Incest Parivar: Ek Naya Adhyay

[Rajniyadav]

Prologue​

Delhi ki dopahar ki dhoop har cheez ko peela kar deti thi. Sadako par gaadiyon ka shor, hawa mein ek anjaani si bechaini, aur un bechain galiyon ke beech base Sharma, Khan aur Singh parivar ki kahaniyan. Teen alag-alag mazhab, teen alag-alag culture, par ek hi college ki naukri aur bachchon ki dosti ne unhe ek anokhe dhaage mein baandh rakha tha. Unki zindagiyan aam thi, kisi bhi upper-middle-class Hindustani parivar ki tarah. Subah ki daud-bhaag, bachchon ki padhai ki chinta, patiyon se nok-jhonk, aur samaaj ke banaye niyamon ka bojh.

Kavita Sharma, Fareeda Khan, aur Jaspreet Singh—yeh teeno auratein apne-apne sansaaron mein magan thi. Unki duniya apne ghar, college, aur mandir-masjid-gurudware ke chakkar mein hi simti hui thi. Unke liye modern zamana TV serials aur WhatsApp forward tak hi seemit tha. Unke bachche—Sameer, Imran, aur Rohan—apni hi duniya mein khoye rehte the. College, dosti, aur band kamron mein internet par dekhi jaane wali duniya, jiske baare mein unki maaon ko koi khabar nahi thi.

Sab kuch normal tha. Bilkul waisa hi jaisa hamesha se tha.

Par kismat ko kuch aur hi manzoor tha. Ek aisi cheez Sameer ke haath lagne wali thi jo in teeno parivaron ki neev hila kar rakh degi. Ek aisi technology, ek aisa raaz, jo insaani khwahishon aur kamzoriyon se khelna jaanta tha. Ek aisi shakti jo ‘sanskari’ aur ‘sharmili’ maaon ko aisi auraton mein badal sakti thi jinki kalpana unke bete apne phone ki screen par karte the.

Yeh us badlaav ki kahani hai. Ek aise corruption ki jo dheere-dheere, meetha zeher bankar unki ragon mein utrega. Yeh unke aam se parivaron ke ek naye, kaamuk, aur andhere adhyay ki shuruaat thi. Ek aisa adhyay jiske panno par sirf aur sirf vaasna aur gunaah ki syaahi se likha jaana tha. Aur is kahani ka sutradhar tha Sameer, aur uske haath laga woh anokha, rahasyamayi App.

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Character Introductions​

Parivar 1: The Sharma Family (Hindu)​

Sameer Sharma:

• Age: 19
• Description: Sameer dekhne mein kisi film hero se kam nahi. 6 feet ka kad, gym mein paseena baha kar banaya hua fit sharir, aur chehre par ek aisi masoomiyat jo ladkiyon ko uski taraf kheechna jaanti thi. Lekin ladkiyon ke saamne uski bolti band ho jaati thi. Studious, sincere, aur apne mein rehne wala Sameer, ghar ke andar ek alag hi insaan tha. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si shararat rehti thi, khaaskar jab woh apni maa, Kavita, ko dekhta tha. Woh ek closet pervert tha, jiska sabse bada raaz tha uska Indian MILF porn addiction, khaaskar incest category ka. Is aadat par use sharm bhi aati thi aur guilt bhi hota tha, par woh chhod nahi paata tha. Apne kamre mein, maa se bachkar, uska haath aksar apne lund par chala jaata tha. Apne papa, Rajesh, se woh pyar aur izzat dono karta tha, bhale hi bachpan mein usne unse khoob maar khayi thi. Woh jaanta tha ki uske papa ka gussa jitna tez tha, utna hi gehra unka pyaar bhi tha, jo woh kabhi lafzon mein bayaan nahi karte the.
  
  

Kavita Sharma (Sameer's Mother):

• Age: 44
• Profession: Hindi Professor, Delhi Central College
• Description: Kavita ek aam Hindustani maa thi. Umar se thodi zyaada badi dikhne wali, apne shareer par bilkul dhyaan na dene wali. Uski zindagi pooja-paath, ghar-grahasti, aur college ke beech hi chalti thi. Woh behad prude, orthodox, aur sanskari thi. Makeup ke naam par sirf ek bindi, aur kapdon ke naam par simple, dheeli-dhaali saariyan ya suit. Uske haath aur pairon ke naakhoon hamesha kate rehte the, bilkul chote-chote. Thodi shakki, bhagwaan se darrne wali, aur har baat par lecture dene wali. Uska shareer bhi ek typical middle-aged maa jaisa ho chuka tha—chubby, out of shape, sagging boobs, flabby arms, aur ek moti si kamar. Sameer uska "laadla beta" tha, uski jaan basti thi usmein, par woh us par control bhi poora rakhti thi. Tech-savvy na hone ke kaaran, apne mobile ke har chote-mote kaam ke liye woh Sameer par hi nirbhar thi.
  
  
  
  
  

Rajesh Sharma (Sameer's Father):

• Age: 48
• Profession: Bank Manager
• Description: Rajesh ek typical Indian dad the. Sakht, disciplinarian, aur emotionally reserved. Unka maanna tha ki bachchon ko zyada sarr par nahi chadhana chahiye. Gussa naak par rehta tha, par dil ke woh naram the. Apni biwi aur bete se beintehaa pyaar karte the, par jatana nahi jaante the. Office ke stress aur ghar ki zimmedariyon ke beech, unka ek extramarital affair bhi chal raha tha, jisse unke parivar wale anjaan the. Woh ek fit insaan the, subah walk aur halki-phulki exercise unke routine ka hissa thi, jaisa aksar is umar ke zimmedaar Hindustani aadmi karte hain.
  
  

Parivar 2: The Khan Family (Muslim)​

Imran Khan:

• Age: 19
• Description: Sameer ka jigri dost. Imran thoda saंवla, lamba, aur patla tha. Uski aankhon mein hamesha ek shararti chamak rehti thi. Baaton ka ustaad, aur flirt karne mein maahir. Uski bhi fetish apni maa jaisi auraton ke liye thi, khaaskar traditional outfits mein lipti hui MILFs. Woh bhi Sameer ki tarah apni maa ko ek alag hi nazar se dekhta tha aur unke liye wahi sab chahta tha jo Sameer apni maa ke liye chahta tha—sexy outfits, heels, aur lambe, khoobsurat naakhoon.
  

Fareeda Khan (Imran's Mother):

• Age: 43
• Profession: Urdu Professor, Delhi Central College
• Description: Fareeda ek Allah se darne wali, parda-nasheen aurat thi. Uska libaas hamesha salwar-kameez aur ek dupatta hota tha jisse woh apna sarr aur seena dhak kar rakhti thi. Nagging, superstitious, aur behad traditional. Kavita ki tarah, woh bhi apne shareer aur looks ko lekar bilkul laaparwah thi. Woh apne bete Imran ko duniya ki har buri nazar se bachana chahti thi, isliye us par sakhti bhi karti thi, par dil hi dil mein woh uska "shehzada" tha. Woh bhi technology ke maamle mein anpadh thi aur online shopping se lekar Facebook account tak ke liye Imran ki madad leti thi.
  
