Incest Maa meri rand (Extreme)

[luststory]

2050

Operation Room – Silence, Then Chaos

INT. OPERATION THEATRE – NIGHT

Sab kuch white hai… lights, gloves, bed… aur uske beech ek aadmi – 50 saal ka, rgakha hua, behosh.

(Heartbeat monitor: Beep… Beep… Beep…)

Suddenly –

DOCTOR (urgent tone)
“Scalpel!”

NURSE 1 (quickly)
“Here, sir.”

DOCTOR (focused)
“BP drop ho raha hai… suction do… jaldi!”

(Suction sound, metal clinks, monitor speeds up)

DOCTOR (calm but tense)
“Chest open karo… clear the airway… yes, now!”

Ek aur nurse pasine se bhiga hua kapda uske forehead se hataati hai. Har koi busy hai. Har second bhaari hai.

Phir ek lamba silence… monitor seedha line dikhata hai…

(Beep…. flatline….)

Doctor aankhon mein thoda guilt, thoda thakaan leke peeche hota hai.

DOCTOR (thandi saans ke saath)

He’s back. Par zyada time nahi hai. ICU mein shift karo.”

NURSE 2 (softly)
“yes, sir.”

Doctor’s CABIN – The Truth of Loneliness

INT. DOCTOR’S CABIN – NIGHT (few hours later)

Doctor chair par baitha hai, aankhon ke neeche dark circles, haath mein file.

DOCTOR
“Call kar kisi family member ko… bata do ki halat critical hai.”

NURSE (pausing, condused)
“Sir… ye akela admit hua tha. koi bhi sath nahi aaya.”

DOCTOR (raising eyes)
“Koi dost? Relatives? Emergency contact number?”

NURSE (thoda halki awaaz mein)
“File mein kuch bhi nahi sir… aur jab admit hua tha tab bhi. Naam tak who khud ne nahi bataya tha.”

Ek moment ke liye cabin mein silence ho jaata hai.

DOCTOR (thoda soch kar)
“Hmm… akela aadmi…”

NURSE (soft tone)
“jaise… kisi ka tha hi nahi.”

ICU – First Inner Monologue

INT. ICU ROOM – NIGHT

Light dim hai, machine slow deep kar rahi hai.

Main aankhein band kiye padha hoon… par andar kuch chal raha hai…

Main akela nahi tha… par main kabhi kisi ka tha hi nahi. Ye jo silence hai na… ye naya nahi hai mere liye. Ye silence jo tum mehsoos kar rahe ho ye Bacchpan se hi sath tha mere.

Bas ek zinda laash ke jaisa bed par leta hua hoon. Jaan chali bhi gayi meri toh kya badlega? Shaanti tab bhi nahi milegi…

Kyu? kyunki jalane wala bhi koi nahi hai…

Haan, mujhe pata hai – yahi deserve karta hoon main.

Gande, ghinone kaam kiye hain maine… aur shayad isi liye yeh sab mere saath ho raha hai. Yeh akelapan, yeh andhera – meri hi banayi hui kabr hai.

(pause, halki hansi)

Btw, sorry… maine aapko apna introduction toh diya hi nahi. Aur pata nahi kya kya bak raha hoon – budha jo ho gaya hoon. dimaag bhi thik se kaam nahi karta.

Toh haan. aap jo dekh rahe ho… who end hai. Life 100 saal ki hoti hai kehte hain… par mere liye bas 50 mein full stop lagne wala hai.

Ab toh sab mere haath se ja chukka hai… right?

(light laugh, but thoda dard bhara)

Ager aap free ho… toh main aapko apni zindagi ki ek rollercoaster ride par le jana chahunga.

Aur BTW…!! abhi mere paas koi kaam toh raha nahi…!!

Waise bhi, ager aap busy hote… toh abhi yahan sunne nahi aate. Right? Haha…sorry.

Toh chaliye… chalet hain…
32 saal piche…

Jab main 18 ka tha. Jawani ka pehla jhatka… aur zindagi ka sabse bada sach.

