Adultery Ammi Rafat Ka Transformation - Son's POV

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Introduction -

• Ammi: Rafat (42) – Sundar, curvy (38-28-40), shareef ammi. Bahar dupatta pehenti hai, ghar mein attractive aur modestly dressed rehti hai. Shuru mein bahut conservative aur reluctant hai lekin story me dhere dhere zina ki rah pe jayegi.

• Husband: Parvez (48) – Kamzor, passive, beta male. Shuru mein bilkul oblivious, baad mein ek broken namard cuck ban jaata hai.

• Beta: Abdul (18) – Kamzor, shy, wimpy school student, total mama’s boy.

• Sana - Abdul's GF and Cousin (Khala ki Beti) Supporting Role Only

• Main Bully: Rudra – Strong, extremely dominant, gym-built, well-hung, intelligent mastermind, BSS cult ka leader.

• Supporting Bullies: Ravi (Rudra ka sabse close), Kundan, Umesh aur Raghav.

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Chapter 24

Raat ke around 11:15 baj chuke the. Ghar mein bilkul khamoshi thi. Rafat bed par leti hui thi, aankhein band kiye, lekin neend door bhagi hui thi. Parvez uske paas so chuka tha, uski saansein dheemi aur bhari hui thi. Rafat ne side mein muh kiya aur chupke se aansu poch liye.
Main kaisi biwi hoon… apne shouhar ko dhoka de rahi, us ladke ke liye, yahi sab soch rahi thi… yeh sab galat hai… bahut galat…
Usne apne aap ko sambhala aur sochne lagi ki kal se woh aur mazboot rahegi.

wahi dusri taraf – Rudra ke Rented Room pe jaha wo aur uske dost daru party karte they aur randiya lake chodte they...
Rudra ka rented room mein lights dim thi. Cigarette ka dhuaan upar ud raha tha. Rudra sofa par baitha tha..

Rudra ne phone uthaya aur group WhatsApp khola. Usne ek voice note record kiya aur bhej diya.

WhatsApp Group: “Target Rafat”

Rudra (Voice Note): “Bhai log, suno… Rafat ab resistance mode mein aa gayi hai. Messages block kar rahi hai, call nahi utha rahi, ghar mein bhi andar nahi aane de rahi. Parvez ke saath bhi kuch nahi ho raha hai. Lagta hai guilt mein hai.”

Ravi: pakiza randi guilt feel kar rahi hai. us din video call mein toh chut ragad rahi thi. Ab ignore kar rahi hai.

Kundan: Bhai yeh toh mazedaar hai. Pehle muh mein let ti hai, phir “main maa hoon, izzat hai” khelti hai. Abhi pressure badhao. kuch alag karna parega.iske jaisi maal ko hath se jane nahi dengey.

Umesh: Haan, main kal hi Abdul aur Parvez ke against kuch aur edited photos bana deta hoon. Abdul sharaab peeta hua, Parvez kisi aur aurat ke saath — aisa kuch. Aunty ko lagega ki uski family hi uski izzat nahi sambhal rahi.

Raghav: Aur haan, uski moti gaand aur bhari choochiyon ka kya scene hai bhai? Abhi tak sirf video call aur handjob tak hi pahunche ho?

Rudra: Sab hoga. Abhi patience rakho. Aunty abhi resistance phase mein hai. Dheere dheere tootegi. Parvez aur Abdul dono ko dekh kar tootegi. Jab woh tootegi na… tab hum sab mil kar usko poori tarah chodenge.

Kundan: BC sapna sach ho raha hai. pakiza Ammi ko apni randi banana… maza aayega.

Ravi: Aur Abdul ka reaction dekhna hai jab woh dekhenga ki uski Ammi hamari randi ban chuki hai.

Group mein hasi ke stickers aur fire emojis ki barsaat ho gayi.
Rudra ne cigarette sulgaate hue muskuraya.
“Ab asli khel shuru hoga hai.”




Agli subah sab routine se uthe, rafat kitchen me nashta bana rahi thi ki tabhi uska phone vibrate hua. Drawer mein rakha hua phone halki si awaaz kar raha tha. Rafat ne aankhein kholi aur thoda dar gayi. Woh dheere se uthi, drawer khola aur phone nikaala. Rudra ka naya number the jissey usne pichli baar abdul ki photos bheji thi...
Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi. Usne message khola.
Rudra ka message tha. ek photo aur ek short video attached thi.
Photo khulte hi Rafat ka chehra safed pad gaya.
Photo mein Abdul tha — college ke bahar theke pe betha apne doston ke sath sharaab pi raha tha.... Uske kapde thode bigde hue the, aankhein laal. Photo ke neeche caption tha:
“Aunty… aap ghar mein izzat bachane ke liye tadap rahi ho, aur yeh ladka sharab aur cigarette ke peeche pada hai.”...kya sare balidaan aap dogi aur jin logon ke liye aap izzat izzat karri ho dkeho wo kese izzat nilaam karre...bas apno ghar me circus ka bander bana rakha hai...jsiki koi zindigi nahi...na koi maza...aunty belive me you deserve a life...aunty aap jis aadmi se pyaar karti ho jisko apne apna sab kuch maza hai wo kya sach me apse pyaar karta ya sirf dikhawa...video khol ke dekhen apne shouhar ki kartoot...



