22-01-2021, 01:36 AM
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Sanskriti ne socha isse bahas karna bekar hai.. “Par tumhe ye kal change karna padega… Thik hai?” “Jaroor.. ” Aslam ne ek muskaan ke sath kaha.. Aslam man mai soch raha tha ( Tera naam change to karunga, par change kar ke jo likhunga wo bhi tujhe kaha pasand ayega?)
“To phir kaal milte hai ??” “Ha thik hai.. Mai kaal aajauga… ” Aslam kuch ruk kar phir bolta hai.. “Aur mujhe gussa aya to apni Rand ko phir call karunga”
Sanskriti kuch nahi kehti (aur kehti bhi kya?) aur ek choti si smile de kar chalne lagti hai… Aslam samajh chuka tha ki galiyo ka ab Sanskriti oppose nahi karegi.. wo janta tha ki Sanskriti ab kisi bhi gandi baat ko sunne se koi parhej nahi kargi.. Jo uske plan ke mutabik ek acchi baat thi…Ab iss baat ko thik se use karna tha.. Iss openess ko iss had tak badhana tha ki wo Aslam ke chune par bhi koi oppose na kare.. Aur tabhi to wo uska lund lene ke liye taiyaar hogi
Aslam piche sai Sanskriti ko jate huye dekh raha tha.. Chalte waqt uski lachakti hui gand dekh kar aslam ek pal ke liye madhosh hone laga.. Uska lund phadphadane laga.. Upar se Sanskriti ka cream color sleeveless aur backless blouse, jisme ek 2 inch ki patti hi thi jo uski pith par thi.. Ek kandha jo sari ka pallu liya hua tha uss par se niche kuch kam dikh raha tha kyun ki pallu bich mai aa raha tha.. Par dusri side ka pura view kamar tak nanga tha sivay ek patli si blouse ki patti ke aur sanskriti ke lambe balo ke alawa… Aslam sanskriti ki gand ko dekhata rehta hai.. (Haye Sali..Iss gand mai apna musal to ghusana hi hai… Bus moka milne de..)
Thoda age jaa kar Sanskriti hath kar ke rickshaw ko rokti hai aur richshaw wale ko address samjahti hai… Iss doran wo thodi jhukti hai aur uski gand thodi bahar nikalti hai.. Aslam piche khada huva yahi dekh raha tha.. Wo apne lund ko Lungi ke upar se masalne lagta hai..Rickshaw wale se baat tay hone ke baad Sanskriti Aslam ki taraf mudti hai use ek baar bye wish karne ke liye… Par Aslam ko apne lund ko masalte dekh ek dam se wapas mud jati hai.. Wo soch nahi payi ke Aslam use dekh kar kuch kar raha hai.. Ya shayad khujli kar raha hai ?!!
Phir usne socha ( Nahi esa nahi hoga.. Sirf mera bharam hai… Pata nahi mai bhi kya kya soch rahi hu)
Wo dobara mud kar dekhti hai aur Aslam ko muskurata hua papa hai… Sidha khad huva Aslam ne apna lund masalna tabhi band kar diya tha jab Sanskriti ek bar piche mud kar sidhi hui thi.. Wo apna chance shuru hone se pehle hi nahi khona chah raha tha… Aur sidhe khade Aslam ko dekh kar Sanskriti bhi apni pehli soch ko apna bharam man leti hai… Uska ek maan ye janta tha ki ye bharam nahi tha.. Aslam sach mai apna lund hila raha tha.. Par dusra man jo Aslam ki madad karna chah raha tha.. Jo kisi tarah se Aslam ke is rough behaviour ko thoda pasand karta tha wo Aslam ko nirdosh sabhit karna chah raha tha.. Aur aakhir mai Aslam ki side wala man hi jeet jata hai.. kyun ki Sanskriti bhi yahi chah rahi thi..
Wo Rickshw wale ko age badhne ke liye kehti hai aur richshaw age badhne lagti hai.. Jate waqt wo rickshaw se Aslam ko dekh kar ek baar muskurati hai.. Aslam bhi use jate huye dekh kar bye karta hai aur jate huye rickshaw ko dekh kar sochta hai..( Kal tak ka mai kaise intejaar karunga Janeman?…kab teri choot ka pani chakhne ko milega? Kab mere lode ko tere moh ki garmi naseeb hogi.? Kab mere lode ko teri choot ki diwaro ko choda karneka moka milega? ? Aur kab banegi tu meri Rand.??)
