Misc. Erotica The Forbidden Island (Completed)

[Joker44]

Rescue ship se mainland wapas pahunche do din guzar chuke the.
Jab Sharma family ka bacha-khucha hissa—Raj aur Arjun—Mumbai ke apne us aalishan 3BHK flat mein wapas laute, toh ghar ke andar ka sannata kisi qabristan jaisa tha. Doorbell bajne par jab darwaza khula, toh ghar ki har ek cheez Priya ke hone ka ahsaas dila rahi thi.
Entrance par Priya ke favourite ghar ke slippers ab bhi waisi hi position mein rakhe the. Living room ke ek kone mein unka rolled-up yoga mat pada hua tha. Kitchen ke sink ke paas unka woh favourite ceramic coffee mug rakha tha, jis par abhi bhi shayad unke honton ke nishan the. Har ek deewar, har ek parda, aur hawa mein ghuli jasmine ki halki si mehak Priya ki yaad dila rahi thi.
Raj ne heavy traveling bags zameen par rakhe aur unke qadam khud-ba-khud kitchen ki taraf badh gaye. Unhone kaampte haathon se Priya ke us ceramic mug ko uthaya. Puraane dino ki hazaron yaadein ek saath unke dimaag mein ghoom gayin—Priya ka subah-subah unhe smile karke coffee dena, unki baatein. Raj ne us mug ko ghoora, unke chehre par koi expression nahi tha, bas ek gahra, bhayanak khalipan tha. Unhone bina koi aawaaz kiye dhere se us mug ko wapas counter par rakh diya.
Arjun ne seedha apne kamre mein ja kar apna bag khola aur usme se woh heavy marine walkie-talkie nikal kar study table par rakh diya. Woh device ab uske liye koi electronic equipment nahi tha... woh unki maa se juda ekmaatra zinda dhaaga tha.
Pehle kuch din logon ka aana-jaana laga raha. Relatives, padosi, Raj ke business associates—sab aate, aalishan sofa par baithte, chehre par nakli dukh laakar *"bahut afsos hua"* bolte, Raj ke kandhe ko thapthapate aur chale jaate.
Priya ki body nahi mili thi, isliye koi formal antim sanskar ya funeral bhi nahi ho paya. Sirf ek chhotisi prayer meeting rakhi gayi thi. Raj ne us meeting mein bhi bas ek kone mein baith kar aasmaan ko ghoora, bina ek lafz bole. Arjun ne jab Pandit ji ke haath se havan ki maala pakdi, tab bhi uska doosra haath jacket ke andar us walkie-talkie ko kas ke pakde hua tha.
Ek hafte ke andar ghar ki poorifiza badal chuki thi.
Raj Sharma ab subah uth kar office ke liye tayaar nahi hote the. Woh poore din living room ke sofa par baith kar saamne rakhe khali glass ko ghoorte rehte. Kabhi-kabhi woh whisky ki bottle se glass mein amber liquid daalte, lekin peete kam, bas ice cubes ke pighalne ka tamasha dekhne mein khoye rehte. Unke phone par hazaron calls aati, business partners ke messages aate, par Raj sab reject kar dete. Unki textile company ko ab unke partners ne sambhalna shuru kar diya tha. Raj ab bas us 3BHK flat ke andar ek saaye ki tarah ghoomte the.
Raat ko jab ghar mein sannata chha jata, Raj dhere se master bedroom mein jaate, Priya ke wardrobe ka darwaza kholte. Unki silk ki sarees, unke stoles ko apne kaampte haathon se touch karte, unhe apni naak ke paas laakar unki khushbu ko mahsoos karne ki koshish karte... aur phir bina kuch bole darwaza band kar dete.
Arjun ne college jana shuru kar diya tha, lekin uska dimaag aur dil wahan bilkul nahi the. Lecture room mein jab professor board par likhte, Arjun ka haath desk ke neeche uske bag mein rakhe walkie-talkie ke knobs ko ghumata rehta. Woh alag-alag marine frequencies search karta—Channel 16, 21, 88... Har baar sirf static ki harsh noise aati—*ssshhhhh...*
Har raat woh apne kamre ka darwaza andar se lock karta, walkie-talkie ko apne kaan se lagata aur button dabata.
"Mumma... agar aap mujhe sun sakti ho toh please jawab do," woh behad dhiemi, kaampthi aawaaz mein bolta. "Main yahan hoon, Mumma. Main aapka wait kar raha hoon. Please ek baar bol do ki aap theek ho..."
Kabhi-kabhi bolte-bolte uski aawaaz gale mein ruk jaati. Uski aankhon se garam aansu nikal kar walkie-talkie ke metal casing par girte. Woh jaldi se apne aanchal se unhe saaf karta aur phir se frequency change karke dhoondna shuru kar deta.
Ek din college ke lunch break ke waqt, campus ke garden mein kuch seniors ne Arjun ko walkie-talkie ke knobs ghumate hue dekh liya. Woh use gher kar khade ho gaye.
"Abe dekh! Sharma ka beta abhi bhi apni mummy ko dhoond raha hai!" ek senior ne behad behuda tarike se hanste hue kaha.
"Wah bhai! Walkie-talkie leke ghoom raha hai bechara. Samundar mein churel ya ghost se baat karta hoga raat ko!" doosre ne mazaak udaya.
Arjun ne unki taraf ek nazar bhi nahi uthayi. Usne apna bag kas ke apne seene se lagaya aur chup-chap wahan se uth kar chala gaya. Uske kaan gusse aur sharm se laal ho rahe the, lekin un logon ko jawab dene ka uske andar na toh stamina tha aur na hi koi dilchaspia. Gusse se kahin zyada uske andar ek gahra, zehrila dard bhar chuka tha.
Ghar aakar woh seedha apne kamre mein gaya aur darwaza band karke walkie-talkie ko charger se connect kiya. Usne frequency dial ghumaaya.
