03-08-2026, 07:16 PM
Shanta bai ne aakhiri baar meri taraf dekha, aankh maari, aur dheere se boli,
“Accha bhauji… aap dono khaana khao. Main chalti hoon. Raat ko kisi ka ‘official’ kaam nahi rukna chahiye… aur na hi kisi dusre ka khayal.”
Woh haste hue kitchen se nikal gayi. Darwaza band hote hi ghar mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi chha gayi.
Main plates laga rahi thi. Sunny table pe baith gaya. Usne meri taraf dekha aur muskuraya.
“Aaj tu kaafi chup hai. Tour ke stress ne tujhe bhi touch kar liya kya?”
Maine plate uske saamne rakhte hue kaha,
“Nahi… bas thaki hui hoon. Kha lo.”
Hum dono khane lage. Sunny baatein karta raha — office ke naye projects, client ke strange demands, London ki thand. Main “hmm” “haan” karti rahi.
Mere mann mein har pal:
Yeh meri normal zindagi hai. Mera pati mere saamne baitha hai, khana kha raha hai, mujhse baat kar raha hai. Lekin main uski baatein sun nahi pa rahi. Mera dimaag baar-baar usi ke paas ja raha hai. Uske haath, uski awaaz, uska lund jo kal meri chut mein tha… sab yaad aa raha hai. Main kitni gandi hoon jo apne pati ke saamne baith ke kisi aur ko soch rahi hoon.
Khana khatam hua. Main plates uthane lagi toh Sunny ne mera haath pakad liya.
“Chhod. Baad mein kar lena. Aaj tu mere paas aa.”
Woh mujhe bedroom mein le gaya. Light dim thi. Usne mujhe bed pe bithaya aur khud mere saamne khada ho gaya. Usne apna shirt utara. Main uska body dekh rahi thi… lekin aankhein kisi aur ko dhoondh rahi thin.
Sunny ne mera chehra apne haathon mein liya.
“Itne din baad tujhe chhoone ka mann kar raha tha.”
Usne mujhe kiss kiya. Soft, familiar. Main ne bhi kiss return kiya, lekin andar se main kahin aur thi.
Mere mann mein:
Yeh kiss… Sunny ki kiss. Lekin mujhe uski yaad aa rahi hai jo kal mere honthon pe thi. Jo thodi rough thi, jo possessiveness se bhari thi. Main kyun compare kar rahi hoon? Main kyun uska soft kiss yaad karke is kiss ko kam feel kar rahi hoon?
Sunny ne mera kurta utarna shuru kiya. Main ne uski madad ki. Usne mera bra khola, mere boobs ko apne haathon mein liya aur sehlane laga. Uske honth mere neck pe the.
“Tu kitni soft hai Ruhi…” usne dheere se kaha.
Main ne aankhein band kar liin.
Mere mann mein:
Soft… yahi lafz kal bhi suna tha. Ramu jee ne bhi yahi kaha tha. “Itni soft hai tu.” Ab Sunny bhi keh raha hai. Lekin dono ke kehne mein farak hai. Sunny pyaar se kehta hai. Woh… ownership se kehta tha.
Sunny ne mujhe bed pe lita diya. Usne mera panty nikal diya. Uske haath meri chut pe aa gaye. Woh sehlane laga.
“Geeli ho… meri biwi.”
Maine soft awaaz mein kaha, “Haan…”
Lekin sach yeh tha ke main uske haath se nahi, kisi aur ki yaad se geeli thi.
Sunny ne apna lund bahar nikal a. Woh mere upar aa gaya. Usne dheere se andar enter kiya. Main ne saans li.
Woh dhakke maarne laga. Normal, rhythm mein, pyaar bhare. Uske honth mere gaal pe, mere lips pe the. Woh bol raha tha,
“Miss kiya tujhe… bahut.”
Main ne uske peeth pe haath rakha. Uske dhakke sehti rahi.
Mere mann mein har dhakke ke saath:
Yeh Sunny hai. Mera pati. Jo mujhe pyaar se chhod raha hai. Lekin main uske neeche leti hui bhi usi ko soch rahi hoon. Uske rough dhakke yaad aa rahe hain. Jo kal itne gehre the ke meri saans atak jaati thi. Jo mera baal pakad ke mujhe jhukate the. Jo mujhe bolte the “bol ke tera pati aise nahi chodta”. Aur main boli thi. Ab wahi pati mujhe chod raha hai… aur main uske saamne jhoot ki zindagi jee rahi hoon.
Sunny ke dhakke tez ho rahe the. Woh haanph raha tha.
“Ruhi… main… main aa raha hoon…”
Usne gehra dhakka maara aur mere andar cum kar diya. Main ne bhi soft si awaaz nikaali, bas isliye kyunki usse sunai de.
Woh mere upar se hat ke side mein let gaya. Saans control karte hue usne mera haath pakda.
“Bahut thak gaya hoon aaj… jet lag + yeh… ab so jaata hoon.”
