Do Roop Ki Bhookh

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Colony ke naam se jani jaane wali woh badi si bastion, “Shanti Vihar”, city ke kinare basaya gaya ek aisa samuh tha jahan log ek dusre ke ghar mein bina dastak ke ghus jaate the. Sau se zyada flat, do blocks, ek central park, aur har taraf se aati hui aawazein—bachchon ki chilahat, pressure cooker ki seeti, aur raat ke andhere mein kisi ke bedroom se nikalta hua daba hua siskariya. Yahan koi akele nahi rehta tha. Yahan har cheez sabko pata chal jaati thi.
Us colony mein ek naya kirayedaar aaya.
Uske naam se log pehle hafte sirf itna jaante the—“Aarav”. Bais-teess saal ka, seedha-saada, lekin aisa chehra jo dekhte hi ruk jaaye. Lambi ungliyan, chaude kandhe, jawani ki woh taji nami jo kapdon ke neeche se bhi mehsoos hoti thi. Pehle hafte woh chhote se 2BHK mein akele rehta tha. Doosre hafte, bilkul usi flat se, ek aurat nikalati—Suman. Unnees-tees ke beech umar, gori chamdi, bhari hui chhati, patli kamar, aur aankhein jo dekhte hi kisi ko behka dein. Woh kehti thi, “Yeh mera beta Aarav hai. Main uski maa Suman.”
Sach yeh tha ki dono ek hi the.
Aarav—ya jo bhi uske andar tha—us shakti ko samajh nahi paaya tha. Har hafta, raat ke baarah baje, uska shareer badal jaata. Ek hafta mard, ek hafte aurat. Pehle pehle dar, phir utsukta, phir ek gehra, andhera sa laalach. Usne faisla kiya: is colony mein hi basna hai. Yahan log itne close hain ki raaz chhupana mushkil hai, lekin yahi closeness uske kaam aayegi. Woh unhein batayega ki Suman uski maa hai aur Aarav uska beta. Is jhoot ke peeche woh apni asliyat chhupa lega, aur is jhoot ke sahare woh un sab tak pahunchega jo uske laalach ko khila sake.
Pehle din, mard roop mein, Aarav ne flat ka kiraya diya. Building ke caretaker, Brijesh, ne usse ghoora. “Akela rehte ho?”
“Haan. Maa kabhi-kabhi aati rahegi.”
Brijesh ne sir hilaaya, lekin uski nazar Aarav ke kandhon aur patle kamar par atak gayi.
Us raat Aarav ne apne aap ko sheeshe mein dekha. Lund pehle se hi thoda sa uth raha tha. Usne socha—agar main aurat ban jaun, to yeh lund kahan jayega? Kya choot ban jayegi? Kya doodh aa jayenge? Us soch ne uske pet mein ajeeb si garmi bhar di.
Doosre hafte, raat ke baarah baje, dard shuru hua. Haddi-haddi mein khichav, chamdi ka tanav, aur phir woh narmi. Subah jab usne aankh kholi, to sheeshe mein Suman thi. Bhari hui, gol, badi chhatiyan, gulabi nipples, patli kamar, aur janghon ke beech gili, soft choot. Usne haath neeche le jaakar apni ungliyon se choot ko chhua—garam, geeli, aur itni sensitive ki sirf chhune se uske pair kaamp gaye.
Us din Suman ban kar woh park mein baithi. Colony ki auratein uske paas aayi. Rina, 28 saal, do bachchon ki maa, chhoti si kamar aur badi si gaand wali. “Aap nayi hain?”
“Haan. Beta Aarav yahan rehta hai. Main kabhi-kabhi aati hoon.”
Rina ki nazar Suman ki chhatiyon par atak gayi. “Bahut sundar ho aap.”
Shaam ko Rina ne Suman ko apne ghar bulaya. “Chai piyogi?”
Andar jaate hi Rina ne darwaza band kiya. “Main aapko dekh ke… pareshan ho gayi.”
Suman ne muskura kar uska haath apni chhati par rakh diya. “Toh dekh lo achhe se.”
Rina ke haath kaamp rahe the. Usne Suman ke blouse ke button khole. Badi, bhari, naram chhatiyan bahar aayi. Nipples pehle se hi sakht the. Rina ne muh laga diya. Chusti se choosne lagi. Suman ki aankhein band ho gayi. “Haan… aise hi… doodh nahi hai, lekin choos.”
Rina ne neeche haath le jaakar Suman ki skirt upar ki. Panty geeli thi. Usne ungli andar daali. “Itni gili… maa banne ke baad bhi itni garam?”
Suman ne uske baal pakad liye. “Chup chap choos. Aur neeche jaa.”
Rina ghutnon ke bal baith gayi. Suman ki choot ko chaatne lagi—lambi, geeli jeebh se, clit ko dabochte hue. Suman ki siskariyan nikalne lagi. “Haan… aur zor se… apni ungli gaand mein daal.”
Rina ne daal di. Ek ungli choot mein, ek gaand mein. Suman ka shareer kaamp utha. Woh jhad gayi—garam pani ki tarah, Rina ke muh par.
Rina ne uth kar apni saari utaar di. Uske bhi bade doodh the, lekin Suman se kam. “Ab meri baari.”
Suman ne usse bed par litaya. Apni jeebh se Rina ki choot chaati, phir do ungliyan andar daal kar zor-zor se chalayi. Rina chillane lagi. “Aahh… maa… mat rukna…”
Suman ne uske muh par haath rakh diya. “Chup. Colony waale sun lenge.”
Jab dono thak kar leti, to Rina ne poocha, “Aapka beta… kitna sundar hai. Kabhi aapke saath rehta hai?”
Suman ne muskura kar jawab diya, “Haan. Woh mera sab kuch hai.”
Us raat Suman ne apne flat mein aakar sheeshe mein khud ko dekha. Choot ab bhi geeli thi. Usne socha—agle hafte jab main Aarav banunga, to Rina ko kaise chodunga. Uske muh mein lund daalunga, uski gaand faadunga, aur usse kehunga ki main uski maa ka beta hoon.
Colony ab uske liye sirf rehne ki jagah nahi thi. Yeh uska shikar-gaah banne wala tha.
Agle din, building ke neeche, ek naya chehra dikha—Kavita. 32 saal, husband Dubai mein, akeli, aur aankhon mein woh bhook jo chhupti nahi. Usne Suman ko dekha aur ruk gayi. “Aap… Aarav ki maa?”
Suman ne sir hilaaya.
Kavita ne dheere se kaha, “Main aapke beta ko dekh ke… pareshan ho jaati hoon. Woh itna… handsome hai.”
Suman ke andar kuch hil gaya. Ab game shuru hone wala tha.
Raat ke do baj rahe the. Suman ke shareer mein woh pehli khichav shuru ho chuki thi jo har hafta aati thi. Haddi-haddi mein dard, chamdi ka tanav, aur pet ke andar ek gehra, andhera sa khinchav. Woh bathroom ke sheeshe ke saamne khadi thi, dono haath sink par tikaye hue. Aankhon ke saamne uski bhari chhatiyan, gulabi nipples, aur neeche ki geeli, soft choot—sab kuch dheere-dheere badalne laga.
Dard itna teez tha ki usne daant pees liye. Phir, ek ajeeb si garmi ne uske seene se lekar janghon tak faelna shuru kiya. Jaise koi purani, soyi hui cheez andar se jag uthi ho.
Us waqt, pehli baar, yaad aayi.
Woh yaad bilkul saaf thi. Paanch saal pehle. Ek chhote se pahadi shehar ka puraana mandir. Aarav tab sirf Aarav tha—ek ordinary ladka jo apni zindagi se tang aa chuka tha. Uske maa-baap nahi the. Rishteydaar ne use chhod diya tha. Ek raat, baarish mein bheegta hua, woh mandir ke andar ghus gaya. Andar andhera tha, bas ek diya jal raha tha. Deewar par purani, dhundhli si nakashi—ek aadmi aur ek aurat ka shareer ek dusre mein ghulta hua, aur unke beech ek teesra roop.
Usne haath badha kar us nakashi ko chhua.
Us chhoone ke saath hi kuch toot gaya.
Ek awaaz, jo uske dimaag ke andar se aayi, bilkul saaf:
“Jo chahe woh ban. Ek hafte mard, ek hafte naar. Lekin is shakti ka mol hai. Jo tu chhelega, woh tujhe bhi chhelega. Jo tu jhooth bolega, woh jhooth tujhe kha jayega.”
Phir dard. Itna teez ki usne cheekh maari. Subah jab aankh khuli, toh uska shareer badal chuka tha. Pehli baar woh aurat bani thi—Suman. Usne apne aap ko sheeshe mein dekha, haath se apni nayi choot ko chhua, aur usi raat pehli baar khud se hi jhad gayi. Uske baad har hafta yahi hota raha. Kabhi woh is shakti se darta tha, kabhi isse nafrat karta tha, lekin dheere-dheere yeh uska sabse bada hathyar ban gaya.
Ab, Shanti Vihar ke us chhote se bathroom mein, jab uska shareer dobara mard ban raha tha, toh woh yaad aur tez ho gayi. Nakashi ki woh aankhein… jaise dekh rahi hon. Jaise keh rahi hon: “Ab tu is colony mein bas gaya hai. Ab tu is shakti ka asli istemaal karega.”
Subah jab Aarav bana, toh uska lund pehle se hi sakht tha. Lambaa, mota, aur itna garam ki usne haath lagate hi siskari nikaali. Usne yaad kiya Rina ko—uski geeli choot, uski badi gaand, aur uske muh se nikalta hua “maa” ka shabd. Phir Kavita ka chehra aaya. Dubai wale husband wali woh aurat jiski aankhon mein bhook saaf dikhai deti thi.
Aarav ne faisla kiya. Aaj hi.
Shaam ko woh Kavita ke flat ke bahar khada tha. Darwaza khula. Kavita ne use dekha aur ek pal ke liye saans ruk gayi. “Aarav… aap?”
“Haan.” Usne seedha andar ghus kar darwaza band kiya. “Maa ne kaha tha aap mujhe dekh ke pareshan ho jaati ho.”
Kavita ka chehra laal ho gaya. “Woh… maine bas…”
Aarav ne uske muh par ungli rakh di. “Chup. Aaj main dekhna chahta hoon ki aap kitni pareshan ho.”
Usne Kavita ko deewar se sata diya. Ek haath se uska kurta upar kiya, doosre se bra khol di. Bade, naram doodh bahar aaye. Nipples pehle se hi sakht the. Aarav ne muh laga diya—zor se choosa, daant se halka kaata. Kavita ki siskari nikal padi. “Aahh… dheere…”
“Dheere nahi.” Aarav ne uski skirt neeche gira di. Panty geeli thi. Usne ungli andar daali—garam, tight choot. “Itni gili… sirf mujhe dekh ke?”
Kavita ne sir hilaaya. “Haan… aapki maa… itni sundar hai… aur aap…”
Aarav ne usse bed par dhakel diya. Apna pant khola. Lund bahar aaya—mota, naseela, aur itna sakht ki sir se paani nikal raha tha. Kavita ki aankhein phail gayi. “Itna… bada…”
“Muh khol.”
Usne lund uske muh mein threes diya. Kavita ne choosna shuru kiya—gehra, geela, aur bhookha. Aarav ne uske baal pakad liye aur zor-zor se pelne laga. “Haan… aise hi… maa ki tarah choos.”
Kavita ne aankhein upar ki. “Aapki… maa?”
“Haan.” Aarav ne muskura kar kaha. “Kal woh yahan thi. Aaj main. Same blood. Same hunger.”
Usne lund nikaal kar Kavita ko ulta litaya. Gaand upar ki. Thook laga kar pehle ek ungli, phir do. Phir lund seedha uski gaand mein dhakel diya. Kavita cheekhi. “Aahh… faad mat…!”
“Faadunga.” Aarav ne zor se pelna shuru kiya. Har dhakke ke saath Kavita ki gaand phailti gayi, uske doodh bed se takraate rahe, aur uske muh se gandi gaaliyan nikalne lagi. “Haan… chod… apni maa ki tarah chod…!”
Aarav ne uski choot mein bhi ungliyaan daal di. Ek saath gaand aur choot. Kavita jhadti rahi—ek baar, do baar, teesri baar. Jab Aarav ne apna pani uski gaand ke andar giraaya, toh dono kaamp rahe the.
Baad mein, jab Kavita saans le rahi thi, Aarav ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Agle hafte maa aayegi. Tab tum dono ko saath mein lunga.”
Kavita ne aankhein kholi. “Dono…?”
Aarav ne muskura kar jawab diya, “Haan. Maa aur beta. Ek saath.”
Us raat jab woh apne flat mein wapas aaya, toh bathroom ke sheeshe mein usne apne aap ko dekha. Aankhon mein wohi andhera tha jo mandir ki nakashi mein tha. Shakti ne use chuna tha. Ab yeh colony uska khel ka maidan ban chuka tha.
Aur khel abhi shuru hi hua tha.

Story Title:
“Roopantar Ki Pyasi Raatein”
(A Lusty Chronicle of Flesh, Lies & Forbidden Hunger)
Part 3
Raat ke teen baj rahe the jab Aarav ne apne flat ka darwaza band kiya. Kavita ka swaad ab bhi uske lund par chipka hua tha—uski gaand ka tight gherao, uske muh se nikalta hua “maa” ka shabd, aur uske doodhon ki narmi. Lekin aaj sirf yaad nahi thi. Aaj andar kuch hil raha tha.
Woh bathroom mein gaya. Sheeshe ke saamne khada hokar apne shareer ko dekha. Lund ab bhi adha sakht tha. Usne haath se usse dabaya, lekin is baar sirf maza nahi aaya. Ek ajeeb si khichav pet ke andar thi—jaise koi poorani awaaz dobara bol rahi ho.
“Jo tu chhelega, woh tujhe bhi chhelega.”
Usne aankhein band kar li. Mandir ki woh nakashi dobara saamne aa gayi. Is baar aur saaf. Aadmi aur aurat ka shareer ek dusre mein ghulta hua, aur unke beech se nikalta hua teesra roop—jo na poora mard tha, na poori naar. Uske chehre par ek muskaan thi jo dekhte hi rakt jama deti thi.
Aarav ne aankhein kholi.
Ab samajh aa raha tha.
Yeh shakti sirf badalne ka vardan nahi thi. Yeh ek sauda thi. Har baar jab woh kisi ko chodta, us shakti ka ek hissa uske andar aur gehra utar jaata. Har baar jab woh “maa” aur “beta” ka jhooth bolta, woh jhooth uske khoon mein mil jaata.
Usne faisla kiya—ab sirf maza nahi lena. Ab is shakti ko poori tarah se kholna hai.
Subah uthte hi usne Rina ko message kiya.
“Aaj raat aa. Akeli. Aur Kavita ko bhi le aana.”
Shaam ko dono aa gayi.
Rina ne pehle hi blouse ke do button khole hue the. Kavita ki aankhon mein ab bhi kal raat ka nasha tha. Aarav ne unhein living room mein khada kiya aur seedha kaha,
“Aaj main dono ko ek saath lunga. Aur agle hafte jab maa aayegi, tab bhi.”
Rina ki saans ruk gayi. “Aapki… maa?”
“Haan.” Aarav ne apna shirt utaar diya. “Woh bhi yahi shareer hai. Bas roop alag. Ab kapde utaaro.”
Dono ne ek dusre ki taraf dekha, phir dheere-dheere kapde girane lage.
Rina ki badi, naram gaand pehle nazar aayi. Kavita ke bade doodh, sakht nipples ke saath. Aarav ne unhein apne paas khincha. Ek haath se Rina ki choot mein ungli daali, doosre se Kavita ke doodh ko zor se dabaaya.
“Itni gili… dono.” Usne Rina ki ungliyon se geela pan nikaal kar Kavita ke muh mein daal diya. “Chakh. Apni saheli ka swaad.”
Kavita ne choosa. Rina ki siskari nikal padi.
Aarav ne unhein bed par litaya—Rina neeche, Kavita uske upar. Dono ki choot ek dusre se satti hui. Usne pehle Rina ki gaand mein lund dhakel diya. Zor ka dhakka. Rina cheekhi. Phir usne Kavita ki choot mein do ungliyaan daal kar unhein saath-saath chalaya.
“Dekho… maa ka beta tum dono ko ek saath chod raha hai.”
Har dhakke ke saath Rina ki gaand phailti gayi. Kavita ne jhuk kar Rina ke doodh choosne shuru kar diye. Aarav ne lund nikaal kar seedha Kavita ki choot mein pel diya. Gili, tight, aur itni garam ki uske pair kaamp uthe. Phir wapas Rina ki gaand mein. Phir Kavita. Phir dono ki choot ko ek saath chaat’te hue.
Rina jhadti rahi. Kavita ke muh se sirf gaaliyan nikal rahi thin—“Chod… faad… apni maa ki tarah…!”
Jab Aarav ne apna pani pehle Rina ki gaand mein, phir Kavita ke muh mein giraaya, toh dono kaamp rahe the. Safed, geela pani unke chehron aur doodhon par chipak gaya tha.
Baad mein, jab kamra sirf saanson se bhara tha, Aarav ne unhein kaha,
“Agle hafte Suman aayegi. Tab tum dono uske saath bhi soogi. Aur main dekhunga.”
Rina ne aankhein kholi. “Aap… dekhoge?”
“Haan.” Usne muskura kar jawaab diya. “Kyunki main aur woh… ek hi hain.”
Us raat jab dono chali gayi, Aarav bathroom mein gaya. Sheeshe mein uska chehra thoda sa badla hua laga. Aankhon ke peeche wohi andhera, lekin is baar aur gehra.
Usne haath se apne lund ko chhua. Ab bhi thoda sa geela tha—Kavita aur Rina ka mila-jula swaad.
Aur tab, pehli baar, usne awaaz suni.
Bilkul saaf. Mandir wali awaaz.
“Ab tu samajh gaya.
Jo tu unhein chodega, woh tujhe andar se khayega.
Ek din tu na mard rahega, na naar.
Sirf bhook.”
Aarav ne sheeshe mein apni aankhein dekhi.
Muskura diya.
“Toh khane de.”
Bahar colony ke park mein ek naya chehra baitha tha.
Ek aadmi.
Kaafi dinon se us building ko ghoor raha tha.
Uske haath mein ek purani tasveer thi—mandir ki usi nakashi ki.
Woh dheere se bola,
“Mil gaya… shakti wala.”

Subah ka ujala dheere-dheere Aarav ke bedroom ki khidki se andar aaya.
Kamre mein ab bhi kal raat ki geeli khushboo bachi hui thi—Rina ki gaand ka thoda sa gandh, Kavita ke muh ka meetha-sa swaad, aur uske apne jhadne ke baad bikhari hui wo garam nami. Aarav bed par litta hua tha. Chadar uske kamar tak hi thi. Lund neeche halka sa soya hua, lekin poori tarah se shant nahi. Jaise ab bhi yaad kar raha ho ki kal raat usne do chooton aur ek tight gaand ko kaise baari-baari se bhara tha.
Usne aankhein kholi. Ceiling ko dekhte hue uske dimaag mein kal ki awaazein ghoom rahi thin.
Rina ka woh daba hua “Ahhh… dheere… ahhh faad mat…”
Kavita ka geela, bhookha “Hmmph… aur andar… haan… chod…”
Aur uske khud ke dhakkon ki awaaz—thap-thap-thap—jab uska mota lund unki geeli cheezon ke andar baar-baar ghus raha tha.
Aarav ne haath neeche le jaakar apne lund ko halka sa dabaya. Ab bhi thoda sa geela tha. Usne ungli se us nami ko uthaya aur muh ke paas le jaakar soongha. Kavita aur Rina ka mila-jula swaad. Pet ke andar ek gehri, andheri si garmi fail gayi.
Woh uth kar bathroom gaya. Sheeshe ke saamne khada hokar apne shareer ko dheere-dheere dekha.
Chaude kandhe, tight pet, aur neeche latakta hua lund jo ab dheere-dheere phir se uthne laga tha. Usne haath se usse pakda, ek baar upar se neeche tak sahlaaya, lekin is baar jhadne ki koi jaldi nahi thi. Aaj usne faisla kiya tha—har cheez ko dheere se lenge. Har saans, har chhoo, har siskari ko poori tarah se mehsoos karega.
Shaam ko usne Rina ko phone kiya.
Awaaz mein jaan-bhoojh kar thakan rakhte hue kaha, “Aaj raat aa. Akeli. Kavita ko mat lana. Aaj sirf tu.”
Rina ki saans doosri taraf se thodi tez ho gayi. “Sirf… main?”
“Haan. Aaj main tujhe dheere se lena chahta hoon. Poori tarah se.”
Raat ke nau baje Rina aayi.
Usne halka sa pink colour ka maxi pehna tha. Neeche kuch nahi. Aarav ne darwaza kholte hi uski aankhon mein dekh kar samajh liya. Usne bina kuch kahe Rina ka haath pakda aur use seedha bedroom le gaya. Light dim thi. Sirf bedside lamp jal raha tha.
Aarav ne Rina ko bed ke kinare khada kiya.
Dheere-dheere uske maxi ke straps neeche kiye. Kapda uske shareer se phisal kar farsh par gir gaya. Ab Rina bilkul nangi thi.
Aarav ne ek kadam peeche hat kar use dekhna shuru kiya.
Uske bade, naram doodh—gol, thode se bhaari, nipples pehle se hi thode sakht. Kamar patli. Aur neeche… woh badi, gol, soft gaand jo kal raat uske lund ko itna tight suck kar rahi thi. Janghon ke beech thodi si nami pehle se chamak rahi thi.
Rina ne sharmaate hue kaha, “Itni der se dekh rahe ho…”
Aarav ne jawaab diya, “Kyunki aaj main har cheez dekhna chahta hoon. Jaldi nahi karni.”
Usne Rina ko bed par litaya. Khud uske upar aaya, lekin abhi lund nahi lagaya. Pehle sirf muh.
Dheere-dheere uske gale ko choosa. Phir kandhe. Phir doodh ke upar wale hisse ko. Jab usne nipple ko muh mein liya, toh Rina ki pehli siskari nikalii—
“Ahhh… hmm…”
Aarav ne us nipple ko jeebh se ghumaya, halka sa kaata, phir zor se choosa. Rina ka haath uske baalon mein chala gaya.
“Aarav… aahh… aur zor se chooso na…”
Usne doosra doodh bhi same tarah se liya. Ab Rina ke muh se lagataar awaazein aa rahi thin—
“Hmmph… ahhh… haan… wahan… ahhh fuck…”
Aarav ne dheere-dheere neeche kiya. Pet ko chooma. Phir naabh. Phir aur neeche. Jab uski jeebh Rina ki choot ke upar lagi, toh Rina ka poora shareer uchal pada.
“Aahhh…! Aarav… dheere… ahhh…”
Usne jeebh se pehle sirf upar-upar se sahlaaya. Clit ko halka sa dabaaya. Phir poori jeebh andar tak daal di. Rina ki choot pehle se geeli thi. Uske muh mein uska swaad fail gaya—thoda khatta, thoda meetha, bilkul garam.
Rina ab zor-zor se siskiyaan le rahi thi—
“Ahhh… haan… chaat… ahhh aur andar… hmmph… meri choot chaat… ahhh…”
Aarav ne do ungliyaan dheere se andar daali. Rina ki deewar kitni soft aur tight thi, yeh usne pehli baar itni shaanti se mehsoos kiya. Har baar jab ungliyaan andar jaati, Rina ka muh se awaaz nikalti—
“Ummph… ahhh… aur… ahhh haan wahan… mat nikaal… ahhh…”
Aarav ne un ungliyon ko andar hi ghumaya. Clit ko jeebh se dabochte hue. Rina ka shareer ab kaampne laga tha. Uske pair Aarav ke kandhon par tight ho gaye.
“Main… main jhadne wali hoon… ahhh Aarav… ruk mat… ahhhh…!”
Usne rukna nahi tha. Ungliyaan aur tez ki, jeebh aur zor se. Rina ek gehre, lambe moan ke saath jhad gayi—
“Aaaaaahhhhh… fuck… ahhh… ahhh… hmmph…”
Uske shareer se garam pani ki tarah ras nikal kar Aarav ke muh aur chin par lag gaya. Aarav ne sab chaat liya. Phir uth kar apna pant khola.
Lund ab poori tarah se sakht tha—mota, naseela, sir se paani tipak raha tha. Usne Rina ki taangon ko aur khola. Lund ko uski geeli choot par rakh kar dheere-dheere ragda.
Rina ne aankhein khol kar dekha. “Andar… daalo… ahhh please…”
Aarav ne pehla dhakka bohot dheere diya. Sirf sirhana andar gaya. Rina ki awaaz badal gayi—
“Ummph… ahhh… bada… ahhh dheere…”
Doosra dhakka. Adha lund.
“Ahhh… haan… aur… ahhh…”
Teesra. Poora.
Jab uska poora lund Rina ki choot ke andar gaya, dono ek saath saans rok kar reh gaye. Aarav ne kuch der bilkul hilaaya nahi. Sirf andar rah kar mehsoos kiya ki uski choot uske lund ko kitni tight suck kar rahi hai.
Phir usne hilna shuru kiya.
Dheere. Bohot dheere.
Har dhakka poora. Har baar nikaalte hue almost bahar tak, phir dheere se poora andar.
Rina ke muh se ab lagataar awaazein aa rahi thin—
“Ahhh… ahhh… haan… aise… ahhh chod… dheere… ahhh fuck… meri choot… ahhh…”
Aarav ne uske doodh pakad liye. Zor se dabaaye. Nipples ko ungliyon se roll kiya. Rina ki awaaz aur teez hoti gayi.
“Ahhh… ahhh… main phir se… ahhh jhadungi… ahhh Aarav… ahhhh…!”
Usne pace thoda badhaya. Ab dhakke thode tez the, lekin abhi bhi control mein. Rina ki choot se geeli awaazein aa rahi thin—squelch-squelch—har baar jab lund andar-bahar ho raha tha.
“Sun… teri choot ki awaaz… kitni gandi… ahhh…” Aarav ne kaha.
Rina sharm se muh band karne lagi, lekin Aarav ne uske muh se haath hata diya. “Nahi. Awaaz nikaal. Poori.”
Rina ne chhod diya.
“Ahhh… ahhh… chod… ahhh meri choot chod… ahhh haan… aise… ahhh faad… ahhh…!”
Jab woh doosri baar jhadi, toh uska shareer itna kaampa ki Aarav ko bhi rokna pada. Usne lund andar hi rakha aur Rina ke kaampne ka wait kiya. Phir dobara shuru kiya.
Is baar usne Rina ko ulta kiya. Gaand upar.
Lund ko uski geeli choot se nikaal kar gaand ke ched par rakha. Thook giraaya. Ungli se failaya. Phir dheere se dabaya.
Rina ki awaaz bilkul badal gayi—
“Ahhh… ahhh nahi… dheere… ahhh bada hai… ahhh… ummph…!”
Aarav ne bohot control se andar dhakela. Pehle sirf thoda. Phir thoda aur. Jab adha lund uski gaand mein gaya, Rina ne bedsheet pakad li.
“Ahhh… ahhh fuck… ahhh andar… ahhh…!”
Poora lund jab uski gaand ke andar gaya, toh Aarav ne ruk kar mehsoos kiya. Itni tight. Itni garam. Har dhakke ke saath Rina ki gaand uske lund ko aur zor se dabochti thi.
Ab usne dheere-dheere pelna shuru kiya.
Rina ke muh se sirf toot-ti hui awaazein aa rahi thin—
“Ahhh… ahhh… gaand… ahhh chod… ahhh dheere… ahhh… ummph… ahhh haan… aise… ahhh…!”
Aarav ne ek haath aage le jaakar uski choot mein ungliyaan daal di. Ab woh uski gaand aur choot dono ek saath le raha tha. Rina paagal hone lagi.
“Ahhh… ahhh… dono… ahhh… main… ahhh jhad… ahhhhh…!”
Woh teesri baar jhadi. Is baar itni zor se ki uski gaand ne Aarav ke lund ko itna tight kar diya ki use khud ko rokna pada. Usne kuch der aur pela, phir apna pani uski gaand ke gehre andar gira diya.
Garam. Geela. Bahut.
Dono kuch der aise hi pade rahe. Sirf bhaari saansein.
Aarav ne dheere se lund nikaala. Rina ki gaand se uska pani dheere-dheere bahar aa raha tha.
Usne Rina ko apni taraf khinch kar litaya. Uske baal sehlaaye.
Rina ne thaki hui awaaz mein kaha, “Itna… dheere… pehli baar kisi ne itna dheere choda…”
Aarav ne kuch nahi kaha. Sirf uske maathe par ek choom liya.
Raat ke barah bajne mein ab sirf aadha ghanta baaki tha.
Aarav ne mehsoos kiya. Shareer ke andar woh purani khichav shuru ho chuki thi. Haddi-haddi mein dard. Chamdi ka tanav.
Rina so rahi thi.
Aarav ne dheere se bed se utar kar bathroom ka darwaza band kiya. Sheeshe ke saamne khada ho gaya.
Dard badhne laga.
Usne daant pees liye.
Is baar badlaav pehle se zyada teez tha. Jaise shakti khud jaldi kar rahi ho.
Jab dard khatam hua, toh sheeshe mein Suman khadi thi.
Bhari hui chhatiyan. Gulabi, sakht nipples. Patli kamar. Aur janghon ke beech… woh geeli, soft choot jo ab uski apni thi.
Suman ne haath neeche le jaakar apni choot ko chhua.
Abhi bhi thodi geeli thi—Rina ke ras ki yaad.
Usne do ungliyaan andar daali aur dheere se chalaya.
Muh se pehli awaaz nikalii—
“Ahhh… hmm…”
Usne aankhein band kar li.
Ab sochne lagi… agle hafte jab main yeh shareer le kar rahungi, toh kaun mujhe chodega. Kaun meri is nayi choot ko bharega. Kaun meri gaand mein lund daalega.
Aur tab, bahar se ek halki si dastak hui.
Darwaze par.
Suman ne aankhein kholi.
Heart zor se dhadakne laga.

Darwaze par dastak phir se hui.
Is baar thodi tez.
Suman ne bathroom ke andher e mein khadi hokar saans rok li. Abhi-abhi uska shareer badla tha. Chamdi ab bhi thodi si jalan mehsoos kar rahi thi, jaise koi naya kapda pehna ho jo abhi body se chipka nahi. Usne haath se apni nayi chhatiyon ko dabaya—bhaari, naram, aur itni sensitive ki halka sa dabaav bhi uske pet ke neeche garmi bhej raha tha. Neeche uski choot ab bhi thodi geeli thi, kal raat ki yaadon se.
Usne dheere se bathroom ka darwaza khola. Bedroom mein Rina ab bhi soyi hui thi, muh ke bal, chadar sirf uski gaand tak. Uske baal chehre par bikhre hue the. Suman ne ek pal ke liye use dekha. Kal raat Aarav ban kar usne is aurat ko jitni dheere se choda tha, uski yaad ab uske naye shareer mein ajeeb si tarah se gunguna rahi thi. Jaise shareer khud yaad rakh raha ho.
Dastak teesri baar hui.
Suman ne apne aap ko sambhala. Usne Rina ki maxi uthayi aur jaldi se pehan li. Mirror mein ek nazar daali—chehra thoda thaka hua, lekin aankhein teez. Yeh Suman ka roop tha. Colony mein yahi roop “Aarav ki maa” ke naam se jaana jaata tha. Usne dheere se bedroom ka darwaza band kiya aur living room ki taraf badhi.
Darwaza kholte hi uske saamne ek aadmi khada tha.
Kaafi dinon se building ke bahar ghoomne wala wahi aadmi. Umra shayad pentalis ke aas-paas. Chehre par halki si dadhi, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si shaanti jo darane wali thi. Uske haath mein ek purani, folded paper thi.
Usne Suman ko upar se neeche tak dekha. Phir bola, awaaz mein koi jaldbazi nahi thi,
“Tum ho. Shakti wali.”
Suman ka haath darwaze ke handle par sakht ho gaya.
“Aap kaun hain?”
Aadmi ne dheere se muskura kar kaha, “Naam se kya hoga. Main us mandir ka dekhne wala hoon. Jahaan se yeh shakti uthati hai. Paanch saal pehle ek ladka wahaan gaya tha. Baarish mein bheegta hua. Usne nakashi chhui thi.”
Suman ki saans thodi tez ho gayi. Usne darwaza poora nahi khola, lekin band bhi nahi kiya.
“Aapko kya chahiye?”
“Sirf baat karni hai.” Aadmi ne paper aage badhaya. “Yeh dekh lo. Phir faisla karna.”
Suman ne paper liya. Khola.
Andar usi mandir ki nakashi ki ek purani tasveer thi. Lekin is baar tasveer ke neeche kuch likha tha—purani lipi mein. Aadmi ne khud padh kar sunaaya:
“Jo shareer badlega, uska dil bhi badlega.
Jo jhooth bolega, woh jhooth uska khoon ban jayega.
Ek din aisa aayega jab woh na mard rahega, na naar.
Sirf bhook. Aur bhook kabhi nahi bharegi.”
Suman ne paper wapas kar diya. Uske haath thode kaamp rahe the, lekin usne awaaz mein koi darr nahi aane diya.
“Main isse pehle bhi jaanti hoon.”
Aadmi ne sir hilaaya. “Jaanti ho, lekin samajhti nahi. Har baar jab tum kisi ko chhooti ho, is roop mein ya us roop mein, shakti tumhare andar aur gehra utarti hai. Kal raat tumne do auraton ko liya. Unka ras tumhare khoon mein mil gaya. Ab tumhari bhook unse bhi tez ho jayegi.”
Suman ne chup reh kar use dekha.
Andar uske naye shareer mein ek ajeeb si bechaini fail rahi thi. Jaise koi bhook jag rahi ho jo abhi-abhi paida hui ho. Usne apne aap se poocha—kya yeh aadmi sach bol raha hai? Kya har chudai ke baad woh thoda aur kho rahi hai?
Aadmi ne aage kaha, “Main tumhein rokne nahi aaya. Main sirf yeh batane aaya hoon ki is colony mein tum akeli nahi ho. Yahaan pehle bhi ek tha. Bahut pehle. Woh bhi maa-beta ka khel khelta tha. Ant mein uska kya hua, woh main baad mein bataunga. Abhi itna samajh lo—tumhari bhook badhegi. Aur jab bhook poori tarah se jag jayegi, toh tum khud decide nahi kar paogi ki kis roop mein rehna hai.”
Itna keh kar woh peeche hat gaya.
“Main phir aaunga. Jab tum taiyaar hoge.”
Darwaza band hote hi Suman ne peeth deewar se sata li. Saans tez thi. Usne apne haath ko dekha—ab yeh haath naram the, ungliyaan patli. Kal tak yahi haath Rina ki gaand ko pakad kar uske lund ko andar dhakel rahe the. Aaj yahi haath kaamp rahe the.
Woh bedroom mein wapas gayi.
Rina ab bhi soyi hui thi. Suman ne uske paas baith kar uske baal sehlaaye. Itni naram. Itni asl. Kal raat Aarav ban kar usne is aurat ke shareer ko jitna jaana tha, aaj Suman ban kar woh usse ek alag tarah se dekh rahi thi. Ek ajeeb si mamta aur ek gehli hui bhook dono ek saath.
Rina ne aankhein kholi.
Pehle toh use samajh nahi aaya. Phir usne Suman ko pehchana.
“Aap… Aarav ki maa?”
Suman ne dheere se muskura kar kaha, “Haan. Beta so raha hai doosre kamre mein. Main aa gayi thi.”
Rina ne jaldi se chadar khinchi. Sharm se uska chehra laal ho gaya.
“Main… main yahaan…”
“Main jaanti hoon.” Suman ne uska haath pakad liya. “Beta ne mujhe sab bata diya. Tum dono ki baat. Kavita ki bhi.”
Rina ki aankhein phail gayi. Woh kuch kehna chahti thi, lekin shabd nahi nikal rahe the.
Suman ne uske haath ko apne cheek se lagaya.
“Darne ki zaroorat nahi. Main kisi ko nahi bataungi. Lekin…” Usne Rina ki aankhon mein dekh kar kaha, “Main bhi dekhna chahti hoon. Jo beta dekh chuka hai.”
Rina ka shareer sakht ho gaya.
“Aap…?”
Suman ne uske muh ke bohot kareeb aa kar kaha, awaaz bilkul dheemi,
“Haan. Main bhi. Agar tum chaho.”
Rina ne kuch der kuch nahi kaha. Phir usne dheere se sir hilaaya.
Ek chhoti si, kaamp’ti hui ijazat.
Suman ne uske honthon ko chhua.
Pehla choom bohot halka tha. Sirf mehsoos karne ke liye. Doosra thoda gehra. Rina ke muh se ek dabi hui siskari nikalii—
“Hmm…”
Suman ne uske maxi ko dheere se upar kiya. Ab Rina ke bade doodh uske haath mein the. Kal raat Aarav ne inhein zor se dabaya tha, kaata tha. Aaj Suman ne inhein bilkul alag tarah se liya—naram, sehlate hue, nipples ko ungliyon se ghumate hue. Rina ki saans tez hone lagi.
“Aahh… aap… aahh…”
Suman ne uske nipple ko muh mein liya. Jeebh se ghumaya. Halka sa choosa. Rina ka haath Suman ke baalon mein chala gaya.
“Ahhh… hmm… aise… ahhh…”
Suman ne doosra doodh bhi same tarah se liya. Ab uske andar ki bhook thodi aur jag rahi thi. Usne Rina ki taangon ko khola. Ungliyon se uski choot ko chhua—kal raat ki tarah hi geeli. Lekin aaj yeh geelapan Suman ke liye alag tha. Jaise woh khud ko chhoo rahi ho.
Usne ek ungli dheere se andar daali.
Rina ki awaaz nikalii—
“Ummph… ahhh… aapki ungli… ahhh…”
Suman ne doosri ungli bhi daal di. Dheere-dheere chalaya. Rina ki choot uski ungliyon ko suck kar rahi thi. Suman ne jhuk kar uski clit ko jeebh se chhua.
Rina ab zor se siskiyaan le rahi thi—
“Ahhh… ahhh… chaat… ahhh haan… ahhh aap… ahhh…!”
Suman ne use chaat’te hue socha—kal main is choot mein lund daal kar chod raha tha. Aaj main isse chaat rahi hoon. Ek hi shareer. Do alag bhookein.
Rina jhadne ke kareeb thi. Suman ne ungliyaan tez ki, jeebh zor se dabayi.
Rina ki awaaz toot gayi—
“Aaaaaahhhhh… ahhh… ahhh fuck… ahhh…!”
Uske shareer se ras nikal kar Suman ke muh par lag gaya. Suman ne sab chaat liya. Phir uth kar Rina ke upar aa gayi. Unke doodh ek dusre se satt gaye. Suman ne apni geeli choot ko Rina ki choot se ragda.
Dono ki clit ek dusre se takra rahi thi.
Rina ne haath neeche le jaakar Suman ki choot mein ungli daal di.
“Aap bhi… ahhh… geeli ho… ahhh…”
Suman ki pehli badi siskari nikalii—
“Ahhh… haan… aise… ahhh andar… ahhh…!”
Woh dono ek dusre ki choot mein ungliyaan daale, ek dusre ke doodh chooste, ek dusre ki awaazon mein doobte hue jhadne lagi. Kamra unki siskariyon se bhar gaya—
“Ahhh… hmmph… ahhh haan… ahhh… ahhh…!”
Jab dono thak kar litte, toh Suman ne Rina ke maathe par ek choom liya.
Rina ne thaki hui awaaz mein poocha, “Aap… sach mein Aarav ki maa ho?”
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Andar uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa dard utha. Jhooth ab itna gehra ho gaya tha ki kabhi-kabhi woh khud bhi bhool jaati thi.
Usne dheere se kaha, “Haan. Main uski maa hoon.”
Rina ne uska haath pakad liya.
“Phir… aap dono… ek jaise kyoon lagte ho? Aankhein… bilkul same.”
Suman kuch nahi boli.
Usne sirf Rina ko apne se chipka liya.
Bahar, building ke neeche, woh aadmi ab bhi khada tha.
Usne apne phone mein kuch type kiya aur bhej diya.
Message tha:
“Shakti jag gayi hai. Ab bhook bhi jagayegi. Dekhte hain kitni der sambhaal paati hai.

