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Meri tabiyat achanak is kadar bigdi ki mujhe laga jaise mera dam ghut jayega. Bhitar ek bhayankar uthal-puthal mach chuki thi. Main tezi se palat gaya aur bina kuch soche-samjhe washroom ki taraf bhaga.
Mere kadam zameen par tik nahi rahe the, aisa lag raha tha jaise main kisi khaufnak dhundh mein, hawa mein pair mar raha hoon. Kanon ke parde sunn ho chuke the—bahar tez music baj raha tha... mehmaanon ka shor-sharaba, hansne-bolne ki aawazen... sab kuch jaise ek jhatke mein poori tarah band ho gaya tha. Charon taraf ek sannata tha, jismein sirf meri bhari hoti saansen chal rahi thin.
Meri band hoti aankhon ke saamne sirf aur sirf ammi aur Vishal ki wahi ghinouni, besharm aur kaamuk guftagu goonj rahi thi. 'Kaale suit ke neeche laal panty... gulabi tips... jaadugar...' ye shabd mere dimag mein hathoude ki tarah baj rahe the. Main pagalon ki tarah washroom mein ghusa, kaampte haathon se darwaza lock kiya aur seedha basin par jhuk gaya.
Andar ek aisa ubaal aaya ki thodi der pehle bade chaav se khaya hua woh kebab... woh lazeez biryani... sab kuch mere halak mein waapas aa gaya. Main basin par aur neeche jhuka aur zor-zor se haanfte hue sab kuch ugal diya. Aisa laga jaise mere jism ne ammi ki us gandi hakeekat ke zahar ko apne bhitar kabool karne se saaf inkaar kar diya tha.
Main buri tarah haanf raha tha, meri chhati dhoukani ki tarah oopar-neeche ho rahi thi aur lagataar ulti karne ki wajah se meri aankhon se paani beh raha tha. Jab maine himmat jutakar aaine ki taraf dekha, toh usmein meri aankhen poori tarah khoon ki tarah laal ho chuki thin—sharm, sadme aur ek ajeeb si vaasna ke mile-jule ehsaas se.
Ab main poori tarah jaan gaya tha. Yeh mahaz phone par hone wala koi mamooli flirt ya timepass nahi tha. Woh darinda... woh 'Vishal'... yahaan aa chuka tha. Isiliye waqt. Isiliye pal. Theek hamare ghar ke bahar, gali ke ghane andhere mein apni car ki seat par baitha ammi ke is tadapte hue jism ko nochne ka intezar kar raha tha. Aur ammi... ammi oopar chhat par apne us surkh laal rang ke undergarments aur tang kaale suit ke jaal mein use kaid karne ke liye apne kadam aage badha chukin thin.
Is khaufnak aur badan mein aag laga dene wale sach ko jaankar mere pairon ke beech ka lund pant ke andar aur tezi se kasmasane laga tha. Woh kada hokar poori tarah tan chuka tha. Meri aankhon ke saamne phir se ammi ki wahi hosh uda dene wali picture ghoom gayi, jismein woh aaine ki taraf dekhte hue gahri jhuki hui thin.
Unke wo sudoul mamme us surkh laal rang ki bra mein se aadhe bahar chhalak rahe the, aur unke wo teekhe gulabi tips saaf nazar aa rahe the. Ammi ka woh kaamuk roop... in ehsaason ne milkar mere bhitar vaasna aur bechaini ka ek aisa sailaab la diya tha jise rokna ab mere bas mein nahi tha.
Aur meri ammi... usse milne... ja rahi thin. Yeh ek plan tha. Ek mulaqaat jo ab hone wali thi. Maine apne chehre ko touliye se ragda. Mere andar ka gussa, meri becharagi ko daba raha tha. Ek sard, thanda kahar meri ragon mein daodne laga.
Maine darwaza khola aur bahar nikla.
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Vishal apni car ki seat par baitha, phone ki screen scroll karte hue khud se budbudata hai:
Vishal: "Saima ki 200 se bhi zyaada tasveeren hain mere paas... lekin Aisha ke hosh udane ke liye ye 25 tasveeren kaafi hain. Chalo, inhein ek alag folder mein transfer karta hoon..."
Woh ek-ek karke tasveeren select karne lagta hai, aur uski aankhon mein havas ki chamak aa jati hai.
Vishal (muskurate hue): "Wah Saima... is pehli tasveer mein kaise pagalon ki tarah mujhe choom rahi ho. Aur ismein... seedha meri god mein baithi ho. Aha! Yahaan toh mere haath seedhe tumhare mammon par hain. Waise... tumhari Aisha ke wo bhaari aur sudoul mamme... unke aage tumhare ye chhote-chhote neembu jaise stan toh kuch bhi nahi hain. Khair, ye jo ek-do tasveeren hain jinmein tum poori tarah nangi ho, ye tumhari Aisha ka kaleja kampaane ke liye sabse behtareen hain."
Tabhi woh ek aur khaas tasveer par rukta hai, jahaan uska apna ang poori tarah tana hua hai.
Vishal (ahankaar se hanste hue): "Aur yeh rahi sabse badi chaal... mera yeh 10 inch ka lamba aur mota lund, jise tumne apne in naazuk haathon mein thaam rakha hai. Jab tumhari Aisha is tasveer ko dekhegi, toh uska poora badan kaamp uthega."
Vishal man mein apni ranniti taiyar karta hai:
Vishal (man mein): "Main use saaf kahoonga—'Aisha, ye rahi tumhari Saima ki 25 tasveeren. Tumne jo apni wo madhosh kar dene wali laal bra wali selfie bheji hai, uske inaam ke tour par tum inmein se apni marzi ki koi bhi 6 tasveeren chunkar abhi delete karwa sakti ho.' Kitna seedha aur sasta souda hai!"
Woh car ka sheesha thoda neeche karta hai, gali ke andhere ko dekhta hai aur gahri saans leta hai.
Vishal (kutilta se muskurate hue): "Lekin 6 tasveeren delete karna toh mahaz ek bahana hai... asli maza toh tab aayega jab woh in tasveeron ke beech mere is 10 inch ke lund ko dekhegi. Jab uski nazar is bheemkay aakaar par padegi, toh uska dimag sunn ho jayega. Woh aane wale kal ke liye abhi se maansik roop se taiyar ho jayegi ki jab yeh auzaar uske us bhare hue badan ke andar jayega, toh uska kya haal hoga... woh khud tadapkar mere aage ghutne tek degi."
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Aisha hall ke ek kone mein khadi, bheed se nazren churaakar apne phone ko seene se bheenjhe hue gahre asamanjas mein doobi hain. Unke man mein ek bhayanak yuddh chal raha hai:
Aisha (man mein behad ghabrai hui): "He khuda... main kya karoon? Chhat par jaoon ya nahi? Ek taraf meri bachi, meri Saima ki izzat ka sawaal hai. Agar main oopar jaati hoon, toh us darinde Vishal ke phone se Saima ki wo chhah gandi tasveeren hamesha ke liye mita sakoongi... apni Saima ki zindagi ka ek hissa surakshit kar paoongi."
Aisha (aantrik dar aur kampkampi ke saath): "Lekin... mera doosra man mujhe buri tarah aagah kar raha hai. Vishal koi seedha souda karne nahi aaya hai. Woh mere jism par aur zyaada haq jatane ki koshish karega aur apni haden paar karega. Phone par usne saaf-saaf lafzon mein kaha achha ki woh mujhe isi tang kaale suit aur andar pehne un surkh laal rang ke undergarments mein live dekhna chahta hai... iska seedha sa matlab hai ki woh chhat ke us andhere mein mere badan se yeh kaala suit poori tarah utaar phenkega!"
Is khaufnak aur nagn sach ki kalpana karte hi Aisha ki reedh ki haddi mein ek garm sihran daod jaati hai. Woh apni aankhen band kar leti hain.
Aisha (haanfte hue, man mein): "Suit utaarne ke baad kya woh wahin ruk jayega? Ya woh usse bhi aage badhega... mere us bebas badan ko apni mardanagi ke neeche kuchalne ki koshish karega? Kya main use rok paoongi?"
