Incest AAG (Incest/Adultery)
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धन्यवाद, हिन्दी फॉन्ट में एक कहानी already लिख रहा हूँ, for a change यह इस तरह लिखी।
Aah lajabab lekhan aur picture ne to char Chand. Laga diye is thread me
Aah mast gaand aur chut ke chhed hai
Aah mast chut me mast Lund
Kash ye Lund ke Pani se bhari chut ko chatne ka mauka milta
Aah mast gaand aur chut ke chhed hai
Aah mast chut me mast Lund
Kash ye Lund ke Pani se bhari chut ko chatne ka mauka milta
ThanksAah lajabab lekhan aur picture ne to char Chand. Laga diye is thread me
Aah mast gaand aur chut ke chhed hai
Aah mast chut me mast Lund
Kash ye Lund ke Pani se bhari chut ko chatne ka mauka milta
Agni
Chapter 7: Bechaini ka Sailaab
Malhotra Mansion mein sham ka andhera chha raha tha, aur Aarohi apne kamre mein mirror ke saamne khadi thi, ek sheer emerald green saree mein, jo uske gori chamdi par chipki hui thi—tight blouse uski 34C choochiyon ko upar utha raha tha, nipples halke se ubhre hue, jaise uski andar ki bechaini unko tight kar rahi ho. Uski gaand ka gol, firm curve saree mein ek seductive shape bana raha tha, payal ki chhankar har kadam mein goonj rahi thi, jaise ek chhupa sa sangeet. Teen din maayke mein guzarne ke baad—maa ke saath purani yaadein, Vikram ke saath studio mein woh brutal gunaah woh wapas aa chuki thi, lekin uska dil ek sailaab mein dooba hua tha. Rohan ke saath shaadi ke din ka gunaah (uski gaand mein virya, mandap mein baithna) aur Vikram ka studio ka maze ka nasha ab bhi uske jism mein tha, lekin guilt usko kha raha tha. Suhagraat ka woh anjaan mard ab bhi uske dimaag mein ek sawal tha—kaun tha woh? Aarohi ne apni aankhein band ki, ek gehri saans li, aur apne aap ko sambhala—yeh raaz usko khud suljhana tha, bina kisi par shak ke.
Vihaan office mein phir se busy tha, ek nayi deal ke chakkar mein. “Jaan, aaj raat late hoga,” usne phone par kaha, uski awaaz thaki hui. Aarohi ka dil doob gaya—Vihaan ka yeh busy nature uski aag ko aur bhadka raha tha, usko akela chhod raha tha. “Theek hai, Vihaan,” usne dheere se kaha, lekin uski chut mein ek tez dard utha—unsatisfying suhaagdin ki yaad ab bhi usko tadpa rahi thi. Woh niche living room mein chali gayi, jahan Malhotra parivaar ka mahaul apni hi duniya mein tha. Rajesh armchair par baitha tha, ek glass whiskey haath mein, uski aankhein Aarohi par thami, jaise usko naap raha ho. “Bahu, maayke mein sab theek tha?” usne poocha, awaaz mein ek thandak, lekin nazar mein ek ajeeb si garmi. Aarohi ka dil dhadka—ek pal ke liye uske dimaag mein suhagraat ka woh mard ka khayal aaya, lekin usne turant khud ko danta, Pagal hai kya, Aarohi? Yeh tumhare sasur hain, aisa sochna bhi gunah hai! “Ji, Papa, sab theek tha,” usne jaldi se kaha, nazar jhuka li, lekin uski chut mein ek geela dard utha, Vikram ka garam maal ki yaad se.
Devika ne chai serve ki, uski muskan polished lekin kaatil. “Aarohi, maayke mein koi purana rishta toh nahi jag utha?” usne poocha, ek taunt ke saath, jaise woh Aarohi ke raaz ko bhaanp rahi ho. Aarohi ka chehra laal ho gaya—kya Devika Vikram ke baare mein kuch jaanti thi? “Nahi, Mummy ji, bas ghar walon se mili,” usne jhoot kaha, lekin uski chut mein ek tez geelapan badh gaya, Vikram ke thappad aur squirt ki yaad uske jism mein ab bhi thi. Devika ne ek smirk di, “Hmmm, achcha. Dhyan rakhna apna,” usne kaha, aur apni chai ka cup utha liya. Aarohi ka dil dhadka—yeh taunt kya matlab tha? Kya Devika ko uske gunaah ka andaza tha?
