Adultery Ammi Rafat Ka Transformation - Son's POV

[pisslover008]

Introduction -

• Ammi: Rafat (42) – Sundar, curvy (38-28-40), shareef ammi. Bahar dupatta pehenti hai, ghar mein attractive aur modestly dressed rehti hai. Shuru mein bahut conservative aur reluctant hai lekin story me dhere dhere zina ki rah pe jayegi.

• Husband: Parvez (48) – Kamzor, passive, beta male. Shuru mein bilkul oblivious, baad mein ek broken namard cuck ban jaata hai.

• Beta: Abdul (18) – Kamzor, shy, wimpy school student, total mama’s boy.

• Sana - Abdul's GF and Cousin (Khala ki Beti) Supporting Role Only

• Main Bully: Rudra – Strong, extremely dominant, gym-built, well-hung, intelligent mastermind, BSS cult ka leader.

• Supporting Bullies: Ravi (Rudra ka sabse close), Kundan, Umesh aur Raghav.

(AGAR FULL MAZA CHAHIYE STORY PADHNE KA TOH UPER JO AMMI KI PHOTO HAI USE SAVE KARKE OPEN KARLO AUR STORY KO NOTEPAD PE COPY PASTE KARKE SIDE BY SIDE PADHO SPLIT-WINDOW ME BAHUT MAZA AYEGA)

 

[hottisboy]

Thankyou, glad koi toh samajhdaar nikla.

Are bhai aap apne tarike se likho bahut acchi story h ye gif vagera ke chakkar mein mat pado

 

[ShaifBD]

Thankyou, glad koi toh samajhdaar nikla.

Thanks, I rarely comment on stories.

Likhne hai to Kuch BHI likha ja sakta hai Lekin ye sirf writer ko hi pata hota hai ki kitna thought process se guzarna padta hai.

So koi Kuch bhi bole writer should go with his flow. As a reader, my humble request is that every writer should complete his story

 

[pisslover008]

Chapter 29


Rafat sofa par jhuki hui baithi thi, haathon mein chehra chhupaye hue.


Uski saansein abhi bhi tez thi.


Drawing room mein ab phir se khamoshi aa chuki thi — lekin woh khamoshi ab aur bhaari lag rahi thi.


Rudra ja chuka tha.


Darwaza band ho chuka tha.


Aur Rafat… akeli reh gayi thi.


Kuch lamhon tak woh bilkul hilli nahi.


Jaise jism aur dimag dono alag ho gaye ho.


Phir achanak usne gehri saans li… aur seedhi baith gayi.


Usne jaldi jaldi apne kapde theek kiye — dupatta sambhala, kameez set ki, baal theek kiye. Ungliyan ab bhi kaanp rahi thi.


“Main… main kya kar rahi hoon…” usne dheere se kaha.


Woh khadi hui… aur ek pal ke liye poore room ko dekha.


Sofa. Balcony. Darwaza.


Jaise har cheez usko yaad dila rahi ho.


Uska dil aur tez dhadakne laga.


“Nahi… control mein aana hoga…”


Woh tezi se bedroom ki taraf gayi.


Darwaza band kiya.


Kuch seconds tak bas khadi rahi… phir bed ke paas baith gayi.


Usne side table se ek purani diary uthai.


Kuch pal tak usko dekhti rahi… phir usse khola.


Pen uthaya.


Uska haath kaanp raha tha.


Woh likhne lagi—


“Yeh galat hai. Yeh repeat nahi hoga. Main apni life control karungi.”


Lafz seedhe nahi aa rahe the.


Kabhi ruk jaati… kabhi phir se likhti… kabhi line kaat deti.


Aankhon se aansu gir kar pages par gir rahe the.


Woh likh rahi thi… lekin zyada likh nahi paa rahi thi.


Usne diary band kar di.


Saans bhari.


Phir aankhein band karke seedha baith gayi.


Dheere dheere saans andar… phir bahar…


Jaise woh khud ko calm karne ki training de rahi ho.


“Bas… control… bas control…” woh dheere se bol rahi thi.


Kuch der baad…


Woh bedroom se bahar aayi.


Chehra ab bhi laal tha… aankhein suji hui thi.


Lekin is baar usne khud ko busy karne ka decision liya.


Seedha kitchen mein gayi.


Sink mein bartan uthaye… aur zor se maanjne lagi.


Paani tez beh raha tha.


Uske haath mechanical ho chuke the.


Ek bartan… phir doosra… phir teesra…


Phir slab saaf kiya… phir shelf… phir floor…


Har cheez ko baar baar clean karna…


Jaise woh ghar nahi…


apne dimag ka shor saaf kar rahi ho.


“Main strong hoon…” woh dheere se bol rahi thi.
“Main yeh sab band kar dungi…”


Lekin har baar jab woh rukti…


Dimag phir wahi chala jaata.


Woh lamhe.


Woh ehsaas.


Woh confusion.


Woh turant aankhein khol deti… aur aur tez kaam karne lagti.


Jaise rukna matlab sochna… aur sochna matlab tootna.


Doosri taraf…


Abdul college ke ek kone mein baitha tha.


Uske haath mein phone tha.


Spy cam ka live feed chal raha tha.


Is baar screen par sirf Ammi ka breakdown tha.


Na koi awaaz… na koi confrontation…


Sirf ek insaan jo khud ko sambhalne ki koshish kar raha tha.


Abdul ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye.


“Ammi…” usne dheere se kaha.


Usko samajh nahi aa raha tha kya kare.


Bas dekh raha tha.


Shaam dhalne lagi thi.


Roshni dheere dheere kam ho rahi thi.


Rafat finally thak kar bedroom mein aayi.


Woh bed par baith gayi… phir dheere se let gayi.


Usne diary ko apne seene par rakh liya.


Aankhein band kar li.


Neend nahi aayi.


Sirf ek gehra dard… aur ek ajeeb sa khali pan.


Kuch der baad usne dheere se kaha:


“Main kabhi nahi tootungi…”


Silence.


Phir uske andar se ek halki si awaaz aayi—


Jo usne khud bhi ignore karne ki koshish ki.


