03-12-2025, 04:27 PM
Agla do hafte main Menaka se Skype pe baat hi nahi kar paya kyunki ship Atlantic ke beech mein tha, satellite coverage bilkul bakwaas. Ek ship-to-shore message bhej diya tha ki connection nahi hai. Phir Panama pahuncha tab finally call hua. Wahan din tha, Mumbai mein raat.
Call shuru hote hi Ayan full excited, college ki saari bakchodi, playground, cartoon, sab bata raha tha. Menaka saath mein baithi thi, bilkul neutral face. Phir beech mein Ayan ne bola,
“…aur uske baad Dara uncle mujhe ice-cream khilaane le gaye the!”
“Ruk ruk, Dara UNCLE?” Maine interrupt kiya aur Menaka ko dekha. Usne ishara kiya baad mein bataungi.
“Haan! Aur unhone mujhe Gorkhali style mein shoelace ka knot bhi sikhaya…”
Ayan ki non-stop commentary se pata chala ki yeh budhau watchman ab poora ghar ka chacha ban gaya tha. Das minute baad Ayan khud hi thak ke chup ho gaya, Menaka ne bola “Beta jaa ke so ja” aur woh chala gaya.
“Toh ab Dara hi ghar ka mard ban gaya?” Maine half mazaak half jealousy mein poochha.
“Bakwaas mat kar. Bas help kar raha tha kyunki main kuchh din se bed pe thi. Ankle mein bahut buri moch aa gayi thi.”
“KYA? Ab theek hai na?”
“Ab almost theek hai. Par 4-5 din bahut dard tha.”
“Kaise hua?”
“Jo last baar baat hui thi na uske do din baad. Grocery leke aa rahi thi 11 baje, compound ke andar lift ki taraf ja rahi thi. Manhole cover pe pair pada, woh dheela tha, tilt ho gaya. Right ankle poora twist ho gaya aur main gir padi, saara grocery bikhra.”
“Shit! Kuchh toota nahi na?”
“Nahi, bas dard se cheekh nikal gayi. Dara gate pe baitha tha, daud ke aaya. Haath diya uthne ko, maine pakda par ankle mein bijli si daud gayi, phir gir padi. Woh tension mein aa gaya. Daud ke apni chair laaya. Phir bahut adab se poochha, ‘Memsaab, main aapko utha loon? Dono haath aapki arms ke neeche daal ke?’ Main dard se paagal, koi aur tha bhi nahi, haan kar diya.”
Sirf soch ke hi mera lund thoda sa khada hone laga – buddha watchman meri biwi ko haath laga raha hai.
“Kaise uthaya?”
“Merii right side pe aaya, jhuka, left arm meri left armpit ke neeche daala, bola ‘Sirf left pair pe weight daalo’. Phir ek jhatke mein khud khada ho gaya aur mujhe bhi kheench liya. Bilkul aasani se. Phir chair pe baitha diya.”
“Uske haath tere boobs se takraye?”
“PRAKASH!!!”
“Arre bata na!”
“Side se thoda sa… avoid nahi kar sakta tha. Pehli baar toh.”
“Aur baar bhi?”
“Sequence mein batane de!” Woh thodi gussa hui. “Chair pe baithaya, grocery uthaya (doodh ka carton phat gaya tha), jo bacha wo ek haath mein liya. Bola lift tak help karega. Maine uthne ki koshish ki par dard aur badh gaya. Finally uske kandhe pe haath rakh ke ek pair se hop karte hue lift tak pahunchi.”
“Dikhta toh patla hai, itna weight kaise utha liya? Aur woh mujhse bhi chhota hai na?”
“Haan, main bhi shock hui. Bola 20 saal paramilitary mein tha.”
“Gorkha log waise bhi taakat ke mamle mein monster hote hain.”
“Lift mein posture adjust karne ke bahane uska haath… meri left boob pe poora dab gaya. Jaise jaan-boojh ke.”
“Daant nahi lagayi?”
“Nahi… help jo kar raha tha. Par maine uska haath pakad ke neeche kamar pe shift kar diya.”
“Sari pehni thi na?”
“Haan… toh ab nangi kamar pe haath tha. Boobs se better.”
“Phir floor pe aaye, darwaza khola, main keys nikal rahi thi, balance bigda, main girne wali thi. Tab usne peeche se dono haath daal ke poora bear hug mein jakad liya.”
“Uh oh!” Main muskura utha.
“Bahut sharmindagi hui. Maine bola chhodo, diwar pe haath rakh leti hoon. Usne keys liye, darwaza khola, mujhe couch pe baithaya.”
“Aur haath-pheri?”
“Jitna unavoidable tha.” Woh shrug kiya. “Thank you bola, grocery kitchen mein rakhne bola. Phir laga kuchh dena chahiye, purse se 100 rupaye nikale. Usne mana kiya, ‘Yeh toh mera kaam hai memsaab.’ Jab zor diya toh liya aur bola, ‘Isse ek aur doodh ka carton laa deta hoon Ayan baba ke liye.’”
“Thoughtful banda.” (Aur socha yeh bahana bhi bana lega wapas aane ka)
“Maine bola nahi chahiye, kirana wala bhej dungi. Par woh zidd pe ada, chala gaya.”
Main couch pe baithi, pair ragad rahi thi, dard badhta ja raha tha. Socha fracture toh nahi? Kuchh kar bhi nahi sakti thi. Bees minute baad Dara wapas aaya – doodh, ek tenant se li hui crutch, aur ek plastic bag mein Nepal ka balm.
Thank you bola, doodh kitchen mein rakha, crutch side mein, phir seedha zameen pe baith gaya mere pairon ke paas.
“Maine poochha ‘kya kar rahe ho?’ Bola ‘Memsaab yeh Nepal ka balm hai, thodi maalish kar doon toh aaram milega.’ Maine bola doctor chali jaungi. Par woh toh already sandal nikal raha tha. ‘Dara ruk!’ Maine roka, par woh mood mein tha. ‘Bas try kar lo memsaab, bahut achhi maalish karta hoon.’ Aur dheere se mera pair pakad liya.”
“WHOA!” Maine beech mein roka. “Pair dabwa rahi thi aur tu allow kar rahi thi?”
“Aur kya karti? Laath maar ke utha deti kya?” Woh chir gayi.
“Toh maalish ki?”
“Haan… poore pair pe balm lagaya, rough haathon se dheere-dheere massage kiya.” Uska face laal ho gaya.
“Maza aaya?”
“Dard toh kam hua tha.”
“Mera matlab… kisi doosre aadmi ke haath ka touch?”
Menaka ne meri jealousy pakad li.
“Arre tu toh poori duniya chodta phir raha hai aur mujhe pair dabwane mein jealousy?”
“Nahi aisa nahi… genuine sawal tha.”
Woh mujhe ghoorti rahi, phir dheere se boli,
“Sorry gussa ho gayi. Sach bataun… thoda sa alag feel ho raha tha. Constant physical contact… aur uski maalish se goosebumps aa rahe the.”
“Foot erogenous zone hota hai kuchh logon ka.”
“Woh toh ankle pe focus kar raha tha, par beech-beech mein calf pe bhi haath fer deta. Teesri-chauthi baar jab aisa kiya maine bola ‘Dara calf mein dard nahi hai.’ Woh sharma gaya, sorry bola aur uth ke chala gaya. Main thank you boli, usne bola ‘Kuchh chahiye toh phone kar dena’ aur number deke nikal gaya.”
Raat ke 12:30 baj rahe the. Compound bilkul sunsaan. Sirf street-light ki halki roshni pad rahi thi shack ke andar.
Dara apni kholi mein baitha chai pee raha tha, aankhon mein ek alag si chamak. Banke (22-23 saal ka ladka, abhi nayi duty join ki thi) paas baitha mobile chala raha tha.
Banke: “Dada, aaj itni khushi kaahe? Lottery laga kya?”
Dara chai ka cup neeche rakha, dheere se muskuraaya aur bola, “Lottery se badi cheez lag gayi re Banke… Building 4 ki memsaab, Menaka memsaab.”
Banke ne mobile side mein rakha, kaan khade ho gaye. “Wahi jo har roz red-black saari mein dikhti hain? Jinki gaand aise hilti hai jaise koi item song chal raha ho?”
Dara hans diya. “Haan wahi. Aaj unka paon manhole mein phas gaya tha. Poora grocery bikhra pada tha, woh ro rahi thi dard se. Main daud ke gaya.”
Banke ki aankhen chamak uthi. “Phir?”
Dara ne chai ka ek aur sip liya, phir dheere-dheere bola, “Pehle godi mein uthaya… bilkul heroine jaisa. Unka right boob meri chaati pe poora daba tha. Saari itni thin thi, bra ka feel saaf aa raha tha. Woh sharma ke meri gardan mein haath daal li.”
Banke ki saans tez ho gayi. “Sachhi dada?”
“Arre aur sachhi! Corridor mein leke jaate waqt jaan-boojh ke slow chala. Unka hip mere lund pe poora dab raha tha. Sakht ho gaya tha poora. Woh bhi mehsoos kar liya, par kuchh boli nahi… bas gardan pe saans garam kar rahi thi.”
Banke ab poora excited. “Phir flat mein kya hua?”
Dara ne aankh maari. “Flat mein toh alag khel shuru hua. Bed pe baithaya, paon pe ice lagaya. Saari oopar uthi thi knee tak… gore-gore jaangh, bilkul doodh jaise. Blouse itna tight tha, cleavage poora dikh raha tha. Jab ice laga raha tha, woh siski bhar rahi thi… ‘Dara… dheere… aaaahhh…’”
Banke ne apni pant pe haath rakh liya. “Dada… aur?”
“Aur kuch nahi, Chal Sojaa”
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(Back to Prakash)
“Phir?”
“Do ghante baad doorbell baji. Crutch ke sahaare gayi khola – Dara lunch leke aaya tha. ‘Aap khana nahi bana paogi toh laaya hoon.’ Maine bola table pe rakh do. Usne plate mein nikaala, maine bola ‘Tum bhi kha lo.’”
“Lunch date ho gayi!” Maine hans ke bola.
“Shut up!” Woh sharma gayi. “Agla do-teen din woh roz khana laata raha, Ayan ko bus tak chhodta-aata, playground le jaata. Aur subah-shaam maalish karta raha. Sach mein doctor ki zaroorat nahi padi.”
yeh toh full-on daily routine ban gaya hai ab!
Do hafte se Dara har roz subah uth ke pehle Menaka ke liye fresh groceries le aata hai, phir Ayan ko college bus tak chhodta hai, shaam ko bus se pick bhi karta hai. Ghar aake Menaka ki kitchen mein haath batata hai; kabhi sabzi kaat-ta hai, kabhi bartal saaf karta hai, bilkul “perfect husband” banne ki training le raha hai.
Aur haan, din bhar Menaka ki sexy figure ko chupke-chupke niharta rehta hai. Kabhi woh silk saree mein pallu theek karte waqt uska creamy waist dikh jaata hai, kabhi tight salwar kameez mein uske curvy hips ka shape, kabhi woh sleeveless night gown mein kitchen mein aati hai toh uske toned arms aur deep neck se thoda cleavage nazar aa jaata hai. Dara ka toh dil hi dhadak jaata hai har baar.
Shaam ko aur raat sote waqt dono time Menaka ke paer dabata hai. Menaka ab sharmaati bhi nahi; seedha bed pe baith jaati hai, ghungroo wali payal utaar deti hai aur apne soft-soft paer Dara ke god mein rakh deti hai. Dara dheere-dheere malish karta hai, ankle se lekar calf tak haath fer-ta hai, kabhi-kabhi thoda upar bhi chala jaata hai. Menaka bas aankhein band karke enjoy karti hai aur halke se siskariyaan leti hai “ahh… kitna acha lagta hai Dara… thodi der aur…”
Watchman shack pe jaake toh Banke (woh 22 saal ka jawaan ladka) ko har detail sunaata hai. Aaj bhi shack mein baith ke Dara bola,
“Banke yaar, aaj Menaka memsaab ne black transparent saree pehna tha… blouse itna tight ki bra ki lace dikhai de rahi thi. Jab woh jhuk ke fridge se doodh nikali na, uska cleavage… uff! Aur shaam ko paer dabate waqt usne skirt thoda upar kar diya, poori fair jaangh dikhai de rahi thi… main toh bas dekhta hi reh gaya. Bas ab aur kitne din intezaar karun yaar, dil kar raha hai ab toh seedha uske saath…”
Banke bichara excited ho jaata hai sun ke, khud bhi bolta hai, “Dada ji, aap toh ab bilkul ready lag rahe ho… bas ek mauka chahiye!”