Rafat ka haath kaanpne laga. Usne video play kiya. Video mein Parvez dikhai de raha tha — office ke bahar ek aurat ke saath baitha hua, uske kandhe par haath rakh kar baat kar raha tha. Aurat uske bahut close thi. Video ke neeche caption tha:
“Parvez Uncle bhi ghar ke bahar maze le rahe hain. Aunty, aap kiske liye itni izzat sambhal rahi hain?”
Rafat ka pura badan thanda pad gaya. Uski aankhein phail gayi. Woh phone haath se phenk kar bed par baith gayi aur haathon mein chehra chhupa kar ro padi.
“Abdul… mera beta… yeh sab kar raha hai? Aur Parvez… mera shouhar… kisi aur aurat ke saath…?”
Uski saansein tez ho gayi. Woh uthi aur tezi se almari ki taraf gayi. kitab nikaala aur bed par baith kar padhne lagi, lekin uski nazar kitab par nahi, phone par thi. Uski aankhon se aansu beh rahe the.
“Main kiske liye itni izzat sambhal rahi thi… mera parivar hi mujhe dhokha de raha hai…?”
Uppar apne room mein Abdul ne pura message cloned WhatsApp par padh liya tha. Uski aankhein phail gayi. Woh samajh gaya tha ki Rudra fake evidence bana raha hai. Uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usko Ammi ki roti hui awaaz sun kar bahut dard ho raha tha, lekin woh camera band nahi kar pa raha tha.



Rafat bed par baithi thi, haathon mein chehra chhupaye hue. Phone abhi bhi uske paas pada tha, screen par woh fake photos band ho chuke the, lekin unki tasveer uske dimag mein kaid ho chuki thi.
Uski saansein tez ho rahi thi. Aansu uske dupatte par gir rahe the. Woh uthi, kamre mein chakkar kaatne lagi, phir bed par baith gayi, phir phir uthi. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi.
“Abdul… mera beta… cigarette… sharab… yeh sab kar raha hai?” uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Aur Parvez… mera shouhar… kisi aur aurat ke saath… itne saal baad bhi mujhe dhokha?”

“Main kiske liye itni izzat sambhal rahi thi? Mere parivar hi mujhe dhokha de raha hai… main ghar mein tadap rahi hoon… aur yeh log bahar maze le rahe hain?” Uski saansein phool rahi thi. Woh zameen par ghutno ke bal baith gayi aur dheere dheere ro padi.
“Main kaisi maa hoon… mera beta galat raaste par… aur main… main us ladke ke saath… yeh sab galat hai… bahut bada gunah hai…”
Uski chut mein abhi bhi halka geelapan tha, jo usko aur sharminda kar raha tha. Woh apne aap ko rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin Rudra ki yaadein baar-baar aa rahi thi. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi. Uske ander ki haya zor se lad rahi thi.

Uppar apne room mein Abdul spy cam ke through pura scene dekh raha tha. Uski aankhein phail gayi thi. Usko Ammi ki roti hui awaaz sun kar bahut dard ho raha tha. Uski aankhon mein aansu the. “Ammi… woh fake hai… main aisa nahi hoon… Rudra jhooth bol raha hai…” woh dheere se bola, lekin uski awaaz sirf khud tak pahunchi.
Rafat ne akhir mein bed par let gayi. Usne kitab ko seene se laga liya aur aankhein band kar li. Lekin neend nahi aayi. Sirf ek gehra dard aur shak baith gaya tha uske dil mein.


Rafat bistar par seedhi leti hui thi, aankhein band thi, lekin neend ka kahin naam o nishan nahi tha. Dimag mein wohi tasveerein baar baar chal rahi thi.

Woh videos…

Abdul ka cigarette muh mein, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si beparwahi.
Parvez ka kisi aur aurat ke saath khada hona, jaise uski zindagi mein Rafat ka koi wajood hi na ho.

Rudra ke banaye hue woh clips ab sirf videos nahi rahe the. Woh Rafat ke zehen ka bojh ban chuke the. Har frame uske yaqeen ko dheere dheere tod raha tha.

Poora din woh andar hi andar toot ti rahi thi. Parvez shaam ko ghar aaya tha, lekin Rafat ne uski taraf dekha tak nahi. Na koi sawaal, na koi shikayat. Bas ek khamoshi thi jo zyada tez cheekh rahi thi.

Parvez samajh nahi paaya, aur chup chaap so gaya.

Lekin Rafat ke liye neend phir bhi door thi.

Raat ka aakhri hissa tha, subah bas aane wali thi. Lekin uski aankhon se aansu rukne ka naam nahi le rahe the.

Woh dheere se uthi.

Kamre ka darwaza halka sa khola, Parvez ki neend na tootay, aur nange paon bahar nikal gayi. Ghar mein gehri khamoshi thi, jaisi har cheez saans roke hue ho.

