[Deep seed]

Waiting,need a big update

[Sexone]

update ???

[urblackdevil]

Stop wasting time on it. Pls update our fav. story Maa bani classmate Chapter 2

[Pandu1990]

Eagerly awaiting for update guruji

[Sexone]

Want to see Diwali sex and update plssss. Arjun busy playing fire cracker in balcony watching vaishali in terrace and talking to her, but vikram fucks her secretly. Arjun did'nt notice but his friend noticed but arjun gave no attention thinking it as rubbish
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Update bhai

[Sexone]

Update...

[Fing fing]

This story is rare gemstone in erotic literature; truly unique, sexy and hint of betrayal. Loved the story, really fan of yours buddy. This showed us sometimes tragedy can be sexy, horny yet a sense of irony in it which makes the story further sexy. waiting for next updates!!

[unknown11111]

I want karvachouth sex,jisme beta room decorate kre,maa usse condoms mangaye,aur sb use tease kre

[Ankita b]

Update please, vikram and vaishali's hidden sex life is so hot. update

[Ankita b]

I want karvachouth sex,jisme beta room decorate kre,maa usse condoms mangaye,aur sb use tease kre

Actually great idea but as soon as her son gets any idea about her hidden life, the primal and raw force of this story will get dead. This story is build on hidden life, accident and things beyond control.

It's just like one sided love in relationship between two, where other speculates that her partner is divine and possible will never indulge in any such thing. Same here, Arjun thinks and believes that his mom is best mummy in the world and she can never tolerate vikram .He still think, he is centre stage of her mom's life that the irony and sexiest part of story . As a mom vaishali will protect her image and hidden sex life from arjun and ramesh at any cost. 

Actually Room decoration, karwachouth and friend teasing him will be really hot and arjun denying just like one sided love make it dangerously hot.Actually hidden sex life between two love bird vikram and vaishali is really hot. I think for condom part, vaishali can ask  her son arjun to bring condom by giving false reason and even giving false impression that they live in seperate room, anyway i do'nt think vikram will use it.

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[Deep seed]

One sided love hurts me, i have experienced it. BREAKS HEART AT DIFFERENT LEVEL yet you have a feeling she is different or innocent.

anyway update please

[dramasingh]

Waiting for next update

[Rinkp219]

Writer apne Idea se likhe toh behtar hai......

Waiting more

[Erotica erotica]

please Update ??? ???

[Rinkp219]

Bhai update kab tak aayega....
Aur intezar nahi ho raha.....
Waiting

[Joker44]

Dinner ki table wahi thi, wahi purani lakdi ki table jiske ek kone par Arjun ne bachpan mein compass se apna naam khod diya tha. Bees saal tak Vaishali ne isi table par Ramesh ko khana parosa tha, garam phulki rotiyan, uski pasand ki arhar ki daal aur aloo-gobhi, aur woh hamesha kehta tha “bas, ek aur”. Aaj woh Vikram ke bagal mein baithi thi, laal georgette saree mein, mehmaan ban kar, aur Ramesh khud rasoi se garam rotiyon ki tokri aur daal ka katora le kar aa raha tha. Priya ne table par paneer ki sabzi, kheer aur papad rakhe the, aur Arjun chupchaap ek kone wali kursi par baitha tha, phone neeche rakh ke. Uski kursi theek Meera ke saamne thi, aur jitni baar woh nazar uthaata, uski nazar seedhi apni maa ke chehre par padti, jahan maang mein kisi aur ke naam ka sindoor chamak raha tha. Meera ki chut ke najdik ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi thi, jaise is table ki yaad bhi uske jism ko chhoo rahi ho.
“Jeeju, aur roti lijiye. Yeh daal Meera ne hi Priya ko sikhaayi thi,” Ramesh ne kaha aur Vikram ki thaali mein ek kalchhi daal aur daal di.
“Achha? Meera ne?” Vikram ne Meera ki taraf dekha aur table ke neeche apna haath uski jaangh par rakh diya, saree ke upar se dheere-dheere sehlata hua. “Phir to Meera ko bhi khilaiye, bhaiya. Aaj usne bahut kaam kiya hai. Chaar ghante ka safar, upar se lift mein Kulkarni aunty ka interview.” Uski ungliyan georgette ke upar se uski jaangh ki garmi mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Priya hans padi, aur Ramesh ne bhi halki si hansi ki koshish ki. Usne Meera ki thaali mein ek garam roti rakhi, aur us pal uski ungliyan ek second ke liye Meera ki ungliyon se chhoo gayi. Meera ne nazar nahi uthaayi, kyunki use pata tha ki agar usne abhi Ramesh ki aankhon mein dekha to woh ro padegi, ya kuch aisa ho jaayega jo woh khud bhi nahi samajhti thi. Usne bas dheere se “thank you bhaiya” kaha aur roti ka ek tukda toda. Uski saansein tez ho gayi. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Vikram us raat poore jeeju wale mood mein tha. Woh kabhi Ramesh ki thaali mein paneer daal deta, kabhi Priya se uski naukri ke baare mein poochta, kabhi Arjun se uske college aur internship ki baatein karta. “Arjun, kal se tu office ke baad seedha mere paas aana, gaadi main bhej dunga,” usne kaha, aur phir Ramesh ki taraf mud ke bola, “Bhaiya, aap chinta mat kijiye. Ab yeh ghar alag nahi hai. Bagal mein hi to hain hum. Raat ko bhi kuch chahiye to bas deewar thok dena.” Woh khud hi apni baat par zor se hansa, aur uska haath table ke neeche Meera ki jaangh par thoda aur upar khisak gaya, saree ke patle georgette ke upar se uski jaangh ki garmi ko mehsoos karta hua. Meera ne apni plate par nazar gadaaye rakhi aur chupchaap apni jaangh ko thoda kas liya, par usne Vikram ka haath hataya nahi. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Arjun ne yeh sab dekha. Usne table ke neeche se Vikram ki kalaai ki halki si harkat dekhi, apni maa ke gaalon par chadhti laali dekhi, aur jis tarah woh har kuch second baad apna nichla honth daanton mein daba leti thi, woh bhi dekha. Woh adat usne bachpan se dekhi thi, jab maa kisi baat par sharmaati thi ya ghabraati thi. Par aaj woh sharam kisi aur ke haath ki wajah se thi. Arjun ka gala sookh gaya aur usne paani ka poora gilaas ek saans mein khaali kar diya. Uske andar ek ajeeb si jalan thi, gussa bhi, aur us gusse ke neeche kuch aur bhi tha jise woh khud bhi naam nahi dena chahta tha.
Tabhi Vikram ki nazar hall ki deewar par lagi ek photo par padi. Woh ek family photo thi, do saal purani, kisi shaadi ki, jisme Ramesh, Arjun aur Vaishali teeno khade the. Vaishali ek halki gulabi saree mein thi, baal ek saade se joode mein bandhe, chehre par ghar wali, thaki hui si muskurahat.
“Arre bhaiya, yeh bhabhi hain na?” Vikram ne roti ka niwaala haath mein rok ke photo ki taraf ishaara kiya. Phir usne mud ke Meera ko dekha, aur phir dobara photo ko, jaise milaan kar raha ho. “Meera, yeh to bilkul tu hai. Bas thodi badi umar ki. Sach mein, jaise tu inki chhoti behan ho. Ya yun kahun, tu inka younger version hai.”
Meera ke haath se chammach plate par girte-girte bachi. Usne ek nervous si hansi hansi, jo khud uske kaanon ko bhi jhoothi lagi. “Bas… thodi bahut ek jaisi hain. Sab kehte hain,” usne dheere se kaha aur turant paani ka gilaas utha liya. Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.
“Thodi bahut?” Vikram ne aankhen sikodi. “Arre aankhen dekh, naak dekh, yeh chehre ka shape. Kulkarni aunty ne bhi lift mein yahi kaha tha. Par ek baat batao, yeh bhabhi hain kahan? Maine to inhe kabhi dekha hi nahi. Hamari shaadi mein bhi nahi aayi thi. Ajeeb baat hai na, Meera? Teri itni pakki saheli, aur shaadi mein hi gayab.”
Meera ka chehra kaan tak laal ho gaya. Usne apna sir neeche jhuka liya aur mangalsutra ke kaale motiyon ko ungliyon mein ghumaane lagi. Uske seene mein dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use laga Vikram ko bhi sunai de jaayega. Ramesh ka haath daal ki kalchhi par ruk gaya aur Priya ne ghabra ke Arjun ki taraf dekha. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.




