03-12-2025, 05:14 PM
Agla ek-do din main port ka kaam aur Manila mein Lucy ke saath ek raat guzarne mein busy raha. Menaka se baat nahi ho payi. Par dimag mein bas wahi chal raha tha. Ek watchman ke saath itna kuchh ho gaya tha, upar se Banke ko bhi tease kar diya. Aur mujhe lag raha tha ki Banke wala game sirf Dara ko jalane ke liye nahi tha. Banke jawan, strong, lambaa… Dara ka bilkul opposite. Physical attraction mein Menaka ka dil uski taraf bhi zaroor jhuk raha hoga.
Aur sabse badi tension – 10-12 din baad main ek mahine ki shore leave pe ghar aa raha tha. Ab tak “pati door hai” ke excuse se sab chal raha tha. Mere saamne yeh sab kaise hoga? Main include ho jaun? Ya Menaka band kar degi? Ya main cuckold ban ke sab dekhunga? Bahut saare sawal.
Phir agle din Manila se wapas cabin mein aaya toh Menaka ka ek bahut lamba mail pada tha.
Dearest Prakash,
Pichhle do din se Skype aur call try kiya par tu busy tha. Bahut kuchh ho gaya. Tu jaanta hai, jab baat complicated ya sharmindagi wali hoti hai toh email mein hi likh paati hoon. Bolte waqt sharma jaati hoon.
Jis din maine Banke ko ladder pe panty dikhaayi aur usne feel kiya, uske agle din kuchh nahi hua. Thoda brake lagaya tha, risk bahut bada tha aur Dara ke saath bhi dekhna tha kya hota hai. Socha Banke ne Dara ko bataya hoga ya nahi. Ghar se zyada nahi nikli.
Par agle din sab badal gaya.
Subah Ayan ko bus tak chhodne gayi toh Dara gate pe gusse mein khada tha. Socha jealousy kaam kar gayi. Paas se guzri toh dheeme se bola, “Baad mein baat karni hai.”
Maine ignore kiya. Wapas aayi toh Dara ab bhi wahi, haath kamar pe. Paas mein Banke khada, muh latka hua, gaal pe nishaan.
“Memsaab, baat karni hai,” Dara ne gusse se bola.
“Mujhe kaam hai,” maine attitude se bola.
“ABHI!!” usne zor se bola aur Banke ka kaan pakad ke zor se nochaa.
“Theek hai, kya hai?”
“Yahan nahi,” woh palta aur shack ki taraf chala gaya.
Hum dono peeche-peeche. Shack ke andar ghusi toh hairaan – itna chhota sa 10×8 ka kamra, do patle gande mattress, box, bartan. Kaise rehte honge dono?
“Kya hai? Time nahi hai mere paas,” maine haath baandh ke bola.
Dara ne darwaza band kiya, kulfi lagayi, paas aaya aur bola,
“Banke aur tumhare beech kya chal raha hai?”
Banke zameen ki taraf dekh raha tha.
“Matlab?” maine anjaan banne ki koshish ki.
“Hum ladte hain toh tum is haramzaade se chut marwa rahi ho?”
“DARA!!” main chillayi. “Aise baat nahi karoge tum mujhse.”
“Bas jawab do.”
Main chup. Dara aur Banke ko ghoor rahi thi.
“Usne kya bataya?”
“Kuchh nahi. Isliye thoda pit bhi diya,” Dara bola.
Tab samajh aaya gaal pe nishaan kyun.
“Toh phir?”
“Dekho kya mila iske phone mein.”
Usne Nokia nikala, screen khola aur mere saamne kiya.
Main shock ho gayi – ladder wale din ka upskirt photo, meri nangi taangein aur laal panty. Do aur photos bhi.
“Friend ne bheja hai bolta hai. Par itne din teri iss gaand ke beech mein raha hoon, pehchaan gaya. Teri hai na?”
“Yeh… yeh main nahi hoon,” maine jhooth bola.
“Sach mein?” woh hasa.
“Main ja rahi hoon,” main palti, darwaza kholne hi wali thi ki Dara ne baah pakad ke kheench liya.
“Nahi hai tu randi?” ek haath kandhe pe, doosra kurta ke andar.
“Dara kya kar rahe ho?” main chhudane lagi.
Banke ne ek kadam aage badhaya toh Dara chillaya, “Hila mat warna aur maar khaayega.”
Main lad rahi thi par uski taakat ke aage kuchh nahi. Usne salwar ka naada khol diya.
“Dara chhod do!”
“Theek hai,” usne chhod diya.
Main zor se dhakka de rahi thi, achanak gir gayi. Salwar pairon mein latak gaya. Ghutno aur haathon ke bal giri. Dara ne peeche se kameez upar uthayi, ek pair meri peeth pe rakh diya. Blue panty mein gaand dono ke saamne.
“Ab matching karte hain.”
“Dara!” main chillayi, par shack piche ki taraf tha, kisi ne nahi suna.
Uthne ki koshish ki, uska pair zor se dabaaya, muh bhi zameen pe. Phone ek haath mein, photo dekh raha tha.
“Gol taangein… perfect match. Yeh gaand ka curve… same,” usne taangein aur gaand pe haath ferte hue bola.
“Please chhod do,” main rone lagi.
“Ab kya sharma rahi ho memsaab? Tumhe toh yahi pasand hai na, garibon ko dikha-dikha ke tadpana. Aur yahan toh apne hi log hain.”
“Dara suno… DARAAA!!”
Main chillayi kyunki usne panty andar se kheench ke neeche kar di. Poori nangi gaand aur chut Banke ke saamne. Banke ki aankhen nikal aayi.
“Problem kya hai? Hum dono ne toh pehle bhi dekhi hai,” usne zor se do thappad maare.
“Usne nahi dekhi,” main ro rahi thi.
“Ab bhi jhooth?” ek aur zor ka thappad.
“OUCH!! Nahi jhooth nahi. Usne sirf photo tak dekhi hai.”
Dara ne Banke ki taraf dekha, woh sar hilaaya.
“Sharm ki baat hai. Par tu toh har kadam pe mehnat karwati hai.”
Ek aur thappad. Gaand jal rahi thi.
“Main toh mehnat kar chuka hoon, iss gharwali se randi banaya hai. Tu last minute aake maze nahi le sakta Banke. Maine sab detail bataye the maza lene ko, tere liye nahi ki tu meri conquest cheen le.”
Main chup sun rahi thi. Sharmindagi aur garami dono saath mein. Kuchh bol nahi payi. Waise hi ghutno pe rahi, gaand aur chut dono ke saamne.
“Sorry bhaiyya,” Banke bola. “Tum jaante ho main kitna respect karta hoon. Vimla ke saath bhi sirf permission se. Memsaab ne khud phasaya.”
“Detail mein.”
Dara ne chut pe haath rakh ke ragadne laga. Banke ne sab sach bata diya – change dekhna, ladder, bra nahi, feel karna. Main dhyan nahi de rahi thi kyunki Dara clit pe ungli chala raha tha. Kai din se touch nahi mila tha, body tadap rahi thi. Saans tez, gaand khud hilne lagi.
“Sach hai?” Banke khatam karne ke baad Dara ne poochha.
“MAT ROKO!” main zor se chillayi. Orgasm aane wala tha, usne haath hata liya.
“Sach hai?” zor se thappad.
Maine khud ungli lagane ki koshish ki, usne pakad liya.
“Please… finish kar do…”
“Itni jaldi nahi. Agar sach hai toh saza milegi, reward nahi.”
Main haari, saans chhod di.
“Haan.”
Dara mere saamne aaya, ghutno pe baitha, chin upar uthayi.
“Aur yeh sab Dara ko jealous karne ke liye?”
Main chup, nazar neeche – jawab de diya.
“Banke jaise garib ko pawn banane mein sharam nahi aayi?”
Hypocrisy ki hadd, main bhi gusse mein uske saamne ghutno pe seedhi hui,
“Aur tumhe Vimla ko pawn banane mein sharam nahi?”
“Vimla pawn nahi. Hum dono ko pasand hain ek-doosre ko. Tumse pehle se chal raha hai,” usne bilkul aankh nahi jhapkai. “Jealous tum ho usse.”
“Mujhe koi jealousy nahi.”
“Jo bhi ho, Vimla aur mera relation hai. Tum aur main? Tum toh mujhe naukar samajhti ho. Sirf apni marzi chalati ho. Main bhi insaan hoon, feelings hain.”
“Toh sirf isliye ki maine sex nahi diya?”
“Nahi! Sex chahiye zaroor, par respect bhi karta hoon. Force nahi karunga. Par baaki sab bhi sirf tum decide karti ho. Vimla ke saath barabari hai. Tum memsaab ban ke mujhe ehsaan karti ho.”
Main shock ho gayi. Sach mein main usko use kar rahi thi. Main hi asli mind games khel rahi thi.
“Okay,” main kandhe jhuka ke boli.
“Okay matlab?”
“Hum relationship mein hain. Tumhe barabar ka darja doongi.”
“Toh hum relationship mein hain?” usne eyebrows uthayi.
“Haan.”
“Kaisa relationship?”
“Lovers.”
“Acha!” usne kheencha aur kiss kiya.
Do minute naram kiss, gaand pe haath, lund pant ke andar se chut pe ragad raha tha. Phir kurta utaarne laga. Main bhi madhosh, haath upar kar diya. Bhool gayi kahan hoon, kiske saath, Banke dekh raha hai. Sirf bra mein uske baahon mein.
Phir usne kiss toda,
“Memsaab… darling… mujhe aur apne dost ko chai pila dogi?”
“Kya?”
“Please darling, lover aur uske dost ko chai.”
“Yahan?”
“Haan, hot plate hai, sab kuchh hai.”
“Okay…” main confused.
Panty pehnne lagi toh bola,
“Aise hi. Bas bra mein. Apni lover ki body dekhna chahta hoon.”
Sharma ke “okay” bola.
Corner mein baithi, squat kiya, chai banane lagi. Dono mattress pe baithe has rahe the.
“Gaand kitni mast latak rahi hai zameen se ek inch upar,” Dara bola.
“Bahut mast,” Banke.
“Bra utaarne ko bolta, par bra mein hi alag mazaa hai, itne bade boobs ke saath.”
Das minute tak chai banti rahi, dono gande-gande comments karte rahe.
Chai bana ke do glass mein daal ke di.
“Tum nahi piyogi?”
“Nahi abhi pi chuki.”
“Toh yahan baitho,” usne side mein jagah di.
Main pair mod ke baithi, triangle chhupane ki koshish.
