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Chapter :  No way to home

Arjun ne number dopahar ko kiya, jab Vaishali ka darwaza band ho chuka tha aur woh seedhiyon se neeche utar chuka tha. Phone teen baar baja. Ek ladki ne uthaya, naam poocha, aur kaha ki saade chaar ke baad ek slot hai, agar woh cash le kar aaye. Arjun ne haan keh diya. Usne Ramesh ko nahi bataya. Vaishali ne kaha tha ki akela jaaye, aur uske paas apne baap ka chehra dekhne ki himmat bhi nahi thi, usse pehle ki koi use yeh keh de ki rasta band hai.

Office station ke peeche ek purani building mein tha. Lift nahi thi. Teesri manzil par ek board tha, kaala akshar, Adv. S. Kulkarni. Andar do kursi thi, ek table, ek purana cooler jo zyada awaaz karta tha aur kam hawa deta tha. Kulkarni chalis ke aas-paas ke the, aankhon ke neeche sujan, table par ek file khuli hui jo kisi aur ki thi. Unhone Arjun ko baithne ko kaha aur seedha poocha, “Kya problem hai? Phone par tumne kaha family matter.”

Arjun ne shuru kiya, aur pehli line hi adhoori reh gayi. “Meri… ek aurat hai. Uski shaadi hue hai. Register. Lekin woh shaadi theek nahi hai. Use nikalna hai.”

Kulkarni ne pen uthaya. “Theek nahi hai ka matlab? Jabardasti? Umar? Pehli shaadi chhupayi?”

Arjun ne apne haath god mein rakhe. Cooler ki awaaz uske kaan mein ghus rahi thi. “Umar theek hai. Register uske naam par hai. Meera. Patidev ka naam Vikram Deshmukh. Shaadi ko ek hafte se zyada nahi hua. Paisa diya gaya tha, pehle. Token. Phir baaki. Plan yeh tha ki shaadi ke din switch ho jaayega. Sach bol diya jaayega. Woh aurat wapas aa jaayegi. Switch nahi hua. Register ho gaya. Ab woh uske ghar mein hai. Woh use roz… woh uske saath rehti hai. Use nikalna hai.”

Kulkarni ne pen rakh diya. “Tum kaun ho us aurat ke?”

“Bhanja.” Arjun ne yeh shabd kaha, kyunki sach ka doosra hissa abhi us kamre mein nahi aa sakta tha. “Uski bua meri maa hai. Nahi. Woh meri bua hai. Ghar ke log jaante hain ki yeh theek nahi hua. Hum use wapas laana chahte hain.”

“Hum kaun?”

“Main. Aur mera pitaji.”

Kulkarni ne use dekha, der tak, jaise woh yeh faisla kar rahe hon ki yeh ladka jhooth bol raha hai ya sirf aadha sach. “Register marriage, ek hafte purani, paisa pehle dia gaya, aur ab tum keh rahe ho ki dulhan ko nikalna hai. Dulhan khud complaint karna chahti hai?”

“Woh nahi aayegi.”

“Toh tum kiske liye aaye ho?”

Arjun ne ek gehri saans li. “Uske liye. Woh nahi nikal sakti. Woh kehti hai ki woh uska pati hai, kanoon uska hai, aur agar humne kuch kaha toh hum pakde jaayenge. Main yeh jaan-na chahta hoon ki koi rasta hai ya nahi. Annulment. Fraud. Kuch bhi.”

Kulkarni ne cooler ki taraf dekha, jaise awaaz unhe bhi tang kar rahi ho, phir wapas Arjun ki taraf. “Rasta tab hota hai jab dulhan khud kahe ki usse dhoka hua, ya ki uski marzi nahi thi, ya ki pehli shaadi zinda hai aur chhupayi gayi. Tum yeh keh rahe ho ki paisa pehle mila. Ye kaun sa rasta hai, yeh tum batao. Agar paisa isliye mila tha ki ek aurat ko dusre naam se shaadi karwa di jaaye, aur baad mein use hata diya jaaye, toh fraud ka case dulhan ke favour mein nahi khulega. Woh un logon par khulega jinhe paisa mila. Tum par. Tumhare pitaji par. Jo bhi beech mein tha, uspar. Dulhan agar chup rahi, toh bhi. Dulhan agar bol di, toh aur tez.”

Arjun ka munh sukh gaya. “Agar woh khud kahe ki woh nahi rehna chahti?”

“Toh divorce. Ek saal baad, ittifaq se, ya usse pehle agar cruelty sabit ho. Cruelty ke liye usko khud aana padega, statement deni padegi, aur jo paisa tumhare ghar mein gaya hai, woh us statement mein aa jaayega. Vikram naam ka aadmi agar akalmand hai, toh woh counter karega. Cheating. Criminal breach. Tumhara naam pehle aayega, uska baad mein. Main tumhe yeh case nahi dilwaunga. Main apna licence isme nahi daalunga.”

Kamra chhota lag raha tha. Arjun ne kursi ki bah pakdi. “Toh kuch nahi ho sakta.”

“Kuch ho sakta hai,” Kulkarni ne kaha. “Woh aurat khud aaye. Apna naam sahi bataye. Agar uski koi pehli shaadi hai jo chhupayi gayi hai, toh woh alag baat hai, aur woh baat bhi usi ke muh se aani chahiye. Tum yahan se yeh le kar jao ki ek hafte ki register marriage ko bhanja tod nahi sakta. Paisa wapas karne se bhi nahi tootti, agar dulha na maane. Aur agar tumne security officer mein ja kar yeh kahani dohrayi, toh pehla sawaal yeh hoga ki token kisne liya.”

Arjun utha. Uska pair ek pal ke liye table se laga. “Fees?”

“Aaj ki nahi lunga.” Kulkarni ne file band ki. “Agli baar mat aana, jab tak woh aurat saath na ho. Aur agar woh saath aaye, toh poora naam lekar aana. Aadha naam lekar koi case nahi banta.”

Bahar sadak par dhoop tez thi. Arjun ne auto nahi liya. Woh paidal chala, station ki taraf, phir station se aage, kyunki seedha ghar jaane ka matlab tha Ramesh ko dekhna, Priya ko dekhna, aur us darwaze ko dekhna jiske peeche Vaishali khadi thi. Uske paas jo baat thi, woh Vaishali pehle hi keh chuki thi. Lawyer ne use nayi nahi di thi. Usne use sirf ek table par rakh di thi, pen ke saath, aur keh diya tha ki rasta unhi logon par khulta hai jinhe paisa mila.

Woh society ke gate par ruka. Watchman ne use dekha aur kuch nahi kaha. Left wale darwaze ke andar se Priya ki awaaz aa rahi thi, kisi se phone par, hansi ke saath. Right wale darwaze ke neeche se khana banne ki mehek aa rahi thi. Arjun ne apna phone nikala. Ramesh ka number khola. Ek line likhi, phir mita di. Woh yeh nahi likh sakta tha ki lawyer ne kaha hai hum pehle pakde jaayenge. Woh yeh bhi nahi likh sakta tha ki switch ka plan ab ek paper hai, jo kisi ke kaam ka nahi.

Usne phone jeb mein daala aur apne darwaze ki chaabi nikali. Andar ja kar woh apne kamre mein baitha. Light nahi jalayi. Subah se ab tak usne jo suna tha, woh ab ek aur awaaz ban gaya tha, lawyer ki, dheemi aur saaf. Dulhan khud aaye. Poora naam lekar aaye. Usse pehle koi rasta nahi.

Arjun ne jaan liya ki woh Vaishali ko yeh baat shaam ko nahi batayega. Woh use woh nahi sunana chahta tha jo woh pehle se jaanti thi, ek aise aadmi ke muh se jise usne fees dene ki bhi zaroorat nahi samjhi.


Teen din baad Vikram ne yeh baat breakfast par kahi, jaise woh koi aur cheez mang raha ho. “Shaam ko bhaiya ko bula le. Arjun ko bhi. Priya bhi aa jaayegi toh achha hai. Naya ghar hai, ek baar sab saath kha lein. Mummy nahi aa paayengi, unka pair dukh raha hai. Ghar wale aa jaayen, bas.”
Vaishali ne roti senk rahi thi. Tawa garam tha. Usne use palta, aur ek pal ke liye uske haath ruk gaye. Teen din mein Arjun dobara nahi aaya tha. Lawyer ki baat usne nahi suni thi, lekin uske na aane se use pata chal gaya tha ki jo jawab mila hoga, woh koi naya rasta nahi tha. Ramesh ek baar landing par mila tha, nazar neeche, aur “sab theek” keh kar chala gaya tha. Ab use unhe bulana tha. Apne pehle pati ko bhaiya keh kar. Apne bete ko devar ki tarah. Aur Priya ko, jiski shaadi ke naam par yeh sab shuru hua tha.
“Aaj?” usne poocha.
“Aaj kyun nahi. Saturday hai. Arjun college nahi jaayega. Main office se jaldi aa jaunga. Tu phone kar de. Tere muh se aayega toh woh log mana nahi karenge.”
Vaishali ne roti utari. “Woh mana kar sakte hain. Bhaiya ko tabiyat theek nahi rehti. Priya… Priya ko bheed pasand nahi.”
Vikram ne chai khatam ki. “Teri bua hai woh. Ek dinner se nahi bhaagegi. Aur bhaiya ko main khud bol dunga, agar tu sharma rahi hai. Lekin pehle tu kar. Biwi ghar bulati hai. Main nahi.”

Woh agle darwaze mein rehte the, isliye Vikram ne phone ki zaroorat nahi samjhi. Saturday ki subah woh khud nikal gaya, chappal bhi poori tarah se nahi pehni, aur left wale darwaze par haath rakh diya. Vaishali kitchen mein thi. Usne use rokna chaaha, aur rok nahi paayi, kyunki rokne ka koi bahaana uske paas nahi tha jo Vikram samajh sake.

Ramesh ne darwaza khola. Neend abhi uski aankhon mein thi. Peeche se Priya ki awaaz aayi, “Kaun hai itni subah?”

“Main,” Vikram ne kaha, aur andar kadam rakh diya jaise woh roz aata ho. “Shaam ko khaana hai mere yahan. Meera bana rahi hai. Bhaiya, aap aa jaana. Arjun bhi. Priya bhi. Mummy nahi aa paayengi, pair dukh raha hai. Ghar wale aa jaayen, bas. Saat baje.”

Priya hall mein aa gayi, baal khule, ek purani nightie mein. Usne Vikram ko dekha, phir uske peeche khule darwaze se right wale flat ki taraf, jahan se bartan ki awaaz aa rahi thi. “Didi bana rahi hain?” usne kaha. Didi. Woh shabd uske munh se aasaan nikal aaya, kyunki cover yahi tha. Meera uski badi behan thi. Ramesh ki behan. Arjun ki bua. Priya ko yeh naam pasand bhi tha, kyunki is naam mein woh chhoti reh jaati thi, aur chhoti rehna us din uske kaam ka tha.

Ramesh ne turant jawab nahi diya. Usne Vikram ke kandhe ke us paar dekha, jaise Vaishali wahan khadi ho. Khadi nahi thi. “Saat baje,” usne kaha. “Aa jaayenge.”

