03-04-2025, 08:34 AM
[url=https://////.live/threads/aahat-ek-cuckold-ki-sanak.173888/post-10774994][/url]Chapter 6
Main office mein baitha tha. Mera dil kar raha tha ki main us chutiye ko phone lagaun, pata karun ki kya chal raha hai, lekin main unhe disturb bhi nahi karna chahta tha. Isliye main andar hi andar ghut aur jal raha tha—ek aisi jalan jo mere lund ko ek pal bhi sone nahi de rahi thi.
Teen ghante beetate hi main apne manager ke cabin mein gaya aur unhe apni biwi ke clinic ki baat batayi. Yeh keh ke nikal gaya ki Noor ko ghar drop karke main ek ghante mein office wapas aa jaunga. Mere manager ne chidate hue mujhe jaane ke liye keh diya.
Main apni bike se seedha ladies clinic nikala, jahan meri pyari biwi Noor check-up karwa rahi thi. Main clinic pahunch gaya aur phir maine Noor ko call lagaya. Lekin mujhe ehsaas hua ki office mein hi pehle mujhe usse baat kar leni chahiye thi—kahin woh abhi bhi busy ho?
- “Noor, kahan hain aap? Check-up ho gaya na?”
- “Aa rahi hun, Rizwan ke abbu. 2 minute.”
Maine phone kaat diya aur Noor ka intezaar karne laga. Woh clinic se nikli, aisa bartao karte jaise kuchh usne kiya hi na ho—upar se neeche tak meri Noor burqe mein thi. Use dekh main mann hi mann muskaya aur awaaz di, “Noor, idhar!” Meri awaaz sun Noor mere paas tezi se aayi aur mere kandhe pe haath rakh ke woh bike pe mere peechhe baith gayi. Maine usse poochha, “Sab khairiyat na Noor? Report kab tak aayegi?” Meri yeh baat sun Noor thodi ghabrai, “W-woh, Rizwan ke abbu, madam ne kaha sab sahi hai. Report nikalwane ki zarurat nahi hai.” Main uske is pyare se jhooth se khushi se jhul gaya aur socha, “Batao Noor, tum kitni pyari jhooth bolti ho.” Maine bike tezi se aage badhai—mere kandhe pe Noor ka haath kasa hua tha, wahi haath jis se usne aaj us kameene ka lund pakada tha. Main uske honth burqe ki wajah se dekh to nahi paya, lekin mujhe yakeen tha ki lund muh mein lene ke baad Noor aur bhi haseen dikh rahi hogi.
Main ghar pahuncha to Noor bike se utar gayi. Usne mujhe kaha, “Rizwan ke abbu, aap nasta karke jao. Ab ghar aa hi gaye ho to.” Maine jawaab diya, “Nahi Noor, mera manager waise hi mere sir pe chadha hua hai. Aur late karunga to faltu ka nautanki karega.” Yeh bol main bike aage badha diya aur kuchh pal mein main wapas office mein tha.
Office mein pahunchte hi main turant us harami ko message kiya—mere andar chul machi thi jaanne ki kya hua:
- “Kya be, kya hua cinema mein?”
Udhar se mere message bhejte hi jawaab aaya—itni jaldi reply dekh mere andar sukoon aaya:
- “Kuchh nahi yaar, bas movie dekha hum dono ne. Achchhi film thi.”
Main uske is jhooth ko padh hans pada aur phir maine phone pe type kiya:
- “Hath saale, sach-sach bata kya hua wahan!”
- “Saale, teri wife mast hai be, lekin ekdam nausikhiya hai. Tune saale kuchh sikhaya hai bhi ki nahi use?”
Main yeh jaise hi padha, mere lund ne jaise awaaz lagai.
- “Kya hua, batao saale! Ghuma-phira kyun rahe ho?”
- “Tujhe sach jaan ke kya milega? Main kuchh nahi bata raha. Teri biwi hai na, poochh le usse.”
Uski aisi baat sun mujhe samajh mein nahi aa raha tha ki main kaise aage badhun, kaise uska muh khulwaun.
- “Batao na yaar, please! Batao na kya hua!”
- “Chal theek hai. Maine tujhse kya kaha tha? Ki mera lund muh mein legi—bhale tera zindagi bhar na liya ho.”
Yeh padhte hi mere saamne cinema hall ka woh tasveer, jo maine khud apni aankhon se dekha tha, dobara chalu ho gaya.
- “Usne tumhara muh mein liya?”
- “Bilkul, aur legi hi. Boyfriend hun main uska, tere jaisa gaandu sauhar nahi, lol.”
