Adultery Ammi Rafat Ka Transformation - Son's POV

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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.

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[Vicky06]

Arc 2 me abhi ek video call wala scene baki hai jo kal ayega...

uske baad Arc 3 start hogi jisme Rafat rudra ko ignore karegi and resist karegi apni hawas ko aur try karengi apni family life me jane ka, try karengey apne choti lulli wale shouhar parvez ke sath sex ka maze lena ka.

Kya lagta hai rafat apne aap ko rok payegi? Wo parvez ki shareef biwi banke reh payegi?

Kya uski community me batein start hogi? Kya khala rokegi? Kya parvez ko shak hoga?


Lets explore all that in Arc 3 and Arc 4.

Mujhe nahi lagta hai ki Rafat khud ko Randi banane se rouk payegi..... Bro try karo ki Rudra, Rafat ko bold aur exhibitionist banaye aur Bechare Rudra ke dosto ko mat bhul jana kyuki Kaddu kat rha hai to sab me bato

Bro Pics aur Gif add karna mat bhulna.... Pics aur gif se story me aur feel aata hai

 

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Mujhe nahi lagta hai ki Rafat khud ko Randi banane se rouk payegi..... Bro try karo ki Rudra, Rafat ko bold aur exhibitionist banaye aur Bechare Rudra ke dosto ko mat bhul jana kyuki Kaddu kat rha hai to sab me bato

Bro Pics aur Gif add karna mat bhulna.... Pics aur gif se story me aur feel aata hai

Ofcourse kaddu katega toh sabme batega lekin ussey pehley rafat ko besharam banaya jayega uski haya khatam kari jayegi.

 

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Waiting

 

[pisslover008]

Chapter 20
Arc 3 – Scene 1

Subah ki pehli kiran ghar ke kitchen window se andar aa rahi thi. Rafat chulhe ke paas khadi thi, paratha sek rahi thi, lekin uske haath kaam kar rahe the, dimagh bilkul kahin aur tha.
Raat bhar uski aankhon se neend door bhagi hui thi. Drawing room ke floor par Rudra ka mota lund chusne ki yaadein, uska garam cum jo usne nigal liya tha, aur uske baad bedroom mein video call par apni chut ko ungli se chodne ka gunah — sab kuch uske gale mein atak sa gaya tha.
Uski saansein bhari hui thi. Dupatta sar par tightly lapeta hua tha. Usne faisla kar liya tha — ab Rudra se bilkul door rehna hai. Koi message, koi call, koi milna nahi. Woh apni izzat aur haya bachayegi.
“Main maa hoon… Abdul ki Ammi hoon… yeh sab bahut galat hai,” woh dheere se khud se boli. Awaz mein dard aur sharm tha.
Tabhi phone baja. Screen par Rudra ka naam chamak raha tha.
Rafat ne phone dekha, lekin uthaya nahi. Usne sirf message padha:
“Aunty… subah-subah yaad aa rahi ho. Aap theek ho na? Kal raat ke baad se bahut tension mein hoon.”
Uski ungliyan phone par kaanp rahi thi. Usne message delete kar diya aur phone side par rakh diya. Phir se paratha sikane lagi, lekin uske haath ab aur tez chal rahe the.
Drawing room se Parvez ki awaaz aayi.
“Rafat… chai ready hai kya?”
“Haan… aa rahi hoon,” usne jaldi se jawab diya. Usne chai banayi, paratha plate mein lagaya aur Parvez ke liye le gayi.
Parvez newspaper padh raha tha. Rafat ne plate table par rakhi aur dheere se kaha, “Aaj jaldi jaana hai office?”
“Haan… meeting hai,” Parvez ne jawab diya aur chai pi. Usne Rafat ki taraf dekha aur poocha, “Tum thaki si lag rahi ho. Raat ko neend nahi aayi kya?”
Rafat ne muskurane ki koshish ki. “Bas… thodi si tabiyat kharab thi. Theek ho jaungi.”
Parvez office chala gaya. Abdul bhi ready hua tha, lekin aaj usne college jaane ka bahana bana diya. Woh apne kamre mein hi ruk gaya tha. Usne Ammi ko sirf itna kaha, “Ammi… aaj thoda late jaunga. Pehle assignment complete kar loon.”
Rafat ne beta ke sar par haath phera. Uski aankhon mein phir se aansu aa gaye the, lekin usne rok liya.
“Haan beta… tu dhyaan rakhna apna.”
Jab ghar sunsaan ho gaya, Rafat sofa par baith gayi. Usne phone uthaya. Rudra ke aur do messages aaye the. Usne dono delete kar diye aur phone off kar diya.
“Bas… ab nahi. Main kabhi nahi baat karungi usse,” usne khud se kaha.
Lekin uske dimagh mein Rudra ki gehri awaaz aur uske sakht lund ki tasveer ghum rahi thi. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi. Woh uthi aur ghar saaf karne lagi — zor-zor se, jaise saaf kar kar ke woh apne dil ka gandh nikaal degi.
Uppar apne kamre mein Abdul roshandaan ke paas baitha tha. Usne Ammi ka cloned WhatsApp khola. Kal raat ke messages saved the. Abdul ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha.
Usne socha — Ammi ab Rudra ko ignore kar rahi hai. Lekin yeh kitne din tak chalega?
Bahari dhoop tez thi. Andar ghar mein Rafat apni izzat bachane ke liye lad rahi thi.
Lekin woh nahi jaanti thi ki yeh ladai kitni mushkil hone wali thi.

