Misc. Erotica The Forbidden Island

[Joker44]

Hi all! 

I’m here with another story. Ye story mujhe ek reader ne share ki thi. I’m not really sure about the original author, but original story kaafi short aur rushed thi. Mujhe iska basic theme kaafi interesting laga, so I decided to completely rewrite it in my own way.
Original story se sirf characters aur basic setting li gayi hai. Baaki story ke saare aspects, twists, turns, threats aur developments meri imagination se hain. Basically, maine ise apne style mein ek completely different story bana diya hai.
I had actually written this story quite some time ago, but kabhi post nahi kiya. 
And don’t worry, main apni old stories abandon nahi kar raha hoon. Instead, main abhi un sabko complete kar raha hoon. Stories kaafi long hain, isliye sabko finish karne mein kuch months lagenge. Once they’re completely finished from my end, I’ll be able to give you continuous updates without making you wait for every chapter.
So please thoda patience rakho. 
Lekin ye story already mere laptop par completely finished hai, so I thought, why not post this one in the meantime? Iski updates bhi hopefully ek month ke andar complete ho jayengi.
So, enjoy the story! ❤️
And as always, hope you guys like it.


Story Begins....

Mumbai ki shaam hamesha ek ajeeb si behaya raftaar ke saath aati thi—bhaagti hui gaadiyon ka shor, door samundar se aati namkeen hawa, aur un unchi emaraton ke shishen jo dhalati dhoop mein sone ki tarah chamakte the. Marine Drive ke paas bane us aalishan residential tower ke barahwein maale par, 3BHK ke us luxurious flat mein bhi dhoop ki aakhri narangi kiranen aakar phail gayi thin.
Lekin us chaar hazar square feet ke ghar ke andar ek aisi khamoshi thahri hui thi, jo kisi dharati ke andar hone wale zalzale se pehle hoti hai. Bahar se dekhne par Sharma family parfect lagti thi—ek behad kamyaab businessman pati, ek behad khoobsurat aur sambhalti hui biwi, aur ek shaant, padhaaku beta. Lekin us mehangay Italian marble aur designer lights ke peeche, rishte dheere-dheere ret ki tarah phisal rahe the.
Raj Sharma, 45 saal ke, apne hi khade kiye hue textile empire ke bojhtale itne dabe hue the ki unke liye unka ghar sirf ek aisi jagah ban chuka tha jahan woh nahaane, kapde badalne aur paanch ghante ki adhi-adhuri neend lene aate the. Unka chahra hamesha ek ajeeb se tanav mein rehta, aankhon ke neeche kaale ghere aur mathe par waqt se pehle aayi shrikant. Subah saat baje unka briefcase band hota aur raat ke baarah baje unke jooton ki aawaaz hallway mein gunjti.


Ghar ke baaki do logon ke liye woh ek saaya ban chuke the.

Priya Sharma ne dining table par rakhe hue crystal vase ko ek baar phir se adjust kiya. Unki umar baalis saal ki ho chuki thi, lekin unhe dekh kar koi bhi yeh kehne ki jurrat nahi kar sakta tha. Priya ki kaaya mein ek aisa raw, mature aakarshan tha jo umar ke saath aur gahra ho gaya tha. Resham jaise kaale baal jo kamar tak lehraate the, aur unka jism—ek aisi tanaav aur soft curves ka milan jo yoga ki saalon ki tapasya se bana tha. Pet bilkul flat, kamar patli, aur unke bhari-bhari D-cup breasts jo har saree ya kurta ke andar apni ek ba-asar mojoodgi darz karwate the.
Priya ne balcony ki taraf dekha. Unke chahre par ek halki, udas muskaan aayi. Woh mirror ke samne khadi hui. Aam tor par log is umar mein dhalne lagte hain, lekin Priya ka jism jaise apne sabse madhosh daor se guzar raha tha. Unki gori rangat, chodhvi ke chaand jaisa gol chahra, aur badi, bolti hui aankhen. Lekin us khoobsurati ko sarahne wala ghar mein koi nahi tha. Raj ke paas unhe dekhne ka waqt nahi tha, aur Priya ke dil ke andar ek aisi pyas janam le rahi thi jo jism se zyada rooh ki akelapan thi.
"Ab bhi itni sundar hoon... lekin kis ke liye?" unhone khud se aahista se kaha, aur apni saree ke pallu ko sahi karte hue kitchen ki taraf badh gayi.
Kitchen mein jab poha pakne ki khushbu phailne lagi, tabhi Arjun wahan aaya. Unka unnis saal ka beta. Arjun thoda introvert tha, kitabon aur apni hi duniya mein gum rehne wala. Lekin apni maa ke liye uske dil mein ek behad azeeb, shiddat bhari waftadari thi. Woh apni maa ka sabse bada sahara tha, aur shayad Priya bhi yeh baat jaanti thin.








Arjun ne fridge khola aur cold water ki bottle nikalte hue maa ko dekha. Priya us waqt gas ke paas jhuki hui thin. Unhone ek light yellow rang ki mulmul ki saree pehni hui thi, blouse thoda tight tha jo unki peeth aur waist ke deep curves ko ubhar raha tha. Jab woh poha chalaane ke liye aage jhuk thin, unka saree ka pallu thoda sa sarak gaya tha, jis se unka gehra cleavage aur breasts ka uper ka hissa saaf jhalak raha tha.
Arjun ki nazar ek microsecond ke liye wahan atki. Uske dil ki dhadkan achanak tez hui. Usne turant apni nazar hata li, ek ajeeb sa guilt uske seene mein daud gaya.
"Mumma... aaj phir se poha?" Arjun ne apni aawaaz ko jitna ho sake normal rakhne ki koshish karte hue poochha.
Priya ne peeche mud kar dekha, unke chahre par wahi mithi, aanchal jaisi muskaan thi jo Arjun ke saare tanav ko pigments mein baant deti thi. "Haan beta. Tumhe pasand hai na? Chalo, baitho, main abhi garam-garam lagati hoon."
Woh plate mein poha nikalne lagin. Unki choodiyon ki khanak kitchen ke sannate ko tod rahi thi. "Papa aaj ghar pe hain," Priya ne aahista se kaha, unki aawaaz mein ek dabaye hue intezar ka dard tha. "Thoda time nikaal ke baat kar lena unse, Arjun. Tum dono ke beech ki doori mujhe achhi nahi lagti."
Arjun ne dining chair khainchi aur baith gaya. "Main try karta hoon Mumma... lekin Papa toh hamesha phone ya laptop mein hi rehte hain. Unke paas mere liye time kahan hai?"
Priya ne plate uske samne rakhi aur uske sar par haath phiraaya. Unke haath ki garmaahat aur unke jism se aati jasmine aur chandan ki halki khushbu Arjun ke sanson mein utar gayi. "Koshish karo, beta. Rishte sambhalne padte hain."
Tabhi Raj Sharma kitchen ki taraf aaye. Haath mein iPad, doosre haath mein Bluetooth earpiece. Unhone ek baar bhi Priya ki taraf nahi dekha, na hi Arjun ki taraf koi baap wali warm look di.
"Raj... aaj Sunday hai," Priya ne aage badhte hue behad soft voice mein kaha, unki aankhon mein ek aakhri umeed thi. "Thoda family time nikaalo na. Aaj hum sab saath mein breakfast karte hain."
Raj ne iPad se nazar hataye bina hi jawab diya, aawaaz mein koi jazbaat nahi the. "Meeting hai mere video call pe. Dubai ke client hain. Main study room mein khana mangwa lunga. Tum log khao."
Woh palat kar apne study room ki taraf badh gaye. Unke qadmon ki aawaaz ke saath hi Priya ka chahra ek baar phir bujh gaya. Unka pallu niche gir gaya tha, lekin unhe sambhalne ka hosh nahi raha.
Arjun ne apni maa ke un dhale hue shandhon ko dekha. Uska dil chah raha tha ki woh uthe aur Papa par chillaaye, lekin woh chup raha.
Priya ne apne aansuon ko andar hi ghoont liya aur Arjun ki taraf dekh kar ek nakli muskaan bikhri. "Chalo beta... hum dono kha lete hain."
Do-pahar ke waqt, jab Raj apne study room mein kisi international deal par chilla rahe the, Priya balcony mein khadi thin. Unke baal hawa mein ud rahe the. Pata nahi kyun, aaj unhe apna hi ghar ek pinjra lag raha tha. Unki umar ka woh mod jahan ek aurat ko sabse zyada muhabbat, izzat aur sahare ki zaroorat hoti hai, wahan woh bilkul akeli thin.
Arjun dhere se balcony ke darwaze par aaya. Usne dekha ki uski maa ki aankhen nam thin. Uska pair aage badha aur usne dhere se Priya ke shoulder par apna haath rakh diya.
Priya ne chounk kar peeche dekha, lekin Arjun ko dekh kar unka tanaav kam ho gaya. Unhone Arjun ka haath apne gaal par lagaaya aur uske baal sehlaaye. "Haan beta? Tumne padhai kar li?"
"Mumma... aap theek ho?" Arjun ne uski aankhon mein jhankte hue poochha.
Priya ki aankhon se ek aansu phisalke Arjun ki ungliyon par gira. "Haan beta. Bas... kabhi-kabhi lagta hai ki main is ghar mein ek shringaar ki cheez ban ke reh gayi hoon. Papa bahut door nikal gaye hain humse."
Arjun ke andar ka beta jaag utha. Usne aage badh kar Priya ko apne gale se laga liya. "Aap aisa mat socho, Mumma. Main hoon na aapke saath. Main aapko kabhi akela nahi chhodunga."
Priya ne bhi Arjun ko kas ke pakad liya. Us pal mein, do bhatke hue dil ek doosre se lipat gaye the. Priya ke bhari aur soft breasts Arjun ke seene par tight press hue. Priya ke jism ki woh warmth, uski body scent, aur uski saanson ki garmi Arjun ki neck par mehsoos hui. Arjun ke jism mein ek ajeeb sa current daud gaya. Ek aisi aanch jo betepan ki sarhad ko chhute hue bhi kuch aur mehsoos karwa rahi thi. Arjun ko achanak ahasas hua ki uski maa ek behad khoobsurat aur jawan aurat bhi hain.
Guilt ke ek jhatke ke saath, Arjun dhere se alag hua. Unka chahra halka sa laal tha. Priya ne shayad is baat par dhyan nahi diya, unhe bas apne bete ka sahara mehsoos hua tha.
Shaam ko, ghar ka mahool aur bhari ho gaya tha. Priya ne living room mein apna yoga mat bichhaya. Yeh unka roz ka routine tha—jism ko fit rakhne aur dimaag ke shor ko shaant karne ka ek zariya.
Living room ka darwaza adha khula tha. Arjun apne kamre se kitchen ki taraf paani lene ja raha tha ki uski nazar pad gayi.
Priya us waqt *Downward-Facing Dog* aur *Cobra Pose* kar rahi thin. Unhone ek tight black gym leggings aur ek low-cut sports bra pehna hua tha. Saree utar chuki thi. Unki kamar ka arc, unki bhari hips jo hawa mein thin, aur jab woh aage jhuk thin toh unke heavy D-cup breasts sports bra ke andar se bahar aane ko beqaraar dikh rahe the. Unka pet ekdum flat tha, aur perspiration ki boonden unke gale aur chest par chamak rahi thin.
Arjun ke qadam wahin jam gaye. Uski saans atak gayi. Uske dimaag mein ek taraf apni maa ke liye izzat thi, aur doosri taraf ek 19 saal ke ladke ka jawan jism jo is bemisaal khoobsurati ko dekh kar machal utha tha.
Priya ne ek gehri saans li, unki chest ooper-neeche hui. Unki aankhen band thin.



Arjun ne zor se apni aankhen band ki. "Nahi... nahi Arjun, yeh teri maa hain. Tu yeh kya soch raha hai!" usne khud ko andar hi andar gusse mein daanta aur bina koi aawaaz kiye dhere se apne kamre mein wapas chala gaya, uska dil seene mein kisi janglee janwar ki tarah dhadak raha tha.
Raat ke do baje.
Ghar ke saare lights bujh chuke the. Master bedroom mein, king-size bed ke ek kone par Raj Sharma so rahe the—apni peeth Priya ki taraf kiye hue, unki saanson mein sirf thakan thi.
Doosre kone par Priya leti hui thi. Unki aankhen chhat par tiki thin. Unka haath dhere se apne hi pet par aur phir apni chest par gaya. Ek ajeeb si khalish thin. Ek khwahish ki koi unhe chhue, koi unhe bataye ki woh zinda hain, woh khoobsurat hain. Unka jism garmi se sulag raha tha, lekin paas leta hua pati ek barf ki deewar ban chuka tha. Unhone ek gehri aah bhari aur aankhen band kar li.
Wahin, doosre kamre mein, Arjun bhi jaag raha tha. Uski nazar ceiling par thi, lekin uski dimaag mein baar-baar maa ka woh roop, woh khushbu, aur unka woh soft touch ghoom raha tha. Woh guilt mein jal raha tha, lekin sath hi ek ajeeb si bekudi us par haawi ho rahi thi.
Sharma family bahar se ek aalishan mahel ki tarah khadi thi. Lekin andar se, uski buniyaad mein gehre cracks aa chuke the.
Aur un teeno mein se kisi ko yeh andaza nahi tha ki kuch hi hafton mein, ek luxury cruise ship par unki zindagi ka yeh naazuk shisha hamesha ke liye tootne wala tha—ek aisa toofan aane wala tha jo unke saare rishton ko hamesh ke liye badal kar rakh dega.

## Chapter 2: A Flicker of Hope
Agle hi hafte, Sharma family ke us shaant flat mein kuch aisa hua jiski kisi ne umeed nahi ki thi.
Raj ek raat office se thoda jaldi ghar aa gaye—raat ke kareeb saade nau baje. Puraane dino ki tarah unke chehre par wahi ghamand aur thakan thi, lekin unke qadmon mein ek alag si tezi thi.
Us waqt Priya kitchen mein khadi kal ke nashte ki taiyari kar rahi thi. Unhone ek halki pink rang ki silk nighty pehni hui thi. Us nighty ka fabric kaafi soft aur patla tha, jo unke jism ke curves se chipka hua tha. Light ke neeche unke bhari-bhari D-cup breasts ka shape bilkul saaf dikh raha tha, aur nighty ke neeche se unki toned thighs aur kamar ka curve jhalak raha tha.
Jab Priya chawal ke dibbe ko counter par rakh rahi thin, tabhi Raj ne peeche se aakar dhere se unki kamar par apna haath rakh diya.
Priya ek pal ke liye chaunk gayi. Unhone pichle kai mahinon se Raj ka aisa touch mehsoos nahi kiya tha. Unhone ghum kar Raj ki taraf dekha, unki badi aankhon mein hairani thi.
"Aaj itni jaldi? Sab theek toh hai na, Raj?" Priya ne dhere se poochha.
Raj ke chehre par ek halki si muskaan aayi—ek aisi smile jo shayad saal bhar se missing thi. "Haan... sab theek hai. Main bas raste mein soch raha tha. Hum teeno ko ek break ki zaroorat hai, Priya. Main... main kaam mein itna doob gaya tha ki tum par aur Arjun par dhyan hi nahi de paaya."
Priya ne unki taraf dekha. Unke dil ke kisi kone mein ek soyi hui umeed phir se jaag uthi. "Matlab? Aap kya kehna chahte ho?"
Raj ne fridge khol kar paani ki bottle nikali aur ek ghoont bhar kar bole, "Maine ek luxury cruise book ki hai. Agle mahine. Teen raat aur chaar din ka trip hai. Maldives ke paas ka route hai. Sirf hum teen honge. Koi client calls nahi, koi office ka pressure nahi. Bas humari family."
Priya ka chehra pehle toh ekdum blank hua, phir unke honton par ek khoobsurat, chamakti hui muskaan phail gayi. "Sach mein, Raj? Yeh... yeh toh bohot pyaara surprise hai!"
Unhone ek step aage badh kar Raj ke chest par apna haath rakha. Pink nighty ke andar se unki saansen thodi tez chalne lagi thin. "Mera kabse mann tha ki hum teeno kahin door chalein. Saath mein thoda waqt bitayein."
Raj ne unka haath pakda aur halka sa dabaya. Unka touch abhi bhi thoda formal aur mechanical tha, lekin Priya ke liye yeh bhi bohot bada badlaav tha. "Haan, Priya. Main is baar poori koshish karunga. Main promise karta hoon."
Tabhi Arjun apne kamre se paani lene ke liye bahar nikla. Kitchen mein Mom aur Dad ko itne paas khade aur baat karte dekh kar woh wahin ruk gaya. Uske chehre par surprise saaf dikh raha tha.
"Kya hua, Mumma? Sab khairiyat?" Arjun ne poochha.
Priya turant ghoomi, unka chehra khushi se khil utha tha. Unki gaalon par halki red rangat aa gayi thi. "Arjun! Beta, idhar aao. Tumhare Papa ne hum sabke liye ek cruise trip book kiya hai! Hum teeno saath ja rahe hain... khula samundar, bada sa ship, sab kuch!"
Arjun ki aankhen badi ho gayi. "Really, Papa? Khula samundar? Kab nikalna hai?"
"Agle mahine ki bees tareek ko," Raj ne muskura kar kaha. "Apni packing abhi se shuru kar do. Thode formal kapde bhi rakh lena, ek-do raaton ko main deck par dinner ke liye chalenge."
Us raat ghar ke mahol mein ek aisi warm energy aa gayi thi, jo shayad pichle do saalon se kahin kho gayi thi.
Agle kuch din ghar mein sirf packing aur shopping ki baatein hoti rahin. Flat mein jo sannaata rehta tha, woh ab kapdon ki shor aur travel bags ki chain kholne-band karne ki aawaazon se bhar gaya tha.
Priya ne apne wardrobe ke saare darwaze khol diye the. Sarees, evening gowns, beach dresses... aur naye khareede hue swimsuits.
Ek dopahar, Arjun apne kamre se nikal kar hall ki taraf ja raha tha. Master bedroom ka darwaza adha khula tha. Uski nazar andar gayi aur woh wahin freeze ho gaya.
Priya mirror ke samne khadi thi. Unhone ek black color ka one-piece swimsuit pehna hua tha, jo unhone specially cruise ke pool ke liye mangwaya tha. Fabric unke jism par ekdum tight chipka hua tha. Unke bhari breasts ko woh swimsuit tightly hold kiye hue tha, jis se deep neck ke upar unka cleavage bohot gehra dikh raha tha. Neeche unki kamar ka patla curve aur unki bhari thighs ekdum clear dikh rahi thin.
Priya side angle se mirror mein apna reflection dekh rahi thin. Unhone apna haath apne flat pet par rakha, jo yoga ki wajah se 42 ki umar mein bhi ekdum tight tha, aur phir apne shoulders ko peeche karke apni posture check ki.
Arjun ki saans us pal ke liye gusse aur ajeeb si aanch se atak gayi. Uska dil seene mein zor-zor se dhadakne laga. *'Maa itni... itni hot aur attractive kaise lag sakti hain?'*
Usne jaldi se apni nazar palti aur bina koi aawaaz kiye dhere se apne kamre mein chala gaya. Uska dimaag sunn ho raha tha. Usne apne chehre par paani ke chhinak maare aur khud ko daanta, *'Tu kya soch raha hai Arjun? Woh teri Maa hain... unhe is nazar se mat dekh!'* Lekin woh image uske dimaag mein aag ki tarah chhap chuki thi.
Thodi der baad, Priya ne living room mein sofa par kapde fold karte hue Arjun ko aawaaz di. "Arjun! Beta, ek minute idhar aana toh."
Arjun thoda sa hichkichate hue bahar aaya. Priya ke haath mein ek deep maroon rang ki silk saree thi jismein heavy golden border tha.
Unhone woh saree apne jism par rakh kar hold ki aur Arjun ko dikhate hue poocha, "Yeh wali saree dekh beta. Kya yeh cruise ke final dinner night ke liye sahi rahegi?"
Matching blouse ka design kaafi deep neck tha. Arjun ne apni nazar saree par rakhi, Priya ke chehre aur unki chest se bachte hue. Usne apni aawaaz ko jitna ho sake normal rakhne ki koshish ki. "Haan... Mumma. Bohot achhi lag rahi hai. Aap par bohot suit karegi."
Priya khilkhila kar muskura di. "Chalo phir yeh lock hui. Tum bhi apne formal shirts aur blazers nikaal kar rakh lo. Papa ke saath matching karna."
Raj ab bhi mostly apne phone aur emails par busy rehte the, lekin ab woh shaam ko thoda waqt nikaal kar packing mein help kar dete the. Ek shaam unhone Priya ke suitcase mein sunscreen, sunglasses aur beach hats rakhte hue kaha, "Priya, maine team ko bol diya hai. Is chaar din mein koi emergency call hi attend karunga. No laptop."
Priya ne unki taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha. "Bas itna hi chahiye, Raj. Thoda sa humare saath present rehna. Hum teeno ko iski bohot zaroorat hai."
Us raat dinner table ka scene pehle jaisa thanda nahi tha. Baatein ho rahi thin, khane ki mehak ke saath hansi ki aawaazein mil rahi thin.
Arjun excitement mein pooch raha tha, "Mumma, ship par sach mein itna bada pool hota hai? Aur buffet mein international food bhi milta hai kya?"
Priya ne uske liye roti paros te hue kaha, "Haan beta, sab kuch hota hai. Aur sabse khoobsurat toh woh raat ka samundar hota hai... jab charo taraf sirf paani ho aur upar taare chamak rahe hon."
Raj ne bhi halki si smile di. "Tum dono jitna ho sake enjoy karna. Main bhi poori koshish karunga free rehne ki."
Priya ne Arjun ke baalon mein haath phiraaya. "Tumhe toh swimming achhi tarah aati hai na? Last year hi toh seekhi thi."
"Haan Mumma, ekdum perfect. Aur aapko?" Arjun ne poocha.
"Mujhe bhi aati thi... pehle. Ab toh bohot saal ho gaye paani mein utre hue. Dekhte hain wahan ja kar," Priya ne hante hue kaha.
Raat ko jab Arjun apne kamre mein chala gaya, tab Priya balcony mein khadi shaant hawa ko feel kar rahi thin. Unke lambe kaale baal hawa mein halka-halka ud rahe the.
Raj peeche se aaye aur unhone Priya ke shoulder par apna haath rakha. "Excited ho?"
Priya ne peeche mud kar Raj ki aankhon mein dekha. "Haan... bohot time baad aisa feel ho raha hai. Mujhe poori ummeed hai ki yeh trip humari family ko phir se pehle jaisa close le aayega."
Raj ne zyada kuch nahi kaha, bas unke shoulder ko lightly press kiya. Unke touch mein abhi bhi woh purani passionate intimacy toh nahi thi, lekin ek sachhi koshish zaroor jhalak rahi thi.
Priya ne dhere se apni aankhen band kar lin aur dimaag mein ek dua mangi. *'Bhagwan kare sab theek ho jaaye. Yeh cruise humari family ka naya start bane.'*
Unke andar ek soft hope jag chuki thi. Yeh trip unke liye sirf ek ghumne ki jagah nahi thi, balki unki toot ti hui shaadi aur bikharte hue ghar ko bachane ka ek aakhri mauka tha.
Aur doosre kamre mein, Arjun apne bed par leta hua chhat ko ghoor raha tha. Uske dimaag mein baar-baar apni Maa ka woh swimsuit wala roop, unki pyari smile aur unka excited chehra ghoom raha tha. Uske andar apni Maa ko protect karne ki ek gehre waftadari thi... lekin us feeling ke neeche ek aisa guilty aakarshan bhi dab raha tha, jise woh accept karne se darta tha.
Sharma family ab poori tarah se apni journey ke liye ready thi. Unhein zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki samundar ki lehron ke beech unki zindagi aisi karwat lene wali thi, jo unke wajood ko hamesha ke liye bikher kar rakh degi.


Cruise ka din aakhir kaar aa hi gaya.
Subah aath baje ke kareeb Sharma family Mumbai ke Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj International Airport se seedha international cruise terminal par pahunch gayi. Dhoop mein chamakta hua, paani par tairta ek vishalkay safed mehal jaisa luxury ship khada tha—Ocean Pearl. Port par logon ki zabardast bheed thi, trolley par ghoomte hue mehangay suitcases, bachon ki hansi, aur cameras ki flashes har taraf chamak rahi thin.
Priya ne us din ek light blue rang ki floral print vali chiffon maxi dress pehni thi. Unke lambe kaale baal khule the jo samundari hawa mein aazaadi se lehra rahe the, aur shoulders par unhone ek patla sa matching stole daala hua tha. Dress ka fabric behad soft tha, jo chalte waqt unke jism kecurves ko ek bohot hi graceful tarike se hug kar raha tha. Raj ek simple formal shirt aur trousers mein standard corporate executive lag rahe the, jabki Arjun white t-shirt aur beige shorts mein ek seedha-saadha college student lag raha tha.
Jab woh teeno wooden gangway se hote hue ship ke upper deck ki taraf chadh rahe the, Arjun ne ek pal ke liye peeche mud kar apni maa ko dekha. Priya ke chehre par bikhri hui woh behad pak, masoom aur sachhi khushi dekh kar Arjun ke dil mein ek ajeeb si narmi aur garmaahat phail gayi.
"Mumma, dekho toh sahi... yeh kitna bada hai!" Arjun ne excited aawaaz mein kaha, uski aankhen ship ki unchi balconies ko dekh kar phati ki phati reh gayi thin.
Priya ne aage badh kar Arjun ke kandhe par apna haath rakha. Unki ungliyon ki soft touch se Arjun ko ek ajeeb sa sukoon mila. "Haan beta... pehli baar hum itne bade ship par aa rahe hain. Pura saher lag raha hai paani ke upar."
Unka suite upper deck par book tha. Yeh do rooms wala ek interconnected luxury suite tha—ek master bedroom Raj aur Priya ke liye, aur uske saath lagta hua ek chhota room Arjun ke liye. Suite ke living area se seedha ek private balcony khulti thi, jahan se endless neela samundar aur aasmaan ka milan saaf dikhta tha. Priya room mein aate hi seedha balcony ki railing ke paas ja kar khadi ho gayi. Thandi, namkeen hawa ne unke baalon ko unke chehre par bikher diya. Unhone apni aankhen band ki, ek gehri saans li, aur samundar ke sannate ko apne andar utarne diya.
Raj ne bags ek kone mein rakhte hue poocha, "Kaisa hai, Priya? Sab theek hai na?"
Priya ne peeche mud kar dekha, unke honton par ek mithi muskaan thi. "Bohot achha hai, Raj. Bohot hi zyada pyara."
Pehle din ki dopahar pool deck par guzri.
Arjun cabin se hi apne swimming trunks pehan kar nikal aaya tha aur bina kisi deri ke pool ke thande paani mein kud chuka tha. Raj deck chair par baith kar apne iPad par kuch emails check kar rahe the—unka phone off toh tha, lekin business mind ki purani aadat abhi poori tarah se gayi nahi thi.
Thodi der baad Priya pool side ke changing room se bahar niklin.
Unhone wahi black color ka one-piece swimsuit pehna tha jo unhone ghar par try kiya tha. Fabric unke jism par kisi doosri skin ki tarah chipka hua tha. Deep neck design hone ki wajah se unke heavy D-cup breasts ka ek gehra cleavage saaf dikh raha tha. Wet look mein unki patli kamar, unki rounded hips aur unki goree, toned thighs ekdum prominent lag rahi thin. Unki 42 saal ki umar ke bawajood unka jism kisi bhi jawan ladki se kahin zyada aakarshak aur bharpoor dikh raha tha.



Deck par baithe kuch doosre male tourists ki nazrein ek pal ke liye Priya par aakar atakk gayin. Lekin Priya ne unn sabhi nazron ko poori tarah ignore kiya aur seedha pool ke kinare khade Arjun ki taraf badh gayin.
"Arjun! Beta, dheere kudo... paani bahar uchhal raha hai!" Priya ne hante hue kaha.
Arjun ne paani se apna chehra bahar nikala aur jaise hi uski nazar apni maa par padi... woh ek second ke liye bilkul freeze ho gaya. Uski saans atak gayi. Ghar par toh woh hamesha maa ko saree, salwar-suit ya ek dhili nighty mein hi dekhta aaya tha. Yahan khule aasmaan ke neeche, is swimsuit mein... Priya ekdum alag, ekdum aazaad aur behad khoobsurat dikh rahi thin. Arjun ke andar ek ajeeb si aanch daud gayi. Usne jhatke se apni nazar palti, apne gaalon ki garmi ko chupane ke liye paani se chehra dhoya aur bola, "Aap bhi aao na Mumma! Paani bohot mast hai!"




