[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 ...

[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....

[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.

[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.

[Joker44]

Shaam ka waqt ho chuka tha.
Sooraj dhere-dheere samundar ki aakhri sarhad par doob raha tha, aasmaan par narangi, kaali aur khaufnak laal rangat bikhri hui thi. Tribal canoe ab bhi khule samundar ke aazaad bahaav mein aage badh rahi thi.
Vikram aur Priya lagataar boat ke us leak ko control karne ki aakhri koshish kar rahe the. Kapde aur sookhe patton ka banaya hua woh pack paani ke tez pressure se baar-baar dhila pad jata, paani andar aane lagta, aur phir dono mil kar use apne haathon se dobara andar thokte. Unke haath behad geele, thake hue aur thand se thar-thar kaamp rahe the.
"Boat mein paani aana kam ho gaya hai, par completely ruk nahi raha," Vikram ne haafte hue kaha, uske bare, muscular shoulders par pasina aur samundar ka paani chamak raha tha. "Continuous dhyan rakhna padega, nahi toh yeh canoe doob jaayegi."
Priya ne behad thaki hui aawaaz mein apna sar haan mein hilaaya. Usne thakan se peeth peeche khainchi aur jaise hi unke escape kiye hue raste par nazar daali... uska dil ekdam se baith gaya. Uski saans gale mein hi phans kar reh gayi.
Door, Horizon par ek chhoti si shape clear dikh rahi thi. Ek doosri tribal canoe. Woh bina ruke, continuous unka peecha kar rahi thi. Dheere-dheere, par ekdum pakke raste par.
"Vikram... dekh piche! Woh... woh log abhi bhi humare piche hain!" Priya ki aawaaz darr se phat gayi.
Vikram ne jhatke se mud kar dekha. Uske rugged, beard wale chehre par ek teekhi tension aa gayi. Usne zameen par pada hua lakdi ka tukda dabocha.
"Chappu... jo bhi haath mein hai, dabocho! Tez chalana hoga!"
Boat mein koi proper wooden oars nahi the—sirf ek tooti hui lakdi ka piece aur unke do nange haath. Dono ne apni bhasha aur darr ko bhool kar poori mardana aur auratana taqat se paani ko piche dhakelna shuru kiya. Canoe ki speed thodi tez hui, lekin leak ki wajah se woh pehle jaisi smooth aur fast nahi chal pa rahi thi. Paani andar dhere-dheere bhar raha tha. Priya ke shoulders aur thighs mein unbearable dard hone laga, par usne chappu marna band nahi kiya.
Thodi der baad, Vikram ne aage ki taraf ishara kiya, uski aawaaz mein ek sudden aashcharya tha.
"Wahan... aage dekho, Priya!"
Shaam ki dhundhli roshni mein thodi door ek vishalkay island nazar aa raha tha. Yeh pehle wale dono islands se kafi bada tha. Oonche-oonche ghane ped, vishalkay jungle, aur shore par bade-bade patthar. Door se dekhne par hi woh behad solid, mazboot aur resources se bhara hua lag raha tha.
"Wahan chalte hain," Vikram ne haafte hue kaha. "Yeh bada island hai. Shayad wahan fresh water aur khana better mil jaye."
Dono ne apni bhasha aur thakan ko bhool kar poori taqat laga di. Piche aane wali woh aadiwasi canoe abhi bhi dikh rahi thi, par ab unke beech ka distance thoda badh gaya tha. Priya ke dil mein saalon baad pehli baar ek sachhi, pyari umeed jag uthi—bada island... shayad wahan se koi rasta mil jaye jo unhe wapas Mumbai aur Arjun ke paas le jaye.
Lekin jaise hi unki boat us naye island ke kinare ke bilkul paas pahunchi, samundari mausam ne achanak ek khaufnak dhokha diya.
Pehle thandi hawa ki raftaar achanak toofani ho gayi. Neela aasmaan minute-on mein syah kaale badalon se ghir gaya. Ekdam se mukhla dhar heavy rain shuru ho gayi—baarish itni tez thi ki samundar par ek foot aage ka dikhna bhi namumkin ho gaya. Saath hi, samundar se 10-15 foot unchi khaufnak lehren uthne lagin.
Tribal canoe paani par kisi tinke ki tarah upar-neeche hilne-dullne lagi. Lehron ke zordar thapedon se boat mein paani bharne laga, aur neeche wala leak phat kar bada ho gaya.
"PAKDO TIGHT! PRIYA!" Vikram ne apni poori jaan laga kar cheekha.
Priya ne canoe ke wooden borders ko apne dono haathon se kas ke dabocha. Lehren uske upar toot rahi thin, uski sundress poori tarah bheege hue jism se chipak chuki thi, aur uske heavy D-cup breasts paani ke thapedon se rhythmic way mein hiltay ja rahe the. Baarish ke kankar jaise chhinte uske chehre par chubh rahe the. Boat itni tez hil rahi thi ki lag raha tha har agle second ulat jaayegi.
Vikram leak ko dabane ki aakhri koshish kar raha tha, par unchi lehron ke samne uski muscular strength bhi chhoti pad rahi thi.
Is poore khaufnak chaos aur toofaan mein... woh dono yeh notice nahi kar paaye ki piche aane wali woh aadiwasi canoe achanak ruk gayi thi. Un aadiwasiyon ne apni boat ki speed kam ki... aur dhere-dheere use wapas doosre island ki taraf mod diya.
Aadiwasi shikaari achhi tarah jaante the.
*Yeh tisra island unke clan ke liye 'Forbidden Island' (Manahit Ilaka) tha.*
Is island ke chaaro taraf samundar ke neeche sharp, nukteli rocks aur hidden coral reefs (chhupi hui chatanen) thin, jo kisi bhi boat ke wooden frame ko second-on mein phaad kar dooba deti thin. Mausam kharab hone par is island ke paas jana seedha maut ko bulawa dena tha.
Unke generations se chale aa rahe aadiwasi qanoon ke hisaab se, is island par sirf ek hi haalat mein qadam rakha ja sakta tha—*Purnima (Full Moon) ki raat*, jab samundar bilkul shaant hota tha aur aasmaan par chaand ki safed roshni reefs ko clear dikhati thi. Baaki dino mein, khas taur par is tarah ke toofani mausam mein, koi bhi aadiwasi is island ke paas jaane ki jurrat nahi karta tha.
Isliye un aadiwasiyon ne unka peecha chhod diya aur wapas laut gaye.
Lekin Vikram aur Priya ko is secret ke baare mein kuch pata nahi tha.
Woh sirf itna dekh pa rahe the ki samundari kinaara bilkul paas hai, aur unki boat paani se bhar kar doobne ki kagar par hai. Baarish, lehren aur lehron ka bahaav unhe khaufnak tarike se island ke pattharon ki taraf dhakel raha tha.



Vikram ne apne jism ki aakhri mardana taqat lagayi aur boat ko pattharon ke beech se kisi tarah retli beach ki taraf push kiya.

*BOOM!*
Ek vishalkay lehr ne unki canoe ko utha kar zordar dhang se zameen par patak diya. Boat aadhi toot gayi, aur paani se bhar gayi.
"UTAR! PRIYA! KINARE PAR BHAAGO!" Vikram ne cheekhte hue kah.
Dono ne toofani paani aur mukhla dhar baarish mein struggle karte hue boat se kooda aur ret par aakar apne jismon ko khainch kar aage le gaye. Boat ab aadhi ret mein aur aadhi doobi hui paani mein padi thi. Dono ke haath-paanv thand aur thakan se thar-thar kaamp rahe the, saansen phool rahi thin, aur jism poori tarah se bheega hua tha.
Priya ne geeli sand par baith kar piche mud kar dekha. Baarish aur kaale samundar ke alawa piche koi boat nazar nahi aa rahi thi.
Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ka haath dabocha. Uski aawaaz mein ek thaki hui relief thi: "Abhi ke liye... hum safe hain, Priya."
Lekin un dono ko zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki jis island par unhone qadam rakha tha... woh aadiwasiyon ka sabse khaufnak *Forbidden Island* tha.
Yeh ek aisa ilaka tha jahan shallow nukteli chatanen, dangerous waters aur anjaan khauf basa hua tha—jahan local aadiwasi bhi sirf Purnima ki raat aane ki jurrat karte the.
Ab woh dono yahan the—ek khaufnak toofani raat, ek doobti hui tooti boat, aur ek aisi zameen par jiska sach unki zindagi ko hamesha ke liye badal dene wala tha.


Boat se utarte hi thand ne unhe buri tarah jakad liya tha. Dono ke saare kapde bheege hue the aur jism thar-thar kaamp rahe the. Raat ka gehra andhera, mukhla dhar baarish aur ek anjaan, forbidden island—in sabhi cheezon ne mil kar unke andar ke khauf ko do-guna kar diya tha.
Vikram ne ek second gawaaye bina Priya ka haath pakda aur shore par bane bade-bade pattharon ke beech ek aisi jagah dhoondhi jahan baarish ke chhinte seedhe na aa sakein. Wahan ek chhote se dry patch par dono ne poori raat guzaari. Neend ka toh sawaal hi paida nahi hota tha. Jungle se aane wali har ek aahat par Vikram apne haath mein pakde us sharp wooden spear ko aur tightly dabocha leta. Priya uske bare, broad chest se poori raat chipki rahi, uski garam saansen Vikram ke shoulder par phisal rahi thin.
Subah jab sooraj nikla, toh mausam poori tarah se shaant ho chuka tha. Aasmaan bilkul saaf aur neela tha.
Dono ne dhere-dheere is naye island ko explore karna shuru kiya. Yeh island pehle dono islands se kafi bada aur lush green tha. Ghane ped, unchi pahadiyan, aur jab woh jungle ke thoda andar gaye... toh unhe ek saaf, shaffaf mitha paani ki lake (jheel) mili. Fresh water dekhte hi dono ki aankhen khushi se chamak uthin. Unhone paani mein chehra daal kar pet bhar kar paani peeya—mahino baad aisa saaf aur thanda paani unhe mila tha.
Thodi door jungle ke andar wild boars ke footprints bane hue the, aur pedon par chhote birds ki chahchahat aa rahi thi. Iska matlab tha ki yahan khana dhoondna baaki islands se kahin zyada asaan hone wala tha. Shore ke ek kone par unhe ek purane jahaz ya badi boat ka wreckage (malba) mil gaya. Usme se sookhi, majboot lakdiya, kuch rassi (ropes) aur ek-do iron containers nikal aaye.
"Yahan... yahan hum Lambay waqt tak survive kar sakte hain, Priya," Vikram ne saalon baad pehli baar apni aawaaz mein ek halki si umeed aur garmaahat ke sath kaha.
Priya ne lake ke paani se apne haath-mooh dhote hue sar haan mein hilaaya. "Haan, Vikram... yeh jagah pehle walo se kahin zyada shaant aur safe lag rahi hai."
Unhone bina waqt gawaaye usi din se apna naya aashiyana banana shuru kar diya. Vikram ne un purane wooden planks aur bamboo ki madad se lake ke paas hi ek behad strong aur bada hut banaya. Priya ne uski poori madad ki—sookhi ghass aur bade patton ko arrange karna, hut ke floor ko saaf karna. Khane ke liye Vikram ne jungle mein ek simple boar trap lagaya aur kuch taaza jungle ke fruits tode. Pehli baar saalon baad unke pet mein solid, aachha khana gaya tha.
Agle paanch-chhe din behad sukoon aur mehnat mein guzre.
Dino mein woh dono island ko aur zyada explore karte, apne hut ko aur behtar banate, aur aage ke liye khana store karte. Dimaag mein ek halki si alertness hamesha rehti ki kahin aadiwasi na aa jayein... lekin yahan koi nahi aaya. Unhe nahi pata tha ki yeh *Forbidden Island* tha, isliye aadiwasi iski sarhadon se door hi rehte the.
Lekin raaton mein... mahol bilkul alag hi roop lene laga tha.
Ab extreme starvation aur maut ka darr khatam ho chuka tha, isliye pehle wali woh laachhari ya majboori thodi kam hone lagi thi. Lekin us majboori ke khatam hote hi, unke beech ek behad teekha, mard-aurat ka aakarshan (attraction) ubhar kar samne aa gaya tha.
Din mein kaam karte waqt agar accidental touch hota, toh dono ek second ke liye freeze ho jaate. Priya jab lake par kapde dhone ya paani lene jhukti, toh Vikram ki kaali, gehri nazrein uske bhari-bhari D-cup breasts aur uski patli waist ke curves par tiki rehtin. Priya bhi ab Vikram ki broad chest, uske muscular biceps aur uski protective nature ko dekh kar andar hi andar ek ajeeb sa nasha feel karti thi.
Raat ko hut ke andar sote waqt, ab woh pehle se kahin zyada qareeb aur azaadi se sote. Priya apna sar Vikram ke bare chest par rakhti, aur Vikram ka ek bhaari haath Priya ki patli waist ke soft curve par rehta. Dono achhi tarah jaante the ki ab yeh sirf basic survival nahi raha... unke jism ek doosre ke pyaar aur hawas ke mohaj ban chuke the.
Priya ke dimaag mein kabhi-kabhi guilt ki halki si kiran aati—uske pati Raj ka chehra, uska beta Arjun... Lekin jab Vikram use apni strong baahon mein pakadta, uske zakhmon ka khayal rakhta, uske liye shikaar karta... toh Priya ka dil aur jism poori tarah se pighal jata.
Panchvi raat **Purnima (Full Moon)** ki thi.
Poora island chodhvi ke chaand ki dhoodhiya safed roshni mein jagmaga raha tha. Samundar bilkul shaant tha, aur hawa mein jungle ke phoolon ki mithi mehak ghuli hui thi.
Priya hut ke bahar ek bade patthar par baithi hui thi, uske haath mein waterproof pouch se nikala hua woh black walkie-talkie tha. Chaand ki roshni uske 42 saal ke voluptuous jism par pad rahi thi, jis se uske D-cup breasts aur uski gori neck behad khoobsurat chamak rahe the. Usne frequency dial ghumaya aur dhere-dheere bolna shuru kiya, jaise woh har raat karti thi:
"Arjun... mera bacha... Mumma ek naye island par hai. Yeh bohot bada aur safe hai... Yahan saaf paani hai, khana bhi mil raha hai. Vikram... woh abhi bhi mere sath hai beta. Woh mera bohot khayal rakhta hai, mujhe protect karta hai... Main bilkul theek hoon Arjun. Tum tension mat lena... Papa ko bolna main zinda hoon..."
Priya ki aawaaz behad soft, mithi aur emotional thi.
Tabhi... achanak uske seene mein ek teekhi, garajti hui paining lehr uthi. Uske dono D-cup breasts continuos rich food aur hormonal changes ki wajah se ek baar phir se behad bhari, tight aur doodh se poori tarah bhar chuke the. Saalon se chhooti hui nursing ki wajah se, breasts ka pressure behad tez ho gaya tha.
Priya ke honton se ek involuntary, dard-bhari soft sound nikli: *"Ahhh... kitna dard ho raha hai... Mmmm..."*
Vikram hut ke andar se bahar nikal kar aaya. Usne ek nazar mein Priya ke un bhari breasts aur uski nam aankhon ko dekh kar sab samajh liya. Bina koi faltu baat kiye, Vikram dhere se Priya ke piche aakar patthar par baith gaya. Usne Priya ko apne bare, broad chest ka sahara diya, aur apne haathon se uske jute ke kapde ko neeche saraka diya.
Priya ke dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts chaandni ki safed roshni mein poori tarah khul gaye—garam, suje hue, tight, aur nipples par safed doodh ke drops chamak rahe the.
Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ke right breast ko apne haath mein liya, aur apne garam, choude honton ko uske dark-brown nipple par set karke deep, slow aur hungry pulls se doodh peena shuru kar diya.
*Schluurrrpp... Schluurrrpp...*
Priya ke honton se turant ek behad rasili, arousing moan nikal gayi: *"Mmmhh... ahh... Vikram... dhere..."*
Vikram ne apne left haath se Priya ke left breast ko neeche se dabocha, uske thumb se left erect nipple ko gently press kiya, jabki muh se right breast ka doodh poori shiddat se choos raha tha.
Priya ki rasili siskiyan aur moans us chaandni raat mein phailne lagin—halki, continuous, aur ab poori tarah se uncontrollable: *"Mmmhh... ahh... dhere... AHHH... Mmmm..."*
Priya ka walkie-talkie abhi bhi uske kaampte haath mein tha... aur uska microphone poori tarah ON tha.
Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke us 3BHK flat ke dark room mein.
19 saal ka Arjun usi waqt apne bed par baitha hua walkie-talkie ko kaan se lagaye hue tha. Achanak... static noise clear hui aur uski maa ki behad saaf, pyari aawaaz speaker se bahar aayi:
*...naye island par hai... Vikram... protect karta hai... main theek hoon beta...*
Arjun ka dil seene mein kisi paagal janwar ki tarah dhadakne laga. Usne jhatke se volume knob ko FULL par ghuma diya.
Phir... usne speaker se aane wali agli aawaaz suni:
*"Ahh... kitna dard ho raha hai..."*
Uske turant baad... ek behad clear, wet aur deep sucking sound gunji—*Schluurrrpp... Schluurrrpp...*
And then... uski apni sagi maa ki behad rasili, arousing aur shiddat se bhari moans speaker par live bajne lagin:
*"Mmmhh... ahh... Vikram... dhere... AHHH... Mmmm..."*
Arjun ke haath thar-thar kaampne lage. Uski aankhon se garma-garam aansu nikal kar uske gaalon par behne lage.
Lekin... usi microsecond mein... ek behad khaufnak aur ganda haadsa hua. Uski maa ki un rasili siskiyon aur sucking sounds ko sun kar... Arjun ka apna lund uske shorts ke andar bina kisi control ke poori tarah se rock-hard ho kar khada ho gaya!
Trauma, gehra darr, behad confusion, aur ek behad dirty, unwanted sexual arousal—in sabhi cheezon ne Arjun ke dimaag ko ek saath phad kar rakh diya. Uska apna jism apni hi maa ki moans par react kar raha tha!
Arjun ke hont kaampe, usne rone aur ghabrahat ke beech dhere se badbadaaya:
"Mumma... yeh kya... yeh wahan kya ho raha hai...? Aap... aap uske sath kya kar rahi ho Mumma...?"
Lekin doosri taraf... island par Priya ko apne bete ki yeh toot i hui aawaaz bilkul sunai nahi di. Device ka speaker weak tha, aur woh is waqt Vikram ke muh ki garmi, uske honton ki chusayi aur apni hi rasili moans ke nashe mein poori tarah khoyi hui thi.
Arjun ne us walkie-talkie ko apne dono haathon se kas ke pakad liya. Uski aankhon se behad tezi se aansu beh rahe the, lekin uska lund uski shorts ke piche ekdam tight aur erect tha. Woh samajh nahi pa raha tha ki woh apni maa ke is paap par roye... ya apne hi jism ke is gande reaction par sharminda ho.
Us raat, Purnima ki chaandni mein...
Ek taraf island par maa apne naye protector ke muh mein apna doodh pilate hue rasili moans nikaal rahi thi...
Aur doosri taraf hazaron miles door, uska beta woh moans sun raha tha—dil poori tarah se toota hua, aur jism gande tarike se betray karta hua.






Pandrah din guzar chuke the us Forbidden Island par.

Is bade, lush green island ne unhe zindagi aur sukoon ki ek aisi kiran di thi jisne unke jismon aur dimaag ko badal kar rakh diya tha. Shiddat bhari bhookh (starvation) ab poori tarah se khatam ho chuki thi. Saaf mitha paani, lake se milne wali taaza machhliyan, jungle ke taaza fruits aur Vikram ke boar trap se milne wale solid meat ne unke jismon ko phir se pehle jaisa taja-dam kar diya tha.
Priya ke 42 saal ke mature jism par pehle wala gora, rasila glow wapas aa gaya tha. Starvation se jo uska jism sukh gaya tha, ab usne halka sa weight gain kar liya tha—uske soft, voluptuous curves phir se fill hone lage the. Uski patli kamar, uski choudee rounded hips aur uske heavy D-cup breasts ab aur bhi zyada aakarshak, ripe aur arousing lagne lage the.
Vikram ke 6'2" ke muscular frame par bhi uski purani solid, chattan jaisi strength wapas aa chuki thi. Uski broad chest, uske biceps aur uski beard wala rugged face ab kisi trained jungle king jaisa dikhta tha. Dono ke chehron se maut aur bhookh ka khauf poori tarah mita chuka tha.
Aur sabse badi baat—ab woh is island par poori tarah se safe feel karne lage the. Koi aadiwasi yahan nahi aaya tha. Yeh island ab unka apna ek chhota sa aashiyana ban chuka تھا۔
Us subah, sunoah ki mulayam sunehri roshni jab jungle ke ghane pedon se chhan kar aayi, Priya ne decide kiya ki woh aaj mitha paani ki lake par ja kar poori tarah se nahaayegi. Saalon se chal rahe is khaufnak sangharsh ke baad, uske jism ko taazgi ki behad zaroorat thi.
Usne hut ke bahar aag sambhaal rahe Vikram se kaha, "Main... main lake par ja rahi hoon nahaane. Thodi der mein laut aungi."
Vikram ne apni kaali, gehri aankhon se use dekha aur ek halka sa nod kiya. Uski nazrein Priya ke un haseen curves par ek second ke liye tikin, par usne kuch nahi bola.
Priya jungle ke beech se hoti hui us shaffaf, saaf lake ke kinare pahunchi.
Purnima ke baad subah ki soft light paani ke shaffaf aine par gir kar chamak rahi thi. Priya ne lake ke kinare khade hokar, ek-ek karke apne jism par se un phate hue kapdon ko utaar kar zameen par rakh diya.
Priya ab bilkul, poori tarah se nangi thi.
Uska 42 saal ka mature, gora aur voluptuous jism subah ki roshni mein kisi khoobsurat apsara jaisa chamak raha tha. Usne dhere-dheere apne gore paanv lake ke thande, mitha paani mein rakhe. Paani uske takhno se hota hua uski gori thighs tak aaya. Priya ne ek gehri, sukoon bhari saans li aur paani mein aur deep chali gayi—jab tak ki paani uski patli waist aur uske heavy breasts ke neeche tak nahi aa gaya.
Priya ne apne lambe, kaale baalon ko khol kar paani mein bheego diya. Usne apne dono haathon mein paani bhar kar apne gale, apni collarbone aur apne un heavy, rasile D-cup breasts par dala. Uske breasts paani ke chhinte lagte hi aur zyada tight aur erect ho gaye. Usne apne haathon se apne flat pet, apni gori thighs aur unke beech ki wet, soft jagah ko behad sukoon se saaf kiya. Paani uski smooth, gori skin par motiyon ki tarah phisal raha tha.
Woh paani ke beechon-beech khadi thi, apni aankhen kas ke band kiye hue, saalon baad mili is aazaadi aur taazgi ko feel kar rahi thi...
Tabhi... usne paani ke andar aur sand par kisi ke aane ki aahat suni—Splsshh... Splsshh...





Priya ne jhatke se apni aankhen kholin.

Vikram lake ke kinare khada tha. Uski kaali, gehri aur aag jaisi bhookhi nazrein Priya ke us nange, gore aur paani se bheege hue jism par tiki hui thin. Usne Priya ko poori tarah se nange dekh liya tha.
Priya ka poora jism sharm aur ek teekhe jhatke se kaamp utha. Usne turant apne dono haathon ko cross karke apne heavy D-cup breasts ko dabocha aur apni thighs ko aapas mein chipka kar apne lower part ko chhupane ki nakam koshish ki. Lekin lake ka paani itna shaffaf aur saaf tha ki paani ke andar se bhi uske gore jism ka har ek curve bilkul clear dikh raha tha.
Vikram ne ek lafz bhi nahi bola. Usne apne waist-cloth ko utaar kar kinare par patak diya.
Vikram ab khud poori tarah se nanga tha. Uska 6'2" ka muscular, rugged jism aur uske thighs ke beech dangling karta hua uska thick, heavy erection poori tarah khula hua tha. Vikram ne dhere-dheere lake ke thande paani mein qadam rakha aur Priya ki taraf badhna shuru kiya.
Splsshh... Splsshh...
Priya ki saans uske gale mein hi phans kar reh gayi. Uska dil seene mein kisi dhol ki tarah pitne laga. Usne piche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin uske paanv lake ki ret mein jam chuke the.
Vikram dhere-dheere aage badhta hua, bilkul Priya ke samne aakar khada ho gaya. Paani unki waist tak tha. Dono ke nange jismon ke beech ab sirf do inch ka faasla tha. Vikram ke jism se aati raw mardana garmi paani ke thandak ko mita rahi thi.
Priya ne apni nazrein neeche jhuka kar rakhin. Uske dono haath ab bhi uske heavy breasts ko tightly dabocha hue the.
Vikram ne dhere se apni gehri, garajti aur arousing aawaaz mein kaha:
"Priya... meri taraf dekho."
Priya ne kaampte hue dhere se apni nam aankhen uthayin. Vikram ki kaali, gehri aankhon mein ek behad gehra, hungry, par sath hi ek behad sincere mardana jazba chamak raha tha.
"Hum is island par pichle pandrah dino se hain, Priya," Vikram ne behad low, firm voice mein bolna shuru kiya. "Aur meri zindagi ke... 12 saalon baad pehli baar maine kisi aurat ko chhua hai, kisi ke jism ko feel kiya hai. Phir tu meri zindagi mein aayi. Humne sath mein maut dekhi, aadiwasiyon ka khauf dekha, extreme bhookh dekhi... sab kuch face kiya hai."
Vikram thoda aur aage jhuk gaya. Uski garam saans Priya ke wet honton se takranay lagi.
"Aur is sab ke beech... jo humare jismon ke beech hua—tera woh doodh, tera woh mera lund chusna, tera mera cum nigalna, aur teri woh rasili moans... Hum dono jaante hain ki woh sirf bhookh nahi thi, Priya. Tera jism mujhe chahta hai, aur mera jism tujhe chahta hai."
Priya ke hont kaampe. Uske gaalon par garma-garam aansu behne lage. Usne apne breasts par se apne haath nahi hataye.
"Main jaanta hoon tu mujhe attract karti hai, Priya," Vikram ne aage kaha, uski aawaaz mein ek chattan jaisi mardana zid thi. "Yahan koi bahar ki duniya nahi hai, Priya. Koi rules nahi hain, koi qanoon nahi hai. Main chahta hoon ki tu meri ho jaye. Meri aurat. Meri biwi. Hum is island par bina kisi pandit ya shadi ke, apne dil se ek doosre ke 'husband-wife' ban sakte hain. Main tujhe protect karunga, tujhe rani bana kar rakhunga... Tu bas meri ho ja, Priya."
Vikram ke yeh lafz Priya ke dil aur jism par kisi pighle hue sone ki tarah gire. Uska dil zordar dhang se dhadak raha tha. Uske samne yeh 6'2" ka strong, hero mard khada tha jisne use har maut se bachaya tha. Uska jism is mard par kitni baar respond kar chuka tha... Lekin usi microsecond mein... Priya ke dimaag mein uske pati Raj ka chehra aaya. Uske 19 saal ke bete Arjun ki pyari smile aayi. Uska Mumbai ka ghar, uski sanskriti, uski pehchaan...
Priya ne rone ke beech behad shiddat se apna sar nakar mein hilaaya:
"Nahi... nahi Vikram... main yeh nahi kar sakti!" Priya ki aawaaz rone se phat gayi, usne apni nazrein piche khainchne ki koshish ki. "Main... main kisi aur ki biwi hoon! Maine Raj ke sath saat phere liye hain! Mera ek 19 saal ka beta hai Arjun... Main unhe nahi bhool sakti, Vikram! Main yeh sab nahi chahti... mujhe mere ghar wapas jaana hai! Mujhe mere bete ke paas jaana hai!"
Priya ne foot-foot kar rona shuru kar diya.
Vikram ne Priya ke un lafzon ko suni. Usne dekha ki Priya ke muh se 'Nahi' nikal raha hai, par uski aankhon mein ek behad gehra mardana aakarshan aur struggle chamak raha tha.
Vikram ne bina ek lafz bole, apne dono bade, rough haathon ko aage badhaya aur Priya ke haathon ko uske heavy breasts par se gently hata diya.
Ah!
Priya ka poora nanga, gora jism ab paani ke andar aur bahar Vikram ke samne poori tarah se khula hua tha.
Vikram ne aage badh kar apne dono haathon ko Priya ki patli, wet waist par rakha aur use zordar dhang se khainch kar apne nange jism se poori tarah chipka liya.
FLUSH!
Priya ke dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts Vikram ke solid, muscular chest par tightly press ho gaye. Vikram ka rock-hard, lamba aur thick erection paani ke andar seedha Priya ke flat, gore pet aur uski wet, soft chut par press ho gaya.
Priya ke honton se ek behad rasili, arousing gasp nikli: "Ahhh... Vikram...!" Lekin usne piche hatne ki koi koshish nahi ki.
Vikram ne Priya ke wet honton ke bilkul paas apna chehra laya. "Tu jo muh se bol rahi hai, Priya... woh tera dimaag aur tera guilt bol raha hai. Lekin tera yeh nanga jism... yeh mere liye sulag raha hai."
Aur uske turant baad... Vikram ne apne honton ko Priya ke wet, kaampte hue honton par dabocha aur use ek behad gehari, hungry aur passionate KISS kar liya.
Mmmmmmm...!
Yeh unke beech pehli poori tarah se intentional, mardana aur arousing kiss thi. Vikram ne Priya ke lower lip ko apne daanton se halka sa dabaaya, aur apni garam tongue ko Priya ke muh ke andar ghusa kar uske swaad ko choosna shuru kar diya.
Priya ne pehle do second ke liye ghabra kar resist karne ki koshish ki, par agle hi pal... uska 42 saal ka mature jism poori tarah se pighal gaya. Priya ne apne dono haath Vikram ke broad, muscular shoulders par lapet liye aur Vikram ki is deep kiss ka poori shiddat se jawab dena shuru kar diya!
Mmmph... Slurp... Mmmm...
Lake ke shaffaf paani ke beech, unke nange jism ek doosre se lipte hue the. Vikram ki tongue Priya ki tongue se takraa rahi thi, aur Vikram ke haath paani ke andar Priya ke soft, rounded ass ko dabocha kar use apne rock-hard erection par aur kas ke press kar rahe the.
Kai minutes tak yeh behad hot, wet aur passionate kiss chalti rahi.
Jab dono saans lene ke liye ek doosre se alag hue, toh dono ki saansen behad tez chal rahi thin. Priya ke hont swollen aur laal ho chuke the, aur uski aankhen mardana hawas aur aakarshan se nam thin.
Priya ab bhi Vikram ke nange jism se poori tarah chipki hui thi, uski D-cup breasts Vikram ke ribs par pressed the. Usne rone aur haafte hue Vikram ke chest par apna sar tika diya.
"Main... main muh se 'Haan' nahi keh sakti, Vikram..." Priya ne behad dhiemi, rasili aawaaz mein kaha. "Please... mujhe force mat karo... Main behad confuse hoon... main apne pati aur bete ke liye behad guilty feel kar rahi hoon... Lekin... lekin main tujhe apne jism se door bhi nahi kar pa rahi hoon..."
Vikram ne Priya ke maathe par apna forehead tika diya. Usne Priya ke nange jism ko apni baahon mein aur kas liya.
"Main tujhe force nahi karunga, Priya," Vikram ne behad low, garajti aawaaz mein kaha. "Lekin main ab rukne wala bhi nahi hoon. Tu dekhna... ek din tu khud apne muh se meri banegi. Tera yeh jism pehle hi mera ho chuka hai... ab tera dil bhi dhere-dheere mera hi hoga."
Priya ne apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin.
Lake ke thande paani mein unke nange jism ab bhi ek doosre se poori tarah se lipte hue the. Vikram ke kiss ka taste ab bhi Priya ke honton par lapat raha tha. Guilt uske dil mein aag ki tarah sulag raha tha... Lekin uske jism ke andar ek behad garam, dangerous aur forbidden satisfaction phail chuki thi.
Woh dono us shaffaf lake ke paani mein khade rahe—ek doosre ke nange jismon se lipte hue, confused, aag mein jalte hue... aur ek aisi sarhad ke bilkul kinare par khade, jo ab kisi bhi pal poori tarah se tootne wali thi.




Ek poora mahina guzar gaya tha us Forbidden Island par.

Is ek mahine ke lambe arse mein is chhote se sansar ki poori kaya hi badal chuki thi. Dono ke jism ab poori tarah se healthy, strong aur pehle se kahin zyada aakarshak ho chuke the.
Regular mitha paani, lake se milne wali taaza machhliyan, jungle ke rasile fruits aur Vikram ke dwara kiye gaye shikaar ne unke andar ki weakness ko poori tarah mita diya tha.
Priya ke 42 saal ke mature jism par pehle wala gora, rasili glow poori tarah laut aaya tha. Uski skin ekdam saaf aur chamakdar ho chuki thi, uske lambe kaale baal ab uski kamar tak lehraate the, aur uske soft, voluptuous curves—uski patli waist, uske choudee rounded hips aur uske bhari D-cup breasts—pehle se bhi zyada ripe aur arousing ho chuke the.
Vikram ke 6'2" ke muscular body ne bhi apni purani solid, chattan jaisi shape pakad li thi. Uska broad chest, uske biceps aur uski beard wala rugged face ab kisi jungle ke predator jaisa lagta tha.
Hut ko ab ek behad strong, mazboot aashiyane mein badal diya gaya tha. Aag surakshit thi, khana store ho raha tha, aur bahar se aadiwasiyon ka koi danger nahi aaya tha. Is Forbidden Island ne unhe poori tarah se sw स्वीकार kar liya tha.
Lekin is suraksha aur sehat ke sath... unke beech ek behad ajeeb, teekha aur tanaav-bhara faasla bhi aa gaya tha.
Lake wale us gehre proposal aur passionate kiss wale din ke baad se, Priya ne andar hi andar ghabra kar Vikram se ek intentional, soch-samajh kar distance bana li thi.
Woh Vikram ke sath din mein kaam karti, uske liye khana banati, lake se paani laati... lekin raat ko hut ke andar sote waqt ab woh pehle jaisi usse tightly nahi chipakti thi. Woh apne aur Vikram ke beech ek invisible sarhad banaye rakhti. Unki baat-cheet behad limited ho chuki thi. Jab kabhi unki nazrein aapas mein miltin, toh Priya turant apni nam aankhen neeche jhuka leti.
Guilt uske andar kisi zehrili aag ki tarah sulag raha tha. Lake par Vikram ke dwara diya gaya woh deep kiss, uski garam tongue ka swaad, uske woh lafz—"Main chahta hoon tu meri ho jaye... Meri biwi..."—sab kuch Priya ke dimaag mein din-raat ghoomte rehte. Uska jism Vikram ko chahta hai, yeh baat woh khud se bhi chhupa nahi pa rahi thi... Lekin uska sanskar, uska pati Raj aur uska beta Arjun use yeh faisla lene se rok rahe the.



