[Joker44]

Kuch din beet gaye the vibrator wali raat ke baad.
Us raat ke baad Vikram ne ek naya rule bana diya tha. Simple rule, lekin Vaishali ke liye bohot bhari. Usne kaha tha — jab bhi ghar pe koi mehmaan ho, chahe Arjun ho, chahe koi aur, vibrator Vaishali ki chut mein rahega. Quiet mode pe. Aur jab uska man karega, woh remote se use vibrate kar dega. Kitni der, kitna tez — yeh uske haath mein.
Vaishali ne mana kiya tha. Aankhen badi karke, awaaz kaanp ke. “Vikram… yeh nahi… main logon ke saamne… nahi kar sakti… please…” Usne socha, uski chut mein.
Usne suna nahi. Usne uska chin pakda, dheere se hasa, aur kaha, “Tu mere liye karegi. Tu pehle bhi sharma rahi thi. Phir maza aaya. Yeh bhi aayega. Main control rakhunga. Bas tu chup rehna.” Usne uski jaangh par haath rakha.
Woh din se yeh roz ho raha tha. Kabhi subah chai peete hue jab koi neighbour aa jata. Kabhi shaam ko TV pe. Kabhi jab Arjun phone pe baat kar raha hota door pe. Remote Vikram ki pocket mein rehta. Uske ungliyon pe. Aur jab woh dabata, Vaishali ki saans atak jati. Zanon mein tingle, clit pe buzz, pet ke neeche garmi. Kabhi uske ghutne kamzor pad jate. Kabhi usse lagta pee nikal jayegi. Woh ladkhada jati, plate chhod deti, kitchen ki sink pakad leti. Aur Vikram has deta — dheemi awaaz mein, jaise koi private joke. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Aaj Arjun aaya tha.
Vikram ne khud call kiya tha. “Arre bhai, aaja. Free hai? Game khelenge. Nayi console lagi hai.” Arjun thoda der soch ke aa gaya. College ka pressure tha, lekin Vikram ke ghar aana… yeh ab uske liye ajeeb aur zaroori dono tha. Woh apni maa ko dekhna chahta tha. Chahe “Bhabhi” keh ke. Usne socha, uski moan.
Shaam ka time tha. Hall mein soft light. TV pe racing game chal raha tha. Vikram aur Arjun sofa pe baith ke controllers pakde hue the. Dono has rahe the, gaaliyan de rahe the, score pe lad rahe the. Normal si dosti ki awaaz.
Vaishali unke paas hi baithi thi. Side wali chair pe. Simple cotton saree, pallu theek se. Baal bandhe. Chehre pe halka smile — beta aur yeh ladka saath has rahe hain, yeh dekh ke uske andar thoda sukoon tha. Kitchen se chai ki khushbu aa rahi thi. Usne cup rakhe the tray pe, lekin abhi uth ke laane wali thi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut mein vibrator tha.
Kuch der silence bhi aaya. Game loading ho rahi thi. Controllers neeche. Dono paani pee rahe the.
Tabhi.
Buzz.
Chhoti si, andar ki. Remote Vikram ne pocket mein dabaya — bilkul dheere, low level. Vaishali ki aankhen ek second ke liye badi ho gayin. Uske hont khule. Pet ke neeche sudden vibration. Clit pe seedha. Chut ke andar pink toy hilne laga — dheere, lekin clear. Uski chut geeli ho gayi.
Uske munh se gasps nikal gayi.




“Ahh—”
Arjun ne turant sir ghumaya. “Kya hua, Bhabhi?”
Vikram ne casually remote hata ke controller uthaya, chehra normal. “Kuch nahi yaar. Shayad… khansi aa gayi hogi. Throat kharab hai shayad uska.” Usne Vaishali ki taraf dekha, aankhon mein wohi bull wala halka sa smile. “Hai na, Meera? Paani pi le.” Usne socha, uski chut.
Vaishali ne sir hilaya. Awaaz nahi nikal paayi pehle. Buzz ab bhi andar thi — low, continuous. Uski ungliyan chair ke kinare kas gayin. “Haan… bas… khansi… main… andar jaati hoon thodi der.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Woh uthii. Uthte waqt uske ghutne ek second ke liye kamzor pade. Arjun ne dekha — uska kadam ladkhadaya. Usne socha shayad woh genuinely beemar hai. Vikram ne dekha aur andar se maza aaya. Remote ab bhi low pe tha.
Vaishali bathroom ki taraf nahi gayi. Woh bedroom chali gayi. Door band kiya. Wahan jake usne deewar pakdi. Saans tez thi. Chut mein vibrator hil raha tha — sharam aur pleasure mil ke. “Nnh… Vikram… saale…” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, aankhen band. Uski chut geeli thi.
Buzz low tha, lekin seedha clit pe pad raha tha. Har pulse pe uske pet ke neeche tingles fail rahe the. Uski taangein halki si kaanp rahi thin. Usne apni saree ki fold theek ki, pet pe haath rakha, try kiya ki orgasm na aaye. Kyunki agar abhi aa gaya, toh hall tak awaaz ja sakti thi. Beta bahar tha. Controller ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Aur yahan woh deewar pakde khadi thi, chut geeli, nipples tight, munh dabaye. Usne socha, uski moan.
Usne socha — pehli raat jab Vikram ne toy nikala tha, usne kaha tha never done. Ab yeh uske andar roz rehta tha. Guests ke saamne. Beta ke saamne. Yeh naya rule uske liye jail jaisa tha. Mana kiya tha. Roya bhi thi ek raat. Usne suna nahi. “Tu mere liye karegi,” bas itna. Aur woh kar rahi thi. Usne socha, uski chut.
Kuch minute baad buzz ruk gaya. Remote off. Vaishali ne gehli saans li. Panty bilkul geeli thi. Thoda sa liquid uski jaangh pe bhi feel hua. Toy ab bhi andar tha — rule ke hisaab se nikalna mana tha jab tak Vikram khud na kahe. Woh mirror ke saamne khadi rahi, chehra thoda lal, aankhen nam. Usne lipstick theek ki, pallu set kiya, do gehri saansein liin. Phir usne compose kiya aur wapas hall ki taraf chal di. Jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.



Thodi der baad Vikram bathroom gaya. “Do minute. Nature call.”
Game pause. Arjun sofa pe akela. Vaishali kitchen se chai leke aa rahi thi. Cup rakhte hue uske haath thode kaanp rahe the. Arjun ne yeh dekha.
Woh utha. Vikram bathroom mein tha — door band, pani ki awaaz. Arjun ne awaaz dheemi ki.
“Maa… aap theek ho na?”
Vaishali ruk gayi. Cup tray pe. Aankhen uski aankhon mein. “Haan beta… main theek hoon.” Usne socha, uski chut.
Arjun ka chehra toot sa gaya. Uski awaaz mein bojh tha. “Maa… main… main so sorry. Meri wajah se yeh sab hua. Profile… paisa… yeh shaadi… sab. Main… main itna bada… ganda kaam kiya. Aapko… aapko isme dhakel diya.” Uski aankhen bhar aayin. Woh roya — dheere, kandhe hilte hue, jaise daba ke ro raha ho. “Main… main roz sochta hoon… agar main woh photo nahi lagata… agar main Meera nahi banata… toh aap… aap yahan nahi hoti. Aap ghar pe hoti. Papa ke saath. Mere saath.” Usne socha, uski moan.
Vaishali ka dil bhar aaya. Usne tray side rakhi. Arjun ke paas gayi. Uske sir pe haath rakha — pehle maathe pe, phir baalon mein ungliyan. Beta ab bhi uska beta tha. Chahe duniya use Bhabhi kahe.
“Mat ro, beta,” usne kaha, awaaz soft, toot’ti hui. “Mat ro. Yeh… yeh teri galti akeli nahi thi. Main bhi… main bhi pressure mein aa gayi thi. Paisa… Priya… lawyer… sab. Lekin ab… ab bas mujhe jaldi yahan se nikaal. Main… main yahan reh nahi paungi itne din aur.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Arjun ne aankhen uthayi. “Maa… aap… aap kitna seh rahi ho? Main… main sunta hoon kabhi kabhi… deewar se… awaazein… aur main… main pagal ho jata hoon. Ki main kuch nahi kar paa raha.”
Vaishali ne uske baal sahlaaye. “Sun… main try kar rahi hoon resist karne ki… jitna ho sake. Roz. Har baar. Lekin ab… ab mujhe nahi ho raha. Yeh ladka… sunta hi nahi hai. Main mana karti hoon, woh has deta hai. Main kehti hoon ‘nahi Vikram’, woh kehta hai ‘tu mere liye karegi’. Aur phir… phir mera jism… khud jawab de deta hai. Main… main kya karun, Arjun? Bol… main kya karun?” Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uski chut.
Arjun ne aankhen poonchhin. Usne maa ka haath pakda. Ungliyan kaanp rahi thin. “Maa… main… main koshish karunga. Lawyer… phir se… kuch na kuch. Papa ko bhi bolunga. Bas thoda time. College khatam hone do. Phir… phir main… main aapko nikaalunga. Promise. Main… main aapko yahan nahi chhodunga. Chahe… chahe mujhe kuch bhi karna pade.”
Vaishali ne uske gaal pe haath rakha. Aankhen uski aankhon mein. “Beta… ek baat aur. Main… main sharma rahi hoon tujhse kehne mein… lekin kehna padega. Jo… jo woh karta hai… kabhi kabhi… mera jism… react karta hai. Aur main… main khud se ghin khati hoon. Ki main tumhari maa hoon… aur yeh… yeh sab… toys… rules… logon ke saamne bhi…” Usne awaaz daba li, bathroom ki taraf ek nazar daali. “Lekin main… main ruk nahi paati hamesha. Woh… control… uske paas hai. Remote… uske paas. Samajh raha hai na kya bol rahi hoon? Main… main tujhe detail nahi de sakti. Bas itna samajh — woh sunta nahi. Aur main… main akeli pad gayi hoon uske aage. Bas… jaldi nikaal mujhe. Please.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Arjun ke aansu phir aa gaye. Usne maa ko hug kiya — short, tight, beta wala. Kandhe pe sir. “Maa… main hoon. Main hoon na. Aap… aap strong raho. Main… main plan sochunga. Is hafte hi Papa se milunga. Bas… abhi Vikram ke saamne… normal dikhao. Please. Woh… woh shak karega warna.”
Vaishali ne uska peeth sahlaaya. “Haan. Normal. Main… try karti hoon. Tu mat ro ab. Teri maa abhi bhi teri maa hai. Chahe… chahe naam kuch bhi pad gaya ho.” Usne socha, uski moan.
Arjun ne sir hilaya, aankhen poonchhin, thoda distance banaya. “Haan Maa. Main… main theek hoon. Aap bhi… theek dikhao ab.”
Tabhi bathroom ka flush sunai diya. Door khula. Vikram nikal ke aaya, haath poonchte hue. Usne dono ko paas dekha — Arjun ke haath maa ke kandhe pe, Vaishali ki aankhen thodi nam.
Usne eyebrow uthayi. “Kya baat kar rahe the? Itni serious?”



Vaishali ne turant distance banayi. Smile lagayi — thodi forced. “Kuch nahi. Arjun… uski career ke baare mein bol raha tha. College… job… kya kare, kya nahi. Bas itna.”
Vikram sofa pe baith gaya. Controller uthaya, lekin game pe dhyan nahi diya. Usne Arjun ki taraf dekha, asli interest ke saath. “Tera college next month end hoga na?”
Arjun ne sir hilaya. “Haan… roughly. Finals ke baad.”
“Tu mere office aa ja,” Vikram ne seedha kaha. “Internship dila dunga. Waise bhi mere papa ki hi company hai. Accounts, ops, jo tera field hai — wahan rakh denge. Theek se sab karlega toh… acchi job bhi dila dunga. Permanent. Salary bhi decent. Ghar ke paas hi office hai almost.”
Arjun ki aankhen thodi badi ho gayin. Sach mein? Usne socha tha Vikram sirf hasne-khelne wala hai. Yeh offer… unexpected tha. “Sach mein? Tum… serious ho?”
Vikram has diya. “Are, isme itni kya baat hai. Tu mere ghar ka hai. Mera… saale jaisa hai. Teri bua meri biwi hai. Tere liye itna toh banta hai. Family hai tu. Bas padhai khatam kar, aa ja. Main HR ko bol dunga.” Usne socha, uski chut.
Arjun ke chehre pe asli khushi aa gayi. Tension thodi si peeche hati. “Bhai… thank you. Seriously. Main… main hard work karunga. Promise.”
Vaishali wahan khadi thi. Cup ab thande pad rahe the. Uske andar do cheezin ek saath thin. Ek taraf — woh remote, woh toy, woh roz ka rule, woh sharm, woh helplessness. Doosri taraf — uska beta. Uske bete ki aankhon mein hope. Internship. Job. Vikram ke papa ki company. Beta khush. Beta set. Beta… thoda safe feel kar raha hai. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Usne dheere se smile ki. Aankhen nam thin, lekin is baar alag nam. Grateful. Scared. Mixed. Usne socha — agar Arjun khush reh sakta hai… agar uska future thoda set ho sakta hai… toh shayad yeh dard… yeh sharm… thodi der aur jheli ja sakti hai. Jab tak beta nikaal sake. Jab tak koi rasta nikle.
Vikram ne uski taraf dekha. “Meera, chai thandi ho jayegi. Aur… baith na. Game resume karte hain. Arjun, ready?”
“Haan,” Arjun bola, awaaz mein ab halki energy thi.
Vaishali ne chai ke cups unke saamne rakhe. Baithte hue uske andar phir se soft reminder tha — toy ab bhi andar hai. Quiet. Waiting. Remote Vikram ki jeans ki pocket mein. Kabhi bhi. Kisi bhi second. Usne socha, uski chut.
Woh chair pe baithi. Pallu theek kiya. Beta has raha tha TV pe. Vikram score pe chillata. Normal ghar. Normal shaam.
Bas andar, uski chut mein ek chhupa hua secret tha. Aur uske dil mein ek aur — ki woh apne bete ke liye ab bhi lad rahi hai, chahe uska jism har roz Vikram ke rules pe jhuk jaye. Usne socha, uski moan.
Game shuru hua. Controllers ki awaaz. Hasna. Gaaliyan.
Vaishali ne cup uthaya. Haath ab stable the. Aankhen TV pe thin, lekin dimaag mein Arjun ka roya hua chehra aur Vikram ka “saale jaisa” wala jumla dono ghum rahe the.
Beta khush hai, usne dil mein kaha. Bas itna kaafi hai aaj ke liye. Kal… kal main phir try karungi rukne ki. Aur agar nahi ruki… toh kam se kam uska future rukna nahi chahiye. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ne pocket mein haath daala. Remote ke kinare ungli rakhi. Usne Vaishali ki taraf ek nazar daali — soft, hungry, possess. Phir remote nahi dabaya. Aaj nahi. Abhi nahi. Beta khush tha. Biwi grateful dikh rahi thi. Usne socha — raat ko. Door band. Tab. Usne socha, uski chut.
Usne controller uthaya. “Chal Arjun, ab teri haar fix hai.”
Arjun has diya. “Dekhte hain bhai.”
Vaishali ne aankhen neeche ki. Smile rakhi. Andar toy tha. Bahar beta tha. Aur beech mein woh thi — maa, bhabhi, Meera, Vaishali — sab ek saath, ek chair pe, chai ka cup haath mein, aur ek aisi zindagi mein jisme har buzz ke baad bhi usse beta ki khushi sambhalni padti thi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uski chut.
Shaam dheere dheere raat mein badal rahi thi.
Hall mein game chal raha tha.
Aur Vaishali ke liye, pehli baar us din, sharm ke saath ek soft si hope bhi baithi thi — ki shayad beta nikal jayega is jaal se, chahe woh khud abhi thodi der aur isme rehna pade. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Aur remote Vikram ki pocket mein tha.

Raat ho chuki thi.
Arjun ja chuka tha. Hall shant tha. Vaishali bedroom mein baithi thi aur soch rahi thi. Aaj uske dil mein dukh nahi tha. Khushi thi. Arjun ko internship milne wali thi. Vikram ke papa ki company mein. Beta khush tha. Ghar ki paise wali tension bhi thodi kam ho sakti thi. Aur yeh sab Vikram ne kiya tha. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vaishali ne haath jod ke socha. Main uska thank you kaise karun. Usse flowers nahi chahiye. Usse sweet words bhi kam chahiye. Usse ek hi cheez chahiye. Mera body. Main yeh jaanti hoon. Roz jaanti hoon. Remote, toy, rules, sab usi taraf jaate hain. Toh aaj main khud usse khush karungi. Apni marzi se. Arjun ke liye. Thank you ke liye. Usne socha, uski moan.
Usne phone uthaya. Internet khola. Dheere dheere search kiya. Seductive dress. Golden outfit. Two piece. Lap dance. Couples night.
Jo photos aayi unhe dekh ke uska chehra sharam se lal ho gaya. Pet dikh raha tha. Navel dikh rahi thi. Thighs bahar the. Deep neck tha. Usne screen band ki, phir dobara kholi. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Usne yaad kiya ki shaadi ke baad usne aise kapde kabhi nahi pehne. Bedroom mein woh soft thi. Kiss karti thi. Touch karti thi. Soft moan karti thi. Lekin aisa dance, aisa open dress, aisa seedha seduction, yeh sab usne kabhi nahi kiya. Usne socha, uski moan.
Closet mein ek box pada tha. Vikram ne shopping mein laaya tha. Golden two-piece. Tag ab bhi laga tha. Usne pehna hi nahi tha. Usne box nikala. Kapda haath mein liya. Top chhota tha. Deep neck tha. Peeche almost khula tha. Bottom short tha. Sides pe lace thi. Saath mein ek patli golden belly chain thi jo navel pe let’ti thi.
Vaishali ne dil mein kaha, Aaj pehnungi. Aaj uske liye pehnungi. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram bedroom ki taraf aaya. Handle dabaya. Door band tha. Lock laga tha.
“Meera, door kholo. Mujhe sona hai.”
Andar Vaishali makeup kar rahi thi. Usne soft awaaz mein kaha, “Wait karo… please.”
Vikram ne poocha, “Kya hua? Itni der se kya kar rahi hai?”
Vaishali door ke paas gayi. Usne bilkul meethi awaaz mein kaha, “Please… mere liye. Thodi der wait karo na.”
Vikram bahar ruk gaya. Usse uski awaaz bahut pasand aayi. Roz aisi soft request nahi aati thi. Usne has ke kaha, “Theek hai meri jaan. Main wait karunga. Bas zyada late mat kar.”
Woh hall mein sofa pe baith gaya. Phone nikal liya. Dil mein sochne laga ki aaj yeh alag behave kar rahi hai. Aaj yeh khud wait maang rahi hai. Usne socha, uski chut.
Andar Vaishali ne makeup kiya. Aankhon pe halka smoky color. Honton pe dark glossy lipstick. Baal khole chhod diye. Phir usne golden two-piece pehna. Top ne uske boobs ko upar kiya. Cleavage clear dikh rahi thi. Pet bilkul khula tha. Belly chain navel pe leti thi aur light padte hi chamak rahi thi. Bottom uski hips aur thighs dikha raha tha.
Woh aaine ke saamne khadi rahi. Dil tez dhadak raha tha. Sharam aa rahi thi. Excitement bhi aa raha tha. Usne dheere se kaha, “Main aaj yeh sab pehli baar kar rahi hoon.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Usne light dim kar di. Sirf bedside lamp on rakhi. Phone pe slow music chala di. Ek gehri saans li. Door ka lock khola.
Dheere se door khola.
Vikram uth ke aaya. Usne Vaishali ko dekha aur wahin ruk gaya.



