Adultery Restart: Bus ka Safar (- Ek Masoom Housewife)

[haqiqatekamal]

⚠️ Chetawani & Disclaimer (Read Carefully) ⚠️

Doston, is kahani ko shuru karne se pehle ye baatein apne dimaag mein bitha lein:

ye kahani aur iske saare kirdar poori tarah se kalpanik  hain. Iska kisi bhi human se koi lena-dena nahi hai. Sabhi naam, jagah aur ghatnayen sirf ek "Fantasy" hain.

Yeh kahani samaj ke banaye gaye aam niyamon aur maryadaon ke bilkul khilaf hai. Agar aap pariwarik, achche achran wale hain ya fir maan maryada mein bahut zyada yakin rakhte hain, toh isi mat pado.  

Is kahani ko sirf ek fantasy ki tarah lein. Ismein likha gaya koi bhi Ganda Aacharan zindagi mein karne ki koshish hargiz na karein. Hum kisi bhi galat kaam ko support nahi karte. 

Agar aapko is kahani ke kisi bhi part se koi aapatti hai, toh please ise Report karne ki bajay mujhe Comment ya DM mein apni salah dein. Main ek writer hoon aur baat samajhta hoon.

Agar mujhe authorities ya moderators se is kahani ko band karne ka aadesh mila, toh main bina kuch soche is kahani ko dubara adhoora chhod kar band kar dunga. 

is sab ke baad Agar aapko kahani achhi lag rahi hai, toh hausla badhayein! Agar aapke paas koi "Idea" hai, toh zaroor share karein. Agar aapka idea is fantasy plot mein fit baitha, toh main use kahani mein zaroor jagah dunga.

Padhne ke liye Shukriya. Ab shuru karte hain "Bus ka Safar"... 

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Namaste doston,

Kaafi waqt se main dekh raha hoon ki "Bus ka Safar" ya "Neeta - Ek Masoom Housewife" name ki story bahut achhi thi, lekin Yeh ek aisi story rahi hai jise kai kabil writers ne shuru kiya, lekin badkismati se koi bhi ise poora nhi kiya.

Ek reader aur writer ke adhuri story hona zabardast shuruat, lekin adhoora anth. Isliye,  

Maine naye sire se likhna shuru kiya hai. or main is baar is kahani ka Final Conclusion (climax) adhoora nhi rhene dunga.

lekin purani story ki kuchh faltu aur bore karne wali baaton ko hata diya hai 

Credit & Respect
main saaf kar de rha hun ki is story ka asli Credit iske Original Writer ko hi jata hai. aap sab ki demand per bus ise final tak pahuncha raha hoon.

ummid hai ki viewer or staff support karenge. pichhli kahani kyon ruki, mujhe nhi pata, kisi ne report kiya, ya writer gayab ho gaya. ya kuchh or per main ummid karta hun, ki is kahani ko poora last update tak de saku. lekin agar kisi ko kahani se aapptai hai to report karne ke bajay comment kare ya DM kare, main ise fir se rok dunga.



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[Basic]

Go on brother. But please Neeta young beautiful honi chahiye aur uske samne 2-3 old men ho. Alahani awesome hogi. Sirf seduce hi nahi balki thoda pyaar aur aashiqi ka tadka bhi lagana. Pyaar aur sex ka war ho buddhe logo ki taraf se.

[haqiqatekamal]

Update 1...


28 saal ki neeta ekdam bhari jawani mei gote lagati ek ladaki, jiska badan kisi machine se tarasa gaya ho. har ang apni shape mei aisa dhala tha jaise sanchen mei bani ho. na moti na patli, kamar or kulhe itne chaudhe ki ek kulha ek samany purush ke dono kulhon ke barabar ho. uske kulhon ke pichhe agar koi chhup jaaye to dikhega bhi nhi. or chhati ka to puchho hi mat. mano chhati mei 2 bade bade kharbuje lekar chalti ho. jawani ke hichkole lete neeta ke sthan inte sudaul the ki wah bina bra ke bhi uske sthan ekdam kisi parvat ki tarah khade dikhte the.
Neeta ko pata hai ki log usey kaise dekhte hain, aur woh usey chhupane ki kitni koshish karti hai. lekin wah chaahkar bhi chhupa nhi paati hai.

Neeta apne maike jaa rahi thi. use maiyke mei kal yani date X3.6.20XX ko faldan hai, uske chacha ke ladke ka. Neeta ghar jaane ke naam se bahut khus thi, ghar or fir bhai ka faldan or shadi, Neeta is baar karib 20 din apne ma ke ghar rukne wali thi. Aise dekhein to Neeta ka jeevan khushaal tha. Apne pati Ravi ke sath wo khusi khusi ranchi mein rahti thi. shadi ko char saal hone wale the, abhi tak dono ke bachche nhi huye the. Duniya ko lagta tha Neeta khush hai, par har raat Ravi ki 'shithil' koshishon ne usey andar se khaali kar diya tha

Ravi ek construction company mein senior engineer tha—ek number aur do number mein kaafi amdani thi. Ek sukhi jeevan ke liye zaroori sabhi cheejein thi uske paas. Bas shadi ke 4 saal baad bhi Neeta maa nahi ban payi thi.Uski saas aksar nashte ki mez par taana maar deti—"4 saal ho gaye bahu, ab toh ghar mein kisi ke rone ki awaaz goonjni chahiye. Kisi achhe doctor se kyun nahi dikhwate?".Aise waqt mein Neeta ki saansein atak jati thin. Woh dheere se nazrein uthakar Ravi ki taraf dekhti thi, is umeed mein ki shayad aaj Ravi apni mardanagi ka jhootha mukhauta utaar dega. Lekin Ravi har baar ki tarah chid-chidate huye baat ko taal deta—"Maa, abhi humne planning nahi ki hai, ek-do saal ruko sab ho jayega".Yeh sunte hi Ravi apni plate mein nazrein gaad leta, kyunki woh Neeta ki aankhon mein jhankne se darta tha. Neeta jaanti thi ki yeh "planning" sirf ek parda hai us kadwi sacchai par, ki uska pati bistar par ek "chuha" hai jo 30-second bhi nahi tik paata. Jab Ravi nazrein churata, toh Neeta ke bhari jism mein vasna ki ek lehar uthti jo bebasi mein badal jati. Uska har ang, uski woh bhari chhati aur chaudhe kulhe ek mardana sparsh ke liye tadap uthte, par Ravi ka "shithil ang" usey sirf andheri raaton ka sannata hi de paata tha.


