solah singar kane ke bad anath mai apne mang mai thori si papa ki name ka sindur lagati hu .....mangalsuta mera gale mai pahle se hi thi..Mai apna solah singhar kar ke acche se suhagan aurat ki tarah taiyar ho ke ....Papa ki taraf dekhti hu... papa avi bhi befir ho ke soye huye the... Unko dekh ke mn mai bolti hu kaisi lg rahi hu ji....
Par papa to soye huye the...phir mai bolti hu..Inko duty pe nhi jana....Utha deti hu inko...mai papa ya kahu mere pati ke pass chali jati hu...
Mai papa ko dekh ke mn hi mn muskura ke bolti hi kitne pyare lag rahe hain..Sote huye thodi der aur sone deti hu..,chai banake lati hu phir inko jagati hu...Phir mai room ka door khol ke room se bahar aa jati hu mummy ke hi jaise sir pe pallu kar ke......Sabse pahle pooja ghr mai jaa ke pooja karti hu...
Aur aangan mai meri dadi Jo ki ab meri sas hain wo charpayi pe baithi huyi thi....mai ja ke sabse pahle apne sasu maa ki pair chu ke aasirwad leti hu......
Dadi :- sada suhagan raho bahu dudho nahao puto phalo...Bhagwan kare jaldi se tumhari god bhar de...
Mai ye sun ke sharma jati hu...Aur jaise hi uthti hu to meri sir ke pallu niche gir jati hain...To ye dekh ke dadi jo ki ab meri sas hain wo thori gusse mai bolti hain...
Dadi :-bahu ye kya ki ho tum ...
Ye sun ke mai ghabra jati hu..kya galti ho gyi mujhse ...Aur mai apni sasu maa se puchti hu...Kya hua maa ji...Mujhse koi galti ho gyi...
Mujhe maf kar dijyai...Aage se nhi hogi...??
Dadi :- dekho bahu hamare gaw ki manyta hi ki suhagan aurat apna pura mang bharti hai...Kyuki jitni lamba mang mai sindur uske pati ki aayu utni hi lambi hoti hai. .Tum ab ek suhagan aurat ho...To tum bhi sindur pure mang mai kya karo...Tum nhi cahti ki tumhare pati ki aayu lambi ho ..
Mai :-nhi nhi maa ji bhagwan kare unko meri bhi umar lag jay...
Dadi :- Aur haa bahu baro ke samne pallu hamesa sambhal ke rakho yehi ek bahu ki sanskar aur maryada hoti hai...Tumhara sir se pallu hatane ka aadhikar sirf mere bete jagdish ka hai...
Mai :- maf kar dijyai maa ji aage se aisa nhi hoga ..mai dhyan rakhugi...
Dadi :- koi bat nhi bahu mai tumhe dant nhi rahi hu bas samjha rahi hu....aage se dhyan rakhna ...Waise bahu itni jaldi kyu uth gyi...Thora aram se uthti...
Mai :- nhi maa ji mai thik hu...
Dadi :- thik hai bahu uth gyi ho
Jaa thoda chai pila de apne hatho ki ...Aur haa sonam bahu jagdish utha ki nhi....
Mai :- nhi maa ji wo soye huye hain...
Dadi :- jaa utha de bahu apne pati ko ...Use duty nhi jana kya...Aur haa usse bolna laute waqt meri ghutno ka tel lete aane ke liye...Meri ghutno ka dard phir se badh gyi hain...
Mai :- ji maa ji mai bol dungi unko... Wo Aate waqt lete aayege....layiye na tab tak mai apki pair ki malis kar deti hu...Apko thori aaram milega...
Dadi :- haa bahu...Kar de...
Mai kitchen mai jaa ke sabse pahle tel garam karti hu...Aur apni dadi ya kahu apni sas ki ghutno ki acche se malis karti hu...Ek acchi bahu ki tarah...
Dadi :- bahat aaram mil rahi hai bahu tumhari malish ka...
Dadi :- jaa bahu chai pila de aur jagdish ko bhi utha de duty ke liye...Aur shipra ko jaga de jaga de school ke liye...
Mai :- ji maa ji abhi jati hu...
Mai phir se kitchen mai jati hu...Aur chai banne lagti hu...Chai banake ke sabse pahle apni dadi ya kahu apni sasu maa ko deti hu...Phir 2 cup chai le ke mummy ki room jo ab mera aur papa ka room ban gya tha..
Mai chai ka tray le ke apne room mai wapas aati hai....to wo dekhti hau... Papa ya kahu mere pati abhi bhi so rahe the...mai chai ki cup wahi pass mai table par rakh deti hu...Aur unke pass ja ke unko jagane lagti hu...
Mai :- aaaji uthyai na ...Dekhye kitni subah ho gyi hai...Duty nhi jani hai...Par papa to ghode bech ke soye huye the....
