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Chapter 27: Weekend ka Vaar

Shaniwaar, 9 August, 2025. Chutti ka din. Yeh din teeno beton ke liye ek sunhera mauka tha apni zehni jung ko ek naye mukaam par le jaane ka. Ghar par poore din ki maujoodgi ka matlab tha, maaon par poore din ki nigaahbaani aur unhe manipulate karne ke naye mauke.
Singh residence mein, Rohan ne ek nayi chaal chali. Shaam ko, usne living room mein Netflix par ek popular, critically acclaimed movie, 'English Vinglish,' laga di. Uski Biji, Jaspreet, jo abhi bhi usse naraaz thi, sofe ke doosre kone par baith kar apni Gurmukhi ki kitaab padhne lagi. Unhone TV ki taraf dekhne se bhi inkaar kar diya.
Rohan ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh chupchaap movie dekhta raha. Movie mein Sridevi ka character, Shashi, ek aam si housewife hai jise uska parivar English na aane par neecha dikhata hai. Dheere-dheere, movie ke dialogues Jaspreet ke kaano mein padne lage. Unhone na chahte hue bhi, kitaab se nazar utha kar ek do baar screen par dekha.
Jab movie ka woh scene aaya jahan Shashi English seekh kar apne parivar ke saamne ek confident speech deti hai, toh Rohan ne dheere se kaha, "Biji, yeh aunty dekho. Bilkul aapke jaisi strong hai. Apne liye stand le rahi hai."
Jaspreet ne fauran jawab diya, "Chup kar ke apni movie dekh." Par unki awaaz mein pehle jaisi dahad nahi thi. Ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi. Unhone movie ko dekhna jaari rakha, unka chehra bhaav-heen tha, par andar hi andar, Shashi ke character ne unke "mentally resilient" aur "emotionally strong" hone ke ehsaas ko chhu liya tha.
Khan parivar mein, Imran ne apni ammi, Fareeda, ko technology ke jaal mein phansaane ka plan banaya. Fareeda purane gaano ki shaukeen thi.
"Ammi, aap hamesha radio par gaane dhoondhti rehti ho. Laaiye aapka phone, main aapko ek App mein aapke saare favourite Mohammed Rafi sahab ke gaane daal deta hoon. Jab mann kare, sun lena," usne unki "non tech savvy" aadat ka fayda uthate hue kaha.
Fareeda ne jhijhakte hue apna phone de diya. Imran ne Spotify install kiya aur Rafi ke gaano ki ek playlist banane laga. Playlist banate-banate, usne 'galti se' ek modern, soulful Arijit Singh ka gaana play kar diya.
"...Kyunki tum hi ho, ab tum hi ho, zindagi ab tum hi ho..."
"Yeh kaun hai? Achi awaaz hai," Fareeda ne anjaane mein hi keh diya.
