Ammi aur uncle

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Main gift tables ke paas thodi der aur ruk gaya, meri aankhein mom par across the hall jam gayi thi. Woh aunty najma aur grandma se baat karne ke baad apni seat par wapas chali gayi thi, lekin ab har kuch seconds mein woh apna phone utha rahi thi. 

Party ki awaaz uske aas-paas bahut tez thi. Speakers se music baj raha tha, bachche chillate hue hashte hue daud rahe the, aur ek group of aunties uske paas aakar khane aur dulhan ke dress ke baare mein baat karne lagi. 

Mom ne unhe smile karne ki koshish ki aur jawab dene ki, lekin main dekh sakta tha ki uske haath table ke neeche phone ki screen par tap kar rahe the. Woh dekhna chahti thi ki vishal ne koi naya message bheja hai ya nahi. 

Ek aunty usse charity work ke baare mein baar-baar pooch rahi thi aur mom ne politely sir hilaya, lekin uski aankhein baar-baar phone ki taraf jhuk rahi thi. Ek aur lady ne usse gale lagaya aur purani family stories sunane lagi. Mom thoda hasi, lekin uska haath poore time phone ke paas hi raha. Woh impatient dikhti thi, jaise woh chahti thi ki sab log usse akela chhod dein taaki woh vishal ka likha padh sake. Ye distractions chalte rahe. 






Mera badan achanak ajeeb feel hone laga. Meri dick thodi si hard ho rahi thi pants mein, aur mujhe pata nahi tha ki kyun. Mom ko dekhte hue aisa feel karna sahi nahi tha, lekin mere dimaag mein thoughts ruk nahi rahe the. 

Main ne apni taange shift ki aur doosri cheezon ke baare mein sochne ki koshish ki jaise cricket match ya khana, lekin isse zyada madad nahi hui. Woh hardness wahi thi, halki lekin pareshan karne wali. 

Maine faisla kiya ki mujhe bathroom jaana chahiye taaki main shant ho jaun aur chehre par thanda paani maarun. Shayad isse woh chali jaaye. Main gift tables se muh modkar side corridor ki taraf chal pada jahan bathrooms the. 

Jaise hi main hallway tak pahuncha, maine ek buddha aadmi dekha jo saath ke decade mein tha, entrance ke paas khada tha. Uska naam amir tha, maine baad mein jaana. Woh abhi abhi pahuncha lag raha tha kyunki uske haath mein chhota gift bag tha aur woh baar-baar left aur right muh ghuma raha tha, crowd ko scan kar raha tha. 

Woh lost aur unsure dikhta tha, jaise usse pata nahi tha ki badi hall mein kahan jaana hai. Mujhe us par bura laga, isliye main uske paas gaya aur smile kiya. 

“Uncle, kya aap kisi ko dhoondh rahe hain?” maine friendly awaaz mein poocha. “Party bahut badi hai aur confuse ho jaana aasaan hai. Agar aap chahein to main madad kar sakta hoon.” 

Woh meri taraf kind aankhon se ghuma aur dheere se sir hilaya. 






“Haan beta. Shukriya. Main amir hoon, dulhe ki taraf se lekin bahut close nahi. Main late pahuncha traffic ki wajah se. Main aunty najma ko dhoondh raha hoon. Usne mujhe bataya tha ki woh yahan sab kuch manage kar rahi hogi. Kya tum usse jaante ho? Woh meri purani dost hai kaafi saalon se.” 

Main aur badi smile kiya kyunki mujhe bilkul pata tha woh kis ke baare mein bol raha tha. “Haan uncle amir. Aunty najma wahin hain, dance floor ke paas green dupatta wali jagah par. Dekhiye? Woh us group of ladies se baat kar rahi hain.” 

Woh dheere se hasa aur sir hilaya. Aunty najma ka husband abhi travelling par hai jaise usne mujhe ek baar bataya tha. To main soch raha tha ki yeh aadmi kaun hai. 

“Najma aur main jab se chhote the tab se ek dusre ko jaante hain, same community events se. Woh hamesha in cheezon ko bahut achhe se organize karti hai. Main bas usse hello kehna chahta hoon aur uske liye yeh chhota gift dena chahta hoon.” 

Uska chehra garam smile se chamak utha jab woh us disha mein dekha jahan maine ishara kiya tha. Woh smile se uski aankhon ke kone par jhuriyan pad gayi aur woh khush aur relieved dikhta tha. “Tum bahut achha ladka ho, ek buddhe aadmi ki madad karke. Tumhara naam kya hai?” 

“Main sahil hoon uncle,” maine politely kaha. 

“Sahil, tumne mera din aasaan kar diya. Bhagwan tumhe ashirwad dein.” Usne mera kandha dheere se thapthapaya, abhi bhi woh badi grateful smile kiye hue. Phir woh aunty najma ki taraf chal pada, uske kadam thode dheere the lekin pakke. 

Main use jaate hue dekhta raha aur dekha ki woh us tak pahunch gaya. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki woh aunty se kya chahta tha. 

