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Us ek ishaare ne Meera ke andar kuch pighla diya. Jo aadmi bahar poore floor ka maalik tha, woh yahan uski ek haan ka intezaar kar raha tha, aur Meera ke andar woh jaani pehchaani garmi uthi jo har baar uthti thi jab woh use is tarah tadapta dekhti thi. Usne uske kaan ke paas jhuk ke apne honthon se uski lau ko chhuaa aur phusphusaaya, "Haath wahin rakhna. Aaj sab main karungi, tum bas baithe raho aur aawaaz mat nikaalna, warna sach mein koi aa jaayega."

Vikram ki saans jaise ek pal ko ruk gayi.

Meera ne uske honth choome, gehra aur lamba, apni zubaan uske munh mein utaar ke, aur phir khud apne blouse ke aage ke hooks ek ek kar ke khole. Jaise hi aakhri hook khula, uske dono gore, bhaari boobs bahar jhool gaye, nipples pehle se sakht aur bhoore. Usne Vikram ka haath kursi ke hatthe se uthaya aur khud apne seene par rakh diya. "Bas yeh ek chhoot hai," usne muskura ke kaha, "inhe pyaar kar sakte ho."

Vikram ne ek ko munh mein le liya aur gehra, lamba choosne laga, aur doosre ko ungliyon mein le ke masalne laga, nipple ko angoothe aur ungli ke beech ghumaate hue. Meera ka sar peeche gir gaya. "Mmmhh… dheere… in dinon bahut sensitive hote hain…" Usne kuch der use apne seene se lagaaye rakha, phir uske baal pakad ke uska chehra peeche kiya aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue dheere se uski god se utar gayi.

Woh uske saamne ghutno ke bal baith gayi, mez aur kursi ke beech, uska khula blouse dono taraf latka hua aur nange boobs har saans ke saath upar neeche hote hue. Usne Vikram ki belt khud kholi, bina jaldi kiye, ek ek cheez aise jaise koi tohfa khol rahi ho, aur poore waqt uski aankhon se nazar nahi hataayi. Button khula, zip dheere dheere neeche aayi, aur jab usne underwear neeche kheencha toh uska lund jhatke se bahar aa ke uske chehre ke saamne khada ho gaya, lamba, mota, nason se bhara, garam, aur sire par ek chamakti boond. Meera ne use apni hatheli mein liya aur do teen baar dheere se upar neeche sehlaaya, jaise kisi purane dost ka haal pooch rahi ho. "Dekho toh," usne sharaarat se kaha, "subah se mera intezaar kar raha tha na? Isiliye phone par itne pyaar se baat kar rahe the kal."

"Meera…" Vikram ki aawaaz bhaari ho gayi.

"Shhh," usne kaha, "aawaaz nahi."

Usne pehle use munh mein nahi liya. Woh jaanti thi ki Vikram ko intezaar karwaana use sabse zyada paagal karta hai. Usne apne gulaabi honth uske sire par rakhe aur sirf halka sa chooma, phir uski poori lambaai par neeche ki taraf chhote chhote, geele chumban diye, jad tak, aur wahan se apni naak uske tatton par halke se ragdi. Phir usne apni zubaan nikaali aur jad se sire tak ek lambi, dheemi lakeer kheenchi, ruk ruk ke, aur sire par pahunch ke us chamakti boond ko zubaan ki nok se utha liya aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue apne honth chaate. Vikram ke gale se ek dabi hui "aaahh" nikli aur kursi ke hatthe uski mutthiyon mein charcharaaye.

"Wahan," usne apni zubaan ki nok sire ke theek neeche us naram jagah par rakhi jahan woh jaanti thi ki uska sabse kamzor hissa hai, "yahi pasand hai na tumhe?" Aur usne wahan zubaan ko chhote chhote gol chakkaron mein ghumaaya, kabhi tez, kabhi itna dheere ki Vikram ki jaanghen kaanp jaati. Vikram ka sar peeche gir gaya aur usne daant bheench liye.

Phir usne sire ko apne honthon mein liya, sirf sire ko, aur halke se choosa, jaise koi toffee choos rahi ho, uske gaal andar ki taraf dabe hue. Uski lipstick uske lund par gulaabi chhalla chhod gayi. Usne honth kas ke dheere dheere neeche sarkaaye, aadha andar, aur wahan ruk ke apni zubaan neeche ki moti nas par dabaa ke ragdi, aur phir utni hi dheemi raftaar se wapas upar aayi, aur ek geeli "pop" ki aawaaz ke saath munh se nikaal diya. "Abhi toh shuru bhi nahi kiya," usne muskura ke kaha, "aur tumhari haalat dekho."

Usne apna haath jad par kasa aur is baar rhythm pakda. Uska sar ek dheemi, gehri lay mein aage peeche hone laga, har baar thoda aur andar, aur uska haath uske honthon ke peeche peeche ghoomta raha, upar aate waqt halka sa marodta hua. Uske munh mein laar bhar aayi aur woh use rokne ki koshish bhi nahi kar rahi thi; ek chamakti dhaar uski thodi se tapak ke uske nange boob par giri aur mangalsutra ke paas se beh gayi. Beech beech mein woh munh se nikaal ke use apne gaalon par, apne honthon par ragadti, phir apne dono boobs ke beech rakh ke unhe dabaati aur do teen baar upar neeche ragadti, aur har baar jab sira upar aata, use apni zubaan se chaat leti. Vikram ne apna vaada bhool ke uska ek boob pakad liya aur zor se masla, aur Meera ki dabi hui "mmmhh" uske lund par kaanp gayi.

"Haath," usne jhoothi naraazgi se kaha aur uski kalaai ko wapas kursi ke hatthe par rakh diya. "Bola tha na."

"Tu jaan legi meri," Vikram ne haanfte hue kaha.

"Jaan nahi," usne kaha, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue sire par ek aakhri lambi chaat dete hue, "sirf thoda sa sabr," aur phir use poora apne munh mein utaar liya, itna gehra ki uski naak uske pet se chhoo gayi, aur wahin ruki rahi.

