Misc. Erotica Maa bani Classmate

[Joker44]

Suraj ki pehli kiran jab hostel ki khidki se Trupti ke chehre par padi, toh usne ek gehri saans li. Raat bhar Abhay ke lund ka swaad aur uske diye hue 'love bite' ka dard uske jism mein ek naye nashe ki tarah ghula hua tha. Usne aaine mein dekha—uski gardan par wo laal-baingani nishaan (hickey) saaf chamak raha tha. Sanjeev ki biwi hoti toh shayad darr ke maare do dupatta lapet leti, par aaj wo Abhay ki 'Trupti' thi. Usne jan-bhoojh kar ek sleeveless deep-neck kurti chuni, jo uske 38-inch ke bhari aur doodhiya boobs ko itni kashish se ubhaar rahi thi ki uska cleavage ek gehri ghaati ki tarah dikh raha tha.


College ke corridor mein dakhil hote hi Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki logon ki nazrein uspar tki hain. Kal gate par jo 'reunion kiss' hua tha, uski khabar aag ki tarah poore campus mein phail chuki thi.
"Dekh, wahi hai na wo? Abhay ki nayi chhori... kya bomb lagti hai yaar," peeche se kisi ladke ki aawaz aayi. Trupti ne sun liya. Use sharam toh aayi, par uske andar ki aurat is 'public attention' se ek ajeeb si thirkan mehsoos kar rahi thi. Use lag raha tha jaise wo waise hi jawan hai jaisi 20 saal pehle thi.
Classroom mein Abhay pehle se hi peeche wali bench par baitha uska intezar kar raha tha. Jaise hi Trupti uske bagal mein baithi, Abhay ne uski sleeveless baazuon par apna garm haath rakha aur dheere se uski gardan ke us nishaan ko chhuna.
"Bohot pyaara lag raha hai ye nishaan tum par," Abhay ne lecture shuru hone ke beech uske kaan mein fusfusaya. "Poori class dekh rahi hai ki tum meri amanat ho."
Professor lecture de rahe the, par bench ke neeche Abhay ka haath Trupti ki nangi jaangh par sarakne laga. Usne Trupti ki kurti ke side-slit se haath andar daal kar uske naram maans ko chutki (pinch) kaati.
"Abhay... koi dekh lega," Trupti ne dabi hui siskaari ke saath kaha, par usne uska haath hataya nahi.


"Dekhne do... aaj raat main tumhare is muh ka aur bhi bura haal karne wala hoon. Raat ko jo tumne kiya, uske baad main pura din sirf tumhare hothon ke baare mein soch raha hoon," Abhay ne gandi baatein karte hue Trupti ke kaan ki lo (earlobe) ko apne daanton se kaata. Trupti ka jism tapne laga, uski yoni (pussy) mein wahi geelapan phir se laut aaya jo usne raat ko mehsoos kiya tha.
Lecture khatam hua toh dono corridor mein baatein karte hue nikal rahe the. Tabhi saamne se Rahul aata dikha. Uske chehre par ek bohot hi 'innocent' aur 'friendly' muskaan thi, par uski aankhon mein shaitani chamak thi jo sirf wo jaanta tha.
"Hey guys! Kaise ho?" Rahul ne unse takrate hue (accidentally bump) kaha.
"Arre Rahul! Ekdum mast yaar," Abhay ne Rahul ke kandhe par haath rakha.
Rahul ki nazar Trupti ki gardan par us hickey par padi, phir usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha. "Maa... sorry, Trupti! Bohot khush lag rahi ho Abhay ke saath. Itni chamak toh Goa mein bhi nahi thi."
'Maa' shabd ka wo slip-of-tongue Abhay ke kaanon mein pada. Abhay thoda thithka. "Maa? Kya bol raha hai be?" Abhay ne haste hue pucha.
Rahul ne turant baat sambhali, "Arre nahi yaar, main keh raha tha 'Kya...'. Wo thoda zubaan phisal gayi. Main toh bas ye keh raha tha ki Trupti ka dhyaan rakhna, bohot 'delicate' hai ye." Rahul ne Trupti ko ek aisi nazar di jaise wo uska poora kachha-chittha jaanta ho. Trupti ka dil baith gaya. Use darr laga ki kahin Rahul sab ugal na de, par Rahul ne sirf ek beej (seed of doubt) bo diya tha.
Abhay hasne laga, "Don't worry Rahul, ye meri jaan hai. Iska dhyaan mujhse achha koi nahi rakh sakta."
Rahul wahan se nikal gaya, par uske jane ke baad Trupti ko thodi bechaini hone lagi. Use laga ki wo aur bhi zyada 'reckless' (be-lagaam) hoti ja rahi hai. Isi bechaini aur uttejna (excitement) mein, wo bahane se washroom gayi.
Andar jaakar usne darwaza lock kiya. Uska jism Abhay ki baaton se abhi bhi garam tha. Usne aaine mein dekha aur apni sleeveless kurti ke gale ko thoda aur niche kheencha. Usne phone nikala aur ek 'risky' selfie li—jisne uski black lace bra ka cup aur uske 38-inch boobs ka oopri hissa poori tarah dikh raha tha. Usne wo photo turant Abhay ko WhatsApp kar di.
Caption: "Class mein tumhare haath mujhe pagal kar rahe the... Abhi bhi ye tadap raha hai. See you in the library garden?"
Photo bhejte hi Trupti ke saare jism mein ek jhurjhurati daud gayi. Wo jaanti thi ki ye galti hai, wo jaanti thi ki Rahul uspar nazar rakhe hue hai, par Abhay ki hawas ka nasha uske har dar se bada ho chuka tha.


