30-10-2020, 01:47 AM
Is ghatna ko beete 4 mahine ho gaye the. par aaj bhi wo kunaal ke saamne jaane mein jijhakti thi. Shayad ravi hi namard hai. Shayad uski kishmat mein hi yauvan ka anand lena nahi hai aur shayad kunal ke sath beete wo kshan hi uske jeevan ka sabse anand dayak pal the!
“Are neeta, itni der se taiyaar ho rahi ho? bus chhoot jayegi bhai!” Ravi ki awaaz neeta ke kaano mein padi. “Main taiyaar hoon, aap gaadi nikaliye.” Neeta apna purse utha kar bedroom se bahar aayi.
“Madharchod MD! saale ko abhi hi project report chahiye tha!” Ravi apne boss par gussa ka ijhaar kar raha tha. “tum akeli chali jaogi na? main haramzaade ke munh par report fenk kar jaldi se jaldi chala aaunga”
Ravi ke munh se gaali sun kar neeta ko vichitra laga. Kya bistar mein apne namardagi ko chhipane ke liye ravi apne shabdon mein mardanagi dikhata hai? Ya construction line mein logon ki bhasha hi aisi hoti hai? “Aap fikra mat kijiye, wahan bus stand par papa aa jayenge mujhe recieve karne, aur yahan to aap chhod hi rahe hain, baki safar to bus mein bitana hai. Chaliye jaldi, late ho jayega.” Neeta ne ravi ko ashwasan diya.
Dono gadi mein baith kar bus stand ki taraf nikle. “Madharchod! ye traffic. Bhonsdi waale anpadh ganwar sab politics mein aayenge to yahi hoga! saalon ke dimaag mein sadak banate samay ye bat ahi aati ki kal is par aur bhi gaadiyan daurengi. aaj har kutte billi ke paas gaadi hai aur road dekho, bitta bhad ka.” Horn ki awaaz ke beech mein Ravi khud par chilla raha tha. raat ke 8 baj chuke the, aur bas khulne ka time 7 baje hi tha. bus stand pahunchte pahunchte raat ke 9 baj chuke the.
Bus stand par 2-3 chhoti route ke bas ke alawa koi bus nahi tha, aur wahan log bhi kaafi kam the. Ravi booking counter waale ke paas chilla raha tha. “sab ke sab lootere hain! phone nahi karna tha to mobile number liya kyun? jab passenger gaya hi nahi to paise kis baat ke?” wo booking clerk se paise wapas maang raha tha. Neeta uske bagal mein khadi thi. Uski laal blouse ke side se uski kaali bra ka lace bahar nikla hua tha. Clerk ke saamne baitha ek adher umra ka aadmi use ghoor raha tha. aur ghoore bhi kyun na, neeta ki jis chuchiyon ko us bra ne dhak kar rakha tha wo 34 inch ki thi. 26 saal ki gori, lambi chharhare badan waali neeta halogen lamp ke saamne khadi thi jisse uske honthon par lagi laal lipstick chamak kar madak drishya utpanna kar rahe the. jaise jaise neeta ki chuchiya saans ke saath upar neeche ho rahe the, waise waise us adher adami ka lund mein yauvan ka sanchaar ho raha tha. 55 saal ke us buddhe ka rang jitna hi kaala tha, baal utne hi safed. uska dhoti uske jaangon ke upar hi tha, aur aankhein laal, maano abhi ek bottle chadhai ho. Uske munh ki baas door khadi neeta mahshoosh kar sakti hi.
