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Muze pata hai readers, kahani apna track thoda loose kar gayi hai, aur honestly muze khud bhi ye feel ho raha hai. I guess writing shayad mere cup of tea nahi hai.
Paar ek baat yaad rakhiye, Alibaug wala scene proper details mein aayega. Problem ye hai ki hum dono khud confused hain ki kahani ko dark erotic rakhein ya suspense-thriller crime-based direction mein le jaayein.
Haame maaf kijiye ga, aapka keemti waqt yahan waste hua. Paar trust rakhiye, Chapter 2 ke baad hum dono writing stop kar denge.
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Archana soch hi rahi thi ki Aditya ne use toka—
“Maa, cooker ki siti ho gayi.”
Archana ka dhyan toota. Usne haath se pet pe phirte haath ko roka aur kaha, “Do minute ruk, abhi daal ko tadka deti hoon.”
Uske haath pe phirte haath aur Shekhar ki aati yaad… uske saath Faheem ka ek saath uske dil mein ek bojh daal raha tha. Matlab use kahin na kahin samajh nahi aa raha tha ki uske operation ke chalte Salma chali gayi, jo ek sahara thi Faheem ko. Aur wahi Shekhar apni duniya mein mashghool tha. Doosri taraf uska target Guru Satam… aur uske liye jo sahara usne liya tha—Nilya urf Nilesh Sonawane—us bachche ke dil pe kya guzregi, jisne us pe dil khol ke pyaar kiya…
Yeh sab chal hi raha tha ki bahar taxi ke horn ki awaaz aayi aur kuch hi pal mein Faheem ghar mein aa gaya.
Usne Aditya ke liye kuch T-shirt laaye the, jo Mumbai ke dockyard se chori-chhupe import ka maal hota hai. Kewal jaankar hi nikaal paate hain branded T-shirt.
Faheem: “Adi, yeh dekh… tere liye do T-shirt. Ek black, ek grey. College ke liye.”
Angha: “Is ki kya zarurat thi laane ki? Pehle hi uske paas bahut T-shirt hain. Achaar daalega kya yeh?”
Faheem: “Are Angha, college jaata hai. Lagta hai… baaki chhod. Adi, padhai pe dhyan de, dost.”
Aditya: “Haan Ustad, pakka.”
(Aisa keh ke apni maa ko muh chidha diya.)
Tabhi Angha tadka lagaati hai aur baju se ek budhi aurat aati hai.
Jubeda: “Are beti Angha, kya mujhe teri haath ki ek katori daal degi?”
Angha: “Ju Mausi, do katori do.”
Faheem aur Aditya dono T-shirt dekh rahe the.
Jubeda: “Kya pyaar hai na baap-bete mein…”
“Baap-beta” sunte hi maa ke chehre pe ek sharam aayi. Usne bas muskura ke katori de di.
Jubeda: “Bas beti, ab Salma aa jaaye wapas teri kokh se to Aditya ko ek behen mil jaaye.”
Yeh sunte hi maa, main aur Faheem—teenon shocked ho gaye. Kisi ne bhi zyada reaction nahi diya. Bas chupchaap smile karke baat taal di.
Saab ne milke khana khaya. Jab se maa ne Faheem ke jhopdi mein kadam rakha hai, uski life ko ek routine mil gaya hai.
Faheem: “Chalo, ice-cream khane chalte hain.”
Angha: “Koi zarurat nahi hai paise kharchane ki.”
Faheem: “Are bas thoda saath mein ghumenge aur aa jayenge.”
Maine zid ki, “Chalo.”
Aditya (mann mein): Aaj tak mujhe nahi maalum pada ki maine apne janam dene wale baap se kabhi kuch manga, na kabhi aisi chhoti-moti baatein share ki.
Maa ko dekha—woh bhi emotional ho gayi thi. Matlab mere baap Shekhar ke paas karodon ke paise the, par aisa apni biwi-bacche ko saath ghumana usne kabhi kiya hi nahi. Kabhi kiya bhi to apne doston ke family ke saath. Wahan family time kam, dikhawa zyada hota tha.