Uske baad mujhe ek minute ke liye behtar feel hua, lekin phir mujhe mom ki yaad aa gayi. Main uske table ki taraf wapas dekha, lekin woh wahan nahi thi ab. Snacks ki plate abhi bhi aadhi bhari padi thi aur uska handbag bhi gayab tha. Woh kahan chali gayi? 

Main usse har jagah dhoondhne laga. Main main hall mein ghooma, har group of ladies ko check kiya. Main food tables ke paas gaya, lekin woh koi plate nahi utha rahi thi. Maine stage ke paas bhi dekha jahan music sabse tez tha, lekin uske purple shalwar kameez ka koi sign nahi tha. 

Mera dil tez dhadakne laga. Maine side rooms check kiye jahan log aaram karte the, lekin woh wahan bhi nahi thi. 

Main crowd mein se guzra, kuch cousins se poocha ki kya unhone usse dekha hai, lekin unhone sir hilaya aur dance karte rahe. Party ab aur badi aur crowded feel ho rahi thi, jaise woh jaan-bujhkar gayab ho gayi ho. 

Phir nani ne mujhe room ke us paar se dekha. Usne apni cane hilayi aur pukara, “Sahil beta, idhar aao.” Main jaldi se uske paas chala gaya kyunki uski taraf se ignore nahi kar sakta tha. Woh thaki hui lekin khush dikhti thi, elders ke paas chair par baithi hui. 

“Beta, kya tum apni nani ki madad kar sakte ho? Gift presentation jaldi shuru hone wali hai aur mujhe kisi strong insaan ki zarurat hai jo ye bhari mithai ke trays front table tak le ja sake.” 

Maine smile kiya aur kaha, “Haan nani, bilkul main madad karunga.” Lekin andar se mera dimaag tez chal raha tha. Main ruk nahi sakta tha. Mujhe abhi mom ko dhoondhna tha. Isliye maine usse ek tray li, usse carefully rakha aur phir kaha, “Nani, main bas ek chhoti si cheez check karke do minute mein wapas aa jaunga.” 

Woh sir hilane lagi, lekin main nahi ruka. Main ek tall flower decoration ke peeche chhup gaya aur party ke through bhaag liya. Main tez chala lekin normal dikhne ki koshish karta raha, bachchon aur uncles ko dodge karta hua jo baat karna chahte the. Meri aankhein har kone ko scan kar rahi thi. 

Main ek chhoti si seedhiyon se second floor balcony tak chadha, lekin woh wahan nahi thi. Main wapas neeche bhaaga aur back garden area check kiya jahan kuch mard cigarette peete the, lekin abhi bhi mom nahi mili. Music aur hasi mere kaanon mein bahut tez lag rahi thi jab main dhoondhta raha. 

Aakhirkaar main top, fourth floor tak pahunch gaya. Yahan bahut shant tha. Neeche se party ki awaazein muffled thi, jaise door ki goonj. Lights dim thi aur sirf kuch purane lamps deewaron par chamak rahe the. 

Jagah isolated feel ho rahi thi, lambi khali hallways aur band darwaze storage ya extra rooms ke liye. Koi bhi main party ke dauran yahan upar nahi aata tha. Mera dil itna tez dhadak raha tha ki mujhe gale mein mehsoos ho raha tha. 

Thump, thump, thump. Kya woh sach mein woh kar rahi thi jo messages mein likha tha? Us par sharam, maine gusse se apne dimaag mein socha. 

Mom aisa kaise kar sakti thi? Usne mujhe hamesha sach bolna aur roz pray karna sikhaya tha, aur ab woh vishal ke saath aise chhup-chhupakar ja rahi thi? Isse mujhe beemar aur gussa dono feel ho raha tha. Meri apni maa, family wedding par aisa behave kar rahi thi. Agar sabko pata chal jaaye to kya sochenge? 

Main seedhiyon ko stealthily chadha kyunki mujhe nahi chahta tha ki koi sun le ya dekhe ki main follow kar raha hoon. Har kadam dheere se uthata tha, deewar ke bilkul paas rehta tha taaki mere shoes tiles par awaaz na karein. 

Main kyun chadha? Kyunki mujhe sach jaanna tha. Uss phone ke messages mere dimaag mein jal rahe the aur main neeche baithkar sab theek hai pretend nahi kar sakta tha. 








Meri taangein bhari feel ho rahi thi, lekin main jaari raha, ek chup chaap kadam ke baad dusra. Railing thandi thi mere haath ke neeche jab main usse halke se pakadkar balance bana raha tha. Main dheere aur gehri saans le raha tha shant rehne ke liye, lekin mere thoughts usko curse karte ja rahe the. Sharam tum par mom. Tumhare jaise bete hone ke bawajood tum yeh risky cheez chun rahi ho. 

Jab main fourth floor tak pahuncha, wahan itni khamoshi thi ki apni saans sun sakta tha. Hawa neeche ke garam crowd se door thandi feel ho rahi thi. Koi music nahi, koi hasi nahi, sirf purani building ki halki creak aur kahin door fan ki dheemi awaaz. 

