Adultery I Lost Mom to the Boy Next Door

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Left wale darwaze ki kundi lagne ki aawaz kab ki thandhi pad chuki thi.
Stairs par ab kisi ke jooton ki thap-thap nahi thi; tempo wala chala gaya tha, society ka chowkidar neeche lohe ka main gate band kar chuka tha, aur is naye flat ke darwaze par andar se bhari brass ki chain lag chuki thi. Bahar ki duniya, Dadar ki sadak, aur woh teenon log jo subah se is khel ka hissa the—Ramesh, Arjun, aur Priya—ab us nau inch ki deewar ke us paar simat chuke the.
Vaishali hall ke beechon-beech khadi rahi.
Jism par wahi subah ki maroon banarasi silk saree lipti thi, sleeveless blouse ke deep-cut gale se uske bhare, unche sthan har saans ke saath ubhar rahe the, gale mein Vikram ka naya bhaari mangalsutra latak raha tha, maang mein sookha hua sindoor ek laal daag jaisa tha, aur haathon par rachi mehendi thakawat se kaali pad chuki thi.
Vikram ne darwaze ki latch lagane ke baad peeche mudkar jootey utaare. Kalai se mehangi gold watch nikaal kar dining table ke kanch par rakhi—halki si thak aawaz aayi. Phir usne seedhe khade hokar Vaishali ko dekha.
Woh nazar kisi mehmaan ko dekhne wali nahi thi; woh kisi aisi cheez ko dekhne wali nazar thi jise bazaar se poori keemat chukakar, sabke saamne sign karwa ke, aakhirkaar chaar deewari ke andar akela paa liya gaya ho. Uski aankhon mein 24 saal ke jawan mard ki woh bhookh thi jo pichle do hafte se phone ki screen par, corridor ke kone mein, aur haldi ki chowki par ghut rahi thi.
Vaishali ke dimaag ke andar bache-khuche saare raste ek-ek karke band ho rahe the. Doosra chhota kamra? Wahan koi kundi nahi thi. Sir dard ka bahaana? Aise jawan mard ke aage yeh bahaana do minute nahi tikta. Arjun ki di hui rassi—“ek mahina, bas manage kar le”—is khali, bandh flat ke sannate mein bilkul khokhli lag rahi thi. Register par Meera ka naam tha, gale mein Vikram ka daala hua sona tha, aur darwaza uski apni jeb se nikli chabhi se band tha.
Usne apne pallu ko dono haathon se kas kar pakda aur bilkul seedhi, thar-tharati aawaz mein kaha:
“Main bohot thak gayi hoon... subah se dimag theek nahi hai. Tum... tum jaakar us master bedroom mein so jao. Main yahan hall ke sofa par let jaungi. Kal subah jo baat karni hogi, aaram se karenge.”
Vikram ke honthon par ek dheemi, be-sharm hasi phail gayi. Usne do lambe kadam aage badhaye.
“Hall mein? Shaadi wali raat ko meri biwi hall ke sofa par soyegi?” Vikram uske itna kareeb aa gaya ki uski chhati Vaishali ke nange kandhon se bas do ungli door thi. “Register par sign ho chuka hai, Meera. Gale mein mera mangalsutra hai. Yeh flat mera hai, aur woh phoolon se saja hua palang hamara hai.”
Vaishali ne darr kar ek kadam peeche liya. Saree ka pallu usne apne bhare hue seene par aur kheench liya, taaki cleavage thodi chhip sake.
“Naam register pe likh diya hai, yeh main jaanti hoon... par phir bhi, aaj nahi. Subah se bohot ajeeb tamasha hua hai, mera shareer aur dimaag dono tayyar nahi hain. Mujhe thoda waqt do... main aadat daal lungi. Par aaj raat... please, aaj nahi.”
Vikram ruk nahi raha tha. Uske jism se mehnge deodrant, thode se paseene, aur jawan mard ki garam aanch nikal rahi thi. Uski aawaz mein koi gussa nahi tha, par ek aisi dabi hui gandi zidd thi jo kisi inkaar ko sunti hi nahi:
“Waqt photo dekhne ke din se de raha hoon tumhe. Pehle din se jab screen pe zoom kiya tha, tab se wait kar raha hoon. Hallway mein sirf door se dekha, haldi pe thodi si kamar chhoone ko mili. Aaj waqt khatam ho gaya hai, Meera. Aaj raat koi udhaar nahi chalega.”
Vaishali ke seene mein dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha jaise haddiyan tod dega. Usne ek aakhri bahaana dhoondha—nahaana. Paani. Kapde badalna. Kam se kam bees minute ka waqt mil jaayega, shayad tab tak yeh ladka bistar par thak kar aankh band kar le.
“Main... main pehle nahaane ja rahi hoon,” usne thar-tharate hothon se kaha. “Subah se haldi, paseena aur safar ki gandagi lagi hui hai. Naha kar fresh ho jaoon, phir dekhte hain.”
Vikram ki bhookhi nazar Vaishali ke sleeveless blouse ke ubhaar par ruki, aur phir poori maroon saree ke gher ko upar se neeche tak naapa. Uske chehre par ek gandi, rasili muskaan aayi.
“Naha le. Par ek baat dhyan se sun le—yeh maroon saree aur blouse nahaane ke baad wapas pehan kar bahar aana. Yahi joda chahiye mujhe. Main subah se isi maroon silk mein tujhe nanga karne ki planning kar raha hoon. Koi doosra purana kapda nikaal kar pehanna mat. Geeli ho toh geeli saree hi lapet kar aana, par aana isi mein.”
Vaishali ka gala sookh kar kaanta ho gaya.
Nahaana koi azaadi nahi raha. Yeh nahaana toh uske jism ko usi jode mein dho kar laana tha jisme usne Dadar ke flat mein chai parosi thi, jisme usne register par sign kiya tha, aur jisme uske apne bete ne use landing par doosre mard ke haathon mein dekha tha.
Usne bas dabi hui saans mein kaha, “Thoda garam paani kar leti hoon.”
Woh tezi se master bedroom ke attached bathroom ke andar ghusi aur darwaza andar se band kar diya. Par bathroom ke darwaze par koi mazboot kundi nahi thi—bas ek aam plastic ka latch tha jo ek dhakke mein khul sakta tha.
Usne nal khola. Paani ki dhaar phar-phar karke balti mein girne lagi.
Usne kaanpte haathon se maroon silk saree ka pallu kandhe se giraya. Petticoat ki dori dheeli ki, silk ka bhaari kapda phisal kar zameen par gira. Peeth ke peeche haath le jaakar sleeveless blouse ke chaaron hooks khole.
Jab usne bra utari, toh uske dono heavy, rasile gore breasts azaad hokar aage jhuk gaye—42 saal ki umar ke bawajood unka bhaari wazan aur unke nipple ka dark tanav abhi bhi ek behisaab garmi liye hue tha. Collarbone ka til, nangi choudi kamar, aur soft pet ka fold bathroom ke sheeshe mein bilkul nanga dikh raha tha.
Gale mein Vikram ka naya mangalsutra latak raha tha. Usne use utaarne ke liye haath badhaya, par ruk gayi—ise utaarne ka matlab tha ki woh ladka aur bhadak jaayega, aur ise pehan kar nahaana yeh jata raha tha ki woh ab sach mein kisi ki bandhi hui aurat ban chuki thi.
Usne thande-garam paani ke magge apne jism par udele. Bleach ki galat paleness gaalon se dhul kar behne lagi, aur uski asli, dabi hui wheatish skin wapas jhalakne lagi. Paani ki dhaar uske bhaari stanon ke beech se hoti hui pet ke fold aur hips tak beh rahi thi. Usne socha—kapde yahi chhod doon, towel lapet kar nikal aaoon. Par use pata tha ki agar usne inkaar kiya, toh woh ladka darwaza tod kar andar ghusne mein ek second nahi lagayega.
Usne geela badan aadha-adhura ponchha. Wahi sleeveless maroon blouse uthaya. Geeli, garam chamdi par jab usne woh kapda kheencha, toh kapda uske bhaari stanon se chipak gaya. Sweetheart neckline ke upar se dono gore gole aadhe se zyada bahar dhas aaye, cleavage aur gehari ho gayi. Geeli kamar par maroon silk saree ko wapas baandha. Geela kapda uski chaudi hips aur thighs par aise chipak gaya jaise chamdi se chipka ho.