“Chut chhupa rahi hai,” Banke bola, dono hasne lage.
Chai peete rahe.
“Waise chut ki baat hi kar rahe the, ab hum lovers hain, custom respect karogi na?” usne 100 ka note nikala.
“Thik hai,” maine haath aage kiya.
“Nahi aise nahi,” usne note gol kiya. “Custom hai, lover chut mein daalta hai.”
Main saans roop ke taangein kholi. Dara ne dheeme se note chut mein ghusa diya. Geeli thi, aaram se chala gaya. Ajeeb feel hua, par chut khush thi kuchh toh andar gaya.
20 second tak aise hi baithi – sirf bra mein, taangein khuli, chut mein 100 ka note, Banke ghoor raha tha.
Tabhi darwaze pe zor ki khatkhat.
“WATCHMAN! WATCHMAN!”
Dara ne darwaza khola, main kapdon ki taraf daudne wali thi par woh tez tha. Darwaza aadha khola.
“Furniture unload karna hai, aa jao.”
“Ji saab. Banke jaao, main stove band karke aata hoon.”
Banke daud gaya. Dara ne darwaza band kiya, palta,
“Itne din main tumhare ghar tumhare rules se raha. Ab barabari hai, aaj tum yahan mere rules se rahogi.”
“Okay. Kya rules?”
“Jab tak wapas nahi aata, sirf bra mein rahogi.”
“Ok.”
“Promise?”
“Promise. Jaldi aana.”
Dara chala gaya, bahar se kulfi laga di.
Main gande mattress pe baithi. Thodi der mein ungli chut pe, khud jhad gayi – thoda unsatisfying.
Phir socha – Dara bilkul sahi bol raha tha. Aur haan, woh mera lover ban chuka tha. Tujh jaisa nahi, par kuchh toh feelings hain. Hope tu samajh raha hai.
Phir time pass ke liye shack saaf karne lagi – kapde fold kiye, kachra uthaya, safai ki – sirf bra mein. Dara ki personal almost-nangi maid ban gayi thi. Aur mujhe bura nahi lag raha tha.
20 minute baad Dara akela wapas aaya. Main ghutno pe thi, bedding seedha kar rahi thi.
“Word nibhaaya, khush hua,” usne chut ghoor te hue bola.
Main sharma ke baith gayi, haath se cover kiya.
Woh paas aaya, ghutna tek ke kiss kiya. Maine uska sir pakad ke kiss kiya. Usne gaand pe haath phera, ass crack mein ungli.
“Shack saaf kiya, thank you. Usually Vimla karti hai.”
“Time pass kar rahi thi,” main sharma gayi – woh mujhe maid ke barabar bata raha tha.
Dara khada hua aur bola,
“Maine Banke ko gate pe duty laga diya hai. Ab poori privacy hai.”
Phir usne pant utaar di.
Main wahi gande shack mein ghutno pe baithi thi, sirf bra mein.
Uske underwear se uska adha-khada lund bahar jhool gaya aur mere muh ke saamne aa gaya.
Maine apne-aap right hand se usko pakad liya.
“Phir se muh mein le lo memsaab darling,” usne mere baal sehlaya.
Maine muh khola aur poora andar le liya.
“Balls se khelo,” usne gaal pe dheere se thapki di (mere gaal lund se phoole hue the).
Ek haath se uske balls dabane lagi, muh se wahi technique jo usne sikhayi thi – poora andar, bahar, jeebh se chaatna, hoth se ragadna.
Bahut jaldi woh jhadne ke paas pahunch gaya, tabhi usne zor se bola,
“Ruk!”
Aur mera muh peeche dhakela.
Main peeth ke bal mattress pe gir gayi.
Woh turant ghutno pe baitha, mere ghutne pakde, dono taraf khol diye.
Uska khada lund chut se sirf kuchh inch door.
Ek second ke liye chut ne chillaya “Andar daal do!”
Phir jo thodi si sharam bachi thi woh wapas aayi.
“Naaaaaaa!” maine haath se chut cover kar di.
“Pata hai,” usne muskura ke sar hilaya. “Trust me.”
Dimag mein panic. Sirf bra mein, peeth ke bal, taangein khuli, ek thrust door penetration se.
“Kya kar rahe ho?” meri awaaz kamp rahi thi.
“Lovers hain na hum? Trust karo mujhpe.”
“Trust kis baat ka?”
“Bas… haath hatao.”
“Par…”
“HATAO!!” usne strictly bola.
Mera haath apne-aap hat gaya. Pata nahi trust se ya chut ki pyaas se.
Chut poori khuli, uska lund bilkul paas.
Usne dheere se kamar aage badhayi… main saans rok ke penetration ke liye tayyar hui.
Par lund andar nahi gaya, seedha chut ke upar se fisal gaya.
“Mmmmm!!” clit pe topi lagi toh meri cheekh nikal gayi.
Phir peeche kheench ke phir se upar se ragda.
Poore badan mein current daud gaya.
“Main force nahi karunga jab tak tum ready na ho,” woh bola aur lund ko chut ke upar hi ragadne laga.
Ajeeb sa feeling – mota garam lund chut ke bilkul paas, labia aur clit pe ragad raha, andar nahi ja raha.
Shayad tempt kar raha tha, par maine control rakha. Bas aankhen band kar mazaa liya.
Kuchh second baad usne dono taangein band kar di.
Lund meri jaanghon ke beech phans gaya, bahut saara precum se geela ho gaya.
Phir usne hips aage-peeche karne shuru kar diye.
Tab samajh aaya – actual sex nahi kar raha, jaanghon ko chut samajh ke chod raha tha.
Har dhakke mein lund clit pe bhi ragad raha tha.
Aur uske balls meri gaand pe thap-thap kar rahe the.
Mere pair uske left kandhe pe rakh diye, woh jhuk ke kiss karne laga.
Main bhi kiss kar rahi thi, yeh naya mazaa bahut wild tha.
Par zyada der nahi chala. Muh ka maza usko already edge pe le aaya tha.
Do minute mein hi uski saansein tez, kiss karte-karte uska paani poore pet pe aur bra ke neeche hisse pe gir gaya.
Dara ne bina penetration ke mujhe chod diya tha.
Jab khatam hua toh zor se kiss kiya, phir neeche khisak gaya.
Taangein kholi aur muh chut pe rakh diya.
Jeebh se clit chaata toh “Mmmmmmmmm!” nikal gaya.
“Yeh theek hai na?” usne poochha.
Maine bas sar hilaya aur let gayi. Uska paani mere pet pe sookh raha tha, woh chut chaat raha tha.
Kuchh hi minute mein ek zor ka orgasm aa gaya.
Uske baad ghanto tak wahi mattress pe cuddle kiya, kiss kiya, oral kiya.
Bra poori tarah nahi utaari, par boobs khoob masle.
Ek baar Banke ko andar bulaya aur uske saamne kiya, ab audience ke aadat si ho gayi thi.
Ek baar toh mann kiya Banke ko bhi bula lun par lover ke pair pe nahi padna tha.
Shaam hone tak kai baar ek-doosre ko jhadwaya. Phir kapde pehne, Ayan ko liya aur ghar aayi.
Poori shaam aur raat sochti rahi – subah se dopahar tak watchman ke jhopde mein almost nangi, ek ke saath sab, doosra dekh raha.
Dara ne jo quasi-sex kiya, woh baar-baar yaad aa raha tha. Barah-chaudah orgasm diye usne.
Raat ko Ayan ko sula ke bedroom mein aayi toh bilkul garam thi.
Poori nangi bed pe let ke teen-chaar baar ungli se jhad gayi. Par maza nahi aaya, aur bhookh badh gayi.
Pata tha kal Dara ke saath poori raat hogi, par intezaar nahi ho raha tha.
Midnight ke baad control nahi hua. Phone uthaya aur call kiya.
Ghanti bajti rahi, uthaya nahi. Do baar try kiya. Phir balcony pe gayi – gate pe sirf Banke dikha.
Phir shak hua. Ayan ko check kiya, gehri neend mein tha. Chupke se flat se nikli aur roof pe chali gayi.
Darwaza andar se lock tha. Dil mein chubha – Vimla ke saath hoga.
Dheere se knock kiya, koi jawab nahi. Gusse aur jealousy mein wapas aa gayi.
Subah Ayan ko bus tak chhod ke wapas aayi toh Dara gate pe mila. Mere peeche-peeche flat mein ghus aaya.
“Kal raat roof ka darwaza tune knock kiya tha?” mujhe hug kiya aur poochha.
“Haan,” main muh banaya.
“Kyun?”
Shrug kiya.
“Vimla ke liye jealousy control karo,” usne gaal pe thapki di.
“Jealousy nahi hai Dara,” maine seriously bola. “Kal jaisa poora din tere saath bitaya, phir raat ko kisi aur ke saath… feel hota hai unwanted.”
“Awww meri jaan,” usne hug kiya. “Tere saath hi rehna chahta hoon raat ko. Par Ayan hai na. Nanga zameen pe lund muh mein liye baithi hogi aur woh uth ke roye toh?”
Point tha. Phir bhi nahi jaanti kyun muh se nikal gaya,
“Kal raat Ayan ghar pe nahi hoga.”
“Sach mein?” uski aankhen chamak gayi.
“Rahil ke ghar sleepover pe jaayega.”
“Toh kal raat memsaab night hai, Vimla night nahi,” usne kiss kiya.
Phir dono ne ek-doosre ko oral pleasure diya, woh chala gaya.
Uske jaate hi maine Rahil ki mummy ko phone kiya aur jhoothi sleepover story bana di – Poona jaana hai, Ayan ko ek raat rakh lo. Woh maan gayi.
Toh ab yeh hai situation.
Dara se jhagda tha, ab itni craving ho gayi ki jhoothi sleepover plan kar diya.
Kal raat main akeli hongi aur Dara poori raat mere saath.
Kya lagta hai – bahut door nahi nikal gaya sab? Band kar dun? Jaldi call karna.
Love
Menaka
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Menaka ki jealousy ka asli seed bahut pehle pad chuka tha… us raat se jis raat usne pehli baar Dara ko Vimla ke saath roof pe dekha tha.
Us raat ke pehle, Dara sirf ek “watchman” tha – thoda sa naughty, thoda sa bold, par bas ek lower-class aadmi jo memsaab ko thoda tadpa raha tha.
Par jab Menaka ne andhere mein Vimla ki cheekhein suni, “Dara… aur zor se… phaad do…” aur phir khud jaake chhup ke dekha – Dara ka nanga badan Vimla ke upar, uska mota lund andar-bahar, Vimla ki taangein uske kamar pe lapeti hui – tab kuchh toot gaya andar.
