Misc. Erotica Ek Sanskari Aurat Sikhar Bani Ek Haramzade Janwar Ki

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Ye kahaani poori tarah se kalpanik hai aur sirf manoranjan ke uddeshya se likhi gayi hai. Isme varnit saare patra, sthaan, ghatnayein aur paristhitiyaan lekhak ki kalpanik srijan ka hissa hain. Kisi bhi jeevit ya mrit vyakti, parivaar, sthaan ya ghatna se iski koi bhi samanta matra ek sanyog hai aur isse kisi bhi prakaar ka sambandh nahi maana jaana chahiye. Is kahaani mein varnit kuch vichaar, bhaashaa aur paristhitiyaan adult, taboo aur provocative prakriti ke hain jo keval vyask (18+ umar) paathakon ke liye hain. Ye kisi bhi dharm, jaati, samudaay ya vyaktigat jeevan ke prati koi apmaan ya galat sandesh nahi deta. Paathak apne vivad se padhein aur yaad rakhein ki ye sirf ek kalpanik erotic saga hai – vastavikta se iska koi sambandh nahi hai.

 

 

 

“Ek Sanskari Aurat Sikhar Bani Ek Haramzade Janwar Ki”
(ab shuru hoti hai kahaani…)

 

Introduction

Ek elite class ki party thi sahar ke sabse bade five-star hotel ke grand ballroom mein. Crystal chandeliers se golden-amber light baras rahi thi, itni dim ki har chehre pe ek sulagti hui chamak pad rahi thi, jaise har insaan ke andar ki hawas ko expose kar rahi ho. Slow, sensual jazz music baj raha tha, saxophone ki woh gehri, garam, moaning jaisi awaaz dil ke andar tak utar rahi thi, jaise koi aurat siskariyan le rahi ho. Hawaa mein oudh, musk, expensive French perfumes aur chilled champagne ki madhosh khushboo itni thick thi ki har saans ke saath jism mein current sa daud raha tha, har insaan ke andar ek ajeeb si bechaini jaga rahi thi. Yahan politicians, top bureaucrats, businessmen aur old-money wale log jama the. Mard Italian suits mein the, auratein designer gowns ya heavy sarees mein, lekin aaj ki raat poora ballroom ek hi aurat ke gird ghum raha tha. Har nazar, har saans, har dil ki dhadkan usi ke naam.

 

Rajsekhar Chouhan, 45 saal ke ek powerful, ruthless Bada officer, apne signature commanding presence ke saath khade the. Unka rutba itna tha ki log unke saamne nazar jhuka kar baat karte the. Lekin aaj unki aankhon mein ek alag si bechaini thi, wo baar baar apni biwi Ambika ko dekhte, jaise wo uski sundarta ko possess karna chahte ho, lekin saath hi ek gehra dar bhi tha ki kahin koi aur uski biwi ko haath na laga de. Unke chehre pe ek possessive gussa sulag raha tha – jaise Ambika sirf unki hai, unki property, unki ijjat ka pratik, aur agar koi aur uski taraf dekhe bhi to wo us mard ko barbaad kar de. Har baar jab koi mard Ambika ko ghoorta, Rajsekhar ka chehra sakht ho jaata, muththi bandh jaati, aur andar se ek jalne wali aag uthti jo usko paagal bana rahi thi. Wo soch raha tha, "Ye meri biwi hai, meri Ambika, ye stan, ye gaand, ye hoth – sab mera hai, koi chhuega to maar daalunga." Lekin ye jealousy itni intense thi ki usko khud mehsoos ho raha tha ki uska lauda bhi tan raha tha us dar aur possession ke mix se.

 

Ambika Chouhan. 43 saal ki. Ek aisi aurat jiski ek jhalak se mard ka lauda tan jaata tha aur dil behosh hone ko hota tha. Uska chehra bilkul devlok ki apsara ka, flawless ivory-glowing skin jo light mein chamak rahi thi. Badi badi kaali aankhen, itni gehri ki jaise koi andhera kuan ho jisme doob jaane ka mann kare, aankhon mein masoomiyat thi lekin saath hi ek chhupi hui sulagti hui hawas jo door se hi mardon ko paagal bana rahi thi. Lambe silky kaale baal khule chhode hue, kamar se neeche tak latak rahe the, har hilore mein ek madak khushboo chhodte hue, jaise koi mard un baalon mein muh chhupa kar soonghe. Hoth rasile, plump, gulabi, thodi si lip gloss ki chamak ke saath, jaise choomne, choosne, kaatne ke liye bane ho, unpe halki si smile jo mardon ko seedha unke laude tak current bhej rahi thi.