Hallway mein darwaze lined the, sab band, aur carpet itna thick tha ki mere kadmon ki koi awaaz nahi ho rahi thi. Yeh jagah secret jagah jaisi lag rahi thi, neeche ki wedding ki khushi se chhupi hui. 

Mujhe woh darwaza mil gaya jismein mom gayi thi. Main ne sirf uske purple shalwar kameez ka ek jhalak dekha tha jab main corner ghuma tha. Ab darwaza tight band tha aur jab maine handle ko bahut dheere se try kiya to woh locked tha. 

Click. Yeh bilkul nahi hila. Mera dil aur tez dhadakne laga. Locked? Bilkul locked hoga. Unhe nahi chahta tha ki koi andar aa jaaye. Main wahan bahut der tak khada raha, us lakdi ke darwaze ko dekhta hua. Andar kaise dekhoon? Maine socha. 

Koi itna bada keyhole nahi tha jisse dekha ja sake. Darwaza solid tha. Shayad main wait karun, lekin woh bahut time lega. Mera dimaag tez chal raha tha. 

Mujhe yaad aaya ki jab main aunty najma ki madad kar raha tha tab is room ke paas ek chhota storage closet dekha tha. Usmein connecting vent ya kuch tha? Main dheere se agle darwaze tak gaya jo unlocked tha. 

Andar sirf purani chairs aur boxes stacked the. Door wall par door, ek chhota grilled vent ooncha tha, shayad rooms ke beech airflow ke liye. Woh narrow tha, lekin agar main boxes par carefully chadh jaun to us tak pahunch sakta tha aur gaps se jhaank sakta tha. 

Kuch minutes jaise lagte time sochne ke baad maine faisla kiya ki yahi mera sirf rasta tha. Maine do mazboot boxes bina awaaz kiye stack kiye, dheere se chadha aur balance banaya. 

Mere haath thode kaanp rahe the jab main grill ko pakad raha tha. Maine apna chehra kareeb kiya aur patle metal slots se dekha. Jo maine dekha usse main itna gussa ho gaya. Mera khoon meri raghon mein garam feel ho raha tha. 

Wahan mom vishal ke bilkul paas khadi thi chhote room mein. Woh zor se kiss kar rahe the, jaise poora din iska intezaar kar rahe hon. Vishal ke haath pehle uske chehre ko gently pakde the, phir uski kamar par chale gaye. 

Mom ki baahen uske gale ke aas-paas thi, use aur kareeb kheench rahi thi. Kiss gehri aur lambi thi, unke honth ek dusre se mil rahe the jis tarah se bahut familiar lag raha tha. Main chillana chahta tha, lekin chup raha, shock aur gusse mein dekhta hua. 








Ammi: Vishal… oh god, hum sach mein kar diye. Hum sabke busy hone ke dauran neeche party mein yahan upar chhup kar aa gaye. Abhi mera dil bahut tez dhadak raha hai. 

Vishal: Mujhe pata hai aisha. Main aur intezaar nahi kar sakta tha jab maine tumhe woh secret chat message bheja. Idhar aao baby. 

(Woh usse kareeb kheench laya aur unke honth gehri bhookhi kiss mein mil gaye. Uski haathen uske kandhon ko tight pakde hue the jab woh usse kiss kar rahi thi, uska badan uske saath chup chaap room mein dab raha tha.) 

Ammi: Mmm… vishal, tere honth bahut achhe lag rahe hain. Lekin main sochti ja rahi hoon… kya agar koi upar aa gaya? Meri grandma hamesha sabko dekhti rehti hai, ya aunty najma mujhe dhoondh sakti hai. 

Vishal: Shh, relax karo aisha. Koi upar nahi aa raha. Neeche party bahut loud aur mazedaar chal rahi hai. Maine stairs check kar liye the jab maine tumhe call kiya. Abhi hum safe hain. Bas mere saath ho jao. 

Ammi: Tum hamesha aisa kehkar mujhe shant kar dete ho. Theek hai… main tum par bharosa karti hoon. Lekin main tumhare baare mein sochna band nahi kar sakti vishal. Bhale hi main fahad se shaadi-shuda hoon mere husband se, har roz mera dimaag tumhare paas chala jaata hai. Mujhe bahut guilty feel hota hai lekin main kuch nahi kar sakti. 

Vishal: Mujhe bhi aisa hi feel hota hai aisha. Tum bhi hamesha mere dimaag mein rehti ho. Phir se kiss karo. 

(Unhone ek baar aur kiss kiya, is baar aur lamba. Uski baahen uski kamar ke aas-paas lapet gayi aur use aur kareeb kheench liya. Uski dupatta thodi si kandhe se khisak gayi.) 

Ammi: Vishal… main ab tumse sab kuch confess karti hoon. Jis din se humne yeh shuru kiya, main apni married life par focus nahi kar paati. Fahad achha aadmi hai lekin woh mujhe woh feel nahi karwata jo tum karwate ho. Main tumhare touch ke baare mein har waqt sochti hoon, bhale hi main uske saath hoon. 