"Yeh Arijit Singh hain, ammi. Naye zamane ke Rafi sahab," Imran ne muskurate hue kaha. "Sunna hai?"
"Hatt, hume hamare purane gaane hi pasand hain," Fareeda ne fauran kaha, par unke chehre par ek halki si muskaan thi. Imran ne playlist mein, Rafi ke gaano ke beech, ek-do Arijit Singh ke gaane bhi save kar diye. Ek aur naya beej, ek aur nayi aadat ki shuruaat.
Sharma Villa mein, Sameer ne apni psychological ladaai ko aur gehra kiya. Usne Kavita ko dining table par wahi 'Sociology of Art' wali kitaab padhte hue dekha. Kavita ka chehra uljhan mein tha.
Sameer unke paas baith gaya. "Kuch samajh nahi aa raha, mummy?"
"Nahi, samajh toh aa raha hai. Par yeh baatein badi ajeeb hain," Kavita ne kaha.
"Mummy, ek baat puchun?" Sameer ne ek student ki tarah pucha. "Aapko kya lagta hai, aane wali generation, matlab mere bachche, jab hamare aaj ke 'sanskar' aur riwaazon ko dekhenge, toh kya woh use 'orthodox' ya purani soch wala nahi samjhenge? Jaise hum apne dada-dadi ke zamane ki kuch baaton ko aaj nahi maante."
Yeh ek seedha, zehni hamla tha. Yeh Kavita, the mother, se nahi, Kavita, the History Professor, se kiya gaya sawaal tha. Kavita ke paas iska koi aasan jawab nahi tha. Woh jaanti thi ki itihaas badlaav ka hi doosra naam hai. "Waqt ke saath sab badalta hai," unhone dheere se, bina vishwas ke kaha.
"Toh phir 'modern dance' sirf ek badlaav hai, 'besharmi' nahi. Hai na?" Sameer ne apni aakhri chaal chali aur wahan se uth gaya.
Kavita wahin baithi reh gayi. Unka saalon purana vishwaas, unki "rigid mentality", aaj unke apne bete ke tark ke saamne toot rahi thi. Unhone apne haathon ko dekha. Unke lambe, khoobsurat naakhoon, unki saaf-suthri, damakti hui skin. Unka jism pehle hi badal raha tha. Shayad ab unki soch ke badalne ka waqt aa gaya tha.
Us raat, teeno beton ne apne-apne din ki progress ko dekha. Unhone koi naya task nahi kiya tha, par unhe ehsaas tha ki unhone points se bhi keemti cheez haasil ki hai. Unhone apni maaon ke dimaag ka control haasil karna shuru kar diya tha. Tabhi, unke phone par ek saath ek naya notification chamka.
[SPECIAL ALERT: WEEKEND BONUS TASK!]
* "Earn double points! A new high-risk task is available. Must be completed before Monday, 9 AM. Do you wish to view?"
Teeno ki saans ruk gayi. Double points. Yeh poore game ko palat sakta tha. Weekend ka vaar abhi khatam nahi hua tha.

