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Do hafte guzar gaye the, lekin Aarav Kumar ki yaad waqt ke saath kam hone ke bajaye aur gehri, aur tez hoti ja rahi thi. Subah ka routine wahi tha – Amjad ko nashta de kar office bhejti, bachon ko tayyar kar ke college bhejti. Nauman aur Rafay ki masoom hasi dekh kar thoda sa sukoon milta, lekin dil ke andar ek khamosh aag jalti rehti. Dopahar 1 baje bachhe college se wapas aate, unko khana khila kar sula deti, phir ghar ka saara kaam – jhadu, pocha, kapde dhona, bartan manjna – sab kuch karti. Ghar ka mahol normal lag raha tha, Amjad subah jaldi nikal jata, shaam ko thaka hua aata, bachon ke saath khelta, mujhe pyar se gale lagata. Lekin jaise hi raat hoti aur main bistar pe leti, wohi sab yaadein jaise zinda ho jati – Aarav ki woh killer smile, uski garam saans meri gardan pe, uska mota H.indu lund meri gaand pe ragadta hua, dinner table ke neeche pair se meri thigh ragadna, woh gandi baatein jo kaanon mein gunjti rehti thi: “Noureen… teri M.uslim chut Aarav Kumar ke liye tadap rahi hai.”
Dil dhadak utha, chut mein garmi daud jati, nipples sakht ho jate. Haath khud-ba-khud salwar ke andar chala jata, panty pehle se gili hoti, ungliyan clit pe circle banati, andar daalti, tez tez hilati – “Aarav… zor se…” keh kar jhad jati. Lekin har baar climax ke baad guilt ka bojh dil pe girta – “Yeh galat hai, main Amjad ki biwi hoon, do bachon ki maa hoon.” Dimag zor se rokta: “Mat soch uske baare mein, yeh bewafai hai.” Lekin dil chupke se kehta: “Bas ek baar aur mil le… uski nazron mein tadap dekh le… teri pyas thodi si shant kar le.”
Do hafte aise hi guzar gaye – routine mein, lekin andar se jalti hui.
Dubai mein Friday aur Saturday off hote hain. Amjad aksar Saturday ko customer meeting ke liye site pe chala jata tha, bachon ka college bhi off hota. Ek Friday dopahar ko main kitchen mein khana bana rahi thi – biryani ki khushboo fail rahi thi, haath mein masala, dimag ko shant karne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Achanak Amjad ka phone baja. Woh drawing room mein baitha tha. Baat shuru ki, thodi hasi ki awaaz aayi kitchen tak – “Haan bhai… bilkul… aa jaana.” 5 minute baad Amjad kitchen mein aaya, chehre pe khushi.
“Noureen, Aarav Kumar raat ko aa raha hai,” usne bola, jaise kuch normal baat ho. “Usne kaha tha bhabhi ke haath ki biryani bohot pasand aayi thi, woh keh raha tha ‘Bhabhi ki haath ki biryani khani hai’. Aur kal Saturday off hai, toh kuch gap-shap ho jayegi. Main yahan toh akela rehta hoon, Amjad hasa, mere kandhe pe haath rakha, maathe pe kiss kiya, aur drawing room chala gaya.
Main wahan hi khadi reh gayi – haath se masala girne laga, dil zor se dhadakne laga.
Aarav Kumar ka naam sunte hi jism mein bijli si daud gayi. Do hafte se jo aag bujhaane ki koshish kar rahi thi, woh ek dam se bhadak uthi. Chut mein tez garmi mehsoos hui, panty gili hone lagi, nipples silk kurti pe ubhar aaye. Chehra garam ho gaya, saansein tez ho gayi – ghabrahat bhi thi, tadap bhi. Soch rahi thi: “Amjad, Aarav Kumar biryani ka bahanay tumhari M.uslim biwi se milne aa raha hai… aaj raat woh aayega… Amjad ke saamne phir se woh nazrein, woh smile, woh touches.” Dimag chillaya: “Noureen, ruk ja, yeh galat hai, Amjad ko bata de.” Lekin dil keh raha tha: “Bas ek baar… uski nazron mein tadap dekh le, uske haath ki garmi mehsoos kar le… teri pyas thodi si shant kar le.”
Mujhe yaad aaya – jab last time Aarav ne Amjad ko phone kiya tha. Usne bahana banaya tha: “Amjad bhai, weekend pe thoda time nikal kar new project ki baat kar lein. Dinner ke saath better discuss ho jayega.” Amjad ko laga business ka maamla hai, woh khush ho gaya. “Theek
hai bhai, aa jaana.” Lekin mujhe pata tha asli wajah kya hai – woh meri taraf aata tha, meri taraf se aane wali woh chhupi si tadap mehsoos karne aata tha. Woh jaanta tha main do hafte se tarap rahi hoon, uski yaad mein raat bhar tadapti hoon, uske naam se jhadti hoon. Yeh baat jaan kar usko aur maza aa raha tha – ek M.uslim biwi ko apne H.indu charm se pagal karna.