Jab neeta ki nazar us buddhe par padi to neeta saham gayi. auraton mein mardon ki niyat bhaampne ka yantra laga hota hai shayad. neeta ne apne blouse ko theek kar apni chuchi ko saree se theek se dhaka. neeta ko sahma dekh kar us buddhe ke lund mein aur jawani bhad aayi. wo apna munh khol besharm ki tarah mushkurane laga. Uske saamne ki daant lambi aur badshurat thi. uske chehre ko dekh kar neeta ka mann ghina raha tha. wo ravi ke aur nikat aa gayi aur uski baanh ko pakad kar boli “chaliye yahan se. ab bus chali gayi to fir ladai karke kya fayeda”
“are bhaiya! hum bhi sitamarhi jaa rahe hain, baithiyega humare bas par?” Sar par pagdi lagaye, badi moochh aur badi kaya waale ek hatte kathhe aadmi ne kaha.
“Kab khulegi bus?
bas ab niklenge hi, wahan khadi hai 1785 number ki bus. seat bhi khali hoga. waise bhada ta 700 rupaiya hai, par aap 500 bhi de dijiyega ta chalega. aap passenger ko baithaiye.. hum 2 minute mein aate hain.”
Ravi neeta ko le kar bus par pahuncha. Usne andar jhank kar dekha, bus mein 8-10 mard the aur 2-3 mahila, sab gaon ke the. bus poora khali tha. “Bus mein jab gaon ke log baithe hue hain, andar badbu de raha hai. tum isme jaa paogi? dikkat hoga to aaj chhod do. kal chali jana?”
“Kal faldaan hai, jana zaroori hai. main chali jaungi, aap fikra mat kijiye”
“Hmm, tum andar baitho, main tumhare liye paani ka bottle la deta hoon”. Neeta andar gayi. Par andar badbu bahut tha, shayad passanger mein se kuchh logon ne desi sharab pee rakhi thi. Aur andar garmi bhi bahut thi. Neeta utar kar bus se neeche aa gayi. Raat ke 10 baj rahe the, bus stand par kuchh hi log the. Bas se ke aas paas kuda fenka hua tha, aur peshab ki teekhi gandh aa rahi thi. Neeta bus se thodi door gayi, usne chaaron taraf ghoom kar dekha, yahan use koi nahi dekh raha tha. usne apni saree upar uthai, panty neeche sarkaya aur baith kar peshab karne lagi. door lage bus ke headlight ke roshni mein uski safed chikni gaand aadhe chaand ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Wo peshab karke uthi, aur jaise hi peechhe mudi, saamne badsurat shakla wala buddha apni daant nikale mushkura raha tha. Neeta kaamp uthi. Uske chehre par wahi besharmi waali mushkurahat thi, uska ek haath neeche dhoti ke beech kuchh pakde hua tha, dundhli roshni mein uski safed dhoti to dikh rahi thi, par wo pakde kya hua hai wo neeta nahi dekh paa rahi thi. Neeta ke liye ye samajhna mushkil nahi tha ki wo kya pakde hua hai, par wo ravi ke auzaar se kaafi bada tha.
Buddha neeta ki taraf badhne laga. Neeta ghabra kar idhar udhar dekhne lagi. Tabhi use Ravi aata dikha, wo daur kar ravi ke paas pahunchi. Ravi darr se peeli par gayi neeta ko dekh kar bola “kya hua?”.
“wwwoo... aa... aadmi!” Neeta ghabrai hui thi. Isse pehle wo kuchh bolti Ravi us aadmi ki taraf lapka. “Madharchod! bhonsdi waale!” jab tak buddha kuchh bole tab tak uspar do jhapad pad chuka tha. “Haramzaade, do kaudi ke insaan, teri himmat kaise hui meri bibi ki taraf dekhne ki” wo sambhla bhi nahi tha ki 2-4 haath uspar aur lag chuke the! Ye sab itni jaldi hua ki Neeta ko kuchh samajh mein nahi aaya. Tab tak bus driver ke sath 2 log aur jama ho gaye the. Neeta ko us buddhe ko dekh kar daya aa gayi, aur fir us buddhe ne kuchh kiya bhi to nahi tha. Usne to bas use dekha tha, aur khule mein wo peshab karegi to galti use dekhne waale ki thode hi hai!
