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Halwe ki tareefon ke baad nashta shuru hua toh dining hall ka maahaul aur bhi garam ho gaya. Lambi teak ki table par chaandi ki plates lagi thi, beech mein garma garam aloo ke paranthe, safed makhan ki katori, poha, dahi aur kesar wali chai ka bada sa thermos rakha tha. Khidkiyon se subah ki sunehri dhoop andar aa rahi thi aur us dhoop mein Vaishali ki peach georgette saree ka sequin border har baar chamak uthta jab woh kisi ki plate mein paratha rakhne ke liye jhukti. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.

Saree pehle hi naabhi se kaafi neeche bandhi thi, aur jab woh jhukti toh patla sa pallu kandhe se sarak kar uski baanh par aa jaata. Sleeveless dori blouse ki peeth poori khuli thi, bas do patli doriyan uski chikni gori kamar par ek gaanth mein bandhi thi, aur us gaanth ke neeche diamond kamarband uski kamar ke ghumaav ko aur ubhaar raha tha. Har baar jab pallu sarakta, woh use jaldi se wapas kandhe par rakhti, lekin do minute baad woh phir neeche hota. Usne socha, uski moan.

Vaishali ke dimaag mein wahi baat ghoom rahi thi jo kal se ghoom rahi thi. *Ramesh ke ghar mein toh pallu sir se nahi hatta tha. Wahan saas ke saamne aankh utha kar baat bhi nahi karti thi. Aur yahan... yahan yeh log chahte hain ki bahu aisi dikhe, jaise kisi magazine ke cover se nikal kar aayi ho.* Usne socha, uska lund.

Kal raat Vikram ki maa ne jab use yeh saree di thi, tab bhi unhone yahi kaha tha, "Meera, hamare ghar ki bahu ko kabhi behenji jaisa mat dikhna. Log dekhte hain. Deshmukh khandaan ki bahu ho, thoda style rakho." Aur Vaishali ne chupchaap sar hila diya tha. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Lekin asli museebat saree nahi thi. Asli museebat uski gardan thi.

Subah nahaate waqt usne aaine mein dekha tha. Gardan ki baayin taraf, kaan ke thoda neeche, do gehre laal-baingani nishaan the, aur ek nishaan chhati par, uske til ke bilkul paas. Kal raat Vikram ne jaan boojh kar wahan daant gadaaye the, aur jab usne roka tha toh woh hans kar bola tha, "Taaki sabko pata chale ki Meera kiski hai." Usne concealer lagaya tha, baal us taraf khule chhod diye the, lekin sleeveless blouse aur patle pallu ke saath kuch bhi poori tarah chhupta nahi tha. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.

Woh chachi ki plate mein poha daal rahi thi jab achanak uske baal kandhe se peeche gire.

Chachi ki nazar seedhi wahin gayi. Unke haath mein chai ka cup ruk gaya, aur unke honthon par ek dheemi si, sharaarti muskaan phail gayi. Unhone kohni se apni bagal mein baithi Vikram ki mausi ko halka sa dhakka diya aur aankhon se ishaara kiya. Usne socha, uski moan.

Mausi ne bhi dekha, aur unhone munh par haath rakh liya. "Haaye Ram," woh dheere se boli, lekin itna dheere bhi nahi ki table ke aadhe log na sun paaye.

Vaishali ko samajhne mein ek second laga. Phir uska haath apne aap gardan par gaya, aur uska poora chehra ek pal mein laal ho gaya. Usne jaldi se baal wapas aage kiye. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

"Arre bahu, chhupa kyon rahi ho?" chachi ne chai ka ghoont lete hue kaha, aawaz mein poori shararat. "Hum bhi kabhi nayi bahu the. Hamare zamaane mein bhi machhar kaat-te the." Unhone 'machhar' shabd par itna zor diya ki do cousins khi-khi karke hans padi. Usne socha, uski chut.

"Bada zaalim machhar hai is ghar mein," mausi ne jod diya, aur Vikram ki taraf tirchhi nazar se dekha. "Sirf ek raat mein itna kaam kar diya."

Poori table thahaakon se goonj uthi. Vikram ne bina sharmaaye paratha todte hue kandhe uchkaaye, jaise uska is maamle se koi lena dena hi na ho, lekin uski aankhon mein ek ghamandi chamak thi. Woh Vaishali ki taraf dekh kar muskuraya, aur woh muskaan saaf keh rahi thi, *dekha, maine kaha tha na.* Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Vaishali ne nazrein neeche kar li. Uske kaan jal rahe the. Usne pallu ko gardan ke paas kheench kar lapetne ki koshish ki, lekin patli georgette ke paar nishaan aur bhi saaf dikhne lage, jaise kisi ne laal syahi se uski chamdi par likh diya ho. Ek pal ke liye use itni sharm aayi ki man kiya zameen phat jaaye. Lekin usi sharm ke neeche ek ajeeb sa, garam sa ehsaas bhi tha. Kal raat ki yaadein, Vikram ke honth uski gardan par, uski ungliyan saree ke andar, aur takiye mein dabi apni chhoti si cheekh, sab ek saath uske jism mein daud gayi. Uski jaanghein table ke neeche apne aap ek doosre se chipak gayi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, usne dekha.