Shaam hui, main tayyar hui – light pink silk suit pehna, dupatta thoda loose rakha taaki curves dikhen, red lipstick lagayi, pairon mein unchi heel ki sandal, aankhon mein kohl – jaise khud ko uske liye sajaya ho. Dil dhadak raha tha – dar bhi, excitement bhi.
Darwaza knock hua – Amjad washroom mein tha, maine darwaza khola. Saamne Aarav khada tha. White shirt, sleeves folded, forearms pe veins, tight blue jeans mein bulge ka hint, rose-oud ki khushboo fail gayi. Mujhe dekhte hi uski aankhen chamak uthi, killer smile di – woh smile jo meri neend uda deti thi. Aarav ne idhar-udhar dekha aur poocha: “Amjad kahan hai?” Maine kaanpti awaaz mein bola: “Woh washroom mein hain, aap drawing room mein baithiye.” Aarav ne dheere se bola, sirf main sun saku: “Noureen… do hafte se tarap raha hoon tumko dekhne ke liye.”
Maine aankhen utha kar usko dekha aur masnoi gussa dikhate hue, kaanpti awaaz mein boli: “Aarav please, apne aap ko sambhalo, jo tum kar rahe ho sab galat hai. Amjad ko pata chal gaya toh kya hoga? Woh tumko bhai bolta hai.” Our tum ?”
Main andar se kaanp rahi thi, chehra laal ho raha tha. Maine Aarav ko drawing room mein bithaya aur kitchen mein pani lana chali gayi.
Main pani laayi, Glass dete hue usne jaan-bujh kar mera haath pakad liya,– usne jaan bujh kar ungliyan ragad di, dheere se squeeze kiya. Current daud gaya, chut mein pani aa gaya, saans ruk gayi. Usne dheere bola: “Kya karoon Noureen… tumhari khoobsurti ne mujhe pagal kar diya hai. Teri aankhen bol rahi hain… tu bhi tarap rahi hai.”
Maine ghabra kar halki, kaanpti awaaz mein bola: “Aarav… please… Amjad aa jayega.” Lekin meri awaaz mein gussa nahi, tadap thi.
Itne mein Amjad aa gaya. Aarav ne Amjad se gale milaya aur phir idhar-udhar ki baat karta raha, saath mein new project ki baat bhi. Amjad ne mujhe awaaz di, main drawing room mein aayi. Amjad ne apne paas bitha liya aur bola: “Aarav, tu toh meri biryani ka deewana ho gaya hai.” Maine dil mein socha: “Amjad, tumko kya pata woh biryani ka nahi, tumhari M.uslim biwi ka deewana ho gaya hai.”
Aarav bola: “Bhabhi, waqai us din aapne biryani bohot maze ki banayi thi.” Lekin Aarav ki nazrein meri chhati pe, honthon pe thi – jaise aankhon se hi masal raha ho. Maine masnoi muskurahat se thanks kaha.
Itne mein Nauman aur Rafay bhi aa gaye aur Aarav uncle ko salam kiya. Nauman Aarav ke barabar mein bait gaya, aur Rafay meri god mein aa kar baith gaya.
Aarav ne apni jeb se chocolate nikaal kar Nauman ko di, aur dusri chocolate Rafay ko dene ka bahana banakar mere paas aaya aur bola: “Rafay, bata mama ko kyun tang kar raha hai?” Usne ek dam se Rafay ko god mein uthane ka bahana kar ek haath se meri chhati ko dabate hue Rafay ko god mein utha liya. Mera pura jism kaanp utha, main thoda sa hil gayi. Maine Aarav ki taraf dekha – who Aarav Rafay ko chocolate deta hua mujhe ghoorta hua wohi shaitani smile de raha tha. Mere pure jism mein bijli daud rahi thi, main sharm aur ghabrahat mein Amjad ki taraf dekha aur nazrein neeche kar li. Aarav ki himmat dekh kar dil dhadak raha tha – usne apne dost ke saamne, uske bagal mein hi, uski M.uslim biwi ki chhati ko daba diya tha, aur Amjad ko kuch pata nahi chala.
Amjad khushi se hans raha tha, use kuch bhi shak nahi tha. Maine jaldi se kitchen ki taraf bhag gayi. Kitchen mein pahunch kar deewar ka sahara liya – meri saansein phooli hui thi, chehra laal, chut mein tez garmi, panty bilkul bhigi hui. Soch rahi thi: “Yeh kya ho raha hai mujhse? Amjad ke saamne hi yeh sab… agar Amjad ne dekh liya to kya hoga? Meri izzat, mera ghar, mera sab kuch barbaad ho jayega.” Lekin saath hi ek ajeeb si khushi bhi thi – Aarav ki aankhon mein woh bhukh, uska haath meri chhati par, yeh mannooba ehsaas mujhe andar se tadpa raha tha.
