Fantasy Mummy ki pyaas naukar ne bujhai
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excellent update .... Intense cuck phase begins when papa accept your mummy marriage with Ali ( Reason- family in cucky dilemma, relative+ neighbour angle, change in house location, friend making fun, rohan's beloved mummy suman staying in slum during night cuckson rohan and and cucky papa ...and many more etc) . One thing Do not make her slut...because everyone knows what slut does??? instead stick to ali only for now otherwise it will kill this beautiful story
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Thanksexcellent update .... Intense cuck phase begins when papa accept your mummy marriage with Ali ( Reason- family in cucky dilemma, relative+ neighbour angle, change in house location, friend making fun, rohan's beloved mummy suman staying in slum during night cuckson rohan and and cucky papa ...and many more etc) . One thing Do not make her slut...because everyone knows what slut does??? instead stick to ali only for now otherwise it will kill this beautiful story
waiting for next part...
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Update-5
Subah hui. Papa jaldi hi nikal gaye the. Ghar mein ab sirf Mummy, main aur Ali the.
Mummy raat bhar theek se nahi so paayi thi. Ali ka wo vishaal lund unki aankhon ke saamne ghoomta raha tha. Wo thodi udaas aur chidchidhi thi. Subah nashte ke baad unhone Ali ko awaaz lagayi.
“Ali, aaj ghar ke saare kaam jaldi nipata do. Bagiche mein paani dena, gaadi saaf karni hai, aur store room ka bacha kaam bhi poora kar dena.”
Ali muskuraate hue aaya,
“Ji memsahab… main sab kar loonga.”
Lekin Mummy ka mood kharab tha. Raat ka gussa ab Ali par nikalne laga. Wo teekhe swar mein boli,
“Kal raat tumne kaafi der tak awaazein nikaali. Poora ghar sun raha tha. Kya kar rahe the itni raat ko? Sharam nahi aati? Agar aise hi shor machaate rahoge to tumhe rakhna mushkil ho jayega.”
Ali ne sir jhukaya, lekin uski aankhon mein chamak thi. Wo dheere se bola,
“Maaf kijiye memsahab… raat ko neend nahi aa rahi thi. Main akela hoon na… kabhi-kabhi man udaas ho jaata hai. Aap bhi to raat ko chhat par kaafi der khadi thi. Shayad aap bhi kuch pareshan thi.”
Mummy chaunk gayi. Unhone Ali ko gusse se dekha, lekin phir unki aankhen naram pad gayi. Raat ka dard abhi bhi taaza tha. Wo dheere se boli,
“Haan… main pareshan thi. Pati sahab aaye, lekin mujhe samay nahi diya. Hamesha yahi bahana — kal subah nikalna hai, meeting hai… main din bhar akeli rehti hoon, kaam karti hoon, lekin koi meri parwah nahi karta.”
Ali ne turant mauka pakda. Wo Mummy ke paas thoda aur kareeb aa gaya aur bahut pyar bhare swar mein bola,
“Memsahab, main samajhta hoon. Aap bahut achhi aurat ho. Itna sab sambhalti ho, phir bhi muskuraati rehti ho. Aap akeli nahi ho. Main hoon na… aap mujhe apna dost samjho. Jo bhi dukh ho, jo bhi baat ho, mujhe bata do. Main sununga. Main aapki madad karunga.”
Mummy ne Ali ki aankhon mein dekha. Uski baaton mein sacchai aur pyar lag raha tha. Unhone halke se saans li aur boli,
“Tum sach mein achhe ho Ali. Pehle mujhe dar lagta tha, lekin ab lagta hai tum samajhte ho mujhe.”
Ali ne muskuraate hue kaha,
“Memsahab, aapki muskaan dekhkar mera din ban jaata hai. Aap udaas mat raho. Main hoon na aapke saath.”
Iske baad dono ki dosti aur mazboot ho gayi. Ali ab pehle se zyada khulkar baat karne laga. Mummy bhi usse chhoti-chhoti baatein share karne lagi. Ali har kaam mein madad karta, kabhi hansata, kabhi tareef karta — lekin sab bahut samman aur dosti ke andaaz mein.
Do-teen din baad ek shaam Ali bola,
“Memsahab, kal ravivaar hai. Agar aap aur Rohan chahein to hum sab kahin ghoomne chal sakte hain. Paas mein Green Park garden hai, hara-bhara ilaaka hai. Thoda man badal jayega.”
Mummy ne socha aur maan gayi. Main bhi taiyar ho gaya.
Agale din subah hum teeno garden ki taraf nikle. Garden hara-bhara tha, hawa achhi chal rahi thi. Hum paidal ghoom rahe the. Mummy saadi mein thi, Ali saaf kapdon mein.
Ghoomte-ghoomte Ali ne baat shuru ki,
“Memsahab, main soch raha tha… agar kabhi kisi aur kaam wale ki zaroorat pade, to main ek achha aadmi jaanta hoon. Uska naam Lallan hai. Wo mehnati hai, ghar ka kaam achha jaanta hai — paint ka kaam jaanta hai. Agar aap chahein to use bhi kaam par rakh sakte hain.”
Mummy ne poochha,
“Apne hi bola tha na ghar mein paint karana hai.”
“Lallan? Wo kaisa hai? Tumhara dost hai kya?”
Ali ne hanste hue kaha,
“Haan, purana dost hai. Gareeb hai, lekin imandaar hai. Kabhi chori-chakari nahi ki. Agar aap kahen to main use bula loon. Wo ghar ke paint ka kaam sambhal lega, aapko zyada mehnat nahi karni padegi.” Paise bhi kam lega.
Main chupchaap sun raha tha. Mujhe yaad tha ki Lallan wahi ganda bhikhari tha jis se Ali baat kar raha tha. Lekin maine kuch nahi kaha.
Mummy ne sochte hue kaha,
“Dekhte hain… abhi to ek tum ho. Agar zaroorat padi to batana.”
Ali ne sir hilaya,
“Ji memsahab. Lekin Lallan sach mein achha kaam karega. Aapki madad ho jayegi.”
Hum park mein ghoomte rahe. Ali Mummy ke saath chal raha tha, chhoti-chhoti baatein kar raha tha, hansa raha tha. Mummy bhi ab zyada khulkar hans rahi thi. Unki dosti aur gehri hoti ja rahi thi.
Ali ke man mein chal raha tha — “Lallan ko bhi andar le aaunga… phir dono milkar is randi ko maza denge.”
Main sab dekh raha tha, lekin chup tha.
Subah se shaam tak Ali Mummy ke bahut kareeb aane laga tha. Ab wo Mummy ko “memsahab” ke saath-saath kabhi-kabhi “di” bhi kehne laga tha, aur Mummy bhi use rok nahi rahi thi.
Ek din dopahar ko achanak mausam kharab ho gaya. Kaale baadal chha gaye aur tez baarish shuru ho gayi. Bagiche mein rakhi Mummy ki kuch zaruri cheezein — sookhne ke liye daali gayi purani kitaabein, kuch kapde aur paudhon ke gamle — bahar pade the. Baarish mein sab bheegne wala tha.
Mummy ghabra gayi aur daudkar bahar aayi.
“Arre! Ye sab bheeg jayega… Ali! Ali kahan hai?”
Ali apne kamre mein tha. Mummy ki awaaz sunkar wo bhaagta hua bahar aaya. Bina kuch soche wo seedhe baarish mein kood pada.
“Memsahab, aap andar raho! Main sab samet leta hoon!”
Baarish bahut tez thi. Ali ne pehle gamlon ko uthaya, phir kitaabon ka pulinda aur aakhir mein kapdon ki tokri. Paani uski poori shirt bheeg chuki thi, sharir chipak gaya tha. Mummy bhi thodi der bahar aayi aur madad karne lagi.
Ek bhari gamla uthate waqt Ali ka pair fisal gaya. Wo girte-girte bacha, lekin gamla uske haath se chhoot gaya aur Mummy ke pair ki taraf girne laga. Ali ne turant jhatke se Mummy ko apni taraf kheencha liya.
Mummy ka poora sharir Ali se takra gaya. Ali ne dono haathon se Mummy ki kamar ko mazbooti se pakad liya taaki wo gir na jaayein. Baarish mein dono bheeg rahe the. Mummy ki saadi bhi poori tarah bheeg gayi thi aur sharir se chipak gayi thi — unki bhari chhaati, kamar aur kulhe saaf ubhar rahe the.
Ali ne Mummy ko sambhalte hue dheere se kaha,
“Memsahab… gir jaati to chot lag jaati. Maine aapko pakad liya… daro mat.”
Mummy ki saans tez ho gayi thi. Wo Ali ki chhaati se sati hui thi. Ali ki mazboot baahen unki kamar par thi. Baarish ki boondein dono ke chehre par gir rahi thi. Mummy ne upar dekha. Ali ki aankhon mein sirf chinta aur dekhbhaal thi — koi gandi nazar nahi.
Mummy dheere se boli,
“Thank you Ali… tumne mujhe bacha liya.”
Ali ne abhi bhi kamar nahi chhodi. Wo bahut pyar aur samman se bola,
“Memsahab, aap meri di jaisi ho. Aapki izzat mere liye bahut badi hai. Main kabhi aapko girne nahi dunga. Chahe jaan chali jaaye, lekin aapki safety pehle.”
