Incest INCEST SHORT STORIES...1. MERI PYARI BHANJI

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INCEST SHORT STORIES

INTRODUCTION ABOUT THE SUBJECT

1.MERI PYARI BHANJI SHEENU
PART1 PART2 PART3 PART4 PART5 PART6 PART7 PART8 PART9 PART10 PART11

2. Didi aur main
PART1 PART2 PART3 PART4 PART5 Part6 Part7 Part8 Part9 Part10

3. OH PYARE CHACHU HAMARE
PART1 PART2 PART3 PART4 PART5 PART6 PART7 PART8 PART9 PART10 PART11
PART12 PART13 PART14 PART15 PART16 PART17 PART18

4. Meri Masi Shivani ki Shaadi

PART1 PART2 PART3 PART4 PART5 PART6 PART7 PART8 PART9
PART 10 PART 11 PART 12 PART 13 PART 14 PART 15 PART 16 PART 17
PART 18 PART 19 PART 20 PART 21 PART 22 PART 23 PART 24 PART 25

 

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### Part-3): Maa Se Baat

Shaam ko chai ke baad Prachi drawing-room mein baithi thi. Uske paas hi uski maa Anita sofa par baithi thi, TV dekh rahi thi.

Prachi ne dheere se dupatta mudte hue maa ke paas sarak kar baithi aur kaan ke paas muh la kar dheeme se boli:
“Mummy… mujhe ek baat bolni hai.”

Anita ne remote se TV ki awaaz kam ki aur pyar se beti ki taraf mud kar dekha.
“Bolo beta, kya hua? Ab bhi kamar mein dard hai?”

Prachi ne nazar neeche kar li aur bilkul dheemi awaaz mein boli:
“Haan mummy… bahut zyada. Chachi ne malish ki thi, phir raat ko chacha ne bhi ki… thoda sa aaram mila par gayab nahi hua. Ab chacha keh rahe hain ki jahan woh property ka kaam karte hain us shahar mein ek bahut purana malish wala hai… log door-door se uske paas jaate hain. Woh mujhe kal subah le jaana chahte hain.”

Anita ek pal ke liye chup rahi. Phir Prachi ka haath apne haath mein lete hue pyar se boli:
“Beta, dard door hona chahiye na… agar Anuj le ja raha hai to bilkul fikr mat kar. Chacha to pita samaan hi hota hai. Tere liye woh apni beti se bhi zyada fikr karta hai. Aur agar usko lagta hai ki wahan sach mein aaram ho jayega to zaroor ja. Main bhi chahti hun mera bachcha jaldi theek ho.”

Prachi ne sharmaate hue maa ki taraf dekha:
“Par mummy… poora din dusre shahar… chacha ke saath akeli…”

Anita muskura di aur Prachi ke maathe par pyar se haath pherte hue boli:
“Arre meri gudiya, yahan ghar mein sabko pata hai tu kis kaam se ja rahi hai. Chachi bhi to ghar mein hai, main bhi hun. Logon ki parwah kyun karti hai? Aur Anuj tera chhota papa hai… uske saath tu bilkul safe hai. Bas ja, dard theek karwa ke aa. Aur haan, unka pura khayal rakhna… chai-nashta, khana, sab dekh lena.”

Prachi ne “Ji mummy” kaha aur maa ke kandhe par sar rakh diya.

Dil mein ek ajeeb si hulchul thi. Maa ne itni aasani se haan kar di… “pita samaan” bol kar. Par Prachi ko yaad aa raha tha ki raat ko jo haath uski kamar par the, woh bilkul bhi “pita samaan” wale haath nahi lage the.

Phir bhi usne khud ko samjhaya:
“Mummy ne bhi haan kar di… ab sab theek hi hoga.”

Raat ko woh apne kamre mein kapde nikaal rahi thi. Ek simple off-white cotton salwar-kameez rakha, loose… malish ke liye perfect. Dupatta haath mein liya aur ek lambi saans li.

Kal subah 9 baje…

Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.

(To be continued…)

 

[manikmittalme07]

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### Part-4: Gulab Singh ke Kamre Mein

Subah 9 baje Anuj ki gaadi dusre shahar ke purane ilake mein pahunch gayi. Tang galiyan, purane bangale, aur ek chhota sa board:
“Gulab Singh – Ayurvedic Pain Healer – 50 years experience”

Andar ek chhota sa kamra tha. Deewaron par purane certificate, ek takht, aur ek buddha aadmi – Gulab Singh – safed kurta-pajama mein, safed daadi, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak.