Sheeshe mein usne apna chehra dekha. Baal poori tarah geelay the, peeth par bikhre hue. Maang ki sindoor paani se beh kar thodi phail chuki thi, aur naya gold mangalsutra geeli chhati par chamak raha tha. 42 saal ki maa is geeli maroon saree mein kisi 35 saal ki pyasi, nangi dulhan se kam nahi lag rahi thi.
Usne darwaza khola.
Vikram master bedroom ke darwaze ke theek samne khada tha. Kurte ke saare buttons usne khol diye the, andar se uski chaudi mardana chhati nangi dikh rahi thi, aur aankhon mein aisi garmi thi jaise kisi bhookhe janwar ke aage taaza shikar aa gaya ho.
Geeli maroon silk mein lipti Vaishali ko dekhte hi Vikram ke munh se ek gehri, garam saans nikli.
Geela kapda uske dono heavy breasts par itna tight baitha tha ki bra na pehanne ki wajah se uske dark nipples ka ubhaar kapde ke paar se saaf jhalak raha tha. Geelay baalon se paani ki boondein tapak kar uske nange gore kandhon, collarbone ke til, aur deep cleavage ke andar beh rahi thi. Kamar ka soft hissa saree ke geelaypan se aur zyada chikna aur ubhra hua lag raha tha.



Vikram ke honthon par aag phail gayi. “Yahi... bilkul yahi chahiye tha mujhe. Idhar aa.”
Vaishali ne darr kar do kadam peeche liye, aawaz mein aakhri bachi hui laachar maryada thi:
“Kapda bohot geela hai... chipak raha hai. Main pehle sookha kapda pehan leti hoon, thand lag jaayegi.”
“Nahi,” Vikram ki aawaz bhaari aur dabi hui aayi. “Koi doosra kapda nahi chhuayegi tu.”
Woh aage badha. Usne seedhe gale par haath nahi daala—usne apne dono chaude, garam haath Vaishali ki geeli, chikni kamar par rakh diye. Dono anguthe uske soft pet ke maans mein dhas gaye, bilkul us jagah jahan saree ki peti ka geela kapda kamar ko daba raha tha. Ek taaqatwar mardana pakad, jaise koi shikar ko dono haathon se thaam leta hai.
Phir uske haath dheere-dheere upar sarakne lage. Ribs ke upar se hote hue, uske dono haath Vaishali ke bhare hue stanon ke theek neeche ke fold tak pahunche. Usne poora nahi dabaya—sirf unke bhaari wazan aur unke garam gher ko apni ungliyon ke poron se naapa. Doosra haath pallu ko kandhe se hata kar Vaishali ki nangi, geeli peeth par chala gaya.
Vaishali ka poora jism ek second mein pathar ki tarah akad gaya. Uske roongte khade ho gaye.
“Haath hatao apna... aisi be-sharmi mat karo!”
“Be-sharmi?” Vikram uske itna kareeb jhuka ki uske garam honth Vaishali ke kaan ke parde se takraye. Uski aawaz mein koi filmi pyaar ya tameez nahi thi; ekdam nangi, gandi aur mardana aag thi:
“Itne hafton se teri us cropped photo ko dekh-dekh kar bistar par muth maari hai maine, samjhi? Hallway mein bas door se dekha tha toh lund phatne ko ho gaya tha. Haldi par bas thodi si kamar mili thi. Aur aaj tu poori geeli hokar meri silk saree mein mere bistar ke aage khadi hai. Ab kis baat ki sharm aa rahi hai tujhe? Main tera kanooni pati hoon ab. Yeh mera haq hai, aur tera yeh poora bhara hua jism ab se mera hai... neeche se lekar in—”
Vikram ke haath ne aage badhkar maroon blouse ke deep cut ke kinare ko pakda aur ek jhatke mein halka sa aage kheencha. Vaishali ka aadha nanga, bhaari gora breast blouse se bahar jhankne laga, aur Vikram ne use ek ungli se daba kar wapas chhod diya.
“—in bhari chhatiyon tak, sab mera hai aaj raat.”
Vaishali ke dono gaal sharm aur gusse se laal pad gaye. 42 saal ki umar, beta theek us deewar ke us paar soya hua, aur uske bete ki umar ka yeh 24 saal ka ladka uske jism ke ek-ek hisse ko itni gandi bhasha mein bol kar naap raha tha.
“Aise gande lafz mat bolo... maine aisi baatein kabhi nahi suni. Mujhe... mujhe sharm aati hai yeh sab sun kar!”
Vikram ek halki si be-parwah hasi hasa aur uske honthon ke itna kareeb aa gaya ki uski garam saans Vaishali ke honthon ko geela karne lagi.
“Pati se sharm kaisa, Meera? Register pe sign kiya hai na tune? Yeh mangalsutra tere gale mein mere haathon se gaya hai na? Agar tu sharmayegi, toh main aur zyada chhodunga tujhe. Bol, kahan-kahan sharm aati hai tujhe? Yahan?”
Vikram ka haath jhatke se neeche gaya aur usne geeli maroon saree ke upar se hi Vaishali ki choudi, bhaari gaand ke dono golon ko apne chaude panje mein bhar kar zor se daboch liya.
Vaishali ke munh se ek dabi hui saans nikli: “Ahh...”


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Yahan sharm aati hai?” Vikram ka doosra haath wapas upar aaya aur usne blouse ke upar se hi uske daayein heavy breast ko poora mutthi mein bhar kar squeeze kiya. “Bol na! Aaj raat ek baar nahi chhodunga tujhe... poori raat tere is mature jism ko nichodunga main.”
Vaishali ne ghabra kar uski dono mazboot kalaiyon ko apne haathon se pakad liya. Par uski pakad mein koi taaqat nahi thi; woh bas ek bebas aurat ki laachar guzaarish thi:
“Dheere karo... main tayyar nahi hoon sach mein. Aisi gandi language mat bolo mere aage... main ek gharelu aurat hoon, aisi aurat nahi jo—”
“Ab tu sirf meri aurat hai,” Vikram ne uski baat ko beech mein hi kaat diya, uski aankhon mein nasha chadh chuka tha. “Ghar aur sanskar us deewar ke us paar chhoot gaye. Yahan tu Meera hai, meri biwi hai. Yeh sharmana band kar ab.”
Vikram ka haath kisi bhookhe bhediye ki tarah uske jism par ghoomne laga. Pehle uski nangi, geeli peeth par ungliyan phiri, phir saree ke pallu ko jhatak kar uske soft pait ke maans ko masla, aur phir uska haath seedha peeth ke peeche blouse ke sabse oopar wale hook par jaakar tika.
Uski saansein itni garam ho chuki thi ki woh Vaishali ki gardan, collarbone ke us kaale til, aur mangalsutra ke locket ke upar lagataar lag rahi thi. Usne abhi gehra kiss nahi kiya tha, par uski naak aur hoth lagataar Vaishali ki geeli, bleached chamdi ko chaatne ke andaaz mein chhoo rahe the.
Vaishali ki aankhein behkar saamne us dividing deewar par gayi.
Us purani plaster wali deewar ke theek us paar uska apna saga beta, Arjun, bistar par let kar chhat ghoor raha hoga.
Ek mahina... 40 lakh cash... 25 lakh ka bank transfer... Dadar ka flat... aur Arjun ki jaan.
Sharm, ghin, darr, aur uske jism ke andar anjaane mein jaagne wali ek ajeeb si laachar tapish ne use poori tarah jakad liya tha.
Usne aakhri baar, bilkul tooti hui aawaz mein Vikram ke seene par haath rakh kar kaha:
“Aaj raat rehne do na... thoda sa wait kar lo. Kapde toh sookhne do kam se kam... kal aaram se—”
Vikram ne uski baat poori nahi hone di.
Usne apne dono haathon se Vaishali ke chehre ko pakda, aur bina ek pal ka waqt diye, apna garam, chauda munh seedhe Vaishali ke bhare hue, rasile honthon par daba diya.

Geeli maroon silk saree abhi bhi Vaishali ke jism par lipti hui thi jab uske kaanpte honthon se aakhri baar ek bebas lafz nikla tha—“wait.”
Par Vikram ne uski aawaz ka jawab kisi baat se nahi diya. Usne jawab seedha apne munh se diya.