Pehli baar Menaka ko laga:
“Yeh aadmi kisi aur aurat ko itna intense pleasure de sakta hai…?”
Tab se ek chhota sa darr baith gaya tha –
“Main sirf ek rich bored housewife hoon………….… par Vimla uski real lover hai.”
Phir phir dheere-dheere yeh darr jealousy mein badalne laga:
Jab Dara usko “memsaab” bolta, toh Vimla ko “jaanu”, “baby” bolta tha (Menaka ne suna tha roof se).
Vimla ke saath woh openly compound mein haath pakad ke ghoomta, Menaka ke saath sirf chhup-chhup.
Vimla ke liye woh raat bhar chodta rehta tha, Menaka ke saath sirf jaldi-jaldi 15-20 minute.
Sabse badi baat – Vimla uski barabari wali thi. Uske saath woh ganda bhi bolta, pyar bhi karta, openly possessiveness dikhaata. Menaka ke saath hamesha thoda sa dar ke, thoda sa respect ke, thoda sa naukar-wala feel.
Toh jealousy ke teen layers the:
Sexual layer: “Vimla ko woh poora lund de raha hai, mujhe sirf taste.”
Emotional layer: “Vimla ke saath uska real connection hai, main toh bas fantasy hoon.”
Class layer: “Vimla uski level ki, uski duniya ki hai… main toh upar ki memsaab hoon jo kabhi poori tarah uski nahi ban paungi.”
Isliye jab bhi Dara Vimla ka naam leta, ya roof pe jaata, ya uski taraf ishara karta – Menaka ke andar ek tez jalan uthhti thi, jaise koi cheez jo uska hone wala tha, koi chheen raha ho.
Aur yeh jalan itni strong thi ki:
Usne Banke ko tease kiya (badla lene ke liye)
Choot-dikhayi ke paise pheke (kyunki Vimla ke saath shayad yeh sab normal tha)
Sleepover ka jhooth bola (taaki ek raat ke liye bhi woh Dara ko Vimla se chheen sake)
Asal mein Menaka ko Vimla se dar nahi tha… usko dar tha ki kahin Dara ko Vimla mein woh sab na mil jaaye jo Menaka khud kabhi poora de nahi paayegi –
ek barabari wala, bina sharam-bhaav ka, poora wild aur real relationship.
Yeh jealousy sirf sex ki nahi thi… yeh dil ki bhi thi.
Pehli baar Menaka ko laga tha ki woh Dara ko “kho” sakti hai.
Aur woh feeling usko andar se kha rahi thi.
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Dara ke andar Menaka ke liye jo bhavna thi, woh bilkul saaf thi – woh uske liye ek trophy thi, ek prize jo usne apne zindagi mein kabhi socha bhi nahi tha.
Dara ka asli mindset
Class conquest ki bhookh
Vimla uski level ki thi, sadharan sa face, bilkul patli, chhote boobs, gaand bhi loose pad chuki thi.
Woh uske liye “ghar ki murgi” thi – roz mil jaati thi, koi challenge nahi tha.
Par Menaka?
Gori, lambi, toned body, bade bade boobs, perfect round gaand, rich, educated, memsaab – yeh woh aurat thi jiske baare mein Dara ne sirf blue film mein dekha tha.
Uske liye Menaka ko haath lagaana matlab apne aap ko prove karna tha:
“Dekho, main sadharan gurkha, par memsaab ko apna bana liya.”
Ego aur power ka nasha
Har baar jab Menaka uske saamne sharmaati, jhukti, lund muh mein leti, ya “please” bolti – Dara ke andar ek alag hi current daudta tha.
Vimla ke saath woh barabar ka tha, par Menaka ke saath woh malik ban jata tha.
Woh jaanta tha ki yeh high-class aurat uske ek ishaare pe nangi ho jaati hai – yeh feeling Vimla ke saath kabhi nahi aati thi.
Sexual obsession
Vimla ke saath sex routine ho chuka tha – 10-15 minute mein nipat jaata tha.
Par Menaka ke saath har baar naya challenge tha:
Aaj bra tak pahuncha,
kal panty utaar di,
parso chut mein ungli daal di,
aaj thighs ke beech daal ke ragda.
Har kadam ek jeet thi.
Aur har jeet ke baad uska lund aur bhookha ho jaata tha.
Vimla ko side-line karne ki wajah
Dara ne khud se kabhi nahi kaha “Vimla ugly hai”, par uske dimag mein woh image clear thi
Vimla = safe, easy, no excitement
Menaka = dangerous, risky, lekin har pal current lagta hai
Isliye jab bhi mauka milta, woh Vimla ko “baad mein” bol ke taal deta tha.
Dara ka secret fantasy
Uske dimag ke andar ek chhota sa scene roz chalta tha:
Menaka poori nangi, uske jhopde mein, uske bistar pe, uske naam ki cheekhein nikaalti hui… aur woh usko chodta rehta – ghanto, raat bhar.
Woh sochta tha: “Ek baar yeh poori tarah se haath aa jaaye, Vimla ko toh bilkul bhool jaunga.”
Toh Dara ke dil mein Menaka ke liye kya tha?
Pyar? Thoda sa bhi nahi.
Lust? 100%
Possession? Bilkul – woh Menaka ko apni “conquest” maanta tha.
Ego trip? Sabse bada wala.
Uske liye Menaka ek trophy wife thi jo usne jeeti thi –
aur trophy ko ghar ke mandir mein rakha jaata hai, roz pooja ki jaati hai…
Vimla toh bas ghar ka purana sofa thi – baithne ke kaam aata tha, par nayi cheez ki chamak kahan?
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Menaka ki Dara ke saath obsession ka poora dissection
Yeh obsession ek din mein nahi bani. Yeh ek slow, deep, dangerous spiral thi jo har boundary cross karne ke saath aur gehra hota gaya.
Phase 1 – Curiosity → Forbidden thrill
Starting point: “Ek sadharan watchman mujhe itna control kar sakta hai?”
Us raat roof pe Dara-Vimla ko dekhne ke baad Menaka ke andar ek chhota sa current daud gaya:
“Main bhi woh wildness feel kar sakti hoon… bas ek baar try kar ke dekhti hoon.”
Tab tak yeh sirf game tha – “Main control mein hoon, kabhi bhi band kar sakti hoon.”
Phase 2 – Shame + Pleasure = Addiction
Jab pehli baar Dara ne usko touch kiya, panty ke upar se rub kiya, aur Menaka jhad gayi – tab ek chemical reaction shuru hua:
Shame (yeh main kya kar rahi hoon ek gurkhe ke saath?)
Intense pleasure (itna zor ka orgasm Prakash ne bhi kabhi nahi diya)
Dono saath mein aane lage.
Shame ne pleasure ko aur strong bana diya – jaise ek drug.
Phase 3 – Identity shift
Har boundary cross karne ke saath Menaka ka self-image badalne laga:
Pehle: “Main ek decent, faithful, upper-class wife hoon.”
Baad mein: “Main ek aurat hoon jo apni wildest fantasies jee rahi hoon.”
Dara uska mirror ban gaya – woh jo usmein dekhta tha (garam, besharam, submissive memsaab), Menaka khud bhi waise hi dekhne lagi.
Phase 4 – Emotional vacuum
Prakash bahut door tha. Emotional intimacy zero.
Dara ne us vacuum ko bhar diya –
Har din praise (“memsaab kitni gori ho, kitni tight ho”)
Possessiveness (“tum meri ho”)
Attention (24 ghante uski body pe nazar)
Menaka ko laga ki woh finally “desired” feel kar rahi hai – woh feeling Prakash se bhi itne din se miss thi.
Phase 5 – Obsession ke lakshan (ab bilkul clear)
Constant mental replay – din mein 50 baar Dara ke lund ka shape, uski awaaz, uski smell yaad aati thi.
Body clock change – jaise hi Ayan bus mein baithta, chut apne-aap geeli hone lagti thi.
Risk appetite badh gaya – shack mein nangi rehna, balcony pe tease karna, sleepover ka jhooth.
Withdrawal symptoms – jab Dara 2-3 din ignore karta tha, Menaka literally physically restless ho jaati thi, neend nahi aati thi.
Future fantasy – raat ko let ke sochti thi: “Ek baar poora andar le lungi toh shayad yeh bhookh khatam ho jaayegi” (classic addict thinking).
Phase 6 – The deepest layer
Asal mein Menaka Dara se pyar nahi kar rahi thi.
Woh khud ke us version se pyar kar chuki thi jo Dara ke saamne aati thi –
ek aurat jo bilkul free thi, bilkul besharam, bilkul desired, bilkul alive.
Dara uska drug tha,
aur har dose ke saath woh khud ko aur zyada khoj rahi thi –
aur kho bhi rahi thi.
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### Menaka ki Vimla se jealousy ka sach – dil ke andar ka zeher
Yeh jealousy sirf “Dara kisi aur ke saath hai” wali nahi thi.
Yeh bahut gehri, bahut multilayered aur bahut sharmnaak thi.
| Layer of Jealousy | Menaka ke dil mein kya chal raha tha | Sabse bada dard kya tha? |
|----------------------------------|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
| 1. Sexual jealousy | “Vimla ko woh poora lund milta hai… roz raat bhar.
Main sirf taste karti hoon, fingers ya thighs ke beech.” |
Ki uski chut ko woh sukhoon milta hai jo meri abhi tak nahi mila. |
| 2. Emotional jealousy | “Vimla ke saath woh hassta hai, openly haath pakadta hai, ‘baby’ bolta hai. Mere saath sirf chhup-chhup ‘memsaab’.” | Ki woh uski real lover hai, main sirf secret slut. |
| 3. Class jealousy | “Vimla uski level ki, uski language, uski duniya ki hai. Woh uske barabar baith sakti hai. Main hamesha ‘upar wali’ rahungi.” | Ki Vimla usko poora apna bana sakti hai, main kabhi nahi – mere paas paise hain, par uski asli zindagi nahi. |
| 4. Freedom jealousy | “Vimla ko sharam nahi lagti. Woh roof pe nangi cheekhein nikaal sakti hai. Main hamesha dar ke rehti hoon koi dekh na le.” | Ki Vimla fully free hai, main hamesha half-free. |
| 5. Body jealousy (secret) | “Vimla ki body loose hai, chhote boobs, dark skin… phir bhi Dara usko itna wild chodta hai. Meri itni perfect body ke baad bhi woh mujhe poora nahi deta.” | Ki meri high-class beauty bhi uske liye kaafi nahi hai. |
| 6. Time jealousy | “Raat ko woh Vimla ke paas sota hai, subah uth ke usi ke saath chai peeta hoga. Main sirf din ke kuchh ghante.” | Ki Vimla ke paas uska 24×7 hai, mere paas sirf stolen moments. |
| 7. Future jealousy (sabse khatarnak) | “Ek din Dara thak jaayega mere drama se aur wapas Vimla ke paas poora settle ho jaayega. Woh uski biwi ban jaayegi.” | Ki main hamesha temporary rahungi, Vimla permanent ban jaayegi. |
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### Sabse bada dard (jo Menaka khud se kabhi nahi maanti)
“Vimla ne Dara ko kuchh diya hi nahi – na paise, na status, na perfect figure…
phir bhi woh uski pehli pasand hai.