Usne mujhe ek kiss di aur do minute mein uski saans bhaari ho gayi. Woh so gaya.
Main uske bagal mein leti rahi. Andhera tha. Uske cum mere thighs ke beech se beh raha tha.
Lekin mera dimaag bilkul jaag raha tha.
Mere andar ab jo chal raha tha:
Sunny so gaya. Mere pati. Jo abhi mujhe pyar se chhod ke thak ke soya hai. Uske cum abhi bhi mere andar hain. Lekin main geeli ho rahi hoon… uske liye nahi.
Main Ramu jee ke lund ko soch rahi hoon. Jo kal itna hard tha. Jo meri chut ko itna gehra bhar deta tha ke mujhe lagta tha main fat jaungi. Uske dhakke… jo bed hilate the. Uski awaaz… jo mere kaan mein padti thi “tu meri hai”. Uske haath jo mere boobs ko kas ke masalte the.
Main apne pati ke bagal mein leti hui, uske cum liye hue, kisi aur ke lund ko yaad karke geeli ho rahi hoon. Main apne haath se apni chut pe haath le jaana chahti hoon… lekin nahi le jaa pa rahi. Kyunki guilt itna bhaari hai.
Main kya ban gayi hoon? Ek aisi aurat jo apne pati se chudwane ke baad bhi kisi aur ko sochti hai. Jo uske soye hue shareer ke bagal mein let ke uski chudai ko replay kar rahi hai. Jo soch rahi hai ke kaash abhi Ramu jee yahan hote… kaash woh phir se mujhe apne neeche le leta… kaash woh phir se mujhe bolta ke main uski hoon.
Guilt mujhe kha raha hai. Main Sunny ke saath dhoka kar rahi hoon. Har saans ke saath. Har soch ke saath. Lekin is guilt ke neeche ek aur cheez hai… jo mujhe aur dara rahi hai. Ek aisi bhukh jo ab bhi meri chut mein mehsoos ho rahi hai. Jo keh rahi hai ke jo mila tha kal… woh kaafi nahi tha.
Main Ruhi Singh nahi rahi. Main us raat ke baad badal chuki hoon. Aur ab, apne pati ke bagal mein leti hui, uske cum ke saath, main kisi aur ke lund ko yaad karke apni geeli chut ko mehsoos kar rahi hoon.
Main ne aankhein band kar liin.
Sunny ki bhaari saans meri kaan mein pad rahi thi.
Aur mere dimaag mein sirf ek hi awaaz ghoom rahi thi —
Ramu jee ki.
“Accha bhauji… aap dono khaana khao. Main chalti hoon. Raat ko kisi ka ‘official’ kaam nahi rukna chahiye… aur na hi kisi dusre ka khayal.”
Woh haste hue kitchen se nikal gayi. Darwaza band hote hi ghar mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi chha gayi.
Main plates laga rahi thi. Sunny table pe baith gaya. Usne meri taraf dekha aur muskuraya.
“Aaj tu kaafi chup hai. Tour ke stress ne tujhe bhi touch kar liya kya?”
Maine plate uske saamne rakhte hue kaha,
“Nahi… bas thaki hui hoon. Kha lo.”
Hum dono khane lage. Sunny baatein karta raha — office ke naye projects, client ke strange demands, London ki thand. Main “hmm” “haan” karti rahi.
Mere mann mein har pal:
Yeh meri normal zindagi hai. Mera pati mere saamne baitha hai, khana kha raha hai, mujhse baat kar raha hai. Lekin main uski baatein sun nahi pa rahi. Mera dimaag baar-baar usi ke paas ja raha hai. Uske haath, uski awaaz, uska lund jo kal meri chut mein tha… sab yaad aa raha hai. Main kitni gandi hoon jo apne pati ke saamne baith ke kisi aur ko soch rahi hoon.
Khana khatam hua. Main plates uthane lagi toh Sunny ne mera haath pakad liya.
“Chhod. Baad mein kar lena. Aaj tu mere paas aa.”
Woh mujhe bedroom mein le gaya. Light dim thi. Usne mujhe bed pe bithaya aur khud mere saamne khada ho gaya. Usne apna shirt utara. Main uska body dekh rahi thi… lekin aankhein kisi aur ko dhoondh rahi thin.
Sunny ne mera chehra apne haathon mein liya.
“Itne din baad tujhe chhoone ka mann kar raha tha.”
Usne mujhe kiss kiya. Soft, familiar. Main ne bhi kiss return kiya, lekin andar se main kahin aur thi.
Mere mann mein:
Yeh kiss… Sunny ki kiss. Lekin mujhe uski yaad aa rahi hai jo kal mere honthon pe thi. Jo thodi rough thi, jo possessiveness se bhari thi. Main kyun compare kar rahi hoon? Main kyun uska soft kiss yaad karke is kiss ko kam feel kar rahi hoon?