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2050

Operation Room – Silence, Then Chaos

INT. OPERATION THEATRE – NIGHT

Sab kuch white hai… lights, gloves, bed… aur uske beech ek aadmi – 50 saal ka, rgakha hua, behosh.

(Heartbeat monitor: Beep… Beep… Beep…)

Suddenly –

DOCTOR (urgent tone)
“Scalpel!”

NURSE 1 (quickly)
“Here, sir.”

DOCTOR (focused)
“BP drop ho raha hai… suction do… jaldi!”

(Suction sound, metal clinks, monitor speeds up)

DOCTOR (calm but tense)
“Chest open karo… clear the airway… yes, now!”

Ek aur nurse pasine se bhiga hua kapda uske forehead se hataati hai. Har koi busy hai. Har second bhaari hai.

Phir ek lamba silence… monitor seedha line dikhata hai…

(Beep…. flatline….)

Doctor aankhon mein thoda guilt, thoda thakaan leke peeche hota hai.

DOCTOR (thandi saans ke saath)

He’s back. Par zyada time nahi hai. ICU mein shift karo.”

NURSE 2 (softly)
“yes, sir.”

Doctor’s CABIN – The Truth of Loneliness

INT. DOCTOR’S CABIN – NIGHT (few hours later)

Doctor chair par baitha hai, aankhon ke neeche dark circles, haath mein file.

DOCTOR
“Call kar kisi family member ko… bata do ki halat critical hai.”

NURSE (pausing, condused)
“Sir… ye akela admit hua tha. koi bhi sath nahi aaya.”

DOCTOR (raising eyes)
“Koi dost? Relatives? Emergency contact number?”

NURSE (thoda halki awaaz mein)
“File mein kuch bhi nahi sir… aur jab admit hua tha tab bhi. Naam tak who khud ne nahi bataya tha.”

Ek moment ke liye cabin mein silence ho jaata hai.

DOCTOR (thoda soch kar)
“Hmm… akela aadmi…”

NURSE (soft tone)
“jaise… kisi ka tha hi nahi.”

ICU – First Inner Monologue

INT. ICU ROOM – NIGHT

Light dim hai, machine slow deep kar rahi hai.

Main aankhein band kiye padha hoon… par andar kuch chal raha hai…

Main akela nahi tha… par main kabhi kisi ka tha hi nahi. Ye jo silence hai na… ye naya nahi hai mere liye. Ye silence jo tum mehsoos kar rahe ho ye Bacchpan se hi sath tha mere.

Bas ek zinda laash ke jaisa bed par leta hua hoon. Jaan chali bhi gayi meri toh kya badlega? Shaanti tab bhi nahi milegi…

Kyu? kyunki jalane wala bhi koi nahi hai…

Haan, mujhe pata hai – yahi deserve karta hoon main.

Gande, ghinone kaam kiye hain maine… aur shayad isi liye yeh sab mere saath ho raha hai. Yeh akelapan, yeh andhera – meri hi banayi hui kabr hai.

(pause, halki hansi)

Btw, sorry… maine aapko apna introduction toh diya hi nahi. Aur pata nahi kya kya bak raha hoon – budha jo ho gaya hoon. dimaag bhi thik se kaam nahi karta.

Toh haan. aap jo dekh rahe ho… who end hai. Life 100 saal ki hoti hai kehte hain… par mere liye bas 50 mein full stop lagne wala hai.

Ab toh sab mere haath se ja chukka hai… right?

(light laugh, but thoda dard bhara)

Ager aap free ho… toh main aapko apni zindagi ki ek rollercoaster ride par le jana chahunga.

Aur BTW…!! abhi mere paas koi kaam toh raha nahi…!!

Waise bhi, ager aap busy hote… toh abhi yahan sunne nahi aate. Right? Haha…sorry.

Toh chaliye… chalet hain…
32 saal piche…

Jab main 18 ka tha. Jawani ka pehla jhatka… aur zindagi ka sabse bada sach.

