Baap beti ki chudai ki sex story:- Delhi ki garmiyon mein jab sooraj apni poori teevrata se dharti ko tapa raha hota hai, tab Raghuveer apne chamber mein ek mushkil kaam ki taiyaari mein jute hue the. Unki umar 45 saal ki thi, lekin unka raub aur vyaktitva abhi bhi jawaanon ko maat deta tha. Kaale baalon mein kuch safedi, chaudi chaati aur woh gehri aankhein jo kisi ko bhi padh leti thin.
Unki beti Ananya us samay 19 saal ki ho chuki thi. Dilli University mein padhai kar rahi thi. Uski maa ki maut jab woh maatr 12 saal ki thi tab ho gayi thi. Tab se Raghuveer ne hi apni beti ko paala tha. Dono ke beech ek gehra bandhan tha – pita-putri ka, mitron ka, aur ab… kuch aur bhi.
Baap beti ki chudai ki sex story hindi
Ananya apne papa ke liye hamesha se hi kuch zyada hi bhaavuk rahi thi. Jaise-jaise woh badi hoti gayi, uski yeh bhaavnaayein badalne lagin. Ab woh 19 saal ki jawaan ladki thi – 5 foot 6 inch ki lambai, gora badan, kaale ghane baal jo kamar tak jaate the, aur woh hont… jo hamesha gulabi lagte the.
Us shaam jab Raghuveer ghar laute to Ananya ne unke liye chai banayi. Woh safed suit mein thi jo uske badan ko aur bhi aakarshak bana raha tha. Raghuveer ne jab use dekha to unka man kuch pal ke liye bhatak gaya. “Yeh meri beti hai,” unhone khud ko yaad dilaya, lekin unki nazrein uske ubhaar par tik gayin jo ab poori tarah se vikasit ho chuke the.
Ananya:
“Papa, aap thake hue lag rahe hain.”
Woh peeche se aakar unke kandhe dabane lagi.
Raghuveer ne aankhein band kar lin. Uske naram haath unki gardan par pher rahe the aur woh sugandh… woh alag hi thi. Jawaani ki khushboo.
Ananya:
“Papa, kya aap mujhe pyaar karte hain?”
Raghuveer:
“Bahut zyada, beta.”
Ananya:
“Matlab… sirf beti ke roop mein?”
Uski awaaz dheemi thi.
Raghuveer ki aankhein khulin. Woh mudkar dekha. Ananya ki aankhon mein kuch alag tha – ek chamak, ek chahat jo pita-putri ke rishte se pare thi.
Raghuveer:
“Ananya, tum…”
Woh kuch keh nahi paaye.
Ananya:
“Main jaanti hoon papa, yeh galat hai. Lekin main aapko dekhkar jo mehsoos karti hoon, woh sirf beti nahi karti. Main ek aurat hoon, aur aap ek mard… ek bahut hi handsome mard.”
Uska chehra sharm se laal ho gaya.
Raghuveer khade ho gaye. Unka dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. Woh jaante the ki yeh galat hai, samaaj ke nazar mein paap hai, kanoon ke khilaaf hai. Lekin unke andar bhi kuch jaag utha tha jo saalon se daba hua tha.
Raghuveer:
“Ananya, yeh…”
Woh kuch keh nahi paaye.
Ananya:
“Main jaanti hoon papa, lekin kya hum apne dil ki baat nahi keh sakte? Kya aap kabhi mujhe dekhkar…”
Woh ruk gayi.
Raghuveer ne uska chehra apne haathon mein liya.
Raghuveer:
“Tum meri beti ho.”
Ananya:
“Aur ek aurat bhi.”
Usne apne hont unke honton par rakh diye.
Woh chumban halka tha, sawaliya tha. Raghuveer ne pehle to virodh karne ki koshish ki, lekin phir… woh kho gaye. Unke haath apne aap uski kamar par chale gaye aur unhone use apni baahon mein bhar liya.
Raghuveer:
“Mujhe maaf karna.”
Dheemi awaaz mein kaha.
Ananya:
“Kis liye? Main yeh chahti hoon papa, main aapko chahti hoon.”
Fusfusate hue kaha.
Woh ek-doosre ko dekh rahe the. Dono jaante the ki yeh rekha paar karna hai, ek aisi seema jiske paar jaane ke baad wapsi nahi hai.
