Fantasy BUDHDHE SE SEAL TOD CHUDAI ,(.uske bad kai Lund se chudai)

[Anita patel]

college se ghar wapas aa rahi thi. Uniform pehna hua—tight white shirt, navy-blue skirt. Rasta thoda sunsaan pad gaya tha. Gali ke ek kone mein, jahaan do badi deewarein milti thin aur thodi si andheri si jagah thi, wahan main akele thi.

Tabhi peeche se usi buddhe ne mujhe pakad liya. Wahi 55-60 saal ka aadmi, jo pehle se meri taarif karta aur peecha karta tha. Usne ekdum se mera dono haath peeche se pakad liya aur mujhe deewar se sata diya. Main chillaane wali thi lekin usne ek haath se mera muh daba diya.

“Shhh… beti… aaj akele mil gayi… ab nahi chhodunga…”

Uske haath kathor the, buddhe aadmi ke haath—khurdare, garam, aur mazboot. Usne pehle mera muh dabaaye rakha, phir doosre haath se seedha meri chhati par rakh diya. Pehli baar kisi mard ka haath meri chunchiyon par pada tha. college uniform ki thin white shirt aur uske neeche soft bra ke upar se uska pura haath mere ek boob par jam gaya.

Usne dabocha. Zor se. Uske kathor ungliyan mere soft, bhaari boob ko masalne lagi. Shirt aur bra ke upar se hi usne pura cup pakad liya aur dheere-dheere press kiya, ghumaya, masla. Main kaanp uthi. Pehli baar kisi purush ke haath ka yeh feel… kathor, garam, aur bahut forceful. Mera boob uske haath mein soft dough ki tarah daba, shape change hota hua. Usne ungliyon se mere nipple ko bhi dhoondha aur usko bra ke upar se hi pinch kiya, ghumaya.

“Arre wah… kitna soft hai… itna bhari… pehli baar haath laga raha hoon aisi jawaan chhati par…”

Usne ab dono haath azaad kiye. Ek haath se mera muh dabaaye rakha, doosre se ab dono chunchiyon ko ek-ek karke masalne laga. Pehle left, phir right. Uske kathor haath mere soft mounds ko zor-zor se daba rahe the, upar-neeche, left-right. Shirt ke buttons thode se khulne lage pressure se. Bra ke cups uske haathon ke neeche flatten ho rahe the. Mere nipples ab fully tight ho chuke the, aur har baar jab uski ungli unpar padti thi to ek strange current sa body mein daud jaata tha.

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Main darti hui thi, lekin sharir react kar raha tha. Pehli baar kisi mard ke haath ka yeh kathor touch… mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne ab shirt ke andar haath daalne ki koshish ki. Buttons mein se ungliyan ghusakar seedha bra ke upar, phir bra ke cup ke andar. Uske khurdare haath ka seedha contact meri nangi chunchi par… main kaamp uthi. Usne pura soft flesh pakad liya aur zor se masla. Nipple ko ungliyon ke beech leke pinch kiya, kheenca, ghumaya.

“Itni soft… itni garam… buddha hoon lekin aaj poori tarah se feel kar lunga…”

Usne dono chunchiyon ko bra ke andar se hi pakad liya. Dono haath ab mere boobs par the. Kathor, mazboot haath mere soft, bhaari mounds ko daba-daba kar shape bigaad rahe the. Kabhi upar uthata, kabhi neeche dabaata, kabhi dono ko ek saath press karta. Mere cleavage mein uski ungliyan ghus jaati thin. Main saans nahi le pa rahi thi theek se. Pehli baar kisi purush ke haath ka yeh anubhav… kathor, hungry, aur bilkul control ke bahar.

Kuch der tak wo bas meri chunchiyon ko masalta raha. Kabhi soft, kabhi zor se. Mere boobs uske haathon mein red ho rahe the, sensitive ho rahe the. Shirt ab almost open si thi, bra displace ho chuki thi. Uske kathor haath ab freely mere nangi soft flesh ko feel kar rahe the—dabochna, masalna, pinch karna, ghumana.