Vikram Priya ke is badle hue vyavahar aur distance ko behad saaf taur par feel kar raha tha. Aur uske andar ki saalon se soyi hui mardana bhookh din-ba-din behad tezi se badhti ja rahi thi.

Ek dopahar, unhone is island se nikalne ki aakhri koshish ki.
Vikram ne kai dinon ki mehnat ke baad us purani, tooti hui tribal canoe ko jaise-taise repair kiya tha. Dono ne mil kar us boat ko paani mein dhakela. Lekin jaise hi boat shore se thodi door gehre paani mein gayi, woh samundar ke neeche chhupi hui sharp coral reefs (chatanon) mein ja kar atak gayi.
Neeche itne teekhe aur ghane corals the ki woh boat ki lakdi ko chhinne lage. Boat na aage badh sakti thi, aur na hi piche aa sakti thi. Vikram ne paani mein kood kar gehraai mein ja kar dekha—is poore island ke chaaro taraf samundar ke neeche sharp corals ki ek vishalkay ring bani hui thi.
Vikram paani se bahar nikla, uska chehra behad gambhir aur thaka hua tha. Usne shore par khadi Priya se kaha:
"Hum yahan permanently atak gaye hain, Priya. Yeh island chaaro taraf se teekhe coral reefs se ghera hua hai. Koi bhi chhoti boat ya wooden raft yahan se bahar nahi nikal sakti... aur koi badi ship is island ke paas nahi aa sakti kyunki woh reefs se takra kar doob jaayegi. Isliye yeh island Forbidden tha."
Priya ka chehra ekdam se gir gaya. Uski saans atak gayi. "Matlab... hum... hum kabhi yahan se bahar nahi ja sakte? Hum hamesha ke liye yahan phans gaye hain?!"
Vikram ne behad dhiemi, garajti aawaaz mein apna sar haan mein hilaaya. "Haan. Walkie-talkie par bhi koi response nahi hai. Bahar ki duniya se is island ka har ek link toot chuka hai. Koi hume dhoondne nahi aayega, Priya... Kabhi nahi."
Yeh kadwa sach dono ke dimaag mein kisi pathar ki tarah baith gaya. Woh hamesha ke liye is sunsaan island par akele the.
Us din ke baad se, Vikram ka behaviour aur uski aankhon ki chamak dhere-dheere badalne lagi. Uske andar ki suppressed mardana urges ab wapas poore force ke sath ubharne lagin. 12 saalan ke lambe arse ke baad, ek itni khoobsurat, ripe aur rasili 42 saal ki mature aurat uske samne thi—jisne use apna milk pilaya tha, jisne uska gaadha cum nigala tha, jisne use lake par passionate kiss ka jawab diya tha... Aur ab wohi aurat usse door bhaag rahi thi.
Yeh baat Vikram ke andar ke mard ko paagal kar rahi thi. Usne apne dimaag mein yeh faisla kar liya tha—woh Priya ko har haal mein apna banaye-ga. Chaahe dhere-dheere, chaahe kisi bhi tarah. Woh use kisi bhi keemat par khona nahi chahta tha.
Isi dopahar, Vikram jungle ke ek behad ghane aur anjaan hisse mein gaya. Uske dimaag mein continuously yahi plan chal raha tha ki kaise Priya ki resistance ko toda jaye, kaise use wapas apne jism ke qareeb laya jaye.
Chalte-chalte, usne ek ghani jhadhi par ajeeb se berries (phal) dekhe. Woh laal-kaale rang ke, chhote aur rasile the. Vikram ne is island par aise berries pehle kabhi nahi dekhe the. Usne socha ki shayad yeh koi naye jungle fruits hain jo jism ko energy denge. Usne 8-10 berries tod kar apne muh mein daal liye. Unka taste behad meetha aur teekha tha. Usne kuch aur berries tod kar apne paas rakh liye.
Vikram ko zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki woh berries kya the.
Woh is Forbidden Island par ugne wale ek behad rare aur dangerous wild aphrodisiac berries the. Purane zamane mein aadiwasi unhe "Aag ke Phal" kehte the. Khaane ke baad, woh insani jism ke andar ek behad uncontrollable, teekhi mardana hawas (sexual arousal) paida kar dete the—kisi jungli janwar ki tarah. Unhe khane ke baad dimaag ka control poori tarah mita jata tha, aur jism mein sirf ek hi bhookh bachti thi—Chudai aur Aurat par Kabza (Possession). Iska effect shaam hote-hote apne peak par pahunchta tha.
Vikram ne un berries ko bina jaane kha liya tha.
Us raat Purnima (Full Moon) thi.
Aasmaan par poora chaand nikal aaya tha, aur poora island chodhvi ke chaand ki safed, sunehri roshni mein naha raha تھا.
Priya hut ke bahar ek bade patthar par baithi hui thi, uske haath mein wahi black walkie-talkie tha. Pichle ek mahine se woh lagbhag har raat is par bolne ki koshish karti thi. Aaj bhi usne power switch ON kiya aur dhere-dheere bolna shuru kiya, jaise woh apne bete se nahi, balki khud se baat kar rahi ho:
"Arjun... mera bacha... aaj phir se ek poora mahina guzar gaya hai beta. Main ab bhi is anjaan island par hoon. Yahan se bahar nikalna namumkin hai... Vikram kehta hai ki ab koi hume bachane nahi aayega. Main... main behad confuse hoon Arjun. Kabhi lagta hai main hamesha ke liye yahin reh jaungi... Kabhi lagta hai main Vikram ke behad paas ja rahi hoon... jo ki behad galat hai. Main tumhare Papa ko aur tumhe kabhi nahi bhool sakti Arjun... Lekin... lekin pata nahi main kya karoon..."
Priya ki aawaaz behad emotional, soft aur rone wali thi.
Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke us 3BHK flat ke dark room mein.
19 saal ka Arjun apne bed par leta hua walkie-talkie ko kaan se chipkaye hue tha. Uski maa ki saaf, emotional aawaaz sunte hai uska dil seene mein zordar dhang se dhadakne laga. Woh bina koi aawaaz kiye chup-chap sun raha tha—uski maa ki laachhari, uska akele-pan ka dard, aur uska us anjaan mard Vikram ke baare mein sochna.
Arjun ki aankhon se garma-garam aansu nikal rahe the... Lekin uske jism ke andar ek behad khaufnak aur ganda khayal ghar kar gaya tha. Usne apni maa ke lafz sune—"Main uske paas ja rahi hoon..."—aur Arjun ke dimaag mein ek ekdam saaf, ganda picture ban gaya: Uski sagi maa ab us anjaan mard ke sath physical relation banane wali hai... Woh uske sath mate karne wali hai.
Is khayal ke aate hi, Arjun ka apna lund uske shorts ke piche ekdam rock-hard ho kar khada ho gaya. Traumatic shock aur ek behad dirty, cuckold-style arousal ne uske jism ko jaise jakad liya tha.
Wahin, Forbidden Island par... Vikram jungle ke raste se hut ki taraf wapas laut raha tha.
Un wild berries ka zehrila, aag jaisa asar ab Vikram ke poore jism mein charhne laga tha. Uska khoon ragon mein pighle hue lohe ki tarah daud raha tha. Uska thick, lamba lund uske waist-cloth ke piche bina kisi touch ke hi poori tarah se rock-hard, pulsing aur fhatne ki kagaar par aa chuka tha.
Vikram ke dimaag se sanskar, morals, aur civilized hone ki saari paratein mit chuki thin. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi picture thi—Priya ka nanga jism, uske bhari D-cup breasts, uske wet hont, uska chusa hua muh, aur uski gori, rasili chut.
Uske chalne mein ab kisi insaan ki nahi, balki ek bhookhe, paagal jungle predator ki tezi thi. Woh hut ki taraf badh raha tha, uski kaali aankhon mein ek behad dark, hungry aur uncontrollable hawas chamak rahi thi.
Chodhvi ki chaandni raat thi...
Priya walkie-talkie par apne bete se baat karti hui rone ke kagar par thi...
Mumbai mein Arjun doosri taraf apni maa ki chudai hone ke khayal se kaamp raha tha...
Aur Vikram... ab woh sharafat aur control wala mard nahi raha tha.
Aaj raat, is Forbidden Island par ek aisa toofaan aane wala tha jise koi nahi rok sakta tha.



Chodhvi ki chaandni poori tarah se Forbidden Island par phaili hui thi. Purnima ki yeh shaffaf, sunehri raat poore jungle aur samundar ko ek dhoodhiya safed chaadar se naha rahi thi.

Priya hut ke bahar ek bade, samthal patthar par baithi hui thi, uske haath mein wahi black marine walkie-talkie tha. Is baar aasmaan saaf hone ki wajah se device ki frequency pehle se kahin zyada clear aur strong lag rahi thi.
Priya ne mic ka button dabocha aur dhere-dheere bolna shuru kiya, jaise woh har raat karti thi:
"Arjun... mera bacha... aaj signal bohot clear lag raha hai beta. Mumma ki aawaaz sunai de rahi hai kya...? Main ab bhi yahin hoon Arjun... Is island se bahar nikalna namumkin hai... Main..."
Tabhi... uske piche sookhe patton aur sand par kisi ke bhaari, teez kadmon ki aahat hui—Thud! Thud!
Priya ne jhatke se piche mud kar dekha.
Vikram khada tha. Purnima ki chaandni mein uska 6'2" ka muscular frame ek bilkul alag, khaufnak roop mein dikh raha tha—uska chest phoola hua tha, uski saansen behad bhaari, tez aur garajti hui nikal rahi thin, aur uski kaali aankhon mein ek behad dark, uncontrollable aur jaanlewa mardana hawas (animalistic hunger) chamak rahi thi.
Wild aphrodisiac berries ka zehrila asar ab Vikram ke khoon mein apne pure peak par pahunch chuka tha. Uska dimaag poori tarah se sunn ho chuka tha, aur uske waist-cloth ke piche uska thick, vishalkay erection pehle se hi kapde ko phad kar bahar aane ko beqaraar dikh raha tha.
Vikram ne bina koi b भूमिका banaye, dhere-dheere aage badhte hue, apni garajti, bhari aawaaz mein kaha:
"Priya... Main aakhri baar tujhse poocha raha hoon. Meri ban ja. Meri aurat. Meri biwi. Is island par humare apne tribal riwaaj se... Ab bahar ki koi duniya nahi bachi hai, Priya. Koi Raj nahi hai, koi samaj nahi hai. Sirf main hoon aur tu hai."
Priya ne ghabra kar zameen se uth kar piche hatne ki koshish ki. Uske chehre par gehra darr aur ek teekhi firmness dono ek sath jhalak rahe the. Usne apna sar shiddat se nakar mein hilaaya:



Vikram... main tujhe pehle bhi bol chuki hoon! Yeh nahi ho sakta! Main kisi ki shadi-shuda biwi hoon, mere saat phere hue hain! Mera ek 19 saal ka beta hai Arjun... Main... main yeh paap nahi kar sakti, Vikram! Mujhe chhod do!"

Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke us dark 3BHK room mein.
Arjun ke walkie-talkie par pichle ek mahine mein pehli baar signal itna saaf, crisp aur clear aaya tha. Usne apni maa ka ek-ek lafz aur Vikram ki woh garajti hui mardana aawaaz bilkul saaf sun li.
Arjun ka poora jism bijli ke jhatke se kaamp utha. Uski aankhen khauf aur paagalpan se phat gayin. Usne apni poori jaan laga kar microphone ka button dabocha aur poore kamre mein chillaya:
"MUMMA! MUMMA US AADMI SE DOOR HATO! MAIN AAPKO BACHAUNGA MUMMA! MUMMA SUNO MERI AAWAZ! DOOR HATO USSE! WOH SHAI TAAN HAI!"
Lekin doosri taraf... island par Priya ke walkie-talkie ka speaker weak hone aur signal ke one-way hone ki wajah se Arjun ki yeh cheekhein island tak nahi pahunch sakin. Priya ko speaker par sirf thanda static bajta hua sunai diya: ssshhhhh... Usne socha ki har baar ki tarah yeh bhi koi radio interference hai.
Vikram ne do kadam aage badh kar Priya ke gore wrist ko kas ke dabocha aur use apni taraf khaincha.
"Tu kitni baar 'Nahi' bolegi, Priya?!" Vikram ki aawaaz mein wild berries ka nasha ubal raha tha. "Tera yeh nanga jism pehle hi mera ho chuka hai! Tera woh doodh jo maine peeya, tera woh muh jisne mera lund chusa, teri woh rasili moans, tera mere lund par apna ass rub karna... Sab mera hai! Tu meri aurat hai!"
Priya ne poori taqat laga kar apna haath chhudane ki koshish ki, uske nakhun Vikram ke haath par gade: "Nahi Vikram! Bas karo! Main yeh nahi maaungi! Mujhe chhod do!"
Tabhi... wild berries ka zehrila asar Vikram ke dimaag par poori tarah se haawi ho gaya. Control ki aakhri parat bhi toot kar bikhar gayi.
Vikram ne apne ek haath se apne waist-cloth ko zordar jhatke mein khainch kar alag patak diya.
Uska lund free hokar chaandni ke neeche bahar nikal aaya.
Woh behad lamba, vishalkay thick, taambayi rang ka erection tha—moti-moti veins aag ki tarah ubhari hui thin, aur uske heavy helmet (head) se pehle se hi clear, sticky precum ki boonden phisal kar neeche gir rahi thin. Chaandni ki safed roshni mein woh lund kisi aadiwasi weapon jaisa khaufnak dikh raha tha.
Priya ki aankhen khauf se phat kar bahar aane ko ho gayin. Uski saans ghootne lagi. "Vikram... stop... please... bas karo! Yeh kya kar rahe ho tum?!"
Vikram ne uski kisi baat ko nahi suna. Usne ek bhookhe sher ki tarah aage badh kar Priya ko dono baahon mein dabocha aur use zordar dhang se niche geeli, soft ghass par patak diya.
THUD!
Priya ka 42 saal ka mature body zameen par gira. Isse pehle ki woh uthne ki koshish karti, Vikram uske upar ghutnon ke bal aa gaya. Usne Priya ke jute ke kapde ko dono haathon se pakada aur ek hi zordar, bhayanak jhatke mein phad kar alag kar diya!
RIIIPPP!
Priya ab bilkul, poori tarah se nangi thi. Chaandni ki safed roshni mein uska gora, voluptuous jism khula pada hua tha—uske dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts, unke erect dark nipples, uska flat pet, aur uski soft, thodi si hairy pink chut... sab kuch Vikram ke samne poori tarah se expose ho chuka tha.
Priya ke dil mein behad gehra khauf aur rona utha. Yeh wahi Vikram tha jisne use aadiwasiyon se bachaya tha, jiske baahon mein woh soyi thi... Aur aaj woh use kisi shikaar ki tarah cheerne par aatuda tha. Priya ne apne dono haathon se Vikram ke broad, bare chest ko dhakela:
"Vikram stop... please... mat karo aisa... main rati hoon... main toot jaungi..."
Vikram ne jhuk kar Priya ke wet honton ko apne muh mein bhar liya aur use ek behad violent, hungry kiss kar liya!
Mmmph!
Priya ne poori taqat se resist kiya—apna chehra idhar-udhar mara, Vikram ke chest par punches maare—lekin Vikram ne Priya ke dono wrists ko pakad kar uske sar ke upar zameen par kas ke daab diya. Uski moti, garam tongue Priya ke muh ke andar ghus kar uske swaad ko choosne lagi. Priya thodi der tak struggle karti rahi, par Vikram ke 6'2" ke muscular vazan ke neeche uski saans phoolne lagi.
Vikram ne apne hont alag kiye aur Priya ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar, apni behad animalistic, garajti aawaaz mein kaha:
"Aadiwasi log tujhe le jaane wale the... Woh tujhe 'Gift from the Sea' maante the... Tu itni khoobsurat hai, Priya... itni soft aur rasili... Ab tu meri hai. Sirf meri biwi hai tu!"
Doosri taraf, Mumbai mein Arjun apne kamre mein paagalpan ki halat mein mic par chillata raha:
"MUMMA NAHI! DOOR HATO USSE! MAIN AAUNGA MUMMA! KOI MADAD BHEJO! MUMMA PLEASE!"
Lekin uski aawaaz samundar ki lehron mein kahin doob chuki thi.
Vikram ne apne us lambe, rock-hard lund ke head ko Priya ki us soft, thodi si hairy pink chut ke entrance par set kiya. Lund ki garmi aur hardness Priya ki wet entrance ko cheerne ke liye ready thi.
Priya ne darr ke maare apni badi-badi aankhen kas ke band kar lin, apne pairon ko hilane ki koshish ki:
"Vikram... nahi... woh behad bada hai... please stop—"
Vikram ne apne hips ko piche khaincha aur ek hi zordar, violent aur deep stroke mein apna poora vishalkay lund Priya ki chut ke andar aakhri inch tak utaar diya!
SLIPP-THWACK!
"AAAAAHHHHHH...!! VIKRAM...!!"
Priya ki poori rooh ko cheerte hui ek behad bhari, dard aur shiddat se bhari scream nikal kar poore island aur chaandni raat mein gunj gayi!
Saalon ke lambe arse ke baad, koi mardana lund itni shiddat aur gehraai se uski chut ke andar ghusa tha—aur woh bhi itna thick aur lamba lund! Priya ki chut ekdam se extreme level par stretch ho gayi. Gehra dard, fhatne ka ehsaas, aur ek behad teekha mardana bharav—dono ek sath uske jism mein fhat pade. Uski aankhon se garma-garam aansuon ki dhaar beh nikli. Uske nakhun Vikram ki bare back par gehre gad gaye.
Vikram ne ek hi stroke mein poora lund andar tak utaar kar wahi rok liya. Uska thick erection Priya ki chut ke aakhri kone ko touch kar raha tha. Wild berries ke nashe mein uska control zero tha. Usne Priya ki nam, dard se phati hui aankhon mein dekha:
"Ab tu meri hai, Priya... Poori tarah meri."
Priya ke honton se ab sirf ek toot i hui, rasili moan nikal rahi thi:
"Ahh... Vikram... behad... behad deep hai... AHHH..."
Chodhvi ki chaandni raat mein, us Forbidden Island par...
Pehli baar uska savior, uska protector uski chut ke andar poora ghus chuka tha.
Aur doosri taraf hazaron miles door... uska 19 saal ka beta Arjun speaker par apni sagi maa ki yeh fhatte hue cheekh aur rasili moan sun raha tha—
Dil poori tarah se toota hua, aankhen aansuon se bhari hui, aur uska apna jism ek khaufnak cuckold-arousal mein poori tarah se rock-hard erect.

[Joker44]

Chodhvi ki chaandni raat mein us Forbidden Island par maahaul poori tarah se aag aur hawas ke sho'lon mein jhalas raha tha.

Vikram ne ek second ke liye apna vishalkay, lamba aur thick lund Priya ki wet, tight chut ke andar se lagbhag poora bahar khainch liya.
SLIPPP-SCHLUCK!
Priya ki wet, stretched chut ke lips se ek behad teekhi, wet suction sound nikal kar hawa mein gunj gayi. Priya ke honton se ek bhari, breathless aur phati hui cheekh nikli:
"AAAAHHH...!! VIKRAM... NIKAL... MAT... AAHHH...!!"


Lekin isse pehle ki Priya ka jism sambhal pata, Vikram ne aage badh kar ek hi zordar, violent aur bhayanak stroke mein apna poora lund aakhri inch tak dubara uski chut ke andar daag diya!

THWACK-SLURP!
Is baar lund pehle se kahin zyada gehra, seedha Priya ke uterine mouth tak pahunch gaya. Priya ki badi-badi aankhen darr aur achanak hue is mardana bharav se phat kar bahar aane ko ho gayin, uska muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Uski 42 saal ka mature jism pehli baar itne vishalkay, itne thick aur aag jaisay garam lund se itni violent speed mein fill ho raha tha.
Dard abhi bhi tha, lekin us gehre dard ke neeche se... ek behad teekha, mardana pressure aur garma-garam wetness uthne lagi thi.
Vikram ne ab khud ko rokna poori tarah se band kar diya tha.
Wild aphrodisiac berries ka zehrila nasha uske khoon mein pighle hue lohe ki tarah daud raha tha. Woh ek ekdam jungli, bhookhe sher (tiger) ki tarah Priya ke nange, gore jism ke upar savar tha—heavy, muscular, powerful aur bina kisi reham ke. Usne Priya ke dono gore legs ko pakad kar door tak phaila diya aur poori taqat se mardana dhakke (thrusts) maarna shuru kar diye.
Har ek stroke poora bahar tak nikalta, aur phir ek hi zordar jhatke ke sath poora ka poora lund aakhri inch tak andar chala jata!
THUP... THUP... THUP... THUP...
Unke nange jismon ke takraane ki aur Priya ki wet chut par lund ke ghusne ki behad geeli, bhaari aur continuous aawaaz chaandni raat mein gunjne lagi. Priya ke bhari-bhari D-cup breasts Vikram ke har ek zordar dhakke ke sath tezi se ooper-neeche hil rahe the, unke erect nipples hawa mein lapat rahe the.
Priya ke wet honton se ab sirf dard ke nahi, balki dard aur behad teekhe mardana pleasure ke mixed moans nikalne lage the:
"AHH... AHH... VIKRAM... DHEERE... AAHHH... BEHAD... BEHAD HARD HAI...!"
Lekin Vikram speed kam nahi kar raha tha. Usne Priya ke wrists ko chhoda aur apne dono bade, rough haathon se Priya ke soft, rounded ass ko neeche se dabocha. Usne uske ass ko dabocha kar upar khaincha aur aur bhi teez, violent dhakke maarna shuru kar diye.
Priya ki chut ab Vikram ke us thick lund ko poori tarah se niwal rahi thi. Pehli baar uske mature body ne itni hard, itni deep aur violent chudai feel ki thi. Uska dimaag dhere-dheere blank hone laga tha. Uske andar sochne ya guilt karne ki koi taaqat nahi bachi thi—sirf feel karne ki taaqat thi. Itna bada lund, itni violent speed, aur itni gehraai!
Priya ki aankhon se garma-garam aansu beh rahe the. Woh ro bhi rahi thi, lekin uski moans ab sirf dard wali nahi rahi thin. Beech-beech mein, uski patli kamar khud-ba-khud Vikram ke dhakkon ke against uthne lagi thi—uske lund ko aur gehra lene ke liye!
Vikram ne jhuk kar Priya ke wet, swollen honton ko apne muh mein bhar liya. Ek behad deep, wet aur hungry kiss!
Pehli baar Priya ne apna chehra ghumane ki koshish ki, lekin Vikram ke dhakke itne gehre the ki Priya ki saari resistance toot kar bikhar gayi. Priya ki garam tongue ne dhere-dheere Vikram ki tongue ka jawab dena shuru kar diya. Pehle halka sa, par phir usne bhi Vikram ki tongue ko apne muh mein lekar choosna shuru kar diya. Kiss behad gehra, wet aur violent ho gaya.
Priya ne apne dono haath Vikram ke broad, muscular back par phaila diye aur use poori taqat se tightly hug kar liya. Ab woh use dhakka nahi de rahi thi... Ulta woh use apne bare chest par aur kas ke press kar rahi thi. Uski ungliyon ke nakhun Vikram ke shoulders aur back par gehre gad gaye the.
"MMMPH... AHH... VIKRAM... AHHHH...!"
Priya ke honton se nikalne wali moans ab behad tez, rasili aur continuous ho chuki thin. Har ek THUP ke sath uske gale se ek naya soft-choked sound nikal raha tha. Vikram ko jaise hi is surrender ka ehsaas hua, uske andar ka mard aur paagal ho utha. Usne Priya ke dono legs ko apne broad shoulders par utha liya aur ek behad gehra angle bana diya.
Ab Vikram ka har ek stroke Priya ki chut ke aakhri kone ko cheerte hue andar ja raha tha!
"Tu itni tight hai, Priya... itni garam aur rasili hai..." Vikram ne haafte hue Priya ke kaan ke paas garajte hue kaha. "Ab se yeh chut sirf meri hai... Tu sirf meri biwi hai!"
Priya ne apni aankhen lagbhag poori tarah band kar lin thin. Uske dimaag mein ab na Raj tha, na Arjun tha, na Mumbai tha. Sirf Vikram ka woh vishalkay lund, uske zordar dhakke, uski body heat, aur uski muscular baahon ka pressure tha. Priya ne Vikram ko aur tightly pakad liya aur khud bhi uske honton par kiss karne lagi—ab poore jawab ke sath! Tongue se tongue, hont se hont!
Vikram ki speed ab aur bhi zordar aur violent ho gayi!
THUP-THUP-THUP-THUP-THUP...!!
Priya ki rasili moans poore Forbidden Island mein gunj rahi thin:
"AHH... AHH... HAAN... AHHHH... VIKRAM... AUR... GEHRA...!"
Woh ab bilkul nahi ro rahi thi. Woh poore tarike se Vikram ke neeche machal rahi thi—apni poori zindagi mein pehli baar itni hard, itni deep aur ek jungli janwar jaisi chudai feel karti hui. Uske dimaag ke sare taar Vikram ke lund ke sath khich kar bahar nikal rahe the.
Vikram ne jhuk kar Priya ke heavy D-cup breasts ko apne muh mein bhar kar kaata, unhe choosa, jabki neeche se continuous heavy strokes daag raha tha. Priya ka 42 saal ka mature body Vikram ke har ek dhakke ke sath zameen par hil raha tha. Usne Vikram ko itna tightly hug kiya hua tha jaise woh uske jism ko apne andar hi samaa lena chahti ho.
Chaandni raat mein sirf do hi aawaazein gunj rahi thin—
Geeli, bhaari THUP THUP THUP...
Aur Priya ki tez, continuous, rasili aur toot-phoot aati hui moans.
Hazaron miles door... Mumbai ke us dark room mein.
19 saal ka Arjun walkie-talkie ko kaan se chipkaye hue ek-ek aawaaz sun raha tha.
Har ek THUP... Har ek AHH... Har ek VIKRAM... AUR GEHRA...!
Arjun ki aankhon se garma-garam aansuon ki dhaar beh rahi thi...
Uska dil poori tarah se toota hua tha...
Lekin uski shorts ke andar... uska apna lund poore paagalpan aur cuckold-madness mein ekdam rock-hard, fhatne ki kagaar par khada tha!
Woh apni sagi maa ki asli chudai ki live recording sun raha tha... aur uska jism apni hi maa ke is paap par poori taqat se arous ho raha tha!




Chaandni raat ki dhoodhiya safed roshni mein Forbidden Island par jism aur hawas ka aisa bhayanak, jaanlewa toofaan utha hua tha jise rokna ab kisi insaan ke bas mein nahi tha.

Vikram ne achanak Priya ke gore, bheege hue legs ko apne broad shoulders par se utaara aur ek hi jhatke mein zameen se khud khada ho gaya. Isse pehle ki Priya niche girti, Vikram ne use apni baahon mein utha liya—jaise koi jungle predator apne shikaar ko baahon mein uthata hai.
Priya ke jism mein itni bhi taaqat nahi bachi thi ki woh khud ko sambhaal sake. Usne turant apne dono haath Vikram ke broad, muscular neck ke chaaro taraf daal diye aur use poori shiddat se tightly hug kar liya. Uske dono bhari-bhari, gore D-cup breasts Vikram ke bare, solid chest par poori taqat se press ho gaye. Unke erect dark nipples Vikram ke ribs par phisal rahe the.
Vikram ne apne us vishalkay, rock-hard lund ke heavy helmet ko neeche se Priya ki wet, stretched aur garma-garam chut ke entrance par set kiya... aur ek zordar, violent UPWARD THRUST mein apna poora 8-inch thick erection aakhri inch tak uski chut ke andar ghusa diya!
SLIPP-THWACK!
"AAAAAHHHHHH...!! VIKRAM...!!"
Priya ke poore throat se ek behad bhari, rasili aur shiddat se bhari scream nikal kar chaandni raat mein phail gayi!
Is standing position (khade hone wali position) mein Vikram ka thick lund pehle se kahin zyada gehra, seedha uske garbhashay (cervix) tak hit kar raha tha. Vikram ne apne dono bade, rough haathon se Priya ke soft, rounded ass ko neeche se dabocha, use hawa mein utha-utha kar poori taqat se upar-neeche bouncing-fuck maarna shuru kar diya!
Priya ka poora 42 saal ka voluptuous weight ab seedha Vikram ke lund par tika hua tha. Har ek zordar upward thrust par uski wet, garma-garam chut Vikram ke us thick lund ke aaspas tight ho-ho kar use niwal rahi thi:
"AHH... AHH... VIKRAM... BEHAD... BEHAD DEEP HAI... AHHHH!"
Priya ne Vikram ke broad shoulders ko aur kas ke pakad liya, apne nakhun uski back par gehre gadh diye. Saalon ke lambe arse ke baad, uska 42 saal ka mature body ab poori tarah se mardana shakti ke samne haar chuka tha. Darr, guilt, sharam, pati Raj ka chehra, beta Arjun, Mumbai ka flat—sab kuch uske dimaag se mita kar dhundhla ho chuka tha. Uske jism ke ek-ek katar-katar mein ab sirf ek hi cheez daud rahi thi—pleasure. Behad gehra, bhaari aur ek jungli janwar jaisa mardana pleasure!
Vikram ne use aage le ja kar ek vishalkay rock-deewar ke against press kar diya aur uski kamar ko dabocha kar aur bhi teez, violent dhakke maarna shuru kar diye!
THUP... THUP... THUP... THUP...!!
Priya ke honton se nikalne wali moans ab poori tarah se ek slutty, uncontrollable aur rasili aawaaz mein badal chuki thin:
"HAAN... AHHH... CHOD... AHHH... VIKRAM... AUR ZOR SE CHOD MUJHE... AHHHH...!"
Hazaron miles door... Mumbai ke us dark 3BHK flat mein.
Arjun ke kamre mein sannata tha, aur marine walkie-talkie ka speaker full volume par baj raha tha.
Har ek THUP... Har ek AHH... Har ek VIKRAM... CHOD MUJHE ZOR SE... Arjun ke kaanon mein ek-ek lafz aag ki tarah ghus raha tha!
Arjun ki aankhon se garma-garam aansuon ki dhaar beh rahi thi, uska chehra gusse, dard aur ek behad khaufnak, cuckold-madness se laal-tamatar ho chuka tha. Lekin uska apna lund uske shorts ke piche ekdam rock-hard, fhatne ki kagaar par khada tha!
Arjun ne apne kaampte haathon se apni shorts ko neeche sarakaaya. Uska thick, young erection bahar nikal aaya. Arjun ne apne haath se apne lund ko kas ke pakda aur gusse, dard aur behad violent speed ke sath use hilana (masturbate) shuru kar diya!
"Mumma... nahi... yeh kya... kya kar rahi ho aap uske sath... ahhhh... Mumma..."
Arjun khud bhi haafte hue apne lund par violent, rough strokes maar raha tha, apni aankhen kas ke band kiye, speaker par apni hi sagi maa ki asli chudai ki live moans sunte hue!
Forbidden Island par... Vikram ne Priya ko zameen par litaane ke bajaye, khud zameen par seedha peeth ke bal let gaya—uska thick, lamba lund aasmaan ki taraf aag jaisa khada, tip se sticky precum chamak raha tha.