 

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Chapter 28: Crossover ka Khel

Shaniwaar ki raat, 'Teen Tigada' WhatsApp group mein ek alag hi sargarmi thi. Double points ka laalach unke darr par haavi ho raha tha. Teeno ne ek saath [VIEW TASK] par click kiya. Unki screen par jo task ubhra, usne unke hosh uda diye.
[WEEKEND BONUS TASK: THE CROSSOVER PRANK]
* Objective: Khel ko aur rochak banane ka waqt aa gaya hai. Har khiladi ko apne dost ki maa par ek shararat karni hogi.
* Sameer's Target: Fareeda Khan (Imran's Mother)
* Imran's Target: Jaspreet Singh (Rohan's Mother)
* Rohan's Target: Kavita Sharma (Sameer's Mother)
* The Pranks: Shararatein jism se judi aur chhed-chhad bhari honi chahiye (e.g., baalon se khelna, gaal kheenchna, achanak se unke raaste mein aa jaana).
* Condition: Teeno shararatein agle 12 ghanton ke andar, yaani Ravivaar shaam 9 baje se pehle, poori honi chahiye.
* Reward: 500 Points EACH.
Message padhte hi group mein ek toofan aa gaya.
Rohan: "WHAT? Main Sameer ki mummy ke saath shararat karunga? Aur Sameer meri Biji ke saath... oh God, nahi! Biji toh uski jaan le lengi!"
Imran: "Yeh mazak hai kya? Rohan, tu meri ammi ke paas bhi nahi bhatkega. Aur main... Jaspreet Aunty se panga loon? Impossible. Woh toh pehle hi Rohan se itni naraaz hain."
Sameer: "Imran... tu meri mummy ke saath... " Sameer ne message type karke delete kar diya. Uske andar jalan ki ek aag bhadak uthi thi. Usne abhi 400 points kharch karke apni maa ke liye 'Guardian Shield' khareeda tha, par woh shield 'consequence' ke khilaaf tha, App ke diye hue direct task ke khilaaf nahi.
Par phir uski nazar '500 POINTS' par gayi. Ek jhatke mein woh 600 points par pahunch jaayega. Woh phir se is race ka sabse ameer khiladi ban jaayega. Uske doston ke darr ko dekh kar uske andar ka 'alpha' jaag utha.
Sameer: "Guys, relax. Socho iske baare mein. 500 points. Hum sab ka score 600-800 ke paar pahunch jaayega. Hum sab apni-apni maaon par bade-bade upgrades apply kar payenge. Yeh ek risk hai, par inaam dekho."
Imran: "Par bhai, ek doosre ki mummy..."
Sameer: "Toh kya? Hum dost hain. Hum ek dusre par vishwas kar sakte hain. Hum hadd paar nahi karenge. Bas ek halki si shararat hi toh hai. Kal Sunday hai. Hum 'group study' ke bahane mere ghar par milte hain. Wahan se Rohan meri mummy ke saath apna task poora karega. Phir hum Rohan ke ghar chalenge, aur aakhir mein Imran ke. Simple plan hai."
Sameer ke tark ne unke darr ko thoda shaant kiya. Laalach ab un par poori tarah haavi tha. Unhone jhijhakte hue, par aakhirkaar, haan keh di.
Ravivaar ki subah, Kavita aaine ke saamne apne baal bana rahi thi. Unke baal ab sach mein ghane aur chamakdaar lag rahe the. Unki skin par ek glow tha, jisse unki thakaan kam lagti thi. Unhone ek halki si muskaan ke saath socha, 'Shayad Sameer sahi keh raha tha. Thoda change achha hota hai.' Unka dimaag ab dheere-dheere un badlaavon ko accept kar raha tha jo unka jism pehle hi accept kar chuka tha.
Dopahar mein, teeno dost 'group study' ke liye Sameer ke ghar par aakar jam gaye. Kavita unke liye snacks lekar aayi. Unhone ek simple sa, par pehle se behtar fitting wala suit pehna tha.
"Aap log padhai karo, main disturb nahi karungi," unhone ek halki si muskaan ke saath kaha. Unki awaaz mein hamesha wali thakaan aur chidchidahat kam thi.
Jab woh snacks rakh kar jaane ke liye palti, Rohan ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. Yahi mauka tha. Sameer ne use ishaara kiya. Rohan himmat karke utha.
"Aunty ji, woh... aapke baalon mein kuch laga hai," usne jhooth bolte hue kaha.
Kavita hairaani se ruki. "Kahan?"
Rohan unke peeche gaya, aur unke kaan ke paas se ek baal ki latt ko aage laane ka natak karte hue, usne apni ungliyon se unke gaal ko behad halka sa, par saaf taur par, sehla diya. Yeh ek behad choti si, par ek anjaan ladke dwara ki gayi behad an-uchit (inappropriate) harkat thi.
Kavita ek dum se pathra gayi. Unhe samajh nahi aaya ki kya react karein. Ek ajeeb si current unke shareer mein daud gayi. Unhone Rohan ko ghoor kar dekha, unke chehre par gussa nahi, balki ek ajeeb si, gehri uljhan thi. "Kuch nahi hai," woh dheere se kehti hui, tezi se kamre se chali gayi.
Rohan ki saans mein saans aayi. Uske phone par notification chamka: +500 Points.
Ek shikaar ho chuka tha. Ab do baaki the. Sameer aur Imran ne ek dusre ko dekha. Unki aankhon mein darr, josh, aur ek dusre ki maaon ke liye ek nayi, khatarnaak kism ki utsukta thi.

