Ramya aunty papa ki dost thi. Papa ke office me unke saath kaam karti thi. Papa ki hi company me. Partner to nahi thi. Lekin kaam wo hi sambhalti thi or paisa papa ne lagaya hua tha. Ramya aunty or papa pahle ek hi company me the or phir dono ne job chor kar apna business daal liya tha. Meri Maa ek chote se town thi. Kam padi – likhi thi. Isliye wo kabhi un dono ke relationship ko samajh hi nahi paayi or dhire – dhire wo ghar me sirf ek kaamwali ban kar rah gayi. Mei padai ke liye bahar chale gaya tha. Jab bhi aata chhuttiyo me dekha. Ki papa or Ramya aunty ek hi room me hote. Chudai ki awaze aati thi. Maa kuch nahi kar paati or bol paati thi.
Ramya aunty divorcee thi. Unki beti ka sara jimma papa ne le rakha tha. Us baar ghar aaya, to Maa kisi mandir me chali gayi thi. Papa or Ramya aunty ke pass puri shaam thi. Un dono ko mere aane ke baare me nahi malum tha. Mei jese hi bathroom me jaane laga. to mujhe andar se siskariyo ki awaze aane lagi. Ramya aunty papa ko bol rahi thi. “umar ho gayi tumhari, lekin tumhare andar ka janwar abhi tak jinda hai”. Papa haste hue bole, jab itna hasin shikar samne ho, to kon harami janwaar marna chahega.” dono badi jor – jor se has rahe the or Ramya aunty ki siskiyo ki awaze bahar tak gunj rahi thi.
Mujhe bhi bada man hua un dono ko dekhne ka. Ramya aunty saadi pahanti thi. Kisi swarg ki apsara se kam nahi lagti thi wo. Saare mard marte the un par. Par papa to unke bade wale fan the. Maine andar jhanka to dng rah gaya. Kamal ka nanga badan tha Ramya aunty ka. Esa lag raha tha, ki sangmarmar se tarashi hui koi muthi ho. Dudh se nahaya hua ekdam safed or chamakdaar badan… Papa kya koi bhi mard fisal jaaye un par. maja aa ne laga tha unki chudai ko dekha… phir to mujhe jab bhi mouka mila. Maine unki chudai ka bharpur maja liya.
