Misc. Erotica Shreya Ke Raaz: Kab tak Chhupenge

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Chapter 7

Shreya darwaza band karke peeche palti hi thi ki Rohit living room mein khada uski taraf gusse mein dekh raha tha. 

Shreya apni nazrein churate hue zameen ki taraf dekhne lagi. Uska jism abhi bhi Manish ki chudai se thakan aur ghin mehsoos kar raha tha. Usne apni long skirt ko halka sa jhatka aur bina Rohit ki taraf dekhe, tezi se kitchen ki taraf badh gayi. Use pata tha ki agar usne Rohit ki aankhon mein dekh liya, toh uska jhoot pakda jayega.

"Mummy!" Rohit ki aawaz living room mein goonji. Woh peeche se kisi ghaayal sher ki tarah dahadta hua kitchen mein aa gaya. 

"Woh aadmi Saturday ko hamare ghar kya kar raha tha? Aapne dekha hai woh kaise behave karta hai? Jaise yeh uska apna ghar ho!"

Shreya ne kitchen ka nal khol diya taaki pani ki aawaz uski dhadkanon ko chhupa sake. 

"Maine bataya na Rohit... office ka kaam tha. Rishabh ki tabiyat kharab thi toh Sir ko files dene khud aana pada. Tum itni chhoti si baat ka itna bada issue kyun bana rahe ho?"

"Issue?" Rohit ka chehra gusse se laal tha aur mutthiyan bheenchi hui thi. "Aapko lagta hai main bacha hoon? Woh chocolate... usne mujhe woh chocolate aise di jaise main koi sadak par khada bhikari hoon. Aur aap? Aapne use roka tak nahi! Aap bas khadi rahi, jaise aap usse darr rahi ho... ya phir usse..."

"Ya phir kya, Rohit?!" Shreya palat kar cheekh padi. "Main tumhari mummy hoon. Mujhse aise baat mat karo!"

"Mummy hone ka matlab yeh nahi ki aap mujhe bevakoof banaye!" Rohit ne kitchen counter par zor se hath mara, jisse wahan rakha glass thar-tharra utha. 

"Aapne dekha nahi woh aapko kaise dekh raha tha? Aapse kaise bol raha tha? Jaise aap office ki employee nahi, balki...." Rohit apna sentence poora nahi kar paaya. "Saturday ko kaunsa aisa urgent project hota hai jisme Boss ko ghar aana pade?" Rohit gusse mein bolta gaya.

"Rohit! Bas!" Shreya ka poora shareer kaanp sa raha tha, aaj pehli baar Rohit ne usse is tarah se baat ki thi. "Tumhe kya pata ki office mein kya pressure hota hai. Agar main unse badtameezi karti toh meri naukri chali jaati. Phir kaun bharega tumhari college ki fees? Kaun chalayega yeh ghar?"

"Toh kya ghar chalane ke liye aap kuch bhi karengi?" Rohit ki kadwahat bhari aawaz ne Shreya ke kaleje ko cheer diya.

Shreya ne aage badkar Rohit ke chehre par ek zor ka thappad lagaya. Kitchen mein sannata chha gaya. 

Rohit kuch pal apne gaal par haath rakhe Shreya ko gusse mein dekhta reh gaya tha, use yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki uski mummy ne use thappad maar diya tha, aur woh bhi apne boss ke liye. Jaise hi Rohit ne gaal se haath hataya wahan Shreya ki ungliyon ke laal nishaan they. Woh bina kuch bole tezi se muda aur ghar ka darwaza kholte hue bahar nikal gaya.

Shreya ka hath kaanp raha tha, use khud yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki usne abhi-abhi kya kiya tha. Isse pehle ki woh Rohit ko rok paati woh ghar se nikal chuka tha.

"Rohit! Suno... ruko!" Shreya darwaze khol kar bahar ki taraf bhaagi, par tab tak Rohit lift mein ghus chuka tha.

Shreya wapis ghar mein aate hue sofa par dher ho gayi. Uska jism abhi bhi Manish ki chhuan se dukh raha tha, par usse kahin jyada dard use Rohit se hui is ladayi se ho raha tha. Uski aankhon se aansu behne lage aur woh kab thakaan se choor ho kar wahin sofe par so gayi use pata bhi nahi chala.

Neeche building ke compound mein, Rohit gusse mein building ke peeche ki side par aa gaya. Woh wahan ek kone mein baitha gehri saansein le raha tha, uski mutthiyan abhi bhi bheenchi hui thi. Aaj itne saalo baad uski mummy ne us par hath uthaya tha.

"Mummy... aapne mujhe maara?" Rohit ne mann hi mann socha. Woh toh bas unke baare mein hi sochta tha, ki kaise woh unhe is duniya ki gandi nazron se bacha kar rakhe. Use Khanna uncle ki nazron se darr lagta tha, use Manish Kapoor ki niyat par shaq tha... woh sirf unka dhaal banna chahta tha, par aaj uski dhaal hi us par toot padi thi.

Tabhi usne mehsoos kiya ki koi wahan kafi der se uski taraf dekh raha tha. Usne nazrein uthayi toh dekha Khanna uncle ki beti, Naina thodi door khadi uski taraf dekh rahi thi.

