[Joker44]

Goodbye to the Writer in Me 
Thank you sabko… mujhe as a writer accept karne aur mujh par believe karne ke liye.  
Meri journey yahan ek guest ke roop mein start hui thi. Anonymously stories padhta tha, silently enjoy karta tha. Phir member bana, aur dheere-dheere laga ki shayad mujhe bhi kuch likhna chahiye.
Jab aap logon ne meri stories padhi, appreciate kiya, comments kiye aur next chapter ka wait kiya… honestly, woh feeling mere liye bahut special thi. Ye jaan kar ki jo main likh raha hoon, woh kisi ko genuinely pasand aa raha hai, writing aur bhi special lagne lagi.
Lekin pata nahi kab dheere-dheere writing ka woh maza kahin kho gaya. Ab khud ko feel hota hai ki main pehle jaisa nahi likh paa raha. Writing ko enjoy karne ke bajaye, kabhi-kabhi aisa lagta hai jaise bas continue karne ke liye continue kar raha hoon.
Shayad ab life mein kuch changes ki zarurat hai. Shayad waqt aa gaya hai ki is phase se aage badha jaye. Isliye, as a writer, main ab yahan continue nahi karunga.
Agar kisi ko meri koi story continue karni ho, mere characters ko aage le jaana ho, ya kisi story ko apne way mein take over karna ho, then quietly go ahead. No issues at all. 
Maine apna account delete karne ki request bhi kar di hai, lekin request ki hai ki meri stories ko possible ho toh community ke liye preserve kiya jaye.
Reader aur guest ke roop mein shayad kabhi-kabhi wapas aaunga… silently stories padhunga aur enjoy karunga.  Lekin writer ke taur par, meri journey yahin khatam hoti hai.
Thank you sabko — meri stories padhne ke liye, pyaar dene ke liye, criticism dene ke liye, next part ka wait karne ke liye, aur sabse badhkar, mujhe ek writer ki tarah believe karne ke liye. 
Bahut kuch seekha yahan. Bahut achhi memories mili. Aur sabse important, ek waqt tha jab writing ne mujhe genuinely khush kiya tha. Uske liye main hamesha grateful rahunga.
Thank you for having me.  


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[Waseem990]

bro yeh story pora kro

[Rohan9318]

Are bhai bdya likh rhe ho

[Tadpole]

Awesome update with extremely exciting writing ✍️

[Wanton]

ashadaran aur ekdum zabardast update

[vk64]

No bhai aisa nahi karo
Please continue writing
Plz complete the story

[Fing fing]

Goodbye to the Writer in Me 
Thank you sabko… mujhe as a writer accept karne aur mujh par believe karne ke liye.  
Meri journey yahan ek guest ke roop mein start hui thi. Anonymously stories padhta tha, silently enjoy karta tha. Phir member bana, aur dheere-dheere laga ki shayad mujhe bhi kuch likhna chahiye.
Jab aap logon ne meri stories padhi, appreciate kiya, comments kiye aur next chapter ka wait kiya… honestly, woh feeling mere liye bahut special thi. Ye jaan kar ki jo main likh raha hoon, woh kisi ko genuinely pasand aa raha hai, writing aur bhi special lagne lagi.
Lekin pata nahi kab dheere-dheere writing ka woh maza kahin kho gaya. Ab khud ko feel hota hai ki main pehle jaisa nahi likh paa raha. Writing ko enjoy karne ke bajaye, kabhi-kabhi aisa lagta hai jaise bas continue karne ke liye continue kar raha hoon.
Shayad ab life mein kuch changes ki zarurat hai. Shayad waqt aa gaya hai ki is phase se aage badha jaye. Isliye, as a writer, main ab yahan continue nahi karunga.
Agar kisi ko meri koi story continue karni ho, mere characters ko aage le jaana ho, ya kisi story ko apne way mein take over karna ho, then quietly go ahead. No issues at all. 
Maine apna account delete karne ki request bhi kar di hai, lekin request ki hai ki meri stories ko possible ho toh community ke liye preserve kiya jaye.
Reader aur guest ke roop mein shayad kabhi-kabhi wapas aaunga… silently stories padhunga aur enjoy karunga.  Lekin writer ke taur par, meri journey yahin khatam hoti hai.
Thank you sabko — meri stories padhne ke liye, pyaar dene ke liye, criticism dene ke liye, next part ka wait karne ke liye, aur sabse badhkar, mujhe ek writer ki tarah believe karne ke liye. 
Bahut kuch seekha yahan. Bahut achhi memories mili. Aur sabse important, ek waqt tha jab writing ne mujhe genuinely khush kiya tha. Uske liye main hamesha grateful rahunga.
Thank you for having me.  


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Leaders and masters never leave( you have natural ability to write erotic stories). I will suggest to Signoff for few days....enjoy different thing, break boredom and comeback with topics you feel like.Enjoy life and things you do but complete sign off tells different story.

[dramasingh]

pls continue your stories

aap best writer ho jo aacha likha raha ha

pls continue

[vk64]

Please continue writing

[chrisgale159]

please continue writing brother

[poorangyan]

Hindi kahani ka sheershak English me?

[Joker44]

Hi, just to clarify, I’m not writing any new parts of this story. I already have the chapters written, so I’ll just be posting those for this story only. Please don’t expect any updates or posts for my other stories, as I’ve stopped writing. I just want to share all the material I already have left with me.

[Joker44]

Chapter: After her first night

Subah ke paanch bajne se kuch minute pehle Vaishali ki aankh khuli.

Kamre mein abhi bhi gehra andhera tha. Sirf window ke paarde ke kinare se ek patli si neeli line aa rahi thi, jo bata rahi thi ki baahar subah nikalne wali hai. Satin sheet uske nange jism se chipki hui thi — paseene se, aur kisi aur geeli, chipchipi cheez se. Usne thodi si harkat ki toh uske pet ke neeche ek gehri, sooji hui dard bhari lehar daud gayi. Jaanghein hilaate hi usne mehsoos kiya ki uske andar abhi bhi kuch gaadha aur garam bacha hua hai. Vikram ki raat bhar ki mehnat. Jo usne andar chhod diya tha, woh ab dheere-dheere bahar nikalne ki koshish kar raha tha.

Vaishali ne aankhen band kiye rakhi.

Kal raat ke scenes ek ke baad ek uske dimaag ke parde par chal padе. Pehla dhakka, jab sirf aadha lund andar gaya tha aur usne socha tha ki phat jaayegi. Phir doosra dhakka, jab poora ka poora mota, naso wala lund ek hi jhatke mein uski chut ke aakhri kone tak dhas gaya tha. Deewar se uska sar takrana. Pallu muh mein dabana. Aur woh climax jo usne nahi maanga tha, jo uske control ke bina aa gaya tha, jab uski jaanghein kaanpne lagi thi aur uske gale se woh tooti hui, geeli siski nikal gayi thi.

Usne dheere se sheet hataayi.

Uske dono stanon par gehre laal-neele daag the. Vikram ne raat bhar unhe muh mein liya tha, nichoda tha, daant se kaata tha. Left breast ke upar ek bilkul saaf teeth mark tha, jaise kisi ne jaan-bujhkar apna nishan chhod diya ho. Kamar par ungliyon ke gehre nishan. Jaanghon ke andar wale narm hisse par bhi bhoore-laal daag. Gale mein naya, bhaari, do-lari wala pure gold ka mangalsutra ab bhi pada tha. Uske upar kal raat ka sindoor paseene se thoda faila hua tha, maang se nikal kar maathe tak aa gaya tha.

Vaishali dheere se uthi.

Pair zameen par rakhte hi uski kamar mein dard utra. Woh thoda jhuk kar khadi hui, bilkul kisi budhiya ki tarah. Bathroom ka darwaza bilkul aahista se khola taaki koi aawaz na ho. Light jali. Sheeshe mein jo aurat nazar aayi, usse dekh kar Vaishali ke pair thirak gaye.

Yeh aurat 42 saal ki thi.  
Kal tak yeh Ramesh ki biwi thi.  
Kal tak yeh Arjun ki maa thi.  
Aaj subah yeh Vikram ki dharampatni thi.

Usne shower on kiya. Garam paani uske thake hue jism par gira. Usne dono haathon se apni chut ke sooje hue, geele honthon ko khol kar paani daala. Vikram ka gaadha, saphed cum paani ke saath neeche floor par behne laga. Usne use ungliyon se saaf kiya, lekin andar ki gehrai mein abhi bhi kuch bacha hua mehsoos ho raha tha. Phir usne apne stanon ko dhoya. Daanton ke nishan par soap lagate waqt uske munh se ek halki si dard bhari siski nikal gayi. Har chhune par uska jism yaad dila raha tha ki kal raat yeh dono stanon kitni der tak Vikram ke munh mein qaid the, kitni der tak usne unhe peela tha.

Poonchne ke baad usne towel se jism ko sukhaya. Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar usne apne chehre ko ghaur se dekha. Aankhon ke neeche halki sujan. Honth thode sooje hue aur rang ke. Maang mein sindoor ab bhi saaf aur laal tha — jo cheekh-cheekh kar bata raha tha ki yeh aurat ab kisi aur ki hai.

Usne bathroom cabinet se woh concealer nikala jo Vikram ki mummy ne “nayi bahu ke liye zaroori cheezein” keh kar rakh diya tha. Usne daag par daag, layer pe layer lagaaya. Teeth mark ko itni mehnat se chhupaya ki almost gayab ho gaya. Phir usne apna purana, cotto n ka high-neck blouse nikala jo usne kal raat chhupa kar rakha tha. Sleeveless nahi. Deep neck nahi. Safe. Maa wala.

Lekin blouse pehente hi usne mehsoos kiya ki uske stanon mein ab bhi dard hai. Kapda unhe chhoote hi poori raat ki yaadein taaza ho gayi.

Woh bahar aayi.

Bedroom mein Vikram abhi bhi so raha tha. Bilkul nanga. Sheet sirf uski kamar tak thi. Uske mote, kaale-laal lund ka hissa sheet ke upar dikh raha tha — kal raat wala wohi lund jo uski chut ko phaad kar andar tak gaya tha. Vaishali ne nazar fauran hata li.

Usne saree pehni. Pallu ko kas kar bandha. Maang mein sindoor ko ungli se thoda aur seedha kiya taaki koi sawaal na uthaye. Phir woh kitchen ki taraf badhi, jaise koi aurat apne naye ghar ka pehla subah ka kaam kar rahi ho.

Tabhi left wale flat se, bilkul us deewar ke us paar se jo unke dono bistar ko alag karti thi, dheemi si aawaz aayi.

Arjun.

“Ma… uthi ho?”

Vaishali ka haath chai ke cup par jaake ruk gaya. Uske gale mein kuch atak gaya. Usne aankhen band ki, ek gehri saans li, aur phir bilkul soft, controlled, almost motherly aawaz mein jawab diya:

“…Haan. Uth gayi.”

Thodi der khamoshi rahi. Phir Arjun ki aawaz phir aayi, is baar aur bhi dheemi, jaise woh khud bhi nahi chahta tha ki koi sun le:

“Raat ko… theek thi na tu?”

Vaishali ne apne neeche ka honth zor se kaat liya. Uske andar ek hissa chillana chahta tha — *Nahi, theek nahi thi. Tere aur tere baap ke lalach ki wajah se main kal raat kisi aur mard ke neeche thi. Usne mujhe itna zor se choda ki meri chut abhi bhi sooji hui hai. Mujhe yahan se nikaal, Arjun. Mujhe is jaal se nikaal.*

Lekin usne woh nahi kaha.

Usne sirf itna kaha, bilkul “Bhabhi” wali narm aawaz mein:

“Haan… theek thi. Tu tension mat le. Sona ab.”

Deewar ke us paar kuch seconds ke liye poori khamoshi rahi. Phir Arjun ne kaha:

“Main… thodi der baad aata hoon. Chai leke.”

“Theek hai,” Vaishali ne jawab diya.

Usne phone nahi rakha tha. Sirf deewar thi. Nau inch ki purani eent aur plaster ki deewar.

Vaishali ne chai banana shuru kiya. Uske haath halkе-halkе kaanp rahe the. Tabhi peeche se ek garam, bhaari saans mehsoos hui.

Vikram.

Usne peeche se aake uski kamar mein dono haath daal diye. Uska nanga, garam jism uski saree se chipak gaya. Usne uske stanon ko upar se, blouse ke upar se hi pakad liya aur zor se nichoda — bilkul unhi daagon par jo usne abhi-abhi chhupaye the.

“Subah subah itni covering kyun ki hai, Meera?” uski aawaz abhi bhi neend aur raat bhar ki thakaan se bhaari thi. “Kal raat toh tu bilkul nangi soyi thi mere saath. Meri biwi.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. “Arjun… deewar ke bilkul us paar hai.”

“Toh?” Vikram ne uske kaan ke bilkul paas muh laakar kaha. Uski garam saans uske kaan ke parde ko chhoo rahi thi. “Woh jaanta hai na ab. Tu uski Bhabhi hai. Meri biwi hai.”

Usne uska pallu ek jhatke mein hataya aur blouse ke andar haath daal diya. Concealer ke neeche chhupe teeth mark ko usne ungli se dabaaya, jaise jaan-bujhkar yaad dila raha ho.

“Yeh daag main roz banata rahunga,” usne kaha, aawaz mein ek gandi si muskaan thi. “Tu chhupaati reh, main naya banaata rahunga. Samjhi?”

Vaishali ne kuch nahi kaha. Uske stanon mein dard ke saath ek ajeeb si, gandi si garmahat bhi thi. Jo usne nahi maangi thi. Jo uske dimaag ne reject ki, lekin uske jism ne nahi.

Vikram ne usko ek jhatke mein ghumaaya. Kitchen counter ki edge se uska sath laga diya. Saree ko kamar tak upar kiya. Petticoat ko side mein kheench diya. Usne apna lund, jo subah se hi lohe ki tarah hard tha, seedha uski sooji hui, geeli chut ke upar rakh diya aur upar se neeche tak ghisne laga.

“Abhi nahi…” Vaishali ne dheere se, almost bheek maangte hue kaha. “Woh… sun lega. Please.”

Vikram ne muskurate hue apna ek haath aage badhaaya aur uske munh par rakh diya.

“Toh chup reh. Bilkul chup.”

Aur usne ek hi gehre, bhaari dhakke mein apna poora lund andar tak daal diya.

Vaishali ka sar peeche kiya. Uske munh se nikalne wali teekhi, dard aur maza mili hui siski Vikram ke haath ke neeche dab gayi. Subah ka pehla round short tha, lekin bohot gehra aur tezz. Vikram ne uski kamar ke dono taraf se pakad kar itni zor se hilaya ki counter ki edge uski gaand mein chubhne lagi. Har dhakke ke saath uska bhaari mangalsutra uske stanon ke beech mein baar-baar hit kar raha tha. Kuch hi minute mein Vikram ne uski chut ke andar hi khud ko zor se khali kar diya. Gaadha, garam cum phir se uske sooje hue raste ko bhar gaya.

Usne lund bahar nikaala. Cum uski jaanghon se hota hua floor par tapakne laga.

“Ab chai bana,” usne kaha, bilkul normal aawaz mein. “Aur aaj se high-neck mat pehenna. Meri biwi itni covering nahi karti. Kal main tujhe naye blouse dilwaunga.”

Vaishali ne kaanpte hue haathon se apni saree neeche ki. Ek cloth se apni jaanghon aur floor ko saaf kiya. Phir wapas chai banani shuru ki. Cheeni daalte waqt uske haath ab bhi kaanp rahe the. Jaanghon ke beech ab bhi geela aur garam tha.

Deewar ke us paar Arjun ab bhi jagaa hua tha.

Usne sab kuch sun liya tha.

Kitchen ki halki si tak-tak.  
Uski maa ki dabi hui, ghuti hui siski.  
Aur Vikram ki woh line — “Meri biwi.”

Arjun ne apne bistar par lette hue dono aankhen zor se band ki. Uske seene mein ek aisi jalan thi jo kisi chaku se kam nahi thi. Usne apni maa ko bech diya tha. Paisa liya tha. Aur ab woh uske bilkul bagal mein, nau inch door, kisi aur mard ke neeche roz let rahi thi.

Vaishali ne chai ke cup mein cheeni daali.

Uske haath ab bhi tharthara rahe the.  
Jaanghon ke beech Vikram ka cum ab bhi dheere-dheere bahar nikal raha tha.  

Aur sabse badi, sabse daraawni baat yeh thi…  
Uske jism ne is subah ke dhakke ka virodh nahi kiya tha.  

Woh bas chupchap chai banati rahi.

Kyunki ab uske paas aur koi raasta nahi bachaa tha.


Shaam ke saade chhe baj chuke the, aur Vaishali abhi bhi kitchen mein khadi thi.

Usne jaan-bujhkar kaam ko lamba kheench rakha tha. Bartan ek baar dhoye, phir unhe dobara paani se bhigoya. Counter ko pehle geele kapde se poncha, phir sookhe kapde se. Fridge ka darwaza khola, andar ki cheezein nikaali, unki jagah badli, aur wapas rakh di. Gas ke chulhe ke neeche jo purani mail thi, usko bhi woh aaj saaf karne baith gayi. Uske haath kaam kar rahe the, lekin uska dimaag baar-baar us kamre ki taraf bhaag raha tha jahan Vikram TV dekh raha tha.

Woh jaanti thi ki yeh sab bekaar hai.

Kal raat ke baad, aur aaj subah kitchen counter ke baad, uska jism ab bhi poori tarah se thaka hua tha. Chut ke andar ek halki si, sooji hui jalan ab bhi mehsoos ho rahi thi — jaise koi ungli ab bhi wahan atki hui ho. Stanon par jo daag the, unhe usne din bhar concealer laga-laga kar chhupaya tha. Har baar jab blouse ka kapda unke upar se fisalta, yaad aa jaata tha ki kal raat Vikram ne unhe kitni der tak muh mein liya tha, kitni zor se nichoda tha, kitni baar daant se kaata tha.

Usne socha tha ki shaam tak shayad woh thak jaayega. Shadi ke do din baad koi mard itna nahi maangta. Lekin andar hi andar woh jaanti thi ki yeh soch jhoothi hai. Vikram us tarah ka mard nahi tha. Uski aankhon mein jo bhookh thi, woh do raaton mein nahi bujhne wali thi.

Vaishali ne sink ke neeche se naya kapda nikala aur counter ko teesri baar ponchne lagi.

Uske gale mein bhaari mangalsutra latak raha tha. Har jhukne par woh uske stanon ke beech ki gehri line mein dhas jaata tha, aur uski thandi sona ki chain uski garam skin se chipak jaati thi. Maang ka sindoor din bhar mein thoda fail gaya tha. Usne dopahar ko bathroom mein jaakar use dobara seedha kiya tha, kyunki Vikram ne kaha tha ki uski biwi ki maang hamesha saaf honi chahiye. Us waqt usne mirror mein apne aap ko dekha tha, aur ek pal ke liye usse laga tha ki jo aurat saamne khadi hai, woh Vaishali nahi hai. Woh Meera hai. Kisi 24 saal ke mard ki nayi biwi.

Yeh khayal uske pet mein ek thandi si jalan ban kar baith gaya tha.

Baahar hall mein TV ki aawaz aa rahi thi. Koi cricket match chal raha tha. Commentator ki tez aawaz, crowd ki cheekhein, aur beech-beech mein Vikram ka thoda sa hasna. Woh relaxed tha. Ghar ka maalik. Uski biwi kitchen mein kaam kar rahi thi, aur woh sofe par pair faila kar baitha tha. Vaishali ko yeh scene ajeeb lag raha tha. Bees saal tak usne Ramesh ke liye yahi kaam kiya tha — kitchen, chai, khana, bartan. Lekin Ramesh kabhi uske peeche nahi aata tha. Ramesh kabhi uske kapde nahi kholta tha. Ramesh kabhi usse yeh nahi kehta tha ki woh uski hai.