*Zzzzz... ssshhh...*
Achanak static noise ke beech ek bohot hi strange sound aayi—kuch second ke liye jaise door se hawa ki gunj ya lehron ke takraane ki aawaaz. Arjun ka dil seene mein zordar jhatke khane laga. Uske haath kaampne lage.
"Mumma...? Mumma aap ho kya?! Please bolo!" usne poori jaan laga kar button dabaate hue kaha.
Lekin woh sound do second mein gayab ho gayi. Dobara sirf wahi thanda, bejaan static reh gaya—*ssshhhhh...*
Arjun ne frustration aur dard mein walkie-talkie ko table par patak diya. Usne apna chehra dono haathon mein chhupa liya aur foot-foot kar rone laga. Lekin paanch minute baad, usne dobara us device ko utha kar apne kaan se laga liya.
Raat ke kareeb ek baje, Raj ne Arjun ke kamre ke darwaze par dhere se knock kiya. Jab koi jawab nahi aaya, toh woh dhere se darwaza khol kar andar aaye.
Arjun bed par baitha hua tha, walkie-talkie abhi bhi uske kaan se laga hua tha. Uski aankhen lal thin aur galon par aansuon ke sukhe hue nishan the.
Raj ne ek gahri, thaki hui saans li aur unke paas aakar khade ho gaye. "Beta... so ja. Yeh... yeh sab band kar de ab," Raj ki aawaaz mein ek bebas baap ka dard tha.
Arjun ne sar utha kar apne baap ki taraf dekha. "Papa... aapko bharosa nahi hai. Lekin mera dil kehta hai ki woh zinda hain. Woh kahin na kahin hain, Papa!"
Raj ne apni aankhen kas ke band ki aur apna sar nakar mein hilaaya. "Arjun... coast guard aur search teams ne poore chaar din tak dhoonda tha. Hazaron square miles search kiye the. Unhe kuch nahi mila, beta. Ab... ab hume sach ko accept karna padega."
"Nahi!" Arjun ki aawaaz mein pehli baar apne baap ke samne itna gussa aur zid thi. "Main accept nahi karunga! Aapko jo sochna hai socho, aapko jo karna hai karo. Main apni Mumma ko dhoondna nahi chhodunga!"
Raj ne kuch nahi bola. Unhone aage badh kar dhere se Arjun ke sar par haath phiraaya. Unki khud ki aankhen nam ho chuki thin, lekin unhone apne aansuon ko andar hi ghoont liya. Woh bina ek lafz bole dhere se kamre se bahar nikal gaye.
Us raat, Arjun ne us walkie-talkie ko apne seene se tight lagakar so gaya. Device ki frequency on thi. Har thodi der mein static ki aawaaz aati, aur woh chaunk kar uth jaata.
Uske dimaag mein ek taraf maa ki woh aakhri smile aur unka haath chhootna ghoom raha tha... aur doosri taraf unka woh khoobsurat roop, unki soft voice, unka warm touch. Saare emotions mil kar ek behad heavy, painful nasha ban chuke the.
Ghar ke doosre kamre mein, Raj sofa par lete hue chhat ko ghoor rahe the. Unke haath mein Priya ki ek purani frame ki hui photo thi. Unhone photo ko apne honton se lagaya aur dhere se badbadaaye:
*"Maaf kar dena, Priya... main tumhara haath pakad sakta tha... main tumhe bachha sakta tha..."*
Sharma family ab sirf do bebas logon ka ek dhaancha ban kar reh gayi thi.
Ek poori tarah se toot chuka pati.
Aur ek beta jo abhi bhi samundar ki gahraiyon se aane wale ek aakhri signal ka intezar kar raha tha.
Aur unse hazaron miles door... ek anjaan, patthrilay island ke kinaroon par... ek bilkul alag kahani janam le rahi thi.


Priya ki jab aankhen khuli, toh pehle sirf ek behad tezi se chalti hui saans aur poore jism mein ek unbearable dard tha.

Uska poora body jaise hazaron tukdon mein toot chuka tha. Sir mein ek bhaari, ghoomta hua dard tha, gale mein namkeen paani ki tezi se jalan ho rahi thi, aur uske pairon mein aag si machi hui thi. Woh kisi soft lekin geeli, kaali ret par ulthi padi thi.
Usne dhere se apna sar uthaya. Upar aasmaan tha—ekdum saaf, gehra neela, aur bilkul shaant. Dhoop tez thi jo uske bheege hue jism par padte hi paani ko sukha rahi thi. Aisa lag raha tha jaise kal raat wala woh khaufnak toofaan, woh vishalkay lehren aur woh cheekhein kabhi hui hi nahi thin. Jaise samundar ne apna sabse bhayanak roop dikha kar ab ek masoom mukhota pehen liya ho.
Priya ne hilne ki koshish ki, lekin jaise hi usne apna left leg aage khaincha, uske ghutne ke neeche se ek teekhi, jaanlewa lehr uthi. Usne behad dard mein ek aah bhari.
Uske kapde almost poori tarah se faat chuke the. Cruise par pehni hui woh light yellow sundress ab sirf phate hue chithdon mein uske jism se latak rahi thi. Strips toot chuke the, aur lower part patharon aur jhadion se takra kar jagah-jagah se faat gaya tha. Uske heavy D-cup breasts almost nange hone ki kagar par the, sirf phate hue fabric ke kuch hisson se adhe-adhure dhake hue. Uske lambe kaale baal chehre aur gale par chipke the, jinme geeli sand aur namak jam chuka tha.




Raj... Arjun..." Priya ne dhere se badbadaane ki koshish ki, lekin uske gale se sahi se aawaaz bhi nahi nikli. Sirf ek sookhi sarsarahat nikli.