Raghuveer:
“Agar hum aisa karenge to…”
Ananya:
“To kya? Main aapki hoon papa, har roop mein.”
Usne apna haath unke seene par rakh diya.
Raghuveer ne gehri saans li. Unka lund pehle se hi kara ho chuka tha. Woh jaante the ki yeh galat hai, lekin unke shareer ne unki beti ko ek aurat ke roop mein sweekar kar liya tha.
Raghuveer:
“Aaj raat… main tumhare kamre mein aaunga. Agar tum darwaza band nahi karogi to main samjhunga ki tum taiyaar ho.”
Ananya ne sar hilaya. Uski aankhon mein aansu the, lekin woh khushi ke the.
Ananya:
“Main intezaar karungi papa.”
Raat ke 11 baje the. Raghuveer apne kamre mein the. Unhone kaali shirt aur pant pehni thi. Unka dil itni tezi se dhadak raha tha jaise woh koi jurm karne ja rahe hon. Aur shayad woh sach mein ek jurm hi tha – samaaj ki nazar mein.
Lekin woh ruk nahi sakte the. Ananya ki woh aankhein, uske hont, uski sugandh… sab kuch unhe kheench raha tha.
Woh dheere se uthe aur Ananya ke kamre ki ore badhe. Darwaza thoda sa khula tha. Unhone dheere se dhakka diya.
Ananya bistar par baithi thi. Usne halki gulabi rang ki nighty pehni thi jo uske badan par chipki hui thi. Uske baal khule the aur woh unhe sukha rahi thi.
Ananya:
“Papa…”
Dheemi awaaz mein kaha.
Raghuveer kamre mein aaye aur darwaza band kar diya. Phir unhone taala laga diya.
Raghuveer:
“Kya tumhe dar nahi lag raha?”
Ananya:
“Lag raha hai… lekin main aapko paana chahti hoon. Maine hamesha se socha tha ki mera pehla aadmi koi aur nahi, balki aap honge.”
Raghuveer uske paas gaye aur bistar par baith gaye. Unhone uska chehra apne haathon mein liya.
Raghuveer:
“Tum itni khoobsurat ho, Ananya. Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki main apni beti ko is nazar se dekhunga.”
Ananya:
“Ab dekhiye na.”
Usne apni nighty ke button kholne shuru kiye.
Raghuveer ki saansein ruk gayin. Jaise-jaise button khulte gaye, Ananya ka gora badan saamne aane laga. Usne andar kuch nahi pehna tha. Uske stans poori tarah se vikasit the – gol, ubhre hue, aur nipple gulabi rang ke.
Ananya:
“Papa… main kaisi lag rahi hoon?”
Sharmate hue poocha.
Raghuveer:
“Jannat.”
Fusfusate hue kaha.
Unhone use apni baahon mein bhar liya. Is baar unka chumban pehle se zyada gehra, zyada junooni tha. Ananya ne bhi poori tarah se usme khud ko jhonk diya.
Raghuveer ke haath uske badan par ghoomne lage. Unhone uske stanson ko sehlaya, masla, aur phir neeche ki ore badhe. Ananya ki saansein tez hone lagin.
Ananya:
“Papa… mujhe kuch ho raha hai.”
Kaampte hue boli.
Raghuveer:
“Shhh… main hoon na.”
Unhone use bistar par lita diya.
Woh uske upar aa gaye aur uske gale par chumban karne lage. Dheere-dheere neeche badhte hue unhone uske stanson ko choomna shuru kiya. Ananya ki awaazein nikalne lagin – halki si, sisakiyon bhari.
Ananya:
“Oohh… papa…”
Raghuveer ne ek nipple ko apne muh mein le liya aur choosne lage. Ananya ne apne haath unke sir par rakh diye aur unhe aur paas kheench liya. Doosre haath se unhone doosre stan ko masalna jaari rakha.
Ananya:
“Papa… aur zor se…”
Raghuveer ne uski nighty poori tarah se utaar di. Ab Ananya poori tarah se nangi thi. Uska badan chamak raha tha – gora, naram, aur jawaani se bharpoor.
Raghuveer ne neeche ki ore badhna shuru kiya. Unhone uske pet par chumban kiye, phir nabhi par, aur phir aur neeche…
Ananya ki yoni poori tarah se bina baalon ki thi – chikni, gulabi, aur poori tarah se kasi hui. Raghuveer ne use dekha aur unka dil tezi se dhadakne laga. Yeh woh kshan tha jab woh apni beti ki sabse gupt jagah ko chhoone waale the.
