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Incest Parivar: Ek Naya Adhyay
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Chapter 39: College ka naya Avatar
Monday, August 11, 2025. Naya hafta, nayi subah, aur teeno gharon mein ek nayi, anjaan si bechaini. Pichle do dino ki shopping ne teeno maaon ki almariyon mein sirf naye kapde aur joote hi nahi, balki unke dilon mein ek naya, uljhan bhara ehsaas bhi bhar diya tha. Aaj college jaana tha. Asli imtihaan aaj tha.
Sharma Villa mein, Kavita apni almari ke saamne ek moorti ki tarah khadi thi. Ek taraf unki roz ki simple, cotton ki saariyan thi. Doosri taraf, kal khareeda hua, navy blue kurti aur cigarette pants ka naya joda. Unka "sanskari" mann unhe saari pehenne ko keh raha tha. Par unke dil mein ek nayi, taakatwar awaaz thi, jo apne bete, Sameer, ki tareef ke liye taras rahi thi. Unhe Sameer ke shabd yaad aaye, 'aap fresh lagengi'. Unhe woh ehsaas yaad aaya jab mall mein sab unhe dekh rahe the.
Ek lambi, gehri saans lekar, unhone woh naya kurti set pehen liya. Fitting ekdum perfect thi. Phir unhone jooton ke dibbe ko khola. Unki nazar apni roz ki chappalon par gayi, aur phir un nayi, 2-inch ki block heels par. Unhone jhijhakte hue heels pehen li. 'Heel Adaptability' upgrade ke kaaran unhe chalne mein koi takleef nahi hui, par unka mann is "modern" badlaav ke bojh se kaanp raha tha.
Jab woh taiyaar hokar bahar nikli, toh drawing room mein baithe Sameer aur Rajesh, dono ki nazar un par jam gayi. Rajesh Sharma, jo akhbaar padh rahe the, ne ek pal ke liye akhbaar neeche kiya aur apni patni ko ek aisi hairaani bhari nazar se dekha jo barson mein nahi dekha tha.
Sameer uth kar unke paas aaya. Uske chehre par ek badi si, jeet wali muskaan thi. "Wow, mummy! Aapko koi pehchaan hi nahi payega college mein. Bilkul nayi lag rahi hain."
Yeh tareef sunte hi Kavita ki saari jhijhak, saara darr, ek pal ke liye gayab ho gaya. Unke chehre par ek sharmili si laali aa gayi. Unhone kuch nahi kaha, bas apna purse uthaya aur darwaze ki taraf chal di.
Aisa hi kuch Fareeda aur Jaspreet ke saath hua. Fareeda ne, Imran ki tareef paane ke liye, apna ek naya, light-peach rang ka, long tunic aur palazzo pehna. Woh abhi bhi "extremely concealed" rehne ki koshish kar rahi thi, par kapdon ki behtar fitting aur nayi heels ne unke poore व्यक्तित्व ko badal diya tha. Jaspreet ne, apni "authoritative yet nurturing" personality ko dhyan mein rakhte hue, woh olive green jumpsuit aur sturdy block heels pehne. Woh ab ek simple professor nahi, balki kisi corporate office ki CEO lag rahi thi.
Jab teeno maaen ek saath Delhi Central College ke staff room mein daakhil hui, toh wahan ek pal ke liye sanatta chha gaya.
Saare professors—Verma ji, Shukla madam, sab—unhe ghoor kar dekhne lage. Fufusahat ka daur shuru ho gaya.
"Yeh... yeh Kavita ji hain? Pehchani nahi jaa rahi."
"Fareeda ji ne aaj suit pehna hai! Aur heels bhi!"
"Jaspreet toh bilkul alag lag rahi hai... kitni smart lag rahi hai."
Yeh "other people's perspective" teeno maaon ke liye ek culture shock jaisa tha. Unhe sharam bhi aa rahi thi, ghabrahat bhi ho rahi thi, par iske saath hi, itne saalon mein pehli baar, logon ki nazron ka center of attention banne ka ek "reluctantly" accha lagne wala, power-bhara ehsaas bhi ho raha tha. Unhe bura lagna chahiye tha, par unhe accha lag raha tha. Aur is ehsaas ne unke andar ke "internal conflict" ko aur bhi gehra kar diya.
College ke corridor mein, thodi door khade, Sameer, Imran, aur Rohan yeh sab dekh rahe the. Unhone dekha ki kaise unki maaen, jo hamesha bheed mein kho jaati thi, aaj sabke aakarshan ka kendra bani hui hain. Unhone ek dusre ko dekha aur unke chehron par ek jeet bhari muskaan phail gayi. Unka project, unka 'Mission MILF-ification,' ek zabardast safalta thi.
Imran ne phone check kiya. App par ek naya notification tha, jo Cultural Day se juda tha.
[EVENT ALERT: The 'Modern Dance' competition requires faculty volunteers for backstage management. A perfect opportunity to observe the 'art form' up close.]
Teeno samajh gaye. Unka agla target saaf tha.
