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Pooja ka shringar chalu......
Baba ne lipstick uthai. Pooja ke hothon ko halka-halka sparsh karte hue unhone lipstick lagani shuru ki. Pooja ke honth comp rahe the. Baba jaanbujhkar bahut dheere aur samvedansheel tarike se lipstick laga rahe the.
“Puja… tumhare honth jaise gulab ki pankhudiyan han.”
Puja ki sansen ab aur bhari ho chuki thin. Baba ka chehra uske chehre se sirf kuch inch ki doori par tha. Unki garm sans pooja ke chehre par pad rahi thi. Maitri ki rachnaa.
Baba ne lipstick rakhi aur pooja ki thodi ko phir se pakadkar upar uthaya.
“Ab dekho… kitni khoobsurat lag rahi ho.”
Puja ne sharm se najrein jhuka lin, lekin uske honthon par halki muskan thi.
Baba ne dheere se uske kaan ke paas muh le jaakar fusfusaya;
“Shringar abhi shuru hua hai puja… abhi to bahut kuch baaki hai.”
Yahan shringar ka seen bahut jyada kamuk, sensual aur vistrit tarike se likha gaya hai:
Baba ne pooja ki aankhon mein gahri najar dalte hue dhimi, madak awaz mein kaha,
“Itni chamkili… jeevan se bhari… pyar bikherti hui. Koi bhi in aankhon mein doob jaye bina soche. Tumhari aankhon mein aisi mohini hai puja, ki dekhne wala apna hosh kho baithe.”
Puja sharma gai. Uski palkein jhuk gain, lekin honthon par ek halki, meethi muskan khel gai.
Use andar hi andar bahut acha lag raha tha. Iliner lagane ke baad baba ne ruj uthaya.
Unhone pooja ke gaalon par ruj lagate hue apni ungaliyon ko dhire-dhire uske naram gaalon par fera.
“Puja… ek baat kahun?” Sampadika Funlover hai.
“Ji… kahiye babaji.”
“Tumhare gaal kitne komal han… jaise makhmal ki pankhudiyan. Itne naajuk, itne mulayam… in par haath pherate samay man karta hai ki…” baba ne jaanbujhkar rukkar pooja ki aankhon mein dekha.
Puja ne sharmate hue puchha,
“In par kya babaji?”
Baba ne uske gaal par anguli pherate hue dheere se kaha,
“In gaalon ka chumban lene ko dil kar raha hai… aur ek baar le liya to chhodne ka man hi na kare.”
Puja ke gaal aur gardan ekdum lal ho gaye. Wah sharma kar muskurai, lekin kuch bol nahin pai. Uska pura shareer halka-halka comp raha tha. Rooj lagane ke baad baba ne lipstick uthai.
“Puja… honth aage karo.”
Puja ne sharma kar apne bhare-bhare honth aage kiye. Baba ne ek haath se uski thodi ko pakad liya aur dusre haath se gaadhe dark red lipstick ko uske honthon par ghumane lage.
“Honth thode aur kholo… han, aise…”
Baba lipstick lagate samay bar-bar uske nichle honth ko anguli se daba rahe the.
Unki awaz aur bhi gahri ho gai,
“Kya banavat hai tumhare honthon ki… kitne bhare-bhare, kitne gulabi aur komal. Dekhkar lagta hai jaise ras se bhare hon.”
Puja ki sansen tej ho gain. Maitri ki prastuti.
Baba aage bole, “tumhare honth dekhkar to kamdev bhi lalcha jaye… inhen chusne, inki madira peene ko man kare.”
Puja andar hi andar pighal rahi thi. Uski chhati upar-niche teji se hill rahi thi. Baba ne puchha, “ek baat puchhun?”
“Puchhiye babaji…”
“Tumhare in sundar honthon ka seven aaj tak kisi ne kiya hai?”
Puja behad sharma gai. Usne najrein jhuka leen aur dheere se boli,
“Ek-do bar… mere pati ne…”
Baba muskurae, “keval ek-do bar? Itne pyase honthon ko sirf ek-do bar?”
Puja: “vo zyadatar bahar rahte the…”
Baba: “to tumhare pati ke alava kisi aur ne in honthon ko nahin chuma? Nahin chusa?”
Puja sharm se garm ho gai,
“Babaji… aisi baaten… pati ke alava aur kaun kar sakta hai? Woh paap nahin hai kya?”
Baba ne uske honth ke kone par anguli pherate hue kaha, “yadi vivash hokar kiya jaye to paap hai… varna nahin. Itne rasile, bhare hue honthon ka ras jo nahin pita, uska jeevan adhura hi hai puja…”
Puja ke shareer mein ek meethi si lahar daud gai. Wah andar hi andar pagal ho rahi thi.
Fir baba ne hair dryer nikala aur pooja ke lambe, ghane bal sukhane lage. Bal sukhte samay unhone pooja ke baalon mein ungaliyan firain aur dhire-dhire ek sexy hairstyle bana diya.
Jab sab taiyar ho gaya, baba ne pooja ko sheesha dikhaya.
Puja khud ko dekhkar hairan rah gai. Wah itni sensual, itni kamuk aur aakarshak kabhi nahin lagi thi. Uski aankhen, honth, gaal - sab kuch ekdum alag aur behad uttejak lag raha tha. Rachayita Maitri.
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Aaj ke liye bas yahi tak dosto. Ek naya episode likh rahi hun aap ke manranjan ke liye, Kahaani ke baare me apne vichaar de.
Maitri ki taraf se JAY BHARAT.