Ananya:
“Papa… please…”
Badbadaya.
Raghuveer ne apni jeebh uski yoni par rakhi. Ananya ka shareer ek jhatke se upar utha.
Ananya:
“Oohhh… papa!”
Raghuveer ne use chaatna shuru kiya – dheere-dheere, phir tezi se. Unki jeebh uski yoni ki darar mein ghoom rahi thi, uske clitoris ko chhoo rahi thi. Ananya ki sisakiyan tez hone lagin.
Ananya:
“Oohh… papa… yeh… yeh bahut accha lag raha hai…”
Raghuveer ne uske pairon ko aur chauda kiya aur apni jeebh uske andar daal di. Ananya chillaayi.
Ananya:
“Oohhh papa!”
Woh pagal ki tarah uchhal rahi thi. Raghuveer ne use pakadkar rakha aur chaatna jaari rakha. Kuch hi minute mein Ananya ka shareer kaampne laga aur usne ek tez cheekh ke saath jhad gayi – yeh uska pehla orgasm tha jo kisi aur ne use diya tha.
Ananya:
“Papa… papa… yeh kya tha?”
Haanfte hue boli.
Raghuveer:
“Yeh pyaar tha, meri jaan.”
Unhone uske upar aa gaye.
Ab unki baari thi. Unhone apni shirt utaari. Unka badan abhi bhi fit tha – chaati par baal, pet sapaat. Ananya ne unhe dekha aur uski aankhein chamak uthin.
Ananya:
“Papa, aap to bahut handsome hain.”
Raghuveer ne muskuraate hue apni pant utaari. Unka lund underwear mein qaid tha, lekin uska aakaar saaf dikh raha tha – bada, mota.
Ananya ki aankhein badi ho gayin.
Ananya:
“Papa… yeh…”
Raghuveer:
“Daro mat, beta. Main dheere-dheere karunga.”
Unhone apna underwear utaara. Unka lund bahar aa gaya – lagbhag 8 inch lamba, mota, aur kara. Ananya ne use dekha aur uska muh khula reh gaya.
Ananya:
“Papa… yeh mujhe dard to nahi dega?”
Darte hue poocha.
Raghuveer:
“Thoda dard hoga pehli baar, lekin phir maza aayega.”
Woh uske upar aa gaye aur unke lund ne Ananya ki yoni ko chhua. Woh garam thi, geeli thi, aur bahut tang.
Ananya:
“Papa… please… dheere se…”
Raghuveer ne apne lund ka sira uski yoni ke muhane par rakha aur dheere se dhakka diya. Ananya ki yoni bahut tang thi – woh virgin thi.
Ananya:
“Oohh…”
Dard se awaaz nikali.
Raghuveer ruk gaye.
Raghuveer:
“Kya bahut dard ho raha hai?”
Ananya:
“Haan… lekin rukiye mat papa… main aapko apne andar mehsoos karna chahti hoon…”
Raghuveer ne ek aur dhakka diya. Unka lund thoda aur andar gaya. Ananya ki aankhon se aansu nikle, lekin woh kasakar pakde hue thi.
Ananya:
“Thoda aur… papa…”
Raghuveer ne ek zordar dhakka diya aur unka lund poori tarah se Ananya ki yoni mein sama gaya.
Ananya:
“Oohhh papa!”
Uski virginity toot chuki thi. Khoon ki ek boond neeche giri. Raghuveer ruk gaye aur uske chehre ko choomne lage.
Raghuveer:
“Maaf karna meri jaan… maaf karna…”
Ananya:
“Nahi papa… yeh theek hai… ab aap hiliye… mujhe aapka har hissa mehsoos karna hai…”
Raghuveer ne dheere-dheere hilna shuru kiya. Ananya ko abhi bhi dard ho raha tha, lekin woh us dard mein bhi khush thi kyunki woh apne papa ke saath ekaakaar ho rahi thi.
Raghuveer:
“Kaisa lag raha hai?”
Ananya:
“Bahut tang… aap bahut bade hain papa…”
Raghuveer ne apni gati tez kar di. Woh andar-bahar hone lage. Ananya ki yoni unke lund ko kasakar pakde hue thi.