Tabhi darwaze par khatkhat hui.

Meera ne usi pal munh hataaya aur ek hi jhatke mein mez ke neeche ke andhere, band hisse mein poori tarah sarak gayi, peeche ki lakdi se peeth chipka ke, ghutne seene se laga ke, nazar se bilkul bahar. Vikram ne kursi ko jhatke se mez ke andar kheencha aur seedha ho ke baith gaya. Bahar se Arjun ki aawaaz aayi, "Sir? Woh vendor wali file ready hai, aapne lunch se pehle maangi thi."



Vikram ne mez ke kinaare lage remote button se darwaze ka lock khola aur bola, "Aa jao," aawaaz bilkul waisi jaisi har roz kisi meeting mein hoti thi.

Mez ke neeche Meera ne apna munh dono haathon se dabaa liya. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek baat chal rahi thi, ki ek kangan bhi khanak gaya toh sab khatam.

Arjun andar aaya aur file aage badhaayi. Phir cabin mein nazar ghumaayi. "Bhaiya… bhabhi abhi andar thi na? Kahan gayi?"

Vikram ne file kholi aur panne palatte hue, bina nazar uthaaye, kaha, "Washroom mein hai. Mera private wala. Khaana khaate hi thoda ajeeb lag raha tha use, keh rahi thi ji ghabra raha hai."

Arjun ne kone ke band darwaze ki taraf dekha aur dheere se sir hilaaya. "Achha. Isme teen jagah aapke sign chahiye, maine flag laga diye hain."

"Dekh leta hoon. Tu ja, lunch kar le."

"Ji, sir."

Arjun bahar chala gaya. Darwaza band hua, aur Vikram ne button daba ke phir se lock laga diya, jiski halki si "klik" cabin mein goonji.

Mez ke neeche Meera ne pehli baar saans chhodi, ek lambi, kaanpti saans, aur uske poore jism mein bijli ki tarah ek lehar daud gayi. Dar, rahat, aur bach nikalne ka woh tez nasha, sab ek saath. Vikram ne ek pal ke liye bhi apni aawaaz nahi kaanpne di thi; is aadmi ne use bacha liya tha.

Vikram ne kursi peeche khiskaayi aur mez ke neeche jhuk ke dekha. Meera wahan dubki baithi thi, aankhen badi badi, kaajal phaila hua, gaal laal, aur khula blouse seene par dabaaya hua. Usne uski thodi pakdi. "Dar gayi thi?"

Meera ne sir hilaaya aur phir achanak hans padi, ek dabi hui, kaanpti hansi, aur haathon se munh dhak liya. "Paagal ho tum. Maine kaha tha na koi aa jaayega. Mera dil abhi bhi bahar aa raha hai."

"Main tha na," Vikram ne kaha. "Ab bol, ruk jaun?"

Meera ne uski aankhon mein dekha, aur jawab mein mez ke neeche se sarak ke bahar aayi, uske ghutno ke beech baith gayi aur uski jaanghon par apne dono haath rakh diye. "Ab haath kursi par rakhne ki zaroorat nahi," usne dheemi, garam aawaaz mein kaha. "Jo karna hai karo."

Vikram ne uske baal mutthi mein lapete aur use apni taraf kheencha, aur Meera ne bina ek pal ruke use seedha munh mein le liya. Ab koi khel nahi tha, koi chhedna nahi, koi dheemi lay nahi. Uski nason mein jo adrenaline daud raha tha, pakde jaane ke dar se bach nikalne ka jo nasha tha, aur Vikram ki woh bekhauf aawaaz jo use ab bhi kaanon mein sunaayi de rahi thi, woh sab ek bhookh ban gaya. Woh use poori shiddat se choosne lagi, honth kas ke, gaal andar dabaa ke, sar tezi se aage peeche karte hue, apni zubaan ko neeche ki moti nas par har baar ragadte hue, aur uska haath jad par ghoomta raha.

"Aaahh… Meera… haan… aise hi…" Vikram ka sar kursi ke peeche gir gaya aur uska doosra haath bhi uske baalon mein aa gaya.

Usne uska sar neeche dabaya, aur Meera ne bina roke use apne gale tak le liya. Woh jaanti thi ki use yeh kitna pasand hai. Usne saans roki, gale ko dheela kiya, aur aur neeche gayi, jab tak uske honth jad ko na chhoo gaye, aur wahin rukke apne gale se use halke se dabaaya. Uski aankhon se paani beh nikla aur kaajal gaalon par lakeer bana ke utar aaya. Phir woh dheere se peeche aayi, haanfti hui, ek moti laar ki dori uske honthon se sire tak khinchi rahi, aur usne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue phir se poora andar le liya. "Gluk… mmhh… gluk…" ki geeli, dabi aawaazein cabin mein bhar gayi, aur uski laar uske lund se beh ke jad tak aur wahan se uske nange boobs par tapak rahi thi. Doosre haath se woh uske tatte sehla rahi thi, halke se dabaati hui, jaisa woh jaanti thi ki use achha lagta hai.

Vikram ne neeche dekha. Uski biwi, pehli baar uske office mein, gulaabi shiffon aadhi khuli, blouse dono taraf latka hua, bhaari boobs har jhatke ke saath hilte hue, mangalsutra unke beech jhoolta hua, kaajal bikhra hua, aur uske gulaabi honth uske lund par kase hue, upar se uski aankhon mein dekhti hui. Usne neeche haath le ja ke uska ek boob zor se dabaya aur nipple ko ungliyon mein masla, aur Meera ki siskari uske lund par kaanp gayi.

"Tujhe pata hai tu kya hai?" usne haanfte hue kaha. "Tu sirf meri hai. Yeh honth, yeh munh, yeh boobs, sab mere. Bol."