“Arjun?”

“College nahi hai aaj,” Priya ne kaha. “So raha hai. Main jaga dungi. Didi akeli mat rehne dena, Vikram. Naya ghar hai, woh sharma jaati hai. Hum aa kar use khol denge.”

Vikram hasa. “Woh sharmati zaroor hai. Tum log aaoge toh theek rahega. Meera ko maine keh diya hai, mirchi kam rakhna bhaiya ke liye.”

Woh chala gaya. Ramesh ne darwaza band kiya. Priya ab bhi muskurayi hui thi. “Didi ne khud nahi bulaya,” usne kaha. “Pati ko bheja. Achha kiya. Warna woh phone par phir se bhaiya bhaiya karti, aur awaaz phat jaati.”

Ramesh uski taraf muda. “Bas kar.”

“Maine kya kaha?” Priya ne nightie ka gala theek kiya. “Shaam ko jaana hai. Main woh hare wali saree nikaalti hoon. Didi maroon pehnegи, dekh lena. Vikram use pehnata hai. Mujhe dikhta hai terrace se.”

Right wale flat mein Vaishali ne tawa band kar diya tha. Vikram wapas aaya, chappal ab seedhi, aur kaha, “Ho gaya. Saat baje. Bhaiya maan gaye. Priya khud bol rahi thi didi akeli mat chhodna. Achhi hai teri behan.”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Behan. Priya uski nanad thi, Ramesh ki sagi behan, aur ab usi muh se didi ban chuki thi. “Main baingan nikaalti hoon,” usne kaha. “Aloo bhi. Bhaiya ko mirchi kam.”

“Haan. Aur saree maroon wali. Blouse naya. Baal mat kholna. Pehli baar sab saath kha rahe hain.”

Dopahar ko Arjun jaaga. Priya ne use bataya, darwaze par khade hokar, “Shaam ko didi ke yahan hai. Vikram subah aa kar le gaya. Tu bhi chalega. Mana kiya toh main Vikram ko bol dungi ki tu bhabhi se sharmata hai.” Arjun ne uske chehre par dekha. Priya ko maza aa raha tha. Use pata tha asli baat, ya itni asli baat jitni us ghar mein kisi ko batayi gayi thi, aur woh use didi keh kar din bhar ghumne wali thi.

“Chalunga,” Arjun ne kaha.

Shaam ko paune saat baje Vaishali taiyar thi. Maroon saree. Sleeveless blouse. Sindoor seedha. Concealer gale par, do baar. Vikram ne darwaza khola, kyunki bulane wala woh tha. Ramesh pehle aaya, safed shirt, baal geele. Arjun uske peeche, button galat. Priya aakhiri, hari saree, mota haar, lipstick zyada. Usne Vaishali ko dekha aur seedha aage badh kar uska haath pakad liya.

“Didi,” usne kaha, itni saaf awaaz mein ki Vikram sun le. “Kitni taiyar ho gayi ho. Naya ghar suit kar gaya. Main soch rahi thi tum phone karogi. Vikram khud aa gaye. Achha kiya. Tum phone par sharma jaati ho.”

Vaishali ka haath uske haath mein tha. Thanda nahi tha. Priya ne use dheere se dabaaya, ek second, sirf itna ki Vaishali samajh jaaye yeh pyar nahi hai. “Aao,” Vaishali ne kaha. “Baitho. Main paani laati hoon.”

Vikram ne Ramesh ko sofa tak le gaya. “Bhaiya, ab aate raho. Agle darwaze ho, phir bhi Meera kehti hai tum log door lagte ho. Arjun ko maine kaha tha bhabhi ko time de. Ladka sharmata hai.”

Priya has padi. “Sharmata hai, didi. Main dekhti hoon. Tumhare saamne chup ho jaata hai. Vikram, aap isse mat chedo. Didi ko bura lagega.”

Vaishali kitchen ki taraf gayi. Glasses tray par the. Uske peeche Priya ki awaaz aa rahi thi, didi, didi, bilkul aasaan, jaise bees saal ki nanad ek hafte mein behan ban gayi ho. Ramesh chup tha. Arjun chup tha. Vikram khush tha. Vaishali ne tray uthayi, maroon pallu kandhe par set kiya, aur hall mein wapas aayi, apni nanad ko paani dene, jisne use didi kaha tha, aur apne bete ko, jise us ghar mein devar kehna tha.






Khaana table par aa chuka tha, lekin ek sabzi reh gayi thi. Vaishali use laane uthi. Pallu usne kas ke bandha hua tha, maroon, concealer wala gale ka hissa chhupa hua. Vikram ne kaha, “Main bhi aata hoon, plate chhoti pad gayi,” aur uske peeche kitchen mein chala gaya. Hall mein Ramesh paani lene ke bahane utha. Bathroom kitchen ke bagal mein tha. Usne bathroom ka darwaza khola, andar kadam rakha, aur darwaza poora band nahi kiya. Sheeshe mein nahi, darwaze ki darar se, use kitchen ka kona dikh raha tha.

Vaishali counter par jhuki hui thi, sabzi ke bartan ki taraf. Vikram uske peeche aa chuka tha. Usne pehle kuch nahi kaha. Usne uska pallu kandhe se sarka diya, itna ki gale ka concealer wala hissa khul jaaye, aur apna munh uski gardan par rakh diya. Pehli kiss dheemi thi. Doosri mein usne skin ko honthon mein liya aur chusa, wahi jahan nishan pehle se tha. Vaishali ka haath bartan par ruk gaya.

“Vikram. Bahar sab baithe hain. Chhodo.”

“Do minute.”

Usne uski kamar pakdi. Doosra haath pallu ke neeche gaya, saree ke andar, petticoat ke andar, panty ke kinare se. Vaishali ne uska kalai pakadna chaaha. Pakad bani, aur tut gayi, kyunki uski ungliyan pehle hi uski chut par thi. Woh geeli thi. Shaam bhar ki tension, uske saamne baitha Ramesh, Priya ki didi, Arjun ki chuppi, aur ab yeh haath. Vikram ne ek ungli andar ki. Dheere. Phir doosri.

Vaishali ki saas atak gayi. “Nahi. Bahar— main sabzi—”

Usne ungliyan andar-bahar ki. Angutha clit par ruka, ek chhota ghera. Vaishali ke ghutne dheele pade. Woh counter se hatna chahti thi, aur hatne ki jagah uski kamar uske haath par thodi si dhal gayi. Ek dabi hui moan uske gale se nikli, gardan uske muh mein hone ki wajah se aur bhi dheemi. “Ahh— ruk— woh log—”

Vikram ne gardan par ek aur kiss kiya, daant halka sa, aur ungliyan tez kar di. Vaishali ke pair floor par tik nahi rahe the. Woh ek baar upar uthi, uski ungliyon par, jaise jism ne khud unhe aur andar lena chaaha, phir turant neeche aayi aur uski kalai pakad li. “Bas. Please. Main bahar nahi ja paungi aise.” Pakad kamzor thi. Agli hi saans mein woh phir se uski ungliyon par uchhli, chhoti si, sharmili, aur uske munh se ek aur geeli siski nikal gayi, jo usne apne honth kaat kar adhoori chhod di.

Bathroom ke darar se Ramesh ne yeh dekha. Apni biwi, maroon saree mein, counter se lagi hui. Vikram ka muh uski gardan par. Haath uske saree ke andar. Uska jism ek baar rukta, ek baar uske haath par chadh jaata. Ramesh ka pet baith gaya. Gussa aaya, aur gusse ke neeche ek aisi sharm ki usne apne aap ko us darar se hata liya. Woh wapas hall mein gaya. Pair seedhe nahi pad rahe the. Usne sofa pakda aur baith gaya. Priya ne use dekha. “Kya hua, bhaiya? Chehra utar gaya.”

“Kuch nahi. Chakkar.”

Kitchen se bartan ki awaaz aayi, phir Vikram ki halki hasi, phir Vaishali ki awaaz, patli, “Le jao, main paani pee kar aati hoon.” Vikram hall mein aaya, plate haath mein, chehra bilkul aaraam se. “Bhabhi ko garam lag raha hai,” usne kaha. “Fan badha doon?”

Arjun ne fan ki taraf dekha. Ramesh ne nahi. Uske kaan garam the. Uske haath god mein band the. Usne jo dekha tha, woh ab bhi uski aankh mein tha: ungliyan, uchhalna, rukna, phir uchhalna, aur woh moan jo usne bees saal mein us aurat ke gale se nahi suni thi.

Vaishali ek minute baad aayi. Pallu theek tha. Gale par concealer thoda faila hua tha. Gaal laal the. Usne sabzi table par rakhi aur apni kursi par baithi, Vikram se door, Ramesh ke saamne. Uski saans ab bhi poori tarah seedhi nahi thi. Jab usne chammach uthaya, tab uski ungliyan halki si kaanp rahi thi.

“Didi, rang kaisa aa gaya hai,” Priya ne kaha. “Kitchen mein itni garmi hai?”

Vaishali ne nazar plate par rakhi. “Haan. Tawa chal raha tha.”

Ramesh ne nivala uthaya. Muh tak le gaya. Nigal gaya. Use swaad nahi aaya. Saamne baithi aurat uski biwi thi, aur pichhle do minute mein usne use kisi aur ke haath par uchhalte dekha tha, rukte hue, aur phir bhi rukte nahi hue. Woh khaata raha. Kuch bol nahi paaya. Bolne ka koi shabd uske paas nahi tha jo us table par, Vikram ke saamne, Priya ki didi ke saamne, zinda reh sake.

Ramesh POV:


Dinner nau baje khatam hua. Priya ne aakhiri baar didi kaha, Arjun ne nazar nahi milayi, aur Ramesh ne darwaze par haath jod kar namaste kiya, jaise woh ek aisa mehmaan ho jo dobara nahi aayega. Vikram ne unhe left wale darwaze tak chhoda. “Bhaiya, agle hafte phir.” Ramesh ne sir hila diya. Andar ja kar usne apne kamre ka darwaza band nahi kiya. Woh Arjun ke kamre mein chala gaya.

Arjun bed par baitha tha, shirt ab bhi wahi, button ab bhi galat. “Aap yahan?”

“Aaj yahin.” Ramesh ne kursi khinchhi, deewar ke paas, aur baith gaya. “Light mat jala.”

Right wale flat mein pehle bartan ki awaaz aayi. Paani. Ek cupboard. Phir Vikram ki awaaz, seedhi, “Aaj maroon mein achhi lag rahi thi. Dinner bhar main dekh raha tha.” Vaishali ne kuch kaha, dheema, shabd poore nahi aaye. Phir bed ki awaaz. Ek halki hansi. Phir khamoshi, itni chhoti ki Ramesh ne socha shayad woh so gaye.

Nahi soye the.

