07-10-2026, 01:17 AM
Ayesha tezi se kadam badhaati hui us sunsaan galiyaare se baahar nikleen aur seedhe apne kamre ki taraf bhaag gayeen. Unka poora jism abhi bhi ek ajeeb si kaamuk hadbadaahat aur uttejana se boori tarah kaamp raha tha.
Jaise hi unhone kamre mein kadam rakha, saamne baithi unki Maa (Naani) ki nazar turant unke damakte aur laal pad chuke chehre par padi.
"Are Ayesha! Kya hua tujhe? Tera chehra itna laal kyun pad raha hai?" Naani ne fikr jataate hue poochha.
Ayesha ne ghabraakar apni ukhadti saanson ko sambhaala aur jaldi se bahaana banaate hue kaha, "Are Ammi... kuchh nahi, shayad yeh yahan ki bhayankar garmi ki wajah se hai. Mujhe to Delhi ki is umas bhari garmi ki aadat hi nahi rahi na..."
Lekin apne man hi man Ayesha phusphusaakar boleen, 'Ammi, ab aapko kya bataoon ki chehra garmi se nahi, us Delhi wale Vishal ke haathon ki bhayankar garmi ki wajah se tap raha hai! Saale ne itni berahmi aur zor se mere mammon ko dabocha tha ki kapdon ke neeche abhi tak meetha-meetha dard teeshein maar raha hai...'
Ayesha apne kamre ke ek kone mein khadi hokar sochne lageen. Unka dimaag tezi se daud raha tha ki kisi tarah is museebat se baahar nikalne ka rasta mil jaaye.
'Ab kya bahaana banaoon? Us annexe wale kamre ki mulaqaat se kaise bachoon?' Unhone apni kaampti ungliyon se apni thuddi ko chhoo'a, jahan abhi bhi Vishal ki chhoohan ka ahsaas baaki tha.
'Agar mein wahan gai... to aaj meri khair nahi. Kitna behaya hai wo ladka! Kaise sareaam aur kitni besharmi se keh raha tha ki poora nanga karega... zara sa bhi deen-eemaan ya lihaaj nahi bacha hai uska. Soch Ayesha, kuchh to soch! Kya karoon?'
Unhein samajh nahi aa raha tha ki is daldal se kaise niklein.
'Kya sach mein migraine aur beemaari ka dhong rachkar kamre mein hi padi rahoon? Ya kisi aur cheez ka bahaana banaoon? Par agar wo nahi maana to? Aur madad... madad kisse maangoon? Kisi se kuchh keh bhi to nahi sakti, khud apni hi izzat ka janaaza nikal jaayega.'
Sawaalon aur khauf ke isi bavandar mein ghiri, apni ghabraahat ko chhupaane ke liye wo jhatpat bathroom mein ghus gayeen aur andar se kundi band kar li.
Tabhi Ayesha ke mobile ki screen jagmagai aur WhatsApp par ek video message aaya. Ayesha ne jaise hi play button par click kiya, unke pairon tale zameen khisak gai—unki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayeen.
Screen par Saima bina kapdon ke, poori tarah nangi baithi hui thhi. Aur uske kaampte, naazuk haathon mein Vishal ka wo 10 inch ka mota lund tha, jise usne kaskar thaam rakha tha.
Ayesha ka dimaag sunn reh gaya. Ve gahri saansen leeti hui man hi man badbadayeen, 'Hey ,.'! Saima bhi kitni jhoothi aur makkaar nikli... mujhse ro-rokar keh rahi thhi ki bas kuchh tasveerein hain uske paas! Yeh nahi bataya ki wo is had tak gir chuki hai aur is darinde ke aage apni izzat neelaam kar chuki hai!'
Video dekhkar Ayesha ke poore jism mein ek khaufnaak siharan daud gai.
'Ab zaroor is Vishal ki koi nai aur ghinauni demand hogi... tabhi usne yeh video mujhe bheja hai. Mein kya karoon? Waise hi jab bhi mein us ladke ke paas jaati hoon, mera yeh behaya shareer mera saath dena band kar deta hai, iski chhoohan ke aage pighal jaata hai... aur Saima ki yeh ghatia harkat! Ab mein is blackmailer se apni Saima ko kaise bachaoon?'
Tabhi Ayesha ke phone ki screen par Vishal ka naam jagmaga utha aur uski call aa gai. Ayesha ne kaampte haathon se phone uthaakar kaan se lagaya.
Vishal: "Ayesha ji... aapse ek baat karni thhi."
Ayesha: "Kya baat hai Vishal?"
Vishal: "Kya aap annexe aane se pehle saree pehen sakti hain?"
Ayesha ne ghabraakar fauran jhooth bol diya, "Nahi... mere paas abhi yahan koi saree nahi hai."
(Par man hi man Ayesha ka kaleja kaamp utha—'Hey ,.'! Iski to neeyat hi kharaab hai... seedha saree utarwaane ka iraada hai iska! Isko meri nangi kamar, pet aur naabhi dekhni hai... din-ba-din is darinde ki maangein badhti hi ja rahi hain.')
Vishal: "Chalo koi baat nahi... saree nahi hai to lehenga-choli pehen lena. Aur haan... andar maroon rang ki bra aur panty hi pehenna. Hai na aapke paas? Agar nahi hai to bolo, mein abhi kisi naukar ke haath aapke kamre mein bhijwa deta hoon."
Ayesha ekdam se hadbadaakar boleen, "Nahi-nahi! Bilkul nahi... hai mere paas!"
Vishal: "Achha, please lehenga neeche baandhna. Mein choli aur lehenge ke beech aapka nanga pet dekhna chahta hoon. Saree to aap pehen nahi raheen, aise hi meri tamanna poori kar do."
Ayesha (man mein): "Yeh nahi sudhrega, har time demand badhti hi ja rahi hai. Ab isko mera nanga pet dekhna hai."
Vishal: "Achha, ek aur baat... neeche se sab achhi tarah saaf kar lena. Mujhe ekdam chikni aur saaf jagah pasand hai, samjhe?"
Ayesha: "Please Vishal ji... haath jodti hoon, aisi ashleel baatein mat कीजिए (kijiye) mujhse..."
Vishal: "Achha, apna waada yaad rakhna... aapko aana zaroor hai annexe mein. Aur haan, aaj mein aapko wahan ek majboor Maa ke roop mein nahi, balki apni premika ke roop mein dekhna chahta hoon. Wahi naaz, wahi nakhre, aur chehre par wahi haseen muskuraahat honi chahiye... jaisi kal raat thhi."
Ayesha ke honth sukha gaye, wah khaamoshi se sunte raheen.
Vishal: "Aur ek baat yaad rahe Ayesha ji... aaj aapki mulaqaat chhote Vishal se hogi. Yeh bas naam ka hi chhota hai, kaam iske bade-badon ko paani pilaane wale hain. Video to aapne abhi tak dekh hi liya hoga? Use dekhne ke baad delete zaroor kar dena... warna agar kisi ke galat haath mein pad gai, to aapki aur Saima ki museebat bahut badh sakti hai."
Call kat gai.
Ayesha ne kaampte haathon se dobaara WhatsApp khola aur wahi video play kiya. Jaise hi screen par Vishal ka wo daitya roopi, ufna hua ang ubhra, Ayesha ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayeen. Unka dimaag is khaufnaak manzar ko sah nahi paa raha tha.
'Hey ,.'... kya mein itne vishaalkay ang ko sahan kar paungi? Kitna bhayanak aur mota hai yeh... mere shauhar ka to isse poore 4 inch chhota hoga. Yeh to mujhe andar tak cheerkar rakh dega...'
Sochte-sochte achanak Ayesha ko apni panty mein ek teekhi, chipchipi nami ka ahsaas hua.
Kaamukta ki ek aisi lahar daudi jisne unki poori aaya-panty ko geela kar diya tha. Us khaufnaak manzar ko dekhkar unka shareer anjaane mein hi vaasana ki aag mein sulag utha tha.
Ayesha ne ghabraakar turant poora video delete kar diya. Unka seena tezi se oopar-neeche ho raha tha.
',.' raham kare... abhi sirf kuchh second ke liye us video ko dekha hai aur mera yeh behaya shareer bagaawat karne laga hai! Meri jaanghon ke beech yeh kaisi aag bhadak uthi hai?'
Abhi mein annexe ke kamra number 3 ke andar ghusne hi wala tha ki corridor mein 'takk-takk' ki aawaaz aayi. High heels ki aawaaz.
Ammi aa rahi thheen. Itni jaldi? Meri saansen atak gayeen. Maine fauran almari ke andar chhalang lagayi aur darwaaza andar se bhida liya.