Main aankhein band kiye khadi thi, deewar se sati hui. Pehli baar kisi mard ka haath meri kathor chhati par… yeh feel main kabhi nahi bhool paayi. Uske buddhe, khurdare, garam haathon ne meri 17 saal ki soft, bhaari chunchiyon ko aise masla jaise wo unka haq ho.


Dusre din bhi wahi rasta, wahi time. college se ghar wapas aa rahi thi. Uniform pehna hua—tight white shirt, navy-blue skirt. Kal wale kone se thoda pehle hi usi buddhe ne mujhe dekh liya. Aaj uske chehre pe aur zyada bhook thi.

Wo peeche se aaya aur bina kisi baat ke mujhe phir usi andheri kone mein dhakel diya. Deewar se sata diya. Main chillane wali thi lekin usne ek haath se mera muh daba diya.

“Aaj phir akele mil gayi… kal sirf haath se masla tha… aaj aur kuch karunga…”

Usne pehle dono haath se meri chhati pakad li. Kapdon ke upar se. White shirt aur bra ke upar se uske kathor haath mere soft boobs ko zor se dabaane lage. Kal jaisa hi, lekin aaj uska pressure aur zyada tha. Usne dono chunchiyon ko pakad kar upar-neeche kiya, ghumaya, masla. Shirt ke buttons thode se khulne lage. Phir usne jhuk kar seedha meri chhati par muh laga diya.

Kapdon ke upar se hi usne mere ek boob ko muh mein le liya. Shirt aur bra ke fabric ke through usne chusna shuru kiya. Garam, geela muh, kathor lips mere soft mound ko press kar rahe the. Usne daanton se halka sa kaata bhi, phir zor se choosne laga. Doosri chunchi ko haath se masalte huye. Mere nipple ko kapdon ke upar se hi usne muh mein leke kheenca, choosa, jeebh se ragda. Main kaanp rahi thi. Pehli baar kisi mard ke muh ka yeh feel… kapdon ke upar se hi itna intense.

Usne dono chunchiyon ko baari-baari se piya. Shirt ab geeli ho rahi thi uske thook se. Bra ke cups bhi thode se gile. Uske kathor lips aur jeebh kapdon ke through mere soft flesh ko feel kar rahe the. Kabhi zor se choosna, kabhi daant se halka kaatna, kabhi pure boob ko muh mein dabochna. Main saans nahi le pa rahi thi. Mere nipples ab fully hard the aur har choosne par ek strange current sa neeche tak jaata tha.

Phir usne ek haath neeche bhej diya. Skirt ke upar se pehle meri mote kulhon ko dabaya, phir aage ki taraf le gaya. Skirt ko thoda upar uthaya aur seedha meri panty ke upar haath rakh diya. Soft cotton panty ke upar se uske kathor haath ne meri chut ko pakad liya.

Usne ragadna shuru kiya. Panty ke upar se hi. Uske ungliyan meri soft outer lips ko press karte huye upar-neeche, left-right ghumane lagi. Beech mein jo sensitive jagah thi, uspar usne ungli se pressure daala aur gol-gol ragda. Panty ke fabric ke through uska kathor touch seedha meri chut par feel ho raha tha. Main aur kaanp uthi. Pehli baar kisi mard ke haath ka yeh neeche wala touch…

Usne ab do ungliyan panty ke upar se hi meri slit ke beech mein press kiya aur upar-neeche ragadne laga. Kabhi clit ke area par zor se ghumana, kabhi neeche opening ke paas pressure daalna. Panty dheere-dheere geeli hone lagi—meri natural wetness se. Uske haath ko wo wetness feel ho gayi hogi kyunki usne aur tez ragadna shuru kar diya.

Upar se wo ab bhi meri chunchiyon ko kapdon ke upar se pi raha tha. Ek haath se ek boob masalte huye, muh se doosre ko chooste huye, aur neeche uska kathor haath meri panty ke upar se meri chut ko ragad raha tha. Main deewar se sati hui, uske body ke against dabi hui. Uske saans meri gardan par pad rahi thi, garam aur tez.

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Kuch der tak yahi chalta raha. Upar chunchiyan kapdon ke upar se dabayi ja rahi thin, piyi ja rahi thin… neeche panty ke upar se chut ragdi ja rahi thi. Uske kathor haath aur muh ne mere 17 saal ke soft sharir ko aise use kiya jaise wo uska haq ho. Main aankhein band kiye, kaampte huye, pehli baar yeh sab feel kar rahi thi—kapdon ke upar se hi itna intense, itna dirty.

