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Ek khubsurat, shaant aur sanskari ghar ki grihasti sambhalne wali maa—jiski zindagi bas parivaar ke aas-paas simti hui thi. Har nazar mein woh ek adarsh patni aur maa thi—seedhi, samajhdaar aur maryada mein rehne wali.

Lekin waqt ke saath, uski zindagi mein kuch aise mod aate hain jo uske andar chhupe hue ek naye roop ko jagate hain. Dheere dheere woh apni pehchaan, apni khwahishon aur apni dabhi hui ichchhaon ko samajhne lagti hai. Jo kabhi sirf doosron ke liye jeeti thi, ab khud ke liye jeena seekh rahi hai.

Uska andaaz badalne lagta hai, soch badalne lagti hai… aur log hairaan reh jaate hain dekhkar ki wahi bholi maa ab kitni bekhauf aur alag ho chuki hai.

Yeh kahani hai ek aurat ke badlav ki—jahan sanskar aur swatantrata ke beech ki rekha dhundhli ho jaati hai, aur ek nayi pehchaan janam leti hai.

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Meri mummy ka naam Prinsi hai, unki umar 42 saal hai. Wo ek aisi housewife hain jo apne ghar aur pariwar se beintehaan pyaar karti hain. Mummy ki shaadi Papa (Prakash, umar 50) se tab ho gayi thi jab mummy sirf 21 saal ki thin. Shaadi ke baad bhi unhone apni padhai nahi chhodi; wo ek MBA postgraduate hain aur ghar sambhalne se pehle unhone kuch saal tak ek corporate firm mein kaam bhi kiya tha.

Unn dono ka ek beta hai (yaani main), jiska naam Raj hai aur meri umar 19 saal hai. Main abhi first year mein hoon. Mummy ki height 5'7'' hai aur unka figure 34b-30-34 itna attractive hai ki koi bhi unhe dekh kar hairan reh jaye. Wo apne looks ko lekar bahut conscious rehti hain aur aaj bhi itni young lagti hain ki koi keh hi nahi sakta ki wo ek 19 saal ke ladke ki maa hain.

College ke dino se hi unki khoobsurti ke bahut deewane rahe hain. Lekin mummy hamesha se bahut smart rahi hain; unhone kabhi kisi ke saath serious relationship nahi rakha. College mein unke kai dost (boyfriends) hua karte the, jinhe wo sirf apni zarooraton ke liye use karti thin—jaise unhe shopping par saath le jana ya unse gifts lena. Wo hamesha se janti thin ki apni beauty ko kaise handle karna hai.

Papa ek bank mein manager hain, aur unka kaam kaaj hamesha se bahut vyast raha hai. Pehle hum apne purane ghar mein rehte the jo shehar se thoda door tha. Wahan se papa ko bank aane-jaane mein roz 20-30 kilometer ka safar karna padta tha. Wo subah jaldi nikal jaate aur raat ko deri se laut-te, jis wajah se wo thake-haare rehte the.

Lekin haal hi mein, papa ka transfer shehar ke main branch mein ho gaya, jo ek bade IT Park ke paas tha. Usi waqt mera admission bhi shehar ke ek bade college mein ho gaya tha. Hum sab ne mil kar faisla kiya ki ab roz-roz itna lamba safar karna thik nahi hai, isliye humne shehar ke beech-on-beech ek naya ghar le liya aur wahan shift ho gaye.

Mummy ne naye ghar ko bahut hi khoobsurti se sajaya hai. Wo ek housewife hain par unka MBA wala dimaag har cheez ko itne sateek dhang se manage karta hai ki papa ko kabhi kisi cheez ki chinta nahi karni padti. Papa mummy se itna pyaar karte hain ki unhone apne bank ki savings se jo ek chhota sa investment kiya tha, uska naam bhi mummy ke naam par rakha hai.


Ab naye shehar mein, mera college aur papa ka bank dono paas hain, aur mummy ghar ki rani ban kar sab sambhal rahi hain.

Mummy ke liye rahat ki baat yeh thi ki ab unhe mere liye tiffin banane ke liye subah-subah 6 baje nahi uthna padta tha. Pehle, jab hum door rehte the, toh mujhe local bus se college jana padta tha, isliye Mummy ko har haal mein subah 7 baje tak lunch taiyar karna hi hota tha.

Mere liye bhi yeh kisi vardaan se kam nahi tha. Sach kahun toh mujhe us local bus se college jana bilkul pasand nahi tha. Bus stop se lekar college tak har roz seniors mujhe pareshan karte the aur bullying ka shikaar hona padta tha. Main us mahool se bahut tang aa chuka tha.

Ab shehar ke paas shift hone ka matlab tha ki mere paas college jane ke liye bahut saare options hain. Kai sari buses hain aur rasta bhi chhota hai, jiski wajah se ab main un seniors ki bullying se asani se bach sakta hoon. Mummy bhi khush hain ki ab unhe thoda sukoon mila hai aur main bhi naye mahool mein khud ko zyada safe mehsoos kar raha hoon.

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Naye ghar mein shift hone ke baad Mummy ne ek baat bahut dhyan se notice ki—yahan ke ghar gaon ki tarah door-door nahi, balki ek dusre ke bahut kareeb the. Hamare ghar ki ek taraf toh bahut hi posh aur bade-bade bungalows the jinme unchi compound walls bani hui thin. Lekin hairani ki baat yeh thi ki hamare ghar ke peeche aur road ke doosri taraf ka nazara bilkul alag tha.

Wahan ka mahaul kisi basti ya slum jaisa lagta tha. Bahut hi chhote-chhote ghar ek dusre se chipke huye bane the, aur unke beech mein nikalne ke liye bas patli-patli galiyan thin. Mummy ke bedroom mein ek bahut sundar patio (balcony) hai, lekin jab wo wahan se bahar dekhti hain, toh samne ka nazara unhe thoda ajeeb lagta hai.

Unka balcony theek ek aise ghar ke samne khulta hai jahan dekh kar lagta hai ki kuch construction workers rehte hain. Itne posh area ke theek peeche is tarah ki basti hona Mummy ke liye thoda naya aur uncomfortable sa tha, kyunki hamara naya bedroom balcony se un sab cheezon ke ekdam kareeb tha.

Mummy ne jab pehli baar yeh ghar dekha tha, tabhi unhone Papa ko is basti ke baare mein bataya tha. Unhe thoda ajeeb lag raha tha, par tab broker ne unhe samjhaya ki yeh sab zyada din tak nahi rahega. Broker ka kehna tha ki jald hi ek local builder is poori zameen ko khareed lega aur yahan bade-bade villas banenge. Usne vaada kiya tha ki kuch hi waqt mein yeh area shehar ki sabse prime location ban jayega.

Lekin pehle din jab main wahan gaya, toh un logon ko dekh kar main kaafi dar gaya tha. Wahan sawle rang ke, mazboot shareer (muscular) wale aadmi ghoom rahe the. Woh log bahut zor-zor se baatein kar rahe the, unme se kaiyon ne toh upar kapde bhi nahi pehne the (half naked).

Sabse ajeeb baat yeh thi ki jab hum wahan se guzar rahe the ya balcony se dekh rahe the, toh woh log lagatar humein hi ghoor rahe the (staring). Unka wo ghoorna aur unka raw andaaz dekh kar mujhe aur Mummy dono ko thoda dar mehsoos ho raha tha.

Ghar ka 'House Warming' (Griha Pravesh) bahut achhe se ho gaya. Agle hi din sham ko jab main college se wapas aaya, toh Mummy ne faisla kiya ki woh bahar main junction tak jayengi. Unhe ghar ke liye kuch grocery ka saman lena tha aur ek naya SIM card bhi kharidna tha, kyunki hamare naye ghar mein unke purane SIM ke network bahut kam aa rahe the.

Mummy us din bahut hi khoobsurat lag rahi thin. Unhone ek tight green kurti aur white leggings pehni hui thi, aur uske upar ek semi-transparent (halka jaalidaar) white dupatta dala tha. Jab woh apni Activa scooter par baithi, toh unki leggings unke tight thighs par ekdam chipak gayi thi. Jab woh scooter chala rahi thin, toh unka dupatta hawa se thoda sarak gaya tha jis wajah se unka figure kaafi zyada highlight ho raha tha.

Main unke peeche scooter par baitha tha aur unke kandhon ko pakda hua tha. Kuch hi minute mein hum junction pahunch gaye. Sham ka waqt tha, isliye junction par kaafi bheed thi kyunki log apne-apne kaamon se wapas laut rahe the. Mummy ne grocery store ke theek samne scooter roka. Main scooter se utar gaya aur Mummy ne wahan side mein scooty park kar di.

Jab Mummy scooty park karke store ki taraf badhi, toh wahan logon ke beech halki-halki kaana-phusi (murmuring) shuru ho gayi. Aas-paas khade lagbhag saare mard unhe hi ghoor rahe the. Mummy ko thodi sharam aur embarrassment mehsoos ho rahi thi. Halaki unke liye yeh sab naya nahi tha, kyunki wo hamesha se hi itni attractive rahi hain ki log unhe dekhte hi hain, lekin yeh jagah unke liye ekdam nayi thi.

Unhone un saari nazron ko ignore karne ki koshish ki jo unhe sir se lekar paon tak scan kar rahi thin. Wo jaldi se store ke andar gayin, apna zaroorat ka saaman uthaya aur payment karne ke liye counter par pahunchin. Store ka owner bhi unhe ek gandi (filthy) muskurahat ke saath dekh raha tha, lekin Mummy ne usey bhi poori tarah nazar-andaz kiya. Wo bas jaldi se wahan se nikalna chahti thin.

Grocery store se nikal kar Mummy ne thoda rahat mehsoos ki, lekin unki mushkil abhi khatam nahi hui thi. Woh idhar-udhar nazrein dauda kar kuch dhoondne ki koshish kar rahi thin. Phir unhone meri taraf dekh kar pucha:

Mummy: "Raj, mujhe ek naya SIM bhi kharidna hai... kya tumhe yahan aas-paas koi mobile store dikhayi de raha hai?"
Woh junction ki bheed aur logon ki un gandi nazron ke beech thoda asahaj (uncomfortable) toh thin, par phone network ka issue itna zyada tha ki unhe naya SIM lena hi tha. Maine bhi unke saath mil kar bheed mein kisi mobile shop ki talash shuru kar di.

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Maine junction ke aakhir mein ishara karte huye kaha, "Mummy, wahan ek dukan hai..." Wahan ek board laga tha jispar "Rohan Mobile Service" likha tha. Mummy ne kaha, "Chalo wahan chalte hain, umeed hai naya SIM mil jayega."

Dukan bahar se chhoti thi par andar se kaafi badi aur saaf-suthri thi, counter ke peeche shelf mein naye mobile phones saje huye the. Par dukan par koi nahi tha. Mummy ne nirash hokar kaha, "Lagta hai yahan koi nahi hai Raj... ab shayad kal shehar hi jana padega."

Tabhi peeche se ek zor dar awaz aayi, "Hey Raj! Kya surprise hai!"

Mummy peeche mudi toh dekha do hट्टे-katte naujawan andar aa rahe the. Ek turant counter ke peeche chala gaya aur doosra meri taraf badha. Unhe dekh kar mera chehra peela pad gaya aur mere hothon par ek dar se bhari muskurahat aa gayi. Mummy hairan thi ki yeh log mujhe kaise jaante hain. Isse pehle ki wo kuch puchti, maine jaldi se kaha:

"Mummy, yeh Sameer hai," maine counter wale ki taraf ishara kiya. "Aur yeh Vikram hai. Yeh dono mere college ke seniors hain."

Mummy ke chehre par ek pyari si smile aa gayi, wo khush thin ki chalo koi toh jaan-pehchan wala mila. Wo counter ke paas ja kar utsah se boli, "Chalo, shukar hai koi toh mila yahan... mujhe apne phone ke liye madad chahiye, ek naya SIM chahiye. Kya main apna number port kara sakti hoon?"

Lekin jo baat maine Mummy ko nahi batayi thi wo yeh thi ki Sameer aur Vikram mere college ke sabse khatarnak seniors hain. Woh dono juniors ki ragging karne ke liye badnaam hain aur mujhe toh unhone kayi baar nishana banaya hai. Sameer, wahan ke ek bahubali aur ameer neta ka beta hai, jo college mein sabko bully karta hai. Yahan tak ki teachers bhi usse darrte hain.

Mummy unhe "helpfull" samajh rahi thin, par main jaanta tha ki hum galat jagah phas gaye hain.

"Oh, toh aap Raj ki mummy hain... yeh bhi koi puchne wali baat hai, hum apne pyaare Raj ki mummy ki madad zaroor karenge," Sameer ne ek kameeni muskurahat ke saath kaha. Uski nazrein Mummy ke chehre par tik hi nahi rahi thin; tight kurti mein Mummy ka attractive figure dekh kar wo hairan tha. Usne kabhi nahi socha tha ki Raj ki maa itni hot hogi.

"Aunty, kya aap yahan apna number likh sakti hain? Mujhe ek photo aur ID proof bhi chahiye hoga," usne counter se ek notebook Mummy ki taraf badhayi.

"Haan, kyun nahi..." Mummy ne kaha aur counter ki taraf thoda jhuk kar number likhne lagin. Unke jhukte hi unka dupatta thoda sarak gaya, jise dekh kar Sameer ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi. Usne mauka dekh kar chupke se apne mobile ka camera on kar liya aur recording karne laga. Mummy ke gale mein latakta mangalsutra dekh kar uski niyat aur kharab ho rahi thi.

Peeche khada Vikram bhi Mummy ko upar se neeche tak gande tarike se scan kar raha tha. White leggings mein Mummy ke curves kaafi highlight ho rahe the. Wo mere paas aaya aur mere kaan mein dheere se fusfusaya, "Tune kabhi bataya nahi ki teri mummy itni hot hain..." Yeh sunte hi mere poore shareer mein ek thartharahat daud gayi aur main sharam se niche dekhne laga.

"Toh Aunty, aap logo ne wahan naya ghar liya hai?" Vikram ne baat aage badhayi.

"Haan, wahi hamara ghar hai... mujhe pata nahi tha ki Raj ke dost paas hi rehte hain, warna main aap logo ko bhi House Warming par bulati. Yeh lijiye meri details," Mummy ne notebook Sameer ko wapas di, jisne badi hoshiyari se apna phone chupa liya.

"Koi baat nahi Aunty... ab toh aap humein jaanti hain. Aap humein kabhi bhi bula sakti hain na..." Vikram ne yeh kehte huye mere kandhe ko zor se dabaya.

"Theek hai Aunty... toh kya aapke paas photo aur ID proof bhi hai?" Sameer ne pucha, jabki wo video save karke Vikram ko bhej raha tha. Mummy apna purse check karne lagin.

"Oh... sorry, lagta hai main galat purse le aayi hoon. Mere paas abhi photo aur ID nahi hai," unhone nirasha se Sameer ki taraf dekha. "Meri hi galti hai... mujhe aane se pehle check kar lena chahiye tha," wo khud ko hi kosne lagin.

Vikram apna WhatsApp check karne mein busy tha aur usne Sameer ki bheji hui recording dekhi. Usne mere samne hi video khola, jisme Mummy ka deep cleavage saaf dikh raha tha. Main dang reh gaya, par kuch bol nahi paya. Vikram ek kameeni muskurahat ke saath bola, "Koi baat nahi Aunty, photo ka tension mat lijiye, Sameer bahut bada cameraman hai... haina Raj?" Main bas sharam se sar jhuka kar reh gaya.

Sameer ne baat aage badhayi, "Photo toh theek hai Aunty, par ID ke bina SIM port karna mushkil hai. Ek kaam karte hain, main aapko abhi ke liye apna ek personal alternate SIM de deta hoon. Aap ise use kijiye, aur hum aaj sham ko aapke ghar aa kar ID collect kar lenge, kya khayal hai?"

Vikram ne turant haan mein haan milayi, "Haan, yeh sahi rahega. SIM midnight tak activate bhi ho jayega."

Mummy thoda hichkichayi (hesitant), unhe mehsoos ho raha tha ki dono ladke unhe ajeeb tarike se ghoor rahe hain. Unhone kaha, "Nahi, main aap logo ko pareshan nahi karna chahti, main kal tak wait kar sakti hoon."

"Arre pareshan kaisi Aunty? Hum apne pyaare Raj ki Mummy ke liye itna toh kar hi sakte hain," Sameer ne ek gandi muskurahat ke saath kaha. Vikram ne beech mein hi bol diya, "Jaane se pehle kyun na hum ek yaadgaar photo khinchen... is surprise meeting ki yaad mein?"