Mai phir se bolti hu...aaajji uthyai na duty nhi jani...
Papa soye huye hi bolte hain...Thora sone do na sonam ...
Mai nhi ji uthayi chai pi lijyai nhi to thandi ho jayegi....
Papa dheere se apni aankh kholte hain...
to mujhe dekh ke unke chere pe muskan aa jati hai...
Mai red colour ki sunder shree pahne huye unke bagal mai baithi huyi thi...
Papa bina der kiye huye meri kamar mai hath dal ke mujhe apni aur kich lete hain...Aur mere upar chad jate hain...mai kuch samaj pati tab tak papa ya kahu mere pati mere upar the...
Mai unko mana karti hu...Par wo kaha manne wale the...Wo acche se mere upar chad ke meri
Aankho mai pyar se dekhne lagte hain..Aur mai bhi unko dekhne lagti hu...
Phir wo hina der kiye huye mere hoontho ko chum ke mere aankho mai dekhte huye bolte hain...
Papa :- wow .... Kitni khubsurat rahi ho tum sonam ... jitna bhi dekhu ji hi nhi bharta hai tumhari sundarta se......Ji karta hai dub jai tumhari ise khubsurati mai...
kl rat kitne dino ke bad tumhari sundarta ka jam chakha tha .....aaahhaha kamal ki ho tum sonam...kya khubsurat badan hai tumhara......aaaahhha meri sonam rani...
tumhe dekh ka mera mn phir se machalne lga hai..... meri jan ...Ek round phir ho jay...
Mai :- nhi ji abhi nhi abhi koi time hai bhala wo sab karne ki ... Maa ji kya sochege gi...Mere itna bolne se pahle hi papa apna khudrura hooth aage badha ke meri rasile lal - lal liphstic wali
hootho pe laga dete hain...aur mujhe apne majboot baho mai kas ke meri ras bhari hootho ka jam pine lagte hain...
Kuch hi der mai papa mere honto pese sari lipstick kha chuke the .....mai bhi unko mana kar rahi thi par rol bhi nhi rahi thi yu kahu mai bhi unka sath dene lagi thi. .. hum dono mia bibi apne mai mast te...duniya se bekhbar...apne pyar ki gari ko aage badha rahe the....Papa mujhe apne bibi samagh ker mujhe pyar kar rahe the....
...Hum dono mia bibi ek dusre mai khoye huye the....
Papa mere rasile hootho ko apne hootho se uske ras pi rahe the...aur apna hath aage badha ke meri sari ke uper se hi meri mast gand ke chutar pe rakh dete hain...pahle sahlate hain aur phir meri dono chutar ko apne hatho mai le ke masalne lagte hain....
room ke ander ka mahol ek dam garam ho chuka tha....mai bhi papa ya kahu apne pati ka pura sath de rahi thi....us pyar ke sangam ka...mai bhi apni gori bahe papa ke baho mai dal ke us pyar ka anand le rahi thi.....
Meri badan ki khusboo papa ko aur romanchit kar raha tha.....wo mere hootho ko chuse jaa rahe the....Aur apne dono hatho se meri gand masal rahe the...
aise hi hum dono mia bibi kafi der tak dono ek dusre mai khoye huye the....
kuch der aise hi kiss karne ke bad papa apna muh mere ke hooto pe se hatate hai....
to mai hafte huye unse bolti hu.....
aaaji kitna kiss karege...meri sari lipstick to kha gye...Ab thori chai bhi pi lijyai...thadi ho jayegi....
Papa:- meri sonam darling mai usse bhi jatda testy chiz pi raha hu....tumhare rasile hotho ka jam ...iske samne ye chai kya chiz hai....
Mai :- aaji ji abhi chor dijyai bad mai jitna kiss karna hoga kar lijiyega.....avi mujhe jane dijyai mujhe nasta bhi khna bhi bnani hai....Aur shipra aur taiyar kar ke school bhi bejni hai...Aur apki nasta bhi ready karni hai...
Aaji please choryai na ...ye dekhyai chai bhi thandi ho chuki hogi...phir se garam karni paregi....
choryai na ji ...
Papa :- meri rani tumhe chorne ka mn nhi karta....Kitna intjar kiya hu...mn karta hai aisi hi tumhe apne baho mai bhar ke rakhu....Hamesa..
tabhi bahr se dadi ya kahi meri sas ki awaz aati hai..
Dadi :- bahu ..oooo sonam bahu...Kya kar rahi ho...
Mai :- ji maa ji aaayi...Abhi aayi bas...
Mai :- aaji choryai na bad mai jo karna ho kar lijyaiga..Lekin abhi jane dijyai apni bibi ko.....maa ji bula rahi hain....