Ajeeb baat yeh thi ki pakde jaane ke is bhayankar dar aur Vishal ke haathon apne badan ke noche jaane ki is khaufnak kalpana ne Aisha ke bhitar vaasna ki ek chhupi hui aag ko bhadka diya tha. Band aankhon ke peechhe jaise hi unhone khud ko Vishal ki baanhon mein nanga mehsoos kiya, unke kaale suit ke bhitar, us surkh laal bra mein kaid unke donon gol mammon ke gulabi nipples kade hokar poori tarah tan gaye. Unka ang-ang is anchaahi uttejna se sulagne laga tha.
Aisha (bhari aawaz mein khud se phusphusate hue): "Ufff... mera badan is tarah kyon react kar raha hai? Mujhe wahaan jaana hoga... apni beti ke liye... chahe uski keemat mujhe apne jism se hi kyon na chukani pade..."
Aur woh dabe paon, dhadakte dil ke saath seedhiyon ki taraf kadam badha deti hain.
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Music aur logon ka shor ek deewar ki tarah mujhse takraya. Lawn mein ab bhi wahi jashn tha. Log hans rahe the, kha rahe the, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Meri nigahen faoran us table par gayin. Kursi khaali thi. Ammi ja chukin thin.
Mera dil ek pal ke liye ruka. Kya main late ho gaya?
Main Saima khala ke paas gaya aur bahut hi normal si aawaz mein poocha,
“Saima khala…..Ammi ko aapne dekha?”
“Are…wah tere abbu se baat karne gate ke paas gayi hai….network nahi aa raha tha isliye….” Saima khala ne jawab diya.
Saima khala ke lafz mere kanon mein ek teer ki tarah lage. "Abbu se baat karne gate ke paas gayi hai… network nahi aa raha tha." Yeh jhooth tha. Bilkul saaf, chikna jhooth. Ammi ne yeh bahana banaya hoga taki koi shak na ho. Lekin main jaanta tha. Main sab jaanta tha.
Mera dil zoron se dhadak raha tha. Main Saima khala ko sirf ek muskurahat de kar palat gaya, lekin andar se main toot raha tha. Main tezi se bheed ko cheerta hua gate ki taraf badha. Rat ki hawa thandi thi, lekin mere jism mein ek jalta hua bukhar tha. Har kadam ke saath, mere dimag mein woh chat ke lafz goonj rahe the: "Terrace par aa jao... sirf 10 minute... main aapke bahut kareeb hoon."
Gate ke paas pahuncha toh wahaan ammi nahi thin. Sirf ek-do watchman khade the, cigarette peete hue baaten kar rahe the. Unhone mujhe dekha aur muskurae, lekin maine unse kuch nahi poocha. Mujhe pata tha ki ammi yahaan nahi hongi. Yeh sirf bahana tha. Asli jagah toh terrace thi.
Main ghar ki taraf douda. Saima khala ka ghar bada tha—do manzila—aur oopar terrace tha. Seedhiyan andheri thin, sirf ek chhoti si bulb ki roshni thi. Main aahista se oopar chadha, apni saans ko rok kar. Dil ki dhadkan itni tez thi ki lag raha tha jaise koi sun lega.
Terrace ka darwaza halka sa khula hua tha. Mere kadam wahin thithak gaye, maine khud ko deewar ki oat mein chhupaya aur saans rokkar bahar dekha. Rat ka gahra sannata aur andhera charon taraf phaila tha, lekin shehar ki door se aati aawara lights ki maddham roshni chhat par ek dhundhla sa saaya bana rahi thi.
Wahaan ammi khadi thin. Bilkul akeli. Unke kaampte haathon mein unka phone kaskar bheenjha hua tha aur woh ghabrahat mein lagataar apni gardan ghumakar idhar-udhar dekh rahi thin.
Unke chehre ke haav-bhaav... uff, usmein ek ajeeb si chhatpatahat, ek gahri bechaini thi, jaise woh kisi anchaahe lekin behad teevr intezar ki aag mein jal rahi hon.
Unka woh tang kaala suit is raat ke syaah andhere mein unke gore badan ko aur bhi zyaada numayan aur gahra bana raha tha.
Phir, chhat ke ek kone ke gahre saaye mein se ek aawaz aayi— "Aisha..."
Woh aawaz kanon mein padte hi mera poora vajood sakht ho gaya, mere pairon ke beech ka ang pant ko faad dene ki had tak tan gaya. Yeh aawaz... wahi thi. Usi darinde Vishal ki.
Ammi ek jhatke mein peechhe palat gayin, unki thami hui saansen tez ho gayin.
"Vishal….."
Unke hothon se ek bebas phusphusahat nikli.
Vishal us ghane saaye se bahar nikalkar seedhe ammi ke husn ke theek saamne khada ho gaya.
Usne ek tight brown t-shirt aur blue jeans pehan rakhi thi. Woh t-shirt uske choude, gathile seene aur majboot baazuon par is kadar kasi hui thi ki uski mardanagi ka ubhaar saaf jhalak raha tha. Uska chehre... bilkul saaf aur clean-shaved tha, lekin uski rangat gahri aur saanwli thi.
Uske sir par ghane kaale baal the, jo raat ki is thandi hawa mein thode bikhre hue the. Uske seedhe haath ki kalai par ek laal rang ka dhaga bandha hua tha. Ammi us kasrati aur lambe kad ke mard ko apne itni kareeb dekhkar andar tak sihar uthi thin, aur unka woh kaala suit unke bhaari hote seene ke saath oopar-neeche hone laga tha.
“Pagal ho gaye ho? Koi dekh leta toh?” Aisha idhar-udhar dekhte hue bolin.
“Koi nahi dekhega, don't worry,” Vishal ne kaha.
“Itna confidence?” Aisha ne kaha.
“Sab log khaane mein busy hain…aur lawn ke oopar toh mandap bhi bandha hua hai…” usne kaha.
Vishal Aisha ke aur kareeb aata hai. Uski aawaz mein ek maddham si shararat aur nazdeeki hai.
"Thanks for sending your picture in bra and panty, Aisha. Jaisa maine wada kiya tha, ab tum Saima ki 6 pic delete kar sakti ho... waise, sach kahoon toh tum us tasveer mein behad sexy lag rahi thin," usne apni jeb se phone nikala aur screen on kar di.
Uski brown t-shirt se chhanti uske jism ki tapti garmi Aisha ko apne behad paas mehsoos ho rahi thi, jisse ammi ki dhadkanen bekaabu hokar aur tez ho gayin. Usne apni neechi nigahona se Vishal ki ungliyon ko screen par chalte dekha, jisse uski saansen jaise gale mein hi atak kar rah gayin.
Vishal ne phone seedhe ammi ke chehre ke saamne kar diya aur apni bhaari aawaz mein phusphusaya, "Yeh dekho Aisha... tumhara inaam."
Jaise hi Aisha ki nazren phone ki screen par padin, unke hothon se ek bebas cheekh nikalte-nikalte rah gayi. Unhone apne kaampte haathon se apne munh ko dhank liya. Woh buri tarah chounk uthi thin, unka poora badan maano barf ki tarah jam gaya tha. Screen par Saima ki ek ke baad ek behad aapattijanak tasveeren chal rahi thin.
Aisha ki aankhen fati ki fati rah gayin jab unhone dekha ki unki laadli Saima kis kadar us darinde ki baanhon mein nagn hokar apni izzat gawa chuki thi. Kisi tasveer mein Saima Vishal ko pagalon ki tarah choom rahi thi, toh kisi mein woh uski god mein bebas baithi thi. Sabse zyaada jhakjhor dene wali wo tasveeren thin jahaan Saima ke chhote-chhote neembu jaise stan poori tarah nange the aur Vishal ke majboot, saanwle haath unhein berhemi se bheenjh rahe the. Aur us poori katar ke beech mein, Vishal ke us bheemkay 10 inch ke kade aur mote lund ki tasveer bhi chamak rahi thi, jise Saima ne apne naazuk haathon mein thaam rakha tha.
