[Joker44]

Srivalli ki gaadi haveli ki taraf tez chal rahi thi. Jungle ki sadak ab khatam ho chuki thi, lekin uske dimag mein toofan abhi bhi chal raha tha. Uski pink Kanjeevaram silk saree ab thodi si creased thi, pallu ko usne bahut tight se lapeta hua tha taaki cleavage na dikhe. Uski chut abhi bhi geeli thi – Jolly ka thick cum andar se dheere-dheere leak ho raha tha, panty ko geela kar raha tha. Har gear badalte waqt seat par thoda sa pressure padta aur usko yaad aa jata tha – uski gaand Jolly ki thighs par zor-zor se girti hui, uska lund poora andar, woh khud upar-neeche ride karti hui.

“Jolly… saala harami…” usne apne aap se bola, lekin uski awaaz mein gussa ke saath ek ajab si kampan bhi thi. Usne steering wheel ko zor se pakad liya. Jolly ke words har pal repeat ho rahe the – “Pushpa ne tujhe kabhi protect nahi kiya… main ne kiya hai… woh chutiya sirf naam ka pati hai…”
Aansu uski aankhon se behne lage. Usne jaldi se unko ponchha. Nahin… yeh galat hai. Pushpa ji ne mujhe hamesha pyar diya hai. Woh jail mein the… unki kya galti? Main hi… main hi unke liye sab seh rahi thi. Lekin saath hi dusri awaaz aa rahi thi – Jolly ki awaaz. Agar woh itna strong hota toh tujhe gunde utha kar le jaate waqt kyun nahi aaya? Main aaya tha… main ne tujhe bachaya tha.
Gaadi haveli ke gate par pahunch gayi. Security guard ne muskurate hue gate khola. Srivalli ne apna chehra theek kiya, pallu adjust kiya, aur muskaan laga li – wohi pativrata rani wali muskaan jo har koi jaanta tha.



Andar pahunchte hi maa ne gale lagaya, “Beta aa gayi? Mandir mein sab theek tha na?” Srivalli ne sir hila diya, “Haan maa ji… bahut shanti mili.” Pushpa garden se andar aaya, uske chehre par khushi thi. “Rani… kitni sundar lag rahi ho aaj. Bhagwan ne zaroor hamari dua sun li hogi.” Usne Srivalli ka haath pakad liya aur usko apne se chipka liya. Srivalli ne muskurate hue uske gaal par kiss kiya, lekin andar se uski chut se ek aur boond cum nikal kar panty mein fail gaya.

Kaveri bhi wahan thi. Uski aankhein thodi si thaki hui thi, lekin woh bhi normal ban rahi thi. “Bhabhi… aap theek ho na?” Srivalli ne uske sar par haath pher diya, “Haan beta… tu bhi theek hai na?”
Sab log drawing room mein baith gaye. Pushpa ne apne naye plans ke baare mein baat ki. Srivalli sabko chai serve karti rahi, muskurati rahi, lekin har baar jab woh jhukti, uski chut se thoda sa cum leak hota aur usko lagta jaise sabko pata chal jayega. Uski thighs thodi si geeli thi. Woh baar-baar pallu seeche se adjust karti.
“Main fresh ho kar aati hoon,” usne finally kaha aur apne bedroom ki taraf chali gayi. Bathroom mein pahunch kar usne darwaza band kiya aur mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Uski aankhein laal thi. Usne saree ka pallu hataaya, petticoat neeche kiya aur panty utari.
“Ufff…” ek halki si saans nikal gayi. Uski chut abhi bhi thodi si swollen thi. Jolly ka thick white cum andar se nikal raha tha – uski ungliyon par chipak raha tha. Woh tissue le kar zor-zor se saaf karne lagi. Har touch par dard aur maza ka milan usko yaad dilata tha. “Jolly… tu ne phir se kar diya… aur main… main khud ride kar rahi thi uske lund par…”
Aansu behne lage. Woh floor par baith gayi, knees ko seene se chipka kar, aur zor-zor se ro padi. “Kya kar rahi hoon main? Pushpa ji itne pyar se mujhe dekh rahe hain… aur main… main unke dushman ke lund par masti kar rahi thi? Jolly ne jo kaha… kya woh sach hai? Pushpa ji ne mujhe kabhi protect nahi kiya? Woh jail mein the… maine unke liye sab seh liya… lekin kya woh sach mein kamzor hain?”
Usne tissue ko chut ke andar tak daal kar saaf kiya. Cum bahut zyada tha – uski ungliyan geeli ho gayi. Uski chut abhi bhi thodi geeli thi, Jolly ke lund ki yaad se. “Nahin… yeh galat hai… main Pushpa ji ki hoon… sirf unki…” lekin saath hi Jolly ke words repeat ho rahe the – “Woh chutiya sirf naam ka pati hai…”
Bahut der baad woh bahar nikli. Kapde badal kar simple salwar-kameez pehen li. Chehra dhoya, aankhein ponchi, aur muskurate hue bahar aayi. Dinner table par sab log baith gaye. Pushpa uske paas baitha tha, uska haath pakad kar baatein kar raha tha. Srivalli sabko serve karti rahi, hans ti rahi, lekin andar se toofan chal raha tha.



Raat ko bedroom mein jab Pushpa so gaya, Srivalli uske paas let gayi. Usne apna haath apne pet par rakh diya. Chut abhi bhi halki si geeli thi. Jolly ke words phir se aa gaye. Uski aankhein phir se bhar aayi.

“Pushpa ji…” usne dheere se whisper kiya, “aap mujhe hamesha protect karoge na?”
Pushpa neend mein tha. Srivalli ne apni aankhein band kar li, lekin neend nahi aane wali thi. Jolly ka beej uske dimag mein ugne laga tha.

Pushpa Raj subah jaldi uth chuka tha. Uski gaadi bahar ready thi, driver wait kar raha tha. Haveli ke drawing room mein woh Srivalli ke saamne khada tha, uske haath pakad kar. “Rani… main chand din ke liye apne sandalwood business ko settle karne ja raha hoon. Purane contacts se milna hai, naye deals final karne hain. Tu ghar ka khayal rakhna. Kaveri aur maa ji ka bhi.”

Srivalli ne muskurate hue uske gaal par kiss kiya. Uski pink lips Pushpa ke chehre par lage, lekin uski aankhein door thi. “Ji Pushpa ji… aap tension mat lijiye. Main sab sambhal lungi. Jaldi wapas aaiyega.” Usne uske kandhe par haath rakh kar usko gale lagaya. Pushpa ne uske sar par haath pher diya aur gaadi mein baith kar nikal gaya. Gaadi gate se bahar nikalte hi Srivalli ka chehra badal gaya.
Woh bedroom mein chali gayi, darwaza band kiya aur bed par baith gayi. Uski chut abhi bhi halki si geeli thi – kal raat Jolly ke creampie ki yaad abhi bhi andar jal rahi thi. Usne phone uthaya. Jolly ke last words uske dimag mein ghum rahe the – “Pushpa chutiya sirf naam ka pati hai… main tera asli rakshak hoon… use accha toh main hun jo hai so hai…”
Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi. Usne message type kiya aur bhej diya:
Srivalli: I want to meet.
Jolly ka reply turant aaya:
Jolly: Thik hai… bungalow pe aa ja. Main wait kar raha hoon.
Srivalli ne phone side mein rakh diya. Uski saans tez ho gayi. Kya kar rahi hoon main? Pushpa ji abhi-abhi gaye hain… aur main unke dushman ke bungalow ja rahi hoon? Lekin… woh jo keh raha tha… kya woh sach hai? Kya Pushpa ji sach mein mujhe protect nahi kar sake?
Usne almari kholi. Aaj koi routine nahi thi. Usne ek simple lekin seductive black saree nikali – thin georgette, low-neck blouse, aur pallu jo uski curvy body ko perfectly highlight karta tha. Usne saree lapeti, blouse ke hooks band kiye, pallu ko left shoulder par daala. Baal khule chhod diye, thoda sa kajal, sindoor, aur light lipstick. Mirror mein dekha toh woh khud ko dekh kar soch rahi thi – Yeh body… yeh beauty… sab log iska fayda uthate hain… kya main bhi iska fayda utha sakti hoon?
Usne car ki chaabi uthayi, maa ko bol diya “thoda market ja rahi hoon”, aur ghar se nikal gayi. Drive karte hue uske dimag mein sirf ek hi baat thi – protector. Agar Pushpa ji nahi… toh kya Jolly mera protector ban sakta hai? Ya… kuch aur?
Jolly ka bungalow jungle ke andar tha – ek modern luxury villa, high walls, private. Srivalli gaadi andar le gayi. Jolly bahar hi khada tha, designer shirt mein, confident smile ke saath. Usne gaadi ka door khola aur Srivalli ko bahar nikaala.