Maa aage baithi Faheem ke saath. Main bhi aage hi. Yeh purani Premier Padmini taxi thi, aage teen log baith sakte the.
Maa hum dono ke beech thi. Uske 38 size ke naram boobs Faheem ke baju se chipke hue the. Har jhatke mein uske boobs thoda-thoda ragad kha rahe the. Faheem ke face pe halki si muskaan thi, lekin usne kuch nahi kaha.
Hum log kuch aage gaye, fir kulfi li. Fir Faheem ne mujhe aankh maari.
Main driver seat pe baith gaya. Faheem aur maa bahar se dekh rahe the. Maa gusse se laal ho gayi jab maine car start ki.
Angha: “Bahar nikal, nahi to maarungi!”
Aditya: “Ustad, bolo na…”
Faheem: “Angha, do minute dekh to lo.”
Pata nahi maa chup ho gayi.
Maine car chalana shuru kiya. Us maidan mein koi nahi tha. Raat ka samay tha. Maine teen round maare, fir aa gaya.
Fir maa aur Faheem ko saath mein do chakkar aur maare. Faheem ne mujhse kuch mechanical questions poochhe. Maine unka sahi jawab diya.
(Aapko pata hai, maa bhi car chalaati hai.)
Fir mujhe Faheem ke dost Salim ke garage leke gaya. Wahan Salim ke saamne Faheem ne maa ko dikha diya ki main ab chhota-mota mechanical kaam bhi kar leta hoon.
Ab maa ko samajh aa gaya ki main Faheem ko “Ustad” kyun kehta hoon.
Hum ghar aaye. Main apni jhopdi (jo Gangubai wali thi) ki taraf jaane laga, tab Faheem ne roka—
“Kahan ja raha hai?”
Aditya: “Sone ja raha hoon. Aap bhi ab aaram kar lo.”
Faheem: “Woh Gangubai abhi tak nahi aayi. Tum akele mat sona. Tum yahi bed pe so jaana. Tumhari maa saath mein so jayegi. Main neeche chatai pe so jaunga.”
Bistar daala gaya. Main hairaan tha ki maa ne neeche do takiye daale aur upar ek hi tha. Bed ko privacy ke liye ek patla transparent saree ka parda tha.
Angha: “Main tera parda laga rahi hoon. So ja.”
Maa Faheem ke saath neeche so gayi aur main upar.
Karib 2-3 ghante baad mujhe awaaz aane lagi…
Faheem (bilkul dheemi, awaaz mein): “Angha… aaj Adi ghar mein hai, par mujhe nahi soya jaayega. Tu jaanti hai na… bina tere mere neend nahi aati. mera sharir garmi se jal raha hai.”
Maa thodi der chup rahi. Phir usne halki si saans li.
Angha: “Haan… jaanti hoon. Isliye to main neeche aa gayi. Aaj dheere karna… Aditya uth na jaaye.”
Faheem ne uske gale mein face chhupa liya aur uski gardan chatne laga. Uske haath pehle dheere-dheere maa ke blouse ke upar se boobs dabane lage, phir andar ghus gaye.
Faheem: “Main try karta hoon soft… par jab tu paas hoti hai to control nahi rehta. Teri yeh naram chuchi… teri yeh khushboo…”
Uske baad parda ke neeche se halki wet kiss ki awaaz aane lagi.
Faheem maa pe chadha hua tha. Usne pehle dheere se honth choome, phir jeebh andar daal di. Maa ne uska face pakad ke kaha—
Angha: “Uhmm… dheere na… Aditya ke Abbu… nishan pad jayenge… ohhh…”
Faheem: aaj bas thoda. Nahi to raat bhar aankh nahi lagegi mujhe.”
Maa ne kaha, “Aaj nangi mat karo. Aditya uth jayega. Aaj aise hi karo… kapdon ke upar se.”