Woh uske saamne golden two-piece mein khadi thi. Pet nanga tha. Navel pe chain chamak rahi thi. Baal khule the. Hont glossy the. Aankhen thodi sharma rahi thin, lekin andar se tayyar thin. Light uske shoulders, cleavage, kamar aur hips pe soft pad rahi thi. Top ke peeche nipples thode mark kar rahe the. Taangein lambi dikh rahi thin. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram ka lund turant sakht ho gaya. Jeans tight ho gayi. Woh shocked tha. Usne kaha, “Tum… yeh kya… Meera… yeh kya pehna hai?”
Vaishali ne pehle aankhen neeche ki, phir uthayi. Soft awaaz mein boli, “Mujhe tumhe thank you bolna tha. Arjun ke liye. Uski job aur internship ke liye. Usse ghar ki problem thodi kam ho jayegi. Tumne uske liye yeh kiya. Woh… ghar ka hai. Family jaisa. Isliye aaj main… yeh sab kar rahi hoon.” Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram kuch bolne wala tha. Vaishali ne ungli apne honton pe rakhi. “Kuch mat kaho. Bas abhi tak chup raho. Please. Baith jao.”
Usne bedroom ke beech mein chair khinchi. Dim light thi. Music chal rahi thi. Vikram baith gaya. Uske jeans mein lund already hard tha. Aankhen uspe atki thin.
Vaishali uske aage aayi. Pehle door ke paas ruki. Phir dheere uske taraf chali. Hips music ke saath hil rahi thin. Uske haath thode kaanp rahe the, lekin woh ruki nahi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Woh uske aas paas ghumne lagi. Kabhi peeche, kabhi saamne. Uske kandhe ke paas jhuki. Baal uske face pe touche hue. Phir woh door hat gayi. Vikram ka haath uthne laga. Usne dheere se hata diya aur kaha, “Abhi nahi.”
Phir lap dance shuru hui.
Vaishali Vikram ki godi ke bilkul kareeb aayi. Usne kamar slow circle mein hilayi. Pet uske face ke saamne tha. Belly chain chamak rahi thi. Navel uski aankhon ke saamne thi. Usne haath peeche baalon mein daale. Chest aage kiya. Hips left right ghumayi. Usne socha, uski chut.
Phir woh ghumi aur peeth uski taraf kar di. Hips neeche jhukayi. Short bottom aur tight ho gaya. Ass uske face ke level pe aa gayi. Vikram ne saans rok li aur kaha, “Fuck… Meera…”
Vaishali ne music ke saath move kiya. Haath upar kiye. Baal peeche kiye. Boobs top mein hilne lage. Phir woh uski godi pe almost baith gayi, lekin poora weight nahi diya. Sirf thighs uski jeans pe thin. Kamar aage peeche hil rahi thi. Slow grind. Soft moan nikalii. “Mm…” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ka lund uske bottom ke neeche hil raha tha. Sakht tha. Garam tha. Usne uski kamar pakadni chaahi. Vaishali ne uska haath hataaya. Shy si hasi ke saath boli, “Touch mat… abhi. Pehle dekhte raho.” Phir usne uske kaan ke paas muh rakha. Hont se kaan chhua. Jeebh se halka geela kiya. Soft kiss diya. “Thank you… aaj ke liye.”
Vikram ki saans bhaari ho gayi. “Meera… tu pagal kar degi.”
Usne uski gardan pe kiss kiya. Soft. Geela. Slow. Neeche se upar. Pulse pe jeebh feri. Collarbone pe halka kaata. Phir dobara kaan pe aayi. “Love…” yeh word uske munh se sharm ke saath nikla. Ajeeb laga, lekin aaj nikal gaya. Phir woh uske honton ke bilkul kareeb aayi aur ruk gayi. Kiss nahi diya. Sirf saans. Sirf tease. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne phir touch kiya. Haath uski waist pe gaya. Pet pe gaya. Belly chain pe ungli feri. Navel ke aas paas ghumayi. Vaishali dheere se uth ke khadi ho gayi. Woh uske haath se door ghumi. Chair ke peeche gayi. Side gayi. Saamne aayi. Baal hil rahe the. Chain chamak rahi thi. Phir woh wapas aayi. Godi pe baithi. Grind aur gehra kiya. Boobs uske seene pe almost lage. Nipples top ke through feel ho rahe the. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Usne uske kaan mein soft awaaz mein kaha, “Ab… dheere dheere kholna. Ek ek karke. Main nachungi. Tum khologe.”
Vikram ki aankhen chamak gayin. Bull wala smile aa gaya. “Ab baat bani.”
Vaishali uske saamne khadi rahi. Music pe hips hilati rahi. Vikram ne pehle uske top ke peeche ke thin strap ko ungli se pakda. Dheere khola. Ek strap kandhe se gira. Vaishali ne soft moan diya. “Mm…” Doosra strap bhi khola. Top neeche slide hua, lekin usne haath se boobs pe pakad liya. Abhi poora nahi. Tease. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram ne kaha, “Hath hata. Mujhe dikha.”
Vaishali sharma gayi. Chehra lal tha. Phir usne haath hataye. Top neeche gir gaya. Boobs free ho gaye. Nipples tight the. Light unpe pad rahi thi. Belly chain navel pe thi. Vikram ne muh khol ke dekha. “Itni sexy… meri Meera…”
Usne uske boobs haath mein liye. Nipples ungliyon se dabaye. Phir muh laga ke chusa. Pehle left. Phir right. Jeebh se ghumaya. Vaishali ki kamar hilti rahi uski godi pe. “Ahh… Vikram… dheere… ahh…” Usne socha, uski moan.
Dance rukii nahi. Woh uspe baith ke grind karti rahi jab woh uske boobs chus raha tha. Bottom ab bhi pehna tha. Geela ho chuka tha.
Phir Vikram ne uske bottom ke sides pe haath rakha. “Ab yeh.”
Vaishali ne sir hilaya. “Haan… tum hatao.”



Usne lace sides dheere khole. Bottom uski thighs pe slide hua. Phir neeche gir gaya. Ab Vaishali uski godi pe nangi thi. Sirf belly chain. Chut geeli chamak rahi thi. Thighs soft. Vikram ne ungli se uski chut touch ki. Geeli. Garam. Vaishali kaanp gayi. “Ahh—” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
“Itni gili ho gayi nachte nachte,” Vikram ne kaha. Power awaaz. “Thank you itna bada hai kya?”
Vaishali ne aankhen neeche ki. Soft boli, “Tumhe… yahi chahiye hota hai. Isliye…”
Vikram ne uska chin uthaya. “Achha kiya. Ab mera nikal.”
Vaishali ne uski jeans ki button kholi. Zipper dheere neeche kiya. Underwear ke upar lund sakht tha. Usne palm se upar se dabaya. Vikram ki saans atak gayi. Phir usne underwear neeche kiya. Lund bahar aaya. Lamba. Sakht. Veins clear. Tip pe pehle se precum. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vaishali ne use haath mein liya. Soft muh se “Wow…” nikal gaya. Usne dheere upar neeche kiya. Sirf tease. Thumb tip pe ghumaya. Precum ungli pe laga. Usne aankhen uthake Vikram ko dekha aur usi ungli pe jeebh feri. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne gaali di, awaaz dheemi. “Fuck… Meera… aise mat kar warna main control nahi rakhunga.”
Vaishali godi pe se utri. Knees pe baith gayi uske beech. Music ab bhi chal rahi thi. Usne lund ko face ke kareeb laaya. Hont tip pe touch kiye. Soft kiss. Phir jeebh nikaal ke tip pe slow lick kiya. Chakkar. Neeche vein pe. Phir wapas tip. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ka haath uske baalon mein gaya. “Haan… aise… meri biwi…”
Vaishali ne muh khola aur tip andar li. Soft. Garam. Phir dheere aur andar. Cheek hollow. Upar neeche. Smack. Geeli awaaz. Kabhi sirf tip. Kabhi zyada gehra. Uske haath se base pakda. Doosre haath se balls soft dabaye. Dance wala feel ab bhi tha — woh kabhi sidha jhuk’ti, kabhi hips peeche hilati, jaise ab bhi nach rahi ho, lekin ab uske lund pe muh laga ke. Usne socha, uski moan.
“Ahh… Meera… teri jeebh… haan… suck… aise…”
Usne jeebh tip ke neeche ghumayi. Phir deep liya jab tak gale ke kareeb gaya. Aankhen pani aa gayin. Sharam thi. Lekin usne rukna nahi chaha. Thank you dirty ho chuka tha, aur usse pata tha Vikram yahi chahta hai. Power. Control. Uska muh uske lund pe. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram ne halka dhakka diya. Bull mode. “Aur le… haan… meri randi ban ke suck kar… aaj tu khud aayi hai…”



Vaishali ki aankhen uthin. Sharam se lal. Lekin muh nahi hataya. Usne aur tez chusa. Thook geela. Haath upar neeche. Moan uske lund pe vibrate ho rahi thi. “Mm… mm…” Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne uska baal kas ke pakda, lekin nahi jhada. Usne kaha, “Bas. Ab upar aa. Ab ride kar. Khud. Apni marzi se. Dikha thank you.”
Vaishali uthii. Hont geele the. Laal. Thook ki line chin pe thi. Woh uski godi pe wapas aayi. Lund seedha uski chut ke neeche. Usne tip ko slit pe ragda. Clit pe. Geela sound. Vikram ki jaw tight ho gayi. “Andar… ab…” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Usne dheere se baithna shuru kiya. Tip pehle andar gayi. “Ahhh—” Phir aur. Full. Tight. Garam. Dono ki awaaz nikalii. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayin. Pet bhar sa laga. Belly chain hil rahi thi.
Phir woh ride karne lagi.
Pehle slow. Upar neeche. Circle. Boobs uske face ke saamne hil rahe the. Vikram ne nipples chuse jab woh upar neeche ho rahi thi. “Ahh… Vikram… ahh… haan…” Usne socha, uski moan.
Usne uski kamar pakdi. “Tez. Mujhe maza de. Tu nach sakti hai toh chod bhi sakti hai.”
Vaishali tez hui. Thap thap. Geeli awaaz. Chair halki hilne lagi. Uske thighs kaam kar rahe the. Chut lund ko kas ke pakad rahi thi. Har baar jab woh neeche baith’ti, moan nikal’ti. “Ahh-ahh-ahh—” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ne uske ass pe thappad maara. Soft pehle. Phir thoda tez. “Haan… meri Meera… aise… tu meri hai… bol…”
“Tumhari… ahh… tumhari… ahhhh—”
Usne usse kiss kiya ride ke beech. Jeebh andar. Hont chuste hue. Phir gardan. Phir kaan. “Thank you… ahh… Arjun ke liye… ahh… tumhare liye…” Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram hasa, awaaz bhaari. “Arjun ke liye itna bada thank you. Acchi biwi hai tu. Ab jhad mere lund pe.”
Vaishali ki raftaar badh gayi. Clit har dhakke pe ragad rahi thi. Pet mein garmi fail rahi thi. “Main… aa rahi hoon… Vikram… ahhhh—”
Woh hil gayi. Pure body se. Chut ne lund zor se kas liya. Moan lambi nikalii. “Ahhhhhh—” Legs kaanp rahe the. Nails uske shoulders pe. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram ne usse chipkaya aur neeche se dhakke diye. “Le… ab main… nnh—” Woh uske andar jhada. Garam. Zor se. Pulse pulse. “Meera… meri… le sab…” Usne socha, uski moan.
Vaishali uske upar kaanp rahi thi. Saans toot rahi thi. Andar bhar sa feel. Sharam aur pleasure dono.
Thodi der baad Vikram ne usse uthaya aur bed pe litaya. Lund ab bhi half hard tha. Usne uski taangein failayi. “Ab main. Power mera.”




Usne uske upar se choda. Deep. Hard. Bed hilne laga. Belly chain har dhakke pe chamakti. Vaishali ke boobs hil rahe the. “Ahh— ahh— Vikram— dheere— nahi— tez— ahhh—” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
“Bol pasand aa raha hai?”
“Haan— ahh— aa raha hai— mat ruk—”
Usne ek taang upar ki. Aur gehra gaya. Geeli thap. Skin. Sweat. “Teri chut aaj khud nach ke aayi. Ab main isse todunga. Samjhi?”
“Haan— ahh— samjhi— ahhhh—” Usne socha, uski moan.
Doosri baar Vaishali close aayi. Usne sheet kas li. “Main… phir… ahhhh—” Woh dobara hil gayi. Is baar zor se. Aankhon se pani. Vikram uske andar hi tez hua aur phir se jhada — kam, lekin garam — uske naam pe. “Meera…” Usne socha, uski chut.
Baad mein dono bed pe pade. Saans bhaari. Vaishali ke baal uske seene pe the. Belly chain ab bhi navel pe thi. Makeup bigad gaya tha. Hont soojhe the. Thighs geele the. Chut sensitve thi. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne uske maathe pe kiss kiya. “Aaj tu khud aayi. Dance. Muh. Ride. Yeh main nahi bhoolunga. Tu jab chahe thank you aise dena.”
Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Dil mein Arjun ki smile thi. Jism pe Vikram ka weight tha. Usne dheere kaha, “Bas Arjun khush rahe. Itna kaafi tha mere liye aaj.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.



Vikram hasa aur usse apne seene se chipkaya. “Arjun khush rahega. Woh mera saale jaisa hai. Aur tu raat ko aise hi mujhe khush karti reh. Golden mein. Muh se. Ride se. Samjhi?”
Vaishali ne dheere se “Hmm” kaha. Sharam thi. Sukoon bhi tha. Body thak gaya tha. Aur ek clear baat thi. Aaj usne resist nahi kiya. Aaj usne diya. Kapde khulwaye. Lund nikala. Chusa. Ride kiya. Thank you ke naam pe. Apni marzi se. Lekin power phir bhi Vikram ke paas hi tha. Usne socha, uski moan.
Bahar raat thi.
Andar golden kapde farsh pe pade the. Music ab bhi dheemi chal rahi thi. Chair thodi hati hui thi. Aur Vaishali pehli baar clearly feel kar rahi thi ki jab aadmi Vikram ho, toh grateful hona bhi body se, muh se, aur ride se guzar’ta hai. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Aur remote ab bhi kahin tha.

[Rinkp219]

Wow Bhai
Cyclone Arnab main tufan ki tarah garma garam update.....
Maza aagaya......
Waiting more.....
Kya karu bhai muthhi nahi mar sakta PMT/PET hai 3 din baad
security officer ka..........

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[Trishasharma]

bahut mast,lazzatdar aur majedaar update hai ye
bahut hi enjoy kiya aur behad passand aya
thanks very much dost

[Aman34]

Vaishali vikram ke kabhi alag nhi ho vikaram se akhir me pyar ho jaye

[Deep seed]

super update and sexy !!

[Rinkp219]

Update ka intezar hai bhai

[Erotica erotica]

Story is not less than sex ? bomb. Update

[Rohan9318]

Update ?

[dramasingh]

next pls

[Rinkp219]

Update....

[Sexone]

Vikram should fuck her on arjun birthday secretly or arjun minor accident sleeping in hospital bed thinking about his pious mother will not allow vikram .Please update toooo hot

[Shiva reddy]

waiting for karwachauth sex ?? may be , update please

[Rinkp219]

Update ka intezar hai bhai

[Joker44]

"Thank you" wali raat ko kuch din beet chuke the, par flat mein uski garmi abhi tak kahin deewaron mein chhupi hui si lagti thi. Us subah balcony ki jaali se dhoop tirchhi ho kar andar aa rahi thi aur farsh par chhote-chhote sunehre chaukor bana rahi thi. Kitchen mein adrak wali chai ubal rahi thi, aur uski khushboo dheere-dheere poore ghar mein phail chuki thi. Vaishali ne apni hari cotton saree ka pallu kamar mein khonsa hua tha, baal ek dheele se jooday mein bandhe the jinmein se do-teen geeli latein gardan par chipki hui thi, aur maang mein subah ka taaza sindoor itna laal chamak raha tha jaise abhi-abhi kisi ne bhara ho. Haan, bhara bhi toh tha, aaine ke saamne, ek aise aadmi ke naam par jise woh do mahine pehle jaanti tak nahi thi. Uski jaanghon ke beech ab bhi kal raat ki dheemi si geelapan yaad aa rahi thi, aur blouse ke neeche nipples thode tight the, jaise jism ab bhi us raat ko yaad rakh raha ho.

Usne do cup tray mein rakhe aur dining table tak aayi hi thi ki Vikram ne peeche se aakar uski kamar mein haath daala aur use ek jhatke mein apni god mein kheench kar bitha liya. Tray hila, chai cup ke kinaare tak chhalak aayi. Uske seene par Vikram ka garam haath pada, aur usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut mein ek dheemi si geelapan aa gayi.

"Vikram… chai gir jaayegi," usne dheemi aawaz mein kaha, lekin uthne ki koi koshish nahi ki. Uski jaangh ke neeche Vikram ki sakht, garam jaangh thi, aur peeth par uske chaude seene ki dhadkan. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uska lund shorts mein thoda sakht ho raha hai, uski gaand se takra raha hai.

"Girne de," Vikram ne uske kaan ke bilkul paas muskura kar kaha, aur uski gardan par, jahan geeli lat chipki thi, ek halka sa chumban chhod diya. Uski jeebh se halka geela chhua. "Meri Meera ke haath ki chai se zyada meethi toh Meera khud hai."

Vaishali ke gaal laal ho gaye. Usne uska haath apni kamar se halke se hataya, uthi, pallu theek kiya aur saamne wali kursi par baith gayi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Vikram ne cup uthaya, ek lamba ghoont liya, aankhein band karke "aah" kiya, aur phir achanak bilkul seedhe, saaf shabdon mein bola, "Sun jaan. Parson festival hai. Is baar tu mere ghar aayegi. Proper tarike se. Shaadi ke baad pehli baar. Maa bhi wait kar rahi hai, aur poori family bhi. Festival ke din ghar ki bahu ghar par hi honi chahiye."

Vaishali ke haath mein pakda cup hothon tak pahunchne se pehle hi wahin hawa mein ruk gaya. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Usne kuch nahi kaha. Bas chupchap use dekhti rahi, aur uska dil achanak itni tezi se dhadakne laga ki use laga Vikram bhi woh aawaz table ke us paar se sun lega. Uski aankhon ke saamne ek-ek karke tasveerein ghoomne lagi. Woh bada sa shandar bungalow, oonche lohe ke gate, sangmarmar ki seedhiyan. Saas ki woh tez, sab kuch naapne wali nazrein. Aur dher saare rishtedaar, jo har cheez ko gaur se dekhte hain aur phir rasoi ke kone mein khade ho kar dheere se phusphusaate hain. Wahi ghar jahan woh sirf ek baar gayi thi, shaadi ke waqt, maroon joday mein, poori tarah darr ke saaye mein lipti hui, register ke panne aur pandit ke mantron ke beech saans tak rok kar. Uske baad kabhi wapas nahi gayi thi. Aur ab use wahan "Meera Deshmukh" ban kar jaana tha. Mehmaan nahi, bahu. Ek asli bahu ki tarah, jiske har kadam, har nivaale, har muskaan par nazar rakhi jaayegi. Usne socha, uski chut. Usne socha, raat ko.