Yeh waada… utna strong nahi tha jitna woh samajh rahi thi.
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Raat ke around 11:50 baj chuke the. Rafat bed par leti hui thi, aankhein band kiye, lekin neend door bhagi hui thi. Din bhar ki ladai, balcony ka dar, aur Rudra ke saath hua sab kuch uske dimag mein ghum raha tha. Uski saansein bhari hui thi. Uski chut abhi bhi halki si jalan kar rahi thi.
Usne khud se kaha, “Main kabhi nahi tootungi… kabhi nahi baat karungi usse… meri izzat ke liye… meri family ke liye…”
Tabhi uska phone vibrate hua. Drawer mein rakha phone ki roshani kamre mein fail gayi.
Rafat ne aankhein kholi. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi. Usne drawer khola aur phone uthaya.
Rudra ka video call request tha.
Rafat ka dil zor se dhadak utha. Uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi jab usne call reject karne ki koshish ki, lekin phone phir se vibrate hua.
Usne call uthaya, lekin camera off rakha. Uski awaaz toot rahi thi.
“Beta… please… aaj mat karo. Main… main bahut pareshan hoon. Parvez ghar aane wale hain. Main tumse baat nahi karna chahti.”
Rudra ki narm, gehri awaaz aayi.
“Aunty… camera on karo na. Bas ek minute. Aapko dekhna chahta hoon. Aap bahut pareshan lag rahi ho. Main sirf aapki madad karna chahta hoon.”
Rafat ki aankhein band ho gayi. Uski haya zor se lad rahi thi. Uski ungliyan phone par kaanp rahi thi. Woh call cut karne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin Rudra ne phir se request bheja.
“Aunty… bas ek baar. Aapko dekh kar hi mujhe sukoon milta hai. Aap bahut akeli lag rahi ho.”
Rafat ki saansein tez ho gayi. Uski aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Woh kuch pal chup rahi, phir dheere se camera on kar diya.
Screen par uska chehra aa gaya — sooji aankhein, laal chehra, dupatta sar par.
Rudra ka chehra screen par tha. Woh bed par let gaya tha. Usne apna shirt upar kiya aur apna sakht lund dikha diya.
“Aunty… aap bhi dikhao… bas ek baar. Aapko bhi chahiye na?”
Rafat ki saansein tez ho gayi. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi. Uski haya aur gehra dard dono lad rahe the. Woh dheere se apna dupatta side par kiya. Uski bhari choochiyan salwar suit ke andar ubhar rahi thi.
“Malik… yeh bahut galat hai… agar Parvez ya Abdul ne dekh liya toh…” uski awaaz toot rahi thi.
Rudra ne apna lund haath mein pakad kar hilana shuru kar diya.
“Aunty… aap bhi apni chut ko chho lo. Mere saath… bas ek baar.”
Rafat ki ungliyan apne salwar ke andar chali gayi. Uski chut pehle se geeli thi. Jab usne apni ungli andar daali toh woh kaanp gayi.
Dono ek dusre ko video par dekh rahe the. Rudra ka haath tez ho raha tha. Rafat ki saansein phool rahi thi. Uski aankhon se aansu beh rahe the, lekin uski ungli andar-bahar ho rahi thi.
“ufff… yeh galat hai… main maa hoon… lekin… aaahhh… main rok nahi paa rahi…” uski awaaz dheemi moan mein badal rahi thi.
Rudra ne dheere se kaha, “Aunty… jaldi se… mere saath jhad jao.”
Rafat ka badan kaanp utha. Woh zor se jhad gayi, uski chut se ras nikal aaya. Rudra bhi jhad gaya, screen par uska cum dikhai de raha tha.
Rafat ne turant call cut kar diya. Woh bed par let gayi aur zor-zor se ro padi. Uski haathon mein chehra chhupa hua tha.
“Main… main kya kar rahi hoon… video call par… apni chut ko chhoo rahi thi… mere bete ke dost ke saath… yeh gunah hai… bahut bada gunah…”
Der raat ghar mein lights dim ho chuki thi. Rafat bedroom se bahar aayi, Uski saansein abhi bhi bhari hui thi. Woh drawing room mein aayi aur sofa par baith gayi, haathon mein chehra chhupaye hue.
Tabhi main door khula. Parvez thaka hua andar aaya. Uske peeche Abdul bhi aaj derr se college se laut chuka tha. Abbu aur ammi ke pochne pebol diya college me extra classes thi...

“Rafat… khana ready hai kya?” Parvez ne dheere se poocha, bag side mein rakhte hue.
Rafat ne jaldi se uth kar muskurane ki koshish ki. “Haan… garam kar deti hoon.”
Teeno dining table par baith gaye. Rafat ne rotiyan garam karke serve ki. Parvez ne roti li aur khane laga. Abdul chupchaap baitha tha, uski nazar Ammi par thi.
Dinner ke dauran khamoshi thi. Parvez ne dheere se kaha,
“Aaj office mein bahut kaam tha. Tum dono theek ho na?”
Rafat ne sirf sar hila diya. Uski awaaz halki thi.
“Haan… sab theek hai.”
Abdul ne Ammi ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein chinta aur gussa dono the.
“Ammi… aapka chehra uda hua kyun hai? Kuch problem hai kya?”
Rafat ne muskurane ki koshish ki, lekin muskurahat adhuri rah gayi.
“Nahi beta… bas thak gayi hoon. Ghar ka kaam tha.”
Parvez ne Rafat ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein chinta thi.
“Rafat… kuch din se tum bilkul alag lag rahi ho. Agar kuch hai toh batao. Hum miya-biwi hain.”
Rafat ne roti ke tukde ko plate mein ghumaya. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi.
“Parvez… sab theek hai. Bas… thoda time do.”
Abdulapne mann me - "hana abbu sab theek hai kyunki ammi ko abb gairmard ka lund pasand a gaya hai, saali randi kitni jaldi isney rudra ke jhoote dawo pe yakeen karliya chii, seedha bol na lund ki bhooki hai raand"

Dinner khatam hone ke baad teeno uth gaye. Rafat ne bartan saaf kiye. Parvez bedroom ki taraf chala gaya. Abdul apne room mein chala gaya.
Rafat bedroom mein aayi. Parvez bed par let chuka tha. Rafat ne dupatta utara aur bed par let gayi. Uski aankhein band thi, lekin neend door bhagi hui thi.
Parvez ne uski taraf mudkar haath badhaya, lekin Rafat ne dheere se uska haath hata diya. Parvez ne kuch nahi bola. Woh chupchaap let gaya.

 

[pisslover008]

Guys Arc 4 complete ho gayi.

Ab mai story ko kaafi change karunga taki wo sab log jo kuch new new ideas dere messages me unko bhi stroy me integrate kar sakun....story abse kahi kahi pe bahut slow ho jayegi without any sex scenes and kahi kahi pe ekdum se bahut brutal sex scenes a jayengey...i hope you enjoy.

P.S - kuch log mujhse dm me poch rahe they ki whats the motive of rudra for doing all this. i think apne story ki starting arc 1 dhyaan se nahi padhi, reason mene bataya tha...Rudra wants to break Abdul by turning his Sweet, Shareef, Loyal Ammi into a whore.

 

[pisslover008]

Chapter 30


Subah ki dheemi roshni kitchen ki khidki se andar ghus rahi thi. Rafat chulhe ke paas khadi thi, parathe sika rahi thi, lekin uske haath jaise kisi aur duniya mein the. Raat bhar uski aankh na lagi thi. Video call ke woh lamhe — apni ungliyan apni chut mein daalte hue Rudra ke lund ko dekhte hue jhadna — baar-baar uske dimag mein ghum rahe the.
Uski aankhein sooji hui thi. Chehra thaka aur murjhaya hua. Dupatta sar par kas kar lapeta hua tha, jaise uski izzat ab bhi us chhote se kapde ke tukde mein sambhali hui ho.
Parvez table par baitha akhbar padh raha tha. Abdul apne room se niche utar kar aaya. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi. Raat bhar woh spy cam ke live feed par Ammi ko dekhta raha tha — uski aansu, uski moan, uski laalach.
“Beta… garam paratha hai,” Rafat ne dheere se kaha, awaaz mein thakaan saaf jhalak rahi thi. Usne Abdul ke plate mein do parathe rakhe aur chai ka cup aage badhaya.
Abdul ne Ammi ka chehra dekha. Sooji aankhein, halki si kampan haathon mein. Usko sab pata tha. Usne sirf sar hila diya aur chup-chaap baith gaya.
Parvez ne akhbar side par rakha aur muskurate hue bola, “Aaj office jaldi nikalna hai. Meeting hai. Tum log khana kha lena.”
Rafat ne Parvez ke plate mein paratha rakhte hue uske kandhe par haath rakha — jaise usko rokna chahti ho, jaise usse maafi maangna chahti ho bina kuch kahe. Parvez ne uska haath pakad liya aur halke se dabaya.
“Rafat… kal raat ke baad se tum bahut chup ho. Theek ho na?”
Rafat ki ungliyan uske haath mein kaanp gayi. Usko Rudra ke garam cum ki yaad aa gayi jo uski chut mein bhar gaya tha. Uski aankhein nam ho gayi.
“Haan… bas thak gayi hoon. Ghar ka kaam…”
Abdul ne roti ke tukde ko plate mein ghumaya. Uski nazar Ammi ke chehre par thi. Usko lag raha tha Ammi ka chehra ab alag tha — ek gehra raaz uske andar chhupa hua tha. Usne apne chhote lund mein halki si harkat mehsoos ki aur turant khud se nafrat karne laga.
Breakfast ke dauran table par sannata chhaya hua tha. Sirf belan ki halki awaaz aur chai ke cup ki khanak sunai de rahi thi. Rafat khud kuch nahi kha rahi thi. Sirf chhote-chhote ghunt paani pi rahi thi.
“Beta… college mein dhyaan rakhna,” usne Abdul se dheere se kaha, uske sar par haath pherte hue. Uski ungliyan thodi der uske baal mein ruk gayi — jaise beta ko pakad kar rona chahti ho.
Abdul ne sirf “Haan Ammi” kaha. Uski aankhon mein dard tha. Woh jaanta tha ki Ammi raat bhar kya kar rahi thi.
Parvez office ke liye nikal gaya. Abdul bhi bag uthakar darwaze ki taraf badha, lekin peeche mudkar Ammi ko ek lambi nazar dekha. Rafat kitchen ke counter par khadi thi, haathon se counter ko pakde hue, aankhein band kiye.
Jab ghar sunsaan ho gaya, Rafat sofa par baith gayi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi. Usne phone uthaya, Rudra ka last message dekha, phir turant delete kar diya.
“Bas… ab nahi. Yeh aakhri baar tha,” usne khud se kaha, awaaz toot rahi thi.
Lekin uske andar ek gehra shak baith chuka tha — Parvez aur Abdul ke baare mein. Rudra ke bheje fake photos aur videos uske dimag mein ghoom rahe the. Woh uthi aur phir se ghar saaf karne mein lag gayi — zor-zor se, jaise har jhadu aur pocha uske gunah ko saaf kar dega.
Uppar apne room mein Abdul roshandaan ke paas baitha tha. Spy cam ka feed abhi bhi uske phone par chal raha tha. Woh Ammi ko dekhta raha — uski safai, uske aansu, uski bechaini.
Uska dil toot raha tha. Lekin usne camera band nahi kiya.....