Aryan living room mein ek corner mein baitha tha, laptop par kuch business charts dekh raha tha. “Bhabhi, kal ek charity event hai, tum bhi help karogi na?” usne poocha, ek charming smile ke saath, lekin uski aankhein Aarohi ke blouse par ek pal ke liye thami. Aarohi ne muskurakar haan kaha, lekin uska dimaag shant nahi tha—suhagraat ka sawal, Vikram ka gunaah, aur Devika ka taunt usko kha rahe the. Tabhi Arjun aaya, casual t-shirt mein, biceps dikh rahe the, ek playful energy ke saath. “Bhabhi, living room mein bore ho rahi ho? Chalo, kahi thodi masti karte hain,” usne kaha, ek naughty wink ke saath, lekin uski awaaz mein ek halki si chherkhani thi, kuch zyada aggressive nahi. Aarohi ne haskar kaha, “Arjun, tameez se baat karo, Bhabhi hoon tumhari” lekin uski awaaz mein ek maza tha, chut mein geelapan badh gaya.
Kitchen mein, Aarohi aur Arjun coffee banane lage. Arjun ne Aarohi ke paas khade hote hue uske haath se spoon chheena, “Bhabhi, yeh toh galat tarika hai coffee banane ka,” usne mazak kiya, uska haath Aarohi ke haath par halka sa chhua, ek pal ke liye. Aarohi ka jism sihar gaya, “Arjun, chup karo aur kaam karo,” usne haskar kaha, lekin uski aankhein uske toned seene par thami, aur uski musky cologne ne uske dimaag mein suhagraat ka sawal jaga—kaun tha woh? lekin woh jaldi se khud ko sambhali. Arjun ne ek gandi muskan di, “Bhabhi, tum itni sundar kyun lagti hai?” usne kaha, aur counter par baith gaya, uska ghutna Aarohi ki saree se halka sa chhua. Aarohi ke muh se ek halki si siskari nikli, “Arjun, yeh kya mazak hai?” usne kaha, lekin uski chut mein ek tez dard utha, nipples blouse mein tight. “Bas, bhabhi ko thodi si khushi de raha hoon,” Arjun ne kaha, aur coffee ka cup uske haath mein diya, uski ungliyan Aarohi ki ungliyon par halka sa ragdi. Aarohi ka jism kaanp gaya, lekin usne apne aap ko roka—yeh bas chherkhani thi, isse zyada kuch nahi.
Jab Aarohi kitchen se bahar nikal rahi thi, Mohan mila—Malhotra Mansion ka gardener, tall aur muscular, pasine se bheegi shirt, uski skin par ek earthy, sweaty smell jo Aarohi ke naak mein ghusi. Woh garden se aaya tha, haathon mein mitti ke nishaan, ek chhota sa guldasta lekar. “Bhabhi, yeh gulab aapke liye, garden se taze,” usne kaha, uski awaaz simple lekin aankhein Aarohi ke jism par ek pal ke liye thami. Aarohi ne guldasta liya, “Shukriya, Mohan,” usne kaha, lekin uski sweaty smell ne uske dimaag mein ek ajeeb si bechaini jagayi—suhagraat ka woh mard, kya uski bhi aisi hi smell thi? Uska dil dhadka, lekin usne apne shak ko daba diya. Mohan ne ek halki si smile di, “Bhabhi, garden mein kabhi aaiye, kuch naye phool dikhata hoon,” usne kaha, aur chala gaya, lekin uski smell aur uski muscular frame Aarohi ke dimaag mein ek chhupa sa raaz ban kar reh gayi.
Raat ko, Aarohi apne kamre mein akeli thi, Vihaan ab bhi office mein. Woh mirror ke saamne khadi thi, saree utar di, ek sheer nightgown pehna. Uski gori chamdi chamak rahi thi, nipples nightgown ke andar ubhre hue, chut mein Arjun ka halka sa sparsh aur Vikram ka gunaah ka nishaan. Uska dimaag suhagraat ke us anjaan mard par tha—kaun tha woh? Arjun ka playful touch, Aryan ka charm, Mohan ki sweaty smell, ya Vikram ka studio? Rajesh ka khayal aaya, lekin usne turant khud ko danta, Pagalpan hai yeh, Aarohi, woh tumhare sasur hain! Devika ka taunt ab bhi uske kaan mein goonj raha tha—kya woh kuch jaanti thi? Aarohi bistar par let gayi, do ungliyan apni chut mein daali, aur ek siskari nikli—“Kaun tha woh?” lekin uska dil shak aur guilt se bhara tha. Malhotra Mansion ka har chehra ab ek sawal tha, aur uski aag har pal bhadak rahi thi.