(Back to Prakash)
Thodi der chup rahi. Face se pata chal raha tha kuchh aur bhi hai.
“Aur kuchh?” Maine poochha.
Woh sar hilaayi, poora laal.
“Bata na.”
“Bahut sharm ki baat hai… aur tujhe gussa aayega.”
“Pakka nahi aaayega.”
“Last maalish wale din maine strong painkiller li thi. Couch pe baithi thi, woh neeche baitha maalish kar raha tha. Uski garmi, touch… pata nahi kab neend aa gayi. Jab aankh khuli toh… uski moochh mere gaal pe feel ho rahi thi.”
“KYAAAA???”
“Woh couch pe ek ghutna rakh ke jhuka tha, mere gaal pe kiss kar raha tha. Meri aankh khuli toh woh freeze ho gaya. Hum dono ek-doosre ki aankhon mein dekhte rahe. Dil mein awaaz aa rahi thi daant lagaa, dhakka de… par main chup rahi. Usne samjha green signal, phir se kiss shuru – gaal, forehead, lips pe brush… main aankhen band kar ke enjoy kar rahi thi. Phir uska haath meri chhati pe gaya… sari ke upar se dabaya… ekdum current laga. Par guilt zyada tha. Maine usko dhakka diya, ‘DARA YEH KYA KAR RAHE HO?’ Woh peeche hata, zameen pe dekhta raha. Maine bola ‘Jao yahan se.’ Woh chupchap nikal gaya.”
Shack mein raat ke 11 baj rahe the. Banke cigarette ka kash lete hue bola, “Dada ji aaj itni der kyun? Aaj toh kuchh bada hua lag raha hai chehre pe!”
Dara andar aaya, kursi pe dhamm se baitha, paani piya aur phir dheere se muskurate hue bola:
“Banke… aaj toh mera dil rukne ko tha yaar… aur phir ekdum se zindagi bhar ka sukoon bhi mil gaya.”
Banke ki aankhein chamak uthi, “Bolo na dada ji, poora detail!”
Dara ne aankhein band kar ke yaad karte hue bola:
“Aaj Menaka ko doctor ne strong painkiller diya tha period pain ke liye. Shaam ko paer dabate-dabate usko neend aa gayi… bilkul gehri neend. Main malish kar raha tha, uska pallu side mein sarak gaya tha, saari bhi thodi upar uthi hui thi… uski gori-gori jaangh poori dikh rahi thi. Uski saansein dheemi ho gayi thi… main ruk nahi paya yaar.
Main dheere se uske paas jhuka aur uske gaal pe ek halka sa kiss kar diya. Usne kuchh nahi bola, bas saans chali. Phir main himmat karke uske hothon pe apne hoth rakh diye… 4-5 second tak… uski hoth itni soft, itni garam… phir uski aankh khul gayi.
Hum dono ek doosre ko dekhte reh gaye. Uske aankhon mein darr tha, sharmahat thi, par daantne ya chillane ki himmat nahi ho rahi thi. Main bhi freeze ho gaya… socha ab toh thappad padega. Par woh chup rahi. Bas dekhti rahi.
Maine samjha… shayad green signal hai. Phir se jhuka, uska forehead kiss kiya, gaal, naak, phir dobaara hoth… is baar thoda dabake, thoda lamba. Usne aankhein band kar li aur halke se moan kiya… ‘hmm…’
Phir mera haath khud-ba-khud uski chest pe chala gaya. Saari ke upar se hi uske bade-bade DD boobs ko pakda… uff yaar Banke! Kya size hai, kya mulayam… jaise do bade-bade rasgulle ho, ek haath mein bhi nahi aa rahe the. Blouse itna tight tha ki nipple bhi thoda khada feel ho raha tha kapde ke upar se. Maine dheere se dabaya… uske muh se ekdum se siski nikli ‘ahh… Dara…’
Par agle hi second usko guilt aa gaya. Usne mujhe zor se dhakka diya, uth ke baith gayi aur saari theek karte hue boli, “Yeh galat hai Dara… please jaao yahan se…”
Main bas sorry bolta raha aur wapas shack aa gaya.”
Banke ne cigarette phenka aur excited hoke poocha, “Aur? Boobs sach mein itne bade hain?”
Dara ne hawas bhari aankhon se bola, “Yaar… main toh bata nahi sakta… bilkul gol, bilkul bhari-bharkam… saari ke pallu ke andar se bhi poora shape dikh raha tha. Jab dabaya na, toh aisa laga jaise cotton ke andar garam doodh bhara ho. Nipples bhi bilkul tight ho gayi thi touch karte hi… agar woh rokti nahi toh aaj main blouse bhi utaar deta.”
Banke bass chup baitha raha
(Back to Prakash)
Main Panama mein baitha shock mein. Meri biwi aur building ka watchman… making out!
“Phir?”
“Kuchh nahi. Uske baad nahi aaya. Pair theek ho gaya. Lift mein ya compound mein bhi nazar nahi milate.”
“Gussa hoon kya?” Usne poochha.
“Nahi… bas… WATCHMAN???” Class wala issue nikal aaya.
“Sorry, plan nahi tha.”
Thodi der chuppi ke baad maine sensible mode on kiya,
“Menaka, jo main karta hoon uske saamne yeh toh bacchon ka khel hai. Theory aur reality mein farak hota hai, yeh main samajh gaya. Par jo bola tha woh ab bhi valid hai. Tu kuchh galat nahi kar rahi. Mera ego mera problem hai.”
“Thank you jaan.” Usne flying kiss di.
Phir maine bola,
“Agar tu aage badhna chahe toh meri taraf se full blessings. Bas safe rehna.”
“Pata nahi badhna bhi chahti hoon ya nahi. Tu hota toh yeh sab feel hi nahi hota.”
Phir maine apna idea bataya – furniture move karne ka bahana. Usne bola try karegi.
Ship Pacific mein chala gaya, connection gayab. Phir ek din email aaya:
Dearest Prakash,
Aaj finally tera idea try kiya. Ayan ko bus mein chhod ke gate pe Dara ke paas gayi. Usne muh fer liya. Maine bola “Thodi furniture shift karni hai, time hai kya?” Usne haan bola, Banke aane ke baad aayega.
Poore aadhe ghante dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Doorbell baja. Khola toh Dara serious face ke saath andar aaya.
“Kaunsa furniture?” Usne poochha.
Maine idhar-udhar dekha… kuchh socha hi nahi tha. Woh samajh gaya bahana hai. Do kadam aage, left arm meri kamar pe, right haath mere sir ke peeche, mujhe kheench ke hug kar liya.
Main shock mein akad gayi. Woh ruk gaya. Phir main relax hui. Usne gaal pe kiss shuru kiya, haath meri nangi kamar pe. Uski pasine ki smell… rough touch… current lag raha tha. Maine bhi uske khurkhure gaal pe kiss karna shuru kar diya.
Couch pe baithaya, kiss karta raha. Phir lips pe lips rakh ke French kiss. Mere hoth 9 saal baad kisi aur ke touch se kaanp rahe the. Uske patle Nepali hoth… bilkul alag taste. Usne boobs pe haath daala, maine rok diya, kandhe pe shift kar diya. Usne respect kiya.
Paanch minute kiss karne ke baad dono saans phool gaye. Maine aankh kholi, woh jeet ki smile de raha tha. Phir zameen pe baitha, mere sandal nikaale, bada toe muh mein leke choosne laga. Prakash, pata nahi kyun itna maza aa raha tha. Dus minute tak pair chooste-chooste calf dabaata raha. Main control kar rahi thi khud ko uspe jump na kar jaun.
Phir uska phone baja, Banke ko help chahiye tha. Dheere se lips pe kiss karke chala gaya.
Raat ke 12 baj rahe the. Shack mein ek chhoti si bulb jal rahi thi, ek quarter daaru khula pada tha, do plastic glass. Banke ne glass bharke Dara ke haath mein thama diya.
Banke (muskurate hue): “Aaj toh chehra alag hi chamak raha hai dada ji… bol do, aaj kya jeet gaye?”
Dara ne glass ek ghoont mein aadha khatam kiya, saans chhodi aur phir woh badi si shaitani smile aayi:
“Banke… aaj toh Menaka memsaab ne khud bulaya tha ghar pe. Bolti hai ‘furniture shift karna hai’. Main jaate hi samajh gaya… furniture-vurniture kuchh nahi, dil shift karne ka plan tha uska.”
Banke ki aankhein badi ho gayi: “Phir???”
Dara ne glass table pe tikaya, aankhein band kar ke scene dohraane laga:
“Jaate hi usne darwaza band kiya. Main poochha ‘kaunsa furniture?’ Woh sharma ke idhar-udhar dekhne lagi… bas itna hi kaafi tha. Main do kadam aage badha, left haath uski patli si kamar pe rakh diya, right haath uske baal mein ghusa ke sir peeche kheench ke… seedha hug kar liya, zor se!
Woh ek second ke liye akad gayi… phir khud hi relax ho gayi. Uske boobs mere seene se dab gaye… saans garam garam lag rahi thi. Maine uske gaal pe kiss shuru kar diya… ek, do, teen… uski nangi kamar pe haath ferne laga. Uski skin itni mulayam… pasina thoda laga tha, uski khushboo aur meri pasine ki smell mix ho gayi… uff!
Phir usne bhi himmat ki… mere khurkhure gaal pe kiss karne lagi. Main samajh gaya aaj pakka ho jayega.
Couch pe baithaya, uske hoth pakde aur seedha French kiss! Nueve saal baad kisi aur mard ke hoth uske hothon se takra rahe the… woh kaanp rahi thi. Mere patle Nepali hoth usko bilkul alag lage honge… usne muh khola aur meri jeebh andar… 4-5 minute tak hum dono ek doosre ka ras pee rahe the.
Haath uske boobs pe gaya… bra ke upar se hi dabaya… woh ekdum se ruki, mera haath pakda aur kandhe pe shift kar diya. Maine uski baat maan li… respect diya.
Phir main zameen pe baitha, uski high heel sandal nikali… uska bada toe muh mein liya aur choosne laga… jaise aam chooste hain waise! Dus minute tak pair chooste raha, calf dabata raha… woh upar se bas ‘ahh… ahh…’ kar rahi thi, kamar aage-peeche hil rahi thi… pata hai Banke, agar phone nahi bajta toh aaj woh khud hi mujhpe chadh jaati!”
Banke ne daaru ka glass neeche rakha, excited ho ke bola: “Phir???”
Dara ne badi shaan se bola: “Phone baja… tera hi tha re! Bola ‘gate pe parcel aaya hai’. Maine Menaka ke hoth pe ek lambi si kiss di, uske kaan mein fusa ke bola ‘baad mein poora furniture shift karunga’, aur nikal aaya. Woh couch pe baithi rah gayi, saans phooli hui, hoth laal, aankhein band… bilkul sex ke baad jaisa chehra!”
(Back to Prakash)
Ek ghante baad wapas aaya, 15 minute aur full teenage making out. Phir boobs dabane ki koshish, phir roka.
Maine bola “Ab jao warna log shak karenge.”
“Jo hukum memsaab.”
Darwaza band karke couch pe gir padi… satisfied.
Hope tu gussa nahi.