Vishal: Yeh sun kar mujhe bahut khushi hoti hai aisha. Tum is secret tareeke se meri ho. Mujhe tumhe aur touch karne do. 

(Uski haath dheere se uski kamar se upar gaye aur usne uske boobs ko dress ke upar se gently cup kiya. Woh unhe softly squeeze kar raha tha jab woh kiss karte rahe. Woh dheere se uske muh mein moan kar rahi thi.) 

(Woh jaise usne kaha tha kiya, uski ungliyan uske boobs ke soft flesh mein dab rahi thi. Woh thoda peeth peeche jhuki, uski aankhein dim light mein aadhi band thi.) 

Ammi: Tum jaante ho vishal, jis last time tumne sayema ki wedding par meri pussy ko fucked kiya tha, uske baad har roz main itni horny rahi hoon. Main usse yaad kiye bina nahi reh sakti. 

Vishal: Mujhe uske baare mein aur batao aisha. Mujhe sunna bahut pasand hai ki tumhe kaisa feel hua tha. 

Ammi: Wedding par humne hall ke peeche woh chhota room dhundha tha aur tumne mujhe bahut zor se fucked kiya tha. Uske baad poori raat meri pussy wet thi. Har baar jab main party mein ghoom rahi thi, mujhe mehsoos ho raha tha ki woh throbbing kar rahi hai, tumhari dick ke andar hone ki soch kar. 

Vishal: Woh bahut risky tha lekin bahut hot tha. Tum bahut dheere moan kar rahi thi taaki koi sun na le. 

Ammi: Haan… aur main gussa bhi thi, tum jaante ho. Main stage ke paas khadi thi, tumhe door se dekh rahi thi. Mere haath… well, main wahan khade-khade khud ko touch karna chahti thi lekin nahi kar sakti thi. Main gussa thi kyunki main tumhare saath openly nahi ho sakti thi, lekin main abhi bhi bahut turned on thi. 

Vishal: Gussa lekin mere liye horny? Yeh to perfect lagta hai aisha. 

Ammi: Bilkul. Aur meri grandmother baar-baar mere paas aati thi aur kehti thi, “Aisha, apne baal properly dupatta se dhak lo. Party mein aise dikhana achha nahi.” Lekin main uski baat sunna nahi chahti thi. 

Vishal: Tumne poora kyun nahi dhaka? 

Ammi: Kyunki main chahti thi ki tum mere baal dekho vishal. Maine jaan-bujhkar thode loose chhode the taaki tum notice kar sako ki woh kaise dikhte hain. Mujhe pata tha ki tumhe mere baal khule hue pasand hain. Isse mujhe naughty feel hota tha. 

Vishal: Tum bahut buri ho aisha. Main ne notice kiya tha. Room ke us paar se tumhe dekh kar hi main hard ho gaya tha. 

(Unhone phir se kiss kiya, aur gehra. Uski haath uske boobs par hi the, ungliyan uske nipples ko kapde ke upar se rub kar rahi thi. Ab woh aur tez saans le rahi thi.) 

Ammi: Dekho? Tum mujhe bigaad rahe ho vishal. Mujhe lagta hai ki main tumhare dwara poori tarah se bigad chuki hoon. Isse pehle jab main tumse aise mili thi, main ek sadharan shaadi shuda aurat thi. Ab main mehfil se chhup kar apne premi ko chhupte hue kamron mein chumma lene chali jaati hoon. 

Vishal: Kya yeh sach mein bigaadna hai agar yeh tumhe khush karta hai? Tum ab zyada muskuraati ho aisha. Main dekh sakta hoon. 

Ammi: Shayad tum sahi ho. Lekin phir bhi... mujhe kabhi kabhi lagta hai ki main ek buri patni hoon. Main apne pati ke baare mein kabhi kabhi sochti hoon... 

Vishal: Ab uske baare mein mat socho. Yeh hamara samay hai. Mujhe aur batao ki tum kitni kaamuk hoti ho. 

Ammi: Us wedding ke chodne ke baad, main ghar gayi aur neend nahi aayi. Meri choot har baar aankh band karte hi geeli ho jaati thi jab main tumhare haathon ko meri kamar pakadte hue yaad karti thi. Us raat maine bathroom mein chupke se khud ko chhua bhi, tumhare baare mein soch kar. 

Vishal: Bhagwan, aisha, yeh mujhe bahut uttejit karta hai. Kash main wahan hota aur dekh sakta. 

Ammi: Agli baar shayad hum kuch yojna kar sakein. Lekin abhi is kamre mein, mujhe phir se waisa hi mehsoos ho raha hai. Mera badan tumhare chummon aur haathon se garam ho raha hai. 

Vishal: Aaj raat ka sabse achha faisla. Mera dil mehsoos karo... yeh tumhare liye dhadak raha hai. 

(Woh uska haath pakad kar apne seene par rakha. Woh muskuraai aur phir uska haath neeche ki taraf le gayi, uske patloon par se guzarti hui.) 

