Misc. Erotica Nisha ki Life : Puraana Mohalla

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Update 27

Makusudhan bhai ne Nisha ki taraf dekhte hue, apne chehre par ek shararati muskaan bikheri. Unhone kaha, "Achha madam,  'chalo theek hai fir kabhi dekhenge' " Unki aankhon mein vasna ki chamak thi. "Jab bhi man kare, aapka Makusudhan bhai haazir hai, aur aapki pasand ki variety hamesha mil jaayegi."  makshudhan bhai tiral room se bahar chale gaye.

unke jaate hi Nisha ke gaal Makusudhan bhai ki baatein sunkar aur lal ho gaye. Unhein unki baaton mein chhupa dohra matlab saaf samajh aa raha tha. Woh jaldi-jaldi apne kapde pehenne lagin, saaree aur blouse, unke haath tezi se chal rahe the. Unki saansein abhi bhi tez thin, aur unke nipple tight ho rahe the. 

Nisha kuch der mein change karke counter pe agayi . 

Makshudhan bhai ne bra panty ka sales bill Nisha ki or badha diya.



Nisha ne Makusudhan bhai se bill liya, aur unki aankhon mein dekhe bina hi, jaldi se paise nikal kar de diye.  Nisha ne Makusudhan bhai ki taraf dekhkar ek halki si muskaan di, jismein sharam thi. Woh palatkar jaldi se "Dhanyawad, Makusudhan bhai," fusfusayin, aur dukan se bahar nikalne lagi.


Makusudhan bhai ne usse pukara, "Madam, ek baat kahoon?"
Nisha ruk gayi aur bolin, "Kahiye."
Makusudhan bhai ne uske jism ko sar se paanv tak dekhte hue kaha ki Nisha tum  toh bra panty ki model ban sakti ho, tumhara aisa jaanleva figure hai ki iske aage badi-badi heroines bhi fail hain.

Apni tareef sunkar Nisha sharma gayin. "Aap to bahut zyada meri tareef kar rahe hain,".
Makusudhan bhai ne kaha, "Aap hain hi is kabil." Yeh kehte hue unki nazre Nisha ke kurte ke upar thi.

Makusudhan bhai - mere  paas apke liye ek prastaav hai. isssmein aapka bhi phaayda hai apko meri dukan ka saal bhar ka bra panty ka stock, naye design wala, muft mielga.


Hairani se Nisha ki aankhein badi ho gayin. "Woh kaise?"

Makusudhan bhai ne kaha -  bas mera ek chhota sa kaam karna hoga.

Nisha unki niyat ko samajhkar thoda sa gussa hui 
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Makusudhan bhai ne kaha, "Arre madam, main to business proposal ki baat kar raha hoon, aap mere liye modeling karogi kya ?" 

Mera prastaav hai ki kya  aap meridukan ke liye kuch photoshoot karwana chahengi?.

 Lekin uske liye uske  nagn hona padega, sirf bra panty mein shoot hoga.

Nisha hairan reh gayin aur uski aankhein badi ho gayin. "Kya? Nahi, nahi. Main nahi kar sakti. Main shadishuda hoon, mera parivaar kabhi nahi manega is baat ke liye." 

Uski aawaz mein dar aur sharam thi.
Makusudhan bhai ne ek shaitani muskaan di. "Aapka chehra to dikhayi hi nahi dega, madam. 
Hum sirf gale se niche ki tasveer istemal karenge. Aapke jaisi figure wali aurat ka poster hum apni dukan ke bahar lagaayenge to humara business bahut badh jaayega."
Ek pal to Nisha ne socha bhi ki aakhir kya bura hai modeling karne mein, waise bhi uska chehra to dikhne nahi wala to kisi ko pata nahi chalega ki yeh uska poster hai.
 Phir ussne hichkichate hue kaha, "Mujhe thoda waqt chahiye, sochna padega."
Makusudhan bhai ne kaha, "Theek hai, mera number le lijiye. Aap soch-vichar karke mujhe phone kar dena."

Nisha Makusudhan bhai ka number lekar, bina waqt zaya kiye, dukan se bahar nikal gayi. Unke dimag mein ab Makusudhan bhai ka prastaav ghoom raha tha.

Makusudhan bhai ne phir se aawaz di, "Aap  socha ke jarur phone karna, model banengi naa?"

Makusudhan bhai ki aawaz sunkar Nisha thodi chaunk gayin, jo abhi bhi dukan ke darwaze par khade the. Woh palatkar unki taraf dekhti hain, unke chehre par abhi bhi bechaini aur ek anokha sawal hai. 

Man hi man woh sochti hain ki yeh aadmi unka pichha nahi chhodega. Unki saansein halki si tez thin. Uske honthon par ek halki, sharmindagi bhari muskaan aati hai, par uski aankhon mein ab ek nayi chamak hai, jo Makusudhan bhai ke prastaav ke baare mein sochne ki gehrai ko darsha rahi hai. "maine kaha naa sochungi kal ya parso bataungi, Makusudhan bhai." Woh dheere se fusfusati hain, unki aawaz mein halki si hichkichahat hai. "Bahut mushkil faisla hai."

Makusudhan bhai ne kaha, "Kya mushkil hai Nisha, aapka itna jaanleva figure hai, . Aapka photoshoot sirf gale tak hoga, chehra nahi dikhega."

Makusudhan bhai ki baat sunkar Nisha ke gaal sharam se lal ho gaye. Uski baatein, khaaskar "jaanleva figure"  wale comments, usse andar tak jhanjhod dete hain, par ek ajeeb sa nasha bhi chadh raha tha. 

Uski saansein tez thin, aur uska dil zoron se dhadak raha tha. Woh Makusudhan bhai ki hawas bhari nazrein mahsoos karti hain, jo unke jism par thahri thi. 