Neeta ko ab poora vishwas ho chuka tha ki 'baanjh' hone ka jo kalank samaj us par thopna chahta hai, woh darasal Ravi ki namardagi ka parda hai. Usey samajh aa gaya tha ki Ravi doctor ke paas isliye nahi jata kyunki woh apni nakaami ke dastawez (reports) dekhne se darta hai.Bistar mein bhi Ravi ka wahi haal tha—abhi Neeta uske sparsh ko mehsoos karna shuru hi karti ki Ravi 'thanda' pad jata. Neeta ne saheliyon ki chori-chhupe baaton mein aur internet ke kuch pannon par us 'anand' aur 'swarg ke gote' lagane wali feelings ke baare mein jo kuch bhi suna tha, ab usey woh sab sirf ek jhootha khwab lagne laga tha.Usey lagta tha ki kya sach mein mard aur aurat ka milan itna asar-daar hota hai ki ruh kaanp jaye? Ya phir uske naseeb mein sirf Ravi ka woh 'shithil ang' aur har raat ki adhoori pyaas hi likhi hai? Woh apni bhari jawaani ko aise hi raakh hote huye dekh rahi thi, par uski 'shadishuda or ijjatdar' wali fitrat ne uske honthon par khamoshi ka tala laga rakha tha.

Neeta ki saheliyon ne usey kayi baar bataya tha ki shuruat mein dard toh hota hai, par uske baad jo anand milta hai woh swarg samaan hota hai. Lekin Neeta ke naseeb mein na toh woh dard aaya aur na hi woh swarg. Uske liye toh yeh milan bas 1-2 minute ka ek thaka-hara "ritual" ban kar reh gaya tha.Ravi bas uski saree ya maxy ko upar sarka kar, panty ko ek taraf karta, aur uske bhari jism ki ghani jhaadiyon mein chhipi us gulabi darar mein apna mungfali ke akaar ka ling ghusane ki koshish karta. Woh abhi mehsoos karna shuru hi karti ki Ravi kshan bhar mein "nidhaal" ho kar dher ho jata aur gehri neend mein so jata. Neeta har raat us adhoore-pan ko jhelti, lekin usne kabhi Ravi ko apni tapan (frustration) ka ehsas nahi hone diya. Bahar ki duniya ke liye woh hamesha us izzatdar khandaan ki ek "adarsh bahu" aur adarsh patni hi bani rahi.

Neeta to ye bhi nahi jaanti thi ki Ravi ka lund bada hai ya chhota! Usne kabhi kisi aur mard ka real mein lund dekha bhi nahi tha. Khair, bas ek baar uski gaon ki saheliyon ne usey videshi chudai ki blue film jaroor dikhai thi, wahan bhi woh pakde jaate-jaate bachi thi. CD chalte hi tej aawaj ke karan uske ghar waale puchhne lage ki kya chala rahi hai, toh darr ke maare usne jaldi-jaldi TV aur CD player ka bijli taar hi khench diya tha. Neeta ke paas aaj bhi wahi keypad wala mobile tha; Ravi ne touchscreen le liya tha, par Neeta ne naya phone lene se mana kar diya tha.

Neeta khush bhi thi aur thoda udaas bhi. Usey darr tha ki har baar ki tarah kal jab uski sakhiyan-saheliyan milengi aur chudai ke baare mein chatkhare lekar sawal poochhengi, toh woh kya jawab degi? Shadi ke 4 saal baad bhi god sooni hona apne aap mein ek heenta ka bhav paida karta tha, jaise uski jawaani kisi kaam ki na ho.

Pichhli baar jab Rajni ne apne bistar ke kisse bataye the, toh sunte-sunte hi Neeta ki panty geeli ho gayi thi! Par ab usey lagta tha ki shayad Rajni ne jhooth hi kaha hoga, kyunki jaisa maza Rajni bata rahi thi, waisa toh Neeta ko kabhi naseeb hi nahi hua. Woh aksar yahi soch kar mann ko samjha leti ki videshi mardon ka "hathiyar" vishalkaya hota hoga jaisa usne CD mein dekha tha, par hamare deshi mardon ka shayad Ravi jaisa hi chhota-mota hota hai. Lekin phir bhi, uske mann mein hamesha ek gehra shak bana rehta—ki kya sach mein mardangi ki hadd bas itni hi hai?

Isi Holi mein uske door ke devar Kunal ne jab usey rang lagaya tha, toh Neeta ko ek ajeeb sa ehsaas hua tha. Kunal ne woh jaan-boojhkar kiya tha ya anjane mein, yeh Neeta nahi jaanti thi, par rang lagate samay Kunal ka haath uske bhari urozon (chuchiyon) par tik gaya tha. Rang se bachne ki koshish mein Neeta neeche phisal gayi aur uska pallu blouse par se hat gaya. Kunal usey piche se pakde huye tha aur rang mal raha tha.

Neeta pet ke bal leti apne chehre ko hathon se chhupa rahi thi, aur uski saree simat kar ghutno tak aa gayi thi. Uske jism ki safed chikni jaanghon par jab gulabi rang laga, toh woh bilkul gulab ki pankhadiyon jaisi chamakne lagin. Kunal peeth se lipta ek haath se chehre par rang laga raha tha aur uska doosra haath Neeta ki ek chuchi par jam gaya tha.

Jaise hi Neeta ko ehsaas hua ki kisi gair mard ka haath uske angon par hai, uske poore badan mein bijli sa current daur gaya. Dhadkane itni tez thin ki maano seena phat jayega. Usi waqt usne apne nitamb (buttock) par kuch bahut kathor mehsoos kiya—shayad woh Kunal ka lund tha. Par itna bada kaise ho sakta hai? Usne mann ko samjhaya ki shayad Kunal ki jeb mein uska keypad wala mobile phone raha hoga. Chahe jo bhi ho, us ghatna ke teen din baad tak Neeta bechain rahi thi. Aaj char mahine beet jaane ke baad bhi, us pal ki yaad matra se uski jaanghon ke beech aag aur paani ka adbhut milan hone lagta tha aur woh Kunal ke saamne jaane mein jhijhakti thi.

Neeta ko ab lagne laga tha ki Ravi ke paas shayad woh 'hathiyar' hi nahi hai jiski uski bhari jawaani ko sakht zaroorat thi. Usne dhimere-dheere yeh maan liya tha ki uski kismat mein yauvan ka asli anand likha hi nahi hai, aur Kunal ke saath bitaye woh kuch kshan hi shayad uske jeevan ke sabse sukhad pal ban kar reh jayenge. Jab uski tapan hadd se zyada badh jati, toh Neeta aksar tanhayi mein ungli ya apni lipstick ka sahara lekar apna kaam chala leti thi, par woh 'swarg' phir bhi usse koson door rehta tha. Magar aaj woh in sab dabe huye khayalon se door, apne maike ki yaadon mein dubi hui thi. Usey ab bas wahan pahunchne ki jaldi thi, kyunki abhi kuch hi der mein woh aur Ravi maike ke liye ghar se nikalne wale the.

