29-03-2026, 07:33 AM
Vikram wo message aur uski tone dekh kar kaafi excited ho gaya tha. Aisa lag raha tha ki usey baat karna pasand aa raha hai. Uska aaj class attend karne ka koi plan nahi tha. Wo abhi basketball practice karke aa raha tha. Usne ek yellow jersey ke saath sleeveless t-shirt aur shorts pehni hui thi.
"Naughty boy abhi gehri neend mein hai, lagta hai kal raat kaafi thak gaya tha?" Ye type karte waqt uske chehre par ek shararati muskan thi.
"Oh, wo abhi tak nahi jaga.. so sad.. ?" Prinsi ne ye type karte hue andar chalkar darwaza band kar liya.
"Kya tum chahti ho main usey abhi jaga doon.. ?"
"Oh nahi, usey sone do, main kisi ki neend kharab nahi karna chahti.. Bechaara kamzor ladka." Uske hothon par ek naughty smile aa gayi. Wo sofa par baith kar peeche ki taraf jhuk gayi aur apne pair upar karne ke liye recliner ko adjust kiya.
"Nahi dear, wo double strong hai, wo bas aaj ki raat ke liye taiyari kar raha hai." Wo Men’s Toilet ke paas corridor mein khada tha. Wo deewar ke sahare jhuka aur dheere se apne kapdon ko adjust karne laga.
"Oh, aaj raat aisa kya hone wala hai? Kya wo hamesha night shift mein hi hota hai?"
"Wo koi bhi shift kar sakta hai. Wo kaafi flexible hai. Kal usne ek online service di thi aur client ko kaafi impress kiya. Isliye, aaj raat ke liye bhi uski service book ho chuki hai." Usey ab apne shorts ke andar thodi bechaini mehsoos hone lagi thi. Usne aas-paas nazar ghumayi, smartphone ki clock mein subah ke 09:15 ho rahe the, classes shayad shuru ho chuki thi isliye wahan koi nahi tha.
"Hmm, kya tumhe yakeen hai ki usey uski performance ki wajah se hire kiya gaya hai, ya phir shayad aaj ke liye usey koi aur service wala nahi mila?" Ye type karte waqt wo apne hothon ko daanto se daba rahi thi.
"Usey poora bharosa hai ki uski service bahut hi zabardast thi. Wo high class aur low-class dono tarah ke clients ko service dene mein experienced hai. Aisa laga jaise purana service wala uske liye thik nahi tha."
Tabhi corridor mein kisi ke tezi se sidhiyon se chalne ki aawaz gunji. Agle hi kuch seconds mein Raj corridor mein dikhayi diya. Vikram ko dekh kar Raj ek pal ke liye ruka. Vikram ne usey dekhte hi paas aane ka ishara kiya. Jab Raj, Vikram ke paas aakar khada hua toh wo poora paseene mein tar-batar tha.
"Oh sach mein, wo kis tarah ki services offer karta hai.." Prinsi ko ab andar se ek ajeeb si halchal mehsoos ho rahi thi.
"Wo bahut tarah ki services deta hai, kal oil change aur lubrication tha." Wo Raj ko apni mobile screen nahi dikha raha tha. "Tumhe itni der kyun ho gayi Sameer.." Vikram ne ek tedhi muskan ke saath pucha. Raj koi jawab nahi de paya.
"Oh agar tumne service pehle hi kar di hai toh aaj dobara kyun kar rahe ho?" Screen par phir se message pop-up hua.
"Oh ye toh 1984 ka model hai, kaafi waqt se iski service nahi hui. Lagta hai pichle paanch-che saalon se koi oil change nahi hua hai. In-house technician toh bilkul bekaar hai.. isliye ise dobara full speed mein lane ke liye regular maintenance ki zaroorat hai." Vikram ke shorts ke upar se uski mardangi ab saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Usne bina kisi sharam ke apne baayein hath se usey pakad liya. Raj ye dekh kar bilkul sunn reh gaya, uske paas koi shabd nahi bache the.
"Usey kaise pata chala ki pichle paanch saalon se oil change nahi hua.. kya tumne iski jaanch ki hai.. ?" phone phir se baja.