Tu aa gayi… main jaanta tha tu aayegi,” Jolly ne dheere se bola aur usko andar le gaya.

Living room mein pahunch kar Srivalli seedhe point par aayi. Uski awaaz mein gussa aur dar dono tha. “Jolly… bata… agar Pushpa nahi… toh kya tu mera protector ban sakta hai? Sach bata… main ab confuse hoon. Kal tu ne jo kaha… woh baar-baar mere dimag mein aa raha hai.”
Jolly ne usko sofa par baithaya. Usne uske paas baith kar uske haath pakad liye. Uski awaaz gehri aur convincing thi.
“Corrupt world hai yeh Srivalli. Yahan koi kisi ko protect nahi karta… sab apna fayda dekhte hain. Main tera backbone ban sakta hoon… tera asli protector. Lekin kyun sirf protector? Kyun tu queen nahi ban sakti? Teri beauty… teri body… yeh sab weapon hai. Sab mard iska against tujhe use kar rahe hain – Dave, Rudra, main… sab. Ab tu isko unke against use kar. Arab Prince ka number tere paas hai na? Woh tujhe marry karna chahta tha… ya help ke liye call karne ko bola tha. Adamath… woh bhi tera contact hai. Agar tu usko apni body de degi toh woh hamesha tera support karega. Har mard teri taraf lured hai… teri body lucrative hai… isko weapon bana. Tu queen ban ja. Main tera backbone ban jaunga… lekin tu rule karegi. Pushpa sirf naam ka raja hai… tu asli rani ban sakti hai.”
Srivalli chup-chaap sun rahi thi. Uski aankhein door thi. Usne apne phone mein Arab Prince ka number dekha – woh message abhi bhi saved tha: “If you ever need anything, call me. I can make you my queen.” Adamath ka bhi – “Your body is my weakness… anytime you want power, I’m here.”
Uski chut mein ek halki si current daud gayi. Sach hai… sab mard meri taraf dekhte hain. Meri body… yeh sabko control karti hai. Agar main isko use karun… toh kya main queen ban sakti hoon? Pushpa ji… woh toh sirf sapne dekhte hain… main asli power haath mein le sakti hoon.
Uski saans tez ho gayi. Woh Jolly ki taraf dekhi – uski aankhon mein ab gussa kam tha, soch zyada thi.
Jolly ne uske haath ko aur tight pakad liya aur muskuraya. “Soch le Srivalli… queen banne ka mauka hai yeh. Main sirf tera backbone hoon… baaki power teri hai.”
Srivalli ne kuch nahi bola. Sirf sochti rahi. Bahar se woh shant thi… lekin andar se ek naya faisla ugne laga tha.



Srivalli ne kuch nahi kaha.

Woh sofa par baithi rahi, aankhein neeche, haath god mein. Jolly ke words uske dimag mein ghum rahe the – “Queen ban ja… teri beauty weapon hai… Arab Prince, Adamath… sab mard teri taraf lured hain… main tera backbone ban jaunga… Pushpa sirf naam ka pati hai…”
Uski saans tez ho chuki thi. Uski chut abhi bhi halki si geeli thi, kal raat ka creampie abhi bhi andar mehsoos ho raha tha. Usne apna pallu aur tight se lapet liya, cleavage chhupaya, aur dheere se uth khadi ho gayi. Uski aankhein Jolly se mili, lekin usne ek shabd bhi nahi bola. Sirf ek gehri nazar daali – confusion, gussa, soch, aur ek chhoti si dar ki jhalak.
Jolly ne kuch nahi roka. Woh jaanta tha – ab bolne ka time nahi tha. Seed already plant ho chuka tha. Woh sirf muskuraya aur uth kar darwaze tak uske saath chala.
Srivalli bahar nikli. Uski black saree dhoop mein chamak rahi thi, gaand ka shape saaf dikhai de raha tha, boobs saans ke saath upar-neeche ho rahe the. Woh apni gaadi mein baith gayi, engine start kiya, aur bina ek baar peeche mud kar dekhe bungalow se nikal gayi. Gaadi jungle ki sadak par tez chal rahi thi.
Andar se uska dimag ek toofan tha.
Kya kar rahi hoon main? Pushpa ji abhi business settle karne gaye hain… aur main unke dushman ke bungalow se aa rahi hoon? Jolly ne jo kaha… woh sach lag raha hai. Arab Prince ka message… “If you ever need anything, call me.” Adamath… woh bhi hamesha ready rehta hai. Meri body… yeh sabko control karti hai. Kya main sach mein queen ban sakti hoon? Pushpa ji… woh toh sirf sapne dekhte hain… empire wapas banana chahte hain… lekin mujhe protect karne mein kabhi strong nahi dikhe. Jail mein the… gunde mujhe utha kar le gaye the… Jolly aaya tha. Dave ke deal mein bhi… maine hi sab seh liya tha unke liye.
Uski aankhein aansuon se bhar aayi. Usne steering wheel ko zor se pakad liya. Lekin yeh galat hai… main Pushpa ji ki patni hoon… unki rani hoon… main unke liye sab kuch karti hoon. Phir bhi… Jolly ka lund… kal raat main khud us par ride kar rahi thi… maza aa raha tha… kyun? Kya main sach mein itni kamzor hoon?
Gaadi haveli ki taraf badh rahi thi. Srivalli chup-chaap sochti rahi. Uski chut abhi bhi thodi geeli thi, Jolly ke words aur kal raat ki yaadein usko andar se hila rahi thi. Woh confuse thi – gussa tha, guilt tha, lekin ek naya soch bhi ug raha tha. Queen… backbone… beauty as weapon… kya yeh sach mein possible hai?




Jolly bungalow ke drawing room mein khada tha. Usne Srivalli ki gaadi jaate hue dekha. Uski muskaan gehri thi. Woh jaanta tha – usne jo beej boya tha, woh ugne laga tha. Ab sirf thoda sa time aur paani chahiye tha.

Usne phone uthaya aur apne father – CM Rudra Reddy – ko call kiya. Phone second ring par uth gaya.
“Beta Jolly… kya scene hai?” Rudra ki authoritative awaaz aayi.
Jolly zor se hans diya. Uski hansi mein confidence aur darkness dono tha. “Pita ji… soon Pushpa ki rani hamari hogi. Main ne aaj uske dimag mein doubt ka beej bo diya hai. Woh confuse hai… soch rahi hai. Uske paas Arab Prince aur Adamath ke numbers hain… uski beauty usko queen bana sakti hai. Aur hum usko use karke Pushpa ka saara business khinch lenge. Uski body, uska pativrata image, uska sab kuch… sab hamara ho jayega. Pushpa ko sirf naam ka raja rakh denge… asli power humare haath mein.”
Rudra bhi zor se hans pada. Dono baap-bete ki hansi phone par goonj rahi thi – dark, victorious, greedy.
“Bahut achha beta… bahut achha. Srivalli jaise rani ko agar hum apna bana liye… toh Pushpa ka empire khud-ba-khud hamara ho jayega. Tu usko sambhal… main baaki political cover de dunga. Jaldi se kaam pura kar. Woh randi ab hamari hone wali hai.”
Jolly ne phone kaatne se pehle ek aur baar hans diya. “Haan pita ji… soon… very soon.”
Phone band karte hi usne balcony par jaakar cigarette sulgaai. Uski aankhein door jungle ki taraf thi, jahan Srivalli ki gaadi abhi gayab ho chuki thi.
“Ja meri rani… soch… confuse ho… lekin tu wapas aayegi. Aur is baar tu khud queen banegi… hamari queen.”
Uski muskaan abhi bhi chehre par thi. Game ab aur gehra hone wala tha.

