12-02-2026, 05:35 PM
woh bhi H.indu – ke khayal se itna powerful jhadna.
Saansein tez, body pasine se bheegi. veil abhi bhi sir pe tha, lekin dil mein ek hi khayal: “Yeh kya ho gaya mujhe? Main ek ***** mard ke liye itni pagal ho rahi hoon...” Agar Aarav Kumar se dubara mulaqat hogi toh kya hoga? Woh thrill, woh forbidden desire ab ruk nahi raha tha, har raat ko aur tez kar raha tha. Is hi thara ak week guzar gaya.
NEW UPDATE
AARAV KUMAR.
Woh raat office party ki thi – Dubai ke ek luxury hotel mein. Dim golden lights har chamdi par chamak rahi thin, soft Arabic music Bollywood beats ke saath mix ho kar dil ki dhadkan ko tez kar rahi thi. Hawa mein mehenge perfumes ki khushboo, khane-pine ki lazeez mahaak, aur crowd mein har taraf khoobsurat auratein ghum rahi thin. Meri nazar intensity se idhar-udhar ghum rahi thi, jab achanak ak hubsurat ourat veil aur abaya mein ek mummtaz M.uslim Arabiya khatoon, jiske saath mera acha dost Amjad bhi tha. Meri nazrein us par hi jam gayi, hatne ka naam hi na liya.
Amjad apne doston se uska introduction karwa raha tha, aur har mard uski beauty ko upper se neeche tak pee raha tha, jaise koi jaadu ho. Phir Amjad ki nazar mujh par padi, woh mere paas aaya aur bola, “Noureen, yeh mera sabse acha dost Mr. Aarav Kumar hai. Aarav, yeh meri biwi Noureen hai – hum dono ne milkar ek naya project start kiya hai.”
Main soch raha tha ki Amjad mera sachcha dost hai – reliable, down-to-earth. Lekin jaise hi usne mujhe apni biwi Noureen se introduce kiya, tab se duniya badal gayi. Noureen… ya pehli nazar mein hi lund mein current daud gaya, dil ek dum ruk gaya aur phir tez dhadakne laga. Woh long black silky abaya mein khadi thi – fabric uski gori, mulayam chamdi par glide kar raha tha, jaise har chhuan mein aag laga raha ho. Har curve ko tease kar raha tha, romantic hawa mein uski khoobsurti ko aur ubhaar de raha tha. Andar tight black salwar kameez pehni thi, jo 28-inch patli kamar ko nipat kar curves ko itna sharp highlight kar rahi thi ki chalte waqt uski bhari hips hil rahi thin, gaand ki golaiyan silk mein dab kar ubhar rahi thin – har kadam ek sulagti invitation, jaise keh rahi ho, “Aa jao Aarav, chhoo lo mujhe, yeh M.uslim body tumhare H.indu haathon ke liye hi bani hai.”
Push-up bra mein uski 34C bhari chunchiyan ubhar kar aa rahi thin, cleavage ka gehra hint de rahi thi, nipples lace ke andar sakht hokar fabric ko press kar rahe the – jaise tadap rahi hon mere mazboot haathon ke liye, mere garam muh ke liye, mere sakht lund ke liye. Upar deep maroon chiffon dupatta veil style mein lightly sir par daala tha, gardan ke neeche se thoda khula chhoda taaki collarbone aur chhati ka upper curve halka sa jhalak de – modest nazar aati thi, lekin dangerously seductive, jaise chhupa kar bhi bata rahi ho ki andar ki M.uslim aag kitni tez hai, kitni bechain, kitni pyasi mere romantic touch ki.
Maine apni killer smile di – woh wali jo auraton ko paagal kar deti hai – aur bola, “Hi Bhabhi, Amjad toh sach mein lucky hai. Itni khoobsurat biwi… wah, Uski awaaz sunte hi main garam ho gaya, lekin jab usne poocha, “Aap H.indu ho na?” toh masti chha gayi. Maine haskar bola, “Ji haan, pure H.indu mard. Kya… H.indu mard pasand nahi aate kya, Bhabhi?” Woh laal ho gayi, gori chamdi par laali fail gayi, jaise aag lag gayi ho uske chehre par. Haath milaya – mera haath garam aur mazboot, ungliyan uski naram ungliyon par ragdi, current sa daud gaya dono mein – socha, “Yeh M.uslim haath mere H.indu haathon mein kitna perfect lag raha hai, jaise bani hi ek doosre ke liye hon.”
Uski nasheeli aankhein, mote honth, gori chamdi – dil karta tha abhi pakad loon usko, gehri kiss kar loon, abaya utaar kar uski poori body ko mehsoos kar loon, har inch ko chhoon, chaatoon. Amjad has raha tha, lekin mujhe andaza tha yeh forbidden fruit hai – dost ki biwi, M.uslim aurat, khubsurti ki malka. Guilt ka ehsaas hua, “Yeh galat hai Aarav, Amjad tera dost hai, usko dhoka nahi de sakta.” Lekin woh tadap ruk nahi rahi thi, lund jeans mein poora hard ho chuka tha, bulge saaf dikhai de raha tha.
Tabhi Amjad ko call aaya. Usne phone uthaya, phir mud kar mujhse bola, “Aarav, meri biwi ka khayal rakhna, isko bore na hone dena,” yeh bol kar woh chala gaya. Mera dil zor se dhadakne laga – ab hum dono akelay reh gaye the, dim lights mein, background music romantic rhythm bana raha tha, dil ki dhadkanen ek doosre se takra rahi thin. Maine thoda darta hua, lekin jazbaat bhari awaaz mein kaha, “Sach bataun Bhabhi? M.uslim auraton mein ek alag hi charm hota hai, lekin aap mein yeh deadly combination – 28-inch patli kamar, bhari gol hips, 34C ubhri chhati… bohot kam hota hai aisa.” Woh laal ho gayi, chehra garam, uska dil zor se dhadak raha hoga – main uski body ki heat mehsoos kar raha tha, jaise romantic aag sulag rahi ho. Uski aankhein neeche thin sharam se, lekin usne nazuk gussa dikhaya – main jaanta tha woh andar se garam ho rahi hai, uski awaaz mein kapkapi saaf thi.
