[Ankita b]

superb update, loved it. Bring Arjun and ramesh in scene, thanks for update

[Joker44]

Chitkani ki "khat" ki aawaaz abhi hawa mein hi thi ki Vikram ne thaali Meera ke haath se le ke shoe rack par rakh di aur use kamar se pakad ke apni taraf kheench liya.

"Bas. Ab koi bhaiya nahi, koi Priya nahi," usne kaha. "Ab sirf main aur tu."

Meera ki peeth darwaze se lag gayi. Kamar ke neeche phir woh meetha, jalta hua dard utha aur uske muh se "ssss" nikal gayi.

Vikram ne use upar se neeche dekha. Halki aasmaani chiffon ki sleeveless saree, patla pallu jiske aar-paar uski gori kamar aur naabhi ka gaddha jhaank raha tha, nangi baahen, geele baal kandhon par bikhre hue.

"Yeh saree pehen ke tu wahan dining table pe baithi thi?" usne dheere se kaha. "Sabke saamne?"

"Kyun? Achhi nahi lagi?"

"Itni achhi lagi ki wahin uthake le aata." Usne apni naak uski gardan mein ghusa di, jahan pallu ke neeche raat ke daanton ke nishaan chhupe the, aur gehri saans li. "Chameli. Aur thoda sa main."

Phir usne apne honth uske honthon par rakh diye.



Kiss dheere shuru hui. Vikram ne pehle uska upar wala honth apne honthon mein liya, phir neeche wala, bas choosta raha, chakhta raha, jaise koi mithai dheere dheere khaata hai taaki khatam na ho. Meera ki saans ruk ruk ke aa rahi thi. Uske haath Vikram ke seene par the, use dhakelne ke liye. Par dhakela nahi.

Phir usne khud apne honth khol diye.

Bas itna kaafi tha.

Vikram ki zubaan uske munh mein utar gayi aur kiss bhookhi ho gayi. Usne ek haath Meera ke geele baalon mein ghusaya, mutthi mein pakda aur uska sar peeche jhuka ke aur gehra choomne laga. Geele, dheeme chumbanon ki aawaaz chhote se hall mein bhar gayi. "Mmmhh… mmm…" Meera ke gale se siski nikli. Uski choodiyan Vikram ki peeth par khanakne lagi, uski ungliyan uski banyaan mein atak gayi, aur ab woh bhi utni hi bhookh se use choom rahi thi. Uski zubaan Vikram ki zubaan se lipti, uska nichla honth daanton mein kheencha.

Vikram ka doosra haath uski nangi kamar par phisla, pallu ke neeche, naabhi ke gaddhe mein ek ungli ghumayi, phir upar, pasliyon par, aur blouse ke upar se uske bhare hue boob ko poori hatheli mein bhar liya. Dabaya. Dheere, phir zor se. Patle kapde ke neeche Meera ka nipple turant sakht hoke uski hatheli mein chubhne laga. Vikram ne use angoothe aur ungli ke beech pakad ke masla.

"Aahh… Vikram…" Meera ka sar darwaze se tik gaya.

"Andar kuch nahi pehna?" usne uske honthon par phusphusaaya.

"Jaldi mein thi…"

"Jhooth." Usne dusre boob ko bhi pakda aur dono ko ek saath masla. Phir neeche jhuka aur blouse ke gehre gale ke upar, uske boobs ki golai par honth rakh diye. Choomta raha, choosta raha, gore maans par ek naya laal nishaan banata hua. Meera ne uske baal mutthi mein pakad liye. Uski jaanghon ke beech garmi phail gayi aur use mehsoos hua ki woh phir se geeli ho rahi hai. Vikram ka sakht lund pajame ke andar se uske pet par dab raha tha.

Phir Vikram ne uski ek kalaai pakdi aur dheere se uska haath upar uthake darwaze par sar ke upar tika diya. Sleeveless blouse ke kinare ke neeche uski gori, chikni armpit khul gayi, nahaane ke baad ki halki si nami aur chameli ke sabun ki khushboo liye hue.

"Vikram… kya kar rahe ho…" Meera ki aawaaz kaanpi.

Jawab mein usne apna chehra wahan jhuka diya. Pehle bas naak se ragda, gehri saans li, jaise uski khushboo andar bhar raha ho. Phir honth rakhe. Phir zubaan.

Ek lamba, dheema chaatna, neeche se upar tak.

Meera ka poora badan ek jhatke se akad gaya. "Aaahh… Vikram… nahi… gudgudi… mmmh…" Par usne haath neeche nahi kiya. Vikram ne dobara chaata, phir wahan choosa, halke se daant ragde, aur Meera ki hansi aur siski ek saath toot ke nikli. Uski ungliyan darwaze par phisal rahi thi, ghutne kaanp rahe the. Vikram ne dusra haath bhi upar uthaya aur dusri armpit par bhi wahi kiya, chaatta, choomta, choosta, jab tak Meera ki saansein tez siskiyon mein nahi badal gayi aur woh apni jaanghein ek doosri se ragadne nahi lagi.

"Aisi jagah bhi koi chaatta hai…" usne haanfte hue kaha.

"Meri biwi ki har jagah meri hai," Vikram ne uski armpit par honth rakhe rakhe kaha, aur ek baar aur zubaan phira di.

Usne socha – bas ek pal aur. Bas ek pal.

Vikram ne pallu kandhe se neeche gira diya aur blouse ki peeche ki dori dhoondhne laga.

Tab Meera ne uska haath pakad liya.

"Ruko."

Vikram ne uski gardan se muh nahi hataya. "Hmm?"

"Ruko, Vikram." Usne uska chehra dono haathon mein pakad ke upar uthaya. Dono haanf rahe the. Uske apne honth soojhe hue the, Vikram ke honthon par uski lipstick lagi thi. "Aaj tumhe Arjun ko office le jaana hai. Bhool gaye? Kal raat tumne khud kaha tha, gaadi main bhej dunga. Woh neeche intezaar kar raha hoga."

"Gaadi neeche hai. Driver hai. Das minute aur ruk jayega."

"Das minute?" Meera ne bhaun uthayi. "Tumhare das minute ek ghante mein khatam hote hain. Bas. Ab band karo."

Vikram ne uski kamar nahi chhodi. "Toh tujhe kab enjoy karunga?"

"Baad mein."

"Baad mein kab?"

Meera ke gaal laal ho gaye. Usne nazar neeche ki. "Kal raat tumne jo kiya hai na… usse main theek se chal bhi nahi pa rahi. Dekha nahi subah kaise chal rahi thi? Priya ne sabke saamne mazak udaya." Usne ek pal ruk ke dheere se kaha, "Aur… mere periods bhi aane wale hain. Toh ab kuch din kuch nahi."

Vikram ne use dekha. Ek lamba pal. Phir uske honthon par woh muskaan aayi jo Meera ab pehchanne lagi thi.

"Kuch din?"

"Haan."

"Kuch bhi nahi?"

"Kuch bhi nahi."

"Theek hai," Vikram ne kaha. Aur usne use phir se choom liya.

Is baar dheere nahi. Is baar aise jaise woh kuch din ka hisaab abhi chuka lena chahta ho.

Usne Meera ko darwaze se daba diya, uska chehra dono haathon mein pakda aur uske honthon ko kha gaya. Zubaan gehri, honth choosta, kaat'ta, phir chaatta. Meera ki "nahi…" uske munh mein hi ghul gayi aur ek lambi, toot-ti hui siski ban gayi. "Mmmmhhh… Vikram… mmm…"

Uska ek haath neeche gaya, saree ke upar se uske kooldon ko pakda aur use apni taraf daba diya, taaki uska sakht lund seedha uski jaanghon ke beech lage. Meera ki kamar apne aap aage aa gayi. Uske haath, jo use rokne ke liye uthe the, uski gardan ke peeche lipat gaye. Woh panjon par uthi aur use aur gehra choomne lagi. Uski jaanghon ke beech ab garmi nahi, geelapan tha. Phir se.

Vikram ne kiss toda aur uske kaan ki lau daanton mein pakad ke kaha, "Abhi bhi kuch nahi?"

Meera ki saans tez thi. Aankhen band. Ek pal ke liye woh haarne wali thi.

Phir usne aankhen kholi aur dono haathon se uske seene par dhakka diya. Halka, par pakka.

"Nahi." Usne pallu uthake kandhe par wapas daala, kaanpte haath se. "Ab paanch din wait karo."

"Paanch din?" Vikram ne aise kaha jaise kisi ne paanch saal bol diye ho.

"Paanch din." Meera ne uske honthon se apni lipstick anguthe se poonchhi. "Aur jao, kapde badlo. Arjun neeche khada hai."

Vikram kuch der use dekhta raha. Phir hansa, gehri, haari hui hansi.

"Paanch din," usne kaha. "Phir chhatha din mera hai. Poora."

"Dekhenge."

"Toh tab tak ka advance." Aur usne use phir kheench liya.

Meera ki "Vikram—" uske honthon mein hi kho gayi. Is baar kiss chhoti thi par utni hi gehri. Usne uska nichla honth choosa, zubaan ek baar andar ghumayi, aur Meera ke haath phir se apne aap uski gardan mein lipat gaye. Uske gale se ek dheemi "mmmh" nikli—

Thak. Thak. Thak.

Darwaze par dastak hui. Theek Meera ki peeth ke peeche.

Dono jam gaye.

"Bhabhi? Bhaiya?" Arjun ki aawaaz. "Gaadi aa gayi hai. Driver neeche wait kar raha hai."

Meera ne ek jhatke se Vikram ko door dhakela. Pallu theek kiya, phir dobara theek kiya. Baal kaan ke peeche kiye. Honthon par ungli phiri, jahan lipstick ab bachi hi nahi thi. Vikram peeche khada muh daba ke hans raha tha.

"Chup," Meera ne phusphusa ke kaha.

Usne chitkani kholi aur darwaza aadha khola.

Arjun saamne khada tha. Office ki safed shirt, kandhe par bag, haath mein phone. Usne Meera ko dekha aur ek pal ke liye ruk gaya.

Meera ka chehra kaan tak laal tha. Honth soojhe hue, gile, lipstick phaili hui. Saans ab bhi thami nahi thi, seena upar neeche ho raha tha. Aur pallu, jo usne do baar theek kiya tha, ab bhi kandhe se thoda sarka hua tha, jahan blouse ke gale ke upar ek taaza laal nishaan saaf dikh raha tha.

"Kya hua?" Arjun ne poocha.

"Kuch… kuch nahi," Meera ne jaldi se kaha. Aawaaz thodi oonchi nikli. "Kuch nahi hua. Main… main kitchen mein thi. Garmi hai bahut."



Arjun ki nazar uske chehre se hat ke uske kandhe ke upar se andar gayi. Hall mein, shoe rack ke paas, Vikram khada tha, banyaan ulti chadhi hui, aur honthon par ek gulabi sa daag.

Peeche se Vikram zor se hansa.

"Haan Arjun, bahut garmi hai aaj," usne kaha, aur hanste hue Meera ke peeche se guzra, jaate jaate uski kamar par ek halki si chikoti kaati. Meera uchhal padi. "Do minute, main kapde badal ke aata hoon. Tu neeche chal."

Woh bedroom mein chala gaya, ab bhi hansta hua.

Arjun wahin khada raha. Meera ne uski aankhon mein nahi dekha.

"Nashta karke aaya?" usne nazar neeche rakhte hue poocha.

"Haan. Priya bua ne paratha diya."

"Achha." Meera ne pallu ek baar aur kheencha. "Toh… neeche jao. Bhaiya aa rahe hain."

Arjun kuch pal aur ruka. Phir mud gaya.

Meera ne darwaza band kiya, uspe ek pal maatha tikaya, aur phir seedha kitchen mein chali gayi. Gas jalaya, jabki kuch banana nahi tha. Kettle mein paani daala, jabki chai nahi peeni thi. Bas kuch karna tha. Haath kaanp rahe the.

Bedroom se Vikram ki aawaaz aayi, abhi bhi hansi mein dooba hua, "Garmi bahut hai, haan? Kitchen mein thi?"