Ammi: Tumhara dhadak raha hai, lekin mera to aag ki tarah jal raha hai. Sayema ki wedding ke baad, main har raat tumhare baare mein sapne dekhne lagi thi. Sapnon mein tum mujhe baar baar chodte ho. 

Vishal: Un sapnon mein kya hota hai? 

Ammi: Tum mujhe jhuka kar, bilkul waise jaise wedding mein kiya tha. Aur mujhe apne honth kaatne padte hain taaki main tumhara naam chillakar na bol doon. 

Vishal: Mujhe yeh bahut pasand hai. Tum bahut chup rehti ho jab pakde jaane ka dar hota hai, lekin tumhari choot itni geeli ho jaati hai. 

Ammi: Aise chhedna band karo. Isse main aur zyada kaamuk ho jaati hoon ab. Meri choochiyan tumhare haathon ke neeche sakht ho gayi hain. 

(Woh unhe kapdon ke upar se halke se chimaat lagaata hai, jisse woh dheere se saans rok leti hai.) 

Phir vishal ke haath uske shalwar kameez ke neeche ki taraf chale gaye. Woh uske patloon ke kamar band ko naram se pakad liya. “Mujhe tumhari aur dekhne do aisha,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Main iske baare mein bus se hi soch raha tha.” 

Ammi ne thoda rukavat mehsoos ki lekin sir hilaya. Woh uske purple patloon ko dheere dheere neeche khinchne laga, ek ek inch. Naram kapda uski kamar aur janghon par se guzra, uski chamakdar taangein dikhaata hua. 

Woh patloon se savdhani se bahar nikal gayi, aur ab woh sirf apni purple kachchi aur kameez ke upar wale hisse mein khadi thi. Kachchi lacy thi aur outfit se bilkul match karti thi, uske vakraon ko tightly pakadti hui. 








Vishal ne usse bhookhi aankhon se dekha aur kaha, “Tum is tarah perfect ho. Mere liye itni kaamukta bhari.” Ammi laal ho gayi aur ek second ke liye chehra chhupa liya, lekin usne patloon wapas nahi chadhaaya. Woh dheere se baat karte rahe ki akela hone ka kaisa achha mehsoos ho raha tha aur ki usne yeh kachchi bhi sirf uske liye chuni thi. 

*Agla, vishal peeche hata aur usse dekha. “Ab aisha, main chahta hoon ki tum ghutno par baitho aur mere lund ko chooso,” usne mazboot lekin naram swar mein aadesh diya. “Mujhe dikhao ki tum is surprise ko kitna chahti ho jo maine vaada kiya tha.” Usne apne shalwar ke upar wala hissa bhi utaar diya. 

Ab woh apni safed baniyan aur patloon mein reh gaya.* 

Ammi ne uski taraf dekha, uski aankhein phaili hui lekin utsaahit. Woh dheere se zameen par ghutno ke bal baith gayi, uske ghutne carpet par the. Uske haath uske shalwar ki taraf gaye aur usse neeche khinch liya saath mein uske andar ke kapde ke saath. Uska lund bahar nikal aaya, pehle se sakht aur mota. Ammi ne ek baar apne honth chaate. 








“Kya aise?” usne dheemi awaaz mein poocha. Vishal ne ahkari aur sir hilaya. “Haan, achhi ladki. Pehle dheere se shuru karo.” 

Usne shuru kiya tip ko naram se chum kar, phir side se thoda thoda chaatne lagi. Uski zubaan upar neeche ghum rahi thi, ise geela aur chamakdar banaati hui. Vishal ne apna haath halke se uske sir par rakha aur aur gehri ahkaar. 

“Tum isme bahut achhi ho aisha. Tumhara muh bahut achha lag raha hai.” Ammi ne aur zyada andar liya, thoda thoda kar ke. 

Usne apna muh aur chauda kiya aur uske lund ka aadha hissa andar slide kar diya. Thook uske honthon ke konon se tapakne laga jab woh apna sir aage peeche kar rahi thi. Kamra chup tha sirf geele awaazon aur vishal ki dheemi ahkaron ke alawa. 

Usne har baar peeche khinchte waqt zubaan se sir ko ghumaya. 

Phir usne aur aage dhakela, lagbhag poora andar le liya. Uske gaal andar dhans gaye jab usne aur zor se choosa. Vishal ki ahkaren aur tez ho gayi. “Aur gehraai se baby. 

Tum expert ho. Dekho tum mera poora lund nigal rahi ho.” Ammi ne kiya. Usne apni gardan shithil ki aur har inch andar le liya jab tak uski naak uske badan se lag nahi gayi. Thook uski thodi par patli rekhaon mein beh raha tha, use ganda lekin isme itna laga hua dikha raha tha. 

Mahaul garam aur rahasya bhara tha, jaise dono ko iski bahut zarurat thi. Woh ab apna sir tez i se upar neeche kar rahi thi, uske haath uski janghon ko balance ke liye pakde hue. Vishal bhari saans le raha tha aur kaha, “Neeche kisi ko bhi nahi pata ki unki achhi aisha mujhe pro ki tarah choos rahi hai.” 

