Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

[Rattler]

Absolutely enticing, erotic, spicy and exciting story! Your writing is full of excitement and eroticism.

[doctor ali b]

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[Antman86]

Update dijiya pls bhai

[Mehtab_]

Doorbhash bajta raha. “OOh tumhara pati tumhe isi dasha mein bula raha hai, uthogi?” Chacha Vivek ne poocha. Maa ne kaha “Aaah ahhh ahhh nahi nahi main yeh jokhim nahi le sakti ki pati jaan jaye... aaahhhh kripya dheeme chalo ooohh” 


Phir Chacha Vivek ne kaha, “ooh tum kitni kulta ho, yeh bhi nahi jaanna chahti ki pati koi aapat-kaal poochh raha hai? Tumhe sirf mere ling ka tumhari yoni mein hona chahiye.” Maa sirf anand mein karahi. 

Maine kalpana ki pita yatri-griha mein doorbhash thaame hue abhi bhi soch rahe hain maa kyun nahi utha rahi. 








Wapas us ghar mein jahan yeh ashuddhata ho rahi thi, nayi kon se maas ki awaz moti, geeli, barish ke khilaf lagbhag nirlajj ho gayi. 

Woh chillayi—rukne ki cheekh nahi, kshamta ki cheekh, woh awaz jo pehle-sambandh wala shareer tab karta hai jab use ek aakaar milta hai jise baad mein rasoi mein yaad rakhna padega. 

“Aahhhh—Vivek—main nahi—yeh bahut—oohh—” 

“Tum le sakti ho. Tum le rahi ho. Khud ko suno. Tumhara pati tumhe bula raha hai jab tum mere naam par karahne mein vyast ho, kitni achhi kulta” 

“Mujhe apni awaz se nafrat hai.” 

“Mujhe nahi. Main us awaz mein reh sakta hoon. Vivahit gala, varjit ling, barish gali ko ponchhti hui taaki gawah na bane siway us purush ke jo tumhare andar hai aur uske jo khud ko sunna seekh chuka ho.” 

Main us par kaanpa, jaise use prasaran-yantra ka gyan ho. Nahi ho sakta tha. Yeh sirf us purush ka aham tha jo chudai ke beech tha, poori raat ka naam aise le raha jaise woh uski ho. 

Mera haath chipchipa tha. Main nahi ruka. Uska karahna ghana ho chuka tha—aahhh aur uuhhh aur toote chhote oh-oh-oh jab woh ant tak baithta—aur wahi ghanatva tha jisne mere andar ke taar ko ant tak kas diya. Putra maa ko peeda mein sunta hai aur daudta hai. 

Ab woh tukdon mein baat karte, kyunki pehli-baar ka sambhog jab asal sambhog ban jata hai to aisa hi hota hai. Vaakya dhakelon ke beech aate. 

“Kya tumhara pati kabhi tumhe aise chhodta hai?” 

“Nahi. Aahhh—nahi.” 

“Achha.” 

“Yeh achha nahi. Yeh paap hai jo main uthungi.” 

“Pehle is ling par uthao.” 

“Tum asambhav ho aaahhh ooohhhhh” 

“Tumne yeh doorbhash par bhi kaha tha.” 

“Tum bahut yaad rakhte ho.” 

“Main tumhari ungliyon ki geeli awaz yaad rakhta hoon. Yeh usse geeli hai.” 

“Iski prashansa mat karo.” 

“Jo chahe uski prashansa karunga. Yeh jaanghen. Yeh peeth. Jaise tumhari kamar un saare varshon ke neeche bhi aakaar rakhti hai jo tumne pehle doosron ko khilane mein bitaye. Yakeen nahi aata itna wait kiya kisi aur purush ki patni mein khud ko rakhne ke liye.” 

“Aahhhh—patni mat kaho.” 

“Kyun. Usse tum jakadti ho.” 

Usne uska vivad nahi kiya. Woh karahi, aur karahna haara hua vivad tha. 

“Main tumhari kulta nahi banungi.” 

“Tum padvi se inkaar karte hue kaam ki riyaz kar rahi ho. Theek hai. Padvi wait kar sakti hai. Yeh sthiti nahi kar sakti.” 

“Maine kabhi— uuuhhh—maine kabhi khud ko kisi ko aise nahi dikhaya.” 

“Tum mujhe dikha rahi ho. Barish tumhara parda hai. Mere haath baaki hain.” 

Phir usne kuch aur ganda kaha, yantra ke kareeb, waisa vaakya jo purush tabhi kehta hai jab woh seedha us jagah ko dekh raha ho jise istemal kar raha ho. 

“Yeh sunder vivahit chhed aisa khula hai jaise akela tha. Us sooti ke neeche akela. Main iski akelapan ko chhodkar nikalunga jab tak tum yeh na bhool jao aane par kaun sa naam kehna hai.” 

“Mujhe mat aane do.” 

“Main nahi karwa raha. Tum pahunch rahi ho.” 

