22-09-2026, 02:05 PM
Babaji ne apni ungliyon ko dheere-dheere Mayuri ke bhare-bhare kalshon par phera. Peela suit ke patle kapde ke upar se bhi uske stanon ki narmai aur garmahat saaf mahsoos ho rahi thi. Uski ungliyon ke sparsh se Mayuri ke nipple turant sakht hokar ubhar aaye aur laal rang ke chhote-chhote pahaadiyon ki tarah kapde ko andar se thelne lage. Aaj usne bra bhi nahi pehni thi, isliye Babaji ko har ubhaar aur har kampan bina kisi rok-tok ke mahsoos ho raha tha.
Mayuri ki saansein bhaari ho chuki theen. Uski chhaati upar-neeche ho rahi thi aur Babaji ki ungliyon ke har sparsh par uske shareer mein ek meethee-si lahar daud jaati. Maitri rachit kahani.
Babaji ne kaamuk muskaan ke saath kaha, "Bolo na Mayuri… koi achha sa naam de do apne man se… mere is ghode ko."
Mayuri kuch pal tak sharm se sir jhukaye rahi. Uske gaal laal ho chuke the. Phir usne bahut dheere, lagbhag phusphusate hue kaha, "Ghoda… waise to yeh ghode ke land jaisa hi hai. Isliye maine yeh naam chuna. Aapko koi problem toh nahi?"
Babaji ji ko yeh naam sunkar halki-si hansi chhoot gayi. Unhone Mayuri ke baalon mein ungliyaan phiraate hue poochha,
"Ghoda? Achha hai… lekin ghoda hi kyun?"
Mayuri ab thodi himmat karke uski aankhon mein dekhte hue boli, "Dekho na… yeh ghode jaisa hi hai. Lamba… mota… aur mujhe dekhkar jaise hinahina raha hai… phadak raha hai."
Uski baat sunkar Babaji ji ki aankhon mein sharaarat aur vaasna dono chamak utheen. Mayuri ab dheere-dheere khul rahi thi, aur yahi ve chahte the.
Babaji ne apni aawaaz ko aur gehri, kaamuk banate hue kaha,
"Achha… toh ab tumne mere ghode ko astabal se bahar nikaal hi diya hai… toh iska chaara bhi khila do na… meri sharmili Mayuri." Kahate hue Babaji ka haath upar utha aur unke moti, garam ungliyaan Mayuri ke geele, phadakte honthon par thirkaney lageen. Ishaara saaf tha.
Mayuri ne pal bhar unki aankhon mein dekha. Sharm, dar aur teevra uttejana ka mishran tha uski nazar mein. Phir usne dheere se honth khole. Uske moti jaise safed daanton ke beech se laal-gulaabi jeebh bahar nikli.
Usne Babaji ke mote, nason wale ghode ke aage wale hisse ko apne naram, garam honthon mein liya. Pehle sirf sir ko… bahut dheere-dheere. Phir apni jeebh ki nok se uske chhote-chhote chhed ko kuredne lagi.
"Ahhhh…" Babaji ke munh se ek gehri aah nikli.
Mayuri ne dono haathon se unke ghode ko mazbooti se pakad rakha tha. Uski ungliyaan uske motepan ko mahsoos kar rahi theen. Ve dheere-dheere sir aage-peeche karne lagi. Uske honth ab aur zyada khul chuke the. Geeli jeebh land ke chaaron or lipat rahi thi, choos rahi thi, sahla rahi thi. Chamdi ke andar uski jeebh ghoom rahi thi taaki supaara apne aap bahar aa jaye.
Babaji ne aankhein band kar leen aur sir ko peeche tika diya. Unke chehre par aanand ke bhaav saaf dikh rahe the.
"Bahut achha… bas aise hi… dheere-dheere chooso Mayuri… tumhare munh mein bahut garmi hai… aur mere ghode ko tumhare munh ki garmi se garmahat mil rahi hai." Unhone Mayuri ke sir ko pakda aur apne land ki or thoda sa dhakela. Mayuri bhi isi aamantran ki raah dekh rahi thi. Bina virodh kiye usne apna munh kuch zyada khola taaki ab uske premi ghode ko zyada garmahat de sake.