"Kya hua? Chup kyun ho gayi?" Vikram ne cup neeche rakh kar poocha.

"Kuch nahi… bas, itne log honge na wahan," usne dheere se kaha, nazrein chai ki satah par tikaaye. "Main theek se sab sambhal paungi ya nahi." Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski nipples tight thin.

"Tu sab sambhal legi. Maa toh pehle se teri deewani hai." Phir usne aise joda jaise koi chhoti si baat ho, "Aur haan, Arjun ko bhi saath le chalte hain. Uske college ki holidays chal rahi hain, aur next month se uski internship bhi shuru hai. Family ke beech rahega toh accha connect banega. Saale jaisa hai mera, akela yahan kya karega?"

Vaishali ke honthon se ek behad halki, kaanpti hui aawaz nikli, "Arjun… bhi?" Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski moan.

"Haan, kyun nahi? Teri hi toh family hai, tere bhai ka beta. Ab woh ghar ka hi hissa hai." Vikram ne beparwaahi se kandhe uchkaaye aur phone uthaa liya. Usne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein wohi possessiveness.

Vaishali ne nazrein cup mein gaada di. Uske andar jaise kuch toot kar bikhar gaya. *Mera beta wahan hoga. Apni aankhon se dekhega ki uski maa kisi aur ghar ki bahu bani ghoom rahi hai… kisi aur ki saas ke pair chhu rahi hai… kisi aur ke naam ka sindoor laga kar sabke saamne muskura rahi hai.* Yeh sochte hi uske pet mein ek bhaari sa dard utha, jaise kisi ne andar se mutthi bheench li ho. Aur uske saath uski chut mein ek dheemi si geelapan aa gayi, bina wajah ke. Flat mein toh phir bhi deewarein thi, darwaze the, ek chhoti si duniya thi jismein woh kabhi-kabhi chupke se "Ma" ban sakti thi. Wahan, us bungalow mein, use poore din, har pal, sirf Meera rehna tha. Aur Arjun ko poore din, har pal, use Bhabhi bolna tha. Usne socha, uski panty. Usne socha, uske haath mein.


Tab tak Vikram number mila chuka tha, aur usne speaker on kar diya tha jaise yeh koi khushi ki baat ho jo sabko sunni chahiye. Ghanti teen baar baji. Phir Ramesh ki thaki hui, neend se bhari aawaz aayi, "Haan… haan Vikram ji, boliye."

"Ramesh ji, namaste! Parson festival hai. Aap aur Priya ji dono aaiye bungalow pe. Family hain aap log, Meera ke apne. Ek din ke liye toh aana banta hai."

Line ke us paar ek lamba sannata raha. Itna lamba ki Vikram ne "Hello? Ramesh ji?" bola. Vaishali ki saans jaise gale mein atak gayi. Woh us khamoshi ko pehchaanti thi. Bees saal se pehchaanti thi. Yeh woh khamoshi thi jo kehna toh bahut kuch chahti thi, par keh kuch nahi paati thi. Use laga woh dekh sakti hai ki Ramesh is waqt kahan khada hoga, neeche wale flat ki chhoti si kitchen mein, ek haath se slab pakde, aankhein band kiye. Aakhir mein Ramesh ne bas itna kaha, "Haan… aa jaayenge." Usne socha, unhone suni hai.

"Badhiya!" Vikram ne kaha aur phone kaat diya. Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya ki uski hatheliyan geeli ho gayi hain. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Priya ko phone kiya toh pehle usne taane maare. "Hum kaun hote hain ab, bade logon ke festival mein? Hum toh gareeb rishtedaar hain." Par Vikram ke do meethe shabd aur "aapke bina adhoora lagega, Priya ji, aap Meera ki sabse kareebi ho" sun kar woh bhi maan gayi. Phone rakhne se pehle uski aawaz mein jo ek halki si hansi thi, woh Vaishali ko bahut der tak chubhti rahi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Phone rakh kar Vikram uthaa, Vaishali ke peeche aaya aur uske kandhon par dono haath rakh kar jhuk gaya. Uski ungliyan dheere-dheere blouse ki kinaar ke paas khisakti hui collarbone ke us kaale til tak pahunchi, jise woh hamesha aise chhoota tha jaise woh uski apni koi nishani ho, koi mohar jo usne khud lagaayi ho. Usne uski gardan par halka sa chumban diya. "Dekh, sab set ho gaya. Ab tu bas tayyari kar. Maa ke saamne meri Meera sabse khoobsurat dikhni chahiye."

Vaishali ne aankhein band kar li. Uske sparsh se badan mein woh jaani-pehchaani si garmi utri, til se shuru ho kar seene tak, phir pet ke neeche tak. Aur saath hi andar ek ajeeb sa gunaah bhi utra, thanda aur bhaari. Usne uska haath pakad kar halke se hataya. "Office ke liye late ho jaoge." Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski nipples tight thin.

Vikram hans pada, uske gaal par ek chumban chhoda aur nikal gaya. Darwaza band hote hi Vaishali wahin baithi rahi, thandi hoti chai ke saamne, bahut der tak, jab tak cup ke upar malaai ki ek patli, jhurriyon wali parat nahi jam gayi. Usne socha, uski chut. Usne socha, Arjun.

Woh poori dopahar ek ajeeb si bechaini mein beeti. Vaishali ne bartan dhoye, jo pehle se saaf the. Farsh pochha, jo kal hi pochha tha. Phir balcony mein kapde tah karte-karte woh achanak ruk gayi aur ek Vikram ki shirt haath mein liye wahin khadi reh gayi, kyunki uske dimaag mein ek aur darr ne sir uthaa liya tha. Yeh darr Arjun wala nahi tha. Yeh alag tha, aur shaayad zyada purana, kyunki yeh har us aurat ka darr tha jo kabhi kisi ke ghar dulhan ban kar gayi ho. Usne socha, uski moan.

Use apni pehli sasural yaad aayi. Bees-baais saal pehle, Ramesh ki maa ka woh chhota sa ghar. Pehle hi din saas ne uske haath ki roti tod kar dekhi thi, "yeh kachchi hai." Ghoonghat ek inch khisak gaya toh nanad ne ishaare se theek karwaya tha. Subah paanch baje uthna, sabse aakhir mein khaana, aur kisi ke saamne zor se hasna ek gunaah. Tab woh bees saal ki thi, bholi thi, sab seekh gayi thi. Par ab? Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

*Ab main bayaalis ki hoon,* usne socha, aur shirt ko itni zor se mutthi mein bheencha ki uspar silvatein pad gayi. *Aur unki nazar mein adtees ki. Aur Vikram atthaais ka.* Das saal ka farak. Das saal badi bahu. Usne kalpana ki ki bungalow ki chachiyan aur bua sofa par baithi, chai ke cup ke peeche se ek doosre ko dekh kar muskura rahi hain. *Itni badi umar ki ladki, aur kabhi shaadi nahi hui? Kuch toh kami hogi. Ladke ko phaansa hai, paisa dekh ke.* Har ek kalpanik shabd uske kaan mein itna saaf goonja ki use laga koi sach mein bol raha hai. Usne socha, uski moan.

Phir rivaazon ki fehrist uske dimaag mein apne aap banne lagi. Saas ke saamne sir dhaka rehna chahiye. Kitna ghoonghat? Pura chehra, ya sirf maang tak? Kya un logon mein ghoonghat ka chalan hai bhi? Usne kabhi poocha hi nahi tha. Shaadi wale din toh woh sirf ek gudiya thi jise utha kar yahan-wahan rakha gaya tha. Pair kis-kis ke chhune hain? Bua ke, chachiyon ke, aur us budhi aurat ke jo shaadi mein kone mein baithi thi? Kya sabse badi chachi pehle, ya bua pehle? Kahin galat order ho gaya toh? Khaana kab parosna hai, kaise parosna hai, kya pehle mardon ko? Aur rasoi. Sabse bada imtihaan. Har ghar mein nayi bahu ki pehli rasoi hoti hai. Kya banaana hoga? Kitne logon ke liye? Agar namak zyada ho gaya, ya halwa jal gaya, toh woh baat saal bhar har shaadi aur har tyohaar mein uthaai jaayegi. *Deshmukh ki bahu ko halwa bhi nahi aata.* Usne socha, uski chut.

Aur saas ki aankhein. Vaishali ko woh aankhein shaadi wale din se yaad thi. Pyaar se bhari, haan, par unke peeche ek taraazu bhi tha, jo chupchap har cheez tol raha tha. Saas usse sirf chaar-paanch saal hi badi thi, aur shaayad isiliye unki nazar aur bhi tez thi, kyunki ek aurat doosri aurat ki umar, uski thakaan, uski aankhon ke neeche ki halki si kaalimaa, sab kuch ek pal mein padh leti hai. *Agar unhone pakad liya ki main adtees ki nahi hoon? Agar kisi ne poochh liya ki Meera tumhara bachpan kahan beeta, tumhare papa kya karte the?* Uske paas jawaab toh the, Arjun aur Ramesh ne ratwaaye the, par jhooth ki har eent ke neeche ek darar hoti hai. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Usne shirt tah karke rakh di, aur balcony ki railing pakad kar neeche society ke aangan ko dekhti rahi. Neeche baccha cycle chala raha tha. Kisi ki maa use aawaz de rahi thi. *Main bhi kabhi kisi ko aise aawaz deti thi,* usne socha. *Arjun… khaana kha le.* Aur ab woh usi Arjun ko, ek pure parivaar ke saamne, apni sasural ki dehleez par, "Bhabhi" kehte hue sunegi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.


Agli raat Vaishali bedroom mein almirah khole khadi thi. Bed par sarees ka dher laga tha — gehri maroon silk, hari Banarasi, ek simple peach cotton-silk, ek cream rang ki, aur kuch halki chiffon. Har saree woh uthaati, aaine ke saamne apne kandhe par lagaati, ek baar seedha dekhti, ek baar tirchha, aur phir wapas rakh deti. Usne socha, uski moan.

*Bahu ko kya pehenna chahiye?* Maroon bahut bhaari thi, shaadi ki yaad dilaati thi, aur use maroon se ab darr lagta tha. Chiffon bahut halki thi, bahut "modern", aur use chachiyon ki bhauhein upar uthti hui dikh gayi. Cream sundar thi, par festival par cream? Kisi ne ise saada samjha toh? *Kitna dhakna chahiye? Kitna sajna chahiye? Agar zyada saji toh kahenge naye ghar mein dikhaawa kar rahi hai. Kam saji toh kahenge Vikram ki biwi ko pehenna nahi aata.* Bees saal pehle jab woh Ramesh ki dulhan ban kar aayi thi, tab kisi ne itna poocha bhi nahi tha. Tab bas jo maa ne baksa bhar diya, wahi pehen liya. Usne socha, uski chut.

Aakhir usne hari Banarasi ko alag kiya. *Safar ke din yahi. Gehri hari, sone ki zari, festival ka rang. Koi ungli nahi utha sakta.* Phir peach wali saree ko alag rakh diya. *Yeh pehli rasoi ke liye theek rahegi, simple aur saaf.* Uske saath do aur sarees, apna mangalsutra ka dabba, sindoor ki dibiya, chudiyon ka laal-hara set, chandi ki payal, aur ek chhota sa makeup pouch. Usne socha, uski moan.

Vikram gym gaya hua tha. Flat mein sirf AC ki halki si aawaz thi aur bahar kahin door kisi ke ghar se aate pataakhon ki pehli, jaldbaaz aawazein. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.

Tabhi darwaze par halki si dastak hui. Vaishali ne mud kar dekha. Arjun khada tha, haath mein ek chhota sa bag, jaise khud bhi pack karke aaya ho aur ab samajh na pa raha ho ki aage kya kahe. Uski T-shirt par college ka faded logo tha, wahi jo usne pichhle saal Vaishali ke saath market jaa kar khareedi thi. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Vaishali ne aankhen uthayi. Ek second ke liye unki nazar mili, aur phir tut gayi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar. Aur uski chut mein ek dheemi si geelapan aa gayi, bina wajah ke.




"Andar aa jaa," usne dheere se kaha. Vikram ki gair-maujoodgi mein hi woh "beta" wali aawaz mein baat kar paati thi, aur woh aawaz ab uske apne kaanon ko bhi ajeeb lagti thi, jaise kisi purani almirah se nikla hua kapda. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.

Arjun andar aaya aur bed ke kinaare saree ke dher ke paas khada ho gaya. Uski nazar hari Banarasi par padi, phir peach saree par, phir maa ke chehre par. Kuch pal dono chup rahe. Pankha ghoomta raha. Phir usne bahut halke se poocha, "Aap theek ho?" Usne socha, uski moan.

Is ek sawaal ne Vaishali ke andar kuch hila diya. Pichhle kai hafton mein kisi ne yeh sawaal nahi poocha tha. Vikram poochta tha "khush hai na?", saas phone par poochti thi "khaana khaaya?", par "theek ho" kisi ne nahi poocha tha. Usne ek fiki si muskaan di. "Main theek hoon beta. Tu chinta mat kar." Usne socha, uski chut.

"Wahan… sab log honge," Arjun ne nazrein jhuka kar kaha. "Aapko… kuch bhi karna pade, main…" Woh baat poori nahi kar paaya. Uska gala atak gaya, aur usne bag ki strap ko ungliyon mein lapet liya. Usne socha, usne dekha.

Vaishali ne aage badh kar uske baalon mein haath phera, bilkul waise hi jaise woh bachpan mein karti thi jab woh exam se pehle darta tha. "Sun. Wahan main teri bua hoon, tere papa ki behen, Meera. Sab ke saamne mujhe 'Bhabhi' bolna, Vikram ki wajah se, jaise ab tak bolta aaya hai. Bhool ke bhi 'Ma' mat bolna, samjha? Ek galti, aur sab khatam. Tu, main, tere papa, sab." Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Arjun ne sir hilaaya. Uski aankhon mein ek dard tha jise woh chhupa nahi paa raha tha. "Pata hai."

"Aur wahan agar koi kuch bole… meri umar ko leke, ya kuch bhi… tu chup rehna. Gussa mat karna. Main sambhal lungi."

"Aap kab tak sambhalogi?" uske munh se nikal gaya, aur foran usne honth bheench liye. Usne socha, uski panty.

Vaishali ne jawaab nahi diya. Bas uske gaal par ek pal hatheli rakhi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski nipples tight thin.

Neeche lift ki aawaz aayi. Dono ek jhatke se door ho gaye. Arjun bina kuch kahe bahar nikal gaya, aur Vaishali ne jaldi se pallu se aankhon ke kone pochhe aur sarees tah karni shuru kar di. Jab Vikram pasine mein bheega andar aaya, T-shirt seene se chipki hui, aur bed par saree ka dher dekh kar bola, "Arre waah, meri bahu toh full tayyari mein hai," toh usne ek bilkul normal si muskaan ke saath jawab diya, "Aapki maa ke ghar ja rahi hoon, tayyari toh karni padegi." Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Vikram ne hari Banarasi uthaayi, use dekha, aur aankh maari. "Yeh. Kal yahi pehenna. Hare mein tu ekdam patakha lagti hai." Usne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein possessiveness.

"Chhee, kaisi bhasha hai," usne saree uske haath se chheen li, par uske honthon ke kone hil gaye. Usne socha, uski moan.


Us raat Vikram jaldi so gaya. Gym ki thakaan thi, aur kal subah drive bhi karni thi. Uska bhaari haath neend mein uski kamar par aa kar tik gaya, jaise roz tikta tha. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uska lund uski gaand se takra raha hai.

Vaishali chhat ko taakti rahi. Pankhe ke teen pankh, ek ke baad ek, ek ke baad ek. Deewar ke us paar, apne puraane flat mein, Ramesh shaayad jaag raha hoga. Aur yahan, is flat ke doosre kamre mein, Arjun. *Woh bhi so nahi raha hoga.* Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.

Usne man hi man kal ka din ek-ek pal mein jee kar dekha. Gate. Aarti. Pair chhoona. Sab ki nazrein. Kahin ek pal ko bhi woh Vaishali ban gayi, ek pal ko bhi uske chehre par woh purani thakaan aa gayi, toh? Aur phir, sabse aakhir mein, ek aur khayal aaya jisne use chaunka diya. Kal pehli baar Arjun use poore saaj-singaar mein, kisi aur ki dulhan ki tarah, sasural jaate hue dekhega. Shaadi wale din woh bhaagdaud mein tha, darr mein tha. Kal woh aaraam se, din ki roshni mein, use dekhega. Usne socha, uski moan.

*Woh mujhe kaise dekhega?*

Teen baje tak uski aankh nahi lagi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.


Subah paanch baje alarm se pehle hi uski aankh khul gayi. Vikram ab bhi so raha tha, chehra takiye mein dhansa hua. Vaishali ne chupchap uska haath hataya aur bathroom mein chali gayi. Usne socha, uski chut.

Garam paani der tak uske kandhon par girta raha. Usne baalon mein shikakai lagaayi, jo uski maa lagaati thi, aur phir ubtan, jo Vikram ki saas ne shaadi ke waqt bheja tha aur jo abhi tak bacha hua tha. Haldi aur chandan ki halki khushboo uske badan se uthne lagi. Naha kar jab woh nikli, toh bathroom ka aaina bhaap se dhundhla tha. Usne hatheli se ek chakkar mein bhaap pochhi aur us gol saaf hisse mein apna chehra dekha. Bina kisi singaar ke. Geele baal. Aankhon ke neeche halki si kaalimaa, raat bhar ki jaag ki. Usne socha, uski moan.

*Yeh Vaishali hai,* usne socha. *Ek ghante baad Meera hogi.*

Bedroom mein, almirah ke bade aaine ke saamne, usne shuruaat ki.

Pehle petticoat. Gehra hara, saree se mel khaata, jiska naada usne naabhi se do ungli neeche kas kar baandha, jaise saas ki peedhi ki aurtein baandhti thi, na zyada neeche na zyada upar. Phir blouse. Hari raw silk ka, kohni tak ki baahein jinke kinaar par patli sunehri patti thi, aur gala aage se gol aur sadha hua, par peeche se thoda gehra, jahan do sunehre latkan lage the. Usne hook ek-ek karke lagaaye, aur aakhri do hook, jo peeth ke beech mein the, wahan tak uska haath nahi pahuncha. Usne kandha mod kar, saans rok kar, koshish ki. Ungli phisal gayi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Tabhi peeche se do garam haath aaye.

"Main kar deta hoon," Vikram ki neend se bhaari, khurdari aawaz aayi. Woh kab utha tha, use pata hi nahi chala. Bas shorts mein tha, baal bikhre hue, aur uske nange seene ki garmi uski peeth tak aa rahi thi. Usne hook lagaaya, ek, phir doosra, par har hook ke baad uski ungli blouse ki kinaar se phisal kar uski nangi peeth par ek lakeer kheench deti, reedh ki haddi ke saath, dheere se, neeche tak. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uska lund uski gaand se takra raha hai.