Woh drawing room ke window ke paas ja kar ruk gayi. Bahar andhera ab dheere dheere safed hone laga tha. Subah ki pehli roshni aasman par phail rahi thi.

Tabhi bahar se awaazein aane lagi.

Do pados ki aurtein sadak ke kone par khadi baatein kar rahi thi. Unki awaaz khidki ke zariye andar aa rahi thi.

“Arre suna tumne? Rafat ke ghar ke baare mein log kuch keh rahe hain,” pehli aunty ne dheere se kaha.

Dusri ne jawab diya, “Haan, pata nahi sach kya hai, par Rafat ka chehra roz murjha sa lagta hai. Parvez ke baare mein bhi kuch logon ne dekha tha, kisi ke saath baat karte hue. Aur Abdul bhi college mein ajeeb sa ho gaya hai, sharaab waghera ki baatein chal rahi hain.”

Pehli aunty ne saans chhodi. “khuda khair kare. Pehle kitna seedha sa ghar tha. Ab bas baatein hi baatein hain. Lagta hai sab kuch bikhar raha hai, lekin asal baat kisi ko pata nahi.”

Yeh sab na afwah thi, na yakeen. Sirf adhoori baatein, jo galiyon mein apni marzi se shape le rahi thi.

Lekin Rafat ke liye… yeh sab sach se bhi zyada bhaari tha.

Uska badan thanda pad gaya.

Woh dheere se window se peeche hati. Jaise roshni bhi ab uske liye zyada tez ho. Deewar ke saath takra kar ruk gayi. Saansen tez ho gayi, dil bohot zor se dhadak raha tha.

“Log… sab kuch keh rahe hain…” uske honton se bas itna nikla.
“Mera ghar… mera beta… mera shohar…”

Aansu uske chehre par girte rahe.

Woh dheere se zameen par baith gayi, aur apna chehra haathon mein chhupa liya. Rona ab sirf dard nahi tha, ek breakdown tha jo andar se pura system hila raha tha.

Uske zehen mein Rudra ke banaye hue woh clips phir se flash ho rahe the, jaise koi zabardasti reality us par chipka raha ho.

Aur har flash ke saath… uska yaqeen aur toot raha tha.

Lekin ek cheez clear thi.

Yeh sab natural nahi tha.

Kahin na kahin koi cheez is ghar ko dhire dhire andar se khokhla kar rahi thi.

Aur uska naam ab uske dimag mein ghoom raha tha.

Rudra.
Neeche Parvez gehri neend mein tha.

Bilkul bekhabar.

Jaise us ghar mein koi toofan nahi, sirf ek normal raat guzri ho.

Raat apni sab se gehri saans le chuki thi.

Aur is ghar ke andar…

sach aur waham dono mil kar har cheez ko dheere dheere tod rahe the.

 

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Chapter 25

Rafat drawing room mein sofa par baithi thi, haathon mein chehra chhupaye hue. Neighbor aunties ki baatein abhi bhi uske kaanon mein goonj rahi thi. Uski aankhein sooji hui thi. Uski izzat ka ek aur tukda toot gaya tha.

Tabhi uska phone baja. Screen par “Baji” naam dikh raha tha.
Rafat ne thoda ruk kar call uthaya. Uski awaaz halki aur thaki hui thi.
“Ji salam Baji… boliye.”
Naseem (Khala) ki awaaz aayi, chinta bhari hui.
“Rafat… kya ho raha hai behen? kal subah jab main aayi thi tab bhi tera chehra uda hua tha. Ab phone par bhi lag raha hai jaise rone wali ho. Bata mujhe sach bata. Parvez ke saath kuch problem hai kya? Ya Abdul ke saath?”
Rafat ki aankhein phir se nam ho gayi. Woh kuch pal chup rahi, phir dheere se boli,
“Baji… sab theek hai. Bas… thodi si pareshani hai ghar mein. Koi badi baat nahi.”

Naseem ne gehri saans li.
“Rafat… tu mujhse chhupa rahi hai. Mohalle mein bhi log baatein kar rahe hain. Kuch aurtein bol rahi thi ki Parvez office ke bahar kisi aur aurat ke saath dikha tha. Aur Abdul bhi college mein galat company mein hai. Tu bata… sach kya hai?”
Rafat ka dil zor se dhadak utha. Uski saansein tez ho gayi. Woh uth khadi hui aur drawing room ke window ke paas chali gayi.
“Baji… yeh sab jhooth hai. Logon ki zubaan chalti rehti hai. Mere parivar mein aisa kuch nahi hai.”
Naseem ki awaaz mein chinta aur badh gayi.
“Rafat… tu meri chhoti behen hai. Teri izzat mujhe pyari hai. Agar kuch bhi ho toh mujhe bata. Main teri madad karungi. Tu akeli mat lad.”
Rafat ki aankhon se aansu behne lage. Woh chup rahi, sirf halke se roti rahi.
“Baji… main theek hoon. Bas… dua karna mere liye.”
Call cut hone ke baad Rafat phone ko seene se laga kar baith gayi aur zor-zor se ro padi.
“Log… sab log jaan rahe hain… mera parivar toot raha hai… aur main… main kya kar rahi hoon…”


Dopahar ke baad shaam hone wali thi. Rudra apne rented room mein baitha tha. Uske saamne Ravi, Kundan, Umesh aur Raghav baithe the. Room mein cigarette ka dhuaan ghuma hua tha aur sharaab ki mehek. Sab log serious the, lekin unki aankhon mein ek bechain maza bhi tha.