Naina apne naam ki tarah hi badi aur gehri aankhon wali ladki thi, jinmein hamesha ek shararat jhalakti rehti thi. Uska jism slim aur athletic tha, jyada curves toh nahi they, aur chest size bhi thoda chota tha, par uski body ek dum tight aur fit thi. 

Aisa lagta tha jaise saalon ki dance aur practice ne uske jism ko ek perfect shape mein dhaal diya ho. Uska har move, uska chalna aur baithna, sab mein ek dancer wali flexibility aur confidence jhalakta tha jo Rohit ko aksar awkward kar deta tha.

Naina ne aaj ek yellow top aur black jeans pehni hui thi.

"Kya hua?" Naina ne building ki munder par peeche lean hote hue pucha, "Kisne thappad maar diya tujhe?"



Rohit apna gala saaf karte hue bola, "Tujhse matlab, tu apna kaam kar."

"Jaisi teri harkatein hai na, aisi hi thappad khayega." Naina ne apne baal peeche jhatakte hue aur thoda paas aakar kaha. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si muskuraahat thi, jaise use Rohit ki zillat dekh kar maza aa raha ho.

Rohit ne apni bheenchi hui mutthiyan aur sakht kar li. Uska gaal abhi bhi mummy ke thappad se garam tha, aur Naina ki zubaan us par namak chhidak rahi thi.

"Naina, maine kaha na... yahan se ja," Rohit ne dabi hui aawaz mein kaha, uska gussa ab phatne ki hadd par tha.

"Kyun jaun? Yeh public space hai," Naina ne apne phone par kuch scroll karte hue bina kisi parwah ke kaha. "Kisne maara waise? Teri girlfriend ne? Valentine Day par jhagda? Usko bhi kuch galat bol diya hoga tune."

"Maine kisko kya galat bola? Aur tujhe toh kuch bhi nahi bola," Rohit ne nazrein churate hue kaha, par uska dimaag abhi bhi kitchen ke us thappad mein atka tha.

"Achha...?" Naina ne ek qadam aage badhaya aur apni chin par ungli rakh kar use chidate hue boli, "Us din Dad se kya keh raha tha? Naina chhote kapdo mein videos daalti hai online... Kyun? Tu badi videos dekhta hai meri?"

Naina dheere se Rohit ke paas aakar baith gayi aur apne baalon se khelne lagi. Rohit ne Naina ki taraf ek nazar daali. Woh dono lagbhag ek hi umar ke they, Naina usse kuch mahine badi thi, aur usse ek class senior. Kuch saal pehle tak woh dono building ke baaki bachhon ki tarah saath khela karte they, par phir achanak sab kuch badal gaya tha, aur ab mushkil se un dono ki kabhi baat hoti thi.

"Mana ki main Reels banati hoon, par tujhe kya problem hai? Kahin aisa toh nahi ki tujhe mujhse zyada meri followers se jalan hoti hai?" Naina ne apna chehra jhukate hue uski taraf dekha.

Rohit ne apna muh peeche karte hue ek gehri saans li, "Ja ja... mujhe kyun jalan hogi. Main toh bas uncle ko bol raha tha ki... aaj kal zamana kharaab hai. Thoda samjhaye tujhe ki aisi videos na daala kare."

"Oho! Bada aaya samjhaane wala." Naina khilkhila kar has padi, uski hansi sunsaan compound mein goonji. "Videos dekhta hai toh kabhi Like bhi kar diya kar." Naina ne apni aankhein matkayi aur thoda aur uski taraf jhuki.

Rohit ko samajh nahi aata tha ki Naina usse aise has kar kyun baat karti thi.

"Maine kaha na Naina... mera dimaag kharab hai, tu ja yahan se," Rohit ne Naina ke sar par haath rakhte hue use thoda peeche dhakela.

"Valentine's Day ke din bhi itni sadu si shakal banakar rahega toh koi ladki tere saath date par nahi jayegi. Waise... teri koi girlfriend hai bhi ya nahi? Ya bas meri videos dekh kar hi kaam chalata hai?" Naina ne apni palkein jhapkayi aur uske gaal par jahan thappad ka nishan tha, wahan apni thandi ungli se halke se chhua.

Rohit ne turant uska haath jhatak diya, "Bakwaas band kar... tujhse matlab... meri girlfriend hai ya nahi... tujhe kyun batayun?"

"Aise attitude se hogi bhi nahi. Us din mere Dad ko mere liye lecture de raha tha, aaj Shreya aunty se thappad kha kar aaya hai. Thoda sudhar jaa." Naina ne apne kapde jhaade aur khade hote hue ek ada se Rohit ki taraf dekhne lagi.

Rohit bhi uski shakal dekhne laga, pata nahi usko kaise pata chala ki mummy ne use maara tha.

"Camera nahi laga rakhe maine... tujhe lift mein gusse mein ghuste dekha tha," Naina ne uski hairani door karte hue kaha.

"Hmmm...." Rohit apni gehri soch mein dooba raha.

