10-08-2026, 01:41 PM
NEW UPDET
Sunday wale din ke baad main har raat us scene ko yaad karke so rahi thi. Meri chut ab bhi thodi sujni hui thi, andar uska cum ka ehsaas baar-baar yaad aa raha tha. Lekin main ne dil ko tasalli di – job mil jayegi, ghar chalegi, sab theek ho jayega.
Agle hafte Monday subah main college pahunchi. Naye kapde pehen ke, certificates leke. Office mein clerk ne mujhe dekhte hi kaha, “Madam, trustee saheb bula rahe hain.”
Main andar gayi. Woh wahi kursi pe baitha tha, newspaper padhte hue. Mujhe dekhte hi usne newspaper side rakh diya aur muskuraaya – lekin us muskurahat mein pehle jaisi bhookh nahi, ab ek tarah ki beparwahi thi.
Trustee: “Aa gayi? Baith.”
Main baithi. Dil tez dhadak raha tha.
Main: “Sir, aapne kaha tha job mil jayegi. Appointment letter…”
Usne mera munh dekhte hue seedha kaha,
Trustee: “Job? Kaunsi job, Anita? Tumhara sharir use kar liya maine. Jo chahiye tha woh mil gaya. Ab job kesi?”
Main jaise bijli se chauk gayi. Meri awaaz kaamp uthi.
Main: “Sir… aapne promise kiya tha. Ek baar ke baad job… aapne kaha tha written bhi doge…”
Trustee (hans te hue): “Promise? Woh sirf tumhe bed pe litane ke liye tha. Ab jab tumhari chut ki malaai le li, tight kunwari chut faad li, to ab tumhe teacher bana ke college mein rakhunga? Bacche kya seekhenge tumse? Nahi beta, job nahi milegi.”
Main: “Yeh dhokha hai… main ghar ki majboori se maan gayi thi… aapne…”
Trustee: “Majboori teri thi, faida mera. Ab ro mat yahan. Bahar nikal. Agar shor machaya to main bol dunga tu khud offer karke aayi thi. Teri 34 size ki body dekh ke kaun matega?”
Main uth khadi hui. Aankhon mein aansu the, lekin main ne girne nahi diye. Office se bahar nikli. Paon kaamp rahe the. Auto mein baithte hue meri mutthi bhi ichi hui thi. Jo cheez main ne apne husband ke liye sambhali thi, usne loot li… aur ab job bhi nahi di.
Ghar pahunchi to mummy ne poocha, “Job pakki?”
Main ne bas itna kaha, “Nahi mili.” Aur seedha room mein jaake munh daba ke ro padi.
Uske do-teen din baad ghar mein ek naya moop aaya. Papa ke ek purane jaan-pehchaan wale ne rishta laaya. Bahut bade ghar se. Ladke ka naam Rohan tha. Uske papa ka bada business tha – steel ka factory, do-teen farmhouse, sheher mein kothi. Ladka khud London se padh ke aaya tha, 28 saal ka.
Rishta laane wale uncle ne papa se kaha,
Uncle: “Bhai saheb, aapki beti Anita… uski photo dekh ke un logon ko pasand aa gayi. Ladka seedha-saadha hai, khandaan bahut achha hai. Ladki dekhne aayenge kal. Agar baat pakki hui to dahej ki koi baat nahi, balki woh log hi Anita ko sab denge.”
Papa-mummy ki aankhon mein ek nayi ummeed jag gayi. Ghar ki garibi, papa ka udhaar, mummy ki beemari – sab ke saamne yeh rishta ek naya rasta lag raha tha.
Shaam ko mummy mere room mein aayi. Mere baal sehlaate hue boli,
Mummy: “Anita… beta, soch le. Itna bada ghar… hamesha ke liye garibi se chhutkara. Tera future set. Hum bhi sukoon se jee lenge.”
Main chup thi. Andar se woh trustee wala dhokha ab bhi jal raha tha. Meri chut mein ab bhi uska ehsaas tha. Main soch rahi thi – pehle sharir loot liya, ab koi aur rishta le ke aa raha hai.
Papa bhi aaye. Unhone mera haath pakad ke kaha,
Papa: “Beti, main jaanta hoon tu padhi-likhi hai, khud khadi hona chahti hai. Lekin is waqt ghar ki halat dekh. Agar yeh rishta pakka ho gaya to tera bhai bhi padh payega, teri mummy ki dawai chalegi. Inkaar mat kar.”
Raat bhar main sochti rahi. Meri 34 size ki body, meri badi hips, meri wo chut jo ab kunwari nahi rahi… sab soch ke rona aa raha tha. Lekin subah jab uthi to maine faisla kar liya tha.
Subah mummy-papa ke saamne main ne kaha,
Main: “Theek hai. Main haan karti hoon. Rishta dekh lo. Agar ladka aur uska khandaan theek lage to… main tayyar hoon.”
Mummy ne mujhe pakad liya. Unki aankhon mein aansu the.
Mummy: “Sach, beta? Tu sure hai?”
Main: “Haan, mummy. Garibi aur jee nahi sakte. Jo hona tha ho gaya… ab aage dekhna hai.”
Us din shaam ko ladke wale aaye. Badi gaadiyan, sevak, gift. Rohan khud bhi aaya – seedha, saaf-suthra, thoda sharmaaya hua. Usne meri taraf dekh ke bas ek baar muskuraaya. Baatein hui, chai-paani hua. Unki mummy ne mera haath pakad ke kaha,
Unki Mummy: “Beta, tumhe dekh ke bohot sukoon mila. Hamara ghar tumhara hi hai ab.”
Jab woh log chale gaye to ghar mein khushi ka mahaul tha. Papa ne pehli baar itna muskuraaya.