"Vikram… late ho rahe hain," usne kaha, par uski aawaz mein woh dum nahi tha. Usne socha, uski moan.

"Hook laga raha hoon, jaan. Seva kar raha hoon apni biwi ki." Usne uske kandhe par, blouse ki kinaar se zara upar, apne honth tika diye aur ek pal wahin rakhe. Aaine mein Vaishali ne dekha ki uski apni aankhein band ho gayi thi. Usne foran khol li. Usne socha, uski chut.

"Jao, naha lo," usne kaha, aur uske seene par peeche haath rakh kar halke se dhakela. Vikram hansa, uske nitamb par ek halki si thapki maari, aur bathroom mein chala gaya. Uska dil der tak dhak-dhak karta raha. Usne socha, uski moan.

Phir saree. Hari Banarasi, gehra mehendi jaisa hara, jismein sone ki zari se chhote-chhote butte bune hue the, aur chaudi sunehri kinaar jismein kairi aur mor ki aakritiyan thi. Usne pehla lapet kamar par liya, kinaar ko zameen se bas aadha inch upar rakha, taaki chalte waqt payal dikhe par kapda na ghise. Phir pleats. Ek, do, teen… saat. Har pleat ko ungliyon ke beech daba kar seedha kiya, nakhoon se uski dhaar banaayi, aur saaton ko ek saath pakad kar petticoat mein khons diya, naabhi ke thoda sa baayein. Phir pallu. Usne use kandhe par chadhaya, ek baar lamba chhoda, phir chhota kiya, phir aur chhota, jab tak woh ghutnon ke theek peeche tak na aa gaya. Ek safety pin kandhe par, blouse ke andar, chhupa kar. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Phir gehne.

Usne mangalsutra ka dabba khola. Kaale motiyon ki do ladiyan aur beech mein sone ka chhota sa vati wala locket. Yeh woh mangalsutra nahi tha jo Ramesh ne pehnaaya tha. Woh wala almirah ke sabse neeche wale khaane mein, ek purane rumaal mein lipta pada tha. Yeh Vikram ka tha. Usne ise gale mein dala, aur thanda sona uske seene par, kaale til ke theek neeche, aa kar tik gaya. Ek pal ke liye uski saans ruki. *Do mangalsutra. Ek gale mein, ek rumaal mein.* Usne socha, uski moan.

Phir chudiyan. Laal aur hari kaanch ki, beech-beech mein sone ki do patli kangan. Usne ek-ek karke unhe chadhaaya, haath ko sikod kar, ungliyon ko jod kar, aur har chudi ke kalaai se guzarne par halki si khanak hoti. Dono haathon mein baarah-baarah. Jab usne haath hilaaya, toh poore kamre mein ek meethi, ghabraayi si jhankaar goonji, aur use laga jaise woh jhankaar ab uski har harkat ki chugli karegi. Usne socha, uski chut.

Phir payal. Chandi ki, ghungroo wali, Vikram ne shaadi ke baad di thi. Woh bed ke kinaare baithi, saree ko ghutnon tak uthaaya, aur ek-ek pair mein payal pehni. Pair zameen par rakhe toh chhan-chhan hui. Usne socha, uski moan.

Phir chehra. Usne halki si cream lagaayi, phir thoda sa compact, sirf aankhon ke neeche ki kaalimaa dhakne ke liye. Phir kaajal. Usne aaine ke paas jhuk kar, munh halka sa khol kar, kaajal ki pencil ko neeche ki palak ke andar se kheencha, ek aankh, phir doosri, aur kone par use zara sa bahar khinch diya, ek patli si dum. Aankhein achanak badi, gehri aur kaali dikhne lagi, jaise unmein koi raaz chhupa ho. Honthon par halka gulaabi-bhoora rang, zyada nahi. Maathe par laal bindi, ekdam beech mein, dono bhauhon ke beech, use do baar hata kar dobara lagaana pada kyunki pehli baar woh ek bal ki chaudai jitni tirchhi lagi thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Baal. Usne unhe sukhaaya, kanghi ki, beech se maang nikaali, ekdam seedhi, aur peeche ek bhaari juda banaaya, jismein usne chameli ka gajra lapet diya jo Vikram kal raat society ke gate se laaya tha. Gajre ki khushboo uske gale tak utar aayi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Aur sabse aakhir mein, sindoor.

Usne dibiya kholi. Chandi ki patli salaai sindoor mein dubaayi, aaine mein apni maang dekhi, aur use maang ki shuruaat par rakha. Haath kaanpa. Ek pal ke liye woh ruk gayi. Bees saal tak yeh rasm uske liye ek aadat thi, subah ki chai jaisi. Par aaj, aaine mein, salaai ko apni maang par tikaaye, use pata tha ki yeh laal rang kis ke naam ka hai, aur kis ghar mein jaa raha hai. Usne salaai ko maang ke saath peeche kheencha, ek lambi, gaadhi, laal lakeer, aur thoda sa sindoor uski naak par jhad gaya. Purani kahawat yaad aayi: *naak par sindoor gire toh pati bahut pyaar karta hai.* Woh muskura nahi paayi. Usne use pallu ke kone se pochh diya. Usne socha, uski chut.

Phir woh ek kadam peeche hati, aur aaine mein poori dekhi.

Ek aurat khadi thi. Gehri hari saree mein lipti, sunehri kinaar uske kadmon ke paas chamakti hui, pallu kandhe se girta hua, blouse ke gol gale ke neeche mangalsutra ke kaale moti, aur unke upar, collarbone par, woh kaala til, jo ab ek gehne jaisa lag raha tha. Chudiyan kalaaiyon par laal-hari aag ki tarah. Kajal se bhari aankhein. Maang mein itna sindoor ki door se bhi dikhe. Woh sundar thi. Woh khud jaanti thi ki woh sundar thi, aur yeh jaanna hi sabse zyada dard deta tha. Usne socha, uski moan.

*Yeh kaun hai?* usne socha. *Meera? Ya woh Vaishali jo bees saal pehle bhi aise hi saji thi, aur jise kisi ne itna dhyaan se dekha bhi nahi tha?*

Aaine wali aurat ne palkein jhapkaai. Uske honthon par ek halki si, sharmaayi si muskaan aayi, jo Vaishali ne nahi laayi thi. Woh apne aap aa gayi thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.



Bathroom ka darwaza khula. Vikram tauliya kamar par lapete, baalon se paani tapkaata hua bahar aaya, aur ek kadam chal kar wahin ruk gaya.
Kuch pal woh kuch nahi bola. Bas dekhta raha. Oopar se neeche tak. Maang ke sindoor se, kajal, honth, mangalsutra, kamar ka woh hissa jahan pallu aur blouse ke beech saanwali tvacha ki ek patli si patti dikh rahi thi, aur phir neeche, payal tak. Phir dheere se, bahut lambi si seeti bajaai. Usne socha, uski chut.
"Uff," usne kaha. "Maa ne toh bahu maangi thi. Main toh apsara le ja raha hoon." Usne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein hunger.
"Bas karo," Vaishali ne nazrein jhuka li, par uske gaal tamatar ki tarah laal ho gaye. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram paas aaya. Abhi bhi geela, uske badan se sabun aur paani ki khushboo aa rahi thi. Usne uski thodi ungli se uthaayi aur uski kajal bhari aankhon mein dekha. "Sach bol raha hoon, jaan. Agar abhi tujhe chhoo liya na, toh hum festival kya, kal tak bungalow nahi pahunchenge." Usne uski jaangh par haath rakha.
"Toh mat chhoona," usne phusphusa kar kaha. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski nipples tight thin.
"Bas ek." Usne jhuk kar uske til par, mangalsutra ke kaale motiyon ke theek upar, honth tika diye, aur halke se choosa. Vaishali ki saans tooti, aur uski chudiyan khanak uthi jab uska haath apne aap uske geele kandhe par chala gaya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
"Vikram! Nishaan pad jaayega," usne ghabra kar use dhakela. "Maa ke saamne…"
"Nahi padega, itna halka tha." Usne aankh maari aur peeche hata. "Baaki raat ko. Bungalow mein. Mera kamra bada hai, aur darwaza moti lakdi ka." Phir almirah ki taraf mudte hue bola, "Aur haan, Arjun ko jaga de. Saala ab tak so raha hoga." Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uske haath mein.




Vaishali ne aaine mein phir apna til dekha. Halka sa gulaabi tha, bas. Usne pallu ko zara aur upar kheench diya. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.

Arjun soya nahi tha. Woh kab ka taiyaar baitha tha, apne kamre mein, ek saadhe sky-blue kurte aur jeans mein, bed ke kinaare, phone haath mein, screen band. Usne bagal ke kamre se chudiyon ki khanak suni thi, payal ki chhan-chhan, aur ek baar, bahut dheere, maa ki hansi. Usne woh hansi suni thi, aur phone itni zor se pakda tha ki uski ungliyan safed pad gayi thi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Hall mein qadmon ki aawaz aayi. Chhan… chhan… chhan. Woh utha aur darwaza khola.

Vaishali gallery mein khadi thi, hall ki khidki ki dhoop uske peeche se aa rahi thi, aur ek pal ke liye Arjun ko sirf ek parchhaai dikhi, hari aur sunehri, chamakti hui. Phir uski aankhein roshni ki aadi hui, aur usne use dekha. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.

Woh wahin khada reh gaya.

Usne apni maa ko hazaar baar saree mein dekha tha. Karva Chauth par, Diwali par, cousin ki shaadi mein. Par yeh alag tha. Is aurat ki maang mein jo sindoor tha, woh uske papa ke naam ka nahi tha. Is gale mein jo mangalsutra latak raha tha, woh uske papa ka nahi tha. Yeh chudiyan, yeh payal, yeh gajra, sab kisi aur ke ghar se aaye the, kisi aur ke liye pehne gaye the. Aur woh aurat, jo bachpan mein usse "Arjun, khaana kha le" kehti thi, jo uske exam se pehle raat ko uske baalon mein tel lagaati thi, aaj ek doosre ghar ki bahu bani, uski sasural jaane ke liye saji khadi thi. Aur yeh sab, Arjun ne socha, *maine kiya. Meri profile. Mera Photoshop. Mere demands.* Usne socha, uski chut.

Use laga jaise kisi ne uske seene par se zameen kheench li ho. Ek ajeeb, ulta sa garv bhi utha, ki woh kitni sundar lag rahi thi, aur foran uske peeche ek sharam aayi us garv par. Phir ek aur cheez, jise woh naam nahi de paaya: ek bachche jaisa darr, ki shaayad yeh aurat ab kabhi wapas uski maa nahi banegi. Ki shaayad aaine mein usne khud ko dekh kar jo muskaan di thi, woh asli thi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Vaishali ne bhi use dekha. Kuch kaha nahi. Uski kajal bhari aankhon mein ek sawaal tha, *kaisi lag rahi hoon?*, aur uske peeche ek maafi. Dono ke beech gallery ke chaar kadam the, aur ek poori duniya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Arjun ke honth hile. Kuch nahi nikla. Usne nazrein neeche ki, payal par, jo uske pairon par chandi ki tarah chamak rahi thi, aur phir mud kar apne kamre mein wapas chala gaya, darwaza aadha khula chhod kar. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Vaishali wahin khadi rahi. Uske andar kuch kaanp gaya. *Mera beta… mujhe aise dekh raha hai, jaise main koi ajnabi hoon.* Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Paanch minute baad, jab Vikram, sky-blue jaisa hi ek bhaari kurta pehne, gaadi ki chaabi ghumaata hua hall mein aaya, toh Arjun bhi apna bag le kar bahar nikla. Vikram ne Vaishali ki taraf ishaara kiya, garv se, jaise koi apni nayi gaadi dikhaata hai. Usne socha, uski chut.

"Dekh saale, teri Bhabhi ko. Maa toh aaj behosh ho jaayegi."

Arjun ne ek pal Vaishali ko dekha. Uska gala sookha tha, aawaz bhaari. "Bhabhi… bohot sundar." Usne socha, usne dekha.

Bas itna. Do shabd. Vaishali ne muskura kar "thank you" kaha, ek bahu wali, ek bua wali muskaan, par uski chudiyan us pal itni zor se khanki ki use apni kalaai pakadni padi. Usne socha, uski moan.


Neeche society ke aangan mein do aunty sabzi wale se mol-bhaav kar rahi thi. Vaishali ko dekhte hi dono chup ho gayi. "Haaye Meera, kitni pyaari lag rahi hai! Sasural?" Usne sir hilaaya, pallu sir par theek kiya, aur gaadi mein baith gayi. Uske peeche aangan mein phusphusahat shuru ho gayi, aur use pata tha ki shaam tak poori society jaan jaayegi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Gaadi mein Vikram drive kar raha tha, Vaishali uske bagal mein, aur Arjun pichhli seat par akela, khidki ke saath, apna bag god mein rakhe. Dadar ki tang galiyon se nikalte hue Vikram ne music chalaaya, purane Hindi gaane, aur aam baatein karta raha — office ki, festival ki, maa ki tayyariyon ki. "Maa ne teen din se ghar sir pe uthaa rakha hai. Naya parda, naye diye, aur tere liye kuch surprise bhi hai. Mujhe bhi nahi bataya." Usne socha, uski moan.

*Surprise.* Vaishali ka pet phir sikud gaya. Woh haan-hoon karti rahi, par uska man kahin aur tha. Khidki ke bahar Mumbai bhaag rahi thi. Phoolon ki dukaanein, jinke bahar genda aur aam ke patton ki tornein latak rahi thi. Ek mandir ke bahar lambi line. Ek aurat apne bachche ka haath pakde sadak paar kar rahi thi. Vaishali ne us aurat ko tab tak dekha jab tak woh nazar se ojhal nahi ho gayi. Usne socha, uski chut.

*Gate par saas khadi hongi. Aarti hogi. Pehle unke pair, phir bua ke… ya chachi ke?* Usne man mein ratta lagaya. *Sir dhaka rakhna. Zor se mat hasna. Jab tak koi na kahe, baithna nahi. Pehle paani poochhna.* Use laga woh phir se bees saal ki ho gayi hai, ek naye ghar ki dehleez par, par is baar jhooth ke ek pahaad ke saath. Usne socha, uski moan.

Highway par pahunchte hi traffic khul gaya. Vikram ne gear badla aur apna haath wapas steering par le jaane ke bajaaye uski jaangh par rakh diya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Banarasi ke bhaari resham ke upar se uski garam hatheli ka bhaar saaf mehsoos ho raha tha. Pehle bas rakha hua. Phir uski ungliyan dheere se phaili, jaangh ke ghumaav ke saath, aur uska angootha kapde par ek chhota sa, dheema chakkar banaane laga. Ek chakkar. Phir doosra. Resham sarsaraaya. Vaishali ne chaunk kar uski taraf dekha. Vikram seedha road dekh raha tha, honthon par ek halki si muskaan thi, jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Usne socha, uska lund.

Vaishali ne dheere se uska haath pakda, jaise hataane ke liye. Par Vikram ne apni ungliyan uski ungliyon mein phansa kar aur kas di, aur dono haath ab saath mein uski jaangh par the. "Rehne de na jaan. Apni biwi ki jaangh pe haath rakhna bhi gunaah hai kya?" Usne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein possessiveness.

"Peeche…" usne phusphusa kar kaha. Usne socha, usne dekha.

"Peeche apna saala hai. Ghar ka hai. Usse kya sharam?" Vikram ne bina mude, zor se kaha, "Kyun Arjun? Tujhe koi problem?"

Ek pal ki chuppi. "Nahi bhai." Usne socha, uski panty.

Vaishali ki aankhein band ho gayi. Usne kuch nahi kaha, na haath hataaya. Vikram ka angootha phir chalne laga, is baar thoda upar, thoda andar ki taraf, aur uski jaangh ki naram maans-peshiyaan apne aap kas gayi. Us garmi ne uske pet ke neeche ek dheemi si lau jala di, aur woh apne hi badan se naraaz ho gayi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Usne nazar uthaai, aur rear-view mirror mein use do aankhein dikhi. Arjun ki. Woh chupchap dekh raha tha, uska chehra sakht tha aur jabda bhincha hua. Dono ki nazrein ek pal ke liye shishe mein mili. Ek pal. Usmein Vaishali ne dekha ek beta, jo apni maa ko bachana chahta tha aur nahi bacha sakta tha. Arjun ne foran khidki ki taraf munh pher liya, aur shishe mein sirf uska kaan aur uske baalon ka ek hissa reh gaya. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Vaishali ke seene mein jaise kuch jal utha. *Usne dekh liya. Woh sab dekhta hai.* Phir bhi usne Vikram ka haath nahi hataaya. Aur sabse zyada sharam use isi baat ki thi ki ek chhota sa hissa uske andar us garam hatheli ka bhaar chhodna bhi nahi chahta tha. Woh hissa chup tha, sharmaaya hua, par wahan tha, aur use pata tha ki woh hissa har din thoda aur bada ho raha hai. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Gaana badla. "Babul ki duaayein leti ja…" kisi purane radio station se. Vikram hans pada. "Lo, timing dekho." Usne channel badal diya. Vaishali ne apni ungliyan uski ungliyon mein aur kas li, bina jaane kyun. Usne socha, uski chut.

Aadhe ghante baad gaadi highway se utri, aur Bandra ki chaudi, ped-lagi sadkon par aa gayi. Ghar bade hote gaye, gate oonche. Vikram ne haath hata kar dono haathon se steering pakda, aur Vaishali ne turant apna pallu sir par kheench liya, kinaar ko maathe tak, aaine mein sindoor dekha, bindi theek ki, aur chudiyon ko kalaai par seedha kiya. Uski saans tez thi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Peeche se Arjun ki aawaz aayi, bahut dheemi, sirf itni ki Vikram music mein na sun sake. Shabd nahi, bas ek khaansi, jaise koi kuch kehna chahta ho aur kehne ki himmat na ho. Vaishali ne mirror mein nahi dekha. Use pata tha ki agar dekha, toh usmein se Vaishali nikal aayegi, aur yahan, is mod par, use sirf Meera rehna tha. Usne socha, usne dekha.

Gaadi mudi. Saamne woh oonche, kaale lohe ke gate the, jinpar genda aur aam ke patton ki moti toran latak rahi thi, aur zameen par rangoli ke rang dopahar ki dhoop mein chamak rahe the. Gate ke us paar bungalow ki safed deewarein, aur un par din mein bhi jalti chhoti-chhoti lights. Aur gate ke andar, aangan mein, rangeen saadiyon ka ek jhund, jinke beech ek aurat haath mein aarti ki thaali liye khadi thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Vikram ne horn bajaaya. Do baar.

Saare chehre gaadi ki taraf mud gaye.

Vaishali ne apni god mein rakhe haathon ko dekha, mehendi ke halke ho chuke nishaan, laal-hari chudiyan, aur Vikram ki di hui angoothi. Usne ek lambi saans li, aur dheere se, apne aap se, kaha, *Main Meera hoon.* Usne socha, uski moan.

Gate khulne laga.

