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Sanskriti Aslam ko morning me call lagata hai. Uska hal chal puchti hai Aslam ghar pe hi tha to wo bina gali galoch ke dhimmi awaj me baat karta hai.
Aur sanskriti ko milne ko bolta hai Sanskriti pahle to na karti hai fir man jati hai tab Sanskriti Aslam ko bol ti mere ghar papa or bahan dono hai hai to tabhi Aslam ek apne dost ke ghar ka address deta ha or waha aakar apni bimari ke baare me ya yu kahu patane ka kahta hai. 2baje sanskriti waha pe jati hai or Aslam ko aaj kahi nhi jana tha to wahi apne dost ke yaha hi rahta hai
Aslam apne dost ke hi ghar pe akela rahta kyonki Aslam ka dost truck driver tha jto wo aaj truck leke gaya tha.
Jaise hi sanskriti aati hai Aslam Aslam rone lag jata hai.
Sanskriti Aslam ko rota dekh kar khud bhi bahot emotional feel karti hai… Wo Aslam ko dilasa dene k liye uthti hai… aur apna muh niche karke rote huye Aslam k kandhe par apna haath rakhti hai… – “Shant ho jav Aslam.. Sab thik ho jayga.. Mai tum se wada karti hu mai tumhe jarror thik kar dungi.. “
Aslam jaise moka hi dekh raha tha.. wo ek dam se ghum jata hai aur khadi hui Sanskriti se bethe bethe hi ek dam se lipat jata hai..Wo bahot jor se Sanskriti ko bhich leta hai.. Uska chehra Sanskriti ki navel k upar tha… aur uska forehead Sanskriti k boobs ko touch ho raha tha..Uski dadhi aur gaal Sanskriti ki navel se touch ho rahi thi..Wo rone ki Acting chalu rakhta hai..
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“Kya sach mai sab kuch thik ho jayga..Kya sach mai tum mujhe thik kar do gi??”
Sanskriti ek ajeeb se ehsaas ko feel karti hai.. bilkool waisa ehsaas jaisa usne tab mehsoos kiya tha jab Aslam ne usse tempo se utarte waqt uski navel pe kiss kiya…Wo Aslam k kahani se itna emotinal feel karti hai.. ki wo rote huye Aslam ko dur hatane ka sochti bhi nahi hai… Sath hi wo Erotic bhi feel kar rahi thi.. wo bas Aslam ko hatana nahi chah rahi thi.. pata nahi kyun.. par wo iss feeling ko pasand kar rahi thi..
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“Ha Aslam.. bilkool thik ho javge tum.” Aur uska hath apne aap Aslam k sar ke piche chala jata hai.. Aslam ek dam se aur excited feel karta hai.. aur Sanskriti ko aur joro se bhich leta hai…aur dhire se apna ek haath k panja Sanskriti ki gand par rakh deta hai..aur uski komal gand ko mehsoos karne lagta hai…
Sanskriti bhi iss erotic ehsaas mai thodi dubne lagti hai.. par ek dam se use Aalam ki harkaton ka ahsas hota hai.
Wo Aslam se thodi dur hat jati lekin Aslam use apni or khich leta hai. Wo Aslam ko kisi bhi tarah se gussa nahi karna chahti thi… Aur uska ego aur challenging behaviour bhi usse ye karne se rok raha tha… (Nahi nahi…mai ye kya kar rahi hu..? Mujhe Aslam ko thik karna hai.. ek dost ki tarah…mujhe uske har dukh ka illaj karna hai.. aur agar mai usske ek chota sa dilasa bhi na de pau to phir mai uska illaj kya kar paungi…?? Aur mai sirf kisiki biwi hi nahi ek DOCTERI student bhi hu.. aur apne patient ko thik karne k liye mujhe esi choti moti cheejo ko sehna hi padega..Logko ki bhalai k liye kai log pata nahi kya kya karte hai.. aur mai sirf ek dukhi insaan ko hug bhi nahi de sakti..!?) Aur issi soch k sath Sanskriti k hath Aslam ko hatate huye ruk jata hai.. Aslam bhi samaj chuka tha
Ab ye mujhe kuch bhi karne se nahi rokegi.. Bus mujhe thik se age badhna hai.. (Sali ko aaj Aslam k lund k darshan to karva hi dunga..)
Aur Aslam ek baar muh uthake Sanskriti ke chehre ki taraf dekhta hai.. uska chehra dekhna ek alag sa erotic ehsaas de raha tha.. Sanskriti apni soch mai hi khoyi hui thi… iss liye wo Aslam ko nahi dekh pati…
Aslam moke ka fayda uthata hai.. aur apni baat age badhata hai – ” Tum sach mai bahot acchi ho.. Agar tumne mera illaj karne se mana kar diya hota to main atmahatya karleta… Please kuch bhi ho jay mera illaj mat chodna…” – “Nahi Aslam mai wada karti hu… Mai kuch bhi ho jay jab tak tum nahi kahoge ki tum thik ho tab tak mai tunhari har baat puri karungi…Tumhe jaroor thik karoongi..” – “Dekh Sali… Ab wada kiya hai.. Agar pura na kiya to tu do baap ki”
Ye sun k Sanskriti Aslam ko chod deti hai…Aur 2 kadam piche hat jati hai.. Sanskriti k liye ye baat samajhna thoda atpata tha.. – “Matlab?” – “Matlab.. k tu 2 baap ki” – “HA wahi to.. uska matlab kya ??” – “Matlab.. Agar tune meri baat naa mani to isska matlab tu ye proof degi k teri maa bhi ek randi thi aur wo do mardo se chudwati hai… aur usse hi nahi pata tera asli baap kon hai.. Samjhi.. ?? Bol manjoor”
Aslam k muh par ek kameeni muskan aa gai… Sanskriti ek ajeeb si uljhan mai thi…Agar wo Aslam ka oppose karegi to wo usse gussa karegi jo wo bilkul nahi chahti thi.. aur agar wo iss baat k bad oppose karegi bhi to uski maa randi sabit ho jaygi… Sanskriti apni maa k bareme esi baat sun k thoda gussa jaroor hui.. par phir Aslam ki bimari ko yaad karke chup ho gai.. Thoda sochne k baad wo boli
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“Thik hai…Mai tumhari har baat manungi.. Par please tum meri maa ko koi gali mat do.. Jo bhi bolna hai please mujhe bolo.. Mujhe tum kuch bhi gali do chalega.. Kuch bhi bolo mai karungi.. par meri maa ko iss mai mat khicho” – ” Chal thik hai… Apni Randi ki ek baat to mai man hi sakta hu..”
Sanskriti esi bato se pata nahi kyun par excited feel kar rahi thi.. Uska dil ek aur chah raha tha k Aslam aur bhi esi bate bole… aur wo sune.. Par uske sanskar.. uski soch ye baat manane se usse rok rahi thi.. Wo yeh baat admit nahi karna chah rahi thi.. Par Wo Aslam ko rokna bhi nahi chah rahi thi… Apne iss maje ko wo ander hi ander duty ka name de rahi thi.. (Ye to Aslam ki bimari hai.. wo jo bhi kar raha hai apni bimari k vajah se kar raha hai.. Iss liye mujhe bura nahi manana chahiye..)
Aslam k muh se RANDI sun k usse ek ajeeb sa maja aata tha…Wo Excitement feel hota tha.. Thodi der apni jagah par khade rehne k baad Sanskriti apni khursi k aur chal di.. tabhi Aslam ka sanskriti ke boobs ko chuuu jata hai Sanskriti ghabra jati hi.
ghabrai hui Sanskriti k boobs lambi sanse lene ki wajah se tight kurte mai upar niche ho rahe the.. Jise dekh ke Aslam ko bahot maja aa raha tha… Ek to Sanskriti ka dress Skin tight tha.. Upar se Sanskriti ne dupatta bhi nahi dala tha aur phir Sanskriti jaise khadi thi uske boob ka side view Aslam ko dikh raha tha, Side view se upar niche hote boobs kuch jyada hi sexy lag rahe the… Niche Sanskriti k dress k side slit (Kamar k pass ka Kurte ka cut) thodi upar tak thi.. Jiski vajah se Sanskriti ki nangi kamar k bhi Aslam ko darshan ho rahe the.. Wo dhire dhire apne lode pe apni ungli ghuma raha tha.. taki Sanskriti usse dekh na le..
Aslam ab apne lode ko control nahi kar paa raha tha.. usse ab age badhna hi tha.. to usne apna hatyar ‘Gusse’ ko kaam me lene ka socha..
Sanskriti bhi Aslam k serious behaviour ko dekh k samajh na pai k issko kya huva hai… – “Kya huva Aslam?”
Tabhi sanskriti ke mobile pe uske papa ka call aa jata wo baat karne lag jati hai Aslam ki or dyan nhi deti hai. Or na hi Aslam ke baare me apne papa ko hai.Or call pe baat khatam hone ke baad Sanskriti call kat deti hai or fir Aslam ki or dekhti hai.
Aslam usse gusse se bolta hai :- tujhe Meri sharm ati hai tujhe ??”