Priya ne slowly stairs se pool ke thande paani mein entry li. Jaise hi thanda paani unke jism se takraya, unke honton se ek halki, soft sarsarahat jaisi aawaaz nikli. Unhone dhere-dheere paani mein aage badhte hue Arjun ke paas aakar uske geele baalon ko bigad diya.
"Kitna maza aa raha hai na?" Priya ne khilkhila kar poochha.
"Haan Mumma... bohot! Par Papa ko bhi bulao na," Arjun ne deck chair ki taraf ishara kiya.
Priya ne deck ki taraf dekha. Raj abhi bhi iPad par apni ungliyan chala rahe the. Priya ke chehre par ek halki si nirasha aayi, par unhone ek gehri saans lekar us feeling ko dabaya aur Arjun ke saath paani mein khelne lagin. Unhone Arjun par paani ke chhinak maare, fir jab Arjun unhe pakadne aage badha toh woh peeche hat kar bachon ki tarah hansi.
Khel-khel mein ek baar Arjun ka paanv phisla aur usne khud ko sambhalne ke liye Priya ke shoulder par apna haath rakh diya. Paani ke andar Priya ki wet, garam skin ka touch Arjun ke haath mein aate hi dono ek second ke liye bilkul silent ho gaye. Unki nazrein mili. Priya ne ek behad soft aur pyari smile di aur dhere se alag ho gayi. Arjun ka dil seene mein kisi dhol ki tarah pitne laga tha.
Shaam ko ship ke main banquet hall mein formal dinner rakha gaya tha.
Priya ne woh deep maroon rang ki silk saree pehni jismein heavy golden border tha. Blouse ka deep-neck design unke shoulders aur necklines ko behad khoobsurati se highlight kar raha tha. Unhone apne lambe baalon ko loosely ek bun mein baandha hua tha aur kaanon mein halki jhumkiyan pehni thin.
Jab woh apne room se nikal kar living room mein aayin, toh Arjun unhe dekhte hi wahin ruk gaya.
"Mumma... aap... aap bohot hi zyada sundar lag rahi ho," Arjun ke mukh se yeh alfaz bina kisi rukawat ke nikal gaye.
Priya ke chehre par ek halki si blushing aayi. Unhone aage badh kar Arjun ke gaal par apna haath rakha. "Thank you mera bacha. Tum bhi kam smart nahi lag rahe ho is shirt mein."
Banquet hall ka mahol behad aalishan tha. Live violin ki dhun baj rahi thi. Dinner table par Raj aaj sach mein thode present lage. Unhone apne phone ko suit ke pocket mein daal diya tha. Unhone apne liye aur Priya ke liye fine red wine order ki, aur Arjun ke liye ek mocktail.
Dinner ke waqt pehli baar mahino baad ek normal family conversation ho rahi thi. Raj ne apne purane dino ke kisse sunaye, Priya purani baaton par khilkhila kar hansi, aur Arjun excitement mein ship ke alag-alag decks ke baare mein batata raha. Raj ke chehre par bhi ek waqt baad sachhi muskuraahat dekhi ja sakti thi.
Dinner khatam hone ke baad teeno apne suite ki private balcony mein aa gaye.
Raat ka waqt tha. Charo taraf sirf gehra neela samundar, door tak koi zameen nahi, aur upar taaron se bhara hua khula aasmaan. Cold sea breeze unke chehron se takra rahi thi.
Priya balcony ki wooden railing se lag kar khadi ho gayi. Hawa unke saree ke pallu ko udha rahi thi. Arjun unke bilkul bagal mein aakar khada ho gaya.
"Mumma... aaj ka din kitna achha tha na?" Arjun ne dhere se kaha, samundar ki lehron ko ghoorte hue.
Priya ne Arjun ke shoulder par apna sar thoda sa tika diya. Unke jism ki warmth aur unke baalon ki jasmine khushbu Arjun ki saanson mein bhar gayi. "Haan beta... mujhe toh aisa lag raha hai jaise kaafi saalon baad humari family ek saath aayi hai. Sab kitna shaant aur pyara hai."
Raj thoda door khade hokar in dono ko dekh rahe the. Unhone apni pocket se phone nikalne ka socha, par phir rokk liya. Unke dimaag mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon aaya—shayad yeh trip unki shaadi aur unke parivaar ko ek naya janam de sakta tha.
Raat ko jab Arjun apne room mein chala gaya, Priya master bedroom mein aayi. Raj bed par baith kar ek kitaab padh rahe the.
Priya ne bed par baithte hue Raj ka haath pakda. "Aaj... aaj mujhe bohot achha laga, Raj. Tumne aaj hume waqt diya."
Raj ne Priya ke haath ko apne dono haath mein liya aur use dhere se chuma. "Main try kar raha hoon, Priya. Tum sab mere liye bohot important ho."
Us raat unke beech koi jismanya intimacy nahi hui, lekin ek bohot hi pyari, emoshnal closeness zaroor qayim ho gayi thi. Ek aisi closeness jiski Priya ko saalon se pyaas thi.
Aur doosre kamre mein, Arjun apne bed par leta hua chhat ko ghoor raha tha. Uske dimaag mein baar-baar chal raha tha—Maa ka woh pool mein swimsuit wala roop, unki saree mein khoobsurati, unki soft aawaaz, aur unka woh shoulder par sar tikana. Usne apni aankhen kas ke band ki aur khud ko zor se samjhaaya, "Yeh normal hai... woh teri Mumma hain, aur woh tujhe bohot pyar karti hain."
Lekin uske dil aur jism ke kisi aisi kone mein ek ajeeb si feeling jag chuki thi, jise daba pana ab uske liye din-ba-din mushkil hota ja raha tha.
Pehla din umeedon, mithas aur ek naye aagaz ke saath guzar gaya.
Ocean Pearl dheere-dheere gahre samundar ki taraf badh raha tha... anjaan toofanon se bekhabar.


Doosre din ki subah thodi dheemi aur bohot shant thi.
Sooraj abhi poori tarah se nahi nikla tha, aasmaan par halki gulabi aur narangi rangat bikhri hui thi. Ocean Pearl ke upper deck ke suite mein, Priya balcony ki wooden railing se lag kar khadi thi. Unhone ek behad patli, safed rang ki cotton nighty pehni hui thi jo unke pairon ke takhno tak ja rahi thi. Subah ki mulayam dhoop jab us patle fabric par pad rahi thi, toh unka body outline bilkul saaf jhalak raha tha—unke bhari D-cup breasts ka vazan, unke pet ka soft curve, unki choudee hips aur unki goree thighs ka aakaar.
Unke lambe kaale baal peeth par bikhre hue the. Raj abhi bhi bed par gahri neend mein so rahe the.



Tabhi Arjun apne kamre ka glass door khol kar living area se hota hua balcony par aaya. Jaise hi uski nazar apni maa par padi, uske qadam wahin ruk gaye. Subah ki thandi hawa mein Priya ki nighty unke jism se chipak rahi thi, aur unka roop kisi chitrkari jaisa haseen lag raha tha. Arjun ke dil ki dhadkan achanak tez ho gayi. Usne apne dimaag ko zor se jhatka aur apni aawaaz ko sambhalne ki koshish ki.
"Good morning, Mumma..." Arjun ne dhere se kaha.
Priya ne chounk kar peeche mud kar dekha. Unke honton par ek behad pyari, mithi subah ki muskaan aayi. "Good morning mera beta. Neend achhi aayi?"
"Haan Mumma... ekdum mast. Aur aap?" Arjun ne unke paas aakar railing par haath rakhte hue poocha. Unke jism se aati subah ki taazgi aur jasmine ki khushbu Arjun ki saanson mein bhar gayi.
"Haan, mujhe bhi. Aaj bohot time baad itna relax feel ho raha hai," Priya ne samundar ki taraf dekhte hue kaha. Unki aankhon mein abhi bhi ek halki si umeed ki chamak thi.
Thodi der baad teeno ne suite ke dining area mein breakfast kiya. Raj late uthe the, aur jab woh table par aaye toh unke haath mein pehle se hi unka phone tha. Priya ne ek baar unke haath mein chamakne wali screen ko dekha, unke chehre ka noor thoda sa kam hua, lekin unhone kitchen se coffee nikalte hue kuch nahi kaha.
Din bhar ship ke alag-alag decks par activity chalti rahi. Hawa mein garmi badhne lagi thi. Mid-day mein jab sab deck pool par gaye, toh Priya par male attention kal se kahin zyada tha. Unhone ek light yellow floral swimsuit pehna tha. Jab woh pool chair par let kar sunbathing kar rahi thin, toh aas-paas se guzarne wale kai foreign aur Indian men ki nazrein unki choudee hips, unki tight waist aur unke unche breasts par aakar atak jati thin.
Raj ek taraf baith kar kisi international client se phone par behas kar rahe the. Unka dhyan apni biwi par bilkul nahi tha.
Arjun pool ke paas khada tha. Usne dekha ki do young ladke Priya ko ghoor rahe the aur aapas mein kuch whispering kar rahe the. Arjun ke andar achanak ek ajeeb sa gussa aur possessiveness jaag uthi. Uska dil chah raha tha ki woh un ladkon ke paas ja kar unhe dhakka de de. Usne turant ek towel uthaya aur Priya ke paas ja kar unke shoulders par daal diya.
Priya ne apni sunglasses thodi neeche karke Arjun ko dekha aur halki si hansi. "Kya hua beta?"
"Kuch nahi Mumma... bas dhoop bohot tez hai. Aapki skin jal jayegi," Arjun ne nazrein churaate hue kaha. Uska dimaag abhi bhi is baat par atka tha ki uski maa kitni zyada attractive aur desire-able hain.
Priya ne uske haath par thapthapaaya. "Mera khayal rakhne ke liye thank you, beta."
Raat ka waqt aaya.
Grand formal dinner ke baad teeno wapas apne suite mein laute. Arjun ne dono ko good night kaha aur apne room mein chala gaya. Uska room interconnected tha, lekin door halka sa ajar (adha khula) reh gaya tha.
Priya ne bathroom mein ja kar apna makeup saaf kiya, apne baalon ko khola aur ek behad khubsoorat, light pink color ki silk-satin nighty pehen li. Yeh nighty behad patli thi aur body par ek paani ki tarah phisal rahi thi.
Jab woh master bedroom mein aayin, toh Raj balcony se andar aa rahe the.

Light ke samne khadi Priya ko dekhte hi Raj ke qadam ruk gaye. Nighty ke translucent fabric ke peeche se Priya ke jism ki har ek detail dikh rahi thi—unke bhari-bhari D-cup breasts ka ubhar, unke nipples ka dark outline jo kapde ke upar se saaf ubhar raha tha, unki patli kamar, aur unki goree thighs. Kaafi mahinon baad Raj ke andar ka mard jaag utha tha. Unhone door band kiya aur dhere-dheere Priya ki taraf badhe.
"Priya..." Raj ne behad gehri aawaaz mein kaha.
Priya ne thoda chaunk kar unki taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa tanaav aur umeed ka milan tha. "Haan, Raj?"
Raj ne unke bilkul paas aakar unke gaal par haath rakha aur unke baalon ko peeche kiya. "Aaj... aaj main tumhare paas aana chahta hoon, Priya. Bohot din ho gaye hain humare beech is doori ko. I missed you."
Priya ke hont halka sa kaampe. Unki aankhon mein nami aa gayi. Unhone dhere se apne sar ko haan mein hilaaya. "Main bhi, Raj... bohot miss kiya maine."
Raj ne aage badh kar Priya ke honton par apne hont rakh diye. Pehle ek bohot hi soft aur pyari kiss thi, lekin jaise-jaise Priya ne respond karna shuru kiya, kiss gehri aur hungry hoti gayi. Unki saansen ek doosre se takraane lagin. Kaafi arse baad Priya ko mehsoos hua ki woh kisi ke liye desire-able hain.
Raj ke haath Priya ki nighty ke andar gaye, unki smooth back aur unki waist ko sehlane lage. Unhone dhere se nighty ke patle straps ko Priya ke shoulders se neeche saraka diya. Silk ki nighty phisal kar neeche floor par gir gayi.
Priya ab bilkul nangi, kamre ke dim yellow light mein Raj ke samne khadi thin. Unka 42 saal ka mature jism kisi ajeeb hi nasha bikhher raha tha—unke bhari, aakarshak breasts, unka soft aur halka sa rounded pet, unki choudee hips, aur unke dono thighs ke beech unka saaf, soft secret area.




Raj ne ek gehri saans li aur unke breasts ko ghoorte hue kaha, "Tum abhi bhi... bilkul wahi ho, Priya. Itni hi khoobsurat."
Raj ne unhe bed par litaya aur unke upar aa gaye. Unhone apne kapde utar kar phaink diye. Raj ne sabse pehle Priya ke gale aur collarbone par apne hont rakhe, aur phir dhere-dheere neeche aate hue unke left breast ko apne haath mein bhar liya. Unka haath poori tarah se us heavy breast ko cover nahi kar pa raha tha. Unhone use soft squeeze kiya, aur phir unke nipple ko apne muh mein bhar kar suck karne lage.
"Ahhh... Raj..." Priya ke honton se ek gehri, aah bhari moan nikli. Unhone apne dono haath Raj ke baalon mein daal diye aur unhe apne jism par aur kas liya.
Raj ne ek-ek karke dono breasts ko behad shiddat se choosa aur dabaaya. Unki tongue jab Priya ke nipples par ghoomti, toh Priya ki kamar bed se halki si upar uth jaati.
Isi beech, interconnected room ke adhe khule darwaze ke paas... Arjun khada tha. Woh paani lene ke liye utha tha, lekin kamre se aati un halki moans aur jismon ke takraane ki aawaaz ne uske qadmon ko wahin rok diya tha. Unkscious state mein, uski nazar door ke gap se andar gayi. Usne dekha ki uski maa bed par bilkul nangi leti hui hain, aur unke heavy breasts uske baap ke haath aur muh mein hain. Arjun ka poora jism aag ki tarah sulag utha. Uski saans atak gayi, uska dil seene ko tod kar bahar aane ko beqaraar tha. Ek taraf behad khaufnak guilt tha, aur doosri taraf ek aisa jismanya nasha jo use wahin jamaye rakh raha tha. Usne kas kar apni aakhne band ki, apna hont kaata aur dhere-dheere peeche hat kar apne bed par ja kar dher ho gaya, uska poora jism kaamp raha tha.
Bed par, Raj ab neeche ki taraf slide ho rahe the. Unhone Priya ke flat pet par kisses diye, unki thighs ko alag kiya aur apna chehra Priya ke legs ke beech daal diya. Unki tongue ne Priya ke wet, sensitive part ko touch kiya. Priya ne apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin, uski kamar mein ek zordar jhatka laga.
"Ah... ahh... Raj... wait..." Priya ke honton se shiddat bhari aawaaz nikli, unki ungliyan bedsheet ko kas ke pakad chuki thin.
Raj ne thodi der tak oral pleasure dene ke baad apna chehra upar uthaya. Woh poori tarah se arous ho chuke the. Unhone apna erection Priya ki entrance par set kiya aur ek dhieme lekin firm push ke saath unke andar enter kar gaye.
Priya ke muh se ek gehri saans nikli. Saalon baad unhe apne andar woh bharne ka ehsaas mila tha. Unhone Raj ke gale mein apne haath daal diye.
Raj ne slowly aur deeply strokes lagana shuru kiya. Har thrust ke saath Priya ke heavy breasts rhythmic way mein upar-neeche hil rahe the. Kamre mein unke jismon ke takraane ki aur wet friction ki aawaazein gunjne lagin. Raj ki speed dhere-dheere badhne lagi. Unhone Priya ki ek taang ko apne shoulder par rakha aur deeper thrusts maarne lage.
"Priya... tum abhi bhi kitni tight ho..." Raj ne haafte hue kaha.
Priya ki moans ab thodi tez ho rahi thin. "Aah... Raj... faster... thoda aur..."
Raj ne apni speed aur badha di. Bed halka-halka hila raha tha. Priya ne apne legs ko Raj ke kamar ke gird lock kar liya, unke nails Raj ki back par scratch kar rahe the. Kuch hi minutes mein Priya ka poora jism tight hua, unki thighs kaampne lagin aur unhone ek bohot hi gehri moan ke saath apna orgasm release kiya. Unka jism thar-thar kaamp raha tha.
Priya ke orgasm ke contract hote hi Raj bhi apna control khosh bathe. Unhone teen-chaar behad deep aur hard thrusts maare aur apna pura garam load Priya ke jism ke andar hi khali kar diya.
Dono ek doosre ke upar gire hue haafte rahe. Raj ne Priya ke baalon ko chuma. "I missed this, Priya..."
Priya ne unke chest par apna sar rakhte hue behad soft aawaaz mein kaha, "Main bhi, Raj... bohot miss kiya."
Us raat, dono ek doosre ke jism ki garmi se lipat kar so gaye. Sab kuch perfect lag raha tha.
Lekin agli subah, khwaab toot gaya.
Jab Priya ki aankh khuli, toh bed ka doosra hissa thanda pad chuka tha. Raj bed par nahi the. Priya ne nighty pehni aur bahar aayi. Raj balcony mein khade the, phone kaan par laga hua tha, aur unki aawaaz mein wahi purana corporate gussa aur tanaav tha.
Priya ko dekh kar Raj ne bas haath se "busy" ka signal diya aur apni conversation continue rakhi, ek baar bhi Priya ki taraf dekh kar muskuraye nahi.
Breakfast table par bhi wahi mahol tha. Raj ne khana kam aur apne phone par type zyada kiya. Kal raat ki saari garmi, saari closeness jaise ek raat ke saath hi hawa mein uadh gayi thi. Priya ne unki taraf do-teen baar dekha, unki aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa dard tha, lekin unhone kuch nahi bola.
Arjun ne bhi notice kiya ki uski maa ka chehra bujha hua hai. Usne breakfast ke waqt chup-chap apni maa ko dekha. Kal raat jo scene usne galti se dekh liya tha, uski wajah se woh maa ke samne nazrein nahi mila pa raha tha, lekin unki udasi usse bardasht nahi ho rahi thi.
Dopahar ko jab woh pool side gaye, Priya ne ek simple aur poora cover-up robe daal rakha tha. Kal wala enthusiasm bilkul khatam ho chuka tha.
Arjun ne unke paas aakar dhere se poochha, "Mumma... aap theek ho na? Tabiyat kharab hai kya?"
Priya ne Arjun ko dekha aur ek behad thaki hui, nakli muskaan di. "Haan beta... main theek hoon. Bas thoda sa thakan lag rahi hai."
Din bhar Raj beech-beech mein cabin wapas jaate rahe, international calls attend karte rahe. Priya aur Arjun saath rahe, lekin Priya ke chehre par woh pehle din wali umeed ab poori tarah se toot chuki thi. Unhe samajh aa gaya tha ki ek raat ki physical intimacy unki toot ti hui shaadi ko nahi bachha sakti.
Raat ko jab Arjun apne kamre mein so gaya, Priya akeli balcony mein railing ke sahare khadi thi. Dark sea breeze unke baalon ko uda rahi thi. Unki aankhon se ek khamosh aansu nikal kar unke gaal par phisal gaya.
"Ek raat se kuch nahi badalta... sab pehle jaisa hi hai," unhone aahista se khud se kaha.
Unke andar ki emptiness ab aur behad gehari aur zaharili ho chuki thi.
Ocean Pearl ab samundar ke sabse gahre aur alag-thalag ilaqe mein pahunch chuka tha. Aasmaan par kaale badal ghirne lage the... aur kal jo toofan aane wala tha, woh unki zindagi ko aisi jagah phenkne wala tha jahan se wapsi ka koi rasta nahi tha.

Teesre din ki subah behad aam aur haseen tareeqe se shuru hui thi.
Samundar bilkul shaant tha, paani ki satah par sooraj ki shuaayein hiraa bankar chamak rahi thin. Khula, saaf aasmaan aur thandi samundari hawa.
Breakfast ke baad, Priya aur Arjun upper promenade deck par tahl rahe the. Priya ne ek behad pyari, light yellow color ki cotton sundress pehni hui thi jiske waist par ek halka sa tie-up tha. Unke lambe kaale baal hawa mein khule lehra rahe the. Unke chehre par kal raat ki udasi ke bawajood ek aisi mamta bhari muskaan thi jo Arjun ke dil ko sukoon de rahi thi.
Arjun unke sath-sath chal raha tha, kabhi unki baat par hansta, toh kabhi samundar ke door kinaare ki taraf ishara karta. Raj thoda peeche chal rahe the. Aaj pehli baar unke haath mein phone nahi tha. Woh chup-chap apni biwi aur bete ko dekh rahe the. Unke andar ek chhoti si hope abhi bhi baaqi thi ki yeh chhutti unke bikharte hue parivaar ko jod sakti hai.
Dopahar ke kareeb do baje, mausam ne achanak apna mazaaj badalna shuru kiya.
Pehle hawa ki raftaar tez hui. Khula neela aasmaan minute-on mein kaale, khaufnak badalon se ghir gaya. Samundar ki shant lehrin achanak unchi hone lagin. Ship ka heavy iron frame lehron ke thapedon se gungunane laga.
Tabhi ship ke loud speakers par emergency announcement ki sound gunji:

"Attention all passengers. We are encountering an unexpected high-pressure storm. All guests are strictly advised to return to their cabins immediately. I repeat, return to your cabins."

Priya ne ghabra kar Arjun ka haath kas ke pakad liya. "Chalo beta, jaldi andar chalte hain. Mausam kharab ho raha hai."



Lekin toofaan itni tezi aur khaufnak roop se aaya ki kisi ko sambhalne ka mauka tak nahi mila.
Pehle hi ek achanak aayi vishalkay lehr ne Ocean Pearl ko ek zordar jhatka diya. Ship ek taraf ko jhuk gaya. Deewaron par lage glass, tables, chairs sab toot kar girne lage. Log cheekhte-chillaate hue idhar-udhar bhaagne lage. Ship ka crew life jackets baant te hue logon ko safe areas ki taraf dhakels raha tha.
Raj ne aage badh kar Priya aur Arjun ko dono haathon se sambhala. "Jaldi! Suite ki taraf bhaago! Life jackets peheno!"
Deck ka wooden floor ab paani se bhar chuka tha aur behad slippery ho gaya tha. Bahar ki hawa ab ek paagal toofaan ban chuki thi—baarish seedhi nahi, balki hawa ke saath horizontal maar rahi thi, jaise hazaron suiyan jism par chubh rahi hon. Ship har ek lehr ke saath jhatke khakar upar-neeche ho raha tha.
Suite ke corridor tak pahunchte-pahunchte ek aur behad vishalkay, khaufnak lehr ship ke side se takrayi. Jhatka itna zordar tha ki deck par khade log phisal kar gir pade.
Priya ka pair wet floor par phisla aur unka haath Arjun ke haath se chhoot gaya. Unka jism deck ki iron railing se ja takraya.
"MUMMA!" Arjun ne poori taqat se chillaaya, uska haath hawa mein hi reh gaya.
Priya ne khud ko sambhalne ki koshish ki, unki aankhon mein behad darr tha. Raj ne aage badh kar unka haath pakadne ke liye haath phailaaya. "Priya! Haath pakdo mera!"
Lekin ussi microsecond mein, ek aur paani ka Sailab deck par aakar gira. Paani ke us behad tez bahaav ne Priya ko railing ke paar dhakel diya. Priya ke pair zameen se ukhad gaye. Ek aakhri second ke liye, Priya ki badi-badi nam aankhen Raj aur Arjun ki taraf uthin—unme ek anjaan darr, behad dard aur kuch kehne ki aakhri koshish thi.
Aur agle hi pal, woh vishalkay kaale samundar ki gahraiyon mein ojhal ho gayin.
"PRIYA!" Raj ne apni poori jaan laga kar cheekha. Woh pagalon ki tarah us railing ki taraf bhaage, jahan se unki biwi abhi giree thi. Unhone samundar mein koodne ki koshish ki, lekin do ship crew members ne unhe peeche se kas ke pakad liya.
"Mumma! Mumma kahan hain?! Mumma!" Arjun bilkul paagal ho chuka tha. Uski aawaaz gale mein ghoot rahi thi, uski aankhon se paani aur baarish ek saath beh rahe the. Woh railings ko pakad kar niche kaale, uphanate paani mein ghoor raha tha, jahan sirf safed jhaag aur behad oonchi lehren dikh rahi thin.
"Sir, aapko andar chalna hoga! Ship damage ho raha hai! Please!" Crew members unhe zabardasti kheench kar emergency rescue zone ki taraf le gaye.
Toofaan ne ship ke ek hisse ko poori tarah se apahij kar diya tha. Emergency sirens ki aawaaz, logon ki cheekhein, aur samundar ka woh khaufnak shor—sab kuch ek bhayanak sapne jaisa lag raha tha.
Kai ghanton ke khaufnak sangharsh ke baad, jab toofaan ka zor thoda dhiema hua, coast guard aur marine search teams wahan pahunchi. Helicopters ki search lights kaale paani par roshni phenk rahi thin, speedboats lehron par chakkar kaat rahi thin.
Lekin Priya Sharma ka koi naam-o-nishaan nahi mila.
Ghento ki mashaqqat ke baad, rescue team ko paani ke upar tairta hua sirf ek kapda mila—Priya ki woh light yellow sundress ka ek phata hua hissa aur unka woh stole, jo paani mein beh raha tha.
Raj aur Arjun ko ek rescue ship par shift kar diya gaya. Unhe medical lounge mein bithaya gaya. Raj room ke ek kone mein zameen par baithe hue the, unka sar dono haathon mein tha. Unki aankhen ekdum lal aur patthraayi hui thin. Woh baar-baar sirf ek hi baat badbada rahe the... "Main uska haath pakad sakta tha... main pakad sakta tha... maine use chhod diya..."
Arjun ek chair par baitha hua tha. Uska poora jism thand aur shok se kaamp raha tha. Uski aankhon ke samne se woh scene hat hi nahi raha tha—maa ki woh aakhri nazar, unka phisalta hua haath.
Rescue ship ke ek senior marine officer ne unke paas aakar Raj ke kandhe par haath rakha. Officer ke haath mein ek heavy-duty, long-range marine walkie-talkie device tha.
"Sir... yeh emergency frequency radio set hai," officer ne behad dhiemi, hamdard aawaaz mein kaha. "Agar... agar woh kisi floating debris par hain ya kisi aas-paas ke chaat par pahunchi hain, toh shayad yeh kaam aaye. Yeh marine emergency channels par broadcast kar sakta hai."
Arjun ne jhatke se apna sar uthaya aur officer ke haath se woh walkie-talkie chheen jaisa liya. Usne use apne dono haathon mein kas ke pakada aur apne seene se laga liya.
Raat bhar rescue ship mainland ki taraf badhta raha. Raj ek lash ki tarah kone mein pade rahe, lekin Arjun ne ek second ke liye bhi aakhein band nahi kin.
Woh poori raat walkie-talkie ke dials ko ghumaata raha. Frequencies badalta raha. Channels 16, 21, 88... har ek channel par static noise ki harsh, ajeeb aawaazein aati thin—ssshhhhh... zzzzz...
Arjun walkie-talkie ka button dabata aur kaampthi hui, roti hui aawaaz mein bolta:
"Mumma... agar aap sun rahi ho... please jawab do. Main hoon, Arjun. Mumma please... please jawab do..."
Raj ne ek baar dhere se apna sar utha kar Arjun ko dekha. "Arjun... beta... mat kar. Khud ko aur dard mat de... woh..."
"Nahi Papa!" Arjun pehli baar apne baap par chilla utha, uski aawaaz mein behad dard aur zid thi. "Woh zinda hain! Mujhe pata hai meri Mumma mujhe chhod kar nahi ja sakti! Main dhoondunga unhe!"
Raj ne phir kuch nahi kaha, bas dobara apna sar ghutnon mein chhupa liya.
Subah ki pehli kiran ke saath samundar bilkul shant ho chuka tha—ekdum saaf, neela aur khamosh. Jaise kal raat wahan kuch hua hi na ho. Jaise kisi ki zindagi tabah hi na hui ho.
Lekin Sharma parivaar ab hamesha ke liye do hisson mein toot chuka tha.
Ek taraf Raj aur Arjun the—mainland ki taraf laut te hue, toot chuke, lekin Arjun ke haath mein pakde us walkie-talkie ke jariye umeed ke ek aakhri dhaage ko kas ke thame hue.
Aur doosri taraf... mainland se saikon nautical miles door, ek gumnam, anjaan island ke sunsaan aur patthrilay kinaare par...
Ek behosh, bheegi hui aur adhmari aurat ka jism lehron ke thapedon se ret par pada hua tha.
Priya Sharma.



To be continued ...

[Fing fing]

Really unique and different taste of yours. Probably the best erotic writer in xossipy(anyway story remind me of movie survival island 2005). Superb and update................

[Dr. Austin]

Survival story excites me.Most sexiest part is Arjun mom priya is alone in wild area far from her family. I can sense a tragedy and she has to start over again in this age which is really sexy.