"Jaanch karne ki zaroorat nahi hai.. wo kisi bhi machine ko bas kareeb se dekh kar hi samajh jata hai. Experience hai madam. Ek purane service dene wale par shakk mat kijiye.. ise wapas full performance mein lane ke liye lagatar service chahiye." Usey pata tha ki Raj uske ubhaar ko ghur raha hai. Shorts ke patle kapde se uski lambai aur motai saaf pata chal rahi thi. Raj ne bina soche samjhe apne sookhe hothon par zabaan pheri.
Vikram ne aankh maarte huye phir se usey upar se hi dabaya.
"Oh aisa hai kya.. ye toh kaafi impressive hai. Kya usne ye sab tumhe bataya.. kya wo ab jag gaya hai?" Screen par ek naya message chamka.
"Haan wo ab jag gaya hai.. aur tumhe good morning keh raha hai.. ?"
"Oh wah.. meri taraf se usey good day wish kar dena.. ab mujhe kitchen mein thoda kaam hai.. aaj raat ke liye good luck, umeed hai wo usey hire kar legi." Prinsi ne recliner ko wapas normal position mein kiya aur khadi ho gayi.
"Hey madam, jaaiye mat, ek minute.. wo aapse kuch pooch raha hai..."
"Oh sach, wo kya pooch raha hai.. wo toh abhi jaga hai na.. ?"
"Wo keh raha hai ki wo aapke liye ek machine ki free jaanch kar sakta hai.. bas usey uski ek full photo chahiye.. wo aapko bata dega ki kin-kin services ki zaroorat hai." Wo ek tedhi muskan ke saath Raj ke thoda aur kareeb aa gaya.
"Hmm.. mujhe dekhne do agar yahan aisi koi machine hai jo kaafi waqt se use nahi hui.." Prinsi ye bhejte waqt dheere-dheere hass rahi thi.
Jab kuch minutes tak koi jawab nahi aaya, toh Vikram ne apna hath Raj ke kandhe par rakha. "Mere saath aao chalo.." wo sidhiyon se niche utra aur college hostel ki taraf chalne laga. Chalte waqt wo baar-baar bechaini se apna phone check kar raha tha. Koi aur rasta na hone ki wajah se Raj bhi uske saath ho liya.
"Andar aao Raj.." Vikram ne kamre mein enter hote huye kaha. Hostel us waqt lagbhag khali tha. Raj ke andar aate hi usne darwaza band kar diya.
"Baitho yaar..." usne bed ki taraf ishara kiya. Vikram uske theek saamne khada ho gaya. Raj ki nazrein jaise hi Vikram ke shorts par bane us bade se ubhaar par padi, usne apni aankhein band kar li. Vikram zor se hasa aur aankh maari.. "tumhe pasand aaya na?" Usne phone bed par phenka aur Raj ke saamne hi apni sakhti ko dheere se dabane laga.
Prinsi dheere se dining aur living room ke paas wale washing area ke aaine ke saamne gayi. Wo mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Uske dhile-dhale pink nighty ke andar se uske badan ke ubhaar saaf jhalak rahe the. Wo thoda ghoomi, nighty ke neeche pehni underskirt ne uske curves ko chipa rakha tha. Uske hothon par ek shararati muskan aayi aur usne dheere se apni underskirt ki ganth khol di. Safed cotton ki wo underskirt uske ghutno tak gir gayi. Wo usse bahar nikal aayi aur aaine mein phir se apne badan ko niharne lagi. Nighty ab uske curves ko poori tarah dikha rahi thi. Ek naughty smile ke saath, usne apni nighty ko peeche se thoda andar ki taraf daba diya taaki shape aur ubhar kar aaye. Apne is look se satisfied hokar, usne smartphone ke camera mein timer mode on kiya aur usey dining table par tika diya. Camera ne uski back aur side se kai saari pics click ki. Wo ghoomi aur dheere se apni nighty ka upar wala hook khol diya aur kuch aur pics li.
Vikram ka mobile baja. "Wo message kholo Raj.. kaun hai?" Usne bed par pade phone ki taraf ishara kiya aur ek kamini muskan di.
Raj ne phone uthaya. 'New messages from slutty mom'. Wahan ek lambi chat chal rahi thi jiske end mein lagbhag che photos thi. Wo kisi B-grade actress ki tarah lag rahi thi. Jab Raj ne un pics ko poori tarah dekha, toh uske shareer mein ek thartharahat si daud gayi. Wo jhat se bed se uth khada hua. Wo bas phati aankhon se unhe dekhta reh gaya. Usey apni aankhon par yakeen nahi ho raha tha, ye Prinsi thi, uski apni seedhi-saadhi mummy. Uske dimaag mein unki wahi sharmili surat ghoomne lagi.