[Joker44]

Srivalli ki gaadi haveli ke bade gate par ruk gayi. Security guard ne muskurate hue salute kiya aur gate khol diya. Usne gaadi andar park ki aur engine off kar diya. Bahar se sab kuch bilkul normal tha – shaam ki halki dhoop, garden mein phool khile hue, maa ji kitchen se khane ki khushboo aa rahi thi. Lekin Srivalli ke andar ek bada sa toofan chal raha tha.


Woh gaadi se utri. Uski black georgette saree ab thodi si creased thi, pallu ko usne bahut tight se seene par lapeta hua tha. Uski chut abhi bhi halki si geeli aur sensitive thi – Jolly ke bungalow mein jo hua tha, uska thick cum abhi bhi andar se dheere-dheere leak ho raha tha. Har kadam par usko mehsoos ho raha tha jaise uski body abhi bhi uske lund par sawar ho rahi ho.

“Beta aa gayi?” Maa ji ne darwaze par khade hokar gale lagaya. “Mandir se market tak kitna time laga? Thak gayi hogi na?”

Srivalli ne muskurane ki puri koshish ki. Uski muskaan perfect thi – wohi pativrata rani wali muskaan jo har koi jaanta tha. “Haan maa ji… thoda zyada traffic tha. Sab theek hai.” Usne maa ji ke sar par haath pher diya aur andar chali gayi.

Drawing room mein Pushpa abhi bhi nahi aaya tha – woh apne business meeting se late tha. Kaveri kitchen mein maa ji ki madad kar rahi thi. Srivalli ne un dono ko dekha aur normal awaaz mein bola, “Main fresh ho kar aati hoon… bahut thak gayi hoon aaj.”

Kaveri ne uski taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein thodi si chinta thi, lekin usne kuch nahi poocha. Srivalli seedhe apne bedroom ki taraf chali gayi, darwaza band kiya aur bathroom mein ghus gayi.

Bathroom ka door band karte hi usne saans roki. Mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Uski aankhein laal thi, chehra paseene aur thakaan se tar. Usne saree ka pallu ek jhatke se hata diya. Blouse ke hooks khol diye. Dono bade, gol boobs bahar aa gaye – nipples abhi bhi thode hard the. Phir petticoat ki naada kholi aur saree neeche gir gayi.



Uski panty poori tarah geeli thi. Jolly ka thick white cum abhi bhi chut se bahar nikal raha tha. Usne panty neeche utari aur sink ke paas khadi ho gayi. Tissue paper le kar zor-zor se saaf karne lagi. Har touch par dard aur maza ka milan usko yaad dilata tha.

“Aaaahhh…” ek halki si saans uske muh se nikal gayi. Tissue par cum ke white streaks aa rahe the. Woh zor se saaf karti rahi, lekin har baar usko lag raha tha jaise Jolly abhi bhi uske andar hai.

Aansu behne lage. Woh floor par baith gayi, knees ko seene se chipka kar, aur zor-zor se ro padi.

“Kya kar rahi hoon main? Pushpa ji itne pyar se mujhe dekh rahe hain… unke liye maine itna sab seh liya… aur ab… ab main unke dushman ke bungalow se aa rahi hoon? Jolly ne jo kaha… woh baar-baar mere dimag mein aa raha hai. Pushpa ji ne mujhe kabhi protect nahi kiya… woh jail mein the… gunde mujhe utha kar le gaye the… Jolly aaya tha. Dave ke deal mein bhi… maine hi sab seh liya unke liye. Kya woh sach mein kamzor hain?”

Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi. Usne mirror ki taraf dekha. Uski curvy body – bade boobs, patli kamar, badi gaand – sab kuch chamak raha tha. Usne apne aap ko dekha aur dheere se bola, “Yeh body… yeh beauty… sab log iska fayda uthate hain. Dave, Rudra, Jolly… sab. Kya main bhi iska fayda utha sakti hoon? Kya main queen ban sakti hoon?”

Woh uth khadi ho gayi. Aansu ponchhe. Uski aankhon mein ab ek naya fire tha.

“Main ab hopeless aurat nahi rahungi. Agar duniya corrupt hai… toh main bhi queen banungi. Pushpa ji ke liye maine bahut seh liya… ab main apne liye kuch karungi. Apni power ke liye.”

Usne phone uthaya. Haath kaanp rahe the. Usne message type kiya aur Jolly ko bhej diya:

**Srivalli:** I think I’m agreeing to this. How can you make me queen?

Message bhej kar usne phone side mein rakh diya. Phir woh bedroom mein aayi. Pushpa abhi bhi nahi aaya tha. Woh bed par let gayi aur ceiling ki taraf dekhti rahi.

Uske dimag mein sirf ek hi baat thi – *Queen… backbone… beauty as weapon… agar yeh sach hai toh main yeh mauka nahi chhodungi. Pushpa ji… aap mujhe maaf kar dena… lekin main ab sirf pativrata rani nahi rahungi.*

Bahut der baad Pushpa ghar aaya. Woh thaka hua tha lekin khush tha. Srivalli ne usko gale lagaya, uske liye chai banayi, sab normal tha. Lekin jab woh Pushpa ke paas leti, uski aankhein door thi.

Pushpa ne uske sar par haath pherte hue kaha, “Rani… tu theek toh hai na? Aaj bahut thaki hui lag rahi hai.”

Srivalli ne muskurate hue uske gaal par kiss kiya. “Haan Pushpa ji… bas thakawat hai. Aap so jaiye… main hoon na aapke saath.”

Pushpa so gaya. Srivalli uske paas leti rahi, lekin uski aankhein band nahi hui. Uski chut abhi bhi halki si geeli thi. Jolly ke words aur uska naya faisla dono uske andar chal rahe the.

*Main ab queen banungi… chahe jo bhi ho.*




Srivalli ne gaadi bungalow ke andar park ki. Uski black georgette saree abhi bhi mandir wali thi, pallu ko usne bahut tight se seene par lapeta hua tha. Uski saans tez thi, haath steering par kaanp rahe the. *Kya kar rahi hoon main? Pushpa ji business ke liye bahar gaye hain aur main unke dushman ke bungalow mein aa gayi hoon? Lekin… yeh soch… yeh power… yeh queen banne ka mauka… kya yeh galat hai?*

Usne gaadi ka darwaza khola aur bahar nikli. Jolly bahar hi khada tha – designer shirt mein, confident smile ke saath. Usne usko dekhte hi haath badhaya. “Aa ja Srivalli… andar aa. Main wait kar raha tha.”



Srivalli ne kuch nahi bola. Woh chup-chaap andar chali gayi. Living room mein pahunch kar woh sofa par baith gayi. Pallu ko aur tight se lapet liya, aankhein neeche. Jolly uske saamne baith gaya. Kamre mein sirf un dono ki saansen sunai de rahi thi.

Jolly ne dheere se shuru kiya, “Srivalli… tu ne soch liya hai na? Main tujhe queen bana sakta hoon. Lekin iske liye step by step kaam karna hoga. Pehle tu Pushpa ke barabar power mein aayegi.”

Srivalli ne aankhein uthayi. Uski awaaz halki aur emotional thi, bilkul jaise woh hamesha bolti thi, “Jolly… yeh sab… yeh sab galat toh nahi hai na? Main Pushpa ji ki patni hoon… unke liye maine itna sab seh liya… ab main unke against ja rahi hoon kya?”

Jolly ne muskurate hue uske haath pakad liye. “Nahin Srivalli… yeh unke against nahi hai. Yeh tere liye hai. Pehle step – tu MLA banegi. Pushpa ke barabar power. MLA ticket ke liye tuhe CM Rudra ko khush karna hoga. Private meeting… bas ek baar usko apni worth dikha dena. Ticket mil jayegi. Phir election… tu apni beauty aur contacts ka use karegi. Arab Prince, Adamath – sab tujhe support karenge. Log teri taraf attracted hain… tu unko apne against use kar legi.”