Meera ne lund munh se nikaala, use apne gaal se lagaaya aur haath se tez tez sehlaate hue haanfte hue kaha, "Tumhari hoon. Sirf tumhari. Aur tum mere ho, yeh bhi yaad rakhna." Phir usne sire ko apne honthon mein liya, zubaan se tez tez ghumaaya, aur phir dobara poora andar le liya, pehle se bhi zyada bhookh se.

Vikram ki saansein toot rahi thi. Usne uske baal dono haathon mein pakde aur uska sar khud aage peeche karne laga, pehle dheere, phir tez, aur Meera ne khud ko poori tarah uske haathon mein chhod diya, honth kas ke, zubaan dabaa ke, har dhakke ko gale tak lete hue, apne haath uski jaanghon par gaadhe hue. Cabin mein sirf geeli aawaazein aur Vikram ki bhaari saansein thi, aur frosted glass ke us paar office ki dhundhli chahal pahal, jo kabhi bhi phir se darwaza khatkhata sakti thi, aur us khatre ke khayaal ne Meera ke poore jism mein ek aur garam lehar daud di. Usne apni raftaar aur badha di.

"Meera… main… aa raha hoon…" Vikram ne dabi aawaaz mein kaha. "Munh mat hataana."

Meera ne nahi hataaya. Usne honth aur kas liye, sire ko apni zubaan par tikaaya aur haath se jad ko tez tez sehlaati rahi, uski aankhon mein dekhti hui, aur agle hi pal Vikram ka poora jism akad gaya, uske gale se ek lambi, ghuti hui gurraahat nikli, aur uska lund uske munh mein jhatke maarne laga. Garam, gaadha, namkeen ras uski zubaan par aur gale mein bharne laga, ek ke baad ek dhaar. Meera ne aankhen band kar li aur use dheere dheere nigalti rahi, har jhatke ke saath halke se choosti hui, jaise ek ek boond nichod lena chahti ho, aur thoda sa uske honthon ke kone se nikal ke uski thodi par beh aaya. Jab aakhri jhatka bhi ruk gaya aur Vikram kaanpne laga, tab usne bahut dheere se use munh se chhoda, sire ko ek aakhri baar chooma, aur ungli se apni thodi saaf kar ke use apne honthon mein le liya, poore waqt uski aankhon mein dekhte hue.

Vikram kursi par dheela pad gaya, jaise abhi daud ke aaya ho. Usne Meera ko upar kheench ke god mein baithaya aur uske geele honthon ko choom liya. "Tu har baar pehle se zyada khatarnaak ho jaati hai," usne uske kaan mein kaha.

Meera ne muskura ke uske kandhe mein munh chhupa liya. "Aur tum har baar pehle se zyada besharam. Office mein bhi!"

"Kisko pata chalega, paagal," Vikram hansa aur uske nange boob ko pyaar se ek baar aur dabaaya. "Aur ab se har hafte lunch le ke aayegi."

Washroom mein jaa ke Meera ne aaine mein dekha toh ek pal ko khud ko pehchaan nahi paayi. Lipstick phail gayi thi, kaajal dhundhla tha aur baal ulajh ke ek taraf chipak gaye the. Usne munh dhoya, kulla kiya, blouse aur pallu theek kiye. Lipstick dobara lagaayi, lekin honth ab bhi soojhe the aur gaal ab bhi laal.

Bahar aayi toh Vikram file par sign kar raha tha jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Usne use upar se neeche dekha aur muskuraya. "Ab ghar ja aur aaraam kar. Shaam ko jaldi aaunga."

Meera ne tiffin samet ke bag mein rakha, uske gaal par ek chhota chumban diya aur bahar aayi. Use laga ki sab ki nazrein uske soojhe honthon aur ulajhe baalon par tiki hain. Usne sir seedha rakha aur chalti rahi.

Arjun ke cubicle ke paas pahunchte hi Arjun khada ho gaya. "Aap theek ho?" usne dheere se poocha. "Bhaiya bol rahe the aapka ji ghabra raha tha."

Meera ka dil ek pal ko ruka, aur phir ek gehri, bhaari sharm uske seene mein utar aayi, ek maa ki sharm jo apne bete ki aankhon mein fikr dekh rahi thi aur jaanti thi ki uske jawab mein sirf jhooth hai. Usne chehre par ek thaki hui muskaan laayi. "Haan, thodi tabiyat kharab thi. Vomiting vagera ho gayi thi, toh fresh hone gayi thi. Ab theek hoon."

Phir, bina soche, usne woh kiya jo woh bachpan se karti aayi thi. Usne apna haath uthaya aur Arjun ke sir par rakh diya, uske baal halke se sehlaaye jaise use college bhejte waqt karti thi. "Achhe se kaam karna," usne narmi se kaha. "Tumhara future sudhar jayega."



Arjun ek pal ko wahin jam gaya. Kitne mahino baad usne apne sir par woh haath mehsoos kiya tha. Uske andar ek chhoti si, bachchon jaisi khushi uthi, ki maa ne usse kuch achha kaha, ki maa ko ab bhi uski fikr hai, aur usi khushi ke saath ek tees bhi uthi, kyunki yeh haath ab "bhabhi" ka haath tha, aur aas paas ke cubicle wale ise ek bua ka pyaar samajh ke muskura rahe the. "Ji… thank you," usne bas itna kaha, aur Meera haath hata ke aage badh gayi.

Lift ke band darwaze ke peeche, akeli, Meera ne deewar se peeth tika di aur aankhen band kar li. Arjun ki woh fikr bhari aankhen ek pal ko uske dimaag mein aayi aur kaanta sa chubha gayi, aur usne us khayaal ko zor se jhatak diya, kyunki uske paas us dard ka koi jawab nahi tha. Phir uske dimaag mein sirf Vikram tha. Uski shaant aawaaz, "Main tha na," uske haath jo kursi ke hatthon par ruk ke uski haan ka intezaar kar rahe the, aur woh gurraahat. Uske honthon par ab bhi uska swaad tha. Uski jaanghon ke beech ek geeli, dhadakti garmi thi jo period ke dard se bilkul alag thi, aur usne jaanghein aapas mein daba li. Usne ungliyon se apne soojhe honth chhuye aur akeli hi muskura di. Abhi teen din aur baaki the, aur Vikram bhoolne wala nahi tha, aur pehli baar Meera ko yeh baat dar nahi, intezaar jaisi lagi.


