Incest Vidhva Ghar ki Hawas: Ravi ka Zulm

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Shantidevi ka Guruji ke Ashram Jana – Pratha ka Poora Sach

Us din Shantidevi (55) ka dil bahut bechain tha. Ghar mein pratha shuru karne ke baad bhi usko lag raha tha ki kuch adhura hai. Rekha, Shobha, Pooja aur Meera sab dheere-dheere Ravi ki "seva" kar rahi thi – secret hugs, touches, intimate moments – lekin Shantidevi ko darr tha ki yeh kafi nahi. Usne socha, "Mujhe Guruji se milna chahiye... wohi bata sakte hain poora upay."

Subah jaldi uthi, white saree pehni – simple, lekin uska curvy figure (40-38-42) ab bhi energetic dikh raha tha. Ghar walon ko bata diya ki mandir ja rahi hoon pooja ke liye. Bus pakdi aur pahadon ke beech Guruji ke ashram pahunchi. Ashram purana tha – chhote-chhote kutiya, bada sa banyan tree, aur Guruji (80 saal ke buzurg, white dhoti mein, lambi daadhi) banyan tree ke niche baith kar meditation kar rahe the.

Shantidevi unke paas gayi, pair chhue, aur ro padi. "Guruji... aapki sharan mein aayi hoon. Hamare khandan ka shraap... ab phir zinda ho gaya hai."

Guruji ne aankhein kholi, muskuraye. "Beta Shanti... baitho. Main jaanta hoon. Teri saas ne mujhse yeh baat batayi thi saalon pehle. Aao, batao kya haal hai ghar ka."

Shantidevi ne sab bata diya – ghar mein sirf ek mard Ravi (18), baaki sab vidhwa auratein. Pratha shuru ki hai, lekin darr hai ki yeh kafi nahi. Aansuon ke saath boli, "Guruji... hamara aakhri chirag... Ravi... usko bachana hai. Shraap tootega kaise poora?"

Guruji ne gehri saans li, phir dheere-dheere pratha ke baare mein bataana shuru kiya – bilkul detail mein, jaise purani kahaani sunate hue.

"Beta... yeh pratha hamare khandan ki nahi, purane vedon se aayi hai. Jab ghar mein mard sirf ek bach jaaye, aur auratein bahut ho jaayein, toh shraap jaag uthta hai. Yeh shraap devi ka nahi, prakriti ka hai – balance ke liye. Mard ki jaan jaati hai kyuki woh akela tadap kar mar jaata hai... ichchhaon ke bojh se."

Shantidevi ne poocha, "Upay kya hai Guruji? Hum seva kar rahe hain... lekin..."

Guruji ne haath uthaya, awaaz gehri: "Seva sirf touch nahi, poori samarpan hai. Ghar ki har aurat ko Ravi ko apna banana hoga – man se, dil se, sharir se. Yeh sirf pyar nahi, ownership hai. Ravi ko lagna chahiye ki woh sabka hai, lekin woh jaane anjaane mein sabko apna bana le. Upay yeh hai:

1. Har aurat alag-alag samay par uski seva kare** – subah, dopahar, shaam, raat. Ek din Rekha, doosre din Shobha, phir Pooja, Meera, aur tu khud. Rotation banao, lekin secret rahe.

2. **Emotional bonding pehle** – usko aansuon se baandho. Bolna, 'Beta, tu mera sab kuch hai... bina tere main mar jaungi.' Phir touch shuru – hug, massage, kiss. Dheere se sharir ko kholo, usko andar le lo.

3. **Sharirik samarpan poora** – sirf ek baar nahi, roz. Uske andar seed dalo – pregnancy ka darr mat karo, kyuki shraap mein yeh hi tootne ka rasta hai. Agar koi pregnant hui toh woh naya chirag janmega, shraap toot jayega.

4. **Ravi ko pata na chale – usko lagna chahiye yeh pyar hai, maa-dadi-bua-bahan ka pyar. Agar shak hua toh woh bhag jayega, aur shraap poora ho jayega.