Ananya:
“Oohh… papa… yeh… yeh accha lag raha hai…”
Raghuveer:
“Haan meri jaan… tum bahut tang ho… bahut garam ho…”
Raghuveer ne uske pairon ko aur upar uthaya aur aur gehre dhakke lagane lage. Ananya ki sisakiyan kamre mein goonj rahi thin.
“Thap… thap… thap…” ki awaazein ho rahi thin jab Raghuveer ka lund uski yoni mein ghusta tha.
Ananya:
“Papa… aur tez… please…”
Raghuveer ne poori taakat se dhakke lagane shuru kiye. Woh use poori tarah se chod rahe the. Ananya ki yoni ab geeli ho chuki thi aur usme se awaazein aa rahi thin – choochoochoochoo…
Ananya:
“Oohh… papa… main… main phir se…”
Woh kaampne lagi.
Raghuveer:
“Jhad jaao meri jaan… mere saath…”
Raghuveer ne aur zor-zor se dhakke lagaye aur phir unka shareer kaampa aur unhone apna veerya Ananya ki yoni mein chhod diya – garam, gaadha, aur bahut saara.
Ananya:
“Oohhh… papa!”
Woh bhi jhad gayi.
Dono ek-doosre mein gade hue the. Raghuveer ne use kasakar pakda aur uske maathe par chooma.
Raghuveer:
“Main tumse pyaar karta hoon, Ananya.”
Ananya:
“Main bhi papa… hamesha…”
Woh raat dono ne ek-doosre ko poori tarah se samarpit kar diya tha. Woh rekha paar ho chuki thi jiske paar koi wapsi nahi thi. Aur woh khush the.
Agle kuch hafte mein, Raghuveer aur Ananya ke beech ka rishta badal gaya tha. Woh ab sirf pita-putri nahi the, balki premi bhi the. Ghar mein jab koi nahi hota, to woh ek-doosre ko poori tarah se apna bana lete.
Ek shaam, jab Raghuveer chamber se ghar laute, to Ananya ne ek nayi dress pehni thi – gehri laal rang ki, peeth se bilkul khuli, aur aage se bahut gehra gala.
Raghuveer:
“Waah…”
Unhone taala laga diya.
Raghuveer:
“Tum to aaj kisi pari se kam nahi lag rahi ho.”
Ananya:
“Sirf aapke liye papa.”
Shararti muskaan di.
Raghuveer uske paas gaye aur uski peeth par haath pherne lage. Uski twacha naram thi, garam thi. Unhone dheere se uske kandhe par chumban kiya.
Ananya:
“Papa, maine aaj kuch naya seekha.”
Raghuveer:
“Kya?”
Ananya:
“Maine internet par dekha… ki aauratein mardon ka… woh… muh mein leti hain.”
Sharmate hue boli.
Raghuveer ki aankhein chamak uthin.
Raghuveer:
“Tumne kabhi koshish ki hai?”
Ananya:
“Nahi… lekin main aapke saath karna chahti hoon… agar aap mujhe sikhayein to…”
Raghuveer ne muskuraate hue apni pant kholi. Unka lund pehle se hi kara ho raha tha.
Raghuveer:
“Aao meri jaan, main tumhe sikhata hoon.”
Ananya ghutnon ke bal baith gayi. Usne Raghuveer ka lund haath mein liya. Woh garam tha, kara tha, aur uski twacha naram thi.
Raghuveer:
“Pehle chaato… dheere-dheere… phir muh mein lo…”
Ananya ne apni jeebh nikali aur lund ke sire par chaata. Raghuveer ne aankhein band kar lin. Phir usne poore lund ko chaata – neeche se upar tak.
Raghuveer:
“Oohh… bahut accha…”
Ananya ne lund ko muh mein le liya. Woh bahut bada tha, lekin usne koshish ki. Usne dheere-dheere andar-bahar karna shuru kiya.
Raghuveer:
“Haan… aise hi… aur tez…”
Ananya ne gati tez kar di. Woh unka lund choos rahi thi jaise koi lollipop ho. Raghuveer ke haath uske sir par the aur woh use guide kar rahe the.
Raghuveer:
“Meri jaan… tum bahut accha kar rahi ho… oohh…”
Ananya ne unke andkoshton ko bhi sehlaya. Raghuveer ka shareer tan gaya.
Raghuveer:
“Ruk jaao meri jaan, nahi to main abhi…”
Ananya ne muh se lund bahar nikala.