Dinner table par baithe to Aarav mere bilkul saamne baitha tha. Amjad uske bagal mein. Khane ke dauran Aarav ne apni pair se halki si meri pair ko touch kiya – jaise ittefaq se, lekin main jaanti thi yeh ittefaq nahi tha. Maine ghoor kar dekha, woh apni plate ki taraf dekh kar kha raha tha. Meri pair par Aarav na apna pair halka sa dabao… meri chut mein ek baar phir garmi daud gayi. Amjad khane mein masroof tha, Aarav ne faida uthaya – table ke neeche apna pair sa mere pair ko ragad raha tha, dheere se meri ankle par ungli ghumai. Mera pair kaanp utha, maine jaldi se pair hatane ki koshish ki, lekin uski ungli meri pair par ragad gayi. Mera jism kaanp utha, chehra laal ho gaya. Amjad ne poocha: “Noureen, kya hua? Chehra laal kyun hai?” Maine kaanpti awaaz mein bola: “Kuch nahi… khana garam hai.”
Khane ke dauran jab bhi main dish Aarav ko deti, woh jaan-bujh kar mera haath chhoota, ungliyan ragad deta, halka sa dabao deta. Har baar mera haath kaanp jata, chut mein paani badh jata.
Amjad phone par kuch dekh raha tha – Aarav ne faida uthate raha tha our wo musal sal apna pair sa mara pair ko sala raha tha khana khana ka baat mai barta samat rahee tha ka Amjad uth kar kitchen gaya to Aarav ne foran mere qareeb jhuk kar kaha: “Noureen… tum bhi tadap rahi ho na? Tumhari aankhen bol rahi hain. Tumhari M.uslim chut meri yaad mein geeli ho rahi hai.” Maine gusse se dekha, lekin andar se meri chut mein ek nayi lehar daud gayi. Maine kaha: “Bas karo Aarav… yeh galat hai.” Lekin meri awaaz mein woh taqat nahi thi.
Amjad wapas aaya to maine khud ko sambhal liya, lekin table ke neeche Aarav ka pair ab bhi meri raan se ragad raha tha. Mera poora jism jal raha tha – chehra laal, saansein tez, nipples kameez par ubhar rahe the, chut tadap rahi thi. Badi mushkil se dinner khatam hua.
Mai bartan utha ka kitchen ma gai our dar rahee thi ka kahi Aarav kitchen mai na aa ja hai our wo hi howa
Dinner ke baad Aarav ne haath dhone ka bahana banaya aur kitchen mein aaya. Main bartan dho rahi thi. Woh peeche se aaya aur usne apna haath meri hips par slide karte hue nikaal gaya. Mujhe zor ka jhatka laga, main muddi to woh haath dhote hue mujhe dekh kar wahi shaitani smile de raha tha. Aarav ne mujhse towel maanga. Maine diya, lekin woh mera picha karke mujh se chipak gaya aur apna lund meri gaand par masalta hua, apna hot meri gardan par rakh kar kaan ke kareeb uski garam saansein meri gardan par mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne apne dono haath meri kamar par rakh kar bola: “Noureen… tumhari yeh chhati kameez ke neeche ubhar rahi hai, nipples sakht hain mere liye? Dil karta hai abhi haath andar daal kar masloon, pinch karun, tumhari siskiyaan sunun.”
Maine ghabra kar halki, kaanpti awaaz mein bola: “Aarav… please… Amjad aa jayega.” Lekin meri awaaz mein gussa nahi, tadap thi.
Mere poore jism mein ek ajeeb si sensation daud gayi, jism aag ho raha tha. Dimag our dil mein jung chal rahi thi dil kaha raha tha Aarav sa abhi chipak jaun aur apne aap ko uske hawale kar dun. Dimag keh raha tha: “Noureen, yeh kya soch rahi ho? Amjad tera shauhar bahar baitha hai, ek ghair mard, woh bhi H.indu mard ke liye to itni kyun paagal ho rahi hai?” Saansein meri aisi phool rahi thi jaise main bahut door se bhag kar aayi hun.
Ek dum se Amjad ki awaaz aayi. Aarav ak dam sa mujh se alag hua aur chala gaya. Main wahi boot bani khadi thi aur apni saansein durust kar rahi thi. mara dimag sun horaha tha Thodi der baad Amjad ki awaaz aayi: “Noureen, chai lao.” Maine foran chauki aur chai banana lagi. Chai ban gayi to maine Amjad ko awaaz di. Chai la jaho Aarav ke saamne chai le jaane ki himmat nahi ho rahi thi. Main Amjad ko do cup chai the Amjad ne poocha: “Tum nahi piyogi?” Maine mana kar diya: “Main kitchen ka kaam khatam kar loongi, tum apne dost ke saath chai piyo.”