Aur tabhi usne mehsoos kiya ki koi use dekh raha hai.

Table ke doosre kone par Arjun baitha tha. Uske haath mein chammach ab bhi wahi tha, halwa ab bhi plate mein waisa ka waisa pada tha. Lekin uski aankhein Vaishali ki gardan par tiki thi. Ek second ke liye dono ki nazrein mili. Arjun ki aankhon mein na gussa tha, na sharaarat. Bas ek khaali, chubhti hui chuppi thi. Phir usne nazar hata li aur khidki ke bahar dekhne laga. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Vaishali ke seene mein kuch kasak gaya. *Usne kal raat sab suna hoga,* usne socha. *Deewar itni patli thi... payal ki aawaz... woh ek aawaz jo mujhse nikal gayi...* Usne apne honth daanton se daba liye. Usne socha, uski panty.

"Achha achha, bas karo sab," saas ne bade pyaar se dant kar kaha, lekin unke chehre par bhi khushi saaf thi. "Bechaari nayi hai, sharmaa rahi hai. Meera, tu baith, kha le kuch. Subah se khadi hai."

Vaishali ne Vikram ki bagal wali kursi par baithi. Baithte hi Vikram ka haath table ke neeche aaya aur uski jaangh par saree ke upar se tik gaya. Usne garam hatheli se dheere se jaangh daba di. Vaishali ne chupke se uska haath hataane ki koshish ki, lekin usne ungliyan aur kas di, aur paratha chabaate hue, bina uski taraf dekhe, dheere se kaha, "Sab tumhari hi baat kar rahe hain. Mazaa aa raha hai na?" Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

"Chup raho," usne honth hilaaye bina phusphusaaya. "Sab dekh lenge."

"Dekhne do," Vikram ne kaha, aur uski ungli saree ki silvat ke saath jaangh ke andar ki taraf ek inch aur badh gayi. "Biwi hai meri."

Vaishali ne apni chai ka cup itni zor se pakda ki ungliyan safed ho gayi. Uski saans tez ho gayi thi, aur woh poori koshish kar rahi thi ki chehre par kuch na dikhe, jabki saamne baithi chachi abhi bhi rasoi ki baatein kar rahi thi. Vikram ka haath wahin ruka raha, garam aur bhaari, poore nashte bhar. Har baar jab koi Vaishali se kuch poochta, uski ungli thodi si hilti, aur use jawab dete waqt apni aawaz ko sambhalna padta. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, uska lund.

Thodi der baad Vikram ki badi bua, jo ab tak chup chaap sab dekh rahi thi, apna chashma theek karte hue boli, "Ek baat kahun Vikram? Bahu toh bahut sundar mili hai tujhe. Aur samajhdaar bhi lagti hai."

"Thank you bua," Vikram ne muskura kar kaha.

"Lekin," bua ne chai ka cup rakha, aur poori table chup ho gayi, jaise sab jaante the ki ab kuch aane wala hai. "Meera tujhse badi hai na? Kitni... das saal?"

Hall mein ek pal ke liye sannata chha gaya. Usne socha, usne dekha.

Vaishali ka dil zor se dhadka. Kagaz par woh adtees ki thi, Vikram atthaais ka. Aur asal mein woh bayaalis ki thi. Yeh baat is table par sirf use aur Arjun ko pata thi. Usne apni ungliyan saree ki silvaton mein chhupa li. Usne socha, uski moan.

"Haan bua, das saal," Vikram ne bade aaram se kaha, jaise koi badi baat hi na ho. "Toh?"

"Toh kuch nahi beta," bua ne haath hilaaya. "Main toh bas itna keh rahi hoon ki der mat karna. Ladki ki umar badhti hai toh phir mushkil hoti hai. Adtees ki ho gayi hai. Abhi time hai, jaldi bacche kar lo."

Aur jaise kisi ne bandh tod diya ho, poori table bol padi. Usne socha, uski chut.

"Haan sahi keh rahi hain bua," chachi ne turant haan mein haan milayi. "Agle saal tak toh ghar mein kilkaari goonjni chahiye."

"Meri toh shaadi ke saal bhar mein Bunty aa gaya tha," mausi ne yaad kiya. "Aur Meera ko dekh kar toh lagta hai machhar wala kaam bhi zor shor se chal raha hai." Phir se sab hans pade. Usne socha, uski panty.

"Bhabhi, beta chahiye ya beti?" ek cousin ne aankh maar kar poocha.

