14-08-2026, 04:08 PM
Shaam ka waqt ho chuka tha.
Sooraj dhere-dheere samundar ki aakhri sarhad par doob raha tha, aasmaan par narangi, kaali aur khaufnak laal rangat bikhri hui thi. Tribal canoe ab bhi khule samundar ke aazaad bahaav mein aage badh rahi thi.
Vikram aur Priya lagataar boat ke us leak ko control karne ki aakhri koshish kar rahe the. Kapde aur sookhe patton ka banaya hua woh pack paani ke tez pressure se baar-baar dhila pad jata, paani andar aane lagta, aur phir dono mil kar use apne haathon se dobara andar thokte. Unke haath behad geele, thake hue aur thand se thar-thar kaamp rahe the.
"Boat mein paani aana kam ho gaya hai, par completely ruk nahi raha," Vikram ne haafte hue kaha, uske bare, muscular shoulders par pasina aur samundar ka paani chamak raha tha. "Continuous dhyan rakhna padega, nahi toh yeh canoe doob jaayegi."
Priya ne behad thaki hui aawaaz mein apna sar haan mein hilaaya. Usne thakan se peeth peeche khainchi aur jaise hi unke escape kiye hue raste par nazar daali... uska dil ekdam se baith gaya. Uski saans gale mein hi phans kar reh gayi.
Door, Horizon par ek chhoti si shape clear dikh rahi thi. Ek doosri tribal canoe. Woh bina ruke, continuous unka peecha kar rahi thi. Dheere-dheere, par ekdum pakke raste par.
"Vikram... dekh piche! Woh... woh log abhi bhi humare piche hain!" Priya ki aawaaz darr se phat gayi.
Vikram ne jhatke se mud kar dekha. Uske rugged, beard wale chehre par ek teekhi tension aa gayi. Usne zameen par pada hua lakdi ka tukda dabocha.
"Chappu... jo bhi haath mein hai, dabocho! Tez chalana hoga!"
Boat mein koi proper wooden oars nahi the—sirf ek tooti hui lakdi ka piece aur unke do nange haath. Dono ne apni bhasha aur darr ko bhool kar poori mardana aur auratana taqat se paani ko piche dhakelna shuru kiya. Canoe ki speed thodi tez hui, lekin leak ki wajah se woh pehle jaisi smooth aur fast nahi chal pa rahi thi. Paani andar dhere-dheere bhar raha tha. Priya ke shoulders aur thighs mein unbearable dard hone laga, par usne chappu marna band nahi kiya.
Thodi der baad, Vikram ne aage ki taraf ishara kiya, uski aawaaz mein ek sudden aashcharya tha.
"Wahan... aage dekho, Priya!"
Shaam ki dhundhli roshni mein thodi door ek vishalkay island nazar aa raha tha. Yeh pehle wale dono islands se kafi bada tha. Oonche-oonche ghane ped, vishalkay jungle, aur shore par bade-bade patthar. Door se dekhne par hi woh behad solid, mazboot aur resources se bhara hua lag raha tha.
"Wahan chalte hain," Vikram ne haafte hue kaha. "Yeh bada island hai. Shayad wahan fresh water aur khana better mil jaye."
Dono ne apni bhasha aur thakan ko bhool kar poori taqat laga di. Piche aane wali woh aadiwasi canoe abhi bhi dikh rahi thi, par ab unke beech ka distance thoda badh gaya tha. Priya ke dil mein saalon baad pehli baar ek sachhi, pyari umeed jag uthi—bada island... shayad wahan se koi rasta mil jaye jo unhe wapas Mumbai aur Arjun ke paas le jaye.
Lekin jaise hi unki boat us naye island ke kinare ke bilkul paas pahunchi, samundari mausam ne achanak ek khaufnak dhokha diya.
Pehle thandi hawa ki raftaar achanak toofani ho gayi. Neela aasmaan minute-on mein syah kaale badalon se ghir gaya. Ekdam se mukhla dhar heavy rain shuru ho gayi—baarish itni tez thi ki samundar par ek foot aage ka dikhna bhi namumkin ho gaya. Saath hi, samundar se 10-15 foot unchi khaufnak lehren uthne lagin.
Tribal canoe paani par kisi tinke ki tarah upar-neeche hilne-dullne lagi. Lehron ke zordar thapedon se boat mein paani bharne laga, aur neeche wala leak phat kar bada ho gaya.
"PAKDO TIGHT! PRIYA!" Vikram ne apni poori jaan laga kar cheekha.
Priya ne canoe ke wooden borders ko apne dono haathon se kas ke dabocha. Lehren uske upar toot rahi thin, uski sundress poori tarah bheege hue jism se chipak chuki thi, aur uske heavy D-cup breasts paani ke thapedon se rhythmic way mein hiltay ja rahe the. Baarish ke kankar jaise chhinte uske chehre par chubh rahe the. Boat itni tez hil rahi thi ki lag raha tha har agle second ulat jaayegi.
Vikram leak ko dabane ki aakhri koshish kar raha tha, par unchi lehron ke samne uski muscular strength bhi chhoti pad rahi thi.
Is poore khaufnak chaos aur toofaan mein... woh dono yeh notice nahi kar paaye ki piche aane wali woh aadiwasi canoe achanak ruk gayi thi. Un aadiwasiyon ne apni boat ki speed kam ki... aur dhere-dheere use wapas doosre island ki taraf mod diya.
Aadiwasi shikaari achhi tarah jaante the.
*Yeh tisra island unke clan ke liye 'Forbidden Island' (Manahit Ilaka) tha.*
Is island ke chaaro taraf samundar ke neeche sharp, nukteli rocks aur hidden coral reefs (chhupi hui chatanen) thin, jo kisi bhi boat ke wooden frame ko second-on mein phaad kar dooba deti thin. Mausam kharab hone par is island ke paas jana seedha maut ko bulawa dena tha.
Unke generations se chale aa rahe aadiwasi qanoon ke hisaab se, is island par sirf ek hi haalat mein qadam rakha ja sakta tha—*Purnima (Full Moon) ki raat*, jab samundar bilkul shaant hota tha aur aasmaan par chaand ki safed roshni reefs ko clear dikhati thi. Baaki dino mein, khas taur par is tarah ke toofani mausam mein, koi bhi aadiwasi is island ke paas jaane ki jurrat nahi karta tha.
Isliye un aadiwasiyon ne unka peecha chhod diya aur wapas laut gaye.
Lekin Vikram aur Priya ko is secret ke baare mein kuch pata nahi tha.
Woh sirf itna dekh pa rahe the ki samundari kinaara bilkul paas hai, aur unki boat paani se bhar kar doobne ki kagar par hai. Baarish, lehren aur lehron ka bahaav unhe khaufnak tarike se island ke pattharon ki taraf dhakel raha tha.
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Vikram ne apne jism ki aakhri mardana taqat lagayi aur boat ko pattharon ke beech se kisi tarah retli beach ki taraf push kiya.
*BOOM!*
Ek vishalkay lehr ne unki canoe ko utha kar zordar dhang se zameen par patak diya. Boat aadhi toot gayi, aur paani se bhar gayi.
"UTAR! PRIYA! KINARE PAR BHAAGO!" Vikram ne cheekhte hue kah.
Dono ne toofani paani aur mukhla dhar baarish mein struggle karte hue boat se kooda aur ret par aakar apne jismon ko khainch kar aage le gaye. Boat ab aadhi ret mein aur aadhi doobi hui paani mein padi thi. Dono ke haath-paanv thand aur thakan se thar-thar kaamp rahe the, saansen phool rahi thin, aur jism poori tarah se bheega hua tha.
Priya ne geeli sand par baith kar piche mud kar dekha. Baarish aur kaale samundar ke alawa piche koi boat nazar nahi aa rahi thi.
Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ka haath dabocha. Uski aawaaz mein ek thaki hui relief thi: "Abhi ke liye... hum safe hain, Priya."
Lekin un dono ko zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki jis island par unhone qadam rakha tha... woh aadiwasiyon ka sabse khaufnak *Forbidden Island* tha.
Yeh ek aisa ilaka tha jahan shallow nukteli chatanen, dangerous waters aur anjaan khauf basa hua tha—jahan local aadiwasi bhi sirf Purnima ki raat aane ki jurrat karte the.
Ab woh dono yahan the—ek khaufnak toofani raat, ek doobti hui tooti boat, aur ek aisi zameen par jiska sach unki zindagi ko hamesha ke liye badal dene wala tha.
Boat se utarte hi thand ne unhe buri tarah jakad liya tha. Dono ke saare kapde bheege hue the aur jism thar-thar kaamp rahe the. Raat ka gehra andhera, mukhla dhar baarish aur ek anjaan, forbidden island—in sabhi cheezon ne mil kar unke andar ke khauf ko do-guna kar diya tha.
Vikram ne ek second gawaaye bina Priya ka haath pakda aur shore par bane bade-bade pattharon ke beech ek aisi jagah dhoondhi jahan baarish ke chhinte seedhe na aa sakein. Wahan ek chhote se dry patch par dono ne poori raat guzaari. Neend ka toh sawaal hi paida nahi hota tha. Jungle se aane wali har ek aahat par Vikram apne haath mein pakde us sharp wooden spear ko aur tightly dabocha leta. Priya uske bare, broad chest se poori raat chipki rahi, uski garam saansen Vikram ke shoulder par phisal rahi thin.
Subah jab sooraj nikla, toh mausam poori tarah se shaant ho chuka tha. Aasmaan bilkul saaf aur neela tha.
Dono ne dhere-dheere is naye island ko explore karna shuru kiya. Yeh island pehle dono islands se kafi bada aur lush green tha. Ghane ped, unchi pahadiyan, aur jab woh jungle ke thoda andar gaye... toh unhe ek saaf, shaffaf mitha paani ki lake (jheel) mili. Fresh water dekhte hi dono ki aankhen khushi se chamak uthin. Unhone paani mein chehra daal kar pet bhar kar paani peeya—mahino baad aisa saaf aur thanda paani unhe mila tha.
Thodi door jungle ke andar wild boars ke footprints bane hue the, aur pedon par chhote birds ki chahchahat aa rahi thi. Iska matlab tha ki yahan khana dhoondna baaki islands se kahin zyada asaan hone wala tha. Shore ke ek kone par unhe ek purane jahaz ya badi boat ka wreckage (malba) mil gaya. Usme se sookhi, majboot lakdiya, kuch rassi (ropes) aur ek-do iron containers nikal aaye.
"Yahan... yahan hum Lambay waqt tak survive kar sakte hain, Priya," Vikram ne saalon baad pehli baar apni aawaaz mein ek halki si umeed aur garmaahat ke sath kaha.
Priya ne lake ke paani se apne haath-mooh dhote hue sar haan mein hilaaya. "Haan, Vikram... yeh jagah pehle walo se kahin zyada shaant aur safe lag rahi hai."
Unhone bina waqt gawaaye usi din se apna naya aashiyana banana shuru kar diya. Vikram ne un purane wooden planks aur bamboo ki madad se lake ke paas hi ek behad strong aur bada hut banaya. Priya ne uski poori madad ki—sookhi ghass aur bade patton ko arrange karna, hut ke floor ko saaf karna. Khane ke liye Vikram ne jungle mein ek simple boar trap lagaya aur kuch taaza jungle ke fruits tode. Pehli baar saalon baad unke pet mein solid, aachha khana gaya tha.
Agle paanch-chhe din behad sukoon aur mehnat mein guzre.
Dino mein woh dono island ko aur zyada explore karte, apne hut ko aur behtar banate, aur aage ke liye khana store karte. Dimaag mein ek halki si alertness hamesha rehti ki kahin aadiwasi na aa jayein... lekin yahan koi nahi aaya. Unhe nahi pata tha ki yeh *Forbidden Island* tha, isliye aadiwasi iski sarhadon se door hi rehte the.
Lekin raaton mein... mahol bilkul alag hi roop lene laga tha.
Ab extreme starvation aur maut ka darr khatam ho chuka tha, isliye pehle wali woh laachhari ya majboori thodi kam hone lagi thi. Lekin us majboori ke khatam hote hi, unke beech ek behad teekha, mard-aurat ka aakarshan (attraction) ubhar kar samne aa gaya tha.
Din mein kaam karte waqt agar accidental touch hota, toh dono ek second ke liye freeze ho jaate. Priya jab lake par kapde dhone ya paani lene jhukti, toh Vikram ki kaali, gehri nazrein uske bhari-bhari D-cup breasts aur uski patli waist ke curves par tiki rehtin. Priya bhi ab Vikram ki broad chest, uske muscular biceps aur uski protective nature ko dekh kar andar hi andar ek ajeeb sa nasha feel karti thi.
Raat ko hut ke andar sote waqt, ab woh pehle se kahin zyada qareeb aur azaadi se sote. Priya apna sar Vikram ke bare chest par rakhti, aur Vikram ka ek bhaari haath Priya ki patli waist ke soft curve par rehta. Dono achhi tarah jaante the ki ab yeh sirf basic survival nahi raha... unke jism ek doosre ke pyaar aur hawas ke mohaj ban chuke the.
Priya ke dimaag mein kabhi-kabhi guilt ki halki si kiran aati—uske pati Raj ka chehra, uska beta Arjun... Lekin jab Vikram use apni strong baahon mein pakadta, uske zakhmon ka khayal rakhta, uske liye shikaar karta... toh Priya ka dil aur jism poori tarah se pighal jata.
Panchvi raat **Purnima (Full Moon)** ki thi.