Chapter 20 Complete.

 

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Chapter 21

Aajka poora din normal raha aur rafat ne rudra ke messages ko ignore kiya aur apne aap ko bahut roka. Abdul aur Parvez shaam tak ghar a gaye sab kuch normal tha fir raat ka waqt tha aur ghar mein lights band ho chuki thi, sirf bedroom ki side lamp halki roshani de rahi thi. Rafat bed par leti hui thi, dupatta sar par lapete hue, aankhein band kiye, lekin neend door bhagi hui thi. Uske dimag mein Rudra ke messages aur kal raat ka scene ghum raha tha. Uski saansein bhari hui thi.
Parvez uske paas let gaya. Usne dheere se apna haath badhaya aur Rafat ke kamar par rakh diya. Rafat ka badan ek pal ke liye sakht ho gaya.
“Rafat…” Parvez ne halki si awaaz mein kaha, “aaj hamari anniversary ke baad bhi hum dono ka time nahi hua. Aaj… thoda close ho jaayein?”
Rafat ki aankhein khul gayi. Uski izzat aur haya dono jag gayi. Woh dheere se Parvez ke haath ko hataane lagi.
“Parvez… aaj nahi. Bahut thak gayi hoon main,” usne halki si awaaz mein kaha, nazrein neeche kiye hue.
Parvez ne rukne ki bajaye aur paas khinch liya. Usne Rafat ke gaal par kiss kiya aur haath uske bhari choochiyon par le jaya. Rafat ka badan kaanp utha. Usko Rudra ka mota lund yaad aa gaya — woh garam, sakht ehsaas. Parvez ke haath uske jism par bilkul alag feel ho rahe the.
“Rafat… kitne din ho gaye,” Parvez ne dheere se kaha aur uske upar aane laga.
Rafat ne usko dheere se dhakel diya. Uski awaaz mein sharam aur bechaini thi.
“Parvez… please… aaj mann nahi hai. Kal office hai na aapka? Aaram kar lo.”
Parvez ruk gaya. Uske chehre par udaasi aa gayi. Woh kuch der chup raha, phir dheere se palat kar let gaya. “Theek hai… jaise tum chahti ho.”
Rafat ne aankhein band kar li. Uski chut mein abhi bhi halka geelapan tha, lekin woh Parvez ke saath kuch feel nahi kar pa rahi thi. Usko apne aap par gussa aa raha tha.
Main kaisi biwi hoon… apne pati ko reject kar rahi hoon… aur us ladke ke baare mein soch rahi hoon… yeh sab galat hai… bahut galat…
Parvez ne uski taraf mudkar haath badhaya, lekin Rafat ne dheere se uska haath hata diya. Parvez kuch nahi bola. Woh chupchaap let gaya, lekin uski saansein bhari hui thi.
Rafat ne side mein muh kiya aur chupke se aansu poch liye. Uski haya ab aur mazboot ho rahi thi, lekin andar se ek gehra dard ubal raha tha.

Rafat aur Parvez bedroom mein (Parvez ab so chuka hai), aur dusri taraf abdul apne room mein roshandaan ke paas chhupa hua pura scene dekh raha hai. Uski aankhon mein aansu the. Usko apne Abbu ki beizzati dekh kar bahut dard ho raha tha.