“Are! jaane dijiye” Neeta ne Ravi ke haath ko pakad kar use roka. “betichod! khabardaar jo kisi aurat ki taraf aankh utha kar dekha to, dono aankh fod dunga. Randi ki aulaad.. saala”
“Are shahab, jane do na, kyun chhote logon ke munh lagte ho, inka kuchh nahi bigdega, aapka munh kharab hoga” Ek passenger ne kaha. Ravi ka gussa thoda shant ho chuka tha. “Neeta! kal hi jana, abhi jana safe nahi hai”
“Aap bhi na! til ka taar bana dete hain. Kuchh nahi hua hai. aur bus mein 2-3 auratein hain. koi dikkat nahi hogi. Fir mere paas mobile bhi hai, koi problem hoga to main call kar lungi. aap tension mat lijiye” Neeta ne Ravi ko shant karte hue kaha
“Are! tum samajhti nahi ho. jab tak tum ghar nahi pahunch jaogi tab tak main tension mein rahunga! bus chhodo, main tumhe gaadi se pahuncha deta hoon”
“Aap bewajah pareshaan hote hain. aapko office ka kaam karna hai. aap nischint ho kar jaiye, main ghar pahunch kar aapko call kar lungi”
“theek hai! koi bhi problem ho to turant mujhe call karna, sare SP-DSP ko main janta hoon, security officer turant wahan pahunch jayegi.” wo bus mein ghus chuka tha “yahan baith jao, khidki ke paas. garmi nahi lagegi”
Neeta bus ke darwaje ke paas waali khidki se lagi seat par baith gayi “aap tension nahi lijiyega, main subah aapko call karungi. Raat bahut ho gayi hai, aapko subah office bhi jana hai, aap jaiye”
“Driver kahan gaya? chalo, start karo! ab koi passenger nahi aane wala”
Bus start ho dheere dheere badha, Ravi apni gadi mein baith kar ghar ki taraf nikla. Bus jaise hi bus stand se nikalne wala tha, wo buddha daur kar bus mein chadh gaya. Neeta ghabra gayi aur apne purse se mobile nikalne lagi.
Buddhe ne kaha “are madam, hum aapka kya bigada tha, bina matlab ka humko pitwa diye” Buddhe ki awaaj sun kar Neeta ka darr thoda kam hua. Par uske munh se daru ki baas bahut tez aa rahi thi. “Tum wahan mujhe ghoor kyun rahe the?”
“Hum ghoor kahan rahe the! peshab laga tha zor se. aapke hatne ka intezaar kar rahe the. buddhe hue, aankh kamzor hai, humko ta pate nahi chala ki wahan koi marad manush hai ki koi aurat! ab is umra mein hum aisa neech harkat karenge? bahu beti ki umar ki hain aap.”
Buddhe ki baat sun kar Neeta confuse ho gayi. Neeta ka sixth sense cheekh cheekh kar kah raha tha ki buddha ka irada theek nahi hai par use buddhe ki baaton mein sachchai lag rahi thi. Aur fir buddhe ne kuchh kiya to nahi tha. Uske karan bechara bina matlab ka pitai kha gaya. “theek hai! par yahan kyun khade ho? peechhe ja kar baitho?”
“madam khalasi hain, yahin khada rahna kaam hai”
Bus asal mein kiraye par Ranchi aayi thi. Kuchh upari amdani ho jaye, isliye lautate samay driver aur conductor ne kuchh passengers bitha liye the. Sabhi passenger agal bagal ke the. Kewal neeta ki hi safar raat bhar ki thi. Neeta kuchh hi der mein so gayi. Ye kahna mushkil hai ki kisne - khidki se aa rahi hawa ne ya us buddhe ne Neeta ke blouse par se uske saaree ki pallu hata di thi. Buddha laal blouse ke upar se andar chhipe khajane ka mulyankan kar raha tha. Apne aankhon se ghoor ghoor kar Neeta ke chuchi ki oonchai, golai aur akaar maap kar apne mastishk mein uski chuchi ki topological map taiyaar kar raha tha. Jab tak bus mein aur passenger the tab to buddha bas door se hi Neeta ko ghoor raha tha, aur apne lund mein angdai leti jawani ko apne haathon se sahla raha tha. Aakhiri passenger ke utarne ke baad buddhe ne apne lund ko dhoti ke quaid se azaad kar diya aur uski lambi bandook Neeta ki taraf tan gayi.