Priya ab poori tarah se hawas ke nashe mein dhal chuki thi. Usne ek second ke liye Vikram ke us vishalkay, chamakte hue erection ko dekha—aur phir bina kisi hichkichahat ke... woh khud Vikram ke upar aakar uske lund par baith gayi! (Cowgirl Position)

Priya ne apni wet, garma-garam chut ke entrance ko Vikram ke lund ke helmet par set kiya... aur ek bhari, gehre growl ke sath poori ki poori baith gayi!
SLIPPP-THWACK!
"UGGGHHH... AHHHHHH...!!"
Itna vishalkay lund ek hi jhatke mein poora uski chut ke andar aakhri kone tak ghus gaya! Priya ki aankhen palti khagayen, uska wet muh khula ka khula reh gaya.
Phir Priya ne apne dono haath Vikram ke solid, muscular chest par rakhe aur uske lund par khud upar-neeche riding-fuck karna shuru kar diya! Pehle slow, par phir behad fast aur violent rhythm mein!
Priya ke heavy D-cup breasts Vikram ke chehre ke bilkul samne tezi se jhool rahe the. Vikram ne apne dono bade haathon se Priya ke un heavy breasts ko dabocha, unhe zor-zor se nichoda, aur unke erect dark nipples ko apni ungliyon ke beech dabocha kar dabs diya!
"Haan... aise hi... meri biwi... ahhh..." Vikram ne poore sukoon, mardana ahankaar aur hawas se kaha. Uske rugged chehre par ek behad dark khushi thi. Aakhir kar yeh 42 saal ki mature, rasili aurat uske lund par khud chad kar hilti hui chud rahi thi!
Priya ab ruk nahi pa rahi thi. Usne riding ki speed aur badha di. Uska soft, rounded ass Vikram ki bare thighs par continuous takraa raha tha: THUP-THUP-THUP-THUP!
Uske wet honton se ab poori tarah se slutty, rasili moans nikal rahi thin:
"AHHH... AHHH... ITNA BADA LUND... AHHH... VIKRAM... MERI CHUT... PHAAD DE... AHHHH... HAAN... HAAN...!"
Tabhi... Priya ke jism mein ek behad teekha, violent climax (orgasm) phat pada! Uska poora jism ek zordar jhatke ke sath kaamp utha. Usne Vikram ke chest par apne nakhun gehre gaad diye aur poori taqat se apna garma-garam female cum Vikram ke lund par daag diya!
Uski tight chut ne Vikram ke lund ko itni shiddat se squeeze kiya ki Vikram ke muh se bhi ek deep mardana groan nikla: "AHHH... PRIYA...!"
Lekin Priya ruki nahi! Organism ke baad bhi uska jism lund ke nashe mein machalta raha—woh aur teez, aur desperate tarike se Vikram ke lund par riding karti rahi!
Kuch hi minutes ke andar... doosra violent orgasm aaya!
"AAAAAHHHHH... PHIR SE... AHHHH... MAIN... MAIN NIKAL RAHI HOON...!!"
Priya ki gori thighs thar-thar kaamp rahi thin, par usne speed kam nahi ki. Vikram ne neeche se apne hips ko upar utha-utha kar zordar upward thrusts maarna shuru kar diye. Ab dono mil kar ek doosre ko violent tarike se chod rahe the—woh upar se dab rahi thi, Vikram neeche se utha raha tha!
Jab teesra orgasm aaya... toh Priya ki aawaaz hi phat kar toot gayi:
"UGGGHHH... AHHHH... BAS... AB NAHI... AHHHH...!!"
Lekin uska jism ab bhi Vikram ke lund par continuous hil raha tha. Vikram ka lund ab bhi rock-hard tha—wild aphrodisiac berries ka nasha abhi utra nahi tha. Vikram ne Priya ke breasts ko dono haathon mein dabocha aur neeche se continuous, violent heavy thrusts diye:
"Ab mat ruk... meri aurat... poori raat tujhe chodunga... ahhh..."
Priya ne apni aankhen lagbhag poori tarah band kar lin thin. Uske wet muh se ab bas continuous, broken, rasili moans nikal rahi thin:
"Ahh... ahh... ahh... Vikram... tera lund... ahhhh... meri chut... bas teri hai... AHHHH!"
Chaandni raat mein sirf geeli, bhaari THUP THUP THUP ki aawaazein thin...
Aur ek aurat ki pure sexual pleasure aur lund ke nashe mein paagal rasili moans.
Doosri taraf, Mumbai ke dark room mein Arjun apne lund par itni violent speed se haath chala raha tha ki uski ungliyan dard karne lagi thin.
Maa ki har ek AHH, har ek VIKRAM... CHOD MUJHE, har ek MERI CHUT BAS TERI HAI... uske kaanon mein thunder bold ki tarah gunj rahi thi.
Arjun gusse, gehre dard aur ek behad dirty, violent cuckold-arousal mein apne lund ko discharging Climax ke bilkul paas le aaya tha!
Forbidden Island par Purnima ki yeh raat...
Ab sirf ek hi cheez ban kar reh gayi thi—
Continuous, heavy, uninhibited, jungli-jaise mardana chudai!



Chodhvi ki chaandni raat ab apne sabse gehre, vishailay aur shiddat bhare Climax par pahunch chuki thi.
Priya ab Vikram ke us vishalkay lund par poori tarah se bekaabu, paagal aur hawas ke nashe mein dhal chuki thi. Uska 42 saal ka voluptuous, gora jism Vikram ke upar riding-fuck karte hue behad arousing aur rasila lag raha tha. Usne apne dono gore haath Vikram ke broad, muscular chest par zor se dabaaye hue the aur poori mardana-auratana taqat ke sath upar-neeche riding kar rahi thi.
Uske bhari-bhari, gore D-cup breasts Vikram ke chehre ke bilkul samne tezi se jhool rahe the. Chaandni ki safed roshni mein unka soft, pasine aur paani se bheege hua jism kisi pighle hue sone ki tarah chamak raha tha.
Har ek baar jab Priya apne rounded ass ko neeche baithati, toh Vikram ka thick lamba lund uski garma-garam chut ke aakhri kone (cervix) tak hit karta... aur ek geeli, bhari **THUP** ki aawaaz poore jungle mein gunj jaati!
"AHHH... AHHH... VIKRAM... MAIN... MAIN PHIR SE... AHHHH... NIKALNE... WALI HOON...!!"
Priya ki gori, rasili thighs thar-thar kaamp rahi thin. Teesra violent orgasm abhi-abhi gaya tha, lekin chautha orgasm pehle se bhi kahin zyada violent speed mein uske lower abdomen mein aag laga raha tha. Usne riding ki speed aur badha di—desperate, uninhibited aur paagalpan ke sath!
Vikram ne neeche se Priya ke soft, rounded ass ko apne dono haathon se kas ke pakad liya aur apne hips ko utha-utha kar poori power ke sath zordar UPWARD THRUSTS maarna shuru kar diya! Ab dono mil kar ek doosre ko todne par aatuda the!
"Haan... aise hi... meri biwi... poori le ja... apna poora doodh aur ras... ahhh...!" Vikram ne haafte hue garaj kar kaha.
Priya ki badi-badi aankhen palti khagayen. Uske wet, swollen honton se ek lamba, toot a hua aur rasila scream nikal aaya jab chautha violent orgasm uske poore jism mein bijli ki tarah phail gaya!
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH... VIKRAM...!!"
Uski tight, garma-garam chut ne Vikram ke us thick, rock-hard lund ke helmet ko itni violent shiddat se dabocha aur squeeze kiya ki Vikram ke andar ka mardana control bhi poori tarah se fhat kar bikhar gaya!
"PRIYA... MAIN... MAIN BHAR RAHA HOON TERI CHUT... AHHHH...!!"
Vikram ne Priya ki patli waist ko dono haathon se tightly pakad kar ek aakhri, violent, deep aur powerful THRUST maara—poora ka poora 8-inch thick erection Priya ki chut ke bilkul aakhri kone mein daag diya—aur poori taqat se apna CUM daag diya!
*SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!*
Garam, thick, gaadha aur heavy load ke phuware seedha Priya ki chut ke sabse gehre hisse mein fhat kar bharne lage!
Ek pulse, doosri pulse, teesri pulse... Vikram ke muh se ek behad deep, jungli janwar jaisi mardana groan nikal rahi thi jab woh apna mahino se jama hua poora gaadha cum Priya ki chut ke andar udel raha tha:
"AHHHHHHH-HNNNNN-PRIYAAAA...!!"
Priya ne feel kiya—woh behad garam, gaadha aur behad zyada quantity wala cum uski chut ke andar aag ki tarah phail raha tha. Uski nam aankhon se garma-garam aansu nikal aaye, par is baar woh dard ke nahi... balki ek behad teekhe, aatmik aur jismanya relief ke aansu the!
Priya ne Vikram ko aur tightly apni baahon mein dabocha aur uske upar jhuk kar uske wet honton ko apne muh mein bhar liya!
Dono ek behad deep, messy, haafti hui aur passionate kiss mein kho gaye... jab tak ki Vikram ka lund Priya ki chut ke andar apne aakhri drop tak ko daag nahi gaya.
Jab aakhir mein unka yeh bhayanak orgasm khatam hua, toh unke jism poori tarah se dheele aur soft ho gaye.
Priya Vikram ke bare chest par hi fisal kar gir padi—poori tarah se haafti hui, thaki hui aur shaant. Uske 42 saal ke mature jism ka poora weight Vikram ke body par tika hua tha. Uski wet chut ke andar abhi bhi Vikram ka soft hota hua thick lund ghusa hua tha, aur Vikram ka garam gaadha cum dhere-dheere unki thighs ke beech se phisal kar zameen par gir raha tha.
Dono ki saansen itni teez aur bhari thin ki unke bheege hue chest ek doosre se continuous takraa rahe the.
Vikram ne apne haathon se Priya ke bheege, lambe baalon ko sahlaaya, aur phir uski bare back par dhere-dheere apne rough haath phiraaye. Unke muh se koi lafz nahi nikla. Vikram ne bas use apni muscular baahon mein tightly dabocha liya.
Priya ne bhi Vikram ke muscular body ko apne dono haathon se pakad rakha tha. Uske heavy D-cup breasts Vikram ke chest se pressed the, aur Vikram ka gaadha cum uski thighs par ek geeli garmaahat bikhher raha tha.
Thodi der tak dono chaandni ke neeche waise hi leti rahe—lipte hue, haafte hue, poori tarah se empty aur satisfied.
Phir Vikram ne dhere se Priya ko apne bagal mein lita liya. Usne Priya ke nange, gore jism ko apne bare body se poori tarah chipka liya, apni ek muscular taang Priya ki gori thighs ke beech daali, aur Priya ke sar ko apne broad chest ke bilkul beech mein rakh diya.
Priya ne is baar koi bhi resistance ya piche hatne ki koshish nahi ki. Ulta, usne Vikram ke us khoon se lathe, strong arm ko apne dono haathon se dabocha kar apne seene se laga liya aur apni nam aankhen kas ke band kar lin.



Chodhvi ki chaandni roshni ab bhi unke nange jismon par pad rahi thi. Unke jism ab bhi geele the—pasine se, Vikram ke cum se, aur samundar ke paani se. Lekin ab unke beech koi violent movement nahi thi.

Priya ke wet hont Vikram ke chest par rest kar rahe the...
Vikram ka haath Priya ke soft, rounded ass par tika hua tha...
Dono ki saansen dhere-dheere mil kar ek hi rhythm mein aane lagin.
Woh dono waise hi so gaye—
Ek doosre ki muscular baahon mein poori tarah se lipte hue,
Priya ki chut ke andar Vikram ka gaadha cum bhara hua,
Purnima ki safed chaandni raat mein...
Us *Forbidden Island* ke aashiyane par.
Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke us dark 3BHK room mein.
19 saal ke Arjun ne walkie-talkie par aakhri rasili moans, aur phir achanak aane wali us gehari sannate ko sun liya tha.
Usne bhi apni shorts ke andar apne haath par poori taqat se violent strokes maarte hue apna gaadha, garam cum nikal diya tha—gusse mein, gehre dard mein, aur ek behad dirty cuckold-confusion mein.
Ab uske kamre mein bhi poori tarah se sannata chha chuka tha.
Sirf uski toot i hui, saans ghootne wali saansen chal rahi thin.
Lekin hazaron miles door us Forbidden Island par...
Do log apni zindagi mein pehli baar itni gehraai, pyaar aur jismanya haq se ek doosre se lipte hue so rahe the.

[Joker44]

Subah ki pehli mulayam, sunehri roshni jab hut ke baas ke bamboo ke beech se chhan kar andar aayi, toh sab kuch poori tarah se badal chuka tha.
Priya ki palke dhere-dheere khulin. Pehle hi second mein, uske poore jism mein ek behad teekhi, bhaari thakan aur lachak feel hui. Uske thighs ke beech ek behad gehra stretch, dard aur bharav ka ehsaas abhi bhi baaki tha. Usne jab dhere se apni aankhen poori kholin, toh notice kiya ki woh bilkul, poori tarah se nangi hai.
Vikram ka broad, muscular aur garam jism uske piche poori tarah se chipka hua tha. Vikram ka ek bhaari haath Priya ke heavy, gore D-cup breast par tika hua tha, uski ungliyan erect nipple par rest kar rahi thin, aur doosra haath Priya ki patli, soft waist par tha. Priya ki gori thighs ke beech abhi bhi ek behad geeli, sticky garmaahat phaili hui thi—Vikram ka woh gaadha, garam cum jo raat bhar uski chut ke andar se dhere-dheere phisal kar bahar nikalta raha tha.
Tabhi... raat ki ek-ek behad khaufnak aur rasili memory uske dimaag mein poori shiddat ke sath wapas laut aayi.
*Purnima ki safed chaandni...*
*Wild aphrodisiac berries ka woh zehrila nasha...*
*Vikram ka woh vishalkay, lamba aur thick erection...*
*Standing position mein woh violent, deep upward thrusts...*
*Vikram ke lund par khud chad kar woh riding-fuck maarna...*
*Chautha violent orgasm aur Vikram ke gaadhe cum ka uski chut ke andar fhatna...*
*Uski apni honton se nikalne wali woh slutty, uncontrolled moans—"VIKRAM... MERI CHUT PHAAD DE... AHHH...!"*
Priya ki saans ek microsecond ke liye ekdam ruk gayi. Uske hont kaampne lage. Usne darr aur behad sharam ke maare apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin.
Uski closed eyelids ke piche se garma-garam, nam aansuon ki dhaar nikal kar uske galon aur Vikram ke arm par phisalne lagi. Lekin usne rone ki koi aawaaz nahi nikali—sirf ek silent, toot-phoot kar behne wale aansu.
Uske dil ke andar ek behad bhaari, kaala aur zehrila guilt aakar baith gaya tha. Uske pati Raj ka chehra... uske 19 saal ke bete Arjun ki pyari smile... Usne yeh kya kar diya? Usne apne saat phero ke wado ko, apni mamatva ko, apni sanskriti ko... ek ajnabi mard ke lund ke aage kaise baich diya?
Aur sabse khaufnak aur sharmnaak baat yeh thi—uske 42 saal ke mature jism ne us chudai par sirf surrender nahi kiya tha, balki ek behad teekha physical pleasure feel kiya tha! Itna nasha aur itna maza ki teeno orgasms aane ke baad bhi woh khud Vikram ke lund par riding karti hui ruk nahi pa rahi thi...
Yeh khayal aate hi Priya ka pet andar se sitak gaya, uski aatma sharm se paani-paani ho gayi.
Isi waqt... Vikram ki bhi palke khulin.
Wild aphrodisiac berries ka woh zehrila asar ab uske khoon se poori tarah utar chuka tha. Uske dimaag mein ekdam saaf clarity aa chuki thi. Raat ko usne jo kuch bhi kiya... woh un berries ke nashe aur saalon saal se dabaaye hue mardana hawas ki wajah se poori tarah se control kho kar kiya tha.
Usne pehle second mein apne baahon mein baandhi hui Priya ke us nange, soft aur rasile jism ko feel kiya. Phir usne realize kiya ki uska haath abhi bhi Priya ke us heavy D-cup breast par daba hua hai. Vikram ne dhere se apna haath piche khainch liya.
Dono ek doosre ke jism se dhere-dheere alag ho gaye.
Koi ek lafz bhi nahi bola.
Priya ne zameen par pade us phate hue jute ke kapde ko uthaya aur behad jaldi se apne nange jism ko dhak liya. Usne Vikram ki taraf ek baar bhi nazar uthar kar nahi dekha. Woh ghasit te hue hut ke ek kone mein ja kar baith gayi, apne dono ghutnon ko apne seene se lagaye hue aur apna chehra unme chhupaye hue.
Uske andar ek behad ajeeb, khali-pan aur sannata tha. Uske jism mein ek physical satisfaction ab bhi maujood thi—uski chut ab bhi us violent chudai ke asar se soft, stretched aur used feel kar rahi thi—lekin uske dimaag par guilt, sharam aur darr ki ek behad bhaari, kaali layer chhad chuki thi.
Woh andar se thodi si darti bhi thi. Yeh wohi Vikram tha jo kal raat uske upar ek jungli janwar (tiger) ki tarah savar ho gaya tha... Aaj subah woh phir se wahi shaant protector lag raha tha... Lekin ab unke beech woh Purnima ki raat kisi khooni deewar ki tarah khadi thi.
Vikram ne bhi apna waist-cloth pehen liya. Usne dhere se ghoom kar Priya ki taraf dekha. Priya ke gore shoulders silent rone ki wajah se dhere-dheere hil rahe the. Vikram achhi tarah jaanta tha ki usne raat ko sari mardana sarhaden tod di thin. Un wild berries ne use paagal bana diya tha... Lekin andar se woh yeh bhi jaanta tha ki usne Priya ke is nange jism ko behad shiddat se chaaha tha.
Vikram ne aage badh kar kuch kehne ki koshish ki: "Priya..."
Priya ne apna sar jhukaye hue hi behad dhiemi, toot i hui aawaaz mein sirf itna kaha: "Mat bolo... Please, Vikram."
Uski aawaaz behad soft, rone wali, par ekdam clear thi. Baat wahin khatam ho gayi.
Vikram chup ho gaya. Usne ek gehri saans li aur hut se bahar nikal kar aag jalana shuru kiya—bilkul ek aam, normal morning ki tarah. Lekin is island par ab kuch bhi normal nahi raha tha.
Priya ne thodi der baad waterproof pouch mein se walkie-talkie ko nikaala. Uske haath thar-thar kaamp rahe the. Usne power switch ON kiya, par usne mic par ek lafz bhi nahi bola. Woh sirf radio static ki thandak ko sunti rahi: *Ssssshhhhh...*
Arjun ka chehra uski closed eyelids ke piche aa gaya. *'Agar kal raat frequency clear thi... toh kya Arjun ne meri woh fhatte hui cheekhein... meri woh slutty moans sun li hongi...?'*
Yeh khayal aate hi Priya ka dil seene mein doob gaya, uski aatma kaamp uthi. Usne behad ghabra kar device ko neeche rakh diya aur dhere-dheere rone lagi.
Us subah dono mein se kisi ne khana nahi khaya.
Unhone sirf lake ka thanda paani peeya, aur hut ke alag-alag konon mein baithe rahe.
Unki nazrein ek doosre se nahi milin.
Unke muh se ek shabd bhi nahi nikla.
Priya ke andar ek behad bhaari, zehrili khamoshi baithi hui thi:
Behad gehra dukh...
Pati aur bete ke liye jaanlewa guilt...
Vikram se halka sa darr...
Aur sabse neeche, uske jism ki ek chhoti si, gandi physical satisfaction jo use aur zyada sharminda kar rahi thi.
Vikram ke andar bhi ek gahri mardana khamoshi thi:
Usne jis aurat ko chaaha tha, woh use mil chuki thi...
Lekin uske milne ka yeh tarika... usne Priya ke vishwas ko andar se tod kar rakh diya tha.
Forbidden Island par pehli baar...
Dono ke beech itni gehari aur na-bharne wali doori aa chuki thi—
Jabki unke jism ab bhi ek doosre ke ras, cum aur garmi se bheege hue the.



Purnima ki us bhayanak aur arousing raat ke baad teen din aur guzar gaye.
Forbidden Island ke is chhotay se aashiyane mein ek behad ajeeb, teekhi aur ghani khamoshi phaili hui thi. Pehle unke beech jo ek natural, bina bole samajh aane wali closeness thi... woh ab poori tarah se toot kar bikhar chuki thi.
Priya ne jaan-boojh kar Vikram se ek behad sakht aur intentional distance bana li thi. Woh subah jaldi uth jaati, lake par ja kar muh-haath dhoti, jungle se taaza fruits collect karti, aur aag ke liye sookhi lakdiya laati—lekin woh Vikram ke bilkul qareeb nahi aati thi. Jab bhi woh kaam karte waqt Vikram ke paas se guzarti, uska 42 saal ka voluptuous jism ekdam se tight aur stiff ho jata. Uska sar neeche rehta, aur uski nam aankhen Vikram ki nazron se bachne ki poori koshish kartin.
Vikram yeh sab kuch chup-chap dekh raha tha. Usne Priya par koi zabardasti nahi ki. Wild berries wale us toofani haadse ke baad, usne khud ke upar zabardasti poora mardana control kar liya tha.
Lekin uski kaali, gehri aankhon mein Priya ke jism ke liye woh mardana bhookh ab bhi waise hi aag ki tarah sulag rahi thi. Jab Priya zameen par jhuk kar sookhi lakdiya uthati, jab uske bhari-bhari D-cup breasts kapde ke neeche se rhythmic way mein move karte, jab uske soft, rounded hips chalte waqt hilte—toh Vikram ka lund uske waist-cloth ke piche turant react karne lagta. Woh chup-chap uske gore curves ko dekh leta, aur phir ek gehri saans le kar apni nazrein hata leta.
Raat ka waqt un dono ke liye sabse zyada bhaari aur azab jaisa hota tha.
Pehle woh ek doosre ke bare jismon se chipak kar, ek hi baahon mein so jaate the. Lekin ab Priya ne hut ke doosre kone mein sookhe patton ki ek alag bed bana li thi aur wahin so jaati thi. Vikram hut ke doosre kone par rehta. Unke beech do-teen feet ka faasla tha... Lekin woh faasla kisi unchi deewar jaisa lagta tha.
Dono mein se kisi ko bhi gehri neend nahi aati thi. Priya jab bhi apni aankhen kas ke band karti, uske jism par us Purnima ki raat ke nishan aur yaadein aag ki tarah taaza ho jaatere—Vikram ke us thick lund ka uski chut ke andar gehra pressure, uske violent upward thrusts, uske gaadhe cum ka uski chut ke andar fhatna, aur uske honton ki woh violent chusayi.
Uski chut ab bhi aadhay raat ko un yaadon mein ek teekhi wetness aur garmi se bhar jaati thi. Yeh baat Priya ko andar hi andar aur bhi zyada sharminda aur guilty kar deti.
Ek raat, neend mein turn lete waqt Priya ka haath accidental tarike se Vikram ke bare, muscular arm par ja kar tik gaya.
*FLUSH!*
Dono ek microsecond ke liye bilkul freeze ho gaye. Priya ne itni tezi se apna haath piche khaincha jaise uska haath kisi pighle hue lohe par pad gaya ho. Vikram ne muh se koi shabd nahi nikala, bas uski saans andhere mein behad bhari aur garam ho gayi.
Agli subah lake par.
Priya lake ke shaffaf mitha paani mein naha rahi thi. Usne socha tha ki Vikram hut par kaam mein busy hoga, isliye usne apne phate hue kapde utaar kar paani mein qadam rakha tha. Subah ki mulayam sunehri roshni mein uska gora, nanga jism paani ke aine par chamak raha tha. Usne apni aankhen band karke apne lambe kaale baalon ko paani se bheego diya.
Tabhi... use feel hua ki koi use behad shiddat se dekh raha hai.
Priya ne jhatke se apni nam aankhen kholin.
Vikram lake ke kinare par, ek bade patthar ke paas khada tha. Usne Priya ko poori tarah se nange dekh liya tha. Priya ne turant apne dono haathon se apne heavy breasts ko cover karne ki koshish ki, lekin usne apni peeth nahi modi.
Dono ki nazrein ek second ke liye aapas mein milin. Us ek second ki nazar mein... Purnima ki raat wali wahi violent, raw aur arousing intensity dubara daud gayi. Vikram ki aankhen Priya ke gore nipples aur uski wet waist ko ghoor rahi thin. Phir Priya ne ghabra kar apni nazrein jhuka lin aur paani ke andar aur deep chali gayi.
Vikram ne bhi apni peeth modi aur bina ek lafz bole wapas hut ki taraf chala gaya. Lekin us ek nazar ne Vikram ke lund ko poore din ke liye behad disturbed aur rock-hard kar ke rakh diya.
Khane ke waqt bhi unke beech ek behad teekhi khamoshi rehti thi. Woh aag ke doosre konon par baithte, roast ki hui fish ya fruits khate, par lafz nahi nikalte the.
Kabhi-kabhi Vikram dhere se kehta: "Priya... thoda sa fish meat aur le le. Tera jism kamzor lag raha hai."
Priya muh se jawab nahi deti, sirf dhere se apna sar haan mein hila deti. Vikram ki us bhari, mardana aawaaz mein ab bhi ek aisi protective warmth thi jo Priya ke dil ko andar tak touch kar jaati thi. Priya use ignore karne ki poori koshish karti... par woh har baar andar se pighal jaati.
Chauthe din ki shaam ko ek chhotasa accident ho gaya.
Priya jungle se sookhi lakdiyon ka ek bhaari gathha utha kar hut ki taraf aa rahi thi. Bojh thoda zyada tha aur zameen par geeli sand thi. Priya ke nange paanv ne achanak slip liya. Uska balance bigda aur woh zameen par girne hi wali thi ki...
Vikram ne ek split second mein piche se aakar use apni baahon mein dabocha liya!
Vikram ke dono bade, rough haath Priya ke 42 saal ke mature, soft waist par kas gaye. Vikram ke solid, bare chest ka zordar pressure Priya ke nange back par pada. Ek second ke liye... dono ke jism ek doosre se poori taqat se chipak gaye.
Priya ki saans uske gale mein hi phans kar reh gayi. Usne feel kiya—uske piche Vikram ka woh solid, muscular body... aur neeche uska soft, rounded ass Vikram ke waist-cloth ke piche uske erection par halka sa press ho gaya tha.
Vikram ne use girne se sambhal liya, lekin usne apne haath Priya ki waist se turant nahi hataye. Uski rough ungliyan Priya ki waist ke soft curve ko dabocha rahi thin. Priya ne bhi turant khud ko piche nahi khaincha. Unki garam saansen ek doosre ke bilkul paas thin.
Phir Priya ne dhere se, kaampthi aawaaz mein kaha: "Chhod do... Vikram."
Vikram ne dhere se apne haath hata liye. Priya ne lakdiyon ko sambhala aur bina Vikram ki taraf dekhe, tezi se hut ki taraf chali gayi. Lekin uske gore legs thund mein kaamp rahe the—uske jism ne Vikram ke us mardana touch ko behad saaf taur par yaad rakh liya tha.
Us raat, Priya ne waterproof pouch mein se walkie-talkie uthaya. Uske haath thode kaamp rahe the. Usne power switch ON kiya aur behad dhiemi, rone wali aawaaz mein mic par boli:
"Arjun... mera bacha... Mumma... bilkul theek hai. Bas... thoda sa... alag feel ho raha hai beta. Tum... tum apna khayal rakhna Arjun. Papa ka bhi..."
Priya ke lafz rone ke maare toot-phoot rahe the. Guilt uske gale mein kisi zaharili chattan ki tarah atak gaya tha. Usne device ko switch OFF kar diya aur apni aankhen kas ke band kar lin. Usne aansuon ko bahar nahi nikalne diya.
Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke us dark 3BHK room mein.
Arjun ne apni maa ke yeh broken lafz sun liye. Usne aur kuch nahi suna us raat—na koi moans, na koi heavy breathing, na koi wet sounds. Bas uski sagi maa ki ek behad thaki hui, dukhi aur rone wali aawaaz. Arjun ne device ko apne seene se lagaye rakha.
Uske dimaag mein ab bhi kal raat wali maa ki slutty moans ghoom rahi thin... Lekin usne apne lund ko us raat touch nahi kiya. Woh bas chup-chap apne bed par leta raha, uski aankhen aasmaan ko ghoorti rahin.
Wahin, Forbidden Island par... Vikram hut ke bahar ek patthar par baitha hua tha. Aaj aasmaan par chaand nahi tha, poora island ghane andhere mein dooba hua tha.
Vikram ne apne dono haathon ko dekhte hue socha—usne Purnima ki raat Priya ko violent tarike se chod kar uske vishwas ko tod diya tha. Ab woh usse door bhaag rahi thi. Lekin Vikram ke jism ki yaad... Priya ki woh rasili moans, orgasm ke waqt uska chehra, aur uski tight chut ka woh gehra pressure—yeh sab Vikram ke lund ko raat bhar disturbed aur rock-hard rakh raha tha.
Dono ke beech ab ek behad bhaari, zehrili khamoshi thi.
Lekin us khamoshi ke neeche...
Ek slow, continuous aur aag jaisa mardana-auratana pull (attraction) tha—
Jo har beette din ke sath unhe dubara ek doosre ki taraf khainch raha tha.
Priya muh se door jaana chahti thi...
Lekin uska 42 saal ka mature jism Vikram ke lund ki yaad mein sulag raha tha.
Vikram apne sahi waqt ka wait kar raha tha...
Aur Forbidden Island chup-chap unke is paap ko dekh raha tha.


Purnima ki us bhayanak aur chaotic raat ke baad agle teen dino tak jo khamoshi chhaayi hui thi, woh us raat ki thand ke samne bilkul phiki pad gayi.
Aasman par kaale, bhari baadal ghira aaye the aur samundar se aane wali thandi, baraf jaisi hawa hut ke bamboo ke chhote-chhote gaps se hoti hui andar ghus rahi thi. Rock pit par jalayi gayi aag bhi us teekhi chill ko door karne mein na-kaam saabit ho rahi thi.
Priya hut ke kone mein apne sookhe patton ke bed par leti hui thi. Usne apne 42 saal ke voluptuous jism ko dono haathon se dabocha hua tha, apne ghutnon ko apne chest se chipka kar double ho chuki thi, lekin woh teekhi thand uski gori skin ko cheerte hue uski haddiyon tak utar rahi thi. Uske bhari D-cup breasts ke erect nipples thand ki wajah se ekdam tight aur sensitive ho chuke the, aur kapde ki halki si ragar se bhi uske jism mein ek teekhi sarsarahat daud rahi thi.
Neend uski aankhon se koso door thi.
Usne andhere mein dhere se apna sar ghumaya aur Vikram ke bed ki taraf dekha. Vikram bhi jaag raha tha. Uski broad chest ki bhari, rhythmic saansen andhere mein saaf sunai de rahi thin.
Priya ne agle paanch minute tak apne andar ke guilt aur darr se ek behad teekha sangharsh kiya. Ek taraf uski sharam, pati Raj ka chehra aur Arjun ka khayal tha... aur doosri taraf yeh baraf jaisi jaanlewa thand aur Vikram ke jism se nikalne wali woh mardana garmaahat.
Aakhir kar, jism ki zaroorat ne dimaag ke saare usoolon ko pichhad diya. Priya dhere se apne bed se uthi aur ghasit te hue Vikram ke bed ki taraf chali gayi.
Vikram ne uski aahat ko pehle hi second mein feel kar liya tha. Usne muh se ek lafz bhi nahi bola, bas dhere se thoda sa side mein shift ho gaya.
Priya bina kisi hichkichahat ke Vikram ke bare, broad chest se bilkul chipak kar let gayi. Usne apna sar Vikram ke muscular shoulder par tika diya, uska ek haath Vikram ke solid, flat pet par gaya, aur uski gori thighs Vikram ke legs se tightly press ho gayin. Vikram ne dhere se apna ek bhaari, garam haath Priya ke jute ke kapde ke upar se uski bare back par rakh diya.
Pehli baar, teen dino ke lambe arse ke baad, unke nange aur bheege hue jism itne qareeb aaye the.
Vikram ke jism se nikalne wali pighle hue lohe jaisi garmi Priya ke andar utarne lagi. Priya ke bhari-bhari D-cup breasts Vikram ke ribs par tightly press hue, unki warmth Vikram ko behad saaf feel hone lagi. Thand dhere-dheere unke jismon se door hone lagi... Lekin us thand ke jaate hi, ek behad teekhi, aag jaisi erotic tension ne unhe apni aag mein lapet liya.
Priya ne feel kiya ki uski thighs ke beech ek teekhi, garma-garam wetness phailne lagi hai. Thand ke bawajood, uski chut Vikram ke is physical closeness par ekdam zordar response de rahi thi—bas isliye kyunki woh uske itne qareeb thi, uski body scent uski saanson mein bhar rahi thi.
Vikram ke lund ne bhi ek microsecond mein react kiya.
Uska thick, 8-inch lamba erection uske waist-cloth ke piche ekdam rock-hard ho kar phool gaya aur seedha Priya ke soft, flat pet par tightly press hone laga. Dono ne is physical hardness ko saaf taur par feel kiya. Lekin na Priya piche hatti, aur na hi Vikram ne apne hips ko piche sarakaaya.
Kai minutes tak, us dark hut mein sirf unki bhari, garam saansen gunjti rahin.





Phir... Vikram ke rough haath ne dhere-dheere Priya ki back par movement shuru ki. Uska haath Priya ke jute ke kapde ke andar phisala—uski rough ungliyan Priya ki smooth, gori skin par ooper se neeche sahlaane lagin. Uski ungliyan Priya ki patli waist ke soft curve par ruktin, aur phir neeche sarakte hue uske rounded ass ke upper edge ko dabocha letin.