Mummy ki aankhen nam ho gayi. Raat wale gusse aur akelapan ke baad aaj pehli baar kisi ne unhe itni taakat se sambhala tha. Unhone Ali ki chhaati par haath rakha aur dheere se kaha,
“Tum sach mein achhe ho Ali. Aaj mujhe yaqeen ho gaya ki tum mere dost ho. Main tum par bharosa kar sakti hoon.”
Ali ne muskuraate hue Mummy ko dheere se alag kiya (lekin bahut dheere) aur bola,
“Aap andar jao memsahab. Main baaki saaman samet leta hoon. Aap bheeg gayi ho, naha lo warna sardi lag jayegi.”
Mummy andar chali gayi. Lekin jaate-jaate unhone peeche mudkar Ali ko dekha. Ali baarish mein khada sab saaman samet raha tha — bina shikayat kiye.
Andar jaakar Mummy ne bheegi saadi utaari. Nahate waqt bhi unka man Ali ki un mazboot baahon aur uski chinta bhari baaton par hi atka hua tha. Wo khud se boli,
“Pehle mujhe dar lagta tha… lekin aaj pata chala ki ye ladka sach mein nek hai. Meri parwah karta hai.”
Baarish rukne ke baad Ali andar aaya. Uske kapde abhi bhi bhege hue the. Mummy ne tauliya dete hue kaha,
“Ali, ye lo… khud ko ponchh lo. Aur haan… aaj ke liye thank you. Tumne meri bahut madad ki.”
Ali ne tauliya lete hue bahut soft swar mein kaha,
“Memsahab, aapki khushi ke liye main kuch bhi kar sakta hoon. Aap bas udaas mat rehna. Jab bhi man bhari ho, mujhe bata dena. Main aapka dost hoon… hamesha.”
Mummy ne muskuraakar sir hilaya. Unki aankhon mein ab Ali ke prati ek naya vishwas aur nazdeeki saaf dikh rahi thi.
Us din ke baad Mummy Ali se aur khulkar baat karne lagi. Chhoti-chhoti pareshaniyaan bhi share karne lagi. Ali har baat sunta, salah deta aur kabhi-kabhi hansakar Mummy ka mood achha kar deta.
Dosti ab aur mazboot ho chuki thi.
Dono ke beech baatein ab sirf kaam ki nahi reh gayi thi — chhoti-chhoti vyaktigat baatein bhi hone lagi thi.
Ek shaam ka waqya tha.
Papa ka phone aaya. Unhone bataya ki unki posting abhi aur do mahine badh gayi hai. Mummy phone par hi bol padi,
“Do mahine aur? Ji, aapne mujhe bataya tak nahi! Main yahan akeli kaise sambhalun? Rohan ki padhai, ghar ka kaam, bagicha… sab mere sir par hai.”
Papa ne ulta gussa dikhaya,
“Tumhe har baat par rona kyun aata hai? Main kamaun ya tumhare saath baithkar roon? Tumhare paas naukar hai na, wo sab sambhal lega. Main vyast hoon.”
Phone kat gaya.
Mummy ka chehra laal ho gaya. Aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Unhone phone ko sofa par patak diya aur rasoi ki taraf jaane lagi. Lekin beech mein ruk gayi aur Ali ko awaaz lagayi,
“Ali… idhar aana jara.”
Ali turant aaya. Usne Mummy ka udaas chehra dekha aur poochha,
“Di, kya hua? Phir papa ji ka phone tha kya?”
Mummy ne aansu ponchte hue kaha,
“Haan… wo do mahine aur nahi aayenge. Mujhe akela chhodkar chale gaye. Hamesha yahi bahana — kaam, meeting, train… mujhe lagta hai wo mujhe pyar hi nahi karte. Main din bhar akeli rehti hoon… raat ko bhi akeli.”
Ali ne paas aakar bahut dheere aur pyar se kaha,
“Di… ro mat. Main dekh raha hoon na tumhe. Tum itni achhi ho, itna sab sambhalti ho, phir bhi wo tumhari kadar nahi karte. Tum akeli nahi ho. Main hoon na tumhare saath.”
Mummy ne Ali ki taraf dekha. Unki aankhen nam thi. Ali ne aage badhkar Mummy ka haath apne haath mein le liya aur halke se dabaya.
“Di, tumhari ungaliyan kitni thandi ho gayi hain. Man udaas hone par aise mat baitho. Main tumhe hansane ki koshish karunga. Tumhe achha lagega.”
Mummy ne haath nahi chhudaya. Wo dheere se boli,
“Ali… tum sach mein achhe ho. Tumhe dekhkar lagta hai ki koi to hai jo meri parwah karta hai.”
Ali ne Mummy ki aankhon mein gehri nazar daali aur dheere se bola,
“Di… main sirf parwah nahi karta… main tumhe bahut… bahut maanta hoon. Tumhari muskaan dekhkar mera dil achha ho jaata hai. Tum itni sundar ho ki koi bhi tumhe dekhkar paagal ho sakta hai.”
Mummy ka chehra sharm se laal ho gaya. Unhone haath chhudane ki koshish ki, lekin Ali ne nahi chhoda.
“Ali… aisi baatein mat karo. Main tumhari di jaisi hoon.”
Ali muskuraaya aur dheere se bola,
“Di nahi… tum meri bahut khaas ho. Main tumhe kabhi dukhi nahi dekhna chahta. Agar kabhi man bhari ho, raat ko neend na aaye, to mujhe bata dena. Main tumhare paas baithkar baatein karunga… tumhe achha lagega.”
Mummy ne ab Ali ki taraf dekha. Unki saans thodi tez ho gayi thi. Ali ne dheere se Mummy ke baalon mein haath daala aur ek lat ko kaan ke peeche kiya.
“Di… tumhari khushbu kitni achhi hai. Tumhare paas baithkar mujhe bahut sukoon milta hai.”
Mummy ne sharmate hue kaha,
“Ali… tum bahut paas aa gaye ho.”
Mummy thodi asahaj lag rahi thi.
Ali muskuraaya aur aur thoda kareeb sarak gaya. Ab dono ke beech sirf kuch inch ki doori thi. Usne Mummy ki kamar par haath rakh diya aur dheere se unhe apni taraf kheencha. Mummy ab unki god mein aa gayi. Ali ne apni thodi Mummy ke sir par rakh di aur bahut pyar se bola,
“Di… bas ek baar mujhe ijazat do. Main tumhe wo pyar de sakta hoon jo tumhe kabhi nahi mila. Main tumhe kabhi akela nahi chhodunga. Tum meri ho jao… chupke-chupke… sirf hum dono ki duniya mein.”
Mummy abhi bhi Ali ki chhaati se chipki hui thi. Ali ki mazboot baahen unki kamar ko kas kar pakde hue thi. Kamre mein sirf table lamp ki halki roshni thi. Mummy ki saansein tez ho rahi thi aur Ali ka haath dheere-dheere unki peeth par upar-neeche fisal raha tha.
Ali ne dheere se Mummy ka chehra upar uthaya. Unki aankhen band thi. Ali ne bahut dheere se unke hothon ki taraf apna muh badhaya.
Jaise hi Ali ke garm hoth Mummy ke hothon ko chhoone wale the, Mummy ki aankhen achanak khul gayi.
Ek pal ke liye sab kuch ruk gaya.
Mummy ko jaise hosh aaya. Unka poora sharir sihar utha.
“Ye…. main…. kya kar rahi thi…?”
Unki awaaz kaanp rahi thi. Aankhon mein sharm, dar aur apradhbodh ka mishran tha.
“Nahi…. nahi…. Ali…. chhodo mujhe!”
Mummy ne achanak zor se khud ko Ali se alag karne ki koshish ki. Lekin Ali ki pakad abhi bhi mazboot thi. Mummy ne ghabrahat mein apna dahina haath uthaya aur Ali ke baaye gaal par jordaar thappad maar diya.
“Patak!”
Ali ka sir ek taraf jhatke se ghoom gaya. Uske gaal par paanch ungaliyon ke nishaan turant laal hokar ubhar aaye.
Mummy tezi se peeche hat gayi. Unki saansein bahut tez ho gayi thi. Saadi ka pallu kandhe se sarak gaya tha. Wo bistar se uthkar deewar se sat gayi aur kaanpti hui awaaz mein boli,
“Ali… ye galat hai… bahut galat! Main tumhari di jaisi hoon… main shaadishuda aurat hoon… tum mere naukar ho… main… main kya kar rahi thi… bhagwan… mujhe maaf kar do…”
Ali ne gaal par haath rakha. Thappad kaafi zor ka tha, lekin uske chehre par narazgi nahi thi. Balki ek halki, samajhdar muskaan thi. Wo dheere se utha aur Mummy ki taraf ek kadam badhaya, lekin bahut dheere.
“Di… gussa mat karo. Maine kuch galat nahi kiya. Tum udaas thi… main bas tumhe comfort de raha tha. Agar tum nahi chahti to main kabhi nahi chhoonga.”
Mummy ki aankhon se aansu bahne lage. Wo dono haathon se apna chehra chhipaakar rone lagi.
