22-08-2026, 06:11 PM
Dono ek dum se pathar ki tarah jam gaye.
Menaka ne seedha hona shuru kiya, par Dara ne usko zor se wapas jhuka diya.
“Waise hi ruki reh!” usne sakht awaaz mein hukm diya. “Main dekh ke aata hoon kaun hai. Shayad Banke hoga.”
“Agar koi aur hua toh?” Menaka ki awaaz mein darr saaf jhalak raha tha. Uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Abhi abhi tak Dara uske andar tha, ab yeh doorbell… pakde jaane ka khayal aate hi uske pair kaanpne lage.
“Peephole se dekh lunga. Agar Banke nahi hua toh darwaza nahi kholunga. Jo bhi hoga soch ke chala jayega ki ghar mein koi nahi hai.”
“Theek… theek hai,” Menaka ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, par uska shareer ab bhi kaanp raha tha.
Dara nanga hi kitchen se bahar nikla, peeche se door band kar diya. Menaka hukm ke mutabik usi ghodi wali position mein jhuki rahi – gaand upar, haath peeche, apron ki strings uske wrists ke aas-paas ulajh gayi thi isliye woh freely move bhi nahi kar pa rahi thi. Uske andar abhi bhi Dara ka cum tha, thighs geeli thi.
Main living room ke camera pe shift ho gaya. Dara darwaze ke paas gaya aur peephole se dekha.
“What the hell…?” usne dheere se gaali di, aankhein peephole se chipki hui.
Woh ek kadam peeche hata, apne sar pe haath maara aur lambi saans li. Doorbell phir se baj uthi – is baar aur zor se. Dara ne majboori mein shoulders uthaye aur darwaza thoda sa khola.
“Tu??” bahar se ek familiar awaaz aayi – Vimla ki.
“Andar aa jaldi!” Dara ne apna sar bahar nikaal ke idhar-udhar dekha, phir darwaza poora khol diya.
Vimla andar aayi, chehre pe confusion saaf tha. Dara ne turant darwaza band kiya aur lock laga diya.
“Yahan kya kar rahi hai tu?” Dara ne dhamki bhare hue dheeme lekin khatarnak tone mein poocha. Uski aankhein gusse se laal thi. Usne abhi abhi jo mast chudai kar raha tha, usko beech mein interrupt karne wali yeh aurat ab uske saamne thi.
“Main??? Tu yahan kya kar raha hai?” chhoti si maid ne wapas sawal daaga.
“Nikal yahan se,” Dara ne kaha, awaaz mein clearly irritation thi.
“Main nahi jaungi jab tak memsaab se baat nahi kar leti. Unhone mere jobs kyun nikalwaye?” Vimla ne haath fold karke defiance dikhaya.
Kitchen ke camera pe main dekh raha tha. Meri biwi pehle toh hukm ke mutabik jhuki hui thi. Jaise hi main door khula, usne awaaz sun li. Dara ne kitchen ka door band kiya tha isliye clearly nahi samajh paayi kaun hai, par awaaz se saaf pata chal gaya ki koi aurat hai. Menaka ke chehre pe pura panic aa gaya.
“Oh god… oh god… oh god!” woh kitchen mein idhar-udhar ghoomne lagi, haath chhudane ki koshish karte hue. Apron ki strings uske wrists ko peeche se pakde hue thi, bilkul aise jaise bandhi ho. Woh zor-zor se jhatak rahi thi par chhut nahi rahe the.
“Please mat khulna… please koi na dekh le…” woh apne aap se hi phusphusa rahi thi. Uska chehra phika pad gaya tha. Pakde jaane ka darr uske pure body mein daud raha tha.
Living room mein meanwhile…
“Maine kaha tha na main dekh lunga,” Dara gusse se bola. Uske andar agni jal rahi thi. Abhi abhi tak Menaka ki geeli chut mein tha, uski gaand pe thappad maar raha tha, aur yeh saali aa gayi beech mein.