Poori bus mein ek akeli laundiya, wo bhi jawan, bhare poore chharhare badan waali, ko dekh kar buddhe ki andar ki waasna chhalak chhalak kar bahar aa rahi thi. Par wo ye bhi jaanta tha ki agar is laundiya ne complain kar diya to bus ke number se use khojna asaan hoga. Aur saala iska bhataar bhi to goonda hi lagta hai. Madharchod use jinda nahi chhodega. Wo waasna aur bhay mishrit bhavna se Neeta ki taraf jhuka aur uske badan ki khusboo ko soongha. Itra aur cream mein sarabor Neeta ke badan ki khusboo us buddhe ko pagal banaye jaa rahi thi. Wo apna jeebh nikaal kar neeta ke honthon ko chatana chah raha tha. Jeebh to usne nikaali, uski honthon ke paas bhi le gaya, par chhoone ki use himmat nahi hui. Ek haath se wo apne lund ko masal raha tha, doosre haath se hilti hui bus ko pakde hua tha aur apne jeebh ko Neeta ke badan se bas ek dhage bhar ki doori par rakhe uske poore badan mano chaat raha ho!
Buddhe ke andar vaasna aur bhay ke beech ka mahasangram suru ho chuka tha. Kabhi uske mann mein khayal aata ki thok de saali ko aur fenk de rashte mein, jo hoga dekha jayega! Fir use lagta ki is budhape mein wo security officer se kahan kahan bhaagta firega? aur budhape mein jail, na baba! Wo kinkartavyavimudh ki sthiti mein Neeta ke bagal waale seat par ja kar baith gaya. Randiyan to usne kayi chodi thi, par randiyon mein wo baat kahan. Ek bade ghar ki sundar, jawan laundiya ke bagal mein, jangh se jangh sata kar baithne matra se hi uska lund uski god mein kutub minaar ki tarah khada tha. Wo kabhi laal blouse ke upar waale hisse se jhalakti neeta ke chuchi ke ubhaar ko dekhta, kabhi uski rasheele laal honthon ko to kabhi uski safed chikni pet ko. Kayi baar to wo apni haath ko neeta ki chuchi tak le gaya, uska jee kar raha tha ki us bharpoor chuchi ko apne haathon mein le kar neembu ki tarah nichod de! par wo use halke se chhu kar fir wapas apni lund par aa gaya. Wo apni lund ko zor zor se hilane laga. Par fir wo shant ho gaya. Wo apne lund ke ras ko aise hi barbaad nahi karna chahta tha, wo bhi tab jab ek khubsoorat jawan laundiya bagal mein ho. Neeta ki taraf ghoom kar usne apne lund ko neeta ki jaangh par dabaya. Par zor se dabane ki himmat uske andar nahi thi!
Buddha bechain tha, kabhi apni lund bahar nikaal kar hilata, kabhi lund ko dhoti mein dhak kar Neeta ko ghoorta, kabhi uski chuchi ke upar halke halke haath sahlata to kabhi uske chehre ke paas jaa kar uske badan ki khusboo leta. Kareeb aadhe ghante is tamasha chalne ke baad road ke jerking se Neeta jag gayi. Apne seene ko bina anchal ke dekh kar wo harbada gayi aur anchal utha kar apne chuchi ko dhakne lagi, tabhi uski nazar bagal mein baithe buddhe par gayi. Buddhe ne ghabra kar apne lund ko dhoti mein chhipaya. Buddhe ko apne bagal mein baithe dekh kar Neeta gusse se tamtama gayi “Himmat kaise hui tumhe yahan baithane ki?”