Agli subah Meera ki aankh saat baje khuli aur pehli cheez jo usne mehsoos ki woh Vikram ka bhaari haath tha, jo neend mein bhi uski kamar par aise pada tha jaise use kahin jaane hi na dena ho. Nashte par Vikram ne hanste hue shikaayat ki thi ki office ki canteen ka khaana kha kha ke uska pet kharaab ho gaya hai, aur usi pal Meera ne chupke se tay kar liya tha ki aaj woh uske liye apne haathon se lunch banayegi aur khud le ke jaayegi. Shaadi ko itne din ho gaye the, lekin usne aaj tak Vikram ka office dekha tak nahi tha, aur aaj pehli baar woh us duniya mein qadam rakhne wali thi jahan uska pati raja tha.

Usne Vikram ki pasand ka bhindi masala aur dal makhani banaayi aur teen dabbon wala tiffin saja ke rakha. Saadhe baarah baje woh aaine ke saamne khadi thi, haath mein woh saree jo Vikram ne pichle hafte Bandra ki ek boutique se khud chun ke li thi aur jise usne ab tak pehna nahi tha. Halke gulaabi rang ki itni patli shiffon ki roshni mein aar-paar dikhti thi, aur saath ka blouse sleeveless tha, peeche se gehra kata hua aur sirf ek patli dori se bandha, aage se itna tight ki uske bhaari boobs ki golai saaf ubhar rahi thi. Usne saree naabhi se do ungli neeche baandhi, pallu ko patla kar ke kandhe par pin kiya taaki gori kamar khuli rahe, baal khule chhode, honthon par gehri gulaabi lipstick lagaayi aur gale mein Vikram ka patla mangalsutra pehna. Vaishali aisi saree pehen ke kabhi sabzi lene bhi nahi jaati thi, lekin Meera ko ab sharm nahi aati thi; fikr bas itni thi ki Vikram ke office ke log use dekh ke kya sochenge.

Taxi jab Andheri–Bandra ke us business hub mein ek oonchi, poori tarah sheeshe se dhaki building ke saamne ruki, toh Meera kuch pal tak bas upar dekhti rahi. Toh yahan baithta hai mera pati, usne socha, aur seene mein ek ajeeb sa garv aur ghabraahat ek saath utha.

Jab lift khuli aur usne glass ka bada sa darwaza dhakel ke andar qadam rakha, toh ek pal ke liye uske qadam ruk gaye. Saamne ek khula, ujla floor tha, qataar mein lage cubicles aur deewar par bade aksharon mein Vikram ki company ka logo. Yeh sab uska tha. Reception wali ladki ne nazar uthaayi, ek pal ko hairaan hui, aur phir jaldi se khadi ho gayi. "Ji ma'am, kisse milna hai?"

"Vikram se," Meera ne kaha, aur phir aawaaz ko thoda sambhaal ke joda, "main unki wife hoon. Pehli baar aayi hoon, unhe bataaya nahi hai."

Ladki ki aankhen phail gayi aur uski muskaan achanak bahut chaudi ho gayi. "Oh my God, ma'am, aap! Sir ne bataaya tha ki shaadi hui hai, par humne kabhi dekha nahi tha. Please, aaiye, sir apne cabin mein hain." Jaise jaise Meera floor ke beech se guzri, keyboard ki aawaazein ek ek kar ke dheemi padti gayi. Do ladkiyan aapas mein phusphusa ke muskuraayi, "yahi hain boss ki wife", aur pantry ke paas khade peon ne jaldi se sir jhuka ke "Namaste bhabhi ji" kaha. Meera ke gaal halke garam ho gaye, lekin usne kandhe seedhe rakhe, sab ko ek narm, aatmavishwaas bhari muskaan di aur tiffin ka bag jhulaate hue chalti rahi.

Arjun apne cubicle mein ek Excel sheet par jhuka tha jab usne woh achanak ki khaamoshi mehsoos ki aur sir uthaya. Ek pal ke liye use samajh hi nahi aaya ki woh kise dekh raha hai. Gulaabi shiffon, khule baal, nangi gori baahen, aur woh chehra jise usne zindagi bhar subah ki chai ke saath dekha tha, yahan uske office mein. Uske gale mein kuch atak gaya. Meera bhi use dekh ke ek pal ko ruki, jaise use bhi abhi yaad aaya ho ki uska beta isi floor par baithta hai, aur phir halke se boli, "Lunch kiya tumne?"

Arjun itni jaldi khada hua ki uski kursi peeche deewar se takra gayi. "Haan… nahi… abhi karunga, bhabhi." Meera ka haath ek maa ki purani aadat se uske baalon ki taraf uthne ko hua, lekin usne use roka, sir hilaaya aur reception wali ladki ke peeche aage badh gayi. Arjun der tak screen ghoorta raha. Yeh sab usne kiya tha. Uski maa aaj pehli baar is office mein aayi thi aur sab ke liye "bhabhi ji" thi, aur woh khud is jhooth ka sabse chhota aur sabse bada gawaah tha.

Vikram ka cabin floor ke kone mein tha, frosted glass ki deewaron wala, jinke andar ki parchhaiyan bahar se dhundhli dikhti thi. Ladki ne darwaza khatkhataaya, andar jhaank ke kaha, "Sir, aapse koi milne aaya hai," aur muskuraate hue ek taraf hat gayi. Vikram phone par tha, lekin Meera ko darwaze mein dekhte hi uska vaakya beech mein toot gaya, aur usne "baad mein call karta hoon" keh ke phone rakh diya.