Usne dobara uthne ki koshish ki, par geeli ret par uska haath fisal gaya aur woh dobara pet ke bal gir padi. Uski aankhon se behad tezi se aansu nikal aaye—dard se, behad thakan se, aur us akelepan ke khauf se jo use chaaro taraf se gher raha tha. Uska dil keh raha tha ki uska beta Arjun kahin paas mein hi hoga, par charo taraf sirf samundar ki lehron ke takraane ka shor tha.
Tabhi... usne ek aawaaz suni.
Bhaari, mazboot qadmon ki aawaaz. Ret par kisi ke chalkar aane ki aawaaz—crunch... crunch...
Priya ka dil seene mein kisi paagal janwar ki tarah dhadakne laga. Uski saans atak gayi. Usne dhere se ghoom kar peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin uska jism response nahi kar raha tha. Achanak, sooraj ki dhoop ko rokte hue ek bada sa shadow uske jism par aa gira.
Usne darr se apni aankhen uthayi. Saamne ek aadmi khada tha.
Woh behad lamba tha—almost 6’2” ya 6’3”, ekdum chouda aur strong muscular build. Uski skin gehre taambe ke rang ki ho chuki thi, jaise saalon se bina kisi chhat ke dhoop aur hawa ko seh raha ho. Baal kaale, uljhe hue aur shoulder tak lambe the. Uski dahi rough aur ghani thi. Uske bare chest aur shoulders par kai purane scars aur cuts ke nishan the, jo yeh batate the ki usne is janglee mahol mein kitna sangharsh kiya tha. Usne waist par sirf ek faata hua, mota kapda bandha hua tha. Uske ek haath mein lakdi aur sharp stone se bana hua ek spear (bhaala) tha.
Us aadmi ne Priya ke phate hue kapde, uske nange jism ke ubhar, aur uski nam aankhon ko dekhte hue kuch seconds tak kuch nahi kaha. Uski gehri, kaali aankhon mein pehle hairani aayi, aur phir ek shaant pathraav.
Usne dhere se apni aawaaz nikali. Uski aawaaz behad gehri, rough aur bhari thi, jaise saalon se kisi se baat na ki ho:
"Tum... zinda ho."
Priya ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Hindi... broken thi, thodi ajeeb lehje mein, lekin woh poori tarah samajh aa rahi thi.
"Kaun... kaun ho tum?" Priya ne kaampthi hui aawaaz mein poochha. Usne apne dono haathon se apne phate hue kapdon ko breast ke upar sambhalne ki nakam koshish ki.
Aadmi ne apne spear ko neeche kiya aur use ret mein gaad diya. "Vikram. Yahan... kai saal se hoon. Tumhara naam?"
"P-Priya..." usne behad kamzor aawaaz mein jawab diya. Uski aankhen phat rahi thin. "Mera... mera parivaar... humara ship... toofaan aaya tha... Raj! Arjun! Unhe dekha tumne?!"
Vikram ne halka sa sar hilaya. Uski aawaaz mein koi jhoot nahi tha. "Samajh gaya. Cruise ship... toofaan. Yahan toofaan mein jo girta hai... bahut kam log bachte hain. Koi aur nahi aaya."
Priya ke andar ka aakhri sahara toot gaya. Usne apna chehra dono haathon mein chhupa liya aur foot-foot kar rone lagi.
Vikram uske paas zameen par jhuk gaya. Priya ne darr kar thoda peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin Vikram ne uske phate hue kapdon ya uske nange shoulders par koi dhyan nahi diya. Usne behad rough, par dhiyane se Priya ke left leg ko pakda aur uske cut ko check kiya.
"Cut hai," Vikram ne kaha, uske haath ki skin kisi lakdi jaisi sakht thi. "Gehra nahi hai, lekin samundar ke paani se pak jayega. Saaf karna padega. Chal sakti ho?"
Priya ne rone ke beech sar nakar mein hilaaya. "Nahi... dard ho raha hai."
Vikram ne bina koi ijazat maange ya koi formal baat kiye, apna spear uthaya, aur aage badh kar Priya ko apni baahon mein utha liya. Usne ek haath Priya ki thighs ke neeche daala aur doosra uski back par.
Priya ke wet, almost nange jism ka touch Vikram ke bare, garam chest se hua. Priya ke heavy breasts Vikram ke solid ribs se press hue. Priya ne sharm se apne chehre ko Vikram ke shoulder ke paas chhuupa liya. Lekin us pal, Vikram ke chehre par na toh koi havas thi aur na hi koi galat dhyan. Woh bas ek bojh utha kar aage badh raha tha. Dono ke dimaag mein sirf ek hi lafz tha—survival.
Vikram use ret se utha kar jungle ke ghane pedon ke beech le gaya. Thodi der chalne ke baad ek chhoti si clearing aayi.
Wahan ek simple, mazboot hut bana hua tha—bamboos, moti lakdiyon aur jungle ke bade patton se chhaaya hua. Hut ke bahar pattharon se ghera hua ek chhota sa fire pit tha jahan abhi bhi dhuan uth raha tha. Ek kone mein kuch dried fish latak rahi thin, aur ek taraf jungle ke vines se bandha hua ek system tha jismein bade patton ke zariye taaza paani (fresh water) collect ho raha tha.
Vikram ne Priya ko hut ke andar le ja kar ek soft, dried leaves aur ghas se bane hue bed par dhere se lita diya.
Priya dard se karah rahi thi. Vikram bahar gaya aur ek lakdi ke chhote se bowl mein taaza paani le kar aaya. Usne bowl Priya ke honton ke paas lagaya.
"Pee. Thoda-thoda. Ek saath mat peena."
Priya ne paani piya. Paani thanda, meetha aur bilkul saaf tha. Jaise hi woh paani uske sookhe gale se neeche utra, Priya ke jism ko ek ajeeb sa aaram mila.
Vikram ne ek sharp stone se jungle ke kuch vishailay nahi, balki jadi-bootiyon wale patton ko peesa aur unka green paste banaya. Phir woh Priya ke pairon ke paas baitha aur uske leg ke cut par woh paste lagane laga. Paste lagte hi teekhi jalan hui.