Love, Menaka
xoxo
Email maine 4 baar padha, lund poora khada. Apne hi living room mein, apne couch pe, buddha watchman meri biwi ko chus raha hai… yeh maine khud set kiya tha!
Agla do din connection gayab. Jab aaya toh koi naya mail nahi. Skype pe ping maara, no reply. Raat ke 3 baje the Mumbai mein. Dimag mein 50 tarah ke scenes chal rahe the – kya ho gaya hoga aage? ?
Email padh ke mera lund itna sakht ho gaya ki cabin mein hi muth maarna pada. Socha tha class difference se issue hoga… ab wohi sabse bada turn-on ban gaya hai. Ab toh bas yeh sochta hoon ki jab ship se wapas jaunga toh shayad teeno milkar kuchh karen ??
Kuch dino baad:
Phone pe baat ho rahi thi, main Honolulu se aur Menaka Mumbai se.
“Dara wala scene kya chal raha hai ab?” Maine seedha attack kar diya.
“Arre pehle beta ka haal nahi poochhega?” Woh has ke boli.
“Chhod na yaar! Bata na kya hua us email ke baad? Choda tune usko ya nahi ab tak?”
“NAHIII!!” Woh zor se chillaayi. “Kitna ganda dimag hai tera!”
“Toh phir?”
“Actually thoda cool-down ho gaya tha.”
“Matlab?”
“Woh zyada demanding ho gaya tha. Email mein jo likha tha uske baad bhi jab mauka milta tha chupke se aata tha, kissing chalti thi. Par uska haath boobs pe jaate hi main hata deti thi. Ek baar gusse mein usne phir se wapas rakh diya. Bas phir jhagda ho gaya.”
“Jhagda?”
“Haan… bola ‘Main koi teenager thodi hoon jo sirf kiss se khush rahunga? Khoon garam hai mera!’ Maine bhi daant laga di, ‘Main shaadi-shuda aurat hoon, itna bada ehsaan kar rahi hoon, apni aukaat mein reh!’ Woh gussa ho ke nikal gaya.”
Shack mein raat ke 2 baj rahe the. Ek hi bulb jal raha tha, laal rang ka. Dara kursi pe baitha tha, haath mein quarter ki bottle, muh laal, aankhein bhi laal. Banke saamne baitha chupchaap sun raha tha.
Dara ne bottle seedha muh se laga ke ek lamba ghoont liya, phir thook diya zameen pe aur gusse mein bola:
“Banke… aaj toh hadd ho gayi yaar! Usne bola tha, ‘sirf kiss tak, boobs nahi’… uske baad bhi har baar mauka milta tha, main chupke se jaata tha, woh bhi sharma-sharma ke saath deti thi… gaal, hoth, gardan… sab kuchh choom leta tha. Par jaise hi haath upar jaata tha, woh haath hata deti! Har baar! Jaise main koi bhikhari hoon!”
Banke chup raha, bas cigarette ka dhuaan chhodta raha.
Dara ne bottle table pe patki aur bolta chala gaya:
“Aaj phir bulaya tha… bola ‘Ayan college gaya hai’. Jaate hi darwaza band, hug, kiss shuru. Main uske hoth choos raha tha, woh bhi mera muh kheench rahi thi… garam saans, kaanp rahi thi poori. Phir jaise hi haath uske boobs pe gaya, phir wahi drama… haath hata diya!
Maine aaj gusse mein uska haath pakda aur zor se wapas boobs pe rakh diya… bola ‘ab bas Menaka! Kitna rokegi?’
Banke ki aankhein thodi badi ho gayi.
Dara ne sar pakad liya:
“Bas phir woh aag baboola ho gayi! Zor se dhakka maara, aankhein laal kar ke boli, ‘Dara, maine kitni baar bola sirf kiss tak? Tu hadd paar kar raha hai! Ab yeh sab band! Bahar nikal ja abhi ke abhi!’
Main bhi gusse mein tha… bola ‘theek hai memsaab, ab kabhi nahi aaunga!’ aur darwaza zor se band karke nikal aaya.”
Bottle khatam kar di Dara ne. Phir dheere se bola, awaaz mein dard aur gussa dono
Banke ne cigarette bhuja di, dheere se bola: “Dada ji… ab kya plan hai?”
Dara ne lambi saans li, aankhon mein ek alag si aag jali:
“Ab plan yeh hai… ab main nahi jaunga. Ab woh khud aayegi.
(Back to Prakash)
“Wah! Phir renga kya wapas?”
“Actually… maine hi stupid move kar diya. Usko manana chahiye tha. Par uska touch itna addict kar gaya tha ki do din baad maine khud phone kar diya, ‘Aa jaao na…’”
“Aur?”
“…sharma rahi hoon bolne mein. Usne samajh gaya ki main haan bol chuki hoon. Is baar jab usne boobs dabaye… sorry… maine nahi roka.”
“Tujhe uski kissing bahut pasand aa gayi na?”
“Arre kissing toh average hai. Patle hoth, laar bahut, jeebh aise atak-atak ke ghumati hai… tu kitna better hai. Bas physical intimacy chahiye hoti hai, kisi garam mard ka sparsh.”
“Toh usne tere boobs pe full attack kar diya?”
“Prakash kitna vulgar bolta hai! Haan… blouse ke upar se zor-zor se masla, pallu hata ke. Bola ‘Memsaab kitne bade-bade aur mulayam hain’. Neck pe kiss karte hue haath neeche le ja raha tha… main geeli ho chuki thi.”
“Phir bhi nahi choda?”
“NAHIII YAAR! Tu fixed ho gaya hai ispe!”
“Phir kya?”
“Blouse ke hook kholne laga. Rokna chahi par neck pe uski moochh aur hoth… willpower gayab. Blouse khula, bra upar, nipples pe ungli se khelne laga. Paanch minute baad alarm baja dimag mein, maine roka. Woh khush ho ke chala gaya.”
Shack mein raat ke 1:30 baje. Ek chhoti si lal bulb jal rahi thi, daaru ki bottle khatam, sirf thodi si tali mein bachi thi. Banke kursi pe baitha tha, pant ke upar se hi apna khada lund daba raha tha… sunte hi sunte control kho chuka tha.
Dara andar aaya, shirt ke button khule hue, gardan pe laal-laal kiss marks, muh pe woh khushi jo sirf jeetne ke baad aati hai.
Banke ne dheeme se poocha, “Dada ji… aaj call aaya tha na?”
Dara ne badi si shaitani hanshi maari, kursi pe dhamm se baitha aur boli shuru:
“Call nahi yaar… woh khud ro rahi thi phone pe… boli ‘Dara please upar aa jao, ab nahi raha jaata’. Main jaate hi darwaza band, usne mujhe khinch ke hug kiya… uska jism kaanp raha tha.
Maine uska pallu ek jhatke mein side kiya… blouse itna tight, DD boobs jaise bahar nikalne ko tadap rahe the. Maine dono haathon se zor-zor se masla… blouse ke upar se hi… aur bola, ‘Memsaab… kitne bade-bade aur mulayam hain yeh… poore haath mein nahi aa rahe!’
Usne sirf siski bhari… ‘ahh… Dara…’
Maine gardan pe kiss karte-karte uski naak se saans le raha tha… uski khushboo, uska pasina… haath neeche jaate hi pata chala… woh poori geeli ho chuki thi, panty bheeg chuki thi.
Phir maine blouse ke hook ek-ek karke khole… woh rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi par meri moochh gardan pe ragad rahi thi, hoth kaanp rahe the uske… willpower gayab!
Blouse khula, bra upar uthaya… uff Banke! Do bade-bade pink nipples khade hue the… jaise do rasbhari aam ke tukde! Maine pehle ungli se gol-gol ghumaya… phir muh mein liya… zor se choosa, kaata, kheench ke chhoda… woh chillayi ‘ahhh… Dara… mar gayi!’
Dono boobs paglon ki tarah dabaye… laal kar diye… nipples muh mein leke kheenchta raha… woh bas ‘haan… haan…’ kar rahi thi, kamar upar utha rahi thi.
Poore paanch minute tak maine uske boobs ko attack kiya… choosa, kaata, dabaya, thappad maare… uska muh khula ka khula reh gaya.
Phir achanak uske phone ka alarm baja (shayad Ayan ke liye rakha tha). Usne ekdum se hosh aaya, haath se dhakka diya aur boli ‘bas Dara… abhi nahi… please jaao’.
Maine uske hoth pe ek zor ki kiss kiya, bra neeche kheechi, blouse bandhwaya aur bola ‘ab agli baar poora kholunga memsaab… panty bhi’.
Woh saans phooli hui, boobs laal, nipples khade… bas dekhti rah gayi.”
Banke ab khud ko rok nahi pa raha tha… pant ke upar se hi lund bilkul khada, saans tez.
(Back to Prakash)
“Itna hi ‘cool-down’ hai?” Maine hans ke poochha.
“Woh toh shuru tha. Agle do-teen sessions mein bhi boobs dabwaye, phir haath neeche le gaya. Maine roka, phir jhagda. Do din se impasse chal raha hai.”
“Phir bhi… topless toh ho gayi uske saamne.”
“Arre topless nahi! Blouse-bra pehne hi rehte hain, bas khol ke side kar deta hai.”
“Hahaha, bada farak hai.”
“Waise ab yeh scene chal raha hai.”
Thodi der chuppi ke baad maine poochha,
“Tu kitni baar muth marti hai ab?”
“PRAKASHHH!”
“Bata na! Uske jaane ke baad 4-5 baar toh karti hi hogi.”
“…haan, 4-5 baar. Har baar uske jaane ke baad.”
“Sirf clit se ya ungli andar bhi?”
“Shut up! Itna detail nahi dungi husband ko bhi!”
Phir maine woh sawal poochha jo dimag mein ghoom raha tha,
“Sessions mein… uska khada hota hai na?”
“Hehe… haan.”
“Aur tujhe feel hota hai?”
“Haan… meri jaangh ya kamar pe ragadta rehta hai.”
“Bada hai?”
“Pata nahi, kabhi bahar nahi nikala.”
“Curious toh hai na?”
“…thoda sa.” Bohot jaldi boli.
Us raat Honolulu mein Bella (Hawaiian hottie) ke saath bhi sex karte waqt dimag mein sirf Menaka aur Dara chal rahe the. Bella ko teesra round chodte waqt bhi aankhen band, bas Menaka ka scene soch raha tha.
Teesra din, finally Skype connect hua. Menaka late aayi, face thoda udas.
“Caved wo?”
“Nahi… thoda complicated ho gaya.”
“Kaise?”
“Do din pehle Ayan ko bus se laya toh dekha Dara apni jhopdi ke paas Vimla se baat kar raha tha, full flirting. Maine andar jaate hue dekha toh usne mujhe ek ghamandi smile di – ‘tu nahi degi toh aur hain’ wala. Phir balcony se dekha, Vimla ne paanch ungli dikhayi, Dara ne sar hilaaya, woh building mein ghusi.”
“Roof pe gaye honge!” Maine bola.
“Shhh! Haan maine bhi wahi socha. Ayan ko sula ke roof pe chupke gayi. Darwaza khula tha. Paani ki tanki ke peeche se awaazein aa rahi thi… jaise choosne ki.”
“Aur dekha kya?”
“Dopahar ke 2 baje, khuli roof pe… Dara deewar se tek ke khada, pant ghutno tak neeche, shirt upar. Vimla neeche baithi uska lund muh mein liye choos rahi thi, salwar pairon mein lati thi.”
“Wah! Tune kya kiya?”
“Gusse se chillayi – YEH KYA HO RAHA HAI? Vimla ekdum se cheekhi, lund muh se nikaala, salwar upar kheench ke daud gayi. Main usko roof se bhaagte dekhti rahi.”
“Dara bhi bhaaga?”