Priya ne koi resistance nahi dikhayi. Usne apne muh se ek 'Nahi' tak nahi nikala. Ulta, usne apne body ko Vikram ke bare chest se thoda aur tightly press kar liya.
Priya ke haath bhi ab poori tarah se azaad the. Usne dhere se apne gore haath ko Vikram ke broad chest par phiraaya, uske solid, muscular biceps aur uske ribs ko feel kiya. Phir uska haath dhere-dheere neeche ki taraf phisala—Vikram ke hard, V-cut abdominal muscles par, aur phir usse bhi neeche...
Jab Priya ke gore haath ki ungliyan Vikram ke us rock-hard erection ke upper shaft se takrayin... toh dono ki saans ek second ke liye bilkul ruk si gayi.
Vikram ke honton se ek behad low, garajti hui mardana saans nikli: "Priya..."
Priya ne koi lafz bol kar jawab nahi diya. Uska haath wahi tika raha.
Vikram ne apne haath se Priya ke chin ko dhere se pakda aur uska chehra thoda upar uthaya. Unki nam, bhukhi aankhen andhere mein ek doosre se takrayin. Vikram ne apne garam, wet honton ko Priya ke honton ke bilkul paas laya.
Is baar... Priya ne apna chehra piche nahi khaincha. Usne apni badi-badi aankhen dhere-dheere band kar lin.
Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ke wet, kaampte hue honton ko apne muh mein bhar liya aur use ek behad deep, wet aur hungry kiss kar liya!
*Mmmph... Slurp...*
Kiss shuruat mein behad soft thi, par agle hi pal woh behad deep aur passionate ho gayi. Vikram ne apni garam tongue ko Priya ke wet muh ke andar ghusa kar uske swaad ko choosna shuru kiya, aur Priya ne bhi apni tongue se uska poora sath diya. Uski 42 saal ki mature, wet lips Vikram ke lips se tightly lipat gaye.
Vikram ne apne ek haath se Priya ke jute ke kapde ko dhere se upar khainch kar hata diya.
Priya ke dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts khule andhere mein aazad ho gaye—full, round, garam aur erect dark nipples ke sath. Vikram ne apne bade, rough haath se uske right breast ko neeche se dabocha. Breast behad soft aur garam tha. Usne use gently press kiya, aur apne thumb se uske erect nipple ko dabocha kar roll karne laga.
"Mmmhh... ahh... Vikram..." Priya ke honton se kiss ke beech hi ek behad rasili, soft moan nikal gayi.
Priya ke gore haath ne ab poori tarah se Vikram ke us rock-hard lund ko dabocha liya tha. Kapde ke fabric ke upar se hi usne uski extreme hardness, uski thickness aur uski length ko feel kiya. Phir Priya ne dhere se Vikram ke waist-cloth ko neeche saraka diya.
Vikram ka rock-hard lund aazad ho kar seedha Priya ke soft, gore haath mein aa gaya.
Woh behad garam, heavy, thick aur tip se pehle se hi clear precum se geela tha. Priya ne bina kisi hichkichahat ke apne haath ki grip ko set kiya aur Vikram ke lund ko Slowly Stroke karna shuru kar diya—ooper se neeche, full length par, ek firm aur wet grip ke sath!
*Rub... Rub... Slurp...*
Vikram ki saans Priya ke wet chehre par behad bhari aur aag jaisi garam ho gayi. Usne Priya ke breasts ko thoda aur zor se squeeze kiya, uske erect nipples ko apni ungliyon ke beech dabocha, jabki neeche uska lund Priya ke soft haath mein rhythmic speed se stroke ho raha tha.
Unki kiss aur bhi zyada gehari aur hungry hoti gayi. Priya ab Vikram ke jism se poori tarah se chipki hui thi. Uski gori, rasili thighs Vikram ke hard lund ke aaspas dhere-dheere move kar rahi thin, uski chut ki garma-garam wetness uski thighs ko bheego rahi thi.
"Tu... tu door kyun ja rahi thi mujhse, Priya...?" Vikram ne kiss ke beech behad low, garajti aawaaz mein poochha.
Priya ne apni aankhen nahi kholin. Usne bas Vikram ke lund par apne haath ki grip ko thoda aur tight kiya aur strokes ki speed badha di.
"Main... main try kar rahi thi, Vikram..." Priya ne haafte hue uske honton par kaha. "Lekin... lekin mera jism nahi maan raha..."
Usne baaki lafz bolne ki zaroorat nahi samjhi. Uske 42 saal ke mature jism ne poora jawab de diya tha. Uski chut andar se poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi. Uske D-cup breasts ke nipples ekdam tight the. Aur uska gora haath Vikram ke us thick lund ko chhodne se poori tarah inkar kar raha tha.
Vikram ne Priya ko aur tightly apne bare chest se chipka liya. Uska ek haath Priya ke soft, rounded ass par dabocha hua tha, aur doosra haath uske heavy breast par. Priya ka haath continuous tarike se Vikram ke 8-inch thick lund ko slowly, firmly stroke kar raha tha.
Dono ki saansen ab ek doosre ke throat mein ghul rahi thin. Kiss ruk-ruk kar jari thi—kabhi behad deep, tongue-sucking kiss, toh kabhi bas hont se hont ka garam takraav.
Thand ab hut ke andar se poori tarah se mit chuki thi.
Uski jagah sirf do bheege hue jismon ki garmi aur ek behad bhari, teekhi erotic tension baaki thi—
Ek aisa mardana-auratana nasha jo dono ko dhere-dheere dubara us sarhad ke bilkul paas le ja raha tha...
Jahan se wapas lautna ab kisi bhi haalat mein namumkin tha.
Priya ke gore haath mein Vikram ka rock-hard lund tha...
Vikram ke bade haath mein Priya ke soft, bhari D-cup breasts...
Aur unke beech... ek behad lamba, gehra aur rasila kiss jo ab kisi ko bhi rukne nahi de raha tha.



Hut ke andar ki fiza ab thand se nahi, balki jismanya aag aur hawas ki behad teekhi garmaahat se sulag rahi thi.

Vikram ne us deep kiss ko aur bhi zyada gehra, violent aur hungry kar diya. Usne Priya ke wet, swollen lower lip ko apne daanton ke beech daba kar halka sa kaata—Ah!—aur phir apne honton ko Priya ke gore, nange gale par sarakaya. Uske haath ab bhi Priya ke un heavy, full D-cup breasts par tightly dabocha hue the. Usne unhe behad rough-gentle tarike se squeeze kiya, unke erect dark nipples ko apni ungliyon se dabocha, aur phir jhuk kar Priya ke right breast ke nipple ko apne garam muh mein bhar liya.
SCHLUURRRP!
Vikram ne behad shiddat aur hungry pulls se doodh aur ras ko choosna shuru kiya. Pehle soft, par phir behad gehra aur rhythmic suction.
Priya ke wet honton se turant ek lambi, rasili aur uncontrollable moan nikal kar hut mein gunj gayi:
"AHHH... VIKRAM... AHHH...!"
Vikram ne apne left haath se Priya ke left breast ko daba kar milk ko aage push kiya, aur phir left nipple par shift ho kar use bhi same tarike se choosa—daanton se halka drag, tongue se round-round movement, aur poore muh se deep pulls.
Priya ki patli, gori kamar Vikram ke jism ke against rhythmic tarike se hilne lagi. Uski ungliyan Vikram ke lambe, bheege hue baalon mein gehari gad gayi thin.
Phir... Vikram dhere-dheere Priya ke jism par neeche ki taraf sarakne laga.
Uske garam hont Priya ke flat pet par, uski navel (naabhi) par, aur phir usse bhi neeche phisalte gaye. Vikram ne apne dono haathon se Priya ki gori, rasili thighs ko pakada aur unhe door tak phaila diya.
Priya ki thodi si hairy, wet pink chut chaandni aur aag ki halki roshni mein bilkul clear khul gayi—garam, suje hui, aur pehle se hi natural wetness aur precum se chamakti hui.
Vikram ne ek microsecond ke liye us khoobsurat, ripe mature chut ko dekha... aur phir apni garam, choudee tongue ko seedha Priya ki erect clit (top head) par rakh kar dabocha diya!
SLURP!
Priya ka poora 42 saal ka mature body ek zordar jhatke ke sath zameen par uchhal gaya!
"AAAAAHHHHHH...!! VIKRAM...!!"
Vikram ne apni poori flat tongue se Priya ki us wet pink chut ko slow, broad aur deep strokes mein chatna (cunnilingus) shuru kar diya! Hairy soft lips ke beech apni tongue ko ghusata, clit ko apne honton se dabocha kar suck karta, aur kabhi neeche uski wet entrance ke aaspas circle banata.
Priya ke wet muh se ab continuous, bhari aur slutty moans nikalne lagin:
"AHH... AHH... VIKRAM... AUR... CHATO MUJHE... AHHHH... HAAN... WAHI PAR...!"
Uske haath andhere mein ghabrahat aur pleasure ke maare zameen par idhar-udhar scramble kar rahe the. Ek haath zameen par rakhe hue us black marine walkie-talkie par ja kar pada jise usne pehle side mein rakha tha. Uski ungli galti se PTT (Push-to-Talk) locking button par dab gayi!
Device ON ho gaya—red transmission light jal uthi! Frequency poori tarah se open ho gayi!
Priya ko is baat ka zara bhi andaza nahi tha.
Woh sirf Vikram ke honton aur uski tongue ka teekha nasha feel kar rahi thi. Vikram ab poora maza le raha tha. Usne Priya ki gori thighs ko aur wide phaila diya, apne poore muh se uski hairy pink chut ko cover kar liya aur behad violent speed mein chusna aur chatna shuru kar diya!




Wet, geeli sounds hut ke andar gunjne lagin: Slurp... Slurp... Slurp... Priya ki rasili moans ab uncontrollable ho kar teez hoti ja rahi thin:

"MMMH... AHHH... VIKRAM... MAT RUK... AHHHH... AUR TEEZ CHATO...!!"
Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke us dark 3BHK room mein.
Arjun ke marine walkie-talkie par achanak static noise clear hui, red light jali, aur uski sagi maa ki behad clear, rasili aur slutty moans live bajne lagin:
"...AHH... AHH... VIKRAM... AUR CHATO... AHHHH...!"
Arjun ka dil seene mein ek second ke liye bilkul ruk sa gaya! Uska khoon jaise pighal kar paanv mein chala gaya. Usne kaampte haathon se volume knob ko aur FULL par ghuma diya.
Uski sagi maa ki pure sexual pleasure wali rasili moans... aur beech mein us mard Vikram ka naam! Arjun ne darr aur sharam ke maare apne muh par haath rakh liya, lekin uske shorts ke piche... uska apna young lund ek microsecond mein rock-hard, fhatne ki kagaar par khada ho gaya!
Forbidden Island par... Vikram ne Priya ki erect clit ko apne daanton ke beech dabocha kar halka sa press kiya, aur apni do garam ungliyon ko dhere se uski wet chut ke andar ghusa diya!
SLIPP-THWACK!
Priya ka poora jism bijli ke jhatke se kaamp utha! Usne Vikram ke baalon ke guchhe ko apne haathon mein kas ke dabocha aur uske chehre ko apni wet chut par aur zordar dhang se press kar diya!
Kuch hi seconds ke andar... Priya ka violent ORGANISM (climax) poore force ke sath phat pada!
"AAAAAHHHHHH... NIKAL... NIKAL RAHI HOON... AHHHHH...!!"
Priya ki gori thighs Vikram ke sar ke chaaro taraf thar-thar kaampne lagin. Uski tight chut ne Vikram ki ungliyon ko itni shiddat se squeeze kiya ki female cum ki garma-garam dhaar phat kar Vikram ke muh aur honton par phail gayi! Vikram ne use aakhri drop tak apni tongue se chaat kar saaf kiya, jab tak ki Priya poori tarah se soft aur relaxed nahi ho gayi.
Priya haafte hui zameen par leti rahi. Body ekdam soft, legs wide open, aur aankhen aadhi band. Vikram upar aaya aur uske bagal mein let gaya. Usne Priya ke swollen, wet honton par ek halka sa kiss kiya aur low, garajti aawaaz mein dhere se poochha:
"Achha laga, Priya...?"
Priya ne apni aankhen nahi kholin. Sharam aur hawas ke nashe mein uske cheeks laal-tamatar ho chuke the. Usne bas dhere se apna sar haan mein hilaaya—Haan.
Vikram ne Priya ka gora haath pakad kar apne us 8-inch thick, rock-hard lund par rakh diya, jo precum se bheege hue pulsing kar raha tha.
"Ab tu bhi... mera kar."
Priya ne thodi der tak kuch nahi kiya. Phir woh dhere se uthi aur Vikram ke legs ke beech mein ghutnon ke bal position le li. Usne Vikram ke us vishalkay, thick aur precum se geelay lund ko apne soft haath mein dabocha. Ek second ke liye us vishalkay erection ko dekha... aur phir apne wet, swollen honton ko uske heavy helmet (head) par rakh diya!
SLURP!
Priya ne pehle apni tongue se helmet ke precum ko taste kiya, aur phir apna muh poora khol kar uske head ko apne muh ke andar bhar liya! Dhere-dheere usne poore 8-inch thick length ko apne throat tak lene ki koshish ki. Cheeks andar dhas rahe the, tongue se base tak round-round strokes de rahi thi!
Vikram ke honton se ek behad deep, garajti mardana moan nikal gayi:
"AAHH... HAAN... PRIYA... AISE HI...!"



Priya ab pehle se kahin zyada experienced aur skilled ho chuki thi. Usne ek behad wet rhythm bana liya—ooper-neeche, kabhi deep throat sucking, toh kabhi sirf helmet ko apne honton se dabocha kar suck karna! Garam aansu uski aankhon mein aa gaye jab lund gehra jaata, par usne muh piche nahi khaincha. Uska ek haath Vikram ke heavy balls ko gently sahla raha tha.

Wet, continuous oral sucking sounds poore hut mein gunj rahi thin: Slurp... Slurp... Thwack... Slurp...
Vikram ne Priya ke lambe baalon mein ungliyan phiraayein, use halka sa guide karte hue: "Tu... tu expert hoti ja rahi hai, Priya... ahhh..."
Thodi hi der mein... Vikram ki thighs tight hone lagin, uski saansen behad tez ho gayin:
"Priya... main... main nikalne wala hoon... tera gaadha protein aane wala hai..."
Priya ne apna muh piche nahi hataya. Ulta usne Vikram ke lund ko aur deep throat tak le liya!
Vikram ka poora jism ek zordar jhatke ke sath tight hua, aur usne apna poora gaadha, garam load daag diya:
"AHHHHHHH-HNNNNN-PRIYAAAA...!!"
SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!
Behad gaadha, garam aur thick cum phat kar seedha Priya ke throat ke andar chala gaya! Priya ne pehla ghoont nigala, phir doosra... usne Vikram ke cum ke har ek phuware ko apne gale se neeche utar liya! Usne lund ke head ko aakhri drop tak apni tongue se chaat kar saaf kar diya.
Jab usne muh piche khaincha, toh uske wet honton ke kone par Vikram ke gaadhe cum ki ek safed boond chamak rahi thi.
Vikram ne Priya ko ooper khainch kar apne bare chest se tightly chipka liya. Usne Priya ke swollen honton par ek deep kiss kiya—dono ke honton par cum ka salty taste abhi bhi baha hua tha.
"Ab tu... bilkul expert ho gayi hai," Vikram ne haafte hue kaha.
Priya ne Vikram ke chest par apna sar rakh diya. Usse kuch bolne ki himmat nahi hui. Uske jism mein ab bhi orgasm ka residual jhatka baaki tha. Walkie-talkie ab bhi zameen par ON tha, red transmission light chamak rahi thi... Lekin Priya ne use notice nahi kiya.
Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke dark room mein.
19 saal ke Arjun ne apni sagi maa ki har ek moan, har ek "VIKRAM AUR CHATO MUJHE", har ek wet cunnilingus sound, aur aakhir mein apni maa ke gale se nikalne wali woh choking, wet deep-throat sucking sounds live sun li thin!
Arjun ne apne lund ko itni violent speed se haath se hilaya tha ki ab uske haath ki skin aur ungliyan dard kar rahi thin.
Uska apna gaadha, garam cum uske haath aur shorts par bikhra hua tha.
Aankhon mein garma-garam aansu...
Dil mein ek behad khaufnak, ganda cuckold-tofan!
Forbidden Island par...
Priya apne naye male owner ke chest par sar rakh kar shaant so rahi thi,
aur radio transmission unke is paap ko khule aasmaan mein baha raha tha.


Priya ab bhi Vikram ke bare chest par haafte hue leti hui thi, uske 42 saal ke voluptuous jism par sweat aur cum ki garmaahat jhalas rahi thi, jab Vikram ne dhere se use apni muscular baahon mein lapet kar ghumaya.

Vikram ne use zameen par apne haath aur ghutnon ke bal position mein kar diya—Doggy Position.
Priya ke gore knees aur uske kaampte hue haath zameen ke sookhe patton par the. Uske dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts neeche ki taraf latak rahe the, unke erect dark nipples ground ke leaves ko touch kar rahe the. Uski patli waist jhuki hui thi aur uske soft, rounded D-cup ass ke curves hawa mein unche uthe hue the.
Vikram uske piche ghutnon ke bal aa gaya. Usne apne dono bade, rough haathon ko Priya ke soft ass par rakha aur unhe dhere se dono taraf phaila diya.
Priya ki thodi si hairy, wet pink chut ab bilkul Vikram ke samne khuli hui thi—suje hui, open, aur un dono ke saliva, natural wetness aur cum se chamakti hui.
Vikram ne apne us 8-inch thick, rock-hard lund ke heavy helmet ko Priya ke wet entrance par set kiya. Tip se uski chut ke lips ko ooper-neeche rub kiya. Priya ke wet honton se ek impatient, rasili moan nikal gayi:
"Vikram... aah... andar daalo..."
Vikram ne apne hips ko piche khaincha aur ek hi zordar, violent UPWARD THRUST mein apna poora lund aakhri inch tak Priya ki chut ke andar daag diya!
SLIPP-THWACK!
"AAAAAHHHHHH...!! VIKRAM...!!"
Priya ke poore throat se ek behad bhari, rasili scream nikal kar hut mein gunj gayi! Doggy position mein Vikram ka thick lund pehle se kahin zyada gehra, seedha uske uterine mouth tak hit kar raha tha. Vikram ne apne dono haath Priya ki patli waist par dabocha kar poori taqat se heavy strokes maarna shuru kar diye!
THUP... THUP... THUP... THUP...!!
Har ek dhakka full length ka tha—poora lund bahar nikalta, aur phir ek jhatke mein poora andar ghus jata. Priya ke heavy D-cup breasts har stroke ke sath aage-piche tezi se jhool rahe the. Uske wet honton se continuous, broken screams aur moans nikalne lagin:
"AHH... AHH... BEHAD... BEHAD DEEP HAI... AHHHH... VIKRAM... DHEERE... NAHI... AHHHH...!"
Lekin Vikram speed kam nahi kar raha tha. Usne Priya ke soft, rounded ass ko zor-zor se pakad kar dabocha aur aur bhi teez violent chudai maarna shuru kar diya. Vikram ke heavy balls Priya ki erect clit se continuous takraa rahe the. Wet, geeli, bhaari THUP THUP ki aawaaz poore hut mein gunj rahi thi.
Priya ke arms thakan aur pleasure ke maare kamzor padne lage. Woh lagbhag chehre ke bal zameen par girne wali thi, lekin Vikram ne uske hips ko hawa mein uthaye rakha aur continuous heavy strokes diye:
"Teri chut... itni garam... itni tight aur rasili hai, Priya... AHHH!" Vikram ne haafte hue garaj kar kaha.
Priya ki nam aankhon se garma-garam aansu nikal rahe the—behad teekhe physical pleasure ke aansu! Usne piche haath badha kar Vikram ki bare, muscular thigh ko kas ke pakad liya:
"AUR... AUR ZOR SE CHOD MUJHE... AHHHH... PHAAD DE MERI CHUT...!!"


Vikram ne Priya ke lambe kaale baalon ko ek haath mein dabocha aur halka sa piche khaincha. Doosre haath se uske ek heavy D-cup breast ko neeche se dabocha kar nichoda. Speed ab double ho gayi! Priya ki rasili screams ab poore island par gunj rahi thin:

"AAAAAHHHHH... MAIN... MAIN NIKAL RAHI HOON... AHHHHH...!!"
Priya ke jism mein ek behad violent ORGANISM phat pada! Uski tight chut ne Vikram ke lund ko itni shiddat se squeeze kiya ki Vikram ke muh se bhi ek deep groan nikla: "AHHH... PRIYA...!"
Lekin Vikram ne rukna nahi chaha. Organism ke beech bhi woh use continuous doggy-style mein chodta raha! Priya ka 42 saal ka body thar-thar kaamp raha tha, uske legs soft ho chuke the, par woh Vikram ke har ek dhakke ko poori shiddat se accept kar rahi thi.
Thodi der baad, Vikram ne Priya ko waist se pakad kar ghumaya.
Priya ab Vikram ke neeche seedhi leti hui thi—legs wide open, chest tezi se ooper-neeche ho raha tha, aankhen aadhi band, aur wet honton se continuous soft moans nikal rahi thin.
Vikram ne Priya ke dono gore legs ko utha kar apne broad shoulders par rakh diya—Mating Press Position.
Is position mein Priya ki wet pink chut poori tarah se open, helpless aur vulnerable ho chuki thi. Vikram ne apna geela, pulsing erection uske entrance par rakha aur ek heavy, deep stroke mein poora ka poora lund aakhri inch tak andar ghusa diya!
SLIPP-THWACK!
"AAAAAHHHHHH...!! VIKRAM...!!"
Priya ki sabse bhari, rasili scream aaj raat ki nikal gayi! Mating press mein Vikram ka thick lund seedha uske garbhashay (womb) ke against zordar dhakka maar raha tha. Vikram ne Priya ke upar apne poore 6'2" muscular weight ke sath khud ko set kiya aur ek jungli janwar ki tarah heavy thrusts maarna shuru kar diye!
THUP-THUP-THUP-THUP-THUP...!!
Har ek stroke poora, heavy aur relentless tha. Priya ke bhari D-cup breasts Vikram ke bare chest se press ho-ho kar dono taraf phail rahe the. Vikram ne Priya ke wet honton ko apne muh mein bhar liya—ek deep, messy, open-mouth tongue kiss! Priya ab sagi screams aur moans Vikram ke muh ke andar hi nikaal rahi thi:
"AHH... AHH... AHH... VIKRAM... BEHAD... BEHAD HARD HAI... AHHHH... MERI CHUT... AHHHH...!!"
Vikram ne Priya ke legs ke angle ko aur fold kiya, unhe lagbhag Priya ke chest se laga diya, aur ek behad gehra, vertical angle bana diya. Ab Vikram ka har ek stroke Priya ki chut ke sabse aakhri kone ko seedha hit kar raha tha!
Priya ki palke palti khagayen. Uski ungliyon ke nakhun Vikram ki bare back par lambe, laal kharonch nikaal rahe the.
"MAIN... MAIN PHIR SE... AHHHH... NIKALNE WALI HOON...!!"
Doosra violent orgasm Priya ke poore jism mein bijli ki tarah daud gaya! Usne Vikram ko itna tightly pakad liya ki uski ungliyon ke knuckles safed pad gaye. Uski wet chut ne Vikram ke lund ko pulse-pulse karke milk karna shuru kar diya!
Vikram ne uske orgasm ke beech bhi speed kam nahi ki, ulta aur teez, violent thrusts maare:
"HAAN... NIKAL... MERI AURAT... APNA POORA RAS MERI UPAR NIKAL... AHHH...!!"
Priya ab poori tarah se incoherent, uncontrollable moans mein thi:
"AHHH... AHHH... AHHH... HAAN... HAAN... AHHHH... VIKRAM... TERA LUND... AHHHH...!"
Uske dimaag ke saare taar poori tarah se pighal rahe the. Itni hard, itni deep, itni continuous aur heavy mating usne apni poori zindagi mein pehli baar feel ki thi! Vikram ka 6'2" ka muscular frame uske upar tha, uska thick 8-inch lamba lund uski chut ke andar continuous fire ki tarah heavy dhakke maar raha tha, aur uske garam hont Priya ke honton par the.
Hut ke andar sirf do hi cheezein baaki thin—
Bhaari, geeli, continuous THUP THUP THUP...
Aur ek 42 saal ki mature aurat ki pure broken, high-pitched screams of pleasure!
Vikram ab poore animal mating mode mein tha...
Aur Priya uske neeche... poori tarah se toot kar, pighal kar, hamesha ke liye uski ho chuki thi!

Vikram ke mardana dhakke ab poori tarah se bekaabu, violent aur ek jungli shikaari jaisay ho chuke the.

Mating press position mein usne Priya ke dono gore legs ko apne broad shoulders par itna fold karke rakha tha ki uski 42 saal ki mature, wet pink chut bilkul open aur deep target ban chuki thi. Vikram ka har ek zordar stroke poore force ke sath uski chut ke aakhri kone ( uterine wall) tak hit kar raha tha.
THUP... THUP... THUP... THUP...!!
Gharshana ki geeli, bhaari THUP THUP ki aawaaz hut mein continuous aur zordar dhang se gunj rahi thi. Priya ke bhari-bhari D-cup breasts Vikram ke bare, solid chest ke against press ho-ho kar dono taraf phail rahe the, unke erect dark nipples Vikram ke ribs par phisal rahe the. Uske wet honton se ab sirf broken, high-pitched slutty moans nikal rahi thin:
"AHH... AHH... VIKRAM... MAIN... MAIN NAHI RUK PA RAHI HOON... AHHHH...!"
Uske jism ke andar teesra violent orgasm pehle se kahin zyada speed mein phatne ko taiyar tha. Uski wet chut ne Vikram ke 8-inch thick lund ke helmet ko baar-baar tightly squeeze aur pulse karna shuru kar diya tha.
Vikram ne jaise hi is gehre contraction ko feel kiya, uski mardana speed aur violent ho gayi! Usne Priya ke wet, swollen honton ko apne muh mein bhar liya—ek behad deep, wet aur open-mouth tongue kiss—aur neeche se ek jungli janwar ki tarah zordar heavy thrusts maarta raha!




Priya ka poora 42 saal ka voluptuous body achanak ek zordar violent spasm (kaamp) mein aa gaya!

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH... NIKAL... NIKAL RAHI HOON... AHHHHH... POORI NIKAL RAHEE HOON...!!"
Usne apne poore jism ki taqat se climax kiya! Uski tight, garma-garam chut ne Vikram ke lund ko itni violent speed mein milking karna shuru kiya ki Vikram ka mardana control bhi poori tarah se fhat kar bikhar gaya!
Vikram ne Priya ke soft, rounded ass ko apne dono haathon se zor se dabocha, ek aakhri, deepest aur most violent THRUST maara—poora ka poora 8-inch thick erection Priya ki chut ke sabse gehre kone mein daag diya—aur poore pressure ke sath apna CUM daag diya!
"UGGHHH... AHHHH... LE... LE MERA POORA CUM... AHHHH... PRIYA...!!"
SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!
Garam, thick, gaadha aur heavy load ke phuware seedha Priya ki chut ke sabse gehre hisse mein fhat kar bharne lage!
Ek pulse... Doosri... Teesri... Vikram ke poore 6'2" muscular body ne ek zordar jhatke ke sath apna mahino se jama hua gaadha cum Priya ki chut ke andar udel diya.
Priya ne us gaadhe cum ki har ek pulse ko apni chut ke andar clear feel kiya—itna garam, itna zyada, aur uske andar aag ki tarah phailta hua! Uski nam aankhon se garma-garam aansu nikal aaye. Usne Vikram ko aur tightly pakad liya, uski bare back par apne nakhun gehre gaad diye, aur Vikram ke muh ke andar hi soft, broken moans nikaalti rahi:
"Ahh... ahh... bhar... bhar diya... ahhh... andar poora... ahhh..."
Vikram ne uski chut ke andar apne cum ke aakhri drop tak ko daag diya. Uske hips ab bhi chhote-chhote upward thrusts de rahe the, jaise woh us gaadhe cum ko aur gehra uterine mouth ke andar push karna chahta ho.
Dono poori tarah se haafte hue, pasine aur cum se geele, ek doosre se tightly lipte hue the. Vikram ka lund ab bhi Priya ki chut ko poori tarah se plug kiye hue tha. Gaadha cum dhere-dheere unke milan ke kinaron se phisal kar bahar nikalne laga tha, par zyada tar load uske andar hi bhara hua tha.
Kai seconds tak koi ek inch bhi nahi hila.
Sirf unki bhaari, breathless saansen hut mein gunj rahi thin.
Priya ke heavy D-cup breasts Vikram ke chest se pressed the.
Vikram ke garam hont Priya ke forehead par the.
Aur Priya ki chut ke andar Vikram ka gaadha cum aag ki tarah phail kar shaant ho raha tha.
Aakhir kar, Vikram ne dhere se Priya ke legs ko apne shoulders se neeche utaara, lekin apna lund uski chut se bahar nahi nikaala. Woh Priya ke upar hi lita raha, apne weight ka thoda hissa apni elbows par tika kar, taaki Priya dab na jaye. Usne Priya ke bheege baalon ko sahlaaya aur uske swollen honton par ek behad soft, deep kiss kiya.
Priya ne apni aankhen kas ke band kiye hue Vikram ke muscular body ko apne haathon se dabocha rakha. Uske muh se koi lafz nahi nikla. Uske jism ke andar ab bhi Vikram ke lund ka gehra pressure aur uske gaadhe cum ki garmaahat mojud thi. Uski gori thighs bilkul soft ho chuki thin, aur uski chut residual orgasm se dhere-dheere kaamp rahi thi.
Thodi der baad... Vikram ne dhere se apna lund Priya ki chut se bahar khaincha.
SLIPPP-SCHLUCK!
Lund ke bahar nikalte hi, Vikram ke gaadhe cum ka ek thick, white flow Priya ki wet chut se bahar aaya aur uski gori thighs aur hips par behne laga.
Priya ke honton se ek soft, empty moan nikli: "Ahhh..."
Vikram ne turant Priya ko apni baahon mein khainch kar apne bagal mein lita liya. Usne Priya ke nange, gore jism ko apne bare body se tightly chipka liya, aur uske sar ko apne broad chest par rakh diya.
Priya ne Vikram ke us khoon se lathe, strong arm ko pakad kar apne seene se laga liya.
Koi ek lafz nahi.
Sirf do haafte hue nange jism,
Ek doosre ki muscular baahon mein,
Aur Priya ki chut se Vikram ka gaadha cum ab bhi dhere-dheere phisal kar zameen par girta hua.
Hut ke bahar thandi, baraf jaisi hawa chal rahi thi...
Lekin andar... sirf unki milati hui saansen thin,
Aur ek gehari, bhaari khamoshi jisme Purnima ki raat ka yeh aakhri, violent Climax ab bhi gunj raha tha.
Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke us dark 3BHK room mein.
19 saal ka Arjun walkie-talkie ko dono haathon se kas ke pakde hue, zameen par ghutnon ke bal gira hua tha.
Usne speaker par ek-ek aawaaz live sun li thi—
Uski sagi maa ki woh violent, high-pitched slutty screams...
Us mard Vikram ke zordar, heavy thrusts ki geeli THUP THUP...
Uski maa ka woh "BHAR DIYA ANDAR POORA..." kehna...
Aur aakhir mein... woh wet, suction sound jab us mard ne apna lund uski maa ki chut se bahar khaincha tha!
Arjun ki aankhon se garma-garam aansuon ki dhaar beh kar uske gale ko bheego rahi thi. Uska dil andar se hazaar tukdon mein toot kar bikhar chuka tha.
Uske dimaag mein ekdam saaf, khaufnak clarity aa chuki thi:
Uski sagi maa... uski sundar, sanskari Mumma... ab kisi aur mard ki ho chuki thi.
Woh ab Vikram ki claimed aurat ban chuki thi... Woh uske lund ki gulam aur uske cum se bhar chuki thi.

Arjun ne apne kaampte haathon se apne muh ko daba liya aur zameen par sar rakh kar phoot-phoot kar rone laga. Uska apna lund, jo pichle aadhe ghante se uski maa ki chudai ki aawaazon par violent speed se stroke ho raha tha, ab uske haath par apna gaadha cum chhod kar aahista-aahista dheela pad raha tha.

Trauma, gehra cuckold-shame, aur ek behad dirty, broken reality ne Arjun ko hamesha ke liye badal kar rakh diya tha.
Forbidden Island par...
Priya apne naye male owner ke chest par apna chehra chhupa kar uski baahon mein soyi hui thi, uski chut mein Vikram ka cum bhara hua tha...
Aur Mumbai mein... uska beta apni sagi maa ke is poore paap ko sun kar zameen par bikhar chuka tha.

[Joker44]

Subah ki pehli mulayam, sunehri roshni jab bamboo ke gaps se hoti hui hut ke andar aayi, toh Priya pehle se hi Vikram ki muscular baahon ke ghere mein thi.
Raat wala gaadha cum ab bhi uski gori thighs aur chut ke lips par ek geeli garmaahat chhod gaya tha. Priya ke 42 saal ke voluptuous jism mein ek behad gehari, pighli hui physical thakan thi, lekin ab uske andar piche hatne ya resist karne ki koi koshish nahi bachi thi.
Vikram ki palke jab khulin, toh usne sabse pehle Priya ke soft, gora forehead par apne garam hont rakhe, aur phir dhere se uske wet, swollen honton par. Priya ne apni aankhen band hi rakhin, lekin usne us kiss ka jawaab diya—dhere, soft, bina kisi violent dhakke ke, poori aatmik garmaahat ke sath.
Vikram ke rough haath ne Priya ke phate hue jute ke kapde ko dhere se ooper saraka diya. Uske dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts azaad ho gaye. Raat ki violent chudai ke baad unki skin thodi sensitive aur garam thi. Vikram ne right breast ko neeche se apne haath mein liya, use gently press kiya, aur apne garam honton se dark erect nipple ko dabocha kar peena shuru kar diya.
Schluurrrpp... Schluurrrpp...
Garam, meetha aur mehkata hua milk dhere-dheere Vikram ke muh mein bharne laga. Priya ne ek lambi, rasili aur sukoon bhari saans li. Usne apne gore haath se Vikram ke sar ko pakad liya, uski ungliyan uske bheege baalon mein phail gayin, par usne use apne seena se hataaya nahi. Ulta, usne dhere se Vikram ke muh ko apne heavy breast par thoda aur tightly press kar diya.
Vikram ne dono breasts ko baari-baari khali kiya—deep, slow aur hungry pulls. Priya ke wet honton se kabhi-kabhi ek soft, rasili moan nikal jaati: "Mmmhh... ahh... Vikram..."
Jab Vikram ne aakhri drop ko apni tongue se chaat kar alag kiya, toh Priya ke nipples wet aur swollen chamak rahe the. Vikram ne uske honton par phir se kiss kiya—doodh ka meetha swaad unke muh mein ab bhi ghula hua tha. Priya ne apni nam, badi aankhen khol kar Vikram ko dekha. Muh se kuch nahi bola, bas apna sar Vikram ke solid chest par tika diya.
Subah ka waqt aise hi narmi aur aatmik closeness mein guzar gaya. Dono ne thoda roast kiya hua shikaar khaya, lake se saaf paani bhara... lekin kaam karte waqt unki nazrein ek doosre se baar-baar takraatiri. Pehle wali woh zehrila tanaav aur distance ab poori tarah mita chuka tha.
Dopahar ka waqt tha.
Jungle par dhoop behad tez thi. Vikram hut ke bahar aag ke liye sookhi lakdiya arrange kar raha tha, uska bare chest pasine se chamak raha tha. Priya ne hut ke andar se use thodi der dekha, aur phir dhere-dheere chalte hue uske paas aa gayi.
Usne ek lafz bhi nahi bola. Bas Vikram ke bilkul samne ghutnon ke bal zameen par baith gayi aur apne gore haathon se Vikram ke waist-cloth ko neeche saraka diya. Vikram ne surprise aur ek teekhe mardana ahankaar se Priya ko dekha, par usne use roka nahi.
Vikram ka 8-inch thick lund pehle se hi half-hard ho kar pulsing kar raha tha. Priya ne apne soft, gore haathon mein us vishalkay erection ko dabocha aur slowly stroke karna shuru kiya—jab tak ki woh ekdam rock-hard, taambayi rang ka aag jaisa solid nahi ho gaya.
Phir Priya ne apne wet, swollen honton ko khola aur Vikram ke lund ke heavy helmet (head) ko apne muh ke andar bhar liya!
SLURP!