Anuj ne andar jaate hi aadmi ko haath jod kar namaste ki.
Anuj: “Gulab ji, meri bhatiji hai… kamar mein bahut dard hai. Shadi ko ek mahina hi hua hai, bahut takleef hai.”

Gulab Singh ne Prachi ko ooper se neeche tak dekha, phir dheeme se bola:
“Beta, takht par pet ke bal let jao. Main dekhta hun.”

Prachi ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne Anuj chacha ki taraf dekha.
Anuj ne samajh kar kaha: “Main bahar khada hoon, zara phone kar loon.”

Woh darwaze ki taraf badhe to Prachi ne jhat se awaaz nikaali:
“Chacha… aap yahin khade raho… please… paas mein.”

Anuj ruk gaye. Ek halki si muskaan unke honthon par aayi. Woh darwaze ke paas deewar se sat kar khade ho gaye, aankhen Prachi par.

Prachi pet ke bal takht par let gayi. Gulab Singh ne ek bada sa tel ka shisha khola – badboo bahut thi, par log kehte the isme jaadu hai.

Usne Prachi ka salwar-kameez ka kurta dheere se ooper uthaya – kamar bilkul khuli, sirf bra ki strip dikhai de rahi thi. Prachi ne aankhen band kar li, dono haath muh ke neeche daba liye.

Gulab Singh ke bade-bade, rugde hue haath jab Prachi ki nangi kamar par lage… to uska pura badan ekdam se kaanp gaya. Sharam se uska chehra laal ho gaya, saansein ruk gayi.

Bas do-teen second hi hue the ki Prachi ekdam se uth baithi, kurta neeche kheencha aur takiye ki taraf sarak gayi.

Prachi (kampkapi awaaz mein):
“Nahi… nahi uncle… main… main nahi karwa paungi… sorry…”

Gulab Singh ek pal hairan hua, phir dheere se bola:
“Beta, sharma mat. Yeh tel bahut garam hai, pehli baar sabko ajeeb lagta hai. Aaram to milega…”

Prachi ne sir hila diya, aankhen neeche, “Nahi… bas… chhod dijiye.”

Anuj chacha aage badhe, Prachi ke paas aakar uske kandhe par haath rakha.

Anuj (dheeme, pyar bhare lehje mein):
“Koi baat nahi beta… agar dil nahi kar raha to chhod do. Koi zabardasti nahi hai.”

Prachi ne chacha ki taraf dekha – aankhon mein paani bhar aaya. Woh bas sir hila kar ro padi.

Gulab Singh ne tel ka shisha band kiya aur bola:
“Anuj ji, agar yeh sharma rahi hai to ek aur tarika hai… ghar par hi kar sakte hain. Tel garam kar ke, kisi apne ke haathon se dheere dheere lagao. Do-chaar din mein dard bilkul gayab.”

Anuj ne sir hilaaya, “Theek hai Gulab ji… tel de dijiye.”

Ek chhoti si shishi haath mein lete hue Anuj aur Prachi gaadi mein baith gaye.

Gaadi chal padi. Prachi khidki se bahar dekh rahi thi, aankhen laal.

Anuj ne dheere se uska haath pakad liya.

Anuj (bilkul dheemi awaaz):
“Ghar pahunch kar… main laga dunga tel… bilkul dheere se. Tu fikr mat kar.”

Prachi ne kuchh nahi bola. Bas haath chhudaya nahi.

(To be continued…)

 

[king1969]

Mast update

 

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### Part-4: Gulab Singh ke Kamre Mein

Subah 9 baje Anuj ki gaadi dusre shahar ke purane ilake mein pahunch gayi. Tang galiyan, purane bangale, aur ek chhota sa board:
“Gulab Singh – Ayurvedic Pain Healer – 50 years experience”

Andar ek chhota sa kamra tha. Deewaron par purane certificate, ek takht, aur ek buddha aadmi – Gulab Singh – safed kurta-pajama mein, safed daadi, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak.