Sameer counter se nikal kar turant Mummy ke bagal mein khada ho gaya. Isse pehle ki Mummy kuch samajh paatin, Vikram ne apna phone meri taraf badha diya. Sameer ne bina kisi warning ke apna hath Mummy ki kamar par lapet liya aur unhe apni taraf zor se kheench liya. Mummy shock mein thin, unhone kabhi nahi socha tha ki koi unke saath aisi badtameezi karega. Sameer ki ungliyan unki kamar ke folds ko daba rahi thin. "Smile kijiye Aunty," usne dobara kaha. Mummy ke hothon par ek halki aur sahami hui muskurahat aayi, wo sharam ke maare meri taraf dekh bhi nahi pa rahi thin.

Maine jaldi se kuch photos khinchi aur phone Vikram ko pakda diya. Sameer ne Mummy ko chhode bina hi phone lekar photo dekhi. "Dekhiye Aunty, kitni sundar photo aayi hai." Mummy ka chehra sharam se laal ho gaya tha. Sameer ne notice kiya ki main uske hath ki taraf dekh raha hoon jo Mummy ki kamar par tha. Usne muskura kar apni do ungliyon se Mummy ki kamar ko halka sa dabaya (squeeze kiya). Is unexpected movement se Mummy ke poore shareer mein rongte khade ho gaye. Unke muh se ek halki si siski (moan) nikli. Wo behad embarrassed thin par kuch bol nahi payin.

Sameer ne phone Vikram ko diya aur bola, "Aunty, aapse mil kar bahut achha laga. Hum sham ko milte hain, aapke hath ka khana khane ka intezar rahega." Jaane se pehle usne ek baar phir Mummy ki kamar ko thoda zor se dabaya.

Mummy ne rahat ki saans li jab usne unhe chhoda. Wo bina mujhse baat kiye tezi se scooter ki taraf badhin. Scooter start karte waqt unke hath kaanp rahe the aur unka poora shareer ek ajeeb thartharahat se guzar raha tha. Unhe khud par sharam aa rahi thi ki unke bete ke seniors ne unhe unke bete ke samne hi is tarah se affect kar diya.

Maine ghabrate huye pucha, "Kya hua Mummy?"
Unhone baat talte huye kaha, "Kuch nahi beta... bas pahiya ek chhote patthar par chadh gaya tha." Wo bahut zyada sharminda thin.

Ghar wapas aate waqt hum dono ke beech ek lafz ki bhi baat nahi hui. Ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi jo bahut chubhti hui lag rahi thi. Ghar pahunchte hi Mummy ne jaldi se grocery bags uthaye aur kitchen ki taraf chali gayin, shayad woh mujhse nazar milane se bach rahi thin.
Main bhi bina kuch bole seedha apne kamre mein chala gaya. Maine apna phone nikala toh dekha ki kuch notifications aaye huye hain. Jab maine phone khola, toh mera dil baith gaya. Woh notifications college ke ek 'Facebook Group' se the jahan sirf ladke hi jude huye the.
Sameer ne wahan do photos post ki thin:

Pehli photo mein woh Mummy ko pakde huye khada tha aur sath mein Vikram bhi tha.

Doosri photo toh usse bhi zyada bhayanak thi—usmein woh Mummy ki kamar ko zor se daba (squeeze) raha tha. Mummy ke hoth thode khule huye the aur aankhein adhi band thin, jaisa Sameer ne unhe us waqt capture kiya tha. Woh photo kisi 'adult movie' ke scene jaisi lag rahi thi jisme actress dard ya mazze mein ho.

Post ka caption likha tha: "Raj ki Mummy ke saath... aaj raat Raj ke ghar par dinner enjoy karenge. Picture courtesy: Pyaara Raj."

Yeh dekh kar mere hosh ud gaye. Poore college ke ladkon ke beech Mummy ki aisi photo circulate ho chuki thi, aur sabko pata chal gaya tha ki woh log aaj hamare ghar aane wale hain.

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Jaise hi Mummy aur main dukan se nikle, Sameer aur Vikram zor-zor se hasne lage. Sameer ne bade kaminepan se kaha, "Bhai, mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha, aaj ka din kitna lucky hai! Woh loser Raj ki Mummy itni hot hai? Wah! Kya maal hai!" Woh baar-baar us video ko dekh raha tha jo usne chori-chupe banaya tha.

Vikram ne aankh marte huye kaha, "Dekh rahe ho ladkon ke comments? Aaj toh poora college unhe dekh kar pagal ho jayega.. shayad Raj bhi." Dono has-has kar Mummy ke baare mein gandi baatein kar rahe the. Sameer video ko replay kar raha tha aur Mummy ki siskiyon (moans) ka maza le raha tha.

Tabhi dukan mein do naye log dakhil huye—Kailash aur uski patni Suman.

Kailash (umar 55) dikhne mein ek bahut hi saaf-suthra aur well-groomed aadmi hai, jisne achhe kapde pehne hain aur ghani daadhi rakhi hai. Bahar se woh ek taxi driver lagta hai, lekin uska asli kaam bahut ganda hai—woh ek high-class pimp hai. Sameer aur Vikram uske purane grahak (clients) hain. Woh apni taxi ka istemal ladkiyon ko chupchap idhar-udhar laane le jaane ke liye karta hai.

Uski patni Suman (umar 50) kaafi hatti-katti aur bhari shareer ki hai. Woh mobile shop ke bagal mein hi ek ladies boutique aur beauty parlor chalati hai. Lekin uska asli kaam apne pati ki madad karna hai. Woh parlor mein aane wali seedhi-saadhi ladies aur housewives ko pehchanti hai aur unhe phansane ka kaam karti hai. Uske parlor ke peeche kuch aise gupt (special) kamre hain jahan ameer log aur neta aate hain.

Kailash ne ek shararati muskurahat ke saath pucha, "Hey guys, kya chal raha hai? Lagta hai aaj koi badi machhli hath lagi hai?"

Kailash aur Suman us waqt se Mummy ko dekh rahe the jab wo pehli baar mobile shop mein dakhil hui thin. Asal mein Suman apne boutique se bahar nikal kar apna introduction dena chahti thi, lekin Kailash ne use rok diya. Kailash apni taxi mein baitha sab kuch dekh raha tha. Jaise hi Mummy aur main wahan se nikle, Kailash gaadi se utar kar dukan ke andar aaya.

Suman ne aankh marte huye pucha, "Aur kya baatein ho rahi thi tum logon ke beech? Main kasam kha sakti hoon ki ek hi cheez hogi... us aurat ka naam kya hai?" Woh zor se hasi. Usne low-cut white tank top pehna hua tha jis wajah se uska figure kaafi highlight ho raha tha. Uske boutique ka kaam toh bas ek dikhava tha.

Sameer ne muskura kar kaha, "Kuch nahi Kailash chacha, hum toh bas college ki baatein kar rahe the."

Lekin Vikram ne baat khol di, "Woh hamare junior Raj ki Mummy hain Aunty... abhi yahan shift huye hain. Raj unhe humse milwa raha tha ki agar koi madad chahiye ho toh."

Suman ne Vikram ke paas aa kar maze lete huye kaha, "Jhooth mat bolo... kya Raj itna bewakoof hai ki unhe tumse milwayega? Tumne unhe kya 'help' offer ki?"

Sameer ne apna mobile khola aur Suman ko wahi recording aur photos dikhayi jo usne chori se banayi thin. "Yeh dekhiye... kya maal hai! Ekdum kuttiya lag rahi hai," usne bina kisi sharam ke kaha. Vikram ne utsah mein bola, "Main toh bas sham ka intezar kar raha hoon unse milne ke liye."

Suman wahi video dekh kar kaafi impress ho gayi. Uske dimaag mein lalaj aa gaya. Usne socha ki Mummy jaisi ek gharelu housewife (homely housewife) ki uske 'special grahakon' (clients) ke beech bahut demand hogi. Usne hairani se pucha, "Raat ki meeting? Tum log kya keh rahe ho?"

Sameer ne jab sab bataya toh Suman boli, "Nahi, nahi... jaldbaazi mein kuch kharab mat karna. Kya tum usey sirf ek baar enjoy karna chahte ho ya jab marzi tab? Thoda sabr rakho ladkon. Yeh kaam Suman Aunty par chhod do... bharosa rakho, woh tumhari bhi hogi aur mere grahakon ki bhi."

Usne ladkon ki taraf dekh kar aankh maari aur kaha, "Tum log dinner par jao... ho sakta hai aaj raat dinner par Mummy se milne kuch bina bulaye padosi (uninvited neighbors) bhi pahunch jayein."

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Ghar pahunchne ke baad Mummy kaafi pareshan thin. Woh kitchen mein slab ka sahara lekar khadi thin aur unki saansein tez chal rahi thin. Unhe Sameer ki us badtameezi par gussa toh tha hi, par saath hi unhe is baat ki sharam mehsoos ho rahi thi ki unka shareer us waqt kaisa react kar raha tha. Unhone khud ko samjhaya, "Nahi, mujhe yeh sab nahi sochna chahiye. Woh sirf Raj ke dost hain aur unhone bas ek photo hi toh li hai".

Shaam ke 6 baj chuke the aur kitchen mein andhera hone laga tha. Mummy ko yaad aaya ki Sameer aur Vikram kisi bhi waqt aate hi honge aur unke paas khana banane ka waqt nahi hai. Unhone turant Papa ko naye SIM se phone milaya.

Papa: "Hello, kaun bol raha hai?"
Mummy: "Main hoon... yeh mera naya temporary number hai. Mera purana number abhi port nahi hua".

Mummy ne Papa ko bataya ki Raj ke kuch college ke dost dinner par aa rahe hain aur unhe help chahiye. Unhone Papa se request ki ki woh aate waqt restaurant se fried rice aur chicken curry lete aayein. Papa thode hairan the ki itni short notice par mehmaan aa rahe hain, par unhone haan kar di aur kaha ki woh aadhe ghante mein pahunch jayenge.

Mummy ne dining table par cutlery set ki aur unka mood thoda behtar hone laga. Woh gungunate huye apne bedroom ki taraf gayin jo ground floor par tha. Raj apne kamre mein tha aur kahin dikhayi nahi de raha tha.

Aaine ke samne khade hokar unhone apna huliya check kiya. Unki tight green kurti aur white leggings bilkul sahi thin, unhone bas thoda makeup touch-up kiya aur apne baal sanware. Is baar unhone savdhani baratte huye apne dupatte ko dono kandhon par safety pins se achhe se fix kar liya taaki woh dobara na sarke.

Tabhi achanak doorbell baji. Mummy ke poore shareer mein ek thartharahat daud gayi. Unhe umeed nahi thi ki woh log itni jaldi aa jayenge. Pichle aadhe ghante mein unhone jo thoda bahut confidence ikatha kiya tha, woh doorbell ki ek hi aawaz mein gayab ho gaya aur unka dil tezi se dhadakne laga.

Mummy darr ke maare apne bedroom mein baithi thin. Raj ka kahin pata nahi tha. Door bell bajne par unka shareer kaanpne laga. Unhone himmat juta kar darwaza khola toh samne Sameer ya Vikram nahi, balki ek umardraz joda khada tha. Kailash ne formal kapde pehne the aur Suman ne ek designer black sleeveless blouse aur red semi-transparent saree pehni hui thi.

"Hello... aapke is naye ilake mein swagat hai. Main Suman hoon aur yeh mere pati Kailash," Suman ne bade hi milansar andaaz mein kaha. Mummy ne rahat ki saans li aur unhe andar bulaya. Suman ne notice kiya ki Mummy bahut ghabrayi hui hain aur unhone maze lete huye kaha, "Aap itni tensed kyun lag rahi hain? Hum koi chor nahi hain."

Mummy ne sharmate huye kaha, "Nahi didi, woh main kitchen mein kaam kar rahi thi isliye..." Suman ne unhe sofa par baithaya aur apna introduction diya ki uska junction par ek boutique aur beauty parlor hai. Mummy ne bataya ki woh ek housewife hain aur unke pati, jo ki ek bank mein manager hain, shehar mein hote hain.

Suman ne Mummy ki khoobsurti ki tareef karte huye kaha, "Main toh chahungi ki aap jaisi hot customer mere parlor mein aaye." Mummy yeh sunkar sharma gayin. Jab Mummy kitchen mein cold drinks lene gayin, toh Kailash aur Suman ki nazein unke figure par hi thin. Kailash ne dheere se kaha, "Humein yeh kisi bhi keemat par chahiye, Ramesh ji iske liye kuch bhi denge." Suman ne ishara kiya ki woh jaldbaazi na kare.

Mummy tray lekar wapas aayin aur jaise hi unhone tray table par rakhi, door bell phir se baj uthi. Woh tez metallic awaz sunkar Mummy ke chehre ka rang ud gaya aur woh phir se haanpne lagin. Suman ne unhe chhedte huye kaha, "Kaun hai darwaze par? Kya aapke pati ke aane ka waqt ho gaya? Chaliye unse bhi mil lete hain."

[ROXIKA]

Doorbell ki wo tez metallic awaaz sunkar Mummy ka dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga. Unka poora shareer kaanp raha tha. Unhone ek gehri saans li aur khud ko sambhalne ki koshish ki, 'Shant ho jao Prinsi... ab toh tum akeli nahi ho,' unhone khud se kaha. Lekin unhe kya pata tha ki asli khel toh ab shuru hone wala hai. Suman ki nazein Mummy ki har ek ghabrahat aur har ek movement ko bade hi gande tarike se scan kar rahi thin. Usne Kailash ki taraf dekh kar ek aisi muskurahat di, jisme zeher bhara tha.

Jaise hi darwaza khula, Papa andar dakhil huye. Unke dono haathon mein bhari plastic bags the. "Prinsi, tum andar kya kar rahi thi? Main kab se baahar intezar kar raha hoon, mere haath dard karne lage," Papa ne drawing room mein aate huye kaha. Fried rice aur chicken curry ki mehak poore kamre mein phail gayi. "Main raste se ice-cream bhi laya hoon, gaadi ki pichli seat par hai, usey bhi nikal lena," unhone Mummy se kaha.

Papa ne jab naye padosiyon ko dekha toh woh thode hairan reh gaye. Bahar khadi laal rang ki SUV dekh kar unhe laga tha ki shayad Raj ke ameer dost aaye hain, par ab unhe samajh aaya ki woh gaadi kiski thi. Kailash ne aage badhkar apna haath milane ke liye badhaya, "Hello Prakash ji. Main Kailash hoon aur yeh meri patni Suman. Hum apne naye padosiyon se milne chale aaye."

Papa abhi bags rakhne hi wale the ki Suman bijli ki tezi se aage badhi. "Laiye Prakash ji, mujhe dijiye... aap thak gaye honge," usne bade hi shokh andaaz mein kaha. Papa thoda hichkichaye, par Suman ki woh chamakti muskurahat aur uska gehra low-cut blouse dekh kar woh mana nahi kar paye. Unki nazein bina chahe bhi Suman ki khuli kamar aur cleavage par tik gayi thin. Suman ne notice kiya ki Papa usey ghoor rahe hain, aur usne bade garv se Papa ki taraf dekha.

"Main yeh sab sambhal lungi... kitchen ek aisi jagah hai jahan hum ladies sabse zyada comfortable hoti hain. Haina Prinsi ?" Suman ne Mummy ki taraf dekh kar kaha, jo ice-cream lekar andar aa rahi thin. Mummy ne darr chupate huye kaha, "Haan didi, aap sahi keh rahi hain... kitchen hi meri duniya hai." Papa ke ghar aa jaane se Mummy ko thoda confidence toh mila, par woh Suman ki 'expert' harkaton se anjaan thin. Suman ne bags lete waqt bade hi gande tarike se Papa ki ungliyon ko sehla (caress) diya, jisse Papa ne awkward hokar turant apna haath peeche kheench liya.

"Lagta hai aaj raat yahan koi party hone wali hai?" Suman ne bags ke andar jhaankte huye pucha. Papa ne bataya ki Raj ke kuch dost dinner par aa rahe hain. Suman ne shararat se Mummy ki taraf dekha, "Mummy, aapne toh kaha tha ki aap kisi ka intezar nahi kar rahi hain... toh kya ab humein nikalna chahiye?" woh zor se hasi. Mummy ka chehra sharam aur darr se peela pad gaya. Woh bas itna bol payin, "Nahi didi... aap hamare pehle mehmaan hain, aapko kisi invitation ki zaroorat nahi hai."