Kuch der baad Babaji ne aankhein kholin aur Mayuri ke baalon ko sahlate hue bole,
"Tumne toh mere land ka naam ghoda rakh diya… ab main bhi tumhari choot ka naam rakhna chahta hoon…" Edited by Funlover.
Mayuri ne unke ghode ko choosate hue hi upar dekha. Uski aankhein nam aur bharee huee theen. Aankhon hi aankhon mein poocha - kya naam?
Babaji muskuraye aur bole, "Billi…"
Mayuri ke munh se ek halki-si hansi nikal gayi, lekin ghode ko munh se nikala nahi. Ve choosti rahi. Phir beech-beech mein rukkar boli,
"Billi? Billi hi kyun?"
Babaji ne uske baalon ko halka sa kheenchkar use aur gehrai mein le jaane ki koshish karte hue kaha,
"Kyunki mujhe pata hai… jis tarah tum mere ghode ko abhi choos rahi ho… lapalapa rahi ho… theek usi tarah tumhari billi bhi ek din mere ghode ko chaategi… nochegi… aur uska poora doodh pee jayegi…"
Yeh baat sunte hi Mayuri ke shareer mein ek jhurajhuri daud gayi. Uski choot ab pooree tarah geeli ho chuki thi. Usne aur josh se Babaji ke ghode ko munh mein le liya. Babaji ka land nason se phula hua tha phir bhi Mayuri ne koshish ki aur ghoda uske munh mein sama gaya.
Babaji ka haath ab uske sir ke peeche aa gaya. Unhone dheere-dheere dabaav badhaya. Mayuri taiyaar nahi thi. Achaanak Babaji ka mota ghoda uske gale tak chala gaya.
"Gggghhh…" Mayuri ke gale se ek dabi hui aawaaz nikli. Uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Khaansi aane lagi, lekin usne ghode ko munh se nahi nikala.
Babaji ne pyaar se uske baal sahlate hue kaha,
"Shaant… aaraam se… saans lo… tum meri achhi ladki ho… Guru jo sikha raha hai, use seekho… dheere-dheere sab aa jayega…" Babaji ab mauke ko chhodna nahi chahte the. Kal usse chhod diya tha, aaj use paane ka mauka tha aur ve ab saamne se munh ko Babaji ke land ke naam khol diya tha.
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Jude rahiye dosto.
Prastutkarta Maitri Patel.
Mayuri ki saansein bhaari ho chuki theen. Uski chhaati upar-neeche ho rahi thi aur Babaji ki ungliyon ke har sparsh par uske shareer mein ek meethee-si lahar daud jaati. Maitri rachit kahani.
Babaji ne kaamuk muskaan ke saath kaha, "Bolo na Mayuri… koi achha sa naam de do apne man se… mere is ghode ko."
Mayuri kuch pal tak sharm se sir jhukaye rahi. Uske gaal laal ho chuke the. Phir usne bahut dheere, lagbhag phusphusate hue kaha, "Ghoda… waise to yeh ghode ke land jaisa hi hai. Isliye maine yeh naam chuna. Aapko koi problem toh nahi?"
Babaji ji ko yeh naam sunkar halki-si hansi chhoot gayi. Unhone Mayuri ke baalon mein ungliyaan phiraate hue poochha,
"Ghoda? Achha hai… lekin ghoda hi kyun?"
Mayuri ab thodi himmat karke uski aankhon mein dekhte hue boli, "Dekho na… yeh ghode jaisa hi hai. Lamba… mota… aur mujhe dekhkar jaise hinahina raha hai… phadak raha hai."
Uski baat sunkar Babaji ji ki aankhon mein sharaarat aur vaasna dono chamak utheen. Mayuri ab dheere-dheere khul rahi thi, aur yahi ve chahte the.
Babaji ne apni aawaaz ko aur gehri, kaamuk banate hue kaha,
"Achha… toh ab tumne mere ghode ko astabal se bahar nikaal hi diya hai… toh iska chaara bhi khila do na… meri sharmili Mayuri." Kahate hue Babaji ka haath upar utha aur unke moti, garam ungliyaan Mayuri ke geele, phadakte honthon par thirkaney lageen. Ishaara saaf tha.