Rudra ne gehri saans li aur bola,
“Bhai log, ab situation badal rahi hai. Aunty ab doubt mein hai. Fake photos dekh kar uska confidence hil gaya hai. Woh ab family par shak karne lagi hai. Ab humein aur strong move karna hai.”

Ravi ne muskurate hue kaha,
“Arre wah… pakiza randi ab apne hi parivar par shak karne lagi hai. Pehle woh ‘main maa hoon, izzat hai’ karti thi, ab doubt kar rahi hai. ab maza ayega.”

Kundan ne cigarette sulgaate hue bola,
“Ab aag aur bhadkao aur gehra banao. Sirf photo mat bhejo. Ek short video banao jismein Abdul college ke bahar ladkon ke saath daru peeta dikhe aur ladkiyan chedta. Parvez ko kisi aur aurat ke saath hotel ke bahar dikhao. Aunty ko lagega ki uski family uski izzat ko khud hi mitti mein mila rahi hai.”

Umesh ne phone uthate hue kaha,
“Main kal tak better edited videos bana deta hoon. Thoda natural lagega. Aunty ko lagega ki yeh sab sach hai. Phir dekho kaise woh dheere dheere toot ti hai aur humare taraf aati hai.”

Raghav ne haath ragadte hue bola,
“Aur haan bhai…uski wo raat wali blowjob videos hume bhi bhej aur age bhi chodte time video zarur bana bc?. Kab usko proper tarah use karenge uff? Uski umar aur pakiza look dekh kar mera lund khada ho jaata hai. saali apni maa ki umar ki hai bc lekin maa nahi hai isliye apne sare gande sapne poore karengey”

Rudra ne muskurate hue kaha,
“Sab hoga. Abhi patience rakho. Aunty abhi resistance phase se nikal rahi hai. Jab woh poori tarah tootegi na… tab hum sab mil kar usko poori tarah chodenge. Parvez aur Abdul dono ke saamne. Uske baad woh khud hamari randi ban jayegi aur izzat ka naam bhi bhool jayegi.”

Kundan ne has kar kaha,
“BC mujhey abdul jese chutye ladke ki ammi kabse thokni thi. 42 saal ki pakiza shareef Ammi ko apni randi banana… aur uske bete aur pati ke saamne… maza aayega.”

Ravi ne last mein bola,
“bhaiyon maine pass me ek khandar dekha hai, bahut sexy jagah hai ekdum shaant aur sheher se door...kya bolte ho apse hisaab se set karde....”

Rudra - haan bey hum kal hi sath me chalke udher sab set kardengey...ek lakdi ki almaari le chalna usme apan apna daru,sutta,condom,lube sab rakh dengey zarurat ke hisaab se...aur ek 2-2 gadde aur plastic sheet bhi zameen ke bechane ke liye...age kaafi kaam ayega khandar"

Sab log hasne lage. Room mein hasi aur planning ki hawa thi.

Rudra ne cigarette sulgaate hue muskuraya.
“Ab asli khel shuru hota hai. Aunty ko lagta hai woh mazboot hai… lekin hum usko poori tarah tod denge.”


Raat ke around 9:45 baj chuke the. Rafat bed par leti hui thi Uski aankhein band thi, lekin neend door bhagi hui thi. Din bhar ki safai aur tilawat ne usko thaka diya tha, lekin dimag mein woh fake photos aur Khala ke words ghum rahe the.
Tabhi uska phone halke se vibrate hua. Drawer mein rakha phone ki roshani kamre mein fail gayi.
Rafat ne aankhein kholi. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi. Usne drawer khola aur phone uthaya.
Naya number tha.
Rudra ka message tha. Is baar koi photo nahi, sirf text.
“Aunty… aap theek ho na? Kal se aap bahut pareshan lag rahi hain. Main jaanta hoon aap apni family ke liye bahut lad rahi hain. Lekin agar aapko lagta hai ki mai aapka parivar aapki izzat uchal raha hun… toh shayad aap galat soch rahi hain. Main sirf aapki madad karna chahta hoon. Agar kabhi baat karni ho toh bata dena. Main yahan hoon.”
Rafat ka dil zor se dhadak utha. Uski saansein tez ho gayi. Usne message ko baar baar padha. Har baar uski aankhon mein aansu bhar aate the.
“ Yeh ladka… ab bhi mujhe pareshan kar raha hai… lekin uski baatein… kya agar sach mein Parvez aur Abdul…”
Uski ungliyan phone par kaanp rahi thi. Woh message delete karne lagi, lekin delete nahi kar paayi. Usne phone ko seene se laga liya aur dheere se ro padi.
“Main kya karun… agar yeh sab sach hai toh main kiske liye itni izzat sambhal rahi hoon…?”
Uski haya abhi bhi bahut mazboot thi. Woh phone ko drawer mein wapas rakh diya aur aankhein band kar li. Lekin neend nahi aayi. Sirf ek gehra shak aur dard baith gaya tha uske dil mein.