Vikram kehta tha.

Aur sabse bura yeh tha ki jab woh kehta tha, toh Vaishali ke jism ka ek hissa sun leta tha.

Usne apne haath rok liye. Kapda counter par pad gaya. Usne aankhen band ki aur ek lambi saans li. Uske dimaag mein Arjun ka chehra aa gaya. Kal subah deewar ke us paar se uski aawaz. “Ma… uthi ho?” Uski awaaz mein woh darr tha, woh sharm thi, aur woh laachaari thi jo Vaishali ko andar tak kaat gayi thi. Usne usse “theek thi” kaha tha. Jhooth kaha tha. Kyunki sach bolne ka matlab tha ki woh cheekhe — *Nahi, theek nahi thi. Tere baap ne paisa liya. Tune mujhe yahan chhod diya. Aur kal raat usne mujhe itna zor se choda ki main subah tak seedhi nahi chal paayi.*

Woh nahi cheekhi thi.

Aur aaj raat bhi nahi cheekhegi.

Kitchen ki light peeli thi. Uske neeche Vaishali ka chehra thaka hua aur gehra dikh raha tha. Usne apna pallu theek kiya, stanon ko dhakne ki koshish ki, aur socha ki shayad woh aur ek ghanta yahin khadi reh sake. Lekin tabhi hall se Vikram ki aawaz aayi.

“Meera.”

Sirf itna. Uska naam. Jo ab uska naam ban chuka tha.

Vaishali ka haath counter par jam gaya. Usne turant jawab nahi diya. Uske gale mein kuch atak gaya. Ek second. Do second. Phir usne dheere se kaha, “Haan?”

“Kaam ho gaya?”

“Abhi… thoda baaki hai.”

Vikram hasa. Halki si, aaraam se, jaise use pehle se pata ho ki woh jhooth bol rahi hai.

“Kitna baaki hai? Main dekhun?”

“Nahi,” Vaishali ne jaldi se kaha. Uske munh se yeh shabd usse zyada tez nikal gaya. “Main… main kar lungi. Tum TV dekho.”

Thodi der khamoshi rahi. Sirf commentator ki aawaz. Phir Vikram ne kaha, bilkul shaant:

“Paanch minute. Uske baad main aata hoon.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li.

Paanch minute.

Usne sink ke paas khadi hokar apne haathon ko dekha. Mehendi ab bhi thi, lekin rang gehra nahi raha tha. Kachhi mehendi ki jagah ab ek bhoora, thaka hua rang tha, jo uski ungliyon ki lakiron mein sama gaya tha. Yahi haath kal raat Vikram ke kandhon par the. Yahi haath aaj subah uske seene par the, jab usne use dhakelne ki koshish ki thi aur nahi dhakel paayi. Yahi haath ab kaanp rahe the.

Usne socha — *Main bathroom chali jaaun. Darwaza band kar loon. Bol doon ki pet dard hai.*

Lekin woh jaanti thi ki yeh bahana kaam nahi karega. Kal raat bhi usne kaha tha “mat karo.” Subah bhi kaha tha “abhi nahi.” Aur dono baar Vikram ne uski baat nahi maani. Dono baar usne uske munh par haath rakha aur andar tak aa gaya. Aur dono baar, sabse bura, uska jism ne uska saath nahi diya. Chut geeli ho gayi thi. Stanon ke neeche ek ajeeb si garmahat uth gayi thi. Jab woh andar aaya tha, toh dard ke saath ek aisi bharav mili thi jise woh ab bhi bhool nahi pa rahi thi.

Yeh khayal aate hi uske gaal garam ho gaye.

Woh sharminda thi. Apne jism se. Apne bete se. Apne pati se. Aur sabse zyada is baat se ki woh ab bhi yahan khadi thi, paanch minute gin rahi thi, aur uske pet ke neeche ek halki si, gandi si bechaini uth rahi thi jise woh naam dena nahi chahti thi.

Hall se kursi ke hilne ki aawaz aayi.

Vaishali ne jaldi se apna pallu aur kas kar bandha. Blouse ke button check kiye. Saree ki peti ko kamar par theek kiya. Woh tayyar ho rahi thi, jaise koi mehmaan aa raha ho. Lekin jo aa raha tha, woh mehmaan nahi tha. Woh uska pati tha. Register par. Mangalsutra par. Aur kal raat uske andar.

Vikram kitchen ke darwaze par aa kar khada ho gaya.

Usne T-shirt pehni hui thi, neeche sirf shorts. Baal abhi bhi thode geele the, shaam ko nahane ke baad. Uski chhati pe T-shirt tight thi. Kalai par wohi mehngi watch. Aur uski aankhen seedhi Vaishali par thi — uske chehre par nahi, uske jism par. Saree ke neeche chhupi hui kamar par. Blouse ke andar dabe hue stanon par. Pallu ke neeche chhupi hui cleavage par.

“Kaam khatam?” usne poocha.

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Bol nahi paayi.

Vikram andar aaya. Kitchen chhoti thi. Do kadam mein woh uske bilkul paas aa gaya. Usne counter par haath rakha, Vaishali ke dono taraf, taaki woh peeche na hat sake. Uske jism ki garmahat Vaishali ke saree se hokar uski skin tak aa gayi. Woh abhi usse chhua bhi nahi tha, lekin Vaishali ki saans tez ho gayi.

“Din bhar tu mujhse bhaagti rahi,” Vikram ne dheere se kaha. Uski aawaz mein gussa nahi tha. Ek aisi bhookh thi jo seedhi aur nangi thi. “Subah chai banayi, phir kamre mein band ho gayi. Dopahar ko maine bulaya, tune kaha sir dard hai. Shaam ko bhi yahin khadi hai. Kya soch rahi hai, Meera? Ki main bhool jaunga?”

“Main nahi bhaag rahi,” Vaishali ne kaha. Uski aawaz patli thi. “Main… thaki hui hoon. Kal raat ke baad. Aaj subah ke baad. Mera jism—”

“Tera jism meri zimmedari hai,” Vikram ne kaha. Usne ek haath uthaya aur uske gaal par rakha. Angutha uske neeche wale honth par fisla. “Aur main apni zimmedari jaanta hoon. Tu nayi biwi hai. Tujhe aadat daalni padegi. Pehle do-teen din dard hoga. Uske baad nahi.”

Vaishali ne aankhen neeche kar li. Uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya tha, lekin woh girne nahi de rahi thi.

“Arjun sun lega,” usne kaha. Yeh uska aakhri bahana tha. “Deewar patli hai. Kal raat bhi usne suna hoga. Main… main uske saamne nahi—”

“Uske saamne nahi,” Vikram ne uski baat kaat di. “Uske peeche. Deewar ke is paar. Aur woh sunega. Sunne de. Use pata hona chahiye ki uski Bhabhi ab kiski hai.”

Usne Vaishali ka pallu dheere se kheenchha. Itna nahi ki gir jaaye, lekin itna ki uske blouse ka gehra cut aur stanon ke upar ka hissa khul jaaye. Concealer ke neeche chhupa teeth mark ab bhi halka sa dikh raha tha, agar koi gaur se dekhe. Vikram ne dekha. Uske honthon par ek chhoti si muskaan aayi.

“Yeh maine banaya tha,” usne kaha, aur apni ungli se us daag ko chhua. “Aaj raat ek aur banaunga. Isliye concealer mat lagaana kal subah. Kam se kam mere saamne toh nahi.”

Vaishali ka gala sookh gaya. Usne pallu wapas kheenchne ki koshish ki, lekin Vikram ne uska haath pakad liya. Narmi se. Lekin pakad aisi thi ki woh nahi chhudwa sakti thi.

“Paanch minute ho gaye,” usne kaha. “Ab chal. Kamra.”

Vaishali nahi hili.

Uske pair zameen se jude hue the. Uska dimaag cheekh raha tha. *Mat ja. Bathroom band kar. Bata de ki tu Vaishali hai, Meera nahi. Bata de ki Arjun tera beta hai. Bata de ki yeh sab jhooth hai.* Lekin uske munh se koi shabd nahi nikla. Kyunki woh jaanti thi ki sach bolne ka matlab hai Arjun ki jail. Ramesh ki beizzati. Aur woh 40 lakh jo already aa chuke the, unka wapas jaana. Aur sabse badi baat — woh jaanti thi ki Vikram ab rukne wala nahi hai. Register sign ho chuka tha. Mangalsutra bandh chuka tha. Kal raat woh uske andar aa chuka tha. Aaj subah bhi. Ab yeh raat bhi uski thi.

Vikram ne uska haath chhoda nahi. Usne use dheere se kheenchha, kitchen se bahar, chhote se corridor se hote hue, bedroom ke darwaze tak.

Darwaza khula tha. Andar light band thi. Sirf bed ke side ki chhoti si lamp jal rahi thi, jo kamre ko ek peeli, garam roshni se bhar rahi thi. Bed par wohi satin sheet thi, jispar kal raat woh leti thi. Headboard bilkul us deewar se chipka hua tha jiske us paar Arjun ka bistar tha.

Vaishali darwaze par ruk gayi.

Usne ek baar peeche mud kar dekha. Hall khaali tha. TV ab bhi chal raha tha, commentator kuch bol raha tha. Left wale flat se koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi. Shayad Arjun so gaya tha. Shayad nahi. Shayad woh andhere mein leta hua, deewar se kaan lagaaye, intezaar kar raha tha ki aaj raat bhi wohi tak-tak shuru hogi.

Yeh khayal aate hi Vaishali ke aankhon se ek aansu nikal gaya. Usne use jaldi se ponch liya, taaki Vikram na dekhe.

Lekin Vikram dekh chuka tha.

Usne uske gaal par bachi hui geelapan ko apne anguthe se mitaya, aur dheere se kaha, “Rone ki zaroorat nahi. Main tujhe dukh nahi dunga. Sirf woh dunga jo ek pati apni biwi ko deta hai. Andar aa.”

Vaishali ne ek gehri saans li.

Uske pair ab bhi nahi chal rahe the. Uska dil itni tez dhadak raha tha ki use lag raha tha Vikram sun lega. Uski chut ke andar, dard aur jalan ke neeche, ek halki si garmahat phir se uth rahi thi — jo usne nahi maangi thi, jo uske dimaag ne mana kiya tha, lekin jo uske jism ne khud se tayyar kar li thi.

Woh andar gayi.

Darwaza uske peeche band hua.

Lock lag gaya.

Aur deewar ke us paar, andhere kamre mein, Arjun ki aankhen khuli hui thi. Usne abhi kuch nahi suna tha. Lekin woh jaanta tha ki aaj raat bhi sunega. Aur woh jaanta tha ki woh kuch nahi kar paayega.

Vaishali bed ke kinare khadi thi. Lamp ki peeli roshni uske chehre par pad rahi thi. Uske haath saree ke pallu ko itni zor se pakde hue the ki uski ungliyan safed ho gayi thi. Vikram uske saamne aaya. Usne T-shirt nahi utaari. Abhi nahi. Usne sirf Vaishali ke pallu ko uske haath se dheere se chhudaya, aur use bed par bitha diya.

“Aaj main jaldi nahi karunga,” usne kaha. Uski aawaz neeli thi, lekin uske neeche wohi bhookh thi. “Pehle tujhe dekhna hai. Poora. Phir main tujhe chodunga. Aur aaj tu chup nahi rahegi. Aaj main tera muh nahi dabaunga. Aaj tu khud apna munh dabaayegi. Kyunki tera beta us deewar ke peeche hai. Aur tujhe use yeh nahi sunana ki uski maa kitni tez cheekhti hai.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li.

Uski saans atak gayi. Uski jaanghein ek dusre se chipak gayi. Aur uske pet ke neeche, us sooji hui, dard bhari jagah par, ek nami phir se ubhar aayi — dheere, gandi, aur bilkul uske control ke bina.

Woh kuch nahi bol paayi.

Kyunki bolne ke liye uske paas koi shabd nahi bacha tha.

Vaishali bed ke kinare baithi rahi. Lamp ki peeli roshni uske chehre par pad rahi thi, aur uske haath ab bhi saree ke pallu ko pakde hue the. Vikram uske saamne khada tha. Usne T-shirt nahi utaari thi. Woh dheere se jhuka, uske dono gaalon ko apni hatheliyon mein liya, aur uski aankhon mein dekha.

“Kya hua?” usne poocha. “Itni chup kyun hai?”

Vaishali ne upar dekha. Uski aankhen laal thi, thakaan se, aur us darr se jo woh chhupa nahi pa rahi thi. Usne apne honth geele kiye, aur dheere se kaha, “Vikram… main thaki hui hoon. Sach mein. Kal raat ke baad, aaj subah ke baad, mera jism ab bhi dard kar raha hai. Aur… main saaf bhi nahi hoon. Din bhar kitchen mein thi. Pasine se bhari hui hoon. Mujhe pehle naha lene do. Please.”

Vikram ne uski baat poori suni. Phir usne muskuraya. Woh muskaan naram nahi thi.

“Pasine se bhari hui hai?” usne kaha. “Achha hai. Mujhe pasina pasand hai.”

Usne Vaishali ka haath pakda aur use kheench kar apni god mein bitha liya. Woh bed ke kinare baitha tha, pair zameen par, aur Vaishali uski jaanghon par aa gayi — peeth uske seene se lagi hui, gaand uske shorts par. Jaise hi woh baithi, usne mehsoos kiya. Vikram ka lund pehle se hi sakht tha. Shorts ke kapde ke neeche se bhi uski garmahat aur uska bhaari ubhaar seedha uski gaand ki daraar mein dhas gaya. Vaishali ka jism ek pal ke liye akad gaya.

“Vikram—”

“Chup.”

Usne uska pallu ek jhatke mein hata diya. Blouse ka gehra cut khul gaya. Uske boobs upar ki taraf dabe hue the, paseene ki halki si chamak unke upar ki skin par thi. Vikram ne apna muh uski gardan par rakha. Pehle usne sirf saans li — uski garam, meethi, din bhar ki mehnat wali smell. Phir usne jeebh nikaali aur uske kaan ke neeche se le kar collarbone tak ek lambi, geeli lakeer kheench di.

Vaishali ke munh se ek halki si siski nikal gayi. Usne use rokna chaaha, lekin nahi rok paayi.

Vikram ne uske boobs ke upar ki nangi skin ko chaata. Pasina namkeen tha. Usne use chaata, chusa, aur phir uske left boob ke upar wale daag par apne daant halka sa rakh diye — kaata nahi, sirf dabaaya, taaki use yaad aaye ki yeh nishan uska hai.

“Tu kehti hai thaki hui hai,” usne uske kaan mein kaha. Uski aawaz ab bhaari ho chuki thi. “Lekin teri gaand mere lund par kaap rahi hai. Mehsus kar. Kitna sakht hai.”

Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya. Shorts ke neeche se uska lund uski gaand ki daraar mein dhasa hua tha, garam, mota, aur har saans ke saath thoda sa hil raha tha. Usne apni jaanghein sikodi. Sharm se. Darr se. Aur us sharm ke neeche ek aisi garmahat se jise woh naam nahi dena chahti thi.

Vikram ne usko apni god par thoda aur peeche kheenchha, taaki woh aur kas kar uske lund par baith jaaye. Phir usne uske boobs ko dono haathon se pakda — blouse ke upar se nahi, andar haath daal kar. Uske nipples uski hatheliyon mein sakht ho chuke the. Usne unhe ungliyon ke beech dabaaya.

“Suno,” usne kaha, aawaz bilkul uske kaan ke paas. “Main kabhi jawan ladkiyon ko pasand nahi karta tha. Patli, kachi, jinke boobs haath mein aate hi khatam ho jaayen. Mujhe hamesha mature aurat chahiye thi. Bhari hui. Jiske boobs itne bhaare hon ki mutthi mein na aayen. Jiski kamar pakadne mein haath bhar jaaye. Jiski chut pehle se khuli hui ho, lekin phir bhi tight ho. Tujhe pehli baar jab dekha tha, photo mein, tab se mera lund khada ho gaya tha. Aur jab tu ghar aayi, sleeveless blouse mein, tab maine socha — yeh aurat meri hogi. Umar ka farak hai. Main 24 ka hoon, tu 42 ki. Mujhe farak nahi padta. Ulta, isi farak mein maza hai. Ek budhi nahi, ek pakki hui aurat, jo mere neeche cheekhegi. Aur aaj tu cheekhegi, Meera. Mere neeche. Poori tarah se.”

Vaishali ke kaan garam ho gaye. Uski saans tez thi. Uske boobs Vikram ke haathon mein the, aur uski gaand uske lund par dabi hui thi. Woh kuch bolna chahti thi — ki woh thaki hai, ki yeh galat hai, ki Arjun deewar ke us paar hai — lekin uske munh se sirf ek tooti hui saans nikli.

Vikram ne use apni god se utara. Bed par khada kiya. Phir khud bed ke kinare baith gaya, pair thode khule hue, aur apne shorts ko neeche sarka diya.

Uska lund bahar aa gaya.

Lamba, mota, naso se bhara hua, supada chamakta hua. Vaishali ne use dekha aur uski saans atak gayi. Kal raat yeh uske andar gaya tha. Aaj subah bhi. Aur ab yeh uske muh ke saamne tha.

“Ghutne tek,” Vikram ne kaha.

Vaishali nahi jhuki.

“Vikram… main yeh nahi karti. Main… muh se nahi. Please. Main thaki hoon. Mujhe—”

“Tu karegi.” Usne uska haath pakda aur use neeche kheenchha. Zor se nahi, lekin itni pakad se ki woh nahi ruk paayi. “Meri biwi hai tu. Aur meri biwi mera lund muh mein legi. Pehli baar hoga, toh dheere se seekh. Lekin aaj karegi.”

Vaishali ghutnon par baith gayi. Carpet uske ghutnon mein chubha. Uska chehra Vikram ke lund ke bilkul saamne tha. Usne aankhen band ki. Uske dimaag mein Arjun ka chehra aa gaya, Ramesh ka chehra aa gaya, aur phir woh 40 lakh jo unke account mein ja chuke the. Usne aankhen kholi.

Vikram ne apna lund uske honthon par rakha. Garam. Namkeen. Usne uske neeche wale honth par supada ghumaya.

“Muh khol.”

Vaishali ne muh khola. Pehle sirf thoda. Vikram ne supada andar kiya. Uske honth uske motе supade par kas gaye. Usne jeebh se use chhua, aur Vikram ke gale se ek bhaari saans nikal gayi.

“Haan. Aise.”

Usne uske baal pakde — zor se nahi, lekin itna ki woh peeche na hat sake — aur dheere se apna lund uske muh mein aur andar kiya. Vaishali ka gala bhar gaya. Usne naak se saans li. Aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Vikram ne use thodi der aise hi rakha, phir bahar nikala, phir phir se andar kiya. Dheere. Gehra. Uske honth geele ho gaye, thook uske chin tak behne laga.

“Dekh kitni achhi lag rahi hai,” Vikram ne kaha, aawaz phati hui. “42 saal ki aurat, mere lund par jhuki hui. Tera beta agar yeh dekhe toh kya sochega? Ki uski Bhabhi kitni achhi se chusti hai?”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Sharm uske poore jism mein daud gayi. Lekin usne muh nahi hataya. Kyunki Vikram ka haath uske baalon mein tha, aur kyunki uske andar ek hissa — woh hissa jise woh nafrat karti thi — yeh mehsoos kar raha tha ki uska lund uske muh mein kitna bhaari hai, kitna garam hai.

Kuch der baad Vikram ne use peeche hataya. Uska lund uske honthon se nikla, thook ki ek lambi lakeer uske chin se uske boobs tak latak gayi.