Srivalli ne saans roki. Uski aankhein nam ho gayi. “MLA…? Rudra uncle ko… khush karna hoga? Matlab… main unke saamne… jaise pehle…?” Uski awaaz mein sharm aur gussa dono tha.

Jolly ne uske haath ko aur tight pakad liya. “Haan… bas ek baar. Uske baad tu MLA ban jayegi. Phir campaign… Pushpa ke paise se hi campaign karengi tu. Woh khud nahi jaanega ki uska paisa uski rani ko queen bana raha hai. Election jeetne ke baad tu Cabinet Minister ban sakti hai. Rudra bolega – ‘MLA toh ban gayi… ab cabinet mein aane ke liye apni worth prove kar.’ Wahan bhi tuhe apni body ka use karna hoga… lekin is baar tu queen banegi. Sab mard tere control mein honge. Tu rule karegi Srivalli… main sirf tera backbone banunga.”

Srivalli ne bahut der tak chup rahi. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi. Woh soch rahi thi – Pushpa ji ke sapne, unka pyar, unki kamzori… aur phir apni body ka power. “Jolly… yeh sab sun kar mujhe dar lag raha hai. Main… main pativrata patni hoon… lekin jo tu keh raha hai… woh sach lag raha hai. Meri body… log iska fayda uthate hain. Kya main bhi iska fayda utha sakti hoon? Kya main queen ban sakti hoon?”

Jolly ne uske gaal par haath pher diya. “Haan Srivalli… tu ban sakti hai. Pehle Rudra ko khush kar… ticket mil jayegi. Phir election. Phir cabinet. Har step par main tere saath hoon. Tu sirf apni beauty ko weapon bana… baaki main sambhal lunga.”

Srivalli ne aankhein band kar li. Uski saans tez ho gayi. Bahut der tak woh chup rahi. Phir dheere se boli, “Theek hai Jolly… main yeh try karungi. Lekin yaad rakh… main sirf Pushpa ji ke liye nahi… ab main apne liye bhi kar rahi hoon. Agar yeh sab galat nikla… toh main kabhi wapas nahi aaungi.”


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Jolly ne muskuraya. Uski aankhon mein ek gehra satisfaction tha. “Tu queen banegi Srivalli… aur main tera backbone. Ab bas pehla step – Rudra se milna.”

Srivalli uth khadi ho gayi. Uski saree abhi bhi perfect thi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek naya fire tha. Woh bahar nikli, gaadi mein baith gayi aur haveli ki taraf chal padi.

Andar se woh abhi bhi confuse thi… lekin ab usmein ek naya faisla bhi tha. *Main ab hopeless nahi rahungi… main queen banungi.*


Srivalli sofa par baithi thi. Uski black georgette saree abhi bhi mandir wali thi, pallu ko usne bahut tight se seene par lapeta hua tha. Uski saans tez thi, aankhein neeche. Jolly ke saare words uske dimag mein ghum rahe the – MLA, Rudra ko khush karna, cabinet, queen banne ka mauka. Uski chut abhi bhi halki si geeli thi, kal raat ki yaad abhi bhi andar mehsoos ho rahi thi.



Jolly uske paas hi baitha tha. Usne dheere se uske haath pakad liye aur muskurate hue bola, “Srivalli… Rudra toh mera baap hai. Pehla step uske paas jaane se pehle hum dono se shuru karte hain. Main tera support hoon… tera backbone. Tu queen banegi toh main tere saath hi rahunga. Pehle mujhe apni worth dikha de… phir baaki sab theek ho jayega.”

Srivalli ne uski taraf dekha. Uski aankhein ek pal ke liye chup rahi. Phir uske hothon par ek halki si muskaan aa gayi – wohi muskaan jo pehle usko dekh kar Jolly pagal ho jata tha. Uski awaaz halki aur natural thi, bilkul jaise woh hamesha bolti thi, “Haan… theek hai Jolly. Main samajh gayi hoon. Yeh mera naya safar hai… main ismein sab kuch dungi.”

Jolly ka chehra chamak utha. Usne uska haath aur tight pakad liya aur uth khada hua. “Aa… room mein chalte hain. Wahan sab kuch theek se baat kar lenge.”

Srivalli ne sir hila diya. Woh uthi aur Jolly ke peeche-peeche bedroom ki taraf chali gayi. Andar se uska dimag ek toofan tha. *Yeh shuruaat hai… mera naya safar. Main ab hopeless aurat nahi rahungi. Pushpa ji ke liye maine bahut seh liya… ab main apne liye bhi kuch karungi. Queen banungi… aur ismein jo bhi dena padega… main dungi. Sab kuch.*

Room mein pahunch kar Jolly ne darwaza band kiya. Uski aankhon mein woh purana hunger aur naya confidence dono tha. Srivalli ne uski taraf dekha. Uski saans tez ho gayi. Woh dheere se uske paas badhi aur dono haathon se uske chehre ko pakad liya. Usne apne hoth Jolly ke hothon par rakh diye – passionate, gehra kiss. Uski jeebh uski jeebh se takrati hui, uske hoth ko zor se chus rahi thi.

“Mmm…” Srivalli ke muh se halki si moan nikal gayi. Kiss aur gehra ho gaya. Jolly ne uski kamar pakad li aur usko apne se chipka liya. Srivalli ki badi gaand uske haathon mein dab rahi thi. Kiss ke beech mein woh dheere se boli, “Jolly… yeh mera naya safar hai… main sab kuch dungi… lekin tu bhi mera support rakhna.”



Jolly ne uske hoth chhod kar uske neck par kiss kiya. Srivalli ne uske shirt ke buttons kholne shuru kiye. Usne shirt utar di aur Jolly ki solid chest par haath pherne lagi. Phir woh neeche jhuk gayi. Usne Jolly ki belt kholi, zip neeche ki aur uska mota, laal lund bahar nikaal diya. Lund pehle se hi sakht tha, top par se thoda sa pre-cum chamak raha tha.

Srivalli ne usko dono haathon mein pakad liya. Uski aankhein upar ki taraf dekhi – gusse aur masti ka milan. “Yeh… yeh mera naya safar hai…” usne dheere se bola aur muh khol kar lund ke top ko apne hothon se chus liya.

“Mmm… ahhh…” Srivalli ke muh se moan sound nikal gayi. Woh dheere-dheere lund ko muh mein le rahi thi. Pehle sirf top, phir dheere se gehra. Uski jeebh lund ke neeche ghum rahi thi, usko chus rahi thi. “Mmm… mmmphhh…” uske muh se wet, slurping sounds aa rahe the. Woh ab full masti mein thi – upar-neeche sar hilati hui, lund ko gale tak le ja rahi thi.



Jolly ne uske baal pakad liye aur dheere se uska sar guide karne laga. “Haan Srivalli… aise hi… teri muh ki garmai bahut achhi lag rahi hai… tu ab queen banne ki taraf badh rahi hai…”

Srivalli ne aur gehra le liya. Uski aankhein aansuon se bhari hui thi lekin masti bhi thi. “Mmmphhh… ahhh… mmm…” uske muh se continuous moan sounds nikal rahe the. Uski jeebh tez- tez ghum rahi thi, hoth lund ko tight se pakad rahe the. Woh ab zor-zor se chus rahi thi, gaal andar dhase hue, lund ko pura taste kar rahi thi.

Bahut der tak woh aise hi chusti rahi. Uski saans tez ho chuki thi, chut abhi bhi geeli ho rahi thi. Jolly ki saansen bhi tez ho gayi thi. “Srivalli… bahut achha… tu abhi bhi itni expert hai… aaaahhh…”

Srivalli ne speed badha di. Uski muh ki wet sounds kamre mein goonj rahi thi. “Mmm… mmmphhh… ahhh…” woh zor-zor se chus rahi thi, lund ko gale tak le ja rahi thi. Jolly ka lund phadakne laga.