Thodi der baad Amjad ki awaaz aayi: “Noureen, Aarav ghar ja raha hai.” Maine apne aap ko sambhalte hue jaise kuch bhi nahi hua, bahar aa gayi.
Aarav ja raha tha – Amjad se gale milate hue mujhe dekha, ek shaitani smile di, aur dheere se bola: “Thanks Bhabhi, aapki biryani bahut achi thi… aapne bohot mehnat aur pyar se banayi thi.” Woh mujhe bohot ghoor kar dekh raha tha. Phir woh chala gaya, lekin uski woh smile, woh nazar, woh awaaz – sab kuch mere andar tak chala gaya.
Raat ko jab saara kaam khatam kar ke kapde change karne washroom mein gayi, main bahut garam thi. Baar-baar Aarav ke khayal aa raha tha – uski garam saans gardan par, uska H.indu lund meri gaand par ragadta hua, dinner table ke neeche uski ungliyan meri raan par. Maina Salwar utari, panty utari – woh poori meri paani se geeli thi, sticky aur garam, andar se paani tapak raha tha. Haath meri chut ko masalne laga – dheere se, clit par ungli ghumakar. Shower ke neeche khadi hui, haath chut par – yaad aaya Aarav ka woh pal: peeche se chipka, uska lund meri gaand par ragad raha tha. Apni ungli andar daali, zor se hilayi – do ungliyan andar-bahar, clit par doosri ungli se circle banate hue. Soch rahi thi agar woh yahan hota… counter par jhuka deta, gaand pakad kar mota H.indu lund chut mein ghusa deta, zor-zor se dhakke maarta, gaand par thappad maarta, nipples pinch karta, meri siskiyaan sunta, “Noureen… meri dost ki M.uslim biwi… aaj teri pyas bujhaunga.” Bas itna soch kar hi jhad gayi – bahut zor se, body kaanp uthi, shower ke neeche pair ladkhadra rahe the, chut se paani bahar nikla, zor ki siskari nikli gayi jo maine daant se honth daba kar roki.
Shower ke neeche thanda paani se naha kar apne aap ko thanda kiya, lekin dil mein aag abhi bhi jal rahi thi – thanda paani bhi us aag ko bujha nahi pa raha tha.
Kapde change kar ke Amjad ke paas aa kar let gayi. Mera jism jal raha tha, main Amjad se chipak gayi, usko kiss karne lagi, pyar karne lagi – haath uske chest par, lund par, zor se dabaya, jaise isi raat ki pyas bujhani chahti hun. Amjad ne kaha: “Noureen, aaj toh tum bahut garam ho rahi ho.” Amjad mujhe kiss karna laga our muj ko apni baahon mein liya, mera kapda utara, mujhe nanga kiya aur mujhe pyar karne laga. Lekin mera zehen mein Aarav hi ghum raha tha aur soch rahi thi ki Aarav mujhe pyar kar raha hai. Amjad ne apna kapda utara aur nanga ho kar apna lund meri chut mein daal kar mujhe chodne laga. Main aisa mehsoos kar rahi thi jaise Aarav mujhe chod raha hai. Main bahut zyada garam ho gayi thi aur Amjad ko bol rahi thi: “Aur zor se… aur zor se chodo mujhe.” Amjad tez-tez jhatke maarta hua mere upar gir gaya aur tez-tez saansein lene laga aur apna saara paani meri chut mein daal diya. Lekin meri chut ki garmi thandi nahi hui, woh aur chudai maang rahi thi. Amjad uth kar bathroom chala gaya aur main waise hi leti rahi. Amjad washroom se bahar aaya to main washroom gayi aur phir ek baar apni chut ko masal-masal kar dobara apna paani nikaal diya. Dimag Aarav ke khayalon mein ghum tha – kaise Aarav ne Amjad ke saamne meri chhati ko dabaya, kitchen mein mujhse jo kiya, woh sab kuch baar-baar yaad aa raha tha.
Naha kar aa kar main Amjad ke paas aa kar let gayi. Amjad ne bola: “Noureen, aaj toh tum kuch zyada hi respons kar rahi thi.” Main kuch na boli, bas Amjad se chipak kar let gayi aur soch rahi thi: “Amjad, tumko kya pata? Tumhara dost Aarav tumhari biwi ko chodna chahta hai.”
Yeh sab sochte hue main pata nahi kab so gayi… lekin andar ki aag abhi bhi sulag rahi thi.