Library ke peeche wale sunsaan garden ka waada ho chuka tha. Rahul apne laptop par wahi bathroom wali selfie live intercept kar raha tha (kyunki usne Trupti ke phone mein spyware dala tha). Usne wo photo dekhi aur apna lund underwear ke upar se hi kaskar pakad liya.
'Bohot jawan ho rahi ho Maa... Abhay ko bra dikha rahi ho?' Rahul ne guraate hue socha. 'Chalo, garden mein chalo. Aaj main tumhari is 'ashiqui' ka agla chapter khud apni aankhon se dekhunga.'
Semester ka pehla din ab ek naye gande khel ki taraf badh raha tha. Trupti ki maryada ab library ke pichhle sunsaan konon mein nilaam hone wali thi.
Library ke pichhle hisse mein bana ye garden aam taur par sunsaan hi rehta tha. Unchi-unchi jhaadiyon aur ghane pedon ki wajah se ye jagah premi jodon (couples) ke liye ek mehfooz thikana ban chuki thi. Trupti wahan pehle pahunch gayi thi, uska dil kisi dhamake ki tarah dhadak raha tha. Usne wahi bathroom wali selfie Abhay ko bheji thi aur ab use darr bhi lag raha tha aur ek ajab sa maza bhi aa raha tha.
Tabhi Abhay dabe paaon peeche se aaya aur usne Trupti ki patli kamar ko kaskar apni baahon mein bhar liya.
"Ahhh... Abhay!" Trupti halke se uchhal gayi.
"Wo selfie... Trupti, tumne mujhe pagal kar diya hai," Abhay ne uske kaan ke peeche apni garm saansein chhodi. Usne Trupti ko ghumaya aur use ek ghane ped ke taane (trunk) se sata diya. Usne Trupti ke chehre ko apne dono haathon mein bhara aur uske hothon par toot pada.


