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

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Drawing room mein ek ekdum well-settled banda baitha tha—Sameer. Sameer Canada mein ek badi MNC mein software engineer tha aur khaas apni shaadi ke liye India aaya tha. Uska accent thoda "NRI" wala tha aur wo dikhne mein kaafi sophisticated lag raha tha.

Mummy ne mujhe awaaz di: “Monu, aaja beta, Sameer aur uncle-aunty se mil le. Canada se aaye hain bechare itni door se.”

Main drawing room mein gaya. Shivani masi wahan ekdum shareef ladki ban kar baithi thi, sar pe dupatta rakhe. Mujhe dekh kar usne aisi shakal banayi jaise wo mujhe jaanti hi nahi, par uski aankhon mein wahi shaitani thi.

Maine sabko namaste kiya aur seedha Sameer ke paas gaya.

Main (ekdum masoomiyat se): “Namaste Mausa ji! Welcome to India. Flight mein thak gaye honge na?”

Sameer ka muskurata hua chehra ekdum se freeze ho gaya. Usne hairani se meri taraf dekha. "Mausa ji? Oh... actually, you can call me Sameer or Sam. Mausa ji sounds a bit... old-fashioned, right?"

Shivani ne apna muh dupatta se dhak liya taaki zor se hans na de. Mummy ne bhi thoda awkward feel kiya par kuch boli nahi.

Main (style se): “Arre nahi nahi Mausa ji, aap Canada se aaye hain to kya hua, humare sanskar to wahi hain na! Aap meri masi se shaadi kar rahe hain, to mere to aap Mausa ji hi hue. Hai na masi?”

Shivani ne meri taraf dekh kar aankh maari: “Haan Sameer, ye Monu hai na... rishton ko bahut seriously leta hai. Canada mein bhi ye aapko 'Mausa ji' bol kar hi pukarega, dekh lena!”

Sameer ne ek feeki muskurahat di. Baat-cheet shuru hui. Sameer Shivani ko apne Canada wale ghar ke photos dikha raha tha aur bata raha tha ki wahan ki life kitni "classy" hai.

Dopahar ko lunch ke waqt, Sameer ne dekha ki Shivani baar-baar meri plate mein extra paneer daal rahi hai aur hum dono bina bole ek-dusre ki plate se salad exchange kar rahe hain.

Sameer: “Shivani, ye bag jo tumne sofa pe rakha tha... it's a nice off-white leather sling. Maine socha tha main Toronto se tumhare liye aisa kuch launga, par tumne pehle hi le liya?”

Shivani ne thoda tashan mein meri taraf dekha aur boli: “Arre ye? Ye to Monu ne mujhe gift kiya hai. Sameer, aapko mehnat karne ki zaroorat hi nahi hai, meri har pasand Monu ko mujhse pehle pata hoti hai.”

Sameer ka chehra utar gaya. Usko shayad pehli baar jalan (jealousy) mahsoos ho rahi thi. Use laga tha ki Canada se aakar wo sabko impress kar dega, par yahan ek 'temporary boyfriend' ne pehle hi baazi maar li thi.

Shaam ko jab wo log jaane lage, Sameer ne mujhe side mein bulaya.

Sameer: “Listen Monu, tumhare aur Shivani ke beech ka 'bond' thoda unique hai. Par Canada mein life thodi private hoti hai, hope you understand.”

Main: “Fikar mat kijiye Mausa ji! Main to masi ka 'special consultant' hoon. Aap bas Canada ki thand se bachiye, masi ka khayal rakhne ke liye to main hoon hi!”

Sameer ne bas apna sar pakad liya aur gaadi mein baith gaya. Jaise hi gaadi gate se bahar nikli, Shivani ne zor se saans chhodi aur mujh par toot padi.

Shivani (haste-haste pagal hote hue): “Kamine! Mausa ji?? Bechara itna suit-boot pehen kar Canada se aaya tha, tune ek minute mein use 'uncle' wali category mein daal diya!”

Main: “Tashan hai masi! Use pata chalna chahiye ki tera 'acting' wala BF tujhe 'Real' wale Mausa ji se zyada khush rakhta hai.”