 

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Chapter 29: Sherni ke Muhan mein Haath

Ravivaar ki dopahar. Sharma Villa se nikalte waqt teeno doston ke chehron par alag-alag bhaav the. Rohan 500 points ki jeet se khush tha, par is baat se anjaan tha ki uski maa, Kavita, abhi tak uske 'gaal sehlane' wali harkat se paida hui ajeeb si uljhan mein thi. Sameer ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa gussa aur bechaini thi; uski 'property' par daaka pada tha. Aur Imran... Imran ke dil mein agle shikaar, yaani Professor Jaspreet Singh, ka khauf tha.
"Ab mere ghar chalte hain," Rohan ne kaha. "Kuch notes wahin pade hain." Yeh unke plan ka agla hissa tha.
Singh residence ka mahaul ek dum alag tha. Ghar ek dum saaf-suthra tha, har cheez apni jagah par, bilkul Jaspreet ke "disciplinarian" nature ki tarah. Jaspreet ne Sameer aur Imran ka swagat ek zabardasti wali, formal muskaan se kiya. Unki aankhon mein abhi bhi apne bete, Rohan, ke liye gussa saaf dikh raha tha.
"Aao, baitho," unhone sakht awaaz mein kaha.
Imran ne Jaspreet ko gaur se dekha. 'Hair Nourishment' upgrade ne unke baalon ko ek healthy bounce de diya tha. Aur 'Weight Loss & Fat Redistribution' upgrade ne unke chaude frame ko dheere-dheere tarashna shuru kar diya tha, jisse woh pehle se zyada aakarshak, par aur bhi zyada rohbdaar lag rahi thi. Unke haathon aur pairon ke badhe hue, perfect naakhun unki sakht personality ke saath ek ajeeb sa contrast paida kar rahe the.
"Tum teeno, yahan bakwaas karne ke bajaye, padhai par dhyaan do," Jaspreet ne unhe juice dete hue lecture shuru kar diya. "Cultural Day wagairah aate jaate rahenge, par degree ek hi baar milti hai. Yeh naach-gaana tum logon ka bhavishya nahi banayega." Yeh unki "nagging, very sanskari, conservative, very strict" personality ka aaina tha.
Imran jaanta tha, yahi mauka hai. Uska dil darr se kaanp raha tha, par 500 points ka laalach usse bhi bada tha.
Woh apni jagah se utha, Jaspreet ke saamne jaakar khada ho gaya, aur apne chehre par apni sabse zyada charming muskaan laaya.
"Aunty ji," usne behad adab se kaha. "Aap gussa karti hui bhi bahut... authoritative lagti hain. Bilkul hamare college ki principal jaisi."
Aur iske pehle ki Jaspreet is ajeeb se compliment ka matlab samajh paati, Imran ne aage badh kar woh kar diya jo Rohan sapne mein bhi nahi soch sakta tha. Usne Jaspreet ke gaal ko do ungliyon se pakad kar halka sa, shararat se kheencha. "Aise."
Ek pal ke liye kamre mein maut jaisi khamoshi chha gayi.
Phir, ek jwalamukhi phata.
"TERI HIMMAT KAISE HUI?" Jaspreet ek sher ki tarah dahadi. Unka chehra gusse se tamatar ki tarah laal ho gaya tha. Unhone Imran ka collar pakad liya. "Ghar par aakar, meri hi nazron ke saamne, tu mujhse badtameezi karega? Badmaash ladke! Aur tu Rohan! Tu aise doston ko ghar laata hai?"
"Aunty woh... woh main bas mazak..." Imran ki saari charming-ness hawa ho gayi thi.
"Mazak! Main batati hoon mazak!" unhone darwaza khola. "Nikal! Nikal ja mere ghar se abhi ke abhi! Aur tu bhi, Rohan, inke saath dafa ho ja! Aainda aisi sangat mein dikha na, toh taangein tod dungi teri!"
Jaspreet ne teeno ko lagbhag dhakke maar kar ghar se bahar nikaal diya. Darwaza unke muh par zor se band hua.
Teeno dost sadak par khade the, haanf rahe the. Aadha darr, aadha adrenaline. Rohan ka chehra peela pada hua tha. Par Imran ke chehre par ek jeet ki muskaan thi. Uske phone par message aa chuka tha: +500 Points.
"Bhai, tu paagal hai," Rohan ne haanfte hue kaha. "Aaj toh main gaya kaam se."
Sameer ne Imran ko dekha. Uski aankhon mein ab jalan nahi, balki ek ajeeb sa aadar tha. Is ladke ne abhi-abhi sherni ke muh mein haath daal kar use chheda tha.
Do shikaar ho chuke the. Ab aakhri baari thi. Sameer ki. Aur shikaar thi Imran ki "extremely religious" aur "orthodox" maa, Fareeda Khan. Teeno ne ek dusre ko dekha, aur bina kuch kahe, Imran ke ghar ki taraf chal pade. Khel ka aakhri aur sabse naazuk hissa ab shuru hone wala tha.

 