Lohe ke bhaari gate dheere-dheere, ek lambi si cheen-cheen ki aawaz ke saath, beech se khulne lage. Har inch ke saath andar ka aangan thoda aur saaf dikhne laga, aur har inch ke saath Vaishali ka dil thoda aur tez dhadakne laga. Gaadi abhi wahin khadi thi, engine dheeme se ghurghura raha tha, aur Vikram steering par ungliyan thapthapa raha tha, jaise use koi jaldi na ho. Uske liye yeh apna ghar tha. Vaishali ke liye yeh ek imtihaan tha, jiska koi syllabus nahi tha. Usne socha, uski chut.

Gate ke us paar woh aurat, jiske haath mein aarti ki thaali thi, ab saaf dikh rahi thi. Gehri laal saree, sir par pallu, aur thaali mein jalta hua ek chhota sa diya, jiski lau dopahar ki dhoop mein bhi kaanp rahi thi. Peetal ki thaali par dhoop padti toh ek pal ke liye chamak Vaishali ki aankhon mein aa lagti, aur woh palkein jhapka leti. Us aurat ke aas-paas rangeen saadiyan sarakne lagi, kisi ne kisi ko kohni maari, kisi ne haath uthaa kar ishaara kiya, aur hawa mein ek halki si hansi tair gayi. Woh sab usi ki raah dekh rahi thi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Vaishali ne apni hatheliyon ko saree par dheere se poncha. Woh geeli ho chuki thi. Usne socha, bees saal pehle bhi uski hatheliyan aise hi geeli thi, jab woh ek chhoti si laal saree mein, ek chhote se ghar ki dehleez par khadi thi. Tab woh baais saal ki thi, aur use lagta tha ki zindagi bas ek baar hi aisa darwaza kholti hai. Aaj zindagi ne doosra darwaza khola tha, bada, ooncha, phoolon se saja hua. Aur woh nahi jaanti thi ki is darwaze ke paar use kya milega. Izzat, ya ek aisa jhooth jise use har roz, har chehre ke saamne, muskura kar nibhaana hoga. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Peeche ki seat se koi aawaz nahi aayi. Arjun bilkul chup tha. Vaishali ne mud kar nahi dekha, par use uski maujoodgi apni peeth par mehsoos ho rahi thi, ek garam, bhaari si chhaaya ki tarah. Usne man hi man kaha, *Aaj ke baad tu mujhe Bhabhi bolega, sabke saamne. Aur main sun lungi. Muskura dungi.* Yeh soch kar uska gala bhar aaya, aur usne jaldi se apne honth daanton ke beech daba liye, taaki lipstick na bigde aur aankhein na bhar jaayein. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Vikram ne uski taraf dekha aur halke se muskuraaya. "Tayyar?"

Vaishali ne sir hilaaya. Woh tayyar nahi thi. Shayad kabhi nahi hogi. Par usne apni chudiyan ek baar phir seedhi ki, pallu ka kinara maathe par thoda aur neeche kheencha, aur chameli ke gajre ki halki si khushboo ko ek gehri saans ke saath andar bhar liya. Woh khushboo use apne flat ki yaad dila gayi, subah ki, aaine ki, aur us pal ki jab usne khud ko pehli baar is roop mein dekha tha. Usne socha, uski moan.

Gate ab poora khul chuka tha. Aarti ki thaali wali aurat ek kadam aage aayi. Diye ki lau seedhi ho gayi.

Aur Vaishali ke andar, kahin bahut gehre, ek ajeeb si shaanti utar aayi. Darr ab bhi tha, sharam ab bhi thi, par unke neeche ek chhota sa, ziddi sa khayal bhi tha. *Jo hona hai, ho chuka. Ab bas nibhaana hai.* Usne apni god mein rakhe haath khole, ungliyon ko dheere se phailaaya, aur sir uthaa kar seedha saamne dekha, us roshni ki taraf, us ghar ki taraf, jo aaj se uska tha. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Vikram ne gear daala, aur gaadi dheere se aage badh chali. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.



Raat ke saadhe gyaarah baj chuke the jab Ramesh aur Priya ke nikalne ka waqt aaya. Porch ki peeli lights jal rahi thi, garden mein lagi chhoti-chhoti fairy lights ab bhi tim-tima rahi thi, aur gate ke bahar Ramesh ki purani grey Wagon R khadi thi, jo Vikram ki chamakti hui black Fortuner ke bagal mein aur bhi chhoti aur thaki hui lag rahi thi. Saas, Kamla bua, Mahesh chacha, Sunita chachi aur Pinky sab gate tak chhodne aaye the, kyunki is ghar ka niyam tha ki mehmaan ko darwaze se nahi, gate se vida kiya jaata hai. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.

Vaishali saas ke bagal mein khadi thi. Shaam ki aarti ke baad saas ne use ek baar phir kamre mein le jaa kar kapde badalwaaye the, "Raat ko halki cheez pehen, din bhar bhaari saree mein thak gayi hogi," keh kar. Par jo saree unhone di thi, woh halki zaroor thi, simple bilkul nahi thi. Gehre wine-red rang ki sheer chiffon saree thi, itni patli aur mulayam ki hawa chalte hi uske jism se chipak jaati thi, aur uske kinaare par chhote-chhote silver sequins ki ek patli si border thi jo porch ki roshni mein taaron ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Saree naabhi se kaafi neeche baandhi gayi thi, saas ne khud pleats bana kar kaha tha, "Aaj kal aise hi pehente hain beta, tu ab Deshmukh ghar ki bahu hai," aur ab Vaishali ki gori, naram kamar aur gehri naabhi khule mein thi, jiske theek upar ek patli si diamond ki kamarband chamak rahi thi. Blouse sleeveless tha, aage se gehra sweetheart neck, aur peeche se poori peeth khuli, bas do patli dori se bandha hua jiske sire par chhote-chhote moti latak rahe the. Pallu ek patli si lakeer ki tarah pin karke baayein kandhe par daala gaya tha, aur woh pin itna kamzor tha ki har doosre pal pallu khisak kar uski baah par aa jaata, aur Vaishali use dheere se wapas uthaati. Usne socha, uski moan.

Gale mein halka sa diamond ka solitaire pendant tha, kaanon mein chhote diamond studs, kalaai mein patli diamond bangles ke saath laal-sone ki chudiyan, pairon mein chaandi ki payal aur do inch ki nude heels, jinpar chalne ki aadat use abhi bhi theek se nahi thi. Uske baal khule the, blow-dry kiye hue, ek kandhe par girte hue, aur hothon par gehri wine lipstick thi jo saas ki beti jaisi Pinky ne zid karke lagaayi thi. Uske jism se ek mehangi French perfume ki khushboo aa rahi thi, jo Vikram ne pichhle hafte gift ki thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Gate ki taraf chalte hue Vaishali ke mann mein baar-baar ek hi baat aa rahi thi. *Ramesh ke ghar mein toh pallu sir se nahi hatta tha…* Dadar ke us chhote se ghar mein woh bees saal tak sooti saree pehen kar, sir dhak kar, chupchap rasoi aur kamre ke beech ghoomti rahi thi. Aaj wahi Ramesh uske saamne khada tha, aur woh uske saamne aisi khadi thi jaise kisi film ki heroine ho, kamar khuli, peeth khuli, aur pallu baar-baar kandhe se fisalta hua. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, usne dekha.

Priya pehle aage aayi. Usne saas ke pair chhue, sab se namaste kiya, aur phir Vaishali ke saamne aakar ek pal ke liye ruk gayi. Uski aankhen upar se neeche tak Vaishali ke poore roop par ghoomi, us diamond kamarband par thodi der tiki, aur phir uske chehre par wahi sakht si muskaan aa gayi. "Bahut sundar lag rahi hai, Meera," usne kaha, aur 'Meera' par thoda sa zor diya. "Ab apna khayal rakhna. Yahan sab kuch hai tere paas." Usne socha, uski chut.

"Haan Didi," Vaishali ne dheere se kaha, aur Priya ke gale lag gayi. Priya ne gale lagte waqt uske kaan mein sirf itna kaha, "Maze kar," aur peeche hat gayi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Phir Ramesh aage aaya. Usne safed kurta-pajama pehna tha, jo din bhar mein thoda sa sikud gaya tha, aur uske baalon mein safedi porch ki roshni mein aur zyada dikh rahi thi. Woh Vaishali ke saamne aakar ruka, aur ek pal ke liye kuch bol nahi paaya. Sab log dekh rahe the. Saas, chacha, chachi, Pinky, aur sabse paas Vikram, jo Vaishali ke theek bagal mein khada tha, haath jeb mein daale, chehre par ek aaram bhari, maalik jaisi muskaan liye. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.

Ramesh ne apna kaanpta hua haath uthaaya aur Vaishali ke sir par rakha, bilkul waise jaise ek bada bhai apni choti behen ko vida karte waqt rakhta hai. Vaishali ne turant sir jhuka diya, aur ek pal ke liye uske pair chhune ko jhuki. Ramesh ne use beech mein hi rok liya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

"Khush rehna, Meera…" Ramesh ne kaha, aur uski aawaz beech mein hi atak gayi. Usne gala saaf kiya, Vikram ki taraf ek nazar dekha, aur phir bola, "…dono. Dono khush rehna."

Vaishali ki aankhon mein ek pal ke liye nami aa gayi. Bees saal ka saath, shaadi ki raat, Arjun ka paida hona, chawl ki woh tang galiyan, sab kuch ek saath uske seene mein ghoom gaya. Aur aaj wahi aadmi, uska asli pati, uske sir par haath rakh kar use ek doosre mard ke saath khush rehne ka aashirwaad de raha tha. Usne socha, uski moan.

Usi pal Vaishali ko apni kamar par ek garam, bhaari haath mehsoos hua. Vikram ne apna haath jeb se nikaala tha aur dheere se uske pallu ke neeche sarka diya tha, seedha uski nangi kamar par, jahan diamond kamarband thandi thi aur uski chamdi garam. Uski ungliyan kamar ke naram maans mein halke se dabi, phir naabhi ke paas tak sarki, aur wahin ruk gayi, bina kisi sharm ke, sabke saamne, jaise yeh uska haq ho. Vaishali ki saans ek pal ke liye ruk gayi. Pallu thoda aur khisak gaya. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, uski chut.

Ramesh ki nazar neeche gayi. Usne dekha ki Vikram ka haath uski biwi ki kamar par, uske pallu ke andar, kaise aaram se rakha hua hai, aur kaise Vaishali ne use hataaya nahi. Ek pal ke liye uski aankhen wahin ruki, phir usne jaldi se nazar hata li aur gate ki taraf dekhne laga, jaise wahan kuch zaroori ho. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Vikram ne yeh dekha, aur hans kar bola, "Arre bhaiya, itne udaas kyun ho rahe ho? Behen ko sasural chhod ke ja rahe ho, koi pardes thodi bhej rahe ho." Phir usne Vaishali ki kamar ko aur kas kar pakda, use apni taraf kheencha, aur zor se bola taaki sab sun sakein, "Bhaiya, fikar mat karo. Din mein Maa khayal rakhengi, aur raat ko main achhe se khayal rakhunga. Bilkul achhe se." Usne socha, uski moan.

Ek pal ki chuppi ke baad Mahesh chacha zor se hans pade. "Waah beta, waah!" Sunita chachi ne munh par haath rakh kar hansi dabaayi, Kamla bua ne "Besharam!" keh kar Vikram ke kandhe par halki si chapat maari, aur Pinky khilkhila kar hans padi. Saas ne bhi muskura kar sir hilaaya, "Iski zubaan pe lagaam hi nahi hai." Sab hans rahe the. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Vaishali ka chehra laal ho gaya. Usne sir jhuka liya aur apne pairon ki taraf dekhne lagi, jahan payal porch ki roshni mein chamak rahi thi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Ramesh bhi hansa. Ek chhoti, khokhli si hansi, jo uske gale se nikli hi nahi, bas hothon tak aa kar reh gayi. "Haan… haan, kyun nahi," usne kaha. Par uske andar kuch aur hi chal raha tha. Vikram ke woh shabd, *raat ko main achhe se khayal rakhunga*, uske kaanon mein baar-baar goonj rahe the, aur unke saath uske dimaag mein woh tasveer aa rahi thi jo woh dekhna nahi chahta tha. Uski biwi, us wine-red saree mein, us jawan mard ki baahon mein, aaj raat, isi ghar mein. Uske pet mein ek ajeeb si gaanth bandh gayi. Sharm thi, gussa tha, beizzati thi, aur in sab ke neeche kuch aur bhi tha, ek garam, gandi si sihran, jo uski reedh ki haddi se neeche utar kar uske pajame ke andar tak pahunch gayi. Woh khud par hairaan tha, khud se nafrat kar raha tha, aur phir bhi us garmi ko rok nahi pa raha tha. Usne kurta neeche kheencha aur ek kadam peeche hat gaya. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, usne dekha.

Phir Ramesh Arjun ki taraf mudaa, jo thoda alag, garden ke kinaare khada tha, haath jebon mein, chehra sakht. "Arjun," Ramesh ne kaha, aur uske kandhe par haath rakha. "Sambhal ke rehna, beta. Bua ka khayal rakhna… aur apna bhi."

Arjun ne Papa ki aankhon mein dekha. Dono ke beech ek lamba, khamosh pal guzra, jismein sab kuch keh diya gaya aur kuch bhi nahi kaha gaya. "Haan Papa," Arjun ne bas itna kaha. Usne socha, uski panty.

Vikram ne Arjun ki taraf dekh kar kaha, "Tu kahan ja raha hai abhi? Itni raat ho gayi hai. Yahin ruk ja, upar guest room ready hai, mere kamre ke bagal wala. Kal subah saath mein chalenge, Maa ne nashte mein tere liye aloo paratha banwane ka bola hai."

Saas ne turant haami bhari, "Haan Arjun beta, tu yahin ruk. Ghar ka bachcha hai tu." Arjun ne ek pal Vaishali ki taraf dekha, jo ab bhi Vikram ke haath ke ghere mein khadi thi, aur phir dheere se sir hila diya. "Theek hai, bhai." Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Ramesh aur Priya gaadi mein baithe. Engine start hua, headlight ki roshni garden par padi, aur Vaishali ne haath hilaaya. Ramesh ne khidki se ek aakhri baar dekha. Vikram ka haath ab bhi uski kamar par tha, aur Vaishali ka pallu ab poori tarah kandhe se utar kar uski baah par latak raha tha. Gaadi mudi aur andhere mein chali gayi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.


Highway par gaadi chal rahi thi, aur gaadi ke andar ek bhaari chuppi thi. Ramesh steering pakde seedha saamne dekh raha tha, aur uski ungliyan steering par itni kasi hui thi ki uski ungliyon ki haddiyan safed ho gayi thi. Radio band tha. Bas engine ki aawaz aur bagal se guzarte trucks ki ghurghuraahat. Usne socha, uski chut.

Uske dimaag mein baar-baar wahi tasveer aa rahi thi. Vikram ka haath. Woh mazboot, gym wala, jawan haath, jiski nasen ubhri hui thi, uski Vaishali ki nangi kamar par, pallu ke neeche, aur Vaishali ka woh sharmaana, sir jhukaana, par haath na hataana. Bees saal mein Ramesh ne kabhi sabke saamne uski kamar par haath nahi rakha tha. Kabhi nahi. Chawl mein maa-baap the, padosi the, sharm thi, aur phir dheere-dheere aadat ban gayi thi ki biwi ko sirf raat ko, andhere mein, chupchap, jaldi-jaldi chhua jaata hai, aur phir karwat le kar so jaaya jaata hai. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, usne dekha.

Usne socha Vikram ke baare mein. Chaubees-pachchees saal ka ladka, chaudi chhaati, patli kamar, baahen itni moti ki kurta tight ho jaata tha, chehre par woh bharosa jo sirf paise aur jawani dono saath hone par aata hai. Aur phir usne khud ke baare mein socha. Pachaas paar ki umar, pet bahar nikla hua, ghutno mein dard, baalon mein safedi, aur ek aisi naukri jismein bees saal mein kuch nahi badla. Usne socha, uski moan.

*Bees saal…* Ramesh ne mann hi mann socha, aur uska gala bhar aaya. *Bees saal maine use apne paas rakha, aur maine kabhi use aise nahi chhua. Kabhi aise nahi dekha jaise woh aaj usko dekh raha tha. Kabhi aisi saree nahi dilaayi, kabhi uski kamar khuli nahi dekhi sabke saamne. Aur aaj woh ladka sabke saamne keh raha tha ki raat ko achhe se khayal rakhega… aur sab hans rahe the… aur main bhi hans raha tha.* Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Priya ne khidki se bahar dekhte hue achanak kaha, "Dekha, bhaiya?"

Ramesh ne jawab nahi diya.

"Dekha kitni khush thi?" Priya ne mud kar uski taraf dekha, aur uski aawaz mein ek tez, kaatne wali dhaar thi. "Woh saree dekhi? Woh diamond ki kamarband? Kamar poori nangi thi, peeth poori nangi thi. Hamare ghar mein toh kabhi blouse ka gala bhi itna gehra nahi hua uska. Aur jab us ladke ne uski kamar pakdi na, toh ek baar bhi hataaya nahi usne. Sharmaa rahi thi, par muskura bhi rahi thi. Main sab dekh rahi thi." Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.

"Priya, chup kar," Ramesh ne dheere se kaha.

"Kyun chup karun?" Priya hansi, ek chhoti, kadwi si hansi. "Sach hi toh keh rahi hoon. Ab woh uski biwi hai, bhaiya. Uske ghar ki bahu. Uski maa usko gehne pehna rahi hai, uske rishtedaar usko 'Meera bhabhi' bula rahe hain. Aur aaj raat…" usne jaan boojh kar baat adhoori chhodi, aur phir dheere se boli, "aaj raat woh uske kamre mein hogi. Uske bistar mein. Aur tumne khud aashirwaad diya. 'Khush rehna, dono.'" Usne socha, uski moan.

Ramesh ne kuch nahi kaha. Uska chehra garam ho gaya tha, kaan laal ho gaye the, aur uske pet mein woh gaanth aur kas gayi thi. Sabse buri baat yeh thi ki Priya ke har shabd ke saath uske jism mein woh gandi garmi aur badh rahi thi. Uska pajama tight ho gaya tha, aur woh steering ke neeche apne aap ko chhupaane ki koshish kar raha tha. Usne khud ko kosaa. *Kya ho gaya hai mujhe? Meri biwi kisi aur ke paas hai, aur main…* Usne woh khayal poora nahi hone diya. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Priya ne shaayad dekh liya tha, ya shaayad nahi. Usne bas phir se khidki ki taraf munh kar liya aur bola, "Jo hua, woh hamari wajah se hua. Ab sehna bhi padega."

Baaki raasta khamoshi mein kata. Ramesh ki aankhon ke saamne baar-baar wahi wine-red saree, woh khuli peeth ki dori, aur Vikram ka woh haath aata raha. Usne jeb se phone nikaala, ek signal par, aur WhatsApp khola. Vaishali ki purani DP ab bhi wahi thi, ek phool ki tasveer. Uski ungli keyboard par ruki, aur woh soch nahi paaya ki kya likhe. Usne phone wapas jeb mein rakh diya. Abhi nahi. Usne socha, uski chut. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.