“Are neeta, itni der se taiyaar ho rahi ho? bus chhoot jayegi bhai!” Ravi ki awaaz neeta ke kaano mein padi. “Main taiyaar hoon, aap gaadi nikaliye.” Neeta apna purse utha kar bedroom se bahar aayi.
“Madharchod MD! saale ko abhi hi project report chahiye tha!” Ravi apne boss par gussa ka ijhaar kar raha tha. “tum akeli chali jaogi na? main haramzaade ke munh par report fenk kar jaldi se jaldi chala aaunga”
Ravi ke munh se gaali sun kar neeta ko vichitra laga. Kya bistar mein apne namardagi ko chhipane ke liye ravi apne shabdon mein mardanagi dikhata hai? Ya construction line mein logon ki bhasha hi aisi hoti hai? “Aap fikra mat kijiye, wahan bus stand par papa aa jayenge mujhe recieve karne, aur yahan to aap chhod hi rahe hain, baki safar to bus mein bitana hai. Chaliye jaldi, late ho jayega.” Neeta ne ravi ko ashwasan diya.
Dono gadi mein baith kar bus stand ki taraf nikle. “Madharchod! ye traffic. Bhonsdi waale anpadh ganwar sab politics mein aayenge to yahi hoga! saalon ke dimaag mein sadak banate samay ye bat ahi aati ki kal is par aur bhi gaadiyan daurengi. aaj har kutte billi ke paas gaadi hai aur road dekho, bitta bhad ka.” Horn ki awaaz ke beech mein Ravi khud par chilla raha tha. raat ke 8 baj chuke the, aur bas khulne ka time 7 baje hi tha. bus stand pahunchte pahunchte raat ke 9 baj chuke the.
Bus stand par 2-3 chhoti route ke bas ke alawa koi bus nahi tha, aur wahan log bhi kaafi kam the. Ravi booking counter waale ke paas chilla raha tha. “sab ke sab lootere hain! phone nahi karna tha to mobile number liya kyun? jab passenger gaya hi nahi to paise kis baat ke?” wo booking clerk se paise wapas maang raha tha. Neeta uske bagal mein khadi thi. Uski laal blouse ke side se uski kaali bra ka lace bahar nikla hua tha. Clerk ke saamne baitha ek adher umra ka aadmi use ghoor raha tha. aur ghoore bhi kyun na, neeta ki jis chuchiyon ko us bra ne dhak kar rakha tha wo 34 inch ki thi. 26 saal ki gori, lambi chharhare badan waali neeta halogen lamp ke saamne khadi thi jisse uske honthon par lagi laal lipstick chamak kar madak drishya utpanna kar rahe the. jaise jaise neeta ki chuchiya saans ke saath upar neeche ho rahe the, waise waise us adher adami ka lund mein yauvan ka sanchaar ho raha tha. 55 saal ke us buddhe ka rang jitna hi kaala tha, baal utne hi safed. uska dhoti uske jaangon ke upar hi tha, aur aankhein laal, maano abhi ek bottle chadhai ho. Uske munh ki baas door khadi neeta mahshoosh kar sakti hi.
Jab neeta ki nazar us buddhe par padi to neeta saham gayi. auraton mein mardon ki niyat bhaampne ka yantra laga hota hai shayad. neeta ne apne blouse ko theek kar apni chuchi ko saree se theek se dhaka. neeta ko sahma dekh kar us buddhe ke lund mein aur jawani bhad aayi. wo apna munh khol besharm ki tarah mushkurane laga. Uske saamne ki daant lambi aur badshurat thi. uske chehre ko dekh kar neeta ka mann ghina raha tha. wo ravi ke aur nikat aa gayi aur uski baanh ko pakad kar boli “chaliye yahan se. ab bus chali gayi to fir ladai karke kya fayeda”
“are bhaiya! hum bhi sitamarhi jaa rahe hain, baithiyega humare bas par?” Sar par pagdi lagaye, badi moochh aur badi kaya waale ek hatte kathhe aadmi ne kaha.