"Chup raho!" Meera ne kitchen se chillake kaha, aur khud bhi na chahte hue muskura di.

Usne socha – paanch din. Maine use paanch din bola. Aur khud ko?

Kettle seeti dene laga. Usne gas band kiya, aur khidki se neeche dekha. Gate ke paas kaali SUV khadi thi, aur uske bagal mein Arjun, bag kandhe par, upar unki khidki ki taraf dekhta hua.

Meera khidki se peeche hat gayi.



(Jaari…)

[Joker44]

Shaam ke saat baj chuke the aur Andheri–Bandra ke us business hub ki glass wali building mein lights ek ek karke bujhne lagi thi. Arjun apne cubicle mein baitha laptop band kar raha tha, lekin uski ungliyan keyboard ke upar hi ruki hui thi, jaise unhe samajh hi nahi aa raha ho ki din khatam ho gaya hai. Naukri ka pehla din tha, aur woh din usne kisi ajeeb se sapne ki tarah jiya tha, jisme sab kuch theek bhi tha aur sab kuch galat bhi.

Subah jab woh Vikram ke saath kaali SUV se utar kar office pahuncha tha, toh reception wali ladki se lekar pantry ke peon tak sabne uth kar "Good morning sir" kaha tha. Vikram ne poore floor ke beech khade ho kar Arjun ke kandhe par haath rakha tha aur zor se kaha tha, "Yeh Arjun hai, meri wife ka bhatija. Aaj se yeh humare saath kaam karega. Isko achhe se kaam sikhao, aur koi isko boss ka rishtedaar samajh ke chhoot mat dena." Sab hans pade the, aur Arjun ne bhi muskura ke sir jhuka diya tha, lekin us ek line ne uske andar kuch tod diya tha. Meri wife ka bhatija. Jis aurat ne use nau mahine kokh mein rakha tha, jisne uske college ke tiffin bharke diye the, jisne bukhaar mein raat raat bhar uske maathe par geeli patti rakhi thi, woh aaj is aadmi ki wife thi, aur Arjun uska bhatija.

Baaki sab kuch, sach kahe toh, bahut achha tha. HR wali ladki ne jab offer letter uske haath mein diya toh usne salary wali line do baar padhi, kyunki woh uske pichle kaam se dedh guna thi. Lunch ke waqt Vikram ne use apne cabin mein bulaya tha aur bina kisi lag-lapet ke kaha tha, "Dekh Arjun, ghar pe hum rishtedaar hain, par yahan main tera direct boss hoon. Chhe mahine mann laga ke, imaandari se kaam kar, main tujhe permanent kar dunga. Phir tera future set hai, kisi ke aage haath phailane ki zaroorat nahi padegi." Arjun ne sir hila diya tha, kyunki is offer ko thukraane ka koi kaaran nahi tha. Kaaran sirf ek tha, aur woh kaaran woh is duniya mein kisi ko nahi bata sakta tha.

Mushkil yeh thi ki Vikram ka cabin uske cubicle ke theek bagal mein tha, aur dono ke beech sirf ek patli si frosted glass ki deewar thi, jisme se aawaaz aaram se aar-paar ho jaati thi. Aur Vikram dheere bolne wala aadmi nahi tha.

Gyarah baje pehla phone aaya. Arjun ne suna ki Vikram ne apni kursi peeche ki aur hanste hue kaha, "Haan meri jaan, pahunch gaya. Arjun bhi theek hai, tension mat le, main hoon na." Phir uski aawaaz thodi neeche gayi, par itni bhi nahi ki deewar ke us paar na pahunche. "Aur tu kya kar rahi hai? Kitchen mein? Achha, kya pehna hai abhi? Wahi aasmaani wali? Shaam tak mat badalna, main aake khud utaarunga." Arjun ki ungliyan keyboard par jam gayi aur screen par cursor der tak ek hi jagah tim-timaata raha.

Teen baje doosra phone aaya, aur is baar Vikram cabin ka darwaza band karna bhi bhool gaya tha. "Theek se chal nahi pa rahi? Toh lete raho na, kisne kaha kaam karne ko… Haan haan, mujhe pata hai kisne kiya hai," aur phir woh zor se hansa. "Paanch din, haan? Main gin raha hoon. Aaj ka din aadha gaya hai, poora nahi ginunga." Uske baad ek dheemi, gehri baat hui jo Arjun ko sunaayi nahi di, aur us baat ke baad Vikram ki ek lambi, santusht hansi aayi jo poore floor par phail gayi.

Arjun ne headphones utha ke kaanon par laga liye. Usne koi gaana nahi chalaya. Bas lagaye rakhe, jaise unki khaamoshi deewar ke us paar ki aawaaz ko rok legi.



Uske andar do aawaazein ek doosre se lad rahi thi. Ek kehti thi ki dekh, woh aadmi tere maa ko khush rakh raha hai, din mein do do baar phone karta hai, uske kapdon ka dhyaan rakhta hai, use hansaata hai, aur Papa ne pichle bees saal mein shaayad ek baar bhi maa ko aise phone nahi kiya hoga. Shaayad yeh achha hai. Shaayad maa sach mein khush hai. Lekin doosri aawaaz turant use rok deti thi. Nahi, woh 'meri jaan' Vaishali ko nahi, Meera ko bol raha hai, aur Meera naam ki koi aurat kabhi thi hi nahi. Woh meri maa hai, aur maine khud use ek aise jhooth mein baandh diya hai jiske khulte hi sab kuch jal jaayega. Use is jhooth se nikaalna hoga. Aur yeh kaam mujhe hi karna hoga, kyunki yeh jhooth maine shuru kiya tha.

Saat baje Vikram apne cabin se bahar aaya, car ki chaabi ungli mein ghumata hua, aur Arjun ke cubicle par jhuk ke bola, "Chal Arjun, ghar chalte hain. Teri bhabhi ne aaj zaroor kuch special banaya hoga."

Arjun dheere se khada hua. "Bhaiya, woh… aaj main aapke saath nahi chal paunga. Doston ko bataya tha ki naukri lag gayi hai, toh woh party maang rahe hain. Aaj hi milne bula liya hai."

Vikram ek pal ke liye ruka aur phir zor se hans pada. Usne Arjun ki peeth par ek zordaar thapki maari. "Arre wah, pehle hi din party! Ja ja, aish kar." Usne apna wallet nikaala aur do hazaar ke note Arjun ki shirt ki jeb mein thoons diye. "Yeh meri taraf se. Bas zyada mat peena, kal subah nau baje office hai, aur yaad rakh, yahan main tera boss hoon, rishtedaar nahi."

"Yaad hai, bhaiya," Arjun ne kaha.

Vikram lift ki taraf chala gaya aur chalte chalte hi phone milaane laga. Lift ke darwaze band hone se theek pehle Arjun ne uski aawaaz suni, "Haan meri jaan, nikal gaya hoon. Bas aadhe ghante mein…"

Arjun ne apna phone nikaala aur Papa ka number milaaya. Teen ghanti ke baad Ramesh ki thaki hui aawaaz aayi. "Haan Arjun?"

"Papa, aapne kal kaha tha na ki koi naya lawyer mila hai?"

"Haan, ek Deshpande hai, Andheri station ke paas baithta hai. Pichle wale ne toh sunte hi haath khade kar diye the. Yeh shaam ko aath baje tak milta hai. Main abhi nikal hi raha tha."

"Main bhi aa raha hoon, Papa. Address bhej do."

Phone kaatne ke baad usne Vikram ke diye hue do hazaar ke note jeb se nikaal ke dekhe, ek pal tak unhe dekhta raha, aur phir chupchaap wapas rakh diye.

Aadhe ghante baad, jab flat ka darwaza khula, toh Vikram ne andar aate hi sabse pehla kaam yeh kiya ki peeche mud ke chitkani laga di.

Meera hall mein khadi thi aur usne subah wali aasmaani saree badal li thi. Ab woh ek gehre maroon rang ki satin ki sleeveless nighty mein thi, jiske patle patle straps uske gore kandhon par tike hue the aur jo uske ghutno tak aati thi. Kamar par ek dheela sa belt bandha tha jo uske bhare hue kooldon ki golai ko aur ubhaar raha tha. Baal khule the aur ek taraf kandhe par girey hue the, honthon par halki gulabi lipstick thi, aur nighty ka gala itna gehra tha ki uske bhaari boobs ke beech ki gori ghaati saaf jhaank rahi thi. Use dekh ke koi nahi keh sakta tha ki yeh wahi aurat hai jo kuch mahine pehle tak sirf cotton ki saadi saree aur poore baazu ke blouse mein ghar ke kaam karti thi.



Vikram darwaze par hi ruk gaya aur use upar se neeche tak dekha. "Maine kaha tha na, saree mat badalna."

"Saree mein bahut dard ho raha tha," Meera ne halki si muskaan ke saath kaha aur dheere dheere uski taraf badhi, uski chaal mein ab bhi kal raat ki thodi si lachak baaki thi. "Kyun, yeh tumhe pasand nahi aaya?"

"Pasand?" Vikram ne apna office bag zameen par phenka, do kadam mein uske paas pahuncha aur use kamar se pakad ke utha liya, itna ki Meera ke panje zameen se upar uth gaye aur uske boobs Vikram ke seene se daba gaye. "Tu jaan boojh ke mujhe tadpa rahi hai na? Subah paanch din bol ke, aur ab shaam ko aise kapde pehen ke?"

Meera ne apni baahen uski gardan mein daal di aur uske honthon ko halke se choom liya. Phir usne apna maatha uske maathe se tika diya aur dheere se poocha, "Pehle yeh batao, Arjun kaisa raha aaj? Theek se kaam kiya usne? Kisi ne kuch kaha toh nahi?"

Uski aawaaz mein ek alag hi narmi thi, ek aisi fikr jo woh chhupa nahi paayi. Vikram ke liye yeh ek bua ki fikr thi apne bhatije ke liye. Par Meera ke andar, Vaishali ke andar, yeh ek maa ka dil tha jo subah se is baat par atka hua tha ki uska beta apni pehli badi naukri ke pehle din kaise kar raha hoga, kisi ne use daanta toh nahi, usne lunch kiya ya nahi.

Vikram ne use neeche utaara, par kamar nahi chhodi. "Bahut achha kaam kiya usne. Seedha-saada ladka hai, mehnati hai, sab se izzat se baat karta hai. Mere team leader ne bhi bola ki ladka jaldi seekhta hai." Usne uske gaal par ungli phiraayi. "Tu chinta mat kar, Meera. Agar aise hi kaam karta raha toh chhe mahine mein main use permanent kar dunga. Uski zindagi set kar dunga, waada hai."

Meera ki aankhen chamak uthi aur ek pal ke liye unme halki si nami tair gayi, jo usne jaldi se palkein jhapka ke chhupa li. Uske beta ka future, jiske liye usne aur Ramesh ne saalon tak paise jode the aur raaton ko jaag ke chinta ki thi, woh is aadmi ne ek line mein set kar diya tha. Usne Vikram ka chehra dono haathon mein pakda aur is baar use choomne mein koi jhijhak nahi thi.

Woh kiss pehle wali se bilkul alag thi. Meera ne apne honth khol diye aur Vikram ka nichla honth apne honthon ke beech le ke dheere dheere choosne lagi, phir apni zubaan uske honthon par phiraayi aur uske munh ke andar utaar di. Woh panjon par uthi hui thi, uski ungliyan Vikram ke baalon mein ghusi hui thi, aur woh use itni gehraai se choom rahi thi jaise apni saari khushi, saara shukriya usi ek chumban mein utaar dena chahti ho. "Mmmhh… mmm…" uske gale se halki siskiyan nikal rahi thi aur uske boobs Vikram ke seene par ragad kha rahe the.



Vikram ne use sofa ki taraf dheere dheere peeche dhakela aur dono sofa par gir gaye, Meera neeche aur Vikram uske upar. Satin uske haathon ke neeche makkhan ki tarah phisal raha tha. Usne ek haath uski nangi jaangh par rakha aur dheere dheere upar le gaya, nighty ke kinare tak, lekin Meera ne apni ungliyan uski kalaai par rakh di aur use wahin rok diya.