Do hafte guzar gaye the, lekin Aarav Kumar ki yaad waqt ke saath kam hone ke bajaye aur gehri, aur tez hoti ja rahi thi. Subah ka routine wahi tha – Amjad ko nashta de kar office bhejti, bachon ko tayyar kar ke college bhejti. Nauman aur Rafay ki masoom hasi dekh kar thoda sa sukoon milta, lekin dil ke andar ek khamosh aag jalti rehti. Dopahar 1 baje bachhe college se wapas aate, unko khana khila kar sula deti, phir ghar ka saara kaam – jhadu, pocha, kapde dhona, bartan manjna – sab kuch karti. Ghar ka mahol normal lag raha tha, Amjad subah jaldi nikal jata, shaam ko thaka hua aata, bachon ke saath khelta, mujhe pyar se gale lagata. Lekin jaise hi raat hoti aur main bistar pe leti, wohi sab yaadein jaise zinda ho jati – Aarav ki woh killer smile, uski garam saans meri gardan pe, uska mota H.indu lund meri gaand pe ragadta hua, dinner table ke neeche pair se meri thigh ragadna, woh gandi baatein jo kaanon mein gunjti rehti thi: “Noureen… teri M.uslim chut Aarav Kumar ke liye tadap rahi hai.”
Dil dhadak utha, chut mein garmi daud jati, nipples sakht ho jate. Haath khud-ba-khud salwar ke andar chala jata, panty pehle se gili hoti, ungliyan clit pe circle banati, andar daalti, tez tez hilati – “Aarav… zor se…” keh kar jhad jati. Lekin har baar climax ke baad guilt ka bojh dil pe girta – “Yeh galat hai, main Amjad ki biwi hoon, do bachon ki maa hoon.” Dimag zor se rokta: “Mat soch uske baare mein, yeh bewafai hai.” Lekin dil chupke se kehta: “Bas ek baar aur mil le… uski nazron mein tadap dekh le… teri pyas thodi si shant kar le.”
Do hafte aise hi guzar gaye – routine mein, lekin andar se jalti hui.
Dubai mein Friday aur Saturday off hote hain. Amjad aksar Saturday ko customer meeting ke liye site pe chala jata tha, bachon ka college bhi off hota. Ek Friday dopahar ko main kitchen mein khana bana rahi thi – biryani ki khushboo fail rahi thi, haath mein masala, dimag ko shant karne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Achanak Amjad ka phone baja. Woh drawing room mein baitha tha. Baat shuru ki, thodi hasi ki awaaz aayi kitchen tak – “Haan bhai… bilkul… aa jaana.” 5 minute baad Amjad kitchen mein aaya, chehre pe khushi.
“Noureen, Aarav Kumar raat ko aa raha hai,” usne bola, jaise kuch normal baat ho. “Usne kaha tha bhabhi ke haath ki biryani bohot pasand aayi thi, woh keh raha tha ‘Bhabhi ki haath ki biryani khani hai’. Aur kal Saturday off hai, toh kuch gap-shap ho jayegi. Main yahan toh akela rehta hoon, Amjad hasa, mere kandhe pe haath rakha, maathe pe kiss kiya, aur drawing room chala gaya.
Main wahan hi khadi reh gayi – haath se masala girne laga, dil zor se dhadakne laga.
Aarav Kumar ka naam sunte hi jism mein bijli si daud gayi. Do hafte se jo aag bujhaane ki koshish kar rahi thi, woh ek dam se bhadak uthi. Chut mein tez garmi mehsoos hui, panty gili hone lagi, nipples silk kurti pe ubhar aaye. Chehra garam ho gaya, saansein tez ho gayi – ghabrahat bhi thi, tadap bhi. Soch rahi thi: “Amjad, Aarav Kumar biryani ka bahanay tumhari M.uslim biwi se milne aa raha hai… aaj raat woh aayega… Amjad ke saamne phir se woh nazrein, woh smile, woh touches.” Dimag chillaya: “Noureen, ruk ja, yeh galat hai, Amjad ko bata de.” Lekin dil keh raha tha: “Bas ek baar… uski nazron mein tadap dekh le, uske haath ki garmi mehsoos kar le… teri pyas thodi si shant kar le.”
Mujhe yaad aaya – jab last time Aarav ne Amjad ko phone kiya tha. Usne bahana banaya tha: “Amjad bhai, weekend pe thoda time nikal kar new project ki baat kar lein. Dinner ke saath better discuss ho jayega.” Amjad ko laga business ka maamla hai, woh khush ho gaya. “Theek
hai bhai, aa jaana.” Lekin mujhe pata tha asli wajah kya hai – woh meri taraf aata tha, meri taraf se aane wali woh chhupi si tadap mehsoos karne aata tha. Woh jaanta tha main do hafte se tarap rahi hoon, uski yaad mein raat bhar tadapti hoon, uske naam se jhadti hoon. Yeh baat jaan kar usko aur maza aa raha tha – ek M.uslim biwi ko apne H.indu charm se pagal karna.