“Nahi… wahi khada raha, lund bahar liye. Pant neeche, shirt pehni hui. Maine uska lund dekha… tera jitna lamba nahi par zyada mota. Woh ghoor raha tha. Maine bhi ghoora. Bola ‘Kya problem hai memsaab? Tumne mana kiya toh maine chhod diya. Ab doosri ko bhi kharab kar rahi ho?’ Maine bola ‘Din ke ujaale mein roof pe yeh sab nahi karte.’ Usne bola ‘Tumhe lecture dene ka right hai kya hamare beech jo kuchh bhi hua uske baad?’ Phir pant upar kheenchne laga par lund bahar hi rakha aur mere paas aaya.”
“DICK OUT HUA HI THA?”
“Haan. Bola ‘Tum bas jealous ho memsaab.’ Maine has ke bola ‘Bakwaas band karo’. Par woh ek foot door khada, lund khada hua beech mein latak raha tha. Meri nazar baar-baar wahan ja rahi thi, 9 saal baad kisi aur ka lund dekh rahi thi. Usne pakad liya, bola ‘Chhoo lo memsaab, tum bhi sharmaati ho neeche ka, main nahi sharmata.’ Maine daanta, ‘Chup karo!’ Tab usne mujhe tanki se satate hue kiss shuru kar diya.”
“Lund bahar hi tha?”
“Haan… meri jaangh pe ragad raha tha. Maine half-hearted dhakka diya, par craving itni thi ki resist nahi kar payi. Kiss karte hue usne bola ‘Chhoo lo na’. Aur… maine chhoo liya.”
“Tu usko muh mein legi kya?” Thoda jal bhi raha tha, Menaka toh mujhe bhi blowjob nahi deti ab.
“Pagal! Bas haath se pakda. Kiss karte hue usne bola ungliyaan lapet do. Maine lapet li. Vimla ke thook se poora geela aur chipchipa tha. Bahut mota tha, ungliyaan poori tarah nahi mil rahi thi. Kuchh minute tak hilati rahi.”
“Full handjob diya?”
“Nahi poora… tabhi roof ka darwaza khula. Hum alag hue. Maine sari pe haath pochha, usne zip band karne ki koshish ki. Dekha toh Banke aa raha tha. Usne bola ‘Dara, Vimla boli tu…’ aur ruk gaya, mujhe dekh ke shock. Meri pallu thodi idhar-udhar, aur meri sari pe Dara ke lund ka pani ka stain… sab samajh gaya.”
“Phir?”
“Main Vimla ban gayi… roof se bhaag ke flat mein aa gayi.”
“HAHAHAHA!”
“Hans mat! Serious hai!”
Phir next day Dara aur Banke dono gate pe khade, dono muskura rahe the. Main darr gayi ki ab toh society mein badnaami ho jayegi.
Shaam ko Dara aaya, bola Banke ne promise kiya muh band rakhega, Vimla ko kuchh nahi bataya. Main nervous thi, usne hug kiya, kiss kiya, couch pe baithaya. Salwar-kurta mein thi, usne kurta utaar diya, bra bhi. Pehli baar poori topless uske saamne. Usne boobs pe itne nishaan bana diye, aaj bhi dikhte hain (cam pe dikha bhi diya).
Phir salwar ka naada khola. Maine roka. Usne compromise diya, ‘Jo kal shuru kiya tha khatam kar do’. Maine haan bol diya.
Usne lund nikala, thoda leak kar raha tha. Maine pakad ke hilane lagi. Right haath thak gaya toh left se. Das minute baad usne mera haath hataaya aur khud hilane laga. Last second mein mera chest target kiya aur… boobs pe jhad gaya.
Main gusse se chillayi, usne has ke dekha. Uthhi toh bhool gayi naada khula tha, salwar neeche gir gayi. Main sirf panty mein uske saamne khadi, meri gaand uske muh ke saamne.
Usne ek second dekha aur phir dono haath se gaand pakad ke kiss karne laga…
Call drop ho gaya. Mera lund pant mein tadap raha tha.
“FUCK! Usne…”
“Ruk, beech mein mat bol. Aur nahi… kuchh zyada extreme nahi hua. Woh bas khushi se kukda aur turant dono haath meri kamar pe panty ke upar rakh diya. Maine bola ‘Chhodo mujhe’ aur jhuk ke salwar uthane lagi. Jhukte hi meri gaand uske muh ke aur kareeb chali gayi. Jaise hi salwar upar kar rahi thi, usne peeche se haath daal ke panty ek jhatke mein neeche kheench di. Meri poori nangi gaand uske saamne aa gayi.”
“Aur?”
“Maine finally side hati, usko jhatka diya, panty-salwar tezi se upar kheench li aur bathroom mein bhaag gayi. Bahut sharmindagi hui. Ab yeh aadmi meri almost poori body nangi dekh chuka tha.”
Shack mein raat ke 12:45 baj rahe the. Laal bulb jal raha tha, daaru ki bottle aadhi khali, Banke ka lund pant mein hi khada tha sunte-sunte.
Dara andar aaya, shirt ke button khule, gardan aur seene pe naye laal nishaan, aankhon mein ek alag si chamak aur badi si shaitani hanshi.
Banke ne dheere se poocha: “Dada ji… aaj toh poora tamasha ho gaya lagta hai?”
Dara kursi pe dhamm se baitha, paani piya aur shuru ho gaya:
“Banke… tune promise kiya tha na, muh band rakhega? Vimla ko ek lafz nahi… aaj jo dekha maine, zindagi bhar yaad rahega.
Shaam ko gaya toh woh darwaze pe khadi thi, bilkul nervous. Maine bola ‘Banke ne promise kiya hai, kuchh nahi bolega’. Usne bas sar hila diya.
Hug kiya, kiss kiya, couch pe baithaya. Pink salwar-kurta mein thi. Kurta utara, bra utari… pehli baar poori topless. Phir wahi DD boobs pe attack… choosa, kaata, laal kar diya… nishaan abhi bhi honge uske mirror mein.
Phir salwar ka naada khola… woh sharma rahi thi. Maine zip kholi, lund bahar nikala… already leak kar raha tha. Usne pakad liya… right haath se hilaane lagi. Thak gayi toh left se. Das minute baad maine uska haath hataaya aur khud tezi se hilane laga… last second mein target kiya uska chest… aur poora maal uske boobs pe, gardan pe, pet pe… sab jagah jhad gaya!
Woh gusse se chillayi, ‘Daraaaa!’… main hans ke dekhta raha.
Uthi toh bhool gayi naada khula tha… salwar neeche gir gayi. Ekdum se sirf black panty mein khadi ho gayi… aur uski gaand… Banke, kya gaand hai yaar! Bilkul badi, gol, creamy… jaise do bade-bade doodh ke balls! Mere muh ke saamne thi.
Maine ek second dekha aur phir dono haath se pakad ke kiss karne laga… gaal pe, bich mein… usne bola ‘chhodo mujhe!’ aur jhuk ke salwar uthane lagi. Jhukte hi gaand aur upar uth gayi… aur kareeb aa gayi mere muh ke.
Jaise hi woh salwar upar kar rahi thi, maine peeche se haath daal ke panty ek jhatke mein neeche kheench diya… poori nangi gaand mere saamne! Bilkul fair, bilkul gol, ek bhi baal nahi… beech mein pink line… uff!
Usne chillaya, side hati, mujhe jhatka diya, tezi se panty-salwar upar kheenchi aur bathroom mein bhaag gayi. Bhaagte waqt uski gaand aise hil rahi thi… left-right, left-right… jaise koi porn movie chal rahi ho!
Banke… Vimla ki gaand toh jaise koi purana tyre hai… flat, kaali, jhulri wali. Aur yeh Menaka ki… bilkul fresh malai! Jab tak zinda hoon, woh scene aankhon se nahi jayega.”
Banke ab khud ko daba nahi pa raha tha… pant ke upar se hi lund ko zor-zor se ragad raha tha.
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(Call continues)
Main screen pe dekh raha tha, Menaka ki hickey wali boobs upar-neeche ho rahi thi.
“Tu yeh sab batate-batate poori geeli ho rahi hai na?”
Woh sharma ke sar hila di.
“Soch raha hoon asli mein kitni geeli hui hogi.”
“Itni nahi.” Usne sar hilaya.
“Haan-haan, bilkul!”
“Sach mein! Jab ho raha hota hai tab toh maza bhi aata hai physical intimacy ka, par guilt aur sharam bhi bahut hoti hai. Upar se Dara ka demanding nature handle karna padta hai. Shuru mein toh kitna gentle-respectful tha, ab din-ba-din besharam aur ghamandi ho gaya hai. Although…”
“Although kya?”
“Agar bilkul sach bolun… toh ek watchman ka mujhe apni sasti cheez ki tarah treat karna… usmein ek alag si gandi maza aa rahi hai. Yeh maza Dinesh jaise kisi classy bande ke saath shayad na aata.”
“Sun Menaka, funny baat hai… mujhe bhi wahi feel ho raha hai.”
“Matlab?”
Main thodi der socha.
“Jab yeh shuru hua tha tab tu sahi boli thi – theory mein cool tha, reality mein jalegi. Sahi tha. Par sirf ‘kisi aur ke saath’ se nahi jala. Mujhe zyada takleef iss baat se thi ki tu minimum-wage watchman ke saath kar rahi hai, hamare class ke bande ke saath nahi. Indian upper-class wala purana prejudice. Par jaise-jaise time gaya… wohi cheez ab sabse zyada turn-on ban gayi hai.”
“Kya? Tujhe meri yeh sab se maza aa raha hai?” Woh hairaan hui.
“Nahi jaanta exactly sexual pleasure hai ya nahi. Bas… yeh taboo element… yeh soch ke lund khada ho jata hai. Aaj hi ek ladki ke saath tha, poora time sirf tera aur Dara ka scene dimag mein chal raha tha.”
Menaka ne ajeeb sa muh banaya,
“Yeh… thoda weird hai. Main toh teri baat ko reluctantly accept karti hoon… tu toh full excited hai?”
“Pehle theoretical indifference tha. Ab jitna zyada sun raha hoon, utna hi lund khada ho raha hai.”
Woh mujhe ghoor ke dekhti rahi, phir boli,
“Pata nahi mujhe creepy lag raha hai ya thank you bolna chahiye.”
“Mujhe bhi nahi pata.”
Dono thodi der chup rahe.
“Toh ab itna aage badh gaya hai… agla step kya soch rahi hai?”
“Matlab?”
“Woh toh obviously aur push karega. Kitna aage jaayegi? Lund muh mein legi? Poora sex kar legi?”
Pehli baar Menaka sharmaayi nahi, bas soch mein pad gayi.
“Pata nahi. Mood toh bahut hai. Par morality, propriety, practicality… biwi hoon, maa hoon. Easy decision nahi hai.”
“Hmm… aise soch: agar tu single hoti, koi baccha nahi, same situation… kitna aage jaati?”
Woh kandhe uchaal ke boli,
“Shayad zyada. Abhi tak toh maine socha bhi nahi tha ki sex itna intense pleasure de sakta hai.”
“Gee thanks!” Maine mazaak mein bola.
“Nahi-nahi-nahi!” Woh ghabra gayi. “Tere saath bhi bahut mazaa aata hai, tu best hai. Bas… meri horizon badal gayi hai, mujhe pata hi nahi tha yeh sab exist karta hai. Hamare family aur society mein ladkiyon ki sexuality ko hamesha daba ke rakha jata hai.”
“Sahi boli.”
“Toh consequences na hote toh pata nahi kitna aage nikal jaati. Par consequences hain.”
“Hmm.”
“Toh jawab yeh hai – mujhe nahi pata. Abhi tak convinced hoon ki aur aage nahi jaungi. Par pehle bhi yahi convinced thi jo limits cross kar chuki hoon.”
“Que sera sera.”
“Exactly.”
“Bas itna kehna hai – cautious rehna.”
“Obviously.” Woh boli. “Waise ab sona hai mujhe.”
“Ruk!” Maine roka. “Kal Honolulu se nikal rahe hain. Philippines tak reliable Skype nahi milega. Double shifts bhi hain. Almost ek hafte tak sirf occasional email update hoga.”