Ab drawing room mein Papa aur Kailash ek sofa par baithe the, jabki Mummy aur Suman dusre par. Papa ne baaton ka silsila shuru kiya, "Toh aap log kya karte hain?" Kailash ne mazak mein kaha, "Main toh ek gareeb taxi driver hoon sahab, lekin meri patni ka junction par ek bada boutique aur beauty parlor hai." Papa hairan reh gaye ki ek taxi driver itni mehngi gaadi kaise chala raha hai, par woh Suman ki adayon mein khoye huye the. Suman wahan laparwah hokar baithi thi, uska pallu sarak gaya tha aur uski kamar ke folds saaf dikh rahe the.

Tabhi bahar se ek sports bike ki dahad sunayi di aur headlight ki tez roshni khidki se seedha Mummy ke chehre par padi. Mummy phir se kaanpne lagin. "Lagta hai aapke khaas mehmaan aa gaye," Suman ne kaha aur bina puche darwaza kholne badh gayi. Woh nahi chahti thi ki Papa, Mummy ki ghabrahat notice karein.

Darwaza khulte hi Suman zor se boli, "Arre, tum dono! Sameer aur Vikram... aao andar aao!" Woh aise dikhava kar rahi thi jaise unhe dekh kar bahut hairan ho. Sameer ne aage badhkar Suman ko zor se gale lagaya (hug kiya) aur usey apni taraf kheencha. Mummy yeh dekh kar dang thin ki Sameer ke haath Suman par itne free hain, aur Suman bhi usey waise hi respond kar rahi hai. Sameer ne Suman ke kaan mein dheere se kaha, "Nice selection dear... be gentle okay."

"Arre in 'oldies' ko kaun bulayega, dinner toh sirf tum jaise jawan ladkon ke liye hona chahiye," Suman ne aankh marte huye kaha. Phir Papa ki taraf dekh kar boli, "Aapko batana chahiye tha ki yeh Raj ke dost hain, yeh toh mere bacchon jaise hain." Sameer ne ek kameeni muskurahat ke saath Mummy ki taraf haath phailaye aur unki taraf badha, "Hello Aunty... umeed hai dinner ready hai... mujhe bahut bhook lagi hai."

Sameer ne jab Mummy ki taraf apne haath phailaye, toh uski niyat saaf dikh rahi thi. Usne ek aisi kameeni aur shararati muskurahat di jo seedha Mummy ke dil mein darr paida kar rahi thi. Woh unke itne kareeb ja kar khada ho gaya ki Mummy ko uske jism ki garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi.

"Hello Aunty... umeed hai dinner ready hai... mujhe bahut bhook lagi hai," Sameer ne unki aankhon mein ghoorte huye kaha. Uske 'bhook' shabd mein ek alag hi gehraai thi, jo sirf khane tak mahdood nahi thi. Mummy ne sharam aur darr ke maare apni nazrein niche kar lin, unka poora chehra tamtama gaya tha. Unhe wahi dopahar wala ehsaas yaad aa raha tha jab Sameer ne unhe apni taraf kheencha tha.

Papa (Prakash) ne bade hi khule dil se kaha, "Haan beta, bilkul ready hai! Aao, sab log table par baithte hain. Aaj toh bada hi rounak wala mahaul ho gaya hai." Papa ko bilkul andaza nahi tha ki Sameer ki nazein unki patni ke attractive figure ko kis tarah scan kar rahi hain.

Dinner table par baithte waqt Suman ne badi chalaki se jagah set ki. Usne Mummy ko Sameer aur Vikram ke beech mein baithne ka ishara kiya. Mummy hichkichayi (hesitant) thin, par Suman ne unka haath pakad kar wahan baitha diya, "Arre baithiye na Prinsi Ji, bacchon ke saath thoda ghul-mil kar rahiye."

Jaise hi dinner shuru hua, table ke neeche ka khel shuru ho gaya. Mummy ne mehsoos kiya ki kisi ka pair unke pairon se takraya hai. Pehle unhe laga ki shayad galti se hua hoga, par phir unhe mehsoos hua ki Sameer ne apna ghutna (knee) unki leggings se dhaki hui thigi (thigh) par halka sa ragad diya hai. Mummy ka poora shareer ek jhatke se akad gaya, par samne baithe Papa maze se Kailash ke saath baaton mein busy the.

Sameer ne ek niwala liya aur Mummy ki taraf dekh kar aankh maari, "Aunty, chicken curry toh bahut hi lazeez bani hai... bilkul aapki tarah, ekdum spicy!" Papa yeh sunkar hasne lage, "Haina? Main kehta hoon na ki meri Prinsi ke haath mein jaadu hai."

Mummy ki saansein tez ho gayi thin. Unhone dekha ki Vikram dusri taraf se unhe gandi nazron se ghoor raha tha. Suman ne table par rakhi glass uthate huye Mummy ko dekha aur dhire se muskurayi, jaise woh sab jaanti ho ki table ke neeche kya ho raha hai.

[ROXIKA]

Darwaza khulte hi Sameer aur Vikram ki entry ne kamre ka mahaul hi badal diya. Sameer, jo ek tight white t-shirt aur nylon shorts mein apne muscular bicep aur model jaisi body flaunt kar raha tha, seedha Mummy ki taraf badha. Usne Mummy ki aankhon mein aankhein daal kar wahi kameeni aur wicked smile di aur wink karte huye bola, "Hey Aunty... lagta hai aap mujhe bhool gayin? Mera swagat nahi karengi?"

Mummy ke paas koi chara nahi tha. Unka dil zor se dhadak raha tha, par Papa ke samne unhe normal dikhna tha. Unhone ek darr se bhari timid smile di aur Sameer ke phailaye huye haathon mein (hug ke liye) samane ke liye majboor ho gayin. Sameer ka 6-foot ka kad Mummy ke saamne bahut bada lag raha tha. Jaise hi unhone usey gale lagaya, Sameer ne bina waqt ganwaye dono haathon se Mummy ko zor se apne seene se chipka liya.

Mummy ne pehli baar kisi gair mard ki chhati ki garmi aur uske sakht muscular jism ko apne naram seene par mehsoos kiya, jisse Sameer turant 'hard' ho gaya. Sameer ne badi chalaki se apna haath Mummy ki peeth par ghumaya aur unke bra ke clips ko touch kiya, jabki uski nazein unke pichle hisse (bums) ko scan kar rahi thin. Usne thoda zor se Mummy ko apne seene mein dabo diya, jis wajah se Mummy ke muh se ek halki par saaf "ahh" ki siski (moan) nikal gayi.

Woh moan poore kamre mein goonji. Mummy sharam se laal ho gayin aur turant piche hat kar Suman ke paas khadi ho gayin. Kailash aur Suman ne ek-dusre ko dekh kar ek kamini muskurahat di, kyunki unhe pata tha ki khel shuru ho chuka hai.

Papa (Prakash) yeh sab dekh kar hairan the. Unhone dekha ki unki confident patni aaj kitni buri tarah sharma rahi hai aur usne Sameer ko gale lagate waqt woh ajeeb si awaaz kyun nikali. Unhe apni shadi ke shuruati din yaad aa gaye jab Mummy itni shy hua karti thin, par aaj unka yeh roop unke liye thoda naya tha.

Vikram ne mahol ko aur light banane ke liye kaha, "Hi Aunty... umeed hai mujhe bhi thoda attention milega?" Mummy ne sharmate huye kaha, "Arre Vikram, tum bhi bahut funny ho... aao tum dono ka swagat hai".

Sameer ne table ki taraf badhte huye phir se Mummy ko upar se niche tak ghoora. Unhone sham wali wahi green kurti aur leggings pehni thi, bas dupatta ab unke seene ko dhang se dhak raha tha, par Sameer unki ghabrahat ka poora maza le raha tha. Sameer ne Papa ki taraf dekh kar kaha, "Prakash uncle, aap bahut lucky hain... Aunty ki beauty aur unka dinner, dono ka hi poora shehar deewana ho sakta hai."

Papa ne garv se haskar kaha, "Woh toh hai beta! Chalo, ab Sameer ki 'bhook' mitate hain."

"Hello Uncle... dinner ke liye shukriya. Sorry humne itne short notice par pareshan kiya, umeed hai hum aap logon ke liye musibat nahi ban rahe," Sameer ki awaaz ne Papa ko unke khayalon se bahar nikala. Papa ne muskura kar haath milaya aur kaha, "Arre nahi Sameer beta, koi baat nahi... dinner toh kabhi bhi ho sakta hai." Sameer ne Papa ka haath zor se pakda aur unki aankhon mein dekh kar bola, "Uncle... aap bade lucky hain ki aapko Aunty jaisi itni khoobsurat patni mili hai."

Papa yeh sunkar sann reh gaye. Unhe yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki ek college ka ladka unke samne unki patni ki aisi tareef kar raha hai. Unka chehra thoda fika pad gaya, par Sameer ki nazein sirf Mummy par tikki thin. Suman ne mahol ko bhamp liya aur jaldi se baat badli, "Chaliye ab baatein band kijiye aur dinner karte hain, varna sab thanda ho jayega. Mummy, jaldi se table lagaiye na."

Mummy tezi se kitchen ki taraf gayin. Unhe wahan thodi rahat mehsoos ho rahi thi. Dono ne milkar plates lagayi aur sab table par baith gaye. Sameer aur Vikram kitchen ke theek samne wali seat par baithe, jabki Kailash aur Papa unke samne.

Mummy fridge se pani nikal kar jug mein bhar rahi thin. Pani bharte waqt jab woh thoda filter ki taraf jhukin, toh unki kurti ka peeche wala slit thoda sarak gaya. Sameer aur Vikram ko wahan se Mummy ki bhari hui thigi (thighs) ka ek saaf nazaara mil raha tha jo white leggings mein ekdum ubhar kar dikh rahi thin. Dono ek-dusre ko dekh kar kamini muskurahat de rahe the.

Sameer ne apna dhyan Mummy se hataya aur Papa se pucha, "Hey Uncle, hamara dost Raj kahan hai? Woh dikhayi nahi de raha." Papa ne sar pakad liya, "Oh, main toh bhool hi gaya! Ruko main usey bulata hoon." Papa upar gaye aur Raj ka darwaza khatkhataya.

Suman ne maza lete huye kaha, "Jab tak Raj aata hai, chaliye in bhooke ladkon ko serve karte hain. Mummy, kyun na aap Sameer aur Vikram ko serve karein? Bichare bahut bhooke lag rahe hain". Suman ne itne 'naughty' andaaz mein yeh kaha ki Kailash ne Sameer ki taraf dekh kar aankh maari.

Mummy ke haath kaanp rahe the jab unhone Sameer ki plate mein chicken curry daalna shuru kiya. Sameer ne table ke neeche se apna pair Mummy ke pairon ke beech phansane ki koshish ki.

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Raj apne kamre mein dakhil hote hi toot gaya tha. Uska mobile lagatar vibrate ho raha tha—college ke private group mein uske classmates ke gande messages ki bhaar aa gayi thi. Har koi us post par comment kar raha tha jo Sameer ne daali thi. Raj ko itni sharam aa rahi thi ki usne turant apna mobile switch off kiya aur kamre ki light band karke andhere mein baith gaya. Woh bas dua kar raha tha ki koi usey niche na bulaye, kyunki woh Sameer aur Vikram ka samna karne ki himmat nahi rakhta tha. Uska poora badan pasine se lathpath ho gaya tha.

Lekin uski duayein kaam nahi aayin. Darwaze par dastak hui—woh Papa (Prakash) the. Raj ne pehle jawab nahi diya, par jab Papa ne dubara darwaza khatkhataya toh Raj ne bhari awaaz mein kaha, "Haan Papa, main so raha hoon... mere sar mein bahut tez dard hai, mujhe thoda rest karne dijiye."

Papa ne bahar se hi kaha, "Hey Raj, tumhare dost dinner par aaye hain, niche sab table par tumhara intezar kar rahe hain. Kam se kam niche aa kar unhe greet toh karo, woh hamare mehmaan hain. Uske baad tum turant wapas aa kar so jana." Raj ke paas ab koi chara nahi tha. Usne darrte huye darwaza khola aur Papa ke peeche-peeche dining room ki taraf chal diya.

Dining room mein mahaul kaafi garam tha. Mummy plates lene ja rahi thin ki tabhi Suman ki awaaz ne unhe thitakne par majboor kar diya, "Arre Prinsi ji, kahan ja rahi hain? Khana kaun serve karega?" Mummy thoda ghabra gayin, "Ah... sorry didi, main bas plates..." Suman zor se hasi aur counter par rakhi do ceramic plates utha kar Mummy ke paas aayi, "Kahan khoyi hui hain aap? Plates toh yahan hain. Jaiye na... Sameer aur Vikram aapko kha thodi jayenge," usne Mummy ke kaan mein naughty smile ke saath fusfusaya.

Sameer is 'billi aur chuhe' ke khel ka poora maza le raha tha. Jaise hi Mummy uske paas pahunchin, unki nazrein ek-dusre se takrayin. Mummy ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, unhone turant apni nazrein pher li. Sameer ne ek gandi muskurahat di aur kaha, "Thoda chawal daliye na Aunty... mujhe bahut bhook lagi hai."

Mummy thoda aage jhukin taaki Sameer ki plate mein rice daal sakein. Woh Sameer ke bilkul kandhe ke paas thin. Unke shareer ki mehak aur unke perfume ki khushboo Sameer ki naak se takrayi. Sameer ne ek gehri saans li aur Mummy ko upar se niche tak ghoorte huye kaha, "Ahh... yeh khushboo toh bahut hi lazeez hai, main ise 'taste' karne ka aur intezar nahi kar sakta."

Mummy ka poora shareer Sameer ki is baat se kaanp gaya. Papa aur Kailash saamne baithe baaton mein busy the, jabki Suman table par baithi sab kuch bade maze se dekh rahi thi. Raj wahan khada apne doston ki badtameezi aur apni Mummy ki bebasi dekh kar andar hi andar mar raha tha.

Mummy jab khana paros rahi thin, tab unka midriff (kamar ka hissa) baar-baar Sameer ke kandhe se ragad kha raha tha. Jab wo jhukin, toh unka Mangalsutra unke seene ke beech latak raha tha, aur unka gehra cleavage Sameer ki nazron ke bilkul samne tha. Sameer ne is mauke ko haath se nahi jaane diya aur kursi par peeche hokar Mummy ke badan ka pura nazara lene laga.

Tabhi Papa (Prakash) Raj ke saath dining room mein dakhil huye aur wahan ka nazaara dekh kar jam gaye. Sameer bade maze se unki khoobsurat patni ke curves ka maza le raha tha aur jaan-boojh kar apna kandha Mummy ke pet se ragad raha tha. Papa ko aisa laga jaise wo koi B-grade movie dekh rahe hon. Unka gala sookh gaya, unhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki unhe turant 'hardon' kyun mehsoos ho raha hai.

"Hey Raj... apne doston ko hello bolo. Suman Aunty aur Kailash Uncle se milo," Papa ne ek darr se bhari awaaz mein kaha. Mummy turant piche hat gayin. Sameer ne Raj ki taraf ek kameeni muskurahat di aur kaha, "Kahan tha yaar tu... hum tujhe hi dhoond rahe the. Aao hamare saath baitho, Mummy ne bahut lazeez curry banayi hai".

Raj ne nazrein churaye huye kaha, "Hi Sameer bhaiya, hi Vikram... sorry meri tabiyat theek nahi hai, main bas hello bolne aaya tha. Mujhe bhook nahi hai." Suman ne Raj ki madad karte huye kaha, "Koi baat nahi beta, tum rest karo, hum phir kabhi mil lenge." Raj turant upar bhag gaya.

Mahaul aur ajeeb ho gaya jab Sameer ne Papa se kaha, "Uncle, zara Vikram ki plate mein curry daliye na." Bina Papa ko jawab dene ka mauka diye, usne Mummy aur Suman se kaha, "Aap dono bhi baithiye, sab saath mein dinner karenge".

Suman ne Sameer ka dimaag padh liya aur turant Kailash ke bagal mein baith gayi. Ab Mummy ke paas koi raasta nahi tha, unhe Suman aur Sameer ke beech mein baithna pada. Sameer ne Papa ki taraf ek thandi naza rdaali aur kaha, "Uncle, jaldi kijiye, Aunty logon ko bhi curry parosiye." Papa bina kuch kahe, sharam aur bebasi mein Vikram ki plate mein curry parosne lage.

Isi beech Sameer ne ek shararati muskurahat ke saath kaha, "In khoobsurat ladies ko chawal main serve karta hoon." Wo utha aur pehle Suman ki plate mein chawal dale. Jab wo Mummy ki taraf muda, toh Papa ka dil dhak se reh gaya. Sameer ke nylon shorts mein ek bada tent (erection) saaf dikh raha tha. Sameer ne aisa natak kiya jaise usey kuch pata hi nahi hai. Wo Mummy ke aur kareeb gaya, thoda aage jhuka aur apna crotch (private part) Mummy ke kandhe par zor se daba diya.