  
  
  

Nadeem Khan (Imran's Father):

• Age: 49
• Profession: Owns a small textile business
• Description: Nadeem ek aam business-class aadmi the. Subah dukaan jaana, raat ko ghar aana. Apne parivar ke liye woh sab kuch karte the, par unka mizaj thoda gusse wala aur authoritative tha. Woh bhi apni biwi aur bete se mohabbat karte the, par unka izhaar karne ka tareeka daant-phatkaat wala tha. Unka bhi sheher mein ek chota-mota chakkar chal raha tha.

Parivar 3: The Singh Family (Sikh)​

Rohan Singh:

• Age: 19
• Description: Sameer aur Imran ka teesra yaar. Rohan ek proper Sardar tha—lambi pagdi, halki daadhi, aur tagda jism. Woh teeno mein sabse shaant par sabse shararti tha. Uski fantasies bhi apne doston se milti-julti thi. Woh apni maa ko hamesha modern aur sexy dekhna chahta tha, khaaskar unche heels aur French manicured naakhoon ke saath. Uski nazar dusre doston ki maaon par bhi rehti thi, aur unke beech is baat ko lekar hamesha ek teasing-bhari competition chalti rehti thi.
  

Jaspreet Singh (Rohan's Mother):

• Age: 45
• Profession: History Professor, Delhi Central College
• Description: Jaspreet "Biji" ek mazboot aur sakht mizaj ki Sikhni thi. Unki awaaz mein ek rohb tha. Woh bhi Kavita aur Fareeda ki tarah apne culture aur religion se gehrayi se judi hui thi. Gurbani sunna aur Gurudware jaana unki dincharya ka aham hissa tha. Nagging, strict, par dil ki saaf. Unhone bhi apne looks aur figure par kabhi dhyaan nahi diya. Woh bhi apne "sher puttar" Rohan se bahut pyaar karti thi aur uske liye kuch bhi kar sakti thi. Unhe bhi mobile chalana nahi aata tha aur har cheez ke liye Rohan ki help leti thi.
  
  
  

Balwinder Singh (Rohan's Father):

• Age: 50
• Profession: Transport Business
• Description: Balwinder ji ek rohbdaar insaan the. Unka transport ka bada business tha. Ghar mein unhi ka hukum chalta tha. Apne bete ko woh ek "asli mard" banana chahte the, isliye uske saath sakhti se pesh aate the. Par woh jaante the ki unka beta hi unke budhape ka sahara hai. Unka koi affair nahi tha, par kaam ke chakkar mein woh aksar ghar se baahar rehte the, apni biwi ko akela chhod kar.

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Chapter 1: Ek Aam Din​

Subah ke saade chheh baje the. Sharma Villa mein alarm ki teekhi awaaz goonj rahi thi. Sameer ne karwat badli aur apne phone ko tatola. Alarm band karke usne aankhein malte hue ek nazar kamre ke darwaze par daali. Band tha. Ek rahat ki saans uske seene se nikli. Phone unlock karke usne wahi folder khola jise woh "Study Material" ke naam se save karke rakhta tha. Andar bhari padi aisi tasveeron aur videos ne uske chehre par ek ajeeb si muskaan la di. Uski aankhein ek video par tiki, jismein ek saree pehni hui aurat...

"Sameer! Uth ja beta! College ke liye late ho jaayega! Aur kitni der soyega, kumbhkaran kahin ka!"

Kavita ki awaaz darwaze ke bahar se aayi, aur Sameer hadbada kar phone lock kar diya. Uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Lund mein aayi sakhti ko usne apne boxer ke andar adjust kiya. "Haan mummy, uth gaya!" usne awaaz lagayi.

"Uth gaya toh jaldi se naha-dho kar neeche aa nashte ke liye. Aloo ke parathe banaye hain," Kavita ki awaaz mein wahi roz ki mamta aur nagging ka mixture tha.

Sameer bistar se utra aur almari se apne kapde nikaalne laga. Uske dimaag mein abhi bhi subah dekhi hui video ghoom rahi thi. Woh guilty feel kar raha tha. Uski apni maa, jo uske liye parathe bana rahi hai, aur woh uske baare mein... nahi, uske jaisi auraton ke baare mein kitni gandi baatein sochta hai. Apne baalon mein haath pherte hue woh bathroom mein ghus gaya. Shower ke thande paani ke neeche khade hokar usne apni aankhein band kar li. Yeh galat hai. Bahut galat hai. Usne khud se kaha. Par agle hi pal uske dimaag mein Kavita ka chehra ghoom gaya, unki woh dheeli si nighty mein, bikhre hue baalon ke saath. Uske haath anayas hi apne sakht lund par chale gaye.

Maa se bachkar... usne socha, aur tez-tez haath chalaane laga.




Nashte ki table par, Kavita apni saari ka pallu kamar mein khonse hue parathe sek rahi thi. Usne ek purani, faded laal rang ki cotton ki saari pehni hui thi. Uske chehre par thakaan saaf dikh rahi thi. Rajesh Sharma dining table par baithe akhbaar padh rahe the, unke chehre par gambhir bhaav the.

Sameer neeche aaya toh Kavita ne uski plate mein parathe rakhte hue kaha, "Raat ko der tak jaagta rehta hai na? Dekh kaisi aankhein sooj gayi hain. Padhai-wadhai bhi karta hai ya sirf phone mein hi ghusa rehta hai?"





"Padhai hi kar raha tha mummy," Sameer ne jhooth bola.

Rajesh ne akhbaar se nazar hataaye bina kaha, "Result batayega kitni padhai kar raha hai. Is baar 80 percent se kam aaye na, toh tera phone aur pocket money, dono band."




"Ji papa," Sameer ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha.

Yeh unke ghar ka roz ka manzar tha. Wahi daant, wahi chinta, wahi pyaar. Sab kuch bilkul aam tha. Par Sameer ko nahi pata tha ki aaj uski yeh aam si zindagi hamesha ke liye badalne wali thi. College mein, apne doston ke saath baithe hue, uske haath ek aisa link lagne wala tha jo uski har gandi, har chupi hui fantasy ko sach karne ka raasta kholne wala tha. Ek naya adhyay shuru hone ko tha.