“Aaaahhh… Srivalli… aa raha hai…” Jolly ne uske baal pakad kar zor se dhakel diya.

Srivalli ne muh nahi hataya. Uski aankhein band thi. Jolly ka thick cum zor-zor se uske muh mein bharne laga. “Mmmphhh… gulp… mmm…” usne pura maal swallow kar liya. Thoda sa cum uske hothon ke kinare se bahar nikal aaya. Woh neeche tak chus rahi thi, last drop tak.



Jolly thak kar bed par let gaya. Srivalli ne muh se lund nikaala, hoth ponchhe aur uske paas let gayi. Uski saans tez thi. Uski aankhein abhi bhi nam thi.

“Jolly… yeh mera naya safar hai… main ismein sab kuch dungi… lekin tu mera support rakhna.”

Jolly ne uske sar par haath pher diya aur muskuraya. “Main hamesha tere saath hoon Srivalli… tu queen banegi… aur main tera backbone.”

Srivalli ne aankhein band kar li. Uski body abhi bhi thar rahi thi. Andar se woh soch rahi thi – *Yeh shuruaat hai… main ab nahi rukungi. Queen banungi… chahe jo bhi ho.*

Srivalli ghar pahunchi toh shaam hone wali thi. Haveli ke bade darwaze se andar aate hi usne apni black georgette saree ko theek kiya. Pallu ko bahut tight se seene par lapet liya taaki koi nishaan na dikhe. Uski chut abhi bhi thodi geeli thi – Jolly ke bungalow mein jo hua tha, uski yaad abhi bhi andar mehsoos ho rahi thi. Har kadam par usko lag raha tha jaise uski body abhi bhi uske control mein nahi hai.

Pushpa garden mein baitha tha. Uska chehra thaka hua tha lekin khush tha. Business meeting se wapas aaya tha. Jab usne Srivalli ko dekha toh muskuraya aur haath badhaya. “Rani… aa gayi? Aaj bahut der kar di. Kya baat hai?”

Srivalli ne uske paas jaakar uske gale lag liya. Uski badi boobs uske seene se dab gaye. Uski awaaz halki aur pyar bhari thi, bilkul jaise woh hamesha bolti thi, “Pushpa ji… aap theek ho na? Main soch rahi thi aapke business ke baare mein. Aapko bahar jaana pad raha hai, meetings, contacts… lekin ghar par bhi kuch strong support chahiye na?”

Pushpa ne uske sar par haath pher diya. “Haan rani… business wapas khada karne ke liye bahut mehnat kar raha hoon. Lekin tu tension mat le. Tu toh meri rani hai… sab theek ho jayega.”



Srivalli ne uske se alag hokar uske saamne baith gayi. Uski aankhein nam thi. Uski awaaz mein ab ek naya confidence tha, lekin andar se guilt bhi jal raha tha. “Pushpa ji… aap suniye toh. Aaj kal politics bahut important ho gaya hai business ke liye. Ministers, MLAs, sab kuch andar se support karte hain toh hi aage badh sakte hain. Main soch rahi thi… agar main bhi politics mein aa jaun toh? MLA ban jaun? Aapke business ke liye bhi madad milegi… aur hum dono saath mein empire aur power dono sambhal lenge.”

Pushpa shocked reh gaya. Usne uski taraf dekha. “Rani… tu politics mein? MLA? Yeh kya baat kar rahi hai? Tu meri patni hai… pativrata rani. Yeh sab tamasha kyun?”

Srivalli ne uske haath pakad liye. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi. Uski awaaz mein pyar aur mazbooti dono thi, “Pushpa ji… aap samajhiye. Duniya badal gayi hai. Aap jail mein the… maine bahar se ministers se madad maangi thi. Ab agar main khud MLA ban jaun toh koi humein hata nahi sakta. Aapke business ko bhi political support milega. Main sirf aapke liye kar rahi hoon… humare family ke liye. Aapko sirf paisa dena hai campaign ke liye… ticket, posters, sab kuch. Baaki main sambhal lungi.”

Pushpa ne bahut der tak usko dekha. Uski aankhon mein pyaar tha, lekin shak bhi tha. “Rani… tu itna sab kar legi? Politics mein bahut gande log hote hain. Tu akeli kaise sambhalegi?”

Srivalli ne uske gaal par haath rakh diya. Uski aankhein aansuon se bhari hui thi. “Pushpa ji… aap mujhe itna pyar dete ho… main aapke liye kuch bhi kar sakti hoon. Aapne mujhe hamesha strong banaya hai. Ab bas aap mujhe support kijiye. Paisa… full fund… main sab sambhal lungi. Hum dono saath mein rahenge… aap business sambhalo, main politics. Hamara empire aur bada ho jayega.”

Pushpa ne saans li. Uski patni itni serious thi. Usko Srivalli par poora bharosa tha. Woh jaanta tha ki woh uske liye kuch bhi kar sakti hai. “Theek hai rani… agar tu itna chahti hai toh main tujhe full support dunga. Crores jitna paisa chahiye… campaign, ticket, sab kuch. Tu meri rani hai… jo tu chahe woh main karunga.”

Srivalli ne usko gale laga liya. Uski aankhein band thi. Andar se guilt ka toofan uth raha tha. *Pushpa ji… aap itna pyar karte ho… aur main aapke paiso se apni queen banne ja rahi hoon. Rudra uncle ko khush karne ja rahi hoon… lekin yeh sab aapke liye hi hai… shayad.*

Woh Pushpa ke kandhe par sir rakh kar let gayi. Bahar se woh perfect pativrata patni thi… lekin andar se ek naya chapter shuru ho chuka tha.

Pushpa ne uske sar par haath pherte hue kaha, “Tu meri strength hai Srivalli. Jo tu chahe… main tere saath hoon.”

Srivalli ne muskuraya. Lekin uski aankhon mein ek naya sapna tha – queen banne ka.

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Raat ke 12 bajne wale the. Haveli ke master bedroom mein pankhe ki halki sarsarahat ke alawa kuch nahi chal raha tha.

Pushpa ji gehri neend mein so rahe the. Unka ek haath Srivalli ki kamar par pada tha – bhari, garam, jaise yeh haath hi uski poori duniya ko pakde hue ho. Beedi ki halki khushboo ab bhi unke kurte mein thi.

Srivalli ki aankhein khuli thi.

Uske badan par ek patli si safed cotton ki nighty thi, naram, gardan ke neeche kali lace. Kapda uski bhari chhati par tight tha, dono gol boobs ke beech se mangalsutra ki do kali ladiyan nikal kar pet tak jaa rahi thi. Maang mein sindoor ki lal rekha ab bhi saaf padi thi – sone se pehle usne ponchhi nahi thi. Baal khule the, kamar tak, takiyon par bikhre hue. Kaan mein chhote gold nose-pin ki chamak andhere mein kabhi-kabhi dikh jaati.

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Kal wali black georgette ka wazan, kal wale faisle ka wazan, dono us nighty ke upar bhi baithe the.

*Rani… tu meri strength hai. Jo tu chahe… main tere saath hoon.*

Pushpa ji ke shabd ghoom rahe the. Unhone crores ka fund maan liya tha, aur unko pata nahi tha unki pativrata kal unke dushman ke bungalow mein baithi thi. Andar guilt tha, gehra. *Aap so rahe ho, aur main soch rahi hoon ki main CM Rudra ko khush karne jaa rahi hoon. Ticket ke liye. Apne liye.* Dusri taraf bhook thi – *tu queen ban sakti hai… teri beauty ek hathiyaar hai.*

Usne unke maathe par haath phera. Aansu aaye, lekin woh royi nahi. *Main aapko kabhi chhodungi nahi. Lekin ab sirf pativrata rani ban kar nahi rehna chahti. Kal main Jolly se milungi. Apni sharton par. Aankhein khol kar. Aur jo keemat hai… main chukaungi.*

Mangalsutra ke mote-mote moti uski chamri par thande pad rahe the. Itni der tak woh jagti rahi, jab tak aangan mein subah ki pehli chirya nahi bol padi.



Subah haveli mein waisa hi jeevan tha jaise hamesha tha.