College ke corridors mein sasti disinfectant aur cigarette ke dhue ki smell faili hui thi. Dopahar ki dhoop purani khidkiyon se andar ghus rahi thi, floor par lambi parchhaiyan daal rahi thi. Abdul sar thoda jhukaye chal raha tha, bag kandhe par latka hua, kaan mein earphones laga hue the lekin music off tha. Aaj usko music ki zarurat nahi thi. Uski apni awaazein kaafi tez thi.
Har kadam ke saath raat wale scenes uske dimag mein wapas aa rahe the.
Ammi sofa par… Rudra uske upar… uski ungliyan uski peeth par kas rahi thi… woh dabki hui moan jo usne chupane ki koshish ki thi…
Uski pet mein gath si ban rahi thi. Sharam. Gussa. Aur kuch aur gehra, jiska naam woh khud se bhi nahi lena chahta tha.
“Abe Abdul… aaj bhi mummy ka tiffin laya hai kya?”
Peechhe se Vicky aur uske do dost aa gaye, muh par wohi purani muskurahat ke saath. Abdul ruk gaya. Uski ungliyan bag ke strap ko zor se pakad li.
Uske bolne se pehle ek bhaari awaaz peeche se aayi.
“Problem kya hai bhai?”
Rudra tha. Lambe kad ka, relaxed shoulders, woh confidence jo seniors ko bhi hichkicha deta tha.
Vicky ka muskurana ruk gaya. “Arre Rudra bhai… bas mazak kar rahe the.”
“Mazak khatam,” Rudra ne thande se kaha. “Abdul mera dost hai. Samajh gaya?”
Seniors kuch burburakar chale gaye. Rudra ne Abdul ki taraf mudkar uske kandhe par haath rakh diya — wohi haath jo kal raat uski Ammi ke jism par tha.
“Chal, canteen chalte hain. Tu aaj bahut tense lag raha hai dost.”
Abdul ne sirf sar hila diya. Jaate hue Rudra normal baatein karta raha — exams, cricket, nayi bike. Bilkul normal. Bilkul dost jaisa.
Lekin Abdul ka dimag kahin aur tha. Baar-baar uski Ammi ka chehra aa raha tha — aansu, laalach, aur woh tootapan jo usne pehli baar dekha tha. Usko Rudra se nafrat thi. Apne aap se aur zyada. Aur sabse bura yeh ki woh dekhne se rok nahi pa raha tha.
Canteen mein corner table par baithkar Rudra ne cold coffee ka sip liya.
“Ghar mein sab theek hai na?” usne casual andaaz mein poocha, aankhein tez.
Abdul ne muskurane ki koshish ki. “Haan… sab theek hai.”
Rudra dheere se sar hila diya, jaise satisfied ho. “Teri Ammi bahut acchi hai yaar. Itni caring. Tu bahut lucky hai.”
Lafz zeher ki tarah lage. Abdul ki ungliyan chair ke kinare ko zor se pakad li. Woh chillana chahta tha. Lekin usne sirf plate ko dekha.
Free period mein woh ek khali classroom mein chala gaya aur phone khola. Spy cam ka live feed load hua. Ammi kitchen mein thi, pehle se saaf counter ko aur zor se ragad rahi thi. Uska dupatta thoda sarka hua tha. Gardan par Rudra ke daanton ke halke nishaan dikhai de rahe the.
Abdul ki saans atak gayi. Ushe sab delete kar dena chahiye tha. Ammi se baat karni chahiye thi. Bhagna chahiye tha.
Lekin woh sirf dekhta raha.


Shaam ki halki roshni curtains se andar aa rahi thi jab doorbell baji.
Rafat kitchen mein khadi thi, knife haath mein, sabzi kaat rahi thi. Uska dil ek pal ke liye ruk sa gaya. Woh awaaz pehchaan li thi — woh bike ki engine ki awaaz uske dimag mein ab daag ban chuki thi.
Usne haath pochhe, dupatta theek kiya aur darwaze ki taraf badhi. Jaise koi armor pehen rahi ho. Darwaza khulte hi Rudra apni purani muskurahat ke saath khada tha. Uske saath ek aur jawan ladka tha — lamba, gym wala badan, tez chehra aur shararti aankhein.
“Aunty, namaste,” Rudra ne pyaar se kaha. “Yeh mera close friend Ravi hai. College project ke notes lene aaya tha. Andar aa jaayein?”
Rafat ka gala sookh gaya. Ravi ki nazar uske jism par ghumi — na zyaada gandi, na bilkul bekhabar. Usne izzat se sar jhukaya.
“Namaste Aunty, Sorry takleef ho rahi hai.”
Rafat andar ki taraf hat gayi. “Andar aaiye… chai bana deti hoon.”
Dono ladke andar aaye. Drawing room achanak chhota sa mehsoos hone laga. Rafat kitchen mein chali gayi, peeche har harkat mehsoos kar rahi thi. Unki nazrein us par thi.
Rudra aur Ravi sofa par baith kar college ki baatein karne lage. Har thodi der baad Rudra awaaz thodi unchi karke bolta, taaki Rafat sun sake.
“Aunty ki chai ki koi misaal nahi,” usne casually kaha.
Ravi halke se hasa. “Haan bhai, sunna toh tha. Aunty sach mein bahut acchi hain.”
Rafat ke haath kaanp rahe the jab usne tray taiyar ki. Jab woh chai lekar bahar aayi, dono ladke uth khade hue. Jab woh jhuki toh dupatta thoda sarka. Usne jaldi se theek kiya, lekin dono ki nazrein us pal pakad chuki thi.
Rudra ne cup lete hue uske haath ko halke se chhua — jaan-bujhkar, der tak. Ravi dekh raha tha, aankhon mein khuli dilchasp.
“Aunty, aap thak gayi lag rahi hain,” Rudra ne pyaar bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Kuch madad chahiye toh bataiye. Ravi bhi bahut helpful hai.”
Ravi muskuraya. “Haan Aunty. Koi bhi kaam — bulb change, heavy samaan, bas bol dena.”
Rafat ka chehra garam ho gaya. Woh kuch dheemi si baat karke kitchen ki taraf mud gayi, lekin Rudra ki awaaz peeche tak pahunchi.
“Baithiye na Aunty. Thodi der baat kar lete hain.”
Woh ruk gayi. Parvez ghar aane wala tha. Abdul bhi jaldi aa sakta tha. Khatra uske jism par physical weight ki tarah mehsoos ho raha tha.
Phir bhi woh wapas mud gayi. Single sofa ke kinare par baith gayi, haath god mein bandh kar.
Pehle baatein normal rahi — college, mausam, mohalla. Phir dheere dheere lahanga badla. Uske khane ki tareef. Ghar sambhalne ki. Uski umar ke hisaab se “kitni young aur sundar” dikhne ki.
Har lafz uski deewar par chot maar raha tha.
Ravi thoda aage jhuka. “Aunty, aap itni simple aur shareef hain… aajkal aisi auratein bahut kam milti hain.”
Rafat ne nazrein neeche kar li. Uski ungliyan dupatte ke pallu ko zor se pakad rahi thi. Andar sharam aur ek gaddar si garmi lad rahi thi.
Bees minute baad jab main darwaza khula — Parvez jaldi aa gaya tha — teeno abhi bhi baith hue the. Rafat itni jaldi uthi ki uski chai ka cup lagbhag girne wala tha.
Parvez andar aaya, thaka hua lekin muskurate hue. “Arre Rudra beta… aur yeh?”
“Ravi, mera dost,” Rudra ne smoothly haath milate hue kaha.
Char logon mein baatein hone lagi. Parvez ko sach mein khushi thi ki Abdul ke aise “achhe aur zimmedaar” dost hain. Usne unko dinner ke liye bhi invite kar diya.
Rafat peeche khadi thi, dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Woh dekh rahi thi — do jawan ldke apne drawing room mein aaram se baith hue the, aur uska shouhar unko dekh kar muskurah raha tha.
Bhrashtaachar ab sirf andhere mein nahi tha.
Woh ab khule aam uske ghar mein ghus aaya tha.