"Ahhh!" Priya ke muh se aawaaz nikli, usne bedsheet jaisi ghas ko kas ke pakad liya.
"Seh lo," Vikram ne bina dekhe kaha. "Yeh nahi lagaya toh leg kharab ho jayega."
Paste lagane ke baad, Vikram utha aur hut ke kone mein rakha hua ek purana, mota jute ka kapda utha kar laya. Usne woh kapda Priya ke jism par daal diya taaki uska nanga chest aur thighs dhak jayein.
"Yahan safe hai... abhi ke liye," Vikram ne baahar ki taraf ishara karte hue kaha. "Raat ko jungle mein mat nikalna. Bhediye aur doosre janwar hote hain."




Priya ne jute ke kapde ko apne seene se tight lapete hue Vikram ki taraf dekha. Uski aawaaz mein hichkichahat thi. "Tum... tum akele ho yahan?"

Vikram thodi der shaant raha. Uski aankhen hut ke bahar jalte hue angaron par thin. "Haan. Kai saal se. Shuru mein ginta tha din... ab bhool gaya."
Us raat, Priya ne usi leaves ke bed par let kar aasmaan ko dekha jo hut ke chhat ke gaps se dikh raha tha. Uski aankhon mein baar-baar Raj aur Arjun ke chehre ghoom rahe the. Usne dhere se unke naam liye aur chup-chap roti rahi. Vikram hut ke doosre kone mein baitha tha, aag ko bujhne se bachane ke liye lakdiya daal raha tha. Un dono ke beech ek behad gehra sannaata tha.
Agle do din poori tarah se survival ke sangharsh mein guzre.
Priya ka leg ka dard dhere-dheere kam ho raha tha. Vikram subah uthta aur Priya ko thoda-thoda walk karne ki practice karwaata. Usne Priya ko bataya ki island par kahan se taaza paani lena hai, kon se fruits khane ke liye safe hain, aur coconut ko patthar se kaise toda jata hai.
Priya ne pehli baar apni aalishan Mumbai wali life se alag ek aisi duniya dekhi jahan har ek ghoont paani aur har ek phool ke liye mehnat karni padti thi. Woh Vikram ki har baat dhyan se sunthi. Dono ke beech baat-cheet behad kam thi. Priya jab bhi bolti, apne parivaar ke baare mein bolti—"Mera beta Arjun bohot ziddi hai... woh pizza ke bina nahi rehta," ya "Raj hamesha office ke kaam mein busy rehte the."
Vikram sirf sunta rehta. Woh bas sar hila deta ya shaant rehta. Usne apne past ke baare mein kuch nahi bataya.
Teesre din ki shaam ko, jab suraj dhal raha tha aur aasmaan laal ho raha tha, Vikram hut ke ek purane bamboo shelf se ek cheez nikaal laya. Ek purana, thick plastic ka waterproof pouch.
Usne us pouch ko khola aur usme se ek black color ka, thoda rusted aur damaged marine walkie-talkie / radio set nikala.
"Yeh... kai saal pehle ek beh kar aayi hui choti boat se mila tha," Vikram ne use dekhte hue kaha, aawaaz mein koi umang nahi thi. "Iska battery weak hai. Kabhi-kabhi signal pakad leta hai jab mausam saaf ho. Zyada tar sirf noise aati hai. Par main isse charge rakhta hoon solar panel se jo boat se mila tha."
Usne woh device Priya ke samne rakh diya. "Agar tumhara koi... tumhe dhoond raha ho, ya koi ship paas se guzre... toh shayad."
Priya ke haath kaampne lage. Usne behad ahat ke saath us heavy black device ko apne haathon mein uthaya. Usne power button dabaya.
Sssshhhhhh... zzzzz...
Pehlesirf harsh static noise aayi. Priya ne dhere se dial ghumaya. Achanak, ek second ke liye... bohot door se ek aawaaz aayi—jaise koi static ke peeche bol raha ho—aur phir dobara sirf static noise reh gayi.
Priya ki aankhon se jhar-jhar aansu behne lage. Usne us walkie-talkie ko apne dono haathon mein pakda aur apne seene se, apne heavy breasts ke beech kas ke laga liya.
"Arjun... Arjun agar tu sun raha hai..." Priya ne device par button dabate hue kaha, uski aawaaz rone se phat rahi thi. "Mumma zinda hai beta... main yahan hoon... please mujhe bachalo..."
Device par sirf static noise bajti rahi—ssshhhhh...
Vikram ne Priya ko us device se lipat kar rote hue dekha. Usne ek gehri saans li, apna sar doosri taraf ghumaaya aur aag mein ek aur lakdi daal di. Usne kuch nahi kaha.
Us raat, Priya ne us walkie-talkie ko apne seene se laga kar hi soyi. Static ki woh halki noise uske kaan mein bajti rahi, use lag raha tha jaise uska beta uske paas hai.
Aur hut ke doosre kone mein, Vikram andhere mein baitha hua tha, us aurat ke jism ke curves aur uske roop ko dekh raha tha jo uske saalon se akele pade island par toofaan ki tarah aa girri thi.
Dono abhi bilkul strangers the.
Unke beech sirf survival ka ek majboor rishta tha.
Lekin island ki fiza aur majboori unhe dheere-dheere ek aisi raah par le jaane wali thi, jahan se wapsi ka koi rasta nahi bacha tha.



Subah ki pehli sunehri roshni jab jungle ke ghane pedon aur bade patton se chhan kar hut ke andar aayi, Priya pehle se jaag chuki thi.