Papa :- theek hai meri jan...avi to jane de raha hu....par rat ko kuch nhi sunuga...
Mai ye sun ke sharma jati hu ...
Aur unko dhaka de waha se bhag jati hu...
Aur apni sasu maa ke pas ja ke puchti hai...
Mai :- ji maa ji ....
Dadi :- bahu jao nasta bna lo...Shipra ko utha de mai use ready kar deti hu tu jaa sabke liye nasta bna le ..Aur haa aaj meeta jarur banana...
Kyuki aaj ise ghr ki bahu ke roop mai tumhari pahli rasoyi hai...
Mai :- ji maa ji abhi abhi banati hu...Pahle shipra ko jaga deti hu...mai shipra ko jaga deti hu...Tabhi papa ki kamre se bahar aate hain...Wo bolte hain..Tum jao sonam mai shipra ko ready kar deta hu..Tum nasta ready karo...
Mai :-ji abhi banati hu itna kah ke mai
kitchan ki aur badh jati hai......
Dadi :- bahu jao nasta bna lo...Shipra ko utha de mai use ready kar deti hu tu jaa sabke liye nasta bna le ..Aur haa aaj meeta jarur banana...
Kyuki aaj ise ghr ki bahu ke roop mai tumhari pahli rasoyi hai...
Mai :- ji maa ji abhi abhi banati hu...Pahle shipra ko jaga deti hu...mai shipra ko jaga deti hu...Tabhi papa ki kamre se bahar aate hain...Wo bolte hain..Tum jao sonam mai shipra ko ready kar deta hu..Tum nasta ready karo...
Mai :-ji abhi banati hu itna kah ke mai
kitchan ki aur badh jati hai......
a aage ..
Mai kitchan mai chali jati hu....aur sochti hai kya banau naste mai....kuch der sochne ke bad decide karti hu ...Chalo shipra ki pasand ki aalu paratha bana leti hu aur meethe mai papa ki pasand ki halwa bana leti hu...Wo jaldi bn bhi jayegi... uske bad aaram kar lungi thoda...
mai jaldi se aalu boil karti hu..aur sath mai hi halwa bna leti hu..phir aalu paratha banane lagti hu...mai pratha bna hi rahi thi ki Tabhi shipra aa jati hai mere pass ...Aur mujhe bolti hai..
Shipra :- mummy mummy mujhe skool nhi jana aaj ...Papa ko bolo na ki aaj rahne dene ke liye...
Mai shipra se bolti hu...
Mai:- beta tumhare papa to thik hi bolte hai skool to jana cahiye waise kyu nhi jani meri betiya rani ko..
Shipra :- mummy skool mai Meri koi dost nhi hai....Ise liye mujhe nhi jana...
Mai :-
skool jana acchi bat hoti hai na koi .... Beta skool jaogi tabhi to tumhare naye dost banege na...Aur padhogi tabhi na tum banogi apne papa ke jaise bahadur aur acche insan...
Tum meri good girl ho na .Good girl skool jati hai na ..Apne mummy papa ka bat manti hai.....Tum meri good girl ho na .
Shipra :- haa mummy...
mai :- Tum skool jaogi to mai tumhare papa se bol kar tumhe dher sari choclate aur khilona dilaugi...
Shipra ye sun ke khus ho jati hai aur bolti hai...Such mai mummy ..
Mai :- haa meri gudiya rani.. abhi tum jao skool ...
Shipra thik hai mummy bol ke mere gale lg jati hai..Aur mere gal pe kiss de deti hai...puuchhh se ..
Aur bolti hai..you are the best mummy in world..
mai shipra ki ise masumiyat pe mujhe bahut bahut pyar aata hai....
Aur nai bhi use chum leti hu....
Aur mn hi mn mai bolti hu... Meri shipra Kitni pyari aur masoom hai ... Mummy ke jane ke bad Accha hua mai hi iski mummy bn gyi.....Iske muh se mummy sunna kitna accha lagta hai.. Aisa lagta ki mai hi iski mummy hu...Lagna kya ab to mai hi iski mummy hu...Aur ye meri beti ..Kyuki iske papa se shadi jo racha li hu...Aur unki bibi bankar unke sath apna ghr basa li hu...
Tabhi shipra bolti hai mummy mummy kya soch rahi ho...mujhe bhuk lagi hai khana Dogi tabhi to mai skool jaugi na...
Mai :- sorry sorry beta abhi deti hu...Aur shipra ko aalu pratha de deti hu..Aur lunch bhi pack kar ke de deti hu...Phir shipra nasta kar ke apne skool ke liye chali jati hai...
