Adultery veil Ka Neecha Ki Tarap

[Mis Khan]

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Subah hote hi main uthi. Pura jism thak kar bilkul toot raha tha. Raat bhar aankh nahi lagi thi. Har baar jab main karvat badalti, Aarav ki yaadein mere dimag mein ghus jaati thi — uska garam haath meri kamar par, uska mota khara lund meri gaand par zor se dabna, changing room mein uski bhookhi aankhen meri chhati par tikna, aur woh gehri awaaz jab usne kaha tha ki ek din woh mujhe poori tarah apni bana lega. Meri chut abhi bhi halki-halki geeli thi. Jab bhi main apne pair ragadti, ek naya garam lehar uth rahi thi aur meri panty thodi aur geeli ho jaati thi. Nipples kameez ke andar sakht ho kar dard karne lage the.
Maine bahut mushkil se khud ko sambhala. Kitchen mein ja kar Amjad ke liye nashta banaya — anda, paratha aur garam chai. Amjad ko nashta diya aur muskurate hue usse normal baat ki, jaise kal kuch hua hi na ho. Bachchon ko tayyar kiya, unke uniforms pehnaye, nashta khilaya aur college van ke liye bahar bheja. Amjad bhi office ke liye nikal gaya. Ghar mein sirf main akeli reh gayi.
Lekin mera dimag bilkul shant nahi tha. Kal ka pura din mere aankhon ke saamne chal raha tha. Main sofa par baith gayi, aankhen band ki, lekin Aarav ki shaitani muskurahat, uski tirchi nazrein aur uske garam touch har taraf se mujhe gher rahe the. Meri saansein dheere-dheere tez ho rahi thi. Maine apni janghon ko halke se ragad diya — chut mein phir se woh tez garmi daud gayi. Nipples kameez ke andar aur sakht ho gaye.
Tabhi mere mobile par “ton ton” ki awaaz aayi. Mera dil ek dam se zor se dhadak utha. Main jaanti thi yeh Aarav hi hai. Haath thoda kaanpte hue maine mobile uthaya.
Aarav ke messages: "Good morning my beautiful Noureen ❤️ Kaisi ho aaj subah? Kal raat se tumhari yaad mein neend nahi aa rahi. Tum itni khoobsurat aur garam lag rahi thi… abhi bhi woh white suit wali feeling yaad aa rahi hai. Tum theek ho na? Ya abhi bhi thodi si bechaini hai? ?"
"Aur suno… kal jab hum bachchon ko play area mein chhod kar sirf hum dono shopping kar rahe the… maine tumhara haath apne haath mein liya tha. Tumne koi response nahi diya tha. Na haath chhudaya, na kuch kaha. Bas dheere se saansein tez ho gayi thi. Main mehsoos kar sakta tha ki tumhari ungliyan meri ungliyon ke saath thodi si garam ho rahi hain."
" Aur jab main tumhara ghar aaya tha dinner ke liye us waqt… jab main table ke neeche apna pair tumhari raan se ragad raha tha, tumne apna pair nahi hataya. Tum ghoor kar dekhti rahi, lekin pair wahi tha. Main jaanta hoon Noureen… tum bhi chahti thi woh touch. Tum darti ho, lekin andar se tumhari chut us touch se geeli ho rahi thi."
"Main tumhe force nahi kar raha. Bas yeh sach jaanna chahta hoon ki tum abhi kya feel kar rahi ho. Kal ke har pal ko yaad kar rahi ho kya? Meri ungliyan tumhari ungliyon mein… mera pair tumhari raan par… mera lund tumhari gaand par dabta hua…"
Message padhte hi ek halki si siskari mere muh se nikal gayi. Meri chut ab bohot geeli ho chuki thi. Maine salwar ki naada khol di aur haath andar daal diya. Panty side karke meri ungliyan seedhe geeli chut par pahunch gayi. Main dheere-dheere clit par ungli ferne lagi.