Shivani ne mera haath pakda aur mere room ki taraf kheenchti hui le gayi.

Shivani: “Chhor na use. Chal, aaj tuition miss ho gayi na? Abhi compensate karte hain. Aur sun, wo jo kal raat wali ‘acting practice’ thi… Mausa ji ko dekh kar laga ki wo practice thodi aur karni chahiye. Kyun, kya bolta hai?”

Main hans pada. Hum dono bed pe baithe, books khuli thi, par dimaag kahin aur tha. Raat wali kiss ki yaad abhi bhi taza thi.

Raat ke gyarah baj rahe the. Sameer (Mausa ji) aur unki family ja chuki thi, par ghar mein abhi bhi unki baaton ki goonj baaki thi. Shivani masi mere room mein thi. Wo thodi der pehle Sameer ki nakal utaar kar mujhe hansaa rahi thi, par dhire-dhire mahaul badalne laga.

Hum dono bed pe baite the. Shivani ne apna sar mere kandhe pe rakha hua tha.

Shivani (fusfusate hue): “Monu... sach bataun, aaj jab tune use ‘Mausa ji’ bola na, to mujhe bahut maza aaya. Par kabhi-kabhi darr lagta hai ki jab main Canada chali jaungi, to ye sab masti, ye tera saath... sab khatam ho jayega.”

Maine uski taraf dekha. Uske chehre par light ki halki roshni pad rahi thi, jisne uski khubsurati ko aur badha diya tha. Shivani meri taraf mudi aur meri aankhon mein dekhte hue dhire se boli, “Tu sach mein best hai.”

Pichli raat ki tarah, usne dhire se aage jhuk kar mere honthon par ek halki si kiss ki. Ye shuruat acting practice ya mazak jaisi hi thi, par is baar kuch alag tha. Wo piche nahi hati, balki usne mere gaal ko apne hath se pakad liya.

Uske naram honthon ka sparsh hote hi Monu puri tarah behak gaya. Jo dosti aur mazak ka parda ab tak tha, wo ek jhatke mein gir gaya. Monu ke andar ka daba hua ehsaas josh ban kar ubal pada. Usne bina soche-samjhe Shivani ko apni bahon mein kas liya.

Monu ne apne dono hath niche le jaakar Shivani ke chutdon (hips) ko piche se zor se dabaya aur use apni taraf kheench liya. Uska control khatam ho chuka tha. Wo bhul gaya ki ye acting thi. Usne shiddat se Shivani ke honthon ko chusna shuru kar diya. Ye kiss ab halki nahi rahi thi, balki usme ek junglee josh aur tadap thi.

Shivani pehle to sunn ho gayi. Use laga tha ye wahi purana chhota sa kiss hoga, par Monu ka ye roop dekh kar uski ruh kaanp gayi. Usne Monu ko hatane ki koshish ki, par Monu uske hothon ko itni buri tarah se chus raha tha jaise wo use apna bana lena chahta ho.

Aakhirkar, Shivani ne apni puri takat lagayi aur Monu ko zor se piche dhakel diya.

Shivani ki saans phool rahi thi, uske baal bikhar gaye the aur honth laal ho chuke the. Uski aankhon mein gussa aur ek ajeeb sa darr tha.

Shivani (chillate hue par dhimi awaaz mein): “Kamine!! Ye tu kya kar raha hai? Pagal ho gaya hai kya tu?”

Monu hosh mein aaya. Wo bed pe girte-girte bacha. Uska dimaag ghum raha tha.

Shivani (gusse mein kaampte hue): “Main teri masi hoon Monu! Masi yani maa jaisi hoti hai... aur tu mere saath ye sab kar raha hai? Maine tujhe dost samjha, tujh pe bharosa kiya aur tune... tune ye gandi harkat ki!”

Monu kuch bolne ki koshish karne laga: “M-masi... wo main... main behak gaya tha... sorry...”