"Lijiye Aunty..." usne Mummy ke chehre ki taraf dekhte huye kaha. Papa ko samajh nahi aa raha tha ki wo kya karein. Unki aankhon ke samne ek gair mard unki patni ko gande tarike se chhoo raha tha. Unhone dekha ki Mummy ne apni nazrein niche kar li hain aur wo bas sar hila rahi hain—wo samajh chuki thin ki Sameer kya kar raha hai. Papa ko yeh dekh kar aur bhi sharam aayi ki unka khud ka badan is sab se excite ho raha tha. Sameer ki awaaz ne unhe hosh mein laya, "Uncle, serve kijiye na..." Papa ne jaldi se Mummy ko curry parosi aur apni seat par bhag gaye, unhe darr tha ki koi unka erection na dekh le.

Agle das minute tak drawing room mein sab log baatein kar rahe the aur chutkule suna rahe the, siwaye Mummy ke. Woh ek ajeeb dharam-sankat mein phansi hui thin. Sameer aur Suman ek-dusre ko dekh rahe the aur beech-beech mein bina kahe hi ishare kar rahe the. Sameer ne Suman ki taraf dekh kar aankh maari aur phir Mummy ki taraf mud gaya.

"Toh Aunty, yeh recipe aapki hai? Bahut meethi hai," Sameer ne bade hi naughty andaaz mein kaha aur dheere se apna baaya haath Mummy ki thal (thighs) par rakh diya. Jaise hi uski bhari aur khurduri hatheli Mummy ki thal se takrayi, unke poore badan mein ek jhatka sa laga aur ek shiver (comp) daud gayi. Ghabrahat mein unke chammach se chawal table par gir gaye. Unka muh jaise sil gaya ho, woh kuch bol nahi pa rahi thin.

Suman ne yeh turant notice kar liya. Usey pata tha ki Sameer table ke neeche kuch shararat kar raha hai. Usne tirchi nazron se dekha toh Sameer ka haath Mummy ki green kurti aur white leggings se dhaki thal par jam kar baitha tha. Mummy kursi par baithi thin, jis wajah se unka pichla hissa aur thal ka ubhaar Sameer ke haath ke liye bilkul wahan maujood tha. Sameer apni ungliyon se kurti ke niche Mummy ki panty line ko trace karne ki koshish kar raha tha.

Mummy ko woh gudgudi bardaasht nahi ho rahi thi, unhone apne hont kaat liye taaki koi awaaz bahar na nikal sake. Sameer unke chehre ke har ek expression ko bade gaur se dekh raha tha. Mummy ki taraf se koi virodh (resistance) na dekh kar Sameer ka hausla aur badh gaya. Usne curry se ek chicken leg piece uthaya aur bola, "Mujhe yeh fleshy aur juicy thighs bahut pasand hain, yeh sabse best part hota hai." Usne woh piece Mummy ke muh ke paas laya aur usey dhang se chaata (licked). "Ahh wow... maine bahut se chicken khaye hain par yeh sabse lazeez hai," usne kaha aur table ke neeche se apni hatheli se Mummy ki thal ko zor se daba (squeeze) diya.

"Ahh..." Mummy ke muh se ek gehri siski (moan) nikal gayi aur sab khana rok kar unhe dekhne lage. Unki aankhein adhi khuli thin aur chehra sharam se tamtama gaya tha. Unki saansein tez chal rahi thin. "Yeh... yeh thoda spicy hai," unhone nazrein churakar bahana banaya. Sameer ne ek kameeni muskurahat ke saath ek baar phir unki thal ko zor se dabaya aur haath peeche kheench liya. "Haan, spicy toh hai... mujhe spicy cheezein hi pasand hain... haina Suman Aunty? Uncle toh bade lucky hain jo roz ise taste kar sakte hain," usne wink karte huye kaha.

Mummy ka chehra aur unke expressions dekh kar Papa ko shak hone laga tha. Unhe pura yakeen tha ki table ke neeche Sameer kuch kar raha hai. Is khayal se hi Papa ko ek baar phir 'hardon' mehsoos hone laga aur unhone sharam ke maare apna haath niche karke usey chhupane ki koshish ki.

Suman ne dekha ki ab baat bigad sakti hai, toh usne has kar kaha, "Chalo ab sab haath dho lo... kafi der ho rahi hai aur Prakash ji aur Mummy ko jaldi sona hai." Sab log uthe aur haath dhokar drawing room mein aa gaye. Kailash aur Suman ne Mummy ko dinner ke liye shukriya kaha. Jate waqt Sameer ne Mummy ko ek baar phir aankh maari, par Mummy ne aisa natak kiya jaise unhone kuch dekha hi na ho.

Unke jate hi Mummy seedha kitchen mein bhagin taaki Papa se nazrein na milani padein. Woh itni kamzor mehsoos kar rahi thin ki unhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki aaj kya hua. Papa bahar gaye aur gate lock karke car se apna bag lekar bedroom mein aaye. Mummy tab tak kapde badal chuki thin aur ek pink cotton maxi pehan kar phone dekhne ka natak kar rahi thin, jaise unhe Papa ke aane ka pata hi na ho.

Papa (Prakash) ne jab dekha ki Mummy pink maxi mein phone chala rahi hain, toh unhone zor se elaan kiya, "Chalo, main zara naha kar aata hoon." Woh seedha bathroom mein dakhil ho gaye aur darwaza band kar liya. Bathroom ke andhere mein unka dimaag unhi tasveeron mein uljha hua tha jo unhone dinner table par dekhi thin. Mummy ki woh siski (moan) aur Sameer ka unhe grope karna—yeh sab soch kar Papa ka badan garmane laga. Unhone khud ko aaine mein dekha aur unhe apni halat par thodi sharam bhi aayi, par unka 'hardon' kam nahi ho raha tha.

Bathroom ke farsh par unhe wahi green kurti aur leggings dikhi jo Mummy ne dinner par pehni thi. Unhone usey uthaya aur uski mehak ko gehri saans lekar mehsoos kiya. Jaise hi unhone kurti ko thoda aur uthaya, unke pairon ke paas Mummy ki pink panty giri. Unhone hairat aur uttejna se usey dekha; panty ka nichla hissa puri tarah geela (soaked) ho chuka tha. Unki intuition sahi thi—unki bholi-bhali patni ko ek jawan stud (Sameer) ka woh "wild treatment" behad pasand aaya tha. Papa ne wahi panty apne chehre par rakhi aur Sameer ke us grope ko yaad karte huye bathroom ke farsh par hi apne aap ko release kar diya.

Naha kar bahar aane ke baad bhi Mummy lagatar phone par hi lagi thin. "Chalo light band karo, mujhe subah jaldi uthna hai," Papa ne kaha aur bedroom ki light off karke bed par let gaye.

"Good night dear," Papa ne kaha. "Good night, sweet dreams," Mummy ne ek halki muskurahat ke saath jawab diya.

Papa ne peeth pher li aur sone ka natak karne lage, par Mummy ki aankhon mein neend kahan thi? Woh bistar par karwatein badal rahi thin, unhe yakeen hi nahi ho raha tha ki aaj unke saath kya-kya hua hai. Raat ke 10:30 baj rahe the jab achanak unke smartphone ki 'beep' sunayi di—WhatsApp par ek naya message tha.

Mummy ne darrte-darrte Papa ki taraf dekha, woh so chuke the. Unhone dhire se message khola. Message Vikram ka tha: "Hello Aunty.. abhi tak jaagi hain..?". Mummy ke dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi, par unhone dhire-dhire reply type karna shuru kar diya.

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Jaise hi Prakash bathroom se bahar aaya, Prinsi abhi bhi mobile mein busy thi. "Chalo light off kar dete hain. Mujhe subah jaldi uthna hai.." usne bedroom ki light band kar di aur bed par let gaya. Bedroom lamp ki halki thandi roshni kamre mein phaili hui thi.

"Good night dear.." Prakash ne Prinsi se kaha. "Good night, sweet dreams.." usne muskuraate huye jawab diya.

Prakash ne Prinsi ki taraf peeth kar li aur bed sheet odh li. Lekin Prinsi ko abhi bhi neend nahi aa rahi thi. Usse abhi bhi yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki jo hua wo sach tha ya nahi. Woh neend ke liye tarap rahi thi aur bed par karvatein badal rahi thi. Usne ghadi dekhi, raat ke 10:30 baj rahe the. 

Achanak uske smartphone par ek beep hui, WhatsApp par ek naya message aaya tha.


"Hello Aunty.. abhi tak jaag rahi hain..?" Prinsi ne Prakash ki taraf dekha, wo pehle hi so chuka tha. Usne dheere se reply type karna shuru kiya.




Vikram dinner ko lekar puri tarah se niraash tha. Har cheez mein Sameer us par bhaari pad raha tha, chahe wo dressing ho ya Prinsi ke saath baatein karna aur moves maarna. Uske ghar se laut-te waqt wo bahut kam bola. Aaj wo Prinsi ka bilkul bhi dhyaan apni taraf nahi khinch paya tha. Wo puri tarah Sameer mein khoi hui thi. Sameer ko itna excited dekh kar usse gussa aa raha tha. Sameer pure raste apne adventure ki baatein haank raha tha.

"Tujhe pata hai, maine lagbhag usse touch kar hi liya tha. Wo kutiya sharma rahi thi jab maine apna lund us par press kiya.." Sameer bike ke peeche baithe huye excitement mein Vikram ke kandhe par thapki maar raha tha.

"Madarchod bas kar.. mera balance bigad jayega.." Vikram ko uski jeet ki baatein sunne mein koi interest nahi tha.

"Haha.. tu jal raha hai mere bhai.." Sameer zor se hasa. "Chup kar saale.. utar ab, tera ghar aa gaya." Vikram ne ek bade gate ke samne bike rok di.

"Hey, tu andar nahi aa raha?" Sameer heraan tha jab Vikram ne aisa kiya. Roz toh wo aadhi raat tak hi nikalta tha. "Hume aaj celebrate karna chahiye... dude" Sameer ka din khatam karne ka koi mood nahi tha.

"Nahi mujhe neend aa rahi hai. Tu dekh le.. mujhe rest chahiye." Aur bina kuch kahe Vikram ne accelerator dabaya aur waha se nikal gaya.
Vikram college hostel mein hi reh raha tha. Uske parents Dubai mein kaam karne wale ameer NRIs the. Unhone apne bete ko achhi education ke liye Kerala bheja tha. Unhone kafi zyada donation dekar uske liye ek management seat kharidi thi. Vikram ko gate se andar aate dekh uske batchmates uski taraf daude. "Hey man.. dinner kaisa tha hume bhi batao.. waha kya-kya hua.."

Wo muskuraaya, "Main bahut thak gaya hoon dosto.. sab kuch kal bataunga. Jao aur so jao bacho," usne ek mazaakiya lehje mein kaha. Usne apne aas-paas ke ladkon ki aankhon mein jalan dekhi. Wo apni bechari halat unhe nahi dikhana chahta tha. Unhe lagne do ki maine enjoy kiya. Wo bina kisi aur sawal ka jawab diye apne kamre mein ghusa aur darwaza andar se band kar liya. Usne gusse mein blue plastic ke kachre ke dibbe ko laat maari. Trash paper aur plastic bags har taraf udne lage. Wo lakdi ke double bed par let gaya. Usne apne joote tak utaarne ki zehmat nahi ki.

Usne apna mobile khola aur dinner ke dauran li gayi photos dekhne laga. Aaj ki sham bas yahi ek achhi cheez hui thi. Uske paas Prinsi ki kayi poses mein photos thi jo usne chupke se living room aur kitchen mein li thi. Uski aankhein ek photo par tik gayi jaha wo paani bhar rahi thi, leggings mein uski thig*s (jaanghein) dekh kar usne apne private part ko touch kiya.

Usse apni tension release karni thi, usne apni girlfriend ko call karne ka socha. Achanak usse yaad aaya ki usne shop register se Prinsi ka number save kiya tha. Usne WhatsApp par search kiya, wo wahi thi. Agle hi pal wo message type kar raha tha.

"Hello Aunty.. abhi tak jaag rahi hain?" Uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usiki aankhein screen par tiki hui thi, aur uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi jab usne dekha ki wo (Prinsi) reply type kar rahi hai.

Prinsi ne send karne se pehle ek baar phir Prakash ko check kiya. "Hello.. nahi.. bas koshish kar rahi hoon.." Prakash ke kharrate sunne ke baad usne send button daba diya.

"Hey Aunty, main Vikram hoon, umeed hai aapko yaad hoga..?"

"Haan main jaanti hoon Vikram.." Prinsi ne pehle hi uski profile pic check kar li thi aur uski photo dekhne ke baad hi jawab diya tha.

"Dinner ke liye thank you aunty.. bahut swadisht tha.."

"You are welcome Vikram..?"

"Toh kya kar rahi hain Aunty..?" Vikram bahut tezi se type kar raha tha. Usne darwaze par kisi ke khatkhatane ki awaaz suni. "Bhaiyo mujhe thoda rest karne do, kal baat karenge." Is rukawat se wo kafi gusse mein tha.

"Kuch nahi bas sone ki koshish kar rahi hoon.." usne ab Prinsi ka message screen par flashing hote dekha.

"Uncle kahan hain.. so gaye kya?" Ye type karte waqt uski heart beat badh gayi.

"Hmmm.." wahan se bas ek shabd ka jawab aaya.

"Ahh sorry for you.. ☹️" ye jaan kar wo excited ho gaya ki Prakash so chuka hai.

"Wo kaam se thak gaye the na.." Prinsi ka jawab turant aaya.

"Lekin phir bhi.. unhe aapse pehle nahi sona chahiye tha..? boring hai na.."

"Oh mujhe iski aadat hai dear.. ☹️" [Vikram ne socha: ahh ye toh khul rahi hai yaar!]

"Toh hamare jaane ke baad aapne kya kiya..?" usne utsukta (curiosity) se type kiya.

"Kuch nahi bas gandi plates sink mein rakhi aur sone chali gayi.."

"Toh aapne bath nahi liya ya dress change nahi ki..?" usne ek naughty smile ke saath send kiya.

"Haha.. maine dress change ki hai." Prinsi ne muskurate huye jawab diya.

"Haha.. sote waqt dress na pehenna hi behtar hai?" ye type karte waqt usne apne private part ko touch kiya. Usne gallery kholi aur phir se kitchen wali photo mein uski thig*s (jaanghein) dekh kar maze lene laga.

"You naughty..?" Vikram ka message dekh kar Prinsi sharma gayi.

"Toh agar aapko bura na lage, kya aap mujhe apni ek photo bhej sakti hain...?" usne apni kismat aazmane ka faisla kiya.

"Hey Vikram, main abhi bed mein hoon..." Prinsi thodi jhijhak rahi thi.

"Please Aunty... bas ek selfie le kar mujhe bhej do na... bas selfie na... aur kuch nahi... please Aunty."

Prinsi ne Prakash ko check karne ke liye apne aas-paas dekha. Pata nahi kyun dinner ka asar abhi tak gaya nahi tha, wo uske bure iradon ko jaanti thi, phir bhi inkaar nahi kar pa rahi thi. Usne camera khola aur ek photo lekar Vikram ko bhej di.

Photo dekhte hi Vikram ka lund action mein aa gaya. Prinsi bed par peeth ke bal leti hui thi, Prakash ki peeth bhi side mein dikh rahi thi. Uske baal takiye par khule huye phaili huye the. Uske chubby cheeks laal aur thode oily the. Uske puffy hont geele aur juicy the. Us pink cotton nightie ki chhoti sleeves uske fleshy shoulder aur upper arm ko expose kar rahi thi. Gol gala koi cleavage nahi dikha raha tha, lekin uske gol curvy bosoms (uroj) puri tarah nazar aa rahe the. Uska mangal sutra uske gol globes ke beech se hokar ja raha tha. Nightie ki neckline se shuru hone wali chhoti pleats uske breasts ke oval shape ko compliment kar rahi thi.

"Thank you Aunty? ... Kya aapke paas headset hai aunty?"

"Hmmm..." us ek shabd ke jawab se wo samajh gaya ki iska kya matlab hai. Jaise aage badhne ki permission mil gayi ho.

"Kya hum thodi der baat kar sakte hain Aunty... type karte-karte meri ungliyan dard kar rahi hain...?"

"Ahh abhi raat hai na Vikram.. agar koi sun lega toh.."

"Ahh kaun sunega Aunty, Uncle toh so rahe hain na... please Aunty.."

Usse wahan se koi jawab nahi mila. Usne kuch minute intezaar kiya aur audio call button daba diya. Doosri taraf ghanti bajne lagi.