Lekin raat ko jab main akele bed pe leti, to meri aankhon ke saamne woh farmhouse wala scene ghoomne laga. Trustee ka lund, meri siskiyan, uska cum… aur ab yeh naya rishta. Main ne apne aap se kaha – jo cheez main ne kisi apne ke liye rakh thi, woh to lut chuki. Ab yeh naya ghar, yeh naya aadmi… shayad yahi meri kismet hai.
Andar se ek khali-pan tha. Lekin main ne haan bol diya tha. Garibi ke chalte, ghar ki majboori ke chalte… main ne woh rishta swikar kar liya tha. Ab bas shaadi ka wait tha… aur uske baad ek nayi zindagi ka, jisme shayad main apne us pehle anubhav ko chhupa ke rakh paaun.
Shaadi ka din aa hi gaya. Subah se leke shaam tak pheron, vidai, rona-dhona… sab hua. Main laal lehenga pehne hue, solah shringar kiye hue, Rohan ke saath uski badi kothi mein pahunchi. Naya ghar, naya kamra, naya bed… suhag raat ka bed.
Raat ke 11 baj chuke the. Ghar ke log dheere-dheere so gaye. Hum dono apne naye bedroom mein the. Kamra phoolon se saza tha, bed pe gulab ki pankhudiyan bichhi thin. Rohan thoda sharma raha tha. Main bhi.
Rohan (dheere se): “Anita… thak to nahi gayi? Agar tum chaho to aaj… bas so jayein.”
Main ne uski taraf dekha. Uske chehre pe sharm aur utsukta dono thi. Main ne muskura ke kaha,
Main: “Nahi… aaj to… hona hi chahiye. Hum husband-wife hain ab.”
Usne dheere se mera haath pakda. Phir mujhe bed pe bithaya. Main lehenga mein baithi thi. Usne pehle mera ghunghat hataya. Phir mere maang mein sindoor dekhte hue muskuraaya.
Rohan: “Kitni sundar lag rahi ho… main haath lagane se bhi darta hoon.”
Usne pehle mere pairon se payal kholi. Phir dheere-dheere mere lehenga ki nadi kholne laga. Lehenga girte hi main petticoat mein reh gayi. Usne petticoat bhi neeche utaar diya. Ab main sirf blouse aur deep red bra-panty mein thi.
Rohan ki saansein tez ho gayi. Usne mera blouse ke button khole. Blouse utarte hi mere 34 size ke boobs bra mein ubhar aaye. Usne bra ka hook peeche se khola. Bra girte hi mere bade, gool boobs free ho gaye. Nipples thande se khade the.
Rohan (haath ferte hue): “Anita… yeh… itne bade… main pehli baar dekh raha hoon.”
Usne dono haathon se mere boobs pakde, dheere-dheere dabaya. Main ne halki siski li – “Ahh…”
Phir usne mujhe litaya. Mere panty ke nade ko pakad ke dheere-dheere neeche khincha. Panty nikalte hi main bilkul nangi thi uske saamne. Gulab ki pankhudiyan meri nangi body pe chipak rahi thin.
Rohan khud bhi kapde utarne laga. Shirt, pant, underwear… jab woh nanga hua to main ne uska lund dekha.
Bahut chhota tha.
Mota bhi nahi, lamba bhi nahi. Bas 3-4 inch ka, patla sa. Upar se thoda tedha. Dekhte hi mere dimag mein woh trustee wala lamba-mota lund yaad aa gaya. Uske saamne yeh bilkul baccha lag raha tha.
Rohan (sharmaate hue): “Anita… main… main pehli baar… thoda tension ho raha hai.”
Main ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas muskura diya. Usne mere upar aa ke mere boobs choosne shuru kiye. Dheere-dheere, jaise koi naya khilona mil gaya ho. Main ne uske baal sehlaye.
Main: “Dheere… ahh… haan… aise…”
Usne meri chut pe haath rakha. Ungli se upar-neeche ferne laga. Main thodi geeli to ho rahi thi, lekin uska haath trustee jaisa anubhav nahi de raha tha.
Rohan: “Tum… gili ho rahi ho… main andar daalu?”
Main: “Haan… daal do.”
Usne apna chhota lund meri chut ke ched pe rakha. Dhakka diya… andar chala gaya. Bilkul asani se. Koi dard nahi, koi stretch nahi. Jaise kuch gaya hi na ho.
Main andar se sochne lagi – yahi hai? Itna chhota…?
Rohan hilne laga. Ek dhakka… do… teen…
Rohan (saans phoolte hue): “Anita… ahh… kitni… garam… ho… ahhh…”
Char… paanch…
Uske chehre pe jo expression tha, jaise woh kisi badi race ke finish line pe ho.
Rohan: “Main… main nahi rok paunga… ahhh… nikal… raha… hai… ahhhh!”
Chhe dhakke bhi poore nahi hue the ki usne apna poora pani andar gira diya. Garam-garam liquid meri chut mein fail gaya, lekin itna kam ki main barely mehsoos kar paayi. Woh mere upar gir gaya, saansein lete hue.
Rohan: “Sorry… Anita… main… control nahi kar paya… pehli baar… tum itni… tight… lagi.”
Main ne uski peeth sehlayi. Bahar se toh main shaant thi, lekin andar…
Andar se ek ajeeb si khali-pan thi. Jo lund main ne pehli baar liya tha, woh isse kai guna bada aur lambe time tak chalne wala tha. Yahan… paanch-chhe dhakke… aur khatam.
Main: “Koi baat nahi… pehli baat hai… aage theek ho jayega.”
Rohan mere seene pe sir rakh ke so gaya. Main nangi padi thi. Meri chut se uska thoda sa cum bahar nikal raha tha. 34 size ke boobs pe uske thook ke nishan the. Lekin andar koi gehra ehsaas nahi tha. Koi bhari siskiyan nahi, koi dard-maza ka mix nahi, koi lambi gehraai nahi.