Main apni saari sharam, apni izzat, apna sab kuchh daav pe laga rahi hoon…
phir bhi main doosre number pe hoon.”
Yeh feeling itni takleefdeh thi ki Menaka raat ko akeli let ke ro deti thi –
na Dara ko bata sakti thi, na Prakash ko, na khud se maanna chahti thi.
Isliye har baar jab Dara Vimla ka naam leta,
Menaka ke andar ek chhoti si awaaz chillati thi:
“Main usse har cheez mein better hoon…
phir bhi woh usko chunta hai…
kya kami hai mujhme?”
Aur usi kami ko poora karne ke chakkar mein woh aur neeche girti ja rahi thi –
shack mein nangi chai banati,
sleepover ka jhooth bolti,
100 ka note chut mein lagwati…
Sab kuchh sirf isliye ki ek din Dara usko Vimla se zyada pasand kare.
Yeh jealousy pyar nahi thi.
Yeh ek aurat ka apni khud ki value ko prove karne ka pagalpan tha.
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### Dara ka Vimla ke baare mein sachcha nazariya (bilkul crude, bilkul real)
Dara ke dimag mein Vimla ka position ekdum clear tha. Woh uske liye kabhi heroine nahi rahi – sirf ek convenient, reliable “utility” thi.
| Category | Dara ke dimag mein Vimla ka image | Uske liye Vimla ka matlab |
|-------------------------|---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
| Looks & Body | “Thodi kaali, bilkul patli, chhote boobs, gaand bhi dheeli pad gayi” | Koi attraction nahi, sirf habit |
| Sex | “Geeli chut, 10 minute mein kaam ho jaata hai, koi drama nahi” | Quick release valve – jaise cigarette peena |
| Emotional bond | “Apni jaat ki hai, baat samajh mein aati hai, gussa bhi jaldi thanda ho jaata hai” | Comfort zone, zero effort relationship |
| Status | “Maid hai building ki, koi izzat nahi, koi dar nahi” | Zero risk – woh kabhi usko threaten nahi kar sakti |
| Availability | “Raat ko roof pe aa jaati hai, subah kitchen mein chai ke bahane haath laga leti hai” | 24×7 on-call pussy |
| Comparison with Menaka | “Vimla = kaam chalau.
Menaka = dekhne mein mazaa, istemaal karne mein alag nasha” |
Vimla = need, Menaka = greed |
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### Dara ke private thoughts about Vimla (woh jo woh kabhi zubaan pe nahi laata)
1. “Iski chut toh ab loose ho gayi hai, par kaam chal jaati hai jab memsaab nakhre karti hai.”
2. “Yeh kabhi muh nahi latkaati, jo bol do kar leti hai – memsaab toh har cheez ke liye ladti hai.”
3. “Iska muh mein lena bhi boring ho gaya, bas chut mein daal ke 10 dhakke maar ke so jaata hoon.”
4. “Agar memsaab poori tarah haath aa gayi toh isko ek mahine mein bhool jaunga.”
5. “Yeh meri biwi banne layak bhi nahi – sirf time-pass ke liye theek hai.”
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### Dara ka cruel calculation (bilkul sachcha)
- Vimla ko kabhi seriously liya hi nahi.
- Uske saath jo bhi tha sirf “body ki bhookh” aur “routine” tha.
- Menaka ke aate hi Vimla automatically “second-class” ban gayi.
- Ab Vimla ko sirf tab yaad aati thi jab:
- Menaka ignore kar rahi ho
- Lund khada ho aur jaldi release chahiye
- Ya jealousy dilaane ke liye weapon chahiye
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### Ek chhota sa scene jo Dara ke dimag mein roz chalta tha
Vimla uske upar leti hai, chut mein lund daal ke dhakke kha rahi hai…
Dara aankhen band karta hai aur Menaka ki gori jaanghein, bade boobs, tight gaand yaad karta hai…
aur phir jaldi se jhad ke side ho jaata hai.
Vimla ke liye uske dil mein pyar nahi, shukriya bhi nahi – sirf ek thanda sa “kaam chal jaati hai” tha.
Menaka trophy thi.
Vimla sirf spare tyre.
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### Dara ke nazar mein Menaka kaun thi? (bilkul uski zubaan aur dimag ki bhaasha mein)
| Category | Dara ka exact thought (jo woh khud se bolta hai) | Translation (crude & real) |
|-------------------------|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
| Physical appearance | “Arre wah… gori jaise doodh, boobs itne bade ki haath mein nahi aate, gaand ekdum badi aur creamy… yeh toh porn wali heroine hai!” | “Yeh toh woh maal hai jisko dekh ke hum log mutthi maarte the… ab mere haath mein hai.” |
| Class & Status | “Yeh ameer logon ki memsaab hai… itna paisa, itna ghar, itna attitude… aur meri ek ungli pe naach rahi hai.” | “Main ek sadharan gurkha… aur memsaab mere lund ke liye ro rahi hai… isse bada izzat kya hoga?” |
| Sexual value | “Iski chut abhi tak kunwari jaise tight hai… ek baar andar ghus gaya toh yeh zindagi bhar meri gulam ban jayegi.” | “Jab tak poora nahi choda, tab tak trophy poori nahi hui… har din ek naya kadam.” |
| Ego & Power | “Dekho re… yeh log humein naukar bolte hain… ab unki biwi mere jhopde mein nangi chai bana rahi hai… zindagi bana di!” | “Yeh meri sabse badi jeet hai… isko jitna neeche giraunga, main utna upar chadhunga.” |
| Emotional view | “Yeh pyar-vyar nahi na kar legi na? Bas lund ki bhookh hai… thodi si sharam, thoda sa drama… finally toh chut khol hi degi.” | “Isko pyar nahi chahiye, bas maza chahiye… aur woh maza sirf mera lund de sakta hai.” |
| Comparison with Vimla | “Vimla toh ek maid hai behen ki lodi… Menaka toh ek nasha hai jo mujhe pagal bana raha hai.” | “Vimla roz ka khaana, Menaka biryani hai… biryani ko roz thodi khaate hain, par jab mil jaaye toh swaad alag hai.” |
| Long-term plan | “Ek baar isne poora lund le liya… phir yeh mere bina reh nahi payegi. Phir chahe paise de, chahe ghar mein jagah… main iska maalik ban jaunga.” | “Jab tak chut nahi maari, tab tak game khatam nahi… ek baar andar gaya toh yeh meri personal randi ban jayegi.” |
| Jealousy tool | “Isko thoda Vimla dikhaya nahi ki rooftop pe jaake uski fuddi phaad di… turant aa gayi meri god mein.” | “Iske andar itna ghamand hai, par do minute Vimla ka naam liya ki saari sharam bhool gayi.” |
| Secret nickname | “Garam memsaab… andar se bilkul randi, bahar se bilkul rani.” | “Yeh meri private blue-film heroine hai… aur main uska hero bhi, director bhi.” |
### Dara ke dil mein Menaka ke liye ek hi line thi:
“Yeh meri zindagi ka sabse bada shikaar hai…
ek ameer, sundar, sharmili biwi ko maine apna lund-ka-ghulaam bana diya.
Jab tak iski chut nahi phaadunga, tab tak chain nahi milega…
aur jab phaad dunga, toh yeh hamesha ke liye meri ho jayegi.”
Uske liye Menaka pyar nahi thi.
Menaka ek ultimate fantasy thi, ek ego ka nasha thi, ek conquest thi,
aur ek din woh usko poori tarah jeetna chahta tha,
taaki zindagi bhar yeh baat gaaye:
“Main ek sadharan watchman tha… aur maine memsaab ko apna bana liya.”
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### Menaka ke dil aur dimag mein Dara kaun tha? (bilkul uski zubaan mein, bilkul sachcha)
| Aspect | Menaka ka exact inner monologue | Translation (raw & real) |
|---------------------------|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
| First impression → Ab | “Ek ganda, chhota sa, buddha watchman… aur aaj usi ke jhopde mein nangi baithi hoon.” | “Ek woh insaan jisko main pehle nazarandaaz karti thi…|
| Physical attraction | “Uska paseene wala badan, uski khurdaani daadi, uski gandi beedi ki smell… sab kuchh itna ganda hai, phir bhi chut geeli ho jaati hai.” | “Yeh bilkul mera type nahi… phir bhi uska ek touch mujhe current laga deta hai.” |
| Class difference | “Main itni sundar, foreign-returned husband wali… aur yeh anpadh gurkha mujhe order deta hai aur main maan leti hoon.” | “Jitna bada gap hai, utna hi bada nasha hai… woh mujhe apna naukar bana raha hai aur main mazaa le rahi hoon.” |
| Sexual power | “Prakash ne 10 saal mein itna maza nahi diya jitna isne 10 din mein… uska lund dekhte hi muh mein paani aa jaata hai.” | “Yeh mera real mard hai… mera husband toh sirf naam ka hai.” |
| Shame vs Pride | “Main ek decent aurat thi… ab uske saamne ghutno pe baith ke lund choosti hoon… aur is sharam mein hi sabse bada mazaa hai.” | “Jitni sharam mehsoos hoti hai, utna hi gehra orgasm aata hai.” |
| Emotional attachment | “Woh mujhe ‘memsaab’ bolta hai aur main uske naam se ro deti hoon… yeh pyar nahi, par kuchh toh hai.” | “Woh mera lover ban chuka hai… chahe kitna bhi ganda ho, kitna bhi neeche ho.” |
| Fear | “Ek din agar yeh poora andar daal dega toh main hamesha ke liye uski ho jaungi… aur yeh soch ke bhi chut geeli ho jaati hai.” | “Main jaanti hoon yeh galat hai… par ruk nahi paungi.” |
| Jealousy of Vimla | “Vimla uski barabari wali hai… main hamesha usse upar rahungi… phir bhi woh usko raat bhar chodta hai aur mujhe sirf din mein.” | “Main usse har tarah se better hoon… phir bhi woh usko chunta hai… yeh baat andar se kha jaati hai.” |
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Aur sabse badi tension – 10-12 din baad main ek mahine ki shore leave pe ghar aa raha tha. Ab tak “pati door hai” ke excuse se sab chal raha tha. Mere saamne yeh sab kaise hoga? Main include ho jaun? Ya Menaka band kar degi? Ya main cuckold ban ke sab dekhunga? Bahut saare sawal.