Subah ka ujala ab poori tarah se kamre mein fail chuka tha.
Suman ab bhi Rina ke shareer se chipki hui thi. Unke doodh ek dusre se satte hue the, janghen thodi si khuli hui, aur dono ki choot ke beech ki nami ab thodi si sookh rahi thi. Rina ki saans ab bhi thodi tez thi. Uske baal Suman ke seene par bikhre hue the.
Suman ne aankhein kholi.
Ceiling ko dekhte hue uske dimaag mein kal raat wale aadmi ki awaaz ghoom rahi thi —
“Jo jhooth bolega, woh jhooth uska khoon ban jayega.”
Usne dheere se Rina ke baal sehlaaye. Ungliyan ab naram thin, kal ke Aarav wale haath se bilkul alag. Aaj yahi ungliyan Rina ki choot ke andar thin. Aaj yahi ungliyan uske apne shareer ki bhook ko jagaa rahi thin.
Rina ne aankhein khol kar Suman ko dekha.
Uske chehre par ab sharm nahi thi. Ek ajeeb si shaanti thi, jaise raat bhar jo hua usne uske andar kuch badal diya ho.
“Aapki aankhein…” Rina ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “Bilkul Aarav jaisi hain.”
Suman ne kuch nahi kaha. Usne sirf Rina ke honthon par ek halka sa choom liya.
Rina ne uska haath pakad kar apne doodh par rakh diya.
“Phir se chhoo lo.”
Suman ne uske nipple ko ungliyon se ghumaya. Rina ki saans phir se tez ho gayi.
“Ahhh… aise… hmm…”
Lekin is baar Suman ne aage nahi badha. Usne haath hata liya.
“Ab nahi. Beta ab uthega. Tumhe jaana hoga.”
Rina ne thodi der chup reh kar kaha, “Main… main aapse darti nahi. Aarav se bhi nahi. Aap dono… ek jaise lagte ho.”
Suman ke dil mein ek teez dard sa utha.
Jhooth ab itna gehra ho gaya tha ki Rina ki yeh baat uske liye chaku ki tarah thi. Usne muskura kar Rina ke maathe par choom liya aur kaha, “Jaao. Kavita ko mat batana. Abhi nahi.”
Rina ne kapde pehne. Darwaze par jaate hue usne ek baar phir mud kar dekha.
“Main phir aaungi. Aapke liye bhi. Aur… unke liye bhi.”
Darwaza band hote hi Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske shareer mein ab ek gehli hui bechaini fail rahi thi. Kal raat Rina ke saath jo hua tha, usne uski bhook ko aur jagaa diya tha. Lekin ab woh bhook sirf jismani nahi thi. Uske saath ek ajeeb sa darr bhi tha — kya sach mein har baar jab woh kisi ko chhooti hai, toh woh thoda aur kho rahi hai?
Woh uth kar bathroom gayi.
Sheeshe ke saamne khadi hokar apne naye shareer ko dheere-dheere dekha.
Bhari hui chhatiyan, gulabi nipples jo ab bhi thode sakht the, patli kamar, aur neeche uski choot — kal raat ki nami se thodi si suji hui. Usne haath se usse chhua.
“Ahhh…”
Halka sa moan uske muh se nikal gaya.
Usne do ungliyaan andar daali. Dheere-dheere chalaya.
Apni hi choot ki narmi, apni hi geelapan… yeh ehsaas Aarav hone se bilkul alag tha. Jab woh mard hota tha, toh woh leta tha. Ab woh de rahi thi — khud ko.
Tabhi living room se awaaz aayi.
“Maa?”
Suman ka haath ruk gaya.
Yeh awaaz uski apni thi — Aarav ki awaaz. Lekin ab woh Suman thi. Usne jaldi se haath dhoye, maxi theek ki, aur bahar aayi.
Living room mein koi nahi tha.
Awaaz uske dimaag mein thi.
Woh sofe par baith gayi. Haath kaamp rahe the.
Pehli baar usne mehsoos kiya ki shakti ab sirf shareer nahi badal rahi. Woh uske dimaag mein bhi ghus rahi hai. Maa aur beta ka jhooth ab uske andar itna gehra utar chuka tha ki kabhi-kabhi woh khud bhi confuse ho jaati thi — kaun asli hai?
Shaam ko Kavita aayi.
Usne seedha poocha, “Rina ne kaha aap yahaan ho. Main… baat karna chahti hoon.”
Suman ne use andar bulaya.
Kavita ne darwaza band kiya aur seedha kaha, “Kal raat Aarav ne mujhe aur Rina ko… ek saath liya. Aapko pata hai?”
Suman ne sir hilaaya.
“Haan.”
Kavita ki aankhein laal ho gayi. Gussa tha, lekin uske neeche kuch aur bhi tha — sharm, bhook, aur ek ajeeb si curiosity.
“Aap… gussa nahi kar rahi?”
Suman ne dheere se kaha, “Main gussa nahi karti. Main samajhti hoon.”
Kavita ne kuch der chup reh kar kaha, “Aapki aankhein… Aarav jaisi hain. Bilkul.”
Suman ne uske kareeb jaakar uska haath pakad liya.
“Tum dono ko pasand karti ho. Beta bhi. Main bhi.”
Kavita ki saans ruk si gayi.
Suman ne uske muh ke bohot kareeb aa kar kaha,
“Aaj raat tum yahi rukogi. Main tumhein dikhana chahti hoon ki maa bhi beta jaisi bhook rakhti hai.”
Kavita ne inkaar nahi kiya.
Usne sirf sir hilaaya.
Raat ke gyarah baje dono bedroom mein the.
Suman ne Kavita ke kapde dheere-dheere utaare. Uske bade doodh haath mein liye, nipples ko muh mein le kar choosa.
Kavita ki pehli siskari nikalii —
“Ahhh… aap… ahhh chooso… hmm…”
Suman ne usse litaya. Janghen kholi.
Apni jeebh se uski choot ko pehle upar-upar se sahlaaya, phir poori tarah se chaatne lagi.
Kavita ke muh se awaazein toot-ti hui nikalne lagi —
“Ahhh… ahhh haan… chaat… ahhh aapki jeebh… ahhh andar… ummph…!”
Suman ne do ungliyaan daal di. Kavita ki choot kal raat ki tarah hi tight aur garam thi. Lekin aaj Suman ke liye yeh ehsaas alag tha. Woh khud bhi geeli ho rahi thi. Usne ek haath neeche le jaakar apni choot mein ungli daal li.
Ab woh Kavita ko chaat rahi thi aur khud ko bhi.
Dono ki siskariyan kamre mein mil rahi thin —
“Ahhh… ahhh… haan… ahhh… ahhh fuck… ahhh…!”
Tabhi darwaze par dastak hui.
Tez.
Suman ne aankhein kholi.
Kavita bhi ruk gayi.
Darwaze ke peeche se ek awaaz aayi — bhaari, jaani-pehchani.
“Suman? Main hoon. Kholo.”
Yeh woh aadmi tha.
Mandir wala.
Suman ne Kavita ko ishara kiya ki chup rahe. Usne maxi pehni aur darwaza khola.
Aadmi ne andar jhaank kar Kavita ko dekh liya. Phir Suman ki aankhon mein dekh kar bola,
“Bhook jag gayi hai. Ab tum akeli nahi sambhaal paogi. Aaj raat main yahi rukunga. Tumhein dikhana hai ki is shakti ka asli mol kya hai.”
Suman ne darwaza poora khol diya.
Uske andar ki bhook aur darr dono ek saath chilaa rahe the.
Aadmi andar aaya. Darwaza band kiya.
Usne apna shirt utaara. Chhati par purani nakashi jaisi ek scar thi.
Usne Suman ki taraf dekh kar kaha,
“Aaj tum chudogi. Poori tarah se. Taaki samajh sako ki jo tum le rahi ho, woh tumse kya le raha hai.”
Suman ne peeche hat kar Kavita ka haath pakad liya.
Uske dil ki dhadkan itni tez thi ki use khud sunayi de rahi thi.
Aadmi ne dheere se kaha,
“Kapde utaaro. Dono.”

Kamre mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi fail gayi thi.
Sirf teen logon ki saansein chal rahi thin — Suman ki tez, Kavita ki kaamp’ti hui, aur us aadmi ki dheemi, control mein.
Aadmi ne apna belt khola. Pant neeche gira.
Uske lund pehle se hi adha sakht tha — mota, naseela, kaale baalon se ghira hua. Usne use haath se ek baar upar se neeche tak sahlaaya, phir Suman ki taraf dekha.
“Pehle tum.”
Suman ne peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin deewar uske peeche thi. Kavita uske bagal mein khadi thi, aankhein badi-badi, muh thoda sa khula hua. Suman ne uska haath zor se pakad liya.
Aadmi ne aage badh kar Suman ki maxi ke straps pakde aur ek jhatke mein neeche khinch diye. Kapda farsh par gir gaya.
Ab Suman bilkul nangi thi.
Uske bade, bhaari doodh, gulabi nipples jo pehle se hi sakht the, patli kamar, aur neeche uski choot — thodi si geeli, thodi si kaamp’ti hui. Aadmi ne use upar se neeche tak dekha. Uski nazar Suman ki choot par atak gayi.
“Yeh wahi shareer hai jo kal raat do auraton ko chod raha tha,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Aaj yeh khud chudega.”
Usne Suman ko pakad kar bed ki taraf dhakel diya. Suman bed par giri. Uske doodh uchal kar do taraf fail gaye. Aadmi ne uski taangon ko zor se khola. Beech mein jhuk kar uski choot ko soongha.
“Geeli hai. Bhook lagi hui hai.”
Usne jeebh se ek lamba stroke maara — neeche se upar tak.
Suman ke muh se pehli awaaz nikalii —
“Ahhh…!”
Aadmi ne uski clit ko muh mein le kar choosa. Zor se.
Suman ka shareer uchal pada.
“Ummph… ahhh… dheere… ahhh…!”
Kavita bed ke kinare khadi thi. Uske haath kaamp rahe the. Aadmi ne use bhi ishara kiya.
“Tum bhi nangi ho jao. Aur iske doodh chooso.”
Kavita ne kaamp’te haathon se apne kapde utaare. Uske bade doodh bahar aaye. Woh bed par chadh kar Suman ke upar jhuk gayi aur uske nipple ko muh mein le liya.
Ab Suman ke upar do log the.
Neeche aadmi uski choot chaat raha tha — jeebh andar tak daal kar, clit ko daboch-daboch kar. Upar Kavita uske doodh choos rahi thi.
Suman ke muh se awaazein toot-ti hui nikalne lagi —
“Ahhh… ahhh… haan… ahhh chaat… ahhh chooso… ummph… ahhh…!”
Aadmi ne do ungliyaan uski choot mein dhakel di.
Suman ki peeth kamr se utth gayi.
“Aaaaaahhhh…!”
Ungliyaan andar ghumne lagi. Tez. Geeli awaazein nikalne lagi — squelch-squelch.
Aadmi ne ungliyaan nikaal kar apne lund par laga li. Phir lund ko Suman ki choot ke muhane par rakha.
“Ab le.”
Usne ek zor ka dhakka maara.
Poora lund ek hi baar mein andar chala gaya.
Suman ki cheekh nikal gayi —
“Aaaaaahhhhh…! Bada… ahhh faad… ahhh…!”
Aadmi ne rukna nahi tha. Usne pehle dheere-dheere pela — har dhakka poora, har baar lund almost bahar nikaal kar phir poora andar.
Suman ki choot uske lund ko tight suck kar rahi thi. Har dhakke ke saath uske bade doodh uchal rahe the, jinhe Kavita choos rahi thi.
“Ahhh… ahhh… chod… ahhh dheere… ahhh… ummph… ahhh haan… aise… ahhh…!”
Aadmi ne pace badha diya.
Ab dhakke tez the. Bed ki khat-khat ki awaaz kamre mein gunj rahi thi. Suman ki gaand har dhakke ke saath bed se takra rahi thi.
Kavita ne Suman ke muh se apna doodh hata kar uske honthon ko choom liya.
Suman ne uski jeebh choos li.
Dono ke muh se geeli awaazein aa rahi thin —
“Hmmph… ahhh… ahhh…”
Aadmi ne Suman ki taangon ko uske kandhon par rakh diya. Ab lund aur gehra ja raha tha.
Suman ki aankhein pichhakne lagi.
“Ahhh… ahhh… main… ahhh jhad… ahhhhh…!”
Woh ek lambe, toot’te hue moan ke saath jhad gayi.
Uski choot ne aadmi ke lund ko itna tight kar diya ki usne bhi daant pees liye. Lekin woh ruka nahi.
Usne lund nikaala aur Suman ko ulta kar diya. Gaand upar.
Thook giraaya. Ungli se failaya. Phir lund ko uski gaand ke ched par rakha.
“Ab yahaan.”
Suman ne bedsheet pakad li.
“Ahhh… nahi… dheere… ahhh…!”
Aadmi ne dheere se dabaya.
Sirhana andar gaya.
Suman ki awaaz badal gayi —
“Ummph… ahhh… bada… ahhh…!”
Adha.
“Ahhh… ahhh fuck… ahhh…!”
Poora.
Jab uska poora lund Suman ki gaand ke andar gaya, toh Suman ne muh mein chadar daboch li.
Aadmi ne pehle bohot dheere pela. Har dhakka control mein.
Suman ke muh se ab sirf toot-ti hui awaazein aa rahi thin —
“Ahhh… ahhh… gaand… ahhh chod… ahhh dheere… ahhh… ummph… ahhh…!”
Kavita ne Suman ke neeche haath daal kar uski choot mein ungliyaan ghusaa di.
Ab Suman ki gaand aur choot dono bhari hui thin.
Woh doosri baar jhadne lagi.
“Aaaaaahhhhh… ahhh… ahhh…!”
Aadmi ne uski gaand ke andar hi apna pani gira diya.
Garam. Bahut.
Suman ne mehsoos kiya ki uska pani uski gaand ke gehre andar fail raha hai.
Kuch der tak sirf bhaari saansein chal rahi thin.
Aadmi ne dheere se lund nikaala. Suman ki gaand se uska pani dheere-dheere bahar aa raha tha, uski janghon par beh raha tha.
Usne Suman ke baal sehlaaye.
Awaaz mein pehli baar thodi si narmi thi.
“Ab samajh aa rahi hogi. Jo tum le rahi ho, woh tumse yeh le raha hai — control.”
Suman bed par litti hui thi.
Uske shareer mein dard tha, lekin uske saath ek ajeeb si shaanti bhi thi.
Jaise koi bhook thodi der ke liye shant ho gayi ho.
Kavita ne uske paas litte hue uska haath pakad liya.
Suman ne uska haath wapas pakad liya.
Aadmi ne apne kapde pehne. Darwaze par jaate hue bola,
“Main phir aaunga. Jab tumhara beta wapas aayega. Tab dekhna ki woh kya karta hai jab use pata chale ki uski ‘maa’ raat bhar chudi hai.”
Darwaza band hote hi Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske dimaag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi —
Kal jab main Aarav banunga…
Toh main kya karunga?

[Fuckuguy]

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Raat ke barah bajne mein ab sirf kuch hi minute bache the.
Suman bed par litti hui thi. Kavita uske bagal mein, ek haath uske pet par rakhe hue. Kamre mein ab bhi us aadmi ke shareer ki khushboo bachi hui thi — pasina, thook, aur uske pani ka geela gandh jo Suman ki gaand aur janghon par sookh raha tha.
Suman ne aankhein kholi.
Ceiling ki taraf dekhte hue uske dimaag mein ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha —
Jab main Aarav banunga, toh main kya karunga?
Kya main Kavita se poochunga ki usne kya dekha?
Kya main us aadmi ko dhoondunga?
Ya phir… main bhi wahi karunga jo usne meri is body ke saath kiya?
Dard shuru hua.
Pehle halka, phir haddi-haddi mein. Chamdi tanav mehsoos karne lagi. Suman ne daant pees liye. Kavita ne uska haath zor se pakad liya.
“Kya ho raha hai aapko?” Kavita ki awaaz mein darr tha.
Suman kuch nahi bol paayi.
Uske shareer ne jawab de diya.
Doodh dheere-dheere sankuchne lage, kamar seedhi hone lagi, aur janghon ke beech woh narmi ghatne lagi. Ek gehra, andhera sa khinchav pet ke neeche se uth kar gale tak aa gaya.
Jab dard khatam hua, toh bed par Aarav litta hua tha.
Nanga. Lund abhi bhi thoda sa geela — Suman ki gaand ka bacha hua pani uske khud ke lund par chipka hua.
Kavita ne aankhein phailayi.
Woh bed se utar kar peeche hat gayi.
“Aarav…? Aap… aap kahaan se…?”
Aarav ne dheere se uth kar apne shareer ko dekha.
Haath, seena, pet, aur neeche latakta hua lund. Sab wapas aa chuka tha. Lekin andar kuch alag tha. Ek ajeeb si khali jagah. Jaise kuch chheen liya gaya ho.
Usne Kavita ki taraf dekha.
“Woh aadmi… kahan gaya?”
Kavita ne sir hilaaya. “Chala gaya. Usne… aapse… aapki maa se…”
Aarav ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske dimaag mein Suman ke shareer ki yaadein tarotari aa rahi thin — lund ka dhakka, gaand ka phailna, Kavita ke muh ka choosna. Yeh yaadein ab uske mard shareer mein bhi zinda thin. Jaise do log ek hi dimaag mein rehte hon.
Usne dheere se kaha, “Main jaanta hoon. Sab.”
Kavita ki aankhein bhar aayi.
“Aap… gussa to nahi?”
Aarav ne uske paas jaakar uska chehra apne haathon mein liya.
“Gussa nahi. Lekin ab main samajh gaya hoon. Yeh shakti sirf maza nahi deti. Yeh le bhi leti hai.”
Usne Kavita ko apne se chipka liya.
Uske bade doodh uske seene se sat gaye. Aarav ka lund unke beech mein thoda sa uthne laga, lekin usne kuch nahi kiya. Sirf pakde raha.
Kuch der baad Kavita ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “Woh aadmi phir aayega. Usne kaha tha.”
Aarav ne uske baal sehlaaye.
“Aane do. Ab main taiyaar hoon.”
Subah hone mein abhi der thi.
Aarav ne Kavita ko bed par litaya. Uske kapde nahi utaare. Sirf uske paas litte hue uska haath pakde raha.
Pehli baar usne bina kuch kiye kisi ke shareer ke itne kareeb itni der tak time bitaya.
Kavita ne uske seene par sir rakh kar kaha, “Aapki maa… raat bhar bohot dard mein thi. Lekin usne rokha nahi. Jaise… jaise woh chahti thi.”
Aarav ki aankhein khuli rahi.
Usne ceiling ko dekhte hue socha —
Suman ne rokha kyoon nahi?
Kyoonki bhook itni tez thi?
Ya kyoonki uske andar ka koi hissa chahta tha ki koi use is tarah se tod de?
Subah jab roshni aayi, toh Kavita so rahi thi.
Aarav uth kar bathroom gaya. Sheeshe ke saamne khada hokar apne aap ko dekha.
Chehra wahi tha. Lekin aankhon ke peeche woh andhera thoda aur gehra ho gaya tha.
Usne haath se apne lund ko chhua.
Ab bhi thoda sa geela.
Usne soongha.
Suman ki gaand ka swaad.
Pet ke andar ek naya tohfan utha.
Is baar woh sirf chodna nahi chahta tha.
Woh jaanna chahta tha ki us aadmi ne uski “maa” ke shareer ke saath kya-kya kiya. Har dhakka, har awaaz, har boond.
Usne phone uthaya aur Rina ko message kiya.
“Aaj shaam aa. Kavita ke saath. Dono. Aur haan… aaj main sab jaanna chahta hoon jo raat ko hua.”
Message bhejte hi usne phone rakh diya.
Bahar se building ke neeche ek awaaz aayi — kisi ke jooton ki.
Aarav ne khidki se jhaanka.
Woh aadmi wapas khada tha.
Is baar uske haath mein koi paper nahi tha.
Sirf ek chhota sa kala pouch.
Usne upar dekh kar Aarav ki nazar se nazar milayi.
Phir dheere se muskura diya.
Jaise keh raha ho —
Ab tera number hai.
.

[Fuckuguy]

Dopahar ka samay tha.
Aarav kitchen mein khada hokar paani pi raha tha. Glass uske haath mein thodi der ruk gayi. Uske dimaag mein raat wale scenes bar-bar aa rahe the — Suman ki gaand mein lund ka dhakka, uski cheekhein, Kavita ke muh ka choosna, aur us aadmi ka woh antim jumla: “Ab tera number hai.”
Kavita ab bhi bedroom mein soyi hui thi. Uske baal bedsheet par bikhre hue the. Aarav ne use dekha toh ek ajeeb si feeling uthi. Kal tak woh uski “maa” ke shareer ko dekh rahi thi, aaj woh uske mard shareer ke saamne thi. Yeh dono ehsaas ek saath rehna mushkil ho raha tha.
Shaam ke paanch baje Rina aayi.
Uske saath Kavita bhi uth chuki thi. Dono living room mein baith gayi. Aarav unke saamne khada raha, haath seene par fold kiye hue.
Rina ne pehle bolna shuru kiya.
“Kal raat… jo hua, woh main jaanti hoon. Kavita ne mujhe bata diya. Aapki maa ke saath woh aadmi…”
Aarav ne beech mein kaha, “Main sab jaanta hoon. Ab mujhe details chahiye. Har cheez.”
Kavita ne neeche dekhte hue kaha, “Usne pehle… aapki maa ki… choot chaati. Phir andar daala. Bohot zor se. Phir… peeche se bhi. Main… main bhi wahan thi. Usne mujhe bhi… unke doodh choosne ko kaha.”
Aarav ki mukh-mudra nahi badli.
Lekin uske lund ne kapdon ke andar thoda sa reaction diya. Yeh reaction usse khud pasand nahi aaya. Usne socha — kya main isse uttejit ho raha hoon? Ki meri “maa” ko kisi ne choda?
Rina ne aage kaha, “Aapki maa ne rokha nahi. Ek baar bhi nahi. Jaise… jaise woh chahti thi ki koi use is tarah se le.”
Aarav ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske andar do awaazein lad rahi thin. Ek kehti thi — yeh shakti tujhe kha rahi hai. Doosri kehti thi — aur gehra jaa, aur dekh, aur le.
Usne aankhein khol kar dono ko dekha.
“Aaj raat tum dono yahi rukogi. Lekin aaj main tumhein nahi chodunga. Aaj main sununga. Aur sochunga.”
Rina thodi hairaan hui.
“Aap… nahi?”
“Nahi.” Aarav ne saaf kaha. “Kyunki ab mujhe samajh aa raha hai ki har baar jab main kisi ko chhoota hoon, toh main thoda aur kho jaata hoon. Kal raat meri maa ne jo diya, uska asar ab bhi mere andar hai. Main usse mehsoos kar sakta hoon.”
Kavita ne dheere se poocha, “Aap… sach mein unki maa ho? Ya… kuch aur?”
Kamre mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi chha gayi.
Aarav ne unki aankhon mein dekha. Jhooth ab itna bhaari ho gaya tha ki uska wazan uske kandhon par mehsoos ho raha tha. Usne jawab dene ki jagah sirf itna kaha,
“Jo main hoon, woh ab itna seedha nahi raha.”
Tabhi bahar se dastak hui.
Teen baar. Dheemi, lekin saaf.
Aarav ne darwaza khola.
Woh aadmi khada tha. Is baar uske haath mein kala pouch tha. Usne pouch aage badhaya.
“Andar aa. Baat karni hai.”
Aarav ne use andar aane diya. Rina aur Kavita sofe par sakht ho gayi. Aadmi ne unki taraf ek nazar daali, phir Aarav ki taraf.
“Kal raat tumhari maa ne jo diya, woh usne khud chaha. Mainne jabarjasti nahi ki. Usne apni taangein khud kholi thin.”
Aarav ki mukh-mudra mein pehli baar gussa dikha.
“Tumhe kya chahiye?”
Aadmi ne pouch khola.
Andar se ek chhota sa kaala pathar nikala — purana, thoda chamakdar, jaise mandir ki nakashi ka hissa ho. Usne pathar Aarav ke haath mein rakh diya.
“Yeh rakh. Jab bhook itni tez ho jaye ki tum control na kar sako, toh isse chhoona. Yeh thodi der ke liye shant karega. Lekin har baar iska asar kam hota jayega.”
Aarav ne pathar ko dekha.
Haath mein rakhte hi ek thandi si lehar uske shareer mein daud gayi. Bhook thodi si peeche hati.
Aadmi ne aage kaha, “Main tumhara dushman nahi hoon. Main usse pehle wale ko dekh chuka hoon jo is shakti ko nahi sambhaal paya. Woh ant mein na mard raha, na naar. Sirf ek bhookha saaya. Main nahi chahta ki tum bhi wahi bano.”
Aarav ne pathar ko mutthi mein band kiya.
“Phir tum madad kyoon kar rahe ho?”
Aadmi ne muskura kar kaha, “Kyunki tumhari bhook ab colony se bahar nikalne wali hai. Aur jab nikalegi, toh sirf tum nahi… kai log jalenge.”
Itna keh kar woh darwaze ki taraf badha.
Jaate-jaate usne ek baar phir Aarav ki taraf dekha.
“Kal raat tumhari maa ne jo awaazein nikali thin… woh ab bhi mere kaanon mein hain. Jab tum phir se woh banoge, toh yaad rakhna — bhook ab sirf jismani nahi rahi. Woh tumhare dil mein bhi ghus chuki hai.”
Darwaza band hote hi kamre mein phir se khamoshi chha gayi.
Aarav ne pathar ko dekhte hue sofe par baith gaya. Rina aur Kavita uske paas aa kar baith gayi.
Kavita ne uska haath pakad liya.
“Aap theek ho?”
Aarav ne unki taraf dekha.
Do auratein. Dono uske shareer ko jaanti thin — ek mard wale ko, ek naar wale ko. Dono uske jhooth ka hissa ban chuki thin.
Usne dheere se kaha, “Aaj raat main tum dono ke saath sounga. Lekin bina kuch kiye. Mujhe… bas tumhare kareeb rehna hai.”
Rina ne uska doosra haath pakad liya.
“Theek hai.”
Raat ko teenon ek hi bed par let gaye.
Aarav beech mein tha. Ek taraf Rina, doosri taraf Kavita. Unke haath uske seene par the. Aarav ke lund ne kai baar reaction diya, lekin usne kuch nahi kiya. Sirf unki saanson ko sunta raha.
Uske mutthi mein woh kaala pathar ab bhi tha.
Thanda.
Lekin uske andar ki bhook poori tarah se shant nahi hui thi.
Woh bas intezaar kar rahi thi.

Subah ka ujala dheere-dheere kamre mein faila, lekin Aarav ki aankhon mein abhi bhi raat ka andhera tha.
Woh beech mein litta hua tha. Ek taraf Rina, doosri taraf Kavita. Dono ke haath uske seene par the — ek haath uske dil ke bilkul upar, doosra uske pet par. Jaise raat bhar woh usse yeh mehsoos karata rahe ki woh akela nahi hai. Aarav ki mutthi mein woh kaala pathar ab bhi dabba hua tha. Pathar thanda tha, lekin uske andar ki bhook us thandak se bhi gehli hui thi. Woh soyi nahi thi. Woh bas chupchap dekh rahi thi.
Aarav ne aankhein kholi.
Ceiling ki taraf dekhte hue usne apne aap se ek sawaal kiya jo pehli baar itni saaf awaaz mein aaya:
“Main inhein kya de raha hoon? Aur inse kya le raha hoon?”
Rina ne aankhein kholi. Usne Aarav ko dekha, lekin is baar uski muskaan mein pehle jaisi chulbulahat nahi thi. Ek thaki hui, naram si pehchaan thi.
“Neend nahi aayi?” usne dheemi awaaz mein poocha.
Aarav ne sir hilaaya. “Aayi thi. Lekin sapne mein main Suman tha. Aur us sapne mein main khud ko dekh raha tha… jaise koi aur dekh raha ho.”
Kavita bhi uth gayi. Usne Aarav ke chehre ko dheere se dekha. Uske aankhon mein kal raat wala darr ab nahi tha. Uski jagah ek ajeeb si mamta thi, jo shayad use khud samajh nahi aa rahi thi.
“Aap… dard mein ho?” usne poocha.
Aarav ne jawab nahi diya. Usne sirf unka haath apne haath mein le liya. Teenon ke haath ek dusre mein uljhe hue the. Yeh chhoona pehle jismani tha. Ab yeh kisi aur cheez jaisa lag raha tha — jaise teen log ek hi jhooth ke neeche saans le rahe hon.
Dopahar tak unhone saath mein khana khaya. Baatein ki.
Rina ne bataya ki uske bete ne kal college mein pehli baar medal jeeta. Uske awaaz mein garv tha, lekin uske baad ek chhoti si khamoshi aa gayi. Jaise woh soch rahi ho ki yeh ghar, yeh bed, yeh aadmi… uske bacchon wale jeevan se kitna door hai.
Kavita ne is baar Dubai ka zikr kiya.
“Woh phone nahi karta,” usne dheere se kaha. “Kabhi-kabhi lagta hai ki main yahan hoon hi nahi. Sirf ek khali flat mein rehti hoon.”
Usne Aarav ki taraf dekha. “Aap dono… aapki maa aur aap… mujhe pehli baar yeh mehsoos hua ki koi mujhe dekh raha hai. Sach mein dekh raha hai.”
Aarav ke gale mein kuch atak sa gaya.
Usne socha — main inhein dekh nahi raha. Main inhein use kar raha hoon. Aur yeh jaante hue bhi yeh yahan hain.
Shaam ko pathar ka asar kam hone laga.
Bhook wapas aayi. Pehle halki, phir teez. Aarav ke lund ne kapdon ke andar jo reaction diya, usse woh sharminda sa mehsoos hua. Pehli baar.
Usne dono ko dekha aur kaha, awaaz mein ek ajeeb si bheek thi,
“Aaj main control karna chahta hoon. Lekin agar main haar jaaun… toh mujhe mat chhodna. Mujhe rokna. Please.”
Rina ne uska chehra apne haathon mein liya.
“Hum nahi chhodenge.”
Raat ke nau baje jab bhook itni tez hui ki Aarav ka shareer kaampne laga, toh woh bathroom nahi gaya.
Usne unhein kaha, “Yahin raho.”
Kavita ne uska lund haath mein liya. Rina ne uske seene par muh rakh diya. Lekin is baar unhone jaldbazi nahi ki.
Kavita ne usse choosa — dheere, jaise woh uske lund ko nahi, uske andar chhipi hui bekaraari ko samajhna chahti ho. Aarav ki aankhein band thin. Uske dimaag mein Suman ki yaadein aa rahi thin — uski gaand ka phailna, uski cheekhein, us aadmi ka lund. Yeh yaadein usse uttejit bhi kar rahi thin, aur tod bhi rahi thin.
Usne Rina ke baal sehlaate hue kaha,
“Main tumhein dard nahi dena chahta. Lekin meri bhook… woh dard maangti hai.”
Rina ne uske honthon par ungli rakh di.
“Toh do. Lekin aaj sirf dard mat dena. Kuch aur bhi dena.”
Jab Aarav ne Rina ki choot mein lund daala, toh usne aankhein kholi hui rakhi.
Woh uske chehre ko dekh raha tha. Har dhakke ke saath Rina ki aankhein kitni gehli ho rahi thin, uska muh kitna naram pad raha tha.
“Ahhh… Aarav…” Rina ki awaaz mein is baar sirf maza nahi tha. Ek ajeeb si pehchaan thi.
“Main… main aapko jaanti hoon. Dono ko.”
Aarav ne uske maathe se pasina saaf kiya.
Uske andar kuch toot raha tha. Jhooth ka ek hissa.
Phir usne Kavita ko liya.
Kavita ne uske kandhe pakad liye. Unki aankhein mili.
“Aapki maa… kal raat… usne bhi yahi aankhein ki thin,” Kavita ne dheere se kaha. “Jab woh jhad rahi thi. Bilkul yahi.”
Aarav ka dhakka ruk sa gaya.
Usne Kavita ke chehre ko apne haathon mein liya.
“Main darta hoon,” usne pehli baar itni saaf awaaz mein kaha. “Ki ek din main na Aarav rahunga, na Suman. Sirf yeh bhook.”
Kavita ne uske honthon ko choom liya.
“Toh aaj raat hum aapki bhook ko akela nahi chhodenge.”
Jab Aarav jhada, toh usne pathar ko itna zor se dabaya ki uski mutthi mein dard ho gaya.
Usne apna pani Rina ke pet par, phir Kavita ke seene par giraaya. Lekin is baar jhadne ke baad jo khali pan hota tha, woh thoda kam tha. Unke haath uske shareer par the. Unki saansein uske kaan mein thin.
Baad mein teenon chipke hue lette rahe.
Aarav ke aankhon se ek aanso nikal gaya. Usne use jaldi se poonch liya, lekin Rina ne dekh liya.
Usne kuch nahi poocha. Sirf uska sir apne seene se laga liya.
Subah hone se pehle Aarav ne khidki se bahar dekha.
Woh aadmi wapas khada tha.
Is baar uske saath ek aurat thi.
Umar mein Suman jaisi. Aankhein teez.
Lekin uski nazar mein sirf bhook nahi thi. Kuch aur bhi tha — jaise woh pehle bhi yeh sab dekh chuki ho.
Aadmi ne upar dekh kar sir hilaaya.
Jaise keh raha ho —
Ab tum akela nahi lad rahe.
Aarav ne pathar ko apne seene se laga liya.
Uske peeche Rina aur Kavita soyi hui thin.
Uske andar bhook ab bhi thi.
Lekin ab uske saath ek naya darr bhi tha —
Ki kahin yeh dono bhi uski bhook ka hissa na ban jaayein.

Subah ke saat baj rahe the.
Aarav ne khidki se peeche hat kar pathar ko apne pocket mein rakh liya. Rina aur Kavita abhi bhi soyi hui thin. Unke chehron par kal raat ki thakan ke saath ek ajeeb si shaanti thi. Aarav ne unhein dekha toh uske seene mein ek garmi si uthi — na sirf bhook ki, balki kisi aur cheez ki. Ek ajeeb sa darr ki kahin yeh dono bhi uski tarah kho na jaayein.
Usne dheere se kapde pehne aur neeche utar gaya.
Building ke bahar woh aadmi ab bhi khada tha. Uske bagal mein woh nayi aurat.
Umar shayad battis-teintis. Gori chamdi, lambe baal, aankhein teez lekin thaki hui. Uske honthon par ek halki si muskaan thi jo muskaan nahi, kisi purani yaad jaisi lag rahi thi.
Aadmi ne Aarav ko dekhte hue kaha, “Neend poori nahi hui hogi.”
Aarav ne seedha poocha, “Yeh kaun hai?”
Aurat ne khud jawaab diya. Awaaz mein koi jaldbazi nahi thi.
“Mera naam Meera hai. Main us aadmi ki tarah nahi hoon jo tumhein pathar diya. Main… pehle usi shakti se guzar chuki hoon.”
Aarav ki saans ek pal ke liye ruk si gayi.
“Tum…?”
Meera ne sir hilaaya.
“Haan. Paanch saal pehle. Main bhi hafta-hafta badalti thi. Mard ban kar chodti thi, naar ban kar chudwati thi. Colony nahi, ek chhote se shehar mein. Ant mein main na mard rahi, na naar. Main bas… bachi rahi. Bahut mushkil se.”
Usne apne gale ka scarf thoda sarkaaya. Wahan ek patli si line thi — jaise koi purana daag.
“Yeh nishaan us din ka hai jab main pehli baar poori tarah se khud ko bhool gayi thi. Mainne apne aap ko sheeshe mein dekha aur pehchaan nahi paayi.”
Aadmi ne beech mein kaha, “Mainne use sambhala tha. Ab main tumhein sambhaalna chahta hoon. Lekin is baar pehle se zyada khatarnak hai. Tumhari bhook tez hai. Aur tumne jhooth ko itna gehra utaar liya hai ki woh ab tumhara hissa ban chuka hai.”
Aarav ne pathar ko pocket se nikaal kar haath mein liya.
“Yeh kitne din kaam karega?”
Meera ne jawaab diya, “Kam. Har baar kam. Ek din bilkul nahi karega. Tab tumhein faisla karna hoga — ya toh is shakti ko poori tarah se apna lo aur khud ko kho do, ya phir isse todne ka koi raasta dhoondho.”
Aarav ne un dono ko dekha.
“Todne ka raasta hai?”
Meera ki aankhein thodi gehli ho gayi.
“Hai. Lekin uski keemat bhi hai. Mainne wahi raasta chuna tha. Isliye main ab bhi yahan khadi hoon… thodi si bachi hui.”
Tabhi upar se Rina ki awaaz aayi.
“Aarav? Aap kahaan ho?”
Aarav ne peeche mud kar dekha. Rina balcony mein khadi thi. Kavita uske bagal mein. Dono ne neeche Meera ko dekh liya.
Meera ne dheere se kaha, “Woh auratein… tumse jud chuki hain. Yeh khatarnak hai. Shakti unhein bhi kheenchne lagti hai.”
Aarav ne pathar ko wapas pocket mein daala.
“Main unhein nahi khoonga.”
Meera ne muskura kar kaha, “Yahi toh har koi kehta hai. Mainne bhi kaha tha.”
Aadmi ne aakhiri baar bola, “Aaj raat hum phir milenge. Park mein. Akela aana. Pathar lete aana. Aur soch kar aana — tum kya banna chahte ho.”
Dono chale gaye.
Aarav kuch der wahi khada raha. Phir dheere-dheere upar laut aaya.
Flat mein Rina aur Kavita uska intezaar kar rahi thin.
Rina ne seedha poocha, “Woh aurat kaun thi?”
Aarav ne unhein sofe par baithne ko kaha. Phir sab bata diya — Meera ke baare mein, shakti todne ke raaste ke baare mein, aur is baat ke baare mein ki un dono ko bhi khatra ho sakta hai.
Kavita ki aankhein bhar aayi.
“Matlab… hum bhi…?”
Aarav ne unke haath pakad liye.
“Main nahi hone dunga. Main koi na koi raasta nikaalunga.”
Rina ne uska chehra apne haathon mein liya.
“Aap akela nahi. Hum hain.”
Aarav ne unhein apne se chipka liya.
Is baar uske lund ne koi badi reaction nahi di. Sirf ek halki si garmi thi. Bhook maujood thi, lekin uske upar ek naya wazan chadh aaya tha — zimmedari ka.
Raat hone mein abhi der thi.
Teenon ne saath mein time bitaya. Baatein ki. Chup rahe. Kabhi-kabhi Rina Aarav ke baal sehlaati, Kabhi Kavita uska sir apne god mein rakh leti. Yeh chhoona ab sirf jismani nahi raha tha. Yeh ek tarah ka sahara ban gaya tha.
Shaam ko jab pathar ka asar phir se kam hone laga, Aarav ne bathroom mein jaakar pathar ko zor se dabaya. Thandak aayi, lekin pehle se kam.
Usne sheeshe mein apne aap ko dekha.
Aankhon ke peeche andhera thoda aur gehra ho gaya tha.
Usne socha —
Aaj raat park mein jaana hoga.
Akela.
Aur faisla karna hoga.