Maa ji kitchen mein chai ubal rahi thi. Aangan mein dhoop naram thi. Pushpa ji verandah par baithe the, beedi sulgai, timber ke hisaab-kitaab ek copy mein khule hue.

Srivalli bathroom se nikal kar sheeshe ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Nighty utaar kar usne pehle ek cream color ki satin petticoat bandhi, naada kamar par kas kar, phir blouse uthaya – halka peach color, cotton-silk, sleeves chhote, neck ordinary round nahi tha. Ek patli si V-cut thi, itni gehri nahi ki ghar mein maa ji kuch kahein, lekin itni ki mangalsutra ki ladiyan cleavage ki shuruaat par baith jaayein. Usne hooks peeche se lagaye. Blouse uske bade, bhaari boobs ko uthata hua tight baith gaya. Do hook neeche se thode kase hue the – saans lene par blouse ki gold-piping wali border thodi si uth jaati.

Phir usne saree nikali.

Halki peach color ki cotton-silk, patli si gold zari ki line kinare par, roz wali, ghar wali, pativrata rani wali. Usne pleats sajaye, pallu ko baaye kandhe se laakar seene par lapeta, itna tight ki koi bhi dekh kar yahi kahe – yeh aurat sirf apne ghar aur apne pati ki hai. Kaan mein chhote gold jhumke, haath mein teen patli gold choodiyan aur do kaanch ki peach bangles, maang mein taaza sindoor, maathe par chhoti maroon bindi, pair mein patli payal nahi, sirf chhote gold toe-rings. Baal usne ek saaf se bun mein baandhe, do-teen baal kanpatti par nikal aaye. Gale mein sirf mangalsutra – koi extra haar nahi. Gardan par usne halka sa mogra attar lagaya, bas itna ki paas aane par phool ki khushboo aaye, baaki kuch nahi.

Sheeshe mein jo aurat thi, woh isi haveli ki rani thi. Sharif. Shaant. Saji hui.



*Bas aaj subah tak. Iske baad… dekha jaayega.*

Woh kitchen se garam chai ka tray le kar aayi aur Pushpa ji ke saamne rakh diya. Pallu seene par theek tha, jhumke chalte hue halka sa baj rahe the.

“Lo Pushpa ji… pehle chai pee lijiye. Thandi ho jaayegi, phir copy dekhiyega.”

Pushpa hans pade. “Rani… tu roz yahi kehti hai.” Unhone ek ghoont liya. Nazar uske peach pallu par, phir chehre par ruki. “Aaj aur bhi sundar lag rahi hai tu. Kal raat wali baat… agar tu sach mein MLA ban jaaye, toh hamare kaam ko cover mil jaayega. Tu sure hai na?”

Srivalli ne pallu ko aur ek baar theek kiya. Muskaan usi pativrata rani wali thi jo is haveli ki pehchaan thi. “Haan Pushpa ji. Main sure hoon. Aap tension mat lijiye. Main sambhal lungi.”

Andar uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Unhone “sure” poocha tha. Usne “haan” kahi thi. Yeh pehli haan thi… ghar wali. Asli haan abhi baaki thi.

Tab Kaveri aangan se nikal kar kitchen ki taraf gayi, college bag kandhe par latka hua. Usne maa ji ke haath se tiffin le liya aur Srivalli ki taraf dekha.

“Mami… main chalti hoon. Aaj lectures late chalenge, shaam ko aaungi.”

Srivalli ne uske baal ek baar sahla diye, jaise ghar ki badi hamesha karti hai. “Haan beta, sambhal kar jaana. Kha ke jaana, doodh rakh diya hai.”

Kaveri ne sir hilaaya, maa ji ko pranam kiya, aur gate ki taraf chali gayi.

Pushpa ji uth khade hue. “Main site par jaa raha hoon, rani. Shaam se pehle wapas aane ki koshish karunga. Agar Jolly aaye toh usko keh dena, timber ki files usne jo officers ko dikhani thi, jaldi kar de. Woh ladka sach mein kaam aata hai.”

Srivalli ke hothon par muskaan thodi si tham si gayi, lekin unhone nahi dekha. “Theek hai Pushpa ji. Aap jaaiye… main hoon na.”

Unhone uske maathe par ek halka sa kiss chhodha, bindi ke kareeb, beedi bujhai, aur haveli ke darwaze se nikal gaye. Unki jeep ka shor jab door ho gaya, tab Srivalli ne saans li.

Maa ji kitchen se boli, “Beta, tu bhi rest kar le. Kal se thaki-thaki ghoom rahi hai. Mandir bhi roz-roz nahi jaana padta.”

“Haan maa ji… thoda kaam nikalna hai. Jolly bete se ticket ki kuch baatein karni hain. Jaldi aa jaaungi.”

Usne pallu ko tight kiya, apni chhoti si gold-clasp wali purse uthayi, aur gate ke bahar apni gaadi mein baith gayi. Peach saree gaadi ki seat par phail gayi, pallu god mein aa gaya, usne wapas seene par lapeta. Engine start karte hi uske haath steering par kaanp rahe the. Phone uthaya. Jolly ka chat khola. Bahut der tak type nahi kiya. Phir ek short sa message bhej diya.

Srivalli: Main aa rahi hoon. Aaj clearly baat karni hai.



Jolly ke jungle bungalow tak ka rasta ab naya nahi tha – pedon ke beech kacha-pucca rasta, gate par watchman, wohi drawing room. Is baar farq sirf itna tha ki woh majboori mein nahi aa rahi thi. Woh soch-samajh kar aa rahi thi.

Jolly verandah par khada tha. Dark shirt, sleeves folded, haath mein cigarette. Uski nazar pehle uski peach saree par gayi, phir pallu ke neeche dabi hui cleavage par, phir uske bun par. Ek pal ko uske hothon par wohi gehri muskaan aa gayi.

“Aa gayi meri rani,” usne muskurate hue kaha. “Sochi thi kal raat ke baad tu sochti rahegi. Lekin tu aa gayi. Aaj yeh peach… ghar wali lag rahi hai tu. Andar aa.”

Srivalli ne uske “meri rani” par kuch nahi kaha. Pallu seene par kas kar lapeta, aur andar chali gayi. Sofa par baithi. Aankhein uthayi, is baar neeche nahi rakhi. Jhumke uske kaan ke saath halka se hil rahe the.

“Jolly… kal main confuse thi. Aaj nahi hoon.” Uski awaaz halki thi, lekin saaf. “Main MLA banna chahti hoon. Yeh meri marzi hai. Ticket chahiye. Campaign chahiye. Power chahiye. Main Rudra uncle se milungi. Jo unko ticket ke liye chahiye… main dungi. Aankhein khol kar. Lekin yaad rakh… main teri rakhel banne nahi aa rahi. Tu bole tha, tu backbone banega, malik nahi. Wahi shart hai. Wada todna mat.”



Jolly ka ek eyebrow uth gaya. Cigarette ki raakh usne tray mein jhad di. Woh kareeb baitha, uski cologne mogra attar se mil gayi. Uski muskaan wohi thi jo hamesha jeet ka ehsaas deti thi.

“Yeh awaaz mujhe pasand aayi. Kal tu dar rahi thi, aaj tu maang rahi hai. Pita ji ko khush karna padega. Private meeting. Jo hoga… woh ticket ki keemat hai.”

Srivalli ke gale mein kuch atak sa gaya. Woh jaanti thi iska matlab. Rudra… sattar ke kareeb, wohi aankhein jo kabhi haveli mein uske pallu par ruki thi, wohi mard jiske haath mein Pushpa ji ki bail ke kaagaz the. Yeh koi anjaan andhera nahi tha. Yeh ek saaf sauda tha.

Usne nigah nahi hatayi. “Theek hai. Main tayyar hoon. Kab?”

Jolly ne cigarette bujhai, uth khada hua, aur apni gaadi ki chaabi nikaali. Uski muskaan aur gehri ho gayi.

“Der kis baat ki, Srivalli? Pita ji aaj guesthouse mein hain. Private wing. Interview ke liye time nikal chuka hai. Chalo. Aaj hi milwaata hoon.”

