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Dono ek dum se pathar ki tarah jam gaye.
Menaka ne seedha hona shuru kiya, par Dara ne usko zor se wapas jhuka diya.
“Waise hi ruki reh!” usne sakht awaaz mein hukm diya. “Main dekh ke aata hoon kaun hai. Shayad Banke hoga.”
“Agar koi aur hua toh?” Menaka ki awaaz mein darr saaf jhalak raha tha. Uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Abhi abhi tak Dara uske andar tha, ab yeh doorbell… pakde jaane ka khayal aate hi uske pair kaanpne lage.
“Peephole se dekh lunga. Agar Banke nahi hua toh darwaza nahi kholunga. Jo bhi hoga soch ke chala jayega ki ghar mein koi nahi hai.”
“Theek… theek hai,” Menaka ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, par uska shareer ab bhi kaanp raha tha.
Dara nanga hi kitchen se bahar nikla, peeche se door band kar diya. Menaka hukm ke mutabik usi ghodi wali position mein jhuki rahi – gaand upar, haath peeche, apron ki strings uske wrists ke aas-paas ulajh gayi thi isliye woh freely move bhi nahi kar pa rahi thi. Uske andar abhi bhi Dara ka cum tha, thighs geeli thi.
Main living room ke camera pe shift ho gaya. Dara darwaze ke paas gaya aur peephole se dekha.
“What the hell…?” usne dheere se gaali di, aankhein peephole se chipki hui.
Woh ek kadam peeche hata, apne sar pe haath maara aur lambi saans li. Doorbell phir se baj uthi – is baar aur zor se. Dara ne majboori mein shoulders uthaye aur darwaza thoda sa khola.
“Tu??” bahar se ek familiar awaaz aayi – Vimla ki.
“Andar aa jaldi!” Dara ne apna sar bahar nikaal ke idhar-udhar dekha, phir darwaza poora khol diya.
Vimla andar aayi, chehre pe confusion saaf tha. Dara ne turant darwaza band kiya aur lock laga diya.
“Yahan kya kar rahi hai tu?” Dara ne dhamki bhare hue dheeme lekin khatarnak tone mein poocha. Uski aankhein gusse se laal thi. Usne abhi abhi jo mast chudai kar raha tha, usko beech mein interrupt karne wali yeh aurat ab uske saamne thi.
“Main??? Tu yahan kya kar raha hai?” chhoti si maid ne wapas sawal daaga.
“Nikal yahan se,” Dara ne kaha, awaaz mein clearly irritation thi.
“Main nahi jaungi jab tak memsaab se baat nahi kar leti. Unhone mere jobs kyun nikalwaye?” Vimla ne haath fold karke defiance dikhaya.
Kitchen ke camera pe main dekh raha tha. Meri biwi pehle toh hukm ke mutabik jhuki hui thi. Jaise hi main door khula, usne awaaz sun li. Dara ne kitchen ka door band kiya tha isliye clearly nahi samajh paayi kaun hai, par awaaz se saaf pata chal gaya ki koi aurat hai. Menaka ke chehre pe pura panic aa gaya.
“Oh god… oh god… oh god!” woh kitchen mein idhar-udhar ghoomne lagi, haath chhudane ki koshish karte hue. Apron ki strings uske wrists ko peeche se pakde hue thi, bilkul aise jaise bandhi ho. Woh zor-zor se jhatak rahi thi par chhut nahi rahe the.
“Please mat khulna… please koi na dekh le…” woh apne aap se hi phusphusa rahi thi. Uska chehra phika pad gaya tha. Pakde jaane ka darr uske pure body mein daud raha tha.
Living room mein meanwhile…
“Maine kaha tha na main dekh lunga,” Dara gusse se bola. Uske andar agni jal rahi thi. Abhi abhi tak Menaka ki geeli chut mein tha, uski gaand pe thappad maar raha tha, aur yeh saali aa gayi beech mein.
“Aur kaise dekhoge exactly? Kya… kya tune break-in kar liya hai?” Vimla ne last hissa shock mein dheeme se kaha.
“Kya bakwas kar rahi hai?!”
“Yahi tera plan hai kya? Revenge lene ke liye ghar mein ghusna aur… chori karna?”
“Nonsense mat bol!” Dara ne palat ke jawaab diya. Uska lund abhi bhi thoda hard tha, isliye usne jaldi se sofa se ek cushion uthake apne saamne kar liya.
“Phir tu yahan kyun hai? Aur memsaab kahan hai?”
Kitchen mein Menaka ab band door ke peeche kan laga ke khadi thi, bahar ki baatein sunne ki koshish mein. Par sirf murmurs hi sunai de rahe the. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki usko khud sunai de raha tha. Woh baar-baar apne haath chhudane ki koshish kar rahi thi, par strings aur tight hoti ja rahi thi.
Dara ne apne sar pe haath rakh liya. Soch raha tha is situation ko kaise handle kare. Secret rehna chahiye… bilkul secret. Agar Vimla ko pata chal gaya ki woh memsaab ko chod raha hai, toh sab kuch barbaad ho sakta hai.
“Dara, what the hell is going on?” Vimla ne phir se panicky whisper mein poocha.
“Ek minute chup kar!” Dara ne jhalla ke kaha. Aankhein gusse se dang thi. “Aur nikal yahan se. Baad mein explain karunga.”
Vimla ne move nahi kiya. Uske pair jam gaye the.
Dara andar hi andar jal raha tha. Usne jo mast session kar raha tha – Menaka ki cheekhein, uski tight chut, uska jhadna – sab beech mein kharab ho gaya. Aur ab yeh ladki yahan khadi hai.
Usne Vimla ko ghurte hue dheeme se kaha, “Agar tu abhi nahi gayi… toh main khud tujhe bahar phenkunga. Aur yaad rakh, jo bhi dekh rahi hai yahan… kisi ko mat batana. Samjhi?”
Kitchen ke andar Menaka ab almost ro padne wali thi. “Please Dara… please usko bhaga de…” woh bilkul dheeme se bol rahi thi, aankhein band kiye hue.
Menaka kitchen ke band darwaze ke peeche khadi thi, kaan chipkaye hue. Uska poora shareer kaanp raha tha.
Andar se ek hi awaaz ghoom rahi thi…
Nahi… nahi… nahi… yeh nahi ho sakta.
Uske haath ab bhi peeche bandhe hue the apron ki strings se. Woh jitna jhatakti, strings aur tight hoti jaati. Uske boobs ab bhi nange the, nipples abhi bhi hard – thand se nahi, darr aur abhi thodi der pehle ki bachi hui garmi se. Thighs ke beech se Dara ka cum ab bhi dheere-dheere tapak raha tha, aur har tapak ke saath usko yaad aa raha tha ki woh abhi abhi kya kar rahi thi.
Agar Vimla andar aa gayi… agar usne mujhe aise dekh liya…
Uske dimaag mein ek ke baad ek photo flash hone lagi.
Vimla ki aankhein uski nangi gaand pe.
Uske thighs pe white cum ke nishaan.
Apron jo ab sirf uske pet tak tha.
Aur sabse badi baat – Dara ka nanga shareer living room mein.
Main kaise explain karungi? Kya bolungi?
Dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki usko lag raha tha bahar tak awaaz ja rahi hogi. Saans lene mein takleef ho rahi thi. Gale mein ek gathi si atak gayi thi.
Ayan… agar Ayan ko pata chal gaya…
Yeh sochte hi uski aankhein bhar aayi. Beta college mein hai, bechara. Agar yeh scandal bahar aa gaya toh uska kya hoga? Society mein? Building mein? Prakash… Prakash ko toh pata hi nahi ki uski biwi kitni gir chuki hai.
Main kya ban gayi hoon?
Thodi der pehle tak woh Dara ke lund pe tadap rahi thi, usse bol rahi thi “pel… zor se… meri chut teri hai”. Ab wahi aurat kitchen mein band hai, haath peeche bandhe, cum leke khadi hai, aur bahar uski sexual rival khadi hai.
Panic ab pure body mein daud raha tha.
Haath aur jhatke usne. Strings ne wrists kaatna shuru kar diya. Dard ho raha tha, par dard se zyada darr tha.
Dara please… please usko bhaga de. Mujhe mat pakadwa.
Woh darwaze ke peeche kan lagaaye khadi thi. Bahar se sirf dheemi awaazein aa rahi thi – Dara ki gusse wali, Vimla ki tez. Saaf nahi sunai de raha tha, aur yahi cheez usko paagal kar rahi thi.
Kya Vimla jaa rahi hai? Ya andar aa rahi hai?
Ek second ke liye usne socha ki agar woh abhi chilla de… “Dara! Bahar nikal usko!” – par phir turant khayal aaya ki uski awaaz sunte hi Vimla samajh jayegi ki memsaab ghar mein hai, aur phir darwaza kholne pe majboor ho jayega Dara.
Nahi. Chup. Bilkul chup.
Usne apne hoth kaat liye. Aankhein band kar li. Andar hi andar dua maangne lagi.
Bhagwan, please… aaj bach jaaun. Phir kabhi nahi karungi. Promise.
Par uske shareer ne usse jhooth bolte pakad liya. Kyunki darr ke saath-saath, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi. Dara ke dhakkon ki yaad ab bhi uske andar thi. Panic aur residual arousal ka ajeeb sa mix ban gaya tha.
Woh dheere se floor pe baith gayi, peeth darwaze se lagi hue. Haath ab bhi peeche. Sar apne ghutnon pe rakh liya.
Agar pakdi gayi… toh sab kuch khatam. Shaadi, izzat, Ayan… sab.
Bahar se Dara ki awaaz thodi tez hui. Menaka ki saans ruk gayi.
Ab kya hoga?
Uske andar ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi –
Main is gande khel mein itni deep aa chuki hoon… ab nikalna mushkil hai.
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Kitchen mein Menaka abhi bhi darwaze se kaan chipkaye khadi thi. Usne position change karni chahi, par haath peeche bandhe hone ki wajah se balance bigad gaya. Pair phisalte hi uska body darwaze se takra gaya.
Darwaza lock nahi tha.
Crrreeeaaakkk…
Ahista se darwaza khul gaya.
Living room mein khade Dara aur Vimla dono jhatke se us taraf dekhne lage.
Aur phir… unki aankhon ke saamne woh nazaara aa gaya.
Meri biwi.
Almost nangi.
Blue apron jo ab sirf pet tak tha, uske neeche se bade-bade flour lage hue boobs bahar latak rahe the. Nipples abhi bhi hard, body pe aate ke ched, thighs geeli, aur haath peeche apron ki strings se bandhe hue.
Gaand pe abhi bhi thappad ke laal nishaan.
Vimla ki aankhein badi ho gayi jaise koi saucer. Muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Shock se uska chehra sukh gaya.
High-class, padhi-likhi, shaadi-shuda memsaab… is haalat mein. Haath bandhe, body messy, bilkul aisi jaise abhi abhi kisi ne usko ache se pela ho.
Menaka ka chehra dekh ke hi samajh aa raha tha. Uski aankhon mein pura dahshat tha… aur uske saath ek gehra, jalta hua sharm.
Woh turant kitchen ke sabse door wale kone mein bhag ke chali gayi, peeth deewar se chipka ke. Aankhein neeche, zameen pe. Uske andar ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi —
Main kya ban gayi hoon… yeh kya haalat ho gayi meri…
Dara wahi khada reh gaya. Chehre pe irritation thi. Jo do auratein woh alag-alag chod raha tha, ab dono saamne aa gayi thi.
Vimla pehle shock se nikli.
“OH MY GOD!! TUNE USKE SAATH KYA KIYA HAI???” usne cheekhte hue kaha.
Woh kitchen ki taraf bhaagni wali thi, par Dara ne usko peeche se pakad liya.
“Chup kar!” Dara ne usko apni baahon mein jakad liya.
“MAIN YEAH NAHI CHAHTI THI! MAINE NAHI CHAHA THA KI TU USKO BANG KARE!”
“Ab saali chup ho jaayegi?!” Dara ne usko dheere-dheere kitchen ki taraf kheenchte hue kaha. “Main usko bang nahi kar raha.”
Menaka kone mein kaanp rahi thi. Itni zyada kaanp rahi thi ki uske boobs hil rahe the. Aate aur paseene milke ab sticky ho gaye the uske tits pe. Aankhon mein paani aa gaya tha, par woh zameen se nazar nahi hata pa rahi thi.
Sharm aati hai… itni sharm aati hai… kaash zameen phat jaaye aur main sama jaaun.
Vimla ab bhi Dara ki pakad se chhutne ki koshish kar rahi thi.
“Memsaab! Aap theek ho na memsaab? Usne aapke saath kya kiya? Bhagwan… kya kiya usne aapse?”
Menaka ne kuch nahi bola. Sirf neeche dekhti rahi. Uski khamoshi mein hi saari sharm samayi hui thi.
Dara ka sabr jawaab de gaya. Usne Vimla ko chhoda aur ek zor ka back-hand thappad uske muh pe mara.
“SLAP!”
Vimla ki awaaz ruk gayi. Usne haath apne jalan bhare gaal pe rakh liya. Menaka aur zyada kaanpne lagi, par chup rahi. Uski sharm ab itni badh chuki thi ki bolna bhi mushkil ho raha tha.
Dara ne Vimla ke baal pakad liye.
“Ab chup rahegi aur mujhe explain karne degi?”
Vimla ne sir hilaya.
“Theek hai.” Dara ne uske baal chhode aur gusse se bola, “Saala kya bakchodi ho gayi hai aaj!”
Woh Menaka ki taraf muda.
“Memsaab… tum usse batana chahti ho?”
Menaka ne sirf apni aankhein aur neeche jhuka li. Aankhon se ek aansu gir gaya, flour lage boob pe.
Main kaise bolun… main kaise bolun ki main raazi thi… ki main uske lund pe tadap rahi thi…
Dara ne saans bhar ke kaha, “Kam se kam itna toh bol do ki yeh bang nahi hai.”
Vimla ne ab thodi himmat ki.
“Phir yeh kya hai?”
Dara ne shoulders uthaye, halka sa muskuraya aur seedha bol diya —
“Memsaab aur main… hum wohi kar rahe the jo tu aur main karte hain.”
Kitchen mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi fail gayi.
Menaka ki aankhein band ho gayi. Sharm ke maare uska chehra laal ho chuka tha. Woh chahti thi ki kahin ghayab ho jaaye… par ab sab ke saamne thi.
Menaka kone mein khadi thi, aankhein band, saans short-short le rahi thi.
Andar se ek hi cheez bar-bar chillla rahi thi —
Sharm… itni sharm aa rahi hai ki main mar jaaun.
Uske boobs ab bhi nange the, aate aur paseene se chipchipaye hue. Thighs ke beech se ab bhi Dara ka cum dheere-dheere tapak raha tha, aur har tapak usko yaad dila raha tha ki thodi der pehle woh kya kar rahi thi.
Gaand pe thappad ke nishaan ab bhi jalan kar rahe the. Haath peeche bandhe hue. Aur saamne… Vimla.
Woh Vimla jisse woh jealous hoti thi. Jisse woh neecha samajhti thi. Jisse usne jobs nikalwane ki koshish ki thi.
Aur aaj wahi Vimla usko is haalat mein dekh rahi thi.
Main kya ban gayi hoon…
Uske dimaag mein pehle wali Menaka flash hui — woh jo high-class society mein baat karti thi, jo saree mein perfect dikhti thi, jo logon ko smile dekar “everything is fine” bolti thi. Jo apne beta ke liye perfect mummy banne ki koshish karti thi.
Jo Prakash ke saamne demure biwi thi.
Aur ab?
Apron se nange boobs jhalak rahe hain. Body pe kisi aur mard ke kaatne aur thappad ke nishaan hain.
Chut ke andar ab bhi us watchman ka maal bhara hua hai. Aur haath peeche bandhe hue, bilkul aise jaise koi sasti randi ho.
Randii… haan, main ab randi hi toh ban gayi hoon.
Yeh sochte hi uske gale mein kuch atak gaya. Aankhon se aansu nikal aaye, par woh ro bhi nahi paayi zor se.
Sharm itni thi ki awaaz nikalne se bhi darr lag raha tha.
Vimla kya soch rahi hogi? Ki memsaab bhi unhi jaisi hai? Ki main bhi uske aadmi ke lund pe tadapti hoon?
Aur sach toh yahi tha.
Woh tadapti thi.
Woh maza leti thi.
Woh khud apron pehen ke uska wait karti thi.
Woh khud bolti thi “pel zor se… meri chut teri hai”.
Ab jab sab saamne aa gaya, toh wahi baatein usko andar se khaa rahi thi.
Prakash… agar usne kabhi dekh liya…
Sirf soch se hi uska pet sikud gaya. Ayan ka chehra aankhon ke saamne aa gaya. college bag, doodh peete hue, “Mamma” bolte hue.