Vaishali ka gala sookh gaya. Use laga jaise koi uske seene par baith gaya ho. *Beta.* Uska beta yahin baitha tha, isi table par, das kadam door, apni plate mein halwa ghuma raha tha. Uska tees saal ka nahi, teyees saal ka jawan beta, jise yeh sab log 'Meera ka bhatija' samajhte the. Use laga jaise abhi koi uski taraf ungli utha kar sach chilla dega. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Usne Arjun ki taraf dekhne ki himmat nahi ki. Lekin kursi ke kheenchne ki halki si aawaz aayi. Arjun uth khada hua tha.

"Excuse me," usne dheemi aawaz mein kaha. "Mera ek call hai."

"Arre Arjun beta, kuch khaya hi nahi tumne," saas ne kaha.

"Bhook nahi hai aunty. Thank you." Aur woh bina kisi ki taraf dekhe hall se bahar chala gaya. Usne socha, uska lund.

Kisi ne dhyaan nahi diya. Baatein phir se bacchon ke naamon par chali gayi. Lekin Vaishali ne dekha ki darwaaze par jaate hue Arjun ki mutthi kas kar band thi. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Vikram ne table ke neeche uski jaangh phir se dabaayi, aur uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar, sab ke beech, dheere se bola, "Suna? Sab yahi chahte hain. Maa bhi. Toh mehnat toh karni padegi na, Meera." Uske garam saans uski gardan ke nishaanon par padi aur Vaishali ki reedh ki haddi mein ek sihran daud gayi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

"Haan, mehnat toh karni padegi," usne aakhirkaar muskura kar sabke saamne kaha, jaise woh bas sharmaati hui nayi bahu ho. Table ne taaliyaan bajayi. Lekin andar hi andar uska dil kaanp raha tha, aur uski aankhein baar baar us khaali darwaaze ki taraf ja rahi thi jahan se Arjun gaya tha. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uski panty. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.



Dopahar tak poora bungalow mehmaanon se bhar gaya tha. Pados ki aunties, Vikram ke papa ke purane business dost ki biwiyan, club wali ladies, sab nayi bahu ko dekhne aayi thi. Drawing room mein velvet ke sofe lage the, crystal ka jhoomar latak raha tha, aur beech ki table par dry fruits aur mithaiyon ki chaandi ki thaaliyaan sajaayi gayi thi. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.
Saas ne Vaishali ko dopahar ke liye saree badalne bheja tha. "Peach subah ke liye theek tha bahu. Ab kuch aisa pehno ki club wali Mrs. Khanna ki aankhein phat jaayein," unhone aankh maar kar kaha tha. Usne socha, uski moan.
Toh ab Vaishali emerald green organza saree mein thi. Organza itna patla tha ki roshni mein uske neeche ki kamar ki gori chamdi saaf jhalak rahi thi. Saree ko maid ne khud usi tarah baandha tha jaise Mumbai ki high society ladies baandhti hain, naabhi se do ungal neeche, pleats ekdum kadak, aur pallu ek patli si lakeer ki tarah kandhe par, jo seene ko dhakta kam aur dikhaata zyaada tha. Blouse halterneck tha, gale mein bandha hua, kandhe aur baahein poori nangi, aur peeth par sirf ek patli diamond chain latak rahi thi jo har kadam par uski reedh ki haddi ke upar jhoolti. Kaanon mein emerald ke bade jhumke, gale mein Vikram ka diya diamond mangalsutra, aur kalaai par saas ka diya sone ka kangan. Heels ki wajah se uski chaal mein ek halki si lachak aa gayi thi jo pehle kabhi nahi thi. Usne socha, uska lund.
Jab woh seedhiyon se neeche utri, toh drawing room ki baatein ek pal ke liye ruk gayi.
"Oh my God, Mrs. Deshmukh," club wali Mrs. Khanna ne apna wine glass neeche rakhte hue kaha, "aapki bahu toh kisi actress se kam nahi hai. Kahan se dhoond ke laaye Vikram ne?"
"Mera beta ka taste hai," saas ne garv se kaha. "Aur sirf sundar nahi hai, Meera bahut sanskaari bhi hai. Subah pehli rasoi mein aisa halwa banaya ki sab ungliyan chaat-te reh gaye."