Raat ke around 10:20 baj chuke the. Main door khula aur Parvez thaka hua andar aaya. Usne shoes utare aur drawing room se hote hue bedroom ki taraf badha. Ghar mein ek bhari khamoshi thi.
Parvez bedroom mein ghusne ke saath hi ruk gaya. Rafat bed par leti hui thi, aankhein band, lekin chehra pareshan tha. Uski saansein bhari hui thi. Dupatta sar par tightly lapeta hua tha, lekin uske chehre par aansu ke nishaan saaf dikhai de rahe the.
Parvez dheere se bed ke paas aaya aur baith gaya. Usne Rafat ke kandhe par haath rakh kar dheere se poocha,
“Rafat… kya hua hai? Kuch din se tum bilkul alag lag rahi ho. Raat ko neend nahi aa rahi, din bhar ghar saaf karti rehti ho, khana bhi kam kha rahi ho. Batao mujhe… koi problem hai kya?”
Rafat ne aankhein kholi. Uski awaaz halki aur tooti hui thi.
“Parvez… kuch nahi. Bas… thak gayi hoon main. Ghar ka kaam, Abdul ki padhai… sab kuch sambhalna padta hai.”
Parvez ne uska haath pakad liya. Uski aankhon mein chinta thi.
“Rafat… hum miya-biwi hain. Agar kuch hai toh batao. Tumhara chehra dekh kar lag raha hai jaise andar se toot rahi ho. Kya Abdul ne kuch kiya? Ya koi aur baat hai?”
Rafat ki aankhein phir se nam ho gayi. Woh Parvez ke haath ko dheere se chhod kar side mein muh kar leti rahi.
“Parvez… please… aaj mat poocho. Main theek hoon. Bas thoda time do.”
Parvez ne gehri saans li. Woh kuch der chup raha, phir dheere se uske paas let gaya. Lekin usne haath nahi badhaya. Sirf chupchaap let kar raat guzarne laga.
Rafat ne aankhein band kar li. Uski chut mein abhi bhi halka geelapan tha, lekin woh Parvez ke saath kuch feel nahi kar pa rahi thi. Usko apne aap par gussa aa raha tha.

Main kaisi biwi hoon… apne shouhar se bhi chhupa rahi hoon… aur us ladke ke baare mein soch rahi hoon… yeh sab galat hai… bahut galat…

Chapter 25 End.

 

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Chapter 26

Raat ke lagbhag 11:40 baj chuke the.

Ghar andar se bilkul khamosh tha, jaise har cheez ne apni saans rok rakhi ho.

Parvez gehri neend mein tha, kisi bhi duniya se bekhabar.

Rafat bed par leti hui thi, aankhein band thi, lekin neend us se door bhaag rahi thi. Uska poora jism thakan se bhara hua tha, lekin dimag… dimag shor kar raha tha.

Woh videos.

Woh lafz.

Woh shak jo ab uske andar apni jagah bana chuka tha.

Har baar jab woh aankhein band karti, Rudra ke banaye hue manzar uske saamne aa jaate. Aur har baar uska dil aur zyada bhaari ho jaata.

Tabhi bahar se halki si bike ki awaaz aayi.

Rafat ka dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya.

Woh jaanti thi yeh awaaz kis ki hai.

Rudra.

Usne bed se uthne se pehle ek lambi saans li. Uske haath thode kaanp rahe the. Ek taraf darr tha, doosri taraf woh ajeeb sa pull jo woh khud bhi samajh nahi paa rahi thi.

Woh dheere se uthi, Parvez ko disturb kiye baghair bedroom ka darwaza khola aur nange paon drawing room ki taraf chal di.

Har kadam bhaari lag raha tha, jaise zameen usko rok rahi ho.

Drawing room mein sirf ek halki si light jal rahi thi.

Rudra darwaze ke paas khada tha.

Usne andar aate hi darwaza band kar diya.

“Raat bohot shant hai aaj…” usne halki awaaz mein kaha, nazrein seedhi Rafat par tiki hui thi. “Aap phir se ro rahi thi, aunty?”

Rafat ne apni nazrein neeche kar li.

“Beta… please yaha se jai,” uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Parvez andar so rahe hain… ghar mein sab log hain… yeh theek nahi hai.”

Rudra ek kadam aage aaya.

“Lekin aap theek bhi toh nahi ho,” usne dheere se kaha. “Aap har roz toot rahi ho, aur koi nahi dekh raha. Sabko bas apni padi hai. jinki izzat bachane ke liye aap khud ko saza de rahi unko koi fark nahi padhta.”

Rafat chup ho gayi.

Uski ungliyan darwaze ke frame ko zor se pakde hue thi, jaise wahi uska aakhri sahara ho.

“Main...main ek maa hoon,” usne dheere se kaha. “Mujhe yeh sab nahi sochna chahiye… mujhe wapas apni zindagi sambhalni chahiye.”