 

[Rajniyadav]

Prologue​

Delhi ki dopahar ki dhoop har cheez ko peela kar deti thi. Sadako par gaadiyon ka shor, hawa mein ek anjaani si bechaini, aur un bechain galiyon ke beech base Sharma, Khan aur Singh parivar ki kahaniyan. Teen alag-alag mazhab, teen alag-alag culture, par ek hi college ki naukri aur bachchon ki dosti ne unhe ek anokhe dhaage mein baandh rakha tha. Unki zindagiyan aam thi, kisi bhi upper-middle-class Hindustani parivar ki tarah. Subah ki daud-bhaag, bachchon ki padhai ki chinta, patiyon se nok-jhonk, aur samaaj ke banaye niyamon ka bojh.

Kavita Sharma, Fareeda Khan, aur Jaspreet Singh—yeh teeno auratein apne-apne sansaaron mein magan thi. Unki duniya apne ghar, college, aur mandir-masjid-gurudware ke chakkar mein hi simti hui thi. Unke liye modern zamana TV serials aur WhatsApp forward tak hi seemit tha. Unke bachche—Sameer, Imran, aur Rohan—apni hi duniya mein khoye rehte the. College, dosti, aur band kamron mein internet par dekhi jaane wali duniya, jiske baare mein unki maaon ko koi khabar nahi thi.

Sab kuch normal tha. Bilkul waisa hi jaisa hamesha se tha.

Par kismat ko kuch aur hi manzoor tha. Ek aisi cheez Sameer ke haath lagne wali thi jo in teeno parivaron ki neev hila kar rakh degi. Ek aisi technology, ek aisa raaz, jo insaani khwahishon aur kamzoriyon se khelna jaanta tha. Ek aisi shakti jo ‘sanskari’ aur ‘sharmili’ maaon ko aisi auraton mein badal sakti thi jinki kalpana unke bete apne phone ki screen par karte the.

Yeh us badlaav ki kahani hai. Ek aise corruption ki jo dheere-dheere, meetha zeher bankar unki ragon mein utrega. Yeh unke aam se parivaron ke ek naye, kaamuk, aur andhere adhyay ki shuruaat thi. Ek aisa adhyay jiske panno par sirf aur sirf vaasna aur gunaah ki syaahi se likha jaana tha. Aur is kahani ka sutradhar tha Sameer, aur uske haath laga woh anokha, rahasyamayi App.

---

Character Introductions​

Parivar 1: The Sharma Family (Hindu)​

Sameer Sharma:

• Age: 19
• Description: Sameer dekhne mein kisi film hero se kam nahi. 6 feet ka kad, gym mein paseena baha kar banaya hua fit sharir, aur chehre par ek aisi masoomiyat jo ladkiyon ko uski taraf kheechna jaanti thi. Lekin ladkiyon ke saamne uski bolti band ho jaati thi. Studious, sincere, aur apne mein rehne wala Sameer, ghar ke andar ek alag hi insaan tha. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si shararat rehti thi, khaaskar jab woh apni maa, Kavita, ko dekhta tha. Woh ek closet pervert tha, jiska sabse bada raaz tha uska Indian MILF porn addiction, khaaskar incest category ka. Is aadat par use sharm bhi aati thi aur guilt bhi hota tha, par woh chhod nahi paata tha. Apne kamre mein, maa se bachkar, uska haath aksar apne lund par chala jaata tha. Apne papa, Rajesh, se woh pyar aur izzat dono karta tha, bhale hi bachpan mein usne unse khoob maar khayi thi. Woh jaanta tha ki uske papa ka gussa jitna tez tha, utna hi gehra unka pyaar bhi tha, jo woh kabhi lafzon mein bayaan nahi karte the.
  
  

Kavita Sharma (Sameer's Mother):

• Age: 44
• Profession: Hindi Professor, Delhi Central College
• Description: Kavita ek aam Hindustani maa thi. Umar se thodi zyaada badi dikhne wali, apne shareer par bilkul dhyaan na dene wali. Uski zindagi pooja-paath, ghar-grahasti, aur college ke beech hi chalti thi. Woh behad prude, orthodox, aur sanskari thi. Makeup ke naam par sirf ek bindi, aur kapdon ke naam par simple, dheeli-dhaali saariyan ya suit. Uske haath aur pairon ke naakhoon hamesha kate rehte the, bilkul chote-chote. Thodi shakki, bhagwaan se darrne wali, aur har baat par lecture dene wali. Uska shareer bhi ek typical middle-aged maa jaisa ho chuka tha—chubby, out of shape, sagging boobs, flabby arms, aur ek moti si kamar. Sameer uska "laadla beta" tha, uski jaan basti thi usmein, par woh us par control bhi poora rakhti thi. Tech-savvy na hone ke kaaran, apne mobile ke har chote-mote kaam ke liye woh Sameer par hi nirbhar thi.
  
  
  
  
  

Rajesh Sharma (Sameer's Father):

• Age: 48
• Profession: Bank Manager
• Description: Rajesh ek typical Indian dad the. Sakht, disciplinarian, aur emotionally reserved. Unka maanna tha ki bachchon ko zyada sarr par nahi chadhana chahiye. Gussa naak par rehta tha, par dil ke woh naram the. Apni biwi aur bete se beintehaa pyaar karte the, par jatana nahi jaante the. Office ke stress aur ghar ki zimmedariyon ke beech, unka ek extramarital affair bhi chal raha tha, jisse unke parivar wale anjaan the. Woh ek fit insaan the, subah walk aur halki-phulki exercise unke routine ka hissa thi, jaisa aksar is umar ke zimmedaar Hindustani aadmi karte hain.
  
  

Parivar 2: The Khan Family (Muslim)​

Imran Khan:

• Age: 19
• Description: Sameer ka jigri dost. Imran thoda saंवla, lamba, aur patla tha. Uski aankhon mein hamesha ek shararti chamak rehti thi. Baaton ka ustaad, aur flirt karne mein maahir. Uski bhi fetish apni maa jaisi auraton ke liye thi, khaaskar traditional outfits mein lipti hui MILFs. Woh bhi Sameer ki tarah apni maa ko ek alag hi nazar se dekhta tha aur unke liye wahi sab chahta tha jo Sameer apni maa ke liye chahta tha—sexy outfits, heels, aur lambe, khoobsurat naakhoon.
  

Fareeda Khan (Imran's Mother):

• Age: 43
• Profession: Urdu Professor, Delhi Central College
• Description: Fareeda ek Allah se darne wali, parda-nasheen aurat thi. Uska libaas hamesha salwar-kameez aur ek dupatta hota tha jisse woh apna sarr aur seena dhak kar rakhti thi. Nagging, superstitious, aur behad traditional. Kavita ki tarah, woh bhi apne shareer aur looks ko lekar bilkul laaparwah thi. Woh apne bete Imran ko duniya ki har buri nazar se bachana chahti thi, isliye us par sakhti bhi karti thi, par dil hi dil mein woh uska "shehzada" tha. Woh bhi technology ke maamle mein anpadh thi aur online shopping se lekar Facebook account tak ke liye Imran ki madad leti thi.
  