Sanskriti iss baat ka koi javab na de pai..
Aslam :- “Wo…. Wo.. darasal..” – “Abe baate mat bana Sali.. mujhe sab pata hai… tum Sali ameer log..hum garibo ko ghatiya samajhti ho… hamre chune bharse tumhe nahne ka maan karta hai.. humse khule mai baat karne mai sharma ati hai… kyun?? Sali agar mai garib na hota to tu mujhe esse nicha nahi dikhati” Aslam janta tha Sanskriti k pass es ka koi javab nahi hoga.. Jo sach bhi tha
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“Nahi.. Tum galat samajh rahe ho Aslam..” – “Kuch galat nahi samajh raha ben ki lodi… Mujhe gandu samajh rakha hai kya?” – “Gandu.. Wo kya hota hai..??” – “Accha ab tujhe gandu ka matlab bhi nai pata… Gandu hai tera baap.. Sali jisse tu ijjat deti hai aur mujhe beijjati”
Sanskriti nahi samajh pai gandu ka kya matlab hai.. par wo itna jaroor samajh gai k Aslam bahot gusse mai hai aur gandu koi ganda shabd hi hai… Usne defination mai jana uss situation main jaroori nahi samjha.. Sanskriti ko laga (Aslam ko ab kuch bhi kar ke shant karna hoga.. Kahi wo jyada gussa hoke apne aapp ko koi nuksaan na pohchale.. Nahi nahi.. agar ussne yaha kuch kiya to main kisi ko kya javab dungi.. Aur mai esse kisi insan ko treatment shuru hone se pehle kaise chod du..? Wo kitni umeedo se mere pass illaj karvane aya hai….. Mujhe usse shant karna hi hoga.. uska illaj karna hi hoga.. chahe mujhe kuch bhi karna pade..)
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“Dekho Aslam shant ho jav… Tum har baat ko galat kyun samajhte ho… esi koi baat nahi hai.. Mujhe tumse koi problem nahi hai… naahi tumhare garib hone se koi problem hai..” – “Accha ab main galat samajh raha hu… Tu mujhe zaleel karne ke irade se yaha aayi hai… Tu mujhse khule mai bahar baat nahi karti.. Aur tu apne baap ko bhi mere bare mai nahi batati.. Phir bhi mai galta??” – “Wo tumhari bimari ki vajah se main kisi ko nahi bata sakti.. ” – “Sahi kaha.. meri bimari hi sari fasaat ki jaad hai.. Main hu saare fasat ki jaad mujhe mar jana chahiye..” Aur Aslam Desk pe padi huyi scissor ko uthata leta hai…
Isse Sanskriti ghabra jati hai… aur wo ek dam se jhuk kar Aslam ka hath pakad leti hai.. Desk ke piche se jhukne ki vajah se Sanskriti ko kafi jhukna padta hai.. Iss vajah se uska cleavage Aslam ki ankho k samne aa jata hai… Uske done boobs aur unke bich ka clevage saaf taur par Aslam dekh paa raha tha.. Un boobs ko thame rakhne wali pink colour ki bra bi Aslam dekh paa raha tha.. Aslam kuch nahi bolta aur Sanskriti k boobs ko hi dekhte rehta hai… Sanskriti bhi ye note karti hai.. Usse sharm ane k bavjood bhi vo Aslam ka hath chod ke khadi hone ki himmat na kar pai.. usse dar tha ke hath chodte hi Aslam phir se Scissor utha lega… Iss dauran wo sochti hai ( Usman ne sahi kaha tha.. Aslam ko gusse mai ek hi cheej shant kar sakti hai.. Mujhe apni ijjat aur sharm se jyada iss inssan ki jindgi ke baremai sochna chahiye… )
Sanskriti Aslam ka hath chode bina hi desk k side se Aslam k side mai aa jati hai… Aur apne dusre hath se phir uske haath se kaichi chuda kar desk pe rakhti hai.. usse khada karne ke liye uske haath khichti hai.. Aslam samajh nahi pata ki Sanskriti kya kar rahi hai ( Kahi ye mujhe yaha se nikalna to nahi chahti…?? Nahi essa nahi ho sakta.. agar esaa huva to Sali ka bang bhi kar ke isse apna banaunga)
Darasal Sanskriti nahi chahti thi Aslam Desk ke pass bethe aur phir wahi harkat kare jo usne abhi ki thi… Sanskriti ne socha isse dur bethane se accha pass bithaya jay aur esi jagah bithaya jay jaha koi cheej ko ye utha na paay… Iss liye usse piche k sofa par bithana hi sahi hoga.. Par sofe pe usse akele bethne ko nahi keh sakti thi… iss liye usse bhi waha bethna tha…Uske saath Sanskriti Aslam ko khinch ke Sofe k pass le gai aur usse ankhon se aur gardan hila ke bethne ka isshara kiya… Phir boli – “Yaha aaram se betho Aslam… Yaha hum aaram se baate kar sakte hai..”
Aslam kush ho gaya.. wo bhi yahi chahata tha ki usse Sanskriti k aur pass bethne ko mile… Aslam jaha behtne ja raha tha waha Sanskriti ka dupatta pada tha… Sanskriti ne Aslam ko bethne se roka aur uska dupatta uthaya aur phir usse phir se bethne ko kaha… Aslam beth gaya.. Sanskriti ne dupatta utha ke apne sine pe dalna chaha.. par Aslam ne dupatte ka kinara pakad liya aur bola… – “Ab isski kya jarorat hai… Iss ke bina hi tu mast rapchik lagti hai.. chood isse”
Sanskriti chahti to nahi thi.. Par wo Aslam ko kisi bhi baat pe mana nahi karna chahti thi.. Ussne apne man ko manaya aur dupatte ko Sofe k hand rest pe rakh diya…Phir boli – “Agar tum yahi chahte ho to yahi sahi.. chalo nahi dalti mai dupatta… Thik hai? Par uske baad mai tumhe bhi wada karna hoga k tum apne aap ko nuksan pochane ki koi harkat nahi karoge”
Aslam iss baat pe muskura diya aur bola.. – “Ye to abhi ki baat hai.. agar mujhe gussa na aya to mai bhi koi aisi harkat na karu.. wo to jab koi baat mujhe meri pakad se bahar dikhti hai tabhi mai aisa karta hu.. Tu bas mujhe kisi baat pe gussa mat karna… Aur mai apne aap ko control kar lunga..”
Aslam ye bol raha tha tab tak Sanskriti Aslam k pass sofe pe beth chuki thi.. Aslam sofe k ek kone mai betha tha aur Sanskriti sofe ke dusre kone mai.. dono k bich kafi fasla tha.. – “Ye kya..?? Itni dur kyun bethi hai.. pass beth mere” – “Kyun ?? kaha dur hu.. Pass hi to hu..” Sanskriti ne paas jaye bina baat ko sambhalte huye kaha…
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“Ohh.. Sali k nakhre phir se shuru ho gaye… Mere pass se tujhe bimari lag jaygi… main ganda hu na.. Mere sharir mai kitanu bhare hai.. Bimari k, garibi k… kyun??” Aslam ne phir se gussa dikhaya..
Sanskriti ko laga ab isse dubara gussa hone ka moka nahi dena hai..Kahi ye phir se kuch kar na bethe.. Sanskriti ne jyada na sochte huye.. Aslam k pass khis gai.. Par thodi duri phir bana rakhi..taki wo Aslam ko chu na jay.. Aslam ne bhi moka dekh k ek dam se apna hath Sanskriti ki gardan k piche se Sanskriti ke kandhe par dal diya.. aur Sanskriti ko aur pass kicha.. Sanskriti na usse rok payi na mana kar pai.. Wo bahot sharma rahi thi aur excite feel kar rahi thi…. Usse aaj tak kisi ne itne apne pan se paas bithaya tha.. Waise ye uski high society mai normal baat thi.. par uska kabhi koi bf ya male friend nahi tha jo usse esa kuch kar sake.. ek dam se kuch karna uske nature mai hi nahi tha… Shayad iss liye bhi Sanskriti ko ye baat acchi lag rahi thi kyon ki wo iss tarah k apnepan ko kisi mard se pehli baar mehsoos kar rahi thi.. Aslam k khichne se Sanskriti k boobs side se Aslam ki chati se dab rahe the…Sanskriti Aslam ko humiliate feel nahi karvana chahti thi.. wO isse bimari ka hi ek hissa samajh rahi thi.. Dono aisa bata rahe the mano kuch huva hi a ho.. Phir Aslam ne jab Sanskriti k aur se koi pratikriya na dekhi to.. Usne Sanskriti ko aur jor se apni aur kicha.. Jis ke liye Sanskriti taiyar nahi thi… Wo kuch limits ko abhi bhi cross karne se dar rahi thi… Uska dil usse itni jaldi ye sab karne ki manjorri nahi de raha tha.. Dil mai ye baat ate hi ki ye sab galat hai.. Wo apni excitement ko ignore kar deti hai aur issi wajah se wo Aslam ko apne hatho se dur kar k khadi ho jati hai…
Aslam bhi ek minite k liye sochta hai (Shayad kuch jyada jaldi ho gaya… Par ab mai piche nahi hat sakta… Maafi mangi to ye haar baar meri galti ko manvake mujhse dur ho jaygi… Isse aadat dalwani hogi.. k Aslam galti nahi karta… aur jo karna chahta hai wo karke hi rehta hai.. )
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“Kya huva Sali??” – “Nahi wo kuch nahi.. wo tumne jyada pass kicha na iss liye.. Matlab.. Hume iss tarah se nahi bethna chahiye..” – “Accha kyun nahi bethna chahiye..? Sali bata mujhe kya burai hai mujhme jo tu mujhse sat k nahi beth sakti..?” Aslam ne phir se thoda gussa dikhate huye kaha..