Ye kiss pehle se bhi zyada gehra aur bhookha tha. Abhay ki jeebh Trupti ke muh mein kisi geeli aag ki tarah ghoom rahi thi. Trupti ne apni sleeveless baazuon ko Abhay ke muscular gale mein kaskar daal diya. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski tight kurti ke andar uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs Abhay ke chaudey seene se buri tarah dab rahe hain. Abhay ne kiss todte hue Trupti ki gardan par apna chehra ragda, wahi jahan usne raat ko apna nishaan chhoda tha.
"Tum meri ho Trupti... sirf meri," Abhay ne guraate hue kaha. Uska ek haath niche sarka aur usne Trupti ki kurti ke upar se hi uski maansal gaand (ass) ko kaskar daboch liya. Trupti ne ek lambi siskaari li aur apna sar peeche ped se tika diya. Uska jism is jawan mard ki deewangi mein poori tarah pighal raha tha.
"Mmmhhh... Abhay, bas karo... hume baaki sabse milna hai," Trupti ne haanfte hue kaha, halanki uska mann nahi tha ki wo is garm aghosh (embrace) se bahar nikle.
Dono ne apne bikhre hue baal aur kapde theek kiye aur dabe paaon garden se bahar nikal kar canteen ki taraf badhe, jahan unka poora group—Pranay, Shital, Kriti aur Rahul pehle se hi baithe hue the.
"Oho! Dekho toh sahi, naye naye panchhi udte hue aa rahe hain," Pranay ne unhe dekhkar zor se chheda.
Trupti thoda sharmayi aur Abhay ke bagal mein baith gayi. Shital ne Trupti ki gardan par wo laal nishaan dekh liya tha aur usne ek shaitani aankh maari. "Goa ka hangover abhi tak utra nahi hai kya, Trupti?"
Trupti ne bas ek muskaan di aur table par rakhi thandi coffee utha li. Rahul ne dekha ki Trupti ka chehra abhi bhi thoda tamtaya hua tha aur uski kurti par kuch crease (salwatein) thi, jo batati thin ki garden mein kya hua hoga. Rahul ki aankhon mein wahi purani jalan thi, par usne ek 'cool' chehra banaye rakha.
"Chalo ab romance chhodon, ek important news hai," Kriti ne table par haath maarte hue kaha. "Agale hafte se College Fest shuru ho raha hai! Pura campus sajne wala hai aur bohot saare events hain."
"Suna hai is baar fest bohot bade level par ho raha hai," Pranay ne kaha. "Dance competitions, fashion shows aur sabse bada attraction—'The Grand Ball' aur DJ night."
Abhay ne Trupti ka haath table ke neeche pakda aur use kaskar dabaya. "Toh phir taiyar ho jao... is baar fest mein sirf hum hi hum honge. Trupti, tumhe mere saath dance competition mein part lena chahiye."
Trupti hairani se boli, "Main? Dance? Nahi-nahi Abhay, mujhse nahi hoga."
"Kyun nahi hoga?" Rahul ne achanak beech mein bola, uski aawaz mein ek ajeeb sa tanz (sarcasm) tha. "Maa... sorry, Trupti ka rhythm toh Goa mein sabne dekha hi hai. Ye toh bohot acha naachti hain. Kyun Abhay?"
Abhay hasne laga, "Ekdum sahi kaha Rahul! Trupti, tum bohot graceful ho. Tumhe part lena hi hoga. Main tumhe sikhaunga."
Table par baaton ka silsila shuru ho gaya. Fest ki wajah se sab bohot excited the. Par Trupti ke dimaag mein ek darr baith gaya tha. Sanjeev shayad kaam mein busy honge, par Rahul yahan hai. Aur ye 'College Fest' ka matlab tha—raat-raat bhar ki practice, andhere auditorium aur Abhay ke saath aur bhi zyada akela waqt.


Rahul ne dekha ki Trupti ke chehre par ek ajeeb si kashmakash thi. Usne apni pocket mein rakhi wahi pendrive aur phone check kiya. 'Fest... bohot acha mauka hai,' Rahul ne socha. 'Jab poora college bheed mein naach raha hoga, tab main Abhay ka wo purana video aur Maa ki ye gandi tasveerein ek saath leak karunga. Tab dekhta hoon ye "Grand Ball" mein kiske saath naachti hain.'
College ki hawa mein ab fest ki excitement ke saath-saath hawas aur dhokhe ki ek aur parat (layer) chadh gayi thi. Semester ab asli rukh modne wala tha. Trupti ko lag raha tha ki wo apni jawani jee rahi hai, par wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul ne fest ki lights ke neeche uski sabse badi ruswayi (disgrace) ka intezar kar rakha hai.


