Adultery Ak CUCKOLD KI DIARY ( revenge)

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introduction
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4
chapter 5
chapter 6
introduction 2
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 9
chapter 10
chapter 11 page 9
chapter 12 page 10
chapter 13 page 10
chapter 14 page 10
important introduction upadate page 11
chapter 15 page 12
chapter 16 page 12

Chapter 17 page 13 ​

Chapter 18 page 14 ​

Chapter 19 page 15 ​

Chapter 20 page 15 ​

Chapter 21 page 16 ​

Chapter 22 page 16​

Chapter 23 page 16​

Chapter 24 page 17​

Chapter 25 page 20​

Chapter 26 page 21 ​

Chapter 27 page 22 ​

Chapter 28 page 22 ​

Chapter 29 page 23
chapter 30 page 24 latest​

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Ak CUCKOLD KI DIARY ( revenge)

Adultery - Ak CUCKOLD KI DIARY ( revenge)

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Room mein akele baith kar mere dimaag mein bas wahi ek ajeeb sa naam kisi thode ki tarah baj raha tha—'Ram Lal'. Mujhe kisi bhi tarah is ladke ke baare mein poori jankari chahiye thi. Aakhir ye hai kaun jo meri Mom ko is tarah ke wild aur gande messages bhej raha hai? Aur Simran use dekhte hi itni shant kyun ho gayi thi?

Maine jaldi se apna phone uthaya aur apne sabse khaas dost, Amarjeet Singh ko call lagaya. Amarjeet, Baljeet Grover aur Amar Sandhu—ye teeno mere bohot acche dost the aur Delhi mein hi rehte the. Simran ki safety aur uske college mein kisi bhi problem ko yahi log dekhte the.

Phone ki do bell jaane ke baad hi Amarjeet ne call utha liya.

Amarjeet (khushi se): "Arre Tarundeep bhai! Aaj kaise yaad aa gayi is gareeb dost ki? Kaisa hai hamara Ganganagar ka naya Boss?"

Main (apni bechaini chupate hue): "Main theek hoon bhai, tu bata kaisa hai? Aur Delhi ka kya haal hai?"

Amarjeet: "Bas bhai, teri kripa se sab badiya chal raha hai. Bol, aaj achanak kaise call kiya? Sab theek toh hai na? Simran toh theek hai?"

Main (seedhe point par aate hue): "Haan, Simran theek hai. Darasal mujhe tujhse ek ladke ke baare mein pata karna tha. Simran ke hi college mein padhta hai... first year mein hai shayad. Uska naam 'Ram Lal' hai. Tu janta hai kya ise?"

Mera itna bolna hi tha ki do second ke sannaate ke baad phone ke us paar se Amarjeet ki zor-zor se hasne ki aawaz aayi. Uski hasi rukne ka naam hi nahi le rahi thi.

Amarjeet (haste hue): "Hahahaha! Bhai... Ram Lal? Tu uska naam kaise bhool gaya yaar? Hahaha... kya baat kar raha hai Tarun, tu sachi mein bhool gaya use?"

Main thoda confuse aur gusse mein tha.Main (sakht aawaz mein): "Amarjeet, seedhi tarah bata, kaun hai ye ladka? Mujhe uski jankari chahiye. Hasi band kar."

Amarjeet (hasi control karte hue): "Arre Tarun bhai, ye wahi toh chhapri ladka hai jise tune khud apne hathon se cafeteria mein kutte ki tarah maara tha! Yaad kar... pichle baar ki hi toh baat hai jab tu Delhi aaya hua tha Simran ke college mein."

Mera dimaag achanak piche gaya, dhundhli si tasveerein ek dum se saaf hone lagin.

Amarjeet (aage batate hue): "Arre bhai, ye wahi kaala sa, patla-sukha, haddi jaisa ladka hai. Yaad hai jab tu Simran se milne college gaya tha, toh ye himmat karke cafeteria ke beechon-beech Simran ko laal gulab ka guldasta (bouquet) dene pohoch gaya tha? Tune jaise hi use Simran ke paas dekha, tera khoon khaul utha tha."