“Main nahi— aahhhh—main itni aasan nahi.” 

“Tum us raat aasan thin jab tumne meri awaz par khud ko chhua. Yeh sirf imandaar roop hai.” 

Palang dastak de raha tha. Maine sach socha purani jod chali jayegi. Awaz shikayat se dhamki tak chadh chuki thi, lakdi par lakdi, unke shareer ek geeli taal jod rahe the jise tufan dooba nahi saka. 

Maine use uski jhuki aakriti dhakte socha, ek haath shayad baal mein ya nitamb par, us purush ki prabhavi, anavarata chaal jisne faisla kar liya ho ki path hi taal hai. Woh isliye komal nahi hua ki woh karahi. Usne karahne ko praman banaya aur chalta raha, bolta raha, naam leta raha, galat ko mahima deta raha kyunki galat hi garmi thi. 








“Kaho tumhe nafrat hai.” 

“Mujhe nafrat— uuuhhh—nafrat hai ki main nahi chahti tum nikaalo.” 

“Yeh achhi nafrat hai.” 

“Kal...aahhh...kal mera pati ghar aata hai.” 

“Kal tum waise hi chalogi, waise hi baithogi, waise hi chai dalogi. Aaj raat tum mujhe logi jab tak ghutne yaad na rakhen.” 

“Aahhhh—” 

“Mera naam kaho.” 

“Vivek.” 

“Phir.” 

“Vivek—oohh—Vivek—” 

Maine apna veerya chhoda, maatha bhandar-kaksh ki geeli deewar se lagaye, apni awaz daanton mein kaatkar taaki woh usi raat uski awaz ke saath na rahe. Yahi sabse kathor hissa laga. Maa ka karahna jab use koi aur purush chhod raha tha, usne mujhe itni zor se gira diya. 

Mera shareer samapt ho chuka tha aur uski awaz nahi, abhi chadh rahi thi, abhi lajjit, abhi use us bhasha mein jawab deti jise kehne ki usne qasam khai thi ki nahi bolti. 

Barish nahi kami. 

Sambandh chichiyaya, tikka raha, aur baaki le gaya: maas ki thap, toota aahhhh, gehra ganda protsahan, vivahit stree apne hi palang ke udhaar kon par seekhti hui, dheere aur phir bilkul dheere nahi, us antar ko jo bhadra jeevan aur sachchi raat mein hota hai. 

Barish nahi dhimi hui. Usne sirf apna bojh badla, peetne se ek lambe, lagatar barsaav mein jo ghar ki har doosri awaz ko niji bana deta. Shayankaksh ke prasaran-yantra se main ne uska shareer uske munh se pehle suna. 

Woh kaanp thi. 

Chhoti thitharahat nahi. Ek poori nitamb wali stree ka bhaari, jeevit kaanpna jo peeche se purush le rahi ho, maas uski kamar se aadhi taal baad hilta kyunki hilne layak usme tha. Main woh awaz jaanta tha jaise andhere mein koi parichit kamra. Chamdi par chamdi, phir vilambit lahar, phir beech mein geela milna. 

Yahi hota hai is tarah ki chudai mein jab stree aisi bani ho jaise meri maa bani thi: chulhe par khade varsh, sadi se bandhe nitamb jo kabhi patle nahi hue, narmi jo shalinta dikhti hai jab tak koi peeche na khada ho aur use istemal na kare. 

Nitamb kaanpta hai kyunki usme bojh hai. Bojh awaz banata hai. Awaz ne bataya uske dono haath us par the aur woh dekh raha tha uski dhakelen kya karti hain. 

Phir usne us par thappar maara. 

 

Khel nahi. Ek chapti, daava karti thap jo ek pal barish ko kaatkar nikli aur uski awaz mein jalan bankar wapas aayi. 

“Aahhhh—Vivek—mat—” 

“Yeh hilta hai,” usne kaha, tez saans lete. “Isliye maara. Taaki tum sun sako tumne us saye ke neeche kya chhupaya hai.” 

“Uuuhhhhhh—aise mat baat karo uski.” 

“Kyun nahi? Yeh mere haathon mein hai. Yeh mere khilaf wapas thapakta hai. Ek vivahit nitamb jo sochta hai abhi bhi sirf tasveer wale purush ka hai.” 

Ek aur thappar. Woh usme karah uthi pehle us karahne ko krodh ka libas pehnati. 

“Aahhhh—dard hai.” 

“Yeh tapta hai. Farq hai. Kaho tumhe nahi mehsoos hota yeh garmi seedha taangon ke beech chali jaati hai.” 

“Mujhe mehsoos— nnnhhh—bahut zyada mehsoos ho raha hai. Kripya bas— bas samapt karo aur jao. Barish rukne se pehle.” 

“Main tab samapt karunga jab yeh nitamb jhoot bolna band kare.” 

“Main jhoot nahi bol rahi. Uuuhhhhhh—main maang rahi hoon ise khatam karo.” 