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[luststory]

2025

LAHORE [ PAKISTHAN ] EARLY MORNING – 6:00 AM

Subah ki hawa mein thandak thi. Na zyada sardi, na garmi… bas ek aisi narmi, jo insaan ko puri duniya se door le jaye.
Chhat par ek purana pankha halki khar-khar ki awaaz ke sath ghoom raha tha. Aasmaan abhi poora neela bhi nahi hua tha – thoda sa grey, thoda sa narangi.

Door se ek mandir ka ghanta bajta hai, uske saath kisi chai wale ke stove ki seeti, aur ek kabutaron ke pankhon ki fadfadana

Ek naya din jaise dheere-dheere uttar raha ho.

Camera jaise ek chhoti si gali se ghuste hue ek simple se ghar ke upar aata hai.

Us ghar ke chhote se kamre ke ander – ek lamba, patla ladka – raat bhar so nahi paya tha. Aankhon ke neeche halki siyahi thi, lekin chehre pe ajeeb sa noor tha.

Ji... Hain wo ladka aur koi nahi main hi hoon...!!

Aaj mera 18th birthday jo… tha.
Koi cake nahi tha. Koi balloons nahi. Par fir bhi mere liye ye subah sabse alag tha.

Bed ke pass ek purana radio padha tha – jisme se halki awaaz aa rahi thi: “Aaj ka suraj kuch naya leke aaya hai…”

Mein aankh band karta hoon, aur ek lambi saans leta hoon.
Hawa mere chehre se takrati hai. Jaise koi keh raha ho – “Tu ab bachcha nahi raha.”

“Ritesh! Uth jaldi. Aaj tera birthday hai bhool gaya kya? Jaldi naha-dho kar ready ho ja, mandir jaana hai humein!”

(Mein aankh kholta hoon, chhat ki taraf dekhta hoon. Thodi der bas ceiling fan ghoomta dekhta hoon. Phir halki muskaan aata hai mere chehre pe – woh wali muskaan jo har maa ki awaaz pe apne aap aa jati hai.)

“Yeh jiski aawaz aap sun rahe ho… yeh aur koi nahi meri maa ki aawaz hai – Lalita. Age: 47. Lekin lagti? Bhai… koi film ki heroine se kam nahi.... jo ki aap khud dekh sakte ho.”



MUMMY (gussa, louder now):
“Tujhe kitni baar bolungi? 7am bajne wala hai! Jaldi uth… nahi toh danda leke aaoon kya main?”

MEIN (neend mein suljhe hue baalon ke saath):
“Ji Mummy… bas 5 minute aur…”

MUMMY (with a bramatic taunt):
Mujhe kuch nahi suna! Tu ready ho raha hai ya mein birthday ke din pitai karu teri? Achha lagega tujhe?”

Mein haste hue uthta hoon. Aur washroom ke taraf chala jata hoon.

7:45 AM

Subah ki dhup ab safed se peeli hone lagi thi. Mein aur mummy mandir ke seediyon par chadh rahe the. Mein simple jeans aur kurta pehna tha, aur mummy ne deep cut wali blouse jis mai cleavage saf saf dikh rahi hoti hai aur cotton saree aur saree ke side maise mummy ki gori kamar bhi saf saf dikh rahi hoti hai.



Phoolon ki thali ek hath mein, aur dusre se dupatta sambhalte hue, mummy ne aankhon se mujhe scan kiya.

MUMMY (softly):
“Bada ho gaya tu… par dimaag abhi bhi paanch saal ka hai.”

MEIN (muskurate hue):
“Toh birthday gift mein dimaag bhi dila do phir.”

MAA:
“Pehle mandir mein Prasad chadh jaaye, fir dekhte hain.”

(Mandir ke andar ghanti baj rahi hai. Mein aankhein band karta hoon, ek lambi saans leta hoon. Pehli baar mere chehre par ek shaant si muskaan hoti hai

Jaise andar kuch thoda halkaa ho raha ho.)