Amarjeet ke bolte hi mujhe sab yaad aa gaya.

"Tune uski collar pakad kar use sabke saamne zameen par patak diya tha," Amarjeet ne yaad dilaya. "Aur yaad hai tune kya kaha tha? Tune uske kaale rang aur uski aukaat ka bohot ganda mazaak udaya tha. Tune uske muh par wahi guldasta phek kar mara tha aur chillaya tha ki 'Shakal dekhi hai apni aaine mein? Rang tera koyle jaisa hai, aur khwab tu chaand paane ke dekh raha hai? Aukaat mein reh kaalu!' Bhai, us din tune uski jo beizzati ki thi na sabke saamne, wo bechara ro pada tha wahan sabke pairo mein gir kar."

Mera dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Oh my god... ye wahi ladka hai?

Main (dheemi par gusse bhari aawaz mein): "Haan... ab mujhe yaad aa raha hai. Uske baad kya hua tha uska?"

Amarjeet (garv se): "Uske baad kya hona tha bhai? Tune humari duty lagayi thi ki isko aisi saza do ki koi aur kabhi Simran ki taraf aankh uthane ki himmat na kare. Maine aur Baljeet Grover ne mil kar college aur hostel mein uska jeena haram kar diya tha. Uski kitabein phad di thi, uske kapde hostel se bahar fenk diye the. Hum dono ne use ragging ke naam par poore college mein kutto ki tarah zaleel kiya tha. Aur college ke bahar Amar Sandhu ne usko sambhala tha. Do baar raaste mein rok kar uski aisi dhulayi ki thi ki wo theek se chal nahi pa raha tha. Uske baad se wo Simran ki parchhai se bhi darrta tha."

Main (mera dimaag calculations kar raha tha): "Toh abhi kahan hai wo? College aa raha hai?"

Amarjeet: "Kahan college bhai! Pichle ek mahine se toh wo college aur hostel, kahin nazar hi nahi aaya hai. Humne pata kiya toh maloom chala ki usne hostel chhod diya hai. Lagta hai humari aur Sandhu ki maar ke darr se usne college hi chhod diya hai ya kahin aur bhag gaya hai darr ke maare."

Amarjeet apni baaton mein khush ho raha tha ki unhone apna kaam kitne badiya tarike se kiya, par main yahan room mein akele khada pasine se bheege ja raha tha.

Main: "Theek hai Amarjeet... tune bohot acchi information di. Main baad mein call karta hoon tujhe."

Amarjeet: "Koi dikkat hai kya Tarun bhai? Agar saale ne dubara kuch kiya hai toh bol, Sandhu ko bhej kar abhi uska bacha-kucha haath-pair bhi todwa deta hoon!"

Main (apne gusse ko dabate hue): "Nahi bhai, abhi kisi ko kuch mat bolna. Ye matter main khud handle karunga. Main batata hoon tujhe."

Maine jaldi se call cut kar diya. Mera phone mere hath se chhoot kar bed par gir gaya.

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Main us kamre mein thehalne laga. Meri mutthiyan kaske bandh gayi thin aur dimaag ek dam logical aur cold zone mein chala gaya tha. Ek successful businessman ki tarah mera dimaag ab is poore situation ke dots connect kar raha tha.

"Ye koi normal aashiq nahi hai... ye badla hai (Revenge)!" Maine khud se dheemi aawaz mein kaha.

Us din maine uski aukaat aur rang ka mazaak uda kar use meri behen se door rehne ko kaha tha. Aur ab... usne meri sabse badi kamzori, meri Mom ko apna nishana bana liya tha. Use pakka pata hoga ki wo social media profile 'Tarundeep Randhawa' ki Maa ki hai. Ye comments, ye messages... ye sab usne sirf mere ego ko todne aur meri izzat par hamla karne ke liye kiya tha!