 

[pisslover008]

Chapter 31

Shaam ke chaar baje the. Mohalle ki community hall mein halki si hawa chal rahi thi. Har saal ki tarah is baar bhi “Mohalla Welfare Meeting” rakha gaya tha — baarish ke baad sadak ki marammat, paani ki problem, aur kuch aur chhoti-chhoti baatein.
Rafat dupatte ko kas kar seene par lapete hue hall ke ek kone mein baithi thi. Uska chehra abhi bhi thoda uda hua tha. Subah se lekar ab tak usne ghar ko teen baar saaf kiya tha, lekin andar ka toofan abhi bhi shant nahi hua tha.

Naseem Baji uske paas baithi thi, uska haath pakde hue.
“Rafat… tu theek toh hai na behen?” Naseem ne dheere se poocha. “Usdin jab main aayi thi tab bhi tera chehra uda hua tha. Aaj bhi lag raha hai jaise raat bhar soyi nahi.”
Rafat ne muskurane ki koshish ki, lekin woh muskurahat adhuri aur majboor thi.
“Bas… thak gayi hoon Baji. Ghar ka kaam, Abdul ki padhai… sab kuch sambhalna padta hai.”
Naseem ki aankhon mein chinta gehri thi. Woh thoda aur paas khisak gayi aur dheere se boli,
“Mohalle mein log baatein kar rahe hain. Parvez ke baare mein… aur Abdul ke college ke baare mein bhi. Tu mujhse chhupa rahi hai kya?”

Rafat ka dil zor se dhadak utha. Uski ungliyan dupatte ke pallu ko aur zor se pakad li. Rudra ke bheje woh fake photos aur videos uske dimag mein phir se ghoomne lage.
“Baji… sab jhooth hai. Logon ki zubaan chalti rehti hai. Mere ghar mein sab theek hai.”
Lekin uski awaaz mein woh purana mazbootpan nahi tha.
Tabhi hall ke darwaze par harkat hui. Rudra aur Ravi andar aaye. Dono ne simple kurta-pajama pehna hua tha, lekin unki presence hall mein alag hi mehsoos ho rahi thi. Rudra ki nazar seedhi Rafat par padi. Woh halke se muskuraya — woh muskurahat jo sirf usko samajh aati thi.
Rafat ne turant nazrein neeche kar li. Uska chehra garam ho gaya.
Meeting shuru hone ke baad bhi uski tasveerein uske dimag se nahi hat rahi thi. Log bol rahe the sadak aur paani ke baare mein, lekin uske kaan mein sirf Rudra aur Ravi ki dheemi baatein goonj rahi thi. Dono ladke hall ke dusre taraf baithe the, lekin unki nazrein baar-baar uski taraf aa rahi thi.
Ek baar jab chai ka round chala, Rudra khud utha aur Rafat ke paas aaya. Usne cup badhate hue uske haath ko halke se chhua.
“Aunty… aap theek ho na?” usne itni dheemi awaaz mein poocha ki sirf woh sun sake.
Rafat ne sirf sar hila diya. Uski ungliyan cup ko zor se pakad rahi thi.
Ravi door se dekh raha tha, uske honthon par halki si shararti muskaan thi.
Meeting khatam hone ke baad jab log bahar nikal rahe the, Naseem Baji ne phir se Rafat ka haath pakda.
“Rafat… agar kuch bhi ho toh mujhe bata dena. Tu akeli mat ladna.”
Rafat ne sirf muskurakar jawab diya, lekin andar se woh toot rahi thi. Mohalle ki auratein uski taraf dekh rahi thi. Kuch log dheere se baatein kar rahe the. Sab kuch normal lag raha tha… lekin kuch badal chuka tha.
Ghar lautte waqt bike ki awaaz peeche aayi. Rudra aur Ravi uske peeche-piche aa rahe the. Rafat ne jaldi se ghar ka darwaza khola aur andar chali gayi.
Lekin woh jaanti thi — ab yeh sirf uske ghar tak seemit nahi raha tha.
Yeh ab poore mohalle mein failne laga tha.


Do din baad dopahar ka waqt tha. Parvez office chala gaya tha aur Abdul college mein tha. Ghar mein sirf Rafat thi.
Woh drawing room mein sofa par baithi thi, haathon mein tasbeeh, lekin uski ungliyan ruk ruk kar chal rahi thi. Dimag kahin aur tha.
Tabhi doorbell baji.
Rafat ka badan sakht ho gaya. Woh jaanti thi kaun aa sakta hai.
Darwaza kholte hi Rudra aur Ravi dono muskurate hue khade the.
“Aunty… notes lene aaye the,” Rudra ne normal andaaz mein kaha. “Abdul ne bola tha ghar par hi mil lenge.”
Rafat ne andar aane diya. Ab ghar mein sirf teeno the.
Pehle kuch der baatein normal chali — college, project, mausam. Lekin dheere dheere mahaul badalne laga.
Rudra uske bilkul paas baith gaya. Ravi sofa ke dusre taraf.
“Aunty… aap bahut pareshan lag rahi hain,” Rudra ne dheere se kaha aur uske kandhe par haath rakh diya. “Thoda relax karo.”
Rafat ka badan kaanp utha. Usne haath hataane ki koshish ki, lekin Rudra ne dheere se pakad liya.
Ravi muskurate hue aage badha. “Aunty, aap sach mein bahut sundar hain. Itni shareef aur itni… attractive.”
Uski ungliyan Rafat ke haath par halke se phir gayi. Rafat ki saansein tez ho gayi.
“Beta… yeh… yeh galat hai,” uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi. “Parvez aur Abdul ghar aane wale hain…”
Lekin dono ladke nahi hate. Rudra ne uske kaan ke paas muh lagakar dheere se kaha,
“Aunty… aapko pata hai na ki hum aapko hurt nahi karenge. Bas thoda feel karne do.”
Ravi ne uske dusre taraf se haath badhaya aur uski kamar par halke se haath phera. Rafat ka pura jism current ki tarah kaanp utha. Uski chut mein phir se woh gehra geelapan feel hone laga, jo usko aur sharminda kar raha tha.
Woh sofa par baithi rahi, dono taraf se do jawan ladkon ke haathon mein. Unki ungliyan uske jism par dheere-dheere ghum rahi thi — kamar, kandha, aur kabhi-kabhi thighs tak.
Rafat ki aankhein band ho gayi. Aansu uske gaalon par behne lage.
“Ya rab… mujhe maaf kar do… main kya kar rahi hoon…”
Lekin usne unka haath poori tarah nahi hataya.
Bahari darwaze ki taraf se bike ki awaaz aane lagi — shayad Abdul aa raha tha.
Rudra aur Ravi ne muskurate hue haath hata liye. Jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
“Phir milte hain Aunty,” Rudra ne dheere se kaha.
Rafat sofa par baithi rahi, haathon mein chehra chhupaye hue. Uski saansein phool rahi thi. Uski haya ab bahut kamzor ho chuki thi.
Aur yeh sirf shuruaat thi.


