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ADHYAY 54: MARYADA KA VISARJAN

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Subah ke saadhe aath baj rahe the, aur Flat 903 ki badi-badi khidkiyon se dhoop ki sunhari kirnein living room ke sangmarmar ke farsh par phail chuki thin.

Ghar mein sab kuch shaant tha, lekin us shaanti ke peeche ek bhayanak, toofani halchal sulag rahi thi.

Bhor ke saadhe chaar baje Kaavya ne Tauji ko jo bhaari, ghee aur munakke waala pehlwani kaadha pilaaya tha, usne apna asar dikhana shuru kar diya tha. Assi ghante se lohe ki tarah jami hui wo sookhi, lakwagrast aant ab achanak ek bhayanak bhookamp ki tarah jaag uthi thi.

Sukhdev Tauji living room ke diwan par baithe hue the.

Unke dono haath abhi bhi bhaari safed plasteron mein jakde hue, gale ke slings par tike the. Chhappan saal ke us vishaal pehlwan ka chehra is time dard aur dehshat se peela pad chuka tha. Unke maathe aur kanpatiyon se paseene ki moti-moti boondein fisalkar unki daadhi mein sama rahi thin. Unke pet ke bheetar se ek gehri, bhaari gadgadahat ki aawaaz saaf sunayi de rahi thi, gud... gud-gud-gud...

Tauji ke jabde itni zor se bheenchn hue the ki unki kanpatiyon ki nasein neeli hokar phool gayi thin. Unke dono nange pair diwan ke paaydaan par pattharon ki tarah jame the, aur unki ungliyan dard ke maare farsh par mud rahi thin.

Wo us uthte hue bawandar ko rokne ki paagalon jaisi koshish kar rahe the. Ek dehaati mard, ek khaandaani buzurg ke liye... apni bahu ke saamne pet ki ye zillat qabool karna apni chhaati mein goli kha lene se zyaada bhayanak tha.

"Ufff... maalik..." Tauji ke halak se ek ghuti hui, kaampti karaah nikli. Unka poora jism ek bhayanak marod ke saath aage ki taraf jhuk gaya.

Kaavya theek usi time rasoi se nikli.

Usne subah ke liye ek behad saada lekin suruchipoorna libaas pehan rakha tha, halke lavender rang ka cotton salwar-kameez, jiska dupatta usne apne seene par saleeqe se lapetkar peeche khons rakha tha. Uske ghane kaale baal ek bade kaale clutch-pin mein bandhe the, jisse uski lambi, gori gardan poori tarah saaf dikhayi de rahi thi.

Haath mein gungune paani ka glass liye jab Kaavya diwan ke qareeb aayi, to Tauji ki haalat dekhte hi uske kadam thithak gaye.

Usne dekha ki Tauji ki safed baniyaan paseene se poori tarah bheeg chuki thi, aur unka saans lena itna uthla aur tez tha maano unka dam ghut raha ho.

"Tauji?" Kaavya ne glass ko turant teapoy par rakha aur unke qareeb jhuk gayi.

Tauji ne ghabraakar apna munh doosri taraf pher liya. Unhone apni aankhein zor se meench lein, unki daadhi kaamp rahi thi:

"B... bahu... tu... tu andar ja... mujhe kuch nahi hua hai... bas gas chadh gayi hai dimaag mein..."

"Jhooth mat boliye Tauji!" Kaavya ki aawaaz mein ek teekhi, daant bhari mamta jaag uthi. Usne dekha ki Tauji ka pet andar hi andar buri tarah marod kha raha tha, "Aapka chehra paseene se naha raha hai, aap dard se kaamp rahe hain aur abhi bhi mujhse parda kar rahe hain? Chaar din ho gaye hain... kaadhe ne apna kaam kar diya hai na? Pet mein haajat ho rahi hai aapko?"