Mera pehla instinct tha ki abhi bahar jaaun, Amarjeet aur Sandhu ko bulaun aur us 'Ram Lal' ko dhoondh kar zinda zameen mein gaad doon. Uski himmat kaise hui meri Maa ke jism par itne gande shabd likhne ki?

Par tabhi... jaise dimaag ki us sakht deewar ko todte hue Laxmi ki zehreli baatein mere kaano mein goonjne lagin.

Maine aaine mein khud ko dekha. Mera dimaag ek ajeeb aur wild kashmakash mein ghir chuka tha.Ek taraf mera gussa tha ki ek 18 saal ke duble-patle, gande se ladke ne meri Maa ko target kiya hai.Par dusri taraf... wo wahi ladka tha jisne aise wild aur tapte hue comments likhe the, jinhe sunkar meri pavitra aur strict Mom sharam se laal ho gayi thin. Un comments mein itni aag thi ki unhe sunkar mera land pant phaadne par utaaru ho gaya tha.

"Wo ek kamzor, patla sa 18 saal ka ladka hai..." maine aaine mein khud ko ghoorte hue calculations kiye, "Par uski baaton ne Mom ke thande pad chuke jism mein ek aag lagayi hai. Maine Mom ke liye ek 'bade land' wale takatwar mard ka wada kiya tha. Kya wo kaala, dubla sa ladka meri Mom ki zaroorat poori kar sakta hai? Ya wo sirf baaton ka sher hai?"

Mera 'Business Mind' ab ek naye, dark direction mein sochne laga tha. Use marna bohot aasan tha. Par ab baat sirf badle ki nahi thi. Baat us promise ki thi jo maine subah bathroom mein khud se kiya tha. Mujhe us ladke se milna hoga. Mujhe dekhna hoga ki aakhir wo 'Ram Lal' jo Simran se thappad kha kar ro pada tha, wo achanak meri Mom ke liye itna khatarnak aur domintaing 'Aashiq' kaise ban gaya! aur kya mom bhi us ki ye commet pasnd karte he unhone use block to kar deya he par abhi bhi whatsaap par block nahe kiya he gar mom reply na bhi de to whatsaap par massge padhne par blue tik ata he ki samne wale ne massig padh leya he aur isa he chalta nahe mere kuch samjh nahe aa raha tha ki is sitwasion me kya karu kis se help lo

Maine bed par baith kar ek gehri saans li aur apna phone utha kar dubara Laxmi ka number dial kiya. Mere dimaag mein itne sawaal the ki unka jawab sirf Laxmi hi de sakti thi.

Phone ki do bell gayi aur Laxmi ne call utha liya.

Laxmi (haste hue): "Kaho sahab? Itni jaldi is Laxmi ki dubara yaad aa gayi? Lagta hai abhi bhi aag thandi nahi hui hai."

Main (gambhir aawaz mein): "Laxmi, mazak chhod. Mujhe us aadmi ke baare mein pata chal gaya hai jo Mom ki photos par wild comments kar raha tha aur unhe WhatsApp par messages bhej raha hai."

Laxmi (excited hokar): "Arre waah sahab! Ye toh bohot acchi khabar hai. Batao, kaun hai wo khushnaseeb? Koi bada neta, ya aapke jaisa hi koi tagda ameer businessman?"

Main (dheere se): "Nahi Laxmi... wo koi bada aadmi nahi hai. Wo ek 18 saal ka ladka hai. Bilkul dubla-patla, gareeb aur koyle jaisa kaala. Aur sabse badi baat... ye wahi ladka hai jise maine ek saal pehle meri behen ki taraf dekhne ke jurm mein kutto ki tarah peeta tha aur poore college ke saamne zaleel kiya tha. Uska naam Ram Lal hai."