Ananya:
“Abhi nahi papa, main chahti hoon ki aap mujhe chodein…”
Raghuveer ne use uthaya aur sofa par baith gaye.
Raghuveer:
“Aao, is baar tum mere upar aao.”
Ananya ne apni panty utaari aur Raghuveer ke upar baith gayi. Usne unke lund ko apni yoni par rakha aur dheere se neeche baithi.
Dono:
“Oohh…”
Ananya ki yoni abhi bhi tang thi. Woh dheere-dheere upar-neeche hone lagi. Raghuveer ne uski kamar pakdi aur use sahaara diya.
Ananya:
“Papa… yeh position bahut acchi hai… main aapko apne andar mehsoos kar sakti hoon…”
Raghuveer:
“Haan meri jaan… tum bahut tang ho… bahut garam ho…”
Ananya ne apni gati tez kar di. Woh uchhal-uchhal kar dhakke laga rahi thi. Uske stans uchhal rahe the aur Raghuveer unhe dekhte hue aur uttejit ho rahe the.
“Thap… thap… thap…” ki awaazein phir se goonjne lagin.
Ananya:
“Papa… main… main…”
Woh kaampne lagi.
Raghuveer:
“Jhad jaao meri jaan… mere saath…”
Dono ek saath jhade. Ananya ne Raghuveer ke kandhon par apne nakhun gaad diye aur chillaayi. Raghuveer ne apna veerya uski yoni mein bhar diya.
Woh ek-doosre se lipte rahe. Ananya ne Raghuveer ke gaal par chumban kiya.
Ananya:
“Papa, kya hum hamesha aise hi rah sakte hain?”
Raghuveer:
“Haan meri jaan… hamesha…”
Part 3: Gupchup dating aur naye prayog
Time beetta gaya aur dono ke beech ka rishta aur bhi gehra hota gaya. Woh ab ghar ke baahar bhi ek-doosre ke saath time bitane lage – cinema, restaurant, lambi drives. Log unhe pita-putri samajhte, lekin woh jaante the ki woh kya hain.
Ek shaam, Raghuveer ne Ananya ko ek naye hotel mein le jaane ka faisla kiya. Wahan koi unhe nahi jaanta tha. Woh ek couple ki tarah rah sakte the.
Kamra book karne ke baad, jab woh andar gaye, to Ananya ne kaha—
Ananya:
“Papa, aaj main kuch khaas karna chahti hoon.”
Raghuveer:
“Kya?”
Ananya:
“Maine suna hai… ki peeche se bhi…”
Sharmate hue boli.
Raghuveer samajh gaye.
Raghuveer:
“Tumhe yakeen hai? Wahan pehli baar bahut dard hota hai.”
Ananya:
“Main aapke liye kuch bhi kar sakti hoon papa… main chahti hoon ki aap meri har jagah hon…”
Raghuveer ne use bistar par litaaya. Unhone uske kapde utaare aur use ulta lita diya. Ananya ka gora peechha hissa unke saamne tha – gol, mulayam gaal.
Raghuveer ne apne haathon se uske gaalon ko failaya. Uski gaand ki chhed chhoti si, gulabi thi. Unhone apni jeebh wahan rakhi.
Ananya:
“Oohh… papa…”
Sihaar uthi.
Raghuveer ne use chaatna shuru kiya – dheere-dheere, phir tezi se. Ananya ki sisakiyan badhne lagin. Phir unhone apni ek ungli uske muhane par rakhi aur dheere se andar daali.
Ananya:
“Aahh… papa…”
Raghuveer:
“Dheere-dheere khul jayegi meri jaan…”
Raghuveer ne ungli andar-bahar karni shuru ki. Ananya ko dard ho raha tha, lekin saath hi ek ajeeb sa maza bhi aa raha tha. Phir unhone do ungliyan daal din.
Ananya:
“Oohh… papa… ab… ab aapka daaliye…”
Raghuveer ne apne lund par bahut saara lubricant lagaya aur Ananya ki gaand ke muhane par rakha. Dheere se dhakka diya.
Ananya:
“Oohhh… papa… bahut dard ho raha hai…”
Raghuveer:
“Shaant raho meri jaan… thoda saho…”
Raghuveer ne dheere-dheere dhakke lagane shuru kiye. Ananya ki gaand bahut tang thi – uski yoni se bhi zyada. Woh ekdum se garam, ekdum se kasi hui thi.