Tauji ka sir sharm se itna jhuk gaya ki unki thhodi unki chhaati se ja lagi. Ek ajey pehlwan ki zindagi mein aisi laachaari kabhi nahi aayi thi. Wo bachchon ki tarah subak pade:

"Kaavya... beti... mujhe chhod de... main... main is zillat ke saath kaise jiyunga? Dono haath toote pade hain... is gande shareer ko tu kaise... nahi bahu, main apni jaan de doonga par tere aage ye... ye nahi ho sakta..."

Kaavya ka dil bhar aaya, lekin is time rone ya hichkichane ka time nahi tha. Agar ye buzurg kuch minute aur is marod ko rokta, to uski aantein fat jaatein ya wo diwan par hi bebas ho jaata.

Kaavya ne dono haathon se Tauji ke bhaari, chaude kandhon ko thaam liya. Usne unke chehre ko oopar uthaya aur seedhe unki laal, sharmsaar aankhon mein dekha. Uski aawaaz mein ek raajsi, akaatya adhikaar ki goonj thi:

"Nazrein milaiye mujhse Tauji! Aap is ghar mein mere sasur baad mein hain... pehle wo pita hain jisne meri maasoom bachchi Anu ko bachaane ke liye us bhaari lohe ke gate ke neeche apni dono baahein de deen! Agar us din wo gate meri bachchi par girta, to main apni chhaati peetkar mar chuki hoti. Aapne mujhe meri aulaad ki zindagi di hai Tauji... aur aaj, is naazuk mod par, aap mujhse sharm karoge? Is jism mein koi paap nahi hai, koi gandagi nahi hai. Aaj aapki is beti ke saamne aapki koi sharm, koi parda nahi chalega. Uthiye!"

Us aawaaz mein aisi pavitra, devi jaisi dridhata thi ki Tauji ka saara dehaati ahankaar, unki saari ganwai jhijhak paani-paani ho gayi.

Tauji ki aankh se ek bhaari aansu tapak kar Kaavya ki kalaai par gira. Unhone kaampte hue apni gardan hilayi:

"Bahu... tu sachmuch devi hai... par ye boodha shareer aaj tere aage mitti ho gaya..."

"Mitti nahi, aap hamare ghar ki chhat hain," Kaavya ne narmi se kaha.

Usne Tauji ke bhaari jism ko sahaara diya. Tauji bahut ladkhadaate qadmon se diwan se uthe. Kaavya ne unke bhaari, saanwale badan ko apne naazuk kandhon par sambhaala aur galiyaare ke common bathroom ki taraf badh gayi.



Master bedroom aur uska andarooni bathroom bilkul band tha; Kaavya ne maryaada ki us chaukhat ko achhoota rakha aur Tauji ko common bathroom ke bheetar le aayi.

Bathroom ka darwaaza band hote hi, baahar ki duniya poori tarah kat gayi.

Safed aur saleti sangmarmar ki tiles se saje us bathroom mein Kaavya ne sabse pehle washbasin ka peetal ka nal poori taaqat se khol diya.

Chharrrrr...

Paani ki ek moti, tez dhaar washbasin mein girkar goonjne lagi. Ye ek sachetan, garimaapoorn parda tha, ek aisa 'white noise', jo bheetar hone waali kisi bhi jaivik aawaaz ko nigal jaaye, taaki us boodhe mard ki bachi-khuchi izzat par zara si bhi aanch na aaye.

"Yahan baithiye Tauji," Kaavya ne western commode ka dhakkan uthaate hue kaha.

Tauji ka poora jism tharthara raha tha. Pet ke marod ab bardaasht se baahar ho chuke the.

Kaavya bina ek pal ganwaye unke saamne jhuki. Usne bahut nazaakat aur sadhe hue haathon se Tauji ki safed cotton dhoti ki bhaari, kasi hui gaanth ko chhua.

Sarr...

Dhoti ki gaanth khuli aur wo bhaari khurdura kapda Tauji ki kamar se fisalkar seedhe unke takhnon ke paas farsh par dher ho gaya.

Kamre ki nam, sheeshe waali hawa mein... chhappan saal ke us vishaal pehlwan ka nichla jism pehli baar poori tarah beparda ho gaya.