Poora island chodhvi ke chaand ki dhoodhiya safed roshni mein jagmaga raha tha. Samundar bilkul shaant tha, aur hawa mein jungle ke phoolon ki mithi mehak ghuli hui thi.
Priya hut ke bahar ek bade patthar par baithi hui thi, uske haath mein waterproof pouch se nikala hua woh black walkie-talkie tha. Chaand ki roshni uske 42 saal ke voluptuous jism par pad rahi thi, jis se uske D-cup breasts aur uski gori neck behad khoobsurat chamak rahe the. Usne frequency dial ghumaya aur dhere-dheere bolna shuru kiya, jaise woh har raat karti thi:
"Arjun... mera bacha... Mumma ek naye island par hai. Yeh bohot bada aur safe hai... Yahan saaf paani hai, khana bhi mil raha hai. Vikram... woh abhi bhi mere sath hai beta. Woh mera bohot khayal rakhta hai, mujhe protect karta hai... Main bilkul theek hoon Arjun. Tum tension mat lena... Papa ko bolna main zinda hoon..."
Priya ki aawaaz behad soft, mithi aur emotional thi.
Tabhi... achanak uske seene mein ek teekhi, garajti hui paining lehr uthi. Uske dono D-cup breasts continuos rich food aur hormonal changes ki wajah se ek baar phir se behad bhari, tight aur doodh se poori tarah bhar chuke the. Saalon se chhooti hui nursing ki wajah se, breasts ka pressure behad tez ho gaya tha.
Priya ke honton se ek involuntary, dard-bhari soft sound nikli: *"Ahhh... kitna dard ho raha hai... Mmmm..."*
Vikram hut ke andar se bahar nikal kar aaya. Usne ek nazar mein Priya ke un bhari breasts aur uski nam aankhon ko dekh kar sab samajh liya. Bina koi faltu baat kiye, Vikram dhere se Priya ke piche aakar patthar par baith gaya. Usne Priya ko apne bare, broad chest ka sahara diya, aur apne haathon se uske jute ke kapde ko neeche saraka diya.
Priya ke dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts chaandni ki safed roshni mein poori tarah khul gaye—garam, suje hue, tight, aur nipples par safed doodh ke drops chamak rahe the.
Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ke right breast ko apne haath mein liya, aur apne garam, choude honton ko uske dark-brown nipple par set karke deep, slow aur hungry pulls se doodh peena shuru kar diya.
*Schluurrrpp... Schluurrrpp...*
Priya ke honton se turant ek behad rasili, arousing moan nikal gayi: *"Mmmhh... ahh... Vikram... dhere..."*
Vikram ne apne left haath se Priya ke left breast ko neeche se dabocha, uske thumb se left erect nipple ko gently press kiya, jabki muh se right breast ka doodh poori shiddat se choos raha tha.
Priya ki rasili siskiyan aur moans us chaandni raat mein phailne lagin—halki, continuous, aur ab poori tarah se uncontrollable: *"Mmmhh... ahh... dhere... AHHH... Mmmm..."*
Priya ka walkie-talkie abhi bhi uske kaampte haath mein tha... aur uska microphone poori tarah ON tha.
Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke us 3BHK flat ke dark room mein.
19 saal ka Arjun usi waqt apne bed par baitha hua walkie-talkie ko kaan se lagaye hue tha. Achanak... static noise clear hui aur uski maa ki behad saaf, pyari aawaaz speaker se bahar aayi:
*...naye island par hai... Vikram... protect karta hai... main theek hoon beta...*
Arjun ka dil seene mein kisi paagal janwar ki tarah dhadakne laga. Usne jhatke se volume knob ko FULL par ghuma diya.
Phir... usne speaker se aane wali agli aawaaz suni:
*"Ahh... kitna dard ho raha hai..."*
Uske turant baad... ek behad clear, wet aur deep sucking sound gunji—*Schluurrrpp... Schluurrrpp...*
And then... uski apni sagi maa ki behad rasili, arousing aur shiddat se bhari moans speaker par live bajne lagin:
*"Mmmhh... ahh... Vikram... dhere... AHHH... Mmmm..."*
Arjun ke haath thar-thar kaampne lage. Uski aankhon se garma-garam aansu nikal kar uske gaalon par behne lage.
Lekin... usi microsecond mein... ek behad khaufnak aur ganda haadsa hua. Uski maa ki un rasili siskiyon aur sucking sounds ko sun kar... Arjun ka apna lund uske shorts ke andar bina kisi control ke poori tarah se rock-hard ho kar khada ho gaya!
Trauma, gehra darr, behad confusion, aur ek behad dirty, unwanted sexual arousal—in sabhi cheezon ne Arjun ke dimaag ko ek saath phad kar rakh diya. Uska apna jism apni hi maa ki moans par react kar raha tha!
Arjun ke hont kaampe, usne rone aur ghabrahat ke beech dhere se badbadaaya:
"Mumma... yeh kya... yeh wahan kya ho raha hai...? Aap... aap uske sath kya kar rahi ho Mumma...?"
Lekin doosri taraf... island par Priya ko apne bete ki yeh toot i hui aawaaz bilkul sunai nahi di. Device ka speaker weak tha, aur woh is waqt Vikram ke muh ki garmi, uske honton ki chusayi aur apni hi rasili moans ke nashe mein poori tarah khoyi hui thi.
Arjun ne us walkie-talkie ko apne dono haathon se kas ke pakad liya. Uski aankhon se behad tezi se aansu beh rahe the, lekin uska lund uski shorts ke piche ekdam tight aur erect tha. Woh samajh nahi pa raha tha ki woh apni maa ke is paap par roye... ya apne hi jism ke is gande reaction par sharminda ho.
Us raat, Purnima ki chaandni mein...
Ek taraf island par maa apne naye protector ke muh mein apna doodh pilate hue rasili moans nikaal rahi thi...
Aur doosri taraf hazaron miles door, uska beta woh moans sun raha tha—dil poori tarah se toota hua, aur jism gande tarike se betray karta hua.
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Pandrah din guzar chuke the us Forbidden Island par.
Is bade, lush green island ne unhe zindagi aur sukoon ki ek aisi kiran di thi jisne unke jismon aur dimaag ko badal kar rakh diya tha. Shiddat bhari bhookh (starvation) ab poori tarah se khatam ho chuki thi. Saaf mitha paani, lake se milne wali taaza machhliyan, jungle ke taaza fruits aur Vikram ke boar trap se milne wale solid meat ne unke jismon ko phir se pehle jaisa taja-dam kar diya tha.
Priya ke 42 saal ke mature jism par pehle wala gora, rasila glow wapas aa gaya tha. Starvation se jo uska jism sukh gaya tha, ab usne halka sa weight gain kar liya tha—uske soft, voluptuous curves phir se fill hone lage the. Uski patli kamar, uski choudee rounded hips aur uske heavy D-cup breasts ab aur bhi zyada aakarshak, ripe aur arousing lagne lage the.
Vikram ke 6'2" ke muscular frame par bhi uski purani solid, chattan jaisi strength wapas aa chuki thi. Uski broad chest, uske biceps aur uski beard wala rugged face ab kisi trained jungle king jaisa dikhta tha. Dono ke chehron se maut aur bhookh ka khauf poori tarah mita chuka tha.
Aur sabse badi baat—ab woh is island par poori tarah se safe feel karne lage the. Koi aadiwasi yahan nahi aaya tha. Yeh island ab unka apna ek chhota sa aashiyana ban chuka تھا۔
Us subah, sunoah ki mulayam sunehri roshni jab jungle ke ghane pedon se chhan kar aayi, Priya ne decide kiya ki woh aaj mitha paani ki lake par ja kar poori tarah se nahaayegi. Saalon se chal rahe is khaufnak sangharsh ke baad, uske jism ko taazgi ki behad zaroorat thi.
Usne hut ke bahar aag sambhaal rahe Vikram se kaha, "Main... main lake par ja rahi hoon nahaane. Thodi der mein laut aungi."
Vikram ne apni kaali, gehri aankhon se use dekha aur ek halka sa nod kiya. Uski nazrein Priya ke un haseen curves par ek second ke liye tikin, par usne kuch nahi bola.
Priya jungle ke beech se hoti hui us shaffaf, saaf lake ke kinare pahunchi.
Purnima ke baad subah ki soft light paani ke shaffaf aine par gir kar chamak rahi thi. Priya ne lake ke kinare khade hokar, ek-ek karke apne jism par se un phate hue kapdon ko utaar kar zameen par rakh diya.
Priya ab bilkul, poori tarah se nangi thi.
Uska 42 saal ka mature, gora aur voluptuous jism subah ki roshni mein kisi khoobsurat apsara jaisa chamak raha tha. Usne dhere-dheere apne gore paanv lake ke thande, mitha paani mein rakhe. Paani uske takhno se hota hua uski gori thighs tak aaya. Priya ne ek gehri, sukoon bhari saans li aur paani mein aur deep chali gayi—jab tak ki paani uski patli waist aur uske heavy breasts ke neeche tak nahi aa gaya.
Priya ne apne lambe, kaale baalon ko khol kar paani mein bheego diya. Usne apne dono haathon mein paani bhar kar apne gale, apni collarbone aur apne un heavy, rasile D-cup breasts par dala. Uske breasts paani ke chhinte lagte hi aur zyada tight aur erect ho gaye. Usne apne haathon se apne flat pet, apni gori thighs aur unke beech ki wet, soft jagah ko behad sukoon se saaf kiya. Paani uski smooth, gori skin par motiyon ki tarah phisal raha tha.
Woh paani ke beechon-beech khadi thi, apni aankhen kas ke band kiye hue, saalon baad mili is aazaadi aur taazgi ko feel kar rahi thi...
Tabhi... usne paani ke andar aur sand par kisi ke aane ki aahat suni—Splsshh... Splsshh...
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Priya ne jhatke se apni aankhen kholin.
Vikram lake ke kinare khada tha. Uski kaali, gehri aur aag jaisi bhookhi nazrein Priya ke us nange, gore aur paani se bheege hue jism par tiki hui thin. Usne Priya ko poori tarah se nange dekh liya tha.
Priya ka poora jism sharm aur ek teekhe jhatke se kaamp utha. Usne turant apne dono haathon ko cross karke apne heavy D-cup breasts ko dabocha aur apni thighs ko aapas mein chipka kar apne lower part ko chhupane ki nakam koshish ki. Lekin lake ka paani itna shaffaf aur saaf tha ki paani ke andar se bhi uske gore jism ka har ek curve bilkul clear dikh raha tha.
Vikram ne ek lafz bhi nahi bola. Usne apne waist-cloth ko utaar kar kinare par patak diya.
Vikram ab khud poori tarah se nanga tha. Uska 6'2" ka muscular, rugged jism aur uske thighs ke beech dangling karta hua uska thick, heavy erection poori tarah khula hua tha. Vikram ne dhere-dheere lake ke thande paani mein qadam rakha aur Priya ki taraf badhna shuru kiya.
Splsshh... Splsshh...
Priya ki saans uske gale mein hi phans kar reh gayi. Uska dil seene mein kisi dhol ki tarah pitne laga. Usne piche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin uske paanv lake ki ret mein jam chuke the.
Vikram dhere-dheere aage badhta hua, bilkul Priya ke samne aakar khada ho gaya. Paani unki waist tak tha. Dono ke nange jismon ke beech ab sirf do inch ka faasla tha. Vikram ke jism se aati raw mardana garmi paani ke thandak ko mita rahi thi.
Priya ne apni nazrein neeche jhuka kar rakhin. Uske dono haath ab bhi uske heavy breasts ko tightly dabocha hue the.
Vikram ne dhere se apni gehri, garajti aur arousing aawaaz mein kaha:
"Priya... meri taraf dekho."
Priya ne kaampte hue dhere se apni nam aankhen uthayin. Vikram ki kaali, gehri aankhon mein ek behad gehra, hungry, par sath hi ek behad sincere mardana jazba chamak raha tha.
"Hum is island par pichle pandrah dino se hain, Priya," Vikram ne behad low, firm voice mein bolna shuru kiya. "Aur meri zindagi ke... 12 saalon baad pehli baar maine kisi aurat ko chhua hai, kisi ke jism ko feel kiya hai. Phir tu meri zindagi mein aayi. Humne sath mein maut dekhi, aadiwasiyon ka khauf dekha, extreme bhookh dekhi... sab kuch face kiya hai."
Vikram thoda aur aage jhuk gaya. Uski garam saans Priya ke wet honton se takranay lagi.
"Aur is sab ke beech... jo humare jismon ke beech hua—tera woh doodh, tera woh mera lund chusna, tera mera cum nigalna, aur teri woh rasili moans... Hum dono jaante hain ki woh sirf bhookh nahi thi, Priya. Tera jism mujhe chahta hai, aur mera jism tujhe chahta hai."
Priya ke hont kaampe. Uske gaalon par garma-garam aansu behne lage. Usne apne breasts par se apne haath nahi hataye.
"Main jaanta hoon tu mujhe attract karti hai, Priya," Vikram ne aage kaha, uski aawaaz mein ek chattan jaisi mardana zid thi. "Yahan koi bahar ki duniya nahi hai, Priya. Koi rules nahi hain, koi qanoon nahi hai. Main chahta hoon ki tu meri ho jaye. Meri aurat. Meri biwi. Hum is island par bina kisi pandit ya shadi ke, apne dil se ek doosre ke 'husband-wife' ban sakte hain. Main tujhe protect karunga, tujhe rani bana kar rakhunga... Tu bas meri ho ja, Priya."