Main ceiling dekh rahi thi. Shaadi ho gayi, suhag raat ho gayi, husband ne choda… lekin jo feeling chahiye thi, woh nahi mili. Jo cheez main ne kisi apne ke liye rakh thi, woh to pehle hi lut chuki thi… aur ab jo mila, woh itna chhota aur itni jaldi khatam hone wala nikla.
Us raat main der tak aankhen kholi rakh ke leti rahi. Rohan so raha tha. Main ne dheere se apna haath neeche le jaake apni chut touch ki. Ab bhi thodi geeli thi… lekin santushti nahi thi.
Shaadi ke doosre din subah uthi to body mein koi thakaan nahi thi. Kyunki pehli raat mein itna kuch hua hi nahi tha. Rohan abhi bhi so raha tha. Main bathroom gayi, nahaayi, phir wapas bed pe aa gayi.
Usne aankhen kholi to main nangi hi thi. Usne mujhe dekhte hi lund khada kar liya – wahi chhota sa, 3-4 inch ka.
Rohan: “Anita… aaj phir se…?”
Main: “Haan… aaj dheere try karte hain.”
Main ne uska lund haath mein liya. Itna chhota tha ki meri mutthi mein poora sama jaata tha. Main ne dheere-dheere upar-neeche sahlana shuru kiya.
Main: “Aise… soft… control karna, theek hai?”
Rohan: “Ahh… haan… teri haath… bahut soft… ahhh…”
Main tez-dhimi speed badalti rahi. Uske lund se pre-cum nikalne laga. Phir main ne munh mein le liya. Pehli baar kisi ka lund chusa. Woh chhota tha isliye asani se poora andar chala gaya. Main ne jeebh ghumayi, choosa, upar-neeche kiya.
Rohan (zor se saans lete hue): “Anita… ahhh… munh… nikal mat… ahhh… main… nahi rok paunga…”
Main ne munh se nikal ke kaha,
Main: “Rok… thoda control kar… abhi andar daalte hain.”
Lekin jab main uske upar baithi aur uska chhota lund apni chut mein daala, to woh sirf chaar-paanch dhakke de paya.
Rohan: “Ahhh… nikal… raha… hai… sorry… ahhhh!”
Phir se usne jaldi pani gira diya. Main uske upar baithi reh gayi. Chut mein thoda sa cum mehsoos hua, lekin koi gehraai nahi, koi lambi feeling nahi.
Main ne uske seene pe sir rakh diya.
Main: “Koi baat nahi… aadat pad jayegi.”
Lekin andar se main jaanti thi – yeh aadat nahi padne wali. Itna chhota lund aur itni jaldi khatam… trustee wala anubhav yaad aate hi main khali-khali feel karti.
Shaam ko marriage reception thi. Badi kothi ka lawn, lights, music, mehman. Main lehanga pehne hue, jewellery mein, Rohan ke saath stage pe baithi thi. Log aate-jaate, gift dete, photo khichwate.
Main has rahi thi, baatein kar rahi thi, lekin aankhen bheed mein ghum rahi thin. Tabhi… gate ki taraf nazar gayi.
Woh aa gaya.
Trustee.
Safed sherwani mein, gold chain, wahi aankhen. Mere pati ke khandaan ka koi rishtedar nikla shayad. Woh seedha hamari taraf badha. Mujhe dekhte hi uske chehre pe wohi purani muskuraahat aa gayi – wahi muskuraahat jo farmhouse mein thi.
Woh stage ke paas aaya. Rohan se haath milaya.
Trustee: “Rohan beta, bohot khoob. Shaadi mubarak. Ladki bhi… bohot sundar hai.”
Phir uski nazar meri taraf gayi. Meri aankhon mein aankhen daal ke bola,
Trustee: “Anita ji… shaadi mubarak. Aap toh… pehle bhi mil chuki hain mujhe, yaad hai?”
Mera dil ek dam zor se dhadka. Rohan ne poocha,
Rohan: “Aapko pehle se jaanti hain Anita?”
Main ne control kiya. Chehre pe soft smile laayi aur boli,
Main: “Haan… thoda sa. college ke admission ke time unse mulaqat hui thi.”
Trustee (tez nazar se meri 34 size ki chaati pe dekhte hue): “Haan… admission… aur thodi personal baat bhi hui thi. Anita ji bohot… capable hain. Body language se hi samajh aa jaata hai.”
Uske shabdon mein double meaning saaf tha. Main ne uski aankhon mein aankhen daal ke muskura diya – ek aisi muskaan jisme gussa, yaad, aur ek ajeeb sa raaz sab mila hua tha.
Main: “Ji… woh mulaqat… yaadgar thi.”
Trustee thoda jhuk ke mere kaan ke paas aaya, itna koi na sun sake,
Trustee (dheemi awaaz mein): “Kunwari chut ki yaad ab bhi taaza hai. Pati ka lund kaisa hai? Umeed hai itna bada nahi hoga jitna mera tha.”
Main ne chehra normal rakha, bas thoda aur muskura diya.
Main (bhi dheemi awaaz mein): “Aapki umeed sahi hai.”
Usne meri aankhon mein dekh ke ek baar phir muskuraaya, phir Rohan se baat karne laga. Main wahan baithi rahi. Lehanga ke neeche meri chut thodi geeli ho gayi thi – uski awaaz, uski yaad, uske shabd… sab milke.
Reception ke dauran woh baar-baar meri taraf dekhta raha. Main bhi kabhi-kabhi uski nazar se milati aur muskura deti. Log soch rahe the yeh normal guest hai, lekin hum dono jaante the beech mein kya raaz hai.
Raat ko jab reception khatam hua aur hum wapas bedroom mein aaye, to Rohan thak ke so gaya. Main bathroom mein khadi thi. Mirror ke saamne.
Aaj bhi uska chhota lund, jaldi pani girna, meri nakamyab koshish… aur us trustee ki muskaan.