Rudra ne uski baat ko kaat diya, bilkul shaant awaaz mein.

“Zindagi already bikhar chuki hai, aunty… aap sirf usko accept nahi kar rahi.”

Silence.

Ghar ke andar ki khamoshi aur bhaari ho gayi.

Jis shauhar ko aap apna samajh rahi wo apko dhoka der a aur jis bete ke liye apne zindigi de di wo baher ayyashi karra...aur aap sirf haya aur izzat ke khatir tadap rahi ho aunty.

Rafat ki saansein tez hone lagi. Uske andar ka darr, uski izzat, uska guilt… sab ek saath usko kheench rahe the.

Aur phir Rudra ne dheere se kaha:

“Main yahan aapko todne nahi… sambhalne aaya hoon.”

Yeh lafz uske andar kisi ajeeb si jagah lag gaye.

Rafat ki aankhein band ho gayi.

Ek aansu uske gaal par gir gaya.

Usne dheere se kaha, almost whisper mein:

“Yeh galat hai…”

Lekin uski awaaz mein woh pehle jaisa yaqeen nahi tha.

Rudra aur paas aaya.

Aur us pal mein… ghar ki khamoshi aur bhi gehri ho gayi, jaise har cheez kisi faisle ka intezar kar rahi ho.

Rafat ka haath dheere dheere neeche gir gaya.

Darwaza peeche se ab bhi band tha.

Aur andar ki roshni aur andhera ek hi jagah mil rahe the…


“Aunty… aap khud ko kyun rok rahi ho?” usne dheere se kaha. “Aapko pata hai na ki aap mujhe chahti ho. Parvez Uncle aapko kabhi woh maza nahi de sakte jo main de sakta hoon.”
Rafat ki aankhein band ho gayi. Aansu uske gaal par behne lage. Uski haya zor se lad rahi thi.
“Beta… mat karo… yeh bahut galat hai… main maa hoon… Abdul ki Ammi hoon… Parvez so raha hai… Abdul upar hai…”


Rudra ne usko dheere se drawing room ke sofa ki taraf le gaya. Uski ungliyan Rafat ke salwar suit ke button par gayi. Rafat ne haath pakad kar rokne ki koshish ki, lekin uski taakat kamzor pad rahi thi.
“beta… nahi… yeh bahut risky hai… agar koi uth gaya toh…” uski awaaz toot rahi thi.
Lekin Rudra ne uske kapde dheere dheere utare. Rafat ka bhari jism sofa par nanga ho gaya. Uski moti choochiyan, kamar aur gaand lamplight mein chamak rahi thi.


Rafat ne ankhen band karli...

rudra ne chupke se apna mobile nikal ke recording mode pe karke samne rakh diya...aur camera ki taraf dekh ke harami muskarahat ke sath dekha jese keh raha ho ki "doston aaj dikhata hun ek pakiza ammi ki izzat ke sath kese khela jata hai..."

Rudra ne apne kapde utare aur uske upar aaya. Uska mota lund Rafat ki chut ke muh par tha.
Rafat ne aankhein band kar li aur ro padi.
“aah beta… dheere… bahut dard hoga… main… main abhi tak nahi taiyaar hoon… Parvez aur Abdul ghar mein hain…aah tumhara bahut bada aur mota hai...ahh”

Rudra ne dheere se andar dhakela. Rafat ki gardan peeche mud gayi. Uski cheekh dab gayi. Uski chut bahut tight thi, lekin Rudra ka lund dheere dheere andar ghus raha tha.

Rudra ne uski lambi chikni gori gardan pe apne honton se chusa start kardiya...uske jism ki wo madhosh karne wali mehak aur pasina uff rudra pagal hua ja raha tha...usey yakeen nahi ho raha wo is 42 saal ki shareef pakiza ghareli ammi ko thok raha aur uske jism ka chaat raha hai...yeh soch se uska land us sakt ho gaya...

“AAHHH… rudra beta… bahut mota hai… phat rahi hoon main…” uski awaaz toot rahi thi, lekin woh dheemi rakh rahi thi taaki Parvez na uth jaye.
Rudra ne dheere dheere rhythm pakda. Rafat ki choochiyan hil rahi thi, uski gaand sofa par dab rahi thi. Uski saansein tez ho rahi thi. Uski haya aur gehra dard dono lad rahe the.
“aye khuda… maaf kar do mujhe… main gunahgaar hoon… bahut bada gunahgaar…” woh rote hue boli, lekin uski taange Rudra ke kamar par lapat rahi thi.

Rudra ne zor-zor se dhakelna shuru kiya. Drawing room mein sirf unki dheemi saansein aur geeli awaazein goonj rahi thi.Uski chuchiyon ko apne muh se chus chus ke umet raha tha beech beech me danton se kaat raha tha...rafat madhoshi me pagal ho rahi thi..