Jab usne chhoda to meri shirt geeli thi, bra displace, panty sticky, aur sharir pura kaamp raha tha. Usne last baar meri chut ko panty ke upar se ek zor ka pressure diya aur kaha—

“Kal se aur andar tak jaunga… aaj bas kapdon ke upar se maza le liya.”

Main kaampte huye wahan se bhaag gayi. Dusre din ka yeh anubhav… kapdon ke upar se chunchiyon ka dabna-peena aur panty ke upar se chut ka ragda… main kabhi nahi bhool paayi.


Char din ho gaye the buddha gayab tha. college jaana, aana, rasta… sab sunsaan lagta tha. Uske kathor haath ka sparsh, chhati dabane wala pressure, kapdon ke upar se chunchiyan peene wala feel, panty ke upar se chut ragadne wala touch… sab yaad aata tha. Pehle to darr lagta tha, lekin dheere-dheere yaad karke kuch-kuch maza bhi aane laga. Raat ko akele bed par leti to meri ungliyan khud hi chhati par chali jaati thin, uske haath jaisa dabane ki koshish karti thin. Neeche panty geeli ho jaati thi yaad karke. Bechaini badhti ja rahi thi. Uske sparsh ki aadat si pad gayi thi.

Phir ek Sunday aaya. Chhuti ka din. Ghar pe koi nahi tha, maa-baap market gaye the. Main gali mein thodi der ghoomne nikli. Uniform nahi, aaj simple salwar-kameez pehni thi, lekin andar bra-panty thi. Tabhi gali ke kone pe wahi buddha mil gaya. Uske chehre pe muskaan thi.

“Char din se tujhe dhoondh raha tha… aaj chhuti hai na? Chal, kahi le chalta hoon…”

Main mana nahi kar paayi. Bechaini itni thi ki uske peeche-peeche chali gayi. Usne mujhe gali ke peeche ek purane, khaali se makan mein le gaya. Kisi aur ka purana ghar, taale toote huye, andar andhera aur dhool. Usne darwaza band kiya aur mujhe ek kamre mein le gaya jahan ek purani charpai padi thi.

Bina kuch zyada bole usne mujhe charpai par bitha diya. Uske kathor haath seedha meri chhati par gaye. Kameez ke upar se dabaya, phir dheere-dheere buttons khole. Mere boobs bra mein bandhe huye the. Usne bra ke straps neeche kiye, hooks khole, aur bra bilkul hata diya bina pure kapde utaare. Meri soft, bhaari chunchiyan azaad ho gayi.

Usne turant muh laga diya. Is baar seedha nangi chhati par. Uske garam, geele lips mere ek boob ko pakad kar choosne lage. Zor se. Kathor jeebh se nipple ko ragda, daanton se halka kaata, pure soft flesh ko muh mein dabocha. Doosri chunchi ko haath se masalte huye. Main pehli baar itna intense feel kar rahi thi—bina kapdon ke, seedha uske muh ka contact. Mere nipples hard ho gaye, chunchiyan uske choosne se laal-si padne lagi. Main halki si siskari nikalne lagi.

Phir usne ek haath neeche bheja. Salwar ke andar, panty ke upar se pehle ragda, phir panty ko side mein kheench diya. Uske kathor ungli ne seedha meri chut ko touch kiya. Outer lips soft aur thodi geeli thin. Usne dheere-dheere beech ki slit ko khola aur ek ungli andar daal di.

Anita ki pehli baar… kisi mard ki ungli meri chut mein gayi. Bahut tight tha. Uske ungli ne dheere-dheere push kiya, andar tak. Main zor se kaanp uthi. Bahot garam feel hua. Uske kathor ungli meri soft, garam, geeli deewaron ko touch kar rahi thi, andar-bahar move karne lagi. Main aur geeli ho gayi. Usne doosri ungli bhi try ki, lekin pehli hi itni tight thi ki main siskari maarne lagi. Upar se wo ab bhi meri chunchiyan choos raha tha—ek ko muh se, doosri ko haath se masalte huye. Neeche uski ungli meri chut mein dheere-dheere ghum rahi thi, clit ko bhi ungli ke base se ragad raha tha. 