Aankhen khulte hi uske dimaag mein sabse pehla khayal Raj aur Arjun ka aaya. Is anjaan, janglee island par un dono ke bina har ek pal kisi saja jaisa lag raha tha. Priya ki aankhon mein aahista se aansu bhar aaye. Usne apne haath se gaalon par sukhe hue namak ko saaf kiya aur dheere se uthne ki koshish ki. Uske left leg mein abhi bhi ek teekha dard tha, lekin pehle do dino jitna unbearable nahi tha.
Hut ke bahar se lakdiyon ke chatakne aur aag ki halki sarsarahat ki aawaaz aa rahi thi. Priya ne jute ke kapde ko apne seene par sambhalte hue bahar dekha.
Vikram hut ke bahar zameen par baitha hua tha, ek chhoti si aag ko sambhaal raha tha. Subah ki mulayam dhoop uske bare, taambayi shoulders aur broad back par pad rahi thi. Jab woh aag mein lakdiya set karne ke liye aage jhukta, toh uski peeth ke solid muscles aur ghane scars saaf ubhar aate the.
Priya ki nazar ek second ke liye un chauro shoulders par tiki, par phir usne jhatke se apni nazrein hata lin. *'Mujhe yeh sab nahi dekhna chahiye... Main ek married aurat hoon, Raj ki biwi hoon, Arjun ki maa hoon,'* usne khud ko andar hi andar sharminda hote hue samjhaya.
Vikram ne bina muday hi uske qadmon ki aahat pehchan li. Usne apna sar thoda sa ghumaya. "Uth gayi? Taaza paani rakha hai container mein. Pee lo."
Usne coconut ka ek bada half-shell Priya ki taraf badhaya. Paani behad thanda aur taaza tha. Priya ne bina kuch bole dhere-dheere paani piya. Un dono ke beech baat-cheet abhi bhi behad kam thi, lekin woh pehle do dino wali ajeeb si ghabrahat aur awkwardness ab thodi kam hone lagi thi.
Us din ki dopahar ko Vikram ne Priya ko apne saath jungle mein le jaane ka faisla kiya.
"Tumhe yahan ke baare mein seekhna padega," Vikram ne apna wooden spear uthate hue behad gehri aawaaz mein kaha. "Agar main kisi din shikaar par gaya aur wapas nahi aaya, toh tumhe akele zinda rehna aana chahiye. Yahan kisi par dependent rehna maut ko bulawa dena hai."
Priya ne thoda darr kar use dekha, par phir apna sar haan mein hila diya. Woh Mumbai ke aalishan flat se aayi ek aisi aurat thi jisne kabhi kitchen mein khud sabziyaan lene ke alawa koi mehnat nahi ki thi, lekin ab survival ki majboori usse har kaam karwa rahi thi.
Woh dono jungle ke ghane raste par aage badhne lage. Vikram aage-aage chal raha tha, haath mein spear liye hue. Uske qadam ekdum sure aur khamosh the, jaise is jungle ka har ped, har pathar, aur har kaanta usse saalon se pehchanta ho. Priya uske peeche-peeche thodi lachakthi hui chal rahi thi.
Jungle ka rasta behad kathin tha. Jab kisi oonche pathar se utarna hota ya jungle ke ghane vines ko hatana hota, toh Vikram aage badh kar ek hi haath se bade-bade patharon aur lakdiyon ko hata deta. Uske biceps ki veins force ke saath ubhar aati thin, aur uske thick arms ka power saaf dikhta tha.
Priya jab bhi use aisa karte dekhti, uski nazar Vikram ke jism ke us raw power par chali jati. Ek 42 saal ki mature aurat hone ke naate, woh chah kar bhi is baat ko ignore nahi kar pa rahi thi ki yeh aadmi kitna mazboot aur surakshit feel karwane wala tha. Lekin agle hi pal uske andar ek zabardast guilt jag uthta. Woh turant apni nazrein zameen par tika leti aur Raj ke chehre ko dimaag mein laane ki koshish karti.
"Tum... tum itne strong kaise ho?" Priya ne raste mein chalte hue aakhir pooch hi liya.
Vikram ek second ke liye ruk kar peeche muda. Uski kaali, gehri aankhon mein koi emotion nahi tha. "Yahan agar strong nahi hoge toh jungle tumhe kha jayega. Yeh Mumbai ya saher nahi hai... yahan sirf wahi bachta hai jo lad sakta hai."
Thodi der chalne ke baad woh dono jungle ke beech se guzarti hui ek chhoti si shaffaf stream (jharne) ke paas ruk gaye. Vikram ne zameen par baith kar Priya ko dikhaya ki kaise pattharon ke beech se beh rahe saaf paani ko collect karna hai, aur kaise jungle ke specific leaves ko chew karke apni bhookh aur thakan ko mitana hai.
Priya ek chhotay bache ki tarah har cheez dhyan se dekh rahi thi. Ek jagah jhukte waqt, uski phati hui sundress ka front part thoda aur khul gaya, jis se uske heavy D-cup breasts ka upper portion saaf jhalakne laga. Priya ne jaldi se kapda sambhala aur ghabra kar Vikram ki taraf dekha, par Vikram shaant baitha hua paani ke bahaav ko dekh raha tha, jaise usne dhyan hi na diya ho.
Dhere-dheere Priya ke andar ka darr thoda kam hua aur woh apne ghar ki baatein karne lagi—jaise woh apne andar ke dard ko bahar nikalna chahti ho.
"Mera beta Arjun... 19 saal ka hai," Priya ne ek patthar par baithte hue kaha, uski aawaaz mein mamta aur dard dono ghule hue the. "Bohot hi seedha aur pyara bacha hai. Ghar par meri har kaam mein help karta tha. Jab main udaas hoti thi toh woh mera haath pakad leta tha... Woh abhi Mumbai mein mere liye ro raha hoga, Vikram. Woh mere bina nahi reh sakta."