Is baar Priya ka tarika pehle se kahin zyada confident, experienced aur natural tha. Usne poori length ko jitna ho sakta tha apne throat tak liya, apne cheeks ko andar khainch kar suck kiya, aur apni tongue se neeche ki moti veins ko feel karte hue round-round strokes diye.
Wet, continuous blowjob sucking sounds jungle ke sannate mein gunjne lagin: Slurp... Slurp... Thwack... Slurp...
Vikram ne Priya ke lambe baalon ko sahlaaya, aur dhere se use guide kiya: "Haan... Priya... aise hi... deep throat le... ahhh..."
Priya ne apne ek haath se Vikram ke heavy balls ko bhi gently sahlaaya, jabki muh se uske lund ko continuous, expert service de rahi thi. Thodi hi der mein Vikram ki thighs tight hone lagin, uski saansen behad teez ho gayin. Usne warn kiya: "Priya... main... main nikalne wala hoon..."
Priya ne apna muh piche nahi khaincha. Ulta usne Vikram ke lund ke base ko apne haath se aur kas ke pakada aur use poora throat tak gehra le liya!
Vikram ne poore force ke sath apna gaadha cum daag diya! Garam, thick load phat kar seedha Priya ke throat mein bharne laga. Priya ne use dhere-dheere, ghoont-ghoont karke poora nigal liya. Aakhri drop tak ko apni tongue se chaat kar saaf kiya.
Jab usne muh piche khaincha, toh uske hont swollen aur wet the. Usne neeche nazar kiye hue hi Vikram ka cloth upar kar diya aur uth kar hut ke andar chali gayi. Vikram thodi der zameen par khada hi raha, uski saans behad bhari aur ghani thi.
Shaam ka waqt tha.
Sooraj samundar ki aakhri sarhad par dhal raha tha, aasmaan par narangi aur gulabi rangat bikhri hui thi. Shore par soft, geeli sand thi aur samundar ki lehren halki sarsarahat kar rahi thin. Dono shaam ki hawa mein chalne nikle the.
Baat-cheet behad kam thi, lekin chalte waqt unke haath accidental tarike se ek doosre se chhu jaate. Ek jagah pahunch kar Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ka gora haath pakad liya. Priya ne apna haath piche nahi khaincha.
Thodi der baad, woh ek doosre ke nange jismon se chipak gaye. Kiss shuru hua—pehle soft, par phir behad teez aur passionate! Vikram ne Priya ko geeli sand par lita diya. Uske kapde jaldi se hata diye. Priya ne bhi Vikram ke waist-cloth ko neeche saraka diya.
Vikram ne Priya ki gori, rasili thighs ko door tak phailaaya, apna rock-hard, geela lund uski wet chut ke entrance par set kiya, aur ek deep, smooth stroke mein poora andar tak ghusa diya!
SLIPP-THWACK!
"Ahhh..."
Is baar koi dard ki scream nahi thi. Sirf ek gehari, rasili aur satisfied moan thi!
Vikram ne Priya ke upar apne haath tikaaye aur medium-fast pace se rhythmic chudai maarna shuru kar diya. Soft sand Priya ki bare back par chipak rahi thi. Samundar ki lehron ki aawaaz ke sath unke jismon ke takraane ki THUP-THUP-THUP ki soft aawaaz mil rahi thi.
Priya ne Vikram ki bare back ko apne haathon se pakad liya aur uske har ek dhakke ko poore haq se receive karti rahi. Uske bhari D-cup breasts har stroke ke sath hawa mein hil rahe the.
Yeh chudai quick thi. Teez, direct aur behad passionate.
Vikram ne Priya ke honton par kiss kiya, uske heavy breast ko apne muh mein bhar kar choosa, aur neeche se continuous rhythm mein dhakke maarta raha. Priya ka orgasm behad jaldi aa gaya—usne Vikram ko tightly pakad liya aur soft, continuous moans ke sath apna female cum daag diya. Vikram ne bhi kuch hi seconds ke baad Priya ki chut ke andar deep cum kar diya. Garam, gaadha fill!
Dono haafte hue wet sand par ek doosre se lipte rahe.



Thodi der baad, Vikram ne Priya ko apni baahon mein kas kar apne se chipka liya. Priya ne apna sar Vikram ke solid chest par rakh diya. Samundar ki thandi lehren unke paanv ko chhu rahi thin. Sooraj poori tarah se doob chuka tha.
Us poore din mein...
Subah breasts se doodh ka peena,
Dopahar lund ka cum nigalna,
Aur shaam ko geeli sand par chut ke andar gaadha cum bhara jana...
Priya ne apni zindagi mein pehli baar itni saaf clarity ke sath feel kiya ki uska 42 saal ka mature jism ab Vikram ko apna mard maan chuka tha.
Guilt ab bhi uske dil ke kisi kone mein tha...
Lekin woh guilt ab is teekhe jismanya aur aatmik surrender ke neeche poori tarah se dab chuka tha.

Uske baad ke paanch din behad alag, shaant aur ek ajeeb si aatmik narmi mein guzre.
Purnima ki raat ke us violent, heavy mating aur uske agle din ke surrender ke baad, Priya ne ab Vikram se distance banane ya khud ko usse door khainchne ki koshish lagbhag poori tarah se chhod di thi.
Har subah jab uski palke khultin, toh woh khud ko Vikram ke bare, broad chest se tightly chipka hua paati. Uska 42 saal ka voluptuous jism Vikram ki muscular baahon ke ghere mein poori tarah se safe aur relaxed hota. Kabhi-kabhi toh use yaad bhi nahi rehta tha ki raat ko sote waqt kab usne khud ghasit kar Vikram ke paas jaana aur uske jism ki garmi mein samana shuru kar diya tha.
Uske 42 saal ke mature jism ne ab ekdam saaf, bina kisi darr ke faisla kar liya tha—yeh 6'2" ka rugged mard uska savior hai, yeh aadmi uska safe house hai... aur yeh mard ab poori tarah se uska apna hai.
Subah ka routine ab behad natural aur khoobsurat ho chuka tha.
Hut ke andar subah ki sunehri roshni aate hi, Vikram Priya ke jute ke kapde ko dhere se neeche saraka deta. Uske dono bhari-bhari D-cup breasts azaad ho jaate. Vikram unhe apne haathon mein dabocha kar unke erect dark nipples se doodh peena shuru karta—kabhi behad soft, dhiemi chusayi ke sath, toh kabhi thodi hungry, deep pulls ke sath.
Priya apni aankhen dhere-dheere band kiye hue, apne gore haathon se Vikram ke bheege baalon ko sahlaati. Pehle wali woh teekhi sharam aur ghabrahat ab uske chehre par nahi rehti thi. Jab Vikram ke hont uske nipples par deep suction banate, toh Priya ke lower abdomen mein ek behad garam, meethi lehr phail jaati. Woh use kabhi piche nahi hatati thi. Ulta, woh dhere se apne breast ko Vikram ke muh mein aur aage push kar deti, aur uske honton se ek soft, rasili moan nikalti: "Mmmhh... ahh... Vikram..."
Dopahar ke waqt, woh dono mil kar island par kaam karte. Jungle ke andar ja kar taaza fruits laate, lake se saaf paani ke containers bharte, aur hut ke paas aag ke liye sookhi lakdiya jama karte.
Kaam karte hue unke haath aur jism baar-baar ek doosre se chhu jaate. Kabhi-kabhi Vikram jungle ke raste par chalte hue piche se aakar Priya ki patli, soft waist par apne dono bade haath daal deta aur use apne bare chest se chipka leta. Priya ek second ke liye rukti, aur phir dhere se Vikram ke rough haathon par apne gore haath rakh deti.
Koi lafz nahi bole jaate the... sirf ek behad gehra physical acceptance tha.
Ek dopahar, jab sooraj ki dhoop lake ke shaffaf paani par chamak rahi thi, dono lake ke kinare ek bade patthar par ek doosre se sat kar baithe hue the.
Priya ne lake ke paani mein apne gore paanv daal rakhe the. Usne dhere se, behad rone wali par shaant aawaaz mein kaha:




Main... main khud ko samajh nahi pa rahi hoon, Vikram... Pehle jab tum mujhe chuute the, toh mere andar ek behad khaufnak guilt uthta tha... Apne pati Raj ka, apne bete Arjun ka... Ab bhi woh guilt aata hai, lekin... lekin ab woh dhere-dheere kam hota ja raha hai..."
Vikram ne Priya ki taraf dekha. Uski kaali, gehri aankhon mein mardana protectiveness aur aakarshan chamak raha tha. Usne aage badh kar Priya ke gore haath ko apne haath mein dabocha liya.
"Tu pichle kai mahino se mere sath is island par hai, Priya," Vikram ne behad low, garajti aur garamaahat se bhari aawaaz mein kaha. "Maine tujhe maut se bachaya hai, tujhe apne haathon se khilaya hai, aur tujhe apne jism par haq se liya hai. Tu mere andar utar chuki hai, aur main tere andar. Guilt waqt ke sath-sath poori tarah mita jaayega."
Priya ne apni nam aankhen neeche jhuka lin. Uski collarbone par sooraj ki roshni chamak rahi thi.
"Arjun... Papa... unka chehra ab bhi meri closed eyelids ke piche aata hai, Vikram..." Priya ke hont kaampe. "Lekin... lekin jab tum mujhe apni baahon mein pakadte ho, jab tum mera doodh peete ho ya mere andar aate ho... toh main unhe kuch waqt ke liye poori tarah bhool jaati hoon. Yeh... yeh behad galat hai na, Vikram?"
Vikram ne apne bade, rough haathon mein Priya ke 42 saal ke mature, gore chehre ko pakad liya. Usne Priya ki nam aankhon mein dekha:
"Is Forbidden Island par sahi aur galat ka koi qanoon ya book nahi hai, Priya. Yahan sirf hum dono hain. Aur jo sach humare jism aur dil feel karte hain... bas wohi sach hai."
Vikram ne jhuk kar Priya ke wet, kaampte honton par ek behad soft aur gehari kiss ki. Priya ne bina kisi hichkichahat ke us kiss ka poora jawab diya. Kiss dhere-dheere behad gehra aur passionate hota chala gaya.
Thodi hi der mein, woh dono lake ke paas soft geeli sand par ek doosre ke baahon mein let gaye. Us din ka sex violent ya aggressive nahi tha—woh behad soft, gehra aur aatmik tha. Dhieme, lambe dhakke, jism par dhere-dheere phisalte hue haath, aur ek doosre ke honton ko choosna. Priya ne Vikram ke broad shoulders ko tightly pakad kar rakha tha.




Jab uske jism mein ek gehra, meetha climax (orgasm) aaya, toh usne Vikram ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar dhere se uska naam liya: "Vikram... Mmmm..."—pehli baar itni narmi, haq aur pyaar ke sath.
Raaton mein ab woh hut ke alag-alag konon mein nahi sote the. Priya khud shaam hote hi Vikram ke bed par aa jaati. Uska sar Vikram ke bare chest par hota, aur Vikram ka ek bhaari, muscular arm Priya ke heavy D-cup breasts par tika hota.
Kabhi-kabhi raat ke gehre andhere mein, Priya ka apna gora haath dhere-dheere neeche sarakta aur Vikram ke us thick lund ko kapde ke upar se slowly stroke karne lagta. Vikram use dhere se kiss karta, uske breasts ko gently press karta... par har baar woh heavy sex ke liye force nahi karta tha. Kabhi-kabhi woh bas waise hi ek doosre se lipte hue, ek doosre ki saanson ko feel karte hue so jaate.
Chauthe din ki raat ko, Priya ne waterproof pouch mein se walkie-talkie ko uthaya. Pichle kai dino se usne ise touch nahi kiya tha. Usne power switch ON kiya aur behad dhiemi, soft aawaaz mein mic par boli:
"Arjun... mera bacha... Mumma... bilkul theek hai. Main... main yahan bilkul safe hoon beta. Vikram... woh mera behad khayal rakhhta hai, mujhe protect karta hai... Tum... tum apna khayal rakhna Arjun. Main... main tumhe behad yaad karti hoon..."
Priya ke lafz behad soft aur meethe the, lekin unme pehle wali woh phatti hui cheekhein, woh rona ya tootna ab nahi tha. Usne device ko switch OFF kiya aur walkie-talkie ko side mein rakh kar apna chehra Vikram ke bare chest mein chhupa liya. Vikram ne dhere se uske baalon ko sahlaaya, par muh se kuch nahi poochha.
Doosri taraf... Mumbai ke us dark 3BHK room mein.
19 saal ke Arjun ne speaker par apni sagi maa ki yeh aawaaz suni. Uske dil ke andar ek behad ajeeb, teekha aur jaanlewa dard utha.
Uski maa ki aawaaz mein ab pehle jaisa khauf, darr ya rona nahi tha. Uski aawaaz mein ek aisi shanti aur aatmik acceptance thi... jo Arjun ki rooh ko andar tak tod kar rakh rahi thi. Usne device ko apne seene se lagaye rakha, lekin us raat usne apne lund ko touch tak nahi kiya. Woh bas chup-chap apne bed par leta raha, uski aankhen aasmaan ko ghoorti rahin.
Forbidden Island par paanchve din ki shaam ko, dono hut ke bahar aag ke paas baithe hue the.
Priya ka sar Vikram ke broad shoulder par tika hua tha, aur uske gore haath Vikram ke rough haath mein tightly dabocha hue the. Samundar ki lehron ki dhiemi aawaaz aa rahi thi, aur aag ki halki, sunehri roshni unke chehron par pad rahi thi.
Priya ne apni nam aankhen dhere-dheere band kar lin.
Uske dil ke kisi kone mein ab bhi apne pati aur bete ke liye guilt tha...
Lekin us guilt ke sath-sath... ab ek behad naya, quiet aur strong feeling bhi aa chuka tha—
Ki yeh 6'2" ka rugged mard ab uski zindagi ka sabse bada aur iklota hissa ban chuka tha.
Aur woh ab use apne jism aur dil se door dhakelne ki taaqat nahi rakhti thi.
Vikram ne Priya ke haath par apni grip ko thoda aur tight kiya.
Usne bhi is silent surrender ko poori tarah se feel kar liya tha.
Priya ab dhere-dheere poori tarah se uski banti ja rahi thi—
Jism se pehle hi ban chuki thi, aur ab dil se bhi.

[Joker44]

Thanks story pasand karne ke liye! Story zyada badi nahi hai, aur next chapter last chapter hoga. Hope tumhe woh bhi enjoy hoga. Aur haan, jo jo cheezein tum chahte ho, unmein se most last chapter mein hongi.

[Joker44]

Do mahine se bhi zyada ka waqt guzar chuka tha us pehli toofan wali Purnima ki raat ko, jab Vikram ne pehli baar Priya ki marzi ke bina us par apna haq jamaya tha. Us ek raat ke baad se dono ki zindagi ka dharra hi badal gaya tha. Un do mahinon mein unke beech ka jism ka rishta itna gehra, itna behisaab aur itna regular ho chuka tha ki Priya ka poora wajood ab Vikram ke lund ka aadi ho gaya tha.

Subah ki pehli kiran se lekar raat ke gahre andhere tak, is island ka har ek kona unki chudai ka gawah ban chuka tha. Kabhi saaf, mulayam ret par jahan samundar ki laherein unke pairon ko chhooti thi, toh kabhi lake ke thande, saaf paani mein ek-doosre se lipat kar. Kabhi unke chhote se hut ke andar sookhi pattiyon ke bister par. Unki chudai mein ab koi sharm nahi bachi thi.
Vikram usse alag-alag tareeqon se leta tha. Kabhi Priya uske upar baith kar, apne heavy D-cup boobs ko dono haathon se pakad kar, uske lambay aur thick lund par khud ko ooper-neeche karti, ghutno ke bal hilti hui pagal ho jaati. Kabhi Vikram usse doggy position mein peeche se pakad kar itne jor-jor se dhakke maarta ki Priya ke bade boobs ret par ragad khate aur uski cheekhein poore jungle mein goonjti. Mating press mein toh woh uske dono leg fold karke uski chhati se laga deta aur itna deep ghusata ki Priya ko lagta ki uska lund uske pet ke aar-paar ho jaayega. Uske cum se uski chut har raat itni bhar jaati thi ki subah tak uski taango ke beech se safed garmi nikalati rehti thi.
In do mahinon ke behisaab physical intimacy aur mardana dominance ne Priya ke dimaag se purani duniya ke kai panno ko dhundhla kar diya tha. Ab woh kabhi-kabhi intense sex ke beech, jab Vikram uske nipple ko muh mein bhar kar chus raha hota ya uski chut ke sabse deep point par dhakke maar raha hota, toh uske muh se anjaane mein "Husband... ahh... mere pati..." nikal jata tha. Lekin phir bhi, uske dil ke kisi ek bohot chhote aur andhere kone mein guilt ka ek kaala sa saaya hamesha baitha rehta tha—Raj aur Arjun ka saaya.
Us din subah ki shuruaat aam dino jaisi nahi thi. Vikram Priya ka haath pakad kar usse lake ke bilkul shanti wale kinare par le gaya. Paani ki satah aaine ki tarah saaf thi aur suraj ki pehli kiran unke jism par pad rahi thi. Vikram ne Priya ko apni taraf ghumaya. Uska chhera sanjida tha, lekin aakhon mein ek ajeeb sa junoon tha.
Usne Priya ka nazuk, soft haath apne majboot, rough haath mein liya aur low lekin bohot clear aawaz mein bola,
"Priya... do mahine ho gaye hain us raat ko. Un do mahinon mein maine tujhe har din, har raat liya hai. Teri yeh chut ab poori tarah meri ho chuki hai. Tere in bhare hue boobs se main har din doodh peeta hoon. Tu har raat mere cum se bhar kar soti hai. Tu jism se toh meri ban hi chuki hai... lekin ab main aur intezaar nahi kar sakta. Aaj main tujhe poori tarah, har tarike se apni biwi banana chahta hoon. Is island ke tarike se. Ek Tribal Shaadi. Kal. Sirf hum dono ke beech... lekin hamesha ke liye."
Priya ka dil ek pal ke liye jaise ruk gaya. Uske sine mein ek dhamaka sa hua. Usne turant apni dark brown aakhein neeche kar li. Dimaag mein ek saath saikdo khayal daudne lage.
Raj ka woh gambhir aur kaam mein dooba hua chehra...
Arjun ki woh masoom, pyaar bhari aakhein...
Us bada sa ghar jahan woh ek izzatdar parivar ki bahu, ek zimmedar biwi aur ek pyari maa thi...
Lekin agle hi pal uske dimaag mein is island ki sachai aayi. Pichle do mahinon se woh is mard ke jism par, uske lund ki garmi par jee rahi thi. Jab usse bhook lagti thi, toh yeh mard uske boobs se doodh peeta tha aur woh uske cum ko protein ki tarah leti thi. Uska jism ab Vikram ke bina adhura tha. Uske lund ke bina uski chut mein ek ajeeb si khalish rehne lagi thi. Woh raat ko uski chhati se chipke bina so nahi paati thi. Purani duniya ab bohot door, ek sapne ki tarah lag rahi thi jahan se wapas lautna shayad ab kabhi mumkin nahi tha.
Priya ne ek lambi saans li, uske boobs white cloth ke andar ooper-neeche hue. Usne dheere se kaha, "Vikram... main... mujhe thoda waqt chahiye. Main sochna chahti hoon."
Vikram ne us par koi dabav nahi daala. Usne bas uske maathe ko chooma aur usse space de diya.
Poora din Priya akeli ghoomti rahi. Woh lake ke paas baith kar paani mein apni parchhai dekhti, jungle ke rasto par akeli chalti, aur phir apne chhote se hut mein aakar let jaati. Uske dimaag mein bas ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha—kya woh sach mein Raj ko bhool kar, apne bete ko peeche chhor kar is primitive mard ki biwi ban sakti hai?
Woh khud se sawal kar hi rahi thi ki achanak uske dimaag mein ek baat kaudhi—Arjun ka birthdaykab hai?
Priya ne apne sar ko dono haathon se pakad liya. Usne dimaag par bohot zor daala, tareeqein count karne ki koshish ki, lekin is island par din aur raat ke alawa koi calendar nahi tha. Itne mahinon ke physical satisfaction, chudai aur survival ke beech woh time ka hisaab hi bhool chuki thi. Phir usse ehsaas hua... aashwin ka mahina... mausam ki yeh thand... Arjun ka birthday shayad aaj hi tha. Ya phir kal!
Yeh sochate hi Priya ka dil baith gaya. Aansoo uski aankhon se nikal kar uske gaalon par bahne lage. Uska akelapan aur guilt apne peak par tha. Uska iklota beta, jisse woh jaan se zyada pyaar karti thi, aaj apna birthday mana raha hoga (ya uske gham mein ro raha hoga), aur woh yahan ek doosre mard ke lund ki deewani hokar usse tribal shaadi karne ka faisla lene ja rahi thi. Yeh khayal uske seene mein chhuri ki tarah ghupa. Lekin is guilt ke bilkul neeche ek ajeeb si thakan bhi thi—halaat se ladne ki thakan. Woh jaanti thi ki ab wapas lautne ka koi rasta nahi hai. Is island par Vikram hi uska maalik, uska protector aur uska sab kuch tha.
Shaam ko jab Vikram shikaar se wapas aaya, toh usne dekha ki Priya hut ke bahar baithi hui thi. Uski aakhein lal thi, aansoo se bhari hui, lekin un aakhon mein ek final surrender tha.
Priya ne Vikram ki taraf dekha. Uske muscular jism, uski chhati ke baalon aur uske strong chehre ko dekha. Usne bilkul soft, kaanpti hui aawaz mein kaha,
"Main... main taiyar hoon, Vikram. Kal... kal kar lo shaadi. Main teri biwi banne ko taiyar hoon. Is island par. Tere tarike se."
Vikram ne ek shabd nahi bola. Usne aage badh kar Priya ko apni baahon mein bhar liya aur itna tight hug kiya ki Priya ke heavy boobs uski chhati se poori tarah chipak gaye. Vikram ne uske kaale, lambe baalon mein apna muh chhipa kar kaha, "Ab tu meri hai, Priya. Poori tarah meri."
Us raat Vikram ne usse choda nahi. Usne bas Priya ko apni nangi baahon mein lapet kar rakha. Priya ne uske seene par apna sar rakha aur uski tez heartbeat sunte hue aakhein band kar li. Guilt abhi bhi tha, lekin us guilt ke neeche ab ek ajeeb sa sukoon bhi tha—faisla lene ka sukoon.
Agli subah hoti hi Vikram ne shaadi ki taiyariyan shuru kar di.
Usne jungle ke andar se khushboodar fresh flowers, soft green leaves aur ek bohot hi strong jhad ki vine (bel) se do band banaye. Lake ke bilkul kinare, ek saaf khuli jagah ko chunha gaya. Vikram ne do bade pathar ek doosre ke samne rakhe aur beech mein ek chhotasa hawan-kund jaisa setup banakar sookhi lakdiyon se aag jala di. Yeh uska apna jungle-tarika tha—bina kisi pandit, bina kisi mantra ke, bas nature ko witness banakar.
Dopahar tak sab kuch ready tha.
Priya ne lake ke thande paani mein acche se nahaya. Usne apne lambe, kaale baal khule chhor diye jo uske hips tak aa rahe the. Usne apne jism par sirf ek halka sa white cloth wrap kiya jo uske heavy D-cup boobs aur bhare hue hips ko barely cover kar raha tha. Uske gale mein Vikram ka diya hua pehla vine-band pehle se tha.
Nahane ke baad, Priya apne hut mein gayi. Usne kone mein rakhi hui us puraani waterproof marine walkie-talkie ko uthaya. Usne switch ko ON kiya aur uski frequency ko bilkul khula chhod diya. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa khayal aaya—Agar koi sun raha ho... agar mera Arjun frequency scan kar raha ho... toh kam se kam us tak yeh baat pahunch jaaye ki uski maa ab is duniya mein kisi aur mard ki biwi ban chuki hai. Usse pata chal jaaye ki uski maa ab mar chuki hai aur yeh ek nayi aurat hai.
Walkie-talkie ko haath mein pakde hue woh lake ke kinare pahunchi. Vikram wahan pehle se khada tha. Uske waist par sirf ek dark cloth lapata hua tha. Uska muscular chest, broad shoulders aur 8-inch ka lund kapde ke andar se saaf shape dikha raha tha. Dopahar ki dhoop mein uska jism chamak raha tha.
Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ka haath pakada. Dono aag ke samne, un do patharon ke beech khade ho gaye.



Vikram ne sabse pehle vine se bana hua naya band Priya ke haath mein pehnaya. Phir usne ek sharp pathar uthaya aur apni hatheli par ek chhotasa cut lagaya. Uske baad usne Priya ki hatheli par bhi ek chhotasa cut lagaya aur dono ke khoon ko ek doosre se ragad kar mila diya.

Vikram ne aag ki taraf dekhte hue, ek buland aur clear aawaz mein kaha,
"Is island ke samne, is aasmaan aur is aag ke samne... main tujhe apni aurat, apni biwi declare karta hoon, Priya. Tera yeh jism, teri yeh chut, tere yeh bade boobs, tera dil... sab ab mera hai. Main tera pati hoon. Main tujhe rakhunga, tujhe chodunga, aur hamesha apna bana ke rakhunga."
Priya ki aakhon se aansoo bahne lage. Usne apne doosre haath mein pakdi hui walkie-talkie ko aur thoda tight pakad liya. Usne aag ki taraf dekha, uski aawaz kaanp rahi thi lekin usme ek finality thi:
"Main... main teri biwi banti hoon, Vikram. Is island par. Tere liye. Ab se main sirf teri hoon... mere pati."
Vikram ne usse turant apni taraf kheencha aur uske honton par ek bohot hi deep aur passionate kiss jad diya. Us kiss mein unke khoon ka taste tha, Priya ke aansoo ka namkeen pan tha, aur ek naye rishte ka acceptance tha. Kiss karte-karte Vikram ke haath Priya ke jism par lapte hue white cloth par gaye aur usne ek jhatke mein usse khol kar feek diya. Priya ne bhi aage badh kar Vikram ke waist se cloth hata diya.
Dono dopahar ki khuli dhoop mein, aag ke samne poori tarah nange khade the.
Vikram ne Priya ko mulayam pattiyon ke bister par litaya. Usne Priya ki dono gori, bhari hui taango ko poora faila diya. Apna lamba, mota, pehle se hi lohe ki tarah tight aur hard lund Priya ki geeli chut ke munh par set kiya. Priya ne walkie-talkie ko apne sar ke paas, ret par ON hi rakh diya—mic bilkul unke muh aur jism ke paas tha.



Vikram ne apne hips ko aage kiya aur ek hi deep, powerful stroke mein apna poora 8-inch ka lund Priya ki tight chut mein andar tak ghusaa diya.

"Aaaahhhhhh... V-Vikrammmm!"
Priya ne cheekhte hue uske broad shoulders ko tight pakad liya. Uske boobs jhatke se ooper-neeche hile. Vikram ne uske honton ko choomte hue dheere-dheere rhythm pakadna shuru kiya. Har ek dhakka poori length ka tha—lund poora bahar nikalta aur phir ek jhatke mein uterus ke munh tak takrata.
"Ab se yeh chut sirf meri hai," Vikram ne uske kaan par daant katte hue kaha. "Meri biwi ki chut hai yeh!"
Priya ne apni aakhein band kar li. Gaalon par aansoo bahte rahe, lekin uske muh se aane wali moans ab ruki nahi ruki. Usne apni taangon ko Vikram ki kamar ke gird lapet liya aur usse apne aur close kheench liya.
"Haan... aahhh... teri... s-sirf teri... ahhh... mere husband... main teri biwi hoon... m-mujhe aur deep chodo... ahhh!"
Doosri Taraf – Mainland (Arjun Ka Room)
Usi waqt, hazaron mile door, Raj Sharma ke banglow ke ek andhere room mein, 19 saal ka Arjun apne bed par baitha hua tha. Aaj uska birthday tha. Room mein ek chhotasa cake bina kata hua pada tha. Raj apne kaam mein busy tha, lekin Arjun ka dil apni maa ke bina ro raha tha.
Uske haath mein wahi high-powered marine walkie-talkie thi. Pichle do mahinon mein usne kai baar ajeeb-ajeeb aawazein suni thi—apni maa ke doodh peene ki, blowjob ki, moans ki... lekin uske paas koi proof nahi tha. Aaj apne birthday par bhi woh bas us frequency ko scan kar raha tha, shayad ek aakhri umeed mein.
Achanak, walkie-talkie ke speaker se static ki aawaz kam hui aur ek bilkul clear audio aane lagi.
Aag ke chatakne ki aawaz...
Samundar ki laheron ki aawaz...
Aur phir... do logon ki aawaz.
Arjun ke kaan khade ho gaye. Usne walkie-talkie ko apne kaan se laga liya.
“Is island ke samne... main tujhe apni aurat, apni biwi declare karta hoon, Priya... Tera yeh jism, teri yeh chut, tere yeh bade boobs... sab ab mera hai. Main tera pati hoon...”
Arjun ka jism tharthar kaanpne laga. Yeh wohi heavy, mardana aawaz thi. Lekin agli aawaz ne Arjun ki rooh kaamp di.
“Main... main teri biwi banti hoon, Vikram... Ab se main sirf teri hoon... mere pati.”
"Nahi... Mummy... NAHI!" Arjun zor se chillaya, lekin uski aawaz us andhere room mein hi dab kar reh gayi.
Uske baad jo static ke beech se aawazein aayi, unhone Arjun ko andar tak tod kar rakh diya. Unclothed jismon ke ragadane ki aawaz, ek heavy mard ke dhakko ki thap-thap aawaz, aur uski apni maa ki behisaab moans.
“Aaaahhhhhh... V-Vikrammmm... Aahhh... husband... main teri biwi hoon... m-mujhe aur deep chodo... ahhh!”
Arjun bed par gir pada. Uski aakho se pat-pat aansoo girne lage. Uski apni maa, jisse woh poori duniya mein sabse pawan manta tha, aaj apne birthday ke din woh sun raha tha ki uski maa kisi aur mard ki biwi ban chuki thi aur uske lund par besharm hokar chud rahi thi.
Gham, sadma, guilt aur ek ajeeb sa dark arousal ek saath Arjun ke jism mein daud gaya. Uski aakho se continuous aansoo bah rahe the, uska dil ro raha tha, lekin uski jeans ke andar uska lund lohe ki tarah tight ho chuka tha. Arjun ne kaanpne haathon se apni jeans ki zip kholi. Usne apna lund bahar nikala aur walkie-talkie se aati hui apni maa ki “husband... mujhe aur chodo...” ki aawazon ko sunte hue rone ke saath-saath tez-tez muth marna shuru kar diya.
"Mummy... aapne yeh kya kiya... Mummy... ahh..." Arjun ro raha tha, cheekh raha tha, lekin uska haath apne lund par rukh nahi raha tha. Woh apni hi maa ki doosri shaadi aur suhaagrat ki aawaz par muth maar raha tha.


Island Par

Vikram ne Priya ko lagbhag do ghante tak non-stop choda. Har ek position mein—pehle saaf leaves par litakar, phir lake ke paas khada karke, aur aakhir mein doggy position mein Priya ke dono boobs ko peeche se pakad kar.
Jab Vikram apne climax par pahuncha, usne Priya ki kamar ko kas ke pakada aur apne lund ko bilkul deep inside push karke apna poora ka poora garam cum Priya ki chut ke andar bhar diya.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Priya ne ek lambi cheekh maari aur uska jism climax ke jhatkon se kaanp utha.




Dono haafte hue ret par ek doosre se lipat kar gir pade. Vikram ne Priya ko apne seene se laga liya. Priya ne apna sar uske muscular seene par rakh diya. Walkie-talkie abhi bhi paas mein padi hui thi, jisme se halki static ki aawaz aa rahi thi.

Aag ab dheere-dheere bujh chuki thi. Shaam ki thandak island par phailne lagi thi.
Priya ne apni aakhein band ki. Aansoo ab sookh chuke the. Guilt ka woh kaala dhabba abhi bhi dil mein kahin tha, lekin ab us par ek naya haq jam chuka tha.
Priya ab Raj Sharma ki biwi nahi rahi thi.
Woh ab Vikram ki biwi thi.
Is island ke hisaab se.
Is naye wajood ke hisaab se.




Aag ki laptein ab shaant ho chuki thin, aur unki jagah halka sa laal dhuan hawa mein tair raha tha. Samundar ki thandi hawa unke nange, paseene se chamakte jismon ko chhoo kar guzar rahi thi. Shaadishuda zindagi ki pehli chudai ke baad, Vikram aur Priya ek doosre ke jism ki garmi ko sametate hue khade hue.