Vikram ke yeh lafz Priya ke dil aur jism par kisi pighle hue sone ki tarah gire. Uska dil zordar dhang se dhadak raha tha. Uske samne yeh 6'2" ka strong, hero mard khada tha jisne use har maut se bachaya tha. Uska jism is mard par kitni baar respond kar chuka tha... Lekin usi microsecond mein... Priya ke dimaag mein uske pati Raj ka chehra aaya. Uske 19 saal ke bete Arjun ki pyari smile aayi. Uska Mumbai ka ghar, uski sanskriti, uski pehchaan...
Priya ne rone ke beech behad shiddat se apna sar nakar mein hilaaya:
"Nahi... nahi Vikram... main yeh nahi kar sakti!" Priya ki aawaaz rone se phat gayi, usne apni nazrein piche khainchne ki koshish ki. "Main... main kisi aur ki biwi hoon! Maine Raj ke sath saat phere liye hain! Mera ek 19 saal ka beta hai Arjun... Main unhe nahi bhool sakti, Vikram! Main yeh sab nahi chahti... mujhe mere ghar wapas jaana hai! Mujhe mere bete ke paas jaana hai!"
Priya ne foot-foot kar rona shuru kar diya.
Vikram ne Priya ke un lafzon ko suni. Usne dekha ki Priya ke muh se 'Nahi' nikal raha hai, par uski aankhon mein ek behad gehra mardana aakarshan aur struggle chamak raha tha.
Vikram ne bina ek lafz bole, apne dono bade, rough haathon ko aage badhaya aur Priya ke haathon ko uske heavy breasts par se gently hata diya.
Ah!
Priya ka poora nanga, gora jism ab paani ke andar aur bahar Vikram ke samne poori tarah se khula hua tha.
Vikram ne aage badh kar apne dono haathon ko Priya ki patli, wet waist par rakha aur use zordar dhang se khainch kar apne nange jism se poori tarah chipka liya.
FLUSH!
Priya ke dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts Vikram ke solid, muscular chest par tightly press ho gaye. Vikram ka rock-hard, lamba aur thick erection paani ke andar seedha Priya ke flat, gore pet aur uski wet, soft chut par press ho gaya.
Priya ke honton se ek behad rasili, arousing gasp nikli: "Ahhh... Vikram...!" Lekin usne piche hatne ki koi koshish nahi ki.
Vikram ne Priya ke wet honton ke bilkul paas apna chehra laya. "Tu jo muh se bol rahi hai, Priya... woh tera dimaag aur tera guilt bol raha hai. Lekin tera yeh nanga jism... yeh mere liye sulag raha hai."
Aur uske turant baad... Vikram ne apne honton ko Priya ke wet, kaampte hue honton par dabocha aur use ek behad gehari, hungry aur passionate KISS kar liya.
Mmmmmmm...!
Yeh unke beech pehli poori tarah se intentional, mardana aur arousing kiss thi. Vikram ne Priya ke lower lip ko apne daanton se halka sa dabaaya, aur apni garam tongue ko Priya ke muh ke andar ghusa kar uske swaad ko choosna shuru kar diya.
Priya ne pehle do second ke liye ghabra kar resist karne ki koshish ki, par agle hi pal... uska 42 saal ka mature jism poori tarah se pighal gaya. Priya ne apne dono haath Vikram ke broad, muscular shoulders par lapet liye aur Vikram ki is deep kiss ka poori shiddat se jawab dena shuru kar diya!
Mmmph... Slurp... Mmmm...
Lake ke shaffaf paani ke beech, unke nange jism ek doosre se lipte hue the. Vikram ki tongue Priya ki tongue se takraa rahi thi, aur Vikram ke haath paani ke andar Priya ke soft, rounded ass ko dabocha kar use apne rock-hard erection par aur kas ke press kar rahe the.
Kai minutes tak yeh behad hot, wet aur passionate kiss chalti rahi.
Jab dono saans lene ke liye ek doosre se alag hue, toh dono ki saansen behad tez chal rahi thin. Priya ke hont swollen aur laal ho chuke the, aur uski aankhen mardana hawas aur aakarshan se nam thin.
Priya ab bhi Vikram ke nange jism se poori tarah chipki hui thi, uski D-cup breasts Vikram ke ribs par pressed the. Usne rone aur haafte hue Vikram ke chest par apna sar tika diya.
"Main... main muh se 'Haan' nahi keh sakti, Vikram..." Priya ne behad dhiemi, rasili aawaaz mein kaha. "Please... mujhe force mat karo... Main behad confuse hoon... main apne pati aur bete ke liye behad guilty feel kar rahi hoon... Lekin... lekin main tujhe apne jism se door bhi nahi kar pa rahi hoon..."
Vikram ne Priya ke maathe par apna forehead tika diya. Usne Priya ke nange jism ko apni baahon mein aur kas liya.
"Main tujhe force nahi karunga, Priya," Vikram ne behad low, garajti aawaaz mein kaha. "Lekin main ab rukne wala bhi nahi hoon. Tu dekhna... ek din tu khud apne muh se meri banegi. Tera yeh jism pehle hi mera ho chuka hai... ab tera dil bhi dhere-dheere mera hi hoga."
Priya ne apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin.
Lake ke thande paani mein unke nange jism ab bhi ek doosre se poori tarah se lipte hue the. Vikram ke kiss ka taste ab bhi Priya ke honton par lapat raha tha. Guilt uske dil mein aag ki tarah sulag raha tha... Lekin uske jism ke andar ek behad garam, dangerous aur forbidden satisfaction phail chuki thi.
Woh dono us shaffaf lake ke paani mein khade rahe—ek doosre ke nange jismon se lipte hue, confused, aag mein jalte hue... aur ek aisi sarhad ke bilkul kinare par khade, jo ab kisi bhi pal poori tarah se tootne wali thi.
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Ek poora mahina guzar gaya tha us Forbidden Island par.
Is ek mahine ke lambe arse mein is chhote se sansar ki poori kaya hi badal chuki thi. Dono ke jism ab poori tarah se healthy, strong aur pehle se kahin zyada aakarshak ho chuke the.
Regular mitha paani, lake se milne wali taaza machhliyan, jungle ke rasile fruits aur Vikram ke dwara kiye gaye shikaar ne unke andar ki weakness ko poori tarah mita diya tha.
Priya ke 42 saal ke mature jism par pehle wala gora, rasili glow poori tarah laut aaya tha. Uski skin ekdam saaf aur chamakdar ho chuki thi, uske lambe kaale baal ab uski kamar tak lehraate the, aur uske soft, voluptuous curves—uski patli waist, uske choudee rounded hips aur uske bhari D-cup breasts—pehle se bhi zyada ripe aur arousing ho chuke the.
Vikram ke 6'2" ke muscular body ne bhi apni purani solid, chattan jaisi shape pakad li thi. Uska broad chest, uske biceps aur uski beard wala rugged face ab kisi jungle ke predator jaisa lagta tha.
Hut ko ab ek behad strong, mazboot aashiyane mein badal diya gaya tha. Aag surakshit thi, khana store ho raha tha, aur bahar se aadiwasiyon ka koi danger nahi aaya tha. Is Forbidden Island ne unhe poori tarah se sw स्वीकार kar liya tha.
Lekin is suraksha aur sehat ke sath... unke beech ek behad ajeeb, teekha aur tanaav-bhara faasla bhi aa gaya tha.
Lake wale us gehre proposal aur passionate kiss wale din ke baad se, Priya ne andar hi andar ghabra kar Vikram se ek intentional, soch-samajh kar distance bana li thi.
Woh Vikram ke sath din mein kaam karti, uske liye khana banati, lake se paani laati... lekin raat ko hut ke andar sote waqt ab woh pehle jaisi usse tightly nahi chipakti thi. Woh apne aur Vikram ke beech ek invisible sarhad banaye rakhti. Unki baat-cheet behad limited ho chuki thi. Jab kabhi unki nazrein aapas mein miltin, toh Priya turant apni nam aankhen neeche jhuka leti.
Guilt uske andar kisi zehrili aag ki tarah sulag raha tha. Lake par Vikram ke dwara diya gaya woh deep kiss, uski garam tongue ka swaad, uske woh lafz—"Main chahta hoon tu meri ho jaye... Meri biwi..."—sab kuch Priya ke dimaag mein din-raat ghoomte rehte. Uska jism Vikram ko chahta hai, yeh baat woh khud se bhi chhupa nahi pa rahi thi... Lekin uska sanskar, uska pati Raj aur uska beta Arjun use yeh faisla lene se rok rahe the.
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Vikram Priya ke is badle hue vyavahar aur distance ko behad saaf taur par feel kar raha tha. Aur uske andar ki saalon se soyi hui mardana bhookh din-ba-din behad tezi se badhti ja rahi thi.
Ek dopahar, unhone is island se nikalne ki aakhri koshish ki.
Vikram ne kai dinon ki mehnat ke baad us purani, tooti hui tribal canoe ko jaise-taise repair kiya tha. Dono ne mil kar us boat ko paani mein dhakela. Lekin jaise hi boat shore se thodi door gehre paani mein gayi, woh samundar ke neeche chhupi hui sharp coral reefs (chatanon) mein ja kar atak gayi.
Neeche itne teekhe aur ghane corals the ki woh boat ki lakdi ko chhinne lage. Boat na aage badh sakti thi, aur na hi piche aa sakti thi. Vikram ne paani mein kood kar gehraai mein ja kar dekha—is poore island ke chaaro taraf samundar ke neeche sharp corals ki ek vishalkay ring bani hui thi.
Vikram paani se bahar nikla, uska chehra behad gambhir aur thaka hua tha. Usne shore par khadi Priya se kaha:
"Hum yahan permanently atak gaye hain, Priya. Yeh island chaaro taraf se teekhe coral reefs se ghera hua hai. Koi bhi chhoti boat ya wooden raft yahan se bahar nahi nikal sakti... aur koi badi ship is island ke paas nahi aa sakti kyunki woh reefs se takra kar doob jaayegi. Isliye yeh island Forbidden tha."
Priya ka chehra ekdam se gir gaya. Uski saans atak gayi. "Matlab... hum... hum kabhi yahan se bahar nahi ja sakte? Hum hamesha ke liye yahan phans gaye hain?!"
Vikram ne behad dhiemi, garajti aawaaz mein apna sar haan mein hilaaya. "Haan. Walkie-talkie par bhi koi response nahi hai. Bahar ki duniya se is island ka har ek link toot chuka hai. Koi hume dhoondne nahi aayega, Priya... Kabhi nahi."
Yeh kadwa sach dono ke dimaag mein kisi pathar ki tarah baith gaya. Woh hamesha ke liye is sunsaan island par akele the.
Us din ke baad se, Vikram ka behaviour aur uski aankhon ki chamak dhere-dheere badalne lagi. Uske andar ki suppressed mardana urges ab wapas poore force ke sath ubharne lagin. 12 saalan ke lambe arse ke baad, ek itni khoobsurat, ripe aur rasili 42 saal ki mature aurat uske samne thi—jisne use apna milk pilaya tha, jisne uska gaadha cum nigala tha, jisne use lake par passionate kiss ka jawab diya tha... Aur ab wohi aurat usse door bhaag rahi thi.
Yeh baat Vikram ke andar ke mard ko paagal kar rahi thi. Usne apne dimaag mein yeh faisla kar liya tha—woh Priya ko har haal mein apna banaye-ga. Chaahe dhere-dheere, chaahe kisi bhi tarah. Woh use kisi bhi keemat par khona nahi chahta tha.
Isi dopahar, Vikram jungle ke ek behad ghane aur anjaan hisse mein gaya. Uske dimaag mein continuously yahi plan chal raha tha ki kaise Priya ki resistance ko toda jaye, kaise use wapas apne jism ke qareeb laya jaye.
Chalte-chalte, usne ek ghani jhadhi par ajeeb se berries (phal) dekhe. Woh laal-kaale rang ke, chhote aur rasile the. Vikram ne is island par aise berries pehle kabhi nahi dekhe the. Usne socha ki shayad yeh koi naye jungle fruits hain jo jism ko energy denge. Usne 8-10 berries tod kar apne muh mein daal liye. Unka taste behad meetha aur teekha tha. Usne kuch aur berries tod kar apne paas rakh liye.
Vikram ko zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki woh berries kya the.
Woh is Forbidden Island par ugne wale ek behad rare aur dangerous wild aphrodisiac berries the. Purane zamane mein aadiwasi unhe "Aag ke Phal" kehte the. Khaane ke baad, woh insani jism ke andar ek behad uncontrollable, teekhi mardana hawas (sexual arousal) paida kar dete the—kisi jungli janwar ki tarah. Unhe khane ke baad dimaag ka control poori tarah mita jata tha, aur jism mein sirf ek hi bhookh bachti thi—Chudai aur Aurat par Kabza (Possession). Iska effect shaam hote-hote apne peak par pahunchta tha.
Vikram ne un berries ko bina jaane kha liya tha.
Us raat Purnima (Full Moon) thi.
Aasmaan par poora chaand nikal aaya tha, aur poora island chodhvi ke chaand ki safed, sunehri roshni mein naha raha تھا.
Priya hut ke bahar ek bade patthar par baithi hui thi, uske haath mein wahi black walkie-talkie tha. Pichle ek mahine se woh lagbhag har raat is par bolne ki koshish karti thi. Aaj bhi usne power switch ON kiya aur dhere-dheere bolna shuru kiya, jaise woh apne bete se nahi, balki khud se baat kar rahi ho:
"Arjun... mera bacha... aaj phir se ek poora mahina guzar gaya hai beta. Main ab bhi is anjaan island par hoon. Yahan se bahar nikalna namumkin hai... Vikram kehta hai ki ab koi hume bachane nahi aayega. Main... main behad confuse hoon Arjun. Kabhi lagta hai main hamesha ke liye yahin reh jaungi... Kabhi lagta hai main Vikram ke behad paas ja rahi hoon... jo ki behad galat hai. Main tumhare Papa ko aur tumhe kabhi nahi bhool sakti Arjun... Lekin... lekin pata nahi main kya karoon..."