“Okay.”
“Toh promise kar… har roz ek detailed email likhegi, bilkul jaise pichhla wala.”
“Pakka promise.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Call shuru hote hi Ayan full excited, college ki saari bakchodi, playground, cartoon, sab bata raha tha. Menaka saath mein baithi thi, bilkul neutral face. Phir beech mein Ayan ne bola,
“…aur uske baad Dara uncle mujhe ice-cream khilaane le gaye the!”
“Ruk ruk, Dara UNCLE?” Maine interrupt kiya aur Menaka ko dekha. Usne ishara kiya baad mein bataungi.
“Haan! Aur unhone mujhe Gorkhali style mein shoelace ka knot bhi sikhaya…”
Ayan ki non-stop commentary se pata chala ki yeh budhau watchman ab poora ghar ka chacha ban gaya tha. Das minute baad Ayan khud hi thak ke chup ho gaya, Menaka ne bola “Beta jaa ke so ja” aur woh chala gaya.
“Toh ab Dara hi ghar ka mard ban gaya?” Maine half mazaak half jealousy mein poochha.
“Bakwaas mat kar. Bas help kar raha tha kyunki main kuchh din se bed pe thi. Ankle mein bahut buri moch aa gayi thi.”
“KYA? Ab theek hai na?”
“Ab almost theek hai. Par 4-5 din bahut dard tha.”
“Kaise hua?”
“Jo last baar baat hui thi na uske do din baad. Grocery leke aa rahi thi 11 baje, compound ke andar lift ki taraf ja rahi thi. Manhole cover pe pair pada, woh dheela tha, tilt ho gaya. Right ankle poora twist ho gaya aur main gir padi, saara grocery bikhra.”
“Shit! Kuchh toota nahi na?”
“Nahi, bas dard se cheekh nikal gayi. Dara gate pe baitha tha, daud ke aaya. Haath diya uthne ko, maine pakda par ankle mein bijli si daud gayi, phir gir padi. Woh tension mein aa gaya. Daud ke apni chair laaya. Phir bahut adab se poochha, ‘Memsaab, main aapko utha loon? Dono haath aapki arms ke neeche daal ke?’ Main dard se paagal, koi aur tha bhi nahi, haan kar diya.”
Sirf soch ke hi mera lund thoda sa khada hone laga – buddha watchman meri biwi ko haath laga raha hai.
“Kaise uthaya?”
“Merii right side pe aaya, jhuka, left arm meri left armpit ke neeche daala, bola ‘Sirf left pair pe weight daalo’. Phir ek jhatke mein khud khada ho gaya aur mujhe bhi kheench liya. Bilkul aasani se. Phir chair pe baitha diya.”
“Uske haath tere boobs se takraye?”
“PRAKASH!!!”
“Arre bata na!”
“Side se thoda sa… avoid nahi kar sakta tha. Pehli baar toh.”
“Aur baar bhi?”
“Sequence mein batane de!” Woh thodi gussa hui. “Chair pe baithaya, grocery uthaya (doodh ka carton phat gaya tha), jo bacha wo ek haath mein liya. Bola lift tak help karega. Maine uthne ki koshish ki par dard aur badh gaya. Finally uske kandhe pe haath rakh ke ek pair se hop karte hue lift tak pahunchi.”
“Dikhta toh patla hai, itna weight kaise utha liya? Aur woh mujhse bhi chhota hai na?”
“Haan, main bhi shock hui. Bola 20 saal paramilitary mein tha.”
“Gorkha log waise bhi taakat ke mamle mein monster hote hain.”
“Lift mein posture adjust karne ke bahane uska haath… meri left boob pe poora dab gaya. Jaise jaan-boojh ke.”
“Daant nahi lagayi?”
“Nahi… help jo kar raha tha. Par maine uska haath pakad ke neeche kamar pe shift kar diya.”
“Sari pehni thi na?”
“Haan… toh ab nangi kamar pe haath tha. Boobs se better.”
“Phir floor pe aaye, darwaza khola, main keys nikal rahi thi, balance bigda, main girne wali thi. Tab usne peeche se dono haath daal ke poora bear hug mein jakad liya.”
“Uh oh!” Main muskura utha.
“Bahut sharmindagi hui. Maine bola chhodo, diwar pe haath rakh leti hoon. Usne keys liye, darwaza khola, mujhe couch pe baithaya.”
“Aur haath-pheri?”
“Jitna unavoidable tha.” Woh shrug kiya. “Thank you bola, grocery kitchen mein rakhne bola. Phir laga kuchh dena chahiye, purse se 100 rupaye nikale. Usne mana kiya, ‘Yeh toh mera kaam hai memsaab.’ Jab zor diya toh liya aur bola, ‘Isse ek aur doodh ka carton laa deta hoon Ayan baba ke liye.’”
“Thoughtful banda.” (Aur socha yeh bahana bhi bana lega wapas aane ka)
“Maine bola nahi chahiye, kirana wala bhej dungi. Par woh zidd pe ada, chala gaya.”
Main couch pe baithi, pair ragad rahi thi, dard badhta ja raha tha. Socha fracture toh nahi? Kuchh kar bhi nahi sakti thi. Bees minute baad Dara wapas aaya – doodh, ek tenant se li hui crutch, aur ek plastic bag mein Nepal ka balm.
Thank you bola, doodh kitchen mein rakha, crutch side mein, phir seedha zameen pe baith gaya mere pairon ke paas.
“Maine poochha ‘kya kar rahe ho?’ Bola ‘Memsaab yeh Nepal ka balm hai, thodi maalish kar doon toh aaram milega.’ Maine bola doctor chali jaungi. Par woh toh already sandal nikal raha tha. ‘Dara ruk!’ Maine roka, par woh mood mein tha. ‘Bas try kar lo memsaab, bahut achhi maalish karta hoon.’ Aur dheere se mera pair pakad liya.”
“WHOA!” Maine beech mein roka. “Pair dabwa rahi thi aur tu allow kar rahi thi?”
“Aur kya karti? Laath maar ke utha deti kya?” Woh chir gayi.
“Toh maalish ki?”
“Haan… poore pair pe balm lagaya, rough haathon se dheere-dheere massage kiya.” Uska face laal ho gaya.
“Maza aaya?”
“Dard toh kam hua tha.”
“Mera matlab… kisi doosre aadmi ke haath ka touch?”
Menaka ne meri jealousy pakad li.
“Arre tu toh poori duniya chodta phir raha hai aur mujhe pair dabwane mein jealousy?”
“Nahi aisa nahi… genuine sawal tha.”
Woh mujhe ghoorti rahi, phir dheere se boli,
“Sorry gussa ho gayi. Sach bataun… thoda sa alag feel ho raha tha. Constant physical contact… aur uski maalish se goosebumps aa rahe the.”
“Foot erogenous zone hota hai kuchh logon ka.”
“Woh toh ankle pe focus kar raha tha, par beech-beech mein calf pe bhi haath fer deta. Teesri-chauthi baar jab aisa kiya maine bola ‘Dara calf mein dard nahi hai.’ Woh sharma gaya, sorry bola aur uth ke chala gaya. Main thank you boli, usne bola ‘Kuchh chahiye toh phone kar dena’ aur number deke nikal gaya.”
Raat ke 12:30 baj rahe the. Compound bilkul sunsaan. Sirf street-light ki halki roshni pad rahi thi shack ke andar.
Dara apni kholi mein baitha chai pee raha tha, aankhon mein ek alag si chamak. Banke (22-23 saal ka ladka, abhi nayi duty join ki thi) paas baitha mobile chala raha tha.
Banke: “Dada, aaj itni khushi kaahe? Lottery laga kya?”
Dara chai ka cup neeche rakha, dheere se muskuraaya aur bola, “Lottery se badi cheez lag gayi re Banke… Building 4 ki memsaab, Menaka memsaab.”
Banke ne mobile side mein rakha, kaan khade ho gaye. “Wahi jo har roz red-black saari mein dikhti hain? Jinki gaand aise hilti hai jaise koi item song chal raha ho?”
Dara hans diya. “Haan wahi. Aaj unka paon manhole mein phas gaya tha. Poora grocery bikhra pada tha, woh ro rahi thi dard se. Main daud ke gaya.”
Banke ki aankhen chamak uthi. “Phir?”
Dara ne chai ka ek aur sip liya, phir dheere-dheere bola, “Pehle godi mein uthaya… bilkul heroine jaisa. Unka right boob meri chaati pe poora daba tha. Saari itni thin thi, bra ka feel saaf aa raha tha. Woh sharma ke meri gardan mein haath daal li.”
Banke ki saans tez ho gayi. “Sachhi dada?”
“Arre aur sachhi! Corridor mein leke jaate waqt jaan-boojh ke slow chala. Unka hip mere lund pe poora dab raha tha. Sakht ho gaya tha poora. Woh bhi mehsoos kar liya, par kuchh boli nahi… bas gardan pe saans garam kar rahi thi.”
Banke ab poora excited. “Phir flat mein kya hua?”
Dara ne aankh maari. “Flat mein toh alag khel shuru hua. Bed pe baithaya, paon pe ice lagaya. Saari oopar uthi thi knee tak… gore-gore jaangh, bilkul doodh jaise. Blouse itna tight tha, cleavage poora dikh raha tha. Jab ice laga raha tha, woh siski bhar rahi thi… ‘Dara… dheere… aaaahhh…’”
Banke ne apni pant pe haath rakh liya. “Dada… aur?”
“Aur kuch nahi, Chal Sojaa”
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(Back to Prakash)
“Phir?”
“Do ghante baad doorbell baji. Crutch ke sahaare gayi khola – Dara lunch leke aaya tha. ‘Aap khana nahi bana paogi toh laaya hoon.’ Maine bola table pe rakh do. Usne plate mein nikaala, maine bola ‘Tum bhi kha lo.’”
“Lunch date ho gayi!” Maine hans ke bola.
“Shut up!” Woh sharma gayi. “Agla do-teen din woh roz khana laata raha, Ayan ko bus tak chhodta-aata, playground le jaata. Aur subah-shaam maalish karta raha. Sach mein doctor ki zaroorat nahi padi.”
yeh toh full-on daily routine ban gaya hai ab!
Do hafte se Dara har roz subah uth ke pehle Menaka ke liye fresh groceries le aata hai, phir Ayan ko college bus tak chhodta hai, shaam ko bus se pick bhi karta hai. Ghar aake Menaka ki kitchen mein haath batata hai; kabhi sabzi kaat-ta hai, kabhi bartal saaf karta hai, bilkul “perfect husband” banne ki training le raha hai.
Aur haan, din bhar Menaka ki sexy figure ko chupke-chupke niharta rehta hai. Kabhi woh silk saree mein pallu theek karte waqt uska creamy waist dikh jaata hai, kabhi tight salwar kameez mein uske curvy hips ka shape, kabhi woh sleeveless night gown mein kitchen mein aati hai toh uske toned arms aur deep neck se thoda cleavage nazar aa jaata hai. Dara ka toh dil hi dhadak jaata hai har baar.
Shaam ko aur raat sote waqt dono time Menaka ke paer dabata hai. Menaka ab sharmaati bhi nahi; seedha bed pe baith jaati hai, ghungroo wali payal utaar deti hai aur apne soft-soft paer Dara ke god mein rakh deti hai. Dara dheere-dheere malish karta hai, ankle se lekar calf tak haath fer-ta hai, kabhi-kabhi thoda upar bhi chala jaata hai. Menaka bas aankhein band karke enjoy karti hai aur halke se siskariyaan leti hai “ahh… kitna acha lagta hai Dara… thodi der aur…”
Watchman shack pe jaake toh Banke (woh 22 saal ka jawaan ladka) ko har detail sunaata hai. Aaj bhi shack mein baith ke Dara bola,
“Banke yaar, aaj Menaka memsaab ne black transparent saree pehna tha… blouse itna tight ki bra ki lace dikhai de rahi thi. Jab woh jhuk ke fridge se doodh nikali na, uska cleavage… uff! Aur shaam ko paer dabate waqt usne skirt thoda upar kar diya, poori fair jaangh dikhai de rahi thi… main toh bas dekhta hi reh gaya. Bas ab aur kitne din intezaar karun yaar, dil kar raha hai ab toh seedha uske saath…”
Banke bichara excited ho jaata hai sun ke, khud bhi bolta hai, “Dada ji, aap toh ab bilkul ready lag rahe ho… bas ek mauka chahiye!”