Raat ke nau baj chuke the. Ghar mein lights dim ho chuki thi. Rafat bedroom mein bed par baithi thi, ghutne seene se lagaye hue. Uske haath mein phone tha, lekin uski nazar us par nahi thi. Dimag abhi bhi dopahar ke us scene mein atak hua tha — Rudra aur Ravi ke haath uske jism par… woh halke sparsh… woh bechaini.
Tabhi phone baj utha.
Screen par “Baji” naam chamak raha tha.
Rafat ne ek gehri saans li aur call utha li. Uski awaaz halki aur thaki hui thi.
“Ji Baji… salam.”
Naseem Baji ki awaaz mein chinta saaf jhalak rahi thi.
“Rafat… behen, theek nahi lag rahi teri awaaz. Kal community meeting mein bhi tera chehra uda hua tha. Ab bata sach bata… ghar mein kya chal raha hai?”
Rafat ki ungliyan phone ko zor se pakad li. Uski aankhein nam ho gayi.
“Baji… sab theek hai. Bas… thoda sa tension hai. Abdul ki padhai, Parvez ka office… routine kaam.”

Naseem ne gehri saans li.
“Rafat, tu mujhse chhupa rahi hai. Mohalle mein log baatein kar rahe hain. Kuch aurtein bol rahi thi ki Abdul college mein galat ladkon ke saath dikhta hai. Aur Parvez ke baare mein bhi… office ke bahar kisi aur aurat ke saath…”
Rafat ka dil zor se dhadak utha. Rudra ke bheje woh fake photos aur video phir se uske dimag mein ghoomne lage. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
“Baji… yeh sab jhooth hai. Log bas time pass karte hain. Mere parivar mein aisa kuch nahi.”
Lekin uski awaaz mein conviction nahi tha. Naseem ko yeh mehsoos ho gaya.
“Rafat… Sana ke baare mein bhi bahut sun rahi hoon. Woh ladke ke saath ghoomti hai. Main usko bahut samjhaati hoon, lekin woh nahi manti. Tu bhi usse baat kar. Tum dono mein bahut banti hai.”
Rafat ne aankhein band kar li. “Baji… main baat karungi usse,” usne dheere se kaha.
Naseem ki awaaz mein pyar aur chinta dono thi.
“Rafat… agar tere ghar mein kuch bhi problem ho toh mujhe bata dena. Main teri badi behen hoon. Teri izzat mujhe apni izzat jaisi lagti hai. Akeli mat ladna.”
Call cut hone ke baad Rafat phone ko seene se laga kar baith gayi. Aansu uske gaalon par behne lage.
“Ya rab… main kiske liye itni izzat sambhal rahi hoon? Mera beta… mera shouhar… sab log mujhe dhokha de rahe hain kya?”
Woh uthi aur phir se ghar saaf karne lagi — raat ke is waqt bhi. Jaise har jhadu uske andar ke gandh ko saaf kar dega.
Uppar apne room mein Abdul pura call sun raha tha (cloned phone). Uski aankhon mein aansu the. Woh apni Ammi ki tootati hui awaaz sun kar khud ko rok nahi pa raha tha.

 

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Chapter 32

Agli shaam kuch alag thi.
Parvez office se jaldi aa gaya tha. Haath mein ice-cream ka packet aur kuch mithai. Uske chehre par thodi si muskurahat thi — jaise purane dinon ki yaad aa rahi ho.
“Rafat… aaj office mein chhutti mil gayi thi. Socha family ke saath time spend kar lein,” usne kaha aur packet table par rakha.
Rafat kitchen se bahar aayi. Uska chehra thoda udas tha, lekin usne muskurane ki koshish ki.
“Bahut accha kiya aapne.”
Abdul bhi niche aa gaya. Teeno drawing room mein baith gaye. Parvez ne ice-cream serve kiya. Kuch der purani baatein hui — shaadi ke din, Abdul bachpan ki shaitaniyan, purane mohalle ki yaadein.
Rafat chup-chaap sun rahi thi. Kabhi-kabhi muskurati thi, lekin uski aankhein door kahin thi. Har baar jab Parvez uska haath pakadta, usko Rudra aur Ravi ke haath yaad aa jaate the — woh sparsh jo Parvez kabhi nahi de paaya tha.
Abdul sab notice kar raha tha. Uski Ammi ka woh bejaan muskurana, woh door-doorpan. Usko bahut takleef ho rahi thi.
Parvez ne Rafat ke kandhe par haath rakh kar pyaar se kaha,
“Rafat… kuch din se tu bahut chup rehne lagi hai. Agar mujhse koi shikayat hai toh bata. Hum miya-biwi hain.”
Rafat ne uske haath par apna haath rakh diya. Uski aankhon mein aansu aa gaye the, lekin usne rok liya.
“Parvez… aap theek ho. Bas… main thak gayi hoon.”
Parvez ne usko gale lagaya. Rafat ne bhi gale lagaya, lekin uske andar ek gehra dard tha. Yeh gale lagna… yeh pyaar… sab kuch itna kamzor mehsoos ho raha tha Rudra ke aggressive touch ke saamne.
Raat ko jab sab so gaye, Rafat bed par leti rahi. Parvez uske paas so chuka tha. Abdul upar apne room mein spy cam dekh raha tha.
Rafat ne aankhein band ki, lekin neend nahi aayi.
Uske dimag mein ek sawal baar-baar ghoom raha tha:
Kya main ab bhi usi aurat hoon jo main pehle thi?