Shaam hui, main tayyar hui – light pink silk suit pehna, dupatta thoda loose rakha taaki curves dikhen, red lipstick lagayi, pairon mein unchi heel ki sandal, aankhon mein kohl – jaise khud ko uske liye sajaya ho. Dil dhadak raha tha – dar bhi, excitement bhi.
Darwaza knock hua – Amjad washroom mein tha, maine darwaza khola. Saamne Aarav khada tha. White shirt, sleeves folded, forearms pe veins, tight blue jeans mein bulge ka hint, rose-oud ki khushboo fail gayi. Mujhe dekhte hi uski aankhen chamak uthi, killer smile di – woh smile jo meri neend uda deti thi. Aarav ne idhar-udhar dekha aur poocha: “Amjad kahan hai?” Maine kaanpti awaaz mein bola: “Woh washroom mein hain, aap drawing room mein baithiye.” Aarav ne dheere se bola, sirf main sun saku: “Noureen… do hafte se tarap raha hoon tumko dekhne ke liye.”
Maine aankhen utha kar usko dekha aur masnoi gussa dikhate hue, kaanpti awaaz mein boli: “Aarav please, apne aap ko sambhalo, jo tum kar rahe ho sab galat hai. Amjad ko pata chal gaya toh kya hoga? Woh tumko bhai bolta hai.” Our tum ?”
Main andar se kaanp rahi thi, chehra laal ho raha tha. Maine Aarav ko drawing room mein bithaya aur kitchen mein pani lana chali gayi.
Main pani laayi, Glass dete hue usne jaan-bujh kar mera haath pakad liya,– usne jaan bujh kar ungliyan ragad di, dheere se squeeze kiya. Current daud gaya, chut mein pani aa gaya, saans ruk gayi. Usne dheere bola: “Kya karoon Noureen… tumhari khoobsurti ne mujhe pagal kar diya hai. Teri aankhen bol rahi hain… tu bhi tarap rahi hai.”
Maine ghabra kar halki, kaanpti awaaz mein bola: “Aarav… please… Amjad aa jayega.” Lekin meri awaaz mein gussa nahi, tadap thi.
Itne mein Amjad aa gaya. Aarav ne Amjad se gale milaya aur phir idhar-udhar ki baat karta raha, saath mein new project ki baat bhi. Amjad ne mujhe awaaz di, main drawing room mein aayi. Amjad ne apne paas bitha liya aur bola: “Aarav, tu toh meri biryani ka deewana ho gaya hai.” Maine dil mein socha: “Amjad, tumko kya pata woh biryani ka nahi, tumhari M.uslim biwi ka deewana ho gaya hai.”
Aarav bola: “Bhabhi, waqai us din aapne biryani bohot maze ki banayi thi.” Lekin Aarav ki nazrein meri chhati pe, honthon pe thi – jaise aankhon se hi masal raha ho. Maine masnoi muskurahat se thanks kaha.
Itne mein Nauman aur Rafay bhi aa gaye aur Aarav uncle ko salam kiya. Nauman Aarav ke barabar mein bait gaya, aur Rafay meri god mein aa kar baith gaya.
Aarav ne apni jeb se chocolate nikaal kar Nauman ko di, aur dusri chocolate Rafay ko dene ka bahana banakar mere paas aaya aur bola: “Rafay, bata mama ko kyun tang kar raha hai?” Usne ek dam se Rafay ko god mein uthane ka bahana kar ek haath se meri chhati ko dabate hue Rafay ko god mein utha liya. Mera pura jism kaanp utha, main thoda sa hil gayi. Maine Aarav ki taraf dekha – who Aarav Rafay ko chocolate deta hua mujhe ghoorta hua wohi shaitani smile de raha tha. Mere pure jism mein bijli daud rahi thi, main sharm aur ghabrahat mein Amjad ki taraf dekha aur nazrein neeche kar li. Aarav ki himmat dekh kar dil dhadak raha tha – usne apne dost ke saamne, uske bagal mein hi, uski M.uslim biwi ki chhati ko daba diya tha, aur Amjad ko kuch pata nahi chala.
Amjad khushi se hans raha tha, use kuch bhi shak nahi tha. Maine jaldi se kitchen ki taraf bhag gayi. Kitchen mein pahunch kar deewar ka sahara liya – meri saansein phooli hui thi, chehra laal, chut mein tez garmi, panty bilkul bhigi hui. Soch rahi thi: “Yeh kya ho raha hai mujhse? Amjad ke saamne hi yeh sab… agar Amjad ne dekh liya to kya hoga? Meri izzat, mera ghar, mera sab kuch barbaad ho jayega.” Lekin saath hi ek ajeeb si khushi bhi thi – Aarav ki aankhon mein woh bhukh, uska haath meri chhati par, yeh mannooba ehsaas mujhe andar se tadpa raha tha.