Gate band hone ke baad sab log andar aa gaye. Saas ne Kamla bua aur Sunita chachi ke saath drawing room mein baith kar kal subah ki rasoi ki baat shuru kar di, Mahesh chacha TV par late night news laga kar sofe par pasar gaye, aur Pinky phone mein aaj ki photos dekh kar khilkhilaati rahi. Neeche abhi bhi roshni thi, aawazein thi, chai ke cup ki khanak thi. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.
"Main upar jaati hoon Maa, thodi thak gayi hoon," Vaishali ne saas se kaha.
"Haan beta, ja. Aaram kar." Saas ne muskura kar uske gaal par haath pheraa, aur phir dheere se, sirf uske sunne ke liye, boli, "Aur sun, zyada der tak jaagna mat. Kal subah rasoi hai teri pehli." Usne socha, uski moan.
Vaishali sharma kar mudi aur zeene ki taraf chali. Bungalow ka zeena bada aur ghumaavdaar tha, sangmarmar ka, aur upar ki light kisi ne band kar di thi, isliye pehle mod ke baad sirf neeche se aati halki peeli roshni thi aur phir lagbhag andhera. Heels ki tak-tak aur payal ki chhan-chhan us khamoshi mein bahut zor se goonj rahi thi. Usne pallu ko kandhe par sambhaala aur railing pakad kar dheere-dheere upar chadhne lagi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Doosre mod par pahunchte hi peeche se kisi ne uski kalaai pakdi. Vaishali chaunk kar mudi, aur andhere mein Vikram ka chehra uske itna kareeb tha ki uski saans uske hothon par lag rahi thi. Woh uske peeche-peeche chupchap upar aaya tha. Usne socha, uska lund.
"Vikram…" usne fusfusaaya.



Vikram ne kuch nahi kaha. Usne use dheere se, par mazbooti se, deewar se laga diya. Thandi sangmarmar ki deewar uski nangi peeth se lagi, aur Vaishali ke munh se ek halki si siskaari nikal gayi. Vikram ne apna ek haath uske sir ke bagal mein deewar par rakha, aur doosra haath seedha uske pallu ke neeche, uski nangi kamar par. Phir usne apne hoth uske hothon par rakh diye. Usne socha, uski moan.
Woh koi halka chumban nahi tha. Vikram ne uske neeche wale hoth ko apne hothon mein pakad kar choosa, phir apni zubaan uske munh mein daal di, gehra, bhookha, dheere-dheere, jaise poore din ka intezaar ek saath nikaal raha ho. Uski wine lipstick dono ke hothon par phail gayi. Vaishali ke haath pehle uske seene par the, use rokne ke liye, par kuch hi pal mein uski ungliyan uske kurte ko mutthi mein pakadne lagi. Usne socha, uski chut.
Neeche se Mahesh chacha ki hansi aayi, TV par kisi neta ki aawaz, aur Saas ka "Pinky, ab so ja" kehna. Sab kuch itna paas tha ki lagta tha koi bhi abhi zeene par aa jaayega. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Vikram ka haath uski kamar par kas gaya. Usne uski kamar ke naram maans ko mutthi mein bhar kar dabaaya, kamarband ki thandi chain uski hatheli mein chubhi, aur phir uska haath upar sarka, pallu ke neeche, blouse ke upar, aur seedha uske bhaari, bhare hue doodh par aa gaya. Usne poora mamma apni hatheli mein bhar kar zor se masla, aur patle silk blouse ke andar uska nipple turant sakht ho gaya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
"Aahh… Vikram…" Vaishali ki siskaari uske munh mein hi dab gayi. "Pagal ho kya? Chhodo… sab jaag rahe hain neeche… koi aa jaayega…" Usne socha, uski moan.
"Aane do," Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas fusfusaaya, aur uske kaan ki lau ko daanton se halke se kaata. "Meri biwi hai. Apne ghar mein, apne zeene par chum raha hoon. Kisko kya problem hai?"
"Vikram, please…" Usne dono haathon se uske seene par dhakka diya, aur is baar sach mein zor lagaaya. Vikram ek kadam peeche hata, hansa, aur uske hothon par ek aakhri chhota sa chumban de kar bola, "Theek hai. Kamre mein chal. Wahan koi bahana nahi chalega." Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Vaishali ne kaanpte haathon se apna pallu theek karne ki koshish ki, jo ab poori tarah kandhe se utar chuka tha aur ek taraf latak raha tha. Pin khul chuki thi. Blouse ka ek hissa thoda khisak gaya tha, aur uske seene ka gora ubhaar andhere mein bhi chamak raha tha. Usne pallu ko jaldi se dabaaya aur saans sambhaali. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Tabhi usne neeche dekha.




Zeene ke sabse neeche, jahan peeli roshni khatam hoti thi, Arjun khada tha. Uske haath mein paani ki ek bottle thi, jo shaayad woh guest room ke liye le kar aa raha tha. Woh ek pal ke liye wahin ruk gaya tha, aur upar dekh raha tha. Usne shaayad kuch dekha tha, shaayad sirf parchhaaiyaan, shaayad sirf aawazein suni thi. Par jab Vaishali aur Vikram upar ke mod se nikal kar thodi roshni mein aaye, toh Arjun ne saaf dekha. Bhabhi ka bikhra hua pallu, jo woh ek haath se seene par dabaaye hue thi. Uske phaile hue hoth, lipstick hothon ke kinaare tak bikhri hui. Uski kamar par laal ungliyon ke nishaan. Aur Vikram ke hothon par wahi wine rang. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.
Arjun ke seene mein kuch jalne laga. Usne bottle itni zor se pakdi ki plastic chatak gaya. Maa… uske mann mein ek hi shabd aaya, aur phir use jaldi se dabaana pada. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne upar se hi haath hilaaya. "Arre Arjun! Upar aa ja, bagal wala kamra tera hai. Towel-vowel sab rakha hai. Good night, saale!"
"Good night, bhai," Arjun ne kaha, aur uski aawaz itni sapaat thi ki khud use ajeeb lagi. Usne ek aakhri baar Vaishali ki taraf dekha. Vaishali ne nazar chura li. Phir Vikram ne uska haath pakda aur use galiyaare ki taraf le gaya, aur Arjun neeche khada reh gaya, sunta hua ki kaise payal ki chhan-chhan dheere-dheere door hoti gayi aur phir ek darwaza band hone ki aawaz aayi. Usne socha, uske haath mein. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

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Vikram ka kamra bahut bada tha. Ek taraf kingsize bed tha, jispar safed aur sunehri silk ki chaadar bichhi thi, aur saas ne uspar gulab ki kuch pankhudiyan bhi bikhervaa di thi, jaise yeh koi doosri suhaagraat ho. Ek taraf badi kaanch ki khidki thi jiske bahar garden ki lights dikh rahi thi, aur deewar par ek bahut bada, poore kad ka aaina laga tha, sunehre frame mein. Kamre mein halki si peeli lamp ki roshni thi, aur AC ki thandak mein mogre ki agarbatti ki khushboo ghuli hui thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ne darwaze ki kundi lagaayi aur Vaishali ko seedha aaine ke saamne le aaya. Woh uske peeche khada ho gaya, uske kandhon par haath rakh kar, aur dono ne aaine mein ek saath dekha. Wine-red saree mein woh, khule baal, phaili lipstick, bikhra pallu, aur uske peeche lamba, chauda Vikram, jo uske sir se bhi upar tak tha. Usne socha, uski moan.
"Dekh khud ko," Vikram ne uske kaan mein kaha. "Aaj poore din sab tujhe dekh rahe the. Chacha, cousins, mohalle wale, sab. Aur ab sirf main dekhunga."
Usne sabse pehle uske kaan se diamond ka stud nikaala. Dheere se, bahut dheere, jaise koi qeemti cheez khol raha ho, aur use dressing table par rakh diya. Phir doosra. Phir usne uske baal ek kandhe par sarkaaye aur gale ke peeche pendant ka hook khola. Pendant ki thandi chain uske seene se sarakti hui neeche gayi, aur Vikram ne use pakad kar table par rakh diya. Har gehna utaarte waqt woh uski chamdi par ek chumban deta. Kaan ki lau par, gardan ke peeche, kandhe par. Usne socha, uski chut.



Vaishali aaine mein dekh rahi thi, aur uski saans tez ho rahi thi. Usne apni aankhon se dekha ki kaise ek-ek karke woh gehne utar rahe the jo saas ne use pehnaaye the, aur kaise uske neeche se woh aurat bahar aa rahi thi jo sirf ek jism thi, ek mard ke haathon mein. Usne socha, uski moan.
Phir Vikram ne uski kalaaiyan pakdi aur diamond bangles ek-ek karke utaari. Laal chudiyan wahin rehne di. "Yeh rehne de," usne kaha. "Inki aawaz achhi lagti hai."
Phir uske haath uske kandhe par aaye, jahan pallu ki pin thi. Usne pin kholi aur pallu ko dheere se neeche girne diya. Patli chiffon uske seene se sarakti hui uski kamar tak aayi aur phir zameen par gir gayi. Aaine mein ab woh sirf us gehre sweetheart blouse mein thi, jismein uske bhaari doodh upar se aadhe bahar jhaank rahe the, aur neeche nangi kamar, diamond kamarband, aur naabhi ke kaafi neeche bandhi saree. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
"Uff, Meera…" Vikram ne ek lambi saans li. Usne peeche se uski nangi peeth par apne hoth rakh diye, blouse ki dori ke theek upar, aur phir dheere-dheere apni zubaan se uski reedh ki haddi ke saath upar tak chaata, gardan tak. Vaishali ka poora jism kaanp gaya. Uski aankhen apne aap band ho gayi. Usne socha, uska lund.
"Aankhen khol," Vikram ne kaha. "Dekh aaine mein."
Usne aankhen kholi. Vikram ne blouse ki dori ka ek sira daanton mein pakda aur kheench diya. Gaanth khul gayi. Phir doosri dori. Blouse dheela ho kar aage ki taraf latakne laga, aur Vaishali ne turant dono haathon se use seene par dabaa liya. Usne socha, uski moan.
"Haath hata," Vikram ne kaha, dheere se, par aise ki inkaar ki gunjaish na ho.
Vaishali ne kuch pal ruk kar haath hataaye. Blouse uske haathon se fisal kar neeche gir gaya. Andar usne koi bra nahi pehni thi, kyunki backless blouse mein saas ne khud kaha tha ki padded cups andar sile hue hain. Ab aaine mein uske gore, bhaari, bharpoor doodh poori tarah nange the, gehre bhoore nipples sakht ho kar khade, aur uske seene par wahi kala til. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ne peeche se dono haath aage laaye aur uske dono doodh apni hatheliyon mein bhar liye. Usne unhe dheere se uthaaya, tola, dabaaya, aur phir angoothon se nipples ko gol-gol ghumaane laga. Vaishali ke munh se ek lambi, toot-ti hui siskaari nikli, "Ssssshhh… aahhh… Vikram…" Usne socha, uski moan.
Phir Vikram ne use ghuma kar apni taraf kiya, thoda jhuka, aur uski gardan mein munh ghusa diya. Usne uski gardan ki naram chamdi ko hothon mein le kar zor se choosa, itni der tak ki Vaishali ko halka dard hone laga, aur phir thodi neeche, phir doosri taraf. Woh jaan boojh kar nishaan chhod raha tha, gehre, laal, jo kal subah tak bainganee ho jaate. Usne socha, usne dekha.
"Vikram… nahi… nishaan pad jaayenge…" usne kaha, par uski ungliyan uske baalon mein thi, use door nahi kar rahi thi. Usne socha, uski chut.
"Padne de," Vikram ne uski chamdi par hi kaha. "Sabko pata hona chahiye tu kiski hai."
Phir woh neeche aaya, uske seene par, uske baayein doodh ke upar, theek uske til ke paas, aur wahan bhi zor se choos kar ek gehra laal nishaan chhoda. Phir doosre doodh par. Aur phir usne uska ek nipple poora munh mein le liya. Usne use zubaan se ghumaaya, choosa, daanton se halke se kheencha, aur doosre doodh ko haath se masalta raha. Vaishali ki kamar apne aap peeche ki taraf mud gayi, uske haath dressing table ke kinaare par jaa tike, aur uske pairon ki payal chhan se baj uthi. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, uske haath mein.





Aaine mein usne khud ko dekha, aur ek pal ke liye pehchaan nahi paayi. Ek aurat jo aadhi nangi thi, khule baal, gardan aur seene par laal nishaan, ek jawan mard ka sir uske seene par, aur uske chehre par sukh aur darr dono ek saath. Yeh main hoon? usne socha. Vaishali Pawar? Arjun ki maa? Ramesh ki biwi? Aur phir Vikram ne doosra nipple munh mein liya, aur woh sawaal kahin kho gaya. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Phir Vikram ne uski saree ki pleats par haath rakha, jo naabhi ke neeche petticoat mein khonsi hui thi. Usne ek jhatke mein saari pleats bahar kheench li. Wine-red chiffon ki lehrein uske pairon ke paas gir gayi, aur ab woh sirf ek patle, gehre laal satin ke petticoat mein thi, kamarband ab bhi uski kamar par chamak raha tha. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ne use utha liya, jaise koi gudiya ho, aur bistar par le aaya. Gulab ki pankhudiyan uski nangi peeth ke neeche dab gayi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Vikram uske bagal mein let gaya aur ek baar phir uske hothon ko choomne laga, is baar dheere, gehra, lamba, jab tak Vaishali ki saans phir se tez nahi ho gayi. Uska ek haath uske doodh par tha, aur doosra dheere-dheere neeche sarak raha tha, uske pet par, naabhi ke andar ek pal ke liye ungli ghuma kar, kamarband ke neeche, aur phir petticoat ke naade ke paas. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.
Vaishali ne uska haath pakad liya. "Vikram… koi sun lega," usne fusfusaaya. "Bagal mein guest room hai… aur Maa abhi jaag rahi hain, neeche se aawaz aa rahi hai." Usne socha, uski moan.
"Toh chup rehna," Vikram ne muskura kar kaha. "Main kuch zyada nahi karunga. Bas tujhe thoda sukoon dunga. Poore din se tu tadap rahi hai, mujhe pata hai. Aarti ke waqt bhi tera chehra laal tha." Usne socha, uska lund.
Usne uska haath dheere se hataaya, aur petticoat ko neeche se upar sarkaane laga, uske ghutno tak, phir jaanghon tak. Uski garam hatheli uski jaangh ke andar wale naram hisse par sarki, aur Vaishali ne apni jaanghen kas li. Vikram ne unhe dheere se, par mazbooti se, apne ghutne se khol diya. Uski ungliyan upar badhi, aur uski panty ke kinaare tak pahunchi. Panty geeli thi. Poori tarah geeli. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.



Vikram hansa, dheere se, uske kaan ke paas. "Yeh dekh. Aur keh rahi hai koi sun lega. Teri choot toh kab se taiyaar baithi hai, Meera." Usne socha, usne dekha.
"Chup…" Vaishali ne sharm se apna chehra uske kandhe mein chhupa liya. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne panty ko ek taraf sarkaaya aur apni do ungliyan uske geele hothon par pheri, upar se neeche, dheere-dheere. Phir usne apni beech wali ungli se uske daane ko dhoondha aur us par chhote-chhote gol chakkar ghumaane laga. Vaishali ka poora jism akad gaya. Uske munh se ek tez siskaari nikalne hi wali thi ki usne jaldi se bagal ka takiya kheencha aur uska kona daanton mein daba liya. Usne socha, uski chut.
"Mmmmhh… mmmhhh…"
Vikram ki ungli dheere-dheere uske andar sarki. Garam, geela, kasaa hua. Phir doosri ungli. Woh unhe dheere-dheere andar-bahar karne laga, aur angootha uske daane par ghoomta raha. Vaishali ke pair bistar par ragadne lage, aur har baar payal chhan-chhan kar bajti. Uske kulhe apne aap uski ungliyon ki taraf uthne lage. Laal chudiyan uski kalaai mein khanak rahi thi, jab woh chaadar ko mutthi mein bheench rahi thi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Tabhi bedside table par rakha uska phone vibrate hua. Screen jali, aur andhere kamre mein uski neeli roshni chehre par padi. Vaishali ne aadhi khuli aankhon se dekha. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Ramesh Bhaiya: So gayi?
Bas do shabd. Vaishali ka dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Usne socha, Ramesh is waqt ghar pahunch gaya hoga, Dadar ke us chhote se kamre mein, usi purane palang par, jahan bees saal woh uske bagal mein soyi thi, aur ab akela leta, andhere mein phone pakde, apni biwi se pooch raha hai ki kya woh so gayi. Aur uski biwi is waqt kisi aur mard ke bistar par, nangi chhaati ke saath, petticoat kamar tak uthaaye, us mard ki do ungliyan apne andar liye padi thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ne bhi screen dekhi. Usne ungliyaan roki nahi, balki unhe aur gehra andar dhakela, aur uske kaan mein fusfusaaya, "Bhaiya pooch rahe hain. Jawab dena hai?" Usne socha, uska lund.
Vaishali ne sir hilaaya, na mein. Usne phone ki taraf haath nahi badhaaya. Screen kuch der jali, aur phir apne aap bujh gayi. Message unread hi reh gaya. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Aur usi pal, usi bujhti roshni ke saath, kuch uske andar toot gaya. Woh jo ek aakhri parda tha, ek aakhri sharm, woh hat gayi, aur uski jagah ek tez, garam leher uske pet se uthi. Vikram ki ungliyan tez hui, uska angootha uske daane par dabaa, aur Vaishali ka poora jism dhanush ki tarah tan gaya. Usne takiye ko itni zor se kaata ki kapda daanton mein phatne ko aa gaya, aur uske gale se ek lambi, dabi hui, ghut-ti hui aawaz nikli, "Mmmmmmhhhhh…" Uski choot ne Vikram ki ungliyon ko baar-baar kasa, uski jaanghen kaanpi, payal ek aakhri baar zor se chhan-chhan kar baji, aur phir woh dheere-dheere bistar par dheeli pad gayi, haanfti hui, paseene se bheegi, aankhon ke kinaare par aansu. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.



Vikram ne ungliyaan bahar nikaali, unhe uske saamne laaya, aur apne munh mein daal kar choos li. "Meethi hai," usne kaha. Usne socha, uski chut.
Phir woh uske upar aa gaya. Usne apna kurta utaar kar phenka, aur uski chaudi, kasi hui chhaati lamp ki roshni mein chamak uthi. Uska pajama aage se poori tarah tana hua tha, aur usne uska haath pakad kar wahan rakha. Garam, sakht, bhaari. "Ab meri baari," usne kaha, aur petticoat ka naada kholne laga. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Vaishali ne turant uska haath pakad liya. Is baar uski pakad mein sach mein zor tha.
"Nahi, Vikram," usne kaha, aur uski aawaz kaanp rahi thi par saaf thi. "Aaj nahi. Please. Is ghar mein meri pehli raat hai… Maa neeche hain, chacha-chachi hain, bagal mein Arjun hai… agar main ek baar bhi chillaayi na, toh sab sun lenge. Kal subah main kisi se nazar nahi mila paaungi. Rasoi hai meri kal. Please… aaj nahi." Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram kuch pal uske upar ruka raha, saans tez, aankhon mein bhook. Vaishali ko ek pal ke liye laga ki woh nahi maanega. Phir usne ek lambi saans chhodi, uske maathe par ek chumban diya, aur bagal mein let gaya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
"Theek hai," usne kaha, aur haath sir ke neeche rakh kar chhat ki taraf dekhne laga. "Aaj chhod deta hoon. Teri wajah se. Par sun le, Meera." Usne mud kar uski aankhon mein dekha, aur muskuraaya, woh shaitaani muskaan jo Vaishali ko darra bhi deti thi aur pighla bhi deti thi. "Flat pe vasool karunga. Sood samet. Itna ki teri payal aur tere bhaiya, dono ki neend udd jaaye." Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Vaishali ne sharm se uske seene par halka sa mukka maara, aur woh hans pada.
Thodi der baad woh uthi, apne bikhre kapde uthaaye, aur bathroom mein chali gayi. Wahan saas ne uske liye ek box rakha tha, jis par likha tha "Bahu ke liye". Usne khola. Andar ek champagne-gold rang ki pure silk satin ki nightie thi, patli strap wali, ghutno tak, jiska gala aage se gehra V tha aur peeche se lace ki patli patti. Kapda itna mulayam tha ki uski ungliyon se paani ki tarah phisal raha tha. Usne use pehna. Satin uske nange jism par thanda laga, aur uske nipples phir se sakht ho kar kapde ke andar se ubhar aaye. Aaine mein usne apni gardan dekhi, jahan do gehre laal nishaan the, aur seene par, nightie ke gale ke theek kinaare, ek aur. Ramesh ke ghar mein toh pallu sir se nahi hatta tha… usne phir socha, aur is baar uske hothon par ek ajeeb si, sharmindi muskaan aa gayi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uski chut.