"Par... par log kya kahenge?" woh dheere se fusfusati hain, uski aawaz mein abhi bhi dar aur sharam hai, par uske saath hi ek anokhi utsukta bhi hai. Unke honthon par halki kampan thi. 

Woh ek pal ke liye sochti hain ki agar chehra nahi dikhega to kya sach mein koi nahi pehchan paayega? Yeh vichar unke dimag mein tezi se ghoomta hai. "Main... main aapko phone karoongi." Woh jaldi se kehkar, bina aur der kiye, wahan se tezi se nikal jaati hain, unki nazron ko mahsoos karti hui.

Dukan se bahar nikalne ke baad, Nisha tezi se ghar ki taraf badhti hain. Unke dimag mein ab Makusudhan bhai ka 'business proposal' ghoom raha tha. Ek taraf yeh dar tha ki agar Sunny ko pata chal gaya to kya hoga, doosri taraf modeling ki chamak aur saal bhar ke muft undergarments ka lalach bhi tha. Aur sabse badi baat, yeh ek naya anubhav hoga, jo unki badhti hui chahaton ko aur tript karega. Ghar pahunchkar, woh bina kisi aawaz ke andar aati hain. Sunny abhi tak nahi aaye the. Woh apne kamre mein jaati hain, aur aaine ke saamne khadi ho jaati hain. Apne jism ko dekhti hain, Makusudhan bhai ki tareefen unke kaanon mein goonj rahi thin. Uske stan aur nitamb, jo ab Kallu, Mr. Gupta, balwinder , mausaji aur Ramu ke sparsh se aur bhi gadraye lagte the, ab Makusudhan bhai ki nazron se bhi guzre the. Kya sach mein unka figure itna 'jaanleva' hai? Woh apne haathon se apne stanon ko sehlati hain, unhein Makusudhan bhai ki nazron se dekhti hain.


Raat ko Sunny ke aane par, Nisha poori tarah se samanya vyavhar karti hain, jaise kuch hua hi nahi ho. Dono dinner karte hain, aur Nisha Sunny ko bazaar mein undergarments ki dukan ke baare mein kuch bhi nahi batatin. Us raat, jab Sunny gehri neend mein hote hain, Nisha apni aankhein kholkar chhat par leti rehti hain. Makusudhan bhai ka prastaav uske dimag mein tezi se ghoom raha tha. Muft undergarments ka offer, aur sabse badhkar, ek alag tarah ka anubhav, jismein uska jism ek 'model' ke roop mein istemal hoga, bina chehra dikhaye. Kya yeh galat hai? Par Kallu, Mr. Gupta, aur Ramu ke saath jo hua, uske baad kya hi galat hai? Unki pyaas ab aur bhi badh chuki hai, aur unhein lagta hai ki yeh modeling ka mauka unki chahaton ko naya roop dega. Woh man hi man faisla kar leti hain. Agli subah, Ravivaar hai, aur Sunny dukan par jaayenge. Uske paas poora din hoga Makusudhan bhai se baat karne ke liye.


Agli din subah ravivaar tha. Nisha ki aaj college duty ki chhutti thi. Raat ko woh sirf bra panty aur Sunny ki dheeli dhaali safed shirt pehenkar soyin thin. 'Ding dong dong dong' ki ghanti baj rahi thi. Nisha jagi aur ek madak angdaai li. Aur socha ki subah 10 baje kaun hoga? Courier ya Sheela ya koi aur? Nisha ghar pe akeli thi.


Subah ke 10 baj rahe the. Ghanti ki aawaaz sunkar Nisha ne neend me hi angdaai li. Wah akeli thi, kyuki Sunny dukaan ja chuka tha, aur usne raat ko sirf ek dheeli-dhaali safed shirt pehni hui thi. Ghanti ki aawaaz baar-baar aa rahi thi. Use laga ki ya toh courier waala hoga ya phir Sheila. Wah uthi, apni shirt ke button theek kiye, aur darwaaze ki taraf badhi.

Darwaaza kholte hi Nisha chaunk gayi. Saamne Mr. Gupta khade the. 



Unke chehre par na toh koi pareshaani thi aur na hi darr. Iske bajaay, unke honthon par ek shararti muskaan thi aur unki aankhein hamesha ki tarah Nisha ke sharir par tiki hui thin.


"Good Morning, beta," Mr. Gupta ne kaha, unki aawaaz me ek ajeeb-si chiknaahat thi. "Aaj subah-subah socha ki tum akeli hogi, toh tumhaare saath thodi coffee pee lun."
Nisha ko unki baat sunkar gussa aaya. Wah jaanti thi ki wah kis iraade se aaye hain. Usne darwaaze par hi unhe rokne ki koshish ki. "Aaj nahi, uncle," usne thodi rookhi aawaaz me kaha. "Main abhi uthi hun, aur mera mood theek nahi hai." Mr. Gupta ne muskuraate hue Nisha ke khule gale me jhaanka. "Are, mood toh mera bhi nahi tha, par tumhein dekhkar ban gaya," unhone kaha aur bina ijaazat ke hi darwaaze ke andar ghus gaye.
"Kya kar rahe hain aap?" Nisha ghabraakar boli. "Kuch nahi, beta," unhone kaha. "Bas tumhein thodi-si maalish kar dun. Tumhaari peeth bahut dukh rahi hogi na?" Unki aawaaz me chhipi hui hawas aur shararat ko Nisha achchhi tarah samajh rahi thi.
Nisha ko pata tha ki boodha itne dino se pyaasa hai toh maanega nahi. Upar se Nisha ne khud sirf ek shirt me uske saamne aakar aag me ghee ka kaam kar diya hai. Usne man hi man socha ki ab wah unhein rok nahi paayegi. Usne apne andar ki ghabraahat ko dabaaya aur chehre par ek shararti muskaan le aayi.
"Theek hai, uncle," Nisha ne kaha, uski aawaaz me ab ghabraahat ki jagah ek ajeeb-si masti thi. "Agar aapko maalish hi karni hai toh phir kijiye." Mr. Gupta ki aankhein chamak uthin. Unhone socha ki Nisha maan gayi hai. "Bahut achchhe, beta," unhone kaha, aur apna haath Nisha ki peeth par rakhne lage. 