“Nahi Ali… ye sab galat hai. Main patni hoon… Rohan ki maa hoon… aur tum… tum mere naukar ho. Maine aaj jo kiya… wo kabhi nahi hona chahiye tha. Please… ab jao yahan se.”
Ali ne phir bhi shaant swar mein kaha,
“Di, main jaanta hoon tum kya soch rahi ho. Lekin dil ki baat dil hi jaanta hai. Tum akeli ho… tumhe pyar chahiye… main tumhe wo pyar de sakta hoon jo tumhe kabhi nahi mila. Lekin agar tum nahi chahti to main aaj ke baad kabhi tumhare paas nahi aaunga. Bas ek baar saaf-saaf kah do.”
Mummy ne aansu ponchte hue kaanpti awaaz mein kaha,
“Ali… please… abhi jao. Main bahut confused hoon.”
Ali ne sir jhukaya. Wo dheere se darwaze ki taraf muda, lekin jaate-jaate ek baar phir mudkar bola,
“Di… main tumhara intezaar karunga. Jab bhi man kare… jab bhi akelapan sataaye… mujhe bula lena. Main hamesha tumhare liye hoon.”
Ali kamre se bahar nikl gaya aur darwaza dheere se band kar diya.
Mummy deewar se satkar farsh par baith gayi. Unhone ghutnon mein chehra chhipa liya aur phafak-phafak kar rone lagi.
“Main kya kar rahi thi… main paagal ho gayi hoon kya…? Ali… wo mera naukar hai… aur main… main uske itne kareeb…”
Unke man mein Ali ki garm baahen, uski chhaati ki dhadkan, aur uske hothon ki garmi baar-baar ghoom rahi thi. Lekin saath hi apradhbodh bhi unhe khaaye ja raha tha.
Main bahar darwaze ke paas khada poora scene dekh chuka tha. Mummy ka thappad, unka rona, Ali ki shaant lekin chaalak muskaan — sab kuch.
Mummy us raat bahut der tak roti rahi. Neend unhe bahut baad mein aayi.
Ali apne kamre mein letkar muskura raha tha. Uske gaal par abhi bhi laal nishaan tha, lekin wo fusfusaa raha tha,
“Ro rahi hai randi… lekin ab zyada din nahi roegi… jaldi hi khud aayegi mere paas…”
Kuch din beet gaye the. Main ab college jaane laga tha, isliye din bhar ghar par nahi rehta tha. Lekin jab bhi ghar aata, mujhe saaf dikhta tha ki Mummy aur Papa ke beech chidchidapan bahut badh gaya tha.
Papa ab har phone par sirf 1-2 minute baat karte aur kaat dete. Mummy ki shikayatein sunte hi gussa ho jaate. Mummy ko ab wo pyar aur dhyan bilkul nahi mil raha tha jo Ali ne un kuch palon mein unhe diya tha. Ghar mein anban saaf hone lagi thi. Mummy aksar akeli mein udaas rehti, kabhi-kabhi ro bhi leti.
Unki chut ki aag ab aur tez ho gayi thi. Raat mein wo karwatein badalti rehti. Uski garm baahen, aur us raat ka sparsh baar-baar unke man mein ghoomta. Lekin us din ke baad Mummy ne Ali se bahut kam baat karna shuru kar diya tha. Unhe lagta tha ki unhone us raat zyada react kar diya. “Main bhi to thi us din… phir Ali ko chaanta kyun maara?” Ye sawal unhe pareshan karta rehta.
Ab wo Ali se sirf kaam ki baat karti — “Ali, bagiche mein paani de do”, “Gaadi saaf kar do”, “Saaman rakh do”. Ali bhi ab pehle jaisa khulkar nahi bolta tha. Wo sirf “Ji memsahab” kehkar kaam karta aur shaam ko apne kamre mein Mummy ke naam ki muth maarta.
Ek din maine use bathroom mein Mummy ki istemaal ki hui panty soonghte aur usse muth maarte hue bhi dekh liya tha. Ali aankhen band karke fusfusaa raha tha — “Memsahab… tumhari chut ki khushbu… aahhh… main tumhe chodunga…”
Mummy ab khud ko bahut control mein rakh rahi thi, lekin andar se jal rahi thi.
“Ali, aaj bazaar chalna hai. Bahut saara saaman lena hai. Tum mere saath chalogey.”
Ali ne sir hilaya, “Ji memsahab.”
Dono auto lekar bazaar gaye. Saaman kharidte waqt Mummy thodi anmanni thi. Ali chupchaap unke peeche-peeche chal raha tha, bag utha raha tha.
Jab wo ek kapde ki dukaan se guzar rahe the, tabhi achanak Mummy ka pair fisal gaya. Saamne se truck aa raha tha. Unhone balance kho diya aur girne lagi. Ali ne turant aage badhkar unhe apni baahon mein pakad liya. Mummy ka poora sharir Ali se sat gaya. Unki bhari chhaati Ali ki chhaati se dab gayi. Truck horn marta hua nikal gaya. Mummy ki halat ekdam patli ho gayi thi.
Is baar Mummy ne khud ko turant alag nahi kiya. Kuch second dono usi halat mein rahe. Ali ne bahut dheere se kaha,
“Memsahab… theek ho? Gir jaati to bahut chot lag jaati.” Agar… kuchh…
Mummy ne Ali ki aankhon mein dekha. Unki saans tez ho gayi thi. Ali ki mazboot baahen phir se unki kamar par thi. Mummy ko us raat wali garmahat yaad aa gayi.
Wo dheere se boli, “Haan… theek hoon.”
Lekin is baar unhone Ali ki baahon se turant nahi nikla. Ali ne bhi unhe chhoda nahi. Wo bahut pyar se bola,
“Memsahab… aap pichhle kai dinon se mujhse baat nahi kar rahi hain. Kya maine kuch galat kar diya? Agar us raat ki wajah se naraz ho to maaf kar do. Main bas aapki khushi chahta hoon.”
Mummy ki aankhen nam ho gayi. Bazaar ki bheed mein dono ek-doosre se sate khade the. Mummy ne dheere se kaha,
“Ali… main khud ko bahut dosh de rahi thi. Us din maine tumhe chaanta maara… lekin sach to ye hai ki… main bhi… main bhi us pal mein kho gayi thi. Mujhe dar lag raha tha.”
Ali ne Mummy ki kamar par haath thoda aur sehlaya aur fusfusakar kaha,
“Memsahab… di… tum daro mat. Main tumhe kabhi majboor nahi karunga. Lekin tumhe jo pyar chahiye… wo main de sakta hoon. Tumhare pati to door hain… tum akeli ho… main tumhare paas hoon.”
Mummy ne ab Ali ki chhaati par apna sir halka sa tika diya. Unki awaaz bahut dheemi thi,
“Ali… mujhe bahut akelapan lagta hai. Tumhari baatein… tumhara sparsh… mujhe achha lagta hai. Lekin ye sab galat bhi hai.”
Ali ne Mummy ke kaan ke paas muh le jaakar bahut pyar se kaha,
“Galat aur sahi dil tay karta hai di. Tumhara dil kya keh raha hai? Agar tum kaho to main aaj ke baad kabhi tumhare paas nahi aaunga. Lekin agar tum bhi chahti ho… to bas ek baar ishaara kar do.”
Mummy ne kuch second chup rehkar Ali ki aankhon mein dekha. Phir unhone bahut dheere se apna sir hila diya — haan mein.
Ali ki aankhon mein chamak aa gayi. Usne Mummy ko aur kas kar apni baahon mein liya aur fusfusaya,
“Dhanayavaad di… main tumhe kabhi dukh nahi dunga. Tum ab akeli nahi ho.”
Mummy sharma gayi, lekin is baar unhone khud ko Ali se alag nahi kiya. Dono kuch der aur usi halat mein khade rahe. Bheed mein koi unhe dhyan se nahi dekh raha tha.
Saaman kharidkar jab dono ghar lautey, to Mummy ka mood poori tarah badal gaya tha. Wo ab Ali se nazren mila rahi thi, sharmati muskaan de rahi thi.
Ghar pahunchkar Ali ne saaman rakhte hue Mummy se kaha,
“Memsahab… aaj raat agar man udaas ho to… mujhe bula lena. Main aa jaunga.”
Mummy ne sharmakar “Hatt gadha kahi ka” kaha.
Main college se lautkar sab kuch dekh aur sun chuka tha. Mummy ab Ali ke prati pyar jaisa kuch mehsoos karne lagi thi — dar, sharm aur aakarshan ka mila-jula ehsaas.
Main college se lautkar thaka hua tha, lekin neend nahi aa rahi thi. Main apne kamre mein leta hua tha jab bahar halki-halki awaazein sunai di. Main chupchaap utha aur darwaze ki darar se jhaankne laga.
Ali ka kamra aadha khula tha. Andar table lamp ki halki peeli roshni thi. Mummy bistar par baithi thi. Unki halki gulabi saadi pehne hue thi, jo unke ghutnon tak thi. Baal khule hue the, chehra thoda laal. Wo baar-baar apni ungaliyan nichod rahi thi — saaf jhijhak aur hichkichahat unke chehre par thi.
Ali unke bilkul paas bistar par baitha hua tha. Uski aankhon mein bhookh saaf dikh rahi thi.