Priya ki aawaaz behad emotional, soft aur rone wali thi.
Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke us 3BHK flat ke dark room mein.
19 saal ka Arjun apne bed par leta hua walkie-talkie ko kaan se chipkaye hue tha. Uski maa ki saaf, emotional aawaaz sunte hai uska dil seene mein zordar dhang se dhadakne laga. Woh bina koi aawaaz kiye chup-chap sun raha tha—uski maa ki laachhari, uska akele-pan ka dard, aur uska us anjaan mard Vikram ke baare mein sochna.
Arjun ki aankhon se garma-garam aansu nikal rahe the... Lekin uske jism ke andar ek behad khaufnak aur ganda khayal ghar kar gaya tha. Usne apni maa ke lafz sune—"Main uske paas ja rahi hoon..."—aur Arjun ke dimaag mein ek ekdam saaf, ganda picture ban gaya: Uski sagi maa ab us anjaan mard ke sath physical relation banane wali hai... Woh uske sath mate karne wali hai.
Is khayal ke aate hi, Arjun ka apna lund uske shorts ke piche ekdam rock-hard ho kar khada ho gaya. Traumatic shock aur ek behad dirty, cuckold-style arousal ne uske jism ko jaise jakad liya tha.
Wahin, Forbidden Island par... Vikram jungle ke raste se hut ki taraf wapas laut raha tha.
Un wild berries ka zehrila, aag jaisa asar ab Vikram ke poore jism mein charhne laga tha. Uska khoon ragon mein pighle hue lohe ki tarah daud raha tha. Uska thick, lamba lund uske waist-cloth ke piche bina kisi touch ke hi poori tarah se rock-hard, pulsing aur fhatne ki kagaar par aa chuka tha.
Vikram ke dimaag se sanskar, morals, aur civilized hone ki saari paratein mit chuki thin. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi picture thi—Priya ka nanga jism, uske bhari D-cup breasts, uske wet hont, uska chusa hua muh, aur uski gori, rasili chut.
Uske chalne mein ab kisi insaan ki nahi, balki ek bhookhe, paagal jungle predator ki tezi thi. Woh hut ki taraf badh raha tha, uski kaali aankhon mein ek behad dark, hungry aur uncontrollable hawas chamak rahi thi.
Chodhvi ki chaandni raat thi...
Priya walkie-talkie par apne bete se baat karti hui rone ke kagar par thi...
Mumbai mein Arjun doosri taraf apni maa ki chudai hone ke khayal se kaamp raha tha...
Aur Vikram... ab woh sharafat aur control wala mard nahi raha tha.
Aaj raat, is Forbidden Island par ek aisa toofaan aane wala tha jise koi nahi rok sakta tha.
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Chodhvi ki chaandni poori tarah se Forbidden Island par phaili hui thi. Purnima ki yeh shaffaf, sunehri raat poore jungle aur samundar ko ek dhoodhiya safed chaadar se naha rahi thi.
Priya hut ke bahar ek bade, samthal patthar par baithi hui thi, uske haath mein wahi black marine walkie-talkie tha. Is baar aasmaan saaf hone ki wajah se device ki frequency pehle se kahin zyada clear aur strong lag rahi thi.
Priya ne mic ka button dabocha aur dhere-dheere bolna shuru kiya, jaise woh har raat karti thi:
"Arjun... mera bacha... aaj signal bohot clear lag raha hai beta. Mumma ki aawaaz sunai de rahi hai kya...? Main ab bhi yahin hoon Arjun... Is island se bahar nikalna namumkin hai... Main..."
Tabhi... uske piche sookhe patton aur sand par kisi ke bhaari, teez kadmon ki aahat hui—Thud! Thud!
Priya ne jhatke se piche mud kar dekha.
Vikram khada tha. Purnima ki chaandni mein uska 6'2" ka muscular frame ek bilkul alag, khaufnak roop mein dikh raha tha—uska chest phoola hua tha, uski saansen behad bhaari, tez aur garajti hui nikal rahi thin, aur uski kaali aankhon mein ek behad dark, uncontrollable aur jaanlewa mardana hawas (animalistic hunger) chamak rahi thi.
Wild aphrodisiac berries ka zehrila asar ab Vikram ke khoon mein apne pure peak par pahunch chuka tha. Uska dimaag poori tarah se sunn ho chuka tha, aur uske waist-cloth ke piche uska thick, vishalkay erection pehle se hi kapde ko phad kar bahar aane ko beqaraar dikh raha tha.
Vikram ne bina koi b भूमिका banaye, dhere-dheere aage badhte hue, apni garajti, bhari aawaaz mein kaha:
"Priya... Main aakhri baar tujhse poocha raha hoon. Meri ban ja. Meri aurat. Meri biwi. Is island par humare apne tribal riwaaj se... Ab bahar ki koi duniya nahi bachi hai, Priya. Koi Raj nahi hai, koi samaj nahi hai. Sirf main hoon aur tu hai."
Priya ne ghabra kar zameen se uth kar piche hatne ki koshish ki. Uske chehre par gehra darr aur ek teekhi firmness dono ek sath jhalak rahe the. Usne apna sar shiddat se nakar mein hilaaya:
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Vikram... main tujhe pehle bhi bol chuki hoon! Yeh nahi ho sakta! Main kisi ki shadi-shuda biwi hoon, mere saat phere hue hain! Mera ek 19 saal ka beta hai Arjun... Main... main yeh paap nahi kar sakti, Vikram! Mujhe chhod do!"
Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke us dark 3BHK room mein.
Arjun ke walkie-talkie par pichle ek mahine mein pehli baar signal itna saaf, crisp aur clear aaya tha. Usne apni maa ka ek-ek lafz aur Vikram ki woh garajti hui mardana aawaaz bilkul saaf sun li.
Arjun ka poora jism bijli ke jhatke se kaamp utha. Uski aankhen khauf aur paagalpan se phat gayin. Usne apni poori jaan laga kar microphone ka button dabocha aur poore kamre mein chillaya:
"MUMMA! MUMMA US AADMI SE DOOR HATO! MAIN AAPKO BACHAUNGA MUMMA! MUMMA SUNO MERI AAWAZ! DOOR HATO USSE! WOH SHAI TAAN HAI!"
Lekin doosri taraf... island par Priya ke walkie-talkie ka speaker weak hone aur signal ke one-way hone ki wajah se Arjun ki yeh cheekhein island tak nahi pahunch sakin. Priya ko speaker par sirf thanda static bajta hua sunai diya: ssshhhhh... Usne socha ki har baar ki tarah yeh bhi koi radio interference hai.
Vikram ne do kadam aage badh kar Priya ke gore wrist ko kas ke dabocha aur use apni taraf khaincha.
"Tu kitni baar 'Nahi' bolegi, Priya?!" Vikram ki aawaaz mein wild berries ka nasha ubal raha tha. "Tera yeh nanga jism pehle hi mera ho chuka hai! Tera woh doodh jo maine peeya, tera woh muh jisne mera lund chusa, teri woh rasili moans, tera mere lund par apna ass rub karna... Sab mera hai! Tu meri aurat hai!"
Priya ne poori taqat laga kar apna haath chhudane ki koshish ki, uske nakhun Vikram ke haath par gade: "Nahi Vikram! Bas karo! Main yeh nahi maaungi! Mujhe chhod do!"
Tabhi... wild berries ka zehrila asar Vikram ke dimaag par poori tarah se haawi ho gaya. Control ki aakhri parat bhi toot kar bikhar gayi.
Vikram ne apne ek haath se apne waist-cloth ko zordar jhatke mein khainch kar alag patak diya.
Uska lund free hokar chaandni ke neeche bahar nikal aaya.
Woh behad lamba, vishalkay thick, taambayi rang ka erection tha—moti-moti veins aag ki tarah ubhari hui thin, aur uske heavy helmet (head) se pehle se hi clear, sticky precum ki boonden phisal kar neeche gir rahi thin. Chaandni ki safed roshni mein woh lund kisi aadiwasi weapon jaisa khaufnak dikh raha tha.
Priya ki aankhen khauf se phat kar bahar aane ko ho gayin. Uski saans ghootne lagi. "Vikram... stop... please... bas karo! Yeh kya kar rahe ho tum?!"
Vikram ne uski kisi baat ko nahi suna. Usne ek bhookhe sher ki tarah aage badh kar Priya ko dono baahon mein dabocha aur use zordar dhang se niche geeli, soft ghass par patak diya.
THUD!
Priya ka 42 saal ka mature body zameen par gira. Isse pehle ki woh uthne ki koshish karti, Vikram uske upar ghutnon ke bal aa gaya. Usne Priya ke jute ke kapde ko dono haathon se pakada aur ek hi zordar, bhayanak jhatke mein phad kar alag kar diya!
RIIIPPP!
Priya ab bilkul, poori tarah se nangi thi. Chaandni ki safed roshni mein uska gora, voluptuous jism khula pada hua tha—uske dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts, unke erect dark nipples, uska flat pet, aur uski soft, thodi si hairy pink chut... sab kuch Vikram ke samne poori tarah se expose ho chuka tha.
Priya ke dil mein behad gehra khauf aur rona utha. Yeh wahi Vikram tha jisne use aadiwasiyon se bachaya tha, jiske baahon mein woh soyi thi... Aur aaj woh use kisi shikaar ki tarah cheerne par aatuda tha. Priya ne apne dono haathon se Vikram ke broad, bare chest ko dhakela:
"Vikram stop... please... mat karo aisa... main rati hoon... main toot jaungi..."
Vikram ne jhuk kar Priya ke wet honton ko apne muh mein bhar liya aur use ek behad violent, hungry kiss kar liya!
Mmmph!
Priya ne poori taqat se resist kiya—apna chehra idhar-udhar mara, Vikram ke chest par punches maare—lekin Vikram ne Priya ke dono wrists ko pakad kar uske sar ke upar zameen par kas ke daab diya. Uski moti, garam tongue Priya ke muh ke andar ghus kar uske swaad ko choosne lagi. Priya thodi der tak struggle karti rahi, par Vikram ke 6'2" ke muscular vazan ke neeche uski saans phoolne lagi.
Vikram ne apne hont alag kiye aur Priya ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar, apni behad animalistic, garajti aawaaz mein kaha:
"Aadiwasi log tujhe le jaane wale the... Woh tujhe 'Gift from the Sea' maante the... Tu itni khoobsurat hai, Priya... itni soft aur rasili... Ab tu meri hai. Sirf meri biwi hai tu!"
Doosri taraf, Mumbai mein Arjun apne kamre mein paagalpan ki halat mein mic par chillata raha:
"MUMMA NAHI! DOOR HATO USSE! MAIN AAUNGA MUMMA! KOI MADAD BHEJO! MUMMA PLEASE!"
Lekin uski aawaaz samundar ki lehron mein kahin doob chuki thi.
Vikram ne apne us lambe, rock-hard lund ke head ko Priya ki us soft, thodi si hairy pink chut ke entrance par set kiya. Lund ki garmi aur hardness Priya ki wet entrance ko cheerne ke liye ready thi.
Priya ne darr ke maare apni badi-badi aankhen kas ke band kar lin, apne pairon ko hilane ki koshish ki:
"Vikram... nahi... woh behad bada hai... please stop—"
Vikram ne apne hips ko piche khaincha aur ek hi zordar, violent aur deep stroke mein apna poora vishalkay lund Priya ki chut ke andar aakhri inch tak utaar diya!
SLIPP-THWACK!
"AAAAAHHHHHH...!! VIKRAM...!!"
Priya ki poori rooh ko cheerte hui ek behad bhari, dard aur shiddat se bhari scream nikal kar poore island aur chaandni raat mein gunj gayi!
Saalon ke lambe arse ke baad, koi mardana lund itni shiddat aur gehraai se uski chut ke andar ghusa tha—aur woh bhi itna thick aur lamba lund! Priya ki chut ekdam se extreme level par stretch ho gayi. Gehra dard, fhatne ka ehsaas, aur ek behad teekha mardana bharav—dono ek sath uske jism mein fhat pade. Uski aankhon se garma-garam aansuon ki dhaar beh nikli. Uske nakhun Vikram ki bare back par gehre gad gaye.
Vikram ne ek hi stroke mein poora lund andar tak utaar kar wahi rok liya. Uska thick erection Priya ki chut ke aakhri kone ko touch kar raha tha. Wild berries ke nashe mein uska control zero tha. Usne Priya ki nam, dard se phati hui aankhon mein dekha:
"Ab tu meri hai, Priya... Poori tarah meri."
Priya ke honton se ab sirf ek toot i hui, rasili moan nikal rahi thi:
"Ahh... Vikram... behad... behad deep hai... AHHH..."
Chodhvi ki chaandni raat mein, us Forbidden Island par...
Pehli baar uska savior, uska protector uski chut ke andar poora ghus chuka tha.
Aur doosri taraf hazaron miles door... uska 19 saal ka beta Arjun speaker par apni sagi maa ki yeh fhatte hue cheekh aur rasili moan sun raha tha—
Dil poori tarah se toota hua, aankhen aansuon se bhari hui, aur uska apna jism ek khaufnak cuckold-arousal mein poori tarah se rock-hard erect.