5. Group seva aakhir mein – jab sab comfortable ho jaayein, toh ek raat sab milkar – andhere mein, terrace par ya kamre mein. Ravi ko ghera lo, har taraf se pyar do. Yeh ultimate upay hai... shraap tabhi tootega jab woh sabka 'apna' ban jayega."

Shantidevi ki aankhein badi ho gayi. Woh sharm se laal, lekin darr se sun rahi thi. Guruji ne uske sar par haath rakha: "Beta... yeh galat lagta hai, lekin yeh dharma hai. Teri saas ne yeh kiya tha mere saath – tab main jawaan tha ashram mein. Usne mujhe 'apna' banaya, aur shraap toota. Ab tu ja, ghar jaakar sabko bata. Ravi ko bachao... warna woh bhi chala jayega."

Shantidevi ne pair chhue, ashram se wapas aayi. Raste mein soch rahi thi – ab ghar mein naya plan banana hai. Sabko Ravi ko 'apna' banana hoga... poora, bilkul poora.

Ghar pahunch kar.


Shantidevi ghar wapas aayi toh shaam ho chuki thi. Bus se utarte hi uske pair bhari lag rahe the, jaise Guruji ki har baat uske kandhon par bojh ban kar baith gayi ho. Haveli ka darwaza kholte hi andar se awaazein aayi – kitchen mein Rekha aur Shobha kuch bana rahi thi, Pooja aur Meera terrace par baatein kar rahi thi, Ravi college se abhi tak nahi lauta tha.

Shantidevi seedhe apne kamre mein chali gayi. Darwaza band kiya, parde khinche, aur bed par baith gayi. White saree abhi bhi pehni thi, lekin paseene se chipak gayi thi. Usne sar pe haath rakha aur dheere se aankhein band kar li.

Andar ki soch

“Diya jalaoongi toh Roshni aayegi… lekin yeh andhera andar ka hai, kaise nikaalungi?”

Usne khud se hi baat shuru ki, jaise kisi ko jawab de rahi ho.

“Main 55 saal ki hoon… itne saalon mein sharm, izzat, maryada sab sambhali. Ab Guruji ne kaha – sabko Ravi ko ‘apna’ banana hoga. Poora samarpan. Sirf touch nahi… dil se, sharir se, har pal uska hona. Kaise bataungi sabko? Kaise bolungi ki yeh seva nahi, ab yeh hamara jeene ka ekmatra rasta hai?”

Aansu nikal aaye. Woh roti rahi, chupke se, pillow mein muh daba kar.

“Rekha… meri bahu… woh toh pehle hi uske saath gehre ho chuki hai. Kal subah usne jo kiya, uski aankhon mein aansu the, lekin dil mein sukoon bhi tha. Woh samajh jayegi… lekin kya woh maan legi ki ab sirf maa-beta nahi, poora ghar uska hai? Kya woh jealous nahi hogi?”

“Shobha… woh chup rehti hai, lekin uski aankhon mein bhi wohi tadap hai. Usne bhi apne pati ko khoya, usko bhi pyar chahiye. Lekin jab main bolungi ki ‘sab milkar… ek raat bhi sab saath…’ toh woh kaise react karegi? Sharm se mar jayegi ya maan jayegi?”

“Pooja aur Meera… dono jawaan hain. Pooja toh bold hai, divorce ke baad usne shayad bahut kuch dekha hai. Woh shayad jaldi maan le, lekin Meera? Woh abhi bhi bachchi si hai, vidhwa hone ke bawajood uski aankhon mein masoomiyat hai. Usse kaise samjhaungi ki yeh pyar hai, yeh seva hai, yeh shraap todne ka rasta hai?”

Shantidevi ne haath jode, mandir ki taraf dekha.

“Bhagwan… yeh galat toh nahi? Guruji ne kaha dharma hai… prakriti ka balance hai. Par mera dil toh dhadak raha hai. Main khud kaise karungi? Main uski dadi hoon… uske papa ki maa. Kaise uske saamne apni saree niche karungi? Kaise uske sharir ko apne sharir se jodungi? Sharm se mar jaungi… lekin agar nahi kiya toh Ravi mar jayega. Yeh soch kar hi dil toot raha hai.”