Phone ke dusri taraf do second ka sannata chha gaya. Aur phir achanak... Laxmi zor-zor se hasne lagi. Uski hasi itni tez aur zehreli thi ki mere kaan jhinjhana gaye.

Main (gusse mein): "Isme hasne ki kya baat hai Laxmi?"

Laxmi (haampte hue): "Hahaha... aaha sahab! Ye toh sone par suhaga ho gaya! Aapki kismat aur aapka ye naya shauk, dono hi kamaal ke hain. Mujhe toh lagta tha ki aap ek aam cuckold hain, par aapki kahani toh bilkul filmi nikli."

Main (confuse hokar): "Mera dimaag phat raha hai Laxmi. Ek 18 saal ka chhapri ladka, jiski meri aukaat ke aage koi wajood nahi hai, wo meri Mom ke jism ki itni baariq aur gandi taareef kaise kar sakta hai? Aur meri Mom... wo gusse se block karne ki jagah uske comments se sharma rahi thi!"

Laxmi (shatir lehje mein): "Sahab, ise aashiqi nahi, ise 'Badla' (Revenge) kehte hain! Usko aapki Maa se koi sacha pyaar thodi hai. Aapne us ladke ki aukaat poore samaj ke saamne dikhayi thi, uska rang dekh kar use zaleel kiya tha. Ab wo apni aukaat aapki Maa ko bistar par dikhayega! Usne jaan-bujh kar aapki sabse badi kamzori par hamla kiya hai. Use maloom hai ki jab aapki itni royal, khubsurat aur pavitra Maa us 'Ram Lal' jaise bhikari ke aage apne kapde utaregi, toh aapki saari akad aur aukaat wahi dher ho jayegi!"

Ye sunte hi mera dil zor se dhadka. Mere land mein ek baar phir se movement hone lagi. Laxmi meri dukhdi rag par haath rakh rahi thi.

Main (apne aap ko rokte hue): "Par Laxmi... maine khud se wada kiya tha ki Mom ke tapte hue jism ke liye main ek takatwar aur 'bade land' wala mard launga. Ye Ram Lal toh sukhi haddi jaisa hai. Ye meri Mom ki aag kya bhujayega?"

Laxmi (ek gandi hansi ke sath): "Sahab, aap businessman ho, par aurton aur mardon ke in raazon ke maamle mein bilkul kachhe ho. Kisne kaha ki duble-patle aur kaale ladkon ke paas takat nahi hoti? Aapne uske kapde utaar kar uska hathiyar dekha hai kya? Kabhi-kabhi in bhookhe, sukhe aur gareeb ladkon ke paas itna lamba, kala aur sakht hathiyar hota hai ki bade-bade tagde gym wale mard bhi unke aage paani bharte hain.

Jis bhookh aur badle ki aag mein wo jal raha hai na, jab wo aapki Maa ki chudayi karega toh unki saari nazakat nikal dega."
Mera jism buri tarah tapne laga tha. Maine aankhein band ki aur dimaag mein apne aap ek tasveer banne lagi—Meri gori, 54 saal ki royal aur bhare-poore jism wali Mom, us kaale aur patle Ram Lal ke aage bina kapdon ke leti hain. Ram Lal badle ki aag mein unke doodh jaise gore jism ko apne kaale hatho se noch raha hai.

Laxmi (aage bolte hue): "Aur socho sahab... kahan aapki Mom ek rani ki tarah, aur kahan wo Ram Lal ek naukar jaisa! Ek naukar jab ek malkin ki ijjat loot'ta hai,

toh dekhne wale ko jo nasha milta hai, wo kisi aur cheez mein nahi hai. Aapki behen ka chhoda hua ek kachra, aaj aapki Mom ke jism ka malik banne wala hai. Socho sahab... kaisa lag raha hai ye sab soch kar? Bura lag raha hai ya... maze se pant phat rahi hai?"