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Raat ke dus baj rahe the.
Shanti Vihar ka central park bilkul sunsaan tha. Sirf door se aati hui kisi pressure cooker ki seeti aur ek-do kutte ki bhaunk. Aarav park ke bilkul beech wale bench ke paas khada tha. Pocket mein kaala pathar dabba hua tha. Uske haath thode kaamp rahe the — na darr se, balki us bhook se jo pathar ke kam hote asar ke saath wapas uth rahi thi.
Meera pehle aayi.
Usne halka sa black kurta pehna tha. Baal khule the. Chehre par wahi thaki hui, lekin teez nazar. Uske peeche woh aadmi bhi aa gaya. Dono Aarav ke saamne khade ho gaye.
Meera ne pehle bolna shuru kiya.
“Tumne soch liya?”
Aarav ne seedha jawaab diya, “Pehle mujhe poora sach batao. Yeh shakti todne ka raasta kya hai? Aur uski keemat kya hai?”
Aadmi ne aage badh kar kaha, “Raasta ek hi hai. Tumhein usi mandir mein wapas jana hoga jahaan se yeh shakti mili thi. Wahan nakashi ke saamne khade hokar tumhein apne dono roopon ko ek saath sweekar karna hoga — bina jhooth ke. Maa-beta ka khel band. Sirf ek shareer, ek bhook, ek sach.”
Meera ne aankhein neeche ki.
“Lekin jab tum sach bolte ho… shakti gussa karti hai. Woh tumse woh sab chheen leti hai jo tumne uske sahare haasil kiya. Jo log tumse jude hain, unka rishta toot sakta hai. Kabhi-kabhi shareer ka kuch hissa hamesha ke liye badal jaata hai. Mainne apna ek hissa kho diya tha. Isliye main ab poori tarah se na mard hoon, na naar. Main beech mein atak gayi hoon.”
Aarav ne pathar ko mutthi mein zor se dabaya.
“Agar main na todun? Agar main isse apna loon?”
Meera ne uski aankhon mein dekh kar kaha, “Toh ek din tum Rina aur Kavita ko bhi is bhook ka hissa bana doge. Unka dil, unka shareer, unka jeevan… sab ismein ghul jayega. Mainne apne time par ek aadmi ko is tarah se kho diya tha. Woh ab nahi raha. Sirf uski bhook bachi thi, jo baad mein khud hi khatam ho gayi.”
Park mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi chha gayi.
Aarav ke dimaag mein Rina ki muskaan, Kavita ki tanhai, unke haath jo kal raat uske seene par the — sab tarotari aa gaya. Usne socha, kya main unhein bhi is andhere mein kheench lunga?
Usne dheere se poocha, “Agar main mandir jaaun… toh kitna time lagega?”
Aadmi ne jawaab diya, “Jitna jaldi utna behtar. Bhook har hafte tez ho rahi hai. Pathar ab bahut din nahi chalega.”
Aarav ne pathar ko haath mein ulat-pulat kar dekha.
“Main sochunga.”
Meera ne ek kadam aage badh kar uska haath pakad liya. Uske haath thande the.
“Sochte waqt yeh yaad rakhna — jo tum abhi feel kar rahe ho, woh sirf bhook nahi hai. Woh un dono ke liye ek tarah ka pyaar bhi hai. Shakti us pyaar ko bhi apna bana leti hai. Phir pyaar bhi bhook ban jaata hai.”
Aarav ne uska haath chhuda liya.
“Main unhein nahi khoonga.”
Meera ne muskura kar kaha, “Yahi toh sabse badi keemat hai. Kabhi-kabhi bachane ke liye khoona padta hai.”
Tabhi Aarav ke shareer mein bhook ekdam se teez ho gayi.
Pathar ki thandak almost khatam ho chuki thi. Uske lund ne kapdon ke andar zor se dhakka maara. Saans tez ho gayi. Usne daant pees liye.
Meera ne pehchan liya.
“Ho raha hai na? Pathar ab kamzor pad raha hai.”
Aadmi ne kaha, “Park mein mat karo. Wapas jao. Unke paas. Lekin yaad rakhna — har baar jab tum unhein chhooge, shakti unhein aur gehra kheenchegi.”
Aarav ne bina kuch kahe wapas flat ki taraf kadam badhaye.
Uske pair tez the. Bhook ab sirf neeche nahi, poore shareer mein fail rahi thi. Aankhon ke saamne Suman ki yaadein, Rina ki choot, Kavita ke doodh — sab mil kar ek tohfan bana rahe the.
Flat ka darwaza kholte hi Rina aur Kavita ne use dekh liya.
Rina ne turant pehchan liya. “Control nahi ho raha?”
Aarav ne sir hilaaya. Awaaz bhaari thi.
“Pathar… ab kaam nahi kar raha. Main… main darta hoon ki main tumhein nuksaan pahuncha dunga.”
Kavita ne aage badh kar uska chehra apne haathon mein liya.
“Toh nuksaan mat pahunchao. Lekin humse mat bhaago.”
Rina ne darwaza band kiya.
“Aaj raat hum aapki bhook ko sambhaalenge. Lekin aap humein bhi sambhaalna. Sirf lena mat.”
Aarav ne unhein dekha.
Uske andar do cheezein lad rahi thin — ek bhook jo todna chahti thi, aur ek naya ehsaas jo unhein bachana chahta tha.
Usne dheere se kaha, “Theek hai. Lekin aaj… dheere.

Kamre mein sirf ek dim light jal rahi thi.
Aarav darwaze ke paas khada tha. Saans tez thi. Pathar ab uske pocket mein bilkul behad thanda nahi raha tha. Bhook uske lund se lekar uske dimaag tak fail chuki thi. Rina aur Kavita uske saamne thin. Dono ne uske chehre ko dekh liya tha — uski aankhon mein woh andhera jo ab chhup nahi raha tha.
Rina ne pehle kadam badhaya.
Usne Aarav ka haath pakad kar apne seene par rakh diya. Uske doodh kapdon ke neeche naram aur garam the.
“Yahaan se shuru karo,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Lekin aankhein mat band karna. Humein dekhte rehna.”
Aarav ne uska kurta dheere-dheere upar uthaaya. Rina ne haath upar kiye. Kapda sir ke upar se nikal kar farsh par gir gaya. Uske bade, naram doodh bina bra ke hi the. Nipples pehle se hi thode sakht. Aarav ne dono haathon se unhein pakda. Halka sa dabaya. Rina ki saans nikal gayi.
“Ahhh… aise… naram…”
Kavita peeche se aayi. Usne Aarav ka shirt ke button kholne shuru kiye. Har button ke saath uski ungliyaan uske seene par phisalti thin. Shirt jab utri toh Kavita ne uske kandhe se gale tak jeebh fer di.
Aarav ne Rina ke nipple ko muh mein liya.
Pehle halka sa choosa, phir thoda zor se. Daant se dheere se dabaya. Rina ka haath uske baalon mein chala gaya.
“Ummph… ahhh… haan… chooso… ahhh thoda aur…”
Kavita ne Aarav ka belt khola. Pant neeche girayi. Uska lund bahar nikal aaya — mota, naseela, sir se pehle se hi paani tipak raha tha. Kavita ne use haath mein liya aur dheere-dheere upar se neeche sahlaaya.
“Itna sakht… itna garam,” usne kaha. Phir jhuk kar uske sir ko apni jeebh se chhua.
Aarav ki awaaz bhaari nikalii —
“Ahhh… fuck…”
Tabhi darwaze par halki si dastak hui.
Teenon ruk gaye.
Aarav ne saans rok kar darwaza khola.
Bahar Meera khadi thi.
Usne black kurta ab bhi pehna tha, lekin uski aankhon mein ab pehle wali thakan ke saath ek teez bhook bhi thi. Usne seedha kaha,
“Main nahi jaa sakti thi. Pathar ka asar… main mehsoos kar sakti hoon. Tumhari bhook ab itni tez hai ki woh mujhe bhi kheench rahi hai.”
Aarav ne use andar aane diya.
Rina aur Kavita ne ek dusre ki taraf dekha, lekin kuch nahi kaha. Meera ne darwaza band kiya aur dheere-dheere apna kurta utaar diya. Uske bhi bade, naram doodh the. Nipples gulabi. Kamar patli. Aur neeche, uski choot pehle se hi thodi geeli chamak rahi thi.
“Main bhi is shakti se guzar chuki hoon,” usne kaha. “Aaj raat main tumhari bhook ka hissa banungi. Lekin yaad rakhna… yeh sirf maza nahi hai.”
Aarav ne use apne paas khincha.
Uske honthon ko zor se chooma. Meera ne uski jeebh choos li. Kavita ne peeche se Aarav ka lund pakad liya, Rina ne Meera ke doodh choosne shuru kar diye.
Ab chaar log the.
Aarav ne pehle Rina ko litaya. Uski taangon ko khola. Apna lund uski choot ke muhane par rakha aur dheere se dhakka maara.
Rina ki awaaz nikalii —
“Ummph… ahhh… bada… ahhh dheere…”
Poora lund andar gaya.
“Ahhh… haan… ahhh…!”
Aarav ne dheere-dheere pelna shuru kiya. Har dhakka poora.
Rina ke muh se awaazein nikalne lagi —
“Ahhh… ahhh… chod… ahhh meri choot… ahhh haan… ahhh fuck… dheere… ahhh…”
Meera ne Rina ke muh ke upar apni choot rakh di.
Rina ne jeebh nikaal kar Meera ki choot chaatni shuru kar di.
Meera ki siskari nikalii —
“Ahhh… haan… aise… ahhh chaat… ummph…!”
Kavita ne Aarav ke peeche se uski gaand mein ungli daal di aur uske kandhe choosne lagi.
Aarav ne Rina ko chodte hue Meera ke doodh pakad liye.
“Teri choot… Rina ki jeebh… ahhh fuck…”
Rina pehli baar jhadne lagi.
“Aaaaaahhhhh… ahhh… ahhh…!”
Aarav ne lund nikaala aur seedha Meera ki choot mein dhakel diya.
Meera ki cheekh nikal gayi —
“Ahhhh…! Itna bada… ahhh… ahhh dheere… ummph…!”
Usne Meera ki taangon ko apne kandhon par rakh diya. Ab lund gehra ja raha tha. Har dhakke ke saath Meera ke doodh uchal rahe the. Kavita ne unhein choos liya. Rina ne Meera ke muh ko choom liya.
“Ahhh… ahhh… chod… ahhh aise… ahhh meri choot faad… ahhh…!”
Meera jhadne ke kareeb thi.
“Main… ahhh main… ahhhhh…!”
Woh kaampte hue jhad gayi. Uske ras ne Aarav ke lund ko aur geela kar diya.
Aarav ne lund nikaala.
Ab Kavita ki baari thi. Usne Kavita ko litaya aur poora lund ek hi baar mein andar tak daal diya.
Kavita ki awaaz toot gayi —
“Ahhhh…! Ahhh fuck… ahhh…!”
Aarav ne usse tez pela.
“Teri choot… itni gili… ahhh…”
Meera ne Kavita ke doodh choosne shuru kiye, Rina ne Kavita ki clit sahlaayi.
Kavita jhad gayi.
“Aaaaaahhhhh…!”
Ab Aarav ki bhook poori tarah se jag chuki thi.
Usne Meera ko ulta kiya. Gaand upar.
Thook giraaya. Do ungliyaan daal kar failaya. Phir lund ko uski gaand ke ched par rakha.
Meera ne bedsheet pakad li.
“Ahhh… ahhh dheere… ahhh…!”
Aarav ne dabaya.
Sirhana.
“Ummph…!”
Adha.
“Ahhh… bada… ahhh…!”
Poora.
“Aaaaaahhhhh…! Gaand… ahhh…!”
Aarav ne uski gaand mein zor-zor se pelna shuru kiya.
“Teri gaand… itni tight… ahhh fuck… ahhh…”
Meera ke muh se sirf toot-ti hui awaazein aa rahi thin —
“Ahhh… ahhh… chod… ahhh gaand faad… ahhh… ummph… ahhh…!”
Rina ne Meera ki choot mein ungliyaan daal di. Kavita ne uske muh mein apna doodh de diya.
Meera doosri baar jhadne lagi.
“Aaaaaahhhhh…!”
Aarav ne apna pani uski gaand ke gehre andar gira diya.
Garam. Bahut.
Phir usne Rina ki gaand bhi li.
Phir Kavita ki.
Har ek ki gaand mein usne apna pani bhara. Har ek ki cheekhein kamre mein gunjti rahi —
“Ahhh… ahhh… gaand… ahhh chod… ahhh…!”
“Ummph… ahhh… faad… ahhh…!”
“Ahhhh… ahhh fuck… ahhh…!”
Baad mein chaaron bed par bikhre hue the.
Pasina, ras, thook, aur bhaari saansein.
Aarav ne Rina aur Kavita ko ek taraf, Meera ko doosri taraf se chipka liya.
Uske aankhon mein is baar koi aanso nahi tha. Lekin seene mein ek bhaari dard tha.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Main mandir jaaunga.
Lekin pehle… main tum sab ko safe rakhna chahta hoon.”
Meera ne uske seene par haath rakhte hue kaha,
“Keemat bhaari hogi.
Main jaanti hoon.”
Rina ne uska haath pakad liya.
“Hum aapke saath hain.
Chahe jo bhi keemat ho.”
Kavita ne bhi sir hilaaya.
“Haan.
Chahe jo bhi.”
Bahar, park ke andhere mein, woh aadmi akela khada tha.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Ab char log is bhook mein phans chuke hain.
Keemat ab aur bhi bhaari hogi.


Subah ka ujala ab kamre mein fail chuka tha, lekin Aarav ki aankhon mein koi roshni nahi thi.
Woh bed ke kinare baitha tha. Peeth jhuki hui. Haath ke beech mein woh kaala pathar dabba hua tha. Pathar ab almost bekaar ho chuka tha. Thandak bas naam ki bachi thi.
Uske peeche bed par teen auratein soyi hui thin — Rina, Kavita, aur Meera.
Raat bhar jo hua tha, uski geeli khushboo ab bhi kamre mein tair rahi thi. Pasina, ras, aur unki siskariyon ki yaad. Lekin Aarav ke liye ab woh maza nahi, ek bhaari sa wazan ban chuka tha.
Usne Rina ki taraf dekha.
Uske baal chehre par bikhre hue the. Muh thoda sa khula. Kal raat usne Aarav se kaha tha, “Hum aapke saath hain. Chahe jo bhi keemat ho.”
Yeh baat ab uske kaanon mein baar-baar gunj rahi thi.
Phir Kavita.
Usne Dubai wale pati ki tanhai ke baare mein bataya tha. Usne kaha tha ki Aarav aur Suman ne use pehli baar “dekh”a.
Ab woh bhi is bhook ka hissa ban chuki thi.
Aur Meera.
Jo khud is shakti se guzar chuki thi. Jo jaanti thi ki ant kya hota hai. Phir bhi kal raat woh yahan thi. Usne apni gaand di thi, apni choot di thi, apni awaazein di thin.
Aarav ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske seene mein ek ajeeb sa dard utha.
Pehli baar yeh dard bhook jaisa nahi tha. Yeh dard unhein kho dene ke dar ka tha.
Usne dheere se socha —
Agar main mandir gaya… aur shakti tod di… toh kya yeh rishta bhi toot jayega?
Meera ne kaha tha, “Kabhi-kabhi bachane ke liye khoona padta hai.”
Lekin kya main unhein kho sakta hoon?
Pathar uski mutthi mein chubhne laga.
Usne use zor se dabaya. Koi thandak nahi aayi. Bhook ab uske andar ek shant, gehre andhere ki tarah baith gayi thi. Woh chilaa nahi rahi thi. Woh bas maujood thi — jaise ek chhupi hui saanp.
Rina ne aankhein kholi.
Usne Aarav ko bed ke kinare baitha dekh kar uth kar uske peeche se jaakar laga liya. Uske nange doodh Aarav ki peeth se sat gaye.
“Neend nahi aayi?” usne dheemi awaaz mein poocha.
Aarav ne sir hilaaya.
“Soch raha hoon.”
“Kis baare mein?”
Aarav kuch der chup raha. Phir bola,
“Mandir.
Meera ne jo kaha tha… uske baare mein.
Agar main gaya… toh shayad main tumhein kho doon.”
Rina ne uske kandhe par apna maathe ko rakh diya.
“Toh mat jao.”
Aarav ne aankhein kholi.
“Agar main na jaaun… toh yeh bhook tumhein bhi kha jayegi.
Meera ne kaha tha.
Woh jhooth nahi bol rahi thi.”
Rina ne kuch nahi kaha.
Usne bas usse aur zor se pakad liya.
Kavita bhi uth gayi.
Usne doosri taraf se Aarav ka haath pakad liya.
“Aap darr rahe ho?”
Aarav ne jawaab diya, awaaz thodi kaamp’ti hui,
“Haan.
Pehli baar.
Pehle main darta tha ki main khud ko kho doonga.
Ab main darta hoon ki main tumhein kho doonga.”
Meera ne bhi aankhein khol li thin.
Woh bed par hi litte hue unhein dekh rahi thi. Uske chehre par koi muskaan nahi thi. Sirf ek gehli hui samajh.
“Tum unse jud gaye ho,” usne dheere se kaha.
“Yahi sabse badi kamzori hai.
Shakti is judav ko apna bana leti hai.
Phir jab tum usse todne jaoge… toh woh inhein use karegi tumhare khilaaf.”
Aarav ne Meera ki taraf dekha.
“Matlab?”
Meera ne sirhane se uth kar kaha,
“Matlab jab tum mandir pahunchoge… toh tumhari bhook inhein yaad dilaayegi.
Unki awaazein, unki choot, unki gaand, unki baatein… sab kuch.
Aur us waqt tumhein lagega ki unhein khona… marne se bhi bura hai.
Tab tum kamzor padoge.
Aur shakti jeet jayegi.”
Kamre mein ek bhaari si khamoshi chha gayi.
Aarav ne pathar ko dekhte hue kaha,
“Main jaaunga.
Lekin main unhein nahi khoonga.”
Meera ne muskura kar kaha — woh muskaan dard bhari thi,
“Yahi toh har koi kehta hai.
Mainne bhi kaha tha.”
Aarav ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske aankhon ke peeche se garm pani nikalne laga.
Ek boond… phir doosri.
Woh roya.
Chupchaap.
Kandhe kaampte hue.
Rina ne usse apne seene se laga liya.
Kavita ne uska sir apne god mein rakh liya.
Meera ne door se hi dekhte hue kaha,
“Ro lo.
Kyunki aage jaakar… rote-rote bhi kuch nahi bacha payoge.”
Aarav ne unhein pakde hue socha —
Main inhein kaise khooon?
Main inhein kaise bachaun?
Uske dimaag mein ek khatarnak sa khayaal pehli baar aaya.
Ek aisa khayaal jo usne turant dhak diya.
Lekin woh khayaal wapas aa gaya.
Dheere se.
Jaise saanp bil mein se sir nikaal raha ho.
Agar…
Agar yeh raaz sirf mere saath reh jaye…
Toh kya yeh log safe nahi ho jaayenge?
Usne is soch ko turant door dhakela.
Lekin woh soch ab uske andar aa chuki thi.
Ek chhoti si, kaali si, darti hui soch.
Usne Rina ke baal sehlaate hue kaha,
“Main mandir jaaunga.
Lekin pehle… main tum sab ke saath thoda aur time bitana chahta hoon.”
Rina ne uske maathe par choom liya.
“Hum kahin nahi jaayenge.”
Kavita ne kaha,
“Haan.
Hum yahin hain.”
Meera ne aankhein band kar li.
Usne socha —
Yeh ladka ab bhi samajh nahi paaya.
Ki kabhi-kabhi… sabse bada pyaar… sabse bada nuksaan ban jaata hai.


Dopahar ka samay tha.
Kamre mein ab bhi raat ki geeli khushboo thodi-thodi bachi hui thi, lekin ab uske upar ek naya bhaar chadh aaya tha — khamoshi ka.
Aarav kitchen mein khada hokar paani garam kar raha tha. Hathiyar ki tarah kettle pakde hue. Uski nazar paani ke ubalne par nahi, balki apne haathon par thi. Yeh haath kal raat teen auraton ke shareer par the. Yeh haath unki choot mein, unki gaand mein, unke baalon mein the. Ab yehi haath kaamp rahe the.
Uske dimaag mein woh kaali soch baar-baar wapas aa rahi thi.
Agar yeh raaz sirf mere saath reh jaye…
Toh kya yeh log safe nahi ho jaayenge?
Har baar jab yeh soch aati, Aarav apne aap se ghin mehsoos karta. Woh paani ka glass uthata, lekin peeta nahi. Sirf dekhte rehta.
Rina peeche se aayi.
Usne Aarav ki peeth se apna seena laga diya. Nange pairon se. Sirf ek badi si T-shirt pehne hue. Uske doodh Aarav ki peeth se naram se satte hue the.
“Paani pi lo,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Aap subah se kuch nahi kha rahe.”
Aarav ne glass rakh diya.
“Bhook nahi hai.”
Rina ne uska kamar pakad liya.
“Kaunsi bhook? Jismani wali… ya woh wali jo aapki aankhon mein hai?”
Aarav ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske gale mein kuch atak sa gaya.
“Main… main tumhein dard nahi dena chahta, Rina.”
“Toh mat do,” usne seedha kaha. “Lekin humein chhod kar mat bhaago. Aap soch rahe ho na? Mandir ke baare mein. Meera ke baare mein. Keemat ke baare mein.”
Aarav ne muh pher liya.
Uske aankhon mein pani aa gaya tha. Usne use jaldi se poonch liya, lekin Rina ne dekh liya.
“Ro mat,” usne kaha, lekin uski awaaz khud kaamp rahi thi. “Agar rooge toh main bhi ro dungi. Phir Kavita bhi. Phir yeh ghar bhar jayega.”
Aarav ne usse pakad liya.
Zor se. Jaise koi doobta hua aadmi last takiya pakadta hai.
Usne Rina ke baalon mein muh daal diya. Uske baalon se uski khushboo aa rahi thi — pasina, soap, aur kal raat ki nami.
“Main darta hoon,” usne dabi awaaz mein kaha. “Ki main tumhein kho doon.
Aur usse bhi zyada darta hoon… ki main tumhein rakhne ke liye kuch aisa kar doon jo… jo main soch bhi nahi sakta.”
Rina ne uske seene se sir utha kar uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Kya soch rahe ho aap?”
Aarav ne jawaab nahi diya.
Usne bas usse aur zor se pakad liya.
Kavita living room se aayi.
Usne dono ko chipke hue dekh kar kuch nahi poocha. Sirf paas aa kar Aarav ki doosri taraf se chipak gayi. Ab woh dono taraf se ghira hua tha. Do naram shareer. Do dil ki dhadkan.
Kavita ne dheere se kaha,
“Aap raat bhar soye nahi. Main jaanti hoon.
Aapke muh se awaazein aa rahi thin. Jaise koi sapne mein lad raha ho.”
Aarav ne aankhein kholi.
“Kya bol raha tha main?”
“Naam,” Kavita ne kaha. “Hamare naam. Baar-baar.
Aur ek baar… aapne kaha tha — ‘maaf kar dena’.”
Aarav ka chehra sukh sa gaya.
Usne dono se alag hone ki koshish ki, lekin unhone nahi chhoda.
“Main… main thak gaya hoon,” usne kaha. Awaaz toot’ti hui.
“Is jhooth se. Is bhook se. Is darr se.
Pehle main sirf apne baare mein sochta tha.
Ab main tumhare baare mein sochta hoon.
Aur yeh soch… mujhe maar rahi hai.”
Meera bedroom se bahar aayi.
Usne teenon ko dekhte hue diwal se peeth laga kar khadi ho gayi. Baal khule. Aankhon mein neend nahi, balki ek purani thakan.
“Tum ab bhi unhein bachana chahte ho,” usne kaha.
“Yahi tumhari sabse badi kamzori hai.
Aur shakti is kamzori ko bahut achhe se jaanti hai.”
Aarav ne Meera ki taraf dekha.
“Tumne apne time par kya kiya tha?
Jab tumhare saath bhi log the?”
Meera ki aankhein ek pal ke liye gehli ho gayi.
Usne jawaab diya, awaaz bilkul sapaat,
“Mainne unhein chhod diya tha.
Sochta tha ki door rakhne se woh safe rahenge.
Lekin shakti ne unhein door se bhi kheench liya.
Ek-ek karke.
Ant mein main akeli bachi… aur woh sab… khatam.”
Kamre mein phir se woh bhaari khamoshi aa gayi.
Aarav ne Rina aur Kavita ko apne se alag kiya.
Dheere se.
Phir unke saamne baith gaya. Unke haath apne haath mein liye.
“Sun lo,” usne kaha. Awaaz mein ek ajeeb si shaanti thi, jaise koi faisla le raha ho.
“Main mandir jaaunga.
Lekin aaj nahi.
Kal nahi.
Main… thoda aur time chahta hoon.
Tumhare saath.
Bas itna.”
Rina ne uska haath zor se pakad liya.
“Kitna time?”
Aarav ne aankhein neeche ki.
“Jitna meri himmat ijazat de.”
Usne unke haath chhoda aur uth kar khidki ke paas chala gaya.
Bahar colony ki rozmarra ki awaazein aa rahi thin — bachchon ki chilahat, kisi ki scooter, door se aata hua radio.
Itna normal.
Itna zinda.
Uske dimaag mein woh kaali soch phir se aayi.
Agar yeh sab… sirf mere saath reh jaye…
Toh kya yeh normal zindagi inke liye wapas aa sakti hai?
Usne is soch ko turant daba diya.
Lekin is baar woh itni asani se nahi dabi.
Woh uske andar reh gayi — ek chhoti si, kaali si, kaamp’ti hui lehar.
Shaam ko unhone saath mein khana khaya.
Bahut kam baatein hui.
Rina ne Aarav ke plate mein roti rakhi. Kavita ne paani bhara. Meera ne chupchaap khana khaya.
Khana khatam hone ke baad Aarav ne kaha,
“Aaj raat… main tum teenon ke saath sona chahta hoon.
Bina kuch kiye.
Bas… tumhare kareeb.”
Rina ne sir hilaaya.
Kavita ne bhi.
Meera ne aankhein utha kar use dekha, phir dheere se sir hila diya.
Raat ko chaaron ek hi bed par let gaye.
Aarav beech mein.
Ek taraf Rina, doosri taraf Kavita, aur unke pairon ke paas Meera.
Aarav ne aankhein kholi hui rakhi.
Woh unki saanson ko sun raha tha.
Rina ki saans thodi bhaari.
Kavita ki halki.
Meera ki bilkul control mein.
Usne socha —
Agar main inhein kho doon…
Toh kya main hamesha ke liye akela ho jaaunga?
Kya yeh bhook phir se sirf meri ho jayegi?
Uske aankhon se phir se pani nikalne laga.
Is baar usne use nahi pooncha.
Woh aanso uske kaan se hote hue pillow par girte rahe.
Usne dil mein ek baat kahi, jo usne kabhi kisi se nahi kahi thi:
Main inhein pyar karne laga hoon.
Aur yahi sabse badi tabaahi hai.
Bahar, colony ke andhere mein, woh aadmi park ke bench par baitha tha.
Usne phone mein kuch type kiya aur bhej diya.
Message tha:
“Woh ab unse pyaar karne laga hai.
Ab keemat poori leni hogi.”

Subah phir se aayi, lekin is baar uske saath koi aas nahi thi.
Aarav bed par litte-litte hi jaag raha tha. Rina uske ek baazu par soyi hui thi, Kavita doosre par. Meera thodi door, lekin uske pair ab bhi Aarav ke pairon se chhoo rahe the. Jaise raat bhar koi unhein alag nahi hone de raha tha.
Aarav ne ceiling ko dekha.
Uske dimaag mein ab sirf ek hi awaaz ghoom rahi thi — uski khud ki.
Agar yeh raaz sirf mere saath reh jaye…
Toh kya yeh log wapas apni zindagi mein ja sakte hain?
Rina ke bachche… Kavita ka khali flat… Meera ki thakan…
Kya main inhein azaad kar sakta hoon?
Har baar jab yeh soch aati, uske seene mein ek teez dard uthta.
Woh is soch se ghin mehsoos karta.
Lekin ab woh soch uske andar se jaane se mana kar rahi thi.
Jaise koi kaala paani dheere-dheere uske dil mein bhar raha ho.
Rina ne aankhein kholi.
Usne Aarav ko dekhte hue uske baazu ko aur zor se pakad liya.
“Aap phir se nahi soye.”
Aarav ne jawaab diya, awaaz bilkul sapaat,
“Soch raha hoon.”
“Kis baare mein?”
Aarav ne kuch der chup raha. Phir bola,
“Agar main… agar main ek aisa kaam kar doon jisse tum sab safe ho jao…
lekin uske liye mujhe… kuch aisa karna pade jo main kabhi sochna bhi nahi chahta…
toh kya main woh kaam karoon?”
Rina ki aankhein phail gayi.
Usne uth kar Aarav ke chehre ko apne haathon mein liya.
“Aap kya keh rahe ho?”
Aarav ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Uske aankhon mein pani tha.
“Main nahi jaanta.
Main sirf… itna jaanta hoon ki main tumhein khoona nahi chahta.
Aur main tumhein is bhook ka shikaar bhi nahi banna chahta.
Dono cheezein ek saath nahi ho sakti.
Toh main… main kya karoon?”
Kavita bhi uth gayi.
Usne Aarav ki doosri taraf se uska haath pakad liya.
“Aap humein dara rahe ho.”
Aarav ne sir hilaaya.
“Main tumhein nahi dara raha.
Main khud dar raha hoon.
Apne aap se.”
Meera ne bhi aankhein khol li thin.
Woh unhein dekh rahi thi. Uske chehre par koi hairani nahi thi. Sirf ek gehli hui, thaki hui samajh.
“Ab aa gayi na woh soch,” usne dheere se kaha.
“Woh soch jo har kisi ke andar aati hai jo is shakti se judta hai.
Pehle pyaar.
Phir darr.
Phir… woh kaali soch.
Ki agar yeh log na rahein… toh shayad main bacha rahun.”
Aarav ne Meera ki taraf dekha.
Awaaz mein gussa tha, lekin woh gussa uspar nahi, khud par tha.
“Tumne bhi socha tha?”
Meera ne sir hilaaya.
“Haan.
Mainne socha tha.
Bahut raaton tak.
Mainne unke sote hue chehre ko dekha tha.
Mainne socha tha ki agar main unhein…
khatam kar doon… toh shayad shakti mujhe chhod de.
Lekin main kar nahi paayi.
Aur isliye… unka ant mere haath se nahi, shakti ke haath se hua.
Jo aur bhi bura tha.”
Kamre mein ek ajeeb si thandak fail gayi.
Aarav ne Rina aur Kavita ke haath chhod diye.
Woh bed se utar kar khidki ke paas chala gaya.
Bahar colony jee rahi thi.
Bachche college ja rahe the.
Koi aurat jhadu laga rahi thi.
Koi aadmi scooter nikal raha tha.
Itna normal.
Itna door.
Usne apne aap se kaha,
“Main inhein nahi maar sakta.
Main… main nahi kar sakta.”
Lekin uske dimaag mein doosri awaaz ne jawaab diya,
Toh phir unhein shakti ke hawale kar doge?
Jaise Meera ne kiya tha?
Aarav ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske aanso is baar zor se nikalne lage.
Woh roya.
Kandhe kaampte hue.
Muh khidki ke glass par rakh kar.
Rina uske peeche aayi.
Usne Aarav ko peeche se pakad liya.
“Ro lo.
Lekin akele mat roo.”
Kavita bhi aa gayi.
Usne Aarav ka chehra apne haathon mein liya aur uske aanson ko apne ungliyon se poonchne lagi.
“Hum yahin hain.
Aap jo bhi soch rahe ho… humein batao.
Humein mat chhodo.”
Aarav ne unhein dekha.
Uske muh se jo baat nikalii, woh bilkul toot’ti hui thi,
“Main… main tumhein itna pyar karne laga hoon…
ki main tumhein kho dene se darta hoon.
Aur isi pyar ki wajah se…
mere andar ek aisi soch aa gayi hai…
jo mujhe khud se nafrat karati hai.”
Rina ne usse apne seene se laga liya.
“Toh us soch ko mat suno.
Humein suno.”
Meera ne diwal se peeth lagaaye hue kaha,
“Woh soch ab nahi jaayegi.
Woh tumhare andar ghar bana chuki hai.
Ab sawaal yeh hai ki tum usse jeetoge…
ya woh tumhein.”
Aarav ne un teenon ko dekha.
Uske dil mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi —
Main inhein kaise bachau…
bina unhein khooe?
Uske paas koi jawaab nahi tha.
Sirf aanso the.
Aur woh kaali soch…
jo ab uske kaan mein dheere-dheere kuch aur kehne lagi thi.

Usne roya, usne admit kiya ki woh unhein pyar karta hai, aur usi pyar ne uske andar ek khatarnak soch paida kar di hai.
Agle hisse mein yeh internal ladai aur teez hogi. Aarav ke andar do hisson ka conflict saaf dikhega — ek jo unhein bachana chahta hai, aur ek jo raaz ko hamesha ke liye daba dena chahta hai.

Dopahar ka ujala ab kamre mein teez ho chuka tha, lekin Aarav ko uski garmi nahi mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Woh sofe par baitha tha. Rina uske ek taraf, Kavita doosri taraf. Meera thodi door, khidki ke paas khadi hui, bahar ko dekh rahi thi. Jaise woh jaanti ho ki ab jo hone wala hai, uska hissa sirf dekhna hai.
Aarav ne apne haath ko dekha.
Yeh haath kal raat unke shareer par the. Yeh haath unke baalon mein the. Yeh haath unke aanson ko poonch rahe the.
Ab yehi haath uske dimaag mein ek alag tasveer bana rahe the — ek aisi tasveer jo dekhte hi uska pet muh ko aane lagta tha.
Agar yeh haath… inhein hamesha ke liye sula dein…
Toh kya yeh bhook khatam ho jayegi?
Toh kya yeh raaz sirf mere saath reh jayega?
Usne is soch ko itni zor se dabaaya ki uski mutthi band ho gayi. Nakhun hatheli mein chubh gaye.
Rina ne uski mutthi ko apne haath se khola.
“Aap khud ko dard de rahe ho.”
Aarav ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Main… main tumhein dard dene se darta hoon.
Isliye main khud ko dard de raha hoon.”
Kavita ne uska doosra haath pakad liya.
“Aap humein batao. Jo bhi soch rahe ho. Chhupao mat.”
Aarav ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske muh se jo baat nikalii, woh bilkul kaamp’ti hui thi,
“Mere andar ek awaaz hai.
Woh kehti hai…
agar tum teenon na raho…
toh main free ho jaaunga.
Raaz sirf mera reh jayega.
Bhook sirf meri reh jayegi.
Tumhare bachche… tumhari zindagi… sab safe ho jayegi.”
Kamre mein ek ajeeb si sannaata chha gaya.
Rina ka haath thoda sakht ho gaya.
Kavita ki saans ruk si gayi.
Meera ne peeche se awaaz di, bilkul shaant,
“Ab usne bol diya.
Ab yeh soch sirf uske andar nahi rahi.
Ab yeh beech mein aa gayi hai.”
Aarav ne aankhein kholi.
Uske aankhon se pani beh raha tha.
“Main is awaaz se nafrat karta hoon.
Main isse darta hoon.
Main… main tumhein maarna nahi chahta.
Main tumhein pyar karta hoon.
Yahi toh sabse badi pareshani hai.
Kyunki yeh pyar… mujhe paagal bana raha hai.”
Rina ne uska chehra apne haathon mein liya.
Uske apne aankhon mein bhi pani tha.
“Toh is pyar ko mat maaro.
Is awaaz ko maaro.”
Aarav ne usse dekhte hue kaha,
“Kaise?
Yeh awaaz meri bhook ke saath judi hui hai.
Jitna main tumhein pyar karta hoon, utni hi yeh awaaz tez hoti jaati hai.
Jaise shakti… mere pyaar ko hi apna hathyar bana rahi ho.”
Meera ne khidki se mud kar kaha,
“Kyunki hai.
Shakti sirf jism nahi khaati.
Woh dil bhi khaati hai.
Jo tum pyar karte ho, usse woh apna bana leti hai.
Phir us pyar ko hi tumhare khilaaf use karti hai.”
Aarav ne sofe se uth kar kamre mein chalne laga.
Aage-peeche.
Jaise koi pinjre mein band jaanwar.
“Main mandir jaaunga,” usne kaha.
“Main shakti ko todne ki koshish karunga.
Lekin agar main haar gaya…
toh kya hoga?
Kya tum teenon… mere saath hi dooboge?”
Kavita ne jawaab diya, awaaz mein darr tha lekin himmat bhi,
“Agar aap dooboge toh hum bhi doobenge.
Lekin aap humein chhod kar akela mat doobna.”
Aarav ruk gaya.
Usne un teenon ko dekha.
Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si toot’ti hui muskaan thi.
“Tum log…
tum log mujhe itna asaan bana rahe ho.
Aur yahi mujhe aur bhi dara raha hai.”
Woh unke paas wapas aaya.
Ghutnon ke bal unke saamne baith gaya.
Usne Rina ka haath pakda, Kavita ka haath pakda, aur Meera ki taraf dekhte hue kaha,
“Ek baat kaam karo.
Agar kabhi…
agar kabhi main…
us awaaz ko sunne lagun…
toh mujhe rokna.
Mujhe maar kar bhi rokna.
Promise.”
Rina ne sir hilaaya.
Aansu ke saath.
“Promise.”
Kavita ne bhi.
“Promise.”
Meera ne kuch der chup raha. Phir boli,
“Main promise nahi kar sakti.
Kyunki main jaanti hoon…
jab woh waqt aayega…
toh tum khud humein rokne nahi doge.”
Aarav ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske aanso phir se nikalne lage.
Is baar zor se.
Woh unke haathon ko apne maathe se laga kar roya.
“Main… main nahi chahta ki main woh aadmi banun…
jo… jo…”
Woh poori baat nahi kar paya.
Uske gale ne saath nahi diya.
Rina ne usse apne seene se laga liya.
Kavita ne uska sir sehlaya.
Meera ne door se hi dekhte hue aankhein band kar li.
Us raat unhone phir se ek saath sona ki koshish ki.
Lekin Aarav ki aankhein bahut der tak khuli rahi.
Woh unki saanson ko sunta raha.
Har saans ke saath uske dimaag mein do awaazein ladti rahi.
Ek kehti thi —
Inhein bachao.
Doosri kehti thi —
Inhein khatam kar do…
taaki yeh hamesha safe rahein.
Aarav ne dono awaazon ko sunte hue aankhein band ki.
Uske aanso pillow ko bhigote rahe.
Bahar, park mein, woh aadmi ab bhi baitha tha.
Usne apne phone mein likha:
“Ab usne khud bol diya.
Ab bas waqt ki baat hai.”