Nisha ne unka haath pakda aur boli, "Par meri ek shart hai." Mr. Gupta chaunk gaye. "Kaisi shart?" "Aap pehle mujhe mera kaam karne denge," Nisha ne kaha. "Main abhi-abhi uthi hun, mujhe bahut bhookh lagi hai. Pehle main naashta karungi, phir aap jo kahenge wah karungi." Mr. Gupta thoda hichkichaaye, par Nisha ki aankhon me chhipi hui chunauti ko dekhkar wah maan gaye. "Theek hai, theek hai," unhone kaha. "Par jaldi karna." Nisha muskuraayi aur rasoi me chali gayi. Mr. Gupta wahin baithe uska intzaar karne lage.


Nisha jaise hi naashta banane ke liye kitchen me jaane lagi, Mr. Gupta ne use roka. Unki aankhein ab poori tarah se uski shirt ke neeche chhipi chikni taangon par thin. "Meri bhi ek shart hai," unhone kaha, unki aawaaz me ek kaamuk adhikaar tha. "Tum naashta meri god me baithkar karogi." Nisha ek pal ke liye chaunk gayi. Uske chehre par ek halki-si ghabraahat aayi, par usne turant khud ko sambhaala. Yah chunauti use pasand aayi. Usne apni kamar ko halka-sa matkaate hue Mr. Gupta ki or dekha aur ek shararti muskaan ke saath boli, "Uncle, aap bhi na... boodhe ho gaye hain, par harkatein jawaanon waali karte hain." Mr. Gupta ki aankhon me chamak aa gayi. "Are, jawaani toh tum jaisi ladkiyon ko dekhkar waapas aa jaati hai," unhone kaha aur Nisha ka haath pakadkar use apni or kheenchne lage. Nisha muskuraayi aur unke saamne rakhi kursi par baith gayi.
(Mr. Gupta ki aankhon me hawas thi, wah Nisha ki chikni jaanghon ko ghoor rahe the. Unka haath Nisha ki kamar par tha, aur wah use apni god me bithaana chahte the.) Nisha ne unke haathon ko hataaya aur ek nakli gussa dikhaate hue kaha, "Affo, chhodiye na! Pehle naashta toh banane dijiye. Phir main aakar aapki god me baith ke naashta karungi." Nisha ki baat sunkar Mr. Gupta ke chehre par ek badi-si muskaan aa gayi. Unhein laga ki Nisha maan gayi hai. Wah apne honthon par ungli ferte hue bole, "Toh theek hai, meri raani. Main yahin baithkar tumhaara intzaar karunga. Par yaad rakhna, mujhe naashte se zyaada tumhaara saath pasand hai." Nisha muskuraati hui kitchen me chali gayi, uske dil ki dhadkan tez thi. 



Mr. Gupta sofe par baithe the, unki aankhein Nisha ki har harkat par tiki thin. Tabhi Nisha naashte ki tray lekar aati hai, jis par corn flakes ka katora aur chai ka cup rakha tha. Jaisa usne waada kiya tha, wah muskuraati hui Mr. Gupta ki god me baith jaati hai. Nisha ke baithte hi, Mr. Gupta ke chehre par ek kaamuk muskaan aa gayi. Unki baahein khud-ba-khud Nisha ki kamar ke ird-gird kas gain. Unhein laga jaise unhein naashte se zyaada swaadisht cheez mil gayi ho. Nisha ke baalon ki khushboo unke chehre par aa rahi thi, aur uske sharir ki garmi se unka jism aur bhi uttejit ho raha tha. Nisha ne naashte ki tray ko apne ghutnon par rakha aur corn flakes khaane lagi. "Uncle, aap bhi kuch lenge?" usne shararti andaaz me poochha. "Haan," Mr. Gupta ne kaha, unki aankhein Nisha ke bhare hue seene par thin. "Mujhe toh bas tumhaari company chahiye." Nisha is baat ko samajh gayi aur muskura di. Wah jaanti thi ki aaj ka din ab ek naye khel ki shuruaat karne waala hai, aur Mr. Gupta ko naashte se zyaada kuch aur hi chahiye.