Kushtiyon mein tapi hui, lohe ke latth jaisi chaudi, saanwali aur baalon se bhari jaanghein, bhaari ghutne aur unke beech jhoolta hua wo vishaal, shaant lekin khaufnaak paurush.

Kaavya ki saansein ek second ke liye thameen, lekin usne apni nazrein nahi churayein. Usne Tauji ko bahut aahista se commode par baitha diya. Tauji ke dono plaster bandhe haath unke seene par slings mein tike rahe.

Kaavya ne turant apni peeth mod li.

Wo washbasin ke paas jaakar khadi ho gayi, jahan paani ki dhaar gir rahi thi. Usne apni aankhein band kar lein aur dono hatheliyon ko basin ke marble par tika diya.

Nal ke paani ke us tez shor ke peeche... commode par wo ruka hua, assi ghante ka bhayanak toofan aakhirkaar toot pada.

Aanton ka wo sookha, zehreela mal aur ruki hui gas us safed paani ke shor mein visarjit hone lagi. Tauji ke munh se har second ek bhaari, rooh kampa dene waali raahat ki siski nikal rahi thi.

"Ufff... aa... maalik... tera laakh-laakh shukr hai... aah..."

Kaavya ne ek lafz bhi nahi kaha. Wo kisi tapaswi ki tarah shaant, sthir khadi rahi.

Lagbhag saat-aath minute tak wo jaivik visarjan chalta raha. Jab commode ki halchal shaant ho gayi aur Tauji ki saansein normal hone lagin, to Kaavya ne flush ka chrome button daba diya.

Hwooshhh...!

Saara mail, saara dard aur chaar dinon ki wo bhayanak bimari ek hi jhatke mein paani ke saath behkar paataal mein sama gayi.

Aur theek isi pal se... is adhyay ka sabse pavitra, sabse varjit aur roangte khade kar dene waala charan shuru hua, paani-seva.

Kaavya ne basin ka nal band kiya. Kamre mein achanak ek gehra, bhaari sannata chha gaya.

Kaavya mudi.

Tauji commode par baithe the, unki dono bhaari, maansal jaanghein phaili hui thin. Unka sir sharm aur thakawat se neeche jhuka hua tha.

Kaavya ne apni lavender salwar ke dono paayanchon ko thoda sa oopar kheencaha aur ghutnon ke beech khons liya. Phir, usne bina kisi ghin, bina kisi jhijhak ke, us geele, chikne farsh par apne dono ghutne tek diye.

Wo Tauji ki khuli hui jaanghon ke theek beech, farsh par baith gayi. Uska khoobsurat, gora chehra Tauji ke nichle badan ke bilkul seedh mein aa gaya.

Kamre mein Kaavya ke badan se uthti hui chamelee, mehnge saabun aur uski apni jawan jism ki ek madhosh kar dene waali khushboo phail gayi, jisne bathroom ki bachi-khuchi durgandh ko poori tarah mita diya.

Kaavya ne deewar par latke chrome ke jet-spray ko apne baayein haath mein uthaya. Usne pehle apni hatheli par paani chalaakar dekha, paani halka gunguna aur mulayam tha.

Usne apna haath Tauji ki bhaari jaangh ke neeche se peeche ki taraf badhaya.

Fusss... chharrr...

Halke gungune paani ki ek phuhaar Tauji ke pichhle hisse, unke nitambon aur guda-darwaaza par padi. Paani ki us narm dhaar ne Tauji ke badan mein ek siharan paida kar di:

"Aah... bahu..."

Lekin Kaavya sirf paani se saaf karne waali nahi thi.

Usne saabundaani mein rakha hua asli chandan saabun uthaya. Usne apni dono gori, doodhiya hatheliyon ko aapas mein ragadna shuru kiya.

Dekhte hi dekhte, uske haathon mein safed, gaadha aur chandan ki shaahi mehak se labalab makhmali jhaag ban gaya.

Aur phir...

Kaavya ne apna daahina haath Tauji ki dono jaanghon ke beech se, bilkul neeche gehraai mein utaar diya.