Sooraj dhere-dheere samundar ki aakhri sarhad par doob raha tha, aasmaan par narangi, kaali aur khaufnak laal rangat bikhri hui thi. Tribal canoe ab bhi khule samundar ke aazaad bahaav mein aage badh rahi thi.
Vikram aur Priya lagataar boat ke us leak ko control karne ki aakhri koshish kar rahe the. Kapde aur sookhe patton ka banaya hua woh pack paani ke tez pressure se baar-baar dhila pad jata, paani andar aane lagta, aur phir dono mil kar use apne haathon se dobara andar thokte. Unke haath behad geele, thake hue aur thand se thar-thar kaamp rahe the.
"Boat mein paani aana kam ho gaya hai, par completely ruk nahi raha," Vikram ne haafte hue kaha, uske bare, muscular shoulders par pasina aur samundar ka paani chamak raha tha. "Continuous dhyan rakhna padega, nahi toh yeh canoe doob jaayegi."
Priya ne behad thaki hui aawaaz mein apna sar haan mein hilaaya. Usne thakan se peeth peeche khainchi aur jaise hi unke escape kiye hue raste par nazar daali... uska dil ekdam se baith gaya. Uski saans gale mein hi phans kar reh gayi.
Door, Horizon par ek chhoti si shape clear dikh rahi thi. Ek doosri tribal canoe. Woh bina ruke, continuous unka peecha kar rahi thi. Dheere-dheere, par ekdum pakke raste par.
"Vikram... dekh piche! Woh... woh log abhi bhi humare piche hain!" Priya ki aawaaz darr se phat gayi.
Vikram ne jhatke se mud kar dekha. Uske rugged, beard wale chehre par ek teekhi tension aa gayi. Usne zameen par pada hua lakdi ka tukda dabocha.
"Chappu... jo bhi haath mein hai, dabocho! Tez chalana hoga!"
Boat mein koi proper wooden oars nahi the—sirf ek tooti hui lakdi ka piece aur unke do nange haath. Dono ne apni bhasha aur darr ko bhool kar poori mardana aur auratana taqat se paani ko piche dhakelna shuru kiya. Canoe ki speed thodi tez hui, lekin leak ki wajah se woh pehle jaisi smooth aur fast nahi chal pa rahi thi. Paani andar dhere-dheere bhar raha tha. Priya ke shoulders aur thighs mein unbearable dard hone laga, par usne chappu marna band nahi kiya.
Thodi der baad, Vikram ne aage ki taraf ishara kiya, uski aawaaz mein ek sudden aashcharya tha.
"Wahan... aage dekho, Priya!"
Shaam ki dhundhli roshni mein thodi door ek vishalkay island nazar aa raha tha. Yeh pehle wale dono islands se kafi bada tha. Oonche-oonche ghane ped, vishalkay jungle, aur shore par bade-bade patthar. Door se dekhne par hi woh behad solid, mazboot aur resources se bhara hua lag raha tha.
"Wahan chalte hain," Vikram ne haafte hue kaha. "Yeh bada island hai. Shayad wahan fresh water aur khana better mil jaye."
Dono ne apni bhasha aur thakan ko bhool kar poori taqat laga di. Piche aane wali woh aadiwasi canoe abhi bhi dikh rahi thi, par ab unke beech ka distance thoda badh gaya tha. Priya ke dil mein saalon baad pehli baar ek sachhi, pyari umeed jag uthi—bada island... shayad wahan se koi rasta mil jaye jo unhe wapas Mumbai aur Arjun ke paas le jaye.
Lekin jaise hi unki boat us naye island ke kinare ke bilkul paas pahunchi, samundari mausam ne achanak ek khaufnak dhokha diya.
Pehle thandi hawa ki raftaar achanak toofani ho gayi. Neela aasmaan minute-on mein syah kaale badalon se ghir gaya. Ekdam se mukhla dhar heavy rain shuru ho gayi—baarish itni tez thi ki samundar par ek foot aage ka dikhna bhi namumkin ho gaya. Saath hi, samundar se 10-15 foot unchi khaufnak lehren uthne lagin.
Tribal canoe paani par kisi tinke ki tarah upar-neeche hilne-dullne lagi. Lehron ke zordar thapedon se boat mein paani bharne laga, aur neeche wala leak phat kar bada ho gaya.
"PAKDO TIGHT! PRIYA!" Vikram ne apni poori jaan laga kar cheekha.
Priya ne canoe ke wooden borders ko apne dono haathon se kas ke dabocha. Lehren uske upar toot rahi thin, uski sundress poori tarah bheege hue jism se chipak chuki thi, aur uske heavy D-cup breasts paani ke thapedon se rhythmic way mein hiltay ja rahe the. Baarish ke kankar jaise chhinte uske chehre par chubh rahe the. Boat itni tez hil rahi thi ki lag raha tha har agle second ulat jaayegi.
Vikram leak ko dabane ki aakhri koshish kar raha tha, par unchi lehron ke samne uski muscular strength bhi chhoti pad rahi thi.
Is poore khaufnak chaos aur toofaan mein... woh dono yeh notice nahi kar paaye ki piche aane wali woh aadiwasi canoe achanak ruk gayi thi. Un aadiwasiyon ne apni boat ki speed kam ki... aur dhere-dheere use wapas doosre island ki taraf mod diya.
Aadiwasi shikaari achhi tarah jaante the.
*Yeh tisra island unke clan ke liye 'Forbidden Island' (Manahit Ilaka) tha.*
Is island ke chaaro taraf samundar ke neeche sharp, nukteli rocks aur hidden coral reefs (chhupi hui chatanen) thin, jo kisi bhi boat ke wooden frame ko second-on mein phaad kar dooba deti thin. Mausam kharab hone par is island ke paas jana seedha maut ko bulawa dena tha.
Unke generations se chale aa rahe aadiwasi qanoon ke hisaab se, is island par sirf ek hi haalat mein qadam rakha ja sakta tha—*Purnima (Full Moon) ki raat*, jab samundar bilkul shaant hota tha aur aasmaan par chaand ki safed roshni reefs ko clear dikhati thi. Baaki dino mein, khas taur par is tarah ke toofani mausam mein, koi bhi aadiwasi is island ke paas jaane ki jurrat nahi karta tha.
Isliye un aadiwasiyon ne unka peecha chhod diya aur wapas laut gaye.
Lekin Vikram aur Priya ko is secret ke baare mein kuch pata nahi tha.
Woh sirf itna dekh pa rahe the ki samundari kinaara bilkul paas hai, aur unki boat paani se bhar kar doobne ki kagar par hai. Baarish, lehren aur lehron ka bahaav unhe khaufnak tarike se island ke pattharon ki taraf dhakel raha tha.
Vikram ne apne jism ki aakhri mardana taqat lagayi aur boat ko pattharon ke beech se kisi tarah retli beach ki taraf push kiya.
*BOOM!*
Ek vishalkay lehr ne unki canoe ko utha kar zordar dhang se zameen par patak diya. Boat aadhi toot gayi, aur paani se bhar gayi.
"UTAR! PRIYA! KINARE PAR BHAAGO!" Vikram ne cheekhte hue kah.
Dono ne toofani paani aur mukhla dhar baarish mein struggle karte hue boat se kooda aur ret par aakar apne jismon ko khainch kar aage le gaye. Boat ab aadhi ret mein aur aadhi doobi hui paani mein padi thi. Dono ke haath-paanv thand aur thakan se thar-thar kaamp rahe the, saansen phool rahi thin, aur jism poori tarah se bheega hua tha.
Priya ne geeli sand par baith kar piche mud kar dekha. Baarish aur kaale samundar ke alawa piche koi boat nazar nahi aa rahi thi.
Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ka haath dabocha. Uski aawaaz mein ek thaki hui relief thi: "Abhi ke liye... hum safe hain, Priya."
Lekin un dono ko zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki jis island par unhone qadam rakha tha... woh aadiwasiyon ka sabse khaufnak *Forbidden Island* tha.
Yeh ek aisa ilaka tha jahan shallow nukteli chatanen, dangerous waters aur anjaan khauf basa hua tha—jahan local aadiwasi bhi sirf Purnima ki raat aane ki jurrat karte the.
Ab woh dono yahan the—ek khaufnak toofani raat, ek doobti hui tooti boat, aur ek aisi zameen par jiska sach unki zindagi ko hamesha ke liye badal dene wala tha.
Boat se utarte hi thand ne unhe buri tarah jakad liya tha. Dono ke saare kapde bheege hue the aur jism thar-thar kaamp rahe the. Raat ka gehra andhera, mukhla dhar baarish aur ek anjaan, forbidden island—in sabhi cheezon ne mil kar unke andar ke khauf ko do-guna kar diya tha.
Vikram ne ek second gawaaye bina Priya ka haath pakda aur shore par bane bade-bade pattharon ke beech ek aisi jagah dhoondhi jahan baarish ke chhinte seedhe na aa sakein. Wahan ek chhote se dry patch par dono ne poori raat guzaari. Neend ka toh sawaal hi paida nahi hota tha. Jungle se aane wali har ek aahat par Vikram apne haath mein pakde us sharp wooden spear ko aur tightly dabocha leta. Priya uske bare, broad chest se poori raat chipki rahi, uski garam saansen Vikram ke shoulder par phisal rahi thin.
Subah jab sooraj nikla, toh mausam poori tarah se shaant ho chuka tha. Aasmaan bilkul saaf aur neela tha.
Dono ne dhere-dheere is naye island ko explore karna shuru kiya. Yeh island pehle dono islands se kafi bada aur lush green tha. Ghane ped, unchi pahadiyan, aur jab woh jungle ke thoda andar gaye... toh unhe ek saaf, shaffaf mitha paani ki lake (jheel) mili. Fresh water dekhte hi dono ki aankhen khushi se chamak uthin. Unhone paani mein chehra daal kar pet bhar kar paani peeya—mahino baad aisa saaf aur thanda paani unhe mila tha.
Thodi door jungle ke andar wild boars ke footprints bane hue the, aur pedon par chhote birds ki chahchahat aa rahi thi. Iska matlab tha ki yahan khana dhoondna baaki islands se kahin zyada asaan hone wala tha. Shore ke ek kone par unhe ek purane jahaz ya badi boat ka wreckage (malba) mil gaya. Usme se sookhi, majboot lakdiya, kuch rassi (ropes) aur ek-do iron containers nikal aaye.
"Yahan... yahan hum Lambay waqt tak survive kar sakte hain, Priya," Vikram ne saalon baad pehli baar apni aawaaz mein ek halki si umeed aur garmaahat ke sath kaha.
Priya ne lake ke paani se apne haath-mooh dhote hue sar haan mein hilaaya. "Haan, Vikram... yeh jagah pehle walo se kahin zyada shaant aur safe lag rahi hai."
Unhone bina waqt gawaaye usi din se apna naya aashiyana banana shuru kar diya. Vikram ne un purane wooden planks aur bamboo ki madad se lake ke paas hi ek behad strong aur bada hut banaya. Priya ne uski poori madad ki—sookhi ghass aur bade patton ko arrange karna, hut ke floor ko saaf karna. Khane ke liye Vikram ne jungle mein ek simple boar trap lagaya aur kuch taaza jungle ke fruits tode. Pehli baar saalon baad unke pet mein solid, aachha khana gaya tha.
Agle paanch-chhe din behad sukoon aur mehnat mein guzre.
Dino mein woh dono island ko aur zyada explore karte, apne hut ko aur behtar banate, aur aage ke liye khana store karte. Dimaag mein ek halki si alertness hamesha rehti ki kahin aadiwasi na aa jayein... lekin yahan koi nahi aaya. Unhe nahi pata tha ki yeh *Forbidden Island* tha, isliye aadiwasi iski sarhadon se door hi rehte the.
Lekin raaton mein... mahol bilkul alag hi roop lene laga tha.
Ab extreme starvation aur maut ka darr khatam ho chuka tha, isliye pehle wali woh laachhari ya majboori thodi kam hone lagi thi. Lekin us majboori ke khatam hote hi, unke beech ek behad teekha, mard-aurat ka aakarshan (attraction) ubhar kar samne aa gaya tha.
Din mein kaam karte waqt agar accidental touch hota, toh dono ek second ke liye freeze ho jaate. Priya jab lake par kapde dhone ya paani lene jhukti, toh Vikram ki kaali, gehri nazrein uske bhari-bhari D-cup breasts aur uski patli waist ke curves par tiki rehtin. Priya bhi ab Vikram ki broad chest, uske muscular biceps aur uski protective nature ko dekh kar andar hi andar ek ajeeb sa nasha feel karti thi.
Raat ko hut ke andar sote waqt, ab woh pehle se kahin zyada qareeb aur azaadi se sote. Priya apna sar Vikram ke bare chest par rakhti, aur Vikram ka ek bhaari haath Priya ki patli waist ke soft curve par rehta. Dono achhi tarah jaante the ki ab yeh sirf basic survival nahi raha... unke jism ek doosre ke pyaar aur hawas ke mohaj ban chuke the.
Priya ke dimaag mein kabhi-kabhi guilt ki halki si kiran aati—uske pati Raj ka chehra, uska beta Arjun... Lekin jab Vikram use apni strong baahon mein pakadta, uske zakhmon ka khayal rakhta, uske liye shikaar karta... toh Priya ka dil aur jism poori tarah se pighal jata.
Panchvi raat **Purnima (Full Moon)** ki thi.
Poora island chodhvi ke chaand ki dhoodhiya safed roshni mein jagmaga raha tha. Samundar bilkul shaant tha, aur hawa mein jungle ke phoolon ki mithi mehak ghuli hui thi.
