Behan ki madad se maa ko choda - Part 1
Hello friends, mein Ankit hu. Main 19 saal ka hu. Ye meri maa ke sath mere rishte ki kahani hai. Mere parivar ke baat kare to hum Maharashtrian hai, jisme mere alawa 5 members hai. 1. Meri dadi Shakuntala jinki age 78 years hai. 2. Mere papa Raj (55 years), ek company mein kaam karte hai. 3. Meri maa Anjali 50 years ki hai, jo ek khoobsurat housewife hai. 4. Meri behan Mayuri jiski age 28 years hai, uski shaadi 4 saal pehle hui thi. 5. Mere jija ji 30 years ke hai, Shubham, aur ek IT company mein kaam karta hai. Inke ek saal ke judwa bachhe hai, ek ladka aur ek ladki. Aaiye pehle kahani ke background mein chale. Fir hum actual time mein aayenge. Meri baat kare to main ek company mein hu. Filhaal main apni bachpan ki dost Sakshi ko date kar raha hu, jo mere ghar ke saamne rehti hai. Meri behan ne boyfriend se shaadi ki, jo uska college senior tha. Hum ek semi-bungalow mein rehte hai. Hamare paas ek hall, ek kitchen with dinning, pooja room, aur ek bedroom ground floor par hai. Jahan meri behan, hamari dadi, aur main raha karte hai. Pehli manzil par do bedroom hai, jinme ek ka upyog mere maa papa karte hai. Iske alawa hamare ghar ke saamne chhota lawn hai, aur ek open terrace hai. Now let’s get into the actual story. Ye sab mere junior college ke exams ke baad garmi ke chuttiyon mein shuru hua. Main shaam ko apni behan ke sath terrace par cricket khelta tha. Ek din jab main batting kar raha tha, to usne galti se ball mere lund par maar di. Main dard se chillaya, aur mere maa papa hamari aur bhaage. Mere papa mujhe apne bedroom mein le gaye, aur meri jaanch ki. Ye itna gambhir maamla nahi tha, kyunki hum plastic ball se khel rahe the. Mere papa ne meri maa ko mujhe shant karne aur kuch der meri side mein sone ko kaha. Bachpan ke baad bahut lambe samay ke baad main apni maa ke sath so raha tha. Mujhe abhi bhi yaad hai ki unhone pink colour ki saree pehni hui thi, jo shareer pe thodi fit thi. Main ro raha tha, aur meri maa mujhe apni god mein lekar mujhe shant kar rahi thi. Do week ke baad mera result tha, main thoda ghabraya hua tha. Lekin na-jaane kyun jab maine apni maa ko mera result dekhne ke liye college jaane ke liye taiyaar dekha to main shant ho gaya. Unhone halke yellow colour wali flowers wali saree aur yellow colour ka sleeveless blouse pehna hua tha. Unki twacha subah ki dhoop mein chamak rahi thi. Lips par skintone lipstick, yellow bindi, chhota mangalsutra, aur golden bangles ne baaki kaam poora kar diya. Baad mein hum mere college gaye. Maine dekha ki mere result ki bajaye mere teachers aur mere classmates ke maa-papa ka dhyan meri maa ko mila. Maine 87% marks prapt kiye, aur meri maa bahut khush thi. Unhone mujhe mere classmates, teachers aur parents ke saamne mujhe gale lagaya. Mera sabse acha dost Nikhil bhi aapne papa ke sath wahin tha. Nikhil college mein first aaya tha. Maine aur meri maa ne usko congratulate kiya. Meri maa aur Nikhil ke papa next year coaching par baat kar rahe the. Nikhil ne mujhe corner mein bulaya, aur mere kaan mein fusfusaya, “Jab time aur tumhari maa ek-doosre se gale mile, to maine tumhari pant mein ubhaar dekha tha”. Main chaunk gaya, aur sath hi mujhe sharam mehsoos hui. Maine usko kuch nahi bola, aur apni maa ke sath ghar chala gaya. Meri maa ne shaam ko mera pasandida khaana banaya, aur hamne shaam ko parivar ke sath acha samay bitaya. Agli subha Nikhil mere ghar aaya. Usne mere dadi ko pranam kiya, aur hum upar doosre bedroom mein chale gaye, jo mere maa-papa ke bedroom ki side main tha. Ye ek prakaar ka study room tha, jiska use zyadatar meri behan karti thi, aur charcha sabse pehle shuru hoti hai. Nikhil: Tumhara kab tak khada tha? Kya tumhara baar-baar khada hota hai? Kyunki tumhare ghar mein do swarg ke dwar hai? Ankit: Nahi, mujhe laga ki ye galat hai. Lekin jab main apni maa aur behan ko dekhta hu, to main apni bhavnao par niyantran nahi rakh paata. Nikhil: Ye hamare adulthood ki shuruaat hai. Ye normal hai. Mere maa-papa doctor hai, aur wo mujhse is vishay par khul ke baat karte hai. Ankit: Mujhe nahi pata. Mujhe lagta hai ki maa-papa ne na to mujhse, aur na hi meri behan se, is vishay par baat ki. Nikhil: Ye theek hai. Chal ab baat karte hai. Ankit: Main uncomfortable hu. Nikhil: Theek hai, shuruaat mere se hogi. Main bhi apni maa aur apni chachi ko dekhte hue imagine karta hu ki wo raat mein mere sath naughty things kar rahe hai. Main hamari Marathi teacher Rashmi mam ko bhi imagine karta hu. Ankit: Haa wo sundar hai. Nikhil: Tum usme kya dekte ho? Unka chehra, lips, aankhen, ya unke boobs, ya nabhi? Ankit: Tumne unki nabhi kabhi dekhi? Maine kabhi nahi dekhi. Nikhil: Maine tumhe hamari maths teacher Sharda mam ko dekhte hue dekha. Ab mujhe bata wo maths mein ache marks kaise laaye? Ankit: Topic change mat karo. Batao tumne Rashmi mam ki nabhi kabhi dekhi? Nikhil: Maine waise hi dekha jaise tumne Sharda mam ki nabhi dekhi thi. Hahaha, wo sawli hai, lekin unki curvy body hai. Ankit: Haw! Tumne bhi use dekha? Nikhil: Main bhi tumhe dekhta hu, jab tum Sharda mam ko dekhte ho (Aur hum ek sath hasse). Hamari baat-cheet ke beech maine apni behan ko chhat par tehalte hue dekha. Mujhe laga ki shayad usne hamari baat-cheet sun li hogi. Mujhe is baat ki chinta ho rahi thi ki kya wo maa-papa ko ye baat batayegi ya nahi? Apne maa-papa se pitayi ka darr tha mujhe. Main aur mera dost Nikhil fir play station khele. Kuch der baad wo apne ghar chala gaya. Dopahar ko lunch ke baad main apni behan ke sath chess khel raha tha. 3-4 chaalon mein usne meri rani ko maar diya aur boli, “Miss you Shradha, ab tumhe kon bachayega?” Main apni behan ki ye baat sun kar hairan reh gaya. Ab mujhe pata hai ki wo Nikhil ke sath hui saari baat-cheet jaanti thi. Ankit: Sorry didi. Mayuri: Bilkul theek hai bhai. Don’t be sorry. Ye age hi hai jo hamse ye kaam karwati hai. (Ek lambe viram ke baad) Tum mujhme kya dekte ho? Ankit: Nahi please nahi, main uncomfortable hu.