Phir main bold ho gaya, “Yeh figure kaise maintain karti ho? Kamar itni patli, hips itne gol-mattol, chhati push-up bra mein ubhar kar… H.indu mard hun main, lekin aap jaisi M.uslim beauty pehle kabhi nahi dekhi. Yeh abaya ke neeche chhupa treasure… imagine karne se hi garam ho jata hun.” Usne sharma kar nazrein jhuka li, lekin main ruka nahi – thoda qareeb aa gaya, garam saans uski gardan par daali, whisper kiya, “Agar main hota tumhara pati, toh roz haathon se sehlaata… kamar mazboot pakad kar, hips ko dabata, bhari chunchiyon ko masalta, nipples ko choosta – romantic pyar ki aag mein jalata.”
Woh aur laal ho gayi, boli, “Please aise mat bolo! Kaisi gandi zubaan use kar rahe ho, aapko sharam nahi aati?” Lekin uski awaaz mein wohi kapkapi thi, zubaan larz rahi thi, jaise andar se tarp rahi ho, body mere qareeb aane se garam ho chuki ho, tadap uthi ho. Main ruk nahi paya, sorry bola – andar se guilt mehsoos hua, “Amjad ko pata chal gaya toh dost kho dunga, business barbaad ho jayega, lekin yeh tadap… yeh Noureen ki M.uslim khoobsurati ne mujhe poora paagal kar diya hai.”
Amjad wapas aaya, aur party ka woh jashn dheere-dheere khatam hone laga. Sab log alvida keh rahe the, lekin mera dhyan sirf Noureen par tha – Amjad ki khubsurat M.uslim biwi, jo ab bhi us silk abaya mein chamak rahi thi, jaise chandni raat mein ek haseen sapna. Party khatam hui, aur Amjad ne Noureen ka haath pakda, un dono ne hum sab ko bye kaha. Woh chale gaye, lekin main unko dekhta raha – darwaze se bahar nikalte hue, Noureen ki woh graceful chal, uski bhari gaand silk abaya ke neeche hilti hui, jaise har kadam ke saath mujhe invite kar rahi ho. Uski chhati ka woh ubhar, abaya ke andar se saaf nazar aa raha tha, jaise do bhare hue phal mere liye taiyar hon. Mera dil dhadak raha tha zor-zor se, jaise koi drum baj raha ho mere seene mein – har dhadkan Noureen ka naam le rahi thi.
Car mein baitha, engine start kiya, aur drive karte hue music on kar diya. Gaane baj rahe the, lekin unki awaaz mere kaanon tak nahi pahunch rahi thi – bas Noureen ki woh meethi, sharmili awaaz gunj rahi thi dimag mein, uski woh hasi jo party mein mujhe paagal kar gayi thi, uski laal aankhein jo sharmahat se bhar gayi thin jab maine uski tareef ki. Raste bhar traffic thi, lekin mera dhyan sadak par nahi, Noureen ke chehre par tha – woh nasheeli aankhein veil ke neeche se jhaankti hui, jaise keh rahi hon ‘Aarav, mujhe dekho, mujhe chhoo lo’.
Ghar pahuncha, door lock kiya, lights off kar di – andhera hone laga, lekin mera mann andhera nahi, Noureen ki roshni se bhara hua tha. Bed pe gir gaya, kapde utaare bina, lekin neend door-door tak nahi thi. Sare raat karwatein badalte raha, badan garam, dil bechain. Lund hard rehta hi gaya, jeans tight feel ho rahi thi, jaise woh mota lund bahar nikalne ko tadap raha ho. Soch raha tha Noureen ke baare mein: “Noureen… tumhari woh M.uslim khoobsurati… veil ke neeche woh nasheeli aankhein, jo mere andar aag laga deti hain, woh mote honth jo kiss ke liye bane hain, gori chamdi jo mere H.indu haathon ke neeche glow karti, jaise silk se bhi zyada mulayam. Uski smile – woh sharmili, lekin inviting smile jo dil ko cheer deti hai, jaise keh rahi ho ‘aa jao, mujhe apna bana lo’. Uski sharmahat – jab maine tareef ki, uska chehra laal ho gaya, nazrein jhuk gayin, lekin body garam mehsoos ho rahi thi, jaise andar ki pyas jaag gayi ho, uski saansein tez, chhati upar-neeche hoti hui.
Uski M.uslim body – 34C ki bhari chunchiyan, push-up bra mein ubhar kar, nipples lace ke andar tadap rahe, jaise mere muh mein lene ko bechain. Patli 28 inch kamar, jo mere baahon mein lapetne ke liye perfect bani hai, aur 36 inch ki bhari gaand, jo hil kar pagal kar deti hai, jaise har sway ke saath mujhe challenge de rahi ho ‘pakad lo mujhe’. Yeh sab mere H.indu haathon ke liye bani hai, jaise bhagwan ne specially mere liye design ki ho – ek M.uslim haseena jo mere liye tadap rahi ho.”