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Shaam ka ujala dheere-dheere khidkiyon se bahar nikal raha tha.
Aarav sofe par baitha tha. Uske saamne Rina, Kavita aur Meera. Teenon uske chehre ko dekhe ja rahe the. Unhein mehsoos ho raha tha ki aaj kuch alag aur bhaari hai. Aarav ki aankhon mein andhera tha, lekin uske saath ek ajeeb si shaanti bhi thi — jaise kisi ne koi antim faisla le liya ho.
Usne pathar ko table par rakh diya.
Phir bola, awaaz bilkul saaf,
“Main mandir jaaunga.
Parso subah.
Uske baad jo hona hai, ho.”
Kamre mein gehli khamoshi chha gayi.
Rina ke honth kaampne lage. Kavita ne apne haath zor se pakad liye. Meera ne aankhein neeche jhuka li.
Aarav ne unki taraf dekha.
Uske aankhon mein pani tha, lekin woh nahi roya.
“Usse pehle…
main ek raat aur chahta hoon.
Tum teenon ke saath.
Aaj raat…
main tumhein apni asal dulhan banana chahta hoon.
Teenon ko.
Ek saath.
Jaise asli shaadi mein dulhan ban’ti hai…
waise hi ban’ke aana.
Pura joda.
Pura shringar.
Jo pehnna hai pehno.
Jo lagana hai laga lo.
Phir bedroom mein mera intezaar karna.
Main thodi der baad aata hoon.”
Rina ne kaamp’ti awaaz mein poocha,
“Asli… dulhan?”
Aarav ne sir hilaaya.
“Haan.
Aaj raat ke liye.
Kal ke baare mein mat sochna.
Sirf aaj.”
Woh uth kar nikal gaya.
Dedh ghante baad jab Aarav wapas aaya, toh flat mein ek ajeeb si meethi khushboo faili hui thi — itr, jasmine, aur halki si agarbatti ki.
Usne dheere se bedroom ka darwaza khola.
Aur dekhte hi ruk gaya.
Bed par teen auratein baithi thin.
Asli dulhanein.
Rina sabse pehle nazar aayi.
Usne gehra laal rang ka banarsi lehenga pehna tha. Lehenga bhaari tha, zari ka kaam chamak raha tha. Blouse tight tha, uske bade, gol doodhon ko ubhaarke rakh raha tha. Dupatta sar se lekar seene tak aaya hua tha. Uske gale mein heavy gold haar, kaanon mein jhumke, haathon mein chooriyaan aur mehndi. Baal juude mein bandhe the, maang mein sindoor ki ek lamba laal rekha. Aankhon mein kaajal, honthon par gehra laal lipstick. Woh Aarav ko dekhte hue sharma rahi thi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek gehli hui bhook bhi thi. Uske shareer se meethi itr ki khushboo aa rahi thi.
Kavita uske bagal mein baithi thi.
Usne maroon-gold mix ka heavy lehenga pehna tha. Dupatta uske kandhon par tha. Uske bhi bade, bhaari doodh blouse ke andar dabbe hue the. Gale mein rani-haar, maang mein sindoor, haathon mein choodiyan aur ek bhaari kangan. Uske baal bhi juude mein the, thode se phool se saje. Uske chehre par halka sa make-up tha, lekin aankhon mein ek ajeeb si narmi aur darr dono the. Woh Aarav ko dekhte hi neeche dekhne lagi.
Meera thodi alag thi.
Usne classic red-and-gold bridal saree pehni thi. Saree uske shareer par itni khoobsurati se dbang thi ki uski kamar aur seene ka shape saaf dikh raha tha. Uske baal khule nahi the, lekin ek simple juude mein bandhe the. Maang mein sindoor tha. Gale mein ek simple lekin bhaari gold chain. Uske chehre par make-up kam tha, lekin aankhon mein woh teez, thaki hui, samajhdar nazar thi jo pehle se hi jaanti thi ki yeh raat kya maang rahi hai. Woh Aarav ko dekhte hue bilkul nahi sharma rahi thi.
Aarav ne darwaza band kiya.
Uske lund ne kapdon ke andar pehle hi dhakka maar diya tha.
Usne dheere se kaha,
awaz bhaari aur bhari hui,
“Tum…
teenon…
bahut…
sundar lag rahi ho.
Asli dulhanein.”
Rina ne neeche dekhte hue kaha,
“Aapne kaha tha…
asli joda pehnna hai.”
Kavita ne halki si kaamp’ti muskaan ke saath kaha,
“Hum taiyar hain.”
Meera ne sirf itna kaha,
“Ab aap batao.
Aaj raat kya chahiye.”
Aarav ne apne kapde dheere-dheere utaar diye.
Shirt. Pant. Underwear.
Uska lund bahar aaya — mota, naseela, sir se paani tipak raha tha.
Usne pehle Rina ke paas jaakar uska haath pakda.
Usse uthaya.
Uske laal lehenga ke dupatte ko dheere se hataya.
Phir uske blouse ke hook kholne laga.
“Aaj raat…
main tumhein apni dulhan ki tarah chodunga.
Teenon ko.
Itna zor se…
itna gehra…
ki tum bhool nahi paogi.”
Usne Rina ka blouse utaar diya.
Uske bade, naram doodh bahar aa gaye.
Nipples pehle se hi sakht the.
Phir Kavita ke paas gaya.
Uske blouse ke hook bhi khole.
Uske bhaari doodh bhi azaad ho gaye.
Phir Meera ke paas.
Uski saree ka pallu hataya.
Blouse khola.
Ab teenon ke upar sirf lehenga/saree ka neeche ka hissa tha.
Doodh nange.
Maang mein sindoor.
Gale mein haar.
Aankhon mein kaajal.
Aarav ne unhein bed par litaya.
Side-by-side.
Usne unke beech mein baith kar kaha,
“Ab taangein kholo.
Aaj raat tum meri dulhanein ho.
Aur main…
tumhara dulha.”

Kamre mein sirf ek chhoti si diya jal rahi thi.
Uski halki laal-peeli roshni se teen dulhanon ke chehre, unke sindoor, unke haar, unke bhaari lehenga aur saree chamak rahe the. Hawa mein itr aur jasmine ki meethi khushboo tair rahi thi. Bahar se koi awaaz nahi aa rahi thi. Jaise poori colony ne is raat ke liye saans rok li ho.
Aarav nanga bed ke kinare baitha tha.
Uska lund pehle se hi sakht tha, lekin usne abhi use chhua bhi nahi. Woh sirf dekh raha tha.
Teen dulhanein uske saamne litte hue thin.
Rina laal banarsi lehenga mein, Kavita maroon-gold lehenga mein, Meera red-gold saree mein.
Unke maang mein sindoor ki laal rekha ab bhi saaf chamak rahi thi. Gale mein haar. Kaanon mein jhumke. Haathon mein chooriyaan.
Aarav ne pehle Rina ke paas jaakar ghutnon ke bal baith gaya.
Usne uske haath ko apne haath mein liya. Chooriyaan tinki.
Phir uske maang ke sindoor ko ungli se halka sa chhua.
“Tum meri pehli dulhan,” usne dheemi, bhaari awaaz mein kaha.
“Aaj raat ke liye.”
Rina ke aankhon mein pani aa gaya.
Usne kuch nahi kaha. Sirf sir hilaaya.
Aarav ne uske dupatte ko dheere se hataya.
Phir uske blouse ke peeche ke hook ek-ek karke khole.
Har hook ke khulte hi Rina ki saans thodi tez hoti gayi.
Jab blouse poora khul gaya toh uske bade, gol, naram doodh bahar aa gaye.
Nipples pehle se hi sakht the, gulabi, thode se kaampe hue.
Aarav ne unhein haath mein nahi liya.
Pehle sirf dekha.
Phir dono haathon se unhein neeche se sambhala, jaise koi keemti cheez uthata hai.
Usne apna muh unke beech mein rakh diya aur dheere se soongha.
“Itni naram…
itni garam…”
Usne pehle daaye nipple ko jeebh se chhua.
Halka sa.
Phir muh mein le kar dheere se choosa.
Rina ki pehli siskari nikalii —
“Ahhh… hmm…”
Aarav ne usse chooste hue doosre doodh ko haath se sehlaya.
Rina ka haath uske baalon mein chala gaya.
Chooriyaan phir se tinki.
Usne Rina ka lehenga dheere-dheere upar kiya.
Petticoat.
Phir panty.
Ab Rina ke neeche ka hissa bhi nanga tha.
Uski choot pehle se hi geeli chamak rahi thi. Maang mein sindoor, gale mein haar, aur neeche geeli choot — yeh nazaara Aarav ke liye bahut bhaari tha.
Usne Rina ki taangon ko dheere se khola.
Apne muh ko uski choot ke kareeb le gaya.
Pehle sirf saans fenki.
Phir jeebh se ek lamba, dheema stroke maara.
Rina ki kamar uchal si gayi.
“Aahhh… Aarav…”
Aarav ne usse chaatna shuru kiya — dheere, gehra, jaise koi puja kar raha ho.
Clit ko muh mein le kar choosa.
Do ungliyaan dheere se andar daali.
Rina ki awaazein nikalne lagi —
“Ahhh… ahhh… haan… aise… ahhh…
ummmph… ahhh…”
Aarav ne usse tab tak chaata jab tak Rina ka shareer kaampne nahi laga.
Phir uth kar uske muh ke kareeb aaya.
Apna lund uske honthon par ragda.
“Choos…
apni suhaag raat ka pehla ras.”
Rina ne aankhein khol kar use dekha.
Phir muh khol diya.
Aarav ne dheere se lund andar dhakela.
Rina ne choosna shuru kiya — geela, bhookha, lekin naram.
Chooriyaan uske haath mein tinke ja rahe the.
Aarav ne thodi der baad lund nikaala.
Ab woh Kavita ke paas gaya.
Kavita usse dekhte hue kaamp rahi thi.
Uske maroon lehenga mein uske bade doodh ubhre hue the.
Aarav ne uske blouse ke hook bhi ek-ek karke khole.
Jab doodh bahar aaye toh usne unhein bhi pehle dekha, phir haath mein liya, phir muh mein.
“Tumhari yeh…
kal bhi yaad aayengi,” usne Kavita ke doodh chooste hue kaha.
Kavita ki siskari nikalii —
“Ahhh… ahhh… dheere… ahhh…”
Aarav ne uska lehenga bhi utaar diya.
Panty.
Ab Kavita bhi neeche se nangi thi.
Uski choot bhi geeli thi.
Aarav ne usse bhi pehle chaata.
Dheere.
Gehra.
Kavita ke muh se awaazein nikalne lagi —
“Ahhh… ahhh… haan… ahhh chaat…
ummm… ahhh…”
Phir usne apna lund Kavita ke muh mein diya.
Kavita ne bhi choosa.
Aankhon mein pani tha, lekin woh rukii nahi.
Aakhir mein Aarav Meera ke paas gaya.
Meera usse dekhte hue bilkul shaant thi.
Usne khud apni saree ka pallu hata diya.
Blouse ke hook bhi khud khol diye.
Uske doodh bahar aa gaye.
Aarav ne uske maang ke sindoor ko chhua.
“Tum…
sabse zyada jaanti ho na…
ki yeh raat kya hai.”
Meera ne sir hilaaya.
“Haan.
Isliye main taiyar hoon.”
Aarav ne uske doodh choosne shuru kiye.
Phir uski saree aur petticoat utaar di.
Ab Meera bhi bilkul nangi thi — sirf sindoor, haar, aur chooriyaan.
Usne Meera ki choot ko bhi chaata.
Meera ki awaaz pehli baar kaampi —
“Ahhh… hmm…”
Jab teenon dulhanein bilkul nangi ho gayi (sirf jewellery aur sindoor ke saath), toh Aarav ne unhein bed par side-by-side litaya.
Usne unke beech mein baith kar kaha,
awaz mein ek ajeeb sa dard tha,
“Ab se…
tum teenon meri suhagan ho.
Aaj raat ke liye.
Main tumhein ek-ek karke lunga.
Phir saath mein.
Itna gehra…
itna zor se…
ki yeh raat tumhare shareer mein bas jayegi.”
Usne pehle Rina ki taangon ko khola.
Apna lund uski geeli choot ke muhane par rakha.
Rina ne aankhein band kar li.
Maang ka sindoor chamak raha tha.
Aarav ne dheere se dabaya.
Sirhana andar gaya.
Rina ki siskari nikalii —
“Ummph… ahhh…”
Adha.
“Ahhh… ahhh…”
Poora.
“Aaaaaahhhhh…!”
Aarav ne kuch der bilkul hilaaya nahi.
Sirf andar rah kar mehsoos kiya.
Phir dheere-dheere pelna shuru kiya.
Har dhakka poora.
Har dhakke ke saath Rina ke bade doodh uchal rahe the.
Chooriyaan tinke ja rahi thin.
Sindoor ki rekha pasine se thodi si failne lagi thi.
“Ahhh… ahhh… chod… ahhh…
aahhh… dheere… ahhh…
haan… aise… ahhh…!”
Aarav ne usse dekhte hue chodna jaari rakha.
Aankhon mein pani tha.
Lekin dhakke rukey nahi.
Yeh suhaag raat ab shuru ho chuki thi.


Aarav ka lund ab bhi Rina ki choot ke andar tha.
Poora. Garam. Dhadakta hua.
Woh uske upar jhuk kar uske maang ke sindoor ko dekh raha tha. Pasine se sindoor thoda sa fail gaya tha, laal rekha ab thodi dhindhli ho chuki thi. Rina ke aankhon mein pani tha, lekin woh ro nahi rahi thi. Uske honth khule hue the, saans tez thi. Gale ka heavy haar har dhakke ke saath uske seene par baar-baar pad raha tha.
Aarav ne dheere se pelna jaari rakha.
Har dhakka gehra. Har dhakka poora.
“Ahhh… ahhh… Aarav… ahhh…
haan… aise… ahhh…
ummmph… ahhh…!”
Rina ke chooriyaan tinke ja rahe the.
Uske bade doodh har dhakke ke saath uchal rahe the. Aarav ne unhein haath se pakad liya. Zor se dabaya. Nipples ko ungliyon se roll kiya.
“Itne bade…
itne naram…
meri dulhan ke doodh…” usne kaha. Awaaz bhaari thi.
Usne pace thoda badhaya.
Ab dhakke tez ho rahe the.
Rina ki choot se geeli, gandi awaazein aa rahi thin —
squelch… squelch… thap… thap…
“Ahhh… ahhh… chod… ahhh…
sali ki choot… ahhh…
faad do… ahhh…!”
Aarav ne uski taangon ko aur khol diya.
Lund aur gehra jaane laga.
Rina ki aankhein pichhakne lagi.
“Main… ahhh… main jhadne wali hoon…
aahhh… Aarav… ahhhhh…!”
Woh ek lambe, toot’te hue moan ke saath jhad gayi.
Uski choot ne Aarav ke lund ko itna zor se dabocha ki usne bhi daant pees liye.
Usne Rina ke andar hi ruk kar uske kaampne ka wait kiya.
Phir dheere se lund nikaala.
Rina ki choot se uska ras aur uska khud ka pre-cum mil kar bahar aa raha tha.
Sindoor, haar, chooriyaan, aur geeli choot — yeh nazaara dekh kar Aarav ke lund ne phir se dhakka maara.
Ab woh Kavita ke paas gaya.
Kavita usse dekhte hue kaamp rahi thi.
Uske maroon lehenga ab sirf kamar tak tha. Doodh nange. Maang mein sindoor. Aankhon mein kaajal jo thoda sa fail gaya tha.
Aarav ne uski taangon ko khola.
Apna geela lund uski choot par ragda.
Kavita ne aankhein band kar li.
“Dekh kar lo,” Aarav ne kaha.
“Aaj raat tum meri doosri dulhan ho.”
Kavita ne aankhein kholi.
Aarav ne dheere se dabaya.
Sirhana andar.
“Ummph… ahhh…”
Adha.
“Ahhh… ahhh… bada… ahhh…”
Poora.
“Aaaaaahhhhh…!”
Aarav ne Kavita ke andar bhi pehle kuch der bilkul hilaaya nahi.
Sirf mehsoos kiya.
Phir dheere-dheere pelna shuru kiya.
Kavita ke bade, bhaari doodh har dhakke ke saath uchal rahe the.
Aarav ne unhein muh mein le kar choosna shuru kiya.
Daant se halka sa kaata.
“Ahhh… ahhh… chooso… ahhh…
haan… aise… ahhh…
ummmph… ahhh…!”
Usne Kavita ko aur tez pela.
Ab dhakke zor ke the.
Bed ki khat-khat kamre mein gunj rahi thi.
Kavita ki chooriyaan tinke ja rahi thin.
“Ahhh… ahhh… chod… ahhh…
meri choot… ahhh…
lund se faad… ahhh…
aahhh… randi bana de… ahhh…!”
Aarav ne uske muh mein apni ungliyaan daal di.
Kavita ne unhein choosna shuru kar diya.
Geeli awaazein —
“Slurp… hmmph… ahhh…”
Thodi der baad Aarav ne lund nikaala aur Kavita ko ulta kar diya.
Gaand upar.
Sindoor wali maang ab bedsheet ki taraf thi.
Aarav ne thook giraaya.
Do ungliyaan daal kar uski gaand ko failaya.
“Ab yahaan bhi…
dulhan.”
Usne lund ko uski gaand ke ched par rakha aur dheere se dabaya.
Kavita ki cheekh nikal gayi —
“Aaaaaahhhhh…! Gaand… ahhh…
dheere… ahhh…!”
Poora lund andar chala gaya.
Aarav ne uski gaand mein pelna shuru kiya.
Zor se. Gehra.
“Ahhh… ahhh… gaand… ahhh…
chod… ahhh…
bhosdi ke… ahhh…
faad do… ahhh…!”
Rina ne peeche se aakar Kavita ke doodh pakad liye aur choosne lagi.
Meera ne Kavita ki choot mein ungliyaan daal di.
Kavita jhadne lagi.
“Aaaaaahhhhh… ahhh… ahhh…!”
Aarav ne uski gaand mein apna pehla pani nahi giraaya.
Usne lund nikaala.
Ab Meera ki baari thi.
Meera usse dekhte hue bilkul shaant thi.
Uske chehre par koi darr nahi tha. Sirf ek gehli hui taiyari.
Sindoor. Haar. Aur nanga shareer.
Aarav ne uske paas jaakar uske maang ke sindoor ko chhua.
“Tum jaanti ho na…
ki yeh last hai.”
Meera ne sir hilaaya.
“Haan.
Isliye…
poora lo.”
Aarav ne uski taangon ko khola.
Lund uski choot ke muhane par rakha.
Ek hi dhakke mein poora andar daal diya.
Meera ki awaaz pehli baar zor se nikalii —
“Ahhhh…! Fuck… ahhh…
aahhh…!”
Aarav ne usse tez pela.
Har dhakka gehra.
Meera ke doodh uchal rahe the.
Usne unhein pakad kar dabaya.
“Ahhh… ahhh… chod… ahhh…
aise… ahhh…
meri choot… ahhh…
faad… ahhh…!”
Thodi der baad usne Meera ko bhi ulta kiya.
Gaand upar.
Lund uski gaand mein dhakel diya.
Meera ki cheekh —
“Aaaaaahhhhh…! Gaand… ahhh…
aahhh…!”
Aarav ne ab control kam kar diya.
Woh Meera ki gaand mein zor-zor se pelne laga.
Har dhakke ke saath uski gaand phail rahi thi.
“Ahhh… ahhh… sali… ahhh…
teri gaand… ahhh…
itni tight… ahhh…!”
Rina aur Kavita dono ne Meera ke saath jud gaye.
Rina ne uske doodh choosne shuru kiye.
Kavita ne uski choot mein ungliyaan daal di.
Meera jhadne lagi.
“Aaaaaahhhhh… ahhh… ahhh…!”
Aarav ne is baar apna pani Meera ki gaand ke gehre andar gira diya.
Garam. Bahut.
Usne lund andar hi rakhe hue kaampte hue jhada.
Jab usne lund nikaala toh Meera ki gaand se uska pani dheere-dheere bahar aa raha tha.
Sindoor faila hua.
Haar tedha.
Chooriyaan tinkti hui.
Aarav ne teenon ko dekha.
Uske aankhon mein pani tha.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Ab…
saath mein.”


Aarav ne teenon ko bed ke beech mein ikattha kiya.
Rina, Kavita, Meera — teenon nangi, pasine se lathpath, sindoor faila hua, haar tedhe, chooriyaan tinkti hui. Unke shareer se uske ras ki khushboo aa rahi thi.
Usne Rina ko sabse neeche litaya.
Uske upar Kavita ko bithaya — dono ki choot ek dusre se satti hui.
Phir Meera ko unke upar se jhukne ko kaha.
Teenon ki saansein ek dusre se mil rahi thin.
Aarav ne unke beech khade hokar apna lund pakda. Woh ab bhi sakht tha. Meera ki gaand ka pani ab bhi uspar chamak raha tha.
Usne pehle Rina ki choot mein lund daala.
Ek gehra dhakka.
Rina ki awaaz nikalii —
“Ahhhh…! Ahhh…!”
Phir nikaal kar Kavita ki choot mein daala.
“Ummph… ahhh…!”
Phir Meera ki.
“Ahhh… fuck… ahhh…!”
Woh baari-baari se un teenon ki choot mein lund daal-daal kar pelne laga.
Har baar poora.
Har baar zor se.
“Ahhh… ahhh… chod… ahhh…!”
“Aaaaaah… ahhh… lund… ahhh…!”
“Ummph… ahhh… faad… ahhh…!”
Teenon ki cheekhein ek saath mil rahi thin.
Bed ki khat-khat.
Chooriyaan.
Pasine ki geeli awaaz.
Aarav ne Rina ki taangon ko aur khol diya aur uski choot mein lund atkaaye rakhte hue Kavita ki gaand mein do ungliyaan daal di.
Meera ne jhuk kar Rina ke doodh choosne shuru kar diye.
“Ahhh… ahhh… dono… ahhh…
aahhh…!”
Aarav ne lund nikaala aur seedha Kavita ki gaand mein dhakel diya.
Kavita ki lambi cheekh nikal gayi —
“Aaaaaahhhhh…! Gaand… ahhh…
bhosdi ke… ahhh…!”
Usne Kavita ki gaand mein zor-zor se pelte hue Rina ki choot mein ungliyaan daal di.
Meera ne apni choot Rina ke muh par rakh di.
Rina ne jeebh nikaal kar Meera ko chaatna shuru kar diya.
Ab kamra sirf awaazon se bhara tha —
“Ahhh… ahhh… chaat… ahhh…!”
“Gaand… ahhh… chod… ahhh…!”
“Lund… ahhh… faad… ahhh…!”
“Sali… ahhh… randi… ahhh…!”
Aarav ne Kavita ki gaand se lund nikaala aur Meera ki gaand mein daal diya.
Meera ne bedsheet pakad li.
“Ahhhh…! Ahhh… dheere… nahi… ahhh… maaro… ahhh…!”
Usne Meera ki gaand mein pelte hue Rina aur Kavita ke doodh pakad-pakad kar dabaye.
Teenon ke shareer ek dusre se chipke hue the.
Pasina. Ras. Thook.
Aarav ki awaaz bhi ab nikalne lagi thi —
“Teri gaand… ahhh…
itni tight… ahhh…
sabki… ahhh…
meri dulhanein… ahhh…!”
Usne Meera ki gaand se lund nikaala.
Ab usne Rina ko uthaya aur usse apne lund par bithaya.
Rina ne khud se uska lund apni choot mein le liya.
Phir Aarav ne Kavita ko Rina ke saamne khada karke uski gaand mein ungliyaan daali.
Meera ne peeche se aakar Aarav ka muh apni choot par rakh diya.
Ab woh ek saath the.
Rina uske lund par.
Kavita uski ungliyon par.
Meera uske muh par.
Teenon ki awaazein ek dusre mein ghul rahi thin —
“Ahhh… ahhh… chod… ahhh…!”
“Ummph… ahhh… ahhh…!”
“Aaaaaah… ahhh… jhad… ahhh…!”
Aarav ne Rina ko apne lund par upar-neeche kiya.
Zor se.
Rina ke doodh uske chehre par baar-baar pad rahe the.
Sindoor uske pasine se mil kar laal dhabbe bana raha tha.
“Ahhh… ahhh… main… ahhh…
jhadne wali hoon… ahhhhh…!”
Rina pehle jhadi.
Phir Kavita.
Phir Meera.
Aarav ne un teenon ko bed par litaya.
Side-by-side.
Taangein kholi hui.
Choot aur gaand dono khuli hui.
Usne pehle Rina ki choot mein lund daal kar kuch dhakke maare.
Phir Kavita ki.
Phir Meera ki.
Phir wapas Rina ki gaand mein.
Kavita ki gaand mein.
Meera ki gaand mein.
Har ek mein thoda-thoda.
Har ek ki cheekhein.
Aakhir mein usne Meera ki choot mein lund daala aur uske upar jhuk gaya.
Rina aur Kavita ne dono taraf se uske seene aur peeth se chipak kar usse pakad liya.
Aarav ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske aankhon se pani nikal raha tha.
Usne zor se pela.
Ek… do… teen…
Phir ek gehre, lambe moan ke saath apna pani Meera ki choot ke gehre andar gira diya.
Garam. Bahut.
Uske shareer ne kaampte hue sab kuch de diya.
Woh un teenon ke upar gir gaya.
Pasine se lathpath.
Saans phoolti hui.
Rina ne uske baal sehlaaye.
Kavita ne uske kandhe par muh rakh diya.
Meera ne uska haath pakad liya.
Kamre mein ab sirf bhaari saansein thin.
Sindoor faila hua.
Haar tedhe.
Chooriyaan chup.
Aur teen dulhanon ke shareer par uske ras ke nishaan.
Aarav ne aankhein kholi.
Usne unhein dekha.
Uske muh se jo baat nikalii, woh bilkul dabi hui thi,
“Yeh raat…
main kabhi nahi bhoonga.”
Bahar andhera ab gehra ho chuka tha.
Parso subah mandir ka raasta uska intezaar kar raha tha.
Lekin aaj raat…
yeh teen suhaganen uske shareer se chipki hui thin.
Aur unki dhadkanen uske kaan mein gunj rahi thin.

Kamre mein ab sirf unki bhaari saansein thi.
Diya ab bhi jal raha tha, lekin uski lau kamzor pad chuki thi. Bed par chaar shareer bikhre hue the — pasine se chipke hue, ras se geele, sindoor se laal, aur thakaan se toote hue.
Aarav beech mein litta tha.
Rina uske daaye baazu par, Kavita baaye par, Meera uske pet ke paas.
Unke baal uske seene par bikhre hue the. Chooriyaan ab chup thi. Haar tedhe ho chuke the. Maang ka sindoor pasine aur dhakkon se fail kar unke maathe aur aankhon tak aa gaya tha.
Aarav ne aankhein kholi hui rakhi.
Woh ceiling ko dekh raha tha, lekin uske dimaag mein ab bhi unki cheekhein ghoom rahi thin.
Rina ka “aahhh… faad do…”, Kavita ka “bhosdi ke…”, Meera ka daba hua “maaro…”.
Un awaazon ke saath-saath ek aur awaaz bhi thi — uski khud ki.
Yeh last thi.
Inhein pata nahi.
Lekin yeh last thi.
Usne Rina ke baal sehlaaye.
Ungliyan uske gehle baalon mein phans gayi.
Rina ne aankhein nahi kholi, lekin usne Aarav ke seene se aur zor se chipak kar kaha,
“Aap… kaamp rahe ho.”
Aarav ne jawaab diya, awaaz bilkul sapaat,
“Haan.”
Kavita ne bhi aankhein khol li.
Usne Aarav ke doosre baazu ko pakad liya.
“Dard ho raha hai kya?”
Aarav ne sir hilaaya.
“Shareer ka nahi.
Kuch aur.”
Meera ne uth kar uske chehre ko dekha.
Uske apne aankhon mein bhi thakaan thi, lekin uske peeche woh purani samajh bhi thi.
“Ab yeh raat bhi khatam hone wali hai,” usne dheere se kaha.
“Aur aapke andar woh awaaz…
tez ho gayi hogi.”
Aarav ne Meera ki taraf dekha.
Usne inkaar nahi kiya.
“Haan,” usne kaha.
“Tez ho gayi hai.
Kyunki ab main inhein…
aur zyada pyar karta hoon.
Is raat ke baad…
aur zyada.”
Rina ne uske seene par sir rakhte hue poocha,
“Toh aap mandir nahi jaayenge?”
Aarav ne aankhein band kar li.
“Jaaunga.
Parso subah.
Lekin ab…
ab yeh jaana…
pehle se zyada mushkil ho gaya hai.”
Usne dono taraf se Rina aur Kavita ko aur zor se pakad liya.
Meera ne uska haath pakad liya.
Chaaron kuch der aise hi pade rahe.
Koi bol nahi raha tha.
Sirf saansein chal rahi thin.
Kabhi-kabhi Rina ki chooriyaan halki si tink jaati jab woh harkat karti.
Thodi der baad Aarav ne dheere se kaha,
“Main tum teenon ko
kabhi nahi bhoonga.
Na yeh sindoor…
na yeh haar…
na yeh raat.”
Kavita ki awaaz kaampi,
“Phir humein chhod kar kyoon ja rahe ho?”
Aarav ne aankhein kholi.
Uske aankhon se pani beh raha tha.
Is baar usne use nahi chhupaya.
“Kyunki agar main raha…
toh yeh bhook tumhein bhi kha jayegi.
Meera ne kaha tha.
Aur main…
main tumhein is bhook ka shikaar nahi banna chahta.
Chahe uske liye mujhe…
jo bhi karna pade.”
Usne aakhiri jumle ko itni dheemi awaaz mein kaha ki lagbhag sunayi nahi diya.
Lekin Meera ne sun liya.
Usne aankhein band kar li.
Rina ne Aarav ke aanson ko apne ungliyon se pooncha.
“Aap ro mat.
Agar aap rooge toh main bhi nahi sambhal paungi.”
Aarav ne uske haath ko apne gaal se laga liya.
“Main try kar raha hoon.
Lekin…
yeh raat…
tum log…
mujhe tod rahe ho.”
Woh phir se chup ho gaya.
Uske dimaag mein woh kaali soch ab pehle se zyada saaf thi.
Agar yeh raaz sirf mere saath reh jaye…
Toh kya yeh teen…
wapas apni zindagi mein ja sakti hain?
Bina is bhook ke?
Bina mere jhooth ke?
Har baar jab yeh soch aati, uske seene mein ek teez dard uthta.
Woh is soch se ghin mehsoos karta.
Lekin ab woh soch uske pyaar ke itne kareeb aa chuki thi ki use alag karna mushkil ho raha tha.
Subah ke teen baj rahe the.
Diya bujh gaya tha.
Kamre mein ab sirf andhera tha aur unki dhadkanen.
Aarav ne aankhein kholi hui rakhi.
Woh unki saanson ko sunta raha.
Har saans ke saath uske andar do awaazein ladti rahi.
Ek kehti thi —
Inhein aur ek din de do.
Doosri kehti thi —
Jitna delay karoge…
utna hi gehra judoge…
utna hi maarna mushkil hoga.
Aarav ne dono awaazon ko sunte hue Rina aur Kavita ko aur zor se pakad liya.
Meera ka haath uske haath mein tha.
Usne dil mein ek baat kahi,
jo usne ab tak sirf ek baar sochi thi,
Main inhein pyar karta hoon.
Itna zyada…
ki main inhein kho dene se darta hoon.
Aur isi dar ne…
mujhe ek aisa rasta dikha diya hai…
jo mujhe khud se nafrat karata hai.
Bahar, colony ke andhere mein, woh aadmi ab bhi park ke bench par baitha tha.
Usne apne phone ka screen on kiya.
Time dekh kar usne dheere se kaha,
“Ab bas ek raat aur.
Uske baad…
sab kuch badal jayega.”


Subah ka ujala jab kamre mein aaya toh woh pehle jaisa nahi lag raha tha.
Roshni thi, lekin usmein ek ajeeb si bhaari pan thi. Jaise yeh ujala bhi jaanta ho ki yeh aakhiri dinon mein se ek hai.
Aarav sabse pehle utha.
Usne dheere se Rina ka haath apne baazu se hataya, phir Kavita ka. Meera pehle se hi aankhein khole hue thi. Usne Aarav ko dekhte hue kuch nahi kaha. Sirf itna sa sir hilaaya, jaise keh rahi ho — main jaanti hoon.
Aarav bathroom gaya.
Sheeshe ke saamne khade hokar usne apne chehre ko dekha.
Aankhon ke neeche gehre nishaan the. Honth sukhe hue. Gale par kal raat ke nakhunon ke halki si lakeeren.
Usne munh dhoya. Paani thanda tha. Lekin uske andar ki garmi kisi paani se nahi jaane wali thi.
Jab woh bahar aaya toh teenon uth chuki thin.
Rina ne uske liye chai banayi thi. Kavita ne doosri plate mein biscuits rakhe the. Meera khidki ke paas khadi hokar bahar dekh rahi thi.
Aarav ne chai ka cup haath mein liya.
Cup garam tha. Uske haath kaamp rahe the.
Rina ne dheere se kaha,
“Aapne bahut kam soya.”
Aarav ne jawaab diya,
“Neend nahi aa rahi thi.”
“Soch rahe the?”
“Haan.”
Kavita ne uske bagal mein baithte hue poocha,
“Kis baare mein?”
Aarav ne cup se ek ghoont liya.
Gala sukha tha.
“Kal raat ke baare mein.
Tum logon ke baare mein.
Aur…
us awaaz ke baare mein jo mere andar hai.”
Meera ne khidki se mud kar kaha,
“Woh awaaz ab nahi jaayegi.
Kal raat ke baad toh bilkul nahi.”
Aarav ne uski taraf dekha.
“Main jaanta hoon.”
Usne cup rakh diya.
Phir teenon ki taraf dekhte hue bola,
“Aaj ka poora din…
main tumhare saath bitana chahta hoon.
Kal subah main nikal jaaunga.
Mandir.
Uske baad…
jo hona hai ho.”
Rina ke aankhon mein pani aa gaya.
Usne use rokne ki koshish ki, lekin ek boond beh hi gayi.
“Aap wapas aaoge?”
Aarav ne kuch der chup raha.
Phir bola,
“Jo bhi hoga…
main try karunga ki tum log safe raho.”
Yeh baat usne itni dheemi awaaz mein kahi thi ki lagta tha jaise woh khud se keh raha ho.
Kavita ne uska haath pakad liya.
“Aap humein dara rahe ho.”
Aarav ne uska haath wapas pakad liya.
“Main tumhein nahi dara raha.
Main…
khud dar raha hoon.
Ki main kuch aisa kar doon…
jo main kabhi maaf nahi kar paaunga.”
Meera ne aage badh kar table ke paas aayi.
Usne Aarav ke cup ko dekhte hue kaha,
“Tum ab bhi soch rahe ho na?
Us raste ke baare mein.
Jismein…
hum teenon nahi rahenge.”
Aarav ki aankhein Meera se mili.
Usne inkaar nahi kiya.
Sirf itna kaha,
“Main us soch se nafrat karta hoon.
Har minute.
Lekin woh soch…
ab mere pyaar ke itne kareeb aa chuki hai…
ki main use alag nahi kar paa raha.”
Kamre mein phir se woh bhaari khamoshi chha gayi.
Rina ne uth kar Aarav ke peeche se usse pakad liya.
Usne apna sir uski peeth se laga diya.
“Toh aaj ka din…
bas aaj ka din.
Kal ki soch mat karo.
Aaj hum yahin hain.”
Kavita ne bhi aake uska doosra haath pakad liya.
Meera ne door se hi dekhte hue aankhein band kar li.
Aarav ne unke haath pakde.
Uske aankhon se pani nikalne laga.
Is baar usne use nahi pooncha.
Woh chupchaap roya.
Rina uski peeth se chipki hui thi.
Kavita uska haath pakde hue thi.
Meera khidki ke paas khadi hui unhein dekh rahi thi.
Us din unhone bahut kuch nahi kiya.
Saath mein khana khaya.
Kabhi-kabhi chupchaap baithe rahe.
Kabhi Rina ne Aarav ke baal sehlaaye.
Kabhi Kavita ne uska sir apne god mein rakh liya.
Meera ne zyadatar khidki se bahar dekha.
Shaam ko Aarav ne unhein kaha,
“Aaj raat…
main phir se tumhare saath sona chahta hoon.
Bina kuch kiye.
Bas…
tumhare kareeb.”
Teenon ne sir hilaaya.
Raat ko jab woh bed par litte, toh Aarav beech mein tha.
Usne dono taraf se Rina aur Kavita ko pakad liya.
Meera ne uska haath pakad liya.
Aandhera tha.
Sirf unki saansein thi.
Aarav ne aankhein kholi hui rakhi.
Uske dimaag mein kal raat ki suhaag raat ke scenes ghoom rahe the — sindoor, haar, cheekhein, unke shareer ki narmi.
Un scenes ke saath woh kaali soch bhi thi.
Agar main inhein yahin…
sula doon…
toh kya yeh bhook khatam ho jayegi?
Kya yeh raaz sirf mere saath reh jayega?
Usne is soch ko itni zor se dabaaya ki uski saans ruk si gayi.
Lekin soch wapas aa gayi.
Dheere se.
Jaise koi kaala paani uske dil mein se nikal kar uske dimaag tak aa raha ho.
Usne Rina ko aur zor se pakad liya.
Kavita ko bhi.
Meera ka haath uske haath mein tha.
Usne dil mein kaha,
Bas ek raat aur.
Kal subah…
main dekh loonga.
Bahar, park mein, woh aadmi utha.
Usne apne phone mein time dekha.
Phir dheere se bola,
“Ab aakhiri raat shuru ho chuki hai.
Kal subah…
sab kuch khatam.”

