03-12-2025, 12:58 PM
Famous series by Aurelius translated in hindi + added few masala from my end. Hope you guys enjoy!
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Main abhi bhi yaad karta hoon jab sab start hua tha. Mera ship Rotterdam mein docked tha. Shift khatam karke room mein aaya, aur daily routine ke hisaab se Skype on karke Mumbai wali wife Menaka se baat karne laga. Wahan almost midnight ho chuka tha.
Menaka bilkul time pe aayi. Hum dono ne apna-apna din ka hisaab-kitab diya, usne bataya ki hamara 8 saal ka Ayan spelling test mein A grade laaya, aur yeh bhi complain kiya ki kitni garmi aur humidity ho gayi hai. Poore 30-35 minute baat karne ke baad usne bola,
“Achha by the way Prakash, ek funny aur thodi sharmnaak baat batani hai.”
“Kya hua?”
“Hehe, bahut weird hai. Basically maine Dara ko roof pe sex karte dekh liya!”
“WHAT THE HELL??”
Dara hamare building ka buddha Nepali watchman tha. Ganja, patla-sa Gurkha type, building ke neeche chhote se jhonpde mein dusre watchman ke saath rehta tha. Bas kuchh mahine pehle hi hamare yahan laga tha.
“Internet nahi chal raha tha, company walon ko phone kiya to bole roof ke darwaze ke paas wala switch check karo. Kal technician bhej denge, par agar tum khud kar sakti ho to kar lo. Ek ghanta pehle gayi thi main. Unke instructions follow karke switch reset kiya aur wapas jaane hi wali thi ki roof ka darwaza khula dikha.”
Hamare building ka roof ka darwaza hamesha lock rehta hai, har flat ko ek chabi hoti hai.
“Maine socha shayad koi bhool gaya lock karna. Mere paas to chabi thi hi. Socha check kar loon koi upar hai ya nahi, phir lock kar dungi. Jaise hi upar pahunchi, halke-halke moaning sounds aaye. Curiosity mein roof cross kiya aur paani ki tanki ke peeche… hehehe.”
“Oh my god… hahaha… kuchh accha dikha kya? Kis ke saath tha woh?”
“Building mein kaam karne wali ek maid, Vimla lagta hai naam uska. Early 20s hogi. Dono full josh mein lage hue the.”
“Poore nange the?”
“Semi-naked. Neeche se dono nange. Uska shirt tha, uska kameez tha. Woh pabangt pe haath rakh ke jhuki thi, aur woh peeche se chod raha tha.”
“Toh tujhe kya-kya dikha?”
“Zyada nahi, thoda andhera tha. Roof ki light usne off kar rakhi thi. Par jo street light aa rahi thi usme kaafi kuchh clear dikh gaya.”
“Yeh toh bahut mast hai yaar. Budhau Dara? Kisne socha tha itna bada player nikla!”
“Anyway, jab maine scene dekha toh shock hi ho gaya, wahin khadi reh gayi. Poora ek minute dekhti rahi. Phir Dara ne mujhe dekh liya. Ekdum se ruk gaya, kuchh bolne hi wala tha ki main sharma ke palti aur bhaag gayi.”
“Hahaha. Pata nahi uske baad ruk gaye ya continue karte rahe.”
“Idea nahi. Tu hota toh shayad continue karta.”
“Shayad. Waise kal Skype nahi kar paunga.”
“Kyon?”
“Wohi THE reason. Details chahiye?”
“Nahi.” Menaka ke chehre se smile gayab.
Thodi der awkward silence. Phir boli,
“Parso?”
“Haan, same time.”
“Okay. Phir baat karte hain. Good night.”
“Good night.”
Nau saal ki shaadi ke baad bhi, Menaka ne THE reason accept toh kar liya tha, par dil se poori tarah comfortable nahi thi. Aur THE reason yeh tha ki meri date thi… ek bahut hi hot Dutch aunty ke saath.
Main merchant ship pe engineering officer hoon. Matlab saal ke 6 mahine toh India se door, duniya bhar ke ports pe ghoomta rehta hoon. Bachpan se sapna tha yeh job, bada hoke bhi bahut maza aata hai. Jaipur mein conservative Marwari family mein pala-bada, bilkul seedha-sadha nerd type. Engineering college tak virgin tha yaar. Phir merchant navy join kiya aur jaise hi senior colleagues ke saath ghooma, ek saal mein hi full male nympho ban gaya.
Shuru-shuru mein Amsterdam ke classy red-light area mein colleagues mujhe ghaseet ke le gaye. Phir dusre ports ke thode shady wale areas. Phir samajh aaya ki har port pe singles bars, pick-up joints kahan hote hain. Seniors se full training li – ladkiyon se kaise baat karo, signals kaise padho, kon si wali ko target karna hai. Aur waise bhi, khud ko bolun toh main dikhta bhi decent hoon aur baat bhi achhi kar leta hoon.
Jaldi hi pehla free-wala one-night stand ho gaya – Hamburg mein. Luisa naam tha, platinum blonde, early 30s ki single mom, full Indophile thi. Do-char peg lage aur deal pakk, uska ghar pahunch gaye. Ghodi ban ke poore teen ghante mujhe ragadti rahi.
Pehle kuchh ladkiyan mostly gori thi. Phir dhire-dhire variety badh gayi – Chinese, Arab, South American, African, aur obviously Indian bhi. 25 ki umar tak toh almost har race taste kar chuka tha.
Par kuchh missing tha yaar. Sirf chudai ka scene thodi na chalega hamesha. Genuine companionship chahiye tha. To jab Bombay mein ek mahine ki chhutti pe ek one-night stand wali ladki (Neha, Punjabi investment banker) attachment dikhane lagi, main bhi serious ho gaya. Teen saal ka solid relationship chala. Par monogamous sirf pehla saal hi raha.
Koshish ki bahut, Neha ke saath faithful rehne ki. Poora ek saal toh pakka raha. Par jab lamba contract pe door rehta tha, colleagues uksate the – sab shaadi-shuda the par sab wife ko full thag rahe the. Bas phir ek baar phisla, phir phisla, phir phisla. Neha ko pata nahi chalne diya. Par woh already suspicious thi, mera purana record jo tha. Do saal baad finally “pakda” gaya – woh bhi engagement ke turant baad.
Ladai, jhagda, rona-dhona, chillana – full drama. Maine samjhaya ki woh meri life ki love hai, jo main ship pe karta hoon woh sirf body ka matter hai, dil se kuchh nahi. Promise kiya ruk jaunga. Raat bhar ke jhagde ke baad usne mauka diya.
Par nahi tik paya. Ek aur saal tak taane, phir finally ek zabardast ladai – engagement ring seedha Arabian Sea mein!
Break-up se toota hua wapas purane raaste pe aa gaya, aur full badle ki aag ke saath. Par do saal baad phir se akelapan lagne laga.
Ghar wale (ab bhi pure Marwari conservative) shuru se hi pressure daal rahe the shaadi ka. Neha ke Punjabi hone pe naak-muuh sikode the, par settle hone ki khushi mein accept kar liye the. Jab break-up bataya toh full gussa. 30 ke baad toh pressure aur badh gaya. Finally 2 mahine ki chhutti pe ghar aaya toh haath utha diya – theek hai, rishta dekho.
Jo bhi ladkiyan dikhaayi sab same template – Marwari, same sub-caste, kundli match, sundar par zyada padhi-likhi nahi, “homely” matlab seedhi, khana banaye, ghar sambhale, jo bole man leti ho. Merchant navy engineer ki salary achhi thi toh demand toh thi, par IAS ya MBA wale jitni nahi.
Pehli ladki toh itni khatarnaak thi ki aaj bhi yaad karke khada ho jata hai. Shuru mein sab badhiya chala, families khush. Finally permission mila akela “date” pe jaane ka.
Wahin match khatam. Neha ka experience, apni libido, itne saalon se colleagues ko dekhte hue ek hi conclusion pe pahuncha tha. Coffee order karne ke baad seedha rehearsed speech shuru:
“Ek baat pehle clear kar doon. Mera job aisa hai 6-9 mahine saal bhar foreign rehta hoon. Main jawan hoon, khoon garam hai, needs hain. Ship pe rahunga toh needs poori karunga, jaise ab tak karta aaya hoon. Emotionally poori tarah tera hi rahunga, shaadi ke pro honge, par door rahunga toh dusri auraton ke saath sounga. Colleagues ko dekha hai jhooth bol ke shaadi chalate hain, main aisa nahi chahta.
Mujhe chahiye…”
“Please mujhe ghar chhod do.” Usne gusse se chehra laal kar ke baat kaat di.
Main chupchap ghar chhod aaya. Mummy-papa ko pata na chale isliye usse request ki kuchh aur reason bol dena.
Rejection aaya – “Unhe pasand nahi ki husband saal ke aadhe din door rahega.”
Mummy-papa dukhi. Phir teen aur ladkiyan – same story, meri “policy” sun ke sab ne naa kar di.
Aur phir aayi Menaka.
Menaka ko mummy-papa ne “damaged goods” bola tha. Actually pehle toh dekhne ka bhi mood nahi tha unka, par jo mutual family friend rishta laaya tha usne itna pressure daala ki finally maan gaye.
Baaki sab mein woh bhi same thi jaise baaki prospects – Marwari, decent family, sundar, well-mannered. Bas ek bada difference tha – woh widow thi. 22 saal ki hi thi jab college khatam hote hi shaadi hui thi, ek businessman se. Teesre mahine mein hi car accident mein husband mar gaya. Menaka ko chhoti-moti kharoch aayi, par uspe “badkismat” ka tag lag gaya. Ab 25 saal ki thi, maa-baap ke paas rehti thi. Sasural wale uska muh nahi dekhna chahte the.
Toh samajh sakte ho mere orthodox Marwari parents ko kitna jhatka laga jab pehli meeting ke baad maine bola, “Mujhe Menaka bahut pasand aayi.” Bahut khoobsurat thi, apne aap ko achhe se carry karti thi, par usse zyada uski aankhon mein ek alag si samajh thi, shayad teen saal ke dukh ne de di thi.
Jab maine usko wahi speech di jo baaki ladkiyon ko diya tha, woh na gussa hui na sharmai.
Poori patience se sunti rahi. Phir ek minute chup rahi. Phir dheere se boli,
“Meri college friend Priya ka mama merchant navy mein tha. Woh batati thi unke baare mein.”
“Okay…” maine bola.
Phir do minute aur chuppi.
“Tumhe pata hai na meri pehli shaadi ke baare mein? Aur kaise khatam hui?”
“Haan.”
“Aur tumhe koi problem nahi?”
“Bilkul nahi.”
“Tumhare mummy-papa?”
“Woh main sambhal loonga.”
Phir ek minute aur chup.
“Dahej-waahej hum zyada nahi de paayenge… pehli shaadi mein mummy-papa ne saara saving laga diya tha…”
“Dahej? Kisne bola dahej chahiye? Na mujhe chahiye na mummy-papa ko.”
Usne bas sar hilaaya. Phir dheere se boli,
“Do din do mujhe sochne ko.”
Do din baad uska haan aaya. Mummy ne poora drama kiya, nangey paer ghar ke bahar nikalne ki dhamki di, par main adaa raha. Bola agar Menaka nahi toh koi foreigner laa dunga ghar. Ek mahine mein shaadi ho gayi.
Nau saal bilkul smoothly nikal gaye. Kuchh hi mahinon mein Menaka pregnant ho gayi. Ayan paida hua. Bombay mein apna flat liya, Jaipur se base yahan shift kar diya. Mummy-papa ko bhi Menaka se dil se pyar ho gaya. Jab shaadi ke ek saal baad bhi main zinda bacha raha toh unka “badkismat” wala dar bhi nikal gaya.
Menaka ne apna promise poora kiya – THE reason pe kabhi kuchh nahi boli, kabhi taana nahi maara, agar baat aati bhi thi toh topic change kar deti thi.
Sirf ek baar thoda jhagda hua tha, shaadi ke pehle saal. Hum dono bed pe lette the, sex karne ke baad.
“Tum gazab ho yaar! Pregnancy ka weight ekdum se kaise utaar diya tune?”
“Ab bhi 5 kilo zyada hoon.”