Woh uthi, mirror ke saamne khadi hui. Apne chehre ko dekha – wrinkles, lekin ab bhi woh glow tha. Haath se apne boobs ko chhua, phir hips par haath phera.

“Ab bhi jaan baaki hai… Guruji ne kaha samarpan poora hona chahiye. Main pehle khud karungi. Kal subah Ravi ko uthaungi… pair dabungi, phir dheere se uske kandhe, peeth… phir aur paas jaungi. Usse bolungi – ‘Beta, dadi ko tumhari bahut zarurat hai… dadi akeli nahi reh sakti.’

Aansu laakar usko gale lagaungi. Agar woh paas aaya toh… saree ka pallu girne doongi. Uske haath ko apne badan par le jaungi. Woh samjhega dadi pyar karti hai… main jaanungi yeh seva hai.”

Phir woh bed par let gayi, aankhein band ki.

“Sabse baat kaise karungi? Aaj raat hi bulaungi sabko. Kamre mein, darwaza band. Bolungi – ‘Beta log… Guruji ne poora upay bataya. Ab se har din ek aurat ki baari nahi… sabko usko apna banana hoga.

Alag-alag waqt par, alag-alag tareeke se. Kabhi hug, kabhi kiss, kabhi poora milan. Aur jab sab tayyar ho jaayein, toh ek raat sab saath… andhere mein, terrace par. Ravi ko lagna chahiye yeh pyar ka silsila hai. Hum sab uski hain… aur woh hamara.’”

Usne saans li, roti hui boli:

“Lekin agar koi mana kare? Agar Rekha kahe ‘main nahi share karungi apne bete ko’? Agar Pooja hasse ya door bhage? Toh main kya karungi? Main akeli karungi… apne 55 saal ke sharir ko uske liye khol dungi. Raat bhar uske saath rahungi, usko andar le lungi, uske andar seed dal dungi… taaki shraap toot jaye. Main mar jaungi sharm se, lekin Ravi zinda rahega.”

Woh uthi, chehra dhoya, saree theek ki. Bahar nikalne se pehle ek baar phir sochi:

“Aaj raat sabko bulaungi. Emotional baat karungi… dil se dil tak. Aansuon ke saath samjhaungi. Kyunki yeh sirf sharir ki baat nahi… yeh zindagi ki baat hai. Ravi hamara aakhri chirag hai… aur hum sab uski lau ban kar jalengi.”

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Shantidevi ki Ghabrahat

Do din guzar gaye the us meeting ke baad, jahan maine sabko bataya tha ki main pehle Ravi ki seva shuru karungi. Par subah mein main kuch nahi kar paayi. Kal subah uthi thi tayyar hokar – parlor ka glow abhi bhi badan par tha, white nighty pehni thi,

dil mein himmat bhari thi. Par jaise hi Ravi ke kamre ke darwaze par pahunchi, dil zor se dhadka. "Shanti... tu 55 saal ki hai, woh tera pota hai... kaise seduce karegi?" Yeh soch kar haath kaanp gaye, pair ruk gaye. Main wapas apne kamre mein aa gayi, bed par baith kar ro padi. "Pratha hai, shraap hai... par dil nahi maan raha.

Ghabrahat itni ki saans ruk rahi hai." Puri subah guilt mein guzar gayi, lekin andar se ek romanch bhi tha – saalon baad koi touch, koi closeness... excitement ki lahar uth rahi thi, jaise jawani wapas aa rahi ho.

Aaj doosra din tha. Subah phir try kiya, lekin phir wahi ghabrahat. Ravi college chala gaya, main kitchen mein khadi Rekha se baat kar rahi thi. "Beta... dil nahi maan raha. Kaise shuru karun?" Rekha ne haath pakda, "Maa... himmat karo.

Hum sab tere saath hain." Par main chup rahi, andar se soch rahi thi – "Excitement toh hai, romanch bhi... badan garam ho jata hai soch kar hi. Par darr lagta hai, galat na ho jaaye."