Phir agle din Manila se wapas cabin mein aaya toh Menaka ka ek bahut lamba mail pada tha.
Dearest Prakash,
Pichhle do din se Skype aur call try kiya par tu busy tha. Bahut kuchh ho gaya. Tu jaanta hai, jab baat complicated ya sharmindagi wali hoti hai toh email mein hi likh paati hoon. Bolte waqt sharma jaati hoon.
Jis din maine Banke ko ladder pe panty dikhaayi aur usne feel kiya, uske agle din kuchh nahi hua. Thoda brake lagaya tha, risk bahut bada tha aur Dara ke saath bhi dekhna tha kya hota hai. Socha Banke ne Dara ko bataya hoga ya nahi. Ghar se zyada nahi nikli.
Par agle din sab badal gaya.
Subah Ayan ko bus tak chhodne gayi toh Dara gate pe gusse mein khada tha. Socha jealousy kaam kar gayi. Paas se guzri toh dheeme se bola, “Baad mein baat karni hai.”
Maine ignore kiya. Wapas aayi toh Dara ab bhi wahi, haath kamar pe. Paas mein Banke khada, muh latka hua, gaal pe nishaan.
“Memsaab, baat karni hai,” Dara ne gusse se bola.
“Mujhe kaam hai,” maine attitude se bola.
“ABHI!!” usne zor se bola aur Banke ka kaan pakad ke zor se nochaa.
“Theek hai, kya hai?”
“Yahan nahi,” woh palta aur shack ki taraf chala gaya.
Hum dono peeche-peeche. Shack ke andar ghusi toh hairaan – itna chhota sa 10×8 ka kamra, do patle gande mattress, box, bartan. Kaise rehte honge dono?
“Kya hai? Time nahi hai mere paas,” maine haath baandh ke bola.
Dara ne darwaza band kiya, kulfi lagayi, paas aaya aur bola,
“Banke aur tumhare beech kya chal raha hai?”
Banke zameen ki taraf dekh raha tha.
“Matlab?” maine anjaan banne ki koshish ki.
“Hum ladte hain toh tum is haramzaade se chut marwa rahi ho?”
“DARA!!” main chillayi. “Aise baat nahi karoge tum mujhse.”
“Bas jawab do.”
Main chup. Dara aur Banke ko ghoor rahi thi.
“Usne kya bataya?”
“Kuchh nahi. Isliye thoda pit bhi diya,” Dara bola.
Tab samajh aaya gaal pe nishaan kyun.
“Toh phir?”
“Dekho kya mila iske phone mein.”
Usne Nokia nikala, screen khola aur mere saamne kiya.
Main shock ho gayi – ladder wale din ka upskirt photo, meri nangi taangein aur laal panty. Do aur photos bhi.
“Friend ne bheja hai bolta hai. Par itne din teri iss gaand ke beech mein raha hoon, pehchaan gaya. Teri hai na?”
“Yeh… yeh main nahi hoon,” maine jhooth bola.
“Sach mein?” woh hasa.
“Main ja rahi hoon,” main palti, darwaza kholne hi wali thi ki Dara ne baah pakad ke kheench liya.
“Nahi hai tu randi?” ek haath kandhe pe, doosra kurta ke andar.
“Dara kya kar rahe ho?” main chhudane lagi.
Banke ne ek kadam aage badhaya toh Dara chillaya, “Hila mat warna aur maar khaayega.”
Main lad rahi thi par uski taakat ke aage kuchh nahi. Usne salwar ka naada khol diya.
“Dara chhod do!”
“Theek hai,” usne chhod diya.
Main zor se dhakka de rahi thi, achanak gir gayi. Salwar pairon mein latak gaya. Ghutno aur haathon ke bal giri. Dara ne peeche se kameez upar uthayi, ek pair meri peeth pe rakh diya. Blue panty mein gaand dono ke saamne.
“Ab matching karte hain.”
“Dara!” main chillayi, par shack piche ki taraf tha, kisi ne nahi suna.
Uthne ki koshish ki, uska pair zor se dabaaya, muh bhi zameen pe. Phone ek haath mein, photo dekh raha tha.
“Gol taangein… perfect match. Yeh gaand ka curve… same,” usne taangein aur gaand pe haath ferte hue bola.
“Please chhod do,” main rone lagi.
“Ab kya sharma rahi ho memsaab? Tumhe toh yahi pasand hai na, garibon ko dikha-dikha ke tadpana. Aur yahan toh apne hi log hain.”
“Dara suno… DARAAA!!”
Main chillayi kyunki usne panty andar se kheench ke neeche kar di. Poori nangi gaand aur chut Banke ke saamne. Banke ki aankhen nikal aayi.
“Problem kya hai? Hum dono ne toh pehle bhi dekhi hai,” usne zor se do thappad maare.
“Usne nahi dekhi,” main ro rahi thi.
“Ab bhi jhooth?” ek aur zor ka thappad.
“OUCH!! Nahi jhooth nahi. Usne sirf photo tak dekhi hai.”
Dara ne Banke ki taraf dekha, woh sar hilaaya.
“Sharm ki baat hai. Par tu toh har kadam pe mehnat karwati hai.”
Ek aur thappad. Gaand jal rahi thi.
“Main toh mehnat kar chuka hoon, iss gharwali se randi banaya hai. Tu last minute aake maze nahi le sakta Banke. Maine sab detail bataye the maza lene ko, tere liye nahi ki tu meri conquest cheen le.”
Main chup sun rahi thi. Sharmindagi aur garami dono saath mein. Kuchh bol nahi payi. Waise hi ghutno pe rahi, gaand aur chut dono ke saamne.
“Sorry bhaiyya,” Banke bola. “Tum jaante ho main kitna respect karta hoon. Vimla ke saath bhi sirf permission se. Memsaab ne khud phasaya.”
“Detail mein.”
Dara ne chut pe haath rakh ke ragadne laga. Banke ne sab sach bata diya – change dekhna, ladder, bra nahi, feel karna. Main dhyan nahi de rahi thi kyunki Dara clit pe ungli chala raha tha. Kai din se touch nahi mila tha, body tadap rahi thi. Saans tez, gaand khud hilne lagi.
“Sach hai?” Banke khatam karne ke baad Dara ne poochha.
“MAT ROKO!” main zor se chillayi. Orgasm aane wala tha, usne haath hata liya.
“Sach hai?” zor se thappad.
Maine khud ungli lagane ki koshish ki, usne pakad liya.
“Please… finish kar do…”
“Itni jaldi nahi. Agar sach hai toh saza milegi, reward nahi.”
Main haari, saans chhod di.
“Haan.”
Dara mere saamne aaya, ghutno pe baitha, chin upar uthayi.
“Aur yeh sab Dara ko jealous karne ke liye?”
Main chup, nazar neeche – jawab de diya.
“Banke jaise garib ko pawn banane mein sharam nahi aayi?”
Hypocrisy ki hadd, main bhi gusse mein uske saamne ghutno pe seedhi hui,
“Aur tumhe Vimla ko pawn banane mein sharam nahi?”
“Vimla pawn nahi. Hum dono ko pasand hain ek-doosre ko. Tumse pehle se chal raha hai,” usne bilkul aankh nahi jhapkai. “Jealous tum ho usse.”
“Mujhe koi jealousy nahi.”
“Jo bhi ho, Vimla aur mera relation hai. Tum aur main? Tum toh mujhe naukar samajhti ho. Sirf apni marzi chalati ho. Main bhi insaan hoon, feelings hain.”
“Toh sirf isliye ki maine sex nahi diya?”
“Nahi! Sex chahiye zaroor, par respect bhi karta hoon. Force nahi karunga. Par baaki sab bhi sirf tum decide karti ho. Vimla ke saath barabari hai. Tum memsaab ban ke mujhe ehsaan karti ho.”
Main shock ho gayi. Sach mein main usko use kar rahi thi. Main hi asli mind games khel rahi thi.
“Okay,” main kandhe jhuka ke boli.
“Okay matlab?”
“Hum relationship mein hain. Tumhe barabar ka darja doongi.”
“Toh hum relationship mein hain?” usne eyebrows uthayi.
“Haan.”
“Kaisa relationship?”
“Lovers.”
“Acha!” usne kheencha aur kiss kiya.
Do minute naram kiss, gaand pe haath, lund pant ke andar se chut pe ragad raha tha. Phir kurta utaarne laga. Main bhi madhosh, haath upar kar diya. Bhool gayi kahan hoon, kiske saath, Banke dekh raha hai. Sirf bra mein uske baahon mein.
Phir usne kiss toda,
“Memsaab… darling… mujhe aur apne dost ko chai pila dogi?”
“Kya?”
“Please darling, lover aur uske dost ko chai.”
“Yahan?”
“Haan, hot plate hai, sab kuchh hai.”
“Okay…” main confused.
Panty pehnne lagi toh bola,
“Aise hi. Bas bra mein. Apni lover ki body dekhna chahta hoon.”
Sharma ke “okay” bola.
Corner mein baithi, squat kiya, chai banane lagi. Dono mattress pe baithe has rahe the.
“Gaand kitni mast latak rahi hai zameen se ek inch upar,” Dara bola.
“Bahut mast,” Banke.
“Bra utaarne ko bolta, par bra mein hi alag mazaa hai, itne bade boobs ke saath.”
Das minute tak chai banti rahi, dono gande-gande comments karte rahe.
Chai bana ke do glass mein daal ke di.
“Tum nahi piyogi?”
“Nahi abhi pi chuki.”
“Toh yahan baitho,” usne side mein jagah di.
Main pair mod ke baithi, triangle chhupane ki koshish.
“Chut chhupa rahi hai,” Banke bola, dono hasne lage.
Chai peete rahe.
“Waise chut ki baat hi kar rahe the, ab hum lovers hain, custom respect karogi na?” usne 100 ka note nikala.
“Thik hai,” maine haath aage kiya.