“Tum us awaz se maang rahi ho jo har baar geeli ho jaati hai jab main tumhe ek aur ungal deta hoon.” 

Main pehle dheere khud ko malne laga, phir us kathor niyam se jo us vyakti ka hota hai jo ek baar veerya gira chuka ho aur phir kathor hone par lajjit ho. Kiya kyunki uska karahna sur badal chuka tha aur mera shareer ek murkh pashu hai. Yahi saaf kaaran hai. 

Putra ko mutthi nahi chalani chahiye isliye ki uski maa ka nitamb doosre purush ke pet par geeli awaz kare. Main ne mutthi phir bhi chalayi. 

“Tum us stree ki tarah karah rahi ho jisne iski keemat di ho,” Vivek ne kaha. 

“Main nahi— aahhhh—main woh nahi hoon.” 

“Phir yeh tumse aise kyun nikalta hai? Woh lamba aahhhh. Woh patni-awaz nahi. Woh awaz hai jo stree tab karti hai jab ling us kahaani se bada ho jo woh suna rahi ho.” 

“Tum bahut bade ho. Itna hi. Uuuhhhhhh—main tumhe jakad nahi pati. Iska yeh matlab nahi ki main woh naam chahti hoon jo tum mujh par rakh rahe ho.” 

“Iska matlab hai tumhare shareer ne munh se alag report di.” 

“Mera munh keh raha hai samapt karo. Kripya. Aao aur chale jao. Mujhe yeh kamra wapas rakhna hai.” 

“Kamra pehle se badal chuka hai. Tum chadar mojh sakti ho. Jo main ne tumhare saath abhi kiya use nahi mojh sakti.” 

Is tarah ki chudai mein ek aur baat hoti hai, aur seedha kehna chahiye taaki awaz samajh aaye. Jab purush stree ko peeche se lambe samay tak leta hai, visheshkar pehle sambandh mein, uski bahen khud ko uthaye rakhne se thak jaati hain. Peeth dhasne lagti hai. 

Chehra gaddhe ke kareeb chala jata hai. Kon durghatna se gehra ho jata hai. 

Woh gehra kon use tez sunata hai chahe woh chup rehne ki koshish kare, kyunki dhakel ab us jagah lagti hai jise sochkar nahi samjha ja sakta. Main ne woh hote suna. Uske karahne chhote hue, phir ghane hue, phir uske taal par aane lage chahe use manzoor ho ya na ho. 








“Aahhhh—itna gehra nahi—” 

“Yeh isliye gehra nahi ki main nirdayi hoon. Yeh isliye gehra hai ki tumne chhati gira di. Tumhare shareer ne maanga.” 

“Maine nahi maanga.” 

“Tum dhas gayi, Shobha. Yahi maang hai.” 

Mujhe soch wale hisse mein yakeen nahi hua ki meri maa itni achhi tarah kundi ja sakti hai. Kundi ek kathor shabd hai. Main use isliye leta hoon kyunki prasaran kartavya jaisa nahi suna, na us shant vivahit sambhog jaisa jo main ne hamesha ghar ke asbab ki tarah socha tha. 

Suna jaise ek stree poori tarah istemal ki ja rahi ho aur phir bhi jawab de rahi ho. Main ne use upvaas karte dekha tha. 

Main ne use deepak jalte dekha tha. Main ne use pyali chhodne par daantte dekha tha. Woh stree vivah-palang par ghutnon par nitamb kaanpte hue nahi baithti. Kaan ke yantra zor de rahe the ki baithti hai. Ashraddha gale mein baithi rahi aur haath nahi roka. 

Mere pita ka naam mere doorbhash par jaga. 

Ek. Do. Phir uske doorbhash par chhootey aahvanon ka dher jise main baad mein hi anuman laga saka, jab suchi dekhi—saat—kyunki us ghante usne uthaya nahi, ghanti ko kamre ka vaakya bhi nahi banne diya. 

Shayankaksh ka prasaran barish, maas aur Vivek ki awaz se bhara raha. Na “namaste.” Na “baad mein milunga.” Jo patni pehli ghanti par uthaati thi, usne doosre purush ko woh jagah bharne di jahan ghanti ko maayne rakhna chahiye tha. 

Phir unhone mujhe bulaya. 

Main ne yatri-griha ke andhere mein patal dekha aur uthaya kyunki jo putra nahi uthaata woh prashn ban jata hai. 

“Tum kahan ho?” unhone kaha. Peeche yataayat, ya thahrav. “Main ghar bula raha hoon. Tumhari maa nahi utha rahi.” 

“Main ghar par nahi hoon,” maine kaha. Yahi akela saaf vaakya tha. “Mitra ke yahan hoon. Unhe bata diya tha. Barish buri hai. Shayad unhone doorbhash doosre kamre mein chhod diya.” 

“Jab unse baat ho to kehna mujhe milayen.” 

“Kahunga.” 

Main ne kaat diya aur doorbhash munh-neeche rakh diya. Unhe kaha main ghar par nahi kyunki tha nahi, aur kyunki agar kehta ghar ke kareeb hoon to kaan ke yantra samjhane padte. 