"Thank you, Neha," usne reception wali ladki se kaha, aur jaise hi woh gayi, woh kursi se utha, Meera ke peeche jaa ke darwaze ko lock kiya aur deewar ke button se blinds bhi neeche kar diye. "Tu yahan? Bina bataaye?"

"Surprise," Meera ne tiffin dikhaate hue kaha. "Tumne subah kaha tha na ki canteen ka khaana bekaar hai. Aaj tumhari biwi ne apne haathon se banaya hai." Phir usne cabin mein nazar ghumaayi, aur uski aawaaz mein ek bachchon jaisi hairaani aa gayi. "Itna bada hai tumhara cabin? Mujhe toh laga tha chhota sa office hoga."

Cabin sach mein bada tha: kaale chamde ka sofa, beech mein ek bhaari, chaudi lakdi ki mez jiska neeche ka hissa saamne se poora band tha, aur kone mein ek chhota sa darwaza. Meera ne us darwaze ki taraf ishaara kiya. "Woh kya hai?"

"Mera private washroom," Vikram ne garv se kaha, uske paas aate hue. "Aur yeh mez, yeh kursi, yeh poora floor, sab mera. Aur aaj pehli baar meri malkin yahan aayi hai."

Meera ne mez ke kone par tiffin khola, aur Vikram ne kursi par baith ke use kamar se pakad ke apni god mein kheench liya. Usne roti ka ek tukda toda, dal mein duboya aur uske munh tak le gayi. Vikram ne nivaale ke saath uski ungliyan bhi honthon mein daba li aur dheere se choos li, poore waqt uski aankhon mein dekhte hue. Meera ke badan mein ek sihran daud gayi. "Khaana khaao, ungliyan nahi."

"Dono hi swaad hain," Vikram ne kaha, aur ek nivaala use khilaaya, aur phir apna angootha uske nichle honth par rakh ke dheere se phiraaya, lipstick ko thoda sa phaila diya. Vikram uski nangi kamar par hatheli ghumaata raha, aur Meera ko mehsoos hota raha ki uski jaangh ke neeche uska lund dheere dheere sakht hota jaa raha hai.

Phir Vikram ne tiffin ka dhakkan band kar ke door khiska diya aur uska chehra apne haathon mein le ke choom liya. Shuru mein woh kiss dheemi thi, ghee aur dal ke swaad wali, lekin pal bhar mein gehri ho gayi. Usne uska nichla honth apne honthon mein le ke choosa aur phir apni zubaan uske munh mein utaar di. Meera ne kuch der uska saath diya, uski zubaan ko apni zubaan se chhuaa, aur phir uske seene par haath rakh ke use halka sa peeche dhakela.

"Vikram… koi aa jaayega," usne phusphusaaya, uski saansein pehle hi tez ho chuki thi. "Mat karo na… yeh tumhara office hai… ruko na."

"Darwaza lock hai," Vikram ne uski gardan par honth rakhte hue kaha, aur wahan se kaan tak dheere dheere choomte hue upar gaya. "Aur blinds neeche hain. Kisi ki himmat nahi hai bina pooche andar aane ki."

Uska ek haath pallu ke andar ghus gaya aur blouse ke upar se uske bhaari boob ko apni hatheli mein bhar ke dabaaya. Meera ki kamar uski god mein mud gayi aur uske munh se ek dabi hui "aah" nikal gayi, lekin usne uski kalaai pakad li. "Vikram, sach mein… ruko… pehli baar aayi hoon yahan, sab bahar baithe hain, kya sochenge…"

"Sochne de," usne kaha, aur uska pallu kandhe se khol ke neeche gira diya. Gulaabi shiffon uski god mein dher ho gaya aur ab tight blouse mein kase uske boobs uske saamne the, unke beech mangalsutra chamak raha tha. Vikram ne apna chehra us ghaati mein ghusa diya aur naram, khushboodaar chamdi ko choomne laga, kabhi zubaan se chaatta, kabhi halke daanton se kaatta. Meera ki ungliyan uske baalon mein ghus gayi, aadhi use rokne ke liye, aadhi paas kheenchne ke liye.

"Vikram… suno na," usne haanfte hue kaha, aur is baar uski aawaaz mein sachchi minnat thi. "Mere periods chal rahe hain… tum jaante ho… ruk jao na, please."

Vikram ruka. Usne apna chehra uthaya aur uski aankhon mein dekha, aur uski apni aankhon mein aisi bhookh thi jo Meera ne pehle kabhi itni nangi nahi dekhi thi. Usne uske maathe se apna maatha tika ke kharaash bhari aawaaz mein kaha, "Theek hai. Neeche kuch nahi karunga, waada. Lekin Meera, main pagal ho raha hoon. Mujhe tere in khoobsurat honthon ka, tere is munh ka maza lene de." Usne apna angootha uske soojhte honthon par phiraaya. "Bas itna. Agar tu na bole, toh main ruk jaunga."

Meera ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur uske honthon par ek dheemi, jaankaar muskaan phail gayi, woh muskaan jo sirf ek biwi ke chehre par aati hai jo apne pati ki har kamzori ko achhi tarah jaanti ho. "Office mein bhi tumhe yahi chahiye? Ghar pe roz raat kam padta hai kya?" usne kaha, aur uske seene par halka sa mukka maara. "Besharam. Bahar tumhare saare log baithe hain, aur main pehli baar aayi hoon."

"Toh main chupchaap dal roti khaunga aur shaam tak tadpunga," Vikram ne kaha, aur sach mein apne haath uski kamar se hata ke kursi ke hatthon par rakh diye.

Us ek ishaare ne Meera ke andar kuch pighla diya. Jo aadmi bahar poore floor ka maalik tha, woh yahan uski ek haan ka intezaar kar raha tha, aur Meera ke andar woh jaani pehchaani garmi uthi jo har baar uthti thi jab woh use is tarah tadapta dekhti thi. Usne uske kaan ke paas jhuk ke apne honthon se uski lau ko chhuaa aur phusphusaaya, "Haath wahin rakhna. Aaj sab main karungi, tum bas baithe raho aur aawaaz mat nikaalna, warna sach mein koi aa jaayega."