Maine darwaaze ki jhirri se apni aankh laga di. Mein almari ke andar apni dhadkanon ko control karne ki koshish kar raha tha aur aankhein phaade dekh raha tha. Andar AC ki thandak thhi, par mere maathe par paseena tha.
Ammi andar aayeen aur darwaaze ko halke se bhida diya.
Andar aate hi unhone apna bhaari, gold-work wala clutch bed par laaparvaahi se phenk diya… thap…..
Phir unhone apne gale se wo sunahra, bhaari dupatta kheencha. Jaise hi wo kapda unke jism se hata, unka kasa hua badan aur khul kar saamne aa gaya. Unhone dupatta ko bhi bed par gira diya.
Unhone apna phone nikaala, ungliyaan tezi se screen par chalne lageen— koi message type kiya. Bhejte hi unke chehre par ek aisi naughty aur shaitaani muskuraahat aayi jo maine aaj tak unke chehre par nahi dekhi thhi. Wah muskuraahat ek Maa ki nahi, ek premika ki thhi. Phir unhone phone ko side table par rakh diya.
Wah aahista se chalti hui mirror ke saamne aayeen, jo theek meri almari ke saamne tha. Unhone light on nahi ki, khidki se aati halki roshni unke jism ke curves ko highlight karne ke liye kaafi thhi.
Unhone khud ko mirror mein dekha. Unke baal ek tight, complex 'jooda' mein bandhe hue the. Lekin function ki bhaag-daud ki वजह (wajah) se kuchh lataein nikal kar unki gardan par gir rahi thheen. Gardan bilkul nangi aur lambi lag rahi thhi, aur wo bikhre hue baal us safed skin par kisi kaale saamp ki tarah lag rahe the.
Mera gala sukha gaya jab maine unhein bagal se dekha. Unhone gahre sunahre rang ki designer georgette ki choli pehen rakhi thhi, jo saree ke blouse jaisi lag rahi thhi. Kyunki Ammi ne dupatta utaar diya tha, mein unke nange gore pet ko saaf dekh paa raha tha.
Lekin sabse zyaada madhosh kar dene wali baat uski kasi hui fitting thhi—kapda unki deha se is qadar chipka hua tha jaise unki jismani banaavat ko nikhaarne ke liye hi taraasha gaya ho.
Wah choli unke bhare hue, gore urojon par bilkul kaskar chipki hui thhi. Choli ka maheen kapda unke kaamuk ubhaaron par itna tang tha ki lag raha tha abhi charmaraakar phat jaayega. Unke bhaari vakshasthal ka ek-ek sudaul aakaar us kheenche hue kapde ke paar saaf chhankar jhalak raha tha.
Har ek mod par wo choli unke ubhre hue roop ko is tarah kaskar jakde hue thhi ki seene ki har saans ke saath kapde ka ek-ek dhaaga kheench jaata. Peeche ki taraf dori bas naam ki thhi, jiski wajah se unki makhamali gori peeth ka bada hissa khula hua jhaank raha tha. Us chust kapde mein dhali unki dhalaan dekhkar hi mere halaq mein kaante se ug aaye the.
Phir unhone sheeshe mein dekhte hue, apne dono haath apne seene ke neeche rakhe aur bade aaram se, bas ek second ke liye, apne bhare hue breasts ko apni hatheliyon se neeche se sahaara diya aur halka sa oopar uthaya—jaise wah choli ke andar inbuilt bra ko adjust kar rahi hon taaki ve perfect jagah par aa jaayen aur us tight choli mein aur bhi achhe lagein.
Bas wo chhota sa adjustment... jab unka wo bhara hua vazan unke haathon mein thoda sa hila aur phir waapas apni jagah par set ho gaya... usne mujhe hila kar rakh diya.
Mere dimaag ne kaam karna band kar diya tha. Yeh ek maamooli si harkat thhi—har aurat apne kapde theek karti hai. Lekin apni Maa ko... Ammi ko... aise akele mein apne undergarments adjust karte hue dekhna, unhein apne hi jism ko aise pakadte hue dekhna... yeh mere liye kisi bhi nangi tasveer se zyaada powerful tha.
Mujhe laga jaise maine koi bahut badi chori kar li hai, koi bahut bada gunaah dekh liya hai. Lekin mein apni nazarein hata nahi paaya. Mera jism akad gaya tha, aur wo nazaara meri aankhon mein chhap gaya.
Choli ka gala kaafi deep tha, jisse unki cleavage ki gahri ghaati jhalak rahi thhi. Wahan wo bhaari, jadaau necklace latak raha tha. Jab wo mirror ke kareeb jhukeen, to gravity ki wajah se unke breasts aur bhi heavy aur round lagne lage.
Wo choli ke gale ko thoda set kar rahi thheen taaki unki cleavage aur prominent dikhe.
Phir wah sheeshe ke saamne side-pose lekar khadi ho gayeen. Choli aur lehenge ke beech bahut saara gap tha, jiski wajah se unki naabhi aur unka nanga pet poora dikh raha tha.
Bagal se dekhne par, us chust choli ke theek neeche unke ubhre hue koolhon ka dhalaav ek behad sudaul aur kasi hui golai jaisa nazar aa raha tha.
Unhone aaine ki taraf thoda jhukkar apni lipstick jaanchi. Wah 'muted berry' shade unke gore, damakte chehre par qayaamat dha raha tha.
Unhone apni chhoti ungli se hothon ke kinaare ko halke se saheja, dono rasiile hothon ko aapash mein bheenchte hue dheere se ragda, aur phir sheeshe mein dekhte hue ek kaatilaana pout banaya—jisse unke honth aur bhi ubhre hue aur aamantran dete nazar aane lage.
Wah khud ko nihaar rahi thheen, jaise jaanti hon ki wo kitni 'maal' lag rahi hain. Unki body language mein ek aisi vanity thhi jo behad erotic thhi. Wah taiyaar thheen - Vishal se chudne ke liye..aur yeh khayaal aate hi mein pata nahi kyun gamgeen ho gaya.
Ayesha (apne aap ko dekhte hue):
"Kaise taiyaar hui hoon mein! Saima ko bachaane ke liye kya-kya nahi karna pad raha hai mujhe, ab sab kuchh muskuraakar sahna hoga. Kya kaha tha usne... premika lagni chahiye. Koi bhi mujhe aise dekhega, to yehi sochega jaise mein mari ja rahi hoon usse milne ke liye."
Sheeshe mein apna yeh roop dekhkar Ayesha ka dil zoron se dhadak utha. Choli aur lehenge ke beech ka khaalipan unki har saans ke saath ubhta aur dhansa saaf nazar aa raha tha. Unhone gahre saans li, jisse unki naabhi par bana halka sa gaddha aur gahra ho gaya, aur choli ka tang kapda unke ur-sthal ke ubhaar ko aur kasne laga. Apne hi jism ko is tarah se dekhne ki aadat unhein kabhi nahi rahi thhi.
Ayesha ki paak aur dhaki hui chhavi, jo hamesha dheele-dhaale kapdon aur badi chaadaron ke peeche chhipi rehti thhi, aaj sheeshe ke saamne poori tarah benaqaab ho chuki thhi.
Unki nazarein dheere-dheere sheeshe mein khud ke aks se phisalkar apni naabhi aur kamar ki us gori sangat par thamein, jo sunahri choli ki chamak mein aur bhi nikhar rahi thhi. Man hi man glaani aur ek ajeeb si bebasi ki lahar daud gai, par saath hi jism ki is garmaahat aur is ughaad ne unke bheetar ek anjaan si siharan bhi bhar di thhi. Unhein lag raha tha jaise kamre mein maujood Vishal ki har takataki unke nange pet par jalte hue nishaan chhor rahi ho.
Unhone jhijhakte hue dupatta uthaane ke liye haath badhaya hi tha ki Vishal ki wo baatein unke zahan mein goonj utheen. Usne saaf kaha tha—wah unhein ek tadapti hui premika ke roop mein dekhna chahta tha. Dupatte ko waheen chhor, unhone ek baar phir sheeshe ki taraf dekha. Apni hi bebaak khoobsurati ka yeh naya roop dekhkar unki saansen aur bhaari ho gayeen, aur unhone dheere se apni ungliyon ko us gahre naabhi ke kinaare phera, maano apni hi badalti neeyat aur majboori par muhar laga rahi hon.
Tabhi darwaaze par halki si aahat hui. Ammi fauran saavdhaan ho gayeen. Unhone sheeshe ke saamne se hatkar darwaaze ki taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si besabri aur anjaana sa dar saaf jhalak raha tha.