Monday, August 11, 2025. Naya hafta, nayi subah, aur teeno gharon mein ek nayi, anjaan si bechaini. Pichle do dino ki shopping ne teeno maaon ki almariyon mein sirf naye kapde aur joote hi nahi, balki unke dilon mein ek naya, uljhan bhara ehsaas bhi bhar diya tha. Aaj college jaana tha. Asli imtihaan aaj tha.
Sharma Villa mein, Kavita apni almari ke saamne ek moorti ki tarah khadi thi. Ek taraf unki roz ki simple, cotton ki saariyan thi. Doosri taraf, kal khareeda hua, navy blue kurti aur cigarette pants ka naya joda. Unka "sanskari" mann unhe saari pehenne ko keh raha tha. Par unke dil mein ek nayi, taakatwar awaaz thi, jo apne bete, Sameer, ki tareef ke liye taras rahi thi. Unhe Sameer ke shabd yaad aaye, 'aap fresh lagengi'. Unhe woh ehsaas yaad aaya jab mall mein sab unhe dekh rahe the.
Ek lambi, gehri saans lekar, unhone woh naya kurti set pehen liya. Fitting ekdum perfect thi. Phir unhone jooton ke dibbe ko khola. Unki nazar apni roz ki chappalon par gayi, aur phir un nayi, 2-inch ki block heels par. Unhone jhijhakte hue heels pehen li. 'Heel Adaptability' upgrade ke kaaran unhe chalne mein koi takleef nahi hui, par unka mann is "modern" badlaav ke bojh se kaanp raha tha.
Jab woh taiyaar hokar bahar nikli, toh drawing room mein baithe Sameer aur Rajesh, dono ki nazar un par jam gayi. Rajesh Sharma, jo akhbaar padh rahe the, ne ek pal ke liye akhbaar neeche kiya aur apni patni ko ek aisi hairaani bhari nazar se dekha jo barson mein nahi dekha tha.
Sameer uth kar unke paas aaya. Uske chehre par ek badi si, jeet wali muskaan thi. "Wow, mummy! Aapko koi pehchaan hi nahi payega college mein. Bilkul nayi lag rahi hain."
Yeh tareef sunte hi Kavita ki saari jhijhak, saara darr, ek pal ke liye gayab ho gaya. Unke chehre par ek sharmili si laali aa gayi. Unhone kuch nahi kaha, bas apna purse uthaya aur darwaze ki taraf chal di.
Aisa hi kuch Fareeda aur Jaspreet ke saath hua. Fareeda ne, Imran ki tareef paane ke liye, apna ek naya, light-peach rang ka, long tunic aur palazzo pehna. Woh abhi bhi "extremely concealed" rehne ki koshish kar rahi thi, par kapdon ki behtar fitting aur nayi heels ne unke poore व्यक्तित्व ko badal diya tha. Jaspreet ne, apni "authoritative yet nurturing" personality ko dhyan mein rakhte hue, woh olive green jumpsuit aur sturdy block heels pehne. Woh ab ek simple professor nahi, balki kisi corporate office ki CEO lag rahi thi.
Jab teeno maaen ek saath Delhi Central College ke staff room mein daakhil hui, toh wahan ek pal ke liye sanatta chha gaya.
Saare professors—Verma ji, Shukla madam, sab—unhe ghoor kar dekhne lage. Fufusahat ka daur shuru ho gaya.
"Yeh... yeh Kavita ji hain? Pehchani nahi jaa rahi."
"Fareeda ji ne aaj suit pehna hai! Aur heels bhi!"
"Jaspreet toh bilkul alag lag rahi hai... kitni smart lag rahi hai."
Yeh "other people's perspective" teeno maaon ke liye ek culture shock jaisa tha. Unhe sharam bhi aa rahi thi, ghabrahat bhi ho rahi thi, par iske saath hi, itne saalon mein pehli baar, logon ki nazron ka center of attention banne ka ek "reluctantly" accha lagne wala, power-bhara ehsaas bhi ho raha tha. Unhe bura lagna chahiye tha, par unhe accha lag raha tha. Aur is ehsaas ne unke andar ke "internal conflict" ko aur bhi gehra kar diya.
College ke corridor mein, thodi door khade, Sameer, Imran, aur Rohan yeh sab dekh rahe the. Unhone dekha ki kaise unki maaen, jo hamesha bheed mein kho jaati thi, aaj sabke aakarshan ka kendra bani hui hain. Unhone ek dusre ko dekha aur unke chehron par ek jeet bhari muskaan phail gayi. Unka project, unka 'Mission MILF-ification,' ek zabardast safalta thi.
Imran ne phone check kiya. App par ek naya notification tha, jo Cultural Day se juda tha.
[EVENT ALERT: The 'Modern Dance' competition requires faculty volunteers for backstage management. A perfect opportunity to observe the 'art form' up close.]
Teeno samajh gaye. Unka agla target saaf tha.