Chumma behad hard tha. Usme koi narm romance ya shadi ka sasta riwaaz nahi tha; usme ek bhookhe mard ka jhatka tha. Vikram ke garam, sakht honthon ne Vaishali ke geele, kaanpte hothon ko be-dardi se daboch liya. Daant aapas mein takraye, aur Vaishali ki saans ek jhatke mein band ho gayi. Vaishali ne darr kar Vikram ki mazboot kalaiyon ko pakda, uski pathar jaisi chhati ko peeche dhakelne ki koshish ki, par uske munh ke andar se sirf toote hue lafz nikal kar Vikram ke gale mein hi dab gaye:
“Nahi—sun—aaj raat nahi—”
Vikram ne ek lafz nahi suna. Uska ek chauda haath Vaishali ki peeth par gaya, geeli banarasi silk ke kapde ko mutthi mein jakda, aur doosre haath se use master bedroom ke andar ek zor ka dhakka diya.
Woh seedha palang par nahi gayi. Pehle deewar aayi.
Wahi purani eent aur plaster wali dividing wall—jiske theek doosri taraf Arjun ke bistar ka headboard chipka hua tha.
Vaishali ke nange, geele kandhe ki haddi thandi deewar ke plaster se zor se takrayi. Gale mein latakta Vikram ke naam ka naya bhaari gold mangalsutra uske seene par ulat kar chhanak gaya. Eent ki thandak ne uski garam, bheegi chamdi mein ek jhanjhanahat daudayi.
Usne apna munh jhatak kar alag kiya, saans phooli hui thi, aankhen khauf se phati hui:
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“Itna zor mat karo... main... kapde—”
“Kapda tab tak yahi rahega jab tak main na bolun,” Vikram ki aawaz uske chehre par aag ki tarah lag rahi thi.
Usne ek jhatke mein maroon silk ka pallu kandhe se kheench kar zameen par phenk diya. Mogre ke phoolon ki mehak aur scented candles ki madmast roshni mein Vaishali ka sleeveless blouse bilkul khula dikh raha tha. Vikram ka doosra chauda haath seedha Vaishali ki peeth ke peeche gaya.
Pehla hook khula—tak. Doosra hook khula.
Vaishali ne apne dono haath peeth ke peeche le jaakar Vikram ki chaudi ungliyon ko nochte hue rokne ki koshish ki. Uski aawaz ek dabi hui ghutan ban chuki thi:
“Mat khol... please! Main keh rahi hoon na... nahi—”
Par teesra aur chautha hook ek jhatke mein khul gaya.
Sleeveless maroon blouse aage se do tukdon ki tarah phail kar dono kandhon se phisal gaya.
Neeche wahi geeli, cream rang ki gharelu bra bachi thi—bhaari, paani se bheegi hui, jiske cups Vaishali ke 42 saal ke heavy, rasile breasts ke wazan se neeche ko dhas rahe the.
Vikram ne bra ke cups ko foran nahi utaara. Woh do second ke liye ruk gaya. Uski aankhein aisi chamki jaise kisi juaari ko uska sabse bada inaam mil gaya ho.
Warm profile lights aur candles ki peeli aanch mein Vaishali ka poora seena nanga ubhar raha tha. Wheatish skin ke upar se bleach ki paleness paani ke saath dhul chuki thi; asli, gharelu aurat ka makhan jaisa gora jism samne tha. Bhaari breasts ke gol aakar geeli bra ke patle kapde ko itni taaqat se stretch kar rahe the ki unke theek beech se dark nipples ka ubhra hua saaya saaf jhalak raha tha. Left collarbone par woh gehra kaala til bilkul akele nanga khada tha, aur maang mein laal sindoor paani se halka sa phail kar maathe tak aa gaya tha.
Yeh koi cropped photo nahi thi. Yeh computer screen par zoom ki gayi tasveer nahi thi. Yeh woh 38 saal ki Meera banakar bechi gayi aurat thi jo ab asli haddiyon, maans aur tapish ke saath Vikram ke haathon ke neeche qaid thi.
Vaishali ne sharm ke maare jhatke se apne dono nange haath apne seene par cross kiye, un bhari golon ko chhipane ki koshish ki:
“Itna nanga mat karo... kam se kam light band kar do... koi dekh—”
Vikram ne uski suni hi nahi. Uske mazboot panje ne Vaishali ke dono haathon ko kalaiyon se pakad kar deewar ke saath upar daba diya, aur doosre haath se geeli bra ke back-hooks ko ek jhatke mein noch kar khol diya.
Dono cups neeche gir gaye.
Vaishali ke dono heavy, rasile gore breasts azaad hokar hawa mein khul gaye—bhaari, bhare hue, geelay jism se chipke hue nahi, balki nange, garam aur roshni ke neeche kaanpte hue. Dark brown rang ke bade areola, nipples thand aur darr ki wajah se kade ho kar tan chuke the, aur unka gher 42 saal ki maa hone ke bawajood behad bhara-poora aur rasila tha.
Vikram ke seene se ek aisi bhari, mardana saans nikli jaise uske andar koi janwar jaag gaya ho. Uski aankhon ki putliyan phail gayi.
Vaishali ke gale se cheekh nikalne hi wali thi, par theek usi pal uske dimaag ke parde par us dividing wall ka khauf zinda ho gaya. Usne apni poori taaqat se apni cheekh ko gale ke andar ghoont liya. Uski aawaz ek thar-tharati, dabi hui phusphusahat ban kar nikli:
“Haath hatao apna... koi sun lega! Deewar ke us paar log hain... next door ghar hai hamara! Aawaz mat nikaalo, main haath jodti hoon!”
“Kaun sunega?” Vikram ne apna poora chauda munh seedha Vaishali ke nange, gore baayein breast par phenk diya. “Tera bhatija Arjun? Sunne de... thak ke so gaya hoga woh!”
Vikram ke dono haathon ne ek saath Vaishali ke dono bhari stanon ko neeche se bhar kar mutthi mein jakad liya. Yeh koi aam chhuwan nahi thi; yeh ek mardana haq tha, ek qabza tha. Uske chaude anguthe dono nipples par ghoome, unhe masalte hue.
Aur phir uska munh shuru hua.
Garam jeebh ne Vaishali ke tanaav-bhare nipple ko lapeta, daant se halka sa kaata, aur poora areola munh ke andar kheench kar geela karke choosne laga. Ek nipple soojh kar laal ho gaya. Doosre pal usne doosre breast ko pakda aur use bhi usi bhookh se munh mein bhar liya.
Vaishali ka sar peechhe deewar par takraya. Uski aankhein dard, sharm aur jism mein daudti ek anjaani aag se band ho gayi. Uske haath jo Vikram ko dhakelne ke liye uthe the, woh kamzor padte gaye aur Vikram ke chaude kandhon par aakar jam gaye.
“Ahh—itna zor se mat... dheere karo... sunayi de jaayega kisi ko—”
Ek halki si moan uske munh se nikal gayi. Par usne foran apne neeche wale honth ko daanton se kaat liya, itni zor se ki khoon aane laga.
Uski kaanpti hui aankhein saamne us plaster ki deewar ko ghoorne lagi.
Kya Arjun sun raha hoga? Kya uske bistar tak yeh aawaz ja rahi hogi?
Deewar ke us paar se abhi koi aawaz nahi aayi thi—shayad wahan purane TV ki halki si sar-sarahat thi, shayad Priya ki saansein thi, ya shayad bilkul khamosh sannata. Vaishali ke dimaag mein Dadar flat ki landing, Ramesh ka jhuka hua sar, aur Arjun ke bistar par laga woh purana Marvel sticker ghoom gaya.
Vikram ne apna geela munh uske seene se uthaya. Uske honthon par Vaishali ke jism ki tapish aur mehak chamak rahi thi.
“Yeh sharmana band kar ab, Meera. Inko ab dhakne ki koshish mat karna... yeh raat bhar aise hi nange aur baahar rahenge mere aage.” Vikram ne dono stanon ko ek saath aapas mein daba diya, unki cleavage ke beech apna chehra ragadte hue garam saansein chhodne laga. “Kitne din se in bhari chhatiyon ka gher socha tha maine... aaj yeh mere munh mein hain. Tu meri kanooni biwi hai, samjhi? Chillana hai toh chilla. Sunega toh sunne de us Arjun ko bhi!”