Raat ke do bajne wale the. Ghar mein sab jagah andhera chhaya hua tha. Abdul apne room mein bed par baitha tha, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Uske haath mein ek chhota sa box tha — ek mini spy camera jo usne college ke ek dost se chhup kar kharida tha. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi.
Yeh galat hai… bahut galat… lekin main dekhna chahta hoon… Ammi kya soch rahi hai… Abbu ke saath kya hota hai…
Woh dheere se utha. Ghar mein bilkul khamoshi thi. Parvez aur Rafat bedroom mein so rahe the. Abdul apne room ke darwaze se nikla, paaon nok par rakhte hue corridor cross kiya aur parents ke bedroom ke paas pahunch gaya.
Darwaza halka sa khula tha. Andar sirf night lamp ki halki roshani thi. Rafat aur Parvez dono soye hue the. Abdul ne andar jhaanka. Usne dekha ki Rafat ka dupatta sar par tha, woh side mein leti hui thi. Parvez uske peeche let gaya tha.
Abdul ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne jaldi se darwaze ke upar wale corner mein chhota sa spy cam chipka diya — bilkul perfect angle se apne ammi abbu ke bed ko cover karta hua. Usne phone par test kiya. Camera clear dikhai de raha tha.
Usne jaldi se wapas apne room mein aa gaya aur darwaza band kar liya. Bed par baith kar phone khola. Spy cam live tha. Woh ab apne parents ke bedroom ko directly dekh sakta tha.
Rafat aur Parvez bedroom mein so rahe hain.
AAbdul ne camera zoom kiya. Rafat abhi bhi leti hui thi, lekin uski saansein bhari hui thi. Parvez so chuka tha. Koi activity nahi thi.
Abdul ne lamba saans li. Uski ungliyan phone par kaanp rahi thi. Ab woh apne parents ke bedroom ko directly dekh sakta tha — jab bhi kuch hoga.
Raat aur gehri hoti gayi. Abdul phone haath mein pakde baithe raha, aankhein camera par lagi hui thi. Uski Ammi ki pareshani dekh kar uska dil dukha hua tha.
Yeh sirf shuruaat thi.

Chapter 21 Complete.

 

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Chapter 22

Agle din dopahar ke around 2 baje the. Parvez office ja chukha tha aur abdul baher tha...Rafat kitchen mein khadi thi, sabziyan kaat rahi thi, lekin uske haath kaam kar rahe the, dimag bilkul kahin aur tha. Raat bhar Parvez ki koshish aur apne andar ka gehra conflict usko chain se sone nahi de raha tha. Uski aankhein sooji hui thi.

Tabhi bahar se doorbell baji. Rafat ka dil ek pal ke liye ruk sa gaya. Woh jaldi se haath dhokar darwaze ki taraf gayi.
Darwaza kholte hi uska chehra khila.
“Baji! Achanak? Koi baat hai?” Rafat ne muskurate hue kaha aur Naseem ko gale se laga liya.
Naseem (Khala) andar aayi aur usko upar se neeche tak dekha.
“Rafat… tera chehra dekh kar lag raha hai jaise raaton ki neend ud gayi ho. Kya hua hai behen?”
Dono drawing room mein baith gayi. Naseem ne Rafat ka haath pakad liya.
“Rafat… mujhe mat chhupa. Teri aankhon mein kuch alag dikhai de raha hai. Parvez ke saath sab theek hai na? Abdul theek hai?”

Rafat ne nazrein neeche kar li. Uski ungliyan apne dupatte ke pallu ko zor se pakad rahi thi.
“Baji… sab theek hai. Bas… thodi si tabiyat kharab thi. Ghar ka kaam, Abdul ki padhai… sab sambhalna padta hai.”
Naseem ne uske haath ko aur zor se pakda.
“Rafat… tu mujhse chhupa rahi hai. Main teri badi behen hoon. Aur haan… Sana ke baare mein bhi sun rahi hoon. Woh ladke ke saath ghoomti hai. Tu jaanti hai kya is baare mein?”
Rafat ka dil zor se dhadak utha. Uski aankhon mein ek nayi chinta aa gayi.
“Sana? Baji… woh toh abhi bhi college jaati hai. Koi ladka? Mujhe toh kuch pata nahi. aap kaise jaanti hai?”