Haath neeche chala gaya – jeans kholi, lund bahar nikala, mota, garam, pre-cum se gila, jaise Noureen ki gili chut ke liye taiyar. Hilane laga – dheere-dheere, zor se, soch raha tha Noureen ki tasveer dimag mein: uski gili chut, pink aur tight, ubhri chhati jo mere haathon mein dabne ko bechain, hilti gaand jo mere dhakkon se hil rahi ho. “Noureen… jaan… tumhari yeh M.uslim body… veil utaar kar chunchiyon ko chusoon, nipples pinch kar ke tumhari siskiyaan sunoon – ahh, Aarav, aur zor se. Kamar pakad kar gaand dabaoon, chut mein ungli daal kar gila karoon, uski meethi awaaz sunoon jab woh moan karegi, phir mota lund ghusa doon, zor se chodoonga taaki tum tadap utho ‘Aarav… aur zor se… fuck me harder’. Tum meri ho, sirf meri, Amjad ki nahi – mera lund tumhari chut mein fit hoga jaise puzzle piece.” Bas itna soch kar jhad gaya – zor se, garam maal bahar nikla, body kaanp gayi, saansein phooli, pasina aa gaya, jaise asli sex ke baad ki thakan.
Lekin neend nahi aayi – bar-bar uth kar phone check karta, Amjad se Noureen ka number maangne ka bahana sochta, jaise ‘business ke liye baat karni hai’. Lekin guilt rok deta: “Yeh galat hai… Amjad mera dost hai, uski biwi… agar pata chal gaya toh dosti barbaad, business khatam.” Phir bhi tadap ruk nahi rahi thi – sare raat Noureen ki M.uslim khoobsurati dimag mein ghum rahi thi, uski smile jo sharmili lekin seductive thi, uska sharma kar nazrein jhukana jaise keh rahi ho ‘le lo mujhe’. Lund bar-bar hard ho jata, do-teen baar hilaya raat mein, har baar zyada intense, maal zyada, lekin satisfaction nahi mila – bas Noureen ki yaad mein doobta raha.
Pata nahi kab so gaya, aur sapne mein bhi Noureen hi thi. Main usko chum raha tha, uske pure body ko – pehle uske mote honthon ko chus raha tha, zubaan andar daal kar, uski saans meri saans se mil rahi thi. Phir uske sir se veil nikala, uske lambe baal khol diye, jo mere chehre par gir rahe the, unki khushboo se paagal. Abaya utara, uske andar ki shirt ke upar se chhati dabai, woh bhare hue boobs mere haathon mein dab rahe the, nipples hard ho gaye. Kapde ek-ek kar ke utare – shirt, bra, panty – usko pura nanga kar diya, uski gori chamdi chamak rahi thi, chut gili, ready. Pure body ko kiss kar raha tha, har inch – gardan se le kar chhati, kamar, gaand, thighs – aur tareefein kar raha tha: “Noureen, tumhari yeh chunchiyan kitni perfect hain, yeh gaand jaise mere liye bani hai, yeh chut meri hai.” Woh moan kar rahi thi, “Aarav, chodo mujhe.”
Lekin achanak sapne mein Amjad aa gaya, gusse se bhara, aur main dar ke maare aankh khol baitha. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha, pasina aa raha tha. Soch raha tha: “Mujhe yeh kya ho gaya hai? Amjad mera bohot acha dost hai, business partner, lekin uski khubsurat M.uslim biwi ne mujhe paagal kar diya hai. Yeh tadap, yeh obsession – yeh galat hai, lekin ruk nahi rahi.” Raat bhar bechain raha, Noureen ki yaad mein dooba, lund ab bhi hard, jaise keh raha ho ‘usko paa lo’.
Dusre Din Office Subah utha, neend poori nahi hui thi – raat bhar Noureen ke sapne, uski gori chamdi mere haathon ke neeche, uski siskiyaan mere kaanon mein gunj rahi thin. Shower liya, paani badan par gir raha tha, lekin soch raha tha Noureen ki gili body ko chhune ka, uski chut ko ungli se sehlane ka. Kapde pehne, office ke liye nikla, lekin dil kahin nahi tha – har kadam pe Noureen ki yaad, uski veil wali M.uslim khoobsurati, jaise ek nasha jo utar nahi raha.
Office pahuncha, time pe – meeting thi, clients se baat karni thi, code review pending tha. Chair pe baitha, laptop khola, screen pe code dikha, lekin nazar wahin atak gayi – dimag mein Noureen ki tasveer ubhar aayi: uski nasheeli aankhein veil ke neeche se jhaankti hui, jaise keh rahi hon ‘Aarav, mujhe dekho, mujhe mehsoos karo’. Mote honth, pink aur juicy, jo kiss ke liye tadap rahe hon, gori chamdi jo mere H.indu haathon ke liye bani ho, veil ke neeche chhupi woh pyas jo sirf main bujha sakta hoon. Har jagah Noureen basi hui thi dimag mein – jaise woh meri zindagi ka hissa ban gayi ho, har pal, har saans mein.
Coffee machine ke paas gaya, mug bhara, garam coffee peete hue soch raha tha uske honthon ko chusne ka – woh mote honth mere muh mein, zubaan se chatna, uski saans garam mehsoos hona, uska badan mere badan se chipakna. Lift mein jaate hue, logon ke beech khada, lekin dimag mein Noureen ki bhari gaand – 36 inch ki woh gol, hilti hui gaand ko dabane ka khayal, haathon se masalne ka, uski cheekh nikalne ka ‘Aarav… ahh…’. Desk pe baitha, keyboard pe haath rakha, lekin soch raha tha uski chhati ko masalne ka – 34C ki bhari chunchiyan, push-up bra mein ubhar kar, nipples ko pinch karne ka, uski siskiyaan sunne ka, jaise woh mere liye moan kar rahi ho.