Shaam dhal chuki thi aur unki bus 7-8 baje ke beech ki thi. Raat ke lambe safar ke liye Neeta ne din mein hi saari taiyari kar li thi aur dopahar mein khoob soyi bhi thi, taaki raat mein lambe samfar ke daurat sachet rhe aur usey koi dikkat na ho—waise bhi aaj-kal waqt thoda kharab chal raha tha. Ek izzatdar ghar ki bahu hone ke naate, Neeta zyada gahne (jewelry) lekar chalne mein yakeen nahi rakhti thi, phir bhi woh har tarah se sachet thi. Dopahar ki neend mein dubi Neeta ko pata hi nahi chala kab shaam ho gayi. Woh kursi par baithe-baithe abhi neend ke jhonke le hi rahi thi ki uske pati Ravi ki bhari awaaz ne usey jhatke se jaga diya....

Continued... stay tuned
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[srider69]

Neeta was one of the best stories on this forum. I hope you keep up the quality and same amount of raunchiness or more. Longing forward to seeing updates from you, friend

[momass]

i even somehow purchased this story few years ago ,but was really disappointed ,neeta was not fucked

i hope writer will write part 2

[haqiqatekamal]

i even somehow purchased this story few years ago ,but was really disappointed ,neeta was not fucked

i hope writer will write part 2

to much disappointing but I'll not disappoint you

[haqiqatekamal]

Neeta was one of the best stories on this forum. I hope you keep up the quality and same amount of raunchiness or more. Longing forward to seeing updates from you, friend

sure

[haqiqatekamal]

Go on brother. But please Neeta young beautiful honi chahiye aur uske samne 2-3 old men ho. Alahani awesome hogi. Sirf seduce hi nahi balki thoda pyaar aur aashiqi ka tadka bhi lagana. Pyaar aur sex ka war ho buddhe logo ki taraf se.

sure brother

[haqiqatekamal]

Update 2


“Are Neeta, itni der se taiyaar ho rahi ho? Bus chhoot
jayegi bhai!” Ravi ki bhari awaaz Neeta ke kaano mein padi".

“Main taiyaar hoon," Neeta ne kursi se uthte huye kaha,
"aap gaadi nikaliye.” Neeta apna purse utha kar bedroom
se bahar aayi; kapdon wala trolley bag Ravi pehle hi gaadi
mein rakh chuka tha.

“Madharchod MD! Saale ko abhi hi project report chahiye tha!”
Ravi apne boss par gusse ka izhaar kar raha tha. Phir woh Neeta
ki taraf muda, “Tum akeli chali jaogi na? Main is haramzaade
ke munh par report phenk kar jaldi se jaldi chala aaunga.”

Ravi ke munh se aisi gandi gaaliyan sun kar Neeta ko vichitra laga.
Usne socha, kya bistar mein apni namardagi ko chhupane ke liye
Ravi apne shabdon mein aisi mardanagi dikhata hai?
Ya construction line mein logon ki bhasha hi aisi ho jati hai?
Neeta ko pichli hi raat ka manzar yaad aa gaya jab usne Ravi ko
sex ke liye uksane ki koshish ki thi, par Ravi se kuch hua hi nahi.
Woh nashe mein dhutt tha aur sex ke naam par sirf uske pet par
halchal karta raha aur thodi der mein ghode bech kar so gaya.
Ravi ki woh gaaliyan ab Neeta ko uski "mungfali" jaisi halat
par parda dalti hui lag rahi thin.


“Aap fikra mat kijiye, wahan bus stand par Papa aa jayenge
mujhe receive karne. Aur yahan toh aap chhod hi rahe hain,
baaki safar toh bus mein bitana hai. Chaliye jaldi,
late ho jayega,” Neeta ne Ravi ko ashwasan dete huye kaha.

Dono gaadi mein baith kar bus stand ki taraf nikal pade.
“Madharchod! Ye traffic... Bhonsdi waale anpadh-ganwar
sab politics mein aayenge toh yahi hoga! Saalon ke dimaag
mein sadak banate samay ye baat nahi aati ki kal is par
aur bhi gaadiyan daudengi. Aaj har kutte-billi ke paas
gaadi hai aur road dekho, bitta bhar ka!” Horn ki kaan-faadu
awaaz ke beech Ravi khud par aur poore nizam par chilla raha tha.

Raat ke 7 baj chuke the. Bus khulne ka scheduled time bhi
7 baje hi tha, par aksar private bus’ein sawariyon ke chakkar
mein ek ghanta deri se hi nikalti thin. Neeta ne booking
pehle hi kar rakhi thi, par Ranchi ke traffic ne unhe aisa
uljhaya ki bus stand pahunchte-pahunchte raat ke 8 baj chuke the.
Neeta ko jis baat ka darr tha, wahi hua—pata chala ki
aaj woh bus apne sahi samay par, yaani 7 baje hi khul gayi thi.


Ranchi ka woh bus stand thoda sunsaan tha, kyonki yeh ranchi ke
outer mei bnaa hai, or yahan jyada suvidhayen bhi ni hai.
wahan sirf 2-3 chhote route ki aur 2 private buses khadi thin.
Raat ke waqt wahan log bhi kam hi nazar aa rahe the.
Ravi booking counter par pahunchte hi fat pada,
“Sab ke sab lootere hain! Jab passenger aaya hi nahi
toh gaadi kaise khol di? Phone kyun nahi kiya?”
Woh booking clerk se paise wapas maangte huye galiyaan
bak raha tha. Counter ki khidki uupar se polythene se
dhaki thi aur niche ek feet tak grill lagi thi,
jahan se sirf andar baithe logon ka dhadh (body) dikhta
tha, sar nahi.

Gusse mein tamtamaya Ravi seedha clerk ke office
ke andar ghus gaya. “Madarchod! Gaadi kaise chhudwa di?
Bhosadi ke, jab mobile number tha toh phone kyun nahi kiya?”
Ravi ka gussa saatvein aasman par tha. Construction
line ki wahi gandi zaban uske munh se jhad rahi thi.
Office mein baithe teen logon ko woh lagatar gaaliyan
de raha tha. Tabhi wahan baithe ek adhed (buddhe) aadmi ne
dheere se kaha, “Babu, bus toh apne time par hi khulti hai,
tumhe waqt se aana chahiye tha.”