Mummy ne bahut dheemi, kaanpti hui awaaz mein kaha,
“Ali… main… main nahi samajh pa rahi hoon… ye sab kya ho raha hai… main shaadishuda hoon… lekin… lekin tumhare paas aane par… mujhe ajeeb sa lagta hai…”
Unki awaaz mein sharm thi, lekin aankhon mein tadap bhi thi. Wo bolte-bolte apni saadi ka pallu baar-baar theek kar rahi thi, jaise khud ko chhipana chahti hon, lekin sharir nahi maan raha ho.
Ali ne dheere se Mummy ka haath pakad liya aur apni mutthi mein le liya. Uske man mein chal raha tha — “Saali ab pighal rahi hai… chut mein aag lag rahi hogi… aaj to ise chodne ka mauka mil sakta hai… bas thoda aur pyar jataaun…”
Ali bahut pyar bhare swar mein bola,
“Di… tum itna mat socho. Tumhara dil jo keh raha hai, wo galat nahi ho sakta. Tum akeli ho… tumhe pyar chahiye… main tumhe wo pyar dena chahta hoon jo tumhe kabhi nahi mila.”
Mummy ne aankhen neeche kar li. Unke gaal aur bhi laal ho gaye. Wo hichkichaate hue boli,
“Lekin… Ali… agar koi dekh lega… agar Rohan ko pata chal gaya to… main… main kya jawab dungi…?”
Unki saansein ab tez ho rahi thi. Nighty ke andar unki bhari chhaati upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Nipples sakht hokar nighty par chhote teele bana rahe the. Wo baar-baar taangein ragad rahi thi — andar se unki chut mein garmi badh rahi thi, lekin wo khud ko rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Ali ne Mummy ki ek lat ko kaan ke peeche kiya aur bahut kareeb aakar fusfusaya,
“Koi nahi dekh lega di… ye sirf hamara raaz hai. Tumhari ye naazuk ungaliyan… ye gori gardan… ye bhari-bhari mommiyaan… sab mujhe paagal kar dete hain. Main roz raat ko tumhare baare mein sochkar muth maarta hoon… lekin ab asli tumhe chahta hoon.”
Mummy ka chehra aur laal ho gaya. Unhone sharm se aankhen band kar li, lekin sharir Ali ki taraf jhuk raha tha. Wo kaanpti hui boli,
“Ali… tum aisi gandi baatein mat karo… mujhe sharm aa rahi hai… lekin… lekin mujhe bhi… achha lag raha hai… main khud ko rok nahi pa rahi…”
Ali ke man mein gande khayal ghoom rahe the — “Saali ki chut ab pasine se tar hogi… saadi ke andar panty geeli ho gayi hogi… aaj ise chodkar faad dunga… mere mote lund se iski chut ka bhog lagaaunga…”
Ali ne Mummy ki kamar par haath rakh diya aur unhe dheere se apni taraf kheencha liya. Mummy ab unki god mein aa gayi. Ali ne unki peeth par haath pherte hue kaha,
“Di… bas ek baar mujhe chhoone do… tumhe achha lagega. Main tumhe kabhi dukh nahi dunga.”
Mummy ne Ali ki chhaati par sir rakh diya. Unki awaaz ab sirf fusfusaahat thi,
“Ali… dheere… bahut dheere… main dar rahi hoon… lekin… mujhe bhi tumhari baahon mein achha lag raha hai…”
Ali ne Mummy ki kamar ko aur kas kar pakad liya. Uska ek haath dheere se Mummy ki jangh par sarakne laga. Mummy ne hichkichaate hue haath pakad liya, lekin poori tarah nahi roka. Unki aankhen band thi, hoth kaanp rahe the, saansein garm aur tez ho rahi thi.
Mummy nazar Ali ke khade hote hue lund pe ja rahi thi jo tan kar khada ho gaya tha.
Mummy man mein — “Ye kya itna bada… ye mere andar gaya to kahin main mar hi na jaaun… Rohan ke papa ka to isse aadha bhi mushkil se hoga…”
Main darwaze ki darar se poora scene dekh raha tha. Mummy ki sharm, unki jhijhak, unki tadap — sab saaf dikh raha tha. Ali ki aankhon mein chhupi hui bhookh bhi mujhe nazar aa rahi thi.
Mummy ab Ali ke ek dam paas mein baithi hui thi. Ali ne dheere se unke mathe par kiss kiya. Mummy ne sihar kar aankhen band kar li, lekin khud ko peeche nahi hataya.
“Ali… bas… aaj itna hi… main aur nahi sah pa rahi…” Mummy ne kaanpti awaaz mein kaha, aur kamre se nikal gayi.
Ali muskuraaya aur man mein socha — “Aaj nahi… lekin jaldi hi teri chut mere lund par chadhegi randi… intezaar kar…”
Mummy ki saansein abhi bhi tez thi aur unke chehre par sharm, tadap aur nai uttejna ka mila-jula bhaav tha.
Raat ke 12:40 baje the.
Mummy apne kamre mein bistar par leti hui thi, lekin neend unhe bilkul nahi aa rahi thi. Ali ke saath hui wo aakhiri mulaqaat, uski garm baahen, uski chhaati ki dhadkan aur uske shabd baar-baar unke dimaag mein ghoom rahe the. Unki chut mein ab aag lag rahi thi. Wo karwat badal-badal kar thak gayi, lekin aag bujh nahi rahi thi.
Aakhirkaar wo uthi. Kamre ka darwaza andar se band kiya aur seedhe bathroom mein chali gayi. Bathroom ka darwaza bhi band karke unhone nighty upar kar di aur panty neeche utaar di. Poori tarah nangi hokar wo deewar se satkar khadi ho gayi.
Mummy ki halat ab bahut ghinauni aur gandi ho chuki thi.
Unhone apni janghen faila li. Unki gori, bhari hui chut pehle se hi geeli thi — pasine aur chut ke ras se tar. Unhone apni dahini haath ki teen ungaliyan seedhe chut ki faank par rakhi aur zor se ragadna shuru kar diya.
“Aahhh… uffffff… haan… Ali… tere mote lund ki yaad aa rahi hai…”
Wo fusfusaa rahi thi, awaaz bahut gandi aur bhookhi thi. Ungaliyan ab tezi se chut ke upar-neeche sarak rahi thi. Chut ki faank poori tarah khul gayi thi. Andar se chikna, safed ras nikal raha tha jo unki janghon par bah raha tha.
Mummy ne baayi haath se apni bhari-bhari mommi ko zor se dabaya. Nipple ko ungaliyon mein pakadkar kheencha aur masalne lagi.
“Saali… kitni pyaasi ho gayi hoon main… Ali ka wo daanav lund… 10 inch ka kaala mota lund… meri chut faad dega… haan… faad do meri chut ko… aahhhh…”
Unki ungaliyan ab chut ke andar ghusne lagi. Pehle do, phir teen ungaliyan zor-zor se andar-bahar karne lagi. “Chup… chup… chup…” ki ghinauni awaaz bathroom mein goonj rahi thi. Chut se jhaag jaisa safed ras nikal raha tha jo farsh par tapak raha tha.
Mummy ki taangein kaanp rahi thi. Unhone ek taang ko bathroom ki deewar par tika diya taaki chut aur achhe se khul jaaye. Ab wo chaar ungaliyan andar daalkar tez-tez andar-bahar kar rahi thi. Unki bhari mommiyaan zor-zor se hil rahi thi.
“Ali… tere lund se meri chut thok… faad daal meri gaand… haan… mujhe randi bana de… teri randi… aahhhh… bahut zor se chod mujhe… meri chut mein apna mota lund ghused de…”
Wo ab poori tarah gandi aur bhookhi ho chuki thi. Muh se laar tapak rahi thi. Aankhen band, chehra laal aur vikrit. Unhone apni chut ki faank ko do haathon se kheenchkar poori tarah khol diya aur beech ki ungli ko gehraai tak ghusakar tezi se hilane lagi.
“Haan… aur tez… meri chut fat jaaye… Ali… tera mota lund meri chut mein… tere veerya se bhar do meri chut… aahhhh… aa raha hai… aa raha hai…”
Mummy ka poora sharir achanak sakht ho gaya. Unki taangein kaanpne lagi. Chut se zor ka fawwara nikla — garm, chipchipa ras farsh par bikhar gaya. Wo deewar se satkar zor-zor se haanf rahi thi. Lekin ek baar mein santusht nahi hui.
Wo farsh par baith gayi, taangein chaudi karke phir se ungaliyan chut mein daalne lagi. Is baar wo aur bhi ghinauni ho gayi.
“Ali… tu mujhe chod… meri gaand mein bhi daal… dono taraf se thok… mujhe randi bana de… haan… main teri saali randi hoon… chut maar… gaand maar… muh mein bhi de…”
Doosri baar bhi wo zor se jhad gayi. Chut se aur zyada ras nikla. Unka poora sharir pasine se tar tha. Saansein haanf rahi thi. Lekin chehra abhi bhi bhookha tha.