Main (haampte hue): "Aaha... fuck Laxmi... tu daayan(chudel,witch) hai bilkul. Tu mere dimaag mein zeher ghol rahi hai. Par... par mujhe ye sun kar bohot ajeeb si garmi mehsus ho rahi hai. Mera... mera khada ho gaya hai us duble, kaale Ram Lal aur Mom ke baare mein soch kar."

Laxmi: "Yahi toh sachai hai sahab! Aapko abhi tak us ladke ka land thodi na pata hai. Shayad aapki Maa ki jism ki aag ko bhujane ka ilaj usi ke paas ho. Ab aap socho aapko kya karna hai. Apni izzat bacha kar us bacche ko marna hai, ya apni Maa ko unka haq dilwana hai aur khud ko ek aisa maza dena hai jiske aage duniya ki saari daulat feeki hai?"

Laxmi ne meri dimaag ki saari nasen khol di thi. Ek taraf mera samaj aur ego tha, aur dusri taraf ek aisi gandi aur uttejit karne wali fantasy jisme Ram Lal badla lene ke liye meri Mom ko apne bistar par istemal kar raha ho.

Main (pakke irade se): "Laxmi... main use marunga nahi. Main dekhna chahta hoon ki is 'Ram Lal' mein aisi kya aag hai jo meri Mom tak pohoch gayi. Main unhe uske paas le jaunga, par apne tarike se..."

Laxmi (muskurate hue): "Good boy, sahab. Ab hui na asli mardon wali baat. Khel shuru kijiye, mujhe pata hai aage bohot maza aane wala hai."

Laxmi ne call kaat diya. Aur main bed par let kar Ram Lal ke aage apne agle kadam ke baare mein sochne laga.

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Raat ke kareeb 1 baj chuke the. Mera dimaag Ram Lal aur Mom ke baare mein soch-soch kar is qadar bechain ho chuka tha ki ab mujhse aur intezar nahi ho raha tha. Mujhe uski har ek baat, har ek message padhna tha. Main janta tha ki Mom aur Harseerat apne suite (14G) mein gehri neend so rahi hongi. Maine master key uthayi aur dabe paon unke kamre ki taraf chal diya.

Darwaza bina aawaz kiye khola. Andar ghup andhera tha aur AC ki halki-halki aawaz aa rahi thi. Mom bed ke ek taraf so rahi thi aur Harseerat dusri taraf. Mom ka phone side table par rakha tha. Mera dil zor se dhadak raha tha, par maine himmat karke unka phone uthaya. Unka password mujhe pata tha (meri aur Simran ki birthdate).

Maine jaldi se apne phone mein Chrome browser khola, 'Desktop Site' on ki aur WhatsApp Web khol liya. Phir Mom ke phone se WhatsApp open karke 'Linked Devices' par gaya aur apne phone ka QR code scan kar liya. Ek second mein hi Mom ka poora WhatsApp mere phone ke Chrome browser mein load ho gaya. Maine chupchap Mom ka phone wapas wahi rakha aur wahan se nikal kar dabe paon apne kamre mein aa gaya.
Kamre mein aakar maine jaldi se WhatsApp Web par 'Ram Lal' ka chat open kiya. Chat khulte hi mere hosh ud gaye. Pichle 7 dinon se wo lagatar Mom ko messages bhej raha tha. Har din 3-5 messages.

Sabse badi hairaani aur gaur karne wali baat ye thi ki har message par 'Blue Ticks' (Seen) the! Yani Mom ne uska ek-ek message khol kar, dhyan se padha tha. Par unki taraf se ek bhi reply nahi tha. Ek single dot tak nahi. Us ladke ki flirting waqai next-level thi. Ek anubhav shuda lover ki tarah usne Mom ko apne shabdon ke jaal mein gherne ki poori koshish ki thi.

Maine messages padhna shuru kiya, aur har message ke sath mere andar ka toofan aur meri Maa ke liye mera garv dono badhte ja rahe the.