Priya hut ke bahar ek bade patthar par baithi hui thi, uske haath mein waterproof pouch se nikala hua woh black walkie-talkie tha. Chaand ki roshni uske 42 saal ke voluptuous jism par pad rahi thi, jis se uske D-cup breasts aur uski gori neck behad khoobsurat chamak rahe the. Usne frequency dial ghumaya aur dhere-dheere bolna shuru kiya, jaise woh har raat karti thi:
"Arjun... mera bacha... Mumma ek naye island par hai. Yeh bohot bada aur safe hai... Yahan saaf paani hai, khana bhi mil raha hai. Vikram... woh abhi bhi mere sath hai beta. Woh mera bohot khayal rakhta hai, mujhe protect karta hai... Main bilkul theek hoon Arjun. Tum tension mat lena... Papa ko bolna main zinda hoon..."
Priya ki aawaaz behad soft, mithi aur emotional thi.
Tabhi... achanak uske seene mein ek teekhi, garajti hui paining lehr uthi. Uske dono D-cup breasts continuos rich food aur hormonal changes ki wajah se ek baar phir se behad bhari, tight aur doodh se poori tarah bhar chuke the. Saalon se chhooti hui nursing ki wajah se, breasts ka pressure behad tez ho gaya tha.
Priya ke honton se ek involuntary, dard-bhari soft sound nikli: *"Ahhh... kitna dard ho raha hai... Mmmm..."*
Vikram hut ke andar se bahar nikal kar aaya. Usne ek nazar mein Priya ke un bhari breasts aur uski nam aankhon ko dekh kar sab samajh liya. Bina koi faltu baat kiye, Vikram dhere se Priya ke piche aakar patthar par baith gaya. Usne Priya ko apne bare, broad chest ka sahara diya, aur apne haathon se uske jute ke kapde ko neeche saraka diya.
Priya ke dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts chaandni ki safed roshni mein poori tarah khul gaye—garam, suje hue, tight, aur nipples par safed doodh ke drops chamak rahe the.
Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ke right breast ko apne haath mein liya, aur apne garam, choude honton ko uske dark-brown nipple par set karke deep, slow aur hungry pulls se doodh peena shuru kar diya.
*Schluurrrpp... Schluurrrpp...*
Priya ke honton se turant ek behad rasili, arousing moan nikal gayi: *"Mmmhh... ahh... Vikram... dhere..."*
Vikram ne apne left haath se Priya ke left breast ko neeche se dabocha, uske thumb se left erect nipple ko gently press kiya, jabki muh se right breast ka doodh poori shiddat se choos raha tha.
Priya ki rasili siskiyan aur moans us chaandni raat mein phailne lagin—halki, continuous, aur ab poori tarah se uncontrollable: *"Mmmhh... ahh... dhere... AHHH... Mmmm..."*
Priya ka walkie-talkie abhi bhi uske kaampte haath mein tha... aur uska microphone poori tarah ON tha.
Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke us 3BHK flat ke dark room mein.
19 saal ka Arjun usi waqt apne bed par baitha hua walkie-talkie ko kaan se lagaye hue tha. Achanak... static noise clear hui aur uski maa ki behad saaf, pyari aawaaz speaker se bahar aayi:
*...naye island par hai... Vikram... protect karta hai... main theek hoon beta...*
Arjun ka dil seene mein kisi paagal janwar ki tarah dhadakne laga. Usne jhatke se volume knob ko FULL par ghuma diya.
Phir... usne speaker se aane wali agli aawaaz suni:
*"Ahh... kitna dard ho raha hai..."*
Uske turant baad... ek behad clear, wet aur deep sucking sound gunji—*Schluurrrpp... Schluurrrpp...*
And then... uski apni sagi maa ki behad rasili, arousing aur shiddat se bhari moans speaker par live bajne lagin:
*"Mmmhh... ahh... Vikram... dhere... AHHH... Mmmm..."*
Arjun ke haath thar-thar kaampne lage. Uski aankhon se garma-garam aansu nikal kar uske gaalon par behne lage.
Lekin... usi microsecond mein... ek behad khaufnak aur ganda haadsa hua. Uski maa ki un rasili siskiyon aur sucking sounds ko sun kar... Arjun ka apna lund uske shorts ke andar bina kisi control ke poori tarah se rock-hard ho kar khada ho gaya!
Trauma, gehra darr, behad confusion, aur ek behad dirty, unwanted sexual arousal—in sabhi cheezon ne Arjun ke dimaag ko ek saath phad kar rakh diya. Uska apna jism apni hi maa ki moans par react kar raha tha!
Arjun ke hont kaampe, usne rone aur ghabrahat ke beech dhere se badbadaaya:
"Mumma... yeh kya... yeh wahan kya ho raha hai...? Aap... aap uske sath kya kar rahi ho Mumma...?"
Lekin doosri taraf... island par Priya ko apne bete ki yeh toot i hui aawaaz bilkul sunai nahi di. Device ka speaker weak tha, aur woh is waqt Vikram ke muh ki garmi, uske honton ki chusayi aur apni hi rasili moans ke nashe mein poori tarah khoyi hui thi.
Arjun ne us walkie-talkie ko apne dono haathon se kas ke pakad liya. Uski aankhon se behad tezi se aansu beh rahe the, lekin uska lund uski shorts ke piche ekdam tight aur erect tha. Woh samajh nahi pa raha tha ki woh apni maa ke is paap par roye... ya apne hi jism ke is gande reaction par sharminda ho.
Us raat, Purnima ki chaandni mein...
Ek taraf island par maa apne naye protector ke muh mein apna doodh pilate hue rasili moans nikaal rahi thi...
Aur doosri taraf hazaron miles door, uska beta woh moans sun raha tha—dil poori tarah se toota hua, aur jism gande tarike se betray karta hua.
Pandrah din guzar chuke the us Forbidden Island par.
Is bade, lush green island ne unhe zindagi aur sukoon ki ek aisi kiran di thi jisne unke jismon aur dimaag ko badal kar rakh diya tha. Shiddat bhari bhookh (starvation) ab poori tarah se khatam ho chuki thi. Saaf mitha paani, lake se milne wali taaza machhliyan, jungle ke taaza fruits aur Vikram ke boar trap se milne wale solid meat ne unke jismon ko phir se pehle jaisa taja-dam kar diya tha.
Priya ke 42 saal ke mature jism par pehle wala gora, rasila glow wapas aa gaya tha. Starvation se jo uska jism sukh gaya tha, ab usne halka sa weight gain kar liya tha—uske soft, voluptuous curves phir se fill hone lage the. Uski patli kamar, uski choudee rounded hips aur uske heavy D-cup breasts ab aur bhi zyada aakarshak, ripe aur arousing lagne lage the.
Vikram ke 6'2" ke muscular frame par bhi uski purani solid, chattan jaisi strength wapas aa chuki thi. Uski broad chest, uske biceps aur uski beard wala rugged face ab kisi trained jungle king jaisa dikhta tha. Dono ke chehron se maut aur bhookh ka khauf poori tarah mita chuka tha.
Aur sabse badi baat—ab woh is island par poori tarah se safe feel karne lage the. Koi aadiwasi yahan nahi aaya tha. Yeh island ab unka apna ek chhota sa aashiyana ban chuka تھا۔
Us subah, sunoah ki mulayam sunehri roshni jab jungle ke ghane pedon se chhan kar aayi, Priya ne decide kiya ki woh aaj mitha paani ki lake par ja kar poori tarah se nahaayegi. Saalon se chal rahe is khaufnak sangharsh ke baad, uske jism ko taazgi ki behad zaroorat thi.
Usne hut ke bahar aag sambhaal rahe Vikram se kaha, "Main... main lake par ja rahi hoon nahaane. Thodi der mein laut aungi."
Vikram ne apni kaali, gehri aankhon se use dekha aur ek halka sa nod kiya. Uski nazrein Priya ke un haseen curves par ek second ke liye tikin, par usne kuch nahi bola.
Priya jungle ke beech se hoti hui us shaffaf, saaf lake ke kinare pahunchi.
Purnima ke baad subah ki soft light paani ke shaffaf aine par gir kar chamak rahi thi. Priya ne lake ke kinare khade hokar, ek-ek karke apne jism par se un phate hue kapdon ko utaar kar zameen par rakh diya.
Priya ab bilkul, poori tarah se nangi thi.
Uska 42 saal ka mature, gora aur voluptuous jism subah ki roshni mein kisi khoobsurat apsara jaisa chamak raha tha. Usne dhere-dheere apne gore paanv lake ke thande, mitha paani mein rakhe. Paani uske takhno se hota hua uski gori thighs tak aaya. Priya ne ek gehri, sukoon bhari saans li aur paani mein aur deep chali gayi—jab tak ki paani uski patli waist aur uske heavy breasts ke neeche tak nahi aa gaya.
Priya ne apne lambe, kaale baalon ko khol kar paani mein bheego diya. Usne apne dono haathon mein paani bhar kar apne gale, apni collarbone aur apne un heavy, rasile D-cup breasts par dala. Uske breasts paani ke chhinte lagte hi aur zyada tight aur erect ho gaye. Usne apne haathon se apne flat pet, apni gori thighs aur unke beech ki wet, soft jagah ko behad sukoon se saaf kiya. Paani uski smooth, gori skin par motiyon ki tarah phisal raha tha.
Woh paani ke beechon-beech khadi thi, apni aankhen kas ke band kiye hue, saalon baad mili is aazaadi aur taazgi ko feel kar rahi thi...
Tabhi... usne paani ke andar aur sand par kisi ke aane ki aahat suni—Splsshh... Splsshh...
Priya ne jhatke se apni aankhen kholin.
Vikram lake ke kinare khada tha. Uski kaali, gehri aur aag jaisi bhookhi nazrein Priya ke us nange, gore aur paani se bheege hue jism par tiki hui thin. Usne Priya ko poori tarah se nange dekh liya tha.
Priya ka poora jism sharm aur ek teekhe jhatke se kaamp utha. Usne turant apne dono haathon ko cross karke apne heavy D-cup breasts ko dabocha aur apni thighs ko aapas mein chipka kar apne lower part ko chhupane ki nakam koshish ki. Lekin lake ka paani itna shaffaf aur saaf tha ki paani ke andar se bhi uske gore jism ka har ek curve bilkul clear dikh raha tha.
Vikram ne ek lafz bhi nahi bola. Usne apne waist-cloth ko utaar kar kinare par patak diya.
Vikram ab khud poori tarah se nanga tha. Uska 6'2" ka muscular, rugged jism aur uske thighs ke beech dangling karta hua uska thick, heavy erection poori tarah khula hua tha. Vikram ne dhere-dheere lake ke thande paani mein qadam rakha aur Priya ki taraf badhna shuru kiya.
Splsshh... Splsshh...
Priya ki saans uske gale mein hi phans kar reh gayi. Uska dil seene mein kisi dhol ki tarah pitne laga. Usne piche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin uske paanv lake ki ret mein jam chuke the.
Vikram dhere-dheere aage badhta hua, bilkul Priya ke samne aakar khada ho gaya. Paani unki waist tak tha. Dono ke nange jismon ke beech ab sirf do inch ka faasla tha. Vikram ke jism se aati raw mardana garmi paani ke thandak ko mita rahi thi.
Priya ne apni nazrein neeche jhuka kar rakhin. Uske dono haath ab bhi uske heavy breasts ko tightly dabocha hue the.
Vikram ne dhere se apni gehri, garajti aur arousing aawaaz mein kaha:
"Priya... meri taraf dekho."
Priya ne kaampte hue dhere se apni nam aankhen uthayin. Vikram ki kaali, gehri aankhon mein ek behad gehra, hungry, par sath hi ek behad sincere mardana jazba chamak raha tha.
"Hum is island par pichle pandrah dino se hain, Priya," Vikram ne behad low, firm voice mein bolna shuru kiya. "Aur meri zindagi ke... 12 saalon baad pehli baar maine kisi aurat ko chhua hai, kisi ke jism ko feel kiya hai. Phir tu meri zindagi mein aayi. Humne sath mein maut dekhi, aadiwasiyon ka khauf dekha, extreme bhookh dekhi... sab kuch face kiya hai."
Vikram thoda aur aage jhuk gaya. Uski garam saans Priya ke wet honton se takranay lagi.
"Aur is sab ke beech... jo humare jismon ke beech hua—tera woh doodh, tera woh mera lund chusna, tera mera cum nigalna, aur teri woh rasili moans... Hum dono jaante hain ki woh sirf bhookh nahi thi, Priya. Tera jism mujhe chahta hai, aur mera jism tujhe chahta hai."
Priya ke hont kaampe. Uske gaalon par garma-garam aansu behne lage. Usne apne breasts par se apne haath nahi hataye.
"Main jaanta hoon tu mujhe attract karti hai, Priya," Vikram ne aage kaha, uski aawaaz mein ek chattan jaisi mardana zid thi. "Yahan koi bahar ki duniya nahi hai, Priya. Koi rules nahi hain, koi qanoon nahi hai. Main chahta hoon ki tu meri ho jaye. Meri aurat. Meri biwi. Hum is island par bina kisi pandit ya shadi ke, apne dil se ek doosre ke 'husband-wife' ban sakte hain. Main tujhe protect karunga, tujhe rani bana kar rakhunga... Tu bas meri ho ja, Priya."