Rickshaw mai pure waqt Sanskriti Aslam ke bare mai hi sochti rehti hai.. Wo chah kar bhi Aslam ko apne dimag se hata nahi pati hai.. Pure raste mai jo bhi bate hui wo Sanskriti ke dimag mai jaise movie ki tarah chal rahi thi…
Sanskriti aaj tak kisi se dabi nahi thi…Kisi ne aaj tak Aslam ki tarah authorative tone mai Sanskriti se baat nahi ki thi.. Use aaj tak jo bhi mila pyar karne wala mila.. Par Aslam ke aggressive behaviour mai kuch baat thi.. Wo Sanskriti ko apni aur khich raha tha.. Sanskriti Aslam ko sex ke irrade se nahi, par haaa! Soch jaroor rahi thi. Aslam jis tarah se khule aam ‘Tu tu’ kehkar bula raha tha..use galiya de raha tha.. Esi feeling use aaj tak nahi hui thi.. Kisi ka us par Haq ho vaise baat karna Sanskriti ke liye ek nayi baat thi.. Use ye pata nahi chal paa raha tha ki use ye feeling pasand hai ya nahi.. Bas use ye feeling buri nahi lag rahi thi…
(Ye mahaj ek infectuation hai.. Kisi cheej ko ager pehli baar experience karo aur agar wo chij buri na lage to dimag use phir se experiece karna chahta hai.. Aur kai bar use pasand karne ke bahane sochne lagta hai… Shayad mere sath bhi yahi ho raha hai.. Aur issi liye mujhe Aslam baar baar yaad aa raha hai..)
Sanskriti jab issi dimagi udhedbund mai thi, thodi der mai Sanskriti ka ghar aa gaya… Raat ke takriban 9 baj rahe the..Rickshw wale ko paise de kar.. Sanskriti ghar ki aur chal di…
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Sanskriti ne socha isse bahas karna bekar hai.. “Par tumhe ye kal change karna padega… Thik hai?” “Jaroor.. ” Aslam ne ek muskaan ke sath kaha.. Aslam man mai soch raha tha ( Tera naam change to karunga, par change kar ke jo likhunga wo bhi tujhe kaha pasand ayega?)
“To phir kaal milte hai ??” “Ha thik hai.. Mai kaal aajauga… ” Aslam kuch ruk kar phir bolta hai.. “Aur mujhe gussa aya to apni Rand ko phir call karunga”
Sanskriti kuch nahi kehti (aur kehti bhi kya?) aur ek choti si smile de kar chalne lagti hai… Aslam samajh chuka tha ki galiyo ka ab Sanskriti oppose nahi karegi.. wo janta tha ki Sanskriti ab kisi bhi gandi baat ko sunne se koi parhej nahi kargi.. Jo uske plan ke mutabik ek acchi baat thi…Ab iss baat ko thik se use karna tha.. Iss openess ko iss had tak badhana tha ki wo Aslam ke chune par bhi koi oppose na kare.. Aur tabhi to wo uska lund lene ke liye taiyaar hogi
Aslam piche sai Sanskriti ko jate huye dekh raha tha.. Chalte waqt uski lachakti hui gand dekh kar aslam ek pal ke liye madhosh hone laga.. Uska lund phadphadane laga.. Upar se Sanskriti ka cream color sleeveless aur backless blouse, jisme ek 2 inch ki patti hi thi jo uski pith par thi.. Ek kandha jo sari ka pallu liya hua tha uss par se niche kuch kam dikh raha tha kyun ki pallu bich mai aa raha tha.. Par dusri side ka pura view kamar tak nanga tha sivay ek patli si blouse ki patti ke aur sanskriti ke lambe balo ke alawa… Aslam sanskriti ki gand ko dekhata rehta hai.. (Haye Sali..Iss gand mai apna musal to ghusana hi hai… Bus moka milne de..)