"Kya naughty, tumhari jaanch ke liye itna kaafi hai..? mujhe results batao" screen par ek aur message pop-up hua.
"Kaun hai Raj.. mujhe dikhao.." Vikram uske paas aaya aur uske hath se phone cheen liya. Usne images par click kiya. "Ahh Prinsi.. saali kutiya.."
Usne pehli pic zoom ki. Usey black panty ki line saaf dikh rahi thi jahan nighty phasi hui thi.
"Ahh ye dekh bhai.." usne wo photo Raj ke saamne kar di. "Kya maal hai.. teri mom.." Usne apni ungliyan us panty line par pheri. Usne agli pic kholi. Uska cleavage saaf dikh raha tha jahan se white bra jhalak rahi thi. Vikram ne apni sakhti ko zor se dabaya. "Aree wah..." wo zor se karaaha aur phir se khud ko dabane laga.
"Aaj ke liye itna kaafi hai saali.. ye poori tarah jag chuka hai aur abhi jaanch kar raha hai.." ye type karte hue usne dheere se apne shorts ghutno tak niche gira diye.
"Ahh uske hoth toh dekh.. ahh.. main apna ye inke beech mein dekhna chahta hoon.." Vikram, Raj ki taraf ghooma. Wo gehri saansein le raha tha aur uska shirt paseene se bhig chuka tha. Vikram ki nazar niche gayi. Usne jab Raj ke pants ke andar halchal dekhi, toh wo zor se hansne laga.
"Saale, tera toh khada ho gaya.." Raj kuch kadam peeche hata. "Nahi-nahi.."
"Mujhe dekhne de.." Vikram usey chhodne ke mood mein nahi tha. "Mujhe dekhne de.." Wo uski taraf badha.
"Nahi yaar please.." Raj ne minnat ki.
"Theek hai toh phir tum mujhe check kyun nahi karne de rahe?" Vikram muskuraya.
"Nahi please.. mujhe jaane do.." Raj phir se peeche hata. Par apni uttejna ko chipane ki uski saari koshish bekaar ja rahi thi.
"Theek hai, agar tera khada nahi hua hai toh main tujhe chhod dunga. Lekin agar tu jhoot bol raha hai, toh tujhe meri madad karni hogi release hone mein.." Vikram ne Raj ke kandhe par hath rakh kar ye kaha. Raj ne sharmindagi ke maare apni nazrein niche jhuka li.
Ek chalaak muskan ke saath, Vikram ne Raj ke kandhon ko zor se dabaya aur usey apne ghutno ke bal baithne par majboor kar diya. Raj ne apni aankhein band kar li jab usne apne chehre ke theek saamne white underwear ke andar wo bada sa ubhaar dekha. Underwear ka beech ka hissa poori tarah geela ho chuka tha. Ek ajeeb si teekhi gandh Raj ki naakon tak pahunchi.
"Taiyaar saale..?" Vikram ne Raj ka sir pakda aur usey apne crotch ki taraf dhakela.
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Vikram ka wo response dekh kar Prinsi ko apni thighs ke beech ek thartharahat mehsoos hui. Uske poore badan mein rongte khade ho gaye. Usne apni aankhein band ki aur apna daya hath apni thighs ke beech rakha, aur dining table se peeth tika kar dheere se dabane lagi.
"DING DING"
Achanak hui is aawaz ne usey jhanjhor kar rakh diya. Usne apni aankhein kholi. Door bell baj rahi thi. Wo tezi se saansein le rahi thi kyunki uska wo sukoon wala pal beech mein hi toot gaya tha. Door bell phir se baji. Koi darwaze par tha. Wo apni saanson ko kabu karne ki koshish kar rahi thi par nakamyab rahi.
Tabhi mobile bajne laga. Screen par "Suman Didi Calling" ka notification pop-up hua. Usne hichkichate hue 'accept' button slide kiya. "Prinsi, dear kahan ho tum..? main bahar hoon.. please darwaza kholo.."