“Nahi!” Vaishali ne dabi hui, gusse aur rone se bhari aawaz mein kaha. “Main nahi chillaungi... par tu bhi apni aawaz band rakh! Main mana nahi kar rahi hoon... main rukne ko nahi bol rahi... par itna zor mat karo! Agar kisi ne sun liya toh hamari saari izzat mitti mein mil jaayegi!”
Vikram ne uski ek baat nahi suni.
Usne doosra hard kiss seedha Vaishali ke honthon par jadd diya. Is baar uske haath nange breasts par the, unhe be-reham tareeqe se masalte hue. Uska doosra haath neeche gaya aur maroon silk saree ki geeli pleats ko pakad kar ek jhatke mein kamar se neeche gira diya.
Vaishali ka soft, gora pait bilkul nanga ho gaya. Geela petticoat uski chaudi hips par chipka hua tha.
Vaishali ki nangi peeth plaster wali deewar se lagataar ragad kha rahi thi. Beech mein latakta bhaari mangalsutra un dono ke dhaste hue jismon ke beech dab kar garam ho chuka tha.
Vaishali ne darr kar apne dono pair aapas mein jodne ki koshish ki, par Vikram ne foran apna ek ghutna aage daal kar uski dono taangon ko beech se chauda kar diya.
Abhi woh andar dakhil nahi hua tha.
Abhi sirf deewar thi, Vikram ka garam aur bhookha munh tha, Vaishali ke nange bhaari breasts the, aur us 42 saal ki maa ke seene ke andar ka woh khaufnak darr tha—ki har ek saans, har ek siski, aur is purani plaster ki deewar par padne wala har ek thud... theek uske sagi kokh se janam lene wale bete ke sirhane par jaakar gir raha tha.
Vaishali ne Vikram ke baalon ko pakda—pehle hataane ke liye, aur phir jism ki be-bas jalan mein sirf jakadne ke liye. Uski maang ka sindoor uske maathe par phail chuka tha, aur aankhon se nikla ek aansu uske gaal se fisal kar collarbone ke til par ja ruka.
Usne aakhri baar kachi, kaanpti aawaz mein kaan ke paas phusphusaya:
“Vikram... ruko na... deewar pe log hain—”
Vikram ne uske nipple ko daanton se halka sa kheench kar chhodte hue, uske kaan ke theek parde par gandi aur jeet-bhari aawaz mein kaha:
“Deewar ko jo sunna hai sunne de. Aaj raat toh teri shuruat bhi nahi hui hai abhi.”
Aur uska chauda, garam haath geeli saree ko hata kar, petticoat ke nade ke neeche... uski nangi jaanghon ke beech phisal gaya.

Blouse poora khul chuka tha. Dono heavy, rasile gore breasts bilkul azaad the, lamp ki madmast roshni mein chamakte hue; ek nipple Vikram ke daanto aur jeebh se geela, soojh kar laal aur tana hua tha. Vaishali ki nangi, gori peeth us thandi plaster wali deewar se sata kar dabi hui thi, jiske theek us paar uske sagi kokh se janam lene wale bete ka headboard laga tha.
Vikram ne ek kadam peeche liya—sirf isliye taaki is 42 saal ki bhari-poori aurat ke jism ko ek baar poori roshni mein nanga dekh sake.
Usne aage badh kar maroon silk saree ka gher dono haathon se uthaya, petticoat ki dori ko dheela kiya, aur geela kapda jhatak kar kamar ke upar kheencha. Petticoat uske nange gore pet par aakar thithak gaya. Vaishali ke dono ghutne, jo sharm se aapas mein jude the, Vikram ne apne dono chaude panjon se unhe be-dardi se chauda kar diya.
Light seedhi uske jism ke sabse gehre, niji hisse par padi.
Vikram ki aankhein wahi jam gayi.
Vaishali ki gori, bhaari thighs ka makhan jaisa gher, dono jaanghon ke beech ki gori narm ghaati, aur uske theek beech mein kaale, ghane, trimmed baalon ka halka sa ghera. Beech mein ek 42 saal ki mature, rasili aurat ki choudi, ubhri hui chut thi—gulabi-brown rang ke bhare hue, maansal honth, jo kisi 20 saal ki kachi ladki jaise sukhe nahi the, balki aurat ke jism ki poori rasdaari liye baithe the. Darr, ghabrahat, aur Vikram ke lagataar chhoone se uski chut ke lab bilkul sookhe nahi the; unke beech se kachi, chikni garmahat rasi hui thi.
Vikram ne ek pal ke liye rukh kar use dekha. Ek 38 saal ki unmarried ladki ke hisaab se yeh jism aur uski chut ka yeh bhara-poora roop kisi "pehli raat" jaisa an-chhua nahi lag raha tha.
Vikram ka chauda angutha aage badha. Usne chut ke dono maansal honthon ke theek beech ki line par halka sa dabaav daala.
Vaishali ka poora jism ek jhatke mein deewar ke plaster se akad gaya. Sar peeche takraya. Uske munh se ek dabi hui, gandi siski nikalne hi wali thi ki usne daant bheench liye:
“Mat dekho... light band karo na... koi—”
Vikram ne ungli nahi hatai. Usne uski aankhon mein dekha—aankhon mein gusse se zyada ek bhookhi, harami hairaani thi:
“Virgin nahi hai tu.”
Sawaal poora nahi tha; yeh ek kanooni pakad thi. Vaishali ki aankhein khauf aur sharm ke maare band ho gayi. Register par Meera likha tha, jo unmarried thi. Sach ugalne ka matlab tha ki yeh batana padta ki uski kokh se theek us deewar ke us paar soya hua ladka paida hua hai.
Vaishali ne darr, sharm aur aashkon se bhari aankhon ke saath aahiste se apna sar neeche-upar hilaya—ek dabi hui, laachar 'haan'.
Vikram kuch second tak uske chehre aur uski nangi chhati ko ghoorta raha. Phir uske honthon par ek gandi, vasiyat wali mardana muskaan phail gayi:
“Koi baat nahi... chalega. Main kaun sa naya banda hoon. Ab dekhte hain ki kitni tight bachi hai tu.”
Vikram ne apni ek chaudi ungli aage badhayi. Usne chut ke geele, garam chhed ke munh par ungli ghumayi, aur halka sa zor daal kar apni ek poori ungli uske andar dhasaa di.
“Aahhh—nhh—”
Vaishali ke munh se ek teekhi, geeli moan phat kar nikli. Usne foran dono haathon se apne hoth daba liye. Andar ki garmahat aur chiknaahat itni thi ki Vikram ki ungli aasaani se gehraai tak phisal gayi. Vikram ne ungli ko andar-baahar hilaate hue chut ke maans ko khinch kar dekha.
“Maza toh bohot hai isme...” Vikram ne ungli nikaali, uske kaan ke paas jhuka, aawaz bilkul dirty aur rasili: “Phir kisne kiya tha pehle? Bata na, Meera.”
Vaishali ne darr kar us plaster ki deewar ko dekha—jiske peeche uska beta soya tha. Usne ek toota hua, jhootha kissa nikaala:
“College... college ke dino mein. BF tha ek. Tab hua tha... Uske baad kabhi nahi. Bohot saal ho gaye... sach keh rahi hoon.”
Vikram ek zordar, dabi hui hasi hasa. Uski garam saans Vaishali ke nange breast aur kaan ke beech lagi:
“College ka ladka... aur itne saalo baad aisi shy ban kar baithi hai? Pehle se khuli hui mature aurat ka apna hi nasha hota hai. Sahi bola tu.”
Vikram ne ek jhatke mein apni belt kholi. Jeans aur underwear ko zameen par sarka diya.
Jaise hi uska lund baahar nikla, Vaishali ki saans gale mein atki ki atki reh gayi.
Lohe jaisa kaala-laal, 8 inch lamba, mota aur naso se bhara hua ek vishaal mardana lund—jo kisi sapole ki tarah tanaav mein jhatke le raha tha. Uske aage ek bada, chamakta hua supada tha jisme se kachi garmahat nikal rahi thi.
Vaishali ka gala sookh gaya. Uski 20 saal ki shaadi-shuda zindagi mein Ramesh ka ling behad sadharan, patla aur aam tha. Is 24 saal ke jawan gym-boy ke is vishaal lund ko dekh kar uski aatma kaanp uthi.
“Nahi... please, aaj rehne do!” Vaishali ne uske dono chaude kandhon par haath rakh kar poori taaqat se peeche dhakelne ki koshish ki, uski aankhon mein asli aatank tha. “Mujhe aadat nahi hai... bohot bada hai yeh... main nahi seh paungi!”
