Incest Parivar: Ek Naya Adhyay

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Chapter 22: Boye Gaye Beejon ka Asar

Thursday, August 7, 2025. Yeh ek aam sa din tha, par teeno parivaron ke andar, anjaane mein hi, aam kuch bhi nahi tha. App ke boe hue beej ab dheere-dheere ankurit ho rahe the.
Khan residence mein, dopahar ki shaanti thi. Fareeda, jo aam taur par is waqt ya toh tasbeeh padhti thi ya so jaati thi, aaj ajeeb tarah se apne phone se chipki hui thi. Imran ne chupke se apne kamre ke darwaze se jhaanka. Uski ammi, jinke liye Facebook ka matlab sirf rishtedaaron ki shaadi ki photos dekhna tha, aaj apni screen par ajeeb si cheezein dekh rahi thi.
Unki feed par, unke kisi door ke rishtedaar ki post ke baad, achanak ek video shuru ho gayi. Ek modern, good-looking ladki, Masoom Minawala, apne "Luxury Shopping Haul" ke baare mein bata rahi thi. Woh alag-alag designer bags aur kapde dikha rahi thi. Fareeda ka pehla reaction aadat ke anusaar, ghinn ka tha. "Astaghfirullah! Kitna paisa barbaad karte hain yeh log," woh dheere se badbadayi.
Unhone video ko scroll karne ki koshish ki, par algorithm ab jaag chuka tha. Agli post Kusha Kapila ki ek funny skit thi, jismein woh ek modern South Delhi aunty ka role play kar rahi thi. Fareeda, na chahte hue bhi, do second ke liye ruki. Unhe skit samajh nahi aayi, par uss aurat ka confidence, uske bolne ka andaaz, unke dimaag mein kahin अटक gaya. Woh phone ki screen par aati modern auraton ko dekh rahi thi—unke kapde, unka makeup, unki azaad hasi—aur unke chehre par ghinn, uljhan, aur ek anjaan si, bilkul chhipi hui, jigyasa ke bhaav aa-ja rahe the. Imran yeh sab dekh kar muskuraya. Uske 150 points ne uski maa ki band duniya mein ek nayi khidki khol di thi, bhale hi abhi woh uss khidki se nafrat se jhaank rahi thi.

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Sharma Villa mein, Kavita ki uljhan alag hi level par thi. Sameer ke kahe hue shabd—'kam thaki hui aur zyaada fresh'—unke dimaag mein ghoom rahe the. Shaam ko, jab woh purani magazines raddi mein daalne ke liye nikaal rahi thi, unki nazar ek local salon ke ad par padi. Usmein ek 40-45 saal ki model ke baal ek khoobsurat 'layered' style mein kate hue the.
Hamesha ki tarah, unhe is ad ko faad kar phenk dena chahiye tha. Par aaj woh ruk gayi. Unhone anjaane mein hi apne haathon se apne baalon ko chua. Unke baal, jo ab sach mein ghane aur mulayam mehsoos ho rahe the, unki ungliyon mein resham ki tarah phisal rahe the. Unke naakhoon, haathon aur pairon ke, dono hi ab itne khoobsurat lagte the ki unhe apni hi ungliyan anjaani si lag rahi thi.
Ek ajeeb, na-kabil-e-bardaasht impulse ke tehat, unhone apna phone uthaya. Aas-paas dekha ki Sameer toh nahi hai, aur phir Google par search kiya: "Haircut for women over 40."
Unki screen par alag-alag hairstyles ki tasveerein khul gayi. Bob-cut, layers, soft curls. Yeh unke liye ek alag hi duniya thi. Unhone kisi salon ko phone nahi kiya. Par unka yeh chupke se research karna hi Sameer ke task ki sabse badi jeet thi.

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Sameer, jo ab 450 points ke saath wapas apni 'badshah' wali position par tha, ne faisla kiya ki woh apni lead ko aur mazboot karega. Usne dekha ki uski maa ab apne appearance ke baare mein anjaane mein hi sahi, par sochne lagi hai. Yahi sahi mauka tha agla upgrade apply karne ka.
Usne BODY MODIFICATION section khola aur ek naya upgrade chuna.