In island she is beautiful ,hot and alone. If arjun and his father raj could'nt bring her quickly, then ruthless nature might give chance to a strong male a natural selection chance to claim his mom priya sharma and reproduce strong offspring . Super sexy,hats off
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[prash001]

nice plot. interesting story started. but pls keep her future partners far younger than her not old guys

[Vissle]

Old men please

[Joker44]

Rescue ship se mainland wapas pahunche do din guzar chuke the.
Jab Sharma family ka bacha-khucha hissa—Raj aur Arjun—Mumbai ke apne us aalishan 3BHK flat mein wapas laute, toh ghar ke andar ka sannata kisi qabristan jaisa tha. Doorbell bajne par jab darwaza khula, toh ghar ki har ek cheez Priya ke hone ka ahsaas dila rahi thi.
Entrance par Priya ke favourite ghar ke slippers ab bhi waisi hi position mein rakhe the. Living room ke ek kone mein unka rolled-up yoga mat pada hua tha. Kitchen ke sink ke paas unka woh favourite ceramic coffee mug rakha tha, jis par abhi bhi shayad unke honton ke nishan the. Har ek deewar, har ek parda, aur hawa mein ghuli jasmine ki halki si mehak Priya ki yaad dila rahi thi.
Raj ne heavy traveling bags zameen par rakhe aur unke qadam khud-ba-khud kitchen ki taraf badh gaye. Unhone kaampte haathon se Priya ke us ceramic mug ko uthaya. Puraane dino ki hazaron yaadein ek saath unke dimaag mein ghoom gayin—Priya ka subah-subah unhe smile karke coffee dena, unki baatein. Raj ne us mug ko ghoora, unke chehre par koi expression nahi tha, bas ek gahra, bhayanak khalipan tha. Unhone bina koi aawaaz kiye dhere se us mug ko wapas counter par rakh diya.
Arjun ne seedha apne kamre mein ja kar apna bag khola aur usme se woh heavy marine walkie-talkie nikal kar study table par rakh diya. Woh device ab uske liye koi electronic equipment nahi tha... woh unki maa se juda ekmaatra zinda dhaaga tha.
Pehle kuch din logon ka aana-jaana laga raha. Relatives, padosi, Raj ke business associates—sab aate, aalishan sofa par baithte, chehre par nakli dukh laakar *"bahut afsos hua"* bolte, Raj ke kandhe ko thapthapate aur chale jaate.
Priya ki body nahi mili thi, isliye koi formal antim sanskar ya funeral bhi nahi ho paya. Sirf ek chhotisi prayer meeting rakhi gayi thi. Raj ne us meeting mein bhi bas ek kone mein baith kar aasmaan ko ghoora, bina ek lafz bole. Arjun ne jab Pandit ji ke haath se havan ki maala pakdi, tab bhi uska doosra haath jacket ke andar us walkie-talkie ko kas ke pakde hua tha.
Ek hafte ke andar ghar ki poorifiza badal chuki thi.
Raj Sharma ab subah uth kar office ke liye tayaar nahi hote the. Woh poore din living room ke sofa par baith kar saamne rakhe khali glass ko ghoorte rehte. Kabhi-kabhi woh whisky ki bottle se glass mein amber liquid daalte, lekin peete kam, bas ice cubes ke pighalne ka tamasha dekhne mein khoye rehte. Unke phone par hazaron calls aati, business partners ke messages aate, par Raj sab reject kar dete. Unki textile company ko ab unke partners ne sambhalna shuru kar diya tha. Raj ab bas us 3BHK flat ke andar ek saaye ki tarah ghoomte the.
Raat ko jab ghar mein sannata chha jata, Raj dhere se master bedroom mein jaate, Priya ke wardrobe ka darwaza kholte. Unki silk ki sarees, unke stoles ko apne kaampte haathon se touch karte, unhe apni naak ke paas laakar unki khushbu ko mahsoos karne ki koshish karte... aur phir bina kuch bole darwaza band kar dete.
Arjun ne college jana shuru kar diya tha, lekin uska dimaag aur dil wahan bilkul nahi the. Lecture room mein jab professor board par likhte, Arjun ka haath desk ke neeche uske bag mein rakhe walkie-talkie ke knobs ko ghumata rehta. Woh alag-alag marine frequencies search karta—Channel 16, 21, 88... Har baar sirf static ki harsh noise aati—*ssshhhhh...*
Har raat woh apne kamre ka darwaza andar se lock karta, walkie-talkie ko apne kaan se lagata aur button dabata.
"Mumma... agar aap mujhe sun sakti ho toh please jawab do," woh behad dhiemi, kaampthi aawaaz mein bolta. "Main yahan hoon, Mumma. Main aapka wait kar raha hoon. Please ek baar bol do ki aap theek ho..."
Kabhi-kabhi bolte-bolte uski aawaaz gale mein ruk jaati. Uski aankhon se garam aansu nikal kar walkie-talkie ke metal casing par girte. Woh jaldi se apne aanchal se unhe saaf karta aur phir se frequency change karke dhoondna shuru kar deta.
Ek din college ke lunch break ke waqt, campus ke garden mein kuch seniors ne Arjun ko walkie-talkie ke knobs ghumate hue dekh liya. Woh use gher kar khade ho gaye.
"Abe dekh! Sharma ka beta abhi bhi apni mummy ko dhoond raha hai!" ek senior ne behad behuda tarike se hanste hue kaha.
"Wah bhai! Walkie-talkie leke ghoom raha hai bechara. Samundar mein churel ya ghost se baat karta hoga raat ko!" doosre ne mazaak udaya.
Arjun ne unki taraf ek nazar bhi nahi uthayi. Usne apna bag kas ke apne seene se lagaya aur chup-chap wahan se uth kar chala gaya. Uske kaan gusse aur sharm se laal ho rahe the, lekin un logon ko jawab dene ka uske andar na toh stamina tha aur na hi koi dilchaspia. Gusse se kahin zyada uske andar ek gahra, zehrila dard bhar chuka tha.
Ghar aakar woh seedha apne kamre mein gaya aur darwaza band karke walkie-talkie ko charger se connect kiya. Usne frequency dial ghumaaya.
*Zzzzz... ssshhh...*
Achanak static noise ke beech ek bohot hi strange sound aayi—kuch second ke liye jaise door se hawa ki gunj ya lehron ke takraane ki aawaaz. Arjun ka dil seene mein zordar jhatke khane laga. Uske haath kaampne lage.
"Mumma...? Mumma aap ho kya?! Please bolo!" usne poori jaan laga kar button dabaate hue kaha.
Lekin woh sound do second mein gayab ho gayi. Dobara sirf wahi thanda, bejaan static reh gaya—*ssshhhhh...*
Arjun ne frustration aur dard mein walkie-talkie ko table par patak diya. Usne apna chehra dono haathon mein chhupa liya aur foot-foot kar rone laga. Lekin paanch minute baad, usne dobara us device ko utha kar apne kaan se laga liya.
Raat ke kareeb ek baje, Raj ne Arjun ke kamre ke darwaze par dhere se knock kiya. Jab koi jawab nahi aaya, toh woh dhere se darwaza khol kar andar aaye.
Arjun bed par baitha hua tha, walkie-talkie abhi bhi uske kaan se laga hua tha. Uski aankhen lal thin aur galon par aansuon ke sukhe hue nishan the.
Raj ne ek gahri, thaki hui saans li aur unke paas aakar khade ho gaye. "Beta... so ja. Yeh... yeh sab band kar de ab," Raj ki aawaaz mein ek bebas baap ka dard tha.
Arjun ne sar utha kar apne baap ki taraf dekha. "Papa... aapko bharosa nahi hai. Lekin mera dil kehta hai ki woh zinda hain. Woh kahin na kahin hain, Papa!"
Raj ne apni aankhen kas ke band ki aur apna sar nakar mein hilaaya. "Arjun... coast guard aur search teams ne poore chaar din tak dhoonda tha. Hazaron square miles search kiye the. Unhe kuch nahi mila, beta. Ab... ab hume sach ko accept karna padega."
"Nahi!" Arjun ki aawaaz mein pehli baar apne baap ke samne itna gussa aur zid thi. "Main accept nahi karunga! Aapko jo sochna hai socho, aapko jo karna hai karo. Main apni Mumma ko dhoondna nahi chhodunga!"
Raj ne kuch nahi bola. Unhone aage badh kar dhere se Arjun ke sar par haath phiraaya. Unki khud ki aankhen nam ho chuki thin, lekin unhone apne aansuon ko andar hi ghoont liya. Woh bina ek lafz bole dhere se kamre se bahar nikal gaye.
Us raat, Arjun ne us walkie-talkie ko apne seene se tight lagakar so gaya. Device ki frequency on thi. Har thodi der mein static ki aawaaz aati, aur woh chaunk kar uth jaata.
Uske dimaag mein ek taraf maa ki woh aakhri smile aur unka haath chhootna ghoom raha tha... aur doosri taraf unka woh khoobsurat roop, unki soft voice, unka warm touch. Saare emotions mil kar ek behad heavy, painful nasha ban chuke the.
Ghar ke doosre kamre mein, Raj sofa par lete hue chhat ko ghoor rahe the. Unke haath mein Priya ki ek purani frame ki hui photo thi. Unhone photo ko apne honton se lagaya aur dhere se badbadaaye:
*"Maaf kar dena, Priya... main tumhara haath pakad sakta tha... main tumhe bachha sakta tha..."*
Sharma family ab sirf do bebas logon ka ek dhaancha ban kar reh gayi thi.
Ek poori tarah se toot chuka pati.
Aur ek beta jo abhi bhi samundar ki gahraiyon se aane wale ek aakhri signal ka intezar kar raha tha.
Aur unse hazaron miles door... ek anjaan, patthrilay island ke kinaroon par... ek bilkul alag kahani janam le rahi thi.


Priya ki jab aankhen khuli, toh pehle sirf ek behad tezi se chalti hui saans aur poore jism mein ek unbearable dard tha.

Uska poora body jaise hazaron tukdon mein toot chuka tha. Sir mein ek bhaari, ghoomta hua dard tha, gale mein namkeen paani ki tezi se jalan ho rahi thi, aur uske pairon mein aag si machi hui thi. Woh kisi soft lekin geeli, kaali ret par ulthi padi thi.
Usne dhere se apna sar uthaya. Upar aasmaan tha—ekdum saaf, gehra neela, aur bilkul shaant. Dhoop tez thi jo uske bheege hue jism par padte hi paani ko sukha rahi thi. Aisa lag raha tha jaise kal raat wala woh khaufnak toofaan, woh vishalkay lehren aur woh cheekhein kabhi hui hi nahi thin. Jaise samundar ne apna sabse bhayanak roop dikha kar ab ek masoom mukhota pehen liya ho.
Priya ne hilne ki koshish ki, lekin jaise hi usne apna left leg aage khaincha, uske ghutne ke neeche se ek teekhi, jaanlewa lehr uthi. Usne behad dard mein ek aah bhari.
Uske kapde almost poori tarah se faat chuke the. Cruise par pehni hui woh light yellow sundress ab sirf phate hue chithdon mein uske jism se latak rahi thi. Strips toot chuke the, aur lower part patharon aur jhadion se takra kar jagah-jagah se faat gaya tha. Uske heavy D-cup breasts almost nange hone ki kagar par the, sirf phate hue fabric ke kuch hisson se adhe-adhure dhake hue. Uske lambe kaale baal chehre aur gale par chipke the, jinme geeli sand aur namak jam chuka tha.




Raj... Arjun..." Priya ne dhere se badbadaane ki koshish ki, lekin uske gale se sahi se aawaaz bhi nahi nikli. Sirf ek sookhi sarsarahat nikli.

Usne dobara uthne ki koshish ki, par geeli ret par uska haath fisal gaya aur woh dobara pet ke bal gir padi. Uski aankhon se behad tezi se aansu nikal aaye—dard se, behad thakan se, aur us akelepan ke khauf se jo use chaaro taraf se gher raha tha. Uska dil keh raha tha ki uska beta Arjun kahin paas mein hi hoga, par charo taraf sirf samundar ki lehron ke takraane ka shor tha.
Tabhi... usne ek aawaaz suni.
Bhaari, mazboot qadmon ki aawaaz. Ret par kisi ke chalkar aane ki aawaaz—crunch... crunch...
Priya ka dil seene mein kisi paagal janwar ki tarah dhadakne laga. Uski saans atak gayi. Usne dhere se ghoom kar peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin uska jism response nahi kar raha tha. Achanak, sooraj ki dhoop ko rokte hue ek bada sa shadow uske jism par aa gira.
Usne darr se apni aankhen uthayi. Saamne ek aadmi khada tha.
Woh behad lamba tha—almost 6’2” ya 6’3”, ekdum chouda aur strong muscular build. Uski skin gehre taambe ke rang ki ho chuki thi, jaise saalon se bina kisi chhat ke dhoop aur hawa ko seh raha ho. Baal kaale, uljhe hue aur shoulder tak lambe the. Uski dahi rough aur ghani thi. Uske bare chest aur shoulders par kai purane scars aur cuts ke nishan the, jo yeh batate the ki usne is janglee mahol mein kitna sangharsh kiya tha. Usne waist par sirf ek faata hua, mota kapda bandha hua tha. Uske ek haath mein lakdi aur sharp stone se bana hua ek spear (bhaala) tha.
Us aadmi ne Priya ke phate hue kapde, uske nange jism ke ubhar, aur uski nam aankhon ko dekhte hue kuch seconds tak kuch nahi kaha. Uski gehri, kaali aankhon mein pehle hairani aayi, aur phir ek shaant pathraav.
Usne dhere se apni aawaaz nikali. Uski aawaaz behad gehri, rough aur bhari thi, jaise saalon se kisi se baat na ki ho:
"Tum... zinda ho."
Priya ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Hindi... broken thi, thodi ajeeb lehje mein, lekin woh poori tarah samajh aa rahi thi.
"Kaun... kaun ho tum?" Priya ne kaampthi hui aawaaz mein poochha. Usne apne dono haathon se apne phate hue kapdon ko breast ke upar sambhalne ki nakam koshish ki.
Aadmi ne apne spear ko neeche kiya aur use ret mein gaad diya. "Vikram. Yahan... kai saal se hoon. Tumhara naam?"
"P-Priya..." usne behad kamzor aawaaz mein jawab diya. Uski aankhen phat rahi thin. "Mera... mera parivaar... humara ship... toofaan aaya tha... Raj! Arjun! Unhe dekha tumne?!"
Vikram ne halka sa sar hilaya. Uski aawaaz mein koi jhoot nahi tha. "Samajh gaya. Cruise ship... toofaan. Yahan toofaan mein jo girta hai... bahut kam log bachte hain. Koi aur nahi aaya."
Priya ke andar ka aakhri sahara toot gaya. Usne apna chehra dono haathon mein chhupa liya aur foot-foot kar rone lagi.
Vikram uske paas zameen par jhuk gaya. Priya ne darr kar thoda peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin Vikram ne uske phate hue kapdon ya uske nange shoulders par koi dhyan nahi diya. Usne behad rough, par dhiyane se Priya ke left leg ko pakda aur uske cut ko check kiya.
"Cut hai," Vikram ne kaha, uske haath ki skin kisi lakdi jaisi sakht thi. "Gehra nahi hai, lekin samundar ke paani se pak jayega. Saaf karna padega. Chal sakti ho?"
Priya ne rone ke beech sar nakar mein hilaaya. "Nahi... dard ho raha hai."
Vikram ne bina koi ijazat maange ya koi formal baat kiye, apna spear uthaya, aur aage badh kar Priya ko apni baahon mein utha liya. Usne ek haath Priya ki thighs ke neeche daala aur doosra uski back par.
Priya ke wet, almost nange jism ka touch Vikram ke bare, garam chest se hua. Priya ke heavy breasts Vikram ke solid ribs se press hue. Priya ne sharm se apne chehre ko Vikram ke shoulder ke paas chhuupa liya. Lekin us pal, Vikram ke chehre par na toh koi havas thi aur na hi koi galat dhyan. Woh bas ek bojh utha kar aage badh raha tha. Dono ke dimaag mein sirf ek hi lafz tha—survival.
Vikram use ret se utha kar jungle ke ghane pedon ke beech le gaya. Thodi der chalne ke baad ek chhoti si clearing aayi.
Wahan ek simple, mazboot hut bana hua tha—bamboos, moti lakdiyon aur jungle ke bade patton se chhaaya hua. Hut ke bahar pattharon se ghera hua ek chhota sa fire pit tha jahan abhi bhi dhuan uth raha tha. Ek kone mein kuch dried fish latak rahi thin, aur ek taraf jungle ke vines se bandha hua ek system tha jismein bade patton ke zariye taaza paani (fresh water) collect ho raha tha.
Vikram ne Priya ko hut ke andar le ja kar ek soft, dried leaves aur ghas se bane hue bed par dhere se lita diya.
Priya dard se karah rahi thi. Vikram bahar gaya aur ek lakdi ke chhote se bowl mein taaza paani le kar aaya. Usne bowl Priya ke honton ke paas lagaya.
"Pee. Thoda-thoda. Ek saath mat peena."
Priya ne paani piya. Paani thanda, meetha aur bilkul saaf tha. Jaise hi woh paani uske sookhe gale se neeche utra, Priya ke jism ko ek ajeeb sa aaram mila.
Vikram ne ek sharp stone se jungle ke kuch vishailay nahi, balki jadi-bootiyon wale patton ko peesa aur unka green paste banaya. Phir woh Priya ke pairon ke paas baitha aur uske leg ke cut par woh paste lagane laga. Paste lagte hi teekhi jalan hui.
"Ahhh!" Priya ke muh se aawaaz nikli, usne bedsheet jaisi ghas ko kas ke pakad liya.
"Seh lo," Vikram ne bina dekhe kaha. "Yeh nahi lagaya toh leg kharab ho jayega."
Paste lagane ke baad, Vikram utha aur hut ke kone mein rakha hua ek purana, mota jute ka kapda utha kar laya. Usne woh kapda Priya ke jism par daal diya taaki uska nanga chest aur thighs dhak jayein.
"Yahan safe hai... abhi ke liye," Vikram ne baahar ki taraf ishara karte hue kaha. "Raat ko jungle mein mat nikalna. Bhediye aur doosre janwar hote hain."




Priya ne jute ke kapde ko apne seene se tight lapete hue Vikram ki taraf dekha. Uski aawaaz mein hichkichahat thi. "Tum... tum akele ho yahan?"

Vikram thodi der shaant raha. Uski aankhen hut ke bahar jalte hue angaron par thin. "Haan. Kai saal se. Shuru mein ginta tha din... ab bhool gaya."
Us raat, Priya ne usi leaves ke bed par let kar aasmaan ko dekha jo hut ke chhat ke gaps se dikh raha tha. Uski aankhon mein baar-baar Raj aur Arjun ke chehre ghoom rahe the. Usne dhere se unke naam liye aur chup-chap roti rahi. Vikram hut ke doosre kone mein baitha tha, aag ko bujhne se bachane ke liye lakdiya daal raha tha. Un dono ke beech ek behad gehra sannaata tha.
Agle do din poori tarah se survival ke sangharsh mein guzre.
Priya ka leg ka dard dhere-dheere kam ho raha tha. Vikram subah uthta aur Priya ko thoda-thoda walk karne ki practice karwaata. Usne Priya ko bataya ki island par kahan se taaza paani lena hai, kon se fruits khane ke liye safe hain, aur coconut ko patthar se kaise toda jata hai.
Priya ne pehli baar apni aalishan Mumbai wali life se alag ek aisi duniya dekhi jahan har ek ghoont paani aur har ek phool ke liye mehnat karni padti thi. Woh Vikram ki har baat dhyan se sunthi. Dono ke beech baat-cheet behad kam thi. Priya jab bhi bolti, apne parivaar ke baare mein bolti—"Mera beta Arjun bohot ziddi hai... woh pizza ke bina nahi rehta," ya "Raj hamesha office ke kaam mein busy rehte the."
Vikram sirf sunta rehta. Woh bas sar hila deta ya shaant rehta. Usne apne past ke baare mein kuch nahi bataya.
Teesre din ki shaam ko, jab suraj dhal raha tha aur aasmaan laal ho raha tha, Vikram hut ke ek purane bamboo shelf se ek cheez nikaal laya. Ek purana, thick plastic ka waterproof pouch.
Usne us pouch ko khola aur usme se ek black color ka, thoda rusted aur damaged marine walkie-talkie / radio set nikala.
"Yeh... kai saal pehle ek beh kar aayi hui choti boat se mila tha," Vikram ne use dekhte hue kaha, aawaaz mein koi umang nahi thi. "Iska battery weak hai. Kabhi-kabhi signal pakad leta hai jab mausam saaf ho. Zyada tar sirf noise aati hai. Par main isse charge rakhta hoon solar panel se jo boat se mila tha."
Usne woh device Priya ke samne rakh diya. "Agar tumhara koi... tumhe dhoond raha ho, ya koi ship paas se guzre... toh shayad."
Priya ke haath kaampne lage. Usne behad ahat ke saath us heavy black device ko apne haathon mein uthaya. Usne power button dabaya.
Sssshhhhhh... zzzzz...
Pehlesirf harsh static noise aayi. Priya ne dhere se dial ghumaya. Achanak, ek second ke liye... bohot door se ek aawaaz aayi—jaise koi static ke peeche bol raha ho—aur phir dobara sirf static noise reh gayi.
Priya ki aankhon se jhar-jhar aansu behne lage. Usne us walkie-talkie ko apne dono haathon mein pakda aur apne seene se, apne heavy breasts ke beech kas ke laga liya.
"Arjun... Arjun agar tu sun raha hai..." Priya ne device par button dabate hue kaha, uski aawaaz rone se phat rahi thi. "Mumma zinda hai beta... main yahan hoon... please mujhe bachalo..."
Device par sirf static noise bajti rahi—ssshhhhh...
Vikram ne Priya ko us device se lipat kar rote hue dekha. Usne ek gehri saans li, apna sar doosri taraf ghumaaya aur aag mein ek aur lakdi daal di. Usne kuch nahi kaha.
Us raat, Priya ne us walkie-talkie ko apne seene se laga kar hi soyi. Static ki woh halki noise uske kaan mein bajti rahi, use lag raha tha jaise uska beta uske paas hai.
Aur hut ke doosre kone mein, Vikram andhere mein baitha hua tha, us aurat ke jism ke curves aur uske roop ko dekh raha tha jo uske saalon se akele pade island par toofaan ki tarah aa girri thi.
Dono abhi bilkul strangers the.
Unke beech sirf survival ka ek majboor rishta tha.
Lekin island ki fiza aur majboori unhe dheere-dheere ek aisi raah par le jaane wali thi, jahan se wapsi ka koi rasta nahi bacha tha.



Subah ki pehli sunehri roshni jab jungle ke ghane pedon aur bade patton se chhan kar hut ke andar aayi, Priya pehle se jaag chuki thi.
Aankhen khulte hi uske dimaag mein sabse pehla khayal Raj aur Arjun ka aaya. Is anjaan, janglee island par un dono ke bina har ek pal kisi saja jaisa lag raha tha. Priya ki aankhon mein aahista se aansu bhar aaye. Usne apne haath se gaalon par sukhe hue namak ko saaf kiya aur dheere se uthne ki koshish ki. Uske left leg mein abhi bhi ek teekha dard tha, lekin pehle do dino jitna unbearable nahi tha.
Hut ke bahar se lakdiyon ke chatakne aur aag ki halki sarsarahat ki aawaaz aa rahi thi. Priya ne jute ke kapde ko apne seene par sambhalte hue bahar dekha.
Vikram hut ke bahar zameen par baitha hua tha, ek chhoti si aag ko sambhaal raha tha. Subah ki mulayam dhoop uske bare, taambayi shoulders aur broad back par pad rahi thi. Jab woh aag mein lakdiya set karne ke liye aage jhukta, toh uski peeth ke solid muscles aur ghane scars saaf ubhar aate the.
Priya ki nazar ek second ke liye un chauro shoulders par tiki, par phir usne jhatke se apni nazrein hata lin. *'Mujhe yeh sab nahi dekhna chahiye... Main ek married aurat hoon, Raj ki biwi hoon, Arjun ki maa hoon,'* usne khud ko andar hi andar sharminda hote hue samjhaya.
Vikram ne bina muday hi uske qadmon ki aahat pehchan li. Usne apna sar thoda sa ghumaya. "Uth gayi? Taaza paani rakha hai container mein. Pee lo."
Usne coconut ka ek bada half-shell Priya ki taraf badhaya. Paani behad thanda aur taaza tha. Priya ne bina kuch bole dhere-dheere paani piya. Un dono ke beech baat-cheet abhi bhi behad kam thi, lekin woh pehle do dino wali ajeeb si ghabrahat aur awkwardness ab thodi kam hone lagi thi.
Us din ki dopahar ko Vikram ne Priya ko apne saath jungle mein le jaane ka faisla kiya.
"Tumhe yahan ke baare mein seekhna padega," Vikram ne apna wooden spear uthate hue behad gehri aawaaz mein kaha. "Agar main kisi din shikaar par gaya aur wapas nahi aaya, toh tumhe akele zinda rehna aana chahiye. Yahan kisi par dependent rehna maut ko bulawa dena hai."
Priya ne thoda darr kar use dekha, par phir apna sar haan mein hila diya. Woh Mumbai ke aalishan flat se aayi ek aisi aurat thi jisne kabhi kitchen mein khud sabziyaan lene ke alawa koi mehnat nahi ki thi, lekin ab survival ki majboori usse har kaam karwa rahi thi.
Woh dono jungle ke ghane raste par aage badhne lage. Vikram aage-aage chal raha tha, haath mein spear liye hue. Uske qadam ekdum sure aur khamosh the, jaise is jungle ka har ped, har pathar, aur har kaanta usse saalon se pehchanta ho. Priya uske peeche-peeche thodi lachakthi hui chal rahi thi.
Jungle ka rasta behad kathin tha. Jab kisi oonche pathar se utarna hota ya jungle ke ghane vines ko hatana hota, toh Vikram aage badh kar ek hi haath se bade-bade patharon aur lakdiyon ko hata deta. Uske biceps ki veins force ke saath ubhar aati thin, aur uske thick arms ka power saaf dikhta tha.
Priya jab bhi use aisa karte dekhti, uski nazar Vikram ke jism ke us raw power par chali jati. Ek 42 saal ki mature aurat hone ke naate, woh chah kar bhi is baat ko ignore nahi kar pa rahi thi ki yeh aadmi kitna mazboot aur surakshit feel karwane wala tha. Lekin agle hi pal uske andar ek zabardast guilt jag uthta. Woh turant apni nazrein zameen par tika leti aur Raj ke chehre ko dimaag mein laane ki koshish karti.
"Tum... tum itne strong kaise ho?" Priya ne raste mein chalte hue aakhir pooch hi liya.
Vikram ek second ke liye ruk kar peeche muda. Uski kaali, gehri aankhon mein koi emotion nahi tha. "Yahan agar strong nahi hoge toh jungle tumhe kha jayega. Yeh Mumbai ya saher nahi hai... yahan sirf wahi bachta hai jo lad sakta hai."
Thodi der chalne ke baad woh dono jungle ke beech se guzarti hui ek chhoti si shaffaf stream (jharne) ke paas ruk gaye. Vikram ne zameen par baith kar Priya ko dikhaya ki kaise pattharon ke beech se beh rahe saaf paani ko collect karna hai, aur kaise jungle ke specific leaves ko chew karke apni bhookh aur thakan ko mitana hai.
Priya ek chhotay bache ki tarah har cheez dhyan se dekh rahi thi. Ek jagah jhukte waqt, uski phati hui sundress ka front part thoda aur khul gaya, jis se uske heavy D-cup breasts ka upper portion saaf jhalakne laga. Priya ne jaldi se kapda sambhala aur ghabra kar Vikram ki taraf dekha, par Vikram shaant baitha hua paani ke bahaav ko dekh raha tha, jaise usne dhyan hi na diya ho.
Dhere-dheere Priya ke andar ka darr thoda kam hua aur woh apne ghar ki baatein karne lagi—jaise woh apne andar ke dard ko bahar nikalna chahti ho.
"Mera beta Arjun... 19 saal ka hai," Priya ne ek patthar par baithte hue kaha, uski aawaaz mein mamta aur dard dono ghule hue the. "Bohot hi seedha aur pyara bacha hai. Ghar par meri har kaam mein help karta tha. Jab main udaas hoti thi toh woh mera haath pakad leta tha... Woh abhi Mumbai mein mere liye ro raha hoga, Vikram. Woh mere bina nahi reh sakta."
Usne apni aankhon se behte hue aansuon ko saaf kiya aur aage boli, "Aur Raj... mere pati. Textile ka bada business hai unka. Bohot busy rehte the, shayad hume utna time nahi de paate the... lekin woh bohot achhe aadmi hain. Unhone mere liye cruise book kiya tha taaki hum sab saath waqt bita sakein. Main... main kisi bhi tarah apne ghar wapas jaana chahti hoon, Vikram. Mujhe mere bete ke paas jaana hai."
Vikram chup-chap uski baat sunta raha. Usne na toh Priya ko koi jhoothi dhalas di aur na hi uske rone par koi daya dikhayi. Usne bas ek halka sa nod kiya. Priya ko laga jaise woh uske har ek lafz ko absorb kar raha ho, par apni taraf se kuch share nahi karna chahta.
Shaam ko jab suraj dhal gaya aur jungle mein andhera ghir aaya, woh dono wapas apne hut mein aa gaye. Vikram ne fire pit mein aag jalayi aur dono ne aag ke paas baith kar dried fish aur jungle ke kuch nuts khaye.
Fire ki laal roshni mein Vikram ka beard wala chehra aur bhi serious aur rugged dikh raha tha. Priya ne bohot himmat kar ke aakhir pooch hi liya:
"Vikram... tum yahan kaise aaye? Itne saal se is island par akele... tumhare sath kya hua tha?"
Vikram ne aag mein jal rahi lakdi ko ek patthar se hilaya. Uski aankhen aag ki lapton mein kahin door khoyi hui thin. Thodi der ke sannate ke baad, usne behad gehri, thandi aawaaz mein bolna shuru kiya.
"Main bhi ek ship par tha. International cargo ship thi. Aaj se lagbhag barah-terah saal pehle. Samundar mein ek aisi hi khaufnak toofaan aaya tha jismein ship ke do tukde ho gaye. Main ek chhotay wooden lifeboat mein kood gaya, par baaki koi nahi bach saka. Kai dino tak bina paani aur khane ke samundar mein tairta raha... aakhir mein yeh island mila."
Vikram ne ek gehri saans li. "Pehle saal main har din samundar ko ghoorta tha ki koi ship aayegi, koi mujhe bachane aayega. Par saal guzar gaye... koi nahi aaya. Phir maine accept kar liya ki ab yeh island hi meri duniya hai, aur main yahin marunga."
Usne apna haath apne left shoulder par rakha aur apna kapda thoda neeche karke ek bada, bhayanak scar dikhaya. "Pehle saal jungle mein ek janglee suar se ladte waqt main pahadi se neeche gir gaya tha. Meri shoulder ki haddi toot gayi thi. Koi doctor nahi tha... maine khud apne haath se apni haddi ko khench kar set kiya tha. Us din ke baad se maine rona aur umeed lagana chhod diya."
Priya ne uski baatein suni aur uske dil mein ek ajeeb si lahar uthi—behad sympathy, aur uske sath hi ek unsaid admiration. Ek aadmi jo barah saal se is khaufnak jungle mein akela zinda tha, jise koi sahara nahi mila, par phir bhi woh toota nahi tha.
Priya ki nazar Vikram ke us solid, muscular body par gayi. Scars ke bawajood uska jism kisi chattan jaisa mazboot tha. Ek second ke liye Priya ke dimaag mein ek behad ajeeb aur unwanted khayal aaya—*'Yeh aadmi kitna powerful hai... Agar yeh mujhe apni baahon mein utha le, toh mujhe kisi cheez ka darr nahi rahega.'*
Lekin jaise hi yeh khayal aaya, Priya ka poora jism guilt se kaamp utha. *'Nahi! Main yeh kya soch rahi hoon! Main Raj ki biwi hoon!'*
"Main... main apne parivaar ke baare mein sochna nahi chhod sakti," Priya ne ghabra kar jaldi se baat badal di. "Arjun abhi bhi walkie-talkie par mera wait kar raha hoga. Mujhe lagta hai woh mujhe dhoond nikalega."
Vikram ne Priya ki taraf dekha. Uski kaali aankhon mein ek aisi gahrai thi jise Priya samajh nahi pa rahi thi. "Umeed rakhna achhi baat hai, Priya. Lekin is island par umeed se pet nahi bharta... kaam aur mehnat se bharta hai. Agar zinda rehna hai, toh apni purani life ko thodi der ke liye bhoolna hoga."
Raat ke waqt, jab jungle ke jhinguron ki aawaaz har taraf phail gayi, Priya apne leaves ke bed par let gayi. Usne dhere se bagal mein rakha hua walkie-talkie uthaya aur use switch on kiya.
*Ssssshhhhh... zzzzz...*
Har baar ki tarah sirf static noise aayi. Priya ne us device ko apne dono haathon se pakda, use apne heavy breasts ke beech seene se lagaya aur behad dhiemi aawaaz mein bola:
"Arjun... mera bacha. Mumma zinda hai. Main theek hoon beta... Tum tension mat lena, main bohot jald wapas aane ki koshish karungi... I love you."
Device ko seene se lapete hue usne apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin aur aansu bahati hui so gayi.
Hut ke doosri taraf, aag ke dim angaron ki roshni mein Vikram andhere mein baitha hua tha. Uski nazar Priya ke jism par thi. Light ki wajah se Priya ke D-cup breasts ka shape kapde ke neeche se clear ubhar raha tha, uski patli kamar aur uski goree thighs jo jute ke kapde se bahar phisal aayi thin. Vikram ke andar saalon se soya hua ek mardana jazba halka sa hilne laga. Lekin usne turant apna sar jhatka aur apni nazrein hata lin. Saalon baad kisi aisi khoobsurat aurat ka uske itne paas hona ek khatarnak khel ban sakta tha.
Priya ne bhi neend mein ek baar apni aankhen kholi aur andhere mein baithe Vikram ke broad shoulders, strong jawline aur uski quiet intensity ko dekha. Uski chest mein ek behad halki, unwanted pull feel hui—ek aisi attraction jise woh poori taqat se dabana chahti thi. Usne turant apni pait ghumayi aur Raj ka chehra yaad karne ki koshish karne lagi.
Dono is baat ko achhi tarah jaante the ki is attraction ko ignore karna hi unki bhalai hai.
Yeh sirf survival ka khel tha... aur kuch nahi.
Lekin is gumnam island ki fiza, yeh sannaata aur yeh majboori unke beech ke distance ko dhere-dheere kam kar rahi thi—chahe woh dono kitni bhi koshish kyun na kar lein.