  
  
  

Nadeem Khan (Imran's Father):

• Age: 49
• Profession: Owns a small textile business
• Description: Nadeem ek aam business-class aadmi the. Subah dukaan jaana, raat ko ghar aana. Apne parivar ke liye woh sab kuch karte the, par unka mizaj thoda gusse wala aur authoritative tha. Woh bhi apni biwi aur bete se mohabbat karte the, par unka izhaar karne ka tareeka daant-phatkaat wala tha. Unka bhi sheher mein ek chota-mota chakkar chal raha tha.

Parivar 3: The Singh Family (Sikh)​

Rohan Singh:

• Age: 19
• Description: Sameer aur Imran ka teesra yaar. Rohan ek proper Sardar tha—lambi pagdi, halki daadhi, aur tagda jism. Woh teeno mein sabse shaant par sabse shararti tha. Uski fantasies bhi apne doston se milti-julti thi. Woh apni maa ko hamesha modern aur sexy dekhna chahta tha, khaaskar unche heels aur French manicured naakhoon ke saath. Uski nazar dusre doston ki maaon par bhi rehti thi, aur unke beech is baat ko lekar hamesha ek teasing-bhari competition chalti rehti thi.
  

Jaspreet Singh (Rohan's Mother):

• Age: 45
• Profession: History Professor, Delhi Central College
• Description: Jaspreet "Biji" ek mazboot aur sakht mizaj ki Sikhni thi. Unki awaaz mein ek rohb tha. Woh bhi Kavita aur Fareeda ki tarah apne culture aur religion se gehrayi se judi hui thi. Gurbani sunna aur Gurudware jaana unki dincharya ka aham hissa tha. Nagging, strict, par dil ki saaf. Unhone bhi apne looks aur figure par kabhi dhyaan nahi diya. Woh bhi apne "sher puttar" Rohan se bahut pyaar karti thi aur uske liye kuch bhi kar sakti thi. Unhe bhi mobile chalana nahi aata tha aur har cheez ke liye Rohan ki help leti thi.
  
  
  

Balwinder Singh (Rohan's Father):

• Age: 50
• Profession: Transport Business
• Description: Balwinder ji ek rohbdaar insaan the. Unka transport ka bada business tha. Ghar mein unhi ka hukum chalta tha. Apne bete ko woh ek "asli mard" banana chahte the, isliye uske saath sakhti se pesh aate the. Par woh jaante the ki unka beta hi unke budhape ka sahara hai. Unka koi affair nahi tha, par kaam ke chakkar mein woh aksar ghar se baahar rehte the, apni biwi ko akela chhod kar.

---

Chapter 1: Ek Aam Din​

Subah ke saade chheh baje the. Sharma Villa mein alarm ki teekhi awaaz goonj rahi thi. Sameer ne karwat badli aur apne phone ko tatola. Alarm band karke usne aankhein malte hue ek nazar kamre ke darwaze par daali. Band tha. Ek rahat ki saans uske seene se nikli. Phone unlock karke usne wahi folder khola jise woh "Study Material" ke naam se save karke rakhta tha. Andar bhari padi aisi tasveeron aur videos ne uske chehre par ek ajeeb si muskaan la di. Uski aankhein ek video par tiki, jismein ek saree pehni hui aurat...

"Sameer! Uth ja beta! College ke liye late ho jaayega! Aur kitni der soyega, kumbhkaran kahin ka!"

Kavita ki awaaz darwaze ke bahar se aayi, aur Sameer hadbada kar phone lock kar diya. Uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Lund mein aayi sakhti ko usne apne boxer ke andar adjust kiya. "Haan mummy, uth gaya!" usne awaaz lagayi.

"Uth gaya toh jaldi se naha-dho kar neeche aa nashte ke liye. Aloo ke parathe banaye hain," Kavita ki awaaz mein wahi roz ki mamta aur nagging ka mixture tha.

Sameer bistar se utra aur almari se apne kapde nikaalne laga. Uske dimaag mein abhi bhi subah dekhi hui video ghoom rahi thi. Woh guilty feel kar raha tha. Uski apni maa, jo uske liye parathe bana rahi hai, aur woh uske baare mein... nahi, uske jaisi auraton ke baare mein kitni gandi baatein sochta hai. Apne baalon mein haath pherte hue woh bathroom mein ghus gaya. Shower ke thande paani ke neeche khade hokar usne apni aankhein band kar li. Yeh galat hai. Bahut galat hai. Usne khud se kaha. Par agle hi pal uske dimaag mein Kavita ka chehra ghoom gaya, unki woh dheeli si nighty mein, bikhre hue baalon ke saath. Uske haath anayas hi apne sakht lund par chale gaye.

Maa se bachkar... usne socha, aur tez-tez haath chalaane laga.




Nashte ki table par, Kavita apni saari ka pallu kamar mein khonse hue parathe sek rahi thi. Usne ek purani, faded laal rang ki cotton ki saari pehni hui thi. Uske chehre par thakaan saaf dikh rahi thi. Rajesh Sharma dining table par baithe akhbaar padh rahe the, unke chehre par gambhir bhaav the.

Sameer neeche aaya toh Kavita ne uski plate mein parathe rakhte hue kaha, "Raat ko der tak jaagta rehta hai na? Dekh kaisi aankhein sooj gayi hain. Padhai-wadhai bhi karta hai ya sirf phone mein hi ghusa rehta hai?"





"Padhai hi kar raha tha mummy," Sameer ne jhooth bola.

Rajesh ne akhbaar se nazar hataaye bina kaha, "Result batayega kitni padhai kar raha hai. Is baar 80 percent se kam aaye na, toh tera phone aur pocket money, dono band."




"Ji papa," Sameer ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha.

Yeh unke ghar ka roz ka manzar tha. Wahi daant, wahi chinta, wahi pyaar. Sab kuch bilkul aam tha. Par Sameer ko nahi pata tha ki aaj uski yeh aam si zindagi hamesha ke liye badalne wali thi. College mein, apne doston ke saath baithe hue, uske haath ek aisa link lagne wala tha jo uski har gandi, har chupi hui fantasy ko sach karne ka raasta kholne wala tha. Ek naya adhyay shuru hone ko tha.

 

[Rajniyadav]

Chapter 10: Agle Padaav ki Taiyaari​

Shaam ka waqt tha. Singh residence mein, Jaspreet apne sofe par baith kar TV par apna favourite daily soap dekhne ka intezaar kar rahi thi. Ye Ekta Kapoor ka wahi ghisa-pita saas-bahu serial tha jise woh pichle paanch saal se dekh rahi thi. Rohan jaanta tha ki agle aadhhe ghante tak uski Biji duniya se कट jaayengi. Yahi mauka tha.