Anuj ne andar jaate hi aadmi ko haath jod kar namaste ki.
Anuj: “Gulab ji, meri bhatiji hai… kamar mein bahut dard hai. Shadi ko ek mahina hi hua hai, bahut takleef hai.”

Gulab Singh ne Prachi ko ooper se neeche tak dekha, phir dheeme se bola:
“Beta, takht par pet ke bal let jao. Main dekhta hun.”

Prachi ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne Anuj chacha ki taraf dekha.
Anuj ne samajh kar kaha: “Main bahar khada hoon, zara phone kar loon.”

Woh darwaze ki taraf badhe to Prachi ne jhat se awaaz nikaali:
“Chacha… aap yahin khade raho… please… paas mein.”

Anuj ruk gaye. Ek halki si muskaan unke honthon par aayi. Woh darwaze ke paas deewar se sat kar khade ho gaye, aankhen Prachi par.

Prachi pet ke bal takht par let gayi. Gulab Singh ne ek bada sa tel ka shisha khola – badboo bahut thi, par log kehte the isme jaadu hai.

Usne Prachi ka salwar-kameez ka kurta dheere se ooper uthaya – kamar bilkul khuli, sirf bra ki strip dikhai de rahi thi. Prachi ne aankhen band kar li, dono haath muh ke neeche daba liye.

Gulab Singh ke bade-bade, rugde hue haath jab Prachi ki nangi kamar par lage… to uska pura badan ekdam se kaanp gaya. Sharam se uska chehra laal ho gaya, saansein ruk gayi.

Bas do-teen second hi hue the ki Prachi ekdam se uth baithi, kurta neeche kheencha aur takiye ki taraf sarak gayi.

Prachi (kampkapi awaaz mein):
“Nahi… nahi uncle… main… main nahi karwa paungi… sorry…”

Gulab Singh ek pal hairan hua, phir dheere se bola:
“Beta, sharma mat. Yeh tel bahut garam hai, pehli baar sabko ajeeb lagta hai. Aaram to milega…”

Prachi ne sir hila diya, aankhen neeche, “Nahi… bas… chhod dijiye.”

Anuj chacha aage badhe, Prachi ke paas aakar uske kandhe par haath rakha.

Anuj (dheeme, pyar bhare lehje mein):
“Koi baat nahi beta… agar dil nahi kar raha to chhod do. Koi zabardasti nahi hai.”

Prachi ne chacha ki taraf dekha – aankhon mein paani bhar aaya. Woh bas sir hila kar ro padi.

Gulab Singh ne tel ka shisha band kiya aur bola:
“Anuj ji, agar yeh sharma rahi hai to ek aur tarika hai… ghar par hi kar sakte hain. Tel garam kar ke, kisi apne ke haathon se dheere dheere lagao. Do-chaar din mein dard bilkul gayab.”

Anuj ne sir hilaaya, “Theek hai Gulab ji… tel de dijiye.”

Ek chhoti si shishi haath mein lete hue Anuj aur Prachi gaadi mein baith gaye.

Gaadi chal padi. Prachi khidki se bahar dekh rahi thi, aankhen laal.

Anuj ne dheere se uska haath pakad liya.

Anuj (bilkul dheemi awaaz):
“Ghar pahunch kar… main laga dunga tel… bilkul dheere se. Tu fikr mat kar.”

Prachi ne kuchh nahi bola. Bas haath chhudaya nahi.

(To be continued…)

Nice update....

 

[parkas]

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### Part-3): Maa Se Baat

Shaam ko chai ke baad Prachi drawing-room mein baithi thi. Uske paas hi uski maa Anita sofa par baithi thi, TV dekh rahi thi.

Prachi ne dheere se dupatta mudte hue maa ke paas sarak kar baithi aur kaan ke paas muh la kar dheeme se boli:
“Mummy… mujhe ek baat bolni hai.”

Anita ne remote se TV ki awaaz kam ki aur pyar se beti ki taraf mud kar dekha.
“Bolo beta, kya hua? Ab bhi kamar mein dard hai?”

Prachi ne nazar neeche kar li aur bilkul dheemi awaaz mein boli:
“Haan mummy… bahut zyada. Chachi ne malish ki thi, phir raat ko chacha ne bhi ki… thoda sa aaram mila par gayab nahi hua. Ab chacha keh rahe hain ki jahan woh property ka kaam karte hain us shahar mein ek bahut purana malish wala hai… log door-door se uske paas jaate hain. Woh mujhe kal subah le jaana chahte hain.”