Vikram ne Priya ka soft, gora haath apne bade, rough haath mein thaam liya. Priya ki nazuk ungliyan Vikram ki choti mein bilkul chhotisi lag rahi thin. Unke gale mein wohi bel se bana vine-band tha, aur haath par bhi khoon ke sookhe hue marks aur bel ka band bandha hua tha. Lake ke kinare se hut ki taraf chalte hue unke nange shoulders ek doosre se ragad khate. Priya ke andar ek ajeeb sa sannata tha—guilt ka kaala saaya abhi bhi dimaag ke kisi kone mein duppka baitha tha, lekin us guilt ke upar ab ek naya, garma-garam aur soft ehsaas chha gaya tha. Woh ab Vikram ki biwi thi. Is sunsaan, primitive island par, is qaddawar mard ki officially aurat.
Hut ke chhote se darwaze se andar daakhil hote hi, andhera aur sookhi leaves ki khushboo ne unhe gher liya. Vikram ne ek pal ka waqt bhi nahi gavaya. Usne Priya ka haath chhod kar usse kamar se pakada aur ek jhatke mein hut ki lakdi ki deewar se laga diya.
Priya ki saans atak gayi. Usne apni dark brown aakhein uthai, toh dekha ki Vikram ki aakhon mein ek naya junoon tha. Usne jhuk kar Priya ke rasiye honton ko apne honton mein bhar liya. Is baar ki kiss mein pehle jaisi sirf ek tarfa bhook ya havass nahi thi; isme ek naya, gehra possession tha—apni cheez par haq jamane wala pyaar. Usne Priya ke lower lip ko halka sa daant se kaata, phir apni jeebh uske muh ke andar daal kar har ek kone ko explore karne laga. Priya ne bhi apni baahein Vikram ke muscular shoulders ke gird lapet li. Uske heavy D-cup breasts Vikram ki chhati se poori tarah press ho rahe the, aur unki garmi dono ko behka rahi thi.
Vikram ke bade, khurdure haath ne neeche jhuk kar Priya ke jism par lipti hui patli leaf-wrap ko upar ki taraf sarka diya.
Priya ke bhare hue, heavy breasts andhere mein free ho gaye. Vikram ne apne dono haathon mein un heavy boobs ko bhar liya aur unhe kas ke press karne laga. Uski thumbs Priya ke dark, erect nipples par soft circles banane lagi. Phir woh thoda neeche jhuka aur ek bade nipple ko poora apne garam muh mein bhar liya.
Slurp... wet... deep sucking...




Priya ka sar pichhe ki taraf dhalk gaya. Uske muh se ek lambi, rasili moan nikal gayi.

"Aahhh... Vi-Vikram... Mmmhh..."
Vikram ne doosre breast ko bhi same tarike se apne muh mein bhara, apni jeebh se nipple ko roll kiya aur usse chusne laga. Phir uske garam hont neeche ki taraf slide hue—Priya ke gale par, uski collarbone par, aur uske soft, smooth pet par. Vikram ke haath ne Priya ki dono soft thighs ko pakad kar thoda aur spread kar diya.
Jab uski garam ungliyan Priya ki hairy, geeli chut par pahunchi, toh woh pehle se hi behisaab paani chhod chuki thi. Vikram ne uski soft lips ko apni ungliyon se slowly part kiya aur ek lambi ungli poori andar tak daal di.
Priya ki kamar ek jhatke mein ooper ki taraf uchhal gayi. "Mmmhhh... ahh!"
Vikram ne ek aur ungli andar ghusaa di. Slow, deep, curling strokes. Uski thumb bahar se Priya ki sensitive clit par continuously soft pressure de rahi thi. Priya ne apne hont Vikram ke majboot shoulder par tika diye, uski skin par daant katte hue soft moans nikalne lagi. Vikram ne apna muh ooper laakar Priya ke honton par fir se ek deep kiss jad di, jabki neeche uski ungliyan lagatar uski chut ko finger kar rahi thin—halka wet, squelching sound poore hut mein goonj raha tha.
Thodi der baad, Vikram ne apni ungliyon ko chut ki garmi se bahar nikala. Usne un ungliyon par lage paani ko apne 8-inch lambay, nange lund par achhi tarah rub kiya. Priya ki chut ki wetness se usne apne motay tip ko poora geela kar liya.
Phir usne apna lamba, thick lund Priya ki geeli chut ke outer lips par rub karna shuru kiya—upar se neeche, clit par pressure dete hue, aur entrance par set karte hue. Priya ki saansain bohot tez ho gayi thin. Uska poora jism ek ajeeb si garmi se kaanp raha tha.
Usne apni aakhein khol kar Vikram ko dekha. Uske chehre par ek soft, shy, lekin bilkul clear desire thi. Sharam aur haq ka ek ajeeb sa mix tha. Usne Vikram ki aakhon mein aakhein daal kar, apni aawaz mein pehli baar itni openly aur besharmi se kaha,
"Fuck me... husband..."
Vikram ki dark brown aakhon mein ek junooni flash aaya. Usne Priya ki dono bhari hui taangon ko thoda aur failaya, apne motay lund ke tip ko uski tight entrance par set kiya, aur ek deep, slow, continuous stroke mein apna poora 8-inch lund uski chut mein andar tak utar diya.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh..."



Priya ki aakhein jhatke se band ho gayi. Head pichhe tika diya. Itna bada... itna thick lund. Uske purane pati, Raj ke lund se yeh kaafi bada aur mota tha. Woh lund uski chut ki har ek deewar ko stretch karke poori tarah andar tak bhar raha tha. Priya ne feel kiya ki kaise uska lund uske uterus ke munh tak jaakar baith gaya tha. Ek ajeeb si full feeling—jaise uska jism jo pichle kai saalon se adhura tha, aaj poori tarah bhar gaya ho.

Usne socha—Yeh lund ab mera hai. Yeh mera pati hai. Yeh mujhe har din, har raat aise hi satisfy karega. Yeh khayal dimaag mein aate hi Priya ke chehre par ek soft, almost happy aur satisfied expression aa gaya.
Vikram ne Priya ke honton par ek halki, warm kiss ki aur dheere-dheere apni kamar ko move karna shuru kiya. Long, deep, rhythmic strokes. Har baar lund poora bahar nikalta, chut ke lips se ragad khata, aur phir ek slow, powerful stroke mein poora andar tak chala jata. Priya ne Vikram ki broad back par apni ungliyan gadh di. Uske heavy D-cup breasts har ek dhakke ke saath Vikram ki chhati se press ho rahe the, aur niche unka friction ek alag hi aawaz bana raha tha.
"Ahh... ahh... husband... ahhh... itna... bada... ahhh... mmmhh..."
Vikram ne jhuk kar uske kaan mein apni heavy, low aawaz mein kaha, "Ab yeh lund sirf tera hai, Priya. Tere pati ka lund. Tujhe poora satisfy karega... har din."
Priya ne apni aakhein band kar li. Uske pink honton par ek soft smile aagayi. Usne Vikram ko aur tightly apne seene se chipka liya aur uske har ek dhakke ko poori tarah receive karti rahi. Uski chut ab uske bade, thick lund ko bilkul apna bana chuki thi. Har stroke par usse feel ho raha tha ki yeh mard usse pehle se kahin zyada bhar raha hai, uske andar ke sabse gehre point ko touch kar raha hai.
Is baar ka sex tez ya aggressive nahi tha.
Yeh deep tha.
Possessive tha.
Ek pati aur biwi wala sex tha.
Priya ke mouth se aane wali moans soft, rasili aur continuous thin.
Uske chehre par ab koi dard nahi tha, koi sharam nahi thi—
sirf ek quiet, deep, aur sachhi satisfaction thi.
Woh ab poori tarah Vikram ki biwi ban chuki thi.
Aur yeh bada, thick, mardana lund
ab hamesha ke liye uska tha.




Hut ke andar ki woh pehli shaadishuda, aahista aur gehri chudai ke baad, mahaul mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon, ek nayaapan ghul gaya tha. Priya ke chehre par ek aisi rangat aur honton par ek aisi halki si sharmili smile thi jo usne pichle kai mahinon mein kabhi nahi mehsoos ki thi.

Vikram abhi bhi uske upar hi leta hua tha. Uska lund Priya ki garma-garam chut ke andar dhal kar aahista-aahista soft ho raha tha. Douran-e-chudai ka paseena unke jismon par chamak raha tha. Achanak, Priya ne apne gore, narm haath Vikram ki broad, muscular chest par rakhe aur usse thoda sa peeche dhakelte hue dheere se kaha,
“Chhod na… ek second ke liye.”
Vikram ne apni dark brown aakhon se usse dekha aur halka sa peeche hat gaya. Priya bed se uthi. Usne apne jism par lipta hua saara cloth ek hi jhatke mein zameen par fenk diya. Ab woh poori tarah nangi thi—andhere aur roshni ke beech uske heavy D-cup breasts, uska soft, gora pet, aur uski hairy chut poori tarah azaad the. Usne Vikram ki taraf ek naughty, chamakti hui nazar se dekha. Uske honton par ek chulbuli hasi aagayi. Phir woh hut ke darwaze ki taraf mudi aur nangi hi bahar ki taraf bhaag padi.
“Catch me… husband!”
Usne peeche mud kar aawaz di. Uski aawaz mein ek aisi azadi aur khushi thi jo is island par usne pehle kabhi nahi dikhai thi.
Vikram ek pal ke liye hairan reh gaya. Usne Priya ke nange, chamakte hue jism ko bahar bhaagte dekha, aur phir uske muh par bhi ek slow, mardana smile aagayi. Usne bhi apna cloth jhatke se utaar kar fenk diya aur uske peeche nikal pada. Uski kamar ke neeche uska lund hawa lagte hi phir se phoolne aur hard hone laga tha.
Bahar chaandni raat apna poora jaadu bikher rahi thi. Aasmaan mein saikdo sitare chamak rahe the, aur samundar ki mithaas bhari thandi hawa unke nange jismon se takra rahi thi. Soft, safed sand unke nange pairon ke neeche dabaav bana rahi thi. Priya shore ki taraf daud rahi thi. Har kadam ke saath uske heavy, bhare hue boobs ooper-neeche jhool rahe the, aur uski soft, bhari hui ass chaandni ki roshni mein hilti hui bohot hi haseen lag rahi thi. Vikram uske bilkul peeche tha—uska tall, muscular, nanga body chaandni mein chamak raha tha. Uska 8-inch ka lund pehle se hi lohe ki tarah tight ho chuka tha.




Shore ke bilkul paas, jahan thandi laherein ret ko bhigo rahi thin, Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ko kamar se pakad liya. Dono soft sand par gir pade.

Hasi, khushi aur saans phoolne ki aawazein ek saath hawa mein ghul gayi. Vikram ne Priya ko turant apni taraf ghumaya, uske dono haathon ko sar ke ooper ret par pakad kar daab diya, aur uske heavy breasts ko apne dono bade haathon mein bhar kar kas ke press kiya. Phir usne jhuk kar ek deep, messy aur passionate kiss jad diya. Priya uske muh ke andar hi has rahi thi, uski jeebh ko choos rahi thi.
Phir Vikram ne usse ghumakar ret par ulta lita diya.
Priya ab soft sand par doggy position mein thi—uske heavy breasts neeche ret se lag rahe the, aur uski gori, bhari hui ass ooper ki taraf raised thi. Uske soft knees thode faile hue the. Chaandni raat mein uska nanga, chamakta hua jism bilkul saaf aur rasiya dikh raha tha. Vikram uske peeche aagaya. Usne apne dono khurdure haath Priya ki soft ass par rakhe, uske cheekh ko thoda failaya, aur apna hard, thick, 8-inch lund uski geeli, garam chut ke entrance par set kiya. Uski chut se pehle se hi paani ris raha tha.
“Ready… wife?” Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas apni low, heavy voice mein poocha.
Priya ne apna sar peeche ghumakar dekha. Uski aakhon mein sharm, hasi aur behisaab desire ek saath float kar rahi thi. Usne bina kisi jhijhak ke kah diya,
“Haan… andar daal de… husband…”
Vikram ne apni kamar ko aage kheencha aur ek hi deep, strong stroke mein apna poora 8-inch ka thick lund Priya ki chut mein andar tak dhakel diya.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh…!!”
Priya ki ek bhari, rasiya moan chaandni raat mein samundar ki laheron ke saath fail gayi. Uski aakhein band ho gayi. Vikram ne uski kamar ko dono haathon se tightly pakad liya aur pure rhythm ke saath usse doggy position mein chodna shuru kar diya. Har ek thrust full length ka tha—lund poora bahar nikalta aur phir ek jhatke mein uterine mouth tak takrata.
Thup… thup… thup… thup…
Gehli, solid chudai ki aawaz soft sand aur samundar ki laheron ke beech goonjne lagi. Priya ke heavy breasts har ek dhakke ke saath neeche ret par ragad kha rahe the. Uske muh se continuous, heavy moans nikal rahi thin.
“Ahhh… ahhh… haan… ahhhh… aur… zor se… husband… ahhhh!”
Vikram ne apni speed aur badha di. Uske strong hips continuously Priya ki soft ass se takra rahe the. Unke jismon ke friction se ek alag hi wetness aur thap-thap ki aawaz aa rahi thi. Vikram ne ek haath aage badha kar Priya ke ek heavy breast ko neeche se pakada aur kas ke nichoda, jabki doosre haath se uski kamar ko hold kiye hue tezz, gahre dhakke maarta raha. Priya ki moans aur tez aur besharam hoti gayi.




Ahhh… ahhh… Vikram… tera lund… ahhhh… itna… bada… ahhhh… meri chut… phaad de…!!”

Aasmaan mein sitare unke ooper chamak rahe the.
Thandi hawa unke nange, paseene se bhare bodies par chal rahi thi.
Neeche soft, mualayam sand thi.
Aur unke beech
sirf continuous, gehli, bhaari thup-thup-thup
aur ek nayi biwi ki pure pleasure bhari heavy moans thin.
Vikram ne Priya ke lambe kaale baal ek haath mein liye aur halka sa pichhe kheencha, angle ko aur better kar diya. Ab har ek stroke uske bilkul deep core ko hit kar raha tha. Priya ke haath kamzor padne lage, woh almost apne chehre ke bal ret par girne wali thi, lekin usne apni kamar ooper uthaye rakhi aur apne pati ke dhakkon ko poore junoon se le rahi thi.
“Haan… aise hi… ahhhh… husband… aur deep… ahhhh…!!”
Us raat
chaandni ki roshni mein,
soft sand ke upar,
ek pati apni nayi biwi ko
poori ताकत se,
poore maza se
chod raha tha.
Aur woh
dil se khush thi.

[Joker44]

Shaadi ke baad ke din pehle se bilkul alag, ek ajeeb se naye dharre par chalne lage the.
Pehle jo ek continuous guilt, dar aur sahmi hui khamoshi rehne lagti thi, woh ab aahista-aahista ek dhal chuke rishte ke sukoon mein badal rahi thi. Shaadi ki raat aur chaandni ke neeche waali chudai ke baad, Priya ke andar ka resistant wajood ab poori tarah surrender kar chuka tha.
Agli subah jab Priya ki aankhen kholi, toh sabse pehle usne apne gore, soft waist par ek bhaari aur garam dabav mehsoos kiya. Vikram ka muscular, rough arm uske pet par se hota hua uski kamar ko kas ke jakde hue tha. Priya ne aahista se peeche mud kar dekha. Vikram abhi so raha tha. Subah ki pehli kiran uske chahre ke scars, uski thick eyebrows aur uske mardana honton par pad rahi thi. Unhi honton aur unhi haathon ne pichle do mahinon mein uske jism ko apna banaya tha, aur kal raat unhone aag ke samne ek doosre ko pati-biwi accept kiya tha.
Priya ne apna soft haath aahista se Vikram ki broad, baalon se bhari chhati par rakha aur usse haule-haule sahlaaya.
Vikram ki aankhen khol gayi. Usne koi sawaal nahi kiya, na hi koi formal baat ki. Usne bas Priya ko kamar se kheench kar apne aur kareeb kar liya—itna kareeb ki Priya ke heavy D-cup breasts Vikram ki chhati se poori tarah chipak gaye. Vikram ne jhuk kar Priya ke forehead par ek lambi, warm kiss ki. Priya ne apni dark brown aankhen band kar li. Ek quiet, warm aur gehri feeling uske seene mein fail gayi. Guilt ki jagah ab ek alag hi garma-garam acceptance lene laga tha.
Din ka routine ab bilkul ek regular husband-wife jaisa ho chuka tha.
Vikram uth kar hut ke bahar sookhi lakdiyan chun kar aag jalaata, aur Priya lake se thanda, saaf paani lene jaati. Kai baar Vikram aahista se jungle ke raste se aata aur peeche se Priya ko apni baahon mein bhar leta. Uske dono bade haath Priya ke white cloth ke upar se hi uske heavy breasts ko pakad kar dabaane lagte, aur uske hont Priya ke nange shoulder aur neck par kiss karne lagte.
Priya halki si has deti, thoda sa jhoot-moot ka struggle karti, lekin uske haathon ko kabhi hataati nahi thi.
Ek subah toh jab Priya lake ke saaf paani mein ghutno tak khadi hokar nah rahi thi, Vikram paani mein utar aaya. Usne bina koi baat kiye Priya ke cloth ko neeche sarka diya. Uske dono heavy, bhare hue boobs paani ke upar chamakne lage. Vikram ne jhuk kar ek erect nipple ko apne muh mein bhar liya aur soft, rhythmic sucking shuru kar di. Priya ke boobs abhi bhi thoda-bohot milk produce kar rahe the. Priya ne Vikram ke sar ko dono haathon se pakad kar apne boobs par tikaaye rakha, aankhen band karke soft saansain leti rahi. Jab Vikram ne apne hont alag kiye, toh uske honton par safed jhaag lag chuka tha. Priya ne aage badh kar uske honton ko choom liya—pehli baar itni naturally aur khud se initiative lekar.
Dopahar ke waqt woh dono saath mein jungle ke andar fruits aur lakdiyan ikattha karne jaate. Vikram Priya ka haath thaame rakhta. Raste mein kabhi kisi bade tree ke tana ke sahare woh Priya ko gira deta aur usse deep kiss karne lagta. Priya ke haath Vikram ki broad back par gadh jaate.
Kai baar yeh kiss sirf honton tak nahi rehti thi—Vikram ka haath Priya ke kapdo ke andar chala jata, uski ungliyan uski geeli, garam chut ke lips par chalne lagti. Priya soft moans karti, *"Hmm... Vikram... chhod na... kaam karne do..."* kehti, lekin uski aawaz mein na toh mana hota tha aur na hi koi gussa. Uska jism turant response dene lagta tha.
Lekin din ka sabse soft aur intimate time raat ka hota tha.
Hut ke bahar aag ke paas baith kar woh dono khana khaate. Priya apna sar Vikram ke strong shoulder par tika deti. Vikram aahista-aahista uske lambay, kaale baalon mein ungliyan giraata. Kabhi-kabhi woh jhuk kar uske kaan ke paas bilkul low voice mein kehta, *"Meri biwi..."*
Yeh sunte hi Priya ke cheeks laal ho jaate, uske honton par ek sharmili smile aa jaati. Phir woh dono hut ke andar chale jaate.
Sex ab unke beech har raat ka ek zaroori aur natural hissa ban chuka tha—kabhi dheere aur deep, kabhi tezz aur aggressive, toh kabhi sirf soft touching, licking aur kissing. Priya ab kisi cheez se jhijhakti nahi thi. Woh khud apne haathon se Vikram ke thick, 8-inch lund ko pakadti, us par apna paani aur thook lagati, usse apne muh mein lekar choosati, aur phir uske upar baith kar khud ko ooper-neeche karti. Jab Vikram ka lund uski chut ke sabse gehre point par jaakar hit karta, toh Priya ke chehre par ek ajeeb si, quiet satisfaction hoti.
Yeh lund ab uska tha. Yeh mard ab uska pati tha.
Ek raat, chaandni room ke andar halki si roshni bikher rahi thi. Vikram Priya ke bagal mein leta hua tha, uska ek haath Priya ke heavy, nange breast par tika tha aur woh gehri neend mein tha.
Priya uth kar baithi. Usne hut ke kone mein rakhi hui wahi waterproof marine walkie-talkie uthai. Uske haath thode se kaanpe, lekin usne frequency switch ON kar diya. Signal pichle kuch dino se thoda better aa raha tha.
Usne device ko apne muh ke paas kiya. Uski aawaz soft thi, thodi si kaanpti hui, lekin bilkul clear aur pakki:
“Arjun… beta… Mumma bol rahi hai. Main… main theek hoon. Island pe… ab… ab main yahi rehti hoon. Vikram… woh… mera… mera khayal rakhta hai. Main… main ab… shaadi shuda hoon yahan… uske saath. Tum… tum gussa mat karna. Main… main tumhe yaad karti hoon. Papa ko bhi. Lekin… main yahi hoon ab. Safe. Uski… biwi.”
Usne thodi der ruk kar saans li. Device ko off kiya aur wapas ret par rakh diya. Phir woh wapas Vikram ke paas let gayi. Vikram ne neend mein hi usse apni baahon mein kheencha aur apne seene se chipka liya. Usne Priya ke baalon mein hont rakhe.
“Sach bola tu,” Vikram ne apni low, heavy voice mein kaha. Woh jaag raha tha.
Priya ne sirf apna sar uski chhati par hila diya. Uski aankhon ke kono se do aansoo nikal kar Vikram ke baalon se bhare chest par gir pade, lekin usne unhe ponchha nahi. Usne bas Vikram ke strong, muscular body ko aur kas ke pakad liya.
**Doosri Taraf – Mainland**
Arjun apne dark room mein bed par leta hua tha. Device uske kaan se chipka hua tha. Usne ek-ek shabd bilkul saaf suna tha.
*“Shaadi shuda hoon yahan… uske saath… uski biwi.”*
Arjun ke haath tharthar kaanpne lage. Marine walkie-talkie uske haath se phisal kar pillow par girne lagi, lekin usne usse kheench kar waapas kaan se laga liya. Uski aankhon se paani ke qatray nikal kar gaalon par bahne lage. Usne turant apna doosra haath apne muh par daab liya taaki ghar mein kisi ko uski siskand ki aawaz na sunai de.
Uske dil mein ek bhaari, kaala aur jaanleva dard baith gaya. Uski maa... uski pyari, pawan maa ab kisi aur mard ki biwi ban chuki thi. Us door island par, us gair primitive mard ki.
Lekin is gahre sadme aur dard ke beech, uske jism ne ek dark aur sharmnak tareeqe se react kiya. Uske shorts ke andar uska lund aahista-aahista hard hone laga. Arjun ko apne hi jism par ghin aane lagi, usne apni aankhen kas ke band ki, lekin woh physical arousal ko rok nahi paaya. Usne device ko apne seene se chipka liya aur chupchaap andhere mein rota raha—apne toote hue dil se bhi, aur apne behak chuke jism se bhi.
Island par
Priya ab Vikram ki baahon mein gehri neend so rahi thi.
Uske gale mein vine-band tha.
Uske nange jism par uske pati ke haath the.
Aur uske dil mein
ek naya, quiet, complicated sukoon settle ho raha tha.
Woh ab poori tarah Vikram ki biwi thi.
Ek romantic, simple, island waali zindagi
dheere-dheere unke beech jagah bana rahi thi.




Shaadi ke taqriban ek hafte baad ki baat thi. Island par din aur raat ab ek ajeeb sa, gehra aur romantic roop le chuke the. Pati-biwi banne ke baad dono ke beech ki intimacy ab kisi gunah jaisi nahi lagti thi, balki ek natural zaroorat aur haq ban chuki thi.
Us raat, hut ke bahar jali hui aag ki laptein dheere-dheere bujh kar sirf surkh angaare ban chuki thin. Halka sa dhuan aur jungle ki thandak hawa mein tair rahi thi. Hut ke andar, sookhi aur soft leaves ke bister par dono ek doosre ke nange jismon se chipak kar lete hue the. Priya ka sar Vikram ki broad, baalon se bhari chhati par tika tha. Uski nazuk, gori ungliyan Vikram ke strong chest muscles aur uske pet ke hard contours par aahista-aahista ghoom rahi thin. Yeh ab unki har raat ka ek normal aur sukoon bhara hissa tha—nangi skin ka friction, garma-garam saansain, soft touching, aur kabhi-kabhi aahista, gehri chudai.
Vikram ne apne ek bade haath se Priya ke lambay, kaale baalon ko sahlaate hue achanak baat shuru ki. Uski aawaz low thi, lekin usme ek alag hi mardana solidness thi:
“Priya… main ek baccha chahta hoon. Tera aur mera baccha.”
Priya ki ghoomti hui ungliyan Vikram ki chhati par ek jhatke mein ruk gayi. Uska dil jaise ek pal ke liye dhadakna bhool gaya. Usne apni dark brown aankhen utha kar Vikram ko dekha.
“Kya…?” uske honton se barely ek aawaz nikli.
Vikram ne Priya ke soft, gore chehre ko apne dono bade, khurdure haathon mein bhar liya. Uski dark brown aakhon mein ek junoon aur ek pakka iraada chamak raha tha.
“Sach mein. Maine tujhe apni biwi banaya hai, Priya. Ab main tujhe apne bacche ki maa bhi banana chahta hoon. Yahan. Is island par. Mera khoon, tera pet. Ek poora parivaar.”
Priya ka dil seene mein jor-jor se dhadakne laga. Ek ajeeb sa darr aur ghabraahat uske jism mein daud gayi. Usne thoda peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin Vikram ne uske chehre aur kamar par apni pakad mazboot rakhi.
“Vikram… nahi. Yeh… yeh bohot badi baat hai,” Priya ki aawaz kaanpne lagi, uski aakhon mein achanak confusion aur purana guilt aagaya. “Main… main pehle se ek maa hoon, Vikram. Mera ek beta hai—Arjun. Main… main kisi aur mard ka baccha apne pet mein… kaise? Yeh galat hoga. Bohot galat hoga, Vikram.”
Uske dimaag mein saikdo khayal ek saath takrane lage. Agar woh pregnant ho gayi... agar uska pet nikal aaya... toh phir is island se wapas lautne ke saare raste hamesha ke liye band ho jaayenge. Yeh island, yeh mard, yeh jism ka rishta... sab permanent ho jaayega. Arjun ka masoom chehra uski aakhon ke samne ghoom gaya. Raj ka chehra aagaya. Uski purani duniya usse pukarne lagi.
Vikram ne aage badh kar Priya ke kaanpte honton par ek soft, warm kiss ki. Phir usne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar bilkul low voice mein kaha,
“Main jaanta hoon tu darr rahi hai, Priya. Lekin dekh humein. Hum yahan phanse hue hain. Yahan koi nahi aane wala. Tu meri biwi hai. Main tera pati hoon. Ek baccha hum dono ke rishte ko aur mazboot karega. Main chahta hoon tera yeh soft pet mere bacche se bhare. Main chahta hoon tu mere cum se pregnant ho.”
Priya ne apna sar na mein hilaya, uski aakhon se ek aansoo nikal kar cheek par bah gaya. “Nahi... please, Vikram. Main abhi ready nahi hoon. Mentally... bilkul nahi. Mujhe thoda waqt do.”
Vikram ne us raat us par koi zabardasti nahi ki. Usne Priya ko koi taana nahi mara. Usne bas usse apni baahon mein aur kas ke chipka liya, uske maathe par hont rakhe aur kaha, “Sochna is baare mein. Main tera intezaar karunga. Lekin main yeh chahta hoon.”
Agle do din island par ajeeb si khamoshi mein guzre.
Priya zyada tar waqt akeli rehti ya quiet rehti. Woh lake ke kinare baith kar paani ko ghoorti, jungle ke rasto par chalti aur raat ko aag ke paas baith kar sochti rehti. Uske dimaag mein ek taraf guilt aur darr tha... lekin doosri taraf, uske jism aur dil ke andar ek ajeeb si soft, garma-garam feeling bhi jagne lagi thi.
*Vikram ka baccha...*
Usne apne haath ko apne soft, gore pet par rakha. Us mard ke strong features, uske muscular body aur uske mardana junoon wala ek chhota sa jeevan uske pet ke andar pal raha hoga... Yeh khayal aate hi Priya ke pet ke neeche ek warm current sa daud jata tha. Uski chut mein halki si wetness aa jati thi. Woh is feeling se darrti thi, lekin yeh feeling uske andar din-ba-din geheri hoti ja rahi thi. Uska jism is mard ki har cheez ko accept karne par majboor ho raha تھا.
Teesre din ki raat ko, jab Priya hut ke bahar akeli aag ke paas baithi hui thi aur thandi hawa uske jism ko chhoo rahi thi, Vikram jungle se lakdiyan lekar wapas aaya. Usne lakdiyan aag mein daali aur pichhe se aakar Priya ke soft shoulders par apne bade haath rakh diye.
Priya ne apna sar pichhe ghumakar Vikram ki taraf dekha. Uski dark brown aakhon mein ek sawal tha.
Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar dheere se poocha, “Decide kiya, meri biwi?”
Priya ne ek gehri, lambi saans li. Uske heavy D-cup breasts ooper-neeche hue. Uski aakhon mein halka sa paani tha, lekin usne apna sar hilaya—pehli baar slow, hesitant, lekin bilkul clear aur pakka.
“Main... main darrti hoon, Vikram. Lekin... main ab tujhe nahi rokungi. Agar hamara baccha hona likha hai... toh ho jaaye. Main... main ab roknay ki koshish nahi karungi.”
Vikram ki dark brown aakhon mein ek gehra, junooni flash aaya. Uski ragon mein khoon tez daudne laga. Usne bina ek pal gavaye Priya ko apni baahon mein uthaya aur seedha hut ke andar le gaya.
Is baar Vikram ka tarika pehle se bilkul alag tha. Isme sirf jism ki bhookh ya havas nahi thi. Isme ek clear, solid aur mardana purpose tha—breeding ka purpose.
Usne Priya ko sookhi leaves ke bister par aahista se litaya. Uske jism par lipta hua white cloth ek-ek karke utaar diya. Priya ab poori tarah nangi thi—andhere aur aag ki halki roshni mein uske heavy D-cup breasts, uska soft gora pet, aur uski thodi si hairy, geeli chut poori tarah azaad the. Vikram ne uske pooray jism ko ek maalik ki nazar se dekha. Usne jhuk kar pehle Priya ke honton ko chooma, phir uske heavy breasts se milk aur sweat ko chusna shuru kiya. Phir woh neeche sarakta hua gaya aur Priya ki dono taangon ko failakar uski geeli chut par apne hont tika diye. Uski jeebh ne Priya ki clit aur lips ko aahista-aahista chaatna shuru kiya.
Priya soft moans karti rahi, *"Ahh... Vikram... mmhh..."* uske haath Vikram ke lambay baalon mein gadh gaye.
Jab Priya ki chut poori tarah paani chhod chuki aur geeli ho gayi, toh Vikram uske ooper aaya. Usne Priya ki dono bhari hui gori taangon ko utha kar apne broad shoulders par rakh liya—mating press position. Usne apne 8-inch lambay, lohe jaitay tight lund ke tip ko Priya ki geeli chut ke munh par set kiya. Uski aakhon mein aakhen daal kar, ek slow aur deep stroke mein apna poora lund Priya ke uterus ke munh tak dhakel diya.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh...!!”
Priya ne dard aur pleasure ke mix mein Vikram ke arms ko tightly pakad liya. Lund uski chut ki har wall ko stretch karke bilkul deep inside baith gaya tha.
Vikram ne Priya ki aakhon mein dekhte hue bilkul bhari aawaz mein bola,
“Ab se main tujhe har baar is tarah chodunga, Priya. Bilkul deep. Taaki tera pet mere bacche se bhar jaaye. Tu ready hai?”
Priya ne apni aakhein band ki, uske gaalon par ek garma-garam aansoo gira, aur phir usne aahista se apna sar hila diya.
“Haan... husband... bhar de mujhe... mere pet ko apne cum se bhar de...”
Vikram ne tab poore purpose aur junoon ke saath dhakke maarne shuru kiye. Long, deep, heavy strokes. Har ek thrust mein lund poora bahar nikalta aur phir ek jhatke mein deep core ko hit karta. Uski kamar ke thap-thap ki aawaz aur unke jismon ke friction ki wet sound poore hut mein goonjne lagi. Vikram ne jhuk kar Priya ke honton ko kas ke chooma, uske heavy breasts ko apne haathon mein duba kar nichoda, aur continuously uske deep inside cum karne ki position banaye rakhi.
“Ahhh… ahhh… Vikram… itna… deep… ahhhh… haan… aise hi… my husband… ahhhh!”
Priya ke muh se continuous, rasiya moans nikal rahi thin. Uska jism Vikram ke har ek heavy stroke ko accept kar raha tha. Vikram ne usse kaafi der tak bina ruke choda. Jab woh apne final climax par pahuncha, toh usne Priya ki kamar ko dono haathon se kas ke pakad liya, uske thighs ko apne shoulders par aur tight kiya, aur apne lund ko bilkul end tak push karke apna poora ka poora garam, thick, aur heavy cum load Priya ki chut ke deep inside udel diya.
*Pulse... pulse... warm shoot...*
Garam cum ke ek-ek katray ko Priya ne apne uterus ke munh par feel kiya. Usne cheekhte hue Vikram ko aur kas ke apne seene se chipka liya.
Climax ke baad bhi Vikram ne apna lund Priya ki chut se bahar nahi nikala. Woh uski chut ki garmi ke andar hi aahista-aahista soft hone laga. Usne jhuk kar Priya ke kaan mein apni heavy, warm saansain chhodte hue kaha,
“Yeh toh bas shuruaat hai, Priya. Main tujhe har din, har raat aise hi bharunga... jab tak tera pet mere bacche se bahar nahi nikalta.”
Priya ne apni aakhein band kar li.
Uske deep inside uske pati ka garam cum bhar chuka tha.
Uske dil mein abhi bhi halka darr tha.
Lekin uske jism aur uske wajood ne
uske pati ka yeh breeding decision
poori tarah accept kar liya tha.
Breeding
ab rasmi taur par shuru ho chuki thi.

Breeding decision ke baad ke agle saat din kisi deewanepan aur behisaab junoon se kam nahi the.