BF? Yeh kab hua? Lekin jo bhi hua, achchha hua. Mera lund pe mera haath tezi se mere chhote se cabin mein chalne laga.
- “Boyfriend?”
- “Haan saale, kitni mehnat ki hai maine use patane mein. Aise thodi chhod dunga, haha!”
- “Mat chhod bhai, bana raho uska BF. Lekin mujhe bata to aur kya-kya hua!”
- “Kuchh khaas nahi be uske alawa. Teri biwi teri Ammi se bahut darti hai be—ghar mein use kapde nikalne mein gaand phatati hai. Lekin cinema ghar mein to salwar bhi utar di.”
Yeh bahut tha mere liye. Meri taqat ne mujhe isi pal dhokha de diya, aur maine apna paani office ke file pe nikalna shuru kar diya. Mujhe tez jhatke aa rahe the. Yun to maine yeh pehle hi dekh rakha tha, uske muh se yeh sab sun mere to jaise haal behaal ho gaya tha.
- “Sach bata saale, tu zyada der nahi tik pata hai na?”
- “Nahi yaar.”
Maine use sach-sach bataya.
- “Haan, teri biwi ko asli mard ki aadat hi nahi hai. Saali turant thak jaati hai.”
“Asli mard”—mera nazar baar-baar ispe jaa raha tha, aur main sochne laga, “Kya main asli mard nahi hun? Lund to hai mera bhi. Kya yeh sach bol raha hai?” Mere dil ke kone se awaaz aayi, jise main daba nahi paya: “Tu cucky hai Imran, asli mard nahi. Tera kaam hai apni biwi aur uske aashiq ko khush rakhna.” Yeh soch main muskaane laga.
- “Haan yaar, tum asli mard ho. Isliye woh tumhara itna saath de rahi hai.”
- “Bahut kuchh sikhana padega teri biwi ko.”
- “Haan to sikhao na yaar! Tumne hi to bola ki tumhari ab woh girlfriend hai. Ab to tumhara bhi haq hai uspe.”
- “Haha, sahi kaha be tu gaandu! Teri biwi ab meri item hai, aur tu mera bhadwa.”
Yeh message padh-padh mera lund dobara tanane laga. Saala, mujhe yakeen nahi aa raha tha ki mera lund bhi itni aasani se tan sakta hai, aur itni jaldi-jaldi.
- “Haan yaar, ab woh tumhari setting hai pehle, aur meri biwi baad mein. Tumhe uske saath jo karna hai karo, main pura saath dunga…”
Yeh likhte hi mera lund phawara dobara file mein chhodne laga. Woh ek client ki important file thi, jisme main do-dafa lund ka paani ugal diya tha. Main apni chair pe baitha haanf raha tha, aur meri nazar us file pe gayi jispe mere bacche tair rahe the. Yeh sheher ke ek bade seth ka file tha, aur maine apna sir peet liya.
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Main shaam ko ghar aaya. Ghar mein wohi ho raha tha jo hamesha hota hai—Ammi mere bete ke saath khel rahi thi, Abbu chhat pe hawa kha rahe the, aur Noor kitchen mein raat ke khane ki tayyari kar rahi thi. Main apna bag rakh Noor ko awaaz lagaya, “Noor, chai bana do na please mere liye.” Ispe kitchen se hi uski awaaz aayi, “Abhi laayi, Rizwan ke abbu.” Main kursi pe baith gaya aur chai ka intezaar karte-karte maine phone pe us kameene ke saath ki hui baat check ki. Mera lund haule-haule khada hone laga. Lekin mera dhyaan tuta jab Noor ne meri chai mere saamne rakhi aur poochha, “Nasta le aaun, Rizwan ke abbu?” Main uski baat na sun uske honth ko ghurane laga. Yeh honth aaj ek gair mard ke lund ke charo aur the—yeh sochte maine apne aap ko sudhara aur apne mann mein bola, “Nahi, gair mard nahi, meri biwi apne boyfriend se mil ke aa rahi hai, aur isme kuchh galat nahi hai.” Mujhe apna text yaad aaya. Isi beech Noor ne mujhe hilaya aur kaha, “Rizwan ke abbu, kahan kho gaye? Nasta laun ki nahi? Ammi-Abbu ke liye banaya tha, aapke liye bhi le aaun?” Noor ko meri chinta dekh mera dil bhar aaya, aur maine usse pyar se kaha, “Haan, le aao.” Aur maine andar apni rooh se kaha, “Bhale Noor uski setting ho, lekin biwi woh meri hi rahegi.” Mere chehre pe badi si smile thi, aur mujhe andar se bahut achchha mehsoos ho raha tha. Main wahan se uth apni Ammi ke paas gaya aur Rizwan ko main bhi puchkarane laga.