“Aur kaise dekhoge exactly? Kya… kya tune break-in kar liya hai?” Vimla ne last hissa shock mein dheeme se kaha.
“Kya bakwas kar rahi hai?!”
“Yahi tera plan hai kya? Revenge lene ke liye ghar mein ghusna aur… chori karna?”
“Nonsense mat bol!” Dara ne palat ke jawaab diya. Uska lund abhi bhi thoda hard tha, isliye usne jaldi se sofa se ek cushion uthake apne saamne kar liya.
“Phir tu yahan kyun hai? Aur memsaab kahan hai?”
Kitchen mein Menaka ab band door ke peeche kan laga ke khadi thi, bahar ki baatein sunne ki koshish mein. Par sirf murmurs hi sunai de rahe the. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki usko khud sunai de raha tha. Woh baar-baar apne haath chhudane ki koshish kar rahi thi, par strings aur tight hoti ja rahi thi.
Dara ne apne sar pe haath rakh liya. Soch raha tha is situation ko kaise handle kare. Secret rehna chahiye… bilkul secret. Agar Vimla ko pata chal gaya ki woh memsaab ko chod raha hai, toh sab kuch barbaad ho sakta hai.
“Dara, what the hell is going on?” Vimla ne phir se panicky whisper mein poocha.
“Ek minute chup kar!” Dara ne jhalla ke kaha. Aankhein gusse se dang thi. “Aur nikal yahan se. Baad mein explain karunga.”
Vimla ne move nahi kiya. Uske pair jam gaye the.
Dara andar hi andar jal raha tha. Usne jo mast session kar raha tha – Menaka ki cheekhein, uski tight chut, uska jhadna – sab beech mein kharab ho gaya. Aur ab yeh ladki yahan khadi hai.
Usne Vimla ko ghurte hue dheeme se kaha, “Agar tu abhi nahi gayi… toh main khud tujhe bahar phenkunga. Aur yaad rakh, jo bhi dekh rahi hai yahan… kisi ko mat batana. Samjhi?”
Kitchen ke andar Menaka ab almost ro padne wali thi. “Please Dara… please usko bhaga de…” woh bilkul dheeme se bol rahi thi, aankhein band kiye hue.
Menaka kitchen ke band darwaze ke peeche khadi thi, kaan chipkaye hue. Uska poora shareer kaanp raha tha.
Andar se ek hi awaaz ghoom rahi thi…
Nahi… nahi… nahi… yeh nahi ho sakta.
Uske haath ab bhi peeche bandhe hue the apron ki strings se. Woh jitna jhatakti, strings aur tight hoti jaati. Uske boobs ab bhi nange the, nipples abhi bhi hard – thand se nahi, darr aur abhi thodi der pehle ki bachi hui garmi se. Thighs ke beech se Dara ka cum ab bhi dheere-dheere tapak raha tha, aur har tapak ke saath usko yaad aa raha tha ki woh abhi abhi kya kar rahi thi.
Agar Vimla andar aa gayi… agar usne mujhe aise dekh liya…
Uske dimaag mein ek ke baad ek photo flash hone lagi.
Vimla ki aankhein uski nangi gaand pe.
Uske thighs pe white cum ke nishaan.
Apron jo ab sirf uske pet tak tha.
Aur sabse badi baat – Dara ka nanga shareer living room mein.
Main kaise explain karungi? Kya bolungi?
Dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki usko lag raha tha bahar tak awaaz ja rahi hogi. Saans lene mein takleef ho rahi thi. Gale mein ek gathi si atak gayi thi.
Ayan… agar Ayan ko pata chal gaya…
Yeh sochte hi uski aankhein bhar aayi. Beta college mein hai, bechara. Agar yeh scandal bahar aa gaya toh uska kya hoga? Society mein? Building mein? Prakash… Prakash ko toh pata hi nahi ki uski biwi kitni gir chuki hai.
Main kya ban gayi hoon?