Jab serial shuru hua aur title song ki aawaz goonji, Jaspreet ka poora dhyaan screen par tha. Rohan, jo paas hi padhne ka natak kar raha tha, ne dheere se table par pada remote utha liya. Is baar woh zyada confident tha. Woh utha aur remote ko living room mein lage parde ke peeche chhupa diya.

Paanch minute baad, break aaya. Jaspreet ne aadat ke anusaar remote ke liye haath badhaya, par table khaali thi. "Hain? Yeh remote phir gayab ho gaya?" Unki awaaz mein is baar bechaini se zyada gussa tha. "ROOOHAAAN!"

Rohan bholepan se unke paas aaya. "Kya hua Biji?"

"Tu hi bata kya hua? Yeh remote ko pair lag gaye hain kya? Roz kahan chala jaata hai?" Woh gusse mein sofe ke neeche, table ke aas-paas dhoondhne lagi.

"Mujhe kya pata, Biji," Rohan ne kandhe uchka diye.

Agla scene shuru ho gaya tha aur Jaspreet bechaini se poore kamre mein remote dhoondh rahi thi. Unka gussa badhta jaa raha tha. Rohan chup-chaap yeh tamasha dekhta raha. Thodi der baad, uske phone par jeet ka message aa gaya. +110 Points.

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उसी रात, Khan parivar mein, Imran apne mauke ka intezaar kar raha tha. Usne ek nayi, chamakti hui 'Femina' magazine apne bag mein chhupa rakhi thi. Raat ko jab uski ammi, Fareeda, namaaz padhne ke liye apne kamre mein gayi, Imran chupke se unke peeche gaya.

Fareeda namaaz padh rahi thi. Imran ne dekha ki unke bistar ke paas ek choti table par kuch religious kitabein rakhi hain. Usne himmat ki. Dheere se bag se magazine nikaali aur use un kitabon ke neeche daba diya, is tarah ki uska thoda sa kona bahar dikhta rahe. Aisa lag raha tha jaise jaldi-jaldi mein kisi ne kitaabon ke saath use bhi wahan rakh diya ho.

Apna kaam karke woh wapas palatne hi wala tha ki uski nazar namaaz padhti hui Fareeda ke haathon par gayi. Jab woh dua ke liye haath uthati, toh unke naakhoon saaf dikhte. Woh ab badh chuke the, ek choti par perfect squoval shape le rahe the. Imran ka dil zor se dhadka.




Woh chupke se kamre se nikal aaya. Uska task poora ho chuka tha. +120 Points.

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Sharma Villa mein, Sameer apne sabse mushkil task ki planning kar raha tha. Use Kavita ki sarson ke tel ki sheeshi badalni thi. Kavita apne baalon ko lekar bahut particular thi. Woh hamesha wahi ek brand ka sarson ka tel istemaal karti thi.

Use mauka tab mila jab Kavita padosi se baat karne ke liye ghar se bahar gayi. Sameer tezi se unke bedroom mein ghusa. Dressing table ke neeche rakhi basket mein wahi purani tel ki sheeshi rakhi thi. Usne use uthaya aur uski jagah nayi, mehakdaar Badam-Amla tel ki sheeshi rakh di, jiska color bhi lagbhag waisa hi tha. Purani sheeshi ko usne apne bag mein chhupa liya.

Task poora ho gaya tha. +150 Points.

Kamre se nikalte waqt, uski nazar dustbin par padi. Usmein ek toota hua nail-filer pada tha. Sameer hairaan ho gaya. Phir usne Kavita ki ungliyon ko apne dimaag mein yaad kiya. Unke naakhoon, jo ab lagbhag 2-3 millimeter badh chuke the, unke kinaare ajeeb tarah se ghise hue nahi the, balki ek smooth curve mein the.

Use samajh aa gaya. Kavita ne apne badhte hue naakhunon ko kaata nahi tha. Shayad pehli baar apni zindagi mein, usne unhe file kiya tha. Yeh App ka hi asar tha. Ek subconscious badlaav.

Apne kamre mein aakar usne apna point balance check kiya.

SAMEER: 250 Points.IMRAN: 220 Points.ROHAN: 210 Points.

Sameer ke hothon par muskaan aa gayi. Woh 250 points par pahunch gaya tha. Agla upgrade, 'Hair Nourishment,' uski pahunch mein tha. Usne bina ek pal gawaye, upgrade ko purchase kiya aur Kavita ki profile par apply kar diya.

[UPGRADE INITIATED on Subject: KAVITA SHARMA - Hair Nourishment]

Ek naya progress bar Kavita ke 3D model ke paas ubhar aaya. Khel ka dusra padaav shuru ho chuka tha, aur Sameer is race mein saaf-saaf aage tha.

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[Rajniyadav]