Main ne apne 34 size ke boobs dabaye aur dheere se boli,
“Jo cheez kisi aur ne pehle loot li… woh ab kisi chhote lund se nahi bharni.”
Us raat main der tak jaagti rahi.
Shaadi ke baad ke pehle kuch hafte aise hi guzre. Rohan meri bohot care karta tha. Subah uthta to pehle meri taraf dekhta, baal sehlata, “Thik ho?” poochta. Nashta mere liye khud laata, raat ko mere pair dabata. Uske dil mein pyar tha, care tha… lekin jo cheez main body se chahti thi, woh usme nahi thi.
Ek raat phir se koshish hui. Usne mujhe nanga kiya, mere 34 size ke boobs choosne laga, meri chut mein ungli feri. Main thodi geeli ho gayi. Jab usne apna chhota lund andar daala to main ne uski kamar pakad li.
Main: “Aaj thoda der tak… try kar.”
Rohan hilne laga. Ek… do… teen dhakke…
Rohan: “Anita… ahhh… main… rok nahi paunga… nikal… raha… hai…”
Phir se paanch-chhe dhakkon mein usne pani gira diya. Is baar main ne uska munh pakad ke kaha,
Main: “Rohan… ek baar aur? Thoda rest karke?”
Woh mere seene pe sir rakh ke bola, awaaz mein sharm thi,
Rohan: “Nahi ho payega… main jaanta hoon. Mera… chhota hai. Aur doosri baar… uthata hi nahi. Doctor se bhi poocha tha pehle… normal hai meri body ke hisaab se. Sorry Anita… main tumhe poora nahi kar sakta.”
Us din pehli baar usne khud apni kami maan li. Main ne uske baal sehlaye, lekin andar se ek badi si khali jagah aur gehari ho gayi. Main adhuri reh gayi. Har raat wahi scene – chhota lund, jaldi khatam, aur meri chut bina kisi gehre sukoon ke reh jaati. Kabhi main bathroom mein jaake khud se kar leti, lekin woh feeling nahi aati thi jo ek baar farmhouse mein mili thi.
Phir dheere-dheere zindagi normal hone lagi. Rohan ka ghar itna bada tha ki ghar pe koi kaam nahi karna padta tha. Naukar-chaakar, cook, driver, sab tha. Main subah late uthti, nashta karti, TV dekhti, kabhi shopping, kabhi saas-sasur ke saath baith ke baatein. Bahar se dekhne wale kehte “kismet wali hai Anita… itna bada ghar, amir pati, koi tension nahi.” Lekin meri raatein ab bhi adhuri thin. Body ki pyaas bujhti nahi thi. 34 size ke boobs, badi hips, sab kuch tha… lekin unhe chuune wala koi aisa nahi tha jo unhe poora kar sake.
Mahine guzarte gaye. Ek din newspaper mein khabar aayi – “Sunrise Public college ke trustee Rajesh Khanna is saal municipal election ladenge. Unhone apna nomination paper daal diya hai. Local area mein unka asar badh raha hai.”
Main newspaper haath mein liye der tak dekhiti rahi. Uska photo – wahi chehra, wahi aankhen. Jisne meri majboori ka faida uthaya, meri kunwari chut looti, job ka wada karke dhokha diya… ab woh netaji banne ja raha tha. Logon ke beech bhashan dega, unke vote maangega, unka vishwas jeetega.
Us raat main so nahi paayi. Ceiling dekhte hue sochti rahi. Rohan paas mein so raha tha, uska haath meri kamar pe tha. Lekin meri soch kahin aur thi.
Main ne dheere se kaha apne aap se,
“Usne mera sharir use kiya. Meri majboori bechi. Ab woh politics mein aake logon ka bhi use karega. Main chup reh jaaun?”
Agle kuch din main sochti rahi. Ghar mein koi kaam nahi tha, time khali tha. Main local politics ke bare mein padhne lagi – newspaper, YouTube, purane election results. Dheere-dheere dimag mein ek plan banne laga.
Ek shaam main Rohan ke saamne baithi. Usne mera haath pakda.
Rohan: “Kuch soch rahi ho? Itni chup kyun rehti ho aajkal?”
Main ne seedha dekha uski aankhon mein.
Main: “Rohan… main election ladna chahti hoon. Us area se jahan woh trustee lad raha hai.”
Rohan chaukk gaya.
Rohan: “Election? Tum? Kyun? Woh toh… pehle college wala tha na? Kya hua?”
Main ne thodi der chup reh ke kaha,
Main: “Woh… pehle meri majboori ka faida uthaya tha. Ab main chup nahi baithungi. Main uske against khadi hongi. Badla nahi… lekin usko dikhana hai ki jisko usne sirf body samjha, woh ab uske saamne vote maangne khadi ho sakti hai.”
Rohan thodi der chup raha. Phir bola,
Rohan: “Agar tumhe karna hai… to main saath hoon. Paise ki koi kami nahi hogi. Lekin politics gandi hoti hai, Anita. Soch lo.”
Main ne uska haath mazbooti se pakda.
Main: “Soch liya. Main adhuri reh sakti hoon body se… lekin ab dil se nahi. Usne jo kiya, uska hisaab chahiye.”
Us raat se main tayyari mein lag gayi. Local issues padhne, logon se milne, apna naam banane. Ghar pe koi kaam nahi tha isliye poora time isme laga sakti thi. Rohan support karta, lekin meri raatein ab bhi waisi hi thin – adhuri. Chhota lund, jaldi khatam, aur meri chut ki pyaas.
Lekin ab meri aankhon mein ek naya junoon tha. Trustee election ladega… aur main bhi. Uske saamne khadi hokar, uski aankhon mein aankhen daal ke vote maangungi. Jo usne mera sharir se liya, main uska raajneetik future chhinne ki koshish karungi.