Subah ka ujala abhi poori tarah se aaya bhi nahi tha.
Aarav bed se utha. Uske haath kaamp rahe the. Rina, Kavita aur Meera abhi bhi soyi hui thin. Unke chehron par kal raaton ki thakan thi, lekin shaanti bhi thi.
Usne unhein dekha.
Bahut der tak.
Har ek ko.
Rina ke baal uske chehre par bikhre hue the.
Kavita ka haath ab bhi uski taraf badha hua tha, jaise neend mein bhi usse pakadna chahti ho.
Meera ki aankhein band thin, lekin uske chehre par wohi purani, thaki hui samajh thi.
Aarav ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske aanso turant nikal aaye.
Woh chupchaap roya.
Kandhe kaampte hue.
Main nahi kar sakta.
Main inhein nahi…
Lekin uske andar woh kaali awaaz ab pehle se kahin teez thi.
Woh keh rahi thi —
Agar tu inhein yahin chhod gaya…
toh shakti inhein bhi kha jayegi.
Meera ne kaha tha.
Tu inhein bachaana chahta hai na?
Toh raaz sirf apne tak rakh.
Aarav ne apne muh par haath rakh liya taaki uski siskariyan bahar na nikal jaayein.
Usne dheere se kapde pehne.
Pathar ko pocket mein rakha.
Phir teenon ke paas jaakar unke maathe par ek-ek karke apne honth rakh diye.
Rina ke maathe par.
Kavita ke maathe par.
Meera ke maathe par.
Usne dil mein kaha,
Maaf kar dena.
Main nahi chahta.
Lekin…
Woh nikal gaya.
Mandir peahadon ke beech mein tha.
Wahi purana mandir jahaan se paanch saal pehle yeh shakti mili thi.
Andar andhera tha. Diye ki halki si roshni. Deewar par wohi nakashi — aadmi aur aurat ka shareer ek dusre mein ghulta hua.
Aarav andar ghusa.
Uske pair kaamp rahe the.
Thodi der baad peeche se awaaz aayi.
“Tum akele nahi aaye.”
Woh aadmi tha.
Uske peeche Rina, Kavita aur Meera bhi the.
Aarav ka chehra sukh gaya.
“Tum… yahaan kaise…?”
Rina ne aage badh kar kaha, awaaz kaamp’ti hui,
“Hum aapko akela nahi jaane denge.
Jo bhi hona hai…
saath mein hoga.”
Kavita ne sir hilaaya.
Meera ne sirf itna kaha,
“Mainne pehle bhi kaha tha.
Shakti inhein bhi kheench legi.
Tum chaho ya na chaho.”
Aarav ne peeche hat kar deewar pakad li.
“Nahi…
tum log wapas jao.
Please.
Main… main kuch bhi karne wala hoon…
tumhein nahi…”
Us aadmi ne aage badh kar kaha,
“Ab der ho chuki hai.
Tumhari bhook ne inhein yahaan tak kheench liya.
Ab yeh raaz…
sirf tere saath nahi reh sakta.”
Aarav ke aankhon se pani behne laga.
Usne Rina aur Kavita ki taraf dekha.
Unke chehron par darr tha, lekin unhone peeche nahi hata.
“Main tumhein nahi maarna chahta,” Aarav ne toot’ti hui awaaz mein kaha.
“Main tumhein pyar karta hoon.
Main… main nahi kar sakta.”
Meera ne dheere se kaha,
“Ab tumhari marzi nahi chal rahi.
Shakti chal rahi hai.
Aur shakti…
ab tumhare pyaar ko hi apna hathyar bana chuki hai.”
Aarav ke shareer mein ek ajeeb si garmi daudne lagi.
Pathar uske pocket mein garam ho gaya.
Uske haath kaampne lage.
Uske dimaag mein sirf ek awaaz gunjne lagi —
Inhein khatam kar de.
Raaz sirf tera reh jayega.
Yeh free ho jaayenge.
Usne apne sar ko dono haathon se pakad liya.
“Nahi…
nahi…
main nahi…
mat karwao…
please…”
Rina ne aage badhne ki koshish ki.
“Aarav…
aap theek ho?”
Aarav ne aankhein kholi.
Un aankhon mein ab sirf andhera tha.
Lekin us andhere ke peeche ek aadmi ro raha tha.
Usne kaamp’te haath se pathar nikaala.
Pathar ab laal ho chuka tha.
Us aadmi ne kaha,
“Ab faisla le.
Ya toh shakti tujhe kha jayegi…
ya phir tu inhein.”
Aarav ne Rina, Kavita aur Meera ko dekha.
Uske aanso ruk nahi rahe the.
Usne dil mein aakhiri baar kaha,
Maaf kar dena.
Main nahi chahta.
Lekin main…
ab nahi rok paa raha.
Uske haath ne pathar ko zor se dabaya.



Pathar Aarav ki mutthi mein laal hokar jal raha tha.
Uske haath kaamp rahe the. Poora shareer kaamp raha tha. Aankhon se pani ki ek nadi beh rahi thi. Woh baar-baar sir hilata, jaise khud ko mana kar raha ho.
“Nahi…
nahi…
main nahi karunga…
mat karwao…
please…
Rina…
Kavita…
Meera…
maaf kar dena…
main nahi chahta…”
Lekin uske shareer ne uski baat nahi maani.
Shakti ne uske pyaar ko hi apna hathyar bana liya tha.
Uske dimaag mein sirf ek awaaz gunj rahi thi —
Inhein azaad kar de.
Raaz sirf tera reh jayega.
Yeh bhook inhein nahi khaayegi.
Rina ne aage badhne ki koshish ki.
“Aarav…
aap humein pehchante ho na?
Main Rina hoon…
aapki…”
Aarav ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske muh se ek gehra, toot’ta hua roona nikal gaya.
“Main pehchanta hoon…
main sab ko pehchanta hoon…
isliye…
isliye main…
nahi…”
Uske haath ne pathar ko aur zor se dabaya.
Mandir ki deewaron par nakashi se ek kaali si lehar si nikalii.
Hawa bhaari ho gayi.
Woh aadmi peeche hat gaya.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Ab tu rok nahi sakta.
Shakti ne faisla kar liya hai.”
Aarav ne aankhein kholi.
Un aankhon mein ab sirf andhera tha.
Lekin us andhere ke peeche ek aadmi ab bhi ro raha tha.
Woh aadmi chillata raha —
Mat kar…
mat kar…
yeh meri Rina hai…
yeh meri Kavita hai…
yeh Meera hai…
mat kar…
Lekin uske haath uth chuke the.
Pehli baar jab usne Rina ki taraf kadam badhaya, toh uske pair kaamp rahe the.
Rina ne peeche nahi hata.
Usne Aarav ka chehra apne haathon mein liya.
Aansu ke saath muskurane ki koshish ki.
“Agar…
agar yahi last hai…
toh main darr nahi rahi.
Aap…
aap hi karna.”
Aarav ka roona aur teez ho gaya.
Usne Rina ko apne seene se laga liya.
Itna zor se ki dono kaampne lage.
“Maaf kar dena…
maaf kar dena…
main nahi chahta…
main nahi…”
Uske haath ne pathar ko Rina ke seene se sata diya.
Ek chhoti si, kaali si flash.
Rina ka shareer uske haath mein dheela pad gaya.
Uske aankhon mein ab koi darr nahi tha.
Sirf ek ajeeb si shaanti.
Aarav ne usse neeche litate hue itna zor se roya ki uski awaaz mandir ki deewaron se takra kar wapas aa rahi thi.
Kavita chillayi.
“Rina…
Rina…
Aarav…
kya kar rahe ho…
ruk jao…
please…”
Aarav ne Kavita ki taraf dekha.
Uske chehre par ab koi insaan nahi bachaa tha.
Sirf shakti thi.
Lekin uske aankhon se pani ruk nahi raha tha.
Woh Kavita ke paas gaya.
Kavita ne usse dhakka diya.
Maara.
Chillayi.
“Aapne promise kiya tha…
aapne kaha tha aap humein nahi maarenge…
Aarav…
please…”
Aarav ne usse bhi apne seene se laga liya.
Uske baalon mein muh daal diya.
“Maaf kar dena…
main…
main nahi…
rok…
paa…
raha…”
Pathar ne doosri baar kaam kiya.
Kavita bhi uske haath mein dheeli pad gayi.
Ab sirf Meera bachi thi.
Aur woh aadmi.
Meera ne peeche nahi hata.
Usne Aarav ko dekhte hue kaha,
awaz bilkul shaant,
“Mainne pehle din se jaan liya tha.
Ki ant aisa hi hoga.
Ro mat.
Jitna ho sake…
jaldi kar de.”
Aarav ne uske saamne ghutne ke bal baith gaya.
Usne Meera ka haath pakad liya.
“Tumne…
tumne mujhe roka kyoon nahi…
tumne kaha tha…
tum promise nahi kar sakti…”
Meera ne uske aanson ko poonchte hue kaha,
“Kyunki main jaanti thi.
Ki jab waqt aayega…
toh tum khud nahi ruk paaoge.
Ab…
kar do.”
Aarav ne pathar ko uske seene se sataaya.
Teesri baar.
Meera bhi gir gayi.
Ab sirf woh aadmi bacha tha.
Aadmi ne peeche hatte hue kaha,
“Bas.
Ab raaz sirf tera reh gaya.
Shakti…
ab tujhe poori tarah se apna bana legi.”
Aarav ne uski taraf dekha.
Uske haath mein pathar ab bhi laal tha.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Tumne…
tumne yeh sab shuru kiya.
Tumne pathar diya.
Tumne…
mujhe yahaan tak laaya.”
Aadmi ne kuch kehna chaaha, lekin Aarav ne use mauka nahi diya.
Chauthi baar pathar ne kaam kiya.
Phir mandir mein sirf ek hi aadmi khada tha.
Aarav.
Usne pathar ko haath se gira diya.
Pathar farsh par jad gaya.
Woh Rina ke paas gaya.
Usse god mein uthaya.
Uske maathe se sindoor ke bache hue nishaan ko sehlaya.
Phir Kavita ko.
Phir Meera ko.
Woh un teenon ke beech mein baith gaya.
Unke sar ko apne god mein rakh liya.
Aur roya.
Itna zor se roya ki uski awaaz mandir ki deewaron mein gunjne lagi.
Woh chillata raha —
“Maaf kar dena…
maaf kar dena…
main nahi chahta tha…
main…
main tumhein pyar karta tha…
main…
main…”
Uske aanso unke chehron par girte rahe.
Uske haath unke thande haathon ko pakde rahe.
Bahut der baad jab uska roona thoda rukka, toh usne unke maathe par ek-ek karke apne honth rakh diye.
Phir woh uth kar mandir se bahar nikal gaya.
Uske peeche teen shareer pade the.
Aur ek aadmi.
Raaz ab sirf uske saath tha.
Lekin uske saath…
ek aisi khali pan bhi thi…
jo kabhi nahi bharni thi.

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Mandir se wapas aane ke baad Aarav ne Shanti Vihar ka flat sirf teen din aur rakha.
Un teen dinon mein usne bahut kam baat ki. Bahut kam khaya. Zyadatar waqt woh khidki ke paas baitha rehta tha, colony ko dekhte hue. Bachchon ki awaazein, pressure cooker ki seeti, kisi ki hasi — sab kuch ab use paraya lagta tha. Jaise yeh zindagi uski nahi, kisi aur ki ho.
Usne Rina ke ghar ke bahar se guzarte hue sir nahi ghumaaya.
Kavita ke flat ki taraf dekha bhi nahi.
Meera ka koi pata nahi tha, aur ab uska koi pata rakhne wala bhi nahi tha.
Chauthe din subah usne apna samaan pack kiya.
Zyada kuch tha nahi — kapde, thode se paise, aur woh kaala pathar jo ab thanda pad chuka tha. Pathar ab uske liye sirf ek yaad tha. Shakti ab pathar ke bina bhi uske andar poori tarah se baith chuki thi.
Usne caretaker ko bataaya ki uski maa tabiyat kharab hone ki wajah se use dusre shehar jaana pad raha hai.
Koi zyada sawaal nahi poochha gaya. Colony mein log aate-jaate rehte the.
Shaam tak woh station par tha.
Train mein baithte hue usne window se bahar dekha.
Shanti Vihar ki basti dheere-dheere peeche chhut rahi thi.
Uske saath woh teen chehre bhi peeche chhut rahe the — Rina, Kavita, Meera.
Unke aanson, unki awaazein, unki suhaag raat, unki maut — sab kuch.
Aarav ne aankhein band kar li.
Is baar uske aankhon se pani nahi nikla.
Ab pani nikalne ki jagah ek gehra, sukha hua khali pan tha.
Naya shehar bada tha.
Roshni zyada thi, awaazein zyada thin, logon ki bheed thi. Yahaan koi kisi ko nahi jaanta tha. Yahaan koi kisi ke peeche nahi padta tha.
Usne ek chhote se 1BHK flat mein shift kiya — shehar ke kinare, ek purani building mein.
Yahaan na koi caretaker tha jo baatein kare, na koi padosi jo sawaal poochhe. Bas deewarein thin, aur khamoshi.
Pehli raat usne floor par baith kar pathar ko haath mein liya.
Ab usmein koi garmi nahi thi.
Usne use ek drawer mein rakh diya aur band kar diya.
Us raat uska shareer nahi badla.
Lekin bhook toh thi.
Woh bhook ab pehle jaisi nahi thi.
Usmein ab koi mamta nahi thi, koi connection ki ichha nahi thi.
Sirf ek gehli hui, andheri si talab thi — jo bharna chahti thi, chahe kisi bhi tarike se.
Agle din subah jab woh utha, toh sheeshe mein Aarav tha.
Shaam ko jab bhook teez hui, toh shareer ne badalna shuru kiya.
Dard ab bhi tha, lekin ab woh dard use kuch mehsoos nahi karaata tha.
Jab badlaav khatam hua, toh sheeshe mein Suman khadi thi.
Usne apne naye shareer ko dekha.
Wahi bhari hui chhatiyan, wahi patli kamar, wahi geeli hone ko taiyar choot.
Lekin aankhon mein ab woh pehli wali soft calculation nahi thi.
Ab un aankhon mein sirf ek thandi si bhook thi.
Suman ne dheere se apne honthon ko chhua.
Phir khud se kaha,
“Ab yahaan
koi nahi jaanta
main kaun hoon.
Na Aarav.
Na Suman.
Sirf bhook.”
Usne closet se ek simple black dress nikaali.
Kapde pehne.
Thoda sa makeup kiya — bas itna ki chehra saaf lage, lekin koi pehchaan na bane.
Raat ke nau baje woh flat se nikalii.
Naye shehar ki roshni mein Suman chal padi.
Uske peeche Aarav ka toota hua hissa chupchaap chal raha tha.
Aur un dono ke beech
woh bhook thi
jo ab kisi ko bhi nahi chhodna chahti thi.


Naye shehar ki pehli raat Suman ke liye bhi koi aaram nahi laayi.
Flat chhota tha, deewarein patli thin, bahar se continuous traffic ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Usne black dress mein khud ko sheeshe mein dekha. Chehra toh wahi tha jo pehle hota tha, lekin aankhon mein ab koi narmi nahi bachi thi. Sirf ek thandi, gehli hui bhook thi jo pet ke neeche se uth kar uske poore shareer mein fail rahi thi.
Usne lipstick lagayi — gehra laal.
Baal khule chhode.
Dress thoda upar kiya taaki janghen saaf dikhein.
Phir bag lekar nikal padi.
Shehar ke us hisse mein jahaan raat ko bhi roshni kam nahi hoti, ek bar tha.
Andar dhuan, loud music, aur mardoon ki nazarain thin. Suman ne counter par jaakar whisky maangi. Pehla ghoont lete hi uske gale mein jalan hui, lekin usne doosra bhi pi liya.
Tabhi ek aadmi uske bagal mein aa kar khada ho gaya.
Umar shayad 34-35. Tight shirt, collared, haath mein beer. Usne Suman ko upar se neeche tak dekha aur muskura diya.
“Akele ho?”
Suman ne uski taraf dekha.
Aankhon mein koi khel nahi tha. Sirf seedha, thanda invitation.
“Haan.
Aur tum?”
Aadmi ne naam bataya — Rohan.
Suman ne apna naam nahi bataya.
Bas itna kaha,
“Aaj raat mujhe naam ki zaroorat nahi.
Bas…
kisi ke lund ki zaroorat hai.”
Rohan thoda hairaan hua, lekin uski aankhon mein bhook dekh kar usne turant samajh liya.
Usne apna glass rakh diya aur kaha,
“Mera flat paas mein hai.”
Suman ne sir hilaaya.
“Chalo.”
Rohan ka flat bar se 10 minute ki doori par tha.
Andar aate hi usne light kam kar di. Suman ne bag ek taraf phenk diya. Usne khud apni dress ke zipper ko kholna shuru kiya.
Rohan ne peeche se aakar uske haath pakad liye.
“Main karne de.”
Usne zipper neeche kiya.
Dress farsh par gir gaya.
Neeche Suman ne sirf ek black lace panty pehni thi. Doodh nange the — bade, bhaari, nipples pehle se hi sakht.
Rohan ne unhein peeche se pakad liya aur zor se dabaya.
“Madarchod kya maal hai yeh…”
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske muh se pehli awaaz nikalii —
“Aaaahhhh…”
Rohan ne uske doodhon ko aur zor se masla.
Nipples ko ungliyon se pinch kiya.
Suman ki kamar peeche ki taraf dhakka maarne lagi.
“Ummmphhh… aahhhh…
zor se… aahhhh…”
Rohan ne usse ghumaya aur uske muh mein apni jeebh threes di.
Suman ne uski jeebh choos li.
Uske haath neeche jaakar Rohan ka belt kholne lage. Pant neeche girayi. Underwear khinchi.
Rohan ka lund bahar nikal aaya — mota, naseela, kaafi lamba.
Suman ne use haath mein liya aur dheere-dheere sahlaaya.
“Itna mota…
madarchod…” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha.
Phir woh ghutnon ke bal baith gayi.
Lund ko apne muh ke kareeb laayi.
Pehle sirf jeebh se sirhana chatati rahi.
Phir dheere-dheere muh mein lene lagi.
“Aaaahhhh… hmmmphhh…”
Geeli awaazein nikalne lagi.
“Slurp… ghk… aahhhh…”
Rohan ne uske baal pakad liye aur dheere-dheere apna lund uske gale tak dhakelne laga.
Suman ki aankhein bhar aayi, lekin usne rokne ki koshish nahi ki.
Woh apna muh aur kholti gayi.
“Madarchod…
teri yeh gandi ghaas…
kitni geeli ho rahi hai,” Rohan ne kaha.
Usne Suman ko uthaya aur bed par litaya.
Panty ko ek jhatke mein faad diya.
Suman ki choot pehle se hi chamak rahi thi — geeli, gulabi, taiyar.
Rohan ne uski taangon ko khol diya aur beech mein aa gaya.
Lund ko uski choot ke muhane par ragda.
“Bol…
kya chahiye tujhe?”
Suman ne aankhein khol kar use dekha.
Awaaz mein koi narmi nahi thi.
“Tera lund…
meri choot mein…
poora…
zor se…
madarchod…”
Rohan ne ek hi dhakke mein poora lund andar tak daal diya.
Suman ki lambi cheekh nikal gayi —
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh…!
Aaaaahhhh…
madarchod…
faad diya…
aahhhhh…!”
Rohan ne rukna nahi tha.
Usne turant tez dhakke shuru kar diye.
Har dhakka gehra.
Har dhakka zor ka.
“Aaaahhhh… aahhhh…
chod… aahhhh…
sali ki choot… aahhhh…
maar… aahhhh…
bahanchod… aahhhh…!”
Bed ki khat-khat poore flat mein gunj rahi thi.
Suman ke bade doodh har dhakke ke saath uchal rahe the.
Rohan ne unhein pakad kar dabaye.
Nipples ko jorse pincha.
“Aaaahhhh… aahhhh…
doodh masal… aahhhh…
zor se… aahhhh…
madarchod… aahhhh…!”
Usne Suman ki taangon ko uske kandhon par rakh diya.
Ab lund aur gehra ja raha tha.
Suman ki choot se geeli, gandi awaazein aa rahi thin —
squelch… squelch… thap… thap… thap…
“Aaaahhhh… aahhhh…
lund… aahhhh…
meri choot faad… aahhhh…
bahanchod… aahhhh…
aur zor se… aahhhhh…!”
Rohan ne usse is position mein kaafi der tak choda.
Suman ki awaazein ab paagalpan limi lene lagi thin.
“Aaaaaahhhhh…
main jhadne wali hoon…
aahhhhh…
madarchod…
ruk mat… aahhhhh…!”
Woh jhad gayi.
Uska shareer kaampne laga.
Choot ne Rohan ke lund ko zor se dabocha.
Lekin Rohan ne nahi roka.
Usne Suman ko ulta kar diya.
Gaand upar uthaayi.
“Ab yeh wali bhi le…
randi.”
Usne thook giraaya aur lund ko uski gaand ke ched par rakha.
Dheere se dabaya.
Suman ne bedsheet pakad li.
“Aaaahhhh…
dheere… aahhhh…
madarchod… aahhhh…!”
Rohan ne aur dabaya.
Adha lund andar gaya.
“Aaaaaahhhhh…!
Gaand… aahhhh…
faad mat… aahhhh…!”
Poora.
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…!”
Ab Rohan ne uski gaand mein tez dhakke shuru kar diye.
Suman ki cheekhein pehle se bhi teez ho gayi thin.
“Aaaahhhh… aahhhh…
gaand… aahhhh…
chod… aahhhh…
bahanchod… aahhhh…
maar… aahhhh…
faad de… aahhhhh…!”
Rohan ne uske baal pakad kar sir peeche khincha aur aur zor se pelne laga.
“Madarchod teri gaand…
kitni tight hai…
le… le… le…”
Suman ab lagataar jhad rahi thi.
Uske muh se sirf toot-ti hui awaazein aa rahi thin —
“Aaaahhhh… aahhhh…
aahhhhh…
madarchod…
bahanchod…
aahhhhh…!”
Aakhir mein Rohan ne ek gehra dhakka maara aur apna pani uski gaand ke andar gira diya.
Garam. Bahut.
Suman ka shareer ab bhi kaamp raha tha.
Woh bed par gira hua tha.
Muh se pasina aur thook milta hua nikal raha tha.
Rohan ne lund nikaala.
Suman ki gaand se uska pani dheere-dheere bahar aa raha tha.
Usne haath se uski gaand ko thap thapaya.
“Kamaal ki randi hai tu.”
Suman ne aankhein nahi kholi.
Usne bas itna kaha, awaaz bilkul thandi,
“Kal…
phir aana.
Ya…
kisi aur ko bhej dena.”
Rohan thoda hairaan hua.
Lekin usne sir hilaaya.
Suman uthi.
Apne faade hue kapde uthaye.
Bathroom gayi.
Sheeshe mein apne aap ko dekha.
Aankhon mein ab bhi wahi thandi bhook thi.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Yeh naya shehar…
ab sirf bhook ke liye hai.”

Suman ne is baar black dress ki jagah ek aur short, tight red dress pehna. Baal khule. Makeup thoda teez. Aankhon mein wohi thandi bhook thi, lekin ab usmein ek ajeeb si bechaini bhi aa gayi thi. Pehli raat Rohan ke saath jo hua tha, usne bhook ko shant nahi kiya tha. Ulta aur jagah diya tha.
Woh is baar bar nahi gayi.
Usne shehar ke us hisse mein jaane ka faisla kiya jahaan roshni kam thi, awaazein bhi kam thin, aur log sawaal nahi poochte the. Purani factories ke peeche wala area. Wahaan raat ko sirf do-teen dhabе chalte the aur kuch log jo chhupne aate the.
Suman ek dhabe ke bahar khadi thi. Cigarette nahi, bas khadi thi.
Tabhi ek black SUV wahan rukhi.
Andar se teen aadmi utre.
Umar 28 se 40 ke beech. Kapde saaf the, lekin aankhein saaf nahi thin. Unmein woh nasha tha jo sirf sharab ka nahi hota.
Sabse aage wale ne Suman ko dekha.
Usne apne saathiyon se kuch kaha. Phir aage badha.
“Kaam dhoondh rahi ho?” usne seedha poocha.
Suman ne uski taraf dekha.
“Kaam nahi.
Lund dhoondh rahi hoon.”
Teenon thoda muskura diye.
Sabse aage wale ne kaha,
“Phir toh aa jao.
Humare paas teen hain.”
Suman ne ek second socha.
Pehle wali Suman mana kar deti.
Purani colony wali Suman sochti.
Lekin ab jo Suman thi, usne sirf itna kaha —
“Chalo.”
SUV unhein shehar ke bahar le gayi.
Ek purani kothi thi, jo dekhne se lagti thi saalon se band hai. Andar light kam thi. Sharab ki bottles, cigarette ke dhuen, aur ek bada sa mattress farsh par daala hua tha.
Jaate hi sabse bade aadmi ne Suman ka bag chheen liya aur ek taraf phenk diya.
“Yahaan rules simple hain.
Jo bolenge woh karna.
Zyada awaaz nahi nikaalni.
Samjhi?”
Suman ne sir hilaaya.
Uske andar bhook toh thi, lekin is baar uske saath ek halka sa darr bhi aa gaya tha. Yeh darr naya tha. Purani colony mein aisa darr nahi hota tha.
Us aadmi ne uska dress ek jhatke mein upar se faad diya.
Bra bhi faad di.
Suman ke bade doodh bahar aa gaye.
“Madarchod dekho maal,” doosre ne kaha.
Teesre ne uski panty pakad kar neeche khinch li.
Ab Suman bilkul nangi thi.
Sabse bade ne usse baal pakad kar jhukaya aur apna lund nikaal kar uske muh mein threes diya.
“Choos.
Aur gehra.”
Suman ne muh khola.
Lund uske gale tak chala gaya.
Aankhein bhar aayi.
“Ghk… ghk… aahhhh…”
Doosre ne peeche se aakar uski choot mein do ungliyaan daal di.
“Sali pehle se gili hai.”
Teesre ne uske doodh pakad kar zor se masalne shuru kar diye.
Suman ke muh se awaazein nikalne lagi —
“Aaaahhhh… hmmmphhh…
aahhhh…”
Sabse bade ne uske baal aur zor se pakde aur gale tak pelne laga.
“Madarchod ki tarah choos…
poora le…
ghk… ghk…”
Thodi der baad usne lund nikaala aur Suman ko mattress par dhakel diya.
“Taangein khol.”
Suman ne taangein khol di.
Us aadmi ne bina kisi der ke apna lund uski choot mein poora dhakel diya.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh…!
Madarchod…
aahhhhh…
faad diya… aahhhh…!”
Usne turant tez dhakke shuru kar diye.
Har dhakka itna zor ka tha ki Suman ka shareer har baar aage khisak jaata.
“Aaaahhhh… aahhhh…
chod… aahhhh…
bahanchod… aahhhh…
maar… aahhhh…!”
Doosre aadmi ne uske muh mein apna lund threes diya.
Ab Suman ek taraf se chud rahi thi, doosri taraf se lund choos rahi thi.
“Ghk… aahhhh… ghk…
madarchod… aahhhh…”
Teesre ne uske haath pakad kar uske doodh ke upar rakh diye aur khud uske nipples ko zor se pinch karne laga.
“Aaaahhhh… aahhhh…
doodh… aahhhh…
mat maslo… aahhhh…
aahhhhh…!”
Thodi der baad pehla aadmi hat gaya.
Doosre ne uski jagah le li.
Usne Suman ko ulta kiya aur seedha uski gaand mein lund daal diya.
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…!
Gaand… aahhhh…
bahanchod… aahhhh…
nikal… aahhhh…!”
Usne nahi nikala.
Ulta aur zor se pelne laga.
“Madarchod teri gaand…
kitni tight hai…
le… le… le…”
Suman ab lagataar chillayi ja rahi thi.
Awaazein control se bahar ja rahi thin.
“Aaaahhhh… aahhhh…
gaand faad di… aahhhh…
madarchod… aahhhh…
ruk… aahhhh…
nahi… aahhhhh…!”
Teesre aadmi ne uske muh mein phir se lund daal diya.
Ab uski cheekhein dabi hui awaazon mein badal gayi thin.
“Ghk… ghk… aahhhh…
hmmmphhh…”
Woh teenon baari-baari se uski choot aur gaand mein ghuste rahe.
Kabhi do ek saath.
Kabhi teenon uske shareer ke alag-alag hisse use karte hue.
Suman ka makeup fail chuka tha.
Aansu, thook, pasina sab mil gaya tha.
Uske doodh par nakhunon ke nishaan the.
Uski gaand aur choot dono suji hui thin.
Aakhir mein jab teenon ne apna-apna pani uske andar aur upar giraaya, toh Suman mattress par hi giri hui thi.
Shareer kaamp raha tha.
Saans phool rahi thi.
Sabse bade ne uske baal sehlaate hue kaha,
“Kal phir aana.
Ya number de de.
Hum tere jaise maal ko roz rakh sakte hain.”
Suman ne aankhein nahi kholi.
Usne bas itna kaha, awaaz bilkul sukhi,
“Number nahi hai.
Kal…
isi time…
yahin.”
Woh uthi.
Faade hue dress ko jaise-taise lipta.
Bag uthaya.
Aur wahan se nikal gayi.
SUV ne usse shehar ke kinare utaar diya.
Raat ke 2 baj rahe the.
Suman apne flat ki taraf chal rahi thi.
Har kadam par uski gaand aur choot dard kar rahi thi.
Lekin uske chehre par koi afsos nahi tha.
Sirf ek thandi si, khatarnak si shaanti thi.
Usne dil mein kaha,
“Yeh shehar…
ab mujhe kha raha hai.
Aur main…
khud ko khilaa rahi hoon.”

Suman us raat ke baad teen din tak flat se bahar nahi nikalii.
Uski gaand aur choot ab bhi halka dard kar rahi thi. Shareer par nakhunon ke nishaan the, gale par ungliyon ke dhabbe the. Woh un nishaanon ko sheeshe mein dekhti aur koi ehsaas nahi hota tha. Na sharm, na pachtawa. Sirf ek sukha hua khali pan.
Chauthe din subah usne ek simple white kurti aur jeans pehne. Makeup nahi kiya. Baal bandh liye.
Aaj usse bhook nahi thi.
Aaj usse sirf hawa chahiye thi.
Woh shehar ke ek chhote se park mein aa gayi.
Wahaan log kam the. Subah ki dhoop thi, thandi hawa thi. Suman ek bench par baith gayi. Aankhein band karke sar ko peeche tek diya.
Tabhi uske bagal mein kisi ke baithne ki halki si aawaz hui.
Usne aankhein kholi.
Ek ladka tha.
Umar se 19 saal ka.
Slim, saaf chehra, halki si dadhi ke nishaan, kaali aankhein. Usne simple white t-shirt aur black jeans pehne the. Haath mein ek kitaab thi. Woh Suman ko dekhte hue thoda sa jhijhak raha tha.
“Sorry…
yeh bench khaali thi.
Agar aapko dikkat ho toh main uth jaaun?” usne dheemi, soft awaaz mein poocha.
Suman ne usse dekha.
Pehli baar kisi ne usse itne naram lehje mein baat ki thi is naye shehar mein.
Usne sir hilaaya.
“Baith jao.”
Ladka baith gaya.
Thodi der dono chup rahe.
Phir ladke ne halka sa muskura kar kaha,
“Aap…
thake hue lag rahe ho.”
Suman ne uski taraf dekha.
“Tujhe kaise pata?”
“Aankhon se.
Main…
logon ki aankhein dekh kar samajh jaata hoon.
Aapki aankhon mein bahut kuch hai jo aap chhupa rahe ho.”
Suman thodi der chup rahi.
Phir usne poocha,
“Naam kya hai tera?”
“Ayaan.”
“Umar?”
“Unnees.”
Suman ne ek halki si, thaki hui muskaan di.
“Bahut chhota hai tu.”
Ayaan ne bhi muskura diya.
“Umar se kya hota hai.
Kabhi-kabhi log umar se pehle hi thak jaate hain.”
Yeh baat sun kar Suman ki aankhein ek second ke liye ruk gayi.
Usne doosri taraf dekh liya.
Ayaan ne kitaab kholi, lekin padha nahi.
Woh beech-beech mein Suman ki taraf dekh leta.
Usne notice kiya ki Suman ke gale par halki si lakeer thi, jaise kisi ne zor se pakda ho. Usne kuch nahi poocha.
Thodi der baad Ayaan ne kaha,
“Main yahaan roz subah aata hoon.
Agar aapko baat karni ho…
toh main sun sakta hoon.
Bina sawaal kiye.”
Suman ne uski taraf dekha.
Uske andar kuch hilaa.
Bahut dino baad kisi ne usse sirf “baat” ka offer kiya tha.
Na lund, na shareer, na raat.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Shukriya.”
Ayaan ne sir hilaaya.
Phir dono thodi der aur chupchaap baithe rahe.
Hawa mein patton ki halki si aawaz thi.
Jab Suman uthne lagi toh Ayaan ne bhi kitaab band ki.
“Kal…
agar aayi toh…
main yahin honga.”
Suman ne usse dekha.
“Shayad.”
Woh chal di.
Lekin uske dimaag mein Ayaan ki soft awaaz ghumti rahi.
Agle din Suman phir se park aa gayi.
Ayaan pehle se hi bench par baitha tha.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hi muskura diya.
“Aayi.”
Suman ne uske bagal mein baithte hue kaha,
“Haan.”
Is baar unhone thodi der baat ki.
Ayaan ne bataya ki woh college mein hai, literature padhta hai, ghar par sirf maa hai.
Suman ne apne baare mein bahut kam bataya. Bas itna ki woh nayi aayi hai shehar mein, aur akeli hai.
Baatcheet ke beech Ayaan ne ek baar Suman ke haath ki taraf dekha.
Uske haath kaamp rahe the.
“Aap…
bahut zyada akeli ho,” usne dheere se kaha.
“Yeh akelapan aankhon mein dikhta hai.”
Suman ne aankhein neeche kar li.
Uske gale mein kuch atak sa gaya.
Bahut dino baad kisi ne uske andar jhaankne ki koshish ki thi.
Thodi der baad jab woh uthne lagi, toh Ayaan ne halka sa uska haath pakad liya.
Bas itna sa.
Phir chhod diya.
“Kal phir aana,” usne kaha.
“Please.”
Suman ne is baar sir hilaaya.
“Aungi.”
Teesre din jab Suman aayi toh Ayaan ne uske liye ek cup coffee le rakhi thi.
Dono ne saath mein pi.
Baatein ki.
Kabhi-kabhi chup bhi rahe.
Shaam hone ko aayi thi.
Park mein log kam ho gaye the.
Ayaan ne Suman ki taraf dekha.
“Main…
ek baat kehna chahta hoon.
Agar aapko bura na lage.”
Suman ne sir hilaaya.
Ayaan ne dheere se kaha,
“Aapke andar bahut dard hai.
Main use nahi jaanta.
Lekin main…
use mehsoos kar sakta hoon.
Agar aap chahein toh…
main aapke saath baith sakta hoon.
Bina kuch maange.”
Suman ki aankhein bhar aayi.
Usne jaldi se doosri taraf dekh liya.
Ayaan ne uska haath dheere se pakad liya.
Is baar usne nahi chhoda.
Suman ne uska haath wapas pakad liya.
Kaamp’te hue.
Thodi der baad Ayaan ne uske kareeb hote hue dheere se poocha,
“Kya main…
aapko choom sakta hoon?”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Us 19 saal ke ladke ki aankhon mein koi bhook nahi thi.
Sirf ek narmi thi.
Ek samajh thi.
Usne sir hilaaya.
Ayaan ne dheere se uske kareeb aaya.
Uske honthon ko pehle bas chhua.
Halka sa.
Jaise pooch raha ho.
Phir thoda aur.
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Bahut dino baad kisi ne usse itni narmi se chhua tha.
Choomban gehra hota gaya.
Lekin usmein koi jaldbazi nahi thi.
Koi lalach nahi tha.
Sirf ek dheema, gehra, bhaavuk sparsh tha.
Jab unhone alag kiya toh Suman ki aankhein bhi gehli thin.
Ayaan ki bhi.
Usne Suman ka haath pakde hue kaha,
“Main aapse kuch nahi chahta.
Bas…
aapke paas baithna chahta hoon.”
Suman ne kuch nahi kaha.
Usne sirf uska haath zor se pakad liya.
Us shaam woh dono der tak bench par baithe rahe.
Haath ek dusre ke haath mein.
Chupchaap.
Pehli baar Suman ke andar
bhook ke alawa
kuch aur bhi hilaa tha.