Pehli awaaz Vaishali ki thi, ek chhoti si, “Vikram, aaj nahi, main thaki hoon, woh log abhi gaye hain.” Uske baad kapde ki awaaz. Ek dabi hui siski. Phir uski awaaz phir, patli, “Ruk… gale par mat… nishan hai pehle se.” Vikram ne jawab diya, paas se, saaf nahi, sirf tone, aur tone mein koi rukna nahi tha. “Ahh—” Vaishali ki yeh moan chhoti thi, jaise usne use kaat liya ho aur woh phir bhi nikal gayi.

Ramesh ke haath god mein band ho gaye. Arjun ne pillow uthaya, phir use wapas rakh diya. Dono ne ek doosre ko nahi dekha.

Deewar ke us paar rhythm shuru hui. Bed. Headboard dheemi, thak, thak, itni tez nahi jitni Ramesh ne sochi thi, lekin lagatar. Beech mein Vaishali ki saans, tooti hui. “Dheere… dheere karo… main— ahh—” Ek thappad nahi. Ek aur gehra dhakka, kyunki uske baad moan lambi ho gayi, “Ahhh— Vikram—” aur turant usne use rokne ki koshish ki, shabd wapas aaye, “Chup… mat karwa… main nahi chahti—” Vikram hasa. Hasi dheemi thi, khush, bull wali. “Chahti hai tu. Sun apni awaaz.”

Ramesh ne aankhen band ki. Kitchen ka kona uske saamne aa gaya. Ungliyan. Uchhalna. Ab wahi jism deewar ke us paar tha, aur awaaz mein wohi rukna aur na rukna tha. “Nahi— wahan nahi— ahhh—” Phir ek geeli, chhoti awaaz, jo na moan thi na shabd, sirf uske gale ka tootna. Phir Vikram ki saans, tez, aur uski awaaz, “Upar aa. Aaj khud.” Vaishali ne kaha, “Mujhe nahi aata, tum karo,” aur uske baad ek lambi, khuli moan, “Ahhh—” jaise woh baith gayi ho aur lund andar tak chala gaya ho.

Arjun ka chehra andhere mein safed tha. “Papa.”

“Chup.”

Rhythm badal gayi. Ab bed tez thi. Vaishali ki moan har dhakke par aati thi, kabhi “ahh,” kabhi “dheere,” kabhi sirf ek toota hua swar jismein rukne ki koshish thi aur maza bhi, dono ek saath. Woh beech mein boli, “Bas… bahut gehra… main phir se—” aur phir ek lambi, kaanpti hui “Ahhh— haaye—” jo usne chhupani chahi aur chhupa nahi paayi. 




Vikram ne kuch kaha, phir se hasa, aur dhakke nahi ruke. Headboard ek baar tez lagi. Vaishali ki aakhri moan us hasi ke neeche dabi, phir khuli, phir dheemi ho gayi, saans ki tarah.

Ramesh utha nahi. Uska jism kursi par bhaari tha. Gussa tha, kitchen wala, aur us gusse ke neeche ek bezzati jo uske pet tak gayi hui thi. Usne apni biwi ko rokte suna. Usne use na rukte suna. Usne us aadmi ko haste suna, jo use bhaiya kehta tha aur uski biwi ko didi ke ghar ki behan maanta tha. Jab awaaz ruki, tab bhi woh baitha raha. Ek paani ki awaaz aayi. Ek dheemi baat, Vikram ki, “Soo ja.” Vaishali ne jawab nahi diya, ya itna dheema diya ki deewar ne use nahi aane diya.

Arjun ne kaha, “Main kal nahi ja paunga us darwaze par.”

Ramesh ne sir hila diya. “Kal main vaishali se milne  jaunga. Jab woh vikram office mein ho.”

Usne aur kuch nahi kaha. Deewar ab chup thi. Uske kaan mein ab bhi woh “ahhh” thi, aur uske saath woh hasi, jo rukne ki har koshish par aur khush ho gayi thi.


Agle din Subah

Vikram nau baje nikal gaya. Usne darwaze par kaha, “Dopahar ko call karunga. Bhaiya ko agar kuch chahiye toh de dena, agle darwaze hain.” Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Usne aap nahi kaha, kyunki woh ja chuka tha. Jab darwaza band hua, tab usne apna pallu theek kiya aur bartan mein haath daal diye, taaki shaam ki awaaz uske kaan se nikal jaaye. Nahi nikli. Uske gale mein ab bhi uski gardan ki jalan thi, aur uske pet ke neeche woh dheemi thakaan thi jo use seedha khada hone se rok rahi thi.

Saade dus baje doorbell baji. Usne socha doodh hoga. Ramesh tha. Safed shirt wahi, kal wali, jaise usne badli hi na ho. Aankhon ke neeche gehra pan tha. Usne andar aane ki jagah pehle landing dekhi, phir kaha, “Vikram gaya?”

“Haan. Office.” Vaishali darwaze se hati. “Aap andar aaiye.”

Aap. Ramesh ne woh shabd suna aur ek pal ke liye uska chehra khula reh gaya. Bees saal tak woh tum thi. Ab woh aap thi, aur yeh aap usne khud banwayi thi. Woh andar aaya. Vaishali ne darwaza band kiya, lock nahi lagaya. Hall mein kal raat ki ek khali glass ab bhi side table par thi. Ramesh ne use nahi uthaya. Woh khada raha.

“Main kal yahin tha,” usne kaha. “Kitchen mein nahi. Bathroom ke darwaze par. Maine dekha.”

Vaishali ka haath pallu par chala gaya. Sharm pehle aayi, gusse se pehle. Uska chehra garam ho gaya, gardan tak, aur usne nazar floor par rakh di. “Aap ko nahi dekhna chahiye tha.”

“Tumne kaha tha do minute. Tumne uska haath pakda. Phir chhod diya.” Ramesh ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi, isliye woh use neeche rakh raha tha. “Raat ko maine suna bhi. Arjun ke kamre se. Tum ruk rahi thi. Woh nahi ruka. Tum phir bhi—”

“Bas.” Vaishali ne upar dekha. Aankhen geeli thi, lekin awaaz geeli nahi thi. “Aap woh mat kahiyega. Aap bathroom ke darwaze par khade hokar dekh rahe the, aur raat ko deewar se sun rahe the. Aap andar aaye nahi. Aap ne darwaza nahi khatkhataya. Aap ne use nahi kaha ki haath hatao. Ab aap mujhse yeh poochne aaye hain ki main kyun nahi ruki.”

Ramesh ne ek kadam peeche liya. “Main pooch nahi raha. Main yeh keh raha hoon ki yeh roz nahi chal sakta. Woh mera… woh Vikram hai. Woh tujhe apni biwi maanta hai. Tu use rok. Tu use bata de ki tabiyat theek nahi hai. Tu alag so. Kuch toh kar.”

“Aap keh rahe hain main rokun.” Vaishali ne glass uthaya, use kitchen ke counter par rakh diya, taaki uske haath ke paas koi kaam ho. “Aap mere pati the. Aap ne mujhe is darwaze tak chhoda. Aap ne paisa liya. Aap ke bete ne profile banayi. Shaadi ke din switch hona tha. Aap ruk gaye. Aap andar nahi aaye. Ab register par mera naam Meera Deshmukh hai, aur aap chahte hain ki main us aadmi se kahun ki aap mujhe mat chhuiye, kyunki mere pehle pati agle darwaze par hain aur unhen sharm aa rahi hai.”

Ramesh ka munh khula, phir band hua. “Maine yeh nahi chaaha tha ki woh tujhe aise—”

“Aap ne chaaha tha ki ek shaam mein sab khatam ho jaaye.” Vaishali ab uske saamne thi. Sharm ab bhi uske gaal par thi, lekin uske neeche gussa seedha tha, aur us gusse ke neeche ek thakaan jo use chillaane nahi de rahi thi. “Aap ne socha hoga ki main ek raat seh lungi. Ek raat nahi hai, Ramesh ji. Roz hai. Subah hai. Shaam hai. Kitchen hai, jab aap log bahar baithe hote hain. Main usse aap kehti hoon, kyunki woh mera pati hai is kagaz par. Main aap se bhi aap kehti hoon, kyunki aap ne khud ko mera bhai banaya hai. Dono aap hain. Ek mujhe chhuta hai. Ek darwaze par khada rehta hai.”

Ramesh ne kursi ka selah pakda. Uski ungliyan safed ho gayi. “Arjun lawyer ke paas gaya tha. Usne mujhe subah bataya. Kuch nahi hoga. Case hum par hi aayega.”

“Mujhe pata tha.” Vaishali ne sir hila diya. “Isliye main aap dono se yeh nahi maang rahi ki aap mujhe nikaal lijiye. Main yeh keh rahi hoon ki aap mujhse yeh na kahiye ki main khud nikal jaun, ya khud ruk jaaun. Main rukti hoon. Aap ne dekha. Main kehti hoon bas. Woh nahi rukta. Aur jab woh nahi rukta, tab mera jism bhi mera nahi rehta. Yeh baat aap ko isliye nahi batani chahiye thi. Aap mere pati the. Aap ko yeh sun kar andar aana chahiye tha. Aap ne ek aur raat sun li.”

Bahar Priya ki chappal ki awaaz aayi, landing par, aur ruk gayi. Vaishali ne darwaze ki taraf dekha. Ramesh ne bhi. Koi knock nahi hui. Chappal wapas gayi, dheere, jaise koi sun kar laut raha ho. Vaishali ke kandhe dheele pade. Sharm wapas aa gayi, is baar gusse se bhari hui.

“Aap jaaiye,” usne kaha. “Vikram dopahar ko call karega. Agar aap yahan honge toh mujhe jhooth bolna padega. Jhooth main aap ke liye pehle hi bol chuki hoon. Aur ek ke liye meri awaaz nahi bachi.”

Ramesh darwaze tak gaya. Usne use khola. Landing khali thi, lekin left wale darwaze ki chain halki si hil rahi thi. Usne peeche dekha. Vaishali table ke paas khadi thi, pallu kas ke, aankhen laal, munh band. Woh roti nahi thi. Woh use rone ka mauka nahi de rahi thi.

“Vaishali,” usne kaha, bahut dheere.

“Meera,” usne kaha. “Aap ke Vikram ki biwi. Aap jaaiye.”

Ramesh bahar nikla. Darwaza uske peeche band hua. Left wale flat mein Priya hall ke kone mein khadi thi, kaan ab darwaze par nahi, lekin chehre par woh muskaan jo abhi tak utri nahi thi. Usne Ramesh ko aate dekha aur kuch nahi poocha. Pooche bina bhi use kaafi sunai de chuka tha.




Dopahar ko ghar khali tha. Vikram ki call aa chuki thi, chhoti si, “khaana kha liya?” aur kaat di thi. Vaishali ne khaana nahi khaya tha. Woh bedroom mein baithi thi, maroon saree ab bhi usi tarah, pallu god mein, phone haath mein. Ramesh ke jaane ke baad usne darwaza band kiya tha aur tab se nahi khola tha. Sharm ab cheekh nahi thi. Woh andar baith gayi thi, chhati ke neeche, ek aisi jagah jahan se use nikalna mushkil tha.

Usne Arjun ka naam khola. Likha. Mitaaya. Phir likha.