Dinner table par baithe to Aarav mere bilkul saamne baitha tha. Amjad uske bagal mein. Khane ke dauran Aarav ne apni pair se halki si meri pair ko touch kiya – jaise ittefaq se, lekin main jaanti thi yeh ittefaq nahi tha. Maine ghoor kar dekha, woh apni plate ki taraf dekh kar kha raha tha. Meri pair par Aarav na apna pair halka sa dabao… meri chut mein ek baar phir garmi daud gayi. Amjad khane mein masroof tha, Aarav ne faida uthaya – table ke neeche apna pair sa mere pair ko ragad raha tha, dheere se meri ankle par ungli ghumai. Mera pair kaanp utha, maine jaldi se pair hatane ki koshish ki, lekin uski ungli meri pair par ragad gayi. Mera jism kaanp utha, chehra laal ho gaya. Amjad ne poocha: “Noureen, kya hua? Chehra laal kyun hai?” Maine kaanpti awaaz mein bola: “Kuch nahi… khana garam hai.”
Khane ke dauran jab bhi main dish Aarav ko deti, woh jaan-bujh kar mera haath chhoota, ungliyan ragad deta, halka sa dabao deta. Har baar mera haath kaanp jata, chut mein paani badh jata.
Amjad phone par kuch dekh raha tha – Aarav ne faida uthate raha tha our wo musal sal apna pair sa mara pair ko sala raha tha khana khana ka baat mai barta samat rahee tha ka Amjad uth kar kitchen gaya to Aarav ne foran mere qareeb jhuk kar kaha: “Noureen… tum bhi tadap rahi ho na? Tumhari aankhen bol rahi hain. Tumhari M.uslim chut meri yaad mein geeli ho rahi hai.” Maine gusse se dekha, lekin andar se meri chut mein ek nayi lehar daud gayi. Maine kaha: “Bas karo Aarav… yeh galat hai.” Lekin meri awaaz mein woh taqat nahi thi.
Amjad wapas aaya to maine khud ko sambhal liya, lekin table ke neeche Aarav ka pair ab bhi meri raan se ragad raha tha. Mera poora jism jal raha tha – chehra laal, saansein tez, nipples kameez par ubhar rahe the, chut tadap rahi thi. Badi mushkil se dinner khatam hua.
Mai bartan utha ka kitchen ma gai our dar rahee thi ka kahi Aarav kitchen mai na aa ja hai our wo hi howa
Dinner ke baad Aarav ne haath dhone ka bahana banaya aur kitchen mein aaya. Main bartan dho rahi thi. Woh peeche se aaya aur usne apna haath meri hips par slide karte hue nikaal gaya. Mujhe zor ka jhatka laga, main muddi to woh haath dhote hue mujhe dekh kar wahi shaitani smile de raha tha. Aarav ne mujhse towel maanga. Maine diya, lekin woh mera picha karke mujh se chipak gaya aur apna lund meri gaand par masalta hua, apna hot meri gardan par rakh kar kaan ke kareeb uski garam saansein meri gardan par mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne apne dono haath meri kamar par rakh kar bola: “Noureen… tumhari yeh chhati kameez ke neeche ubhar rahi hai, nipples sakht hain mere liye? Dil karta hai abhi haath andar daal kar masloon, pinch karun, tumhari siskiyaan sunun.”
Maine ghabra kar halki, kaanpti awaaz mein bola: “Aarav… please… Amjad aa jayega.” Lekin meri awaaz mein gussa nahi, tadap thi.
Mere poore jism mein ek ajeeb si sensation daud gayi, jism aag ho raha tha. Dimag our dil mein jung chal rahi thi dil kaha raha tha Aarav sa abhi chipak jaun aur apne aap ko uske hawale kar dun. Dimag keh raha tha: “Noureen, yeh kya soch rahi ho? Amjad tera shauhar bahar baitha hai, ek ghair mard, woh bhi H.indu mard ke liye to itni kyun paagal ho rahi hai?” Saansein meri aisi phool rahi thi jaise main bahut door se bhag kar aayi hun.
Ek dum se Amjad ki awaaz aayi. Aarav ak dam sa mujh se alag hua aur chala gaya. Main wahi boot bani khadi thi aur apni saansein durust kar rahi thi. mara dimag sun horaha tha Thodi der baad Amjad ki awaaz aayi: “Noureen, chai lao.” Maine foran chauki aur chai banana lagi. Chai ban gayi to maine Amjad ko awaaz di. Chai la jaho Aarav ke saamne chai le jaane ki himmat nahi ho rahi thi. Main Amjad ko do cup chai the Amjad ne poocha: “Tum nahi piyogi?” Maine mana kar diya: “Main kitchen ka kaam khatam kar loongi, tum apne dost ke saath chai piyo.”