Unhone jaldi se apne haathon ko apni choli aur lehenge ke beech ke us nange hisse par rakha, jaise khud ko dhankne ki naakaam koshish kar rahi hon. Unki saansen tez ho gayi thheen aur chhaati tezi se oopar-neeche hone lagi thhi, jisse us tang choli ke andar unka ubhaar aur bhi betaab sa nazar aa raha tha. Kamre ki hawa achanak se bhaari aur garam mehsoos hone lagi.
Darwaaza dheere se khula aur Vishal andar aaya. Usne andar aate hi sabse pehle darwaaze ko lock kiya. ‘Khatak!’ Wah aawaaz mere kaanon mein kisi goli ki tarah lagi. Ab koi andar nahi aa sakta tha, aur mein… mein ab poori tarah se qaid tha. Phir Vishal ki nazar Ammi par padi.
Uski aankhein Ammi ke us bebaak roop ko dekhte hi thithak gayeen. Lehenge aur tang choli ke beech unka ughda hua gora pet, gahri naabhi aur beparda nikharte kamar dekhkar uski saansen pal bhar ke liye tham si gayeen. Uski nazarein Ammi ke chehre se neeche phisalti hui unki naabhi par aakar tik gayeen, maano wah har ek ubhaar aur mod ko apni aankhon mein samet lena chahta ho.
Ammi Vishal ki is seedhi aur gahri takataki se asahaj ho gayeen. Unhone jhijhakte hue apni hatheliyon ko apne nange pet par rakhne ki naakaam koshish ki, lekin Vishal ki aankhon mein chhaai hawas aur deewangi dekhkar unki kaampti hui saansen aur bhaari ho gayeen.
"Bada waqt laga diya aane mein?" Ammi ne halke gusse ka naatak karte hue kaha, par unke hothon par ek sharmeeli muskuraahat khel rahi thhi.
"Mein kab se yahan akele bore ho rahi thhi."
Ayesha par man hi man wah khud ko samjha rahi thheen ki ab unhein kisi bhi haal mein ek premika ka roop dhaaran karna hi hoga.
Vishal dheere-dheere chalta hua unke paas aaya, uski nazarein Ammi ke tight choli mein qaid jism par chipki hui thheen.
"Intazaar ka phal meetha hota hai, jaan," usne ek husky aawaaz mein kaha aur Ammi ke bilkul kareeb aakar ruk gaya. "Aur aaj to phal kuchh zyaada hi riseela lag raha hai."
Ammi ne halke se uske seene par dhakka diya, "Hato… baatein mat banaao." Lekin Vishal ne unka haath pakad liya aur jhatke se unhein apni taraf kheencha. Ammi seedha aakar uske seene se takraayeen.
"Baatein nahi..." Vishal ne jhuk kar unke kaan mein phusphusaya, "aaj to bas kaam hoga." Aur isse pehle ki Ammi kuchh keh paateen, Vishal ne unke chehre ko apne dono haathon mein jakad liya aur unke hothon par toot pada.
Wah koi maamooli kiss nahi tha. Wah ek hamla tha. Maine almari ki jhirri se dekha ki kaise Vishal ne Ammi ke narm, gulaabi hothon ko apne munh mein bhar liya. Wah unhein choos raha tha, kaat raha tha. Ammi ne pehle thoda virodh kiya, par agle hi pal unhone apni baahein Vishal ki gardan mein daal deen.
Mein saaf dekh sakta tha ki unke munh khule hue the aur unki raseeli zabaanein ek-doosre mein boori tarah ulajh rahi thheen. Sannaate mein unke choumban ki geeli 'chap-chap' ki aawaazein almari ke band kiwaadon ke paar tak saaf aa rahi thheen.
Ammi ki wah 'muted berry' lipstick ab bahakkar Vishal ke hothon aur gaalon par phail chuki thhi. Ammi ka dimaag poori tarah sunn pad chuka tha—wah us beqaaboo, pyaasi choumban mein apni sudh-budh khokar poori tarah samaai hui thheen.
Vishal ke haath beqaaboo hokar raeng rahe the. Ammi ke hothon ko junooni gahrai se choomte hue uske chaude, garam haath unki nangi, makhamali peeth par bejhijhak phisalne lage. Ungliyon ka wah chhoohan Ammi ki reedh mein ek meethi si siharan dauda jaata.
Kabhi uski ungliyaan bhatakte hue un patli reshami doriyon par jaakar thehar jaateen, jo us chust choli ko Ammi ke vaksh par sanbhaale hue thheen—maano agle hi pal unhein ek jhatke mein dheela kar dene ki betaabi ho.
Us sparsh ne bhi Ammi ko paagal kar diya. Unki reedh ki haddi mein ek current sa daud gaya. Unhone 'hoom' karke uske munh mein hi ek madhosh siski bhari, aur apni peeth ko kamaan ki tarah modte hue khud ko peeche dhakella, taaki wo Vishal ke haath ki us sakht pakad ko aur zyaada mehsoos kar sakein.
Vishal ke haath unki naazuk kamar ki dhalaan se phisalte hue neeche utre aur seedha Ammi ki ubhri hui gaand par aa thahre. Shuru mein usne koi zor nahi lagaya. Usne bas apni garam hatheliyaan unke bhaari pichhwaade par halke se tika deen, unki garmi ko sokhne ke liye. Phir, usne apni hatheliyon ko unke narm koolhon par chhote-chhote gol daayron mein ghumaana shuru kiya.
Jaise-jaise Vishal ke haath unki golai par gol-gol ghoom rahe the, lehenga ka georgette ka kapda bhi Ammi ke bums par uske saath movement kar raha tha. Jab Vishal ki hatheli circular motion mein ghoomti, to kapde mein halki silvatein padteen aur phir wo waapas skin par tan jaata.
Aur phir, us gahrai aur narmi ne use paagal kar diya. Usne circles banaana band kiya aur achanak apne panje kase. Usne unke dono narm, bhare hue koolhon ko apni mutthiyon mein bhara aur poori taaqat se unhein masal diya, unki narmi ko apni ungliyon ke beech boori tarah dabte hue.
“Ummm!" Ammi ki siski nikal gayi aur Vishal ke munh mein kahin khogayi.
Achanak Vishal ne kiss toda aur Ammi ko kandhon se pakad kar ghuma diya. Ab Ammi ki peeth Vishal ki taraf thhi aur wo waapas mirror ke saamne thheen. Mein almari se unka chehra mirror mein dekh sakta tha—wah laal tha, aankhein nasheeli ho chuki thheen aur honth sooje hue lag rahe the.
Vishal ne unhein peeche se hug kar liya aur apne dono haath Ammi ke sapaat pet par baandh liye. Usne apna chehra unke kaan ke paas laaya aur mirror mein unki aankhon mein jhaankte hue bhaari aawaaz mein kaha, "Tumhein andaaza bhi hai tum aaj kitni sexy lag rahi ho, Ayesha? Kasam se, tumhein mirror mein dekh kar hi mera dimaag kharaab ho raha hai."
Maine dekha ki Vishal ne apna pelvis Ammi ke pichhwaade par 'press' kiya. Ammi ko fauran mehsoos hua ki Vishal kitna hard hai aur wo unke pichhwaade mein chhubh raha hai. Unhone ek gahri saans li, apni aankhein band kar leen aur apna sar peeche Vishal ke kandhe par gira diya.
"Ufff... Vishal..." Ammi ne masti bhare andaaz mein, aankhein band karke kaha. "Zabaan se to badi meethi baatein kar rahe ho... par tumhare neeche yeh jo sakhti chhubh rahi hai, wo to kuchh aur hi khatarnaak iraade bata rahi hai."
Vishal ne halke se hans kar unki gardan par kiss kiya aur whisper kiya, "Khatra to hai, jaan... par tum dar to nahi raheen?" Ammi ne ek kaatilaana muskuraahat ke saath apni hips ko peeche ki taraf dhakella, us ubhaar ko ragadte hue, aur dheere se booleen, "Dar nahi lag raha... bas soch rahi hoon ki kya tumhara yeh 'gussa' aaj meri bardaasht ke baahar to nahi ho jaayega?"
Vishal ne Ammi ke us sharaarati jawaab par bas ek gahri, sexy muskuraahat di. Usne apne haath unke pet se hata kar oopar unki chhaati ki taraf badhaaye aur unke breasts ko chhoote hue, uski ungliyaan unke gale mein pade us bhaari-bharakam 'kundan' necklace par ruk gayeen.
"Gussa to baad mein dikhaunga," Vishal ne dheere se kaha, "pehle un cheezon ko hata doon jo mere aur tumhare jism ke beech aa rahi hain." Ammi ne mirror mein dekhte hue apni gardan thodi jhuka di, jaise wo ijaazat de raheen hon.
Vishal ne bade aaram se us necklace ka hook peeche se khola. Ek halki si 'click' hui, aur wo laakhon ka haar Ammi ke gale se utar gaya. Vishal ne use bina dekhe side mein dressing table par phenk diya.