Papa ya kahu mere pati usko skool bus tak chor aate hain..Aur phir dadi jo ki ab meri sas ban chuki hain..Unke pass ke baith jate hain...Aur mujhe awaz de ke bolte hain...Sonam jara ek cup chai pila de bahut thakan mahsus ho rahi hai aur sir bhi thori bhari lag rahi hai.....Par mai unki awaz nhi sunti hu...
Dadi :- beta chai nhi piya tum..Bahu to bana ke le gyi thi ander...Jyda thakan hai to aaj duty mat jao aaram kar lo...mai bahu ko bolti hu...Tumhari sir ki malis kar degi...
Papa :- wo maa jana parega...Waise kafi chutti le chuka hu... Ab nahi le sakta...
Dadi :- koi bat nhi beta ... Mai bahu se bolti hu chai ke liye....Bahu o sonam bahu kya kar rahi hai...mai kitchen se bahar aake ke bolti hu..Ji maa ji. .
Dadi :- bahu kam se kam ek chai to pila diya kar apne pati ko time par...Kitna kam karta hai bechara humlogo ke liye...Iska sir bhi dard kar raha hai..
Jaa jaldi se chai bna ke pila de...Aur iske sir mai thori tel se champi kar de...Isko aram milega..
Mai :- ji maa ji abhi lati hu..Aur teji se papa ke liye chai bana ke papa ko deti hu...aur unke balo mai tel se champi karne lagti hu...tabhi mn mai bolti hu..kabhi mummy aise hi papa ki champi karti thi...ab mai unki jagah leke unke pati ki champi kar rahi hu....kismat bhi kya khel khelati hai kuch din pahle tak kisi ko apni lugayi banane wala tha par aj khud hi apne papa ki lugayi bnkar unke ghr ki sobha badha rahi hu.....
Papa chai pite huye dadi ya kahu meri sas se bate karte hain..Kuch kuch... Phir Dadi unko apne ghutne ke dard ke bare mai batati hai.. aur Tel lane ke liye bolti hain...
Chai pine ke bad papa nahane ke liye bathroom
Mai chale jate hain.... Aur Mujhse kapda nikalne ke liye bol kar...
Mai bhi apna kitchen ka kam chor ke papa ke kapde nikalne ke liye apne kamre mai chali jati hu...Kyuki ki mummy bhi aisa hi karti thi..Papa ka har choti chiz ka khyal rakhti thi ...Abse ye sari zimmedari meri thi...
Kamre mai Aake apne bistar ko dekti hu jo puri astya vest thi... Aasya vest to hogi hi isi bistar pe apne papa kya kahu mere pati ke sath kal rat suhagrat jo manayai thi... unki dulhan ban kar unko patni ka pyar di thi...
Us bistar ki halat dekh ke mere man mai sharm ki lali cha jati hai...Aur abhi bhi kl rat ki Suhagrat wali sabhi seen mere dimag mai ghum rahi thi... Kl Papa kaise mujhe isi bistar par apne niche lita kar raund diye the... kabhi yahi bistar par mummy ko apne niche lita ke raundte honge...Ab mummy ki jagah mai unki bibi hu...To unka haq hai mujhe raundhne ka...
Dekho to bistar ka kya hal bana hua hai... Silwate parna to lazmi hai ... Tabhi mai dekhti hu bistar pe kuch khoon aur papa ke virya ke dhabbe bhi pare huye hai ...
Dekho to bistar ka kya hal bana hua hai... Silwate parna to lazmi hai ... Tabhi mai dekhti hu bistar pe kuch khoon aur papa ke virya ke dhabbe bhi pare huye hai ...
jo meri kaumark bhang hone ki gawahi de raha tha...... papa ya kahu meri patidev ji kl rat meri kaumark bhang kar ke mujhe puri tarah se aurat bna diye the... Aur Mujhe apni bibi bana kar mummy ka jagah de diye the...
Koi bhi ise bistar ka hal dekh ke kah sakta hai ki ise bistar par ghamasan chudai huyi hogi.. .Jo such bat thi bhi kal rat papa ya kahu mere pati ne mujhe apne musal lund se chod - chod kar meri badan ka har aang ko tod diye rakh diye.....jiska dard mere badan pe abhi bhi mahsus ho rahi hai... Par usi dard mai ek aurat hone ka asli sukh hai...Maa ji sahi hi bol rahi thi.. aurat bani hu to dard to sahna hi parega...
Unhone meri palang tod chudai ki jise mai zindgi bar bhi nhi bhul sakti...Mujhe apne mummy se ab jalan ho rahi hai...kash mai pahle se ek aurat hoti aur ise sukh ka ahsas karti....Such mai aurat hona ek kamal ka ahsas hai...Jise paa ke mai dhanya ho gyi hu...
mai kabhi socha nhi tha ki aurat bankar aisi khusi mikegi...Neha sahi hi boli thi .. aurat hone ka asli sukh uske pati hi deta hai... kl mere papa ya kahu mere pati dev ji ne meri chut ki chudai kar ke mujhe ek aurat hone ka sukh diye ......mujhe swarg ki darsan kara diye...