Subah jab jungle ke ghane patton se pheenki hui pehli zard roshni zameen par gimi, toh Vikram ka mazaaj bilkul badla hua tha.
Woh pehle se hi hut ke bahar khada tha, haath mein apna bhaari wooden spear tightly pakde hue, aur uski kaali, gehri aankhen jungle ke ghane, andhere raste par tiki hui thin. Aag usne pehle hi jala kar bujha di thi—sirf thoda sa dhuan uth raha tha.
Priya jab jut ke kapde ko apne shoulders par lapet kar bahar aayi, toh usne turant notice kiya ki Vikram ke chehre par ek aisi teekhi, gambhir tension thi jo usne pichle chaar-paanch dino mein kabhi nahi dekhi thi. Vikram ki body language ekdum alert thi, jaise koi shikaari jungle mein kisi khatre ki aahat sun raha ho.
"Kya hua, Vikram?" Priya ne apni aawaaz ko dhiema rakhte hue ghabra kar poochha. "Subah-subah itne pareshan kyun ho?"
Vikram ne jhatke se apna sar ghumaya. Uski aawaaz mein ek aisi sakhti thi jise Priya taal nahi sakti thi. "Aaj hut se door mat jaana. Jahan main jaunga, mere bilkul paas rehna."
Priya thodi si hairaan aur darr gayi. "Kyun? Aisa kya ho gaya? Kya samundar mein koi ship dikhi?"
Vikram ne uski baat ka seedha jawab nahi diya. Usne ek aadhe kate hue coconut mein se taaza paani uski taraf badhaya. "Pehle yeh peo. Phir mere piche chalo. Sab samajh aa jayega."
Dono jungle ke andar badhe, lekin aaj Vikram ke chalne ka tarika bilkul alag tha. Pehle jaisa relaxed ya bekhauf nahi. Har das kadam chalne ke baad woh rukta, apne kaan jungle ke sannate par tikata, hawa ki direction check karne ke liye apne haath ko upar uthata, aur zameen par jhuk kar mitti ko gour se dekhta.
Priya uske bilkul piche chal rahi thi, apne kadmon ki aawaaz ko jitna ho sake dabaane ki koshish karti hui. Uska dil seene mein ajeeb si tezi se dhadak raha tha.
Ek jagah aakar Vikram achanak ruk gaya. Usne haath se Priya ko piche hatne ka ishara kiya aur khud ghutnon ke bal zameen par baith gaya.
Zameen ki geeli mitti par kuch taaza footprints (pairo ke nishan) the. Yeh bare feet ke nishan the, lekin Vikram ke pairo ke nishan se poori tarah alag. Yeh footprints thode chhote, choude the, aur mitti mein unke pairon ke aage sharp claws ya rough, janglee edges ke saaf nishan bane hue the—jaise woh log kabhi jootay ya koi protection use nahi karte the.
Priya bhi aage jhuki aur un nishanon ko dekh kar uski saans atak gayi. "Yeh... yeh kisi insaan ke pairo ke nishan hain? Lekin yeh tumhare toh nahi hain..."
Vikram ne dhere se apna sar haan mein hilaaya. Uski aawaaz behad dhiemi thi. "Haan. Yeh mere nahi hain."
Usne uth kar paas ke ek vishalkay ped ke vriksh (trunk) par apni ungliyan pheri. Wahan kisi sharp patthar se kuch strange symbols aur ajeeb se aakar engrave kiye gaye the—jaise koi purana, aadiwasi mark. Thodi door ek aur ped ki chhaal par bhi bilkul wahi markings thin.
Priya ka chehra darr se peela pad gaya. Usne apne dono haathon se apne phate hue kapdon ko aur kas liya. "Yahan... is island par humare alawa aur log bhi hain?"
Vikram ne Priya ki taraf poora mud kar dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek behad bhaari seriousness thi. "Haan. Main jaanta hoon."
Usne ek gehri saans li, aur jungle ke sannaate mein behad low tone mein bolna shuru kiya:
"Yeh island bohot bada hai, Priya. Itna bada ki tum tasavvur nahi kar sakti. Hum jis taraf rehte hain, yeh iska coastal (samundari) kinara hai. Lekin is ghane jungle ke bilkul beech mein, pahadiyon ke piche... ek group rehta hai. Chhota sa... shayad aath-das logon ka clan. Maine unhe saalon pehle door se dekha tha. Woh bahar ki duniya se poori tarah cut-off hain. Pata nahi kitni generations se is island par hain. Unki language alag hai, thode se broken, ajeeb words bolte hain jo samajh nahi aate. Woh... bilkul alag tarike ke log hain."
Priya ki badi-badi aankhen phatne lagi. "Tumne... tumne mujhe pehle din kyun nahi bataya, Vikram?!"
"Kyunki unke paas aane ki koi zaroorat nahi thi," Vikram ne safai di. "Main hamesha is coastal area mein raha hoon, aur woh hamesha deep jungle mein rehte hain. Kai saalon se hum ek doosre ke ilaqe ko avoid karte aaye hain. Unhe lagta tha ki main koi shaitaan hoon, aur main unse door rehta tha. Lekin ab... ab unke footprints is coastal line tak aa gaye hain. Iska matlab woh move kar rahe hain."
Vikram ne apne wooden spear ki grip ko itna kas ke pakda ki uske knuckles safed pad gaye.
"Priya, meri baat bohot dhyan se suno. Kabhi... galti se bhi deep jungle ki taraf mat jana. Yahan hut se akele kabhi mat nikalna. Agar jungle mein koi ajeeb aawaaz, koi whistling ya dhol jaisi sound sunai de, toh turant mere piche chhuup jaana. Woh log civilized nahi hain... woh dangerous hain."
Priya ke jism mein ek thurthuri daud gayi. "Kya... kya woh logon ko maar dete hain?"
Vikram thodi der shaant raha, uski aankhen jungle ke andhere mein kisi invisible khatre ko dhoond rahi thin. "Maine unhe kabhi directly confront nahi kiya. Lekin jo thodi bohot cheezein maine dekhi hain... unka apna ek qanoon hai. Woh kisi bahar wale ko bardasht nahi karte. Aur... ek aur baat."
Vikram ne thoda ruk kar Priya ke chehre ko dekha. "Woh auraton ko alag nazar se dekhte hain. Unke clan mein auratein kam hain. Agar unhone kisi bahar ki aurat ko dekh liya... toh woh use apna banane ke liye kisi bhi hadd tak ja sakte hain."
Priya ka khoon jaise thanda pad gaya. Uske dimaag mein ek aisi khaufnak tasveer aayi jisne uski rooh kaamp di. Usne turant apne heavy D-cup breasts aur apni waist ko jute ke kapde se poori tarah dhak liya.
Priya ne ghor kiya ki Vikram ab uske bilkul bagal mein chal raha tha—unke shoulders ek doosre se lagbhag touch ho rahe the. Vikram ke jism se aati woh raw, muscular energy aur uski protective posture Priya ko ek ajeeb tarike se safe feel karwa rahi thi. Is khaufnak jungle mein Vikram hi uski aakhri dhaal tha. Lekin sath hi, Vikram ki yeh nazdeeki uske andar ek halki si discomfort aur ajeeb si aanch bhi paida kar rahi thi.
Thodi der aur aage badhne par, unhone pedon ke ooper se halka sa kaala dhuan uthta hua dekha—jungle ke deep side se.
Vikram ne turant apna haath Priya ke shoulder par rakha aur use piche dhakela. "Bas. Agay nahi jaana. Wapas chalte hain. Aaj ke liye itna kaafi hai."
Hut wapas aate waqt Priya bilkul khamosh thi. Uske dimaag mein hazaron sawal ghoom rahe the. Yeh log kaun hain? Kya woh unhe dhoond rahe hain? Agar Vikram na hota toh uska kya hota?
Shaam ko, jab aag ke paas baith kar unhone khana khaya, Priya ne dhere se poochha, "Vikram... tumne unse kabhi dosti karne ya baat karne ki koshish nahi ki?"
Vikram ne apna sar nakar mein hilaaya. "Nahi. Jungle mein jaan bachani ho toh door rehna hi sabse bada honsla hota hai. Maine unke hunting trails dekhe hain... woh janwaron ko behad reham ke bina maarte hain. Ek baar maine unke do shikaariyon ko door se dekha tha—unke jism par ajeeb marks the, dante bahaar the. Unhe dekh kar hi samajh aa gaya tha ki unse door rehne mein hi bhalai hai."
Usne Priya ki aankhon mein dekha. Uski aawaaz mein ek aisi garmaahat thi jo usne pehle kabhi nahi dikhayi thi. "Lekin ab tum yahan ho, Priya. Pehle main akela tha, mujhe apni jaan ki parwah nahi thi. Par ab mujhe tumhari hefazat karni hai. Tum unke hath nahi lagni chahiye."
Priya ne Vikram ki aankhon mein dekha. Uski kaali, gehri aankhon mein ek sachi aur behad strong protectiveness dikh rahi thi. Priya ke andar darr toh tha, lekin us darr ke beech Vikram ki is strength ne uske dil mein ek unwanted, ajeeb sa aakarshan paida kar diya. Vikram ke woh broad shoulders, uska serious rugged chehra, aur uska tarika jisse woh apni jaan par khel kar use guard kar raha tha—yeh sab Priya ko ek ajeeb sa nasha de raha tha.
Ek pal ke liye Priya ke dimaag mein aaya ki agar uska pati Raj yahan hota, toh shayad woh is jungle mein ek din bhi survive nahi kar paata... Raj toh sirf phone aur meetings sambhal sakta tha.
Lekin agle hi second, Priya ko apne is khayal par itna gussa aur guilt aaya ki usne apna lower lip kaat liya. *'Main Raj ke baare mein aisa kaise soch sakti hoon?! Woh mera pati hai! Maine uske sath saat phere liye hain!'*
"Main... main bilkul careful rahungi, Vikram. Main tumhare bina kahin nahi jaungi," Priya ne apni nazar zameen par tikate hue kaha.
Raat ko, jab jungle ke jhinguron ki cheekh tez ho gayi, Priya ne dhere se apna walkie-talkie uthaya aur button dabaya.
"Arjun... mera bacha. Mumma bilkul theek hai," usne behad dhiemi, kaampthi aawaaz mein kaha. "Lekin yahan... yahan jungle ke andar kuch dangerous log hain. Tum tension mat lena... Vikram mera bohot khayal rakh raha hai. Woh mujhe kuch nahi hone dega... I love you Arjun."
Device par har baar ki tarah sirf static noise bajti rahi—*ssshhhhh...* Usne device ko apne seene se lagaya aur aankhen band kar lin.
Hut ke entrance par, Vikram apna wooden spear haath mein liye zameen par baitha hua tha. Usne decide kar liya tha ki ab se woh raat ko soye-ga nahi, balki jaag kar pehra dega. Island ka mahol ab badal chuka tha.
Deep jungle mein dangerous log move kar rahe the...
Aur is chhotaysaan hut ke andar, do strangers majboori, darr aur ek unwanted, shiddat bhari aanch ke dore se ek doosre se bandhte ja rahe the.

[Joker44]

Agle din subah se hi jungle ki hawa mein ek alag hi bhari pan aur sannata tha.

Vikram ne shuruat mein Priya ko hut ke andar hi rehne ki sakt hidayat di thi, lekin dopahar ke waqt un dono ko ehsaas hua ki sirf hut mein baithe rehne se kaam nahi chalega. Unka taaza paani (fresh water) khatam hone ko tha, aur bina khane aur paani ke woh aage survive nahi kar sakte the. Isliye Vikram ne faisla kiya ki woh dono ek baar phir jungle ki taraf nikalenge, lekin is baar alert level pehle se kahin zyada tha.
Vikram ke ek haath mein uska heavy wooden spear tightly pakda hua tha. Uska har ek kadam behad aahista aur napa-tula tha. Woh har das-barah kadam chalne ke baad rukta, apne kaan jungle ki aawaazon par tikata, hawa ka rukh maapta aur zameen par pairo ke nishan check karta.
Priya uske bilkul piche-piche chal rahi thi. Uske dil ki dhadkan itni tez thi ki uske seene mein jhatke lag rahe the. Kal Vikram ne jo aadiwasi clan ke baare mein bataya tha—woh sari baatein uske dimaag mein aag ki tarah ghoom rahi thin.
Woh Vikram ke broad, muscular back ko dekh rahi thi. Jab Vikram aage badhta, toh uske shoulders aur waist ke muscles kisi trained jungle predator ki tarah rhythmic movement karte the. Ek minute ke liye Priya ke dimaag mein phir se wahi unwanted, ajeeb sa khayal aaya ki yeh aadmi kitna solid aur powerful hai... Lekin darr itna zyada tha ki usne turant is khayal ko apne andar daba diya.
Thodi der ghane pedon ke beech chalne ke baad, Vikram achanak ruk gaya. Usne peeche mud kar apna haath Priya ke honton par rakha. Vikram ke haath ki skin behad rough aur garam thi. Usne Priya ki aankhon mein dekhte hue bilkul chup rehne ka ishara kiya.
Unhone ek vishalkay, ghane ped ke motay tana (trunk) ke piche khud ko chhupa liya.
Thodi door, jungle ke ek chhotay se khule hisse (clearing) mein... kuch log khade the.
Priya ki saans atak gayi. Uska poora jism ekdam thanda pad gaya.
Wahan kul saat-aath log the—paanch mard aur do-teen auratein. Un sabhi ke jism par jungle se banaye hue rough kapde the—kuch pedon ke bade patte, kuch sookhi chhaal (bark), aur kuch janglee janwaron ki rough skin.
Mardon ke bare chest par kai purane scars, cuts aur ajeeb se tattooed marks bane hue the. Unke kaale baal lambe, uljhe hue aur gande the, aur unke chehre behad harsh, bina kisi reham ke dikhte the. Auratein bhi waisi hi rough thin, lekin unme se ek thodi younger lag rahi thi, jiske shoulders par bhi vahi aadiwasi marks the.
Woh log aapas mein ek bohot hi ajeeb, garajti hui aawaaz mein baat kar rahe the. Unki bhasha kisi bhi modern language se bilkul alag thi. Kabhi-kabhi unke muh se ek-do broken, purane zamaane ke words nikalte the—jaise *"sea"* ya *"wo-man"*—lekin baaki saari bhasha bilkul ajnabi aur khaufnak thi.
Vikram dhere se aur aage jhuka. Usne apna muh Priya ke kaan ke bilkul paas laya. Vikram ki garam saans Priya ke gale aur kaan par padi, jis se Priya ke jism mein ek halki si shiver daud gayi.
"Yahi hain..." Vikram ne behad dhiemi, sarsarahat bhari aawaaz mein kaha. "Deep jungle ke log. Maine itne saalon baad pehli baar unhe itne paas se dekha hai."
Priya ka poora jism darr se thar-thar kaamp raha tha. Usne un mardon ko ghoora. Unme se ek mard khas taur par bohot bada aur heavy build ka tha—uske chest par teen gehre scars the. Woh baar-baar jungle ke is coastal hisse ki taraf apni gehri aankhon se ghoor raha tha, jaise kisi shikaar ki khushbu ko soongh raha ho.
Vikram ne Priya ke kaan mein bolna continue rakha, uski aawaaz behad low aur gambhir thi:
"Maine saalon pehle unke purane hunting camps aur markings se unke baare mein samjha tha. Yeh log generations se is island par hain. Bahar ki duniya se unka koi talluq nahi hai. Unka apna ek qanoon hai... Aur sabse khatarnak baat pata hai kya hai?"
Priya ne kaampte hue sar utha kar Vikram ko dekha. Uske darr se phate hue chehre par sawal tha.
Vikram ne dhere se aage kaha, "Unke qanoon ke hisaab se... agar samundar se koi bahar ki healthy aurat beh kar aaye, toh woh use *'Gift from the Sea'* maante hain. Unke hisaab se aisi aurat ko unke clan ka sabse powerful mard claim karta hai... taaki unki bloodline strong ho sake. Unki auratein bhi is par koi objection nahi karti. Yeh unka peete se chala aa raha riwaaj hai."
Priya ki aankhen khauf se phat gayin. Usne darr ke maare apne dono haathon se apne phate hue kapdon ko aur tightly apne heavy breasts ke upar lapet liya.
"Matlab... agar... agar unhone mujhe dekh liya toh..." Priya ki aawaaz rone wali ho gayi.
"Isliye main keh raha hoon ki unke saamne galti se bhi mat aana," Vikram ne kaha. Uski aawaaz mein ek behad sakht aur hard edge thi. "Woh ab is taraf move kar rahe hain. Unhe shayad andaaza ho gaya hai ki samundar se koi naya insaan island par aaya hai."
Clearing mein khade woh log thodi der aur ruke. Unme se us bade mard ne zameen par ek sharp stone se kuch symbols banaye, aur phir sab mil kar deep jungle ki ghani jhadion mein ghaib ho gaye.
Jab tak unke qadmon ki aawaaz aur unki garajti hui aawaaz poori tarah khatam nahi ho gayi, Vikram ne Priya ko ek inch bhi hilne nahi diya. Usne apna haath Priya ke shoulder par kas ke rakha hua tha.
Wapas hut ki taraf jaate waqt dono ke beech ek behad gehra sannaata tha.
Vikram ab aage chalne ke bajaye Priya ke bilkul bagal mein chal raha tha. Ghani jhadion aur pattharon se guzarte waqt, Vikram ka haath baar-baar Priya ki waist aur uski back par aa jata tha—use sambhalne aur aage push karne ke liye.
Vikram ke haath ka woh rough, strong touch Priya ko is khaufnak mahol mein ek zabardast safety feel karwa raha tha. Priya ko lag raha tha ki agar Vikram uske sath na hota, toh woh ab tak un logon ke hath lag chuki hoti. Vikram ki yeh protective nature Priya ke andar ek ajeeb sa aakarshan paida kar rahi thi...
*'Kitna strong aadmi hai yeh... mere liye apni jaan khatre mein daal raha hai,'* Priya ne socha. Raj ne toh hamesha use comfort mein rakha tha, par kabhi aise kisi khatre se nahi bachaya tha. Lekin agle hi pal Priya ne khud ko daanta aur apne dimaag se is khayal ko jhatak diya.
Hut pahunchte hi Vikram ne uske entrance ko aur bade patton aur bamboo se cover kar diya taaki bahar se koi andar na dekh sake. Usne apne wooden spear ko ekdam apne paas rakha.
"Aaj raat se main bilkul nahi soyunga," Vikram ne aag ke paas baithte hue kaha. "Tum so jao. Lekin agar jungle mein koi ajeeb aawaaz, ya koi pairo ki aahat aaye, toh turant mujhe jagana."
Priya ne aag ki laal roshni mein Vikram ke chehre ko dekha. Uski serious, rugged jawline, uska broad chest aur uski woh intense kaali aankhen... yeh sab Priya ko overwhelm kar raha tha. Darr ke beech ek behad halki, unwanted aanch phir se uske jism mein daud gayi.
"Main... main theek hoon," Priya ne behad kaampthi aawaaz mein kaha. "Tumne... tumne aaj mujhe phir se bachaya, Vikram. Thank you."
Vikram ne bas ek halka sa nod kiya. "Abhi tak toh bach gaye hain. Lekin kal se hume aur bhi zyada alert rehna padega."
Raat ko jab Priya apne dried leaves ke bed par leti, toh uske dimaag mein baar-baar un aadiwasi mardon ke rough chehre aur Vikram ke woh lafz ghoom rahe the—*'Gift from the Sea'*.
Usne dhere se bagal mein rakha hua walkie-talkie uthaya aur switch on kiya.
*Ssssshhhhh... zzzzz...*
"Arjun... mera bacha. Mumma bilkul safe hai," usne device ko apne honton ke paas laakar rone jaisi aawaaz mein kaha. "Lekin yahan... yahan kuch behad dangerous log hain. Vikram... woh... woh mujhe unse protect kar raha hai. Tum tension mat lena beta... main kisi bhi tarah wapas aane ki koshish karungi. I love you Arjun..."
Device par har baar ki tarah sirf static noise bajti rahi—*ssshhhhh...* Usne device ko apne heavy breasts ke beech seene se daba liya aur apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin.
Hut ke entrance par, Vikram apna spear haath mein liye andhere mein baitha hua tha. Usne decide kar liya tha ki ab se woh Priya ko ek second ke liye bhi apni nazron se door nahi hone dega.
Deep jungle ke woh khaufnak log ab qareeb aa chuke the...
Aur unki nazron mein Priya ab sirf ek aurat nahi... ek *'Gift'* thi jise woh claim karna chahte the.




Subah ka waqt tha, lekin jungle ki fiza mein ek ajeeb si bhari, khaufnak khamoshi thahri hui thi.
Vikram ne shuruat mein hi yeh decide kiya tha ki aaj woh deep jungle ki taraf bilkul nahi jaayenge, balki sirf is coastal side ke aas-paas hi rahenge. Ek chhotay se jharna se taaza paani collect karke jitna ho sake jaldi wapas apne secure hut mein laut aayenge.
Priya Vikram ke bilkul qareeb-qareeb chal rahi thi—dono ke shoulders baar-baar ek doosre se takraa rahe the. Dono ke beech ab baat-cheet poori tarah se band ho chuki thi. Tension itni teekhi aur gehri thi ki muh se extra words nikal hi nahi rahe the. Vikram ka haath hamesha apne us wooden spear ki grip par tha, aur uski kaali, chaukanna aankhen har ek jhadhi aur har ek ped ki aat ko scan kar rahi thin.
Woh dono jungle ke ek chhote se open area mein pahunche jahan se pattharon ke beech se beh rahi paani ki stream nazar aa rahi thi. Vikram ne haath utha kar Priya ko signal diya ki woh ek bade ped ke piche hi ruk jaye. Woh khud aage badha, stream aur aas-paas ke ilaqe ko check karne ke liye.
Lekin tabhi... woh bhayanak haadsa ho gaya.
Ek second pehle tak jungle mein kuch nahi tha—sirf patton ki sarsarahat thi. Lekin agle hi second, pedon aur ghani jhadion ke piche se tezi se paanch aadiwasi mard nikal aaye.
Woh pehle se hi ghaat lagaye baithe the. Unhone Vikram ko chaaro taraf se bilkul chupke se gher liya tha. Vikram ne ek split second mein react kiya, apna spear ghumaya aur pehle aadiwasi mard ke shoulder par zordar vaar kiya. Aadiwasi kaandha pakad kar peeche gira, lekin unki ginti zyada thi.
Doosre aadiwasi ne piche se aakar Vikram ki kamar par zordar dhakka diya. Teesre ne jhapat kar uska spear wala haath pakad liya. Vikram ne apni poori taqat se ladne ki koshish ki—ek ke chehre par aisa zordar punch maara ki woh khoon ultata hua gira, doosre ko apni taang se dhakel diya—lekin woh outnumbered tha. Ek behad heavy aur scarred aadiwasi ne piche se aakar ek bhaari, sharp patthar se Vikram ke sar ke piche hit kar diya.
*THUD!*
Vikram ke sar se khoon ki dhaar nikal padi. Woh ek second ke liye dizzy ho kar ghutnon ke bal gir pada. Isse pehle ki woh sambhal pata, do-teen mardon ne use zameen par dabaya aur jungle ki moti, lakdi jaisi majboot vines (belon) se uske dono haathon ko piche kas kar baandh diya. Uska wooden spear door jhadion mein phenk diya gaya.
"VIKRAM!" Priya ne apni poori jaan laga kar cheekha. Uski saans ghootne lagi.
Woh turn le kar wapas hut ki taraf bhaagne ki koshish karti, lekin do aadiwasi mardon ne jhapat kar use turant dono taraf se pakad liya. Unke haath behad rough, kaale aur chipchipe the, aur unke jism se janglee janwaron aur pasine ki behad gandi smell aa rahi thi.
Priya ne unki grip se nikalne ke liye poori taqat se struggle kiya—apne legs chalaye, unke haathon par nails se scratch kiya, cheekhi-chillayi: "Chhodo mujhe! Chhodo! Help!" Lekin un aadiwasi mardon ki grip kisi iron clamp jaisi tight thi. Unhone Priya ko ghaseet te hue clearing ke beech mein la kar khada kar diya.
Vikram ko bhi ghaseet te hue ussi clearing mein laaya gaya. Uske muh aur forehead se red khoon beh kar uske bare chest par gir raha tha, lekin uski aankhen abhi bhi pure gusse aur aag se jal rahi thin. Woh apni peeth par bandhi vines ko todne ke liye apne shoulders ke muscles ko phula raha tha, lekin belen behad majboot thin.
Island ke woh aadiwasi mard ab un dono ke aas-paas ek ghera bana kar khade ho gaye. Unki apni bhasha mein tezi se garajti hui baat-cheet shuru ho gayi.
Unme se jo sabse bada, 6 feet se uncha aur teen gehre scars wala aadiwasi tha—jo unka leader lag raha tha—woh aage badha. Usne apni gehri, bhookhi aankhon se Priya ko upar se neeche tak dekha. Uske chehre par ek clear, behad gandi aur bhukhi hawas thi.
Usne apne gande, kaale haath se Priya ki us phati hui yellow sundress ke front kapde ko pakda aur use neeche ki taraf thoda sa khainch diya.
*RIP!*
"Nahi! Chhodo!" Priya ne chillate hue apne dono haathon se kapde ko bachane ki koshish ki, lekin uske haath baaki do mardon ne tightly pakad rakhe the.
Ek aur aadiwasi mard ne aage badh kar Priya ke lambe kaale baalon ko piche se kas ke pakda aur uska chehra upar ki taraf utha diya. Un me se kisi ne muh se ek aisi aawaaz nikali jo ek behad ghinooni, janwar jaisi hansi thi.
Un sabhi ki bhookhi nazrein Priya ke bhari-bhari D-cup breasts par, uski patli kamar par, uski smooth, gori thighs aur uske soft mature body par tikti ja rahi thin. Unhone yeh saaf dekh liya tha ki yeh aurat unke clan ki rough aur sookhi auraton se bilkul alag hai—behad khoobsurat, 42 ki umar mein bhi ekdum ripe, soft, voluptuous aur fertile looking.
Vikram ne zameen par tadapte hue apni poori jaan se cheekha: "CHHODO USE! HATH MAT LAGANA USE! MAIN TUMHE MAAR DAALUNGA!"
Lekin un aadiwasiyon ne Vikram ki aawaaz ko poori tarah ignore kiya. Leader ne aakar Vikram ke chehre par ek zordar, nange pair ka kick maara taaki woh chup ho jaye. Vikram ke muh se phir se khoon nikla, lekin usne un par se apni aag ugalati nazrein nahi hatayin.
Priya ko clearing ke beechon-beech nanga karne ke kagar par khada kar diya gaya tha. Uske dono haath do mardon ne side mein tightly pakad rakhe the. Uske pair darr se thar-thar kaamp rahe the. Uski aankhon se jhar-jhar garma-garam aansu beh kar uske cheeks aur chest par phisal rahe the. Woh bebas hokar Vikram ki taraf dekh rahi thi—uska strong hero ab belon mein bandha hua tha, par uski aankhen abhi bhi use bachane ki aakhri koshish kar rahi thin.
Bada leader aadiwasi aage aaya. Usne apni garajti bhasha mein kuch kaha, aur phir apna behad rough, kaala haath aage badha kar Priya ke bare shoulder ko touch kiya. Uske gande haath ki ungliyan dhere-dheere neeche ki taraf phisali—Priya ke collarbone se hoti hui, uske heavy left breast ke upper Curve par aayi.
Priya ka poora jism ek teekhi sarsarahat aur ghin se kaamp utha. Usne jhatke se peeche hatne ki koshish ki, par piche khade mardon ne uski kamar ko dabocha hua tha.
"Ah! Chi! Door hato!" Priya ne cheekhte hue apna sar idhar-udhar mara.
Leader ne ek ghinooni smile di aur Priya ke kapde ko zordar jhatke se aur neeche kheench diya.
*RIIIPPP!*
Sundress ka baaqi bacha hua upper fabric poori tarah se phat kar neeche gir gaya. Priya ka upper body ab bilkul nanga ho chuka tha. Unke dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts, unke nipples jo thand aur darr se ekdum tight aur erect ho chuke the, aur unka flat, gora pet ab khule aasmaan ke neeche un aadiwasiyon ke samne expose ho gaya.
"AHHHH! NAHI! PLEASE!" Priya ne bebas hokar apna sar neeche jhuka kar apne breasts ko chhupane ki koshish ki, lekin baal piche se khinche hue hone ki wajah se woh hil nahi saki.
Un aadiwasi mardon ne jab Priya ke un gore, heavy aur rasile breasts ko apni aakhon ke samne dekha, toh unki aankhon mein ek behad dark, aag jaisi excitement daud gayi. Unke muh se laar tapakne lagi. Unke liye yeh 42 saal ki mature aurat kisi janglee apsara jaisi thi.
Unhone aapas mein tezi se kuch discuss kiya. Unke haath ke ishaaron se bilkul saaf tha—yeh aurat unke liye samundar se aaya hua ek behad keemti *'Gift'* thi. Aur ab woh usse claim karne wale the... ek-ek karke, uske jism ki har ek inch ko aadiwasi tareeqe se bhogne ke liye.
Priya ne pure darr aur rone ke beech cheekhte hue kaha: "Nahi... please... mat karo aisa... main... main kisi ki biwi hoon... mera 19 saal ka beta hai... Raj! Arjun! Mujhe bachao!"
Lekin un aadiwasiyon ke liye uski Hindi bhasha aur uske aansu sirf ek shikaar ki cheekhein thin. Leader ne aage badh kar apne dono haathon mein Priya ke un heavy D-cup breasts ko dabocha aur unhe behad rough tarike se squeeze karne laga.
"Ahhhh! Vikram!" Priya ne dard aur sharm se cheekhte hue apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin.
Vikram piche zameen par pure paagalpan se un belon ko todne ki koshish kar raha tha. Uske shoulders ke muscles phatne ki kagar par aa gaye, uski skin se khoon behne laga, lekin woh majboot vines nahi tooti. Woh sirf apni biwi jaisi sharan mein aayi aurat ko un aadiwasiyon ke haathon mein behurmat hote hue dekh sakta tha.
Clearing mein hawas, darr aur dard ki tension apne peak par pahunch chuki thi.
Aadiwasiyon ne Priya ke lower dress ko bhi phaadne ke liye haath aage badha diye the.
Priya poori tarah se unke reham-o-karam par thi...
Aur Vikram... sirf bebas hokar apni aankhon se aag ugal raha tha.