Agar yeh scandal bahar aa gaya toh us beta ki kya izzat bachegi?
Mainne sab kuch daav pe laga diya… ek watchman ke lund ke liye.
Sharm ab gusse mein badal rahi thi — khud par gussa.
Kaise itni neeche gir gayi main? Kab control chhoot gaya? Pehli baar jab Dara ne mujhe chuua tha, tab kyun nahi rok liya maine khud ko?
Uske nipples ab bhi hard the. Sharm ke saath-saath body ab bhi thodi si yaad kar rahi thi woh dhakke, woh jeebh, woh zor se pakadna. Yeh physical yaad usko aur sharminda kar rahi thi. Jaise uska shareer bhi uske khilaaf gawahi de raha ho.
Woh chahti thi ki zameen phat jaaye.
Woh chahti thi ki woh kahin ghayab ho jaaye.
Woh chahti thi ki Vimla ne kabhi na dekha ho.
Par sab dekh chuka tha.
Dara ne abhi abhi saaf bol diya tha — “Hum wohi kar rahe the jo tu aur main karte hain.”
Har lafz uske seene mein chubh raha tha.
Haan… main bhi wahi karti hoon. Main bhi uski randi hoon. Ab chhupane ki koi jagah nahi bachi.
Usne aankhein aur tight band kar li. Ek aur aansu gird gaya.
Andar se sirf ek hi dua nikal rahi thi —
Bas ab khatam ho jaaye yeh. Mujhe aur mat niharo. Mujhe aur mat sharminda mat karo.
Par sharm toh ab uske andar bas chuki thi.
Aur woh jaanti thi… yeh sharm aaj se uske saath hi rahegi.
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“Kya?” Vimla ka chehra confusion se bhar gaya. “Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha.”
Dara ne ek pair pe weight daal ke apna poora swagger wapas le liya. Ab uske chehre pe wohi purana confident, thoda ghamandi expression aa gaya tha.
“Samajhne layak kya hai yahan? Seedhi baat hai. Main memsaab ko chodta hoon. Aur yeh bhi maza leti hai.”
Vimla ki aankhein phail gayi. “Ruko… tu aur yeh? Aur… apni marzi se?” Uske awaaz mein vishwaas nahi ho raha tha.
Woh baar-baar Menaka ko dekh rahi thi — uski nangi body, lage boobs, bandhe haath, thighs pe cum ke nishaan — aur phir Dara ko.
Ek buddha sa watchman, aur yeh itni sundar, high-class aurat.
Dara ne Menaka ki taraf dekha, awaaz mein thoda sa edge laate hue bola, “Bata usse, memsaab.”
Menaka ne aankhein neeche kiye hue dheere se sir hilaya. Uski sharm ab hadd paar kar chuki thi. Woh chahti thi ki Dara bas chup ho jaaye, par woh toh ab shuru hi hua tha.
“Kab se yeh sab chal raha hai???” Vimla ne almost cheekhte hue poocha.
Dara hans pada. Ab toh woh fully apne element mein aa gaya tha. Woh Vimla ke saamne thoda sa walk karne laga, jaise koi story suna raha ho.
“Actual sex… bas do din pehle shuru hua. Par usse pehle se hi kaafi kuch chal raha tha. Jab isne humein roof pe pakda tha na, uske thodi der baad se. Actually isne humein ek baar aur bhi pakda tha pehle, tujhe pata nahi tha.”
Vimla ka chehra ab embarrassment aur jalan dono se laal ho raha tha. Woh Menaka ko dekh rahi thi jaise uspe yakeen na ho.
Dara jaari raha, ab toh poora detail mein boasting karne laga.
“Pehli baar jab isne mujhe apne bedroom mein mauka diya, toh main soch bhi nahi sakta tha ki itni badi memsaab itni geeli ho sakti hai. Bed pe ghodi bana ke choda tha. Cheekhein nikaal di thi iske. Phir living room mein sofe pe bhi kiya, zameen pe bhi. Aaj subah bhi… kitchen mein hi pel diya. Dekh le, abhi bhi iske thighs pe mera maal laga hua hai.”
Menaka ki aankhein aur neeche jhuk gayi. Har lafz uske liye thappad ki tarah pad raha tha. Uske kaan garam ho gaye the. Woh andar hi andar sidhi hoti ja rahi thi.
Chup kar… please chup kar… itna mat bata…
Par Dara rukne wala nahi tha.
“Itni sundar aurat, itni classy… aur mere jaise watchman ke lund pe tadapti hai. Kabhi socha tha kya tune? Ki yeh memsaab bhi raat ko meri randi ban jaati hai? Gaand pe thappad maango, baal kheecho, muh chodo. Bilkul waisi hi hai jaise tu hoti hai… bas body zyada soft aur mehengi hai.”
Vimla munh khole usko dekh rahi thi. Uske dimaag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi — yeh buddha, yeh ordinary sa watchman, kaise is itni khoobsurat aurat ko seduce kar gaya? Kaise isne high-class memsaab ko apne neeche jhuka liya?
Menaka ab almost kaamp rahi thi sharm se. Har word uske seene mein chubh raha tha. Woh apne aap ko itna sasta, itna giri hui mehsoos kar rahi thi ki usko saans lene mein bhi takleef ho rahi thi.
Aakhir mein usne bilkul dheemi, kaampi hui awaaz mein kaha,
“Mera… mera haath toh khol do.”
Uski awaaz mein bheekh thi, sharm thi, aur ek gehri thakan thi.
“Mera haath toh khol do,” Menaka ne bilkul dheemi awaaz mein kaha. Uski nazar ab bhi zameen pe thi.
“Thodi der baad,” Dara ne pure ghamand se jawab diya. Phir woh seedha uske paas chala gaya. Usne bilkul shameless tarike se uske nipples ko ungli se flick kiya — ek baar, do baar — jaise koi apni cheez chhoo raha ho.
“Yeh memsaab ka husband mahino door rehta hai ship pe. Jab pehli baar isne humein roof pe pakda tha, tab isko jo dikha… woh pasand aa gaya. Isko bhi taste chahiye tha.”
Phir Dara ne Vimla ki taraf dekha aur bina kisi sharm ke bolna shuru kar diya, jaise koi story suna raha ho:
“Iske boobs dekh… kitne bade aur soft hain. Jab bhi muh mein leta hoon, poora bhar jaata hai. Nipples itne sensitive hain ki halka sa kaatun toh yeh tadapne lagti hai. Gaand? Haan bhaisaab, bilkul gol aur tight. Jab peeche se thappad maarta hoon toh laal ho jaati hai aur yeh aur geeli ho jaati hai. Aur chut… saali itni tight aur garam hai ki lagta hai pehli baar kisi ne choda ho. Do din mein kitni baar pela hai isko… sofa pe, kitchen counter pe, shack mein, standing, ghodi bana ke, godi mein utha ke. Kabhi iske muh mein daala, kabhi gaand ke bilkul paas le jaake dhamkaya. Aur har baar yeh jhadti hai. Cheekhein nikaalti hai. ‘Zor se pel… meri chut teri hai’ bolti hai.”
Menaka ki aankhein sharm se band ho gayi. Har lafz uske liye agni ki tarah tha. Uska chehra laal se laal ho gaya tha.
“Memsaab?” Vimla ki awaaz mein ab saaf taana tha, almost ghin ke saath.
Menaka ab bhi Vimla ki aankhon mein nahi dekh pa rahi thi. Vimla usko gusse se ghoor rahi thi. Phir achanak uske aankhon se aansu nikal aaye aur woh rone lagi.
Dara turant uske paas gaya, console karne ke liye.
“Toh… toh… tu mujhe dhoka de raha tha?” Vimla ek dum se bhadak uthi aur Dara ke seene pe mukke lagane lagi.
“Arre arre, shaant ho ja,” Dara ne uske kandhe pakad liye. Chhoti-moti mukke uspar koi asar nahi kar rahe the.
“Itne din se… jo-jo baatein tu mujhse karta tha…” Vimla rote-rote bol rahi thi.
Menaka ne aakhir mein sar uthaya aur un dono ko dekha.
“Woh saari baatein main toh karta tha. Ab bhi karta hoon,” Dara ne dheere se kaha aur Vimla ko kiss karne ki koshish ki, par usne munh pher liya.
“Tu ne kaha tha main apne pati ko chhod doon… tu ne kaha tha tu mujhse pyar karta hai!”
“Karta hoon! Bohot pyar karta hoon!” Dara ne bilkul sincere awaaz mein kaha. “Aur tujhe apne daru peene wale pati ko chhod hi dena chahiye.”
Us waqt sirf main hi dekh paya Menaka ke chehre pe jo gehra udasi ka expression aaya. Jab Dara ne Vimla se kaha “I love you”, toh Menaka ke andar jalan aur jealousy ka ek tezz dard sa utra. Uske liye Dara ab sirf ek fuck-buddy nahi raha tha — yeh baat ab saaf ho gayi thi.
Vimla ne ghin bhari nazar se Menaka ki taraf dekha.
“Usse chhod ke tere saath raho… jab tu uske saath so raha hai? Main usse kaise compete karun? Dekh toh uski milky white skin… aur woh bade-bade boobs. Main kya uske saamne?”
Dara ne dono auraton ko ek-ek karke dekha. Uske chehre pe ab ek ajeeb sa control wala expression tha — jaise woh jaanta ho ki ab dono hi uske haath mein hain.
Main dekh raha tha Dara ne jealousy ka kaisa tight jaal buna tha. Dono auratein ek dusre se extreme jealous thi — sirf is lowly watchman ki wajah se. Apni saari sexual adventures mein bhi maine aisa level kabhi achieve nahi kiya tha.
Dara ne ek haath se Vimla ke gaal pe dhyaan se haath pherte hue kaha, aur doosre haath se bilkul openly
Menaka ke boobs pe chala gaya. Usne uske ek bade boob ko pakda, masla, aur nipple ko ungliyon ke beech leke dheere-dheere press kiya — bilkul Vimla ke saamne.
“Haan, iska body toh kamaal ka hai. Itne bade aur soft boobs… dekh kaise fit ho jaate hain mere haath mein.” Usne Menaka ke doosre boob ko bhi pakad liya aur dono ko ek saath dabaaya, thoda upar uthaya, jaise Vimla ko dikha raha ho. “Par iske paas husband bhi hai, beta bhi hai. Yeh memsaab hai, main watchman. Iske aur mere beech mein jo hai… woh sirf physical hai. Jo tere aur mere beech hai… woh asli hai!”
Menaka ki saans ruk gayi. Dara ke haath uske nange boobs pe the, Vimla dekh rahi thi, aur woh kuch kar nahi pa rahi thi kyunki haath ab bhi peeche bandhe the. Sharm aur gusse se uska chehra laal ho gaya.
Vimla ke aankhon mein jalan saaf dikh rahi thi. Dara jaan-bujh ke Menaka ke nipples ko pinch kar raha tha, thoda kheench raha tha, taaki Vimla dekh ke andar se jale.
“Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha,” Vimla phir se rote hue boli. Uski nazar Menaka ke boobs pe hi atki hui thi, jahan Dara ke haath ghum rahe the.
“Kyun nahi? Bas aise soch ki memsaab bhi hamare sexual games ki ek participant hai. Maine toh Banke se bhi tujhe chudwaya tha, tab tujhe koi problem nahi hui thi.”
“Woh… woh sirf maza ke liye tha,” Vimla ne defensive tone mein kaha.
Usne sar uthaya aur Menaka se aankhein milaayi. Dono ek dusre ko ghoorne lagi. Yeh do auratein — ek high-class, gori, bhari-puran body wali memsaab, doosri dusky, patli maid — dono ko Dara chod chuka tha.
Aur Banke bhi. Ab dono ki aankhon mein ek dusre ke liye ghin, jalan aur ek ajeeb si samajh thi.
Dara ne tab bhi Menaka ke boobs nahi chhode. Ulta usne thoda aur openly khelna shuru kar diya — unhe gol-gol ghumana, nipples ko thumb se ragadna — bilkul is liye taaki Vimla ki jealousy aur badhe.
“Yeh bhi bas wahi hai,” Dara bola.
“MERA HAATH ABHI KHOL!” Menaka aakhir mein cheekh uthi. Uske awaaz mein saaf resentment aur beizzati thi. “Yeh mera ghar hai! Tu mujhe aise treat nahi kar sakta!”
Dara ne Menaka ki taraf dekha, uske boobs ab bhi apne haath mein liye hue, aur dheere se muskuraya.
“Theek hai, jaldi khol dunga. Par pehle ek masla hal karna hai.”
Uske haath ab bhi Menaka ke boobs pe the, aur Vimla ki aankhon mein pure jalan ke saath-saath ek naya sawal bhi aa gaya tha — ki ab yeh aadmi kya karne wala hai.
“Kya?” Menaka ne almost thookte hue kaha.
“Vimla ke building wale jobs.”
Menaka chup reh gayi, par uske chehre pe turant guilt aa gaya. Vimla ne bhi dekh liya.
“Toh tumne hi karwaya tha, memsaab?” usne shock mein poocha.
“Mujhe nahi pata tum kya bak rahi ho,” Menaka ne weak awaaz mein kaha. Yakeen bilkul nahi ho raha tha uski baat ka.
Dara ab dheere-dheere uske kareeb aa raha tha. Uski aankhein Menaka ke nange, aate lage boobs pe atak gayi thi. Thodi der pehle jo gussa tha, usme ab ek naya rang mix ho raha tha — bhook.
“Sach? Hum dono jab chodte hain, tab tu baar-baar Vimla ke baare mein jealous hoke baatein karti hai.
Mujhse promise karwati hai ki main usse phir nahi milunga. Aur do din baad uske jobs chale jaate hain. Yeh sab coincidence hai?”
Menaka ne bas shoulders uthaye. Uske flour-smeared boobs hil uthe. Dara ki nazar wahi ruk gayi. Usne jeebh se apne hoth geele kiye.
“Tune un logon ko bataya tha?” Dara ne seedha poocha. Ab uski awaaz thodi bhaari ho chuki thi. “Itni jealous thi Vimla se ki uski rozi-roti kharab karne ki koshish ki?”
“Woh… mujhse jealous thi?” Vimla ne vishwaas na hote hue poocha.
Thodi der khamoshi rahi. Menaka un dono ko ghoor rahi thi.
“Tu ameer bigdi hui aurat!” Dara gusse se aage badha, par uske haath pehle se hi Menaka ke boobs ki taraf ja rahe the. “Tujhe pata hai main bhi nokri se nikal sakta hoon?”
Usne ek haath se Menaka ke baal pakad ke kheenche, aur doosre haath se uska right nipple itna zor se pinch kiya ki Menaka chillla uthi.
“Aahh!! Mat kar!”
Dara ne chhoda nahi. Ulta doosra nipple bhi pakad liya aur usko bhi pinch kiya. Uske apne jeans mein ab hilna shuru ho gaya tha. Yeh dard aur power ka mix usko phir se horny kar raha tha.
“Kyun nahi nikalunga???” usne nipples ko aur press karte hue poocha.
“Kyunki… maine unhe tere baare mein nahi bataya!” Menaka dard se cheekhti hui boli.
Main soch raha tha ki jaaun ka ab, par scene itna tight tha ki main chipka raha.
“Matlab?”
“Pehle mera haath khol!”
“Pehle bol!” Dara ne apna chehra uske bilkul kareeb le aaya aur dheeme se dhamkaya. Uski saans Menaka ke boobs pe pad rahi thi.
“Theek hai… theek hai… bas dard mat de,” Menaka ab almost rone wali thi.
Dara ne uske nipples chhod diye, par haath hataaye nahi. Bas halka sa sehlane laga, jaise ab maza le raha ho.
“Bol.”
Menaka ne kuch seconds gehre saans liye, phir boli:
“Haan… maine un do neighbors ko bata diya tha ki maine Vimla ko do baar roof pe sex karte dekha hai. Par yeh nahi bataya ki tere saath tha. Maine kaha kisi anjaan aadmi ke saath tha.”
Vimla tartly boli, “Toh is tarah meri naukri chali jaaye, aur tujhe yeh aadmi akele mil jaaye?”
Menaka ne bas sir hilaya.
“Kya bakwas aurat hai yeh!” Vimla ne gaali di.
Main bhi andar hi andar se sehmat tha. Kissi ki rozi-roti sirf apni jealousy aur sexual insecurity ke liye kharab kar dena… yeh level main Menaka mein expect nahi karta tha.
Teenon kuch der chup chaap ek dusre ko dekhte rahe. Menaka ka expression ab darr se badal kar guilt aur thakan mein aa gaya tha.
Dara ne aakhir mein kaha, awaaz mein ab saaf lust bhi mix thi:
“Hal toh simple hai. Memsaab, kyunki yeh gandagi tune failayi hai, toh ab tu Vimla ko apni maid rakh. Double pay pe.”
“Kya?” Menaka chillaayi.