Srivalli ki ungliyan purse ki chain par kaanp rahi thi. Usne unko band kiya, uth kar pallu theek kiya.

“Chalo.”

Gaadi bungalow se nikal kar sheher ke dusre hisse ki taraf bhaagi – CM ke official guesthouse ke peeche, ek chhupa hua private wing, jahan na media jaati thi, na koi file. Peach saree ki gold line dhoop mein chamak rahi thi. Srivalli ne sheeshe mein apna chehra dekha – bindi, sindoor, pativrata ka poora chehra – aur socha, *Yeh look le kar hi jaa rahi hoon. Chhup kar nahi.*

Jolly ne driving ke beech ek nazar uski taraf daali. “Lipstick laga le. Halka sa. Aur pallu itna kas ke mat baandh… pita ji ko pehli nazar mein yeh lagna chahiye ki tu ticket ke layak hai, koi mandir wali aurat nahi.”

Srivalli ne purse se ek maroon lipstick nikaali. Hothon par pheri. Phir pallu ko thoda sa dheela kiya – itna ki blouse ki V-cut aur mangalsutra ki ladiyan seene ki gehraai mein dikhne lagen. Jhumke uske gaal ko chhoo rahe the. Uski saans tez thi, lekin usne sheeshe mein ek baar phir dekha, aur is baar nazar nahi hatayi.

*Yeh meri marzi hai. Yeh mera khel hai.*



CM guesthouse ka private wing ek shaant corridor ke peeche tha. Bahar do security the, nazar neeche – jaise is darwaze ke baahar kuch nahi dekha jaata. Jolly ne Srivalli ko andar le gaya. AC ki thandak, whiskey ki purani khushboo, bhaari curtains, ek bada sofa, ek office desk, deewar par CM ki apni photo.

Rudra kursi par baithe the.

Safed shirt, sleeves fold, gardan par sone ka chhota sa button khula hua, baal safed, chehra wohi authoritative jo posters par hota hai. Umar sattar ke kareeb, lekin aankhein bilkul jaagti hui. Jaise koi shikari apna shikar andaaze se taol raha ho. Uski nazar jab Srivalli par padi, to pehle uske pair se uth kar pallu par ruki, phir blouse ki V-cut par, phir uske hothon ki lipstick par, aur tab jaakar uski aankhon par aayi.

Jolly muskuraya. “Pita ji… Srivalli aa gayi. Ticket ke liye. Khud aayi hai.”

Rudra ne sirf ek ungli uthayi. “Bahar wait kar, Jolly. Pehla interview akela hota hai.”

Jolly ne Srivalli ki taraf ek nazar daali – us nazar mein jeet thi – aur darwaza band kar ke nikal gaya.

Srivalli khadi rahi. Pallu uske haath mein tha. Mangalsutra uski chhati ke beech mein tha. Rudra ne abhi tak uth kar uska swagat nahi kiya tha. Unhone sirf whiskey ka glass ek baar ghumaya, aur kursi se usko oonche se dekha.

“Toh yehi hai… Pushpa ki mashhoor rani.” Unki awaaz bhaari thi, dheemi, jaise koi file padh rahe hon. “Sheher mein log kehte hain pativrata hai. Mandir jaati hai. Pallu aage kheech kar chalti hai. Aur aaj… mere guesthouse mein khadi hai. Ticket maangne.”

Srivalli ne gale mein saans roki, phir boli, awaaz halki lekin tuti nahi. “Haan… main ticket chahti hoon. MLA. Main jaanti hoon iske liye… meri worth dikhani hogi. Main tayyar hoon.”

Rudra hans pade. Hansi mein pyar nahi tha. “Worth. Achha lafz hai. Idhar aa. Desk ke saamne. Seedhe khadi ho.”

Woh aage badhi. Peach saree ke pleats uske pairon ke aas-paas khul rahe the, pallu ki gold line uske seene par ek lakeer ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Rudra apni kursi se uth kar uske chaaron taraf ek dheema daayra sa chalne lage, jaise koi maal ko check kar raha ho, jaise koi property ki registry se pehle deewarein taol raha ho.

“Haath upar kar. Nahi… pallu hata. Sharam ab is kamre mein kisi kaam ki nahi.”



Srivalli ke haath kaanpe. Ek pal ke liye usne socha – *Pushpa ji… maa ji…* Phir usne pallu ko seene se hata kar bagal mein kar diya. Peach blouse ki V-cut ab saamne thi. Dono bade, gol boobs blouse ke kapde mein uth kar bhar rahe the, unke beech mangalsutra ki kali ladiyan cleavage ki gehraai mein baithi hui, moti sone ke pendants chamak rahe the. Blouse ke neeche ek patli si kamar, petticoat ki cream edge, aur uske neeche saree ka kapda uski bhari gaand aur patli ranon par lipat kar baitha tha. Mogra attar ki khushboo ab thodi tez lag rahi thi, saans ke saath.

Rudra ne koi taarif nahi ki. Unhone sirf dekha. Bahut der tak. Ek haath peeche peeth par, jaise meeting mein ho.

“Ghoom.”

Woh ghoomi. Saree ka pallu uske haath se thoda aur khisak gaya. Peeth par blouse ke hooks dikhe, neeche kamar ka khula patta, phir woh gol, bhaari gaand jisko peach kapda chhupa nahi pa raha tha – kapda uske curves par taut ho kar baitha tha, beech ki lakeer halki si nazar aa rahi thi. Rudra ne ek pal ke liye uski kamar ke kareeb haath badhaya, kapde ke upar se, bas itna ki usko ehsaas ho ki ab yeh jism unki nazar ka hai.

“Itni saal se tu ek junglee ke ghar rani ban kar baithi rahi,” unhone uske kaan ke peeche se kaha. “Jolly ne tujhe dikhaya. Dave ne tujhe use kiya. Aur tu sochti rahi tu Pushpa ki izzat hai. Ab samajh ja… tu party ki property hai. Ticket muft nahi milti. Jab main kahun, tu aaye. Jab main kahun, tu utare. Jab main kahun, tu muh khole. Yahi tareeka hai. Agar rani banna hai, toh yeh samajh ke aa ki tu ab meri hai.”

Srivalli ki aankhein nam ho gayi, lekin usne peeche nahi hata. Uski chhati tez uth-gir rahi thi. Andar sharm thi, gehri, jo uske kaan tak garam thi. Aur uske saath ek ajeeb sa ghamand bhi – *Yeh sab dekh rahe hain mujhe. Yeh CM hai. Aur main khud khadi hoon. Main de rahi hoon. Main le rahi hoon.*

Usne dheere se kaha, “Main jaanti hoon. Yeh isi raste se hota hai. Main… main khud aayi hoon. Jo keemat hai, main chukaungi. Aankhein khol kar.”

Rudra uske saamne aa kar ruke. Unhone uski thuddi pakad kar chehra upar uthaya, jaise koi cheez ki quality dekhi jaati hai. Unki anguthi uski chamri par thandi thi.

“Toh dikha. Apni worth. Yahi interview hai, rani. Baaki baatein baad mein.”

Unhone apni belt ka buckle khola. Dheere-dheere, jaise koi jaldi mein na ho, jaise unko pata ho ki yeh aurat ab jaayegi nahi. Zip neeche utri. Unhone apna mota, gehra-rang ka lund bahar nikaala – umar ke hisaab se bhi sakht, nasein uthi hui, top par ek moti si chamak. Unhone usko ek baar haath mein liya, Srivalli ke chehre ke itna kareeb ki uski garmi uske hothon tak aa gayi.

“Baith. Ghutnon par. Pallu waisa hi rehne de. Mangalsutra bhi. Main dekhna chahta hoon Pushpa ki rani meri lund par muh lagati hai.”