Arjun ne gala saaf kiya aur bina kisi ki taraf dekhe bola, “Maa dadi ke ghar gayi hain, jeeju. Dadi ki tabiyat kaafi serious hai. Ghar gaon mein hai, wahan se zyada aana-jaana nahi ho paata. Shaadi ke waqt bhi wahi thi. Abhi kuch mahine aur wahin rahengi shayad.” Usne yeh sab ek saans mein kaha, utni hi aasaani se jaise usne building walon ke liye ratta maar rakha ho, aur phir pehli baar seedha apni maa ki aankhon mein dekha. Meera ne bhi use dekha, aur us ek pal mein maa-bete ke beech ek poori baat ho gayi jo baaki table par kisi ko sunai nahi di. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
“Oh, I’m sorry yaar,” Vikram ne turant gambheer ho ke kaha aur Arjun ke kandhe par haath rakha. “Agar kuch bhi help lagegi, hospital, doctor, paise, kuch bhi, to bol dena. Main hoon na. Jaise tumhari Meera bhabhi ka khayal rakhta hoon, waise hi saare ghar ka rakh lunga.” Aur yeh kehte hue uska doosra haath, table ke neeche, Meera ki jaangh ko halke se dabaa gaya, jaise apni baat par mohar laga raha ho.
Ramesh ne ek ajeeb si, dabi hui hansi hansi. “Haan jeeju, aap to… aap to sach mein bahut khayal rakhte ho,” usne kaha, aur uski aawaaz mein jo tha woh sirf Meera aur Arjun samajh sakte the.
Khaane ke dauraan Vikram ne do baar Meera ke kaan mein kuch kaha jisse uske gaal laal ho gaye, aur ek baar usne sabke saamne uske muh ke kone se kheer ka daana apne angoothe se poncha aur apne muh mein daal liya. Ramesh ne apni thaali par nazar rakhi. Arjun ne woh angootha dekha, apni maa ke halke khule honth dekhe, aur uske pet mein kuch mudd sa gaya. Usne do niwaale aur khaaye aur “neend aa rahi hai, kal subah jaldi uthna hai” keh kar apne kamre mein jaane ke liye utha, par corridor mein jaa ke ruk gaya, jaise uske pair aage badhna nahi chahte the. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Khaane ke baad Priya ne bartan uthate hue muskura ke kaha, “Meera, tera purana kamra tayyar hai. Maine nayi chadar bichha di hai aur takiye ke gilaaf bhi badal diye hain. Jeeju, aap log aaram kijiye, aaj ki raat yahin rukna rasam hai.” Aur usne aankh maari, jaise koi bhi nanad naye jode ko chhedti hai.
Meera ka pair hall ke beech mein ruk gaya. Uska purana kamra. Unka kamra. Usne mud ke Ramesh ki taraf dekha, jo sink ke paas khada bartan rakh raha tha aur jiski peeth unki taraf thi. Uske kandhe ek pal ke liye akad gaye, phir dheele pad gaye, par usne mud ke nahi dekha. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
“Bhaiya aap kahan soyenge?” Meera ne dheemi aawaaz mein poocha.
“Main hall mein so jaunga, sofa pe. Mujhe aadat hai,” Ramesh ne bina mude kaha. “Tum log aaram karo.”
Priya ne dono ko kamre ki taraf dhakelna shuru kiya, hanste hue, jaise koi shaadi ki rasam poori kar rahi ho. “Chalo chalo, nayi dulhan aur dulhe raja, andar. Pagphere ki raat hai, aise hi thodi na sone dungi.” Usne kamre ka darwaza khola, aur Meera wahin darwaze par jaise jam gayi.
Kamra poori tarah saja hua tha. Bistar par laal aur safed phoolon ki chadar bichhi thi, aur sirhane se le kar paayon tak gendhe aur rajnigandha ki ladiyan latak rahi thi. Takiyon par gulaab ki pankhudiyon se ek dil bana tha. Side table par chaandi ke gilaas mein kesar-badaam wala garam doodh rakha tha, uske bagal mein mithai ki ek chhoti plate, aur do moti mombattiyan jal rahi thi jinki roshni deewaron par naach rahi thi. Kamre mein itr aur phoolon ki itni gehri khushboo thi ki saans lete hi sar ghoom jaaye. Yeh wahi kamra tha jismein bees saal pehle Vaishali dulhan bankar aayi thi, aur tab bhi iska aadha bhi sajavat nahi hui thi. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Peeche se Ramesh aur Arjun dono aa ke khade ho gaye the. Ramesh ne saja hua bistar dekha aur uska jabda kas gaya. Usne Priya ki taraf aisi nazar se dekha jaise use abhi kuch keh dega. Arjun ki aankhon mein bhi seedha gussa tha. Usne apni bua ko ghoora, phir phoolon ke us dil ko, phir doodh ke gilaas ko, aur uski muthhiyan band ho gayi. Par Priya ko kuch samajh nahi aaya, ya shayad usne samajhna hi nahi chaha. Uske liye to bas uski nayi bhabhi ka pagphera tha.
“Priya, yeh sab kyun…” Ramesh ne shuru kiya.
“Bhaiya, aap chup raho. Yeh ladkiyon ka kaam hai,” Priya ne hans ke kaha, aur ek jhatke mein Meera aur Vikram ko kamre ke andar dhakel diya. Meera lagbhag Vikram ki baahon mein ja giri. Priya ne bahar se darwaza kheencha aur khat se kundi laga di. Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.
“Bua, yeh kya kar rahi ho?” Arjun ki aawaaz bahar se aayi, thodi tez.
“Priya didi, mat karo, khol do na,” Meera ne darwaze ke paas aa ke kaha, uski aawaaz mein sharam aur ghabrahat dono thi. “Aisa mat karo, please.”
“Bilkul nahi!” Priya ki hansi darwaze ke us paar se khanki. “Kal subah hi kholungi. Rasam hai, rasam. Doodh pee lena dono, thanda mat hone dena.” Aur uske chappalon ki aawaaz door chali gayi.
Meera ne darwaze par maathha tika diya. Bahar se kuch pal tak koi aawaaz nahi aayi, phir Ramesh ke sofa ki taraf jaate kadam sunai diye, bhaari aur dheere. Aur phir corridor mein Arjun ke kadam, jo do kadam chal ke ruk gaye, aur phir bahut der baad uske kamre ka darwaza band hone ki aawaaz aayi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
“Koi nahi,” Vikram ne peeche se uske kandhe pakad ke kaha, uski aawaaz mein ek khushi thi jo woh chhupa nahi raha tha. “Vaise bhi yahin to sona hai. Teri nanad ne to kamaal kar diya. Itni tayyari to apni suhaag raat pe bhi nahi hui thi.”
Meera dheere se mudi. Vikram ne uski kalaai pakdi aur use halke se kheench ke apni god mein bitha liya. Usne uske honthon se gilaas lagaya aur Meera ne do ghoont piye. Kesar ka meetha, garam doodh uske gale se utra, aur ek boond uske honthon ke kone se tapak ke thodi tak aa gayi. Vikram ne use apni zubaan se chaat liya, dheere se, aur Meera ki saans atak gayi. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Phir Vikram ne uske honthon par apne honth rakh diye. Pehle halke se, phir gehra. Uski zubaan Meera ke munh mein utar gayi, aur kamre mein geele, dheemi chusne ki aawaazein bharne lagi. “Mmmhh… mmm…” Meera ke gale se ek halki si siski nikli. Vikram ka haath uski nangi kamar par tha, saree aur blouse ke beech ki naram jagah ko sehlata hua. Usne Meera ka nichla honth daanton mein le ke halke se kheencha, aur Meera kaanp gayi. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
“Vikram… ji…” Meera ne honth hataate hue saans li. Uski aankhen shaadi ki photo par gayi aur phir wapas Vikram par. “Yahan nahi… yeh unka bistar hai. Hum apne flat chalte hain na, bagal mein hi to hai, do minute lagenge.”
Vikram ne uske kaan ki lau ko halke se kaata. “Flat pe vasool karna tha, haan, socha to wahi tha. Par yahan zyada maza aayega. Rasam hai na, ek raat maayke mein. Aur darwaza to teri nanad ne bahar se band kar diya hai.” Woh halke se hansa. “Aur apna bistar to roz milega. Yeh bistar sirf aaj.”
Usne Meera ko god se utaar ke bistar par baitha diya aur khud uske saamne ghutno ke bal aa gaya. Usne dobara uske honth pakde, is baar aur bhookhe, aur Meera ka “nahi” uske muh ke andar hi kahin kho gaya. Uske haath, jo Vikram ko rokne ke liye uthe the, uski shirt ke buttons mein uljh gaye, aur pata hi nahi chala kab usne khud do button khol diye. Vikram ka chumban gehra aur bhookha tha, aur Meera ke ghutne halke se kaanp gaye. Uski chut ne use kas ke pakad liya. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.



