22-08-2026, 06:28 PM
Kitchen mein Menaka abhi bhi darwaze se kaan chipkaye khadi thi. Usne position change karni chahi, par haath peeche bandhe hone ki wajah se balance bigad gaya. Pair phisalte hi uska body darwaze se takra gaya.
Darwaza lock nahi tha.
Crrreeeaaakkk…
Ahista se darwaza khul gaya.
Living room mein khade Dara aur Vimla dono jhatke se us taraf dekhne lage.
Aur phir… unki aankhon ke saamne woh nazaara aa gaya.
Meri biwi.
Almost nangi.
Blue apron jo ab sirf pet tak tha, uske neeche se bade-bade flour lage hue boobs bahar latak rahe the. Nipples abhi bhi hard, body pe aate ke ched, thighs geeli, aur haath peeche apron ki strings se bandhe hue.
Gaand pe abhi bhi thappad ke laal nishaan.
Vimla ki aankhein badi ho gayi jaise koi saucer. Muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Shock se uska chehra sukh gaya.
High-class, padhi-likhi, shaadi-shuda memsaab… is haalat mein. Haath bandhe, body messy, bilkul aisi jaise abhi abhi kisi ne usko ache se pela ho.
Menaka ka chehra dekh ke hi samajh aa raha tha. Uski aankhon mein pura dahshat tha… aur uske saath ek gehra, jalta hua sharm.
Woh turant kitchen ke sabse door wale kone mein bhag ke chali gayi, peeth deewar se chipka ke. Aankhein neeche, zameen pe. Uske andar ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi —
Main kya ban gayi hoon… yeh kya haalat ho gayi meri…
Dara wahi khada reh gaya. Chehre pe irritation thi. Jo do auratein woh alag-alag chod raha tha, ab dono saamne aa gayi thi.
Vimla pehle shock se nikli.
“OH MY GOD!! TUNE USKE SAATH KYA KIYA HAI???” usne cheekhte hue kaha.
Woh kitchen ki taraf bhaagni wali thi, par Dara ne usko peeche se pakad liya.
“Chup kar!” Dara ne usko apni baahon mein jakad liya.
“MAIN YEAH NAHI CHAHTI THI! MAINE NAHI CHAHA THA KI TU USKO BANG KARE!”
“Ab saali chup ho jaayegi?!” Dara ne usko dheere-dheere kitchen ki taraf kheenchte hue kaha. “Main usko bang nahi kar raha.”
Menaka kone mein kaanp rahi thi. Itni zyada kaanp rahi thi ki uske boobs hil rahe the. Aate aur paseene milke ab sticky ho gaye the uske tits pe. Aankhon mein paani aa gaya tha, par woh zameen se nazar nahi hata pa rahi thi.
Sharm aati hai… itni sharm aati hai… kaash zameen phat jaaye aur main sama jaaun.
Vimla ab bhi Dara ki pakad se chhutne ki koshish kar rahi thi.
“Memsaab! Aap theek ho na memsaab? Usne aapke saath kya kiya? Bhagwan… kya kiya usne aapse?”
Menaka ne kuch nahi bola. Sirf neeche dekhti rahi. Uski khamoshi mein hi saari sharm samayi hui thi.
Dara ka sabr jawaab de gaya. Usne Vimla ko chhoda aur ek zor ka back-hand thappad uske muh pe mara.
“SLAP!”
Vimla ki awaaz ruk gayi. Usne haath apne jalan bhare gaal pe rakh liya. Menaka aur zyada kaanpne lagi, par chup rahi. Uski sharm ab itni badh chuki thi ki bolna bhi mushkil ho raha tha.
Dara ne Vimla ke baal pakad liye.
“Ab chup rahegi aur mujhe explain karne degi?”
Vimla ne sir hilaya.
“Theek hai.” Dara ne uske baal chhode aur gusse se bola, “Saala kya bakchodi ho gayi hai aaj!”
Woh Menaka ki taraf muda.
“Memsaab… tum usse batana chahti ho?”
Menaka ne sirf apni aankhein aur neeche jhuka li. Aankhon se ek aansu gir gaya, flour lage boob pe.
Main kaise bolun… main kaise bolun ki main raazi thi… ki main uske lund pe tadap rahi thi…
Dara ne saans bhar ke kaha, “Kam se kam itna toh bol do ki yeh bang nahi hai.”
Vimla ne ab thodi himmat ki.
“Phir yeh kya hai?”