(Back to Prakash)
Thodi der chup rahi. Face se pata chal raha tha kuchh aur bhi hai.
“Aur kuchh?” Maine poochha.
Woh sar hilaayi, poora laal.
“Bata na.”
“Bahut sharm ki baat hai… aur tujhe gussa aayega.”
“Pakka nahi aaayega.”
“Last maalish wale din maine strong painkiller li thi. Couch pe baithi thi, woh neeche baitha maalish kar raha tha. Uski garmi, touch… pata nahi kab neend aa gayi. Jab aankh khuli toh… uski moochh mere gaal pe feel ho rahi thi.”
“KYAAAA???”
“Woh couch pe ek ghutna rakh ke jhuka tha, mere gaal pe kiss kar raha tha. Meri aankh khuli toh woh freeze ho gaya. Hum dono ek-doosre ki aankhon mein dekhte rahe. Dil mein awaaz aa rahi thi daant lagaa, dhakka de… par main chup rahi. Usne samjha green signal, phir se kiss shuru – gaal, forehead, lips pe brush… main aankhen band kar ke enjoy kar rahi thi. Phir uska haath meri chhati pe gaya… sari ke upar se dabaya… ekdum current laga. Par guilt zyada tha. Maine usko dhakka diya, ‘DARA YEH KYA KAR RAHE HO?’ Woh peeche hata, zameen pe dekhta raha. Maine bola ‘Jao yahan se.’ Woh chupchap nikal gaya.”
Shack mein raat ke 11 baj rahe the. Banke cigarette ka kash lete hue bola, “Dada ji aaj itni der kyun? Aaj toh kuchh bada hua lag raha hai chehre pe!”
Dara andar aaya, kursi pe dhamm se baitha, paani piya aur phir dheere se muskurate hue bola:
“Banke… aaj toh mera dil rukne ko tha yaar… aur phir ekdum se zindagi bhar ka sukoon bhi mil gaya.”
Banke ki aankhein chamak uthi, “Bolo na dada ji, poora detail!”
Dara ne aankhein band kar ke yaad karte hue bola:
“Aaj Menaka ko doctor ne strong painkiller diya tha period pain ke liye. Shaam ko paer dabate-dabate usko neend aa gayi… bilkul gehri neend. Main malish kar raha tha, uska pallu side mein sarak gaya tha, saari bhi thodi upar uthi hui thi… uski gori-gori jaangh poori dikh rahi thi. Uski saansein dheemi ho gayi thi… main ruk nahi paya yaar.
Main dheere se uske paas jhuka aur uske gaal pe ek halka sa kiss kar diya. Usne kuchh nahi bola, bas saans chali. Phir main himmat karke uske hothon pe apne hoth rakh diye… 4-5 second tak… uski hoth itni soft, itni garam… phir uski aankh khul gayi.
Hum dono ek doosre ko dekhte reh gaye. Uske aankhon mein darr tha, sharmahat thi, par daantne ya chillane ki himmat nahi ho rahi thi. Main bhi freeze ho gaya… socha ab toh thappad padega. Par woh chup rahi. Bas dekhti rahi.
Maine samjha… shayad green signal hai. Phir se jhuka, uska forehead kiss kiya, gaal, naak, phir dobaara hoth… is baar thoda dabake, thoda lamba. Usne aankhein band kar li aur halke se moan kiya… ‘hmm…’
Phir mera haath khud-ba-khud uski chest pe chala gaya. Saari ke upar se hi uske bade-bade DD boobs ko pakda… uff yaar Banke! Kya size hai, kya mulayam… jaise do bade-bade rasgulle ho, ek haath mein bhi nahi aa rahe the. Blouse itna tight tha ki nipple bhi thoda khada feel ho raha tha kapde ke upar se. Maine dheere se dabaya… uske muh se ekdum se siski nikli ‘ahh… Dara…’
Par agle hi second usko guilt aa gaya. Usne mujhe zor se dhakka diya, uth ke baith gayi aur saari theek karte hue boli, “Yeh galat hai Dara… please jaao yahan se…”
Main bas sorry bolta raha aur wapas shack aa gaya.”
Banke ne cigarette phenka aur excited hoke poocha, “Aur? Boobs sach mein itne bade hain?”
Dara ne hawas bhari aankhon se bola, “Yaar… main toh bata nahi sakta… bilkul gol, bilkul bhari-bharkam… saari ke pallu ke andar se bhi poora shape dikh raha tha. Jab dabaya na, toh aisa laga jaise cotton ke andar garam doodh bhara ho. Nipples bhi bilkul tight ho gayi thi touch karte hi… agar woh rokti nahi toh aaj main blouse bhi utaar deta.”
Banke bass chup baitha raha
(Back to Prakash)
Main Panama mein baitha shock mein. Meri biwi aur building ka watchman… making out!
“Phir?”
“Kuchh nahi. Uske baad nahi aaya. Pair theek ho gaya. Lift mein ya compound mein bhi nazar nahi milate.”
“Gussa hoon kya?” Usne poochha.
“Nahi… bas… WATCHMAN???” Class wala issue nikal aaya.
“Sorry, plan nahi tha.”
Thodi der chuppi ke baad maine sensible mode on kiya,
“Menaka, jo main karta hoon uske saamne yeh toh bacchon ka khel hai. Theory aur reality mein farak hota hai, yeh main samajh gaya. Par jo bola tha woh ab bhi valid hai. Tu kuchh galat nahi kar rahi. Mera ego mera problem hai.”
“Thank you jaan.” Usne flying kiss di.
Phir maine bola,
“Agar tu aage badhna chahe toh meri taraf se full blessings. Bas safe rehna.”
“Pata nahi badhna bhi chahti hoon ya nahi. Tu hota toh yeh sab feel hi nahi hota.”
Phir maine apna idea bataya – furniture move karne ka bahana. Usne bola try karegi.
Ship Pacific mein chala gaya, connection gayab. Phir ek din email aaya:
Dearest Prakash,
Aaj finally tera idea try kiya. Ayan ko bus mein chhod ke gate pe Dara ke paas gayi. Usne muh fer liya. Maine bola “Thodi furniture shift karni hai, time hai kya?” Usne haan bola, Banke aane ke baad aayega.
Poore aadhe ghante dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Doorbell baja. Khola toh Dara serious face ke saath andar aaya.
“Kaunsa furniture?” Usne poochha.
Maine idhar-udhar dekha… kuchh socha hi nahi tha. Woh samajh gaya bahana hai. Do kadam aage, left arm meri kamar pe, right haath mere sir ke peeche, mujhe kheench ke hug kar liya.
Main shock mein akad gayi. Woh ruk gaya. Phir main relax hui. Usne gaal pe kiss shuru kiya, haath meri nangi kamar pe. Uski pasine ki smell… rough touch… current lag raha tha. Maine bhi uske khurkhure gaal pe kiss karna shuru kar diya.
Couch pe baithaya, kiss karta raha. Phir lips pe lips rakh ke French kiss. Mere hoth 9 saal baad kisi aur ke touch se kaanp rahe the. Uske patle Nepali hoth… bilkul alag taste. Usne boobs pe haath daala, maine rok diya, kandhe pe shift kar diya. Usne respect kiya.
Paanch minute kiss karne ke baad dono saans phool gaye. Maine aankh kholi, woh jeet ki smile de raha tha. Phir zameen pe baitha, mere sandal nikaale, bada toe muh mein leke choosne laga. Prakash, pata nahi kyun itna maza aa raha tha. Dus minute tak pair chooste-chooste calf dabaata raha. Main control kar rahi thi khud ko uspe jump na kar jaun.
Phir uska phone baja, Banke ko help chahiye tha. Dheere se lips pe kiss karke chala gaya.
Raat ke 12 baj rahe the. Shack mein ek chhoti si bulb jal rahi thi, ek quarter daaru khula pada tha, do plastic glass. Banke ne glass bharke Dara ke haath mein thama diya.
Banke (muskurate hue): “Aaj toh chehra alag hi chamak raha hai dada ji… bol do, aaj kya jeet gaye?”
Dara ne glass ek ghoont mein aadha khatam kiya, saans chhodi aur phir woh badi si shaitani smile aayi:
“Banke… aaj toh Menaka memsaab ne khud bulaya tha ghar pe. Bolti hai ‘furniture shift karna hai’. Main jaate hi samajh gaya… furniture-vurniture kuchh nahi, dil shift karne ka plan tha uska.”
Banke ki aankhein badi ho gayi: “Phir???”
Dara ne glass table pe tikaya, aankhein band kar ke scene dohraane laga:
“Jaate hi usne darwaza band kiya. Main poochha ‘kaunsa furniture?’ Woh sharma ke idhar-udhar dekhne lagi… bas itna hi kaafi tha. Main do kadam aage badha, left haath uski patli si kamar pe rakh diya, right haath uske baal mein ghusa ke sir peeche kheench ke… seedha hug kar liya, zor se!
Woh ek second ke liye akad gayi… phir khud hi relax ho gayi. Uske boobs mere seene se dab gaye… saans garam garam lag rahi thi. Maine uske gaal pe kiss shuru kar diya… ek, do, teen… uski nangi kamar pe haath ferne laga. Uski skin itni mulayam… pasina thoda laga tha, uski khushboo aur meri pasine ki smell mix ho gayi… uff!
Phir usne bhi himmat ki… mere khurkhure gaal pe kiss karne lagi. Main samajh gaya aaj pakka ho jayega.
Couch pe baithaya, uske hoth pakde aur seedha French kiss! Nueve saal baad kisi aur mard ke hoth uske hothon se takra rahe the… woh kaanp rahi thi. Mere patle Nepali hoth usko bilkul alag lage honge… usne muh khola aur meri jeebh andar… 4-5 minute tak hum dono ek doosre ka ras pee rahe the.
Haath uske boobs pe gaya… bra ke upar se hi dabaya… woh ekdum se ruki, mera haath pakda aur kandhe pe shift kar diya. Maine uski baat maan li… respect diya.
Phir main zameen pe baitha, uski high heel sandal nikali… uska bada toe muh mein liya aur choosne laga… jaise aam chooste hain waise! Dus minute tak pair chooste raha, calf dabata raha… woh upar se bas ‘ahh… ahh…’ kar rahi thi, kamar aage-peeche hil rahi thi… pata hai Banke, agar phone nahi bajta toh aaj woh khud hi mujhpe chadh jaati!”
Banke ne daaru ka glass neeche rakha, excited ho ke bola: “Phir???”
Dara ne badi shaan se bola: “Phone baja… tera hi tha re! Bola ‘gate pe parcel aaya hai’. Maine Menaka ke hoth pe ek lambi si kiss di, uske kaan mein fusa ke bola ‘baad mein poora furniture shift karunga’, aur nikal aaya. Woh couch pe baithi rah gayi, saans phooli hui, hoth laal, aankhein band… bilkul sex ke baad jaisa chehra!”
(Back to Prakash)
Ek ghante baad wapas aaya, 15 minute aur full teenage making out. Phir boobs dabane ki koshish, phir roka.
Maine bola “Ab jao warna log shak karenge.”
“Jo hukum memsaab.”
Darwaza band karke couch pe gir padi… satisfied.
Hope tu gussa nahi.
Love, Menaka
xoxo
Email maine 4 baar padha, lund poora khada. Apne hi living room mein, apne couch pe, buddha watchman meri biwi ko chus raha hai… yeh maine khud set kiya tha!