Aisha ka dimag poori tarah sunn ho chuka tha. Woh andar tak hil gayi thin ki ye tasveeren kitni zyaada revealing thin. Woh achhi tarah samajh gayin ki agar inmein se ek bhi tasveer bahar leak ho gayi ya rishtedaaron ke haath lag gayi, toh Saima ka bhavishya hamesha ke liye tabaah ho jayega; uski zindagi aur shaadi ki har ummeed mitti mein mil jayegi.
Vishal ne Aisha ke chehre par udti havaiyan aur unke tang kaale suit ke andar kaampte unke bhaari mammon ke ubhaar ko dekha, toh uski havas aur badh gayi. Woh Aisha ke aur kareeb khisak aaya, uski jeans ammi ke kapdon se chhoone lagi.
Usne Aisha ke kaan ke paas jhukkar apni garm saansen chhodte hue kaha, "Dekha, Aisha? Tumhari sirf ek laal bra wali selfie ke badle main tumhe inmein se koi bhi chhah tasveeren abhi delete karne ka mauka de raha hoon. Lekin... agar tumhe apni beti ka poora bhavishya surakshit chahiye, toh tumhe meri har baat maanni hogi."
Vishal ne apni shatir muskaan ke saath apna phone Aisha ke thande aur kaampte haathon mein thama diya. Aisha ne jaise hi us phone ko pakda, uske haath aur tezi se thartharane lage.
Vishal ne Aisha ke kandhe par apna majboot haath rakha aur unke kaan ke bilkul paas jhukkar apni garm, havas bhari saansen chhodte hue phusphusaya, "Lo Aisha, apni marzi ki koi bhi chhah tasveeren chunkar abhi delete kar lo... main apna wada poora kar raha hoon."
Aisha abhi un tasveeron ko dekh hi rahi thin ki Vishal ne unke kaan ki lou ko apni saansona se sahlaate hue aage kaha, "Waise... meri favorite toh wahi hai jismein Saima ne mere is 10 inch ke kade lund ko apne haathon mein thaam rakha hai, aur doosri wo... jahaan mere ye haath uske un chhote-chhote mammon ko bheenjh rahe hain. Dekhna, kahin apni favorite tasveeren mat delete kar dena."
Yeh kehte hi Vishal behad chaalaki se Aisha ke theek peechhe chala gaya. Aisha ka poora dhyan is waqt phone ki screen par tha, jahaan woh bhaari tanaav aur kashmakash mein yeh tay karne ki koshish kar rahi thin ki kaun si chhah tasveeren Saima ke bhavishya ke liye sabse zyaada khatarnak hain aur jinhein pehle delete karna chahiye.
Lekin tabhi, peechhe khade Vishal ne apne kadam aur aage badhae aur woh Aisha ke nitambon se bilkul satkar khada ho gaya. Aisha ki saansen gale mein hi atak gayin jab unke un gol koolhon par peechhe se Vishal ke pant ke andar kada ho chuka woh lamba aur sakht lund saaf mehsoos hone laga. Vishal ki jeans ka kapda Aisha ke us tang kaale suit ke kapde ko cheerta hua unke jism ki gaharaiyon mein apni mukammal kadai ka ahsaas kara raha tha.
Aisha ka badan us chhoohan se andar tak sihar gaya. Ek taraf screen par Saima ki nagn tasveeren delete karne ka maansik dabaav tha, aur doosri taraf apni peeth aur koolhon par us gair mard ki mardanagi ka woh bhayanak ubhaar... is kashmakash ne Aisha ke bhitar ke taapmaan ko badha diya tha, aur unke us kaale suit ke neeche chhipe gulabi nipples aur zyaada kade hokar kasmasane lage the. Woh hil bhi nahi pa rahi thin aur na hi us chhoohan ko mana kar pa rahi thin.
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Deewar ki oat mein dubke, saans roke jab main is khaufnak aur madhosh kar dene wale manzar ko dekh raha tha, toh mere dimag mein vicharon ka ek bhayanak toofaan chal raha tha.
Doori ki wajah se main woh saaf-saaf nahi sun pa raha tha jo Vishal ne ammi ke kanon mein itni nazdeeki se phusphusaya tha. Lekin meri aankhen fati ki fati rah gayin jab maine dekha ki Vishal ne apne phone ki screen on karke ammi ke chehre ke theek saamne ki. Us roshni mein ammi ka chehra saaf dikh raha tha—wo buri tarah kaamp uthi thin, unke poore badan mein ek sihran daod gayi thi.
Mere dimag mein kai gande aur khaufnak sawaal koundhne lage: aakhir us phone mein aisa kya tha jise dekhkar ammi is kadar tharthara gayin? Kya woh ammi ki hi wo ashleel tasveeren thin jo unhone thodi der pehle surkh laal bra mein aaine ke saamne jhukkar Vishal ko bheji thin? Ya phir woh Vishal ke apne nange badan ki tasveeren thin, jinhein dikhakar woh ammi ko dara raha tha aur apni mardanagi ka jaal bicha raha tha? Ammi ke chehre ka khauf aur badan ki kampkampi saaf bata rahi thi ki jo kuch bhi screen par tha, yeh behad khatarnak aur uttejak tha.
Iske baad jo hua, usne toh mere jism ka poora khoon hi khoula diya. Vishal ne woh phone ammi ke kaampte haathon mein thama diya aur khud ghoomkar theek ammi ke peechhe jaakar khada ho gaya. Ab ammi ki poori peeth aur unke bhaari, gol koolhe Vishal ke kasrati badan aur uske choude seene se poori tarah sat chuke the.
Ammi phone mein kuch bahut dhyan se dekh rahi thin, shayad tasveeren scroll kar rahi thin, aur isi ka fayda uthakar Vishal ke donon majboot, saanwle haath ammi ke tang kaale suit ke oopar se unke pet aur patli kamar par tik gaye the. Woh ammi ko peechhe se apni baanhon ke ghere mein kas chuka tha.
Vishal lagataar ammi ke kanon ke paas apne hothon ko le jaakar kuch phusphusa raha tha, aur uski garm saansen ammi ke gale aur gaalon ko chhoo rahi thin. Ammi us chhoohan se bebas thin, unka dhyan phone par tha lekin unka badan peechhe se mehsoos ho rahi us kadak mardanagi ke dabaav se dheere-dheere kasmasa raha tha. Ammi ki yeh laachari aur Vishal ki yeh badhti ja rahi kaamuk zyaadati dekhkar mere pairon ke beech ka hissa pant ko faad dene ki had tak kada ho chuka tha, aur main chahkar bhi wahaan se apni nigahona nahi hata pa raha tha.
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Aisha kaampte haathon se Vishal ke phone mein un 25 tasveeron ko scroll kar rahi hain. Unka dil seene ko faad dene ki had tak dhadak raha hai.
Aisha (man mein behad tanaav ke saath): "Muze sabse pehle us tasveer ko mitaana hoga... jo sabse ghinouni aur khatarnak hai..."
Woh apni kaampti ungli screen par le jaati hain aur Vishal ke us 10 inch ke kade lund wali tasveer par 'Delete' button daba deti hain.
Vishal (jaise hi ammi button dabati hain, woh peechhe se apne poore vazan ke saath apne kade lund ko ammi ke nitambon ke beech bheenjhta hai aur unke kaan ke paas phusphusata hai): "Ufff Aisha... aapne toh meri sabse favorite photo hi delete kar di... itni nafrat hai mere is lund se?"
Aisha ki saans ruk jaati hai, uska badan peechhe ki us bhayanak kadai se sihar uthta hai. Vishal unke kaan ki lou ko choomte hue aage bolta hai:
Vishal: "Tasveer toh phone se delete kar di tumne... lekin kya ise apne dimag se nikal paogi? Sach-sach batana Aisha... kya yeh aakaar tumhare pati ke lund se bahut zyaada bada aur mota nahi hai?"
Aisha Vishal ke is sharmnak sawaal ko ansunami karne ki koshish karti hain. Woh is bhaari dabaav aur sharm se bachne ke liye thoda aage badhne ki koshish karti hain, lekin Vishal ki majboot pakad unhein apni jagah se hilne nahi deti.