Agle din Suman park nahi gayi.
Usne khud se kaha tha ki nahi jaayegi.
Ki yeh ladka bahut chhota hai.
Ki uske paas ab kisi tarah ki narmi ke liye jagah nahi bachi.
Ki uski bhook is tarah ki cheezon ko nahi samajhti.
Lekin shaam ko jab ghari ne paanch bajaye, toh uske pair khud-b-khud park ki taraf chal pade.
Ayaan pehle se hi bench par baitha tha.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hi uth kar khada ho gaya.
Chehre par ek soft si muskaan thi, lekin aankhon mein halki si chinta bhi.
“Aap nahi aaogi aaj…
aisi soch raha tha,” usne kaha.
Suman ne uske bagal mein baithte hue jawaab diya,
“Main bhi yahi soch rahi thi.”
Dono thodi der chup rahe.
Hawa mein patton ki aawaz thi. Door se bachchon ke khelne ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Ayaan ne dheere se kaha,
“Kal raat main so nahi paaya.
Aapka chehra baar-baar yaad aa raha tha.
Aapki aankhein…
unmein itna kuch chhupa hai ki main samajh nahi paa raha.”
Suman ne apne haath ko dekhte hue kaha,
“Kuch cheezein samajhne layak nahi hoti, Ayaan.
Woh sirf…
sahne layak hoti hain.”
Ayaan ne uska haath dheere se pakad liya.
Uske haath garam the, naram the.
Suman ke haath thande the.
“Main sahne mein madad nahi kar sakta shayad,” usne kaha,
“lekin main saath baith sakta hoon.
Agar aap chahein.”
Suman ne uske haath ko dekha.
Bahut chhote se lag rahe the uske haath.
Unnees saal ke ladke ke haath.
Jinmein abhi zindagi ki thakaan nahi thi.
Usne uska haath nahi chhoda.
Thodi der baad Ayaan ne uske kareeb hote hue poocha,
“Kya main phir se…
aapko choom sakta hoon?”
Suman ne aankhein utha kar usse dekha.
Is baar usne sir nahi hilaya.
Usne bas aankhein band kar li.
Ayaan ne dheere se uske kareeb aaya.
Pehle uske maathe ko chooma.
Phir aankhon ko.
Phir honthon ko.
Yeh choomban pehli baar wale se thoda alag tha.
Ismein thodi aur himmat thi.
Thodi aur gehraai thi.
Lekin ab bhi koi jaldbazi nahi thi.
Koi lalach nahi tha.
Suman ke honthon ne jawab diya.
Usne Ayaan ke honthon ko dheere se choosa.
Uske muh se ek bahut halki si siskari nikalii —
“Hmm…”
Ayaan ne uske baalon mein haath daal diya.
Suman ne uske kandhe ko pakad liya.
Choomban aur gehra hota gaya.
Jeebh ne jeebh ko chhua.
Dheere se.
Jaise dono ek dusre ko pehchaan rahe hon.
Jab unhone alag kiya toh dono ki saans thodi tez thi.
Ayaan ne Suman ke maathe se baal hataaye aur kaha,
“Aapke honth…
kaamp rahe hain.”
Suman ne aankhein kholi.
“Tere bhi.”
Ayaan muskura diya.
Phir usne Suman ka sir apne kandhe par rakh liya.
Suman ne virodh nahi kiya.
Usne aankhein band kar li aur Ayaan ki saans ko mehsoos karne lagi.
Bahut der baad Suman ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha,
“Main…
achhi nahi hoon, Ayaan.
Mere andar bahut andhera hai.
Main tujhe nahi batа सकती ki main kya hoon.”
Ayaan ne uske baal sehlaate hue kaha,
“Phir mat batana.
Main aapse aapki kahani nahi maang raha.
Main sirf…
aapke paas hona chahta hoon.”
Suman ki aankhein bhar aayi.
Usne Ayaan ke t-shirt ko pakad liya.
Itna zor se ki uski ungliyan safed pad gayi.
“Main tujhe dukh doongi,” usne kaha.
“Main har kisi ko dukh deti hoon.”
Ayaan ne uska chehra apne haathon mein liya.
“Phir bhi…
main yahin hoon.”
Usne phir se Suman ko chooma.
Is baar thoda aur gehra.
Suman ne bhi jawab diya.
Unke honth ek dusre se chipke rahe.
Kabhi-kabhi alag hote, phir wapas mil jaate.
Park mein ab andhera hone laga tha.
Log kam ho gaye the.
Ayaan ne Suman ke kaan ke paas dheere se kaha,
“Main aapko ghar tak chhod doon?”
Suman ne sir hilaaya.
“Nahi.
Aaj nahi.
Main…
akhili jaana chahti hoon.”
Ayaan ne uska haath chhoda nahi.
“Kal aaogi?”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Uske andar bhook ab bhi thi.
Woh thandi, andheri bhook.
Lekin uske saath-saath ek naya, naram sa dard bhi jag gaya tha.
Usne kaha,
“Aaungi.”
Ayaan ne uske haath ko apne honthon se chhua.
“Main intezaar karunga.”
Suman ne usse chhod kar chalna shuru kiya.
Kuch kadam chal kar usne peeche mud kar dekha.
Ayaan ab bhi bench par khada tha.
Usse dekh raha tha.
Suman ne jaldi se muh pher liya.
Us raat flat mein aakar usne sheeshe ke saamne khud ko dekha.
Aankhon mein pani tha.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Yeh kya ho raha hai mujhe…
Main is ladke ko…
kyoon mehsoos kar pa rahi hoon?”
Uske andar bhook hilti rahi.
Lekin is baar uske saath
ek naya, khatarnak sa ehsaas bhi tha —
ki shayad
woh ab bhi 
kisi ko
pyar kar sakti hai.

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Paanchve din Suman park mein thodi der se pahunchi.
Ayaan pehle se wait kar raha tha. Usne Suman ko dekhte hi uth kar uski taraf kuch kadam badhaye, lekin ruk gaya. Jaise har baar permission maang raha ho.
Suman ne uske kareeb jaakar kaha,
“Aaj main…
thodi der baad aayi.”
Ayaan ne halka sa muskura diya.
“Koi baat nahi.
Main yahin tha.”
Dono bench par baith gaye.
Is baar unke beech ki doori pehle se kam thi.
Ayaan ka haath bench par tha. Suman ka haath uske haath ke bohot kareeb tha. Thodi der baad Suman ne khud se apna haath aage badha kar Ayaan ki ungliyon ko chhoo liya.
Ayaan ne uska haath pakad liya.
Garam. Naram.
“Aapke haath aaj bhi thande hain,” usne dheere se kaha.
Suman ne jawaab diya,
“Ab hamesha thande rehte hain.”
Ayaan ne uske haath ko apne dono haathon mein le liya aur sahlaane laga.
Uske angoothhe se lekar hatheli tak. Jaise kisi keemti cheez ko sambhal raha ho.
“Main aapke baare mein sochta rehta hoon,” usne kaha.
“Raat bhar.
Ki aap kahaan ho, kya kar rahi ho, kya soch rahi ho.
Main jaanta hoon main chhota hoon.
Lekin…
jab aapke paas hota hoon toh main chhota nahi mehsoos karta.”
Suman ne uski taraf dekha.
Uske andar kuch kheench sa gaya.
Is 19 saal ke ladke ki aankhon mein itni saaf, itni seedhi baatein thin ki usse takna mushkil ho raha tha.
“Tu mujhe nahi jaanta, Ayaan,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha.
“Agar jaan le…
toh shayad tu khud door chala jaye.”
Ayaan ne uske haath ko zor se pakad liya.
“Phir bhi batana mat.
Main aapse aapke andheron ka hisaab nahi maang raha.
Main sirf yeh chahta hoon ki jab aap andhere mein ho…
toh main aapke paas baith sakoon.”
Suman ki aankhein bhar aayi.
Usne muh pherne ki koshish ki, lekin Ayaan ne uska chehra dheere se apni taraf kar liya.
“Ro sakti ho,” usne kaha.
“Main yahin hoon.”
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Ek boond pani nikal kar uski aankh se beh gaya.
Ayaan ne use apne anghootе se poonch diya.
Phir usne Suman ke kareeb aake uske honthon ko chooma.
Yeh choomban pehle dono se alag tha.
Ismein ek gehra, dheema, bhaavuk taras tha.
Ayaan ke honth kaamp rahe the. Suman ke bhi.
Usne Suman ke baalon mein haath daal diya. Suman ne uske gale ko pakad liya.
Choomban lambaa hota gaya.
Jeebh ne dheere se jeebh ko chhua.
Suman ke muh se ek bahut dabi hui siskari nikalii —
“Hmm… aahh…”
Ayaan ne usse aur kareeb khinch liya.
Suman ka seena uske seene se sat gaya.
Dono ki dhadkanen ek dusre ko mehsoos ho rahi thin.
Jab unhone alag kiya toh dono ki saans phool rahi thi.
Ayaan ne Suman ke maathe ko apne maathe se lagaaye hue kaha,
“Main aapse pyar nahi maang raha.
Abhi nahi.
Bas…
aapke paas rehne do.”
Suman ne aankhein band karke uska jawab diya.
Usne Ayaan ke honthon ko phir se dhoondha.
Is baar usne khud choomban gehra kiya.
Uske haath Ayaan ke baalon mein the.
Ayaan ke haath uski kamar par the — naram, sahlaate hue, bina kisi lalach ke.
Park mein ab dheere-dheere andhera chha raha tha.
Log ja chuke the.
Sirf woh dono bache the.
Ayaan ne Suman ko apne kandhe se laga liya.
Suman ne aankhein band karke uski saans ko mehsoos kiya.
Uske t-shirt se saaf sabun aur halki si coffee ki khushboo aa rahi thi.
Bahut der baad Suman ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha,
“Main tujhe dukh doongi, Ayaan.
Main…
har kisi ko dukh deti hoon.
Jo bhi mere kareeb aata hai…
toot jaata hai.”
Ayaan ne uske baal sehlaate hue kaha,
“Phir bhi main yahin hoon.
Aap jab bhi door jaana chaho, jaa sakti ho.
Lekin jab tak aap yahaan ho…
main nahi jaaunga.”
Suman ne uske t-shirt ko pakad liya.
Itna zor se ki uski ungliyan kaampne lagi.
“Main darti hoon,” usne kaha.
“Ki main tujhe bhi…
usi tarah kho doongi
jaise maine pehle logon ko khoya.”
Ayaan ne uska chehra uthaya.
Uske aankhon mein pani tha, lekin woh muskura raha tha.
“Phir mujhe mat khona.
Bas aaj raat…
mujhe yahin rehne do.”
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Usne Ayaan ko apne seene se laga liya.
Uske dil ki dhadkan uske kaan mein gunj rahi thi.
Us raat woh dono der tak bench par baithe rahe.
Chupchaap.
Kabhi-kabhi ek dusre ke honthon ko dheere se chhoote hue.
Kabhi sirf haath pakde hue.
Jab Suman ne aakhir mein ghar jaane ka kaha, toh Ayaan ne uske haath ko apne honthon se chhua.
“Kal aaogi?”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Uske andar bhook ab bhi saans le rahi thi.
Lekin us bhook ke upar ek naya, naram sa parda sa aa gaya tha.
Usne kaha,
“Aaungi.”
Ayaan ne usse ek aakhiri, lambaa choomban diya.
Phir chhod diya.
Suman jab apne flat pahunchi toh usne light nahi jalayi.
Woh andhere mein sheeshe ke saamne khadi rahi.
Usne apne honthon ko chhua —
ab bhi Ayaan ke choomban ki narmi unpar thi.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Yeh kya kar rahi hoon main…
Is chhote se ladke ke saath…
main kya karne ja rahi hoon?”
Uske andar do cheezein lad rahi thin.
Ek bhook thi —
thandi, andheri, jo sirf shareer maangti thi.
Aur ek naya ehsaas tha —
jo sirf is 19 saal ke ladke ke kareeb baithne se jag uthta tha.
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Us raat pehli baar
usne bhook ko
thoda sa
haar te hue mehsoos kiya.

Saatve din Suman ne park jaane se pehle hi faisla kar liya tha.
Woh aur din bench par baith kar sirf choomban nahi karna chahti thi.
Yeh narmi uske andar kuch ajeeb kar rahi thi. Ek aisa hissa jo bahut dinon se soya hua tha, ab jag raha tha. Aur woh hissa usse dara raha tha.
Jab woh park pahunchi toh Ayaan pehle se wait kar raha tha.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hi muskura diya, lekin Suman ka chehra aaj thoda alag tha.
“Aaj…
tum mere saath chaloge?” Suman ne seedha poocha.
Ayaan thoda hairaan hua.
“Kahaan?”
“Mere flat.
Bahut door nahi hai.
Agar tumhe…
aana ho.”
Ayaan ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Usne koi jaldbazi nahi dikhai.
Bas dheere se sir hilaaya.
“Chalo.”
Suman ka flat chhota tha.
Ek room, chhoti si kitchen, aur ek bathroom.
Deewarein khaali thin. Koi photo nahi, koi nishan nahi ki yahaan koi rehta hai. Bas ek bed, ek chair, aur khidki ke paas ek chhoti si table.
Ayaan andar aate hi thoda ruk gaya.
Usne room ko dekha.
“Aap…
yahin rehti ho?”
Suman ne bag ek taraf rakhte hue kaha,
“Haan.
Akeli.”
Ayaan ne door se hi use dekha.
“Yeh room…
bahut khali lagta hai.”
Suman ne muskuraane ki koshish ki.
“Jaise main.”
Ayaan ne uske kareeb jaakar uska haath pakad liya.
“Ab main yahaan hoon.
Thoda kam khali hoga.”
Suman ne uski taraf dekha.
Uske andar bhook hilti hui mehsoos hui.
Woh thandi, andheri bhook jo kehti thi — is ladke ko bhi use kar lo.
Lekin uske upar ek naya hissa tha jo kehta tha — mat chhoo. Yeh alag hai.
Suman ne Ayaan ko apne kareeb khinch liya.
Usne uske honthon ko chooma.
Pehle dheere se.
Phir thoda gehra.
Ayaan ne uske baalon mein haath daal diya.
Suman ne uske gale ko pakad liya.
Choomban ab park wale choombanon se alag tha.
Ismein ek bhook thi… lekin woh bhook sirf shareer ki nahi thi.
Suman ne Ayaan ko bed ki taraf le gayi.
Dono bed ke kinare baith gaye.
Ayaan ne Suman ke chehre ko apne haathon mein liya.
“Aap kaamp rahe ho,” usne kaha.
Suman ne aankhein neeche ki.
“Main darti hoon.”
“Kis cheez se?”
“Ki main tujhe…
barbaad kar doongi.
Jaise maine auron ko kiya.”
Ayaan ne uske maathe ko apne maathe se lagaaya.
“Phir mujhe barbaad mat karna.
Bas aaj raat…
mujhe yahin rehne do.
Bina kuch kiye.
Sirf…
aapke paas.”
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske aankhon se pani nikalne laga.
Usne Ayaan ko apne seene se laga liya.
Zor se.
Jaise koi doobta hua aadmi last sahara pakadta hai.
Ayaan ne uske baal sehlaaye.
Uske peeth par haath pheraa.
Koi jaldbazi nahi.
Koi lalach nahi.
Sirf saath.
Bahut der baad Suman ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha,
“Tu so ja.
Main…
yahin hoon.”
Ayaan ne uske liye bed par jagah banayi.
Dono lit gaye.
Suman ne Ayaan ka sir apne kandhe par rakh liya.
Ayaan ne uska haath pakad liya.
Andhera tha.
Sirf unki saansein thin.
Suman ne aankhein kholi hui rakhi.
Woh ceiling ko dekh rahi thi.
Uske dimaag mein do awaazein lad rahi thin.
Ek kehti thi —
Is ladke ko bhi le lo.
Shareer do.
Bhook shant hogi.
Doosri kehti thi —
Mat chhoo.
Yeh alag hai.
Yeh tujhe nahi maang raha.
Yeh tujhe mehsoos kar raha hai.
Suman ne Ayaan ke baal sehlaaye.
Woh so chuka tha.
Uske chehre par ek shaanti thi jo Suman ne bahut dinon se nahi dekhi thi.
Usne dheere se kaha,
sirf apne liye,
“Main tujhe nahi todoongi, Ayaan…
try karungi.
Kitna bhi mushkil ho.”
Lekin uske andar bhook
ab bhi
jaag rahi thi.
Aur is baar
woh bhook
sirf shareer nahi
chahti thi.
Woh is narmi ko
bhi
kha jaana chahti thi.

Raat gehli hoti gayi.
Kamre mein koi light nahi thi. Sirf khidki se shehar ki door ki roshni aa rahi thi, jo deewar par ek dhindhla sa noor bana rahi thi. Ayaan Suman ke kandhe par sir rakh kar so raha tha. Uski saans dheemi aur ek jeisi thi. Haath ab bhi Suman ke haath mein tha, jaise neend mein bhi use pakde rakhna chahta ho.
Suman ne aankhein kholi hui rakhi.
Woh Ayaan ke baalon ko dheere-dheere sehla rahi thi.
Uske ungliyon ke neeche yeh baal bahut naram the. Bahut saaf.
Is 19 saal ke ladke ke shareer se koi bhook nahi aa rahi thi. Sirf ek narmi aa rahi thi jo Suman ke liye ab ajnabi ban chuki thi.
Uske andar bhook hilti rahi.
Isse bhi le lo.
Iske honth pehle se hi tere muh par hain.
Bas thoda aur gehra chhoo lo.
Yeh bhi toh shareer hai.
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Usne is awaaz ko dabaane ki koshish ki.
Lekin awaaz peeche nahi hati.
Woh dheere se Ayaan ki taraf mudi.
Uske soye hue chehre ko dekha.
Maathe par ek-do baal gire hue the. Honth halka sa khule hue the.
Suman ne un honthon ko dekha.
Phir apne honth unke kareeb le gayi.
Bas chhua.
Halka sa.
Ayaan ne neend mein hi hothon ko thoda sa hilaaya.
Usne Suman ka naam nahi liya. Bas ek dabi hui siskari si nikalii.
Suman ne doosri baar chooma.
Is baar thoda gehra.
Ayaan ki aankhein dheere se khuli.
Andhere mein bhi usne Suman ko pehchan liya.
Usne kuch nahi kaha.
Bas uske baalon mein haath daal diya aur choomban ko jawab diya.
Yeh choomban ab park wale choombanon jaisa nahi tha.
Ismein ek bhook thi.
Suman ki bhook.
Jo dheere-dheere uske control se bahar nikal rahi thi.
Suman ne Ayaan ko apne upar khinch liya.
Uske shareer ka wazan apne upar mehsoos kiya.
Ayaan ka seena uske seene se sat gaya.
Dono ki dhadkanen ek dusre mein ghulne lagi.
Ayaan ne Suman ke kaan ke paas dheere se kaha,
“Aap…
kaamp rahi ho.”
Suman ne uske honthon ko phir se dhoondha.
“Chup…
bas choomte raho.”
Ayaan ne usse aur gehra chooma.
Uske haath Suman ki kamar par the.
Kapdon ke upar.
Koi neeche nahi gaya.
Lekin uske haath kaamp rahe the.
Suman ne Ayaan ka haath pakad kar apne seene par rakh diya.
Kapdon ke upar.
Uske doodh ki narmi Ayaan ke hatheli ke neeche thi.
Ayaan ki saans ruk si gayi.
Usne haath nahi hataya.
Lekin usne Suman ke chehre ko dekha.
“Aap…
sach mein yeh chahti ho?” usne dheemi awaaz mein poocha.
Suman ne aankhein kholi.
Andhere mein uski aankhein gehli thin.
“Main nahi jaanti,” usne kaha.
“Main…
kuch nahi jaanti ab.
Bas itna jaanti hoon ki jab tu mere kareeb hota hai…
toh meri bhook thodi der ke liye chup ho jaati hai.”
Ayaan ne uske maathe ko chooma.
“Phir main yahin rehta hoon.
Jitni der aap chahein.”
Suman ne usse apne seene se laga liya.
Zor se.
Uske aanson ne Ayaan ke t-shirt ko bhigona shuru kar diya.
“Main tujhe barbaad kar doongi,” usne dohraaya.
“Main har kisi ko barbaad karti hoon.”
Ayaan ne uske baal sehlaate hue kaha,
“Phir try mat karna.
Bas aaj raat…
mujhe apne paas rehne do.
Bina kuch tode.”
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Usne Ayaan ke dil ki dhadkan ko sunna shuru kiya.
Ek jeisi.
Shaant.
Zinda.
Uske andar bhook ab bhi thi.
Woh deewar ke peeche khadi hokar dekh rahi thi.
Intezar kar rahi thi.
Lekin aaj raat
Suman ne usse
andar nahi aane diya.
Woh Ayaan ko pakde hue litte rahi.
Kabhi uske baal sehlaati.
Kabhi uske honthon ko dheere se choomti.
Kabhi sirf uski saans ko mehsoos karti.
Subah ke 4 baj rahe the.
Ayaan so chuka tha.
Suman ab bhi jaag rahi thi.
Usne Ayaan ke chehre ko dekha.
Phir dheere se kaha,
“Tu mujhe bacha nahi sakta, Ayaan…
lekin
aaj raat
tu ne mujhe
thoda sa
insaani banaya.”
Uske aankhon se pani behte raha.
Aur uske andar
bhook
pehle se zyada
bhookhi
hoti gayi.

Subah ka ujala dheere-dheere khidki se andar aaya.
Ayaan abhi bhi soya hua tha. Uske baal Suman ke seene par bikhre hue the, ek haath uski kamar par tha. Saans dheemi thi. Chehre par wohi shaanti thi jo raat bhar Suman ko takti rahi thi.
Suman ne aankhein kholi hui rakhi thi.
Usne raat bhar bilkul nahi soya tha.
Uske andar bhook ab pehle se kahin zyada teez thi.
Jaise usne raat bhar usse dabaye rakha, toh ab woh aur bhi bhookhi hokar wapas aa gayi ho. Woh pet ke neeche se uth kar uske seene, uske honthon, uske haathon tak fail rahi thi. Har baar jab Ayaan ki saans uske shareer se takrati, bhook aur teez ho jaati.
Suman ne dheere se Ayaan ka haath apni kamar se hataya.
Uth kar baith gayi.
Baal uske chehre par gir rahe the. Aankhon ke neeche gehre nishaan the.
Ayaan ne aankhein kholi.
Usne Suman ko bed ke kinare baithi dekhte hue turant uth kar baith gaya.
“Aap…
soyi nahi?” usne dheemi awaaz mein poocha.
Suman ne sir hilaaya.
“Nahi.”
Ayaan ne uske kareeb hote hue kaha,
“Main…
yahaan mat rehta agar aapko takleef ho rahi ho.”
Suman ne uski taraf dekha.
Uske aankhon mein thakan thi, lekin uske peeche kuch aur bhi tha — ek ajeeb si jang.
“Tu takleef nahi de raha,” usne kaha.
“Main khud se lad rahi hoon.”
Ayaan ne uska haath pakad liya.
“Kis se lad rahi ho?”
Suman ne thodi der chup raha.
Phir boli,
“Ek aisi cheez se jo main tujhe nahi bata sakti.
Jo mere andar hai.
Jo mujhe…
barbaad karti hai.
Aur jo bhi mere kareeb aata hai…
usse bhi.”
Ayaan ne uske haath ko apne dono haathon mein le liya.
“Phir mujhe bhi barbaad kar do.
Main darta nahi.”
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Usne Ayaan ka haath chhodne ki koshish ki, lekin Ayaan ne nahi chhoda.
“Mat keh aise,” Suman ne kaamp’ti awaaz mein kaha.
“Tu nahi jaanta main kya hoon.”
Ayaan ne uske kareeb aake uske maathe ko chooma.
Phir aankhon ko.
Phir honthon ko.
Suman ne pehle toh rukne ki koshish ki, lekin uske honthon ne jawab de diya.
Choomban dheere-dheere gehra hota gaya.
Ayaan ka haath uski kamar par tha.
Suman ka haath uske baalon mein.
Thodi der baad Suman ne Ayaan ka haath pakad kar apne seene par rakh diya.
Kapdon ke upar.
Uske doodh ki narmi Ayaan ki hatheli ke neeche thi.
Ayaan ki saans tez ho gayi.
Lekin usne haath nahi badhaya.
Sirf wahi rakha.
Suman ne uske kaan ke paas dheere se kaha,
“Main chahti hoon tu mujhe chhooе…
lekin main darti hoon.
Ki agar tu ne mujhe sach mein chhoo liya…
toh main wahi kar baithungi
jo main hamesha karti aayi hoon.”
Ayaan ne uske chehre ko apne haathon mein liya.
“Toh mat karna.
Main aapse kuch nahi maang raha.
Na aapka shareer, na aapka andhera.
Sirf…
aapke paas baithne do.”
Suman ki aankhein bhar aayi.
Usne Ayaan ko apne seene se laga liya.
Zor se.
“Tu bahut seedha hai, Ayaan…
bahut naram.
Main tujhe kha jaaungi.”
Ayaan ne uske baal sehlaate hue kaha,
“Phir bhi main yahin hoon.”
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske andar bhook ab chilaa rahi thi.
Ise bhi le lo.
Abhi.
Iske naram haath, iske honth, iska shareer…
sab tumhara ho sakta hai.
Suman ne daant pees liye.
Usne Ayaan ko aur zor se pakad liya, jaise usse khud se bacha rahi ho.
“Jaane de mujhe aaj,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha.
“Main…
khud se lad rahi hoon.
Agar tu aur kareeb aaya…
toh main haar jaaungi.”
Ayaan ne uska chehra uthaya.
Uske aankhon mein samajh thi.
Usne Suman ke maathe par ek lambaa choomban diya aur kaha,
“Theek hai.
Main jaata hoon.
Lekin main door nahi jaaunga.
Jab bhi aap ready ho…
main milne aa jaaunga.”
Suman ne sir hilaaya.
Uske aanso ab ruk nahi rahe the.
Ayaan ne kapde pehne.
Darwaze par jaate hue usne ek baar phir mud kar dekha.
“Main intezaar karunga.”
Darwaza band hote hi Suman bed par gir gayi.
Usne muh mein pillow daboch liya aur royi.
Zor se.
Uske andar bhook ab khul kar hans rahi thi.
Dekha?
Tu usse bhi nahi bacha paayi.
Jald hi
tu use bhi
kha jaayegi.
Suman ne pillow ko aur zor se pakad liya.
Lekin is baar
uske roone mein
sirf dard nahi tha.
Ek naya, khatarnak sa ehsaas bhi tha —
ki shayad
yeh ladka
usse
sach mein
badal sakta hai.
Aur yahi baat
uski bhook ko
sabse zyada
dara rahi thi.

Raat ke barah bajne se pehle hi dard shuru ho gaya tha.
Suman bathroom ke sheeshe ke saamne khadi thi. Dono haath sink pakde hue. Shareer ke andar haddi-haddi mein khichav ho raha tha. Chamdi tanav mehsoos kar rahi thi. Yeh dard ab naya nahi tha, lekin is baar woh usse zyada nahi lad rahi thi.
Usne aankhein band kar li.
Ayaan ka chehra aankhon ke peeche aa gaya.


Uske naram haath, uski soft awaaz, uska woh kehna — “Main aapse kuch nahi maang raha.”
Suman ne daant pees liye.
“Maaf kar dena,” usne dheere se kaha.
“Ek hafte…
bas ek hafte.”
Dard teez hua.
Shareer badalne laga.
Subah jab usne aankhein kholi, toh sheeshe mein Aarav khada tha.
Wahi chehra.
Wahi aankhein.
Lekin ab un aankhon mein woh narmi nahi thi jo Suman ke last kuch dinon mein aa rahi thi.
Ab wapas woh thandi, andheri bhook thi.
Aarav ne apne haath ko dekha.
Phir sink ke paani se munh dhoya.
Usne phone uthaya.
Ayaan ka number Suman ne save karke rakha tha.
Usne message type kiya:
“Ayaan, main Suman ki taraf se likh rahi hoon.
Mujhe ek hafte ke liye dusre shehar jaana pad raha hai, kaam se.
Main theek hoon.
Tension mat lena.
Wapas aake milungi.”
Send kar diya.
Phir Aarav ne kapde pehne — simple shirt, jeans.
Chehre par koi expression nahi tha.
Woh jaanta tha ki Ayaan park mein wait karega.
Isliye woh khud wahaan gaya.
Park mein Ayaan bench par baitha tha.
Haath mein phone.
Bar-bar screen check kar raha tha.
Aarav uske saamne jaakar khada ho gaya.
Ayaan ne sir uthaya.
Pehli nazar mein woh thoda confuse hua.
Yeh aadmi usse nahi jaanta tha.
Aarav ne seedha kaha,
“Tu Ayaan hai?”
Ayaan ne slow se sir hilaaya.
“Haan…
aap?”
“Main Aarav.
Suman ka beta.”
Ayaan ki aankhein thodi phail gayi.
Woh uth kar khada ho gaya.
“Suman…
aapki maa?”
Aarav ne sir hilaaya.
“Haan.
Woh aaj subah nikal gayi hain.
Ek hafte ke liye dusre shehar.
Kaam se.
Unhone kaha tha ki agar tu park aaye toh tujhe bata doon.”
Ayaan ne thodi der kuch nahi kaha.
Phir usne dheere se poocha,
“Woh…
theek hain na?”
Aarav ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Uske andar kuch hilaa, lekin usne usse dabaya.
“Haan.
Theek hain.
Bas kaam aa gaya tha.”
Ayaan ne neeche dekha.
Uske haath kaamp rahe the.
“Unhone…
mera number save kiya tha.
Maine message kiya tha.
Reply nahi aaya.”
Aarav ne pocket se phone nikaal kar dikhaya.
“Yahi se message gaya hai unke phone se.
Unhone kaha tha ki tu pareshan mat hona.”
Ayaan ne phone ki taraf dekha, phir Aarav ki taraf.
Uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa expression tha —
jaise woh kuch samajhne ki koshish kar raha ho, lekin samajh nahi paa raha.
“Aap…
unke beta ho?” usne phir se poocha.
Aarav ne thoda sa muskuraane ki koshish ki.
Woh muskaan nahi bani.
“Haan.
Main unke saath hi rehta hoon.
Kabhi-kabhi.”
Ayaan ne sir hilaaya.
“Theek hai.
Jab woh aayein…
toh unse kehna ki main intezaar kar raha hoon.”
Aarav ne usse dekha.
Is 19 saal ke ladke ki aankhon mein wohi narmi thi jo Suman ko chhoo gayi thi.
Us narmi ko dekh kar Aarav ke andar bhook thodi si hil gayi.
Lekin usne sirf itna kaha,
“Keh doonga.”
Phir woh wahaan se chal diya.
Ayaan uske peeche dekhte raha.
Uske dimaag mein ek ajeeb sa sawaal ghum raha tha —
Suman ke beta ki aankhein…
bilkul Suman jaisi kyoon hain?
Aarav flat wapas aaya.
Usne sheeshe mein apne aap ko dekha.
“Ek hafte,” usne khud se kaha.
“Bas ek hafte.
Uske baad…
dekhte hain.”
Usne window se bahar dekha.
Naya shehar ki roshni thi.
Ab Suman nahi thi.
Ab sirf Aarav tha.
Aur Aarav ki bhook
ek hafte baad
wapis Suman banne se pehle
kuch aur
khaana chahti thi.

Aarav ne us din flat se bahar nikalne ki koshish nahi ki.
Woh khidki ke paas kursi par baitha raha. Neeche shehar ki traffic ki awaazein aa rahi thin, lekin uske kaan un awaazon ko nahi sun rahe the. Uske dimaag mein sirf do cheezein ghum rahi thin —
Ayaan ki aankhein,
aur Suman ka woh aakhiri choomban.
Usne aankhein band kar li.
Ayaan ka chehra saaf aa gaya.
Us 19 saal ke ladke ne Suman ko jis tarah se dekha tha, us tarah se kisi ne nahi dekha tha. Na Rina ne, na Kavita ne, na Meera ne. Usne Suman ke andhere ko nahi maanga tha. Usne sirf uske paas baithna maanga tha.
Aarav ne mutthi band ki.
“Ek hafte,” usne phir se khud se kaha.
“Bas ek hafte.
Uske baad Suman wapas aayegi.
Phir…
dekh lenge.”
Lekin uske andar bhook is baat se sehmat nahi thi.
Bhook ab pehle jaisi nahi rahi thi.
Shanti Vihar wali bhook mein ek tarah ka khel tha, ek tarah ki pyas thi.
Ab jo bhook thi, woh sukhi thi.
Andheri thi.
Aur bilkul akeli thi.
Shaam ko Aarav ne finally flat se nikalne ka faisla kiya.
Usne simple black shirt aur jeans pehne.
Chehre par koi expression nahi tha.
Woh shehar ke us hisse mein gaya jahaan raat ko bhi log milte the — bars, lounges, thodi si bheed wale corners.
Ek lounge mein usne counter par jaakar whisky maangi.
Pehla ghoont lete hi uske gale mein jalan hui. Usne doosra ghoont bhi liya.
Tabhi uske bagal mein ek aurat aa kar khadi ho gayi.
Umar shayad 29-30. Tight maroon dress. Baal khule. Aankhon mein woh nazar thi jo seedha invitation deti hai.
Usne Aarav ko upar se neeche tak dekha aur boli,
“Akele pi rahe ho?”
Aarav ne uski taraf dekha.
Uske andar bhook hilti hui mehsoos hui.
Lekin is baar usmein koi uttejana nahi thi. Sirf ek thandi si zaroorat thi.
“Haan,” usne kaha.
“Akele hi hoon.”
Aurat ne muskura kar apna glass uske glass se takraya.
“Main bhi.
Naam hai Naina.”
Aarav ne apna naam nahi bataya.
Bas itna kaha,
“Aaj naam ki zaroorat nahi.”
Naina thodi hairaan hui, lekin uski aankhon mein bhook dekh kar usne aur kuch nahi poocha.
Usne apna haath Aarav ke haath ke kareeb rakha.
“Toh phir…
sirf aaj raat?”
Aarav ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Uske dimaag mein ek second ke liye Ayaan ka chehra aa gaya — woh naram si muskaan, woh kehna ki “Main aapse kuch nahi maang raha.”
Aarav ne us chehre ko daba diya.
Usne Naina ki taraf dekhte hue kaha,
“Haan.
Sirf aaj raat.”
Naina ne apna glass rakh diya.
“Chalo phir.”
Naina ka flat lounge se 15 minute ki doori par tha.
Andar aate hi usne light kam kar di aur Aarav ki shirt ke button kholne lagi.
Aarav ne uske haath pakad liye.
Ek second ke liye.
Phir chhod diye.
Usne khud apni shirt utaar di.
Phir Naina ke dress ka zipper neeche kiya.
Dress farsh par gir gaya.
Neeche black lingerie thi.
Aarav ne usse bed tak dhakel diya.
Koi choomban nahi.
Koi narmi nahi.
Sirf ek thandi, seedhi bhook.
Usne Naina ki bra khol di.
Doodh bahar aaye.
Usne unhein haath mein liya, dabaya, lekin uske chehre par koi ehsaas nahi tha.
Naina ne uska belt khola.
Pant neeche ki.
Aarav ka lund bahar aaya — sakht, lekin uski aankhon mein koi maza nahi tha.
Usne Naina ko litaya.
Panty ek jhatke mein khinch li.
Phir bina kisi der ke apna lund uski choot mein daal diya.
Naina ki siskari nikalii —
“Aahhh…”
Aarav ne dhakke shuru kiye.
Tez.
Gehre.
Koi baat nahi.
Koi gaali nahi.
Sirf shareer ki awaazein.
Naina ke muh se siskariyan nikal rahi thin, lekin Aarav unhein nahi sun raha tha.
Uske dimaag mein ek doosri awaaz thi —
Yeh nahi hai.
Yeh woh narmi nahi hai.
Yeh woh ladka nahi hai.
Usne aankhein band kar li aur dhakke aur tez kar diye.
Naina jhadne lagi.
Aarav ne bhi thodi der baad apna pani uske andar gira diya.
Phir woh uske upar se hat gaya.
Seedha bathroom chala gaya.
Jab woh wapas aaya toh Naina bed par litte hue thi.
Usne Aarav ko dekhte hue kaha,
“Tum…
bahut thande ho.
Jaise kuch mehsoos hi nahi karte.”
Aarav ne apni shirt uthate hue kaha,
“Aaj raat bas itna hi tha.”
Woh flat se nikal gaya.
Raat ke 1 baj rahe the.
Aarav apne flat ki taraf chal raha tha.
Uske shareer ne bhook toh shant kar li thi.
Lekin uske andar woh khali pan
ab pehle se zyada
gehr a
ho gaya tha.
Usne aankhein uthar kar shehar ki roshni ko dekha.
“Ek hafte,” usne phir se kaha.
“Bas ek hafte.
Phir Suman aayegi.
Phir…
us ladke ke paas.”
Lekin uske andar ek awaaz ne jawaab diya —
Agar Suman wapas gayi…
toh tu usse bhi
barbaad kar dega.
Aarav ne mutthi band ki.
Is baar
uske paas
koi jawaab
nahi tha.

Doosre din Aarav ne phir se park jaane ka faisla kiya.
Is baar woh Suman ka message lekar nahi gaya tha.
Woh khud Ayaan se milna chahta tha.
Uske andar ek ajeeb si bechaini thi. Ayaan ki narmi uske dimaag se nahi nikal rahi thi. Woh narmi uski bhook ko irritate kar rahi thi, lekin usse kheench bhi rahi thi.
Park mein Ayaan wahi wali bench par baitha tha.
Haath mein kitaab thi, lekin woh padh nahi raha tha. Sirf soch raha tha.
Aarav uske saamne jaakar khada ho gaya.
Ayaan ne sir uthaya.
“Aap…
Aarav bhai?”
Aarav ne sir hilaaya.
“Haan.
Kal jo baat hui thi…
uske baare mein soch raha tha.
Tu akela hi rehta hai yahaan?”
Ayaan ne kitaab band ki.
“Nahi.
Ghar par maa hai, badi sister hai, aur Tai ji bhi saath rehti hain.
Papa nahi rahe.”
Aarav ne thoda sa interest dikhaya.
“Accha.
Main…
naya hoon is shehar mein.
Koi jaan-pehchaan nahi.
Agar tujhe koi problem na ho toh…
kabhi-kabhi milte raha karte hain?”
Ayaan thoda surprise hua, lekin usne muskura diya.
“Haan, bilkul.
Aap Suman…
matlab aapki mummy ke beta ho.
Unse related ho toh mujhe achha hi lagega.”
Aarav ne andar hi andar daant pees liye.
Lekin chehre par koi expression nahi aaya.
“Chal,” usne kaha.
“Aaj free hai toh ghar chalte hain.
Teri family se mil leta hoon.”
Ayaan thoda soch mein pad gaya, phir sir hilaaya.
“Theek hai.
Chalo.”
Ayaan ka ghar shehar ke ek purane but clean colony mein tha.
Do floor ki building. Neeche chhota sa garden.
Andar step rakhte hi ek soft itr ki khushboo aayi.
Pehle jo mili, woh Ayaan ki badi sister thi.
Naam: Ishita
25 saal. College mein final year.
Lambi, gori, seedhi kamar. Baal shoulder tak. Simple kurti mein thi. Chehre par halki si seriousness thi, lekin aankhein teez thin. Usne Aarav ko upar se neeche tak dekha aur dheere se boli,
“Ayaan, yeh?”
“Yeh Aarav bhai hain.
Suman aunty ke beta.
Unse milne aaye the park.”
Ishita ne sir hilaaya.
“Hello.”
Uske baad drawing room mein Maa aayi.
Naam: Mrs. Malhotra (Ayaan ki maa)
45 saal.
Lekin shareer dekh kar koi 45 nahi kehta.
Bhari hui, gadraayi hui figure.
Badi-badi aankhein, bharе hue honth, aur neeche badi, gol, tight gaand jo uske simple saree ke neeche bhi saaf dikh rahi thi.
Blouse thoda tight tha, jisse uske bade doodhon ka shape clear tha.
Chalne mein bhi uske shareer ka wazan mehsoos hota tha.
Ek tarah ki mature, garam si presence thi usmein.
Usne Aarav ko dekhte hi muskura diya.
“Aao beta.
Ayaan ne bataya nahi ki koi aa raha hai.”
Aarav ne haath jodte hue kaha,
“Namaste aunty.
Main Aarav.
Suman ka beta.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne usse gaur se dekha.
Uski badi aankhon mein ek second ke liye kuch ruka.
Phir usne kaha,
“Suman…
woh wali jo park mein Ayaan se milti thi?”
“Haan.”
Usne sir hilaaya.
“Accha.
Baitho beta.
Kya loge? Chai? Coffee?”
Tabhi andar se ek aur awaaz aayi.
Tai ji nikal kar aayi.
Umar: 65
Lekin dekhne se bilkul 35 ki lagti thi.
Shareer itna tight aur maintained tha ki yakeen nahi hota tha.
Lambi frame, kamar patli, doodh ab bhi uthе hue, aur gaand goli hui.
Baal mein thodi si safedi thi, lekin chehra tight tha.
Usne light pink colour ka gown pehna tha jo uske shareer se chipka hua tha.
Usne Aarav ko dekhte hi ek alag si nazar se dekha.
Jaise woh sirf dekh nahi rahi, jaanch rahi ho.
“Yeh kaun hai?” usne dheemi, thodi si husky awaaz mein poocha.
Ayaan ne jaldi se bataya,
“Tai ji, yeh Aarav bhai hain.
Suman aunty ke beta.”
Tai ji ne Aarav ko upar se neeche tak dekha.
Uski nazar uske kandhon, phir chehre, phir aankhon par ruki.
“Suman…
uska beta,” usne dohraaya.
Phir halka sa muskura diya.
“Baitho.”
Aarav ne baithte hue un teenon ko ek baar phir se dekha.
Ishita — 25, teez, controlled.
Maa — 45, bhari hui, gadraayi, badi aankhein, badi gaand, mature garam presence.
Tai ji — 65, lekin shareer bilkul jawan, tight, aur aankhon mein ek alag hi andaz.
Uske andar bhook dheere se jagti hui mehsoos hui.
Lekin is baar woh bhook
sirf ek shareer nahi
maang rahi thi.
Woh is ghar ki
hawa
ko
soongh rahi thi.
Ayaan ne chai laane ke liye kitchen ki taraf chal diya.
Aarav sofe par baitha tha.
Mrs. Malhotra uske saamne kursi par baithi thi.
Tai ji uske bagal wali kursi par.
Ishita door se khadi hokar dekh rahi thi.
Mrs. Malhotra ne Aarav ki taraf dekhte hue kaha,
“Tumhari maa…
bahut akeli lagti thi Ayaan ko.
Woh roz baat karta tha uske baare mein.”
Aarav ne sir hilaaya.
“Haan.
Woh…
akeli hi hain.”
Tai ji ne tab bolna shuru kiya.
Uski awaaz mein ek ajeeb si narmi thi,
“Akeli auratein…
kabhi-kabhi bahut khatarnak hoti hain.
Ya phir…
bahut tooti hui.”
Aarav ne uski taraf dekha.
Tai ji usse dekh rahi thi.
Uski aankhon mein ek aisi baat thi jaise woh kuch aur hi padh rahi ho.
Ayaan chai lekar aa gaya.
Ghar mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi chha gayi thi.
Aarav ne chai ka cup haath mein liya.
Lekin uski nazar
baar-baar
Mrs. Malhotra ki bhari hui figure
aur
Tai ji ke tight shareer
par
chali ja rahi thi.
Uske andar bhook
ab
muskura rahi thi.