Vaishali ne muskura kar sabke pair chhue, sabko paani aur sharbat pakdaaya, aur har aunty se itne pyaar se baat ki ki do ghante mein woh poore drawing room ki favourite ban gayi. Kisi ne uski saree ki tareef ki, kisi ne uski skin ki, kisi ne uske Hindi bolne ke tareeke ki. Ek aunty ne toh uske gaal tak kheench liye, "Itni pyaari hai, nazar na lage." Aur doosri ne turant kaala teeka laga diya, theek uski gardan ke us nishaan ke paas. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.
Har tareef ke saath Vaishali ke andar do ehsaas ek saath uthte. Ek taraf ek ajeeb sa nasha tha. Bees saal tak Ramesh ke chhote se ghar mein kisi ne uski tareef nahi ki thi. Wahan woh bas ek biwi thi jo khaana banati thi, kapde dhoti thi, aur raat ko chup chaap so jaati thi. Yahan log use dekh kar rukte the. Mard chupke se nazrein churaate the, aurtein jalan se muskuraati thi. Use apna jism, apni kamar, apne nange kandhe, sab pehli baar ek taakat jaisa lag raha tha. Usne socha, uski moan.
Aur doosri taraf ek chubhan thi. Yeh sab Meera ke liye hai, woh sochti. Vaishali ke liye nahi. Vaishali toh kahin peeche choot gayi, us chhote se ghar mein, Ramesh ke paas.
Teen baje ke kareeb uska phone baja.
Screen par likha tha: Ramesh Bhaiya — Video Call.
Vaishali ka dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Usne idhar udhar dekha. Saas Mrs. Khanna ke saath baatein kar rahi thi. Vikram balcony mein kisi se phone par business ki baat kar raha tha. Woh jaldi se "Ek minute, mere bhaiya ka call hai," keh kar side wale chhote se study room mein chali gayi aur darwaza bhed diya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Call uthate hi screen par Ramesh ka chehra aaya. Wahi purani baniyaan, wahi peeche ki peeli deewar, wahi chhoti si kitchen ki khidki jahan Vaishali ne bees saal bartan dhoye the. Woh shayad apne office ke lunch break mein ghar aaya tha. Uski aankhein thaki hui thi, daadhi badhi hui thi.
"Vaishali..." usne shuru kiya, phir jaldi se rukte hue dheemi aawaz mein kaha, "Meera. Kaisi ho?"
"Theek hoon," usne kaha. Uski aawaz apne aap dheemi ho gayi thi. Usne socha, uski moan.
Ramesh kuch second chup raha. Usne screen ki taraf dekha, aur Vaishali ne dekha ki uski nazar uske chehre se neeche gayi. Nange kandhe. Halterneck blouse. Patla emerald pallu. Diamond mangalsutra, jo uska diya hua nahi tha. Aur phir gardan. Usne socha, uska lund.
Vaishali ne turant baal aage karne ki koshish ki, lekin der ho chuki thi. Ramesh ki aankhein un do laal-baingani nishaanon par atak gayi. Uska jabda halka sa kasa. Usne nigal kar thook andar liya.
"Bahut... alag lag rahi ho," usne aakhirkaar kaha, aur uski aawaz bhaari thi.
"Saas ne di hai saree," Vaishali ne jaise safai di. "Yahan sab aise hi pehente hain. Yeh log bahut... amir hain." Usne socha, usne dekha.
"Haan, dikh raha hai," Ramesh ne ek feeki si hansi ke saath kaha. "Hamare ghar mein toh tum pallu sir se hataati bhi nahi thi."
Yeh sun kar Vaishali ke seene mein kuch toot gaya. Wahi baat jo woh khud kal se soch rahi thi, ab uske pati ke munh se nikli thi. Uske asli pati ke munh se, jo ab use 'behen' bulaata tha. Usne socha, uski panty.
"Raat ko..." Ramesh ne shuru kiya, phir ruk gaya. Usne screen se nazar hata kar kahin aur dekha. "Raat ko maine message kiya tha. Tumne dekha nahi."
Vaishali ko yaad aaya. So gayi? Woh message, jo bistar ke kinaare pade phone par chamakta raha tha jab Vikram uske upar tha, uski ungliyan uske andar thi, aur woh takiye mein apni aawaz daba rahi thi. Usne phone ki screen dekhi thi, Ramesh ka naam dekha tha, aur phir aankhein band kar li thi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
"Thak gayi thi," usne jhooth bola. "Jaldi so gayi."
Ramesh ne uski gardan ki taraf ek baar aur dekha. Uski aankhon mein kuch tha jo Vaishali ne bees saal mein kabhi nahi dekha tha. Jalan, haan. Dard, haan. Lekin uske saath ek ajeeb si bebasi bhari bhookh bhi, jaise woh dekhna bhi nahi chahta tha aur nazar hata bhi nahi paa raha tha. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
"Haan," usne dheere se kaha. "Dikh raha hai kitna thaki hogi."
Ek lambi chuppi ho gayi. Vaishali ne dekha ki Ramesh ki saansein thodi tez thi. Woh kuch kehna chahta tha, poochna chahta tha, lekin shabd nahi mil rahe the. Aakhir mein usne bas itna poocha, bahut dheemi aawaz mein, "Woh... tumhara khayal toh rakhta hai na?"
Sawaal seedha tha, lekin dono jaante the ki woh kya pooch raha hai. Usne socha, uska lund.
Vaishali ne nazrein neeche ki. Ek pal ke liye use Vikram ke haath yaad aaye, uski taakat, kal raat ki woh tadap, aur woh jhatka jab uska poora jism kaanp gaya tha aur usne Vikram ke kandhe mein naakhun gada diye the. Bees saal mein Ramesh ke saath kabhi aisa nahi hua tha. Ek baar bhi nahi. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
"Haan," usne kaha, aur uski aawaz mein na chaahte hue bhi ek halki si garmi aa gayi. "Bahut rakhta hai."
Ramesh ne aankhein band kar li. Jab kholi toh woh laal thi. "Achha hai," usne kaha. "Achha hai, Meera. Main... main bas yahi chahta tha ki tum khush raho."
Tabhi study ka darwaza khula aur Vikram andar aaya. Usne phone screen dekhi aur uske chehre par badi si muskaan aa gayi. "Arre bhaiya! Namaste!" Usne bina pooche Vaishali ke peeche aakar phone apni taraf ghuma liya aur doosra haath seedha uski nangi kamar par, organza ke neeche, kamarband ke paas rakh diya. "Kaise hain aap? Aapki behen ne toh pehle hi din poore khandaan ko apna deewana bana liya." Usne socha, uski moan.
"Namaste... Vikram ji," Ramesh ne zabardasti muskura kar kaha. "Sun ke achha laga."
"Aap festival pe aa rahe ho na Priya didi ke saath? Maa ne khaas kaha hai," Vikram bola, aur baat karte karte uska angootha Vaishali ki naabhi ke kinaare par dheere dheere ghoomne laga. Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Woh frame mein thi, Ramesh use dekh raha tha, aur Vikram ka haath uske pet par tha. Usne Vikram ka haath pakad kar hataana chaha, lekin Vikram ne use aur paas kheench liya, uski peeth apne seene se chipka li, aur uske kandhe par apni thodi tika di. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, uski panty.
"Zaroor aayenge," Ramesh ne kaha. Uski nazar screen par Vikram ke haath par thi. Woh dekh raha tha. Aur woh call kaat nahi raha tha.
"Chaliye bhaiya, aapki behen ko le jaata hoon, mehmaan wait kar rahe hain," Vikram ne hanste hue kaha, aur call kaatne se theek pehle usne jhuk kar sabke saamne, Ramesh ke saamne, Vaishali ki gardan par us nishaan ke upar ek lamba, geela chumma diya. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Screen kaali ho gayi.
Vaishali wahin khadi rahi, uska dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Use apne pati ka woh aakhri chehra yaad aa raha tha, laal aankhein, kaanpte honth, aur woh ajeeb si bebas nazar jo hati nahi thi. Use bura laga. Bahut bura. Lekin us bure ehsaas ke neeche, kahin gehrai mein, ek garam si lehar bhi thi. Ek ajeeb sa nasha ki uska pati dekh raha tha, jal raha tha, aur phir bhi dekh raha tha. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, usne dekha.
"Bechaara bhaiya," Vikram ne uske kaan mein kaha. "Behen ki itni fikar karta hai."
"Haan," Vaishali ne phusphusaaya. "Bahut."
Usne phone mein dekha. Ramesh ka ek naya message aaya tha, call kat-ne ke ek minute baad. Sirf do shabd. Usne socha, uski chut.
Khush raho.
Aur uske neeche, das second baad, ek aur.
Bahut sundar lag rahi thi.
Vaishali ne phone ulta kar ke rakh diya aur study se bahar nikal gayi, jahan Mrs. Khanna uska intezaar kar rahi thi. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Corridor ke kone par, seedhiyon ke paas, Arjun deewar se tika khada tha. Usne sab dekha tha ya nahi, Vaishali ko nahi pata tha. Lekin jab woh paas se guzri, usne bahut dheemi aawaz mein, sirf usi ke liye, kaha, "Papa ne call kiya tha na?"
Vaishali ruk gayi. Usne idhar udhar dekha. Koi nahi tha. Usne socha, uski moan.
"Haan," usne kaha.
"Kaise the?"
Vaishali ne apne bete ki aankhon mein dekha. Wahi aankhein jo Ramesh ki thi. "Theek the, beta," usne itni dheemi aawaz mein kaha ki shabd hawa mein hi ghul gaye. "Theek the." Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Arjun ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas uski gardan ke nishaanon ki taraf ek baar dekha, aur phir mud kar seedhiyaan chadh gaya.