Anita ek pal ke liye chup rahi. Phir Prachi ka haath apne haath mein lete hue pyar se boli:
“Beta, dard door hona chahiye na… agar Anuj le ja raha hai to bilkul fikr mat kar. Chacha to pita samaan hi hota hai. Tere liye woh apni beti se bhi zyada fikr karta hai. Aur agar usko lagta hai ki wahan sach mein aaram ho jayega to zaroor ja. Main bhi chahti hun mera bachcha jaldi theek ho.”

Prachi ne sharmaate hue maa ki taraf dekha:
“Par mummy… poora din dusre shahar… chacha ke saath akeli…”

Anita muskura di aur Prachi ke maathe par pyar se haath pherte hue boli:
“Arre meri gudiya, yahan ghar mein sabko pata hai tu kis kaam se ja rahi hai. Chachi bhi to ghar mein hai, main bhi hun. Logon ki parwah kyun karti hai? Aur Anuj tera chhota papa hai… uske saath tu bilkul safe hai. Bas ja, dard theek karwa ke aa. Aur haan, unka pura khayal rakhna… chai-nashta, khana, sab dekh lena.”

Prachi ne “Ji mummy” kaha aur maa ke kandhe par sar rakh diya.

Dil mein ek ajeeb si hulchul thi. Maa ne itni aasani se haan kar di… “pita samaan” bol kar. Par Prachi ko yaad aa raha tha ki raat ko jo haath uski kamar par the, woh bilkul bhi “pita samaan” wale haath nahi lage the.

Phir bhi usne khud ko samjhaya:
“Mummy ne bhi haan kar di… ab sab theek hi hoga.”

Raat ko woh apne kamre mein kapde nikaal rahi thi. Ek simple off-white cotton salwar-kameez rakha, loose… malish ke liye perfect. Dupatta haath mein liya aur ek lambi saans li.

Kal subah 9 baje…

Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.

(To be continued…)

Bahut hi badhiya update diya hai manikmittalme07 bhai....
Nice and beautiful update....

 

[parkas]

OPCH - 4​

### Part-4: Gulab Singh ke Kamre Mein

Subah 9 baje Anuj ki gaadi dusre shahar ke purane ilake mein pahunch gayi. Tang galiyan, purane bangale, aur ek chhota sa board:
“Gulab Singh – Ayurvedic Pain Healer – 50 years experience”

Andar ek chhota sa kamra tha. Deewaron par purane certificate, ek takht, aur ek buddha aadmi – Gulab Singh – safed kurta-pajama mein, safed daadi, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak.

Anuj ne andar jaate hi aadmi ko haath jod kar namaste ki.
Anuj: “Gulab ji, meri bhatiji hai… kamar mein bahut dard hai. Shadi ko ek mahina hi hua hai, bahut takleef hai.”

Gulab Singh ne Prachi ko ooper se neeche tak dekha, phir dheeme se bola:
“Beta, takht par pet ke bal let jao. Main dekhta hun.”

Prachi ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne Anuj chacha ki taraf dekha.
Anuj ne samajh kar kaha: “Main bahar khada hoon, zara phone kar loon.”

Woh darwaze ki taraf badhe to Prachi ne jhat se awaaz nikaali:
“Chacha… aap yahin khade raho… please… paas mein.”

Anuj ruk gaye. Ek halki si muskaan unke honthon par aayi. Woh darwaze ke paas deewar se sat kar khade ho gaye, aankhen Prachi par.

Prachi pet ke bal takht par let gayi. Gulab Singh ne ek bada sa tel ka shisha khola – badboo bahut thi, par log kehte the isme jaadu hai.

Usne Prachi ka salwar-kameez ka kurta dheere se ooper uthaya – kamar bilkul khuli, sirf bra ki strip dikhai de rahi thi. Prachi ne aankhen band kar li, dono haath muh ke neeche daba liye.

Gulab Singh ke bade-bade, rugde hue haath jab Prachi ki nangi kamar par lage… to uska pura badan ekdam se kaanp gaya. Sharam se uska chehra laal ho gaya, saansein ruk gayi.