Iske bahut minutes baad, vishal thoda kaanpne laga. “Main jhadne wala hoon aisha,” usne chetavani di. “Sab le lo.” Woh bina ruke choosti rahi. Jab woh jhada, uska lund uske muh mein dhadka. 

Garam virya usme bhar gaya. Ammi ki aankhein phail gayi, aur woh thoda khansi jab yeh uske gale ke peeche laga. Kuch safed virya uske honthon ke side se leak ho gaya, lekin usne nigalne ki koshish ki. Woh thoda peeche hati, phir se khansi aur apne haath mein thoda thook diya. 

Phir usne baaki nigal liya, chehra banaati hui lekin zabardasti andar dhakelti hui. Woh ek baar aur khansi, apne muh ko haath ke peeche se pochhti hui. Vishal ne uski madad se naram se khada kiya. 

“Tumne bahut achha kiya,” usne kaha, use kareeb kheench kar. “Meri achhi ladki ne sab kuch nigal liya.” Ammi kamzor smile kiya, abhi bhi saans sambhal rahi thi, aur woh baat karte rahe ki kitna namkeen swad tha lekin woh usse achha mehsoos karwana pasand karti thi. 

Woh kareeb rahe, ab chumma lete hue. Ammi sirf apni purple kachchi aur upar wale hisse mein thi. Vishal ke haath uski peeth par ghum rahe the. Phir ek haath shak ki tarah neeche ki taraf gaya, peeche, uski badi gaand ko cup karte hue. Usne pehle naram se squeeze kiya. 

Ammi: Mmm... vishal, woh bahut tha. Main ne sab kuch nigal liya jaise tumhe pasand hai. Mera muh abhi bhi tumhare jaise swad se bhara hai. 

Vishal: Tum perfect thi aisha. Mere liye itni achhi. Idhar aao, aur chumma lo. 

(Unhone phir se chumma liya, dheere aur geela, wahin purane lakdi ke bistar ke paas khade hue. Uski haathen uski peeth ragadne lagi, phir dheere se neeche purple kachchi par slide ho gayi, patle kapde ke bahar se uski gaand ke fankiyon ko cup karte hue.) 

Ammi: Uske baad tumhara chumma achha lag raha hai. Lekin thoda dheere... humein abhi bhi savdhani baratni hai. 

Vishal: Tum abhi bahut sundar lag rahi ho, yahan khadi hui un purple kachchi ke saath jo tum par itni kaamuk dikhti hain. 

(Jab woh chumma lete rahe, uski ungliyan kachchi ke upar se uski gaand ke fankiyon ke beech naram se dab rahi thi, kapde ke kinare ke neeche slip karne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Usne thoda dhakela, wahan ki naram chamdi ko mehsoos karta hua.) 

Ammi: Vishal... tum kya kar rahe ho? Tumhari ungliyan... woh meri gaand ke beech ja rahi hain. 

Vishal: Shh, baby. Tum har jagah itni garam aur naram mehsoos ho rahi ho. Bas relax karo aur mujhe chumma do. 








Woh nahi ruka. Uski ungliyan dabati rahi, purple kachchi ke kapde ko thoda sa side karke, uski gaand ke fankiyon ke beech aur gehraai tak pahunchne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Woh apni kamar hilayi, thoda sa door khinchne ki koshish karte hue. 

Ammi: Ruko vishal. Mujhe yeh pasand nahi. Apna haath abhi wahan se hatao. 

Vishal: Aisha tum bahut perfect ho. Tumhara badan mujhe paagal kar deta hai. Dekho tumne mere liye kitni achhe se nigal liya... tum meri achhi ladki ho. 

(Woh apna haath wahi rakhe raha, apni ungliyon ko aur zor se dhakel raha tha, ab ek ungli ki nok uski gaand ke chhed ke bilkul paas pahunch gayi thi aur kachchi ke aakhri resistance se guzar rahi thi. Woh saans rok kar saans le uthi aur uska badan sakht ho gaya.) 

Ammi: Ahh! Vishal nahi! Tum kya karne ki koshish kar rahe ho? Maine kaha tha ruko! Apni ungli wahan mat daalo! 

(Woh peeche ki taraf ek haath se uski kalaai pakad kar uske haath ko apni gaand se door khinchne ki koshish karne lagi. Lekin woh usse mazboot tha aur dabata raha, ab uski ungli uske tight gaand ke chhed ke charo taraf halke se ghuma rahi thi. Uski purple kachchi ab poori tarah side ki hui thi.) 

Vishal: Shant ho jao baby. Tum is tarah bahut garam lagti ho. Tumhari gaand bahut achhi mehsoos ho rahi hai... itni chamakdar. Bas mujhe thoda chhoone do. 

Ammi: Mujhe yeh nahi chaahiye! Kripaya vishal... ise bahar nikalo. Main serious hoon. Woh jagah iske liye nahi hai. 