Chapter 17: Shaitaan se Sauda

Wednesday ki subah Sameer ke liye ek zillat bhari subah thi. Uska point balance '0' par atka hua tha. College mein, Imran aur Rohan ke chehre par jeet ki chamak thi. Woh dheere-dheere baat kar rahe the, shayad apne agle chote-mote upgrades ki planning kar rahe the, unke paas bache hue points se. Sameer, jo kal tak is khel ka badshah tha, aaj bahar baitha tamasha dekhne par majboor tha. Uska ahankar (ego) buri tarah se ghayal tha.
Usne gusse mein App khola. Use points chahiye the, aur abhi chahiye the. Normal 'Tasks' section khaali tha, shayad uske pichle high-risk task ke baad cool-down period par tha. Niraasha mein, usne App ke interface ko tatolna shuru kiya. Tabhi uski nazar ek naye, pehle se locked tab par padi jo ab dheere-dheere chamak raha tha. Us par likha tha: "Mauke & Musibatein" (Opportunities & Calamities).
Usne jhijhakte hue us par click kiya. Andar ek hi option tha.
[SPECIAL OFFER: A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL]
* Description: Kya tum peeche reh gaye ho? Kya tum ek jhatke mein sabse aage nikalna chahte ho? Hum tumhe ek mauka de rahe hain, par har keemti cheez ki ek keemat hoti hai.
* The Task: Apni maa, Kavita, ki ek 'upskirt' tasveer lo, jab woh kisi cheez ke liye jhukein ya seedhiyan chadh rahi hon. Tasveer unki jaankari ke bina li jaani chahiye.
* The Reward: 600 Points.
* The Consequence (Shaitaan ka Hissa): Is task ko poora karne ke badle, tumhari maa ki profile ka 'Subconscious Trust' slider 24 ghante ke liye is khel ke top player (Current: Imran) ke control mein chala jaayega. Woh is slider ko +10% tak badha sakta hai, jisse tumhari maa anjaane mein us par thoda zyada vishwas karne lagegi.
Sameer ka khoon jam gaya. Task behad ghatiya aur khatarnaak tha. Par jo keemat thi, woh usse bhi zyada bhayankar thi. Apni maa ka control, bhale hi 24 ghante ke liye, Imran ke haath mein dena? Yeh khayal hi uske liye ek gaali jaisa tha.
Par phir usne 600 points ke baare mein socha. Ek jhatke mein woh na sirf leaderboard par wapas top par aa jaayega, balki uske paas agle do bade upgrades ke liye points honge. Woh Imran aur Rohan se itna aage nikal jaayega ki woh shayad use kabhi pakad na paayein.
Usi waqt, uske dimaag mein kal shaam ka manzar ghooma. Usne dekha tha ki uski maa, jo hamesha khaane ke baad kuch meetha khaati thi, ne kal sirf ek chota sa gud ka tukda liya. Usne dekha ki subah woh aadha ghanta jaldi uth kar terrace par tehel rahi thi. The "Weight Loss & Fat Redistribution" upgrade kaam kar raha tha. Uske baal ab saaf taur par zyada ghane lag rahe the aur unke haathon aur pairon ke naakhoon, dono hi, ab ek elegant shape le chuke the, jinhe Kavita ab kaatne ke bajaye file karti thi.
Badlaav ho rahe the. Aur in badlaavon ki raftaar badhane ki chaabi uske saamne thi.
Usne apni jalan, apni race mein wapas aane ki tadap, aur apni possessiveness ko ek taraf rakha. Uski jeetne ki zidd sabse upar thi. Usne kaanpte haathon se [ACCEPT THE DEAL] par click kiya.
Screen par task activate ho gaya. Ab use sahi mauke ka intezaar karna tha. Jab woh college ke liye nikla, usne Kavita ko dekha jo mandir ke paas jhuk kar jhadu laga rahi thi. Unki saari unke ghutno se thodi upar uth gayi thi. Sameer ka dil zor se dhadka. Mauke har taraf the, use bas himmat karni thi.
Is dauraan, Imran aur Rohan apni jeet ke maze le rahe the. Imran ne dekha ki uski ammi, Fareeda, ab chai ke saath biscuit ke bajaye seb kha rahi thi. Rohan ne hairaani se dekha ki uski Biji, Jaspreet, jo kabhi ek kadam faltu nahi chalti thi, ab college se aane ke baad society ke park ka ek chakkar lagane lagi thi. Unki maaon ke jism ne bhi anjaane mein hi badlaav ko apnana shuru kar diya tha.
Par unhe yeh nahi pata tha ki Sameer, jo unki nazron mein zero par tha, ab is khel ka sabse bada aur sabse ganda daav khelne ki taiyaari kar raha tha. Ek aisa daav jo use ya toh is khel ka undisputed badshah bana dega, ya phir usse uski sabse keemti cheez chheen lega.

 

[Rajniyadav]

Chapter 21: Nayi Shararatein, Naye Beej

Wednesday, August 6, 2025. Raat ke 9 baje the. Singh residence mein mahaul tanav-purna tha. Rohan ke B.Com ke semester results aaye the, aur uske marks उम्मीद se kam the. Jaspreet, uski maa, isse behtar mauka lecture dene ka nahi kho sakti thi.
"Main kehti rehti hoon, padhai par dhyaan de, par nahi! Iske kaan par joon tak nahi rengti," Jaspreet ki rohbdaar awaaz living room mein goonj rahi thi. Rohan sarr jhukaye sofe par baitha tha. "Poora din phone mein ghusa rehta hai ya TV par woh maar-dhaad wali filmein dekhta hai. Aise hi first class number aayenge tere?"
Yeh Rohan ke liye perfect trigger tha. Uski Biji apne lecture ke full flow mein thi. Usne himmat jutayi, apni jeb se earphones nikaale, unhe apne kaano mein lagaya, aur jaan boojh kar itni awaaz mein ek popular item song gungunana shuru kar diya ki uski Biji ki awaaz dab jaaye.
"...Haye garmi! Uff haye garmi!"
Jaspreet bolte-bolte ekdum se ruk gayi. Unhone gusse aur na-yakeeni se apne bete ko dekha, jo ab aankhein band karke sarr hila raha tha, jaise woh kisi concert mein ho. Yeh sirf disrespect nahi tha; yeh unki authority ka khula mazaak tha.
"ROHAN!" Woh dahadi. Unhone aage badh kar uske kaan se earphone kheencha. "Yeh kya behoodgi hai? Main yahan tujhse baat kar rahi hoon aur tu yeh gande gaane gaa raha hai?"
"Sorry Biji, main bore ho raha tha," Rohan ne bholepan se kaha, par uski aankhon ki shararat saaf thi.
"Bore ho raha tha?" Jaspreet ka gussa saatvein aasmaan par tha. Unhone uske gaal par ek halka sa, na ke barabar, par beizzati se bhara thappad raseed kar diya. "Ab nahi hoga bore?"
Rohan ne apna gaal sehlaya. Woh jaanta tha yeh hone wala hai. Par uske phone par chamakte notification ne is thappad ki garmi ko bhi thanda kar diya. +150 Points. Uska naya balance ab 340 points tha.

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Thursday ki dopahar, Imran ko apna mauka mila. Uski ammi, Fareeda, kitchen mein thi aur unka phone living room mein charge ho raha tha. "Imran, beta dekhna zara, tumhari khaala ka message aaya hai kya?" unhone kitchen se awaaz di.
"Dekhta hoon, ammi," Imran ne phone uthaya. Usne message ka jawab dene ka natak karte hue, tezi se apni ungliyan chalayi. Woh jaanta tha ki uski ammi ka Facebook account bas naam ke liye hai. Usne App khola. Wahan kuch fashion influencers ke naam suggest kiye gaye the. Usne tezi se search kiya—Masoom Minawala, Kusha Kapila, Komal Pandey—aur 2-3 accounts ko follow kar diya. Usne kuch fashion aur lifestyle pages ko bhi like kar diya. Yeh ek digital beej tha, jo woh apni maa ke anjaan dimaag mein bo raha tha.
"Reply kar diya, ammi!" usne awaaz di.
"Shukriya beta," Fareeda ne kaha, is baat se bilkul anjaan ki unki simple si social media ki duniya mein ab modern fashion aur liberal soch ka zeher ghulna shuru ho chuka tha.
Imran ne phone wapas rakha. Uske account mein +150 Points jud chuke the. Naya balance: 370. Woh ek baar phir Sameer se aage nikalne ke behad kareeb tha.