Bas do-teen second hi hue the ki Prachi ekdam se uth baithi, kurta neeche kheencha aur takiye ki taraf sarak gayi.

Prachi (kampkapi awaaz mein):
“Nahi… nahi uncle… main… main nahi karwa paungi… sorry…”

Gulab Singh ek pal hairan hua, phir dheere se bola:
“Beta, sharma mat. Yeh tel bahut garam hai, pehli baar sabko ajeeb lagta hai. Aaram to milega…”

Prachi ne sir hila diya, aankhen neeche, “Nahi… bas… chhod dijiye.”

Anuj chacha aage badhe, Prachi ke paas aakar uske kandhe par haath rakha.

Anuj (dheeme, pyar bhare lehje mein):
“Koi baat nahi beta… agar dil nahi kar raha to chhod do. Koi zabardasti nahi hai.”

Prachi ne chacha ki taraf dekha – aankhon mein paani bhar aaya. Woh bas sir hila kar ro padi.

Gulab Singh ne tel ka shisha band kiya aur bola:
“Anuj ji, agar yeh sharma rahi hai to ek aur tarika hai… ghar par hi kar sakte hain. Tel garam kar ke, kisi apne ke haathon se dheere dheere lagao. Do-chaar din mein dard bilkul gayab.”

Anuj ne sir hilaaya, “Theek hai Gulab ji… tel de dijiye.”

Ek chhoti si shishi haath mein lete hue Anuj aur Prachi gaadi mein baith gaye.

Gaadi chal padi. Prachi khidki se bahar dekh rahi thi, aankhen laal.

Anuj ne dheere se uska haath pakad liya.

Anuj (bilkul dheemi awaaz):
“Ghar pahunch kar… main laga dunga tel… bilkul dheere se. Tu fikr mat kar.”

Prachi ne kuchh nahi bola. Bas haath chhudaya nahi.

(To be continued…)

OPCH - 4​

### Part-4: Gulab Singh ke Kamre Mein

Subah 9 baje Anuj ki gaadi dusre shahar ke purane ilake mein pahunch gayi. Tang galiyan, purane bangale, aur ek chhota sa board:
“Gulab Singh – Ayurvedic Pain Healer – 50 years experience”

Andar ek chhota sa kamra tha. Deewaron par purane certificate, ek takht, aur ek buddha aadmi – Gulab Singh – safed kurta-pajama mein, safed daadi, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak.

Anuj ne andar jaate hi aadmi ko haath jod kar namaste ki.
Anuj: “Gulab ji, meri bhatiji hai… kamar mein bahut dard hai. Shadi ko ek mahina hi hua hai, bahut takleef hai.”

Gulab Singh ne Prachi ko ooper se neeche tak dekha, phir dheeme se bola:
“Beta, takht par pet ke bal let jao. Main dekhta hun.”

Prachi ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne Anuj chacha ki taraf dekha.
Anuj ne samajh kar kaha: “Main bahar khada hoon, zara phone kar loon.”

Woh darwaze ki taraf badhe to Prachi ne jhat se awaaz nikaali:
“Chacha… aap yahin khade raho… please… paas mein.”

Anuj ruk gaye. Ek halki si muskaan unke honthon par aayi. Woh darwaze ke paas deewar se sat kar khade ho gaye, aankhen Prachi par.

Prachi pet ke bal takht par let gayi. Gulab Singh ne ek bada sa tel ka shisha khola – badboo bahut thi, par log kehte the isme jaadu hai.

Usne Prachi ka salwar-kameez ka kurta dheere se ooper uthaya – kamar bilkul khuli, sirf bra ki strip dikhai de rahi thi. Prachi ne aankhen band kar li, dono haath muh ke neeche daba liye.

Gulab Singh ke bade-bade, rugde hue haath jab Prachi ki nangi kamar par lage… to uska pura badan ekdam se kaanp gaya. Sharam se uska chehra laal ho gaya, saansein ruk gayi.

Bas do-teen second hi hue the ki Prachi ekdam se uth baithi, kurta neeche kheencha aur takiye ki taraf sarak gayi.

Prachi (kampkapi awaaz mein):
“Nahi… nahi uncle… main… main nahi karwa paungi… sorry…”

Gulab Singh ek pal hairan hua, phir dheere se bola:
“Beta, sharma mat. Yeh tel bahut garam hai, pehli baar sabko ajeeb lagta hai. Aaram to milega…”

Prachi ne sir hila diya, aankhen neeche, “Nahi… bas… chhod dijiye.”