Ufff!

Kaavya ki wo naazuk, makhmali aur chandan ke jhaag se tarbatar ungliyan jab Tauji ke bhaari, sakht aur baalon se bhare nitambon ke beech rengne lagin... to sabse pehle uski ungliyon ke poron ne seedhe Tauji ke guda-darwaaza ko chhua.

Shauch ke baad ki ye asli, pavitra aur varjit pareeksha thi.

Kaavya ne zara bhi ghin ya jhijhak nahi dikhayi. Uske baayein haath se jet-spray ka gunguna paani dhaar bankar beh raha tha, aur uske daahine haath ki doodhiya, naazuk ungliyan Tauji ke us sankuchit, sikude hue guda-darwaaza ki ek-ek tah aur silwat ko sehla-sehla kar dhone lagin.

Chandan ke ghane, makhmali jhaag ke beech jab Kaavya ki ungliyon ke por us naazuk, gehre guda-chhidra ke chaaron taraf golakaar roop mein ghoomne lage... to Tauji ka poora chhah foot ka jism current khaakar tharthara utha!

Guda-darwaaza ki wo kasi hui sphincter Kaavya ke komal, chikne sparsh se pehle zor se sikudi, aur phir gungune paani aur makhmali jhaag ki garmaahat paakar dheeli padne lagi. Kaavya ne bahut tasalli se, apni ungliyon se us sankri daraar aur guda-darwaaza ke muhaane par laga mail aur chipchipaahat ka ek-ek qatra poori tarah ragad-ragad kar saaf kar diya.

Ye koi normal seva nahi thi. Ek aurat jab kisi gair-mard ke guda-darwaaza ko apni nangi, reshmi ungliyon se dhoti hai, to wo uske jism ke sabse antim, sabse gupt parde ko cheer deti hai.

Aur phir, guda-darwaaza ko poori tarah dhokar swachh karne ke baad...

Kaavya ki chandan ke jhaag se tar hatheli dheere se aage fisli. Uski ungliyan aur hatheli Tauji ke andkosh ke theek neeche, unke perineum par poori tarah ragad khaane lagin.

Guda-darwaaza ke is gehre sparsh aur perineum par pade us makhmali dabaav ne... prakriti ke us atal, aniyantrit jeev-vigyaan ko jhakjhor kar jaga diya.

Medical science ka ye atal niyam hai ki jab guda ki naazuk maanspeshiyon aur perineal nerve plexus par garam paani aur chikne jhaag ka ek saath dabaav padta hai, to mard ka jism apni saamaajik maryaadaon aur umr ko poori tarah bhool jaata hai.

Kaavya ki aankhon ke theek saamne... uski naak se mushkil se chaar inch ki doori par...

Tauji ka wo soya hua, kaala-saanwala saadhe aath inch ka daitya achanak fan uthaane laga!

Uski moti, neeli nasein khoulte hue khoon se bharne lagin. Wo bhaari ling khinchne laga, lamba hone laga aur kuch hi secondon mein, ek dehakte hue lohe ke khambhe ki tarah seedha tankar, commode ke muhaane se baahar hawa mein lehraane laga!

Uski badi, gehre laal rang ki supari se kaam-ras ki ek gaadhi, paaradarshi boond chhalak kar commode ki safed cheeni mitti par tapak gayi.

Tauji ki aankhein dehshat aur ek asahaneey, paagal kar dene waale sukh se fat gayin. Unka chehra khoon ki tarah laal ho gaya, gardan ki nasein phool gayin:

"Bahu... maaf kar de mujhe... he Ishwar, main mar kyon nahi gaya! Is naapaak jism par mera koi bas nahi hai... tu door hat ja... main paapi ho gaya hoon..."

Kaavya thithki. Uski nazrein us vishaal, dhadakte hue ang par jam gayin.

Lekin uske bheetar koi nafrat nahi thi, koi ghin nahi thi.