Prinsi ne Prakash ki taraf dekha, wo gehri neend mein tha. Usne screen par answer button dheere se dabaya. "Hello.." Jab usne doosri taraf se husk*y sound suna toh uske jism mein ek siharan daud gayi.

"Hello Aunty.. thank you.." Usne apna right hand neeche kiya aur dheere se apni jeans unbuckle kar di.

"Hmmm..." doosri taraf se ek naram awaaz aayi. Usne dheere se apni jeans apne ghutnon tak neeche sarka di.

"Dinner ke liye thank you Aunty, wo bahut swadisht tha.." usne undies (kachhe) par apna lund press kiya. Usne apni ungliyon par undies ke upar precum feel kiya jaise hi usne undie*s neeche sarkayi.

"It's okay Vikram.. ye bas restaurant se tha.." wo microphone ke zariye dheere se bol rahi thi, beech-beech mein Prakash ko ghoor rahi thi.

"Kya uncle abhi bhi so rahe hain Aunty..?" usne photo ki taraf dekhte huye pucha. Usne breast*s wale portion ko dekhne ke liye zoom kiya.

"Hmmm.." usne saans lene ki awaazon ke saath halka sa jawab suna.

"Ahh sorry Aunty.. kya aap bore nahi hoti Aunty.. aap is nightie mein bahut beautiful lag rahi hain Aunty.."

"Thank you Vikram.." use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki aur kya kahe.

Wo zoomed photo mein nightie ke niche breasts ko cover karti hui safed bra ko dekh paa raha tha. Usne apna lund sahlana (stroking) shuru kar diya. "Kya aap raat mein hamesha nightie hi pehenti hain Aunty..?" uski saansein bhari hone lagi thin. Prinsi uski tez aur aniyamit (irregular) saanson ki awaaz sun paa rahi thi.

"Zyadatar waqt.."

Vikram screen ko apne honton ke paas laya aur photo mein uske boso*ms par kiss kiya.

"Abhi kya kar rahi hain Aunty..?" uski awaaz dabi ja rahi thi.. uski taangon ke beech tension badhti ja rahi thi. "Kuch nahi.." Prinsi ko ehsaas tha ki doosri taraf kya ho raha hai, lekin wo masoom banne ka naatak kar rahi thi.

"Kya aap jaanti hain main kya kar raha hoon Aunty..?" wo zor-zor se saansein le raha tha. Wo tezi se apna lund sehla raha tha.

"Hmmm.." doosri taraf se ek naram awaaz aayi. Wo ab aur bardasht nahi kar paa raha tha. "Kya aap dekhna chahti hain Aunty..?" uska gala phir se bhar aaya.. ye jaankar ki wo jaanti hai ki wo kya kar raha hai, wo pagal ho raha tha. Usne karahna (moaning) shuru kiya "ahh".

"Hell noo..." Prinsi ne headset ki awaaz kam kar di kyunki awaaz bahar nikal rahi thi.

"Love you Aunty.. ahhh" Wo ab khud ko rok nahi paya aur ek tez aah ke saath usne sab apni chhati par spray kar diya.

"Thank you Aunty.. love you.. kya aap sure hain ki aap ise dekhna nahi chahti..?" usne use chhedte huye kaha. "Vikram.. tum ek number ke tharki (pervert) ho." wo khilkhila kar hasi.

"Utna ganda nahi jitni tum ho Prinsi.. umeed hai main tumse roz baat kar sakta hoon.. unhe disturb mat karna, unhe roz waqt par sone dena.."

"Chee.. naughty.. goodnight Vikram.." wo ab baat ko aage nahi badhana chahti thi. Usne notice kiya ki wo ab thoda dominant ho raha tha.

"Good night Dirty Prinsi.. kal baat karte hain.." ye sunte hi usne call disconnect kar di. AC mein bhi use kafi pasina aa raha tha.

Vikram ke chehre par ek shatir muskuraahat thi. Usse apni kismat par yakeen nahi ho raha tha. Din bhar ki uski saari niraasha ab khatam ho chuki thi. Usne Sameer ko ek message type kiya.. "Saala, Kutta, Kamina, main game mein andar hoon.. ?"

Doosri taraf, Prinsi ko abhi bhi neend nahi aa rahi thi. Wo bed par idhar-udhar karvatein badal rahi thi. Usne niraasha ke saath apne pati (Prakash) ki taraf dekha.

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Prinsi ko neend bahut der se aayi. Wo saari raat bed par karvatein badalti rahi. Jab wo agle din uthi toh Prakash pehle se hi restaurant ke liye taiyaar ho raha tha. Usne subah ka alarm tak nahi suna. Sunti bhi kaise, wo kal ki baaton aur ghatnaon se bahut thak chuki thi.

"Good Morning dear.." Prakash ne use jaagte dekh wish kiya. "Good Morning Dear.." Prinsi ne dhire se jawab diya, uski aankhein bhari thi. Usne apni aankhein kholi toh tez roshni uski aankhon mein chubhi. Usne turant apni aankhein band kar li. Usne uthte waqt pehle kabhi itni kamzori mehsoos nahi ki thi.

"Dear mujhe nikalna hoga, subah ke 6 baj chuke hain. Kya kuch jaldi se khane ke liye mil sakta hai?" "Ahh mujhe 5 minute do dear.." usne angdai li aur dhire se uthi.

"Kya hua dear.. kal raat soyi nahi kya..?" Prakash ne masoom banne ka natak kiya halanki use thoda andaza tha ki wo kal raat kyun nahi so payi hogi. Use laga ki shayad Sameer ke saath jo hua us wajah se wo so nahi payi.

"Haan thoda late ho gaya tha.. weekend hai na toh thak gayi thi.. Kya omelet aur black coffee chalega?" usne turant topic badal diya. Wo kal raat ki baaton ko lekar kafi confused thi. Wo samajh nahi paa rahi thi ki uska mood kaisa hai, Guilty (gunahgaar)? ya Elevated (kafi high)? lekin wo dukhi toh bilkul nahi thi. Usne apna chehra dhoya aur niche kitchen ki taraf bhagi.

Jab tak Prakash ne taiyaar hona khatam kiya, Prinsi uske liye coffee aur omelet bana chuki thi. "Tumhe mujhe pehle bula lena chahiye tha dear.." wo breakfast lekar dining table par aayi. Dining table par pahunchte hi kal ki saari baatein uske dimaag mein flashes ki tarah aane lagi. 

Prakash thik usi jagah baitha tha jahan kal Sameer baitha tha. Uska dil phir se zor se dhadakne laga.

"Kya tum ab thik mehsoos kar rahi ho dear..?" Prakash ne uske chehre ki taraf dekha. Wo uski bhari aankhein dekh sakta tha, lekin wo khush aur shaant dikh rahi thi, shayad thodi excited bhi.

"Main bilkul thik hoon dear.. meri chinta mat karo." Wo aage jhuki aur uske gaal par kiss kiya. Prakash puri tarah se hairan reh gaya; pichle kuch saalon mein usne aisa kabhi nahi kiya tha. Wo aaj ek alag hi mood mein lag rahi thi. Wo turant use koi jawab nahi de paya. Usne khud ko kosa jab usne dekha ki wo gandi plates se bhari sink ki taraf ja rahi hai. Use niraash hona chahiye tha. Lekin uski hairani ka thikana nahi raha jab usne dekha ki wo bartan dhote waqt ek Hindi item number gunguna rahi thi aur gaane ki dhun par apni kamar (waist) dhire-dhire hila rahi thi. Uske gol hip cheeks dhun ke saath upar-niche ho rahe the. Koi nahi keh sakta tha ki ye wahi Prinsi hai jo kafi kamzor thi aur Sameer se dari hui thi (ya kya wo sach mein dari thi?).

"Theek hai dear main nikal raha hoon, main bahar se darwaza lock kar dunga.." Prakash ne apna breakfast khatam karke kaha. Wo Prinsi ko uske kaam karne se rokna nahi chahta tha.

"Thank you.. love you dear.." ["Wow ye toh kafi achhe mood mein hai. Kuch hi ghanton mein kitna badlav."] Usne uski taraf hath hilaya aur bahar se darwaza band kar diya.

Bartan dhone mein usse lagbhag ek ghanta lag gaya. Usne ghadi ki taraf dekha, subah ke 7:30 baj chuke the. Raj abhi tak nahi utha tha. Wo tezi se upar gayi, Raj ke bedroom ka darwaza andar se band tha. Usne darwaza khatkhataya. "Hey Raj.. kya tum abhi tak so rahe ho. Utho beta.. tumhe class ke liye deri ho jayegi."

Raj pehle se hi jaag raha tha. Lekin wo Prinsi ka samna karne mein bahut sharm mehsoos kar raha tha. Mobile store wale haadse ke baad dono ne kabhi dhang se baat nahi ki thi. Wo jab se utha tha tab se bed par hi baitha tha. Uthne ke baad sabse pehla kaam usne apna phone on karne ka kiya. Usne dekha ki Facebook par uske liye bahut saare notifications aaye the. Bahut saari friendship requests thi. Zyadatar uske college seniors ki thi. Sameer ne group mein jo photo post ki thi, uske niche saikdon comments the jo dinner ki updates maang rahe the. Dastak sunte hi usne jaldi se app band kar diya.

"Main jaag gaya hoon mom.. jaldi taiyaar ho jaunga... aap abhi ja sakti hain" wo apni maa ka samna nahi karna chahta tha. Post ke niche kuch comments padhne ke baad wo unki aankhon mein aankhein daal kar dekhne ke kaabil nahi tha.

Jaise hi wo apne bag-pack ke saath dining room mein aaya, Prinsi ka samna karne ki uski saari tension khatam ho gayi. Table par pehle se hi uski favourite Idli aur Sambar rakha tha. Prinsi ne kitchen se muskuraate huye uska swagat kiya.

"Good Morning dear..."

"Good Morning Mom.." Usne thodi himmat jutayi aur unke chehre ki taraf dekha. Wo khush dikh rahi thi, aisa lag raha tha jaise unhe kal ki baaton ka kuch yaad hi nahi. Unhe rozana se zyada khush dekh kar usne rahat ki saans li.

"Idli bahut badhiya thi mom... main ab nikal raha hoon.. bye mom.." Wo jitni jaldi ho sake ghar se nikalna chahta tha. Ghar mein sirf mom ke saath rehna uske liye ab bardasht ke bahar tha. Unke saath akele hona thoda awkward lag raha tha.

"Raj beta ek minute ruko" Prinsi ne use beech mein hi rok diya. Wo kitchen se daudti hui wapas aayi. Usne TV stand se ek envelope uthaya.

"Beta ye Vikram ko de dena, mera ID proof aur Photo.. kal, wo ye lena bhool gaye the." wo thodi der ruki. Phir halki awaaz mein boli.."Sirf 
Vikram ko hi dena.." Ye kehte waqt unki aankhein idhar-udhar ghum rahi thi.

Raj ke hath se envelope lagbhag girne hi wala tha, uske dimaag ko ye baat hazam karne mein kuch seconds lage. Usse apni aankhon par yakeen nahi ho raha tha, uski mom sharma (blushing) rahi thi. Unke gaal laal the. Wo thik se eye contact nahi kar paa rahi thi. Envelope pakadte waqt uske hath kaanp rahe the. Usne sar hilaya aur bahar nikal gaya. Gate ke aage nikalne ke baad usne ek baar peeche mudkar dekha. Prinsi darwaze par khadi muskuraate huye usiki taraf dekh rahi thi. Wo phone mein kuch type kar rahi thi.

Vikram, Sameer ke saath apni class ke bahar ladkon ke ek group ke saath khada tha. Har koi dinner ke baare mein sunna chahta tha aur dono hi unhe thodi-thodi baatein bata kar chhed rahe the. Achanak Vikram ka phone beep hua.

'One message from Slutty Mom' us par likha tha. Ye Prinsi ka message tha. Wo muskuraaya aur group se thoda side hat gaya. Wo thoda niraash tha ki Prinsi ne uske subah ke 'good morning' ka jawab nahi diya tha. Usne message khola.

"Good Morning Naughty ?.. Neend kaisi aayi ? ?? mera phone number port karwa dena.. Proof Raj ke paas hai ?"

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Vikram wo message aur uski tone dekh kar kaafi excited ho gaya tha. Aisa lag raha tha ki usey baat karna pasand aa raha hai. Uska aaj class attend karne ka koi plan nahi tha. Wo abhi basketball practice karke aa raha tha. Usne ek yellow jersey ke saath sleeveless t-shirt aur shorts pehni hui thi.

"Naughty boy abhi gehri neend mein hai, lagta hai kal raat kaafi thak gaya tha?" Ye type karte waqt uske chehre par ek shararati muskan thi.

"Oh, wo abhi tak nahi jaga.. so sad.. ?" Prinsi ne ye type karte hue andar chalkar darwaza band kar liya.

"Kya tum chahti ho main usey abhi jaga doon.. ?"

"Oh nahi, usey sone do, main kisi ki neend kharab nahi karna chahti.. Bechaara kamzor ladka." Uske hothon par ek naughty smile aa gayi. Wo sofa par baith kar peeche ki taraf jhuk gayi aur apne pair upar karne ke liye recliner ko adjust kiya.

"Nahi dear, wo double strong hai, wo bas aaj ki raat ke liye taiyari kar raha hai." Wo Men’s Toilet ke paas corridor mein khada tha. Wo deewar ke sahare jhuka aur dheere se apne kapdon ko adjust karne laga.

"Oh, aaj raat aisa kya hone wala hai? Kya wo hamesha night shift mein hi hota hai?"

"Wo koi bhi shift kar sakta hai. Wo kaafi flexible hai. Kal usne ek online service di thi aur client ko kaafi impress kiya. Isliye, aaj raat ke liye bhi uski service book ho chuki hai." Usey ab apne shorts ke andar thodi bechaini mehsoos hone lagi thi. Usne aas-paas nazar ghumayi, smartphone ki clock mein subah ke 09:15 ho rahe the, classes shayad shuru ho chuki thi isliye wahan koi nahi tha.

"Hmm, kya tumhe yakeen hai ki usey uski performance ki wajah se hire kiya gaya hai, ya phir shayad aaj ke liye usey koi aur service wala nahi mila?" Ye type karte waqt wo apne hothon ko daanto se daba rahi thi.

"Usey poora bharosa hai ki uski service bahut hi zabardast thi. Wo high class aur low-class dono tarah ke clients ko service dene mein experienced hai. Aisa laga jaise purana service wala uske liye thik nahi tha."

Tabhi corridor mein kisi ke tezi se sidhiyon se chalne ki aawaz gunji. Agle hi kuch seconds mein Raj corridor mein dikhayi diya. Vikram ko dekh kar Raj ek pal ke liye ruka. Vikram ne usey dekhte hi paas aane ka ishara kiya. Jab Raj, Vikram ke paas aakar khada hua toh wo poora paseene mein tar-batar tha.

"Oh sach mein, wo kis tarah ki services offer karta hai.." Prinsi ko ab andar se ek ajeeb si halchal mehsoos ho rahi thi.

"Wo bahut tarah ki services deta hai, kal oil change aur lubrication tha." Wo Raj ko apni mobile screen nahi dikha raha tha. "Tumhe itni der kyun ho gayi Sameer.." Vikram ne ek tedhi muskan ke saath pucha. Raj koi jawab nahi de paya.

"Oh agar tumne service pehle hi kar di hai toh aaj dobara kyun kar rahe ho?" Screen par phir se message pop-up hua.

"Oh ye toh 1984 ka model hai, kaafi waqt se iski service nahi hui. Lagta hai pichle paanch-che saalon se koi oil change nahi hua hai. In-house technician toh bilkul bekaar hai.. isliye ise dobara full speed mein lane ke liye regular maintenance ki zaroorat hai." Vikram ke shorts ke upar se uski mardangi ab saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Usne bina kisi sharam ke apne baayein hath se usey pakad liya. Raj ye dekh kar bilkul sunn reh gaya, uske paas koi shabd nahi bache the.

"Usey kaise pata chala ki pichle paanch saalon se oil change nahi hua.. kya tumne iski jaanch ki hai.. ?" phone phir se baja.

"Jaanch karne ki zaroorat nahi hai.. wo kisi bhi machine ko bas kareeb se dekh kar hi samajh jata hai. Experience hai madam. Ek purane service dene wale par shakk mat kijiye.. ise wapas full performance mein lane ke liye lagatar service chahiye." Usey pata tha ki Raj uske ubhaar ko ghur raha hai. Shorts ke patle kapde se uski lambai aur motai saaf pata chal rahi thi. Raj ne bina soche samjhe apne sookhe hothon par zabaan pheri. 