College Fest ki taiyariyon ne poore campus ko ek nasheeli bechaini mein lapet liya tha. Raat ke 10 baj rahe the, par hostel ke common room mein sannata hone ka naam nahi le raha tha. Pranay, Shital, Kriti aur Rahul ek badi table ke chaaron taraf baithe list bana rahe the.
"Sun, Fashion Show mein toh Trupti aur Abhay ko 'Showstopper' hona chahiye," Kriti ne utsaah (excitement) mein kaha. "Inki chemistry dekh kar judges ke hosh udd jayenge."
Trupti wahan baithi muskuraye ja rahi thi, par uska dimaag kahin aur tha. Wo baar-baar Abhay ki taraf dekh rahi thi, jo aaj thoda khamosh lag raha tha. Abhay ne table ke neeche Trupti ka haath pakda aur halka sa dabaya—ek ishaara jo sirf wo dono samajhte the.
"Guys, tum log decide karo, main aur Trupti zara library se kuch notes lekar aate hain," Abhay ne achanak kaha aur khada ho gaya.
Rahul ne apni file se sir uthaya. Usne dekha ki Abhay ki aankhon mein aaj wo purani shaitani chamak nahi thi, balki ek ajeeb sa bhari-pan tha. Rahul ne kuch nahi kaha, bas ek thandi muskaan ke saath unhe jate hue dekha. Uske dimaag mein recording chalu thi—'Library? Is waqt? Chalo dekhte hain aaj kya naya raaz khulta hai.'
Library ke raste ko chhod kar, Abhay ne Trupti ka haath pakda aur use hostel ki sabse unchi chhat (rooftop) ki taraf le gaya. Raat ki thandi hawa unke chehron se takra rahi thi. Door shehar ki roshniyan tim-tima rahi thin, aur upar taaron bhara asmaan unke akelepan ka gawah tha.
Trupti ne railing ke paas khade hokar ek gehri saans li. "Abhay... yahan kyun laye? Sab niche hamara intezar kar rahe honge."
Abhay ne Trupti ko peeche se apni baahon mein bhar liya. Usne apna sar Trupti ke kandhe par rakha. Uska sparsh aaj 'rough' nahi tha, balki usme ek ajeeb si narmi aur 'dependency' thi.
"Trupti... tum jaanti ho sab mujhe 'College Hero' samajhte hain," Abhay ne dhire se kaha, uski aawaz hawa mein ghul rahi thi. "Sabko lagta hai ki meri life ek party hai. Par sach bolun... aaj jab sab fest ki khushiyan mana rahe the, mujhe andar se bohot khali mehsoos ho raha tha."
Trupti thithak gayi. Usne palat kar Abhay ka chehra dekha. Moon-light mein Abhay ki aankhein thodi nam (moist) dikh rahi thin. "Kya hua Abhay? Tum mujhse kuch bhi keh sakte ho."
Abhay ne ek thandi aah bhari aur railing par hath tika diye. "Mera bachpan... wo waisa nahi tha jaisa log sochte hain. Mere baap ke paas paisa bohot tha, par dil nahi. Unhone mujhe kabhi 'pyaar' se nahi dekha. Unke liye main sirf ek 'investment' tha jo unka naam roshan kare. Aur meri Maa..." Abhay ruka, uska gala bhar aaya tha. "Wo mujhe chhod kar tab chali gayin jab mujhe unki sabse zyada zaroorat thi. Dus saal ka tha main... jab wo kisi aur ke saath nikal gayin. Tab se, main har ladki mein sirf ek jism dhoondhta tha, taaki wo khali-pan bhar sakun."
Trupti ka dil baith gaya. Wo ek Maa thi, aur ek bete ka ye dard uske seene mein khanjar ki tarah utra. Use Sanjeev ki yaad aayi, jo kam se kam ek zimmedar baap toh tha.
"Par jabse tum meri life mein aayi ho..." Abhay ne Trupti ka haath kaskar pakda aur use apni aankhon mein dekhne par majboor kiya. "Pehli baar mujhe laga ki koi mujhe 'dekh' raha hai... sirf mere jism ko nahi, mujhe. Tumhare saath jab main hota hoon, toh mujhe wo bachpan wala darr mehsoos nahi hota. Tum pehli insaan ho Trupti, jisne mujhe 'Seen' (mehsoos) karaya hai. Main... main sach mein tumse bohot mohabbat karne laga hoon."