Shivani ne ek baar uski taraf nafrat aur dukh se dekha, apni T-shirt thik ki aur room se bhag gayi. Darwaza band hone ki awaaz Monu ke kaano mein thappad ki tarah lagi.
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Part-7

Kamre mein ekdum sannata chha gaya. Monu wahi farsh pe baith gaya. Uske hath abhi bhi kaamp rahe the. Uske honthon par abhi bhi Shivani ka swad tha, par wo swad ab use zeher lag raha tha.

Usne apne sar ko dono hathon se pakad liya. Use apni hi shakal se nafrat hone lagi.

“Main kitna bada jaanwar hoon,” usne khud se kaha. “Wo mujhse itna pyar karti hai, mujh par itna bharosa karti hai, aur maine un sab rishton ki maryada tod di. Mausa ji ko chidhana ek taraf tha, par ye... ye maine kya kar diya?”

Use yaad aa raha tha masi ka wo chehra—wo darr aur wo dhokha jo unki aankhon mein tha. Use lag raha tha jaise usne apni maa ka bharosa toda ho. Raat bhar Monu so nahi saka. Har baar jab wo aankhein band karta, use wahi pal yaad aata jab usne masi ko itni buri tarah pakda tha.

Use lag raha tha ki ab sab khatam ho gaya hai. Kal subah wo masi se nazrein kaise milayega? Kya masi ye baat mummy ko bata degi? Kya ab wo kabhi masi ke saath bike pe ja payega?

Guilt (pachtawa) uske dil ko cheer raha tha. Wo bas andhere mein baitha raha, ye soch kar ki ek pal ke josh ne uska sabse pyara rishta hamesha ke liye shayad barbad kar diya tha.






Raat ki us ghatna ne ghar ki faza hi badal di thi. Subah 9:30 baje, jab roz Shivani masi apne haath mein coffee ka mug liye Monu ke kamre ka darwaza laat maar kar kholti thi aur chillati thi, "Uth oye Monu! Integration tera baap karega?", aaj wahan ek bhayanak sannata tha.

Monu 8 baje se uth kar taiyaar baitha tha. Uska dil har aahat pe dhadak raha tha ki shayad masi aaye, shayad wo gusse mein hi sahi par ek baar darwaza khole. Par darwaza nahi khula.

Niche se mummy (Anjali) ki awaaz aayi, "Monu! Main aur Shivani market ja rahe hain shaadi ke kuch zaroori kaam se, lunch khud kar lena."

Monu balcony tak bhaga. Usne dekha masi niche khadi thi, wahi white suit mein. Par aaj usne Monu ki taraf upar ek baar bhi nahi dekha. Wo seedha auto mein baith gayi. Monu ko aisa laga jaise kisi ne uska dum ghot diya ho. Wo masi jo uske liye 'temporary girlfriend' bani thi, aaj ek ajnabee se bhi zyada door lag rahi thi.

Usne socha, “Main kitna gir gaya hoon. Maine unhe masi nahi, sirf ek aurat ki tarah dekha. Mere josh ne unka bharosa tod diya. Shayad wo ab mujhse nafrat karti hain.”





Monu college pahuncha, par aaj bike ki raftar 40 se upar nahi gayi. Wo seat jo roz masi ke baithne se bhari rehti thi, aaj wahan sirf hawa thi. College ke parking mein wahi purana group khada tha—Amit, Rohan, Vicky aur baaki sab.

Rohan ne Monu ka utra hua chehra dekha. Use laga roz ki tarah aaj bhi thoda mazaak karte hain.

Rohan (Haste hue): "Oye Monu! Aaj teri 'Mystery Queen' nazar nahi aa rahi? Kya hua bhai, aaj pedal aaya hai ya teri GF tujhe chhod ke bhag gayi? Lagta hai breakup ho gaya itni jaldi!"

Monu, jo pehle hi guilt aur gham ki aag mein jal raha tha, Rohan ki ye baat sunte hi apna aapa kho baitha. Use laga jaise Rohan masi ki bezatti kar raha ho.

Monu: "Zubaan sambhaal ke bol Rohan!"