“Kyaa?!” Vimla bhi boli. “Main is kutti ke yahan kaam nahi karungi!”
“Kyun nahi?” Dara ne poocha. Uske haath phir se Menaka ke boobs pe chal rahe the — ab halka masal raha tha, jaan-bujh ke.
“Kyunki yeh kutti hai,” Vimla gusse se boli.
“Please… ab mera haath khol do,” Menaka ne almost bheekh maangi. “Ungliyon mein feeling nahi bachi.”
“Haan haan…”
Dara ne aakhir mein apron ki knot kholi. Menaka ke haath aage aaye aur usne apne wrists ko sehlana shuru kiya. Aise karte hue uske boobs phir se hilne lage.
Vimla ki nazar wahi chali gayi.
Aur Dara ne dekh liya ki Vimla dekh rahi hai.
Uske chehre pe ek dheemi, gandi si muskurahat aa gayi. Jeans ke andar ab uska lund poora tight ho chuka tha. Yeh dono auratein, yeh tension, yeh power… sab milke usko phir se Menaka ke liye bhookha kar raha tha.
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“Vimla, main memsaab ke boobs se yeh aata chaat ke saaf karne wala hoon.”
“Kya?” Vimla aur Menaka dono ek saath bol padi.
Dara bilkul cool awaaz mein bola, par uski aankhein Menaka ke bade boobs pe chipki hui thi. Uska lund ab jeans mein dubara tight hone laga tha.
“Tum dono ke beech mein jealousy aur gussa khatam karne ka best tarika yahi hai ki hum teenon saath khelein. Koi jalan nahi, koi gussa nahi. Isliye main iske bade-bade boobs chaatunga.”
“Pagal ho gaya hai kya tu?” Vimla ne munh banaya.
“Yeh bakwas hai,” Menaka ne kaha.
Par Dara ne kuch nahi suna. Woh kamar se jhuka, munh khola, aur seedha Menaka ke boobs pe jeebh ferne laga. Aate ko dheere-dheere chaat raha tha, nipple ke aas-paas ghumata hua, kabhi poora nipple muh mein leke choosta hua. Uske chehre pe bilkul bhookha expression tha.
“Ruko!” Menaka ne jhatke se peeche hatte hue kaha jab uski jeebh uske nipple pe lagi. “Yeh bahut zyada ho raha hai.”
“Main bhi sehmat hoon,” Vimla boli.
Dara ne sir uthaya, hoth geele the aate se. Uski awaaz ab thodi bhaari aur coaxing thi.
“Arre ladies, kabhi socha nahi kya kisi aur aurat ke saath hone ka? Fantasize nahi kiya?”
“NAHI!” dono ne ek saath zor se kaha.
“Main ne kiya hai,” Dara bola, ab uski nazar phir Menaka ke boobs pe thi. “Do auraton ke saath… jab woh ek dusre ko pleasure de rahi hon, aur main unhe dekhun aur chodun.”
“Isliye kyunki tu pagal hai,” Menaka ne kaha.
Phir, shayad isliye ki Dara dobara uske boobs pe hamla na kar de, woh sink ke paas chali gayi aur jaldi-jaldi paani se apne boobs dhone lagi. Paani uske nipples se tapak raha tha, boobs adhe geele, chamakte hue. Ab woh pehle se bhi zyada inviting lag rahe the.
Dara dekhte hi reh gaya. Uske jeans mein ab clearly tight khada ho chuka tha. Woh apni jeebh se hoth chaat raha tha.
Menaka ne jaise hi boobs saaf kiye, apron se unhe dhak liya, string baandhi, aur kitchen se bahar nikalne lagi.
Dara ne turant uska wrist pakad liya.
“Kahan ja rahi hai tu?”
“Kapde pehne!” Menaka ne haath jhatak liya. “Tum dono chale jao yahan se.”
Woh bedroom ki taraf chal di. Chalte waqt uski badi gaand apron ke neeche se hil rahi thi — left-right, soft aur bhaari.
Dara ki aankhein wahi atak gayi. Woh openly uski gaand dekh raha tha, munh thoda khula hua, jaise phir se bhookh lag gayi ho.
Vimla ne dekh liya ki Dara kis nazar se Menaka ki gaand dekh raha hai. Uske chehre pe phir se jalan aa gayi. Itni sundar body, itni soft gaand, itne bade boobs… aur Dara ka poora dhyaan wahi tha.
Dara ab bhi Menaka ko jaate hue dekh raha tha, ek haath se apne jeans ke upar se lund adjust karte hue. Uska dimaag phir se usi memsaab ki nangi body pe ghoomne laga tha.
Meri biwi zor se bedroom mein gayi aur peeche se darwaza band kar liya. Phir bed pe baith gayi, dono haath muh pe rakh liye aur dheere-dheere se rone lagi. Mujhe uske liye bura toh laga, par saath hi yeh bhi laga ki yeh mess uske liye thoda deserved hai. Vimla jaisi gareeb aurat ki naukri nikalwana bohot petty baat thi. Thodi si saza milni chahiye thi usko… bas hadd ke andar.
Main itna apni biwi ko dekhne mein digya hua tha ki living room mein jo ho raha tha, uspe dhyan hi nahi gaya pehle.
Dara ne Vimla ko wahan kheench liya tha aur uske kapde utaar raha tha.
“Tujhe pakka yakeen hai yeh theek hai?” Vimla kamzor se protest kar rahi thi jab uska salwar-kurta utar raha tha.
“Chup kar!” Dara ne gusse aur bhookh se bhari awaaz mein kaha. Ab uska poora control lust ne le liya tha.
Jaldi hi usne chhoti si maid ko bilkul nanga kar diya. Usne Vimla ko sofa pe dhakel diya aur khud uski taangon ke beech zameen pe baith gaya. Thodi der mein maid ki moans nikalne lagi jab Dara uski clit chaatne aur choosne laga — bilkul bhookhe kutte ki tarah.
Menaka ne is beech apna apron utaar diya tha. Usne t-shirt, loose shorts aur bra pehan liya tha. Achanak living room se aa rahi moans uske kaan mein padi. Usne maatha sikaoda aur bedroom se bahar nikal aayi.
“Yeh kya bakchodi hai?” usne cheekhte hue kaha. “Maine kaha tha dono nikal jao yahan se!”
Vimla thodi tension mein aa gayi, par Dara ne meri biwi ki taraf dekha bhi nahi. Woh apni jeebh se Vimla ki hairy chut chaat raha tha, choos raha tha, kabhi clit ko muh mein leke kheench raha tha. Uske chehre pe sirf pure hawas thi.
“DARA!” Menaka ne phir se zor se chillaya, par koi asar nahi hua.
Ab ball Menaka ke court mein thi. Aam taur pe agar ghar mein unwanted log hon toh watchman ko bulate hain. Jab watchman khud unwanted ho, toh kise bulaye? Neighbors? security officer? Par meri biwi itni samajhdar thi ki jaanti thi aisa step lene se public humiliation pakki hai.
Woh wahi khadi reh gayi, baahen fold kiye hue, andar se jalti hui, living room ka yeh ganda scene dekhte hue.
Kuch minute baad Dara ne jeebh hatayi, hoth geele the Vimla ke ras se. Usne Menaka ki taraf dekha aur bhaari, horny awaaz mein bola:
“Sharma mat memsaab… wahan se jhaankti reh. Yeh kuch aisa nahi jo tu pehle na dekh chuki ho. Mujhe audience se koi problem nahi… ulte maza aata hai. Idhar aa, kareeb se dekh.”
Uske alfaz ke saath uski aankhein Menaka ke body pe ghum rahi thi — uske shorts mein bandi gaand, t-shirt ke neeche boobs ka shape. Dara ab bohot zyada horny tha. Vimla ki chut chaatte hue bhi uska dimaag Menaka pe hi ghoom raha tha.
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Meri biwi ne ek gehri saans li aur dheere-dheere sofa ki taraf chal di. Vimla sofa pe taangein failaye leti thi aur Dara uske saamne ghutnon ke bal tha. Woh phir se uski clit chaatne laga aur Vimla ki moans nikalne lagi.
Menaka us sofa ke bagal wale love-seat pe baith gayi aur dekhne lagi. Saaf tha ki usme bhi ek voyeuristic side hai. Waise bhi in dono ko aise karte dekhna hi toh kuch hafte pehle uske andar ki aag ka spark bana tha.
Vimla zyadatar aankhein band kiye maza le rahi thi. Shayad audience hone ki sharm thi, par Dara ke control mein itni thi ki protest nahi kar paayi. Kabhi-kabhi aankhein kholti aur Menaka ko dekh ti. Aankhein milti, phir dono nazar hata leti. Par time ke saath dono is situation ke aadi hone lagi thi.
“Unnnhhh… unnnhhh!!” Vimla ne nasal awaaz mein moan kiya jab uska orgasm aaya. Maine notice kiya ki maid, shayad Menaka ki wajah se, zyada zor se nahi chillayi. Bohot restrained reaction tha.
Phir Dara utha aur apni pants utaar di. Uska mota, khada lund jhatke se bahar aa gaya.
“Tera number next, memsaab?”
Meri biwi ne bas sir hila diya.
“Arre yaar!” Dara uske paas aaya, lund hilta hua.
Menaka thodi si peeche ko sarak gayi.
“Mujhe mat chhoo!” usne resentful awaaz mein kaha.
“Kam se kam thoda chus le… jaise tu itna pasand karti hai.” Usne uske baal pakad ke uska muh apne lund ki taraf kheenchne ki koshish ki.
Par Menaka ne hoth kas ke band rakhe. Dara ne apne mote lund se uske gaalon pe do-teen baar thappad maare, phir baal chhod diye.
“Itna fight kyun kar rahi hai?” Dara ne poocha.
“Narak mein jaa!” Menaka ne gusse se jawaab diya.
Dara ne shoulders uthaye aur wapas Vimla ki taraf chala gaya. Maid yeh sab dekh rahi thi — uske chehre pe shock aur ek tarah ki jeet ka mix tha. Bitchy memsaab ko humiliate hote dekh ke usko maza aa raha tha.
Dara sofa pe baith gaya aur Vimla ko ishara kiya. Jaise routine ho, nangi maid uthi, uske upar aa gayi aur taangein faila ke baith gayi. Uski patli gaand neeche aayi aur Dara ka lund aasani se uski geeli chut mein chala gaya.
“Ungghhhhh…” Vimla ne lund andar jaate hi gehre se moan kiya.
Menaka, jo ab tak jaan-bujh ke doosri taraf dekh rahi thi, ab dheere se sar ghumaya aur dekhne lagi. Maid ahista-ahista uske lund pe upar-neeche hone lagi.
Dara ne is baar Menaka ko seedha dekha. Uske haath Vimla ki patli kamar pe the, par uski aankhein poori tarah Menaka pe thi.
“Dekh le memsaab…” Dara haanfate hue bola, Vimla ko upar-neeche karte hue. “Kitni patli hai yeh. Haddiyaan nikal rahi hain. Gaand mein kuch nahi. Boobs bhi almost flat. Jab isko chodta hoon toh lagta hai kisi bacchi ko pel raha hoon.”
Usne Vimla ki gaand pe ek thappad maara, par usme wahi force nahi tha jo Menaka ko maarta tha.
“Aur tu… dekh apni body. Itne bade soft boobs, itni moti garam gaand, itni tight chut. Jab tujhe chodta hoon toh haath bhar jaate hain. Tu asli aurat hai. Yeh toh bas ek mareez lagti hai.” Hahaha
Vimla ki harkatein thodi slow pad gayi. Uske chehre pe humiliation saaf tha, par woh bol nahi paayi kyunki
Dara ab bhi usko pel raha tha.
Menaka ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak aa gayi. Gussa dheere-dheere kam ho raha tha. Dara uski body ki itni openly taareef kar raha tha, Vimla ko itna belittle kar raha tha… aur yeh sab uske saamne.
Uske andar ek secret maza aur validation ka ehsaas ug raha tha. Woh chahti thi ki Dara aur bole.
Dara ab bhi Menaka ko hi dekh raha tha, Vimla ke upar se. Uske dhakke tez ho gaye.
“Idhar aa na memsaab… iske saath milke. Teri body ke saamne toh yeh kuch bhi nahi. Main tujhe iske saamne chodunga, taaki yeh dekh le asli memsaab kaise hoti hai.”
Menaka ab fidget kar rahi thi. Taangein cross-uncross kar rahi thi. Chehre se gussa almost nikal chuka tha. Ab wahan curiosity, fascination, aur clearly arousal thi.
Aur yeh baat sirf main hi nahi… Dara bhi saaf dekh raha tha.
“Come on, memsaab, humare saath join kar!” Dara ne apna haath aage badhaya.
“Nahi,” Menaka boli, par uski awaaz mein bilkul conviction nahi thi.
Dara hansaa.
“Tu clearly garam ho rahi hai. Agar join nahi karna chahti toh kam se kam khud ko pleasure de. Yeh le.” Usne apne bagal mein pada blanket uski taraf phenk diya. “Agar sharam aati hai toh isse dhak le.”
Menaka ne ek second socha, phir blanket odh liya. Blanket ke neeche harkatein hone lagi — saaf tha ki usne haath shorts ke andar le liya tha. Thodi der mein uski saansein bhi bhaari hone lagi. Woh saamne purane watchman aur maid ko chodte dekh rahi thi, aur uske dimaag mein apni hi yaadein ghoomne lagi thi.
Jab yeh mujhe aise hi ghodi bana ke pelta hai… jab meri gaand pakad ke itna zor se dhakka maarta hai ki main chillane lagti hoon… jab meri chut ko apni jeebh se chaat-chaat ke paagal kar deta hai…
Uske muh se halki moans nikalne lagi.
Dara aur Vimla har thodi der baad uski taraf dekhte aur muskurate — unhe samajh aa raha tha ki memsaab bhi ab fully involved ho chuki hai. Jaldi hi Menaka ki narmi bhari moans Vimla ki tezz groans aur
Dara ki bhaari grunts ke saath mil gayi.
Lagbhag das minute baad Menaka do chhote lekin clear orgasms le chuki thi, aur ab bhi blanket ke neeche khud se khel rahi thi.
Dara ne Vimla ke neeche se nikal ke usko zameen pe kheench liya. Usne usko ghodi bana diya aur peeche se andar ghusa gaya. Vimla zor se moan kar uthi jab usne dheere-dheere dhakke maarne shuru kiye.
Menaka ke blanket ke neeche ki harkatein aur tez ho gayi. Woh un dono ko floor pe chodte dekh ke phir se jhad gayi.
Kuch minute baad maine notice kiya ki doggy style mein pelte-pelte Dara ahista-ahista Vimla ko aage dhakel raha tha aur khud bhi aage badh raha tha. Jaldi hi Vimla meri biwi se sirf do feet door reh gayi.
Dara ne Vimla ko ishara kiya aur usne blanket ki taraf haath badhaya.
“Yeh fair nahi hai memsaab. Tum hamari sab kuch dekh rahi ho… hum bhi toh dekhein.” Bolte hue usne blanket jhatak diya.
Menaka ne sambhalne ki koshish ki par der ho chuki thi. Ab woh bhi saaf dikh rahi thi. Usne shorts thodi neeche ki hui thi aur right haath panty ke andar tha. Ek second ke liye ruk gayi, par Dara aur Vimla ruke nahi, toh woh bhi wapas apne kaam mein lag gayi. Aage badhne ka silsila jaari raha. Menaka ko pata bhi nahi chala kab Vimla ka chehra uski chut ke bilkul kareeb aa gaya.
Tabhi Menaka ne, saans phooli hui, aankhein adhkhuli, Dara se pooch liya:
“Bata… main aur yeh… hummein itna farak kya hai?”
Dara ne muskurate hue Vimla ki gaand pe zor ka thappad maara aur dhakke tez kar diye. Phir seedha Menaka ko dekhte hue bola:
“Farak? Poora farak hai memsaab. Teri chut itni saaf, gori, bilkul clean shaven. Iske jaise baal-jhaad wali nahi. Teri gaand mein gosht hai, haath mein bhar jaati hai. Iske toh haddiyan nikal rahi hain. Jab tujhe chodta hoon toh lagta hai kisi asli aurat ko pel raha hoon… aur jab isko… toh bas timepass. Teri body dekh ke lund khada hota hai, iski dekh ke bas kaam chalana padta hai.”
Vimla ke chehre pe humiliation saaf tha, par Dara ke dhakkon ki wajah se woh kuch bol nahi paayi. Usne ek haath zameen se uthaya aur Menaka ke shorts aur panty ko kheenchne lagi, haanfate hue:
“Please memsaab… dikha do apni chut.”
Menaka ne kapdon ko pakad ke rokne ki koshish ki, par uski aankhein ab Dara pe thi — uske alfaz uske andar ghoom rahe the.
Dara ne aur tezz dhakke maarte hue kaha:
“Ladhna band kar memsaab. Jo ho raha hai hone de.”