Ananya:
“Papa… aur andar… poora daaliye…”
Raghuveer ne ek zordar dhakka diya aur unka poora lund Ananya ki gaand mein sama gaya.
Ananya:
“Oohhh!”
Chillaayi.
Raghuveer:
“Kya bahut dard ho raha hai?”
Ananya:
“Haan… lekin accha bhi lag raha hai… ab hiliye papa…”
Raghuveer ne hilna shuru kiya. Dheere-dheere pehle, phir tezi se. Ananya ki gaand unke lund ko kasakar pakde hue thi.
“Thap… thap… thap…” ki awaazein ho rahi thin.
Ananya:
“Papa… yeh… yeh alag hai… bahut gehra…”
Raghuveer:
“Haan meri jaan… tum bahut tang ho… bahut garam ho…”
Raghuveer ne uski kamar pakdi aur aur zor-zor se dhakke lagane lage. Ananya chilla rahi thi, lekin woh chahti thi ki yeh kabhi na ruke.
Ananya:
“Papa… main… main jhadne wali hoon…”
Raghuveer:
“Main bhi meri jaan… saath mein…”
Dono ek saath jhade. Raghuveer ne apna veerya uski gaand mein bhar diya – garam, gaadha, aur bahut saara.
Ananya thak kar bistar par gir gayi. Raghuveer uske upar aa gaye aur use kasakar pakad liya.
Raghuveer:
“Main tumse bahut pyaar karta hoon.”
Ananya:
“Main bhi papa… hamesha…”
Part 4: Sachcha rishta aur gehraiyaan
Mahine beet gaye. Raghuveer aur Ananya ka rishta ab aur bhi mazboot ho gaya tha. Woh ek-doosre ko samajhte the, har iccha, har khwaahish ko poora karte the.
Ek raat, jab woh bistar par lete hue the, Ananya ne poocha—
Ananya:
“Papa, kya aap kabhi mujhse shaadi karenge?”
Raghuveer ne use dekha.
Raghuveer:
“Kanoon ke hisaab se to yeh sambhav nahi hai, meri jaan. Lekin dil se… tum meri patni ho, meri sab kuch ho.”
Ananya:
“Main chahti hoon ki main aapki bacche ki maa banun.”
Raghuveer chauk gaye.
Raghuveer:
“Tumhe pata hai iska kya matlab hai?”
Ananya:
“Haan… aur mujhe koi farak nahi padta. Main aapka baccha chahti hoon… hamara baccha…”
Raghuveer ne use kasakar pakda.
Raghuveer:
“Agar tum taiyaar ho to main bhi…”
Us raat, unhone bina kisi rukawat ke, bina kisi dar ke pyaar kiya. Raghuveer ne apna veerya har baar Ananya ki yoni mein chhoda – gehrai se, poori tarah se.
Ananya:
“Mujhe lag raha hai papa… is baar ho jayega…”
Raghuveer:
“Haan meri jaan… hamara pyaar… hamara baccha…”
Part 5: Naya aagaaz
Teen mahine baad, Ananya ne pregnancy test kiya. Positive.
Woh Raghuveer ke paas daudi aur unhe gale laga liya.
Ananya:
“Papa… ho gaya… hamara baccha aa raha hai…”
Raghuveer ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Woh khush the, bahut khush. Unhone Ananya ko uthaya aur ghumaya.
Raghuveer:
“Main tumse waada karta hoon, meri jaan, main tumhe aur hamare bacche ko duniya ki har khushi doonga.”
Ananya:
“Mujhe sirf aapki zaroorat hai papa… hamesha…”
Us raat, unhone dheere-dheere, pyaar se pyaar kiya. Ananya ki pregnancy ke kaaran, Raghuveer bahut saavadhan the. Unhone use sabse naram tareeke se choda, sabse gehre pyaar se.
Ananya:
“Papa, main khush hoon.”
Raghuveer:
“Main bhi meri jaan… hamesha…”
Unka pyaar, unka rishta, unka baccha – yeh sab ek raaz tha, ek khoobsurat raaz jo unhone hamesha sambhaal kar rakha.
Aur is tarah, vakeel Raghuveer Sharma aur unki beti Ananya ne ek nayi duniya basayi – pyaar ki, vishwas ki, aur ek aise rishte ki jo samaaj ki nazar mein galat tha, lekin unki nazar mein… sabse sachcha.