Agla do din connection gayab. Jab aaya toh koi naya mail nahi. Skype pe ping maara, no reply. Raat ke 3 baje the Mumbai mein. Dimag mein 50 tarah ke scenes chal rahe the – kya ho gaya hoga aage? ?
Email padh ke mera lund itna sakht ho gaya ki cabin mein hi muth maarna pada. Socha tha class difference se issue hoga… ab wohi sabse bada turn-on ban gaya hai. Ab toh bas yeh sochta hoon ki jab ship se wapas jaunga toh shayad teeno milkar kuchh karen ??
Kuch dino baad:
Phone pe baat ho rahi thi, main Honolulu se aur Menaka Mumbai se.
“Dara wala scene kya chal raha hai ab?” Maine seedha attack kar diya.
“Arre pehle beta ka haal nahi poochhega?” Woh has ke boli.
“Chhod na yaar! Bata na kya hua us email ke baad? Choda tune usko ya nahi ab tak?”
“NAHIII!!” Woh zor se chillaayi. “Kitna ganda dimag hai tera!”
“Toh phir?”
“Actually thoda cool-down ho gaya tha.”
“Matlab?”
“Woh zyada demanding ho gaya tha. Email mein jo likha tha uske baad bhi jab mauka milta tha chupke se aata tha, kissing chalti thi. Par uska haath boobs pe jaate hi main hata deti thi. Ek baar gusse mein usne phir se wapas rakh diya. Bas phir jhagda ho gaya.”
“Jhagda?”
“Haan… bola ‘Main koi teenager thodi hoon jo sirf kiss se khush rahunga? Khoon garam hai mera!’ Maine bhi daant laga di, ‘Main shaadi-shuda aurat hoon, itna bada ehsaan kar rahi hoon, apni aukaat mein reh!’ Woh gussa ho ke nikal gaya.”
Shack mein raat ke 2 baj rahe the. Ek hi bulb jal raha tha, laal rang ka. Dara kursi pe baitha tha, haath mein quarter ki bottle, muh laal, aankhein bhi laal. Banke saamne baitha chupchaap sun raha tha.
Dara ne bottle seedha muh se laga ke ek lamba ghoont liya, phir thook diya zameen pe aur gusse mein bola:
“Banke… aaj toh hadd ho gayi yaar! Usne bola tha, ‘sirf kiss tak, boobs nahi’… uske baad bhi har baar mauka milta tha, main chupke se jaata tha, woh bhi sharma-sharma ke saath deti thi… gaal, hoth, gardan… sab kuchh choom leta tha. Par jaise hi haath upar jaata tha, woh haath hata deti! Har baar! Jaise main koi bhikhari hoon!”
Banke chup raha, bas cigarette ka dhuaan chhodta raha.
Dara ne bottle table pe patki aur bolta chala gaya:
“Aaj phir bulaya tha… bola ‘Ayan college gaya hai’. Jaate hi darwaza band, hug, kiss shuru. Main uske hoth choos raha tha, woh bhi mera muh kheench rahi thi… garam saans, kaanp rahi thi poori. Phir jaise hi haath uske boobs pe gaya, phir wahi drama… haath hata diya!
Maine aaj gusse mein uska haath pakda aur zor se wapas boobs pe rakh diya… bola ‘ab bas Menaka! Kitna rokegi?’
Banke ki aankhein thodi badi ho gayi.
Dara ne sar pakad liya:
“Bas phir woh aag baboola ho gayi! Zor se dhakka maara, aankhein laal kar ke boli, ‘Dara, maine kitni baar bola sirf kiss tak? Tu hadd paar kar raha hai! Ab yeh sab band! Bahar nikal ja abhi ke abhi!’
Main bhi gusse mein tha… bola ‘theek hai memsaab, ab kabhi nahi aaunga!’ aur darwaza zor se band karke nikal aaya.”
Bottle khatam kar di Dara ne. Phir dheere se bola, awaaz mein dard aur gussa dono
Banke ne cigarette bhuja di, dheere se bola: “Dada ji… ab kya plan hai?”
Dara ne lambi saans li, aankhon mein ek alag si aag jali:
“Ab plan yeh hai… ab main nahi jaunga. Ab woh khud aayegi.
(Back to Prakash)
“Wah! Phir renga kya wapas?”
“Actually… maine hi stupid move kar diya. Usko manana chahiye tha. Par uska touch itna addict kar gaya tha ki do din baad maine khud phone kar diya, ‘Aa jaao na…’”
“Aur?”
“…sharma rahi hoon bolne mein. Usne samajh gaya ki main haan bol chuki hoon. Is baar jab usne boobs dabaye… sorry… maine nahi roka.”
“Tujhe uski kissing bahut pasand aa gayi na?”
“Arre kissing toh average hai. Patle hoth, laar bahut, jeebh aise atak-atak ke ghumati hai… tu kitna better hai. Bas physical intimacy chahiye hoti hai, kisi garam mard ka sparsh.”
“Toh usne tere boobs pe full attack kar diya?”
“Prakash kitna vulgar bolta hai! Haan… blouse ke upar se zor-zor se masla, pallu hata ke. Bola ‘Memsaab kitne bade-bade aur mulayam hain’. Neck pe kiss karte hue haath neeche le ja raha tha… main geeli ho chuki thi.”
“Phir bhi nahi choda?”
“NAHIII YAAR! Tu fixed ho gaya hai ispe!”
“Phir kya?”
“Blouse ke hook kholne laga. Rokna chahi par neck pe uski moochh aur hoth… willpower gayab. Blouse khula, bra upar, nipples pe ungli se khelne laga. Paanch minute baad alarm baja dimag mein, maine roka. Woh khush ho ke chala gaya.”
Shack mein raat ke 1:30 baje. Ek chhoti si lal bulb jal rahi thi, daaru ki bottle khatam, sirf thodi si tali mein bachi thi. Banke kursi pe baitha tha, pant ke upar se hi apna khada lund daba raha tha… sunte hi sunte control kho chuka tha.
Dara andar aaya, shirt ke button khule hue, gardan pe laal-laal kiss marks, muh pe woh khushi jo sirf jeetne ke baad aati hai.
Banke ne dheeme se poocha, “Dada ji… aaj call aaya tha na?”
Dara ne badi si shaitani hanshi maari, kursi pe dhamm se baitha aur boli shuru:
“Call nahi yaar… woh khud ro rahi thi phone pe… boli ‘Dara please upar aa jao, ab nahi raha jaata’. Main jaate hi darwaza band, usne mujhe khinch ke hug kiya… uska jism kaanp raha tha.
Maine uska pallu ek jhatke mein side kiya… blouse itna tight, DD boobs jaise bahar nikalne ko tadap rahe the. Maine dono haathon se zor-zor se masla… blouse ke upar se hi… aur bola, ‘Memsaab… kitne bade-bade aur mulayam hain yeh… poore haath mein nahi aa rahe!’
Usne sirf siski bhari… ‘ahh… Dara…’
Maine gardan pe kiss karte-karte uski naak se saans le raha tha… uski khushboo, uska pasina… haath neeche jaate hi pata chala… woh poori geeli ho chuki thi, panty bheeg chuki thi.
Phir maine blouse ke hook ek-ek karke khole… woh rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi par meri moochh gardan pe ragad rahi thi, hoth kaanp rahe the uske… willpower gayab!
Blouse khula, bra upar uthaya… uff Banke! Do bade-bade pink nipples khade hue the… jaise do rasbhari aam ke tukde! Maine pehle ungli se gol-gol ghumaya… phir muh mein liya… zor se choosa, kaata, kheench ke chhoda… woh chillayi ‘ahhh… Dara… mar gayi!’
Dono boobs paglon ki tarah dabaye… laal kar diye… nipples muh mein leke kheenchta raha… woh bas ‘haan… haan…’ kar rahi thi, kamar upar utha rahi thi.
Poore paanch minute tak maine uske boobs ko attack kiya… choosa, kaata, dabaya, thappad maare… uska muh khula ka khula reh gaya.
Phir achanak uske phone ka alarm baja (shayad Ayan ke liye rakha tha). Usne ekdum se hosh aaya, haath se dhakka diya aur boli ‘bas Dara… abhi nahi… please jaao’.
Maine uske hoth pe ek zor ki kiss kiya, bra neeche kheechi, blouse bandhwaya aur bola ‘ab agli baar poora kholunga memsaab… panty bhi’.
Woh saans phooli hui, boobs laal, nipples khade… bas dekhti rah gayi.”
Banke ab khud ko rok nahi pa raha tha… pant ke upar se hi lund bilkul khada, saans tez.
(Back to Prakash)
“Itna hi ‘cool-down’ hai?” Maine hans ke poochha.
“Woh toh shuru tha. Agle do-teen sessions mein bhi boobs dabwaye, phir haath neeche le gaya. Maine roka, phir jhagda. Do din se impasse chal raha hai.”
“Phir bhi… topless toh ho gayi uske saamne.”
“Arre topless nahi! Blouse-bra pehne hi rehte hain, bas khol ke side kar deta hai.”
“Hahaha, bada farak hai.”
“Waise ab yeh scene chal raha hai.”
Thodi der chuppi ke baad maine poochha,
“Tu kitni baar muth marti hai ab?”
“PRAKASHHH!”
“Bata na! Uske jaane ke baad 4-5 baar toh karti hi hogi.”
“…haan, 4-5 baar. Har baar uske jaane ke baad.”
“Sirf clit se ya ungli andar bhi?”
“Shut up! Itna detail nahi dungi husband ko bhi!”
Phir maine woh sawal poochha jo dimag mein ghoom raha tha,
“Sessions mein… uska khada hota hai na?”
“Hehe… haan.”
“Aur tujhe feel hota hai?”
“Haan… meri jaangh ya kamar pe ragadta rehta hai.”
“Bada hai?”
“Pata nahi, kabhi bahar nahi nikala.”
“Curious toh hai na?”
“…thoda sa.” Bohot jaldi boli.
Us raat Honolulu mein Bella (Hawaiian hottie) ke saath bhi sex karte waqt dimag mein sirf Menaka aur Dara chal rahe the. Bella ko teesra round chodte waqt bhi aankhen band, bas Menaka ka scene soch raha tha.
Teesra din, finally Skype connect hua. Menaka late aayi, face thoda udas.
“Caved wo?”
“Nahi… thoda complicated ho gaya.”
“Kaise?”
“Do din pehle Ayan ko bus se laya toh dekha Dara apni jhopdi ke paas Vimla se baat kar raha tha, full flirting. Maine andar jaate hue dekha toh usne mujhe ek ghamandi smile di – ‘tu nahi degi toh aur hain’ wala. Phir balcony se dekha, Vimla ne paanch ungli dikhayi, Dara ne sar hilaaya, woh building mein ghusi.”
“Roof pe gaye honge!” Maine bola.
“Shhh! Haan maine bhi wahi socha. Ayan ko sula ke roof pe chupke gayi. Darwaza khula tha. Paani ki tanki ke peeche se awaazein aa rahi thi… jaise choosne ki.”
“Aur dekha kya?”
“Dopahar ke 2 baje, khuli roof pe… Dara deewar se tek ke khada, pant ghutno tak neeche, shirt upar. Vimla neeche baithi uska lund muh mein liye choos rahi thi, salwar pairon mein lati thi.”
“Wah! Tune kya kiya?”
“Gusse se chillayi – YEH KYA HO RAHA HAI? Vimla ekdum se cheekhi, lund muh se nikaala, salwar upar kheench ke daud gayi. Main usko roof se bhaagte dekhti rahi.”
“Dara bhi bhaaga?”
“Nahi… wahi khada raha, lund bahar liye. Pant neeche, shirt pehni hui. Maine uska lund dekha… tera jitna lamba nahi par zyada mota. Woh ghoor raha tha. Maine bhi ghoora. Bola ‘Kya problem hai memsaab? Tumne mana kiya toh maine chhod diya. Ab doosri ko bhi kharab kar rahi ho?’ Maine bola ‘Din ke ujaale mein roof pe yeh sab nahi karte.’ Usne bola ‘Tumhe lecture dene ka right hai kya hamare beech jo kuchh bhi hua uske baad?’ Phir pant upar kheenchne laga par lund bahar hi rakha aur mere paas aaya.”