Naseem ne gehri saans li.
“Mohalle ki kuch aurtein bata rahi thi. Ek naye ladke ke saath woh ghoomti dikhi hai. Main usko bahut samjhaati hoon, lekin woh sunti nahi. Tu bhi kuch bol usko… tum dono me kaafi banti hai.”
Rafat ne sirf sar hila diya. Uski andar ki pareshani aur badh gayi thi. Sana ke baare mein sun kar usko apne aap par aur gussa aa raha tha.
Naseem ne uske kandhe par haath rakh kar kaha,
“Rafat… tu bhi kuch alag lag rahi hai. Agar kuch problem ho toh mujhe bata. Teri izzat aur khushi dono mujhe pyari hain.”
Rafat ki aankhein nam ho gayi. Woh kuch bol nahi paayi, sirf sar hila diya.
Naseem thodi der aur baithi rahi. Usne ghar ki baatein ki, Parvez ke office ke baare mein poocha, Abdul ke studies ke baare mein. Lekin har baat ke peeche uski chinta saaf dikhai de rahi thi.
Jab Naseem jaane lagi toh darwaze par ruk kar kaha,
“Rafat… agar kuch bhi ho toh mujhe turant phone kar dena. Samjhi?”
Rafat ne sirf sar hila diya. Jaise hi darwaza band hua, woh diwar se tak lag kar khadi ho gayi aur halke se ro padi.
“Baji… agar tujhe pata chal jaye ki main kya kar rahi hoon… toh tu mujhe kabhi maaf nahi karegi…”

 

[Ami sis ka lover]

Jan pics gif lazim add karo please yar storie kamal ha apki

 

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Nice update

 

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Chapter 23

Rafat abhi bhi sofa par baithi thi, haathon mein chehra chhupaye hue. Khala ke jaane ke baad ghar mein ek bhari khamoshi chha gayi thi. Uske aansu abhi bhi beh rahe the. Usne apne aap ko sambhalne ki koshish ki, lekin dil mein ek gehra toofan tha.
Tabhi uska phone vibrate hua. Screen par ek unknown number tha. Rafat ne turant samajh liya — Rudra naye number se call kar raha tha.
Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi. Woh phone ko haath mein pakad kar dekhti rahi, lekin uthaya nahi. Phone ka vibrate ruk gaya, phir phir se shuru ho gaya.
Rafat ne finally call utha liya, lekin kuch nahi bola.
“Aunty…” Rudra ki narm, gehri awaaz aayi. “Aap mujhe block kyun kar rahi hain? Main bas aapki awaaz sunna chahta tha.”
Rafat ki saans ruk gayi. Uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi, lekin woh mazboot rehne ki koshish kar rahi thi.
“Beta… please… aage se mujhe call mat karo. Main tumse baat nahi karna chahti. Yeh sab galat hai. Main ek pakiza biwi hoon… ammi hoon… meri izzat hai.”
Rudra dheere se hasa.
“Aunty… aap khud ko kyun dhokha de rahi ho? Us raat jab aapne mera lund muh mein liya tha… aapki aankhon mein maza tha. Ab kyun door bhag rahi ho?”
Rafat ka chehra laal ho gaya. Uski aankhon mein phir aansu aa gaye. Woh uth khadi hui aur drawing room ke window ke paas chali gayi.
“Beta… bas… yeh baatein mat karo. Main tumhe block kar chuki hoon. Aage se mat aana yahan. Meri family ke liye… meri izzat ke liye… please door raho.”
Rudra ki awaaz mein ab thodi si frustration thi.
“Aunty… aap itni jaldi haar kyun maan rahi ho? Aapko pata hai na ki aap mujhe chahti ho. Parvez Uncle aapko kabhi woh maza nahi de sakte jo main de sakta hoon.”
Rafat ne phone kaan se hataya aur ro padi. Usne call cut kar diya aur turant number block kar diya. Phir woh diwar se tak lag kar khadi ho gayi, haathon se muh dhak kar.
“Main kya kar rahi hoon… yeh ladka mujhe kabhi chain se nahi rehne dega…”
Abdul abhi abhi college se aya tha aur uppar apne room mein pura call sun raha tha (cloned WhatsApp aur spy cam dono se). Uski aankhon mein aansu the. Usko Ammi ki awaaz mein dard sun kar bahut takleef ho rahi thi, lekin woh camera band nahi kar pa raha tha.