Kehke maa ne Faheem ko lita diya aur uska lund pant se nikaal ke haath mein liya. Woh already paththar ki tarah khada tha—mota, nason se bhara, 10 inch.
Maa ne pehle uske tip ko jeebh se chat ke geela kiya, phir dheere-dheere pura muh mein le liya. Kariban 10-12 minute woh uska lund chusti rahi—kabhi topa gale tak, kabhi sirf tip ko choosti hui. Faheem ke muh se halki siskariyan nikal rahi thi.
Phir maa baju mein let gayi. Ab use bhi nahi ruka ja raha tha. Uske chut se paani nikalne laga tha.
Maa: “Aji… ab aa jaao… jaldi. Bahut garmi ho rahi hai.”
Faheem: “Angha, condom to upar bed ke neeche rakhe hain…”
Maa aur Faheem dono pareshan. Par rukna possible nahi tha.
Maa: “Aise hi karo… aur bahar nikal dena. Please…”
Maa ne uska lund haath mein liya aur apni chut ke muh pe ragadne lagi. Wet wet sound aa raha tha.
Angha: “Ab ghusao… lekin bahar nikal dena…”
Faheem ne jor se ek dhakka maara.
Maa ki halki lekin teekhi cheekh nikal gayi—
“Ohhh… maa… itna mota…”
Ek hi baar mein uska 10 inch pura andar sama gaya. Chut ki deewarein cheer si gayi. Pure ghar mein payal ki chan-chan aur thap-thap ki awaaz gunjne lagi.
Maa ki siskariyan ab aur geehri ho gayi—
“Are baap re… dheere… ohhhh… ouch… jor se mat… haan… aise… ohhh Aditya ke Abbu…”
Yeh kariban 20-25 minute chala. Pehle dheere, phir Faheem control kho baitha. Uske aakhiri jhatke bohot rough the—poora lund baar-baar cervix tak ja raha tha. Maa ke nails uski peeth pe gad gaye the.
Tabhi main thoda hil gaya upar.
Faheem dar ke maare control kho baitha. Bahar nikalne se pehle hi usne andar hi nikaal diya—garam, mota maal seedha bachedani mein.
Jhat se chadar odh li dono pe.
Neeche se maa ne awaaz di, “Kya hua Aditya?”
Main: “Kuch nahi maa… sapna tha.”
Maa (saans phoolte hue): “Theek hai… so jao.”
Uske baad dono chupchaap so gaye.
Par mujhe saaf samajh aa gaya tha—
Faheem kitna bhi caring ho, raat ko bina iske uski neend nahi aati.
Aur maa bhi yeh baat bilkul jaanti hai… aur ab lagta hai maa bhi Faheem ke bina reh nahi paati.
**Subah**
Faheem chala gaya. Main college chala gaya. Maa ghar pe akeli thi.
Ghar ke kaam kar rahi thi, tabhi usne socha—Asha Didi ke paas se contraceptive pill le leti hoon.
Maa wahan gayi. Tab Jubeda bhi wahan thi.
Jubeda: “Beta, ab aur kitne din tujhe yahan aake… ab pura ek saal ho jayega.”
Maa: “Mausi, main samjhi nahi… aap kya keh rahi ho?”
Jubeda: “Beta, ab nikah kar lo. Kab tak yun rakhelo jaisi bina shaadi ke ek mard ke ghar mein rahogi?”
Asha Didi ne bhi kaha, “Jubeda sahi keh rahi hai Angha.”
Jubeda ke jaane ke baad Asha Didi ne privately kaha—
“Dekho Angha, cover ke liye sabse best option hai ki tum ab Faheem se shaadi kar lo. Kyunki agar tum shaadi karogi to logon ki nazrein tum pe kam aayengi. Nahi to har koi tumhe available samjhega aur tum pe nazar rahegi.”
Aakhirkaar maa ne haami bhari aur kaha, “Dekhti hoon… yeh mission ke baad.”