Rohan: "Arre chill maar na yaar, kal tak to bada style maar raha tha kiss-wiss ki baatein karke, aaj lagta hai laat pad gayi..."

Abhi Rohan ka vakya poora bhi nahi hua tha ki Monu ne apni poori takat se Rohan ke muh par ek mukka de maara.

Monu (Chillate hue): "Chup kar! Ek lafz mat bolna uske baare mein!"

Monu pagal ho gaya tha. Wo Rohan ke upar chadh gaya aur use lagatar maarne laga. Uski aankhon mein khoon utar aaya tha. Wo Rohan ko nahi, balki us pal ko maar raha tha jab usne masi ke saath badtameezi ki thi.

Amit aur Vicky (Chilla kar): "Oye Monu! Pagal ho gaya hai kya? Chhod ise! Mar jayega wo!"

Teen-chaar ladkon ne milkar Monu ko peeche kheencha. Monu haanp raha tha, uski aankhon se gusse aur dukh ke aansu nikal rahe the.

Amit: "Bhai, mazaak hi to tha! Itna gussa kyun?"

Monu ne kisi ko jawab nahi diya. Wo apna bag utha kar wahan se nikal gaya. Use lag raha tha ki wo is duniya ka sabse bura insaan hai, jo mazaak bhi bardasht nahi kar sakta kyunki uske andar ka chor use kaat raha tha.

Udhar mall mein, Shivani masi Anjali didi ke saath ek designer boutique mein thi. Anjali didi ek se ek lehenga dikha rahi thi, par Shivani ka dhyan kahin aur tha.

Wo bar-bar apne honthon ko chhuti, jahan abhi bhi use Monu ki us shiddat bhari kiss ka ehsaas ho raha tha. Wo gusse mein thi, haan, par uske andar ek ajeeb si kashmakash thi. Use bura laga ki uske 'chhote Monu' ne aisi himmat ki, par kahin na kahin use us pal mein Monu ka wo mardana josh aur deewanapan darr ke saath-saath ek anjaani si bechaini de gaya tha.

Anjali (Lehenga dikhate hue): "Shivani, ye wala dekh, Sameer ko bahut pasand aayega... Shivani? Kahan khoyi hai?"

Shivani chaunk gayi: "Haan didi... haan, achha hai."

Anjali ne apni behen ko gaur se dekha. Subah se dono ne ek-dusre se zyada baat nahi ki thi. Shivani ki aankhein thodi sujhi hui thi aur wo baar-baar khamosh ho rahi thi.

Anjali (Dheere se): "Shivani, tu subah se bahut udas hai. Kya tum dono ki ladai hui hai kya aaj? Monu bhi subah se kamre se nahi nikla."

Shivani ka dil zor se dhadka. Usne socha, 'Kya didi ko bata dun? Nahi, didi to mar jayengi ye sunkar. Aur Monu... bechara bachpan se mere saath raha hai, wo bura nahi hai, bas behak gaya tha.'

Shivani (Nazrein chura kar): "Nahi didi, ladai kyun hogi? Bas wo... shaadi ki tension hai thodi, aur Canada jaane ka soch kar thoda dukh ho raha hai. Monu se koi ladai nahi hui."

Anjali ne ek thandi saah bhari: "Mujhe pata hai tum dono ek-dusre ke bina nahi reh sakte. Par dekh, Monu ab bada ho gaya hai. Tu chali jayegi to wo akela pad jayega. Isliye shayad wo bhi thoda chirchira ho gaya hai. Use maff kar dena agar kuch bola ho to."

Shivani ne bas sar hila diya. Uske man mein Monu ka wo chehra ghum raha tha jab usne use peeche dhakela tha. Monu ki aankhon mein jo pachtawa tha, wo use yaad aa raha tha.



 

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Drawing room mein ek ekdum well-settled banda baitha tha—Sameer. Sameer Canada mein ek badi MNC mein software engineer tha aur khaas apni shaadi ke liye India aaya tha. Uska accent thoda "NRI" wala tha aur wo dikhne mein kaafi sophisticated lag raha tha.