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Chapter 40: Farz ka Naya Naqaab
Monday, August 11, 2025. Delhi Central College ke staff room ka mahaul aaj badla hua tha. Center of attention thi woh "professor trio"—Kavita, Fareeda, aur Jaspreet. Unke naye avatar ne sabko hairaan kar diya tha. Unke colleagues unhe ajeeb, prashansha bhari nazron se dekh rahe the. Is nayi attention se teeno maaon ke andar jhijhak aur ek anjaan se confidence ki ek anokhi jung chal rahi thi.
Isi dauraan, college ki canteen mein, unke bete apni agli chaal ki taiyaari kar rahe the. Unke saamne App ka naya "Event Alert" tha.
"Directly bolenge toh saaf mana kar denge," Sameer ne hamesha ki tarah lead lete hue kaha. "Unhe lagega ki hum unhe naach-gaana dekhne ko keh rahe hain. Humein unki professorial duty aur responsibility wali side ko target karna hoga."
"Matlab?" Rohan ne pucha.
"Matlab hum unhe yeh ehsaas dilayenge ki unka wahan hona unki marzi nahi, balki college ke prati unka farz hai," Sameer ne samjhaya.
Us din, free period mein, Sameer apni maa, Kavita, se milne library gaya. Kavita ek kitaab padh rahi thi, par Sameer ne dekha ki woh baar-baar anjaane mein hi apne naye, lambe naakhunon ko dekh rahi thi.
"Mummy," Sameer ne paas jaakar kaha. "Aaj aapko dekh kar sab students aapse darr kam, aur aapse impress zyada ho rahe the."
Kavita ne is tareef par ek halki si muskaan chhupane ki koshish ki. 'Yearning for Validation' kaam kar raha tha.
"Achha, suniye," Sameer ne gambhir hote hue kaha. "Main abhi Verma sir se mil kar aa raha hoon. Woh bahut pareshan the."
"Kyun? Kya hua?" Kavita ne pucha.
"Woh keh rahe the ki Cultural Day ke 'modern dance' event mein koi bhi senior teacher backstage duty karne ko taiyaar nahi hai. Sab isse 'faltu kaam' samajh rahe hain. Unhe darr hai ki students badtameezi karenge ya aapas mein lad padenge." Sameer ne jhooth ka jaal buna. "Verma sir keh rahe the ki agar aap jaisi koi 'respected' aur 'senior' professor backstage rahegi, toh ek rohb bana rahega. Yeh toh ab college ki izzat ka sawaal ban gaya hai."
Kavita is duvidha mein pad gayi. Unki "conservative" soch unhe uss 'fuhad' event se door rehne ko keh rahi thi, par ek zimmedaar professor hone ka farz aur apne bete ke muh se "respected" sunne ki chahat, unhe kamzor kar rahi thi.
Aisa hi jaal Imran ne Fareeda par phenka, par ek alag andaaz mein. Usne apni "extremely religious" maa se kaha, "Ammi, main thoda pareshan hoon. Suna hai dance wali ladkiyan bahut 'chhote' kapde pehenne wali hain. Agar aap jaisi 'adab wali' aur 'sahi-galat ki samajh rakhne wali' professor backstage hongi, toh kam se kam aap unhe thodi sharam-lihaaz samjha toh sakti hain. Koi toh ho jo unhe roke." Yeh baat Fareeda ki "very judgy" prakriti par seedha asar kar gayi. Woh ab ek moral guardian ki tarah mehsoos karne lagi.
Aur Rohan ne apni "disciplinarian" maa, Jaspreet, ke ahankar ko hawa di. "Biji, aap nahi hongi toh woh log poora event barbaad kar denge. Stage ke peeche hamesha ladai-jhagda hota hai. Sirf aap hi unhe control kar sakti hain. Aapki awaaz se hi sab shaant ho jaate hain."
Teeno maaen ab ek ajeeb se dharam-sankat mein thi. Unka mann uss event ka hissa banne se inkaar kar raha tha, par unke beton ne unke saamne 'farz', 'izzat', aur 'zimmedari' ka ek aisa naqaab pesh kiya tha, jise pehenne se inkaar karna unke liye mushkil ho raha tha.
"Main... main Verma ji se is baare mein baat karungi," Kavita ne aakhir mein kaha.
"Dekhti hoon," Fareeda ne jawab diya.
"Theek hai, agar college ko meri zaroorat hai toh...," Jaspreet ne adhoora vaakya chhoda.
Teeno ke jawab 'haan' nahi the, par 'na' bhi nahi the. Beton ke liye, yeh ek badi jeet thi. Unhone apni maaon ko uss raaste par laa khada kiya tha jo seedhe 'Modern Dance' competition ke stage ke peeche jaata tha. Unki psychological corruption ki jung ka pehla, sabse mushkil charan, safal ho raha tha.
Monday, August 11, 2025. Delhi Central College ke staff room ka mahaul aaj badla hua tha. Center of attention thi woh "professor trio"—Kavita, Fareeda, aur Jaspreet. Unke naye avatar ne sabko hairaan kar diya tha. Unke colleagues unhe ajeeb, prashansha bhari nazron se dekh rahe the. Is nayi attention se teeno maaon ke andar jhijhak aur ek anjaan se confidence ki ek anokhi jung chal rahi thi.