Rafat ka badan kaanp utha. Woh pehli baar zor se jhad gayi...uska aisa santushti wala ehsaas pehley kabhi bhi parvez k sath nahi mila tha..., uski chut Rudra ke lund ke around kas gayi.
Rudra ne aur zor se dhakela aur akhir mein uske andar hi jhad gaya. Garam cum Rafat ki chut mein bhar gaya.
Rafat ne aankhein band kar li aur zor-zor se ro padi. Uski haathon mein chehra chhupa hua tha.
“Main… main kya kar rahi hoon… mere bete aur pati ghar mein hain… aur main yahan sofa par…”

Rudra ne uske baal par haath phera aur dheere se bola, “Aunty… itna na sochoo aap khulke zindigi jiyo jese apke shouhar aur beta ji rahe bina apki fikar kare.”
Woh jaldi se kapde pehen kar chala gaya. Rafat sofa par leti rahi...
Drawing room mein sirf zero bulb ki halki roshani thi. Rafat sofa par nangi leti hui thi, haathon mein chehra chhupaye hue. Uski saansein abhi bhi tez thi. Rudra ke jhadne ke baad uski chut se garam cum bahar nikal raha tha, uski taange abhi bhi kaanp rahi thi.
Uski aankhon se aansu beh rahe the. Uske jism pe rudra ki geeli thook ke nishaan aur uska ehsaas usey ajeeb nasha de raah aur sath hi bahut ganda feel kara tha ki wo kesi maa hai chii....Woh dheere se uthi, apne kapde uthaye aur jaldi se pehenne lagi. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi.
“Main… main kya kar rahi hoon…” uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Mere shouhar bedroom mein so rahe hain… mera beta upar hai… aur main yahan sofa par… us ladke ke saath…”
Uski chut abhi bhi geeli thi. Rudra ka cum uski taangon par beh raha tha. Woh jaldi se tissue se saaf karne lagi, lekin uske andar ka dard saaf nahi ho raha tha.
Woh sofa par baith gayi aur haathon mein chehra chhupa kar zor-zor se ro padi. Uski izzat, uski haya, sab kuch bikhar chuka tha. Uski aankhon ke saamne Abdul ka chehra aa raha tha. Parvez ka udaas chehra aa raha tha.
“Main kaisi maa hoon… kaisi biwi hoon… ek jawan gairmard ladke ke lund ke liye sab kuch bhool gayi… yeh gunah hai… bahut bada gunah…”
Uski saansein phool rahi thi. Woh uthi aur bathroom ki taraf gayi. Paani ka nalka khol kar apne jism ko zor-zor se dhone lagi. Lekin Rudra ka ehsaas uske jism se nahi ja raha tha.

Uppar apne room mein Abdul ne pura scene dekha tha. Uski aankhein phail gayi thi. Usko Ammi ki roti hui awaaz sun kar bahut dard ho raha tha. Uska haath apne chhote lund par tha, lekin uski aankhon mein aansu the.
Woh camera band nahi kar pa raha tha.
Raat bahut gehri ho chuki thi. Ghar ke andar har cheez dheere dheere toot rahi thi.
Rafat bathroom se nikal kar bedroom ki taraf gayi. Parvez abhi bhi so raha tha. Woh bed par let gayi, lekin uski aankhein khuli thi. Uski ungliyan apne pet par thi, jahan abhi bhi Rudra ka cum ka ehsaas tha.

 

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story ab yaha se kaafi badal jayegi......sex zyada hoga. RAFAT try kregi resist karne ka lekin baar baar har ke rudra ki bahon me jayegi...

 

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Chapter 27

Agle din dopahar dhal chuki thi.

Ghar mein ek sust si khamoshi thi — woh wali jo sirf tab aati hai jab ghar sach mein khaali ho.

Parvez office ja chuka tha.
Abdul bhi subah hi nikal gaya tha.

Rafat akeli thi.

Woh drawing room ke sofa par seedhi baithi thi, haathon mein tasbeeh thi lekin uski ungliyan ruk ruk kar chal rahi thi. Zikr zubaan par tha… lekin dimag kahin aur bhatak raha tha.

Kal raat.

Woh lamha.

Woh ehsaas.

Usne aankhein band kar li.

“Ya maalik… mujhe maaf kar do…” usne dheere se kaha.

Uska dil abhi bhi bojhal tha. Guilt kam nahi hua tha — bas shape badal raha tha. Kabhi dard, kabhi khamoshi, kabhi ajeeb sa khali pan.

Tabhi uska phone vibrate hua.

Woh pehle se hi uska intezar kar rahi thi… ya shayad darr.

Screen par naam aaya.

Rudra.

Message tha:

“Aunty… aaj aata hoon. Aap akeli ho na. Kal aap theek nahi lag rahi thi. Aapse milna hai.”

Rafat ka gala sookh gaya.

Usne phone ko thoda zor se pakad liya. Ungliyan halki si kaanp rahi thi.

Woh turant type karne lagi:

“Mat aao. Please. Jo kal hua woh galat tha. Mujhe yeh sab band karna hai.”

Is baar usne message bhej diya.

Screen par “delivered” likha aaya.

Kuch seconds guzre.

Koi reply nahi.

Rafat ne ek lambi saans li… jaise usne koi faisla le liya ho.

Lekin uska dil phir bhi chain mein nahi tha.