"Oh sure Didi.. main bas andar hi hoon.." Wo darwaze ki taraf bhagi, ye bhool kar ki kamre ke andar kya haalat hai. Uska skirt dining room aur living room ke beech farsh par pada tha. Darwaze ke bahar Ramesh (60), jo ek retired colonel aur Residence Association ke secretary the, Suman ke saath besabri se intezar kar rahe the.
"Naughty boy abhi gehri neend mein hai, lagta hai kal raat kaafi thak gaya tha?" Ye type karte waqt uske chehre par ek shararati muskan thi.
"Oh, wo abhi tak nahi jaga.. so sad.. ?" Prinsi ne ye type karte hue andar chalkar darwaza band kar liya.
"Kya tum chahti ho main usey abhi jaga doon.. ?"
"Oh nahi, usey sone do, main kisi ki neend kharab nahi karna chahti.. Bechaara kamzor ladka." Uske hothon par ek naughty smile aa gayi. Wo sofa par baith kar peeche ki taraf jhuk gayi aur apne pair upar karne ke liye recliner ko adjust kiya.
"Nahi dear, wo double strong hai, wo bas aaj ki raat ke liye taiyari kar raha hai." Wo Men’s Toilet ke paas corridor mein khada tha. Wo deewar ke sahare jhuka aur dheere se apne kapdon ko adjust karne laga.
"Oh, aaj raat aisa kya hone wala hai? Kya wo hamesha night shift mein hi hota hai?"
"Wo koi bhi shift kar sakta hai. Wo kaafi flexible hai. Kal usne ek online service di thi aur client ko kaafi impress kiya. Isliye, aaj raat ke liye bhi uski service book ho chuki hai." Usey ab apne shorts ke andar thodi bechaini mehsoos hone lagi thi. Usne aas-paas nazar ghumayi, smartphone ki clock mein subah ke 09:15 ho rahe the, classes shayad shuru ho chuki thi isliye wahan koi nahi tha.
"Hmm, kya tumhe yakeen hai ki usey uski performance ki wajah se hire kiya gaya hai, ya phir shayad aaj ke liye usey koi aur service wala nahi mila?" Ye type karte waqt wo apne hothon ko daanto se daba rahi thi.
"Usey poora bharosa hai ki uski service bahut hi zabardast thi. Wo high class aur low-class dono tarah ke clients ko service dene mein experienced hai. Aisa laga jaise purana service wala uske liye thik nahi tha."
Tabhi corridor mein kisi ke tezi se sidhiyon se chalne ki aawaz gunji. Agle hi kuch seconds mein Raj corridor mein dikhayi diya. Vikram ko dekh kar Raj ek pal ke liye ruka. Vikram ne usey dekhte hi paas aane ka ishara kiya. Jab Raj, Vikram ke paas aakar khada hua toh wo poora paseene mein tar-batar tha.
"Oh sach mein, wo kis tarah ki services offer karta hai.." Prinsi ko ab andar se ek ajeeb si halchal mehsoos ho rahi thi.
"Wo bahut tarah ki services deta hai, kal oil change aur lubrication tha." Wo Raj ko apni mobile screen nahi dikha raha tha. "Tumhe itni der kyun ho gayi Sameer.." Vikram ne ek tedhi muskan ke saath pucha. Raj koi jawab nahi de paya.
"Oh agar tumne service pehle hi kar di hai toh aaj dobara kyun kar rahe ho?" Screen par phir se message pop-up hua.
"Oh ye toh 1984 ka model hai, kaafi waqt se iski service nahi hui. Lagta hai pichle paanch-che saalon se koi oil change nahi hua hai. In-house technician toh bilkul bekaar hai.. isliye ise dobara full speed mein lane ke liye regular maintenance ki zaroorat hai." Vikram ke shorts ke upar se uski mardangi ab saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Usne bina kisi sharam ke apne baayein hath se usey pakad liya. Raj ye dekh kar bilkul sunn reh gaya, uske paas koi shabd nahi bache the.
"Usey kaise pata chala ki pichle paanch saalon se oil change nahi hua.. kya tumne iski jaanch ki hai.. ?" phone phir se baja.
"Jaanch karne ki zaroorat nahi hai.. wo kisi bhi machine ko bas kareeb se dekh kar hi samajh jata hai. Experience hai madam. Ek purane service dene wale par shakk mat kijiye.. ise wapas full performance mein lane ke liye lagatar service chahiye." Usey pata tha ki Raj uske ubhaar ko ghur raha hai. Shorts ke patle kapde se uski lambai aur motai saaf pata chal rahi thi. Raj ne bina soche samjhe apne sookhe hothon par zabaan pheri.