Thodi der baad Amjad ki awaaz aayi: “Noureen, Aarav ghar ja raha hai.” Maine apne aap ko sambhalte hue jaise kuch bhi nahi hua, bahar aa gayi.
Aarav ja raha tha – Amjad se gale milate hue mujhe dekha, ek shaitani smile di, aur dheere se bola: “Thanks Bhabhi, aapki biryani bahut achi thi… aapne bohot mehnat aur pyar se banayi thi.” Woh mujhe bohot ghoor kar dekh raha tha. Phir woh chala gaya, lekin uski woh smile, woh nazar, woh awaaz – sab kuch mere andar tak chala gaya.
Raat ko jab saara kaam khatam kar ke kapde change karne washroom mein gayi, main bahut garam thi. Baar-baar Aarav ke khayal aa raha tha – uski garam saans gardan par, uska H.indu lund meri gaand par ragadta hua, dinner table ke neeche uski ungliyan meri raan par. Maina Salwar utari, panty utari – woh poori meri paani se geeli thi, sticky aur garam, andar se paani tapak raha tha. Haath meri chut ko masalne laga – dheere se, clit par ungli ghumakar. Shower ke neeche khadi hui, haath chut par – yaad aaya Aarav ka woh pal: peeche se chipka, uska lund meri gaand par ragad raha tha. Apni ungli andar daali, zor se hilayi – do ungliyan andar-bahar, clit par doosri ungli se circle banate hue. Soch rahi thi agar woh yahan hota… counter par jhuka deta, gaand pakad kar mota H.indu lund chut mein ghusa deta, zor-zor se dhakke maarta, gaand par thappad maarta, nipples pinch karta, meri siskiyaan sunta, “Noureen… meri dost ki M.uslim biwi… aaj teri pyas bujhaunga.” Bas itna soch kar hi jhad gayi – bahut zor se, body kaanp uthi, shower ke neeche pair ladkhadra rahe the, chut se paani bahar nikla, zor ki siskari nikli gayi jo maine daant se honth daba kar roki.
Shower ke neeche thanda paani se naha kar apne aap ko thanda kiya, lekin dil mein aag abhi bhi jal rahi thi – thanda paani bhi us aag ko bujha nahi pa raha tha.
Kapde change kar ke Amjad ke paas aa kar let gayi. Mera jism jal raha tha, main Amjad se chipak gayi, usko kiss karne lagi, pyar karne lagi – haath uske chest par, lund par, zor se dabaya, jaise isi raat ki pyas bujhani chahti hun. Amjad ne kaha: “Noureen, aaj toh tum bahut garam ho rahi ho.” Amjad mujhe kiss karna laga our muj ko apni baahon mein liya, mera kapda utara, mujhe nanga kiya aur mujhe pyar karne laga. Lekin mera zehen mein Aarav hi ghum raha tha aur soch rahi thi ki Aarav mujhe pyar kar raha hai. Amjad ne apna kapda utara aur nanga ho kar apna lund meri chut mein daal kar mujhe chodne laga. Main aisa mehsoos kar rahi thi jaise Aarav mujhe chod raha hai. Main bahut zyada garam ho gayi thi aur Amjad ko bol rahi thi: “Aur zor se… aur zor se chodo mujhe.” Amjad tez-tez jhatke maarta hua mere upar gir gaya aur tez-tez saansein lene laga aur apna saara paani meri chut mein daal diya. Lekin meri chut ki garmi thandi nahi hui, woh aur chudai maang rahi thi. Amjad uth kar bathroom chala gaya aur main waise hi leti rahi. Amjad washroom se bahar aaya to main washroom gayi aur phir ek baar apni chut ko masal-masal kar dobara apna paani nikaal diya. Dimag Aarav ke khayalon mein ghum tha – kaise Aarav ne Amjad ke saamne meri chhati ko dabaya, kitchen mein mujhse jo kiya, woh sab kuch baar-baar yaad aa raha tha.
Naha kar aa kar main Amjad ke paas aa kar let gayi. Amjad ne bola: “Noureen, aaj toh tum kuch zyada hi respons kar rahi thi.” Main kuch na boli, bas Amjad se chipak kar let gayi aur soch rahi thi: “Amjad, tumko kya pata? Tumhara dost Aarav tumhari biwi ko chodna chahta hai.”
Yeh sab sochte hue main pata nahi kab so gayi… lekin andar ki aag abhi bhi sulag rahi thi.
Mis Khan
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