Kaam mein dil bilkul nahi lag raha tha – code likhta, syntax errors aati, galtiyan hoti ja rahi thin, jaise dimag paralyzed ho gaya ho Noureen ki yaad se. Meeting mein baitha tha, boss presentation chal rahi thi, slides pe figures aur graphs aa rahe the, lekin mera dhyan kahin aur tha – Noureen ke us sharmile chehre pe, uski nasheeli aankhon pe, uske hilte hue curves pe. Achanak boss ki awaaz zor se gunji: “Aarav, kya baat hai? Focused nahi lag rahe ho aaj. Kuch problem hai kya?” Sabki nazrein mujh par aa gayi, meeting room mein sannata chha gaya. Maine jhat se has kar taal diya, thoda awkward smile dete hue bola, “Kuch nahi sir, bas thoda thaka hua hoon, raat ko late tak kaam kiya tha.” Boss ne sir hila kar bola, “Theek hai, lekin focus rakho,” aur presentation continue kar di.
Lekin andar se dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Jaise hi boss ne baat khatam ki, Amjad – jo meeting mein mera saath baitha tha – ne muskurate hue mere kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Aarav bhai, kya baat hai? Lagta hai kisi khayalon mein kho gaye ho aaj.” Uski awaaz mein masti thi, jaise woh mazak kar raha ho, lekin uski muskurahat dekh kar mera dil aur tez dhadakne laga. Maine has diya, bahar se normal dikhane ki koshish ki, lekin andar se soch raha tha: “Tumhe pata hai kya Amjad? Tumhari hi M.uslim biwi ne mujhe pareshan kar diya hai. Noureen… uski woh khubsurati, woh sexy body – 34C ki bhari chunchiyan jo abaya ke andar se ubhar kar aati hain, woh patli kamar jo mere haathon mein fit ho jaye, woh 36 inch ki bhari gaand jo har kadam pe hilti hai jaise mujhe seduce kar rahi ho. Uski gori chamdi, veil ke neeche chhupi woh nasheeli aankhein jo sharma kar jhuk jati hain lekin andar se pyas dikha rahi hoti hain. Uske mote honth jo kiss ke liye bane hain, uski smile jo sharmili lekin inviting hai – yeh sab ne mujhe pagal kar diya hai. Raat bhar uske bare mein sochta hoon, lund hard rehta hai, hilata hoon uski tasveer banakar dimag mein, lekin pyas bujhti nahi. Tumhari biwi… sirf tumhari biwi ne mere H.indu dil ko M.uslim nasha de diya hai.”
Yeh sab soch kar maine sirf has diya, Amjad ko bola, “Arre bhai, kuch nahi, bas project ka tension hai.” Lekin andar se guilt aur tadap ka toofan uth raha tha – Amjad mera dost hai, business partner, lekin uski biwi ki yaad ne mujhe itna bechain kar diya tha ki meeting khatam hone ke baad bhi main uski muskurahat dekh kar soch raha tha. Apni seat par aa kar baith gaya. Desk ke neeche lund hard ho raha tha, jeans tight, dard hone laga – Noureen ki yaad se pre-cum nikal raha tha. Uth kar bathroom mein gaya, door lock kiya, pants neeche ki, lund bahar nikala – mota, garam, veins ubhari hui. Hilane laga zor se, soch raha tha Noureen ki chut gili hai meri tareefon se, uski nipples sakht hain meri nazron se, jaise party mein woh sharma rahi thi lekin andar se garam ho gayi thi. “Noureen… jaan… tumhari yeh gili chut mere lund ke liye bani hai, zor se chodunga taaki tum cheekh utho.” Bas itna soch kar jhad gaya – garam maal bahar gira, body kaanp gayi, saansein tez, lekin pyas aur badh gayi, jaise ek sip se pyaas bujhe nahi.
Kai din tak yahi haal raha – har roz office jaata, lekin sochta raha Noureen se kis tarah mulaqat ki jaye, usko dubara dekhne ka, chhune ka. Raaton ko neend nahi, din mein kaam nahi – bas Noureen ki obsession. Phir ek din dimag mein ek khayal aaya: Kyun na Amjad ko call karoon, usko bolo ki hamare jo new project hai uske silsile mein kuch points discuss karne hain, aur raat ko tumhare ghar pe dinner bhi karunga, bhabhi ke haath ka bana hua khana bhi khaunga. Yeh bahana perfect tha – dosti ko maintain karte hue Noureen se milna.
Toh maine Amjad ko phone kiya, bahana banaya: “Bhai, us project ka update de do, kal mil kar baat kar lein? Main ghar aa jaoon dinner pe, relaxed baat karenge.” Amjad khush ho gaya, hasa aur bola: “Bilkul Aarav bhai, aa jao. Noureen ko bol deta hoon special bana de – uske haath ka khana tumhe pasand aayega.” Phone par Noureen ki awaaz sun kar dil zor se dhadka – Noureen se milna, usko dekhna, shayad touch karna, uski khushboo mehsoos karna. Guilt tha andar – “Amjad ko dhoka de raha hoon… uska dost hoon, business partner, agar pata chal gaya toh sab barbaad, dosti khatam, family drama.” Lekin tadap zyada thi, socha: “Bas ek baar aur dekh loon uski M.uslim khoobsurati – woh perfect curves, 28 inch ki patli kamar, bhari chhati aur gaand, woh sharmili smile jo inviting hai, woh sharmahat jab nazrein jhukati hain lekin body garam ho jati hai – phir control kar loonga khud ko.” Lekin dil mein jaanta tha yeh jhooth hai, yeh tadap rukne wali nahi thi – Noureen ki yaad ab addiction ban gayi thi, har pal usko paane ki chahat badh rahi thi, jaise ek M.uslim haseena mere H.indu dil ko jeet rahi ho.
“Kal dinner pe jaunga… Noureen ko dekhunga, uski khushboo sunghunga, shayad haath lag jayega… bas ek baar uski garam saans mehsoos kar loon.” Phir khud ko samjhata, “Yeh galat hai, Amjad ko dhoka mat de,” lekin dil kehta, “Bas ek mulaqat… phir ruk jaunga.” Lekin jaanta tha, yeh jhooth hai – Noureen ki sexy M.uslim body ab mere khoon mein ghus chuki thi, har dhadkan uske naam ki thi.