“Nonsense, bilkul perfect voluptuous hai tu.”
“Bas mujhe khush karne ke liye bol rahe ho.”
“Nahi seriously, koi bhi mard tujhe bed pe dekh ke khush ho jaayega.”
“Chup karo!” usne playfully thappad maara.
“Mera kehna mat maan, try karke dekh le.”
“Kya matlab?”
“Maine kabhi openly nahi bola, par samajh toh thi na? Main saal ke aadhe din door rehta hoon. Teri bhi needs hoti hongi. Main hypocrite nahi hoon. Agar tujhe koi chahiye toh…”
“SHUT UP PRAKASH!” usne gusse se roka. “Kaise baat karte ho tum!”
Phir ro padi. Maine sorry bola, baat khatam kar di. Saat saal tak dobara kabhi topic nahi uthaya.
Phir second time topic tab aaya jab 6 mahine pehle hum ek dost ki 10th anniversary party mein gaye the. Thane mein unka bada bangla tha, full grand party. College ka dost tha, 40-50 log aaye the, bachche bhi kaafi. Catering, drinks, music, kids ke liye games – sab tha.
Mere college ke kuchh aur dost bhi the, hum log purane din yaad karne mein lag gaye. Menaka wives ke group mein thi, Ayan bachchon ke saath khel raha tha. 45 minute baad jab dhyan gaya toh
Menaka kahin dikhi nahi. Main group se nikal ke usko dhoondhne laga.
Kuchh logon se poochha, finally peeche wale balcony pe pahuncha. Neeche porch mein Menaka ki awaaz aayi,
“Haan mummy, haan, Prakash se baat karungi aane ka.”
Mummy se baat kar rahi thi. Maine balcony se jhuk ke haath hilaya, usne bhi smile karke reply kiya. Main neeche jaane laga, beech mein ek aur dost mil gaya, do minute baat hui.
Phir peeche porch pe pahuncha. Wahan bada sa trimmed jhaad tha, uske peeche Menaka khadi thi. Main ghum ke jaane hi wala tha ki uski awaaz aayi,
“Kitne cute hain!”
“Haan na? Poore mummy pe gaye hain.” Ek mard ki awaaz.
Main ekdum ruk gaya. Awaz pehchan gaya – Dinesh naam ka banda, party mein thodi der pehle intro hua tha. Uski wife kaam se bahar thi, bachche nani ke paas. Yaad tha kyunki usne Menaka ko mere saamne hi full check-out kiya tha. Menaka ko log dekhte hi rehte hain – sundar face, lambi silky baal, petite body par bade-bade D-cup boobs, motherhood ke baad curves aur bhi killer ho gaye hain. 34 ki umar mein bhi full knock-out hai.
Par yeh banda toh meri saamne hi besharam tarike se dekh raha tha. Baad mein dekha toh party mein har aurat se flirt kar raha tha. Handsome tha, natural player.
Dheere se side se gaya, jhaad ke beech se gap se dono dikh rahe the. Dinesh phone mein photos dikha raha tha, Menaka uske bagal mein khadi dekh rahi thi.
“Aur yeh raha unka mummy ka photo. Knock-out hai na?”
“Haan, bahut sundar hain.” Menaka ne politely bola.
“Par tumhare aage toh kuchh nahi.” usne seedha compliment maara.
Menaka sharma ke idhar-udhar dekhne lagi. Usse compliment bardaasht hi nahi hote, mujhse bhi.
“Kabhi play-date karwayenge. Tumhara beta dekha maine, mere bade wale ke almost same age ka.”
“Haan zaroor, jab aapki wife aa jaaye.”
“Arre woh toh bahut busy rehti hai, consultant hai, kaam se ghumti rehti hai. Kabhi time nahi milta.”
“Achha.”
“Tough hota hai na? Ek partner hamesha travel karta ho, bachche sambhalna… aur baaki cheezein bhi.” Usne hint maara.
Menaka chup rahi.
“Socho na kabhi. Jab meri wife out ho aur tumhara husband ship pe, hum log mil sakte hain.” Usne pocket se card nikala. “Yeh lo mera card.”
Menaka ne kuchh nahi bola, card le liya.
“Chalo main drink lene ja raha hoon. Call me.” Usne dheere se Menaka ke kandhe pe haath rakh ke press kiya aur nikal liya.
Banda ka technique mast tha – zyada pressure nahi, hint diya, card thamaaya, nikal liya.
Main chupchap do minute aur dekhta raha. Menaka wahin khadi card ko dekhti rahi, phir purse mein daala, phone nikaala. Tab main bahar nikla.
“Arre yahan ho tum!” Usne smile kiya. “Kahan reh gaye the itni der?”
“Neeche aate waqt ek dost mil gaya… aur waise bhi thodi der Dinesh bhai se teri baat sun raha tha.”
“Oh.” Uske chehre pe smile gayab.
“Kya bola usne?”
“Haan suna na sab.”
“Kitna besharam aadmi hai!” Usne gusse ka acting kiya.
“Par card toh rakh liya tune.” Maine smile karke bola.
“Kya?” Usne thoda chir gayi.
Tabhi kisi ne awaaz lagayi,
“Sab log andar aao! Cake cut raha hai!”
Hum dono party mein wapas chale gaye.
Party mein wapas aaye, phir cake kata, photos khinchi, Ayan ko sambhala, ghar aate-aate raat ke 12 baj gaye. Car mein bhi Ayan saath tha isliye baat nahi hui. Finally bedroom mein pahunche tab Menaka ne topic khola.
“Maine card phenk diya.” Bed pe baithte hue boli.
“Kaunsa card?”
“Woh Dinesh wala. Tab purse mein dala tha kyunki wahan lawn pe kachra nahi karna chahti thi. Baad mein dustbin mein daal diya.”
“Arre itna defensive kyun ho rahi hai baby? Rakh leti card, mil leti usse, you know my policy na.”
Usne bas sar hilaaya aur muh fer liya. Maine kandhe pe haath rakha, kuchh nahi bola. Ek minute baad khud hi boli,
“Toh tum seriously okay hote agar main usko call karti aur milti?”
“Hundred percent.”
“Tune suna na kaise hint de raha tha. Agar main uske saath… regularly hang out karne lag jati toh?”
“I’ve told you even after marriage, main hypocrite nahi hoon.”
“Bolna bahut aasaan hai. Tere liye toh yeh sab theory mein hi hai. Par main jo nau saal se roz yeh sab soch-soch ke jee rahi hoon, woh tujhe kahan pata.”
“I know yaar, isliye toh bol raha hoon, agar role reverse hota na, main handle kar leta.”
Usne bas “huh” karke muh fer liya.
Thodi der chup rahi, phir maine poochha,
“Kabhi socha bhi hai tune? Ki mere alawa kisi aur ke saath feel kaisa hoga?”
“Maine tere alawa bhi ek aur ke saath toh kiya hai.” Bina palte bola.
“WHAAAT???????” Main bed pe seedha baith gaya. “KAB??? KISKE SAAAAATH???”
Woh palti, bilkul neutral face se mujhe dekha.
“Irritate kar raha hai na tujhe?” Usne dheere se poochha.
“Haan… matlab nahi… matlab…” mera dimaag full hang ho gaya. Nau saal se bolta aaya tha ki tu bhi enjoy kar, main thodi na jealous hounga… par jab usne sach mein bola toh dil mein ek teer sa laga.
Menaka bas dekhti rahi, jaise wait kar rahi ho ki ab kya bolunga. Finally maine bola,
“Agar tune kiya hai toh koi issue nahi mere ko.”
“Sach mein koi issue nahi?” Usne challenge karte hue poochha.
“Nahi yaar, bilkul nahi. Bas… honesty chahiye thi na. Tune bataya kyun nahi kabhi?”
“Tu har baar ship pe jo randiyon ke saath chudai karta hai, mujhe ek-ek ka naam-number batata hai kya?” Usne taana maara.
“Maine poochha tha na, tune bola tha nahi jaanna.”
“Main nahi jaanna. Toh tu kyun jaanna chahta hai?” Seedha sawal.
“Mai…” mera muh band.
Thodi der tak room mein full tension. Phir Menaka hans padi.
“Dekha? Bas itna bol diya ki kisi aur ke saath thi, aur tu toot gaya. Aur bolta hai ‘I’ll be totally fine’.”
Maine bas uske chehre ko dekhta reh gaya… dimag mein ek hi sawal ghum raha tha: kab, kisne, kitni baar??? ?
Maine kuchh nahi bola, bas usko ghoorta reh gaya. Woh hans rahi thi, par aankhon mein ek alag si chamak thi, jaise bahut saalon se yeh pal ka wait kar rahi ho.
“Relax kar Prakash,” woh boli aur mere gaal pe ungli firayi. “Tune jo abhi feel kiya na, woh exact wahi feeling mujhe har baar hota tha jab tu ship pe jaata tha. Har port, har Skype call ke baad dimag mein ek film chalti thi. Par main chup rehti thi kyunki tune pehle din hi sab clear kar diya tha.”
Phir woh bed pe seedhi baith gayi, blanket odha aur dheere se boli,
“Lekin haan… ek baar hua tha.”
Mera dil zor se dhak kiya.
“Tu jab 2022 mein 8 mahine ka contract pe gaya tha na, Singapore-Malaysia wala… tab.”
“Tab kya?” Meri awaaz khud ko hi bhari lag rahi thi.
“Ayan ko summer camp bheja tha, ghar mein sirf main akeli. Ek din building ke terrace pe Vimla (wahi maid jisko tune Dara ke saath dekha tha na roof pe) usne mujhse baat shuru ki. Usne bataya ki uska boyfriend bhi merchant navy mein hai, woh bhi 6-7 mahine door rehta hai. Phir dheere-dheere baat aage badhi. Ek din usne mujhe apne cousin se milwaya… naam tha Rohan. Navy ka hi officer tha, ek mahine ki leave pe Mumbai aaya tha.”
Menaka ne meri aankhon mein dekhte hue bola,
“Bas ek baar hua. Sirf ek raat. Uske baad uska contract shuru ho gaya, woh chala gaya. Phir kabhi contact nahi hua.”
Main chup tha. Dil mein kuchh jal bhi raha tha, kuchh ajeeb sa relief bhi tha ki finally sach samne aa gaya.
“Tu gussa hai?” usne dheere se poochha.
“Nahi… thoda hurt hu, par gussa nahi. Bas yeh soch raha hoon ki tune itne saal tak akeli yeh bojh uthaya.”
Menaka mere paas aayi, mere chest pe sar rakh diya.
“Ab equal ho gaye na hum dono?” usne muskurate hue bola. “Ab na tu mujhse details maang, na main tujhse. Bas yeh samajh le ki jo bhi hota hai doori mein, woh sirf body ka matter hai. Dil se hum dono ek dusre ke hi hain.”
Maine usko tightly hug kiya.
“Deal,” maine bola. “Par ek condition hai.”
“Kya?”
“Agar ab kabhi bhi tujhe koi Dinesh type mile aur mood bane… toh mujhe bata dena pehle. Surprise nahi chahiye ab.”
Woh zor se hans padi.
“Thik hai captain. Waise bhi ab toh tu bhi thoda jealous feel karta hai na? Ab maza aayega game mein.”
Us raat hum dono bahut saal baad itna openly, itna wildly sex kiye… jaise pehli baar kisi naye ke saath kar rahe ho, par saath hi purana pyar bhi full-on tha.
Aur tab se hamari shaadi mein ek nayi si freedom aa gayi. Kabhi main port se koi juicy story share karta, kabhi woh kisi party wale flirt ka hint deti. Dono ko pata hai rules clear hain, dil safe hai, aur jab ship se wapas aata hoon ya jab main ghar hota hoon, toh duniya ki koi bhi aurat Menaka ke aage kuchh nahi lagti.
“Toh sach nahi hai na?”
“Sach hai.”
“WHOOOOOO???”
“Tujhe jaanna kyun itna zaroori lag raha hai?”
“MENAKAAA!” Main ekdum se gussa ho gaya… aur saath hi thoda confuse bhi, kyunki dimag mein ek anjaan banda meri biwi ko chod raha hai yeh scene chala toh lund bhi khada hone laga tha.