Baba ne lipstick uthai. Pooja ke hothon ko halka-halka sparsh karte hue unhone lipstick lagani shuru ki. Pooja ke honth comp rahe the. Baba jaanbujhkar bahut dheere aur samvedansheel tarike se lipstick laga rahe the.
“Puja… tumhare honth jaise gulab ki pankhudiyan han.”
Puja ki sansen ab aur bhari ho chuki thin. Baba ka chehra uske chehre se sirf kuch inch ki doori par tha. Unki garm sans pooja ke chehre par pad rahi thi. Maitri ki rachnaa.
Baba ne lipstick rakhi aur pooja ki thodi ko phir se pakadkar upar uthaya.
“Ab dekho… kitni khoobsurat lag rahi ho.”
Puja ne sharm se najrein jhuka lin, lekin uske honthon par halki muskan thi.
Baba ne dheere se uske kaan ke paas muh le jaakar fusfusaya;
“Shringar abhi shuru hua hai puja… abhi to bahut kuch baaki hai.”
Yahan shringar ka seen bahut jyada kamuk, sensual aur vistrit tarike se likha gaya hai:
Baba ne pooja ki aankhon mein gahri najar dalte hue dhimi, madak awaz mein kaha,
“Itni chamkili… jeevan se bhari… pyar bikherti hui. Koi bhi in aankhon mein doob jaye bina soche. Tumhari aankhon mein aisi mohini hai puja, ki dekhne wala apna hosh kho baithe.”
Puja sharma gai. Uski palkein jhuk gain, lekin honthon par ek halki, meethi muskan khel gai.
Use andar hi andar bahut acha lag raha tha. Iliner lagane ke baad baba ne ruj uthaya.
Unhone pooja ke gaalon par ruj lagate hue apni ungaliyon ko dhire-dhire uske naram gaalon par fera.
“Puja… ek baat kahun?” Sampadika Funlover hai.
“Ji… kahiye babaji.”
“Tumhare gaal kitne komal han… jaise makhmal ki pankhudiyan. Itne naajuk, itne mulayam… in par haath pherate samay man karta hai ki…” baba ne jaanbujhkar rukkar pooja ki aankhon mein dekha.
Puja ne sharmate hue puchha,
“In par kya babaji?”
Baba ne uske gaal par anguli pherate hue dheere se kaha,
“In gaalon ka chumban lene ko dil kar raha hai… aur ek baar le liya to chhodne ka man hi na kare.”
Puja ke gaal aur gardan ekdum lal ho gaye. Wah sharma kar muskurai, lekin kuch bol nahin pai. Uska pura shareer halka-halka comp raha tha. Rooj lagane ke baad baba ne lipstick uthai.
“Puja… honth aage karo.”
Puja ne sharma kar apne bhare-bhare honth aage kiye. Baba ne ek haath se uski thodi ko pakad liya aur dusre haath se gaadhe dark red lipstick ko uske honthon par ghumane lage.
“Honth thode aur kholo… han, aise…”
Baba lipstick lagate samay bar-bar uske nichle honth ko anguli se daba rahe the.
Unki awaz aur bhi gahri ho gai,
“Kya banavat hai tumhare honthon ki… kitne bhare-bhare, kitne gulabi aur komal. Dekhkar lagta hai jaise ras se bhare hon.”
Puja ki sansen tej ho gain. Maitri ki prastuti.
Baba aage bole, “tumhare honth dekhkar to kamdev bhi lalcha jaye… inhen chusne, inki madira peene ko man kare.”
Puja andar hi andar pighal rahi thi. Uski chhati upar-niche teji se hill rahi thi. Baba ne puchha, “ek baat puchhun?”
“Puchhiye babaji…”
“Tumhare in sundar honthon ka seven aaj tak kisi ne kiya hai?”
Puja behad sharma gai. Usne najrein jhuka leen aur dheere se boli,
“Ek-do bar… mere pati ne…”
Baba muskurae, “keval ek-do bar? Itne pyase honthon ko sirf ek-do bar?”
Puja: “vo zyadatar bahar rahte the…”
Baba: “to tumhare pati ke alava kisi aur ne in honthon ko nahin chuma? Nahin chusa?”
Puja sharm se garm ho gai,
“Babaji… aisi baaten… pati ke alava aur kaun kar sakta hai? Woh paap nahin hai kya?”
Baba ne uske honth ke kone par anguli pherate hue kaha, “yadi vivash hokar kiya jaye to paap hai… varna nahin. Itne rasile, bhare hue honthon ka ras jo nahin pita, uska jeevan adhura hi hai puja…”
Puja ke shareer mein ek meethi si lahar daud gai. Wah andar hi andar pagal ho rahi thi.
Fir baba ne hair dryer nikala aur pooja ke lambe, ghane bal sukhane lage. Bal sukhte samay unhone pooja ke baalon mein ungaliyan firain aur dhire-dhire ek sexy hairstyle bana diya.
Jab sab taiyar ho gaya, baba ne pooja ko sheesha dikhaya.
Puja khud ko dekhkar hairan rah gai. Wah itni sensual, itni kamuk aur aakarshak kabhi nahin lagi thi. Uski aankhen, honth, gaal - sab kuch ekdum alag aur behad uttejak lag raha tha. Rachayita Maitri.
**********************************.
Aaj ke liye bas yahi tak dosto. Ek naya episode likh rahi hun aap ke manranjan ke liye, Kahaani ke baare me apne vichaar de.
Maitri ki taraf se JAY BHARAT.
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