Yeh sunte hi Ravi ka paara chadh gaya. “Saale madarchod buddhe!
Private bus chala raha hai tu, koi train nahi jo apne time
par chalegi!” Itna kehte hi Ravi ne us adhed buddhe ko
100-200 galiyen de dai hongi. Ravi ka mood pehle hi boss
ke kaaran kharab tha, aur usne apni poori bhadaas un
office mein baithe us buzurg par nikaal di. Bina kisi
wajah ke us buddhe ko bhi gali khaani padi. Baki logon
ne beech-bachav karke Ravi ko shant karwaya. nhi to
aaj maar peet honi tay thi. Tab clerk ne sahamte huye kaha,

“Babu, gussa thanda kijiye... hum koi intezam karte hain.”


“Are madarchod! Hamein jaana hota toh hum kaise bhi chale jaate,
meri gharwali ko jaana hai!” Ravi ki ye baat sunte hi andar
baithe teeno log ek dum shant ho gaye. yeh woh waqt tha jab
akele aurat ka raat mein safar karna ek badi zimmedari mana
jata tha. Jaise hi Ravi ne "gharwali" shabd ka istemal kiya,
office ke andar ki garmi thodi kam hui.

Ravi ki baat sunkar wahi buddha, jise Ravi ne abhi gariyaake
aaya tha, office jaisi us kothri se bahar nikla. Usne thodi
der idhar-udhar bus stand par nazrein daali aur phir wapas
andar ghus gaya. Usne clerk ke kaan mein kuch phusphusaya aur
phir bahar nikalne laga. Wo Neeta ke paas se guzar raha tha.
aate-jaate uski gehri aur tajurbekaar nazrein Neeta ke bhare
sharir par jam gayi thin. Wo Neeta ko upar se niche tak aise
ghoor raha tha jaise uske jism ka naap le raha ho.

Neeta ko us buddhe ki woh ghoorti hui nazrein bahut ajib aur
"uncomfortable" lagin. Usey ek pal ke liye laga jaise woh mard
uski saree ke paar dekh raha ho. Darr aur jhijhak ke maare
Neeta thoda aur Ravi ke paas khisakh kar khadi ho gayi.
Usey bilkul andaza nahi tha ki abhi-abhi Ravi ne office
ke andar isi buddhe ko jor jor se gali de rha tha.
Khidki par chadhi us purani polythene aur niche lagi grill ki
wajah se Neeta ko andar ka sara drisjya dikhai nhi diya tha.
bas ravi ke gali deni ki hi aawaj aa rhi thi.

Waise bhi, Ravi Ranchi shehar mein kisi dabang se kam nahi
tha. Badi-badi high-tower buildings ka theka lene wale log
seedhe-sadhe toh hote nahi hain. Neeta jaanti thi ki Ravi
ka din bhar mein kitne hi logon se jhagda hota hoga aur woh
kitnon ko gaaliyan deta ya peetta hoga, isliye usne bus
stand ke is hungame ko bhi Ravi ka roz ka "dabangpan" hi
samjha. Usey kya pata tha ki andar kya hua hai. Office ke
andar Ravi ab bhi baaki dono ki "maka-dhaka" karne mein
laga tha, jabki woh buddha bahar andhere mein kahin gayab
ho gaya. Clerk ne dabe huye lehje mein kaha, "Babu thoda
thanda ho jaiye, hum intezam kar rahe hain...


Bus stand ke us clerk ke office ke bahar side mei khade hokar
Ravi aur Neeta aapas mein bahas kar rahe the. Neeta ne
thodi fikar ke saath kaha, “Dekhiye, ab jo hona tha ho
gaya. Raat mein 9-10 baje ke baad ek Roadways (sarkari)
bus jaati hai. Aap aisa kijiye ki mujhe wahan bitha dijiye
aur aap apne office chale jaiye, MD ko report bhi toh
deni hai. Main usi bus se nikal jaungi.”


Neeta jaanti thi ki train se jaana aur bhi mushkil hai;
Ranchi se maike ke liye sirf do hi trains thi, ek subah
aur ek raat ko, aur woh bhi pahunchne mein 12-14 ghante
le leti thin. Isliye unhone private bus ki booking karwayi thi.
Private bus’ein thoda 'lahriya' (tez) chalti hain aur
7 se 10 ghante mein doori nipat deti hain—halaanki yeh bus ki
haalat aur raaste mein sawari utaarne-charhane par depend karta hai.


Dono ko agar Roadways se hi jaana hota toh woh faltu mein
private bus ki ticket pehle se book hi kyun karate?
Roadways ka kiraya bhale hi kam hota tha, par unki raftar
bahut dheemi hoti thi aur un sarkari bason ki halat bhi
sarkar ke jaisi hi khasta aur tuti-phuti rehti thi. Dusri taraf,
private bus mein sleeper ka intezam hota tha aur seats bhi
achhi milti thin. abhi yahan wahan se AC buses toh nahi chalti thin,
par phir bhi private bason ka sukoon Roadways se kahin behtar tha.

Neeta aur Ravi aapas mein yahi sab jod-ghatao kar rahe the ki
tabhi wahi buddha, jiske saath abhi office ke andar Ravi ki
jhadap hui thi, kahin se ghoom-gham kar wapas aa gaya. Usne
ek baar phir ruk kar Neeta ko apni gehri nazron se ghoora.
Uska ghoorna itna ajeeb tha ki Neeta ke badan mein ek thithuran
si daur gayi. Woh buddha bina kuch kahe, thirchi nazron se
unhe dekhta hua wapas usi office ke andar jaakar baith gaya.
wah buddha bahar se ek plan banakar aaya tha.. udhar wah
neeta ko bhi baar baar ghoor rha tha, Neeta ko uska baar-baar
ghoorna bilkul raas nahi aa raha tha, par Ravi abhi bhi apne
gusse aur agle intezam ki udhedbun mein laga tha.



Ravi ke bagal mein khadi Neeta ke laal blouse ke side se
uski kaali bra ka lace thoda bahar nikal aaya tha.
Us gori peeth aur laal blouse ke beech woh kaala lace
ek alag hi kashish paida kar raha tha. Office ki window
ke thik upar ek lambi white rod-light lagi hui thi,
jiski tej roshni seedha Neeta par gir rahi thi.
Us roshni mein Neeta ke honthon par lagi laal lipstick
aise chamak rahi thi maano koi madak drishya taiyaar ho raha ho.
28 saal ki hone ja rahi Neeta, jiska qad 5.4 feet tha aur
badan ekdum chharhara aur dhala hua, us waqt kisi apsara se kam nahi lag rahi thi.