Thoda age jaa kar Sanskriti hath kar ke rickshaw ko rokti hai aur richshaw wale ko address samjahti hai… Iss doran wo thodi jhukti hai aur uski gand thodi bahar nikalti hai.. Aslam piche khada huva yahi dekh raha tha.. Wo apne lund ko Lungi ke upar se masalne lagta hai..Rickshaw wale se baat tay hone ke baad Sanskriti Aslam ki taraf mudti hai use ek baar bye wish karne ke liye… Par Aslam ko apne lund ko masalte dekh ek dam se wapas mud jati hai.. Wo soch nahi payi ke Aslam use dekh kar kuch kar raha hai.. Ya shayad khujli kar raha hai ?!!
Phir usne socha ( Nahi esa nahi hoga.. Sirf mera bharam hai… Pata nahi mai bhi kya kya soch rahi hu)
Wo dobara mud kar dekhti hai aur Aslam ko muskurata hua papa hai… Sidha khad huva Aslam ne apna lund masalna tabhi band kar diya tha jab Sanskriti ek bar piche mud kar sidhi hui thi.. Wo apna chance shuru hone se pehle hi nahi khona chah raha tha… Aur sidhe khade Aslam ko dekh kar Sanskriti bhi apni pehli soch ko apna bharam man leti hai… Uska ek maan ye janta tha ki ye bharam nahi tha.. Aslam sach mai apna lund hila raha tha.. Par dusra man jo Aslam ki madad karna chah raha tha.. Jo kisi tarah se Aslam ke is rough behaviour ko thoda pasand karta tha wo Aslam ko nirdosh sabhit karna chah raha tha.. Aur aakhir mai Aslam ki side wala man hi jeet jata hai.. kyun ki Sanskriti bhi yahi chah rahi thi..
Wo Rickshw wale ko age badhne ke liye kehti hai aur richshaw age badhne lagti hai.. Jate waqt wo rickshaw se Aslam ko dekh kar ek baar muskurati hai.. Aslam bhi use jate huye dekh kar bye karta hai aur jate huye rickshaw ko dekh kar sochta hai..( Kal tak ka mai kaise intejaar karunga Janeman?…kab teri choot ka pani chakhne ko milega? Kab mere lode ko tere moh ki garmi naseeb hogi.? Kab mere lode ko teri choot ki diwaro ko choda karneka moka milega? ? Aur kab banegi tu meri Rand.??)
Rickshaw mai pure waqt Sanskriti Aslam ke bare mai hi sochti rehti hai.. Wo chah kar bhi Aslam ko apne dimag se hata nahi pati hai.. Pure raste mai jo bhi bate hui wo Sanskriti ke dimag mai jaise movie ki tarah chal rahi thi…
Sanskriti aaj tak kisi se dabi nahi thi…Kisi ne aaj tak Aslam ki tarah authorative tone mai Sanskriti se baat nahi ki thi.. Use aaj tak jo bhi mila pyar karne wala mila.. Par Aslam ke aggressive behaviour mai kuch baat thi.. Wo Sanskriti ko apni aur khich raha tha.. Sanskriti Aslam ko sex ke irrade se nahi, par haaa! Soch jaroor rahi thi. Aslam jis tarah se khule aam ‘Tu tu’ kehkar bula raha tha..use galiya de raha tha.. Esi feeling use aaj tak nahi hui thi.. Kisi ka us par Haq ho vaise baat karna Sanskriti ke liye ek nayi baat thi.. Use ye pata nahi chal paa raha tha ki use ye feeling pasand hai ya nahi.. Bas use ye feeling buri nahi lag rahi thi…
(Ye mahaj ek infectuation hai.. Kisi cheej ko ager pehli baar experience karo aur agar wo chij buri na lage to dimag use phir se experiece karna chahta hai.. Aur kai bar use pasand karne ke bahane sochne lagta hai… Shayad mere sath bhi yahi ho raha hai.. Aur issi liye mujhe Aslam baar baar yaad aa raha hai..)
Sanskriti jab issi dimagi udhedbund mai thi, thodi der mai Sanskriti ka ghar aa gaya… Raat ke takriban 9 baj rahe the..Rickshw wale ko paise de kar.. Sanskriti ghar ki aur chal di…
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