*Please kuch karo. Ab aise nahi hoga. Main roz nahi seh pa rahi. Aap logon ne jo kiya, uska hisaab main de rahi hoon. Kuch rasta nikaalo. Jaldi.*

Usne bhej diya, usse pehle ki woh use dobara padhe. Phone uske god mein gir gaya. Aansu pehle ek aaye, phir bina rukhe. Woh unhe chhupa nahi rahi thi, kyunki chhupane wala koi nahi tha. Uski saans tooti, phir judi, phir tooti. Guilt saaf tha. Kitchen ka kona. Raat ki moan, jo usne khud suni thi apne gale se. Aur uske upar yeh baat, ki yeh sab uske bete aur uske pehle pati ki wajah se uske hisse aaya tha, aur ab woh unhi se madad maang rahi thi.

Phone vaja. Arjun.

*Mat ro, Mummy. Kuch din mein nikal lunga. Kuch bhi karke. Aap bas tik jao. Main dekh raha hoon.*

Vaishali ne message do baar padha. Mummy. Us shabd ne use aur rula diya. Usne jawab mein sirf itna likha, *Jaldi.* Phir phone ulta rakh diya. Woh bathroom gayi, munh dhoya, aankhen laal reh gayi. Concealer se laali nahi gayi. Usne socha ki woh let jaayegi, taaki dopahar nikal jaaye.

Vikram teen baje aa gaya, jaldi, ek file bhool aaya tha. Usne use bedroom mein paya, pallu muh par, saans ab bhi bhari. “Kya hua?”

Vaishali baith gayi. “Kuch nahi. Sar dard.”

Woh bed ke kinare aaya. Usne uska chehra dekha, aankhen, aur file side mein rakh di. “Rona aa raha hai. Kyun?”

“Bas. Aise hi.” Uski awaaz patli thi. Woh use sach nahi bol sakti thi. Woh yeh bhi nahi bol sakti thi ki usne abhi apne bete ko message kiya hai. “Aap kaam kariye. Main theek ho jaungi.”

Vikram ne uske gaal par haath rakha. Angutha uski bachi hui geelapan par ruka. “Royo mat. Main hoon na. Kya chahiye? Mummy se baat karni hai? Ghar jaana hai unke paas, do din?”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. “Nahi. Yahin theek hai.”

“Phir?” Usne use apne seene se laga liya, dheere, jaise woh toot rahi ho aur use pata nahi ho kyun. “Kuch din aur nikal jaayenge, toh aadat ho jaayegi. Naya ghar hai. Naya naam hai. Main tumhe akela nahi chhodunga. Jo bhi ho raha hai, mere rehte hue tumhe nahi sehna padega. Bolo, kya hai.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Uska haath uski peeth par tha, wahi haath jo kal raat nahi ruka tha. Aaj woh use sambhal raha tha. Use lag raha tha woh ek achha pati hai, aur woh ek nai biwi hai jo bina wajah ro rahi hai. Uski chhati uske aansu se geeli ho gayi. Usne use nahi hataya. Hatane ki taakat nahi thi, aur ek hissa yeh bhi chahta tha ki koi use pakde, chahe woh galat aadmi ho.

“Kuch nahi,” usne kaha, uske kurte mein. “Aap file le lijiye. Late ho raha hai.”

Vikram ne uske maathe par kiss kiya. “Shaam ko jaldi aunga. Royoge nahi. Promise.”

“Nahi roungi.”

Woh file le kar chala gaya. Darwaza band hua. Vaishali bed par wapas let gayi. Phone uske bagal mein tha, screen band. Arjun ka message andar tha, *kuch din mein nikal lunga.* Vikram ka kiss ab bhi uske maathe par tha. Dono ek saath the. Ek use bahar nikalne ki baat kar raha tha. Doosra use andar rakhne ki. Aur woh beech mein leti thi, aankhen laal, guilt ab bhi chhati mein, bina yeh jaane ke kaun si baat jhooth niklegi pehle.



Vikram subah ki chai pee kar nikal gaya tha, aur uske jaate hi ghar woh purani khamoshi mein wapas aa gaya tha jise Vaishali pehchaan-ti thi. Bartan dhule hue the. Gas band thi. Usne maroon saree nahi pehni thi. Aaj usne woh neeli wali nikali thi, pallu kas ke, gale par concealer do baar, kyunki kal raat ka nishan ab bhi kinare se dikhta tha agar koi seedha dekhe. Woh jaanti thi Priya seedha dekhti hai.

Darwaza gyaarah baje khatkhataya. Knock nahi thi, woh dheemi thapki jo agle ghar ki aurat karti hai jab use lagta ho ki andar se koi mana nahi karega. Vaishali ne aankh se dekha. Priya thi, baal khule, ek halki si lipstick, haath mein kuch nahi. Usne darwaza khola, kyunki band rakhne ka koi bahaana Vikram ke bina chal nahi sakta tha.

“Didi,” Priya ne kaha, aur andar aa gayi bina poochhe. “Vikram gaye? Main soch rahi thi aap akeli hongi. Kal se aapka chehra theek nahi tha.”

Vaishali ne darwaza band kiya. Lock nahi lagaya. “Aap baitho. Main chai banati hoon.”

“Chai baad mein.” Priya sofa par nahi baithi. Woh kitchen ke darwaze tak aa gayi, jahan Vaishali khadi thi, aur usne uske gale ki taraf ek baar dekha, itna chhota ki koi aur use nazarandaaz kar de. “Aap royi thi kal. Bhaiya yahan se nikle, chehra utra hua. Main landing par thi. Maine poora nahi suna. Itna suna ki aap unse keh rahi thi jaaiye.”

Vaishali ka haath counter par ruk gaya. Sharm pehle aayi, gusse se pehle, garam aur seedhi, gardan tak. “Aap ko wahan nahi khada hona chahiye tha.”

“Agle darwaze ka landing hai, didi. Main apne ghar se bahar nikli thi.” Priya ne ek stool khinchha aur baith gayi, jaise yeh uska kitchen ho. “Aap sharmayi mat. Main kisi ko batane nahi aayi. Main yeh dekhne aayi hoon ki aap theek ho ya nahi. Vikram aap ko roz rakhte hain, yeh toh ab bhaiya bhi jaante hain. Arjun bhi. Aap akeli soch rahi thi shayad sirf deewar jaanti hai. Deewar nahi. Ghar jaanta hai.”

Vaishali ne pallu aur kas liya. Uski aankhen neeche thi. “Aap ko maza aa raha hai.”

“Thoda.” Priya ne yeh jhooth nahi bola. Uske munh par woh chhoti si muskaan thi jo daant tak nahi jaati thi, lekin aankh mein ruk jaati thi. “Mujhe maza isliye aa raha hai kyunki yeh plan aap logon ka tha. Bhaiya ka. Arjun ka. Aap ne haan ki thi. Shaadi ke din main uske saamne honi thi, aap wapas aa jaati. Aap nahi aayi. Aap uske mangalsutra mein ho. Aap uske khaane ki sabzi bana rahi ho. Aur jab bhaiya aap se kehte hain ruk jao, toh aap unhe bhi aap kehti ho. Didi, yeh dekhar mujhe hansi aati hai. Buri hoon main. Aap yeh pehle se jaanti hain.”

Vaishali ne chai ka paani nahi chalaya. Woh stool ke saamne khadi rahi, haath saree ke kinare par, saans dheemi. “Aap kya chahti hain? Main aap ke saamne aur kya kahun? Haan, woh mujhe rakhte hain. Haan, main unhe rok nahi paati. Haan, kal bhaiya ne dekha tha, aur raat ko suna tha. Aap ko yeh sun kar khushi ho rahi hai, toh ho lijiye. Mere paas aap ko dene ke liye aur koi shabd nahi hai.”

Priya thodi der chup rahi. Cooler ki awaaz bahar se aa rahi thi, society ka, kisi aur ka. Phir usne dheere se kaha, “Main Vikram ko nahi bataungi. Abhi nahi. Aap meri didi ho is ghar mein, aur main aap ki nanad hoon us ghar mein. Dono kaam aa jaate hain agar muh band rahe. Ek saal ki baat thi. Paisa aaya hai. Agar paisa wapas nahi jaata, aur mera rishta is bahane se phir se latakta hai, toh mujhe muh kholne ki zaroorat pad sakti hai. Aap yeh samajh lijiye. Dhamki nahi hai. Hisaab hai.”

Vaishali ne upar dekha. Aankhen laal thi, aansu nahi the. “Aap mere bete ko bhi yeh keh chuki hongi.”

“Arjun ko maine kaha ki didi sharmati hain.” Priya ne kandha hilaya. “Woh aur kya sun sakta hai? Woh aap ko nikalne ki baat karta hai, aur usi munh se Vikram ke saamne bhabhi kehta hai. Aap usse message karti hain. Woh kehta hai kuch din. Kuch din mein kya hoga, didi? Vikram aap ko biwi maan chuke hain. Unki mummy aap ko bahu maan chuki hain. Register mein aap ka naam hai. Jo log jaante hain, woh jaante hain. Jo nahi jaante, unke liye aap Meera ho. Aap beech mein khadi hain, pallu kas ke, aur soch rahi hain koi aap ko utha kar le jaayega.”

Vaishali ka munh khula, phir band hua. Uski sharm ab gusse mein mil gayi thi, aur gussa uski awaaz ko upar nahi le ja raha tha. Woh thak gayi thi chillane se. “Aap jaanti hain main kyun khadi hoon. Aap ke bhai ne mujhe becha. Aap ke bhatije ne meri photo chuni. Aap ko rishta chahiye tha, isliye yeh sab shuru hua. Ab aap kitchen mein baith kar mujhe didi kehti ho, aur yeh chahti ho ki main aap ka abhaar maanun kyunki aap ne Vikram ko sach nahi bola.”

“Abhaar mat maaniye.” Priya uthi. Usne Vaishali ka pallu theek kiya, ek nanad ki tarah, ungli uske gale ke concealer par ek second ke liye ruki, phir hatt gayi. “Sirf yaad rakhiye. Main aap ki dushman nahi hoon. Main aap ki behan bani hoon, kyunki aap ne yeh naam le liya. Jab tak main didi kehti hoon, aap ka darwaza band rehta hai. Jis din main kehna band kar doon, Vikram poochenge main kaun hoon aap ki. Us din aap akeli hongi, didi. Bhaiya nahi aayenge. Arjun nahi aayega. Woh dono pehle hi ek baar ruk chuke hain.”

Woh darwaze tak gayi. Vaishali peeche nahi aayi. Priya ne palat kar dekha, ek baar, aur muskaan ab bilkul saaf thi. “Chai reh gayi. Koi baat nahi. Shaam ko Vikram aa jaayenge, aap unke liye bana lijiyega. Unhe aap ka chehra pasand hai jab aap thaki hui hoti ho. Maine terrace se dekha hai.”