• Upgrade: Skin Rejuvenation & Glow
  • Description: Subconsciously activates collagen production. Reduces minor blemishes, lightens dark circles, and evens out skin tone. Promotes a healthy, natural glow, making the subject appear well-rested and younger from within.
  • Cost: 350 Points.

Yeh upgrade unke chehre ko target karta tha, unki thakaan ko mitaane ka wada karta tha. Yeh Sameer ke pichle task ka perfect follow-up tha. Usne [PURCHASE] par click kiya.
[UPGRADE INITIATED on Subject: KAVITA SHARMA - Skin Rejuvenation & Glow]
Uska naya balance ab 100 points tha. Par usne Kavita ke jism aur ab dimaag, dono par corruption ka ek aur layer chadha diya tha. Usne apne kamre ki deewar par lage calendar ko dekha. August 22, Friday: College Cultural Day.
Event mein ab sirf do hafte bache the. Usne socha, 'In do hafton mein, meri maa kitna badal jaayegi?' Ek shaitani muskaan uske chehre par phail gayi. Khel abhi shuru hua tha.

 

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Chapter 23: Nayi Bazi, Naye Mohre​

Thursday, August 7, 2025. Sameer ne jab subah App khola, toh uski kal raat ki jeet ka nasha utar chuka tha. Uska naam leaderboard par teesre number par tha. Uske 450 points mein se 350 'Skin Rejuvenation' par kharch ho chuke the. Woh jaanta tha ki usne apni maa par sabse advanced 'investment' kiya hai, par point-table par woh pichhad gaya tha. Yeh ehsaas ek business-man ke jaisa tha jiska maal toh sabse accha hai, par jeb mein cash nahi hai.
Leaderboard:

1. Imran: 370 Points
2. Rohan: 340 Points
3. Sameer: 100 Points

Use pata tha ki ab use phir se shuru karna hoga. Par isse pehle, use is khel ke baaki mohron par bhi nazar daalni thi.

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Usi waqt, sheher ke ek busy commercial area mein, Rajesh Sharma (Sameer ke pita) apne Bank ke plush cabin mein baithe the. Unka chehra ek sakht, no-nonsense bank manager ka tha. Woh ek loan file par aakhri sign kar rahe the. Par jaise hi unhone file band ki, unke chehre ki sakhti ek pal mein pighal gayi. Unhone apna personal phone uthaya aur ek number par message type kiya: "Meeting ke baad free ho? Aaj tumhari aankhein bahut yaad aa rahi hain." Yeh message unki patni, Kavita ke liye nahi tha. Yeh Ritu ke liye tha, unki junior colleague jiske saath unka pichle chheh mahine se affair chal raha tha. 1 Yeh wahi Rajesh Sharma the jo ghar par anushasan aur sanskaron ka paath padhate the.


Doosri taraf, Chandni Chowk ke ek kapda market mein, Nadeem Khan (Imran ke pita) ek aadhi-adhuri chai ke cup ke saath baithe, ek ziddi customer se behas kar rahe the. "Khan Sahab, maal accha hai par aap bhaav bahut zyada laga rahe hain." Nadeem Khan ne apni rohbdaar awaaz mein kaha, "Agar sasta aur ghatiya maal chahiye, toh saamne wali dukaan par chale jao. Quality ki keemat toh lagegi, Seth ji."
Aur Karol Bagh ke ek transport office mein, Balwinder Singh (Rohan ke pita) apne manager par chilla rahe the. "Oye Baljeet! Dimaag theek hai tera? Punjab wala truck abhi tak load kyun nahi hua? Client ka phone aa gaya toh kya main tera naam lunga?" Unki awaaz poore office mein goonj rahi thi.
Teeno pita, apni-apni duniyawi zimmedariyon mein uljhe hue, is baat se bilkul bekhabar the ki unke gharon mein, unke beton ke haathon, ek anokha aur khatarnaak khel shuru ho chuka tha.