Kamre mein ghuste hi Meera ko laga jaise kisi ne uske seene par bhaari haath rakh diya ho. Phoolon aur mombattiyon ke peeche bhi sab kuch waisa hi tha. Wahi lakdi ka double bed, jiska sirhana thoda dheela tha aur zor padne par deewar se takraata tha. Wahi almari, jiske lambe sheeshe ke ek kone mein ek patli si daraar thi, jo saalon pehle Arjun ki cricket ki gend se aayi thi. Deewar par unki shaadi ki photo thi, Vaishali laal joode mein aur Ramesh sehra baandhe hue, dono kitne jawaan aur sharmile. Almari ka aadha darwaza khula tha aur andar uski purani cotton ki sarees tangi thi, halke peele, neele aur phoolon wale prints, ghar mein pehenne wali sarees, Vaishali ki sarees. Aur kone mein Ramesh ki dressing table thi, jis par uski kanghi, uska aftershave, nariyal tel ki shishi aur ek nivea cream ka neela dabba rakha tha. Meera ki chut ke najdik ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi thi, jaise is kamre ki saari purani yaadein uske jism ko chhoo rahi ho.

Vikram ne andar se bhi chitkani laga di, jaise bahar ki kundi kaafi na ho. Phir woh dheere-dheere kamre mein ghooma, har cheez ko dekhta hua, jaise koi naya maalik apni nayi zameen ko dekhta hai. Woh photo ke saamne ruka. “Yeh bhaiya ki shaadi ki photo hai? Aur yeh bhabhi…” Usne mud ke Meera ko dekha aur muskuraya. “Arre, isme to aur bhi tere jaisi lagti hain. Kulkarni aunty sahi keh rahi thi. Agar main tujhe na jaanta, to kasam se kehta yeh tu hi hai.”

Meera ke paas koi jawab nahi tha. Usne sirf nazren jhuka li aur apne mangalsutra ko ungliyon mein ghumaane lagi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.

Vikram bistar par baith gaya, phoolon ki ladiyon ko ek taraf karte hue, aur chaandi ka gilaas utha ke aadha doodh khud piya. Phir usne gilaas Meera ki taraf badhaya. “Aa, idhar aa. Rasam poori kar.”

Meera dheere-dheere uske paas gayi. Vikram ne uski kalaai pakdi aur use halke se kheench ke apni god mein bitha liya. Usne uske honthon se gilaas lagaya aur Meera ne do ghoont piye. Kesar ka meetha, garam doodh uske gale se utra, aur ek boond uske honthon ke kone se tapak ke thodi tak aa gayi. Vikram ne use apni zubaan se chaat liya, dheere se, aur Meera ki saans atak gayi. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.

Par us raat Vikram ko koi jaldi nahi thi. Woh use apni god mein liye peeche takiye se tik gaya, aur Meera uske seene se lag ke baith gayi, uske pair bistar par phoolon ke beech mude hue. Vikram ne uske joode ki pin nikaali, phir doosri, aur uske lambe kaale baal khul ke uski peeth aur Vikram ki baanh par bikhar gaye. Woh unme ungliyan phirane laga, dheere-dheere, sir se le kar kamar tak, jaise koi apni sabse keemti cheez ko sehla raha ho. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.

“Ek baat bata,” usne uske baalon mein ungliyan ghumate hue poocha. “Tu jawaani mein kaisi thi? College mein? Ladke peeche padte the na?”

Meera halke se hans padi, pehli baar us poori shaam mein sach mein. “Kahan ji. Main to bahut seedhi thi. Do choti baandh ke jaati thi, tel laga ke. Maa ne kabhi bina dupatte ke bahar nahi jaane diya.” Phir usne ruk ke kaha, “Ek ladka tha, roz bus stop par khada rehta tha. Kabhi baat karne ki himmat nahi hui uski. Bas dekhta rehta tha.”

“Bechaara,” Vikram ne hans ke kaha. “Achha aur kya pasand tha tujhe? Abhi kya pasand hai?”

Aur Meera bolti gayi. Use baarish mein bheegna pasand tha, gajre ki khushboo pasand thi, puraane Kishore Kumar ke gaane pasand the, raat ko chhat par baith ke chai peena pasand tha. Use bachpan se dancing ka shauk tha par kabhi kisi ne seekhne nahi diya. Use jalebi garam garam chahiye hoti thi, thandi kabhi nahi. Vikram har baat par kuch poochta, hasta, kabhi uske baalon ki ek lat ko apni ungli par lapet leta, kabhi uske maathe ko choom leta. Woh sach mein sun raha tha, har ek baat, jaise uske liye ye chhoti chhoti baatein bhi zaroori ho. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.

Aur beech mein kahin, bolte bolte, Meera ruk gayi aur usne sir utha ke Vikram ko dekha. Mombatti ki roshni mein uska chehra jawaan aur saaf tha, haalki daadhi, chaudi gardan, aankhon mein ek sachchi dilchaspi. Woh ladka usse lagbhag bees saal chhota tha. Aur yahi kamra tha, yahi bistar, jahan bees saal tak uske pati ne kabhi usse yeh nahi poocha tha ki use kya pasand hai. Ramesh achha aadmi tha, kabhi use daanta nahi, kabhi haath nahi uthaaya, par uski baatein hamesha ghar, kharche, Arjun ki fees aur rishtedaaron tak hi rehti thi. Aaj ek ladka, jo uski asliyat bhi nahi jaanta tha, use apni god mein bitha ke uske bachpan ki choti ke baare mein pooch raha tha.

Meera ke seene mein kuch pighal gaya. Use ek ajeeb si, gehri khushi mehsoos hui, aur usi ke saath ek chubhan bhi. Usne apna sir wapas Vikram ke seene par rakh diya taaki woh uski bheegi hui aankhen na dekh sake. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.

“Kya hua?” Vikram ne poocha.

“Kuch nahi,” Meera ne dheere se kaha. “Bas… kisi ne aise kabhi poocha nahi.”

Vikram ne uski thodi pakad ke uska chehra upar kiya aur bahut der tak use dekhta raha. Phir usne apne honth uske honthon par rakh diye, bahut halke se, jaise pehli baar chhoo raha ho. Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.