Vikram ke yeh lafz Priya ke dil aur jism par kisi pighle hue sone ki tarah gire. Uska dil zordar dhang se dhadak raha tha. Uske samne yeh 6'2" ka strong, hero mard khada tha jisne use har maut se bachaya tha. Uska jism is mard par kitni baar respond kar chuka tha... Lekin usi microsecond mein... Priya ke dimaag mein uske pati Raj ka chehra aaya. Uske 19 saal ke bete Arjun ki pyari smile aayi. Uska Mumbai ka ghar, uski sanskriti, uski pehchaan...
Priya ne rone ke beech behad shiddat se apna sar nakar mein hilaaya:
"Nahi... nahi Vikram... main yeh nahi kar sakti!" Priya ki aawaaz rone se phat gayi, usne apni nazrein piche khainchne ki koshish ki. "Main... main kisi aur ki biwi hoon! Maine Raj ke sath saat phere liye hain! Mera ek 19 saal ka beta hai Arjun... Main unhe nahi bhool sakti, Vikram! Main yeh sab nahi chahti... mujhe mere ghar wapas jaana hai! Mujhe mere bete ke paas jaana hai!"
Priya ne foot-foot kar rona shuru kar diya.
Vikram ne Priya ke un lafzon ko suni. Usne dekha ki Priya ke muh se 'Nahi' nikal raha hai, par uski aankhon mein ek behad gehra mardana aakarshan aur struggle chamak raha tha.
Vikram ne bina ek lafz bole, apne dono bade, rough haathon ko aage badhaya aur Priya ke haathon ko uske heavy breasts par se gently hata diya.
Ah!
Priya ka poora nanga, gora jism ab paani ke andar aur bahar Vikram ke samne poori tarah se khula hua tha.
Vikram ne aage badh kar apne dono haathon ko Priya ki patli, wet waist par rakha aur use zordar dhang se khainch kar apne nange jism se poori tarah chipka liya.
FLUSH!
Priya ke dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts Vikram ke solid, muscular chest par tightly press ho gaye. Vikram ka rock-hard, lamba aur thick erection paani ke andar seedha Priya ke flat, gore pet aur uski wet, soft chut par press ho gaya.
Priya ke honton se ek behad rasili, arousing gasp nikli: "Ahhh... Vikram...!" Lekin usne piche hatne ki koi koshish nahi ki.
Vikram ne Priya ke wet honton ke bilkul paas apna chehra laya. "Tu jo muh se bol rahi hai, Priya... woh tera dimaag aur tera guilt bol raha hai. Lekin tera yeh nanga jism... yeh mere liye sulag raha hai."
Aur uske turant baad... Vikram ne apne honton ko Priya ke wet, kaampte hue honton par dabocha aur use ek behad gehari, hungry aur passionate KISS kar liya.
Mmmmmmm...!
Yeh unke beech pehli poori tarah se intentional, mardana aur arousing kiss thi. Vikram ne Priya ke lower lip ko apne daanton se halka sa dabaaya, aur apni garam tongue ko Priya ke muh ke andar ghusa kar uske swaad ko choosna shuru kar diya.
Priya ne pehle do second ke liye ghabra kar resist karne ki koshish ki, par agle hi pal... uska 42 saal ka mature jism poori tarah se pighal gaya. Priya ne apne dono haath Vikram ke broad, muscular shoulders par lapet liye aur Vikram ki is deep kiss ka poori shiddat se jawab dena shuru kar diya!
Mmmph... Slurp... Mmmm...
Lake ke shaffaf paani ke beech, unke nange jism ek doosre se lipte hue the. Vikram ki tongue Priya ki tongue se takraa rahi thi, aur Vikram ke haath paani ke andar Priya ke soft, rounded ass ko dabocha kar use apne rock-hard erection par aur kas ke press kar rahe the.
Kai minutes tak yeh behad hot, wet aur passionate kiss chalti rahi.
Jab dono saans lene ke liye ek doosre se alag hue, toh dono ki saansen behad tez chal rahi thin. Priya ke hont swollen aur laal ho chuke the, aur uski aankhen mardana hawas aur aakarshan se nam thin.
Priya ab bhi Vikram ke nange jism se poori tarah chipki hui thi, uski D-cup breasts Vikram ke ribs par pressed the. Usne rone aur haafte hue Vikram ke chest par apna sar tika diya.
"Main... main muh se 'Haan' nahi keh sakti, Vikram..." Priya ne behad dhiemi, rasili aawaaz mein kaha. "Please... mujhe force mat karo... Main behad confuse hoon... main apne pati aur bete ke liye behad guilty feel kar rahi hoon... Lekin... lekin main tujhe apne jism se door bhi nahi kar pa rahi hoon..."
Vikram ne Priya ke maathe par apna forehead tika diya. Usne Priya ke nange jism ko apni baahon mein aur kas liya.
"Main tujhe force nahi karunga, Priya," Vikram ne behad low, garajti aawaaz mein kaha. "Lekin main ab rukne wala bhi nahi hoon. Tu dekhna... ek din tu khud apne muh se meri banegi. Tera yeh jism pehle hi mera ho chuka hai... ab tera dil bhi dhere-dheere mera hi hoga."
Priya ne apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin.
Lake ke thande paani mein unke nange jism ab bhi ek doosre se poori tarah se lipte hue the. Vikram ke kiss ka taste ab bhi Priya ke honton par lapat raha tha. Guilt uske dil mein aag ki tarah sulag raha tha... Lekin uske jism ke andar ek behad garam, dangerous aur forbidden satisfaction phail chuki thi.
Woh dono us shaffaf lake ke paani mein khade rahe—ek doosre ke nange jismon se lipte hue, confused, aag mein jalte hue... aur ek aisi sarhad ke bilkul kinare par khade, jo ab kisi bhi pal poori tarah se tootne wali thi.
Ek poora mahina guzar gaya tha us Forbidden Island par.
Is ek mahine ke lambe arse mein is chhote se sansar ki poori kaya hi badal chuki thi. Dono ke jism ab poori tarah se healthy, strong aur pehle se kahin zyada aakarshak ho chuke the.
Regular mitha paani, lake se milne wali taaza machhliyan, jungle ke rasile fruits aur Vikram ke dwara kiye gaye shikaar ne unke andar ki weakness ko poori tarah mita diya tha.
Priya ke 42 saal ke mature jism par pehle wala gora, rasili glow poori tarah laut aaya tha. Uski skin ekdam saaf aur chamakdar ho chuki thi, uske lambe kaale baal ab uski kamar tak lehraate the, aur uske soft, voluptuous curves—uski patli waist, uske choudee rounded hips aur uske bhari D-cup breasts—pehle se bhi zyada ripe aur arousing ho chuke the.
Vikram ke 6'2" ke muscular body ne bhi apni purani solid, chattan jaisi shape pakad li thi. Uska broad chest, uske biceps aur uski beard wala rugged face ab kisi jungle ke predator jaisa lagta tha.
Hut ko ab ek behad strong, mazboot aashiyane mein badal diya gaya tha. Aag surakshit thi, khana store ho raha tha, aur bahar se aadiwasiyon ka koi danger nahi aaya tha. Is Forbidden Island ne unhe poori tarah se sw स्वीकार kar liya tha.
Lekin is suraksha aur sehat ke sath... unke beech ek behad ajeeb, teekha aur tanaav-bhara faasla bhi aa gaya tha.
Lake wale us gehre proposal aur passionate kiss wale din ke baad se, Priya ne andar hi andar ghabra kar Vikram se ek intentional, soch-samajh kar distance bana li thi.
Woh Vikram ke sath din mein kaam karti, uske liye khana banati, lake se paani laati... lekin raat ko hut ke andar sote waqt ab woh pehle jaisi usse tightly nahi chipakti thi. Woh apne aur Vikram ke beech ek invisible sarhad banaye rakhti. Unki baat-cheet behad limited ho chuki thi. Jab kabhi unki nazrein aapas mein miltin, toh Priya turant apni nam aankhen neeche jhuka leti.
Guilt uske andar kisi zehrili aag ki tarah sulag raha tha. Lake par Vikram ke dwara diya gaya woh deep kiss, uski garam tongue ka swaad, uske woh lafz—"Main chahta hoon tu meri ho jaye... Meri biwi..."—sab kuch Priya ke dimaag mein din-raat ghoomte rehte. Uska jism Vikram ko chahta hai, yeh baat woh khud se bhi chhupa nahi pa rahi thi... Lekin uska sanskar, uska pati Raj aur uska beta Arjun use yeh faisla lene se rok rahe the.
Vikram Priya ke is badle hue vyavahar aur distance ko behad saaf taur par feel kar raha tha. Aur uske andar ki saalon se soyi hui mardana bhookh din-ba-din behad tezi se badhti ja rahi thi.
Ek dopahar, unhone is island se nikalne ki aakhri koshish ki.
Vikram ne kai dinon ki mehnat ke baad us purani, tooti hui tribal canoe ko jaise-taise repair kiya tha. Dono ne mil kar us boat ko paani mein dhakela. Lekin jaise hi boat shore se thodi door gehre paani mein gayi, woh samundar ke neeche chhupi hui sharp coral reefs (chatanon) mein ja kar atak gayi.
Neeche itne teekhe aur ghane corals the ki woh boat ki lakdi ko chhinne lage. Boat na aage badh sakti thi, aur na hi piche aa sakti thi. Vikram ne paani mein kood kar gehraai mein ja kar dekha—is poore island ke chaaro taraf samundar ke neeche sharp corals ki ek vishalkay ring bani hui thi.
Vikram paani se bahar nikla, uska chehra behad gambhir aur thaka hua tha. Usne shore par khadi Priya se kaha:
"Hum yahan permanently atak gaye hain, Priya. Yeh island chaaro taraf se teekhe coral reefs se ghera hua hai. Koi bhi chhoti boat ya wooden raft yahan se bahar nahi nikal sakti... aur koi badi ship is island ke paas nahi aa sakti kyunki woh reefs se takra kar doob jaayegi. Isliye yeh island Forbidden tha."
Priya ka chehra ekdam se gir gaya. Uski saans atak gayi. "Matlab... hum... hum kabhi yahan se bahar nahi ja sakte? Hum hamesha ke liye yahan phans gaye hain?!"
Vikram ne behad dhiemi, garajti aawaaz mein apna sar haan mein hilaaya. "Haan. Walkie-talkie par bhi koi response nahi hai. Bahar ki duniya se is island ka har ek link toot chuka hai. Koi hume dhoondne nahi aayega, Priya... Kabhi nahi."
Yeh kadwa sach dono ke dimaag mein kisi pathar ki tarah baith gaya. Woh hamesha ke liye is sunsaan island par akele the.
Us din ke baad se, Vikram ka behaviour aur uski aankhon ki chamak dhere-dheere badalne lagi. Uske andar ki suppressed mardana urges ab wapas poore force ke sath ubharne lagin. 12 saalan ke lambe arse ke baad, ek itni khoobsurat, ripe aur rasili 42 saal ki mature aurat uske samne thi—jisne use apna milk pilaya tha, jisne uska gaadha cum nigala tha, jisne use lake par passionate kiss ka jawab diya tha... Aur ab wohi aurat usse door bhaag rahi thi.
Yeh baat Vikram ke andar ke mard ko paagal kar rahi thi. Usne apne dimaag mein yeh faisla kar liya tha—woh Priya ko har haal mein apna banaye-ga. Chaahe dhere-dheere, chaahe kisi bhi tarah. Woh use kisi bhi keemat par khona nahi chahta tha.
Isi dopahar, Vikram jungle ke ek behad ghane aur anjaan hisse mein gaya. Uske dimaag mein continuously yahi plan chal raha tha ki kaise Priya ki resistance ko toda jaye, kaise use wapas apne jism ke qareeb laya jaye.
Chalte-chalte, usne ek ghani jhadhi par ajeeb se berries (phal) dekhe. Woh laal-kaale rang ke, chhote aur rasile the. Vikram ne is island par aise berries pehle kabhi nahi dekhe the. Usne socha ki shayad yeh koi naye jungle fruits hain jo jism ko energy denge. Usne 8-10 berries tod kar apne muh mein daal liye. Unka taste behad meetha aur teekha tha. Usne kuch aur berries tod kar apne paas rakh liye.
Vikram ko zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki woh berries kya the.
Woh is Forbidden Island par ugne wale ek behad rare aur dangerous wild aphrodisiac berries the. Purane zamane mein aadiwasi unhe "Aag ke Phal" kehte the. Khaane ke baad, woh insani jism ke andar ek behad uncontrollable, teekhi mardana hawas (sexual arousal) paida kar dete the—kisi jungli janwar ki tarah. Unhe khane ke baad dimaag ka control poori tarah mita jata tha, aur jism mein sirf ek hi bhookh bachti thi—Chudai aur Aurat par Kabza (Possession). Iska effect shaam hote-hote apne peak par pahunchta tha.
Vikram ne un berries ko bina jaane kha liya tha.
Us raat Purnima (Full Moon) thi.
Aasmaan par poora chaand nikal aaya tha, aur poora island chodhvi ke chaand ki safed, sunehri roshni mein naha raha تھا.
Priya hut ke bahar ek bade patthar par baithi hui thi, uske haath mein wahi black walkie-talkie tha. Pichle ek mahine se woh lagbhag har raat is par bolne ki koshish karti thi. Aaj bhi usne power switch ON kiya aur dhere-dheere bolna shuru kiya, jaise woh apne bete se nahi, balki khud se baat kar rahi ho:
"Arjun... mera bacha... aaj phir se ek poora mahina guzar gaya hai beta. Main ab bhi is anjaan island par hoon. Yahan se bahar nikalna namumkin hai... Vikram kehta hai ki ab koi hume bachane nahi aayega. Main... main behad confuse hoon Arjun. Kabhi lagta hai main hamesha ke liye yahin reh jaungi... Kabhi lagta hai main Vikram ke behad paas ja rahi hoon... jo ki behad galat hai. Main tumhare Papa ko aur tumhe kabhi nahi bhool sakti Arjun... Lekin... lekin pata nahi main kya karoon..."