Mujhe aurat banne ka asli sukh diye...Such mai ab aurat ban kar mujhe khud pe garv mahsus hoti hai...Khas kar ke apne papa ki aurat bn kar...
Mai papa ya kahu apne pati ko kisi chiz ki kami mahsus nahi hone dungi...Mummy se bhi jyda pyar dungi...
Kabhi isi bistar par meri mummy ko chod kar apni muhar laga diye the ..Ab usi bistar par mujhe bhi chod kar mujhepe apna muhar laga diye hain....Ab mai apki bibi ke sath sath apki dasi bhi hu...apki ye dasi kabhi bhi apko mummy ki kami mahsus nhi hone dege....
Mai tezi se wo bedsheet badal deti hu...Aur bed acche se bana ke papa ke liye almira se kapde nikal ke press kar ke wahi rakh deti hu...
Phir wapas kitchen mai chali jati hu...Apna bacha hua kam nipatane ...
Papa naha dho ke kamre mai chale jate hain...Kuch der ke bad papa ki awaz aati hai ...Sonam o sonam kya kar rahi ho...idhar aana jara...
Mai :- ji...Aayi...Aur tezi se papa ya kahu apne pati ke pass chali jati hu...Aur puchti hu kya hua ji...Kuch cahiye kya...
Papa :- o sonam dekho na mai ye shirt ko kaise pahnu iska batton to tuta hua hai...Kya karu kaise pahnu...
Mai :- ap change kar lijyai mai dusri shirt nikal deti hu...
Papa :- ab kya change karu...Rahne do aisa karo tum ise sil do...
Mai :- ji abhi karti hu....Aur sui dhaga le ke papa ke karib jaa ke unke shirt ki button. Ko silne lagti hu...Papa bhi mujhe bare pyar se mujhe apne baho mai bhar lete hain...mai unko bolti hu kya kar rahe hain ji...choriye na please ...Apko sui lg jayegi...
Papa :- koi bat nhi meri jan..chorne ke liye thodi hi pakra hu ...Mujhe to ye cahiye aur bina der kiye huye ...Apna hoonth meri hoontho pe laga dete hain...Aur mujhe chumne lagte hain... Mai kuch samaj pati tabtak wo meri honto ko apne honto ke bich daba ke chusne lagte hain...
Mai unko rokne ki kosis karti hu par janti thi sab bekar hai...papa ki pakar se chutna muskil hai..to mai bhi Dheere dheere unka sath dene lagti hu..aur apna hoonth khol ke unke jeev se jeev ladane lagti hu unke hontho ko chusne lagti hu....kabhi wo meri rasili hoonth chuste to kabhi mere jeev ko....Hum dono ka wo chumban dheere dheere passanate kiss mai badal chuka tha...mai phir se apna hosh hawas kho rahi thi... Tabhi Papa ya kahu mere patidev ji dheere se apna hath mere badan pese sarkare huye meri gand pe le jate hain..Aur meri sharee ke uper se hi meri dono mulayam chuttad ko kas ke pakar ke masale lagte hain...mai bhi unko kisi chiz ke mana nhi kar rahi thi...Aur karti bhi to kya mante thode hi...Wo to apni manmani hi karte jo wo kar rahe the.. aur mai Unko musal lund apni nabhi pe mahsus ho rahi thi..jo kisi lohe ki mafik khada tha...Dheere dheere mai apna hos khoti jaa rahi thi..
Meri sansene bhari hone lagti hai...Jisse meri dam jhuthe lagti hai..
To hum dono alag hote hain... Jaise hi papa apna honth mere honth pe hatate hain..to mai hafne lagti hu....Papa abhi bhi mujhe apne majbut baho mai thame huye the...Aur unka hath meri gadde dar gand pe tha...wo meri aankho mai dekh ke bare pyar se bolte hain...
Sonam rani tum Kitni khubsurat ho... Ji nahi bharta tumse na hi kabhi bharega..bhagwan ne tumhe bari fursat se banaya hai ...Dino din tum jawan hoti jaa rahi aur tumhari khubsurati bhi...
Ye sun ke mai sharma jati hu...Aur sharma ke unse bolti hu..
Mai :- kaha ji mai kaha utni sundar hu...Jaise pahli thi waise abhi bhi hu...Ap jhoot muth ke meri taraf karte hain...Kya khubsurat hai mere mai...??
Mai :- kaha ji mai kaha utni sundar hu...Jaise pahli thi waise abhi bhi hu...Ap jhoot muth ke meri taraf karte hain...Kya khubsurat hai mere mai...??