Figure? Qayamat-e-doosra. 36D-28-40 ka hourglass jo dekh kar kisi ka bhi muh khula reh jaaye. Bade bade heavy stan, gore, mulayam, bilkul rasile, tight low-cut deep red silk blouse mein qaid the lekin qaid se bahar nikalne ko tadap rahe the. Nipples excitement aur thandi hawa se pehle se hi sakht ho chuke the, thin silk ke through clearly pointy dikhai de rahe the, jaise wo khud chillaa rahe ho “pakdo mujhe, chooso mujhe”. Cleavage itna gehra, creamy aur inviting ki mangalsutra uske beech mein doob kar bhi poora nazar aa raha tha, jaise wo cleavage ko aur erotic bana raha ho. Kamar itni patli, chikni, jaise haath daalo to fisal jaaye, blouse ke neeche se thodi si skin dikhti jo mardon ko deewana bana rahi thi. Aur hips… oh god… bhari, gol, juicy, itne heavy ki heavy red silk saree mein bhi poori tarah chhup nahi paa rahe the. Har kadam pe gaand itni sensuously, itni rhythmically matak rahi thi ki ballroom mein khade har mard ki saans ruk jaati thi. Saree ka pallu thoda low tha, har saans mein stan hilte hue pallu ko aur neeche khisakne ko tadpa rahe the, jaise abhi pallu gir jaaye aur wo bade bade stan bahar aa jaayen. Jewellery se wo bilkul suhagrat ki dulhan si lag rahi thi, heavy gold jhumke kaanon se latak kar har harkat pe hil rahe the aur gale ke gorepan ko aur ubhar rahe the, thick necklace cleavage mein doob rahi thi, bangles haathon mein khanak khanak kar ek madak music paida kar rahi thi, sindoor maang mein laal laal jal raha tha, bindi chehre ko aur glow de rahi thi. Wo chal rahi thi to jaise poora ballroom uske saath saath thumak raha tha, hips left-right sway karte hue, gaand matakti hui, stan thoda thoda bounce karte hue, pallu thoda thoda neeche sarakta hua.

 

Vikram Chouhan, 21 saal ka jawan beta, maa ke bilkul paas paas khada tha, jaise ek bodyguard. Uski aankhon mein maa ke liye pyar tha, lekin saath hi ek possessive, jalne wala gussa bhi, kyuki wo dekh raha tha ki party ke har mard ki nazar maa ke jism pe loot rahi thi. Vikram ka dil jal raha tha – wo soch raha tha, "Ye meri maa hai, meri Ambika maa, ye sundarta sirf humare parivar ki hai, ye mard log kya ghoor rahe hain? Agar koi paas aaya to main usko maar daalunga." Uski jealousy itni intense thi ki uska chehra laal ho raha tha, haath muththi mein bandhe hue the, aur andar se ek ajeeb si bechaini thi, jaise maa ki beauty usko khud possess karne ki ichha jaga rahi ho, lekin wo beta hone ke karan sharm se dab raha tha. Har baar jab koi mard maa ki taraf dekhta, Vikram ka gussa badh jaata, usko mehsoos hota ki maa ki ye gaand, ye stan, ye hoth – sab uske protection ke laayak hain, aur koi chhuega to wo barbaad ho jaayega.

 

Hawaa mein erotic tension itni thick, itni garam thi ki jaise chhune se aag lag jaaye. Har mard ke dimaag mein ek hi khayal, kaash ek baar ye heavy saree utar jaaye, kaash ye mangalsutra haath mein aa jaaye, kaash ye sindoor wali maang kiss karne ko mile, kaash ye gaand pakad kar noch sake, kaash ye stan muh mein bhar sake.

Ambika jaanti thi sabki nazar uspe hai. Uski saansein thodi tez thi, cheeks pe halki si natural blush, nipples aur sakht ho rahe the, chut mein halki si garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi wo garam nazron se. Wo sanskari biwi ban kar muskura rahi thi, lekin uski aankhon mein bhi ek chhupi hui bechaini thi, jaise uska jism bhi mehsoos kar raha tha wo saari nazrein jo uske stanon ko chhed rahi thi, uski gaand ko noch rahi thi. Party abhi shuru hi hui thi… lekin ballroom mein ek khatarnak, garam, uncontrollable sexual tension ban chuka tha. Jaise koi janwar abhi cage se bahar nikalne wala ho.