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Chapter 30: Aakhri Shikaar

Ravivaar ki dopahar dhal rahi thi. Singh residence ke bahar sadak par khade, teeno doston ke dil abhi bhi tezi se dhadak rahe the. Rohan apne kaanp-te hue haathon se apna chehra sehla raha tha, is darr mein ki uske pita, Balwinder Singh, ke aane par aaj ghar mein kya toofan aayega. Imran, jo ab 720 points ka maalik tha, ke chehre par darr ke upar jeet ki ek gehri muskaan thi.
"Bhai... ab aakhri baari," Rohan ne dheere se kaha, uski nazar Sameer par thi.
"Haan. Aakhri," Sameer ne kaha, uski awaaz shaant thi, par uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si aag thi. Ab uski baari thi.
Teeno Imran ke ghar ki taraf chal pade. Khan residence ka mahaul baaki dono gharon se bilkul alag tha. Ek ajeeb si, paakiza khamoshi thi. Hawa mein agarbatti ya attar ki ek halki, meethi si mehak thi. Har cheez saaf aur tarteeb se rakhi hui thi. Nadeem Khan (Imran ke pita) ghar par nahi the, jisse unhe thodi rahat mili.
Darwaza Fareeda ne khola. Unhone teeno ko dekha aur unke chehre par ek halki si, formal muskaan aayi. "Aao bachchon, andar aao."
Sameer ne Fareeda ko gaur se dekha. Woh abhi bhi ek "extremely concealed,extremely prude, extremely orthodox" aurat lag rahi thi, par App ke upgrades apna asar dikha rahe the. Unhone ek simple, par pehle se behtar fitting wala, gehre neele rang ka salwar kameez pehna hua tha. Unke baal ek saaf-suthre jooday mein bandhe the, par unmein ek nayi si chamak thi. Unki skin saaf lag rahi thi. Aur jab unhone teeno ko andar aane ka ishara kiya, toh Sameer ne unke haathon aur chappal pehne pairon ko dekha. Unke fingernails aur toenails, dono hi ab ek khoobsurat, "long,unpolished and squoval" shape le chuke the, jo unke "very unkempt" अतीत se bilkul alag tha.
"Tum log baitho, main sharbat laati hoon," Fareeda ne kaha aur kitchen ki taraf chali gayi.
Sameer jaanta tha ki uski chaal, Jaspreet Aunty ki tarah, loud nahi ho sakti. Uska shikaar naazuk tha. Use behad soojh-boojh se kaam lena tha.
Fareeda Rooh Afza ke teen glass tray mein lekar aayi. "Bismillah karo, bachchon," unhone apni aadat ke anusaar kaha.
Jab woh Sameer ko glass dene ke liye jhuki, toh unke dupatte ka kona unke haath se phisal kar neeche latak gaya. Yahi mauka tha.
Sameer ne glass lene ke liye haath badhaya, aur 'anjaane mein', usne apna haath unke latakte hue dupatte mein uljha liya. "Arey, yeh..." usne bholepan se kaha.
Fareeda ne dupatte ko nikaalne ke liye haath badhaya, par Sameer ne kuch aur hi kiya. Usne dupatte ko apni ungliyon mein lapeta, aur use chhodne ke bajaye, usne ek halka sa, par saaf, shararti jhatka diya. Yeh jhatka itna taakatwar tha ki Fareeda, jo bilkul taiyaar nahi thi, ek kadam aage, Sameer ki taraf khinch gayi. Unki aankhein hairaani aur darr se phail gayi. Ek pal ke liye, woh Sameer ke behad kareeb thi. Sameer ne unki aankhon mein dekha aur ek halki si, chhed-chhad bhari muskaan di.
Fareeda ka chehra sharam aur gusse se safed pad gaya. Unhone ek jhatke se apna dupatta kheencha aur do kadam peeche hat gayi, jaise unhone aag chhu li ho. Woh cheekhi nahi. Unhone kuch kaha nahi. Par unki kaanpti hui aankhein aur tezi se chalti saansein unki dehshat bayaan kar rahi thi. Woh bina ek lafz kahe, tezi se apne kamre mein chali gayi aur darwaza band kar liya.
Sameer ka phone baja. +500 Points. Mission poora ho chuka tha.
Teeno dost chup-chaap ghar se bahar nikal aaye. Woh jaante the ki ab unhe wahan nahi rukna chahiye. Bahar sadak par aakar, teeno ne ek gehri saans li. Woh jeet chuke the. Unhone is khel ka sabse khatarnaak level paar kar liya tha.
Naya Leaderboard ab is prakaar tha:
* Imran: 720 Points
* Rohan: 690 Points
* Sameer: 600 Points
Woh ab sirf dost nahi the. Woh ek gunaah ke saajhidaar the. Ek aisi team, jinki dosti ab ek doosre ki maaon par ki gayi shararaton ke andhere dhaage se bandh chuki thi. Aur ab, is nayi daulat ke saath, woh is khel ko ek aise level par le jaane wale the jahan se wapsi mumkin nahi thi.

 