Papa :- sonam darling tumhari har chiz bahut khubsurat hai tumhari kali kali nayan tumhari ye reshmi julfe aur tumhari ye rasili honth ...Tabhi to tumse ji nhi bharata...
kya husan hai tumhari... Aur sabse khubsurat tumhari ye gand...tumhare badan ki sundarta pe char chand lagati hai..(Ye kah ke jor se meri gand daba dete hain..Jisase meri halka sa chik nikal jati hai.....)aaahhhaa aahahaa...
jab tum matak matak ke chlti ho to tumhari ye gand dekh ke mera dil baith sa jata hai......
kya khubsurat gadde dar gand hai tumhari...Ji karta hai tumhari gand ko aise hi dabate rahu...Ek bat bolu meri Sonam rani...
Mai bhi unke aankho mai pyar se dekhte huye bolti hu..
Mai :- bolyena ji ...apko mujhse ijajat mangne ki koi jarurat nhi...Ap mere pati hain...Apka pura haq hai mere pe...
Papa :- Meri jan Ek bar tum apni gand do na...Kitna bar kaha hu ..Par tum har bar mana kar deti ho... Bahut maza aayega...ek bar ye bhi try karo na..accha nahi lagega to dwara nhi boluga pakka...Ek bar tum apni gand marne do na... ..Tum apni pahli suhagrat mai apni kuwari chut di thi na...To apni dusri suhagrat mai apni gand do na... Promise karta hu aaram se karuga...
Papa ki bat sun ke mera pura badam sihar si jati hai...aur papa ki batao se Mai samajh jati hu ki mummy aaj tak papa ko apni gand nhi di thi....mai bhi mummy ke hi jaise mana kar deti hu ...To meri bhi gand bach jayegi ...Aur chauda nhi hogi..(mai mn hi mn mai sochti hu kya such mai mummy papa ko aajtak apni gand nhi di thi.. wo to ek dusre se itna pyar karte the...Phir bhi apne pati ki khusi ke liye ye nhi ki...)
Mujhe bhi aise hi mana kar deni cahiye...
Par mai kaise mana kar sakti hu...Ab ye mere pati hain aur mai inki patni ...Har patni ki kartavya hota hai apne pati ki iccha pura karna...cahe kirna bhi dard kyu na sahna pare... Mai kya karu Inko bahut ichha hai...Meri gand marne ki...
Mai bhi mummy ke hi jaise mana karti hu..Agar man gye to thik hai...Nhi to de dungi apni chut de hi di hu ab gand bhi de dungi.....Jo hoga so hoga...Apne pati ki khushi ke liye kuch bhi sahan kar sakti hu....)
Mai :- nhi ji bahut dard hoga....please waha nhi ...Suna hu waha dalane se bahut dard hoti hai...Nahi ji mujhe nhi lena...Waha pe...
Papa :-please sonam man jao na...Bas ek bar...Bahut mn karta hai tumhari gand bhi maru...Itni salo mai mai jid nhi kya na...Bas ek bar karne do na....
Mai :-nhi ji...Bahut dard hoga...Ap aage kar lijyai ...mai mana nhi karugi....
Papa thora chid ke bolte hain...
Papa :- thik hai jao.tumko meri khusi ka fiqr hi nhi.... Jao Mujhe tumse bat nhi karni...
Aur mujhe halka sa dhakka deke mujhe khud se dur kar ke bina kuch bole chale jate hain...
Mai unko rukne ke liye bolti hu ..Par wo bina kuch sune ghar se nikal jate hain...
Mai bistar pe baith ke rone lagti hu... Aur Mn hi mn mai khud ko kosti hu...Kaisi bibi hu...Jo apni pati ek iccha bhi puri nhi ki...wo aurat kis kam ki jo apne pati ki kam na aaye...unki iccha puri na kar sake...Unko meri gand marne ka mn tha mai jhoot mooth ke mana kar di....Mummy unko apni gand nhi di to kya ..Ab mai mummy ki jagah unki bibi hu...mai dungi unko apni gand marne...aur ye badan bhi to unhi ke liye transform ki hu...Aakhir apne pati ki khusi ke liye itna to kar hi sakti hu...
Mai yahi sab soch ke roye jaa rahi thi ki tabhi neha ka call aa jata hai....
Mai phone dekh ke phone uthati hu....
Neha :- hello meri pyari sonam aunty...Kaisa raha apki fist night apne pati ke sath ap dono khub enjoy kiye na apni suhagrat ko..??? ...Uncle apko ek aurat hone ka asli sukh diye....Ki nhi...
Neha ke muh se ye sun ke mere chehre pe phir se lali cha jati hai...
Mai sharma ke neha se bolti hu...
Mai :- tum bhi na neha ...koi apni aunty se aise bat karta hai....