Nisha ne ek maadak angdaai lete hue Mr. Gupta se kaha, "Meri company toh ab aapne le hi li hai subah-subah. Main bechaari abhi tak theek se jaagi bhi nahi thi aur aapne aake mujhe apni god me bitha liya." Is maadak angdaai se uske stan aur bhi zyaada ubhar aaye. "Lekin pet pooja ke liye aap kuch lenge, kuch piyenge? Chai ya coffee?" Mr. Gupta ne apni nazrein Nisha ke ubhare hue stanon par tika din aur ek kaamuk muskaan ke saath kaha, "Main toh doodh peene aur pilaane  aaya tha aur woh bhi taaza-taaza." Mr. Gupta ka jawaab sunkar Nisha ek pal ke liye sharma gayi, par uske honthon par ek shararti muskaan aa gayi. Wah jaanti thi ki Mr. Gupta ka ishaara kahaan tha.
Mr. Gupta ki kaamuk tippani sunkar Nisha ne unke gaalon par ek halki-si shararti thapki di aur kaha, "Bade badmaash hain aap! Mujhe pehle naashta toh karne dijiye." Usne muskuraate hue apne corn flakes ke katore ko uthaaya aur ek chammach munh me daala, lekin uski aankhein lagaataar Mr. Gupta par tiki hui thin. Wah jaanti thi ki wah apne naashte se zyaada Mr. Gupta ko chidhaane ka aanand le rahi thi. Mr. Gupta ne bhi Nisha ki is adaa par ek gahri saans li aur use dekhte rahe. "Naashte ke baad," Nisha ne apni aankhein matkaate hue kaha, "main aapke baare me sochungi ki aapka doodh taaza-taaza hai ya baasi." Nisha ki is baat par Mr. Gupta ka chehra laal ho gaya. Unhein laga ki Nisha unhein chidha rahi hai, par saath hi unki ummeed bhi badh gayi. Wah jaante the ki Nisha ab poori tarah se is khel me shaamil ho chuki hai.
Naashte ki tray Nisha ki god me thi, aur wah Mr. Gupta ki god me baithi hui thi. Mr. Gupta ke haath lagaataar Nisha ki nangi jaanghon ko sahlaa rahe the. "Nisha," Mr. Gupta ne kaha, unki aawaaz kaamukta se bhari hui thi. "Nimmi ki shaadi se laut ke toh tu aur bhi maadak ho gayi hai. Teri ye jaanghein toh doodh ki bani hui lagti hain, itni gori, itni malaidaar." Unki baaton se Nisha ke rongte khade ho gaye. Usne apne dil ki dhadkan ko niyantrit karne ki koshish ki, par Mr. Gupta ka sparsh aur unki baatein use aur bhi uttejit kar rahi thin.
Naashte ki mej par baithi Nisha ki kamar par Mr. Gupta ka haath dheere-dheere neeche sarak raha tha. Unki maadak baaton ke saath hi unki harkatein bhi ab bekaaboo ho rahi thin. Ek pal ke liye toh Nisha chaunk gayi, par Mr. Gupta ka haath Nisha ki panty ke andar ja chuka tha aur unki ungliyaan Nisha ki yoni me andar-baahar hone lagin. Nisha ke munh se ek dabi hui aah nikli, aur uski saansein tez ho gain. "Uncle!" usne fusfusaate hue kaha. Uski aawaaz me ghabraahat aur ek ajeeb-si uttejana donon thin. Uske haath me pakde corn flakes ke katore ka chammach chhoot gaya. Mr. Gupta, Nisha ki is pratikriya se aur bhi josh me aa gaye. "Kaisa laga, meri raani?" unhone dheere se poochha, unki aawaaz kaamukta se bhari hui thi.
Nisha ne apni aankhein band kar lin. Uska sharir kaanp raha tha. Use laga jaise wah ek aise bhanwar me fans gayi hai jahaan se nikalna mumkin nahi. Mr. Gupta ka sparsh use Kallu, Ramu aur yahaan tak ki Mousa ji se bhi alag lag raha tha. Unki umar ke baavajood, unke sparsh me ek ajeeb-sa junoon tha jo Nisha ko paagal kar raha tha.
Nisha ne apne dil ki dhadkan ko niyantrit karte hue, Mr. Gupta ki taraf dekha. Uske chehre par ab koi darr ya jhijhak nahi thi, balki ek aatmavishwas bhari muskaan thi. "Lagta hai aap mujhe naashta karne nahi hi denge," Nisha ne kaha, uski aawaaz me ek ajeeb-si masti thi. "Chaliye, bed par chalte hain, ji bhar ke doodh pee lijiyega kisi aur ki biwi ka." Mr. Gupta, Nisha ki is baat ko sunkar chaunk gaye. Unhein ummeed nahi thi ki Nisha itni bebaak hokar baat karegi. Unki aankhon me hawas ki chamak aur bhi tez ho gayi. Unhone Nisha ka haath pakda aur use bedroom ki taraf kheenchne lage. Nisha muskuraati hui unke saath chalne lagi, uske dil me ek naya romaanth tha. Wah jaanti thi iss khel ki asli khilaadi wahi hai.gupta uncle ka toh bechare umar daraaz hai lekin tharak thi ki jaa rlhi nahi rahi thi.

Nisha aur Mr. Gupta donon bedroom me pahunch gaye. Nisha ne darwaaza band karke Mr. Gupta ko dhakka dekar bed par gira diya. Mr. Gupta ki aankhein hawas se chamak rahi thin, aur unke chehre par ek shararti muskaan thi. Nisha bed ke paas khadi ho gayi aur dheere-dheere unki aankhon me dekhte hue apni shirt ke button kholne lagi. Hawa me ek ajeeb sa tanaav aur romaanth tha. Nisha jaanti thi ki wah is khel ki asli khilaadi hai, aur Mr. Gupta bas uski har adaa ka maza le rahe hain. Jaise hi Nisha ne apna pehla button khola, Mr. Gupta ki saansein tez ho gain. Doosra button khulte hi, Nisha ke stan saaf dikhne lage, aur Mr. Gupta ki aankhon me hawas ki chamak aur bhi tez ho gayi. "Aaj toh tum mujhe paagal hi kar dogi, meri raani," Mr. Gupta ne kaha, unki aawaaz kaamukta se bhari hui thi.  Nisha ne muskuraate hue apna aakhri button khola aur shirt ko apne kandhe se neeche sarka diya. Wah ab sirf ek bra aur panty me unke saamne khadi thi, uska poora sharir kaamukta se bhara hua tha.
Nisha ne muskuraate hue apni shirt poori tarah se utaar di aur sirf panty me khadi ho gayi. Uska maadak sharir Gupta uncle ke saamne tha. "Uncle," usne shararti andaaz me kaha, "Aapki umar ke liye isse zyaada dekhna sahi nahi hai. Kahin heart attack aake mar-war na jaana." Nisha ki baat sunkar Mr. Gupta chaunk gaye, par unki aankhon me ab bhi hawas ki chamak thi. "Marna toh har kisi ko hai, beta," unhone kaha, "par main tumhaare haathon se marna chahoonga." Yah sunkar Nisha hansi. "Theek hai," usne kaha, "lekin agar aap mere hi ghar mar gaye toh mera kya hoga? 