Isi dauraan, college ki canteen mein, unke bete apni agli chaal ki taiyaari kar rahe the. Unke saamne App ka naya "Event Alert" tha.
"Directly bolenge toh saaf mana kar denge," Sameer ne hamesha ki tarah lead lete hue kaha. "Unhe lagega ki hum unhe naach-gaana dekhne ko keh rahe hain. Humein unki professorial duty aur responsibility wali side ko target karna hoga."
"Matlab?" Rohan ne pucha.
"Matlab hum unhe yeh ehsaas dilayenge ki unka wahan hona unki marzi nahi, balki college ke prati unka farz hai," Sameer ne samjhaya.
Us din, free period mein, Sameer apni maa, Kavita, se milne library gaya. Kavita ek kitaab padh rahi thi, par Sameer ne dekha ki woh baar-baar anjaane mein hi apne naye, lambe naakhunon ko dekh rahi thi.
"Mummy," Sameer ne paas jaakar kaha. "Aaj aapko dekh kar sab students aapse darr kam, aur aapse impress zyada ho rahe the."
Kavita ne is tareef par ek halki si muskaan chhupane ki koshish ki. 'Yearning for Validation' kaam kar raha tha.
"Achha, suniye," Sameer ne gambhir hote hue kaha. "Main abhi Verma sir se mil kar aa raha hoon. Woh bahut pareshan the."
"Kyun? Kya hua?" Kavita ne pucha.
"Woh keh rahe the ki Cultural Day ke 'modern dance' event mein koi bhi senior teacher backstage duty karne ko taiyaar nahi hai. Sab isse 'faltu kaam' samajh rahe hain. Unhe darr hai ki students badtameezi karenge ya aapas mein lad padenge." Sameer ne jhooth ka jaal buna. "Verma sir keh rahe the ki agar aap jaisi koi 'respected' aur 'senior' professor backstage rahegi, toh ek rohb bana rahega. Yeh toh ab college ki izzat ka sawaal ban gaya hai."
Kavita is duvidha mein pad gayi. Unki "conservative" soch unhe uss 'fuhad' event se door rehne ko keh rahi thi, par ek zimmedaar professor hone ka farz aur apne bete ke muh se "respected" sunne ki chahat, unhe kamzor kar rahi thi.
Aisa hi jaal Imran ne Fareeda par phenka, par ek alag andaaz mein. Usne apni "extremely religious" maa se kaha, "Ammi, main thoda pareshan hoon. Suna hai dance wali ladkiyan bahut 'chhote' kapde pehenne wali hain. Agar aap jaisi 'adab wali' aur 'sahi-galat ki samajh rakhne wali' professor backstage hongi, toh kam se kam aap unhe thodi sharam-lihaaz samjha toh sakti hain. Koi toh ho jo unhe roke." Yeh baat Fareeda ki "very judgy" prakriti par seedha asar kar gayi. Woh ab ek moral guardian ki tarah mehsoos karne lagi.
Aur Rohan ne apni "disciplinarian" maa, Jaspreet, ke ahankar ko hawa di. "Biji, aap nahi hongi toh woh log poora event barbaad kar denge. Stage ke peeche hamesha ladai-jhagda hota hai. Sirf aap hi unhe control kar sakti hain. Aapki awaaz se hi sab shaant ho jaate hain."
Teeno maaen ab ek ajeeb se dharam-sankat mein thi. Unka mann uss event ka hissa banne se inkaar kar raha tha, par unke beton ne unke saamne 'farz', 'izzat', aur 'zimmedari' ka ek aisa naqaab pesh kiya tha, jise pehenne se inkaar karna unke liye mushkil ho raha tha.
"Main... main Verma ji se is baare mein baat karungi," Kavita ne aakhir mein kaha.
"Dekhti hoon," Fareeda ne jawab diya.
"Theek hai, agar college ko meri zaroorat hai toh...," Jaspreet ne adhoora vaakya chhoda.
Teeno ke jawab 'haan' nahi the, par 'na' bhi nahi the. Beton ke liye, yeh ek badi jeet thi. Unhone apni maaon ko uss raaste par laa khada kiya tha jo seedhe 'Modern Dance' competition ke stage ke peeche jaata tha. Unki psychological corruption ki jung ka pehla, sabse mushkil charan, safal ho raha tha.
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Besakh story mast he aur ek alag tarike ka he
Par 40 update khatam ho chuka he abhitak koi hoot ya sexy kuch nehi huwa, sex to bohot time bad ayge pata he, par kuch hoot seen to ho sakta he plz, aur dosto me share bhi ho sakta he ek dusreki sari bate,
Ek request he apse story ke hisab se kuch kuch photos daldena plz plz.
Par 40 update khatam ho chuka he abhitak koi hoot ya sexy kuch nehi huwa, sex to bohot time bad ayge pata he, par kuch hoot seen to ho sakta he plz, aur dosto me share bhi ho sakta he ek dusreki sari bate,
Ek request he apse story ke hisab se kuch kuch photos daldena plz plz.