Zindagi bahar se normal chal rahi thi –
Sunday wale din ke baad main har raat us scene ko yaad karke so rahi thi. Meri chut ab bhi thodi sujni hui thi, andar uska cum ka ehsaas baar-baar yaad aa raha tha. Lekin main ne dil ko tasalli di – job mil jayegi, ghar chalegi, sab theek ho jayega.
Agle hafte Monday subah main college pahunchi. Naye kapde pehen ke, certificates leke. Office mein clerk ne mujhe dekhte hi kaha, “Madam, trustee saheb bula rahe hain.”
Main andar gayi. Woh wahi kursi pe baitha tha, newspaper padhte hue. Mujhe dekhte hi usne newspaper side rakh diya aur muskuraaya – lekin us muskurahat mein pehle jaisi bhookh nahi, ab ek tarah ki beparwahi thi.
Trustee: “Aa gayi? Baith.”
Main baithi. Dil tez dhadak raha tha.
Main: “Sir, aapne kaha tha job mil jayegi. Appointment letter…”
Usne mera munh dekhte hue seedha kaha,
Trustee: “Job? Kaunsi job, Anita? Tumhara sharir use kar liya maine. Jo chahiye tha woh mil gaya. Ab job kesi?”
Main jaise bijli se chauk gayi. Meri awaaz kaamp uthi.
Main: “Sir… aapne promise kiya tha. Ek baar ke baad job… aapne kaha tha written bhi doge…”
Trustee (hans te hue): “Promise? Woh sirf tumhe bed pe litane ke liye tha. Ab jab tumhari chut ki malaai le li, tight kunwari chut faad li, to ab tumhe teacher bana ke college mein rakhunga? Bacche kya seekhenge tumse? Nahi beta, job nahi milegi.”
Main: “Yeh dhokha hai… main ghar ki majboori se maan gayi thi… aapne…”
Trustee: “Majboori teri thi, faida mera. Ab ro mat yahan. Bahar nikal. Agar shor machaya to main bol dunga tu khud offer karke aayi thi. Teri 34 size ki body dekh ke kaun matega?”
Main uth khadi hui. Aankhon mein aansu the, lekin main ne girne nahi diye. Office se bahar nikli. Paon kaamp rahe the. Auto mein baithte hue meri mutthi bhi ichi hui thi. Jo cheez main ne apne husband ke liye sambhali thi, usne loot li… aur ab job bhi nahi di.
Ghar pahunchi to mummy ne poocha, “Job pakki?”
Main ne bas itna kaha, “Nahi mili.” Aur seedha room mein jaake munh daba ke ro padi.
Uske do-teen din baad ghar mein ek naya moop aaya. Papa ke ek purane jaan-pehchaan wale ne rishta laaya. Bahut bade ghar se. Ladke ka naam Rohan tha. Uske papa ka bada business tha – steel ka factory, do-teen farmhouse, sheher mein kothi. Ladka khud London se padh ke aaya tha, 28 saal ka.
Rishta laane wale uncle ne papa se kaha,
Uncle: “Bhai saheb, aapki beti Anita… uski photo dekh ke un logon ko pasand aa gayi. Ladka seedha-saadha hai, khandaan bahut achha hai. Ladki dekhne aayenge kal. Agar baat pakki hui to dahej ki koi baat nahi, balki woh log hi Anita ko sab denge.”
Papa-mummy ki aankhon mein ek nayi ummeed jag gayi. Ghar ki garibi, papa ka udhaar, mummy ki beemari – sab ke saamne yeh rishta ek naya rasta lag raha tha.
Shaam ko mummy mere room mein aayi. Mere baal sehlaate hue boli,
Mummy: “Anita… beta, soch le. Itna bada ghar… hamesha ke liye garibi se chhutkara. Tera future set. Hum bhi sukoon se jee lenge.”
Main chup thi. Andar se woh trustee wala dhokha ab bhi jal raha tha. Meri chut mein ab bhi uska ehsaas tha. Main soch rahi thi – pehle sharir loot liya, ab koi aur rishta le ke aa raha hai.
Papa bhi aaye. Unhone mera haath pakad ke kaha,
Papa: “Beti, main jaanta hoon tu padhi-likhi hai, khud khadi hona chahti hai. Lekin is waqt ghar ki halat dekh. Agar yeh rishta pakka ho gaya to tera bhai bhi padh payega, teri mummy ki dawai chalegi. Inkaar mat kar.”
Raat bhar main sochti rahi. Meri 34 size ki body, meri badi hips, meri wo chut jo ab kunwari nahi rahi… sab soch ke rona aa raha tha. Lekin subah jab uthi to maine faisla kar liya tha.
Subah mummy-papa ke saamne main ne kaha,
Main: “Theek hai. Main haan karti hoon. Rishta dekh lo. Agar ladka aur uska khandaan theek lage to… main tayyar hoon.”
Mummy ne mujhe pakad liya. Unki aankhon mein aansu the.
Mummy: “Sach, beta? Tu sure hai?”
Main: “Haan, mummy. Garibi aur jee nahi sakte. Jo hona tha ho gaya… ab aage dekhna hai.”
Us din shaam ko ladke wale aaye. Badi gaadiyan, sevak, gift. Rohan khud bhi aaya – seedha, saaf-suthra, thoda sharmaaya hua. Usne meri taraf dekh ke bas ek baar muskuraaya. Baatein hui, chai-paani hua. Unki mummy ne mera haath pakad ke kaha,
Unki Mummy: “Beta, tumhe dekh ke bohot sukoon mila. Hamara ghar tumhara hi hai ab.”
Jab woh log chale gaye to ghar mein khushi ka mahaul tha. Papa ne pehli baar itna muskuraaya.