Clearing mein hawa itni bhaari aur zehrili ho chuki thi ki saans lena bhi mushkil ho raha tha.
Priya ko us geeli, patthreli zameen par zordar dhakka de kar neeche gira diya gaya. Uski peeth mein mitti, sookhe patte aur sharp kankar chubh rahe the. Isse pehle ki woh uthne ki koshish karti, do bhari-bhakam aadiwasi mardon ne uske dono haathon ko uske sar ke upar zameen par kas ke dabocha aur apni poori taqat se kheencha. Teesre aadiwasi ne jhapat kar Priya ke dono pairon ko pakda aur unhe door tak faila kar apne ghutnon se zameen par daab diya.
Priya apne jism ke har ek hisse se struggle kar rahi thi. Usne apni thighs ko hilane ki koshish ki, apna sar idhar-udhar mara, lekin un teen aadiwasi mardon ki grip kisi lohe ke shikanje jaisi thi. Unke jism se aati pasine aur raw meat ki gandi smell Priya ke nakhunon tak bhar gayi thi.
Unka leader—woh 6 feet se uncha, scarred mard—aage badha. Usne apne ghutnon ke bal jhuk kar Priya ke jism ke upar aakar position li. Usne apna ghona, rough chehra neeche kiya aur Priya ke honton par apna muh zabardasti daal diya.
"Mmmmm!" Priya ne ghin aur darr se apna muh band karne ki koshish ki, lekin leader ne apne gande daanton se uske honton ko dabaya aur apni moti, gandi tongue se uske muh ke andar ghusne laga.
Priya ke andar gusse aur nafrat ka ek sailaab utha. Usne apni poori taqat se leader ke muh ke andar hi apna saara thook (spit) jama karke uske lips aur beard par zordar thook diya.
Leader ne jhatke se apna sar peeche khaincha. Uski daadhi aur honton par Priya ka thook lapat raha tha. Ek second ke liye clearing mein sannaata chha gaya. Lekin woh leader gusse mein aane ke bajaye behad vishaili, ghinooni hansi hasne laga. Usne apni lambi tongue bahar nikali aur apne hi honton se Priya ke us thook ko chat kar andar nigal gaya—jaise use is behurmati mein bhi ek alag hi nasha mil raha ho.
Baaki aadiwasi mard bhi yeh dekh kar zor-zor se hane lage. Unme se ek ne jhuk kar Priya ke gore gale par apni tongue ferayi, uske jism ke namkeen taste ko lete hue. Unke muh se ek ajeeb garajti hui aawaaz nikli: *"Aah... sweet... woman..."*
Priya ka upper body toh pehle hi phat kar poori tarah nanga ho chuka tha. Unke dono heavy D-cup breasts khule aasmaan ke neeche pehle hi aadiwasiyon ki nazron ke saamne lapat rahe the. Leader ne apne dono rough, kaale haathon mein Priya ke un heavy breasts ko dabocha. Usne unhe behad rough tarike se squeeze kiya, aur phir apna muh neeche karke Priya ke left nipple ko apne daanton ke beech daba kar zordar chusa.
"AHHHH! NAHI!" Priya dard se cheekh uthi. Uska jism zameen par jhatke khane laga.
Leader ne bilkul daya nahi dikhayi. Usne daant se nipple ko halka sa kaata aur phir right breast par shift ho kar doosre nipple ko bhi behad shiddat se choosa aur kaata. Uske thook se Priya ke dono erect nipples aur unke aaspas ki gori skin chamakne lagi thi.
Baaki aadiwasi mard bhi ab Priya ke nange jism par apne haath ferne lage—kisi ka rough haath uski patli waist par tha, kisi ki gandi ungliyan uske flat pet par ghis rahi thin, aur koi uski gori thighs ko daba raha tha.
Tabhi... leader ne apni kamar se woh jute ka kapda khainch kar phenk diya.
Uska lund bahar nikal aaya. Woh behad lamba, gehre kaale-taambayi rang ka tha, nali ki tarah ekdum seedha, thick aur veins se bhara hua—kisi kaale saanp jaisa khaufnak.
Priya ki nazar jab us aadiwasi ke us vishalkay erection par padi, toh uski aankhen khauf se phat kar bahar aane ko ho gayin. Usne apni poori zindagi mein itna lamba aur thick lund nahi dekha tha—Raj ka size iska adha bhi nahi tha. Priya ke muh se ek behad darr bhari, ghoot thhi hui cheekh nikal gayi.
Leader ne ek vishaili smile di. Usne aage badh kar Priya ke lower body par bache hue us aakhri kapde ko dono haathon se pakda aur ek hi zordar jhatke mein faad kar alag kar diya.
*RIIIPPP!*
Priya ab bilkul, poori tarah se nangi thi. Uska 42 saal ka mature, gora aur rasila jism us patthreli zameen par poori tarah khula pada hua tha. Uski pink chut bilkul clear dikh rahi thi, jiske upar halki kaali pubic hairs ka ek soft patch tha.
Leader ne jaise hi Priya ki us saaf, gori aur soft chut ko dekha, uski aankhon mein hawas ka ek naya toofaan uth khada hua. Usne apna rough haath aage badha kar Priya ke pubic hairs par feri, aur phir apni ungli se uski chut ke lips ko touch karte hue neeche ki taraf slide kiya.
Priya ne apni poori jaan laga kar apne legs ko band karne ki koshish ki, lekin dono side khade aadiwasiyon ne uski thighs par apne ghutne rakh kar use aur zordar tarike se phaila diya.
*Hahahaha!* Aadiwasiyon ki ghinooni hansi jungle mein gunj rahi thi.
Leader ne apni ungli se Priya ki wet wetness ko touch kiya, aur phir apne us lambe, kaale lund ko pakad kar Priya ki pink chut ke entrance par set kiya. Woh ghutnon ke bal baith kar position le chuka tha. Uski kamar thodi piche hui... uska lund Priya ki wet entrance par phisal raha tha.
Woh bas ek zordar thrust marne hi wala tha—apne us vishalkay lund ko Priya ke andar poora utaarne ke liye.
Priya ne pure darr se apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin. Uski aawaaz gale mein phans chuki thi. Uska poora jism thar-thar kaamp raha tha.
"Nahi... nahi... God please... mat karo... please...!" Priya bas badbada sakti thi, uske hont kaamp rahe the.
Piche zameen par, Vikram bilkul paagal ho chuka tha. Uske shoulders ke muscles phat chuke the, uski skin se khoon ki dhaar beh kar zameen par gir rahi thi. Uske muh se aadiwasiyon ke liye behad bhayanak gaaliyan nikal rahi thin. Usne apni poori zindagi ki aakhri taqat un majboot vines par laga di thi. Uski aankhen sirf Priya par thin—ska nanga, gora jism, uski phati hui chut, aur woh lamba kaala lund jo uske bilkul andar jaane wala tha.
Leader ne apne hips ko set kiya.
Priya ki chut ke entrance par uska lund bilkul ready tha.
Usne ek gehri saans li aur apna poora vazan aage phekne ke liye kamar ko piche khaincha.
Ek second... bas ek second aur... aur Priya Sharma hamesha ke liye un aadiwasiyon ki rani aur khilona ban jaati.


Leader ne apne hips ko set karke jaise hi aage thrust mara, uske us vishalkay kaale lund ka head Priya ki wet, kaampthi hui pink chut ke entrance ko cheerte hue halka sa andar enter kar gaya.
"AHHHH!" Priya ki aankhen darr aur dehshat se phat kar bahar aane ko ho gayin. Usne apni poori zindagi mein itna gehra aur teekha stretch feel nahi kiya tha. Uske hont phat gaye, aur uski aankhon ke samne andhera chha gaya. Leader ek vishaili smile ke sath poora load andar utaarne hi wala tha ki...
*CRACK!*
Peeche se ek behad bhayanak, jaanlewa aawaaz aayi.
Vikram ne apni aakhri mardana taqat aur pagalpan ke sath un majboot vines ko jhatke se faad diya tha. Uske dono wrists ki skin phat chuki thi, khoon ki dhaar nikal rahi thi, lekin usne ek second ki bhi deri kiye bina zameen se ek bada, nuktela patthar uthaya aur apne sabse paas khade aadiwasi ke sar par poori taqat se de mara.
*THWACK!*
Insaan ki khopdi tootne ki aawaaz aayi. Woh aadiwasi mard bina koi cheekh nikale wahi zameen par dher ho gaya.
Doosre aadiwasi ne jhapatne ki koshish ki, lekin Vikram gusse mein ek bhookhe sher jaisa ho chuka tha. Usne zameen par pade hue spear ko uthaya aur ek hi zordar vaar se use aadiwasi ke pet ke aar-paar kar diya. Aadiwasi khoon ki ulti karta hua piche gira. Clearing mein sudden chaos aur cheekh-pukaar phail gayi.
"PRIYA!" Vikram ne apni poori jaan laga kar cheekha.
Leader abhi Priya ke upar se uthne hi wala tha ki Vikram ne ek janglee janwar ki tarah us par jump kar diya. Dono patthreli zameen par gire. Vikram ne leader ke gale ko apne dono khoon se lathe haathon se dabocha aur uske chehre par zordar punches ki baarish kar di.
*BAM! BAM! BAM!*
Leader ka naak aur muh phat gaya, daant toot kar bahar gire. Leader ne struggle kiya, par Vikram ka gussa ab insani sarhadon se bahar tha. Usne leader ko ek taraf patak kar phenk diya.
Priya ab bhi ground par poori tarah nangi, thar-thar kaampthi hui shock mein padi hui thi. Uski chut ke entrance par abhi bhi us aadiwasi ke wetness aur khoon ka ehsaas tha. Vikram ne turant uske paas ja kar use apni baahon mein utha liya. Usne apne bare, broad body se Priya ke nange jism ko cover kiya aur zameen se ek faata hua jute ka kapda utha kar uske upar daal diya.
"Chal! Abhi! Yahan se nikalna hoga!" Vikram ki aawaaz mein koi narmi nahi thi—sirf ek jung jeetne wale shikaari ki tezi thi.
Woh dono jungle ke raste par behad tezi se bhaagne lage. Peeche se bache hue aadiwasi mard apni garajti bhasha mein chillate hue unke piche pad gaye the. Ghane jungle ke beech se daudna behad khaufnak tha—pedon ki branches unke chehre par maar rahi thin, zameen par moist patton se pair fisal rahe the.
Daudte hue ek jagah Priya ka pair ek zameen se bahar nikli hui sharp, nukteli lakdi par pad gaya.
*RIP!*
Uske right thigh ki skin phat gayi aur ek gehra cut lag gaya. Garam khoon ki dhaar uski gori thigh se beh kar zameen par girne lagi. Priya ke muh se ek teekhi cheekh nikli, uski aankhon mein dard se paani aa gaya, lekin usne Vikram ka haath nahi chhodaa. Woh dard mein lachakthi hui bhi Vikram ke sath bhaagti rahi.
Vikram ne peeche mud kar dekha. Ek aadiwasi ne door se apna wooden spear unki taraf phek kar mara.
*STAB!*
Spear ka sharp stone Vikram ke left shoulder mein ghus gaya. Vikram ke muh se ek gehri karah nikli. Usne apne daant pise, bina ek second ruke, apne hi haath se us spear ko apne shoulder se khainch kar bahar nikal diya. Khoon ka phuwara nikla, par Vikram ne apni speed kam nahi ki.
"Shore... jaldi! Kinaare ki taraf!" Vikram ne haafte hue Priya ko hidayat di.
Woh dono aakhir kar jungle ko cheerte hue khule beach par nikal aaye. Saamne neela, khula samundar tha. Peeche jungle se aadiwasiyon ke chillane aur paas aane ki aawaazein aa rahi thin.
Vikram ne turant beach par apni nazar daudayi. Thodi door, samundar ke paani mein kuch purane broken wooden logs, plywood ki sheets aur ek adhy-toota hua raft jaisa structure paani par tair raha tha—shayad kisi purane jahaz ya boat ka wreckage tha.
Vikram ne Priya ko khainchte hue paani mein chhalaang lagayi aur use us wooden debris ke upar chadhaya. "Is par baitho! Jaldi!"
Priya dard aur darr se kaamp rahi thi, par usne kisi tarah us wooden raft par baith kar khud ko sambhala. Vikram ne apne dono haathon se us wooden raft ko gehre paani mein dhakelna shuru kiya. Uske shoulder se khoon beh kar samundar ke paani mein mil raha tha, aur Priya ke thigh se bhi khoon beh raha tha.
Vikram ne khud bhi us raft par jump kiya aur apne dono haathon ko chappu ki tarah use karke paani ko piche dhakelna shuru kiya.
Aadiwasi beach par pahunch chuke the. Unhone gusse mein cheekha, kuch ne patthar aur lakdiya phenki, lekin current ki wajah se raft ab dhere-dheere shore se door gehre paani mein phisal raha tha. Unka leader bhi wahan khada tha—muh se khoon beh raha tha, aur woh gusse mein apni bhasha mein ghor chillata raha. Lekin paani mein unke paas koi boat nahi thi.
Vikram haathon se paani ko dhakelta raha, jab tak ki woh island unki nazron se chhota nahi ho gaya.
Priya uske bagal mein ghutnon ke bal baithi hui thar-thar kaamp rahi thi. Uske nange jism par sirf ek faata hua jute ka kapda tha, thigh se khoon beh raha tha, aur uski aankhon mein abhi bhi woh khaufnak scene ghoom raha tha—un aadiwasiyon ke gande haath, unki hansi, aur us leader ka lamba, kaala lund jo uski chut ke andar enter kar chuka tha.
Vikram ne apne bleeding shoulder ko dabocha aur haafte hue kaha, "Ab... ab hum safe hain, Priya. Un shaitanons se door hain."
Priya ke muh se koi lafz nahi nikla. Usne bas aage badh kar Vikram ke us khoon se lathe, mazboot arm ko apne dono haathon se kas ke pakad liya aur apna sar uske shoulder par tika kar apni aankhen band kar lin.
Woh wooden raft ab open sea ke azaad bahaav mein dhere-dheere tair raha tha.
Peeche woh pehla, bhayanak island ab chhota hota ja raha tha...
Aur aage... anjaan, khula samundar tha.
Lekin is khaufnak toofaan mein, Vikram ne use ek baar phir maut aur behurmati se bacha liya tha.




Raat ke gehre saaye ab samundar par poori tarah phail chuke the. Open sea par wooden raft dheere-dheere lehron ke sath tair raha tha.
Suraj ab doob chuka tha, aasmaan par laal, peeli aur aag jaisi narangi rangat bikhri hui thi. Lekin un dono mein se kisi ka dhyan bhi us aasmaan ki khoobsurati par nahi tha. Vikram ke left shoulder se abhi bhi khoon ki dhaar ruk-ruk kar nikal rahi thi. Usne apne purane jute ke kapde ke ek hisse se us wound ko kas ke dabaya hua tha, lekin teekhi jalan aur dard behad tez tha. Har baar jab woh apne haath se samundar ke paani ko piche dhakelta, toh uske shoulder ke muscles mein aag si lag jaati.
Priya uske bilkul bagal mein, wooden raft par ghutnon ke bal baithi thar-thar kaamp rahi thi. Uske right thigh par laga woh gehra cut abhi bhi garam khoon rasta raha tha.
Uska faata hua kapda uske 42 saal ke voluptuous jism ko dhakne ke liye behad chhota tha. Hawa ke har ek jhonke ke sath woh kapda phisal jata, jis se uske heavy D-cup breasts, unke aaspas ka gora area aur uski wet chut ka upper patch baar-baar expose ho raha tha.
Vikram ki kaali, gehri aankhen jab bhi paani ko dhakelte hue Priya ke us nange jism par padti, toh uske andar saalon se soya hua ek mardana nasha aur garmi jag uthti.
Vikram ko achanak wahi scene yaad aaya—jab pehle island par us aadiwasi leader ne Priya ke legs ko faila kar apne us lambe kaale lund ka head Priya ki pink chut ke andar thoda sa daal diya tha. Us pal ko yaad karte hi Vikram ke dimaag mein khoon ki ek teekhi lehr daud gayi. Us waqt uske andar jo aag aur gussa utha tha, woh sirf Priya ko bachane ka nahi tha... balki uske andar ka mard is baat par paagal ho utha tha ki *'Yeh khoobsurat, rasili aurat meri hai... Is par pehla haq mera hai! Yeh aadiwasi ise kaise chhu sakta hai?!'* Vikram ke andar ka woh sooya hua janwar ab jaag chuka tha, aur uski nazrein Priya ke un haseen curves ko bhookhi tarah ghoor rahi thin.
Lekin Priya abhi bhi behad deep shock aur khauf mein thi. Uski aankhon mein abhi bhi wahi khaufnak manzar ghoom raha tha—leader ka lamba kaala lund, un aadiwasi mardon ke gande haath, unki jaanwar jaisi hansi, uske erect nipples par unke daant, aur unki ungliyan jo uski chut ko dabocha rahi thin. Uski rooh abhi bhi kaamp rahi thi.
Vikram ne paani dhakelna thoda sa rooka aur Priya ki taraf muda. "Priya... meri taraf dekho."
Usne apne ek rough, khoon se lathe haath se Priya ke chin ko pakda aur uska chehra upar uthaya. "Ab woh shaitan yahan nahi hain. Hum unse bohot door aa chuke hain. Samajh rahi ho na tum?"
Priya ne apna sar haan mein hilaane ki koshish ki, lekin uski badi-badi aankhon se garma-garam aansuon ki dhaar beh nikli. "Woh... woh mujhe... unhone mera kapda faad diya... main... main socha main mar gayi... main kabhi unhe nahi bhool paungi, Vikram..."
Uski aawaaz rone ke maare toot rahi thi. Vikram ne aage badh kar use apne seene se lagane ke liye apni taraf khainch liya.
Priya ne shuruat mein behad halka sa resist kiya—uske andar ka guilt keh raha tha ki yeh aadmi uska pati Raj nahi hai. Lekin agle hi second, darr aur akelepan ke khauf ne uske guilt ko daba diya. Woh Vikram ke solid, bare chest se chipak gayi. Vikram ke jism se aati garam heat uske nange body ko sukoon dene lagi. Usne apne dono haathon ko Vikram ki peeth par piche le ja kar use kas ke pakad liya. Right now, is anjaan samundar ke beech Vikram hi uska aakhri aur sabse bada mahfooz sahara tha.
Vikram ne Priya ke thigh ke cut ko dekha. "Yeh cut bohot gehra hai, Priya. Moti lakdi ne skin ko phaad diya hai. Isko abhi saaf karke baandhna padega, nahi toh infection phail jayega."
Usne raft par rakhe hue us waterproof pouch mein se thoda sa fresh water nikala aur use Priya ke thigh par bane us gehre wound par dhal diya.
"AHHH!" Priya ne dard se apne daant pise, uska jism jhatka khaya. Usne apna sar Vikram ke chest par aur kas ke daba liya.
Vikram ne apne kapde ka ek saaf hissa faad kar Priya ke thigh par us wound ke upar rakha aur use tightly baandh diya. Is dauran Vikram ke rough, broad haath Priya ki smooth, gori thighs aur uski chut ke ekdum paas se ho kar guzar rahe the. Vikram ke haathon ka touch behad rough tha, lekin woh Priya ke wound ko sambhalte waqt behad careful tha.
Priya ne dhere se apna sar utha kar Vikram ke haathon ko dekha. *'Itne strong aur muscular haath... jo abhi thodi der pehle aadiwasiyon ki khopdi tod rahe the, ab kitni ahtiyaat se mere zakham ko baandh rahe hain.'*
"Tumhara shoulder... usme se abhi bhi khoon nikal raha hai," Priya ne behad soft aur chinta bhari aawaaz mein kaha.
"Mera zakham gehra nahi hai. Pehle tumhara theek hona zaroori hai," Vikram ne short mein jawab diya. Usne apne shoulder par kapda daba kar khoon ko rokne ki koshish ki, lekin uska poora dhyan Priya par hi tika hua tha.
Raat dhere-dheere aur gehari hoti gayi. Khule aasmaan par taare chamakne lage. Samundar bilkul shaant tha, bas halki-halka lehrin us wooden raft ko upar-neeche hilati rahin.
Vikram ne us waterproof pouch ko khola jise usne escape karte waqt apne kapde mein press karke bachaya tha. Usme se woh black marine walkie-talkie nikala. Battery abhi bhi weak chal rahi thi, lekin device working tha.
Usne device Priya ke kaampte haathon mein thama diya. "Lo. Try karo. Shayad ab koi signal mil jaye."
Priya ke haath kaamp rahe the jab usne power dial ghumaaya.
*Ssssshhhhh... zzzzz...*
Priya ne switch button daba kar rone jaisi aawaaz mein kaha: "Arjun... mera bacha... Mumma zinda hai. Main... main theek hoon beta. Ek bohot achhe aadmi ne... Vikram ne mujhe un shaitanons se bachaya hai. Hum... hum ek wooden raft par hain open sea mein. Main ghar aana chahti hoon Arjun... please mujhe dhoond lo..."
Device par har baar ki tarah sirf static noise bajti rahi—*ssshhhhh...*
Priya ka dil ek baar phir toot gaya. Usne us device ko apne nange heavy breasts ke beech seene se daba liya aur apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin. Garam aansu uske galon se hote hue uske breasts par girne lage.
Vikram ne use dekhte hue dhere se kaha, "So jao thodi der. Main jaag kar raft ko sambhalta hoon."
Priya ne Vikram ke us khoon se lathe, muscular arm ko aur kas ke pakad liya. "Nahi... mat jao. Mere paas hi raho... mujhe dhoor mat chhodo."
Priya ki aawaaz mein itna behad darr aur minnat thi ki Vikram aage kuch bol nahi paaya. Usne aage badh kar Priya ko apne bagal mein aur kas kar khainch liya.
Priya Vikram ke bare, broad chest par apna sar rakh kar chipak gayi. Uski har ek saans Vikram ke chest se takraa rahi thi, aur uski heartbeat Vikram ko saaf sunai de rahi thi. Priya ka nanga, gora jism Vikram ke bare body se poori tarah se pressed tha.
Vikram ki breath tez hone lagi. Uske haath dhere se Priya ki waist aur uski back par phisal rahe the. Priya ke D-cup breasts ki warmth Vikram ke ribs par mehsoos ho rahi thi. Lekin Vikram ne is waqt khud par control rakha—woh jaanta tha ki Priya abhi behad darr aur dard mein hai.
Raat behad lambi thi.
Khula samundar endless aur anjaan tha.
Aur us wooden raft par, do jismon ke beech ek aisi majboot, zehrili dependency janam le chuki thi jo pehle kabhi nahi thi.
Priya apne dimaag mein baar-baar yahi soch rahi thi—*'Is aadmi ne mujhe un aadiwasiyon se bachaya... mere liye apna khoon bahaya... meri izzat bachayi.'*
Uske andar uske pati Raj aur uske bete Arjun ke liye behad gehra guilt tha... Lekin is open sea par, us khaufnak darr ke saamne woh guilt ab chhota padne laga tha.
Woh Vikram ke muscular chest par apna chehra chhupa kar so gayi... jabki raft open sea ke gehre paani mein aage badhta raha.



To be continued....

[Ankita b]

After a long ,truly a very hot story.Great plot, Vikram suits well with priya sharma

[Erotica erotica]

welcome back with another hot cuckson blockbuster story, waiting for next update

Vikram the lucky guy 

[Shiva reddy]

Super duper hit,great going

[Deep seed]

Priya sharma in traditional attire in house

Intense and horny level cuckson story. Kisi ne apne Mummy khowaya hai but kismat ka khel uski mummy banega kisi or ka biwi. Bechara Arjun soch be nahi par raha hai ki uski mummy priya sharma ka jivan me vikram jaise tagda mard entry liya hai. update

[Joker44]

Subah ki pehli zard roshni jab ghumti hui lehron par padi, toh Priya ki aankhen khulin. Uski palke bhaari thin aur jism ka ek-ek hissa shat-shat dard kar raha tha.
Pehle usne sirf endless neela paani dekha, par phir usne ghor kiya ki raft ab pehle ki tarah lehron par paagal tarike se hile bina... ek jagah shaant thahra hua tha. Vikram pehle se hi jaag raha tha. Uska muscular body paani ke chhinak se bheega hua tha aur uske chehre par gahri thakan thi. Usne dhere se Priya ke bare shoulder par apna haath rakha.
"Priya... utho. Wahan dekho."
Priya ne apni thaki hui, nam aankhen ragadte hue us direction mein dekha jahan Vikram ishara kar raha tha. Thodi door, subah ke dhundhlake mein ek naya island nazar aa raha tha.
Yeh pehle wale aadiwasiyon wale island se kafi chhota tha. Yahan jungle itna dense nahi tha, zyada khuli ret aur patthari katane thin. Ped kam the aur door se dekhne par hi pata chal raha tha ki yahan resources behad kam hone wale hain. Lekin un dono ke liye... woh maut ke paani ke beech mein ek solid zameen thi. Zindagi ki ek aakhri kiran.
Vikram ne apne dono haathon se paani ko piche dhakelna shuru kiya. Pehle island wale toofani escape mein uske saare tools—uska wooden spear, stone cutter, aag jalane wale patthar aur fresh water containers—sab pehle island par hi chhoot chuke the. Uske paas ab survival ke liye sirf uske do nange haath, uska mazboot jism aur woh waterproof pouch tha.
Left shoulder ka wound paani ke namak se buri tarah jal raha tha, par Vikram ne apne chehre par dard ka ek nishan tak nahi aane diya. Priya ne bhi jitna ho saka apne haathon se paani ko piche dhakela, par uski right thigh ka cut har ek movement par aag ki tarah sulag raha tha. Dono ke jism ki energy lagbhag poori tarah khatam ho chuki thi.
Raft jab shore ke qareeb pahuncha, toh Vikram ne sabse pehle paani mein kood kar use khaincha. Phir usne Priya ko dhere se sambhaal kar neeche utara.
Priya ke nange, gore pair jab beach ki geeli sand par pade, toh usne thakan aur chakkar ki wajah se balance khoya. Vikram ne ek split second mein aage badh kar uski patli, nangi waist ko dabocha aur use girne se bacha liya.
"Dheere... right leg par zyada vazan mat dalo," Vikram ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue behad gehri aawaaz mein kaha.
Yeh naya island sach mein pehle wale se bilkul alag tha. Behad chhota, ekdum shaant, aur thoda bhayanak hadd tak sunsaan. Yahan koi deep ghana jungle nahi tha. Bas kuch nariyal ke ped, sookhi ghass, aur bade-bade rocks ke beech bani chhoti-chhoti caves jaisi jagah thin. Ek baar mein hi dekh kar samajh aa raha tha ki yahan paani aur khane ki behad kami hone wali hai.
Vikram ne sabse pehle un dono ke rehne ke liye ek safe jagah dhoondi—ek vishalkay rock overhang (patthar ki chhat) jahan seedhi dhoop nahi padti thi aur thandi samundari hawa se bhi bachav tha. Usne Priya ko wahan dhere se lita diya.
"Pehle humare wounds saaf karte hain. Baaki cheezein baad mein," Vikram ne haafte hue kaha.
Usne apne shoulder se woh khoon se lathpath kapda hataaya. Wound kafi gehra tha, kinare lal aur suje hue the, par ab khoon behna thoda thak chuka tha. Phir usne Priya ke thigh ka bandage khola.
Cut abhi bhi behad kharab aur lal dikh raha tha. Vikram ne waterproof pouch mein se thoda sa fresh water le kar Priya ke us nange, gore thigh ke wound par dhere-dheere dala.
"AHHH!" Priya ne dard se apne hont kaat liye. Uski ungliyan Vikram ke khoon se lathe muscular bicep par kas gayi.
"Sehna padega, Priya," Vikram ne uske chehre ko dekhte hue soft par firm voice mein kaha. "Humare saare tools aur jadi-bootiyaan piche chhoot chuki hain. Yahan koi medicine nahi hai. Isko bas saaf rakhna hoga taaki yeh pak na jaye."
Usne sookhe patton aur apne jute ke kapde ke saaf hisse se naya bandage banaya aur use Priya ki thigh par tightly baandh diya. Vikram ke rough, garam haath jab Priya ki smooth, gori skin par phisale, toh dono ke beech ek second ke liye behad gehra sannaata chha gaya.
Vikram ki nazar Priya ke us nange body par gayi—faate hue kapde ke neeche se uske heavy D-cup breasts ka adha hissa, unke erect nipples aur uski waist bilkul clear dikh rahi thin. Saalon baad kisi aisi aakarshak, ripe mature aurat ko is tarah nange aur bebas apne aage dekh kar Vikram ke andar ki garmi aur arous-al tezi se badhne laga. Uski breath heavy hone lagi.
Priya ne Vikram ki badalti hui saanson ko notice kiya aur jhatse apni nazrein hata lin. Uski gaalon par ek halki blushing aayi aur andar guilt jaga, par usne Vikram ke haath ka woh strong support nahi chhoda.
Thodi der baad, Vikram ne ek bade patthar se maar kar do-teen coconut neeche giraye. Uske paas koi spear ya knife nahi tha, isliye usne ek sharp rock se mehnat karke unhe phoda. Unhone coconut ka paani share kiya. Khane ke liye abhi unke paas kuch nahi tha.
Priya ne patthar ki deewar se peeth tika kar baithte hue dhere se poochha, "Vikram... yahan... yahan koi insaan nahi hai na? Woh log yahan toh nahi aa jaayenge?"
Vikram ne island ke khule hisse ki taraf dekha aur apna sar nakar mein hilaaya. "Nahi. Yeh bohot chhota island hai. Koi dhuan nahi hai, koi footprints nahi hain. Abhi ke liye hum poori tarah safe hain."
"Abhi ke liye..." Priya ne unhi lafzon ko dohraaya. Uski aawaaz mein behad thakan, darr aur trauma tha.
Usne waterproof pouch se walkie-talkie nikala. Battery ab aakhri kuch percent par thi. Usne power on kiya aur dhere se button dabaya:
"Arjun... mera bacha. Mumma ek naye island par hai. Yeh bohot chhota aur sunsaan hai... yahan koi aadiwasi nahi hain. Vikram... woh abhi bhi mere sath hai, usne meri jaan bachayi hai... Main ghar aana chahti hoon Arjun... please koi toh signal pakdo..."
*Ssssshhhhh... zzzzz...*
Har baar ki tarah sirf thanda static noise aaya. Priya ne device ko apne nange, heavy breasts ke beech seene se daba liya aur apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin.
Dopahar ko Vikram ne island ka ek quick round lagaya. Wapas aakar usne bataya ki island ke doosre kone par kuch khane yogya ghass aur pattharon ke piche chhote crabs mil sakte hain, lekin fresh paani ka koi source nahi hai. Unhe poori tarah coconuts par depend rehna padega.
Shaam hote hi samundar par thandi, baraf jaisi hawa chalne lagi. Sooraj doobte hi mausam behad thanda ho gaya.
Unke paas aag jalane ke liye patthar ya tools nahi the. Rock overhang ke neeche baithe hue Priya ka poora nanga jism thand se thar-thar kaampne laga. Uski skin par goosebumps aa gaye the. Trauma aur darr abhi bhi uske dimaag par haawi tha—jab bhi woh aankhen band karti, use us aadiwasi leader ka lamba kaala lund, unki ghinooni hansi aur unke gande haath yaad aa jaate. Uski saans phoolne lagti.
Usne ghabra kar bina kuch soche Vikram ke khoon se lathe, mazboot arm ko dono haathon se dabocha.
Vikram ne use apni taraf dekha. Uski kaali, gehri aankhon mein ek aisi chattan jaisi strength thi jise dekh kar kisi ko bhi sahara mil jaye.
"Main yahin hoon, Priya. Tum ab bilkul safe ho," Vikram ne dhere se kaha.
Vikram ne dekha ki Priya thand se buri tarah kaamp rahi hai aur unke paas aag jalane ka koi rasta nahi hai. Usne Priya ki aankhon mein dekha aur behad gehri, firm aawaaz mein bola:
"Raat ko yahan baraf jaisi thand padti hai. Humare paas aag nahi hai, aur humare kapde phate hue hain. Agar hum ek doosre ke jism ki garmi use nahi karenge, toh thand se mar jaayenge. Hume ek doosre se chipak kar sona padega."