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Bhai photo dalna mushkil hai, as it is an body upgrade story I have put photos using ai in some parts. It will be few and in between
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Thike he sukriya apka
Par baki kuch hoot seen dalna plz
Woo seen majedar tha sab ek dusreki mummy ko cher ne wala
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Chapter 41: Farz ki Mohar
Budhvaar, 13 August, 2025. College ke staff room mein, chai ke break ke dauraan, ek anokhi meeting ho rahi thi. Kavita, Fareeda, aur Jaspreet, teeno ek saath baithi thi, jo ki ek aam baat thi. Par aaj unki baaton ka vishay aam nahi tha. Pichle do dinon se, unke beton dwara unke dimaag mein daale gaye 'farz' aur 'zimmedari' ke beej ab ankurit ho rahe the.
"Verma ji ka kal phir se phone aaya tha," Kavita ne ek thandi aahein bharte hue kaha. "Keh rahe the ki Cultural Day mein backstage discipline ke liye unhe hum jaise senior professors ki sakht zaroorat hai." Unki "Skin Rejuvenation" upgrade ke kaaran unke chehre par ab woh pehle jaisi thakaan nahi dikhti thi, jisse unki pareshani bhi ek alag hi andaz mein nazar aa rahi thi.
"Haan, mujhe bhi pata chala hai," Fareeda ne joda, apni nayi, thodi fitting wali kurti ke dupatte ko theek karte hue. "Students bilkul manmaani karte hain. Koi toh hona chahiye jo unhe sahi aur galat ka farq samjhaye, khaaskar jab woh stage par perform kar rahe hon." Unke dimaag mein abhi bhi woh 'modern' fashion videos ghoom rahe the, jisse unhe yeh kaam ek zaroori, "moral" duty lagne laga tha.
Jaspreet, jo ab tak chup-chaap chai pee rahi thi, ne apni rohbdaar awaaz mein kaha, "Agar hum jaise log hi peeche hat jaayenge, toh yeh college ka anushasan kaun sambhalega? Humara farz banta hai. Hum sirf professor nahi hain, hum in bachchon ke aacharitra ke nirmaata bhi hain." Unke "authoritative" lehje mein ek nayi si energy thi, unke badalte hue jism aur unchi heels se milta hua ek naya confidence.
Teeno ke "internal conflicts" ab ek naye mod par aakar mil gaye the. Unhone apne beton ki di hui 'duty' ki chaadar ko apni "orthodox" soch ke upar odh liya tha. Isse unhe apne man ke virodhabhas ko shaant karne ka ek bahana mil gaya tha. Modern dance jaisi "fuhad" cheez ka hissa banna ab unke liye ek majboori nahi, balki ek zaroori 'farz' ban chuka tha.
"Toh phir hum teeno ko haan keh dena chahiye," Kavita ne aakhir mein faisla sunaya.
"Haan, hum saath mein rahenge toh theek rahega," Fareeda ne sehmat hote hue kaha.
"Theek hai. Kal subah hum teeno saath mein jaakar Verma ji ko apna faisla suna denge," Jaspreet ne meeting ka anjaam tay kar diya.
Agle din, Guruvaar, 14 August, 2025, ki subah, teeno maaen taiyaar hokar ek saath Principal ke office ki taraf ja rahi thi. Unke chehre par ek gambhir par dridh nishchay ka bhaav tha. College ke corridor mein khade unke beton ne yeh manzar dekha. Unhone dekha ki kaise unki maaen, jo kuch hafte pehle tak bheed ka hissa thi, aaj ek alag hi power aur confidence ke saath chal rahi thi. Unke badle hue kapde, unki nayi chaal, aur unke chehre ka naya glow, sab milkar ek naya prabhav paida kar rahe the.
Unka plan kaamyaab ho chuka tha. Unki maaen ab official taur par uss event ka hissa ban chuki thi jisse woh sabse zyada nafrat karti thi.
'Teen Tigada' group par khushi ka message flash hua.
Rohan: "Mission Accomplished! Biji ne haan keh di!
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Imran: "Meri ammi bhi maan gayi. Team work, bhaiyon!"
Sameer: Sameer ne muskurate hue type kiya. "Yeh toh bas shuruaat hai." Usne apna point balance dekha: 100 Points. Baaki dono usse kahin aage the. Imran (20) aur Rohan (300) ke points mein bhi antar tha [Correction from previous chapter's end state]. Use pata tha ki use jald hi agla kadam uthana hoga. App ne jaise uski soch padh li ho. Uske phone par ek naya task pop up hua.
[SAMEER'S TASK #7: THE INTIMATE INQUIRY]
* Objective: Apni maa se unke naye khareede gaye kapdon ke 'andar' pehenne ke liye zaroori cheezon ke baare mein poocho. "Mummy, aapne yeh nayi kurtiyan toh le li, par inke neeche pehenne ke liye aapke paas matching 'bra' aur 'panty' hai?"
* Condition: Yeh sawaal akele mein, behad bholepan aur 'caring' andaaz mein poochna hai.