Dara ne shoulders uthaye, halka sa muskuraya aur seedha bol diya —
“Memsaab aur main… hum wohi kar rahe the jo tu aur main karte hain.”
Kitchen mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi fail gayi.
Menaka ki aankhein band ho gayi. Sharm ke maare uska chehra laal ho chuka tha. Woh chahti thi ki kahin ghayab ho jaaye… par ab sab ke saamne thi.
Menaka kone mein khadi thi, aankhein band, saans short-short le rahi thi.
Andar se ek hi cheez bar-bar chillla rahi thi —
Sharm… itni sharm aa rahi hai ki main mar jaaun.
Uske boobs ab bhi nange the, aate aur paseene se chipchipaye hue. Thighs ke beech se ab bhi Dara ka cum dheere-dheere tapak raha tha, aur har tapak usko yaad dila raha tha ki thodi der pehle woh kya kar rahi thi.
Gaand pe thappad ke nishaan ab bhi jalan kar rahe the. Haath peeche bandhe hue. Aur saamne… Vimla.
Woh Vimla jisse woh jealous hoti thi. Jisse woh neecha samajhti thi. Jisse usne jobs nikalwane ki koshish ki thi.
Aur aaj wahi Vimla usko is haalat mein dekh rahi thi.
Main kya ban gayi hoon…
Uske dimaag mein pehle wali Menaka flash hui — woh jo high-class society mein baat karti thi, jo saree mein perfect dikhti thi, jo logon ko smile dekar “everything is fine” bolti thi. Jo apne beta ke liye perfect mummy banne ki koshish karti thi.
Jo Prakash ke saamne demure biwi thi.
Aur ab?
Apron se nange boobs jhalak rahe hain. Body pe kisi aur mard ke kaatne aur thappad ke nishaan hain.
Chut ke andar ab bhi us watchman ka maal bhara hua hai. Aur haath peeche bandhe hue, bilkul aise jaise koi sasti randi ho.
Randii… haan, main ab randi hi toh ban gayi hoon.
Yeh sochte hi uske gale mein kuch atak gaya. Aankhon se aansu nikal aaye, par woh ro bhi nahi paayi zor se.
Sharm itni thi ki awaaz nikalne se bhi darr lag raha tha.
Vimla kya soch rahi hogi? Ki memsaab bhi unhi jaisi hai? Ki main bhi uske aadmi ke lund pe tadapti hoon?
Aur sach toh yahi tha.
Woh tadapti thi. Woh maza leti thi. Woh khud apron pehen ke uska wait karti thi. Woh khud bolti thi “pel zor se… meri chut teri hai”.
Ab jab sab saamne aa gaya, toh wahi baatein usko andar se khaa rahi thi.
Prakash… agar usne kabhi dekh liya…
Sirf soch se hi uska pet sikud gaya. Ayan ka chehra aankhon ke saamne aa gaya. college bag, doodh peete hue, “Mamma” bolte hue.
Agar yeh scandal bahar aa gaya toh us beta ki kya izzat bachegi?
Mainne sab kuch daav pe laga diya… ek watchman ke lund ke liye.
Sharm ab gusse mein badal rahi thi — khud par gussa.
Kaise itni neeche gir gayi main? Kab control chhoot gaya? Pehli baar jab Dara ne mujhe chuua tha, tab kyun nahi rok liya maine khud ko?
Uske nipples ab bhi hard the. Sharm ke saath-saath body ab bhi thodi si yaad kar rahi thi woh dhakke, woh jeebh, woh zor se pakadna. Yeh physical yaad usko aur sharminda kar rahi thi. Jaise uska shareer bhi uske khilaaf gawahi de raha ho.
Woh chahti thi ki zameen phat jaaye. Woh chahti thi ki woh kahin ghayab ho jaaye. Woh chahti thi ki Vimla ne kabhi na dekha ho.
Par sab dekh chuka tha.
Dara ne abhi abhi saaf bol diya tha — “Hum wohi kar rahe the jo tu aur main karte hain.”
Har lafz uske seene mein chubh raha tha.
Haan… main bhi wahi karti hoon. Main bhi uski randi hoon. Ab chhupane ki koi jagah nahi bachi.
Usne aankhein aur tight band kar li. Ek aur aansu gird gaya.
Andar se sirf ek hi dua nikal rahi thi —
Bas ab khatam ho jaaye yeh. Mujhe aur mat niharo. Mujhe aur mat sharminda mat karo.