Vikram ne aankh maarte huye phir se usey upar se hi dabaya.

"Oh aisa hai kya.. ye toh kaafi impressive hai. Kya usne ye sab tumhe bataya.. kya wo ab jag gaya hai?" Screen par ek naya message chamka.

"Haan wo ab jag gaya hai.. aur tumhe good morning keh raha hai.. ?"

"Oh wah.. meri taraf se usey good day wish kar dena.. ab mujhe kitchen mein thoda kaam hai.. aaj raat ke liye good luck, umeed hai wo usey hire kar legi." Prinsi ne recliner ko wapas normal position mein kiya aur khadi ho gayi.

"Hey madam, jaaiye mat, ek minute.. wo aapse kuch pooch raha hai..."

"Oh sach, wo kya pooch raha hai.. wo toh abhi jaga hai na.. ?"

"Wo keh raha hai ki wo aapke liye ek machine ki free jaanch kar sakta hai.. bas usey uski ek full photo chahiye.. wo aapko bata dega ki kin-kin services ki zaroorat hai." Wo ek tedhi muskan ke saath Raj ke thoda aur kareeb aa gaya.

"Hmm.. mujhe dekhne do agar yahan aisi koi machine hai jo kaafi waqt se use nahi hui.." Prinsi ye bhejte waqt dheere-dheere hass rahi thi.

Jab kuch minutes tak koi jawab nahi aaya, toh Vikram ne apna hath Raj ke kandhe par rakha. "Mere saath aao chalo.." wo sidhiyon se niche utra aur college hostel ki taraf chalne laga. Chalte waqt wo baar-baar bechaini se apna phone check kar raha tha. Koi aur rasta na hone ki wajah se Raj bhi uske saath ho liya.

"Andar aao Raj.." Vikram ne kamre mein enter hote huye kaha. Hostel us waqt lagbhag khali tha. Raj ke andar aate hi usne darwaza band kar diya.

"Baitho yaar..." usne bed ki taraf ishara kiya. Vikram uske theek saamne khada ho gaya. Raj ki nazrein jaise hi Vikram ke shorts par bane us bade se ubhaar par padi, usne apni aankhein band kar li. Vikram zor se hasa aur aankh maari.. "tumhe pasand aaya na?" Usne phone bed par phenka aur Raj ke saamne hi apni sakhti ko dheere se dabane laga.

Prinsi dheere se dining aur living room ke paas wale washing area ke aaine ke saamne gayi. Wo mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Uske dhile-dhale pink nighty ke andar se uske badan ke ubhaar saaf jhalak rahe the. Wo thoda ghoomi, nighty ke neeche pehni underskirt ne uske curves ko chipa rakha tha. Uske hothon par ek shararati muskan aayi aur usne dheere se apni underskirt ki ganth khol di. Safed cotton ki wo underskirt uske ghutno tak gir gayi. Wo usse bahar nikal aayi aur aaine mein phir se apne badan ko niharne lagi. Nighty ab uske curves ko poori tarah dikha rahi thi. Ek naughty smile ke saath, usne apni nighty ko peeche se thoda andar ki taraf daba diya taaki shape aur ubhar kar aaye. Apne is look se satisfied hokar, usne smartphone ke camera mein timer mode on kiya aur usey dining table par tika diya. Camera ne uski back aur side se kai saari pics click ki. Wo ghoomi aur dheere se apni nighty ka upar wala hook khol diya aur kuch aur pics li.

Vikram ka mobile baja. "Wo message kholo Raj.. kaun hai?" Usne bed par pade phone ki taraf ishara kiya aur ek kamini muskan di.

Raj ne phone uthaya. 'New messages from slutty mom'. Wahan ek lambi chat chal rahi thi jiske end mein lagbhag che photos thi. Wo kisi B-grade actress ki tarah lag rahi thi. Jab Raj ne un pics ko poori tarah dekha, toh uske shareer mein ek thartharahat si daud gayi. Wo jhat se bed se uth khada hua. Wo bas phati aankhon se unhe dekhta reh gaya. Usey apni aankhon par yakeen nahi ho raha tha, ye Prinsi thi, uski apni seedhi-saadhi mummy. Uske dimaag mein unki wahi sharmili surat ghoomne lagi.

"Kya naughty, tumhari jaanch ke liye itna kaafi hai..? mujhe results batao" screen par ek aur message pop-up hua.

"Kaun hai Raj.. mujhe dikhao.." Vikram uske paas aaya aur uske hath se phone cheen liya. Usne images par click kiya. "Ahh Prinsi.. saali kutiya.." 

Usne pehli pic zoom ki. Usey black panty ki line saaf dikh rahi thi jahan nighty phasi hui thi.

"Ahh ye dekh bhai.." usne wo photo Raj ke saamne kar di. "Kya maal hai.. teri mom.." Usne apni ungliyan us panty line par pheri. Usne agli pic kholi. Uska cleavage saaf dikh raha tha jahan se white bra jhalak rahi thi. Vikram ne apni sakhti ko zor se dabaya. "Aree wah..." wo zor se karaaha aur phir se khud ko dabane laga.

"Aaj ke liye itna kaafi hai saali.. ye poori tarah jag chuka hai aur abhi jaanch kar raha hai.." ye type karte hue usne dheere se apne shorts ghutno tak niche gira diye.

"Ahh uske hoth toh dekh.. ahh.. main apna ye inke beech mein dekhna chahta hoon.." Vikram, Raj ki taraf ghooma. Wo gehri saansein le raha tha aur uska shirt paseene se bhig chuka tha. Vikram ki nazar niche gayi. Usne jab Raj ke pants ke andar halchal dekhi, toh wo zor se hansne laga.

"Saale, tera toh khada ho gaya.." Raj kuch kadam peeche hata. "Nahi-nahi.."

"Mujhe dekhne de.." Vikram usey chhodne ke mood mein nahi tha. "Mujhe dekhne de.." Wo uski taraf badha.

"Nahi yaar please.." Raj ne minnat ki.

"Theek hai toh phir tum mujhe check kyun nahi karne de rahe?" Vikram muskuraya.

"Nahi please.. mujhe jaane do.." Raj phir se peeche hata. Par apni uttejna ko chipane ki uski saari koshish bekaar ja rahi thi.

"Theek hai, agar tera khada nahi hua hai toh main tujhe chhod dunga. Lekin agar tu jhoot bol raha hai, toh tujhe meri madad karni hogi release hone mein.." Vikram ne Raj ke kandhe par hath rakh kar ye kaha. Raj ne sharmindagi ke maare apni nazrein niche jhuka li.

Ek chalaak muskan ke saath, Vikram ne Raj ke kandhon ko zor se dabaya aur usey apne ghutno ke bal baithne par majboor kar diya. Raj ne apni aankhein band kar li jab usne apne chehre ke theek saamne white underwear ke andar wo bada sa ubhaar dekha. Underwear ka beech ka hissa poori tarah geela ho chuka tha. Ek ajeeb si teekhi gandh Raj ki naakon tak pahunchi.

"Taiyaar saale..?" Vikram ne Raj ka sir pakda aur usey apne crotch ki taraf dhakela.

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Vikram ka wo response dekh kar Prinsi ko apni thighs ke beech ek thartharahat mehsoos hui. Uske poore badan mein rongte khade ho gaye. Usne apni aankhein band ki aur apna daya hath apni thighs ke beech rakha, aur dining table se peeth tika kar dheere se dabane lagi.

"DING DING"

Achanak hui is aawaz ne usey jhanjhor kar rakh diya. Usne apni aankhein kholi. Door bell baj rahi thi. Wo tezi se saansein le rahi thi kyunki uska wo sukoon wala pal beech mein hi toot gaya tha. Door bell phir se baji. Koi darwaze par tha. Wo apni saanson ko kabu karne ki koshish kar rahi thi par nakamyab rahi.

Tabhi mobile bajne laga. Screen par "Suman Didi Calling" ka notification pop-up hua. Usne hichkichate hue 'accept' button slide kiya. "Prinsi, dear kahan ho tum..? main bahar hoon.. please darwaza kholo.."

"Oh sure Didi.. main bas andar hi hoon.." Wo darwaze ki taraf bhagi, ye bhool kar ki kamre ke andar kya haalat hai. Uska skirt dining room aur living room ke beech farsh par pada tha. Darwaze ke bahar Ramesh (60), jo ek retired colonel aur Residence Association ke secretary the, Suman ke saath besabri se intezar kar rahe the.

[ROXIKA]

Yesterday : Venue - New City Club

"Is sher ki zanjeerein kab ki toot chuki hain, ek pinjre mein band, zakhmi sher ab shikaar ke liye aazaad hai." Ramesh ne apna aadha khali whisky ka glass uthate hue elaan kiya. Uske aas-paas khade group ne zor se cheers kiya. Uske baayein pocket mein uska mobile vibrate hone laga.

Apni zindagi ko poori tarah jeena—Colonel Ramesh ke liye bas yahi ek cheez maayne rakhti thi. Unhe ek pal ke liye bhi afsos nahi tha jab unhe moral grounds par service se voluntary retirement lene ke liye majboor kiya gaya tha. Unke liye, unke jaise mard sirf duniya ke saare maze lootne ke liye paida huye hain. Jab wo apne parivaar ke saath apni pushtaini property mein settle huye, tab bhi unka andaz nahi badla.

"Ladies aur gentlemen, ek minute ke liye maafi chahunga. Zaruri call hai.." unhone group ko bataya jaise hi mobile screen par 'Suman Calling' dikha. Unhone ek hi ghoot mein glass khatam kiya. "Sunil." unhone bearer ki taraf ishara kiya. Ek naujawan ladka, jo mushkil se tees saal ka hoga, bhagta hua unke paas aaya. "Mere liye smoking ka intezam karo." Wo tehalte hue smoking area ki taraf nikal gaye.

"Hey Suman, good evening? Sab thik?" Unki aawaz mein thoda utsah tha. Suman aam taur par is waqt call nahi karti thi.

"Good evening Rameshji.. shaam ke maze le rahe hain?" Suman phone par dheere se hasi.

"Maze kya.. tumhare menu mein koi badlav nahi hai na.."

"Kya hoga agar main kahun ki hum apne menu mein ek naya dish add karne ja rahe hain.. aisa dish jo un sab se behtar hai jo tumne ab tak chakhis hain."

"Tum ye kaise keh sakti ho ki wo zyada swadisht hoga.. pehle mujhe chakhna toh padega na..?" Ramesh ne Sunil ko rukne ka ishara kiya aur cigar ka pack khola.

"Ha-ha, bas apna WhatsApp check kijiye.." Suman ne ek shararati hansi ke saath call kaat diya.

Ramesh ne Sunil ko cigar jalane ka ishara kiya. Unhone message khola aur pictures dekhne lage. Do minute ki recording dekh kar unki aankhein chamak uthi. Mangalsutra ka nichla hissa cleavage ke beech gehrai mein gira dekh kar unke hothon par ek shararati muskan aa gayi.

"Kutiya ko mera taste pata hai." Ramesh ne Sunil ki taraf dekha. Sunil ne sharmindagi mein apni nazrein screen se hata li. Ramesh muskuraye.

"Kya Shalini ke maa-baap abhi bhi ghar par hain?" unhone Sunil ki taraf dekha.

"Nahi sir, wo pichle hafte chale gaye." Uske bolne ka tareeka kaafi dheema tha.

"Ahh.. tumne mujhe bataya nahi Sunil." Ramesh ne apni badi hatheli Sunil ke kandhe par rakhi aur seedha uski aankhon mein dekha. "Kya tumhara bacha aajkal raat ko sota hai?" Sunil ki taraf se koi jawab na milne par unhone uske kandhe ko halka sa dabaya. Sunil ne bas apna sir haan mein hila diya.

"Ahh, uske liye toh achha hi hai. Usey thoda relax hone ki zaroorat hai na," Ramesh ruka. "Usey kehna ki aaj raat uske bache se milne uncle aa rahe hain." Unhone aankh maari. Sunil ne sharm ke maare farsh ki taraf dekhna shuru kar diya.

Ramesh ne apni jeb se kamre ki chabi nikali. "Tum aaj kismat wale ho Sunil, ye ek suite room hai." Unhone chabi Sunil dwara layi gayi tray mein rakh di aur phir se bhare huye glass se whisky ka ek ghoot liya. Unhone apne purse se ek 500 ka do note nikala aur tray mein rakh diya.

"Tumhari service hamesha laajawab hoti hai Sunil.. I love it.." Unhone Sunil ke kandhon ko thapthapaya. "Apne stay ko enjoy karo. Koi jaldi nahi hai, check-out subah gyarah baje hi hai." Unhone phir se aankh maari.

Lobby mein apni car aane ka intezar karte huye, unhone Suman ko text kiya, "Kya main chakhne se pehle naye item ke ingredients ka review kar 
sakta hoon?"

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Raj ne apni aankhein zor se band kar li jaise-jaise Vikram ka dabav uske sir par badhne laga. Vikram ko apni underwear ke upar Raj ki garm saansein mehsoos ho rahi thi. Uska bhari ubhaar ab underwear ke andar bechain hone laga tha.

Vikram ne ek shararati muskan ke saath niche dekha. Usey isme maza aa raha tha. Raj ka sir apne ubhaar par dabane se pehle wo ruka. Usne apne hip ko aage kiya aur dheere se us gilepan ko Raj ke hothon par ragadne laga. Raj ne apna sir hilaya.. "Ahh dhire saale.. tumhe pasand aa raha hai.. mujhe pata hai.."

Usne Raj ke baal zor se pakad liye. Kuch baar aur us gilepan ko uske band hothon par ragada. Raj ko apne hothon par us teekhi nami ka ehsaas hone laga. Vikram ke crotch se aane wali wo teekhi gandh usey uksane lagi thi. Vikram ke chehre par ek chalaak muskan aayi jab usey Raj ki gardan mein ab koi sakhti mehsoos nahi hui.

"Good boy.." Usne Raj ke baal chhode aur apni ungliyan uske baalon mein pherne laga. "Ahh" Vikram ke mooh se ek zor ki aah nikali jab usne mehsoos kiya ki Raj ke hoth thode khule hain aur uski zabaan dheere se us gili underwear ko chaat rahi hai.

"Harami saale.. pasand aaya na..?" Usne Raj ke gaalon ko thapthapaya aur uska chehra upar uthaya.

Usne Raj ki aankhon mein dekha. "Lage raho saale.. hmmm." Raj ne apna mooh poora khola. Vikram ne apni underwear uske mooh mein dhakel di. "Ahh ahh" wo zor se karaaha jab Raj ke hothon ne usey gher liya aur uski zabaan top par ghoomne lagi.

Usne apne dono hathon se Raj ka sir pakda. "Kholo ise." Raj ne usey apne mooh se bahar nikala aur bina kisi hichkichahat ke dheere se underwear niche gira di.

"Ahh" Raj ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi jab wo bhari mardangi bahar nikal kar uske gaal se takrayi. Uske top se nikalta hua wo pani Raj ke gaal par phail gaya.

Raj ka hairaan chehra dekh kar Vikram ne ek shararati tone mein kaha, "Prinsi toh jannat mein hogi, jab wo is par jump karegi.."

Bina kisi warning ke usne apni mardangi Raj ke mooh mein dhakel di. Usne usey Raj ke gale tak gehrai mein dhakela. Usne apni aankhein band kar li aur Prinsi ke chehre ka khayal karne laga. Kuch seconds tak wo aisa hi karta raha aur phir Raj ke khansne ki aawaz sunkar usey bahar nikala.

"Kya tumhari mummy hamesha raat mein nightie pehenti hai..?" Vikram ne apna hath Raj ke sir se hata liya.

"Hmm" Raj ke mooh se ek dabi hui aawaz nikali.

Agle hi pal Raj ne apna baaya hath Vikram ke piche lapat liya, uske piche ke hisse ko pakadte hue usey apni taraf kheencha. Usne daya hath niche rakha aur halka sa sahlane laga, saath hi apni zabaan se us top ko chaatne laga.

"Ahhh" Raj ki is achanak harkat se Vikram excitement mein zor se karaaha. "Hah saale, tujhe apni mummy ke baare mein gandi baatein karna pasand hai.." Vikram ne aankh maari. Usey apne andar ek jhatka mehsoos hua. Lag raha tha ki wo kisi bhi waqt release ho jayega.

"Usey kehna ki aaj raat wo andar kuch na pehne.." Usne nightie mein Prinsi ki photo ka sapna dekhte hue apni aankhein band kar li. Raj ki zabaan ki movement ab tez ho gayi thi. Uske hath ab Vikram ke piche gehrai tak ja rahe the.