Sanskriti sochti hai ab iss ka mai kya javab du.. tabhi Aslam phir se gussa hona shuru kar deta hai.. – “Sab samajhta hu Sali.. tu try to bahot kar rahi hai.. accha bhi hai.. par tu apne ander ki nafrat ko daba nahi paa rahi hai.. mujh jaise garib aami k saath tujhe ghin ati hogi.. kyun..? Aur agar meri garibi problem nahi hai to ….ha…hamare dharam bhi alag alag hai iss liye tu mujhe j nicha samajhti hogi kyun..?”
Sanskriti Aslam ki baato se bahot sharminda mehsoos karti hai..Wo khud ko racist samjhe jane par khud par sharminda hone lagti hai… Wo Aslam ko jaise prove kaarna chahti thi k usse khud k ***** aur Aslam k _ hone se koi fark nahi padta hai.. Nahi khud k AAMIR aur uske GARIB hone se…. Wo bas kisi bhi tarah apne apko iss ilzam se begunah sabit karna chahti thi..
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“Ye ek dam galat hai.. Tum mujhe bahot galat samajh rahe ho.. Wo tumne mujhe apne pass kicha wo mere liye unexpected tha iss liye maine oppose kiya.. isska tumhare garib ya '. hone ne kuch lena dena hai hai.. Please mujhe racist mat samjho..” Sanskriti ki awaaz mai ek vinati aur pachtave ka tone tha… Aslam ko laga mano teer sahi jagah par jake laga hai..
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“Ye racist kya hota hai??? Sali jis cheej ka matlab nahi pata wo tujhe kaise samjhu.. ?? Par wo sab chood.. Tu agar mujhse nafrat nahi karti… aur mujhe apne barabar samajhti hai to sabit kar.. Sabit kar tu mujhe pure illaj k dauran nicha mehsoos nahi karvayegi…”
Ab baat Sanskriti k ego tak aagayi thi wo ab kuch bhi karna pade piche nahi hatna chahti thi.. Wo iss challenge ko kisi bhi halat mai pura karna chahti thi.. – “Bolo tum.. main kaise sabit karu.. Bolo.. kuch bhi bolo mai kya karu k tum manjaooge k main tumse nafrat nahi karti..?” – “Accha.. Chal ek kaam kar.. meri Godi main beth ja.. mere ekdam pass” – “Ye main kaise kar sakti hu..?” Aslam ki demand sun k Sanskriti ekdam shook reh jati hai..
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“Kyun nahi kar sakti..?” Aslam ne gusse mai apni ankho ki bhavre chadha k pucha – “Wo.. Aise… tumhare saath mai kaise beth sakti hu..?? Aise to sirf..” – “Ha kya.. sirf kya?” – “Lover hi beth sakte hai…”
Sanskriti ki jhijak Aslam dekh chuka tha.. Sanskriti khul k mana bhi nahi kar paa rahi thi ki wo aise nahi bethege ye bhi Aslam samajh chuka tha.. (Sanskriti bas apni sharm k vajah se age nahi badh rahi… agar usse thk se push kiya gaya to wo jaroor aage badhegi.. )
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“Sali bahane banana bandh kar.. Nahi bethna to mana karde.. main abhi yaha se chala jata hu.. Samajh gaya mai.. mera illaj tere bas ki baat nahi… Tere se acche to wo do DOcter the.. jinhone kam se kam saaf saaf bata to diya tha.. teri tarah chodu to nahi bana rahe the..”
Sanskriti k ego ko isse badi choot koi ho hi nahi sakti thi… Wo apni ijjat Usman aur Aslam k samne gavana nahi chahti thi ( Shayad wo ijjat gavane ke liye hi bacha rahi thi ) – “Please Aslam essi baat mat karo.. main tumhara illaj jaroor karungi.. Please mere bharosa karo.. ” – “Bharosa wo bhi tera.. Sali jo apne baap ko jhoot bole uska kya bharosa? Tu apne baap ko mere bare mai jhoot bol sakti hai to mujhe kya lund sach bolegi..? Aur tune to wada kiya tha na.. tu mere illaj karegi! Meri baat manegi..! Meri dosti nibhayegi..! Kya huva uska?? Sali tu 2 baap ki hai ye sabit hogaya na..?? Sali meri jindgi hi bekar hai.. Sari jindgi mujhe shayad aise hi bitani hai..Accha hai kahi kue main jake kud jau kahi”
Sanskriti apne ego pe ye baat she na saki.. uske ander ek alag tarah ka josh bhar gaya.. jo shayad har insaan ko kisi badi competition k shurme hota hai… Ab wo Aslam ko bharosa dilane k liye kuch bhi karne k liye taiyar thi.. Age jo bhi hoga dekha jayga..Wo bina kuch soche Aslam k muh par hath rakh deti hai aur Aslam k pairo ko apne dusre hatho se alag karti hai… iss waqt jhukne k wajah se uske boobs fir se Aslam ki ankho ke samne aa jate hai..Par choude karte waqt Sanskriti k dil bahot joro se dhadak raha tha.. mano wo abhi uske muh se bahar aa jayga.. Wo bas niche dekh rahi thi aur Aslam se ankhe nahi milana chah rahi thi…Pairo ko kholte kholte Aslam ki lungi uske pairo k upar se khul gai..( Aslam ne waisi lungi pehni thi jaise normally log towel ko lapette hai..) Aslam ki ek tang nagi ho gai.. Aur Sanskriti phir ghum ke Uspar beth gai.. Aslam k muhse Sanskriti ka haath hat gaya.. Aur uski gand ka makhmali ehsaas apni jangho pe hote hi Aslam me mano ek current daud gaya…Aslam k liye bhi Sanskriti ki harkat ek shook se kam nahi thi ( Sali kya bijli gira rahi hai..?!) Uske muh se ekdam se ek siskari nikal jati hai.. aur wo bol padta hai – “Benchod..”
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“Kya..?” – “Kuch nahi…” – “Ab huva yakeen.. ?? khamakha tum mujh par shak kar rahe ho.. Ab to mujh par bharosa hai na..?” Sanskriti ne Aslam se badi mushkil se ye pucha.. Ek ajeeb si excitement usse feel ho rahi thi.. uske gale se awaaz nahi nikal rahi thi.. uske dil k dhadak ne ki awaaz usse khud sunai de rahi thi… Apni baat ko sahi karne k liye ussne ye kadam utha to liya.. par shayad usse pata nahi tha iss kadam ka kya hashar hoga…
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“Are thik se beth na.. Teri gand ki haddi mere pair me lag rahi hai..” Aslam ne ye bol ke Sanskriti ko uski gaand se thoda uncha kar ke apne pero pe adjus kiya.. Aur usse apni aur khicha.. iss dauran Aslam k lund full size mai akaad chuka tha.. Sanskriti bhi ye sun ke kuch jyada hi sharminda mehsoos karti hai.. Par wo Aslam ko dikhana nahi chahti ki wo ghabra rahi thi.. Ab jab ki Aslam ki lungi ek side se khul chuki thi uski underwear bhi thodi bahot najar aa rahi thi… aur uske vishal bamboo ko notice karna koi badi baat nahi tho…. Waise bhi Sanskriti ne ye kar to diya tha par excitement k sath sath usse sharm bhi bahot aa rahi thi.. iss liye wo Aslam se ankh nahi mila paa rahi thi aur wo niche hi dekh rahi thi…
Aslam k lund par Sanskriti k gand side se touch ho rahi thi aur wo thodi thodi der mai jo jhatke mar raha tha wo Sanskriti bhi feel kar rahi thi.. par wo koi reaction deke situation ko aur complicate nahi karna chahti thi..
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“Ha meri Randi.. ho gaya bharosa… Tu mera illaj kar payegi.. aur tu hi mera illaj kar paygi.. ” Aslam aise bol raha tha jaise uska illaj karne k liye Sanskriti ko koi bada prize milne wala tha.. ( Prize to milne wala tha… Aslam ka LUND.. wo bhi pure parivar k liye)
Sanskriti randi shabd sun k Aslam k muh k aur dekhti hai..Aslam k muh ko itne pass se dekh kar Sanskriti ko kuch hone lagta hai.. Aslam k muh se aati ajeeb si smeel bhi wo sungh paa rahi thi.. shayad tambaku ya beedi ki smell thi..