"Wahan nahi," usne uske honthon par phusphusaaya. "Aaj dopahar ko shuru ho gaye."

Vikram ne ek lambi saans chhodi aur apna maatha uske kandhe par tika diya, jaise kisi ne uski sabse pyaari cheez cheen li ho. Meera ko us par itna pyaar aaya ki woh khud hi hans padi. Usne uska haath uthaya aur khud apne seene par rakh diya.

Vikram ko aur kisi ishaare ki zaroorat nahi thi. Usne satin ke upar se uske bhare hue boob ko apni poori hatheli mein bhar liya aur dheere se dabaya. Nighty ke andar kuch nahi tha, aur patle kapde ke neeche uska nipple turant sakht ho ke uski hatheli mein chubhne laga. Usne doosra haath bhi lagaya aur dono boobs ko neeche se utha ke ek saath masalne laga, angoothon se nipples ko gol gol ragadte hue. Meera ki kamar sofa se upar uth gayi. "Aaahh… Vikram… dheere… in dinon bahut sensitive ho jaate hain…"

"Toh aur bhi achha," usne kaha, aur jhuk ke apne daanton se ek strap pakad ke uske kandhe se neeche khiska diya.

Maroon satin dheere se neeche phisla aur uska ek gora, bhaari boob khul ke saamne aa gaya, jiska bhoora nipple thandi hawa lagte hi aur sikud gaya. Vikram ne pehle use bas dekha, jaise pehli baar dekh raha ho, phir apne honth uspe rakh diye. Pehle halka sa choomna, phir zubaan se nipple ke chaaron taraf dheere dheere gol ghumaana, aur phir use poora munh mein le ke lamba, gehra choosna. Meera ki ungliyan uske baalon mein kas gayi, aankhen band ho gayi aur sar sofa ke handle par peeche gir gaya. "Mmmmhhhh… Vikram…"

Usne doosra strap bhi neeche kar diya aur ab Meera ke dono boobs khule the, kabhi uske haathon mein, kabhi uske munh mein. Woh ek ko choosta toh doosre ko masalta, halke se daant gadaata aur phir usi jagah zubaan ka marham lagaata. Meera ki saansein siskiyon mein toot rahi thi aur uski jaanghein ek doosri se ragad rahi thi, aur woh achhi tarah jaanti thi ki aaj is aag ka koi ilaaj nahi hai.

Phir usne Vikram ka chehra upar uthaya, uske kaan ke paas apne honth le gayi aur dheemi, kaanpti aawaaz mein kaha, "Bas yeh paanch din jaane do. Phir tumhe jo achha lage, woh kar lena."

Kehte hi uske gaal kaan tak laal ho gaye. Usne apna chehra Vikram ki gardan mein chhupa liya, jaise khud apni baat par yakeen na kar paa rahi ho ki usne yeh kaha hai.

Vikram ke poore jism mein jaise aag lag gayi. Usne Meera ka chehra zabardasti apni gardan se nikaala, use apni aankhon ke saamne kiya, aur ek pal tak uske sharmaate hue chehre ko dekhta raha. Phir usne uske nichle honth ko apne daanton mein pakad ke halke se kaat liya, itna ki Meera ke munh se ek tez "ssss… aah" nikal gayi, aur phir use itni bhookh se choomne laga ki Meera ki saans hi ruk gayi. Uska sakht lund pant ke andar se uski jaangh par dab raha tha.

"Jo achha lage?" usne uske kaate hue honth par zubaan phiraate hue poocha. "Soch le, Meera. Main bhoolne wala nahi hoon."

"Mat bhoolna," Meera ne phusphusaaya, aur sharma ke phir se aankhen band kar li.



Usi waqt, Andheri station ke paas ek purane commercial complex ki teesri manzil par, lift ka zang laga darwaza bahut der se aur bahut aawaaz ke saath khula.

Building ki deewaron par paint jagah jagah se chhil chuka tha aur corridor mein ek tube light tim-tima rahi thi. Ek darwaze par chhoti si naam plate lagi thi jisme sirf itna likha tha: "Adv. S. Deshpande – Legal Consultant". Ramesh pehle se bahar ek lohe ki bench par baitha tha, haath god mein jode hue aur kandhe jhuke hue, aur Arjun ko dekhte hi khada ho gaya.

Andar ka kamra chhota aur ghutan bhara tha. Ek purana sofa tha, table par files ke dher lage the, AC band tha aur sirf ek pankha ghoom raha tha jo har chakkar par khat-khat ki aawaaz karta tha. Lawyer chaalis ke aas paas ka aadmi tha, jiski shirt ke upar ke do button khule the, ungliyon mein sone ki moti angoothiyan thi aur munh mein paan. Usne dono ko upar se neeche dekha aur muskuraya, lekin us muskaan mein koi garmahat nahi thi.

"Baitho," usne kaha. "Batao, kya case hai."

Ramesh ne hi shuru kiya, dheemi aur ruki hui aawaaz mein. "Hamari ek behen hai. Uski shaadi ek aadmi se hui hai aur ab woh uske saath reh rahi hai. Hum chahte hain ki woh wapas aa jaaye. Agar koi tareeka ho toh bataiye."

Lawyer ne ungliyon mein pen ghumaaya. "Behen ki umar kitni hai?"

"Bayalis saal," Ramesh ne kaha.

"Aur aadmi ki?"

"Chaubees. Apna business hai, paise wala hai."

Lawyer ki bhaunhein upar uthi. Usne Arjun ki taraf dekha. "Aur tum?"

"Main inka beta hoon," Arjun ne kaha.

Lawyer kuch der chup raha. Phir aage jhuka, paan ki peek table ke neeche rakhe ek dabbe mein thooki aur seedha Ramesh ki aankhon mein dekha. "Sach bolo. Behen nahi hai na? Koi aur hai."

Ramesh ne kuch nahi kaha. Arjun ke haath uske ghutno par kaanp rahe the, aur us khaamoshi mein pankhe ki khat-khat achanak bahut tez lagne lagi.

"Dekho," lawyer ne is baar narmi se kaha, "agar mere saamne bhi jhooth bologe, toh main tumhari koi madad nahi kar sakta. Yeh seedha case nahi lag raha. Time lagega, aur jitna jhooth bologe, time aur fees dono utne hi badhenge."

Arjun ne nazar uthaayi. Uske gale mein kuch atak gaya tha aur aawaaz bahut mushkil se nikli. "Woh… meri maa hai."

Lawyer ruk gaya aur pen table par rakh diya. "Maa?"

"Haan."

"Arjun…" Ramesh ne use rokna chaha.

"Bas, Papa," Arjun ne kaanpti aawaaz mein kaha. "Ab kya chhupaana. Pichli baar bhi humne aadha sach bataya tha, isliye woh lawyer bhi bhaag gaya."

Lawyer ne dono ko der tak dekha, phir dheere se hans pada. Hansi lambi nahi thi, lekin bilkul saaf thi. "Bade kameene ho tum log. Apni biwi ko behen bana diya, aur apni maa ko ek chaubees saal ke ladke ki biwi. Woh bhi paison ke liye."

Arjun ki nazar zameen par gir gayi aur Ramesh ka chehra safed pad gaya.

"Achha," lawyer ne kursi par peeche tikte hue kaha, jaise aisi kahaniyan woh roz sunta ho. "Ab shuru se poora batao. Kuch bhi mat chhodna."

Aur Arjun ne sab bata diya. Matrimonial site ki woh profile, maa ki photos, umar 38 aur unmarried. Demand wala box, jisme usne khud apne haathon se 30 lakh cash, jewellery aur flat likha tha. Vikram ka seedha haan. Token ke paise. Vikram ke uncle ka phone aur Section 420 ki dhamki. Shaadi, pachchees lakh, aur bagal wala flat. Aur yeh bhi ki aaj tak Vikram use Meera ke naam se jaanta hai, Ramesh ki chhoti behen samajhta hai, aur aaj subah hi usne Arjun ko poore office ke saamne "meri wife ka bhatija" kehke introduce kiya tha.

Lawyer ne sab kuch dhyaan se suna, beech mein ek do baar sir hilaaya aur kuch notes likhe. Jab Arjun chup hua toh usne pen se table thokna shuru kiya aur kuch der sochta raha.

"Pichle lawyer ne kya kaha tha?" usne poocha.

"Ki agar humne case kiya, toh sabse pehle hum hi pakde jaayenge," Arjun ne dheere se kaha.

"Galat nahi kaha tha." Lawyer ne seedha uski aankhon mein dekha. "Profile tumhare email aur IP se bani hai, paisa tumhare baap ke account mein aaya hai, aur aurat pehle se shaadishuda hai. Agar tum log seedha court ya security officer ke paas gaye, toh woh ladka nahi phasega, tum teeno phasoge, aur sabse pehle tumhari maa."

Kamre mein sirf pankhe ki aawaaz reh gayi.

"Toh koi raasta hi nahi hai?" Ramesh ne toot-ti aawaaz mein poocha.

Lawyer ne paan ka ek aur tukda munh mein daala aur dheere dheere chabaate hue bola, "Raasta hai. Lekin seedha nahi, ulta. Kaagaz par woh ladka tumhari maa ka pati hai, theek? Toh kaagaz ko hi hathiyaar banana padega. Agar tumhari maa khud usse divorce maange, kisi aise kaaran se jo court mein khada ho sake, cruelty ho, ya ladke ki koi aur galti, toh case ladke par jaata hai, tumpar nahi. Aur ladka paise wala hai, chaubees saal ka hai, apna business hai. Aise case mein aurat ko achhi khaasi alimony bhi mil sakti hai. Maintenance. Ek mushth paisa."



Ramesh ne chaunk ke uski taraf dekha. Arjun ki bhi saans ek pal ke liye ruk gayi.

"Matlab maa wapas bhi aa sakti hai, aur…" Arjun ne vaakya adhoora chhod diya.

"Aur paise ke saath," lawyer ne uski baat poori ki, aur pehli baar uski muskaan mein thodi si chamak aayi. "Lekin abhi itna khush mat ho. Yeh bahut naazuk khel hai. Ladke ke paas tumhare khilaaf poori file hai, uske uncle ne pehle hi 420 ki dhamki de rakhi hai, aur ek galat kadam pe sab ulta pad sakta hai. Mujhe sochna padega ki yeh kaise karna hai, kis kaaran se, kis waqt, aur kaise ki ladka ya uska uncle kabhi palat ke tumhari taraf na dekhe."

Usne file band ki aur ek parchi par kuch likh ke Ramesh ki taraf badhaayi. "Aaj ki consultation fees. Aur agle hafte aana. Tab tak main kuch raasta nikaalta hoon."

Ramesh ne chupchaap jeb se paise nikaal ke table par rakh diye.

"Aur ek baat," lawyer ne unke uthte hi kaha. "Us ladke ko abhi kuch mat batana. Aur apni maa ko bhi nahi. Jab tak main na kahoon, woh aurat kuch na jaane. Aurat ka dil kab kis taraf jhuk jaaye, koi nahi jaanta, aur agar usne us ladke ko ek shabd bhi bata diya, toh sab khatam."

Dono uth khade hue. Lawyer ne unhe darwaze tak chhodne ki zehmat nahi uthaayi, woh paan ka naya beeda kholte hue phone par kisi ka number milaane laga.

Bahar corridor mein tube light ab bhi tim-tima rahi thi. Lift ka intezaar karte hue Ramesh ne dheemi aawaaz mein kaha, "Divorce aur alimony… Arjun, kya sach mein aisa ho sakta hai?"

Arjun ne jawab nahi diya. Uska haath jeb mein gaya aur ungliyon se Vikram ke diye hue do hazaar ke note takraaye. Jis aadmi ne aaj subah uske kandhe par haath rakh ke use apna bhatija bataya tha, lunch par uska future set karne ka waada kiya tha, aur shaam ko hanste hue party ke paise diye the, usi aadmi ke khilaaf ab woh kaagaz taiyaar karwaane ki soch raha tha, taaki uski maa us aadmi ke paise le ke wapas aa sake. Lawyer ki woh chhoti si, saaf hansi abhi bhi uske kaanon mein goonj rahi thi. Bade kameene ho tum log.