Trupti ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Wo Abhay ko sirf ek jawan 'aashiq' samajh rahi thi, par wo toh ek zakhmi bacha tha jo pyar ke liye taras raha tha. Usne Abhay ko kaskar gale laga liya. Is waqt unke beech hawas nahi thi, balki ek gehra jazbaati judaav (emotional connection) tha.
'Main kya kar rahi hoon?' Trupti ne socha, uska dimaag ghoom raha tha. 'Kya ye sirf lust hai? Kya main sirf iske jawan jism ke liye pagal thi? Nahi... mujhe isse mohabbat ho rahi hai. Par mera ye jhooth... meri ye asliyat... agar ise pata chala ki main ek shadi-shuda aurat hoon aur Rahul ki Maa hoon, toh ye toot jayega.'
Rahul niche apne kamre mein baitha tha, laptop par unki aawazein sun raha tha (usne Trupti ke phone mein jo mic bug dala tha, usse). Abhay ki vulnerability sun kar Rahul ko gussa bhi aaya aur ek shaitani maza bhi.
'Bechara Abhay... apni Maa ka dukh meri Maa ki godh mein ro kar nikaal raha hai,' Rahul ne guraate hue socha. 'Tujhe lagta hai wo tujhe "dekh" rahi hai? Wo sirf tujhe "use" kar rahi hai apni jawani wapas pane ke liye. Aur Trupti... aap toh sach mein pighal gayin. Ek emotional kahani kya sunayi, aapne apni maryada hi bhool li.'
Chhat par, Abhay ne Trupti ke hothon par ek bohot hi naram aur lamba chumban (kiss) kiya. Ye kiss Goa wali hawas se alag tha; ye ek waada tha.
"Main tumhe kabhi khone nahi dunga, Trupti," Abhay ne fusfusaya.
Trupti ne apna sar uske seene par rakh diya, par uske dil ki dhadkan use dara rahi thi. Guilt aur Ishq ka ye mishran use barbaadi ki taraf le ja raha tha. Wo jaanti thi ki ye 'Paradise' hamesha ke liye nahi hai, par is waqt wo Abhay ki baahon mein sab bhool jana chahti thi.
Semester ka fest ab sirf dance aur music ka tamasha nahi reh gaya tha. Trupti ke liye ye uski rooh aur uski asliyat ke beech ki ladai ban chuka tha. Aur Rahul... wo bas sahi waqt ka intezar kar raha tha jab ye emotional gubaara phate aur sab kuch kachre mein mil jaye.

Chhat par raat ki khamoshi aur gehri ho gayi thi. Abhay ke chehre par asman ki chandni ek ajeeb sa dard uker rahi thi. Trupti ne uski railing par kasi hui mutthiyon par apna naram haath rakha, mehsoos kiya ki wo thand se nahi, balki kisi andarooni khauf se kaanp raha hai.
"Tumne ye sab mujhe pehle kyun nahi bataya, Abhay?" Trupti ne bohot hi naram aawaz mein pucha.
Abhay ne ek gehri saans li aur Trupti ki taraf mud gaya. "Kyunki main darta tha Trupti... darta tha ki agar maine apni ye kamzori dikhayi toh tum bhi mujhe ek 'bechara' samajh kar chhod dogi. Par pichle kuch dinon se mera dimaag phatne ko ho raha hai. Kuch din pehle... Papa ko heart attack aaya tha. Bohot serious halat thi."
Trupti ki aankhein hairat se phail gayin. Abhay ne aage kaha, "Wo bach toh gaye, par hosh aate hi unhone phir se wahi kaam, wahi business aur wahi purani duniya pakad li. Unhe zara bhi parwah nahi hai ki unka beta kis haal mein hai. Mujhe lagta hai ki agar kal unhe kuch ho gaya, toh is poori duniya mein mera kehne wala koi nahi bachega. Main bilkul akela reh jaunga, Trupti. Kabse ye darr mera mann andar hi andar kha raha hai."
Abhay ne Trupti ke dono haath kaskar pakad liye, jaise wo koi doobta hua insaan ho aur Trupti ek sahara. "Par tum... jabse tum mere paas aayi ho, mujhe lagne laga hai ki shayad meri kismat itni bhi buri nahi hai. Mujhe ek umeed mehsoos hoti hai ki tum mere saath hamesha rahogi. Tum rahogi na, Trupti? Forever?"
Trupti ka seena garv aur dard ke mishran se bhar gaya. Uske liye ye ab sirf ek 'affair' nahi reh gaya tha. Usne Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha—wahan ek chota bacha tha jo sirf chahta tha ki koi use kabhi na chhode. Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki wo is jawan mard ki 'zaroorat' ban chuki hai. Usne Sanjeev ke baare mein socha, apne ghar ke baare mein socha, par Abhay ki ye tadap us par haavi ho gayi.
"Main yahi hoon, Abhay... main kahin nahi ja rahi," Trupti ne uske chehre ko apne haathon mein bhara. Usne aage badhkar Abhay ke hothon par ek bohot hi naram aur dhima chumban (soft kiss) kiya. Ye kiss Goa wali us hawas se bilkul alag tha. Isme koi jaldbaazi nahi thi, koi roughness nahi thi. Isme sirf ek waada tha aur sukoon tha.
Abhay ne apni aankhein band kar lin aur Trupti ke hothon ka wo nasha mehsoos karne laga. Uska darr dhire-dheere kam hone laga aur uska jism relax hua. Trupti ne use kaskar gale laga liya, uska sar apne 38-inch ke bhari aur naram boobs ke beech chhupa liya, jaise wo use duniya ki har burayi se bacha legi.
Niche apne kamre mein, Rahul ye sab sun kar gusse se laal ho chuka tha. Usne laptop ki screen par ghunsa maara.
'Emotional drama! Mother-figure ban rahi hain aap uske liye,' Rahul ne danton ke beech se guraaya. 'Trupti Khanna, aap itni kamzor kaise ho sakti hain? Usne do aansu kya bahaye, aapne apni maryada ke saath-saath apna dimaag bhi uske kadmon mein rakh diya. Forever? Forever kuch nahi hota Maa... especially jab aapki asliyat ka bomb phatne wala ho.'
Rahul ko jalan is baat ki nahi thi ki Abhay unhe chod raha hai, balki is baat ki thi ki Abhay ab Trupti ke 'dil' mein jagah bana raha tha. Rahul jaanta tha ki agar Trupti emotionally Abhay se jud gayi, toh use wapas lana namumkin hoga.


