Misc. Erotica सुपरस्टीशन

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Dusre din subah Babaji kamre mein baithe chai pi rahe the. Unke chehre par ek santusht, shaitani muskurahat thi.

"Chaara phenk diya tha… aur Richa ne use chug bhi liya hai. Ab dekhte hain aaj raat kya karti hai wo."
 
Unke mann mein Richa ki chhoti-si gudaaz chuchiyan, bheegi t-shirt se ubhre nipple aur kal raat uski sharmati hui nazrein ghoom rahi thin. Lekin aaj raat ka intezaar bhi kam romaanchak nahi tha.
 
Aaj raat Pooja aa rahi thi… aur Babaji ne uske liye ek khaas surprise taiyaar kiya tha.
 
Shaam hote-hote Babaji mandir ka kaam nipatkar bazaar ki taraf nikal pade. Waise to mandir mein chadhaava aur bhakton ke daan se unka sab kaam chal jaata tha, lekin kuch khaas saamaan ke liye unhe khud jaana padta tha.
 
We seedhe Irfan ki kirana dukaan par pahunche.
 
"Irfan bhai… aata, chawal, thode masale aur… wo wali sooji de do."
 
Dukaandaar Irfan ka chehra aaj udaas aur pareshaan dikh raha tha. Babaji ne turant bhaanp liya.
 
"Are Irfan bhai… kya baat hai? Tum aaj kuch zyada hi udaas lag rahe ho. Sab theek to hai na?"
 
Irfan ne gehri saans li aur dukh bhare swar mein bola,
 
"Kya kahun Babaji ji… meri kismat hi kharab hai. Aap to jaante hain meri beti Noori ka… pichhle saal hi nikaah hua tha. Wo aksar apne pati se ladkar yahan aa jaati hai. Kal raat bhi wahi hua. Pichhle ek saal mein chhathi baar hai. Main use samjha-bujhakar wapas bhejta raha hun, lekin is baar wo bilkul mana kar rahi hai. Kehti hai ki wo uske laayak nahi hai. Ab aap hi bataiye… main kya karun?"
 
Noori ka naam sunte hi Babaji ke shaitani dimaag mein ek aur chingari si jal uthi. Ek aur shikaar uske lund ke liye.
 
Noori… gori, naazuk, bhar-bhari, badi-badi aankhon wali. Poori tarah '. husn ki misaal. Jab bhi wo dukaan par aati thi, Babaji se khoob guppen maarti thi. Hanste waqt uske gaalon par gaddhe padte the aur chhaati ka ubhaar saaf dikhta tha. Crafted by Maitri Patel.
 
Babaji kuch pal chup rahe, phir bole,
 
"Dekho Irfan bhai… waise toh gharailu mamlon mein mera bolna theek nahi, lekin agar tum chaaho toh main Noori se baat kar sakta hoon. Shayad wo mujh jaise baahari aadmi se apne dil ki baat kholkar keh de. Aur sambhav hai ki uski koi aisi baat bahar aaye aur humein koi raasta mil jaaye." Irfan ke chehre par raahat chha gayi.
 
"Babaji ji, agar aap baat kar lein toh bahut meherbani hogi. Wo apni Ammi ke inteqal ke baad mujhse kuch khulkar baat nahi karti. Aapse shayad bol de. Aap use samjhaiye… ya jo bhi samasya hai, uska pata lagaiye. Aapki baat sahi hai, agar wah aisa kuch bolti hai jis se humein aage ka raasta dikh jaaye aur uska ghar bas jaaye."
 
Babaji ne andar hi andar muskurate hue sir hilaya.
 
"Theek hai… kal shaam ko use mere paas bhej do. Main usse akele mein baat kar loonga. Insha ,.', sab theek ho jaayega." Aur mann hi mann budbudaya; "Teri yeh mast maal jaisi beti ko bhej dena, mera yeh lund teri beti ki sab samasyaon ka samadhan kar dega. Ek baar teri yeh beti mere lund se khel legi toh samajh ki teri yeh beti ki choot uski poori zindagi ke liye meri choot ban jaayegi aur uski gaand bhi."
 
Irfan ne shukriya ada kiya aur saamaan pack karne laga.
 
Babaji saamaan lekar wapas laut rahe the, lekin unke dimaag mein ab teen naam ghoom rahe the - Pooja, Richa, Mayuri aur Noori. Sahlekhika Sauni Patel.
 
Charon alag-alag umar, alag-alag swaad… lekin ek hi bhookh. Mere lund ko tasalli aur mujhe chain aur kya chahiye.
 
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Crafted by Maitri Patel.