Saansein tez, body pasine se bheegi. veil abhi bhi sir pe tha, lekin dil mein ek hi khayal: “Yeh kya ho gaya mujhe? Main ek ***** mard ke liye itni pagal ho rahi hoon...” Agar Aarav Kumar se dubara mulaqat hogi toh kya hoga? Woh thrill, woh forbidden desire ab ruk nahi raha tha, har raat ko aur tez kar raha tha. Is hi thara ak week guzar gaya.
NEW UPDATE
AARAV KUMAR.
Woh raat office party ki thi – Dubai ke ek luxury hotel mein. Dim golden lights har chamdi par chamak rahi thin, soft Arabic music Bollywood beats ke saath mix ho kar dil ki dhadkan ko tez kar rahi thi. Hawa mein mehenge perfumes ki khushboo, khane-pine ki lazeez mahaak, aur crowd mein har taraf khoobsurat auratein ghum rahi thin. Meri nazar intensity se idhar-udhar ghum rahi thi, jab achanak ak hubsurat ourat veil aur abaya mein ek mummtaz M.uslim Arabiya khatoon, jiske saath mera acha dost Amjad bhi tha. Meri nazrein us par hi jam gayi, hatne ka naam hi na liya.
Amjad apne doston se uska introduction karwa raha tha, aur har mard uski beauty ko upper se neeche tak pee raha tha, jaise koi jaadu ho. Phir Amjad ki nazar mujh par padi, woh mere paas aaya aur bola, “Noureen, yeh mera sabse acha dost Mr. Aarav Kumar hai. Aarav, yeh meri biwi Noureen hai – hum dono ne milkar ek naya project start kiya hai.”
Main soch raha tha ki Amjad mera sachcha dost hai – reliable, down-to-earth. Lekin jaise hi usne mujhe apni biwi Noureen se introduce kiya, tab se duniya badal gayi. Noureen… ya pehli nazar mein hi lund mein current daud gaya, dil ek dum ruk gaya aur phir tez dhadakne laga. Woh long black silky abaya mein khadi thi – fabric uski gori, mulayam chamdi par glide kar raha tha, jaise har chhuan mein aag laga raha ho. Har curve ko tease kar raha tha, romantic hawa mein uski khoobsurti ko aur ubhaar de raha tha. Andar tight black salwar kameez pehni thi, jo 28-inch patli kamar ko nipat kar curves ko itna sharp highlight kar rahi thi ki chalte waqt uski bhari hips hil rahi thin, gaand ki golaiyan silk mein dab kar ubhar rahi thin – har kadam ek sulagti invitation, jaise keh rahi ho, “Aa jao Aarav, chhoo lo mujhe, yeh M.uslim body tumhare H.indu haathon ke liye hi bani hai.”
Push-up bra mein uski 34C bhari chunchiyan ubhar kar aa rahi thin, cleavage ka gehra hint de rahi thi, nipples lace ke andar sakht hokar fabric ko press kar rahe the – jaise tadap rahi hon mere mazboot haathon ke liye, mere garam muh ke liye, mere sakht lund ke liye. Upar deep maroon chiffon dupatta veil style mein lightly sir par daala tha, gardan ke neeche se thoda khula chhoda taaki collarbone aur chhati ka upper curve halka sa jhalak de – modest nazar aati thi, lekin dangerously seductive, jaise chhupa kar bhi bata rahi ho ki andar ki M.uslim aag kitni tez hai, kitni bechain, kitni pyasi mere romantic touch ki.
Maine apni killer smile di – woh wali jo auraton ko paagal kar deti hai – aur bola, “Hi Bhabhi, Amjad toh sach mein lucky hai. Itni khoobsurat biwi… wah, Uski awaaz sunte hi main garam ho gaya, lekin jab usne poocha, “Aap H.indu ho na?” toh masti chha gayi. Maine haskar bola, “Ji haan, pure H.indu mard. Kya… H.indu mard pasand nahi aate kya, Bhabhi?” Woh laal ho gayi, gori chamdi par laali fail gayi, jaise aag lag gayi ho uske chehre par. Haath milaya – mera haath garam aur mazboot, ungliyan uski naram ungliyon par ragdi, current sa daud gaya dono mein – socha, “Yeh M.uslim haath mere H.indu haathon mein kitna perfect lag raha hai, jaise bani hi ek doosre ke liye hon.”
Uski nasheeli aankhein, mote honth, gori chamdi – dil karta tha abhi pakad loon usko, gehri kiss kar loon, abaya utaar kar uski poori body ko mehsoos kar loon, har inch ko chhoon, chaatoon. Amjad has raha tha, lekin mujhe andaza tha yeh forbidden fruit hai – dost ki biwi, M.uslim aurat, khubsurti ki malka. Guilt ka ehsaas hua, “Yeh galat hai Aarav, Amjad tera dost hai, usko dhoka nahi de sakta.” Lekin woh tadap ruk nahi rahi thi, lund jeans mein poora hard ho chuka tha, bulge saaf dikhai de raha tha.
Tabhi Amjad ko call aaya. Usne phone uthaya, phir mud kar mujhse bola, “Aarav, meri biwi ka khayal rakhna, isko bore na hone dena,” yeh bol kar woh chala gaya. Mera dil zor se dhadakne laga – ab hum dono akelay reh gaye the, dim lights mein, background music romantic rhythm bana raha tha, dil ki dhadkanen ek doosre se takra rahi thin. Maine thoda darta hua, lekin jazbaat bhari awaaz mein kaha, “Sach bataun Bhabhi? M.uslim auraton mein ek alag hi charm hota hai, lekin aap mein yeh deadly combination – 28-inch patli kamar, bhari gol hips, 34C ubhri chhati… bohot kam hota hai aisa.” Woh laal ho gayi, chehra garam, uska dil zor se dhadak raha hoga – main uski body ki heat mehsoos kar raha tha, jaise romantic aag sulag rahi ho. Uski aankhein neeche thin sharam se, lekin usne nazuk gussa dikhaya – main jaanta tha woh andar se garam ho rahi hai, uski awaaz mein kapkapi saaf thi.