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College mein, History ki class chal rahi thi. Professor thi Jaspreet Singh. Aaj unka roop ek maa ka nahi, ek sakht professor ka tha. Unhone ek naya, thoda fitted, peele rang ka suit pehna tha, jo unki badalti hui energy se mail kha raha tha.
"The decline of the Mughal Empire wasn't a single event, but a culmination of various socio-economic factors. Mr. Sameer Sharma, can you elucidate on the agrarian crisis during the later Mughal period?" unki awaaz class mein goonji.
Sameer, jo hamesha se padhai mein accha tha2, khada hua. Usne ek aache student ki tarah, poore confidence se



sawal ka jawab diya. Jaspreet ne uske jawab se sehmat hokar sarr hilaya, ek professional si tareef unki aankhon mein thi. Rohan, jo aakhri bench par baitha tha, apni maa ki nazron se bachne ki koshish kar raha tha. Use abhi bhi kal raat ka thappad yaad tha. Imran, beech mein baitha, Professor Singh ko ek alag hi nazar se dekh raha tha—ek "Subject" ki tarah, jiske stats uske phone mein kaid the.
Class ke baad, teeno dost canteen mein mile.
"Bhai, tu toh phir se teesre number par aa gaya," Imran ne Sameer ko chhedte hue kaha. "Bada 'lambi chhalang' maar raha tha?"
"Chhalang lagane ke liye sahi waqt ka intezaar karna padta hai, mere dost," Sameer ne muskurate hue kaha. "Aur lagta hai, App bhi yahi chahta hai."
Usne apna phone dikhaya. App ne teeno ke liye ek naya, 'long-term' task jaari kiya tha, jo agle hafte hone wale Cultural Day se juda tha.
[SPECIAL EVENT TASK: The Modernizer]

• Objective: Apni maa (jo ki college professor hai) ko convince karo ki woh Cultural Day ke 'Modern Dance' competition ki judge banein.
• Condition: Unhe is baat ke liye taiyaar karna hai ki woh "modern" (filmy/western) dance ko "vulgar" na samjhe, balki ek "art form" ki tarah judge karein.
• Reward: 400 Points.
• Deadline: Event se ek din pehle.

Teeno ne task dekha. Yeh ek behad mushkil kaam tha. Unki sanskari, orthodox maaon ko Modern Dance judge karne ke liye manana, pahaad chadhne jaisa tha.
"400 points..." Rohan ne dheere se kaha. "Agar yeh ho gaya, toh saara game palat jaayega."
Teeno ke saamne ab ek naya mission tha. Ek aisa mission jismein unhe sirf shararat nahi, balki apni maaon ki poori soch, unke saalon purane vishwaason ko badalna tha. Cultural Day ab sirf ek college event nahi tha. Yeh unke liye is khel ka agla ahem maidaan-e-jung ban chuka tha.

 

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Good

 

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Pls update

 

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Parts till full transformation pls provide fast updates

 

