Misc. Erotica Maa bani Classmate

[Joker44]

Agli subah ki dhoop shehar ke aas-paas ke pahadon se nikal kar campus par pad rahi thi, par college ka mahaul kisi khushnuma din jaisa nahi tha. Trupti ne aaj ek halki neeli (sky blue) kurti aur safed leggings pehni thi. Uska chehra thoda thaka hua tha, par usne halke makeup se apne gham aur darr ko chhupane ki koshish ki thi. Uske khule baal uske kandhon par bikhre hue the, aur uski ankhon mein ek aisi sanjeedagi thi jo use kisi 'young college girl' se kahin zyada mature dikha rahi thi.


Wo dhire-dhire canteen ki taraf badhi. Uska dil har us student ki nazar se ghabra raha tha jo use dekh kar aapas mein fusfusa rahe the. Canteen mein ek kone ki table par Abhay aur Rahul baithe the.
Abhay ka chehra bilkul utra hua tha. Uske baal bikhre the aur aankhon ke niche kale ghere saaf dikh rahe the—saaf tha ki wo poori raat soya nahi hai. Rahul uske samne baitha thoda gambhir hone ka natak kar raha tha.
"Hey..." Trupti ne aakar Abhay ke paas wali kursi kheenchi aur baith gayi. Usne bade hi naram andaaz mein Abhay ka haath apne haath mein liya. "Tumne nashta kiya?"
Abhay ne sir hilaya, "Nahi Trupti, bhook nahi hai. Bas yahi darr lag raha hai ki investigation kahan tak jayegi." Usne ek nazar Rahul par dali aur phir Trupti se kaha, "Dekho, jo kuch bhi hua, wo humare beech hi rehna chahiye. Wo video kaise leak hui, kisne ki, humein kuch nahi pata. Hum bas anjaan banenge. Rahul, tumne bhi wahan jo dekha tha, wo kabhi bahar nahi aana chahiye."


Rahul ne ek bahut hi 'obedient' dost ki tarah sir hilaya. "Don't worry Abhay, main tumhara dost hoon. Main kuch nahi bolunga. Par campus mein har jagah bas wahi baat ho rahi hai. Log keh rahe hain ki Principal ne IT cell ko bulaya hai server check karne ke liye."
Trupti ne Abhay ki mutthi kaskar dabayi. "Relax Abhay. Hum saath hain. Tumne files delete kar di hain na? Toh sab theek ho jayega." Usne Abhay ko comfort toh diya, par uske dimaag mein pichli raat ka wo anonymous message abhi bhi goonj raha tha.
Thodi der baad Trupti apni class ki taraf badh gayi. Raste mein har corridor, har bench par students ke jhund bane hue the. Har jagah bas "Vikki," "Jiglo," aur "Lab video" ke alfaaz sunayi de rahe the. Trupti ko aisa lag raha tha jaise sabki nazrein uske jism ko scan kar rahi hain, ye dhoondne ke liye ki kya wo bhi us video ka hissa thi.
Class mein Kriti pehle se baithi thi, wo excited lag rahi thi. Jaise hi Trupti baithi, Kriti uske upar jhuk gayi.
"Tripti! Tune dekha kal raat kya hua? Oh my God! Wo Vikki... us kamine ke saath itna ganda scanadalo!" Kriti ne taali bajate hue kaha. "Pura college pagal ho gaya hai. Mujhe toh yakeen hi nahi ho raha ki us 'macho man' ki aisi halat hui hogi. Par yaar, jisne bhi ye video banayi aur leak ki, usne kamaal kar diya! Vikki ki izzat toh mitti mein mil gayi."