Darwaza band hua. Chain bahar dheere se hili, phir chup ho gayi. Vaishali kitchen mein khadi rahi, pallu ab bhi usi jagah, jahan Priya ne use chhoda tha. Use rona nahi aaya. Rona kal nikal chuka tha, phone ke upar, Arjun ke message par. Aaj uske andar sirf yeh baat reh gayi thi ki jo woh chhupa rahi thi, woh chhupa hua nahi tha. Bhaiya jaanta tha. Beta jaanta tha. Nanad jaanti thi, aur use is jaan-ne mein maza aa raha tha. Vikram akela tha jo nahi jaanta tha, aur usi na jaan-ne par uska ghar, uska naam, aur uski raat khadi thi.

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Agli subah Vaishali ne almari se neeli saree nahi nikali. Kal wali ab bhi dho kar rassi par latki thi, aur use khud bhi lag raha tha ki woh rang uske jism se chipak gaya hai, jaise koi use har din usi mein dekhna chahta ho. Usne gehra hara rang wala set nikaala, jo Vikram ne ek hafte pehle kisi dukaan se la kar de diya tha. Blouse sleeveless tha, sweetheart cut, gale ka ghera itna ki mangalsutra beech mein seedha baithta tha. Usne use pehna, hook band kiye, petticoat kasaa, aur saree lapeti. Aaine mein jo aurat dikhi, woh 38 ki lagti thi, lekin uske gaal par kal ki thakaan ab bhi thi, aur aankhon ke neeche halka sa soojan. Usne sindoor ki lakeer seedhi ki, concealer gale par lagaya, aur pallu aise daala ki cleavage chhupe, lekin poori tarah se nahi.

Vikram office se dopahar ko jaldi aa gaya. Usne use kitchen mein dekha, haath mein kadhai, aur seedha kaha, “Yeh rang achha laga. Kal se pehna kar. Arjun ko bula le shaam ko. Ladka akela rehta hai, bhabhi ka khaana kha kar jaayega toh theek rahega.”

Vaishali ne kadhai neeche rakhi. “Aap unhe khud bula lijiye. Main nahi.”

“Tu kyun sharma rahi hai? Woh tera bhanja hai. Mere saamne bhi chup rehta hai, jaise koi kasoor kiya ho.” Vikram ne uski kamar par haath rakh diya, saree ke upar, aur use apni taraf ghumaya. “Main dekhta hoon. Woh tujhe dekhta hai. Nazar churata hai, phir wapas le aata hai. Aise hi hota hai. Ghar mein itni khoobsurat bua ho, ya mami ho, toh ladke ki nazar tikti nahi.”

Vaishali ka pet baith gaya. Usne uska haath hataya nahi, kyunki hatane se baat lambi ho jaati. “Aap aise mat kahiye. Woh sharmaata hai, bas. College ka tension hai.”

“Tension nahi hai.” Vikram hasa, dheere. “Main us umar ka tha toh samajhta hoon. Tu aaine mein khud ko dekhti nahi kya? Itni umar mein bhi tera jism aise bhara hua hai, saree mein teri kamar, tere boobs ka ubhaar. Koi bhi dekh le. Arjun bhi dekh raha hai. Main use bulaunga. Tu chai de dena. Baat main kar lunga.”

Shaam ko Arjun aaya. Hari saree mein Vaishali ne darwaza khola. Usne use “Bhabhi” kaha, awaaz sukhi, aur andar aa gaya. Vikram sofe par baitha tha, kurta khula, aur usne Arjun ko apne paas bithaya. “Aa, bhai. Teri bhabhi ne aaj hari pehni hai. Maine kaha tha is rang mein woh aur nikharti hai. Tu bata, sach hai na?”

Arjun ne ek baar upar dekha. Saree gehra hari thi. Blouse sleeveless. Mangalsutra uske seene par latak raha tha. Usne nazar turant neeche kar li. “Achha lag raha hai.”

“Achha?” Vikram ne Vaishali ko ishara kiya, “Chai le aa.” Phir Arjun ki taraf muda, awaaz aaraam se, jaise koi badi baat nahi kar raha. “Tune kabhi socha hai? Bahut se ladke apni bua ya mami par crush rakhte hain. Khaas kar jab ghar mein koi aisi ho, jaise teri bhabhi. Itni umar, itna shareer, aur phir bhi aisi lagti hai jaise abhi bhi koi use dekh kar ruk jaaye. Tu bhi toh us ghar mein rehta hai. Agle darwaze. Roz dekhta hai. Kabhi nahi socha?”

Arjun ka gala sukh gaya. Usne cup uthaya jo abhi aaya nahi tha, haath khali. “Nahi. Aisa kuch nahi. Woh… bhabhi hain. Bas.”

Vaishali chai le kar aayi. Usne tray table par rakhi. Vikram ne uski kalai pakdi, use apne paas khada rakha, aur Arjun ke saamne uski kamar par haath rakh diya, angutha blouse ke neeche ki skin par. “Dekh. Yeh sharma rahi hai. Tere saamne. Main kehta hoon isme koi burai nahi. Tu jawan hai. Woh khoobsurat hai. Ghar mein rehti hai. Nazar jaayegi hi. Tu use chhupa mat. Main nahi gussa hota.”

Vaishali ne aap nahi kaha. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Uski saans tez thi, lekin usne use chhupaya. Arjun ne chai uthayi. Uski ungliyan cup par kas gayi. “Main late ho raha hoon. Ek assignment hai.”

“Abhi aaya hai.” Vikram ne use rokna nahi chaaha. “Chal, ja. Lekin yaad rakh. Teri bhabhi ko dekhne mein koi gunaah nahi. Bahut log dekhte hain. Main bhi dekhta hoon. Roz.”

Arjun utha. Usne Vaishali ki taraf ek baar dekha, sirf itna ki saree ka rang uski aankh mein atak jaaye, phir darwaza khola aur nikal gaya. Landing par uske kadam tez the. Left wale darwaze ke andar se Priya ki awaaz aayi, koi gaana, aur Arjun seedha apne kamre mein chala gaya.

Vikram ne darwaza band kiya. Woh Vaishali ke peeche aaya, uski kamar pakdi, aur uske kaan ke paas kaha, “Dekha? Ladka bhaag gaya. Sach mein sharmaata hai. Tujhse. Main sochta hoon kabhi use seedha poochun, lekin phir tu gussa ho jaayegi. Rehne de. Mujhe maza aata hai. Itni khoobsurat biwi, aur uska bhanja use dekh kar ghabrata hai. Tu bhi maza le. Aaj yeh hari wali pehni reh. Main raat ko ismein hi tujhe dekhna chahta hoon.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Uske gale par uska haath tha, mangalsutra ke upar. Woh kuch nahi bol paayi. Bolne ka matlab tha sach, aur sach is kamre mein nahi aa sakta tha. Arjun ne use correct nahi kiya tha. Usne “bhabhi” hi kaha tha. Aur Vikram khush tha, jaise usne koi jeet li ho, ek aise ladke ke upar jo uski biwi ko chupke se dekhta hai. Vaishali kitchen ki taraf gayi, hari saree ki pallu sarakti hui, aur usne socha ki kal woh koi aur rang nikaalegi, taaki kam se kam kapda toh badalta rahe, jab baaki sab wahi ka wahi hai.


Raat ko aath baje Vikram ne almari se ek packet nikala jo usne do din pehle chhupa kar rakha tha. Usne use bed par rakh diya aur kaha, “Aaj yeh pehnen. Bahar chalna hai.”

Vaishali ne packet khola. Andar ek kaali saree thi, patli, silk ki, jismein zari sirf kinare par thi. Blouse saath mein tha, sleeveless, gale ka ghera itna gehra ki use dekhte hi uska gala sukh gaya. Piche se almost poori peeth khuli thi, sirf do patli doriyan. “Yeh main nahi pehen sakti,” usne kaha. “Bahut khula hai. Main aise kahin nahi ja sakti. Log dekhenge.”

“Log dekhenge toh theek hai.” Vikram ne packet uske haath se liya aur blouse uske seene ke saamne rakha. “Meri biwi hai tu. Main tujhe chhupa ke nahi ghumata. Pehen. Aaj koi ghar ka khaana nahi. Main tujhe ek jagah le ja raha hoon jahan tu pehle nahi gayi hogi.”

Usne bathroom mein ja kar pehna. Blouse ke hook band karte waqt uske haath kaanpe. Kapda uske boobs ko upar uthata tha, beech ki lakeer gehra, aur peeth par hawa lag rahi thi. Saree usne lapeti, pallu aise daala ki jitna ho sake chhupa le, lekin chhupa nahi. Aaine mein woh khadi thi, 38 saal ki aurat ek aise kapde mein jo usne kabhi nahi pehna tha. Mangalsutra uske seene par latak raha tha, sindoor maang mein. Jab woh bahar aayi, Vikram ne use ek baar upar se neeche tak dekha aur kuch nahi kaha, sirf gaadi ki chaabi uthayi.

Restaurant woh tha jahan Vaishali pehle kabhi nahi gayi thi. Andar light dheemi thi, table door-door, aur waiter ne unhe ek kone ki table di. Vikram ne uske liye wine order ki. Usne pehle mana kiya, phir ek chhoti si sip li, kyunki mana karne se baat lambi ho rahi thi. Khaana aaya. Woh dheere kha rahi thi, pallu baar-baar sarak raha tha, aur woh use theek karti ja rahi thi.

“Aaj tu bahut achhi lag rahi hai,” Vikram ne kaha. “Is saree mein teri kamar, tere boobs. Main soch raha tha ki tujhe aise le kar aaun. Ghar mein toh tu sharma jaati hai. Yahan bhi sharma rahi hai. Meera, tu hamesha aise hi rehti hai kya? Itni khoobsurat biwi, aur itni darr.”

Vaishali ne nazar plate par rakhi. “Main aisi jagah nahi aati. Aap jaante hain.”

“Ab aayegi.” Usne table ke neeche apna pair uske pair se lagaya. “Tere bhanje ko bhi aaj dikhana chahiye tha. Woh tujhe dekh kar bhaag jaata hai. Shayad yahan dekh leta toh aur bhaagta. Tu use darrati hai, ya woh tujhse darta hai?”

“Aap aise mat boliye.” Uski awaaz dheemi thi. “Woh sharmaata hai. Bas.”

Vikram hasa. “Sharmaata hai. Main bhi sharmaata tha pehle. Ab nahi. Tu bhi seekh jaayegi. Aaj raat main tujhe nachana chahta hoon. Wahan floor hai. Ek gaana. Tu mere saath aayegi.”

“Maine dance nahi kiya. Kabhi nahi.”

“Toh aaj karegi.”




Khaana khatam hua. Usne uska haath pakda aur use floor ki taraf le gaya. Wahan do-teen jode the, door. Gaana dheema tha, purana, romantic. Vikram ne use apne paas khada kiya, uski kamar par haath rakha, aur dheere-dheere hilne laga. Vaishali ne apne haath uske kandhon par rakhe. Uska chehra uske chehre ke bahut paas tha. Pallu sarak gaya. Usne use pakda. “Koi dekh lega,” usne kaha, saans tez. “Aap chhodiye. Main ghar chalna chahti hoon.”


“Kya farak padta hai?” Vikram ne uski kamar aur kas li. “Tu meri ho. Meri biwi hai. Jo dekhna chahe dekh le.”