Aarav ke messages ko baar-baar padhti rahi aur har baar meri ungli tez hoti gayi. Dimag chillata tha — “Noureen, yeh galat hai… jawab mat do…” lekin mera jism Aarav ke words se tadap raha tha.
Main soch rahi thi, “Aarav… tum mujhe itna tadpa rahe ho… aur main jawab bhi nahi de pa rahi. Phir bhi meri chut tumhare naam se tadap rahi hai… yeh kya ho raha hai mere saath? Kal jab tumne mera haath pakda tha… maine hataya kyun nahi? Dinner mein jab tumhara pair meri raan par tha… maine pair kyun nahi hataya? Kya main sach mein tadap rahi hoon? Kya main Amjad ko dhokha de rahi hoon apne dil se?”
Meri ungliyan ab andar bahar hone lagi thi. Saansein bahut tez ho gayi thi. Chhati upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Main sofa par pair faila chuki thi aur dheere-dheere jhadne ke kareeb pahunch rahi thi.
Aarav ka message: “Noureen… agar tum jawab nahi de rahi, to main samajh lunga ki tum abhi bhi kal ki baaton ko yaad kar rahi ho. Tumhari woh naram kamar, woh garam saansein, aur woh white suit mein tumhari ubhari hui softness… sab kuch. Batao na… abhi bhi woh feel ho raha hai kya? Ya main galat soch raha hoon?”
"Ek baat batao Noureen… agar kabhi hum phir se akle hue… to tum kya chahti ho? Main to sirf tumhari khushi ke liye soch raha hoon. Batao na… dil mein kya chal raha hai?"
Aarav ka message: “Noureen… tum mere messages padh rahi ho na? Main dekh sakta hoon ki tumne abhi tak ‘seen’ kar liya hai. Phir jawab kyun nahi de rahi? Kya abhi bhi dar lag raha hai… ya andar se kuch aur feel ho raha hai?”
Bahut mushkil se maine apna haath bahar nikala aur pehla reply type kiya.
Noureen ka pehla reply: “Aarav please… mujhe aise messages mat bhejo. Yeh sab galat hai. Main ek shaadi-shuda aurat hoon, do bachchon ki maa hoon. Amjad tumhe bhai maanta hai aur tum par poora bharosa karta hai. Agar tum aise messages bhejte rahe to main Amjad ko bata dungi. Please… yeh sab band kar do. Hum sirf shopping ke liye gaye the, uske alawa kuch nahi hai aur kuch ho bhi nahi sakta.”
Message bhejte hi main mobile ko seene se lagakar let gayi. Aansu beh rahe the.
Lekin sirf kuch minute baad Aarav ka reply aa gaya.
Aarav ka reply: “Noureen… Main tumhara message pura padh liya. Tumne kaha ki yeh sab band kar doon… lekin sach bataun? Jab tum yeh message type kar rahi thi, tab tumhari aankhon mein aansu the kya?
Noureen… tum Amjad se dar rahi ho, main samajh sakta hoon. Lekin Amjad ko kaun batayega hamare baare mein? Na tum bataogi, na main. Yeh sirf tumhara aur mera raaz hai. Amjad ko kuch pata nahi chalega… jab tak tum khud nahi chahti.
Main tumhe pareshan nahi karna chahta. Lekin jo kal hua, woh sirf shopping nahi tha. Jab maine tumhe peeche se pakda tha… tumne apne aap ko turant nahi hataya tha. Jab maine tumhari gaand par halka sa dabao diya tha… tum sirf ‘haaa’ kar ke kaanp gayi thi. Woh pal abhi bhi mere dimag mein hai… aur main jaanta hoon tumhare dil mein bhi hai.
Main jaanta hoon tum dar rahi ho. Lekin jo feel ho raha hai usko itna zor se chhupane ki koshish mat karo… kyunki chhupane se woh aur gehra hota jaata hai.