Usne apni aankhon se behte hue aansuon ko saaf kiya aur aage boli, "Aur Raj... mere pati. Textile ka bada business hai unka. Bohot busy rehte the, shayad hume utna time nahi de paate the... lekin woh bohot achhe aadmi hain. Unhone mere liye cruise book kiya tha taaki hum sab saath waqt bita sakein. Main... main kisi bhi tarah apne ghar wapas jaana chahti hoon, Vikram. Mujhe mere bete ke paas jaana hai."
Vikram chup-chap uski baat sunta raha. Usne na toh Priya ko koi jhoothi dhalas di aur na hi uske rone par koi daya dikhayi. Usne bas ek halka sa nod kiya. Priya ko laga jaise woh uske har ek lafz ko absorb kar raha ho, par apni taraf se kuch share nahi karna chahta.
Shaam ko jab suraj dhal gaya aur jungle mein andhera ghir aaya, woh dono wapas apne hut mein aa gaye. Vikram ne fire pit mein aag jalayi aur dono ne aag ke paas baith kar dried fish aur jungle ke kuch nuts khaye.
Fire ki laal roshni mein Vikram ka beard wala chehra aur bhi serious aur rugged dikh raha tha. Priya ne bohot himmat kar ke aakhir pooch hi liya:
"Vikram... tum yahan kaise aaye? Itne saal se is island par akele... tumhare sath kya hua tha?"
Vikram ne aag mein jal rahi lakdi ko ek patthar se hilaya. Uski aankhen aag ki lapton mein kahin door khoyi hui thin. Thodi der ke sannate ke baad, usne behad gehri, thandi aawaaz mein bolna shuru kiya.
"Main bhi ek ship par tha. International cargo ship thi. Aaj se lagbhag barah-terah saal pehle. Samundar mein ek aisi hi khaufnak toofaan aaya tha jismein ship ke do tukde ho gaye. Main ek chhotay wooden lifeboat mein kood gaya, par baaki koi nahi bach saka. Kai dino tak bina paani aur khane ke samundar mein tairta raha... aakhir mein yeh island mila."
Vikram ne ek gehri saans li. "Pehle saal main har din samundar ko ghoorta tha ki koi ship aayegi, koi mujhe bachane aayega. Par saal guzar gaye... koi nahi aaya. Phir maine accept kar liya ki ab yeh island hi meri duniya hai, aur main yahin marunga."
Usne apna haath apne left shoulder par rakha aur apna kapda thoda neeche karke ek bada, bhayanak scar dikhaya. "Pehle saal jungle mein ek janglee suar se ladte waqt main pahadi se neeche gir gaya tha. Meri shoulder ki haddi toot gayi thi. Koi doctor nahi tha... maine khud apne haath se apni haddi ko khench kar set kiya tha. Us din ke baad se maine rona aur umeed lagana chhod diya."
Priya ne uski baatein suni aur uske dil mein ek ajeeb si lahar uthi—behad sympathy, aur uske sath hi ek unsaid admiration. Ek aadmi jo barah saal se is khaufnak jungle mein akela zinda tha, jise koi sahara nahi mila, par phir bhi woh toota nahi tha.
Priya ki nazar Vikram ke us solid, muscular body par gayi. Scars ke bawajood uska jism kisi chattan jaisa mazboot tha. Ek second ke liye Priya ke dimaag mein ek behad ajeeb aur unwanted khayal aaya—*'Yeh aadmi kitna powerful hai... Agar yeh mujhe apni baahon mein utha le, toh mujhe kisi cheez ka darr nahi rahega.'*
Lekin jaise hi yeh khayal aaya, Priya ka poora jism guilt se kaamp utha. *'Nahi! Main yeh kya soch rahi hoon! Main Raj ki biwi hoon!'*
"Main... main apne parivaar ke baare mein sochna nahi chhod sakti," Priya ne ghabra kar jaldi se baat badal di. "Arjun abhi bhi walkie-talkie par mera wait kar raha hoga. Mujhe lagta hai woh mujhe dhoond nikalega."
Vikram ne Priya ki taraf dekha. Uski kaali aankhon mein ek aisi gahrai thi jise Priya samajh nahi pa rahi thi. "Umeed rakhna achhi baat hai, Priya. Lekin is island par umeed se pet nahi bharta... kaam aur mehnat se bharta hai. Agar zinda rehna hai, toh apni purani life ko thodi der ke liye bhoolna hoga."
Raat ke waqt, jab jungle ke jhinguron ki aawaaz har taraf phail gayi, Priya apne leaves ke bed par let gayi. Usne dhere se bagal mein rakha hua walkie-talkie uthaya aur use switch on kiya.
*Ssssshhhhh... zzzzz...*
Har baar ki tarah sirf static noise aayi. Priya ne us device ko apne dono haathon se pakda, use apne heavy breasts ke beech seene se lagaya aur behad dhiemi aawaaz mein bola:
"Arjun... mera bacha. Mumma zinda hai. Main theek hoon beta... Tum tension mat lena, main bohot jald wapas aane ki koshish karungi... I love you."
Device ko seene se lapete hue usne apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin aur aansu bahati hui so gayi.
Hut ke doosri taraf, aag ke dim angaron ki roshni mein Vikram andhere mein baitha hua tha. Uski nazar Priya ke jism par thi. Light ki wajah se Priya ke D-cup breasts ka shape kapde ke neeche se clear ubhar raha tha, uski patli kamar aur uski goree thighs jo jute ke kapde se bahar phisal aayi thin. Vikram ke andar saalon se soya hua ek mardana jazba halka sa hilne laga. Lekin usne turant apna sar jhatka aur apni nazrein hata lin. Saalon baad kisi aisi khoobsurat aurat ka uske itne paas hona ek khatarnak khel ban sakta tha.
Priya ne bhi neend mein ek baar apni aankhen kholi aur andhere mein baithe Vikram ke broad shoulders, strong jawline aur uski quiet intensity ko dekha. Uski chest mein ek behad halki, unwanted pull feel hui—ek aisi attraction jise woh poori taqat se dabana chahti thi. Usne turant apni pait ghumayi aur Raj ka chehra yaad karne ki koshish karne lagi.