Lift aayi. Dono andar ghuse, darwaza band hua, aur neeche utarte waqt kisi ne ek shabd bhi nahi kaha.

Ghar pahunchte pahunchte das baj chuke the. Building ke gate par Vikram ki kaali SUV khadi thi. Arjun ne upar nazar uthaayi. Apne flat ki khidki mein Priya ke TV ki neeli roshni jal rahi thi, aur bagal wali khidki mein, parde ke peeche, ek halki si peeli roshni thi jisme kabhi kabhi kisi ki hansi ki parchhaai si hilti thi. Phir kisi ne andar se woh light bhi bujha di.

Arjun der tak gate par khada raha, phir Ramesh ke peeche peeche seedhiyan chadhne laga. Usne socha ki agle hafte tak sab theek ho jaayega, lawyer koi raasta nikaal lega, aur maa ghar wapas aa jaayegi. Lekin seedhiyan chadhte hue, aur bagal wale darwaze ke saamne se guzarte hue, use subah ka maa ka laal chehra yaad aaya, aur woh "kuch nahi" jo usne kaha tha, jisme jhooth toh tha, par dar bilkul nahi tha.

(Jaari…)

[Erotica erotica]

Horniest and irony part is that she will not come back. Both have become hot couple and with that amount sex and chudai, she is not coming back at any cost. Vikram should fuck and breed her in different location , places while vaishali maintain her clear image infront of her beta arjun and ex husband by giving crap reason.

I loved that comment section idea , where she is having chudai and simultaneously talking with her son in happy face without giving any clue. You can think of very close encounter , I mean very close to arjun and ramesh without any clue to them at all



Close encounter is very hot bhai with family member nearby  having no clue about their sex life












Waiting for next update

[Shiva reddy]

No words to say , just update next part pls

[Rinkp219]

Wow......
Bahut hii khubsurat update tha.....

Dekhte hai vaishali vikram ko divorce dekhar chodkar jana chahate yaa nahi.....
Waiting more....

Bhai aap shaandar likh rahe ho....

[Shiva reddy]

Nope,Amma is not returning back anymore. Update fast

[Joker44]

Agli subah Meera ki aankh saat baje khuli aur pehli cheez jo usne mehsoos ki woh Vikram ka bhaari haath tha, jo neend mein bhi uski kamar par aise pada tha jaise use kahin jaane hi na dena ho. Nashte par Vikram ne hanste hue shikaayat ki thi ki office ki canteen ka khaana kha kha ke uska pet kharaab ho gaya hai, aur usi pal Meera ne chupke se tay kar liya tha ki aaj woh uske liye apne haathon se lunch banayegi aur khud le ke jaayegi. Shaadi ko itne din ho gaye the, lekin usne aaj tak Vikram ka office dekha tak nahi tha, aur aaj pehli baar woh us duniya mein qadam rakhne wali thi jahan uska pati raja tha.

Usne Vikram ki pasand ka bhindi masala aur dal makhani banaayi aur teen dabbon wala tiffin saja ke rakha. Saadhe baarah baje woh aaine ke saamne khadi thi, haath mein woh saree jo Vikram ne pichle hafte Bandra ki ek boutique se khud chun ke li thi aur jise usne ab tak pehna nahi tha. Halke gulaabi rang ki itni patli shiffon ki roshni mein aar-paar dikhti thi, aur saath ka blouse sleeveless tha, peeche se gehra kata hua aur sirf ek patli dori se bandha, aage se itna tight ki uske bhaari boobs ki golai saaf ubhar rahi thi. Usne saree naabhi se do ungli neeche baandhi, pallu ko patla kar ke kandhe par pin kiya taaki gori kamar khuli rahe, baal khule chhode, honthon par gehri gulaabi lipstick lagaayi aur gale mein Vikram ka patla mangalsutra pehna. Vaishali aisi saree pehen ke kabhi sabzi lene bhi nahi jaati thi, lekin Meera ko ab sharm nahi aati thi; fikr bas itni thi ki Vikram ke office ke log use dekh ke kya sochenge.

Taxi jab Andheri–Bandra ke us business hub mein ek oonchi, poori tarah sheeshe se dhaki building ke saamne ruki, toh Meera kuch pal tak bas upar dekhti rahi. Toh yahan baithta hai mera pati, usne socha, aur seene mein ek ajeeb sa garv aur ghabraahat ek saath utha.

Jab lift khuli aur usne glass ka bada sa darwaza dhakel ke andar qadam rakha, toh ek pal ke liye uske qadam ruk gaye. Saamne ek khula, ujla floor tha, qataar mein lage cubicles aur deewar par bade aksharon mein Vikram ki company ka logo. Yeh sab uska tha. Reception wali ladki ne nazar uthaayi, ek pal ko hairaan hui, aur phir jaldi se khadi ho gayi. "Ji ma'am, kisse milna hai?"



"Vikram se," Meera ne kaha, aur phir aawaaz ko thoda sambhaal ke joda, "main unki wife hoon. Pehli baar aayi hoon, unhe bataaya nahi hai."

Ladki ki aankhen phail gayi aur uski muskaan achanak bahut chaudi ho gayi. "Oh my God, ma'am, aap! Sir ne bataaya tha ki shaadi hui hai, par humne kabhi dekha nahi tha. Please, aaiye, sir apne cabin mein hain." Jaise jaise Meera floor ke beech se guzri, keyboard ki aawaazein ek ek kar ke dheemi padti gayi. Do ladkiyan aapas mein phusphusa ke muskuraayi, "yahi hain boss ki wife", aur pantry ke paas khade peon ne jaldi se sir jhuka ke "Namaste bhabhi ji" kaha. Meera ke gaal halke garam ho gaye, lekin usne kandhe seedhe rakhe, sab ko ek narm, aatmavishwaas bhari muskaan di aur tiffin ka bag jhulaate hue chalti rahi.

Arjun apne cubicle mein ek Excel sheet par jhuka tha jab usne woh achanak ki khaamoshi mehsoos ki aur sir uthaya. Ek pal ke liye use samajh hi nahi aaya ki woh kise dekh raha hai. Gulaabi shiffon, khule baal, nangi gori baahen, aur woh chehra jise usne zindagi bhar subah ki chai ke saath dekha tha, yahan uske office mein. Uske gale mein kuch atak gaya. Meera bhi use dekh ke ek pal ko ruki, jaise use bhi abhi yaad aaya ho ki uska beta isi floor par baithta hai, aur phir halke se boli, "Lunch kiya tumne?"

Arjun itni jaldi khada hua ki uski kursi peeche deewar se takra gayi. "Haan… nahi… abhi karunga, bhabhi." Meera ka haath ek maa ki purani aadat se uske baalon ki taraf uthne ko hua, lekin usne use roka, sir hilaaya aur reception wali ladki ke peeche aage badh gayi. Arjun der tak screen ghoorta raha. Yeh sab usne kiya tha. Uski maa aaj pehli baar is office mein aayi thi aur sab ke liye "bhabhi ji" thi, aur woh khud is jhooth ka sabse chhota aur sabse bada gawaah tha.



Vikram ka cabin floor ke kone mein tha, frosted glass ki deewaron wala, jinke andar ki parchhaiyan bahar se dhundhli dikhti thi. Ladki ne darwaza khatkhataaya, andar jhaank ke kaha, "Sir, aapse koi milne aaya hai," aur muskuraate hue ek taraf hat gayi. Vikram phone par tha, lekin Meera ko darwaze mein dekhte hi uska vaakya beech mein toot gaya, aur usne "baad mein call karta hoon" keh ke phone rakh diya.

"Thank you, Neha," usne reception wali ladki se kaha, aur jaise hi woh gayi, woh kursi se utha, Meera ke peeche jaa ke darwaze ko lock kiya aur deewar ke button se blinds bhi neeche kar diye. "Tu yahan? Bina bataaye?"

"Surprise," Meera ne tiffin dikhaate hue kaha. "Tumne subah kaha tha na ki canteen ka khaana bekaar hai. Aaj tumhari biwi ne apne haathon se banaya hai." Phir usne cabin mein nazar ghumaayi, aur uski aawaaz mein ek bachchon jaisi hairaani aa gayi. "Itna bada hai tumhara cabin? Mujhe toh laga tha chhota sa office hoga."

Cabin sach mein bada tha: kaale chamde ka sofa, beech mein ek bhaari, chaudi lakdi ki mez jiska neeche ka hissa saamne se poora band tha, aur kone mein ek chhota sa darwaza. Meera ne us darwaze ki taraf ishaara kiya. "Woh kya hai?"

"Mera private washroom," Vikram ne garv se kaha, uske paas aate hue. "Aur yeh mez, yeh kursi, yeh poora floor, sab mera. Aur aaj pehli baar meri malkin yahan aayi hai."

Meera ne mez ke kone par tiffin khola, aur Vikram ne kursi par baith ke use kamar se pakad ke apni god mein kheench liya. Usne roti ka ek tukda toda, dal mein duboya aur uske munh tak le gayi. Vikram ne nivaale ke saath uski ungliyan bhi honthon mein daba li aur dheere se choos li, poore waqt uski aankhon mein dekhte hue. Meera ke badan mein ek sihran daud gayi. "Khaana khaao, ungliyan nahi."

"Dono hi swaad hain," Vikram ne kaha, aur ek nivaala use khilaaya, aur phir apna angootha uske nichle honth par rakh ke dheere se phiraaya, lipstick ko thoda sa phaila diya. Vikram uski nangi kamar par hatheli ghumaata raha, aur Meera ko mehsoos hota raha ki uski jaangh ke neeche uska lund dheere dheere sakht hota jaa raha hai.



Phir Vikram ne tiffin ka dhakkan band kar ke door khiska diya aur uska chehra apne haathon mein le ke choom liya. Shuru mein woh kiss dheemi thi, ghee aur dal ke swaad wali, lekin pal bhar mein gehri ho gayi. Usne uska nichla honth apne honthon mein le ke choosa aur phir apni zubaan uske munh mein utaar di. Meera ne kuch der uska saath diya, uski zubaan ko apni zubaan se chhuaa, aur phir uske seene par haath rakh ke use halka sa peeche dhakela.

"Vikram… koi aa jaayega," usne phusphusaaya, uski saansein pehle hi tez ho chuki thi. "Mat karo na… yeh tumhara office hai… ruko na."

"Darwaza lock hai," Vikram ne uski gardan par honth rakhte hue kaha, aur wahan se kaan tak dheere dheere choomte hue upar gaya. "Aur blinds neeche hain. Kisi ki himmat nahi hai bina pooche andar aane ki."

Uska ek haath pallu ke andar ghus gaya aur blouse ke upar se uske bhaari boob ko apni hatheli mein bhar ke dabaaya. Meera ki kamar uski god mein mud gayi aur uske munh se ek dabi hui "aah" nikal gayi, lekin usne uski kalaai pakad li. "Vikram, sach mein… ruko… pehli baar aayi hoon yahan, sab bahar baithe hain, kya sochenge…"

"Sochne de," usne kaha, aur uska pallu kandhe se khol ke neeche gira diya. Gulaabi shiffon uski god mein dher ho gaya aur ab tight blouse mein kase uske boobs uske saamne the, unke beech mangalsutra chamak raha tha. Vikram ne apna chehra us ghaati mein ghusa diya aur naram, khushboodaar chamdi ko choomne laga, kabhi zubaan se chaatta, kabhi halke daanton se kaatta. Meera ki ungliyan uske baalon mein ghus gayi, aadhi use rokne ke liye, aadhi paas kheenchne ke liye.



"Vikram… suno na," usne haanfte hue kaha, aur is baar uski aawaaz mein sachchi minnat thi. "Mere periods chal rahe hain… tum jaante ho… ruk jao na, please."