 "Are, tumhe kuch nahi hoga ?" Mr. Gupta ne kaha. "Tum toh meri raani ho."


 



(Nisha ki baaton aur shararat se Mr. Gupta ka dil aur bhi tezi se dhadak raha tha. Wah jaante the ki Nisha ab poori tarah se is khel me shaamil ho chuki hai. Usne ab apne sharir ko poori tarah se unke saamne khol diya tha.)

 Nisha ne muskuraate hue apne bra par haath rakha aur uski taraf ishaara karke kaha, "Kya aap nahi chahte ki yah bra bhi mere maadak jism se utar jaaye?" Uski aankhon me ek ajeeb-si chamak thi, jo Gupta uncle  ko aur bhi paagal kar rahi thi. 


Mr. Gupta ne apni saans roki. Unke munh se koi shabd nahi nikal raha tha. Wah bas Nisha ke sharir ko dekh rahe the, jo ab unke saamne ek khuli kitaab ki tarah tha. "Agar aap chahte hain," Nisha ne kaha, uski aawaaz me ek ajeeb-si chunauti thi, "toh aapko kuch karna padega." Nisha ki baat sunkar Mr. Gupta chaunk gaye. Unhone Nisha ki taraf dekha, aur phir dheere se kaha, "Kya karun, meri raani?"

 Nisha muskuraayi. "Yah toh aapko sochna padega," usne kaha. "Kya aap apni umar ka lihaaz karenge, ya phir meri jawaani ka maza lenge?" Nisha ki baat sunkar Mr. Gupta ke chehre par ek shararti muskaan aa gayi.


 Wah jaante the ki Nisha ab unhein poori tarah se apne vash me kar chuki hai.

Nisha ne muskuraate hue apne bra ki patti par ungli rakhi, aur Mr. Gupta ko chidhaate hue kaha, "Aapko meri bra khud utaarne hogi, woh bhi pehle hi prayas me." Mr. Gupta, jo ab tak hawas ke nashe me doobe hue the, Nisha ki is chunauti se ek pal ke liye ghabra gaye. "Par... par ye kaise mumkin hai?" Unhone haklaate hue kaha, unki aawaaz me darr aur bechaini dono thi. "Main toh bas..." 

"Darr gaye?" Nisha ne unhein beech me hi tok diya, uske honthon par ek kaamuk muskaan thi. "Aap jaise dhurandhar khilaadi ko toh ye kaam chutkiyon me kar dena chahiye tha." Nisha ki baaton ne Mr. Gupta ke andar ka ahankaar jaga diya. "Darr?" unhone kaha, aur unka chehra laal ho gaya. "Main kisi se nahi darta, khaaskar tumse nahi." Mr. Gupta uthkar Nisha ke paas aaye, unke haath kaanp rahe the. Unhone Nisha ki bra ko utaarne ki koshish ki, par unke haath me kuch nahi aaya. Wah ghabraakar Nisha ki taraf dekhne lage. "Lagta hai aap haar gaye," Nisha ne kaha. "Aur meri pehli shart haar gaye."


Mr. Gupta ne niraasha me Nisha ko dekha, unke chehre par ab pachtaava saaf dikh raha tha. "Are, raani," unhone kaha, "aajkal ki nayi-nayi style ki bra aa rahi hain market me. Main bechaara 1950 ka aadmi, mujhe kya pata 2025 me kaisi bra aa rahi hai. Mujhe ek aur mauka toh dena banta hai tumhaara." Nisha, jo ab tak khel ka maza le rahi thi, unki is baat par hans padi. "Aap bhi na," usne shararti andaaz me kaha, "puraani baatein kyun kar rahe hain?" Wah Mr. Gupta ke aur kareeb aayi, aur unke kandhe par apna haath rakhkar boli, "Theek hai, main aapko ek aur mauka deti hun."


 Mr. Gupta ki aankhon me phir se aasha ki chamak aa gayi. "Sachmuch?" unhone poochha, unki aawaaz me utsukta thi. "Haan," Nisha ne kaha. "Par is baar aapko kuch alag karna hoga." "Kya?" Mr. Gupta ne poochha. "Main kuch bhi karunga." Nisha muskuraayi. "Pehle main aapko dikhaaungi ki bra kaise utaarte hain," usne kaha. "Aur phir aap koshish karenge." Nisha ki baat sunkar Mr. Gupta chaunk gaye, par unki aankhon me ek nayi ummeed thi. Unhein laga ki Nisha unhein kuch naya sikhaane waali hai.


Nisha ne ek shararti muskaan ke saath Mr. Gupta ki taraf dekha. "Doosra mauka itna aasaan thodi na hoga," usne kaha. "Aap mardon ko toh bas hook kholkar bra utaarni aati hai. Pata bhi hai kitni mushkil hoti hai saara din yah bra pehankar rakhne me, aap jaise tharki boodhon ki nazron se apne aap ko bachaane me. Aur phir aap jaisa koi tharki iss bra tak pahunch hi jaata hai aur ek jhatke me isse utaar fekta hai."


 Nisha ki baaton ne Mr. Gupta ke chehre par ek ajeeb-sa bhaav la diya. Wah jaante the ki Nisha ab unhein poori tarah se apne vash me kar chuki hai. "Lekin ab shart yah hai ki aap meri bra utaarne ki bajaay, pehnaenge mujhe. Woh bhi saleeke se, mere boobs ko bina takleef diye, unhein bina masle." Mr. Gupta ne Nisha ko dekha, unki aankhon me ab hawas aur uljhan donon thin. "Par... par ye toh bahut mushkil hai," unhone haklaate hue kaha. "Maine toh kabhi kisi ko bra pehnaai nahi."