Raat ke khaane tak Vaishali thak kar choor ho chuki thi. Poore din heels mein khade rehna, har aunty ke pair chhoona, har sawaal ka muskura kar jawab dena, aur har pal is darr mein jeena ki kahin koi galti na ho jaaye. Jab aakhri mehmaan gaya aur saas ne pyaar se kaha, "Ja bahu, aaram kar, kal gathbandhan ki pooja hai, subah jaldi uthna hai," toh use laga jaise kisi ne pinjre ka darwaza khol diya ho. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.
Kamre mein pahunchte hi usne sabse pehle heels utaari aur thande marble ke farsh par nange paon rakhe. Ek lambi saans li. Kamra bada tha, halki peeli roshni mein dooba hua, beech mein bada sa king size bed jis par safed aur sunehri chadar bichhi thi. Bed ke saamne poori deewar jitna bada aaina tha. Aur bed ke peeche wali deewar, woh patli deewar, jiske us paar guest room tha. Arjun ka kamra. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vaishali aaine ke saamne khadi hui aur emerald jhumke utaarne lagi. Aaine mein usne apne aap ko dekha. Nange kandhe, halterneck blouse, naabhi se neeche bandhi organza saree, gardan par teen nishaan, aur unke upar aunty ka lagaya kaala teeka. Use apni hi shakal pe ek ajeeb sa hasaas hua. Kaun hai yeh aurat? Usne socha, uska lund.
Peeche se darwaza band hone ki aawaz aayi, phir chitkani lagne ki.
Vikram andar aa chuka tha. Usne apni kurta ki baahein upar chadha rakhi thi, aur uski aankhon mein wahi bhookh thi jo poore din table ke neeche, study mein, aur drawing room ke kone mein jhalakti rahi thi. Woh dheere dheere chalta hua uske peeche aaya, aur aaine mein dono ki nazrein mili. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
"Poore din tumhe dekhta raha," usne kaha, aawaz mein ek bhaaripan tha. "Har aadmi tumhe dekh raha tha, Meera. Mr. Khanna ka toh drink girte girte bacha. Aur main bas yahi soch raha tha ki raat ko yeh saree main kaise utaarunga."
"Ji, aaj bahut thak gayi hoon," Vaishali ne dheere se kaha, lekin usne mud kar use roka nahi. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.
Vikram ne uske kandhe par apne honth rakhe. Phir gardan par. Phir theek us nishaan par jahan dopahar ko Ramesh ki nazar atki thi. "Thak gayi ho?" usne phusphusaaya. "Bhaiya ke saamne toh bahut khush lag rahi thi jab maine yahan chooma."
Vaishali ka jism ek pal ke liye akad gaya. "Woh mere bhaiya hain. Unke saamne aisa mat kiya kijiye." Usne socha, uski moan.
"Kyon?" Vikram ne halterneck ki dori ki gaanth par ungli rakhi. "Unhe bhi toh pata chalna chahiye ki unki behen ab kiski hai." Aur usne gaanth kheench di.
Blouse dheela ho kar aage sarka. Vaishali ne use haath se pakadna chaha, lekin Vikram ne uski kalaai hata di aur blouse farsh par gir gaya. Aaine mein ab woh kamar se upar poori nangi thi. Uske bhaari, gore stan peeli roshni mein chamak rahe the, nipples AC ki thandi hawa mein sakht ho chuke the, aur chhati par woh laal nishaan, til ke bilkul paas. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Vikram ke dono haath peeche se aaye aur uske stanon ko neeche se thaam liya. Usne unka poora bojh hatheliyon mein tola, phir zor se dabaaya, aur angoothon se nipples ko dheere dheere ghumaane laga. Vaishali ke munh se siskaari nikli, "Sssss... aah... ji..." Uska ek haath neeche gaya, pet par se naabhi ke chaaron taraf ghooma, aur kamarband ke neeche saree ki pleats ke andar ghus gaya. Panty ke upar se usne uski garmi ko poori hatheli se dabaaya. Woh geeli thi. Usne socha, uski chut.
Aur tab Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya. Peeche se Vikram ka sakht, garam ubhaar uski gaand ki daraar par pajame ke andar se dabaa hua tha. Uski saansein bhaari ho rahi thi, ungliyan panty ki elastic ke andar jaane lagi thi, aur doosra haath ab saree ki pleats kheenchne laga tha. Vaishali samajh gayi. Yeh aaj rukega nahi. Aur ek baar shuru hua toh bed ki charmaraahat, uski apni aawaz, sab deewar ke us paar jaayega. Arjun tak. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Usne Vikram ka haath pakad kar rok diya. Phir dheere se mudi, uski aankhon mein dekha, aur dono haath uske chaude seene par rakh diye.
"Suniye," usne dheemi, kaanpti aawaz mein kaha. "Aaj nahi. Yahan nahi. Lekin..." Usne nazar ek pal ke liye neeche ki, phir wapas uski aankhon mein. "Mujhe aapko apne tareeke se khush karne dijiye." Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Vikram ki bhauein uth gayi. Uske honthon par ek dheemi, bhookhi muskaan aayi. "Apne tareeke se?"