“Bahut hua,” usne kaha. “Ab main tujhe chakhunga.”

Usne Vaishali ko bed par ghumaaya. Pet ke bal nahi — pehle usne use ghutnon par rakha, haath bed par, gaand upar. Phir usne uski saree ko kamar tak chadha diya. Petticoat ki dor kholi. Panty ko side mein nahi kiya — use neeche kheench kar uski jaanghon tak sarka diya.

Vaishali ki chut khul kar uske saamne aa gayi. Sooji hui, geeli, kal raat aur aaj subah ke baad ab bhi thodi laal. Vikram ne dono haathon se uski gaand ke dono hisse khol diye.

“Kitni geeli hai,” usne kaha. “Muh se thaki hui bol rahi thi. Neeche se nahi.”

Usne apna muh uski chut par rakha.

Pehli chaat lambi thi. Chut ke neeche wale chhed se le kar upar tak, clit tak. Vaishali ka poora jism jhatka kha gaya. Uske munh se ek tez, bina rok-tok ke siski nikal gayi. Usne turant apna muh pillow mein daal liya.

Vikram ne nahi rukha. Usne uski chut ke honthon ko apne honthon mein liya, chusa, aur phir jeebh ko uske andar daal diya. Gehra. Ghumata hua. Vaishali ke ghutne bed par fisalne lage. Uski gaand uske muh par aur dhas gayi, jaise uska jism khud us jeebh ko andar le raha ho. Vikram ne uski clit ko jeebh se maara, phir chusa, phir phir se uske andar jeebh daali.

Vaishali pillow ko daant se kaat rahi thi. Aansu aa rahe the. Dard nahi tha. Woh doosri cheez thi — woh gandi, gehri, bechain kar dene wali garmahat jo uske pet tak chadh rahi thi. Woh nahi chahti thi. Woh chillana chahti thi ki ruk jao. Lekin uske muh se sirf dabi hui, geeli siskiyan nikal rahi thi, aur uski chut Vikram ki jeebh par aur bhi zyada geeli ho rahi thi.

Vikram ne apna muh hataya. Uski daadhi aur honth uski chut ke ras se chamak rahe the.

“Ab doggy,” usne kaha. “Aur aaj main tere muh par haath nahi rakhunga. Tu khud daba. Kyunki agar teri cheekh deewar ke us paar gayi, toh tera beta sun lega ki uski Bhabhi kitni tez chodwati hai.”

Vaishali ne apne dono haath se pillow pakad liya. Uski gaand upar thi. Uski chut khuli hui, geeli, aur kaanpti hui. Usne aankhen band ki. Aur intezaar kiya.

Kyunki ab uske paas rokne ka koi raasta nahi bacha tha.

Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi.

Vaishali ghutnon aur hatheliyon par thi, gaand upar, saree kamar tak chadhi hui, panty jaanghon par atki hui. Uski chut khuli hui thi, Vikram ki jeebh se geeli, aur thodi si khuli hui. Usne pillow ko dono haathon se pakad rakha tha. Deewar bilkul uske sir ke aage thi. Nau inch. Us paar Arjun ka bistar.

Vikram ne apna lund uski chut ke honthon par rakha. Supada garam tha. Usne use ek baar upar se neeche tak ghisaya, taaki woh aur geeli ho jaaye, phir ek hi gehre dhakke mein poora andar kar diya.

Vaishali ka munh khul gaya.

Ek lambi, tez, bina rok-tok ke siski uske gale se nikal gayi — “Ahh—Vikram—” — aur woh use rok nahi paayi. Lund mota tha. Kal raat aur subah ke baad bhi uski chut uske liye poori tarah se khuli nahi thi. Pehla dhakka uski soojan ko cheerta hua andar gaya, aur uske pet ke neeche tak ek bhaari, garam bharav chali gayi. Usne turant apna muh pillow mein daal liya. Baad mein. Pehli aawaz nikal chuki thi.

Vikram ne rukna nahi.

Usne uski kamar ke dono taraf se pakda, ungliyan uske narm maans mein dhas gayi, aur dhakke maarne laga. Lambe nahi. Gehre. Har baar poora bahar, phir poora andar. Bed ki headboard deewar se takra rahi thi — thak, thak, thak. Vaishali ne pillow ko daant se kaata. Uske boobs har dhakke ke saath neeche latak kar sheet se ragad kha rahe the. Mangalsutra uske gale se nikal kar bed par hit kar raha tha.

Woh aawaz kam karna chahti thi. Usne apna muh pillow mein aur gehrai tak daala. Lekin Vikram ke dhakke itne sakht the ki har baar uske gale se ek dabi hui, geeli moan nikal hi jaati thi. “Nh—ahh—dheere—” Woh dheere nahi hua. Usne uski gaand par ek thappad maara, halka, lekin itna ki skin laal ho gayi, aur kaha, “Dheere nahi. Meri biwi hai tu. Poora legi.”

Vaishali ki aankhon se aansu nikal aaye. Dard tha. Jalan thi. Aur us dard ke neeche ek aisi lehar thi jo uske ghutnon ko kamzor kar rahi thi. Uski chut har dhakke par Vikram ke lund ko aur kas kar pakad rahi thi, jaise uska jism khud use andar rokna chahta ho. Woh yeh nahi chahti thi. Uske dimaag mein Arjun ka naam ghoom raha tha. Phir bhi uski kamar dheere-dheere peeche ki taraf hilne lagi — chhoti si, sharmili, lekin saaf.

Vikram ne yeh dekha.

Usne lund bahar nikala. Vaishali ki chut khali hote hi ek geeli aawaz hui, aur woh thodi si kaanp gayi. Vikram ne use palta. Peeth ke bal. Uski taangein khol di. Phir usne uski dono jaanghein apni baahon mein uthayi, uske ghutne uske kandhon ke paas aa gaye, aur seedha, gehra, uske upar jhuk kar phir se andar aa gaya.

Is position mein lund aur gehra gaya.

Vaishali ki peeth bed se ubhar gayi. Uske munh se ek phati hui moan nikal gayi, aur is baar usne use rokne ki koshish bhi nahi ki. Vikram uske bilkul upar tha. Uska seena uske boobs se chipka hua tha. Uske boobs uske bhaari wazan ke neeche dabe hue the, nipples sakht, daag wale. Usne uska chehra apne dono haathon mein liya aur uske honthon par apna munh rakh diya.

Pehla kiss gehra tha.

Usne uske neeche wale honth ko chusa, phir upar wale ko, phir apni jeebh uske muh mein daal di. Vaishali ne pehle virodh kiya — honth band kiye — lekin Vikram ne uske honth apne daant se halka sa kheenchhe, aur woh khul gayi. Uski jeebh uski jeebh se mili. Vikram ne use chusa. Gehra. Ganda. Jaise woh uske muh ko bhi usi tarah kha raha ho jaise neeche uski chut ko kha raha tha. Vaishali ke dimaag mein ek pal ke liye sab kuch safed ho gaya. Arjun. Deewar. Sharm. Sab kuch us kiss aur us lund ke neeche dab gaya.

Vikram ne kiss toda nahi. Woh chodta raha aur chusta raha. Har dhakka uske muh mein ek chhoti si siski daal jaata tha, jo Vikram pee jaata tha. Uske boobs uske seene se ragad kha rahe the. Pasina dono ke jism ko chipka raha tha. Vaishali ke haath, jo pehle uske kandhon par the use dhakelne ke liye, ab uski peeth par fisal gaye. Nakhun uski skin mein dhas gaye. Woh use kheench rahi thi. Khud ko samajh nahi aa raha tha. Uska jism uske dimaag se aage nikal gaya tha.

“Haan,” Vikram ne uske honthon par kaha, aawaz phati hui. “Aise. Pakad. Meri biwi.”

Usne apni raftaar tez kar di. Bed poori tarah hil rahi thi. Headboard deewar se lagatar takra rahi thi. Vaishali ki moan ab pillow mein nahi dabi thi. Woh Vikram ke muh mein dabi thi, aur phir bhi bahar nikal rahi thi — lambi, geeli, tooti hui. Uski chut itni geeli ho chuki thi ki har dhakke par ek geeli, phachak karti aawaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Cum aur uska ras dono mil kar uski gaand ke neeche sheet par ek geela daag bana rahe the.

Uski pehli lehar aayi bina warning ke.

Pet ke neeche kuch kas gaya. Jaanghein kaanpne lagi. Chut ne Vikram ke lund ko itni zor se nichoda ki uska dhakka ek pal ke liye atak gaya. Vaishali ka sar peeche gaya, kiss toot gaya, aur uske gale se ek lambi, kaanpti hui moan nikal gayi — “Ahh—haaye—Vikram—” — jo usne nahi rok paayi. Uska jism bed par hil raha tha. Aankhen dhundhli. Muh khula. Woh kuch nahi soch pa rahi thi. Sirf woh garam, safed, bhaari lehar jo uske boobs se le kar uski ungliyon tak daud gayi.

Vikram ne use dekha. Uski aankhen khuli hui thi, lekin khali. Honth geele. Saans atki hui. Woh uski godi mein ek doll ki tarah leti thi, taangein uske kandhon par, jism dheela.

“Ab sun,” usne kaha, aur phir se andar tak dhakka maara. “Aur le.”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Bol nahi paayi. Uske honth khule rahe. Jab Vikram ne phir se uski jeebh chusi, toh usne use andar aane diya. Jab usne uske boob ko muh mein lekar nipple ko daant se dabaaya, toh usne sirf ek halki si siski nikaali aur apni peeth aur ubhaari, taaki woh aur gehra le sake. Jab usne kaha “taangein aur khol,” toh usne khol di. Jab usne kaha “mujhe dekh,” toh usne aankhen khol di — dhundhli, geeli, khali.

Woh uski doll ban chuki thi.

Vikram ne use aur tez choda. Ab woh khud bhi kinaare par tha. Uski saans uske gale mein atak rahi thi. Usne Vaishali ke dono haath uske sir ke upar pakad liye, ek hi mutthi mein, aur poori taaqat se andar tak jaata raha. Vaishali har dhakke par ek chhoti si, tooti hui moan nikaal rahi thi. Uski chut uske lund ko baar-baar nichod rahi thi, ab bhi us pehli lehar ke baad kaanpti hui. Sheet uski gaand ke neeche poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi. Ras uski jaanghon se hota hua bed par beh raha tha.

Vikram ne aakhri baar uska munh liya. Jeebh gehra. Phir usne apna lund poora andar tak dhasaaya aur wahin ruk gaya.

Usne andar hi chhoda.

Gaadha, garam, lambe jhatkon mein. Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya. Uska pet ke neeche bhar gaya. Har jhatke par ek naya garam dhakka uski chut ki aakhri deewar se takraaya. Uske munh se ek dheemi, khaali si saans nikli. Usne aankhen band kar li. Uska jism dheela pad gaya, Vikram ke neeche, uske lund par, uske cum se bhari hui.

Vikram uske upar leta raha. Saansein tez. Lund abhi bhi andar, dheere-dheere narm hota hua. Usne uske maathe par ek chhota sa kiss kiya. Phir uske honthon par. Phir uske boob par, jahan naya daag ban chuka tha.

“Meri,” usne kaha.

Vaishali ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski aankhen band thi. Uska jism kaanp raha tha, chhoti-chhoti leharon mein. Jab Vikram ne lund bahar nikala, toh ek lambi, geeli dhaar uski chut se nikal kar sheet par beh gayi — uska cum, uska ras, dono mil kar. Chut khuli hui thi, laal, kaanpti hui, aur khali hote hi dheere-dheere band hone lagi, jaise woh ab bhi use andar rokna chahti ho.

Vikram uske bagal mein let gaya. Usne use apni taraf kheenchha, uska sar apne seene par rakha, aur uske baal se paseena hataya.

Vaishali uske seene par leti rahi. Aankhen band. Munh thoda khula. Saans dheemi. Uske dimaag mein abhi koi shabd nahi tha. Na Arjun. Na Ramesh. Na woh galti. Sirf uske jism ki thakaan, uske andar ki garmahat, aur Vikram ka haath uski kamar par.

Woh uski doll ki tarah leti rahi.

Aur deewar ke us paar, andhere mein, Arjun ne apna chehra pillow mein chhupa liya tha. Usne sab suna tha. Har moan. Har thak. Har woh aawaz jab uski maa ne Vikram ka naam liya tha. Aur woh jaanta tha ki woh kuch nahi kar sakta.

Agle din.


Subah ki pehli roshni window ke paarde se aayi, toh Vaishali pehle se jaag chuki thi.

Woh bed par nahi thi. Bathroom se naha kar nikal chuki thi, baal abhi bhi geele the, ek purani cotton ki nightie uske jism par lagi hui thi — wohi nightie jo usne apne purane bag se nikaali thi, kyunki Vikram ke diye hue kapde abhi uske liye bahut khule lagte the. Nightie ghutnon tak thi. Gale ka ghera gehra nahi tha, lekin kapda patla tha, aur nahaane ke baad uske boobs ke neeche ab bhi halki si nami thi, jisse kapda unke ubhaar se chipak gaya tha. Usne mangalsutra pehen liya tha. Maang mein sindoor ki ek patli si lakeer lagayi thi, haath ab bhi thode kaanp rahe the jab usne woh lakeer kheenchhi thi.

Woh kitchen mein khadi thi.

Chai ka paani ubal raha tha. Usne adrak kat li thi, elaichi masal li thi, aur doodh ka packet kholne hi wali thi, jab usne peeche kadmon ki aawaz suni. Woh nahi mudi. Usne socha tha ki agar woh kaam mein lagi rahegi, toh shayad Vikram seedha bathroom chala jaayega. Kal raat ke baad uska jism ab bhi dheela tha. Jaanghon ke beech ek halki si jalan thi, aur jab woh chalti thi toh uski chaal mein ek chhota sa farak aa jaata tha, jise woh khud mehsoos kar rahi thi. Usne nightie ko neeche kheenchha, jaise kapda use dhak lega.

Vikram kitchen ke darwaze par ruk gaya.

Usne use peeche se dekha. Geeli choti uski gardan par lagi hui thi. Nightie ke patle kapde mein uski kamar ki lakeer saaf thi, aur neeche uski gaand ka bhaari, narm ubhaar. Woh chai bana rahi thi, bilkul kisi ghar ki aurat ki tarah, aur yeh dekh kar Vikram ke honthon par ek dheemi muskaan aayi. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Seedha uske peeche aaya, uski kamar mein dono haath daale, aur apna munh uski gardan par rakha.

Vaishali ka haath doodh ke packet par ruk gaya.

“Vikram… chai—”

Usne use ghuma diya.

Counter uski peeth se lag gaya. Vikram ne uska chehra apne dono haathon mein liya, aur bina kuch bole uske honthon par apna munh rakh diya. Pehla sparsh naram tha. Sirf honth. Phir usne uske neeche wale honth ko apne honthon mein liya aur chusa, dheere, gehra, jaise uske paas subah ka poora waqt ho. Vaishali ne pehle apne honth band rakhe. Uske haath uske seene par the, use dhakelne ke liye nahi, sirf ek kamzor si deewar banane ke liye. Vikram ne us deewar ko toda nahi. Usne sirf apni jeebh uske honthon par ghumayi, ek baar, do baar, jab tak uske honth khud nahi khul gaye.

Phir kiss gehra ho gaya.

Usne apni jeebh uske muh mein daal di. Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Uski peeth counter se aur chipak gayi. Vikram ne uske baalon ko ek haath se pakda, geeli choti ke neeche se, aur uske sir ko thoda peeche kiya taaki woh aur gehra kiss kar sake. Doosre haath se usne uski kamar pakdi aur use apni taraf kheenchha. Nightie ke patle kapde ke neeche se uske boobs uske seene se dab gaye. Vaishali ke munh se ek chhoti si, dabi hui siski nikal gayi, jo seedha Vikram ke muh mein sama gayi.

Woh kiss lambi thi.

Itni lambi ki Vaishali ko saans chadhne lagi. Uski naak se saans tez ho gayi. Uski ungliyan Vikram ke T-shirt mein kas gayi. Jab usne kiss toda, toh uske honth geele the, thode khule, aur uski aankhen dhundhli. Woh ek pal ke liye counter se lag kar khadi rahi, saans lenе ki koshish karti hui, jaise uske dimaag ko wapas aane mein waqt lag raha ho.

“Subah subah,” usne kaha, aawaz patli. “Main chai bana rahi thi. Tum… tum aise—”

“Aise hi karunga,” Vikram ne kaha. Usne apne anguthe se uske neeche wale honth par bachi hui geelapan ko mitaya. “Meri biwi subah muh mein leke uthе, toh main use aise hi chodunga. Kiss se. Baaki baad mein.”

Vaishali ne nazar neeche kar li. Uske gaal garam the. Woh kuch kehna chahti thi — ki woh thaki hai, ki deewar ke us paar log hain, ki use aise mat pakdo jab woh kaam kar rahi ho — lekin uske honth ab bhi us kiss ki garmahat mehsoos kar rahe the, aur shabd uske gale mein atak gaye.

Vikram ne use chhoda nahi. Usne jhuk kar uske maathe par ek chhota sa kiss kiya, phir uski maang par, jahan sindoor ki lakeer thi. Phir usne uske kaan ke neeche, gardan par, ek aur chhota sa kiss kiya, itna halka ki sirf uske honth ki garmahat reh gayi.

“Chai bana,” usne kaha. “Main naha ke aata hoon. Aur nightie mat badalna. Yahi achhi lag rahi hai.”

Woh bathroom ki taraf chala gaya.

Vaishali counter se lagi rahi. Uski saans abhi bhi tez thi. Usne apne honthon par ungli rakhi. Woh thode sooje hue lag rahe the. Uske boobs ke neeche, nightie ke kapde mein, uske nipples sakht ho chuke the, aur yeh dekh kar usne jaldi se pallu maangne ki jagah apni baahen seene par cross kar li. Woh sharminda thi. Apne jism se. Is baat se ki ek kiss ne use itna beqaboo kar diya tha ki woh ek pal ke liye bhool gayi thi ki woh kahan khadi hai.

Usne chai banayi.

Haath ab bhi thode dheele the. Jab woh doodh daal rahi thi, toh uske dimaag mein kal raat ka scene ghoom raha tha — uski gaand upar, Vikram ka lund andar, uski moan jo woh nahi rok paayi thi, aur woh pal jab uska dimaag safed ho gaya tha aur woh uski baat maan-ti chali gayi thi. Usne aankhen band ki. *Main uski doll nahi hoon,* usne andar hi andar kaha. *Main majboor hoon. Yeh sab Arjun aur Ramesh ki wajah se hai. Mujhe yahan se nikalna hai.*

Lekin jab bathroom se paani ki aawaz band hui, toh uska jism phir se thoda akad gaya. Intezaar mein. Aur yeh intezaar use aur bhi zyada sharminda kar gaya.

Vikram naha kar nikla. Sirf ek towel kamar par. Baal geele. Usne kitchen mein kadam rakha, Vaishali ko chai chhante hue dekha, aur seedha uske peeche aa gaya. Is baar usne use nahi ghumaaya. Usne sirf uski gardan par apna munh rakha, geeli choti ko side kiya, aur wahan ek lambi, dheemi kiss chhod di. Uske honth uski skin par thehre, phir dheere se khule, aur usne wahan halka sa chusa.

Vaishali ke haath mein chai ki channi ruk gayi.

“Vikram… garam hai. Haath jal jaayega.”

“Toh rakh de.”

Usne channi counter par rakh di. Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi, use apni taraf thoda kheenchha, taaki uski peeth uske nange seene se lag jaaye. Towel ke neeche se uska lund abhi poora sakht nahi tha, lekin uski garmahat uski gaand par mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne uske kandhe par ek aur kiss kiya. Phir uske kaan ke paas. Phir jhuk kar, nightie ke gale se, uske boob ke upar ki skin par ek chhoti si, geeli kiss.