Wo uthi, sheeshe ke saamne khadi hui aur khud ko dekhne lagi — nangi, chut se ras tapakta hua, mommiyaan laal, nipples sakht. Unhone khud se kaha,
“Main kitni gandi ho gayi hoon… lekin… Ali… mujhe ab uska lund chahiye… bina uske main nahi reh paungi…”
Mummy bathroom mein kaafi der tak khadi rahi. Unke sharir se abhi bhi ras tapak raha tha.
Mummy ab poori tarah Ali ke liye tadap rahi thi — aur wo tadap bahut gandi aur bhookhi thi.
Aaj k liye itna hi
Subah hui. Papa jaldi hi nikal gaye the. Ghar mein ab sirf Mummy, main aur Ali the.
Mummy raat bhar theek se nahi so paayi thi. Ali ka wo vishaal lund unki aankhon ke saamne ghoomta raha tha. Wo thodi udaas aur chidchidhi thi. Subah nashte ke baad unhone Ali ko awaaz lagayi.
“Ali, aaj ghar ke saare kaam jaldi nipata do. Bagiche mein paani dena, gaadi saaf karni hai, aur store room ka bacha kaam bhi poora kar dena.”
Ali muskuraate hue aaya,
“Ji memsahab… main sab kar loonga.”
Lekin Mummy ka mood kharab tha. Raat ka gussa ab Ali par nikalne laga. Wo teekhe swar mein boli,
“Kal raat tumne kaafi der tak awaazein nikaali. Poora ghar sun raha tha. Kya kar rahe the itni raat ko? Sharam nahi aati? Agar aise hi shor machaate rahoge to tumhe rakhna mushkil ho jayega.”
Ali ne sir jhukaya, lekin uski aankhon mein chamak thi. Wo dheere se bola,
“Maaf kijiye memsahab… raat ko neend nahi aa rahi thi. Main akela hoon na… kabhi-kabhi man udaas ho jaata hai. Aap bhi to raat ko chhat par kaafi der khadi thi. Shayad aap bhi kuch pareshan thi.”
Mummy chaunk gayi. Unhone Ali ko gusse se dekha, lekin phir unki aankhen naram pad gayi. Raat ka dard abhi bhi taaza tha. Wo dheere se boli,
“Haan… main pareshan thi. Pati sahab aaye, lekin mujhe samay nahi diya. Hamesha yahi bahana — kal subah nikalna hai, meeting hai… main din bhar akeli rehti hoon, kaam karti hoon, lekin koi meri parwah nahi karta.”
Ali ne turant mauka pakda. Wo Mummy ke paas thoda aur kareeb aa gaya aur bahut pyar bhare swar mein bola,
“Memsahab, main samajhta hoon. Aap bahut achhi aurat ho. Itna sab sambhalti ho, phir bhi muskuraati rehti ho. Aap akeli nahi ho. Main hoon na… aap mujhe apna dost samjho. Jo bhi dukh ho, jo bhi baat ho, mujhe bata do. Main sununga. Main aapki madad karunga.”
Mummy ne Ali ki aankhon mein dekha. Uski baaton mein sacchai aur pyar lag raha tha. Unhone halke se saans li aur boli,
“Tum sach mein achhe ho Ali. Pehle mujhe dar lagta tha, lekin ab lagta hai tum samajhte ho mujhe.”
Ali ne muskuraate hue kaha,
“Memsahab, aapki muskaan dekhkar mera din ban jaata hai. Aap udaas mat raho. Main hoon na aapke saath.”
Iske baad dono ki dosti aur mazboot ho gayi. Ali ab pehle se zyada khulkar baat karne laga. Mummy bhi usse chhoti-chhoti baatein share karne lagi. Ali har kaam mein madad karta, kabhi hansata, kabhi tareef karta — lekin sab bahut samman aur dosti ke andaaz mein.
Do-teen din baad ek shaam Ali bola,
“Memsahab, kal ravivaar hai. Agar aap aur Rohan chahein to hum sab kahin ghoomne chal sakte hain. Paas mein Green Park garden hai, hara-bhara ilaaka hai. Thoda man badal jayega.”
Mummy ne socha aur maan gayi. Main bhi taiyar ho gaya.
Agale din subah hum teeno garden ki taraf nikle. Garden hara-bhara tha, hawa achhi chal rahi thi. Hum paidal ghoom rahe the. Mummy saadi mein thi, Ali saaf kapdon mein.
Ghoomte-ghoomte Ali ne baat shuru ki,
“Memsahab, main soch raha tha… agar kabhi kisi aur kaam wale ki zaroorat pade, to main ek achha aadmi jaanta hoon. Uska naam Lallan hai. Wo mehnati hai, ghar ka kaam achha jaanta hai — paint ka kaam jaanta hai. Agar aap chahein to use bhi kaam par rakh sakte hain.”
Mummy ne poochha,
“Apne hi bola tha na ghar mein paint karana hai.”
“Lallan? Wo kaisa hai? Tumhara dost hai kya?”
Ali ne hanste hue kaha,
“Haan, purana dost hai. Gareeb hai, lekin imandaar hai. Kabhi chori-chakari nahi ki. Agar aap kahen to main use bula loon. Wo ghar ke paint ka kaam sambhal lega, aapko zyada mehnat nahi karni padegi.” Paise bhi kam lega.
Main chupchaap sun raha tha. Mujhe yaad tha ki Lallan wahi ganda bhikhari tha jis se Ali baat kar raha tha. Lekin maine kuch nahi kaha.
Mummy ne sochte hue kaha,
“Dekhte hain… abhi to ek tum ho. Agar zaroorat padi to batana.”
Ali ne sir hilaya,
“Ji memsahab. Lekin Lallan sach mein achha kaam karega. Aapki madad ho jayegi.”
Hum park mein ghoomte rahe. Ali Mummy ke saath chal raha tha, chhoti-chhoti baatein kar raha tha, hansa raha tha. Mummy bhi ab zyada khulkar hans rahi thi. Unki dosti aur gehri hoti ja rahi thi.
Ali ke man mein chal raha tha — “Lallan ko bhi andar le aaunga… phir dono milkar is randi ko maza denge.”
Main sab dekh raha tha, lekin chup tha.
Subah se shaam tak Ali Mummy ke bahut kareeb aane laga tha. Ab wo Mummy ko “memsahab” ke saath-saath kabhi-kabhi “di” bhi kehne laga tha, aur Mummy bhi use rok nahi rahi thi.
Ek din dopahar ko achanak mausam kharab ho gaya. Kaale baadal chha gaye aur tez baarish shuru ho gayi. Bagiche mein rakhi Mummy ki kuch zaruri cheezein — sookhne ke liye daali gayi purani kitaabein, kuch kapde aur paudhon ke gamle — bahar pade the. Baarish mein sab bheegne wala tha.
Mummy ghabra gayi aur daudkar bahar aayi.
“Arre! Ye sab bheeg jayega… Ali! Ali kahan hai?”
Ali apne kamre mein tha. Mummy ki awaaz sunkar wo bhaagta hua bahar aaya. Bina kuch soche wo seedhe baarish mein kood pada.
“Memsahab, aap andar raho! Main sab samet leta hoon!”
Baarish bahut tez thi. Ali ne pehle gamlon ko uthaya, phir kitaabon ka pulinda aur aakhir mein kapdon ki tokri. Paani uski poori shirt bheeg chuki thi, sharir chipak gaya tha. Mummy bhi thodi der bahar aayi aur madad karne lagi.
Ek bhari gamla uthate waqt Ali ka pair fisal gaya. Wo girte-girte bacha, lekin gamla uske haath se chhoot gaya aur Mummy ke pair ki taraf girne laga. Ali ne turant jhatke se Mummy ko apni taraf kheencha liya.
Mummy ka poora sharir Ali se takra gaya. Ali ne dono haathon se Mummy ki kamar ko mazbooti se pakad liya taaki wo gir na jaayein. Baarish mein dono bheeg rahe the. Mummy ki saadi bhi poori tarah bheeg gayi thi aur sharir se chipak gayi thi — unki bhari chhaati, kamar aur kulhe saaf ubhar rahe the.
Ali ne Mummy ko sambhalte hue dheere se kaha,
“Memsahab… gir jaati to chot lag jaati. Maine aapko pakad liya… daro mat.”
Mummy ki saans tez ho gayi thi. Wo Ali ki chhaati se sati hui thi. Ali ki mazboot baahen unki kamar par thi. Baarish ki boondein dono ke chehre par gir rahi thi. Mummy ne upar dekha. Ali ki aankhon mein sirf chinta aur dekhbhaal thi — koi gandi nazar nahi.
Mummy dheere se boli,
“Thank you Ali… tumne mujhe bacha liya.”
Ali ne abhi bhi kamar nahi chhodi. Wo bahut pyar aur samman se bola,
“Memsahab, aap meri di jaisi ho. Aapki izzat mere liye bahut badi hai. Main kabhi aapko girne nahi dunga. Chahe jaan chali jaaye, lekin aapki safety pehle.”
Mummy ki aankhen nam ho gayi. Raat wale gusse aur akelapan ke baad aaj pehli baar kisi ne unhe itni taakat se sambhala tha. Unhone Ali ki chhaati par haath rakha aur dheere se kaha,
“Tum sach mein achhe ho Ali. Aaj mujhe yaqeen ho gaya ki tum mere dost ho. Main tum par bharosa kar sakti hoon.”