Woh chumban dheere shuru hua. Vikram ke honth uske nichle honth par ruke, use halke se choosa, phir upar wale par aaye. Meera ki aankhen band ho gayi. Uske haath pehle Vikram ke seene par ruke rahe, jaise use rokne ke liye, par usne dhakela nahi. Vikram ne uske honthon ke beech apni zubaan ki nok phirayi, aur Meera ne dheere se, jhijhakte hue, apne honth khol diye. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.

Phir chumban gehra ho gaya. Vikram ki zubaan uske muh mein utar gayi, uski zubaan se lipat gayi, aur kamre mein geele, dheemi chusne ki aawaazein bharne lagi, “mmhh… chup… mmm”. Meera ke gale se ek halki si siski nikli, “mmmh…”, jise usne turant dabaane ki koshish ki. Vikram ka ek haath uske khule baalon mein tha, unhe mutthi mein pakde hue, aur doosra uski nangi kamar par, saree aur blouse ke beech ki naram jagah ko sehlata hua. Usne Meera ka nichla honth daanton mein le ke halke se kheencha, aur Meera kaanp gayi. Uski chut ne use kas ke pakad liya.

“Vikram… ji…” Meera ne honth hataate hue saans li. Uski aankhen shaadi ki photo par gayi aur phir wapas Vikram par. “Yahan nahi… yeh unka bistar hai. Hum apne flat chalte hain na, bagal mein hi to hai, do minute lagenge.”

Vikram ne uske kaan ki lau ko halke se kaata. “Flat pe vasool karna tha, haan, socha to wahi tha. Par yahan zyada maza aayega. Rasam hai na, ek raat maayke mein. Aur darwaza to teri nanad ne bahar se band kar diya hai.” Woh halke se hansa. “Aur apna bistar to roz milega. Yeh bistar sirf aaj.”

Usne Meera ko god se utaar ke bistar par baitha diya aur khud uske saamne ghutno ke bal aa gaya. Usne dobara uske honth pakde, is baar aur bhookhe, aur Meera ka “nahi” uske muh ke andar hi kahin kho gaya. Uske haath, jo Vikram ko rokne ke liye uthe the, uski shirt ke buttons mein uljh gaye, aur pata hi nahi chala kab usne khud do button khol diye. Vikram ka chumban gehra aur bhookha tha, aur Meera ke ghutne halke se kaanp gaye. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.

Vikram ke honth uske honthon se utar ke uski thodi par aaye, phir gardan par. Usne uski gardan ki naram tvacha ko choosa, dheere dheere, phir zor se, aur Meera ne apna sir peeche kar diya, “aahh… nishaan… nishaan mat banaana… kal sab dekhenge…” Par Vikram ne suna nahi, ya sun ke bhi ansuna kar diya. Uske honth uske kandhe tak aaye, aur usne wahan bhi apne daant halke se gadaaye. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.

Vikram ne uska pallu kandhe se sarka diya aur woh phoolon ke beech gir gaya. Phir usne uske blouse ki peeche ki doriyan kheench ke khol di, aur blouse dheela hote hi Meera ke bhare hue stan aazaad ho gaye, kyunki usne andar kuch nahi pehna tha. Mombatti ki roshni mein woh gore, bhaari aur garm lag rahe the, nipple pehle se tane hue. Vikram ne unhe dono haathon mein bhar ke dabaaya, unka wazan mehsoos kiya, angoothon se nipples ko gol gol ragda, aur jhuk ke ek nipple ko muh mein le liya. Meera ne apna sir peeche kiya aur ek dabi hui siski li, “sss… aah… Vikram…”, aur usi pal uski nazar deewar par lagi shaadi ki photo par padi, jahan bees saal pehle ka Ramesh use dekh raha tha. Uski chut ke najdik phir se kasak uth gayi.

Usne aankhen band kar li. Par aankhen band karte hi use yaad aaya. Isi bistar par, isi takiye par, bees saal tak, lights band karke, Ramesh ka do minute ka aana aur jaana. Na koi chumban, na koi sawaal, na koi intezaar. Bas saree upar, do minute ki haanfti saansein, aur phir karvat badal ke kharraate. Aur woh chhat ko ghoorti rehti thi, apne andar ki adhoori aag ke saath, jab tak neend na aa jaaye. Aaj usi bistar par ek jawaan mard uske ek nipple ko itni der se choos raha tha ki uski jaanghon ke beech garmi se geelapan phail gaya tha, aur use pata bhi nahi chala tha kab.

“Yahi bistar hai na,” Vikram ne uske stan se sir utha ke phusphusaaya, jaise uske dimaag ki baat padh li ho. “Jahan tu itne saal akeli soyi. Unke bagal mein, bina kuch mehsoos kiye. Aaj isi bistar ka hisaab hoga.”

“Vikram… please… aawaaz…” Meera ne kaha, par uski aawaaz mein ab rokne wali baat kam aur maangne wali zyada thi. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.

Vikram ne saree ki plaits kamar se kheench ke nikaali, aur georgette ek laal dher ban kar uske pairon mein gir gayi. Petticoat ka naada khula, aur Meera ab sirf ek patli laal lace ki panty mein khadi thi, haathon mein chooda, maang mein sindoor, gale mein mangalsutra, aur khule baal kamar tak. Vikram ne ek pal ruk ke use sir se pair tak dekha, aur Meera ne sharam se apne dono haath apne seene par rakh liye. “Aise mat dekho,” usne kaha. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.

“Kyun na dekhun? Meri biwi hai,” Vikram ne kaha aur uske haath pakad ke dheere se hata diye. Phir usne use bistar ki taraf dhakela, aur jab woh Ramesh ki taraf wale hisse par, apni purani jagah par, phoolon ki chadar par peeth ke bal giri, to purane bistar ne ek lambi, jaani-pehchaani “chrrr” ki aawaaz ki. Gulaab ki pankhudiyan uske nange badan ke neeche dab gayi aur unki khushboo aur tez ho gayi.

Meera ne turant apna haath muh par rakh liya. “Aawaaz… yeh bistar bahut bolta hai,” usne phusphusaate hue kaha. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.

“Bolne de,” Vikram ne apni shirt utaarte hue kaha. “Aaj ise bolne ka poora haq hai.”

Bahar hall mein, sofa par lete hue, Ramesh ne woh pehli “chrrr” saaf suni. Woh aawaaz woh bees saal se jaanta tha. Usne apni aankhen band kar li aur karvat badal ke chhat ki taraf dekhne laga, jahan pankha dheere-dheere ghoom raha tha. Corridor ke us paar, apne kamre ke adhkhule darwaze ke peeche, Arjun bhi jaag raha tha. Usne bhi woh aawaaz suni. Woh deewar se peeth tika ke farsh par baith gaya, ghutne seene se lagaaye, aur uski saansein tez ho gayi. Use apni maa ki woh dabi hui “sss” bhi sunai di thi, aur woh chahke bhi apne kaan band nahi kar paaya.

Andar Vikram uske upar jhuk gaya aur dobara uske honthon ko pakad liya, is baar poore wazan ke saath. Unka nanga seena uske nange stano se dab gaya, aur Meera ki baahein, bina use bataaye, uski peeth par lipat gayi. Lamba, geela, saans rokne wala chumban, jisme Meera ki “mmhh… mmm…” ki dabi siskiyan Vikram ke muh mein ghulti rahi. Vikram ka haath uske pet par se neeche gaya, uski naabhi ke gird ek gol chakkar laga ke, panty ke kinaare tak, aur wahan ruk gaya. Uski chut ne use kas ke pakad liya.

Usne honth hata ke Meera ki aankhon mein dekha. “Bata, rukun?”

