Namaskar, mera naam Rahul hai, aur main 18 saal ka simple sa dikhne wala ladka hu. Filhaal main kaafi samay se apni mom jinka naam Anita hai, jo ki 46 ki hai, aur apni badi behan, jiska naam Aarti hai, jo ki 29 ki hai, unke sath Delhi ke ek backward mohalle mein kiraye par reh raha hu.
Meri mom aur didi ki ek khasiyat hai ki dono divorced hai. Us mohalle ko main nahi jaanta tha, par main hairan tha ki sab meri mom aur didi ko jaante the. To kuch main aapko meri mom aur didi ke baare mein batata hu.
Meri mom ek-dum gori hai. Is umar mein bhi wo ek-dum maintained hai. Unhe dekh kar lagta nahi wo 46 ki hai. Unka figure lajawab hai. Mom ke boobs itne bade nahi hai, magar chootad achi shape mein hai. Aur meri didi chocolaty colour ki beautiful si ladki hai.
Unke boobs aur gaand bahut tight hai. Boobs unke bade hai, aur gaand unki thodi si baahar ko shape mein hai. Dono hi secular thinking wali hai, aur dono ka hi way of talking kaafi friendly hai. Kaafi jawan ladke aur uncle unko utha ke apne lund pe uchaalna chaahte hai.
Filhal to hum us mohalle mein rehte hai jaha ki meri mom dancer bhi reh chuki hai. Actually mom is ilaake se waqif hai, aur zyadatar sab log mom ko jaante hai. Magar maine jis-jis se poocha ki ilaaka kaisa hai, sab ne bola randi bazar hai ye, ek-dum bura ilaka hai.
Yaha ke saare mard bahut zaalim hai. Aurate chod-chod kar paani ki nadiya baha dete hai unki chuton se. Hum is mohalle mein didi ke divorce ke kuch saalon baad aaye the. Mom aur didi ko yaha par kaafi log jaante the. Magar mujhe zyada koi pehchanta nahi tha.
Us mohalle mein aane ke baad jin-jin ko pata laga ki main Anita ka beta hu, wo sab mujhe til wali aunty ka beta kehte the. Mujhe samajh nahi aata tha, iska matlab. Tabhi mohalle mein mere 2 dost bane. Ek tha Salim, aur doosra Iqbal. Dono bhai the, aur unki tailor ki dukaan thi.
Salim ki umar 27 saal thi, aur Iqbal 26 ka tha. Wo dono kaafi strong aur dikhne mein kaale rang ke the. Mere sath dono ki dosti achi ho gayi, aur hum kaafi frankly baat kiya karte the.
Ek din ki baat hai, main aise hi ghar se nikla to waha mujhe us mohalle ke purane kasayi-khaane ke malik Abdul chacha mile. Unki umar 64 saal ki thi, aur unka shareer aaj bhi mardana tha. Tagde se dikhne wala aadmi tha wo. Unhone mujhse poocha-
Abdul chacha: Tum kya naye ho beta yaha?
Maine kaha: Ji uncle.
Achanak tab waha se didi aur mom guzar rahi thi. Mom aur didi dono ne tight kapde pehne the. Didi ne to shorts pehni thi. Abdul chacha ko pata nahi tha ki wo dono meri mom aur didi thi.
Abdul chacha: Beta wo dekh 2 gadrayi ghodiyan.
Maine yahi show kiya ki jaise main jaanta hi nahi hu dono ko.
Maine kaha: Chacha ji, aap jaante hai inhe?
Abdul chacha: Ye nachaniya rahi hai yaha ki.
Maine kaha: Chacha aapko kaise pata?
Abdul chacha: 2 baar nacha kar iska namkeen paani maine bhi chakha hai. Beta teri umar kitni hai?
Maine kaha: Chacha 19.
Abdul chacha: Beta jitni teri umar hai, usse zyada mardon ke liye ye taange faila chuki hai raand. Beech mein teri umar ke ladkon se chud gayi hai raand.
Main sharma gaya. Maine socha uncle meri mom ko kaafi had tak jaante the. Socha inse poocha jaye ki mom ko til wali aunty kyun kehte hai? Magar jab maine poocha to uska jawab aaya.
Abdul chacha: Beta is raand ki gaand ke surakh (chhed) ke paas ek til hai, jo poore mohalle ne dekha hai. Kyunki sab ne bajaya hai, isliye.
Maine socha behanchod tabhi saare mujhe til wali aunty ka beta kehte hai. Us din to Abdul chacha ne meri aakhein khol di. Ab iske aage main ab kya karu mujhe samajh hi na aaye. Lekin ek din maine mom se khud hi pooch liya-
Main: Saare mujhe til wali aunty ka beta kehte hai, iska kya matlab hai?
Mom ke chehre pe ek smile aayi aur wo boli-
Mom: Beta aapko pata hai na main ek professional dancer reh chuki hu. Bas isi wajah se us time ye mashoor tha ki main til-khil kar naachti hu.
Maine socha mom jhooth kitna acha bolti hai, aur zyada gaur nahi kiya. Kuch dino baad didi ko kisi kaam se apne boss ke sath shehar se baahar kuch dino ke liye jana pada. Tab main aur mom ek-dum akele the ghar mein. Main us time Salim aur Iqbal se milne chala gaya.
Jaisa ki maine aapko bataya ki Salim aur Iqbal mere sath kaafi frank the, aur hum khul ke baat kiya karte the.
Iqbal: Bhai kaisa hai tu?
Maine kaha: Main theek hu. Tu kaisa hai?
Iqbal: Main bhi badhiya.
Salim: Bhai teri maa aur behan kaisi hai?
Maine kaha: Dono theek hai.
Iqbal: Teri behan nahi dikhti aaj-kal.
Maine kaha: Kyunki wo apne boss ke sath kaam ke silsile mein baahar gayi hai.
Salim: Fir to wo promotion lekar hi aayegi.
Maine kaha: Wo kaise?
Salim: Boss chut jo maarega.
Ye keh kar teeno hum hasne lage.
Salim mujhe kehta hai: Bhai mazaak tha.
Maine bhi is baat ko mazaak hi samjha.
Iqbal: Teri maa aur behan divorce ke baad kaise sambhalti hai?
Maine poocha: Iqbal tum kehna kya chaahte ho?
Salim: Yahi pooch raha hai wo ki dono sex ke liye kya karti hai? Didi ke paas to boss hai, par teri maa ke paas kya hai?
Maine kaha: Nahi bhai, wo dono sanskari hai, nahi karti.
Iqbal: Bhai bura mat maanna. Hum dono tailor hai. Jitni dono randiyon ki gaand matakti hai, dono chinaal aaj bhi mardon se zor lagwati hai.
Maine kaha: Bhai main in baaton ke baare nahi sochta, kyunki main dhyan nahi deta.
Iqbal: Suna hai til wali raand bhi kehte hai teri maa ko.
Maine kaha: Tujhe kisne bola?
Iqbal: Poore mohalle mein mashoor rahi hai. Sab ne dekha hai. Hum bhi to jab aunty ko milte hai, til wali aunty kehte hai.
Bas itni baatein hone ke baad main waha se chala gaya. Main isse zyada nahi sun sakta tha unki.
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