Vikram ne apne dimaag mein ek baat bilkul saaf kar li thi—woh Priya ke pet ko apne cum se bhar kar, usme apna baccha daal kar hi chain ki saans lega. Ab dono ke beech ki har ek chudai, har ek mulaqat ka sirf aur sirf ek hi maqsad tha: Deep, continuous, intentional breeding. In saat dino mein sharam aur parde ka naam-o-nishan mit chuka tha. Dono din-raat island par lagbhag nange hi ghoomte the. Kapde sirf zaroorat ke waqt pehne jaate. Poora island ab unka ek private, primitive breeding ground ban chuka tha.
Sand Par – Pehla Din
Pehle din ki dopahar ko suraj aasmaan ke beechom-beech chamak raha tha. Shore ki soft, garam sand par dono poori tarah nange the. Hawa mein samundar ki namkeen khushboo thi.
Vikram ne Priya ko ret par ghutno ke bal jhuka kar doggy position mein kar diya—uske heavy D-cup boobs neeche garam ret se ragad kha rahe the aur uski gori, bhari hui ass ooper ki taraf uthi hui thi. Vikram uske peeche ghutno par aaya. Usne apne 8-inch lambay, lohe jaitay tight lund ko uski geeli chut ke lips par do-teen baar ragada aur phir ek hi violent, deep stroke mein poora ka poora andar tak ghusaa diya.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh…!!”
Priya ki ek lambi, rasiya cheekh ret par phail gayi.
Thup… thup… thup… thup…
Vikram ne uski bhari hui kamar ko dono haathon se kas ke pakad liya aur pure mardana force ke saath dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Har thrust itna deep tha ki Priya ki aakhein phatne lagti thin.
“Bol… kaisa chahiye aaj?” Vikram ne pichhe se uske lambay kaale baalon ko haath mein pakad kar thoda pichhe kheencha.
Priya haafte hue, ret mein muh dhabaye boli, “Deep… ahhh… bilkul deep… mere pet ke andar tak bhar de… ahhhh… husband…!”
Vikram ne uske baalon par pakad aur tight ki aur aur tez-tez dhakke maarna shuru kar diya. Priya ki heavy, besharam moans samundar ki laheron ki aawaz ke saath milne lagi.
Usi waqt, unka waterproof bag ret par pada hua tha, aur uske andar rakhi marine walkie-talkie ka button ghalti se daba hua tha. Signal clear ja raha tha.
Hazaron mile door, apne dark room mein baithe Arjun ke kaan mein sudden clear audio aane lagi:
“Ahhh… deep… bhar de… husband… ahhhh!”
Arjun ke shorts ke andar uske lund ne turant reaction diya. Woh gusse, rona aur ghinnauni arousal ke mix mein apne lund ko pakad kar tez-tez hilane laga. Uski aakho se aansoo gir rahe the, lekin uska haath apni maa ki rasiya chudai sun kar ruk nahi raha tha.


Lake Mein – Doosra Din
Doosre din ki dopahar ko garmi badh gayi thi. Vikram Priya ko lake ke saaf, thande paani mein le gaya. Paani dono ki kamar tak aa raha tha.
Vikram ne Priya ko paani mein hi apne saamne khada kiya, uski ek gori, bhari hui taang ko utha kar apne shoulder par rakha, aur standing position mein apna mota lund uski geeli, paani se dhuli chut mein andar tak utar diya. Paani mein ek jhatke se tehelka mach gaya.
“Ahhh… Vikram… paani… paani mein… ahhhh!”



Vikram ne uski ass ko dono haathon se neeche se pakad kar usse ooper-neeche karna shuru kar diya. Priya ne paani ki gehraai ke darr se Vikram ki neck mein dono haath daal diye aur usse poori tarah chipak gayi. Har ek heavy thrust par uske heavy boobs paani ki satah ke ooper uchal rahe the.

Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar poocha, “Aaj kaisa fuck chahiye meri biwi ko?”
Priya ne sharam ko poori tarah bhool kar, uski aakhon mein aakhen daal kar clear kaha, “Zor se… mujhe ek doll ki tarah… use kar… ahhhh…!”
Vikram ki dark brown aakhon mein ek junooni smile aagayi. Usne ek haath aage badha kar Priya ke gale par rakh diya—choking nahi, balki ek mardana dominance aur control ke liye—aur pure force se usse paani mein chodne laga. Priya ki moans aur tez ho gayi. Usne Vikram ko koi rok-tok nahi ki. Sirf khud ko use hone diya. Jab Vikram apne climax par pahuncha, toh usne Priya ki waist ko apne pet ke against kas ke press kiya aur apna poora garam cum load uski chut ke deep inside udel diya.




Hill Par Fruits Gather Karte Waqt – Teesra Din

Teesre din, dono island ki ek thodi oonchi pahadi par fruits aur lakdiyan collect karne gaye the. Dono poori tarah nange the, dhoop unke jismon par pad rahi thi.
Achanak, ek bade jungle tree ke paas pahunchte hi Vikram ne Priya ko pakada aur tree ke mote tana ke against laga diya. Usne Priya ki dono gori taangon ko failaya aur peeche se ek hi powerful dhakke mein apna lund uski chut mein ghusaa diya.
“Ugh… ahhhh… Vikram!”
Vikram ne Priya ke dono haathon ko ooper kheench kar tree ke trunk par pakda diya aur pure standing doggy position mein tezz-tezz chodna shuru kar diya. Priya ke heavy D-cup breasts har dhakke ke saath ped ke tana se takra rahe the. Vikram ne usse ek doll ki tarah treat kiya—koi soft baat nahi, koi pyaari kiss nahi, sirf deep, hard aur continuous thrusts.
“Bol… kiski chut hai yeh?” Vikram ne pichhe se uski kamar par thappad maarte hue poocha.
“Aapki… ahhhh… mere pati ki… ahhhh… bhar do mera pet…!!”
Vikram ne uske gale par haath rakh kar thoda press kiya aur aakhri jhatke tak usse behisaab choda. Uska garam cum ek baar phir Priya ke uterus ke munh par deep shoot hua.
Raat Ko Hut Mein – Baki Din
Har raat ab ek exhaustive breeding session ban chuki thi.
Kabhi mating press position—Priya ki dono taangon ko apne shoulders par utha kar, apne poore body weight ke saath deep dhakke maarta.
Kabhi Priya ko apne lund par bitha kar—Priya khud ooper-neeche hilti, lekin Vikram neeche se ooper ki taraf forcefully thrust karta aur uske boobs ko nichodta.
Kabhi usse bilkul flat lita kar, uske ooper poora let kar, uske kaan mein bolta, “Apne pet mein le mera cum… poora le…”.
Priya ab bedroom mein openly aur besharmi se bolti:
“Aaj mujhe slave ki tarah chodo… mera gala dabao… ahhhh…!”
“Deep… bilkul end tak… cum ka ek katra bhi bahar mat nikalne dena… ahhhh!”
Vikram har baar uski baat sunta aur usse usi tarah poori ताकत se use karta. Kabhi uske baal pichhe kheenchta, kabhi uske heavy breasts zor-zor se nichodta, toh kabhi uske gale par haath rakh kar apna control dikhata. Priya ki cheekhein aur rasiya moans hut ke bahar jungle mein door tak jaati.
Marine walkie-talkie bag mein kai baar accidentally ON hi reh jaati.
Arjun ne us ek hafte mein kam se kam char-paanch baar apni maa ke clear, unedited breeding sessions sun liye:
“Ahhh… husband… bhar do mujhe… ahhhh!”
“Mera gala… dabao… ahhhh… mujhe use karo…!!”
“Mere pet mein… poora cum daal do… ahhhh…!!”
Har baar Arjun apne room mein akela baith kar, aakhon mein gham ke aansoo liye, apne lund ko gusse aur dirty arousal mein hilata rehta. Uski apni maa ke pure breeding moans… uske naye pati ke violent dhakko ki aawaz… aur maa ka woh “bhar do mujhe”.
Saatve Din Ki Raat
Saatve din ki raat ko Vikram ne Priya ko pure mating press position mein itni der tak aur itne junoon se choda ki Priya ke do continuous orgasms ke baad bhi Vikram rukne ko taiyar nahi tha.
Jab aakhir mein Vikram ne apna final, heavy climax achieve kiya, toh usne Priya ke soft, gore pet par apna bada haath rakh kar dabaaya aur haafte hue kaha,
“Is baar pakka, Priya… is baar tera pet mere bacche se nikalega.”
Priya haafte hue uske neeche padi hui thi. Uski gori taangain climax ke jhatkon se kaanp rahi thin, aur uski chut ke lips se Vikram ka thick, safed cum bahar nikal kar beh raha tha. Usne apni dark brown aakhein band ki aur bilkul soft, satisfied voice mein kaha,
“Haan… my husband… nikaal de… apna baccha mere pet se…”
Us ek hafte mein
dono ne island ke lagbhag har ek corner mein
poori tarah nange hokar
ek doosre ko breed kiya.
Sand, lake, jungle, hut—
har jagah Vikram ka lund Priya ki chut mein deep gaya,
aur har baar uska garam cum uske pet ki taraf push hua.
Priya ab officially uski breeding wife ban chuki thi.
Aur Arjun
doosri taraf
har ek important breeding session
apne room mein baith kar sun raha tha.

Breeding ke us behisaab aur intense hafte ke lagbhag teen hafte baad ki baat thi.
Priya ne jab subah-subah hut ke andar apni aakhein kholi, toh usne sabse pehle apne jism mein ek ajeeb sa, naya badlaav feel kiya. Uske heavy D-cup breasts pehle se kahin zyada sensitive aur bhaari lag rahe the—kisi halkay se touch par bhi andar ek halki si meethi tees uthti thi. Subah uthte hi uske gale mein ek halki si nausea aur vomiting jaisi feeling aati thi. Aur sabse badi, sabse chinta janak baat—uska period nahi aaya tha. Island par aane ke baad stress aur mahaul ke badalne se uska cycle ek-do din aage-piche hua tha, lekin itni der pehle kabhi nahi hui thi.
Priya ne poora din yeh baat apne dil ke andar dabaaye rakhi. Woh jungle ke rasto par chalte hue, ya lake par kapde dhote hue, baar-baar apna gora haath apne flat pet par rakhti aur halka sa dabati. Pet abhi tak poori tarah flat aur soft tha, lekin uske andar ek ajeeb si quiet, geheri feeling thi—jaise koi chhota sa wajood wahan aahista-aahista saans lene laga ho.
Shaam ke waqt, jab suraj dhal raha tha aur aasmaan surkh ho raha tha, Priya aur Vikram lake ke kinare aag ke paas baithe hue the. Thandi hawa paani par laheri banaye hue unke nange jismon ko chhoo rahi thi. Priya ne aakhir mein apni aakhein uthayi aur Vikram se kaha. Uski aawaz bilkul soft, thar-tharati hui aur kaanp rahi thi:
“Vikram… mera period nahi aaya. Teen hafte se zyada ka waqt ho gaya hai.”
Vikram jo uske bagal mein baitha hua ek lakdi ko taash raha tha, usne turant apna haath roka aur Priya ki taraf dekha. Uski dark brown aakhon mein pehle ek pal ke liye deep surprise aaya, aur phir uske baad ek gehra, mardana satisfaction aur junoon phail gaya. Usne apni lakdi aur chaku side par rakha aur Priya ke dono gore, kaanpte haathon ko kas ke pakad liya.
“Matlab…?” Vikram ne aahista se poocha.
Priya ne apni nazar neeche kar li. Uski eyelashes par aag ki roshni chamak rahi thi. “Ho sakta hai… main… main pregnant hoon, Vikram.”
Lake ke kinare kuch seconds ke liye ek geheri, sannata bhari khamoshi phail gayi. Sirf paani ke takrane ki aawaz aur jungle ke parindon ki aawaz thi. Phir Vikram ne ek jhatke mein Priya ko apni baahon mein bhar liya aur usse apne seene se kas ke chipka liya. Usne apna bada haath Priya ke gore pet par rakha—jo abhi bhi flat tha—aur apne hont Priya ke lambay, kaale baalon mein daba diye.
“Mera baccha…” Vikram ne ek low, almost possessive voice mein kah. “Tere pet ke andar… mera baccha. Aakhirkaar.”
Priya ke aakhon se ek-ek karke garma-garam aansoo nikal kar Vikram ke shoulder par girne lage. Usne apna sar Vikram ki muscular chhati par rakh diya.
“Main darr rahi hoon, Vikram. Bahut darr rahi hoon. Yeh… yeh sab kuch permanent ho jaayega. Arjun… mere pati Raj… unka chehra mere samne aata hai. Unse main kaise aakhein milaungi? Aur yahan… is jungle mein, is isolated island par… main ek bacche ko kaise paalungi?”
Vikram ne Priya ke soft chehre ko apne haathon mein uthaya aur uske gaalon par behte hue aansuon ko apne thumb se gentle tarike se ponchha. Usne Priya ki dark brown aakhon mein dekhte hue kaha:
“Tu akeli nahi hai, Priya. Main hoon yahan. Yeh mera baccha hai. Main tera, aur is bacche ka, dono ka khayal rakhunga. Tu meri biwi hai. Ab tu mere bacche ki maa bhi banne wali hai. Tujhe kisi se darrne ki zaroorat nahi hai.”
Priya ne Vikram ki aakhon mein dekha. Usme koi doubt, koi jhijhak nahi thi. Uski aakhon mein sirf ek pakka iraada aur certainty thi. Priya ne aahista se apna sar haan mein hilaya.
“Main… main try karungi strong rehne ki, Vikram. Lekin… andar se main toot rahi hoon.”
Vikram ne jhuk kar Priya ke honton par ek soft, lingering kiss ki. Phir usne apna haath uske pet par hi rakha aur kaha, “Aaj se main tera aur zyada khayal rakhunga. Tujh par koi zyada force nahi karunga. Lekin main tujhe chhodunga bhi nahi. Yeh baccha hum dono ke rishte ko hamesha ke liye jodne wala hai.”
Us raat hut ke andar unhone bohot soft aur romantic sex kiya.
Vikram ne Priya ko sookhi leaves ke bister par aahista se litaya. Uske gore, nange jism ko dekhte hue uske legs ko gently failaya. Usne apna 8-inch lund Priya ki geeli chut ke entrance par rakha aur bilkul slow speed se andar tak gaya. Is baar Vikram ke dhakke intense nahi the—woh intentional the, lekin naram aur pyaare the. Har ek stroke par woh jhuk kar Priya ke honton ko choomta, uske galon ko sahlaata, aur beech-beech mein apna ek haath uske flat pet par rakhta.
Priya ne Vikram ke broad shoulders ko dono haathon se tightly pakad rakha tha. Jab Vikram ne climax achieve kiya, toh usne lund bahar nikalne ke bajaye, deep press karke Priya ke uterus ke munh par hi roka aur apna garam, thick cum load andar hi udel diya.
Priya ne Vikram ke kaan ke paas apne hont la kar bilkul slow voice mein bola,
“Agar yeh sach mein hai… toh… yeh tera hi hai, Vikram. Tera baccha…”
Vikram ne usse aur kas ke apni baahon mein bhar liya. Uske dil mein saalon baad ek deep, quiet khushi thi. Saalon ke akelepan ke baad, is island par, is khoobsurat aurat ke saath uski ek asali family banne wali thi.
Agle kuch dino mein pregnancy ke symptoms aur saaf hone lage. Subah-subah Priya ko nausea aur dizziness feel hoti. Uske heavy D-cup breasts aur zyada bhari aur sensitive ho gaye the. Priya kabhi-kabhi akeli lake ke kinare baith kar chupchaap apne pet par haath ferati aur gahri sochon mein doob jaati.
Vikram usse jab bhi aisa karte dekhta, woh pichhe se aakar uski waist ko apni baahon mein bhar leta. Uske dono bade haath Priya ke pet par hote, aur woh Priya ke kaan mein aahista se bolta, “Mera baccha yahan andar badh raha hai, Priya.”
Priya ki aakhon mein ab bhi kabhi-kabhi guilt ke aansoo aate. Usse apne bete Arjun ka masoom chehra yaad aata. Lekin jab Vikram usse is tarah pakadta aur apna haq jatata, toh woh guilt thodi der ke liye pichhe chala jaata. Uski body ne is mard aur is bacche ko accept kar liya tha. Ab uska dil bhi aahista-aahista is naye rishte ko maan raha tha.
Ek raat, jab Vikram hut ke bahar aag ke paas baitha hua tha, Priya ne andar rakhi marine walkie-talkie ko uthaya. Usko use kiye hue kaafi din ho gaye the. Weak signal ke beech usne button dabaya aur bilkul dheere se boli:
“Arjun… Mumma… theek hai, beta. Main… main yahan… safe hoon. Vikram… mera bohot khayal rakhta hai. Main… main ab thoda alag feel kar rahi hoon yahan. Tum… tum apna khayal rakhna, beta. Papa ka bhi…”
Priya pregnant hone ki baat walkie-talkie par apne bete se nahi bol paayi. Uski aawaz rukh gayi. Usne device ko band karke bag mein rakha aur bahar jaakar Vikram ke broad chest par apna chehra chupa liya. Vikram ne bina koi sawal pochhe usse chupchaap apni baahon mein kas liya.
Hazaron mile door, apne dark room mein baithe Arjun ne apni maa ki woh soft, thaki hui aur badli hui aawaz suni. Usko laga ki aawaz mein kuch alag hai, kuch gehri baat hai jo uski maa chupa rahi hai. Usne samajhne ki koshish ki, lekin kuch clear nahi hua. Uss raat Arjun ko sirf ek baat ka gehra ehsaas hua—uski maa ab usse aur unki purani duniya se bohot door ja chuki thi... kisi aur mard ki zindagi aur uske parivaar ka hissa ban chuki thi.
Is isolated island par,
Priya ke pet ke andar
ek naya jeevan shuru ho chuka tha.
Vikram ka baccha.
Uske naye pati ka khoon.
Aur uske saath hi
Priya ki zindagi aur uski pehchan
ab hamesha ke liye badal chuki thi.


Pregnancy ki confirmation ke baad island par unki zindagi ek poori tarah naye, gahre roop mein dhalne lagi thi. Din, hafte aur mahine beete chale gaye, aur unke sath hi Priya ki purani pehchan aur uski pehle waali duniya ki yaadein dhundli hoti chali gayi. Uski body, uska dil aur uska wajood ab is island aur Vikram ke saath completely fuse ho chuka tha.
**Pehla Mahina – Soft Care aur Deep Attachment**
Pehle mahine ke dauran, Priya ko subah-subah halka nausea aur dizziness hoti thi. Vikram ne pehle din se hi uski saari dekhbhal apne haathon mein le li. Woh subah hi uth kar jungle ke gahre hisson se meethe soft fruits laata aur lake se saaf paani bhar kar laata. Usne Priya ko koi bhi bhaari kaam karne se sakht mana kar diya tha.
Dono dopahar ke waqt hut ke andar ya aag ke paas baithte, toh Vikram bina kuch bole ghanton tak apna bada, khurdura haath Priya ke flat pet par rakh kar baitha rehta. Sex ab pehle se thoda careful aur gentle ho gaya tha—lekin usme dominance aur intimacy utni hi gahri thi. Slow, continuous aur deep strokes. Vikram jab bhi climax par pahunchta, woh apna poora load uske andar chhodta aur uske pet par haath rakh kar heavy voice mein kehta:
“Andar hi reh… deep inside… badh mera baccha.”
Priya bina kisi protest ke uske broad chest se chipki rehti. Guilt ab bhi kabhi-kabhi aakar uske dimaag ke kisi kone ko chhoota tha, lekin woh pehle jitna tez aur dardnak nahi rehta tha. Jab bhi Arjun ya Raj ka chehra uske samne aata, woh aakhein band kar leti aur Vikram ke seene ki tez, solid heartbeat sunne lagti, aur uski bahon ki garmi mein khud ko mehfooz feel karne lagti.


**Doosra Mahina – Heavy Breasts aur Daily Routine**
Doosre mahine tak aate-aate Priya ke D-cup breasts aur zyada bhari aur sensitive ho gaye. Hormonal changes ki wajah se unme milk formation start ho chuka tha. Vikram subah aur shaam uske nipples se soft milk peeta—kabhi bilkul softly, toh kabhi ek hungry animal ki tarah. Priya uske sar ko apne haathon mein pakad kar apne boobs se dabaye rehti, uske baalon mein ungliyan ghumati.
Khaas baat yeh thi ki Vikram ke is tarah breasts chusne se Priya ki chut mein achanak ek ajeeb sa warm flow aur wetness aa jati thi. Vikram uski wetness ko feel karte hi uske legs ko failata aur dheere se andar chala jata. Sex ab unki daily life ka ek natural, inescapable routine ban chuka tha. Chudai ke beech Vikram uske kaan mein phusphusata:
“Meri pregnant biwi… meri fully possessed biwi.”
Priya ke cheeks laal ho jaate, sharam se woh aakhein jhuka leti, lekin uske honton par ek halki si, satisfied smile aa jati.
Uss mahine, ek raat jab Vikram so raha tha, Priya ne walkie-talkie uthaya aur button dabaya:
“Arjun… Mumma… theek hai, beta. Main… main thoda badal rahi hoon yahan. Tum… apna khayal rakhna…”
Signal bohot broken tha. Hazaron mile door Arjun ke room mein sirf ek static sound ke beech apni maa ki soft, thaki hui aawaz aayi. Arjun ko bina koi wazahat ke bhi yeh ehsaas hone laga ki uski maa ab waqt ke sath-sath door nahi, balki kisi aur duniya ki ho chuki hai.
**Teesra aur Chautha Mahina – The Visible Belly aur Naya Passiveness**
Teesre aur chauthe mahine mein Priya ka pet dheere-dheere nikalne laga. Ek soft, round curve uske gore pet par dikhne laga tha. Vikram jab bhi uske is badalte hue jism ko dekhta, woh gahri khamoshi mein usse ghoorta rehta—uske andar ek mardana ghumaan aur ownership ki feeling bhar jati. Woh aakar Priya ke round pet par apne dono bade haath rakh deta aur uske baalon ko choomte hue kehta:
“Mera baccha… yahan andar badh raha hai.”
Priya ab lagbhag din bhar nangi hi rehti thi. Island ki dhoop aur hawa uske nange, pregnant jism ko chhooti. Vikram ko uska yeh badalta jism bohot zyada attractive lagta tha—uske bhaari aur zyada bhari hue breasts, uska round nikalta pet, aur uski soft, bhari hui thighs. Chudai ke angles ab badal chuke the. Side-lying position ya spooning position mein, Vikram uske pet ko support dete hue pichhe se deep strokes maarta. Priya ki moans ab pehle se zyada soft, deep aur rasiya hoti thin.
Ek din pahadi par fruits gather karte waqt, Vikram ne Priya ko ek bade ped ke trunk ke against laga diya aur pichhe se uske dono thighs ko faila kar apna lund andar ghusaa diya. Usne ek haath se Priya ke round pet ko neeche se support diya aur continuous, deep dhakke maare. Priya ne uske haath ko apne pet par kas ke pakad liya aur haafte hue boli:
“Haan… Vikram… aise hi… ahhh… hamare bacche ke saath… ahhh… deep inside!”
**Paanchva Mahina – Quiet Acceptance aur Emotional Shift**
Paanchve mahine tak Priya ka baby bump clearly dikhne laga tha. Uske chaal-dhal mein ek pregnant aurat wali heavy grace aa gayi thi. Usse jaldi thakan hone lagti, toh Vikram usse koi kaam nahi karne deta. Woh khud jungle mein jaakar shikar karta, paani laata, aur lakdiyan kaatta. Raat ko soote waqt woh apna ek haath Priya ke round pet par rakh kar hi sota.
Ek raat, jab dono hut ke andar lete hue the, Vikram ke haath ke neeche bacche ki pehli halki si movement feel hui—ek chhota sa kick. Dono ne ek doosre ki aakhon mein dekha. Ek geheri, silent understanding unke beech phail gayi. Priya ki aakhon mein ab darr ya guilt ka koi naam-o-nishan nahi tha—sirf ek soft, maternal glow aur apne pati ke liye ek gehra submission tha. Usne socha—yahi uski sachhi zindagi hai. Yeh mard, yeh island, aur yeh pet mein badhta hua baccha.
Arjun ko us mahine sirf ek baar static radio sound mili, jisme se kuch bhi saaf sunai nahi diya. Lekin us broken frequency ne Arjun ko yeh mehsoos kara diya ki uski maa ab poori tarah se us naye mard ki ho chuki hai. Arjun raat bhar apne room ki ceiling ko ghoorta raha, uska dil ek permanent dard se bhar chuka tha.
**Chhatve Mahine Ka End – Fully Possessed Wife**
Chhatve mahine ke end tak Priya ka jism poori tarah ek fully pregnant aurat ka roop le chuka tha. Extremely heavy D-cup breasts, ek perfectly round aur prominent baby bump, aur poore chehre par ek soft, glowing radiance. Vikram usse dekh kar aur zyada possessive ho jata.
Chudai ab bhi regular thi—careful, deep, loving, lekin saath hi ek mardana dominance se bhari hui. Vikram usse soft leaves par lita kar uske legs ko failata, uske round pet par haath rakhta, aur slow deep thrusts ke saath usme apna lund utarta. Priya ab bina kisi jhijhak ke, aakhein band karke uski chhati se lag jati aur kehti:
“Tu mera pati hai… is bacche ka baap… mera maalik… ahhh… bhar de mujhe…”
Priya ab poori tarah se Vikram ki thi.
Jism se, dil se, aur apne pet ke andar palte hue jeevan se.
Island par
ek naya, isolated parivaar
poori tarah se
settle ho chuka tha.
Aur hazaron mile door
Arjun
apni maa ko
hamesha hamesha ke liye
khogaya tha.


Island par nau mahine ka safar aakhirkaar apne anjaam tak pahunch raha tha. Din, hafte aur mahine jungle ki thandak, samundar ke shor aur hut ke andar ki un-ginti gehri raaton mein dhal chuke the.
Priya ka baby bump ab poori tarah se bhari, round aur gol roop le chuka tha. Uska chalna-phirna ab kaafi dheere aur heavy ho gaya tha. Har do step chalne par uski saans phoolne lagti thi. Hormones ke peak par hone ki wajah se uske heavy D-cup breasts hamesha tight, bhaari aur garam milk se bhare rehte the. Vikram ne uski dekhbhal mein koi kami nahi chhodi thi—woh Priya ko ek pal ke liye bhi akela nahi chhodta tha. Uski nazar hamesha Priya par rehti, aur uske bade, khurdure haath hamesha uske round pet, uski lower back ya uske soft shoulders ko sahlaate rehte.
Pregnancy ke aakhri mahine mein sex lagbhag band ho gaya tha—aur jab kabhi hota bhi tha, toh woh behad gentle aur cautious hota tha. Vikram, Priya ko soft leaves par lita kar uske round pet ko dono haathon se neeche se support deta, aur bilkul slow, smooth strokes ke saath uske andar utarta. Uski heavy voice Priya ke kaan mein phusphusati, *“Bas thoda sa, meri biwi… darna mat, bacche ko koi dard nahi hoga…”* Aur Priya uske broad chest se chipak kar apni aakhein band kar leti, ek ajeeb se sukoon mein doobti hui.
Us raat, island par hawa kaafi thandi thi. Fire ki laptein hut ke bahar dheere-dheere bujh kar angaaro mein badal rahi thin.
Dard achanak, bina kisi warning ke shuru hua.
Adhi raat ke waqt, Priya ki lower back mein ek violent pressure aur teevr lehar uthi. Aisa laga jaise uske hips ki haddiya ek doosre se alag ho rahi hon. Pain itna sudden aur intense tha ki neend mein soyi hui Priya ki aakhein ek jhatke mein phat gayi. Usne chhatpatate hue apne bagal mein soye Vikram ke muscular arm ko pure zor se pakad liya. Uski ungliyon ke nails Vikram ki skin mein gahre gad gaye.
“Aaaaahhh…!! Vikram… Vikram, utho…!! Shuru… ho gaya… dard… aaaaahhh!”
Vikram ek second ke andar neend se jaag gaya. Uski dark brown aakhon mein ek second ke liye alert-ness aayi, lekin agle hi pal usne poore situation par apna control bana liya. Usne bina koi waqt gavaye hut ke bahar jaakar fire ko aur tez kiya, saaf paani ke wooden containers, saaf sookhi leaves, aur jo bhi saaf white cloth unke paas bache the, unhe ikattha kiya.
Usne Priya ko behad aahista se utha kar soft leaves ke bed par thoda upright, semi-sitting position mein lita diya—aur khud uske legs ke beech ghutno ke bal baith gaya, taaki Priya ko apna poora physical support de sake.
“Main yahin hoon, Priya,” Vikram ne Priya ke dono kaanpte hue haathon ko apne bade haathon mein kas ke pakadte hue kaha. Uski aawaz mein ek mardana solidness thi, lekin uski aakhon mein andar ka tension saaf jhalak raha tha. “Tu akeli nahi hai. Main tera pati hoon. Jo bhi hoga, main khud sambhalunga. Zor se jhel, meri biwi. Main tere saath hoon, aakhri saans tak.”
Labor pain laheron ki tarah aane laga. Pehle har 10-15 minute par ek violent contraction uthta, phir aahista-aahista timing ghat kar har 5 minute par aane lagi. Priya ki saansain tez aur chhoty hone lagi. Garam paseene ki boondein uske maathe, uske gale, aur uske heavy milk-filled breasts par chamakne lagi aur behne lagi. Woh Vikram ke haathon ko itni zor se dabati ki uski apni gori ungliyan safed pad jaati thin. Har contraction par uske gale se ek bhari, dardnak cheekh nikal jati.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh…!! Vikram… dard… bohot tezz hai… aaaaahhh! Main nahi jhel pa rahi…!!”
Vikram uske bilkul samne baitha tha. Usne ek haath se Priya ke chehre par bikhre hue geele baalon ko pichhe kiya, ek geele kapde se uska paseena saaf kiya, aur doosre haath se uske round pet par circular motion mein soft massage dene laga. Har violent contraction par woh Priya ke haathon par apni pakad aur tight kar leta aur uske kaan mein lagatar bolta:
“Haan… aise hi, Priya… push kar… saans le… main yahin hoon… tera pati yahin hai tere paas…”
Waqt ka pata hi nahi chala. Raat ka gehra andhera aahista-aahista khatam hone laga, aur hut ke bahar subah ki halki neeli roshni phailne lagi. Priya poori tarah se thak chuki thi. Continuous dard aur push karne ki wajah se uski aawaz ab phatne lagi thi, gale se sirf aahain nikal rahi thin. Uski dark brown aakhon se continuous aansoo beh rahe the—dard se, extreme physical exhaustion se, aur ek gehre emotional pressure se. Usne Vikram ke strong shoulders par apne dono haath tika diye aur uske forehead se apna wet forehead mila diya.
“Main… main nahi… kar… paa… rahi hoon, Vikram…” usne haafte hue, bikhar kar kaha. “Taaqat… khatam… ho gayi…”
“Kar rahi hai tu,” Vikram ne uski aakhon mein aakhen daal kar, ek absolute firm voice mein kaha. “Tu bohot strong hai, Priya. Tu meri biwi hai. Ek aur baar… poori taaqat se… pure force ke saath push kar!”
Priya ne apne jism ki aakhri bachi hui saari taaqat ek jagah ikatthi ki. Usne Vikram ke haathon ko todne layak zor se pakada, apni aakhein mitch li, aur apne poore wajood se ek final, gigantic push kiya.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…!!”
Ek second ke liye hut ke andar ek bhaari, sannata bhari silence phail gayi.
Phir… ek chhoti si, gehli aawaz nikal kar aayi.
Aur uske turant baad—
ek naye, healthy newborn baby ki zor-zor se rone ki aawaz poore jungle mein goonj gayi.
*“Uwwaaahh… uwwaaahh… uwwaaahh…!”*
Vikram ke bade, khurdure haath visibly kaamp rahe the jab usne us chhote se, naye jism ko sambhala. Beta tha. Laal skin, wrinkled, aur poori taaqat se rota hua. Vikram ne bina koi waqt gavaye jaldi se use saaf cloth se saaf kiya, soft leaves mein wrap kiya, aur seedha Priya ke nange, garam seene se laga diya.
Priya ne jab apne beta ko pehli baar apne nange arms aur breasts ke paas feel kiya, toh uske muh se ek completely broken, deep emotional sob nikal gayi. Uski aakhon se aansoo bina ruke behne lage. Usne apne ek heavy, milk-filled breast ke nipple ko bacche ke chhote se muh ke paas laya. Chhote se masoom ne Instinctively apna muh khola aur nipple par latch pakad liya. Garam, pehla milk uske gale mein utarne laga.
Vikram unke bilkul bagal mein baith gaya. Uska ek haath Priya ke baalon ko sahla raha tha, aur doosra haath apne chhote se bete ki back par tha. Vikram ki dark brown, kathor aakhon mein bhi saaf nami thi—aaj pehli baar woh itna openly vulnerable dikh raha tha.
“Mera beta…” Vikram ne ek low, emotional, almost broken voice mein kaha. “Tera aur mera khoon. **Vihaan**. Hum iska naam Vihaan rakhenge. Yahi naam hoga iska.”
Priya ne sirf apna sar haan mein hila diya. Uske paas bolne ke liye ek lafz bhi nahi bacha tha. Woh bas apni aakhon se behte aansuon ke beech apne beta ko dekhti rahi jo uske nipples se milk pee raha tha, aur Vikram ke muscular arm ko apne seene se kas ke chipkaye rakhi.
Itni violent thakan aur dard ke baad bhi, Priya ke chehre par ab ek gehra, quiet, almost sacred sukoon phail chuka tha. Guilt, darr, purani duniya ki yaadein, Arjun aur Raj ka khayal—sab us waqt hazaron mile door ja chuke the. Uske arms mein uska apna baccha tha. Uske bagal mein uska pati tha.
Chhota Vihaan pet bharne ke baad aahista-aahista Priya ke seene par hi so gaya. Priya ki heavy eyelids bhi band hone lagi thin. Vikram ne behad dhyan aur safai se Vihaan ko un dono ke beech soft leaves par litaya, aur khud un dono ke bagal mein let gaya. Usne apna bada haath Priya ke ab khali aur soft pet par rakha, uske wet forehead par ek long, warm kiss ki, aur uske kaan mein aahista se phusphusaya:
“Tu bohot strong hai, Priya. Meri biwi. Mere bacche ki maa. Main tujhe aur Vihaan ko kabhi nahi chhodunga. Kabhi nahi.”
Priya ne aakhein band kiye hue hi Vikram ka haath apne pet par kas ke pakad liya. Uske fingers ab bhi thakan se halka sa kaamp rahe the, lekin uske dil ke andar ek naya, solid, aur permanent feeling hamesha ke liye baith chuka tha.
Is isolated, forbidden island par
ab teen log the.
Vikram.
Priya.
Aur chhota Vihaan.
Ek naya, mukammal parivaar
jo is island ki mitti aur hawa ke beech
ab poori tarah
janam le chuka tha.