Trupti ne ek jhoothi muskaan di. "Haan Kriti... bohot bura hua. Par ye sab itne bade level par nahi hona chahiye tha."
Kriti ne herani se dekha. "Bura? Tu uske liye bura feel kar rahi hai? Wo harami tujhe kitna pareshan karta tha! Main toh kehti hoon, ye toh bas shuruat hai. Aaj subah se sun rahi hoon ki Vikki college nahi aaya hai. Shayad darr ke maare kahin chhup gaya hai."
Trupti ne khamoshi se apni book kholi. Use pata tha ki Vikki chhupa nahi hai, wo 'ghayal' hai. Aur ek ghayal janwar sabse zyada khatarnak hota hai. Uske dimaag mein Rahul ki kahi baat yaad aayi—ki shayad Abhay ne hi ye sab kiya ho. Wo Abhay ko dekh rahi thi, Rahul se baat kar rahi thi, par use ehsaas nahi tha ki asli shatranj ki chaal toh wahi chali ja rahi hai jahan wo sabse zyada mehfooz mehsoos karti hai.


College campus ki hawa mein aaj ek ajeeb si thandak aur dehshat ghuli hui thi. Kal raat ka wo manzar—Vikki ki wo zillat bhari video—har student ke mobile screen aur dimaag par kisi zeher ki tarah chadh chuka tha. Par asli tufaan tab aaya jab college ke gate par security officer ki neeli-laal batti chamki.
Vikki ke baap, jo us ilake ka ek bada neta (politician) tha, usne ek call par poora prashasan hila diya tha. Aur is investigation ki kamaan unhi do chehron ke haath mein thi jinhe Trupti ne us raat car-checking ke waqt dekha tha.
Inspector Vijay jeep se bahar nikla. Uska 28 saal ka chaukas jism us tight khaki vardi mein kisi shikaari cheetah jaisa lag raha tha. Uski aankhon mein wahi purani 'devilish' chamak thi jo kisi mujrim ko nahi, balki ek khoobsurat shikaar ko dhoondti thi. Uske peeche Hawaldar Ravi Bosle apni bhari tond (pot-belly) liye ladkhadate hue utra, uske chehre par wahi gandi aur tharki muskaan thi jo har jawan ladki ko dekh kar gehra jati thi.
Dono Principal ke cabin ki taraf badh hi rahe the ki achanak Vijay ki nazrein corridor cross karti hui ek ladki par thar gayi.
Trupti aaj library ki taraf ja rahi thi. Usne ek peach rang ki tight sleeveless kurti pehni thi jo uske 38-28-38 ke figure par aise chipki thi jaise uski chamdi ka hissa ho. Uska gehra gala (low-neck) uske ubhaaron ki halki si jhalak dikha raha tha, aur jeans uski chaudi koolhon (wide hips) aur gol gaand ko har kadam ke saath ek naseeli harkat de rahi thin. Uske nange kandhon par bikhre wavy baal aur kalaai mein chamakta silver bracelet use kisi 'apsara' se kam nahi dikha raha tha.
Vijay wahi ruk gaya. Uske dimaag mein us raat ki yaad taaza ho gayi—wo kaali shoulder-less gown wali 'maal'.
"Bosle... dekh... wahi hai," Vijay ne dabe swar mein kaha, uski nazrein Trupti ki cleavage par jam gayin.
Bosle ne apni jeebh hothon par pheri aur ek gandi hansi hasa. "Arre sahab! Ye toh wahi 'black gown' wali hai jo car mein us MLA ke bete aur us chhokre ke saath thi. Yaad hai na, breath-check ke bahane humne iske 'bumb' kitne ghoore the? Aaj toh ye aur bhi kadak lag rahi hai... kurti mein cleavage dekho sahab, aur ye matakti hui gaand... uff, jaise invite kar rahi ho ki aao aur pakdo."
Vijay ke hothon par ek shaitani muskaan aa gayi. "Haan... tab toh sirf ghoora tha, aaj investigation ke bahane thoda aur paas se dekhenge."
Trupti ne jab un do security officerwalon ko dekha, toh uska dil dhak se reh gaya. Usne turant pehchan liya—ye wahi security officerwale the jinhone us raat use gandi nazron se scan kiya tha. Uska shareer darr se thar-tharane laga. Wo tezi se aage badhne lagi, par Vijay ne apni roabdar aawaz mein use rok liya.
"Madam... rukiye zara!"
Trupti wahi jam gayi. Usne dhire se palat kar dekha. Vijay uske paas chalkar aaya, uski nazrein Trupti ke chehre se niche utar kar uske seene aur phir uski jeans ki tight pakad par ruk gayin.
"Principal ka cabin kahan hai? Humein wahan le chaliye... hum Vikki ke case ki investigation ke liye aaye hain," Vijay ne ek dikhauti sakhti se kaha, par uski aankhon mein hawas saaf jhalak rahi thi.
"Ji... main... main dikhati hoon," Trupti ne kaanpte hothon se kaha aur unke aage chalne lagi.