Uski woh 34 inch ki chuchiyan, jinhe us bra aur tight blouse
ne badi mushkil se qaid kar rakha tha, rod-light ki roshni
mein aur bhi ubhar kar dikh rahi thin. Neeta jaise-jaise
gehri saans leti aur chhodti, uske uroz (sthan) saans ke
saath-saath upar-neeche hote the. Yeh nazaara dekh kar
office ke andar clerk ke paas baithe us buzurg ke ling mein
yauvan ka sanchaar hone laga tha.

Woh buddha khidki ke niche wale khule bhaag (grill) se
Neeta ko lagaatar ghoore ja raha tha. Aur woh ghoore bhi kyun na?
Abhi kuch hi der pehle uske pati Ravi ne usey 50-100 gandi
gaaliyan di thin sirf isliye kyunki usne bus ke time-table par
thoda sa gyaan de diya tha. Woh buddha ab Neeta ki us kaatilana
khoobsoorti aur Ravi ke gusse waale bartaav ke beech jhool rha tha.
Uske dimaag mein shayad us be-izzati ka badla lene ka khayal aa rha tha.
wah aapas mei bat baat kar rhe ravi or neeta ko dekhe hi jaa rha tha.
Neeta us light ke niche khadi apni hi duniya mein gum thi,
par us buzurg ki nazrein uske jism ka ek-ek kona naap rahi thin.



Neeta ki nazar jab us buzurg par padi, toh woh saham gayi.
Us 60-62 saal ke buddhe ka rang jitna gehra kaala tha,
uske sar ke baal utne hi safed ho chuke the. Lekin uski
banawat kisi bimar ya lachar buzurg jaisi nahi thi; uski
height lagbhag 6 feet ke qareeb thi, chhati chaudi thi
aur pet ekdum sapat—kahin se bhi latka hua nahi tha. Woh
office ke andar chair par aise baitha tha ki uski dhoti
uski jaanghon ke kaafi upar tak khisak gayi thi, jaisa ki
aksar dehati ilako mein mard aaram se baithte waqt kar
lete hain. Us buzurg ki aankhen ekdum laal thin,
maano abhi-abhi sharab ki poori botal chadhakar aaya ho.

Jaise hi Neeta ne usey dekha, uski "sixth sense" ne khatre
ka ishara kar diya. Auraton mein mardon ki niyat bhaampne
ka ek kudrati yantra hota hai, aur Neeta ko samajh aa gaya
tha ki woh buzurg usey kis nazar se dekh raha hai. Usne turant
apne blouse ke side ko theek kiya aur khisak kar bahar aaye
apne 34-inch ke ubhaaro ko saree ke pallu se achhe se dhak liya.
Neeta ko aise sahma hua aur apne jism ko samet-te huye dekh kar,
us buzurg ke ling mein shayad tarang daudi hogi. tabhi usne
neeta ko dekhte dekhte apni dhoti ko adjust kiya.

Woh buddha bina sharm ke neeta ko taade ja rha tha.
apna munh khol kar besharmo ki tarah Neeta ko dekh kar
muskura raha tha. Uske saamne ke daant tambaku aur paan
se ekdum laal aur badshurat ho rahe the. Uska woh chehra
dekh kar Neeta ka mann ghin se bhar gaya. Usey wahan ek pal
rukna bhi ab bhari lag raha tha.

Woh turant Ravi ke aur nikat aa gayi aur uski baanh ko kas
kar pakadte huye boli:

“Chaliye na yahan se... ab jab bus chali hi gayi hai,
toh yahan ruk kar ladai karne ka kya fayeda? .”

Ravi, jo abhi bhi clerk ki khidki par apna haq jata raha tha,
gusse mein tamtamatay huye bola:

“Pagal ho gayi ho kya? yeh saale aise hi haramkhor karte hain.
upar se MD ka project sir par hai. Abhi ghar gayi toh kal subah
tak ka time kharab hoga. Main is saale clerk ka bandobast karke hi dam lunga!”

Neeta ne dabi hui awaaz mein, udhar khidki ki taraf ishara kiye bina phir se kaha:

“Par mujhe yahan achha nahi lag raha Ravi... ajeeb log hain yahan.”

Lekin Ravi apni hi dhun mein tha. Woh buddha ab bhi wahi
baitha besharmi se muskura raha tha, maano woh Ravi ki
gaaliyon ka nahi, balki Neeta ki bebasi ka mazaa le raha ho.
Usne apne honthon par lage paan ke laal thook ko andar hi
nigla aur apni laal aankhon se Neeta ke pallu ke piche chhupe
us jism ko ghoorete huye huye clerk ko ishara kiya...
ki bol ho jayega... or aage se na ka ishara kiya..
(shayad usne yeh kaha hoga ki bata do per mera jikr na karna)

Clerk ne chehre par hairani jatate huye Usne dabi awaaz mein pucha:

“Lekin ustad, tum to subah nikalane wale the, Abhi toh sirf 8.30 baj rahe hain...
aur abhi to sawariyan bhi nhi hain. ek sawari ke bharose jaaoge
to kharcha bhi nhi nikalega... raste mei sawari milegi ya nhi koi

thikana nhi hai. yeh bus to subah waali hai. jo booking ho rakhi hai.
wah sawari bhi kuchh der mei aane lagegi.. buddhe se clerk bola..

buddhe ne paan ki ek moti pichkari kone mein fenkte huye bola:

“Kharcha-pani ki chinta tu mat kar, Aaj 'vasooli'
raste mein andhere mein hogi. Tu bas is babu ko ticket de
aur meri subah ki sabhi booking kisi or bus mei kar kar de.
yah doosri bus mei shift kar de.


Clerk ko ab sab samajh aa gaya tha. budhha raat mei hi
sitamarhi nikalne ke liye kyon raaji ho gaya hai. clerk
ne buddhe ki or dekhkar muskuraya. or turant palat kar
Ravi ko aawaj lagate huye kaha..

“Are babu! Ek bus hai, woh bhi Sitamarhi ja rahi hai,”
piche se clerk ki awaaz aayi.

Yeh sunte hi Ravi aur Neeta dono ki jaan mein jaan aayi.
Woh dono ek saath chilla pade:

“Kahan hai bus? Aur kab khulegi?”

Clerk ne unhe ashwasan dete huye kaha:

“Bas ab niklenge hi, wahan khadi hai 1785 number ki bus.
Seat bhi khali hogi.”

Clerk ne Ravi ko bhada (fare) bataya aur bola ki unka nuksan hua hai,
isliye woh thoda kam paise de dein. Usne aage kaha:

“Aap passenger ko baithaiye... abhi thodi hi sawariyan hain.
Pehle baith jaiye, phir aake apna ticket banwa lijiye.”