Jawab dene ki jagah Vaishali ne use halke se peeche dhakela. Ek kadam. Do kadam. Uske ghutne bed ke kinaare se takraaye aur woh peeth ke bal bed par gir gaya. Vaishali uske paas aayi, saree ab bhi kamar par lipti, upar se poori nangi, gale mein mangalsutra jhoolta hua, aur dhire se uske pairon ke beech farsh par ghutno ke bal baith gayi. Uski payal khankhanaayi aur kamar-chain ke ghungroo halke se chhanke. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Usne kaanpte haathon se uske pajame ka naada pakda. Kheencha. Gaanth khuli. Usne pajama aur underwear ek saath neeche sarkaaye, aur Vikram ka lund jhatke se bahar aaya aur uske chehre ke theek saamne khada ho gaya.
Vaishali ki saans ruk gayi. Usne socha, uski panty.
Woh lamba tha, mota tha, poori tarah sakht. Upar se neeche tak moti moti nasein ubhri hui thi, aur sira gehra gulaabi, phoola hua, uski chhoti si aankh par ek chamakti hui boond tiki thi. Woh uski aankhon ke saamne halke halke jhatke le raha tha, har dhadkan ke saath upar uthta, jaise usse kuch maang raha ho. Uski garmi Vaishali ko apne chehre par mehsoos ho rahi thi, aur uski mardana, tez mehak uski naak mein ghus gayi. Usne socha, uska lund.
Uska dil itni zor se dhadakne laga ki use apni kanpatiyon mein dhak dhak sunaai dene lagi. Itna bada... Bees saal ki shaadi mein usne Ramesh ka kabhi theek se dekha bhi nahi tha. Andhere mein, jaldi jaldi, do minute, aur phir woh karwat le kar so jaata tha. Aur yeh... yeh kuch aur hi tha. Yeh uske saamne khada tha, roshni mein, ghamand se, jaise use pata ho ki woh iska hai. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Usne dheere se use apni mutthi mein pakda. Uski ungliyan poori tarah ghoom bhi nahi paayi. Woh uski hatheli mein garam lohe jaisa tha, aur usne mehsoos kiya ki andar khoon dhadak raha hai, dhak... dhak... dhak..., theek uske apne dil ki tarah. Usne mutthi upar se neeche tak dheere se chalaayi, aur sire par woh chamakti boond aur badi ho gayi.
"Dekhti hi rahogi?" Vikram ne bhaari aawaz mein kaha, ek haath uske baalon mein rakhte hue.
Vaishali ne upar uski taraf dekha, sharmaayi hui, kaajal waali aankhon se. Phir aage jhuki, aur apni jeebh ki nok se woh boond chaat li. Namkeen. Garam. Vikram ki jaanghein ek pal ke liye kaanp gayi. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Usne apni jeebh ko jad se lekar sire tak, neeche wali moti nas ke saath, dheere dheere upar chalaaya. Ek baar. Phir doosri baar. Phir sire ke chaaron taraf jeebh ghumaayi, us naram, phoole hue hisse ke kinaare kinaare, jahan chamdi sabse patli thi. Vikram ke munh se ek gehri aah nikli, "Haaaan... Meera..." Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Phir usne apne honth khole aur sira munh mein le liya.