OUTSIDE TEMPLE – 8:15 AM

Mandir ke bahar ek patli si sadak thi. Chhoti chhoti dukanee abhi khul rahi thi. Ek chaat wala apna thela dhakka dekar le ja raha tha, aur ek chaiwala kone main stove jala raha tha.

Mummy aur mein hum dono ek bench pe baith kar auto ka intezaar kar rahe the.

Mein thoda bored hokar mummy se kheta hoon:

MEIN:
“Auto waale aaj holiday pe hai kya?”

MUUMY (nakhre main)
“Jaldi ready hone ke liye bola tha, tab toh drama kar raha tha. Ab jaldi ho rahi hai?”

Hum dono haste hain.)
Garmi badhne lagi thi, aur mahol mein ek ajeeb si neend chhayi hui thi. Rikshe ja rahe the, par koi ruk nahi raha tha. Auto waale toh jaise gayab ho gaye ho.

Mein tohda thak gaya tha. Pair sune ho rahe the. Pet main gur gur ho rahi thi.

Tabhi door se ek green color ki gadi dikhayi di. Pehli nazar mein laga auto hai – lekin jab thoda paas aayi, toh pata chala ki wo Amini car thi.

Thoda ajeeb laga, par chalne wali cheez thi – aur us waqt mujhe bas ghar pahuchna tha.
Par tab meri nazar uske window se baahar nikle ek haath pe gayi.

Wo haath aadha bahar latka hua tha – aur usme ek bujhti hui cigarette thi. Usme se dhuaan nikal raha tha, seedha hawa mein ghulta hua.

Mujhe laga driver hi hoga.
Maine bina zyada soche, haath utha kar signal diya.

Amini dheere dheere ruk gayi.
Tab muumy ne dheere se mera haath pakda. Uska chehra thoda sa sankuch gaya
tha.

Aankhon main wo waali “intuitiob” thi jo sirf maaon ke paas hoti hai.

MUMMY (thoda ghabra kar):
“Beta… ye gadi sahi nahi lag rahi. Cigarette pakde hua hai… aur shayad… daru bhi pee rakhi ho. Chhod, jaane de… thoda aur ruk jaate hain… auto aa hi jaayega.”

Par main thak chukka tha. Subah se uth ke mandir gaye the, kuch khaya nahi tha. Body main bas chhoot si chubhan ho rahi thi.

MEIN (thoda zidd main, lekin shaant):
“Nahi mummy… aur wait nahi hota mujhse. Bhookh bhi lagi hai… Aur mummy, cigarette toh aajkal sab peete hain, isme darne wali baat kya hai?”

Mummy ne kuch nahi bola. Bas meri aankhon main dekhti rahi. Shayad unke andar kuch chillaya, lekin usne mujhe sunne diya nahi.

Meine phir se haath dikhaya, aur is baar Amini bilkul samne ruk gayi.

Car ka window dheere se niche hota hai.

Andar ka scene dekh ke mera pair ek second ke liye jam gaye.

Driver… nahi… wo aadmi… ekdum mota, kala,ganja, aur uska chehra jaise jal chukka ho. Muh main aadhe daant safed the, aadhe sade hue – jaise kisi ne raakh se polish kiya ho.
Aankhen… peeli.
Jaise purani bottle main rakhi daaru.

Kandhe pe ek geela gamcha tha, jo paseene se chipka hua tha. Garmi main bhi uski body se thoda badboodar dhuaan nikal raha tha – jaise gadi ke andar ka temperature normal insaan ke jeene layak nahi tha.

Ek hath se mein thoda darr laga… lekin maine halke se himmat jutayi.

MEIN (dheere se, almost politely):
“bhaiya… bazar tak chhod doge kya? 15 minute se auto ka wait kar rahe hain…”

Mujhe laga wo kuch nahi bolega.

Par usse pehle, mummy ne mera haath zor se pakda.
Mera kandha kheechte hue, kaan ke paas fusfusai

MUMMY (bahut dheere):
“Nahi beta… ye theek nahi lag raha. Isko jaane de… please. Hum aur ruk jaate hain.”

Ye baat usne itni dheere boli thi, par pata nahi kaise…
Driver ne sun liya.