“Okay theek hai,” Menaka ne lambi saans li aur boli, “Mera pehla husband.”
“Hainnnnn?????”
“Kabhi-kabhi tu kitna bhola ban jata hai yaar. Tune poochha tha na ki tere alawa kisi aur ke saath hone ka kabhi socha bhi hai? Maine bola tha ek aur ke saath toh ho chuka hai already… tujhse pehle! Jo mar gaya tha… wahi.”
“Ohhh!” Mere andar ek saath relief bhi aaya aur thodi si disappointment bhi. “Matlab…”
“Haan, literally jawab de rahi thi. Par agar tu yeh soch raha hai ki shaadi ke baad kisi ke saath gayi hoon toh nahi. Lekin agar hoti… toh teri yeh reaction sab kuchh bol rahi hai. Theory mein bolna bahut aasaan hai ki ‘main cool hoon’, jab pata hota hai ki main kabhi karungi nahi. Par agar sach mein kar leti toh tu toh poora pagal ho jata.”
Woh palat ke so gayi. Main bas let ke uski baat ko sochta raha.
Us raat ke baad hum dono ne yeh topic kabhi nahi chheda. Kuchh dino baad hum uske mummy-papa se milne gaye. Ek mahine baad main phir ship pe wapas… aur apne purane dhang pe.
Par ek cheez badal chuki thi.
Ab jab bhi main kisi port pe kisi jawan ladki ko chodta, dimag mein Menaka kisi aur ke neeche leti hui aa jaati thi… Dinesh type ka koi banda usko zor-zor se chod raha hai. Aur yeh soch ke mera lund aur tight ho jaata tha. Usko bataya nahi maine, par yeh fantasy ab mere sar mein ghar kar chuka tha.
Agli baar jab maine ghar Skype kiya, thodi routine baatein karne ke baad Menaka ne dheere se topic khola,
“Waise… Dara se thodi awkward baat ho gayi thi.”
“Hahaha, roof pe pakde jaane wali?”
“Haan.”
“Kya bola usne?”
“Main neeche parking mein baithi thi, Ayan aur uske doston pe nazar rakhe book padh rahi thi. Dara dheere-dheere paas aaya. Maine upar dekha toh dono sharma gaye. Woh bahut uncomfortable lag raha tha. Finally bola, ‘Memsaab, us raat ke liye maafi… society chairman ko bilkul mat batana, job chali jayegi.’”
Maine has ke poochha, “Tune kya bola?”
“Maine acting maari, ‘Mujhe toh kuchh pata hi nahi aap kya bol rahe ho.’ Socha hint samajh ke chala jayega.”
“Samjha?”
“Nahi yaar! Bilkul bewakoof. Maine toh pretend hi kar rahi thi ki kuchh hua hi nahi, matlab obviously nahi bataungi. Par woh laga rehta, ‘Woh raat memsaab… roof pe…’ Main irritate ho gayi, boli, ‘Sach mein kuchh pata nahi, book padhne do.’”
“Phir chup ho gaya?”
“Thodi der chup raha, phir bola, ‘Sorry memsaab… majboori thi. Ghar thodi hai… jhopdi mein Hira ke saath rehta hoon, privacy kahan?’ Maine strategy badli, boli, ‘Theek hai Dara, kisi ko nahi bataungi. Ab jaao yahan se.’”
“Toh gaya?”
“Arre kahan! Phir apni biwi ke marne ki kahani, paanch saal se akelapan, majboori… full sob story shuru. Maine finally uth ke walk away kar diya. Thankfully peeche nahi aaya.”
Main has raha tha, par dimag mein scene chal raha tha – Menaka bench pe baithi, sari mein, pallu thoda side, dopahar ki dhoop mein uska fair face laal… aur Dara uske bilkul paas khada, nazar uske cleavage aur kamar pe… lund khada hone laga hoga uska.
Jaise hi Menaka uth ke chali, Dara peeche se uski badi gaand ko matakti hui dekh raha tha… sari ka tight pallu, petticoat ke neeche gaand ka perfect shape, har kadam pe left-right dolta hua… uski aankhon mein ekdum bhookhi si aag jag gayi hogi.
Woh wahi khada raha, lund pant mein sakht, sochta hua – “Ek din toh yeh badi gaand bhi dabbaonga aur isko bhi roof pe chodunga.”
“Jab tak usko confidence hai ki tu nahi batayegi, theek rahega.”
“Hope so. Par woh scene aur woh awaazein… abhi bhi dimaag se nahi nikalti.”
“Moaning wali?”
“Aur woh thap-thap wali bhi.”
“Thappad maar raha tha kya???”
“Nahi nahi… woh wali!” Woh sharma ke boli. “Jab koi zor-zor se chodta hai na… skin slap karti hai… woh sound.”
“Hahaha, budhau itni zor se thok raha tha ki thap-thap sunai de raha tha?”
“Hehe… haan, bahut intense tha. Aur kitna kinky… khule aasman ke neeche, double umar ka buddha aur aadhi umar ki maid… aur woh ladki jo awaazein nikaal rahi thi…”
Menaka ki awaaz ekdum husky ho gayi thi.
“Lagta hai tujhe bada turn-on ho gaya tha!” Maine mazaak maara.
“Shut up!” Woh has ke boli.
“Lagta hai koi maid ban-ne ko tadap rahi hai!” Maine phir se tease kiya.
“WHAAAT???” Uske chehre pe ekdum gussa aa gaya. “Yeh kya bakwaas bol rahe ho?”
“Arre chill chill, mazaak kar raha tha!”
“Bahut ghatiya mazaak tha.” Woh aur gussa ho gayi.
“Sorry Menaka, sach mein. Itna bura laga mujhe pata nahi tha.”
Woh kuchh second mujhe ghoorti rahi, phir boli,
“Main soti hoon. Bye.”
Aur call cut.
Main wahin screen ke saamne dang reh gaya. Itni gussa Menaka ko maine 9 saal mein kabhi nahi dekha tha. Woh toh hamesha shant, seedhi, jhagda avoid karne wali thi. Kabhi awaaz bhi nahi uthayi. Aaj first time poora blast hua.
Phone kar ke clear karne ka mann tha, par itna gussa tha toh thodi der ruk gaya.
Aadhe ghante baad Skype ring hua. Maine uthaya.
“Sorry,” Menaka ne bilkul soft awaaz mein bola, chehra tense. “Pata nahi mujhe kya ho gaya.”
“Nahi nahi, meri galti thi baby.”
“Nahi… asal mein meri hi galti thi.”
“Maine hi line cross kar di.”
“Nahi… actually isi liye toh gussa ho gayi.”
“Matlab?”
“Oh god… kaise bolun.” Usne muh haathon mein chhupa liya.
“Kya hua jaan?”
Poori ek minute usne muh chhupaye rakha, phir nikala.
“Maine… Dara ke baare mein ek dream dekha tha.”
“Okay…”
“Do raat pehle. Aur… jaise tune bola… dream mein main maid ki jagah thi.” Uska chehra tomato ban gaya.
“Aur?”
“Aur kya?”
“Dream mein kuchh kiya?”
“Dream mein toh obviously! Reality mein nahi!”
Main peeche ho ke muskuraya.
“Toh tu guilty feel kar rahi hai kyunki ek sex dream dekh liya?”
“Haan!”
Main hansne laga.
“Kyun has rahe ho?” Woh chir gayi.
“Hahaha yaar Menaka, 9 saal faithful rehne ke baad ek dream dekh liya aur guilty trip pe chali gayi? Mere muqable dekh!”
“Main tere jaisi nahi hoon.” Usne thanda swar mein bola.
“I know I know,” maine dono haath upar kiye.
“Sirf yeh dream nahi hai,” woh boli. “Pichhle ek saal se… kuchh alag sa feel ho raha hai.”
“Kaise?”
“Bas… bahut zyada… horny rehti hoon. Sochti rehti hoon… you know.”
“Sex ke baare mein?”
“Haan.”
Yeh shocking nahi tha. Pichhli baar jab 3 mahine ghar pe tha, maine notice kiya tha ki Menaka ka sex drive sky high ho gaya tha. Pehle toh main initiate karta tha, woh ready ho jaati thi. Shuru-shuru mein thodi sharmili thi, pregnancy aur Ayan ke baad aur bhi. Par dhire-dhire comfortable ho gayi thi… oral bhi, thodi experiment bhi.
Maine uske boundaries kabhi zyada push nahi kiye kyunki bahar ports pe jo ladkiyan milti thi woh full wild hoti thi. Ghar aata tha toh Menaka ke saath simple, pyar wala, comfort sex hi pasand tha. Bahar apne wild oats bo deta tha.
Par last trip mein woh bahut vocalive ho gayi thi… awaazein zyada, orgasm jaldi, total different energy. Initiate toh nahi karti thi par hint zaroor deti thi kabhi-kabhi.
“Toh ab tu bahut horny rehti hai?”
“Yeh word kitna cheap hai!” Usne muh banaya. “Par haan… is baar tune jaate hi bahut craving hone lagi. Pehle kabhi nahi hua aisa.”
“Natural hai yaar.”
“ Mere liye nahi!”
“Jaan, tujhe nahi pata? Ladkiyon ka sexual peak 30-35 mein aata hai… khaskar baccha hone ke baad.”
“Sach mein?”
“Haan. Body ab confident feel karta hai, tu ab full-on apni sexuality enjoy kar rahi hai.”
“Hmm…” woh soch mein pad gayi.
“Kitni baar masturbate karti hai?” Maine seedha poochh liya.
“PRAKASH!!!” Usne poora laal ho ke muh haath se band kiya.
“Arre ab husband se bhi chhupaayegi 9 saal ke baad?”
“Please yaar.”
“Din mein paanch baar?”
“Naaaa!”
“Toh?”
“Ek-do baar… subah shower mein ya raat ko sone se pehle.”
“Aur kya sochti hai?”
“Tu hai na.” Jaldi se boli. Main jaanta tha jhooth bol rahi hai, par force nahi kiya. Das saal mein pehli baar itni open baat ho rahi thi.
Thodi der dono chup rahe. Phir woh boli,
“Ab sach mein sona hai.”
“Mere liye kar na aaj.” Maine mazaak mein bola.
“Shut up!”
“Arre please, cabin mein akela hoon.”
“Phir bhi weird lagega.”
Thodi der manane ki koshish ki, mana karti rahi, finally chhod diya.
Dara ne jab Menaka se maafi maang li thi, Us din ke baad Dara ki nazar Menaka pe poori tarah se jam gayi.
Subah 8:15 baje, college bus aane ka time.
Menaka Ayan ka haath pakad ke gate ki taraf aati hai… sari mein, ya pastel colour ka salwar-kameez. Pallu thoda loose, dopahar ki dhoop mein uska fair pet aur cleavage halka sa chamak raha hota hai.
Dara gate pe “duty” karte hue bhi aankhen uspe hi gadaye rehta hai:
Jab Menaka jhuk ke Ayan ke bag mein bottle daalti hai → pallu neeche girta hai, bra ka strap aur deep cleavage dikhta hai. Dara ki nazar wahi atak jaati hai.
Jab woh bus mein bitha ke seedhi hoti hai → sari ka tight pallu uski badi-badi chhatiyon ka perfect shape dikhaata hai. Dara ka muh khula reh jaata hai.
Bus jaane ke baad Menaka palat ti hai → gaand ka heavy swing, sari-petticoat mein har step pe left-right dolti hui. Dara dono haathon se apni pant ke upar se lund ko adjust kar leta hai, aankhen badi-badi karke dekhta rehta hai jab tak woh lift mein gayab nahi ho jaati.
Shaam ko grocery shopping ke liye jaati hai toh bhi wahi scene:
Haath mein bag, sari ka pallu side mein lapeta → kamar ka curve aur gaand ka full round shape dikhta hai.
Jab stairs se utarti hai → har kadam pe gaand upar-neeche, Dara gate pe khada seedha uski matakti hui badi gaand ko ghoorta rehta hai.
Kabhi-kabhi wind chalti hai, pallu ud jaata hai → bra ka lace aur pet ka halka sa roll dikh jaata hai. Dara ki saansen tez ho jaati hain, lund pant mein khada ho ke ragadne lagta hai.