Clinic ka mahol bahot erotic ho chuka tha…Uski choot iss erotic mahol mai tingling sensation de rahi thi… Aur Aslam k lund to pehle se hi over tight tha..
Waise bhi Sanskriti pehle se sex k mamle mai thodi bhookhi rahi thi.. Shayad ek mard ka sparsh iss cheej ko uske liye excitement bana raha tha.. Reason jo bhi ho par wo bahot excited thi…. Esse excitement mai dimag sharir k sath chodne lagta hai.. Samne k pal ko jee lena ka maan karta hai.. dil karta hai k jo ho raha hai ho jane diya jay… Phir jo bhi hoga dekha jayga… Sanskriti bhi kuch essa hi mehsoos kar rahi thi.. Uska dimag usse baar bar rok raha tha par sharir usse dimag ki baat unsuni karwa raha tha… aur dil ko to joro se DHADAK ne se hi fursat nahi thi…
Aslam Sanskriti k ekdam pass mai apna chehra le gaya…. Kuch der rukne ke baad Aslam aur pass gaya.. Ab dono k hotho ke bich sirf hawa jane jitna fasla tha.. Jab Sanskriti ne koi reaction na diya, koi oppose na dikhaya tab Aslam ne himmat kar ke thoda age badh ke apne hoth Sanskriti k hotho se laga diye….
Sanskriti jaisi pari k hotho ka sparsh hi acche accho k pani nikalne k liye kafi tha… Par ye to Aslam tha.. ! Sanskriti itni excited feel kar rahi thi ki wo apne aap ko rok hi payi.. nahi wo Aslam ko mana kar pai…
Aslam ne ekdam se Sanskriti ko kamar se pakad kar apni aur khicha….Sanskriti thodi lambi hone ki wajah se aur Aslam k godi pe behthne ke wajah se.. Aslam ko thoda upar dekhna pad raha tha aur Sanskriti ko niche..
Bahot erotic scene tha..Ek ganda insaan jiski tange ekdam khuli huyi thi, nangi thi.. uss tango par ek highclass ghar ki padhi likhi aurat bethi huyi thi aur apne Komal aur gulab k pankhudiyo jaise hotho se uss gande insaan k rookhe,gande, phate huve hotho ko kiss kar rahi thi..
Aslam ab dhire dhire apne right hath ko jo ki free tha usse Sanskriti ke pet pe uske kurte k upar rakhta hai aur jo hath uski Kamar pe tha usse Sanskriti k sir ke piche le ja ke Sanskriti ke sar ko apni aur dabata hai.. Sanskriti kuch bhi sochne samajhne se bahot aage excite ho chuki thi.. Ab Aslam apna right hand Sanskriti k pet se dhire dhire upar lejata hai… aur uske soft, mulayam boobs pe rakh deta hai… Aur usske right boob ko dhire se daba deta hai.. Sanskriti k muh se siskari nikal jati hai… Par Aslam k hotho k lage hone ki wajah se uski awwaz nahi nikal paati.. Lekin Aslam ye bhaap leta hai.. Wo samajh jata hai k ye shadishuda aurat ek dam garam ho chuki hai..
Aslam apne haath se Sanskriti k boobs pe dabav badhata hai.. Uska lund Sanskriti k boobs ko apne hatho mai.. uski softness ko feel karke full size mai aa chuka tha.. dard karne laga tha.. Aslam ab apni normal kiss ko chodta hai… aur Sanskriti k hotho ko apne hotho se azaad karta hai… par apne haath ko uske boobs se nahi hatata.. wo abh bhi uske boobs ko rikshaw k air horn ke gubbare ki tarah dabaye jaa raha tha..
Sanskriti ki ankhe excitement ki wajah se bandh thi… Kiss tutne par wo apni ankhe khol k Aslam ki aur dekhti hai.. par keh kuch nahi pati
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“Tu ekdam mast maal hai Sanskriti..Tu sach mai mast maal hai.. Bol tu meri har baat manegi???” Aslam ye bolte huve bhi uske boobs ko daba raha tha..Sanskriti kisi hypnotised insaan ki tarah bas Aslam ko sun rahi thi par koi reaction nahi de rahi thi.. Wo apne boobs ke dabne ki excitement mai khoi huyi thi…Sanskriti k ankhe phir se bandh ho jati hai…
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“Tu ekdam mast maal hai Sanskriti..Tu sach mai mast maal hai.. Bol tu meri har baat manegi???” Aslam ye bolte huve bhi uske boobs ko daba raha tha..Sanskriti kisi hypnotised insaan ki tarah bas Aslam ko sun rahi thi par koi reaction nahi de rahi thi.. Wo apne boobs ke dabne ki excitement mai khoi huyi thi…Sanskriti k ankhe phir se bandh ho jati hai…
Tabhi Sanskriti ke mobile ki ring bajati hai… Sanskriti apne hosh mai wapas aati hai.. aur Aslam ki goad mai baithe baithe hi apni ankho ko khol ke hi apne mobile ko dhundti hai.. Desk pe bajate huye mobile ko dekh ke wo uthne ka try karti hai.. Par Aslam ne usse uski kamar se pakad rakha tha.. uske boobs daba raha tha.. – “Please Aslam jane do.. Koi important call hogi.. ”
Sanskriti ussko sirf mobile k wajah se chodne ko kehti hai na ki uski bold harkato ki wajah se.. ye jan k Aslam ko bahot khushi huyi… Ab Sanskriti usski ho chuki hai ye wo samajh chuka tha.. Ab wo usse nahi rokegi..
Sanskriti apne ko chudane ki koshish karne lagi.. Aslam bhi usse chodna nahi chahta tha.. Sanskriti sochti hai ( Kahi papa ka phone to nahi?? )
Wo kuch galat kar rahi thi ye baat uska dil janta tha.. aur iss guilt mai wo papa ka phone miss ho wo nahi chahti thi.. Wo kuch bhi karke phone uthana chahti thi.. – “Aslam chodo.. shayad mere papa ka phone hoga..”
Aslam ko laga.. (Sali mana to nahi kar rahi..na hi mujhe rukne ko keh rahi hai.. matlab ye bhi chahti hai jo ho raha hai wo na ruke… aur agar isske papa ka phone baar baar ye na utha pai to bekar koi shak hoga isspe.. jo mere aur isske liye aage jake accha nahi hai..)
Aslam Sanskriti ko chod deta hai.. Sanskriti khadi hoke daud k Desk k pass jake mobile uthati hai.. Mobile me local aur unknown number tha… Sanskriti sochti hai..( Ye kiska number hai..?)
Iss bich Aslam bhi khada hoke Sanskriti k piche aa ke khada ho jata ha aur uske piche se usse pakad leta hai uska lund Sanskriti ki jangho aur gand ki shuruat k hisse mai chu raha tha.. Wo Sanskriti k shoulder k piche k hisse mai jaha Sanskriti k baal the usse hata kar ek kiss karta hai.. Itne mai phone cut ho jata hai..