Chapter 7: Bechaini ka Sailaab
Malhotra Mansion mein sham ka andhera chha raha tha, aur Aarohi apne kamre mein mirror ke saamne khadi thi, ek sheer emerald green saree mein, jo uske gori chamdi par chipki hui thi—tight blouse uski 34C choochiyon ko upar utha raha tha, nipples halke se ubhre hue, jaise uski andar ki bechaini unko tight kar rahi ho. Uski gaand ka gol, firm curve saree mein ek seductive shape bana raha tha, payal ki chhankar har kadam mein goonj rahi thi, jaise ek chhupa sa sangeet. Teen din maayke mein guzarne ke baad—maa ke saath purani yaadein, Vikram ke saath studio mein woh brutal gunaah woh wapas aa chuki thi, lekin uska dil ek sailaab mein dooba hua tha. Rohan ke saath shaadi ke din ka gunaah (uski gaand mein virya, mandap mein baithna) aur Vikram ka studio ka maze ka nasha ab bhi uske jism mein tha, lekin guilt usko kha raha tha. Suhagraat ka woh anjaan mard ab bhi uske dimaag mein ek sawal tha—kaun tha woh? Aarohi ne apni aankhein band ki, ek gehri saans li, aur apne aap ko sambhala—yeh raaz usko khud suljhana tha, bina kisi par shak ke.
Vihaan office mein phir se busy tha, ek nayi deal ke chakkar mein. “Jaan, aaj raat late hoga,” usne phone par kaha, uski awaaz thaki hui. Aarohi ka dil doob gaya—Vihaan ka yeh busy nature uski aag ko aur bhadka raha tha, usko akela chhod raha tha. “Theek hai, Vihaan,” usne dheere se kaha, lekin uski chut mein ek tez dard utha—unsatisfying suhaagdin ki yaad ab bhi usko tadpa rahi thi. Woh niche living room mein chali gayi, jahan Malhotra parivaar ka mahaul apni hi duniya mein tha. Rajesh armchair par baitha tha, ek glass whiskey haath mein, uski aankhein Aarohi par thami, jaise usko naap raha ho. “Bahu, maayke mein sab theek tha?” usne poocha, awaaz mein ek thandak, lekin nazar mein ek ajeeb si garmi. Aarohi ka dil dhadka—ek pal ke liye uske dimaag mein suhagraat ka woh mard ka khayal aaya, lekin usne turant khud ko danta, Pagal hai kya, Aarohi? Yeh tumhare sasur hain, aisa sochna bhi gunah hai! “Ji, Papa, sab theek tha,” usne jaldi se kaha, nazar jhuka li, lekin uski chut mein ek geela dard utha, Vikram ka garam maal ki yaad se.
Devika ne chai serve ki, uski muskan polished lekin kaatil. “Aarohi, maayke mein koi purana rishta toh nahi jag utha?” usne poocha, ek taunt ke saath, jaise woh Aarohi ke raaz ko bhaanp rahi ho. Aarohi ka chehra laal ho gaya—kya Devika Vikram ke baare mein kuch jaanti thi? “Nahi, Mummy ji, bas ghar walon se mili,” usne jhoot kaha, lekin uski chut mein ek tez geelapan badh gaya, Vikram ke thappad aur squirt ki yaad uske jism mein ab bhi thi. Devika ne ek smirk di, “Hmmm, achcha. Dhyan rakhna apna,” usne kaha, aur apni chai ka cup utha liya. Aarohi ka dil dhadka—yeh taunt kya matlab tha? Kya Devika ko uske gunaah ka andaza tha?