Aur jab Menaka wapas aati hai, haath mein 2-3 bags, thodi thak ke chalti hai → pasina se sari body pe chipak jaati hai, nipples ka hint dikhne lagta hai. Dara turant gate khol deta hai, par aankhen uski geeli kamar, pasine se chamakte cleavage aur tight sari mein ubhari hui gaand pe hi tikki rehti hain.
Har baar woh andar jaate hue ek baar peeche mud ke dekhti hai… Dara ko pata hota hai, phir bhi besharam ban ke ghoorta rehta hai, jeebh se hoth chaat ta hua.
Ab toh uski routine ban gayi hai:
Menaka jab bhi building se bahar ya andar aati hai, Dara ki bhookhi nazar uski chhati, kamar aur sabse zyada uski badi matakti hui gaand pe hi hoti hai… jaise keh raha ho – “Ek din toh yeh sab mera hi hoga, memsaab.” ?
Dara ki raaton ki neend aur din ki duty… dono ab sirf Menaka ke naam ho chuke hain.
Jab woh jhopdi mein leta hai, ya gate pe chair pe baitha cigarette peeta hai… dimag mein sirf ek hi film chalti rehti hai:
Memsaab lift se utarti hain… sari mein… pallu thoda side. Woh unko “Namaste memsaab” bolta hai, par sochta hai – “Aaj pallu ko kheench ke phenk doon aur dono bade-bade boobs muh mein bhar loon.”
Subah college bus ke time… Menaka jhuk ke Ayan ko kiss karti hai. Dara sochta hai – “Agar abhi gate band kar doon aur peeche se pakad loon… sari upar utha ke panty side karke yahin gate ke paas chudai kar doon… koi dekh bhi nahi payega.”
Jab Menaka grocery leke aati hai, pasine se sari chipki hui hoti hai… nipples dikh rahe hote hain. Dara fantasy mein usko compound ke andhere corner mein le jaata hai, sari ke andar haath daal ke chut ragadta hai aur bolta hai, “Memsaab, aap bhi toh geeli ho rahi hain… chalo roof pe chalen.”
Sabse favourite fantasy – raat ke 2 baje. Woh chupke se flat ke andar ghus jaata hai. Menaka bedroom mein so rahi hoti hai, nighty upar tak chadhi hui. Woh dheere se nighty upar karta hai, panty utaar deta hai aur seedha muh laga deta hai. Menaka chaunk ke uthati hai, par woh uska muh daba deta hai aur zor-zor se choosne lagta hai jab tak woh jhad na jaaye.
Ek aur wild wali – roof pe dopahar mein. Menaka kapde sukha rahi hoti hai. Woh peeche se aata hai, sari ka pallu kheench ke phenk deta hai, blouse faad deta hai aur pabangt pe tek ke ghodi bana ke peeche se chudai kar deta hai. Neeche log aate-jaate dikhte hain, par woh rukta nahi… zor-zor se chudai karta rehta hai aur bolta hai, “Chillao memsaab… sabko pata chal jaaye aap kisko chudwa rahi hain.”
Kabhi-kabhi sochta hai – Banke ko bhi saath mein bula le. Ek Memsaab ke muh mein, doosra peeche se… dono milkar is badi gaand wali gori memsaab ko chodte rahen jab tak yeh ro-ro ke maafi na maang le.
Har fantasy ke end mein woh jhad jaata hai… kabhi jhopdi mein, kabhi roof pe, kabhi duty pe baith ke pant ke andar hi.
Aur har baar ek hi baat pakki rehti hai:
“Ek din… bilkul ek din… yeh sapne sach kar ke hi rahunga.”
Pehle-pehle Menaka ko laga shayad galat-fehemi hai… par ab woh bilkul pakki ho chuki hai ki Dara usko ghoorta hi rehta hai.
Subah college bus ke time
Jaise hi woh Ayan ka haath pakad ke gate ki taraf aati hai, Dara ki nazar turant uski chhati pe jam jaati hai.
Pallu thoda bhi side hota hai toh woh aankhen badi-badi kar ke cleavage ko ghoorta hai… bilkul besharam tarike se.
Jab woh jhuk ke Ayan ko bus mein bithati hai aur pallu neeche girta hai, Dara ki jeebh apne-aap hoth pe aa jaati hai… Menaka side se dekh leti hai aur turant pallu theek karti hai, par andar se ek current si daud jaati hai.
Grocery se wapas aate waqt
Bags leke chalte hue jab sari thodi tight ho jaati hai aur gaand ka shape poora ubhar ke aata hai, Dara gate pe khada seedha uski matakti hui gaand ko ghoorta rehta hai.
Menaka feel karti hai ki peeche se koi garam nazar uski gaand jala rahi hai… ek baar peeche mud ke dekha toh Dara ne jaldi se nazar hata li, par muh pe ek gandi si smile thi.
Lift mein akeli mil jaaye toh
Dara andar aa jaata hai, mirror mein seedha uski chhati ya kamar pe nazar tikayi rehti hai.
Menaka sharma ke neeche dekhti hai, par jaanti hai ki uski saansein tez ho rahi hain aur uska lund pant mein khada ho raha hai.
Shaam ko balcony mein khadi ho toh
Neeche Dara chair pe baitha hota hai, par nazar upar hi hoti hai.
Kabhi pallu hawa se ud jaata hai, Menaka turant pakad leti hai, par uski nazar mein ek ajeeb si bhookh dikhti hai… jaise abhi daud ke upar aa jayega.
Ab Menaka ko har baar lagta hai –
Jab bhi woh building se bahar nikalti hai ya andar aati hai, Dara ki nazar uske boobs, kamar aur sabse zyada uski badi gaand pe hoti hai… jaise kapde faad ke abhi kha jayega.
Aur sach bataun…
Pehle sharmindagi hoti thi, ab thodi si geeli hone lagti hai.
Har baar sochti hai – “Agar aaj isne haath bhi laga diya toh main rok bhi paungi ya nahi?” ??
Ek din Menaka ne plan banaya.
Subah Ayan ko bus mein bitha ke wapas aayi toh usne bilkul alag look mein entry maari:
Red colour ki georgette sari, low-waist mein lapeti hui (petticoat itna neeche ki navel se 2 inch neeche tak nanga pet).
Blouse backless… sirf do patle se dore peeche bandhe hue, poori kamar aur back nangi.
Sari itni tight lapeti ki gaand ka perfect round shape aur dono hips ka curve bilkul ubhar ke dikh raha tha.
Pallu bhi bilkul thin aur loose chhoda, jaise hi chalti thi pallu ud ud ke bra ka lace aur side-boob dikh jaata.
Gate pe Dara khada tha.
Jaise hi Menaka aayi, uski aankhen ekdum se badi ho gayi… muh khula reh gaya.
Menaka dheere-dheere chal rahi thi, jaan-boojh ke hips zyada swing kar rahi thi.
Har kadam pe gaand left-right dolti hui… sari tight hone ki wajah se har curve dikh raha tha.
Dara ki nazar:
Pehle poori nangi kamar pe atki… pasina chamak raha tha.
Phir jab pallu hawa se uda toh side-boob aur deep cleavage pe.
Jab Menaka paas se guzri toh peeche mud ke dekha… backless blouse mein poori nangi peeth aur bra ke neeche wali nangi kamar… aur uske neeche sari mein lapeti hui badi-badi gaand.
Dara ka lund pant mein ekdum khada ho gaya… usne haath se dabaya par nazar nahi hatayi.
Menaka lift ke paas pahunchi, jaan-boojh ke ek baar peeche mud ke dekha… Dara ko apni gaand ko ghoorte hue pakad liya.
Usne sharma ke smile di aur dheere se pallu theek karte hue lift mein ghus gayi.
Lift ka darwaza band hone se pehle Dara ki aankhon mein sirf ek hi cheez thi –
“Memsaab aaj khud bula rahi hain…” ?
Shaam ko jab woh grocery leke wapas aayi, wohi sari aur blouse… ab Dara seedha gate ke paas khada uska intezaar kar raha tha, aankhen laal, lund pant mein ubhra hua.
Menaka paas se guzri, dheere se boli, “Kya dekh rahe ho itna?”
Dara ne sirf hoth chaate aur bola, “Memsaab… aaj bahut sundar lag rahi hain.”
Menaka ka secret fantasy (woh jo woh Prakash ko bhi poori tarah nahi bata paayi thi)
Location hamesha wahi roof
Dream mein woh hamesha usi building ke roof pe hoti hai, raat ke 1-2 baje, Mumbai ki garmi, door se local train ki awaaz, upar se chandni… aur bilkul khula aasman. Light off, sirf street light aur building ke neeche wala sodium lamp ka halka orange glow.
Dara nahi… par Dara jaisa
Dream mein hero Dara nahi hota, par exactly usi type ka aadmi hota hai – 50-55 saal ka, thoda saanwla, buddhaapan shuru, safed balon wali dadhi, patla-sa lekin taakat wala, watchman wali khaki uniform pehne hue (shirt ke button khule hue, banyaan khuli hui). Woh “memsaab” bol ke baat karta hai, thodi si Nepali-Gorkhali accent mein.
Power dynamic full-on
Menaka ko yeh baat sabse zyada turn-on karti hai ki woh “upper-class memsaab” hai aur woh “lower-class watchman” usko chod raha hai. Woh usko “Dara ji” bolti hai dream mein, aur woh usko “memsaab” ya “malkin” bolta hai. Yeh class difference uska chut ekdum geela kar deta hai.
Starting scene hamesha same
Menaka roof pe kapde sukane aati hai (bilkul jaise real life mein kabhi-kabhi aati hai). Thodi der baat-cheet, Dara paas aata hain, pehle “memsaab thoda pani gir gaya aapke suit pe” bol ke haath se chhute hain… phir dheere se kamar pe haath, phir seedha boobs dabata hai. Menaka pehle sharma ke peeche hat-ti hai, par resist nahi karti.
Clothes almost-on rehte hain
Poore nange nahi hote. Menaka ka salwar-kameez ya nighty upar utha diya jata hai, bra upar, panty side mein khisak jaati hai. Dara ki pant sirf ghutno tak neeche. Yeh half-dressed, jaldi-jaldi mein feel usko bahut wild lagta hai.
Position fixed: Doggy on the pabangt
Hamesha wahi – Menaka dupatte se aankhen bandhi hui, dono haath pabangt wall pe, jhuk ke khadi. Dara peeche se pakad ke zor-zor se chodta hai. Thap-thap-thap ki awaaz poore roof pe goonjti hai. Kabhi-kabhi uska muh dabata hai taaki zor se chillaye na.
Dirty talk purely desi-vulgar
Dara bolta hai:
“Memsaab, kitne dino se aapki gaand dekh ke lund khada hota tha”
“Aapke pati foreign mein kisko chod rahe honge, aaj aapko hum chodenge”
“Bade-bade doodh wali malkin ko watchman ka lund kaisa laga?”
Menaka dream mein sirf siskiya leti hai aur “Dara ji… dheere… koi dekh lega…” bolti hai, par chut aur geeli ho jaati hai.
Risk factor = biggest turn-on
Dream mein hamesha yeh darr rehta hai ki koi neighbour ya dusra watchman aa jayega. Ek baar dream mein toh neeche se Hira (dusra watchman) ki awaaz aati hai “Dara ji kahan ho?” aur woh rukta nahi, aur zor se chodta rehta hai.
Ending hamesha creampie.
Hamesha andar hi jhadta hai. Menaka ko yeh feeling bahut wild lagti hai – garam semen uski chut mein bhar jaata hai, phir woh jaldi se kapde theek karke neeche bhaagti hai, darr ke andar andar geeli panty pehen ke.
Guilt + repeat
Jaagne ke baad Menaka ko guilty feel hota hai, par agle din shower mein ya raat ko fingering karte waqt wapas wahi scene repeat hota hai. Kabhi-kabhi toh real life mein bhi roof pe jaate waqt uska dil zor-zor se dhadakta hai… sochti hai “agar sach mein aa gaya toh?”
Abhi tak yeh sirf fantasy hai… par jab woh Dinesh ka card dekhti hai ya kisi party mein koi mature aadmi usko dekhta hai, uski chut ekdum geeli ho jaati hai aur dimag mein wahi roof wala scene chal jaata hai.