Aslam iss bich Sanskriti ko dhire dhire khichta huva apne saath sofe ki aur le jata hai… wo khud beth jata hai aur Sanskriti ko dobara apni tango pe bitha deta hai.. par iss bar wo Sanskriti ko aise bithata hai ki Sanskriti k dono pair uske pair k dono taraf ho, jaise ki wo uske pairo ki horse riding kar rahi ho… aur wo khud Sofe pe apni pith tika ke beth jata hai aur Sanskriti ko bhi khich k uski pith ko apne upar rest karva deta hai.. Sanskriti ka mobile abh bhi uske hath mai tha… aur uska head Aslam k kandhe par tika huva tha…
Aslam phir se Sanskriti ke Kandhe aur Neck ke hisse ko ek kiss karta hai.. aur phir apni jaban nikal ke niche se upar tak chat ne lagta hai… Sanskriti k liye ye bahot jyada tha.. Wo apni ankhe bandh karke hi apne sar ko aur piche le jati hai.. Iss wajah se uske boobs thode aur bahar ki taraf nikal ate hai… Aslam uske boobs ko upar se dekhta hai.. aur phir se apne haat uske boobs par rakh deta hai… aur phir se uske boobs ko dabane lagta hai.. par iss bar wo dono haatho se dono boobs ko dabane lagta hai.. aur saath mai Sanskriti ko ki gardan aur galo pe kiss bhi kar raha thai…
Aslam ne bhi apna petra badla aur aab usne apna left hand se Sanskriti ki tight kameez ko uske pet ke upar se uthani chahi.. par uski kameez jo ki Sanskriti ki gaand k niche bhi phasi thi wo upar na ho pai… Aslam phir bhi koshish karta raha.. Sanskriti khud thodi uthi aur apni Kameez ko apni gaand k niche se nikal ke phir beth gai… Sanskriti bhi dekhna chahti thi Aslam aur kya karta hai.. wo aur bhi excite hona chahti thi.. aur bhi bada adventure feel karna chah rahi thi.. Aslam k liye bhi ye green signal tha.. kuch bhi karne ka.. Usne Sanskriti ki kameez upar tak uthayi.. uski khubsoorat navel jo ki aab nangi thi uss pe apna hath fera… aur uski tight kameez ko aur upar uthaya… Aur jaha uski pink bra shuru hoti thi waha ja kar ruk gaya… Ab Aslam Sanskriti k boobs ko uski bra k upar se hi daba raha tha.. Par ab bra k wajah se Sanskriti ki bodi aur uske nange boobs ka bhi Aslam touch kar par raha tha.. Wo pagalo ki tarah Sanskriti ki gardan mai kiss karta hai aur dono hatho se uske dono boobs ko masalne lagta hai.. Aslam dhire dhire Sanskriti k galo pe bhi apne hoth le jata hai.. Aur dhire se Sanskriti k kano mai kehta hai.. – “Meri randi.. Jara meri taraf bhi to dekh.” Sanskriti jaise hi Aslam ki taraf dekhti hai.. Aslam uske hotho ko apne hotho se chusne lagta hai.. Sanskriti maje ke bhavar mai dubne lagti hai.. Aslam bhi moka dekh k Sanskriti ki salwar mai apna haath dal deta hai.. Ye Sanskriti k liye bahot jyada tha.. Uski choot ko aaj tak uske kisi ni nahi chuva tha… Wo ek ajeeb si gudgudi mehsoos karti hai jab Aslam ka hath Sanskriti ki Salwar ki elastic main se andar jata hai…aur Sanskriti ki penty k elastic ko bhi utha ke andar jane ka rasta banata hai… Wo Ander apne left hand ko le ja kar Sanskriti ki choot par rakh deta hai.. Sanskriti ki choot par bahot choote choote baal the jo Aslam apni ungaliyo se mehsoos kar sakta tha.. Aslam apni dusri ungli Sanskriti ki choot mai dal deta hai.. Sanskriti excitement k pahad par pohoch jati hai aur iss excitement mai uski choot bhi wo thodi aage dhakel deti hai.. Aslam apni ungli se hi Sanskriti ko maja de raha tha… Aslam tab Sanskriti k haath ko apne hatho se pakad kar apne lund par rakhva deta hai.. Sanskriti bhi Aslam k lund ki size ko apne hatho se chu kar hairan ho jati hai… (Itna bada??!! Meri muthi mai bhi nahi aa raha hai…)
Issi dauran Sanskriti ke mobile ki ring dobara bajati hai..wahi unknown number tha jo pehle bhi tha… Aslam dhire se Sanskriti ke kaan mai bolta hai – “Utha le.. Tere kisi yaar ka hai jo sharma rahi hai..?”
Aur dhire se Sanskriti k kaan mai bolta hai.. – “Janemaan.. Kiska phone hai..? Aab utha bhi lo.. kahi dobara..kaat na jay..”
Sanskriti ne phone receive kiya… – “Hello?? Kon?” – “Ji madam mai Rafik.. Wo apko batana tha aapki gadi thik ho gai hai..” – “Ohh accha.. ummm thik aaah hai..”
Sanskriti Aslam ki harkato ki wajah se thik se baat nahi kar paa rahi thi.. Uske muh se siskiya nikal rahi thi.. Aslam ko isse bahot maja ata hai.. wo apni ungli k harkato ko aur badha deta hai… – “Madam kya huva.. koi problem hai??” – “aah.. Nahi.. Wo .. kya keh rahaaaahe the tuumm?” – “Wo madam maine gadi repair kardi hai.. aur admi ko bhej diya hai wo adhe ghante mai apke ghar pohoch jayga..” – “Thik hai..”
Sexy harkate kart waqt kisi se phone pe baat karna ek naya anubahv tha Sanskriti k liye.. uske excitement aur maje ki inteha thi.. Upar se Aslam ne maje lene k chakkar mai kuch jyada hi ungli kar di thi Sanskriti ki choot mai.. Aur Aslam k lund ki garmahat jo uske underwear k upar se hi uske hatho ko chu rahi thi.. YE kafi tha Sanskriti k liye… Sanskriti ne apna Organism hasill karliya.. Aur wo discharge ho gai… Aslam bhi apne hath k bhigne ki wajah se ye jan chuka tha…
Organism hasil karte hi jaise usse apni galtiyon ka ehsaas hone lagta hai…Wo kitna galat kar rahi thi wo usse feel karne lagti hai… Par dil ka ek kona usne jo maje liye usse bhi nahi jhootlana chahta tha… Iss liye wo Aslam pe harsh na ho saki… Wo pata nahi kyun tript hone par bhi khudko aur bhookha mehsoos kar rahi thi.. essi bhookh jo shayad Aslam nne abhi abhi uske andar jagai thi… Par Organism ho jane ki wajah se wo aab khul k soch paa rahi thi..jo wo excitement k rehte nahi soch paa rahi thi..Usse dhyan mai aya k thodi der baad mechanic ane wala hai.. Usse pehle Aslam ko yaha se jana hoga..
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“Aslam abhi thodi der mai car mechanic aa jayga.. please tum yaha se chale jav..” – “Chala jau.. ??? Kyun Sali.. Tu jhad gai to mere laude ko aise hi chod diya.. waah..!! Khud maje le liye aur mere maje ki baari ayi to mujhe ghar se nikal rahi hai..?” – “Jara samjho.. mechanic 30 min main ghar pe aa jayga.. Please meri baat ko samjho.. Main kisi ko ye nahi bata sakti k main tumhara illaj kar rahi hu…Wo bhi essi bimari ka”
Aslam ko laga abhi baat khichne ka koi fayda nahi.. Bekar baat bigadn se koi fayda nahi.. Par isse itni assani se aaj k liye chood nahi sakta… – “To kya iss tight lund k saat hi tere ghar se niklu.. Abe agar ese nikla na to logo ko 100% shak hoga… Isse shant de mai chala jaunga..” – “Matlab?” Sanskriti jan kar bhi anjan ban rahi thi…
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“Ek dam saaf baat hai.. maine tera pani nikala tu mera nikal…” – “Ye main kaise kar sakti hoo..??” – “Kyn nahi kar sakti..? apni choot mai ungli karwate waqt kyun nahi socha.. Ab meri bari ayi to kyun aisa kar rahi hai.. Dekh time khoti mat kar… Kahi tera wo mechanic aa gaya to phir mujhe dosh mat dena….” Aslam janta tha k Sanskriti ab kisi bhi cheej se mana nahi karegi.. Par uski sharm usse kuch karne bhi nahi degi… Usse sharm se bada kuch dikhana padega.. tabhi wo aage badhegi.. aur wo tha dar apni ijjat nilam hone ka.. Waise iski koi jarorat nahi thi par… Sanskriti k sharm k bandh ko todne ki chabi thi yeh.. Usse pata tha.. Sanskriti usse mana nahi karegi.. Par jab karegi usse darana padega..
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“Mera lund ko shant kar de bas…Main chala jauga..” – “Wo to tum khud kar sakte ho..” – “Par tere mulayam hotho se hoga to aur maja ayega na..” – “Nahi.. mai tumhara hargeej muh mai nahi lungi..kitna ganda hota hai wo” – “Lele… janeman.. koi jyada ganda nahi hai… Tujhe isse shant to karna hi hai to nakhre mat kar..” Aslam khush tha ki Sanskriti ne gandki ka oppose kiya Blowjob ka nahi
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“Nahi Aslam abhi nahii.. main ye muh mai nahi le sakti..” Aslam ko laga.. (Abhi isse samjahne ka time nahi hai… Par isse lund k darshan to aaj karvane hi hai)
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“Chal.. Muh mai nahi lena chahti.?? To koi baat nahi.. apne haatho se hi jhada de..” Sanskriti ko ne socha ( Aslam manega nahi.. aur kahi wo gussa ho gaya to accha nahi hoga…Isse accha hai mai uski baat man lu… Waise bhi maine abhi uska chu hi liya hai.. agar dobara chu bhi lungi to kya ho jayga..?) Sanskriti apni excitement ko kisi tarah se justify kar rahi thi.. Wo Aslam k bade lund ko dekhna chahti thi… Jo ussne hatho se feel kiya tha…
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“Thik hai…par phir tum chale jaoge na..?” – “Jaroor meri randi.. Par meri ek shart hai.. ” – “Shart ?? Wo kya?” – “Mera mani mai teri choot k upar hi choodunga… bhale tu apne kapde na utar.. par mujhe apna pani ussi jagah chodna hai jaha se tera pani nikla tha..”