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Main bahot garam ho rahi thi. Pehli baar chut mein ungli ka yeh feel… dard thoda, lekin uske saath ek ajeeb si garmi aur maza. Mera sharir kaamp raha tha, saans tez, chunchiyan uske muh mein geeli, chut uski ungli se aur sticky. Main aankhein band kiye uske against dabi hui thi.

Tabhi bahar se kisi ki aawaz aayi. Kisi aurat ki, ya shayad padosi ki—“Kaun hai andar? Darwaza kyun khula hai?”

Dono ekdum ruk gaye. Usne turant ungli nikaali, bra uthayi, meri chunchiyon ko jaldi se bra mein set kiya, hooks lagaye. Maine kameez ke buttons bandhe, salwar theek ki. Panty abhi bhi side mein thi, jaldi se theek ki. Dono kaampte huye, saans control karte huye alag ho gaye. Usne dheere se kaha—

“Agli baar poora time dunga… aaj bas itna.”

Main jaldi se wahan se nikal gayi. Bahar aawaz wala shayad door chala gaya tha. Ghar jaate waqt meri chunchiyan abhi bhi uske choosne se sensitive thin, aur chut mein uski ungli ka feel abhi bhi yaad aa raha tha—pehli baar, bahot garam, tight, aur sticky.


Do din baad college se wapas aa rahi thi. Uniform pehna hua—tight white shirt, navy-blue skirt. Rasta pe wahi buddha khada mila. Uske chehre pe wohi bhookhi muskaan thi. Bina zyada kuch bole usne mera haath pakad liya aur seedha usi purane, khaali makan ki taraf le gaya. Darwaza band kiya, kamre mein le gaya jahan purani charpai thi.

Aaj uska irada clear tha. Usne mujhe charpai par lita diya. Pehle white shirt ke buttons ek-ek karke khole. Bra ke straps neeche kiye, hooks khole, aur bra bilkul hata diya. Meri soft, bhaari chunchiyan azaad ho gayin. Usne turant muh laga diya—is baar bilkul bina kapdon ke, seedha nangi chhati par.

Uske garam, geele lips mere ek boob ko pure tarike se pakad kar choosne lage. Jeebh se nipple ko gol-gol ragda, daanton se halka kaata, pure soft flesh ko muh mein dabocha aur zor se piya. Doosri chunchi ko haath se masalte huye. Main siskari nikalne lagi. Uske thook se meri chunchiyan chamakne lagi, nipples fully hard. Wo baari-baari se dono ko chaat raha tha, choos raha tha, jeebh se pure soft mounds ko lick kar raha tha. Kabhi nipple ko muh mein leke kheenchta, kabhi pure boob ko daboch kar choosta. Meri chhati ab uske muh se geeli aur laal si thi.

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Phir usne neeche kaam shuru kiya. Skirt ko upar uthaya, panty ko dheere-dheere neeche kheench diya. Meri chut ab bilkul nangi thi. Usne mere mote thighs ko alag kiya aur jhuk gaya. Pehli baar kisi mard ki jeebh meri nangi chut par padi.

Usne pehle outer lips ko jeebh se chaata—dheere-dheere, upar se neeche. Phir beech ki slit ko khola aur seedha andar jeebh daal di. Garam, geeli, kathor jeebh meri soft, sticky deewaron ko lick karne lagi. Clit par usne special dhyan diya—gol-gol ghumaya, choosa, daanton se halka kaata. Main zor se kaanp uthi. Bahot intense tha. Uske thook se meri chut aur geeli ho gayi. Wo jeebh andar-bahar kar raha tha, kabhi clit choos raha tha, kabhi pure slit ko upar se neeche chaat raha tha. Uske kathor haath mere thighs ko pakde huye the, taaki main band na kar sakun.

Upar se usne ek haath meri chunchi par rakha hua tha, masalte huye. Neeche uski jeebh meri nangi chut ko chaat rahi thi, choos rahi thi. Main pehli baar itna naked feel kar rahi thi—chhati bilkul nangi uske muh mein, chut bilkul nangi uski jeebh par. Mera sharir garam ho raha tha, saans tez, siskariyan nikal rahi thin. Uske chaatne se meri chut aur sticky, aur sensitive ho gayi. Kabhi-kabhi wo jeebh ko deep andar tak le jaata, phir nikaal kar clit par focus karta.