Priya ne Vikram ke un lafzon ko suni. Uske andar ke pati-wafaadar aurat ne ek second ke liye hichkichahat dikhayi, lekin uske paas koi option nahi tha. Thand itni teekhi thi ki uske daant baj rahe the. Usne chup-chap, bina ek lafz bole Vikram ki baat ko accept kar liya.

Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ko apni baahon mein bhar liya aur use apne bare, broad chest se poori tarah chipka liya. Usne apna ek bhaari haath Priya ke nange waist par rakha aur doosra haath uski back par.
Priya ka nanga, gora aur voluptuous jism Vikram ke solid, muscular body se poori tarah se press ho gaya. Priya ke heavy D-cup breasts Vikram ke ribs par tightly press hue. Vikram ne un dono ke upar woh faata hua jute ka kapda lapet diya.
Vikram ki body heat Priya ke jism mein utarne lagi. Priya ne apna chehra Vikram ke gale aur shoulder ke beech chhupa liya. Vikram ki body scent, uske pasine aur khoon ki raw mehak Priya ke saanson mein bhar gayi.
Vikram ke andar ka mard is nazdeeki se behad arous hone laga. Uska erection dhere-dheere tight ho kar uski waist cloth ke piche ubharne laga, jo Priya ki nangi thigh se halka sa touch ho raha tha. Vikram ne khud par zabardasti control rakha, woh jaanta tha ki abhi Priya behad scared aur injured hai.
Priya ko bhi Vikram ke us ubhar ka ehsaas hua, par usne koi virodh nahi kiya. Is behad thand aur khaufnak raat mein, yeh aadmi hi uska rakhwala tha.
Temporary safety mil chuki thi...
Lekin woh dono jaante the ki yeh safety kitni fragile aur kamzor thi.
Khana aur paani behad limited the. Unke zakham khule the...
And is sunsaan island par, yeh thand, bhookh aur jismanya garmi unhe bohot jald ek naye rishte mein baandhne wali thi.



Raat ka gehra, syah andhera jungle ke patton aur pattharon ke beech poori tarah phail chuka tha.
Chhoti si rock overhang ke neeche sirf un dono ki saansen aur door samundar se aati lehron ki halki, rhythmic aawaaz gunj rahi thi. Vikram ki strong, garam baahon mein Priya ka 42 saal ka soft aur voluptuous body poori tarah se samaaya hua tha. Usne apna sar Vikram ke broad, bare chest par rakh rakha tha, uska ek haath Vikram ki waist ke around tha, aur doosri ungliyan uski bare back par halka sa press kar rahi thin.
Thand se bachne ke liye shuru hua yeh ek doosre se chipakna ab ek behad ajeeb aur zaroori zaroorat ban chuka tha. Priya ke liye yeh ek aisi safety thi jo woh apne aap se bhi chhupa nahi pa rahi thi. Vikram ke liye yeh ek behad zaroori zimmedari thi... aur uske andar ka mard, jo abhi tak khud par zabardasti control kiye hue tha.
Priya ki neend behad gehri nahi thi. Uske dimaag par pichle do dino ka khaufnak trauma haawi tha. Kabhi-kabhi uski palke hilti, kabhi uska body halka sa jhatka khakar kaamp jaata. Phir achanak... uski aankhen phail kar khul gayin.
Uski saans ekdam ruk si gayi, aur phir tezi se chalne lagi. Uska poora jism jaise bijli ke jhatke se thar-thar kaamp utha. Uski closed eyelids ke saamne wahi pehle island ki clearing ka scene aa gaya—woh gande, kaale haath uske wrists par, uske dono legs ko phaila kar zameen par daabna, us leader ka ghona chehra uske honton par, uski jeebh ka swaad, aur woh lamba, kaala, nali jaisa lund jo uski soft pink chut ke entrance par touch hotay hue andar enter kar raha tha.
Priya ne darr se chillane ki koshish ki, lekin uske gale se sirf ek toot i hui, saans ghootne wali aawaaz nikli: *"Ah... ahh... no...!"* Uski badi-badi aankhen darr se phat kar aasmaan ko ghoor rahi thin, par unhe kuch dikh nahi raha tha.
Vikram jo pehle se hi chaukanna tha, turant jaag gaya. Usne ek microsecond mein situation samajh li. Usne Priya ko apni dono strong, muscular baahon mein aur tightly khainch liya, aur uske kaampte hue, nange jism ko apne bare chest se poori tarah chipka diya.
"Priya... Priya, idhar dekho. Main hoon. Main Vikram hoon. Yahan dekho meri taraf."
Usne Priya ke chehre ko apne bade, rough haathon mein liya. Uski ungliyon ne Priya ke galon par behte hue garma-garam aansuon ko saaf kiya. Priya ne uski kaali, gehri aankhon mein dekha—pehlesirf behad darr tha, par phir dhere-dheere pehchaan aayi.
Phir jaise Priya ke andar ka saara emotion aur control toot gaya. Woh Vikram ke solid chest se poori taqat se chipak gayi, uske dono haath Vikram ki back par phail gaye, aur woh phoot-phoot kar ro padi.
Pehle sirf halki sarsarahat wale aansu the, par phir woh poore jhukon ke saath rone lagi. Uske shoulders hil rahe the, uski saans toot-toot kar nikal rahi thi. Itne dino se uske andar daba hua darr, shock, helpless feel karna, un aadiwasiyon ke gande haath, unki hansi, woh lamba lund—sab kuch ek saath beh kar bahar nikal raha tha.
Vikram ne pehle kuch moments tak kuch nahi kaha. Usne bas use aur tightly apni baahon mein dabocha. Uska ek haath Priya ke lambe, kaale baalon mein ghoom raha tha, ungliyon se dhere-dheere unhe sahlaate hue. Doosra haath Priya ki smooth back par, ooper se neeche, behad care aur protection ke sath phisal raha tha. Vikram ke rough haath Priya ki soft, thandi skin par ek behad ajeeb sa sukoon bikhher rahe the.
"Main yahan hoon," Vikram ne aakhir mein apni low, deep aur garajti aawaaz mein kaha. Uski aawaaz mein ek chattan jaisi guarantee thi. "Yahan koi nahi aayega, Priya. Main kisi ko paas nahi aane dunga. Tu poori tarah safe hai mere paas. Main tujhe protect karunga... jaise us din un aadiwasiyon se bachaya tha, waise hi hamesha. Jab tak main zinda hoon, koi tujhe haath nahi laga sakta."
Priya ka rona aur bhi gehra aur shiddat bhara ho gaya. Usne Vikram ke jism ko itni tightly pakad liya jaise woh kisi toofani samundar mein doob rahi ho aur Vikram hi uska aakhri aur iklota sahara ho. Uske garma-garam aansu Vikram ke bare chest par gir-gir kar beh rahe the. Woh Vikram ke gale mein apna chehra chhupa kar ro rahi thi, aur uski strong, rhythmic heartbeat apne kaan se sun rahi thi.
Vikram ne dhere se apne hont Priya ke baalon par rakhe—behad dhere se, lagbhag weightless. Us touch mein koi hawas nahi thi, bas ek silent, mardana promise tha.
Thodi der baad Priya ka rona dhere-dheere halka hua. Uski saans ab bhi bhari thi, lekin jism ka kaampna ab kafi kam ho chuka tha. Woh ab bhi Vikram ki baahon mein thi, apna poora soft weight uske upar daale hue.
Ussi struggle, rone aur tightly chipakne ke chakkar mein, Priya ke jism par lapata hua woh faata hua jute ka kapda dhere se shift ho gaya. Kapda uske ek shoulder se phisla, phir doosre se, aur poori tarah se neeche gir gaya.
Priya ke heavy, soft D-cup breasts poori tarah se azaad ho gaye. Thand, rone aur emotion ke wajah se unke erect nipples ekdum tight aur dark ho chuke the. Uski nangi body ab Vikram ke garam, hard jism ke bilkul against pressed thi—uske soft pet ka touch, uski gori thighs ka pressure, sab kuch.
Vikram ki nazar ek second ke liye neeche chali gayi. Usne sab kuch dekh liya. Woh full, round D-cup breasts jo uske ribs se press ho rahe the, unke pink-brown tight nipples, Priya ke flat pet ka soft curve, aur neeche uski nangi chut ki halki si jhalak—un soft black pubic hairs ke sath.
Vikram ke lund ne turant, bina kisi control ke react kiya.
Ek zordar, bhari hardness uske waist-cloth ke piche aag ki tarah ubhar aayi aur seedha Priya ki nangi, gori thigh se press ho gayi. Woh behad garam, solid aur clear feel hone wali hardness thi.
Priya ne use ek microsecond mein mehsoos kar liya.
Priya ka body ek second ke liye bilkul stiff, ekdum tight ho gaya. Usne clearly notice kar liya tha ki Vikram poori tarah hard ho gaya hai—itna solid aur bhari lund ki uski thigh par uska poora shape aur garmi feel ho rahi thi. Priya ke dimaag mein ek saath hazaron khayal daude—darr, guilt, sharam, aur un sabhi ke neeche ek behad deep, silent acknowledgment.
Lekin Priya ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh bol nahi saki. Uski aawaaz nahi nikal rahi thi. Usne bas apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin aur Vikram ke jism se waise hi chipki rahi.
Vikram ne bhi turant realize kar liya ki uska erection Priya ke body se directly press ho raha hai. Uske rugged face par control ki ek teekhi line aa gayi. Usne dhere se, behad ahtiyaat ke sath, zameen par pade us faate hue kapde ko uthaya aur Priya ke jism par dobara dhak diya. Usne uske breasts ko gently cover kiya, kapde ko uske shoulders par set kiya.
Usne apne hips ko thoda sa piche saraka liya taaki uska erection Priya ki thigh se directly press na kare, lekin woh poori tarah alag nahi hua. Woh ab bhi Priya ko apni baahon mein liye hue tha.
"Sorry..." Vikram ne behad low, almost rough aawaaz mein kaha. "Main... yeh... control nahi kar paaya... itne saalon baad... aisa pehle kabhi nahi hua..."
Priya ne ab bhi koi muh se jawab nahi diya. Usne bas apne dono haath Vikram ki back par aur tight kar liye, apne nails ko halka sa uski skin par dabocha, aur apna sar phir se Vikram ke chest ke bilkul beech mein rakh diya. Usne apni aankhen band kar lin. Uska rona ab poori tarah ruk chuka tha. Uska body Vikram ki strong baahon mein ab relaxed feel kar raha tha. Usne Vikram ko chhodne se apne andar se inkar kar diya tha. Usne uske body ko pakde rakha aur dhere-dheere uski heartbeat sunte hue neend mein chali gayi.
Vikram ne der raat tak apni aankhen khuli rakhin. Upar khula taaron bhara aasmaan tha, aur neeche uski baahon mein ek behad khoobsurat, naram aur kaampi hui 42 saal ki mature aurat shanti se so rahi thi. Vikram ka lund abhi bhi poori tarah hard tha, dard kar raha tha, lekin usne use poori tarah ignore kiya. Usne bas apna ek haath Priya ke baalon mein phiraaya—dhere-dheere, bina ruke, almost possessive tarike se—aur use apne se chipkaye rakha.
Us raat ke baaki ke ghante unhone usi tarah ek doosre se lipat kar guzare.
Priya us khaufnak trauma ke baad pehli baar kisi ki baahon mein itni gehri neend so paayi thi.
Vikram ne use aadiwasiyon se bhi bachaya... aur apne andar ke janwar se bhi.
Lekin un dono ke beech ab ek naya, chupchaap par behad gehra rishta bunne laga tha...
Ek aisa rishta jo ab sirf basic survival se kahin aage nikal chuka tha.


Doosre island par teesra din shuru hote-hote hawa ka mazaaj aur zindagi ki haqeeqat behad tezi se badalne lagi thin.
Subah jab Priya ki palke khulin, toh pehli feeling jism mein kisi dard ki nahi, balki uske pet ke andar mach rahi ek gehari, zehrili jalan ki thi. Ek aisa khali pan jo uske lower abdomen se shuru ho kar gale tak phail raha tha. Pichle do dino se chal raha coconut water aur chhote crabs ka woh dhokha ab poori tarah khatam ho chuka tha—jism ab saaf taur par asli khane ki maang kar raha tha.
Vikram pehle se jaag raha tha. Woh rock overhang se bahar nikal kar thodi door pattharon ke beech jhuk kar kuch dhoondne ki koshish kar raha tha. Uske left shoulder ka wound ab dhere-dheere sukh raha tha, lekin uske jism ki energy ab saaf taur par girne lagi thi. Uske broad chest aur shoulders ke muscles ab bhi solid the, lekin unki tight firmness mein ek halki si thakan aur caution aa chuki thi—woh har ek movement energy bachane ke liye naap-tol kar kar raha tha.
Priya ne dhere se uth kar uski taraf dekha. Uske muscular back par subah ki dhoop pad rahi thi.
"Kuch mila... Vikram?" Priya ne apni behad kamzor, sookhi aawaaz mein poochha.
Vikram ne peeche mud kar apna sar nakar mein hilaaya. Uski kaali, gehri aankhon ke neeche halka sa kaalapan aa gaya tha. "Thode se chhote crabs hain pattharon ke neeche... par gosht bilkul nahi hai unme. Aur sirf do nariyal bache hain. Paani bhi khatam hone ki kagar par hai."
Unhone un chhote crabs ko ek sharp rock par rakh kar aag par halka sa seka aur khaya. Unme gosht ke naam par sirf namkeen jhaag jaisa taste tha. Phir Vikram ne nariyal ko thod kar unka paani share kiya—aaj pehle se bhi kam hissa dono ke hisse aaya.
Priya ne jab paani ka aakhri ghoont apne sookhe gale se neeche utara, toh uske empty pet ne ek zordar, dard bhari aawaaz ki. Priya ne ghabra kar apna dono haath apne pet par rakh liye. Vikram ne use dekha, lekin kuch nahi bola. Dono is baat ko achhi tarah jaante the ki situation ab behad kharab hone wali thi—shiddat bhari bhookh (starvation) ab unke darwaze par dastak de chuki thi.
Dopahar tak suraj ki tez dhoop is chhote se island par aag ugalne lagi. Overhang ke piche shadow behad kam ho gaya tha.
Priya ne koshish ki ki woh zameen par chal kar thodi si edible grass ya koi jungle ke patte dhoondhe jo Vikram ne pehle bataye the, lekin uska jism ab bilkul saath nahi de raha tha. Thigh ka gehra cut ab sukh raha tha, lekin poore jism mein ek aisi behad कमजोरी phail chuki thi ki uske pair kaamp rahe the. Uske steps behad slow aur lachakthe hue the.
Ek jagah par ek bade patthar se guzarte waqt Priya ka balance bilkul bigad gaya. Uska sar chakraya aur woh zameen par girne hi wali thi ki Vikram ne ek split second mein aage badh kar use apni baahon mein thaam liya. Vikram ka haath Priya ki patli waist par aur doosra haath uske nange shoulder par tha.
"Dheere chal, Priya. Energy mat phook," Vikram ne uske chehre ko dekhte hue behad gehri aawaaz mein kaha.
Vikram ke haath ka touch ab Priya ko pehle jaisa stranger ya ajeeb nahi lag raha tha. Is khaufnak akelepan aur bhookh mein woh touch ab behad familiar aur apna lagne laga tha. Priya ne Vikram ke solid shoulder ka sahara liya aur bina kuch bole dhere-dheere chalne lagi.
Shaam hote-hote unka pet saaf taur par bilkul khali aur aag jaisa sulag raha tha. Rock overhang ke neeche baith kar aag ke samne dono bilkul khamosh the.
Priya ne apne dono haathon ko apne pet par kas kar rakh liya tha. Uska 42 saal ka mature jism ab starvation ke pehle signs dikhane laga tha—uska chehra thoda sa andar dhas gaya tha, uske cheeks par halka sa shadow aa gaya tha, lekin uske heavy D-cup breasts ab bhi waise hi bhari aur aakarshak the. In fact, shiddat bhari bhookh, hormonal changes aur continuous stress ki wajah se uske breasts ab aur bhi zyada sensitive aur heavy feel ho rahe the.
Priya ne notice kiya ki uske jute ke kapde ke neeche se uske erect nipples kapde ko phad kar bahar aane ko beqaraar dikh rahe the. Uske chest mein ek ajeeb si bhaari tightness aur garmi feel ho rahi thi.
Vikram ne jo thoda sa crab meat bacha kar rakha tha, usne apna hissa bhi Priya ki taraf dhere se sarka diya.
Priya ne use dekha aur apna sar nakar mein hilaane ki koshish ki. "Nahi Vikram... tumne poore din bohot mehnat ki hai. Tum khao."
"Kha lo," Vikram ne behad firm voice mein kaha, uski aawaaz mein koi behas ki jagah nahi thi. "Tujhe iski zyada zaroorat hai. Tera jism kamzor ho raha hai."
Priya ne us chhote se tukde ko khaya. Uski aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Iss khaufnak halat mein bhi yeh aadmi apna khana use de raha tha.
Raat hote hi samundar se aane wali thandi hawa ne ek baar phir unke jismon ko jamana shuru kar diya.
Ab ek doosre se alag sona poori tarah se namumkin ho chuka tha—woh dono bina koi baat kiye ek doosre ke bilkul paas aa gaye.
Priya ne Vikram ke bare, broad chest par apna sar dhere se tika diya. Vikram ki rhythmic aur strong heartbeat uske kaanon mein gunjne lagi. Vikram ne apna ek bhaari, garam haath Priya ki smooth back par rakh diya, aur doosra haath uski waist par—jaise ab yeh unka har raat ka ek taiyar routine ban chuka ho.
Priya ke dimaag mein ek baar phir guilt ki ek halki si kiran aayi—uske pati Raj ka chehra, uska beta Arjun, Mumbai ka woh aalishan flat... Lekin is behad thand, khali pet aur maut ke darr ke samne woh guilt behad kamzor aur phika pad chuka tha. Priya ne ek gehri saans li aur apne nange jism ko Vikram ke garam, muscular body se aur tightly chipka liya. Uski nangi thighs aur uske heavy breasts Vikram ke jism se poori tarah press ho gaye.
"Vikram... kitne din aur?" Priya ne behad dhiemi, kaampthi aawaaz mein poochha. "Hum kab tak is tarah survive karenge?"
Vikram ne thodi der ke sannate ke baad jawab diya, uski aawaaz andhere mein gunguna rahi thi. "Pata nahi, Priya. Agar naye nariyal aur chhote crabs milte rahe... toh kuch din aur chal jayenge. Warna... jism khud decide karega ki use kab tak ladna hai."
Priya ne apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin. Uske empty pet ne ek baar phir andar se zordar jalan aur aawaaz ki. Usne darr ke maare Vikram ke khoon se lathe muscular bicep ko aur kas ke pakad liya. Uske haath ke neeche Vikram ke woh solid muscles the—ab bhi kisi chattan jaisay, lekin Priya ne clearly feel kiya ki Vikram ka jism bhi ab dhere-dheere weak ho raha tha.
Priya ke andar ek behad ajeeb aur gehari feeling uthi—*‘Yeh aadmi mere liye aadiwasiyon se lada... mere liye apna khoon bahaya... ab mere sath bhookh seh raha hai... mujhe har raat apni baahon mein bhar kar thand se bachata hai...’*
Priya ke dimaag mein achanak aaya ki Raj ne uske liye kabhi aisi koi qurbani nahi di thi... Raj toh sirf paise aur business jaanta tha. Lekin agle hi second Priya ne ghabra kar us khayal ko apne andar daba diya.
Us raat unhe neend behad adhuri aur kat-kat kar aayi. Pet ki zehrili jalan ne unhe raat mein kai baar jagaya. Har baar jab Priya ki aankh khulti, woh darr kar Vikram ke jism ko aur tightly pakad leti. Vikram bhi use nahi chhodta tha—uske haath dhere-dheere Priya ke baalon mein phiralte, uske nange shoulders ko sahlate. Unke beech koi extra physical movement nahi hui, lekin unki closeness ab poori tarah se badal chuki thi.
Woh ab sirf do accident survivors nahi rahe the... unke beech ek gehra, jismanya aur roohani rishta bun chuka tha.
Agli subah jab aasmaan par halki sunehri roshni phaili, toh dono ke chehron par behad gahri thakan aur weakness saaf dikh rahi thi.
Priya ne uth kar apne jism ko feel kiya. Uska pet ekdum flat aur andar dhas chuka tha, jism mein energy lagbhag zero ke barabar thi. Lekin stress, starvation aur continuous physical closeness ki wajah se uske heavy D-cup breasts mein ek aisi teekhi bhaari-pan aur sensitivity aa chuki thi jise woh ignore nahi kar pa rahi thi. Uske nipples kapde ke neeche se behad erect aur sensitive ho chuke the.
Vikram overhang se bahar nikal kar khada hua aur ghane jungle ke raste ko dekhne laga. Uske broad shoulders ab bhi wide the, lekin uske chalne mein pehli baar ek clear lachak aur weakness saaf dikhi.
"Aaj phir se explore karte hain," Vikram ne haafte hue kaha. "Kuch na kuch khane ko dhoondna hi padega."
Priya ne uski taraf dekha aur dhere se apna sar haan mein hilaaya.
Dono achhi tarah jaante the ki yeh temporary safety ab khatam hone wali thi. Extreme hunger ab unka sabse bada dushman ban chuki thi...
Aur yeh bhookh unhe jism, dimaag aur dil teeno se ek doosre ke behad qareeb laane wali thi.




Chauthe din ki subah dono ke liye sabse zyada khaufnak aur ajeeb thi.
Priya ki jab palke khulin, toh pehli feeling uske pet ki khali jalan ki nahi, balki uske upper chest ki thi. Uski chest mein ek behad ajeeb, teekha bhaari-pan, jalan aur aisi tightness ho rahi thi jise usne saalon pehle tab feel kiya tha jab Arjun chhota bacha tha.
Usne kaampte haathon se apne jute ke kapde ke neeche se apne heavy D-cup breasts ko touch kiya. Touch karte hi uske muh se ek teekhi karah nikal gayi. Breasts pehle se kahin zyada bhari, tight aur suje hue the—kisi pakaay hue phal ki tarah garam aur rasile. Uske dono nipples behad erect, sensitive aur tight ho chuke the; kapde ki halki si ragar se bhi uske jism mein ek teekhi lehr uth rahi thi.
Priya ne pehle socha ki shayad yeh thand, bhookh ya weakness ki wajah se ho raha hai. Lekin jab usne hichkichate hue jute ke kapde ko thoda sa neeche saraka kar dekha, toh uski badi-badi aankhen khauf aur hairani se phat gayin.
Uske dono dark-brown nipples ke tips se dhere-dheere safed, gaadhe drops nikal rahe the.
*Milk.*
Priya ka chehra ekdam peela pad gaya. Uski saans gale mein phans gayi. Usne jaldi se kapde ko wapas dabocha, lekin safed drops ne kapde par do chhote, wet circles bana diye the. Uski 42 saal ki umar mein, 19 saal ke beta hone ke baad... achanak yeh kya ho raha tha? Extreme starvation, stress, continuous physical warmth aur hormonal imbalance ne uske jism ke andar ke soye hue glands ko jaagrit kar diya tha.
Priya darr aur sharam se kaampne lagi. Pet bilkul khali tha, jism mein jaan nahi thi, aur ab uske breasts mein yeh... yeh kya naya toofaan uth khada hua tha?
Tabhi Vikram rock overhang ke bahar se andar aaya. Uske haath khali the—aaj ek bhi crab ya coconut nahi mila tha. Usne jaise hi andar qadam rakha, usne notice kiya ki Priya ka chehra ekdam zard hai aur woh apne dono haathon se apne chest ko tightly dabocha hue hai.
"Kya hua, Priya?" Vikram ne seedha uske samne aakar poochha, uski aawaaz mein chinta thi.
Priya ne apni nazrein zameen par tika lin. "Kuch nahi... main... main theek hoon, Vikram."
Lekin Vikram ki teekhi aankhen sab dekh sakti thin. Usne Priya ke kapde par bane un do safed, geelay marks ko dekha. Thodi der tak behad gehre sannate ke baad, Vikram ne aage badh kar behad firm tone mein kaha:
"Kapda hatao."
"Nahi... please Vikram..." Priya ne sharam se apna sar nakar mein hilaaya.
"Priya. Kapda hatao. Dikhao mujhe."
Priya ke kaampte haathon ne reluctantly us jute ke kapde ko neeche sarkaya. Unke dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts khule aasmaan ke neeche aagaye—suje hue, ekdum tight, aur nipples par safed milk ki boonden chamak rahi thin.
Vikram ne kuch seconds tak un gore, bhari breasts ko ghoora. Uske chehre par koi behuda ya gandi expression nahi thi—sirf ek behad practical, jungle survival ki understanding thi.
"Yeh starvation, hormonal stress aur continuous body warmth se hota hai," Vikram ne behad low, deep voice mein kaha. "Dimaag ko lagta hai body crisis mein hai... isliye glands react karte hain. Milk secret hone lagta hai."
Priya ne sharam aur guilt ke maare apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin, uski gaalon par gehri laali daud gayi. "Yeh... yeh nahi hona chahiye tha, Vikram. Main... main ek 19 saal ke ladke ki maa hoon... yeh kitna galat aur sharmnaak hai..."
Vikram ne ghutnon ke bal baith kar Priya ke bilkul paas position li. Usne Priya ke dono shoulders par apne rough haath rakhe.
"Meri baat dhyan se suno, Priya," Vikram ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha. "Humare paas khana khatam ho chuka hai. Nariyal nahi hain, crabs nahi hain. Agar yeh milk aane laga hai... toh yeh poison nahi, yeh pure nutrition hai. Isme protein hai, fat hai, calories hain. Agar main ise pee lun... toh mujhe energy milegi taaki main humare liye khana dhoond sakuh. Aur tera breast pressure kam hoga, sujan aur dard khatam hoga. Yeh hum dono ki survival ke liye zaroori hai."
Priya ki aankhen phat gayin. Uske hont kaampe. "Matlab... tum... tum mera milk peoge...?"
"Haan," Vikram ne bina kisi hichkichahat ke seedha kaha. "Yeh majboori hai, Priya. Zaroorat hai dono ke liye. Agar maine ise nahi nikala, toh sujan se tujhe severe infection aur fever ho jayega, aur hum dono yahin mar jaayenge."
Priya ke andar guilt, sharam, aur survival ki majboori ek saath aakar takra gayin. Uske dimaag mein uske pati Raj ka chehra, uske bete Arjun ka chehra aaya... Lekin phir uske chest ki behad teekhi jalan aur unka khali, sulagta hua pet. Aakhir kar, Priya ne behad dhere se apna sar haan mein hila diya. Woh muh se kuch bol nahi saki, bas majboori mein agree kar gayi.
Vikram ne Priya ko rock deewar ke sahare thoda aage karke bithaya. Usne apna ek bada, rough haath Priya ke right heavy breast ke neeche daal kar use support diya—breast behad garam, bhari aur soft tha.
Priya ki saans ek second ke liye atak gayi. Uska poora jism is touch se kaamp utha.
Vikram ne dhere se apna chehra jhukaya aur apne garam, choude honton ko Priya ke right dark-brown nipple ke bilkul paas laya. Pehli baar jab Vikram ke honton ne us sensitive nipple ko touch kiya, Priya ke jism mein sar se paanv tak ek teekhi bijli ka jhatka laga.
Vikram ne apne honton ko nipple ke aaspas set kiya aur dhere se pehla pull maara.
*Schluurrp...*
Garam, meetha aur halka sa namkeen fresh milk Vikram ke muh mein bhar gaya. Vikram ne use turant andar nigal liya. Milk ka taste behad pure aur energizing tha. Vikram ne aur gehari latch banayi aur tezi se continuous, strong pulls maarna shuru kar diya.
"Ahhh...!" Priya ke honton se ek involuntary, behad soft aur rasili moan nikal gayi.
Breasts par jamay hue us behad teekhi pressure se relief milte hi Priya ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Lekin relief ke sath-sath... uske jism ne ek behad ajeeb aur dangerous tarike se react karna shuru kar diya.
Nipple par Vikram ke honton ki woh continuous suction aur uski tongue ka movement seedha Priya ke lower abdomen tak ek teekhi erotic lehr bhej raha tha. Priya ki wetness uski chut ke andar tezi se phailne lagi. Saalon se soyi hui uski mardana pyaas is behad ajeeb tarike se jaag uthi thi.
Vikram apni aankhen band kiye hue shiddat se milk peeta raha. Uska ek haath us heavy breast ko daba kar milk ko aage push kar raha tha, aur doosra haath Priya ki patli waist par kas chuka tha.
Thodi der baad right breast halka hua, toh Vikram ne apna chehra hataaya aur left breast par shift ho gaya. Left breast bhi utna hi bhari aur tight tha. Vikram ne uske nipple ko bhi apne muh mein bhar kar hungry, continuous pulls maarna shuru kiye.
"Ah... ahh... Vikram... Mmmmm..." Priya ke muh se ab rasili moans ruk nahi pa rahi thin.
Priya ke kaampte haath bina uski marzi ke Vikram ke lambe, uljhe hue baalon mein chale gaye. Uske ungliyan Vikram ke sar ko apne breast par aur kas ke dabaane lagin. Sharam aur guilt hone ke bawajood, uska 42 saal ka mature jism is mardana chusayi par poori tarah respond kar raha tha.
Vikram ne dono breasts se aakhri drop tak milk piya. Uske muh ke kinaron se safed milk ki boonden phisal kar Priya ke breasts par gir rahi thin.
Jab dono heavy breasts poori tarah halkay aur soft ho gaye, Vikram ne dhere se apne hont nipple se alag kiye.
Priya ki saansen behad tez chal rahi thin. Uske dono cheeks laal-tamatar ho chuke the, aur uski D-cup breasts par Vikram ka thook aur milk chamak raha tha. Usne sharam ke maare apni nazrein nahi uthayin.
Vikram ne bhi kuch seconds tak behad gehari saans lene ke baad dhere se poochha, "Better feel ho raha hai?"
Priya ne sirf apna sar haan mein hilaaya. Muh se ek lafz bolne ki usme himmat nahi thi. Uske jism ko dard se relief toh mil chuka tha, lekin uske lower thighs ke beech ek behad geeli, arousing feeling phail chuki thi jise woh poori taqat se ignore karne ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Vikram ke honton par abhi bhi Priya ke milk ke safed nishan the. Usne unhe bina saaf kiye Priya ki taraf dekha.
"Yeh... kal phir hoga," Vikram ne behad practical voice mein kaha. "Jab tak hume khana nahi milta, yeh milk hi humara sabse bada sahara hai. Yeh ab roz ki zaroorat hai."
Priya ne apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin. Guilt use andar hi andar kha raha tha... Lekin seene ka dard khatam ho chuka tha, aur pet mein ek ajeeb si aatmik energy ka ehsaas tha. Usne khud ko samjhaane ki koshish ki ki yeh sirf aur sirf survival hai... majboori hai.
Lekin jab Vikram ne kapde ko uske breasts par wapas drap kiya aur uske bilkul bagal mein baith kar use baahon mein bhar liya, toh Priya ke jism ne uski nazdeeki ko bilkul reject nahi kiya. Ulta, Priya ne apna poora weight Vikram ke body par shift kar diya.
Pehli baar unke beech ek aisi mard-aurat ki sarhad cross ho chuki thi jahan se wapsi ka koi rasta nahi tha.
Milk, hont, relief aur woh chhupeeda erotic excitement...
Extreme hunger ab unhe sirf kamzor nahi kar raha tha... Woh unke rishte aur jism ko hamesha ke liye badal raha tha.