 Nisha hansi. "Toh seekh lijiye," usne kaha. "Kya pata, aapko yah khel pasand aa jaaye. Aur waise bhi, agar aap yah nahi kar paaye, toh aap haar jaaenge." Mr. Gupta ne gahri saans li. Unhein pata tha ki Nisha unhein ek aur mushkil khel me fasa rahi hai. Ab unke paas koi aur raasta nahi tha. "Theek hai," Mr. Gupta ne kaha. "Mujhe tumhaari shart manzoor hai." Ab aage kya hoga? Kya Mr. Gupta is mushkil chunauti ko poora kar paayenge, ya phir Nisha is khel me jeet jaayegi?
"Manzoor hai," Mr. Gupta ne kaha, unki aankhon me shararat aur hawas donon thin. Nisha muskuraayi aur sofe par khadi ho gayi. , ab wah sirf panty aur bra me thi. Uska jism hawa me khula, aur Mr. Gupta ki saansein tez ho gain. "Ab dhyaan se dekhiye, uncle," Nisha ne kaha, uski aawaaz me ek ajeeb-si kaamukta thi. "Aajkal ki bra me peechhe ek nahi, balki do hook hote hain." Nisha ne dheere se apni bra ko utaarne ka tarika dikhaaya, ek haath se upar ki patti pakdi aur doosre se neeche ki. "Yah ek art hai, uncle," usne kaha. "Yah sirf taaqat se nahi, balki pyaar aur samjhdaari se hota hai." Mr. Gupta ki aankhein khuli ki khuli rah gain. Unhein laga ki Nisha unhein ek naya khel sikha rahi hai. "Aur ab?" unhone poochha, unki aawaaz kaamukta se bhari hui thi. "Ab aapki baari," Nisha ne kaha. "Par is baar aapko mujhe meri bra pehnaani hogi. Aur phir, aap jo chaahein woh kar sakte hain." Nisha ki baat sunkar Mr. Gupta chaunk gaye. Unhein laga ki Nisha unhein chidha rahi hai, par unki aankhon me ek nayi ummeed bhi thi.
(Nisha ki chunauti ne Mr. Gupta ke chehre par ek ajeeb-sa tanaav la diya. Wah jaante the ki yah kaam itna aasaan nahi tha.) "Manzoor hai," Mr. Gupta ne kaha, unki aawaaz me ab bhi dridhta thi, par unke maathe par chinta ki halki lakeerein aa gayi thin. Nisha muskuraayi aur sofe par baith gayi. Usne dheere se apni bra utaarkar Mr. Gupta ke haathon me de di. "Chaliye, dikhaaiye aapka tajurba," usne kaha, uski aankhon me shararat aur chunauti thi. Mr. Gupta ne bra ko apne haath me liya, aur unke haath kaanpne lage. Yah unke liye ek mushkil kaam tha. Unhone pehle kabhi aisa kuch nahi kiya tha. "Yah toh bahut mushkil hai," Mr. Gupta ne kaha. "Mushkil toh hai," Nisha ne kaha. "Par aap toh bade khilaadi hain, uncle. Aap toh ise aasaani se kar lenge." Mr. Gupta ne gahri saans li, aur Nisha ke paas aakar baith gaye. Unhone dheere se Nisha ke stan par bra ko rakhne ki koshish ki, par unke haath kaanp rahe the. "Aap haar maan rahe hain?" Nisha ne poochha. "Nahi," Mr. Gupta ne kaha. "Main koshish kar raha hun." Unhe apni poori taaqat aur tajurba lagaaya. Unhone bra ko Nisha ke stan par rakha, aur phir dheere se uske hook ko lagaane ki koshish ki. Unke haath kaanp rahe the, par unki aankhon me ek ajeeb-si dridhta thi.
Nisha ne mahsoos kiya ki Mr. Gupta apna tajurba istemaal karke bra pehnaa pa rahe hain. Unke haath dheere-dheere hook ki or badh rahe the, aur Nisha ko laga ki wah is chunauti me haar jaaengi. Usne turant apne khel ka ek naya daanv chala. Usne apna stan halka-sa hilaaya, aur jaan-boojhkar apna nipple Mr. Gupta ke haathon se chhua diya. Jaise hi Mr. Gupta ke haathon ko Nisha ka nipple chhua, unka dhyaan bhatak gaya. Unke haath kaanp gaye, aur bra unke haath se chhoot gayi. Wah haklaakar Nisha ki taraf dekhne lage, unki aankhon me hawas aur bechaini donon thin. "Yah... yah tumne kya kiya?" Mr. Gupta ne poochha, unki aawaaz kaanp rahi thi. Nisha muskuraayi. "Maine kuch nahi kiya," usne kaha. "Bas aapko thoda-sa maza diya." Nisha ki baat sunkar Mr. Gupta ke hosh ud gaye. Unhein laga ki wah is khel me poori tarah se fans chuke hain.