Mummy ne mujhe awaaz di: “Monu, aaja beta, Sameer aur uncle-aunty se mil le. Canada se aaye hain bechare itni door se.”

Main drawing room mein gaya. Shivani masi wahan ekdum shareef ladki ban kar baithi thi, sar pe dupatta rakhe. Mujhe dekh kar usne aisi shakal banayi jaise wo mujhe jaanti hi nahi, par uski aankhon mein wahi shaitani thi.

Maine sabko namaste kiya aur seedha Sameer ke paas gaya.

Main (ekdum masoomiyat se): “Namaste Mausa ji! Welcome to India. Flight mein thak gaye honge na?”

Sameer ka muskurata hua chehra ekdum se freeze ho gaya. Usne hairani se meri taraf dekha. "Mausa ji? Oh... actually, you can call me Sameer or Sam. Mausa ji sounds a bit... old-fashioned, right?"

Shivani ne apna muh dupatta se dhak liya taaki zor se hans na de. Mummy ne bhi thoda awkward feel kiya par kuch boli nahi.

Main (style se): “Arre nahi nahi Mausa ji, aap Canada se aaye hain to kya hua, humare sanskar to wahi hain na! Aap meri masi se shaadi kar rahe hain, to mere to aap Mausa ji hi hue. Hai na masi?”

Shivani ne meri taraf dekh kar aankh maari: “Haan Sameer, ye Monu hai na... rishton ko bahut seriously leta hai. Canada mein bhi ye aapko 'Mausa ji' bol kar hi pukarega, dekh lena!”

Sameer ne ek feeki muskurahat di. Baat-cheet shuru hui. Sameer Shivani ko apne Canada wale ghar ke photos dikha raha tha aur bata raha tha ki wahan ki life kitni "classy" hai.

Dopahar ko lunch ke waqt, Sameer ne dekha ki Shivani baar-baar meri plate mein extra paneer daal rahi hai aur hum dono bina bole ek-dusre ki plate se salad exchange kar rahe hain.

Sameer: “Shivani, ye bag jo tumne sofa pe rakha tha... it's a nice off-white leather sling. Maine socha tha main Toronto se tumhare liye aisa kuch launga, par tumne pehle hi le liya?”

Shivani ne thoda tashan mein meri taraf dekha aur boli: “Arre ye? Ye to Monu ne mujhe gift kiya hai. Sameer, aapko mehnat karne ki zaroorat hi nahi hai, meri har pasand Monu ko mujhse pehle pata hoti hai.”

Sameer ka chehra utar gaya. Usko shayad pehli baar jalan (jealousy) mahsoos ho rahi thi. Use laga tha ki Canada se aakar wo sabko impress kar dega, par yahan ek 'temporary boyfriend' ne pehle hi baazi maar li thi.

Shaam ko jab wo log jaane lage, Sameer ne mujhe side mein bulaya.

Sameer: “Listen Monu, tumhare aur Shivani ke beech ka 'bond' thoda unique hai. Par Canada mein life thodi private hoti hai, hope you understand.”

Main: “Fikar mat kijiye Mausa ji! Main to masi ka 'special consultant' hoon. Aap bas Canada ki thand se bachiye, masi ka khayal rakhne ke liye to main hoon hi!”

Sameer ne bas apna sar pakad liya aur gaadi mein baith gaya. Jaise hi gaadi gate se bahar nikli, Shivani ne zor se saans chhodi aur mujh par toot padi.

Shivani (haste-haste pagal hote hue): “Kamine! Mausa ji?? Bechara itna suit-boot pehen kar Canada se aaya tha, tune ek minute mein use 'uncle' wali category mein daal diya!”

Main: “Tashan hai masi! Use pata chalna chahiye ki tera 'acting' wala BF tujhe 'Real' wale Mausa ji se zyada khush rakhta hai.”

Shivani ne mera haath pakda aur mere room ki taraf kheenchti hui le gayi.

Shivani: “Chhor na use. Chal, aaj tuition miss ho gayi na? Abhi compensate karte hain. Aur sun, wo jo kal raat wali ‘acting practice’ thi… Mausa ji ko dekh kar laga ki wo practice thodi aur karni chahiye. Kyun, kya bolta hai?”