Us pal, Kaavya ke bheetar ki us kaamini ne, uski us chhipi hui 'kaali chhaaya' ne poore wajood par qabza kar liya tha. Uski putliyan phail gayin, uski saansein garam aur tez ho gayin.

Usne dekha ki ye mard apne hi paurush ki is bhayanak jwaala se paani ho raha hai, aur wo khud is aag ki swaamini hai.

Kaavya ne jet-spray ko thoda oopar uthaya.

Usne apne chandan ke jhaag se bhare daahine haath ko Tauji ke us dehakte hue, nange ling ke chaaron taraf lapet diya!

Sadap...

Tauji ke munh se ek cheekh nikal gayi. Unki reedh ki haddi commode se peeche takraayi.

Kaavya ne us vishaal ling ko apni mutthi mein thaamkar, jad se lekar supari tak dheere-dheere sehlaaya. Usne garam paani ki dhaar se us par laga jhaag aur uski supari par chhalqa hua wo kaam-ras apni hi ungliyon se dhokar saaf kar diya.

Uski ungliyon ki chhuan itni komal, itni gaadhi aur sammohak thi ki Tauji ke munh se sirf bebas ghoont nikal rahe the.

Kaavya thoda aur aage jhuki. Uska chehra us dehakte hue ang ke itne qareeb tha ki uski garam saansein seedhe uski supari se takra rahi thin.

Usne apni aankhein uthaayin. Uski aankhon mein ek nasheela, devi jaisa sammohan tair raha tha.

Usne bahut dheemi, phusphusaati aawaaz mein wo mantra foonka jisne Tauji ki aatma ki aakhiri bedi bhi kaat di:

"Sharminda mat hoiye Tauji... mard ka jism jab aulaad ko bachaane ke liye kat sakta hai, apni baahein tudwa sakta hai... to apni is beti ki seva mein uth bhi sakta hai. Ismein koi paap nahi hai... ye Ishwar ki banayi jism ka sach hai."

Tauji ki aankhon se aansuon ki dhaar beh nikli. Wo ro pade. Unke man ka saara bojh, saari sharm us chandan ke paani mein behkar hamesha ke liye khatm ho chuki thi.

Kaavya ne ek sookha, safed tauliya uthaya. Usne bahut pyaar se, dheere-dheere Tauji ke pichhle hisse ko, unki jaanghon ko aur us tane hue vishaal ang ko thapthapa kar sukhaaya.

Phir usne Tauji ko khada kiya, unki cotton dhoti ko dobaara unki kamar par baandha aur bahut saleeqe se unki silwatein theek keen.

Jab wo dono bathroom se baahar nikle, to Tauji ka chehra kisi navjaat bachche ki tarah shaant aur halka tha.

Wo poori tarah se is aurat ke ho chuke the.



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Dopahar ke qareeb ek baje...

Chennai Central railway station ke VIP lounge mein, aur phir Pune jaane waali superfast express train ke First AC coupe mein...

Main akela baitha tha.

Chennai Port ke jis container freight station (CFS) ke logistics audit ke liye mujhe teen din ka lamba waqt dekar yahan bheja gaya tha, wo sankat subah gyarah baje hi apratyaashit roop se sulajh gaya tha. Customs ke ICEGATE server migration ke dauran shipping line ke electronic manifest aur container barcode mein jo gambheer takneeki visangati aayi thi, Port Trust ke adhikaariyon ne use ek normal software glitch maankar clear kar diya tha. Local terminal operatoron ne subah ki pehli baithak mein hi apni audit sheet aur seal-verification log table par rakh diye the. Regional Vice President ne video call par santushti jataate hue mujhe wahin se digital sign-off karne ki hari jhandi de di.

Jis audit mein poora hafta khapne ki aashanka thi, wo mehaz saadhe teen ghante mein simatkar hamesha ke liye band ho chuka tha.