Aisha (man mein haanfte hue): "He khuda, yeh mujhe jakadta ja raha hai... mujhe jaldi se baaki tasveeren mitaani hongi..."
Woh turant doosri sabse khatarnak tasveer ki taraf badhti hain—jahaan Saima ke stan poori tarah nange nazar aa rahe the. Jaise hi woh us tasveer ko select karke 'Delete' ka button dabati hain...
Vishal (ek gahri aur havas bhari aah bharte hue): "Oh... toh beti ke nange mammon ki photo bhi bardasht nahi hui..."
Jaise hi Aisha ki ungli screen se hatti hai, Vishal ke pet par tike donon haath oopar ki taraf sarakte hain. Woh Aisha ke us tang kaale suit ke oopar se hi unke donon bhaari, sudoul aur kasmasate mammon ko apne bade-bade haathon ke shikanje mein kas leta hai.
Aisha (chounkkar, dabi hui aawaz mein): "Ahhh... Vishal... yeh kya kar rahe ho... chhodo mujhe..."
Vishal (peechhe se unke badan ko aur zor se apne seene se bheenjhte hue, aur unke mammon ko suit ke oopar se hi berhemi se dabate hue): "Shshsh... aawaz neeche Aisha... bhool gayin, neeche sab log hain? Abhi toh sirf do tasveeren delete hui hain... chhah abhi bhi baaki hain. Aur tumhari beti ke mammon se kahin zyaada raseele aur bhaari mamme toh tumhare hain... inhein bina chhooe main tumhe tasveeren kaise delete karne doon?"
Kaale suit ke bhitar, us surkh laal bra mein kaid Aisha ke mammon ke gulabi nipples Vishal ke haathon ki us aakramak chhoohan se poori tarah patthar ki tarah kade ho jaate hain. Woh chahkar bhi Vishal ko dhakka nahi de pa rahi thin.
Aisha ke mammon par Vishal ke haath ka shikanja kas chuka hai, lekin woh apni poori himmat batorkar khud ko sametne ki koshish karti hain.
Aisha (man mein ghabrate aur haanfte hue): "Muze rukna nahi hai... agar main is waqt kamzor padi toh Saima kabhi is darinde ke changul se aazaad nahi ho payegi. Mujhe baaki ki charon tasveeren bhi turant delete karni hongi, chahe yeh mere jism ke saath kuch bhi kare..."
Aisha kaampti ungliyon se screen par bachi hui char sabse khatarnak tasveeron ko ek-ek karke select karne lagti hain—pehli jismein Saima Vishal ko pagalon ki tarah choom rahi thi, doosri jismein Saima sirf bra aur panty mein thi, teesri jismein woh Vishal ki god mein baithi thi, aur chouthi aisa hi ek aur aapattijanak tasveer. Woh tezi se 'Delete' button ki taraf badhti hain.
Vishal (Aisha ki is hadbadaahat ko bhaanpte hue kutilta se muskurata hai aur apne iraade aur aakramak kar deta hai): "Itni jaldi kya hai Aisha... abhi toh asli khel shuru hua hai."
Vishal apne donon haathon mein se ek haath ko ammi ke mamme se hatata hai aur use dheere-dheere neeche sarkaate hue unke tang kaale suit ke neeche daal deta hai. Uska saanwla aur khurdura haath Aisha ke suit ke andar chhipe unke bilkul nange, resham jaise chikne aur garm pet par rengne lagta hai. Doosra haath abhi bhi suit ke oopar se unke doosre bhaari mamme ko kaskar bheenjhe hue hai.
Aisha (pet par gair-mard ke seedhe haath ka ahsaas hote hi andar tak sihar uthti hain, unke munh se ek dabi hui aah nikalti hai): "Ahhhh... uffff..."
Aisha (man mein vaasna aur khauf mein jalte hue): "Ya khuda... iska haath seedhe mere nange pet par ghoom raha hai... kitna garm haath hai iska. Mera badan kyon is kadar pighal raha hai? Mujhe khud par kaabu rakhna hoga, par iski chhoohan mujhe andha kar rahi hai..."
Vishal ab poori tarah behak chuka hai. Woh ammi ki gardan ke paas jhukta hai aur apne geele hothon se unki gori, surahidar gardan ko pagalon ki tarah chaatne aur choomne lagta hai. Ammi ke kaale suit ke bhitar, laal bra mein kaid unke donon gulabi nipples is dohre hamle se kade hokar patthar jaise ho chuke hain.
Vishal (ammi ke kaan ki lou ko apne daanton se halka sa bheenjhte hue behad kaamuk aawaz mein phusphusata hai): "Suno Aisha... aaj toh tum sirf apni beti ki khaatir yeh sab majboori mein bardasht kar rahi ho... aur main tumhe sirf chhoo raha hoon..."
Woh apne haath ko unke nange pet par aur neeche naabhi ki taraf le jaate hue apni kadak mardanagi ko peechhe unke koolhon par aur zor se dabata hai.
Vishal (kaan mein garm saansen chhodte hue): "Lekin ek din... ek din aisa zaroor aayega jab tum khud tadapkar mere paas aaogi. Tumhe ye saari cheezen—apne is poore aalishan aur raseele jism ko mere hawale karna, mere is 10 inch ke auzaar ko apne andar lena aur mere saath bistar par nange hokar cheekhna... yeh sab apni marzi se aur apni khushi se mere saath karna padega. Main tumhe us mod par laakar khada kar doonga."
Vishal (man mein ammi ke badan ki khushboo aur garmaahat se andha hote hue): "Ufff, kya badan hai is aurat ka... itni umr mein bhi itni kasmasati jawani! Bohot jald iske is kaale suit aur laal undergarments ko utaarkar iski cheekhen nikaaloonga. Yeh tadpegi mere liye..."
Aisha Vishal ki is khaufnak aur uttejak baat ko sunkar andar tak kaamp jaati hain, lekin unke pairon ke beech ki halchal aur kaamuk pyaas ab unke hi kaabu se bahar ho rahi thi. Woh bhaari saansen lete hue bachi hui tasveeron ko delete karne ke liye screen par ungli maarti hai.
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Aisha ne bhaari kashmakash ke beech aakhirkaar un chhah sabse khatarnak tasveeron ko screen se mita diya. Woh rahat ki lambi saans leti hain aur Vishal ki taraf palat-ti hain, taki woh uska phone use waapas de sake.
Aisha (bhari aawaz mein haanfte hue, phone aage badhaate hue): "Ye lo... maine chhah tasveeren delete kar di hain. Ab mujhe jaane do... mera haath chhodo..."
Vishal phone toh waapas le leta hai, lekin ammi ko apni baanhon ke ghere se aazaad nahi karta. Uski saanwli, clean-shaved surat par ek behad kameeni aur kaamuk muskaan ubhar aati hai. Woh ammi ko apne aur kareeb kheenchta hai, jisse uska tana hua 10 inch ka ang unke badan se aur zor se takrata hai.
Vishal (ammi ke kaan ke paas apne hothon ko sataakar phusphusata hai): "Itni jaldi kya hai Aisha jaan... souda abhi khatam kahaan hua hai? Yeh toh bas shuruat thi."
Woh phone ki screen unke chehre ke saamne hilata hai, jahaan abhi bhi Saima ki kai aapattijanak tasveeren bachi hui hain.
Vishal (kaan mein garm saansen chhodte hue): "Dekho, is folder mein abhi bhi 21 tasveeren baaki hain... jinmein tumhari beti ki naadaniyan kaid hain. Kya tum unhein aise hi chhod kar chali jaogi? Agar tum chahti ho ki main tumhe ye saari bachi hui tasveeren bhi delete karne doon, toh meri ek chhoti si shart maanni hogi..."
Aisha ki aankhen dar aur bebasi se badi ho jaati hain. Vishal unke nange, chikne pet par rengte hue apne haath ko aur oopar le aata hai.
Vishal: "Shart ye hai... ki tumhe khud apne in raseele hothon se mujhse minnat karni hogi. Tumhe mujhse kehna hoga—'mera kaala suit utaar do Vishal ji...' aur jab main tumhara yeh suit badan se alag kar doon, aur tum sirf apni us surkh laal bra aur panty mein mere saamne khadi ho... tab tumhe mujhe apni poori deewangi aur junoon ke saath choomna hoga."