Thodi der pehle tak woh Dara ke lund pe tadap rahi thi, usse bol rahi thi “pel… zor se… meri chut teri hai”. Ab wahi aurat kitchen mein band hai, haath peeche bandhe, cum leke khadi hai, aur bahar uski sexual rival khadi hai.
Panic ab pure body mein daud raha tha.
Haath aur jhatke usne. Strings ne wrists kaatna shuru kar diya. Dard ho raha tha, par dard se zyada darr tha.
Dara please… please usko bhaga de. Mujhe mat pakadwa.
Woh darwaze ke peeche kan lagaaye khadi thi. Bahar se sirf dheemi awaazein aa rahi thi – Dara ki gusse wali, Vimla ki tez. Saaf nahi sunai de raha tha, aur yahi cheez usko paagal kar rahi thi.
Kya Vimla jaa rahi hai? Ya andar aa rahi hai?
Ek second ke liye usne socha ki agar woh abhi chilla de… “Dara! Bahar nikal usko!” – par phir turant khayal aaya ki uski awaaz sunte hi Vimla samajh jayegi ki memsaab ghar mein hai, aur phir darwaza kholne pe majboor ho jayega Dara.
Nahi. Chup. Bilkul chup.
Usne apne hoth kaat liye. Aankhein band kar li. Andar hi andar dua maangne lagi.
Bhagwan, please… aaj bach jaaun. Phir kabhi nahi karungi. Promise.
Par uske shareer ne usse jhooth bolte pakad liya. Kyunki darr ke saath-saath, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi. Dara ke dhakkon ki yaad ab bhi uske andar thi. Panic aur residual arousal ka ajeeb sa mix ban gaya tha.
Woh dheere se floor pe baith gayi, peeth darwaze se lagi hue. Haath ab bhi peeche. Sar apne ghutnon pe rakh liya.
Agar pakdi gayi… toh sab kuch khatam. Shaadi, izzat, Ayan… sab.
Bahar se Dara ki awaaz thodi tez hui. Menaka ki saans ruk gayi.
Ab kya hoga?
Uske andar ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi –
Main is gande khel mein itni deep aa chuki hoon… ab nikalna mushkil hai.
Menaka ne seedha hona shuru kiya, par Dara ne usko zor se wapas jhuka diya.
“Waise hi ruki reh!” usne sakht awaaz mein hukm diya. “Main dekh ke aata hoon kaun hai. Shayad Banke hoga.”
“Agar koi aur hua toh?” Menaka ki awaaz mein darr saaf jhalak raha tha. Uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Abhi abhi tak Dara uske andar tha, ab yeh doorbell… pakde jaane ka khayal aate hi uske pair kaanpne lage.
“Peephole se dekh lunga. Agar Banke nahi hua toh darwaza nahi kholunga. Jo bhi hoga soch ke chala jayega ki ghar mein koi nahi hai.”
“Theek… theek hai,” Menaka ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, par uska shareer ab bhi kaanp raha tha.
Dara nanga hi kitchen se bahar nikla, peeche se door band kar diya. Menaka hukm ke mutabik usi ghodi wali position mein jhuki rahi – gaand upar, haath peeche, apron ki strings uske wrists ke aas-paas ulajh gayi thi isliye woh freely move bhi nahi kar pa rahi thi. Uske andar abhi bhi Dara ka cum tha, thighs geeli thi.
Main living room ke camera pe shift ho gaya. Dara darwaze ke paas gaya aur peephole se dekha.
“What the hell…?” usne dheere se gaali di, aankhein peephole se chipki hui.
Woh ek kadam peeche hata, apne sar pe haath maara aur lambi saans li. Doorbell phir se baj uthi – is baar aur zor se. Dara ne majboori mein shoulders uthaye aur darwaza thoda sa khola.
“Tu??” bahar se ek familiar awaaz aayi – Vimla ki.
“Andar aa jaldi!” Dara ne apna sar bahar nikaal ke idhar-udhar dekha, phir darwaza poora khol diya.
Vimla andar aayi, chehre pe confusion saaf tha. Dara ne turant darwaza band kiya aur lock laga diya.