“Kab khulegi bus?
bas ab niklenge hi, wahan khadi hai 1785 number ki bus. seat bhi khali hoga. waise bhada ta 700 rupaiya hai, par aap 500 bhi de dijiyega ta chalega. aap passenger ko baithaiye.. hum 2 minute mein aate hain.”
Ravi neeta ko le kar bus par pahuncha. Usne andar jhank kar dekha, bus mein 8-10 mard the aur 2-3 mahila, sab gaon ke the. bus poora khali tha. “Bus mein jab gaon ke log baithe hue hain, andar badbu de raha hai. tum isme jaa paogi? dikkat hoga to aaj chhod do. kal chali jana?”
“Kal faldaan hai, jana zaroori hai. main chali jaungi, aap fikra mat kijiye”
“Hmm, tum andar baitho, main tumhare liye paani ka bottle la deta hoon”. Neeta andar gayi. Par andar badbu bahut tha, shayad passanger mein se kuchh logon ne desi sharab pee rakhi thi. Aur andar garmi bhi bahut thi. Neeta utar kar bus se neeche aa gayi. Raat ke 10 baj rahe the, bus stand par kuchh hi log the. Bas se ke aas paas kuda fenka hua tha, aur peshab ki teekhi gandh aa rahi thi. Neeta bus se thodi door gayi, usne chaaron taraf ghoom kar dekha, yahan use koi nahi dekh raha tha. usne apni saree upar uthai, panty neeche sarkaya aur baith kar peshab karne lagi. door lage bus ke headlight ke roshni mein uski safed chikni gaand aadhe chaand ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Wo peshab karke uthi, aur jaise hi peechhe mudi, saamne badsurat shakla wala buddha apni daant nikale mushkura raha tha. Neeta kaamp uthi. Uske chehre par wahi besharmi waali mushkurahat thi, uska ek haath neeche dhoti ke beech kuchh pakde hua tha, dundhli roshni mein uski safed dhoti to dikh rahi thi, par wo pakde kya hua hai wo neeta nahi dekh paa rahi thi. Neeta ke liye ye samajhna mushkil nahi tha ki wo kya pakde hua hai, par wo ravi ke auzaar se kaafi bada tha.
Buddha neeta ki taraf badhne laga. Neeta ghabra kar idhar udhar dekhne lagi. Tabhi use Ravi aata dikha, wo daur kar ravi ke paas pahunchi. Ravi darr se peeli par gayi neeta ko dekh kar bola “kya hua?”.
“wwwoo... aa... aadmi!” Neeta ghabrai hui thi. Isse pehle wo kuchh bolti Ravi us aadmi ki taraf lapka. “Madharchod! bhonsdi waale!” jab tak buddha kuchh bole tab tak uspar do jhapad pad chuka tha. “Haramzaade, do kaudi ke insaan, teri himmat kaise hui meri bibi ki taraf dekhne ki” wo sambhla bhi nahi tha ki 2-4 haath uspar aur lag chuke the! Ye sab itni jaldi hua ki Neeta ko kuchh samajh mein nahi aaya. Tab tak bus driver ke sath 2 log aur jama ho gaye the. Neeta ko us buddhe ko dekh kar daya aa gayi, aur fir us buddhe ne kuchh kiya bhi to nahi tha. Usne to bas use dekha tha, aur khule mein wo peshab karegi to galti use dekhne waale ki thode hi hai!