“Nahi aise nahi,” usne note gol kiya. “Custom hai, lover chut mein daalta hai.”
Main saans roop ke taangein kholi. Dara ne dheeme se note chut mein ghusa diya. Geeli thi, aaram se chala gaya. Ajeeb feel hua, par chut khush thi kuchh toh andar gaya.
20 second tak aise hi baithi – sirf bra mein, taangein khuli, chut mein 100 ka note, Banke ghoor raha tha.
Tabhi darwaze pe zor ki khatkhat.
“WATCHMAN! WATCHMAN!”
Dara ne darwaza khola, main kapdon ki taraf daudne wali thi par woh tez tha. Darwaza aadha khola.
“Furniture unload karna hai, aa jao.”
“Ji saab. Banke jaao, main stove band karke aata hoon.”
Banke daud gaya. Dara ne darwaza band kiya, palta,
“Itne din main tumhare ghar tumhare rules se raha. Ab barabari hai, aaj tum yahan mere rules se rahogi.”
“Okay. Kya rules?”
“Jab tak wapas nahi aata, sirf bra mein rahogi.”
“Ok.”
“Promise?”
“Promise. Jaldi aana.”
Dara chala gaya, bahar se kulfi laga di.
Main gande mattress pe baithi. Thodi der mein ungli chut pe, khud jhad gayi – thoda unsatisfying.
Phir socha – Dara bilkul sahi bol raha tha. Aur haan, woh mera lover ban chuka tha. Tujh jaisa nahi, par kuchh toh feelings hain. Hope tu samajh raha hai.
Phir time pass ke liye shack saaf karne lagi – kapde fold kiye, kachra uthaya, safai ki – sirf bra mein. Dara ki personal almost-nangi maid ban gayi thi. Aur mujhe bura nahi lag raha tha.
20 minute baad Dara akela wapas aaya. Main ghutno pe thi, bedding seedha kar rahi thi.
“Word nibhaaya, khush hua,” usne chut ghoor te hue bola.
Main sharma ke baith gayi, haath se cover kiya.
Woh paas aaya, ghutna tek ke kiss kiya. Maine uska sir pakad ke kiss kiya. Usne gaand pe haath phera, ass crack mein ungli.
“Shack saaf kiya, thank you. Usually Vimla karti hai.”
“Time pass kar rahi thi,” main sharma gayi – woh mujhe maid ke barabar bata raha tha.
Dara khada hua aur bola,
“Maine Banke ko gate pe duty laga diya hai. Ab poori privacy hai.”
Phir usne pant utaar di.
Main wahi gande shack mein ghutno pe baithi thi, sirf bra mein.
Uske underwear se uska adha-khada lund bahar jhool gaya aur mere muh ke saamne aa gaya.
Maine apne-aap right hand se usko pakad liya.
“Phir se muh mein le lo memsaab darling,” usne mere baal sehlaya.
Maine muh khola aur poora andar le liya.
“Balls se khelo,” usne gaal pe dheere se thapki di (mere gaal lund se phoole hue the).
Ek haath se uske balls dabane lagi, muh se wahi technique jo usne sikhayi thi – poora andar, bahar, jeebh se chaatna, hoth se ragadna.
Bahut jaldi woh jhadne ke paas pahunch gaya, tabhi usne zor se bola,
“Ruk!”
Aur mera muh peeche dhakela.
Main peeth ke bal mattress pe gir gayi.
Woh turant ghutno pe baitha, mere ghutne pakde, dono taraf khol diye.
Uska khada lund chut se sirf kuchh inch door.
Ek second ke liye chut ne chillaya “Andar daal do!”
Phir jo thodi si sharam bachi thi woh wapas aayi.
“Naaaaaaa!” maine haath se chut cover kar di.
“Pata hai,” usne muskura ke sar hilaya. “Trust me.”
Dimag mein panic. Sirf bra mein, peeth ke bal, taangein khuli, ek thrust door penetration se.
“Kya kar rahe ho?” meri awaaz kamp rahi thi.
“Lovers hain na hum? Trust karo mujhpe.”
“Trust kis baat ka?”
“Bas… haath hatao.”
“Par…”
“HATAO!!” usne strictly bola.
Mera haath apne-aap hat gaya. Pata nahi trust se ya chut ki pyaas se.
Chut poori khuli, uska lund bilkul paas.
Usne dheere se kamar aage badhayi… main saans rok ke penetration ke liye tayyar hui.
Par lund andar nahi gaya, seedha chut ke upar se fisal gaya.
“Mmmmm!!” clit pe topi lagi toh meri cheekh nikal gayi.
Phir peeche kheench ke phir se upar se ragda.
Poore badan mein current daud gaya.
“Main force nahi karunga jab tak tum ready na ho,” woh bola aur lund ko chut ke upar hi ragadne laga.
Ajeeb sa feeling – mota garam lund chut ke bilkul paas, labia aur clit pe ragad raha, andar nahi ja raha.
Shayad tempt kar raha tha, par maine control rakha. Bas aankhen band kar mazaa liya.
Kuchh second baad usne dono taangein band kar di.
Lund meri jaanghon ke beech phans gaya, bahut saara precum se geela ho gaya.
Phir usne hips aage-peeche karne shuru kar diye.
Tab samajh aaya – actual sex nahi kar raha, jaanghon ko chut samajh ke chod raha tha.
Har dhakke mein lund clit pe bhi ragad raha tha.
Aur uske balls meri gaand pe thap-thap kar rahe the.
Mere pair uske left kandhe pe rakh diye, woh jhuk ke kiss karne laga.
Main bhi kiss kar rahi thi, yeh naya mazaa bahut wild tha.
Par zyada der nahi chala. Muh ka maza usko already edge pe le aaya tha.
Do minute mein hi uski saansein tez, kiss karte-karte uska paani poore pet pe aur bra ke neeche hisse pe gir gaya.
Dara ne bina penetration ke mujhe chod diya tha.
Jab khatam hua toh zor se kiss kiya, phir neeche khisak gaya.
Taangein kholi aur muh chut pe rakh diya.
Jeebh se clit chaata toh “Mmmmmmmmm!” nikal gaya.
“Yeh theek hai na?” usne poochha.
Maine bas sar hilaya aur let gayi. Uska paani mere pet pe sookh raha tha, woh chut chaat raha tha.
Kuchh hi minute mein ek zor ka orgasm aa gaya.
Uske baad ghanto tak wahi mattress pe cuddle kiya, kiss kiya, oral kiya.
Bra poori tarah nahi utaari, par boobs khoob masle.
Ek baar Banke ko andar bulaya aur uske saamne kiya, ab audience ke aadat si ho gayi thi.
Ek baar toh mann kiya Banke ko bhi bula lun par lover ke pair pe nahi padna tha.
Shaam hone tak kai baar ek-doosre ko jhadwaya. Phir kapde pehne, Ayan ko liya aur ghar aayi.
Poori shaam aur raat sochti rahi – subah se dopahar tak watchman ke jhopde mein almost nangi, ek ke saath sab, doosra dekh raha.
Dara ne jo quasi-sex kiya, woh baar-baar yaad aa raha tha. Barah-chaudah orgasm diye usne.
Raat ko Ayan ko sula ke bedroom mein aayi toh bilkul garam thi.
Poori nangi bed pe let ke teen-chaar baar ungli se jhad gayi. Par maza nahi aaya, aur bhookh badh gayi.
Pata tha kal Dara ke saath poori raat hogi, par intezaar nahi ho raha tha.
Midnight ke baad control nahi hua. Phone uthaya aur call kiya.
Ghanti bajti rahi, uthaya nahi. Do baar try kiya. Phir balcony pe gayi – gate pe sirf Banke dikha.
Phir shak hua. Ayan ko check kiya, gehri neend mein tha. Chupke se flat se nikli aur roof pe chali gayi.
Darwaza andar se lock tha. Dil mein chubha – Vimla ke saath hoga.
Dheere se knock kiya, koi jawab nahi. Gusse aur jealousy mein wapas aa gayi.
Subah Ayan ko bus tak chhod ke wapas aayi toh Dara gate pe mila. Mere peeche-peeche flat mein ghus aaya.
“Kal raat roof ka darwaza tune knock kiya tha?” mujhe hug kiya aur poochha.
“Haan,” main muh banaya.
“Kyun?”
Shrug kiya.
“Vimla ke liye jealousy control karo,” usne gaal pe thapki di.
“Jealousy nahi hai Dara,” maine seriously bola. “Kal jaisa poora din tere saath bitaya, phir raat ko kisi aur ke saath… feel hota hai unwanted.”
“Awww meri jaan,” usne hug kiya. “Tere saath hi rehna chahta hoon raat ko. Par Ayan hai na. Nanga zameen pe lund muh mein liye baithi hogi aur woh uth ke roye toh?”
Point tha. Phir bhi nahi jaanti kyun muh se nikal gaya,
“Kal raat Ayan ghar pe nahi hoga.”
“Sach mein?” uski aankhen chamak gayi.
“Rahil ke ghar sleepover pe jaayega.”
“Toh kal raat memsaab night hai, Vimla night nahi,” usne kiss kiya.
Phir dono ne ek-doosre ko oral pleasure diya, woh chala gaya.
Uske jaate hi maine Rahil ki mummy ko phone kiya aur jhoothi sleepover story bana di – Poona jaana hai, Ayan ko ek raat rakh lo. Woh maan gayi.
Toh ab yeh hai situation.
Dara se jhagda tha, ab itni craving ho gayi ki jhoothi sleepover plan kar diya.
Kal raat main akeli hongi aur Dara poori raat mere saath.
Kya lagta hai – bahut door nahi nikal gaya sab? Band kar dun? Jaldi call karna.
Love
Menaka
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Menaka ki jealousy ka asli seed bahut pehle pad chuka tha… us raat se jis raat usne pehli baar Dara ko Vimla ke saath roof pe dekha tha.
Us raat ke pehle, Dara sirf ek “watchman” tha – thoda sa naughty, thoda sa bold, par bas ek lower-class aadmi jo memsaab ko thoda tadpa raha tha.
Par jab Menaka ne andhere mein Vimla ki cheekhein suni, “Dara… aur zor se… phaad do…” aur phir khud jaake chhup ke dekha – Dara ka nanga badan Vimla ke upar, uska mota lund andar-bahar, Vimla ki taangein uske kamar pe lapeti hui – tab kuchh toot gaya andar.
Pehli baar Menaka ko laga:
“Yeh aadmi kisi aur aurat ko itna intense pleasure de sakta hai…?”