Noureen ka doosra reply: “Aarav… tum samajhte kyun nahi ho? Main Amjad se dar rahi hoon, lekin usse bhi zyada main khud se dar rahi hoon. Tumhare messages padh kar mera jism tadap raha hai, yeh main nahi chhupa sakti. Lekin yeh galat hai… bohot galat. Main Amjad ki biwi hoon. Mere do chhote bachche hain. Main unke liye kuch galat nahi kar sakti.
Tumne kaha ‘Amjad ko kaun batayega’… yeh baat sun kar mujhe aur darr lag raha hai. Main nahi chahti ki yeh raaz kabhi bhi kisi ko pata chale. Isliye please… ab se koi message mat bhejna. Na good morning, na koi aur baat. Kal jo hua usko hum dono bhool jayen.
Main theek hoon… lekin agar tum phir se message karoge to sach mein main Amjad ko bata dungi. Please Aarav… meri izzat aur mere ghar ki izzat ka khayal karo. Bas itna hi.”
Message bhejte hi main mobile ko side rakh diya aur sofa par let gayi. Aankhon se aansu beh rahe the. Guilt bahut bada tha, lekin andar se tadap abhi bhi jaan nahi chhod rahi thi.
Tabhi sirf kuch minute baad mobile phir vibrate kiya. Aarav ka naya message tha.
Aarav ka teesra message: “Noureen… Maine tumhara message pura padh liya. Tumne kaha ki tum Amjad se dar rahi ho aur khud se bhi dar rahi ho… lekin main samajh sakta hoon ki tum sabse zyada apne dil se dar rahi ho, jo abhi bhi kuch aur chahta hai.
Tumne likha hai ki yeh sab galat hai… lekin agar yeh sach mein galat hota, to shayad tum mera message delete kar deti. Phir bhi tum yahan ho… padh rahi ho… aur soch rahi ho.
Main tumhe force nahi kar raha. Bas yeh jaanna chahta hoon ki tum abhi kya mehsoos kar rahi ho. Jab tum mera naam leti ho… tab tumhare andar kya hota hai? Jab tum kal ke palon ko yaad karti ho… tab tumhari saansein kyun tez ho jaati hain?
Noureen… dar mat. Yeh sirf tumhara aur mera raaz hai. Agar tum sach mein chahti ho ki main sab band kar dun, to bas ek baar likh do — ‘Band kar do Aarav.’ Main turant sab band kar dunga.
Lekin agar tum abhi bhi chup ho… to main samajh jaunga ki andar se tum bhi chahti ho ki yeh baat aur gehri ho.
Main ab wait kar raha hoon… tumhari ek line ka.
Take care my beautiful Noureen… ❤️”
Maine message padha toh dil aur zor se dhadakne laga. Phone phir se vibrate hone laga – Aarav calling tha. Maine screen ko dekha… naam chamak raha tha. Haath kaanp rahe the. Ek second ke liye socha ki utha loon… uski gehri awaaz sun loon… lekin phir Amjad aur bachchon ka chehra aankhon ke saamne aa gaya.
Maine call cut kar diya. Mobile ko off kar ke side rakh diya aur sofa par let gayi. Aankhon se aansu behne lage.
Andar se tadap abhi bhi sulag rahi thi. Pichli tamam baatein ek-ek karke yaad aa rahi thi kitchen mein Aarav ka peeche se pakar kar apna lund meri gaand par ragadna, dinner mein Aarav ka pair meri raan par ragad raha tha aur maine pair nahi hataya tha… shopping mein haath pakar kar chalna aur jab woh peeche se changing room mein chipak gaya tha… Aarav ki aankhen meri chhati par tik gayi thi aur main sirf kaanp rahi thi.