Nursing ke khatam hone ke baad, rock overhang ke andar ek behad bhari, ghani aur sharmnaak khamoshi chha gayi.
Priya ne kaampte haathon se apne jute ke kapde ko sambhaal kar apne seene par dobara drap kiya. Lekin uske dono nipples abhi bhi fully erect, wet aur kapde ke patle fabric se chipak rahe the. Uske cheeks laal-tamatar ho chuke the aur uski nazrein zameen par gadi hui thin.
Guilt uske pet mein kisi zaharili chattan ki tarah aakar baith gaya tha. Usne abhi-abhi apne jism ka doodh ek ajnabi, gair-mard ko pilaya tha... aur sabse khaufnak baat yeh thi ki uske jism ne is behurmati mein ek behad teekha physical pleasure feel kiya tha. Uski chut ke andar abhi bhi ek ajeeb si geelapan aur garmi bachi hui thi. Yeh baat use andar hi andar aag ki tarah jala rahi thi.
Vikram ne ek baar Priya ki taraf dekha, par phir apni nazrein hata lin. Usne apne haath se apne honton ko wipe kiya, lekin uske honton par abhi bhi Priya ke us garam, meethe aur namkeen milk ka swaad chipka hua tha.
Woh zameen se utha aur bina kuch bole thodi door pattharon ke paas chala gaya—jaise use bhi is sudden physical intimacy ke baad thoda space chahiye ho. Priya ne Vikram ki us broad, muscular back ko door jaate hue dekha. Uske andar ek behad ajeeb si khali-pan aur khalish thi—relief aur sharam ke bawajood, uska jism Vikram ki us mardana garmi ko miss kar raha tha.
Us raat, woh dono pehle se kahin zyada door-door soye. Priya ne deewar ki taraf peeth karke khud ko lapet liya, aur Vikram ne overhang ke doosre kone par position li. Lekin neend dono mein se kisi ko nahi aayi.
Priya ke breasts mein aadhay raat ke baad phir se ek halka sa pressure aur tightness banne lagi thi. Aur doosri taraf, Vikram ke dimaag mein baar-baar Priya ke un heavy D-cup breasts ka weight, unke nipples ki suction, uske milk ka taste, aur Priya ki woh soft, rasili moans ghoom rahi thin.
Agli subah ki shuruat waisi hi behad kathin aur ajeeb thi.
Priya ki jaise hi palke khulin, usne feel kiya ki uske dono breasts raat bhar mein phir se poori tarah se bhari, tight aur suje hue ho chuke the. Jute ke kapde ke neeche se unke geelapan ke nishan saaf jhalakne lage the. Pet ab bhi poori tarah se khali aur aag jaisa sulag raha tha. Jab woh uth kar baithne lagi, toh severe weakness ki wajah se uske sar mein zordar chakkar aaya.
Tabhi Vikram bahar se overhang ke andar aaya. Uske haath mein do chhote crabs the aur ek poora nariyal... jo use samundar ki lehron par tairta hua mila tha.
Usne un crabs ko aag ke angaron par rakha aur patthar se maar kar nariyal ko Priya ke samne phod diya.
"Yeh lo," Vikram ne behad firm voice mein kaha. "Iska poora paani tum piyo. Ek ghoont bhi mere liye mat chhodna."
Priya ne inkaar karne ke liye apna sar hilaaya. "Nahi Vikram... tum bhi toh kal se bhookhe ho. Aadha tum peeo."
"Main un crabs ko kha lunga. Tujhe is energy ki zyada zaroorat hai," Vikram ne nariyal Priya ke kaampte haathon mein thama diya. "Piyo ise. Ek bhi drop mat girana."
Priya ne dhere-dheere woh poora nariyal paani peeya. Paani pite hi uske jism mein thodi si aatmik energy aayi, lekin uske seene mein mach raha woh bhaari-pan kam nahi hua. Ulta, breasts mein doodh ke bharne se dard aur teekhi jalan badhne lagi thi. Usne dard ke maare apne dono haathon se apne breasts ko neeche se support diya.
Vikram ne use aisa karte dekhte hi turant samajh liya.
"Phir se bhar gaye?" Vikram ne seedha uski aankhon mein dekh kar poochha.
Priya ne sharam ke maare apni nazrein jhuka lin aur halka sa sar haan mein hilaaya. "Haan... bohot dard ho raha hai... fhatne jaisa feel ho raha hai."
Vikram thodi der tak shaant raha. Uski kaali, gehri aankhon mein ek teekhi aag daud gayi. Phir woh aage badha aur Priya ke bilkul paas aa gaya.
Is baar Vikram ne pehle jaisa formal ya alag baithne ke bajaye, aage badh kar Priya ke dono shoulders ko pakda aur use khainch kar seedha apni god mein bitha liya.
*Ah!* Priya ke honton se ek halki saans nikli.
Vikram ne rock overhang ki deewar se peeth tika kar position li aur Priya ko apni thighs ke ooper bitha diya—Priya ka voluptuous, soft ass ab seedha Vikram ki bare, muscular thighs par tika hua tha. Priya ek second ke liye bilkul stiff aur tight ho gayi, par usne khud ko piche hatane ki koi koshish nahi ki.
Vikram ne apne dono haathon se Priya ke jute ke kapde ko upar khainch kar hata diya.



Priya ke dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts ek baar phir se khule aasmaan ke neeche aagaye—garam, suje hue, tight, aur nipples par safed milk ki boonden chamak rahi thin.

Vikram ne apne left haath se Priya ke left breast ko neeche se support diya, use gently press kiya, aur apne right haath se right breast ko pakad kar apne muh mein bhar liya.
Is baar Vikram ka tarika pehle din jaisa sirf practical nahi tha—yeh behad gehra, hungry aur arousing tha, jaise woh sirf nutrition nahi, balki Priya ke 42 saal ke mature jism ka poora nasha choos lena chahta ho.
*Schluurrrpp... Ahhh...*
Vikram ne behad shiddat se chusna shuru kiya. Garam, meetha aur rasila milk phir se uske muh mein bhar kar uske gale se neeche utarne laga.
Priya ke honton se turant ek behad rasili, involuntary moan nikal gayi: "AHHH...!"
Vikram ne apne haath se Priya ke left breast ko soft-squeeze kiya, uske thumb se left nipple ko gently dabocha, jabki muh se right nipple ko deep, rhythmic pulls de raha tha.
Priya ki saans behad tez chalne lagi. Uske dono haath khud-ba-khud Vikram ke broad shoulders par chale gaye. Uski rasili siskiyan aur moans ab ruk-ruk kar poore overhang mein gunjne lagin: *"Ah... Vikram... Mmmm... ahh..."*
Yeh ab Priya ke liye sirf dard se relief nahi reh gaya tha. Uska mature jism is mardana chusayi par poori taqat se respond kar raha tha—nipples se seedha neeche tak ek teekhi electric current daud rahi thi, aur uski chut ke andar ek behad geeli garmi phailti ja rahi thi.
Vikram ne side change kiya. Ab left breast uske muh mein tha, aur right breast ko woh haath se daba kar uski gori skin ko sahla raha tha. Vikram ka chehra poore concentration aur hawas mein tha. Uski kaali aankhen band thin aur woh Priya ke jism ka poora maza le raha tha.
Priya ki rasili siskiyan Vikram ke kaanon mein ras ghol rahi thin. Vikram ne thoda aur zordar pull maara, aur apne daanton se Priya ke left nipple ko halka sa drag kiya.
"AHHH!" Priya ki kamar Vikram ki god mein halki si uchhal gayi.
Isi movement ke dauran... Priya ne ek cheez behad saaf taur par feel ki.
Vikram ka lund ab poori tarah se rock-hard ho chuka tha.
Ek behad lamba, thick aur garam erection uske waist-cloth ke piche aag ki tarah ubhar kar seedha Priya ke soft, rounded ass ke beech press ho raha tha. Kapde ke fabric ke through bhi us erection ka poora shape, uski garmi aur uski hardness Priya ko bilkul clear feel ho rahi thi.
Priya ka poora jism is ehsaas se kaamp utha. Ek second ke liye woh ruk gayi... Lekin phir... dhere se, lagbhag unconsciously, Priya ne apne soft ass ko Vikram ki us rock-hard dick par halka sa move kar diya.
*Rub...*
Ahn... Priya ke ass ne Vikram ki hardness par ek halki si rubbing movement ki. Vikram ke rock-hard erection par us soft ass ki rubbing hotay hi Vikram ke muh se ek gehri, bhari karah nikal gayi.
Vikram ki saans Priya ke wet breast par behad bhaari aur garam ho gayi, lekin usne milk peena band nahi kiya.
Priya ne apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin. Guilt aur sharam uske andar aag ki tarah sulag rahe the, lekin uske hips ne phir se ek slow, chhota sa rubbing movement kiya—Vikram ki us rock-hard dick ko apne soft ass ke beech press karte hue.
Dono ab achhi tarah jaante the ki unke beech kya ho raha hai. Dono ek doosre ke jism ki hawas ko feel kar rahe the, par kisi ne ek lafz nahi bola.
Vikram ne milk ke aakhri drop tak ko choosa, aur phir dhere se apne hont Priya ke wet, chamakte hue nipple se alag kiye.
Dono ki saansen behad tez chal rahi thin. Priya ab bhi Vikram ki god mein baithi hui thi, aur Vikram ka rock-hard erection ab bhi uske soft ass ke beech tightly pressed tha.
Vikram ne jute ke kapde ko utha kar Priya ke breasts par drap kar diya, lekin use apni god se neeche nahi utara.
"Better... feel ho raha hai?" Vikram ne behad low, bhari aur arousing aawaaz mein poochha.
Priya ne apni aankhen nahi kholin. Usne bas dhere se apna sar haan mein hilaaya. Uske andar guilt aur ek behad naya, dangerous warm pleasure dono ek saath phail rahe the. Uska ass ab bhi Vikram ke rock-hard erection ko feel kar raha tha... aur usne is baar use poori tarah se reject nahi kiya tha.
Is baar ki feeding sirf ek majboori ya survival nahi thi...
Is baar usme bhookh ke sath-sath ek behad teekhi, forbidden hawas bhi ghul chuki thi.
Ek aisi hawas jise dono ke jismon ne saaf taur par accept kar liya tha.




Us raat rock overhang ke andar ek behad teekhi, zehrili aur na-bardasht karne wali tension phaili hui thi.

Pichli shaam nursing ke baad jab Priya ne Vikram ki god se uthne ki koshish ki thi, toh Vikram ke us rock-hard erection ka ehsaas abhi bhi uske dimaag par haawi tha. Jab uske rounded ass ne Vikram ke us vishalkay erection par halki si rubbing ki thi, tab Vikram ki saans ruk gayi thi. Dono ne us baare mein subah tak ek lafz bhi nahi bola tha, lekin hawa mein woh baat latak kar reh gayi thi—ek aisa mard-aurat ka khamosh faisla jo ab roke nahi ruk raha tha.
Subah tak, shiddat bhari bhookh (starvation) ne unhe ek baar phir kone mein dhakel diya.
Pattharon ke neeche se crabs milna poori tarah band ho chuka tha. Nariyal bhi bilkul khatam the. Priya ke D-cup breasts mein doodh toh tha, par uske jism mein itni कमजोरी aa chuki thi ki woh khadi bhi nahi ho pa rahi thi.
Vikram ke rugged face par bhi behad gahri thakan aur laachari saaf dikh rahi thi. Uska 6'2" ka muscular frame, jo kisi chattan jaisa tha, ab saaf taur par empty aur malnourished chal raha tha. Dono ke jism ab andar se toot rahe the.
Dopahar ke kareeb, Vikram overhang ke patthar se peeth tika kar baitha hua tha. Usne Priya ko dekha—woh zameen par ulthi baithi hui thi, apne empty pet ko dono haathon se dabaaye hue, aur unke heavy breasts kapde ke neeche se suje hue latak rahe the.
"Sirf tere milk se kaam nahi chalega ab, Priya," Vikram ne behad low, garajti hui par thaki aawaaz mein kaha. "Milk se tera jism aur zyada weak hoga agar tujhe bahar se koi solid protein nahi mila. Mujhe bhi energy chahiye... aur tujhe bhi. Hume jism ko zinda rakhne ke liye dense protein aur calories chahiye."
Priya ne thaki hui, nam aankhon se sar utha kar Vikram ko dekha. Pehle toh use samajh nahi aaya, lekin jab usne Vikram ki un kaali, gehri aur shiddat se bhari aankhon mein dekha... toh uske dimaag mein ek bijli si kaund gayi. Uske hont kaampne lage.
"Matlab... tum... tum kya keh rahe ho, Vikram?" Priya ki aawaaz darr aur sharam se tootne lagi.
Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ke bilkul paas position li. Uski aawaaz mein koi behusiyat nahi thi, par ek behad kadwa, sachha jungle survival ka niyam tha.





Main haath se nahi nikalunga... Tujhe apne muh se lena padega," Vikram ne seedha, bina kisi lapat-zhapat ke kaha. "Mardo ke cum mein behad dense protein, zinc, aur calories hoti hain. Survival books aur maritime stories mein yeh proof hai. extreme starvation mein yeh body ko zinda rakhta hai. Maine saalon pehle ship par padha tha."

Priya ka chehra ekdam zard pad gaya. Uski 42 saal ki umar mein, usne apne pati Raj ke alawa kabhi kisi mard ke lund ko chhua tak nahi tha—oral sex toh woh Raj ke sath bhi saal mein ek-do baar hi karti thi. Aur ab... ek ajnabi mard ka cum apne muh mein lena, use nigalna?
"Nahi... nahi Vikram... main yeh nahi kar sakti!" Priya ne sharam se apna sar dono haathon mein chhupa kar rona shuru kar diya. "Yeh... yeh behad ghinoona hai... Main ek married aurat hoon... Raj ki biwi hoon..."
"Priya!" Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ke dono wrists ko dabocha aur use apni taraf khaincha. Uski kaali aankhen Priya ke chehre par tiki thin.
"Hum mar rahe hain yahan, Priya! Tu dekh nahi rahi? Mera jism toot raha hai, tera jism andar se sukh raha hai! Agar humne kal tak koi protein nahi liya, toh humare organs fail ho jaayenge. Kya tu yahan marna chahti hai? Kya tu apne bete Arjun ke paas wapas nahi jaana chahti?!"
Vikram ka 'Arjun' ka naam lena Priya ke dil mein teer ki tarah laga.
Arjun... mera bacha...
Priya ne ek gehri, saans ghootne wali aah bhari. Usne apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin. Ek taraf uski sanskriti, uska pati, uska guilt aur sharam thi... aur doosri taraf uski aur Vikram ki zindagi, aur Arjun ke paas lautne ki aakhri koshish.
Aakhir kar, Priya ne behad dhere se, kaampte hue apna sar haan mein hila diya. Uski aankhon se garma-garam aansu nikal kar uske cheeks par phisal gaye.
Vikram ne bina kisi deri ke apne waist-cloth ko neeche saraka kar alag kar diya.



Uska lund bahar nikal aaya. Woh pehle se hi half-hard tha, par jaise hi azaad hua, woh tezi se aag ki tarah phoolne laga. Behad lamba, thick, taambayi rang ka, aur us par moti-moti veins ubhari hui thin. Raj ka size iske samne aadha lagta tha.

Priya ne jab us vishalkay erection ko apne chehre ke bilkul samne dekha, toh uski saans atak gayi. Pehle island wale leader ka khaufnak lund ek second ke liye uski aankhon ke samne aaya, lekin phir usne saamne baithe Vikram ko dekha—yeh woh aadmi tha jisne uski jaan bachayi thi, jise usne apna milk pilaya tha, jiske baahon mein woh har raat soyi thi.
Priya dhere se ghutnon ke bal baith gayi. Uske dono haath thar-thar kaamp rahe the. Usne aage badh kar apne soft, gore haathon se Vikram ke us thick, garam lund ke base ko pakda.
Oh... Vikram ke honton se ek behad gehri saans nikli.
Lund ki garmi aur hardness Priya ke haath par ek bijli ka current daudane lagi. Priya ne apni aankhen band kin, apne wet honton ko khola, aur dhere se apna muh aage badha kar Vikram ke lund ke helmet (head) ko apne honton ke beech liya.
Pehli baar Vikram ke lund ka taste Priya ki tongue par aaya—namkeen, garam skin, aur mardana sweat ki raw mehak. Priya ne dhere se apni tongue se uske head par lick kiya, aur phir apna muh poora khol kar uske heavy head ko apne muh ke andar bhar liya.
"AHHHH... AHH... PRIYA!" Vikram ke muh se ek behad deep, garajti hui mardana moan nikal gayi. Uski peeth ke muscles tight ho gaye.
Priya ne dhere-dheere apne muh ko aage-peeche slide karna shuru kiya. Uski 42 saal ki mature, wet oral skill ne kaam karna shuru kar diya tha. Uska muh Vikram ke us thick lund se poori tarah se fill ho gaya tha, uske cheeks andar ki taraf dhas rahe the.
Slurp... Slurp... Phluttt...
Jungle ke us overhang mein Priya ke muh se nikalne wali wet oral sound gunjne lagi: Slurp... Slurp... Slurp...
Vikram ke dono haath khud-ba-khud Priya ke lambe, kaale baalon mein chale gaye. Saalon saal se akele, bina kisi aurat ke tarse hue Vikram ke andar ka mard ab poori tarah se paagal ho utha tha.
"Ah... fuck... Priya... kitna garam muh hai tera..." Vikram ne haafte hue kaha.
Vikram ka control ab tootne laga tha. Usne Priya ke baalon ko tightly pakda aur apni hips ko aage dhakelte hue Priya ke muh mein chudai (blowjob/oral-fuck) karna shuru kar diya.
THWACK! SLURP! THWACK!
Vikram ke hips rhythmic tarike se aage-peeche chal rahe the, uska thick lund Priya ke throat tak deep ja raha tha. Priya ko pehle halka sa gag feel hua, uski aankhon se paani nikal aaya, lekin usne apna muh peeche nahi khaincha. Usne apne haathon se Vikram ki thighs ko kas ke pakad liya aur Vikram ke thrusts ko accept karne lagi.



Priya ke heavy D-cup breasts har thrust ke sath rhythmic tarike se upar-neeche hil rahe the. Uski honton ke kinaron se Vikram ka pre-cum aur saliva phisal kar uske chin par gir raha tha.

Priya ke jism ne is oral-fuck par behad teekha response diya—uski chut ke andar tezi se garma-garam wetness phailne lagi. Uske muh se nikalne wali suffocated moans Vikram ke lund ke aaspas vibrate kar rahi thin: "Mmmph... Ahmmph... Slurp..."
Vikram ki saansen ab ek bhookhe janwar jaisi ho chuki thin. Uska lund behad tight aur pulsing ho raha tha.
"Priya... main nikalne wala hoon... tera protein aane wala hai... AHHH!" Vikram ne haafte hue warn kiya.
Priya ne apna muh peeche nahi hataya. Ulta, usne apne haath se Vikram ke lund ke base ko aur kas ke pakada, aur apni tongue ko uske head par round-round ghumate hue behad fast speed se suck karna shuru kar diya.
SCHLUURRRP! SCHLUURRRP!
Vikram ka poora jism ek zordar jhatke ke sath tight hua. Usne Priya ke baalon ko pakad kar apna lund uske muh mein ekdam deep ghusa diya aur ek behad bhayanak, garajti hui moan ke sath cum kar diya:
"AHHHH-HNNNNN-PRIYAAAA!"
SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!
Vikram ke lund se behad garam, thick, gaadha aur heavy load ke phuware sidhe Priya ke muh aur throat ke andar daag gaye. Cum ki garmi aur quantity itni zyada thi ki Priya ka poora muh bhar gaya.
Priya ne pehle ek second ke liye shock feel kiya, lekin phir usne jaan-boojh kar... poori shiddat ke sath us cum ko nigalna shuru kiya.
Glug... Glug... Glug...



Usne Vikram ke cum ke har ek phuware ko, har ek ghoont ko apne gale se neeche utar liya. Vikram ne teen-chaar zordar thrusts maare, aur Priya ne uske lund ke head ko aakhri drop tak apni tongue se chaat kar saaf kar diya.

Dono overhang mein behad tezi se haaf rahe the.
Priya ne dhere se apna muh Vikram ke lund se alag kiya. Uski aankhen neeche thin, uske wet hont thode se swollen aur laal ho chuke the, aur uske chin par cum ki ek safed boond chamak rahi thi. Uski tongue par abhi bhi Vikram ke cum ka woh salty, heavy aur thick taste basa hua tha—aur sabse khaufnak baat yeh thi ki Priya ko woh taste behad energizing aur arousing lag raha tha.
Vikram ka lund abhi bhi uske chehre ke samne tha—thoda sa soft ho raha tha, aur us par Priya ke saliva aur cum ke nishaan the.
Vikram ne behad gehri saans li, apna waist-cloth uthaya aur apne lund ko dhak liya. Priya bhi dhere se piche hatti, usne apne jute ke kapde ko apne breasts par set kiya aur overhang ke kone mein ja kar baith gayi.
Priya ne apne dono haath apne pet par rakhe. Uske pet ke andar Vikram ke cum ki garmi aur protein phail raha tha. Uske jism ko achanak ek ajeeb si strong energy feel hone lagi thi... Lekin us energy ke sath-sath, uske lower thighs ke beech ek behad zordar, wet geelapan bikhra hua tha.
Priya ko ehsaas hua ki jab woh Vikram ka cum nigal rahi thi, toh uski apni chut poori tarah se wet ho chuki thi.
Vikram ne Priya ki taraf dekha. Uski aawaaz mein ek behad gehri, mardana garmaahat thi: "Thank you, Priya."
Priya ne muh se kuch nahi bola. Usne bas ek halka sa sar haan mein hilaaya. Usne apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin.
Usne khud ko samjhaane ki koshish ki ki yeh sirf aur sirf survival tha... sirf zinda rehne ke liye protein exchange tha...
Lekin uske jism, uske honton aur uske andar ke mardana aakarshan ne ek aisi sarhad ko poori tarah se tod diya tha jahan se lautna ab namumkin ho chuka tha.
Woh ab sirf ek accident survivor nahi rahi thi... Woh Vikram ke jism aur uske ras ki gulam banti ja rahi thi.

[Life giver]

Mindblowing update, breast milk and protien from cum is super duper hot .Arjun has no idea, someone have tasted her mumma's milk

[Life giver]

update

[Featherguy]

Mindblowing update, use of breast milk and cum as protien is super duper hot. Arjun has no idea, vikram have tasted his mumma's milk. What if priya sharma want to celebrate her son arjun birthday but something else happened

[6sense]

Master writes Masterpiece... Hats off. Thank you once again to work on above idea

[6sense]

[Sexone]

Too hot , Waiting for next!!

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[Joker44]

Oral-fuck aur cum nigalne ke turant baad, us chhotay se rock overhang ke andar ek behad bhari, sharmnaak aur ghani khamoshi chha gayi thi.
Priya overhang ke ek kone mein baithi hui thi, apne dono ghutnon ko apne seene se lagaye hue aur apna chehra unme chhupaye hue. Uske honton aur tongue par abhi bhi Vikram ke us salty, gaadhe aur garam cum ka swaad maujood tha. Usne jo kiya tha, woh poori tarah se un dono ko maut se bachane ke liye ek majboori aur survival ka faisla tha... Lekin uske 42 saal ke mature jism ne us lund chusayi mein jo teekha, physical pleasure feel kiya tha, aur jis tarah uski chut wet ho gayi thi—woh baat use andar hi andar aag ki tarah jala rahi thi.
Vikram ne use poori space di. Woh thodi door rock pit ke paas baitha hua tha, apne dono haathon se apne rugged chehre ko dabocha hue. Saalon saal se akele rehne ke baad, kisi itni khoobsurat aurat ka uske lund ko chusna aur uske cum ko nigalna... Vikram ke andar ke mard ko bhi ek behad gehra jhatka de gaya tha. Dono ke beech ab ek aisi shiddat bhari, forbidden sarhad cross ho chuki thi jise lafzon mein bayaan karna namumkin tha.
Thodi der baad, Priya ne kaampte haathon se waterproof pouch mein se us black marine walkie-talkie ko uthaya. Uske haath abhi bhi thar-thar kaamp rahe the. Usne power dial ghumaya aur switch button dabaya, jaise woh har raat apne bete ko dhoondne ke liye karti thi.
*Ssssshhhhh... zzzzz...*
Priya ne switch button daba kar dhere-dheere bolna shuru kiya. Uski aawaaz ab bhi thakan, severe weakness aur sharam se behad bhari aur rone wali thi:
"Arjun... mera bacha... Mumma yahan hai... main... main bilkul theek hoon beta... Vikram... woh... meri madad kar raha hai... hum... hum dono zinda hain..."
Priya ke shabd toot-phoot kar nikal rahe the. Beech-beech mein uski saans behad bhari aur breathless ho jaati thi, kyunki uske seene mein abhi bhi doodh ka thoda sa pressure tha aur uske muh mein abhi bhi us oral session ki garam memory taaza thi.
Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke us 3BHK flat mein.
Arjun apne kamre mein raat ke kareeb do baje study chair par baitha hua tha. College ke seniors ka mazaak, akelepan ka stress aur ghar ke sannate ne use ek baar phir se us marine walkie-talkie ko charger se connect karke frequencies scan karne par majboor kar diya tha.
Uska dimaag ab umeed kho chuka tha, lekin uske haath aadat se majboor dial ghuma rahe the—Channel 16, Channel 21, Channel 88...
*Ssssshhhhh... zzzzz...*
Achanak... static noise ke beech ek behad halki, toot-phoot aati hui aawaaz ubhari.
*...Arjun... mera bacha... Mumma... yahan hai...*
Arjun ka poora jism ek microsecond mein jaise patthar ka ban gaya. Uski saans atak gayi. Usne jhatke se volume knob ko full par ghumaaya aur walkie-talkie ke speaker ko apne kaan se bilkul chipka liya.
*...main... theek hoon... Vikram... madad... zinda...*
Phir aawaaz mein tez static aur frequency interference mix hone laga. Static noise ke piche se ek doosri aawaaz aayi—ek behad gehari, bhari mardana gungunahat (male voice). Signal clear nahi tha, lekin woh saaf taur par kisi mard ki aawaaz thi. Aur uske thodi hi der baad, phir se uski maa ki wahi soft, thaki hui aur toot-phoot aati hui aawaaz.
Arjun ke haath thar-thar kaampne lage. Uske gaalon par garma-garam aansu beh nikle. Usne poori taqat se microphone ka button dabocha aur chillaya:
"MUMMA! MUMMA MAIN HOON ARJUN! AAPKO MERI AAWAZ SUNAI DE RAHI HAI?! MUMMA KAHAN HO AAP?! PLEASE JAWAB DO MUMMA!"
Lekin doosri taraf... island par Priya ka walkie-talkie battery weak hone ki wajah se transmitter issue kar raha tha. Priya ko Arjun ki aawaaz bilkul sunai nahi di—uske speaker par sirf thanda static bajta raha: *ssshhhhh...* Priya ne nirash hokar socha ki koi signal nahi mila, aur device ko switch off karke neeche rakh diya.
Lekin Mumbai mein... Arjun ke walkie-talkie mein signal ke recording fragments save ho chuke the.
Arjun ne jab us short frequency burst ki audio recording ko rewind karke play kiya, toh static filter hone par un fragments mein se kuch aisi aawaazein niklin jisne Arjun ki rooh ko jhakjhor kar rakh diya.
Recording fragment 1: Uski maa ki behad soft, rasili moan—*"...ahh... mmmm..."*
Recording fragment 2: Ek mard ki gehari, bhari saansen—*"...haaa... haaa..."*
Recording fragment 3: Uski maa ki aawaaz—*"...dard... kam..."*
Recording fragment 4: Ek behad clear wet sound... jaise kisi wet surface par deep sucking ya lick ki aawaaz—*Slurp... Slurp...*
Arjun ka dimaag poori tarah se ghoom gaya. Uska khoon jaise thanda pad gaya. Yeh... yeh kya tha? Maa ki aawaaz... aur itni rasili moans? Aur woh mard ki saansen aur wet sucking ki aawaazein?
Usne ghabra kar recording ko ek baar phir rewind kiya. Ek aur short audio fragment jise device ne auto-save kiya tha—usme uski maa ki behad bhari, breathless saansen thin, aur us mard ka ek deep, garajta hua groan. Aur uske turant baad... uski maa ki aawaaz mein ek aisi sound jaise woh apne gale se kuch naram, gaadha fluid nigal rahi ho (*Glug... Glug...*).
Arjun ki aankhon se paani nikal kar uske walkie-talkie par girne laga. Uski chest mein ek behad bhayanak, jaanlewa dard utha. Usne device ko tightly pakda aur foot-foot kar rone laga.
"Yeh... yeh kya ho raha hai...? Mumma... aap wahan kya kar rahi ho...? Yeh mard kaun hai...?"
Arjun paagalpan ki halat mein apne kamre se bahar nikla. Living room mein Raj hamesha ki tarah sofa par baithe hue glass ghoor rahe the. Arjun ne kaampte haathon se walkie-talkie unke samne wooden table par patak diya.
"Papa! Suniye! Yeh Mumma ki recording hai! Woh zinda hain, Papa! Lekin... lekin unke sath koi mard hai... aur yeh aawaazein... dekhiye yeh kya sounds hain!"
Arjun ne playback button daba diya. Broken fragments chalne lage—Maa ki soft moans, mard ki bhari saansen, *"Arjun... Mumma..."*, wet sucking sounds, aur phir static noise.
Raj Sharma jhatke se uth kar baith gaye. Unke chehre par pehle gehra shock aaya, aur phir ek behad confused, thaka hua expression.
"Arjun... beta, yeh signal bohot zyada broken hai," Raj ne apne sar par haath rakhate hue thaki aawaaz mein kaha. "Yeh koi random marine interference ho sakta hai... kisi fishing boat ka signal ya koi old radio recording. Isme kuch bhi clear nahi hai, beta."
"Nahi Papa!" Arjun pehli baar apne baap par zordar dhang se chillaya. "Yeh Mumma ki hi aawaaz hai! Main apni Mumma ki aawaaz hazaar logon mein pehchan sakta hoon! Woh zinda hain!"
Agli subah, Arjun recording le kar seedha Mumbai Coastal security officer Station aur Marine Cyber Cell gaya. Usne senior officers aur technical team ke samne woh audio fragments play kiye.
Technical experts ne audio ko clean kiya, spectral analysis kiya, par aakhir mein unka jawab wahi thanda aur official tha:
"Dekhiye Mr. Arjun, signal ki frequency bohot low aur fragmented hai. Female voice zaroor hai, lekin hum legally confirm nahi kar sakte ki yeh aapki mother hi hain. Male voice aur unke piche ki wet noise... yeh samundari hawa, water splashing ya radio static interference bhi ho sakti hai. Is basis par hum open sea mein koi naya multi-million dollar search operation re-launch nahi kar sakte. We are sorry."
Arjun ne kisi ki baat nahi maani. Woh har raat apne kamre mein darwaza band karke ghanton tak frequencies scan karta raha.
Kabhi-kabhi, aasmaan saaf hone par, uski maa ki behad phati hui, toot-phoot aati aawaaz aati: *"...zinda... Vikram... safe..."*—lekin jab Arjun poori jaan laga kar mic par chillata, toh doosri taraf se koi jawab nahi aata tha, kyunki island par rakha walkie-talkie sirf multi-band receiver bacha hua tha, uska transmitter poori tarah dead ho chuka tha.
Arjun ke dil aur dimaag mein ek behad khaufnak, zehrila khayal ghar karne laga tha:
Maa zinda thin...
Lekin unke sath ek anjaan mard tha... Vikram.
Aur woh wet sounds... woh moans... woh nigalne ki aawaazein...
*Woh dono us sunsaan island par kya kar rahe the?*
Us raat Arjun ne us walkie-talkie ko apne seene se lagaya aur rone laga. Uski rooh ek ajeeb se cuckson suspension aur ghabrahat mein jhalas rahi thi.
Wahin, doosri taraf... hazaron miles door us sunsaan island par, Priya ne device ko switch off karke rakh diya tha. Usne apne jism par kapda lapeta, aur Vikram ki bare, broad chest se nikalne wali soft, rhythmic saanson ko sunte hue dhere se apni aankhen band kar lin.
Signal toot-phoot kar pahunch raha tha...
Lekin us toote hue signal ne Arjun ki duniya ko hamesha ke liye do hisson mein phad kar rakh diya tha.