Vikram ruka. Usne apna chehra uthaya aur uski aankhon mein dekha, aur uski apni aankhon mein aisi bhookh thi jo Meera ne pehle kabhi itni nangi nahi dekhi thi. Usne uske maathe se apna maatha tika ke kharaash bhari aawaaz mein kaha, "Theek hai. Neeche kuch nahi karunga, waada. Lekin Meera, main pagal ho raha hoon. Mujhe tere in khoobsurat honthon ka, tere is munh ka maza lene de." Usne apna angootha uske soojhte honthon par phiraaya. "Bas itna. Agar tu na bole, toh main ruk jaunga."

Meera ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur uske honthon par ek dheemi, jaankaar muskaan phail gayi, woh muskaan jo sirf ek biwi ke chehre par aati hai jo apne pati ki har kamzori ko achhi tarah jaanti ho. "Office mein bhi tumhe yahi chahiye? Ghar pe roz raat kam padta hai kya?" usne kaha, aur uske seene par halka sa mukka maara. "Besharam. Bahar tumhare saare log baithe hain, aur main pehli baar aayi hoon."

"Toh main chupchaap dal roti khaunga aur shaam tak tadpunga," Vikram ne kaha, aur sach mein apne haath uski kamar se hata ke kursi ke hatthon par rakh diye.

[Joker44]

Us ek ishaare ne Meera ke andar kuch pighla diya. Jo aadmi bahar poore floor ka maalik tha, woh yahan uski ek haan ka intezaar kar raha tha, aur Meera ke andar woh jaani pehchaani garmi uthi jo har baar uthti thi jab woh use is tarah tadapta dekhti thi. Usne uske kaan ke paas jhuk ke apne honthon se uski lau ko chhuaa aur phusphusaaya, "Haath wahin rakhna. Aaj sab main karungi, tum bas baithe raho aur aawaaz mat nikaalna, warna sach mein koi aa jaayega."

Vikram ki saans jaise ek pal ko ruk gayi.

Meera ne uske honth choome, gehra aur lamba, apni zubaan uske munh mein utaar ke, aur phir khud apne blouse ke aage ke hooks ek ek kar ke khole. Jaise hi aakhri hook khula, uske dono gore, bhaari boobs bahar jhool gaye, nipples pehle se sakht aur bhoore. Usne Vikram ka haath kursi ke hatthe se uthaya aur khud apne seene par rakh diya. "Bas yeh ek chhoot hai," usne muskura ke kaha, "inhe pyaar kar sakte ho."

Vikram ne ek ko munh mein le liya aur gehra, lamba choosne laga, aur doosre ko ungliyon mein le ke masalne laga, nipple ko angoothe aur ungli ke beech ghumaate hue. Meera ka sar peeche gir gaya. "Mmmhh… dheere… in dinon bahut sensitive hote hain…" Usne kuch der use apne seene se lagaaye rakha, phir uske baal pakad ke uska chehra peeche kiya aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue dheere se uski god se utar gayi.

Woh uske saamne ghutno ke bal baith gayi, mez aur kursi ke beech, uska khula blouse dono taraf latka hua aur nange boobs har saans ke saath upar neeche hote hue. Usne Vikram ki belt khud kholi, bina jaldi kiye, ek ek cheez aise jaise koi tohfa khol rahi ho, aur poore waqt uski aankhon se nazar nahi hataayi. Button khula, zip dheere dheere neeche aayi, aur jab usne underwear neeche kheencha toh uska lund jhatke se bahar aa ke uske chehre ke saamne khada ho gaya, lamba, mota, nason se bhara, garam, aur sire par ek chamakti boond. Meera ne use apni hatheli mein liya aur do teen baar dheere se upar neeche sehlaaya, jaise kisi purane dost ka haal pooch rahi ho. "Dekho toh," usne sharaarat se kaha, "subah se mera intezaar kar raha tha na? Isiliye phone par itne pyaar se baat kar rahe the kal."

"Meera…" Vikram ki aawaaz bhaari ho gayi.

"Shhh," usne kaha, "aawaaz nahi."

Usne pehle use munh mein nahi liya. Woh jaanti thi ki Vikram ko intezaar karwaana use sabse zyada paagal karta hai. Usne apne gulaabi honth uske sire par rakhe aur sirf halka sa chooma, phir uski poori lambaai par neeche ki taraf chhote chhote, geele chumban diye, jad tak, aur wahan se apni naak uske tatton par halke se ragdi. Phir usne apni zubaan nikaali aur jad se sire tak ek lambi, dheemi lakeer kheenchi, ruk ruk ke, aur sire par pahunch ke us chamakti boond ko zubaan ki nok se utha liya aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue apne honth chaate. Vikram ke gale se ek dabi hui "aaahh" nikli aur kursi ke hatthe uski mutthiyon mein charcharaaye.

"Wahan," usne apni zubaan ki nok sire ke theek neeche us naram jagah par rakhi jahan woh jaanti thi ki uska sabse kamzor hissa hai, "yahi pasand hai na tumhe?" Aur usne wahan zubaan ko chhote chhote gol chakkaron mein ghumaaya, kabhi tez, kabhi itna dheere ki Vikram ki jaanghen kaanp jaati. Vikram ka sar peeche gir gaya aur usne daant bheench liye.

Phir usne sire ko apne honthon mein liya, sirf sire ko, aur halke se choosa, jaise koi toffee choos rahi ho, uske gaal andar ki taraf dabe hue. Uski lipstick uske lund par gulaabi chhalla chhod gayi. Usne honth kas ke dheere dheere neeche sarkaaye, aadha andar, aur wahan ruk ke apni zubaan neeche ki moti nas par dabaa ke ragdi, aur phir utni hi dheemi raftaar se wapas upar aayi, aur ek geeli "pop" ki aawaaz ke saath munh se nikaal diya. "Abhi toh shuru bhi nahi kiya," usne muskura ke kaha, "aur tumhari haalat dekho."

Usne apna haath jad par kasa aur is baar rhythm pakda. Uska sar ek dheemi, gehri lay mein aage peeche hone laga, har baar thoda aur andar, aur uska haath uske honthon ke peeche peeche ghoomta raha, upar aate waqt halka sa marodta hua. Uske munh mein laar bhar aayi aur woh use rokne ki koshish bhi nahi kar rahi thi; ek chamakti dhaar uski thodi se tapak ke uske nange boob par giri aur mangalsutra ke paas se beh gayi. Beech beech mein woh munh se nikaal ke use apne gaalon par, apne honthon par ragadti, phir apne dono boobs ke beech rakh ke unhe dabaati aur do teen baar upar neeche ragadti, aur har baar jab sira upar aata, use apni zubaan se chaat leti. Vikram ne apna vaada bhool ke uska ek boob pakad liya aur zor se masla, aur Meera ki dabi hui "mmmhh" uske lund par kaanp gayi.

"Haath," usne jhoothi naraazgi se kaha aur uski kalaai ko wapas kursi ke hatthe par rakh diya. "Bola tha na."

"Tu jaan legi meri," Vikram ne haanfte hue kaha.

"Jaan nahi," usne kaha, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue sire par ek aakhri lambi chaat dete hue, "sirf thoda sa sabr," aur phir use poora apne munh mein utaar liya, itna gehra ki uski naak uske pet se chhoo gayi, aur wahin ruki rahi.

Tabhi darwaze par khatkhat hui.

Meera ne usi pal munh hataaya aur ek hi jhatke mein mez ke neeche ke andhere, band hisse mein poori tarah sarak gayi, peeche ki lakdi se peeth chipka ke, ghutne seene se laga ke, nazar se bilkul bahar. Vikram ne kursi ko jhatke se mez ke andar kheencha aur seedha ho ke baith gaya. Bahar se Arjun ki aawaaz aayi, "Sir? Woh vendor wali file ready hai, aapne lunch se pehle maangi thi."



Vikram ne mez ke kinaare lage remote button se darwaze ka lock khola aur bola, "Aa jao," aawaaz bilkul waisi jaisi har roz kisi meeting mein hoti thi.

Mez ke neeche Meera ne apna munh dono haathon se dabaa liya. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek baat chal rahi thi, ki ek kangan bhi khanak gaya toh sab khatam.

Arjun andar aaya aur file aage badhaayi. Phir cabin mein nazar ghumaayi. "Bhaiya… bhabhi abhi andar thi na? Kahan gayi?"

Vikram ne file kholi aur panne palatte hue, bina nazar uthaaye, kaha, "Washroom mein hai. Mera private wala. Khaana khaate hi thoda ajeeb lag raha tha use, keh rahi thi ji ghabra raha hai."

Arjun ne kone ke band darwaze ki taraf dekha aur dheere se sir hilaaya. "Achha. Isme teen jagah aapke sign chahiye, maine flag laga diye hain."

"Dekh leta hoon. Tu ja, lunch kar le."

"Ji, sir."

Arjun bahar chala gaya. Darwaza band hua, aur Vikram ne button daba ke phir se lock laga diya, jiski halki si "klik" cabin mein goonji.

Mez ke neeche Meera ne pehli baar saans chhodi, ek lambi, kaanpti saans, aur uske poore jism mein bijli ki tarah ek lehar daud gayi. Dar, rahat, aur bach nikalne ka woh tez nasha, sab ek saath. Vikram ne ek pal ke liye bhi apni aawaaz nahi kaanpne di thi; is aadmi ne use bacha liya tha.

Vikram ne kursi peeche khiskaayi aur mez ke neeche jhuk ke dekha. Meera wahan dubki baithi thi, aankhen badi badi, kaajal phaila hua, gaal laal, aur khula blouse seene par dabaaya hua. Usne uski thodi pakdi. "Dar gayi thi?"

Meera ne sir hilaaya aur phir achanak hans padi, ek dabi hui, kaanpti hansi, aur haathon se munh dhak liya. "Paagal ho tum. Maine kaha tha na koi aa jaayega. Mera dil abhi bhi bahar aa raha hai."

"Main tha na," Vikram ne kaha. "Ab bol, ruk jaun?"

Meera ne uski aankhon mein dekha, aur jawab mein mez ke neeche se sarak ke bahar aayi, uske ghutno ke beech baith gayi aur uski jaanghon par apne dono haath rakh diye. "Ab haath kursi par rakhne ki zaroorat nahi," usne dheemi, garam aawaaz mein kaha. "Jo karna hai karo."

Vikram ne uske baal mutthi mein lapete aur use apni taraf kheencha, aur Meera ne bina ek pal ruke use seedha munh mein le liya. Ab koi khel nahi tha, koi chhedna nahi, koi dheemi lay nahi. Uski nason mein jo adrenaline daud raha tha, pakde jaane ke dar se bach nikalne ka jo nasha tha, aur Vikram ki woh bekhauf aawaaz jo use ab bhi kaanon mein sunaayi de rahi thi, woh sab ek bhookh ban gaya. Woh use poori shiddat se choosne lagi, honth kas ke, gaal andar dabaa ke, sar tezi se aage peeche karte hue, apni zubaan ko neeche ki moti nas par har baar ragadte hue, aur uska haath jad par ghoomta raha.

"Aaahh… Meera… haan… aise hi…" Vikram ka sar kursi ke peeche gir gaya aur uska doosra haath bhi uske baalon mein aa gaya.

Usne uska sar neeche dabaya, aur Meera ne bina roke use apne gale tak le liya. Woh jaanti thi ki use yeh kitna pasand hai. Usne saans roki, gale ko dheela kiya, aur aur neeche gayi, jab tak uske honth jad ko na chhoo gaye, aur wahin rukke apne gale se use halke se dabaaya. Uski aankhon se paani beh nikla aur kaajal gaalon par lakeer bana ke utar aaya. Phir woh dheere se peeche aayi, haanfti hui, ek moti laar ki dori uske honthon se sire tak khinchi rahi, aur usne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue phir se poora andar le liya. "Gluk… mmhh… gluk…" ki geeli, dabi aawaazein cabin mein bhar gayi, aur uski laar uske lund se beh ke jad tak aur wahan se uske nange boobs par tapak rahi thi. Doosre haath se woh uske tatte sehla rahi thi, halke se dabaati hui, jaisa woh jaanti thi ki use achha lagta hai.