Company ka travel desk mujhe dopahar ki flight se hi Pune waapas bhejne ki taiyyari mein tha. Lekin hawai yatra ke us jaanlewa vertigo, lagaataar ultiyon aur ghabraahat ne mujhe is qadar tod diya tha ki dobaara kisi pressurized cabin mein kadam rakhne ki soch se hi mere halak mein pitt bhar aata tha. Meri haalat kisi bimaar, dare hue choohe jaisi ho chuki thi. Maine apni company ke travel desk se ladkar Chennai-Pune ki waapasi flight cancel karwayi aur Chennai Central se dopahar sawa ek baje rawaana hone waali Superfast Express ke First AC coupe ka ticket book karwa liya.

Chaubees ghante ka lamba, patriyon par ghisat-ta hua safar mere toote hue shareer ke liye aasmaan ke us khaufnaak vertigo se kahin zyaada safe tha.

Lekin is achanak hue faisle ka sabse bada sach kuch aur tha...

Flat 903 mein Kaavya aur Tauji is mugaalte mein the ki main abhi kam se kam do-teen din Chennai ke bandargaah par hi phansa rahoonga. Unko gumaan tak nahi tha ki jis pati aur bete ki gair-maujoodgi mein wo maryaada ki saari hadein baha rahe the, wo apni tay taareekh se adtaalees ghante pehle hi Pune ki taraf tezi se douda chala aa raha tha!

Train ki bogie ki thandi AC hawa mein bhi, mera shareer andar se kaamp raha tha.

Maine apni seat par baithkar apna Dell laptop khola.

Server par ek naya video aur audio log chamak raha tha, Cam_CommonBath_01 [08:32 AM - 08:58 AM] Recording Saved.

Mere haath kaampne lage. Maine apne kaanon par noise-canceling headphones chadhaaye aur audio play kiya.

Aur agle pachchees minute tak... mere kaanon mein jo aawaazein goonjeen, unhone mujhe ek zinda laash mein tabdeel kar diya.

Headphones mein mujhe washbasin ke nal se girte paani ka tez shor sunayi diya: Chharrrrr...

Mujhe flush ka chalna sunayi diya...

Aur phir, nal band hone ke baad, mujhe chrome jet-spray ki phuhaar aur geele sangmarmar par kisi ke ghutne tekne ki aawaaz aayi.

Headphones ka high-sensitive mic bathroom ki ek-ek nam aawaaz ko mere dimaag mein hathoude ki tarah thok raha tha.

Saabun ke ghane, makhmali jhaag ka Tauji ke nitambon aur jaanghon ke beech fisalna... chap... sarr... chap...

Tauji ki wo bhaari, aatma ko cheer dene waali, sukh aur sharm se bhari siski: "Bahu... maaf kar de mujhe... is naapaak jism par mera koi bas nahi hai..."

Aur uske baad... meri patni ki wo madhosh, reshmi aur sammohak phusphusaahat...

"Sharminda mat hoiye Tauji... mard ka shareer jab aulaad ke liye kat sakta hai, to beti ki seva mein uth bhi sakta hai... ismein koi paap nahi hai..."

Wo ek vaakya sunte hi... mere haathon se laptop lagbhag chhootkar gir pada.

Meri aankhon ke aage andhera chha gaya.

Mujhe apni shaadi ke chhah saal yaad aa gaye.

Kitni hi baar aisa hua tha ki jab mujhe pet ka infection hua tha ya raat ko ulti aayi thi... to Kaavya ne kya kiya tha? Wo munh par pallu rakhkar, kamre ke saare pankhe chala deti thi, Odonil ki tikiya khol deti thi aur chhidkar naukrani ko bulaane ki baat karti thi. Use kisi mard ke mal ya bimari se itni ghin aati thi ki wo hafton tak us bathroom mein pair nahi rakhti thi.

Lekin aaj?

Aaj wahi Kaavya... mere sage Tauji ke commode ke aage ghutnon ke bal baithi thi! Usne apne gore haathon se us boodhe ka mail dhoya tha, apni ungliyon se us vishaal mard ke guda-darwaaza aur nitambon ki bheetari sankri daraar ko chandan ke jhaag se sehla-sehla kar saaf kiya tha, uski perineum par apni hatheli pheri thi... aur jab us guda-sparsh se us boodhe ka vikraal ling uske chehre ke aage tankar khada hua, to usne apni hatheli mein use thaamkar dhoya tha!