[Joker44]

Vihaan ke janam ke kai mahine beet chuke the. Island par jahan ek naya parivaar settling down ke aakhri phase mein tha, wahan Mumbai ki shor-sharabe bhari duniya mein Arjun ka haal din-b-din badse-badtar hota ja raha tha.

Uska college lagbhag chhoot chuka tha. Doston se naata tod kar woh din-raat apne andhere room mein band rehta. Table par rakhi marine walkie-talkie aur shortwave radio equipment hi uski poori duniya ban chuke the. Ghanton frequencies scan karne ke baad kabhi-kabhi background static ke beech uski maa Priya ki woh soft, badli hui aur completely subdued aawaz sunai deti: *“…theek hoon… Vihaan… Vikram…”* Aur har baar yeh alfaaz sun kar Arjun ke dil ke hazaron tukde ho jaate. Usne apne baap Raj ko is baare mein kuch nahi bataya tha. Raj khud apne deep clinical depression ke kaaran ek zinda laash ban chuka tha, aur unka family business sambhalne wala ab koi nahi tha.
Us din bhi Arjun apne room mein headphones lagaye, red eyes ke saath frequencies trace karne ki koshish kar raha tha. Tabhi uske phone par ek unknown number se notification pop-up hua:
*“Arjun, main Rashmi bol rahi hoon. Teri mummy ki purani friend. Marine biologist & oceanographic researcher. Mujhe tumse milna hai, Arjun. Bohot zaroori hai. Aaj shaam 6 baje, ‘The Coastal Cafe’, Bandra. Akela aana. Kisi ko mat batana.”*
Arjun ne us message ko baar-baar padha. Rashmi… haan, usse yaad aaya. Rashmi Sen. Uski mummy Priya ki sabse close college bestie. Woh ek renowned marine scientist thi jo frequent oceanographic expeditions par rehti thi. Pehle kabhi-kabhi unke ghar aati thi—ek extremely attractive, bold aur sharp aurat. Arjun ne thoda socha aur milne jaane ka decide kar liya. Uski aakhri umeed ab yahi thi.
Shaam ke theek 6 baje, Bandra ke ek dimly-lit, quiet cafe ke corner table par Rashmi pehle se baithi hui thi.
40 saal ki umar mein bhi Rashmi ek absolute stunning, voluptuous MILF thi. Ek curvy, tight figure, deep neck navy-blue silk top jisse uske heavy cleavage ka prominent view dikh raha tha, tight denim jeans, aur khule, wavy baal. Uski personality mein intellect aur ek dangerously seductive charm ka perfect blend tha. Jab usne Arjun ko andar aate dekha, toh uske honton par ek geheri, sophisticated smile aagayi. Usne samne wali chair par baithne ka ishara kiya.
“Arjun… kitna bada aur handsome ho gaya hai tu,” Rashmi ne ek low, raspy voice mein kaha. Usne Arjun ke thake hue chehre ko ghaur se dekha. “Mummy ki wahi dark brown eyes…”
Arjun ne bas halka sa nod kiya aur straight topic par aaya. “Aapne message kiya… kya baat hai, Rashmi aunty? Meri mummy ke baare mein kuch pata chal?”
Rashmi ne pehle cafe ke surroundings ko check kiya. Phir woh table par aage ki taraf jhuki—uske deep neck top se uske heavy breasts aur clear ho gaye—aur bilkul phusphusate hue bola:
“Main jaanti hoon teri mummy zinda hai, Arjun.”
Arjun ka poora jism jaise high-voltage current se guzar gaya. Usne apni aawaz dabate hue kaha, “Kya…? Aapko… aapko kaise pata? security officer ne toh unhe dead declare kar diya tha!”
Rashmi ne apne leather handbag se ek chhota, high-end audio recorder nikaala aur play button daba diya. Café ke shor mein sirf unke table par audio snippets gunjne lage:
*“…Vikram… mera khayal rakhta hai…”*
*“…pati hai mera yahan…”*
*“…Vihaan… uska baap hai…”*
Aur uske baad—Priya ki geheri, rasiya moans aur heavy breathing ki clear sound recordings.
Arjun ke haath kaampne lage, uski aakhon mein gusse aur sharam ke aansoo aagaye. “Yeh… yeh toh marine frequency recordings hain… main bhi sun chuka hoon… lekin aapke paas yeh kaise…?”
Rashmi ne table par aage badh kar Arjun ke kaanpte hue haath ko apne soft, gore haath mein pakad liya. Uski manicured ungliyan Arjun ke skin par aahista se ghoomne lagi.
“Main sirf accidental signals nahi sun rahi thi, Arjun. Main pichle kai mahinon se is par ek full-fledged secret investigation kar rahi hoon,” Rashmi ne apni dark, seductive aakhon mein ek strange excitement ke saath bataya. “Main ek marine scientist hoon. Maine Indian Ocean ke satellite logs, weather patterns, secret naval radar files aur coastal fishermen ke interception data ko connect kiya. Phir mujhe pata chala ki ek classified, uncharted island coordinate par ek ex-Navy Commander ka private vessel crash hua tha years ago. Commander Vikram Singh—a highly decorated, rogue ex-naval Special Forces officer.”
Arjun aakhein phaade use sunta raha.
Rashmi ne thoda aur jhuk kar, aawaz ko aur low kiya: “Woh island ek off-grid, uncharted territory hai. Maine jab yeh raw radio frequencies decode ki, toh mujhe poori picture samajh aayi. Teri mummy Priya… us ex-navy officer Vikram ke saath us island par poori tarah settle ho chuki hai. Uski biwi ban chuki hai, Arjun. Usne Vikram ka baccha paida kiya hai—Vihaan. Uski body, uska mind, uski sexuality… sab us mard ne completely possess kar liya hai.”
Rashmi ke chehre par koi dukh ya afsos nahi tha—balki ek intense, erotic curiosity aur thrill tha. Woh apni bestie Priya ke is primitive, wild transformation ke baare mein jaan kar andar se ajeeb tarah se aroused aur fascinated thi. Usko yeh soch kar hi maza aa raha tha ki uski sophisticated friend ab ek island par kisi rogue mard ki breeding wife ban kar nangi ghoom rahi hai.
Arjun ne apna muh doosri taraf ghumaya, aansoo uske gaalon par bah gaye. “Main… main yeh sab jaanta tha… lekin kisi aur ke muh se yeh detailed truth sunna…”
Rashmi ne Arjun ke chin ko pakad kar uska chehra apni taraf kiya. Usne apne thumb se Arjun ke gaal se aansoo ponchha.
“Main pehle tumhare paas nahi aane wali thi, Arjun. Lekin jab maine unki intense breeding aur sex sessions ki recordings suni… aur mujhe pata chala ki tu yeh sab akele sun raha hai… toh main khud ko rok nahi paayi. Tu akela is dard ko jhel raha hai.”
Rashmi ne achanak Arjun ke kareeb jhuk kar, bina kisi jhijhak ke uske honton par ek lingering, warm aur sensual kiss rakh diya.
Arjun shock se ekdum stiff ho gaya. Rashmi ke lips soft aur garma-garam the, uski costly perfume aur body warmth Arjun ko sunn kar gayi. Rashmi ne dheeere se pichhe hat te hue Arjun ke kaan ke bilkul paas jhuk kar kaha:
“Main marine research vessel arrange kar sakti hoon. Main tujhe us uncharted island tak le ja sakti hoon, Arjun. Teri mummy ke paas. Lekin… tujhe ready hona padega. Jo tu wahan apni aakhon se dekhne wala hai… woh tera dil hamesha ke liye tod dega. Ya phir… tujhe ek naya mard bana dega.”
Arjun ne Rashmi ki dark, glossy aakhon mein dekha. Usme madad ki offer toh thi, lekin uske neeche ek geheri, dangerous thrill aur curiosity bhi jhalak rahi thi. Arjun ne kaanpti aawaz mein poocha:
“Aap… aap meri madad kyun kar rahi hain, Rashmi aunty? Aapka isme kya faida?”
Rashmi ne ek slow, dark smile di. Usne Arjun ke haath ko thoda aur kas ke dabaya.
“Kyunki Priya meri sabse achhi friend hai… aur main apni aakhon se dekhna chahti hoon ki meri bestie us mard ki biwi ban kar kaisi lagti hai. Aur… kyunki main yeh bhi dekhna chahti hoon ki tu is sach ko samne se kaise handle karta hai.”
Rashmi ne apna handbag uthaya, chair se khadi hui, aur jaane se pehle Arjun ke gaal ko sahla kar boli, “Think about it, Arjun. Jab tu mentally ready ho jaaye, mujhe call karna. Ship mera ready hai. Main tera intezaar karungi.”
Woh apne heavy curves ko flaunt karti hui cafe se bahar nikal gayi.
Arjun café ke us corner table par akela baitha reh gaya. Uske honton par ab bhi Rashmi ke kiss ka garam touch baaki tha. Uske dimaag mein apni maa ki rasiya moans, Vikram ka naam, chhote Vihaan ke rone ki aawaz, aur Rashmi ke dangerous alfaaz ek saath goonj rahe the.
Pehli baar
kisi ne Arjun ke samne
poori aur nangi truth rakh di thi.
Aur uske saath hi
us uncharted island tak pahunchne ka
ek behad khatarnak aur naya rasta
bhi khol diya tha.





Do mahine ka lamba, behisaab samundari safar aakhirkaar apne anjaam tak pahunch chuka tha.
Purnima ki shaam thi. Aasmaan par chaand pehle se hi nikal aaya tha—bada, surkh-sufaid aur behad roshan. Samundar ki laheren ek ajeeb si khamoshi ke saath beh rahi thin. Rashmi ne apni research boat ko island ke shore se thodi door, oonche rock formations ke pichhe chupa kar stop kara diya. Engine ka shor band hote hi jungle ki thandi hawa aur samundar ka paani aapas mein milne lage.
Arjun boat ke deck par khada tha. Uske haath mein marine walkie-talkie thi aur gale mein ek high-power military binoculars latak rahi thi. Uski ragon mein khoon khol raha tha, darr aur ajeeb si dark arousal ka ek behisaab toofan uske andar chal raha tha.
Shore ki soft, chaandni se chamakti hui sand par halka sa view saaf tha. Wahan ek chhota sa baccha—Vihaan—akela khel raha tha. Nanga, soft skin, ab lagbhag ek saal ka ho chuka tha. Woh ret ke dher bana raha tha aur apni hi dhun mein aahista-aahista has raha tha.
Arjun ne kaanpte haathon se durbin uthayi aur apni aakhon se laga li. Lenses ko focus karte hi shore ka nazara bilkul paas aur shisha jaisa saaf ho gaya.
Aur tab… usne unhe dekha.
Thodi door, samundar ke kinare bane ek bade se flat, kaale rock par, poornima ki chaandni ki roshni mein—poori tarah nange—Priya aur Vikram.
Priya pure, extreme doggy position mein thi. Uske dono gore haath aur ghutne rock ke thande patthar par tike hue the, uski kamar deeply neeche ki taraf arched thi, aur uski bhari hui, gori ass hawa mein poori tarah ooper uthi hui thi. Uske heavy, milk-filled D-cup breasts neeche latak rahe the aur har ek violent dhakke ke saath niche-ooper jhool rahe the.
Uska chehra completely distort ho chuka tha—pure, shameless ahegao face. Muh poora khula hua tha, uski gulabi jeebh ek kutti ki tarah bahar nikli hui thi, aur uske honton ke kone se saliva ka ek patla taar nikal kar rock par gir raha tha. Uski dark brown aakhein lagbhag ooper ki taraf ulat chuki thin. Uske chehre par ab koi soch nahi thi, koi purana guilt nahi tha, koi sharam ya kisi bete ki maa hone ka ehsaas nahi tha. Uss waqt uske chehre par sirf aur sirf ek mind-numbing, animalistic pleasure tha.
Aisa lag raha tha jaise uska dimaag poori tarah melt ho chuka ho. Jaise woh kisi Mumbai ke reputed parivaar ki aurat ya kisi ki maa na ho—balki ek wild, mindless sex doll ban chuki ho, jisko sirf aur sirf mard ka mota lund chahiye tha. Uski chut poori tarah se paani chhod kar white lather se bhari hui thi.
Vikram uske pichhe ghutno par khada tha—strong, bronze-skinned, muscled body, ek pure jungli jaanwar ke mode mein. Usne Priya ke gore hips ko dono haathon se itna zor se pakad rakha tha ki uski ungliyon ke neele nishaan Priya ki skin par chhap rahe the. Woh pure mardana force ke saath apna 8-inch mota lund Priya ke andar utar raha tha—deep, heavy, savage, aur continuous thrusts.
**Thup… thup… thup… thup… thup…**
Har stroke full length ka tha—lund poora bahar nikalta aur phir ek jhatke mein uski uterus ke munh tak deep hit karta. Priya ki geeli chut se ek loud, squelching wet sound aa rahi thi. Uske munh se continuous, broken, high-pitched rasiya moans nikal rahe the, jo jungle mein door tak goonj rahe the:
“Ahhh… ahhh… ahhh… lund… ahhhh… aur deep… ahhhh… bhar de… ahhhh… Vikram… my husband…!!”
Walkie-talkie Vikram ke waist pouch mein fit thi—aur uska button accidentally press hone ki wajah se ON tha. Unke jismon ki saari wet sounds, dhakko ki thup-thup, aur Priya ki woh besharam moans seedha transmit ho kar Arjun ke headphones mein ja rahi thin.
Arjun ke haath thar-thar kaampne lage. Binoculars uske kaanpte haathon se almost girne wali thi. Usne apni sagi maa ko apni aakhon se is tarah pehli baar dekha tha—doggy position mein jhuki hui, jeebh bahar nikli hui, dimaag completely shut, sirf ek mard ke lund ke liye pichhe violent dhakke khati hui. Uska dil seene mein itni zor se dhadka ki usse apna dam ghutta hua laga. Uski aakhon se aansoo nikal kar deck par girne lage. Lekin uske shorts ke andar, uski apni maa ka yeh mindless, slutty roop dekh kar uska lund pure paagalpan se pathar jaisa hard ho gaya.
Arjun ne aakhirkaar apna sara control kho diya. Usne deck par pada walkie-talkie uthaya, uska button daba kar apni poori taaqat se chillaya:
“Maa!! Maa!! Main Arjun!! Maa suno!! Main yahan hoon, Maa!!”
Pehli baar
distance kam hone ke kaaran signal bilkul clear gaya.
Rock par Vikram ke waist pouch se Arjun ke rone aur chillane ki aawaz loud tone mein goonj uthi:
*“Maa!! Main Arjun!! Main aa gaya hoon, Maa!!”*
Vikram ne ek second ke liye dhakko ki speed kam ki, lekin apna lund Priya ki wet chut se bahar nahi nikaala. Woh ab bhi uske deep inside tha. Vikram ne apne pouch se walkie-talkie nikali. Speaker se Arjun ki aawaz lagatar aa rahi thi—*“Maa!! Maa!!”*
Vikram ne apni dark aakhon se door samundar ki taraf dekha. Chaandni mein usse rock ke pichhe chupi hui ek chhoti research boat saaf dikh gayi. Vikram ke honton par ek dark, victorious smile aagayi. Usne poori situation samajh li.
Vikram ne Priya ke ghutno aur kamar par apni pakad bilkul nahi chhodi. Ulta, usne Priya ke lambay kaale baalon ko ek haath se pichhe se kas ke kheencha aur walkie-talkie ko Priya ke kaanpte hue haath mein thama diya. Aur phir bina kisi daya ke, pure force aur junoon ke saath uski chut mein violent dhakke maarna dobara shuru kar diye.
Priya ka dimaag extreme pleasure se pehle hi melt ho chuka tha. Usne walkie-talkie ko apne haath mein pakada zarur, lekin uske munh se apne bete ke liye koi mamta ya sharam bhara lafz nahi nikla. Usne walkie-talkie par apna munh rakha aur sirf ek rasiya, besharam moan chhodi:
“Ahhh… ahhh… Ar… Arjun…? Ahhhh… Vikram… aur tez… ahhhh… deep inside… ahhhh…!!”
Woh ab bhi poori tarah doggy position mein rock par jhuki hui thi—jeebh bahar nikli hui, ahegao face, honton se saliva behta hua, heavy D-cup breasts neeche jhoolte hue. Usko iss baat se koi fark nahi pad raha tha ki uska beta samne khada hai. Uss waqt woh kisi ki maa nahi thi—woh sirf ek wild, unsatiated aurat thi jisse sirf Vikram ka lund chahiye tha.
Vikram usse ek jaanwar ki tarah pichhe se chodta raha. Walkie-talkie Priya ke haath mein thi.
Aur doosri taraf
us research boat par khada uska beta Arjun
har ek violent “thup”, har ek besharam “ahh”, aur har ek “deep inside”
apni aakhon se dekh raha tha
aur apne kaanon se sun raha tha.
Arjun ke munh se sirf ek toot i hui, kaanpti aawaz nikal rahi thi:
“Maa… nahi… please… mat karo… ahhhh…”
Lekin rock par
uski sagi maa
ab poori tarah
ek mindless sex-doll mode mein
apne naye pati ka mota lund
deep inside le rahi thi.
Purnima ki chaandni ke neeche
ultimate discovery
aur ek brutal, live cuckson call
ek saath
dono ke beech shuru ho chuke the.





Boat ke deck par Rashmi ne high-power military binoculars ko apni aakhon se laga kar rakha tha. Uske khoobsurat, glossy honton par ek dark, deeply satisfied aur victorious smile phail chuki thi. Usne apni nazar us flat, kaale rock par tiki rakhi jahan uski best friend Priya ek jaanwar ki tarah ek rogue mard ke neeche jhuki hui thi. Rashmi ne durbin ko ek haath se pakada aur doosre haath se Arjun ke shoulder ko pakad kar uske kaan ke paas jhuk gayi.
Uski garam, khushboodar saansain Arjun ke kaan par padne lagi, aur woh ek low, raspy, aur dangerously seductive voice mein phusphusayi:
“Dekh, Arjun… dhyan se dekh apni mummy ko. Pure, extreme ahegao face mein hai. Gulabi jeebh bahar nikli hui hai, aakhein ooper ulat chuki hain, dimaag completely shut down ho chuka hai. Woh sirf aur sirf us mard ka mota lund andar le rahi hai. Apni poori zindagi mein maine Priya ko itna khush, itna satisfied, aur itna completely submission mein kabhi nahi dekha.”
Arjun ka chehre ka rang poori tarah udd chuka tha. Uski aakhon se gusse, ghinnaur, aur behisaab dard ke aansoo continuous beh rahe the. Uska poora jism ek severe trauma se kaanp raha tha. Usne marine walkie-talkie ko dono haathon se itni zor se pakada ki uske knuckles safed pad gaye, aur uska button daba kar poori taaqat se chillaya:
“Maa!! Main Arjun!! Maa please meri baat suno!! Main yahan hoon, aapko lene aaya hoon!!”
Rock par se walkie-talkie ke speaker mein Priya ki aawaz aayi—broken, haafti hui, heavy, lekin bilkul clear. Vikram ab bhi uske pichhe ghutno par khada tha aur pure mardana force ke saath apna 8-inch mota lund uski geeli chut mein deep push kar raha tha.
“Ahhh… Ar… Arjun… beta…? Ohhh… ahhhh… kaisa… hai tu, beta… ahhhh… Teri Maa… toh… zinda… hai… ahhhh… Vikram… ahhh… itna deep… ahhhh…!!”
Priya apne bete se emotional baatein karne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin uske har lafz ke beech mein extreme physical pleasure ki wajah se pure, shameless, slutty moans nikal rahe the. Vikram ne uske lambay kaale baalon ko pichhe se aur tight pakad liya aur apne dhakko ki speed aur gehraai aur badha di.
“Jor se… aur jor se bol apne bete ke samne… meri aurat…” Vikram ne ek pure, dominant jungli aawaz mein kaha.
**Thup… thup… thup… thup… thup…**
Lund ke violent jhatko se Priya ke heavy D-cup breasts rock ke ooper lagatar jhool rahe the. Uski chut se aane wali squelching wet sounds speaker ke zariye Arjun ke headphones mein goonj rahi thin.
Arjun deck par ghutno ke bal gir pad aur walkie-talkie par rona shuru kar diya: “Mom!! Bohot ho gaya!! Please meri baat suno!! Ab ghar chalo hamare paas!! Papa tarap rahe hain, main tarap raha hoon!! Please ghar chalo!!”
Ek second ke liye rock par khamoshi phail gayi.
Vikram ne jab sunha ki yeh Priya ka beta hai jo door boat par baith kar apni maa ke liye gidgida raha hai, toh uske khurdure chehre par ek deeply dark, victorious smile aagayi. Usne apni dark brown aakhon se samundar mein khadi boat ko dekha, aur phir Priya ke gore jism par apna control dikhane ke liye, usne apna thick, paani se latha-path lund uski wet chut se ek jhatke mein bahar nikaala.
Arjun ne durbin se dekha—uski maa ki chut se Vikram ka cum aur white lather bahar nikal kar beh raha tha. Vikram ne apne 8-inch lund ke tip ko Priya ki tight, gori asshole par set kiya… aur ek single, violent, merciless push ke saath poora lund uski gaand ke andar tak ghusaa diya.
“AAAAAANNNGGGHHHH… AAAAAAHHHHHHH…!!”
Priya ke gale se ek pure dil ko cheer dene wali, bhayankar scream nikal gayi. Uski aakhein pain aur sudden expansion se phatne lagi thin.
Boat par Arjun ne bhi apni maa ki yeh violent scream sun kar pure dard se chillaya, “MOM!!”




Priya haafte hue, extreme ahegao face ke saath, walkie-talkie ko kaanpte hue haath mein liye hue boli—uski aawaz mein dard, extreme physical pleasure, aur ek permanent, final acceptance thi:

“Nahi… Arjun… beta… ahhhh… ab… yahi… mera… ghar… hai… ahhhh… main… Vikram… ki… aurat… hoon… main… yahi… rahungi… ahhhh… Fuck me… Vikram… harder… ahhhh… gaand phad de meri… ahhhh!!”
Vikram ne yeh sunte hi ek geheri, dark, mardana hasi hass di. Usne door boat ki taraf dekha aur Arjun ko clearly smile karke dikhayi. Phir usne Priya ke bhari hue hips ko dono haathon se kas ke pakad kar uski gaand mein pure force aur speed ke saath dhakke maarne shuru kar diye.
Priya ab poori tarah dimaag se melt ho chuki thi. Uske munh se apne bete ke samne aur dirty, shameless alfaaz nikalne lage:
“Ahhh… beta… dekh… tera naya baap… teri maa… ki gaand… phad… raha… hai… ahhhh… Raj tera… baap… nahi… yeh… Vikram… mera… pati… hai… ahhhh… iska… mota lund… hi… meri… zaroorat… hai… ahhhh…!!”


Boat par Arjun ka sara mental control poori tarah se toot gaya. Cuckoldry, traumatic pain aur extreme dirty arousal ke paagalpan mein usne apne shorts ko ek jhatke mein neeche kiya aur apne hard, pathar jaisay lund ko pure gusse aur deewanepan mein tezz-tezz hilana shuru kar diya—bilkul Rashmi ke samne.
Rashmi ne jab Arjun ko apni hi maa ki chudai dekhte hue iss tarah apna lund hilate dekha, toh woh ek dark smile ke saath muskurane lagi. Usne Arjun ke paas aakar uske haath par apna haath rakha aur uske lund ko aur speed se stroke karte hue bola:
“Sahi kar raha hai, Arjun… dekh… teri mummy ki gaand chud rahi hai aur tu yahan mere samne apna lund hila raha hai. Kitna poori tarah se toot chuka hai tu… kitna helpless hai tu mere samne.”
Arjun rota hua, haafta hua, aakhon se behte aansuon ke saath apne lund ko extreme speed se hilaata raha. Radio par uski sagi maa ki screams, violent thup-thup ki aawaz, aur uske *“harder… aur tez”* ki rasiya pukaar lagatar goonj rahi thin.
Arjun ne rota hue aakhri baar kaha: “Maa… chalo na ghar… papa ke paas… mere paas…”
Priya ne haafte hue, extreme pleasure ke saath scream kiya: “Maha-bakwaas… mera ghar yahan hai… mera pati Vikram hai… mera beta Vihaan hai… mujhe kahi nahi jaana… Aaaaahhhh… Vikram…!!”
Vikram ne Priya ke gore pet par haath rakh kar ek deep, final thrust maara.
Tab Priya ne aakhri baar walkie-talkie ko apne munh ke paas laya, ek rasiya moan chhodi, aur phir poori taaqat ke saath us device ko rock se neeche cliff ki taraf samundar mein phenk diya.
*Splash!!*
Device paani mein gir kar gehre pattharon se takraya aur poori tarah toot gaya.
Frequency disconnect ho gayi. Connection permanently lost.
Priya ne pichhe mud ke Vikram ko dekha.
Chehre par pure ahegao face, saliva honton se beh raha tha, red eyes, poori tarah se ek used sex-doll ka look. Vikram ne uski thodi si hairy, wet aur completely open chut ko dekha. Usne apni do ungliyan uski wetness mein ghusaa kar ghumayi. Priya ne ek soft, broken moan li.
“Ahhh… my husband…”
Vikram ne ungliyan nikaal ke apna mota lund phir se uski wet chut mein pure force se dhakel diya aur violent speed se chodna shuru kar diya. Priya ne rock ko dono haathon se pakad liya aur pure mind-dead moans ke saath apne pati ke dhakke lene lagi.
Doosri taraf, boat par Arjun ka poora jism violent jhatkon se kaanp utha. Usne ek loud, broken scream ke saath apna thick climax shoot kar diya. Uska garam cum load uske haath par, deck par, aur Rashmi ke kapdon par ja gira.
Rashmi ne jhuk kar Arjun ke haath par laga hua cum apni jeebh se slowly chaat liya. Phir usne Arjun ke kaan ke paas aakar ek soft, cruel, aur absolute voice mein kaha:
“You lost your mom to a real bull, Arjun…
Ab woh uski hai. Poori tarah se. Body se, mind se, aur soul se.”
Rashmi ne Arjun ko pakad kar cabin ke andar kheench liya. Boatman ne boat ki direction change ki aur engine ko full throttle par daal diya.
Research boat dheere-dheere island se door mud gayi.
Pichhe, poornima ki roshan chaandni mein—
Vikram ab bhi Priya ko pure force ke saath chod raha tha.
Chhota Vihaan sand par khelta hua unse thodi door tha.
Priya ki rasiya moans aur dhakko ki aawaz
dheere-dheere samundar ki laheron mein door hoti chali gayi.
Boat unhe hamesha ke liye chhod kar
wapas mubhazzab duniya ki taraf chal di.
Us isolated, forbidden island par
Vikram,
Priya,
aur chhota Vihaan
hamesha ke liye reh gaye.
Unki apni ek nayi duniya.
Unka apna ghar.
Unka apna aasmaan.
Aur Arjun
apni sagi maa ko
ek real bull ke haath
poori tarah se
hamesha ke liye kho chuka tha.

Five Years Later....

Paanch saal ka lamba waqt guzar chuka tha us Purnima ki raat ke baad, jab Arjun ne aakhri baar apni sagi maa ko chaandni ki roshni mein doggy style position mein, jeebh bahar nikale, aakhein ooper ulat kar pure ahegao face ke saath Vikram ke motay lund par toot te hue dekha tha.
Is paanch saal ke safar mein us Uncharted Forbidden Island ki tasveer poori tarah badal chuki thi.
Chhota Vihaan ab paanch saal ka ek strong, dusky-skinned, active ladka ho chuka tha—apne baap Vikram ki tarah hi jungle aur samundar ke mahol mein bilkul dharalle se rehta tha. Lekin ab Vihaan akela baccha nahi tha. Uske alawa unki is chhote se parivaar mein do aur naye mehmaan aa chuke the. Ek beti, Roohi, jo teen saal ki thi—behad soft, gori aur bilkul apni maa Priya ki jawani jaisi khoobsurat. Aur sabse chhota beta, Aryan, jo abhi dedh saal ka tha—jo din bhar apni maa ke heavy D-cup breasts se chipka rehta tha aur dhoodh peeta rehta tha.
Teen bacche, ek dominant aur protective pati Vikram, aur ek aisi biwi jo ab poori tarah se is island ki undisputed rani ban chuki thi.
Priya ab 47 saal ki ho chuki thi, lekin island ki natural, primitive zindagi, taaza phal, paani, aur daily intense physical satisfaction ne uske jism mein ek alag hi, breathtaking glow bhar diya tha. Teen bacchon ke janam ke baad bhi uske heavy breasts pehle se zyada full, bhaari aur soft ho gaye the—garam milk ab bhi unme hamesha bhara rehta tha jo Vikram ke chusne par ya chhotay Aryan ke peene par aahista-aahista nikal aata tha. Uske wide hips aur round ass pehle se zyada voluptuous aur heavy ho gaye the. Pet par teen pregnancies ke baad halki, soft stretch marks ki lines thin, lekin Vikram jab bhi un lines ko dekhta ya chhoota, toh woh paagal ho jaata tha.
Priya ab poore din lagbhag nangi hi rehti thi—sirf jab jungle ke andar door tak jaana hota tab hi halka sa cloth wrapping kar leti. Baaki poora time uska nanga, soft, voluptuous aur completely used jism Vikram ke liye hamesha open aur available rehta tha.
Unki zindagi ab ek continuous, warm, dirty, aur deeply happy rhythm mein chal rahi thi.
Har subah ki shuruaat ek behad sensual Andaaz mein hoti. Vikram jaise hi neend se jaagta, sabse pehle Priya ke heavy breasts ko apne muah mein bhar kar unse garam dhoodh peeta. Uske bade khurdure haath Priya ke soft pet aur heavy hips par ghoomte, aur phir woh Priya ko side-lying position mein ya pichhe se aahista-aahista apni baahon mein bhar kar bina kisi waqt gavaye uski wet chut mein apna lund utar deta—jabki teeno bacche abhi hut ke kone mein soye hote.
Priya apni dark brown aakhein band karke soft, rasiya moans karti, Vikram ki broad, muscular back ko apne dono haathon se kas ke pakadti, aur uske kaan mein phusphusati:
*“Haan… my husband… aise hi… subah-subah apne milk-filled container ko bhar de… teri biwi ready hai…”*
Dopahar ke waqt, jab saaf chaandni aur dhoop jungle ko roshan karti, teeno bacche hut ke bahar sand par khelte. Vihaan ek zimmedar bade bhai ki tarah apni chhoti behen Roohi aur chhotay Aryan ka khayal rakhta. Is beech Priya aur Vikram aksar island ke beech bani freshwater stream ya lake ke shallows mein chale jaate.
Wahan thande, saaf paani mein Vikram, Priya ko paani ke beech khada karta, uski ek bhari gori taang ko utha kar apne shoulder par rakhta, aur paani ke andar se hi violent force ke saath use chodta. Priya ke heavy breasts paani ke surface par niche-ooper jhoolte, uske muh se pure open moans nikalte jo jungle ke trees se takra kar wapas laut te:
*“Aur zor se… Vikram… ahhhh… meri chut ab bhi aur hamesha sirf teri hi rahegi…!!”*


Shaam ke waqt shore ki soft sand par unka milan hota.
Kabhi rock par extreme doggy position mein.
Kabhi Priya ko apne lund ke ooper bitha kar.
Kabhi pure, deep mating press mein jahan Vikram ka poora weight Priya ke soft jism par hota.
Vikram ab bhi use ek hungry, wild bull ki tarah leta tha, aur Priya ab bhi har din use poore haq aur junoon se khud maangti thi. Kabhi-kabhi toh woh khud Vikram ke saamne ghutno ke bal baith jaati, uske motay lund ko apne dono haathon se pakad kar poore munh mein leti, use chusti, har ek drop ko nigalti, aur phir uske ooper baith kar uski aakhon mein aakhein daal kar kehti:
*“Aaj phir se mere pet ke andar tak daal… mujhe phir se pregnant kar de…”*
Raat ko jab teeno bacche thak kar so jaate, toh hut ke andar sirf un dono ke jismon ki garmahat aur geheri aawazein hoti thin.
**Thup… thup… thup… thup…**
Priya ki continuous, heavy, satisfied moans.
Vikram ke deep, dominant groans.
Kabhi Vikram uske baal kheenchta, kabhi use tight hold mein pakadta, aur uske kaan mein phusphusata:
*“Paanch saal ho gaye… teen bacche paida kar diye… lekin ab bhi itni tight… ab bhi meri dedicated randi…”*
Priya ek soft, rasiya hasi has deti, moan karti, aur apne jism ko uske aur paas kheench leti.
Woh dono khush the. Poori tarah, bina kisi sharth ke.
Ab unke liye is island ke bahar koi mubhazzab duniya nahi thi.
Nahi koi Arjun ka khayal bacha tha, nahi koi Mumbai ki purani zindagi, aur na hi koi guilt ya sharam.
Sirf yeh isolated, khoobsurat island tha, yeh mard Vikram tha, unke yeh teen masoom bacche the, aur unki yeh continuous, gandi, pyari, aur behad asali chudai wali zindagi thi.
Priya kabhi-kabhi poornima ki chaandni mein hut ke bahar baith kar aasmaan ko dekhti aur sochti—pehle Mumbai ke us char-deewari ke andar uski zindagi kitni khali, kitni artificial thi.
Ab uske poore jism par uske asli mard ke nishaan the, uske pet se uske teen bacche nikal chuke the, aur uski chut ab sirf aur sirf ek hi lund ki permanent aadi ban chuki thi.
Vikram pichhe se aata, apne bade haathon se uske heavy breasts ko pakadta, uske kaan par lips rakh kar kehta:
*“Sochna band kar, Priya. Aaja andar. Tujhe pata hai na mujhe abhi aur chahiye…”*
Priya muskurati, uska haath pakadti, aur uske saath hut ke andhere aur garam mahol ki taraf chal deti—
poori tarah nangi,
behad khush,
aur poori tarah se uski.
Forbidden island par
ek happy,
fucking,
aur asali parivaar
apni zindagi
jee raha tha.
Forever.



The End.