Unki aankhein mili. Phir meri biwi ne dheere se sir hilaya.
Menaka ne apni gaand thodi upar uthaayi aur shorts ke saath panty bhi neeche sarka di. Main full hard ho chuka tha dekhte hue — meri biwi ab neeche se bilkul nangi thi, hamare purane watchman aur nayi maid ke saamne.
Dara ne Vimla ki gaand pe ek halka thappad maara aur kaha, “Ispe bhi waisi hi jeebh chala jaise main tujhe chalta hoon.”
Aur thodi der mein maid ki jeebh meri biwi ki clit pe khelne lagi. Menaka ne aankhein band kar li aur zor se moan kar di — matlab Vimla cunnilingus mein bhi utni hi natural thi jitni fellatio mein. Menaka ne taangein fold karke pair sofa pe rakh liye, khud ko poora khol diya. Uski saaf-shaven chut bilkul khuli hui thi. Dara ne woh nazaara dekh ke gehra grunt kiya.
Yeh teen logon ki chain lagbhag paanch minute chali. Menaka kamar se neeche nangi, taangein failaye,
Vimla ki jeebh uski clit pe. Aur Dara peeche se Vimla ko pel raha tha. Unke rang ka contrast bhi interesting tha — Menaka ki milky white skin, Vimla ki dark brown, aur Dara ki olive Gurkha skin.
Main jaanta tha ki kisi bhi waqt uske cellphone pe call karke yeh sab rok sakta hoon. Par saamne ka scene itna riveting tha ki haath nahi badha paaya.
Dara haanfate hue bola, “Zangene dard karne lagi.” Woh uth ke sofa pe baith gaya. Vimla bhi uthi aur phir se uske upar aa gayi. Usne Dara ka lund apni baalon wali chut mein guide kiya aur tezi se upar-neeche hone lagi — pehle se tez.
Menaka ab bhi love-seat pe taangein failaye leti thi, aankhein adhkhuli, nasha sa chhaya hua. Ek minute aise hi padi rahi.
Tabhi Dara ne uski taraf dekha — uski aankhon mein saaf lust thi. Woh Vimla ko pelte hue bhi Menaka ki nangi neeche ki body ko aise dekh raha tha jaise bhookha ho.
Usne Vimla ki patli kamar pakad ke usko aur tez upar-neeche kiya, aur seedha Menaka se bola:
“Dekh differece memsaab. Iske boobs dekh — almost zero. Bilkul flat. Haath mein kuch nahi aata. Gaand mein bhi gosht nahi, sirf haddi. Jab isko chodta hoon toh maza aadha rehta hai. Aur tu… teri woh bhari hui chut, woh soft moti gaand, woh bade boobs jo haath mein bhar jaate hain. Tujhe dekh ke lund itna hard hota hai ki control karna mushkil ho jaata hai. Yeh toh bas kaam chalane ke liye hai… asli maza toh teri body mein hai.”
Har lafz ke saath uski aankhein Menaka pe hi thi — bhookhi, gandi, possessive. Menaka woh lust saaf dekh pa rahi thi. Dara Vimla ko pel raha tha, par uska poora focus, uski hawas, uski taareef — sab uske liye thi.
Aur Vimla ko itna openly belittle karna… usse ek ajeeb sa secret satisfaction mil raha tha.
Vimla ke chehre pe humiliation saaf tha, par woh kuch bol nahi paayi. Usne haanfate hue bas itna kaha:
“Idhar aa ke baith jao memsaab… hamare saath.”
Menaka uthi aur thodi si lachakte hue sofa ki taraf gayi. Pahunchte hi Dara ke right side pe bhaari se gir gayi.
Dara ne turant apna right haath badhaaya aur seedha uski clit pe khelna shuru kar diya. Menaka phir se maza se moan karne lagi. Uske thumb se clit dabate hue usne do ungliyaan uski chut mein daal di aur tezi se hilane laga.
Menaka ne sar peeche fenk diya, phir left ghumaya aur Dara ko kiss karne lagi.
Vimla, jo ab bhi uske lund pe baithi hui thi, aage jhuki aur Menaka ke gaal pe kiss ki. Thodi der mein teenon ek dusre ko baari-baari kiss karne lage. Phir Vimla ne left haath se Menaka ke baal pakde aur usko ek lambi, passionate kiss mein kheench liya.
Dara ka haath is beech Menaka ki chut se hata aur uski t-shirt kheenchne laga. Menaka ghutnon ke bal uthi aur t-shirt utaar di. Ab sirf bra mein thi. Woh Dara ki taraf mud gayi aur phir se usko deep kiss karne lagi. Uske neeche se nanga, smooth, creamy gaand itni inviting lag rahi thi.
Vimla, chahe Dara ke lund pe hi sawaar thi, par ruk nahi paayi. Usne haath badhaake memsaab ki bhari hui gaand ko sehlaya aur masla.
“Kya gaand hai yeh… itni gori aur gol!” usne haanfate hue kaha. Par uski awaaz mein taarif ke saath-saath ek gehri jalan bhi thi.
Dara ne haath peeche le jaake Menaka ki chut ko peeche se khelna shuru kar diya. Kabhi uski gaand ko masalta, kabhi thappad maarta. Menaka aise jhuki hui thi ki uski gaand Vimla ki bouncing gaand ke bilkul contrast mein thi — rang mein bhi, size mein bhi. Menaka ki gaand ek 30+ mother wali bhari-puran, soft aur chaudi gaand thi, Vimla ki patli, haddiyaan nikalta hua chhota sa ass bilkul bachpana lag raha tha uske saamne.
Dara ne yeh farak clearly notice kiya. Usne thodi der ke liye dono haath dono ki gaand pe rakh liye — ek Menaka ki soft, bhaari gaand pe, doosra Vimla ki patli gaand pe. Masalta, dabata, thappad maarta raha.
Menaka is poore time Dara aur Vimla ko baari-baari deep kiss karti rahi.
Dono auratein, chahe pehle ek dusre ke saath hone se inkaar karti thi, ab fully into it thi.
Par Vimla ke andar kuch toot raha tha. Woh Dara ko dekh rahi thi — uski aankhein, uske haath, uska poora focus kitna zyada Menaka pe tha. Jab Dara Menaka ki gaand masalta toh uske chehre pe jo lust aata tha, woh Vimla ke saath kabhi nahi aata tha. Yeh dekh ke uska dil baith raha tha. Itni bhari body, itni soft skin, itne bade boobs… uske saamne khud ko bilkul kam mehsoos kar rahi thi.
“Woh bade boobs phir se dikha,” Vimla ne kaha, awaaz mein maza aur dard dono the. Dara ab bhi usko pel raha tha.
Usne Menaka ka bra thoda sarkaya aur ek-ek karke uske bade boobs bahar nikaale. Jaise hi boobs nikalte, Dara ne left wala muh mein leke choosna aur kaatna shuru kar diya, Vimla ne right wale pe focus kiya. Menaka ab almost nangi thi, sirf bra ke straps latak rahe the.
Vimla ke chehre pe ab saaf dil tootne wala expression tha. Woh Dara ki aankhon mein woh pure diwani lust dekh rahi thi jo sirf Menaka ki body dekh ke aati thi. Apni patli body, almost zero boobs aur haddi wali gaand ke saamne memsaab ki yeh bhari, soft, creamy body… usko andar se khaa rahi thi.
“Ab meri taangein dard karne lagi,” Vimla ne aakhir mein kaha aur Dara ki godi se neeche utar gayi. Uska ab bhi hard lund jhatke se hilne laga. Tabhi mujhe realize hua ki woh almost aadhe ghante se Vimla ko pel raha tha… aur abhi tak meri biwi tak baari hi nahi aayi thi.
Vimla ne right haath se uska lund pakda, par uski nazar Menaka ki nangi body pe hi thi — awe aur heartbreak dono se bhari hui. Phir usne haanfate hue kaha:
“Idhar aao memsaab… milke chuste hain isko.”
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Main thoda surprised tha jab Menaka ne obediently sofa se utar ke Dara ki taangon ke beech Vimla ke saath baith gaya. Haan, woh pehle se action mein part le rahi thi, par ek watchman ko maid ke saath milke blowjob dena uske comfort zone se bahar lagta tha. Lekin clearly nahi tha!
Menaka ne kareeb se us lund ko dekha — uske chehre pe ek ajeeb si morbid fascination thi, chahe woh pehle bhi chus chuki thi. Lund choda aur mota tha, aas-paas bhoore-sufeid baalon ka jhaad. Balls bhi kaafi bade the, almost santron jitne.
Vimla ne munh pura khola aur lund andar le liya. Mushkil se aadha hi gaya. Usne dhai-teen derjan baar upar-neeche kiya, aankhein Menaka se mili hui.
Phir usne lund munh se nikaala aur Menaka ki taraf jhukaya. Menaka ne thoda hesitate karte hue munh khola aur uspe laga diya. Ek inch bhi mushkil se gaya hoga ki woh gag kar ke khaansne lagi aur nikaal diya.
“Theek hai memsaab,” Vimla ne uske baal sehlate hue kaha. “Thoda time lagta hai aadat padne mein, tumhe pata hi hai.”
Vimla ne phir se lund munh mein liya aur ek minute tak chusa. Phir dobara Menaka ki taraf kiya. Is baar
Menaka ne munh jitna khol sakti thi khola aur neeche kiya. Vimla ne left haath se uska sar pakad ke daba diya. Menaka khaansne aur peeche hatne lagi, par Vimla ne sar dabaye rakha.
“Aise hi ruko memsaab. Aadat daalo. Jeebh ghumao ispe… haan, aise hi.”
Dara sofa pe baitha tha, dono baahen backrest pe failayi hui, chehre pe bilkul content expression. Budhe ke sabse wild dreams sach ho rahe the — ek memsaab aur ek maid, dono usse kayi dasak chhoti, uske lund pe.
Vimla ne sar chhoda toh Menaka ne turant lund nikaala aur do-teen baar khaansa. Kuch pubic hair bhi thook diye. Aankhein pani se bhar aayi thi. Maine socha ab kaafi ho gaya hoga, par phir jo hua usne surprise kar diya.
Bina Vimla ke kuch kahe, Menaka ne khud se phir se lund munh mein le liya. Is baar do-teen inch aur andar chala gaya. Phir usne khud hi sar upar-neeche karna shuru kar diya — jitna le sakti thi utna. Jab lund gale se takrata toh uske munh se dabi hui gagging awaazein nikalti. Vimla jitna nahi le pa rahi thi, par meri expectation se kaafi zyada le rahi thi.
Is baar ek pure minute tak usne gande, geele tareeke se chusa — thook uske hothon se tapak raha tha, awaazein bilkul sloppy aur wet thi. Phir nikaala.
“Bahut badhiya memsaab!” Vimla ne proud parent jaisi awaaz mein kaha aur uski peeth sehlayi. Phir khud lund munh mein leke chusne lagi.
Kya scene tha. Dara sofa pe relaxed. Aur uski faili taangon ke beech floor pe do auratein ghutnon ke bal — uski shaadi-shuda maid aur uski shaadi-shuda memsaab. Phir se unki body ka contrast saaf tha. Vimla ki gaand chhoti aur tight, Menaka ki bhaari, gol aur voluptuous.
Dono ne aage ke paanch minute baari-baari se us mote lund ko chusa. Vimla Menaka ko encourage karti rahi, aur Menaka ka enthusiasm saaf badhta ja raha tha. Ab woh khud hi zyada geela, zyada ganda kar rahi thi — thook dil se lagaati, jeebh ghumati, kabhi topa choosti toh kabhi neeche tak jaati.
Phir Vimla ne usko balls ki taraf ishara kiya. Menaka ne bina kisi hesitation ke Dara ke bade-bade balls munh mein liye aur choosne lagi — ek ek karke, jeebh se chaat-chaat ke, kabhi dono ko ek saath daba ke.
Vimla yeh dekh ke genuinely shocked reh gayi. High-class memsaab itni bhookh se, itni gandagi se uske aadmi ke balls chaat rahi thi… uske chehre pe yakeen na karne wala expression aa gaya.
Dono milke lund aur balls pe kaam kar rahi thi ki achanak Dara ne gehra grunt kiya, dono ke baal pakad ke unke sar peeche kheench liye. Vimla hansne lagi, Menaka confuse si dekhne lagi.
“Matlab woh jhadne wala tha,” Vimla ne samjhaya. “Par isko lamba chalana pasand hai.”
Menaka ke hoth ab bhi thook se geele the, aankhein nasha bharee. Woh ab fully into it thi.
Dara ab bhi dono ke baal pakde hue tha. Woh sofa se utha aur unhe bhi upar kheench liya. Phir ghooma, dono auraton ko bhi apne saath ghumate hue. Left haath se usne Vimla ko rough tarike se sofa pe litak diya, munh upar ki taraf.
Vimla turant thodi neeche sarak gayi taaki uski gaand seat ke edge pe aa jaaye.
Phir Dara ne Menaka ko ghumaya, jhuka, aur usko ek gehra, bhookha kiss diya. Menaka ne apne haath uski baalon wali peeth pe lapet liye aur utni hi passion se kiss wapas ki. Unki jeebhein ek dusre ke munh mein khel rahi thi.
Dara ka hard lund Menaka ke smooth, flat pet pe takra raha tha. Vimla sofa pe taangein failaye leti hui unhe kiss karte dekh rahi thi, chehre pe abhi bhi smile thi.
Aakhir mein Dara ko dhyaan aaya ki Menaka ke body pe ab bhi ek kapda baaki hai — uska bra, jisse uske boobs bahar nikal rahe the. Usne hook khol ke bra floor pe phenk diya. Phir usne meri biwi ko ahista se peeche dhakela jab tak woh Vimla ke upar let nahi gayi.
Usne Menaka ko thoda upar sarkaya taaki uska sar Vimla ke kandhe ke upar ho aur woh dono ke chehre dekh sake. Menaka ki taangein Vimla ki taangon ke dono taraf gir gayi, aur uski gaand Vimla ki chut se kuch inch upar thi.
“Kitni bhaari ho tum memsaab,” Vimla ne grunt kiya, phir apne haath aage badhaake meri biwi ke boobs masalne lagi.
Dara ne is beech ghutne tek liye aur ek hi smooth motion mein apna mota lund Vimla ki chut mein daal diya. Vimla maza se digi aur Menaka ke boobs itne zor se dabaaye ki woh chillla uthi.
Dara dheere-dheere pelne laga, jisse meri biwi Vimla ke body pe upar-neeche sarakne lagi. Do tarah ki thap-thap awaazein aa rahi thi — ek Dara ki taangon ke Vimla se takrane ki, doosri meri biwi ki taangon ke
Dara ke pet se takrane ki. Yeh chudai kuch minute chali, phir Dara phir se khada ho gaya.
Uske chehre pe ek bhookhi, laalchi si muskurahat thi — bilkul us bank robber jaisi jo khuli vault dekh raha ho. Usne realize kar liya tha, aur maine bhi, ki jo scene woh saalon se sochta aa raha tha, woh aakhir aa hi gaya. Ek threesome… aur usme bhi ek ameer, khoobsurat, jawaan memsaab.
Dara ne right haath se Menaka ki taangein failayi. Woh dheere-dheere khul gayi. Phir woh jhuka jab tak uska chehra Menaka ke bilkul upar nahi aa gaya, uska seena uske boobs se ragad kha raha tha. Usne hips thodi aage badhayi… jab tak uske lund ka topa Menaka ki chut ke entrance se nahi takraya.
Dara aur Menaka ek dusre ko serious nazar se dekh rahe the. Dara ne apna lund bas uski chut ke hothon pe rakha hua tha, dheere-dheere ragad raha tha. Woh wait kar raha tha ki pehla move Menaka kare.
Aakhir mein meri biwi ki gaand neeche ki taraf sarki… aur uska lund pehli rukawat paar kar gaya. Ab Dara ne mazbooti se aage dhakka maara.
“Oh my god…!” Menaka ki aankhein peeche ko roll ho gayi aur usne tezz saans li. Abhi sirf ek inch andar tha, par uske lund ki motai uski andar ki deewaron ko test kar rahi thi.
“Theek hai memsaab… theek hai,” Vimla ne neeche se awaaz di. Usne Menaka ke baal sehlaye.
Par Dara ab rukne wala nahi tha. Usne ek aur gehra dhakka maara. Do inch… teesra… Menaka ki chut zor se fail rahi thi. Uske munh se ek lambi, kaanpti hui awaaz nikal gayi.
“Ahhh… Dara… dheere… bohot mota hai…”
Dara ne uske maathe pe kiss kiya, par dhakka nahi rokha. Usne dono haath se Menaka ki taangein aur failayi aur dheere-dheere, lekin rok-rok ke, apna poora lund andar tak ghusaana shuru kar diya. Har inch ke saath Menaka ki saans rukti, uske nakhun Dara ki peeth mein gaad jaate, aur uski chut ek gehli, tight awaaz ke saath usko andar leti.