Ali ne muskuraate hue Mummy ko dheere se alag kiya (lekin bahut dheere) aur bola,
“Aap andar jao memsahab. Main baaki saaman samet leta hoon. Aap bheeg gayi ho, naha lo warna sardi lag jayegi.”
Mummy andar chali gayi. Lekin jaate-jaate unhone peeche mudkar Ali ko dekha. Ali baarish mein khada sab saaman samet raha tha — bina shikayat kiye.
Andar jaakar Mummy ne bheegi saadi utaari. Nahate waqt bhi unka man Ali ki un mazboot baahon aur uski chinta bhari baaton par hi atka hua tha. Wo khud se boli,
“Pehle mujhe dar lagta tha… lekin aaj pata chala ki ye ladka sach mein nek hai. Meri parwah karta hai.”
Baarish rukne ke baad Ali andar aaya. Uske kapde abhi bhi bhege hue the. Mummy ne tauliya dete hue kaha,
“Ali, ye lo… khud ko ponchh lo. Aur haan… aaj ke liye thank you. Tumne meri bahut madad ki.”
Ali ne tauliya lete hue bahut soft swar mein kaha,
“Memsahab, aapki khushi ke liye main kuch bhi kar sakta hoon. Aap bas udaas mat rehna. Jab bhi man bhari ho, mujhe bata dena. Main aapka dost hoon… hamesha.”
Mummy ne muskuraakar sir hilaya. Unki aankhon mein ab Ali ke prati ek naya vishwas aur nazdeeki saaf dikh rahi thi.
Us din ke baad Mummy Ali se aur khulkar baat karne lagi. Chhoti-chhoti pareshaniyaan bhi share karne lagi. Ali har baat sunta, salah deta aur kabhi-kabhi hansakar Mummy ka mood achha kar deta.
Dosti ab aur mazboot ho chuki thi.
Dono ke beech baatein ab sirf kaam ki nahi reh gayi thi — chhoti-chhoti vyaktigat baatein bhi hone lagi thi.
Ek shaam ka waqya tha.
Papa ka phone aaya. Unhone bataya ki unki posting abhi aur do mahine badh gayi hai. Mummy phone par hi bol padi,
“Do mahine aur? Ji, aapne mujhe bataya tak nahi! Main yahan akeli kaise sambhalun? Rohan ki padhai, ghar ka kaam, bagicha… sab mere sir par hai.”
Papa ne ulta gussa dikhaya,
“Tumhe har baat par rona kyun aata hai? Main kamaun ya tumhare saath baithkar roon? Tumhare paas naukar hai na, wo sab sambhal lega. Main vyast hoon.”
Phone kat gaya.
Mummy ka chehra laal ho gaya. Aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Unhone phone ko sofa par patak diya aur rasoi ki taraf jaane lagi. Lekin beech mein ruk gayi aur Ali ko awaaz lagayi,
“Ali… idhar aana jara.”
Ali turant aaya. Usne Mummy ka udaas chehra dekha aur poochha,
“Di, kya hua? Phir papa ji ka phone tha kya?”
Mummy ne aansu ponchte hue kaha,
“Haan… wo do mahine aur nahi aayenge. Mujhe akela chhodkar chale gaye. Hamesha yahi bahana — kaam, meeting, train… mujhe lagta hai wo mujhe pyar hi nahi karte. Main din bhar akeli rehti hoon… raat ko bhi akeli.”
Ali ne paas aakar bahut dheere aur pyar se kaha,
“Di… ro mat. Main dekh raha hoon na tumhe. Tum itni achhi ho, itna sab sambhalti ho, phir bhi wo tumhari kadar nahi karte. Tum akeli nahi ho. Main hoon na tumhare saath.”
Mummy ne Ali ki taraf dekha. Unki aankhen nam thi. Ali ne aage badhkar Mummy ka haath apne haath mein le liya aur halke se dabaya.
“Di, tumhari ungaliyan kitni thandi ho gayi hain. Man udaas hone par aise mat baitho. Main tumhe hansane ki koshish karunga. Tumhe achha lagega.”
Mummy ne haath nahi chhudaya. Wo dheere se boli,
“Ali… tum sach mein achhe ho. Tumhe dekhkar lagta hai ki koi to hai jo meri parwah karta hai.”
Ali ne Mummy ki aankhon mein gehri nazar daali aur dheere se bola,
“Di… main sirf parwah nahi karta… main tumhe bahut… bahut maanta hoon. Tumhari muskaan dekhkar mera dil achha ho jaata hai. Tum itni sundar ho ki koi bhi tumhe dekhkar paagal ho sakta hai.”
Mummy ka chehra sharm se laal ho gaya. Unhone haath chhudane ki koshish ki, lekin Ali ne nahi chhoda.
“Ali… aisi baatein mat karo. Main tumhari di jaisi hoon.”
Ali muskuraaya aur dheere se bola,
“Di nahi… tum meri bahut khaas ho. Main tumhe kabhi dukhi nahi dekhna chahta. Agar kabhi man bhari ho, raat ko neend na aaye, to mujhe bata dena. Main tumhare paas baithkar baatein karunga… tumhe achha lagega.”
Mummy ne ab Ali ki taraf dekha. Unki saans thodi tez ho gayi thi. Ali ne dheere se Mummy ke baalon mein haath daala aur ek lat ko kaan ke peeche kiya.
“Di… tumhari khushbu kitni achhi hai. Tumhare paas baithkar mujhe bahut sukoon milta hai.”
Mummy ne sharmate hue kaha,
“Ali… tum bahut paas aa gaye ho.”
Mummy thodi asahaj lag rahi thi.
Ali muskuraaya aur aur thoda kareeb sarak gaya. Ab dono ke beech sirf kuch inch ki doori thi. Usne Mummy ki kamar par haath rakh diya aur dheere se unhe apni taraf kheencha. Mummy ab unki god mein aa gayi. Ali ne apni thodi Mummy ke sir par rakh di aur bahut pyar se bola,
“Di… bas ek baar mujhe ijazat do. Main tumhe wo pyar de sakta hoon jo tumhe kabhi nahi mila. Main tumhe kabhi akela nahi chhodunga. Tum meri ho jao… chupke-chupke… sirf hum dono ki duniya mein.”
Mummy abhi bhi Ali ki chhaati se chipki hui thi. Ali ki mazboot baahen unki kamar ko kas kar pakde hue thi. Kamre mein sirf table lamp ki halki roshni thi. Mummy ki saansein tez ho rahi thi aur Ali ka haath dheere-dheere unki peeth par upar-neeche fisal raha tha.
Ali ne dheere se Mummy ka chehra upar uthaya. Unki aankhen band thi. Ali ne bahut dheere se unke hothon ki taraf apna muh badhaya.
Jaise hi Ali ke garm hoth Mummy ke hothon ko chhoone wale the, Mummy ki aankhen achanak khul gayi.
Ek pal ke liye sab kuch ruk gaya.
Mummy ko jaise hosh aaya. Unka poora sharir sihar utha.
“Ye…. main…. kya kar rahi thi…?”
Unki awaaz kaanp rahi thi. Aankhon mein sharm, dar aur apradhbodh ka mishran tha.
“Nahi…. nahi…. Ali…. chhodo mujhe!”
Mummy ne achanak zor se khud ko Ali se alag karne ki koshish ki. Lekin Ali ki pakad abhi bhi mazboot thi. Mummy ne ghabrahat mein apna dahina haath uthaya aur Ali ke baaye gaal par jordaar thappad maar diya.
“Patak!”
Ali ka sir ek taraf jhatke se ghoom gaya. Uske gaal par paanch ungaliyon ke nishaan turant laal hokar ubhar aaye.
Mummy tezi se peeche hat gayi. Unki saansein bahut tez ho gayi thi. Saadi ka pallu kandhe se sarak gaya tha. Wo bistar se uthkar deewar se sat gayi aur kaanpti hui awaaz mein boli,
“Ali… ye galat hai… bahut galat! Main tumhari di jaisi hoon… main shaadishuda aurat hoon… tum mere naukar ho… main… main kya kar rahi thi… bhagwan… mujhe maaf kar do…”
Ali ne gaal par haath rakha. Thappad kaafi zor ka tha, lekin uske chehre par narazgi nahi thi. Balki ek halki, samajhdar muskaan thi. Wo dheere se utha aur Mummy ki taraf ek kadam badhaya, lekin bahut dheere.
“Di… gussa mat karo. Maine kuch galat nahi kiya. Tum udaas thi… main bas tumhe comfort de raha tha. Agar tum nahi chahti to main kabhi nahi chhoonga.”
Mummy ki aankhon se aansu bahne lage. Wo dono haathon se apna chehra chhipaakar rone lagi.
“Nahi Ali… ye sab galat hai. Main patni hoon… Rohan ki maa hoon… aur tum… tum mere naukar ho. Maine aaj jo kiya… wo kabhi nahi hona chahiye tha. Please… ab jao yahan se.”
Ali ne phir bhi shaant swar mein kaha,
“Di, main jaanta hoon tum kya soch rahi ho. Lekin dil ki baat dil hi jaanta hai. Tum akeli ho… tumhe pyar chahiye… main tumhe wo pyar de sakta hoon jo tumhe kabhi nahi mila. Lekin agar tum nahi chahti to main aaj ke baad kabhi tumhare paas nahi aaunga. Bas ek baar saaf-saaf kah do.”