Agle din-

Doosre din dopahar mein ghar mein khamoshi thi. Parvez office chala gaya tha aur Abdul college mein tha. Rafat drawing room mein baithi thi, tasbeeh haath mein, lekin uski ungliyan ruk rahi thi. Dil mein abhi bhi kal raat ki family time ki yaadein ghum rahi thi — Parvez ka gale lagna, Abdul ka udaas chehra, aur uske andar ka woh gehra dard.
Tabhi phone baja.
Rudra.
Rafat ne screen dekha aur ek pal ke liye socha call na uthane ka. Lekin haath khud-ba-khud uth gaya.
“Haan…” uski awaaz halki thi.
“Aunty… aaj bahar chalte hain. Ravi bhi saath hai. Thoda mood change ho jayega,” Rudra ne narm awaaz mein kaha.
Rafat ne turant mana karne ki koshish ki. “Nahi beta… main ghar se bahar nahi ja sakti. Log dekhte hain… meri izzat…”
Lekin Rudra ne dheere se insist kiya. “Bas mall chalenge. Thodi der shopping kar lenge. Koi nahi jaanega. Aap itni pareshan ho… thoda sa fresh ho jaaiye.”
Pachaas minute baad…
Rafat bike ke peeche baithi thi. Usne ek simple salwar suit pehna tha, dupatta kas kar lapeta hua. Rudra aage tha aur Ravi apni bike par peeche-peeche aa raha tha. Har baar jab bike tez mod leti, Rafat ka badan Rudra se lipat jaata. Uski saansein tez ho rahi thi.
Mall pahunch kar jab teeno andar gaye, Rafat ko lag raha tha jaise har aankh usi par hai. Ek shareef ammi do jawan ladkon ke saath — yeh nazara logon ko zaroor notice ho raha tha.
Rudra ne uska haath pakad liya aur escalator ki taraf le gaya. “Aunty, relax. Normal chalo.”
Escalator par chadhte waqt Rudra peeche khada tha. Usne dheere se Rafat ki kamar par haath rakh diya. Rafat ka badan kaanp utha. Log aas-paas the. Koi bhi dekh sakta tha.
“Beta… yahan mat…” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha.
Lekin Rudra ne haath nahi hataya. Uski ungliyan halke-halke uski kamar par ghum rahi thi. Ravi neeche se upar dekhte hue muskuraya.
Upar pahunch kar dono ladkon ne Rafat ko ek branded store mein le gaye. Wahan unhone usko kuch modern tops aur kurtis try karwaaye — woh wale jinka gala gehra tha aur fitting tight.
Rafat trial room se bahar aayi toh uska chehra laal tha. Ek deep neck kurti uske bhari choochiyon par tight pad rahi thi. Dupatta se bhi chhup nahi pa rahi thi.
Rudra ki aankhein chamak rahi thi. “Aunty… bahut sundar lag rahi ho.”
Ravi ne bhi sar hila diya. “Sach mein Aunty… aapko aise hi rehna chahiye.”
Rafat ne jaldi se trial room mein wapas jaane ki koshish ki, lekin Rudra ne usko rok liya. Usne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha,
“Aunty… aapko sharam kyun aa rahi hai? Aap meri ho. Log dekh rahe hain toh dekhne do.”
Rafat ki saansein phool rahi thi. Uski chut mein phir se woh bechain geelapan feel ho raha tha. Woh sharm se mar rahi thi, lekin andar kahin ek naya ehsaas bhi jag raha tha.
Mall ke food court mein baith kar jab teeno ice-cream kha rahe the, Rudra ne table ke neeche apna haath Rafat ki jaangh par rakh diya. Ravi baat kar raha tha, lekin uski nazar bhi wahi thi.
Rafat ne haath hataane ki koshish ki, lekin Rudra ne pakad liya. Uski ungliyan dheere-dheere upar ki taraf badh rahi thi.
“Beta… please… yahan log hain…” uski awaaz bilkul dheemi thi.
Lekin dono ladke nahi ruke. Public jagah par, bheed ke beech, woh dheere-dheere usko desensitize kar rahe the.

Dopahar ke baad shaam dhalne lagi thi. Mall mein roshniyan aur tez hoti ja rahi thi. Rafat Rudra aur Ravi ke beech mein chal rahi thi. Uska dil abhi bhi tez dhadak raha tha. Trial room mein woh gehre gale wale tops try kar chuki thi jisey rudra ne zii karke usko pehne rehne ko kaha tha, jahan dono ladkon ki nazrein uske jism par lagi rahi thi. Har baar jab woh bahar aati, unki tareefon ne uski haya ko aur kamzor kiya tha.
“Bas… ab ghar chalte hain,” Rafat ne dheere se kaha, dupatta kas kar seene par lapete hue. “Bahut der ho gayi hai.”
Rudra ne muskurate hue uska haath pakad liya. “Aunty… abhi toh sirf shuruaat hai. Thoda aur time spend kar lete hain. Aap itni pareshan rehti hain ghar mein… ek baar bahar maze kar lo.”
Ravi ne bhi saath diya. “Haan Aunty. Ek jagah hai paas mein… bahut acchi jagah hai. Light music, thoda dance… aapko bilkul naya feel hoga. Koi nahi jaanega.”
Rafat ne turant sar hila diya. “Nahi beta… main aisi jagah nahi ja sakti. Main ek maa hoon… shareef ghar ki aurat hoon… dance… yeh sab mere liye nahi hai.”
Lekin dono ladke dheere-dheere usko manipulate karne lage. Rudra ne uske kaan ke paas kaha, “Aunty… aap har roz ghar mein tadap rahi hain. Parvez Uncle aur Abdul aapki fikar nahi karte. Ek baar khud ke liye kuch kar lo. Sirf ek ghanta… phir seedha ghar chhod denge.”
Ravi ne halke se uski kamar par haath pherte hue bola, “Aunty, aap itni sundar ho… aapko duniya dekhni chahiye. Hum dono aapke saath hain. Koi kuch nahi karega.”
Rafat ki andar ladai chal rahi thi. Usne kai baar mana kiya, lekin Rudra ke words — “Aap deserve karti ho ek naya ehsaas” — aur Ravi ka soft pressure ne usko tootne par majboor kar diya.
“Bas… sirf thodi der,” usne akhir mein dheere se kaha, awaaz mein darr aur bechaini thi.

Pub mein…

Jagah “Neon Pulse” naam ki thi — mall se sirf dus minute door. Andar ghuste hi Rafat ko sab kuch nayapan laga. Tez music, neeli aur laal lights, aur bhari-bhari bheed. Zyadatar log jawan the — college boys, Rudra aur Ravi jese, sabke sab 18-22 saal ke. Cigarette ka dhuaan, sharaab ki mehek, mehnga perfume aur loud laughter ka mila-jula mahaul tha.
Rafat ka badan sakht ho gaya. Uski aankhein phail gayi.
“Beta… yeh… yeh bahut galat jagah hai,” usne Rudra ke kaan mein kaha, awaaz kaanp rahi thi. “Main yahan nahi reh sakti… sab ladke dekh rahe hain…”
Rudra ne usko andar le jaate hue dheere se kaha, “Relax Aunty. Aap mere saath ho. Koi kuch nahi karega.”
Teeno ek corner table par baith gaye. Rudra ne uske liye ek mild mocktail order kiya. Rafat sirf glass ko pakde baithi thi, nazrein neeche kiye hue. Har taraf se ladkon ki nazrein us par pad rahi thi — ek mature, curvy, shareef aurat do jawan ladkon ke saath.
Thodi der baad music ka beat tez ho gaya. Rudra utha aur uska haath pakad liya.
“Chaliye Aunty… bas ek dance.”
“Nahi… main dance nahi kar sakti…” Rafat ne darte hue kaha.
Lekin Rudra aur Ravi ne usko dheere se dance floor par le aaye. Lights uske chehre par pad rahi thi. Music uske seene mein goonj raha tha. Sab kuch naya tha — itni loud awaazein, itne jawan ladke, yeh mahaul.
Rudra ne usko apne se chipka liya. Uska haath Rafat ki kamar par tha. Ravi peeche se aa gaya aur dheere se uske saath rhythm pakadne laga. Rafat ke dono taraf do mazboot jism the.
“Beta… log dekh rahe hain…” uski awaaz toot rahi thi, lekin music itna tez tha ki uski baat kisi ko sunai nahi de rahi thi.
Rudra ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Aunty… aankhein band karo. Bas feel karo. Aap deserve karti ho yeh freedom.”
Rafat ki aankhein band ho gayi. Uski taange kaanp rahi thi. Dono ladkon ke haath uske jism par dheere-dheere ghum rahe the — kamar, hips, kabhi shoulders. Music ke beat ke saath uska badan anjaane mein hilne laga. Uski bhari choochiyan har harkat ke saath hil rahi thi. Dupatta thoda sarka hua tha.
Yeh sab uske liye bilkul naya tha. Pehle kabhi usne aisa mahaul nahi dekha tha. Yeh jawani, yeh bebas freedom, yeh physical closeness — sab uski shareef duniya se bahar tha.
Uski saansein tez ho rahi thi. Sharam aur ek anjaana nasha dono uske andar lad rahe the.
Ek lamhe ke liye usne socha — Main kya kar rahi hoon… ek maa… ek biwi… yahan in ladkon ke saath dance kar rahi hoon…
Lekin music tez tha. Lights chamak rahi thi. Rudra aur Ravi usko beech mein lekar dance karwa rahe the. Aur woh… dheere dheere unke rhythm mein dheel padti ja rahi thi.
Bahut der baad jab woh bahar nikle, Rafat ka chehra laal tha. Uski saansein abhi bhi tez thi. Uski izzat ka ek aur layer dheere dheere khisak raha tha.
Rudra ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Aunty… aaj aapne khud ko thoda sa azad mehsoos kiya na?”
Rafat ne kuch nahi kaha. Sirf chupchap bike par baith gayi.
Andar se woh toot rahi thi… aur ek nayi taraf khul rahi thi.