Vimla neeche se sab feel kar rahi thi — Menaka ka bhaari body uske upar, uski chut ka tapakna, aur Dara ke dhakkon ka pressure. Par uski aankhein ab shock se phailti ja rahi thi. Dara ne usko kabhi itne intense, itne bhookhe tareeke se nahi choda tha. Yeh alag tha. Yeh deewangi thi.
Jab aakhir mein Dara ka poora lund Menaka ke andar chala gaya, toh dono ek second ke liye ruk gaye. Menaka ki aankhein pani se bhar aayi thi. Uski chut Dara ke mote lund ko itni zor se jakde hue thi ki uske pet pe tension dikh raha tha.
“Dekha… poora chala gaya,” Dara ne haanfate hue kaha. Uske alfaz mein pure malikana swag tha. “Teri chut ab bhi itni tight hai jaise pehli baar chod raha hoon.”
Phir usne pelna shuru kiya.
Pehle dheere… lambi-lambi strokes. Baahar nikalta jab tak sirf topa reh jaata, phir ek hi gehre dhakke mein poora andar. Menaka har dhakke pe digti. Uski awaaz ab control mein nahi thi — kabhi gehli moan, kabhi tezz saans, kabhi “ahh… ahh… ahh” ki continuous ladi.
Dara ne speed badha di. Ab thap-thap-thap ki awaaz poore living room mein gunj rahi thi. Uske balls Menaka ki gaand se takra rahe the. Usne uske dono boobs pakad liye aur zor-zor se masalne laga, nipples ko ungliyon se press karte hue.
“Bol… kiski chut hai yeh?” Dara ne dhakke ke saath poocha.
“Teri… teri hai…” Menaka ne toot-ti hui awaaz mein jawaab diya.
Vimla neeche se yeh sab dekh rahi thi. Uske chehre se smile ab poori tarah gaayab ho chuki thi. Shock, jalan, aur ek tarah ki bhaybheet si hairani thi uski aankhon mein. Dara ki yeh intensity, yeh bhookh, yeh tareeka… yeh uske liye naya tha. Woh dekh rahi thi kaise Dara Menaka ko tod raha tha — bilkul aise jaise koi bhukha aadmi saalon se rukke hue khane par toot pade.
Dara ne Menaka ki ek taang utha ke apne kandhe pe rakh li. Ab angle aur gehra ho gaya. Har dhakka seedha uski deep jagah pe ja raha tha. Menaka ab lagatar dig rahi thi. Uski chut se gehli-gehli awaazein aa rahi thi, ras Dara ke lund pe chipak ke uski balls tak ja raha tha.
“Ahhh… Dara… main… main aa rahi hoon…” Menaka ne almost roote hue kaha.
Dara ne speed aur badha di. “Jhad… mere lund pe jhad… dikha isse kaise jhadti hai meri memsaab.”
Menaka ka body akad gaya.
Usne Dara ki peeth pe nakhun gaad diye aur ek lambi, dabak-ti hui cheekh ke saath jhad gayi. Uski chut ne Dara ke lund ko itne zor se press kiya ki Dara bhi thrak utha, par usne rukna nahi.
Usne pelna jaari rakha — ab aur tez, aur gehra, jaise Menaka ke orgasm ke baad bhi usko todna chahta ho. Vimla neeche se bilkul shocked thi. Usne kabhi nahi dekha tha Dara ko itne paagal, itne intense mode mein. Yeh sirf chudai nahi thi. Yeh ek tarah ka daawa tha — Menaka pe, uski body pe, uski chut pe.
Dara haanfate hue Menaka ke kaan ke paas aaya aur dheeme se bola, jo sirf usi ko sunai diya:
“Ab tu poori tarah meri hai… iske saamne… sabke saamne.”
Aur phir usne dhakke aur tez kar diye.
“Oh my god…!” Menaka ki aankhein peeche ki taraf roll ho gayi aur usne ek tezz, kaanpti hui saans li. Abhi sirf ek inch andar tha, lekin Dara ke lund ki motai uski chut ki deewaron ko jo zor se daba rahi thi, woh saaf dikh raha tha.
“Theek hai memsaab… theek hai,” Vimla ne neeche se gehli awaaz mein kaha. Usne Menaka ke baal dheere-dheere sehlaye.
Dara ne apna lund bahar nikaala… phir dheere se dobara dhakka maara. Is baar ek aur inch andar chala gaya.
“UNNNGGGGGGHHH…!” Menaka ne gehra, daba hua groan kiya. Usne apne haath Dara ki baalon wali peeth pe lapet liye aur nakhun itne zor se gaad diye ki Dara ki peeth pe laal nishaan pad gaye aur woh wince kar gaya.
Shayad us dard ne usko aur uttejit kar diya. Teesra dhakka pehle se kaafi zyada forceful tha. Usne lund nikala aur ek second se bhi kam time mein phir se zor se andar thok diya. Ab almost chaar inch andar the.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHH…!” Menaka ne apni peeth kamaan ki tarah tedhi kar li. Uski gaand neeche Vimla ke pet mein dhas gayi.
“Aage aur better hoga memsaab,” Vimla ne usko neeche kheenchte hue kaha.
Menaka bhaari saansein lete hue Dara ki aankhon mein dekhne lagi. Dara uske andar poora lund daal ke ek second ke liye ruk gaya tha. Usne Menaka ke hothon pe ek gehra, gehra kiss kiya… phir lund bahar nikaala aur is baar bohot ahista se dobara daala. Menaka ne is baar sirf apni hips adjust ki. Na cheekhi, na grunt kiya.
Bas ek narmi bhari moan nikal gayi.
Dara ne wahi stroke dobara kiya — is baar bhi aur andar nahi gaya. Ek aur moan, ab saaf taur pe maza wali. Phir ek aur stroke… ek aur moan. Stroke… moan… stroke… moan… stroke… moan.
Menaka ka pehle se tana hua shareer dheere-dheere dhila hone laga. Uski chut uski motai aur uski raftaar ke aadi hone lagi thi. Usne uske saath pehle sirf ek raat guzaari thi, isliye abhi bhi uski chut poori tarah se aadi nahi hui thi. Woh peeche ko let gayi, aankhein band kar li, aur bas us nasha si sensation ko mehsoos karti rahi jo uski chut se poore body mein fail rahi thi.
Ek minute baad Dara ne speed thodi badha di. Menaka ko pasand aaya. Agle do-teen minute mein usne dheere-dheere apna aur lund andar tak daal diya. Ab Menaka ki chut bina kisi badi takleef ke usko adjust kar rahi thi.
“Ab kaisa feel ho raha hai memsaab?” Vimla ne neeche se poocha.
Menaka ne sirf haanfate hue sir hilaya.
“Kitni tight hai yeh?” Vimla ne Dara se poocha.
Dara ne sir hilaya. Uske chehre pe ab pure janwar wala expression aa chuka tha.
“AB ISKO POORA DE!” Vimla ne zor se kaha.
Dara ne achanak speed teen guna kar di. Menaka ke munh se ek bilkul unladylike, gehli, lambi groan nikal gayi. Usne sar peeche fenk diya.
“Zyada tez ho gaya kya memsaab?” Vimla ne poocha.
“NAHI… NAHI… NAHI…!” Menaka ne bilkul dhakkon ke rhythm mein cheekhte hue kaha. “MAZA AA RAHA HAI… BOHOT MAZA AA RAHA HAI… AHHHH…!”
Yeh pehla mauka tha jab Menaka ne Vimla ki ab tak ki kayi baaton ka seedha aur clear jawaab diya tha.
“Maine kaha tha na… bohot maza aayega.”
“HAAAAN… AUR TEZ! AUR TEZ! AUR TEZ!” Menaka ab khud maangne lagi. Dara ne uski baat maan li. Ab woh itni tezi se pel raha tha ki uski baalon wali gaand bas ek dhinga-dhingi si dikh rahi thi. Thap-thap-thap-thap ki awaaz continuous gunj rahi thi.
“OH FAAAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKK…!” Menaka ekdum se digi. Uska poora shareer kaanpne laga. Orgasm ne usko aise liya jaise bijli. Usne Dara ko gardan se pakad liya aur agle aadhe minute tak uske munh se aisi-aisi awaazein nikalte rahi jinko likhna mushkil hai. Dara ne uske jhadte waqt bhi pelna band nahi kiya.
“Uhmmmmmmm…!” Dara bhi gehra grunt kar utha.
Woh teeno ka joda ab ek saath kaanp raha tha. Do orgasm ek saath aa rahe the — Menaka ka aur Dara ka.
Vimla neeche dabi hui thi, uske upar do shareeron ka wazan aur itni tezz harkatein… shayad uski ridd ki haddi bhi dard kar rahi hogi. Orgasm itni der chala ki time ruk sa gaya. Phir dheere-dheere utra.
Dara pehle ruka. Usne apna lund bahar nikaala. Uske saath meri biwi ki chut se garam cum ki ek moti dhaar bahar nikal ke Vimla ke pet pe girne lagi. Dara peeche ki taraf thrak-thrak ke love-seat pe gira, bilkul thak ke.
Menaka ab bhi halka-halka kaanp rahi thi. Woh Vimla ke upar se hat ke sofa pe lipat gayi, apne aap ko samette hue. Vimla uske peeche aa gayi, usko spoon kiya, uske kandhe sehlate hue aur uski gardan pe dheeme-dheeme kiss karti hui.
Living room mein ab sirf bhaari saansein aur halki kampirahit si khamoshi thi. Menaka ki chut ab bhi dhak-dhak kar rahi thi, uske andar ka khali pan Dara ke lund ki yaad dila raha tha. Woh poori tarah toot chuki thi… aur uske chehre pe us tootte hue sukoon ka nasha saaf dikh raha tha.
Main phir se hairaan tha ki yeh scene kitna unimaginably ganda aur perverted lag raha tha. Dara love-seat pe faila hua tha, uska lund ab normal size mein aa chuka tha. Meri biwi, uske bade-bade boobs sofa pe bikhre hue, chhoti si maid ki baahon mein lipati hui. Teenon nange. Mera lund phir se full hard ho chuka tha.
Paanch minute baad Menaka uthi. Uske pair ab bhi pakke nahi the. Woh thodi si terhi-terhi, bow-legged chalte hue bathroom ki taraf badhi. Raaste mein usne table se apna phone uthaya.
Dara ki aankhein turant uski taraf chali gayi.
Menaka jaise-jaise door ja rahi thi, uski badi, soft, abhi-abhi chudi hui gaand left-right hil rahi thi. Thappad ke laal nishaan ab bhi saaf dikh rahe the. Har kadam pe uski gaand ka gosht lachak raha tha. Dara usse dekhte hi reh gaya.
Uske pure shareer se paseena tapak raha tha — maathe se, seene se, pet se. Do auraton ko lagatar ek ghante se kam time mein pelne ke baad woh bilkul suar ki tarah paseene se lath-path tha. Baal chipke hue, saansein ab bhi bhaari.
Par uska lund… jo abhi thodi der pehle normal hua tha… phir se hilne laga.
Dara ne apna haath neeche le jaake usko pakad liya aur dheere-dheere hilana shuru kar diya. Uski aankhein ab bhi Menaka ki jaati hui gaand pe hi thi. Woh openly apne lund ko stroke kar raha tha, jaise abhi abhi do-do auraton ko chodne ke baad bhi uski bhookh nahi miti ho.
Kitchen se nikalti hui Vimla ne yeh nazaara dekh liya.
Uske kadam ruk gaye.
Chehre pe pure shock ka expression aa gaya.
Abhi abhi tak yeh aadmi uske andar tha, uske upar tha, usko pel raha tha… aur ab woh usi memsaab ki gaand dekh-dekh ke apna lund hila raha tha. Itni jaldi, itni openly. Uske chehre pe saaf likha tha — yeh ab bhi santusht nahi hai.
Ab bhi uski bhookh baaki hai. Aur woh bhookh Vimla ke liye nahi… us memsaab ke liye hai jiski badi gaand ab uske nazar ke saamne se ja rahi thi.
Menaka bathroom ke corner mein gayab ho gayi.
Dara ne ek aakhri baar uski gaand ki direction mein dekhte hue apne lund ko zor se pakda, phir haath chhoda. Paseene se lath-path, haanfata hua, woh ab bhi sofa pe faila tha… aur uski aankhon mein ab bhi wohi bhookhi agni baaki thi.
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Menaka almost zor se kadam rakhte hue bedroom gayi aur kapde pehnne lagi. Pehle normal bra aur panty daali. Phir dekhna interesting tha ki woh thodi der confuse si rahi ki kya pehne. Pehle usne ek saree aur petticoat uthaya.
Kaafi der haath mein liye rakha, jaise soch rahi ho. Phir unhe wapas rakh diya aur salwar-kameez ki taraf haath badhaya. Wahi thodi der sochti rahi. Aakhir mein usne woh pehna jo mainne usko bohot kam pehnte dekha tha.
Woh uske paas maujood do-teen full-length household gown mein se ek thi. Bombay ki garmi mein kai auratein inhe pasand karti hain — poora body cover kar deti hain, izzat bani rehti hai, aur itni loose aur patli hoti hain ki paseena bhi nahi aata. Menaka hamesha kehti thi ki usko yeh bilkul pasand nahi, kyunki bohot purane tarike ki aur “aunty” jaisi lagti hain. Par aaj woh ek blue gown pehen ke bahar aayi.
Mera andaza tha uske soch ka. Woh ab bhi andar se resentful thi, aur shayad sharminda bhi, itni der nangi rehne ke baad. Koi bhi bell baja sakta tha — salesman, delivery boy. Gown usko respectful rakhti thi.
Saath hi, agar baad mein Dara ke saath phir se kuch hone lage toh utaarna bhi aasan tha. Bilkul practical.
Woh living room mein aayi toh Dara ab bhi sofa pe faila hua tha, paseene se lath-path. Vimla kitchen se nikal ke aa rahi thi.
Menaka ne seedha unki taraf dekha aur sakht awaaz mein kaha, “Ab dono nikal jao.”
Dara ne bhaari se uthte hue uski taraf dekha. Uski aankhein phir se uske body pe ghumne lagi — gown ke neeche bhi uski bhari hui shape saaf samajh aa rahi thi. Usne ek haath aage badhaya.
“Arre memsaab… abhi toh maza shuru hua tha. Thodi der aur…”
“Nahi.” Menaka ne saaf rok diya. “Bahut ho gaya. Ab ghar se nikal jao. Dono.”
Dara ne ek kadam uski taraf badhaya, awaaz mein phir se woh bhookh aa gayi thi. “Itni jaldi kya hai? Ayan toh abhi ghanton baad aayega. Main tujhe is gown ke saath hi…”
“Dara.” Menaka ne apni awaaz aur sakht kar li. “Main serious hoon. Abhi nikal jao. Varna main khud building ke dusre watchman ko bulaungi.”
Vimla chupchaap apne kapde sametne lagi. Uske chehre pe ab bhi thakan aur thodi si bezzati ke nishaan the.
Dara ne kuch second tak Menaka ko ghura — jaise ek aakhri baar try kar raha ho. Par uske chehre pe jo pakka faisla tha, usse dekh ke usne shoulders uthaye. Usne apni pants uthayi, pehni, aur bina kuch bole darwaze ki taraf badha.
Jaate-jaate usne ek baar phir mudke Menaka ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein ab bhi bhookh baaki thi, par usne kuch nahi kaha.
Darwaza band hua.
Menaka ne peeche se lock lagaaya. Phir apni peeth darwaze se laga ke thodi der khadi rahi, aankhein band kiye. Saans ab bhi thodi tez thi.
Neeche shack mein Dara gaya. Usne kapde fenke, purane mattress pe let gaya, aur aankhein band kar li.
Shareer toh thak chuka tha, par dimaag mein ab bhi Menaka ki woh bhari gaand, uski chut ki tightness, aur uski cheekhein ghoom rahi thi.
Woh so gaya… lekin uski bhookh ab bhi baaki thi.
Menaka ne darwaza lock karne ke baad ek gehri saans li. Pair ab bhi halka-halka kaanp rahe the. Woh dheere-dheere bedroom ki taraf chal di. Har kadam pe uski gaand aur chut mein abhi bhi Dara ke rehne ka ehsaas ho raha tha — halka dard, geelaapan, aur ek ajeeb si khali jagah.
Bedroom mein jaake usne gown nahi utaari. Bas bed pe let gayi, face upar, aankhein ceiling pe tiki hui. Parda thoda khula tha, dopahar ki roshni kamre mein faili hui thi. Bahar se normal building ki awaazein aa rahi thi — kisi ki cough, door ka khulna-band hona, door se kisi bache ki chillahut. Sab kuch itna normal… jaise abhi abhi kuch hua hi na ho.
Par uske andar toh toofan tha.