Sanskriti ye sun k bahot hi jyada excited feel karti hai.. Uske pass koi reason nahi tha k wo Aslam ko mana kare…
Aslam sofe pe behta tha.. Aur Sanskriti niche farsh par beth jati hai… Usne ikraar mai apni gardan jhuka di.. Aslam k liye ye kisi tohfe se kaam nahi tha… (Bas Sali.. aaj k liye kapdo k upar se hi pani dal leta hu.. par age ja ke teri choot k ander bhi dalunga… Teri kokh mai bhi dalunga apna beej)
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“Chal to shuru ho ja” Aslam khada huva aur apni Lungi khol k side mai rakh di aur Apni underwear apne ghutno tak utar di… aur sofe pe beth gaya Uske akde huye lund ko dekh k Kamy ka muh khula ka khula reh jata hai.. (Kya lund itna bhi bada ho sakta hai??) Aslam k lund 10-11 inch ka hoga.. aur motai mai bhi kareeban 2.5-3 inch ka tha… Uski lund ki topi kuch alag thi.. Sanskriti ko pata nahi kyun uss lund ko dekhte hi apne hatho mai lene ka man karne laga… Usne dhire dhire apne hatho ko badha k Aslam k lund ko apne hatho mai le liya.. Jo uske ek akele haath mai nai aa paa raha tha… Aslam k nange lund ko pakad kar Sanskriti kuch ajeeb sa feel karti hai.. jaisa usne kabhi feel nahi kiya tha.. Ek ajeeb sa nasha tha…
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“Chal.. shuru kar apne hatho ko upar niche le ja.. Kya tere mechanic yaar k samne ye saab karna hai?” Sanskriti bina kuch bole ek baar Aslam ki ankho mai dekhti hai aur phir uske lund ko upar niche karne lagti hai..
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“Ohh.. Benchood.. Madarchood.. Teri maa ki choot.. Teri bhen ki choot… Haaaa. Bas esi hi.. bas hilati raho… Haaa.. Bass Wah.. meri randi..” Aslam apne maje mai khoya tha.. wo ankhe bandh karke apni pith sofe pe tika k bade aaram se betha tha… Thodi der baad wo Sanskriti k taraf dekhta hai.. Sanskriti badi mehnat se uske lund ko jhadane ki mehnat kar rahi thii… Hath upar niche karne ki wajah se Sanskriti ki chatiya jo uske dono hath ke age hone ki wajah se dono hath se dabe the.. upar niche ho rahe the.. AC room mai bhi Sanskriti k badan par paseena dekha ja sakta tha… Paseene se bhigi Sanskriti ko dekh k Aslam k lund aur bhi akad jata hai.. Sanskriti jaldi se jaldi Aslam ko farig karke usse yaha se bhejna chahti thi… Wo pichle 15 min se uska lund hila rahi thi… uske hath ab dard karne lage the… – “Sanskriti.. Randi.. Ab bas mera nikalne wala hai..kaha giraana hai apni shart yaad hai na..”
Sanskriti bina kuch bole ek haat se lund hilati rehti hai aur dusre hath se apni kameez ko pakadti hai.. – “Please jab bhi nikalne wala ho bata dena…” – “Bass ho gaya… Basss.. haaa rukna mat.. ” Aslam ne Sanskriti k hatho ko hata diya aur khud hi apne lund ko pakada.. aur Sanskriti ko kaha – “Bas khadi ho ja mera girne wala hai.. Chal taiyar hoja..”
Aslam betha hi tha… Sanskriti khadi ho ke apni salwar se dhaki choot ko Aslam k pass lati hai.. Aslam ek haath se lund hilate hilate aur dusre hath se Sanskriti ko paas khichtah hai.. Sanskriti apne dono hatho se apni kameez ko upar kar ke khadi thi… Aslam apne lund ka muh Sanskriti ki choot ki jagah par lagata hai aur issi k sath uska lund pani chood deta hai….. Sara pani wo Sanskriti ki choot k upar chood deta hai.. Uski blue color k salwaar choot k hisse mai buri tarah se bhig jati hai… Aslam ek baar mai itna pani nikalta hai jitna
Aslam ka pani nikalna jab bandh hota hai tab wo Sanskriti ko apne pass khich ke uski salwar ke sukhe hisse se pane lund pe lagi bachi kuchi mani bhi poch leta hai.. Sanskriti k liye ye bahot jyada exciting tha… Aslam ka lund ab dhire dhire normal size mai aa raha tha..
Aslam ne bade rukhe tarike se Sanskriti se kaha.. jaise wo kisi sach much ki randi se baat kar raha ho…. – “Chal mera ho gaya.. ab piche hath… Sali RANDI”
Usne home clinic ka darwaja jo k abhi bandh tha usse khola.. aur dobara mud k Sanskriti ki taraf dekha.. Sanskriti abhi bhi apni jagah par waise hi khadi thi.. Wo abhi bhi apne kurte ko upar uthaye khadi thi.. Bilkool kisi chote bacche ki tarah.. uske khule baal jo ki ek kandhe se age ki tarf the… Uska joro se dhadak ta sina aur uspe dikh rahi pasine ki boonde… Aslam ka man to kiya ki abhi k abhi Sanskriti ko abhi k abhi chod de… Par usse jaldbaji karna thik na laga.. Wo bhi tab jab Mechanic aa raha tha… Usne Sanskriti ki aur dekha dil mai mechanic ko ek gandi si gali di…aur phir bahar nikal gaya…
Sanskriti thodi shock mai… Jaise ye kya huva abhi… Aslam k lund ko dekh k, usse iss tarah ganda hone k baad usse bahot ajeeb sa lag raha tha… Bura nahi lag raha tha par dil pe ek boj lag raha tha usse.. Uska dil joro se dhadak raha tha.. Mano abhi bahar aa jayga.. Usse lag raha tha kuch galat ho gaya hai.. Usse darasal pasand aya tha Aslam ka rough andaz.. Par apni parvarish k vajah se apni soch k vajah se usse pasand ane par bhi wo ye ikraar nahi kar paa rahi thi k Jo bhi uske aur Aslam k bich huva wo lajhmi tha…
Bus usse lag raha tha mano ab bahot ho gaya… Mujhe ab Aslam se baat ko aur aage nahi badhana chahiye…iss sab se hat har ki ilaaz karna hai…Sanskriti ne faisla to kiya par pakka nahi… Wo bas khud ko dilasa de rahi thi..
Sanskriti abhi bhi poore hosh mae nahi thi. Aaj usne who kiya that jiska usne kabhi sapne mae bhi nahi socha tha …(kya eise ilaaz hota hai … kya yeh ilaaz hi hai … to phir mai itni affect kyon ho rahi hoon. Abhi bhi Sanskriti apni jagaha se hili nahi thi… Wo abhi bhi apne confused dimaag to suljhane ki koshish kar rahi thi… pata nahi kab tak khadi rahi who.
Achanack bell bajne ki awaz se who chaunki. Oh. Mechanic hoga. Darwaje ka intercom button daba kar puncha. – “Kaun hai?” – “j-j-j-ji m-m-me-me-memsahb, mai … r-r-rafik miyan ki w-workshop se ayay h-hun … a-aa-aapki g-g-ga-ga-gaadi dene.” – “Achcha … tum gadi ko side wale garage mae khada kar do aur wahin wait karo. Mae abhi 5 minute mae aati hoon…” Itna bolkar, Sanskriti jhat clinic mae ghussi, autr wahan kae washbasin ke sheshe mae apna huliya jaldi jadli theek karne lagi. Baal thoda theek kiya, phaili hui lipstick pounchi (kya yeh sheeshe mae mai hi muskara rahi hoon), aur kapde theek kiya. Jangho kae beech mae geela pan tang kar raha that, par abhi time nahi tha change karne kae liye. Aakhei baar apne ko sheeshe mae sir idhar udhar guma kar dekhne kae baad, usne bedroom sae purse uthata, aur darwaja khol kar bahar nikali. Rafik ka aadmi garage mae gadi khadi karke wahin kahada tha. – “Gadi thik ho gayi …?” – “j-j-j-ji m-m-me-me- memsahb … w-who iske ff… fffu..ffuel line main kk kkk kkkkach.. kaachara tha..” – “ab to theek hai na?” Sanskriti ne usse tokte hue pucha – “j-j-j-ji ab theek hai. U-us-ustaad b-bole thae ki aapko t-t-test kara d-doon …” – “nahi, uski koi jaroorat nahi hai. Problem hogi to phir bula loongi. Kitna kharcha hua …?” – “j-j-j-ji who … d..d.. do..hazzar t-t-teen so … who ph-ph-phir se tu-tu-tu-tuning karni p-padti hai na …” – “thik hai … thik hai … who rates mere husband check karlengwe baad me, rafik bhai se. mujhe to bas chalti gaadi chaiye … yeh lo … dhai hazzaar”, Sanskriti uske jaldi se chalta karne me lagi thi. – “mm-m-me-me-memsahb … ch-ch-ch-chuta … … n-n-nahi …” – “koi baat nahi … tum rakh lo … baksheesh samajh kar … thik hai” Sanskriti muskara kar boli…. Wo jyada der tak kadak bartav ka na kar pai… uski adat mai hi nahi tha..
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“oh… oh … mm-m-me-me-memsahb … sh-sh-shukariya … u-uparwala aa-aap ka bh-bhala kare” Mechanic ne khushi se salaam mara aur jaane laga.