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Sameer jaanta tha ki uske dost peeche nahi rahenge. Use apna task poora karna hi tha. Usne us raat ka intezaar kiya jab poora parivar saath baith kar TV dekh raha tha. TV par ek shampoo ka ad aaya, jismein ek model ke baal 'layered cut' mein hawa mein lehra rahe the.
Yahi mauka tha.
"Mummy, woh actress ke baal dekho," Sameer ne achanak kaha. "Kitne acche lag rahe hain."
Kavita, jo abhi bhi usse thodi khinchi-khinchi rehti thi, ne ad ko dekha. "Hatt," unhone aadat se majboor hokar kaha. "Yeh sab filmi logon ke chonchle hain. Hazaar chemical lagate hain tab jaakar aise dikhte hain."
"Nahi mummy, main toh isliye keh raha tha ki aisa hairstyle aap par accha lagega," Sameer ne behad soची-समझी hui line boli. "Aap subah se shaam tak college aur ghar ke kaam mein lagi rehti ho. Thak jaati ho. Yeh simple sa jooda aapko aur... aur thaka hua dikhata hai. Thoda sa change shayad aapko 'kam thaka hua aur zyaada fresh' dikhayega."
Yeh line seedhe nishane par lagi. Kavita ne ek pal ke liye kuch nahi kaha. Usne anjaane mein hi apne baalon ko chua, jinki quality ab sach mein badal rahi thi. Usne Sameer ko dekha, uski nazron mein gussa nahi, balki ek ajeeb si uljhan thi. "Log kya kahenge is umar mein?"
"Log toh kuch na kuch kehte hi hain," Sameer ne baat ko aage badhaya. "Aap apne liye socho na."
Kavita ne topic badal diya, par Sameer jaanta tha ki beej bo diya gaya hai. Unka jhijhakte hue, "Sochungi," na kehna bhi ek jeet thi. Aur App is baat se sehmat tha.
[TASK COMPLETE! A psychological seed has been planted.]
[REWARD: +250 Points.]
Sameer ka naya balance tha 450 points. Usne phone band kiya aur TV par chal rahe serial ko dekhne laga, par uske dimaag mein jeet ka jashn man raha tha. Leaderboard par ab wohi badshah tha.

1. Sameer: 450 Points
2. Imran: 370 Points
3. Rohan: 340 Points

Khel ek naye mod par aa chuka tha, jahan shararaton ki jagah ab psychological manipulation ne le li thi.

 

[Rajniyadav]

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.

 

[Rajniyadav]

Chapter 25: Zehni Jung ki Shuruaat

Thursday, August 7, 2025. Subah ki kiranon ke saath hi, teeno doston ne apni-apni maaon ke khilaaf ek anokhi, zehni jung ka aagaaz kar diya tha. Unka maqsad ab sirf ek ‘haan’ sunna nahi tha; unka maqsad uss 'haan' ke liye zameen taiyaar karna tha.
Imran, jo 370 points ke saath leaderboard par sabse upar tha, ne sabse pehle apni chaal chali. Woh jaanta tha ki uski ammi, Fareeda, ki duniya unke phone aur TV tak hi seemit hai. Agar us duniya ko badal diya jaaye, toh unki soch bhi badal sakti hai. Usne App khola aur 'MIND CORRUPTION' section mein ek naya, mehanga upgrade chuna.
* New Upgrade: Digital Echo Chamber
* Description: Subtly manipulates the subject's social media and video streaming algorithms to favor content that promotes a more modern, liberal, and body-positive outlook. It will prioritize content featuring women in similar age groups embracing new hobbies, fashion, and art forms.
* Cost: 200 Points.
Imran ne [PURCHASE] par click kiya. New Balance: 170 Points. Usne yeh jaadu Fareeda ki profile par apply kar diya.
Singh residence mein, Rohan ne bhi aisi hi ek chaal chali. Uske paas 340 points the. Woh jaanta tha ki uski Biji, Jaspreet, ki shaam unke TV serials ke bina adhoori hai, khaaskar woh "outdated and conservative ekta Kapoor type daily soaps". Usne App mein ek naya upgrade khareeda.
* New Upgrade: Media Suggestion Engine
* Description: Subtly influences the Smart TV's recommendations and streaming service's 'suggested for you' lists. It will prioritize modern, critically acclaimed movies and web series over traditional, conservative daily soaps, especially those showing independent, strong female characters.
* Cost: 200 Points.
Rohan ne [PURCHASE] par click kiya. New Balance: 140 Points.
Uss shaam jab Jaspreet ne TV khola, toh unke saamne hamesha ki tarah unke roz ke serial ka bada sa poster nahi tha. Uski jagah 'Netflix Top 10' mein ek web series, 'Bombay Begums,' ka poster tha, jismein alag-alag umar ki working women dikhayi de rahi thi. Jaspreet ne naak-bhौं sikod kar use ignore kiya aur apne serial ko search karke lagaya. Par ek anjaan beej unke dimaag mein bo diya gaya tha.
Sameer ke paas sirf 100 points the. Woh koi mehanga digital upgrade nahi khareed sakta tha. Uska tareeka zyada personal aur psychological tha, uski "studious" prakriti ke anusaar.
Usne library se 'Sociology of Modern Art & Culture' naam ki ek bhaari-bharkam kitaab issue karayi. Raat ko, usne woh kitaab jaan boojh kar dining table par chhod di. Kavita ki nazar us par padi.
"Yeh kaisi kitaab hai?" unhone pucha.
"Woh, college project ke liye hai, mummy," Sameer ne jawab diya. "Cultural Day aa raha hai na. Ussi par hai. Ki kaise samay ke saath 'kala' ki definition badalti hai."
Yeh sunkar Kavita, the History professor, ki thodi si jigyasa jaagi. "Kya matlab?"
"Matlab jaise, ek samay par Bharatnatyam aur Kathak ko bhi kuch British log aur samaaj ke thekedaar 'vulgar' maante the. Woh use 'tawaifon ka naach' kehte the," Sameer ne behad shaant aur academic lehje mein kaha. "Har nayi cheez, har naya art form, shuru mein virodh ka saamna karta hai, jab tak ki samaaj use aam taur par accept na kar le. Yeh toh cultural evolution ka hissa hai."
Usne 'modern dance' ya competition ka zikr tak nahi kiya. Usne sirf ek academic concept unke saamne rakha tha. Kavita ne kuch nahi kaha, par unke chehre par ek soch ki leher saaf dikh rahi thi. Ek History professor hone ke naate, woh is tark ko aasani se kharij nahi kar sakti thi.
Jab Kavita apne kamre mein chali gayi, toh Sameer ne unhe dekha. 'Skin Rejuvenation' ka asar unke chehre par saaf tha, unki skin pehle se zyada saaf aur damakti hui lag rahi thi. Unke haathon aur pairon ke naakhoon, dono hi, ab ek aisi lambai aur shape mein the jo kisi bhi modern, well-groomed aurat ki pehchaan hote hain. Yeh saare badlaav uss academic tark ke saath milkar ek ajeeb sa asar paida kar rahe the.
Teeno beton ne apni-apni chaalein chal di thi. Ab unhe bas intezaar karna tha, aur dheere-dheere, agle do hafton mein, in choti-choti chaalon se apni maaon ke saalon purane vishwaas ki deewar ko todna tha.