Ab Ammi ki lambi, gori gardan aur unka deep cleavage bilkul nanga aur aazaad tha. Vishal ne dobaara unhein peeche se jakda. Is baar usne apne honth seedha unki nangi gardan aur shoulder-bone ke beech rakhe. Usne wahan ki narm skin ko pehle apni naak se soongha, aur phir ek lambi, geeli kiss kiya.
"Aahhh..." Ammi ke munh se ek madhosh siski nikal gayi.
Lekin is baar Vishal ke haath rukne wale nahi the. Uski hatheliyaan Ammi ke kandhon se phisalti hui aage aayeen aur seedha unke bhare hue, kase hue breasts par aa gayeen. Mein almari se saaf dekh sakta tha—Vishal ke bade-bade panjon ne Ammi ke dono breasts ko choli ke oopar se hi poori tarah 'cup' kar liya tha.
Usne pehle unke vazan ko halke se taola, apne haathon mein unki bhaari golai ko mehsoos kiya.
"Ufff... Ayesha..." Vishal ne mirror mein unke seene ko ghoorte hue kaha. "Lagta hai yeh andar ghutan mehsoos kar rahe hain... aaj kuchh zyaada hi bade aur kase hue lag rahe hain." Ammi ne sharm aur maze se apni aankhein band kar leen.
Aur tabhi, Vishal ne apni ungliyaan kaseen aur unke narm, bhare hue breasts ko be-rahmi se dabaana shuru kar diya. Wah unhein aate ke gole ki tarah masal raha tha. Choli ka kapda unke nipples par kheench raha tha, aur Ammi ki saansen tez ho gayi thheen. Wah har dabaav ke saath apni peeth peeche Vishal ke seene par ragad rahi thheen.
"Vishal... aahhh... dheere..." Ammi haanfti hui booleen, par unhone apne haath Vishal ke haathon ke oopar rakh diye, jaise wo chaahti hon ki wo aur zor se dabaaye.
Kuchh der tak unke mammon ke saath khelne ke baad, Vishal ne aakhirkaar apne haath wahan se hataye aur unki peeth par le gaya.
Usne ek pal ke liye apni ungliyon se us dori ki banaavat ko mehsoos kiya, jaise wah us baareek gaanth ko suljhaane ka sahi tareeqa samajh raha ho. Uski garam saansen unki gardan ke pichhle hisse par pad rahi thheen, jisse unki reedh ki haddi mein ek halki si siharan daud gai.
"Taiyaar ho?" Vishal ne mirror mein Ammi ki aankhon mein dekhte hue poochha, jabki Ammi abhi bhi us breast-massage ke nasheeli asar mein thhi.
"Mein is wrapper ko kholne ja raha hoon." Ammi ne sharm aur excitement mein apne honth kaat liye aur dheere se sar hilaya.
Phir dheere se, bina kisi jaldbaaji ke, usne dori ke dono siron ko apni ungliyon mein pakda aur ek halke se kheendaav ke saath gaanth khol di. Kapda pal bhar mein dheela padkar aage ki oor sarak gaya, aur kamre ki khaamoshi mein unki tez hoti saanson ki aawaaz aur bhi saaf sunai dene lagi.
Vishal ke haath ab bina kisi rukaawat ke unki nangi peeth par oopar-neeche tairne lage. Uski hatheliyon ki garmaahat aur twacha ka yeh seedha ahsaas unke poore shareer mein ek ajeeb si bechaini aur meetha kheendaav paida kar raha tha.
"Vishal..." Unke hothon se ek dheemi, kaampti hui phusphusaahat nikli, jismein ek taraf hichkichaahat thhi to doosri taraf aage badhne ki anakhi izaazat.
Usne koi jawaab nahi diya, bas apni ungliyon ka dabaav thoda badha diya aur dheere-dheere jhukte hue apni thodhi ko unki nangi peeth ke nichle hisse par tika diya, jisse unki dhadkanein aur tez ho gayeen.
Mere saamne, almari ki jhirri se, Ammi ki lambi peeth inch-dar-inch nangi hone lagi aur unki gori skin expose hone lagi. Vishal ne apne dono haath Ammi ke kandhon par rakhe aur choli ko halke se dhakka diya.
Vishal ke dhakka dete hi, wo bhaari designer choli unke smooth kandhon se sarakti hui neeche phisal gayi. Wah zameen par nahi giri, balki unki kohniyon par aakar atak gayi. Ammi ne saamne se choli ko apne seene se chipka rakha tha, lekin peeche se unki poori peeth aur kandhe ab bilkul nange ho gaye the.
Mein almari ke andar se unki smooth, doodh jaisi safed peeth dekh sakta tha.
Mera dimaag bhanna gaya. Bachpan se lekar aaj tak, maine Ammi ko hamesha 'izzatdaar' kapdon mein, poori tarah dhaka hua dekha tha. Unki peeth, unki kamar... yeh sab mere liye 'forbidden' ilaake the.
Lekin aaj... aaj wo saara parda hat gaya tha. Unki gori skin ….. Mera andar ek ajeeb si jang shuru ho gayi thhi. Ek taraf beta hone ka naata tha jo cheekh-cheekh kar keh raha tha ki 'aankhein band kar le, yeh paap hai!'... lekin doosri taraf ek ajeeb si hawas thhi jo us nazaare ko peene ke liye tadap rahi thhi.
Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki yeh wahi paakeeza Ammi hain. Yeh aurat... yeh 'Ayesha'... yeh sirf aur sirf Vishal ke liye taiyaar hokar aayi thhi. Yeh khayaal mujhe andar se jala raha tha—gusse se bhi, aur jalan se bhi.
Mera gala sukhar kar kaanta ho gaya tha. Mein chahta tha ki mein wahan se bhaag jaaoon, par mein wo bhi kar nahi sakta tha. Mujhe ghin aani chahiye thhi, par sach to yeh tha ki... mein fascinate ho raha tha. Mein apni hi Maa ko ek 'aurat' ki nazar se dekh raha tha, aur wo nazaara behad haseen aur ganda tha.
Vishal ne jhuk kar unki nangi peeth par ek kiss kiya aur phir apni garam hatheli unki nangi skin par pherte hue bola: "Wah... kya skin hai Ayesha... makkhan bhi sharma jaaye."
Vishal ki hatheliyon ki garmi aur uski saanson ki bhaap Ammi ki nangi peeth par ek nasha ban kar chha rahi thhi. Ammi ne apni aankhein band kar li thheen aur halke se apna sar peeche ki taraf jhuka diya, taaki wo Vishal ke kandhe par tik sakein.
"Ise poora utaar do," Vishal ne hukm diya, par uski aawaaz mein sakhti nahi, ek gahra nivedan tha.
Ammi ne dheere se apni baahein neeche ki taraf seedhi keen. Jo choli unki kohniyon par atki hui thhi, wo phisalkar zameen par gir gayi. Sirrrppp... kapde ke girne ki aawaaz sannaate mein goonji.
Ammi ab lehenge mein sheeshe ke saamne khadi thheen. Neeche unka wah bhaari, ghere-daar 'ivory lehenga' unki kamar par kasa hua tha, jo unke hips ke shape ko perfect dikha raha tha.
Ammi ne apna lehenga apni kamar par kaafi neeche (low-waist) baandha hua tha, bilkul unki hips ki haddi par. Is वजह (wajah) se unka lomba, gora midriff (pet ka hissa) poori tarah se expose ho raha tha. Mein almari ki jhirri se sheeshe mein saaf dekh sakta tha—unka pet bilkul sapaat aur narm tha. Aur us sapaat pet ke beechon-beech... unki wah gahri, gol naabhi saaf chamak rahi thhi.
Wo naabhi kisi chhote se kuyein ki tarah gahri lag rahi thhi. Aas-paas ki skin makkhan ki tarah chikni thhi. Jab wo tez saansen le rahi thheen, to unka pet andar-baahar ho raha tha, aur wo naabhi bhi uske saath halke se hil rahi thhi—kabhi sikudti, kabhi phailti. Vishal, jo unke peeche khada tha, uski nazar bhi seedha mirror mein unki naabhi par gayi.
"Tumhari yeh navel.." Vishal ne peeche se jhuk kar, apna ek haath unke pet par rakha. Uski ungli seedha unki gahri naabhi ke andar chali gayi.
"Ismein to jaan basti hai meri." Ammi ne mirror mein dekhte hue ek madhosh siski li, "Aahhh..." Jab Vishal ne apni ungli unki naabhi ke andar ghumayi.