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“Suno ..” Sanskriti ne toka. – “j-j-j-ji … ?” – “yeh haklaane ki bimaari kab se hai tumhe?” Sanskriti ka kind nature apni problems ke bawajood aage aa gaya… Wo khud ko rok na saki – “j-j-j-ji … b-b-ba-bachpan sae …” mechanic thoda jhenp gaya. – “dekho .. sharminda hone ki koi jarurat nahi hai … mere clinic par aa jana … mere saath doorse doctor baithte hain … Dr. Jain … who iss ke specialist hain … mai kal baat kardoongi tumhaari … time nikal kar aa jana … koi kharcha nahi hai … iske liye sarkaar se paise milte hain. Who thik kardenge tumhe … waise kya naam hai tumhara?” – “j-j-j-ji … b-babloo …” Babloo ko to jaise koi farishta dhikh gaya ho… Wo apne dil k bhavnao ko shabdo mai dhal nahi paa raha tha…
Sanskriti ko bhi andar se khushi hui ki usne phir se kisi bechaare ki help ki… uska man thoda majboot hua…. Apni respect badhi…Man thoda halka mehsoos hone laga…
Sanskriti ne muskaraate hue kaha – “Theek hai babloo, bhoolna mat. Tumhare ustaad-ji ko pata hai clinic kahan hai. Who bata denge. … ab jao … in paison ka kuch kha lena achcha … sharaab me nahi undana … theek hai … ab jao” aur Sanskriti apne se khush mud kar ghar ki or chal di. Babloo us farishte ko jata dekhta raha jab tak who gahr ke andar nahi chali gayi… Par jaise hi Sanskriti uski najaro se ojhal huyi Babloo apni asli aukat par aa gaya… Wo uchalte hue gate ki taraf bhada…. Wo man mai nachte nachte soch raha tha “Aaj to muaj hi mauj ho gayi re. chikan aur narangi khoob jamegi. He he he he he. Memsahb, aapki gadi har hafte kharaab ho … bas yehi ichcha he. Hi-hi-hi-hi-hi. Chal bhai babloo …. Naarangi bulaa rahi hai … seeti bajjaa rahi hai …”
Udhar Sanskriti ghar mae ghus kar sedhe kitchen mae gayi, aur fridge se pani ki bottle nikal k pani piya.. Kuch der k liye jaise wo Aslam wale wakye ko bhul hi gayi thi.. par Ghar mai ghus te hi Clinic ki taraf najar padte hi usse wo sab yaad aa gaya jo Aslam k sath huva tha… Usko apne kapdo k gande hone ka ehsaas hone laga… Usne bath lene ki sochi… Clinic ki ghatna ko bhulne k liye wo sab kaam badi phurti se kar rahi thi… apne kapde utaar kar ek kone me phenk diye aur shower ke neeche kahdi ho gayi. Garam paani se badan ki pasliyan khulne si lagin … bahut achcha mehsoos hua … par saath saath dimaag par pada taala bhi khulne laga…. Uska dimag kisi bhi tarah se Aslam ki baat ko dar kinar nahi kar pa raha tha… (Oh God, kya kiya usne eik paraye mard ke saath, eik marij ke saath …?? Ufff. Par kya dosh uska hai … who to bimar hai.. Uski bimari k vajah se wo soch nahi pata hai.. Par kya main khud ko control nahi kar sakti thi..? main kaise wo sab karne k liye taiyar ho gai…? Main chah kar bhi khud ko rok kyun nahi payi.?? Wo to accha hai Mechanic aa gaya.. Warna… shayad aaj main…. Nahi nahi… Ye galat hai… Main kaise esa kar sakti hu… !!! Par Aslam ko bhi waisa nahi karna chahiye tha… Wo aisa kaise kar sakta hai… Bimar hone ka ye matlab thode hai.. ) Sanskriti ka dimag tay nahi kar paa raha tha.. k galti kiski hai… Uska dimag ek pal k liye usse jimmedar manta tha aur dusre pal k liye Aslam ko jimmedar manta tha… Par dimag apne hisab se aarop laga k bachav ki dalile de raha tha… aur koi mujrim k taur par nahi aa raha tha…. Wo tay nahi kar paa rahi thi k Aslam ka illaj wo age kare k nahi… Issi dimagi uder bund k bich wo towel se apne ko poch kar… Towel ko apne irda gird lapek kar bahar aa gayi…
Sanskriti k sangemar se badan par sirf ek Towel lipta tha.. Jo k kafi bada tha… Upar se uske boobs ko dhake huye tha aur niche uski half thigh se kuch upar khatam hota tha… Bahot sexy lag rahi thi wo.. Aur Pani ki boonde uske jism par ek alag sa sexy look de rahi thi… uske bhige baal jo ki ek kandhe ke upar se age ko aye the.. Sanskriti unhe sehla kar sidha kar rahi thi…aur nichod rahi thi… Kahi iss waqt Aslam ne kya kisi ne bhi usse dekh liya to pata nahi wo bach bhi pati ya nahi…
Bahar nikalte huye usne ek baar apne pade huye chridar ko dekha aur Aslam ki harkat ko yaad kiya… Iske sath hi uska dimag sunn hone laga.. Bas usse Aslam ka lund hi najar aa raha tha… Wo chah kar bhi kuch aur na soch pai.. aur Aslam k lund ko yaad kar kar k uske najar k samne uski tasveer ubar ayi… Usne apni najare churidar se ghuma li aur apne liye kapde choose karne laga gayi… Usne ghar k liye pehanne wale apne kapdo maise…. Ek Short aur Half sleeve ki loose Tshirt nikali aur pehanli..
Bath lene k baad Sanskriti badi fresh mehsoos kar rahi thi.. par dimag halka nahi ho paa raha tha… reh reh kar usse Aslam wala wakya yaad aa raha tha aur iss vajah se wo kisi bhi kaam mai man nahi laga paa rahi thi.. Naha ne k baad Sanskriti ne apne liye chay banayi… Jab chai ban rahi thi tab bhi Sanskriti ka dimag Aslam k bare mai hi soch raha tha… (Kya sach mai galti meri hai..?? Nahi … Galti Aslam ki hai…. Usne mujhe majboor kiya, apne aapko mujh par force kiya warna main ye na karti.. Par kya sach main usne mujhe force kiya..??? Usne to koi jabardasti nahi ki.. Main hi bas.. Ohhh…Shayad meri hi galti hai… Aslam to bimar hai.. Usne bola tha ki agar usse koi cheej chahiye to wo dimag nahi chalta.. Issi cheej ka to wo illaj karvana chahta hai…mujhe hi uske saamne eaise aana chahiye ki who excite na ho … mera suit bhi to itna tight tha … to who excite ho gaya to uski galti thodi hai … aage se dheele aur high nech k kapde hi pehnna chahiye muje uske saamne)
Chay pite pite bhi Sanskriti issi baat ko soch rahi thi… (Kya sach main galti meri hai… main usse shant karne k liye aur bharosa dilane k liye hi to uski goud me baithi thi … par goud me baith kar apne par control rakhna meri hi duty thi … who to hai hi aisa … Aur agar na baithti toAgar main Aslam ka oppose karti to shayad wo gussa ho jata… Aur agar wo gussa ho jata to pata nahi kya karta… haa.. shayad jo huva wo treatment k nazariye se bura nahi huva…. Shayad main thodi behak gai thi par Aslam ke ilaaj k liye shayad us waqt yehi sahi tha… Age se main thoda dhayan rakhungi…)
Phir Sanskriti sochti hai.. ( Aage..? Kya mujhe Aslam ka illaj age badhana chahiye?? Kya such main mujhe usse aur bulana chahiye… Aaj jo huva uske baad usko bulana thik nahi lag raha par usse na bulana bhi to galat hoga… Maine usse wada kiya tha..k main kuch bhi ho jay uska illlaj karungi… Usko bich raste main nahi chodungi.. To kya maine ek hi baar main haar man li..??? Kya Sanskriti har gayi..?? Nahi Sanskriti kabhi nahi harti.. aur apna wada har kimat par nibhati hai.. Jo huva shayad wo thoda jyada tha aur aage mujhe jyada savdhan rehna padega.. par main Aslam ka illaj aise nahi chood sakti… Waise bhi wo kaha taiyar tha illaj k liye… Usne to pehle hi bataya tha k main usse thik se jhel nahi paungi.. Uski galiyon ko she nahi paugi… Maine hi usse manaya tha aur ghar par bulaya tha.. Ab jab ussne mera itna kaha mana to kya main apni galti ki vajah se usse saja du… NAhi ye thik nahi…)
Sanskriti ka dimag.. ghuma phira k Aslam ko Bimari k tahat nirdosh aur khud ko guilty prove kar chuka tha.. Usse bas thoda control jyada rakhna chahiye tha… Par Aslam k gusse ko dhyan main rakh kar ussne jo kiya wo shayad sahi tha… Nahi to shayad Aslam khud ko ya usse nuksan pohchata.. jo shayad jyada bura hota… Apni aur Aslam ki karni ke liye dalile dene k baad.. Sanskriti thoda halka mehsoos kar rahi thi… usske man se guilt feeling thodi kaam ho rahi thi… puri tarah se to nahi par ha kaam ho rahi thi…
Iss sochne sochne main sham k 6 baj gaye the… Aslam ko gaye huve 2 ghante bit gaya tha..