* Reward: 450 Points.
Sameer ne task dekha. Uska chehra laal ho gaya. Yeh ab tak ka sabse zyada personal, sabse zyada hadd paar karne wala sawaal tha. Par 450 points ka inaam uske dimaag par haavi ho raha tha.
Budhvaar, 13 August, 2025. College ke staff room mein, chai ke break ke dauraan, ek anokhi meeting ho rahi thi. Kavita, Fareeda, aur Jaspreet, teeno ek saath baithi thi, jo ki ek aam baat thi. Par aaj unki baaton ka vishay aam nahi tha. Pichle do dinon se, unke beton dwara unke dimaag mein daale gaye 'farz' aur 'zimmedari' ke beej ab ankurit ho rahe the.
"Verma ji ka kal phir se phone aaya tha," Kavita ne ek thandi aahein bharte hue kaha. "Keh rahe the ki Cultural Day mein backstage discipline ke liye unhe hum jaise senior professors ki sakht zaroorat hai." Unki "Skin Rejuvenation" upgrade ke kaaran unke chehre par ab woh pehle jaisi thakaan nahi dikhti thi, jisse unki pareshani bhi ek alag hi andaz mein nazar aa rahi thi.
"Haan, mujhe bhi pata chala hai," Fareeda ne joda, apni nayi, thodi fitting wali kurti ke dupatte ko theek karte hue. "Students bilkul manmaani karte hain. Koi toh hona chahiye jo unhe sahi aur galat ka farq samjhaye, khaaskar jab woh stage par perform kar rahe hon." Unke dimaag mein abhi bhi woh 'modern' fashion videos ghoom rahe the, jisse unhe yeh kaam ek zaroori, "moral" duty lagne laga tha.
Jaspreet, jo ab tak chup-chaap chai pee rahi thi, ne apni rohbdaar awaaz mein kaha, "Agar hum jaise log hi peeche hat jaayenge, toh yeh college ka anushasan kaun sambhalega? Humara farz banta hai. Hum sirf professor nahi hain, hum in bachchon ke aacharitra ke nirmaata bhi hain." Unke "authoritative" lehje mein ek nayi si energy thi, unke badalte hue jism aur unchi heels se milta hua ek naya confidence.
Teeno ke "internal conflicts" ab ek naye mod par aakar mil gaye the. Unhone apne beton ki di hui 'duty' ki chaadar ko apni "orthodox" soch ke upar odh liya tha. Isse unhe apne man ke virodhabhas ko shaant karne ka ek bahana mil gaya tha. Modern dance jaisi "fuhad" cheez ka hissa banna ab unke liye ek majboori nahi, balki ek zaroori 'farz' ban chuka tha.
"Toh phir hum teeno ko haan keh dena chahiye," Kavita ne aakhir mein faisla sunaya.
"Haan, hum saath mein rahenge toh theek rahega," Fareeda ne sehmat hote hue kaha.
"Theek hai. Kal subah hum teeno saath mein jaakar Verma ji ko apna faisla suna denge," Jaspreet ne meeting ka anjaam tay kar diya.
Agle din, Guruvaar, 14 August, 2025, ki subah, teeno maaen taiyaar hokar ek saath Principal ke office ki taraf ja rahi thi. Unke chehre par ek gambhir par dridh nishchay ka bhaav tha. College ke corridor mein khade unke beton ne yeh manzar dekha. Unhone dekha ki kaise unki maaen, jo kuch hafte pehle tak bheed ka hissa thi, aaj ek alag hi power aur confidence ke saath chal rahi thi. Unke badle hue kapde, unki nayi chaal, aur unke chehre ka naya glow, sab milkar ek naya prabhav paida kar rahe the.
Unka plan kaamyaab ho chuka tha. Unki maaen ab official taur par uss event ka hissa ban chuki thi jisse woh sabse zyada nafrat karti thi.
'Teen Tigada' group par khushi ka message flash hua.
Rohan: "Mission Accomplished! Biji ne haan keh di!
"Imran: "Meri ammi bhi maan gayi. Team work, bhaiyon!"
Sameer: Sameer ne muskurate hue type kiya. "Yeh toh bas shuruaat hai." Usne apna point balance dekha: 100 Points. Baaki dono usse kahin aage the. Imran (20) aur Rohan (300) ke points mein bhi antar tha [Correction from previous chapter's end state]. Use pata tha ki use jald hi agla kadam uthana hoga. App ne jaise uski soch padh li ho. Uske phone par ek naya task pop up hua.
[SAMEER'S TASK #7: THE INTIMATE INQUIRY]
* Objective: Apni maa se unke naye khareede gaye kapdon ke 'andar' pehenne ke liye zaroori cheezon ke baare mein poocho. "Mummy, aapne yeh nayi kurtiyan toh le li, par inke neeche pehenne ke liye aapke paas matching 'bra' aur 'panty' hai?"
* Condition: Yeh sawaal akele mein, behad bholepan aur 'caring' andaaz mein poochna hai.
* Reward: 450 Points.