Lekin raat ko jab main akele bed pe leti, to meri aankhon ke saamne woh farmhouse wala scene ghoomne laga. Trustee ka lund, meri siskiyan, uska cum… aur ab yeh naya rishta. Main ne apne aap se kaha – jo cheez main ne kisi apne ke liye rakh thi, woh to lut chuki. Ab yeh naya ghar, yeh naya aadmi… shayad yahi meri kismet hai.
Andar se ek khali-pan tha. Lekin main ne haan bol diya tha. Garibi ke chalte, ghar ki majboori ke chalte… main ne woh rishta swikar kar liya tha. Ab bas shaadi ka wait tha… aur uske baad ek nayi zindagi ka, jisme shayad main apne us pehle anubhav ko chhupa ke rakh paaun.
Shaadi ka din aa hi gaya. Subah se leke shaam tak pheron, vidai, rona-dhona… sab hua. Main laal lehenga pehne hue, solah shringar kiye hue, Rohan ke saath uski badi kothi mein pahunchi. Naya ghar, naya kamra, naya bed… suhag raat ka bed.
Raat ke 11 baj chuke the. Ghar ke log dheere-dheere so gaye. Hum dono apne naye bedroom mein the. Kamra phoolon se saza tha, bed pe gulab ki pankhudiyan bichhi thin. Rohan thoda sharma raha tha. Main bhi.
Rohan (dheere se): “Anita… thak to nahi gayi? Agar tum chaho to aaj… bas so jayein.”
Main ne uski taraf dekha. Uske chehre pe sharm aur utsukta dono thi. Main ne muskura ke kaha,
Main: “Nahi… aaj to… hona hi chahiye. Hum husband-wife hain ab.”
Usne dheere se mera haath pakda. Phir mujhe bed pe bithaya. Main lehenga mein baithi thi. Usne pehle mera ghunghat hataya. Phir mere maang mein sindoor dekhte hue muskuraaya.
Rohan: “Kitni sundar lag rahi ho… main haath lagane se bhi darta hoon.”
Usne pehle mere pairon se payal kholi. Phir dheere-dheere mere lehenga ki nadi kholne laga. Lehenga girte hi main petticoat mein reh gayi. Usne petticoat bhi neeche utaar diya. Ab main sirf blouse aur deep red bra-panty mein thi.
Rohan ki saansein tez ho gayi. Usne mera blouse ke button khole. Blouse utarte hi mere 34 size ke boobs bra mein ubhar aaye. Usne bra ka hook peeche se khola. Bra girte hi mere bade, gool boobs free ho gaye. Nipples thande se khade the.
Rohan (haath ferte hue): “Anita… yeh… itne bade… main pehli baar dekh raha hoon.”
Usne dono haathon se mere boobs pakde, dheere-dheere dabaya. Main ne halki siski li – “Ahh…”
Phir usne mujhe litaya. Mere panty ke nade ko pakad ke dheere-dheere neeche khincha. Panty nikalte hi main bilkul nangi thi uske saamne. Gulab ki pankhudiyan meri nangi body pe chipak rahi thin.
Rohan khud bhi kapde utarne laga. Shirt, pant, underwear… jab woh nanga hua to main ne uska lund dekha.
Bahut chhota tha.
Mota bhi nahi, lamba bhi nahi. Bas 3-4 inch ka, patla sa. Upar se thoda tedha. Dekhte hi mere dimag mein woh trustee wala lamba-mota lund yaad aa gaya. Uske saamne yeh bilkul baccha lag raha tha.
Rohan (sharmaate hue): “Anita… main… main pehli baar… thoda tension ho raha hai.”
Main ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas muskura diya. Usne mere upar aa ke mere boobs choosne shuru kiye. Dheere-dheere, jaise koi naya khilona mil gaya ho. Main ne uske baal sehlaye.
Main: “Dheere… ahh… haan… aise…”
Usne meri chut pe haath rakha. Ungli se upar-neeche ferne laga. Main thodi geeli to ho rahi thi, lekin uska haath trustee jaisa anubhav nahi de raha tha.
Rohan: “Tum… gili ho rahi ho… main andar daalu?”
Main: “Haan… daal do.”
Usne apna chhota lund meri chut ke ched pe rakha. Dhakka diya… andar chala gaya. Bilkul asani se. Koi dard nahi, koi stretch nahi. Jaise kuch gaya hi na ho.
Main andar se sochne lagi – yahi hai? Itna chhota…?
Rohan hilne laga. Ek dhakka… do… teen…
Rohan (saans phoolte hue): “Anita… ahh… kitni… garam… ho… ahhh…”
Char… paanch…
Uske chehre pe jo expression tha, jaise woh kisi badi race ke finish line pe ho.
Rohan: “Main… main nahi rok paunga… ahhh… nikal… raha… hai… ahhhh!”
Chhe dhakke bhi poore nahi hue the ki usne apna poora pani andar gira diya. Garam-garam liquid meri chut mein fail gaya, lekin itna kam ki main barely mehsoos kar paayi. Woh mere upar gir gaya, saansein lete hue.
Rohan: “Sorry… Anita… main… control nahi kar paya… pehli baar… tum itni… tight… lagi.”
Main ne uski peeth sehlayi. Bahar se toh main shaant thi, lekin andar…
Andar se ek ajeeb si khali-pan thi. Jo lund main ne pehli baar liya tha, woh isse kai guna bada aur lambe time tak chalne wala tha. Yahan… paanch-chhe dhakke… aur khatam.
Main: “Koi baat nahi… pehli baat hai… aage theek ho jayega.”
Rohan mere seene pe sir rakh ke so gaya. Main nangi padi thi. Meri chut se uska thoda sa cum bahar nikal raha tha. 34 size ke boobs pe uske thook ke nishan the. Lekin andar koi gehra ehsaas nahi tha. Koi bhari siskiyan nahi, koi dard-maza ka mix nahi, koi lambi gehraai nahi.