Mere kadam zameen par tik nahi rahe the, aisa lag raha tha jaise main kisi khaufnak dhundh mein, hawa mein pair mar raha hoon. Kanon ke parde sunn ho chuke the—bahar tez music baj raha tha... mehmaanon ka shor-sharaba, hansne-bolne ki aawazen... sab kuch jaise ek jhatke mein poori tarah band ho gaya tha. Charon taraf ek sannata tha, jismein sirf meri bhari hoti saansen chal rahi thin.
Meri band hoti aankhon ke saamne sirf aur sirf ammi aur Vishal ki wahi ghinouni, besharm aur kaamuk guftagu goonj rahi thi. 'Kaale suit ke neeche laal panty... gulabi tips... jaadugar...' ye shabd mere dimag mein hathoude ki tarah baj rahe the. Main pagalon ki tarah washroom mein ghusa, kaampte haathon se darwaza lock kiya aur seedha basin par jhuk gaya.
Andar ek aisa ubaal aaya ki thodi der pehle bade chaav se khaya hua woh kebab... woh lazeez biryani... sab kuch mere halak mein waapas aa gaya. Main basin par aur neeche jhuka aur zor-zor se haanfte hue sab kuch ugal diya. Aisa laga jaise mere jism ne ammi ki us gandi hakeekat ke zahar ko apne bhitar kabool karne se saaf inkaar kar diya tha.
Main buri tarah haanf raha tha, meri chhati dhoukani ki tarah oopar-neeche ho rahi thi aur lagataar ulti karne ki wajah se meri aankhon se paani beh raha tha. Jab maine himmat jutakar aaine ki taraf dekha, toh usmein meri aankhen poori tarah khoon ki tarah laal ho chuki thin—sharm, sadme aur ek ajeeb si vaasna ke mile-jule ehsaas se.
Ab main poori tarah jaan gaya tha. Yeh mahaz phone par hone wala koi mamooli flirt ya timepass nahi tha. Woh darinda... woh 'Vishal'... yahaan aa chuka tha. Isiliye waqt. Isiliye pal. Theek hamare ghar ke bahar, gali ke ghane andhere mein apni car ki seat par baitha ammi ke is tadapte hue jism ko nochne ka intezar kar raha tha. Aur ammi... ammi oopar chhat par apne us surkh laal rang ke undergarments aur tang kaale suit ke jaal mein use kaid karne ke liye apne kadam aage badha chukin thin.
Is khaufnak aur badan mein aag laga dene wale sach ko jaankar mere pairon ke beech ka lund pant ke andar aur tezi se kasmasane laga tha. Woh kada hokar poori tarah tan chuka tha. Meri aankhon ke saamne phir se ammi ki wahi hosh uda dene wali picture ghoom gayi, jismein woh aaine ki taraf dekhte hue gahri jhuki hui thin.
Unke wo sudoul mamme us surkh laal rang ki bra mein se aadhe bahar chhalak rahe the, aur unke wo teekhe gulabi tips saaf nazar aa rahe the. Ammi ka woh kaamuk roop... in ehsaason ne milkar mere bhitar vaasna aur bechaini ka ek aisa sailaab la diya tha jise rokna ab mere bas mein nahi tha.
Aur meri ammi... usse milne... ja rahi thin. Yeh ek plan tha. Ek mulaqaat jo ab hone wali thi. Maine apne chehre ko touliye se ragda. Mere andar ka gussa, meri becharagi ko daba raha tha. Ek sard, thanda kahar meri ragon mein daodne laga.
Maine darwaza khola aur bahar nikla.
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Vishal apni car ki seat par baitha, phone ki screen scroll karte hue khud se budbudata hai:
Vishal: "Saima ki 200 se bhi zyaada tasveeren hain mere paas... lekin Aisha ke hosh udane ke liye ye 25 tasveeren kaafi hain. Chalo, inhein ek alag folder mein transfer karta hoon..."
Woh ek-ek karke tasveeren select karne lagta hai, aur uski aankhon mein havas ki chamak aa jati hai.
Vishal (muskurate hue): "Wah Saima... is pehli tasveer mein kaise pagalon ki tarah mujhe choom rahi ho. Aur ismein... seedha meri god mein baithi ho. Aha! Yahaan toh mere haath seedhe tumhare mammon par hain. Waise... tumhari Aisha ke wo bhaari aur sudoul mamme... unke aage tumhare ye chhote-chhote neembu jaise stan toh kuch bhi nahi hain. Khair, ye jo ek-do tasveeren hain jinmein tum poori tarah nangi ho, ye tumhari Aisha ka kaleja kampaane ke liye sabse behtareen hain."
Tabhi woh ek aur khaas tasveer par rukta hai, jahaan uska apna ang poori tarah tana hua hai.
Vishal (ahankaar se hanste hue): "Aur yeh rahi sabse badi chaal... mera yeh 10 inch ka lamba aur mota lund, jise tumne apne in naazuk haathon mein thaam rakha hai. Jab tumhari Aisha is tasveer ko dekhegi, toh uska poora badan kaamp uthega."
Vishal man mein apni ranniti taiyar karta hai:
Vishal (man mein): "Main use saaf kahoonga—'Aisha, ye rahi tumhari Saima ki 25 tasveeren. Tumne jo apni wo madhosh kar dene wali laal bra wali selfie bheji hai, uske inaam ke tour par tum inmein se apni marzi ki koi bhi 6 tasveeren chunkar abhi delete karwa sakti ho.' Kitna seedha aur sasta souda hai!"
Woh car ka sheesha thoda neeche karta hai, gali ke andhere ko dekhta hai aur gahri saans leta hai.
Vishal (kutilta se muskurate hue): "Lekin 6 tasveeren delete karna toh mahaz ek bahana hai... asli maza toh tab aayega jab woh in tasveeron ke beech mere is 10 inch ke lund ko dekhegi. Jab uski nazar is bheemkay aakaar par padegi, toh uska dimag sunn ho jayega. Woh aane wale kal ke liye abhi se maansik roop se taiyar ho jayegi ki jab yeh auzaar uske us bhare hue badan ke andar jayega, toh uska kya haal hoga... woh khud tadapkar mere aage ghutne tek degi."
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Aisha hall ke ek kone mein khadi, bheed se nazren churaakar apne phone ko seene se bheenjhe hue gahre asamanjas mein doobi hain. Unke man mein ek bhayanak yuddh chal raha hai:
Aisha (man mein behad ghabrai hui): "He khuda... main kya karoon? Chhat par jaoon ya nahi? Ek taraf meri bachi, meri Saima ki izzat ka sawaal hai. Agar main oopar jaati hoon, toh us darinde Vishal ke phone se Saima ki wo chhah gandi tasveeren hamesha ke liye mita sakoongi... apni Saima ki zindagi ka ek hissa surakshit kar paoongi."
Aisha (aantrik dar aur kampkampi ke saath): "Lekin... mera doosra man mujhe buri tarah aagah kar raha hai. Vishal koi seedha souda karne nahi aaya hai. Woh mere jism par aur zyaada haq jatane ki koshish karega aur apni haden paar karega. Phone par usne saaf-saaf lafzon mein kaha achha ki woh mujhe isi tang kaale suit aur andar pehne un surkh laal rang ke undergarments mein live dekhna chahta hai... iska seedha sa matlab hai ki woh chhat ke us andhere mein mere badan se yeh kaala suit poori tarah utaar phenkega!"
Is khaufnak aur nagn sach ki kalpana karte hi Aisha ki reedh ki haddi mein ek garm sihran daod jaati hai. Woh apni aankhen band kar leti hain.
Aisha (haanfte hue, man mein): "Suit utaarne ke baad kya woh wahin ruk jayega? Ya woh usse bhi aage badhega... mere us bebas badan ko apni mardanagi ke neeche kuchalne ki koshish karega? Kya main use rok paoongi?"