Neeta ko ab rahat mehsoos ho rahi thi. Akhir ab maike jaane
mein sirf kuch sau kilometre ka hi fasla bacha tha.
Ravi turant Neeta ko lekar bus ke paas pahunch gaya.

Usne bus ke darwaze se andar jhaank kar dekha.
Bus ke andar ka nazara thoda ajeeb aur dhundhla tha.
Seeton par purane parde parde bhi pade the.
Bus mein kuch log baithe dikhayi diye,
jinmein 2-3 ladies bhi thin aur kuchh log bahar bus ke bahar bhi khade the.
ravi ne unmei ek se puchha ki yhei bus ja rhi hai..
to wahan khdi 1 aadmi bola, hann abhi conductor sahab bol
gaye hain ki ab chalna hai, aap bhi birajiye...-wah yuvak bola.

bus ke andar kuchh Log bus ki sleeper seeton par lete huye the,
isliye bahar se yeh anuman lagana mushkil tha ki kaun
si seat bhari hai aur kaun si khali. Bus mein kadam rakhte
hi unhe shuruat ki ek-do seetein khali nazar aayin.

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is story ke viewer nhi writer baniye, hmen idea dijiye,
plot likhiye, agar achha hua to use mei shamil karenge.


Continued.. Stay tuned

[momass]

awesome bro

[Sanjay Sen]

Woww nice plot   keep going 

[thyroid]

Continue this awesome story. Thanks!!!

[srider69]

Good... sorry. Eagerly awaiting next updates

[Dadaji Ki Kahani]

ek likhi hui story aag badhane me itna waqt?

[haqiqatekamal]

Update 3



Ravi bus ke darwaze par khada hokar andar ki haalat dekh raha tha.
Usne naak sikodte huye Neeta se pucha: “Bus mein gaon ke log baithe
huye hain, aur andar bidi ki gandi badbu aa rahi hai. Tum isme ja paogi?”
Ravi ko shayad Neeta ki takleef ka khayal aaya ya 
phir woh us mahaul se thoda chid raha tha. 
Usne thoda ruk kar aage kaha:
“Dikkat hogi toh aaj chhod do. Subah hum dono saath mein nikal lenge.”

Lekin Neeta ke dimaag mein toh maike pahunchne ki dhun sawar thi.
 Usne turant Ravi ko ashwasan dete huye jawab diya:
“Kal faldaan hai, jaana zaroori hai. Main chali jaungi,
 aap fikra mat kijiye. Aap kal aate rahiyega.”
Neeta ne apna bag sambhala aur bus ke andar kadam badha diye.
“Phir theek hai,” Ravi ne Neeta se kaha, “Tum andar baitho,
main ticket aur paani ki botal la deta hoon.”

Ravi wapas ticket counter wale office mein aa gaya aur
ticket katwane ke liye paise dene laga. or ek ticket kaat kar de diya.
Clerk ye lo babu ticket. sanbhal kar rakhiyega. raste mei bheed bhaad mei kho
na jaye.. baad mei check hota hai. 
wah buddha abhi bhi wahi ticket officem ei clerk ke paas baitha baitha muskura rha tha.
ravi ne buddhe ki or dekha, or socha saale aaj tujhe maarta jaroor agar yeh log beech mei
nhi aa jaate.

Ravi abhi yeh soch hi rha tha ki clerk ne us buddhe ki or dekhte huye, 
ravi se fir se puchha ki- 
“babu, 2 ticket ka paisa kam hai. Kya akele ka hi ticket katega?”

Ravi ne jawab diya:

“Haan, meri gharwali hi jayegi.”

Ravi ne ticket liya aur paas ki dukaan se paani ki 
2 botlein khareedin, phir wapas bus ki taraf chal diya. 
Uske kadmon mein thodi jhijhak thi, par MD ki report 
aur waqt ki kami us par haavi ho rahi thi.

[haqiqatekamal]

BUS KA LAYOUT-

Us 1785 number ki bus ka layout bilkul un private sleeper
bason jaisa tha jo aksar lambe safar ke liye chalti hain.
Bus do mukhhya hisson (compartments) mein banti hui thi.

Agla hissa driver, helper aur khalasi ke liye tha, 
jahan unke baithne ki jagah thi. Uske thik piche 
sawariyon wala main cabin shuru hota tha. 
In dono hisson ke beech ek mazboot partition tha 
aur beech mein ek gate laga tha, jo dono compartment
ko jodta tha.

Jab aap sawari wale cabin mein dakhil hote, toh Right side ka
poora hissa sirf sleeper berths ka tha. Niche ki taraf
lagbhag 10 sleeper seat thin aur unke thik upar bhi itni
hi sleeper seat bani hui thin.

Left side ka intezam thoda alag aur 'multi-purpose' tha.
Niche ki taraf aisi seats thin jinhe 'sitting' aur 'sleeping'
dono tarah se istemal kiya ja sakta tha. Yaani agar 2 seats ko
milakar piche ki taraf jhuka diya jaye, toh woh ek sleeper
bed ban jati thin, warna baithne ke liye do alag-alag chair.
Lekin isi left side mein upar wala hissa sirf sleeper 
berths ke liye hi tha.

Poori bus mein sleeper aur sitting ka yeh milajula
intezam kaafi gehma-gehmi wala lag raha tha, kyunki
sleeper berths par parde pade hone ki wajah se yeh 
andaza lagana mushkil tha ki kahan kaun leta hai 
aur kaun si seat khali hai.

[haqiqatekamal]

Neeta bus ke andar dakhil ho chuki thi. Shuruat mein usne
sawariyon wale us main compartment mein jaane ki koshish ki,
lekin wahan ka nazaara dekh kar uske kadam thithak gaye.
Seeton par pade un bhari aur purane pardon ne poore cabin
ko ek ajeeb si neeli aur rahasyamay jagah jaisa bana diya tha.
Usey kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha ki un pardon ke piche
kaun kahan baitha hai aur kaun kahan leta hua hai.

Iske alawa, us band hisse se bidi aur sasti sharab ki
aisi teekhi durgandh (badbu) aa rahi thi ki Neeta ka
jee machlane laga. Itni gandi baas mein raat bhar ka
safar bitana thoda mushkil tha. Isliye, Neeta ne us main
compartment ke gehre andhere mein na jaakar, partition
wale gate ke paas wali seat par hi baithna behtar samjha.

Yahan baithne ka ek bada fayeda yeh tha ki bus chalne par
usey saamne ka, yaani aage ki sadak ka saara nazaara saaf
dikhne wala tha. khair use raatbhar yahi baithkar sadak
per nikalne wali gadiyan to ginni nhi hai.