(Woh ab dono haathon se uski bahon ko zor se dhakel rahi thi, uski awaaz thodi tez ho rahi thi lekin neeche ki mehfil ki wajah se chup rehne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Lekin uski ungli uske gaand ke chhed ke bilkul upar pahunch gayi thi, andar abhi nahi gayi thi sirf kinare ko ragad rahi thi.) 








Ammi: Ahhh... ise band karo! Bhagwan... mat... mujhe tumhari ungli meri gaand ke chhed par mehsoos ho rahi hai. Vishal kripaya! 

Vishal: Tum har jagah itni tight aur sundar ho aisha. Yaad hai tumne abhi kitni achhe se mera lund choosa tha? Tum mujhe control khone par majboor kar deti ho. Bas saans lo... tum mere saath surakshit ho. 

(Woh dheere se dhakel raha tha, ab uski ungli uske tight gaand ke chhed ke chhote se chhed mein thoda sa andar dhakel rahi thi. Woh sangharsh kar rahi thi, apni kamar ghuma rahi thi, uske haath uski kalaai par halke se thappad maar rahe the, lekin uske badan mein ek chhoti si thar thar si anichhik sukh ki lahar uthi.) 

Ammi: Nahi nahi nahi... mujhe yeh bilkul pasand nahi. Apni ungli wahan se hatao! Main tumse seriously keh rahi hoon vishal. Ise zabardasti mat daalo! 

Vishal: Shhh... neeche ki mehfil ki awaaz suno. Koi humein sun nahi sakta. Tum meri sundar aisha ho, in purple kachchi mein itni kaamuk lag rahi ho. Mujhe tumhari yeh halat bahut pasand hai. 

(Woh tez saans le rahi thi, uska chehra laal ho gaya tha. Uske ek haath se uski bahon ko door dhakel rahi thi jabki dusra haath uske kandhe par tha. Lekin uski ungli ka sirf nok uske gaand ke chhed mein slip ho gaya, jisse uska badan jhatka kha gaya.) 

Ammi: Ahh! Oh bhagwan... thoda sa andar ja raha hai! Vishal ise abhi bahar nikalo! Mujhe yeh nafrat hai... mujhe sach mein apni gaand ke chhed mein ungli nahi chaahiye! 

(Woh ek ajeeb naye sukh ke ehsaas aur saaf gusse ke beech sangharsh kar rahi thi jo uski taangein thoda kaanpne par majboor kar raha tha. Uski awaaz mein chillane aur moan karne ka mishran tha. Usne phir se dono haath se uski kalaai ko mazboot se pakad kar peeche ki taraf kheenchne ki koshish ki.) 

Vishal: Relax karo baby. Tum bahut achha kar rahi ho. Tumhara poora badan mere liye itna responsive hai. Bas mehsoos karo ki main tumhe kitna chahta hoon. 

Ammi: Nahi! Main tumse keh rahi hoon band karo! Tum meri baat kyun nahi sun rahe? Apni ungli meri gaand se bahar nikalo... kripaya... ahh! 

(Woh haathon se aur zor se dhakel rahi thi, usse lagbhag twist karke door jaane ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin usne uski kamar ke aas-paas dusri bahon se pakad rakha tha aur ungli wahi rakhe hue thoda aur andar ghuma raha tha. Uski purple kachchi ab poori tarah side ki hui thi aur sab kuch khula hua tha.) 

Ammi: Vishal! Main serious hoon... yeh woh nahi hai jo main chahti hoon. Maine tumhe lund choos kar khush kiya kyunki mujhe tumhe khush karna pasand hai, lekin yeh nahi. Ise bahar nikalo! 

Vishal: Aisha tumne mera virya itni achhe se nigal liya... tum sabse achhi ho. Tumhari gaand itni perfect hai ki main har hisse ko mehsoos karna chahta hoon. Tum meri ho, yaad hai? 

(Woh dheemi awaaz mein phusphusa raha tha jabki uski ungli wahi thi, ab uske tight gaand ke chhed ke andar dheere se ragad rahi thi.) 

Ammi: Ahhh! Ise hilana band karo! Mujhe andar mehsoos ho raha hai... mujhe is jagah se yeh sukh nahi chaahiye. Vishal main tumse binti kar rahi hoon... apni ungli abhi meri gaand ke chhed se bahar nikalo! 

Vishal: Mere saath saans lo baby. Andar aur bahar. Tum jab itni serious ho jaati ho tab bahut pyari lagti ho. Tumhari purple kachchi bahut sundar hai, bhale hi side ki hui ho. 

Ammi: Ab meri kachchi ke baare mein mat bolo! Yeh mazak nahi hai. Main apne haathon se tumhe rok rahi hoon... dekho? Door ho jao! 

(Woh ab sach mein sangharsh kar rahi thi, dono haath uski kalaai par jakad hue, poori taakat se kheench rahi thi jabki uska badan anichhik sukh ki chhoti chhoti lahar se dhokha de raha tha. Uski saans kaanp rahi thi aur ek chhota sa moan nikal gaya bhale hi usne tevar banaye rakhe the.) 