Ek din shayad fantasy se reality mein cross kar hi jaaye… who knows?
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Main abhi bhi yaad karta hoon jab sab start hua tha. Mera ship Rotterdam mein docked tha. Shift khatam karke room mein aaya, aur daily routine ke hisaab se Skype on karke Mumbai wali wife Menaka se baat karne laga. Wahan almost midnight ho chuka tha.
Menaka bilkul time pe aayi. Hum dono ne apna-apna din ka hisaab-kitab diya, usne bataya ki hamara 8 saal ka Ayan spelling test mein A grade laaya, aur yeh bhi complain kiya ki kitni garmi aur humidity ho gayi hai. Poore 30-35 minute baat karne ke baad usne bola,
“Achha by the way Prakash, ek funny aur thodi sharmnaak baat batani hai.”
“Kya hua?”
“Hehe, bahut weird hai. Basically maine Dara ko roof pe sex karte dekh liya!”
“WHAT THE HELL??”
Dara hamare building ka buddha Nepali watchman tha. Ganja, patla-sa Gurkha type, building ke neeche chhote se jhonpde mein dusre watchman ke saath rehta tha. Bas kuchh mahine pehle hi hamare yahan laga tha.
“Internet nahi chal raha tha, company walon ko phone kiya to bole roof ke darwaze ke paas wala switch check karo. Kal technician bhej denge, par agar tum khud kar sakti ho to kar lo. Ek ghanta pehle gayi thi main. Unke instructions follow karke switch reset kiya aur wapas jaane hi wali thi ki roof ka darwaza khula dikha.”
Hamare building ka roof ka darwaza hamesha lock rehta hai, har flat ko ek chabi hoti hai.
“Maine socha shayad koi bhool gaya lock karna. Mere paas to chabi thi hi. Socha check kar loon koi upar hai ya nahi, phir lock kar dungi. Jaise hi upar pahunchi, halke-halke moaning sounds aaye. Curiosity mein roof cross kiya aur paani ki tanki ke peeche… hehehe.”
“Oh my god… hahaha… kuchh accha dikha kya? Kis ke saath tha woh?”
“Building mein kaam karne wali ek maid, Vimla lagta hai naam uska. Early 20s hogi. Dono full josh mein lage hue the.”
“Poore nange the?”
“Semi-naked. Neeche se dono nange. Uska shirt tha, uska kameez tha. Woh pabangt pe haath rakh ke jhuki thi, aur woh peeche se chod raha tha.”
“Toh tujhe kya-kya dikha?”
“Zyada nahi, thoda andhera tha. Roof ki light usne off kar rakhi thi. Par jo street light aa rahi thi usme kaafi kuchh clear dikh gaya.”
“Yeh toh bahut mast hai yaar. Budhau Dara? Kisne socha tha itna bada player nikla!”
“Anyway, jab maine scene dekha toh shock hi ho gaya, wahin khadi reh gayi. Poora ek minute dekhti rahi. Phir Dara ne mujhe dekh liya. Ekdum se ruk gaya, kuchh bolne hi wala tha ki main sharma ke palti aur bhaag gayi.”
“Hahaha. Pata nahi uske baad ruk gaye ya continue karte rahe.”
“Idea nahi. Tu hota toh shayad continue karta.”
“Shayad. Waise kal Skype nahi kar paunga.”
“Kyon?”
“Wohi THE reason. Details chahiye?”
“Nahi.” Menaka ke chehre se smile gayab.
Thodi der awkward silence. Phir boli,
“Parso?”
“Haan, same time.”
“Okay. Phir baat karte hain. Good night.”
“Good night.”
Nau saal ki shaadi ke baad bhi, Menaka ne THE reason accept toh kar liya tha, par dil se poori tarah comfortable nahi thi. Aur THE reason yeh tha ki meri date thi… ek bahut hi hot Dutch aunty ke saath.
Main merchant ship pe engineering officer hoon. Matlab saal ke 6 mahine toh India se door, duniya bhar ke ports pe ghoomta rehta hoon. Bachpan se sapna tha yeh job, bada hoke bhi bahut maza aata hai. Jaipur mein conservative Marwari family mein pala-bada, bilkul seedha-sadha nerd type. Engineering college tak virgin tha yaar. Phir merchant navy join kiya aur jaise hi senior colleagues ke saath ghooma, ek saal mein hi full male nympho ban gaya.
Shuru-shuru mein Amsterdam ke classy red-light area mein colleagues mujhe ghaseet ke le gaye. Phir dusre ports ke thode shady wale areas. Phir samajh aaya ki har port pe singles bars, pick-up joints kahan hote hain. Seniors se full training li – ladkiyon se kaise baat karo, signals kaise padho, kon si wali ko target karna hai. Aur waise bhi, khud ko bolun toh main dikhta bhi decent hoon aur baat bhi achhi kar leta hoon.
Jaldi hi pehla free-wala one-night stand ho gaya – Hamburg mein. Luisa naam tha, platinum blonde, early 30s ki single mom, full Indophile thi. Do-char peg lage aur deal pakk, uska ghar pahunch gaye. Ghodi ban ke poore teen ghante mujhe ragadti rahi.
Pehle kuchh ladkiyan mostly gori thi. Phir dhire-dhire variety badh gayi – Chinese, Arab, South American, African, aur obviously Indian bhi. 25 ki umar tak toh almost har race taste kar chuka tha.
Par kuchh missing tha yaar. Sirf chudai ka scene thodi na chalega hamesha. Genuine companionship chahiye tha. To jab Bombay mein ek mahine ki chhutti pe ek one-night stand wali ladki (Neha, Punjabi investment banker) attachment dikhane lagi, main bhi serious ho gaya. Teen saal ka solid relationship chala. Par monogamous sirf pehla saal hi raha.
Koshish ki bahut, Neha ke saath faithful rehne ki. Poora ek saal toh pakka raha. Par jab lamba contract pe door rehta tha, colleagues uksate the – sab shaadi-shuda the par sab wife ko full thag rahe the. Bas phir ek baar phisla, phir phisla, phir phisla. Neha ko pata nahi chalne diya. Par woh already suspicious thi, mera purana record jo tha. Do saal baad finally “pakda” gaya – woh bhi engagement ke turant baad.
Ladai, jhagda, rona-dhona, chillana – full drama. Maine samjhaya ki woh meri life ki love hai, jo main ship pe karta hoon woh sirf body ka matter hai, dil se kuchh nahi. Promise kiya ruk jaunga. Raat bhar ke jhagde ke baad usne mauka diya.
Par nahi tik paya. Ek aur saal tak taane, phir finally ek zabardast ladai – engagement ring seedha Arabian Sea mein!
Break-up se toota hua wapas purane raaste pe aa gaya, aur full badle ki aag ke saath. Par do saal baad phir se akelapan lagne laga.
Ghar wale (ab bhi pure Marwari conservative) shuru se hi pressure daal rahe the shaadi ka. Neha ke Punjabi hone pe naak-muuh sikode the, par settle hone ki khushi mein accept kar liye the. Jab break-up bataya toh full gussa. 30 ke baad toh pressure aur badh gaya. Finally 2 mahine ki chhutti pe ghar aaya toh haath utha diya – theek hai, rishta dekho.
Jo bhi ladkiyan dikhaayi sab same template – Marwari, same sub-caste, kundli match, sundar par zyada padhi-likhi nahi, “homely” matlab seedhi, khana banaye, ghar sambhale, jo bole man leti ho. Merchant navy engineer ki salary achhi thi toh demand toh thi, par IAS ya MBA wale jitni nahi.
Pehli ladki toh itni khatarnaak thi ki aaj bhi yaad karke khada ho jata hai. Shuru mein sab badhiya chala, families khush. Finally permission mila akela “date” pe jaane ka.
Wahin match khatam. Neha ka experience, apni libido, itne saalon se colleagues ko dekhte hue ek hi conclusion pe pahuncha tha. Coffee order karne ke baad seedha rehearsed speech shuru:
“Ek baat pehle clear kar doon. Mera job aisa hai 6-9 mahine saal bhar foreign rehta hoon. Main jawan hoon, khoon garam hai, needs hain. Ship pe rahunga toh needs poori karunga, jaise ab tak karta aaya hoon. Emotionally poori tarah tera hi rahunga, shaadi ke pro honge, par door rahunga toh dusri auraton ke saath sounga. Colleagues ko dekha hai jhooth bol ke shaadi chalate hain, main aisa nahi chahta.
Mujhe chahiye…”
“Please mujhe ghar chhod do.” Usne gusse se chehra laal kar ke baat kaat di.
Main chupchap ghar chhod aaya. Mummy-papa ko pata na chale isliye usse request ki kuchh aur reason bol dena.
Rejection aaya – “Unhe pasand nahi ki husband saal ke aadhe din door rahega.”
Mummy-papa dukhi. Phir teen aur ladkiyan – same story, meri “policy” sun ke sab ne naa kar di.
Aur phir aayi Menaka.
Menaka ko mummy-papa ne “damaged goods” bola tha. Actually pehle toh dekhne ka bhi mood nahi tha unka, par jo mutual family friend rishta laaya tha usne itna pressure daala ki finally maan gaye.
Baaki sab mein woh bhi same thi jaise baaki prospects – Marwari, decent family, sundar, well-mannered. Bas ek bada difference tha – woh widow thi. 22 saal ki hi thi jab college khatam hote hi shaadi hui thi, ek businessman se. Teesre mahine mein hi car accident mein husband mar gaya. Menaka ko chhoti-moti kharoch aayi, par uspe “badkismat” ka tag lag gaya. Ab 25 saal ki thi, maa-baap ke paas rehti thi. Sasural wale uska muh nahi dekhna chahte the.
Toh samajh sakte ho mere orthodox Marwari parents ko kitna jhatka laga jab pehli meeting ke baad maine bola, “Mujhe Menaka bahut pasand aayi.” Bahut khoobsurat thi, apne aap ko achhe se carry karti thi, par usse zyada uski aankhon mein ek alag si samajh thi, shayad teen saal ke dukh ne de di thi.
Jab maine usko wahi speech di jo baaki ladkiyon ko diya tha, woh na gussa hui na sharmai.
Poori patience se sunti rahi. Phir ek minute chup rahi. Phir dheere se boli,
“Meri college friend Priya ka mama merchant navy mein tha. Woh batati thi unke baare mein.”
“Okay…” maine bola.
Phir do minute aur chuppi.
“Tumhe pata hai na meri pehli shaadi ke baare mein? Aur kaise khatam hui?”
“Haan.”
“Aur tumhe koi problem nahi?”
“Bilkul nahi.”
“Tumhare mummy-papa?”
“Woh main sambhal loonga.”
Phir ek minute aur chup.
“Dahej-waahej hum zyada nahi de paayenge… pehli shaadi mein mummy-papa ne saara saving laga diya tha…”
“Dahej? Kisne bola dahej chahiye? Na mujhe chahiye na mummy-papa ko.”
Usne bas sar hilaaya. Phir dheere se boli,
“Do din do mujhe sochne ko.”
Do din baad uska haan aaya. Mummy ne poora drama kiya, nangey paer ghar ke bahar nikalne ki dhamki di, par main adaa raha. Bola agar Menaka nahi toh koi foreigner laa dunga ghar. Ek mahine mein shaadi ho gayi.
Nau saal bilkul smoothly nikal gaye. Kuchh hi mahinon mein Menaka pregnant ho gayi. Ayan paida hua. Bombay mein apna flat liya, Jaipur se base yahan shift kar diya. Mummy-papa ko bhi Menaka se dil se pyar ho gaya. Jab shaadi ke ek saal baad bhi main zinda bacha raha toh unka “badkismat” wala dar bhi nikal gaya.
Menaka ne apna promise poora kiya – THE reason pe kabhi kuchh nahi boli, kabhi taana nahi maara, agar baat aati bhi thi toh topic change kar deti thi.
Sirf ek baar thoda jhagda hua tha, shaadi ke pehle saal. Hum dono bed pe lette the, sex karne ke baad.
“Tum gazab ho yaar! Pregnancy ka weight ekdum se kaise utaar diya tune?”
“Ab bhi 5 kilo zyada hoon.”
“Nonsense, bilkul perfect voluptuous hai tu.”