Maine aaj kya kiya…
Uske dimaag mein scene ek ke baad ek flash ho rahe the. Dara ka lund uske munh mein. Vimla ki jeebh uski chut pe. Khud Vimla ke upar let ke Dara ko andar leta hua. Apni hi awaaz — “Aur tez… aur tez…” — jo ab uske kaanon mein sharmindagi ke saath gunj rahi thi.
Usne dono haath se munh dhak liya.
Mera beta hai… Ayan.
Sirf naam lene se hi uska pet sikud gaya. Woh bacha jo subah doodh maangta hai, jo uske gale se lipat ke sota hai, jo usko “Mamma” bolke bulaata hai. Usi mummy ne aaj ek budhe watchman aur uski maid ke saath…
Aur Prakash…
Shohar jo mahino door rehta hai, jo uske liye mehnat karta hai, jo usko trust karta hai. Usne aaj usi ghar mein, usi sofa pe, usi bed ke kuch feet door… kisi aur ko apna shareer diya. Nahi… sirf diya nahi. Maza liya.
Maanga. Cheekhi. Jhada.
Guilt ab uske seene pe baith gaya tha. Bhaari. Sans lene mushkil ho rahi thi.
Main kaise itni neeche gir gayi?
Pehle sirf dekhna tha. Phir chhuna. Phir ek baar. Phir do baar. Aur aaj… threesome. Ek budha watchman. Ek maid. Aur woh — shaadi-shuda, padhi-likhi, beta wali aurat — unke beech nangi, chudti, chusti, jhadti.
Usne side se lipat ke fetal position le li. Gown uske shareer pe chipki hui thi. Aankhon mein paani aa gaya, par zor se ro nahi paayi. Bas halki-halki siski nikal rahi thi.
Agar Ayan ko kabhi pata chal gaya…
Agar Prakash ne kabhi jaan liya…
Yeh soch ke uska poora shareer kaanp utha. Shayari nahi, drama nahi — pure dahshat thi. Uska poora jeevan, uski izzat, uske bete ka bhavishya… sab ek budhe watchman ke lund ki bhookh pe daav pe lag gaya tha.
Par sabse zyada jo baat usko khaa rahi thi, woh yeh thi ki…
Mujhe maza aaya tha.
Itna maza. Itni intensity. Itni chhod. Jab Dara uske andar tha, jab usne usko toda, jab usne Vimla ke saamne uski taareef ki aur usko belittle kiya — tab uske andar ek gehri, gandi si satisfaction bhi thi. Aur ab wahi satisfaction usko aur sharminda kar rahi thi.
Woh bed pe lipati rahi. Aankhein band. Saansein dheere. Shareer thaka hua, dimaag apne hi kiye hue gunahon ke bhoj se daba hua.
Bahar duniya normal chal rahi thi.
Andar… Menaka apne aap se haar chuki thi.
Shaam ke baad Dara seedha shack mein aa gaya tha. Kapde fenke, purane mattress pe let gaya, haath sar ke neeche rakh ke ceiling ko dekhne laga. Shareer ab bhi thaka hua tha, par chehre pe ek gehra, santusht sa expression tha. Paseena sukh chuka tha, lekin skin se ab bhi us din ki gandagi aur masti ki boo aa rahi thi.
Raat ke almost 11 baj rahe the jab Banke duty se free hoke shack ke andar aaya. Usne torch band ki, kapde change kiye aur apne wale kone mein baith gaya. Dara ab bhi aankhein kholi hue leta tha.
“So gaya kya?” Banke ne poocha.
Dara hansaa. “Abhi nahi. Aaj ka din itna mast tha ki neend nahi aa rahi.”
Banke ka chehra thoda sa taut ho gaya. “Kya hua tha?”
Dara ne side se karwat li, ek haath se apna lund adjust kiya, aur bolna shuru kar diya — bilkul detail mein, jaise koi story suna raha ho.
“Subah Ayan college gaya. Main seedha upar chala gaya. Memsaab kitchen mein thi… sirf apron aur panty mein. Maine usko wahi pe pehle choda. Counter pe, phir deewar se laga ke. Itni geeli thi ki lund slip ho raha tha. Phir living room mein le gaya.
Wahan Vimla aa gayi beech mein…”
Banke ki aankhein paat gayi. “Vimla bhi?”
“Haan. Pehle toh scene bigad gaya, par baad mein teeno ka ho gaya.” Dara ke chehre pe ghamandi smile aa gayi. “Pehle main Vimla ko pel raha tha, memsaab sofa pe baith ke khud ko chu rahi thi blanket ke neeche.
Phir blanket hat gaya. Phir memsaab ne khud shorts utaar diye. Vimla uski chut chaatne lagi, main peeche se Vimla ko chod raha tha. Phir memsaab ne mera lund chusa… Vimla ke saath milke. Thook se lath-path kar diya tha dono ne. Balls bhi choose usne.”
Banke ka chehra ab laal hone laga tha. Uske haath mutthi ban gaye the.
Dara jaari raha, jaan-bujh ke aur detail de raha tha.
“Phir main ne memsaab ko Vimla ke upar litaya. Pehle Vimla ko thoda pela, phir memsaab ki chut mein daala. Saala itni tight thi ki pehle toh dheere jaana pada. Par jab poora andar gaya na… phir maine usko toda. Tez, gehra, poora janwar ban ke. Woh chillane lagi ‘aur tez… aur tez’. Jhadte waqt usne meri peeth mein nakhun gaad diye. Main bhi uske andar hi jhad gaya. Cum bahar nikal ke Vimla pe gir raha tha.”
Banke ab control mein nahi tha. “Tu… tu usko itna openly… Vimla ke saamne…?”
“Haan. Aur usko maza bhi aa raha tha. Jab main uski taareef karta tha aur Vimla ki body ko bolta tha ‘patli hai, boobs nahi hai, gaand mein kuch nahi’, toh memsaab ke chehre pe ek alag hi wali satisfaction aati thi.”
Banke ne uth ke pani piya, par gala sukha hi raha. “Aur main neeche duty kar raha tha… tu upar dono ko pel raha tha.”
Dara hansaa. “Isliye toh tujhe neeche bhejta hoon. Koi toh kaam karega na building ka. Main memsaab ke saath busy rehta hoon toh duty toh tujhe hi karni padegi.”
Yeh baat Banke ke andar jaake lagi. Usne zor se bottle neeche rakhi.
“Har baar yahi hota hai. Jab bhi tera mood hota hai, tu upar chala jaata hai. Aur mujhe bolta hai ‘neeche reh, kisi ko mat aane dena’. Pehle main tha jo usko choda tha… ab tu saara maza le raha hai aur mujhe watchman bana ke rakh diya hai.”
Dara ne side se uski taraf dekha. Ab uske tone mein thoda sa superiority aa gaya tha.
“Kyunki main better khelta hoon. Memsaab ko jo chahiye woh main deta hoon. Tu jaldi jhad jaata hai, main usko todta hoon. Isliye woh mere peeche padti hai. Aur tujhe duty karni padti hai.”
Banke ka chehra ab nakhun se laal ho chuka tha. Woh uth ke shack ke andar chhalne laga.
“Main bhi usko chodna chahta hoon. Main bhi uski woh soft gaand pakadna chahta hoon. Tu har baar kyu beech mein aa jaata hai? Har baar tu hi kyun?”
Dara ab bhi mattress pe aaram se leta tha, haath sar ke neeche.
“Kyunki main usko better samajhta hoon. Aur kyunki tu easy hai. Main bolta hoon duty kar, tu kar deta hai. Main bolta hoon neeche reh, tu reh jaata hai. Agar tu thoda strong hota toh shayad kabhi-kabhi tera bhi number aa jaata.”
Banke ruk gaya. Uski saansein tez thi.
“Kal se main bhi upar jaunga,” usne kaha. “Ab aur nahi. Tu akela nahi maarega usko.”
Dara ne aankh nikaal ke uski taraf dekha, phir dheere se hansaa.
“Dekh lena. Par yaad rakh… agar tune scene bigada, toh main memsaab ko bol dunga ki tu force kar raha hai. Phir dekhna kaun duty pe lagta hai permanent.”
Banke chup chaap apne kone mein jaake let gaya. Aankhein khuli thi. Andar jalan, jealousy, frustration, sab ubal raha tha.
Dara ne side se karwat li, aankhein band kar li. Uske munh pe ab bhi wohi santusht, thaki hui muskurahat thi.
Ek taraf Dara so raha tha, dimaag mein ab bhi Menaka ki chut aur uski cheekhein ghoom rahi thi.
Doosri taraf Banke aankhein khole leta tha, mutthi bhiichi hui, dil mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi —
Ab bahut ho gaya. Ab main bhi usko lunga.
Main hotel room mein baitha kuch kaam-related cheezein catch up kar raha tha, saath hi biwi pe nazar bhi rakh raha tha.
Jab usne Ayan ko pick kiya, toh usko normal routine mein dekh ke almost bhool gaya ki bas kuch ghante pehle woh hamare watchman ki godi mein upar-neeche hop rahi thi. Ab woh phir se wahi demure housewife aur mom lag rahi thi jo main almost das saal se jaanta tha. Usne Ayan ko change karwaya, TV dekhte hue usse vegetables khilayi, phir uske saath homework check kiya. Beech-beech mein living room saaf karti rahi — khaas taur pe us chair ko bohot zor se ragda jispe woh Dara ke lund pe baithi thi.
Ghante guzarte gaye. Usne Ayan ko afternoon nap ke liye sula diya. Phir meri biwi, ek simple si saree mein, TV ke saamne baith gayi. Soap opera chal raha tha, par uski nazar kahin door khoi hui thi.
Thodi der baad doorbell baji.
Woh darwaze pe gayi, peephole se dekha, ek gehri saans li, aur phir darwaza khola.
“Yeh kya bakchodi hai memsaab?” Banke, woh lamba, strong jawaan watchman, andar aate hi chillaaya. Uske chehre pe saaf irritation aur frustration thi.
“Shhh! Ayan so raha hai,” Menaka ne dheeme se kaha. Woh pahonch ke bete ke kamre ka darwaza band kar ke bolt laga aayi.
Banke wahi khada reh gaya jaise kisi bache se uski candy cheen li gayi ho. Uske andar ki jalan saaf jhalak rahi thi.
“Tumhara kya scene hai?” Menaka ne thodi door reh ke poocha.
“Jo kuch Dara ne mujhe bataya… kya woh sab sach hai?”
“Kya bataya usne?”
Banke ne short mein, lekin bilkul accurate, subah se lekar threesome tak ka poora hisaab sunaya. Menaka ka chehra pehle safeed hua, phir gulabi, phir gehra laal. Apni hi gandagi kisi teesre vyakti ke munh se sun ke uski sharm hadd paar kar gayi.
“Sach hai na?” jawaan watchman ghurte hue bola.
“Nahi… nahi,” Menaka ne jhooth bola.
Banke ke chehre pe gussa flash hua.
“Tumhe lagta hai main bewakoof hoon, tum ameer randi?”
“Mujhe aise mat bol. Apni hadd mein reh, tu ek gareeb watchman hai,” Menaka ne palat ke kaha.
Banke ne do tezz kadam badhaye aur uske baal pakad liye.
“Sun, tu randi,” usne dhamki bhare hue dheeme se kaha. “Mujhe pata hai watchman ka kaam kya hota hai. Yeh nahi hota ki main yahan pe lookout bana rahu jab tu din-raat Dara se chudwaye, aur phir uske saath threesome bhi kare.”
“Chhod mujhe!” Menaka jhujhlayi, par uski pakad bohot tight thi. Main almost uthne hi wala tha ki kahin yeh kuch jhatpat na kar de. Aakhir mein usne chhod diya.
“Us din kya bol rahi thi tu? ‘Mere standards hain’. Threesome meri hadd se bahar hai. Par jab Dara ungli uthata hai, toh tu bas gaand hilaa ke sab kuch kar deti hai. Vimla ke saath threesome tak.”
“Main… main nahi chahti thi yeh sab.”
“Usne force kiya?”
“Nahi… bilkul force nahi.”
“Phir?” woh ghoorta raha.
Menaka chup reh gayi. Nazar neeche kar li, chehre pe pure sharm thi. Ek minute se zyada khamoshi rahi. Banke intezaar karta raha. Phir uska sabr jawaab de gaya. Usne uska kandha pakda aur usko ghumane laga.
“Kya kar rahe ho?” Menaka ne protest kiya.
“Dara ne apna maza le liya… ab meri baari,” uske right haath ne uski saree ke petticoat ka nada pakad liya. Pants mein bulge saaf ban raha tha.
“Nahi… please Banke… mera beta agle kamre mein so raha hai,” Menaka ne bheekh maangi.
Banke ruka. Usne usko chhod diya.
“Bahut badhiya. Jab beta ghar pe hota hai toh main tujhe chhoo bhi nahi sakta. Jab college mein hota hai toh tu Dara ki property ban jaati hai. Aur mera kya?”
Mujhe uske liye bura laga. Uski baat mein dum tha. Woh pehla tha jisne meri biwi ko actual sex tak le gaya tha… aur ab Dara saara maza luta ja raha tha jabki yeh neeche chair pe baitha duty kar raha tha.
“Chale jao… please… main haath jodti hoon,” Menaka ne haath jod liye.
Banke kuch second tak usko ghurta raha. Phir usne darwaza itni zor se band kiya ki poori dhanak si aa gayi.
Uske jaane ke baad Menaka wahi khadi reh gayi, saans tez, chehre pe sharm aur thakan ka mix. Andar hi andar usko bhi ehsaas ho raha tha ki Banke ki frustration bejaaz nahi thi. Dara ab poora khel control kar raha tha… aur baaki sab uske pie ke tukde bhi nahi paa rahe the.
Banke jab shack se bahar nikla toh uska chehra gusse se laal tha. Muthhiyan bhiichi hui thi, jaabdon mein zor aa raha tha.
Dara ke alfaz ab bhi uske kaanon mein gunj rahe the — “tu easy hai… duty kar… main memsaab ke saath busy rehta hoon.”
Woh building ke peeche wale dark corner mein jaake khada ho gaya. Cigarette jalaayi, gehra kash liya, aur sochne laga.
Bahut ho gaya. Ab aur nahi.
Dara har baar usko neeche bhej deta tha. Har baar memsaab ke saath time spend karta tha. Threesome tak kar liya usne… aur Banke ko sirf sunne ko mila.
Uske dimaag mein ek khayal aaya. Khatarnak, lekin effective.
Vimla ka pati.
Woh daru peeta tha, gusse wala tha, aur Vimla ke bare mein already shak karta rehta tha. Agar usko pata chal jaaye ki uski biwi roof pe aur shack mein kis-kis ke saath so rahi hai… toh scene bigad sakta hai. Dara ki naukri bhi ja sakti hai. Building se nikal bhi sakta hai woh.
Banke ne cigarette zameen pe bujhaayi aur sochne laga details.
Main Vimla ke pati ko sab bata dunga. Roof wali baat, shack wali baat, kitni baar, kaise… sab. Par ek cheez bilkul nahi bataunga — memsaab ka naam.
Kyunki agar Menaka ka naam aa gaya toh poora scandal ban jaayega. Society involve ho jaayegi, security officer tak aa sakti hai, aur phir memsaab bhi door chali jaayegi. Woh nahi chahta tha.
Uska plan saaf tha:
• Vimla ke pati ko batao ki uski biwi Dara ke saath chakkar chala rahi hai.
• Dara ko target banao.
• Dara building se nikle ya itna busy/problem mein phans jaaye ki memsaab ke paas jaane ka time na rahe.
• Phir field khuli hogi. Tab Banke apna number chalayega.
Usne apne phone mein Vimla ke ghar ka area note kiya. Kal raat ko, jab Dara duty pe hoga, tab jaake uske pati se milne ka irada banaya. Seedha nahi bolega. Thoda farak se, thoda sharaab ke nashe mein, jaise gusse mein aa ke bol raha ho.
“Teri biwi raat-raat bhar us budhe gurkha ke saath roof pe leti hai… shack mein bhi jaati hai… main ne khud dekha hai.”
Bas. Itna kaafi hoga. Baaki aag khud bhadak jaayegi.
Banke ne socha:
Dara ko hatao. Memsaab ko bacha ke rakho. Phir dheere-dheere uspe apna kabza karo.
Uske chehre pe ek cold, angry si muskurahat aa gayi. Jealousy ab plan ban chuki thi.
Woh shack ki taraf wapas chala gaya, lekin ab uski chaal mein ek naya confidence tha. Dara ab bhi andar so raha hoga, apne “jeet” ke nashe mein.
Banke ne dheere se kaha, bilkul apne aap se:
“Maza aa gaya na tujhe aaj? Kal se dekhna… kaise maza kharab karta hoon tera.”
Raat gehri hoti ja rahi thi. Building ke neeche ek naya khel shuru hone wala tha — aur is baar Banke sirf dekhne wala nahi, chalane wala banne wala tha.