Sanskriti ne thoda halka nasta karne ki sochi… Wo kitchen mai gai aur bread aur butter le ayi.. aur Butter ko bread pe laga kar khane lagi… Relax hone k bavjood Sanskriti khud ko Aslam k bare main sochne se nahi rok paa rahi thi… par ab kaun galat wale mukadme ka faisla ho chuka tha… tab Sanskriti Aslam k behaviour k bare main soch rahi thi… Wo Pure waqye ko phir se yaad karti hai.. Jaise ye uska unconsious mind usse karva raha tha… (Waise Aslam ka lund kitna bada tha.!!! Itna bada kisi ka ho sakta hai ye to maine kabhi socha hi nahi tha.. Bada itna k mere dono hatho mai mil k bhi nahi sama raha tha…
Baar baar Sanskriti ka maan na chahte huve bhi usi topic ko sochne lagta hai.. Pata nahi uski biwiya Aslam ko kaise jhelti hongi..??? Ussne jo stemina wali baat boli thi wo to ab mujhe sach lagti hai.. jab ki maine usske ejacuation ka time dekh liya hai.. Par kya wo iss umar main 20 ladkiyo ko satisfy kar sakta hai… jaisa usne bola tha.. ya bas wo esse hi fek raha tha..??!! Wo shayad 20 ladkiyo ko jhel bhi le par kya ladkiya uska jhel pati hogi..? Wo bhi itna bada.??? Bichari uski biwiyan… ! Aur jab Aslam gusse main apne usse apni biwio ke sath sex karta hoga to unko kitna dard deta hoga….??)
Sanskriti ka dimag na chahte huve bhi uske lund ko dekhne nahi rok paa rahi thi.
Sanskriti k maan main dar aur curiosity dono janm lene lagi thi… Kya wo itna bada lund apni choti si choot main le sakti hai..aur kya usse dard hoga… Ye uske liye nayae question the.. Aur Sanskriti ka curious dimag inn savalo ka javab janana chahte the.. Par uske maan main koi galat khayal abhi bhi nahi aya tha.. Aslam ke bare main..
Sochte sochte sham k 7.30 baj gaye.. Sanskriti ne fresh hone k liye TV on kiya or news channels laga kar dekhne lagi.. Par wo thik se TV par concentrate nahi kar paa rahi thi.. Uska dimag na chaht huve bhi apne aaj k wakye ko bhool nahi paa raha tha… Aslam ka lund aur usski harkate usse baar baar yaad aa rahi thi… Kahi na kahi wo Aslam k rough sparsh ko miss kar rahi thi.. Par wo jis cheej ko dil se bura manti thi.. uss cheej ka khud ko pasand ana admit karna assan nahi tha..
Udhar Aslam Sanskriti k ghar se nikal kar sidha apne ghar par aa gaya…Aslam k ghar par aaj koi nahi tha..faak se uski dono biwio ko apne maiykejana pad gaya tha. Salma to apni beti kae saath Ajmer Sharif gayi thi mayke walon ke saath – pehale se program bana hua tha – aur Razia ke ghar se achanak bulava aa gaya tha ki uski maa ki tang tut gayi hai. Ghar mai sirf Aslam aur Zoya hi the.. Aur jis waqt Aslam ghar par aya to Zoya ne usse kaha (Abbu.. Main apni dost k ghar ja rahi hu.. sham tak laut ayungi.. shayad der hojaygi.. Yahi paas main hi jaa rahi hu…)
Aslam ka bhi mood kharab tha.. Usne bhi Zoya ki bato par koi gaur nahi kiya aur usse jane diya.. Zoya k jane k baad Aslam ne ghar ka darwaja bandh kiya aur daru ki bottle nikal kar daru pine laga aur Mechanic ko galiya dene laga…. Mechanic ki vajah se wo ghar se to nikal gaya tha bina kuch kiye… Par Apne dil main usne uss mechanic ko pata nahi kya kya galiya di thi… Galio main hi uss mechanic ka pura khandan chudva diya usne..
Aslam k gussa hone ka karan Sanskriti ko na chod pane se jyada ye sochna tha ki ( Ab saali khud ko sambhal legi.. Saali agar meri baato ko samajh gai to phir se hath bhi nahi rakhne degi.. Hath kya.. Mujhe pass bhi nahi ane degi.. Saali ko itna garma kiya tha ki aaj to wo mujhse chud hi jati.. Agar aaj maine kuch shuru na kiya hota to koi baat nahi thi.. Agar tab mechanic ata to koi problem na hoti par itna hone k bad wo mechanic aya wo accha nahi huva.. Warna uska wo makhmali badan iss samay mai round raha hota… Par bhenchod sala mechanic ki maa ko chodu.. sale ne sare plan k maa chod di.. Kahi mil gaya to gand mar longa sale ki…)
Aslam ab apne plan k bare main age soch raha tha… (Saali ko ab phir se koi ghutti pilani padegi.. Ab usko yaaken dilana padega ki jo huva wo bilkool bura nahi tha.. Ek dam normal tha.. aur usse mujhe bahot fayda huva hai.. Sali bahot bhavok hai.. aur agar maine jitna socha utni bevkoof bhi nikli to wo jaroor meri baat man jaygi… Bas mujhe usse thik se samjhana hoga… Usse bas mujh par kisi tarh ka shak na ho…) Daru k nashe mai wo kab nind ki agosh main chala gaya usse pata hi nahi chala… Jab Aslam ki nind khuli to raat k sham ho chuki thi.. 7.15 baj raha tha… Nind se uthkar usne apna muh dhoya aur khatiya pe behta.. daru ka nasha kareeb kareeb utar chuka tha.. Par usne dusri bottle nikali aur phir se pine laga.. Pite pite bhi bska dimag Sanskriti k alawa kuch soch nahi paa raha tha.. Usse na bhook lag rahi thi na pyaas… Wo abhi bhi Sanskriti ki chut k bare mai hi soch pa raha tha aur age ka usse kya karna hai uske bare mai soch raha tha…
Aslam kuch der sochne k baad ek plan banata hai… Wo Sanskriti ko call lagata hai…
Iss dauran Sanskriti bhi Aslam k alawa kuch nahi soch paa rahi thi… Wo abhi bhi apne aur Aslam k bhich huyi ghatna ko normal theharane ki koshish kar rahi thi… Uska dil kahi usse keh raha tha Aslam k treatment usse chod deni chahiye.. Jisse aam admi sixth sense kehta hai.. Par jyadatar log isse ignore kar dete hai… Aur Sanskriti ne bhi yahi kiya..
(Aslam ki treatment main nahi chod sakti… Agar maine Aslam ki treatment chod di to wo mere bare me kya sochega…?? Usman mere bare main kya sochega?? Kya main kabhi bhi Usman se najare mila paungi..?? Kya main Aslam aur Usman se kiya huva vada tod du?? Nahi… Ye main nahi kar sakti..mujhe uski treatment chalu rakhni hogi.. Main uski treatment nahi chood sakti…. Kahi Aslam ne hi mujhse treatment lene se mana kar diya to…? Nahi main aisa nahi hone dungi.. kuch bhi kar ke mujhe uska illaj karna hai… Main kabhi har nahi sakti..) Sanskriti ka ego usse Aslam ki treatment chodne se rok raha tha..
Uska dil ek anjane dar se ghabra raha tha aur sath hi ek ajab si excitement se bhar raha tha…. Kuch naya exciting sa tha iss treatment main.. jo uske adventurous behaviour ko bahot appeal kar rah tha.. Kuch waisa hi jaisa parachut se kudne wale insaan ko hoti hai…
Uska dil ek aur usse keh raha tha.. (Maine aaj jo Aslam k sath kiya wo galat hai… Main ek shadishuda aurat hu.. main kisi paraye mard k sath wo sab nahi kar sakti.. ye galat hai.. mujhe aur aage nahi badhna chahiye.. Mujhe iss tarah se illaj nahi karna chahiye)
Dusri aur uska dil keh raha tha… (Kya sach main ye galat hai.. ?Kya kisi bimar insaan ki madad karna galat hai..?? Kisi gareb insaan ki madad karne main burai kya hai… Shayad main uski madad na karti to pata nahi wo kya karta… ! Shayad kisi aur ko ya shayad khud ko hi nuksan pohchata… Shayad maine accha hi kiya uski madad kar ke… Aur maine kya galat kiya??? Maine kon sa uske sath sex kiya hai..?? Bas ek dusre ko chua hi to hai…. Main khud ko sambhal sakti hu.. Ek adult hone k nate wo essi situation ko control kar sakti hu… Aslam ki madad kar ke main samaj seva hi kar rahi hai…Sath hi main ek docter hu.. Apne patient k liye agar thodi bahot mushkil jhel bhi li to kya ho gaya… Sharm ek insaan ki jindgi se jyada thodi hai)
Tabhi uska dimag phir se patri badal leta hai.. (Nahi ye galat hai… Aaj maine sex nahi kiya par agar mechanic na ata to kya sach main wo age na badhta..?? Meri ek khubsoorat family hai.. Ek pyara sa husband hai.. kaise main uski pith piche aisa kuch kar sakti hu?? )
21-01-2021, 08:23 AM
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