Vikram ne neeche dekha. Uski biwi, pehli baar uske office mein, gulaabi shiffon aadhi khuli, blouse dono taraf latka hua, bhaari boobs har jhatke ke saath hilte hue, mangalsutra unke beech jhoolta hua, kaajal bikhra hua, aur uske gulaabi honth uske lund par kase hue, upar se uski aankhon mein dekhti hui. Usne neeche haath le ja ke uska ek boob zor se dabaya aur nipple ko ungliyon mein masla, aur Meera ki siskari uske lund par kaanp gayi.

"Tujhe pata hai tu kya hai?" usne haanfte hue kaha. "Tu sirf meri hai. Yeh honth, yeh munh, yeh boobs, sab mere. Bol."

Meera ne lund munh se nikaala, use apne gaal se lagaaya aur haath se tez tez sehlaate hue haanfte hue kaha, "Tumhari hoon. Sirf tumhari. Aur tum mere ho, yeh bhi yaad rakhna." Phir usne sire ko apne honthon mein liya, zubaan se tez tez ghumaaya, aur phir dobara poora andar le liya, pehle se bhi zyada bhookh se.

Vikram ki saansein toot rahi thi. Usne uske baal dono haathon mein pakde aur uska sar khud aage peeche karne laga, pehle dheere, phir tez, aur Meera ne khud ko poori tarah uske haathon mein chhod diya, honth kas ke, zubaan dabaa ke, har dhakke ko gale tak lete hue, apne haath uski jaanghon par gaadhe hue. Cabin mein sirf geeli aawaazein aur Vikram ki bhaari saansein thi, aur frosted glass ke us paar office ki dhundhli chahal pahal, jo kabhi bhi phir se darwaza khatkhata sakti thi, aur us khatre ke khayaal ne Meera ke poore jism mein ek aur garam lehar daud di. Usne apni raftaar aur badha di.

"Meera… main… aa raha hoon…" Vikram ne dabi aawaaz mein kaha. "Munh mat hataana."

Meera ne nahi hataaya. Usne honth aur kas liye, sire ko apni zubaan par tikaaya aur haath se jad ko tez tez sehlaati rahi, uski aankhon mein dekhti hui, aur agle hi pal Vikram ka poora jism akad gaya, uske gale se ek lambi, ghuti hui gurraahat nikli, aur uska lund uske munh mein jhatke maarne laga. Garam, gaadha, namkeen ras uski zubaan par aur gale mein bharne laga, ek ke baad ek dhaar. Meera ne aankhen band kar li aur use dheere dheere nigalti rahi, har jhatke ke saath halke se choosti hui, jaise ek ek boond nichod lena chahti ho, aur thoda sa uske honthon ke kone se nikal ke uski thodi par beh aaya. Jab aakhri jhatka bhi ruk gaya aur Vikram kaanpne laga, tab usne bahut dheere se use munh se chhoda, sire ko ek aakhri baar chooma, aur ungli se apni thodi saaf kar ke use apne honthon mein le liya, poore waqt uski aankhon mein dekhte hue.

Vikram kursi par dheela pad gaya, jaise abhi daud ke aaya ho. Usne Meera ko upar kheench ke god mein baithaya aur uske geele honthon ko choom liya. "Tu har baar pehle se zyada khatarnaak ho jaati hai," usne uske kaan mein kaha.

Meera ne muskura ke uske kandhe mein munh chhupa liya. "Aur tum har baar pehle se zyada besharam. Office mein bhi!"

"Kisko pata chalega, paagal," Vikram hansa aur uske nange boob ko pyaar se ek baar aur dabaaya. "Aur ab se har hafte lunch le ke aayegi."

Washroom mein jaa ke Meera ne aaine mein dekha toh ek pal ko khud ko pehchaan nahi paayi. Lipstick phail gayi thi, kaajal dhundhla tha aur baal ulajh ke ek taraf chipak gaye the. Usne munh dhoya, kulla kiya, blouse aur pallu theek kiye. Lipstick dobara lagaayi, lekin honth ab bhi soojhe the aur gaal ab bhi laal.

Bahar aayi toh Vikram file par sign kar raha tha jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Usne use upar se neeche dekha aur muskuraya. "Ab ghar ja aur aaraam kar. Shaam ko jaldi aaunga."

Meera ne tiffin samet ke bag mein rakha, uske gaal par ek chhota chumban diya aur bahar aayi. Use laga ki sab ki nazrein uske soojhe honthon aur ulajhe baalon par tiki hain. Usne sir seedha rakha aur chalti rahi.

Arjun ke cubicle ke paas pahunchte hi Arjun khada ho gaya. "Aap theek ho?" usne dheere se poocha. "Bhaiya bol rahe the aapka ji ghabra raha tha."

Meera ka dil ek pal ko ruka, aur phir ek gehri, bhaari sharm uske seene mein utar aayi, ek maa ki sharm jo apne bete ki aankhon mein fikr dekh rahi thi aur jaanti thi ki uske jawab mein sirf jhooth hai. Usne chehre par ek thaki hui muskaan laayi. "Haan, thodi tabiyat kharab thi. Vomiting vagera ho gayi thi, toh fresh hone gayi thi. Ab theek hoon."

Phir, bina soche, usne woh kiya jo woh bachpan se karti aayi thi. Usne apna haath uthaya aur Arjun ke sir par rakh diya, uske baal halke se sehlaaye jaise use college bhejte waqt karti thi. "Achhe se kaam karna," usne narmi se kaha. "Tumhara future sudhar jayega."



Arjun ek pal ko wahin jam gaya. Kitne mahino baad usne apne sir par woh haath mehsoos kiya tha. Uske andar ek chhoti si, bachchon jaisi khushi uthi, ki maa ne usse kuch achha kaha, ki maa ko ab bhi uski fikr hai, aur usi khushi ke saath ek tees bhi uthi, kyunki yeh haath ab "bhabhi" ka haath tha, aur aas paas ke cubicle wale ise ek bua ka pyaar samajh ke muskura rahe the. "Ji… thank you," usne bas itna kaha, aur Meera haath hata ke aage badh gayi.

Lift ke band darwaze ke peeche, akeli, Meera ne deewar se peeth tika di aur aankhen band kar li. Arjun ki woh fikr bhari aankhen ek pal ko uske dimaag mein aayi aur kaanta sa chubha gayi, aur usne us khayaal ko zor se jhatak diya, kyunki uske paas us dard ka koi jawab nahi tha. Phir uske dimaag mein sirf Vikram tha. Uski shaant aawaaz, "Main tha na," uske haath jo kursi ke hatthon par ruk ke uski haan ka intezaar kar rahe the, aur woh gurraahat. Uske honthon par ab bhi uska swaad tha. Uski jaanghon ke beech ek geeli, dhadakti garmi thi jo period ke dard se bilkul alag thi, aur usne jaanghein aapas mein daba li. Usne ungliyon se apne soojhe honth chhuye aur akeli hi muskura di. Abhi teen din aur baaki the, aur Vikram bhoolne wala nahi tha, aur pehli baar Meera ko yeh baat dar nahi, intezaar jaisi lagi.


Agli subah Meera ki aankh saat baje khuli aur pehli cheez jo usne mehsoos ki woh Vikram ka bhaari haath tha, jo neend mein bhi uski kamar par aise pada tha jaise use kahin jaane hi na dena ho. Nashte par Vikram ne hanste hue shikaayat ki thi ki office ki canteen ka khaana kha kha ke uska pet kharaab ho gaya hai, aur usi pal Meera ne chupke se tay kar liya tha ki aaj woh uske liye apne haathon se lunch banayegi aur khud le ke jaayegi. Shaadi ko itne din ho gaye the, lekin usne aaj tak Vikram ka office dekha tak nahi tha, aur aaj pehli baar woh us duniya mein qadam rakhne wali thi jahan uska pati raja tha.

Usne Vikram ki pasand ka bhindi masala aur dal makhani banaayi aur teen dabbon wala tiffin saja ke rakha. Saadhe baarah baje woh aaine ke saamne khadi thi, haath mein woh saree jo Vikram ne pichle hafte Bandra ki ek boutique se khud chun ke li thi aur jise usne ab tak pehna nahi tha. Halke gulaabi rang ki itni patli shiffon ki roshni mein aar-paar dikhti thi, aur saath ka blouse sleeveless tha, peeche se gehra kata hua aur sirf ek patli dori se bandha, aage se itna tight ki uske bhaari boobs ki golai saaf ubhar rahi thi. Usne saree naabhi se do ungli neeche baandhi, pallu ko patla kar ke kandhe par pin kiya taaki gori kamar khuli rahe, baal khule chhode, honthon par gehri gulaabi lipstick lagaayi aur gale mein Vikram ka patla mangalsutra pehna. Vaishali aisi saree pehen ke kabhi sabzi lene bhi nahi jaati thi, lekin Meera ko ab sharm nahi aati thi; fikr bas itni thi ki Vikram ke office ke log use dekh ke kya sochenge.

Taxi jab Andheri–Bandra ke us business hub mein ek oonchi, poori tarah sheeshe se dhaki building ke saamne ruki, toh Meera kuch pal tak bas upar dekhti rahi. Toh yahan baithta hai mera pati, usne socha, aur seene mein ek ajeeb sa garv aur ghabraahat ek saath utha.

Jab lift khuli aur usne glass ka bada sa darwaza dhakel ke andar qadam rakha, toh ek pal ke liye uske qadam ruk gaye. Saamne ek khula, ujla floor tha, qataar mein lage cubicles aur deewar par bade aksharon mein Vikram ki company ka logo. Yeh sab uska tha. Reception wali ladki ne nazar uthaayi, ek pal ko hairaan hui, aur phir jaldi se khadi ho gayi. "Ji ma'am, kisse milna hai?"

"Vikram se," Meera ne kaha, aur phir aawaaz ko thoda sambhaal ke joda, "main unki wife hoon. Pehli baar aayi hoon, unhe bataaya nahi hai."

Ladki ki aankhen phail gayi aur uski muskaan achanak bahut chaudi ho gayi. "Oh my God, ma'am, aap! Sir ne bataaya tha ki shaadi hui hai, par humne kabhi dekha nahi tha. Please, aaiye, sir apne cabin mein hain." Jaise jaise Meera floor ke beech se guzri, keyboard ki aawaazein ek ek kar ke dheemi padti gayi. Do ladkiyan aapas mein phusphusa ke muskuraayi, "yahi hain boss ki wife", aur pantry ke paas khade peon ne jaldi se sir jhuka ke "Namaste bhabhi ji" kaha. Meera ke gaal halke garam ho gaye, lekin usne kandhe seedhe rakhe, sab ko ek narm, aatmavishwaas bhari muskaan di aur tiffin ka bag jhulaate hue chalti rahi.

Arjun apne cubicle mein ek Excel sheet par jhuka tha jab usne woh achanak ki khaamoshi mehsoos ki aur sir uthaya. Ek pal ke liye use samajh hi nahi aaya ki woh kise dekh raha hai. Gulaabi shiffon, khule baal, nangi gori baahen, aur woh chehra jise usne zindagi bhar subah ki chai ke saath dekha tha, yahan uske office mein. Uske gale mein kuch atak gaya. Meera bhi use dekh ke ek pal ko ruki, jaise use bhi abhi yaad aaya ho ki uska beta isi floor par baithta hai, aur phir halke se boli, "Lunch kiya tumne?"

Arjun itni jaldi khada hua ki uski kursi peeche deewar se takra gayi. "Haan… nahi… abhi karunga, bhabhi." Meera ka haath ek maa ki purani aadat se uske baalon ki taraf uthne ko hua, lekin usne use roka, sir hilaaya aur reception wali ladki ke peeche aage badh gayi. Arjun der tak screen ghoorta raha. Yeh sab usne kiya tha. Uski maa aaj pehli baar is office mein aayi thi aur sab ke liye "bhabhi ji" thi, aur woh khud is jhooth ka sabse chhota aur sabse bada gawaah tha.

