Romance Girls' college — by Shakespeare002

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9


Shanivar ka din tha. Shamsher laboratory mein baitha 10 class ke practical ke liye chemicals taiyaar kar raha thha. Uske dimag se disha nikalne ka naam nahi le rahi. Kareeb 10 din beet jane par bhi usko disha ki taraf se koi aisa signal nahi mil saka tha jisse wah usko apni bahon mein le sake. Wo to usse baat hi khulkar nahi karti thhi. Usne socha tha ki vani ke aagay kumbhkarn wali acting karne ke baad shayad disha uske sote huye koi aisi harkat karey. Jisse wah uske mann ki baat jaan sake. Par abhi tak aisa kuchh nahi hua tha.


Achanak lab ke bahar se aawaj aayi, "may i come in sir?"

“yes,pls!” shamsher ne andar baitha baithe hi kaha. Wo lab mein almariyon ke peechhe kursi par baitha tha.

Neha ne andar aakar poochha,"sir aap kahan ho"

“arey bhai yahan hoon.” shamsher ke hathon mein rang laga hua tha.

Neha uske paas jakar khadi ho gayi,“sir, abhi se holi khelne ki taiyaari kar rahe hain. Abhi to 5 din baki hain” Neha ne chutaki li. Ladkiyan usse kafi ghul mil gayi thi.

Shamsher ne rang uske galon par laga diya aur bola “lo khel bhi li”.

Neha ne najrein jhuka li. Baki ladkiyon ki tarah uske mann mein bhi apne sir ke liye kuchh jyada hi lagav tha. Alhad mast umar mein aise chhabile ko dekhkar aisa hona swabhivik hi tha.

“bolo! Kya baat hai neha”

Neha: sir, pls gussa mat hona! Mujhe disha ne bheja hai.

Shamsher ki aankhein chamak uthhi, “bolo!”

Neha,“sir wo kah rahi thi ki…. ki aap usse abhi tak naraj ho kya?”

Shamsher: naraj!…. Kyon?

Neha: sir… Wo to pata nahi!

Shamsher ne sabun se haath dhoye aur jane uske mann mein kya soojhi usne neha ke kameej se apne hath pochh diye.

Neha ki siski nikal gayi. Sir ke hath uski gand ke ubharon par lagey thhey. Ye sparsh usko itna madhur laga ki uski aankhe band ho gayi, “sir ye aap kya kar rahe ho?”

Usne aankhein band kiye kiye hi poochha.

Shamsher: holi khel raha hoon. Dikhta nahi kya. Wo hansne laga. Neha ki to jaise siti baj gayi. Halanki disha ke samne wo youvan aur sundarati mein wo fiki lagti thi par usko hajaron mein ek to kaha hi ja sakta thha.

Neha. Na hili na boli. Bus jad si khadi rahi. Uska ek yaar tha gaanv mein. Kayi bar mouka milne par uski chuchiyan masal chuka tha, par sir ke haathon ki baat hi kuchh aur thi.

Shamsher ne fir uske chutadon par thapki di, ye thapki thodi kadak thi, neha sihar gayi aur uske munh se nikla,“aah sss..irrrr!”

Shamsher: kya madam? Usko pata tha houle houle jawani ko tadpa tadpa kar uska ras pine ka maja hi alag hai.

Neha: ssir.. Kuchh nahi. 
Uska dil kar raha tha jaise sir uske sare shareer mein aise hi suyiyaan si chubhote rahe.

Shamsher: kuchh nahi to jao fir!

Neha kuchh na boli, ek bar tarasti nigahon se shamsher ko dekha aur wahi khadi rahi.

Shamsher samajh raha tha ki ab iska paani niklne hi wala hai. Wo chahta to wahan kuchh bhi kar sakta tha, par usko darr tha ki ye disha ki saheli hai, usko bata diya to uski madmast jawani haath se nikal sakti thhi.

Shamsher ne kaha, “disha se kah dena, haan mein usse naraj hoon!”

Neha ka jane ka mann to nahi tha par iss bar wah nahi ruki…

Neha shamsher ki aankhon mein vasna dekh chuki thi. Kuchh bhi ho usse kuchh bhi bur nahi laga tha. Lab se nikalte huye uski aankho ki khumari ko saaf saaf padha ja sakta tha. Uski chuchiyan kasmasa raha thi buri tarah. Unka haal aisa ho raha tha jaise barson se pinjare mein kaid kabootar aajad hone ke liye fadfada rahe hon. 
Wah bathroom mein gayi aur apni choot ko kuredne lagi. Wo buri tarah lal ho rahi thi. Neha ne apni ungali choot mein ghusa di."aa…ah" uski aag aur bhadak uthhi. Wah disha ko sir ki kamuk chhedchhad ke barey mein batana chahti thi. Par usko pata tha disha ko ye batein bahut gandi lagti thi. Kahin uski saheli usse naraj na ho jaye. Yahi sochkar usne disha ko kuchh bhi na batane ka faisla kar liya. Choot mein ghusi ungali ki speed tej hoti chali gayi aur anand ki charam seema par pahuch kar wo diwar se satkar haamfne lagi.

Class mein gayi to uska buura haal tha. Neha ko badhawas si dekhkar disha ke mann mein jane kya aaya, "kahan thi itni der?"

Neha: bathroom mein gayi thi

Disha: itni der?

Neha: arey yaar, fresh hokar aayi hoon, subah nahi ja payi thi.

Disha: sir ke pass gayi thi?

Neha: haan, par wahan se to 1 min mein hi aa gayi thi. (Neha ne jhhooth bola!)

Disha: k...kya sir.... Aaa.. Kya bole sir ji

Neha: haan wo naraj hain!Disha: par kyun?

Neha: mujhe kya pata, ye ya to tu jaane ya tere pyare sir ji! 
Neha ne aakhri shabdon par jyada hi jor dala.

Disha: ek baat bata, tera favourite teacher koun hai?

Neha: kyun?

Disha: bata na... Pls

Neha: wahi jo tere hain... Sabke hain... Sabhi ki juban par ek hi to naam hai aajkal!

Disha jal si gayi, "kyun maine kab kaha! Mera favourite to koi nahi hai."

Neha: fir mujhse kyun poochha. Chal chhod chhutti hone wali hai.