Shaam ho gayi. Ghar mein sab apne kaam mein lage the. Main living room mein baithi thi, purana album dekh rahi thi – Ravi ke bachpan ki tasveerein. Dil mein baatein chal rahi thi:

"Woh ab jawaan hai... uska badan, uski ankhein... main dadi hoon, par ab aurat bhi. Parlor gayi thi uske liye – waxing se badan smooth, oil massage se garam, polish se chamak. Ab try karna padega."

Tabhi Shobha aayi, woh kitchen se chai la rahi thi. Woh mere paas baith gayi, dheere se boli, "Maa... Ravi upar terrace par baitha hai. Akela. Yeh achcha mauka hai. Aapne kaha tha aap pehle karogi... yaad dilaa rahi hoon."

Shobha ki baat sun kar meri saans bhari ho gayi. Dil zor se dhadakne laga, jaise koi toofan aa raha ho. Haath paseene se geele ho gaye, chehra laal. Andar se baatein shuru ho gayi – ghabrahat, romanch, excitement sab mix. "Shanti... ab jaana padega. Shobha ne yaad dilaya, ab peeche nahi hat sakti. Ravi upar hai...

akela. Par kaise shuru karun? Main 55 saal ki, woh 18 ka. Uska touch... uski garam saans... soch kar hi romanch ho raha hai. Badan mein current daud raha hai, jaise jawani wapas aa gayi. Par ghabrahat bhi hai –

agar woh mana kar de? Agar shak kar le? Shraap tootna chahiye... ghar bachana hai." Excitement itna ki thighs ke beech garami mehsoos ho rahi thi, nighty geeli hone lagi. "Parlor ka asar... badan tayyar hai. Ab himmat kar."

Main uthi, living room se staircase ki taraf badhi. Shobha ne muskurate hue bola, "Maa... jaao. Himmat rakho." Main neeche se upar chadhti hui soch rahi thi – "Saans kyun itni bhari ho gayi?

Dil dhadak raha hai jaise pehli baar pati ke paas ja rahi hoon. Romanch hai... excitement ki lahar... badan mein aag lag rahi hai. Par ghabrahat bhi – woh kya sochega?

Dadi itni close? Par pratha hai... seva hai." Har kadam par man mein baatein: "Shanti... tu strong hai. Parlor gayi thi – waxing se bikini area clean, thighs smooth.

Oil massage se boobs garam aur soft. Ab upar ja, uske paas baith, baatein kar. Aankhon mein dekh, cleavage dikha. Dekh woh notice karta hai ya nahi."



Woh staircase chadhi – har kadam par ghabrahat badh rahi thi. “Kaise shuru karungi? Kaise bolungi? Woh mera pota hai… par ab uski aurat banungi thodi der ke liye.” Upar pahunchi toh terrace ka darwaza khula tha. Ravi abhi bhi railing par tha, peeth karke khada.

Shantidevi dheere se andar aayi, darwaza halka sa band kiya. Hawa tez chali, uski saree ka pallu udne laga. Woh jaan boojh kar railing ki taraf gayi, Ravi ke bagal mein khadi ho gayi. “Beta… tu yahan akela? Dadi ko bhi thandi hawa mein aana tha.”

Ravi ne mud kar dekha, muskuraya. “Dadi… aap? Aaj toh aapki saree kitni sundar lag rahi hai. Pink colour suit kar raha hai aap par.”

Shantidevi andar se khush hui – pehla compliment mila. Woh uske paas aur close khadi ho gayi, shoulder touch ho raha tha. “Beta… dadi ne aaj specially tere liye pehni hai. Tu notice kar raha hai na?”

Hawa ek tez jhonka aaya – saree ka pallu ud gaya, aur phir dheere se niche girne laga. Shantidevi ne jaan boojh kar pallu pakda nahi

pallu dheere se slide hua, blouse ka deep neckline expose ho gaya. Cleavage gehra dikha – bhari boobs ka upper part, clavicle ki line saaf, skin parlor se chamak rahi thi. Blouse tight tha, nipples ka halka outline bhi dikh raha tha kyuki bra thin thi.