Mayuri ne pal bhar unki aankhon mein dekha. Sharm, dar aur teevra uttejana ka mishran tha uski nazar mein. Phir usne dheere se honth khole. Uske moti jaise safed daanton ke beech se laal-gulaabi jeebh bahar nikli.
Usne Babaji ke mote, nason wale ghode ke aage wale hisse ko apne naram, garam honthon mein liya. Pehle sirf sir ko… bahut dheere-dheere. Phir apni jeebh ki nok se uske chhote-chhote chhed ko kuredne lagi.
"Ahhhh…" Babaji ke munh se ek gehri aah nikli.
Mayuri ne dono haathon se unke ghode ko mazbooti se pakad rakha tha. Uski ungliyaan uske motepan ko mahsoos kar rahi theen. Ve dheere-dheere sir aage-peeche karne lagi. Uske honth ab aur zyada khul chuke the. Geeli jeebh land ke chaaron or lipat rahi thi, choos rahi thi, sahla rahi thi. Chamdi ke andar uski jeebh ghoom rahi thi taaki supaara apne aap bahar aa jaye.
Babaji ne aankhein band kar leen aur sir ko peeche tika diya. Unke chehre par aanand ke bhaav saaf dikh rahe the.
"Bahut achha… bas aise hi… dheere-dheere chooso Mayuri… tumhare munh mein bahut garmi hai… aur mere ghode ko tumhare munh ki garmi se garmahat mil rahi hai." Unhone Mayuri ke sir ko pakda aur apne land ki or thoda sa dhakela. Mayuri bhi isi aamantran ki raah dekh rahi thi. Bina virodh kiye usne apna munh kuch zyada khola taaki ab uske premi ghode ko zyada garmahat de sake.
Kuch der baad Babaji ne aankhein kholin aur Mayuri ke baalon ko sahlate hue bole,
"Tumne toh mere land ka naam ghoda rakh diya… ab main bhi tumhari choot ka naam rakhna chahta hoon…" Edited by Funlover.
Mayuri ne unke ghode ko choosate hue hi upar dekha. Uski aankhein nam aur bharee huee theen. Aankhon hi aankhon mein poocha - kya naam?
Babaji muskuraye aur bole, "Billi…"
Mayuri ke munh se ek halki-si hansi nikal gayi, lekin ghode ko munh se nikala nahi. Ve choosti rahi. Phir beech-beech mein rukkar boli,
"Billi? Billi hi kyun?"
Babaji ne uske baalon ko halka sa kheenchkar use aur gehrai mein le jaane ki koshish karte hue kaha,
"Kyunki mujhe pata hai… jis tarah tum mere ghode ko abhi choos rahi ho… lapalapa rahi ho… theek usi tarah tumhari billi bhi ek din mere ghode ko chaategi… nochegi… aur uska poora doodh pee jayegi…"
Yeh baat sunte hi Mayuri ke shareer mein ek jhurajhuri daud gayi. Uski choot ab pooree tarah geeli ho chuki thi. Usne aur josh se Babaji ke ghode ko munh mein le liya. Babaji ka land nason se phula hua tha phir bhi Mayuri ne koshish ki aur ghoda uske munh mein sama gaya.
Babaji ka haath ab uske sir ke peeche aa gaya. Unhone dheere-dheere dabaav badhaya. Mayuri taiyaar nahi thi. Achaanak Babaji ka mota ghoda uske gale tak chala gaya.
"Gggghhh…" Mayuri ke gale se ek dabi hui aawaaz nikli. Uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Khaansi aane lagi, lekin usne ghode ko munh se nahi nikala.
Babaji ne pyaar se uske baal sahlate hue kaha,
"Shaant… aaraam se… saans lo… tum meri achhi ladki ho… Guru jo sikha raha hai, use seekho… dheere-dheere sab aa jayega…" Babaji ab mauke ko chhodna nahi chahte the. Kal usse chhod diya tha, aaj use paane ka mauka tha aur ve ab saamne se munh ko Babaji ke land ke naam khol diya tha.
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Jude rahiye dosto.
Prastutkarta Maitri Patel.
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