Woh wapas aayi aur bistar par Vikram ke bagal mein let gayi. Vikram ne bina kuch kahe use apni baahon mein kheench liya, aur uska sir apne nange seene par rakh liya. Uski dhadkan dheemi aur bhaari thi. Vaishali ne uski kamar mein haath daal diya aur aankhen band kar li. Usne socha, uska lund.
Par neend nahi aayi. Uska jism ab bhi garam tha, aur uske pet ke neeche ek adhoori, bechain si tadap ab bhi baaki thi, jaise kisi ne pyaas jagaa kar paani aadha hi diya ho. Uski jaanghon ke beech ab bhi geelapan tha. Aur uske mann mein woh unread message ghoom raha tha. So gayi? Ramesh ab bhi jaag raha hoga, usne socha. Shaayad screen dekh raha hoga, intezaar kar raha hoga. Use apne aap par sharm aayi, gussa aaya, aur phir bhi usne Vikram ko aur kas kar pakad liya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, usne dekha.



Bagal wale guest room mein Arjun bistar par seedha leta tha, aankhen chhat par, aur kamre mein sirf AC ki halki si ghurghuraahat thi. Woh ek ghante se aise hi pada tha. Kapde bhi nahi badle the. Paani ki woh chatki hui bottle ab bhi bedside par rakhi thi. Usne socha, uski moan.
Do kamron ke beech ki deewar itni moti nahi thi jitni honi chahiye thi. Pehle usne kuch nahi suna, bas Vikram ki halki hansi, ek-do baar. Phir khamoshi. Phir ek chhan. Payal ki. Phir thodi der baad phir se, chhan-chhan, chhan-chhan, ek ajeeb, toot-ti hui lay mein, jaise koi pair baar-baar bistar par ragad raha ho. Aur chudiyon ki halki khanak. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.
Arjun ki saans ruk gayi. Usne karwat li, deewar ki taraf munh kiya, aur phir turant wapas palat gaya, jaise deewar garam ho. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Aur phir woh aawaz aayi. Ek lambi, dabi hui, ghut-ti hui aawaz, "Mmmmmmhhhhh…", jaise kisi ne takiye mein munh daba kar kuch roka ho. Sirf ek baar. Bas ek baar. Uske baad payal ek aakhri baar zor se baji, aur phir sab khamosh ho gaya. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Arjun ne dono mutthiyaan bheench li. Woh us aawaz ko pehchaanta tha. Bachpan se uske kaanon mein woh aawaz thi, woh gungunana, woh hansi, woh daant. Yeh wahi gala tha. Aur aaj woh gala ek aise sukh mein ghut raha tha jo use kisi aur ne diya tha. Usne socha, uski chut.
Papa ki biwi aaj kisi aur ke bistar mein hai, usne socha, aur woh khayal ek kaante ki tarah uske dimaag mein atak gaya. Aur Papa ne khud gate par khade ho kar aashirwaad diya. Aur main yahan pada hoon, deewar ke is paar, aur kuch nahi kar sakta. Kuch bhi nahi. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Use gate wala scene yaad aaya. Vikram ka haath pallu ke neeche. Papa ka nazar churaana. Sabki hansi. Raat ko main achhe se khayal rakhunga. Aur zeene par Bhabhi ka bikhra pallu, phaili lipstick, aur kamar par ungliyon ke laal nishaan. Har tasveer ke saath uske seene mein jalan aur badhti gayi. Jalan, gussa, aur ek gehri, bebas sharm. Usne socha, uski moan.
Aur in sab ke neeche ek aur cheez thi, ek garam, bechain si sihran jo uske jism mein bina poochhe utar aayi thi, aur jise woh naam bhi nahi dena chahta tha. Usne us par khud se nafrat ki. Usne apni aankhen zor se band ki, takiya sir par rakh liya, aur mann mein baar-baar dohraaya, Nahi. Yeh galat hai. Woh Maa hai. Par us garmi ne jaane se inkaar kar diya, aur Arjun usse ladta raha, chupchap, andhere mein, jab tak uski aankhon mein aansu na aa gaye. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Usne phone uthaaya. Papa ka last seen dikha raha tha: online. Woh bhi jaag rahe the. Arjun ne keyboard khola, "Papa…" likha, aur phir mita diya. Kya likhta? Ki maine suna? Ki main yahan hoon aur kuch nahi kar pa raha? Usne phone ulta kar ke rakh diya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Bagal wale kamre se ab koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi. Bas kabhi-kabhi Vikram ki bhaari saans, ya bistar ki halki si chur-chur, jab koi karwat leta. Arjun ne socha ki Maa is waqt uski baahon mein hogi, uske seene par sir rakh kar. Shaayad so gayi hogi. Shaayad uski tarah jaag rahi hogi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Raat ke do baje. Phir teen. Bahar garden ki lights band ho gayi. Kahin door ek kutta bhaunka. Arjun ki aankhen chhat par tiki rahi, deewar ke us paar ki khamoshi sunte hue, aur har chhoti si aawaz par uska dil phir se uchhal padta. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Subah ke saadhe chaar baje, jab khidki ke bahar aasmaan halka neela hone laga, tab bhi Arjun ki aankh nahi lagi thi. Neeche se rasoi mein bartan ki pehli khanak aayi, aur saas ki aawaz, "Meera ko uthaana mat abhi, thodi der aur so lene de bechaari ko." Arjun ne aankhen band ki, aur pehli baar us raat, ek chhoti si, kadwi hansi uske hothon par aayi. Usne socha, uski chut. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Bechaari meri maa

[Rinkp219]

Lajawaab update Bhai......

Lagta hai ab Vaishali ko....
Ek lund se kam nahi chalega...har samay chut gili hii rehti hai


Aur bhi mard vaishali ka life main future main dekha jayega.....

Waiting more updates Bhai.....

[Joker44]

Agli subah bungalow mein sabse pehle Vaishali ki aankh khuli thi. Khidki ke parde ke peeche abhi halka sa neela andhera tha, garden ke gulmohar par chidiyon ki pehli chahchahat shuru hi hui thi, aur master bedroom ke bade se bed par Vikram ab bhi gehri neend mein, apna bhaari haath uski kamar par daale, besudh pada tha. Vaishali ne us haath ko itne dheere se hataya jaise koi bomb hata rahi ho, chupchap uthi, aur bathroom mein jaakar thande paani se naha li. Usne saas ki di hui ek designer peach georgette saree pehni, itni patli ki roshni mein uske badan ki parchhaai jhalakti thi, aur border par halki sunehri sequin chamak rahi thi. Saree naabhi se kaafi neeche bandhi, taaki gori kamar aur gehri naabhi khuli rahe, aur us par ek patli si diamond kamarband. Blouse sleeveless tha, chhota aur tight, peeche sirf ek patli dori se bandha, jisse poori peeth nangi thi. Pallu patla, single plate mein pin kiya hua, jo baar-baar kandhe se phisalta. Kaanon mein chhote diamond tops, kalaai mein saas ke sone ke kangan. Ramesh ke ghar mein toh pallu sir se nahi hatta tha… usne socha, aur aaine mein khud ko dekh kar uske gaal garam ho gaye. Usne maang mein sindoor bhara, mangalsutra ko blouse ke upar theek kiya aur pallu sir par le liya. Aaine mein apni hi aankhon se nazar milaate hue usne ek lambi saans li, kyunki aaj uski pehli rasoi thi, aur use achhi tarah pata tha ki is ghar ki har aurat ki nazar aaj sirf us par aur uske haathon par hogi. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.



Pooja ghar mein diya jala kar, ghanti baja kar aur poore parivaar ke liye adrak-ilaichi wali chai bana kar jab woh tray sajaa rahi thi, tab tak ghar dheere-dheere jaag chuka tha. Saas ne uske sir par haath phera, bua ne "kitni sanskaari bahu laaya hai Vikram" kehkar muskuraaya, aur seedhiyon se utarte Arjun ne bina nazar milaaye chai ka cup le liya. Phir saas ne hall ke beech khade hokar apna faisla sunaaya. Usne socha, uski moan.
"Bahu, aaj teri pehli rasoi hai. Hamare ghar ka rivaaj hai, pehle din bahu sooji ka halwa banati hai, apne haathon se, akele." Unhone deewar par lagi badi si brass ki ghadi ki taraf ishaara kiya, jismein saat bajkar paanch minute ho rahe the. "Aadha ghanta hai bahu, saade saat baje halwa ready chahiye. Sab nashte pe wait karenge. Aur koi madad nahi karega, samjhe sab? Tabhi toh pata chalega ki bahu ke haath mein kitni mithaas hai."
Aurtein hans padi, aur Vaishali ne sir jhuka kar "Ji Maa" kaha aur kitchen ki taraf chal di. Usne socha, uska lund.
Kitchen bada tha, Dadar ke us chhote se 2BHK ke poore drawing room jitna. White marble ka lamba counter, chamakti hui steel ki almariyan, deewar par latakti saaf kalchhiyan aur kone mein laga AC, jo itni thandi hawa phenk raha tha ki yahan garmi ka koi bahana bachta hi nahi tha. Ek taraf ek chhoti si khidki thi jo peeche ke aangan mein khulti thi, aur doosri taraf woh darwaza jo seedha dining area aur hall ki taraf jaata tha, jahan se aurton ki baatein aur hansi saaf sunaai de rahi thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vaishali ne pallu ko sir se utaar kar kamar mein kas ke khons liya, choodiyon ko kalaai par thoda upar chadhaya, aur kadhai gas par chadha di. Ghee ka dabba khola toh desi ghee ki gaadhi, meethi khushboo uski naak mein bhar gayi. Usne do bade chammach ghee kadhai mein daala aur dheemi aanch par use pighalte hue dekhti rahi. Pehle ghee ek safed, jama hua tukda tha, phir uske kinaare paardarshi hone lage, aur dheere-dheere woh poora sunehra, chamakta hua tel ban gaya jismein chhote-chhote bulbule uthne lage. Usne socha, uski moan.
Usne nazar uthaa kar microwave ki digital ghadi dekhi. 7:08.
Sooji ka katora uthaate hue uske haath thode kaanp rahe the, kyunki aaj tak usne Ramesh ke ghar mein na jaane kitni baar halwa banaya tha, lekin kabhi kisi ne use is tarah ghadi dikha kar imtihaan nahi liya tha. Usne sooji kadhai mein daali aur steel ki lambi kalchhi se use ghee mein milaane lagi. Sooji ka rang abhi kachcha, safed-sa tha, aur use pata tha ki use dheere-dheere, bina ruke, tab tak bhunna hai jab tak woh halki sunehri na ho jaaye aur uski khushboo badal na jaaye. Usne socha, uski chut.
Tabhi use laga ki koi use dekh raha hai.



Usne gardan ghuma kar darwaze ki taraf dekha. Vikram darwaze ki chaukhat se kandha tikaaye khada tha, abhi bhi raat wale white kurte-pyjame mein, baal bikhre hue, aur aankhon mein woh jaani-pehchaani bhookh jo use dekhte hi jaag jaati thi. Woh kuch bol nahi raha tha, bas khada-khada uski kamar mein khonse hue pallu ko, peeche se jhalakti nangi kamar ko aur kalchhi chalate uske haathon ki hilti choodiyon ko dekh raha tha. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.
"Aap yahan kya kar rahe ho?" Vaishali ne dabi aawaz mein kaha. "Maa ne kaha hai koi madad nahi karega."
"Madad kaun kar raha hai," Vikram ne muskura kar kaha. "Main toh bas dekh raha hoon ki meri biwi pehli rasoi mein kitni sexy lagti hai." Usne socha, uska lund.
"Shhh… dheere bolo," usne ghabra kar hall ki taraf dekha. "Jaao yahan se, Vikram. Please."
Vikram hansa aur chala gaya. Vaishali ne raahat ki saans li aur sooji par dhyaan lagaaya, lekin uska dil ab bhi tez dhadak raha tha, aur use khud samajh nahi aa raha tha ki woh dhadkan darr ki thi ya kisi aur cheez ki. Usne socha, uski moan.
7:11. Sooji ke daane ab ghee mein ek-ek karke alag hone lage the, aur unka rang safed se halka kreem ho chuka tha.
Hall se saas ki aawaz aayi, "Bahu! Elaichi upar wali almari mein hai, doosre khaane mein. Mil gayi?"
"Ji Maa, mil gayi," Vaishali ne zor se jawab diya, aur thik usi pal use apni kamar par ek ungli mehsoos hui. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Woh ekdam akad gayi. Vikram phir aa gaya tha, kab aaya use pata hi nahi chala tha, aur ab woh theek uske peeche khada tha, itna paas ki uske kurte ka kapda uski peeth ko chhu raha tha. Uski ek ungli uski nangi kamar par, pallu aur petticoat ke beech ki us patli si naram patti par, bahut dheere-dheere upar-neeche phir rahi thi. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
"Vikram…" uski aawaz kaanp gayi. "Abhi Maa ki aawaz suni na? Woh yahin hain."
"Toh?" usne uske kaan ke paas phusphusaya, aur uski garam saans uski gardan ke baalon ko hila gayi. "Woh hall mein hain. Hum yahan hain." Usne socha, uski moan.
"Vikram nahi… koi dekh lega…"
Uski ungli ab kamar se sarak kar uski naabhi ke kinaare tak aa gayi thi, aur Vaishali ne kalchhi ko itni zor se pakda ki uski ungliyon ke pore safed pad gaye. Uska dimaag keh raha tha ki use mud kar use dhakka dena chahiye, lekin uska jism wahin, us garam ungli ke neeche, jaise jam sa gaya tha. Usne socha, uski chut.
Phir Vikram ne jhuk kar uske baayein collarbone par, theek us kaale til par, apne honth rakh diye.
Woh til, jise Ramesh ne bees saal mein shaayad do baar dhyaan se dekha tha, Vikram ka sabse pasandida nishaana tha. Uske honth wahan ruke, halke se chuse, aur Vaishali ke munh se ek patli si "sss" nikal gayi. Uski aankhein ek pal ko band ho gayin, aur usi pal uske dimaag mein Arjun ka chehra kaundh gaya, wahi chehra jo subah chai ka cup lete hue usse nazrein chura raha tha. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.
Arjun isi ghar mein hai. Mera beta. Agar woh paani lene bhi aa gaya toh…
Usne kalchhi kadhai mein chhodi, mudi aur dono haathon se Vikram ke seene par dhakka diya. "Bas! Jaao yahan se. Sach mein, Vikram, main mazaak nahi kar rahi. Abhi nahi, raat ko kar lena. Raat ko jo marzi kar lena, main kuch nahi kahungi. Abhi jaao, please." Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Vikram ne uski aankhon mein dekha, jahan sach mein darr tha, aur ek pal ke liye uski muskaan halki padi. Usne haath utha kar maan liya, "Theek hai, theek hai, meri sanskaari bahu," aur darwaze se baahar nikal gaya. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vaishali wapas kadhai ki taraf mudi. Sooji ke kinaare halke se bhure hone lage the, aur usne ghabra kar jaldi-jaldi kalchhi chalaayi aur aanch thodi aur dheemi kar di. Uski saansein ab bhi tez thi, aur apni hi chhaati ki uthti-girti dhadkan use saaf sunaai de rahi thi. Sabse zyada sharam use is baat ki thi ki Vikram ke jaate hi uske jism mein ek ajeeb si khaali-si kasak reh gayi thi, jaise kuch adhoora chhoot gaya ho. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
7:15. Sooji ab halki sunehri ho chuki thi, aur kitchen mein woh bhuni hui, meethi, nutty khushboo phailne lagi thi jo har ghar ki shaadi aur pooja ki yaad dila deti hai.
Darwaze par ek halki si aahat hui aur Vaishali ka dil uchhal kar gale mein aa gaya. Lekin is baar Vikram nahi tha. Vikram ki ek chachi, bhaari sone ki choodiyan pehne aur munh mein paan dabaaye, andar jhaanki. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, usne dekha.
"Bahu, ek gilaas thanda paani de de zara. Aur haan, chashni ke liye cheeni zyada mat daalna, Bhabhi ji ko sugar hai."




"Ji Chachi ji," Vaishali ne fridge se botal nikaal kar gilaas bhar ke diya. Chachi ne paani peete-peete kadhai mein jhaanka aur sir hilaaya, "Rang achha aa raha hai. Bas jalne mat dena, pehli rasoi mein halwa jal jaaye toh poore saal taane sunne padte hain." Woh hansti hui chali gayi. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.

Vaishali ne saans chhodi aur gas ke paas ek doosre chhote bhagone mein paani, cheeni aur elaichi daal kar chashni chadha di. Ab uske dono haath kaam mein the, ek haath se sooji bhun rahi thi, doosre se chashni chala rahi thi, aur dimaag mein sirf ghadi ki sui ghoom rahi thi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Phir peeche se kitchen ka darwaza khula, aur is baar halke se "klik" ki aawaz ke saath band bhi hua.

Use mud kar dekhne ki zaroorat nahi padi. Uski kamar par do mazboot haath lipte, aur ek bhaari, garam jism uski peeth se chipak gaya. Vikram ne apni thhodi uske kandhe par tikaa di aur uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, "Maine socha… raat bahut door hai." Usne socha, uska lund.

"Vikram, tum phir…" Uski aawaz mein gussa kam aur beebasi zyada thi. "Darwaza…"

"Band kar diya." Uska ek haath ab dheere-dheere pallu ke neeche sarak raha tha, uske naram pet par, naabhi ke chaaron taraf chhote-chhote gol ghoomte hue, aur phir aur upar, blouse ke neeche ki us garam jagah tak jahan uske seene ka bhaar shuru hota tha. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

"Koi aa jaayega… Chachi abhi paani lene aayi thi… Maa ne do baar aawaz di hai…" Woh bol rahi thi, lekin uski kamar khud-ba-khud peeche ki taraf, Vikram ke jism ki taraf, jhuk rahi thi, aur use isi baat par sabse zyada ghussa aa raha tha. "Vikram nahi… abhi nahi, raat ko kar lena… please…" Usne socha, uski moan.