Yeh isliye kaha kyunki sach kaha nahi ja sakta tha. Main prasaran par wapas gaya jaise kayar us aag ke paas laute jo usne khud jalayi ho. 

Vivek ne use ghumaaya. 

Main jaanta tha abhi bhi peethe-dikhaye hue hai kyunki geeli thap munh-se-munh wali awaz nahi bani. 

Main jaanta tha usne use palang ki doosri taraf kheench liya kyunki dhwani badli—almari ka yantra use kareeb pakda, aur hamare sirhane ka khaas khokhlapan achanak uske munh ke saamne tha, bagal mein nahi. 

Woh taraf jahan uski aur mere pita ki tasveer hai. Sasta chaukhat. Hum teen, do tyohar pehle. Main us chhavi ke paas poori kishor-awastha nikal aaya bina soche yeh gawah ban sakti hai. 








“Mat,” usne turant kaha. “Aahhhh—yeh taraf nahi. Vivek, us tasveer ki taraf nahi” 

“Kis ki taraf.” 

“Tum jaante ho. Uuuhhhhhh—tasveer....main aur mere pati ki tasveer....aahhh.... main nahi— main use dekh nahi sakti jab tum—” 

“Jab main tumhe chhodun. Vaakya kaho.” 

“Jab tum yeh karo. Kripya mujhe doosri taraf karo. Main use nahi dekhna chahti ooohhhh” 

“Woh tasveer lakdi aur kanch hai. Tum maas ho. Main maas mein hoon.” 

“Tumne mujhe bhrasht kar diya,” usne phusphusaya, aur phusphusahat karahne par toot gayi. “Aahhhh—tumne khud ko us jagah rakh diya jo mere pati ki thi. aahhh..... kal mujhe woh tasveer dekhni hogi aur jaanna hoga.” 

“Phir ab dekho aur aaj raat jaano. Kal se zyada imandaar hai.” 

“Mujhe imandaar nahi chahiye. Mujhe chahiye tum samapt karo aur mere ghar se nikal jao.” 

“Tumhara ghar is pal mera ling istemal kar raha hai. Spasht kaho.” 

Usne usi disha mein phir shuru kiya, wahi sthiti, naya drishya. Thap-thap ek kathor nishchay se wapas aayi, jaise tasveer ne use ek aur kaaran de diya ho. 

Is tarah ki chudai mein ek aur baat hoti hai: lajja aur anand alag kamron mein khade nahi rehte. Maa ne dono haathon se munh dhakne ki koshish ki. Par aksar woh anand mein karah uthti. 








Woh ek hi dhakel mein rehte hain. Stree chup hone ki koshish karti hai kyunki parivaar ki tasveer nazar mein hai, aur koshish hi shareer ko jakadti hai, aur jakad se purush aur zor dhakelta hai, aur zor dhakel chup ko khol deta hai. 

Yeh kavita nahi. Yeh yantrikta hai. 

Usne munh thaam liya. 

Main ne suna: hatheli ya chadar ke honthon par dabne ki achanak dabi geelapan, karahna atka hua aur kinaron se phir bhi nikalta. 

“Munh mat dhakna Shobha,” Vivek ne kaha. “Main chahta hoon tasveer sune uski patni kaisi sunti hai.” 

“Main tumhe woh nahi dungi. Mmmff—aahhhh—” 

“Tum baaki pehle de chuki. Awaz sirf raseed hai.” 

“Kripya. Naram. Agar main unhe dekhungi to khud se aur nafrat karungi.” 

“Khud se mere ling par nafrat karo. Yahi is raat ka aakaar hai.” 

Usne itni zor se chhoda ki munh-thaamne ki yojna kramashah haar gayi. Pehle ek risav. Phir toota aahhhh. Phir woh chadhav jo batata hai cheekh se sauda ho raha hai. Main ne palang aur gale mein woh gati suni—jaise shareer chadhta hai jab use aakaar, kon aur baat ne kinare par rakha ho. 

Maine uska chehra socha kyunki aur koi chhavi nahi thi: aankhein bichi, shrangar agar tha to pehle se utra, munh us anand se kathor jo apna maanna nahi chahti, tasveer ek dhundh jise woh kendrit na kare. 

Mayus chehra. Yahi socha. Chhabiwala nahi. Us stree ki khaas mayusi jisne saaf naam rakha aur mehsoos kar rahi hai naam khisakta hai jab nitamb abhi bhi usse mil rahe hain. 

Usne cheekh nikal di. 

Bhasha nahi thi. Ek kachchi, oonchi, vishwasghat wali awaz, phir uski apni awaz lajja liye peeche daudi. 

“Nahi—nahi—main nahi chahti thi— aahhhh—” 

“Yahi hai.”  

“Main khud se mayus hoon. Uuuhhhhhh—sun rahe ho? Main unke saamne aisi nahi sunna chahti thi.” 