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[Samlover112]

Bro thanks appreciate your effort.

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Bro just one tip, generate a bit realistic kind of photo, and proportions.

 

[Samlover112]

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Acha likh rhe ho
Keep it up
Pahli baar kuch naya padne ko mila intersting.
Kahani soch se bilkul alag chal rahi h.
Keep Going
Abhi Tak jitna likha h uske liye Very Well Done.
Bas itna hi bolna h ki aage Jake jo kuch ho bas apni apni maa ke sath ho.
Esa na ho ek dusre ki maa ke sath game suru ho jaye.
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Chapter 38: Pehli Adhunik Poshak

Sunday, August 10, 2025. Pichle din ki shopping ne teeno maaon ke andar ek anjaan si aag laga di thi. Unke gharon mein ab kaanch ke naye, chamakte hue jooton ke dibbe the, jo unki aam si zindagi mein ek luxury item ki tarah the. Aaj, beton ne plan ke mutabik, unhe kapdon ki shopping ke liye raazi kar liya tha. Unki "reluctant" haan ke peeche, 'Yearning for Validation' upgrade ki adrishya shakti kaam kar rahi thi.
Select Citywalk Mall mein, aaj teeno maaon ki chaal mein ek halka sa, par saaf dikhne wala, antar tha. Unhone kal khareedi hui apni sabse comfortable, 2-inch ki block heels pehni thi. Is choti si unchai ne hi unke posture aur unke confidence ko ek naya mod de diya tha.
Is baar, bete unhe seedhe 'Zara' ke showroom mein le gaye. Andar ka mahaul—tez music, modern kapdo se saji mannequins, aur short dresses mein ghoomti ladkiyan—dekh kar teeno maaen ek baar phir se uncomfortable ho gayi.
"Yahan? Yahan hamare matlab ke kapde nahi milenge," Fareeda ne fauran kaha, apni "extremely prude" soch ke kaaran woh wahan se jaana chahti thi.
Par Sameer ne lead li. Usne Kavita ke liye ek behad elegant, navy blue rang ki, lambi si Kurti aur uske saath match karte hue white cigarette pants uthaye. Yeh modern tha, par "indecent" nahi. "Mummy, bas ek baar try karke dekhiye. Kal wali nayi heels ke saath yeh perfect lagega."
Kavita ke andar ek jung chhid gayi. Unka mann keh raha tha, "Yeh jeans jaisa hai... main nahi pehen sakti." Par unke dil mein apne bete ki tareef paane ki talab, unke mann par haavi ho gayi. Woh chupchaap outfit lekar trial room mein chali gayi.
Trial room ke aaine ke saamne, jab unhone woh nayi poshak pehni, toh woh ek pal ke liye khud ko pehchaan nahi paayi. 'Body Redistribution' upgrade ke kaaran, woh kurti unke jism par ekdum perfect fit hui thi. Unki kamar patli aur unke hips thode bhare hue lag rahe the, jisse ek khoobsurat 'hourglass' jaisa aakar ban raha tha. Unhone aaine mein apne aks ko dekha aur unke chehre par ek ajeeb si, gunehgaar khushi phail gayi.
Jab woh jhijhakte hue bahar aayi, toh teeno beton ki aankhein un par jam gayi.
"WOW!" Imran ne pehla compliment diya. "Kavita aunty, aap toh bilkul college student lag rahi ho!"
"Seriously, aunty. Yeh aap par bahut zyada suit kar raha hai," Rohan ne joda.
Kavita ka chehra sharam aur ek anjaan se garv se laal ho gaya. Yeh dekh kar, Fareeda aur Jaspreet ki himmat bhi badhi. Agle ek ghante tak, woh showroom un teeno ke liye ek personal fashion show ban gaya. Unhone "atleast 10 -12" alag-alag tarah ke kapde try kiye. Imran ne Fareeda ke liye ek stylish long tunic with palazzos chuna, aur Rohan ne Jaspreet ke liye ek smart, olive green jumpsuit. Dono ne jab khud ko aaine mein dekha, toh unhe bhi wahi hairaani aur gupt khushi mehsoos hui.
Is "modelling" ke dauraan, beton ne "madad" karne ka koi mauka nahi chhoda. Ek baar, Kavita ek dress pehen rahi thi jiski zippar peeche atak gayi. Sameer ne kaha, "Laaiye mummy, main kar deta hoon." Jab usne zipper band ki, toh uski ungliyan anjaane mein unki nangi peeth se takrayi. Kavita ka poora jism ek pal ke liye kaanp gaya. Yeh "touching and hands on" unke liye naya aur behad bechain karne wala tha, par ek hissa is sparsh ko "reluctantly" enjoy bhi kar raha tha.
Ek aur mauke par, jab Fareeda ek kurti try kar rahi thi, toh Imran ne uske gale ko adjust karte hue kaha, "Ammi, iska gala thoda neeche hoga toh design zyada khulkar aayega." Usne kurti ko is tarah se set kiya ki unka "cleavage" thoda sa nazar aane laga. Fareeda hadbada gayi, par aaine mein unhe bhi manna pada ki Imran sahi keh raha tha. Isse unka "sex appeal double ho jaye", yeh beton ka anjaan maqsad poora ho raha tha.
"Cross interaction" bhi bharpoor tha. Sameer ne Jaspreet ki tareef ki, "Aunty, is jumpsuit mein aap behad powerful lag rahi hain." Imran ne Kavita ko chheda, "Aunty, ab toh aap Sameer ke saath uske college function mein ja sakti hain, koi nahi kahega ki aap uski maa hain."
Yeh tareefen teeno maaon ke liye ek naye nashe ki tarah thi. Unhe "gussa" bhi aa raha tha ki yeh ladke unhe is tarah se dekh rahe hain, par unhe "baad me bhi reluctantly maza bhi aa raha tha". Unke andar "complement addiction" aur "need of... validation from sons" ki bhavna ghar kar rahi thi.
Aakhir mein, teeno beton ne apni-apni maaon ke liye kuch chune hue outfits khareede. Jab woh mall se bahar nikle, toh unke haathon mein shopping bags bhare pade the. Teeno maaen apni nayi heels mein, ek naye confidence ke saath chal rahi thi. Unka bahari roopantaran ab tezi se poora ho raha tha.
Gaadi mein baithte waqt, Sameer ne apni maa ko dekha, jinke chehre par ek nayi chamak thi. Usne socha, 'Cultural Day mein ab sirf 12 din bache hain.' Ek naya, aur bhi bada plan uske dimaag mein shakl le raha tha.