Priya ki aawaaz behad emotional, soft aur rone wali thi.
Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke us 3BHK flat ke dark room mein.
19 saal ka Arjun apne bed par leta hua walkie-talkie ko kaan se chipkaye hue tha. Uski maa ki saaf, emotional aawaaz sunte hai uska dil seene mein zordar dhang se dhadakne laga. Woh bina koi aawaaz kiye chup-chap sun raha tha—uski maa ki laachhari, uska akele-pan ka dard, aur uska us anjaan mard Vikram ke baare mein sochna.
Arjun ki aankhon se garma-garam aansu nikal rahe the... Lekin uske jism ke andar ek behad khaufnak aur ganda khayal ghar kar gaya tha. Usne apni maa ke lafz sune—"Main uske paas ja rahi hoon..."—aur Arjun ke dimaag mein ek ekdam saaf, ganda picture ban gaya: Uski sagi maa ab us anjaan mard ke sath physical relation banane wali hai... Woh uske sath mate karne wali hai.
Is khayal ke aate hi, Arjun ka apna lund uske shorts ke piche ekdam rock-hard ho kar khada ho gaya. Traumatic shock aur ek behad dirty, cuckold-style arousal ne uske jism ko jaise jakad liya tha.
Wahin, Forbidden Island par... Vikram jungle ke raste se hut ki taraf wapas laut raha tha.
Un wild berries ka zehrila, aag jaisa asar ab Vikram ke poore jism mein charhne laga tha. Uska khoon ragon mein pighle hue lohe ki tarah daud raha tha. Uska thick, lamba lund uske waist-cloth ke piche bina kisi touch ke hi poori tarah se rock-hard, pulsing aur fhatne ki kagaar par aa chuka tha.
Vikram ke dimaag se sanskar, morals, aur civilized hone ki saari paratein mit chuki thin. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi picture thi—Priya ka nanga jism, uske bhari D-cup breasts, uske wet hont, uska chusa hua muh, aur uski gori, rasili chut.
Uske chalne mein ab kisi insaan ki nahi, balki ek bhookhe, paagal jungle predator ki tezi thi. Woh hut ki taraf badh raha tha, uski kaali aankhon mein ek behad dark, hungry aur uncontrollable hawas chamak rahi thi.
Chodhvi ki chaandni raat thi...
Priya walkie-talkie par apne bete se baat karti hui rone ke kagar par thi...
Mumbai mein Arjun doosri taraf apni maa ki chudai hone ke khayal se kaamp raha tha...
Aur Vikram... ab woh sharafat aur control wala mard nahi raha tha.
Aaj raat, is Forbidden Island par ek aisa toofaan aane wala tha jise koi nahi rok sakta tha.
Chodhvi ki chaandni poori tarah se Forbidden Island par phaili hui thi. Purnima ki yeh shaffaf, sunehri raat poore jungle aur samundar ko ek dhoodhiya safed chaadar se naha rahi thi.
Priya hut ke bahar ek bade, samthal patthar par baithi hui thi, uske haath mein wahi black marine walkie-talkie tha. Is baar aasmaan saaf hone ki wajah se device ki frequency pehle se kahin zyada clear aur strong lag rahi thi.
Priya ne mic ka button dabocha aur dhere-dheere bolna shuru kiya, jaise woh har raat karti thi:
"Arjun... mera bacha... aaj signal bohot clear lag raha hai beta. Mumma ki aawaaz sunai de rahi hai kya...? Main ab bhi yahin hoon Arjun... Is island se bahar nikalna namumkin hai... Main..."
Tabhi... uske piche sookhe patton aur sand par kisi ke bhaari, teez kadmon ki aahat hui—Thud! Thud!
Priya ne jhatke se piche mud kar dekha.
Vikram khada tha. Purnima ki chaandni mein uska 6'2" ka muscular frame ek bilkul alag, khaufnak roop mein dikh raha tha—uska chest phoola hua tha, uski saansen behad bhaari, tez aur garajti hui nikal rahi thin, aur uski kaali aankhon mein ek behad dark, uncontrollable aur jaanlewa mardana hawas (animalistic hunger) chamak rahi thi.
Wild aphrodisiac berries ka zehrila asar ab Vikram ke khoon mein apne pure peak par pahunch chuka tha. Uska dimaag poori tarah se sunn ho chuka tha, aur uske waist-cloth ke piche uska thick, vishalkay erection pehle se hi kapde ko phad kar bahar aane ko beqaraar dikh raha tha.
Vikram ne bina koi b भूमिका banaye, dhere-dheere aage badhte hue, apni garajti, bhari aawaaz mein kaha:
"Priya... Main aakhri baar tujhse poocha raha hoon. Meri ban ja. Meri aurat. Meri biwi. Is island par humare apne tribal riwaaj se... Ab bahar ki koi duniya nahi bachi hai, Priya. Koi Raj nahi hai, koi samaj nahi hai. Sirf main hoon aur tu hai."
Priya ne ghabra kar zameen se uth kar piche hatne ki koshish ki. Uske chehre par gehra darr aur ek teekhi firmness dono ek sath jhalak rahe the. Usne apna sar shiddat se nakar mein hilaaya:
Vikram... main tujhe pehle bhi bol chuki hoon! Yeh nahi ho sakta! Main kisi ki shadi-shuda biwi hoon, mere saat phere hue hain! Mera ek 19 saal ka beta hai Arjun... Main... main yeh paap nahi kar sakti, Vikram! Mujhe chhod do!"
Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke us dark 3BHK room mein.
Arjun ke walkie-talkie par pichle ek mahine mein pehli baar signal itna saaf, crisp aur clear aaya tha. Usne apni maa ka ek-ek lafz aur Vikram ki woh garajti hui mardana aawaaz bilkul saaf sun li.
Arjun ka poora jism bijli ke jhatke se kaamp utha. Uski aankhen khauf aur paagalpan se phat gayin. Usne apni poori jaan laga kar microphone ka button dabocha aur poore kamre mein chillaya:
"MUMMA! MUMMA US AADMI SE DOOR HATO! MAIN AAPKO BACHAUNGA MUMMA! MUMMA SUNO MERI AAWAZ! DOOR HATO USSE! WOH SHAI TAAN HAI!"
Lekin doosri taraf... island par Priya ke walkie-talkie ka speaker weak hone aur signal ke one-way hone ki wajah se Arjun ki yeh cheekhein island tak nahi pahunch sakin. Priya ko speaker par sirf thanda static bajta hua sunai diya: ssshhhhh... Usne socha ki har baar ki tarah yeh bhi koi radio interference hai.
Vikram ne do kadam aage badh kar Priya ke gore wrist ko kas ke dabocha aur use apni taraf khaincha.
"Tu kitni baar 'Nahi' bolegi, Priya?!" Vikram ki aawaaz mein wild berries ka nasha ubal raha tha. "Tera yeh nanga jism pehle hi mera ho chuka hai! Tera woh doodh jo maine peeya, tera woh muh jisne mera lund chusa, teri woh rasili moans, tera mere lund par apna ass rub karna... Sab mera hai! Tu meri aurat hai!"
Priya ne poori taqat laga kar apna haath chhudane ki koshish ki, uske nakhun Vikram ke haath par gade: "Nahi Vikram! Bas karo! Main yeh nahi maaungi! Mujhe chhod do!"
Tabhi... wild berries ka zehrila asar Vikram ke dimaag par poori tarah se haawi ho gaya. Control ki aakhri parat bhi toot kar bikhar gayi.
Vikram ne apne ek haath se apne waist-cloth ko zordar jhatke mein khainch kar alag patak diya.
Uska lund free hokar chaandni ke neeche bahar nikal aaya.
Woh behad lamba, vishalkay thick, taambayi rang ka erection tha—moti-moti veins aag ki tarah ubhari hui thin, aur uske heavy helmet (head) se pehle se hi clear, sticky precum ki boonden phisal kar neeche gir rahi thin. Chaandni ki safed roshni mein woh lund kisi aadiwasi weapon jaisa khaufnak dikh raha tha.
Priya ki aankhen khauf se phat kar bahar aane ko ho gayin. Uski saans ghootne lagi. "Vikram... stop... please... bas karo! Yeh kya kar rahe ho tum?!"
Vikram ne uski kisi baat ko nahi suna. Usne ek bhookhe sher ki tarah aage badh kar Priya ko dono baahon mein dabocha aur use zordar dhang se niche geeli, soft ghass par patak diya.
THUD!
Priya ka 42 saal ka mature body zameen par gira. Isse pehle ki woh uthne ki koshish karti, Vikram uske upar ghutnon ke bal aa gaya. Usne Priya ke jute ke kapde ko dono haathon se pakada aur ek hi zordar, bhayanak jhatke mein phad kar alag kar diya!
RIIIPPP!
Priya ab bilkul, poori tarah se nangi thi. Chaandni ki safed roshni mein uska gora, voluptuous jism khula pada hua tha—uske dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts, unke erect dark nipples, uska flat pet, aur uski soft, thodi si hairy pink chut... sab kuch Vikram ke samne poori tarah se expose ho chuka tha.
Priya ke dil mein behad gehra khauf aur rona utha. Yeh wahi Vikram tha jisne use aadiwasiyon se bachaya tha, jiske baahon mein woh soyi thi... Aur aaj woh use kisi shikaar ki tarah cheerne par aatuda tha. Priya ne apne dono haathon se Vikram ke broad, bare chest ko dhakela:
"Vikram stop... please... mat karo aisa... main rati hoon... main toot jaungi..."
Vikram ne jhuk kar Priya ke wet honton ko apne muh mein bhar liya aur use ek behad violent, hungry kiss kar liya!
Mmmph!
Priya ne poori taqat se resist kiya—apna chehra idhar-udhar mara, Vikram ke chest par punches maare—lekin Vikram ne Priya ke dono wrists ko pakad kar uske sar ke upar zameen par kas ke daab diya. Uski moti, garam tongue Priya ke muh ke andar ghus kar uske swaad ko choosne lagi. Priya thodi der tak struggle karti rahi, par Vikram ke 6'2" ke muscular vazan ke neeche uski saans phoolne lagi.
Vikram ne apne hont alag kiye aur Priya ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar, apni behad animalistic, garajti aawaaz mein kaha:
"Aadiwasi log tujhe le jaane wale the... Woh tujhe 'Gift from the Sea' maante the... Tu itni khoobsurat hai, Priya... itni soft aur rasili... Ab tu meri hai. Sirf meri biwi hai tu!"
Doosri taraf, Mumbai mein Arjun apne kamre mein paagalpan ki halat mein mic par chillata raha:
"MUMMA NAHI! DOOR HATO USSE! MAIN AAUNGA MUMMA! KOI MADAD BHEJO! MUMMA PLEASE!"
Lekin uski aawaaz samundar ki lehron mein kahin doob chuki thi.
Vikram ne apne us lambe, rock-hard lund ke head ko Priya ki us soft, thodi si hairy pink chut ke entrance par set kiya. Lund ki garmi aur hardness Priya ki wet entrance ko cheerne ke liye ready thi.
Priya ne darr ke maare apni badi-badi aankhen kas ke band kar lin, apne pairon ko hilane ki koshish ki:
"Vikram... nahi... woh behad bada hai... please stop—"
Vikram ne apne hips ko piche khaincha aur ek hi zordar, violent aur deep stroke mein apna poora vishalkay lund Priya ki chut ke andar aakhri inch tak utaar diya!
SLIPP-THWACK!
"AAAAAHHHHHH...!! VIKRAM...!!"
Priya ki poori rooh ko cheerte hui ek behad bhari, dard aur shiddat se bhari scream nikal kar poore island aur chaandni raat mein gunj gayi!
Saalon ke lambe arse ke baad, koi mardana lund itni shiddat aur gehraai se uski chut ke andar ghusa tha—aur woh bhi itna thick aur lamba lund! Priya ki chut ekdam se extreme level par stretch ho gayi. Gehra dard, fhatne ka ehsaas, aur ek behad teekha mardana bharav—dono ek sath uske jism mein fhat pade. Uski aankhon se garma-garam aansuon ki dhaar beh nikli. Uske nakhun Vikram ki bare back par gehre gad gaye.
Vikram ne ek hi stroke mein poora lund andar tak utaar kar wahi rok liya. Uska thick erection Priya ki chut ke aakhri kone ko touch kar raha tha. Wild berries ke nashe mein uska control zero tha. Usne Priya ki nam, dard se phati hui aankhon mein dekha:
"Ab tu meri hai, Priya... Poori tarah meri."
Priya ke honton se ab sirf ek toot i hui, rasili moan nikal rahi thi:
"Ahh... Vikram... behad... behad deep hai... AHHH..."
Chodhvi ki chaandni raat mein, us Forbidden Island par...
Pehli baar uska savior, uska protector uski chut ke andar poora ghus chuka tha.
Aur doosri taraf hazaron miles door... uska 19 saal ka beta Arjun speaker par apni sagi maa ki yeh fhatte hue cheekh aur rasili moan sun raha tha—
Dil poori tarah se toota hua, aankhen aansuon se bhari hui, aur uska apna jism ek khaufnak cuckold-arousal mein poori tarah se rock-hard erect.
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