Vikram ne uske darr ko bilkul ignore kar diya. Usne aage badh kar apne lund ke garam supade ko Vaishali ki chut ke dono geele honthon par upar se neeche tak ghisna shuru kiya.
“Aadat abhi daal dunga, meri jaan...” Vikram ne uske bhare hue stan ko zor se masalte hue kaha. “Itna bhara hua makhan jaisa jism leke ghoom rahi hai, aur is par darr rahi hai?”
“Dheere... andar mat daalo... koi sun lega... deewar ke us paar—”
Vikram ne uski baat sunne ke bajaye, zameen se maroon silk ka geela pallu uthaya aur use Vaishali ke khule munh ke aage thama diya:
“Isme daant gada le. Main ab rukne wala nahi hoon.”
Pehla dhakka.
Phachak.
Sirf aadha lund.





Sirf uska mota, garam supada aur aage ka do inch hissa Vaishali ki chut ke tang daayre ko cheerte hue andar ghusa. Chut geeli hone ke bawajood saalon se itne mote lund ke liye tayyar nahi thi. Ek behisaab dard, jalan aur khinchav Vaishali ke pet ke nichle hisse mein aag ki tarah phail gaya.
Vaishali ka sar deewar ke plaster se zor se takraya—thud.
Uski cheekh pallu ke andar dab gayi, par phir bhi ek bhaari, dard-bhari moan deewar ke andar ghus gayi:
“Mmhfff—ahh—wait—itna mota—”
Vikram ne wahi aadha lund andar daal kar pakad ke rakha. Usne ek haath se Vaishali ke right breast ko mutthi mein jakad kar nichoda, aur gandi hasi ke saath bola:
“Aadha lund lene mein hi jaan nikal rahi hai teri? Woh college wale ka chhotu sa tha kya?”
Vaishali ke gaalon se aanso nikal kar uske gale ke naye mangalsutra par girne lage. Uski nangi peeth plaster se ragad kha rahi thi. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek khauf tha: Kya Arjun uth gaya hoga? Kya uske bistar tak is bistar aur deewar ka yeh thud pahunch gaya hoga?
Doosra dhakka.
Is baar koi reham nahi tha.
Vikram ne aage jhuk kar apni kamar ko poori taaqat se aage jhonk diya.
Dhhak.
Poora ka poora 8 inch ka mota lund ek hi jhatke mein Vaishali ki chut ki aakhri deewar aur bachedani ke munh tak dhas gaya.
Vaishali ka munh jhatke se khula, haath se pallu phisal kar zameen par gira. Uski aawaz ek nangi, phati hui cheekh ban kar nikalne hi wali thi ki usne apne dono honthon ko aapas mein itni zor se bheencha ki uski daant uske maans mein dhas gaye.
“Nhhggghhh—aahhhh...”
Ek tooti hui, ghuti hui gandi aawaz uske gale se nikal kar theek us plaster ki deewar ke andar samayi.
Vikram wahi thehar gaya. Poora ka poora andar sama chuka tha. Uska chauda pait Vaishali ke soft pait se chipak gaya, aur uski nangi chhati Vaishali ke dono dabe hue stanon ko pish rahi thi.
“Yeh... yeh baat!” Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas haanpte hue garam saans chhodi. “Virgin bhale na ho, par tight poori hai tu... Bilkul meri biwi jaisi.”
Usne lund bahar nahi nikaala. Wahi khada raha.
Vaishali ki nangi, gori raanein thar-thar kaanp rahi thi. Chut ke andar ek behisaab phulaav, aag aur jalan thi. Uska dil itni tezi se dhadak raha tha ki use lag raha tha uska seena phat jaayega. Darr do taraf se uski aatma ko noch raha tha—ek is jawan mard ke lund se poori tarah bhar jaane ka nanga sach, aur doosra yeh khauf ki agar agla jhatka laga, toh uski aawaz seedhi uske bete ke kaano mein utar jaayegi.
Vikram ne apna haath uske nange seene par wapas rakha, nipple ko ungliyon ke beech masla, aur uske kaan ke theek parde par bilkul dabi hui, par be-reham aawaz mein kaha:
“Ab koi rukaawat nahi hogi, Meera. Ab yeh lagataar chalega. Daant band rakhna apne... jo bhi aawaz nikaalni hai, apne gale ke andar hi nikaalna.”
Vaishali ne deewar se sar tika kar aankhein band kar li.
Neeche woh lund uske jism ke sabse gehre hisse mein poora dhasa hua tha, aur ab agla toofaan shuru hone wala tha.

Poora mota lund uski garam, tang chut ke aakhri kone tak dhasa hua tha jab Vikram ne pehla jhatka maara.
Vaishali ki nangi, gori peeth thandi plaster wali deewar se buri tarah ragad kha gayi. Geeli maroon banarasi silk saree uski kamar ke chaaron taraf ek gandi silwat ban kar ruki hui thi. Sleeveless blouse ke hooks khul chuke the, aur uske dono bhaari, rasile gore stan hawa mein nange jhul rahe the. Pehla jhatka chhota par behad teekha tha—Vikram ne lund ko aadha kheench kar bahar nikaala, aur phir ek hi jhatke mein poora mota supada andar pel diya.
Phachak.
Vaishali ke daant pehle maroon pallu ke kapde mein gade the, par jhatke ke dard aur achanak uthi aag se pallu uske haath se chhoot kar zameen par gir gaya. Usne foran apna hi poora haath apne khule munh par daba liya taaki cheekh bahar na nikal sake.
“Nhh—dheere... deewar ke us paar... sun lega koi—”
Par Vikram ke kaan mein ab koi kanoon ya lihaaz nahi tha. Uski 24 saal ki mardana aag ko is 42 saal ki bhari-poori mature aurat ke jism ne paagal kar diya tha. Usne dheere karne ke bajaye khade-khade lagataar das-gyarah teekhe dhakke maare. Har dhakke ke saath uska mota tanaav Vaishali ki bachedani ke munh se takraata, aur har baar Vaishali ki gori, bhaari raanein deewar ke dono taraf phail kar thar-thar kaanpti.
Vikram ne ek jhatke mein apna geela, chamakta hua lund uski chut se sarrk karke bahar nikaala, aur Vaishali ke dono nange kandhon ko pakad kar use ek second mein palat diya.
“Haath deewar pe rakh. Aur jhuk!” Vikram ki aawaz haanpti hui, par hukumat se bhari thi.
Doggy style yahin shuru hua—bistar tak jaane ka sabr bhi nahi bacha tha.
Vaishali ki dono nangi hatheliyan thandi plaster wali dividing wall par jam gayi. Sar neeche jhuk gaya, geelay kaale wavy baal aage phisal kar uske kandhon se latak gaye. Maroon saree kamar ke upar chadh chuki thi.
Vikram ne peeche khade hokar uske nange pichhwade ko dekha—chaudi, gori aur bhari hui gaand ke dono gole, aur unke theek neeche khuli hui chut ke geelay, maansal honth, jinme se abhi-abhi nikle lund ki chiknaahat tapak rahi thi. Vikram ne apne lund ke garam, tanaav-bhare supade ko upar se uski darar par ghisna shuru kiya, aur phir bina kisi warning ke, ek hi bhaari dhakke ke saath poora ka poora lund uski chut mein dhasaa diya.
Dhhak.
Is angle par lund itna gehra gaya ki Vaishali ka munh jhatke se khul gaya. Cheekh nikalne hi wali thi ki usne sheet nahi, deewar par tike apne hi nange baazu ke maans ko daanton se be-dardi se kaat liya.
“Ahh—Vikram—wait... ruko na... yahan se bohot gehra lag raha hai—”
Vikram ne uski suni nahi; usne Vaishali ki chaudi, soft kamar aur hips ko dono haathon se kisi bike ke handle ki tarah kas ke pakad liya.
Aur phir shuru hua lamba, be-reham pacing.
Thap! Thap! Thap!
Geeli, chikni mardana aawazein us shaant kamre mein goonjne lagi. Master bed abhi thoda door tha, par dividing wall ke andar se guzarne wale drainage ke purane lohe ke pipe ne deewar par padne wale har ek dhakke ki tapish aur 'thap-thap' ki vibration ko apne andar kheench liya.