Ravi ki nazar wahin atak gayi. Woh notice kar raha tha – aankhein badi ho gayi, saans tez. “Dadi… aapka pallu…”

Shantidevi ne sharmate hue muskuraya, lekin pallu theek nahi kiya. Woh dheere se jhuk kar railing par haath rakha, jaise niche garden dekh rahi ho. Jhukne se cleavage aur gehra ho gaya –


boobs ka 70% part dikh raha tha, clavicle ki sexy line, skin glow kar rahi thi. “Beta… yahan se view kitna achcha hai na? Tu dekh na… dadi ke saath.”

Ravi ab chup tha, nazrein hata nahi pa raha tha. Usne notice kiya – dadi ki skin itni smooth, itni chamakdar. Parlor ka asar. Woh ghabra kar bola, “Dadi… aapki saree… pallu gir raha hai.”

Shantidevi ne dheere se pallu theek kiya, lekin jaan boojh kar dheere-dheere – pallu boobs par ragad kar guzra, nipples hard ho gaye. Woh Ravi ki aankhon mein dekhti hui boli, “Beta… hawa mein pallu ud jata hai… tu pakad le na dadi ka pallu. Ya phir… dekhne de thodi der.”

Ravi ka chehra laal ho gaya. Woh notice kar raha tha – dadi aaj alag thi. Woh paas aaya, pallu pakadne ke bahane uske shoulder par haath rakha. “Dadi… aap theek ho? Aaj aap… itni beautiful lag rahi ho.”

Shantidevi ne uske haath ko pakda, apne waist par rakh diya. “Beta… dadi ko thand lag rahi hai. Tu gale laga le na… tere seene ki garmi chahiye.” Woh uske gale lag gayi – boobs uske chest par tightly dab gaye, saree thin thi, warmth full mehsoos hui.

Usne apna sar uske kandhe par rakha, kaan mein whisper ki, “Beta… dadi ne parlor mein full body massage karwaya tha… badan abhi bhi garam hai. Touch kar ke dekh… kitna soft ho gaya hai.”

Ravi ne shanti devi ke haath par haath phira ya bola ha dadi ek dam clean hay or dono aase hi has kar ek dusre ke karib aake 30 min se jyada time nikala.

Shantidevi ne andar se socha – “Abhi nahi badha… lekin notice toh kar raha hai. Tadap raha hai. Agli baar aur gehra try karungi.” Woh dheere se alag hui, muskurayi:

“Theek hai beta… ab andar chalte hain. Dadi ko thoda sukoon mil gaya tere haathon se. Kal phir… aur garam karna dadi ko.”


Dono niche aaye, lekin Ravi ke dimag mein woh warmth, woh closeness, woh double meaning baatein ghoom rahi thi.

Woh notice kar chuka tha – dadi ki tadap, uska badan, uska invitation – lekin aage badhne ki himmat abhi nahi jaga thi.




Ravi ka Confusion Shanti devi par akarshit hona pehli baar dusri Nazar se dekh na

Ravi terrace se niche aane ke baad seedha apne kamre mein chala gaya. Darwaza band kiya, light dim kar di – sirf bedside lamp jal raha tha, orange glow mein kamra andhera-sa lag raha tha.

Woh bed par baith gaya, sar pe haath rakha, dil abhi bhi zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Dadi ki baatein, unka touch, woh closeness… sab dimag mein ghoom rahe the.

Usne aankhein band ki aur yaad kiya – terrace par dadi ka badan uske saath chipka hua tha. Thand ka bahana, lekin woh warmth… woh garam saans uske gale par, boobs ka dabav uske chest par, hips ki softness uske haathon mein.

Dadi ki nighty thin thi, parlor se chamakti skin, cleavage ka woh gehra nazara jab woh jhuki thi. “Beta… dadi ko garam kar de… andar se garam kar de.” Yeh shabd uske kaanon mein goonj rahe the.