Chhat par, Abhay thoda shant hua. Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha aur ek halki si muskaan di. "Thank you, Trupti. Tumhe bata kar mera bozo (burden) bohot kam ho gaya hai. Chalo, ab niche chalte hain, warna Rahul aur Kriti shuru ho jayenge."
Dono dabe paaon niche laute aur common room mein dakhil hue. Rahul wahi betha tha, usne unhe aate dekha. Trupti ka chehra nahaaya hua lag raha tha, usme ek naya 'resolve' (faisla) dikh raha tha. Rahul ne dekha ki Trupti ne Abhay ka haath thoda zyada kaskar pakda hua tha.
"Mil gaye notes?" Rahul ne ek thandi muskaan ke saath pucha.
"Haan... mil gaye," Abhay ne relax hokar kaha aur kursi par baith gaya.
Table par fest ki list dobara shuru hui. Sab log events decide kar rahe the, par Trupti aur Abhay ke beech ab ek aisa raaz tha jo unhe baki sabse alag kar raha tha. Trupti ne decide kar liya tha ki wo fest mein Abhay ka har tarah se saath degi, chahe duniya kuch bhi kahe. Wo uske 'loneliness' ko mita dena chahti thi.
Par Rahul ki pocket mein rakhi wo pendrive ab aur bhi zyada bhari mehsoos ho rahi thi. 'Fest aane do Maa... jab Abhay ki asliyat aur aapka ye ganda raaz poore college ke saamne aayega, tab dekhta hoon ye "Forever" wala waada kahan jata hai.'
College ki deewaron ke beech ab sirf hawas nahi, balki ek gehri aur khatarnak mohabbat janm le chuki thi—ek aisi mohabbat jo Trupti ko uski tabahi ki taraf le ja rahi thi. Fest ki countdown shuru ho chuki thi, aur Rahul ka shaitani dimaag ab aakhri vaar ki tayyari kar raha tha.


Hostel ke kamre mein sannata tha, par Trupti ke dimaag mein sawalon ka ek bhayanak shor macha hua tha. Wo bed par leti chhat ko ghoor rahi thi, uski ungliyan aahista se uski gardan par bane us laal nishaan (hickey) ko sehla rahi thin jo Abhay ne bade haq se chhoda tha. Raat ki thandi hawa khidki se andar aa rahi thi, par Trupti ka jism Abhay ki yaadon ki aanch mein tap raha tha.
Usne karwat badli aur drawer se wo mangalsutra nikaala jise usne chhupa kar rakha tha. Kaali motiyon ki wo kadi uske haath mein bhari mehsoos ho rahi thi—wo Sanjeev ki nishani thi, uski maryada ka pehra thi. Par wahi doosre haath par Abhay ka diya hua wo silver bracelet chamak raha tha, jo use uski 'College Girl' wali azaadi ki yaad dila raha tha.
'Abhay ne "Forever" kaha...' Trupti ne ek gehri saans li, uski aankhon mein bechaini thi. 'Par mera "Forever" toh Sanjeev ke saath bandha hua hai. Abhay mujhse shaadi ke sapne dekh raha hai... use lagta hai main ek jawan, akeli ladki hoon jiske paas khone ko kuch nahi hai. Use kya pata ki main usse umar mein dugni hoon... main Sanjeev ki biwi hoon aur uske dost Rahul ki Maa hoon.'