Pills kha li. Aur wahi se Papa ko Nagpur ke landline pe call kiya. Lucky, Papa ne utha liya. Normal 5 minute baat hui aur bas.
Apple Bar bhi band tha pichle 10 din se, aur aage 10 aur band rahega.
Ab maa ka lakshya tha ki Nilesh ko jalaya jaaye… aur use ek bada kadam uthane ke liye majboor kiya jaaye.
“Maa, cooker ki siti ho gayi.”
Archana ka dhyan toota. Usne haath se pet pe phirte haath ko roka aur kaha, “Do minute ruk, abhi daal ko tadka deti hoon.”
Uske haath pe phirte haath aur Shekhar ki aati yaad… uske saath Faheem ka ek saath uske dil mein ek bojh daal raha tha. Matlab use kahin na kahin samajh nahi aa raha tha ki uske operation ke chalte Salma chali gayi, jo ek sahara thi Faheem ko. Aur wahi Shekhar apni duniya mein mashghool tha. Doosri taraf uska target Guru Satam… aur uske liye jo sahara usne liya tha—Nilya urf Nilesh Sonawane—us bachche ke dil pe kya guzregi, jisne us pe dil khol ke pyaar kiya…
Yeh sab chal hi raha tha ki bahar taxi ke horn ki awaaz aayi aur kuch hi pal mein Faheem ghar mein aa gaya.
Usne Aditya ke liye kuch T-shirt laaye the, jo Mumbai ke dockyard se chori-chhupe import ka maal hota hai. Kewal jaankar hi nikaal paate hain branded T-shirt.
Faheem: “Adi, yeh dekh… tere liye do T-shirt. Ek black, ek grey. College ke liye.”
Angha: “Is ki kya zarurat thi laane ki? Pehle hi uske paas bahut T-shirt hain. Achaar daalega kya yeh?”
Faheem: “Are Angha, college jaata hai. Lagta hai… baaki chhod. Adi, padhai pe dhyan de, dost.”
Aditya: “Haan Ustad, pakka.”
(Aisa keh ke apni maa ko muh chidha diya.)
Tabhi Angha tadka lagaati hai aur baju se ek budhi aurat aati hai.
Jubeda: “Are beti Angha, kya mujhe teri haath ki ek katori daal degi?”
Angha: “Ju Mausi, do katori do.”
Faheem aur Aditya dono T-shirt dekh rahe the.
Jubeda: “Kya pyaar hai na baap-bete mein…”
“Baap-beta” sunte hi maa ke chehre pe ek sharam aayi. Usne bas muskura ke katori de di.
Jubeda: “Bas beti, ab Salma aa jaaye wapas teri kokh se to Aditya ko ek behen mil jaaye.”
Yeh sunte hi maa, main aur Faheem—teenon shocked ho gaye. Kisi ne bhi zyada reaction nahi diya. Bas chupchaap smile karke baat taal di.
Saab ne milke khana khaya. Jab se maa ne Faheem ke jhopdi mein kadam rakha hai, uski life ko ek routine mil gaya hai.
Faheem: “Chalo, ice-cream khane chalte hain.”
Angha: “Koi zarurat nahi hai paise kharchane ki.”
Faheem: “Are bas thoda saath mein ghumenge aur aa jayenge.”
Maine zid ki, “Chalo.”
Aditya (mann mein): Aaj tak mujhe nahi maalum pada ki maine apne janam dene wale baap se kabhi kuch manga, na kabhi aisi chhoti-moti baatein share ki.
Maa ko dekha—woh bhi emotional ho gayi thi. Matlab mere baap Shekhar ke paas karodon ke paise the, par aisa apni biwi-bacche ko saath ghumana usne kabhi kiya hi nahi. Kabhi kiya bhi to apne doston ke family ke saath. Wahan family time kam, dikhawa zyada hota tha.
Maa aage baithi Faheem ke saath. Main bhi aage hi. Yeh purani Premier Padmini taxi thi, aage teen log baith sakte the.