“Tum us stree jaisi suni jo us ling par bikhar rahi ho jo chaukhat mein nahi. Itna hi.” 

“Samapt karo. Kripya. Main tasveer aur tumhe ek saath nahi le sakti aahhh Viveeeekkk ooohhhhhhh” 

“Tum dono le rahi ho. Isliye kaanp rahi ho.” 

 

[Rexd_101]

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Superb writing!

[Xossiy]

Bro can you suggest where you generate this kind of erotic image

[Rumana]

Ekdum kamaal ka update

[Ammi jaan ka pyara beta]

Very good update! Lovely and lusty writing ✍️.

[KingLimon]

Just lovely and absolutely wonderful writings!

[Nymph]

bahut hi zabardast aur behad hi lajawab update!

[doctor ali b]

wah wah wah wah wah wah wah
kya bat hai janab zabardast

[Raj_Rohan]

The story is extraordinary writing and step by step neatly written.

One request:-
Vivek is pakka chain smoker. It will nice if mom try to learn smoking ?
Author can we please make it as a scene of mom learning smoking and becoming expert.

Please please...

[Mehtab_]

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Maine veerya isliye giraaya kyunki ashraddha toot gayi. Yahi saaf vivaran hai. Jab tak main khud se keh sakta tha ki sangharsh sun raha hoon, dikha sakta tha ki sirf ek bhool ka gawah hoon. 


Cheekh koi bhool-awaz nahi thi. Woh meri maa ki awaz thi jo apne hi shareer se haar rahi thi jab parivaar ki tasveer uske chehre se do fut door baithi thi. 

Yeh gyan meri reedh se garmi ki tarah utra. Maine takiye mein daant gaadkar giraaya, kamar uchalti us palang par jo hamara nahi tha, haanfata jaise dauda hoon. Woh use chhod raha tha jab woh abhi jhuki thi. 








Kaan ke yantra lage rahe. Yahi uski nirlajjata thi. Main samapt ho chuka tha aur ghar ki raat mere saath samapt nahi hui. 

Main geela aur kaanpta pada raha aur Vivek ko woh istemal karte sunta raha jise mere pita apna samajhte the. 

Maine kabhi nahi socha tha woh doosre purush ke liye karhegi. Aise nahi. Mere sir mein patniyan ek band vyavastha thin. 

Uski awaz ka badlav sunna hi tha jisse main jaana ki use maza aa raha hai chahe shabd se inkaar karti rahe. 

Shuru mein uske karahne chakit the, kaate hue, vivad kiye hue. Ab unme gol, taalmaya bojh tha. Woh samay par aate. 

Usne peeche ghurekar Chacha Vivek ko dekha aur uski nazar uski thi jo tript thi aur bhaybhit isliye ki woh kitni zor se use chhod raha hai. 








Karahne neeche chale jaate jab woh gehra jata aur oonche ho jaate uski yoni mein ya jab phir nitamb par thappar maarta. 

Anand shuru ho chuka tha. Jab tumne kisi stree ki banavati vinay suni ho to sun sakte ho vinay kab utar gayi. Uski utar gayi thi. Bas sweekarokti par hastakshar nahi karti thi. 

“Idhar aao,” Vivek ne geeli thap ke ek daur baad kaha. “Upar. Mere oopar. Main chahta hoon tum is ling par peshewar kulta ki tarah sawari karo.” 

“Nahi. Aahhhh—mujhe yeh mat karwao.” 

“Main nahi karwa raha. Main tumhe hila raha hoon. Tum kaafi der ghutnon par rahi. Main woh chehra dekhna chahta hoon jo maanta nahi.” 

“Agar main upar baithungi to hilna padega. Main aise nahi hilna chahti. Woh— uuuhhhhhh—woh main karungi.” 

“Tum peeth se kar hi rahi thi. Ab khuli aankhon se karogi.” 

“Mujhe laga tum na karogi,” maine soone yatri-griha se kaha, murkhata se, jaise woh sun sake. Laga na karegi kyunki upar baithna ek tarah ki sweekarokti hai. 

Stree khud se keh sakti hai use le liya gaya jab woh jhuki ho. Upar use uthna aur girna padta hai. Isliye mujhe ladayi ki ummeed thi. 

Main ne cheezen hilti sunin. 

Gadda. Uska ghutna. Ek hansphun jab use ghumaaya aur kheencha. Ek mrit hawa ka pal jisme socha, praman ke viruddh, ki woh khadi ho gayi aur ise khatam kar diya. 

Phir thap-thap wapas aayi. 

Alag thap. Pehle dheemi. Beech mein bhaari. Us stree ki awaz jo us purush par baith rahi ho jo pehle se uske andar hai, phir paati hai ki us par baithna usse gehra girav hai jitna usne socha tha. 

“Aahhhh—ruko—aise yeh bahut zyada hai—” 

“Yeh tum mere oopar ho, Shobha. Doosre purush ki patni us vastu par sawari kar rahi ho jise ghar se nikalne ko kaha tha.” 