“Bas mujhe khush karne ke liye bol rahe ho.”
“Nahi seriously, koi bhi mard tujhe bed pe dekh ke khush ho jaayega.”
“Chup karo!” usne playfully thappad maara.
“Mera kehna mat maan, try karke dekh le.”
“Kya matlab?”
“Maine kabhi openly nahi bola, par samajh toh thi na? Main saal ke aadhe din door rehta hoon. Teri bhi needs hoti hongi. Main hypocrite nahi hoon. Agar tujhe koi chahiye toh…”
“SHUT UP PRAKASH!” usne gusse se roka. “Kaise baat karte ho tum!”
Phir ro padi. Maine sorry bola, baat khatam kar di. Saat saal tak dobara kabhi topic nahi uthaya.
Phir second time topic tab aaya jab 6 mahine pehle hum ek dost ki 10th anniversary party mein gaye the. Thane mein unka bada bangla tha, full grand party. College ka dost tha, 40-50 log aaye the, bachche bhi kaafi. Catering, drinks, music, kids ke liye games – sab tha.
Mere college ke kuchh aur dost bhi the, hum log purane din yaad karne mein lag gaye. Menaka wives ke group mein thi, Ayan bachchon ke saath khel raha tha. 45 minute baad jab dhyan gaya toh
Menaka kahin dikhi nahi. Main group se nikal ke usko dhoondhne laga.
Kuchh logon se poochha, finally peeche wale balcony pe pahuncha. Neeche porch mein Menaka ki awaaz aayi,
“Haan mummy, haan, Prakash se baat karungi aane ka.”
Mummy se baat kar rahi thi. Maine balcony se jhuk ke haath hilaya, usne bhi smile karke reply kiya. Main neeche jaane laga, beech mein ek aur dost mil gaya, do minute baat hui.
Phir peeche porch pe pahuncha. Wahan bada sa trimmed jhaad tha, uske peeche Menaka khadi thi. Main ghum ke jaane hi wala tha ki uski awaaz aayi,
“Kitne cute hain!”
“Haan na? Poore mummy pe gaye hain.” Ek mard ki awaaz.
Main ekdum ruk gaya. Awaz pehchan gaya – Dinesh naam ka banda, party mein thodi der pehle intro hua tha. Uski wife kaam se bahar thi, bachche nani ke paas. Yaad tha kyunki usne Menaka ko mere saamne hi full check-out kiya tha. Menaka ko log dekhte hi rehte hain – sundar face, lambi silky baal, petite body par bade-bade D-cup boobs, motherhood ke baad curves aur bhi killer ho gaye hain. 34 ki umar mein bhi full knock-out hai.
Par yeh banda toh meri saamne hi besharam tarike se dekh raha tha. Baad mein dekha toh party mein har aurat se flirt kar raha tha. Handsome tha, natural player.
Dheere se side se gaya, jhaad ke beech se gap se dono dikh rahe the. Dinesh phone mein photos dikha raha tha, Menaka uske bagal mein khadi dekh rahi thi.
“Aur yeh raha unka mummy ka photo. Knock-out hai na?”
“Haan, bahut sundar hain.” Menaka ne politely bola.
“Par tumhare aage toh kuchh nahi.” usne seedha compliment maara.
Menaka sharma ke idhar-udhar dekhne lagi. Usse compliment bardaasht hi nahi hote, mujhse bhi.
“Kabhi play-date karwayenge. Tumhara beta dekha maine, mere bade wale ke almost same age ka.”
“Haan zaroor, jab aapki wife aa jaaye.”
“Arre woh toh bahut busy rehti hai, consultant hai, kaam se ghumti rehti hai. Kabhi time nahi milta.”
“Achha.”
“Tough hota hai na? Ek partner hamesha travel karta ho, bachche sambhalna… aur baaki cheezein bhi.” Usne hint maara.
Menaka chup rahi.
“Socho na kabhi. Jab meri wife out ho aur tumhara husband ship pe, hum log mil sakte hain.” Usne pocket se card nikala. “Yeh lo mera card.”
Menaka ne kuchh nahi bola, card le liya.
“Chalo main drink lene ja raha hoon. Call me.” Usne dheere se Menaka ke kandhe pe haath rakh ke press kiya aur nikal liya.
Banda ka technique mast tha – zyada pressure nahi, hint diya, card thamaaya, nikal liya.
Main chupchap do minute aur dekhta raha. Menaka wahin khadi card ko dekhti rahi, phir purse mein daala, phone nikaala. Tab main bahar nikla.
“Arre yahan ho tum!” Usne smile kiya. “Kahan reh gaye the itni der?”
“Neeche aate waqt ek dost mil gaya… aur waise bhi thodi der Dinesh bhai se teri baat sun raha tha.”
“Oh.” Uske chehre pe smile gayab.
“Kya bola usne?”
“Haan suna na sab.”
“Kitna besharam aadmi hai!” Usne gusse ka acting kiya.
“Par card toh rakh liya tune.” Maine smile karke bola.
“Kya?” Usne thoda chir gayi.
Tabhi kisi ne awaaz lagayi,
“Sab log andar aao! Cake cut raha hai!”
Hum dono party mein wapas chale gaye.
Party mein wapas aaye, phir cake kata, photos khinchi, Ayan ko sambhala, ghar aate-aate raat ke 12 baj gaye. Car mein bhi Ayan saath tha isliye baat nahi hui. Finally bedroom mein pahunche tab Menaka ne topic khola.
“Maine card phenk diya.” Bed pe baithte hue boli.
“Kaunsa card?”
“Woh Dinesh wala. Tab purse mein dala tha kyunki wahan lawn pe kachra nahi karna chahti thi. Baad mein dustbin mein daal diya.”
“Arre itna defensive kyun ho rahi hai baby? Rakh leti card, mil leti usse, you know my policy na.”
Usne bas sar hilaaya aur muh fer liya. Maine kandhe pe haath rakha, kuchh nahi bola. Ek minute baad khud hi boli,
“Toh tum seriously okay hote agar main usko call karti aur milti?”
“Hundred percent.”
“Tune suna na kaise hint de raha tha. Agar main uske saath… regularly hang out karne lag jati toh?”
“I’ve told you even after marriage, main hypocrite nahi hoon.”
“Bolna bahut aasaan hai. Tere liye toh yeh sab theory mein hi hai. Par main jo nau saal se roz yeh sab soch-soch ke jee rahi hoon, woh tujhe kahan pata.”
“I know yaar, isliye toh bol raha hoon, agar role reverse hota na, main handle kar leta.”
Usne bas “huh” karke muh fer liya.
Thodi der chup rahi, phir maine poochha,
“Kabhi socha bhi hai tune? Ki mere alawa kisi aur ke saath feel kaisa hoga?”
“Maine tere alawa bhi ek aur ke saath toh kiya hai.” Bina palte bola.
“WHAAAT???????” Main bed pe seedha baith gaya. “KAB??? KISKE SAAAAATH???”
Woh palti, bilkul neutral face se mujhe dekha.
“Irritate kar raha hai na tujhe?” Usne dheere se poochha.
“Haan… matlab nahi… matlab…” mera dimaag full hang ho gaya. Nau saal se bolta aaya tha ki tu bhi enjoy kar, main thodi na jealous hounga… par jab usne sach mein bola toh dil mein ek teer sa laga.
Menaka bas dekhti rahi, jaise wait kar rahi ho ki ab kya bolunga. Finally maine bola,
“Agar tune kiya hai toh koi issue nahi mere ko.”
“Sach mein koi issue nahi?” Usne challenge karte hue poochha.
“Nahi yaar, bilkul nahi. Bas… honesty chahiye thi na. Tune bataya kyun nahi kabhi?”
“Tu har baar ship pe jo randiyon ke saath chudai karta hai, mujhe ek-ek ka naam-number batata hai kya?” Usne taana maara.
“Maine poochha tha na, tune bola tha nahi jaanna.”
“Main nahi jaanna. Toh tu kyun jaanna chahta hai?” Seedha sawal.
“Mai…” mera muh band.
Thodi der tak room mein full tension. Phir Menaka hans padi.
“Dekha? Bas itna bol diya ki kisi aur ke saath thi, aur tu toot gaya. Aur bolta hai ‘I’ll be totally fine’.”
Maine bas uske chehre ko dekhta reh gaya… dimag mein ek hi sawal ghum raha tha: kab, kisne, kitni baar??? ?
Maine kuchh nahi bola, bas usko ghoorta reh gaya. Woh hans rahi thi, par aankhon mein ek alag si chamak thi, jaise bahut saalon se yeh pal ka wait kar rahi ho.
“Relax kar Prakash,” woh boli aur mere gaal pe ungli firayi. “Tune jo abhi feel kiya na, woh exact wahi feeling mujhe har baar hota tha jab tu ship pe jaata tha. Har port, har Skype call ke baad dimag mein ek film chalti thi. Par main chup rehti thi kyunki tune pehle din hi sab clear kar diya tha.”
Phir woh bed pe seedhi baith gayi, blanket odha aur dheere se boli,
“Lekin haan… ek baar hua tha.”
Mera dil zor se dhak kiya.
“Tu jab 2022 mein 8 mahine ka contract pe gaya tha na, Singapore-Malaysia wala… tab.”
“Tab kya?” Meri awaaz khud ko hi bhari lag rahi thi.
“Ayan ko summer camp bheja tha, ghar mein sirf main akeli. Ek din building ke terrace pe Vimla (wahi maid jisko tune Dara ke saath dekha tha na roof pe) usne mujhse baat shuru ki. Usne bataya ki uska boyfriend bhi merchant navy mein hai, woh bhi 6-7 mahine door rehta hai. Phir dheere-dheere baat aage badhi. Ek din usne mujhe apne cousin se milwaya… naam tha Rohan. Navy ka hi officer tha, ek mahine ki leave pe Mumbai aaya tha.”
Menaka ne meri aankhon mein dekhte hue bola,
“Bas ek baar hua. Sirf ek raat. Uske baad uska contract shuru ho gaya, woh chala gaya. Phir kabhi contact nahi hua.”
Main chup tha. Dil mein kuchh jal bhi raha tha, kuchh ajeeb sa relief bhi tha ki finally sach samne aa gaya.
“Tu gussa hai?” usne dheere se poochha.
“Nahi… thoda hurt hu, par gussa nahi. Bas yeh soch raha hoon ki tune itne saal tak akeli yeh bojh uthaya.”
Menaka mere paas aayi, mere chest pe sar rakh diya.
“Ab equal ho gaye na hum dono?” usne muskurate hue bola. “Ab na tu mujhse details maang, na main tujhse. Bas yeh samajh le ki jo bhi hota hai doori mein, woh sirf body ka matter hai. Dil se hum dono ek dusre ke hi hain.”
Maine usko tightly hug kiya.
“Deal,” maine bola. “Par ek condition hai.”
“Kya?”
“Agar ab kabhi bhi tujhe koi Dinesh type mile aur mood bane… toh mujhe bata dena pehle. Surprise nahi chahiye ab.”
Woh zor se hans padi.
“Thik hai captain. Waise bhi ab toh tu bhi thoda jealous feel karta hai na? Ab maza aayega game mein.”
Us raat hum dono bahut saal baad itna openly, itna wildly sex kiye… jaise pehli baar kisi naye ke saath kar rahe ho, par saath hi purana pyar bhi full-on tha.
Aur tab se hamari shaadi mein ek nayi si freedom aa gayi. Kabhi main port se koi juicy story share karta, kabhi woh kisi party wale flirt ka hint deti. Dono ko pata hai rules clear hain, dil safe hai, aur jab ship se wapas aata hoon ya jab main ghar hota hoon, toh duniya ki koi bhi aurat Menaka ke aage kuchh nahi lagti.
“Toh sach nahi hai na?”
“Sach hai.”
“WHOOOOOO???”
“Tujhe jaanna kyun itna zaroori lag raha hai?”
“MENAKAAA!” Main ekdum se gussa ho gaya… aur saath hi thoda confuse bhi, kyunki dimag mein ek anjaan banda meri biwi ko chod raha hai yeh scene chala toh lund bhi khada hone laga tha.
“Okay theek hai,” Menaka ne lambi saans li aur boli, “Mera pehla husband.”