Vikram ki saans jaise ek pal ko ruk gayi.

Meera ne uske honth choome, gehra aur lamba, apni zubaan uske munh mein utaar ke, aur phir khud apne blouse ke aage ke hooks ek ek kar ke khole. Jaise hi aakhri hook khula, uske dono gore, bhaari boobs bahar jhool gaye, nipples pehle se sakht aur bhoore. Usne Vikram ka haath kursi ke hatthe se uthaya aur khud apne seene par rakh diya. "Bas yeh ek chhoot hai," usne muskura ke kaha, "inhe pyaar kar sakte ho."

Vikram ne ek ko munh mein le liya aur gehra, lamba choosne laga, aur doosre ko ungliyon mein le ke masalne laga, nipple ko angoothe aur ungli ke beech ghumaate hue. Meera ka sar peeche gir gaya. "Mmmhh… dheere… in dinon bahut sensitive hote hain…" Usne kuch der use apne seene se lagaaye rakha, phir uske baal pakad ke uska chehra peeche kiya aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue dheere se uski god se utar gayi.

Woh uske saamne ghutno ke bal baith gayi, mez aur kursi ke beech, uska khula blouse dono taraf latka hua aur nange boobs har saans ke saath upar neeche hote hue. Usne Vikram ki belt khud kholi, bina jaldi kiye, ek ek cheez aise jaise koi tohfa khol rahi ho, aur poore waqt uski aankhon se nazar nahi hataayi. Button khula, zip dheere dheere neeche aayi, aur jab usne underwear neeche kheencha toh uska lund jhatke se bahar aa ke uske chehre ke saamne khada ho gaya, lamba, mota, nason se bhara, garam, aur sire par ek chamakti boond. Meera ne use apni hatheli mein liya aur do teen baar dheere se upar neeche sehlaaya, jaise kisi purane dost ka haal pooch rahi ho. "Dekho toh," usne sharaarat se kaha, "subah se mera intezaar kar raha tha na? Isiliye phone par itne pyaar se baat kar rahe the kal."

"Meera…" Vikram ki aawaaz bhaari ho gayi.

"Shhh," usne kaha, "aawaaz nahi."

Usne pehle use munh mein nahi liya. Woh jaanti thi ki Vikram ko intezaar karwaana use sabse zyada paagal karta hai. Usne apne gulaabi honth uske sire par rakhe aur sirf halka sa chooma, phir uski poori lambaai par neeche ki taraf chhote chhote, geele chumban diye, jad tak, aur wahan se apni naak uske tatton par halke se ragdi. Phir usne apni zubaan nikaali aur jad se sire tak ek lambi, dheemi lakeer kheenchi, ruk ruk ke, aur sire par pahunch ke us chamakti boond ko zubaan ki nok se utha liya aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue apne honth chaate. Vikram ke gale se ek dabi hui "aaahh" nikli aur kursi ke hatthe uski mutthiyon mein charcharaaye.

"Wahan," usne apni zubaan ki nok sire ke theek neeche us naram jagah par rakhi jahan woh jaanti thi ki uska sabse kamzor hissa hai, "yahi pasand hai na tumhe?" Aur usne wahan zubaan ko chhote chhote gol chakkaron mein ghumaaya, kabhi tez, kabhi itna dheere ki Vikram ki jaanghen kaanp jaati. Vikram ka sar peeche gir gaya aur usne daant bheench liye.

Phir usne sire ko apne honthon mein liya, sirf sire ko, aur halke se choosa, jaise koi toffee choos rahi ho, uske gaal andar ki taraf dabe hue. Uski lipstick uske lund par gulaabi chhalla chhod gayi. Usne honth kas ke dheere dheere neeche sarkaaye, aadha andar, aur wahan ruk ke apni zubaan neeche ki moti nas par dabaa ke ragdi, aur phir utni hi dheemi raftaar se wapas upar aayi, aur ek geeli "pop" ki aawaaz ke saath munh se nikaal diya. "Abhi toh shuru bhi nahi kiya," usne muskura ke kaha, "aur tumhari haalat dekho."

Usne apna haath lund par kasa aur is baar rhythm pakda. Uska sar ek dheemi, gehri lay mein aage peeche hone laga, har baar thoda aur andar, aur uska haath uske honthon ke peeche peeche ghoomta raha, upar aate waqt halka sa marodta hua. Uske munh mein laar bhar aayi aur woh use rokne ki koshish bhi nahi kar rahi thi; ek chamakti dhaar uski thodi se tapak ke uske nange boob par giri aur mangalsutra ke paas se beh gayi. Beech beech mein woh munh se nikaal ke use apne gaalon par, apne honthon par ragadti, phir apne dono boobs ke beech rakh ke unhe dabaati aur do teen baar upar neeche ragadti, aur har baar jab sira upar aata, use apni zubaan se chaat leti. Vikram ne apna vaada bhool ke uska ek boob pakad liya aur zor se masla, aur Meera ki dabi hui "mmmhh" uske lund par kaanp gayi.

"Haath," usne jhoothi naraazgi se kaha aur uski kalaai ko wapas kursi ke hatthe par rakh diya. "Bola tha na."

"Tu jaan legi meri," Vikram ne haanfte hue kaha.

"Jaan nahi," usne kaha, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue sire par ek aakhri lambi chaat dete hue, "sirf thoda sa sabr," aur phir use poora apne munh mein utaar liya, itna gehra ki uski naak uske pet se chhoo gayi, aur wahin ruki rahi.

Tabhi darwaze par khatkhat hui.

