Saree me lipti hui ma ko jab maine shaadi ke hall ke bathroom me dekha. To mujhe majra samajh nahi aaya. Dusri taraf nigah padi. To mei ekdam chok gaya. Wo to meri didi ke sasur the. Yaaro, baat meri didi ki shaadi ki thi. Fere chal rahe the or ma kisi kaam se wahan se chali gayi. Jayada bhidbaad nahi thi. mushkil se 10 log honge. Baki log son eke liye chale gaye the. Mujhe peshab laga, to mei peshab ghar jo piche ki or bane hue the wahan par chala gaya. Jese hi andar ghusa, ma ki awaz aayi. Mujhe thoda ajraj hua or maine chupke se andar jhank kar dekha. Behosh hote – hote bacha mei.
Ma ki blouse utri hui thi. upar se wo saree me lipti hui thi. Wo se has kar baatain kar rahi thi. Maine najare ghuma kar dekha, to wo didi ke sasur the. Wo pure nange khade the or apne mote lund ko hila rahe the. Kasam se yakin to nahi hua. Lekin jo samne thaw o sach the. Mummy unke bade or mote lund ki tariff kar rahi thi. Mujhe us din pata chala, ki mei or didi apne papa ke baache nahi hai. Dono hi papa kea lag – alag dosto ke bacche hai. Wo ma ko raand kar kar hasne lage. Mei wahan koi aadha ghanta raha. Uncle ne mummy ko bahut jabardast tarike must thoka…