Ammi: Tum kyun nahi ruk rahe? Maine kaha tha mujhe gaand ke chhed mein ungli pasand nahi. Yeh galat mehsoos hota hai... bhale hi thoda sa chhinti ho. Kripaya vishal... mere liye? 

Vishal: Shh... tum is tarah ladti hui bahut sundar lagti ho. Lekin andar se tum mujh par bharosa karti ho na? Bas thoda aur. 

Ammi: Tum par bharosa? Iske liye nahi! Maine tum par lund choosne ke liye bharosa kiya tha... lekin apni ungli meri gaand mein zabardasti daalne ke liye nahi. Ab band karo! 

(Woh lagatar sangharsh karti rahi, apni kamar left aur right ghumati hui, apni gaand ko sakht karke uski ungli ko bahar dhakelne ki koshish karti hui jabki uske haath kabhi uski kalaai se nahi hile. Woh sukh uski awaaz ko kaanpne par majboor kar raha tha lekin woh saaf taur par yeh nahi chahti thi.) 

Ammi: Kripaya... main tumse binti kar rahi hoon. Ise bahar nikalo. Mujhe apni gaand ke chhed mein yeh mehsoos nahi karna. Yeh mujhe pareshan kar raha hai... kuch sukh to hai lekin mujhe pasand nahi. 

Vishal: Tum mujhe jo bhi deti ho woh perfect hai. Tum perfect ho. Bas saans lo aur mujhe apne tareeke se pyaar karne do. 

Ammi: Tumhara tareeka abhi galat hai! Mujhe gaand ke chhed mein ungli se nafrat hai... maine tumhe itni baar bata diya! 

(Yeh aage peeche chalti rahi, uske haath kabhi ladai chhodte nahi the, uski awaaz serious rehti thi bhale hi chhote chhote moan sukh ke nikal jaate the. Vishal shant rehta tha, uske badan ki tareef karta tha, uski purple kachchi ki, patloon utarne ke baad uski halat ki, aur ki usse kitni zarurat hai — sab kuch tab jabki uski ungli mazboot i se uski gaand mein thi aur dheere se ragad rahi thi. Woh us sangharsh mein atak gayi thi, saaf taur par yeh nahi chahti thi lekin usse poori tarah door nahi kar pa rahi thi jab woh dono us rahasya bhare kamre mein khade the.) 

Achanak darwaze par dastak hui. Dastak, dastak. Dono thar thar se jam gaye. Vishal ne apni ungli jo ammi ki gaand ke chhed mein thi apne honthon par rakhi aur uska swad chakha. Dastak phir se aayi, thodi tez. Ammi dar gayi dikhti thi. 

Usne jaldi se zameen se apni purple patloon uthayi aur tez i se pehen li, apni dupatta theek ki aur baal sahare. 

Vishal ne phusphusa kar kaha, “Shant raho.” 

Ammi ne jaldi se apni patloon pehni, vishal agle kamre mein chhup gaya. Ammi darwaze tak gayi, use sirf ek chhoti si darar se khola aur bahar nikal gayi, darwaza peeche se jaldi se band kar diya taaki koi andar na dekh sake. 

Aunty najma wahan shant hallway mein khadi thi, hairaan dikhti hui. “Aisha? Tum yahan upar kya kar rahi ho? Main neeche har jagah tumhe dhoondh rahi thi. Mehmanon ko mukhya khane ki plates serve karne mein madad ki zarurat hai aur tum isko organize karne mein bahut achhi ho. Tumhara lipstick aisa kyun kharab ho raha hai? Ek taraf se smudge ho gaya hai.” 

Ammi ne jaldi se apne honth chhue aur smile karne ki koshish ki. “Oh najma, main bas yahan upar ek shant minute ke liye aayi thi. Mehfil ki awaaz se mujhe thoda sar dard ho raha tha, isliye main in kamron mein apna makeup theek karne chali aayi thi. Neeche bathroom ke sheeshe mein line thi, tum jaanti ho?” 

Aunty najma ne ek bhau chadhaaya lekin thoda hasi. “Theek hai, lekin ab chalo. Humen tumhari zarurat hai serving ke liye. Sab aunties intezaar kar rahi hain aur khana thanda ho raha hai. Tum thodi laal bhi lag rahi ho. Sab theek hai?” Ammi ne tez i se sir hilaya aur uske saath haath mein haath daal liya. 

“Haan haan main theek hoon. Chalo madad karte hain. Gayab hone ke liye maafi.” Woh dono hallway se saath saath chal pade, unki awaazein menu aur mehmanon ke baare mein baat karte hue door hoti gayi. 

Main boxes par chhupa hua raha, mera dil abhi bhi tez dhadak raha tha. Gussa aur shock unke jaane ke bahut der baad bhi mere saath raha. Phir maine vishal ko dekha jo uske seedhiyon se neeche utarte hue uski taraf dekh raha tha, woh abhi bhi apni ungli ko chaat raha tha jo ammi ki gaand ke chhed mein thi. Usne uski khushboo bhi sunghi. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki uske dimaag mein kya tha ya woh meri ammi ke saath agla kya karne wala tha.