“Main sawari ke liye nahi baithi. Baithi kyunki tumne kheencha. Uuuhhhhhh—ise sawari mat kaho.” 

“Phir hilo mat.” 

Woh hili. Koi pradarshan nahi. Woh chhoti, asahay milaan jo shareer karta hai jab bahut bhara ho aur saans ka rasta dhoondna pade. 

Kamaanen naya taal uthane lagin. Main yatri-griha ke palang par pada raha, khali aur phir bhi sunta, aur samjha uski awaz kyun badli thi uska aakhiri tukda. 

Woh vaakyon se inkaar kar sakti thi, samapt karke jaane ki binti kar sakti thi, tasveer aur kulta shabd aur nitamb ke thappar se nafrat kar sakti thi—aur phir bhi jo taal mere kaan ke yantra se aaya. 

Us stree ka taal jo dheere, bina kisi ghoshna ke, apne hi ghar mein galat purush ka anand lene lagi thi. 

Nayi awaz pehle sab se alag thi. 

Meri maa ab us par sawari kar rahi thi. Jab stree upar hoti hai, use hi nitamb uthane aur girane padte hain. 

Gurutva use girane mein madad karta hai. Jaanghon ko phir uthana padta hai. Isliye yeh sthiti munh-saamne ya peeth-dikhaye se zyada batati hai. Unme woh khud se keh sakti hai sirf le rahi hai. 

Is tarah ke sambhog mein “niyantran” ka seedha matlab yahi hai: taal woh chunti hai. Agar dard zyada ho to uth sakti hai. 

Agar achha lage to aur zor se baith sakti hai. Agar wahi rahe aur uchalti rahe, to woh bhag le rahi hai. Main chakit tha kyunki intezaar kar raha tha ki utar kar ise band kare. 

Jab sambhog itna meetha ho, bahut striyan vivah ka hisab usi pal chhod deti hain jab unka yoni-shikhar purush ke shareer par ragarne lage. Vade subah ke liye reh jaate hain. 

Raat is baat ki ho jaati hai ki kitni bhari mehsoos ho rahi hai. Main jaanta tha use achha lag raha hai kyunki woh upar thi aur utri nahi. Pasand karna aur maanna ek nahi. 

Woh abhi patni ki tarah bolti thi. Nitamb us stree ki tarah bolte the jise ek taal mil gaya ho jo khona nahi chahti. 

“Aahhhh—kamar aise mat pakdo.” 

“Pakad raha hoon kyunki tum dhashti ho aur phir dikhati ho irada nahi tha,” Vivek ne kaha. “Tum mujhe chhod rahi ho, Shobha. Kaho.” 

“Main baithi hoon. Itna hi. Uuuhhhhhh—tumne yahan kheencha.” 








“Maine yahan kheencha. Hilna tumne shuru kiya. Yeh do alag kaam hain. Doosra tumhara hai.” 

“Chup raho. Aahhhh—bas chup raho aur mujhe— mujhe ise paar karne do.” 

“Paar karo.” Usne uske neeche hansaa. “Tum kamar ghumati ho. Yeh paar karna nahi. Yeh mujhe istemal karna hai.” 

Unki jaanghen takrane lagin. 

Is sthiti mein ek aur baat hoti hai aur samajhna aasan hai. Uski andar ki jaanghen girte hue uski kamar aur bahar ki jaanghon par thapakti hain. 

Agar geeli ho to thap sookhi nahi. Chipchipi taali hai. Do jodi jaanghen baar-baar milti hain. 

Main woh taali barish ke through bhi saaf suna, kyunki maas logon ke sochne se tez hota hai jab kapda bacha nahi. 

“Sun rahi ho?” usne kaha. “Yeh tumhari taangein meri se takra rahi hain. Vivahit jaanghen. Bhaari. Naram. Kaam karti.” 

“Meri taangon ka bayan mat karo. Nnnhhh—aahhhh—” 

“Kyun. Woh ganda kaam kar rahi hain. Woh mota nitamb utha rahi hain aur tumhari yoni mujh par gira rahi hain.” 

“Vivek. Baat band karo. Uuuhhhhhh—maine kaha tha doosri sthiti mein samapt karo.” 

“Aur phir tum us par baith gayi. Isliye ab is sthiti ki baat karte hain.” 

Usne nirlajj prashn poochhe jaise purush tab poochhta hai jab aakhir ek ijjatdar stree nangi us par hil rahi ho aur use munh se sach chahiye ho. 

“Kya tumhara murkh pati kabhi tumhe upar baithata hai?” 

“Nahi. Aahhhh—nahi. Main uske saath yeh nahi karti aahah ah ah ah uh uh” 

“Kyun nahi.” 

“Kyunki nirlajj dikhta hai. Kyunki uska chehra dekhna padta. Uuuhhhhhh—kyunki kabhi nahi chahti thi bhookhi dikhun.” 

“Tum mera chehra dekh rahi ho.” 