Meera ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski saansein tez thi, honth geele aur soojhe hue, aankhen aadhi band. Usne ek baar phir shaadi ki photo ki taraf dekha, bahut der tak, phir aankhen band kar li, aur apni kamar halke se upar utha di taaki Vikram panty utaar sake. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.

Vikram muskuraya, ek bhookhi, jeet wali muskurahat. “Goa ke baad se ek udhaar baaki hai, yaad hai na?” usne uske kaan mein kaha. “Aaj isi bistar pe vasool hoga.”

Meera ki saans gale mein atak gayi. Use yaad tha. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.

Vikram ne Meera ki laal lace ki panty dheere-dheere uski jaanghon se neeche kheenchi aur use apni muthi mein le kar ek pal sungha, phir bistar ke kone par phenk di. Meera ab poori nangi thi, sirf chooda, mangalsutra aur maang ka sindoor uske badan par baaki tha, aur woh apne purane bistar par, apni purani jagah par leti hui thi, theek us takiye par jis par woh bees saal Ramesh ke bagal mein soyi thi. Saamne deewar par shaadi ki photo thi, aur mombattiyon ki roshni mein Ramesh ka sehre wala jawaan chehra seedha unki taraf dekh raha tha. Meera ki chut ke najdik ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi thi, jaise is bistar ki saari purani yaadein uske nange jism ko chhoo rahi ho.
Isi bistar par uski suhaag raat hui thi. Use aaj bhi yaad tha, woh laal joda, woh kaanpte haath, aur Ramesh ka woh jaldi-jaldi aana aur do minute se pehle hi haanf ke hat jaana. Isi bistar par Arjun uske pet mein aaya tha, usi jaldi wale do minute mein. Aur bees saal tak yahi hota raha, kabhi do minute poore bhi nahi hote the. Aaj usi bistar par uska naya pati, ek jawaan, takatwar mard, uske pairon ke beech baitha tha, aur use koi jaldi nahi thi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Vikram ne jhuk ke uski jaanghon ke andar ki naram tvacha ko choomna shuru kiya, ghutne se upar ki taraf, dheere dheere, kabhi chaat ke, kabhi halke se kaat ke. Meera ki saansein tez ho gayi. Jab uske honth uski chut ke paas pahunche, to Meera ne sharm se apni jaanghein band karne ki koshish ki, par Vikram ne dono haathon se unhe khol ke daba diya. “Dekhne de, jaan. Dekh kitni geeli hai teri chut. Tapak rahi hai.” Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Usne apni zubaan neeche se upar tak ek lambi lakeer mein phirayi, aur Meera ki kamar bistar se uth gayi. “Aahh… Vikram… yeh… ssss…” Vikram ne uske daane ko honthon mein le ke choosa, zubaan se gol gol ghumaaya, aur saath mein do ungliyan uski geeli chut mein dheere se utaar di. Andar-bahar, andar-bahar, aur kamre mein uski geeli “pach pach” ki aawaaz aur Meera ki dabi hui siskiyaan bharne lagi. Usne ek haath se chadar aur doosre se Vikram ke baal kas ke pakad liye. Bees saal mein kisi ne use wahan aise nahi choosa tha. Ramesh ne kabhi wahan muh tak nahi lagaya tha. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.




Phir Vikram ne achanak uski kamar pakdi aur use palat diya, pet ke bal, aur uske pet ke neeche ek takiya rakh diya taaki uske bhare hue gol gand upar uth jaayein. Usne apni dono hatheliyan unpar rakh ke unhe dheere se failaaya aur jhuk ke uske kaan mein kaha, “Bola tha na, Meera. Aaj woh udhaar poora chukaana hai.” Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Meera ka poora badan ek pal ke liye akad gaya. Use Goa ki woh raat yaad aa gayi, hotel ka kamra, samundar ki aawaaz, aur woh pehli baar ka tez, cheerne wala dard, jo dheere-dheere ek ajeeb, gehre maze mein badal gaya tha. Woh uski zindagi ki pehli baar thi, aur yeh doosri hone wali thi. Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.
Usne gardan ghuma ke Vikram ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein darr bhi tha aur ek chhupi hui chaahat bhi. “Theek hai… par dheere… Vikram. Bahut dheere. Wada kijiye.”
“Wada, jaan,” Vikram ne uski peeth par ek chumban rakhte hue kaha. “Jahan bologi wahin ruk jaunga.”
Vikram ne dono haathon se uske gore, bhare hue gand pakde aur unhe poori tarah faila diye, aur bas dekhta raha. Mombatti ki roshni mein uski gand ka chhota sa, gehre gulabi-bhure rang ka chhed saaf dikh raha tha, kasa hua, chaaron taraf naram silvaton se ghira, aur har tez saans ke saath halke se sikud aur khul raha tha, jaise khud ghabra raha ho. Uske theek neeche uski geeli, soojhi hui chut ras se chamak rahi thi. Vikram ne angoothon se use thoda aur khola aur jhuk ke kareeb se dekha, bina kuch kahe, itni der tak ki Meera ko uski garam saans wahan mehsoos hone lagi. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Meera ka chehra sharam se jal utha. Usne peeche haath le ja ke apni gand dhakne ki koshish ki. “Vikram… aise mat dekhiye… sharam aati hai… aisa mat kijiye, gand hai woh…”
Vikram zor se hansa aur uska haath hata ke chadar par daba diya. “Gand hai, isiliye to dekh raha hoon, meri jaan. Itni sundar gand chhupa ke rakhi thi tune bees saal.” Aur phir usne jhuk ke apni zubaan neeche se upar tak, ek lambi, dheemi chaat mein, seedha uske chhed par phira di. Meera ka poora badan sir se pair tak kaanp gaya, uske roye khade ho gaye, aur uske muh se ek toot-ti hui “aaahh…” nikli. “Chhi… Vikram… gandi jagah hai…” Par Vikram ne uski kamar kas ke pakde rakhi aur chaat-ta raha, gol gol, phir zubaan ki nok se halka sa andar dabaata hua. Meera ki “chhi” dheere dheere ek lambi, kaanpti hui “aahhh” mein badal gayi. Use sharam se marne ka man kar raha tha, aur usi waqt uski chut se ras tapak ke takiye ko bhigo raha tha. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Vikram uthke Ramesh ki dressing table tak gaya aur nariyal tel ki shishi utha li. Usne shishi ko Meera ki taraf dikhaya aur muskuraya. “Bhaiya ka tel. Dekh, aaj bhaiya bhi apni behen ki khatirdari mein haath bata rahe hain.”
“Chhi… aap bhi na,” Meera ne takiye mein muh daba ke kaha, par uski aawaaz mein virodh nahi tha, sirf ek kaanpti hui utsukta thi. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Vikram ne thanda tel seedha uski gand ki daraar mein tapkaya, aur Meera ek thandi siski ke saath kaanp gayi. Usne ungli se tel ko uske chhed ke chaaron taraf gol-gol mala, phir ek ungli ki nok dheere se andar dabaayi. “Saans le, jaan, dheela chhod.” Ungli aadhi andar gayi, phir poori. Saath hi uska doosra haath neeche se uski chut par pahuncha aur do ungliyan wahan bhi andar chali gayi. Ab dono chhedon mein uski ungliyan ek saath andar-bahar ho rahi thi, aur Meera ka dimaag jaise sunn ho gaya. “Aah… aah… Vikram… dono… mat karo… main pagal ho jaungi…” Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Usne doosri ungli bhi peeche daal di aur dono ko dheere se failaaya. Meera ki kamar ab khud peeche aa rahi thi, uski ungliyon par. Vikram hansa. “Dekh, teri gand khud maang rahi hai.”
Usne apni pant utaar di. Uska lund lamba, mota aur patthar jaisa sakht tha, aur usne us par hatheli bhar ke tel mala jab tak woh mombatti ki roshni mein chamakne nahi laga. Phir usne apne supaade ko uske chhed par tikaaya aur bas wahan ragadta raha, andar daale bina, upar neeche, ghuma ke, tadpaata hua. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
“Chahiye?” Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk ke poocha, supaade ko chhed par dabaate hue, par andar nahi.
Meera ne takiye mein muh chhupaaye sir hilaaya.
“Aise nahi. Bol ke bata.”
“Haan… chahiye…” Meera ne kaanpti aawaaz mein kaha. Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.
Meera se ab raha nahi gaya. Uski chut tapak rahi thi, uska badan jal raha tha. Usne takiye se muh utha ke, sharam ko ek taraf rakh ke, bhari hui aawaaz mein kaha, “Vikram… please… ab aur mat tadpaao… daal do na…”
Vikram zor se hansa aur uske gore gand par ek karara thappad maara, “chataak!” Laal nishaan ubhar aaya. “Kya daal doon? Bol, Meera. Saaf bol.”
Meera ne aankhen band kar li, uske gaal jal rahe the. “Apna… apna lund… andar daalo… please…”
“Kahan daalun? Chut mein?” Vikram ne supaada neeche uski geeli chut par sarka ke chheda.
“Nahi…” Meera ne sir hilaaya, aur khud apni kamar peeche dhakel ke uske supaade ko wapas apne peeche wale chhed par le aayi. “Wahan… peeche… meri gand mein… Goa jaisa… please Vikram, ab mat tadpaao, meri gand maaro…” Usne yeh kaha aur turant sharam se takiye mein muh gaadh liya, jaise apne hi shabdon par yakeen na ho. Bees saal ki shareef, seedhi Vaishali yeh nahi bol sakti thi. Par aaj woh Vaishali nahi thi. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Vikram ne ek aur thappad maara, is baar doosre gand par, aur zor se hansa. “Yeh hui na baat. Yeh hai meri Meera.”
Vikram ne dheere se zor lagaya. Supaada uske tang chhalle ko cheer ke andar ghusa, aur Meera ke poore badan mein ek tez lehar daud gayi. Usne turant takiya muh mein bhar liya aur kaat liya, aur takiye ke andar ek tez, ghuti hui chikh nikli. Bistar ne ek lambi “chrrr” ki. Use laga jaise koi garam, mota danda uske andar khul raha ho, use bhar raha ho, cheer raha ho. Goa wala dard tha, par is baar uske peeche woh yaad bhi thi ki aage kya maza aane wala hai. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Vikram ne aadha andar daal ke rok diya, aur Meera ka badan wahin akad gaya. Dard ek garam, jalti hui lehar ki tarah uski kamar se pet tak phail raha tha. Uski aankhon se aansu beh ke takiye mein ja rahe the, uske haath chadar ko itni zor se pakde the ki ungliyan safed pad gayi thi, aur uske muh se ek ke baad ek tooti hui aawaazein nikal rahi thi, “Aahh… aah… ahh… ah… Vikram… dard… aah… ruko… ruko zara…” Woh aage khisakne ki koshish kar rahi thi aur usi waqt uski kamar peeche bhi aa rahi thi, jaise uska badan khud tay nahi kar paa raha ho ki use chahiye ya nahi. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Vikram ruka raha, bina hile, aur jhuk ke uski paseene se bheegi peeth par apna seena tika diya. Uske honth uske kaan ke paas aaye, aur usne bahut dheemi, bhaari aawaaz mein kaha, “Meera… mujhe ek baccha chahiye. Tujhse. Hamara baccha. Degi mujhe? Bol.”