Trupti aage thi aur ye dono darinde uske peeche. Har kadam ke saath Trupti ki gol gaand unki nazron ke samne matak rahi thi. Bosle ne dhire se, par itna tez kaha ki Trupti sun sake, "Sahab... iski gaand dekho, kitni juicy hai. Jeans phatne ko taiyar hai... us raat bhi yahi soch raha tha, aaj toh dil kar raha hai yahin daboch loon."
Vijay halka sa hasa. "Dhairy (patience) rakh Bosle... MLA ke bete ke saath thi tab, abhi bhi kisi ke saath 'gulchharre' uda rahi hai. Aaj isko thoda aur 'investigate' karenge."
Trupti ke kaan laal ho gaye. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki unki nazrein uske jism ko piche se nanga kar rahi hain. Wo sharm aur darr se pani-pani ho rahi thi. Ek taraf wo pichli raat ka 'dark switch' wala raaz, aur ab ye do tharki security officerwale—Trupti ko lag raha tha ki college ab uske liye ek kaidkhana banta ja raha hai.
Jab wo Principal ke cabin ke paas pahunchi, toh usne dekha ki corridor ke ek andhere kone mein Rahul khada hai.
Rahul ne abhi tak Inspector se aankh nahi milayi thi, par uske chehre par ek aisi thandi aur mutmain (satisfied) muskaan thi jo sab kuch bayaan kar rahi thi. Use pata tha ki ye security officerwale kaun hain, aur wo ye bhi jaanta tha ki ye 'complication' uske khel ko aur bhi romanchak banane wali hai. Usne dekha ki kaise uski Maa un security officerwalon ke samne bebasi se apni 'gaand' matka rahi thi, aur usne apne mann mein kaha, "Maa... abhi toh sirf security officerwale dekh rahe hain, jald hi poora college dekhega ki aap kiski malkin hain."
Trupti ne unhe cabin ke andar chhoda.

Principal ke cabin se nikalte hi Trupti ko aisa laga jaise wo nangi khadi ho. Inspector Vijay aur Hawaldar Bosle ne use cabin ke bahar ruka diya tha, aur wo 20 minute Trupti ke liye kisi saza se kam nahi the. Har student jo wahan se guzar raha tha, wo Trupti ki tight peach kurti aur uske ubharte hue bhari boobs (38 size) ko ghoor raha tha, par sabse zyada dehshat use un do security officerwalon se thi jo andar Vikki ke baap ki shikayat par investigation kar rahe the.


Jab cabin ka darwaza khula, Inspector Vijay bahar aaya. Uski nazar sabse pehle Trupti ke gale par gayi, jahan kurti ke deep-cut se uski gori cleavage saaf jhalak rahi thi. Usne ek shaitani muskaan ke saath Trupti ko upar se niche tak scan kiya.


"Madam, ab humein IT department ke server room mein le chaliye," Vijay ne roab se kaha, par uski aankhein Trupti ke seene par hi tiki thin. "Humein backup logs aur upload history check karni hai. Dekhna hai ki kis harami ne wo video system mein daali."


Piche khada Hawaldar Bosle apni tond sahlata hua gandi tarah hansa. "Haan madam... aap hi rasta dikhaiye. Aapki tarah 'fit' guide mile toh investigation mein bhi maza aata hai." Usne Trupti ki chaudi gaand ko dekhte hue apni jeebh hothon par pheri.


Trupti ne bina kuch kahe rasta dikhana shuru kiya. Wo aage chal rahi thi aur dono security officerwale uske thik piche. Trupti ko mehsoos ho raha tha ki uski tight jeans mein phansi uski gol gaand har kadam ke saath kaise matak rahi hai. Wo sharm se mari ja rahi thi, use wahi purani raat yaad aa rahi thi jab inhi dono ne car-checking ke bahane use ghoora tha.