Yeh dekh kar mera gala sukha gaya. Meri Maa ki naabhi... jise aaj tak maine kabhi dhang se dekha bhi nahi tha... aaj wo mere saamne mirror mein itni clear thhi, aur ek gair-mard uske saath khel raha tha.
Jaise hi unhone kamre mein kadam rakha, saamne baithi unki Maa (Naani) ki nazar turant unke damakte aur laal pad chuke chehre par padi.
"Are Ayesha! Kya hua tujhe? Tera chehra itna laal kyun pad raha hai?" Naani ne fikr jataate hue poochha.
Ayesha ne ghabraakar apni ukhadti saanson ko sambhaala aur jaldi se bahaana banaate hue kaha, "Are Ammi... kuchh nahi, shayad yeh yahan ki bhayankar garmi ki wajah se hai. Mujhe to Delhi ki is umas bhari garmi ki aadat hi nahi rahi na..."
Lekin apne man hi man Ayesha phusphusaakar boleen, 'Ammi, ab aapko kya bataoon ki chehra garmi se nahi, us Delhi wale Vishal ke haathon ki bhayankar garmi ki wajah se tap raha hai! Saale ne itni berahmi aur zor se mere mammon ko dabocha tha ki kapdon ke neeche abhi tak meetha-meetha dard teeshein maar raha hai...'
Ayesha apne kamre ke ek kone mein khadi hokar sochne lageen. Unka dimaag tezi se daud raha tha ki kisi tarah is museebat se baahar nikalne ka rasta mil jaaye.
'Ab kya bahaana banaoon? Us annexe wale kamre ki mulaqaat se kaise bachoon?' Unhone apni kaampti ungliyon se apni thuddi ko chhoo'a, jahan abhi bhi Vishal ki chhoohan ka ahsaas baaki tha.
'Agar mein wahan gai... to aaj meri khair nahi. Kitna behaya hai wo ladka! Kaise sareaam aur kitni besharmi se keh raha tha ki poora nanga karega... zara sa bhi deen-eemaan ya lihaaj nahi bacha hai uska. Soch Ayesha, kuchh to soch! Kya karoon?'
Unhein samajh nahi aa raha tha ki is daldal se kaise niklein.
'Kya sach mein migraine aur beemaari ka dhong rachkar kamre mein hi padi rahoon? Ya kisi aur cheez ka bahaana banaoon? Par agar wo nahi maana to? Aur madad... madad kisse maangoon? Kisi se kuchh keh bhi to nahi sakti, khud apni hi izzat ka janaaza nikal jaayega.'
Sawaalon aur khauf ke isi bavandar mein ghiri, apni ghabraahat ko chhupaane ke liye wo jhatpat bathroom mein ghus gayeen aur andar se kundi band kar li.
Tabhi Ayesha ke mobile ki screen jagmagai aur WhatsApp par ek video message aaya. Ayesha ne jaise hi play button par click kiya, unke pairon tale zameen khisak gai—unki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayeen.
Screen par Saima bina kapdon ke, poori tarah nangi baithi hui thhi. Aur uske kaampte, naazuk haathon mein Vishal ka wo 10 inch ka mota lund tha, jise usne kaskar thaam rakha tha.
Ayesha ka dimaag sunn reh gaya. Ve gahri saansen leeti hui man hi man badbadayeen, 'Hey ,.'! Saima bhi kitni jhoothi aur makkaar nikli... mujhse ro-rokar keh rahi thhi ki bas kuchh tasveerein hain uske paas! Yeh nahi bataya ki wo is had tak gir chuki hai aur is darinde ke aage apni izzat neelaam kar chuki hai!'
Video dekhkar Ayesha ke poore jism mein ek khaufnaak siharan daud gai.
'Ab zaroor is Vishal ki koi nai aur ghinauni demand hogi... tabhi usne yeh video mujhe bheja hai. Mein kya karoon? Waise hi jab bhi mein us ladke ke paas jaati hoon, mera yeh behaya shareer mera saath dena band kar deta hai, iski chhoohan ke aage pighal jaata hai... aur Saima ki yeh ghatia harkat! Ab mein is blackmailer se apni Saima ko kaise bachaoon?'
Tabhi Ayesha ke phone ki screen par Vishal ka naam jagmaga utha aur uski call aa gai. Ayesha ne kaampte haathon se phone uthaakar kaan se lagaya.
Vishal: "Ayesha ji... aapse ek baat karni thhi."
Ayesha: "Kya baat hai Vishal?"
Vishal: "Kya aap annexe aane se pehle saree pehen sakti hain?"
Ayesha ne ghabraakar fauran jhooth bol diya, "Nahi... mere paas abhi yahan koi saree nahi hai."
(Par man hi man Ayesha ka kaleja kaamp utha—'Hey ,.'! Iski to neeyat hi kharaab hai... seedha saree utarwaane ka iraada hai iska! Isko meri nangi kamar, pet aur naabhi dekhni hai... din-ba-din is darinde ki maangein badhti hi ja rahi hain.')
Vishal: "Chalo koi baat nahi... saree nahi hai to lehenga-choli pehen lena. Aur haan... andar maroon rang ki bra aur panty hi pehenna. Hai na aapke paas? Agar nahi hai to bolo, mein abhi kisi naukar ke haath aapke kamre mein bhijwa deta hoon."
Ayesha ekdam se hadbadaakar boleen, "Nahi-nahi! Bilkul nahi... hai mere paas!"
Vishal: "Achha, please lehenga neeche baandhna. Mein choli aur lehenge ke beech aapka nanga pet dekhna chahta hoon. Saree to aap pehen nahi raheen, aise hi meri tamanna poori kar do."
Ayesha (man mein): "Yeh nahi sudhrega, har time demand badhti hi ja rahi hai. Ab isko mera nanga pet dekhna hai."
Vishal: "Achha, ek aur baat... neeche se sab achhi tarah saaf kar lena. Mujhe ekdam chikni aur saaf jagah pasand hai, samjhe?"
Ayesha: "Please Vishal ji... haath jodti hoon, aisi ashleel baatein mat कीजिए (kijiye) mujhse..."
Vishal: "Achha, apna waada yaad rakhna... aapko aana zaroor hai annexe mein. Aur haan, aaj mein aapko wahan ek majboor Maa ke roop mein nahi, balki apni premika ke roop mein dekhna chahta hoon. Wahi naaz, wahi nakhre, aur chehre par wahi haseen muskuraahat honi chahiye... jaisi kal raat thhi."
Ayesha ke honth sukha gaye, wah khaamoshi se sunte raheen.
Vishal: "Aur ek baat yaad rahe Ayesha ji... aaj aapki mulaqaat chhote Vishal se hogi. Yeh bas naam ka hi chhota hai, kaam iske bade-badon ko paani pilaane wale hain. Video to aapne abhi tak dekh hi liya hoga? Use dekhne ke baad delete zaroor kar dena... warna agar kisi ke galat haath mein pad gai, to aapki aur Saima ki museebat bahut badh sakti hai."
Call kat gai.
Ayesha ne kaampte haathon se dobaara WhatsApp khola aur wahi video play kiya. Jaise hi screen par Vishal ka wo daitya roopi, ufna hua ang ubhra, Ayesha ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayeen. Unka dimaag is khaufnaak manzar ko sah nahi paa raha tha.
'Hey ,.'... kya mein itne vishaalkay ang ko sahan kar paungi? Kitna bhayanak aur mota hai yeh... mere shauhar ka to isse poore 4 inch chhota hoga. Yeh to mujhe andar tak cheerkar rakh dega...'
Sochte-sochte achanak Ayesha ko apni panty mein ek teekhi, chipchipi nami ka ahsaas hua.
Kaamukta ki ek aisi lahar daudi jisne unki poori aaya-panty ko geela kar diya tha. Us khaufnaak manzar ko dekhkar unka shareer anjaane mein hi vaasana ki aag mein sulag utha tha.
Ayesha ne ghabraakar turant poora video delete kar diya. Unka seena tezi se oopar-neeche ho raha tha.
',.' raham kare... abhi sirf kuchh second ke liye us video ko dekha hai aur mera yeh behaya shareer bagaawat karne laga hai! Meri jaanghon ke beech yeh kaisi aag bhadak uthi hai?'
Abhi mein annexe ke kamra number 3 ke andar ghusne hi wala tha ki corridor mein 'takk-takk' ki aawaaz aayi. High heels ki aawaaz.
Ammi aa rahi thheen. Itni jaldi? Meri saansen atak gayeen. Maine fauran almari ke andar chhalang lagayi aur darwaaza andar se bhida liya.
Maine darwaaze ki jhirri se apni aankh laga di. Mein almari ke andar apni dhadkanon ko control karne ki koshish kar raha tha aur aankhein phaade dekh raha tha. Andar AC ki thandak thhi, par mere maathe par paseena tha.