“Yahan kya kar rahi hai tu?” Dara ne dhamki bhare hue dheeme lekin khatarnak tone mein poocha. Uski aankhein gusse se laal thi. Usne abhi abhi jo mast chudai kar raha tha, usko beech mein interrupt karne wali yeh aurat ab uske saamne thi.
“Main??? Tu yahan kya kar raha hai?” chhoti si maid ne wapas sawal daaga.
“Nikal yahan se,” Dara ne kaha, awaaz mein clearly irritation thi.
“Main nahi jaungi jab tak memsaab se baat nahi kar leti. Unhone mere jobs kyun nikalwaye?” Vimla ne haath fold karke defiance dikhaya.
Kitchen ke camera pe main dekh raha tha. Meri biwi pehle toh hukm ke mutabik jhuki hui thi. Jaise hi main door khula, usne awaaz sun li. Dara ne kitchen ka door band kiya tha isliye clearly nahi samajh paayi kaun hai, par awaaz se saaf pata chal gaya ki koi aurat hai. Menaka ke chehre pe pura panic aa gaya.
“Oh god… oh god… oh god!” woh kitchen mein idhar-udhar ghoomne lagi, haath chhudane ki koshish karte hue. Apron ki strings uske wrists ko peeche se pakde hue thi, bilkul aise jaise bandhi ho. Woh zor-zor se jhatak rahi thi par chhut nahi rahe the.
“Please mat khulna… please koi na dekh le…” woh apne aap se hi phusphusa rahi thi. Uska chehra phika pad gaya tha. Pakde jaane ka darr uske pure body mein daud raha tha.
Living room mein meanwhile…
“Maine kaha tha na main dekh lunga,” Dara gusse se bola. Uske andar agni jal rahi thi. Abhi abhi tak Menaka ki geeli chut mein tha, uski gaand pe thappad maar raha tha, aur yeh saali aa gayi beech mein.
“Aur kaise dekhoge exactly? Kya… kya tune break-in kar liya hai?” Vimla ne last hissa shock mein dheeme se kaha.
“Kya bakwas kar rahi hai?!”
“Yahi tera plan hai kya? Revenge lene ke liye ghar mein ghusna aur… chori karna?”
“Nonsense mat bol!” Dara ne palat ke jawaab diya. Uska lund abhi bhi thoda hard tha, isliye usne jaldi se sofa se ek cushion uthake apne saamne kar liya.
“Phir tu yahan kyun hai? Aur memsaab kahan hai?”
Kitchen mein Menaka ab band door ke peeche kan laga ke khadi thi, bahar ki baatein sunne ki koshish mein. Par sirf murmurs hi sunai de rahe the. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki usko khud sunai de raha tha. Woh baar-baar apne haath chhudane ki koshish kar rahi thi, par strings aur tight hoti ja rahi thi.
Dara ne apne sar pe haath rakh liya. Soch raha tha is situation ko kaise handle kare. Secret rehna chahiye… bilkul secret. Agar Vimla ko pata chal gaya ki woh memsaab ko chod raha hai, toh sab kuch barbaad ho sakta hai.
“Dara, what the hell is going on?” Vimla ne phir se panicky whisper mein poocha.
“Ek minute chup kar!” Dara ne jhalla ke kaha. Aankhein gusse se dang thi. “Aur nikal yahan se. Baad mein explain karunga.”
Vimla ne move nahi kiya. Uske pair jam gaye the.
Dara andar hi andar jal raha tha. Usne jo mast session kar raha tha – Menaka ki cheekhein, uski tight chut, uska jhadna – sab beech mein kharab ho gaya. Aur ab yeh ladki yahan khadi hai.
Usne Vimla ko ghurte hue dheeme se kaha, “Agar tu abhi nahi gayi… toh main khud tujhe bahar phenkunga. Aur yaad rakh, jo bhi dekh rahi hai yahan… kisi ko mat batana. Samjhi?”