Dono is baat ko achhi tarah jaante the ki is attraction ko ignore karna hi unki bhalai hai.
Yeh sirf survival ka khel tha... aur kuch nahi.
Lekin is gumnam island ki fiza, yeh sannaata aur yeh majboori unke beech ke distance ko dhere-dheere kam kar rahi thi—chahe woh dono kitni bhi koshish kyun na kar lein.



Subah jab jungle ke ghane patton se pheenki hui pehli zard roshni zameen par gimi, toh Vikram ka mazaaj bilkul badla hua tha.
Woh pehle se hi hut ke bahar khada tha, haath mein apna bhaari wooden spear tightly pakde hue, aur uski kaali, gehri aankhen jungle ke ghane, andhere raste par tiki hui thin. Aag usne pehle hi jala kar bujha di thi—sirf thoda sa dhuan uth raha tha.
Priya jab jut ke kapde ko apne shoulders par lapet kar bahar aayi, toh usne turant notice kiya ki Vikram ke chehre par ek aisi teekhi, gambhir tension thi jo usne pichle chaar-paanch dino mein kabhi nahi dekhi thi. Vikram ki body language ekdum alert thi, jaise koi shikaari jungle mein kisi khatre ki aahat sun raha ho.
"Kya hua, Vikram?" Priya ne apni aawaaz ko dhiema rakhte hue ghabra kar poochha. "Subah-subah itne pareshan kyun ho?"
Vikram ne jhatke se apna sar ghumaya. Uski aawaaz mein ek aisi sakhti thi jise Priya taal nahi sakti thi. "Aaj hut se door mat jaana. Jahan main jaunga, mere bilkul paas rehna."
Priya thodi si hairaan aur darr gayi. "Kyun? Aisa kya ho gaya? Kya samundar mein koi ship dikhi?"
Vikram ne uski baat ka seedha jawab nahi diya. Usne ek aadhe kate hue coconut mein se taaza paani uski taraf badhaya. "Pehle yeh peo. Phir mere piche chalo. Sab samajh aa jayega."
Dono jungle ke andar badhe, lekin aaj Vikram ke chalne ka tarika bilkul alag tha. Pehle jaisa relaxed ya bekhauf nahi. Har das kadam chalne ke baad woh rukta, apne kaan jungle ke sannate par tikata, hawa ki direction check karne ke liye apne haath ko upar uthata, aur zameen par jhuk kar mitti ko gour se dekhta.
Priya uske bilkul piche chal rahi thi, apne kadmon ki aawaaz ko jitna ho sake dabaane ki koshish karti hui. Uska dil seene mein ajeeb si tezi se dhadak raha tha.
Ek jagah aakar Vikram achanak ruk gaya. Usne haath se Priya ko piche hatne ka ishara kiya aur khud ghutnon ke bal zameen par baith gaya.
Zameen ki geeli mitti par kuch taaza footprints (pairo ke nishan) the. Yeh bare feet ke nishan the, lekin Vikram ke pairo ke nishan se poori tarah alag. Yeh footprints thode chhote, choude the, aur mitti mein unke pairon ke aage sharp claws ya rough, janglee edges ke saaf nishan bane hue the—jaise woh log kabhi jootay ya koi protection use nahi karte the.
Priya bhi aage jhuki aur un nishanon ko dekh kar uski saans atak gayi. "Yeh... yeh kisi insaan ke pairo ke nishan hain? Lekin yeh tumhare toh nahi hain..."
Vikram ne dhere se apna sar haan mein hilaaya. Uski aawaaz behad dhiemi thi. "Haan. Yeh mere nahi hain."
Usne uth kar paas ke ek vishalkay ped ke vriksh (trunk) par apni ungliyan pheri. Wahan kisi sharp patthar se kuch strange symbols aur ajeeb se aakar engrave kiye gaye the—jaise koi purana, aadiwasi mark. Thodi door ek aur ped ki chhaal par bhi bilkul wahi markings thin.
Priya ka chehra darr se peela pad gaya. Usne apne dono haathon se apne phate hue kapdon ko aur kas liya. "Yahan... is island par humare alawa aur log bhi hain?"
Vikram ne Priya ki taraf poora mud kar dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek behad bhaari seriousness thi. "Haan. Main jaanta hoon."
Usne ek gehri saans li, aur jungle ke sannaate mein behad low tone mein bolna shuru kiya:
"Yeh island bohot bada hai, Priya. Itna bada ki tum tasavvur nahi kar sakti. Hum jis taraf rehte hain, yeh iska coastal (samundari) kinara hai. Lekin is ghane jungle ke bilkul beech mein, pahadiyon ke piche... ek group rehta hai. Chhota sa... shayad aath-das logon ka clan. Maine unhe saalon pehle door se dekha tha. Woh bahar ki duniya se poori tarah cut-off hain. Pata nahi kitni generations se is island par hain. Unki language alag hai, thode se broken, ajeeb words bolte hain jo samajh nahi aate. Woh... bilkul alag tarike ke log hain."
Priya ki badi-badi aankhen phatne lagi. "Tumne... tumne mujhe pehle din kyun nahi bataya, Vikram?!"
"Kyunki unke paas aane ki koi zaroorat nahi thi," Vikram ne safai di. "Main hamesha is coastal area mein raha hoon, aur woh hamesha deep jungle mein rehte hain. Kai saalon se hum ek doosre ke ilaqe ko avoid karte aaye hain. Unhe lagta tha ki main koi shaitaan hoon, aur main unse door rehta tha. Lekin ab... ab unke footprints is coastal line tak aa gaye hain. Iska matlab woh move kar rahe hain."
Vikram ne apne wooden spear ki grip ko itna kas ke pakda ki uske knuckles safed pad gaye.