Vikram ne aankh maarte huye phir se usey upar se hi dabaya.
"Oh aisa hai kya.. ye toh kaafi impressive hai. Kya usne ye sab tumhe bataya.. kya wo ab jag gaya hai?" Screen par ek naya message chamka.
"Haan wo ab jag gaya hai.. aur tumhe good morning keh raha hai.. ?"
"Oh wah.. meri taraf se usey good day wish kar dena.. ab mujhe kitchen mein thoda kaam hai.. aaj raat ke liye good luck, umeed hai wo usey hire kar legi." Prinsi ne recliner ko wapas normal position mein kiya aur khadi ho gayi.
"Hey madam, jaaiye mat, ek minute.. wo aapse kuch pooch raha hai..."
"Oh sach, wo kya pooch raha hai.. wo toh abhi jaga hai na.. ?"
"Wo keh raha hai ki wo aapke liye ek machine ki free jaanch kar sakta hai.. bas usey uski ek full photo chahiye.. wo aapko bata dega ki kin-kin services ki zaroorat hai." Wo ek tedhi muskan ke saath Raj ke thoda aur kareeb aa gaya.
"Hmm.. mujhe dekhne do agar yahan aisi koi machine hai jo kaafi waqt se use nahi hui.." Prinsi ye bhejte waqt dheere-dheere hass rahi thi.
Jab kuch minutes tak koi jawab nahi aaya, toh Vikram ne apna hath Raj ke kandhe par rakha. "Mere saath aao chalo.." wo sidhiyon se niche utra aur college hostel ki taraf chalne laga. Chalte waqt wo baar-baar bechaini se apna phone check kar raha tha. Koi aur rasta na hone ki wajah se Raj bhi uske saath ho liya.
"Andar aao Raj.." Vikram ne kamre mein enter hote huye kaha. Hostel us waqt lagbhag khali tha. Raj ke andar aate hi usne darwaza band kar diya.
"Baitho yaar..." usne bed ki taraf ishara kiya. Vikram uske theek saamne khada ho gaya. Raj ki nazrein jaise hi Vikram ke shorts par bane us bade se ubhaar par padi, usne apni aankhein band kar li. Vikram zor se hasa aur aankh maari.. "tumhe pasand aaya na?" Usne phone bed par phenka aur Raj ke saamne hi apni sakhti ko dheere se dabane laga.
Prinsi dheere se dining aur living room ke paas wale washing area ke aaine ke saamne gayi. Wo mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Uske dhile-dhale pink nighty ke andar se uske badan ke ubhaar saaf jhalak rahe the. Wo thoda ghoomi, nighty ke neeche pehni underskirt ne uske curves ko chipa rakha tha. Uske hothon par ek shararati muskan aayi aur usne dheere se apni underskirt ki ganth khol di. Safed cotton ki wo underskirt uske ghutno tak gir gayi. Wo usse bahar nikal aayi aur aaine mein phir se apne badan ko niharne lagi. Nighty ab uske curves ko poori tarah dikha rahi thi. Ek naughty smile ke saath, usne apni nighty ko peeche se thoda andar ki taraf daba diya taaki shape aur ubhar kar aaye. Apne is look se satisfied hokar, usne smartphone ke camera mein timer mode on kiya aur usey dining table par tika diya. Camera ne uski back aur side se kai saari pics click ki. Wo ghoomi aur dheere se apni nighty ka upar wala hook khol diya aur kuch aur pics li.
Vikram ka mobile baja. "Wo message kholo Raj.. kaun hai?" Usne bed par pade phone ki taraf ishara kiya aur ek kamini muskan di.
Raj ne phone uthaya. 'New messages from slutty mom'. Wahan ek lambi chat chal rahi thi jiske end mein lagbhag che photos thi. Wo kisi B-grade actress ki tarah lag rahi thi. Jab Raj ne un pics ko poori tarah dekha, toh uske shareer mein ek thartharahat si daud gayi. Wo jhat se bed se uth khada hua. Wo bas phati aankhon se unhe dekhta reh gaya. Usey apni aankhon par yakeen nahi ho raha tha, ye Prinsi thi, uski apni seedhi-saadhi mummy. Uske dimaag mein unki wahi sharmili surat ghoomne lagi.