“DICK OUT HUA HI THA?”
“Haan. Bola ‘Tum bas jealous ho memsaab.’ Maine has ke bola ‘Bakwaas band karo’. Par woh ek foot door khada, lund khada hua beech mein latak raha tha. Meri nazar baar-baar wahan ja rahi thi, 9 saal baad kisi aur ka lund dekh rahi thi. Usne pakad liya, bola ‘Chhoo lo memsaab, tum bhi sharmaati ho neeche ka, main nahi sharmata.’ Maine daanta, ‘Chup karo!’ Tab usne mujhe tanki se satate hue kiss shuru kar diya.”
“Lund bahar hi tha?”
“Haan… meri jaangh pe ragad raha tha. Maine half-hearted dhakka diya, par craving itni thi ki resist nahi kar payi. Kiss karte hue usne bola ‘Chhoo lo na’. Aur… maine chhoo liya.”
“Tu usko muh mein legi kya?” Thoda jal bhi raha tha, Menaka toh mujhe bhi blowjob nahi deti ab.
“Pagal! Bas haath se pakda. Kiss karte hue usne bola ungliyaan lapet do. Maine lapet li. Vimla ke thook se poora geela aur chipchipa tha. Bahut mota tha, ungliyaan poori tarah nahi mil rahi thi. Kuchh minute tak hilati rahi.”
“Full handjob diya?”
“Nahi poora… tabhi roof ka darwaza khula. Hum alag hue. Maine sari pe haath pochha, usne zip band karne ki koshish ki. Dekha toh Banke aa raha tha. Usne bola ‘Dara, Vimla boli tu…’ aur ruk gaya, mujhe dekh ke shock. Meri pallu thodi idhar-udhar, aur meri sari pe Dara ke lund ka pani ka stain… sab samajh gaya.”
“Phir?”
“Main Vimla ban gayi… roof se bhaag ke flat mein aa gayi.”
“HAHAHAHA!”
“Hans mat! Serious hai!”
Phir next day Dara aur Banke dono gate pe khade, dono muskura rahe the. Main darr gayi ki ab toh society mein badnaami ho jayegi.
Shaam ko Dara aaya, bola Banke ne promise kiya muh band rakhega, Vimla ko kuchh nahi bataya. Main nervous thi, usne hug kiya, kiss kiya, couch pe baithaya. Salwar-kurta mein thi, usne kurta utaar diya, bra bhi. Pehli baar poori topless uske saamne. Usne boobs pe itne nishaan bana diye, aaj bhi dikhte hain (cam pe dikha bhi diya).
Phir salwar ka naada khola. Maine roka. Usne compromise diya, ‘Jo kal shuru kiya tha khatam kar do’. Maine haan bol diya.
Usne lund nikala, thoda leak kar raha tha. Maine pakad ke hilane lagi. Right haath thak gaya toh left se. Das minute baad usne mera haath hataaya aur khud hilane laga. Last second mein mera chest target kiya aur… boobs pe jhad gaya.
Main gusse se chillayi, usne has ke dekha. Uthhi toh bhool gayi naada khula tha, salwar neeche gir gayi. Main sirf panty mein uske saamne khadi, meri gaand uske muh ke saamne.
Usne ek second dekha aur phir dono haath se gaand pakad ke kiss karne laga…
Call drop ho gaya. Mera lund pant mein tadap raha tha.
“FUCK! Usne…”
“Ruk, beech mein mat bol. Aur nahi… kuchh zyada extreme nahi hua. Woh bas khushi se kukda aur turant dono haath meri kamar pe panty ke upar rakh diya. Maine bola ‘Chhodo mujhe’ aur jhuk ke salwar uthane lagi. Jhukte hi meri gaand uske muh ke aur kareeb chali gayi. Jaise hi salwar upar kar rahi thi, usne peeche se haath daal ke panty ek jhatke mein neeche kheench di. Meri poori nangi gaand uske saamne aa gayi.”
“Aur?”
“Maine finally side hati, usko jhatka diya, panty-salwar tezi se upar kheench li aur bathroom mein bhaag gayi. Bahut sharmindagi hui. Ab yeh aadmi meri almost poori body nangi dekh chuka tha.”
Shack mein raat ke 12:45 baj rahe the. Laal bulb jal raha tha, daaru ki bottle aadhi khali, Banke ka lund pant mein hi khada tha sunte-sunte.
Dara andar aaya, shirt ke button khule, gardan aur seene pe naye laal nishaan, aankhon mein ek alag si chamak aur badi si shaitani hanshi.
Banke ne dheere se poocha: “Dada ji… aaj toh poora tamasha ho gaya lagta hai?”
Dara kursi pe dhamm se baitha, paani piya aur shuru ho gaya:
“Banke… tune promise kiya tha na, muh band rakhega? Vimla ko ek lafz nahi… aaj jo dekha maine, zindagi bhar yaad rahega.
Shaam ko gaya toh woh darwaze pe khadi thi, bilkul nervous. Maine bola ‘Banke ne promise kiya hai, kuchh nahi bolega’. Usne bas sar hila diya.
Hug kiya, kiss kiya, couch pe baithaya. Pink salwar-kurta mein thi. Kurta utara, bra utari… pehli baar poori topless. Phir wahi DD boobs pe attack… choosa, kaata, laal kar diya… nishaan abhi bhi honge uske mirror mein.
Phir salwar ka naada khola… woh sharma rahi thi. Maine zip kholi, lund bahar nikala… already leak kar raha tha. Usne pakad liya… right haath se hilaane lagi. Thak gayi toh left se. Das minute baad maine uska haath hataaya aur khud tezi se hilane laga… last second mein target kiya uska chest… aur poora maal uske boobs pe, gardan pe, pet pe… sab jagah jhad gaya!
Woh gusse se chillayi, ‘Daraaaa!’… main hans ke dekhta raha.
Uthi toh bhool gayi naada khula tha… salwar neeche gir gayi. Ekdum se sirf black panty mein khadi ho gayi… aur uski gaand… Banke, kya gaand hai yaar! Bilkul badi, gol, creamy… jaise do bade-bade doodh ke balls! Mere muh ke saamne thi.
Maine ek second dekha aur phir dono haath se pakad ke kiss karne laga… gaal pe, bich mein… usne bola ‘chhodo mujhe!’ aur jhuk ke salwar uthane lagi. Jhukte hi gaand aur upar uth gayi… aur kareeb aa gayi mere muh ke.
Jaise hi woh salwar upar kar rahi thi, maine peeche se haath daal ke panty ek jhatke mein neeche kheench diya… poori nangi gaand mere saamne! Bilkul fair, bilkul gol, ek bhi baal nahi… beech mein pink line… uff!
Usne chillaya, side hati, mujhe jhatka diya, tezi se panty-salwar upar kheenchi aur bathroom mein bhaag gayi. Bhaagte waqt uski gaand aise hil rahi thi… left-right, left-right… jaise koi porn movie chal rahi ho!
Banke… Vimla ki gaand toh jaise koi purana tyre hai… flat, kaali, jhulri wali. Aur yeh Menaka ki… bilkul fresh malai! Jab tak zinda hoon, woh scene aankhon se nahi jayega.”
Banke ab khud ko daba nahi pa raha tha… pant ke upar se hi lund ko zor-zor se ragad raha tha.
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(Call continues)
Main screen pe dekh raha tha, Menaka ki hickey wali boobs upar-neeche ho rahi thi.
“Tu yeh sab batate-batate poori geeli ho rahi hai na?”
Woh sharma ke sar hila di.
“Soch raha hoon asli mein kitni geeli hui hogi.”
“Itni nahi.” Usne sar hilaya.
“Haan-haan, bilkul!”
“Sach mein! Jab ho raha hota hai tab toh maza bhi aata hai physical intimacy ka, par guilt aur sharam bhi bahut hoti hai. Upar se Dara ka demanding nature handle karna padta hai. Shuru mein toh kitna gentle-respectful tha, ab din-ba-din besharam aur ghamandi ho gaya hai. Although…”
“Although kya?”
“Agar bilkul sach bolun… toh ek watchman ka mujhe apni sasti cheez ki tarah treat karna… usmein ek alag si gandi maza aa rahi hai. Yeh maza Dinesh jaise kisi classy bande ke saath shayad na aata.”
“Sun Menaka, funny baat hai… mujhe bhi wahi feel ho raha hai.”
“Matlab?”
Main thodi der socha.
“Jab yeh shuru hua tha tab tu sahi boli thi – theory mein cool tha, reality mein jalegi. Sahi tha. Par sirf ‘kisi aur ke saath’ se nahi jala. Mujhe zyada takleef iss baat se thi ki tu minimum-wage watchman ke saath kar rahi hai, hamare class ke bande ke saath nahi. Indian upper-class wala purana prejudice. Par jaise-jaise time gaya… wohi cheez ab sabse zyada turn-on ban gayi hai.”
“Kya? Tujhe meri yeh sab se maza aa raha hai?” Woh hairaan hui.
“Nahi jaanta exactly sexual pleasure hai ya nahi. Bas… yeh taboo element… yeh soch ke lund khada ho jata hai. Aaj hi ek ladki ke saath tha, poora time sirf tera aur Dara ka scene dimag mein chal raha tha.”
Menaka ne ajeeb sa muh banaya,
“Yeh… thoda weird hai. Main toh teri baat ko reluctantly accept karti hoon… tu toh full excited hai?”
“Pehle theoretical indifference tha. Ab jitna zyada sun raha hoon, utna hi lund khada ho raha hai.”
Woh mujhe ghoor ke dekhti rahi, phir boli,
“Pata nahi mujhe creepy lag raha hai ya thank you bolna chahiye.”
“Mujhe bhi nahi pata.”
Dono thodi der chup rahe.
“Toh ab itna aage badh gaya hai… agla step kya soch rahi hai?”
“Matlab?”
“Woh toh obviously aur push karega. Kitna aage jaayegi? Lund muh mein legi? Poora sex kar legi?”
Pehli baar Menaka sharmaayi nahi, bas soch mein pad gayi.
“Pata nahi. Mood toh bahut hai. Par morality, propriety, practicality… biwi hoon, maa hoon. Easy decision nahi hai.”
“Hmm… aise soch: agar tu single hoti, koi baccha nahi, same situation… kitna aage jaati?”
Woh kandhe uchaal ke boli,
“Shayad zyada. Abhi tak toh maine socha bhi nahi tha ki sex itna intense pleasure de sakta hai.”
“Gee thanks!” Maine mazaak mein bola.
“Nahi-nahi-nahi!” Woh ghabra gayi. “Tere saath bhi bahut mazaa aata hai, tu best hai. Bas… meri horizon badal gayi hai, mujhe pata hi nahi tha yeh sab exist karta hai. Hamare family aur society mein ladkiyon ki sexuality ko hamesha daba ke rakha jata hai.”
“Sahi boli.”
“Toh consequences na hote toh pata nahi kitna aage nikal jaati. Par consequences hain.”
“Hmm.”
“Toh jawab yeh hai – mujhe nahi pata. Abhi tak convinced hoon ki aur aage nahi jaungi. Par pehle bhi yahi convinced thi jo limits cross kar chuki hoon.”
“Que sera sera.”
“Exactly.”
“Bas itna kehna hai – cautious rehna.”
“Obviously.” Woh boli. “Waise ab sona hai mujhe.”
“Ruk!” Maine roka. “Kal Honolulu se nikal rahe hain. Philippines tak reliable Skype nahi milega. Double shifts bhi hain. Almost ek hafte tak sirf occasional email update hoga.”
“Okay.”
“Toh promise kar… har roz ek detailed email likhegi, bilkul jaise pichhla wala.”
“Pakka promise.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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