Main office mein baitha tha. Mera dil kar raha tha ki main us chutiye ko phone lagaun, pata karun ki kya chal raha hai, lekin main unhe disturb bhi nahi karna chahta tha. Isliye main andar hi andar ghut aur jal raha tha—ek aisi jalan jo mere lund ko ek pal bhi sone nahi de rahi thi.
Teen ghante beetate hi main apne manager ke cabin mein gaya aur unhe apni biwi ke clinic ki baat batayi. Yeh keh ke nikal gaya ki Noor ko ghar drop karke main ek ghante mein office wapas aa jaunga. Mere manager ne chidate hue mujhe jaane ke liye keh diya.
Main apni bike se seedha ladies clinic nikala, jahan meri pyari biwi Noor check-up karwa rahi thi. Main clinic pahunch gaya aur phir maine Noor ko call lagaya. Lekin mujhe ehsaas hua ki office mein hi pehle mujhe usse baat kar leni chahiye thi—kahin woh abhi bhi busy ho?
- “Noor, kahan hain aap? Check-up ho gaya na?”
- “Aa rahi hun, Rizwan ke abbu. 2 minute.”
Maine phone kaat diya aur Noor ka intezaar karne laga. Woh clinic se nikli, aisa bartao karte jaise kuchh usne kiya hi na ho—upar se neeche tak meri Noor burqe mein thi. Use dekh main mann hi mann muskaya aur awaaz di, “Noor, idhar!” Meri awaaz sun Noor mere paas tezi se aayi aur mere kandhe pe haath rakh ke woh bike pe mere peechhe baith gayi. Maine usse poochha, “Sab khairiyat na Noor? Report kab tak aayegi?” Meri yeh baat sun Noor thodi ghabrai, “W-woh, Rizwan ke abbu, madam ne kaha sab sahi hai. Report nikalwane ki zarurat nahi hai.” Main uske is pyare se jhooth se khushi se jhul gaya aur socha, “Batao Noor, tum kitni pyari jhooth bolti ho.” Maine bike tezi se aage badhai—mere kandhe pe Noor ka haath kasa hua tha, wahi haath jis se usne aaj us kameene ka lund pakada tha. Main uske honth burqe ki wajah se dekh to nahi paya, lekin mujhe yakeen tha ki lund muh mein lene ke baad Noor aur bhi haseen dikh rahi hogi.
Main ghar pahuncha to Noor bike se utar gayi. Usne mujhe kaha, “Rizwan ke abbu, aap nasta karke jao. Ab ghar aa hi gaye ho to.” Maine jawaab diya, “Nahi Noor, mera manager waise hi mere sir pe chadha hua hai. Aur late karunga to faltu ka nautanki karega.” Yeh bol main bike aage badha diya aur kuchh pal mein main wapas office mein tha.
Office mein pahunchte hi main turant us harami ko message kiya—mere andar chul machi thi jaanne ki kya hua:
- “Kya be, kya hua cinema mein?”
Udhar se mere message bhejte hi jawaab aaya—itni jaldi reply dekh mere andar sukoon aaya:
- “Kuchh nahi yaar, bas movie dekha hum dono ne. Achchhi film thi.”
Main uske is jhooth ko padh hans pada aur phir maine phone pe type kiya:
- “Hath saale, sach-sach bata kya hua wahan!”
- “Saale, teri wife mast hai be, lekin ekdam nausikhiya hai. Tune saale kuchh sikhaya hai bhi ki nahi use?”
Main yeh jaise hi padha, mere lund ne jaise awaaz lagai.
- “Kya hua, batao saale! Ghuma-phira kyun rahe ho?”
- “Tujhe sach jaan ke kya milega? Main kuchh nahi bata raha. Teri biwi hai na, poochh le usse.”
Uski aisi baat sun mujhe samajh mein nahi aa raha tha ki main kaise aage badhun, kaise uska muh khulwaun.
- “Batao na yaar, please! Batao na kya hua!”
- “Chal theek hai. Maine tujhse kya kaha tha? Ki mera lund muh mein legi—bhale tera zindagi bhar na liya ho.”
Yeh padhte hi mere saamne cinema hall ka woh tasveer, jo maine khud apni aankhon se dekha tha, dobara chalu ho gaya.
- “Usne tumhara muh mein liya?”
- “Bilkul, aur legi hi. Boyfriend hun main uska, tere jaisa gaandu sauhar nahi, lol.”
BF? Yeh kab hua? Lekin jo bhi hua, achchha hua. Mera lund pe mera haath tezi se mere chhote se cabin mein chalne laga.