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Chapter 31: Andruni Toofan

Ravivaar, 9 August, 2025. Raat ke 11 baje. Teeno gharon mein, teen bete apne-apne kamron mein, phone ki roshni mein chamakte hue points ko dekh kar jeet ka jashn mana rahe the. Unke liye yeh ek successful mission tha. Par unke kamron ke bahar, unki maaon ke dilon mein ek anjaan sa, gehra toofan uth raha tha.
Sharma Villa mein, Kavita apne kamre ke aaine ke saamne khadi thi. Rohan ki woh harkat—uske gaal ko sehlana—unke zehen mein baar-baar ghoom rahi thi. Ek anjaan ladke ka sparsh. Unhe gussa aana chahiye tha, par gusse se zyada unhe ek ajeeb si, bechain karne wali, uljhan ho rahi thi.
Unki nazar aaine mein apne aks par padi. Yeh chehra unhe apna lagte hue bhi anjaan lag raha tha. 'Skin Rejuvenation' upgrade ke kaaran unki skin par ek glow tha. Unki aankhon ke neeche ke halke daayre kam ho gaye the. Unhone apne haath uthakar apne gaalon ko chua. Unki skin sach mein mulayam thi. Phir unki nazar apne baalon par gayi. Woh khule hue the aur unke kandhon par resham ki tarah phail gaye the, pehle se zyada ghane aur chamakdaar. Unhone apne haathon ko dekha. Ungliyon par saje lambe, squoval naakhoon kisi model ke lag rahe the. Unhone apne pairon ki taraf dekha; wahan bhi wahi kahanai thi. Unka jism badal raha tha, par unki "very orthodox... very god fearing" aatma is badlaav ke liye taiyaar nahi thi.
"Hey Bhagwan," woh aaine mein dikh rahi aurat se phusphusayi. "Yeh sab kya ho raha hai? Mera apna hi jism mujhe anjaan sa kyun lag raha hai?" Unke andar ek conflict shuru ho chuka tha—ek aisi aurat banne ka conflict jo woh hamesha se nahi banna chahti thi, par shayad ab anjaane mein ban rahi thi.
Singh residence mein, Jaspreet ka gussa abhi shaant nahi hua tha. Woh apne kamre mein ek qaid sherni ki tarah tehel rahi thi. Imran ki woh himmat, unke gaal ko kheenchne ki. Unka mann kar raha tha ki abhi jaakar Rohan ko do thappad aur lagaye. Par gusse ke is toofan ke neeche, ek aur ehsaas tha jise woh samajh nahi paa rahi thi. Ek ajeeb si energy.
Hamesha, is waqt tak woh thak kar चूर ho jaati thi. Par aaj, itne gusse ke baad bhi, unke jism mein thakaan ka naam-o-nishaan nahi tha. Unka shareer halka mehsoos ho raha tha. Woh ruki aur aaine mein khud ko dekha. Unka suit unke jism par ab pehle se behtar fit ho raha tha. Unka "broad" frame ab thoda sa toned lagne laga tha. Unhone apne haath dekhe, jinse woh college mein students ko chup karati thi. Un haathon par saje lambe, elegant naakhoon unki "authoritative" personality se bilkul mail nahi kha rahe the.
Yeh kaisa virodhabhas tha? Unka dimaag gusse se bhara tha, par unka jism ek nayi si taazgi mehsoos kar raha tha. Unhe 'English Vinglish' wali Shashi yaad aayi. Ek pal ke liye unhe uss character se ek ajeeb sa connection mehsoos hua, par agle hi pal unhone is khayal ko gusse se jhatak diya. Control unki zindagi ka sabse bada mantra tha, aur aaj pehli baar unhe lag raha tha ki unka apne hi jism par control nahi hai.
Khan parivar mein, sabse zyada khamosh toofan Fareeda ke andar tha. Woh apne kamre mein jaanamaz (prayer mat) par baithi thi. Woh namaaz padh chuki thi, par unhe sukoon nahi mil raha tha. Sameer ki woh harkat—unke dupatte ko kheenchna, unhe apni taraf khinchna—ek gunaah jaisi thi. Unke liye unka dupatta unki sharam-o-haya ka prateek tha, aur ek anjaan ladke ne use chheda tha.
Unhe apne jism se ghinn aa rahi thi. Kyun? Kyun unka jism badal raha tha? Unhone andhere kamre mein, khidki ke sheeshe mein apna aks dekha. Ek saaf chehra, ghane baal, khoobsurat naakhoon. Unhe laga jaise unka jism unki rooh ke khilaaf bagawat kar raha hai. Woh ek "extremely religious" aurat thi, jise duniya ki dikhawe wali sundarta se door rehna sikhaya gaya tha. Aur aaj unka apna jism usi sundarta ki taraf badh raha tha.
Unhe laga ismein unki hi koi galti hai. Shayad unki ibadat mein koi kami reh gayi hai. Unhone phir se dua ke liye haath uthaye, par jab unhone apne lambe, khoobsurat naakhunon ko dekha, toh unki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Woh Allah se uss gunaah ki maafi maangne lagi jo unhone kiya hi nahi tha.
Is dauraan, unke bete, apne-apne kamron mein, App ka 'Upgrade Store' khol kar baithe the. Apne naye points se apni maaon ke jism aur dimaag ko aur zyada corrupt karne ki planning kar rahe the. Woh is baat se bilkul anjaan the ki unki shararaton ne unki maaon ke andar ek aisi andruni jung chhed di hai, jiska anjaam kya hoga, koi nahi jaanta tha.

 

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Chapter 32: Nayi Daulat, Naye Shauk