Ammi andar aayeen aur darwaaze ko halke se bhida diya.
Andar aate hi unhone apna bhaari, gold-work wala clutch bed par laaparvaahi se phenk diya… thap…..
Phir unhone apne gale se wo sunahra, bhaari dupatta kheencha. Jaise hi wo kapda unke jism se hata, unka kasa hua badan aur khul kar saamne aa gaya. Unhone dupatta ko bhi bed par gira diya.
Unhone apna phone nikaala, ungliyaan tezi se screen par chalne lageen— koi message type kiya. Bhejte hi unke chehre par ek aisi naughty aur shaitaani muskuraahat aayi jo maine aaj tak unke chehre par nahi dekhi thhi. Wah muskuraahat ek Maa ki nahi, ek premika ki thhi. Phir unhone phone ko side table par rakh diya.
Wah aahista se chalti hui mirror ke saamne aayeen, jo theek meri almari ke saamne tha. Unhone light on nahi ki, khidki se aati halki roshni unke jism ke curves ko highlight karne ke liye kaafi thhi.
Unhone khud ko mirror mein dekha. Unke baal ek tight, complex 'jooda' mein bandhe hue the. Lekin function ki bhaag-daud ki वजह (wajah) se kuchh lataein nikal kar unki gardan par gir rahi thheen. Gardan bilkul nangi aur lambi lag rahi thhi, aur wo bikhre hue baal us safed skin par kisi kaale saamp ki tarah lag rahe the.
Mera gala sukha gaya jab maine unhein bagal se dekha. Unhone gahre sunahre rang ki designer georgette ki choli pehen rakhi thhi, jo saree ke blouse jaisi lag rahi thhi. Kyunki Ammi ne dupatta utaar diya tha, mein unke nange gore pet ko saaf dekh paa raha tha.
Lekin sabse zyaada madhosh kar dene wali baat uski kasi hui fitting thhi—kapda unki deha se is qadar chipka hua tha jaise unki jismani banaavat ko nikhaarne ke liye hi taraasha gaya ho.
Wah choli unke bhare hue, gore urojon par bilkul kaskar chipki hui thhi. Choli ka maheen kapda unke kaamuk ubhaaron par itna tang tha ki lag raha tha abhi charmaraakar phat jaayega. Unke bhaari vakshasthal ka ek-ek sudaul aakaar us kheenche hue kapde ke paar saaf chhankar jhalak raha tha.
Har ek mod par wo choli unke ubhre hue roop ko is tarah kaskar jakde hue thhi ki seene ki har saans ke saath kapde ka ek-ek dhaaga kheench jaata. Peeche ki taraf dori bas naam ki thhi, jiski wajah se unki makhamali gori peeth ka bada hissa khula hua jhaank raha tha. Us chust kapde mein dhali unki dhalaan dekhkar hi mere halaq mein kaante se ug aaye the.
Phir unhone sheeshe mein dekhte hue, apne dono haath apne seene ke neeche rakhe aur bade aaram se, bas ek second ke liye, apne bhare hue breasts ko apni hatheliyon se neeche se sahaara diya aur halka sa oopar uthaya—jaise wah choli ke andar inbuilt bra ko adjust kar rahi hon taaki ve perfect jagah par aa jaayen aur us tight choli mein aur bhi achhe lagein.
Bas wo chhota sa adjustment... jab unka wo bhara hua vazan unke haathon mein thoda sa hila aur phir waapas apni jagah par set ho gaya... usne mujhe hila kar rakh diya.
Mere dimaag ne kaam karna band kar diya tha. Yeh ek maamooli si harkat thhi—har aurat apne kapde theek karti hai. Lekin apni Maa ko... Ammi ko... aise akele mein apne undergarments adjust karte hue dekhna, unhein apne hi jism ko aise pakadte hue dekhna... yeh mere liye kisi bhi nangi tasveer se zyaada powerful tha.
Mujhe laga jaise maine koi bahut badi chori kar li hai, koi bahut bada gunaah dekh liya hai. Lekin mein apni nazarein hata nahi paaya. Mera jism akad gaya tha, aur wo nazaara meri aankhon mein chhap gaya.
Choli ka gala kaafi deep tha, jisse unki cleavage ki gahri ghaati jhalak rahi thhi. Wahan wo bhaari, jadaau necklace latak raha tha. Jab wo mirror ke kareeb jhukeen, to gravity ki wajah se unke breasts aur bhi heavy aur round lagne lage.
Wo choli ke gale ko thoda set kar rahi thheen taaki unki cleavage aur prominent dikhe.
Phir wah sheeshe ke saamne side-pose lekar khadi ho gayeen. Choli aur lehenge ke beech bahut saara gap tha, jiski wajah se unki naabhi aur unka nanga pet poora dikh raha tha.
Bagal se dekhne par, us chust choli ke theek neeche unke ubhre hue koolhon ka dhalaav ek behad sudaul aur kasi hui golai jaisa nazar aa raha tha.
Unhone aaine ki taraf thoda jhukkar apni lipstick jaanchi. Wah 'muted berry' shade unke gore, damakte chehre par qayaamat dha raha tha.
Unhone apni chhoti ungli se hothon ke kinaare ko halke se saheja, dono rasiile hothon ko aapash mein bheenchte hue dheere se ragda, aur phir sheeshe mein dekhte hue ek kaatilaana pout banaya—jisse unke honth aur bhi ubhre hue aur aamantran dete nazar aane lage.
Wah khud ko nihaar rahi thheen, jaise jaanti hon ki wo kitni 'maal' lag rahi hain. Unki body language mein ek aisi vanity thhi jo behad erotic thhi. Wah taiyaar thheen - Vishal se chudne ke liye..aur yeh khayaal aate hi mein pata nahi kyun gamgeen ho gaya.
Ayesha (apne aap ko dekhte hue):
"Kaise taiyaar hui hoon mein! Saima ko bachaane ke liye kya-kya nahi karna pad raha hai mujhe, ab sab kuchh muskuraakar sahna hoga. Kya kaha tha usne... premika lagni chahiye. Koi bhi mujhe aise dekhega, to yehi sochega jaise mein mari ja rahi hoon usse milne ke liye."
Sheeshe mein apna yeh roop dekhkar Ayesha ka dil zoron se dhadak utha. Choli aur lehenge ke beech ka khaalipan unki har saans ke saath ubhta aur dhansa saaf nazar aa raha tha. Unhone gahre saans li, jisse unki naabhi par bana halka sa gaddha aur gahra ho gaya, aur choli ka tang kapda unke ur-sthal ke ubhaar ko aur kasne laga. Apne hi jism ko is tarah se dekhne ki aadat unhein kabhi nahi rahi thhi.
Ayesha ki paak aur dhaki hui chhavi, jo hamesha dheele-dhaale kapdon aur badi chaadaron ke peeche chhipi rehti thhi, aaj sheeshe ke saamne poori tarah benaqaab ho chuki thhi.
Unki nazarein dheere-dheere sheeshe mein khud ke aks se phisalkar apni naabhi aur kamar ki us gori sangat par thamein, jo sunahri choli ki chamak mein aur bhi nikhar rahi thhi. Man hi man glaani aur ek ajeeb si bebasi ki lahar daud gai, par saath hi jism ki is garmaahat aur is ughaad ne unke bheetar ek anjaan si siharan bhi bhar di thhi. Unhein lag raha tha jaise kamre mein maujood Vishal ki har takataki unke nange pet par jalte hue nishaan chhor rahi ho.
Unhone jhijhakte hue dupatta uthaane ke liye haath badhaya hi tha ki Vishal ki wo baatein unke zahan mein goonj utheen. Usne saaf kaha tha—wah unhein ek tadapti hui premika ke roop mein dekhna chahta tha. Dupatte ko waheen chhor, unhone ek baar phir sheeshe ki taraf dekha. Apni hi bebaak khoobsurati ka yeh naya roop dekhkar unki saansen aur bhaari ho gayeen, aur unhone dheere se apni ungliyon ko us gahre naabhi ke kinaare phera, maano apni hi badalti neeyat aur majboori par muhar laga rahi hon.
Tabhi darwaaze par halki si aahat hui. Ammi fauran saavdhaan ho gayeen. Unhone sheeshe ke saamne se hatkar darwaaze ki taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si besabri aur anjaana sa dar saaf jhalak raha tha.
Unhone jaldi se apne haathon ko apni choli aur lehenge ke beech ke us nange hisse par rakha, jaise khud ko dhankne ki naakaam koshish kar rahi hon. Unki saansen tez ho gayi thheen aur chhaati tezi se oopar-neeche hone lagi thhi, jisse us tang choli ke andar unka ubhaar aur bhi betaab sa nazar aa raha tha. Kamre ki hawa achanak se bhaari aur garam mehsoos hone lagi.