Sameer ne task dekha. Uska chehra laal ho gaya. Yeh ab tak ka sabse zyada personal, sabse zyada hadd paar karne wala sawaal tha. Par 450 points ka inaam uske dimaag par haavi ho raha tha.
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Chapter 42: Haddon ke Paar ka Sawaal
Guruvaar, 14 August, 2025. Shaam dhal chuki thi. Sharma Villa mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi. Rajesh Sharma office ke kaam se der se aane wale the. Sameer ke liye, yeh ek perfect mauka tha. Uske dimaag mein uska naya task, ek zehreele saanp ki tarah, phan phailaye baitha tha. Use darr bhi lag raha tha, par 450 points ka laalach uske darr se kahin zyada bada tha.
Usne himmat jutayi aur apni maa, Kavita, ke kamre ki taraf badha. Usne dekha ki Kavita apni almari khol kar, Sunday ko khareede gaye naye kapdon ko देख रही thi. Unhone woh navy blue kurti set haath mein le rakha tha aur use apne shareer se laga kar aaine mein dekh rahi thi. Unke chehre par ek muskaan thi—ek aisi khushi jo unhone barson se apne liye mehsoos nahi ki thi.
Sameer ne dheere se darwaza khatkhataya. "Mummy?"
Kavita ne hadbada kar kurti ko wapas bistar par rakh diya, jaise koi chori karte hue pakdi gayi ho. "Haan? Aa ja."
Sameer andar aaya. Usne bistar par pade kapdon ki taraf ishara kiya. "Yeh sach mein bahut acche hain. Aap parso Cultural Day ki meeting mein yahi pehenna."
"Theek hai, theek hai. Ab jaa, mujhe kaam hai," Kavita ne uski tareef se khush hote hue, par apni sakhti ka naqaab odhe hue kaha.
Sameer wahin khada raha. Usne ek lamba saans liya. "Main toh bas ek cheez soch raha tha..." usne ekdum bholepan aur 'caring' andaaz mein kaha, jaisa ki task mein likha tha. "Mummy, aapne yeh nayi kurtiyan toh le li, yeh itni acchi fitting ki hain... par... par inke neeche pehenne ke liye aapke paas matching 'bra' aur 'panty' hai?"
Yeh sawaal kamre ki hawa mein ek bomb ki tarah phata.
Ek pal ke liye, Kavita sunn ho gayi. Unka chehra pehle safed, phir sharam aur gusse se ekdum laal ho gaya. "SAMEER!" Woh aisi zor se cheekhi ki Sameer ek kadam peeche hat gaya. "Tameez bhool gaya hai tu apni? Yeh... yeh kya behooda sawaal hai? Apni maa se! Apni maa se koi aisi gandi baatein karta hai?" Unki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Unka haath utha, ek zordaar thappad ke liye.
Par phir, jaise waqt ruk gaya ho. Unka utha hua haath hawa mein hi kaanpne laga. Unke "very prude, very orthodox" sanskaron ka gussa, App ke upgrades ke jaadu se takra raha tha. 'Yearning for Validation' upgrade ne unhe apne bete ki 'concern' ke liye kamzor bana diya tha. 'Sensuality' upgrade ne unhe anjaane mein hi apne jism aur apne andar ke kapdon ke baare mein sochna sikha diya tha. Aur sabse bada sach yeh tha ki 'Body Redistribution' upgrade ke kaaran, unke purane, dheele-dhaale undergarments unke naye, shapely jism par sach mein be-dhang lagte the.
Unka gussa ek ajeeb si, gehri sharmindagi aur uljhan mein badal gaya. Woh jaanti thi, ki uske bete ka sawaal jitna galat tha, utna hi... sach bhi tha.
Unka haath dheere se neeche aa gaya. "Nikal ja," unhone ek kaanpti hui, dabi hui awaaz mein kaha. "Nikal ja mere kamre se!"
Sameer, jo abhi ek thappad ki umeed kar raha tha, is reaction se hairaan tha. Woh jaanta tha ki woh jeet gaya hai. Woh bina ek lafz kahe, tezi se kamre se nikal gaya.
Apne kamre mein aakar, usne darwaza band kiya. Uska dil abhi bhi ek express train ki tarah daud raha tha. Uske phone par message chamka. +450 Points.
Updated Leaderboard:
* Sameer: 550 Points (100 + 450)
* Rohan: 300 Points
* Imran: 170 Points
Woh wapas, ek badi lead ke saath, top par tha. Par uski is jeet ki keemat Kavita apne kamre mein akele chuka rahi thi. Woh apne bistar par baithi thi, unki aankhon se aansu beh rahe the. Par is baar, unhone aaine mein apne aks ko ek nayi, aalochnatmak (critical) nazar se dekha. Unhone anjaane mein hi, apni kurti ke upar se, apne purane, simple se bra ke strap ko chua.
Pehli baar apni zindagi mein, Kavita ko apne andar ke kapdon ko lekar sharam mehsoos ho rahi thi. Sameer ke behooda sawaal ne, unke dimaag mein ek aisi nayi zaroorat, ek aisi nayi kami ka ehsaas paida kar diya tha, jiske baare mein unhone kabhi socha bhi nahi tha.