Main ceiling dekh rahi thi. Shaadi ho gayi, suhag raat ho gayi, husband ne choda… lekin jo feeling chahiye thi, woh nahi mili. Jo cheez main ne kisi apne ke liye rakh thi, woh to pehle hi lut chuki thi… aur ab jo mila, woh itna chhota aur itni jaldi khatam hone wala nikla.
Us raat main der tak aankhen kholi rakh ke leti rahi. Rohan so raha tha. Main ne dheere se apna haath neeche le jaake apni chut touch ki. Ab bhi thodi geeli thi… lekin santushti nahi thi.
Shaadi ke doosre din subah uthi to body mein koi thakaan nahi thi. Kyunki pehli raat mein itna kuch hua hi nahi tha. Rohan abhi bhi so raha tha. Main bathroom gayi, nahaayi, phir wapas bed pe aa gayi.
Usne aankhen kholi to main nangi hi thi. Usne mujhe dekhte hi lund khada kar liya – wahi chhota sa, 3-4 inch ka.
Rohan: “Anita… aaj phir se…?”
Main: “Haan… aaj dheere try karte hain.”
Main ne uska lund haath mein liya. Itna chhota tha ki meri mutthi mein poora sama jaata tha. Main ne dheere-dheere upar-neeche sahlana shuru kiya.
Main: “Aise… soft… control karna, theek hai?”
Rohan: “Ahh… haan… teri haath… bahut soft… ahhh…”
Main tez-dhimi speed badalti rahi. Uske lund se pre-cum nikalne laga. Phir main ne munh mein le liya. Pehli baar kisi ka lund chusa. Woh chhota tha isliye asani se poora andar chala gaya. Main ne jeebh ghumayi, choosa, upar-neeche kiya.
Rohan (zor se saans lete hue): “Anita… ahhh… munh… nikal mat… ahhh… main… nahi rok paunga…”
Main ne munh se nikal ke kaha,
Main: “Rok… thoda control kar… abhi andar daalte hain.”
Lekin jab main uske upar baithi aur uska chhota lund apni chut mein daala, to woh sirf chaar-paanch dhakke de paya.
Rohan: “Ahhh… nikal… raha… hai… sorry… ahhhh!”
Phir se usne jaldi pani gira diya. Main uske upar baithi reh gayi. Chut mein thoda sa cum mehsoos hua, lekin koi gehraai nahi, koi lambi feeling nahi.
Main ne uske seene pe sir rakh diya.
Main: “Koi baat nahi… aadat pad jayegi.”
Lekin andar se main jaanti thi – yeh aadat nahi padne wali. Itna chhota lund aur itni jaldi khatam… trustee wala anubhav yaad aate hi main khali-khali feel karti.
Shaam ko marriage reception thi. Badi kothi ka lawn, lights, music, mehman. Main lehanga pehne hue, jewellery mein, Rohan ke saath stage pe baithi thi. Log aate-jaate, gift dete, photo khichwate.
Main has rahi thi, baatein kar rahi thi, lekin aankhen bheed mein ghum rahi thin. Tabhi… gate ki taraf nazar gayi.
Woh aa gaya.
Trustee.
Safed sherwani mein, gold chain, wahi aankhen. Mere pati ke khandaan ka koi rishtedar nikla shayad. Woh seedha hamari taraf badha. Mujhe dekhte hi uske chehre pe wohi purani muskuraahat aa gayi – wahi muskuraahat jo farmhouse mein thi.
Woh stage ke paas aaya. Rohan se haath milaya.
Trustee: “Rohan beta, bohot khoob. Shaadi mubarak. Ladki bhi… bohot sundar hai.”
Phir uski nazar meri taraf gayi. Meri aankhon mein aankhen daal ke bola,
Trustee: “Anita ji… shaadi mubarak. Aap toh… pehle bhi mil chuki hain mujhe, yaad hai?”
Mera dil ek dam zor se dhadka. Rohan ne poocha,
Rohan: “Aapko pehle se jaanti hain Anita?”
Main ne control kiya. Chehre pe soft smile laayi aur boli,
Main: “Haan… thoda sa. college ke admission ke time unse mulaqat hui thi.”
Trustee (tez nazar se meri 34 size ki chaati pe dekhte hue): “Haan… admission… aur thodi personal baat bhi hui thi. Anita ji bohot… capable hain. Body language se hi samajh aa jaata hai.”
Uske shabdon mein double meaning saaf tha. Main ne uski aankhon mein aankhen daal ke muskura diya – ek aisi muskaan jisme gussa, yaad, aur ek ajeeb sa raaz sab mila hua tha.
Main: “Ji… woh mulaqat… yaadgar thi.”
Trustee thoda jhuk ke mere kaan ke paas aaya, itna koi na sun sake,
Trustee (dheemi awaaz mein): “Kunwari chut ki yaad ab bhi taaza hai. Pati ka lund kaisa hai? Umeed hai itna bada nahi hoga jitna mera tha.”
Main ne chehra normal rakha, bas thoda aur muskura diya.
Main (bhi dheemi awaaz mein): “Aapki umeed sahi hai.”
Usne meri aankhon mein dekh ke ek baar phir muskuraaya, phir Rohan se baat karne laga. Main wahan baithi rahi. Lehanga ke neeche meri chut thodi geeli ho gayi thi – uski awaaz, uski yaad, uske shabd… sab milke.
Reception ke dauran woh baar-baar meri taraf dekhta raha. Main bhi kabhi-kabhi uski nazar se milati aur muskura deti. Log soch rahe the yeh normal guest hai, lekin hum dono jaante the beech mein kya raaz hai.
Raat ko jab reception khatam hua aur hum wapas bedroom mein aaye, to Rohan thak ke so gaya. Main bathroom mein khadi thi. Mirror ke saamne.
Aaj bhi uska chhota lund, jaldi pani girna, meri nakamyab koshish… aur us trustee ki muskaan.