Vikram ka cabin floor ke kone mein tha, frosted glass ki deewaron wala, jinke andar ki parchhaiyan bahar se dhundhli dikhti thi. Ladki ne darwaza khatkhataaya, andar jhaank ke kaha, "Sir, aapse koi milne aaya hai," aur muskuraate hue ek taraf hat gayi. Vikram phone par tha, lekin Meera ko darwaze mein dekhte hi uska vaakya beech mein toot gaya, aur usne "baad mein call karta hoon" keh ke phone rakh diya.

"Thank you, Neha," usne reception wali ladki se kaha, aur jaise hi woh gayi, woh kursi se utha, Meera ke peeche jaa ke darwaze ko lock kiya aur deewar ke button se blinds bhi neeche kar diye. "Tu yahan? Bina bataaye?"

"Surprise," Meera ne tiffin dikhaate hue kaha. "Tumne subah kaha tha na ki canteen ka khaana bekaar hai. Aaj tumhari biwi ne apne haathon se banaya hai." Phir usne cabin mein nazar ghumaayi, aur uski aawaaz mein ek bachchon jaisi hairaani aa gayi. "Itna bada hai tumhara cabin? Mujhe toh laga tha chhota sa office hoga."

Cabin sach mein bada tha: kaale chamde ka sofa, beech mein ek bhaari, chaudi lakdi ki mez jiska neeche ka hissa saamne se poora band tha, aur kone mein ek chhota sa darwaza. Meera ne us darwaze ki taraf ishaara kiya. "Woh kya hai?"

"Mera private washroom," Vikram ne garv se kaha, uske paas aate hue. "Aur yeh mez, yeh kursi, yeh poora floor, sab mera. Aur aaj pehli baar meri malkin yahan aayi hai."

Meera ne mez ke kone par tiffin khola, aur Vikram ne kursi par baith ke use kamar se pakad ke apni god mein kheench liya. Usne roti ka ek tukda toda, dal mein duboya aur uske munh tak le gayi. Vikram ne nivaale ke saath uski ungliyan bhi honthon mein daba li aur dheere se choos li, poore waqt uski aankhon mein dekhte hue. Meera ke badan mein ek sihran daud gayi. "Khaana khaao, ungliyan nahi."

"Dono hi swaad hain," Vikram ne kaha, aur ek nivaala use khilaaya, aur phir apna angootha uske nichle honth par rakh ke dheere se phiraaya, lipstick ko thoda sa phaila diya. Vikram uski nangi kamar par hatheli ghumaata raha, aur Meera ko mehsoos hota raha ki uski jaangh ke neeche uska lund dheere dheere sakht hota jaa raha hai.

Phir Vikram ne tiffin ka dhakkan band kar ke door khiska diya aur uska chehra apne haathon mein le ke choom liya. Shuru mein woh kiss dheemi thi, ghee aur dal ke swaad wali, lekin pal bhar mein gehri ho gayi. Usne uska nichla honth apne honthon mein le ke choosa aur phir apni zubaan uske munh mein utaar di. Meera ne kuch der uska saath diya, uski zubaan ko apni zubaan se chhuaa, aur phir uske seene par haath rakh ke use halka sa peeche dhakela.

"Vikram… koi aa jaayega," usne phusphusaaya, uski saansein pehle hi tez ho chuki thi. "Mat karo na… yeh tumhara office hai… ruko na."

"Darwaza lock hai," Vikram ne uski gardan par honth rakhte hue kaha, aur wahan se kaan tak dheere dheere choomte hue upar gaya. "Aur blinds neeche hain. Kisi ki himmat nahi hai bina pooche andar aane ki."

Uska ek haath pallu ke andar ghus gaya aur blouse ke upar se uske bhaari boob ko apni hatheli mein bhar ke dabaaya. Meera ki kamar uski god mein mud gayi aur uske munh se ek dabi hui "aah" nikal gayi, lekin usne uski kalaai pakad li. "Vikram, sach mein… ruko… pehli baar aayi hoon yahan, sab bahar baithe hain, kya sochenge…"

"Sochne de," usne kaha, aur uska pallu kandhe se khol ke neeche gira diya. Gulaabi shiffon uski god mein dher ho gaya aur ab tight blouse mein kase uske boobs uske saamne the, unke beech mangalsutra chamak raha tha. Vikram ne apna chehra us ghaati mein ghusa diya aur naram, khushboodaar chamdi ko choomne laga, kabhi zubaan se chaatta, kabhi halke daanton se kaatta. Meera ki ungliyan uske baalon mein ghus gayi, aadhi use rokne ke liye, aadhi paas kheenchne ke liye.

"Vikram… suno na," usne haanfte hue kaha, aur is baar uski aawaaz mein sachchi minnat thi. "Mere periods chal rahe hain… tum jaante ho… ruk jao na, please."

Vikram ruka. Usne apna chehra uthaya aur uski aankhon mein dekha, aur uski apni aankhon mein aisi bhookh thi jo Meera ne pehle kabhi itni nangi nahi dekhi thi. Usne uske maathe se apna maatha tika ke kharaash bhari aawaaz mein kaha, "Theek hai. Neeche kuch nahi karunga, waada. Lekin Meera, main pagal ho raha hoon. Mujhe tere in khoobsurat honthon ka, tere is munh ka maza lene de." Usne apna angootha uske soojhte honthon par phiraaya. "Bas itna. Agar tu na bole, toh main ruk jaunga."

Meera ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur uske honthon par ek dheemi, jaankaar muskaan phail gayi, woh muskaan jo sirf ek biwi ke chehre par aati hai jo apne pati ki har kamzori ko achhi tarah jaanti ho. "Office mein bhi tumhe yahi chahiye? Ghar pe roz raat kam padta hai kya?" usne kaha, aur uske seene par halka sa mukka maara. "Besharam. Bahar tumhare saare log baithe hain, aur main pehli baar aayi hoon."

"Toh main chupchaap dal roti khaunga aur shaam tak tadpunga," Vikram ne kaha, aur sach mein apne haath uski kamar se hata ke kursi ke hatthon par rakh diye.

Us ek ishaare ne Meera ke andar kuch pighla diya. Jo aadmi bahar poore floor ka maalik tha, woh yahan uski ek haan ka intezaar kar raha tha, aur Meera ke andar woh jaani pehchaani garmi uthi jo har baar uthti thi jab woh use is tarah tadapta dekhti thi. Usne uske kaan ke paas jhuk ke apne honthon se uski lau ko chhuaa aur phusphusaaya, "Haath wahin rakhna. Aaj sab main karungi, tum bas baithe raho aur aawaaz mat nikaalna, warna sach mein koi aa jaayega."

Vikram ki saans jaise ek pal ko ruk gayi.

Meera ne uske honth choome, gehra aur lamba, apni zubaan uske munh mein utaar ke, aur phir khud apne blouse ke aage ke hooks ek ek kar ke khole. Jaise hi aakhri hook khula, uske dono gore, bhaari boobs bahar jhool gaye, nipples pehle se sakht aur bhoore. Usne Vikram ka haath kursi ke hatthe se uthaya aur khud apne seene par rakh diya. "Bas yeh ek chhoot hai," usne muskura ke kaha, "inhe pyaar kar sakte ho."

Vikram ne ek ko munh mein le liya aur gehra, lamba choosne laga, aur doosre ko ungliyon mein le ke masalne laga, nipple ko angoothe aur ungli ke beech ghumaate hue. Meera ka sar peeche gir gaya. "Mmmhh… dheere… in dinon bahut sensitive hote hain…" Usne kuch der use apne seene se lagaaye rakha, phir uske baal pakad ke uska chehra peeche kiya aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue dheere se uski god se utar gayi.

Woh uske saamne ghutno ke bal baith gayi, mez aur kursi ke beech, uska khula blouse dono taraf latka hua aur nange boobs har saans ke saath upar neeche hote hue. Usne Vikram ki belt khud kholi, bina jaldi kiye, ek ek cheez aise jaise koi tohfa khol rahi ho, aur poore waqt uski aankhon se nazar nahi hataayi. Button khula, zip dheere dheere neeche aayi, aur jab usne underwear neeche kheencha toh uska lund jhatke se bahar aa ke uske chehre ke saamne khada ho gaya, lamba, mota, nason se bhara, garam, aur sire par ek chamakti boond. Meera ne use apni hatheli mein liya aur do teen baar dheere se upar neeche sehlaaya, jaise kisi purane dost ka haal pooch rahi ho. "Dekho toh," usne sharaarat se kaha, "subah se mera intezaar kar raha tha na? Isiliye phone par itne pyaar se baat kar rahe the kal."

"Meera…" Vikram ki aawaaz bhaari ho gayi.

"Shhh," usne kaha, "aawaaz nahi."

Usne pehle use munh mein nahi liya. Woh jaanti thi ki Vikram ko intezaar karwaana use sabse zyada paagal karta hai. Usne apne gulaabi honth uske sire par rakhe aur sirf halka sa chooma, phir uski poori lambaai par neeche ki taraf chhote chhote, geele chumban diye, jad tak, aur wahan se apni naak uske tatton par halke se ragdi. Phir usne apni zubaan nikaali aur jad se sire tak ek lambi, dheemi lakeer kheenchi, ruk ruk ke, aur sire par pahunch ke us chamakti boond ko zubaan ki nok se utha liya aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue apne honth chaate. Vikram ke gale se ek dabi hui "aaahh" nikli aur kursi ke hatthe uski mutthiyon mein charcharaaye.

"Wahan," usne apni zubaan ki nok sire ke theek neeche us naram jagah par rakhi jahan woh jaanti thi ki uska sabse kamzor hissa hai, "yahi pasand hai na tumhe?" Aur usne wahan zubaan ko chhote chhote gol chakkaron mein ghumaaya, kabhi tez, kabhi itna dheere ki Vikram ki jaanghen kaanp jaati. Vikram ka sar peeche gir gaya aur usne daant bheench liye.

Phir usne sire ko apne honthon mein liya, sirf sire ko, aur halke se choosa, jaise koi toffee choos rahi ho, uske gaal andar ki taraf dabe hue. Uski lipstick uske lund par gulaabi chhalla chhod gayi. Usne honth kas ke dheere dheere neeche sarkaaye, aadha andar, aur wahan ruk ke apni zubaan neeche ki moti nas par dabaa ke ragdi, aur phir utni hi dheemi raftaar se wapas upar aayi, aur ek geeli "pop" ki aawaaz ke saath munh se nikaal diya. "Abhi toh shuru bhi nahi kiya," usne muskura ke kaha, "aur tumhari haalat dekho."

Usne apna haath lund par kasa aur is baar rhythm pakda. Uska sar ek dheemi, gehri lay mein aage peeche hone laga, har baar thoda aur andar, aur uska haath uske honthon ke peeche peeche ghoomta raha, upar aate waqt halka sa marodta hua. Uske munh mein laar bhar aayi aur woh use rokne ki koshish bhi nahi kar rahi thi; ek chamakti dhaar uski thodi se tapak ke uske nange boob par giri aur mangalsutra ke paas se beh gayi. Beech beech mein woh munh se nikaal ke use apne gaalon par, apne honthon par ragadti, phir apne dono boobs ke beech rakh ke unhe dabaati aur do teen baar upar neeche ragadti, aur har baar jab sira upar aata, use apni zubaan se chaat leti. Vikram ne apna vaada bhool ke uska ek boob pakad liya aur zor se masla, aur Meera ki dabi hui "mmmhh" uske lund par kaanp gayi.

"Haath," usne jhoothi naraazgi se kaha aur uski kalaai ko wapas kursi ke hatthe par rakh diya. "Bola tha na."

"Tu jaan legi meri," Vikram ne haanfte hue kaha.

"Jaan nahi," usne kaha, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue sire par ek aakhri lambi chaat dete hue, "sirf thoda sa sabr," aur phir use poora apne munh mein utaar liya, itna gehra ki uski naak uske pet se chhoo gayi, aur wahin ruki rahi.