Aryan living room mein ek corner mein baitha tha, laptop par kuch business charts dekh raha tha. “Bhabhi, kal ek charity event hai, tum bhi help karogi na?” usne poocha, ek charming smile ke saath, lekin uski aankhein Aarohi ke blouse par ek pal ke liye thami. Aarohi ne muskurakar haan kaha, lekin uska dimaag shant nahi tha—suhagraat ka sawal, Vikram ka gunaah, aur Devika ka taunt usko kha rahe the. Tabhi Arjun aaya, casual t-shirt mein, biceps dikh rahe the, ek playful energy ke saath. “Bhabhi, living room mein bore ho rahi ho? Chalo, kahi thodi masti karte hain,” usne kaha, ek naughty wink ke saath, lekin uski awaaz mein ek halki si chherkhani thi, kuch zyada aggressive nahi. Aarohi ne haskar kaha, “Arjun, tameez se baat karo, Bhabhi hoon tumhari” lekin uski awaaz mein ek maza tha, chut mein geelapan badh gaya.
Kitchen mein, Aarohi aur Arjun coffee banane lage. Arjun ne Aarohi ke paas khade hote hue uske haath se spoon chheena, “Bhabhi, yeh toh galat tarika hai coffee banane ka,” usne mazak kiya, uska haath Aarohi ke haath par halka sa chhua, ek pal ke liye. Aarohi ka jism sihar gaya, “Arjun, chup karo aur kaam karo,” usne haskar kaha, lekin uski aankhein uske toned seene par thami, aur uski musky cologne ne uske dimaag mein suhagraat ka sawal jaga—kaun tha woh? lekin woh jaldi se khud ko sambhali. Arjun ne ek gandi muskan di, “Bhabhi, tum itni sundar kyun lagti hai?” usne kaha, aur counter par baith gaya, uska ghutna Aarohi ki saree se halka sa chhua. Aarohi ke muh se ek halki si siskari nikli, “Arjun, yeh kya mazak hai?” usne kaha, lekin uski chut mein ek tez dard utha, nipples blouse mein tight. “Bas, bhabhi ko thodi si khushi de raha hoon,” Arjun ne kaha, aur coffee ka cup uske haath mein diya, uski ungliyan Aarohi ki ungliyon par halka sa ragdi. Aarohi ka jism kaanp gaya, lekin usne apne aap ko roka—yeh bas chherkhani thi, isse zyada kuch nahi.
Jab Aarohi kitchen se bahar nikal rahi thi, Mohan mila—Malhotra Mansion ka gardener, tall aur muscular, pasine se bheegi shirt, uski skin par ek earthy, sweaty smell jo Aarohi ke naak mein ghusi. Woh garden se aaya tha, haathon mein mitti ke nishaan, ek chhota sa guldasta lekar. “Bhabhi, yeh gulab aapke liye, garden se taze,” usne kaha, uski awaaz simple lekin aankhein Aarohi ke jism par ek pal ke liye thami. Aarohi ne guldasta liya, “Shukriya, Mohan,” usne kaha, lekin uski sweaty smell ne uske dimaag mein ek ajeeb si bechaini jagayi—suhagraat ka woh mard, kya uski bhi aisi hi smell thi? Uska dil dhadka, lekin usne apne shak ko daba diya. Mohan ne ek halki si smile di, “Bhabhi, garden mein kabhi aaiye, kuch naye phool dikhata hoon,” usne kaha, aur chala gaya, lekin uski smell aur uski muscular frame Aarohi ke dimaag mein ek chhupa sa raaz ban kar reh gayi.
Raat ko, Aarohi apne kamre mein akeli thi, Vihaan ab bhi office mein. Woh mirror ke saamne khadi thi, saree utar di, ek sheer nightgown pehna. Uski gori chamdi chamak rahi thi, nipples nightgown ke andar ubhre hue, chut mein Arjun ka halka sa sparsh aur Vikram ka gunaah ka nishaan. Uska dimaag suhagraat ke us anjaan mard par tha—kaun tha woh? Arjun ka playful touch, Aryan ka charm, Mohan ki sweaty smell, ya Vikram ka studio? Rajesh ka khayal aaya, lekin usne turant khud ko danta, Pagalpan hai yeh, Aarohi, woh tumhare sasur hain! Devika ka taunt ab bhi uske kaan mein goonj raha tha—kya woh kuch jaanti thi? Aarohi bistar par let gayi, do ungliyan apni chut mein daali, aur ek siskari nikli—“Kaun tha woh?” lekin uska dil shak aur guilt se bhara tha. Malhotra Mansion ka har chehra ab ek sawal tha, aur uski aag har pal bhadak rahi thi.