“Hainnnnn?????”
“Kabhi-kabhi tu kitna bhola ban jata hai yaar. Tune poochha tha na ki tere alawa kisi aur ke saath hone ka kabhi socha bhi hai? Maine bola tha ek aur ke saath toh ho chuka hai already… tujhse pehle! Jo mar gaya tha… wahi.”
“Ohhh!” Mere andar ek saath relief bhi aaya aur thodi si disappointment bhi. “Matlab…”
“Haan, literally jawab de rahi thi. Par agar tu yeh soch raha hai ki shaadi ke baad kisi ke saath gayi hoon toh nahi. Lekin agar hoti… toh teri yeh reaction sab kuchh bol rahi hai. Theory mein bolna bahut aasaan hai ki ‘main cool hoon’, jab pata hota hai ki main kabhi karungi nahi. Par agar sach mein kar leti toh tu toh poora pagal ho jata.”
Woh palat ke so gayi. Main bas let ke uski baat ko sochta raha.
Us raat ke baad hum dono ne yeh topic kabhi nahi chheda. Kuchh dino baad hum uske mummy-papa se milne gaye. Ek mahine baad main phir ship pe wapas… aur apne purane dhang pe.
Par ek cheez badal chuki thi.
Ab jab bhi main kisi port pe kisi jawan ladki ko chodta, dimag mein Menaka kisi aur ke neeche leti hui aa jaati thi… Dinesh type ka koi banda usko zor-zor se chod raha hai. Aur yeh soch ke mera lund aur tight ho jaata tha. Usko bataya nahi maine, par yeh fantasy ab mere sar mein ghar kar chuka tha.
Agli baar jab maine ghar Skype kiya, thodi routine baatein karne ke baad Menaka ne dheere se topic khola,
“Waise… Dara se thodi awkward baat ho gayi thi.”
“Hahaha, roof pe pakde jaane wali?”
“Haan.”
“Kya bola usne?”
“Main neeche parking mein baithi thi, Ayan aur uske doston pe nazar rakhe book padh rahi thi. Dara dheere-dheere paas aaya. Maine upar dekha toh dono sharma gaye. Woh bahut uncomfortable lag raha tha. Finally bola, ‘Memsaab, us raat ke liye maafi… society chairman ko bilkul mat batana, job chali jayegi.’”
Maine has ke poochha, “Tune kya bola?”
“Maine acting maari, ‘Mujhe toh kuchh pata hi nahi aap kya bol rahe ho.’ Socha hint samajh ke chala jayega.”
“Samjha?”
“Nahi yaar! Bilkul bewakoof. Maine toh pretend hi kar rahi thi ki kuchh hua hi nahi, matlab obviously nahi bataungi. Par woh laga rehta, ‘Woh raat memsaab… roof pe…’ Main irritate ho gayi, boli, ‘Sach mein kuchh pata nahi, book padhne do.’”
“Phir chup ho gaya?”
“Thodi der chup raha, phir bola, ‘Sorry memsaab… majboori thi. Ghar thodi hai… jhopdi mein Hira ke saath rehta hoon, privacy kahan?’ Maine strategy badli, boli, ‘Theek hai Dara, kisi ko nahi bataungi. Ab jaao yahan se.’”
“Toh gaya?”
“Arre kahan! Phir apni biwi ke marne ki kahani, paanch saal se akelapan, majboori… full sob story shuru. Maine finally uth ke walk away kar diya. Thankfully peeche nahi aaya.”
Main has raha tha, par dimag mein scene chal raha tha – Menaka bench pe baithi, sari mein, pallu thoda side, dopahar ki dhoop mein uska fair face laal… aur Dara uske bilkul paas khada, nazar uske cleavage aur kamar pe… lund khada hone laga hoga uska.
Jaise hi Menaka uth ke chali, Dara peeche se uski badi gaand ko matakti hui dekh raha tha… sari ka tight pallu, petticoat ke neeche gaand ka perfect shape, har kadam pe left-right dolta hua… uski aankhon mein ekdum bhookhi si aag jag gayi hogi.
Woh wahi khada raha, lund pant mein sakht, sochta hua – “Ek din toh yeh badi gaand bhi dabbaonga aur isko bhi roof pe chodunga.”
“Jab tak usko confidence hai ki tu nahi batayegi, theek rahega.”
“Hope so. Par woh scene aur woh awaazein… abhi bhi dimaag se nahi nikalti.”
“Moaning wali?”
“Aur woh thap-thap wali bhi.”
“Thappad maar raha tha kya???”
“Nahi nahi… woh wali!” Woh sharma ke boli. “Jab koi zor-zor se chodta hai na… skin slap karti hai… woh sound.”
“Hahaha, budhau itni zor se thok raha tha ki thap-thap sunai de raha tha?”
“Hehe… haan, bahut intense tha. Aur kitna kinky… khule aasman ke neeche, double umar ka buddha aur aadhi umar ki maid… aur woh ladki jo awaazein nikaal rahi thi…”
Menaka ki awaaz ekdum husky ho gayi thi.
“Lagta hai tujhe bada turn-on ho gaya tha!” Maine mazaak maara.
“Shut up!” Woh has ke boli.
“Lagta hai koi maid ban-ne ko tadap rahi hai!” Maine phir se tease kiya.
“WHAAAT???” Uske chehre pe ekdum gussa aa gaya. “Yeh kya bakwaas bol rahe ho?”
“Arre chill chill, mazaak kar raha tha!”
“Bahut ghatiya mazaak tha.” Woh aur gussa ho gayi.
“Sorry Menaka, sach mein. Itna bura laga mujhe pata nahi tha.”
Woh kuchh second mujhe ghoorti rahi, phir boli,
“Main soti hoon. Bye.”
Aur call cut.
Main wahin screen ke saamne dang reh gaya. Itni gussa Menaka ko maine 9 saal mein kabhi nahi dekha tha. Woh toh hamesha shant, seedhi, jhagda avoid karne wali thi. Kabhi awaaz bhi nahi uthayi. Aaj first time poora blast hua.
Phone kar ke clear karne ka mann tha, par itna gussa tha toh thodi der ruk gaya.
Aadhe ghante baad Skype ring hua. Maine uthaya.
“Sorry,” Menaka ne bilkul soft awaaz mein bola, chehra tense. “Pata nahi mujhe kya ho gaya.”
“Nahi nahi, meri galti thi baby.”
“Nahi… asal mein meri hi galti thi.”
“Maine hi line cross kar di.”
“Nahi… actually isi liye toh gussa ho gayi.”
“Matlab?”
“Oh god… kaise bolun.” Usne muh haathon mein chhupa liya.
“Kya hua jaan?”
Poori ek minute usne muh chhupaye rakha, phir nikala.
“Maine… Dara ke baare mein ek dream dekha tha.”
“Okay…”
“Do raat pehle. Aur… jaise tune bola… dream mein main maid ki jagah thi.” Uska chehra tomato ban gaya.
“Aur?”
“Aur kya?”
“Dream mein kuchh kiya?”
“Dream mein toh obviously! Reality mein nahi!”
Main peeche ho ke muskuraya.
“Toh tu guilty feel kar rahi hai kyunki ek sex dream dekh liya?”
“Haan!”
Main hansne laga.
“Kyun has rahe ho?” Woh chir gayi.
“Hahaha yaar Menaka, 9 saal faithful rehne ke baad ek dream dekh liya aur guilty trip pe chali gayi? Mere muqable dekh!”
“Main tere jaisi nahi hoon.” Usne thanda swar mein bola.
“I know I know,” maine dono haath upar kiye.
“Sirf yeh dream nahi hai,” woh boli. “Pichhle ek saal se… kuchh alag sa feel ho raha hai.”
“Kaise?”
“Bas… bahut zyada… horny rehti hoon. Sochti rehti hoon… you know.”
“Sex ke baare mein?”
“Haan.”
Yeh shocking nahi tha. Pichhli baar jab 3 mahine ghar pe tha, maine notice kiya tha ki Menaka ka sex drive sky high ho gaya tha. Pehle toh main initiate karta tha, woh ready ho jaati thi. Shuru-shuru mein thodi sharmili thi, pregnancy aur Ayan ke baad aur bhi. Par dhire-dhire comfortable ho gayi thi… oral bhi, thodi experiment bhi.
Maine uske boundaries kabhi zyada push nahi kiye kyunki bahar ports pe jo ladkiyan milti thi woh full wild hoti thi. Ghar aata tha toh Menaka ke saath simple, pyar wala, comfort sex hi pasand tha. Bahar apne wild oats bo deta tha.
Par last trip mein woh bahut vocalive ho gayi thi… awaazein zyada, orgasm jaldi, total different energy. Initiate toh nahi karti thi par hint zaroor deti thi kabhi-kabhi.
“Toh ab tu bahut horny rehti hai?”
“Yeh word kitna cheap hai!” Usne muh banaya. “Par haan… is baar tune jaate hi bahut craving hone lagi. Pehle kabhi nahi hua aisa.”
“Natural hai yaar.”
“ Mere liye nahi!”
“Jaan, tujhe nahi pata? Ladkiyon ka sexual peak 30-35 mein aata hai… khaskar baccha hone ke baad.”
“Sach mein?”
“Haan. Body ab confident feel karta hai, tu ab full-on apni sexuality enjoy kar rahi hai.”
“Hmm…” woh soch mein pad gayi.
“Kitni baar masturbate karti hai?” Maine seedha poochh liya.
“PRAKASH!!!” Usne poora laal ho ke muh haath se band kiya.
“Arre ab husband se bhi chhupaayegi 9 saal ke baad?”
“Please yaar.”
“Din mein paanch baar?”
“Naaaa!”
“Toh?”
“Ek-do baar… subah shower mein ya raat ko sone se pehle.”
“Aur kya sochti hai?”
“Tu hai na.” Jaldi se boli. Main jaanta tha jhooth bol rahi hai, par force nahi kiya. Das saal mein pehli baar itni open baat ho rahi thi.
Thodi der dono chup rahe. Phir woh boli,
“Ab sach mein sona hai.”
“Mere liye kar na aaj.” Maine mazaak mein bola.
“Shut up!”
“Arre please, cabin mein akela hoon.”
“Phir bhi weird lagega.”
Thodi der manane ki koshish ki, mana karti rahi, finally chhod diya.
Dara ne jab Menaka se maafi maang li thi, Us din ke baad Dara ki nazar Menaka pe poori tarah se jam gayi.
Subah 8:15 baje, college bus aane ka time.
Menaka Ayan ka haath pakad ke gate ki taraf aati hai… sari mein, ya pastel colour ka salwar-kameez. Pallu thoda loose, dopahar ki dhoop mein uska fair pet aur cleavage halka sa chamak raha hota hai.
Dara gate pe “duty” karte hue bhi aankhen uspe hi gadaye rehta hai:
Jab Menaka jhuk ke Ayan ke bag mein bottle daalti hai → pallu neeche girta hai, bra ka strap aur deep cleavage dikhta hai. Dara ki nazar wahi atak jaati hai.
Jab woh bus mein bitha ke seedhi hoti hai → sari ka tight pallu uski badi-badi chhatiyon ka perfect shape dikhaata hai. Dara ka muh khula reh jaata hai.
Bus jaane ke baad Menaka palat ti hai → gaand ka heavy swing, sari-petticoat mein har step pe left-right dolti hui. Dara dono haathon se apni pant ke upar se lund ko adjust kar leta hai, aankhen badi-badi karke dekhta rehta hai jab tak woh lift mein gayab nahi ho jaati.
Shaam ko grocery shopping ke liye jaati hai toh bhi wahi scene:
Haath mein bag, sari ka pallu side mein lapeta → kamar ka curve aur gaand ka full round shape dikhta hai.
Jab stairs se utarti hai → har kadam pe gaand upar-neeche, Dara gate pe khada seedha uski matakti hui badi gaand ko ghoorta rehta hai.
Kabhi-kabhi wind chalti hai, pallu ud jaata hai → bra ka lace aur pet ka halka sa roll dikh jaata hai. Dara ki saansen tez ho jaati hain, lund pant mein khada ho ke ragadne lagta hai.