“Main deewar dekh rahi hoon.” 

“Behtar jhoot bolo. Tumhari aankhein baar-baar wahan girti hain jahan hum jude hain. Main mehsoos karta hoon tum ghur rahi ho kitna main tumhare andar gayab ho jata hoon.” 

“Aahhhh—dekhna bahut zyada hai. Is kon se tum mujhe khich rahe ho.” 

“Isliye ki jab tum baithti ho to poora leti ho. Peeth-dikhaye main gehraai chhupa sakta tha. Upar tumhara apna bojh ise andar khilata hai. Isliye pet tak mehsoos hota hai.” 

Is sthiti mein aksar ek aur baat hoti hai: stree bina sikhaye apna yoni-shikhar dhoondh leti hai. Woh thoda aage jhukti hai taaki yoni ka agla hissa uske shareer se ragre jab woh andar ho. 

Ise “milaan” kah sakti hai. Sirf milaan nahi. Yeh extra chingari ka peechha hai. 

Jab usne woh jhukav paya main ne saans badalti suni. Karahna do pal ke liye chakit se lalchi ho gaya, phir usne use shikayat mein kheenchne ki koshish ki. 

“Aahhhh—mujhe aise mat dekho.” 

“Kaise.” 

“Jaise jeet gaye ho.” 

“Jeet gaya hoon. Tum apne pati ke palang par doosre purush par sawari kar rahi ho aur itni geeli ho ki main sun sakta hoon jab tum girti ho.” 

“Chup raho. Kripya. Uuuhhhhhh—agar aise kehte rahe to kal yaad rahega.” 

“Yaad to rahega hi. Jab rasoi jaogi to yoni khuli lagegi.” 

Usne uttar ke bajay karaha, ek lamba aahhhh jisne use pakad liya. 

Main jaanta tha uska jangli hissa khul raha hai kyunki awazen savdhan nahi rahin. Savdhan stree awaz chhoti karti hai. Ant kaat deti hai. 

Ek zyada jangli stree karahne ko dhakel ki poori lambai tak daudne deti hai. Uska daudne laga. Yeh kavita nahi. Yeh woh gala hai jo khud ki nigraani chhod chuka ho. 

Uske saath hi kuch aur bhi chhoot raha tha: woh hissa jo varshon se dikhata raha jaise usme kaamuk bhookh hi na ho. 

Sambhog ki bhookh ki ek awaz hoti hai. Zyada geeli. Kam vinamra. Munh “chup raho” kehte hue bhi shareer se sahmati karti hai. 

Phir thap-thap vishal ho gayi. 

Main samajh gaya kyun. Usne dono haath uski kamar par rakhkar use tez girane mein madad shuru ki. Jab purush aisa karta hai, sirf isliye nahi thaamta ki gir na jaye. 

Woh uski nitambon ko mutthi ki tarah istemal karta hai. Thoda uthata hai aur zor se neeche kheenchta hai taaki woh dheeme, bhadra taal mein chhup na sake. 

Palang ne bhaari, dohraate dhamake se jawab diya. Lakdi. Kamaanen. Do shareer. Barish dhak nahi saki. 








“Aahhhh—aahhhh—bahut tez—” 

“Tum tez le sakti ho. Tum is nitamb aur is yoni ke saath janmi ho. Inhe istemal karo.” 

“Main vivahit stree hoon. Uuuhhhhhh—yeh mera aur mere pati ka shayankaksh hai. Yahan mujhe aisi mat sunwao.” 

“Tum apne vivah ke shayankaksh mein mere ling ko andar liye karah rahi ho. Yahi vaakya hai. Mera nahi. Tumhara. Khud ko suno.” 

“Is kamre par woh shabd mat lagaao aahhhh viveeekkkk ooohhhhhhhh” 

“Vivah ka shayankaksh. Vivah ki chadar. Bagal ki mez par parivaar ki tasveer. Aur tum uchal rahi ho jaise saalon se theek se bhare jaane ka intezaar tha.” 

“Aahhhh—Vivek—” 

“Tum un veshyayon se behtar ho jise main chhod chuka hoon.” 

“Mat— nnnhhh—mujhe veshyayon se mat tulo. Main woh nahi hoon.” 

“Woh hukum par karahteen. Tum karah rahi ho kyunki rok nahi pati. Yeh behtar hai. Ek ijjatdar yoni jo bhool gayi ijjatdar thi, us ladki se keemti hai jisne raat pehle bech di.” 

“Maine kaha mat tulo. Aahhhh—kripya mujhe us suchi mein mat daalo.” 

“Main tumhe unki suchi se nikaal raha hoon. Unhe chhod dunga. Sirf tumhe chhodunga. Pradarshan ki keemat kyun dun jab is ghar mein doosre purush ki patni hai jo ganda bolne par tapakti hai.” 

“Main tumhari veshyayon mein se nahi...ahh.... Uuuhhhhhh main apne pati ki hoon....” 

“Aaj raat tumhari yoni ko yeh sandesh nahi mila.” 