Kuch der tak yahi chalta raha. Meri chunchiyan uske thook se chamakti hui, nipples bitten aur red. Neeche meri chut uski jeebh se bilkul geeli, swollen, aur kaamp rahi thi. Main charpai par leti hui, uniform ka upar ka hissa khula, skirt upar, panty side mein, aur buddha meri nangi chhati aur nangi chut ko chaat raha tha jaise koi bhookha ho.

Jab usne face uthaya to uske lips aur chin mere juices se geele the. Usne kaha—

“Aaj poori tarah chaat liya… agle baar aur deep jaunga.”

Usne bra wapas lagayi, shirt ke buttons bandhe, panty theek ki, skirt neeche kiya. Main kaampte huye, geeli chut aur sensitive chunchiyon ke saath wahan se nikal gayi. pehli baar itna direct, itna geela, itna intense. Main ghar jaate waqt bhi uski jeebh ka feel apni nangi chut par feel kar rahi thi.


Kai din ho gaye the buddha gayab tha. college jaana-aana, rasta, purana makan… sab jagah uski rah dekhti thi. Bechaini badhti ja rahi thi. Raat ko akele leti to yaad aata tha uske kathor haath ka chhati masalna, kapdon ke upar se choosna, nangi chunchiyan peena, aur jeebh se chut chaatna. Dheere-dheere woh feel achha lagne laga tha. Kabhi-kabhi khud hi apni chhati ko uske jaisa dabaati, masalti, ragadti… neeche panty geeli ho jaati thi. Koi chhati masle, ragde… aisa sochkar hi sharir mein garmi si fail jaati thi. Uske sparsh ki aadat si pad gayi thi.

Phir ek din college se wapas aate waqt wahi buddha mil gaya. Uske chehre pe muskaan thi, jaise jaanta ho ki main uski rah dekh rahi thi. Bina kuch zyada bole usne mera haath pakad liya aur seedha usi purane makan mein le gaya. Darwaza band kiya, kamre mein charpai par bithaya.

Aaj uska irada alag tha. Usne pehle meri shirt ke buttons khole, bra hataayi, meri soft chunchiyon ko thoda masla, choosa… jaise pehle. Main siskari nikalne lagi, bechaini thodi kam hui. Phir usne apna dhothi ka naada khola. Uske andar se uska lund nikal aaya.

Main pehli baar dekh rahi thi. Buddha tha, lekin uska lund mota, lambe-sa, thoda sa jhuka hua, aur poora khada tha. Upar se nasein dikh rahi thin, sir bada aur laal-sa. Neeche bal thode se safed. Main aankhein phaad kar dekh rahi thi—pehli baar kisi mard ka yeh hissa itne kareeb.

Usne mera haath pakad kar seedha uske lund par rakh diya. “Pakad… pehli baar dekh rahi hogi… ab haath se feel kar…”

Mera haath uske garam, kathor lund par pada. Soft skin ke neeche hard tha, garam, aur thoda sa pulse kar raha tha. Usne mera haath apne lund par ghumaya—upar se neeche, neeche se upar. Main pehli baar kisi mard ke lund ko haath mein pakde huye thi. Mota, bhaari, aur mere chhote haath mein pura fit nahi ho raha tha. Usne meri ungliyon ko uske sir ke aas-paas ghumaya, phir pure shaft ko pakad kar upar-neeche move karne ko kaha.

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Main dheere-dheere move karne lagi. Uske lund se ek sticky sa liquid nikal raha tha jo meri ungliyon par chipak raha tha. Usne mera doosra haath bhi le liya aur dono haathon se apne lund ko masalne ko kaha. Main kaamp rahi thi, lekin uska garam, hard feel meri hatheli mein tha. Kabhi-kabhi wo mera haath zor se press karta, taaki main aur tight pakdun. Uske muh se siskariyan nikal rahi thin.