Usne jhuk kar uske honthon par kiss ki. Pehle dheere, phir gehra. Usne uska neecha honth apne honthon mein liya, chusa, aur jeebh uske muh mein daal di. Vaishali ka jism sakht ho gaya. Usne use dhakelna chaaha, lekin uske haath uski peeth par the, khuli hui, aur woh nahi dhakel paayi. Jeebh uski jeebh se mili. Ek pal ke liye uska dimaag khali ho gaya. Floor par gaana chal raha tha, aur uske munh mein uska swaad tha. Jab usne kiss toda, tab Vaishali ki saans phati hui thi. Uski aankhen badi thi. “Bas,” usne kaha. “Main ghar jaana chahti hoon. Abhi.”

Vikram ne use dekha. Uske honth geele the, aankhen laal. “Theek hai. Chalte hain.”

Gaadi mein woh khidki ki taraf baithi. Kaali saree uske jism se chipki hui thi. Vikram ne kuch nahi kaha. Gaadi society ki taraf nahi gayi. Woh ek sunsaan sadak par le gaya, jahan light kam thi, aur ek kone mein gaadi rok di. Engine band kiya. Andar sirf unki saans ki awaaz thi.

“Yahan kyun roka?” Vaishali ne poocha. Uski awaaz patli thi.

“Thodi der.” Vikram uski taraf muda. Usne uska pallu side kiya, uske gale par haath rakha, mangalsutra ke upar. “Tu sharma rahi thi andar. Yahan koi nahi hai. Main tujhe dekhna chahta hoon. Is saree mein. Abhi.”

Vaishali ne bahar dekha. Sadak khali thi. Gaadi ke sheeshe band the. Uske dil ki dhadkan tez thi. Woh ghar jaana chahti thi, aur uske jism ne abhi us kiss ko bhoola nahi tha. Vikram ka haath uski gardan se neeche aaya, blouse ke upar, uske boob par ruka. Usne aankhen band kar li. “Aap… dheere. Main—”

“Main hoon na.” Usne use apni taraf khinchha. Kaali saree andhere mein chamak rahi thi. Gaadi ke bahar koi nahi tha. Andar, uski biwi thi, jo abhi dance floor par uske munh se hatna chahti thi, aur ab uske haath ke neeche dheere-dheere saans le rahi thi.




Gaadi ke andar andhera tha, sirf bahar ki ek door ki light se sheeshe par halki si chamak aa rahi thi. Vikram ne uska pallu aur neeche sarka diya, itna ki uska gale aur seene ka upri hissa khul gaya. Kaali saree uske kandhe se sarak kar uski god mein gir gayi. Usne uski gardan pakdi, dheere, aur apna munh uske honthon par rakh diya. Is baar kiss pehle se gehra tha. Usne uska neecha honth apne daanton ke beech liya, chusa, phir jeebh uske muh ke andar daal di aur use chaata. Vaishali ki saans uske muh mein ghul gayi. Uski hatheliyan uske seene par thi, dhakelne ke liye, lekin dhakka kamzor tha.

“Aap ruk jaiye,” usne kiss ke beech kaha, awaaz tooti hui. “Yahan nahi. Ghar chaliye. Koi dekh lega.”

Vikram ne kiss nahi toda. Usne uske honthon ko aur chusa, jeebh uski jeebh se lapeti, aur ek haath se uske boob ko blouse ke upar se daba diya. “Koi nahi dekhega. Tu chup reh.” Uski ungliyan uske boob ko nichod rahi thi, nipple ko kapde ke neeche se dhoondh rahi thi. Vaishali ke gale se ek dabi hui moan nikal gayi, “Uff… ahhh… ruk jaiye na…” Usne apna sir peeche kiya, lekin uska jism uske haath ke neeche dheela pad raha tha. Pallu ab poora uski god mein tha. Blouse ka gala neeche sarak chuka tha, mangalsutra uske seene par latak raha tha.

Vikram ne uske dono boobs ko hatheliyon mein uthaya, unhe ek saath dabaaya, aur uske kaan ke paas kaha, “Itne bhaare hain. Is saree mein aur bhi. Tu sharma rahi hai, lekin tera jism nahi.” Usne ek baar aur uske honthon ko chusa, gehra, taaki woh jawab na de sake. Vaishali ki saans tez ho gayi. Uski moan ab chhoti-chhoti nikal rahi thi, har dabaav par ek “ahhh,” jo woh chhupana chahti thi aur nahi chhupa pa rahi thi.

“Piche wali seat pe baith ja,” Vikram ne kaha, kiss tod kar.

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. “Nahi. Ghar chaliye. Yahan nahi. Main… main nahi kar sakti.”

Usne uski gardan pakdi, is baar kas ke, aur use sheeshe ki taraf dhakel diya. Uske peeche khidki thi. Usne jhuk kar uske neeche wale honth ko daanton se pakda aur kaata, itna ki Vaishali ki aankhen khul gayi. Dard tez nahi tha, lekin sakht tha. Uske honth par ek nishan ban gaya. Uski saans ruk gayi, phir tez ho gayi. Aankhon mein paani aa gaya, ek boond, jo usne jhapak kar rok liya.

“Chup-chaap piche ja,” usne kaha, awaaz dheemi, lekin saaf.

Vaishali ne use dekha. Uske honth par uske daant ka nishan tha, garam. Woh kuch nahi boli. Woh seedhi hui, pallu uthaya, aur piche wali seat par ja kar baith gayi. Uski taangein kas ke band thi. Kaali saree uske jism se chipki hui thi. Vikram bhi piche aa gaya. Usne darwaza band kiya. Ab jagah kam thi. Usne use turant apni taraf khinchha, uski kamar pakdi, aur phir se uske honthon par apna munh rakh diya.

Is baar kiss lambi thi. Usne uski jeebh ko apne muh mein liya, chusa, chaata, aur uske boobs ko dono haathon se dabaaya, blouse ke upar se. Vaishali ki saans phati hui nikal rahi thi. Woh beech-beech mein munh khol kar hawa le rahi thi, aur har baar Vikram uske honthon ko wapas pakad leta tha. “Ahhh… aap… ruk…” usne kaha, lekin shabd adhoore reh gaye. Uske haath uske kandhon par the, kas ke nahi, sirf tikne ke liye.

Vikram ne uske blouse ke hook dhundhe. Peeche the. Usne ek haath se unhe khole, do baar, teesri baar khul gaye. Blouse dheela ho gaya. Usne use aage se sarka diya. Andar ek kaali bra thi, patli, jo uske boobs ko upar uthaye hue thi. Usne bra ke upar se hi uske cleavage par ungliyan phirayi, dheere, upar se neeche, phir wapas. “Kitni narm hai,” usne kaha. “Tu sochti hai main ghar tak rukunga? Nahi. Yahan hi. Is andhere mein. Teri yeh saree, yeh bra, sab utar jaayega.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Uski saans tez thi. “Aap mat… yahan nahi… please.”

Tabhi sheeshe par ek knock hui. Dheemi, lekin saaf. Vaishali ka jism sakht ho gaya. Usne turant pallu uthaya, seene par daala, aur peeche hatt gayi. Vikram ne ek pal use dekha, phir dheere se uske honthon par ek chhoti si kiss rakhi, jaise koi baat nahi hui ho, aur seedha hokar sheesha neeche kiya.

Bahar ek security officer wala khada tha, torch haath mein. “Kya chal raha hai idhar? Gaadi band karke baithe ho.”

Vikram ne apna wallet nikala. ID card dikhaya. “Family matter hai, sir. Gaadi kharab lag rahi thi, isliye rok li. Main Vikram Deshmukh. Mere papa ka naam aap ne suna hoga, city mein. Uncle bhi department mein hain.” Usne do naam liye, dheere, bina awaaz badhaye. security officer wale ne ID dekhi, Vikram ka chehra dekha, aur torch neeche kar di. “Sorry, sir. Andhere mein laga kuch galat hai. Aap jaaiye.”

Woh chala gaya. Sheesha wapas upar ho gaya. Gaadi ke andar phir se khamoshi. Vaishali pallu kas ke pakde hue thi, saans ab bhi tez. Vikram uski taraf muda. “Tu kya chhupa rahi hai?”

“Bahut ho gaya,” usne kaha. Uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi. “Ghar chaliye. Wahan jo chaahiye kar lijiyega. Yahan abhi security officer ne dekh liya hai.”

Vikram ne uska pallu phir se side kiya. Blouse khula hua tha. Bra ab bhi uske boobs par thi. Usne bra ka hook bhi khol diya, ek jhatke mein, aur use utaar kar seat par rakh diya. Uske boobs bahar aa gaye, bhaare, garam, nipples sakht. Usne ek ko hatheli mein uthaya, use dabaaya, aur jhuk kar uske nipple ko muh mein le liya. Gehra chusa. Vaishali ki peeth seedhi ho gayi. “Ahhh— aap—”

“Mujhe abhi karna hai,” usne kaha, nipple ko chhod kar doosre par aate hue. “Koi bhi aa jaayega. Aaj tu yahin chudegi.” Usne use seat par peeche dhakela, taaki woh let jaaye, aur uske dono boobs ko baari-baari se chusa. Ek ko muh mein lekar chusa, doosre ko haath se nichoda. Phir badla. Vaishali ki aankhon se ek-do aansu nikal aaye, dheere, uske gaal se hotе hue uske kaan tak. Woh unhe pochh nahi paayi. Uski saans tooti hui thi, moan dabi hui, “Uff… ahhh… ruk jaiye… please…” lekin uske haath uske baalon mein the, aur woh use dhakel nahi rahi thi.

Vikram ne uske ek boob ko poora muh mein lene ki koshish ki, jitna aa sake, aur jo bahar raha use ungliyon se dabaaya. Doosre nipple ko daant se halka sa pakda. Vaishali ki kamar seat se ubhar gayi. Kaali saree uske pet par bikhar gayi thi. Mangalsutra uske boobs ke beech latak raha tha, uske har chusai par hil raha tha. Bahar sadak ab bhi khali thi. Andar, uski biwi leti thi, aankhen band, honth par uske daant ka nishan, aur uske munh mein uske boobs, jabki usne abhi kuch der pehle ghar jaane ko kaha tha. Vikram ne upar uth kar uske honthon par ek aur gehra kiss kiya, uske aansu ka swaad liya, aur kaha, “Chup reh. Abhi khatam nahi hua.”



Vikram ne uske boobs chhod kar neeche haath le gaya. Saree ka pallu pehle se hi bikhra hua tha. Usne petticoat ka naada dheela kiya, panty ko side sarka diya, aur apni ungli uski chut par rakh di. Woh geeli thi. Bahut geeli. Usne ek ungli dheere se andar ki, phir doosri, aur unhe andar-bahar karne laga. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Uski saans tez ho gayi. “Ahhh… aap… wahan…”

Vikram hasa. Halki, dheemi hasi. “Itni geeli. Bahar dance floor par kiss se, ya isse?” Usne ungliyon ko modda, uski upar wali deewar par dabaaya, aur anguthe se uski clit ko ghumaya. Vaishali ki jaanghein kaanp gayi. Woh unhe band karna chahti thi, lekin uski ungliyan andar thi, aur har baar woh andar jaati thi toh ek geeli awaaz nikalti thi. “Uff… dheere… main…” Usne apna sir seat par peeche dhakel diya. Uski moan ab chhoti nahi thi. Har ungli ke andar jaane par ek “ahhh” nikal rahi thi, jo woh apne honth kaat kar adhoori chhod deti thi. Vikram ne teesri ungli nahi daali. Do hi kaafi thi. Usne unhe tez kiya, gehra, taaki woh uski hatheli par aur geeli ho jaaye. Vaishali ki peeth seat se ubhar gayi. Ek lambi siski uske gale se nikal gayi, “Ahhh—”, aur uski chut ne uski ungliyon ko kas liya. Ras uski hatheli par bah gaya. Vikram ne ungliyan bahar nikaali, unhe dekha, aur phir se hasa.