Yeh sab yaad karte hi meri saansein tez ho gayi. Guilt aur tadap dono saath-saath dil ko cheer rahe the. Main soch rahi thi… “Aarav… tum mujhe itna tadpa rahe ho… aur main abhi bhi jawab nahi de pa rahi. Yeh raaz kab tak chhupa paungi?”
Maine bahut der tak sofa par leti rahi. Mobile abhi bhi side mein off pada tha. Dil mein ek taraf Amjad aur bachchon ka khayal tha, dusri taraf Aarav ki baaton se jagi hui tadap. Haath khud-ba-khud meri janghon ke beech chala gaya.
Main soch rahi thi, “Bas ek baar aur… sirf ek baar feel kar loon… phir band kar dungi…”
Maine aankhen band kar li aur haath dheere se salwar ke andar daal diya. Panty pehle se hi puri tarah bheeg chuki thi. Maine panty ko side kiya aur apni ungliyon ko geeli chut par rakh diya.
Jaise hi ungli clit ko chhooee, ek tez current mere pura jism mein daud gaya. Main dheere-dheere clit par circle banane lagi. Aarav ka last message yaad aaya — “andar se tum bhi chahti ho ki yeh baat aur gehri ho…”
Meri ungli tez ho gayi. Main soch rahi thi, “Haan Aarav… main chahti hoon… lekin bol nahi pa rahi…”
Do ungliyan apni chut ke andar daal di aur dheere-dheere andar-bahar karne lagi. “Chup… chup…” ki halki awaaz aa rahi thi. Meri chut bahut geeli ho chuki thi, ras meri ungliyon par aur janghon par beh raha tha.
Aarav ki woh line yaad aayi — “Jab tum mera naam leti ho… tab tumhare andar kya hota hai?”
Is line ke saath hi maine teen ungliyan andar daal di aur tez-tez hilane lagi. Meri dusri haath se maine apni chhati ko zor se masalna shuru kar diya, nipples ko kheenchna shuru kar diya.
“Aarav… ahhh…” main dheemi siskari mein uska naam le liye.
Main ab poori tarah control kho chuki thi. Pair faila kar sofa par leti hui main soch rahi thi — “Aarav… tum mujhe itna tadpa rahe ho… main Amjad ki biwi hoon… do bachchon ki maa hoon… phir bhi tumhare messages padh kar meri chut itni geeli ho rahi hai… main kya kar rahi hoon?”
Meri ungliyan ab bahut tez andar-bahar ho rahi thi. Clit par thumb se zor-zor se ragad rahi thi. Chhati ko zor se masal rahi thi. Pura jism paseene se tar ho chuka tha.
Ek aur tez spasm aaya. Meri chut ke andar se garam paani ki dhaar nikalne lagi. Main zor se kaanp uthi, pair tight ho gaye, aankhen band ho gayi. Pehla orgasm itna tez tha ki main sofa par uchhal gayi. Chut se paani ki dhaar meri ungliyon par, panty par aur sofa sheet par beh gayi.
Lekin tadap khatam nahi hui.
Maine phir se ungliyan andar daali aur sochne lagi — agar dressing room mein Aarav andar aa jata… mujhe wall se laga deta… meri chhati ko bra se bahar nikaal kar zor se chusta… meri panty neeche karke apna mota lund meri geeli chut par ragadta… aur dheere se andar dhakel deta…
Yeh soch kar meri ungliyan phir tez ho gayi. Doosra orgasm itna powerful tha ki main zor se siskari bhar uthi, “Aarav… ahhhhh…”
Chut se aur zyada paani nikal aaya. Pura jism kaanp raha tha.
Main teesri baar ungliyan andar daal kar hilane lagi. Ab main poori tarah pagal ho chuki thi. Aarav ke saare messages ek-ek karke yaad aa rahe the. Har message ke saath meri ungliyan tez hoti ja rahi thi.