Aarav ne us raat ghar wapas aakar sofa par baithte hue clear faisla le liya tha.
Ayaan ki family ordinary nahi thi.
Yeh koi bar ya lounge ki auratein nahi thin jo ek drink ke baad paas aa jaayein.
Yahaan sab kuch dheere hona tha.
Soch-samajh kar.
Bina kisi jaldbazi ke.
Usne apne dimaag mein teen alag targets banaaye:
Ishita (25) — Controlled, thodi serious, college girl. Isse impress karne ke liye dimaag aur seriousness dikhani hogi.
Mrs. Malhotra (45) — Mature, gadraayi hui, bhari figure. Isse respect, thodi si madad, aur controlled attention se kaam chalega.
Tai ji (65, looks 35) — Sabse mushkil. Aankhein teez hain, sehti hui nahi dikhti. Isse sabse zyada careful rehna hoga.
Aarav ne decide kiya — agle 5 din sirf impress karne ke liye use karega.
Sex ki koi jaldbazi nahi.
Din 1
Subah Aarav ne Ayaan ko message kiya:
“Kal ghar aaya tha. Achi family hai teri. Agar free ho toh aaj shaam ko phir aa jaaun? Akela rehta hoon, baat karne ko koi nahi.”
Ayaan ne turant reply kiya — “Haan bhai, aana.”
Shaam ko Aarav phir se unke ghar pahuncha.
Is baar usne haath mein mithai ka ek chhota sa packet liya tha.
Mrs. Malhotra ne darwaza khola.
Usne Aarav ko dekhte hi halki si muskaan di.
“Aayo beta. Phir aa gaye?”
Aarav ne jode haath se namaste kiya aur packet aage badhaya.
“Aunty, kal achanak aa gaya tha. Aaj socha kuch leke aata hoon. Bahut simple hai.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne packet liya.
Uske bade, bharе hue honthon par halki si muskaan thi.
“Itni takleef nahi karni thi. Chalo andar baitho.”
Andar Ishita laptop par kuch type kar rahi thi.
Usne sirf ek nazar maari aur wapas screen par dekhne lagi.
Tai ji drawing room mein magazine padh rahi thi.
Usne Aarav ko dekha, lekin kuch nahi kaha.
Sirf uski aankhein uspar thodi der rukii.
Aarav ne is baar Ayaan ke saath hi zyada time bitaya.
College, shehar, books ke baare mein baatein ki.
Beech-beech mein Mrs. Malhotra bhi aa jaati thi. Aarav har baar uth kar unhe respect deta tha. Cup unke haath se khud le leta tha.
Ek baar jab Mrs. Malhotra kitchen se nikal rahi thi, toh Aarav ne dheere se kaha,
“Aunty, aap itna sab khud karti hain. Thoda rest bhi kar liya kijiye.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne uski taraf dekha.
Uski badi aankhon mein ek second ke liye kuch soft sa guzra.
“Aadat ho gayi hai beta. Kaam kiye bina nahi reh paati.”
Aarav ne sirf itna kaha,
“Phir bhi.
Kabhi-kabhi baith bhi liya kijiye.”
Tai ji ne yeh baat sun li thi.
Usne magazine se nazar uthayi, Aarav ko dekha, aur phir se magazine mein dekhne lagi.
Lekin uski aankhon mein ek chhoti si assessment thi.
Din 2
Is baar Aarav ne Ishita ke liye approach change kiya.
Ayaan se pata chala ki Ishita history mein masters kar rahi hai aur uska ek assignment pending hai.
Shaam ko jab Aarav gaya, toh usne Ishita se seedha poocha,
“Ayaan bata raha tha aapka assignment chal raha hai. Agar koi help chahiye ho toh bataana. Main bhi history background se hoon thoda.”
Ishita ne pehli baar usse dhyan se dekha.
“Aapko history aati hai?”
“Thodi bahut.
Sources nikalne mein madad kar sakta hoon.”
Ishita thodi der sochti rahi, phir boli,
“Kal apna laptop le aana.
Dekhte hain.”
Yeh pehli baar tha jab Ishita ne usse ek se zyada sentence mein jawab diya tha.
Mrs. Malhotra ne yeh baat sun li.
Usne kitchen se nikal kar kaha,
“Ishita kabhi kisi se help nahi maangti.
Tumhari kismat achhi hai.”
Aarav ne bas muskura kar sir hilaaya.
Tai ji ne phir se kuch nahi kaha.
Lekin us din usne Aarav ko do baar tezi se dekha.
Din 3
Aarav ne ab Tai ji ko soft target banaya.
Usne notice kiya tha ki Tai ji roz shaam ko terrace par 15-20 minute walk karti hain.
Us din Aarav thodi der pehle pahuncha aur Ayaan se kaha,
“Main upar terrace dekh kar aata hoon. Thodi hawa le loon.”
Terrace par Tai ji pehle se thi.
Pink gown mein.
Baal thode se khule hue.
Shareer ki making ab bhi tight thi.
Aarav ne thodi door se kaha,
“Tai ji, aap roz yahaan aati hain?”
Tai ji ne mud kar dekha.
“Haan.
Hawa lene.
Tum?”
“Main bhi.
Neeche thoda heavy laga.”
Tai ji ne usse upar se neeche tak dekha.
Phir boli,
“Tumhari umar mein log heavy nahi feel karte.
Tum zyada sochte ho.”
Aarav ne halka sa muskura diya.
“Shayad.
Aap…
bahut active dikhti hain apni umar se.”
Tai ji ne ek second ruk kar kaha,
“Umar sirf number hoti hai.
Shareer aur dimaag alag chalte hain.”
Itni baat karke woh chup ho gayi.
Lekin usne Aarav ko wahaan se jaane nahi kaha.
Dono 10 minute tak chupchaap terrace par khade rahe.
Neeche Mrs. Malhotra ne notice kiya ki Aarav Tai ji ke saath terrace se utar raha hai.
Uske chehre par ek halka sa sawaal tha, lekin usne kuch nahi poocha.
Din 4 aur 5 ka base
Aarav ne yeh samajh liya tha ki:
Ishita ko intellectual respect chahiye.
Mrs. Malhotra ko care aur thodi si importance chahiye.
Tai ji ko force nahi, balki space ke saath presence chahiye.
Usne agle do din bhi yahi pattern follow kiya.
Kabhi Ishita ke assignment mein madad ki.
Kabhi Mrs. Malhotra ka bag kitchen tak le gaya.
Kabhi Tai ji ke saath terrace par 10 minute chup chaap khada raha.
Koi overt move nahi kiya.
Koi flirt nahi kiya.
Koi unnecessary smile nahi diya.
Lekin har din
teenon ki nazar
uspar
thodi der zyada
rukne lagi thi.
Particularly Mrs. Malhotra ki badi aankhein
aur
Tai ji ki teez nazar.
Aarav raat ko flat mein aakar sofe par baithte hue sochta tha —
“Yeh log asaan nahi hain.
Lekin
darwaza
dheere-dheere
khil raha hai.”
Uske andar bhook
ab
sabr
se
intezaar
kar rahi thi.

Din 4
Aarav aaj thoda pehle pahuncha tha.
Ayaan college gaya hua tha. Ishita apne room mein assignment bana rahi thi. Drawing room mein sirf Mrs. Malhotra thi. Woh sofe par baithi hui thi, pair fold kiye hue, saree ka pallu kandhe par tha. Uske bade shareer ka wazan sofe par saaf mehsoos ho raha tha. Badi aankhein thaki hui thin, lekin unmein wohi mature softness thi.
Aarav ne andar aate hi namaste kiya.
“Aunty, Ayaan nahi hai kya?”
“College gaya hai beta.
Baitho.
Chai laati hoon.”
Aarav ne turant kaha,
“Main le aata hoon aunty.
Aap baithi rahiye.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne uski taraf dekha.
Ek second rukii.
Phir dheere se boli,
“Theek hai.
Kitchen mein rakhii hui hai.”
Aarav kitchen gaya.
Usne tray mein chai ka cup, thodi si namkeen aur ek glass paani arrange kiya. Wapas aakar table par rakha.
Mrs. Malhotra ne cup haath mein liya.
Uske bharе hue honthon ne halka sa touch kiya cup ko.
“Tumhari maa ne achhe se values di hain tumhe,” usne kaha.
Aarav ne sir hilaaya.
“Unhone hi sikhaya hai.”
Thodi der khamoshi rahi.
Phir Mrs. Malhotra ne dheere se poocha,
“Tumhari maa…
kab aa rahi hain?”
Aarav ne controlled awaaz mein kaha,
“Is hafte ke end tak.
Kaam thoda phail gaya hai.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne sir hilaaya.
Usne Aarav ko ek nazar aur dekha.
Is baar uski nazar sirf chehre par nahi, thodi der uske haathor aur tarike par bhi ruki.
Tabhi Tai ji andar aayi.
Usne light blue colour ka salwar suit pehna tha. Shareer uske kapdon mein bhi tight aur set dikh raha tha.
Usne dono ko dekhte hue kaha,
“Chai ho rahi hai?”
Aarav turant khada ho gaya.
“Tai ji, main aapke liye bhi le aata hoon.”
Tai ji ne usse dekha.
Is baar uski aankhon mein pehli baar thoda sa surprise tha.
Usne mana nahi kiya.
Aarav ne doosri chai laakar unhe di.
Tai ji ne cup liya aur dheere se boli,
“Tum bahut service wale ho.”
Aarav ne halka sa jawaab diya,
“Aadat hai.”
Tai ji ne kuch nahi kaha.
Lekin usne baithte waqt Aarav ke bagal wali kursi nahi, uske thoda sa saamne wali kursi chooni.
Ishita shaam ko hi bahar aayi.
Usne Aarav ko dekhte hi kaha,
“Aapne jo sources kal bheje the, unse kaam ho gaya.
Thank you.”
Yeh pehli baar tha jab Ishita ne khud se thank you kaha tha.
Aarav ne bas itna kaha,
“Koi baat nahi.
Agar aur kuch chahiye ho toh bataana.”
Ishita ne sir hilaaya aur wapas apne room mein chali gayi.
Lekin uske jaane se pehle uski nazar ek second ke liye Aarav par ruki thi.
Din 5
Aaj Aarav ne thoda alag approach try kiya.
Usne Ayaan se pehle hi baat kar li thi ki woh ghar ke kuch chhote kaam mein madad kar dena chahta hai. Ayaan ne maa se pooch liya tha, unhone mana nahi kiya.
Shaam ko Aarav ne Mrs. Malhotra ka heavy grocery bag gate se uthaya aur kitchen tak le gaya.
Mrs. Malhotra peeche-peeche aa rahi thi.
“Beta, itna heavy hai, main khud le leti,” usne kaha.
Aarav ne bag neeche rakhte hue kaha,
“Aunty, aap itna sab manage karti hain.
Yeh chhoti si baat hai.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne uski taraf dekha.
Is baar uski badi aankhon mein ek clear soft expression tha.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Tumhari maa ne sach mein achha beta pala hai.”
Aarav ne andar hi andar woh baat dil mein daal li.
Baad mein terrace par Tai ji phir se walk kar rahi thi.
Aarav ne is baar unse permission leke unke saath walk kiya.
Dono chupchaap chal rahe the.
Thodi der baad Tai ji ne kaha,
“Tum roz aa rahe ho.
Koi kaam-dhandha nahi hai kya?”
Aarav ne seedha jawaab diya,
“Abhi naya shehar hai.
Kaam dhundh raha hoon.
Tab tak time pass ho jaata hai yahaan.”
Tai ji ne uski taraf dekha.
“Time pass…
ya kuch aur?”
Aarav ne unki aankhon mein dekha.
Is baar usne nazar nahi hatayi.
“Abhi toh bas time pass.”
Tai ji ne halka sa muskura diya.
Woh muskaan pehli baar thi.
Usne kuch nahi kaha, lekin uske chehre par ek ajeeb si pehchaan si thi.
Neeche Ishita ne notice kiya ki Aarav Tai ji ke saath terrace se utar raha hai.
Usne apne laptop se nazar uthayi aur un dono ko dekha.
Kuch socha.
Phir wapas screen par dekhne lagi.
Shaam ke last mein jab Aarav nikalne laga, toh Mrs. Malhotra ne usse gate tak chhodа.
“Kal bhi aa jaana beta,” usne kaha.
“Ayaan bhi chahta hai.
Aur…
ghar mein bhi koi naya chehra dekhne ko mil jaata hai.”
Aarav ne namaste kiya.
“Zaroor aunty.”
Jab woh sadak par chal raha tha, toh usne peeche mud kar ek baar ghar ko dekha.
Khidki se Mrs. Malhotra ab bhi usse dekh rahi thi.
Uski badi aankhein.
Bhari hui figure.
Upar terrace ki taraf Tai ji ki pink gown ki jhalak bhi dikhi.
Aarav ne apne haath ko mutthi mein band kiya.
Paanch din ho gaye the.
Ab
darwaza
thoda
aur
khul chuka tha.
Lekin abhi bhi
sex
se
kaafi
door
tha.
Uske andar bhook
sabr
ke
saath
muskura
rahi
thi.

Saatve din ki raat.
Aarav flat mein floor par baitha tha.
Pathar ab drawer mein band tha, lekin uski zaroorat nahi rahi thi. Shareer khud samajh raha tha ki waqt aa gaya hai.
Pehle haddiyon mein khichav hua.
Phir chamdi tanav.
Dard ab pehle jaisa teez nahi tha, lekin gehra zaroor tha.
Subah jab usne aankhein kholi, toh sheeshe mein Suman khadi thi.
Wahi bhari hui chhatiyan, wahi patli kamar, wahi aankhein.
Lekin is baar un aankhon mein do cheezein thin —
ek thandi bhook,
aur ek narmi jo Ayaan ne chhodi thi.
Suman ne apne honthon ko chhua.
Phir dheere se kaha,
“Ab…
uske paas jaana hoga.”
Usne simple light pink kurti aur white leggings pehne.
Makeup halka. Baal thode se khule.
Chehre par ek controlled soft expression.
Pehle usne Ayaan ko message kiya:
“Main aa gayi.
Park mat aana.
Main khud aati hoon.”
Phir woh seedha Ayaan ke ghar chali gayi.
Darwaza Mrs. Malhotra ne khola.
Unki badi aankhein Suman ko dekhte hi thodi si phail gayi.
“Suman…
aap aa gayi?”
Suman ne narm muskaan ke saath namaste kiya.
“Haan aunty.
Kaam se wapas aa gayi.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne usse upar se neeche tak dekha.
Unke chehre par ek ajeeb sa expression tha —
jaise woh Aarav ko miss kar rahi hon, lekin ab uski “maa” ke saamne yeh baat nahi nikal sakti.
“Aao, aao andar,” unhone kaha.
“Ayaan college gaya hai.
Thodi der mein aayega.”
Andar Tai ji bhi thin.
Unhone magazine se nazar uthayi aur Suman ko dekha.
Is baar unki teez aankhon mein ek clear assessment thi.
Woh Suman ko dekh rahi thin jaise pehle Aarav ko dekhti thin.
Ishita bhi room se nikal kar aayi.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hue sirf itna kaha,
“Hello aunty.”
Suman ne sabko soft smile di.
Phir dheere se boli,
“Aunty, ek baat bataani thi.
Mere saas-sasur…
matlab Aarav ke dada-dadi…
doosre shehar mein rehte hain.
Unki tabiyat thik nahi rehti.
Isliye hum dono baari-baari se unke paas jaate hain.
Ek hafte main unki dekhbhal karti hoon,
ek hafte Aarav jaata hai.
Isliye kabhi main hoti hoon, kabhi Aarav.
Aap log confuse mat hona.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne sir hilaaya.
“Achha…
isliye Aarav itne din yahaan tha.”
Unki awaaz mein halki si tadap thi.
Jaise unhe yeh sun’na thoda sa bura laga ho ki Aarav ab nahi aayega is hafte.
Tai ji ne tab bolna shuru kiya.
“Matlab
ab is hafte
Aarav nahi aayega?”
Suman ne soft lekin clear awaaz mein kaha,
“Haan.
Is hafte main hoon.
Agle hafte woh aayega.”
Tai ji ne magazine band ki.
Unhone kuch nahi kaha, lekin unke chehre par ek halka sa sukha expression aa gaya.
Ishita ne bhi yeh baat sun li thi.
Usne apne room ki taraf jaate hue ek baar Suman ko dekha.
Uske chehre par koi clear expression nahi tha, lekin uski aankhein thodi der ke liye rukii thin.
Thodi der baad Ayaan aa gaya.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hi ruk gaya.
Aankhein thodi badi ho gayi.
Phir uske chehre par ek clear, soft, khushi wali muskaan fail gayi.
“Aap…
aa gayi,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha.
Suman ne usse dekhte hue halka sa sir hilaaya.
“Haan.
Aa gayi.”
Ayaan ke chehre par itni saaf khushi thi ki Mrs. Malhotra aur Tai ji dono ne notice kar liya.
Mrs. Malhotra ne halki si muskaan ke saath kaha,
“Chalo, ab tum log baat karo.
Main kitchen mein hoti hoon.”
Tai ji bhi uth kar andar chali gayi.
Jaate-jaate unhone ek baar Suman ko dekha.
Unki nazar mein ek ajeeb sa sawaal tha.
Ab drawing room mein sirf Suman aur Ayaan the.
Ayaan ne uske kareeb aake dheere se kaha,
“Main roz sochta tha.
Ki aap kab aaogi.
Aarav bhai se milke…
aur bhi yaad aati thi aapki.”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Uske andar bhook hilti hui mehsoos hui.
Lekin uske saath-saath woh narmi bhi thi jo is ladke ne di thi.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Main bhi…
sochti thi.”
Ayaan ne uska haath pakad liya.
Is baar ghar ke andar.
Thoda risk ke saath.
Suman ne haath nahi chhoda.
Bahar kitchen se Mrs. Malhotra ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Tai ji ke kamre se magazine ke panne ulatne ki awaaz.
Lekin is pal
Suman sirf Ayaan ke haath
ko
mehsoos
kar rahi thi.
Uske dimaag mein ek baat saaf thi —
Is hafte
woh Ayaan ke saath
apni narmi wali story
aage
badhayegi.
Aur agle hafte…
Aarav
wapas
aayega.
Tab
in teeno auraton ki
tadap
ka
faayda
uthaya
jaayega.

Suman ke wapas aane ke baad pehla poora din dheere-dheere guzra.
Ayaan college se jaldi wapas aa gaya tha. Usne bag side mein rakhte hi Suman se kaha,
“Chalo bahar ghumne?
Park nahi…
thoda aage, jahaan log kam hote hain.”
Suman ne sir hilaaya.
Mrs. Malhotra kitchen se nikal kar boli,
“Jaldi aa jaana.
Shaam tak ghar pe hi rehna.”
Unki awaaz mein wohi soft care thi, lekin unki badi aankhon mein ek chhoti si kami bhi dikh rahi thi.
Jaise woh Aarav ke “beta” wale attitude ko yaad kar rahi hon.
Tai ji ne magazine se nazar nahi uthayi, lekin unhone clear sun liya tha.
Ishita apne room se nikal kar unhein jaate hue dekh rahi thi. Uske chehre par koi expression nahi tha, lekin uski nazar Suman par thodi der ruki.
Park se thoda aage ek chhota sa garden area tha.
Wahaan benches kam thin, log almost nahi the.
Ayaan ne Suman ko ek bench par bithaya.
Khud uske bagal mein baitha.
Is baar unke beech ki doori bahut kam thi.
Thodi der chup rehne ke baad Ayaan ne dheere se kaha,
“Jab aap nahi thin…
toh ghar thoda ajeeb lagta tha.
Aarav bhai aate the, madad karte the, lekin…
aapki jagah nahi le sakte the.”
Suman ne uski taraf dekha.
“Woh…
achha hai na?”
“Haan,” Ayaan ne kaha.
“Lekin alag hai.
Aapke saath baithne mein…
ek alag sukoon hai.”
Usne Suman ka haath pakad liya.
Is baar thoda aur himmat ke saath.
Suman ne haath nahi chhoda.
Ayaan ne uske kareeb hote hue poocha,
“Kya main…
phir se choom sakta hoon?”
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Usne sir hilaaya.
Ayaan ne dheere se uske honthon ko chhua.
Pehle halka.
Phir thoda gehra.
Suman ke honthon ne jawab diya.
Unka choomban ab pehle jaisa nahi tha.
Ismein ek hafte ki duri thi, ek hafte ka intezaar tha.
Suman ne Ayaan ke baalon mein haath daal diya.
Ayaan ne uski kamar par haath rakha — kapdon ke upar, naram se.
Choomban lambaa hota gaya.
Kabhi rukta, kabhi phir shuru ho jaata.
Suman ke muh se ek dabi hui siskari nikalii —
“Hmm…”
Ayaan ne usse alag hote hue kaha,
“Main aapse kuch nahi maang raha.
Bas…
aapke itna kareeb rehna chahta hoon.”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Uske andar bhook hilti hui mehsoos hui.
Lekin is baar usne usse peeche dhakel diya.
“Main jaanti hoon,” usne dheere se kaha.
“Isliye main bhi…
tere paas aa rahi hoon.”
Dono thodi der aur baithe rahe.
Haath ek dusre ke haath mein.
Kabhi-kabhi ek dusre ke maathe se maathe ko sataate hue.
Shaam ko jab woh ghar wapas aaye toh Mrs. Malhotra ne unhein dekhte hi kaha,
“Itni der kar di.
Chai thandi ho gayi.”
Unki awaaz mein normal care thi, lekin unhone Suman ke baal thode se bikhre hue dekhe aur unki nazar ek second ke liye ruk gayi.
Tai ji drawing room mein baithi thi.
Unhone Suman ko dekhte hue kaha,
“Aaj tum dono bahut delayed ho.”
Suman ne soft smile ke saath kaha,
“Thodi hawa le rahe the Tai ji.”
Tai ji ne sir hilaaya.
Lekin unki aankhein Suman ke chehre par thodi der ruki.
Jaise woh kuch dhoondh rahi hon — Aarav jaisi koi jhalak.
Ishita ne dinner ke time table par aate hue Suman se poocha,
“Aapke beta…
Aarav bhai…
aglege hafte aayenge na?”
Suman ne normal tone mein kaha,
“Haan.
Agle hafte woh aayenge.
Main unki jagah dada-dadi ke paas chali jaaungi.”
Ishita ne bas “hmm” kaha.
Lekin usne plate mein dekhte hue ek baar aur Suman ki taraf nazar daali.
Raat ko jab Suman ghar se nikalne lagi toh Ayaan ne use gate tak chhodа.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Kal…
phir milenge?”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Haan.
Milenge.”
Ayaan ne uska haath ek second ke liye pakda, phir chhod diya.
Suman jab apne flat ki taraf chal rahi thi, toh usne socha —
Is hafte
woh Ayaan ko
aur kareeb
laayegi.
Aur agle hafte…
jab Aarav aayega…
toh yeh ghar
uski kami
ko
thoda
zyada
mehsoos
karega.
Uske andar bhook
ab
do alag
direction
mein
kaam
kar
rahi
thi.

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Doosre din Suman ne khud se message kiya.
“Aaj park mat aana.
Seedha mere flat aa jaana.
Shaam ko 5 baje.”
Ayaan ne sirf ek reply diya —
“Main aaunga.”
Suman ne us din flat saaf kiya.
Bed ki chadar badli.
Halka sa itr lagaaya.
Khud ne soft white maxi dress pehna jo uske shareer se dheere se chipka hua tha. Baal khule chhode. Makeup bilkul halka — bas honth thode se gulabi.
Paanch baje ki knock sunte hi uske dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi.
Darwaza khola.
Ayaan simple light blue shirt mein tha. Baal thode se bikhre hue. Haath mein kuch nahi tha. Bas uski aankhein thin, jo Suman ko dekhte hi naram pad gayi.
“Aap…
bahut sundar lag rahi ho,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha.
Suman ne usse andar aane diya.
Darwaza band kiya.
Phir dono ek dusre ke saamne khade reh gaye.
Thodi der tak koi nahi bola.
Phir Ayaan ne aage badh kar Suman ka haath pakad liya.
“Main…
roz sochta rehta hoon aapke baare mein.
Aapki awaaz, aapke haath, aapke honth…
sab kuch.”
Suman ne uska haath apne haath mein le liya.
“Main bhi.”
Ayaan ne uske kareeb aake dheere se poocha,
“Kya main…
aapko choom sakta hoon?”
Suman ne jawaab mein uske muh ke kareeb apne honth le jaaye.
Choomban is baar pehli hi baar se gehra tha.
Ayaan ke honth kaamp rahe the. Suman ke bhi.
Usne Suman ke baalon mein haath daal diya. Suman ne uske gale ko pakad liya.
Jeebh ne dheere se jeebh ko chhua.
Suman ke muh se ek naram si siskari nikalii —
“Hmm… aahh…”
Ayaan ne usse aur kareeb khinch liya.
Unke shareer ek dusre se sat gaye.
Suman ke soft doodh Ayaan ke seene se takraaye.
Ayaan ki saans tez ho gayi.
Woh dheere-dheere bed tak pahunche.
Suman ne Ayaan ko bed par bithaya.
Khud uske god mein baith gayi.
Maxi thodi si upar ho gayi. Uski nangi janghen Ayaan ke jeans se ragar kha rahi thin.
Ayaan ne uske chehre ko dono haathon mein liya.
“Aap…
sach mein yahaan ho mere saath?”
Suman ne uske honthon ko phir se chooma.
Is baar thoda zor se.
“Haan…
abhi…
yahin hoon.”
Choomban ab aur gehra, aur geela hone laga.
Ayaan ke haath Suman ki kamar par the.
Dheere-dheere uske maxi ke upar se uski peeth sahlaate hue.
Suman ne uske haath ko pakad kar apne seene par rakh diya.
Kapdon ke upar.
Ayaan ki hatheli ke neeche uske doodh ki narmi thi.
Usne halka sa dabaya.
Suman ki kamar hil gayi.
“Aahh…
Ayaan…”
Usne aankhein khol kar Ayaan ko dekha.
Uske aankhon mein bhook thi, lekin us bhook ke upar ek narmi ka parda tha.
Ayaan ne uske seene se haath nahi hataya.
Usne dheere-dheere uske doodh ko sahlaaya.
Kapdon ke upar se hi.
Nipples uski hatheli ke neeche sakht ho rahe the.
Suman ne uska muh apne gale se laga diya.
Ayaan ne uski gardan ko chooma.
Halka sa.
Phir jeebh se sahlaaya.
“Mmm…
aahh…”
Suman ke haath Ayaan ke baalon mein the.
Woh uske upar thoda sa hilne lagi thi.
Apni janghon ko uske jeans se ragar ti hui.
Ayaan ne uske maxi ke neeche haath badhaya.
Uski nangi jangh par.
Upar ki taraf.
Suman ne uska haath pakad liya.
Rok nahi diya.
Bas thodi der ke liye wahi rok liya.
“Dheere…” usne saans lete hue kaha.
“Main…
darrti hoon.”
Ayaan ne turant haath hata liya.
Usne Suman ke chehre ko dono haathon mein le liya.
“Agar aap nahi chahti toh main ruk jaaunga.
Main…
aapko force nahi karunga.
Kabhi nahi.”
Suman ki aankhein bhar aayi.
Usne Ayaan ko apne seene se laga liya.
Zor se.
“Isliye toh main tujhe…
itna mehsoos kar pa rahi hoon.
Kyunki tu maangta nahi.
Tu sirf…
deta hai.”
Dono bed par lit gaye.
Suman Ayaan ke upar thi.
Unke honth phir se mil gaye.
Is baar choomban mein ek alag si bhook thi.
Ayaan ke haath phir se Suman ki kamar par the.
Suman ke haath uske seene par.
Woh ek dusre ko choomte rahe.
Kabhi ruk kar saans lete.
Kabhi phir se lipat jaate.
Bahar dheere-dheere andhera ho raha tha.
Kamre mein sirf unki saansein aur halki siskariyan thi.
Suman ne Ayaan ke kaan ke paas dheere se kaha,
“Main tujhe barbaad nahi karna chahti…
lekin
main tujhe
door bhi
nahi
rakh
paa
rahi.”
Ayaan ne uske maathe ko chooma.
“Phir mujhe door mat rakho.
Bas…
yahin rehne do.”
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Usne Ayaan ke dil ki dhadkan ko sunna shuru kiya.
Uske andar bhook ab bhi jag rahi thi.
Lekin aaj
usne
us bhook ko
is narmi
ke
aage
jhukne
diya.


Kamre mein ab sirf unki bhaari saansein thi.
Suman Ayaan ke upar litte hue thi. Uske baal Ayaan ke chehre par gir rahe the. Dono ke honth ab bhi ek dusre ke bohot kareeb the. Kabhi mil jaate, kabhi bas saans ke lene ki doori par ruk jaate.
Ayaan ne Suman ke baal hataaye aur uske chehre ko dekha.
“Aapke aankhon mein…
kuch aur bhi hai aaj.”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha,
“Haan.
Mere andar do cheezein lad rahi hain.”
“Kaunsi?”
Suman ne thodi der chup raha.
Phir usne Ayaan ka haath pakad kar apne seene par rakh diya.
Is baar kapdon ke neeche.
Maxi ke andar.
Ayaan ki hatheli seedha uske nange doodh par pad gayi.
Naram. Garam. Nipple pehle se sakht.
Ayaan ki saans ekdam se ruk si gayi.
Usne haath nahi hataya.
Lekin usne Suman ko dekha.
“Aap…
sure ho?”
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
“Nahi.
Lekin…
ab ruk bhi nahi pa rahi.”
Ayaan ne dheere se uske doodh ko sahlaana shuru kiya.
Hatheli se poora dabaya.
Angoothе se nipple ko ghumana shuru kiya.
Suman ki kamar hil gayi.
“Aahh…
Ayaan…
haan…”
Usne Ayaan ka muh apne seene ki taraf dabaaya.
Ayaan ne maxi ko thoda aur sarkaaya aur uske doodh ko muh mein le liya.
Pehle halka sa choosa.
Phir thoda zor se.
Suman ke muh se naram, lambi siskari nikalii —
“Mmm… aahh…
aisi…
haan…”
Ayaan ne doosre doodh ko bhi same tarah se liya.
Jeebh se sahlaaya.
Daant se halka sa dabaya.
Suman ab uske upar dheere-dheere hilne lagi thi.
Apni janghon ko uske hard hone lage lund se ragar ti hui.
Jeans ke upar se hi.
Ayaan ne uske maxi ko aur upar kiya.
Ab Suman ki nangi choot uske jeans se takra rahi thi.
Geeli. Garam.
Ayaan ne haath neeche le jaakar uski jangh ke andar sahlaaya.
Upar ki taraf.
Uski ungliyaan uski geeli choot ke bohot kareeb pahunch gayi.
Suman ne uska haath pakad liya.
Is baar rokne ke liye nahi.
Usse wahi rakhne ke liye.
“Chhoo…
lekin dheere,” usne saans lete hue kaha.
Ayaan ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Phir uski ungli ne dheere se uski choot ko chhua.
Bahar se.
Geelaapan uski ungli par lag gaya.
Suman ki poori body kaamp si gayi.
“Aahhh…
Ayaan…”
Usne do ungliyon se uski choot ko halka sa khola aur beech ki soft jagah ko sahlaana shuru kiya.
Clit ke upar.
Dheere-dheere.
Suman ka sar Ayaan ke kandhe par gir gaya.
Uske muh se lagataar naram awaazein aa rahi thin —
“Hmm… aahh…
wahan…
haan…
aisi…
aahhh…”
Ayaan ne uske kaan ke paas dheere se kaha,
“Aap…
kitni naram ho.
Kitni garam.”
Suman ne uske baalon ko pakad liya.
“Tere haath…
bahut alag lagte hain.
Koi…
jaldi nahi karta tere jaisa.”
Ayaan ne uski clit ko thoda tez sahlaaya.
Suman ki janghen kaampne lagi.
“Aahhh…
Ayaan…
ruk mat…
bas aise…
aahhh…”
Woh uske upar aur tez hilne lagi.
Apni geeli choot ko uski ungliyon se ragar ti hui.
Ayaan ne ek ungli dheere se andar daali.
Suman ki aankhein khul gayi.
“Aahhh…
haan…
andar…”
Ayaan ne dheere-dheere ungli chalani shuru ki.
Bahar nikaal kar phir andar.
Uske angoothe se clit ko sahlaate hue.
Suman ab control kho rahi thi.
Uske nakhun Ayaan ke kandhe mein chubh rahe the.
Muh se sirf toot-ti hui awaazein aa rahi thin.
“Aahhh… aahhh…
Ayaan…
main…
main…
aahhhhh…”
Woh jhadne ke kareeb thi.
Usne Ayaan ko aur zor se pakad liya.
Tabhi uske andar woh purani bhook ekdam se jag uthi.
Ise bhi le lo.
Abhi.
Iske naram haath, iski soft awaaz…
sab kha jao.
Suman ki aankhein ek second ke liye andheri pad gayi.
Usne Ayaan ki ungli ko apni choot mein aur gehra le liya.
Apni janghen zor se band kar li.
Lekin phir usne khud ko rok liya.
Usne Ayaan ka haath pakad kar bahar nikaal diya.
Saans bhaari thi.
Shareer kaamp raha tha.
Lekin usne rok liya.
Ayaan ne turant poocha,
“Kya hua?
Mainne…
dard diya kya?”
Suman ne sar hilaaya.
Uske aankhon se pani nikal raha tha.
“Nahi…
dard nahi.
Main…
bas…
abhi nahi.
Agar ab maine tujhe poora le liya…
toh main…
wahi ho jaaungi
jo main pehle thi.”
Ayaan ne usse apne seene se laga liya.
Uske baal sehlaate hue kaha,
“Toh mat bano.
Main yahin hoon.
Jitni der aap chahein…
bas itne mein hi.”
Suman ne uske dil ki dhadkan ko suna.
Apni geeli janghen band kiye hue.
Abhi bhi kaampte hue.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Tu mujhe…
badal raha hai, Ayaan.
Aur yahi baat…
mujhe sabse zyada
dara
rahi
hai.”
Bahar andhera poora ho chuka tha.
Andar
do shareer
ek dusre se chipke hue the.
Ek bhook
jo ab bhi
intezaar
kar
rahi
thi.
Aur ek narmi
jo
us bhook
ko
pehle
baar
haar
se
rakh
rahi
thi.