Mr. Gupta, jo ab tak Nisha ke khel me poori tarah se fans chuke the, apne haath me tooti hui bra pakde niraasha se dekh rahe the. Unke chehre par pachtaava saaf dikh raha tha, lekin wah haar maanane ko taiyaar nahi the. "Nahi, yah cheating thi," unhone haklaate hue kaha. "Phir se restart karte hain. Aur tum mujhe is baar apne jism ke jalwon se nahi bhatkaaogi." Nisha muskuraayi. "Theek hai," usne kaha. "Lekin is baar main apni panty utaarungi." Mr. Gupta, jo ab tak hawas ke nashe me doobe hue the, Nisha ki is baat ko sunkar chaunk gaye. "Par... par ye kaise mumkin hai?" Unhone haklaate hue kaha. "Main toh bas..." Nisha muskuraayi. "Yah toh aapko sochna padega," usne kaha. "Kya aap apni umar ka lihaaz karenge, ya phir meri jawaani ka maza lenge?" Nisha ki baat sunkar Mr. Gupta ke chehre par ek shararti muskaan aa gayi. Wah jaante the ki Nisha ab unhein poori tarah se apne vash me kar chuki hai.
Mr. Gupta ne gahri saans li, unki aankhein Nisha ke nange jism par tiki thin. "Lekin tum panty utaarkar apni tijori mere saamne khuli rakhkar baithogi," unhone haklaate hue kaha, "toh main bra pehnaane ke task par dhyaan kaise lagaa paaunga?" Nisha muskuraayi, uske honthon par shararat thi. Usne apne kandhe jhatke aur bina kisi hichkichahat ke Mr. Gupta ki god me baith gayi. Mr. Gupta ka dil zoron se dhadakne laga. "Woh aapka look out hai," Nisha ne kaha, uski aawaaz me ek ajeeb-sa aatmavishwas aur chunauti thi. "Maine kaha tha na, yah khel aasaan nahi hoga." Mr. Gupta ka chehra laal ho gaya. Unhein laga ki Nisha unhein poori tarah se apne vash me kar chuki hai. Wah uthe aur dheere se Nisha ke bra ko phir se uthaane lage. Unke haath ab kaanp nahi rahe the, balki unme ek ajeeb-sa junoon tha. Ab aage kya hoga? Kya Mr. Gupta apni shart ko nibha paayenge? Kya Nisha unhein apni shararaton se aur bhatkaayegi?
Nisha ne ek maadak adaa ke saath dheere se apni panty utaar di. Uska nagn nichla jism ab Mr. Gupta ki god me khula tha. Mr. Gupta ki saansein tez ho gain, aur unke chehre par hawas aur bechaini donon thin. Nisha muskuraayi aur phir se Mr. Gupta ki god me aake baith gayi. Uske nange nitamb Mr. Gupta ki jaanghon par the, aur unke beech ki doori ab bas kuch inch ki thi. Usne apni bra Mr. Gupta ko dete hue kaha, "Ab aap mujhe isi position me bra pehnaaoge. Yah teesri aur aakhri chance hai." Mr. Gupta ke haath kaanp gaye. Unke liye yah ek mushkil task tha. Unke dimaag me kai vichaar chal rahe the. Kya wah is chunauti ko poora kar paayenge? Kya wah Nisha ko hara paayenge?
 Gupta uncle  ki aankhon me ab darr ke saath-saath ek ajeeb-si lalak bhi thi. Nisha ke maadak jism se aati hui khushboo unhein aur tadpa rahi thi. Unke dimaag me bas ek hi baat chal rahi thi ki agar yah teesra prayaas bhi vifal ho gaya, toh shaayad unhein Nisha ke jism ka sukh aaj na mil paaye. Isi darr se unke maathe par paseene ki boondein chamakne lagin. Apni ekagrata ko banaaye rakhne ke liye, Mr. Gupta ne apni aankhein band kar lin taaki unki god me baithi kaamdevi jaisi sundar Nisha ko dekhkar unka dhyaan bhang na ho jaaye. Phir unhone gahri saans li aur apni aankhein kholkar apne lakshya par dhyaan kendrit kiya. Nisha bhi Mr. Gupta ki bechaini dekhkar muskura rahi thi. Lekin tabhi, Mr. Gupta ne apni poori tajurbe ka istemaal kiya. Unhone Nisha ki gori baahein upar kin, bra ko uske stanon par rakha, straps chadhaaye aur peechhe se hooks band kar diye. Yah sab unhone itni furti se kiya ki Nisha bhi hairaan rah gayi.