Main hans pada. Hum dono bed pe baithe, books khuli thi, par dimaag kahin aur tha. Raat wali kiss ki yaad abhi bhi taza thi.

Raat ke gyarah baj rahe the. Sameer (Mausa ji) aur unki family ja chuki thi, par ghar mein abhi bhi unki baaton ki goonj baaki thi. Shivani masi mere room mein thi. Wo thodi der pehle Sameer ki nakal utaar kar mujhe hansaa rahi thi, par dhire-dhire mahaul badalne laga.

Hum dono bed pe baite the. Shivani ne apna sar mere kandhe pe rakha hua tha.

Shivani (fusfusate hue): “Monu... sach bataun, aaj jab tune use ‘Mausa ji’ bola na, to mujhe bahut maza aaya. Par kabhi-kabhi darr lagta hai ki jab main Canada chali jaungi, to ye sab masti, ye tera saath... sab khatam ho jayega.”

Maine uski taraf dekha. Uske chehre par light ki halki roshni pad rahi thi, jisne uski khubsurati ko aur badha diya tha. Shivani meri taraf mudi aur meri aankhon mein dekhte hue dhire se boli, “Tu sach mein best hai.”

Pichli raat ki tarah, usne dhire se aage jhuk kar mere honthon par ek halki si kiss ki. Ye shuruat acting practice ya mazak jaisi hi thi, par is baar kuch alag tha. Wo piche nahi hati, balki usne mere gaal ko apne hath se pakad liya.

Uske naram honthon ka sparsh hote hi Monu puri tarah behak gaya. Jo dosti aur mazak ka parda ab tak tha, wo ek jhatke mein gir gaya. Monu ke andar ka daba hua ehsaas josh ban kar ubal pada. Usne bina soche-samjhe Shivani ko apni bahon mein kas liya.

Monu ne apne dono hath niche le jaakar Shivani ke chutdon (hips) ko piche se zor se dabaya aur use apni taraf kheench liya. Uska control khatam ho chuka tha. Wo bhul gaya ki ye acting thi. Usne shiddat se Shivani ke honthon ko chusna shuru kar diya. Ye kiss ab halki nahi rahi thi, balki usme ek junglee josh aur tadap thi.

Shivani pehle to sunn ho gayi. Use laga tha ye wahi purana chhota sa kiss hoga, par Monu ka ye roop dekh kar uski ruh kaanp gayi. Usne Monu ko hatane ki koshish ki, par Monu uske hothon ko itni buri tarah se chus raha tha jaise wo use apna bana lena chahta ho.

Aakhirkar, Shivani ne apni puri takat lagayi aur Monu ko zor se piche dhakel diya.

Shivani ki saans phool rahi thi, uske baal bikhar gaye the aur honth laal ho chuke the. Uski aankhon mein gussa aur ek ajeeb sa darr tha.

Shivani (chillate hue par dhimi awaaz mein): “Kamine!! Ye tu kya kar raha hai? Pagal ho gaya hai kya tu?”

Monu hosh mein aaya. Wo bed pe girte-girte bacha. Uska dimaag ghum raha tha.

Shivani (gusse mein kaampte hue): “Main teri masi hoon Monu! Masi yani maa jaisi hoti hai... aur tu mere saath ye sab kar raha hai? Maine tujhe dost samjha, tujh pe bharosa kiya aur tune... tune ye gandi harkat ki!”

Monu kuch bolne ki koshish karne laga: “M-masi... wo main... main behak gaya tha... sorry...”

Shivani ne ek baar uski taraf nafrat aur dukh se dekha, apni T-shirt thik ki aur room se bhag gayi. Darwaza band hone ki awaaz Monu ke kaano mein thappad ki tarah lagi.
Mausi ki sari hasi majak 1 kiss m hi nikal di.... Khair ladke hote hi aise hai.... bas mil jaye koi bhi.. लंड khada होने के बाद सब chut ही najar आती है Phir चाहे वह कोई भी हो...
 