Day 1 (Pichle Hafte):

• 08:30 AM: "Good Morning meri rani... Aaj subah uthte hi sabse pehle aapki DP dekhi. In kaali aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa nasha hai, poora din nikal jayega is nashe mein."
  • Mera Reaction: Kaali aankhein... is chhapri ki himmat kaise hui meri Mom ko 'rani' kehne ki? Par Mom ne ise subah-subah hi padh liya tha aur khamosh rahi.
• 02:15 PM: "Aapne mera message dekha, par reply nahi kiya? Koi baat nahi, aapki khamoshi bhi mujhe aapse aur jod rahi hai."
  • Mera Reaction: Ye padh kar mera seena chouda hone laga. Koi aur aurat hoti toh ab tak gusse mein ya aakarshan mein kuch toh bol deti, par meri Mom ki khamoshi unki takat thi.
• 11:45 PM: "Good Night... Par main janta hoon aaj raat aapko neend nahi aayegi, kyunki aapke khwabon mein aaj main aane wala hoon."
  • Mera Reaction: Kya sach mein us raat Mom ko neend aayi hogi? Ya wo bistar par karvatein badal rahi thi?

Day 2:

• 09:00 AM: "Uth gayi aap? Socha tha subah-subah aapke in makhmali gore hothon ko choom kar uthaunga. Khair, Good Morning!"
  • Mera Reaction: 'Makhmali gore hoth'... mera land tight hone laga. Iski baaton mein itni wild garmi thi ki patthar bhi pighal jaye.
• 04:20 PM: "Aap suit pehenti hain toh lagta hai jaise poori duniya ki khubsurati aapke us dupatte ke piche chhup gayi ho. Aapke bhare-poore husn ka dewaana ho gaya hoon main."
  • Mera Reaction: 'Bhara-poora husn'. Uski is bold baat par bhi Mom ne sirf blue tick diya. Unka self-control kitna ahha tha.
• 10:30 PM: "Neend aa rahi hai? Mujhe toh aapki wo jism ki mehak apne aas-paas mehsus ho rahi hai. Meethi neend aaye aapko."

Day 3:

• 10:15 AM: "Aaj baarish ho rahi hai... pata nahi kyun par baarish ki in boondon ko dekh kar mujhe aapka bheega hua gora jism yaad aa raha hai. Aisa lag raha hai jaise aapke jism ki aag is thande mausam ko aur garm kar rahi hai."
  • Mera Reaction: Aaha... f*ck! Isne seedha Mom ke jism ki aag par waar kiya. Ye message padh kar toh pakka Mom ki saansein atki hongi, par phir bhi unhone khud par kaabu rakha!
• 05:40 PM: "Reply nahi karengi? Mujhe pata hai aap padh rahi hain aur padh kar aapki saansein tez ho rahi hain. Aapka dil zor se dhadak raha hai na?"
  • Mera Reaction: Ram Lal ne bilkul theek pakda tha. Mom ki saansein zaroor tez hui hongi, par unki ungliyon ne keyboard par ek lafz nahi type kiya. What a strong woman!
• 11:55 PM: "Ek din main aapke in hothon ko itni zor se choomunga ki aapke saare dard aur ye akelepan ki thakaan choos lunga. Good night meri jaan."
  • Mera Reaction: Akelepan ka dard... wo janta tha ki Mom andar se kitni akeli hain. par kise kya use simrn ne batya hoga ya mom ki sociyl media par bio me pada us ne

Day 4:

• 08:10 AM: "Good Morning! Aaj sapne mein maine aapko apne kaale aur mazboot hathon mein utha rakha tha. Aapka wo mulayam jism meri baahon mein pighal raha tha."
  • Mera Reaction: 'Kaale mazboot hath'... meri aankhon ke saamne subah wala wo sapna ghoom gaya. Mera jism tapne laga.
    
    
• 03:00 PM: "Aapne white suit pehna tha ek photo mein... usme aap kisi Rani ki tarah lag rahi thi. Par sach bataun? Mere bistar par aap bina kapdon ke aur bhi zyada payare lagengi."
  