Neeta ne mann hi mann socha ki ek baar bus raftaar pakad legi, 
toh bahar ki taaza hawa ke jhonke andar aayenge aur yeh 
dum ghutne wali badbu shayad kam ho jayegi. jab hawa se 
mahaul thoda theek hoga, tabhi woh andar jaakar apni sleeper 
seat par baithegi. Tab tak ke liye, woh wahi gate ke paas 
apne bag ko sambhalti hui baith gayi.


Ab tak Ravi bhi wapas bus ke paas pahunch gaya tha.
Usne Neeta ko ticket diya, paani ki botlein seat ke paas rakhin, 
aur suraksha ke lihaaz se apne mobile se Neeta ka ek photo bhi le liya.

Neeta ne waqt ki nazakat ko samjha aur Ravi se boli:

“Dekhiye bus chhootne mein kitna waqt lagta hai... 
aap chale jaiye, aapko project file bhi toh deni hai.”

Ravi ne dhire se jawab diya:

“Bus khulte hi nikal jaunga.”

Tabhi bus के andar se ek helper ne zor se awaaz lagayi:

“Chalo bhai! Koi paani, gutkha ya peshab karne wala 
ho toh nipta lo... bus khul rahi hai!”

Yeh sunkar Neeta ko yaad aaya ki safar lamba hai. Usne Ravi se kaha:

“Tum bag dekho, main abhi hokar aati hoon.”

Neeta bus se niche utar gayi. Wahan koi toilet toh bana nahi tha,
aur jahan sab mard khade hokar mut-te (peshab karte) the, wahan itni 
durgandh aur gandagi thi ki Neeta ki wahan khade hone ki bhi himmat nahi hui.

Raat ke 9 baj rahe the. Bus stand par ab jyada log nhi the,
jo the bhi wah bus ke aage the. bus ke pichhe Har taraf kooda
pheka hua tha aur peshab ki teekhi badbu naak mein chubh rahi thi.
Neeta thoda aur piche ki taraf, bus ke pichle hisse ki or chali gayi.
Wahan bus ke indicator ki halki laal pili roshni pahunch rahi thi, 
jisse zameen par pada kooda-karkat thoda saaf dikh raha tha.

Charon taraf ghoom kar dekhne ke baad Neeta ko tasalli hui 
ki wahan usey koi nahi dekh raha. Usne apni saree aur petticoat 
ko kaafi upar tak uthaya, panty niche sarkayi aur wahi baith 
kar peshab karne lagi.

Door lage bus ke backlight ki us halki roshni mein, Neeta ke safed aur 
chikne chutar kisi chaand ki tarah chamak rahe the. 
door lage ek bijli ke pole ki light bhi ustak halki halki hi pahunch rhi hti.
kyonki wah bus ke thoda side mei tha. lkein bus ke huss hisse mei
khoob ujala dikh rha tha. khair us light ko dimag se nikalte huye
Usne apni saree aur petticoat ko kafi upar kiya,
taaki neeche ki gandagi uske kapdon mein na lag jaye.

Peshab karke woh jaise hi uthi aur apne kapde 
sambhalti hui piche mudi, uske hosh ud gaye. Saamne wahi 
badshurat shakal wala buzurg khada tha, neeta yeh jaanti thi yeh
wahi office wala buddha hai. jo apne laal daant dikhate huye
besharmo ki tarah muskura raha tha.

[haqiqatekamal]

Neeta andar tak kaamp uthi. Uske chehre par wahi besharmi waali 
mushkurahat thi, uska ek haath neeche dhoti ke beech kuchh pakde
hua tha, buddha us  roshni mein uski safed dhoti bilkul saaf dikh 
rahi thi, par doori ke karan pakde kya hua hai wo neeta ko samajh
nhi aa paaya tha. 

Buddha neeta ki taraf badhne laga. Neeta ghabra kar idhar udhar dekhne lagi.
Tabhi use Ravi aata dikha, wo daur kar ravi ke paas pahunchi. 
Ravi darr se lagbhag hanf rhi neeta ko dekh kar bola “kya hua?”.

“wwwoo... aa... aadmi!” Neeta ghabrai hui thi. uske bol nhi nikal rhe the.
Isse pehle wo kuchh bolti Ravi us aadmi ki taraf lapka.
“Madharchod! bhonsdi waale!” jab tak buddha kuchh bole tab tak
ravi ne usko jhapad lagane shuru kar diye. 

“Haramzaade, do kaudi ke insaan, tu yahan peshab karti mahilaon 
ko dekhta hai. madarchod.. teri himmat kaise hui meri yahan aane ki...
jab koi yahan peshab kar rha tha. wo sambhla bhi nahi tha ki ravi usper 
2-4 haath lagaa chukaa tha! Ye sab itni jaldi hua ki
Neeta bhi kuchh samajh nhi paayii. ab tak shor sunkar 2-3 log or
idhar udhar se aa gaye.. wah bhi hath sath karne ke mood mei the.

ab buddha kas ke pitne wala tha, or buddha gidgida bhi rha tha.
sahab hame kuchh pata nhi hum to bus ka tyre ka hawa dekhne aaye the.
saale madarchod teri hawaa abhi main bharta Hun.. ravi gusse mei bola..
tu hain kaun madarchod bus mei tyre ki hawa dekhne wala...
sahab mai isi bus ka khalasi hun...

kyonki ravi ne abtak uski shakl dekh li thi...
yah modarchod wahi buddha hai... jo kuchh time pahle office mei baithkar
ravi ko bus ke time per jaane ka gyan de rha tha. tab use sirf galiyan hi padi thi.
lekin ravi ne isko usi se jod liya or fir se pitne ke liye hath utha liya.
tab tak buddha bola.. maalik hame raat mie kuchh dikhta tak nhi hai..
wahn kaun hai iska kaise pata chalega.. 

buddhe ki yeh baat sunkar sabhi log ruk se gaye... ravi bhi thoda shant hota dikha.
Neeta ko us buddhe ko dekh kar daya aa gayi,
Aur fir us buddhe ne kuchh kiya bhi to nahi tha. wah to bus dekh rha tha... 
kya pata ki use kam light ke karan kuchh dikh hi na rha ho.
agar wah dekh bhi rha tha to wah khud khule mein peshab karegi
to galti use dekhne waale ki thode hi hai!... bus usne apni dhoti ke andar 
se kya pakada hua tha. neeta yeh abhi bhi nhi samjh pa rhi thi.

usne ise ek waham maankar ravi ke paas pahunchi or uska hath 
pakad kar wahan se thdoa door karte huye... kaha chalo chhodo.. jaane do.
Ravi ka gussa thoda shant hua per wah bola. “Neeta! kal hi jana, abhi jana
thik nahi hai”

“Aap bhi na! til ka taar bana dete hain. Kuchh nahi hua hai.
aur bus mein kai sawari jismei auratein bhi hain. koi dikkat nahi hogi. 
Fir mere paas mobile bhi hai, koi problem hoga to main call kar lungi. 
aap tension mat lijiye” Neeta ne Ravi ko shant karte hue kaha....