Sunny ne mera kurta utarna shuru kiya. Main ne uski madad ki. Usne mera bra khola, mere boobs ko apne haathon mein liya aur sehlane laga. Uske honth mere neck pe the.
“Tu kitni soft hai Ruhi…” usne dheere se kaha.
Main ne aankhein band kar liin.
Mere mann mein:
Soft… yahi lafz kal bhi suna tha. Ramu jee ne bhi yahi kaha tha. “Itni soft hai tu.” Ab Sunny bhi keh raha hai. Lekin dono ke kehne mein farak hai. Sunny pyaar se kehta hai. Woh… ownership se kehta tha.
Sunny ne mujhe bed pe lita diya. Usne mera panty nikal diya. Uske haath meri chut pe aa gaye. Woh sehlane laga.
“Geeli ho… meri biwi.”
Maine soft awaaz mein kaha, “Haan…”
Lekin sach yeh tha ke main uske haath se nahi, kisi aur ki yaad se geeli thi.
Sunny ne apna lund bahar nikal a. Woh mere upar aa gaya. Usne dheere se andar enter kiya. Main ne saans li.
Woh dhakke maarne laga. Normal, rhythm mein, pyaar bhare. Uske honth mere gaal pe, mere lips pe the. Woh bol raha tha,
“Miss kiya tujhe… bahut.”
Main ne uske peeth pe haath rakha. Uske dhakke sehti rahi.
Mere mann mein har dhakke ke saath:
Yeh Sunny hai. Mera pati. Jo mujhe pyaar se chhod raha hai. Lekin main uske neeche leti hui bhi usi ko soch rahi hoon. Uske rough dhakke yaad aa rahe hain. Jo kal itne gehre the ke meri saans atak jaati thi. Jo mera baal pakad ke mujhe jhukate the. Jo mujhe bolte the “bol ke tera pati aise nahi chodta”. Aur main boli thi. Ab wahi pati mujhe chod raha hai… aur main uske saamne jhoot ki zindagi jee rahi hoon.
Sunny ke dhakke tez ho rahe the. Woh haanph raha tha.
“Ruhi… main… main aa raha hoon…”
Usne gehra dhakka maara aur mere andar cum kar diya. Main ne bhi soft si awaaz nikaali, bas isliye kyunki usse sunai de.
Woh mere upar se hat ke side mein let gaya. Saans control karte hue usne mera haath pakda.
“Bahut thak gaya hoon aaj… jet lag + yeh… ab so jaata hoon.”
Usne mujhe ek kiss di aur do minute mein uski saans bhaari ho gayi. Woh so gaya.
Main uske bagal mein leti rahi. Andhera tha. Uske cum mere thighs ke beech se beh raha tha.
Lekin mera dimaag bilkul jaag raha tha.
Mere andar ab jo chal raha tha:
Sunny so gaya. Mere pati. Jo abhi mujhe pyar se chhod ke thak ke soya hai. Uske cum abhi bhi mere andar hain. Lekin main geeli ho rahi hoon… uske liye nahi.
Main Ramu jee ke lund ko soch rahi hoon. Jo kal itna hard tha. Jo meri chut ko itna gehra bhar deta tha ke mujhe lagta tha main fat jaungi. Uske dhakke… jo bed hilate the. Uski awaaz… jo mere kaan mein padti thi “tu meri hai”. Uske haath jo mere boobs ko kas ke masalte the.
Main apne pati ke bagal mein leti hui, uske cum liye hue, kisi aur ke lund ko yaad karke geeli ho rahi hoon. Main apne haath se apni chut pe haath le jaana chahti hoon… lekin nahi le jaa pa rahi. Kyunki guilt itna bhaari hai.
Main kya ban gayi hoon? Ek aisi aurat jo apne pati se chudwane ke baad bhi kisi aur ko sochti hai. Jo uske soye hue shareer ke bagal mein let ke uski chudai ko replay kar rahi hai. Jo soch rahi hai ke kaash abhi Ramu jee yahan hote… kaash woh phir se mujhe apne neeche le leta… kaash woh phir se mujhe bolta ke main uski hoon.
Guilt mujhe kha raha hai. Main Sunny ke saath dhoka kar rahi hoon. Har saans ke saath. Har soch ke saath. Lekin is guilt ke neeche ek aur cheez hai… jo mujhe aur dara rahi hai. Ek aisi bhukh jo ab bhi meri chut mein mehsoos ho rahi hai. Jo keh rahi hai ke jo mila tha kal… woh kaafi nahi tha.
Main Ruhi Singh nahi rahi. Main us raat ke baad badal chuki hoon. Aur ab, apne pati ke bagal mein leti hui, uske cum ke saath, main kisi aur ke lund ko yaad karke apni geeli chut ko mehsoos kar rahi hoon.
Main ne aankhein band kar liin.
Sunny ki bhaari saans meri kaan mein pad rahi thi.
Aur mere dimaag mein sirf ek hi awaaz ghoom rahi thi —
Ramu jee ki.
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