Aur jab Menaka wapas aati hai, haath mein 2-3 bags, thodi thak ke chalti hai → pasina se sari body pe chipak jaati hai, nipples ka hint dikhne lagta hai. Dara turant gate khol deta hai, par aankhen uski geeli kamar, pasine se chamakte cleavage aur tight sari mein ubhari hui gaand pe hi tikki rehti hain.
Har baar woh andar jaate hue ek baar peeche mud ke dekhti hai… Dara ko pata hota hai, phir bhi besharam ban ke ghoorta rehta hai, jeebh se hoth chaat ta hua.
Ab toh uski routine ban gayi hai:
Menaka jab bhi building se bahar ya andar aati hai, Dara ki bhookhi nazar uski chhati, kamar aur sabse zyada uski badi matakti hui gaand pe hi hoti hai… jaise keh raha ho – “Ek din toh yeh sab mera hi hoga, memsaab.” ?
Dara ki raaton ki neend aur din ki duty… dono ab sirf Menaka ke naam ho chuke hain.
Jab woh jhopdi mein leta hai, ya gate pe chair pe baitha cigarette peeta hai… dimag mein sirf ek hi film chalti rehti hai:
Memsaab lift se utarti hain… sari mein… pallu thoda side. Woh unko “Namaste memsaab” bolta hai, par sochta hai – “Aaj pallu ko kheench ke phenk doon aur dono bade-bade boobs muh mein bhar loon.”
Subah college bus ke time… Menaka jhuk ke Ayan ko kiss karti hai. Dara sochta hai – “Agar abhi gate band kar doon aur peeche se pakad loon… sari upar utha ke panty side karke yahin gate ke paas chudai kar doon… koi dekh bhi nahi payega.”
Jab Menaka grocery leke aati hai, pasine se sari chipki hui hoti hai… nipples dikh rahe hote hain. Dara fantasy mein usko compound ke andhere corner mein le jaata hai, sari ke andar haath daal ke chut ragadta hai aur bolta hai, “Memsaab, aap bhi toh geeli ho rahi hain… chalo roof pe chalen.”
Sabse favourite fantasy – raat ke 2 baje. Woh chupke se flat ke andar ghus jaata hai. Menaka bedroom mein so rahi hoti hai, nighty upar tak chadhi hui. Woh dheere se nighty upar karta hai, panty utaar deta hai aur seedha muh laga deta hai. Menaka chaunk ke uthati hai, par woh uska muh daba deta hai aur zor-zor se choosne lagta hai jab tak woh jhad na jaaye.
Ek aur wild wali – roof pe dopahar mein. Menaka kapde sukha rahi hoti hai. Woh peeche se aata hai, sari ka pallu kheench ke phenk deta hai, blouse faad deta hai aur pabangt pe tek ke ghodi bana ke peeche se chudai kar deta hai. Neeche log aate-jaate dikhte hain, par woh rukta nahi… zor-zor se chudai karta rehta hai aur bolta hai, “Chillao memsaab… sabko pata chal jaaye aap kisko chudwa rahi hain.”
Kabhi-kabhi sochta hai – Banke ko bhi saath mein bula le. Ek Memsaab ke muh mein, doosra peeche se… dono milkar is badi gaand wali gori memsaab ko chodte rahen jab tak yeh ro-ro ke maafi na maang le.
Har fantasy ke end mein woh jhad jaata hai… kabhi jhopdi mein, kabhi roof pe, kabhi duty pe baith ke pant ke andar hi.
Aur har baar ek hi baat pakki rehti hai:
“Ek din… bilkul ek din… yeh sapne sach kar ke hi rahunga.”
Pehle-pehle Menaka ko laga shayad galat-fehemi hai… par ab woh bilkul pakki ho chuki hai ki Dara usko ghoorta hi rehta hai.
Subah college bus ke time
Jaise hi woh Ayan ka haath pakad ke gate ki taraf aati hai, Dara ki nazar turant uski chhati pe jam jaati hai.
Pallu thoda bhi side hota hai toh woh aankhen badi-badi kar ke cleavage ko ghoorta hai… bilkul besharam tarike se.
Jab woh jhuk ke Ayan ko bus mein bithati hai aur pallu neeche girta hai, Dara ki jeebh apne-aap hoth pe aa jaati hai… Menaka side se dekh leti hai aur turant pallu theek karti hai, par andar se ek current si daud jaati hai.
Grocery se wapas aate waqt
Bags leke chalte hue jab sari thodi tight ho jaati hai aur gaand ka shape poora ubhar ke aata hai, Dara gate pe khada seedha uski matakti hui gaand ko ghoorta rehta hai.
Menaka feel karti hai ki peeche se koi garam nazar uski gaand jala rahi hai… ek baar peeche mud ke dekha toh Dara ne jaldi se nazar hata li, par muh pe ek gandi si smile thi.
Lift mein akeli mil jaaye toh
Dara andar aa jaata hai, mirror mein seedha uski chhati ya kamar pe nazar tikayi rehti hai.
Menaka sharma ke neeche dekhti hai, par jaanti hai ki uski saansein tez ho rahi hain aur uska lund pant mein khada ho raha hai.
Shaam ko balcony mein khadi ho toh
Neeche Dara chair pe baitha hota hai, par nazar upar hi hoti hai.
Kabhi pallu hawa se ud jaata hai, Menaka turant pakad leti hai, par uski nazar mein ek ajeeb si bhookh dikhti hai… jaise abhi daud ke upar aa jayega.
Ab Menaka ko har baar lagta hai –
Jab bhi woh building se bahar nikalti hai ya andar aati hai, Dara ki nazar uske boobs, kamar aur sabse zyada uski badi gaand pe hoti hai… jaise kapde faad ke abhi kha jayega.
Aur sach bataun…
Pehle sharmindagi hoti thi, ab thodi si geeli hone lagti hai.
Har baar sochti hai – “Agar aaj isne haath bhi laga diya toh main rok bhi paungi ya nahi?” ??
Ek din Menaka ne plan banaya.
Subah Ayan ko bus mein bitha ke wapas aayi toh usne bilkul alag look mein entry maari:
Red colour ki georgette sari, low-waist mein lapeti hui (petticoat itna neeche ki navel se 2 inch neeche tak nanga pet).
Blouse backless… sirf do patle se dore peeche bandhe hue, poori kamar aur back nangi.
Sari itni tight lapeti ki gaand ka perfect round shape aur dono hips ka curve bilkul ubhar ke dikh raha tha.
Pallu bhi bilkul thin aur loose chhoda, jaise hi chalti thi pallu ud ud ke bra ka lace aur side-boob dikh jaata.
Gate pe Dara khada tha.
Jaise hi Menaka aayi, uski aankhen ekdum se badi ho gayi… muh khula reh gaya.
Menaka dheere-dheere chal rahi thi, jaan-boojh ke hips zyada swing kar rahi thi.
Har kadam pe gaand left-right dolti hui… sari tight hone ki wajah se har curve dikh raha tha.
Dara ki nazar:
Pehle poori nangi kamar pe atki… pasina chamak raha tha.
Phir jab pallu hawa se uda toh side-boob aur deep cleavage pe.
Jab Menaka paas se guzri toh peeche mud ke dekha… backless blouse mein poori nangi peeth aur bra ke neeche wali nangi kamar… aur uske neeche sari mein lapeti hui badi-badi gaand.
Dara ka lund pant mein ekdum khada ho gaya… usne haath se dabaya par nazar nahi hatayi.
Menaka lift ke paas pahunchi, jaan-boojh ke ek baar peeche mud ke dekha… Dara ko apni gaand ko ghoorte hue pakad liya.
Usne sharma ke smile di aur dheere se pallu theek karte hue lift mein ghus gayi.
Lift ka darwaza band hone se pehle Dara ki aankhon mein sirf ek hi cheez thi –
“Memsaab aaj khud bula rahi hain…” ?
Shaam ko jab woh grocery leke wapas aayi, wohi sari aur blouse… ab Dara seedha gate ke paas khada uska intezaar kar raha tha, aankhen laal, lund pant mein ubhra hua.
Menaka paas se guzri, dheere se boli, “Kya dekh rahe ho itna?”
Dara ne sirf hoth chaate aur bola, “Memsaab… aaj bahut sundar lag rahi hain.”
Menaka ka secret fantasy (woh jo woh Prakash ko bhi poori tarah nahi bata paayi thi)
Location hamesha wahi roof
Dream mein woh hamesha usi building ke roof pe hoti hai, raat ke 1-2 baje, Mumbai ki garmi, door se local train ki awaaz, upar se chandni… aur bilkul khula aasman. Light off, sirf street light aur building ke neeche wala sodium lamp ka halka orange glow.
Dara nahi… par Dara jaisa
Dream mein hero Dara nahi hota, par exactly usi type ka aadmi hota hai – 50-55 saal ka, thoda saanwla, buddhaapan shuru, safed balon wali dadhi, patla-sa lekin taakat wala, watchman wali khaki uniform pehne hue (shirt ke button khule hue, banyaan khuli hui). Woh “memsaab” bol ke baat karta hai, thodi si Nepali-Gorkhali accent mein.
Power dynamic full-on
Menaka ko yeh baat sabse zyada turn-on karti hai ki woh “upper-class memsaab” hai aur woh “lower-class watchman” usko chod raha hai. Woh usko “Dara ji” bolti hai dream mein, aur woh usko “memsaab” ya “malkin” bolta hai. Yeh class difference uska chut ekdum geela kar deta hai.
Starting scene hamesha same
Menaka roof pe kapde sukane aati hai (bilkul jaise real life mein kabhi-kabhi aati hai). Thodi der baat-cheet, Dara paas aata hain, pehle “memsaab thoda pani gir gaya aapke suit pe” bol ke haath se chhute hain… phir dheere se kamar pe haath, phir seedha boobs dabata hai. Menaka pehle sharma ke peeche hat-ti hai, par resist nahi karti.
Clothes almost-on rehte hain
Poore nange nahi hote. Menaka ka salwar-kameez ya nighty upar utha diya jata hai, bra upar, panty side mein khisak jaati hai. Dara ki pant sirf ghutno tak neeche. Yeh half-dressed, jaldi-jaldi mein feel usko bahut wild lagta hai.
Position fixed: Doggy on the pabangt
Hamesha wahi – Menaka dupatte se aankhen bandhi hui, dono haath pabangt wall pe, jhuk ke khadi. Dara peeche se pakad ke zor-zor se chodta hai. Thap-thap-thap ki awaaz poore roof pe goonjti hai. Kabhi-kabhi uska muh dabata hai taaki zor se chillaye na.
Dirty talk purely desi-vulgar
Dara bolta hai:
“Memsaab, kitne dino se aapki gaand dekh ke lund khada hota tha”
“Aapke pati foreign mein kisko chod rahe honge, aaj aapko hum chodenge”
“Bade-bade doodh wali malkin ko watchman ka lund kaisa laga?”
Menaka dream mein sirf siskiya leti hai aur “Dara ji… dheere… koi dekh lega…” bolti hai, par chut aur geeli ho jaati hai.
Risk factor = biggest turn-on
Dream mein hamesha yeh darr rehta hai ki koi neighbour ya dusra watchman aa jayega. Ek baar dream mein toh neeche se Hira (dusra watchman) ki awaaz aati hai “Dara ji kahan ho?” aur woh rukta nahi, aur zor se chodta rehta hai.
Ending hamesha creampie.
Hamesha andar hi jhadta hai. Menaka ko yeh feeling bahut wild lagti hai – garam semen uski chut mein bhar jaata hai, phir woh jaldi se kapde theek karke neeche bhaagti hai, darr ke andar andar geeli panty pehen ke.
Guilt + repeat
Jaagne ke baad Menaka ko guilty feel hota hai, par agle din shower mein ya raat ko fingering karte waqt wapas wahi scene repeat hota hai. Kabhi-kabhi toh real life mein bhi roof pe jaate waqt uska dil zor-zor se dhadakta hai… sochti hai “agar sach mein aa gaya toh?”
Abhi tak yeh sirf fantasy hai… par jab woh Dinesh ka card dekhti hai ya kisi party mein koi mature aadmi usko dekhta hai, uski chut ekdum geeli ho jaati hai aur dimag mein wahi roof wala scene chal jaata hai.
Ek din shayad fantasy se reality mein cross kar hi jaaye… who knows?
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