Is tarah ki chudai mein ek aur baat hoti hai: purush andar hote hue bhavishya ki baat shuru karta hai. Yeh daava karne ka tarika hai. 

Woh aise bolta hai jaise raat ek-baari ki bhool na ho. 

Woh “veshyaen chhod dunga” sunti hai aur dimaag jaanta hai khatarnak hai, aur nitamb phir girte hain kyunki ling us jagah lag raha hai jahan soch mehngi padti hai. 

Main ne use aur gehra hote suna. 

Awaz phir badli. Dwar par kam thap, zyada ek ghana, bhara geela shor, jaise hawa ke liye jagah na bachi ho. 

Jab upar baithi stree aage jhukti hai aur purush usi pal kamar neeche kheenchta hai, ling uske ant tak jata hai. 

Use ek bhari, geeli dhamak ki tarah sunte ho, aur uski awaz uchalti sunte ho kyunki dabav jaghan-asthi ke peeche us jagah lagta hai jo bahut zyada lagti hai. 

Isliye woh tez hui. Isliye nahi ki pradarshan ka faisla kiya. Isliye ki andar chup rehne ki jagah nahi bachi. 

Uska pavitra hissa bahut sadharan tarike se tut raha tha. Pavitra sirf mandir aur upvaas nahi. Pavitra yeh aadat hai sochne ki, main achhi patni hoon, main achhi maa hoon, main yeh awazen nahi karti, main us purush par nahi baithti jo pati nahi. 

Har baar jab woh us par girti, woh aadat ek tukda haar jaati. “Achhi patni” ki kahaani poori awaz par nahi chala sakte jab tumhari apni jaanghen kisi aur se thapak rahi hon. 

Kahaani phat-ti hai. Daar se woh stree nikalti hai jo agli dhakel chahti hai chahe munh kahe use chup raho. 

Mera ling yatri-griha ki chadar par phir bada hone laga. 

Main gir chuka tha. Shareer ko parvah nahi. Purush ke samapt hone ke baad ek chhota mrit daur hota hai, phir agar kaan ki awaz kaafi nirlajj ho to rakt wapas aata hai. 

Uske karahne ne kiya. Maas ki thap ne kiya. Main ne phir haath lapeta kyunki prasaran mujhe naram nahi hone de raha tha. 









Main saste takiye mein haanfata raha, kaan ke yantra abhi lage, apni maa ke Vivek par sawari ke taal par khud ko sahlaata, jo vaakya kabhi banana nahi aana chahiye tha. 

“Dekho kaise chhod rahi ho,” usne kaha. “Dheeme jab yaad aata hai lajja hai. Tez jab bhool jaati ho. Main woh pal bata sakta hoon jab bhoolti ho.” 

“Aahhhh—main nahi bhool rahi.” 

“Bhool rahi ho. Munh kehta hai baat band karo. Yoni kehti hai aur gehra.” 

“Chup raho. Uuuhhhhhh—agar bayan karte rahe to nafrat karungi.” 

“Nafrat mere seene par haath rakhkar karo. Ragarate hue nafrat karo. Yeh kaam ki nafrat hai.” 

Phir woh chakit kar dene wali baat hui. Pehle yakeen nahi hua kyunki kamiz istri karne wali maa se mel nahi khati thi. 

Usne pehle kaha. Rukne ki binti nahi. Kon ki binti. 

“Ruko—ruko—aahhhh—agar aise jhukun to ragadta hai. Jab jhukun to neeche mat kheencho. Bahut zyada ho jata hai.” 

Yahi chot thi. Jo stree sirf seh rahi ho woh ragad ke niyam nahi deti. 

Jo ehsaas ka peechha kar rahi ho deti hai. Abhi bhi nahi maanti thi use achha lag raha. Use chetavani ka libas pehnaya. Chetavani ek naksha thi. Usne naksha istemal kiya. 

“To ragadta hai. Achha. Yeh tumhara yoni-shikhar maan raha hai jo tumhara dharma nahi maanta.” 

“Isme dharma mat lao. Nnnhhh—aahhhh—” 

“Phir nitambon se prarthana mat karo.” 

Mera doorbhash phir jaga. 

Mere pita bula rahe the. 

Ghanti bajne deni chahiye thi. Uthaya kyunki murkh tha, doshi tha, aur jhoot mein aadha ghusa tha. 

“Haan.” 

“Tumhari awaz aisi kyun hai? Aur mujhe jaise kisi stree ke chekhne ki awaz kyun aa rahi hai,” unhone kaha. 

Mujhe pata nahi tha maine kaan ke yantra aur antarik yantra ka awaz-vistaarak itna khol diya tha ki pita ne sun liya. Main chakit tha aur nahi jaanta tha kya karun. 

Kya woh awaz pehchanenge? 

“Tum daud rahe ho? Kahan ho?” mere pita ne poocha. 

Agle prakarana mein jaano maine kya uttar diya. 

 

[Rexd_101]

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