"Kya naughty, tumhari jaanch ke liye itna kaafi hai..? mujhe results batao" screen par ek aur message pop-up hua.
"Kaun hai Raj.. mujhe dikhao.." Vikram uske paas aaya aur uske hath se phone cheen liya. Usne images par click kiya. "Ahh Prinsi.. saali kutiya.."
Usne pehli pic zoom ki. Usey black panty ki line saaf dikh rahi thi jahan nighty phasi hui thi.
"Ahh ye dekh bhai.." usne wo photo Raj ke saamne kar di. "Kya maal hai.. teri mom.." Usne apni ungliyan us panty line par pheri. Usne agli pic kholi. Uska cleavage saaf dikh raha tha jahan se white bra jhalak rahi thi. Vikram ne apni sakhti ko zor se dabaya. "Aree wah..." wo zor se karaaha aur phir se khud ko dabane laga.
"Aaj ke liye itna kaafi hai saali.. ye poori tarah jag chuka hai aur abhi jaanch kar raha hai.." ye type karte hue usne dheere se apne shorts ghutno tak niche gira diye.
"Ahh uske hoth toh dekh.. ahh.. main apna ye inke beech mein dekhna chahta hoon.." Vikram, Raj ki taraf ghooma. Wo gehri saansein le raha tha aur uska shirt paseene se bhig chuka tha. Vikram ki nazar niche gayi. Usne jab Raj ke pants ke andar halchal dekhi, toh wo zor se hansne laga.
"Saale, tera toh khada ho gaya.." Raj kuch kadam peeche hata. "Nahi-nahi.."
"Mujhe dekhne de.." Vikram usey chhodne ke mood mein nahi tha. "Mujhe dekhne de.." Wo uski taraf badha.
"Nahi yaar please.." Raj ne minnat ki.
"Theek hai toh phir tum mujhe check kyun nahi karne de rahe?" Vikram muskuraya.
"Nahi please.. mujhe jaane do.." Raj phir se peeche hata. Par apni uttejna ko chipane ki uski saari koshish bekaar ja rahi thi.
"Theek hai, agar tera khada nahi hua hai toh main tujhe chhod dunga. Lekin agar tu jhoot bol raha hai, toh tujhe meri madad karni hogi release hone mein.." Vikram ne Raj ke kandhe par hath rakh kar ye kaha. Raj ne sharmindagi ke maare apni nazrein niche jhuka li.
Ek chalaak muskan ke saath, Vikram ne Raj ke kandhon ko zor se dabaya aur usey apne ghutno ke bal baithne par majboor kar diya. Raj ne apni aankhein band kar li jab usne apne chehre ke theek saamne white underwear ke andar wo bada sa ubhaar dekha. Underwear ka beech ka hissa poori tarah geela ho chuka tha. Ek ajeeb si teekhi gandh Raj ki naakon tak pahunchi.
"Taiyaar saale..?" Vikram ne Raj ka sir pakda aur usey apne crotch ki taraf dhakela.
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Vikram ka wo response dekh kar Prinsi ko apni thighs ke beech ek thartharahat mehsoos hui. Uske poore badan mein rongte khade ho gaye. Usne apni aankhein band ki aur apna daya hath apni thighs ke beech rakha, aur dining table se peeth tika kar dheere se dabane lagi.
"DING DING"
Achanak hui is aawaz ne usey jhanjhor kar rakh diya. Usne apni aankhein kholi. Door bell baj rahi thi. Wo tezi se saansein le rahi thi kyunki uska wo sukoon wala pal beech mein hi toot gaya tha. Door bell phir se baji. Koi darwaze par tha. Wo apni saanson ko kabu karne ki koshish kar rahi thi par nakamyab rahi.
Tabhi mobile bajne laga. Screen par "Suman Didi Calling" ka notification pop-up hua. Usne hichkichate hue 'accept' button slide kiya. "Prinsi, dear kahan ho tum..? main bahar hoon.. please darwaza kholo.."
"Oh sure Didi.. main bas andar hi hoon.." Wo darwaze ki taraf bhagi, ye bhool kar ki kamre ke andar kya haalat hai. Uska skirt dining room aur living room ke beech farsh par pada tha. Darwaze ke bahar Ramesh (60), jo ek retired colonel aur Residence Association ke secretary the, Suman ke saath besabri se intezar kar rahe the.
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