Meera ne usi pal munh hataaya aur ek hi jhatke mein mez ke neeche ke andhere, band hisse mein poori tarah sarak gayi, peeche ki lakdi se peeth chipka ke, ghutne seene se laga ke, nazar se bilkul bahar. Vikram ne kursi ko jhatke se mez ke andar kheencha aur seedha ho ke baith gaya. Bahar se Arjun ki aawaaz aayi, "Sir? Woh vendor wali file ready hai, aapne lunch se pehle maangi thi."

Vikram ne mez ke kinaare lage remote button se darwaze ka lock khola aur bola, "Aa jao," aawaaz bilkul waisi jaisi har roz kisi meeting mein hoti thi.

Mez ke neeche Meera ne apna munh dono haathon se dabaa liya. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek baat chal rahi thi, ki ek kangan bhi khanak gaya toh sab khatam.

Arjun andar aaya aur file aage badhaayi. Phir cabin mein nazar ghumaayi. "Bhaiya… bhabhi abhi andar thi na? Kahan gayi?"

Vikram ne file kholi aur panne palatte hue, bina nazar uthaaye, kaha, "Washroom mein hai. Mera private wala. Khaana khaate hi thoda ajeeb lag raha tha use, keh rahi thi ji ghabra raha hai."

Arjun ne kone ke band darwaze ki taraf dekha aur dheere se sir hilaaya. "Achha. Isme teen jagah aapke sign chahiye, maine flag laga diye hain."

"Dekh leta hoon. Tu ja, lunch kar le."

"Ji, sir."

Arjun bahar chala gaya. Darwaza band hua, aur Vikram ne button daba ke phir se lock laga diya, jiski halki si "klik" cabin mein goonji.

Mez ke neeche Meera ne pehli baar saans chhodi, ek lambi, kaanpti saans, aur uske poore jism mein bijli ki tarah ek lehar daud gayi. Dar, rahat, aur bach nikalne ka woh tez nasha, sab ek saath. Vikram ne ek pal ke liye bhi apni aawaaz nahi kaanpne di thi; is aadmi ne use bacha liya tha.

Vikram ne kursi peeche khiskaayi aur mez ke neeche jhuk ke dekha. Meera wahan dubki baithi thi, aankhen badi badi, kaajal phaila hua, gaal laal, aur khula blouse seene par dabaaya hua. Usne uski thodi pakdi. "Dar gayi thi?"

Meera ne sir hilaaya aur phir achanak hans padi, ek dabi hui, kaanpti hansi, aur haathon se munh dhak liya. "Paagal ho tum. Maine kaha tha na koi aa jaayega. Mera dil abhi bhi bahar aa raha hai."

"Main tha na," Vikram ne kaha. "Ab bol, ruk jaun?"

Meera ne uski aankhon mein dekha, aur jawab mein mez ke neeche se sarak ke bahar aayi, uske ghutno ke beech baith gayi aur uski jaanghon par apne dono haath rakh diye. "Ab haath kursi par rakhne ki zaroorat nahi," usne dheemi, garam aawaaz mein kaha. "Jo karna hai karo."

Vikram ne uske baal mutthi mein lapete aur use apni taraf kheencha, aur Meera ne bina ek pal ruke use seedha lund munh mein le liya. Ab koi khel nahi tha, koi chhedna nahi, koi dheemi lay nahi. Uski nason mein jo adrenaline daud raha tha, pakde jaane ke dar se bach nikalne ka jo nasha tha, aur Vikram ki woh bekhauf aawaaz jo use ab bhi kaanon mein sunaayi de rahi thi, woh sab ek bhookh ban gaya. Woh use poori shiddat se choosne lagi, honth kas ke, gaal andar dabaa ke, sar tezi se aage peeche karte hue, apni zubaan ko neeche ki moti nas par har baar ragadte hue, aur uska haath jad par ghoomta raha.

"Aaahh… Meera… haan… aise hi…" Vikram ka sar kursi ke peeche gir gaya aur uska doosra haath bhi uske baalon mein aa gaya.

Usne uska sar neeche dabaya, aur Meera ne bina roke lund apne gale tak le liya. Woh jaanti thi ki use yeh kitna pasand hai. Usne saans roki, gale ko dheela kiya, aur aur neeche gayi, jab tak uske honth jad ko na chhoo gaye, aur wahin rukke apne gale se use halke se dabaaya. Uski aankhon se paani beh nikla aur kaajal gaalon par lakeer bana ke utar aaya. Phir woh dheere se peeche aayi, haanfti hui, ek moti laar ki dori uske honthon se sire tak khinchi rahi, aur usne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue phir se poora andar le liya. "Gluk… mmhh… gluk…" ki geeli, dabi aawaazein cabin mein bhar gayi, aur uski laar uske lund se beh ke jad tak aur wahan se uske nange boobs par tapak rahi thi. Doosre haath se woh uske tatte sehla rahi thi, halke se dabaati hui, jaisa woh jaanti thi ki use achha lagta hai.

Vikram ne neeche dekha. Uski biwi, pehli baar uske office mein, gulaabi shiffon aadhi khuli, blouse dono taraf latka hua, bhaari boobs har jhatke ke saath hilte hue, mangalsutra unke beech jhoolta hua, kaajal bikhra hua, aur uske gulaabi honth uske lund par kase hue, upar se uski aankhon mein dekhti hui. Usne neeche haath le ja ke uska ek boob zor se dabaya aur nipple ko ungliyon mein masla, aur Meera ki siskari uske lund par kaanp gayi.

"Tujhe pata hai tu kya hai?" usne haanfte hue kaha. "Tu sirf meri hai. Yeh honth, yeh munh, yeh boobs, sab mere. Bol."

Meera ne lund munh se nikaala, use apne gaal se lagaaya aur haath se tez tez sehlaate hue haanfte hue kaha, "Tumhari hoon. Sirf tumhari. Aur tum mere ho, yeh bhi yaad rakhna." Phir usne sire ko apne honthon mein liya, zubaan se tez tez ghumaaya, aur phir dobara poora andar le liya, pehle se bhi zyada bhookh se.