“Bas,” Vaishali ne dheere se kaha. Uski aawaz mein woh mazbooti nahi thi jo woh lana chahti thi. “Koi aa jaayega. Arjun ne kaha tha chai lene aayega. Subah.”

Vikram ne uske kaan par ek halka sa kat liya, daant se nahi, sirf honthon se.

“Aane de. Teri Bua hoon main uski, yaad hai? Bhabhi. Woh darwaza khatkhatayega, main kholunga, aur tu chai leke aayegi. Itna hi. Beech mein yeh mera hai.”

Usne use chhoda. Towel theek kiya. Aur hall ki taraf chala gaya, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.

Vaishali akeli khadi rahi. Uski gardan par uski kiss ki geelapan ab bhi thi. Uske boob ke upar ki skin garam thi. Usne apna haath wahan rakha, jaise woh nishaan mita sakti ho, lekin mita nahi. Usne chai ke do cup nikale. Ek apne liye. Ek uske liye. Teesra Arjun ke liye, kyunki usne kaha tha woh aayega.

Jab woh cup table par rakh rahi thi, tab doorbell nahi baji. Darwaze par halki si khatkhat hui. Arjun.

Vaishali ka dil ek pal ke liye baith gaya. Usne nightie ke upar jaldi se ek dupatta daal liya, baal theek kiye, aur hall ki taraf dekha. Vikram pehle se darwaze par tha. Usne darwaza khola. Arjun bahar khada tha, T-shirt aur pajama mein, aankhon ke neeche halki sujan, jaise usne raat bhar theek se soya hi na ho.

“Aaja bhai,” Vikram ne kaha, bilkul aaraam se. Usne Arjun ke kandhe par haath rakha aur use andar kheenchha. “Teri Bhabhi chai bana rahi hai. Kal raat bohot thak gayi thi, isliye subah late uthi.”

Arjun ki nazar seedhi Vaishali par gayi.

Woh dupatte mein khadi thi. Maang mein sindoor. Gale mein mangalsutra. Chehra thaka hua, honth thode laal. Usne use “Ma” nahi kaha. Woh nahi keh sakta tha. Vikram wahin khada tha, uske kandhe par haath rakhe, muskurata hua.

“Chai… ready hai,” Vaishali ne kaha. Uski aawaz narm thi. “Baith ja.”

Arjun baith gaya. Vikram uske bagal mein baith gaya, jaise dono dost hon. Vaishali ne cup aage badhaye. Jab woh Vikram ka cup rakh rahi thi, tab Vikram ne uska haath pakad liya — Arjun ke saamne, bilkul khullam-khulla — aur uski ungliyon par ek chhoti si kiss kar di.

“Thank you, biwi,” usne kaha.

Vaishali ka haath kaanp gaya. Usne use chhudaya, aur apna cup lekar kitchen ki taraf mud gayi, taaki Arjun uske chehre par ka kapkapaahat na dekhe. Peeche Vikram Arjun se cricket ki baat kar raha tha. Halki hasi. Aaraam. Jaise deewar ke us paar kal raat koi cheekh nahi uthi ho. Jaise uski Bhabhi abhi-abhi uske neeche se nahi uthi ho.

Vaishali kitchen mein khadi rahi, cup dono haathon mein liye.

Uske honth ab bhi garam the. Uske boob ke upar ki skin ab bhi us kiss ko yaad kar rahi thi. Aur hall mein baitha hua uska beta uske pati se — us mard se jo use apni Bua samajhta tha — baatein kar raha tha, bina yeh jaane ki subah ki pehli kiss ne uski maa ko kitni der tak saans lene layak nahi chhoda tha.

Usne chai ka ek ghoont liya.

Woh thandi ho chuki thi.

Hall mein cricket ki baat chal rahi thi, lekin Vaishali kitchen ke darwaze ke us paar khadi har lafz sun rahi thi.

Arjun kam bol raha tha. Vikram zyada bol raha tha. Uski aawaz mein wohi aaraam tha, wohi halki si hasi, jaise yeh subah kisi aur subah jaisi ho. Vaishali ne apna cup sink mein rakh diya. Chai usne pee nahi thi. Uske honth ab bhi us kiss ki garmahat mehsoos kar rahe the, aur jab bhi woh apni jeebh se unhe chhuti thi, use Vikram ki jeebh ka swaad yaad aa jaata tha. Usne dupatta aur kas kar bandha. Nightie ke patle kapde par dupatta kaafi nahi tha. Uske boobs ka ubhaar ab bhi saaf tha, aur nipplon ki sakhti, jo us kiss ne utha di thi, abhi poori tarah se gayi nahi thi.

Usne socha ki woh andar na jaaye.

Lekin chai ke saath kuch toh dena tha. Usne ek plate mein biscuit nikale, aur unhe rakhte waqt uske haath phir se dheele pad gaye. Kal raat woh usi haathon se Vikram ki peeth pakad rahi thi. Nakhun uski skin mein dhas rahe the. Aur subah wohi haath chai bana rahe the, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.

Woh plate leke hall mein aayi.

Arjun ne upar dekha. Ek pal ke liye uski nazar uske chehre par ruki, phir neeche, uske honthon par. Woh thode laal the. Thode geele. Arjun ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh nahi keh sakta tha. Usne biscuit liya aur apni chai mein dekhne laga, jaise cup ke andar koi jawab ho.

Vikram ne plate se ek biscuit uthaya, aur jab Vaishali jhuk kar plate table par rakh rahi thi, tab usne apna doosra haath uski kamar par rakh diya. Dupatte ke upar se. Arjun ke bilkul saamne. Uske anguthe ne uski kamar ke narm maans ko halka sa dabaaya, bilkul wahan jahan kal raat uski pakad thi.

Vaishali ka jism ek pal ke liye akad gaya.

“Baith ja,” Vikram ne kaha, bilkul seedhi aawaz mein. “Kitni der khadi rahegi. Teri Bhabhi hai, Arjun, lekin ghar ki maalkin bhi hai. Baithne de use.”

Arjun ne sir hila diya. Bol nahi paaya.

Vaishali baith gayi, Vikram ke doosri taraf, taaki uske aur Arjun ke beech thodi doori rahe. Lekin sofa chhota tha. Uski jaangh Vikram ki jaangh se lag rahi thi. Nightie upar sarak gayi thi, ghutne ke upar tak, aur Vikram ki nazar wahan gayi. Usne use wapas neeche nahi kiya. Usne sirf apna haath uski jaangh par rakh diya, dupatte ke neeche, kapde par, aur use wahin rehne diya.

Vaishali ne saans andar khinch li.

Arjun biscuit kha raha tha. Uski nazar baar-baar uth kar un dono par jaati thi, aur phir neeche ho jaati thi. Woh jaanta tha. Deewar ke us paar se usne sab suna tha. Lekin yahan, is subah ki roshni mein, Vikram uski maa ko — apni Bhabhi ko — aise chhoo raha tha jaise uska haq ho. Aur haq tha. Register par. Mangalsutra par. Kal raat uske andar.

“Aaj kya plan hai?” Arjun ne poocha. Uski aawaz sukhi thi. “Main… college jaane se pehle socha pooch loon.”

“Plan?” Vikram ne uski jaangh par apna haath thoda aur upar khiskaya. Vaishali ne use hatane ki koshish nahi ki. Arjun dekh raha tha. “Aaj toh nayi biwi ke saath ghar pe hi hoon. Shaam ko mummy aayengi, dekhne. Unhone kaha tha do din baad bahu ko ghar bulaungi, lekin unse raha nahi gaya. Dopahar tak aa jaayengi. Tu bhi ruk jaana, bhai. Teri Bhabhi ke liye achha rahega. Family lagegi.”

Vaishali ka gala sookh gaya.

Vikram ki mummy. Woh aurat jisne use Meera kaha tha, jisne uske gale mein mangalsutra bandhte hue dekha tha, jisne kaha tha ki pehli raat naye ghar mein shubh hoti hai. Ab woh yahan aane wali thi. Aur Vaishali ko uske saamne bahu bankar khada hona tha. Pair chhune the. Sar jhukana tha. Aur yeh jhooth jeena tha ki woh ek unmarried aurat thi, jo ab is ladke ki biwi hai.

“Main… main dekh lungi,” usne kaha. “Khana bana lungi. Aap tension mat lijiye.”

Vikram ne uski taraf dekha. Uske honthon par wohi chhoti si muskaan thi.

“Aap nahi,” usne dheere se kaha. “Tum. Aur tension mujhe nahi hai. Tujhe hai. Kyun? Mummy se darr lagta hai?”

“Nahi.”

“Achha.” Usne jhuk kar, Arjun ke saamne, uske gaal par ek chhoti si kiss kar di. Honth uski skin par thehre, ek second, do second, phir hat gaye. “Darr mat. Mummy tujhe pasand kar chuki hain. Kehti hain bahu bohot seedhi hai. Bohot susheel. Main unhe yeh nahi bataunga ki raat ko tu kitni seedhi nahi rehti.”

Arjun ka biscuit uske haath mein ruk gaya.

Vaishali ke kaan garam ho gaye. Usne nazar neeche kar li. Uski jaangh par Vikram ka haath ab bhi tha, angutha dheere-dheere ghum raha tha, nightie ke kapde par, uski skin ke bilkul upar. Arjun ne yeh dekha. Usne dekha ki uski maa ne woh haath nahi hataya. Usne dekha ki uske gaal par ab bhi us kiss ki halki si laali hai. Aur usne kuch nahi kaha.

Woh nahi keh sakta tha.

Kuch der baad Arjun utha. “Main chalta hoon. College. Shaam ko… dekh lunga.”

“Ruk ja na,” Vikram ne kaha. “Chai toh khatam kar.”

“Ho gayi.” Arjun ne cup table par rakha. Usme ab bhi aadhi chai thi. Usne Vaishali ki taraf dekha. Ek pal. Uski aankhon mein woh sawaal tha jo woh pooch nahi sakta tha — *theek ho? raat ko jo maine suna, woh…* — aur Vaishali ne us sawaal ka jawab nahi diya. Usne sirf sir hila diya, bilkul usi tarah jaise ek Bhabhi apne devar ko vida karti hai.

“Khyaal rakhna,” usne kaha. “Garmi hai.”

Arjun darwaze tak gaya. Vikram use chhodne utha. Landing par, left wale darwaze ke saamne, usne Arjun ke kandhe par haath rakha.

“Teri Bhabhi sharmati bohot hai,” usne dheere se kaha, jaise koi badi baat bata raha ho. “Tere saamne toh bilkul chup ho jaati hai. Tu usse thoda khul ke baat kar. Woh akeli mehsoos karti hai. Naya ghar, naya sab. Tu paas hai, isliye usse achha lagega.”

Arjun ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Vikram muskuraha raha tha. Use kuch pata nahi tha. Use lagta tha woh ek achha devar banne ki salaah de raha hai. Use lagta tha Arjun uski biwi ki Bua ka beta hai, ek seedha ladka, jo shayad apni nayi Bhabhi ko thoda zyada dekhta hai. Isiliye woh use chedta tha. Isiliye woh uske saamne Vaishali ko chhuta tha. Use maza aata tha.

“Theek hai,” Arjun ne kaha.

Woh left wale darwaze mein ghus gaya. Darwaza band hua.

Vikram wapas andar aaya. Darwaza band kiya. Lock lagaya. Aur seedha kitchen mein gaya, jahan Vaishali sink ke paas khadi bartan dho rahi thi, jaise haathon ko kaam dekar woh apne honthon ki garmahat mita sakti ho.

Usne peeche se uski kamar pakdi.

“Chala gaya,” usne uske kaan mein kaha. “Ab aa.”

“Vikram, bartan—”

Usne use ghumaaya. Geeli hatheliyan uske seene par lag gayi. Usne uska dupatta hata diya, nightie ka gala thoda neeche kiya, aur uske upar wale boob par apna munh rakh diya. Kiss nahi. Pehle sirf honth. Phir jeebh. Usne uski skin ko chaata, wahi jahan subah ek chhoti si kiss chhodi thi, aur is baar usne wahan chusa, itna ki ek naya, halka sa nishan ban jaaye.

Vaishali ne uske baal pakad liye. Hatane ke liye. Lekin uski pakad dheeli thi. Uski saans tez ho gayi thi. Jab Vikram ne upar dekha, uske honth geele, aankhen bhaari, tab usne kaha, “Dopahar tak mummy aayengi. Usse pehle main tujhe ek baar aur lunga. Dheere. Bina deewar ke darr ke. Arjun college gaya hua hai. Aaj tu cheekh sakti hai.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li.

Uske munh se koi naa nahi nikli. Kyunki naa nikalne ka koi matlab nahi tha. Aur kyunki uske jism ne, us subah ki kiss se lekar ab tak, pehle hi haan kar di thi.

Vikram ne use kitchen mein nahi liya.

Usne uska haath pakda aur use bedroom tak le gaya, dheere, jaise unke paas waqt ho. Darwaza band kiya. Lock nahi lagaya. Arjun college ja chuka tha, aur left wale flat se koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi. Pehli baar deewar ke us paar khaali thi. Vaishali ne yeh mehsoos kiya, aur is khali pan ne use aur bechain kar diya. Ab uske paas yeh bahana bhi nahi tha ki koi sun lega.

Bed ab bhi bina bani hui thi. Sheet par kal raat ka geela daag sookh kar ek halka sa nishaan ban chuka tha. Vaishali ne use dekha aur nazar hata li. Vikram ne use bed ke kinare bithaya. Khud uske saamne khada raha. Towel ab bhi uski kamar par tha. Usne nightie ki hem pakdi aur use dheere se upar kiya, uski jaanghon se, uski kamar se, uske boobs se hota hua, aur sir ke upar se nikaal diya.

Vaishali nangi thi.

Mangalsutra uske gale mein. Sindoor maang mein. Baaki sab uske saamne. Subah ki roshni mein uske boobs bhaare aur dheele pad rahe the, nipples ab bhi sakht, upar wale boob par Vikram ke muh ka halka sa nishan. Kamar par kal raat ki ungliyon ke nishan. Jaanghon ke andar wale hisse par ek sookha hua, chamakta nishaan, jahan se uska cum beh kar sookh gaya tha.

Vikram ne use dekha. Jaldi nahi ki.

“Kitni sundar hai tu,” usne kaha. Aawaz neeli thi. “Subah ki roshni mein aur bhi. Tere boobs dekh. Kitne bhaare hain. Teri kamar. Teri jaanghein. Main jawan ladkiyon ko isliye nahi chahta tha, Meera. Unmein yeh nahi hota. Yeh bharav. Yeh garmahat. Yeh jo tu mere saamne baithi hai, sharmati hui, lekin nangi, yeh kisi 22 saal ki ladki mein nahi milta.”

Vaishali ne apni baahen seene par cross karne ki koshish ki. Vikram ne unhe hatayi. Dheere se. Usne uske dono boobs apni hatheliyon mein liye, unhe uthaya, unka wazan mehsoos kiya, aur phir jhuk kar left nipple ko apne muh mein le liya. Chusa. Dheere. Gehra. Jeebh se use ghumaya. Vaishali ki peeth seedhi ho gayi. Uski saans tez ho gayi. Usne uske baal pakde, aur is baar hatane ke liye nahi.

Vikram ne doosre boob par wahi kiya. Phir uske honthon par aaya. Kiss lambi thi, geeli, uske muh mein jeebh, uske honthon ko chuste hue. Vaishali ne saans li, aur saans usi kiss mein ghul gayi. Jab usne toda, toh woh bed par peeche hat chuki thi, kohniyon par tiki hui, aankhen dhundhli.

“Let ja,” usne kaha.

Woh let gayi.

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Vikram ne towel khola. Uska lund sakht tha, lambe intezaar ke baad, supada chamakta hua. Usne Vaishali ki taangein kholi. Apna haath uski chut par rakha. Ungli se use chhua. Woh geeli thi. Subah ki kiss se, gardan par chusne se, aur is intezaar se jise woh maan nahi rahi thi. Vikram ne ek ungli andar ki. Dheere. Phir doosri. Vaishali ne apna neeche wala honth kaat liya.


“Aaj dheere,” usne kaha. “Mummy aayengi dopahar ko. Tujhe chalna hai. Baithna hai. Unke pair chhune hain. Isliye main tujhe todunga nahi. Bas lunga.”

Woh uske upar aaya. Lund uski chut par set kiya. Aur dheere, ek lambi saans ke saath, andar gaya.

Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Muh khula. Ek dheemi, lambi moan uske gale se nikli, aur is baar usne use nahi roka. Koi sunane wala nahi tha. Lund dheere-dheere andar gaya, poora, uski soojan ko bharata hua, uske pet ke neeche tak. Vikram ruk gaya. Uske andar. Uska maatha uske maathe se laga hua. Saansein mili hui.

“Dekh mujhe,” usne kaha.

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Vikram ki aankhen uske bilkul paas thi. Unmein bhookh thi, lekin aaj subah ek aur cheez bhi thi — ek aisi pakad, jaise woh use dekh kar hi santusht ho raha ho. Usne dheere se hilna shuru kiya. Lambe dhakke. Poora bahar, poora andar. Har baar Vaishali ki saans uske saath upar aati thi. Uski taangein uski kamar par chadh gayi, khud, bina uske kahe. Uske boobs har dhakke par uske seene se dabte the.

Vikram ne uska munh liya. Kiss toda nahi. Jeebh uski jeebh se mili. Woh chodta raha aur chusta raha, dheere, jaise subah ka yeh samay sirf unka ho. Vaishali ke haath uski peeth par the. Nakhun dheere. Woh use kheench rahi thi. Uske dimaag mein ek hissa ab bhi kehta raha — yeh galat hai, tu Vaishali hai, Arjun tera beta hai, yeh ladka tujhe Meera samajhta hai — lekin woh hissa uski saanson ke neeche dabta chala gaya. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi. Uski kamar uske dhakkon ka saath de rahi thi. Uski moan uske muh mein gir rahi thi.

Woh aayi dheere se.

Koi jhatka nahi. Ek lambi, garam lehar, jo uske pet se uthi aur uski jaanghon tak gayi. Uski chut ne use andar kas liya. Uski moan uske honthon par toot gayi, ek chhoti si, geeli, “Vikram…” jo usne khud kahi, bina uske poochhe. Uska jism kaanp gaya, phir dheela pad gaya, uske neeche.

Vikram ne aur do dhakke maare. Dheere. Phir andar hi ruk gaya, aur usne bhi chhod diya. Garam. Gehra. Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya, aur apni aankhen band kar li. Usne use aur kas kar pakda. Ek pal ke liye. Phir uske haath dheele pad gaye.

Vikram uske upar leta raha. Saansein dheemi. Usne uske maathe par kiss kiya. Phir aankh par. Phir honthon par, ek chhoti si, naram.

“Ab uth,” usne kaha. “Naha le. Mummy aayengi. Aur yeh nightie mat pehenna. Woh saree pehen jo maine kal almari mein rakhi thi. Neeli wali. Usme tere boobs achhe lagte hain.”

Woh utha. Bathroom chala gaya.

Vaishali bed par leti rahi. Taangein thodi khuli. Chut se uska cum dheere-dheere nikal kar sheet par gir raha tha. Usne apna haath apne pet par rakha. Saans abhi bhi tez thi. Honth geele. Aankhen chhat ki taraf.

Usne socha ki woh sharminda mehsoos karegi. Kal raat ki tarah. Subah ki tarah. Lekin sharm ab ek aur cheez ke neeche dabi hui thi — uski apni moan, uska apna naam lena, uski apni taangein jo khud uski kamar par chadhi thi. Yeh use dara raha tha. Is darr se zyada ki Vikram ne use choda tha.