"Raat ko bhi karunga," usne uski gardan par honth ragadte hue kaha. "Abhi sirf thoda sa. Bas tujhe chakhna hai. Pehli rasoi ka pehla meetha main khud chakhunga."

Uske is gande se vaakya par Vaishali ke gaal jal uthe. Usne sir hilaya, "Pagal ho tum…" lekin uske honth ab kaanp rahe the. Vikram ne uske pallu ke neeche se haath nikaal kar dheere se uske chehre ko apni taraf ghumaaya aur uski aankhon mein dekha. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.

"Bol na. Agar sach mein nahi chahti toh main chala jaata hoon. Abhi, isi waqt."

Woh pal sabse lamba tha. Kadhai mein sooji chatak rahi thi, chashni mein ubaal aa raha tha, hall se kisi cousin ki hansi aa rahi thi, aur Vaishali uski aankhon mein dekhte hue apne hi andar jhaank rahi thi. Use darr lag raha tha, sharam aa rahi thi, Arjun ka khayal use kaat raha tha, lekin un sab ke neeche ek aur sach tha jise woh chahe jitna dabaaye, woh dabta nahi tha. Uska jism Vikram ko chahta tha, abhi, yahin. Usne socha, uski chut.

Usne aankhein jhuka li aur bahut dheemi aawaz mein kaha, "Jaldi… bas jaldi karna. Aur aawaz mat karna."

Vikram ki aankhein chamak uthi.

7:18.

Vikram dheere-dheere uske peeche ghutno ke bal baith gaya. Itni dheere ki Vaishali ko uske har inch ka neeche jaana mehsoos hua, pehle uski saans kamar par, phir kamar se neeche koolhon par saree ke upar se, phir jaanghon ke peeche. Kitchen ka marble ka farsh thanda tha aur Vaishali ke nange pairon ke talve us thandak ko apne andar kheench rahe the, jabki upar gas ki aanch uske chehre ko tapa rahi thi. Woh beech mein khadi thi, upar garmi aur neeche thand, aur dono ke beech uska kaanpta hua jism. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Vikram ke haath uske takhnon par aaye. Usne saree ke kinaare ko pakda aur bahut dheere, ek-ek parat karke, upar uthana shuru kiya. Pehle saree ki georgette ki parat uski pindliyon se sarki, phir uske neeche ka satin ka petticoat. Uski ungliyan kapde ke saath-saath uski nangi pindliyon par chadh rahi thi, ghutno ke peeche ki naram, gudgudi wali jagah par ruki, aur Vaishali ki kalchhi wali kalaai ek pal ko thithak gayi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

"Vikram…" usne phusphusaya, aadhi minnat aur aadhi ichchha ke saath.

Kapda ab uski jaanghon par chadh raha tha. AC ki thandi hawa jab un garam, nangi jaanghon ko chhuti toh uske poore badan mein sihran daud gayi aur rongte khade ho gaye. Vikram ne saree aur petticoat dono ko kamar tak samet diya aur ek haath se wahin pakad liya, aur ab Vaishali counter ke saamne kamar se neeche lagbhag nangi khadi thi, sirf ek patli si skin colour ki cotton panty uske bhaari, gol koolhon par chipki hui thi. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.

Vikram ne kuch der kuch nahi kiya. Bas dekhta raha. Vaishali ko uski nazar apne koolhon par jalti hui mehsoos ho rahi thi, aur yeh intezaar use chhoone se bhi zyada pagal kar raha tha. Phir usne uski jaangh ke peeche, panty ke kinaare ke theek neeche, ek lamba, geela kiss kiya. Usne socha, uska lund.

"Mmh…" Vaishali ne apna honth daanton mein daba liya.

Uski garam saans ab panty ke patle kapde ke upar se uski choot ko chhoo rahi thi, aur Vaishali ko mehsoos ho raha tha ki woh kapda pehle se hi geela ho chuka hai. Is sach se use itni sharam aayi ki usne aankhein band kar li. *Kab se? Jab usne til ko chooma tha tab se? Ya jab woh darwaze par khada tha tab se?* Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Vikram ne ek ungli panty ke kinaare mein phansaayi aur use dheere se ek taraf sarka diya. Phir usne dono haathon se uske koolhon ko pakda aur halke se alag kiya.

Hall se saas ki aawaz aayi, "Bahu! Kitna hua?"

Vaishali ka poora jism patthar ho gaya. Vikram bhi ruk gaya, lekin uske haath wahin rahe. Vaishali ne gala saaf kiya aur jitna ho sake normal aawaz mein chillaayi, "Bas Maa… sooji bhun gayi hai… chashni daalne wali hoon!" Usne socha, uski chut.

"Achha achha, dhyaan se!"

Uske jawab ka aakhri shabd abhi hawa mein hi tha ki Vikram ki garam, geeli zubaan ne peeche se uski choot ko pehli baar chhua. Usne socha, usne dekha.

"Aahh—" aah aadhi hi nikli thi ki usne kamar se pallu ka kona kheencha aur use munh mein thoons liya.

Vikram ne jaldbaazi nahi ki. Uski zubaan ne neeche se upar tak, bahut dheere, ek lamba, chauda sa lick kiya, uske naram, sooje hue hothon ko alag karte hue, andar ki garmi ko chaat-te hue, aur upar jaakar ruk gayi. Phir wahi dobara. Aur phir dobara. Har lick pehle se dheema, pehle se gehra. Vaishali ke ghutne jhukne lage aur usne doosre haath se counter ka thanda marble ka kinara pakad liya. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

*Nahi… yeh galat hai… yeh meri pehli rasoi hai… bhagwan ka bhog banna hai is halwe se…* Uska dimaag cheekh raha tha, lekin uski kamar uske dimaag ki nahi sun rahi thi. Woh khud-ba-khud thodi aur jhuk gayi, koolhe thode aur peeche nikal aaye, taaki Vikram ko aur jagah mile. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Uske haath ne apne aap kalchhi chalaana jaari rakha. Use pata tha ki agar kalchhi ruki toh sooji jal jaayegi, aur is ehsaas ne us pal ko aur bhi paagal bana diya. Ek haath se woh apni saas ke rivaaj ka halwa bana rahi thi, aur neeche uska pati uski choot chaat raha tha. Ghee ki khushboo, kadhai se uthti garam bhaap, chashni ki meethi mehek, aur neeche se uthti woh doosri, geeli garmi, sab mil kar uska sir ghuma rahe the. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, usne dekha.

7:21. Chashni mein ubaal aa gaya tha.

"Chashni…" usne pallu ke peeche se ghuti hui aawaz mein kaha.

Vikram ne ek pal ko zubaan hatayi aur neeche se hi hanste hue phusphusaya, "Daal de. Main ruk nahi raha."

Kaanpte haathon se Vaishali ne chashni ka bhagona uthaya aur dheere-dheere sooji mein daala. Chhann-chhann ki tez aawaz ke saath bhaap ka ek bada sa baadal utha aur uske chehre se takraya, aur thik usi pal Vikram ne apne honth uski choot par pura chipka diye aur choosa. Vaishali ki aankhein palat gayi aur bhagona uske haath se lagbhag chhoot gaya. Usne use kisi tarah gas ke paas rakha aur kalchhi se halwe ko jaldi-jaldi chalane lagi, jo ab sooji se halwa banne laga tha, gaadha, sunehra aur chamakdaar. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Tabhi bahar, dining area mein, kisi ke pairon ki aahat hui. Kisi cousin ki aawaz aayi, "Bhabhi ka halwa kab aayega? Bhookh lag rahi hai yaar!" Aur kadmon ki aawaz dheere-dheere kitchen ke darwaze ki taraf aane lagi. Usne socha, uski chut.

Vaishali ki saans ruk gayi. Vikram bhi ruk gaya. Kitchen mein sirf halwe ki khadbad thi. Kadam darwaze ke theek bahar aakar ruke… phir kisi ne door se aawaz di, "Rohit, idhar aa, Dadi bula rahi hain," aur kadam wapas chale gaye. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.

Vaishali ne pallu munh se nikaal kar kaanpti saans li. "Vikram… bas… ab bas karo… dekha na, abhi koi aa jaata…"

Lekin Vikram ne jawab mein sirf apni zubaan ki nok uske daane par rakh di, jo ab tak phool kar sakht aur bechain ho chuka tha, aur use bahut dheere, chhote-chhote golon mein ghumaane laga. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Aur us pal Vaishali ki saari ladaai haar gayi.

"Mmmhh…" uske munh se aawaz nikli, lekin is baar usne use roka nahi. Uski jo ungliyan ek pal pehle use dhakelne ke liye peeche gayi thi, woh ab uske baalon mein ulajh gayi. Aur phir uske munh se woh nikla jiski use khud ummeed nahi thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.




"Thoda upar…" usne itni dheemi aawaz mein kaha ki shaayad hawa ne bhi na suna ho. Vikram ne zubaan thodi upar sarkayi. "Haan… haan wahi… wahin… wahin rehna…" Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.
Main yeh kya bol rahi hoon? Ek bahu, apni pehli rasoi mein, saas ke ghar mein, khade-khade apne pati ko bata rahi hai ki kahan chaatna hai. Yeh khayal aate hi sharam ki ek garam lehar uske seene se pet tak daudi, aur usi sharam ke saath uski choot aur zyada geeli ho gayi, itni ki use apna ras jaanghon ke andar ki taraf behta mehsoos hua. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne uske koolhe aur kas ke pakde, aur ab woh pehle se tez chaat raha tha, chhote, bhookhe, lagaataar licks, beech-beech mein ruk kar poore daane ko hothon mein lekar choosta, phir chhodta, phir chaatta. Kitchen mein ab sirf teen aawazein thi, kalchhi ki steel kadhai par khat-khat, Vikram ke chaatne ki geeli chap-chap, aur Vaishali ki dabi hui, toot-ti siskaariyan. Usne socha, uska lund.
"Aur chaato…" usne baalon ko mutthi mein bhar kar uska munh apni taraf kheencha. "Ruko mat… please… ruko mat…"
Ab woh uska sir khud apni choot par daba rahi thi, apni kamar ko uske munh par aage-peeche ghuma rahi thi, aur uska jism ab bilkul uske kaabu mein nahi tha. Vikram ne do ungliyan bhi andar sarka di, dheere se, gehri, aur unhe andar mod kar woh jagah dhoondh li jahan chhoone se uski taangein jawab de jaati thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, usne dekha.
"Aahh… Vikram…" usne phir pallu daanton mein daba liya. "Mmmhh… mmmhhh…"
Halwa ab ghee chhodne laga tha, kadhai ke kinaaron se chamakdaar sunehra ghee alag ho raha tha, aur use pata tha ki bas do-teen minute aur, aur phir yeh jalne lagega. Halwa jal jaayega, usne socha, aur Vikram ki ungliyon ki agli dhakke par uske dimaag ne baaki vaakya poora kar diya, …aur main bhi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
7:25.
Uski jaanghein kaanpne lagi thi. Pet ke andar kahin gehre mein ek garam gaanth kasti ja rahi thi, har lick ke saath aur tight, aur tight. Uska ek haath ab bhi kalchhi chala raha tha, lekin bina soche, bas aadat se. Doosra haath Vikram ke baalon mein itni zor se kasa tha ki use dard ho raha hoga, lekin woh ruk nahi raha tha. Usne socha, uski chut.
"Vikram… main… main aa rahi hoon…" pallu ke peeche se uski aawaz aayi. "Ruko mat… bas wahi… wahi… haan… haan…"
Vikram ne ungliyan tez ki aur hothon se uska daana kas ke choos liya. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Aur tab woh gaanth toot gayi.
Vaishali ka poora jism akad gaya. Uski kamar dhanush ki tarah tan gayi, ungliyan Vikram ke baalon mein aur counter ke kinaare par jam gayi, aur pallu daanton mein dabaaye-dabaaye woh ek lambi, kaanpti, ghuti hui siskaari ke saath jhad gayi. Lehar pe lehar aayi, uski choot baar-baar Vikram ki ungliyon par sikudti rahi, garam ras uski jaanghon par beh nikla, aur uski taangein itni kaanp rahi thi ki agar Vikram ne uske koolhe na pakde hote toh woh wahin thande farsh par gir jaati. Kuch palon ke liye use na kadhai dikh rahi thi, na ghadi, na koi rivaaj, bas ek safed, garam khaalipan jismein woh tair rahi thi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.
Jo cheez Vaishali nahi jaanti thi, aur Vikram ko kabhi pata nahi chala, woh yeh thi ki kuch minute pehle, jab cousin ke kadam darwaze se lautey the, tab ek aur parchhaai wahan ruki thi. Arjun paani ki khaali botal lekar kitchen ki taraf aaya tha. Darwaza poora band nahi hua tha, latch theek se nahi baitha tha, aur ek ungli bhar ki daraar se usne ek pal ke liye andar dekha tha. Kamar tak uthi peach saree, ghutno ke bal baitha Vikram, aur munh mein pallu dabaaye, aankhein band kiye, uski maa. Woh ek pal tha, sirf ek pal, aur usne nazar hata li thi, botal ko seene se chipkaaye ulte pair laut gaya tha, aur dining area ke kone mein jaakar khidki ke paas khada ho gaya tha, jahan uske kaanon mein apne hi dil ki dhadkan ke siwa kuch sunaai nahi de raha tha. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Vikram dheere se khada hua, uski saree ko neeche giraaya aur apne honth haath ke peeche se ponchhe. Uski aankhon mein woh jeet thi jo use hamesha kisi bhi cheez ko haasil karne ke baad milti thi. Usne uske kaan mein kaha, "Ab halwa meetha banega," aur uski gardan par ek aakhri kiss karke usi tarah chupchap darwaza kholkar bahar nikal gaya. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vaishali kuch pal tak hil hi nahi paayi. Phir jaise kisi ne use jhinjhod diya ho, uski nazar kadhai par padi. Halwe ke kinaare gehre bhure hone lage the aur ek halki si jali hui mehek uthne hi wali thi. Usne ghabra kar gas band ki, kalchhi se poore halwe ko tezi se palta, neeche chipka hissa khurcha aur use upar ke sunehre halwe mein mila diya. Ek chammach chakh kar dekha. Meetha tha, ghee mein dooba hua, elaichi ki halki si mehek ke saath. Bach gaya tha. Bas bach gaya tha. Usne socha, uski chut.
Usne microwave ki ghadi dekhi. 7:27. Teen minute.
Kaanpte haathon se usne petticoat ka naada theek kiya, saree ki pleats dobara seedhi ki, aur jaanghon ke beech ki geeli chipchipahat ko kitchen ke towel se jaldi se ponchha, aur yeh karte hue use itni sharam aayi ki uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Phir usne kamar se pallu nikala, jo ab daanton ke nishaanon se geela aur muda hua tha, use jhatak kar seedha kiya aur sir par le liya. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.
Deewar par latakti ek badi si chamakti steel ki thaali mein use apna chehra dikha. Gaal laal tamatar jaise, maathe aur ooparee hont par paseene ki chhoti-chhoti boondein, sindoor thoda sa phail gaya tha, aur aankhon mein ek aisi chamak aur dhundh ek saath thi jo use khud pehchaan mein nahi aayi. Yeh main hoon? Pehli rasoi mein bhagwan ke bhog ka halwa banane wali bahu? Usne ungli se sindoor theek kiya, pallu ke kone se paseena ponchha, aur do lambi saansein li. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Phir halwe ko ek badi chandi ki katori mein nikaala, upar se kaaju-badaam aur kishmish sajaaye, aur tray uthaa kar bahar nikli.




Dining area ke darwaze par hi Arjun khada tha, khidki ke paas, botal ab bhi haath mein. Usne use dekha, aur Vaishali ke kadam ek pal ko ruk gaye. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
"Bhabhi… aap theek ho?" usne dheere se poocha, aur uski aawaz mein kuch aisa tha jo Vaishali ko pehli baar sunaai diya. "Chehra itna laal kyun hai?"
"Kuch… kuch nahi," usne nazrein chura kar kaha. "Andar bahut garmi thi… gas ke paas khade-khade paseena aa gaya. Aur aankh mein thoda dhuaan chala gaya." Usne socha, uska lund.
Arjun ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski nazar ek pal ke liye kitchen ke us AC par gayi jiski thandi hawa darwaze se bahar tak aa rahi thi, phir uski maa ke geele, mude hue pallu par, phir uske chehre par. Woh nazar bas ek pal ki thi, lekin us pal mein Vaishali ko laga ki woh sab jaanta hai. Phir Arjun ne nazar jhuka li, side ho gaya aur use raasta de diya. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Vaishali tray lekar aage badh gayi, aur use apni peeth par apne bete ki nazar tab tak jalti hui mehsoos hoti rahi jab tak woh dining table tak nahi pahunch gayi. Usne socha, uski moan.
Table par poora parivaar baitha tha. Saas beech wali kursi par, bua, chachi, cousins aur Vikram, jo ab saaf kurta pehen kar aur baal sanwaar kar aise baitha tha jaise subah se akhbaar padh raha ho. Vaishali ne sabse pehle bhagwan ke liye ek chhoti katori alag rakhi, phir saas ki plate mein halwa parosa, phir badon ki, aur aakhir mein Vikram ki. Usne socha, uski chut.
Saas ne pehla chammach munh mein daala, aankhein band ki, aur phir unke chehre par muskaan phail gayi. "Waah bahu! Pehli rasoi mein itna meetha!" Unhone poori table ki taraf dekha. "Dekha sabne? Ghee bhi barabar, sooji bhi sahi bhuni hai, aur cheeni bhi utni hi jitni honi chahiye."
"Sach mein bahu, bahut badhiya bana hai," chachi ne kaha, aur cousins ne bhi muh bhar ke "Bhabhi, ek aur dena!" kehna shuru kar diya. Usne socha, uski moan.
Saas ne apni kalaai se ek moti si sone ki kangan utaari, Vaishali ka haath pakda aur use khud pehna diya. "Yeh meri saas ne mujhe pehli rasoi par diya tha. Aaj se yeh teri. Ghar ki mithaas ab tere haathon mein hai, Meera."
Vaishali ne jhuk kar unke pair chhue aur dhire se "Thank you Maa" kaha, lekin uske gale mein kuch atak gaya. Kangan ka thanda, bhaari sona uski kalaai par aise baitha jaise koi muhar. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Tabhi Vikram ne apna chammach rakha, seedha uski aankhon mein dekha, aur dheere se, har shabd ko chakhte hue kaha, "Halwa bohot meetha hai."
Table par kisi ne kuch nahi samjha. Sab hans rahe the, kha rahe the, tareef kar rahe the. Lekin Vaishali ke gaal phir se jal uthe, usne nazrein jhuka li aur pallu ko aur neeche kheench liya. Aur table ke doosre kone par baitha Arjun apni plate mein rakhe halwe ko chammach se bas idhar-udhar karta raha, aur usne ek bhi nivaala munh mein nahi daala.

[Sexone]

Super hot update, just fucking hot# too good

You can think of vaishali sex in awkward places or moments

[Rinkp219]

Bahut hii khubsurat update tha.....

Aapke haath o main jaadu hai.....

Waiting more ......

[Shiva reddy]

Really hot update, I know upcoming update will be hot and sexy. Update bhai