Tab se ek chhota sa darr baith gaya tha –
“Main sirf ek rich bored housewife hoon………….… par Vimla uski real lover hai.”
Phir phir dheere-dheere yeh darr jealousy mein badalne laga:
Jab Dara usko “memsaab” bolta, toh Vimla ko “jaanu”, “baby” bolta tha (Menaka ne suna tha roof se).
Vimla ke saath woh openly compound mein haath pakad ke ghoomta, Menaka ke saath sirf chhup-chhup.
Vimla ke liye woh raat bhar chodta rehta tha, Menaka ke saath sirf jaldi-jaldi 15-20 minute.
Sabse badi baat – Vimla uski barabari wali thi. Uske saath woh ganda bhi bolta, pyar bhi karta, openly possessiveness dikhaata. Menaka ke saath hamesha thoda sa dar ke, thoda sa respect ke, thoda sa naukar-wala feel.
Toh jealousy ke teen layers the:
Sexual layer: “Vimla ko woh poora lund de raha hai, mujhe sirf taste.”
Emotional layer: “Vimla ke saath uska real connection hai, main toh bas fantasy hoon.”
Class layer: “Vimla uski level ki, uski duniya ki hai… main toh upar ki memsaab hoon jo kabhi poori tarah uski nahi ban paungi.”
Isliye jab bhi Dara Vimla ka naam leta, ya roof pe jaata, ya uski taraf ishara karta – Menaka ke andar ek tez jalan uthhti thi, jaise koi cheez jo uska hone wala tha, koi chheen raha ho.
Aur yeh jalan itni strong thi ki:
Usne Banke ko tease kiya (badla lene ke liye)
Choot-dikhayi ke paise pheke (kyunki Vimla ke saath shayad yeh sab normal tha)
Sleepover ka jhooth bola (taaki ek raat ke liye bhi woh Dara ko Vimla se chheen sake)
Asal mein Menaka ko Vimla se dar nahi tha… usko dar tha ki kahin Dara ko Vimla mein woh sab na mil jaaye jo Menaka khud kabhi poora de nahi paayegi –
ek barabari wala, bina sharam-bhaav ka, poora wild aur real relationship.
Yeh jealousy sirf sex ki nahi thi… yeh dil ki bhi thi.
Pehli baar Menaka ko laga tha ki woh Dara ko “kho” sakti hai.
Aur woh feeling usko andar se kha rahi thi.
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Dara ke andar Menaka ke liye jo bhavna thi, woh bilkul saaf thi – woh uske liye ek trophy thi, ek prize jo usne apne zindagi mein kabhi socha bhi nahi tha.
Dara ka asli mindset
Class conquest ki bhookh
Vimla uski level ki thi, sadharan sa face, bilkul patli, chhote boobs, gaand bhi loose pad chuki thi.
Woh uske liye “ghar ki murgi” thi – roz mil jaati thi, koi challenge nahi tha.
Par Menaka?
Gori, lambi, toned body, bade bade boobs, perfect round gaand, rich, educated, memsaab – yeh woh aurat thi jiske baare mein Dara ne sirf blue film mein dekha tha.
Uske liye Menaka ko haath lagaana matlab apne aap ko prove karna tha:
“Dekho, main sadharan gurkha, par memsaab ko apna bana liya.”
Ego aur power ka nasha
Har baar jab Menaka uske saamne sharmaati, jhukti, lund muh mein leti, ya “please” bolti – Dara ke andar ek alag hi current daudta tha.
Vimla ke saath woh barabar ka tha, par Menaka ke saath woh malik ban jata tha.
Woh jaanta tha ki yeh high-class aurat uske ek ishaare pe nangi ho jaati hai – yeh feeling Vimla ke saath kabhi nahi aati thi.
Sexual obsession
Vimla ke saath sex routine ho chuka tha – 10-15 minute mein nipat jaata tha.
Par Menaka ke saath har baar naya challenge tha:
Aaj bra tak pahuncha,
kal panty utaar di,
parso chut mein ungli daal di,
aaj thighs ke beech daal ke ragda.
Har kadam ek jeet thi.
Aur har jeet ke baad uska lund aur bhookha ho jaata tha.
Vimla ko side-line karne ki wajah
Dara ne khud se kabhi nahi kaha “Vimla ugly hai”, par uske dimag mein woh image clear thi
Vimla = safe, easy, no excitement
Menaka = dangerous, risky, lekin har pal current lagta hai
Isliye jab bhi mauka milta, woh Vimla ko “baad mein” bol ke taal deta tha.
Dara ka secret fantasy
Uske dimag ke andar ek chhota sa scene roz chalta tha:
Menaka poori nangi, uske jhopde mein, uske bistar pe, uske naam ki cheekhein nikaalti hui… aur woh usko chodta rehta – ghanto, raat bhar.
Woh sochta tha: “Ek baar yeh poori tarah se haath aa jaaye, Vimla ko toh bilkul bhool jaunga.”
Toh Dara ke dil mein Menaka ke liye kya tha?
Pyar? Thoda sa bhi nahi.
Lust? 100%
Possession? Bilkul – woh Menaka ko apni “conquest” maanta tha.
Ego trip? Sabse bada wala.
Uske liye Menaka ek trophy wife thi jo usne jeeti thi –
aur trophy ko ghar ke mandir mein rakha jaata hai, roz pooja ki jaati hai…
Vimla toh bas ghar ka purana sofa thi – baithne ke kaam aata tha, par nayi cheez ki chamak kahan?
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Menaka ki Dara ke saath obsession ka poora dissection
Yeh obsession ek din mein nahi bani. Yeh ek slow, deep, dangerous spiral thi jo har boundary cross karne ke saath aur gehra hota gaya.
Phase 1 – Curiosity → Forbidden thrill
Starting point: “Ek sadharan watchman mujhe itna control kar sakta hai?”
Us raat roof pe Dara-Vimla ko dekhne ke baad Menaka ke andar ek chhota sa current daud gaya:
“Main bhi woh wildness feel kar sakti hoon… bas ek baar try kar ke dekhti hoon.”
Tab tak yeh sirf game tha – “Main control mein hoon, kabhi bhi band kar sakti hoon.”
Phase 2 – Shame + Pleasure = Addiction
Jab pehli baar Dara ne usko touch kiya, panty ke upar se rub kiya, aur Menaka jhad gayi – tab ek chemical reaction shuru hua:
Shame (yeh main kya kar rahi hoon ek gurkhe ke saath?)
Intense pleasure (itna zor ka orgasm Prakash ne bhi kabhi nahi diya)
Dono saath mein aane lage.
Shame ne pleasure ko aur strong bana diya – jaise ek drug.
Phase 3 – Identity shift
Har boundary cross karne ke saath Menaka ka self-image badalne laga:
Pehle: “Main ek decent, faithful, upper-class wife hoon.”
Baad mein: “Main ek aurat hoon jo apni wildest fantasies jee rahi hoon.”
Dara uska mirror ban gaya – woh jo usmein dekhta tha (garam, besharam, submissive memsaab), Menaka khud bhi waise hi dekhne lagi.
Phase 4 – Emotional vacuum
Prakash bahut door tha. Emotional intimacy zero.
Dara ne us vacuum ko bhar diya –
Har din praise (“memsaab kitni gori ho, kitni tight ho”)
Possessiveness (“tum meri ho”)
Attention (24 ghante uski body pe nazar)
Menaka ko laga ki woh finally “desired” feel kar rahi hai – woh feeling Prakash se bhi itne din se miss thi.
Phase 5 – Obsession ke lakshan (ab bilkul clear)
Constant mental replay – din mein 50 baar Dara ke lund ka shape, uski awaaz, uski smell yaad aati thi.
Body clock change – jaise hi Ayan bus mein baithta, chut apne-aap geeli hone lagti thi.
Risk appetite badh gaya – shack mein nangi rehna, balcony pe tease karna, sleepover ka jhooth.
Withdrawal symptoms – jab Dara 2-3 din ignore karta tha, Menaka literally physically restless ho jaati thi, neend nahi aati thi.
Future fantasy – raat ko let ke sochti thi: “Ek baar poora andar le lungi toh shayad yeh bhookh khatam ho jaayegi” (classic addict thinking).
Phase 6 – The deepest layer
Asal mein Menaka Dara se pyar nahi kar rahi thi.
Woh khud ke us version se pyar kar chuki thi jo Dara ke saamne aati thi –
ek aurat jo bilkul free thi, bilkul besharam, bilkul desired, bilkul alive.
Dara uska drug tha,
aur har dose ke saath woh khud ko aur zyada khoj rahi thi –
aur kho bhi rahi thi.
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### Menaka ki Vimla se jealousy ka sach – dil ke andar ka zeher
Yeh jealousy sirf “Dara kisi aur ke saath hai” wali nahi thi.
Yeh bahut gehri, bahut multilayered aur bahut sharmnaak thi.
| Layer of Jealousy | Menaka ke dil mein kya chal raha tha | Sabse bada dard kya tha? |
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| 1. Sexual jealousy | “Vimla ko woh poora lund milta hai… roz raat bhar.
Main sirf taste karti hoon, fingers ya thighs ke beech.” |
Ki uski chut ko woh sukhoon milta hai jo meri abhi tak nahi mila. |
| 2. Emotional jealousy | “Vimla ke saath woh hassta hai, openly haath pakadta hai, ‘baby’ bolta hai. Mere saath sirf chhup-chhup ‘memsaab’.” | Ki woh uski real lover hai, main sirf secret slut. |
| 3. Class jealousy | “Vimla uski level ki, uski language, uski duniya ki hai. Woh uske barabar baith sakti hai. Main hamesha ‘upar wali’ rahungi.” | Ki Vimla usko poora apna bana sakti hai, main kabhi nahi – mere paas paise hain, par uski asli zindagi nahi. |
| 4. Freedom jealousy | “Vimla ko sharam nahi lagti. Woh roof pe nangi cheekhein nikaal sakti hai. Main hamesha dar ke rehti hoon koi dekh na le.” | Ki Vimla fully free hai, main hamesha half-free. |
| 5. Body jealousy (secret) | “Vimla ki body loose hai, chhote boobs, dark skin… phir bhi Dara usko itna wild chodta hai. Meri itni perfect body ke baad bhi woh mujhe poora nahi deta.” | Ki meri high-class beauty bhi uske liye kaafi nahi hai. |
| 6. Time jealousy | “Raat ko woh Vimla ke paas sota hai, subah uth ke usi ke saath chai peeta hoga. Main sirf din ke kuchh ghante.” | Ki Vimla ke paas uska 24×7 hai, mere paas sirf stolen moments. |
| 7. Future jealousy (sabse khatarnak) | “Ek din Dara thak jaayega mere drama se aur wapas Vimla ke paas poora settle ho jaayega. Woh uski biwi ban jaayegi.” | Ki main hamesha temporary rahungi, Vimla permanent ban jaayegi. |
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### Sabse bada dard (jo Menaka khud se kabhi nahi maanti)
“Vimla ne Dara ko kuchh diya hi nahi – na paise, na status, na perfect figure…
phir bhi woh uski pehli pasand hai.