Meera ki saans ruk gayi. Dard ke beech woh shabd uske andar kahin gehre utar gaye. Ek baccha. Vikram ka baccha. Uske dimaag mein ek pal ke liye sab kuch ghoom gaya, Arjun ka chehra, Ramesh ki photo, uske purse mein rakhi goliyon ki patti. Par us pal, us bistar par, uska aadha lund apni gand mein liye, uske badan mein sirf ek hi chaahat thi. Haan. Use chahiye tha. Is mard ka baccha, jo use itni der tak pyaar karta tha, jo use sunta tha, jo use aise bharta tha jaise kisi ne kabhi nahi bhara. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
“Haan…” usne kaanpti aawaaz mein kaha. “Haan Vikram… mujhe tumhara baccha chahiye… aahh…”
Vikram muskuraya. “Achhi baat hai. Jaldi hi, kuch din aur, phir hum baccha karenge. Par yahan nahi. Bhaiya ke is purane bistar pe nahi.” Usne uski kamar sehlaayi. “Main tujhe kisi achhi jagah le jaunga, pahaadon mein, samundar ke kinaare, jahan sirf hum dono honge. Wahan tujhe pregnant karunga.”
“Jaisa aap chaho… jahan aap chaho… main taiyaar hoon,” Meera bol rahi thi, aur use khud pata nahi tha ki woh kya bol rahi hai. Garmi, dard aur nasha uske shabdon ko apne saath baha le ja rahe the. “Meri chut tumhari hai… meri gand tumhari hai… mujhe maa bana do… par abhi mat roko… chodo mujhe… aahh… chodo na…” Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Vikram ne haath badha ke side table par rakhi sindoor ki chhoti dibiya uthayi, jo Priya ne shagun ke liye rakhi thi. Usne angootha usme duboya aur Meera ke gore gand par, theek apne lund ke paas, ek lambi laal lakeer kheench di, jaise maang bhar raha ho. “Yeh bhi meri hai ab. Iski bhi maang bhar di maine.”
Meera ne gardan ghuma ke dekha, apne gand par woh laal sindoor, aur uske muh se ek kaanpti, sharm aur nashe se bhari hansi nikli. “Pagal ho aap… poore pagal…” Uska dard ab dheere dheere pighal raha tha, aur uski jagah ek bhookh le rahi thi. Uski chut ke najdik phir se kasak uth gayi.
Vikram ne use thoda aur kheencha, phir wapas aadha andar. Aadha andar, aadha bahar. “Uff, kitni tight hai abhi bhi,” usne daant bheench ke kaha. “Goa ke baad bhi waisi ki waisi. Isko to roz kholna padega. Roz karna chahiye, hai na Meera?”
“Aahh… haan… roj karo… roj karo, please…” Meera ki aawaaz ab bilkul toot rahi thi. “Par poora daalo… adhoora mat chhodo… poora andar daalo… aahhh…” Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.

Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi aur ek lamba, gehra dhakka diya, aur uski poori lambaai uske andar samaa gayi, uski jaanghein Meera ke gand se chipak gayi. Meera ki aankhen phail gayi aur muh khula ka khula reh gaya, koi aawaaz nahi nikli, sirf ek lambi kaanpti saans. Vikram kuch pal waise hi ruka raha, uski peeth sehlata hua, aur phir dheere-dheere hilna shuru kiya. Uski chut ke najdik ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi thi, jaise peeche ka dard aur aage ki geelapan ek saath uske jism ko hila rahe hon.
Pehle chhote dhakke, phir lambe. Dard ke neeche se wahi gehra, bhara hua maza ubharne laga, uske pet ke neeche tak jaata hua. Uski siskiyaan takiye ke bahar aane lagi. “Aah… Vikram… haan… aise hi… aahh…” Uski saansein tez ho gayi. Har dhakke ke saath uski gand ke chhalle Vikram ke lund ko kas ke pakad rahe the, phir dheere se khul rahe the, aur andar se ek garam, geeli chiknaahat uske lund par phail rahi thi. Meera ko lag raha tha jaise uska poora andar ka hissa bhar gaya ho, aur har bar jab Vikram poora bahar aata, uski gand apne aap peeche khinch ke use wapas andar le leti.
Phir Vikram ne use ghutno par utha liya, poori doggy style mein, aur uski kamar kas ke pakad ke zor zor se thokna shuru kiya. “Thap… thap… thap…” uski jaanghein uske gore gand se takra rahi thi, aur har takkar par uske gand thartharaate. Bistar ka dheela sirhana deewar par “thak… thak… thak…” karne laga, aur purana bistar har dhakke par “chrrr chrrr” cheekh raha tha. Vikram beech beech mein uske gand par thappad maarta, “chataak”, aur Meera har thappad par aur zor se chillaati. Uske lataktey bhaari boobs har dhakke ke saath aage peeche jhool rahe the, aur mangalsutra uske gale se latak ke chadar par takra raha tha. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi. Uske andar se geeli “pach pach” ki aawaazein nikal rahi thi, aur har thappad ke baad uski gand aur zyada khul jaati thi, jaise khud mazaa le rahi ho.
Meera ki baatein Vikram ke andar aag bhar rahi thi. “Maa bana do… chodo mujhe…” woh shabd uske kaanon mein goonj rahe the, aur uska jungli roop jaag gaya. Usne Meera ke khule baal ek mutthi mein lapete aur unhe lagaam ki tarah kheench ke uski peeth ko kamaan bana diya. Ab uske dhakke dheemi lehar nahi the, ek toofan the. Har dhakke mein woh poora bahar aata aur phir pooray zor se andar, aur Meera ki chikh har baar pehle se oonchi hoti. “Aahh… haan… aise hi… aur zor se… phaad do…” Use pata bhi nahi tha woh kya bol rahi hai, aur Vikram har shabd par aur paagal hota ja raha tha. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi. Uske boobs chadar se takra rahe the, nipples sakht ho chuke the, aur har gehre dhakke ke saath uske andar se ek garam lehar uth rahi thi jo uski chut tak pahunch rahi thi.
Usne Meera ke baal peeche se pakad ke uska sir uthaya, taaki uska chehra seedha shaadi ki photo ki taraf ho. “Dekh saamne, Meera. Batao, Vaishali zyada khush thi is bistar par, ya Meera?”
Meera ki geeli aankhen Ramesh ke jawaan, sharmile chehre par tiki thi. “Meera… Meera zyada khush hai… aah… Vikram… aur zor se…” Uski saansein tez ho gayi. Uske honth khule hue the, thook uske honthon se tapak raha tha, aur uski gand Vikram ke lund ko itni zor se pakad rahi thi jaise use kabhi bahar na nikalne de.



Phir Vikram ruka, apna lund bahar nikaala, aur bistar ke sirhane se peeth tika ke baith gaya, pair failaa ke. “Aa, upar aa. Ab tu khud le.”
Meera kaanpte pairon se uthi aur uski taraf peeth karke uski god mein aayi. Vikram ne apna lund pakad ke seedha rakha, aur Meera ne khud, dheere dheere, uspar apni gand tikaa ke baithna shuru kiya. Is baar woh khud andar le rahi thi, apni marzi se, inch inch, aur jab woh poori tarah baith gayi to dono ke muh se ek saath ek lambi “aahhh” nikli. Woh dheere dheere upar neeche hone lagi, phir tez. Vikram ne peeche se ek haath uske boobs par rakha, nipple masalta hua, aur doosra haath aage le jaa ke uski tapakti chut mein do ungliyan daal di, angoothe se uska daana ragadta hua. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi. Har baar jab woh upar uthati, uski gand se Vikram ka lund aadha bahar nikalta, aur jab woh neeche baithti, toh poora andar sama jaata, aur uske andar se ek geeli, garam aawaaz nikalati. Uske boobs Vikram ke haathon mein hil rahe the, aur uski chut se ras tapak ke Vikram ki ungliyon aur uske lund dono ko bheega raha tha.
Peeche uska lund, aage uski ungliyan, aur Meera ab apne aap mein nahi thi. Woh uchhal rahi thi, uske khule baal hawa mein ud rahe the, chooda khanak raha tha, aur uske muh se ek ke baad ek aawaaz nikal rahi thi. “Aah… aah… Vikram… main… main gayi… haan… haan… aahhhh!” Uski chut ne use kas ke pakad liya. Uske andar se ek tez, garam lehar uthi, aur uski gand Vikram ke lund ke aas-paas itni zor se sikud gayi ki Vikram ke muh se bhi ek karaah nikal gayi.
Uska poora badan akad gaya, peeche ki taraf jhuk gaya, aur woh kaanpte hue chhooti, itni zor se ki uski chut se ras ki dhaar Vikram ki hatheli aur chadar par phoot padi. Uski gand ke kasaav se Vikram bhi ruk nahi paaya. Usne uski kamar neeche daba ke pakdi, neeche se aakhri kuch gehre dhakke diye, aur ek lambi karaah ke saath uske andar gehraai tak chhoot gaya. Meera ko apne andar garam dhaar bharti hui mehsoos hui. Uski saansein tez ho gayi. Uske andar se garam, gaadha ras bahar nikalne laga, uski gand se tapak ke uski jaanghon aur chadar par gir raha tha, aur Vikram ka lund ab bhi uske andar dheere-dheere hil raha tha.
Woh uske seene par peeche gir gayi, haanfti hui, paseene se bheegi. Vikram ne uske kaan mein hans ke kaha, “Ab hua vasool.” Meera ne gardan ghuma ke use dekha, sharmaayi, aur uske gaal par ek chhota sa chumban rakh diya. Jab woh dheere se uski god se utri, to uski gand se garam ras aur tel bah ke chadar par tapakta raha, theek us jagah jahan Vaishali bees saal soyi thi, jahan uski suhaag raat hui thi. Vikram ne uske pet par haath phira ke chhedte hue kaha, “Agli baar seedha raaste se, khushkhabri ke liye.” Meera ne sirf muskura ke aankhen band kar li, aur apne purse ki goliyon ke baare mein socha. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Bahar hall mein, band darwaze se kuch hi kadam door, Ramesh sofa par leta hua tha. Usne kuch nahi dekha tha. Usne sirf suna tha. Usne pehli “chrrr” suni thi, phir ek tez, toot-ti hui chikh jo kisi takiye mein dabi hui thi, aur jo usne bees saal mein kabhi nahi suni thi. Phir dheemi siskiyaan, phir sirhane ka deewar se takraana, aur phir uski aawaaz, saaf, “Vikram… dheere… aah…” Aur phir woh shabd, poore aur saaf, “Meera zyada khush hai.”
Ramesh ne apna haath apni chhaati par rakh liya, jaise wahan kuch toot raha ho. Usne utth ke darwaze tak jaane ki nahi socha. Usne kaan bhi band nahi kiye. Woh bas leta raha, chhat ke pankhe ko dekhta hua, aur uske man mein ek hi baat ghoomti rahi. Mera kamra… mera bistar… meri Vaishali… Uski aankhon ke kone geele ho gaye aur aansu kaan ki taraf beh gaye. Use gussa nahi aaya, sirf ek bhaari, khaali bebasi mehsoos hui, jaise usne apne haathon se apna ghar kisi aur ko de diya ho aur ab sirf darwaze ke bahar baith ke sun sakta ho.
Andar baad mein khamoshi ho gayi, phir dheemi hansi, phir kuch nahi. Ramesh puri raat jaagta raha. Teen baje usne ghadi dekhi, phir paanch baje, aur jab khidki se halki neeli roshni aane lagi tab bhi uski aankhen khuli thi.