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Chapter 24: Pehli Deewar

Thursday, August 7, 2025. Raat ke 10 baje the. Sharma Villa mein, dinner ke baad, ek ajeeb si, bhaari shaanti pasri hui thi. Rajesh Sharma apne kamre mein phone par aahista-aahista baat kar rahe the, unke chehre par ek muskaan thi jo Kavita ne barson se nahi dekhi thi. Kavita, is baat se anjaan, living room mein baithi, be-manna sa channel surf kar rahi thi. Sameer jaanta tha ki yahi mauka hai, apni nayi, lambi chaal ka pehla mohra chalne ka.
Woh unke paas sofe par baith gaya. "Mummy," usne behad casual andaaz mein kaha. "Woh college mein Cultural Day ho raha hai na agle hafte."
Kavita ne TV se nazar hataye bina kaha, "Haan, suna maine. Badi zimmedari daal dete hain hum logon par. College ka kaam dekhein ki yeh naach-gaana dekhein."
"Toh usmein ek modern dance competition bhi hai," Sameer ne dheere se beej boya. "Professor Verma keh rahe the ki woh senior professors ko judge banana chahte hain, thoda anushasan bana rahega."
Yeh sunte hi Kavita ne remote se TV ko mute kar diya aur ghoom kar Sameer ko dekha. "Hain? Modern dance? Woh jo TV par dikhate hain, aadhe kapde pehen kar, ajeeb-ajeeb se uchal-kood karte hain? Chee! Uss besharmi aur fuhadpan ko dekhne ke liye main judge banungi? Kabhi nahi," unki awaaz mein unki "staunch hindu, extremely typical indian mom" wali soch saaf jhalak rahi thi. "Dimaag kharab ho gaya hai Verma ji ka. Mujhse toh kehna bhi mat." Yeh unki "very prude, very orthodox, sanskari, conservative" personality ka pakka saboot tha.
Sameer jaanta tha ki yahi reaction aayega. Usne haar nahi maani. "Arey mummy, main toh bas bata raha tha. Waise bhi, woh bas ek art form hai. Aap History professor ho, aap toh jaanti ho ki samay ke saath kala aur sanskriti kaise badalti hai. Khair, chhodiye," usne baat ko wahin khatam kar diya, jaise use koi fark na pada ho.
Kavita wapas TV dekhne lagi, par unka chehra abhi bhi sakht tha. Jab woh uth kar apne kamre ki taraf jaane lagi, toh Sameer ne unhe gaur se dekha. 'Skin Rejuvenation' upgrade ka asar ab unke chehre par dikhne laga tha. Unki aankhon ke neeche ki halki lakeerein pehle se kam gehri thi, aur unki thaki hui skin par ek andruni, halki si chamak thi. Jab woh uthi, toh unke chalne mein bhi ek nayi si halki-phulki tezi thi. 'Weight Loss & Fat Redistribution' upgrade unke jism ko andar se dhaal raha tha. Woh ruki aur table par pade ek akhbaar ko uthane ke liye jhuki. Sameer ki nazar unke haathon par padi. Unke naakhoon, jo ab kaafi lambe aur khoobsurat ho chuke the, ek elegant squoval shape mein the. Use apne pairon par baithe hue bhi unke pairon ki chhavi yaad aayi; unke toenails bhi utne hi perfect lag rahe the, un "heavily trimmed fingernails" se bilkul alag jo kabhi unki pehchaan hua karte the.
Ussi waqt, 'Teen Tigada' WhatsApp group par messages ki barsaat ho rahi thi.
Rohan: "Bhaiyon, Biji ne toh saaf-saaf mana kar diya. Kehti hain, 'Yeh nach-gana na hamare ghar mein hota hai, na hum isse badhava dete hain.' Unka 'strict' aur 'disciplinarian' roop dekhne layak tha."
Imran: "Same here. Ammi ne toh tauba-tauba kar liya. Kehti hain, 'Allah aise gunaahon mein shamil hone se bachaye.' Unki 'extremely religious' side poori tarah se active ho gayi hai."
Sameer ne message padhe aur muskuraya. Woh jaanta tha ki yeh pehli deewar hai jise unhe todna hoga.
Sameer: "Directly baat nahi banegi. Unhone saalon se yahi socha hai. Ek din mein soch nahi badlegi. Humein unke dimaag mein ghusna hoga. Unhe yeh feel karana hoga ki yeh unka apna idea hai. Isse ek project ki tarah lo. Project 'Cultural Corruption'. We have almost two weeks."
Yeh message bhej kar Sameer ne phone lock kar diya. Usne apni maa ke kamre ki taraf dekha jahan light ab band ho chuki thi. Woh jaanta tha ki uski maa sofe par kahi hui baat ke baare mein soch zaroor rahi hogi. Khel ab sirf shararaton ka nahi tha. Yeh ab ek lambi, dheemi, aur zehni jung
ban chuka tha.