Mummy ne aansu ponchte hue kaanpti awaaz mein kaha,
“Ali… please… abhi jao. Main bahut confused hoon.”
Ali ne sir jhukaya. Wo dheere se darwaze ki taraf muda, lekin jaate-jaate ek baar phir mudkar bola,
“Di… main tumhara intezaar karunga. Jab bhi man kare… jab bhi akelapan sataaye… mujhe bula lena. Main hamesha tumhare liye hoon.”
Ali kamre se bahar nikl gaya aur darwaza dheere se band kar diya.
Mummy deewar se satkar farsh par baith gayi. Unhone ghutnon mein chehra chhipa liya aur phafak-phafak kar rone lagi.
“Main kya kar rahi thi… main paagal ho gayi hoon kya…? Ali… wo mera naukar hai… aur main… main uske itne kareeb…”
Unke man mein Ali ki garm baahen, uski chhaati ki dhadkan, aur uske hothon ki garmi baar-baar ghoom rahi thi. Lekin saath hi apradhbodh bhi unhe khaaye ja raha tha.
Main bahar darwaze ke paas khada poora scene dekh chuka tha. Mummy ka thappad, unka rona, Ali ki shaant lekin chaalak muskaan — sab kuch.
Mummy us raat bahut der tak roti rahi. Neend unhe bahut baad mein aayi.
Ali apne kamre mein letkar muskura raha tha. Uske gaal par abhi bhi laal nishaan tha, lekin wo fusfusaa raha tha,
“Ro rahi hai randi… lekin ab zyada din nahi roegi… jaldi hi khud aayegi mere paas…”
Kuch din beet gaye the. Main ab college jaane laga tha, isliye din bhar ghar par nahi rehta tha. Lekin jab bhi ghar aata, mujhe saaf dikhta tha ki Mummy aur Papa ke beech chidchidapan bahut badh gaya tha.
Papa ab har phone par sirf 1-2 minute baat karte aur kaat dete. Mummy ki shikayatein sunte hi gussa ho jaate. Mummy ko ab wo pyar aur dhyan bilkul nahi mil raha tha jo Ali ne un kuch palon mein unhe diya tha. Ghar mein anban saaf hone lagi thi. Mummy aksar akeli mein udaas rehti, kabhi-kabhi ro bhi leti.
Unki chut ki aag ab aur tez ho gayi thi. Raat mein wo karwatein badalti rehti. Uski garm baahen, aur us raat ka sparsh baar-baar unke man mein ghoomta. Lekin us din ke baad Mummy ne Ali se bahut kam baat karna shuru kar diya tha. Unhe lagta tha ki unhone us raat zyada react kar diya. “Main bhi to thi us din… phir Ali ko chaanta kyun maara?” Ye sawal unhe pareshan karta rehta.
Ab wo Ali se sirf kaam ki baat karti — “Ali, bagiche mein paani de do”, “Gaadi saaf kar do”, “Saaman rakh do”. Ali bhi ab pehle jaisa khulkar nahi bolta tha. Wo sirf “Ji memsahab” kehkar kaam karta aur shaam ko apne kamre mein Mummy ke naam ki muth maarta.
Ek din maine use bathroom mein Mummy ki istemaal ki hui panty soonghte aur usse muth maarte hue bhi dekh liya tha. Ali aankhen band karke fusfusaa raha tha — “Memsahab… tumhari chut ki khushbu… aahhh… main tumhe chodunga…”
Mummy ab khud ko bahut control mein rakh rahi thi, lekin andar se jal rahi thi.
“Ali, aaj bazaar chalna hai. Bahut saara saaman lena hai. Tum mere saath chalogey.”
Ali ne sir hilaya, “Ji memsahab.”
Dono auto lekar bazaar gaye. Saaman kharidte waqt Mummy thodi anmanni thi. Ali chupchaap unke peeche-peeche chal raha tha, bag utha raha tha.
Jab wo ek kapde ki dukaan se guzar rahe the, tabhi achanak Mummy ka pair fisal gaya. Saamne se truck aa raha tha. Unhone balance kho diya aur girne lagi. Ali ne turant aage badhkar unhe apni baahon mein pakad liya. Mummy ka poora sharir Ali se sat gaya. Unki bhari chhaati Ali ki chhaati se dab gayi. Truck horn marta hua nikal gaya. Mummy ki halat ekdam patli ho gayi thi.
Is baar Mummy ne khud ko turant alag nahi kiya. Kuch second dono usi halat mein rahe. Ali ne bahut dheere se kaha,
“Memsahab… theek ho? Gir jaati to bahut chot lag jaati.” Agar… kuchh…
Mummy ne Ali ki aankhon mein dekha. Unki saans tez ho gayi thi. Ali ki mazboot baahen phir se unki kamar par thi. Mummy ko us raat wali garmahat yaad aa gayi.
Wo dheere se boli, “Haan… theek hoon.”
Lekin is baar unhone Ali ki baahon se turant nahi nikla. Ali ne bhi unhe chhoda nahi. Wo bahut pyar se bola,
“Memsahab… aap pichhle kai dinon se mujhse baat nahi kar rahi hain. Kya maine kuch galat kar diya? Agar us raat ki wajah se naraz ho to maaf kar do. Main bas aapki khushi chahta hoon.”
Mummy ki aankhen nam ho gayi. Bazaar ki bheed mein dono ek-doosre se sate khade the. Mummy ne dheere se kaha,
“Ali… main khud ko bahut dosh de rahi thi. Us din maine tumhe chaanta maara… lekin sach to ye hai ki… main bhi… main bhi us pal mein kho gayi thi. Mujhe dar lag raha tha.”
Ali ne Mummy ki kamar par haath thoda aur sehlaya aur fusfusakar kaha,
“Memsahab… di… tum daro mat. Main tumhe kabhi majboor nahi karunga. Lekin tumhe jo pyar chahiye… wo main de sakta hoon. Tumhare pati to door hain… tum akeli ho… main tumhare paas hoon.”
Mummy ne ab Ali ki chhaati par apna sir halka sa tika diya. Unki awaaz bahut dheemi thi,
“Ali… mujhe bahut akelapan lagta hai. Tumhari baatein… tumhara sparsh… mujhe achha lagta hai. Lekin ye sab galat bhi hai.”
Ali ne Mummy ke kaan ke paas muh le jaakar bahut pyar se kaha,
“Galat aur sahi dil tay karta hai di. Tumhara dil kya keh raha hai? Agar tum kaho to main aaj ke baad kabhi tumhare paas nahi aaunga. Lekin agar tum bhi chahti ho… to bas ek baar ishaara kar do.”
Mummy ne kuch second chup rehkar Ali ki aankhon mein dekha. Phir unhone bahut dheere se apna sir hila diya — haan mein.
Ali ki aankhon mein chamak aa gayi. Usne Mummy ko aur kas kar apni baahon mein liya aur fusfusaya,
“Dhanayavaad di… main tumhe kabhi dukh nahi dunga. Tum ab akeli nahi ho.”
Mummy sharma gayi, lekin is baar unhone khud ko Ali se alag nahi kiya. Dono kuch der aur usi halat mein khade rahe. Bheed mein koi unhe dhyan se nahi dekh raha tha.
Saaman kharidkar jab dono ghar lautey, to Mummy ka mood poori tarah badal gaya tha. Wo ab Ali se nazren mila rahi thi, sharmati muskaan de rahi thi.
Ghar pahunchkar Ali ne saaman rakhte hue Mummy se kaha,
“Memsahab… aaj raat agar man udaas ho to… mujhe bula lena. Main aa jaunga.”
Mummy ne sharmakar “Hatt gadha kahi ka” kaha.
Main college se lautkar sab kuch dekh aur sun chuka tha. Mummy ab Ali ke prati pyar jaisa kuch mehsoos karne lagi thi — dar, sharm aur aakarshan ka mila-jula ehsaas.
Main college se lautkar thaka hua tha, lekin neend nahi aa rahi thi. Main apne kamre mein leta hua tha jab bahar halki-halki awaazein sunai di. Main chupchaap utha aur darwaze ki darar se jhaankne laga.
Ali ka kamra aadha khula tha. Andar table lamp ki halki peeli roshni thi. Mummy bistar par baithi thi. Unki halki gulabi saadi pehne hue thi, jo unke ghutnon tak thi. Baal khule hue the, chehra thoda laal. Wo baar-baar apni ungaliyan nichod rahi thi — saaf jhijhak aur hichkichahat unke chehre par thi.
Ali unke bilkul paas bistar par baitha hua tha. Uski aankhon mein bhookh saaf dikh rahi thi.
Mummy ne bahut dheemi, kaanpti hui awaaz mein kaha,
“Ali… main… main nahi samajh pa rahi hoon… ye sab kya ho raha hai… main shaadishuda hoon… lekin… lekin tumhare paas aane par… mujhe ajeeb sa lagta hai…”
Unki awaaz mein sharm thi, lekin aankhon mein tadap bhi thi. Wo bolte-bolte apni saadi ka pallu baar-baar theek kar rahi thi, jaise khud ko chhipana chahti hon, lekin sharir nahi maan raha ho.