Ghar ki khamoshi ab aur tez mehsoos ho rahi thi.

Clock ki tik tik… bahar se halki si gaadiyon ki awaaz… aur beech mein uska apna dil.

Phir—

Darwaze par halki si knock hui.

Rafat ka jism ekdum se tan gaya.

“Yeh… itni jaldi…?”

Woh dheere dheere uthi. Har kadam bhaari lag raha tha.

Darwaze ke paas ruk kar usne ek pal ke liye aankhein band ki.

Phir darwaza khola.

Rudra saamne khada tha.

Bilkul waise hi… jaise usne expect kiya tha.

Jaise usko pata tha ke “mat aao” ka matlab “ruk jao” nahi hota.

“Message mil gaya tha,” usne seedha kaha, halki si muskaan ke saath.
“Isliye aaya hoon.”

Rafat ne turant nazrein jhuka li.

“Tumhein nahi aana chahiye tha…” uski awaaz halki si toot rahi thi. “Maine mana kiya tha.”

Rudra bina jaldi kiye andar aaya aur darwaza band kar diya.

“Mana kiya tha… ya khud ko samjha rahi thi?” usne shaant lehje mein poocha.

Silence.

Rafat ke paas jawab nahi tha.

Woh bas peeche hati aur sofa ke paas ruk gayi.

Rudra ne haath mein pakda hua packet uski taraf badhaya.

“Aapke liye.”

Rafat ne hichkichate hue liya.

“Yeh kya hai…?”

“Dekho.”

Usne dheere se packet khola.

Rafat ne packet khola. Andar ek deep cleavage wala salwar suit tha — kameez ka gala bahut gehra tha, aur dupatta bahut patla.

Uski ungliyan wahin ruk gayi.

“Main yeh nahi pehen sakti,” usne turant kaha, awaaz mein darr saaf tha.
“Yeh main nahi hoon.”

Rudra ne uski taraf seedha dekha.

“Aap khud ko jaanti hi kitna ho, aunty?” Rudra ne dheere se kaha, “Aunty… ghar mein hi toh hai. Parvez Uncle office mein hain. Abdul college mein. Bas ek baar try karo. Aapko dekhna chahta hoon.”

Yeh lafz seedha uske andar laga.

Rafat ne nazrein hata li.

“Main maa hoon… meri had hoti hai,” usne dheere se kaha.

Rudra ek kadam aur paas aaya.

“Ghar mein akeli ho,” usne seedha jawab diya.
“Koi nahi dekh raha.”

Wohi line.

Phir se.

Jaise kisi ne uske dimag mein dobara likh di ho.

Rafat ki saansein tez ho gayi.

Usne packet ko zor se pakda… phir dheere dheere chhod diya.

Aankhon mein aansu aa gaye.

Kuch pal ke liye woh bilkul chup khadi rahi.

Phir bina kuch kahe…packet leke bedroom me chali gayi...

Kuch der baad Rafat bahar aayi. Uska chehra laal tha. Deep cleavage wala kameez uske bhari choochiyon par tight pada hua tha. Dupatta bahut patla tha, jo uske gehre cleavage ko chhupane mein asafal tha. Uski moti gaand salwar mein saaf dikhai de rahi thi.
Rudra ne usko dekha aur muskuraya.
“Aunty… bahut sundar lag rahi ho. Ab dupatta hata do.”

Rafat ne nazrein neeche kar li. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi.
“Beta… yeh bahut sharam ki baat hai. Main… main yeh nahi pehen sakti…”
Lekin Rudra ne dheere se uske paas aakar dupatta hata diya. Rafat ka gehra cleavage saaf dikhai de raha tha.

Uski aankhon se aansu behne lage.
“ya khuda… yeh galat hai… agar koi dekh liya toh… meri izzat…”
Rudra ne uske kandhe par haath rakh kar kaha, “Ghar mein sirf hum dono hain Aunty. Aap bahut khubsurat lag rahi ho.”
Rafat ne haathon se apna chest chhupane ki koshish ki, lekin Rudra ne uske haath hata diye. Uski haya ab aur mazboot ho rahi thi, lekin uska jism Rudra ke control mein tha.

College me Abdul apne phone mein dekh raha tha..

Screen on thi.

Spy cam ka live feed chal raha tha.

Usne sab dekh liya tha.

Is baar uska reaction alag tha.

Shock… confusion… aur ek gehra sa darr.

“Ammi… yeh kya kar rahi hain…” usne dheere se kaha.

Lekin uski nazar screen se hat nahi rahi thi.


Rafat - “Bas… ab theek hai,” usne dheere se kaha.
“Main wapas change kar leti hoon…”

Lekin uski awaaz mein woh zidd nahi thi jo pehle hua karti thi.

Sirf ek bechaini thi.

Aur ek aisa maza… jisse woh khud bhi samajh nahi paa rahi thi.

Ghar ab bhi wahi tha.

Same deewarein. Same furniture.

Lekin andar…

sab kuch dheere dheere shift ho raha tha.

Aur Rafat…

ab uss line ke beech khadi thi jahan se wapas jaana mushkil hota hai.

Chapter 27 Complete