Anuj chacha aage badhe, Prachi ke paas aakar uske kandhe par haath rakha.

Anuj (dheeme, pyar bhare lehje mein):
“Koi baat nahi beta… agar dil nahi kar raha to chhod do. Koi zabardasti nahi hai.”

Prachi ne chacha ki taraf dekha – aankhon mein paani bhar aaya. Woh bas sir hila kar ro padi.

Gulab Singh ne tel ka shisha band kiya aur bola:
“Anuj ji, agar yeh sharma rahi hai to ek aur tarika hai… ghar par hi kar sakte hain. Tel garam kar ke, kisi apne ke haathon se dheere dheere lagao. Do-chaar din mein dard bilkul gayab.”

Anuj ne sir hilaaya, “Theek hai Gulab ji… tel de dijiye.”

Ek chhoti si shishi haath mein lete hue Anuj aur Prachi gaadi mein baith gaye.

Gaadi chal padi. Prachi khidki se bahar dekh rahi thi, aankhen laal.

Anuj ne dheere se uska haath pakad liya.

Anuj (bilkul dheemi awaaz):
“Ghar pahunch kar… main laga dunga tel… bilkul dheere se. Tu fikr mat kar.”

Prachi ne kuchh nahi bola. Bas haath chhudaya nahi.

(To be continued…)

Bahut hi shaandar update diya hai manikmittalme07 bhai....
Nice and lovely update....

 

[dhparikh]

OPCH - 3​

### Part-3): Maa Se Baat

Shaam ko chai ke baad Prachi drawing-room mein baithi thi. Uske paas hi uski maa Anita sofa par baithi thi, TV dekh rahi thi.

Prachi ne dheere se dupatta mudte hue maa ke paas sarak kar baithi aur kaan ke paas muh la kar dheeme se boli:
“Mummy… mujhe ek baat bolni hai.”

Anita ne remote se TV ki awaaz kam ki aur pyar se beti ki taraf mud kar dekha.
“Bolo beta, kya hua? Ab bhi kamar mein dard hai?”

Prachi ne nazar neeche kar li aur bilkul dheemi awaaz mein boli:
“Haan mummy… bahut zyada. Chachi ne malish ki thi, phir raat ko chacha ne bhi ki… thoda sa aaram mila par gayab nahi hua. Ab chacha keh rahe hain ki jahan woh property ka kaam karte hain us shahar mein ek bahut purana malish wala hai… log door-door se uske paas jaate hain. Woh mujhe kal subah le jaana chahte hain.”

Anita ek pal ke liye chup rahi. Phir Prachi ka haath apne haath mein lete hue pyar se boli:
“Beta, dard door hona chahiye na… agar Anuj le ja raha hai to bilkul fikr mat kar. Chacha to pita samaan hi hota hai. Tere liye woh apni beti se bhi zyada fikr karta hai. Aur agar usko lagta hai ki wahan sach mein aaram ho jayega to zaroor ja. Main bhi chahti hun mera bachcha jaldi theek ho.”

Prachi ne sharmaate hue maa ki taraf dekha:
“Par mummy… poora din dusre shahar… chacha ke saath akeli…”

Anita muskura di aur Prachi ke maathe par pyar se haath pherte hue boli:
“Arre meri gudiya, yahan ghar mein sabko pata hai tu kis kaam se ja rahi hai. Chachi bhi to ghar mein hai, main bhi hun. Logon ki parwah kyun karti hai? Aur Anuj tera chhota papa hai… uske saath tu bilkul safe hai. Bas ja, dard theek karwa ke aa. Aur haan, unka pura khayal rakhna… chai-nashta, khana, sab dekh lena.”

Prachi ne “Ji mummy” kaha aur maa ke kandhe par sar rakh diya.

Dil mein ek ajeeb si hulchul thi. Maa ne itni aasani se haan kar di… “pita samaan” bol kar. Par Prachi ko yaad aa raha tha ki raat ko jo haath uski kamar par the, woh bilkul bhi “pita samaan” wale haath nahi lage the.

Phir bhi usne khud ko samjhaya:
“Mummy ne bhi haan kar di… ab sab theek hi hoga.”