Uske honth uske chaaron taraf kas gaye. Usne halke se choosa, jeebh andar se neeche ki taraf daba kar, aur dheere dheere aur andar lene lagi. Ek inch. Do inch. Woh itna mota tha ki uske jabde dukhne lage, gaal andar ki taraf dhans gaye. Usne aankhein band ki aur saans naak se li, aur aur neeche gayi, jab tak sira uske gale ki deewar se nahi takraaya. Uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Woh peeche hui, geeli, lambi saans li, uske honthon se ek chamakti dhaar uske lund tak lataki hui thi, aur phir dobara neeche gayi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Ab usne ek lay pakad li. Upar, neeche. Upar, neeche. Ek haath jad par mutthi mein kasa hua, munh ke saath saath chalta hua, aur doosra haath uski jaangh par tika hua. Kamre mein geeli, dabi hui aawaazein goonj rahi thi, gluk... gluk... schlurp..., aur unke beech uski choodiyon ki halki chhan chhan. Har baar jab woh neeche jaati, uske stan Vikram ki jaanghon se ragad khaate aur mangalsutra uske pet par jhool kar takraata. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Vaishali ko khud par yakeen nahi ho raha tha. Usne yeh pehle kabhi aise nahi kiya tha. Ramesh ne kabhi maanga hi nahi tha, aur usne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha. Lekin ab, is bade, thande kamre mein, ghutno par baith kar, apne se das saal chhote mard ka lund munh mein liye, use ek ajeeb sa nasha chadh raha tha. Uski choot panty ke andar dhadak rahi thi, aur uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosre se ragad kha rahi thi. Kya ho gaya hai mujhe, usne socha. Main ek maa hoon... Aur us khayal ne use rokne ki jagah aur garam kar diya, aur woh aur tezi se, aur gehra choosne lagi. Usne socha, uski panty.
Vikram ne uske baal mutthi mein pakad liye. Ab woh uska sar khud chala raha tha, neeche, aur neeche, uske gale tak. "Haan... aise hi... poora le... meri bahu poora leti hai..." Uski kamar upar uthne lagi, uske munh mein dhakke maarne lagi. Vaishali ki aankhon se kaajal ki kaali dhaar gaalon par beh nikli. Use saans lene mein dikkat ho rahi thi, lekin usne roka nahi. Bas uski jaanghon ko kas ke pakad liya aur munh khula rakha. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uske haath mein.