Main ne apne 34 size ke boobs dabaye aur dheere se boli,
“Jo cheez kisi aur ne pehle loot li… woh ab kisi chhote lund se nahi bharni.”
Us raat main der tak jaagti rahi.
Shaadi ke baad ke pehle kuch hafte aise hi guzre. Rohan meri bohot care karta tha. Subah uthta to pehle meri taraf dekhta, baal sehlata, “Thik ho?” poochta. Nashta mere liye khud laata, raat ko mere pair dabata. Uske dil mein pyar tha, care tha… lekin jo cheez main body se chahti thi, woh usme nahi thi.
Ek raat phir se koshish hui. Usne mujhe nanga kiya, mere 34 size ke boobs choosne laga, meri chut mein ungli feri. Main thodi geeli ho gayi. Jab usne apna chhota lund andar daala to main ne uski kamar pakad li.
Main: “Aaj thoda der tak… try kar.”
Rohan hilne laga. Ek… do… teen dhakke…
Rohan: “Anita… ahhh… main… rok nahi paunga… nikal… raha… hai…”
Phir se paanch-chhe dhakkon mein usne pani gira diya. Is baar main ne uska munh pakad ke kaha,
Main: “Rohan… ek baar aur? Thoda rest karke?”
Woh mere seene pe sir rakh ke bola, awaaz mein sharm thi,
Rohan: “Nahi ho payega… main jaanta hoon. Mera… chhota hai. Aur doosri baar… uthata hi nahi. Doctor se bhi poocha tha pehle… normal hai meri body ke hisaab se. Sorry Anita… main tumhe poora nahi kar sakta.”
Us din pehli baar usne khud apni kami maan li. Main ne uske baal sehlaye, lekin andar se ek badi si khali jagah aur gehari ho gayi. Main adhuri reh gayi. Har raat wahi scene – chhota lund, jaldi khatam, aur meri chut bina kisi gehre sukoon ke reh jaati. Kabhi main bathroom mein jaake khud se kar leti, lekin woh feeling nahi aati thi jo ek baar farmhouse mein mili thi.
Phir dheere-dheere zindagi normal hone lagi. Rohan ka ghar itna bada tha ki ghar pe koi kaam nahi karna padta tha. Naukar-chaakar, cook, driver, sab tha. Main subah late uthti, nashta karti, TV dekhti, kabhi shopping, kabhi saas-sasur ke saath baith ke baatein. Bahar se dekhne wale kehte “kismet wali hai Anita… itna bada ghar, amir pati, koi tension nahi.” Lekin meri raatein ab bhi adhuri thin. Body ki pyaas bujhti nahi thi. 34 size ke boobs, badi hips, sab kuch tha… lekin unhe chuune wala koi aisa nahi tha jo unhe poora kar sake.
Mahine guzarte gaye. Ek din newspaper mein khabar aayi – “Sunrise Public college ke trustee Rajesh Khanna is saal municipal election ladenge. Unhone apna nomination paper daal diya hai. Local area mein unka asar badh raha hai.”
Main newspaper haath mein liye der tak dekhiti rahi. Uska photo – wahi chehra, wahi aankhen. Jisne meri majboori ka faida uthaya, meri kunwari chut looti, job ka wada karke dhokha diya… ab woh netaji banne ja raha tha. Logon ke beech bhashan dega, unke vote maangega, unka vishwas jeetega.
Us raat main so nahi paayi. Ceiling dekhte hue sochti rahi. Rohan paas mein so raha tha, uska haath meri kamar pe tha. Lekin meri soch kahin aur thi.
Main ne dheere se kaha apne aap se,
“Usne mera sharir use kiya. Meri majboori bechi. Ab woh politics mein aake logon ka bhi use karega. Main chup reh jaaun?”
Agle kuch din main sochti rahi. Ghar mein koi kaam nahi tha, time khali tha. Main local politics ke bare mein padhne lagi – newspaper, YouTube, purane election results. Dheere-dheere dimag mein ek plan banne laga.
Ek shaam main Rohan ke saamne baithi. Usne mera haath pakda.
Rohan: “Kuch soch rahi ho? Itni chup kyun rehti ho aajkal?”
Main ne seedha dekha uski aankhon mein.
Main: “Rohan… main election ladna chahti hoon. Us area se jahan woh trustee lad raha hai.”
Rohan chaukk gaya.
Rohan: “Election? Tum? Kyun? Woh toh… pehle college wala tha na? Kya hua?”
Main ne thodi der chup reh ke kaha,
Main: “Woh… pehle meri majboori ka faida uthaya tha. Ab main chup nahi baithungi. Main uske against khadi hongi. Badla nahi… lekin usko dikhana hai ki jisko usne sirf body samjha, woh ab uske saamne vote maangne khadi ho sakti hai.”
Rohan thodi der chup raha. Phir bola,
Rohan: “Agar tumhe karna hai… to main saath hoon. Paise ki koi kami nahi hogi. Lekin politics gandi hoti hai, Anita. Soch lo.”
Main ne uska haath mazbooti se pakda.
Main: “Soch liya. Main adhuri reh sakti hoon body se… lekin ab dil se nahi. Usne jo kiya, uska hisaab chahiye.”
Us raat se main tayyari mein lag gayi. Local issues padhne, logon se milne, apna naam banane. Ghar pe koi kaam nahi tha isliye poora time isme laga sakti thi. Rohan support karta, lekin meri raatein ab bhi waisi hi thin – adhuri. Chhota lund, jaldi khatam, aur meri chut ki pyaas.
Lekin ab meri aankhon mein ek naya junoon tha. Trustee election ladega… aur main bhi. Uske saamne khadi hokar, uski aankhon mein aankhen daal ke vote maangungi. Jo usne mera sharir se liya, main uska raajneetik future chhinne ki koshish karungi.
Zindagi bahar se normal chal rahi thi –
ANITA PATEL
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