Ravivaar ki raat. Teeno gharon mein, teen alag-alag kamron mein, phone ki screen-on ki neeli roshni teen chehron par chamak rahi thi. In chehron par darr ya jhijhak nahi, balki ek gehri, nasheeli jeet ka ehsaas tha. 'Crossover Prank' mission ka safal anjaam unke liye ek naye daur ka ailaan tha. Unke App ke accounts ab points se labalab the.
Leaderboard:
* Imran: 720 Points
* Rohan: 690 Points
* Sameer: 600 Points
'Teen Tigada' WhatsApp group par jashn ka mahaul tha.
Rohan: "Bhai, Biji ne mujhe ghar mein ghusne nahi diya jab tak Papa nahi aa gaye. Papa se khoob daant padi. Par 690 points dekh kar sab dard bhool gaya. "
Imran: "Meri ammi toh abhi tak apne kamre se bahar nahi nikli. Par 720 points! Ab dekho main kya karta hoon."
Sameer: "Maine kaha tha na. Jitna bada risk, utna bada inaam. Ab is daulat ko sahi jagah invest karne ka waqt hai."
Unka agla kadam saaf tha. In points se apni maaon ke corruption ko agle level par le jaana. Unhone ek saath App ka 'Upgrade Store' khola. Unki nazar ek naye, behad tempting upgrade par padi jo ab unke liye unlocked tha. Yeh upgrade unke sabse bade "milf mom incest fetishes" mein se ek ko poora karne ka wada karta tha.
* New Behavioral & Physical Upgrade: Heel Adaptability & Affinity
* Description: Subtly strengthens ankle and calf muscles, improves body balance, and instills a subconscious desire to wear heeled footwear. The subject will begin to find heels more comfortable and aesthetically pleasing, gradually increasing her "heel adaptability" and "heel wearing frequency". Initially, she will resist due to impracticality, but the corruption will make her adapt.
* Cost: 400 Points.
Yeh unke liye ek sapne ke sach hone jaisa tha. Apni simple, chappal pehenne wali maaon ko unchi heels mein dekhna.
Imran: "Bhaiyon, main yeh 'Heel' wala upgrade le raha hoon. Ammi ko heels mein dekhne ke liye main kuch bhi kar sakta hoon." Usne bina soche samjhe [PURCHASE] par click kiya. New Balance: 320 Points.
Rohan: "Main bhi! Biji jab heels pehen kar college mein chalengi, kya rohb hoga unka!" Usne bhi fauran upgrade khareed liya. New Balance: 290 Points.
Sameer ne dekha ki uske dost uske nakshe kadam par chal rahe hain. Usne bhi 'Heel Adaptability & Affinity' upgrade khareeda. Par woh jaanta tha ki use apni alag pehchaan banaye rakhni hai. Uske paas 200 points bache the. Usne ek aur, behad naazuk, behavioral upgrade chuna.
* New Behavioral Upgrade: Sensuality & Seductive Aura
* Description: Unlocks subconscious seductive body language. The subject will unknowingly start using more alluring gestures, expressions, and postures. This will "increase sexiness,seductive attitude (unknowingly)" and overall "sex appeal".
* Cost: 200 Points.
Sameer ne yeh upgrade bhi Kavita par apply kar diya. New Balance: 0 Points.
Woh ek baar phir zero par tha. Par is baar use iski parwah nahi thi. Uski maa, Kavita, ab baaki dono maaon se kahin zyada advanced corruption ke raaste par thi. Uske paas ab na sirf ek badalta hua jism tha, balki ek badalti hui rooh aur ek anjaani si, ubharti hui kaamaaturta (sensuality) bhi thi.
Is dauraan, unke gharon mein, teeno maaen anjaane mein hi apne jism mein ho rahe badlaavon ko mehsoos kar rahi thi. Jaspreet ne paya ki unhe seedhiyan chadhne mein ab saans nahi chadhti. Fareeda ko meetha khane ki talab ab pehle jaisi nahi hoti thi. Aur Kavita ne dekha ki subah uthne par unke chehre par ek aisi taazgi rehti hai jo barson se gayab thi. Yeh sab unke naye "addiction to healthy lifestyle" ke anjaane prabhav the.
Par ab, ek naya, aur bhi gehra badlaav unke andar shuru ho chuka tha. Ek badlaav jo unhe zameen se thoda upar utha dega, unki chaal badal dega, aur unki har adaa mein ek anjaan si kashish bhar dega. Agla hafta behad rochak hone wala tha.

 

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I will take some time to update, you can add some pics for context of you want. I will try to add some ai pics later but it will be very few and it will be mostly text only.

 

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for images atleast require some example how those mom look, their hair length, height figure etc

 

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for images atleast require some example how those mom look, their hair length, height figure etc

That's the problem bro, their bodies are constantly updating due to body modification

 

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Chapter 33 : Race mein Wapsi