Par sharm toh ab uske andar bas chuki thi. Aur woh jaanti thi… yeh sharm aaj se uske saath hi rahegi.
Darwaza lock nahi tha.
Crrreeeaaakkk…
Ahista se darwaza khul gaya.
Living room mein khade Dara aur Vimla dono jhatke se us taraf dekhne lage.
Aur phir… unki aankhon ke saamne woh nazaara aa gaya.
Meri biwi.
Almost nangi.
Blue apron jo ab sirf pet tak tha, uske neeche se bade-bade flour lage hue boobs bahar latak rahe the. Nipples abhi bhi hard, body pe aate ke ched, thighs geeli, aur haath peeche apron ki strings se bandhe hue.
Gaand pe abhi bhi thappad ke laal nishaan.
Vimla ki aankhein badi ho gayi jaise koi saucer. Muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Shock se uska chehra sukh gaya.
High-class, padhi-likhi, shaadi-shuda memsaab… is haalat mein. Haath bandhe, body messy, bilkul aisi jaise abhi abhi kisi ne usko ache se pela ho.
Menaka ka chehra dekh ke hi samajh aa raha tha. Uski aankhon mein pura dahshat tha… aur uske saath ek gehra, jalta hua sharm.
Woh turant kitchen ke sabse door wale kone mein bhag ke chali gayi, peeth deewar se chipka ke. Aankhein neeche, zameen pe. Uske andar ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi —
Main kya ban gayi hoon… yeh kya haalat ho gayi meri…
Dara wahi khada reh gaya. Chehre pe irritation thi. Jo do auratein woh alag-alag chod raha tha, ab dono saamne aa gayi thi.
Vimla pehle shock se nikli.
“OH MY GOD!! TUNE USKE SAATH KYA KIYA HAI???” usne cheekhte hue kaha.
Woh kitchen ki taraf bhaagni wali thi, par Dara ne usko peeche se pakad liya.
“Chup kar!” Dara ne usko apni baahon mein jakad liya.
“MAIN YEAH NAHI CHAHTI THI! MAINE NAHI CHAHA THA KI TU USKO BANG KARE!”
“Ab saali chup ho jaayegi?!” Dara ne usko dheere-dheere kitchen ki taraf kheenchte hue kaha. “Main usko bang nahi kar raha.”
Menaka kone mein kaanp rahi thi. Itni zyada kaanp rahi thi ki uske boobs hil rahe the. Aate aur paseene milke ab sticky ho gaye the uske tits pe. Aankhon mein paani aa gaya tha, par woh zameen se nazar nahi hata pa rahi thi.
Sharm aati hai… itni sharm aati hai… kaash zameen phat jaaye aur main sama jaaun.
Vimla ab bhi Dara ki pakad se chhutne ki koshish kar rahi thi.
“Memsaab! Aap theek ho na memsaab? Usne aapke saath kya kiya? Bhagwan… kya kiya usne aapse?”
Menaka ne kuch nahi bola. Sirf neeche dekhti rahi. Uski khamoshi mein hi saari sharm samayi hui thi.
Dara ka sabr jawaab de gaya. Usne Vimla ko chhoda aur ek zor ka back-hand thappad uske muh pe mara.
“SLAP!”
Vimla ki awaaz ruk gayi. Usne haath apne jalan bhare gaal pe rakh liya. Menaka aur zyada kaanpne lagi, par chup rahi. Uski sharm ab itni badh chuki thi ki bolna bhi mushkil ho raha tha.
Dara ne Vimla ke baal pakad liye.
“Ab chup rahegi aur mujhe explain karne degi?”
Vimla ne sir hilaya.
“Theek hai.” Dara ne uske baal chhode aur gusse se bola, “Saala kya bakchodi ho gayi hai aaj!”
Woh Menaka ki taraf muda.
“Memsaab… tum usse batana chahti ho?”
Menaka ne sirf apni aankhein aur neeche jhuka li. Aankhon se ek aansu gir gaya, flour lage boob pe.
Main kaise bolun… main kaise bolun ki main raazi thi… ki main uske lund pe tadap rahi thi…
Dara ne saans bhar ke kaha, “Kam se kam itna toh bol do ki yeh bang nahi hai.”
Vimla ne ab thodi himmat ki.
“Phir yeh kya hai?”
Dara ne shoulders uthaye, halka sa muskuraya aur seedha bol diya —
“Memsaab aur main… hum wohi kar rahe the jo tu aur main karte hain.”