Usne apna pajama neeche kiya. Lund bahar aaya, sakht, mota, naso se bhara hua. Vaishali ne aankhen kholi, use dekha, aur apni taangein band kar li. “Nahi. Ab nahi. Ghar—”

Vikram ne uski jaangh par ek thappad maara. Sakht nahi, lekin saaf. “Tujhe samajh nahi aata kya? Khul.”

Vaishali ka jism jhatka kha gaya. Ramesh ne kabhi aisa nahi kiya tha. Kabhi thappad nahi, kabhi gaadi mein nahi, kabhi aise nahi. Yeh sab alag tha. Uske purane pati ne use kabhi is tarah nahi khola tha. Usne dheere se apni taangein kholi. Vikram uske upar aaya, seat par jagah kam thi, lekin usne apna lund uski chut par set kiya aur ek hi dhakke mein andar kar diya. Poora. Gehra.

Vaishali ka munh khul gaya. Pehli moan tez thi, bina rok ke. “Ahhh—” Lund andar tak gaya, supada uski deewar se takra gaya. Uski aankhen band ho gayi. Vikram ne ek pal ruka, phir doosra dhakka maara. “Ahhh… dheere…” Uski chut geeli thi, isliye lund aasaan andar gaya, lekin mota tha, aur har dhakka uske pet tak mehsoos ho raha tha. Gaadi ke andar geeli awaaz hone lagi, phachak, phachak, har baar jab woh bahar aata aur phir andar jaata. Vikram ne dheere shuru kiya, lekin jaldi uski saans tez ho gayi. Woh garam ho gaya. Dhakke tez ho gaye. Thap. Thap. Thap. Seat hilne lagi. Vaishali ne seat ka cover pakad liya, dono haathon se, taaki woh peeche na sarak jaaye. Uski moan ab har dhakke par aa rahi thi. “Ahhh… ohhh… ahhh… aap… bahut tez…”

Vikram ne uski ek taang uthayi, use aur khola, aur neeche se gehre dhakke maarne laga. Lund uski chut se geela ho kar bahar aata, chamakta, aur phir andar dhas jaata. Vaishali ki boobs har dhakke par hil rahe the. Mangalsutra uske seene par baar-baar hit kar raha tha. Uski aankhon se aansu nikal chuke the, lekin ab woh rona nahi rahi thi. Woh moan kar rahi thi, seat pakde hue, aur uska jism uske dhakkon ka saath de raha tha, chahe woh chahe ya na chahe. “Ahhh… haaye… ruk… nahi… ahhh…” Vikram ne uske honthon par haath rakh diya, ek pal, phir hata diya, kyunki use uski awaaz sunni thi. Woh tez hota gaya. Gaadi dheemi dheemi hil rahi thi. Bahar koi nahi tha. Andar sirf unki saans, uski moan, aur lund ki geeli awaaz thi jo uski chut ke andar baar-baar ja raha tha.

Woh aise hi chalta raha. Ek minute. Do. Vaishali ki jaanghein kaanp rahi thi. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, geeli marod ke saath. Vikram ne aakhri kuch dhakke aur tez maare, phir ruk gaya. Usne lund bahar nikala. Vaishali ki saans phati hui thi. Woh seedhi hone lagi, lekin Vikram ne darwaza khol diya.

“Bahar nikal.”

“Nahi. Aise nahi.” Usne pallu uthaya. “Main… main nahi ja sakti aise.”

Usne uski jaangh par ek aur thappad maara, pehle se thoda sakht. “Nikal.”

Vaishali bahar aayi. Uski taangein kaanp rahi thi. Kaali saree uske pet par latki hui thi, blouse khula, bra seat par. Vikram ne use gaadi ke darwaze ke paas le gaya, use aage jhukaya, taaki uske haath khidki par aa jaayen. Woh jhuki. Uski peeth seedhi thi, saree upar, chut bahar. Usne khidki ka kinara pakad liya. Andar ki taraf uski nazar thi, seat par bikhri hui bra, aur bahar andhera. Vikram uske peeche khada ho gaya. Usne apna lund phir se uski chut par set kiya aur ek hi dhakke mein andar kar diya.

Vaishali ki moan is baar aur tez thi. “Ahhh—” Yeh angle gehra tha. Lund uske pet tak ja raha tha. Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi, dono haathon se, aur tez dhakke maarne laga. Thap. Thap. Thap. Uski jaanghein uski gaand se takra rahi thi. Geeli awaaz ab aur saaf thi. Vaishali ne khidki ko kas ke pakda. Uski ungliyan safed ho gayi. Har dhakka uske jism ko aage dhakel raha tha, aur woh khidki se lag kar ruk rahi thi. “Ahhh… ohhh… ahhh… bahut gehra… aap…” Uski moan ab bina rukे aa rahi thi. Vikram ne ek haath se uske baal pakde, use thoda peeche khinchha, aur neeche se aur tez kiya. Lund uski chut se nikal kar phir andar ja raha tha, geela, garam, mota. Vaishali ki aankhen band thi. Uski saans tooti hui thi. Woh khidki pakde hue jhuki rahi, aur Vikram uske peeche khada hokar use chodta raha, jab tak uski moan sirf ek lambi, kaanpti hui awaaz mein na badal gayi.

Vikram ne uski kamar aur kas ke pakdi. Khidki par Vaishali ke haath pehle se hi safed ho chuke the, ungliyan kinare se chipki hui. Usne pehla dhakka maara toh uska jism aage sarak gaya, seena gaadi ke sheeshe se lag gaya, aur uske gale se ek tez moan nikal gayi. “Ahhh—” Lund is angle mein seedha uski chut ki aakhri deewar tak ja raha tha. Supada har baar wahan takrata, phir bahar aata, geeli awaaz ke saath, aur phir se andar dhas jaata.


Usne dheere nahi kiya. Thap. Thap. Thap. Uski jaanghein uski gaand se baar-baar takra rahi thi. Kaali saree uske pet par latki hui thi, pallu ek taraf, blouse khula, boobs har dhakke par aage-peeche hil rahe the. Mangalsutra uske seene se latak kar sheeshe ko chhu raha tha. Vaishali ne khidki ko dono haathon se pakda, taaki woh aur aage na jaaye. Uski saans tooti hui nikal rahi thi. “Ahhh… ohhh… ahhh… bahut tez… aap ruk jaiye…”

Vikram ne uske baal pakde, ek mutthi mein, aur use thoda peeche khinchha. Uski peeth aur seedhi ho gayi. Lund aur gehra chala gaya. Usne neeche se chhote, tez dhakke maarne laga, bina ruke. Geeli phachak ki awaaz gaadi ke bahar andhere mein saaf sunai de rahi thi. Vaishali ki chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, har baar kas ke, phir chhod ke. Ras uski jaanghon se beh kar uske pairon tak aa raha tha. Uski moan ab ek rhythm mein thi, har dhakke par ek “ahhh,” kabhi “uff,” kabhi sirf ek toota hua swar jo uske gale se nikal kar sheeshe se takra raha tha.



Usne uski ek kalai chhodi aur uske ek boob ko neeche se pakda, use nichoda, nipple ko ungliyon mein liya. Vaishali ki peeth kaanp gayi. “Ahhh— wahan bhi—” Vikram ne dhakke nahi roke. Woh aur tez hota gaya. Gaadi dheemi dheemi hil rahi thi. Vaishali ki aankhen band thi, honth khule, saans phati hui. Woh khidki se lagi hui jhuki rahi, aur uske peeche Vikram khada hokar use chodta raha, lund baar-baar uski geeli chut ke andar tak jaata hua, jab tak uski moan ek lambi, kaanpti hui cheekh mein na badal gayi aur uska jism uske haathon mein dheela pad gaya.

Dono poori tarah nange the. Kaali saree gaadi ke seat par padi thi, blouse aur bra uske paas, petticoat aur panty Vikram ke pairon ke paas. Raat ki hawa Vaishali ke nange jism par lag rahi thi. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, jaanghon se ras beh raha tha, aur uske boobs har saans ke saath hil rahe the. Use sharm aa rahi thi. Bahar sadak khali thi, lekin koi bhi aa sakta tha. security officer ek baar aa chuka tha. Phir bhi uska jism garam tha. Khule mein, gaadi ke darwaze se lagi hokar, uske dhakkon ne use andar se garam kar diya tha. Woh yeh nahi chahti thi, lekin uski saans tez thi aur uski chut ab bhi uske lund ko yaad kar rahi thi.


Vikram uske peeche khada tha. Usne ek cigarette nikali, jalaayi, aur ek kash liya. Dhua uske munh se nikal kar Vaishali ki peeth par gaya. Woh ab bhi uske andar tha, dheere-dheere dhakka maar raha tha, cigarette haath mein. “Maza aa raha hai,” usne kaha, awaaz aaraam se. “Teri chut kitni garam hai. Bahar khade hokar.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. “Aap… koi dekh lega. Bas kijiye.”

Usne use ghumaya. Ab woh uske saamne thi, peeth gaadi se lagi hui. Vikram ne cigarette uske honthon ke paas laayi. “Le. Ek kash.” Usne use uske munh mein de di. Vaishali ne turant use nikaalne ki koshish ki, lekin Vikram ne uske honthon par apna munh rakh diya, cigarette ab bhi uske daanton ke beech. Usne kiss kiya, gehra, aur saath hi use kash bhi dilwa diya. Dhua Vaishali ke gale mein chala gaya. Woh kaanp gayi, kiss toda, aur khaansi. Cigarette uske haath se gir kar neeche chali gayi. Uski aankhen paani se bhar gayi. Vikram hasa. “Pehli baar?”

Vaishali ne seena haath se chhupaya. “Ab bas kijiye. Bahut ho gaya. Main ghar jaana chahti hoon.”

Vikram ne apna lund bahar nikala. Woh ab bhi sakht tha, uski chut ke ras se geela. “Abhi bhi mera hua nahi hai. Niche baith. Aur mera lund muh mein le.”

Vaishali ne use dekha. Uski sharm aur badh gayi. Woh khadi thi, nangi, sadak par, aur woh use neeche baithne ko keh raha tha. Usne sir hila diya. “Nahi. Main yeh nahi kar sakti. Yahan nahi.”

“Baith.”