- “Boyfriend?”
- “Haan saale, kitni mehnat ki hai maine use patane mein. Aise thodi chhod dunga, haha!”
- “Mat chhod bhai, bana raho uska BF. Lekin mujhe bata to aur kya-kya hua!”
- “Kuchh khaas nahi be uske alawa. Teri biwi teri Ammi se bahut darti hai be—ghar mein use kapde nikalne mein gaand phatati hai. Lekin cinema ghar mein to salwar bhi utar di.”
Yeh bahut tha mere liye. Meri taqat ne mujhe isi pal dhokha de diya, aur maine apna paani office ke file pe nikalna shuru kar diya. Mujhe tez jhatke aa rahe the. Yun to maine yeh pehle hi dekh rakha tha, uske muh se yeh sab sun mere to jaise haal behaal ho gaya tha.
- “Sach bata saale, tu zyada der nahi tik pata hai na?”
- “Nahi yaar.”
Maine use sach-sach bataya.
- “Haan, teri biwi ko asli mard ki aadat hi nahi hai. Saali turant thak jaati hai.”
“Asli mard”—mera nazar baar-baar ispe jaa raha tha, aur main sochne laga, “Kya main asli mard nahi hun? Lund to hai mera bhi. Kya yeh sach bol raha hai?” Mere dil ke kone se awaaz aayi, jise main daba nahi paya: “Tu cucky hai Imran, asli mard nahi. Tera kaam hai apni biwi aur uske aashiq ko khush rakhna.” Yeh soch main muskaane laga.
- “Haan yaar, tum asli mard ho. Isliye woh tumhara itna saath de rahi hai.”
- “Bahut kuchh sikhana padega teri biwi ko.”
- “Haan to sikhao na yaar! Tumne hi to bola ki tumhari ab woh girlfriend hai. Ab to tumhara bhi haq hai uspe.”
- “Haha, sahi kaha be tu gaandu! Teri biwi ab meri item hai, aur tu mera bhadwa.”
Yeh message padh-padh mera lund dobara tanane laga. Saala, mujhe yakeen nahi aa raha tha ki mera lund bhi itni aasani se tan sakta hai, aur itni jaldi-jaldi.
- “Haan yaar, ab woh tumhari setting hai pehle, aur meri biwi baad mein. Tumhe uske saath jo karna hai karo, main pura saath dunga…”
Yeh likhte hi mera lund phawara dobara file mein chhodne laga. Woh ek client ki important file thi, jisme main do-dafa lund ka paani ugal diya tha. Main apni chair pe baitha haanf raha tha, aur meri nazar us file pe gayi jispe mere bacche tair rahe the. Yeh sheher ke ek bade seth ka file tha, aur maine apna sir peet liya.
---
Main shaam ko ghar aaya. Ghar mein wohi ho raha tha jo hamesha hota hai—Ammi mere bete ke saath khel rahi thi, Abbu chhat pe hawa kha rahe the, aur Noor kitchen mein raat ke khane ki tayyari kar rahi thi. Main apna bag rakh Noor ko awaaz lagaya, “Noor, chai bana do na please mere liye.” Ispe kitchen se hi uski awaaz aayi, “Abhi laayi, Rizwan ke abbu.” Main kursi pe baith gaya aur chai ka intezaar karte-karte maine phone pe us kameene ke saath ki hui baat check ki. Mera lund haule-haule khada hone laga. Lekin mera dhyaan tuta jab Noor ne meri chai mere saamne rakhi aur poochha, “Nasta le aaun, Rizwan ke abbu?” Main uski baat na sun uske honth ko ghurane laga. Yeh honth aaj ek gair mard ke lund ke charo aur the—yeh sochte maine apne aap ko sudhara aur apne mann mein bola, “Nahi, gair mard nahi, meri biwi apne boyfriend se mil ke aa rahi hai, aur isme kuchh galat nahi hai.” Mujhe apna text yaad aaya. Isi beech Noor ne mujhe hilaya aur kaha, “Rizwan ke abbu, kahan kho gaye? Nasta laun ki nahi? Ammi-Abbu ke liye banaya tha, aapke liye bhi le aaun?” Noor ko meri chinta dekh mera dil bhar aaya, aur maine usse pyar se kaha, “Haan, le aao.” Aur maine andar apni rooh se kaha, “Bhale Noor uski setting ho, lekin biwi woh meri hi rahegi.” Mere chehre pe badi si smile thi, aur mujhe andar se bahut achchha mehsoos ho raha tha. Main wahan se uth apni Ammi ke paas gaya aur Rizwan ko main bhi puchkarane laga.
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