Vaishali ke dono bhaari sthan neeche jhul kar har jhatke ke saath aage-peeche hil rahe the, aur gale mein latakta Vikram ka naya mangalsutra hawa mein chhanak raha tha.
Vaishali ke dimaag ke parde par wahi shaft wali khidki aayi—jahan uske bete ke kamre ki jaali thi, wahi purana Marvel sticker tha. Usne socha: Arjun theek us taraf let kar kya soch raha hoga?
Par theek usi pal Vikram ka teesra sabse gehra dhakka itni taaqat se andar utra ki uske dimaag ki saari sharm aur saari soch ek pal mein bhikhar gayi.
Vikram aage jhuka, uska garam paseene se bheega seena Vaishali ki nangi peeth par ragad khane laga. Usne Vaishali ke kaan ke theek parde par gandi, thook-bhari phusphusahat mein kaha:
“College wale ladke ne kabhi aise jhuka kar liya tha tera? Bol na, Meera! Usne toh sirf choosa hoga... Yeh mota lund dekh kaise teri bachedani ko cheer raha hai! Yeh poora jism ab se mera hai... chupchap jhuk ke le ise!”
Das minute tak woh use usi dividing deewar ke sahare khade-khade chodta raha. Vaishali ke dono ghutne ladkhadane lage, taangon ki taaqat khatam hone lagi. Tab jakar Vikram ne apna lund bahar kheench kar nikaala. Uski kamar ko dono haathon se uthaya, do kadam aage badha, aur use seedha master bed ki phoolon se saji satin razai par phenk diya.
Palang par girte hi gulaab ki pankhudiyan charon taraf bikhar gayi.
Vaishali peeth ke bal padi thi. Maroon saree ab kamar ke neeche behisaab uljhi hui thi, dono nangi taangein hawa mein khuli thi. Vikram bina ek pal ruke uske upar chadh gaya—poora bhaari mardana wazan Vaishali ke narm jism par aa gira. Uski shirt abhi bhi khuli thi, pant ghutno tak atki thi.
Vikram ne aate hi apna munh Vaishali ke honthon par rakh diya. Ek lamba, geela, aur be-reham kiss—jeebh seedhi Vaishali ke gale tak utar gayi, uske honthon ko kaat-kaat kar soojha diya. Aur theek usi pal, neeche se apne haath se lund ka munh chut ke geelay chhed par set karke, Vikram ne apni kamar ko poori taaqat se aage jhonk diya.
Phasssh.




Poora mota lund ek hi jhatke mein aakhri inch tak andar sama gaya.
Vaishali ke dono pair achanak hawa mein uthe aur khud-ba-khud Vikram ki chaudi kamar ke ird-gird jakad gaye—yeh koi uski marzi nahi thi, yeh us vishaal dhakke ke khinchav ka asar tha. Uske dono haath Vikram ki nangi, paseene se bheegi peeth par gade, nakhun uski chamdi mein dhas gaye.
Inkaar ab uske munh ke andar mar chuka tha; uske jism ne is naye mard ke aage ghutne tek diye the.
Is naye phoolon wale bistar par lete hue Vaishali ne yeh kadwa sach poori tarah jaan liya: ab use bachane wala koi nahi tha. 40 lakh cash, 25 lakh ka bank transfer, naya mangalsutra, dividing deewar, uska apna lalach, aur bete ki darpok lachari—sab kuch Vikram ke is bhaari mardana wazan ke neeche dab kar mar chuka tha. Power ab uske haath mein bilkul nahi thi.
Aur jaise hi yeh ehsaas uske dimaag mein baitha, uske andar bacha-khucha aakhri control bhi toot kar bikhar gaya.
Uski aawaz nikal gayi. Ab woh aawaz poori tarah dab nahi rahi thi:
“Ahh—nhh—andar... Vikram... bohot bada hai yeh... phat jaayegi meri—aahhh!”
Vikram ke mote lund ne uski chut ke har ek kone ko chauda karke phaila diya tha. Kinare tight the, par beech ka hissa us vishaal lund se poori tarah bhar chuka tha. Har baar jab lund bahar nikalta, chut ke narm honth uske saath khinch kar bahar aate; aur har baar jab woh andar dhasata, ek geeli, madmast aawaz poore kamre mein goonjti.
Vikram lagataar use kiss kar raha tha—pehle honth, phir gardan, phir collarbone ka til, aur wapas aakar uske soojhe hue honth. Maang ka laal sindoor paseene ke saath beh kar Vaishali ke maathe aur gaalon par phail chuka tha. Gale ka bhaari gold mangalsutra un dono ki chhatiyon ke beech pis raha tha.
Aur theek tabhi, Vaishali ki pehli climax aayi—missionary position par hi.
Usne yeh orgasm nahi maanga tha; yeh uske control ke bina, jism ke andar uthi aag ki wajah se khud chhoot gaya tha. Uski dono gori jaanghein buri tarah kaanpne lagi, chut ke andar ke narm parde lund ko nichodne lage, aur uske gale se ek tooti hui, geeli siski nikli:
“Nhh—ahhh—haaye—!”
Usne aakhri pal mein apna chehra pillow mein dabane ki koshish ki, par der ho chuki thi. Aawaz seedhi kamre ki deewaron se takrayi.
Vikram ne apna munh uske hothon se alag kiya aur ek gehri, gandi hasi ke saath uske chehre ko dekha:
“Yeh hui na ek! Par abhi rukna mat, abhi toh doosri baaki hai!”
Vikram ne bina lund bahar nikaale, Vaishali ke dono pair utha kar apne chaude kandhon par rakh diye.
Angle achanak bilkul seedha aur behad gehra ho gaya. Lund ab uski bachedani ki deewar ko har dhakke ke saath koot raha tha. Vaishali ka sar peeche khisak gaya, pillow se fisal kar seedha us plaster wali deewar ki taraf ho gaya. Uske haath satin sheet ko mutthi mein nochne lage.
“Vikram... aah... itna gehra mat daalo... please...”
Vikram ne wahan se lund nikaala aur use doosri position mein daala—usko ek karwat par lita diya. Side-lying spooning position, par Vikram ne uska oopar wala pair utha kar hawa mein taan diya. Uska ek chauda haath Vaishali ke nange, ubhre hue right breast ko be-dardi se masal raha tha, nipple ko ungliyon ke beech kheenchte hue.
Is angle par Vaishali ki chut itni khuli aur nangi mehsoos ho rahi thi jaise uska koi parda bacha hi na ho.



Vikram ne peeche se lund ko chut ke labon mein ghis kar ek hi jhatke mein poora ghusa diya, aur uske kaan mein daant gaadte hue bola:
“Bol na Meera... kiski biwi hai tu ab? Kiski randi ban ke leti hai yahan? Bol!”
Vaishali ne pehle inkaar karna chaaha, par Vikram ne agla dhakka itni tezi aur zor se maara ki uske jism ki saari hichkichahat aanso ban kar beh gayi. Usne toot kar, roti hui saanson mein kaha:
“Teri... teri hoon... bas aawaz dheere karo... koi sun lega...”
Aur theek usi pal Vaishali ki doosri climax phat padi.
Yeh climax chhoti nahi thi; uska soft pait andar ko sikud gaya, chut ke andar se garam paani ki ek pichkari jaisi dhaar nikal kar Vikram ke lund aur bedsheet ko bheego gayi. Is baar aawaz pillow ke andar dab nahi paayi; ek lambi, toot-ti hui cheekh uske gale se nikal kar deewar ke paar chali gayi:
“Aahhh—Vikrammm—!”
Usne ghabra kar foran apne dono haath apne kaan aur munh par maar liye.
Vikram ne apna lund bahar kheench kar nikaala. Uski saansein bhi tezi se chal rahi thi. Usne bina ek pal ruke Vaishali ko wapas peeth ke bal kiya, par is baar upar nahi leta—usne Vaishali ke dono ghutne pakad kar unhe poora chauda kar diya, aur khud beech mein baith kar apni aankhon se dekh-dekh kar pelna shuru kiya.
Vaishali ki mature chut ab poori tarah phool kar laal ho chuki thi, kinaron par Vikram ke lund ki chiknaahat aur uske apne paani ka safed jhaag phaila hua tha.
“Dekh kaise phaili hui hai teri chut...” Vikram ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue apna lund andar thela: “Abhi toh teesri baar jhadegi tu!”