Kitchen mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi fail gayi.
Menaka ki aankhein band ho gayi. Sharm ke maare uska chehra laal ho chuka tha. Woh chahti thi ki kahin ghayab ho jaaye… par ab sab ke saamne thi.
Menaka kone mein khadi thi, aankhein band, saans short-short le rahi thi.
Andar se ek hi cheez bar-bar chillla rahi thi —
Sharm… itni sharm aa rahi hai ki main mar jaaun.
Uske boobs ab bhi nange the, aate aur paseene se chipchipaye hue. Thighs ke beech se ab bhi Dara ka cum dheere-dheere tapak raha tha, aur har tapak usko yaad dila raha tha ki thodi der pehle woh kya kar rahi thi.
Gaand pe thappad ke nishaan ab bhi jalan kar rahe the. Haath peeche bandhe hue. Aur saamne… Vimla.
Woh Vimla jisse woh jealous hoti thi. Jisse woh neecha samajhti thi. Jisse usne jobs nikalwane ki koshish ki thi.
Aur aaj wahi Vimla usko is haalat mein dekh rahi thi.
Main kya ban gayi hoon…
Uske dimaag mein pehle wali Menaka flash hui — woh jo high-class society mein baat karti thi, jo saree mein perfect dikhti thi, jo logon ko smile dekar “everything is fine” bolti thi. Jo apne beta ke liye perfect mummy banne ki koshish karti thi.
Jo Prakash ke saamne demure biwi thi.
Aur ab?
Apron se nange boobs jhalak rahe hain. Body pe kisi aur mard ke kaatne aur thappad ke nishaan hain.
Chut ke andar ab bhi us watchman ka maal bhara hua hai. Aur haath peeche bandhe hue, bilkul aise jaise koi sasti randi ho.
Randii… haan, main ab randi hi toh ban gayi hoon.
Yeh sochte hi uske gale mein kuch atak gaya. Aankhon se aansu nikal aaye, par woh ro bhi nahi paayi zor se.
Sharm itni thi ki awaaz nikalne se bhi darr lag raha tha.
Vimla kya soch rahi hogi? Ki memsaab bhi unhi jaisi hai? Ki main bhi uske aadmi ke lund pe tadapti hoon?
Aur sach toh yahi tha.
Woh tadapti thi. Woh maza leti thi. Woh khud apron pehen ke uska wait karti thi. Woh khud bolti thi “pel zor se… meri chut teri hai”.
Ab jab sab saamne aa gaya, toh wahi baatein usko andar se khaa rahi thi.
Prakash… agar usne kabhi dekh liya…
Sirf soch se hi uska pet sikud gaya. Ayan ka chehra aankhon ke saamne aa gaya. college bag, doodh peete hue, “Mamma” bolte hue.
Agar yeh scandal bahar aa gaya toh us beta ki kya izzat bachegi?
Mainne sab kuch daav pe laga diya… ek watchman ke lund ke liye.
Sharm ab gusse mein badal rahi thi — khud par gussa.
Kaise itni neeche gir gayi main? Kab control chhoot gaya? Pehli baar jab Dara ne mujhe chuua tha, tab kyun nahi rok liya maine khud ko?
Uske nipples ab bhi hard the. Sharm ke saath-saath body ab bhi thodi si yaad kar rahi thi woh dhakke, woh jeebh, woh zor se pakadna. Yeh physical yaad usko aur sharminda kar rahi thi. Jaise uska shareer bhi uske khilaaf gawahi de raha ho.
Woh chahti thi ki zameen phat jaaye. Woh chahti thi ki woh kahin ghayab ho jaaye. Woh chahti thi ki Vimla ne kabhi na dekha ho.
Par sab dekh chuka tha.
Dara ne abhi abhi saaf bol diya tha — “Hum wohi kar rahe the jo tu aur main karte hain.”
Har lafz uske seene mein chubh raha tha.
Haan… main bhi wahi karti hoon. Main bhi uski randi hoon. Ab chhupane ki koi jagah nahi bachi.
Usne aankhein aur tight band kar li. Ek aur aansu gird gaya.
Andar se sirf ek hi dua nikal rahi thi —
Bas ab khatam ho jaaye yeh. Mujhe aur mat niharo. Mujhe aur mat sharminda mat karo.
Par sharm toh ab uske andar bas chuki thi. Aur woh jaanti thi… yeh sharm aaj se uske saath hi rahegi.
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