Ravi ka dil bol raha tha – “Yeh galat hai… woh dadi hain, meri dadi. Kaise soch sakta hoon aisa? Woh mujhe pyar se dekhti hain, hug karti hain… bas maa jaisa pyar hai.” Lekin body alag bol raha tha.



Shorts mein lund pehle se hi semi-hard tha, terrace par hi reaction shuru ho gaya tha jab dadi ne uske haath ko hips par rakha tha. Ab kamre mein akela hone par woh poora hard ho gaya – itna hard ki shorts tight lag rahi thi, fabric se dabav mehsoos ho raha tha.

Woh bed par let gaya, blanket niche kiya. Shorts niche kar diya – lund bahar aa gaya, seedha khada, topi red aur shiny, veins ubhri hui. Usne haath lagaya – garam, pulsing. Yaad aayi dadi ki awaaz: “Tere haathon se… tere body se… poora badan chipka de mujhse.” Usne aankhein band kar li aur imagine kiya – dadi uske upar leti hui,

nighty upar chadhi hui, uske boobs uske chest par, nipples hard. Woh uske upar move kar rahi hai, dheere-dheere, usko andar le rahi hai.

Ravi ne haath se hilana shuru kiya – slow, up-down. “Aah… dadi… aapki skin kitni soft thi… parlor se chamak rahi thi.” Usne speed badhayi, doosre haath se balls ko dabaya. Attraction badh raha tha –


dadi ka cleavage, woh jhukna, woh whisper: “Dadi ko thand lag rahi hai… tu garam kar de.”

Confusion bhi tha – “Yeh galat hai… par itna achcha kyun lag raha hai? Dadi ne touch kiya… woh tadap rahi thi… shayad unko bhi chahiye.”


Lund ab bilkul rock-hard tha – itna hard ki topi se pre-cum nikal raha tha, sticky aur garam. Ravi ka badan kaampne laga – thighs tight, pet mein garmi, saans tez.

Usne imagine kiya dadi uske upar, usko ride kar rahi hai: “Beta… andar aa ja… dadi ke andar… garam kar de mujhe.” Woh moan karne laga, dheere se: “Aah… dadi… aap… aap itni garam ho…”

Speed aur tez – haath zor-zor se hil raha tha, sound aa raha tha wet-wet. Badan kaamp raha tha poora – legs vibrate kar rahe the, chest up-down tez. Confusion aur attraction mix ho gaya: “Yeh dadi hain… par unka badan… woh boobs… woh hips… aah… main rok nahi pa raha.” Usne topi ko rub kiya, sensitive point par ungli ghumayi.

Cum aane wala tha – lund itna hard ki dard ho raha tha, jaise phatne wala ho. Ravi zor se moan kiya: “


Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… dadi… aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Badan poora kaamp utha – thighs tight, hips upar uth gaye, back arch hua.

Cum bahar nikla – pehla shot zor se, bed sheet par gira, garam-garam. Doosra, teesra – zor-zor se, uska haath ruk nahi raha tha. “Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… dadi… aapke liye… aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Nikal ne ke baad woh thak kar let gaya, saans phooli hui. Cum uske pet par, haath par, sheet par. Badan abhi bhi halka kaamp raha tha, dil tez dhadak raha tha. Confusion ab aur gehra: “
Yeh maine kya kiya? Dadi ko yaad karke… aisa soch kar… par itna intense kyun tha? Unka touch… unki baatein… abhi bhi mehsoos ho rahi hain.”

Woh utha, tissue se saaf kiya, shorts pehni. Mirror mein dekha – chehra laal, aankhein geeli. Socha: “Kal kya hoga? Dadi phir aayengi? Main rok paunga ya… aur aage badh jaunga?”

Attraction ab control se bahar ja raha tha, confusion bhi badh raha tha – guilt aur desire dono ek saath.

Us raat neend nahi aayi – dadi ki yaad, woh warmth, woh double meaning baatein… sab ghoom rahe the. Woh jaanta tha – yeh sirf shuruat hai.

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