 Aakhirkaar, Mr. Gupta ka tajurba kaam aaya aur wah is chunauti me jeet gaye. Nisha, jo khud ko vijayi maan rahi thi, Mr. Gupta ki is safalta se dang rah gayi. Uske chehre par ab shararat ki jagah hairaani thi.
Gupta uncle ne apni jeet ke baad gahri saans li. Unki aankhon me ab darr nahi, balki jeet ka ek alag hi nasha tha. Unhone apni god me baithi Nisha ki taraf dekha, jisne abhi bhi kuch nahi kaha tha. Nisha ka maadak jism unke seene se laga hua tha, aur wah mahsoos kar sakte the ki uske dil ki dhadkan kitni tezi se chal rahi hai. Unhone dheere se Nisha ki kamar par apna haath rakha aur use apni taraf kheench liya. "Dekha, meri raani," Mr. Gupta ne kaha, unki aawaaz me ahankaar aur kaamukta donon thin. "1950 ka aadmi 2025 ki ladki ko bhi maat de sakta hai." Nisha ne dheere-dheere apna sir upar uthaaya aur Gupta uncle  ki aankhon me dekha. "Main... main toh bas... hairaan hun," usne haklaate hue kaha. "Mujhe laga tha ki aap haar jaaenge." "Haarna toh maine seekha hi nahi," Gupta Uncle ne kaha. "Aur tumhaare jaise maadak jism ke saamne toh koi bhi jeetna chahoonga."
Mr. Gupta ne muskuraate hue apni naak ko Nisha ki gardan se chhua. "Ab toh bas... jashn ka samay hai," unhone kaha. "Aur jashn toh tab hi poora hoga, jab hum donon apni-apni ichchhaein poori karenge." Nisha ne apni aankhein band kar lin, uske jism me ek ajeeb-si siharan daud gayi. Mr. Gupta ne dheere se Nisha ke ubhare hue stanon ko apni aankhon se dekha. Unke honthon par ek kaamuk muskaan thi. "Yah sab," Mr. Gupta ne kaha, "ab mera hai." Nisha ne unke haathon ko apne stanon par mahsoos kiya, aur uske munh se ek dabi hui aah nikli. Wah jaanti thi ki yah sirf ek shuruaat hai, aur Mr. Gupta ab use apni hawas ka shikaar banaane waale hain. Lekin uski hairaani abhi bhi baaki thi. Usne Mr. Gupta ki taraf dekha, aur phir dheere se kaha, "Kya aap waakai me mujhe apni hawas ka shikaar banaana chahte hain?" Mr. Gupta ne hanste hue jawaab diya. "Kyun nahi? Ab toh tum meri ho. Kya tum nahi chahti ki hum donon milkar apni-apni ichchhaein poori karein?" Yah sunkar Nisha ne apni aankhein band kar li. Wah jaanti thi ki uske paas ab koi aur raasta nahi tha. Use is khel me Mr. Gupta ka saath dena hoga.
Nisha ne apni haar swikaar kar li. Usne muskuraate hue Mr. Gupta ki taraf dekha aur kaha, "Theek hai, Baby Boomer ji, main haar gayi, ab?" Mr. Gupta, jo apni jeet se phoole nahi sama rahe the, Nisha ki is bebaaki par chaunk gaye. "Ab?" unhone kaha, unki aawaaz me ahankaar aur hawas donon thin. "Ab tum meri ho. Ab tum woh karogi jo main kahunga." Nisha hansi. "Main hamesha aapki thi, uncle," usne kaha. "Par ab aap mujhe kya sikhaaenge? Aap jaise anubhavi khilaadi mujhe kya naya sikhaaenge?" Mr. Gupta ne muskuraate hue Nisha ki kamar par apna haath rakha. "Bahut kuch, meri raani," unhone kaha. "Aaj main tumhein woh sab sikhaaunga jo tumhaare pati ne tumhein kabhi nahi sikhaaya." Nisha ki aankhein chamak uthin. Usne Mr. Gupta ki taraf dekha, aur phir dheere se kaha, "Toh phir... shuru karein?" Mr. Gupta ne hanste hue jawaab diya. "Kyun nahi? Aaj main tumhein woh sikhaaunga jo tum kabhi nahi bhoologi."
"Sabse pehle toh mujhe yah bra phir se utaarne do," Mr. Gupta ne kaha. Unki aankhon me hawas ki chamak thi. Nisha muskuraayi aur phir se unki god me baith gayi. Mr. Gupta ne bra ko nikaala aur door fenk diya. Nisha phir se nangi thi. Mr. Gupta ki ungliyaan Nisha ki yoni me chal rahi thin, aur Nisha ke munh se dabi hui aahein nikal rahi thin. "Achchha, uncle, ek baat bataaiye," Nisha ne kaha. "Aapke Baby Boomer zamaane me aur mere Gen Z zamaane me iss khel me aisa kya antar hai? Sab kuch toh same hi hai is khel me, jo ek aurat aur mard ke beech chala aa raha hai. Positions bhi toh same hi hain, hai na?" Nisha ka sawaal sunkar Mr. Gupta muskuraaye. Unki ungliyaan Nisha ki yoni me aur tezi se chalne lagin. "Nahi, meri raani," Mr. Gupta ne kaha. "Bahut antar hai. Aaj main tumhein yahi antar samjhaaunga." Nisha ki aankhein chamak uthin. Usne Mr. Gupta ki taraf dekha, aur phir dheere se kaha, "Toh phir... shuru karein?" Mr. Gupta ne hanste hue jawaab diya. "Haan, shuru karte hain. Aaj main tumhein woh sikhaaunga jo tum kabhi nahi bhoologi." Mr. Gupta ne dheere se Nisha ko uthaaya aur use bed par litaa diya. Nisha unke har ishaare ko samajh rahi thi aur unka poora saath de rahi thi. Unhone Nisha ke nange jism par apne honthon se sparsh kiya, har ek ang ko chooma, aur har ek inch ko mahsoos kiya. Nisha ke munh se dabi hui aahein nikal rahi thin, aur uska jism har sparsh par kaanp raha tha. "Yah sirf ek khel nahi hai, meri raani," Mr. Gupta ne kaha. "Yah ek kala hai."
Mr. Gupta ne muskuraate hue Nisha se poochha, "Tumhein kaun-sa aasan pasand hai, mard ke neeche, mard ke upar ya peechhe se?" Nisha ne shararti andaaz me jawaab diya, "Mujhe toh wahi aasan pasand hai, uncle, jismein donon ko maza aaye. Aap kya kehte hain?" Mr. Gupta ne hanste hue kaha, "Toh phir, meri raani, aaj hum woh aasan karenge jismein hum donon ko maza aaye." Nisha ki aankhein chamak uthin. Usne Mr. Gupta ki taraf dekha aur phir dheere se kaha, "Toh phir... shuru karein?"
Mr. Gupta ne muskuraate hue Nisha ki kamar ko dheere se uthaaya. "Toh theek hai, meri raani," unhone kaha. "Aaj tum mere upar aa jao aur khud apni position set karo." Nisha ne hanste hue Mr. Gupta ki taraf dekha. "Aap bhi na," usne shararti andaaz me kaha. "Aap toh mujhe aaj poori tarah se apne vash me kar rahe hain." Mr. Gupta ne hanste hue jawaab diya. "Kyun nahi? Aaj main tumhein woh sikhaaunga jo tum kabhi nahi bhoologi." Nisha, jo Mr. Gupta ki baaton se aur bhi uttejit ho rahi thi, dheere se unke upar aa gayi aur apni position set karne lagi.
Nisha ne Mr. Gupta ka ling pakda aur usse apni yoni me set karne ki koshish ki, lekin wah phisal gaya. Nisha ne do-teen baar koshish ki, lekin har baar phisal gaya. Nisha ne muskuraate hue kaha, "Ise toh thoda charge karna padega, phir hi andar jaa paayega." Mr. Gupta, jo ab tak hawas ke nashe me doobe hue the, Nisha ki is baat ko sunkar chaunk gaye. "Toh kar do na," unhone kaha, "apne is garam munh se ise charge." Nisha hansi. "Theek hai...