“Are! tum samajhti nahi ho. jab tak tum ghar nahi pahunch jaogi
tab tak main tension mein rahunga! Bus chhodo, main tumhe gaadi 
se pahuncha deta hoon” (ravi ki yeh baat sunkar neeta aise chaunki, 
jaise jab hairan karne wala jhooth bolta hai.) 
 
“Aap bewajah pareshaan hote hain. aapko office ka kaam karna hai. 
Aap nischint ho kar jaiye, main ghar pahunch kar aapko call kar lungi”

ab mamala shant ho gaya tha--- buddhe ne bhi rahat ki sans li...

[haqiqatekamal]

buddha apni chaalbaji se aaj bach gaya... is poore ghatna chakra se pahle


Asal mein, ticket counter se Ravi ke nikalte hi woh buddha 
bhi uske lagbhag piche-piche (thoda antar ke sath) bus ki 
taraf chal diya tha. Woh bus ke tyre check kar raha tha. 
Jab Neeta niche utri aur bus ke piche gayi, tab woh dusri side tha. 
Lekin jab Neeta wahan baith kar peshab karne lagi, tab tyre 
check karte waqt us buddhe ki nazar un 'safed chand' jaise 
chamakte chutadon par padi.

Usey pehle nahi pata tha ki wahan kaun hai, par nazaara itna 
madak tha ki uske kadam thithak gaye. Neeta ne peshab karne 
ke baad turant apni saree aur petticoat niche nahi giraya tha. 
Wajah darr nahi, balki wahan phaili hui gandagi aur uska apna 
behne wala peshab hoga. 

Agar woh baithe-baithe hi saree chhod deti, 
toh kapde us gandi zameen aur peshab se lath-path ho jaate. Isliye, 
woh jhuki hui haalat mein hi thoda piche hati, zameen ki gandagi 
se bachte huye usne apni panty upar khinchi aur phir 
petticoat-saree ko niche giraya.

Yeh saara kaam mushkil se 2 second mein hua hoga, 
lekin us halki roshni mein Neeta ke jhuke hone aur 
kapde sambhalne ke chakkar mein, un gore aur chikne chutadon 
ka poora nazaara us buddha ki aankhon mein qaid ho gaya. 
Jab usne dekha ki yeh wahi Neeta hai jiske pati ki usse thodi
der pahle bahas hui thi, toh uski khushi dugni ho gayi. 
Woh badla lene ka mauka ab usey saaf dikhne laga tha. 
lekin tab tak neeta ne use dekh liya or kahani palat gayi.
uske baad aaj use galiyan hi nhi balki thappad bhi pade. 
ab mamala rafa dafa jaisa ho gaya tha. or bus ne bhi 
horn baja diya tha. jo ikki dukki sawari utari thi, wah bhi 
chadhne lagi or neeta bhi bus mei chadh gayi

Ravi neeta ke sath bus mein ghus chuka tha “abhi ke liye yahin baith jao, 
khidki ke paas. garmi nahi lagegi” fir andar sleeper seat per baith jana.
“theek hai! koi bhi problem ho to turant mujhe call karna, 
sare SP-DSP ko main janta hoon, security officer turant wahan pahunch jayegi.” 
Neeta bus ke darwaje ke paas waali khidki se lagi seat par baith gayi
 
“aap tension nahi lijiyega, main subah aapko call karungi. 
Raat ho rhi hai, aapko office bhi jana hai, boss ke project ke liye. aap jaiye”
Ravi ne neeta se aakhiri ke kuchh shabd kaan mei bole the, 
“theek hai! koi bhi problem ho toturant mujhe call karna. 
 
“ab tak Driver ne bus start kar di thi or dheere dheere 
aage badhne lagi thi, Ravi apni gadi mein baith kar ghar ki taraf nikla. 
Bus jaise hi bus stand se nikalne wala tha, wo buddha daur kar
bus mein chadh gaya. Neeta ghabra gayi. neeta ne turant driver ko 
bus rokne ke liye chillaye or apne parsh se apna phone nikalate lagi.

Buddhe ne kaha “are madam, hum aapka kya bigada tha, bina matlab ka 
humko pitwa diye” Buddhe ki awaaj sun kar Neeta ka darr thoda kam hua. 
Par uske munh se daru ki baas bahut tez aa rahi thi. 
“Tum wahan mujhe ghoor kyun rahe the?”

ab buddha bol pada are madam aap kyon pareshan ho rahi hain. 
main is bus ka khalasi condector hun. 

“Hum wahan ghoor kahan rahe the! pahle to tyre ka hawa check kiye,
fir aap ki hi tarah hmko bhi peshab laga tha. apke hatne ka intezaar
kar rahe the. 

buddhe hun, aankh kamzor hai, humko ta pate nahi chala ki wahan 
koi marad manush hai ki koi aurat! ab is umra mein hum aisa neech 
harkat karenge? bahu beti ki umar ki hain aap.”

buddhe ki baat sunkar Neeta thoa relax hui, lekin use abhi bhi phone hath
mei le rkha tha. wah Confuse thi. Neeta ka sixth sense cheekh cheekh kar 
kah raha tha ki buddha ka irada theek nahi hai par use 
buddhe ki baaton mein sachchai lag rahi thi. 
Aur fir buddhe ne kuchh kiya to nahi tha. 

Neeta ko soch mei dooba dekh... Buddha bola...


"madam, aaj ka yeh aakhiri bus hai, hum bhi jaate nhi aapke liye 
jaane ko taiyar huye hain. or apne dant niporne laga. buddhe ki baat
sune neeta ko gussa bhi aaya or ghar jaane ki khushi bhi ho rhi thi. 
buddha aage bola, hum aapke marada ko bata diye the, ki hum isi bus ka khalai hain.
yeh baat sunkar neeta ko thoda hairat bhi hui or relax bhi. (kyonki Ravi ne use kuchh
nhi bataya tha ki yeh pitne wala buddha isi bus ka khalasi hai)

per neeta ko kuchh samjh nhi aa rha tha ki wah kya kare? wah soch rhi thi, 
mere karan iski pitai bhi ho gayi....

[satya203]

Really enjoyed your story! The plot and characters are amazing. Looking forward to your next update—can’t wait to see what happens next