Neha :- oooho accha ji ab ap meri aunty...Pahle to bahut chidti thi jab mai aunty bolti thi tab...Aisa kunsa rang chada diye jagdish uncle ne...Batao mujhe bhi aakhir mai apki dost bhi to hu...Uper se apki ex gf...Batao na sonu sorry sorry sonam aunty kl rat uncle ne billi mare ki nhi...
Mai sharma ke..Neha se bolti hu..
Mai :- haa wo billi mar chuke hain...Aur us billi ka bura hal kar diye hain...
Neha :- wah kya khabar sunayi apne congratulations ...Ab ap puri tarah se apni mummy ki jagah le li ho...Bn gyi ho apni mummy ki sautan...
Mai :- sharma ke hmmm bolti hu...Aur neha se puchti hu waha pe sujan aur bahut dard hai..Kya karu..
Neha :- garam pani sek likhai...Aur koi antiseptic cream lga lijyai ...Jaldi thik ho jayega...Ap jayda socho nhi ...Bas us pal ka aanand lijyai..
Neha :- wah kya khabar sunayi apne congratulations ...Ab ap puri tarah se apni mummy ki jagah le li ho...Bn gyi ho apni mummy ki sautan...
Mai :- sharma ke hmmm bolti hu...Aur neha se puchti hu waha pe sujan aur bahut dard hai..Kya karu..
Neha :- garam pani sek likhai...Aur koi antiseptic cream lga lijyai ...Jaldi thik ho jayega...Ap jayda socho nhi ...Bas us pal ka aanand lijyai..
Aur aunty ji puri aurat bn kar kaisa lg raha hai...khus ho na ap...sonu se sonam aunty bankar...??
Mai :- haa neha mai bahut khus hu.. mujhe bahut accha lg raha hai...mai bahut khus hu...Ise zindgi se.. Thankyou neha meri muskil ghari mai mujhe support karne ke liye...
Mai bahut khus hu ek mard se aurat bankar ...Aurat ban kar socha nhi tha mujhe aisi khusi milegi...Such mai meri asli yahi zindgi hai...mai bahut khus ise naye zindgi se aur papa ki bibi bankar...
Kismat nai bhale hi mujhe aurat banne pe majbur kiya..Aur mujhe ek aurat banakar apne papa sath ghr basane pe majbur kiya...Lekin niyati mai jo hota hai wo hota hi hai...Meri niyati yahi thi ki mai apne papa ki bibi bankar unke sath ghar basau...Unko sab kuch du jo kabhi mummy diya karti thi...
Mai bahut khus hu unke sath apna ghr basa ke.....
Aur mai khus hu Apne ise zindgi se..Meri asli pahchan yahi hai...Ki mai hi sonam hu...Aur mai hi unki Mrs hu...
Neha :- sahi kaha aunty apne...Ab apki yahi pahchan hai...Hamse khus rahiye aur uncle ko bhi hamse khus rakhiye...Unko wo har sukh dijyai jo kabhi apki mummy deti thi...
Mai :-hmm nhi...Tum sahi kah rahi ho..mai puri kosis karugi ki unko mummy se bhi badhkar pyar do...Unki har choti choti chiz ka khyal rakhu...
Neha :- haa aunty har aurat ki yahi kartavya hota hai...ap hamesa khus raho ...Aur uncle ko bhi khus rakho....
Ab Bas bhagwan se dua hai ki jaldi se ap uncle ke bacche ki maa bn jao...
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Neha ke muh se maa banne wali bat sun ke mai sharma jati hu...Aur sharma ke bolti hu tum bhi na neha...Jb hoga tumhe bataungi hi...Waise mai taiyar hu unke bacche ki maa banne ke liye...Ab dekho kb mai pet se hoti hu...
Phir mai neha se bolti hu..
Mai :- ,neha mujhe tumse ek bat puchna thi....
Neha :- haa aunty ap kuch bhi puch sakti ho...Aakhir ap meri dost jo ho...Aur mere ex bf bhi to rah chuke ho..
Mai :- wo neha puchna tha ki....Wo piche lene mai jyda dard bhi hoti hai...Aur such mai chaura ho jati hai...
Neha :- are aunty mujhse kyu sharma rahi ho us pichwada ko gand bolte hain...Kya uncle ne apki gand nhi mare hain...Abhi tak...Mujhe laga kl rat uncle apki gand bhi baja chuke hone...
Mai :- nhi ...
Neha :- koi bat nhi Aunty kl rat nhi to aaj rat sahi apki gand ka bhi udhaghatn bhi ho jayega...Waise aaj tak mai gand to nhi marwayi hu...Lekin suna hu...Gand marwane mai thodi jyda dard hoti hai ...Par ek bar gand ki ched khul jayegi to phir maza hi maza...Ap jyda socho bas sab kuch uncle pe chor do...Wo jo cahe jaisa cahe wo karo...