Ali ne dheere se Mummy ka haath pakad liya aur apni mutthi mein le liya. Uske man mein chal raha tha — “Saali ab pighal rahi hai… chut mein aag lag rahi hogi… aaj to ise chodne ka mauka mil sakta hai… bas thoda aur pyar jataaun…”
Ali bahut pyar bhare swar mein bola,
“Di… tum itna mat socho. Tumhara dil jo keh raha hai, wo galat nahi ho sakta. Tum akeli ho… tumhe pyar chahiye… main tumhe wo pyar dena chahta hoon jo tumhe kabhi nahi mila.”
Mummy ne aankhen neeche kar li. Unke gaal aur bhi laal ho gaye. Wo hichkichaate hue boli,
“Lekin… Ali… agar koi dekh lega… agar Rohan ko pata chal gaya to… main… main kya jawab dungi…?”
Unki saansein ab tez ho rahi thi. Nighty ke andar unki bhari chhaati upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Nipples sakht hokar nighty par chhote teele bana rahe the. Wo baar-baar taangein ragad rahi thi — andar se unki chut mein garmi badh rahi thi, lekin wo khud ko rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Ali ne Mummy ki ek lat ko kaan ke peeche kiya aur bahut kareeb aakar fusfusaya,
“Koi nahi dekh lega di… ye sirf hamara raaz hai. Tumhari ye naazuk ungaliyan… ye gori gardan… ye bhari-bhari mommiyaan… sab mujhe paagal kar dete hain. Main roz raat ko tumhare baare mein sochkar muth maarta hoon… lekin ab asli tumhe chahta hoon.”
Mummy ka chehra aur laal ho gaya. Unhone sharm se aankhen band kar li, lekin sharir Ali ki taraf jhuk raha tha. Wo kaanpti hui boli,
“Ali… tum aisi gandi baatein mat karo… mujhe sharm aa rahi hai… lekin… lekin mujhe bhi… achha lag raha hai… main khud ko rok nahi pa rahi…”
Ali ke man mein gande khayal ghoom rahe the — “Saali ki chut ab pasine se tar hogi… saadi ke andar panty geeli ho gayi hogi… aaj ise chodkar faad dunga… mere mote lund se iski chut ka bhog lagaaunga…”
Ali ne Mummy ki kamar par haath rakh diya aur unhe dheere se apni taraf kheencha liya. Mummy ab unki god mein aa gayi. Ali ne unki peeth par haath pherte hue kaha,
“Di… bas ek baar mujhe chhoone do… tumhe achha lagega. Main tumhe kabhi dukh nahi dunga.”
Mummy ne Ali ki chhaati par sir rakh diya. Unki awaaz ab sirf fusfusaahat thi,
“Ali… dheere… bahut dheere… main dar rahi hoon… lekin… mujhe bhi tumhari baahon mein achha lag raha hai…”
Ali ne Mummy ki kamar ko aur kas kar pakad liya. Uska ek haath dheere se Mummy ki jangh par sarakne laga. Mummy ne hichkichaate hue haath pakad liya, lekin poori tarah nahi roka. Unki aankhen band thi, hoth kaanp rahe the, saansein garm aur tez ho rahi thi.
Mummy nazar Ali ke khade hote hue lund pe ja rahi thi jo tan kar khada ho gaya tha.
Mummy man mein — “Ye kya itna bada… ye mere andar gaya to kahin main mar hi na jaaun… Rohan ke papa ka to isse aadha bhi mushkil se hoga…”
Main darwaze ki darar se poora scene dekh raha tha. Mummy ki sharm, unki jhijhak, unki tadap — sab saaf dikh raha tha. Ali ki aankhon mein chhupi hui bhookh bhi mujhe nazar aa rahi thi.
Mummy ab Ali ke ek dam paas mein baithi hui thi. Ali ne dheere se unke mathe par kiss kiya. Mummy ne sihar kar aankhen band kar li, lekin khud ko peeche nahi hataya.
“Ali… bas… aaj itna hi… main aur nahi sah pa rahi…” Mummy ne kaanpti awaaz mein kaha, aur kamre se nikal gayi.
Ali muskuraaya aur man mein socha — “Aaj nahi… lekin jaldi hi teri chut mere lund par chadhegi randi… intezaar kar…”
Mummy ki saansein abhi bhi tez thi aur unke chehre par sharm, tadap aur nai uttejna ka mila-jula bhaav tha.
Raat ke 12:40 baje the.
Mummy apne kamre mein bistar par leti hui thi, lekin neend unhe bilkul nahi aa rahi thi. Ali ke saath hui wo aakhiri mulaqaat, uski garm baahen, uski chhaati ki dhadkan aur uske shabd baar-baar unke dimaag mein ghoom rahe the. Unki chut mein ab aag lag rahi thi. Wo karwat badal-badal kar thak gayi, lekin aag bujh nahi rahi thi.
Aakhirkaar wo uthi. Kamre ka darwaza andar se band kiya aur seedhe bathroom mein chali gayi. Bathroom ka darwaza bhi band karke unhone nighty upar kar di aur panty neeche utaar di. Poori tarah nangi hokar wo deewar se satkar khadi ho gayi.
Mummy ki halat ab bahut ghinauni aur gandi ho chuki thi.
Unhone apni janghen faila li. Unki gori, bhari hui chut pehle se hi geeli thi — pasine aur chut ke ras se tar. Unhone apni dahini haath ki teen ungaliyan seedhe chut ki faank par rakhi aur zor se ragadna shuru kar diya.
“Aahhh… uffffff… haan… Ali… tere mote lund ki yaad aa rahi hai…”
Wo fusfusaa rahi thi, awaaz bahut gandi aur bhookhi thi. Ungaliyan ab tezi se chut ke upar-neeche sarak rahi thi. Chut ki faank poori tarah khul gayi thi. Andar se chikna, safed ras nikal raha tha jo unki janghon par bah raha tha.
Mummy ne baayi haath se apni bhari-bhari mommi ko zor se dabaya. Nipple ko ungaliyon mein pakadkar kheencha aur masalne lagi.
“Saali… kitni pyaasi ho gayi hoon main… Ali ka wo daanav lund… 10 inch ka kaala mota lund… meri chut faad dega… haan… faad do meri chut ko… aahhhh…”
Unki ungaliyan ab chut ke andar ghusne lagi. Pehle do, phir teen ungaliyan zor-zor se andar-bahar karne lagi. “Chup… chup… chup…” ki ghinauni awaaz bathroom mein goonj rahi thi. Chut se jhaag jaisa safed ras nikal raha tha jo farsh par tapak raha tha.
Mummy ki taangein kaanp rahi thi. Unhone ek taang ko bathroom ki deewar par tika diya taaki chut aur achhe se khul jaaye. Ab wo chaar ungaliyan andar daalkar tez-tez andar-bahar kar rahi thi. Unki bhari mommiyaan zor-zor se hil rahi thi.
“Ali… tere lund se meri chut thok… faad daal meri gaand… haan… mujhe randi bana de… teri randi… aahhhh… bahut zor se chod mujhe… meri chut mein apna mota lund ghused de…”
Wo ab poori tarah gandi aur bhookhi ho chuki thi. Muh se laar tapak rahi thi. Aankhen band, chehra laal aur vikrit. Unhone apni chut ki faank ko do haathon se kheenchkar poori tarah khol diya aur beech ki ungli ko gehraai tak ghusakar tezi se hilane lagi.
“Haan… aur tez… meri chut fat jaaye… Ali… tera mota lund meri chut mein… tere veerya se bhar do meri chut… aahhhh… aa raha hai… aa raha hai…”
Mummy ka poora sharir achanak sakht ho gaya. Unki taangein kaanpne lagi. Chut se zor ka fawwara nikla — garm, chipchipa ras farsh par bikhar gaya. Wo deewar se satkar zor-zor se haanf rahi thi. Lekin ek baar mein santusht nahi hui.
Wo farsh par baith gayi, taangein chaudi karke phir se ungaliyan chut mein daalne lagi. Is baar wo aur bhi ghinauni ho gayi.
“Ali… tu mujhe chod… meri gaand mein bhi daal… dono taraf se thok… mujhe randi bana de… haan… main teri saali randi hoon… chut maar… gaand maar… muh mein bhi de…”
Doosri baar bhi wo zor se jhad gayi. Chut se aur zyada ras nikla. Unka poora sharir pasine se tar tha. Saansein haanf rahi thi. Lekin chehra abhi bhi bhookha tha.
Wo uthi, sheeshe ke saamne khadi hui aur khud ko dekhne lagi — nangi, chut se ras tapakta hua, mommiyaan laal, nipples sakht. Unhone khud se kaha,
“Main kitni gandi ho gayi hoon… lekin… Ali… mujhe ab uska lund chahiye… bina uske main nahi reh paungi…”
Mummy bathroom mein kaafi der tak khadi rahi. Unke sharir se abhi bhi ras tapak raha tha.
Mummy ab poori tarah Ali ke liye tadap rahi thi — aur wo tadap bahut gandi aur bhookhi thi.
Aaj k liye itna hi
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