Ravivaar ki raat ke 11 baje. 'Crossover Prank' ki safalta ke baad, 'Teen Tigada' group par ek naye mission ki planning shuru ho chuki thi. Unka agla target tha apni maaon ko shopping par le jaana aur unhe heels dilana. Par teeno jaante the ki yeh kaam aasan nahi hai.
Rohan: "Bhai, 'Heel' wala upgrade toh kar diya, par Biji ko shopping ke liye kaun manayega? Woh toh kehti hain, 'Joote-chappal poore bhare pade hain, aur paise barbaad karne hain?'"
Imran: "Meri ammi bhi yahi bolegi. Unhe naye kapdon ya jooton ka koi shauk hi nahi hai."
Isi beech, App ne jaise unki duvidha sun li ho. 'MIND CORRUPTION' section mein ek naya, chamakta hua upgrade ubhar kar aaya. Yeh unki samasya ka perfect samadhaan tha.
* New Mind Upgrade: Yearning for Validation
* Description: Subject ke andar "male validation and male complements ki craving" paida karta hai, khaaskar apne beton se. Woh anjaane mein hi unse tareef paane ke liye apne appearance ko badalne ki koshish karegi. Yeh unhe naye kapde aur footwear khareedne ke liye zyada "receptive" banayega.
* Cost: 300 Points.
Yeh upgrade ek game-changer tha.
Imran: "Bhaiyon! Yeh dekho! Iske baad toh Ammi ko manana aasan ho jaayega." Imran, jiske paas 320 points the, ne ek pal bhi nahi socha. Usne fauran [PURCHASE] par click kiya aur upgrade ko Fareeda par apply kar diya. Imran's New Balance: 20 Points.
Rohan: "Main bhi le raha hoon!" Rohan ne apna balance dekha. 290 Points. "Shit! Sirf 10 points kam hain! Main nahi le sakta." Uske message mein frustration saaf jhalak rahi thi.
Sameer: Sameer ne chat dekhi. Uska balance 0 tha. Woh na toh upgrade khareed sakta tha aur na hi Rohan ki madad kar sakta tha. Race mein sabse peeche hone ka ehsaas use ek zehreele teer ki tarah chubh gaya. Usne kuch type nahi kiya. Woh jaanta tha ki ab baaton ka nahi, action ka waqt hai.
Usne App ka 'Tasks' section khola. Uske liye ek naya, behad personal task maujood tha.
[SAMEER'S TASK #6: WARDROBE INTERVENTION]
* Objective: Apni maa ki almari se unki sabse purani, sabse "shabby" aur "old fashioned" nighty ko chupke se nikaal kar phenk do.
* Condition: Is kaam ko anjaam dete waqt unhe pata nahi chalna chahiye. Yeh unke purane 'self' ko mitane ka pehla kadam hai.
* Reward: 350 Points.
Sameer ne task accept kiya. Use yeh points chahiye the, har keemat par.
Aadhi raat ke baad, jab poora ghar gehri neend mein tha, Sameer apne kamre se nikla. Uske kadam ek chor ki tarah uske mata-pita ke kamre ki taraf badh rahe the. Usne dheere se darwaza khola. Andar andhera tha. Rajesh Sharma ke halke kharraaton ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Sameer ka dil uski chhaati mein dhol ki tarah baj raha tha. Yeh uske ab tak ke sabse risky kaamon mein se ek tha.
Woh Kavita ki side wali almari ki taraf badha. Usne behad ahista se almari ka palla khola. Andar Kavita ki saariyan aur suit tange the. Neeche ke hisse mein unke roz ke kapde the. Usne apni mobile ki halki roshni mein dekha. Wahin, kone mein, kuch purani, dhuli hui, rang-uddi nighties padi thi. Unmein se ek, ek faded, phoolon wali nighty, sabse zyada "shabby" lag rahi thi. Sameer ne use dheere se uthaya, almari band ki, aur saans roke kamre se bahar nikal aaya.
Apne kamre mein aakar usne uss nighty ko ek bag mein band kar diya, jise woh kal subah bahar phenk dega. Uske phone par notification chamka. +350 Points.
Usne rahat ki saans li. Sameer's New Balance: 350 Points.
Woh jaanta tha ki ab kya karna hai. Usne fauran 'Yearning for Validation' wala upgrade khareeda. [PURCHASED]. Cost: 300 Points. Sameer's Final Balance: 50 Points.
Usne upgrade ko Kavita par apply kar diya. Ab uski maa bhi tareefon ki bhookhi banne ke raaste par thi. Sameer, jo kuch der pehle zero par tha, ab wapas is khel mein tha. Bhale hi uske points kam the, par usne apni maa ko apne doston ke barabar laa khada kiya tha.
Updated Leaderboard:
* Rohan: 290 Points (No Validation Upgrade)
* Imran: 20 Points (Validation Upgrade Active)
* Sameer: 50 Points (Validation Upgrade Active)
Khel ek baar phir palat chuka tha. Ab sirf Rohan peeche tha. Aur Sameer jaanta tha, ki ab uski maa ko shopping ke liye manana, pehle jaisa mushkil nahi hoga.