  
  
  • Mera Reaction: Bistar par bina kapdon ke?! Main gusse aur ek ajeeb si hawas se pagal hone laga. Itni gandi baat padh kar bhi Mom ne use gaali tak nahi likhi? Unka dherya kisi devi se kam nahi tha.
• 10:10 PM: "Aapki saari jhijeek nikal dunga main. Bas ek baar milne ki ijazat de do. Aapke jism ki saari tapish aur aag main apne andar sama lunga."

Day 5:

• 09:30 AM: "Subah ho gayi meri apsara. Aapke khayalon ne raat bhar pareshan kiya. Kab tak apne jism ko is tarah kaid karke rakhogi?"
  
  
  
  • Mera Reaction: Ye sach tha. Mom ne apne jism ko saalon se kaid kar rakha tha.
• 06:15 PM: "Aapki umar 54 hogi duniya ke liye, par mere liye aap ek 18-19 saal ki kamsin ladki he se bhi zyada garam aur jawan ho. Aapka bhara hua seena mujhe pagal kar deta hai."
  • Mera Reaction: Isne Mom ke bhare hue seene ka zikr kiya... aur meri pant mein tambu puri tarah tan gaya.
    
    
    
• 11:20 PM: "Aapki umar ne aapko bohot dard diya hai. Ek vidhwa ka dukh main samajh sakta hoon. Par aapka ye roop safed rang ke liye nahi hai. Is par mere pyaar ka laal rang apki mang me chadhega."
  
  
  • Mera Reaction: Ye padh kar meri aankhon mein nami aa gayi. Isne Mom ke vidhwa hone ke us gehre dard ko chhua tha. Duniya ki koi bhi aam aurat is waqt ro padti aur is emotional sahare ke aage ghutne tek deti. Par meri mom... Randhawa khandan ki bahu, unhone is dard ko bhi akele hi pee liya, par apni izzat par aanch nahi aane di!

Day 6:

• 08:45 AM: "Good morning... Aaj bhi aapne reply nahi kiya. Par main janta hoon, meri ye baatein aapke akelepan mein aapka sahara ban rahi hain."
• 02:30 PM: "Mujhe pata hai aapke bache hain, izzat hai... par kab tak unki khatir apni khushiyon ka gala ghot'ti rahengi? Mujhe aapke jism se khelna nahi hai, mujhe iski ibadat karni hai."
  • Mera Reaction: 'Bache aur Izzat'... Mom meri aur Simran ki wajah se hi apne is tapte hue jism ko daba kar baithi thin. Mera dil unke liye aur bhi bhar aaya.
• 10:45 PM: "Meri jaan... raat bohot akeli hai. Kash aaj main aapke paas hota, aapke un gore naram pairo ko daba raha hota aur aap mere pyaar ke nashe mein doobi hotin."
  • Mera Reaction: Ahaha... kitna romantically wild tha ye!

Day 7 (Aaj ke messages):

• 09:15 AM: "Ek na ek din aap apne in usoolon ko tod kar meri baahon mein aayengi. Kyunki ek aurat apne jism ki pukar ko zyada der tak daba nahi sakti. Good Morning."

• 05:00 PM: "Aaj mall mein shopping karne aayi thi na? Aapne jo chote kapde liye hain, wo mere samne pehan kar dikhana. Main pagal ho jaunga."
  • Mera Reaction: WHAT?! Mera dimaag hil gaya. Wo kutta mall mein aas-paas hi tha! Usne unhe chote kapde lete dekh liya tha. Itni badi baat padh kar toh koi bhi aurat darr ke maare panic karti aur 'Tum kahan the?' type karti. Par Mom? Phir se wahi Blue Ticks! Wo darr mein bhi shant rahin!
• 11:30 PM: "Soh jao rani. Par yaad rakhna, aapki in thandi aur akeli raaton ka ilaj sirf mere pas hai."