"Poora khol saale.." Usne Raj ke baal pakad kar uska sir upar uthaya. Raj ne apna mooh poora khol diya.

"Ise piyo Prinsi... ye tumhare liye hai..." Vikram ka shareer ekdum sakht ho gaya aur ek pal mein hi usne Raj ke mooh aur chehre par apna sara 
load release kar diya.

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Suman ne call cut kiya. "Wo aa rahi hai." Usne Ramesh se dheere se kaha, jo darwaze ki taraf peeth karke khade the aur unki nazrein naye bane huye lawn par tiki thi. Unhone aisa dikhawa kiya jaise unhone Suman ki baat nahi suni; unki harakat mein koi jaldi nahi thi.

Ramesh ke peeche darwaza achanak khula. Payal ki chhan-chhan ne sabse pehle unka dhyan kheencha.

"Hi Didi.." Ek narm aur bhari aawaz unke kaano se takrayi. Wo dheere se peeche ghoome.

"Hi Prinsi, please Rameshji se milo, ye hamare residence association ke secretary hain. Wo parivaar se milne aur tum sabka community mein swagat karne aaye hain." Suman ne Ramesh ki taraf ishara kiya, jo Prinsi ko sir se paanv tak ghur rahe the.

"Good Morning Beti... Tumse milkar khushi hui," unhone ek pyaari muskan ke saath Prinsi ko greet kiya.

"Good morning sir.. mujhe bhi aapse milkar khushi hui.." Usne jawab diya, darwaze ko thame hue wo thoda parde ke peeche ho gayi. Uska chehra laal ho chuka tha, kyunki usne Suman ke saath Ramesh ki umeed nahi ki thi.

"Kya hum andar aa sakte hain Beti..?" Ramesh ne uski aankhon mein dekha.

"Oh bilkul sir.. please andar aaiye.." Prinsi ne darwaza poora khol diya aur unke liye rasta banaya.

"Aaiye na didi." Prinsi ki aawaz ne Suman ko hosh mein laya. Woh khud bhi Prinsi ko dekh kar hairan thi; uski bra ka daya hissa aadha dikh raha tha. Uske bhare huye hoth geele aur tanaav mein the. Paseene ki boondein uski gardan se hote huye cleavage tak ja rahi thi, jo dhoop ki kirno mein chamak rahi thi. Bahar se aayi halki hawa ne uski pink nightie ke saamne wale hisse ko uske ghutno ke beech dhakela, jisse uski bhari huye thighs saaf jhalakne lagi.

Suman ne Ramesh ki taraf dekha, "Pehle aap Rameshji.."

"Zaroor Suman.. Toh, tum naya menu item customers ko kab serve kar rahi ho?" Unhone living room mein charo taraf nazar ghumayi.

Unke hothon par ek shararati muskan aa gayi jab unki nazrein dining hall ki taraf farsh par pade us safed kapde (underskirt) par tiki. "Lagta hai ye pehle se hi garm hai." Phir unki nazrein wapas Prinsi par gayi jo peeche se darwaza lock kar rahi thi.

"Haan.. isme shayad utna waqt nahi lagega jitna maine shuruat mein socha tha ji.." Suman apni aawaz ka utsah chipa nahi pa rahi thi.

"Didi, kya aapka apna restaurant bhi hai?" Prinsi ne utsukta se pucha jab usne unki baatein suni.

Ramesh aur Suman ne ek-dusre ki taraf dekha aur muskura diye.

[ROXIKA]

"Didi, kya aapka apna restaurant bhi hai?" Prinsi ne utsukta se pucha jab usne unki baatein suni.

Ramesh aur Suman ne ek-dusre ki taraf dekha aur muskura diye.

"Ye koi aam restaurant ya public dinner jaisa nahi hai dear. Chinta mat karo, tumhare is naye item ka koi competition nahi hai ha-ha." Suman zor se hasi aur usne kisi bache ki tarah mazak mein Prinsi ke gaal khinche. "Ye ek exclusive club hai. Wahan khane ke liye member hona zaroori hai Dear."

"Oh okay.." Prinsi thodi confuse ho gayi Suman ke is jawab se. Kal raat toh usne kisi club ka zikr nahi kiya tha. Prinsi un shararati muskanon se bilkul anjaan thi jo Ramesh aur Suman baar-baar ek-dusre ko de rahe the.

"Sir please baithiye na.. Aap chai lenge ya coffee?" Prinsi ne sofa ki taraf ishara karte hue badi mithaas se pucha.

Colonel us do seater sofa par baith gaye. "Nahi-nahi abhi kuch nahi dear.. bas abhi breakfast kiya hai. Tum baitho na.. itni formality ki zaroorat nahi hai. Hum toh yahan tumhara apne parivaar mein swagat karne aaye hain. Yahan hum sab ek bade parivaar ka hissa hain. Kyun Suman?" 

Unhone Suman ki taraf dekha. Suman ne bas muskurate hue haan mein sir hila diya.

Ramesh sofa par peeche ki taraf jhuk gaye aur apna daya hath headrest par phailaya. Prinsi aur Suman unke theek saamne baith gayi. Wo poori koshish kar rahe the ki unki nazrein Prinsi ke chehre ke alawa aur kahin na jayein.

"Toh tumhare hubby kahan hain?" Unhone apne pair par pair chadhaye, apna daya pair baayi thigh par rakha, aur sofa ke daye kone ki taraf thoda jhuk gaye. Ramesh ka bhari shareer us sofa ka aadha se zyada hissa gher chuka tha.

"Wo kaam pe gaye hain sir.." Prinsi ne Suman ki taraf dekha, ye sochte hue ki kya Suman ne unhe parivaar ke baare mein nahi bataya.

"Ahh sorry main bhool gaya.. Suman ne mujhe bataya tha.. budhapa hai na.. kabhi-kabhi yaadash dhundhli ho jati hai," Ramesh ne mazak kiya aur ek pal ke liye ruke. "Dear mujhe sir mat bulao.. main tumhara boss nahi hoon. Meri do shadi-shuda betiyan hain, tum mujhe Uncle bula sakti ho, ya Suman ki tarah Rameshji, ya phir meri betiyon ki tarah Daddy.."

Prinsi turant Ramesh ko koi jawab nahi de payi. Halanki wo ab unke saath thoda comfortable mehsoos kar rahi thi, phir bhi wo thodi hichkichayi. 

"Sir.. ahh sorry.." Wo dheere se hasi.

"Hey come on dear.. main tumhare Daddy jaisa hi toh hoon na.. kyun Suman?" Wo zor se hasne lage. Unki aawaz poore kamre mein goonj uthi.

"Haan. Bilkul sahi Rameshji." Suman bhi unki hansi mein shamil ho gayi.

"Okay Daddy.. ?" Prinsi ne muskura kar kaha. Sharam ke maare uske bhare huye gaal laal ho gaye the.

"Ye hui na baat meri bachi.. Ab us asli kaam par aate hain jisne liye hum yahan aaye hain.." unhone ek pyari aawaz mein kaha.

Prinsi ka chehra thoda gambhir ho gaya; wo thodi savdhan ho gayi. "Kya baat hai sir.. ahh sorry.. Daddy.. ?"

"Ahh kuch khaas nahi beti.. chinta mat karo. Jab Prakash ne association mein enroll karne ke liye application di thi, tab usne tumhari aur tumhare bete ki details nahi bhari thi. Kya tum please apni details bhar sakti ho taaki hum tumhari application jaldi process kar sakein..?" Ramesh ne Prinsi ke saamne coffee table par kuch papers rakh diye.

"Oh aisa hai kya? Wo hamesha se hi thode lazy hain, Daddy..." Wo muskurayi aur forms ko dekhne lagi. Wo form bharne ke liye coffee table ki taraf thoda aage jhuki. Suman poori baatcheet ke dauran khamosh thi aur Prinsi aur Ramesh ke beech ki baaton ko note kar rahi thi. Wo is baat se kaafi khush thi ki Ramesh kitne achhe se Prinsi ko handle kar rahe hain. Wo aaj kaafi shaant the aur koi jaldbaazi nahi dikha rahe the. Prinsi bhi ab relax lag rahi thi, uske chehre par ek pyari muskan chamak rahi thi.

Ramesh khud ko rok nahi paaye jab Prinsi aage jhuki. Unki nazar nighty ke upar wale hisse se andar chali gayi. Prinsi ke bhare huye badan ka ubhaar ab saaf dikh raha tha jo ek white bra mein kaid tha. Un garm aur gol ubhaaro ko dekh kar unka gala sookhne laga. Aisa lag raha tha jaise wo kisi bhi waqt bra se bahar nikal aayenge. Wo unhe apni hatheliyon mein lekar zor se dabana chahte the, ye sab sochte hue unki ungliyan sofa ke armrest ke patle leather ko kuredne lagi. Unhone Suman ki taraf dekh kar ek muskan di.

"Ho gaya Daddy... Kya aap please check kar lenge ki maine kuch chhoda toh nahi..?" Prinsi ne paper wapas Ramesh ko pakdaye. Unhone jaldi se papers par nazar daali. "Sab theek lag raha hai dear.. Umeed hai tumhe ye jagah pasand aa rahi hogi. Kisi bhi madad ke liye Suman ya mujhse baat kar lena."

"Oh sure Daddy. Mere paas Didi ka number hai." Wo Suman ki taraf dekh kar muskurayi.

"Chinta mat kijiye Rameshji, main dhyan rakhungi ki ye yahan comfortable rahe.." Suman ne Prinsi ki kamar mein apna hath dala aur usey apne kareeb kheencha. Usne apna sir Prinsi ke kandhe par rakha aur apne gaal uske gaalon se ragadne lagi. "Ye mere liye ek choti behen ki tarah hi toh hai.."

Prinsi ke hothon par ek sharmili muskan aa gayi. Ramesh aur Suman aise baatein kar rahe the jaise wo koi teenager ho. "Sahi kaha na Dear..?" 

Suman ne uski kamar ke upar chunti kaati. "ahh haan didi.." Wo dheere se hasi.

Ramesh ki nazrein ek baar phir us par phail gayi, par unhone jaldi se khud ko sambhala. Uske cute expressions aur hansne ka tareeka unhe uttejit kar raha tha. Suman ne jab dekha ki Ramesh Prinsi par shakk hone se bachne ke liye apni nazar chura rahe hain, toh uske chehre par ek shararati muskan aa gayi.

"Toh lunch ke liye kya hai dear.. chalo check karte hain.." Suman ne Prinsi ka hath pakad kar usey khada kiya. Usne Ramesh ki taraf dekh kar aankh maari. Ramesh ye dekh kar kaafi chaukanna ho gaye.

"Ahh kuch nahi hai Didi. Maine abhi toh shuruat bhi nahi ki hai.. main bas soti reh gayi.." Prinsi ne kitchen ki taraf badhte hue sharmate hue kaha, tabhi Suman theek us underskirt ke saamne ruki. Ek shararati muskan ke saath Suman ne usey kheencha aur dining table ke niche kar diya. Laal chehre ke saath Prinsi uske saath kitchen ki taraf chali gayi, uski himmat nahi ho rahi thi ki Suman ki aankhon mein dekh sake.

Suman ne phir se apna baaya hath Prinsi ki kamar par lapeta aur apne hoth uske kaano ke paas le jaakar dheere se kaha, "Lagta hai tum yahan kuch garm paka rahi thi... ?" Usne aankh maari. Wo thoda side ho gayi taaki Ramesh unhe saaf dekh sakein.

"Ahh kuch nahi Didi.." Usne phir se Suman se nazar churayi.

"Sach mein kuch nahi? Mujhe toh yahan har taraf ek garmi mehsoos ho rahi hai.." Suman ne dheere se apni ungliyan uski kamar par pheri aur apni ungliyon se wahan ka maas dabaya. "Yahan kuch bahut garm ho raha tha." Usne Prinsi ki gardan ke paas sungh kar usey chidhaya.

"Ahh Didi.. aap bahut naughty ho.." uski bhari aawaz ne Suman ko aur chidhane ka mauka de diya.

"Kya Prakash meri sundar bachi ka dhyan nahi rakh raha?" Suman ne apni ungliyan dheere se niche ki taraf badhayi. Usey yaad aaya ki Prinsi ne kaise react kiya tha jab Sameer ne usey chua tha.

"Ahh Didi.. wo bahut achhe insaan hain.."

Dono auraton ko itne kareeb aur phusphusate dekh kar Ramesh ki uttejna badhne lagi thi. Wo Prinsi ke badan par Suman ki ungliyon ki harakat ko dhyan se dekh rahe the. Halanki wo unki baatein nahi sun pa rahe the, par Prinsi ke chehre ke expressions se unhe andaza ho gaya tha ki kis baare mein baat ho rahi hogi. Unhe apni sakhti chipane ke liye apna crotch adjust karna pada.

"Achhe ladke hamare liye sahi nahi hote na.." Suman ki ungliyan dheere se Prinsi ke piche baayein hisse ko sahlane lagi. "Meri sundar bachi ko ek bura ladka chahiye.. ekdum bura ladka.. Sameer jaisa." Bina kisi warning ke usne uske piche ke hisse ko zor se dabaya.

Prinsi jhatak gayi. "Ahh Didi.. rukiye.. aap ye kya keh rahi hain." Prinsi ne uski kalai pakad li. Wo pal uske liye kaafi awkward tha. Usey sharam aa rahi thi ye soch kar ki Suman ne kal sab dekh liya tha.

"Ahh kuch nahi dear.. bas mazak kar rahi hoon.." Wo ek pal ke liye ruki. "Kya tumne iske niche kuch pehna hai dear..?" Suman ne phir se usey chidhaya.

"Ahh Didi.. please ruk jaiye Daddy sun lenge.. please Didi..." Prinsi ne is zillat ko rokne ke liye minnat ki.

"Haha.." Suman zor se hasi. "Agar tumhe kisi bhi tarah ki madad chahiye toh Didi se poochne mein hichkichana mat, okay..?" Suman ne phir se aankh maari aur usse thoda door hat gayi.

"Hey tum dono kya baatein kar rahi ho.. mujhe bhi sunao.." Ramesh ki bhari aawaz kamre mein goonji, toh Prinsi ka shareer ek baar phir se kaanp utha.

"Oh kuch nahi Rameshji.. hum bas lunch banane ke baare mein baat kar rahe the.. aapke kaam ki koi baat nahi hai.. chaliye ab chalte hain, mujhe lagta hai jis maqsad se hum aaye the wo poora ho gaya hai na?" Suman ne Ramesh ki taraf dekh kar aankh maari.

"Theek hai phir.. main ab iska aur waqt nahi lena chahta.." Wo darwaze ki taraf badhne lage. Prinsi unhe dekh kar kaafi awkward mehsoos kar rahi thi. Usey dar tha ki kahin Daddy ne sab kuch sun toh nahi liya.

"Aane ke liye shukriya Daddy.." Usne khud ko sambhala aur unki taraf dekha. Wo ab bhi usey bade pyaar se dekh rahe the, ye dekh kar Prinsi ko thoda sukoon mila.

"Agli baar jab aap aayein, toh dinner par aaiye Daddy." Prinsi ke chehre par ab ek pyari muskan thi.

"Oh kyun nahi.. main zaroor aaunga." Wo muskuraye. "Ahh Suman, kyun na hum Prinsi ko is Friday City Club ki party mein guest ke taur par bulayein..? Wahan wo kaafi naye dost bana sakti hai na?" Unhone Suman ki taraf aise dekha jaise unhe abhi-abhi kuch yaad aaya ho.

"Oh ye toh bahut hi zabardast idea hai Rameshji.. Prinsi tumhe zaroor aana chahiye.. bahut maza aayega." Suman ne ek hausla badhane wali muskan di.

"Lekin Daddy Friday toh Prakash ke liye bahut busy din hota hai, wo kaafi late ho jayenge.." Prinsi hichkichayi. Uske chehre par thoda confusion dikh raha tha.

"Ahh uski chinta mat karo beti.. main apni car bhej dunga. Usey restaurant sambhalne do." Unhone badi meethi aawaz mein kaha. Wo is mauke ko haath se nikalne ke mood mein bilkul nahi the. Ramesh jab Prinsi ko mana rahe the, tab Suman ne apni muskan chipane ki koshish ki.

"Theek hai, main aa sakti hoon Daddy.. par mujhe Prakash se puchna padega.." Prinsi ek pal ke liye ruki. Usaki ungliyan ab uske Mangalsutra se khel rahi thi, jo wo aksar tab karti thi jab wo nervous ya confuse hoti thi.