Phir main bold ho gaya, “Yeh figure kaise maintain karti ho? Kamar itni patli, hips itne gol-mattol, chhati push-up bra mein ubhar kar… H.indu mard hun main, lekin aap jaisi M.uslim beauty pehle kabhi nahi dekhi. Yeh abaya ke neeche chhupa treasure… imagine karne se hi garam ho jata hun.” Usne sharma kar nazrein jhuka li, lekin main ruka nahi – thoda qareeb aa gaya, garam saans uski gardan par daali, whisper kiya, “Agar main hota tumhara pati, toh roz haathon se sehlaata… kamar mazboot pakad kar, hips ko dabata, bhari chunchiyon ko masalta, nipples ko choosta – romantic pyar ki aag mein jalata.”
Woh aur laal ho gayi, boli, “Please aise mat bolo! Kaisi gandi zubaan use kar rahe ho, aapko sharam nahi aati?” Lekin uski awaaz mein wohi kapkapi thi, zubaan larz rahi thi, jaise andar se tarp rahi ho, body mere qareeb aane se garam ho chuki ho, tadap uthi ho. Main ruk nahi paya, sorry bola – andar se guilt mehsoos hua, “Amjad ko pata chal gaya toh dost kho dunga, business barbaad ho jayega, lekin yeh tadap… yeh Noureen ki M.uslim khoobsurati ne mujhe poora paagal kar diya hai.”
Amjad wapas aaya, aur party ka woh jashn dheere-dheere khatam hone laga. Sab log alvida keh rahe the, lekin mera dhyan sirf Noureen par tha – Amjad ki khubsurat M.uslim biwi, jo ab bhi us silk abaya mein chamak rahi thi, jaise chandni raat mein ek haseen sapna. Party khatam hui, aur Amjad ne Noureen ka haath pakda, un dono ne hum sab ko bye kaha. Woh chale gaye, lekin main unko dekhta raha – darwaze se bahar nikalte hue, Noureen ki woh graceful chal, uski bhari gaand silk abaya ke neeche hilti hui, jaise har kadam ke saath mujhe invite kar rahi ho. Uski chhati ka woh ubhar, abaya ke andar se saaf nazar aa raha tha, jaise do bhare hue phal mere liye taiyar hon. Mera dil dhadak raha tha zor-zor se, jaise koi drum baj raha ho mere seene mein – har dhadkan Noureen ka naam le rahi thi.
Car mein baitha, engine start kiya, aur drive karte hue music on kar diya. Gaane baj rahe the, lekin unki awaaz mere kaanon tak nahi pahunch rahi thi – bas Noureen ki woh meethi, sharmili awaaz gunj rahi thi dimag mein, uski woh hasi jo party mein mujhe paagal kar gayi thi, uski laal aankhein jo sharmahat se bhar gayi thin jab maine uski tareef ki. Raste bhar traffic thi, lekin mera dhyan sadak par nahi, Noureen ke chehre par tha – woh nasheeli aankhein veil ke neeche se jhaankti hui, jaise keh rahi hon ‘Aarav, mujhe dekho, mujhe chhoo lo’.
Ghar pahuncha, door lock kiya, lights off kar di – andhera hone laga, lekin mera mann andhera nahi, Noureen ki roshni se bhara hua tha. Bed pe gir gaya, kapde utaare bina, lekin neend door-door tak nahi thi. Sare raat karwatein badalte raha, badan garam, dil bechain. Lund hard rehta hi gaya, jeans tight feel ho rahi thi, jaise woh mota lund bahar nikalne ko tadap raha ho. Soch raha tha Noureen ke baare mein: “Noureen… tumhari woh M.uslim khoobsurati… veil ke neeche woh nasheeli aankhein, jo mere andar aag laga deti hain, woh mote honth jo kiss ke liye bane hain, gori chamdi jo mere H.indu haathon ke neeche glow karti, jaise silk se bhi zyada mulayam. Uski smile – woh sharmili, lekin inviting smile jo dil ko cheer deti hai, jaise keh rahi ho ‘aa jao, mujhe apna bana lo’. Uski sharmahat – jab maine tareef ki, uska chehra laal ho gaya, nazrein jhuk gayin, lekin body garam mehsoos ho rahi thi, jaise andar ki pyas jaag gayi ho, uski saansein tez, chhati upar-neeche hoti hui.
Uski M.uslim body – 34C ki bhari chunchiyan, push-up bra mein ubhar kar, nipples lace ke andar tadap rahe, jaise mere muh mein lene ko bechain. Patli 28 inch kamar, jo mere baahon mein lapetne ke liye perfect bani hai, aur 36 inch ki bhari gaand, jo hil kar pagal kar deti hai, jaise har sway ke saath mujhe challenge de rahi ho ‘pakad lo mujhe’. Yeh sab mere H.indu haathon ke liye bani hai, jaise bhagwan ne specially mere liye design ki ho – ek M.uslim haseena jo mere liye tadap rahi ho.”