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Messages padh kar mera dimaag sunn ho chuka tha. Mera jism aag ki tarah tap raha tha aur land dukhne laga tha. Ram Lal ki baaton mein itna gehra nasha, itni wild aur itni shatir tha, ki agar uski jagah koi bhi aam aurat hoti—chahe wo kitni bhi modern ya strict kyun na ho—wo kab ki haar maan chuki hoti. Wo kab ki uske is shabdon ke jaal mein pighal kar uske bistar tak pohoch chuki hoti. ya police complain kar dete

Par meri Mom... wo ek 54 saal ki aurat theen, do bacchon ki maa theen, aur ek vidhwa theen. Unke kandhon par poore Randhawa parivaar ki izzat ka pahaad tha.

Unhone 7 din tak us ladke ke ek-ek gande, besharam commnet padhe the, unhein 'Seen' kiya tha. Main poori tarah soch sakta tha ki raat ke andhere mein akele ye messages padhte waqt unke thande pad chuke jism mein kitne jhatke lagte honge. Unki saansein kitni tez hoti hongi, unki dil ki dhadkan kanpti hogi aur unki chut mein kitna paani aata hoga us 'ilaj' ki ummeed mein.

Par in sabke bawajood... mera seena garv se chauda ho gaya. Unki pavitrata, unke sanskar, unki khaan-daani izzat, aur apne bacchon (mere aur Simran) ke khayal ne unhe ek lohe ki deewar ki tarah khada rakha tha. Unhone ek bhi message ka reply nahi kiya! Ek bindu (dot) tak bhejne ki kamzori nahi dikhayi! Wo andar hi andar tadap rahi theen, is nasheele pyaar ko pee rahi theen, par apni zubaan aur apni ungliyon se unhone apne sanskaron ka bandh tootne nahi diya tha. Is duniya mein shayad hi aisi aurat ho!

Main wahi bed par baitha, phone ko ghoorta raha. Mere andar Mom ke liye izzat aur respect pehle se lakh guna badh gayi thi. Wo waqai ek devi jaisi theen.

Par iske sath hi... Laxmi ka zeher mere andar poori tarah apna asar kar chuka tha. Main janta tha ki Mom chahe jitni koshish kar lein, Ram Lal ke shabdon ne unke andar ki saalon se dabbi hui aurat ko jaga diya tha. Wo bahar se devi theen, par andar se ek pyaasi aurat jo ek 'asli mard' ke land ko chahti theen.

"Mom..." maine khud se haampte aur garv se fafakte hue kaha, "Aap kitni mahan hain. Aapne hamare liye apne jism ko maar diya. Aap apne sanskar nahi tod sakti... par aapka ye beta ab aapko aur tadapne nahi dega. Agar aap khud aage badh kar is samaj ke niyam nahi tod saktin... toh main aapke liye is samaj ke saare niyam tod dunga. Aapki aag main bujhaunga, Mom."

 

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आप इस वक्त दो स्टोरी लिख रहे हो हमसे तो एक भी नही लिखी जाती सुपर हो आप

thank you par me do story nah lrkha rah hu
phale story
ahaat 2022-23 se chal rahe he par aaj tak complet nahe hui is leye mene orignal writer se primission le kar is ka chpter 2 write kiya aur ise complte kar raha hu

aur dusre story​

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Ak CUCKOLD KI DIARY ( revenge) ye ak short story he jo time na mil pane ki vajh se chote chote updet aa rahe he , nahe to me ise phale he complet kar deta ye ak orignal real life story he names chnag he bas sab ki aap dekhe he sakte he kitne detelis he is me kise ak beta ak rand k bato me akr apne maa aur bhin chudwa deta he laxmi rand he us ki chut ne itne land leye he ki uki chut ka bhosda ban gaya he 6-7 inch ki land jab andr jate he to use pata he nahe chalta he kuch andr gaya bhi he us ke
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