Guruvaar, 14 August, 2025. Shaam dhal chuki thi. Sharma Villa mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi. Rajesh Sharma office ke kaam se der se aane wale the. Sameer ke liye, yeh ek perfect mauka tha. Uske dimaag mein uska naya task, ek zehreele saanp ki tarah, phan phailaye baitha tha. Use darr bhi lag raha tha, par 450 points ka laalach uske darr se kahin zyada bada tha.
Usne himmat jutayi aur apni maa, Kavita, ke kamre ki taraf badha. Usne dekha ki Kavita apni almari khol kar, Sunday ko khareede gaye naye kapdon ko देख रही thi. Unhone woh navy blue kurti set haath mein le rakha tha aur use apne shareer se laga kar aaine mein dekh rahi thi. Unke chehre par ek muskaan thi—ek aisi khushi jo unhone barson se apne liye mehsoos nahi ki thi.
Sameer ne dheere se darwaza khatkhataya. "Mummy?"
Kavita ne hadbada kar kurti ko wapas bistar par rakh diya, jaise koi chori karte hue pakdi gayi ho. "Haan? Aa ja."
Sameer andar aaya. Usne bistar par pade kapdon ki taraf ishara kiya. "Yeh sach mein bahut acche hain. Aap parso Cultural Day ki meeting mein yahi pehenna."
"Theek hai, theek hai. Ab jaa, mujhe kaam hai," Kavita ne uski tareef se khush hote hue, par apni sakhti ka naqaab odhe hue kaha.
Sameer wahin khada raha. Usne ek lamba saans liya. "Main toh bas ek cheez soch raha tha..." usne ekdum bholepan aur 'caring' andaaz mein kaha, jaisa ki task mein likha tha. "Mummy, aapne yeh nayi kurtiyan toh le li, yeh itni acchi fitting ki hain... par... par inke neeche pehenne ke liye aapke paas matching 'bra' aur 'panty' hai?"
Yeh sawaal kamre ki hawa mein ek bomb ki tarah phata.
Ek pal ke liye, Kavita sunn ho gayi. Unka chehra pehle safed, phir sharam aur gusse se ekdum laal ho gaya. "SAMEER!" Woh aisi zor se cheekhi ki Sameer ek kadam peeche hat gaya. "Tameez bhool gaya hai tu apni? Yeh... yeh kya behooda sawaal hai? Apni maa se! Apni maa se koi aisi gandi baatein karta hai?" Unki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Unka haath utha, ek zordaar thappad ke liye.
Par phir, jaise waqt ruk gaya ho. Unka utha hua haath hawa mein hi kaanpne laga. Unke "very prude, very orthodox" sanskaron ka gussa, App ke upgrades ke jaadu se takra raha tha. 'Yearning for Validation' upgrade ne unhe apne bete ki 'concern' ke liye kamzor bana diya tha. 'Sensuality' upgrade ne unhe anjaane mein hi apne jism aur apne andar ke kapdon ke baare mein sochna sikha diya tha. Aur sabse bada sach yeh tha ki 'Body Redistribution' upgrade ke kaaran, unke purane, dheele-dhaale undergarments unke naye, shapely jism par sach mein be-dhang lagte the.
Unka gussa ek ajeeb si, gehri sharmindagi aur uljhan mein badal gaya. Woh jaanti thi, ki uske bete ka sawaal jitna galat tha, utna hi... sach bhi tha.
Unka haath dheere se neeche aa gaya. "Nikal ja," unhone ek kaanpti hui, dabi hui awaaz mein kaha. "Nikal ja mere kamre se!"
Sameer, jo abhi ek thappad ki umeed kar raha tha, is reaction se hairaan tha. Woh jaanta tha ki woh jeet gaya hai. Woh bina ek lafz kahe, tezi se kamre se nikal gaya.
Apne kamre mein aakar, usne darwaza band kiya. Uska dil abhi bhi ek express train ki tarah daud raha tha. Uske phone par message chamka. +450 Points.
Updated Leaderboard:
* Sameer: 550 Points (100 + 450)
* Rohan: 300 Points
* Imran: 170 Points
Woh wapas, ek badi lead ke saath, top par tha. Par uski is jeet ki keemat Kavita apne kamre mein akele chuka rahi thi. Woh apne bistar par baithi thi, unki aankhon se aansu beh rahe the. Par is baar, unhone aaine mein apne aks ko ek nayi, aalochnatmak (critical) nazar se dekha. Unhone anjaane mein hi, apni kurti ke upar se, apne purane, simple se bra ke strap ko chua.
Pehli baar apni zindagi mein, Kavita ko apne andar ke kapdon ko lekar sharam mehsoos ho rahi thi. Sameer ke behooda sawaal ne, unke dimaag mein ek aisi nayi zaroorat, ek aisi nayi kami ka ehsaas paida kar diya tha, jiske baare mein unhone kabhi socha bhi nahi tha.