Haath neeche chala gaya – jeans kholi, lund bahar nikala, mota, garam, pre-cum se gila, jaise Noureen ki gili chut ke liye taiyar. Hilane laga – dheere-dheere, zor se, soch raha tha Noureen ki tasveer dimag mein: uski gili chut, pink aur tight, ubhri chhati jo mere haathon mein dabne ko bechain, hilti gaand jo mere dhakkon se hil rahi ho. “Noureen… jaan… tumhari yeh M.uslim body… veil utaar kar chunchiyon ko chusoon, nipples pinch kar ke tumhari siskiyaan sunoon – ahh, Aarav, aur zor se. Kamar pakad kar gaand dabaoon, chut mein ungli daal kar gila karoon, uski meethi awaaz sunoon jab woh moan karegi, phir mota lund ghusa doon, zor se chodoonga taaki tum tadap utho ‘Aarav… aur zor se… fuck me harder’. Tum meri ho, sirf meri, Amjad ki nahi – mera lund tumhari chut mein fit hoga jaise puzzle piece.” Bas itna soch kar jhad gaya – zor se, garam maal bahar nikla, body kaanp gayi, saansein phooli, pasina aa gaya, jaise asli sex ke baad ki thakan.
Lekin neend nahi aayi – bar-bar uth kar phone check karta, Amjad se Noureen ka number maangne ka bahana sochta, jaise ‘business ke liye baat karni hai’. Lekin guilt rok deta: “Yeh galat hai… Amjad mera dost hai, uski biwi… agar pata chal gaya toh dosti barbaad, business khatam.” Phir bhi tadap ruk nahi rahi thi – sare raat Noureen ki M.uslim khoobsurati dimag mein ghum rahi thi, uski smile jo sharmili lekin seductive thi, uska sharma kar nazrein jhukana jaise keh rahi ho ‘le lo mujhe’. Lund bar-bar hard ho jata, do-teen baar hilaya raat mein, har baar zyada intense, maal zyada, lekin satisfaction nahi mila – bas Noureen ki yaad mein doobta raha.
Pata nahi kab so gaya, aur sapne mein bhi Noureen hi thi. Main usko chum raha tha, uske pure body ko – pehle uske mote honthon ko chus raha tha, zubaan andar daal kar, uski saans meri saans se mil rahi thi. Phir uske sir se veil nikala, uske lambe baal khol diye, jo mere chehre par gir rahe the, unki khushboo se paagal. Abaya utara, uske andar ki shirt ke upar se chhati dabai, woh bhare hue boobs mere haathon mein dab rahe the, nipples hard ho gaye. Kapde ek-ek kar ke utare – shirt, bra, panty – usko pura nanga kar diya, uski gori chamdi chamak rahi thi, chut gili, ready. Pure body ko kiss kar raha tha, har inch – gardan se le kar chhati, kamar, gaand, thighs – aur tareefein kar raha tha: “Noureen, tumhari yeh chunchiyan kitni perfect hain, yeh gaand jaise mere liye bani hai, yeh chut meri hai.” Woh moan kar rahi thi, “Aarav, chodo mujhe.”
Lekin achanak sapne mein Amjad aa gaya, gusse se bhara, aur main dar ke maare aankh khol baitha. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha, pasina aa raha tha. Soch raha tha: “Mujhe yeh kya ho gaya hai? Amjad mera bohot acha dost hai, business partner, lekin uski khubsurat M.uslim biwi ne mujhe paagal kar diya hai. Yeh tadap, yeh obsession – yeh galat hai, lekin ruk nahi rahi.” Raat bhar bechain raha, Noureen ki yaad mein dooba, lund ab bhi hard, jaise keh raha ho ‘usko paa lo’.
Dusre Din Office Subah utha, neend poori nahi hui thi – raat bhar Noureen ke sapne, uski gori chamdi mere haathon ke neeche, uski siskiyaan mere kaanon mein gunj rahi thin. Shower liya, paani badan par gir raha tha, lekin soch raha tha Noureen ki gili body ko chhune ka, uski chut ko ungli se sehlane ka. Kapde pehne, office ke liye nikla, lekin dil kahin nahi tha – har kadam pe Noureen ki yaad, uski veil wali M.uslim khoobsurati, jaise ek nasha jo utar nahi raha.
Office pahuncha, time pe – meeting thi, clients se baat karni thi, code review pending tha. Chair pe baitha, laptop khola, screen pe code dikha, lekin nazar wahin atak gayi – dimag mein Noureen ki tasveer ubhar aayi: uski nasheeli aankhein veil ke neeche se jhaankti hui, jaise keh rahi hon ‘Aarav, mujhe dekho, mujhe mehsoos karo’. Mote honth, pink aur juicy, jo kiss ke liye tadap rahe hon, gori chamdi jo mere H.indu haathon ke liye bani ho, veil ke neeche chhupi woh pyas jo sirf main bujha sakta hoon. Har jagah Noureen basi hui thi dimag mein – jaise woh meri zindagi ka hissa ban gayi ho, har pal, har saans mein.
Coffee machine ke paas gaya, mug bhara, garam coffee peete hue soch raha tha uske honthon ko chusne ka – woh mote honth mere muh mein, zubaan se chatna, uski saans garam mehsoos hona, uska badan mere badan se chipakna. Lift mein jaate hue, logon ke beech khada, lekin dimag mein Noureen ki bhari gaand – 36 inch ki woh gol, hilti hui gaand ko dabane ka khayal, haathon se masalne ka, uski cheekh nikalne ka ‘Aarav… ahh…’. Desk pe baitha, keyboard pe haath rakha, lekin soch raha tha uski chhati ko masalne ka – 34C ki bhari chunchiyan, push-up bra mein ubhar kar, nipples ko pinch karne ka, uski siskiyaan sunne ka, jaise woh mere liye moan kar rahi ho.
Kaam mein dil bilkul nahi lag raha tha – code likhta, syntax errors aati, galtiyan hoti ja rahi thin, jaise dimag paralyzed ho gaya ho Noureen ki yaad se. Meeting mein baitha tha, boss presentation chal rahi thi, slides pe figures aur graphs aa rahe the, lekin mera dhyan kahin aur tha – Noureen ke us sharmile chehre pe, uski nasheeli aankhon pe, uske hilte hue curves pe. Achanak boss ki awaaz zor se gunji: “Aarav, kya baat hai? Focused nahi lag rahe ho aaj. Kuch problem hai kya?” Sabki nazrein mujh par aa gayi, meeting room mein sannata chha gaya. Maine jhat se has kar taal diya, thoda awkward smile dete hue bola, “Kuch nahi sir, bas thoda thaka hua hoon, raat ko late tak kaam kiya tha.” Boss ne sir hila kar bola, “Theek hai, lekin focus rakho,” aur presentation continue kar di.