“Are! jaane dijiye” Neeta ne Ravi ke haath ko pakad kar use roka. “betichod! khabardaar jo kisi aurat ki taraf aankh utha kar dekha to, dono aankh fod dunga. Randi ki aulaad.. saala”
“Are shahab, jane do na, kyun chhote logon ke munh lagte ho, inka kuchh nahi bigdega, aapka munh kharab hoga” Ek passenger ne kaha. Ravi ka gussa thoda shant ho chuka tha. “Neeta! kal hi jana, abhi jana safe nahi hai”
“Aap bhi na! til ka taar bana dete hain. Kuchh nahi hua hai. aur bus mein 2-3 auratein hain. koi dikkat nahi hogi. Fir mere paas mobile bhi hai, koi problem hoga to main call kar lungi. aap tension mat lijiye” Neeta ne Ravi ko shant karte hue kaha
“Are! tum samajhti nahi ho. jab tak tum ghar nahi pahunch jaogi tab tak main tension mein rahunga! bus chhodo, main tumhe gaadi se pahuncha deta hoon”
“Aap bewajah pareshaan hote hain. aapko office ka kaam karna hai. aap nischint ho kar jaiye, main ghar pahunch kar aapko call kar lungi”
“theek hai! koi bhi problem ho to turant mujhe call karna, sare SP-DSP ko main janta hoon, security officer turant wahan pahunch jayegi.” wo bus mein ghus chuka tha “yahan baith jao, khidki ke paas. garmi nahi lagegi”
Neeta bus ke darwaje ke paas waali khidki se lagi seat par baith gayi “aap tension nahi lijiyega, main subah aapko call karungi. Raat bahut ho gayi hai, aapko subah office bhi jana hai, aap jaiye”
“Driver kahan gaya? chalo, start karo! ab koi passenger nahi aane wala”
Bus start ho dheere dheere badha, Ravi apni gadi mein baith kar ghar ki taraf nikla. Bus jaise hi bus stand se nikalne wala tha, wo buddha daur kar bus mein chadh gaya. Neeta ghabra gayi aur apne purse se mobile nikalne lagi.
Buddhe ne kaha “are madam, hum aapka kya bigada tha, bina matlab ka humko pitwa diye” Buddhe ki awaaj sun kar Neeta ka darr thoda kam hua. Par uske munh se daru ki baas bahut tez aa rahi thi. “Tum wahan mujhe ghoor kyun rahe the?”
“Hum ghoor kahan rahe the! peshab laga tha zor se. aapke hatne ka intezaar kar rahe the. buddhe hue, aankh kamzor hai, humko ta pate nahi chala ki wahan koi marad manush hai ki koi aurat! ab is umra mein hum aisa neech harkat karenge? bahu beti ki umar ki hain aap.”
Buddhe ki baat sun kar Neeta confuse ho gayi. Neeta ka sixth sense cheekh cheekh kar kah raha tha ki buddha ka irada theek nahi hai par use buddhe ki baaton mein sachchai lag rahi thi. Aur fir buddhe ne kuchh kiya to nahi tha. Uske karan bechara bina matlab ka pitai kha gaya. “theek hai! par yahan kyun khade ho? peechhe ja kar baitho?”
“madam khalasi hain, yahin khada rahna kaam hai”
Bus asal mein kiraye par Ranchi aayi thi. Kuchh upari amdani ho jaye, isliye lautate samay driver aur conductor ne kuchh passengers bitha liye the. Sabhi passenger agal bagal ke the. Kewal neeta ki hi safar raat bhar ki thi. Neeta kuchh hi der mein so gayi. Ye kahna mushkil hai ki kisne - khidki se aa rahi hawa ne ya us buddhe ne Neeta ke blouse par se uske saaree ki pallu hata di thi. Buddha laal blouse ke upar se andar chhipe khajane ka mulyankan kar raha tha. Apne aankhon se ghoor ghoor kar Neeta ke chuchi ki oonchai, golai aur akaar maap kar apne mastishk mein uski chuchi ki topological map taiyaar kar raha tha. Jab tak bus mein aur passenger the tab to buddha bas door se hi Neeta ko ghoor raha tha, aur apne lund mein angdai leti jawani ko apne haathon se sahla raha tha. Aakhiri passenger ke utarne ke baad buddhe ne apne lund ko dhoti ke quaid se azaad kar diya aur uski lambi bandook Neeta ki taraf tan gayi.