Ajeeb baat yeh thi ki pakde jaane ke is bhayankar dar aur Vishal ke haathon apne badan ke noche jaane ki is khaufnak kalpana ne Aisha ke bhitar vaasna ki ek chhupi hui aag ko bhadka diya tha. Band aankhon ke peechhe jaise hi unhone khud ko Vishal ki baanhon mein nanga mehsoos kiya, unke kaale suit ke bhitar, us surkh laal bra mein kaid unke donon gol mammon ke gulabi nipples kade hokar poori tarah tan gaye. Unka ang-ang is anchaahi uttejna se sulagne laga tha.
Aisha (bhari aawaz mein khud se phusphusate hue): "Ufff... mera badan is tarah kyon react kar raha hai? Mujhe wahaan jaana hoga... apni beti ke liye... chahe uski keemat mujhe apne jism se hi kyon na chukani pade..."
Aur woh dabe paon, dhadakte dil ke saath seedhiyon ki taraf kadam badha deti hain.
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Music aur logon ka shor ek deewar ki tarah mujhse takraya. Lawn mein ab bhi wahi jashn tha. Log hans rahe the, kha rahe the, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Meri nigahen faoran us table par gayin. Kursi khaali thi. Ammi ja chukin thin.
Mera dil ek pal ke liye ruka. Kya main late ho gaya?
Main Saima khala ke paas gaya aur bahut hi normal si aawaz mein poocha,
“Saima khala…..Ammi ko aapne dekha?”
“Are…wah tere abbu se baat karne gate ke paas gayi hai….network nahi aa raha tha isliye….” Saima khala ne jawab diya.
Saima khala ke lafz mere kanon mein ek teer ki tarah lage. "Abbu se baat karne gate ke paas gayi hai… network nahi aa raha tha." Yeh jhooth tha. Bilkul saaf, chikna jhooth. Ammi ne yeh bahana banaya hoga taki koi shak na ho. Lekin main jaanta tha. Main sab jaanta tha.
Mera dil zoron se dhadak raha tha. Main Saima khala ko sirf ek muskurahat de kar palat gaya, lekin andar se main toot raha tha. Main tezi se bheed ko cheerta hua gate ki taraf badha. Rat ki hawa thandi thi, lekin mere jism mein ek jalta hua bukhar tha. Har kadam ke saath, mere dimag mein woh chat ke lafz goonj rahe the: "Terrace par aa jao... sirf 10 minute... main aapke bahut kareeb hoon."
Gate ke paas pahuncha toh wahaan ammi nahi thin. Sirf ek-do watchman khade the, cigarette peete hue baaten kar rahe the. Unhone mujhe dekha aur muskurae, lekin maine unse kuch nahi poocha. Mujhe pata tha ki ammi yahaan nahi hongi. Yeh sirf bahana tha. Asli jagah toh terrace thi.
Main ghar ki taraf douda. Saima khala ka ghar bada tha—do manzila—aur oopar terrace tha. Seedhiyan andheri thin, sirf ek chhoti si bulb ki roshni thi. Main aahista se oopar chadha, apni saans ko rok kar. Dil ki dhadkan itni tez thi ki lag raha tha jaise koi sun lega.
Terrace ka darwaza halka sa khula hua tha. Mere kadam wahin thithak gaye, maine khud ko deewar ki oat mein chhupaya aur saans rokkar bahar dekha. Rat ka gahra sannata aur andhera charon taraf phaila tha, lekin shehar ki door se aati aawara lights ki maddham roshni chhat par ek dhundhla sa saaya bana rahi thi.
Wahaan ammi khadi thin. Bilkul akeli. Unke kaampte haathon mein unka phone kaskar bheenjha hua tha aur woh ghabrahat mein lagataar apni gardan ghumakar idhar-udhar dekh rahi thin.
Unke chehre ke haav-bhaav... uff, usmein ek ajeeb si chhatpatahat, ek gahri bechaini thi, jaise woh kisi anchaahe lekin behad teevr intezar ki aag mein jal rahi hon.
Unka woh tang kaala suit is raat ke syaah andhere mein unke gore badan ko aur bhi zyaada numayan aur gahra bana raha tha.
Phir, chhat ke ek kone ke gahre saaye mein se ek aawaz aayi— "Aisha..."
Woh aawaz kanon mein padte hi mera poora vajood sakht ho gaya, mere pairon ke beech ka ang pant ko faad dene ki had tak tan gaya. Yeh aawaz... wahi thi. Usi darinde Vishal ki.
Ammi ek jhatke mein peechhe palat gayin, unki thami hui saansen tez ho gayin.
"Vishal….."
Unke hothon se ek bebas phusphusahat nikli.
Vishal us ghane saaye se bahar nikalkar seedhe ammi ke husn ke theek saamne khada ho gaya.
Usne ek tight brown t-shirt aur blue jeans pehan rakhi thi. Woh t-shirt uske choude, gathile seene aur majboot baazuon par is kadar kasi hui thi ki uski mardanagi ka ubhaar saaf jhalak raha tha. Uska chehre... bilkul saaf aur clean-shaved tha, lekin uski rangat gahri aur saanwli thi.
Uske sir par ghane kaale baal the, jo raat ki is thandi hawa mein thode bikhre hue the. Uske seedhe haath ki kalai par ek laal rang ka dhaga bandha hua tha. Ammi us kasrati aur lambe kad ke mard ko apne itni kareeb dekhkar andar tak sihar uthi thin, aur unka woh kaala suit unke bhaari hote seene ke saath oopar-neeche hone laga tha.
“Pagal ho gaye ho? Koi dekh leta toh?” Aisha idhar-udhar dekhte hue bolin.
“Koi nahi dekhega, don't worry,” Vishal ne kaha.
“Itna confidence?” Aisha ne kaha.
“Sab log khaane mein busy hain…aur lawn ke oopar toh mandap bhi bandha hua hai…” usne kaha.
Vishal Aisha ke aur kareeb aata hai. Uski aawaz mein ek maddham si shararat aur nazdeeki hai.
"Thanks for sending your picture in bra and panty, Aisha. Jaisa maine wada kiya tha, ab tum Saima ki 6 pic delete kar sakti ho... waise, sach kahoon toh tum us tasveer mein behad sexy lag rahi thin," usne apni jeb se phone nikala aur screen on kar di.
Uski brown t-shirt se chhanti uske jism ki tapti garmi Aisha ko apne behad paas mehsoos ho rahi thi, jisse ammi ki dhadkanen bekaabu hokar aur tez ho gayin. Usne apni neechi nigahona se Vishal ki ungliyon ko screen par chalte dekha, jisse uski saansen jaise gale mein hi atak kar rah gayin.
Vishal ne phone seedhe ammi ke chehre ke saamne kar diya aur apni bhaari aawaz mein phusphusaya, "Yeh dekho Aisha... tumhara inaam."
Jaise hi Aisha ki nazren phone ki screen par padin, unke hothon se ek bebas cheekh nikalte-nikalte rah gayi. Unhone apne kaampte haathon se apne munh ko dhank liya. Woh buri tarah chounk uthi thin, unka poora badan maano barf ki tarah jam gaya tha. Screen par Saima ki ek ke baad ek behad aapattijanak tasveeren chal rahi thin.
Aisha ki aankhen fati ki fati rah gayin jab unhone dekha ki unki laadli Saima kis kadar us darinde ki baanhon mein nagn hokar apni izzat gawa chuki thi. Kisi tasveer mein Saima Vishal ko pagalon ki tarah choom rahi thi, toh kisi mein woh uski god mein bebas baithi thi. Sabse zyaada jhakjhor dene wali wo tasveeren thin jahaan Saima ke chhote-chhote neembu jaise stan poori tarah nange the aur Vishal ke majboot, saanwle haath unhein berhemi se bheenjh rahe the. Aur us poori katar ke beech mein, Vishal ke us bheemkay 10 inch ke kade aur mote lund ki tasveer bhi chamak rahi thi, jise Saima ne apne naazuk haathon mein thaam rakha tha.
Aisha ka dimag poori tarah sunn ho chuka tha. Woh andar tak hil gayi thin ki ye tasveeren kitni zyaada revealing thin. Woh achhi tarah samajh gayin ki agar inmein se ek bhi tasveer bahar leak ho gayi ya rishtedaaron ke haath lag gayi, toh Saima ka bhavishya hamesha ke liye tabaah ho jayega; uski zindagi aur shaadi ki har ummeed mitti mein mil jayegi.