Tabhi, purani computer lab ke paas, usne ek khambe se tikke hue Rahul ko dekha.


Rahul wahan khada phone chala raha tha, par asliyat mein wo shikaari ki tarah Trupti aur un security officerwalon ki har harkat par nazar rakhe hue tha. Trupti ne jaise hi use dekha, use thoda sukoon mila. Wo nahi jaanti thi ki ye wahi 'beta' hai jisne kal raat andhere mein uska muh choda tha aur uska ras nigalwaya tha.


"Rahul..." Trupti ne dhire se pukara.


Rahul ne ek dum 'fikar-mand beta' banne ka natak kiya. "Maa... aap yahan? Ye security officer wale kaun hain?" Usne itni masoomiyat se pucha jaise use kuch pata hi na ho.


Trupti ne dabi aawaz mein bataya, "Vikki wale video ki investigation ke liye aaye hain. Server room ja rahe hain. Main bohot darr rahi hoon Rahul... ye wahi security officerwale hain jo car mein mile the."


Rahul ne Trupti ke kandhe par haath rakha, uska angutha dhire se uski sleeveless kurti se bahar nikalte nange kandhe ko chhoo gaya. "Aap fikar mat kijiye Maa. Main yahin aas-paas hoon. Kuch bhi ho toh mujhe call karna, main sab handle kar lunga. Aap bas inko rasta dikhaiye."


Trupti ko Rahul ki baaton se thoda hosla mila. Wo un dono security officerwalon ki taraf palti. Inspector Vijay ki teekhi nazrein Rahul par thin. Use wo ladka kahin dekha hua laga, par abhi uska poora dhyan Trupti ki matakti hui gaand par tha.


"Chaliye madam, time mat bigadiye," Vijay ne kaha.


Jaise hi Trupti aage badhi, Bosle ne Vijay ke kaan mein dhire se kaha, par Trupti ne saaf suna, "Sahab... ladki toh waqayi 'tight' hai. Us raat car mein bhi iski bhari hui chhatiyaan dekh kar mera khada ho gaya tha, aaj toh ye kurti mein aur bhi zyada maal lag rahi hai. Iski choot toh makkhan jaisi hogi."


Vijay ne smirk kiya. "Sahi keh raha hai Bosle. Aaj investigation ke bahane iske saath thoda 'personal' hona padega."


Trupti ka chehra tam-tama gaya. Wo tezi se server room ki taraf badhne lagi, uske kadam dagmaga rahe the. Use darr tha ki ye security officerwale kahin use akele mein na daboch lein. Use nahi pata tha ki uska apna beta, jo use 'bachane' ka waada kar raha hai, wahi asli mastermind hai jisne ye saara khel racha hai taaki Trupti har taraf se ghir jaye aur sirf uske paas panah maange.


Rahul ne unhe jaate hue dekha aur apne hothon par jeebh pheri. "Ab maza aayega. Maa... aaj security officer aapki 'checking' karegi, aur main tamasha dekhunga."

Purane computers ki sarsarahat aur mitti ki mehak ke beech Trupti khadi thi, uska saans lena bhi mushkil ho raha tha. Inspector Vijay ek purani table se tikka hua tha, uski vardi uske kasratibadan par tanni hui thi, aur uski shaitani nazrein baar-baar Trupti ki peach kurti ke gale se jhankte uske bhari boobs par ja tikti thin.


Hawaldar Bosle toh jaise nanga hi ghoor raha tha. Wo Trupti ke itna paas khada tha ki uski tond (pot belly) lagbhag Trupti ke kandhe ko chhoo rahi thi. Jab bhi Trupti thoda hilti, Bosle uski gol aur tight gaand ko aise dekhta jaise abhi daboch lega.


IT technician ne 10 minute tak screen par ungliyan chalayin aur phir sir jhatak diya.


"Sir, jo video auditorium mein chali thi, wo directly presentation folder se play hui hai. Koi bahar ki USB ya email ka nishaan nahi hai. Server log mein sab internal access dikh raha hai... source trace karna namumkin hai. Backup bhi bilkul saaf hai."


