Many readers asked me to write stories completely in English. But I enjoy writing in Urdu especially the dialogues. So in the present story I will translate as much conversation and other Urdu words as possible into English.
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It was a blooming morning. Autumn was approaching but yet coldness did not shrewd so much to assume it as winter, but trees were turning yellowish and shriving their leaves. Moderate warmth sun rays were twittering through my window and informing me about the beauty and charm of the season out side. How could I resist to this unmatchable persuasion? So I enjoyed it from the soft and warm bed for a while then turned aside my blanket and got up. After refreshing in bathroom, I went down where all my family members were waiting me at breakfast table (It will boring to repeat details about me and my family as I had already revealed these details in my early stories).
After occupying my seat, I started my breakfast. Every thing looked usual and normal. We all were reacting as good and sincere family members, chatting with each other about day to day topics and sharing our normal domestic issues. I looked towards mom and dad, who were caring their kids like caring parents, but we know that they were cheating us; they were cheating approved family norms because they were involved in unauthorized sexual relations out side. But at the same time I thought about my self, Sana baji (elder sister), Zahid bhayaa (elder brother) and Shehla bhabi (Zahid's wife). We all were also involved in incest sex and we have broken even more stronger and long cherished norms of our society. And there was also Shahid bhai (younger brother) sitting next to mom, unaware of anything and just enjoying his life.
I had completed my breakfast and went back into my room. Changed my clothes and wore college uniform, and went down again. Dad was also ready for his office. I, Sana baji and Shahid bhai used to go to our colleges with dad in his car, while Zahid bhayaa has his own car. So that's day also dad left us at our respective colleges.
All the day there, I thought about new relations prevailing in our family. What will be the fate of these new relations? How will these further develop during the due course of time? Whether I should try to stop all these hush and bush or left every thing to the decisions of time coming? So these were the questions which kept me disturbed all that day in college. At some moments of my thoughts, I was persuaded to leave these every thing and try to go back to previous real positions. But on the other instance of my thoughts the agitating thoughts creeps in my mind and it fantasize me, rapture me. These were the thoughts to continue what we had started; these were the thoughts of accelerating the pace of breaking the norms, becoming more vicious, more vulgar and nastier. At the end these second thoughts of freedom from all norms and customs completely subdue all my other thoughts and prevailed over my mind.
That afternoon, while I was sitting in the lawn and reading recent fashion magazine and all other family members were in TV launch except dad who was still in his office, my cell phone rang loud. I watched at the caller number, and it was Imran, my boy friend with whom I did sex for the first time. I picked the phone and received his call.
ME: "Hello".
IMRAN: "Hi Zara! Kesi ho thum" (Hi Zara, how are you).
ME: "Bilkul achi hoon, kahaan se phone ker rahay ho?" (I am fine, where are you calling from?)
IMRAN: (In a romantic tone) "Apnay ghar se call ker raha hoon. Aur sunawo, kayee dino se thera chehra nahi deka, kasam se Zara darling main tho tharas gaya hoon theray didaar ko." (I am calling from my home. I have not seen you for many days, realy Zara darling I am much eager to see you)
ME: (With a smile on my face) "Acha! main tho samaj rahi thi ke thum meray bina barray mazay main ho gay." (Realy! I was thinking that you will be enjoying my absence.)
IMRAN: "Kia baat kerthi ho. Main aur theray bina mazay main hoon ga! Aray janab jub se theray husan ke darshan huwe hain thub se theree mast jawani ne tho hamain gayal ker raka hay." (What are you talking about. How could I enjoy without you? From the time I have been introduced to your beauty, cupid of you beautiful body has wounded me.)
ME: "Acha? Tho peer kia kerna chahiye mujay aap ke zakham per marham rakne ke liye?" (Realy? Then what should I do to heal your wounds?)
IMRAN: "Bus aik baar aur darshan kera do, meray saray zakham mundamel ho jayen gay. Main aaj ghar per akhela hoon. Saray ghar wale rishthedaroon ke haaan Lahore gaye huwe hain. Aaj shaam ko aa jawo, aur raat meray saat hi guzaro. Kia thum aawo gi?" (Come once to me, my all wounds will be cured. I am alone today at home. All my family members have gone to Lahore. Come tonight here and spent this night with me. Will you come tonight?)
I thought for a while. Should I go there? Do I need him? And the answer was "Yes". So I replied him.
ME: "Acha tik hay, aaj raat ke liye main thumharay haan aa jawoon gi. Mera bhi bahot dil ker raha hay theray paas aanay ko. Theree bahoon ke liye tho main bhi taras gayee hoon." (Ok, I will be there tonight. I am also eager to be with you. I am also impatient to meet you.)
IMRAN: (In a cheerful voice) "Ok tho peer main aaj raat aap ka intizaar keroon ga. tik hay na? Lekin ghar walay thum ko raat bhar ke liye choorr den gay?" (Ok then I will wait you tonight. Right? But will your family members will allow you for the whole night to remain out side?)
ME: (thinking about his unawareness) "Haan haan main aaj raat zaroor aawon gi. Aur meray ghar waloon ki thum fikar na kero, main sub sambaal loon gi." (Yes off course I will come tonight. And don't bother about my family. I will handle every thing)
We said bye to each other and ended the conversation. I put the magazine aside and thought about the past moments I spent with Imran. Those were lust full but nice memories of my past and I often enjoy thinking about those moments. I also thought about the approaching night. I know that it will not be a simple meeting; A meeting between to true lovers who do not molest each other before marriage. Instead, I know, this night will be full of lust and sensation. There will be a lot of screaming and yelling, and I love to scream from pleasure of erotic sex. These thoughts once again fly me in the red skies of sexual lust, of which I am much eager.
That night I prepared my self for the approaching thrilling moments. I have did sex for many times and even threesome, but today I don't know why I was so impatient to do it with Imran. I wore tight jeans and sleeve less tight shirt. Underneath there, I wore my new red colour bra and panty. I also did not forgot to clean my under arms and Choot (Pussy) hairs. I informed Sana baji that I will be with Imran tonight, so that she could handle any unfavorable situation during my stay with Imran.
I left home at about 8 pm that night. I preferred taxi than own car, which dropped me at Imran's door. I rang the bell from the main gate. After a minute the small door in the main gate was opened and Imran welcome me with his pleasant smile. He gave me way inside and said,
IMRAN: "Oh Zara aawo ander aawo, main tho samja ke shayed thum aawo hi nahi." (Oh Zara come inside. Thanks for coming. I thought for a while that you will not come.)
I went inside and he closed the gate's door. While going with him inside his home, I said,
ME: "Kesay na aathi. Thum bulawo aur main na aawo ye pehle kabhi huwa hay kia. Aur wesay bhi aaj tho mera bhi bahoth dil ker raha tha thum se milne ko." (How would I not come? Is it ever happened that you call me and I didn't come? I was also much eager today to meet you.)