Quiet days aur woh khamoshi ab zyada din nahi chal saki.
Panchve din ke baad, extreme starvation aur resource shortage ne unhe ek baar phir se ek doosre ke bilkul qareeb dhakel diya. Food resources island par lagbhag poori tarah se khatam ho chuke the. Kabhi-kabhi shaam ko pattharon ke neeche se ek-do chhote crabs mil jaate, toh kabhi aadha sookha hua nariyal—bas itna hi unke jism mein ja raha tha.
Dono ke jism ab saaf taur par malnourished aur weak ho chuke the. Priya ke 42 saal ke mature chehre se pehle wala gora glow ab phika padne laga tha, lekin uske bhari-bhari D-cup breasts continuos hormonal pressure ki wajah se ab bhi waise hi bhari, tight aur sensitive bane hue the. Vikram ke broad, muscular frame par bhi thakan ki gehari parat saaf dikhti thi, par uski mardana strength ab bhi Priya ke liye ek chattan jaisi thi.
Raat ka time un dono ke liye sabse zyada kathin aur dangerous hota tha.
Khule overhang ke neeche padne wali baraf jaisi thand mein alag-alag sona kisi bhi tarah possible nahi tha. Dono har raat ek doosre ke jism se chipak kar sote, lekin ab unke har ek physical touch mein ek teekhi electric current daudne lagti thi.
Priya jab bhi Vikram ke bare, broad chest par apna sar rakh ti, toh Vikram ke dil ki rhythmic, zordar dhadkan use itni clear sunai deti ki Priya ka apna dil seene mein kisi dhol ki tarah pitne lagta. Vikram ke rough, garam haath jab Priya ki bare back ko sahlate, toh uski ungliyan kabhi-kabhi behad dhere se Priya ki patli waist ke soft curve par aakar ruk jaati. Dono is nazdeeki ko notice karte, par koi ek lafz nahi bolta tha.
Ek raat, yeh silent tension apne tootne ke bilkul kareeb aa gayi.
Priya ne ek behad khaufnak nightmare ki wajah se achanak apni aankhen kholin. Uski saans behad tez aur breathless chal rahi thi. Usne bina kuch soche, darr ke maare Vikram ke jism ko aur tightly apni baahon mein dabocha. Uske dono heavy D-cup breasts Vikram ke bare chest se poori taqat se press ho gaye.
Vikram turant jaag gaya. Usne Priya ke jism ko apni baahon mein bharte hue, uske baalon mein apni ungliyan phiraaye: "Hey... shhh... theek hai, Priya. Main hoon na. Dekho main yahin hoon."
Vikram ke hont Priya ke baalon par the, par phir woh dhere-dheere neeche sarakte hue Priya ke forehead par aa gaye. Unhone Priya ke maathe par ek behad garam, gehari kiss ki.
Priya ne apni nam, badi-badi aankhen uthar kar Vikram ko dekha. Un dono ki garam saansen ek doosre ke honton par pad rahi thin. Vikram thoda aur aage jhuk gaya. Unke wet, kaampte hue hont ab ek doosre se sirf ek inch ke fasle par the. Priya ki palke dhere-dheere band hone lagi thin... uska jism is kiss ke liye poori tarah se surrender karne wala tha...
Lekin tabhi... Priya ke dimaag mein achanak apne pati Raj ka chehra aur apne bete Arjun ki muskuraahat aayi. Priya ne sudden ek jhatke ke sath apne chehre ko piche khainch liya.
"Nahi..." Priya ne dhere se kaha, uski aawaaz darr, sharam aur rone se kaamp rahi thi. "Yeh... yeh nahi kar sakte hum, Vikram. Main... main ek shadi-shuda aurat hoon. Mera 19 saal ka beta hai..."
Vikram ne apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin. Uske rugged chehre par khud par control karne ki ek teekhi line aa gayi. Usne ek gehri saans li aur thoda piche hat gaya.
"Sorry..." Vikram ne bas itna kaha, uski aawaaz behad bhari aur rough thi.
Lekin Vikram ka lund us waqt poori tarah se rock-hard ho chuka tha, aur jab Priya usse chipki thi, toh usne us heavy hardness ko apni thigh par saaf taur par feel kar liya tha.
Agli subah, un dono ke beech pehle se kahin zyada gehari aur ajeeb khamoshi thi.
Foraging (khana dhoondne) ke dauran unke beech accidental touches baar-baar hone lage. Vikram jab patthar se nariyal phodte waqt Priya ki help karta, toh uske rough haath Priya ke soft haathon par aa jaate. Priya jab zameen par jhuk kar sookhi lakdiya uthati, toh uske heavy breasts kapde ke neeche se hiltay, aur Vikram ki kaali, gehri nazrein un par aakar atak jaati.
Ek baar toh dhoop mein chakkar aane par, Vikram ne Priya ko girne se sambhalte waqt accidental tarike se apna haath Priya ke soft, rounded ass par rakh diya.
Dono ek second ke liye ekdum freeze ho gaye. Priya ne Vikram ka haath apne ass se turant nahi hataaya—uska jism us touch se aag ki tarah sulag utha tha. Phir Vikram ne khud hi apna haath piche khainch liya.
"Yeh... yeh kya ho raha hai humare sath, Vikram?" Priya ne aakhir kar shaam ko aag ke paas baithte hue, zameen ko ghoorte hue pooch hi liya.
Vikram ne Priya ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein mardana hawas aur protectiveness ka ek behad gehra milan tha. "Tu jaanti hai, Priya. Main bhi jaanta hoon. Humare jism ek doosre par react kar rahe hain. Extreme bhookh, yeh thand, yeh trauma... aur sabse badi baat yeh ki is duniya mein ab hum sirf ek doosre ka iklota sahara hain."
Priya ne apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin. Garam aansu uske cheeks par beh nikle. "Main... main yeh nahi chahti, Vikram. Main har pal apne pati ko yaad karne ki koshish karti hoon... apne bete Arjun ko yaad karti hoon. Lekin... lekin jab tum mujhe apni baahon mein pakadte ho... toh mera jism hata nahi paata..."
Vikram ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh dhere se aage badha aur Priya ke bilkul paas aa kar baith gaya. Usne apne dono rough haathon mein Priya ke chehre ko liya.
Is baar Priya ne khud ko piche nahi khaincha. Unke hont ek baar phir se behad paas aaye... unke honton ki garmi ek doosre ko chhune hi wali thi... tab Priya ne ek baar phir behad hichkichate hue apna sar nakar mein hilaaya aur piche hat gayi.
"Nahi... abhi nahi... please Vikram..."
Vikram ne zabardasti khud par control kiya. Usne Priya ko chhod diya aur uth kar overhang ke doosre kone par chala gaya. Uska lund behad hard ho kar dard karne laga tha. Priya ne bhi feel kiya ki uske apne jism ne is physical proximity par kitna zordar respond kiya tha—uske nipples ekdum tight ho gaye the aur uski chut ke andar teekha geelapan phail chuka tha.
Us raat, unhone pehli baar alag-alag sone ki koshish ki. Lekin raat ke 1 baje samundar se aane wali baraf jaisi thandi hawa ne unke jismon ko jamana shuru kar diya.
Aakhir kar, Priya khud zameen par ghasit te hue Vikram ke paas aa gayi. Usne bina kuch bole Vikram ke us khoon se lathe muscular arm ko pakada aur uske bare chest se chipak gayi. Vikram ne bhi dhere se aage badh kar use apni baahon mein bhar liya. Is baar Vikram ke hont Priya ke bare shoulder par the, lekin usne aage koi zabardasti nahi ki.
Dono achhi tarah jaante the ki yeh near misses aur yeh hichkichahat ab zyada din nahi chalne wali thi.
Koi ek aisi raat zaroor aayegi jab koi bhi khud ko piche nahi khainchega...
Bhookh, akelepan aur jism ki mardana-auratana pyaas unhe us sarhad ke bilkul kinare par la kar khada kar chuki thi.
Walkie-talkie us raat bhi waterproof pouch mein switch on tha.
Static noise ke piche se Priya ki behad broken aawaaz nikli: *"Arjun... mera bacha... Mumma bilkul safe hai... bas... thoda mushkil chal raha hai..."*
Doosri taraf, Mumbai ke apne kamre mein baitha Arjun in broken words ko sunte hue apne muh ko dono haathon se daba kar phoot-phoot kar ro raha tha.
Use bilkul andaza nahi tha ki uski maa ab kis khaufnak aur erotic kinare par khadi thi.




Rising tension aur un near-misses ke baad kai din aur guzar gaye.
Khane aur paani ke aakaal ne unhe pehle se kahin zyada kamzor aur dhalta hua bana diya tha, lekin ab unke upar ek naya, behad khaufnak darr aakar mandraane laga tha.
Subah ke waqt, Vikram overhang ke patthar se bahar nikal kar khule samundar aur horizon ki taraf dekh raha tha. Achanak uska 6'2" ka muscular jism ekdam stiff aur tight ho gaya. Uski kaali aankhen ek taraf jam gayin. Usne turant peeche ghoom kar Priya ko dhiemi, garajti aawaaz mein signal diya:
"Andar aa, Priya! Bilkul chup-chap, aawaaz mat karna!"
Priya ghabra kar zameen par ghasit te hue uske paas aayi. Vikram ne door samundar ki us dhundhli sarhad ki taraf ishara kiya. Wahan aasmaan mein kaala, halka sa dhuan uth raha tha—woh pehle wale aadiwasiyon wale island ki direction thi. Aur us dhuayein ke neeche, samundar ke neele paani par do chhoti, kaali shapes dhere-dheere tairti hui aage badh rahi thin.
*Tribal canoes... Aadiwasiyon ki do boats.*
"Woh... woh log?" Priya ki aawaaz darr ke maare thar-thar kaamp uthi, uska chehra ekdam zard pad gaya.
Vikram ne behad sakht chehre ke sath apna sar haan mein hilaaya. "Haan. Woh coastal lines par shikaar aur humara suag dhoond rahe hain. Unhe lagta hai hum kisi paas ke island par beh kar aaye honge."
Dono ek second ki bhi deri kiye bina apni us chhoti si rock cave ke ekdam andar ghus gaye. Vikram ne cave ke entrance ko jitna ho saka sookhe patton, moti jhadion aur pattharon se cover kar diya. Cave ke andar ab ghana andhera aur sakdi jagah ban chuki thi. Caves ke andar se bahar ka samundar halka sa dikhta tha, lekin bahar se koi bhi andar nahi dekh sakta tha—jab tak ki woh bilkul chup-chap baithe rahein.
Priya ka poora jism khauf se thar-thar kaamp raha tha. Uski saans atak rahi thi. Usne darr ke maare Vikram ke us khoon se lathe muscular bicep ko dono haathon se kas ke pakad liya.
"Vikram... agar unhone is chhotay island par aakar hume dhoond liya toh...?" Priya ke honton se rone wali sarsarahat nikli.
"Chup," Vikram ne behad low, firm voice mein uske kaan mein kaha. Uski garam saans Priya ke gale se takrayi. "Ek lafz bhi muh se mat nikalna. Koi aawaaz nahi."
Ghante guzarne lage.
Caves ke andar ka sannata aur hawa behad bhaari hoti gayi. Woh do aadiwasi boats dhere-dheere is chhote island ke aas-paas ke paani mein chakkar kaat rahi thin. Kabhi-kabhi un aadiwasi mardon ki woh garajti, janwar jaisi broken bhasha ki aawaaz samundar ki hawa ke sath door se cave ke andar tak gunj jaati.
Priya ne darr ke maare apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin thin. Uske dimaag mein ek baar phir wahi pehle island ki clearing, un mardon ke gande haath, unki ghinooni hansi, aur us leader ka lamba kaala lund jo uski chut ke andar enter ho raha tha—sab kuch aag ki tarah taaza ho gaya. Uska poora jism shiver karne laga. Woh ghabra kar Vikram ke bare, broad chest se aur tightly chipak gayi, apna chehra uske shoulder mein chhupaate hue.
Dopahar ke baad woh boats thodi door nikal gayin, lekin horizon par dhuan ab bhi saaf dikh raha tha. Iska matlab tha ki woh aadiwasi shikaari abhi bhi is ilaqe mein hi ghoom rahe the. Vikram ne decide kiya ki aaj woh dono din bhar aur raat bhar is cave ke andar se ek inch bhi bahar nahi nikalenge.
Lekin ab ek naya aur behad bhayanak masla khada ho chuka tha.
Cave ke ghane andhere mein na toh koi nariyal tha, na koi crabs, aur na hi fresh water. Jo thoda sa paani aakhri nariyal se bachaya gaya tha, woh bhi poori tarah khatam ho chuka tha. Severe hunger aur pyas ne unke jismon ko andar se todna shuru kar diya tha. Priya ke hont ekdam sookhe aur phat rahe the.
Aur sabse badi baat... uske bhari D-cup breasts continuos hormonal pressure aur distress ki wajah se ek baar phir se behad bhari, tight aur dard-bhari halat mein aa chuke the. Pichle do dino se koi proper feed nahi hua tha. Jute ke kapde ke neeche se safed doodh ke wet marks saaf banne lage the.
Shaam dhalte-dhalte situation behad kharab ho gayi. Priya ka chehra ekdam peela pad chuka tha, aur uske breasts ka teekha dard ab usse bardasht nahi ho raha tha. Usne apne dono haathon se apne heavy breasts ko dabocha aur behad dhiemi aawaaz mein kahrahi:
"Dard... behad teekha dard ho raha hai Vikram... fhat jaayenge yeh... aur pet mein bhi aag lag rahi hai..."
Vikram ne andhere mein Priya ki taraf dekha. Bahar abhi bhi aadiwasiyon ka khaufnak danger tha—woh koi aag nahi jala sakte the, koi bahar nikal kar khana nahi dhoond sakte the, aur na hi koi tez aawaaz nikaal sakti thin.
Vikram ne behad low, deep voice mein kaha: "Aaja idhar. Meri god mein baith."
Priya dhere se ghasit te hue Vikram ke paas aayi. Vikram ne use apni god mein bitha liya—Priya ka soft, rounded ass seedha Vikram ki bare, muscular thighs par tika hua tha. Vikram ne dhere se uske jute ke kapde ko upar khainch diya.
Priya ke do bhari-bhari D-cup breasts ghane andhere mein khul gaye—garam, suje hue, tight, aur nipples se doodh ke safed drops pehle se hi phisal kar uski gori skin par gir rahe the.
Vikram ne ek second ka bhi waqt zaya kiye bina, aage badh kar Priya ke right breast ko apne muh mein bhar liya aur deep, strong pulls ke sath doodh peena shuru kar diya.
*Schluurrrpp... Schluurrrpp...*
Priya ne turant apne dono haathon se apne muh ko kas ke daba liya taaki uske honton se koi tez moan ya siski bahar na nikal jaye. Lekin mardana chusayi ka woh teekha pleasure itna zordar tha ki uske gale ke andar se suffocated, choked sounds nikalne lagin: *"Mmmph... ahh... Mmmm..."*
Vikram ne apne left haath se Priya ke left breast ko dabocha, use gently press karke doodh ko aage push kiya, jabki muh se right nipple ko behad hungry aur deep pulls de raha tha. Cave ke ghane andhere mein sirf unki bhari, garam saansen aur wet sucking sounds hi gunj rahi thin: *Slurp... Slurp... Slurp...*
Priya ke kaampte haath Vikram ke baalon mein chale gaye. Uski waist Vikram ki god mein halki-halka rhythmically hilne lagi. Uski chut ke andar tezi se garma-garam wetness phailne lagi thi.
Jab dono heavy breasts se doodh ka pressure kam hua aur woh soft ho gaye, Vikram ne dhere se apne hont nipple se alag kiye. Dono ki saansen behad tez aur garam thin. Priya ab bhi Vikram ki god mein baithi hui thi.
Usne clearly feel kiya ki Vikram ka lund ab poori tarah se rock-hard ho kar uske soft ass ke beech tightly press ho raha hai.
Bahar aadiwasiyon ka maut wala danger tha. Andar extreme hunger aur pyas thi...
Aur ab unke beech woh same jismanya bhookh bhi apne peak par thi.
Vikram ne andhere mein Priya ki nam aankhon mein dekha. Uski aawaaz behad low, bhari aur arousing thi: "Dense protein bhi chahiye, Priya... abhi ke abhi. Pata nahi hum kal tak is cave se bahar nikal bhi paayenge ya nahi. Hume energy chahiye."
Priya ne thodi der tak kuch nahi bola. Uske hont kaampte rahe. Phir usne dhere se Vikram ki god se utar kar uske bilkul samne ghutnon ke bal position li. Uske haath thar-thar kaamp rahe the.
Usne Vikram ke waist-cloth ko neeche sarakaaya. Vikram ka thick, rock-hard lund bahar nikal aaya—pehle se kahin zyada solid, garam aur veins se bhara hua.
Priya ne apne soft haathon se us vishalkay erection ko pakda, aur bina kisi hichkichahat ke apne wet honton ko khol kar Vikram ke lund ko apne muh ke andar bhar liya.
*SLURP! SLURP!*
Is baar Priya pehle se kahin zyada fast aur experienced thi. Hunger, pyas aur darr ne uski hichkichahat ko poori tarah mita diya tha. Usne Vikram ke lund ke helmet ko gehra liya, apne cheeks ko andar khainchte hue suck kiya, aur apni tongue ko uske head par round-round ghumana shuru kar diya.




Vikram ke dono haath Priya ke lambe baalon mein chale gaye. Usne Priya ko force nahi kiya, bas uske soft, wet mouth ki garmi ko feel karta raha. Cave ke andar sirf Vikram ke low, deep groans aur Priya ki wet sucking sounds aur deep gagging ki aawaazein gunj rahi thin: *Slurp... Thwack... Slurp...*
"Priya... main... nikalne wala hoon... tera protein aane wala hai... AHHH!" Vikram ne haafte hue warn kiya.
Priya ne apna muh peeche nahi khaincha. Ulta usne Vikram ke lund ke base ko haath se aur tightly pakada aur use poora throat tak gehra le liya.
Vikram ka poora jism ek zordar jhatke ke sath tight hua. Usne ek behad bhayanak, low garajti moan ke sath apna garam load daag diya:
"AHHHH-HNNNNN-PRIYAAAA!"
*SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!*
Vikram ke lund se behad gaadha, garam aur thick cum phat kar seedha Priya ke throat mein chala gaya. Cum itna zyada tha ki Priya ke muh ke kinaron se phisal kar uski chin par girne laga.
Priya ne poore honsle ke sath us cum ko nigalna shuru kiya—ek ghoont, doosra ghoont, poora ka poora gaadha load apne gale se neeche utar liya. Usne Vikram ke lund ko aakhri drop tak apni tongue se chaat kar saaf kar diya.
Dono cave ke andhere mein behad tezi se haaf rahe the. Bahar horizon par ab bhi dhuan dikh raha tha.
Andar, cave ke andhere mein, unhone ek baar phir ek doosre ke jism ke ras aur doodh se khud ko feed kiya tha.
Priya ne Vikram ke us khoon se lathe, muscular leg par apna sar dhere se tika diya. Usne Vikram ko nahi chhoda.
Khauf, shiddat bhari bhookh, pyas aur yeh teekhi physical zaroorat ab ek doosre mein poori tarah se ghul-mil chuke the.
Tribal boats ab bhi kahin paas ke paani mein hi chakkar kaat rahi thin...
Aur un dono ke beech jo mard-aurat ki last line bachi thi... woh ab poori tarah se mit chuki thi.


Subah ki pehli zard roshni abhi aasmaan par phaili hi thi ki pehle island waala kaala dhuan ab doosre island ke behad qareeb aa chuka tha.
Vikram ne rock overhang ke ek chhotay se gap se sabse pehle dekha. Uski kaali, gehri aankhen ekdam jam gayin. Woh do tribal canoes ab is chhote island ke shore se kuch hi meter door thin. Ek boat toh sand bar par aakar ruk chuki thi. Unme se kai aadiwasi shikaari paani mein kood kar shore par utar chuke the aur apne wooden spears haath mein liye jungle ki sookhi jhadion ki taraf aage badhne lage the. Unki garajti, janwar jaisi broken bhasha ki aawaaz ab itni paas thi ki unka ek-ek lafz saaf sunai de raha tha.
"Ab yahan se nikalna padega, Priya," Vikram ne behad low, garajti sarsarahat mein kaha. "Agar hum is cave mein hi chhupay rahe, toh woh aadhe ghante mein humari gardan tak pahunch jaayenge."
Priya ka chehra darr ke maare ekdam peela pad gaya. Uski saans atakne lagi. "Lekin... kaise, Vikram?! Paani mein kood kar kahan jaayenge? Humare paas toh koi raft bhi nahi hai!"
Vikram ne pattharon ke piche se niche shore ki taraf jhaank kar dekha. Ek chhoti tribal canoe shore ke paas ek bade rock ke piche tair rahi thi. Us boat mein sirf ek aadiwasi mard baitha hua tha—baaki saare shikaari island ke andar search karne gaye the. Boat ke andar kuch nariyal, sookha hua dried meat (janglee gosht), aur ek chhota sa bamboo ka paani ka container dikh raha tha.
"Woh boat," Vikram ne niche ishara kiya. "Usko dekho. Usme sirf ek hi mard hai. Baki sab jungle mein gaye hain. Hum woh boat chheen sakte hain."
Priya ki aankhen khauf se phat gayin. "Nahi... woh... woh hume maar daalenge! Agar pakde gaye toh..."
"Agar yahan baith kar unka wait kiya, tab bhi woh hume maar daalenge, Priya," Vikram ne uske shoulder ko kas ke dabocha. "At least tairne aur bhaagne ka ek mauka toh hai. Mere piche chalo."
Dono ne bilkul saans rok kar cave ke piche se nikalna shuru kiya.
Bade-bade rocks ki aat mein, jhuk-jhuk kar, ek-ek kadam behad ahtiyaat se rakhte hue. Vikram aage-aage chal raha tha, aur Priya uske bilkul piche—uske nange, gore paanv geeli sand par halki sarsarahat kar rahe the. Priya ka dil seene mein itni tez dhadak raha tha ki use lag raha tha niche khada woh aadiwasi uske dil ki dhadkan sun lega.
Woh dono tairti hui us canoe ke bilkul piche, patthar ki aat mein pahunch gaye.
Boat mein baitha aadiwasi mard doosri taraf—jungle ki taraf—dekh raha tha. Vikram ne Priya ko haath ke signal se wahin rukne ko kaha. Phir woh bilkul saap ki tarah chupke se paani mein utra aur piche se boat ke upar chadha.
Ek microsecond ke andar, Vikram ne apne ek khoon se lathe, muscular haath se us aadiwasi ka muh dabocha aur doosre haath se uski gardan ko piche se tightly lock kar diya.
*Mmmmph!*
Aadiwasi ne paagalpan se apne haath-paanv chalaye, Vikram ki arm par apne nakhun chubhaye, lekin Vikram ke andar ka mard is waqt aakhri jaan laga raha tha. Vikram ne use zordar jhatka de kar boat se niche paani mein patak diya. Aadiwasi paani mein gir kar chakkar khaya, uska sar patthar se takraya aur woh behosh ho kar paani mein doobne laga—chilla nahi sakka.
"Jaldi aaja, Priya! Kood ke andar aa!" Vikram ne dhiemi aawaaz mein chillate hue ishara kiya.
Priya ne bina ek second gawaaye patthar se kood kar boat mein chhalaang laga di. Vikram ne apne daanton se boat ki rope ko khainch kar toda aur apne dono haathon se boat ko shore se door gehre paani mein dhakelna shuru kiya.
Dono ne boat mein pade hue wooden paddles (chappu) aur ek lakdi ke tukde se paani ko behad tezi se piche dhakela. Canoe dhere-dheere shore se door open sea ki taraf phisalne lagi.
Lekin tabhi... piche shore par ek teekhi, garajti cheekh gunji.
Jungle se teen aadiwasi shikaari bahar nikal aaye the. Unhone apni boat ko paani par tairte aur un dono ko bhaagte hue dekh liya tha. Unhone apni bhasha mein ghor chillana shuru kar diya. Ek aadiwasi ne poori taqat se apna wooden spear unki taraf phenka!
*STAB!*
Spear boat ke bilkul paas, paani mein aakar gira—kuch hi inch se unka bachav hua.
"Aur tez, Priya! Poori taqat lagao!" Vikram ne haafte hue zordar chappu chalaya.
Priya apne dono haathon se lakdi ke tukde ko paani mein maar rahi thi, uski saans phool rahi thi, uske heavy D-cup breasts kapde ke neeche se tezi se ooper-neeche hil rahe the.
Tabhi... Priya ne ek behad ghabra dene wali baat notice ki.
Canoe ke neeche floor par paani jama hone laga tha. Aagay ki taraf ek chhota sa leak (ched) tha. Shayad aadiwasi mard ke sath struggle ke waqt boat kisi sharp rock se takra gayi thi, ya woh purani boat thi.
"Vikram! Dekho! Paani aa raha hai andar!" Priya ki aawaaz ghabrahat se phat gayi.
Vikram ne niche dekha. Leak chhota tha, par paani continuous andar aa raha tha. Vikram ne turant apne waist-cloth ke ek hisse ko faada aur use dabocha bana kar us ched mein thokna shuru kar diya. Priya ne bhi zameen se sookhi lakdi aur leaves utha kar us leak ko pack karne mein Vikram ki help ki.
Dono ke haath paani mein bheege hue the, boat open sea mein aage badh rahi thi, lekin andar paani ka level dhere-dheere badh raha tha.
Piche shore par khade aadiwasi helpless hokar chillate rahe. Unki doosri boat beach ke doosre kone par thi, isliye woh turant unka peecha nahi kar paye.
Vikram ne poori taqat laga kar us leak ko cloth aur sookhe patton se pack kar diya. Paani ka andar aana kafi hadd tak ruk gaya, par halki si seepage ab bhi jari thi.
"Abhi ke liye pack ho gaya hai," Vikram ne behad tezi se saans lete hue kaha. "Jab thoda aur door nikal jaayenge, toh ise aur better tareeqe se fix karenge."
Canoe ab open sea ke aazaad bahaav mein tair rahi thi. Piche woh doosra island ab dhere-dheere chhota hota ja raha tha. Priya ne piche mud kar dekha—aadiwasi shikaari ab bhi shore par khade the, lekin woh ab unke hath nahi aa sakte the.
Priya ne ek behad gehri, saans ghootne wali aah bhari. Uski aankhon mein rone ke sath-sath ek behad pyari relief ki chamak aayi—unhone maut ke muh se ek baar phir escape kar liya tha.
Boat ke andar sach mein thoda sa khana aur paani tha—teen-chaar taaza nariyal, janglee dried meat ke kuch tukde, aur bamboo ka paani ka container.
Vikram ne paani ke container ko khola aur use Priya ki taraf badhaya. "Pehle yeh paani peeo, Priya. Tera gale se aawaz nahi nikal rahi hai."
Priya ne dono haathon se container pakad kar paani peeya. Paani thanda aur meetha tha. Uski saans dhere-dheere normal hone lagi. Uske haath ab bhi kaamp rahe the, par uske andar ki khaufnak dehshat ab kam ho chuki thi.
Vikram ne boat ke us leak ko dubara check kiya. Usne dhere-dheere us ched ko majboot kapde se seal kiya taaki paani bilkul andar na aaye. Open sea par, ek chhotisi leaking canoe mein, do behad weak aur injured log.
Piche maut aur behurmati ka danger chhoot chuka tha...
Aage anjaan, endless samundar tha...
Lekin ab unke paas thoda sa khana tha, paani tha... aur ek doosre ke jism aur rooh ke siwa kuch nahi tha.