Agli teen positions mein Vikram ne use poori tarah nichod kar rakh diya: Pehle use utha kar apni god mein bithaya, Vaishali ke dono pair uski peeth par the, aur uske dono bhaari stan Vikram ke munh ke samne uchhal rahe the jab woh neeche se lund par gir rahi thi; Phir wapas dividing wall ke paas khada karke ek taang hawa mein uthakar thoda pel; Aur aakhir mein... wapas palang par, doggy position mein.
Par is baar doggy ka munh kamre ke darwaze ki taraf nahi tha; is baar Vaishali ka chehra, uski nangi chhati, aur uske dono haath theek us master bed ke headboard aur usi plaster wali deewar ki taraf the—jiske theek us paar uska saga beta Arjun bistar par kaan lagaye pada tha.
Vaishali ke control ka aakhri tinka yahin aakar bhasm ho gaya.
Uski siskiyan aur gandi moans ab ruk nahi rahi thi—beech-beech mein woh darr kar bolti: “Dheere karo... mat karo...” par agle hi pal uske munh se nikalta: “Ahh... bohot gehra ja raha hai... aur andar...”
Usne jaan liya tha ki yeh 24 saal ka mard rukne wala nahi tha. Aur uske 42 saal ke jism ne bhi yeh sach maan liya tha ki uski chut ab is mote lund ke naap par hamesha ke liye khul chuki thi. 40 lakh ki deal, Ramesh ki be-basi, Arjun ka waada—sab kuch is geeli, chhap-chhap aawaz ke neeche dafan ho chuka tha.
Headboard se sirf do inch door, deewar ke theek samne Vaishali ki teesri climax aayi.
Usne pillow ka kone apne poore munh mein daal kar daanto se daba liya, par phir bhi ek lambi, tooti hui, laachar cheekh pillow ke paar nikal hi gayi:
“Mmmhhh—aaahhh—nhhggghhh!”
Uski chut ke andar ki deewaron ne Vikram ke lund ko aakhri taaqat se nichod liya. Dono taangein thar-thar kaanpte hue bedsheet par phail gayi.
Vikram ko ab aur bardasht nahi hua. Usne Vaishali ki chaudi kamar ko dono haathon se aakhri hadd tak aage kheencha, aur lagataar paanch tez, andhadhundh dhakke maare.
Dhhak! Dhhak! Dhhak!
Headboard har dhakke ke saath dividing plaster wali deewar se takraya—khad-khad.
Aur aakhri dhakke par Vikram ke munh se ek bhari mardana gurraahat nikli. Usne apna poora 8 inch ka lund bachedani ke munh par daba kar wahi jhadna shuru kiya.
Pehla garam jhatka... doosra jhatka... teesra jhatka.
Uska gaadha, garam jawan virya pichkariyon ki tarah Vaishali ke garbh ke andar ulatne laga, uski chut ke har ek kone ko apne gande paani se bharte hue.
Vikram ne foran lund bahar nahi nikaala. Woh wahi, Vaishali ki nangi, paseene se bheegi peeth par poora wazan daal kar dher ho gaya. Uski garam, thaki hui saansein Vaishali ki gardan par lag rahi thi.
Vaishali ka chehra pillow mein dhasa tha. Aankhein khuli thi. Theek samne wahi thandi dividing plaster wali deewar thi.
Usne dimaag mein gina: Teen baar jhad chuki hoon... Usne gina: Aur yeh raat abhi khatam nahi hui hai...
Uski dono jaanghein abhi bhi be-jaan hokar khuli thi. Chut soojh kar laal ho chuki thi, aur Vikram ka gaadha virya uske chhed se nikal kar uski gori thighs par thanda hokar beh raha tha.
Vikram ne uski peeth par se apna sar uthaya, thaka hua par poori tarah jeet ke nashe mein choor, aur uske kaan mein dheere se phusphusaya:
“Main abhi soya nahi hoon, Meera... Thoda paani pi le. Pandra minute baad phir se shuru karenge.”
Aur theek us dividing plaster ke us paar... Arjun ke bistar ka lohe ka frame abhi tak un dhakko ki aawaz se kaanp raha tha ya nahi—Vaishali ne is khaufnak sawaal ko bhi chupchap sehne ke liye apne seene ke andar dafan kar liya.
Is naye phoolon wale bistar par uske paas koi taaqat nahi thi. Yeh baat ab uske astitva aur uske jism ne hamesha ke liye qubool kar li thi.

Vikram ne paani nahi diya.
Steel ka glass aur jug bahar modular kitchen ke counter par rakhe the, par use bistar se utarne ka koi irada nahi tha. Uske panje ne Vaishali ke paseene se geele, bikhre hue kaale baalon ko mutthi mein jakda aur uska chehra phoolon se sani satin sheet par se upar uthaya. Ek gehra, be-reham kiss—honthon par unke apne jismon ke ras aur pichhli climax ke kachhe virya ka namkeen swaad ghula hua tha.
Vaishali ki aankhein thakaan se phati hui thi, palke bhari ho chuki thi. Uska 42 saal ka shareer pehli teen climax aur deewar se lekar bistar tak ke un lagataar dhakko se toot chuka tha.
“Bas... ab aur nahi... so jao... mere se aur nahi saha jaayega—” Uski aawaz ek sukhi, tooti hui phusphusahat thi.
Par jawab lafzon se nahi, uski taangon ko dono taraf be-dardi se phailaane se aaya.
Doosra round shuru hone mein do minute ka bhi faasla nahi laga. 24 saal ke jawan mard ka lund ek baar jhadne ke baad bhi poora dheela nahi pada tha; woh do minute ki saans mein wapas lohe jaisa sakht, laal aur naso se phool kar tanaav mein aa chuka tha.
Vikram ne bina kisi raham ke, ek hi bhaari, seedhe dhakke ke saath use wapas andar thel diya.
Phachak!
Pichhli thukai se soojh chuki, garam aur phaili hui chut ne us mote supade ko rokne ki koshish ki, par nahi rok saki. Vaishali ka munh jhatke se khul gaya. Ab aawaz par koi maryada ya control nahi bacha tha—yeh thakaan ki, badan phatne ke dard ki, aur poori tarah bhar jaane ki laachar aawaz thi:
“Aahhh—Vikram—ruk jao... thak gayi hoon main... chhod do—”
Vikram is baar koi insaan nahi lag raha tha; woh pichle do hafte se matrimonial profile, Bandra ke corridor aur hallway mein ghut rahi apni gandi bhookh ko aakhri boond tak nikaalne par utaru tha. Koi narm rhythm nahi tha. Seedha, be-reham pelna.
Palang ka lakdi ka bhari headboard har dhakke ke saath peeche lagataar takra raha tha—thak... thak... thak.
Phoolon wali razai ghis kar ek taraf zameen par gir chuki thi. Maroon banarasi silk saree bed ke foot-end par kachre ki tarah padi thi. Blouse kab ka floor par pada tha. Vikram ka ek haath Vaishali ke nange, ubhre hue bhari stanon ko nichod raha tha, toh doosra haath uske gale mein latakte naye gold mangalsutra ko mutthi mein jakad kar apni taraf kheench raha tha.
Kamre ka AC band tha; hawa mein sirf paseene, geeli mehendi, aur jismon ki aanch ghuli hui thi. Vaishali ka poora badan paani-paani ho chuka tha. Maang ka taaza laal sindoor pighal kar uske maathe, naak aur gaalon par beh gaya tha. Dono gore stanon par Vikram ke daanton ke laal nishan the. Pet aur jaanghon ke beech ki jagah un dono ke ras aur paseene se chikni ho kar chamak rahi thi.
“Vikram—saans nahi aa rahi—ruk jao na—”
Vikram ne rukne ke naam par sirf position badli. Usne Vaishali ko peeth ke bal se kheench kar wapas palang par ghutno ke bal kiya—doggy style. Is baar uski chaudi kamar aur hips ko itni taaqat se peeche kheencha ki Vaishali ki kohniyan bistar ke sirhane ki lakdi se ja takrayi.
Phir usne Vaishali ko utha kar apni god mein baithaya. Vaishali ki thaki hui, be-jaan taangein Vikram ki chaudi peeth ke dono taraf latak rahi thi, aur Vikram neeche se upar ki taraf lagataar teekhe, unche dhakke maar raha tha. Vaishali ke bhaari stan hawa mein uchhal rahe the, aur Vikram unhe baari-baari apne munh mein bhar kar daanto se daba raha tha, jaise kisi shikar ko khane ka waqt aa gaya ho.