Rafat ne kitchen mein ja kar paani piya. Usne apne aap ko samjhaya, “Main mazboot rahungi… main apni izzat bachaaungi… kabhi nahi tootungi.”
Lekin uske andar ek chhoti si awaaz keh rahi thi ki yeh waada bahut kamzor tha.

Thodi derr baad..

Rafat apne kaamo me lagi thi ki
Tabhi uska phone vibrate hua. Naya number tha.
Rafat ne thak kar message khola.
Rudra ka message tha. Is baar photo attached thi.
Photo khulte hi Rafat ka chehra safed pad gaya.
Photo mein Abdul tha — college ke bahar, cigarette muh mein, do ladkon ke saath has raha tha. Photo ke neeche caption tha: “Aunty… aapka beta yeh sab kar raha hai. Aap ghar mein izzat bachane ke liye tadap rahi ho, aur yeh ladka sharab aur cigarette ke peeche pada hai.”
Rafat ka haath kaanpne laga. Usne message ko baar baar padha.

Rafat ka pura badan thanda pad gaya. Uski aankhon se aansu behne lage. Woh phone haath se phenk kar sofa par let gayi aur ro padi.
“Abdul… mera beta… yeh sab kar raha hai? Aur Parvez… kya woh bhi…?”
Uski izzat aur family ke liye jo ladai woh lad rahi thi, woh aur kamzor hoti ja rahi thi.
Uppar Abdul ne pura message cloned WhatsApp par padh liya tha. Uski aankhein phail gayi. Woh samajh gaya tha ki Rudra fake evidence bana raha hai.

Rafat ne phone uthaya aur Rudra ke message ko delete kar diya. Lekin uske dimag mein woh photo baar baar aa rahi thi.
“Main kya karun… mera beta… mera parivar…”

Rafat sofa par baithi thi, haathon mein chehra chhupaye hue. Aansu uske dupatte par gir rahe the. Phone abhi bhi uske paas pada tha, jismein woh photo thi — Abdul cigarette muh mein, do ladkon ke saath has raha tha.
“Abdul… mera beta… yeh sab kar raha hai?” uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main ghar mein izzat bachane ke liye tadap rahi hoon… aur yeh…”
Uski saansein tez ho gayi. Woh uthi aur tezi se apne bedroom ki taraf chali gayi. Darwaza band kiya aur almari se apna holy kitaab nikaala. Bed par baith kar usne khola aur dheere dheere tilawat karne lagi, lekin uske dil mein toofan tha.

“Main kaisi maa hoon… mera beta galat raaste par… aur main… main us ladke ke saath… yeh sab…”
Woh kitab band karke almari mein rakhne lagi, lekin phir se nikaal kar padhne lagi. Jaise padh padh kar woh apne gunah ko dhona chahti ho.
Kitchen mein ja kar usne phir se saaf karna shuru kar diya. Bartan maanjne lagi, floor pochne lagi, almariyan khol khol kar saaf karne lagi.
“Main mazboot rahungi… main apni family ke liye ladungi… Rudra se door rahungi… kabhi nahi tootungi…”
Lekin har baar jab woh aankhein band karti, Rudra ka chehra, uska mota lund, uska garam cum yaad aa jaata tha. Uski chut mein gehra geelapan feel hota tha, jo usko aur sharminda kar deta tha.

Shaam hone wali thi. Ghar mein khamoshi thi, lekin andar har taraf toofan tha.
Rafat ne akhir mein thak kar bed par let gayi. Usne kitab ko seene se laga liya aur dheere se boli,
“Maaf kar do… mujhe maaf kar do… main apni izzat bachaaungi…”
Lekin uske andar ek gehra dar baith chuka tha — agar Abdul sach mein aisa kar raha hai toh… phir uski ladai kis liye hai?