"Good girl.. main dhyan rakhunga ki wo maan jaye dear.." Ramesh ne bade excited hokar kaha, unki nazrein Prinsi par thi jo darwaze ke frame se tika kar khadi thi. Unhone turant apni nazar churayi kyunki suraj ki roshni us patli cotton ki nightie se uski thighs ko saaf dikha rahi thi.

"Chaliye ab chalte hain Rameshji.. humne iska kaafi waqt le liya hai. Humne iske lunch mein rukawat daal di. Iska lunch aadha hi paka hai.. ab ise dobara garam karna padega.. hai na Prinsi..?" Suman ne aankh maari. Prinsi ke gaal sharam se laal ho gaye.

"Okay Dear, toh Friday ko milte hain." Ramesh muskuraye aur car ki taraf badh gaye. Unhone peeche mudkar dekhne ki apni talap par kaabu paya. Unhone darwaza khola aur Suman ke saath pichli seat par baith gaye. Wo ab khud ko Prinsi ko ghoorne se nahi rok pa rahe the. Prinsi unhe bahar se kaale sheeshe ki wajah se nahi dekh sakti thi.

"Main Friday ki shaam ka aur intezar nahi kar sakta Suman.." Unke chehre par ek shaitani muskan thi. Driver ne jaise hi car start ki, unhone dheere se apne crotch ko sahlaya.

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"Arre kya surprise hai, tum yahan kaise Raj... kya mujhse milne aaye ho?" Sameer muskuraya, uski aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi. Sameer, Vikram ke hostel room ki taraf hi ja raha tha.

"Main Mummy ke forms Vikram bhai ke paas dene aaya tha.." Raj ne dabi aawaz mein kaha.

"Uske paas..? Kyun..? Shop ka maalik main hoon, wo nahi." Sameer ne tevar dikhate hue apni bhauhein chadhayi.

Raj bas niche dekhta raha. Usne Sameer ko koi jawab nahi diya. Raj ka koi response na dekh kar Sameer uske ekdum kareeb aakar khada ho gaya. Sameer ke hoth paan chabane ki wajah se laal ho rahe the aur paan ki tez gandh Raj ke chehre tak pahunch rahi thi. "Saale, maine tujhse kuch pucha hai.." Sameer ne Raj ke kandhe pakad kar usey jhanjhor diya kyunki wo jawab nahi de raha tha.

Raj khud ko kous raha tha ki wo Vikram ke saath aane ke liye raazi kyun hua. Uska din bura se aur bura hota ja raha tha. "Sorry, mujhe laga wo unki shop hai.." usne masoom banne ki koshish ki.

Sameer ne seedha Raj ki aankhon mein dekha. "Oh, tune aisa assume kar liya..? Aise kaise assume kar liya? Tujhe laga main uska employee hoon.. hmm?" Sameer gurraya. usne Raj ke kandhe ko zor se dabaya. "Ab saare forms uske paas hain na?" Raj ne bas apna sir haan mein hila diya.

"Theek hai, ab tu ja sakta hai. Main ise sambhal lunga." Bina kuch kahe, Raj corridor se hote hue exit ki taraf bhaga.

"Hey saale ruk.. ek aur baat.." Sameer tezi se uske peeche aaya. Usne corridor ki grill se bahar paan thooka. Raj ne wo ganda nazaara dekhne se bachne ke liye apni nazar ghuma li.

"Tune group mein un photos ke baare mein kuch nahi kaha.." Sameer ke hothon par ek shararati muskan thi. Usne apna smartphone unlock kiya aur Raj ke saamne kar diya. "Dekh, Prinsi aunty ke bahut saare fans ho gaye hain.. wo aur photos maang rahe hain.. main unke liye ek naya fan group shuru karne ja raha hoon.. kyun na tu mujhe fans ke liye unki roz ek photo bhej diya kare..? Mujhe pata hai tujhe bhi comments padhne mein maza aata hai." Raj ne sharam ke maare nazrein neeche kar li.

"Mujhe pehli photo raat 8 baje se pehle bhej dena... samjhe?" Wo sharminda Raj ko dekh kar muskura diya. "Main tere message ka intezar karunga." Sameer ne aankh maari aur usey jaane dene se pehle uske kandhe thap-thapaye.

Raj class mein nahi baith saka. Usne poori koshish ki ki subah jo hua wo usey bhool jaye. Par wo nightie mein Prinsi ki un images ko aur Vikram ke room mein jo kuch hua, usey bhula nahi pa raha tha. Wo college campus mein yahan-wahan bhatakta raha aur roz se kaafi pehle ghar pahunch gaya.

"Hey Raj.. tum aaj itni jaldi aa gaye." Prinsi ne muskurate hue kaha jab usne Raj ko darwaze se andar aate dekha. "Aakhri hour free tha." Usne bina kisi interest ke jawab diya.

Raj ne Prinsi se nazar nahi milayi. Wo ab bhi wahi subah wali nightie pehni hui thi. Vikram ke phone wali images uske dimaag mein kisi film ki reel ki tarah chalne lagi. Wo khud ko rok nahi pa raha tha ye check karne se ki kya usne niche underskirt pehni hai ya nahi. [Haan, usne abhi petticoat pehna tha..]

Tabhi uske mobile par notification aaya. "Photos mat bhulna." Sameer ka message screen par chamka. Usne turant message delete kar diya.

"Chai loge ya coffee...?" Prinsi ki aawaz ne usey chounka diya. Uska gala sookhne laga tha. "Main coffee piunga Mom.." usne zabardasti apne chehre par ek muskan layi.

"Okay mujhe paanch minute do.." Prinsi kitchen ki taraf chali gayi. Usne stove par kettle rakhi. Raj usey dining hall se dekh raha tha. Usne kettle mein doodh aur cheeni dali aur uske ubalne ka intezar karne lagi. Raj ne apne phone camera se stove ke paas khadi Prinsi par focus kiya. Wo kitchen mein bilkul befikr thi. Usey bilkul andaza nahi tha ki koi usey dekh raha hai, usne apne dono hath upar uthaye aur apne baalo ka juda khol diya, jisse uske ghane baal uski peeth par bikhar gaye. Raj ki ungliyan apne aap tezi se un moments ko capture karne lagi. Bina check kiye hi usne kuch shots Sameer ko forward kar diye.

Raj ne dekha ki uski mummy apni ungliyon se baal sanwar rahi hain aur unhe gardan ke daye taraf aage le aayi hain. Unke kale ghane baalon ne ab unke badan ke ubhaaro ko dhak liya tha. Wo nahaane ki taiyari kar rahi thi. Raj ko unka kitchen mein ye sab karna pasand nahi tha, par aaj usne parwah nahi ki aur bas unhe ghurta raha.

"Don't worry main dhyan se kar rahi hoon.." Prinsi ne ek pyari muskan ke saath kaha jab usne Raj ko apni taraf ghurte hue dekha. "Aap roz yahi kehti ho, Mom.." usne apne chehre par ek friendly muskan lane ki poori koshish ki.

Achanak uska mobile vibrate hua. "Hey saale.. kya pic hai yaar.. tera photography mein bada future hai." Sameer ki aawaz Raj ke kaano mein chubhne lagi. "Ye pic toh uske fanbase ko double kar degi boss.." Raj turant koi jawab nahi de paya. Usne jaldi se call ki volume kam kar di.

"Kaun hai Raj.. ?" Prinsi ki aawaz ne Raj ko sunn kar diya. Wo Prinsi ke sawal se bachne ke liye apne kamre ki taraf bhaga. Wo paseene-paseene ho chuka tha. Ye ek bahut hi narrow escape tha. Usne umeed nahi ki thi ki Sameer usey turant call kar dega.

"Oh wo aas-paas hi hai.. ?" Sameer Prinsi ki aawaz sunkar excited ho gaya. "Hey kya tum wahan ho? Mujhe batao na yaar.." Sameer phone par chillaya.

"Haan, main yahi hoon." Raj ki ek kamzor si aawaz nikali. "Kya wo paas hi hai.. ?" Sameer ne phir pucha. "Nahi, main apne kamre mein hoon.." 

"Kya main aaj raat wahan dinner ke liye aa sakta hoon.. ?" Sameer ne Raj ko chidhaya.

"Nahi... Sameer bhaiya, aap mujhe call kyun kar rahe ho.. please mujhe call mat kijiye." "Maine toh bas teri skills ki tareef karne ke liye call kiya tha na.." Sameer ki bhari aawaz ne Raj ko nervous kar diya. Usne koi jawab nahi diya.

"Kya wo roz shaam tak ghar par akeli rehti hai?" Sameer ne mazaak udate hue pucha. "Haan.." Raj ne dheemi aawaz mein jawab diya. Sawal sunkar uske dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi thi.

"Oh achha, kafi free time hai.. usse puchna ki kya wo apne free time mein kaam karna chahegi.. meri shop par? Main bahut achha pay karta hoon, saath hi extra bonuses aur bade incentives bhi milenge, jo koi aur jagah offer nahi kar sakti." Sameer ne phir se Raj ko taana maara.

"Nahi wo nahi chahti.. mere Papa ko ye pasand nahi aayega." "Nahi yaar, wo maan jayenge.. bas unhe batana ki meri apni shop hai. Unhe yaad dilana ki ye wahi ladka hai jo dinner par aaya tha." Sameer ki aawaz sarcastism se bhari thi.

"Aap ye kya keh rahe ho... ?" Raj confuse lag raha tha. "Bas apni Mom se puchna. Mujhe yakeen hai ki wo mere niche kaam karna pasand karegi.. aur tumhare Dad mana nahi karenge, haha." Raj ne kuch nahi kaha. Sameer ko phone par uske zor-zor se saansein lene ki aawaz saaf sunayi de rahi thi.

"Hey Raj.. andar kya kar rahe ho? Coffee thandi ho jayegi, bahar aao dear.." Prinsi ki aawaz ne Raj ko jhanjhor diya. Wo darwaza khatkhatane lagi thi.

"Mujhe jaana hoga Mom, call kar rahi hain.." Raj ne phone kaatne ki koshish ki, par Sameer ne beech mein hi roka, "Ruko, ruko. Usey kehna ki kal dopehar ko meri shop par naya sim lene aaye. Bhulna mat, kal dopehar ko.. akeli.." usne ek shararati tone mein kaha.

Bina kuch kahe Raj ne call cut kiya aur darwaza khola. "Kaun tha Raj? Tum bina coffee liye kyun chale gaye..?" Prinsi ne pucha. "Mera dost tha Mom, kya aapko sab kuch jaanna hai? Mujhe thodi privacy dijiye.." Raj tezi se kitchen ki taraf nikal gaya bina Prinsi ko kuch bolne ka mauka diye.

"Tum naha kyun nahi lete, poore paseene se bhare ho.. andar kar kya rahe the?" Usey piche se Prinsi ki aawaz sunayi di.

"Jaisa aap chahein, par mujhse coffee phir se garam karne ko mat kehna.." Prinsi ne zor se kaha aur apne bedroom ka darwaza band kar liya. Raj ko thoda sukoon mila jab usne Prinsi ko apne kamre mein jaate dekha. Usey apni Mom ka saamna karne mein sharm aa rahi thi; Vikram ke room mein jo kuch hua tha, wo yaad karke usey ajeeb lag raha tha. Usne apna kamra band kiya aur mobile switch off kar diya.

[Maine uski photos lene ke liye haan kyun ki.. main Sameer ko 'na' kyun nahi keh saka? Mujhe wo pics lena pasand kyun aa raha hai?] Usey phir se ek jhatka mehsoos hua jab usne un photos ke baare mein socha jo usne Vikram ke phone mein dekhi thi. Usne kabhi nahi socha tha ki uski Mom apne college ke kisi ladke ke saath aisi gandi picture share karegi. Usne Prakash ke office se wapas aane ke baad bhi niche jaane ki himmat nahi ki.

"Raj dinner ke liye aao dear.." Prakash ki aawaz ne Raj ko neend se jagaya. Wo anjane mein hi bed par so gaya tha. Jab Raj dining table tak pahuncha, Prinsi ne sab kuch pehle se hi saja rakha tha. Wo naha chuki thi aur usne ek nayi light orange rang ki nightie pehni thi. Raj ne unhe ghurte hue khud par kabu paya aur sharmindagi mein niche dekhne laga.

"Toh tumhara din kaisa raha..?" Prakash ne bade aaram se pucha. "Theek tha Dad.. kuch khaas nahi hua.." Raj ne kaha.

"Aas-paas koi naye dost mile..?" Prakash usey itni aasani se chhodne wala nahi tha. "Nahi Dad.." Raj baatcheet aage nahi badhana chahta tha. Prinsi bhi wahan aayi aur Raj ke paas ek kursi par baith gayi.

"Prinsi tumhara din kaisa raha..?" Prakash ne ab Prinsi se baat shuru ki. "Ahh bas theek hi tha.. kuch khaas nahi hua, kafi boring tha.. sach mein.." Raj ne hairani se Prinsi ki taraf dekha. Wo Dad ke chehre par dekh kar safed jhoot bol rahi thi. Uski nazrein poore kamre mein ghoom rahi thi aur wo Dad ka saamna tak nahi kar rahi thi. [Kya uski aawaz thodi dheemi thi..?]

"Oh achha.. mere liye toh office mein kafi busy din tha.. kafi saara kaam tha.." Prakash ne chapati curry mein dubote hue apni baat jaari rakhi. 

"Arre main toh bhool hi gayi, Suman didi aur residents association ke secretary Rameshji aaye the.." Prinsi ne unhe us mulaqat ka ek brief account diya. "Unhone pucha hai ki kya hum unke saath City Club ke Friday function mein shamil ho sakte hain..?"

"Oh main toh nahi aa paunga dear.. waise tum ja sakti ho, Suman Mam saath mein hongi hi na..?" Prakash ne Prinsi ki taraf dekha. "Haan wo wahan hongi.." Uski aawaz mein thodi excitement thi.

"Mom, Sameer ka message aaya tha.. Aapka sim taiyar hai, aap dopahar ko jaakar usey le sakti hain, wo shop par hi hoga.." Raj ki is achanak baat ne Prinsi ko chounka diya. Uske gaal laal ho gaye aur usne upar chhat ki taraf dekha.

"Oh aisa hai, ye toh achha hai.. mujhe uska purana sim bhi wapas karna hai," uski aawaz bahut narm thi.
Ye jawab kafi hairan karne wala tha. Raj ko laga tha ki Mom usey sim lane ke liye kahegi. Wo ab kafi utsuk tha, "Ek aur baat Mom.. usne kaha ki wo shop par din mein kaam ke liye kisi ki talaash kar raha hai, usne pucha ki kya aap interest dikhayengi?" Raj apni Mom ke chehre ke badalte huye bhaav dekh kar dang reh gaya. Wo unhe bade gaur se dekh raha tha. [Sameer itna sure kaise ho sakta hai ki wo maan jayengi?]

"Usne kaha ki wo kafi achha pay karega aur aise incentives dega jo kahin aur nahi milenge..?" Raj ne unke chehre ki taraf dekhte huye aur baat jodi. Prinsi ne kuch nahi kaha, bas uske chehre par ek halki si muskan thi aur uske gaal aur bhi laal hote ja rahe the.

"Kya aap interested hain Mom..? Usne kaha ki aapko koi problem nahi hogi.. kya aap logo ne dinner ke waqt kuch discuss kiya tha?" Usne unse aur sawal kiye. Jab usne Prinsi ko sharam se laal hote dekha toh wo hairan reh gaya—wahi expression jo subah envelope dete waqt unke chehre par tha.

"Agar tum chaho toh ja sakti ho.. mujhe koi problem nahi hai.." Prakash ne na jane kyun ye keh diya. Usey Prinsi ka sharmana dekh kar koi hairani nahi hui. Uska dimaag abhi bhi kal raat ke dinner par atka tha, jab Sameer ki ungliyan Prinsi ki thighs ko sahlati thi. Us jawan ladke ne uski gharelu patni ko poori tarah se badal diya tha, aur wo sure tha ki usne ise enjoy kiya hai.

"Toh aap interested hain Mom, aur Dad aapko Mom ke kaam karne se koi problem nahi hai?" Raj ki aawaz mein yaqeen karna mushkil tha. Usne Prakash se aise jawab ki umeed nahi ki thi. Usne ab Prinsi ki taraf dekha. [Sameer ne in dono par kya jaadu kar diya hai?]

"Yahan din mein kafi boring hota hai.. mujhe thode din aur dekhne do. Agar aise hi boring raha.. toh badlav achha hai," usne ek sharmili muskan ke saath kaha. "Sirf tum mard hi saara maza kyun karo.. haha," Prinsi ghabrahat mein muskurayi.

"Tum jo bhi faisla lo, main usse theek hoon Prinsi," Prakash ne table ke niche khud ko sahlate huye jawab diya.

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