"Priya, meri baat bohot dhyan se suno. Kabhi... galti se bhi deep jungle ki taraf mat jana. Yahan hut se akele kabhi mat nikalna. Agar jungle mein koi ajeeb aawaaz, koi whistling ya dhol jaisi sound sunai de, toh turant mere piche chhuup jaana. Woh log civilized nahi hain... woh dangerous hain."
Priya ke jism mein ek thurthuri daud gayi. "Kya... kya woh logon ko maar dete hain?"
Vikram thodi der shaant raha, uski aankhen jungle ke andhere mein kisi invisible khatre ko dhoond rahi thin. "Maine unhe kabhi directly confront nahi kiya. Lekin jo thodi bohot cheezein maine dekhi hain... unka apna ek qanoon hai. Woh kisi bahar wale ko bardasht nahi karte. Aur... ek aur baat."
Vikram ne thoda ruk kar Priya ke chehre ko dekha. "Woh auraton ko alag nazar se dekhte hain. Unke clan mein auratein kam hain. Agar unhone kisi bahar ki aurat ko dekh liya... toh woh use apna banane ke liye kisi bhi hadd tak ja sakte hain."
Priya ka khoon jaise thanda pad gaya. Uske dimaag mein ek aisi khaufnak tasveer aayi jisne uski rooh kaamp di. Usne turant apne heavy D-cup breasts aur apni waist ko jute ke kapde se poori tarah dhak liya.
Priya ne ghor kiya ki Vikram ab uske bilkul bagal mein chal raha tha—unke shoulders ek doosre se lagbhag touch ho rahe the. Vikram ke jism se aati woh raw, muscular energy aur uski protective posture Priya ko ek ajeeb tarike se safe feel karwa rahi thi. Is khaufnak jungle mein Vikram hi uski aakhri dhaal tha. Lekin sath hi, Vikram ki yeh nazdeeki uske andar ek halki si discomfort aur ajeeb si aanch bhi paida kar rahi thi.
Thodi der aur aage badhne par, unhone pedon ke ooper se halka sa kaala dhuan uthta hua dekha—jungle ke deep side se.
Vikram ne turant apna haath Priya ke shoulder par rakha aur use piche dhakela. "Bas. Agay nahi jaana. Wapas chalte hain. Aaj ke liye itna kaafi hai."
Hut wapas aate waqt Priya bilkul khamosh thi. Uske dimaag mein hazaron sawal ghoom rahe the. Yeh log kaun hain? Kya woh unhe dhoond rahe hain? Agar Vikram na hota toh uska kya hota?
Shaam ko, jab aag ke paas baith kar unhone khana khaya, Priya ne dhere se poochha, "Vikram... tumne unse kabhi dosti karne ya baat karne ki koshish nahi ki?"
Vikram ne apna sar nakar mein hilaaya. "Nahi. Jungle mein jaan bachani ho toh door rehna hi sabse bada honsla hota hai. Maine unke hunting trails dekhe hain... woh janwaron ko behad reham ke bina maarte hain. Ek baar maine unke do shikaariyon ko door se dekha tha—unke jism par ajeeb marks the, dante bahaar the. Unhe dekh kar hi samajh aa gaya tha ki unse door rehne mein hi bhalai hai."
Usne Priya ki aankhon mein dekha. Uski aawaaz mein ek aisi garmaahat thi jo usne pehle kabhi nahi dikhayi thi. "Lekin ab tum yahan ho, Priya. Pehle main akela tha, mujhe apni jaan ki parwah nahi thi. Par ab mujhe tumhari hefazat karni hai. Tum unke hath nahi lagni chahiye."
Priya ne Vikram ki aankhon mein dekha. Uski kaali, gehri aankhon mein ek sachi aur behad strong protectiveness dikh rahi thi. Priya ke andar darr toh tha, lekin us darr ke beech Vikram ki is strength ne uske dil mein ek unwanted, ajeeb sa aakarshan paida kar diya. Vikram ke woh broad shoulders, uska serious rugged chehra, aur uska tarika jisse woh apni jaan par khel kar use guard kar raha tha—yeh sab Priya ko ek ajeeb sa nasha de raha tha.
Ek pal ke liye Priya ke dimaag mein aaya ki agar uska pati Raj yahan hota, toh shayad woh is jungle mein ek din bhi survive nahi kar paata... Raj toh sirf phone aur meetings sambhal sakta tha.
Lekin agle hi second, Priya ko apne is khayal par itna gussa aur guilt aaya ki usne apna lower lip kaat liya. *'Main Raj ke baare mein aisa kaise soch sakti hoon?! Woh mera pati hai! Maine uske sath saat phere liye hain!'*
"Main... main bilkul careful rahungi, Vikram. Main tumhare bina kahin nahi jaungi," Priya ne apni nazar zameen par tikate hue kaha.
Raat ko, jab jungle ke jhinguron ki cheekh tez ho gayi, Priya ne dhere se apna walkie-talkie uthaya aur button dabaya.
"Arjun... mera bacha. Mumma bilkul theek hai," usne behad dhiemi, kaampthi aawaaz mein kaha. "Lekin yahan... yahan jungle ke andar kuch dangerous log hain. Tum tension mat lena... Vikram mera bohot khayal rakh raha hai. Woh mujhe kuch nahi hone dega... I love you Arjun."
Device par har baar ki tarah sirf static noise bajti rahi—*ssshhhhh...* Usne device ko apne seene se lagaya aur aankhen band kar lin.
Hut ke entrance par, Vikram apna wooden spear haath mein liye zameen par baitha hua tha. Usne decide kar liya tha ki ab se woh raat ko soye-ga nahi, balki jaag kar pehra dega. Island ka mahol ab badal chuka tha.
Deep jungle mein dangerous log move kar rahe the...
Aur is chhotaysaan hut ke andar, do strangers majboori, darr aur ek unwanted, shiddat bhari aanch ke dore se ek doosre se bandhte ja rahe the.