Woh dheere se neeche baith gayi. Gaadi ke darwaze ke paas, pair mod kar. Uska chehra uske lund ke saamne tha. Wohi lund jo abhi uski chut ke andar tha, geela, garam, uski mehek uske paas. Usne aankhen neeche kar li. Vikram ne uska sir pakda, baalon se, aur use aage kiya. “Chus ab.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Uska munh uske supade ke paas tha. Sharm uske poore jism mein thi, lekin uske haath uski jaanghon par the, aur woh peeche nahi hati. Vikram ne uska sir aur thoda aage dhakela. “Muh khol.” Uski awaaz dheemi thi, lekin rukne wali nahi. Vaishali ne dheere se honth khole. Bahar andhera tha, gaadi ke sheeshe par unka aks tha, aur uske munh ke saamne wahi lund tha jo use abhi tak chod raha tha.



Vaishali ne dheere se honth khole. Vikram ka lund uske munh ke bilkul saamne tha, mota, naso se bhara hua, uski chut ke ras se ab bhi geela. Mehek uski thi, garam aur meethi-kadwi, jo use sharminda kar rahi thi. Usne aankhen band kar li. Vikram ne uska sir pakda, baalon ko mutthi mein liya, aur dheere se uske munh ke andar dhakel diya. Supada uske honthon se hote hue jeebh par aa gaya. Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Usne turant peeche hatna chaaha, lekin uska haath uske sir par tha.


“Muh khol ke rakh,” usne kaha. Awaaz dheemi thi, lekin sakht. “Aur chus.”

Vaishali ne apne honth uske lund ke gird kas liye. Pehli baar usne jeebh se use chhua, dheere, upar se neeche. Swad uski chut ka tha, aur uske neeche lund ka. Uski aankhen band rahi. Vikram ne ek saans li, lambi, aur uske sir ko thoda aur aage kiya. Lund uske muh mein aur andar chala gaya, jeebh ke upar se hote hue. Vaishali ke gaal phool gaye. Usne naak se saans li, tez, aur dheere-dheere chusna shuru kiya. Uski jeebh neeche se upar aayi, nas ko chaata, phir supade ke gird ghumi. Ek chhoti si geeli awaaz nikal gayi, uske munh se, jab usne use chusa.

Vikram ne uske baal aur kas ke pakde. “Haan. Aise hi.” Usne dheere-dheere uske sir ko aage-peeche karna shuru kiya. Vaishali ka munh uske lund par chadh raha tha, phir utar raha tha. Har baar jab woh andar jaata, uski jeebh use chaat leti, aur jab bahar aata, uske honth use kas ke chhodte. Uski laar uske lund par lag gayi, chamakne lagi. Vaishali ki aankhon se paani nikal aaya, sharm se, aur us mehnat se jo use karna pad raha tha. Woh neeche baithi thi, nangi, gaadi ke darwaze ke paas, aur uska pati uske munh ko apne lund par chala raha tha.

Usne ek baar aur gehra kiya. Lund uske gale ke paas tak chala gaya. Vaishali ki saans ruk gayi. Usne haath uski jaangh par rakhe, use dhakelne ke liye, lekin Vikram ne uska sir pakde rakha. “Ruk. Thoda aur.” Usne do second ruka, phir bahar nikala. Vaishali ne tez saans li, laar uske honth se neeche giri, uski thodi par. Vikram ne uske gaal ko ek haath se chhua, angutha uske geele honth par phiraya. “Achha kar rahi hai. Apni chut ka swad le rahi hai.”

Vaishali ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski awaaz nahi thi. Usne aankhen neeche kar li aur phir se uske lund ko munh mein liya. Is baar usne khud jeebh chalayi. Supade ko chaata, neeche ki nas ko upar se neeche, phir munh se chusa, dheere, phir tez. Vikram ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne uske sir ko dono haathon se pakda aur ab khud rhythm banayi. Aage. Peeche. Aage. Peeche. Vaishali ka munh uske lund par baar-baar chadh raha tha. Geeli awaaz saaf thi, uske honthon ki, uski jeebh ki. Uski laar ab uske lund ko poora geela kar chuki thi, uski thodi se beh kar uske seene par gir rahi thi.

Vikram garam ho gaya. Uske dhakke tez ho gaye. Lund uske munh ke andar jaata, uske gale ko chhuta, aur bahar aata. Vaishali ki aankhen band thi, aansu uske gaal se beh rahe the. Woh saans naak se le rahi thi, tez, aur har baar jab woh bahar aata toh ek chhoti si siski uske gale se nikal jaati. “Ahh—” dabi hui. Vikram ne uske baal aur kas ke khinche. “Main aa raha hoon. Tu nikaal mat. Muh mein hi.”

Vaishali ne sir hilana chaaha. Nahi. Lekin uska haath uske sir par tha. Usne aakhri do-teen baar gehra kiya, lund uske muh ke andar tak, aur ruk gaya. Uska jism sakht ho gaya. Garam, gaadha virya uske munh mein chhoota, jeebh par, gale ke paas. Vaishali ki aankhen khul gayi. Usne peeche hatna chaaha, lekin Vikram ne uska sir pakde rakha. “Nigal. Poora.”

Usne ek pal ruka. Phir dheere se nigla. Virya uske gale se neeche gaya. Kuch uske honth se bahar nikla, uski thodi par, uske seene par. Vikram ne dheere se lund bahar nikala. Woh ab bhi thoda sakht tha, uske virya aur uski laar se geela. Vaishali ne sar neeche kiya. Uski saans tez thi. Munh mein ab bhi swad tha. Vikram ne uske baal chhode, uske gaal par haath rakha, aur kaha, “Achha kiya. Ab utha. Ghar chalte hain.”

Vaishali ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh dheere se uthi, taangein kaanpti hui. Uska munh geela tha, seena geela, aur uski aankhen neeche. Bahar andhera tha. Gaadi ke sheeshe par uska aks tha, nanga, munh laar aur virya se bhara hua, aur Vikram uske saamne khada, saans tez, khush.



Vikram ne use uthaya. Uski taangein ab bhi kaanp rahi thi. Usne uska chehra apne haathon mein liya, anguthe uske geele honthon par, aur jhuk kar uske munh par kiss ki. Gehra. Usne uski jeebh ko apne munh mein liya, chusa, aur usi swad ko piya jo abhi uske gale se neeche gaya tha. Vaishali ne use dhakela nahi. Uski saans uske munh mein ghul gayi. Jab usne kiss toda, tab uske honth laal the, geele, aur uske gale par naya nishan ban chuka tha.

“Chal,” usne kaha. “Kapde pehen. Ghar chalte hain.”
Andhere mein Vaishali ne kapde uthaye. Saree lapet-te waqt uske haath kaanpe. Pallu theek se nahi baitha. Blouse ke hook ek baar phir se khul gaye, usne do baar band kiye. Bra usne pehni, lekin cup thoda ulat gaya. Baal bikhre hue the, lipstick poori mit chuki thi, honth sooje hue, aur gale aur seene par Vikram ke daanton ke nishan saaf dikh rahe the. Andhere mein bhi pata chal raha tha ki uske saath kuch rough hua hai. Woh chud ke aa rahi thi. Usne aaine mein nahi dekha. Gaadi mein baith gayi, khidki ki taraf, pallu kas ke.
Vikram ne gaadi chalayi. Society ke gate par pahuncha. Usne engine band kiya aur kaha, “Main ek cigarette ka packet le kar aata hoon. Tu upar ja. Darwaza khula hoga.”




Vaishali utri. Uski chappal theek se nahi padi thi. Woh seedhiyon par chadhne lagi, pallu baar-baar sarak raha tha, baal uske chehre par aa rahe the. Landing par Arjun khada tha. Shayad paani lene aaya tha, ya sheeshe se neeche dekh raha tha. Usne use dekha. Hari nahi, kaali saree. Bikhri hui. Baal uljhe. Honth sooje. Gale par nishan. Aankhen laal. Uska chehra safed ho gaya.

“Maa,” usne kaha, dheere. “Aap theek ho na? Yeh halat kaise hui aapki?”
Vaishali ruk gayi. Uski saans tez thi. Uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya, garam, bina awaaz ke. Usne kuch nahi socha. Usne haath uthaya aur uske gaal par ek jor ka thappad maara. Awaaz landing par goonj gayi. Arjun ka sir ek taraf mud gaya. Nishan turant laal ho gaya. Vaishali ki ungliyan kaanp rahi thi. Uski aankhon se aansu gir rahe the, lekin uski awaaz gusse se bhari thi, thaki hui.
“


Tum pooch rahe ho?” usne kaha. “Tum. Jo yeh sab shuru kiya. Ab meri halat dekh kar pooch rahe ho main theek hoon?”

Arjun ne apna gaal pakda. Kuch nahi bola. Vaishali ne use aur nahi dekha. Woh baju wale darwaze par gayi, Vikram ke flat ke, aur andar chali gayi. Darwaza band hua. Andar se uski dabi hui siskiyan aayi, ek pal, phir chup.
Arjun landing par khada raha. Uske gaal par thappad ka nishan garam tha. Usne neeche dekha. Kaali saree ki ek dor uske pairon ke paas giri thi, jo Vaishali ke sarakne se nikal aayi thi. Usne use uthaya nahi. Woh dheere se apne darwaze ki taraf gaya, andar aaya, aur sofe par baith gaya. Gaal dard kar raha tha. Uske kaan mein ab bhi uski awaaz thi, gusse wali, thaki hui. Usne socha, isne yeh kya kar diya. Usne nahi. Usne khud. Aur ab uski maa upar kamre mein ro rahi thi, kaali saree mein, gale par nishan ke saath, aur woh neeche baitha tha, thappad ka nishan le kar, bina yeh jaane ke ki ab kya karega.

[Fing fing]

Truely you are master of erotic writing!! update is just mind blowing......Dark ,sexy and packed with betrayal..loved it

A request from your fan  to give hot sex pic on  your earlier updates (which has none or little pics)  .... Visual effect connects your fan more with above story...pleaseeeeee

Superb

[Deep seed]

Shandar  update

[Ankita b]

Vaishali is actually getting intense sex which she has never dreamt off. At this rate Vikram wants to start his own family with vaishali and the irony plus sexy part she can not deny him


sometimes tragedy gives some thing better. Super erotic story

[chrisgale159]

Nice update bro please don't stop update and complete the story

[Aman34]

Vikram vaishali ko ko khub pyar de kahi le jakar parpose kare vaishali ko bhi vikram se pyar ho jaye

[Featherguy]

Truely you are master of erotic writing!! update is just mind blowing......Dark ,sexy and packed with betrayal..loved it

A request from your fan  to give hot sex pic on  your earlier updates (which has none or little pics)  .... Visual effect connects your fan more with above story...pleaseeeeee

Superb

2nd page updates has no pics or sex, requesting to add some sex pics etc


Please complete above story as the concept is different, sexy and filled with betrayal .Losing mom in hand of stronger male hits different.Truely amazing story

Sexy vaishali
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[Aman34]

Vikram vaishali ko pyar se chode pura pyar de

[Waseem990]

next update waiting

[poorangyan]

[Deep seed]

sexy and damm hot. Please update pls

[dramasingh]

waiting for next update