Usne mehsoos kiya ki uske munh mein lund aur sakht ho gaya hai, aur bhi phool gaya hai. Nasein uski jeebh par dhadak rahi thi. Vikram ki saansein tooti hui ho gayi.
"Meera... main aa raha hoon..."
Vaishali ne turant peeche hatne ki koshish ki. Usne apna sar khinchna chaha, haath se uski jaangh dhakeli. Lekin Vikram ki mutthi uske baalon mein loha ban gayi. Usne uska sar wahin dabaa kar rakha, lund aadha uske munh mein, aur dheemi, hukm deti aawaz mein kaha, "Nahi. Hatna mat." Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Aur agle hi pal woh uske munh mein phat pada.
Pehli garam, gaadhi pichkaari seedhi uski jeebh ke peeche, gale par lagi. Phir doosri. Phir teesri. Vaishali ki aankhein phat gayi. Uska munh bharne laga, garam, chipchipa, namkeen, tez swaad, aur woh ab bhi aa raha tha, har jhatke ke saath. Uske honthon ke kone se ek safed dhaar beh kar thodi tak aa gayi. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Jab aakhri jhatka ruka, Vikram ne lund dheere se bahar nikaala, lekin uske baal nahi chhode. Usne uska chehra upar kiya, apni taraf. Vaishali ka munh bhara hua tha, gaal phoole hue, aankhon mein paani aur kaajal, aur woh uski taraf dekh rahi thi, poochti hui nazron se, ki ab kya kare. Usne halka sa sar bathroom ki taraf ghumaaya. Usne socha, usne dekha.
"Nahi," Vikram ne dheere se kaha. Usne apna angootha uski thodi par rakha aur use upar uthaaya. "Nigal jaao, Meera."
Vaishali ki aankhein ek pal ke liye uski aankhon mein atki rahi. Usmein na gussa tha, na pyaar. Bas ek maalik ki shaant, pakki maang thi, jaise use pata ho ki yeh hoga hi. Ek bull ki tarah jo apni cheez par muhar laga raha ho. Tum meri ho. Andar se bhi. Usne socha, uski moan.
Aur Vaishali ne aankhein band ki, aur nigal liya.
Garam, gaadha, uske gale se neeche utarta hua. Ek baar. Phir doosri baar, baaki bacha hua. Uska gala kaanpa. Jab usne aankhein kholi, Vikram ne apne angoothe se uski thodi par beh rahi safed boond ponchhi aur use wapas uske honthon par rakh di. Vaishali ne bina soche uske angoothe ko honthon mein le kar chaat liya. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram ki aankhon mein jeet ki chamak thi. "Good girl," usne kaha, aur uske baal chhod diye. "Ab tumhare andar bhi main hoon."
Vaishali wahin farsh par baithi rahi, haanfti hui, honth soojhe hue aur chamakte hue, gale mein abhi bhi uska swaad. Use sharm aa rahi thi. Bahut. Lekin uski panty poori tarah bheegi hui thi, aur uski choot itni zor se dhadak rahi thi ki use dard ho raha tha. Usne socha, uski panty. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Vikram ne use upar kheench kar apne seene par lita liya, uske nange kandhe par haath pherte hue bola, "Bhaiya ko bolna, unki behen ne aaj apne pati ka bahut khayal rakha." Aur woh hansa. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vaishali ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas uske seene par sar rakhe chhat ko dekhti rahi. Do minute mein Vikram ki saansein gehri ho gayi aur woh so gaya.
Vaishali dheere se uthi. Usne saree theek ki, apne honth haath se ponchhe, aur bathroom mein jaakar munh dhoya. Aaine mein uska chehra laal tha, honth soojhe hue, kaajal phaila hua. Usne apne aap ko der tak dekha. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Waapas aakar jab woh bed par leti, toh usne phone uthaaya. Ramesh ke dono message ab bhi wahin the. Khush raho. Bahut sundar lag rahi thi. Usne unhe padha, phir dobara padha. Uski ungli reply ke box par ruki. Kuch likhne ki koshish ki, mita diya. Phir likha, phir mita diya. Aakhir mein usne kuch nahi bheja, sirf message ko 'seen' karke phone band kar diya. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Deewar ke us paar se ek halki si aawaz aayi. Jaise kisi ne karwat badli ho. Phir ek lambi, thaki hui saans.
Vaishali ki aankhein us deewar par tik gayi. Use pata tha woh jaag raha hai. Use pata tha usne choodiyon ki khankhanahat suni hogi, Vikram ki aawaz suni hogi, uska naam suna hoga, Meera. Ek pal ke liye uska man kiya ki uth kar jaaye, darwaza khatkhataye, aur bas uske paas baith jaaye, jaise jab woh chhota tha aur raat ko darr jaata tha. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, uski panty.
Lekin woh nahi uthi. Usne bas apni hatheli us thandi deewar par rakh di, aur dheere se, honth hilaaye bina, kaha, So ja beta.
Deewar ke us paar, Arjun andhere mein aankhein khole pada tha. Uske phone par 2:14 ka time chamak raha tha. Aur uski ungliyan, bina uske chaahe, bilkul usi jagah deewar par tiki thi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Kal gathbandhan ki pooja thi.