Raat ke around 9:30 baj chuke the. Ghar mein lights dim ho chuki thi. Rafat bedroom mein bed par baithi thi, kitab khule hue uske god mein rakha tha. Uski aankhein sooji hui thi. Din bhar usne ghar ko teen baar saaf kiya tha, pray kiya tha, dua maangi thi, lekin Rudra ka woh message aur fake photo uske dimag se nahi ja raha tha.
Tabhi darwaza khula. Parvez andar aaya, thaka hua chehra, office bag haath mein.
“Rafat… aaj office mein bahut late ho gaya,” usne dheere se kaha aur shoes utarte hue bed ki taraf aaya.
Rafat ne kitab side par rakh diya aur uth kar Parvez ke liye paani ka glass laayi. Uski awaaz halki thi.
“Paani pi lo… thak gaye hoge.”
Parvez ne paani piya aur bed par baith gaya. Usne Rafat ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek halki si ummeed thi.
“Rafat… kal raat ke baad se hum dono ka time nahi mila. Aaj… thoda close ho jaayein?”
Rafat ka badan sakht ho gaya. Uski haya zor se jag gayi. Woh peeche hat gayi aur bed ke kinare par baith gayi.
“Parvez… aaj nahi. Bahut thak gayi hoon main. Subah se ghar ka kaam kar rahi thi.”
Parvez ne dheere se uska haath pakad liya.
“Rafat… hum miya-biwi hain. Kitne din ho gaye… please…”
Usne Rafat ko apne paas khinch liya aur uske gaal par kiss kiya. Haath dheere se uske bhari choochiyon par le jaya. Rafat ka badan kaanp utha. Usko Rudra ka mota, garam lund yaad aa gaya — woh ehsaas jo Parvez kabhi nahi de saka tha.

Rafat ne apne man mein socha, aaj wo mana nahi karungi. Woh mera shouhar hai, main uski biwi hoon. khuda ke liye bhi sahi, usko khush rakhna mera farz hai.
Woh dheere se Parvez ki taraf mud gayi aur uske seene par haath pher diya.
“Parvez…,” usne sharm se dheemi awaaz mein kaha.
Parvez khush ho gaya. Usne turant Rafat ko kiss karna shuru kiya aur uski nighty upar kar di. Rafat ne aankhein band kar li aur let gayi. Uski chut already thodi geeli thi, lekin woh jaanti thi ki yeh geelapan Parvez ke liye nahi hai.
Parvez ne jaldi se apna chhota lund bahar nikala aur uski chut mein ghusaane ki koshish ki. Rafat ne pair faila diye aur usko andar lene ki koshish ki.
Andar jaate hi Parvez ki saansein tez ho gayi. Woh zor-zor se dhakke maarne laga, lekin har dhakke ke saath uska lund jaldi hi dheela padne laga.
Rafat ko kuch feel hi nahi ho raha tha. Uski chut mein bilkul bharpoor mehsoos nahi ho raha tha. Woh andar hi andar soch rahi thi — bas 4-5 minute aur… phir yeh khatam.
Aur waqai, sirf 5 minute mein hi Parvez ka pura sharir kaanp gaya. Usne ek lambi sihh kar ke jhad diya, aur Rafat ki chut ke andar halka sa garam pani chhod diya.
Woh thak kar uske upar gir pada.
Rafat ne uske baal mein haath phera aur pyar se bola, “Theek ho tum? Aaram karo ab.”
Parvez muskuraya aur uske seene par sir rakh kar let gaya. “Thank you jaan… tum bahut achhi ho.”
Rafat ne bahar se smile kiya, lekin andar se uski chut abhi bhi bhookhi thi. Uski body jal rahi thi. Uske dimag mein sirf ek hi cheez aa rahi thi — Rudra ka mota, lamba aur sakht lund. Woh soch rahi thi ki agar woh hota toh abhi tak uski chut ko 4-5 baar chod chuka hota, aur woh khud multiple times jhad chuki hoti.
Lekin usne kuch nahi kaha. Na koi complaint, na koi shikayat.
Woh sirf Parvez ke sar par haath pherte hue chupchap leti rahi, apni frustration ko andar hi daba kar.
Main kaisi biwi hoon… par kya karun? Yeh mera naseeb hai…
Lekin uski chut abhi bhi Rudra ke naam se geeli ho rahi thi.

Uppar Abdul ne pura scene dekha tha. Uski aankhon mein aansu the.Ussey apni ammi ki halat pe taras a raha tha ki kaise wo ek pakiza biwi ke khatir jism ka sukh ahi le pari, sirf izzat bachane ke liye kitna tadap rahi hai...Uske Ghar ke andar har cheez dheere dheere toot rahi thi.wo soch raha tha kya ammi abbu ke loyal rahegi ya apne jismani zarurat ke liye rudra ko chunegi? kya ammi ko rudra ke jhoote photos pe yakeen ho gaya?...inhi sab socho ke sath wo saya...

Chapter 23 Complete.