Lekin andar se dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Jaise hi boss ne baat khatam ki, Amjad – jo meeting mein mera saath baitha tha – ne muskurate hue mere kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Aarav bhai, kya baat hai? Lagta hai kisi khayalon mein kho gaye ho aaj.” Uski awaaz mein masti thi, jaise woh mazak kar raha ho, lekin uski muskurahat dekh kar mera dil aur tez dhadakne laga. Maine has diya, bahar se normal dikhane ki koshish ki, lekin andar se soch raha tha: “Tumhe pata hai kya Amjad? Tumhari hi M.uslim biwi ne mujhe pareshan kar diya hai. Noureen… uski woh khubsurati, woh sexy body – 34C ki bhari chunchiyan jo abaya ke andar se ubhar kar aati hain, woh patli kamar jo mere haathon mein fit ho jaye, woh 36 inch ki bhari gaand jo har kadam pe hilti hai jaise mujhe seduce kar rahi ho. Uski gori chamdi, veil ke neeche chhupi woh nasheeli aankhein jo sharma kar jhuk jati hain lekin andar se pyas dikha rahi hoti hain. Uske mote honth jo kiss ke liye bane hain, uski smile jo sharmili lekin inviting hai – yeh sab ne mujhe pagal kar diya hai. Raat bhar uske bare mein sochta hoon, lund hard rehta hai, hilata hoon uski tasveer banakar dimag mein, lekin pyas bujhti nahi. Tumhari biwi… sirf tumhari biwi ne mere H.indu dil ko M.uslim nasha de diya hai.”
Yeh sab soch kar maine sirf has diya, Amjad ko bola, “Arre bhai, kuch nahi, bas project ka tension hai.” Lekin andar se guilt aur tadap ka toofan uth raha tha – Amjad mera dost hai, business partner, lekin uski biwi ki yaad ne mujhe itna bechain kar diya tha ki meeting khatam hone ke baad bhi main uski muskurahat dekh kar soch raha tha. Apni seat par aa kar baith gaya. Desk ke neeche lund hard ho raha tha, jeans tight, dard hone laga – Noureen ki yaad se pre-cum nikal raha tha. Uth kar bathroom mein gaya, door lock kiya, pants neeche ki, lund bahar nikala – mota, garam, veins ubhari hui. Hilane laga zor se, soch raha tha Noureen ki chut gili hai meri tareefon se, uski nipples sakht hain meri nazron se, jaise party mein woh sharma rahi thi lekin andar se garam ho gayi thi. “Noureen… jaan… tumhari yeh gili chut mere lund ke liye bani hai, zor se chodunga taaki tum cheekh utho.” Bas itna soch kar jhad gaya – garam maal bahar gira, body kaanp gayi, saansein tez, lekin pyas aur badh gayi, jaise ek sip se pyaas bujhe nahi.
Kai din tak yahi haal raha – har roz office jaata, lekin sochta raha Noureen se kis tarah mulaqat ki jaye, usko dubara dekhne ka, chhune ka. Raaton ko neend nahi, din mein kaam nahi – bas Noureen ki obsession. Phir ek din dimag mein ek khayal aaya: Kyun na Amjad ko call karoon, usko bolo ki hamare jo new project hai uske silsile mein kuch points discuss karne hain, aur raat ko tumhare ghar pe dinner bhi karunga, bhabhi ke haath ka bana hua khana bhi khaunga. Yeh bahana perfect tha – dosti ko maintain karte hue Noureen se milna.
Toh maine Amjad ko phone kiya, bahana banaya: “Bhai, us project ka update de do, kal mil kar baat kar lein? Main ghar aa jaoon dinner pe, relaxed baat karenge.” Amjad khush ho gaya, hasa aur bola: “Bilkul Aarav bhai, aa jao. Noureen ko bol deta hoon special bana de – uske haath ka khana tumhe pasand aayega.” Phone par Noureen ki awaaz sun kar dil zor se dhadka – Noureen se milna, usko dekhna, shayad touch karna, uski khushboo mehsoos karna. Guilt tha andar – “Amjad ko dhoka de raha hoon… uska dost hoon, business partner, agar pata chal gaya toh sab barbaad, dosti khatam, family drama.” Lekin tadap zyada thi, socha: “Bas ek baar aur dekh loon uski M.uslim khoobsurati – woh perfect curves, 28 inch ki patli kamar, bhari chhati aur gaand, woh sharmili smile jo inviting hai, woh sharmahat jab nazrein jhukati hain lekin body garam ho jati hai – phir control kar loonga khud ko.” Lekin dil mein jaanta tha yeh jhooth hai, yeh tadap rukne wali nahi thi – Noureen ki yaad ab addiction ban gayi thi, har pal usko paane ki chahat badh rahi thi, jaise ek M.uslim haseena mere H.indu dil ko jeet rahi ho.
“Kal dinner pe jaunga… Noureen ko dekhunga, uski khushboo sunghunga, shayad haath lag jayega… bas ek baar uski garam saans mehsoos kar loon.” Phir khud ko samjhata, “Yeh galat hai, Amjad ko dhoka mat de,” lekin dil kehta, “Bas ek mulaqat… phir ruk jaunga.” Lekin jaanta tha, yeh jhooth hai – Noureen ki sexy M.uslim body ab mere khoon mein ghus chuki thi, har dhadkan uske naam ki thi.
Mis Khan
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