Ghadi ka koi hisaab nahi tha. Pehle round mein Vaishali ne teen climax jheli thi. Ab yeh round uske liye nahi tha—yeh Vikram ke lund ki aakhri pyas bujhane ke liye tha. Lund ko poora bahar nikaalna, aur phir ek hi jhatke mein bachedani ke munh tak dhasaa dena.
Vaishali ke haath jo pehle dhakka de rahe the, ab be-basi mein Vikram ke chaude kandhon ko jakad chuke the. Uski siskiyan aur moans ab band kamre mein ghoonj rahi thi—beech mein woh darr kar bolti “mat karo... koi sun lega...”, beech mein sirf ek toot-ti hui “ahhh”, aur beech mein be-ikhtiyaar Vikram ka naam. Deewar ke khauf ka parda tab poori tarah phat gaya jab Vikram ne uski kamar ko kas kar teesri baar us raat apna mota lund aakhri hadd tak andar ghused diya, aur bina nikaale tezi se ragadta raha.
Raat ke kareeb do baje Vikram bistar se utha. Nange pair bathroom gaya, nal se paani piya, aur wapas aakar bistar par adhi-mari padi Vaishali ko ek jhatke mein apni taraf kheench liya. Uska lund phir se sakht ho chuka tha.
Vaishali ne rona chaha, par aankhon se aansu bhi sookh chuke the. Usne thar-tharate honthon se bas itna kaha:
“Teen... bajne wale hain... so jao... please bhagwan ke liye reham karo...”
Vikram ne ghadi nahi dekhi. Usne dono taangein kandhon tak uthayi. Wahi missionary position, wahi poora mardana wazan, aur wahi ek be-reham jhatka. Lund aakhri inch tak andar utar gaya. Chut itni soojh kar laal ho chuki thi ki uske mote aakar se ek pal ke liye bhi bach nahi pa rahi thi. Paseena dono ke jismon ke beech chhap-chhap ki aawaz kar raha tha.
Chaar se paanch ghante lagataar yeh thukai chalti rahi—haldi ki thakaan, register ki zabardasti, landing ka jhooth, pehla round, teen climax, aur phir yeh aadhi raat ka janwar-pan.
Aakhri baar Vikram ne uski taangon ko apne kandhon par tika kar poora khola. Usne dekha—soojhi hui, rasi hui chut, jisme se pichhla cum nikal raha tha, aur uska naya lund dobara andar ghus raha tha.
Uski saans toot-ti hui aayi: “Le... ab raat khatam. Yeh poori meri hui.”
Aur aakhri paanch andhadhundh dhakko ke baad, Vikram ne apna garam jawan paani doosri baar uski bachedani ke andar poori taaqat se jhad diya.
Vaishali ke nakhun uski peeth par gade, munh se ek aakhri lambi, tooti hui siski nikli, aur phir kamre mein bilkul sannata chha gaya.
Vikram wahi uske upar dher ho gaya. Lund chut ke andar hi phasa raha. Uska bhaari wazan Vaishali ke narm jism ko bistar mein dabaye hue tha.
Raat ke theek teen baj rahe the.
Vaishali ne us wazan ko chupchap saha. Taangein be-jaan khuli thi. Chut soojhi hui, bhari hui, aur dono ka garam paani uski nangi thighs par beh raha tha. Saree farsh par thi. Sindoor uske aur Vikram ke maathe par phail chuka tha. Aur Vikram ke naam ka bhaari locket uski gardan ke maans ko kaat raha tha.
Usne uthna chaha, par pairon mein jaan nahi thi.
Ek mahina... manage kar le, Ma. Rassi is paseene aur gandagi ke beech ab pakdi nahi ja rahi thi. Usne andhere mein bina aawaz ke honth hilaye.
Power zero ho chuki thi.
Par theek us nau inch ki dividing plaster wali deewar ke us paar...
Arjun apne single bistar par karwat liye, poori tarah jinda aur sunn pada tha.
Raat ke theek gyarah baje se lekar subah ke teen baje tak—chaar lambe ghante—uski aankhon se neend ka ek katra bhi kareeb nahi aaya tha.
Purani building ki yeh nau inch ki eent aur plaster wali deewar koi soundproof parda nahi thi. Aur sabse khaufnak baat yeh thi ki Vikram ke naye phoolon wale double bed ka headboard theek Arjun ke lohe ke bistar ke sirhane se peeth lagaye khada tha. Dono ke dilon ke beech sirf woh purani eentein aur drainage ka lohe ka pipe tha.
Arjun ke kaano ne har ek aawaz ko bilkul saaf, bilkul nanga suna tha.
Pehle woh deewar par pada zor ka jhatka—thud—jab Vaishali ki peeth deewar se takrayi thi. Phir saree ke girne ki sarsarahat. Aur phir... Vikram ki woh gandi, dabi hui aawaz jo plaster ko cheer kar aayi thi: “In bhari chhatiyon ko raat bhar bahar rakhunga... tu meri kanooni biwi hai... chillana hai toh chilla...”
Arjun ka dimaag us waqt sunn ho gaya tha. Uski saans gale mein atak gayi thi. Usne socha tha uski Maa wahan bas shanti se leti hogi, ladke ko door rakha hoga, rasm ka bahaana banaya hoga.
Par agle hi pal uske kaano mein jo aawaz padi, usne uske pairon tale se zameen chheen li.
Uski sagi Maa ke munh se nikli woh tooti hui, dard-bhari aur geeli siski: “Nhh—ahh—dheere... Vikram... deewar ke us paar sun lega koi—”
Arjun bistar par bilkul pathar ban gaya. Uski mutthiyan chaadar ko nochne lagi.
Maa? Yeh Maa ki aawaz hai? Usne Vikram ko apne jism ke andar aane diya? Woh uske aage jhuk gayi?
Arjun ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb sa khaufnak toofan chalne laga. Uski sagi Maa, jisne 20 saal tak uske baap ke siwa kisi mard ka saaya bhi apne jism par nahi padne diya tha, woh is 24 saal ke gair ladke ke aage aisi aawazein nikaal rahi thi?
Usne khud ko jhoothi tasalli dene ki koshish ki: Maa majboor hai... uncle ki security officer wali dhamki ki wajah se chup hai... woh bas jhel rahi hai.
Par jaise-jaise raat aage badhi, deewar ke us paar se aane wali aawazein majboori se kahin aage nikal gayi.
Palang ki woh lagataar tak-tak: Thap! Thap! Thap! Headboard ka deewar se takrana—khad-khad.
Aur phir raat ke ek baje, woh missionary position par aane wali Vaishali ki lambi, be-bas aur geeli moans: “Ahh—andar... Vikram... bohot bada hai yeh... phat jaayegi meri—aahhh!” Aur uske theek baad pillow ke paar se aane wali woh aakhri cheekh: “Mmmhhh—aaahhh—nhhggghhh!”
Arjun ne apne dono haath apne kaano par daba liye. Uska dam ghutne laga, ulti jaisa mehsus hone laga. Uske dimaag ke andar terrace wali mehngi scotch, 40 lakh ka cash, aur Bandra ka aalishan bungla ghoomne laga. Par us daulat ke theek samne uski apni sagi maa ke jism ke nichode jaane ki yeh geeli aawazein chal rahi thi.
Kya Maa ne sach mein surrender kar diya? Kya woh sach mein us ladke ke bistar ki ho chuki hai?
Phir do baje ke baad jab sab shaant hona chahiye tha, wapas wahi thap-thap shuru hui. Doosra round. Wahi gandi siskiyan, wahi palang ka hilna, aur wahi Vikram ki bhari mardana gurraahat.
Arjun chaar ghante tak apne bistar par laash ki tarah pada raha. Darr, ghin, aur ek ajeeb si be-naam sharm uske gale ko ghot rahi thi. Use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki woh subah is aurat ka samna kaise karega.


Kal subah main landing par jaunga... usne andhere mein socha, uski aankhon mein khauf tha. Main Maa se seedha poochunga... ki yeh sab kya tha? Kya usne sach mein use sab kuch karne diya?
Theek raat ke teen baj kar pandra minute par...
Deewar ke us paar palang ki aakhri khad-khad aawaz aayi. Ek aakhri mardana dabi hui gurraahat gunji.
Aur uske baad... naye flat ke master bedroom mein poori tarah se maut jaisa sannata chha gaya.