 

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Chapter 33


Raat ke lagbhag 1:30 baj chuke the. Rudra apne rented room mein sofa par leta hua tha. Room mein cigarette ka dhuaan ghuma hua tha aur table par beer ki do khali bottles padi thi. Uske saath Ravi, Kundan, Umesh aur Raghav group call par the. Sabki awaazein excited thi.
Rudra ne phone ko speaker mode mein kiya aur dheere se bola,
“Bhai log… aaj mall aur pub ka scene dekh kar lag raha hai ki Aunty dheere dheere toot rahi hai. Aaj pub mein dance karte waqt uski body kaise hil rahi thi… woh sharmati hui aankhein… aur phir bhi ruk nahi rahi thi. Ab time aa gaya hai agla step lene ka.”
Ravi hasa, awaaz mein maza tha.
“BC… main toh soch bhi nahi sakta tha ki itni shareef aur pakiza Ammi aise dance floor par dono taraf se press hokar hil sakti hai. Uski moti gaand aur bhari choochiyan… uff. Ab jaldi se threesome plan karo bhai.”
Kundan ne cigarette sulgaate hue bola,
“Haan yaar. Ab sirf touch aur tease se kaam nahi chalega. Aunty ab ready hai. Kal ya parso ghar mein hi set kar dete hain. Parvez office mein hoga aur Abdul college. Perfect time.”
Umesh ne excited ho kar kaha,
“Main already kuch new edited videos bana raha hoon. Abdul ko aur zyada badnaam dikhane ke liye. Aur Parvez ko kisi secretary ke saath. Aunty ka confidence ekdum toot jayega. Phir woh khud hamare paas aayegi.”
Raghav ne gehri awaaz mein bola,
“Lekin bhai… pehla threesome kaise hoga? Aunty abhi bhi bahut guilty feel karti hai. Seedha dono se chudwayenge toh toot sakti hai. Dheere se jaana padega.”
Rudra ne muskurate hue cigarette ka kash liya. Uski aankhon mein ek khatarnaak chamak thi.
“Plan simple hai. Pehle main akela usko garam karunga. Uske baad Ravi andar aayega. Dono mil kar usko itna maza denge ki woh khud maangne lage. Uske baad dheere dheere baaki logon ko introduce karenge. Lekin pehla threesome sirf main aur Ravi ka hoga. Uski izzat ko dheere dheere todna hai… ekdum se nahi.”
Sab log hasne lage. Room mein excited energy fail gayi.
Ravi ne poocha,
“Location kahan set karein? Ghar mein risky hai.”
Rudra ne soch kar jawab diya,
“Wohi purana khandar. Jo maine pehle bataya tha. Wahan koi nahi aata. Kal hi jaakar set kar lenge — mattress, lights, drinks, aur thoda BDSM stuff bhi. Aunty ko pehle darayenge, phir maza denge. Woh khud tootegi.”
Ravi - Nahi yaar pehla threesome hai saali ko yahi apne room pe lake pelengey maza ayega, khandar usey baad me le jayengey, pehley saali ko khol toh den hahaha...

Kundan ne has kar kaha,
“Pakiza 42 saal ki Ammi ko do jawan ladkon se ek saath chudwana… sapna sach ho raha hai bhai. Abdul aur Parvez ke saamne jab yeh randi banegi na… tab asli maza aayega.”
Rudra ne phone par ek photo khola — Rafat ka woh photo jo mall mein usne chupke se liya tha. Deep neck top mein uski ubhari choochiyan aur sharmati hui ada.
“Dekho isko… abhi bhi kitni innocent lag rahi hai. Bas kuch din aur… yeh hamari poori tarah ki randi ban jayegi.”
Group call par hasi aur fire emojis ki barsaat ho gayi. Sab log apne-apne gande sapne bata rahe the — kaise usko chodenge, kaise uski izzat mitayenge, kaise Abdul ke saamne usko randi banayenge.
Rudra ne last mein dheere se kaha,
“Ab patience rakho. Agla step bahut bada hai. Aunty ab resistance phase se nikal rahi hai. Jab woh poori tarah tootegi… tab hum sab mil kar usko chodenge. Aur uske baad… game badal jayega.”
Call khatam hone ke baad Rudra bed par let gaya. Uski aankhon mein ek gehra satisfaction tha.
“Rafat Aunty… ab tum meri ho chuki ho. Bas thoda sa waqt aur.”

Agle din-

Raat ke aath baj chuke the. Ghar mein lights band hone wali thi. Parvez bedroom mein let kar akhbar padh raha tha aur Abdul apne room mein assignment karne ka bahana kar ke upar chala gaya tha.
Rafat kitchen mein khadi thi, haath kaanp rahe the. Usne phone haath mein pakad rakha tha. Rudra ka last message abhi bhi screen par tha:
“Aunty… aaj raat 10:30 baje main bahar wait karunga. Sirf baat karni hai. Bahut important hai. Aap aaogi toh main sab samjhaunga.”
Rafat ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne kai baar message delete karne ki koshish ki, lekin har baar ruk gayi.
Yeh galat hai… bahut galat… raat ko ghar se bahar jaana… do ladkon ke paas…
Lekin Rudra ke pichhle do din ke messages uske dimag mein ghoom rahe the — Parvez aur Abdul ke fake photos, mohalle ki gossip, aur woh line jo Rudra ne bola tha:
“Agar aap nahi aayi toh main sochunga ki aap apne parivar ko bachana hi nahi chahti.”
Usne gehri saans li aur bedroom ki taraf gayi. Parvez ko chai banakar di. Usme usne woh chhoti si sleeping tablet daal di jo Rudra ne usko di thi — “Sirf neend achhi aayegi, kuch nahi hoga.” aisa bolke..

“Parvez… aaj jaldi so jaiye. Aap thak gaye hain,” usne pyaar se kaha, lekin andar se uski rooh kaanp rahi thi.
Parvez ne chai pi li aur thodi der baad gehri neend mein so gaya.
Abdul ke liye bhi usne doodh mein halki si tablet mix ki thi. Jab Abdul ne doodh piya toh usne pyaar se uske sar par haath phera.
“Beta… jaldi so ja. Kal college hai.”
Abdul ne Ammi ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein kuch alag tha, lekin neend jaldi aa gayi.
Rafat ne apne kamre ka darwaza dheere se band kiya. Woh bed ke paas baith gayi aur haathon mein chehra chhupa liya. Aansu uske dupatte par gir rahe the.
Main kya kar rahi hoon… apne shouhar aur bete ko neend ki goli de rahi hoon… bete ke dost ke saath raat ko milne jaane ke liye… Main kaisi maa hoon? Kaisi biwi hoon?
Uski haya zor-zor se cheekh rahi thi. Usne kai baar socha ki call karke mana kar de. Lekin Rudra ke last words uske kaan mein goonj rahe the:
“Aunty… agar aap aaj nahi aayi toh main Abdul ko sab kuch bata dunga. Woh video bhi… jo aapne mere saath kiya tha.”
Woh darr se kaanp uthi. Usne apne aap ko samjhaya — Bas baat karne ja rahi hoon… kuch nahi hoga… main control mein rahungi…
Lekin andar se woh jaanti thi ki yeh jhooth tha. Phir bhi woh uthi, deep neck wala salwar suit pehna jesa rudra ne usko bola tha, dupatta kas kar lapeta aur dheere se ghar ka peeche wala darwaza khola.
Bahari andhere mein Rudra ki bike khadi thi. Uske saath Ravi bhi tha.
Rafat ne darwaze se nikalte waqt peeche mudkar apne ghar ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein gehra pachtawa tha.
Maaf kar do mujhe… Abdul… Parvez… main sirf parivar ko bachane ke liye ja rahi hoon… bas yeh aakhri baar…

Lekin uske pair Rudra ki bike ki taraf badh rahe the.
Rudra ne muskurate hue usko bike par baithaya aur dheere se kaha,
“Aunty… uff kya lagri ho. Aaj hum aapko woh sukoon denge jo aap deserve karti ho.”
Rafat ne kuch nahi kaha. Sirf aankhein band kar li. Uski saansein tez ho rahi thi.
Bike ne speed pakdi aur ghar ki roshni door chali gayi.
Andar ghar mein Parvez aur Abdul gehri neend mein so rahe the — bilkul bekhabar.
Aur Rafat… apni izzat ke ek aur tukde ko khone ja rahi thi.