“Aarav… tum mujhe kyun itna tadpa rahe ho…? Main jawab nahi de pa rahi… lekin meri chut tumhare naam se tadap rahi hai…”
Teesra orgasm aaya. Yeh sabse tez tha. Mera pura jism ek dam se tight ho gaya, chut se garam paani ki ek badi dhaar nikal aayi jo meri janghon par beh gayi. Main zor se kaanp uthi, muh se sirf halki siskariyan nikal rahi thi.
Jhadne ke baad bhi main thodi der tak leti rahi. Haath abhi bhi chut par tha. Saansein abhi bhi tez thi. Mobile abhi bhi side mein off pada tha.
Main soch rahi thi — “Aarav… maine tumse keh diya tha ki message mat karna… phir bhi main yahan let kar tumhare naam se teen baar jhad chuki hoon… yeh kya ho raha hai mere saath?”
Guilt ka bojh bahut tha, lekin tadap usse bhi zyada tez thi. Yeh tadap ab rukne ka naam nahi le rahi thi.
Itna mein bell baji aur main foran sofa se uth gayi. Ghadi dekhi to bachchon ka aane ka time ho gaya tha. Maine apne aap ko thik kiya aur door khola. Bachche samne khade the. Unko andar le aayi aur unke kapde change kiye. Kitchen mein ja kar unke khane ka bandobast kiya. Apne aap ko bura-bhala kahne lagi ki main itna time Aarav ke chakkar mein nikal diya aur bachchon ka khayal nahi kiya. Woh college se aane wale honge, unke liye khane ka intezaam kiya. Jaldi-jaldi khana banaya, bachchon ko khilaya aur unko leta kar sula diya. Ghar ke kaamon mein lag gayi, lekin Aarav ka khayal baar-baar aa raha tha.
Raat ka khana banaya aur Amjad office se aaye. Maine muskura kar unka istaqbal kiya. Amjad ne mere maathe par kiss kiya aur fresh hone chala gaya. Maine table par khana lagaya aur hum sab ne khana khaya. Khane ke dauran Amjad ne pucha, “Noureen, main tumhe phone kar raha tha lekin tumhara phone band ja raha tha. Khar to hai?”
Main ek dam se chaunk gayi kyunki maine Aarav ke messages ko rokne ke liye apna mobile off kar diya tha. Maine gabraate hue kaha, “Pata nahi, main check karti hoon.” Maine sofa ke paas se apna mobile uthaya aur on kiya. Screen par Aarav ka voice message tha. Maine earphone laga kar suni.
Aarav ki gehri, garam awaaz: “Noureen… teri woh naram kamar… maine haath rakh kar feel kiya tha. Agar akela hota toh tujhe wall se laga kar teri salwar neeche karke dekh leta… teri chut kitni geeli hoti hai mere liye. Tu Amjad ki biwi hai, lekin teri body mera naam le rahi hai. Ek baar reply kar de… bas itna bata ki tu bhi soch rahi hai mujhe.”
Mera dil ek dam se zor se dhadakne laga. Chehra garam ho gaya. Maine message delete karne ki koshish ki, lekin haath ruk gaya.
Sab kaam khatam kar ke hum sona ke liye let gaye. Maine phone band kar diya. Lekin neend nahi aa rahi thi. Raat ke 2 baje tak main bed par karvaton badalti rahi. Haath baar-baar chut par ja raha tha. Aakhir maine dobara ungliyan apni chut ke andar daali aur dheere-dheere hilane lagi. Is baar fantasy aur gehri thi — Aarav changing room mein mere peeche se chipak kar mera bra khol raha hai, meri bhari chhatiyon ko dono haathon se masal raha hai, nipples ko muh mein le kar chus raha hai aur kaan mein bol raha hai, “Amjad ki yeh pyasi M.uslim biwi… ab meri hone wali hai. Teri M.uslim chut sirf mera H.indu lund maangegi.”
Zor se jhad gayi. Body paseene se bheeg gayi. Lekin satisfaction nahi mila. Pata nahi kab so gayi.