Vishal ne Aisha ke chehre par udti havaiyan aur unke tang kaale suit ke andar kaampte unke bhaari mammon ke ubhaar ko dekha, toh uski havas aur badh gayi. Woh Aisha ke aur kareeb khisak aaya, uski jeans ammi ke kapdon se chhoone lagi.
Usne Aisha ke kaan ke paas jhukkar apni garm saansen chhodte hue kaha, "Dekha, Aisha? Tumhari sirf ek laal bra wali selfie ke badle main tumhe inmein se koi bhi chhah tasveeren abhi delete karne ka mauka de raha hoon. Lekin... agar tumhe apni beti ka poora bhavishya surakshit chahiye, toh tumhe meri har baat maanni hogi."
Vishal ne apni shatir muskaan ke saath apna phone Aisha ke thande aur kaampte haathon mein thama diya. Aisha ne jaise hi us phone ko pakda, uske haath aur tezi se thartharane lage.
Vishal ne Aisha ke kandhe par apna majboot haath rakha aur unke kaan ke bilkul paas jhukkar apni garm, havas bhari saansen chhodte hue phusphusaya, "Lo Aisha, apni marzi ki koi bhi chhah tasveeren chunkar abhi delete kar lo... main apna wada poora kar raha hoon."
Aisha abhi un tasveeron ko dekh hi rahi thin ki Vishal ne unke kaan ki lou ko apni saansona se sahlaate hue aage kaha, "Waise... meri favorite toh wahi hai jismein Saima ne mere is 10 inch ke kade lund ko apne haathon mein thaam rakha hai, aur doosri wo... jahaan mere ye haath uske un chhote-chhote mammon ko bheenjh rahe hain. Dekhna, kahin apni favorite tasveeren mat delete kar dena."
Yeh kehte hi Vishal behad chaalaki se Aisha ke theek peechhe chala gaya. Aisha ka poora dhyan is waqt phone ki screen par tha, jahaan woh bhaari tanaav aur kashmakash mein yeh tay karne ki koshish kar rahi thin ki kaun si chhah tasveeren Saima ke bhavishya ke liye sabse zyaada khatarnak hain aur jinhein pehle delete karna chahiye.
Lekin tabhi, peechhe khade Vishal ne apne kadam aur aage badhae aur woh Aisha ke nitambon se bilkul satkar khada ho gaya. Aisha ki saansen gale mein hi atak gayin jab unke un gol koolhon par peechhe se Vishal ke pant ke andar kada ho chuka woh lamba aur sakht lund saaf mehsoos hone laga. Vishal ki jeans ka kapda Aisha ke us tang kaale suit ke kapde ko cheerta hua unke jism ki gaharaiyon mein apni mukammal kadai ka ahsaas kara raha tha.
Aisha ka badan us chhoohan se andar tak sihar gaya. Ek taraf screen par Saima ki nagn tasveeren delete karne ka maansik dabaav tha, aur doosri taraf apni peeth aur koolhon par us gair mard ki mardanagi ka woh bhayanak ubhaar... is kashmakash ne Aisha ke bhitar ke taapmaan ko badha diya tha, aur unke us kaale suit ke neeche chhipe gulabi nipples aur zyaada kade hokar kasmasane lage the. Woh hil bhi nahi pa rahi thin aur na hi us chhoohan ko mana kar pa rahi thin.
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Deewar ki oat mein dubke, saans roke jab main is khaufnak aur madhosh kar dene wale manzar ko dekh raha tha, toh mere dimag mein vicharon ka ek bhayanak toofaan chal raha tha.
Doori ki wajah se main woh saaf-saaf nahi sun pa raha tha jo Vishal ne ammi ke kanon mein itni nazdeeki se phusphusaya tha. Lekin meri aankhen fati ki fati rah gayin jab maine dekha ki Vishal ne apne phone ki screen on karke ammi ke chehre ke theek saamne ki. Us roshni mein ammi ka chehra saaf dikh raha tha—wo buri tarah kaamp uthi thin, unke poore badan mein ek sihran daod gayi thi.
Mere dimag mein kai gande aur khaufnak sawaal koundhne lage: aakhir us phone mein aisa kya tha jise dekhkar ammi is kadar tharthara gayin? Kya woh ammi ki hi wo ashleel tasveeren thin jo unhone thodi der pehle surkh laal bra mein aaine ke saamne jhukkar Vishal ko bheji thin? Ya phir woh Vishal ke apne nange badan ki tasveeren thin, jinhein dikhakar woh ammi ko dara raha tha aur apni mardanagi ka jaal bicha raha tha? Ammi ke chehre ka khauf aur badan ki kampkampi saaf bata rahi thi ki jo kuch bhi screen par tha, yeh behad khatarnak aur uttejak tha.
Iske baad jo hua, usne toh mere jism ka poora khoon hi khoula diya. Vishal ne woh phone ammi ke kaampte haathon mein thama diya aur khud ghoomkar theek ammi ke peechhe jaakar khada ho gaya. Ab ammi ki poori peeth aur unke bhaari, gol koolhe Vishal ke kasrati badan aur uske choude seene se poori tarah sat chuke the.
Ammi phone mein kuch bahut dhyan se dekh rahi thin, shayad tasveeren scroll kar rahi thin, aur isi ka fayda uthakar Vishal ke donon majboot, saanwle haath ammi ke tang kaale suit ke oopar se unke pet aur patli kamar par tik gaye the. Woh ammi ko peechhe se apni baanhon ke ghere mein kas chuka tha.
Vishal lagataar ammi ke kanon ke paas apne hothon ko le jaakar kuch phusphusa raha tha, aur uski garm saansen ammi ke gale aur gaalon ko chhoo rahi thin. Ammi us chhoohan se bebas thin, unka dhyan phone par tha lekin unka badan peechhe se mehsoos ho rahi us kadak mardanagi ke dabaav se dheere-dheere kasmasa raha tha. Ammi ki yeh laachari aur Vishal ki yeh badhti ja rahi kaamuk zyaadati dekhkar mere pairon ke beech ka hissa pant ko faad dene ki had tak kada ho chuka tha, aur main chahkar bhi wahaan se apni nigahona nahi hata pa raha tha.
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Aisha kaampte haathon se Vishal ke phone mein un 25 tasveeron ko scroll kar rahi hain. Unka dil seene ko faad dene ki had tak dhadak raha hai.
Aisha (man mein behad tanaav ke saath): "Muze sabse pehle us tasveer ko mitaana hoga... jo sabse ghinouni aur khatarnak hai..."
Woh apni kaampti ungli screen par le jaati hain aur Vishal ke us 10 inch ke kade lund wali tasveer par 'Delete' button daba deti hain.
Vishal (jaise hi ammi button dabati hain, woh peechhe se apne poore vazan ke saath apne kade lund ko ammi ke nitambon ke beech bheenjhta hai aur unke kaan ke paas phusphusata hai): "Ufff Aisha... aapne toh meri sabse favorite photo hi delete kar di... itni nafrat hai mere is lund se?"
Aisha ki saans ruk jaati hai, uska badan peechhe ki us bhayanak kadai se sihar uthta hai. Vishal unke kaan ki lou ko choomte hue aage bolta hai:
Vishal: "Tasveer toh phone se delete kar di tumne... lekin kya ise apne dimag se nikal paogi? Sach-sach batana Aisha... kya yeh aakaar tumhare pati ke lund se bahut zyaada bada aur mota nahi hai?"
Aisha Vishal ke is sharmnak sawaal ko ansunami karne ki koshish karti hain. Woh is bhaari dabaav aur sharm se bachne ke liye thoda aage badhne ki koshish karti hain, lekin Vishal ki majboot pakad unhein apni jagah se hilne nahi deti.
Aisha (man mein haanfte hue): "He khuda, yeh mujhe jakadta ja raha hai... mujhe jaldi se baaki tasveeren mitaani hongi..."