Rudra ke rented room ka darwaza band hote hi Rafat andar aate hi ruk gayi. Room ki hawa bhari hui thi — charon taraf cigarette ke dhue ki teekhi smell, sharaab ki khali bottles floor par bikheri hui, aur do jawan ladkon ke paseene ki woh ajeeb si namkeen badboo jo uske naak mein ghus rahi thi. Dim lights mein room aur bhi ganda aur dangerous lag raha tha.
Uska dil zor se dhadakne laga.
“Beta… yeh kya hai? Main toh sirf tumhare saath aayi thi…” uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi, darr aur gehri sharam ke saath.
Rudra utha aur dheere se uska haath pakad liya. Uski ungliyan garam aur mazboot thi.
“Aunty… daro mat. Ravi sirf mera sabse close dost hai. Aaj hum teeno mil kar thoda time spend karenge. Aapko koi takleef nahi hogi, promise.”
Ravi sofa par se muskuraya, uski aankhein Rafat ke curvy jism par ghoom rahi thi. “Aunty… aap bahut pareshan rehti hain. Hum dono aapko khush dekhna chahte hain. Bas ek baar trust kar lijiye.”
Rafat peeche hatne lagi, lekin Rudra ne usko dheere se apni taraf khinch liya. Uski saansein tez ho gayi thi. Room ki woh badboo, woh dhuaan, aur dono ladkon ki presence — sab kuch usko suffocate kar raha tha.
“Beta… yeh bahut galat hai… main ek maa hoon… Abdul ki Ammi… yeh bada gunah hai…” uski awaaz toot rahi thi.
Rudra - arey aunty maze karo aisa maza uncle tumko kabhi nahi dega..

Lekin uski taakat kamzor pad chuki thi. Dono ladkon ne usko beech mein le liya. Rudra ne uske honthon par gehra, bhari kiss kar diya. Uski zubaan Rafat ke muh mein ghus gayi. Saath hi Ravi peeche se uski gardan par garam saansein chodte hue chumne laga — dheere dheere, namkeen lips se uski narm gardan ko chaat raha tha.
Rafat ka pura badan ek current ki tarah kaanp utha. Uski aankhon se aansu behne lage. Woh apne aap ko rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin dono taraf se do mazboot jism usko gher chuke the.
Rudra ne kiss chodkar uske kaan mein gehri awaaz mein kaha, “Aunty… aap bahut tasty ho…”
Ravi ne uske dupatte ko dheere se khinch kar hataya. Rafat ka salwar suit ka kameez ab dheere-dheere khulne laga. Rudra ne uske buttons ek-ek karke khole. Jab kameez ke dono side khule, uski bhari, gore, 38 size ki choochiyan bra ke andar ubhar kar saamne aa gayi.
Dono ladkon ki saansein tez ho gayi.
Rudra ne ek haath se uski ek choochi ko zor se dabaya. Uski ungliyan uski soft, garam flesh mein dhans gayi. “Uff Aunty… kitni soft aur bhari hain…”
Ravi ne doosri choochi ko muh mein le liya. Uski zubaan uske brown nipple ke around ghum rahi thi, dheere dheere chus raha tha. Kabhi-kabhi halke se kaat bhi raha tha.
Rafat ki gardan peeche mud gayi. Uski awaaz toot rahi thi, “Aaahh… beta… dheere… bahut sharam aa rahi hai… mat karo yeh… main… main maa hoon…”
Ravi ne uske kaan me bola,"BC tu maa nahi maal hai ahhh"

Lekin uski taange kaanp rahi thi. Rudra ne uske salwar ka nada khola. Ravi neeche jhuk kar uski moti, chikni taangon ko chumne laga, dheere dheere upar ki taraf badhta hua.
Dono ladke usko bed par le gaye. Rafat ko bed par litaya gaya. Uska pura nanga jism — bhari choochiyan, patli kamar, aur moti, gol gaand — dim light mein chamak raha tha.
Rudra uske upar chadh gaya. Usne uski choochiyon ko dono haathon se masla, nipple ko zubaan se chata, kabhi danton se halke se kaata. Rafat ki saansein phool rahi thi. Uski chut se gehra geelapan nikal raha tha.
Ravi neeche uski taangon ke beech muh le gaya. Uski garam zubaan Rafat ki geeli chut par padi. Woh dheere dheere uski clit ko chusne laga, zubaan andar-bahar kar raha tha.
“Ya Rab… maaf kar do… aaahhh… yeh galat hai… bahut galat…” Rafat rote hue boli, lekin uski ungliyan bedsheet ko zor se nooch rahi thi.
Rudra ne uske muh mein apna mota, sakht lund daal diya. Rafat ki aankhein phail gayi. Uska muh poora bhar gaya tha. Saath hi Ravi neeche uski chut ko zor-zor se chus raha tha.
Dono taraf se simultaneous sensation usko pagal kar raha tha. Pehli baar usko do mardon ka poora attention mil raha tha.
Thodi der baad Rudra ne position badli. Usne Rafat ki taange failayi aur apna mota lund uski tight chut mein dheere se ghusa diya. Rafat ki cheekh dab gayi. “Aaaahhh… bahut mota hai beta… phat rahi hoon main…”
Rudra zor-zor se dhakelne laga. Saath hi Ravi uske muh mein lund de raha tha. Rafat beech mein thi — dono taraf se bhari hui.
Uski choochiyan zor-zor se hil rahi thi. Uski moti gaand bed par dab rahi thi. Room mein sirf unki tez saansein, geeli chudai ki awaazein, aur Rafat ki dabki hui siskiyan goonj rahi thi.
“Beta… dheere… aaahhh… main mar jaungi…” uski awaaz madhoshi mein badal rahi thi.
Kuch der baad dono ladke ne position change kiya. Ab Ravi neeche let gaya aur Rafat ko apne upar baitha diya. Rudra peeche se uski gaand mein lund ghusa raha tha. Dono ek saath usko chod rahe the.
Rafat ka jism ek nayi intensity se kaanp raha tha. Uski aankhein band thi, aansu beh rahe the, lekin uske muh se ab dheemi-dheemi moans nikal rahi thi jo woh rok nahi pa rahi thi.
Aakhir mein dono ladke uske andar hi zor-zor se jhad gaye. Garam, thick cum uski chut aur muh mein bhar gaya.
Rafat ka badan zor se kaanp utha. Woh pehli baar itni gehri aur intense feeling se guzri thi.
Jab sab khatam hua, woh bed par nangi leti rahi, haathon mein chehra chhupaye hue. Uski saansein abhi bhi tez thi. Uski chut se dono ladkon ka cum bahar nikal raha tha.
“Main… main kya kar rahi hoon… do ladkon ke saath… mere bete ke dost… main kaisi giri hui aurat ban gayi hoon…” uski awaaz ro ro kar nikal rahi thi.
Rudra ne uske baal mein haath pherte hue kaha, “Aunty… aap bahut acchi thi. Ab aap sach mein khul kar jee sakti ho.”
Ravi bhi uske paas let gaya aur uski kamar par haath ferne laga.
Rafat chup rahi. Andar se woh toot rahi thi… lekin uske jism mein ab ek nayi, bhookhi aag jag chuki thi — jo woh khud se bhi chhupa nahi pa rahi thi.
Yeh uska pehla threesome tha.
Aur yeh sirf shuruaat thi.

 

[pisslover008]

next major scenes are molvi confrontation and community gossips....and post molvi scene brutal khander sex...

 

[kirantariq]

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