Darwaaza dheere se khula aur Vishal andar aaya. Usne andar aate hi sabse pehle darwaaze ko lock kiya. ‘Khatak!’ Wah aawaaz mere kaanon mein kisi goli ki tarah lagi. Ab koi andar nahi aa sakta tha, aur mein… mein ab poori tarah se qaid tha. Phir Vishal ki nazar Ammi par padi.
Uski aankhein Ammi ke us bebaak roop ko dekhte hi thithak gayeen. Lehenge aur tang choli ke beech unka ughda hua gora pet, gahri naabhi aur beparda nikharte kamar dekhkar uski saansen pal bhar ke liye tham si gayeen. Uski nazarein Ammi ke chehre se neeche phisalti hui unki naabhi par aakar tik gayeen, maano wah har ek ubhaar aur mod ko apni aankhon mein samet lena chahta ho.
Ammi Vishal ki is seedhi aur gahri takataki se asahaj ho gayeen. Unhone jhijhakte hue apni hatheliyon ko apne nange pet par rakhne ki naakaam koshish ki, lekin Vishal ki aankhon mein chhaai hawas aur deewangi dekhkar unki kaampti hui saansen aur bhaari ho gayeen.
"Bada waqt laga diya aane mein?" Ammi ne halke gusse ka naatak karte hue kaha, par unke hothon par ek sharmeeli muskuraahat khel rahi thhi.
"Mein kab se yahan akele bore ho rahi thhi."
Ayesha par man hi man wah khud ko samjha rahi thheen ki ab unhein kisi bhi haal mein ek premika ka roop dhaaran karna hi hoga.
Vishal dheere-dheere chalta hua unke paas aaya, uski nazarein Ammi ke tight choli mein qaid jism par chipki hui thheen.
"Intazaar ka phal meetha hota hai, jaan," usne ek husky aawaaz mein kaha aur Ammi ke bilkul kareeb aakar ruk gaya. "Aur aaj to phal kuchh zyaada hi riseela lag raha hai."
Ammi ne halke se uske seene par dhakka diya, "Hato… baatein mat banaao." Lekin Vishal ne unka haath pakad liya aur jhatke se unhein apni taraf kheencha. Ammi seedha aakar uske seene se takraayeen.
"Baatein nahi..." Vishal ne jhuk kar unke kaan mein phusphusaya, "aaj to bas kaam hoga." Aur isse pehle ki Ammi kuchh keh paateen, Vishal ne unke chehre ko apne dono haathon mein jakad liya aur unke hothon par toot pada.
Wah koi maamooli kiss nahi tha. Wah ek hamla tha. Maine almari ki jhirri se dekha ki kaise Vishal ne Ammi ke narm, gulaabi hothon ko apne munh mein bhar liya. Wah unhein choos raha tha, kaat raha tha. Ammi ne pehle thoda virodh kiya, par agle hi pal unhone apni baahein Vishal ki gardan mein daal deen.
Mein saaf dekh sakta tha ki unke munh khule hue the aur unki raseeli zabaanein ek-doosre mein boori tarah ulajh rahi thheen. Sannaate mein unke choumban ki geeli 'chap-chap' ki aawaazein almari ke band kiwaadon ke paar tak saaf aa rahi thheen.
Ammi ki wah 'muted berry' lipstick ab bahakkar Vishal ke hothon aur gaalon par phail chuki thhi. Ammi ka dimaag poori tarah sunn pad chuka tha—wah us beqaaboo, pyaasi choumban mein apni sudh-budh khokar poori tarah samaai hui thheen.
Vishal ke haath beqaaboo hokar raeng rahe the. Ammi ke hothon ko junooni gahrai se choomte hue uske chaude, garam haath unki nangi, makhamali peeth par bejhijhak phisalne lage. Ungliyon ka wah chhoohan Ammi ki reedh mein ek meethi si siharan dauda jaata.
Kabhi uski ungliyaan bhatakte hue un patli reshami doriyon par jaakar thehar jaateen, jo us chust choli ko Ammi ke vaksh par sanbhaale hue thheen—maano agle hi pal unhein ek jhatke mein dheela kar dene ki betaabi ho.
Us sparsh ne bhi Ammi ko paagal kar diya. Unki reedh ki haddi mein ek current sa daud gaya. Unhone 'hoom' karke uske munh mein hi ek madhosh siski bhari, aur apni peeth ko kamaan ki tarah modte hue khud ko peeche dhakella, taaki wo Vishal ke haath ki us sakht pakad ko aur zyaada mehsoos kar sakein.
Vishal ke haath unki naazuk kamar ki dhalaan se phisalte hue neeche utre aur seedha Ammi ki ubhri hui gaand par aa thahre. Shuru mein usne koi zor nahi lagaya. Usne bas apni garam hatheliyaan unke bhaari pichhwaade par halke se tika deen, unki garmi ko sokhne ke liye. Phir, usne apni hatheliyon ko unke narm koolhon par chhote-chhote gol daayron mein ghumaana shuru kiya.
Jaise-jaise Vishal ke haath unki golai par gol-gol ghoom rahe the, lehenga ka georgette ka kapda bhi Ammi ke bums par uske saath movement kar raha tha. Jab Vishal ki hatheli circular motion mein ghoomti, to kapde mein halki silvatein padteen aur phir wo waapas skin par tan jaata.
Aur phir, us gahrai aur narmi ne use paagal kar diya. Usne circles banaana band kiya aur achanak apne panje kase. Usne unke dono narm, bhare hue koolhon ko apni mutthiyon mein bhara aur poori taaqat se unhein masal diya, unki narmi ko apni ungliyon ke beech boori tarah dabte hue.
“Ummm!" Ammi ki siski nikal gayi aur Vishal ke munh mein kahin khogayi.
Achanak Vishal ne kiss toda aur Ammi ko kandhon se pakad kar ghuma diya. Ab Ammi ki peeth Vishal ki taraf thhi aur wo waapas mirror ke saamne thheen. Mein almari se unka chehra mirror mein dekh sakta tha—wah laal tha, aankhein nasheeli ho chuki thheen aur honth sooje hue lag rahe the.
Vishal ne unhein peeche se hug kar liya aur apne dono haath Ammi ke sapaat pet par baandh liye. Usne apna chehra unke kaan ke paas laaya aur mirror mein unki aankhon mein jhaankte hue bhaari aawaaz mein kaha, "Tumhein andaaza bhi hai tum aaj kitni sexy lag rahi ho, Ayesha? Kasam se, tumhein mirror mein dekh kar hi mera dimaag kharaab ho raha hai."
Maine dekha ki Vishal ne apna pelvis Ammi ke pichhwaade par 'press' kiya. Ammi ko fauran mehsoos hua ki Vishal kitna hard hai aur wo unke pichhwaade mein chhubh raha hai. Unhone ek gahri saans li, apni aankhein band kar leen aur apna sar peeche Vishal ke kandhe par gira diya.
"Ufff... Vishal..." Ammi ne masti bhare andaaz mein, aankhein band karke kaha. "Zabaan se to badi meethi baatein kar rahe ho... par tumhare neeche yeh jo sakhti chhubh rahi hai, wo to kuchh aur hi khatarnaak iraade bata rahi hai."
Vishal ne halke se hans kar unki gardan par kiss kiya aur whisper kiya, "Khatra to hai, jaan... par tum dar to nahi raheen?" Ammi ne ek kaatilaana muskuraahat ke saath apni hips ko peeche ki taraf dhakella, us ubhaar ko ragadte hue, aur dheere se booleen, "Dar nahi lag raha... bas soch rahi hoon ki kya tumhara yeh 'gussa' aaj meri bardaasht ke baahar to nahi ho jaayega?"
Vishal ne Ammi ke us sharaarati jawaab par bas ek gahri, sexy muskuraahat di. Usne apne haath unke pet se hata kar oopar unki chhaati ki taraf badhaaye aur unke breasts ko chhoote hue, uski ungliyaan unke gale mein pade us bhaari-bharakam 'kundan' necklace par ruk gayeen.
"Gussa to baad mein dikhaunga," Vishal ne dheere se kaha, "pehle un cheezon ko hata doon jo mere aur tumhare jism ke beech aa rahi hain." Ammi ne mirror mein dekhte hue apni gardan thodi jhuka di, jaise wo ijaazat de raheen hon.
Vishal ne bade aaram se us necklace ka hook peeche se khola. Ek halki si 'click' hui, aur wo laakhon ka haar Ammi ke gale se utar gaya. Vishal ne use bina dekhe side mein dressing table par phenk diya.