Banke ke jaate hi Menaka sofa pe zor se gir gayi. Ek lambi, bhaari saans li aur rone lagi. Mujhe uske liye bura toh laga, par saath hi thoda gussa bhi aa raha tha. Jab maine dekha ki woh phone uthane lagi hai, toh main almost call karne hi wala tha. Laga shayad mujhe hi call karne wali hai. Usne number dial kiya aur phone kaan se laga liya.
“Hello, Indu mausi? Main bol rahi hoon, Menaka.”
Huh? Yeh apni Thane wali mausi ko kyun call kar rahi thi?
“Main theek hoon. Haan, Ayan bhi theek hai. Aap se ek kaam tha. Hamari building mein agle kuch din maintenance ka kaam chal raha hai. Bohot shor hota hai. Ayan raat bhar nahi so paata. Kya hum kuch din aapke yahan reh sakte hain jab tak kaam khatam nahi ho jaata? Aapko takleef nahi dena chahti main… ohh bahut bahut shukriya.”
Yeh toh interesting turn tha. Main samajh raha tha ki Menaka is baat se hil gayi thi ki woh kitni gehrai tak gir chuki hai aur Dara ke control mein kitni aa chuki hai. Socha tha shayad thoda break leke khud ko sambhale. Par itna nahi socha tha ki woh seedha bhaag khadi hogi.
Lekin bilkul yahi hua. Woh jaise kisi jaldi mein ho, bedroom bhaagi aur packing shuru kar di. Aadhe ghante ke andar usne Ayan ko jagaya, bag uthaye, aur ghar se nikal gayi.
Main kuch der tak apne khali ghar ke kamron ko dekhte raha. Soch raha tha shayad woh raasta badal ke wapas aa jaaye.
Par nahi.
Woh chali gayi thi.
“Matlab gayab?”
Mainne apna dhyaan watchman ke shack wale feed pe shift kiya. Darwaza khula aur Dara andar aaya, peeche Banke.
“Matlab kya hota hai? Woh chali gayi hai.”
“Kahan gayi? Shopping?”
“Nahi, uske paas suitcase tha. Beta ko leke nikal gayi.”
“Tune roka kyun nahi?” Dara ka gussa nikal pada.
“Kaise rokta? Aas-paas kai neighbors khade the. Agar main usko pakad ke rokta toh log kya sochte?”
Dara ka chehra thoda bigda, phir usne shoulders uthaye aur halka sa hans diya.
“Shayad humne usko thoda zyada dhakel diya. Break chahiye hoga usko. Par wapas aayegi. Yeh uska ghar hai aakhir.”
“Tu ne toh soone ki murgi hi maar di,” Banke ne kadi awaaz mein kaha.
“Bilkul nahi. Woh fas chuki hai. Do-teen din tak uski chut mein mota lund nahi jayega toh khud bhaagti hui wapas aayegi. Promise. Main in auraton ko pehchanta hoon.”
Main Dara ke confidence pe hairaan tha. Pata nahi over-confidence tha ya sach. Meri biwi uske control mein kaafi gehri lag rahi thi… sirf physical nahi, emotional level pe bhi. Us connection se mujhe jalan bhi ho rahi thi.
Ussi din shaam ko Menaka Indu mausi ke ghar pahunch gayi. Thane ka chhota sa, shaant sa ghar. Ayan ko room mein sula ke woh khud balcony mein baith gayi. Hawa mein halki si thandak thi. Koi doorbell nahi, koi watchman nahi, koi sharmindagi wala sofa nahi.
Pehli baar poore din mein uske kandhe thode dhile pade. Saans puri bhari. Thodi der baad uske chehre pe halka sa sukoon aa gaya. Yahan woh phir se sirf Ayan ki mummy thi… kisi ki randi nahi.
Raat ko almost 11 baje uske phone pe message aaya.
Dara:
Kahan hai memsaab? Itni jaldi bhaag gayi? Teri yaad aa rahi hai. Wapas aa ja. Main intezaar karunga.
Menaka ne message padha. Uski aankhein kuch second tak screen pe tiki rahi. Phir usne phone ulta rakh diya. Reply nahi kiya.
Doosra message aaya:
Itni khoobsurat chut ko itne din bhookha rakhna theek nahi. Bol, kab aa rahi hai?
Usne woh bhi ignore kar diya. Phone silent mode pe laga ke side mein rakh diya aur aankhein band kar li.
Pehli baar usne Dara ko nahi chuna.
Us raat mujhe biwi ka short email aaya:
“Dearest Prakash
Ayan aur main Indu masi ke yahan rahenge jab tak tum wapas nahi aate. Ghar pe cheezein bohot complicated ho gayi hain, main ab handle nahi kar pa rahi. Jab milenge toh detail mein bataungi. Jab tum wapas aao toh seedha Indu masi ke ghar cab leke aana, humein pick karke ghar le chalna.
Love
Menaka”
Agle kuch din kaafi boring guzre. Main saari feeds pe nazar rakhta raha, sochta raha ki Dara ki prediction sahi niklegi aur woh taste ke liye wapas aa jaayegi. Par woh dil se door hi rahi. Haan, Dara aur Banke ne
Vimla ko roof pe aur shack mein do-teen baar choda, par mujhe usme koi khas dilchaspi nahi thi.
Itna kuch dekhne ke baad main khud horny ho gaya tha. Do din feeds dekhne ke baad main apni ek purani fuck-buddy ke contact mein aaya. Uske saath Juhu ke ek ache restaurant mein dinner kiya, phir raat uske ghar guzari. Usse teen baar choda, par dimaag mein poori raat Menaka hi ghoomti rahi. Mera official return date bas do din door tha, aur main bekarar tha apni biwi ko aise chodne ke liye jaise pehle kabhi nahi choda tha.
Agli dopahar main apni fuck-buddy ke ghar se hotel wapas aaya, taiyaar ki ab saara equipment disconnect karke wapas kar doon.
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Ghar bilkul sunsan tha. Menaka aur Ayan ke bina pure flat mein ek ajeeb sa sannata phaila hua tha. Prakash apne laptop screen ke samne baitha tha, thoda bore hote hue pehle emails check kiye aur phir dhyan bhatkane ke liye CCTV feed khol li. Living room khali, balcony khali... har frame mein bas wahi wahi khamoshi. Bore hokar usne camera angle change kiya aur rooftop feed par switch kiya.
Agle hi pal, uske hosh ud gaye.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!"
Screen par jo drishya dikha, use dekhkar main ekdum jhatke se seedha baith gaya. Mera dil tezi se dhadakne laga.
Rooftop par, water tank ke theek peeche, Dara ghutno ke bal baitha tha—puri tarah se naked, muh par jagah-jagah neel aur khoon ke nishan. Uske haath peeche rassi se kaske bande hue the. Aur wahi banda jo abhi tak mere bed par khraate maar raha tha, woh Dara ke paas khada tha. Usne Bina kisi reham ke Dara ke pet mein ek zoradar kick maari aur Tamil mein gundon jaise gaaliyon ki bauchar karne laga. Yeh koi aur nahi, Vimla ka pati Muthu tha.
Uske bagal mein, Vimla khud naked state mein ghutno par padi rorahi thi. Usne Muthu ke pair tightly pakad rakhe the aur Tamil mein gidgida kar use rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Lekin Muthu par jaise khoon sawar tha.
Usne kuch hi doori par Banke khada tha, ekdum lachar. Uske peeche ek chautha banda tha—ekdum thuggish, gunda type look—jisne Banke ki gardan par ek dharadar chhuri tikayi hui thi. Yahan kya chal raha tha, mujhe ghanta kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha.
Muthu aur uska dost Senthil milkar Dara ki aisi dhunai kar rahe the ki dekhkar hi rooh kaamp jaaye.
Senthil ne Dara ke ribs aur groin mein itni behrami se laat maari ki uski cheekh hawa mein ghut kar reh gayi. Kuch hi second mein Dara puri tarah khoon se lathpath hokar behosh gaya. Vimla do-haath jodkar reham ki bheekh maangti rahi, uski cheekhein pure terrace mein goonj rahi thi, jabki Banke gardan par chhuri rakhe, lachar aankhon se yeh sab hota hua dekh raha tha.
Prakash ki aankhein screen par tiki ki tiki reh gayi. Rooftop ka camera view ek khaufnaak nightmare mein badal chuka tha, aur wo chah kar bhi apni nazar nahi hata pa raha tha.
Muthu ke chehre par waahshiyat saaf dikh rahi thi. Usne behosh padne se pehle hi Dara ko baalon se pakadkar upar kheencaha. "Randi ke bacche! Meri biwi par nazar daalta hai?" Muthu Tamil mein chillaya aur poore zor se Dara ke chehre par ek zordar ghoonsa jad diya. Dara ke muh se khoon ka phawara phoot pada.
Muthu ke saath Senthil bhi poore josh mein tha. Senthil ne Dara ki pasliyon (ribs) par ek ke baad ek kayi kick maari. Ribs ke tootne ki aawaz jaise screen ke aar-paar sunayi de rahi thi. Un dono ne milkar Dara ko literally destroy kar diya tha—uska jism jagah-jagah se neela pad chuka tha, muh suja hua tha aur wo aadhi behoshi ki haalat mein zameen par pada bas karah raha tha.
Vimla zameen par ghisat-ghisat kar Muthu ke pair pakadne ki koshish kar rahi thi. "Muthu, ennai manichidu! Use mat maaro, wo mar jayega! Reham karo!" wo Tamil mein foot-foot kar ro rahi thi, haath jodkar bheekh maang rahi thi.
Lekin Muthu ka gussa aasmaan chhoo raha tha. Usne Vimla ko ek zordar laat maari aur wahi zameen par patak diya.
"Chup kar, raand!" Muthu us par chillaya, uski aankhon mein nafrat thi. "Tujhe apne pati se wafa nahi hui?
Is kutte ke saath so rahi thi tu? Meri izzat ka kachra kar diya tum dono ne!" Woh use gandi-gandi gaaliyaan deta raha, uski har cheekh par uske charitra par keechad uchhalta raha.
Iss poore maahol mein jahan khauf aur khoon-kharaba tha, wahin thodi door khada Banke ekdum shaant tha.
Gardan par chhuri tiki hone ke bawajood, uske chehre par ek dheeemi, shaatir smile aagayi thi. Sab kuch bilkul waise hi ho raha tha jaisa usne plan kiya tha. Dara ka khatma, Vimla ka zaleel hona, aur Muthu ka gussa—uski script ka har ek character apna role perfectly play kar raha tha. Uski chaal kamyab ho chuki thi.
Prakash ki saans jaise gale mein hi atakk gayi thi. Laptop screen se nikalti lights ke beech, rooftop par chal raha wo khaufnaak khel khatam hone ka naam hi nahi le raha tha.
Muthu aur Senthil par khoon sawar tha. Dara ab zameen par poori tarah lifeless pada tha, uska jism bina kisi halchal ke aadh-marra sa pada hua tha. Muh se nikalta khoon zameen par phail chuka tha. Senthil ne ek aakhri zordar kick uske pet mein maari, par iss baar Dara ke muh se koi cheekh bhi nahi nikli—wo poori tarah unconscious ho chuka tha.
Vimla zameen par baal bikhare, haath jode bilakh-bilakh kar ro rahi thi, uski aawaz aape se bahar ho chuki thi.
Muthu ne gusse mein aakar Dara ke baal pakadkar uska sar upar uthaya, par Dara ka sar wapas bejan hokar zameen par gir pada.
Tabhi Banke ne maahol ki seriousness ko samjha. Chehre ki wo shaatir smile gayab ho gayi aur uski jagah ek ajeeb sa darr aa gaya. Agar Dara rooftop par hi mar gaya, toh plan safal hone ki jagah case ban jayega aur security officer poore mamle ko lapet mein le legi.
Banke ne gardan par lagi chhuri ki parwah kiye bina, thoda aage hokar haath uthaya.
"Bas kar Muthu! Bas kar Senthil!" Banke ne chillakar kaha, uski aawaz mein tharrtharahat thi. "Chhod do ab use! Mar jayega bhenchod yeh! Agar yeh rooftop par mar gaya na, toh case ban jayega aur hum sab andar jayenge. Iska hisaab ho gaya, ab chhod do ise!"
Muthu ne haanphte hue Dara ki taraf dekha. Uska gussa abhi bhi thanda nahi hua tha, lekin Banke ki baat mein dum tha. Jail jaane ka darr dono ke chehre par saaf dikhne laga. Senthil ne knife Banke ki gardan se hataya aur use peeche dhakel diya.
"Tujhe toh baad mein dekhunga," Muthu ne Vimla ki taraf thookte hue gaali di. "Aaj ke baad agar yeh kutta teri zindagi mein dikha, toh jaan se maar doonga dono ko."
Dono ne ek aakhri baar Dara ke bejan jism ko dekha aur bina koi waqt ganwaye terrace ke darwaze ki taraf bhag gaye. Unke jaate hi rooftop par ek sanasani phail gayi.
Vimla ghisat-ghisat kar Dara ke paas pahounchi. "Dara... Dara utho! Netri... Kadhawule!" wo Tamil mein ronte hue use hosh mein laane ki koshish karne lagi. Uski aakhon se aansu rukaney ka naam nahi le rahe the.
Banke ne jaldi se aage badhkar Dara ki pulse check ki. Dhadkan bohot dheemi chal rahi thi. "Yeh toh gaya kaam se agar ise abhi medical help nahi mili," Banke ne ghabraahat mein kaha.
"Banke please, ise bachalo! Hum ise hospital le chalte hain," Vimla ne Banke ke pair pakad liye.
Banke ne dhyan se socha—private hospital gaye toh poori inquiry hogi, security officer case banega aur paise bhi lagenge.
"Chupchap kapde pehno dono! Hum ise Government Hospital le ja rahe hain, wahan casualty mein aaram se daakhil ho jayega aur security officer ko 'unidentified assault' ka bahana bana denge."
Donon ne fat-afat kapde pehne. Banke ne Dara ko jaise-taise apne shoulders par uthaya, uska adha-marra jism bojh ki tarah latak raha tha.
Vimla ne peeche se sahara diya. Dono use kisi tarah neeche le aaye aur gaddi mein daal kar nazdeeki Government Hospital ki taraf bhaage. CCTV screen par ab sirf rooftop ka khali floor aur khoon ke dhabbe bache the, aur Prakash apne room mein baitha bas shok mein screen ko taakta reh gaya.
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Agle din ki subah ek ajeeb si khamoshi ke saath hui. Prakash poori raat so nahi paya tha, uski aakhon ke samne baar-baar terrace ka wo khooni khel ghoom raha tha.
Dopehar ke waqt ghar mein halchal shuru hui. Menaka apne bete Ayan ke saath poore ek hafte baad Indu maasi ke ghar se wapas laut aayi thi. Bacchay ke aane se pure flat mein wapas chahal-pahal laut aayi, lekin Prakash ekdum gumsum tha. Usne Menaka se kuch nahi kaha, bas chupchap use dekh raha tha.
Menaka ko kal raat ke iss khaufnaak kaand ki ek bhanak tak nahi thi.
Din hamesha ki tarah aage badha. Menaka ne aate hi poore ghar ki safai shuru kar di—kapde dhona, rasoi sambhalna, aur Ayan ke peeche bhaagna. Shaam tak wo poori tarah thak chuki thi, lekin uske dil mein ek bechaini dhere-dhere ghar kar rahi thi. Wo poore din iss umeed mein thi ki Dara ka koi na koi message ya call aayega, lekin uska phone ekdum silent tha.
Raat ho chuki thi.
Din bhar ke kaam se free hokar Menaka ne TV on kiya aur koi random show laga kar apna dhyan bhatkane ki koshish karne lagi.
Par uska dhyan baar-baar apne phone ki screen par ja raha tha. "Ek hafte baad aayi hoon, fir bhi is bande ka koi ata-pata nahi hai?" wo mann hi mann khud se baatein kar rahi thi. Uska dil kisi अनहोनी (unhoni) ka ishara de raha tha, par wo apne darr ko daba rahi thi.
Raat ke kareeb 11 baj rahe the.
Menaka bedroom mein gayi aur dekha ki Ayan gehri neend mein so chuka hai.
Menaka chupke se bathroom mein gayi, andar se latch lagaya aur thak-thak karte dil ke saath Dara ka number dial kiya.
“The subscriber you are trying to reach is currently switched off...”
Ringtone ki jagah automated voice sunkar Menaka ke hosh ud gaye. Usne dubara try kiya, fir tisri baar... par result wahi tha—Phone Switched Off. Ab panic uske poore jism mein phailne laga tha. Dara kabhi bhi apna phone iss tarah off nahi rakhta tha. Uski dhadkano ki aawaz uske apne kaano mein goonjne lagi.