Woh uthi. Dheere. Jaanghon mein ek narm si thakaan thi, dard nahi. Usne bathroom ka darwaza khatkhataya nahi. Usne almari kholi. Neeli saree nikaali. Blouse uske saath tha, gehra cut, jo usne khud kabhi nahi kharida tha.

Jab Vikram bathroom se nikla, tab woh saree pehen chuki thi. Maang mein sindoor. Gale mein mangalsutra. Boobs us blouse mein upar uthе hue, cleavage saaf. Vikram ne use dekha. Uske peeche aaya. Uske kandhe par ek chhoti si kiss chhodi. Phir uske kaan par. Phir usne kaha, “Aise hi reh. Jab mummy aaye, toh tu unke pair chhu. Aur mujhe dekh kar muskurana. Samjhi?”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya.

Woh kitchen mein wapas gayi. Bartan dhoe. Chawal nikale. Sabzi ka intezam kiya. Har thodi der baad Vikram aata, uski kamar par haath rakhta, uske gaal par ek chhoti si kiss chhodta, aur chala jaata. Koi lamba kiss nahi. Koi khinchna nahi. Sirf yeh chhoti-chhoti, garam chhuan, jo use din bhar yaad dilati rahi ki subah uske andar kya hua tha.

Dopahar ke kareeb doorbell baji.

Vikram ne darwaza khola. Uski mummy bahar khadi thi, ek thaili mein mithai, dusre haath mein ek naya saree ka packet. Unhone Vaishali ko dekha — neeli saree, sindoor, mangalsutra, sar jhukaye — aur unka chehra khil gaya.

“Aayi bahu,” unhone kaha.

Vaishali aage badhi. Jhuki. Unke pair chhue. Jab woh uthi, tab Vikram ki mummy ne uske gaal par haath rakha, aur kaha, “Kitni achhi lag rahi hai. Chehre par rang aa gaya hai. Naya ghar suit kar gaya, hai na?”

Vaishali ne muskurane ki koshish ki.

“Haan, mummy,” usne kaha.

Vikram peeche khada tha. Usne use dekha. Aur jab uski mummy mithai ka packet kholne mein lagi, tab usne Vaishali ke kaan ke bilkul paas, itni dheemi aawaz mein ki sirf woh sun sake, kaha, “Bohot achhi biwi hai tu.”

Vaishali ne nazar neeche kar li.

Uske andar ab bhi uski subah ki garmahat thi. Aur uske munh par, uski saas ke saamne, ek bahu ki muskaan thi. Dono ek saath. Dono usi aurat ke. Aur dono mein se kaun si sach thi, yeh woh khud ab nahi keh pa rahi thi.


Dopehar ka ek baj chuka tha jab doorbell baji.

Vaishali ne gas band ki. Haath dupatte se ponche. Neeli saree usne subah hi pehen li thi, wohi jo Vikram ne almari mein rakh di thi. Blouse ka cut gehra tha. Usne pallu ko do baar theek kiya, taaki cleavage kam dikhe, lekin kapda itna bhaari nahi tha ki poori tarah chhup jaaye. Maang mein sindoor ki lakeer seedhi thi. Gale mein mangalsutra. Woh darwaze tak aayi, toh Vikram pehle se wahan khada tha, fresh, kurta badla hua, chehre par woh araam jo use hamesha rehta tha jab ghar uske hisaab se chal raha ho.

Usne darwaza khola.

Vikram ki mummy bahar khadi thi. Ek haath mein mithai ka packet, doosre mein ek thaili jisme se kapde ka kona dikh raha tha. Unke peeche ek chhoti si aurat bhi thi, society ki, jo unhe rasta dikhane ke bahane neeche tak aa gayi thi. Mummy ne Vaishali ko dekha aur unka chehra khul gaya.

“Aayi bahu.”

Vaishali ne pallu aur kas ke sar jhukaya. Aage badhi. Jhuki. Unke pair chhue. Jab woh uthi, toh mummy ne uske gaal par haath rakha, thoda thanda, thoda mehngi cream wali mehak, aur kaha, “Kitni achhi lag rahi hai. Subah se yeh saree pehni hai? Rang khil gaya hai chehre par.”

“Aaj hi pehni, mummy,” Vaishali ne kaha.

Society wali aurat ne bhi muskura kar dekha, phir chali gayi. Darwaza band hua. Mummy andar aayi, sofa par baithi, aur mithai ka packet Vaishali ke haath mein de diya.

“Rakh de. Pehle paani pila. Garmi mein upar tak aate-aate jaan nikal gayi.”

Vaishali kitchen ki taraf mudi. Vikram peeche aa gaya, itna paas ki uski saas abhi hall mein baithi use dekh sakti thi agar mud ke dekhe. Usne Vaishali ki kamar par haath rakha, ek second, aur dheere se kaha, “Pallu itna mat kheench. Mummy ko dikhane ke liye pehni hai saree, chhupane ke liye nahi.”

Vaishali ne uska haath hataya. Aawaz bilkul neeche.

“Tumhari mummy yahin hai. Aise mat karo.”

Vikram hasa. Halki si. Usne uske kaan ke paas kuch nahi kaha, sirf uske gaal par ek chhoti si, khuli hui kiss chhod di, aur hall mein wapas chala gaya, jaise woh paani mangne aaya ho.

Vaishali ka gaal garam ho gaya. Usne glass bharа. Tray mein mithai ki plate rakhi. Jab woh hall mein aayi, toh Vikram apni mummy ke bagal mein baitha tha, aur unse society ke baare mein baat kar raha tha. Vaishali ne glass aage kiya. Mummy ne ek ghoont liya aur use upar se neeche tak dekha.

“Baith. Khadi kyun hai. Nayi bahu ko main naukrani thodi banane aayi hoon.”

Vaishali baith gayi, unke saamne wali kursi par. Vikram ki nazar uske blouse par thi. Jab mummy mithai ka packet kholne lagi, usne apna pair aage badhaya aur Vaishali ke pair se laga diya. Joota nahi. Sirf paon. Woh ragad dheemi thi, saree ke neeche, uski pinion par. Vaishali ne pair hataya. Vikram ne phir laga diya.

“Mummy,” usne kaha, aawaz bilkul seedhi, “keh rahi thi bahu sharmati bahut hai. Mere saamne bhi. Aap aa gayi toh aur sharma rahi hai.”

“Sharmaaye toh achha hai,” mummy ne kaha. “Aajkal ki ladkiyan sharmati nahi. Meera ko dekh kar mann achha lagta hai. Seedhi hai. Ghar sambhal legi.”

Vaishali ne nazar neeche kar li. Mithai ka tukda liya. Meetha uske munh mein pada, lekin use swaad nahi aaya. Vikram ka paon ab bhi uske pair se laga hua tha. Woh use hata nahi rahi thi, kyunki hatane se mummy ka dhyan jaata. Woh use rehne de rahi thi, aur isi baat se uske pet mein ek halki si jalan thi.

Khana taiyar tha. Usne plates lagayi. Mummy kitchen ke darwaze tak aayi, sabzi dekhi, aur kaha, “Haath achha hai tumhara. Vikram ke papa ko bhi yeh pasand aati. Woh nahi rahe, lekin ghar ka swaad wohi chahiye.”

“Main… seekh rahi hoon, mummy.”

“Seekh legi. Bahu maa nahi hoti ek din mein. Par tu paas hai. Yahi kaafi hai.”

Unhone uske kandhe par haath rakha. Ek asli, naram haath. Vaishali ke gale mein kuch atak gaya. Yeh aurat use apni bahu maan chuki thi. Isi haath ne us raat kaha tha ki pehli raat naye ghar mein shubh hoti hai. Aaj yeh haath uske kandhe par tha, pyar se. Vaishali ne sir jhukaya, kyunki agar upar dekhti toh aankhen khul jaati.

Vikram unke peeche aa gaya. Mummy palat kar sink ki taraf gayi, haath dhone. Us mauke mein usne Vaishali ko counter se laga diya, itni der ke liye jitni ek saas ko haath dhone mein lagti hai, aur uske honthon par ek chhoti si kiss rakh di. Geeli nahi. Sirf dabav. Phir hatt gaya.

Vaishali ne use ghura.

“Pagal ho?” usne fonk kar kaha. “Tumhari mummy yahin hai. Kitchen mein. Aise mat karo.”

“Toh?” Vikram ne dheere se kaha. “Meri biwi ho. Mummy khush hain. Tu khush dikh. Itna hi.”

Mummy ne haath ponche aur bahar aa gayi. Unhone kuch nahi dekha. Ya dekha ho toh unhone use naye jode ka sharmaana maan liya. Table par baithte waqt unhone kaha, “Vikram, bahu ko tang mat kar. Dekh kitni sharma rahi hai. Khaane de pehle.”

“Main tang kar raha hoon, mummy?” Vikram ne plate aage badhate hue kaha. “Main toh sirf dekh raha hoon. Meri biwi hai. Dekhunga nahi toh kaun dekhega.”

Mummy has padi. Vaishali ne nazar plate par rakhi. Uska haath kaanp raha tha, halka sa, jab usne sabzi parosi. Vikram ne uske haath ke upar se chammach li, jaise madad kar raha ho, aur uski ungliyon ko ek second ke liye apni ungliyon se daba diya. Phir chhod diya.

Khana chalta raha. Mummy ne ghar ki baatein ki. Pados ki aurat. Vikram ke mama ka phone. Ek rishtedaar ki tabiyat. Vaishali haan karti rahi, paani badalti rahi, roti deti rahi. Har baar jab woh Vikram ki taraf jhukti, uska pallu sarakta, aur woh use turant theek karti. Ek baar Vikram ne use theek karne nahi diya. Usne khud pallu uske kandhe par rakha, dheere, aur kaha, “Rehne de. Ghar hai.”

“Vikram,” Vaishali ne kaha, itni dheemi aawaz mein ki mummy na sun le. “Mat karo. Mummy dekhegi.”

“Dekhne do.”

Mummy ne dekha bhi. Unhone muskura kar sir hila diya, jaise yeh sab unke bete ki shaadi ka asli fayda ho. “Chhod use,” unhone Vaishali se kaha. “Shuru-shuru mein aise hi chipka rehta hai. Mere zamane mein bhi tere sasur aise hi the. Baad mein khud door ho jaate hain. Jab tak chipka hai, rehne de.”

Vaishali ke kaan garam ho gaye. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Vikram ne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein woh maza jo sirf use samajh aata tha. Saas ko lag raha tha beta bahu se pyar kar raha hai. Use lag raha tha woh apni biwi ko uski maa ke saamne bhi haath mein rakhe hue hai.

Khana khatam hua. Vaishali uthi, plates uthayi. Mummy ne rokna chaaha. “Rehne de, main kar lungi.”

“Nahi, mummy. Aap baithiye.”

Kitchen mein akeli hote hi usne sink ka paani chalu kiya, taaki aawaz ho. Vikram phir bhi aa gaya. Is baar usne peeche se kamar pakdi, munh uski gardan par rakha, aur ek lambi saans li.

“Bohot achhi bahu ban rahi hai,” usne kaha. “Mummy khush hain. Main bhi.”

“Hato,” Vaishali ne kaha. Usne palat kar use dekha. Aankhen sakht thi, lekin aawaz nahi. “Tumhari mummy do kadam door hai. Agar woh andar aa gayi toh? Main unke pair chhu chuki hoon. Unke saamne aise mat pakdo. Please.”

Vikram ne uski kamar nahi chhodi. Usne sirf apna munh uske kaan se hataaya, aur kaha, “Theek hai. Abhi nahi. Woh chali jaayengi. Phir main tujhe poochhunga nahi.”

Woh chala gaya.

Vaishali paani band karna bhool gayi. Ek pal. Phir band kiya. Uske haath geele the. Uske kaan par uski saans ab bhi lagi hui thi. Woh sharminda thi, aur us sharm ke neeche ek aur baat thi jise woh kitchen ke bartanon mein chhupa rahi thi — ki jab usne kaha “mat karo,” tab bhi uski kamar uske haath mein thodi si dhal gayi thi. Khud. Ek second ke liye.

Shaam ko paune paanch baje mummy uthi. Packet wali saree Vaishali ke haath mein de di. “Pehen ke dikhana kabhi. Vikram ko pasand aayegi. Laal hai. Tere rang par achhi lagegi.”

“Thank you, mummy.”

Darwaze par unhone Vaishali ka matha chooma. “Khush reh. Beta tera hai. Ghar tera hai. Aur kuch chahiye toh phone kar dena. Main door nahi hoon.”

“Haan, mummy.”

Vikram unhe neeche tak chhodne gaya. Vaishali darwaza band karke andar khadi rahi. Mithai ki plate table par thi. Neeli saree uske jism par thi. Gale mein mangalsutra. Maang mein sindoor. Saas ke pair chhune ki thandak ab bhi uski ungliyon par thi.

Usne aaina dekha, jo hall ke kone mein laga tha.

Jo aurat saamne khadi thi, woh bahu lag rahi thi. Sach mein. Sindoor sach tha. Muskaan nahi thi, lekin chehra woh tha jo saas ko pasand aaya tha. Vaishali ne apne honthon par haath rakha. Wahan ab bhi, bahut halka, Vikram ki woh chhoti si kitchen wali kiss lagi hui thi.

Neeche se gaadi start hone ki aawaz aayi. Phir lift ki nahi, seedhiyon ki. Vikram wapas aa raha tha.

Vaishali ne pallu theek kiya. Kitchen ki taraf badhi. Usne socha woh bartan dho legi, taaki jab woh aaye toh uske haath kaam mein hon. Taaki woh seedha na aa sake. Taaki uske paas ek minute aur ho, is se pehle ki ghar phir se sirf un dono ka ho jaaye.

Darwaza khula.

Vikram ne use kitchen ke darwaze par dekha. Pallu kas ke bandha hua. Haath geele. Chehre par woh thakaan jo mehmaan ke jaane ke baad aati hai, aur uske neeche woh aur cheez jo woh chhupa nahi pa rahi thi.

Usne darwaza band kiya.

“Mummy chali gayi,” usne kaha.

Vaishali ne paani chalu kar diya. Bina mude. “Main bartan dho leti hoon.”

“Dho lena.”

Woh hall mein baith gaya. TV nahi chalaya. Sirf intezaar kiya. Aur Vaishali bartan dhote hue jaanti thi ki yeh intezaar uske liye hai, aur ki woh kitni der tak paani ko bahana bana sakti hai. Itni der nahi, jitni use chahiye thi.

Darwaza band hote hi ghar ek alag tarah se khali ho gaya.

Vaishali kitchen mein khadi thi, haath ab bhi geele, neeli saree ka pallu kas ke bandha hua. Usne paani chalu rakha tha, jaise bartanon ki aawaz use ek minute aur de degi. Woh minute nahi mila. Vikram ke kadam hall se kitchen tak aaye, seedhe, bina rukhe. Usne sink ka paani band kar diya. Vaishali ne palat kar dekha. Uske chehre par wohi baat thi jo woh dopahar se keh rahi thi — mat karo, abhi nahi, main thaki hoon — lekin munh se nikalne se pehle Vikram ne uski kamar pakad li aur use sink se hata kar floor ki taraf kheench liya.

“Vikram, bartan—”

“Baad mein.”

Usne use hallway ke floor par nahi, bedroom ke darwaze se pehle wale khali hisse par ghutnon ke bal bitha diya, phir socha bhi nahi. Seedha peeth ke bal. Marble thandi thi. Neeli saree uske neeche fail gayi. Vaishali ne ek haath se pallu pakda, doosre se uska seena. “Floor par? Kam se kam bed—”

“Yahin.”

Usne saree ka pallu ek jhatke mein hata diya. Blouse ka gehra cut khul gaya. Uske boobs upar ki taraf dabe hue the, dopahar ki garmi se skin par halki si chamak, mangalsutra unke beech mein dhasa hua. Vikram ne blouse ke hook peeche se khole. Ek, do, teen. Blouse khul gaya. Bra ka hook bhi. Uske boobs bahar aa gaye, bhaare, narm, nipples dopahar ki chhuan se pehle hi sakht. Usne dono ko apni hatheliyon mein liya, uthaya, unka wazan mehsoos kiya, aur phir jhuk kar ek nipple ko muh mein le liya.

Vaishali ki peeth floor se ubhar gayi.

“Ah—”

Woh siski chhoti thi. Usne use rokna chaaha. Vikram ne nahi rukne diya. Usne nipple ko chusa, jeebh se ghumaya, daant se halka sa dabaaya, phir doosre boob par wahi kiya, aur beech-beech mein uske boobs ko dono haathon se nichoda, jaise woh unhe apni mutthi mein sama lena chahta ho aur sama nahi pa raha ho. Vaishali ke haath uske baalon mein gaye. Hatane ke liye. Pakad dheeli pad gayi. Uski saans tez ho gayi. Floor ki thandak uski nangi peeth mein ghus rahi thi, aur upar se Vikram ka muh garam tha.

“Dopahar bhar tune mujhe roka,” usne uske boob par kaha, honth geele. “Mummy hai, mat karo, mummy dekhegi. Ab mummy gayi. Ab tu meri hai.”

Usne saree ko kamar tak chadha diya. Petticoat ki dor kholi. Panty ek hi kheench mein uski jaanghon tak sarka di, phir ek taang se bahar. Vaishali ne apni jaanghein sikodni chahi. Vikram ne unhe khol diya. Dono haathon se. Uske ghutne floor par, taangein khuli, chut uske saamne. Dopahar ki garmi aur uski chhoti-chhoti chhuanon ke baad woh pehle se geeli thi. Vikram ne ek ungli se use chhua, upar se neeche, aur muskuraya.

“Rok rahi thi,” usne kaha. “Neeche se nahi.”

Usne do ungliyan andar ki. Dheere nahi. Poori. Vaishali ke munh se ek tez, geeli siski nikal gayi, aur is baar floor par koi pillow nahi tha use chhupane ke liye. Usne apna muh apni hatheli se daba liya. Vikram ne ungliyan andar-bahar ki, chut ke maans ko khola, phir nikaali aur unhe apne munh mein le liya, jaise swaad dekh raha ho. Phir usne apna kurta utara. Jeans kholi. Underwear neeche ki. Uska lund bahar aaya, mota, naso se bhara, supada chamakta hua, dopahar bhar ki rok ke baad pura tan kar.

Vaishali ne use dekha. Uski saans atki.

Vikram ne uski dono taangein uthayi, ghutne uski chhati ki taraf, aur apna lund uski chut par set kiya. Ek baar ghisaya. Geeli lakeer. Phir ek hi bhaari dhakke mein poora andar kar diya.

Vaishali ki cheekh hatheli ke neeche phat gayi.

“Mmh—ahh—Vikram—”

Lund mota tha. Floor par uski peeth hil nahi sakti thi, isliye poora dhakka seedha andar tak gaya, uski soojan ko cheerta hua, pet ke neeche tak. Vikram rukа nahi. Usne uski kamar ke neeche apna ek haath daal kar use thoda uthaya, taaki angle seedha ho, aur dhakke maarne laga. Lambe. Gehre. Har baar poora bahar, supada uske honthon par rukta, phir poora andar, uski chut ki aakhri deewar se takrata. Floor par uski peeth ragad kha rahi thi. Saree uske neeche sikud gayi thi. Mangalsutra uske gale se nikal kar uske boobs par baar-baar hit kar raha tha.

