Chhoo Lo Mujhe Papa - Part 1 - Racconti Erotici

Chhoo Lo Mujhe Papa - Part 1

... aaraam se, dheere chalo. Bathroom may gayi kapde utaare, shower liya to paani laal. Bahut dari hui thi.

Naha kar, saaf kapde pahen bathroom se bahar aayee to papa ne mujhe gale lagaaya. Kaha beti tu badi ho rahi hai . Tera poora khyal main nahi rakh sakta issliye aaj se Buwa bhi hamare saath rahengi. OMG. Buwa ka naam sunn kar main aur Kamal darr gaye. Buwa to jallad thi. Aur woh jallad saabit hui. Papa ki badi bahen jabb hamare ghar aayee to phir unhone ne sabb kuchh badal kar rakh diya. hamare aur Papa ke beech Buwa aa gayi. Jo papa karte the hamare liye woh Buwa ne sambhal liya. Hamara routine, khana peena, pehnaawa habits sabb badal kar rakh diya. Skirt ki jagah salwaar kameez may aa gayi. Khule baar ki jagah poneytail. Bhaag daud aur chanchal veohaar ki jagah gambeerta aa gayi. Papa ke aas paas bhi bhatakna naseeb nahi hota. Papa ne bhi dekha Buwa ne sabb sambhaal liya hai to woh bhi apne kaam may dhyan dena shuru kiya. Zyada tar ghar se bahar rahte, ghar aate to files aut phone unhe busy rakhta. Meri ssari sahelia bhi mujhse door hui kyonke mera pehnaawa, meri habits se lagta main bahenji ho gayi aur unke saaath ghoomna phirna , icecream parlour, lammbi baat cheet sabb bundd hui. Main apne hi ghar may apni buwa ki qaidi ho gayee. Ek din maine apne papa se oochi awaaz may baat ki to buwa ne papa ko bhadkaaya ke beti ko lagaam may rakho, badtameez ho gayee hai. Tabb papa ne mujhe thappad maara, Zindagi may pahli baar mere papa ne mujh par haath uthaaya. Uss ke baad ...

... jaise mera sabb kuchh khatm hua. Mera sabb kuchh chhinn gaya. Phir maine bhi apne aap ko samet liya. Papa ko completely avoid karne lagi. agar woh saamne aate bhi to main doosri taraf chali jaati. Iss tarah 5 saal guzar gaye. Main 18 ki hui. Kamal hostel chala gaya. Main local college may thi. Tabb buwa ne papa se kaha ke abb Sneha ki shaadi kar di jaaye. Papa ne kaha itni jald? Buwa ne unhe phatkaar lagaayee. Papa raazi hue. Mujhe iss baat se na to khushi hui aur na koi fikar hui. Socha ke jo bhi hoga abhi jo haal hai uss se to achchha hi hoga. Iss jail se to niklenge. Ghutan se bahar to jaayenge. Buwa ne bahut dukh diye par ek achchha kaam kiya tha. Amar ko jo pasandd kiya tha unho ne mujhe. Amar 24 saal ka ej sajeela nawjawaan, ek architect jo Mumbai se hai. Amar ki tasweer dekh kar khush hui. Par usse zyada khushi hui Mumbai ke naam se. Apni shaadi se zyada apni azaadi ke khwaab dekhne lagi.

Shaadi ka dinn aaya. Saat phere hue, shaadi hui. Bidaai ka samay aaya. Main itni khush thi ke mujhe tension ho rahi thi ke agar main nahi royee to log kya sochenge. Bidaai ki subah , bass kuchh der may hi main apne pati Amar ke ssath apne piya ke ghar jaane waali thi. Bahut khush khush apne kamre may thi. Par ek pal ke liye papa ko soch kar afsos hua. Phir socha chhodo woh to pyar abb karte hi nahi. Mere jaane se unhe bhi khushi milegi. Main yeh sabb sochh hi rahi thi ke mere kamre ke door par dastakk hui. Maine casually kaha aa jaao andar. Andar aaye woh Papa the. Mujhe bilkul hi ...