Raat ko woh apne kamre mein kapde nikaal rahi thi. Ek simple off-white cotton salwar-kameez rakha, loose… malish ke liye perfect. Dupatta haath mein liya aur ek lambi saans li.

Kal subah 9 baje…

Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.

(To be continued…)

Nice update....

 

[dhparikh]

OPCH - 4​

### Part-4: Gulab Singh ke Kamre Mein

Subah 9 baje Anuj ki gaadi dusre shahar ke purane ilake mein pahunch gayi. Tang galiyan, purane bangale, aur ek chhota sa board:
“Gulab Singh – Ayurvedic Pain Healer – 50 years experience”

Andar ek chhota sa kamra tha. Deewaron par purane certificate, ek takht, aur ek buddha aadmi – Gulab Singh – safed kurta-pajama mein, safed daadi, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak.

Anuj ne andar jaate hi aadmi ko haath jod kar namaste ki.
Anuj: “Gulab ji, meri bhatiji hai… kamar mein bahut dard hai. Shadi ko ek mahina hi hua hai, bahut takleef hai.”

Gulab Singh ne Prachi ko ooper se neeche tak dekha, phir dheeme se bola:
“Beta, takht par pet ke bal let jao. Main dekhta hun.”

Prachi ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne Anuj chacha ki taraf dekha.
Anuj ne samajh kar kaha: “Main bahar khada hoon, zara phone kar loon.”

Woh darwaze ki taraf badhe to Prachi ne jhat se awaaz nikaali:
“Chacha… aap yahin khade raho… please… paas mein.”

Anuj ruk gaye. Ek halki si muskaan unke honthon par aayi. Woh darwaze ke paas deewar se sat kar khade ho gaye, aankhen Prachi par.

Prachi pet ke bal takht par let gayi. Gulab Singh ne ek bada sa tel ka shisha khola – badboo bahut thi, par log kehte the isme jaadu hai.

Usne Prachi ka salwar-kameez ka kurta dheere se ooper uthaya – kamar bilkul khuli, sirf bra ki strip dikhai de rahi thi. Prachi ne aankhen band kar li, dono haath muh ke neeche daba liye.

Gulab Singh ke bade-bade, rugde hue haath jab Prachi ki nangi kamar par lage… to uska pura badan ekdam se kaanp gaya. Sharam se uska chehra laal ho gaya, saansein ruk gayi.

Bas do-teen second hi hue the ki Prachi ekdam se uth baithi, kurta neeche kheencha aur takiye ki taraf sarak gayi.

Prachi (kampkapi awaaz mein):
“Nahi… nahi uncle… main… main nahi karwa paungi… sorry…”

Gulab Singh ek pal hairan hua, phir dheere se bola:
“Beta, sharma mat. Yeh tel bahut garam hai, pehli baar sabko ajeeb lagta hai. Aaram to milega…”

Prachi ne sir hila diya, aankhen neeche, “Nahi… bas… chhod dijiye.”

Anuj chacha aage badhe, Prachi ke paas aakar uske kandhe par haath rakha.

Anuj (dheeme, pyar bhare lehje mein):
“Koi baat nahi beta… agar dil nahi kar raha to chhod do. Koi zabardasti nahi hai.”

Prachi ne chacha ki taraf dekha – aankhon mein paani bhar aaya. Woh bas sir hila kar ro padi.

Gulab Singh ne tel ka shisha band kiya aur bola:
“Anuj ji, agar yeh sharma rahi hai to ek aur tarika hai… ghar par hi kar sakte hain. Tel garam kar ke, kisi apne ke haathon se dheere dheere lagao. Do-chaar din mein dard bilkul gayab.”

Anuj ne sir hilaaya, “Theek hai Gulab ji… tel de dijiye.”

Ek chhoti si shishi haath mein lete hue Anuj aur Prachi gaadi mein baith gaye.

Gaadi chal padi. Prachi khidki se bahar dekh rahi thi, aankhen laal.

Anuj ne dheere se uska haath pakad liya.

Anuj (bilkul dheemi awaaz):
“Ghar pahunch kar… main laga dunga tel… bilkul dheere se. Tu fikr mat kar.”

Prachi ne kuchh nahi bola. Bas haath chhudaya nahi.

(To be continued…)

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