Usse ab aur sabar nahi hua. Wo bathroom se bahar nikli, ek baar Ayan ko dekha, aur bina koi aahat kiye room se bahar nikal gayi. Uski taangey kaamp rahi thi par wo tezi se stairs chadhte hue terrace ki taraf bhagi. Uske dimaag mein sau tarah ke khayal aarahe the—kya Dara wahan uska wait kar raha hoga? Kya wo firse Vimla ko chod raha hai?
Jaise hi usne roof ka bhari darwaza dhakela, thandi hawa ka ek jhonka uske chehre par laga. Terrace par ghor andhera tha.
"Dara?" usne dheeemi aawaz mein pukaara.
Koi jawab nahi aaya.
Usne poore rooftop par nazar ghumayi—water tank ke peeche, corners mein, har jagah... par terrace ekdum khali aur sunsan tha. Kal raat jahan khoon ke dhabbe aur cheekhein thi, wahan ab sirf sannata tha.
Dara ka kahin koi namo-nishan nahi tha. Usko laga shayad Dara usse naraaz hai ya kahin bahar gaya hai, lekin ye bechaini uske gale ka phanda banti ja rahi thi.
Haarp kar, aankhon mein aansu liye aur ghabrahat se kaampte hue Menaka neeche apne bedroom mein wapas laut aayi. Wo bed par Ayan ke bagal mein let gayi, par uski aakhon se neend gayab thi. Wo chhat ko taakti rahi, yeh jane bina ki jis Dara ko wo dhoond rahi hai, wo iss waqt ICU mein zindagi aur maut ke beech jhool raha hai.
Agle do-teen din Menaka ke liye kisi jahannum se kam nahi the. Wo baar-baar chori-chhupe Dara ka number dial karti, par har baar wahi ruki-sukhi automated aawaz sunayi deti—“The number you are calling is currently switched off.”
Uska dimaag phatne laga tha, khana-peena sab chhoot gaya tha. Usko lag raha tha ki Dara shayad use ignore kar raha hai ya koi bada panga ho gaya hai.
Teesre din subah, jaise hi Ayan ki college bus aayi aur wo use chor kar wapas lauti, Menaka ka sabar poori tarah toot gaya. Wo bina ek pal gawaye seedhe neeche servant quarters ki taraf bhaagi. Uska iraada Vimla se poochne ka tha ki Dara kahan hai aur chal kya raha hai.
Jaise hi Menaka ne Vimla ke kamre ka darwaza khadkhadaya, andar ka nazara dekh kar wo wahi jam gayi. Vimla ek kone mein baithi thi, uske chehre par darr saaf dikh raha tha aur aakhein rone ki wajah se suji hui thi.
"Vimla! Dara kahan hai? Uska phone switch off kyu aa raha hai teen din se?" Menaka ne ghabraaye hue tone mein poocha.
Vimla ne jaise hi Menaka ko dekha, wo foot-foot kar rone lagi. Usne Menaka ke pair pakad liye aur kaampte hue aawaz mein us raat ka poora sach ugal diya. Usne bataya ki kaise uska pati Muthu aur uska dost Senthil wahan aaye the, kaise unhone Dara ko nanga karke terrace par berahmi se peeta, kaise uske ribs aur chehre ko destroy kar diya, aur kaise Banke use aadh-marra haalat mein Government Hospital le gaya.
"Didi... wo bohot khoon beh raha tha... Muthu use maar hi daalta agar Banke bhai beech mein na aate. Wo hospital mein hai, pata nahi bachega bhi ya nahi!" Vimla bilakh-bilakh kar boli.
Sach sunte hi Menaka ke pairon tale zameen nikal gayi. Uska sir chakarane laga, sans phoolne lagi. Usko samajh nahi aa raha tha ki wo kya kare—darr, guilt aur pareshani ne use poori tarah gher liya tha. Ek taraf uska pati Prakash tha jisse usne yeh sab chupaya tha, aur dusri taraf Dara, jo uske chakkar mein hospital mein zindagi aur maut se lad raha tha.
Ghabrahat mein Menaka se raha nahi gaya. Usne turant apna phone nikala aur Prakash ko WhatsApp video call mila di.
Do ring ke baad Prakash ne call uthaya. Screen par Prakash ka chehra dekhte hi Menaka ke aakho se aansu behne lage. Usne kaampte honto se kaha, "Prakash... wo... mujhe abhi pata chala. Dara bohot buri haalat mein Government Hospital mein admit hai... Muthu ne use bohot buri tarah peeta hai."
Wo aage bolte hue hichkiyan lene lagi, "Prakash, mera dimaag kaam nahi kar raha hai. Kya... kya mujhe hospital jaakar Dara se milna chahiye? Main kya karoon?"
Dusri taraf screen par Prakash bilkul calm tha, par uski aakho mein ek ajeeb sa sannata tha. Wo achhi tarah jaanta tha ki terrace par kya hua tha, kyunki usne sab kuch apni aakho se CCTV par dekha tha. Usne
Menaka ke buraaye hue chehre ko dekha aur bas chupchap use taakta raha.
Agle din ki subah Menaka ke liye bohot hi uljan bhari thi. Raat bhar wo so nahi paayi thi, uske dimaag mein sirf Dara ka khoon se lathpath chehra ghoom raha tha. Subah hote hi usne faisla kar liya ki chahe jo ho jaye, wo hospital jaakar Dara ko ek baar zaroor dekhegi.
Usne subah-subah jaldi uthkar bath liya aur apne aap ko taiyar karne lagi. Darr aur ghabrahat ke beech bhi, uska dressing sense hamesha ki tarah kamaal ka tha. Usne almirah se ek dark green color ki silk saree nikali. Silk ka kapda uski fair skin par ek alag hi glow la raha tha. Saree ko usne bohot hi tight aur sateek tarike se lapeta tha, jo uske voluptuous aur curvy figure ko poori tarah highlight kar raha. Matching blouse mein uski chest aur uski patli kamar ka curve ekdum prominent lag raha tha. Pallu ko usne iss tarah dbang kiya tha ki uski toned waist thodi si dikh rahi thi, jisse uska look aur bhi drop-dead gorgeous lag raha tha.
Ghar se nikal kar usne hospital ke liye ek auto rickshaw pakda. Auto chalate waqt driver ka dhyan raste se zyada apne rearview mirror par tha. Mirror mein Menaka ka haseen aur bhara hua jism dekh kar driver ke hosh ude hue the. Uski nazar baar-baar Menaka ki heavy chest aur saree ke cut par ja kar tik rahi thi. Menaka ko saaf pata tha ki driver use mirror mein ghoor raha hai aur uski nazar kahan hai, lekin iss waqt wo itni pareshan thi ki usne uss tharki gaze ko poori tarah ignore kar diya aur bas khidki ke bahar dekhti rahi.
Hospital pahunchte hi ajeeb si phenyl aur dawaiyon ki badboo ne uska swagat kiya. Government Hospital ka common ward bohot hi crowded aur ganda tha. Har taraf mareez aur unke gharwale bhatak rahe the. Green silk saree mein Menaka wahan bilkul ek apsara jaisi lag rahi thi—ward mein majood har aadmi aur ward boy ki nazrein use hi taakne lagi thi, par Menaka ko kisi ki parwah nahi thi.
Dhoondhte-dhoondhte wo Dara ke bed ke paas pahunchi. Wahan pehle se hi Vimla aur Banke khade the. Vimla ne jaise hi Menaka ko dekha, wo thodi saham gayi aur peeche hat gayi, jabki Banke ne ek shaatir nazar se Menaka ke khoobsurat jism ko oopar se neeche tak dekha.
Lekin Menaka ki nazar sirf bed par pade Dara par gayi, aur use dekhte hi Menaka ki aakhon mein aansu dab-daba gaye.
Dara ko pehchanna mushkil ho raha tha. Uska chehra poori tarah suja hua tha, lips phate hue the aur aakhon ke paas neel ke kaale dhabbe the. Uske poore chest aur pasliyon (ribs) par pattiyaan bandhi hui thi, aur ek haath mein IV drip lagi hui thi. Wo aadh-marra sa zameen se thoda oopar bed par pada tha. Baar-baar marne jaisi haalat se guzarne ke baad, aaj subah hi use thoda hosh aaya tha, par uska jism poori tarah se destroy ho chuka tha. Uska har ek saans lena bhi dard se bhara hua lag raha tha.
Menaka dhere-dhere bed ke paas aayi aur apna kaampte hua haath Dara ke thande, zakhmi haath par rakha. Uski aakhon se ek aansu nikal kar uske gaal par phisal gaya.
"Dara..." Menaka ke muh se sirf itna hi nikla, uski aawaz poori tarah raseeli aur dard se bhari hui thi. Dara ne bohot mushkil se apni suji hui aakhein kholi aur Menaka ko green saree mein apne samne khada dekha, par wo dard ke maare ek lafz bhi bolne ki haalat mein nahi tha.
Dara ne bohot mushkil se apni suji hui aakhein kholi aur samne Menaka ko dekha. Uske phate hue lips hilne ki koshish kar rahe the, par gale se ek bhi lafz nahi nikla. Uska jism itna zyada damaged tha ki har ek saans ke saath uski pasliyon mein teekha dard uth raha tha. Dara ki yeh laachar haalat dekhkar Menaka ka sabar toot gaya. Usne apne dono haath muh par rakh liye aur wahi bed ke paas khadi hokar foot-foot kar rone lagi. Green silk saree ke aanchal se wo apne aansu poonchhti, par uski heavy chest har ek hichki ke saath zor-zor se upar-neeche ho rahi thi.
Government hospital ke uss congested aur gande common ward mein maahol ekdum ajeeb ho gaya tha. Ward mein bharti aas-paas ke gareeb patients, unke sath aaye mard relatives, aur wahan ghoom rahe ward boys—sab ki nazrein ab Dara ke bed par tiki hui thi. Lekin kisi ka dhyan Dara ki bimari par nahi tha, balki sabhi Menaka ke uss drop-dead gorgeous jism ko dekhkar andar hi andar pagal ho rahe the.
Dark green silk saree uske curvy figure par aisi tightly chipki hui thi ki uski har ek contour saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Blouse ke deep cut se jhakti uski voluptuous chest aur tight saree mein se jhanki uski waist ko dekhkar wahan majood mard apni laalchi nazrein uspar se hata hi nahi pa rahe the. Wahan ke log apas mein kaanaphusi karne lage:
"Abe dekh, yeh itni haseen memsaab iss gandi ward mein kya kar rahi hai?"
"Kiski aurat hai yeh? Dekh kaise iss aadh-marre naukar ke liye ro rahi hai..."
"Bhai saab, kya maloom konsi badi kothi ki malkin hai. Par jism dekho, kya kamaal ki cheez hai!"
Duraane-a-gossip, Banke ek kone mein khada hokar yeh poora tamasha dekh raha tha. Ek taraf Dara ki yeh tabah haalat aur doosri taraf Menaka ki yeh bebasi aur uska breathtaking jism—dono ko dekhkar Banke ke dimaag mein ek shaatir khushi ka thikana nahi tha. Uska plan 100% successful ho gaya tha. Usne Bina koi daag apne sar liye Dara ko raste se hata diya tha, Muthu aur Senthil ko apna mohra bana diya tha, aur ab Menaka ko aisi haalat mein dekhkar uska confidence aasmaan chhoo raha tha.
Lekin iss pure ward mein ek aur cheez chal rahi thi jiss se wahan majood kisi bhi insaan ko khabar nahi thi.
Common ward ke door-darwaze ke paas, ek pillar ke peeche khada ek doosra mard dur se iss saare scene par nazar tikaye hue tha. Uski aakhein Dara par kam aur Menaka ke uss bhare hue, raseele jism par zyada atki hui thi. Jab jab Menaka ronte hue aage jhukti, uss mard ki nazar uski tight saree ke cuts aur voluptuous curves par jaakar jam jaati. Uske dimaag mein Menaka ko lekar bohot saari khaufnaak aur hawas bhari baatein chalne lagi thi. Wo janta tha ki ab Dara laachar hai, aur Menaka iss waqt akeli aur kamzor hai—aur yeh mauka uske liye kya ban sakta tha, yeh baat uske dimaag mein tezi se ghoom rahi thi.
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Ward ke uss bhid-bhad aur badboodar maahol mein, jahan sabhi ki nazrein Menaka ke husn par thahri hui thi, wahan ek shakhs aisa bhi tha jo iss manzar ko kisi aam tharki mard ki tarah nahi, balki ek shaatir aur tajarbekar nigaah se dekh raha tha.
Pillar ke peeche khada woh aadmi aur koi nahi, 58 saal ka Asaduddin Qureshi tha.
Asaduddin Qureshi, jo 'Shakti Security Pvt. Ltd.' ka eklauta owner tha. Yeh wahi company thi jiske through Dara, Banke aur hazaron dusre watchmen poore Mumbai aur aapas ke ilaqon mein security ki duty karte the. Aaj subah hi Asad ke office mein phone aaya tha ki unka ek watchman, Dara, kisi jhagde mein buri tarah pit gaya hai aur uski haalat bohot nazuk hai. Halanki Asad apne kisi mamuli watchman ki aisi fikar nahi karta tha, par kyunki ye mamla security officers ke pass ja sakta tha aur Dara serious tha, toh wo sirf ek nazar maarne aur damage control ke iraade se is sarkaari aspatal tak chala aaya tha.
Lekin jaise hi wo ward mein ghusa, uske paon zameen par jaise jam se gaye. Uski nazar ekdum se uss aurat par pad gayi thi, jo tight dark green silk saree mein Dara ke bed ke paas khadi bilakh rahi thi.
Asad ek purana khiladi tha. Uski puri zindagi kaafi hadd tak underworld aur jurm ki duniya ke ird-gird beeti thi. Jawaani mein wo 2-3 baar extortion aur bheed-bhad ke cases mein saalon tak jail ki hawa bhi kha chuka tha. Jab umar thodi dhalne lagi, toh usne apni 'muscle power' aur underworld connections ka istemaal karke legally yeh security company khol li aur set ho gaya. Mumbai mein jagah-jagah par uski benaami properties thi jo usne apne usi purane kaale dhan (black money) se khareedi thi.
Uski shakhsiyat apne aap mein kisi chalti-phirti kahani jaisi thi. Asad ne ek dhila-dhala safed Pathani suit pehna hua tha, jiske collar aur cuffs hamesha kade rehte the. Sar par ek jaalidaar ..,. topi thi, aur uske chehre par ek ghani lambi daadhi thi jo uske chest tak aati thi. Yeh daadhi usne mehendi laga kar bilkul laal rang ki dye kar rakhi thi, jo uske shatir chehre ko ek ajab si dabdabe wali look deti thi. Uske aas-paas se ek bohot tez, meethi aur bhaari 'ittar' ki khushboo aati thi jo itni strong thi ki aas-paas ki phenyl ki badboo uske aage pheeki pad jaati thi.
Jaise-jaise Asad Menaka ki aahon aur uske phadakte hue hont ko dekh raha tha, uska tajurbekaar dimaag poori speed se chalne laga. Usne socha, "Ek ekdum Bollywood ki nayika jaisi khubsoorat aur ameer memsaab... jiska figure dekh kar hi pata chalta hai ki yeh kisi aam ghar ki aurat nahi hai... wo itni subah ek do-kaudi ke maamuli security guard ke bed ke paas aakar foot-foot kar kyu ro rahi hai?" Asad ko saalon ki samajh ne turant ishaara de diya tha—*Daal mein sirf kaala nahi hai, poori ki poori daal hi kaali hai.*
Par uske shaatir dimaag se bada bhukamp uske jism mein aa raha tha. Asad ki zindagi mein uski 3 biwiyan aur kareeb 12 bacche the. Uski teeno biwiyan Mumbai ke alag-alag ilaqon mein apne bacchon ke sath rehti thi, aur Asad apni marzi se kabhi-kabhi unse milne chala jata tha. Lekin uski sabhi biwiyan ab 50 saal ki umar par kar chuki thi aur unke shareer poori tarah bad-dhaul ho chuke the. Poshida baaton mein kaha jaye toh Asaduddin Qureshi ka bedroom kaafi saalo se poori tarah se "thanda" pada hua tha. Umr aur thakan ne uske andar ki uss bhookh ko kuchal diya tha.
Lekin aaj... aaj is government ward ki gandagi ke beech ek chamakti hui heere jaisi aurat ko dekh kar uske andar wo aag wapas bhadak uthi jo kaafi saalo se dafan thi. Menaka ke curvy figure, saree ki fold se dikhti uski kamar, aur rone ki wajah se uthte-girte uske bhaari seene ko dekhkar Asad ki dark aur shaatir aakhein ek thandi aur hawas-bhari bhookh (lust) se bhar gayi. Wo wahan thehar gaya, apni laal daadhi par haath pherte hue uska pura focus uss husn ko deeply observe karne aur us daal ke kaale hisse ko samjhne mein lag gaya.
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