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Kamre mein ekdum sannata chha gaya. Monu wahi farsh pe baith gaya. Uske hath abhi bhi kaamp rahe the. Uske honthon par abhi bhi Shivani ka swad tha, par wo swad ab use zeher lag raha tha.

Usne apne sar ko dono hathon se pakad liya. Use apni hi shakal se nafrat hone lagi.

“Main kitna bada jaanwar hoon,” usne khud se kaha. “Wo mujhse itna pyar karti hai, mujh par itna bharosa karti hai, aur maine un sab rishton ki maryada tod di. Mausa ji ko chidhana ek taraf tha, par ye... ye maine kya kar diya?”

Use yaad aa raha tha masi ka wo chehra—wo darr aur wo dhokha jo unki aankhon mein tha. Use lag raha tha jaise usne apni maa ka bharosa toda ho. Raat bhar Monu so nahi saka. Har baar jab wo aankhein band karta, use wahi pal yaad aata jab usne masi ko itni buri tarah pakda tha.

Use lag raha tha ki ab sab khatam ho gaya hai. Kal subah wo masi se nazrein kaise milayega? Kya masi ye baat mummy ko bata degi? Kya ab wo kabhi masi ke saath bike pe ja payega?

Guilt (pachtawa) uske dil ko cheer raha tha. Wo bas andhere mein baitha raha, ye soch kar ki ek pal ke josh ne uska sabse pyara rishta hamesha ke liye shayad barbad kar diya tha.







Raat ki us ghatna ne ghar ki faza hi badal di thi. Subah 9:30 baje, jab roz Shivani masi apne haath mein coffee ka mug liye Monu ke kamre ka darwaza laat maar kar kholti thi aur chillati thi, "Uth oye Monu! Integration tera baap karega?", aaj wahan ek bhayanak sannata tha.

Monu 8 baje se uth kar taiyaar baitha tha. Uska dil har aahat pe dhadak raha tha ki shayad masi aaye, shayad wo gusse mein hi sahi par ek baar darwaza khole. Par darwaza nahi khula.

Niche se mummy (Anjali) ki awaaz aayi, "Monu! Main aur Shivani market ja rahe hain shaadi ke kuch zaroori kaam se, lunch khud kar lena."

Monu balcony tak bhaga. Usne dekha masi niche khadi thi, wahi white suit mein. Par aaj usne Monu ki taraf upar ek baar bhi nahi dekha. Wo seedha auto mein baith gayi. Monu ko aisa laga jaise kisi ne uska dum ghot diya ho. Wo masi jo uske liye 'temporary girlfriend' bani thi, aaj ek ajnabee se bhi zyada door lag rahi thi.

Usne socha, “Main kitna gir gaya hoon. Maine unhe masi nahi, sirf ek aurat ki tarah dekha. Mere josh ne unka bharosa tod diya. Shayad wo ab mujhse nafrat karti hain.”






Monu college pahuncha, par aaj bike ki raftar 40 se upar nahi gayi. Wo seat jo roz masi ke baithne se bhari rehti thi, aaj wahan sirf hawa thi. College ke parking mein wahi purana group khada tha—Amit, Rohan, Vicky aur baaki sab.

Rohan ne Monu ka utra hua chehra dekha. Use laga roz ki tarah aaj bhi thoda mazaak karte hain.

Rohan (Haste hue): "Oye Monu! Aaj teri 'Mystery Queen' nazar nahi aa rahi? Kya hua bhai, aaj pedal aaya hai ya teri GF tujhe chhod ke bhag gayi? Lagta hai breakup ho gaya itni jaldi!"

Monu, jo pehle hi guilt aur gham ki aag mein jal raha tha, Rohan ki ye baat sunte hi apna aapa kho baitha. Use laga jaise Rohan masi ki bezatti kar raha ho.

Monu: "Zubaan sambhaal ke bol Rohan!"

Rohan: "Arre chill maar na yaar, kal tak to bada style maar raha tha kiss-wiss ki baatein karke, aaj lagta hai laat pad gayi..."