Aur phir, shaam ke qareeb chaar baje, jab First AC superfast express Andhra Pradesh ke ghane jangalon aur veeraan pahaadiyon ko cheerti hui guzar rahi thi...

Maine apne phone par uska gupt Tumblr blog (@pinklily_confessions - Pink Lily) khola.



BLOG ENTRY 5: "CHANDAN KA JHAAG, JISM PAR PARAAYA QABZA AUR VARJIT PAANI-SEVA"

"Aaj subah aath bajkar painttees minute par, maine apni zindagi ki aakhiri hadd, apni maryaada ki aakhiri deewar ko bhi garam paani aur Mysore chandan ke jhaag mein hamesha ke liye baha diya...

Jab Tauji ke pet mein ainthhan uthi aur assi ghante ki us asahaneey dard mein wo ek asahaay bachche ki tarah bebas hokar ro pade, to mere bheetar kuch aisa toota jo kabhi dobaara nahi jud sakta. Jab main unke saath common bathroom mein gayi aur us commode ke aage apne ghutne teke, to meri rooh dar aur jhijhak se tharthara rahi thi... lekin jaise hi maine chrome jet-spray uthaya aur us vishaal, laachaar mard ke bhaari koolhon ko chhua, achanak mere jism ke bheetar ek bhayanak, chamatkaari badlaav aa gaya.

Mere dimaag ki saari sudh-budh, mera chhah saal ka vaivaahik jeevan, mere sanskaar, meri saari ghin... sab kuch ek hi pal mein dhuen ki tarah ud gaya! Aisa laga jaise mere jism par mera apna koi adhikaar nahi raha... koi andhi, aadim, pyaasi aur jaaduyi shakti mere poore badan par qabza kar baithi (something took over my body completely). Mere haath mere apne nahi the... wo us paraayi shakti ke ishaare par naach rahe the. Us shakti ne meri naazuk ungliyon se us vishaal pehlwan ke guda-darwaaza ke mail ko dhoya, us shakti ne meri hatheliyon se Mysore chandan ke ghane jhaag ko unke chootadon ki bheetari sankri daraar aur guda-darwaaza mein bina kisi jhijhak ke ragadwaaya.

Jab meri ungliyan us sabse varjit hisse ko sehla rahi thin, to mere andar ghin ka ek qatra bhi nahi tha... balki meri choot ke bheetar ek asahaneey, khaufnaak kaam-ras ki baadh aa gayi thi! Mera poora badan aag ki tarah tap raha tha.

Aur phir... jab us guda-sparsh aur sivani par hatheli pherne ke current se, unka soya hua, saath saal ka saadhe aath inch ka bhayanak lund achanak khoulte lohe ki tarah tankar, nason ko phulaaye theek mere chehre se ek inch door khada ho gaya... to mere bheetar baithi us shakti ne mere halak se wo shabd nikalwaaye jo sirf koi mukammal kaam-daasi hi bol sakti hai, 'Mard ka jism jab aulaad ke liye kat sakta hai, to beti ki seva mein uth bhi sakta hai... ismein koi paap nahi hai...'

Maine apni kaampti, saabun se lathpath hatheli mein us dehakte hue vishaal lund ko thaama. Maine use jad se lekar us bade, phoole hue jaamuni tope tak dhoya, use sehlaaya... aur sabse bhayanak baat ye hai ki meri aankhon mein aansu the, lekin mere honth us dehakte hue lund ko choomne ke liye buri tarah machal rahe the! Main ab apne pati ki patni nahi rahi... main us ghayal sher ke paurush ki daasi, uski rakhel ban chuki hoon..."

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Train ki bogie ke sannate mein, meri ungliyan us screen ko scroll karte hue barf ki tarah thandi pad chuki thin.