Ab Ammi ki lambi, gori gardan aur unka deep cleavage bilkul nanga aur aazaad tha. Vishal ne dobaara unhein peeche se jakda. Is baar usne apne honth seedha unki nangi gardan aur shoulder-bone ke beech rakhe. Usne wahan ki narm skin ko pehle apni naak se soongha, aur phir ek lambi, geeli kiss kiya.
"Aahhh..." Ammi ke munh se ek madhosh siski nikal gayi.
Lekin is baar Vishal ke haath rukne wale nahi the. Uski hatheliyaan Ammi ke kandhon se phisalti hui aage aayeen aur seedha unke bhare hue, kase hue breasts par aa gayeen. Mein almari se saaf dekh sakta tha—Vishal ke bade-bade panjon ne Ammi ke dono breasts ko choli ke oopar se hi poori tarah 'cup' kar liya tha.
Usne pehle unke vazan ko halke se taola, apne haathon mein unki bhaari golai ko mehsoos kiya.
"Ufff... Ayesha..." Vishal ne mirror mein unke seene ko ghoorte hue kaha. "Lagta hai yeh andar ghutan mehsoos kar rahe hain... aaj kuchh zyaada hi bade aur kase hue lag rahe hain." Ammi ne sharm aur maze se apni aankhein band kar leen.
Aur tabhi, Vishal ne apni ungliyaan kaseen aur unke narm, bhare hue breasts ko be-rahmi se dabaana shuru kar diya. Wah unhein aate ke gole ki tarah masal raha tha. Choli ka kapda unke nipples par kheench raha tha, aur Ammi ki saansen tez ho gayi thheen. Wah har dabaav ke saath apni peeth peeche Vishal ke seene par ragad rahi thheen.
"Vishal... aahhh... dheere..." Ammi haanfti hui booleen, par unhone apne haath Vishal ke haathon ke oopar rakh diye, jaise wo chaahti hon ki wo aur zor se dabaaye.
Kuchh der tak unke mammon ke saath khelne ke baad, Vishal ne aakhirkaar apne haath wahan se hataye aur unki peeth par le gaya.
Usne ek pal ke liye apni ungliyon se us dori ki banaavat ko mehsoos kiya, jaise wah us baareek gaanth ko suljhaane ka sahi tareeqa samajh raha ho. Uski garam saansen unki gardan ke pichhle hisse par pad rahi thheen, jisse unki reedh ki haddi mein ek halki si siharan daud gai.
"Taiyaar ho?" Vishal ne mirror mein Ammi ki aankhon mein dekhte hue poochha, jabki Ammi abhi bhi us breast-massage ke nasheeli asar mein thhi.
"Mein is wrapper ko kholne ja raha hoon." Ammi ne sharm aur excitement mein apne honth kaat liye aur dheere se sar hilaya.
Phir dheere se, bina kisi jaldbaaji ke, usne dori ke dono siron ko apni ungliyon mein pakda aur ek halke se kheendaav ke saath gaanth khol di. Kapda pal bhar mein dheela padkar aage ki oor sarak gaya, aur kamre ki khaamoshi mein unki tez hoti saanson ki aawaaz aur bhi saaf sunai dene lagi.
Vishal ke haath ab bina kisi rukaawat ke unki nangi peeth par oopar-neeche tairne lage. Uski hatheliyon ki garmaahat aur twacha ka yeh seedha ahsaas unke poore shareer mein ek ajeeb si bechaini aur meetha kheendaav paida kar raha tha.
"Vishal..." Unke hothon se ek dheemi, kaampti hui phusphusaahat nikli, jismein ek taraf hichkichaahat thhi to doosri taraf aage badhne ki anakhi izaazat.
Usne koi jawaab nahi diya, bas apni ungliyon ka dabaav thoda badha diya aur dheere-dheere jhukte hue apni thodhi ko unki nangi peeth ke nichle hisse par tika diya, jisse unki dhadkanein aur tez ho gayeen.
Mere saamne, almari ki jhirri se, Ammi ki lambi peeth inch-dar-inch nangi hone lagi aur unki gori skin expose hone lagi. Vishal ne apne dono haath Ammi ke kandhon par rakhe aur choli ko halke se dhakka diya.
Vishal ke dhakka dete hi, wo bhaari designer choli unke smooth kandhon se sarakti hui neeche phisal gayi. Wah zameen par nahi giri, balki unki kohniyon par aakar atak gayi. Ammi ne saamne se choli ko apne seene se chipka rakha tha, lekin peeche se unki poori peeth aur kandhe ab bilkul nange ho gaye the.
Mein almari ke andar se unki smooth, doodh jaisi safed peeth dekh sakta tha.
Mera dimaag bhanna gaya. Bachpan se lekar aaj tak, maine Ammi ko hamesha 'izzatdaar' kapdon mein, poori tarah dhaka hua dekha tha. Unki peeth, unki kamar... yeh sab mere liye 'forbidden' ilaake the.
Lekin aaj... aaj wo saara parda hat gaya tha. Unki gori skin ….. Mera andar ek ajeeb si jang shuru ho gayi thhi. Ek taraf beta hone ka naata tha jo cheekh-cheekh kar keh raha tha ki 'aankhein band kar le, yeh paap hai!'... lekin doosri taraf ek ajeeb si hawas thhi jo us nazaare ko peene ke liye tadap rahi thhi.
Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki yeh wahi paakeeza Ammi hain. Yeh aurat... yeh 'Ayesha'... yeh sirf aur sirf Vishal ke liye taiyaar hokar aayi thhi. Yeh khayaal mujhe andar se jala raha tha—gusse se bhi, aur jalan se bhi.
Mera gala sukhar kar kaanta ho gaya tha. Mein chahta tha ki mein wahan se bhaag jaaoon, par mein wo bhi kar nahi sakta tha. Mujhe ghin aani chahiye thhi, par sach to yeh tha ki... mein fascinate ho raha tha. Mein apni hi Maa ko ek 'aurat' ki nazar se dekh raha tha, aur wo nazaara behad haseen aur ganda tha.
Vishal ne jhuk kar unki nangi peeth par ek kiss kiya aur phir apni garam hatheli unki nangi skin par pherte hue bola: "Wah... kya skin hai Ayesha... makkhan bhi sharma jaaye."
Vishal ki hatheliyon ki garmi aur uski saanson ki bhaap Ammi ki nangi peeth par ek nasha ban kar chha rahi thhi. Ammi ne apni aankhein band kar li thheen aur halke se apna sar peeche ki taraf jhuka diya, taaki wo Vishal ke kandhe par tik sakein.
"Ise poora utaar do," Vishal ne hukm diya, par uski aawaaz mein sakhti nahi, ek gahra nivedan tha.
Ammi ne dheere se apni baahein neeche ki taraf seedhi keen. Jo choli unki kohniyon par atki hui thhi, wo phisalkar zameen par gir gayi. Sirrrppp... kapde ke girne ki aawaaz sannaate mein goonji.
Ammi ab lehenge mein sheeshe ke saamne khadi thheen. Neeche unka wah bhaari, ghere-daar 'ivory lehenga' unki kamar par kasa hua tha, jo unke hips ke shape ko perfect dikha raha tha.
Ammi ne apna lehenga apni kamar par kaafi neeche (low-waist) baandha hua tha, bilkul unki hips ki haddi par. Is वजह (wajah) se unka lomba, gora midriff (pet ka hissa) poori tarah se expose ho raha tha. Mein almari ki jhirri se sheeshe mein saaf dekh sakta tha—unka pet bilkul sapaat aur narm tha. Aur us sapaat pet ke beechon-beech... unki wah gahri, gol naabhi saaf chamak rahi thhi.
Wo naabhi kisi chhote se kuyein ki tarah gahri lag rahi thhi. Aas-paas ki skin makkhan ki tarah chikni thhi. Jab wo tez saansen le rahi thheen, to unka pet andar-baahar ho raha tha, aur wo naabhi bhi uske saath halke se hil rahi thhi—kabhi sikudti, kabhi phailti. Vishal, jo unke peeche khada tha, uski nazar bhi seedha mirror mein unki naabhi par gayi.
"Tumhari yeh navel.." Vishal ne peeche se jhuk kar, apna ek haath unke pet par rakha. Uski ungli seedha unki gahri naabhi ke andar chali gayi.
"Ismein to jaan basti hai meri." Ammi ne mirror mein dekhte hue ek madhosh siski li, "Aahhh..." Jab Vishal ne apni ungli unki naabhi ke andar ghumayi.
Yeh dekh kar mera gala sukha gaya. Meri Maa ki naabhi... jise aaj tak maine kabhi dhang se dekha bhi nahi tha... aaj wo mere saamne mirror mein itni clear thhi, aur ek gair-mard uske saath khel raha tha.
Deepak Kapoor
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