Abhi Rohan ka vakya poora bhi nahi hua tha ki Monu ne apni poori takat se Rohan ke muh par ek mukka de maara.

Monu (Chillate hue): "Chup kar! Ek lafz mat bolna uske baare mein!"

Monu pagal ho gaya tha. Wo Rohan ke upar chadh gaya aur use lagatar maarne laga. Uski aankhon mein khoon utar aaya tha. Wo Rohan ko nahi, balki us pal ko maar raha tha jab usne masi ke saath badtameezi ki thi.

Amit aur Vicky (Chilla kar): "Oye Monu! Pagal ho gaya hai kya? Chhod ise! Mar jayega wo!"

Teen-chaar ladkon ne milkar Monu ko peeche kheencha. Monu haanp raha tha, uski aankhon se gusse aur dukh ke aansu nikal rahe the.

Amit: "Bhai, mazaak hi to tha! Itna gussa kyun?"

Monu ne kisi ko jawab nahi diya. Wo apna bag utha kar wahan se nikal gaya. Use lag raha tha ki wo is duniya ka sabse bura insaan hai, jo mazaak bhi bardasht nahi kar sakta kyunki uske andar ka chor use kaat raha tha.

Udhar mall mein, Shivani masi Anjali didi ke saath ek designer boutique mein thi. Anjali didi ek se ek lehenga dikha rahi thi, par Shivani ka dhyan kahin aur tha.

Wo bar-bar apne honthon ko chhuti, jahan abhi bhi use Monu ki us shiddat bhari kiss ka ehsaas ho raha tha. Wo gusse mein thi, haan, par uske andar ek ajeeb si kashmakash thi. Use bura laga ki uske 'chhote Monu' ne aisi himmat ki, par kahin na kahin use us pal mein Monu ka wo mardana josh aur deewanapan darr ke saath-saath ek anjaani si bechaini de gaya tha.

Anjali (Lehenga dikhate hue): "Shivani, ye wala dekh, Sameer ko bahut pasand aayega... Shivani? Kahan khoyi hai?"

Shivani chaunk gayi: "Haan didi... haan, achha hai."

Anjali ne apni behen ko gaur se dekha. Subah se dono ne ek-dusre se zyada baat nahi ki thi. Shivani ki aankhein thodi sujhi hui thi aur wo baar-baar khamosh ho rahi thi.

Anjali (Dheere se): "Shivani, tu subah se bahut udas hai. Kya tum dono ki ladai hui hai kya aaj? Monu bhi subah se kamre se nahi nikla."

Shivani ka dil zor se dhadka. Usne socha, 'Kya didi ko bata dun? Nahi, didi to mar jayengi ye sunkar. Aur Monu... bechara bachpan se mere saath raha hai, wo bura nahi hai, bas behak gaya tha.'

Shivani (Nazrein chura kar): "Nahi didi, ladai kyun hogi? Bas wo... shaadi ki tension hai thodi, aur Canada jaane ka soch kar thoda dukh ho raha hai. Monu se koi ladai nahi hui."

Anjali ne ek thandi saah bhari: "Mujhe pata hai tum dono ek-dusre ke bina nahi reh sakte. Par dekh, Monu ab bada ho gaya hai. Tu chali jayegi to wo akela pad jayega. Isliye shayad wo bhi thoda chirchira ho gaya hai. Use maff kar dena agar kuch bola ho to."

Shivani ne bas sar hila diya. Uske man mein Monu ka wo chehra ghum raha tha jab usne use peeche dhakela tha. Monu ki aankhon mein jo pachtawa tha, wo use yaad aa raha tha.




Bahut hi badhiya update diya hai manikmittalme07 bhai....
Nice and beautiful update....
 
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Mausi ki sari hasi majak 1 kiss m hi nikal di.... Khair ladke hote hi aise hai.... bas mil jaye koi bhi.. लंड khada होने के बाद सब chut ही najar आती है Phir चाहे वह कोई भी हो...
sahi kaha bhai...sala ye lund dekhta hi nahi ke rishta kaun sa hai...ahahaha bahut badhiya
 
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