Woh turant doosri sabse khatarnak tasveer ki taraf badhti hain—jahaan Saima ke stan poori tarah nange nazar aa rahe the. Jaise hi woh us tasveer ko select karke 'Delete' ka button dabati hain...
Vishal (ek gahri aur havas bhari aah bharte hue): "Oh... toh beti ke nange mammon ki photo bhi bardasht nahi hui..."
Jaise hi Aisha ki ungli screen se hatti hai, Vishal ke pet par tike donon haath oopar ki taraf sarakte hain. Woh Aisha ke us tang kaale suit ke oopar se hi unke donon bhaari, sudoul aur kasmasate mammon ko apne bade-bade haathon ke shikanje mein kas leta hai.
Aisha (chounkkar, dabi hui aawaz mein): "Ahhh... Vishal... yeh kya kar rahe ho... chhodo mujhe..."
Vishal (peechhe se unke badan ko aur zor se apne seene se bheenjhte hue, aur unke mammon ko suit ke oopar se hi berhemi se dabate hue): "Shshsh... aawaz neeche Aisha... bhool gayin, neeche sab log hain? Abhi toh sirf do tasveeren delete hui hain... chhah abhi bhi baaki hain. Aur tumhari beti ke mammon se kahin zyaada raseele aur bhaari mamme toh tumhare hain... inhein bina chhooe main tumhe tasveeren kaise delete karne doon?"
Kaale suit ke bhitar, us surkh laal bra mein kaid Aisha ke mammon ke gulabi nipples Vishal ke haathon ki us aakramak chhoohan se poori tarah patthar ki tarah kade ho jaate hain. Woh chahkar bhi Vishal ko dhakka nahi de pa rahi thin.
Aisha ke mammon par Vishal ke haath ka shikanja kas chuka hai, lekin woh apni poori himmat batorkar khud ko sametne ki koshish karti hain.
Aisha (man mein ghabrate aur haanfte hue): "Muze rukna nahi hai... agar main is waqt kamzor padi toh Saima kabhi is darinde ke changul se aazaad nahi ho payegi. Mujhe baaki ki charon tasveeren bhi turant delete karni hongi, chahe yeh mere jism ke saath kuch bhi kare..."
Aisha kaampti ungliyon se screen par bachi hui char sabse khatarnak tasveeron ko ek-ek karke select karne lagti hain—pehli jismein Saima Vishal ko pagalon ki tarah choom rahi thi, doosri jismein Saima sirf bra aur panty mein thi, teesri jismein woh Vishal ki god mein baithi thi, aur chouthi aisa hi ek aur aapattijanak tasveer. Woh tezi se 'Delete' button ki taraf badhti hain.
Vishal (Aisha ki is hadbadaahat ko bhaanpte hue kutilta se muskurata hai aur apne iraade aur aakramak kar deta hai): "Itni jaldi kya hai Aisha... abhi toh asli khel shuru hua hai."
Vishal apne donon haathon mein se ek haath ko ammi ke mamme se hatata hai aur use dheere-dheere neeche sarkaate hue unke tang kaale suit ke neeche daal deta hai. Uska saanwla aur khurdura haath Aisha ke suit ke andar chhipe unke bilkul nange, resham jaise chikne aur garm pet par rengne lagta hai. Doosra haath abhi bhi suit ke oopar se unke doosre bhaari mamme ko kaskar bheenjhe hue hai.
Aisha (pet par gair-mard ke seedhe haath ka ahsaas hote hi andar tak sihar uthti hain, unke munh se ek dabi hui aah nikalti hai): "Ahhhh... uffff..."
Aisha (man mein vaasna aur khauf mein jalte hue): "Ya khuda... iska haath seedhe mere nange pet par ghoom raha hai... kitna garm haath hai iska. Mera badan kyon is kadar pighal raha hai? Mujhe khud par kaabu rakhna hoga, par iski chhoohan mujhe andha kar rahi hai..."
Vishal ab poori tarah behak chuka hai. Woh ammi ki gardan ke paas jhukta hai aur apne geele hothon se unki gori, surahidar gardan ko pagalon ki tarah chaatne aur choomne lagta hai. Ammi ke kaale suit ke bhitar, laal bra mein kaid unke donon gulabi nipples is dohre hamle se kade hokar patthar jaise ho chuke hain.
Vishal (ammi ke kaan ki lou ko apne daanton se halka sa bheenjhte hue behad kaamuk aawaz mein phusphusata hai): "Suno Aisha... aaj toh tum sirf apni beti ki khaatir yeh sab majboori mein bardasht kar rahi ho... aur main tumhe sirf chhoo raha hoon..."
Woh apne haath ko unke nange pet par aur neeche naabhi ki taraf le jaate hue apni kadak mardanagi ko peechhe unke koolhon par aur zor se dabata hai.
Vishal (kaan mein garm saansen chhodte hue): "Lekin ek din... ek din aisa zaroor aayega jab tum khud tadapkar mere paas aaogi. Tumhe ye saari cheezen—apne is poore aalishan aur raseele jism ko mere hawale karna, mere is 10 inch ke auzaar ko apne andar lena aur mere saath bistar par nange hokar cheekhna... yeh sab apni marzi se aur apni khushi se mere saath karna padega. Main tumhe us mod par laakar khada kar doonga."
Vishal (man mein ammi ke badan ki khushboo aur garmaahat se andha hote hue): "Ufff, kya badan hai is aurat ka... itni umr mein bhi itni kasmasati jawani! Bohot jald iske is kaale suit aur laal undergarments ko utaarkar iski cheekhen nikaaloonga. Yeh tadpegi mere liye..."
Aisha Vishal ki is khaufnak aur uttejak baat ko sunkar andar tak kaamp jaati hain, lekin unke pairon ke beech ki halchal aur kaamuk pyaas ab unke hi kaabu se bahar ho rahi thi. Woh bhaari saansen lete hue bachi hui tasveeron ko delete karne ke liye screen par ungli maarti hai.
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Aisha ne bhaari kashmakash ke beech aakhirkaar un chhah sabse khatarnak tasveeron ko screen se mita diya. Woh rahat ki lambi saans leti hain aur Vishal ki taraf palat-ti hain, taki woh uska phone use waapas de sake.
Aisha (bhari aawaz mein haanfte hue, phone aage badhaate hue): "Ye lo... maine chhah tasveeren delete kar di hain. Ab mujhe jaane do... mera haath chhodo..."
Vishal phone toh waapas le leta hai, lekin ammi ko apni baanhon ke ghere se aazaad nahi karta. Uski saanwli, clean-shaved surat par ek behad kameeni aur kaamuk muskaan ubhar aati hai. Woh ammi ko apne aur kareeb kheenchta hai, jisse uska tana hua 10 inch ka ang unke badan se aur zor se takrata hai.
Vishal (ammi ke kaan ke paas apne hothon ko sataakar phusphusata hai): "Itni jaldi kya hai Aisha jaan... souda abhi khatam kahaan hua hai? Yeh toh bas shuruat thi."
Woh phone ki screen unke chehre ke saamne hilata hai, jahaan abhi bhi Saima ki kai aapattijanak tasveeren bachi hui hain.
Vishal (kaan mein garm saansen chhodte hue): "Dekho, is folder mein abhi bhi 21 tasveeren baaki hain... jinmein tumhari beti ki naadaniyan kaid hain. Kya tum unhein aise hi chhod kar chali jaogi? Agar tum chahti ho ki main tumhe ye saari bachi hui tasveeren bhi delete karne doon, toh meri ek chhoti si shart maanni hogi..."
Aisha ki aankhen dar aur bebasi se badi ho jaati hain. Vishal unke nange, chikne pet par rengte hue apne haath ko aur oopar le aata hai.
Vishal: "Shart ye hai... ki tumhe khud apne in raseele hothon se mujhse minnat karni hogi. Tumhe mujhse kehna hoga—'mera kaala suit utaar do Vishal ji...' aur jab main tumhara yeh suit badan se alag kar doon, aur tum sirf apni us surkh laal bra aur panty mein mere saamne khadi ho... tab tumhe mujhe apni poori deewangi aur junoon ke saath choomna hoga."
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