DRIVER (ab gusse main, window se jhuk kar):
“Oyye… Sali… tu kaun hoti hai ye bolne wali mujhe? Tu jaanti nahi mujhe samjhi…!!! Tere bete ne haath roka, toh main ruka. nahi toh main rukta bhi nahi. Aana hai toh chup chaap aao. Nahi toh nikal lo. Samjhi? Samjha…. chalet bano!”

Uska tone… uski aankhon ka ghoorne… mummy ki saans andar hi atak gayi. Wo ek kadam peeche ho gayi, aur mein… mein confuse sa khadar aha.

Mere mann main ek aawaz thi – bhaag ja yahan se.

Par doosri awaz bolti thi – ho gaya, chadh ja, aur kitna kya wait karega?

Main ne mummy ka haath pakda. Dheere se uski aankhon main dekha.

MEIN:
“Mummy… please. Kuch nahi hoga. Main hoon na.”

Wo kuch nahi boli. Sirf haan ya na ke beech me atki aankhon ke saath chhupi si haan de di.

Aur hum…

Chadh gaye us Amini main.

(Window band hoti hai. Cigarette ki smell aur body sweat ki badboo hawa mein failti hai. Amini dheere se start hoti hai… aur chalne lagti hai.
Mein aur mummy peechhe baith gaye. Mummy ne saree ka pallu thoda aur sambhala, aur khidki ke paas thoda lean ho gayi – jaise hawa pakadna chahti ho, par khuli hawa kahaan thi.

Gadi ne dheere se move karna start kiya. Us waqt, ek purana song radio pe bajne laga:

“Jaane jaa… dhoondta phir raha…
Main yeh tu kahaan… main yahaan… tu kahaan…”

Gaana soft tha, lekin uski vibe… us moment main kuch alag hi feel de rahi thi. Ek ajeeb si udaasi aur tension ek saath.

Us driver ne front mirror – jo windshield ke beech main laga hota hai – use dhrre se adjust kiya.

Pehle mujhe laga wo apna chehra dekh raha hoga… par phir mujhe samjh aaya… Wo mirror sedha mummy ke upar set kiya gaya tha.

Mummy ki pasine wali cleavage aur unke blause pasine se bhig chuki hoti hai aur bagal bhi bhig chuki hoti hai aur ek madhos karne wali smell aarahi hoti hai mummy ki saree maise.

Fir maine dekha - wo aakhon se nahi, mirror se mummy ko dekh raha tha.

Ye dekh kar mere andar kuch sikud gaya.

Mummy ne kuch nahi kaha… par unka chehra thoda aur stiff ho gaya. Unki aankhon ka stress mujhe siddha mehsoos ho raha tha.

Mein kuch bolna chahta tha, lekin mere body aur uske body ke size main zameen aasman ka farak tha. Usse panga lena matlab maut ko invite karna.

Bas… mein chup hi raha .
Maine sirf mummy ki taraf dekha – unka chehra paseene se bhiga hua tha, aur saans bhi thodi bhaari lag rahi thi.

Pallu baar baar sambhal rahi thi. Saree ke kapde halke geele ho chuke the – kapda skin se chipka hua sa lag raha tha.

Mein us taraf dekh raha tha… mummy ki discomfort mujhe chilla ke keh rahi thi ki “kuch galat ho raha hai”.

Aur jaise hi maine nazar wapas samne ghumaya…

Wo driver…
mirror ke through mummy ko direct ghoor raha tha.

Uske chehre pe koi sharam nahi thi. Koi chhupana nahi.

Sirf ek ajeeb, bechai kar dene wali nazar thi – jaise wo tum dono ko test kar raha ho.

“Kabhi kabhi… sab kuch normal dikhta hai, par andar hi andar kuch toot raha hota hai.”

“Us Amini main sirf hum teen the.

Ek driver…

Ek maa…

Aur ek mein…

Aur uss waqt…

Mujhe pehli baar feel hua… ki mein mummy ko protect nahi kar paunga.”