Woh aawaz kam rakhna chahti thi. Hatheli munh par thi. Phir bhi har sakht dhakke par ek moan nikal hi jaati thi, dabi hui, geeli, tooti hui. “Nh—dheere—floor—ahh—” Dheere nahi hua. Vikram ko uski bebasi mein maza aa raha tha. Woh uske upar jhuka hua tha, ek haath uske munh par uski hatheli ke upar se, doosra uski jaangh ko khole hue, aur woh use floor par chod raha tha jaise uske paas aur koi jagah ho hi nahi. Uske boobs har dhakke par upar-neeche hil rahe the. Pasina uski gardan par jam gaya tha. Chut itni geeli ho chuki thi ki har andar jaane par ek phachak karti aawaz kamre mein goonjti thi.

“Yeh sun,” usne kaha, saans phati hui. “Kitni geeli hai tu. Dopahar bhar mummy ke saamne sharma rahi thi. Ab floor par leti hai, mere lund par, aur chut pani chhod rahi hai.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Sharm uske poore jism mein daud gayi. Uski taangein kaanp rahi thi. Woh use dhakelna chahti thi, aur uske haath uski peeth par fisal gaye, nakhun uski skin mein dhas gaye, kheenchte hue. Uska jism uske dimaag se aage nikal gaya tha. Har dhakka uske pet tak jaata tha. Har dhakka uski moan ko aur gehra karta tha. Woh helpless thi, floor par fasi hui, uske wazan ke neeche, aur Vikram us helplessness ko kha raha tha. Use maza aa raha tha. Uski aankhon mein woh maza saaf tha jab usne upar dekh kar use dekha — muh hatheli se daba, boobs hilte hue, maang ka sindoor pasine se thoda faila hua.

Usne position badli.

Lund bahar nikala. Vaishali ki chut khali hote hi ek geeli aawaz hui, aur woh thodi si kaanp gayi. Vikram ne use palta. Pet ke bal. Floor par. Saree kamar par. Gaand upar. Usne uski kamar pakdi, use ghutnon par uthaya, sir neeche, aur peeche se phir andar aa gaya.

Is angle mein lund aur gehra laga.

Vaishali ka matha apni bahon par gir gaya. “Ahh—haaye—bahut gehra—” Uski moan ab hatheli mein nahi dabi thi. Floor par uske ghutne ragad kha rahe the. Vikram ne uski gaand ke dono hisse pakde, khole, aur tez dhakke maarne laga. Thak-thak nahi, kyunki headboard nahi thi. Sirf uski jaanghon ka uski gaand se takrana, aur chut ki geeli aawaz, aur Vaishali ki lambi, kaanpti hui saansein. Usne ek haath aage badhaya aur uske ek boob ko neeche se pakad kar nichoda, nipple ko ungliyon mein liya, aur peeche se chodta raha.

Vaishali ki pehli lehar aayi jab usne uski clit par apna angutha rakha aur use ghumaya, dhakkon ke saath.

Uska jism akad gaya. Gaand uske lund par aur dhas gayi. Chut ne use andar kas liya, baar-baar, geeli si marod ke saath. Uske gale se ek lambi, bina rok ke moan nikal gayi, “Vikram—ahh—main—” aur woh floor par dheeli pad gayi, sirf uski pakad ne use ghutnon par rakha. Aankhen dhundhli. Muh khula. Saans atki hui. Woh kuch nahi soch pa rahi thi. Sirf woh garam lehar, aur uske andar uska lund, aur floor ki thandak uske gaal par.

Vikram ne use aise hi rakha. Dheeli. Kaanpti hui. Aur chodta raha.

“Ab aur le,” usne kaha. “Tune abhi khatam nahi kiya.”

Usne use phir peeth ke bal kiya. Taangein apne kandhon par. Lund seedha, gehra, bina rukhe. Vaishali ke boobs uske dhakkon se hil rahe the. Usne jhuk kar uska munh liya. Kiss gehra tha, jeebh uski jeebh se, uski moan uske muh mein. Vaishali ne use andar aane diya. Uske haath uski peeth par the, ab dhakelte nahi. Pakadte hue. Uski chut ab bhi kaanp rahi thi, pehli lehar ke baad, aur har dhakka us kaanpne ko aur gehra kar raha tha. Ras uski gaand ke neeche floor par ek geela daag bana raha tha. Saree bheeg chuki thi.

Vikram ki saans tez ho gayi. Uska dhakka aur bhaari. Usne uske dono haath floor par uske sir ke upar pakad liye, ek mutthi mein, aur poori taaqat se andar tak jaata raha. Vaishali har dhakke par ek chhoti, tooti hui moan nikaal rahi thi. Uski aankhen khuli thi, lekin khali. Woh uski doll ki tarah leti thi, taangein uske kandhon par, jism uske lund par, floor par fasi hui.

Usne aakhri baar uska munh liya. Phir poora andar dhasaaya aur wahin ruk gaya.

Cum andar chhoda. Gaadha, garam, lambe jhatkon mein. Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya. Uska pet ke neeche bhar gaya. Har jhatka uski chut ki deewar se takraaya. Uske munh se ek dheemi, khaali si saans nikli. Usne aankhen band kar li. Uska jism floor par dheela pad gaya, uske neeche, uske cum se bhari hui.

Vikram uske upar leta raha. Saansein tez. Lund abhi andar, dheere narm hota hua. Usne uske maathe par kiss kiya. Phir uske boob par, jahan naya daag ban chuka tha. Phir uske honthon par, ek chhoti si.

“Floor pasand aaya?” usne poocha.

Vaishali ne jawab nahi diya. Uski aankhen band thi. Jab usne lund bahar nikala, toh ek lambi geeli dhaar uski chut se nikal kar saree par, floor par beh gayi. Chut khuli hui thi, laal, kaanpti hui. Usne apni taangein band karne ki koshish ki. Poori tarah se band nahi hui. Thakaan thi. Garmahat thi. Aur uske munh par ab bhi woh moan ki laali thi jo usne rok nahi paayi thi.

Vikram utha. Usne ek towel laaya, use saaf kiya, dheere, phir use god mein uthaya aur bed par lita diya. Saree uske jism par adhoori thi. Blouse kahin floor par pada tha. Mangalsutra uske paseene se chipka hua tha.

“Bartan baad mein,” usne kaha. “Ab soo. Shaam ko phir lunga.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band rakhi. Floor ki thandak ab bhi uski peeth mein lagi hui thi. Uske andar uski garmahat ab bhi thi. Aur woh jaanti thi ki shaam ko, jab woh phir aayega, uska munh phir se naa bolega, aur uska jism phir se floor ki tarah seedha let jaayega.

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CHAPTER : The Makeover begins

Agli subah Vaishali ne almari kholi toh uske purane blouse wahan nahi the.

Woh ek pal ke liye khadi rahi, haath darwaze par, geeli choti kandhe par chipki hui. Kal shaam woh floor se uthi thi, nahaayi thi, aur neeli saree ko dho kar bathroom ki rassi par chhod aayi thi. Raat ko Vikram ne use bed par liya tha, dheere, aur subah jab uski aankh khuli toh woh balcony par khada tha, phone par, kisi se baat karta hua. Usne socha tha ki aaj woh apna purana cotton ka blouse nikaalegi. Gale tak band. Safe. Jo uske boobs ko daba kar rakhta tha, jo kisi ko cleavage nahi dikhata tha.

Woh blouse nahi tha.

Na doosra. Na teesra. Teenon gayab the. Unki jagah ek naya packet pada tha, brown paper, uspar dukaan ka naam. Usne packet khola. Andar do blouse the. Ek neela, saree ke rang ka. Ek gehra maroon. Dono ka gala sweetheart cut tha, neeche se tight, upar se itna khula ki boobs ka ubhaar aur beech ki lakeer chhup hi nahi sakti thi. Saath mein ek chhoti si slip thi, patli, ghutnon se upar.

Vaishali ne packet band kar diya.

“Vikram.”

Woh balcony se andar aaya, phone abhi kaan par. Usne use dekha, ek second, phir kaha, “Haan bhai, main baad mein call karta hoon,” aur phone kaat diya.

“Mere blouse kahan hain?”

“Phenk diye.”

Usne yeh aise kaha jaise woh purani dabbi phenk raha ho. Vaishali ke haath packet par kas gaye. “Woh mere the. Main unmein ghar ka kaam karti hoon. Pados ke log aate hain. Arjun aata hai. Main aise—” usne packet ki taraf ishara kiya, “aise nahi nikal sakti.”

Vikram ne packet uske haath se liya. Blouse nikaala. Use uske seene ke saamne rakha, kapda uske nightie ke upar, jaise naap raha ho. “Isi mein nikalegi. Meri biwi hai tu. Main tujhe dhak ke nahi ghumne dunga. Tere boobs chhupane ke liye maine shaadi nahi ki.”

Vaishali ke kaan garam ho gaye. Usne aawaz neeche rakhi. “Tumhari mummy kal aayi thi. Unhone mujhe seedhi kaha. Agar main aise ghoomungi toh woh kya sochengi?”

“Woh sochengi mera beta khush hai.” Usne blouse uske haath mein wapas de diya. “Pehen. Abhi. Main dekhna chahta hoon.”

Woh bathroom le gayi. Darwaza band kiya. Nightie utaari. Aaine mein apne aap ko dekha. Kal ke nishan ab bhi the — boob par ek halka daag, kamar par ungliyon ki lakeer, jaangh par ek sookha hua nishaan. Usne maroon blouse pehna. Hook peeche the. Usne unhe band kiye, aur jaise hi kapda uske boobs par kasaa, use saaf pata chala ki yeh blouse use dhakne nahi aaya tha. Upar ki skin nangi thi. Beech ki lakeer gehra. Neeli saree usne usi par lapeti, petticoat kasaa, pallu daala. Pallu bhi poora nahi chhupa paaya.

Woh bahar aayi.

Vikram sofa par baitha tha. Usne use darwaze se lekar sofe tak dekha, aankh neeche nahi ki. “Ghum.”




Vaishali ek kadam ghumi. Pallu sarak gaya. Usne use pakda. Vikram ne sir hila diya. “Rehne de.”

“Main rehne nahi de sakti,” usne kaha. Uski saans thodi tez thi. “Aise main left wale darwaze par bhi nahi ja sakti. Ramesh— bhaiya— agar dekhenge—”

Naam atak gaya. Usne use pehli baar us ghar mein, us saree mein, bhaiya kaha tha. Zaban par shabd ajeeb laga, jaise kisi aur aurat ka. Vikram ne notice kiya nahi. Use toh woh bhaiya hi tha. Register par. Uski biwi ki badi umar ka bhai.

“Bhaiya dekhenge toh dekhenge,” usne kaha. “Tu meri biwi hai, unki behan nahi jo chhup ke ghoome. Aur aaj unhe aana bhi hai. Paperwork. Uncle ne kaha tha society ka form. Naam likhna hai.”

Vaishali ka pet baith gaya. “Kaun sa naam?”

“Jo register par hai. Meera.”

Dopahar ko Ramesh aaya. Arjun nahi. College ka bahana tha, ya shayad woh aana nahi chahta tha. Ramesh ke haath mein ek file thi, kandhe andar ko dhase hue, chehra wohi thaka hua. Vikram ne use andar bulaya, chai mangaayi, aur table par form rakh diya. Society transfer. Flat ka naam. Husband: Vikram Deshmukh. Wife: Meera Deshmukh.

“Bhabhi ko sign karna hai,” Vikram ne kaha. “Main toh kar chuka.”

Ramesh ne Vaishali ko dekha. Neeli saree. Khula blouse. Sindoor. Mangalsutra. Uski nazar ek second ke liye uske gale par ruki, jahan ab uska purana halka locket nahi tha, aur phir neeche gir gayi. Usne kuch nahi kaha. File ko table ke kon par rakha, jaise woh use chhoo ke bhi nahi rakhna chahta.

Vaishali ne pen uthaya. Haath kaanp raha tha. Form par pehle se Meera Deshmukh likha tha, pencil se, halka. Usne usi par pen chalaya. Pehli akshar bigad gayi. Doosri baar usne Meera likha, phir Deshmukh, aur neeche sign. Jab woh pen rakhti hai, tab Vikram ne uska haath uthaya aur uski ungliyon par, Ramesh ke saamne, ek chhoti si kiss rakh di.

“Thank you, biwi.”

Ramesh ka gala hila. Usne chai ka cup uthaya aur use wapas rakh diya, bina piye. Vaishali ne use dekha. Bees saal tak yeh aadmi uska pati tha. Ab woh uske saamne baitha tha, file ke saath, aur usne apni biwi ko kisi aur ka naam likhte dekha tha. Uske munh se nikalna chahiye tha — mat likh, yeh galat hai, main tera bhai nahi hoon. Nahi nikla. Paisa account mein tha. Flat ka paper isi file mein tha.

“Bhaiya,” Vaishali ne kaha.

Shabd bahar aa gaya, patla, toot-ta hua. Ramesh ne upar dekha. Ek pal ke liye uski aankhon mein kuch toota. Phir usne sir hila diya, jaise usne sirf ek rishtedaar ko jawab diya ho.

“Haan.”

“Chai… thandi ho gayi. Main garam kar doon?”

“Nahi. Main chalta hoon.”

Woh utha. File chhod gayi. Darwaze par ruka, Vaishali ki taraf dekha, blouse ki taraf nahi, sirf chehre ki taraf, aur kaha, “Khyaal rakhna.” Phir nikal gaya.

Darwaza band hua.

Vaishali table ke paas khadi rahi. Form uske saamne tha, uske haath ka sign uspar, Meera Deshmukh. Uske gale mein mangalsutra. Uske jism par woh blouse jo uske purane kapdon ki jagah aa gaya tha. Usne apna pallu pakda, use upar kheenchha, boobs ko chhupane ki koshish ki. Kapda sarak gaya. Vikram ne peeche se aakar uske haath rok diye.

“Chhod,” usne kaha. “Yeh ab tera naam hai. Yeh ab tere kapde hain. Bhaiya bhi maan chuka. Tu kab maanegi?”

Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Saans andar atki hui thi. Woh royi nahi. Rona bhi ab us naam ke saath nahi jaata tha jo usne abhi khud likha tha. Woh sirf khadi rahi, uske haathon mein, khule blouse mein, aur form ko dekhti rahi jab tak akshar dhundhle nahi ho gaye.



Vikram ne dopahar ko seedha kaha, “Chal, nikal.”
Vaishali kitchen mein thi, neeli saree pehni hui, wohi khula blouse jo ab uske paas do hi bache the. Usne gas band kiya. “Kahan?”
“Kapde lene. Tere liye. Raat ke.”
Uske haath sink ke kinare ruk gaye. “Mere paas kapde hain. Jo tumne kal diye, wohi pehni hoon. Aur lene ki zaroorat nahi.”
“Zaroorat mujhe hai.” Woh hall mein khada tha, watch bandhta hua, aawaz mein wohi aaraam. “Teri nightie purani hai. Main use dekh ke sota hoon. Aaj woh badlegi. Chal.”
Vaishali ne pallu theek kiya. Bahar jaane ka matlab tha society ka watchman, sadak, dukaan, log. Blouse ka gala gehra tha. Usne ek dupatta nikaala aur use seene par lapet liya, taaki kam se kam lift tak toh chhup jaaye. Vikram ne dupatta dekha, kuch nahi kaha, aur darwaza khol diya.
Lift kharab thi. Seedhiyon par utarte waqt landing ki peeli light mein left wala darwaza band tha. Arjun college mein tha. Ramesh shayad andar tha. Vaishali ne us darwaze ki taraf nahi dekha. Neeche watchman ne salute maara, “Namaskar sahab, bahu ji.” Vaishali ne sir jhukaya. Watchman ki nazar ek pal ke liye uske blouse par ruki, phir neeche ho gayi. Gaadi mein baithte waqt uske kaan garam the.
“Usne dekha,” usne kaha, jab gaadi gate se bahar nikli.
“Dekhne de. Tu meri biwi hai. Society ko pata hona chahiye.”
Dukaan Link Road par thi, ek aisi jagah jahan Vaishali pehle kabhi nahi gayi thi. Bahar se sirf ek chhota sa board tha. Andar air condition thandi thi, aur light dheemi, taaki kapda aur skin dono chamkein. Racks par nighties thi, slips, bra jo uske purane cotton wale bilkul nahi the. Ek ladki counter par thi, umar shayad bees ke aas-paas, usne Vikram ko dekha aur muskuraayi.
“Sir, madam ke liye?”
“Haan. Nightwear. Kuch jo ghar pe achha lage. Size bata degi.”
Vaishali counter se thodi door khadi rahi. Uski aankhen neeche thi. Ladki ne use upar se neeche tak dekha, seedha nahi, kaam waali nazar se, aur kaha, “Madam, 36-38 lagegi. Aap andar aa jaayiye, main set dikhati hoon.”
Trial room peeche tha, ek parde ka. Andar ek stool, ek aaina, ek hook. Ladki ne teen set latka diye. Ek kaala, patla, sirf ghutnon se upar. Ek laal, lace ka, jiske neeche bra aur panty alag the. Ek gehra neela, satin, bina sleeve ke, gale ka ghera itna ki boobs ka aadha hissa bahar rehta.
“Sir bahar hain,” ladki ne kaha. “Jo pasand aaye, woh dikha dena. Main bahar hoon.”
Parde ke bahar Vikram ek kursi par baith gaya. Vaishali ne andar se kaha, dheemi aawaz mein, “Main yeh nahi pehen sakti. Yeh… yeh ghar ke kapde nahi hain.”
“Pehen ke dikha,” usne kaha. “Warna main khud aa kar pehnata hoon.”
Ladki ne suna. Usne nazar ghuma li, jaise usne aisi baatein pehle bhi suni hon. Vaishali ne dupatta utaara. Blouse ke hook khole. Saree utaari, dhyan se, taaki bikhrey nahi. Aaine mein woh khadi thi, petticoat aur bra mein, 42 saal ki aurat jo aaine ko 38 ki lagti thi, aur uske saamne woh teen kapde jo uske pati ne — Ramesh ne — kabhi use kharid ke nahi diye the. Ramesh use ek saal mein ek cotton ki nightie le deta tha, bazaar se, bina poochhe.
Usne pehle neela satin wala uthaya. Usne use isliye uthaya kyunki woh teeno mein sabse zyada kapda tha. Phir bhi jab woh usmein ghusi, toh use pata chala ki zyada kapda sirf ek illusion tha. Satin uske boobs se chipak gaya. Nipples ka ubhaar saaf tha. Kamar par kapda kasaa, phir neeche khul gaya, jaanghon tak. Usne apne aap ko aaine mein dekha aur nazar hata li.
“Bahar aa,” Vikram ne kaha.
“Yahin se sun lo. Ho gaya.”
“Bahar aa, Meera.”
Usne pardа thoda sa khola. Itna ki sirf woh dikhe, dukaan ki ladki nahi. Vikram ne use dekha. Aankh neeche nahi ki. Uski saans ek pal ke liye rukhi, phir usne kaha, “Yeh lega. Doosra bhi pehen.”



Vaishali andar gayi. Laal wala lace ka tha. Bra uske boobs ko upar uthata tha, beech mein ek chhota sa hook. Panty patli thi, side se bandhne wali. Usne use pehna aur aaine ke saamne apni aankhen band kar li. Uska jism is kapde mein kisi aur ka lag raha tha. Bhaara hua, nanga sa, taiyar. Usne socha ki woh bahar nahi jaayegi. Phir Vikram ne pardе ko bahar se pakda.
“Dikha.”
Usne itna khola jitna ek haath jitna. Vikram ne lace dekha, uske boobs ka ubhaar dekha, aur dheere se kaha, “Yeh bhi. Kaala wala bhi pack karwa. Try mat kar. Main ghar pe dekhunga.”
Vaishali ne apne kapde pehne. Haath kaanp rahe the jab usne blouse ke hook band kiye. Bahar aakar usne ladki ki taraf nahi dekha. Vikram ne counter par card diya. Teen set. Ek chhota sa bottle bhi, jo ladki ne bina poochhe bag mein daal diya, “Massage ka, sir, complimentary nahi, lekin madam ke liye achha rahega.” Vikram ne sir hila diya. Bill uske naam par tha. Vaishali ke haath mein bag aaya, halka, lekin use bhaari laga.
Gaadi mein woh khidki ki taraf baithi. Bag god mein. “Itne paison ki zaroorat nahi thi,” usne kaha. “Main purani nightie mein bhi soh jaati.”