Srivalli ek pal khadi rahi. Uska dil zor se peet raha tha. Sheeshe jaisi ek soch aayi – *Agar ab main nikal jaaun, toh yeh khel yahin khatam.* Phir doosri soch aayi, tez, saaf – *Agar main yahin rukungi, toh ticket yahin se shuru hogi.*

Woh dheere se ghutnon ke bal baith gayi. Peach saree ka kapda neeche phail gaya, pleats khul gaye, pallu uske ek kandhe se latak kar floor tak aa gaya. Blouse ke andar uske boobs saans ke saath uth rahe the. Mangalsutra ki ladiyan uski cleavage se nikal kar neeche jhul rahi thi, bilkul unke lund ke kareeb. Maang mein sindoor, bun ab thoda sa bigad sa gaya tha. Woh upar dekhi – CM Rudra Reddy, jinhone Pushpa ji ki bail par dastkhat kiye the – aur usne khud apne haath aage badhaye.



*Yeh meri marzi hai. Yeh meri keemat hai. Main rani banne ke liye yeh de rahi hoon.*

Usne lund ko dono haathon mein pakad liya. Garam tha, bhaari, upar se ek boond pre-cum chamak rahi thi. Usne pehle us boond ko apni jeebh se le liya – namkeen, garam – phir hoth khol kar lund ke top ko chus liya.

“Mmm…” ek halki si awaaz uske muh se nikal gayi.

Woh dheere-dheere chusne lagi. Pehle sirf top, hoth gol karke, jeebh gol ghumati hui. Phir thoda aur andar. Uski lipstick lund ki chamri par maroon dhabbe chhod rahi thi. “Mmm… ahhh…” uske muh se geeli, dheemi sound nikal rahi thi. Rudra ne abhi uska sar nahi pakda tha. Unhone sirf neeche dekha – Pushpa ki pativrata, peach saree mein, ghutnon par, unka lund muh mein liye, mangalsutra jhul raha hai – aur unke chehre par ek shaant, malikana santosh tha.

“Haan… aise. Aur gehra. Tu jaanti hai kaise karna hai… Jolly ne, Dave ne, sabne tujhe sikha diya. Ab meri bhi rani ban ke dikha.”



Srivalli ki aankhein nam ho aayi, lekin usne lund nahi chhoda. Sharm uske pet mein jal rahi thi, lekin uske saath ek junoon bhi tha. *Main sikhaya hua maal nahi hoon. Main deal kar rahi hoon.* Usne aur gehra le liya. Lund uske hothon ko phailata hua andar gaya, jeebh neeche dabi, gaal andar dhas gaye. “Mmmphhh… mmm…” wet, slurping sounds kamre mein padne lagi. Uski thook lund ki dandi par chamak rahi thi, neeche gir kar uske hothon ke kone se pallu ke kinare tak ek patli si lakeer bana rahi thi.

Rudra ka ek haath ab uske bun par aa gaya. Dheere se, lekin pakka. Unhone bun ki pin nikal di – baal khul kar uski peeth par gir gaye, peach blouse ke upar kaali lehrein. Unhone un baalon ko pakad kar uska sar guide karna shuru kiya.

“Aur le… gale tak. Interview hai yeh, rani. Adhoora kaam party mein nahi chalta.”

Srivalli ne saans roki aur lund ko aur andar liya, itna ki top uske gale ko chhoo gaya. Aankhon se aansu nikal aaye, ek lakeer bindi ke bagal se. “Mmmphhh… ahhh… mmm…” Woh upar-neeche sar hilane lagi, pehle dheere, phir tez. Hoth tight, jeebh ghumti hui, kabhi lund nikal kar neeche tak jeebh pherna, kabhi dobara gale tak le jaana. Choodiyan kalai par baj rahi thi. Blouse ke andar nipples tight ho chuke the. Petticoat ke neeche uski chut geeli thi – sharm ke saath – aur yeh jaan kar uske andar ek aur gunaah sa laga.

*Pushpa ji… aap site par ho… aur main yahan aapke CM ke lund ko chus rahi hoon. Ticket ke liye. Apne liye.*

Rudra ki saans bhaari thi. “Dekh tujhe… Pushpa ki izzat… meri lund par thook se latak rahi hai. Ab tu meri hai. Party ki hai. Jab kahunga, muh kholegi. Samjhi?”

Srivalli ne muh nahi hataya. Aankhein uthayi, lund hothon ke beech. Us nazar mein rona tha, lekin haan bhi thi. Usne tez kar diya – dono haath lund ki jarh par, muh upar-neeche, gaal dhashe hue. “Mmm… mmmphhh… ahhh…” slurping sounds kamre ki shaant hawa mein sabse badi awaaz ban gayi. Aansu beh rahe the, thook thuddi par gir rahi thi, ek boond mangalsutra ke mote par lag gayi.



Rudra ke haath uske baalon mein kas gaye. “Haan… aise hi… madad nahi chahiye tujhe… tu khud de rahi hai… aaaahhh… Srivalli…”

Rudra ka lund phadakne laga. “Aaaahhh… rakh… muh mein rakh… aa raha hai…”

Srivalli ne muh nahi hataya. Aankhein band nahi ki, is baar khuli rakhi. Rudra ne uska sar pakad kar aage dhakela, aur unka garam, thick cum zor-zor se uske muh mein chhootne laga. Ek, do, teen lambe dhakke. “Mmmphhh… gulp… mmm… gulp…” Srivalli ne nigalna shuru kiya – gehra, namkeen, itna zyada ki uske gale ne do baar ruk kar liya. Pura maal usne andar utaara. Thoda sa cum uske hothon ke kinare se nikal kar thuddi par beh gaya, ek patli si lakeer, sindoor ki rekha ke neeche ek dusri rekha.

Woh neeche tak chusti rahi, last drop tak, jeebh ghumati hui, jaise koi boond bhi wapas na jaaye. Rudra ki saans oopar se bhaari-bhaari aa rahi thi. Unhone uske baal chhode, lekin nazar nahi hatayi.

Srivalli ne dheere se lund muh se nikaala. Ek patli si thook aur cum ki dhaari uske hoth se tuti. Usne ungli se thuddi par laga hua maal uthaya, muh mein liya, nigal gayi. Phir apni jeebh se hoth saaf kiye. Aankhein uthayi. Peach saree bigad chuki thi, pallu floor par, baal khule, lipstick phaili hui, mangalsutra ab bhi chamak raha tha – ek moti par unka hi nishan tha.

Uski awaaz bheegi thi, lekin seedhi.

“Ticket… milegi na?”

Rudra kuch pal usko dekhte rahe, zipper lagate hue, belt bandhte hue. Phir wohi malikana hansi.

“Himmat hai teri. Haan… ticket ki baat aage badhegi. Lekin yeh toh sirf interview tha, rani. Pehli keemat. Asli raat abhi baaki hai.” Unhone apne phone par kuch type kiya, bina uski taraf dekhe. “Ab ja. Ghar ja. Apne Pushpa ke saamne wahi pativrata ban kar baith. Shaam ko tujhe call aayegi.”

Srivalli uth khadi hui. Ghutne dard kar rahe the. Usne pallu uthaya, seene par lapeta, itna tight jaise subah haveli mein lapeta tha. Purse se ek tissue nikaal kar hoth aur mangalsutra ki moti saaf ki. Baal jaldi se ek loose bun mein kiye. Sheeshe mein ek nazar – aankhein laal, hoth sooje, lekin pallu theek, sindoor theek, bindi maujood. Jo dekhne wala ho, woh yahi kahe – CM ke ghar se koi shareef gharwali nikal rahi hai.

Andar uska muh ab bhi unke zaaiqe se bhara tha. Sharm thi. Guroor bhi tha. Aur ek patli si, nai si shaan bhi thi.

*Maine diya. Maine nigala. Maine khud chuna. Ab yeh khel meri taraf bhi hai.*

Bahar corridor mein Jolly khada tha. Usne Srivalli ka chehra dekha, phir uske hoth, phir uski aankhein, aur kuch poocha nahi. Sirf gaadi ka darwaza khola.

“Chal. Ghar chhodta hoon. Pita ji khush lag rahe the.”

Srivalli ne raaste bhar kuch nahi kaha. Khidki se baahar dekhti rahi, pallu kas ke pakde, muh mein ab bhi woh zaaiqa tha.