Tabhi darwaze par khatkhat hui.

Meera ne usi pal munh hataaya aur ek hi jhatke mein mez ke neeche ke andhere, band hisse mein poori tarah sarak gayi, peeche ki lakdi se peeth chipka ke, ghutne seene se laga ke, nazar se bilkul bahar. Vikram ne kursi ko jhatke se mez ke andar kheencha aur seedha ho ke baith gaya. Bahar se Arjun ki aawaaz aayi, "Sir? Woh vendor wali file ready hai, aapne lunch se pehle maangi thi."

Vikram ne mez ke kinaare lage remote button se darwaze ka lock khola aur bola, "Aa jao," aawaaz bilkul waisi jaisi har roz kisi meeting mein hoti thi.

Mez ke neeche Meera ne apna munh dono haathon se dabaa liya. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek baat chal rahi thi, ki ek kangan bhi khanak gaya toh sab khatam.

Arjun andar aaya aur file aage badhaayi. Phir cabin mein nazar ghumaayi. "Bhaiya… bhabhi abhi andar thi na? Kahan gayi?"

Vikram ne file kholi aur panne palatte hue, bina nazar uthaaye, kaha, "Washroom mein hai. Mera private wala. Khaana khaate hi thoda ajeeb lag raha tha use, keh rahi thi ji ghabra raha hai."

Arjun ne kone ke band darwaze ki taraf dekha aur dheere se sir hilaaya. "Achha. Isme teen jagah aapke sign chahiye, maine flag laga diye hain."

"Dekh leta hoon. Tu ja, lunch kar le."

"Ji, sir."

Arjun bahar chala gaya. Darwaza band hua, aur Vikram ne button daba ke phir se lock laga diya, jiski halki si "klik" cabin mein goonji.

Mez ke neeche Meera ne pehli baar saans chhodi, ek lambi, kaanpti saans, aur uske poore jism mein bijli ki tarah ek lehar daud gayi. Dar, rahat, aur bach nikalne ka woh tez nasha, sab ek saath. Vikram ne ek pal ke liye bhi apni aawaaz nahi kaanpne di thi; is aadmi ne use bacha liya tha.

Vikram ne kursi peeche khiskaayi aur mez ke neeche jhuk ke dekha. Meera wahan dubki baithi thi, aankhen badi badi, kaajal phaila hua, gaal laal, aur khula blouse seene par dabaaya hua. Usne uski thodi pakdi. "Dar gayi thi?"

Meera ne sir hilaaya aur phir achanak hans padi, ek dabi hui, kaanpti hansi, aur haathon se munh dhak liya. "Paagal ho tum. Maine kaha tha na koi aa jaayega. Mera dil abhi bhi bahar aa raha hai."

"Main tha na," Vikram ne kaha. "Ab bol, ruk jaun?"

Meera ne uski aankhon mein dekha, aur jawab mein mez ke neeche se sarak ke bahar aayi, uske ghutno ke beech baith gayi aur uski jaanghon par apne dono haath rakh diye. "Ab haath kursi par rakhne ki zaroorat nahi," usne dheemi, garam aawaaz mein kaha. "Jo karna hai karo."

Vikram ne uske baal mutthi mein lapete aur use apni taraf kheencha, aur Meera ne bina ek pal ruke use seedha lund munh mein le liya. Ab koi khel nahi tha, koi chhedna nahi, koi dheemi lay nahi. Uski nason mein jo adrenaline daud raha tha, pakde jaane ke dar se bach nikalne ka jo nasha tha, aur Vikram ki woh bekhauf aawaaz jo use ab bhi kaanon mein sunaayi de rahi thi, woh sab ek bhookh ban gaya. Woh use poori shiddat se choosne lagi, honth kas ke, gaal andar dabaa ke, sar tezi se aage peeche karte hue, apni zubaan ko neeche ki moti nas par har baar ragadte hue, aur uska haath jad par ghoomta raha.

"Aaahh… Meera… haan… aise hi…" Vikram ka sar kursi ke peeche gir gaya aur uska doosra haath bhi uske baalon mein aa gaya.

Usne uska sar neeche dabaya, aur Meera ne bina roke lund apne gale tak le liya. Woh jaanti thi ki use yeh kitna pasand hai. Usne saans roki, gale ko dheela kiya, aur aur neeche gayi, jab tak uske honth jad ko na chhoo gaye, aur wahin rukke apne gale se use halke se dabaaya. Uski aankhon se paani beh nikla aur kaajal gaalon par lakeer bana ke utar aaya. Phir woh dheere se peeche aayi, haanfti hui, ek moti laar ki dori uske honthon se sire tak khinchi rahi, aur usne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue phir se poora andar le liya. "Gluk… mmhh… gluk…" ki geeli, dabi aawaazein cabin mein bhar gayi, aur uski laar uske lund se beh ke jad tak aur wahan se uske nange boobs par tapak rahi thi. Doosre haath se woh uske tatte sehla rahi thi, halke se dabaati hui, jaisa woh jaanti thi ki use achha lagta hai.

Vikram ne neeche dekha. Uski biwi, pehli baar uske office mein, gulaabi shiffon aadhi khuli, blouse dono taraf latka hua, bhaari boobs har jhatke ke saath hilte hue, mangalsutra unke beech jhoolta hua, kaajal bikhra hua, aur uske gulaabi honth uske lund par kase hue, upar se uski aankhon mein dekhti hui. Usne neeche haath le ja ke uska ek boob zor se dabaya aur nipple ko ungliyon mein masla, aur Meera ki siskari uske lund par kaanp gayi.

"Tujhe pata hai tu kya hai?" usne haanfte hue kaha. "Tu sirf meri hai. Yeh honth, yeh munh, yeh boobs, sab mere. Bol."

Meera ne lund munh se nikaala, use apne gaal se lagaaya aur haath se tez tez sehlaate hue haanfte hue kaha, "Tumhari hoon. Sirf tumhari. Aur tum mere ho, yeh bhi yaad rakhna." Phir usne sire ko apne honthon mein liya, zubaan se tez tez ghumaaya, aur phir dobara poora andar le liya, pehle se bhi zyada bhookh se.

Vikram ki saansein toot rahi thi. Usne uske baal dono haathon mein pakde aur uska sar khud aage peeche karne laga, pehle dheere, phir tez, aur Meera ne khud ko poori tarah uske haathon mein chhod diya, honth kas ke, zubaan dabaa ke, har dhakke ko gale tak lete hue, apne haath uski jaanghon par gaadhe hue. Cabin mein sirf geeli aawaazein aur Vikram ki bhaari saansein thi, aur frosted glass ke us paar office ki dhundhli chahal pahal, jo kabhi bhi phir se darwaza khatkhata sakti thi, aur us khatre ke khayaal ne Meera ke poore jism mein ek aur garam lehar daud di. Usne apni raftaar aur badha di.




"Meera… main… aa raha hoon…" Vikram ne dabi aawaaz mein kaha. "Munh mat hataana."

Meera ne nahi hataaya. Usne honth aur kas liye, sire ko apni zubaan par tikaaya aur haath se jad ko tez tez sehlaati rahi, uski aankhon mein dekhti hui, aur agle hi pal Vikram ka poora jism akad gaya, uske gale se ek lambi, ghuti hui gurraahat nikli, aur uska lund uske munh mein jhatke maarne laga. Garam, gaadha, namkeen ras uski zubaan par aur gale mein bharne laga, ek ke baad ek dhaar. Meera ne aankhen band kar li aur use dheere dheere nigalti rahi, har jhatke ke saath halke se choosti hui, jaise ek ek boond nichod lena chahti ho, aur thoda sa uske honthon ke kone se nikal ke uski thodi par beh aaya. Jab aakhri jhatka bhi ruk gaya aur Vikram kaanpne laga, tab usne bahut dheere se use munh se chhoda, sire ko ek aakhri baar chooma, aur ungli se apni thodi saaf kar ke use apne honthon mein le liya, poore waqt uski aankhon mein dekhte hue.

Vikram kursi par dheela pad gaya, jaise abhi daud ke aaya ho. Usne Meera ko upar kheench ke god mein baithaya aur uske geele honthon ko choom liya. "Tu har baar pehle se zyada khatarnaak ho jaati hai," usne uske kaan mein kaha.

Meera ne muskura ke uske kandhe mein munh chhupa liya. "Aur tum har baar pehle se zyada besharam. Office mein bhi!"

"Kisko pata chalega, paagal," Vikram hansa aur uske nange boob ko pyaar se ek baar aur dabaaya. "Aur ab se har hafte lunch le ke aayegi."

Washroom mein jaa ke Meera ne aaine mein dekha toh ek pal ko khud ko pehchaan nahi paayi. Lipstick phail gayi thi, kaajal dhundhla tha aur baal ulajh ke ek taraf chipak gaye the. Usne munh dhoya, kulla kiya, blouse aur pallu theek kiye. Lipstick dobara lagaayi, lekin honth ab bhi soojhe the aur gaal ab bhi laal.

Bahar aayi toh Vikram file par sign kar raha tha jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Usne use upar se neeche dekha aur muskuraya. "Ab ghar ja aur aaraam kar. Shaam ko jaldi aaunga."

Meera ne tiffin samet ke bag mein rakha, uske gaal par ek chhota chumban diya aur bahar aayi. Use laga ki sab ki nazrein uske soojhe honthon aur ulajhe baalon par tiki hain. Usne sir seedha rakha aur chalti rahi.

Arjun ke cubicle ke paas pahunchte hi Arjun khada ho gaya. "Aap theek ho?" usne dheere se poocha. "Bhaiya bol rahe the aapka ji ghabra raha tha."

Meera ka dil ek pal ko ruka, aur phir ek gehri, bhaari sharm uske seene mein utar aayi, ek maa ki sharm jo apne bete ki aankhon mein fikr dekh rahi thi aur jaanti thi ki uske jawab mein sirf jhooth hai. Usne chehre par ek thaki hui muskaan laayi. "Haan, thodi tabiyat kharab thi. Vomiting vagera ho gayi thi, toh fresh hone gayi thi. Ab theek hoon."

Phir, bina soche, usne woh kiya jo woh bachpan se karti aayi thi. Usne apna haath uthaya aur Arjun ke sir par rakh diya, uske baal halke se sehlaaye jaise use college bhejte waqt karti thi. "Achhe se kaam karna," usne narmi se kaha. "Tumhara future sudhar jayega."

Arjun ek pal ko wahin jam gaya. Kitne mahino baad usne apne sir par woh haath mehsoos kiya tha. Uske andar ek chhoti si, bachchon jaisi khushi uthi, ki maa ne usse kuch achha kaha, ki maa ko ab bhi uski fikr hai, aur usi khushi ke saath ek tees bhi uthi, kyunki yeh haath ab "bhabhi" ka haath tha, aur aas paas ke cubicle wale ise ek bua ka pyaar samajh ke muskura rahe the. "Ji… thank you," usne bas itna kaha, aur Meera haath hata ke aage badh gayi.

Lift ke band darwaze ke peeche, akeli, Meera ne deewar se peeth tika di aur aankhen band kar li. Arjun ki woh fikr bhari aankhen ek pal ko uske dimaag mein aayi aur kaanta sa chubha gayi, aur usne us khayaal ko zor se jhatak diya, kyunki uske paas us dard ka koi jawab nahi tha. Phir uske dimaag mein sirf Vikram tha. Uski shaant aawaaz, "Main tha na," uske haath jo kursi ke hatthon par ruk ke uski haan ka intezaar kar rahe the, aur woh gurraahat. Uske honthon par ab bhi uska swaad tha. Uski jaanghon ke beech ek geeli, dhadakti garmi thi jo period ke dard se bilkul alag thi, aur usne jaanghein aapas mein daba li. Usne ungliyon se apne soojhe honth chhuye aur akeli hi muskura di. Abhi teen din aur baaki the, aur Vikram bhoolne wala nahi tha, aur pehli baar Meera ko yeh baat dar nahi, intezaar jaisi lagi.

(Jaari…)

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