[Joker44]

Subah saat baje Priya ne hanste hue bahar ki kundi kholi aur zor se darwaza thapthapaaya, “Uth jao dulhe raja, subah ho gayi!” Vikram ne bas karvat badli aur takiya sir par rakh ke phir so gaya.
Meera dheere se uthi, aur pehla kadam rakhte hi uske muh se ek dabi hui “ssss” nikal gayi. Uski kamar ke neeche, peeche, ek meetha sa, jalta hua dard tha, jaise raat ki har ek takkar wahan ek nishaan chhod gayi ho. Uski jaanghein kaanp rahi thi aur chalne mein use pair thode faila ke, sambhal ke rakhne pad rahe the. Usne almari ke sheeshe mein dekha, gardan par Vikram ke daanton ke laal nishaan, honth ab bhi soojhe hue, aur gand par sindoor ki woh halki laal lakeer jo pasine mein phail gayi thi. Uske gaal laal ho gaye, aur achanak raat ki har baat use yaad aa gayi. Maine kya bol diya… “mujhe tumhara baccha chahiye”, “meri chut tumhari hai”… unke bistar pe, apne bete ke ghar mein. Sharam ki ek lehar uske poore badan mein daud gayi. Main Ramesh ki biwi hoon. Woh sab bas us waqt ka nasha tha, aur kuch nahi. Par saree ki plaits banaate hue, dil ke kisi kone se ek dheemi aawaaz aayi. Jhooth kyun bolun… us pal mein sach mein chahiye tha. Uska badan abhi bhi Vikram ki pakad ko yaad kar raha tha, aur yeh baat use dard se zyada darra rahi thi. Usne almari par haath rakha, deewar par Arjun ki bachpan wali photo dekhi, aur khud se kaha, Main Vaishali hoon. Mujhe waapas aana hai, apne ghar mein, apni zindagi mein. Usne jaldi se nahaaya, ek taaza halki aasmaani chiffon ki saree pehni jo woh apne thaile mein laayi thi, gardan ke nishaan pallu se dhake, geele baal tauliye mein lapete, aur ek baar sote hue Vikram ko dekh ke bahar aa gayi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Hall mein dining table par sab baithe the. Priya ne aloo ke parathe banaye the, Ramesh chupchaap chai ka cup pakde baitha tha, aankhen laal aur sooji hui, aur Arjun apni plate mein paratha tod raha tha bina khaaye. Meera ne chalte hue apni chaal seedhi rakhne ki poori koshish ki, par har kadam par uski kamar halki si atak jaati. Uski chut ke najdik phir se kasak uth gayi.
Priya ne use dekhte hi taali bajaayi. “Aa gayi didi, hamare ghar ki shaan!”
Meera thodi chidh gayi. Raat ki thakaan aur sabki nazrein, sab ek saath. “Haan, aa gayi. Kya kar logi?” usne thodi tezi se kaha aur kursi par sambhal ke baithi, aur baithte hi uske muh se phir ek halki “ssss” nikal gayi.
Priya ne bhaun uthaayi aur muskurayi. “Bhoolo mat bhabhi, aap Meera ho, Vaishali nahi. Yeh rob mat jhaado mujh pe.” Phir usne chai ka cup uthaaya aur aankh maar ke boli, “Waise bhi raat bhar aapki aawaaz poore ghar mein goonj rahi thi. Shayad muh band nahi tha aapka.”
Table par ek pal ke liye sannaata chha gaya. Ramesh ka cup hothon tak aa ke ruk gaya. Arjun ne paratha plate mein rakh diya aur nazar neeche gadaa li. Meera ka chehra kaan tak laal ho gaya. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.




“Kuch bhi mat bolo, Priya,” usne jaldi jaldi kaha, awaaz mein ghabrahat. “Meri kamar mein dard tha, to Vikram ne mujhe tel laga ke massage kiya tha. Bas. Waisa kuch nahi hai jo tum soch rahi ho. Humne kuch nahi kiya.”
Priya zor se hans padi aur Ramesh ki taraf mudi. “Dekho bhaiya, aapki Vaishali ki tarah hi bahana banaati hai. Dekho iski taang kaisi chadhi hui hai. Massage hi tha yeh? Woh raat bhar apni Meera ko masal raha tha, isiliye yeh theek se chal bhi nahi pa rahi.” Usne Meera ki taraf dekh ke aankh maari. “Pata hai, pata hai, kya hua tha,” aur phir khilkhila ke hans padi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Meera ne gusse se usse ghoora aur kuch bolne ke liye muh khola, par usi waqt kamre ka darwaza khula aur Vikram bahar aaya, aankhen aadhi band, baal bikhre, sirf pajama aur banyaan mein, jamhaai lete hue. “Good morning sab ko,” usne neend bhari aawaaz mein kaha aur seedha Meera ke peeche aa ke uske kandhe par haath rakh diya. “Bhook lagi hai. Raat bahut mehnat hui.” Usne Meera ki taraf ek neend bhari, garam nazar daali, aur Meera ka subah wala saara iraada ek pal mein dagmaga gaya. Priya phir hans padi, Meera ne apna muh dono haathon mein chhupa liya, aur Ramesh chupchaap utha aur rasoi ki taraf chala gaya.
Jab Vikram nahaane gaya, Ramesh dheere se kamre mein gaya. Kamre mein ab bhi tel, pasina aur kuch aur ki gehri gandh thi, aur murjhaaye phool bistar par bikhre the. Us taraf, jahan Vaishali soti thi, chadar par ek bada sa geela, halka peela daag tha, aur uske paas sindoor ki ek laal chhaap. Ramesh kuch der use dekhta raha. Phir usne kaanpte haath se use chhua. Woh abhi bhi halka sa geela aur thanda tha. Usne koi aawaaz nahi ki. Usne chadar ko dheere se gaddhe se nikaala, use chaar tah mein mod ke ek chhoti si gathri banayi, aur almari kholi. Wahan uski purani cotton ki sarees tangi thi, aur neeche ki shelf par tah ki hui aur bhi sarees thi. Ramesh ne woh chadar un sarees ke neeche chhupa di aur almari band kar di. Daraar wale sheeshe mein usne apna thaka hua chehra dekha aur nazar hata li. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Thodi der baad, jab Priya bartan dhone baithi, Meera rasoi mein ek aur chai chhaan rahi thi jab Ramesh aaya. Usne peeche se dheere se use baahon mein le liya, bilkul waise hi jaise bees saal har subah karta tha, aur uske kandhe par sir rakh ke phusphusaaya, “Vaishali…”



Meera ek pal ke liye jam gayi. Phir usne kettle neeche rakha, uske haathon par apne haath rakhe, aur bina mude dheere se kaha, “Jab aap mujhe yahan se le jaaoge… phir se apni biwi bana ke waapas laaoge, tab aap jo kahoge main karungi… Par aaj nahi.” Usne uske haath dheere se apni kamar se hataaye aur mud ke uski aankhon mein dekha. “Aur abhi main Meera hoon, bhaiya.” Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Ramesh peeche hat gaya. Uske safed kurte par Meera ka parfum reh gaya tha, chameli aur kuch mehenga sa. Corridor ke kone mein, apne kamre ke darwaze par, Arjun khada tha, haath chaukhat par, aur usne sab dekha tha. Jab Meera ki nazar us par padi to Arjun bina kuch kahe waapas apne kamre mein chala gaya. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Thodi der baad Meera aur Vikram ne Priya aur Ramesh se vida li. Meera ne Ramesh ke pair chhue, thaali uthayi, aur corridor ke das kadam paar karke apne flat mein chali gayi. Ramesh apne bedroom mein khada tha jab deewar ke us paar se ek darwaza band hone ki aawaaz aayi, “dhap”, aur phir chitkani ki halki si “khat”.
Ramesh ne us deewar par haath rakha. Thandi, saadi, paint ki hui deewar. Aur use samajh aa gaya ki is deewar ke us paar unka naya bedroom hai, aur ab har raat, jab bhi Vikram apni Meera ka vasool karega, yeh deewar use sab kuch suna degi.

[Rinkp219]

Kya hii gajab ki writing hai bhai aapki.....

Pani main aag lagane jaisa........

Dekhte hain Vaishali ka life main aur bhi mard aayega yaa nahi ...........

Ek questions reh gaya hai abhi bhi.......

Arjun se priya abhi tak shaadi kiya hai......jo arjun ne use bola tha .........

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[dramasingh]

Wonderful... kya sander likhta ho bhai