Kitchen ke andar Menaka ab almost ro padne wali thi. “Please Dara… please usko bhaga de…” woh bilkul dheeme se bol rahi thi, aankhein band kiye hue.
Menaka kitchen ke band darwaze ke peeche khadi thi, kaan chipkaye hue. Uska poora shareer kaanp raha tha.
Andar se ek hi awaaz ghoom rahi thi…
Nahi… nahi… nahi… yeh nahi ho sakta.
Uske haath ab bhi peeche bandhe hue the apron ki strings se. Woh jitna jhatakti, strings aur tight hoti jaati. Uske boobs ab bhi nange the, nipples abhi bhi hard – thand se nahi, darr aur abhi thodi der pehle ki bachi hui garmi se. Thighs ke beech se Dara ka cum ab bhi dheere-dheere tapak raha tha, aur har tapak ke saath usko yaad aa raha tha ki woh abhi abhi kya kar rahi thi.
Agar Vimla andar aa gayi… agar usne mujhe aise dekh liya…
Uske dimaag mein ek ke baad ek photo flash hone lagi.
Vimla ki aankhein uski nangi gaand pe.
Uske thighs pe white cum ke nishaan.
Apron jo ab sirf uske pet tak tha.
Aur sabse badi baat – Dara ka nanga shareer living room mein.
Main kaise explain karungi? Kya bolungi?
Dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki usko lag raha tha bahar tak awaaz ja rahi hogi. Saans lene mein takleef ho rahi thi. Gale mein ek gathi si atak gayi thi.
Ayan… agar Ayan ko pata chal gaya…
Yeh sochte hi uski aankhein bhar aayi. Beta college mein hai, bechara. Agar yeh scandal bahar aa gaya toh uska kya hoga? Society mein? Building mein? Prakash… Prakash ko toh pata hi nahi ki uski biwi kitni gir chuki hai.
Main kya ban gayi hoon?
Thodi der pehle tak woh Dara ke lund pe tadap rahi thi, usse bol rahi thi “pel… zor se… meri chut teri hai”. Ab wahi aurat kitchen mein band hai, haath peeche bandhe, cum leke khadi hai, aur bahar uski sexual rival khadi hai.
Panic ab pure body mein daud raha tha.
Haath aur jhatke usne. Strings ne wrists kaatna shuru kar diya. Dard ho raha tha, par dard se zyada darr tha.
Dara please… please usko bhaga de. Mujhe mat pakadwa.
Woh darwaze ke peeche kan lagaaye khadi thi. Bahar se sirf dheemi awaazein aa rahi thi – Dara ki gusse wali, Vimla ki tez. Saaf nahi sunai de raha tha, aur yahi cheez usko paagal kar rahi thi.
Kya Vimla jaa rahi hai? Ya andar aa rahi hai?
Ek second ke liye usne socha ki agar woh abhi chilla de… “Dara! Bahar nikal usko!” – par phir turant khayal aaya ki uski awaaz sunte hi Vimla samajh jayegi ki memsaab ghar mein hai, aur phir darwaza kholne pe majboor ho jayega Dara.
Nahi. Chup. Bilkul chup.
Usne apne hoth kaat liye. Aankhein band kar li. Andar hi andar dua maangne lagi.
Bhagwan, please… aaj bach jaaun. Phir kabhi nahi karungi. Promise.
Par uske shareer ne usse jhooth bolte pakad liya. Kyunki darr ke saath-saath, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi. Dara ke dhakkon ki yaad ab bhi uske andar thi. Panic aur residual arousal ka ajeeb sa mix ban gaya tha.
Woh dheere se floor pe baith gayi, peeth darwaze se lagi hue. Haath ab bhi peeche. Sar apne ghutnon pe rakh liya.
Agar pakdi gayi… toh sab kuch khatam. Shaadi, izzat, Ayan… sab.
Bahar se Dara ki awaaz thodi tez hui. Menaka ki saans ruk gayi.
Ab kya hoga?
Uske andar ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi –
Main is gande khel mein itni deep aa chuki hoon… ab nikalna mushkil hai.
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