Vijay ne dhire se sir hilaya, par uski nazrein Trupti se nahi hati thin.


"Madam," usne thandi magar roabdar aawaz mein kaha, "aap yahan 2nd year ki student ho. Itna bada kaand ho gaya aur aapne kuch notice nahi kiya? Koi ladka jo laptop liye ghum raha ho? Kuch ajeeb?"


Trupti ne ghabrahat mein sir hila diya, uski ungliyan apne dupatte ko buri tarah marod rahi thin. "Nahi sir... main toh dance practice mein busy thi. Mujhe kuch nahi pata."


Bosle gandi tarah hansa. "Arre madam, aap itni qayamat ho... college ke launde toh aapke peeche pagal honge. Kisi ne toh aapko impress karne ke liye ye 'kand' kiya hoga."


Trupti ka chehra sharm se laal ho gaya. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki ye dono use wahi 'black gown' wali maal samajh rahe hain jo us raat car mein mili thi. Unki nazrein uske jism par kisi keede ki tarah reng rahi thin.


Vijay ek kadam aur paas aaya. "Phir bhi... safety ke liye humein aapka number chahiye. Agar investigation mein koi sawal hua toh aapko call kar sakein. Koi problem toh nahi hai na?"


Trupti ka dil baith gaya. Wo in tharki security officerwalon ko apna number nahi dena chahti thi, par ek officer ko mana karna aag se khelne jaisa tha. Usne kaanpte haathon se apna phone nikala aur number likhwaya.



Vijay ne ek vijeta wali muskaan ke saath number save kiya. "Thank you, madam. Aap bahut cooperative hain. Agar kuch yaad aaye... toh call kijiyega. Zaroor kijiyega."


Bosle ne apni jeebh hothon par pheri. "Haan... aur agar aapko koi pareshani ho... toh hum hain na. Aapko 'protect' karne ke liye."


Trupti wahan se bhagne ke liye tadap rahi thi. Jaise hi wo palti, use mehsoos hua ki un dono ki nazrein piche se uski matakti hui jeans-clad gaand ko nigaal rahi hain.


Darwaze ke paas use phir Rahul dikha. Trupti ki aankhon mein bebasi thi—ek khamosh pukaar. Rahul casually chalkar paas aaya, bilkul ek 'fikar-mand' classmate ki tarah.


"Trupti... sab theek hai? security officer ne pareshan toh nahi kiya?"


Trupti ne piche mudkar dekha ki wo dono andar hi hain, phir dhire se fusfusayi, "Unhone mera number le liya Rahul. Mujhe bahut darr lag raha hai... wo car wali baat unhe yaad hai. Wo mujhe gandi nazron se dekh rahe the."


Rahul ke andar ek shaitani sukoon doud gaya. security officer ka use pehchanna uske liye 'jackpot' tha—ab Trupti aur bhi zyada us par nirbhar (depend) ho jayegi. Usne Trupti ke kandhe par haath rakha—wahi kandha jise usne kal raat andhere mein kaskar pakda tha.


"Fikar mat karo. Main hoon na? security officer sirf routine kaam kar rahi hai. Vikki ka video leak hua hai, unka dhyan wahan hai. Tum bas normal raho. Abhay ko abhi kuch mat batana... wo pehle hi darr ke maare pagal ho raha hai."


Trupti ko Rahul ka sparsh (touch) is tufaan mein sahara laga. "Thank you, Rahul. Tum hamesha meri madad karte ho."


Rahul ne ek masoom muskaan di. "Main hamesha hoon na... aapki har zaroorat ke liye."


Trupti apni class ki taraf chali gayi, uski gaand har kadam ke saath matak rahi thi. Rahul wahan khada use dekhta raha, uski aankhon mein hawas aur kamyabi ka nasha tha.

security officer ke paas uska number tha.

Vikki ka baap gusse mein tha.

Abhay files delete kar raha tha.

Aur Trupti... wo dhire-dhire us jaal mein utar rahi thi jise uske apne 'bete' ne buna tha.

Asli khel toh ab shuru hua tha.