Upar se usne ek haath se meri nangi chunchi masalni shuru kar di. Neeche mera haath uske lund ko upar-neeche kar raha tha. Pehli baar dekhna, pehli baar haath mein lena… uska mota, garam, naseela lund meri soft hatheli mein. Main dekh rahi thi kaise mera haath uske upar move kar raha hai, kaise uska sir meri ungliyon ke beech se nikal raha hai.

Kuch der tak yahi chalta raha. Usne mera haath apne lund par tezi se move karwaya, kabhi slow, kabhi fast. Meri chunchiyan uske doosre haath se dabayi ja rahi thin. Main pehli baar kisi mard ke lund ko itne kareeb se dekh aur feel kar rahi thi—uski garmi, uski hardness, uski sticky top.

Jab usne haath chhoda to mera haath abhi bhi uske lund ki garmi se garam tha, sticky tha. Usne kaha—

“Aaj bas haath mein diya… agle baar aur kuch karunga.”

Usne apna lund wapas dhothi mein daala, meri bra lagayi, shirt bandhi. Main kaampte huye, haath mein uske lund ka feel liye huye wahan se nikal gayi. Kai din ki bechaini ke baad aaj… uska lund pehli baar dekhna aur apne haath mein lena…


Us din purane makan se nikalte waqt buddhe ne mera haath pakad kar kaha tha—

“Lagta hai aag dono taraf bhadak gayi hai… tujhe bhi bechaini ho rahi hai, mujhe bhi. Ab aise chhup-chhup ke nahi. Kahi aise milna chahiye jahan kisi baat ka dar na ho… poora time, poori azaadi.”

Main chup rahi, lekin uski baat sunkar dil zor se dhadka. Uske lund ka feel abhi bhi meri hatheli mein tha. Main jaanti thi ki ab aur aage badhna hai.

Do din baad Sunday aaya. Gharwale sab bahar prasang mein jaane wale the—kisi rishtedaar ke yahan. Subah se hi ghar mein tayyari chal rahi thi. Maa-baap, bhai, sab nikal gaye. Ghar bilkul khaali. Main akele thi.

Subah hi maine usko message bhej diya tha (usne pehle apna number de diya tha). “Aaj ghar khaali hai… aa jao.”

Usne jaldi se reply kiya—“Aa raha hoon.”

Uske aane se pehle main taiyar hone lagi. Pehle nahaayi, body ko soft banaya. Phir kapde chune. Aaj college uniform nahi. Ek simple white cotton ka kameez pehna, jo thoda transparent sa tha, neeche black bra clearly dikhti thi. Neeche soft pink panty, uske upar loose salwar. Baal khule chhod diye, thoda sa lipstick lagaaya. Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar apni chhati ko dekha—bra ke cups mein soft, bhaari. Neeche panty ke andar chut abhi bhi uski jeebh aur ungli ke yaad se thodi sensitive thi.

Main soch rahi thi… aaj ghar mein, kisi ke dar ke bina. Uske kathor haath, uska muh, uska lund… aaj time poora hai. Bechaini badh rahi thi. Kabhi window se jhaankti, kabhi door ke paas jaati. Dil dhadak raha tha.

Tabhi derwaze par halki si dastak hui. Main darwaza khola. Buddha khada tha—saaf kurta-dhothi pehne, chehre pe wohi bhookhi muskaan. Usne andar aate hi darwaza band kiya aur mera haath pakad liya.

“Aaj poora ghar khaali… ab kisi baat ka dar nahi. Tu taiyar dikh rahi hai…”

Uske nazar ne meri transparent kameez ke through black bra aur soft chunchiyon ko dekh liya. Phir neeche. Main thoda sa laal ho gayi, lekin andar se garmi fail rahi thi. Usne mujhe apne kareeb khincha aur meri chhati par haath rakh diya—kapdon ke upar se.

“Chal… aaj dheere-dheere sab karenge. Time poora hai.”

Main uske peeche-peeche apne kamre mein le gayi. Darwaza band kiya. Aaj pehli baar ghar mein, akele, kisi ke dar ke bina. Uske aane se pehle ki bechaini, uske liye taiyari, transparent kapde, khule baal… sab uske liye tha. Aag dono taraf bhadak chuki thi, aur aaj us aag ko poori tarike se milne ka mauka tha.