Poori bus mein ek akeli laundiya, wo bhi jawan, bhare poore chharhare badan waali, ko dekh kar buddhe ki andar ki waasna chhalak chhalak kar bahar aa rahi thi. Par wo ye bhi jaanta tha ki agar is laundiya ne complain kar diya to bus ke number se use khojna asaan hoga. Aur saala iska bhataar bhi to goonda hi lagta hai. Madharchod use jinda nahi chhodega. Wo waasna aur bhay mishrit bhavna se Neeta ki taraf jhuka aur uske badan ki khusboo ko soongha. Itra aur cream mein sarabor Neeta ke badan ki khusboo us buddhe ko pagal banaye jaa rahi thi. Wo apna jeebh nikaal kar neeta ke honthon ko chatana chah raha tha. Jeebh to usne nikaali, uski honthon ke paas bhi le gaya, par chhoone ki use himmat nahi hui. Ek haath se wo apne lund ko masal raha tha, doosre haath se hilti hui bus ko pakde hua tha aur apne jeebh ko Neeta ke badan se bas ek dhage bhar ki doori par rakhe uske poore badan mano chaat raha ho!
Buddhe ke andar vaasna aur bhay ke beech ka mahasangram suru ho chuka tha. Kabhi uske mann mein khayal aata ki thok de saali ko aur fenk de rashte mein, jo hoga dekha jayega! Fir use lagta ki is budhape mein wo security officer se kahan kahan bhaagta firega? aur budhape mein jail, na baba! Wo kinkartavyavimudh ki sthiti mein Neeta ke bagal waale seat par ja kar baith gaya. Randiyan to usne kayi chodi thi, par randiyon mein wo baat kahan. Ek bade ghar ki sundar, jawan laundiya ke bagal mein, jangh se jangh sata kar baithne matra se hi uska lund uski god mein kutub minaar ki tarah khada tha. Wo kabhi laal blouse ke upar waale hisse se jhalakti neeta ke chuchi ke ubhaar ko dekhta, kabhi uski rasheele laal honthon ko to kabhi uski safed chikni pet ko. Kayi baar to wo apni haath ko neeta ki chuchi tak le gaya, uska jee kar raha tha ki us bharpoor chuchi ko apne haathon mein le kar neembu ki tarah nichod de! par wo use halke se chhu kar fir wapas apni lund par aa gaya. Wo apni lund ko zor zor se hilane laga. Par fir wo shant ho gaya. Wo apne lund ke ras ko aise hi barbaad nahi karna chahta tha, wo bhi tab jab ek khubsoorat jawan laundiya bagal mein ho. Neeta ki taraf ghoom kar usne apne lund ko neeta ki jaangh par dabaya. Par zor se dabane ki himmat uske andar nahi thi!
Buddha bechain tha, kabhi apni lund bahar nikaal kar hilata, kabhi lund ko dhoti mein dhak kar Neeta ko ghoorta, kabhi uski chuchi ke upar halke halke haath sahlata to kabhi uske chehre ke paas jaa kar uske badan ki khusboo leta. Kareeb aadhe ghante is tamasha chalne ke baad road ke jerking se Neeta jag gayi. Apne seene ko bina anchal ke dekh kar wo harbada gayi aur anchal utha kar apne chuchi ko dhakne lagi, tabhi uski nazar bagal mein baithe buddhe par gayi. Buddhe ne ghabra kar apne lund ko dhoti mein chhipaya. Buddhe ko apne bagal mein baithe dekh kar Neeta gusse se tamtama gayi “Himmat kaise hui tumhe yahan baithane ki?”
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