“Tu nahi soti. Main sulata hoon.” Vikram ne gaadi start ki. Ek pal ke liye uska haath uski jaangh par aaya, saree ke upar, phir steering par wapas chala gaya. “Aaj raat laal wala pehnega. Main dekhna chahta hoon. Aur tu sharmayegi, phir bhi pehnegi. Yahi teri aadat banegi.”
Vaishali ne bag ko aur kas ke pakda. Uski saans dheemi thi. Dukaan ki thandi hawa ab bhi uske baalon mein lagi hui thi, aur uske neeche, satin aur lace ki yaad, aaine mein apna khud ka jism. Woh gussa thi. Sharminda thi. Aur us sharm ke neeche ek halki si, gandi si bechaini thi, jise woh bag ke neeche daba rahi thi.
Society ke gate par watchman ne phir salute maara. Seedhiyon par chadhte waqt left wala darwaza khula. Arjun bahar nikal raha tha, college bag kandhe par. Usne Vaishali ko dekha, phir uske haath mein dukaan ka bag, jiska paper patla tha aur andar ka rang thoda dikh raha tha. Laal. Kaala. Usne bag ki taraf dekha. Phir Vaishali ke chehre ki taraf. Phir Vikram ki taraf, jo uske peeche aa raha tha.
“Bhabhi,” Arjun ne kaha. Sirf itna.
“Haan,” Vaishali ne kaha. “Tu… nikal raha hai?”
“Haan. Ek kaam tha.”
Vikram ne Arjun ke kandhe par haath rakha, bilkul aaraam se. “Teri bhabhi ke liye kapde laaye. Raat ke. Tu bata, achha kiya na? Woh purani nightie pehen ke soti thi. Maine kaha ab nahi.”
Arjun ka munh khula, phir band hua. Usne bag dobara nahi dekha. “Achha kiya,” usne kaha, aawaz sukhi. “Main chalta hoon.”
Woh seedhiyon se utar gaya. Vaishali darwaze par khadi rahi, bag god mein, neeli saree mein, aur peeche Vikram jo ab ghar ka lock khol raha tha. Arjun ne kuch nahi poocha. Vaishali ne kuch nahi bataya. Bag ke andar laal lace chuppa pada tha, aur uske saamne uska beta seedhiyon se neeche ja raha tha, bina yeh jaane ki aaj raat woh lace usi aurat ke jism par hoga jise woh ab bhabhi ke naam se bula chuka tha.

Raat ko nau baj chuke the jab Vikram ne bag bed par rakh diya.

Vaishali bathroom se nikal kar aayi thi, baal khule, muh dhula hua, purani cotton ki nightie ab bhi uske jism par. Usne bag dekha aur ruk gayi. “Aaj nahi,” usne kaha. “Main thaki hoon. Kal shopping gaye the. Kal pehen lungi.”

“Aaj.” Vikram sofa se nahi, bed ke kinare baitha tha. Kurta utara hua tha, neeche sirf pajama. “Laal wala. Main ne kaha tha. Pehen ke aa.”

Vaishali ne bag khola. Laal lace uske haath mein aaya, halka, jaise kapda ho hi nahi. Bra ka hook chhota tha. Panty side se bandhne wali. Usne use bathroom le jaana chaaha. Vikram ne sir hila diya. “Yahin. Main dekhna chahta hoon kaise pehenti hai.”

“Vikram, band darwaza hai. Kam se kam peeche mud jao.”

“Nahi.”

Woh aaine ke saamne khadi rahi, peeth uski taraf, aur nightie utaari. Peeth nangi ho gayi. Bra purana utara. Uske boobs aaine mein dikhe, bhaare, nipples thande kamre mein sakht hote hue. Usne laal bra pehna. Hook peeche band kiya, do baar bigda, teesri baar laga. Kapda uske boobs ko upar uthata tha, beech mein ek gehri lakeer chhodta hua. Panty usne jaanghon se chadhai, side ke dori bandhe, aur jab woh mudi toh Vikram ka phone uske haath mein tha.

“Photo nahi,” usne turant kaha. Haath seene par aa gaye. “Vikram, photo mat lo. Main… main aise nahi.”

“Hatа haath.”

“Please. Yeh galat hai. Agar kisi ne dekha—”

“Koi nahi dekhega. Sirf main. Hatа.”

Usne haath nahi hataye. Vikram utha, uske paas aaya, aur uske kalaiyon ko dheere se neeche kiya. Phone utha. Pehli photo seedhi, uske chehre se lekar jaanghon tak. Flash nahi thi. Lamp ki peeli roshni. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Doosri photo usne bagal se li, taaki boobs ka ubhaar aur kamar ki lakeer ek saath aaye. Teesri usne kheench kar uske honthon ke paas li, sirf collarbone, mangalsutra, aur laal lace ka kinara.

“Bahut khoobsurat lag rahi hai,” usne kaha, aur phone neeche rakh diya. “Sach mein. Main yeh soch ke bhi nahi paaya tha ki tu aise dikhegi.”

Vaishali ki saans tez thi. Sharm uske gale tak chadh gayi thi. “Delete kar dena. Please. Main pehen toh li. Ab delete kar do.”

“Nahi.” Usne phone bedside par rakha, screen neeche. “Yeh meri hai. Tu meri hai. Baith.”

Usne use bed par bithaya. Khud uske saamne ghutnon par aaya, uski jaanghon ke beech, aur pehle uske maathe par kiss kiya. Phir aankh par. Phir gaal par. Phir honthon par, dheere, sirf dabav. Vaishali ne honth band rakhe. Usne doosri baar kiss kiya, neeche wale honth ko apne honthon mein liya, chusa, jab tak woh khul nahi gaye. Jeebh andar gayi. Vaishali ki saans uske muh mein ghul gayi. Uski hatheliyan uske seene par thi, dhakelne jitni nahi, sirf tikne jitni.

Vikram ne kiss toda aur gardan par aaya. Mangalsutra ko side kiya. Collarbone ko chusa. Phir laal bra ka hook khola, ek haath se, aur bra uske boobs se sarak kar god mein gir gaya. Boobs bahar aa gaye, bhaare, garam, nipples sakht. Usne dono ko hatheliyon mein uthaya, unhe ek doosre ki taraf dabaaya, beech ki lakeer gehra ki, aur pehle left nipple ko muh mein liya.

Vaishali ki peeth seedhi ho gayi. “Ah—”

Usne chusa. Dheere, phir gehra, jeebh se ghumaya, daant se halka sa pakda. Doosre nipple par wahi. Beech-beech mein poore boob ko muh mein lene ki koshish ki, jitna aa sake, aur jo bahar raha use haath se nichoda. Vaishali ke haath uske baalon mein gaye. Uski moan ab chhoti nahi thi. Har chusai par ek geeli siski nikal rahi thi, “Vikram… dheere… wahan—” aur dheere nahi hua.

Usne use peeth ke bal lita diya. Taangein kholi. Laal panty ab bhi uske jism par thi. Usne uski ek baah uthayi, kandhe ke neeche, aur apna munh uski bagal mein rakha. Vaishali ka jism jhatka kha gaya.

“Woh mat karo. Wahan—”

Usne jeebh nikali aur uski bagal ki narm, garam skin ko chaata. Ek lambi lakeer. Phir chusa. Vaishali ki kamar bed se ubhar gayi. Uski moan tez ho gayi, sharm aur ek ajeeb si gilgilaahat mili hui. “Ahh—Vikram—wahan gandi—” Usne doosri bagal par wahi kiya, dheere, poori tarah, jab tak uski saans tooti hui na nikalne lagi. Uski baglein geeli ho gayi. Uska jism kaanp raha tha.

Vikram neeche aaya. Panty ki side ki dor kholi. Use utaara. Chut uske saamne thi, pehle se geeli, honth khule hue, lamp ki roshni mein chamakte hue. Usne ek ungli se use chhua, upar se neeche, clit par ruka, aur kaha, “Itni geeli. Photo se, ya isse?”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. “Mat poochho.”

Usne do ungliyan andar ki. Dheere, phir gehra, andar-bahar, angutha clit par ghumta hua. Vaishali ki jaanghein khul gayi, khud. Uski moan ab ek rhythm mein thi, har andar jaane par ek chhoti si, geeli aawaz. Usne teesri ungli nahi daali. Do hi kaafi thi. Usne unhe modа, uski upar wali deewar par dabaaya, aur clit ko tez ghumaya.

Vaishali ki peeth akad gayi. “Vikram—ruk—main—”

Woh aayi uske haath par. Chut ne uski ungliyon ko kas liya, geeli marod, ek lambi kaanpti hui moan uske gale se nikal gayi jo usne pillow mein chhupani chaahi aur chhupa nahi paayi. Ras uski hatheli par bah gaya, ungliyon se hota hua uski jaangh tak. Uska jism bed par dheela pad gaya, saans atki, aankhen dhundhli.

Vikram ne ungliyan bahar nikaali. Unhe dekha, geeli, chamakti hui. Has pada. Halki, gandi, khush hasi.

“Meri biwi,” usne kaha, “photo se darr rahi thi. Haath par aa gayi.”

Vaishali ne chehra side kiya. Laal lace uske bagal mein pada tha. Uski baglein geeli thi, boobs par uske muh ke nishan the, aur uske haath par ab bhi uski garmahat thi. Woh kuch nahi bol paayi. Halkе-halkе kaanp rahi thi, aur Vikram uske upar jhuk kar uske honthon par ek chhoti si kiss rakh kar muskura raha tha, jaise yeh shuruwat ho, khatam nahi.

Vikram ne uske honthon par woh chhoti si kiss rakhi, phir seedha baith gaya, peeth headboard se lagayi, pajama neeche sarka diya. Uska lund pehle se hi sakht tha, mota, naso se bhara hua, supada chamakta hua, dopahar ki dukaan se lekar ab tak ki intezaari usmein lagi hui thi. Vaishali abhi bhi peeth ke bal leti thi, saans atki hui, laal lace uske bagal mein pada hua, boobs par uske muh ke nishan, jaanghon ke beech ab bhi geelapan. Usne uski taraf dekha, phir lund ki taraf, aur nazar hata li.

“Yahan aa,” usne kaha. “Muh mein le.”

Vaishali nahi uthi. “Main yeh achhi tarah se nahi karti. Kal bhi… main sirf itna hi jaanti hoon. Please, seedha—”

“Seekh jaayegi. Aa.”

Usne uski kalai pakdi, zor se nahi, lekin itni pakad se ki woh bed par ghisat-ti hui uske paas aa gayi. Ghutnon par baith gayi, uski jaanghon ke beech. Lamp ki roshni uske nange jism par thi. Mangalsutra uske boobs ke beech latak raha tha. Usne lund ko haath mein liya. Garam tha. Motа. Uske haath ki mutthi poori nahi band hoti thi. Usne ek baar upar se neeche tak haath chalaya, dheere, jaise waqt kheench rahi ho, phir jhuki aur supade ko apne honthon se chhua.

Namkeen. Garam. Uske neeche wale honth par ek halki si geelapan lag gayi.

“Muh khol, Meera.”

Usne muh khola. Pehle sirf supada. Honth uske charon taraf kas gaye. Usne jeebh se neeche wali nas ko chhua, ek baar, aur Vikram ke gale se ek bhaari saans nikal gayi. Usne uske baal pakde, ek mutthi mein, itna ki woh peeche na hat sake, aur dheere se apna lund uske muh mein aur andar kiya. Vaishali ka gala bhar gaya. Aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Usne naak se saans li, honth geele ho gaye, thook uske chin tak behne laga aur wahan se uske boobs par tapakne laga.

Vikram ne use thodi der aise hi rakha. Phir bahar nikala, supade tak, phir phir se andar. Dheere. Gehra. Har baar uske honth uske lund par kas jaate the, aur har baar ek geeli, chhoti si aawaz nikalти thi, uske gale se nahi, uske honthon se. Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Sharm uske kaan tak chadh gayi thi. Woh yeh kar rahi thi, ghutnon par, laal lace utara hua, ek aise mard ke lund par jiski mummy ne dopahar ko use bahu kaha tha. Usne socha ki woh ruk jaaye. Uske haath uski jaanghon par the, aur woh ruk nahi rahi thi. Woh dheere-dheere apna sir hila rahi thi, jitna uski pakad hone deti thi.

“Haan,” Vikram ne kaha, aawaz phati hui. “Aise. Aur gehra. Tere honth dekh. Kitne geele ho gaye hain.”

Usne aur ek inch andar kiya. Vaishali ki aankh se ek aansu nikal gaya, thook ke saath mil kar uske gaal par. Usne use wapas khinchha, saans lene di, phir phir se. Paanch baar. Chhe baar. Uska lund uske thook se chamak raha tha. Uske boobs har jhukne par aage latak jaate the, nipples ab bhi sakht, uske muh ke nishan laal. Vikram ne ek haath se uska ek boob pakda aur use nichoda, isi rhythm mein jis rhythm mein woh uske muh ko use kar raha tha.

Woh aur der tak aise hi raha. Vaishali ka jabda dard karne laga. Uske honth sooj gaye. Thook uski gardan tak, mangalsutra tak, beh gaya. Vikram ne aakhri baar gehra kiya, uske gale ke darwaze tak, ek second rok kar rakha, phir poora bahar nikal liya. Vaishali ne khansi. Saans li. Thook uske chin se bed par gira. Uski aankhen laal thi, honth khule, geele.

“Bahut hua,” usne kaha, aur peeth ke bal let gaya, lund uske pet par khada. “Ab tu upar aa.”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. “Nahi. Main… main upar nahi jaati. Mujhe nahi aata. Main ne kabhi aise nahi kiya. Tum karo. Tum upar raho.”

“Kabhi nahi kiya?”

“Nahi.” Uski aawaz patli thi. “Ramesh— mere pehle— woh hamesha upar rehta tha. Main ne kabhi aise nahi baithhi. Mujhe sharm aati hai. Main gir jaungi. Please, tum kar lo.”

Vikram ne uski baat suni. Uske honthon par wohi hasi aayi, jo dukaan par aayi thi jab usne kaha tha ki woh khud pehna dega. “Toh aaj seekhegi. Meri biwi upar bhi baithegi. Aa.”

Usne uski kamar pakdi aur use kheench kar apni jaanghon par bitha diya. Vaishali ka wazan uske pet par aaya. Uska lund uski chut ke honthon se lag kar uske pet tak khada tha, garam, geela uske apne thook se. Vaishali ne apne dono haath uske seene par rakhe, taaki woh seedhi baith sake. Uske boobs uske aage latak rahe the. Baal uske chehre par aa gaye the. Woh sharm se aankhen band kiye hue thi.

“Utha,” usne kaha. “Aur baith ispar.”

“Vikram—”

Usne khud apna lund pakda, supada uski chut par set kiya, aur uski kamar ko neeche kheenchha.

Poora andar chala gaya.

Vaishali ka munh khul gaya. Ek lambi, tez, bina rok ke moan uske gale se nikal gayi. “Ahhh—Vikram—” Lund is angle mein aur gehra laga. Uska wazan khud use neeche le gaya tha, aur supada uski chut ki aakhri deewar se takra gaya. Uski jaanghein kaanp gayi. Uske haath uske seene par fisal gaye. Ek pal ke liye uska dimaag safed ho gaya. Na sharm. Na naam. Na woh form jismein usne Meera Deshmukh likha tha. Sirf woh bharav, mota, garam, uske pet tak, aur uski apni moan jo kamre mein goonj gayi.

Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi rakhi. “Saans le. Haan. Ab upar neeche. Khud.”

Vaishali nahi hili. Woh uspar baithi rahi, lund andar, saans tooti hui, boobs uske har saans par hilte hue. “Mujhe nahi aata,” usne kaha, aawaz phati. “Main kaise—”

“Jaise tu abhi mere muh par jhuk rahi thi. Wahi. Upar. Neeche.”

Usne pehli baar khud ko uthaya. Thoda sa. Lund aadha bahar aaya, geeli aawaz ke saath, aur woh wapas baith gayi, poora, ek chhoti si cheekh ke saath. Doosri baar usne thoda aur uthaya. Teesri baar uski jaanghon ne rhythm pakad li, dheemi, sharmili, lekin saaf. Har baar woh upar jaati, hawa uski geeli chut ko chhuti, aur har baar woh neeche baithti, lund andar tak, uske pet ke neeche tak, aur uske gale se ek moan nikalти. “Ahh—ahh—Vikram—bahut gehra—”

Uska dimaag khali raha. Woh soch nahi pa rahi thi ki woh kya kar rahi hai. Woh sirf kar rahi thi. Uski kamar uske haathon mein thi, lekin hil woh rahi thi. Uske boobs har baar neeche aane par uske seene se takrate the. Mangalsutra uske boobs ke beech baar-baar hit kar raha tha. Pasina uski gardan se uske boobs par, wahan se uski kamar par, beh raha tha. Laal lace kahin bed ke kinare gir chuka tha.

Vikram neeche se dekh raha tha. Uski biwi, 42 saal ki, uske lund par baithi hui, khud upar-neeche hoti hui, moan karti hui, aankhen band, honth khule. Use maza aa raha tha. Usne uske boobs pakde, unhe nichoda, nipples ko ungliyon mein liya, aur neeche se apni kamar uthani shuru ki.

Ab sirf woh nahi hil rahi thi.

Uska dhakka neeche se aaya, gehra, sakht, uski baithne ki rhythm se milta hua. Vaishali ki moan aur tez ho gayi. “Ahhh—ruk—nahi—aur gehra—” Woh ruka nahi. Usne uski kamar pakad kar use neeche khinchha aur khud upar dhakka maara, ek saath, baar-baar. Bed hilne lagi. Headboard deewar se dheemi takraahat karne lagi, lekin Vaishali ko uski sunai nahi di. Uski chut itni geeli thi ki har dhakka ek phachak karti aawaz ke saath andar jaata tha. Ras uski jaanghon se hota hua uske lund par, uske pet par, beh raha tha.

“Dekh,” usne kaha, saans phati hui. “Kitni achhi se chadh rahi hai. Kehti thi nahi aata. Ab khud neeche baith rahi hai.”

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Ek pal. Usne apne aap ko dekha, uske upar, boobs uske haathon mein, lund apni chut mein, aur phir aankhen band kar li. Sharm wapas aayi, lekin uske jism ne use nahi maana. Uski kamar tez ho gayi. Woh khud neeche baithne lagi, uske dhakke ka saath dete hue, har baar thoda aur gehra, har baar ek lambi moan ke saath. “Ahhh—Vikram—main—phir se—”

Doosri lehar pehli se tez thi.

Uski chut ne uske lund ko kas liya, baar-baar, geeli marod ke saath. Uski jaanghein kaanp gayi. Uske haath uske seene par gir gaye. Ek lambi, kaanpti hui moan uske gale se nikal gayi, “Ahhh—haaye—”, aur woh uske upar dheeli pad gayi, sir uske kandhe mein chhupa hua, jism kaanpta hua, lund ab bhi poora andar. Vikram ne use aise hi pakda. Usne neeche se dhakke nahi roke. Dheere, gehre, uski lehar ke andar se hote hue. Vaishali har dhakke par ek chhoti, tooti hui siski nikaalti rahi, munh uske gale mein, saans uski skin par.