 

Rajsekhar ko pehechane

Rajsekhar Chouhan, 45 saal ka, ek aisa aadmi tha jo bilkul mitti se nikal kar shehar ke sabse oonche mahal tak pahuncha tha – koi godfather nahi, koi baap ka naam nahi, sirf apni kadi mehnat, tez dimaag aur woh ruthless ambition jo uske khoon mein ubaal rahi thi. Uska janm ek chhote se Rajasthani gaon mein hua tha, ek gareeb Rajput parivar mein jahaan baap college teacher the aur maa roz ki mazdoori kar ke ghar chalati thi. Bacpan mein hi usne woh zalim sach dekh liya tha – gaon ke bade zamindar log unke parivar ko chhota samajh kar thukte the, unki maa ko gandi nazar se dekhte the, unki behen ko chedte the. Usi pal se uske dil mein ek aag jal uthi: main itna upar pahunchunga ki ye duniya meri muththi mein hogi, meri ijjat par koi ungli na utha sake, aur jo meri hai – khas kar meri aurat – wo sirf aur sirf meri rahegi, kisi aur ki nazar bhi us par na pade.

Padhai mein woh hamesha topper raha, raat raat bhar jaag kar padhta, gaon ki dim kerosene lamp ki roshni mein apne sapne bunta. UPSC clear kiya pehli hi attempt mein, aur direct IAS mein select hua – wo din uski zindagi ka sabse bada jeet ka pal tha, jaise woh gaon ki dhool se nikal kar power ke singhasan par baith gaya. Posting mili, phir apne kaam se, files ko apne hisaab se ghumata, politics ke khel ko samajh kar, dushmanon ko crush karta, dheere dheere upar chadhta gaya. Aaj wo top administration mein tha – ek aisa officer jiska naam sunte hi ministers ka chehra safed pad jaata tha, files rok sakta tha, crore ki deals pass ya fail kar sakta tha. Bahar se honest image wala tha, lekin andar se jaanta tha ki system mein rehne ke liye kuch compromises karne padte hain – woh ruthless tha, apni ijjat aur power ko sabse upar rakhta tha.

 

 

 

Shaadi Ambika se hui thi jab wo 28 ka tha aur Ambika 21 ki – Ambika us waqt college ki sabse sundar, sanskari ladki thi, uski killer figure, apsara jaisa chehra, bade rasile stan, bhari gaand aur woh tight, gili chut dekh kar Rajsekhar pehli nazar mein hi pagal ho gaya tha. Usne socha tha ki Ambika jaisi trophy wife milegi to uski ijjat aur rutba chand guna badh jaayega, duniya dekhegi ki Rajsekhar Chouhan ke paas sabse sundar, sabse garam aurat hai. Ambika ko possess karne ka usko ek wild, intense nasha tha – wo uski sundarta par garv karta tha, jaise wo uski sabse badi jeet ho, uski power ki nishani ho.

Har raat jab wo Ambika ko chodta tha, usko mehsoos hota tha ki wo is duniya ka sabse zyada khushnaseeb, sabse powerful mard hai. Ambika ko bed pe patak kar, uski heavy saree ko dheere dheere utarte hue, uski tight blouse ke hooks kholte hue, jab wo bade bade gore stan bahar nikal aate – mulayam, rasile, pink nipples wale – Rajsekhar unko muh mein bhar leta, zor se choosta, nipples daant se kaat kar laal karta, aur sochta, “Ye stan sirf mere hain, ye chut sirf meri hai, main is duniya ka king hoon jo Ambika jaisi aurat ko har raat pel sakta hoon.” Phir uski petticoat utaar kar, kachhi faad kar, jab wo Ambika ki hari bhari, tight chut dekhta – pink lips, thode baal, gili excitement se – uska lauda aur sakht ho jaata. Wo apna lauda chut pe ragadta, pre-cum se gila karta, phir ek zor ka dhakka maarta – poora andar, ragad ragad ke pelte hue – Ambika ki aaahen sunta, uski hips hilti hui mehsoos karta, aur andar se garv se phool jaata: “Ye chut sirf meri hai, ye gili, garam chut sirf mera lauda le sakti hai. Main is duniya ka sabse khushnaseeb mard hoon jise Ambika ki chut mili – ye sundar jism, ye rasili chut, ye sanskari aurat sirf meri property hai.” Wo missionary mein zor zor se dhakke maarta, stan nochta, gaand pe thappad maarta, Ambika ko “Le meri rani, mera lauda le” bolta, aur virya uski chut mein chhodte hue sochta ki ye uski ultimate jeet hai – Ambika ki chut mein apna maal bharna, usko pregnant karna, usko apni rakhail bana kar rakhna – ye sab uski power aur pride ki nishani thi.