Maa hum dono ke beech thi. Uske 38 size ke naram boobs Faheem ke baju se chipke hue the. Har jhatke mein uske boobs thoda-thoda ragad kha rahe the. Faheem ke face pe halki si muskaan thi, lekin usne kuch nahi kaha.
Hum log kuch aage gaye, fir kulfi li. Fir Faheem ne mujhe aankh maari.
Main driver seat pe baith gaya. Faheem aur maa bahar se dekh rahe the. Maa gusse se laal ho gayi jab maine car start ki.
Angha: “Bahar nikal, nahi to maarungi!”
Aditya: “Ustad, bolo na…”
Faheem: “Angha, do minute dekh to lo.”
Pata nahi maa chup ho gayi.
Maine car chalana shuru kiya. Us maidan mein koi nahi tha. Raat ka samay tha. Maine teen round maare, fir aa gaya.
Fir maa aur Faheem ko saath mein do chakkar aur maare. Faheem ne mujhse kuch mechanical questions poochhe. Maine unka sahi jawab diya.
(Aapko pata hai, maa bhi car chalaati hai.)
Fir mujhe Faheem ke dost Salim ke garage leke gaya. Wahan Salim ke saamne Faheem ne maa ko dikha diya ki main ab chhota-mota mechanical kaam bhi kar leta hoon.
Ab maa ko samajh aa gaya ki main Faheem ko “Ustad” kyun kehta hoon.
Hum ghar aaye. Main apni jhopdi (jo Gangubai wali thi) ki taraf jaane laga, tab Faheem ne roka—
“Kahan ja raha hai?”
Aditya: “Sone ja raha hoon. Aap bhi ab aaram kar lo.”
Faheem: “Woh Gangubai abhi tak nahi aayi. Tum akele mat sona. Tum yahi bed pe so jaana. Tumhari maa saath mein so jayegi. Main neeche chatai pe so jaunga.”
Bistar daala gaya. Main hairaan tha ki maa ne neeche do takiye daale aur upar ek hi tha. Bed ko privacy ke liye ek patla transparent saree ka parda tha.
Angha: “Main tera parda laga rahi hoon. So ja.”
Maa Faheem ke saath neeche so gayi aur main upar.
Karib 2-3 ghante baad mujhe awaaz aane lagi…
Faheem (bilkul dheemi, awaaz mein): “Angha… aaj Adi ghar mein hai, par mujhe nahi soya jaayega. Tu jaanti hai na… bina tere mere neend nahi aati. mera sharir garmi se jal raha hai.”
Maa thodi der chup rahi. Phir usne halki si saans li.
Angha: “Haan… jaanti hoon. Isliye to main neeche aa gayi. Aaj dheere karna… Aditya uth na jaaye.”
Faheem ne uske gale mein face chhupa liya aur uski gardan chatne laga. Uske haath pehle dheere-dheere maa ke blouse ke upar se boobs dabane lage, phir andar ghus gaye.
Faheem: “Main try karta hoon soft… par jab tu paas hoti hai to control nahi rehta. Teri yeh naram chuchi… teri yeh khushboo…”
Uske baad parda ke neeche se halki wet kiss ki awaaz aane lagi.
Faheem maa pe chadha hua tha. Usne pehle dheere se honth choome, phir jeebh andar daal di. Maa ne uska face pakad ke kaha—
Angha: “Uhmm… dheere na… Aditya ke Abbu… nishan pad jayenge… ohhh…”
Faheem: aaj bas thoda. Nahi to raat bhar aankh nahi lagegi mujhe.”
Maa ne kaha, “Aaj nangi mat karo. Aditya uth jayega. Aaj aise hi karo… kapdon ke upar se.”
Kehke maa ne Faheem ko lita diya aur uska lund pant se nikaal ke haath mein liya. Woh already paththar ki tarah khada tha—mota, nason se bhara, 10 inch.
Maa ne pehle uske tip ko jeebh se chat ke geela kiya, phir dheere-dheere pura muh mein le liya. Kariban 10-12 minute woh uska lund chusti rahi—kabhi topa gale tak, kabhi sirf tip ko choosti hui. Faheem ke muh se halki siskariyan nikal rahi thi.