Woh aise hi chalta raha. Ek minute. Do. Vaishali ka jism dheela tha, lekin uski chut ab bhi use pakad rahi thi. Vikram ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne uski kamar aur kas ke pakdi, use poora neeche bithaya, aur neeche se tez, chhote, gehre dhakke maarne laga. Vaishali ki moan uske kaan mein gir rahi thi, ab shabdon mein nahi, sirf aawaz mein. Uska lund uske andar phool raha tha. Usne aakhri baar use neeche khinchha, poora andar dhasaaya, aur chhod diya.

Cum andar gaya. Gaadha, garam, lambe jhatkon mein. Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya, apne pet ke neeche, aur ek dheemi si saans uske gale se nikli. Woh uske seene par leti rahi. Hil nahi paayi. Uska dimaag ab bhi khali tha, dheere-dheere wapas aa raha tha, sharm ke saath, thakaan ke saath, aur us garmahat ke saath jo uske andar uske cum ki thi.

Vikram ne uske baal seene se hataye. Uske maathe par kiss kiya. “Dekha,” usne kaha, aawaz ab bhi bhaari. “Aata hai tujhe. Agli baar khud chadhegi. Main nahi kheenchunga.”

Vaishali ne jawab nahi diya. Uski saans uske seene par pad rahi thi. Jab usne lund bahar nikala, dheere, toh cum uski chut se nikal kar uski jaangh par, uske pet par, beh gaya. Woh uske bagal mein sarak gayi, ek taraf, laal lace ab bhi bed ke kinare, phone bedside par, screen neeche. Usne aankhen band kar li. Uski jaanghein kaanp rahi thi. Honth sooje hue the. Aur uske dimaag mein, khali pan ke peeche, ek baat baith gayi thi jise woh abhi bol nahi pa rahi thi — ki usne khud upar-neeche kiya tha, aur ki agli baar, jab woh kahega, uska jism shayad usse pehle haan kar dega.

Arjun ne teen din tak apne aap se kaha ki woh awaaz television ki hai.

Pehli raat woh seedha so gaya tha, ya usne aisa maan liya tha. Doosri raat headboard ek baar deewar se lagi, phir chup ho gayi, aur usne pillow kaan par rakh liya. Teesri raat woh uth kar baitha raha, andhere mein, aur jab awaaz ruki toh usne socha ki shayad woh galat samajh raha hai. Naya ghar. Nayi biwi. Logon ki zindagi hoti hai. Yeh baat woh apne dimaag mein poori line ki tarah bola karta tha, jaise kisi aur ko samjha raha ho.

Chauthi subah woh bahaana khatam ho gaya.

Woh apne flat se nikal kar doodh lene ja raha tha. Seedhiyon par Vaishali pehle se thi, neeche wali landing par, ek thaili haath mein, pallu kandhe par. Usne use “Ma” nahi kaha. Woh ab nahi keh sakta tha. Usne “Bhabhi” kaha, aur awaaz uske gale mein atak gayi, kyunki usne upar dekha tha.

Pallu sarak gaya tha. Gale ke neeche, collarbone ke paas, ek nishan tha. Chhota nahi. Daant ka nahi, chusne ka, gehra laal, kinare par thoda neela. Usne concealer lagaya tha. Subah ki roshni mein concealer kaam nahi kar raha tha. Neeche, blouse ke upar ki skin par, ek aur halka sa daag tha, jo pallu ne chhupana tha aur chhupaya nahi tha.

Vaishali ne uski nazar pakdi. Usne pallu upar kheenchha, ek hi jhatke mein, aur thaili doosre haath mein badal li.

“Doodh khatam ho gaya tha,” usne kaha. “Vikram ko bina chai ke office nahi bhejna tha.”

Arjun ne sir hila diya. Woh uske gale ki taraf dobara nahi dekh paaya, aur isi liye usne uski chaal dekhi. Seedhiyon se utarte waqt uska ek pair doosre se thoda dheere pad raha tha. Koi langdaana nahi tha. Sirf ek aisa farak jo usne apni maa mein pehle kabhi nahi dekha tha, aur jo woh ab dekh kar bhool nahi pa raha tha. Woh dheere chal rahi thi, jaise andar se kuch abhi bhi sooja hua ho.

“Main le aata,” usne kaha.

“Ho gaya. Tu college ja.”

Woh neeche chali gayi. Arjun landing par khada raha. Left wale darwaze ke andar Priya ka radio chal raha tha, koi purana gaana, aur us gaane ke neeche uske apne ghar ki khamoshi thi. Ramesh shayad abhi bhi so raha tha. Arjun ke paas chaabi thi. Usne lock nahi khola. Woh wapas apne kamre mein gaya, bag nahi uthaya, aur bed par baith gaya.

Ab woh television nahi keh sakta tha.

Usne pichhle dinon ko ek saath rakha. Pehli raat ki takraahat. Subah ki chai, jismein Vaishali ke honth thode sooje hue the. Shopping ke bag ka laal kona, jo usne seedhiyon par dekha tha aur jiske baare mein usne “achha kiya” keh diya tha, kyunki Vikram ka haath uske kandhe par tha. Kal dopahar jab woh pani lene aaya tha, tab Vaishali ne darwaza itni der baad khola tha ki uske baal bikhre hue the, aur uske peeche Vikram towel mein khada muskura raha tha. Usne tab bhi kuch nahi kaha. Usne glass liya aur chala gaya.

Roz.

Yeh shabd uske munh mein kadwa laga. Roz. Sirf ek raat nahi, jo woh apne aap ko suhagrat keh kar chhupa sake. Roz subah uski chaal mein woh farak. Roz uske gale par koi naya nishan, concealer ke neeche. Roz Vikram ka haath uski kamar par, uske saamne, jaise Arjun koi mehmaan ho jo jaldi chala jaayega.

Arjun ne apne haath dekhe. Woh kaanp nahi rahe the. Woh khali the. Usi haath ne profile banayi thi. Usi haath ne photo chuni thi. Usi haath ne Ramesh ko kaha tha ki ek saal, sirf ek saal, phir Priya ka rishta, phir sab wapas. Ek saal ab ek hafte mein bhi nahi tha, aur wapas ka rasta uske saamne band dikh raha tha. Register ho chuka tha. Naam Meera Deshmukh ho chuka tha. Flat ke paper mein jo sign tha, woh uski maa ka nahi tha. Uski bua ka tha. Uski bua jo uski maa thi.

Usne almari kholi. Neeche wali shelf par woh lifafa rakha tha, jismein account ka paper tha. Usne use nahi nikala. Use pata tha andar kya hai. Raqam. Date. Vikram ka naam transfer mein. Usne darwaza band kiya. Ek pal ke liye usne socha ki woh abhi us darwaze par jaaye, Vikram se kahe ki bahar aao, yeh aurat tumhari biwi nahi hai, yeh meri maa hai, aur tum use roz nahi chhu sakte. Agle hi pal usne woh sentence poora soch liya, aur use pata chala ki woh use bol nahi paayega. Vikram use bhai maanta tha. Vikram use uski bhabhi ka devar maanta tha. Agar sach bahar aaya, toh pehle security officer, pehle fraud, pehle wahi ladka jo profile le kar gaya tha.

Woh bed par wapas baitha.

College ka time nikal gaya. Usne bag nahi uthaya. Priya ne bahar se pukara, ek baar, “Arjun, chai.” Usne jawab nahi diya. Priya doosri baar nahi aayi. Usne shayad maan liya ki woh so raha hai. Arjun so nahi raha tha. Woh us nishan ko dekh raha tha, jo ab uske saamne nahi tha, lekin uski aankh mein atka hua tha. Laal. Concealer. Pallu jo late se upar aaya tha.

Dopahar ko usne phone uthaya. Lawyer ka number usne teen din pehle save kiya tha, kisi aur kaam ke bahane, aur ek baar bhi call nahi kiya tha. Usne number dekha. Ramesh ko batana chahiye tha. Ramesh is ghar mein baap tha, pati tha, aur ab bhaiya tha. Arjun ne phone wapas rakh diya. Ramesh se pehle woh khud sunna chahta tha ki koi rasta hai ya nahi. Agar nahi hai, toh woh apne baap ko woh nahi sunana chahta tha jo woh khud sunne se darr raha tha.

Shaam ko Vikram office se aaya. Landing par unki mulakat ho gayi. Vikram ne uske kandhe par haath rakha, pehle ki tarah, aur kaha, “Bhai, teri bhabhi ne aaj bhindi banayi hai. Aa jaana. Akeli bore ho jaati hai jab main late karta hoon.”

Arjun ne uske chehre par dekha. Koi shak nahi tha. Koi darr nahi tha. Ek aadmi apni biwi ke baare mein baat kar raha tha, aur uske devar ko khaane bula raha tha, kyunki use lagta tha ki ladka sharmaata hai.

“Aaj nahi,” Arjun ne kaha. “Kaam hai.”

“Kal aa jaana.” Vikram ne use chhoda aur apna darwaza khola. Andar se Vaishali ki awaaz aayi, dheemi, “Aa gaye?” Vikram ne kuch kaha jo Arjun ne poora nahi suna. Darwaza band ho gaya.

Arjun apne kamre mein gaya. Light nahi jalayi. Woh bed par leta raha, deewar ki taraf muh karke, aur is baar usne pillow kaan par nahi rakha. Usne sunne ka faisla pehle hi kar liya tha. Jo aayega, woh aayega. Usne apne aap se yeh bhi keh liya tha ki kal subah woh lawyer ke number par call karega, Ramesh ko saath le kar ya akela, lekin call karega. Aaj raat woh sirf woh hoga jo usne khud banaya tha. Ek ladka, ek patli deewar, aur uske us paar woh aurat jise woh maa nahi keh sakta tha.

Raat ko awaaz aayi.

Pehle nahi. Kareeb gyarah ke baad. Ek kursi. Paani. Phir bed. Phir Vaishali ki saans, jo usne pehchaan li, kyunki woh uski thi, bees saal se usi ghar ki. Phir ek dabi hui siski, phir Vikram ki awaaz, shabd saaf nahi, sirf tone. Phir rhythm. Deewar dheemi, lekin kaafi. Arjun ne aankhen band nahi ki. Usne chhat dekhi. Uske kaan garam ho gaye. Uski mutthi band ho gayi, aur khul gayi, kyunki band rakhne ka koi matlab nahi tha.

Woh roz tha. Aaj bhi. Kal bhi hoga.

Jab awaaz ruki, tab bahut der ho chuki thi. Arjun utha nahi. Usne socha ki subah woh use rokega, seedhiyon par, aur kahega ki woh lawyer ke paas ja raha hai. Phir usne socha ki woh kya kahega. Tumhari maa ko us aadmi se kaun bachayega, yeh sawaal uske paas nahi tha. Uske paas sirf ek number tha, ek lifafa tha, aur ek nishan tha jo concealer se nahi chhupa tha.

Woh aankhen kholi rakhe leta raha, jab tak bahar ki peeli light kam na ho gayi. Subah hone mein ab bhi waqt tha. Usne phone bedside par rakh liya, screen neeche, jaise agar woh use dekhta raha toh call abhi kar dega, aur abhi karne ka hausla uske paas nahi tha.

Next day morning.


Vikram office nikal chuka tha jab Arjun ne darwaza khatkhataya. Vaishali ne socha hoga ki doodh wala hai, ya society ka koi aadmi, kyunki usne pallu theek kiya aur bina aankh se dekhe darwaza khol diya. Saamne Arjun khada tha. College bag nahi tha. Chehre par neend nahi thi. Usne peeche mud kar seedhiyon ko dekha, ek baar, phir kaha, “Andar aa sakta hoon? Do minute.”

Vaishali ne use andar aane diya. Darwaza band kiya. Lock nahi lagaya. Hall mein kal raat ki ek khali cup table par thi, Vikram ki. Arjun ne use dekha, phir Vaishali ko. Neeli saree. Khula blouse. Sindoor. Gale par concealer, jo aaj thoda zyada lagaya gaya tha, aur phir bhi kinare se ek laalpan chhoot raha tha.

“Baith,” usne kaha.

“Nahi.” Arjun khada raha. Uski awaaz pehle hi kaanp rahi thi, isliye usne use sakht karne ki koshish ki, aur sakht karte hue woh aur buri ho gayi. “Main kal raat se jaag raha hoon. Usse pehle bhi. Main yeh nahi keh sakta ki mujhe pata nahi. Mujhe pata hai. Roz. Tumhare gale par nishan hai. Tum seedhiyon par dheere chal rahi thi. Main ne suna.”

Vaishali ka haath pallu par ruk gaya. Ek pal ke liye uske chehre par wohi darr aaya jo usne pehli raat ko mehsoos kiya tha. Phir darr hatt gaya. Uski jagah kuch aur aa gaya, thanda aur seedha.

“Tune suna,” usne kaha. “Aur ab aaya hai. Teen din baad. Chaar din baad. Jab usne mujhe pehli baar is kamre mein band kiya, tab tu kahan tha?”

“Main—”

“Tune profile banayi thi.” Vaishali ne cup uthaya, jaise use rakhne ki jagah chahiye ho, phir use wapas rakh diya, kyunki haath kaanp rahe the aur woh nahi chahti thi ki woh gir jaaye. “Tune meri photo chuni thi. Tune apne baap ko kaha tha ki bs kuch din aur Shaadi ke din switch hona tha. Yaad hai? Main Meera bankar jaungi, register hoga, aur usi din, ya usi raat se pehle, sach bahar aa jaayega. Priya uske saamne hogi. Main wapas aaungi. Yahi tha na? Yahi tune mujhe kitchen mein khade hokar kaha tha, jab maine kaha tha ki yeh khatarnaak hai.”

Arjun ne nazar neeche kar li. “Switch nahi ho paya. Vikram jaldi le gaya. Register usi shaam ho gaya. Main andar nahi ja paya. Papa bhi nahi gaye. Woh… woh ruk gaya.”

“Woh ruk gaya.” Vaishali ne yeh do shabd aise dohraye jaise woh unhe chakh rahi ho. “Aur main uske ghar mein reh gayi. Uski biwi bankar. Uska naam lekar. Uska mangalsutra pehen kar. Tu bahar khada raha, aur teri maa andar thi. Ab tu mujhse pooch raha hai ki main roz uske saath kyun hoon.”

“Main yeh nahi pooch raha.” Arjun ki awaaz phat gayi. “Main yeh pooch raha hoon ki kya koi rasta hai. Lawyer. Koi paper. Kuch. Main ja sakta hoon. Papa ko le ja sakta hoon. Tumhe uske haath se nikalne ka koi tareeka hoga.”

Vaishali hasi. Hasi nahi thi. Sirf ek chhoti si, sukhi saans. “Tareeka. Tune socha hai woh tareeka kya hai? Woh mera pati hai. Register par. Court ke kagaz par. Society ke form par maine khud Meera Deshmukh likha hai, tere papa ke saamne. Tu use kaise rokega ki woh mujhe na chhue? Tu uske ghar mein ghusega? Tu use bolega ki yeh aurat teri maa hai, isliye apni biwi ko mat chhuna? Woh tujhe bhai maanta hai. Woh mujhe teri bua maanta hai. Agar tune sach kaha, toh woh tujhe chor bolega. Fraud bolega. Paisa wapas maangega. Aur jo tune kiya hai, uska paper uske paas hai.”

“Main jail jaane ko taiyar hoon.”

“Taiyar hai?” Vaishali ne ek kadam aage badhaya. Uski awaaz ab dheemi nahi thi. “Tu taiyar hai. Main nahi pooch rahi. Main yeh keh rahi hoon ki tu taiyar hoke bhi mujhe yahan se nahi nikal sakta. Woh mera pati hai. Kanoon uska hai. Raat uski hai. Subah uski hai. Jab woh haath lagata hai, toh main use yeh nahi keh sakti ki ruk jao, mera beta bahar hai, mera pehla pati bhaiya ban chuka hai, yeh shaadi jhooth thi. Woh sunega nahi. Aur agar sun bhi le, toh pehle tujhe pakdega. Tere papa ko pakdega. Priya ko bhi, kyunki uska naam isme hai. Tune socha tha switch ho jaayega. Switch nahi hua. Ab main uski biwi hoon, aur tu mujhse gussa hai kyunki main uske neeche se subah uthti hoon.”

Arjun ka chehra laal ho gaya. “Main tumse gussa nahi hoon. Main usse gussa hoon. Main khud se gussa hoon. Main ne yeh nahi chaaha tha ki woh tumhe roz—”

“Mat bol.” Vaishali ne haath utha diya. “Mat bol ki roz kya. Tune suna hai. Tune dekh liya hai. Ab us lafz ko mere saamne mat rakh. Mujhe pata hai mera jism kya kar raha hai. Mujhe tere se yeh sunne ki zaroorat nahi hai.”

Woh khamosh ho gaye. Kitchen se gas ki halki si tick sunai di, jo usne band karna bhool gayi thi. Vaishali ne palat kar use band kiya. Jab woh wapas mudi, tab uski aankhen geeli thi, lekin aansu nahi gire. Usne unhe wapas kheench liya.

“Tune mujhe becha,” usne kaha, ab dheere. “Tere papa ne mujhe becha. Dono ne mil kar ek plan banaya jo pehle din toot gaya. Aur tootne ke baad tum dono ne mujhe nikalne ki jagah yeh socha ki shayad ek hafte mein kuch ho jaayega. Ek hafte mein kya hota hai, Arjun? Ek hafte mein ek aurat ko aadat pad jaati hai darwaza band karne ki. Ek hafte mein uska naam badal jaata hai. Ek hafte mein uska pati use subah uthate hi chhoo leta hai, aur woh yeh nahi keh paati ki main tumhari nahi hoon, kyunki kehne ka matlab hai tera barbaad hona. Tu mujhse pooch raha hai main use kaise rokun. Main nahi rok sakti. Tu rok. Ya terа papa rok. Tum dono ne yeh shuru kiya tha. Main ne sirf haan ki thi, kyunki tune kaha tha ki kuch nahi hoga.”

Arjun ne darwaze ka kinara pakad liya. Uski mutthi safed ho gayi. “Main lawyer ke paas jaunga. Aaj. Papa ko nahi bataunga agar tum nahi chahti. Main akela jaunga.”

“Ja.” Vaishali ne pallu theek kiya. Concealer wala hissa phir se chhup gaya, adhoora. “Ja kar pooch. Woh tujhe wahi batayega jo main tujhe bata chuki hoon. Woh mera pati hai. Use rokne ka koi kanoon nahi hai. Jo kanoon hai, woh tum dono ke khilaaf hai. Aur jab tu wapas aaye, toh mujhse yeh mat kehna ki tune koshish ki. Koshish se mera gale ka nishan nahi mitta.”




Bahar seedhiyon par koi chala. Dono ruk gaye. Kadmon ki awaaz neeche chali gayi. Arjun ne darwaza khola. Landing khali thi. Usne ek baar peeche dekha. Vaishali table ke paas khadi thi, cup ab bhi wahi, uska chehra thaka hua, gussa ab cheekh mein nahi, uski kamar ki seedhai mein.


“Ma,” usne kaha, bahut dheere.

“Bhabhi,” usne kaha. “Darwaza khula hai. Koi sun lega. Aur Vikram ko teri bhabhi chahiye, teri maa nahi. Ja.”

Arjun bahar nikla. Darwaza uske peeche band hua, usne nahi, usne. Woh seedhiyon par ruka, ek minute, do minute, jaise koi use wapas bula lega. Koi nahi bulaaya. Andar gas band thi. Cup table par thi. Aur Vaishali usi jagah khadi rahi, jab tak uske haath kaanpna band nahi kar gaye, aur jab tak usne yeh maan nahi liya ki gussa nikal chuka hai, lekin uska pati shaam ko wapas aayega, aur us gusse se uska haath nahi rukega.

[Vijayverma]

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[chrisgale159]

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[Wasifahim]

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[poorangyan]

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