Waise Rohit... agar kal ke liye tera koi plan nahi hai, toh main free hoon. Hum purane dino ki tarah ice-cream khane chal sakte hain?" Naina ki aawaz mein ek halki si ummeed aur sharam thi, jaise woh is jhagde ke bahaane Rohit ke thoda kareeb aana chahti ho.

Par Rohit ka dimaag is waqt Valentine aur pyar ki baaton se koso door tha. Use bas Manish Kapoor ka woh ganda chehra aur apni mummy ka lagaya thappad yaad aa raha tha. Use aisa lag raha tha jaise uski mummy ne use us mard ke liye chuna hai jise woh nafrat karta hai.

"Naina, please... abhi nahi," Rohit ne apna muh banate hue aur nazrein churate hue kaha. 

Uski tone itni rukhi thi ki Naina ka ego hurt ho gaya. Ek toh woh ladki ho kar use itna bhaav de rahi thi, aur use koi parwah hi nahi thi.

"Theek hai, baba! Itna bhav mat kha. Jo teri fiqr karte hai na unhi se ladta raha kar," Naina ne gusse mein apne pair patke aur wahan se tezi se chali gayi. Woh jaate jaate bhi kuch badbada rahi thi, par Rohit ne dhyaan nahi diya.

Lekin uski woh aakhri baat jaise Rohit ke dimaag mein goonjne lagi. Mummy... wohi toh thi jo uski sabse jyada fiqr karti thi. Bachpan se lekar aaj tak, unhone har kadam par use bachaya tha. Toh aaj achanak aisa kya badal gaya? 

Rohit ne apni bheenchi hui mutthiyan dheeli ki. Use apni galti ka ehsaas hone laga. Usne socha ki shayad woh zyada hi over-react kar gaya tha. Shayad woh kuch jyada hi bol gaya tha unke saamne, shayad sach mein office ka pressure kafi jyada tha. Usne turant socha ki woh upar jaakar mummy se maafi maang lega.

Woh tezi se uthta hua lift se upar aaya aur apne ghar ka darwaza dheere se khola.

Ghar mein sannata tha. Living room ka sofe par Shreya abhi bhi usi halat mein soyi hui thi, uski aankhon ke konon mein aansuon ke nishaan abhi bhi sookhe nahi they. Rohit ka dil baith gaya. Woh dheere se unke paas gaya aur unhe ghaur se dekhne laga. Unka chehra thakaan aur dard se bhara tha. Par saath hi behad khoobsurat bhi.



"I'm sorry, Mummy," usne mann hi mann kaha.

Woh dabe paon mummy ke bedroom mein gaya aur wahan se unka narm blanket utha laya. Shreya ne abhi bhi wahi office wali long skirt pehni hui thi. Rohit ne blanket khola aur bahut hi aahista se unke jism par dalne laga taaki unki neend na toote.

Lekin jaise hi usne blanket ko upar khincha, uske jhatke se ek short skirt phisal kar neeche zameen par gir gayi.

Rohit wahi thithak gaya. Uska hath kambal par hi ruk gaya aur nazrein zameen par gadi rahi. Itni short skirt! Uski nazar ek baar phir apni mummy ki sudol taango par gayi. Yeh skirt toh shayad... unki thighs ko bhi nahi dhak paayegi.

Room ki halki si roshni us skirt par pad rahi thi. Rohit kuch seconds tak use dekhta reh gaya. Uska dimaag sunn hone laga. Mummy ko ek halki si karwat lete dekh usne jaldi se unhe blanket se dhaka, aur skirt ko uthate hue apne kamre mein le gaya.

Rohit ne kaanpte hathon se us short skirt ko apne bed par rakha. Yeh itni choti thi ki use yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki uski mummy, jo hamesha ghutno se niche tak ki sarees, suits ya long skirts pehenti thi, aise kapde rakh bhi sakti hain. Usne skirt ko palat kar dekha, woh bilkul nayi lag rahi thi, jaise aaj hi pehni gayi ho.

Woh skirt ko apne muh ke thoda kareeb laaya, usme se ek ajeeb si smell aa rahi, kuch uski mummy jaisi, kuch ajeeb si... jaisi usne pehle soonghi ho par abhi pata na chal raha ho ki kahan.

Bahar se mummy ki halki si aah ki aawaz aate hi Rohit ne turant skirt ko tezi se moda aur apne cupboard ke sabse peeche wale kone mein, apne purane kapdon ke niche chhupa diya.

Usne cupboard ka darwaza dheere se band kiya, jaise woh us sachai ko bhi wahi dafan kar dena chahta ho. Par uske hath abhi bhi thar-thara rahe they. Usne light band ki aur andhere mein bed par let gaya, uski aankhein khuli thi aur dimaag mein sirf ek hi sawal tha, kya aaj Valentine Day wale din, uski mummy se Manish Kapoor ke saamne yeh skirt pehni thi. Sochte hi use gussa aur ghinn aane lagi.

Par gusse se kuch nahi hona wala tha, aaj woh uska nateeza dekh chuka tha. Use kuch aur sochna hoga. Rohit apna dimaag daudate hue sochta raha.