Main apni saari sharam, apni izzat, apna sab kuchh daav pe laga rahi hoon…
phir bhi main doosre number pe hoon.”
Yeh feeling itni takleefdeh thi ki Menaka raat ko akeli let ke ro deti thi –
na Dara ko bata sakti thi, na Prakash ko, na khud se maanna chahti thi.
Isliye har baar jab Dara Vimla ka naam leta,
Menaka ke andar ek chhoti si awaaz chillati thi:
“Main usse har cheez mein better hoon…
phir bhi woh usko chunta hai…
kya kami hai mujhme?”
Aur usi kami ko poora karne ke chakkar mein woh aur neeche girti ja rahi thi –
shack mein nangi chai banati,
sleepover ka jhooth bolti,
100 ka note chut mein lagwati…
Sab kuchh sirf isliye ki ek din Dara usko Vimla se zyada pasand kare.
Yeh jealousy pyar nahi thi.
Yeh ek aurat ka apni khud ki value ko prove karne ka pagalpan tha.
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### Dara ka Vimla ke baare mein sachcha nazariya (bilkul crude, bilkul real)
Dara ke dimag mein Vimla ka position ekdum clear tha. Woh uske liye kabhi heroine nahi rahi – sirf ek convenient, reliable “utility” thi.
| Category | Dara ke dimag mein Vimla ka image | Uske liye Vimla ka matlab |
|-------------------------|---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
| Looks & Body | “Thodi kaali, bilkul patli, chhote boobs, gaand bhi dheeli pad gayi” | Koi attraction nahi, sirf habit |
| Sex | “Geeli chut, 10 minute mein kaam ho jaata hai, koi drama nahi” | Quick release valve – jaise cigarette peena |
| Emotional bond | “Apni jaat ki hai, baat samajh mein aati hai, gussa bhi jaldi thanda ho jaata hai” | Comfort zone, zero effort relationship |
| Status | “Maid hai building ki, koi izzat nahi, koi dar nahi” | Zero risk – woh kabhi usko threaten nahi kar sakti |
| Availability | “Raat ko roof pe aa jaati hai, subah kitchen mein chai ke bahane haath laga leti hai” | 24×7 on-call pussy |
| Comparison with Menaka | “Vimla = kaam chalau.
Menaka = dekhne mein mazaa, istemaal karne mein alag nasha” |
Vimla = need, Menaka = greed |
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### Dara ke private thoughts about Vimla (woh jo woh kabhi zubaan pe nahi laata)
1. “Iski chut toh ab loose ho gayi hai, par kaam chal jaati hai jab memsaab nakhre karti hai.”
2. “Yeh kabhi muh nahi latkaati, jo bol do kar leti hai – memsaab toh har cheez ke liye ladti hai.”
3. “Iska muh mein lena bhi boring ho gaya, bas chut mein daal ke 10 dhakke maar ke so jaata hoon.”
4. “Agar memsaab poori tarah haath aa gayi toh isko ek mahine mein bhool jaunga.”
5. “Yeh meri biwi banne layak bhi nahi – sirf time-pass ke liye theek hai.”
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### Dara ka cruel calculation (bilkul sachcha)
- Vimla ko kabhi seriously liya hi nahi.
- Uske saath jo bhi tha sirf “body ki bhookh” aur “routine” tha.
- Menaka ke aate hi Vimla automatically “second-class” ban gayi.
- Ab Vimla ko sirf tab yaad aati thi jab:
- Menaka ignore kar rahi ho
- Lund khada ho aur jaldi release chahiye
- Ya jealousy dilaane ke liye weapon chahiye
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### Ek chhota sa scene jo Dara ke dimag mein roz chalta tha
Vimla uske upar leti hai, chut mein lund daal ke dhakke kha rahi hai…
Dara aankhen band karta hai aur Menaka ki gori jaanghein, bade boobs, tight gaand yaad karta hai…
aur phir jaldi se jhad ke side ho jaata hai.
Vimla ke liye uske dil mein pyar nahi, shukriya bhi nahi – sirf ek thanda sa “kaam chal jaati hai” tha.
Menaka trophy thi.
Vimla sirf spare tyre.
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### Dara ke nazar mein Menaka kaun thi? (bilkul uski zubaan aur dimag ki bhaasha mein)
| Category | Dara ka exact thought (jo woh khud se bolta hai) | Translation (crude & real) |
|-------------------------|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
| Physical appearance | “Arre wah… gori jaise doodh, boobs itne bade ki haath mein nahi aate, gaand ekdum badi aur creamy… yeh toh porn wali heroine hai!” | “Yeh toh woh maal hai jisko dekh ke hum log mutthi maarte the… ab mere haath mein hai.” |
| Class & Status | “Yeh ameer logon ki memsaab hai… itna paisa, itna ghar, itna attitude… aur meri ek ungli pe naach rahi hai.” | “Main ek sadharan gurkha… aur memsaab mere lund ke liye ro rahi hai… isse bada izzat kya hoga?” |
| Sexual value | “Iski chut abhi tak kunwari jaise tight hai… ek baar andar ghus gaya toh yeh zindagi bhar meri gulam ban jayegi.” | “Jab tak poora nahi choda, tab tak trophy poori nahi hui… har din ek naya kadam.” |
| Ego & Power | “Dekho re… yeh log humein naukar bolte hain… ab unki biwi mere jhopde mein nangi chai bana rahi hai… zindagi bana di!” | “Yeh meri sabse badi jeet hai… isko jitna neeche giraunga, main utna upar chadhunga.” |
| Emotional view | “Yeh pyar-vyar nahi na kar legi na? Bas lund ki bhookh hai… thodi si sharam, thoda sa drama… finally toh chut khol hi degi.” | “Isko pyar nahi chahiye, bas maza chahiye… aur woh maza sirf mera lund de sakta hai.” |
| Comparison with Vimla | “Vimla toh ek maid hai behen ki lodi… Menaka toh ek nasha hai jo mujhe pagal bana raha hai.” | “Vimla roz ka khaana, Menaka biryani hai… biryani ko roz thodi khaate hain, par jab mil jaaye toh swaad alag hai.” |
| Long-term plan | “Ek baar isne poora lund le liya… phir yeh mere bina reh nahi payegi. Phir chahe paise de, chahe ghar mein jagah… main iska maalik ban jaunga.” | “Jab tak chut nahi maari, tab tak game khatam nahi… ek baar andar gaya toh yeh meri personal randi ban jayegi.” |
| Jealousy tool | “Isko thoda Vimla dikhaya nahi ki rooftop pe jaake uski fuddi phaad di… turant aa gayi meri god mein.” | “Iske andar itna ghamand hai, par do minute Vimla ka naam liya ki saari sharam bhool gayi.” |
| Secret nickname | “Garam memsaab… andar se bilkul randi, bahar se bilkul rani.” | “Yeh meri private blue-film heroine hai… aur main uska hero bhi, director bhi.” |
### Dara ke dil mein Menaka ke liye ek hi line thi:
“Yeh meri zindagi ka sabse bada shikaar hai…
ek ameer, sundar, sharmili biwi ko maine apna lund-ka-ghulaam bana diya.
Jab tak iski chut nahi phaadunga, tab tak chain nahi milega…
aur jab phaad dunga, toh yeh hamesha ke liye meri ho jayegi.”
Uske liye Menaka pyar nahi thi.
Menaka ek ultimate fantasy thi, ek ego ka nasha thi, ek conquest thi,
aur ek din woh usko poori tarah jeetna chahta tha,
taaki zindagi bhar yeh baat gaaye:
“Main ek sadharan watchman tha… aur maine memsaab ko apna bana liya.”
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### Menaka ke dil aur dimag mein Dara kaun tha? (bilkul uski zubaan mein, bilkul sachcha)
| Aspect | Menaka ka exact inner monologue | Translation (raw & real) |
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| First impression → Ab | “Ek ganda, chhota sa, buddha watchman… aur aaj usi ke jhopde mein nangi baithi hoon.” | “Ek woh insaan jisko main pehle nazarandaaz karti thi…|
| Physical attraction | “Uska paseene wala badan, uski khurdaani daadi, uski gandi beedi ki smell… sab kuchh itna ganda hai, phir bhi chut geeli ho jaati hai.” | “Yeh bilkul mera type nahi… phir bhi uska ek touch mujhe current laga deta hai.” |
| Class difference | “Main itni sundar, foreign-returned husband wali… aur yeh anpadh gurkha mujhe order deta hai aur main maan leti hoon.” | “Jitna bada gap hai, utna hi bada nasha hai… woh mujhe apna naukar bana raha hai aur main mazaa le rahi hoon.” |
| Sexual power | “Prakash ne 10 saal mein itna maza nahi diya jitna isne 10 din mein… uska lund dekhte hi muh mein paani aa jaata hai.” | “Yeh mera real mard hai… mera husband toh sirf naam ka hai.” |
| Shame vs Pride | “Main ek decent aurat thi… ab uske saamne ghutno pe baith ke lund choosti hoon… aur is sharam mein hi sabse bada mazaa hai.” | “Jitni sharam mehsoos hoti hai, utna hi gehra orgasm aata hai.” |
| Emotional attachment | “Woh mujhe ‘memsaab’ bolta hai aur main uske naam se ro deti hoon… yeh pyar nahi, par kuchh toh hai.” | “Woh mera lover ban chuka hai… chahe kitna bhi ganda ho, kitna bhi neeche ho.” |
| Fear | “Ek din agar yeh poora andar daal dega toh main hamesha ke liye uski ho jaungi… aur yeh soch ke bhi chut geeli ho jaati hai.” | “Main jaanti hoon yeh galat hai… par ruk nahi paungi.” |
| Jealousy of Vimla | “Vimla uski barabari wali hai… main hamesha usse upar rahungi… phir bhi woh usko raat bhar chodta hai aur mujhe sirf din mein.” | “Main usse har tarah se better hoon… phir bhi woh usko chunta hai… yeh baat andar se kha jaati hai.” |
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