Lekin us post ke neeche Tumblr ke ajnabee paathakon ke jo comments aa rahe the, unhone mere paurush ki bachi-khuchi raakh ko bhi hawa mein uda diya tha. Comment section kisi wehshi akhaade ki tarah ubal raha tha:

@Tantric_Goddess_69:
"Pink Lily, tumne aaj wo kar dikhaaya jo itihaas mein sirf raniyan apne shoorveer raajaon ke liye karti thin! Kisi ghayal, paraakrami mard ke mal ko dhona aur usi pal uske tane hue saadhe aath inch ke ling ko apne haathon mein lekar pavitra kar dena, ye koi aam sambhog nahi, ye jism aur aatma ka sarvochch samarpan hai! Tum us mard ki devi bhi ban gayi ho aur uski daasi bhi. Ab tumko kisi paakhandi samaaj, kanoon ya sindoor ki parwaah karne ki zaroorat nahi hai."

@Alpha_Bull_Pune:
"Uska pati duniya ka sabse bada naamard aur buzdil hai! Ek taraf uski 28 saal ki apsara jaisi haseen biwi kisi doosre mard ke aage ghutne tekkar apni maryaada baha rahi hai, aur wo kaagzi sher baahar kisi five-star hotel mein baithkar presentation bana raha hoga! Uski mardaangi to usi din khatm ho gayi thi jab usne aisi husn ki mallika ko kisi ghayal sher ke hawaale chhod diya. Us dheele pati ki auqaat ab sirf bill bharne ki bachi hai!"

@Bahu_Ka_Deewana:
"Ufff... ye post padhkar meri saansein phool gayin! Jis aurat ke haath itne gore, naazuk aur ameer hon, wo jab kisi 6 foot 1 inch ke boodhe pehlwan ki jaanghon ke beech baithkar uska mail dhoye aur uske vishaal lund ko chandan ke jhaag se chamkaaye... isse zyaada nasheela, kaamuk aur pavitra drishya duniya mein koi nahi ho sakta. Tum ek asli mard ki asli aurat ho, Pink Lily!"

@Cuckold_Curator:
"Hahaha... socho jab wo corporate pati apne kaam ke tour se waapas lautega aur Pink Lily usi haath se use chai ka cup thamaayegi jis haath se usne us vishaal akhaadebaaz mard ki antaranga seva ki thi! Aise choohon ki qismat mein sirf EMI bharna aur door baithe tamaasha dekhna likha hota hai. Wo tour se lautkar bhi kya ukhaad lega jab uski biwi ke jism aur rooh par us dehaati mard ki chhaap lag chuki hai!"

@Erotic_Awakening_Pune:
"Ye jo tumhaare jism par kisi aur ka qabza ho jaata hai, yahi to prakriti ki pukaar hai. Tumhaara shareer jaan chuka hai ki tumhaara pati tumko wo aag aur wo sukh kabhi nahi de sakta tha. Jo tripti tumko us boodhe ke bhaari paurush ki seva mein mil rahi hai, wahi tumhaara param sach hai. Us naamard ko bhool jaao!"

Train ki khidki ke baahar dhool aur sannata ud raha tha.

Maine apni jeb se cigarette ka packet nikaala. Mere haath itne kaamp rahe the ki lighter ki teeli teen baar bujh gayi.

Mujhe samajh aa chuka tha.

Jab ek aurat kisi mard ka mail apne haathon se dho de, aur usi haath se uske tane hue paurush ko sehla kar pavitra ghoshit kar de... to duniya ka koi bhi kanoon, koi bhi samaaj aur koi bhi sindoor us rishte ko nahi rok sakta. Aur jab poori duniya ke saamne aapke paurush ki dhajjiyan ud chuki hon, to aapke paas sirf apni hi bebasi ka zehar peene ke siwa kuch nahi bachta.

Meri shaadi ka wajood hamesha ke liye dafn ho chuka tha.

Aur kal subah... jab main Pune Junction par utarkar Flat 903 ki chaukhat par kadam rakhoonga... to wahan mera swaagat meri biwi nahi, us boodhe pehlwan ki poori tarah samarpit ho chuki daasi karegi.

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