Trupti ko wo pal yaad aaya jab usne Abhay ke lund ko apne muh mein liya tha. Wo mardana nasha, wo garmi, aur wo ehsaas ki koi use itni shiddat se chah raha hai—ye sab use ek addiction ki tarah lagne laga tha. Use Abhay ke dhakke, uski roughness aur uska wo 'dominant' andaaz pasand tha. Uske 38-inch ke bhari boobs abhi bhi us kasak ko mehsoos kar rahe the jo Abhay ke haathon ne chhodi thi.
Par asliyat ek zeher ki tarah uske dimaag mein ghul rahi thi. 'Jab ye college khatam hoga... tab kya? Kya main Abhay ko chhod kar wapas Sanjeev ki un thandi aur boring raaton mein laut jaungi? Kya main phir se wahi "Maa" ban kar reh jaungi jo sirf kitchen aur ghar ke kaamon mein simat jati hai? Main Abhay ke bina kaise rahungi?'
Ek taraf uska ghar tha, uski izzat thi, uska pati tha... aur doosri taraf ek aisa aashiq jo uski rooh tak utar chuka tha. Trupti ko lag raha tha jaise wo ek aisi naav (boat) par sawar hai jo beecho-beech phans chuki hai. Agar wo Abhay ko sach batati hai, toh wo use kho degi—Abhay shayad usse nafrat karne lage. Aur agar wo sach nahi batati, toh wo har pal ek jhooth jee rahi hai.
'Mujhe uske jism ki aag chahiye, mujhe uska pyaar chahiye... par main apni asli zindagi nahi chhod sakti,' Trupti ne takiye ko kaskar pakad liya, uski siskariyan dabi hui thin. 'Main ek aisi aurat ban gayi hoon jo din mein maryada ki baatein karti hai aur raat ko apne bete ke dost ke lund ka swaad leti hai. Main kahan ja kar rukungi?'
Usne aankhein band kin toh use Abhay ka wo bacha-jaisa chehra yaad aaya jab wo apni Maa ke baare mein ro raha tha. Usne Trupti mein apni 'manzil' dhoond li thi, par Trupti toh khud bhatki hui thi. Guilt aur Lust ka ye mishran use andar hi andar nichod raha tha.
Rahul apne kamre mein baitha screen par Trupti ki ye bechaini dekh raha tha. Usne dekha ki kaise Trupti kabhi mangalsutra ko dekhti hai aur kabhi Abhay ke bracelet ko. Rahul ke hothon par ek krur (cruel) muskaan aayi.
'Confusion mein ho na Maa? Sahi bhi hai... do-do mardon ka nasha sambhalna asaan nahi hota,' Rahul ne danton ke beech se guraaya. 'Aap Abhay ke "Forever" se darr rahi hain, kyunki aap jaanti hain ki main aapka "Forever" bigadne wala hoon. Aap usse mohabbat kar rahi hain, par aapka ye "pyaar" hi aapki sabse badi kamzori banega.'
Raat guzar rahi thi, par Trupti ki kashmakash khatam hone ka naam nahi le rahi thi. Wo is 'Double Life' ke nashe mein itni gehari utar chuki thi ki ab saans lena bhi dushwar tha. Use pata tha ki fest aane wala hai, bheed hogi, hungama hoga... aur shayad wahi wo waqt hoga jab uski ye jhoothi jannat hamesha ke liye bikhar jayegi. Par filhal, wo sirf Abhay ke un garm haathon ko yaad karke khud ko is dard se nikaalne ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Ek married aurat aur ek jawan ladke ke beech ki ye jung ab ek naye aur khatarnak mod par pahunch chuki thi, jahan dil aur jism ke beech koi samjhauta namumkin lag raha tha.