Phir maa baju mein let gayi. Ab use bhi nahi ruka ja raha tha. Uske chut se paani nikalne laga tha.
Maa: “Aji… ab aa jaao… jaldi. Bahut garmi ho rahi hai.”
Faheem: “Angha, condom to upar bed ke neeche rakhe hain…”
Maa aur Faheem dono pareshan. Par rukna possible nahi tha.
Maa: “Aise hi karo… aur bahar nikal dena. Please…”
Maa ne uska lund haath mein liya aur apni chut ke muh pe ragadne lagi. Wet wet sound aa raha tha.
Angha: “Ab ghusao… lekin bahar nikal dena…”
Faheem ne jor se ek dhakka maara.
Maa ki halki lekin teekhi cheekh nikal gayi—
“Ohhh… maa… itna mota…”
Ek hi baar mein uska 10 inch pura andar sama gaya. Chut ki deewarein cheer si gayi. Pure ghar mein payal ki chan-chan aur thap-thap ki awaaz gunjne lagi.
Maa ki siskariyan ab aur geehri ho gayi—
“Are baap re… dheere… ohhhh… ouch… jor se mat… haan… aise… ohhh Aditya ke Abbu…”
Yeh kariban 20-25 minute chala. Pehle dheere, phir Faheem control kho baitha. Uske aakhiri jhatke bohot rough the—poora lund baar-baar cervix tak ja raha tha. Maa ke nails uski peeth pe gad gaye the.
Tabhi main thoda hil gaya upar.
Faheem dar ke maare control kho baitha. Bahar nikalne se pehle hi usne andar hi nikaal diya—garam, mota maal seedha bachedani mein.
Jhat se chadar odh li dono pe.
Neeche se maa ne awaaz di, “Kya hua Aditya?”
Main: “Kuch nahi maa… sapna tha.”
Maa (saans phoolte hue): “Theek hai… so jao.”
Uske baad dono chupchaap so gaye.
Par mujhe saaf samajh aa gaya tha—
Faheem kitna bhi caring ho, raat ko bina iske uski neend nahi aati.
Aur maa bhi yeh baat bilkul jaanti hai… aur ab lagta hai maa bhi Faheem ke bina reh nahi paati.
**Subah**
Faheem chala gaya. Main college chala gaya. Maa ghar pe akeli thi.
Ghar ke kaam kar rahi thi, tabhi usne socha—Asha Didi ke paas se contraceptive pill le leti hoon.
Maa wahan gayi. Tab Jubeda bhi wahan thi.
Jubeda: “Beta, ab aur kitne din tujhe yahan aake… ab pura ek saal ho jayega.”
Maa: “Mausi, main samjhi nahi… aap kya keh rahi ho?”
Jubeda: “Beta, ab nikah kar lo. Kab tak yun rakhelo jaisi bina shaadi ke ek mard ke ghar mein rahogi?”
Asha Didi ne bhi kaha, “Jubeda sahi keh rahi hai Angha.”
Jubeda ke jaane ke baad Asha Didi ne privately kaha—
“Dekho Angha, cover ke liye sabse best option hai ki tum ab Faheem se shaadi kar lo. Kyunki agar tum shaadi karogi to logon ki nazrein tum pe kam aayengi. Nahi to har koi tumhe available samjhega aur tum pe nazar rahegi.”
Aakhirkaar maa ne haami bhari aur kaha, “Dekhti hoon… yeh mission ke baad.”
Pills kha li. Aur wahi se Papa ko Nagpur ke landline pe call kiya. Lucky, Papa ne utha liya. Normal 5 minute baat hui aur bas.
Apple Bar bhi band tha pichle 10 din se, aur aage 10 aur band rahega.
Ab maa ka lakshya tha ki Nilesh ko jalaya jaaye… aur use ek bada kadam uthane ke liye majboor kiya jaaye.
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