Vikram unka eklauta beta tha – 21 saal ka, jawan, maa pe jaata tha figure mein lekin baap ki tarah ambitious aur possessive. Rajsekhar ne Vikram ko bhi strict tarike se pala tha – padhai, discipline, parivar ki ijjat sabse upar – usko sikhaya tha ki aurat ki ijjat parivaar ki ijjat hoti hai, isliye Ambika ko protect karna un dono ka farz tha. Rajsekhar ko lagta tha ki Vikram bhi uski tarah Ambika ki sundarta par garv karega, usko apni maa ki tarah possess karega.

Vikram ko pehchane

Vikram Chouhan, 21 saal ka, ek jawan, disciplined aur ambitious ladka tha jo apne baap Rajsekhar ki tarah hi bana tha – ijjat, parivar aur power ko sabse upar rakhne wala. Wo Rajsekhar ka eklauta beta tha, unki aankhon ka taara, unki legacy ka vaaris. Bacpan se hi Vikram ne dekha tha ki uska baap gaon ki dhool se nikal kar top IAS officer bana, log uske saamne jhukte hain, aur sabse badi baat – uski maa Ambika kitni sundar, kitni sanskari, kitni perfect hai.

 

college se hi Vikram ko ehsaas tha ki uski maa alag hai. Class ke ladke, teachers, relatives – sab maa ki tareef karte the. “Teri maa to bilkul heroine lagti hai, Vikram.” Wo baatein sun kar Vikram ko hamesha garv mehsoos hota – ek gehra, intense pride ki uski maa duniya ki sabse sundar aurat hai. Lekin ye pride dheere dheere ek possessive sanskari ehsaas mein badal gaya. Wo sochta, “Meri maa sirf mere papa ki hai. Ye sundarta, ye silky skin, ye madak khushboo, ye bade stan, ye bhari gaand – sab sirf papa ka haq hai. Main is duniya ka sabse khushnaseeb beta hoon jiski maa itni sundar, itni garam, itni sanskari hai. Koi dusra ladka aisi maa nahi paa sakta.”

College mein jaakar ye feeling aur gehri ho gayi. Vikram handsome tha, tall, athletic body, girls uske peeche padti thi, lekin uska dil aur dimaag sirf apni maa par centra tha – ek sanskari, parivaar ke prati wafadaar beta ki tarah. Raat ko jab wo akela hota, maa ki yaad aati – unki silky gore skin ki chamak, unki khushboo jo ghar mein mehakti thi, unki heavy saree mein matakti hui gaand, blouse mein ubharte hue bade stan – aur wo imagine karta (kyuki usne kabhi maa ki tight chut nahi dekhi thi, sirf sapnon mein socha tha ki wo kitni pink, kitni gili, kitni perfect hogi). Haath hilate hue wo sochta, “Ye sab sirf mere papa ki hai. Maa ki ye silky skin, ye khushboo, ye tight chut – sab papa ke liye bani hai. Papa har raat maa ko pelte honge, unki chut mein apna lauda daalte honge, aur maa papa ke neeche aaahen bharti hongi. Main is duniya ka sabse khushnaseeb beta hoon jiski maa itni sundar, itni garam hai, aur wo sirf mere papa ki hai. Koi dusra ladka aisi maa nahi paa sakta.”

Ye soch uske liye ek sanskari garv thi – maa ki sundarta parivaar ki ijjat thi, aur wo ijjat sirf papa ke paas thi. Wo maa ko protect karta, unke paas paas rehta, kisi ki gandi nazar se bachata, kyuki usko lagta tha ki maa ki ye beauty sirf unke parivaar ke liye hai, sirf papa ke liye hai.

Rajsekhar ne Vikram ko yahi sikhaya tha – parivaar ki ijjat sabse upar, maa ki ijjat parivaar ki ijjat. Vikram usse bhi aage chala gaya tha. Wo maa ko apni parivaar ki trophy samajhta tha, jise sirf papa hi haq se chhoo sakte hain, pel sakte hain.