Vikram ki saansein toot rahi thi. Usne uske baal dono haathon mein pakde aur uska sar khud aage peeche karne laga, pehle dheere, phir tez, aur Meera ne khud ko poori tarah uske haathon mein chhod diya, honth kas ke, zubaan dabaa ke, har dhakke ko gale tak lete hue, apne haath uski jaanghon par gaadhe hue. Cabin mein sirf geeli aawaazein aur Vikram ki bhaari saansein thi, aur frosted glass ke us paar office ki dhundhli chahal pahal, jo kabhi bhi phir se darwaza khatkhata sakti thi, aur us khatre ke khayaal ne Meera ke poore jism mein ek aur garam lehar daud di. Usne apni raftaar aur badha di.




"Meera… main… aa raha hoon…" Vikram ne dabi aawaaz mein kaha. "Munh mat hataana."

Meera ne nahi hataaya. Usne honth aur kas liye, sire ko apni zubaan par tikaaya aur haath se jad ko tez tez sehlaati rahi, uski aankhon mein dekhti hui, aur agle hi pal Vikram ka poora jism akad gaya, uske gale se ek lambi, ghuti hui gurraahat nikli, aur uska lund uske munh mein jhatke maarne laga. Garam, gaadha, namkeen ras uski zubaan par aur gale mein bharne laga, ek ke baad ek dhaar. Meera ne aankhen band kar li aur use dheere dheere nigalti rahi, har jhatke ke saath halke se choosti hui, jaise ek ek boond nichod lena chahti ho, aur thoda sa uske honthon ke kone se nikal ke uski thodi par beh aaya. Jab aakhri jhatka bhi ruk gaya aur Vikram kaanpne laga, tab usne bahut dheere se use munh se chhoda, sire ko ek aakhri baar chooma, aur ungli se apni thodi saaf kar ke use apne honthon mein le liya, poore waqt uski aankhon mein dekhte hue.

Vikram kursi par dheela pad gaya, jaise abhi daud ke aaya ho. Usne Meera ko upar kheench ke god mein baithaya aur uske geele honthon ko choom liya. "Tu har baar pehle se zyada khatarnaak ho jaati hai," usne uske kaan mein kaha.

Meera ne muskura ke uske kandhe mein munh chhupa liya. "Aur tum har baar pehle se zyada besharam. Office mein bhi!"

"Kisko pata chalega, paagal," Vikram hansa aur uske nange boob ko pyaar se ek baar aur dabaaya. "Aur ab se har hafte lunch le ke aayegi."

Washroom mein jaa ke Meera ne aaine mein dekha toh ek pal ko khud ko pehchaan nahi paayi. Lipstick phail gayi thi, kaajal dhundhla tha aur baal ulajh ke ek taraf chipak gaye the. Usne munh dhoya, kulla kiya, blouse aur pallu theek kiye. Lipstick dobara lagaayi, lekin honth ab bhi soojhe the aur gaal ab bhi laal.

Bahar aayi toh Vikram file par sign kar raha tha jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Usne use upar se neeche dekha aur muskuraya. "Ab ghar ja aur aaraam kar. Shaam ko jaldi aaunga."

Meera ne tiffin samet ke bag mein rakha, uske gaal par ek chhota chumban diya aur bahar aayi. Use laga ki sab ki nazrein uske soojhe honthon aur ulajhe baalon par tiki hain. Usne sir seedha rakha aur chalti rahi.

Arjun ke cubicle ke paas pahunchte hi Arjun khada ho gaya. "Aap theek ho?" usne dheere se poocha. "Bhaiya bol rahe the aapka ji ghabra raha tha."

Meera ka dil ek pal ko ruka, aur phir ek gehri, bhaari sharm uske seene mein utar aayi, ek maa ki sharm jo apne bete ki aankhon mein fikr dekh rahi thi aur jaanti thi ki uske jawab mein sirf jhooth hai. Usne chehre par ek thaki hui muskaan laayi. "Haan, thodi tabiyat kharab thi. Vomiting vagera ho gayi thi, toh fresh hone gayi thi. Ab theek hoon."

Phir, bina soche, usne woh kiya jo woh bachpan se karti aayi thi. Usne apna haath uthaya aur Arjun ke sir par rakh diya, uske baal halke se sehlaaye jaise use college bhejte waqt karti thi. "Achhe se kaam karna," usne narmi se kaha. "Tumhara future sudhar jayega."

Arjun ek pal ko wahin jam gaya. Kitne mahino baad usne apne sir par woh haath mehsoos kiya tha. Uske andar ek chhoti si, bachchon jaisi khushi uthi, ki maa ne usse kuch achha kaha, ki maa ko ab bhi uski fikr hai, aur usi khushi ke saath ek tees bhi uthi, kyunki yeh haath ab "bhabhi" ka haath tha, aur aas paas ke cubicle wale ise ek bua ka pyaar samajh ke muskura rahe the. "Ji… thank you," usne bas itna kaha, aur Meera haath hata ke aage badh gayi.

Lift ke band darwaze ke peeche, akeli, Meera ne deewar se peeth tika di aur aankhen band kar li. Arjun ki woh fikr bhari aankhen ek pal ko uske dimaag mein aayi aur kaanta sa chubha gayi, aur usne us khayaal ko zor se jhatak diya, kyunki uske paas us dard ka koi jawab nahi tha. Phir uske dimaag mein sirf Vikram tha. Uski shaant aawaaz, "Main tha na," uske haath jo kursi ke hatthon par ruk ke uski haan ka intezaar kar rahe the, aur woh gurraahat. Uske honthon par ab bhi uska swaad tha. Uski jaanghon ke beech ek geeli, dhadakti garmi thi jo period ke dard se bilkul alag thi, aur usne jaanghein aapas mein daba li. Usne ungliyon se apne soojhe honth chhuye aur akeli hi muskura di. Abhi teen din aur baaki the, aur Vikram bhoolne wala nahi tha, aur pehli baar Meera ko yeh baat dar nahi, intezaar jaisi lagi.

(Jaari…)