Ek bar phir se aunty apko congratulations...Wish you happy married life....Jaldi se good news sunaayi....
Jab tak mai yaha hu..
Mai :- jab tab yaha hu ka matlab kya tum kahi jaa rahi ho...
Neha :- haa aunty wo papa mere liye ladka dhunde hain..Wo NRI hai...Dekho sab kuch sahi rahega..To mai bhi shadi ke bad uske sath chali jaugi...
Mai :- itni jaldi neha...Mujhe batayi nhi...
Neha :- batane hi wali thi... Mai socha apki shafi ke bad bata dungi...Ab ap bhi apna ghr basa liye to mujhe bhi to ek na ek din kisi ke sath ghr basana hi tha ...to papa bole maine haa kar di..
Mai :- accha ki neha tum ise riste ke liye haa kar di.. mai bhi yahi cahti thi ki ..Tum bhi apni zindgi mai aage badh jao jaise aage badh gyi.....Jao apne pati ke sath videsh...
Hum dono aise hi thodi der bat kiye
Phir neha phone rakh deti hai...
Neha se bat kar ke mujhe bahut accha lg raha tha...Aur khusi bhi ho rahi thi wo bhi apni zindgi mai aage badh gyi...Jaise mai badh gyi thi...Apne papa ke sath...
Phir mai bhi apne room se nikal ke kitchen ka bacha kam karne chali hati hu...Maa ji ko bhi nasta bagera deti hu...Hum bhi nasta kar ke apne room mai aa jati hu...Aur apne bed pe aa ke papa ya kahu apne pati ko call karti hu...
Par papa meri phone nhi utha rahe the...
Mujhe bachani badhne lagi thi...mai unko msg kar ke sorry bolti hu...Unko requst karti hu ki phone uthane kiye....
...Kya kar rahe hain ji ...Please phone utha lijyai...
mai janti hu ap gussa hai mujhse...
Sorry ji...mujhe maf kar dijyai...Aage se aisi galti nahi hogi.. please maf kar dijyai....
Par unka koi jawab nhi....
To mai phir se unse request karti hu....
Please ji maf kar dijyai...Ap jo bolege mai wo karugi...Par mujhse yu naraz mat rahiye...Please ji bat kijyai apni sonam se...Apka har kuch sah sakti hu par apka ye berukhi nhi sakti ...Please ji...Yu mujhse naraz mat rahiye...Nhi to nai mar jaugi...
Please ji...Maf kar dijyai..Ap jo bolege apki bibi wo karegi...Apki khusi ke liye mai apni jan bhi de dungi...Please ji mujhe maf kar dijyai...
Tabhi papa ka phone aa jata hai...
Papa :- hello ?Kya such mai meri jan...Tum taiyar ho...Apni gand mujhe dene ke liye...
Mai :- sharma ke...Apne pati ko kisi chiz ke liye mana kar sakti hu...Apke khusi ke liye kuch bhi kar sakti hu...
Papa :- to jan itni din se mana kyu karti thi...Har bar kahta tha par tum har bar nazar ho jati thi...Aaj chand kidhar se nikla hai... Jidhar se bhi nikla hai...par mai bahut khus hu..Jo tum man gyi ho...Mujhe laga aaj bhi tum nahi manogi ...
Mera barso se sapna tha..Tumhari gand maru...Lekin tum har bar naraz ho jati thi jab bhi mai bolta ...Isliye kahna chor diya...Lekin pata nhi idhar kuch din se mujhe tumhari gand apni aur kitch raha hai...Jab bhi tumhari gand ko dekhta hu na to mera ye lund baithe ka nam hi nahi leta...
Mai :- to zabardasti kar lete mai kya hi kar leti ...
Papa :- sonam darling tum to janti hi ho... Aaj tak mai tumhare man ke khilaf kuch kiya hu tumhare sath...Chudai ka asli maza jor jabardasti se nhi hota hai...Pyar se hota hai....
Jisme tumhari khusi usme meri khusi....
Mai :- aji ek bat puchu...
Papa :- haa sonam tum kuch bhi puch sakti ho...
Mai :- aji mai suna hu...Piche karwane se wo chauda ho jata hai...Kya such bat hai...
Papa :- haa meri jan us pichwade ko gand kahte hain...Haa gand marwane se gand chauda ho jata hai...Chauda gand wali aurat aur jyda sunder lagti hai...
Thik hai sonam tum aaram karo....mai thora kam kar lu...oooommaa i love you meri jan...
Mai :- unki phone pe hi kiss deti hu...Aur nai unko love you too bolti hu...Aur phir hum dono phone rakh dete hain...
Mai yahi sab sochte soche kb aankh lag gyi mujhe pata hi nhi chala....
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