Agli subah Suman ne aankhein kholi toh Ayaan uske bagal mein nahi tha.
Usne raat bhar usse pakde rakha tha, lekin subah sawere hi Ayaan chala gaya tha. Pillow par ek chhota sa note pada tha:
“College jaana pad raha hai.
Aap so rahi thin, isliye nahi jagaya.
Shaam ko milte hain.
— Ayaan”
Suman ne note ko haath mein liya.
Uske honth ab bhi kal raat ki narmi yaad kar rahe the.
Uske shareer par ab bhi Ayaan ke haathon ka ehsaas tha.
Lekin uske andar bhook bhi thi — jo kal raat last moment par ruk to gayi thi, lekin bilkul shant nahi hui thi.
Woh uthi.
Nahaayi.
Simple light yellow kurti pehni.
Aur Ayaan ke ghar ki taraf nikal padi.
Ghar pahunchte hi usne notice kiya ki atmosphere thoda alag tha.
Mrs. Malhotra normally soft aur thaki hui dikhti thin, lekin aaj unke chehre par ek alag si tension thi.
Ishita apne room se baar-baar nikal kar drawing room ki taraf dekh rahi thi.
Tai ji magazine chhod kar kitchen mein chali gayi thin.
Suman ne bag rakhte hue poocha,
“Aunty, sab theek hai na?”
Mrs. Malhotra ne jaldi se muskurane ki koshish ki.
“Haan beta…
bas…
aaj unke papa aa rahe hain.”
Suman thodi si ruk gayi.
“Ayaan ke papa?”
“Haan.
Business ke kaam se zyadatar bahar hi rehte hain.
Kabhi-kabhi mahine-mahine nahi aate.
Aaj subah sudden call aaya ki shaam tak pahunch jaayenge.”
Suman ne sir hilaaya.
Usne note kiya ki Mrs. Malhotra ke haath thode kaamp rahe the jab woh chai bana rahi thin.
Tai ji ne kitchen se awaaz di,
“Ghar saaf-safai kar do thodi.
Unko ghar aise hi nahi dikhna chahiye.”
Ishita ne apne room se nikal kar Suman ko dekha.
Uske chehre par koi clear expression nahi tha, lekin uski aankhein thodi zyada serious thin aaj.
Shaam ke 6:30 baje ghar ke bahar gaadi ruki.
Darwaza khula.
Andar ek aadmi aaya.
Ayaan ke Papa — Mr. Malhotra
Umar shayad 48-50.
Tall. Broad shoulders. Halki si dadhi.
Expensive shirt, sleeves fold kiye hue.
Haath mein laptop bag.
Chehre par woh thakaan thi jo business trips ke baad aati hai, lekin uske saath ek sharp, assessing nazar bhi thi.
Usne pehle Mrs. Malhotra ko dekha.
Phir Ishita ko.
Phir Tai ji ko.
Aur phir uski nazar Suman par ruk gayi.
Ek second.
Do second.
Teen second.
Usne Suman ko upar se neeche tak dekha.
Uski aankhein Suman ke chehre, phir uske soft yellow kurti ke neeche ubhre hue shareer, phir wapas uski aankhon par aayi.
Mrs. Malhotra ne jaldi se introduce kiya,
“Yeh Suman hain.
Ayaan ki…
dost ki mummy.
Park mein milti thin.
Ab kabhi-kabhi ghar bhi aa jaati hain.”
Mr. Malhotra ne abhi bhi Suman ko dekhna band nahi kiya tha.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Suman…”
Uske muh se naam nikalte hi awaaz mein ek ajeeb si bhaari pan thi.
Suman ne controlled soft smile ke saath namaste kiya.
“Namaste uncle.”
Mr. Malhotra ne thoda sa aage badh kar kaha,
“Uncle mat kaho.
Naam se bulao.
Main Rajeev.”
Usne haath aage badhaya.
Suman ne uska haath pakda.
Uske haath bade the, garam the, aur unmein ek controlled pressure tha.
Rajeev ne uska haath thodi der tak pakde rakha.
Uski aankhein Suman ki aankhon mein thin.
Mrs. Malhotra ne beech mein bolte hue kaha,
“Chalo, bag rakh do.
Thake hoge.”
Rajeev ne haath chhoda.
Lekin usne jaate-jaate ek baar phir Suman ko dekha.
Us nazar mein
sirf formal politeness nahi thi.
Usmein
ek clear,
dabi hui,
lekin
teekhi
si
dilchaspi
thi.
Suman ne woh nazar pakad li.
Uske andar bhook
dheere se
muskura
uthi.
Ayaan abhi college se nahi aaya tha.
Ghar mein
ek naya
khatarnak
sa
tension
paida
ho
chuka
tha.


Rajeev Malhotra ke aane ke baad ghar ka mahaul ekdum badal gaya tha.
Pehle jo ghar halka-phulka aur thoda sa sukoon bhara lagta tha, ab usmein ek invisible tension tair raha tha. Mrs. Malhotra kitchen mein jaake zyada time bitane lagi thin. Ishita apne room mein band ho gayi thi. Tai ji apni jagah par to thin, lekin unki nazar ab pehle se zyada teez ho gayi thi.
Suman drawing room mein sofe par baithi thi.
Usne notice kiya tha ki Rajeev ne bag rakhne ke baad bhi usse ek baar nahi, teen baar dekha tha.
Pehli baar jab woh haath milaya tha.
Doosri baar jab woh apne room ki taraf ja raha tha.
Teesri baar jab woh naha-dhoke fresh shirt pehen kar wapas aaya.
Ab woh glass mein whisky daal kar drawing room mein aa gaya tha.
Usne Suman ke saamne wali kursi mein baithna choose kiya.
“Suman ji,” usne kaha. Awaaz mein woh formal courtesy thi jo business wale log use karte hain, lekin uske neeche ek aur layer thi.
“Ayaan se kaise mulaqaat hui aapki?”
Suman ne soft, controlled tone mein jawaab diya,
“Park mein.
Woh akela baitha rehta tha.
Baat hone lagi.
Phir…
dosti ho gayi.”
Rajeev ne whisky ka ghoont liya.
Uski aankhein Suman ke chehre par thin.
“Ayaan abhi bachcha hai.
Unnees ka.
Aap…
uske liye thodi badi nahi ho?”
Sawal seedha tha.
Andar hi andar kaanta bhi tha.
Suman ne uski nazar se nazar milayi.
“Dosti mein umar nahi dekhi jaati, Rajeev ji.”
Rajeev ne halka sa muskura diya.
Woh muskaan aankhon tak nahi pahunchi.
“Sahi kaha.
Dosti mein nahi dekhi jaati.
Lekin
kabhi-kabhi
dosti
ke aage
bhi
kuch
hota
hai.”
Itne mein Mrs. Malhotra chai ka tray lekar aa gayi.
Usne tray table par rakhte hue apne pati ki taraf ek teekhi nazar daali.
Rajeev ne turant nazar hata li.
“Chai pi lo,” Mrs. Malhotra ne kaha. Awaaz mein thakan ke saath-saath ek halki si chubhan bhi thi.
Suman ne cup uthaya.
Rajeev ne bhi liya, lekin uski nazar baar-baar Suman ke haathor, uske honthon, aur uske kurti ke neeche dabbe hue shareer par chali ja rahi thi.
Tabhi darwaza khula.
Ayaan aa gaya.
Usne bag neeche rakhte hi pehle Suman ko dekha.
Uske chehre par turant ek soft, khushi bhari muskaan aa gayi.
Phir usne apne papa ko dekha.
“Papa…
aapse milke achha laga.
Kab aaye?”
Rajeev ne beta ko dekhte hue normal tone mein kaha,
“Thodi der pehle.
Tumhari friend…
Suman ji se mulaqaat ho gayi.”
Ayaan ne Suman ki taraf dekha.
Uske chehre par thodi si sharam thi, lekin uske saath khushi bhi thi.
Woh Suman ke bagal mein aakar baith gaya.
Itna kareeb ki unke baazu ek dusre se chhoo rahe the.
Rajeev ne yeh nazdeeki dekh li.
Uske chehre par koi clear expression nahi aaya, lekin uski aankhein ek second ke liye pat gayi.
Tai ji ne tab pehli baar muh khola.
“Rajeev,
tum itne dino baad aaye ho.
Business kaisa chal raha hai?”
Rajeev ne jawaab diya, lekin uski nazar baat karte-karte baar-baar Suman par chali ja rahi thi.
Khaaskar jab Ayaan Suman se kuch dheeme se bolta tha, ya jab Suman muskuraati thi.
Dinner ke time table par paanch log the.
Rajeev ne jaan-bujh kar Suman ke bilkul saamne wali seat li.
Khaate time usne Suman se seedhe sawal kiye:
“Aap kya karti hain?”
“Shehar mein akeli rehti hain?”
“Aapka beta…
Aarav…
kahaan rehta hai?”
Har sawal ke peeche ek assessing nazar thi.
Suman ne har jawaab controlled aur soft rakha.
Lekin uske andar bhook dheere-dheere jaag rahi thi.
Yeh aadmi
usse
dekh
raha
tha.
Us
tarah
se
jis
tarah
se
log
us
shareer
ko
dekhte
the
jab
woh
bhookhi
hoti
thi.
Ayaan ko kuch feel nahi ho raha tha.
Woh bas khush tha ki Suman uske ghar mein hai, uske bagal mein hai.
Dinner ke baad jab Suman nikalne lagi toh Ayaan ne use gate tak chhodа.
Usne dheere se haath pakad kar kaha,
“Kal milte hain na?”
Suman ne sir hilaaya.
“Haan.”
Wapas andar aate time usne ek nazar drawing room ki taraf daali.
Rajeev whisky ka glass haath mein liye khada tha.
Aur woh
seedha
usse
dekh
raha
tha.
Unki nazar
ek
second
ke
liye
mili.
Rajeev ne glass thoda sa upar uthaya.
Jaise cheers kar raha ho.
Suman ne nazar hata li.
Lekin uske andar
bhook
ab
muskura
rahi
thi.
Ek naya
khel
shuru
hone
wala
tha.


Agli subah ghar ka mahaul pehle se zyada tight tha.
Rajeev ne aaj office nahi jaane ka faisla kiya tha.
Woh drawing room mein laptop khol kar baitha tha, lekin uski nazar screen se zyada darwaze par thi. Har baar jab koi kitchen se nikalta, uski aankhein uth jaati.
Suman 11 baje ke kareeb aayi.
Usne simple white kurti pehni thi. Baal bindhe hue. Chehre par halka sa powder.
Rajeev ne usse dekhte hi laptop band kar diya.
“Aayi aap,” usne kaha. Awaaz mein woh same controlled interest tha.
“Ayaan toh college gaya hoga.”
“Haan,” Suman ne narm leke jawaab diya.
“Main Mrs. Malhotra se milne aayi thi.
Unhone kal kaha tha ki unka dil chhoti-moti cheezon mein dard karta hai.”
Rajeev ne sofe par thodi si jagah banate hue ishara kiya.
“Baithiye.
Woh abhi naha rahi hain.”
Suman ne thoda socha, phir saamne wali kursi par baith gayi.
Rajeev ke bilkul saamne.
Thodi der tak dono chup rahe.
Sirf clock ki tik-tik aur bahar se aati hui traffic ki awaaz thi.
Rajeev ne pehle bolna shuru kiya.
“Ayaan aapse bahut influenced hai.
Kal raat bhi aapka hi naam le raha tha.”
Suman ne soft muskaan di.
“Woh seedha ladka hai.
Accha hai.”
Rajeev ne whisky ki bottle ki taraf nazar daali, lekin subah thi isliye usne glass nahi uthaya.
Usne seedha Suman ko dekhte hue kaha,
“Aap bhi seedhi nahi lagti, Suman ji.
Aapki aankhon mein…
kuch aur hai.”
Suman ne uski nazar se nazar milayi.
Uske andar bhook dheere se uth baithi.
“Sabki aankhon mein kuch na kuch hota hai, Rajeev ji.”
Rajeev ne aage badh kar table par rakhе hue glass of water ko thoda sa ghumaya.
“Main zyadatar bahar rehta hoon.
Business.
Ghar aata hoon toh lagta hai jaise sab kuch…
thoda sa sukha ho gaya hai.
Aapke aane se…
ghar mein ek alag si energy aa gayi hai.”
Suman ne cup uthaya, lekin piya nahi.
“Main sirf Ayaan ki wajah se aati hoon.”
Rajeev ne halka sa muskura diya.
“Ayaan ki wajah se aati hain.
Lekin
jab aati hain
toh
sirf Ayaan
aapko
nahi
dekhta.”
Itni der mein Mrs. Malhotra naha-dhoke bahar aayi.
Unhone dono ko drawing room mein saamne-saamne baithе hue dekha.
Unke chehre par ek second ke liye tenseness aa gaya.
“Suman, aap aa gayi,” unhone kaha. Awaaz mein pehle jaisi garmi nahi thi.
“Chai laati hoon.”
Rajeev ne apni biwi ki taraf dekhe bina kaha,
“Main le aata hoon.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne unhe rokte hue kaha,
“Main laa lungi.”
Woh kitchen chali gayi.
Unke jaate hi Rajeev ne phir se Suman ki taraf dekha.
Is baar uski nazar thodi der zyada ruki.
Suman ke honthon par, phir uske gale par, phir uske kurti ke neeche dabbe hue doodhon par.
Suman ne woh nazar pakad li.
Usne nazar nahi hatayi.
Uske andar bhook ab clearly jag rahi thi.
Yeh aadmi
khatarnak
tha.
Ghar ka malik tha.
Paisa tha.
Power thi.
Aur uski nazar
usse
kha
rahi
thi.
Thodi der baad Tai ji bhi aa gayi.
Unhone ek nazar Suman par daali, ek nazar Rajeev par.
Phir apni kursi par baith gayi.
Magazine uthayi, lekin padha nahi.
Mrs. Malhotra chai le aayi.
Atmosphere itna tight tha ki cup rakhte waqt chamach ki tink bhi teez lagi.
Suman ne thodi der baad uthne ka irada kiya.
“Main chalti hoon, aunty.
Ayaan shaam ko aayega, tab milungi.”
Rajeev ne turant kaha,
“Itni jaldi?
Baithiye na.
Abhi toh aayi hain.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne beech mein bolte hue kaha,
“Suman ko bhi kaam hoga.
Jaane do.”
Suman ne soft smile ke saath namaste kiya aur nikal gayi.
Gate tak aate-aate usne peeche mud kar ek nazar daali.
Rajeev ab bhi usse dekh raha tha.
Drawing room ki khidki se.
Us nazar mein
ab
sirf interest
nahi
tha.
Usmein
ek
clear
intention
tha.
Suman ne apne bag ko tight pakda.
Uske andar do awaazein thi.
Ek Ayaan ki thi —
naram, garmahat wali, jo kehti thi “mere paas reh”.
Doosri uski purani bhook ki thi —
jo ab Rajeev ki nazar ko
ek
naya
shikaar
samajh
rahi
thi.
Woh seedha apne flat ki taraf chal padi.
Dimag mein ek baat saaf thi —
Yeh ghar
ab
sirf
Ayaan
ka
nahi
raha.
Ab
yahaan
ek
naya
khel
shuru
ho
chuka
tha.

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Aaj Suman form ka saatvan din tha.
Shareer pehle se hi thoda bechain tha. Raat ko neend poori nahi aayi thi. Haddiyon mein woh purana halka sa khichav shuru ho chuka tha jo transformation se pehle aata hai. Suman ne subah uthte hi sheeshe mein khud ko dekha. Aankhon ke neeche halki si thakan thi, lekin aankhon ke andar do alag fire jal rahe the — ek Ayaan ka, ek Rajeev ka.
Usne aaj thoda careful makeup kiya.
Soft pink kurti, halka sa kajal, baal thode se khule.
Phir Ayaan ke ghar ki taraf nikal padi.
Ghar pahunchte hi usne feel kiya ki tension ab hawa mein tair raha tha.
Rajeev aaj bhi ghar par tha.
Laptop khola hua tha, lekin kaam nahi kar raha tha.
Mrs. Malhotra kitchen mein thi, lekin unke chehre par pehle jaisi narmi nahi thi.
Tai ji apni kursi par baithi thin aur unki nazar darwaze par thi.
Suman ne andar aate hi sabko namaste kiya.
Rajeev ne turant nazar uthaayi.
Usne Suman ko itni der tak dekha ki Mrs. Malhotra ke haath mein rakha cup halka sa hil gaya.
“Aaj phir aa gayi aap,” Rajeev ne kaha.
Awaaz mein ek ajeeb si possessiveness ki jhalak thi.
Suman ne soft jawaab diya,
“Ayaan ne kaha tha ki aaj uska project submit ho raha hai.
Main soch rahi thi usse mil loon.”
Rajeev ne laptop band kiya.
“Ayaan toh shaam ko hi aayega.
Tab tak…
baithiye.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne kitchen se awaaz di,
“Suman, andar aao.
Main akeli hoon.”
Suman kitchen ki taraf badhi, lekin jaate-jaate usne feel kiya ki Rajeev ki nazar uski kamar aur gaand par tiki hui thi.
Kitchen mein Mrs. Malhotra ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha,
“Beta,
tum itni baar mat aaya karo.
Ghar ka mahaul…
thoda kharab ho raha hai.”
Suman ne unki aankhon mein dekha.
Unki badi aankhon mein dar tha, thakan thi, aur ek chhupi hui jalan bhi thi.
“Main samajh gayi aunty,” Suman ne narmi se kaha.
“Bas Ayaan se milke chali jaaungi.”
Shaam ko Ayaan aaya.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hi poora face raushan kar diya.
Bag neeche rakhte hi usne Suman ka haath pakad liya — is baar ghar ke andar, sabke saamne thodi himmat ke saath.
“Chalo bahar,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha.
“Thodi der ke liye.”
Rajeev ne sofa se nazar uthaayi.
Uske chehre par koi expression nahi aaya, lekin uski jaw tight ho gayi.
Suman ne Ayaan ke saath gate ki taraf chalna shuru kiya.
Jaate-jaate usne ek nazar peeche daali.
Rajeev ab bhi usse dekh raha tha.
Us nazar mein ab sirf interest nahi tha.
Usmein ek silent warning thi —
aur ek clear hunger bhi.
Bahar ek chhote se corner par Ayaan ne Suman ko rokа.
“Aaj aap…
thodi alag lag rahi ho,” usne kaha.
“Aankhon mein kuch tension hai.”
Suman ne uska haath pakad liya.
“Ghar ka mahaul thoda heavy hai.
Tumhare papa…
mujhe alag tarike se dekhte hain.”
Ayaan thoda serious ho gaya.
“Agar papa kuch…
galat tarike se dekh rahe hain toh main—”
Suman ne uske honthon par ungli rakh di.
“Kuch mat karna.
Main sambhaal sakti hoon.
Tu bas…
mere paas reh.”
Ayaan ne usse apne seene se laga liya.
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Is 19 saal ke ladke ki dhadkan uske liye ab bhi sabse naram jagah thi.
Lekin uske shareer mein transformation ka khichav ab clear mehsoos ho raha tha.
Aaj raat
ya kal subah
shareer
badalne
wala
tha.
Suman ne Ayaan ke kandhe par sir rakhte hue socha —
Kal se
phir
Aarav
hoga.
Aur Aarav
is ghar
mein
wapas
aayega.
Tab
Rajeev
ki
nazar
aur
Mrs. Malhotra
ki
tadap
aur
Tai ji
ki
tez
aankhein…
sab
kuch
naya
khel
banayengi.
Usne Ayaan ko thoda aur zor se pakad liya.
“Ek raat aur,” usne dheeme se kaha.
“Bas ek raat aur tujhe aise hi pakde rehne de.”
Ayaan ne uske baal sehlaate hue kaha,
“Jitni raatein chaaho.”
Lekin Suman jaanti thi.
Kal
subah
yeh
shareer
nahi
rahega.
Kal
subah
Aarav
hoga.
Aur
Aarav
ke
saath
ek
bilkul
naya
khel
shuru
hoga.


Raat ke 2 bajе dard poori tarah se jag gaya.
Suman bathroom ke sheeshe ke saamne khadi thi. Dono haath sink ke kinare dabе hue. Shareer ke andar haddi-haddi khich rahi thi. Chamdi ek ajeeb se bukhaar jaisi garmi mehsoos kar rahi thi. Yeh dard ab naya nahi tha, lekin har baar yeh usse yaad dilata tha ki uski zindagi kabhi bhi ek jaisi nahi reh sakti.
Usne aankhein band kar li.
Ayaan ka chehra aankhon ke saamne aa gaya — uski naram aankhein, uske haath, kal raat ka uska seena.
Phir Rajeev ki nazar aa gayi — bhaari, bhookhi, hisaab lagati hui.
Suman ne daanton ke beech se kaha,
“Bas…
khatam hone de.”
Dard teez hua.
Shareer badalne laga.
Subah jab aankhein khuli toh sheeshe mein Aarav khada tha.
Wahi chehra.
Wahi aankhein.
Lekin ab un aankhon mein Suman wali narmi nahi thi.
Ab wapas woh thandi, control mein rakhi hui bhook thi.
Aarav ne apne haath ko dekha.
Phir munh dhoya.
Cold water se chehra dhoya.
Usne phone uthaya aur Ayaan ko message kiya:
“Ayaan,
Mummy ka message hai.
Unhe aaj subah dada-dadi ke paas jaana pad gaya.
Main aa raha hoon.
— Aarav”
Send kiya.
Phir kapde pehne — dark blue shirt, black jeans.
Chehre par wahi controlled, thoda sa serious expression jo pehle Ayaan ke ghar mein kaam aaya tha.
Ayaan ke ghar pahunchte hi usne notice kiya ki darwaza pehle se thoda sa khula hua tha.
Andar Rajeev drawing room mein coffee pi raha tha.
Mrs. Malhotra kitchen se nikal kar aa rahi thin.
Tai ji apni kursi par thin.
Ishita abhi room mein thi.
Rajeev ne Aarav ko dekhte hi nazar uthaayi.
Ek second ke liye uski aankhein ruk gayi — jaise woh Suman ki jhalak dhoondh raha ho is mard shareer mein.
Aarav ne seedha namaste kiya.
“Namaste uncle.
Aunty.
Tai ji.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne thodi si rahaat ki saans li.
“Aao beta.
Teri mummy…
chali gayi?”
“Haan aunty.
Subah hi nikal gayi.
Dada-dadi ki tabiyat thik nahi thi.
Is hafte main yahaan rahunga, agle hafte mummy aayengi.”
Rajeev ne coffee ka cup neeche rakhte hue kaha,
“Tumhari mummy…
bahut jaldi-jaldi aati-jaati rehti hain.”
Aarav ne uski nazar se nazar milayi.
“Zimmedari hai uncle.
Dada-dadi akелее hain.”
Rajeev ne thoda sa muskura diya.
Woh muskaan aankhon tak nahi gayi.
“Achha.
Baitho.”
Aarav ne sofe par jagah li.
Mrs. Malhotra ne turant chai laane ka kaha, lekin Aarav ne khud uth kar unse cup le liya.
“Main le aata hoon aunty.”
Yeh chhoti si aadat pehle bhi unhe soft karti thi.
Aaj bhi Mrs. Malhotra ke chehre par halki si narmi aa gayi.
Tai ji ne magazine se nazar uthayi.
Unhone Aarav ko upar se neeche tak dekha.
Is baar unki nazar mein ek alag si pehchaan thi — jaise woh soch rahi hon ki yeh ladka aur Suman… kitne milte-julte hain.
Ishita room se nikal kar aayi.
Usne Aarav ko dekhte hi halka sa sir hilaaya.
“Aarav bhai.”
“Ishita.”
Ayaan college se abhi nahi aaya tha.
Rajeev ne Aarav ki taraf dekhte hue kaha,
“Tumhari mummy ke baare mein Ayaan bahut baat karta hai.
Lagta hai unka asar uspar kaafi hai.”
Aarav ne cup se chai peete hue controlled awaaz mein kaha,
“Mummy logon ko easily affect kar leti hain.”
Rajeev ne usse dekha.
Is baar uski nazar thodi der aur ruki.
“Tum bhi…
unse milte-julte ho.
Aankhein…
bilkul same.”
Aarav ne cup neeche rakhа.
Usne Rajeev ki nazar se nazar milayi.
Is baar usne nazar nahi hatayi.
“Blood hain uncle.
Kabhi-kabhi dikh jaata hai.”
Rajeev ne whisky ki taraf nazar daali, lekin subah thi.
Usne bas itna kaha,
“Haan.
Dikh jaata hai.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne beech mein bolte hue mahaul halka karne ki koshish ki,
“Aarav, aaj tum yahin khaana.
Main tumhare liye bhi bana deti hoon.”
Aarav ne soft lekin clear awaaz mein kaha,
“Zaroor aunty.
Main help kar longa.”
Tai ji ne tab pehli baar muh khola.
“Tum help bahut karte ho.
Apni mummy ki tarah.”
Aarav ne unki taraf dekha.
Tai ji usse dekh rahi thin.
Unki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si depth thi.
Aarav ne bas sir hilaaya.
Uske andar bhook
ab
is ghar
ki
hawa
ko
phir
se
soongh
rahi
thi.
Suman ne jo tension chhodi thi
(Rajeev ki nazar, Mrs. Malhotra ki jalan, Tai ji ki suspicion),
usе
ab
Aarav
apne
hisab
se
khelne
wala
tha.

Aarav ne aaj ghar mein hi rehné ka faisla kiya tha.
Subah ki chai ke baad Mrs. Malhotra kitchen mein kaam kar rahi thin. Aarav ne bagal mein khade hokar unse kaha,
“Aunty, aaj jo bhi kaam hai, mujhe de dijiye.
Main free hoon.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne uski taraf dekha.
Unki badi aankhon mein pehle jaisi thakan ke saath-saath ek halki si soft si khushi bhi thi.
“Beta, tumhe yeh sab nahi karna chahiye.”
“Karna chahiye,” Aarav ne seedha kaha.
“Aap akeli itna sab manage karti hain.
Thoda rest bhi to lijiye.”
Usne khud bartan dhone shuru kar diye.
Mrs. Malhotra peeche khadi rahi.
Unka pallu thoda sa sarak gaya tha. Aarav ne notice kiya, lekin turant nazar nahi daali.
Usne jaan-bujh kar unki taraf peeth karke kaam kiya, lekin uski presence unke bilkul kareeb thi.
Thodi der baad Mrs. Malhotra ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha,
“Tumhari mummy nahi hoti na, toh ghar thoda…
khali-khali sa lagta hai.
Tum aate ho toh…
thoda kam khali lagta hai.”
Aarav ne haath band karte hue unki taraf mud kar dekha.
“Main bhi yahi sochta hoon aunty.
Isliye aata hoon.”
Unki badi aankhein ek second ke liye uski aankhon mein ruki.
Phir unhone nazar hata li, lekin unke gaalon par halki si laali aa gayi thi.
Dopahar mein Tai ji terrace par thin.
Aarav ne unse permission leke unke saath walk kiya.
Dono chupchaap chal rahe the.
Thodi der baad Tai ji ne kaha,
“Tumhari mummy…
bahut alag aurat hai.
Aur tum…
usse milte-julte ho.
Lekin
tum
usse
zyada
khatarnak
lagte
ho.”
Aarav ne unki taraf dekha.
“Khatarnak?”
Tai ji ne halka sa muskura diya.
Woh muskaan pehli baar itni clear thi.
“Haan.
Jo log bahut zyada care karte hain,
woh
aksar
sabse
khatarnak
hote
hain.”
Aarav ne unki baat ko air mein latka hone diya.
Usne jawaab nahi diya.
Bas unke saath chalta raha.
Tai ji ne notice kiya ki yeh ladka unki baat se uncomfortable nahi hua.
Ulta usne unki baat ko absorb kar liya.
Yeh baat unhe thoda sa impress kar gayi.
Shaam ko Ayaan college se aaya.
Usne Aarav ko dekhte hi kaha,
“Bhai, aap aa gaye.
Mummy…
theek hain na?”
“Haan,” Aarav ne kaha.
“Unki wajah se hi toh main yahaan hoon.”
Ayaan ne muskuraate hue kaha,
“Achha hai aap aa gaye.
Ghar mein…
thoda heavy sa mahaul hai papa ke aane ke baad.”
Aarav ne uski baat note kar li.
Dinner ke time Rajeev ne jaan-bujh kar Aarav ke saamne wali seat li.
Usne khaate-khaate kaha,
“Aarav,
tumhari mummy ke baare mein Ayaan bahut baat karta hai.
Lagta hai unhone uspar kafi asar chhoda hai.”
Aarav ne plate se nazar uthaye bina kaha,
“Mummy logon par asar chhod deti hain.
Main bhi unse hi seekha hoon.”
Rajeev ne usse dekha.
Is baar uski nazar mein thodi si irritation thi.
Jaise usse pasand nahi aa raha ho ki yeh “beta” itna smoothly ghar mein fit ho raha hai.
Mrs. Malhotra ne beech mein bolte hue kaha,
“Aarav bahut madad karta hai.
Kal bhi kitchen mein meri help ki.”
Rajeev ne apni biwi ki taraf dekha.
Phir Aarav ki taraf.
Kuch nahi bola.
Tai ji ne chupchaap yeh sab dekha.
Unke chehre par ek ajeeb si muskaan thi.
Raat ko jab Aarav nikalne laga, toh Mrs. Malhotra ne usse gate tak chhodа.
Unhone dheemi awaaz mein kaha,
“Kal bhi aa jaana beta.
Ghar…
tumhare aane se
thoda
halka
lagta
hai.”
Aarav ne unki badi aankhon mein dekha.
Usne soft lekin clear awaaz mein kaha,
“Main aata rahunga aunty.
Jitni der aap chahein.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne nazar jhuka li.
Lekin unke honthon par halki si muskaan thi.
Aarav jab sadak par chal raha tha, toh usne peeche mud kar ek baar ghar ko dekha.
Khidki se Rajeev usse dekh raha tha.
Uski nazar mein clear irritation thi.
Aarav ne us nazar ko catch kiya.
Aur
usne
pehli
baar
halka
sa
muskura
diya.
Woh muskuraahat
Rajeev
tak
pahunch
gayi.
Aarav ne apne dimaag mein kaha —
Suman ne jo khel shuru kiya tha…
ab
main
use
kheloonga.
Aur is baar
maza
aayega.


Doosre din Aarav thoda pehle pahuncha.
Is baar usne haath mein kuch nahi liya tha — na mithai, na fruits. Sirf apni presence. Usne samajh liya tha ki is ghar mein cheezein laane se zyada, cheezein mehsoos karwana zaroori hai.
Darwaza Mrs. Malhotra ne khola.
Unhone aaj thoda sa better saree pehna tha. Pallu sahi se set tha. Baal bhi pehle se thode limе hue the.
“Aao beta,” unhone kaha.
Awaaz mein ek halki si expectation thi.
Aarav ne namaste kiya aur andar aaya.
Rajeev drawing room mein laptop par tha. Usne nazar uthaayi, Aarav ko dekha, aur wapas screen par dekhne laga. Lekin uske kandhe tight the.
Aarav ne seedha kitchen ki taraf jana shuru kiya.
“Aunty, aaj kya banana hai? Main madad kar lunga.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne peeche se kaha,
“Beta, tum roz-roz kitchen mein mat pada karo.
Log kya sochenge.”
Aarav ne thoda sa ruk kar unki taraf dekha.
“Logon se zyada
aapki thakan
mujhe dikhti hai.
Isliye karta hoon.”
Mrs. Malhotra ke chehre par ek second ke liye koi jawaab nahi aaya.
Phir unhone nazar jhuka li aur dheere se boli,
“Chalo, aalo dho lo.”
Dono kitchen mein khade the.
Mrs. Malhotra ke bade shareer ki garmi chhoti si kitchen mein mehsoos ho rahi thi. Aarav jaan-bujh kar unke bilkul bagal mein khada raha. Kabhi-kabhi unke haath se haath takra jaata.
Ek baar jab unhone masala ka dibba uthaya, toh Aarav ne unke haath ke neeche se support kar diya.
Unke haath uske haath se chhoo gaye.
Mrs. Malhotra ne haath nahi hataya.
Ek-do second tak dono waise hi rahe.
Phir unhone dheemi awaaz mein kaha,
“Tumhari mummy…
bahut lucky hain.”
Aarav ne unki taraf dekha.
“Kyoon, aunty?”
“Isliye ki unke paas
tum jaisa beta hai.”
Aarav ne kuch nahi kaha.
Usne bas unke haath se dibba le liya aur kaam mein lag gaya.
Dopahar mein Tai ji ne usse bulaya.
“Aarav,
upar aao.
Terrace par baath karni hai.”
Upar dono khade the.
Hawa chal rahi thi.
Tai ji ne seedha poocha,
“Tumhari mummy
aur tum
kitne milte-julte ho?”
Aarav ne controlled awaaz mein kaha,
“Kaafi.
Log kehte hain aankhein same hain.”
Tai ji ne usse gaur se dekha.
“Aankhein nahi.
Andar se.
Dono
ek
hi
tarah
ke
khatarnak
ho.”
Aarav ne unki nazar se nazar milayi.
Is baar usne nazar nahi hatayi.
“Agar aap ko
khatarnak
lagte hain…
toh bhi
aap
mujse
baat
kyoon
kar
rahi
hain?”
Tai ji ne pehli baar clearly muskura diya.
“Kyunki
khatarnak
log
hi
dilchasp
hote
hain.”
Itna kehkar woh chup ho gayi.
Lekin uske chehre par ek naya expression tha —
jaise usne Aarav ko ab sirf ‘Suman ka beta’ nahi,
balki
ek
alag
se
insaan
ke
taur
par
dekhna
shuru
kar
diya
ho.
Shaam ko Ayaan aaya.
Usne Aarav se normal baatein ki, lekin uske chehre par halki si bechaini thi.
“Bhai,
papa aaj kal thoda…
ajeeb behave kar rahe hain.
Mummy se bhi kam baat kar rahe hain.”
Aarav ne uske kandhe par haath rakhte hue kaha,
“Bado ke rishte
kabhi-kabhi
aese
hi
hote
hain.
Tu tension mat le.”
Dinner ke time Rajeev ne Aarav se seedha sawal kiya,
“Tumhari mummy
kab wapas aayengi?”
Aarav ne plate se nazar uthaye bina kaha,
“Is hafte ke end tak.
Unka schedule aesa hi rehta hai.”
Rajeev ne whisky ka ghoont liya.
“Unka schedule
bahut
flexible
lagta
hai.”
Aarav ne is baar uski taraf dekha.
“Zimmedari
flexible
nahi
hoti,
uncle.
Sirf
time
badalta
hai.”
Rajeev ki jaw thodi si tight ho gayi.
Usne kuch nahi kaha.
Raat ko jab Aarav nikalne laga, toh Mrs. Malhotra ne usse ek container mein khana pack karke diya.
“Le jao beta.
Raat ko kuch nahi banate hoge.”
Aarav ne unke haath se container liya.
Is baar usne unke haath ko thoda sa press kiya.
“Shukriya, aunty.
Aap…
bahut
care
kartі
hain.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne nazar nahi milayi.
Lekin unke kanpon par halki si laali aa gayi thi.
Bahar nikalte hue Aarav ne ek baar phir khidki ki taraf dekha.
Rajeev wahan khada tha.
Usse dekh raha tha.
Aarav ne uski nazar ko catch kiya…
aur
is
baar
usne
clear
se
muskura
diya.
Woh muskuraahat
ab
seedha
challenge
thi.


Teesre din Aarav ne thoda alag approach apnaya.
Usne subah message kiya Ayaan ko:
“Aaj thoda late aaunga.
Aunty se baat karni hai.
Tum tension mat lena.”
Ghar pahunchte hi usne notice kiya ki Mrs. Malhotra aaj thoda alag dress kiye hue thin.
Saree pehle se thodi tighter thi. Pallu bhi kandhe par nahi, balki thoda sa niche tha. Baal open the.
Aarav ne unhe dekhte hi ruk kar kaha,
“Aunty,
aaj aap…
alag dikh rahi hain.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne halka sa confuse hote hue poocha,
“Alag matlab?”
Aarav ne unki aankhon mein dekhte hue dheere se kaha,
“Matlab
sundar.
Pehle bhi dikhti thin,
lekin aaj…
nazar
tik
jaaye
aisi.”
Mrs. Malhotra ke chehre par clear laali aa gayi.
Unhone pallu theek karne ki koshish ki, lekin haath kaamp gaya.
“Beta…
aisi baatein…
mat kiya karo.”
Aarav ne thoda sa aage badh kar unke haath se pallu liya aur dheere se unke kandhe par set kar diya.
Uske ungliyan unke kandhe se halka sa chhoo gayi.
“Main jhoot nahi bol raha, aunty.
Aap…
ab bhi
bahut
maintain
ho.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne nazar bilkul neeche kar li.
Unki saans thodi tez ho gayi thi.
Woh kuch bol nahi paayi.
Dopahar mein Tai ji ne usse phir terrace par bulaya.
Is baar Aarav ne unke bilkul bagal mein khade hone ka faisla kiya.
Itna kareeb ki unke baazu kabhi-kabhi takra jaate.
Tai ji ne side se usse dekha.
“Tum aaj
zyada
himmat
wala
feel
ho
rahe
ho.”
Aarav ne unki taraf dekhte hue kaha,
“Aapke saath
khade
rehne
se
himmat
aa
jati
hai,
Tai ji.”
Tai ji ne ek second ke liye usse gaur se dekha.
Phir unhone halka sa muskura diya.
“Tumhari flirting…
tumhari mummy se
bhi
tez
hai.”
Aarav ne unki aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha,
“Main
unse
seekha
hoon.
Lekin
practice
apni
kar
raha
hoon.”
Tai ji ne hawa mein dekhte hue kaha,
“Practice
achhi
chal
rahi
hai.
Lekin
sabr
rakhna.
Yahaan
sab
kuch
dheere
hota
hai.”
Aarav ne unke kaan ke kareeb dheere se kaha,
“Main
sabr
kar
sakta
hoon.
Jitna
chahiye.”
Tai ji ke kaan ke neeche wali skin par halki si siskari si mehsoos hui.
Unhone nazar nahi milayi, lekin unhone peeche bhi nahi hati.
Shaam ko Ishita ne pehli baar khud se baat shuru ki.
Woh kitchen se nikal kar Aarav ke paas aayi aur boli,
“Aap…
kal jo history ke notes bheje the,
unse mera assignment almost complete ho gaya.
Thank you.”
Aarav ne uski taraf dekha.
“Aapko
jab
bhi
chahiye,
bolna.
Main
available
hoon.”
Ishita ne uski aankhon mein thodi der dekha.
Phir halka sa muskura diya — pehli baar.
“Aap…
thode
dangerous
ho,
Aarav bhai.”
Aarav ne soft lekin clear awaaz mein kaha,
“Sirf
un
logon
ke
liye
jo
door
se
dekhte
hain.
Jo
kareeb
aate
hain,
unke
liye
main
kaafi
safe
hoon.”
Ishita ne nazar hata li, lekin uske chehre par ek naya expression tha.
Raat ko jab Aarav jaane laga, toh Mrs. Malhotra ne usse gate tak chhodа.
Is baar unhone container nahi diya.
Sirf khadi rahi.
Aarav ne unki taraf dekhte hue kaha,
“Aunty,
aaj aapne
jo
saree
pehni
thi…
woh
aap par
bahut
fit
ho
rahi
thi.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne aankhein uthayi.
Unki badi aankhon mein ab clear tension ke saath-saath ek dabi hui iccha bhi thi.
“Beta…
tum
roz
aisi
baatein
karoge
toh
main…
sambhal
nahi
paaungi.”
Aarav ne unke kareeb ek kadam aur badha kar dheere se kaha,
“Phir
sambhalne
ki
koshish
mat
kijiye.
Kabhi-kabhi…
sambhal
na
paana
bhi
zaroori
hota
hai.”
Mrs. Malhotra ki saans ruk si gayi.
Unhone kuch nahi kaha.
Bas unke honth thode se khul gaye.
Aarav ne unhe last baar dekha,
phir muskuraate hue nikal gaya.
Peeche
Rajeev
khidki
se
poori
scene
dekh
raha
tha.
Uske chehre
par
ab
sirf
irritation
nahi
tha.
Usmein
saaf
sa
gussa
bhi
tha.

Chauthe din Aarav ne jaan-bujh kar thoda late kiya.
Usne message kiya:
“Aunty, aaj thoda kaam se late ho jaunga.
Aap log wait mat kariyega.”
Lekin woh time se pehle hi pahunch gaya.
Usne bilkul wahi timing choose ki jab Mrs. Malhotra akeli kitchen mein hoti thin.
Darwaza kholte hi Mrs. Malhotra ne usse dekh kar thoda sa surprise feel kiya.
Aaj unhone dark maroon saree pehni thi. Blouse thoda deep neck tha. Pallu dheela tha.
Aarav ne unhe upar se neeche tak dheere se dekha.
Is baar usne nazar chhupane ki koshish bhi nahi ki.
“Aunty…” usne awaaz mein thodi si bhaari pan rakhte hue kaha,
“Aap roz
mujhe
test
kar
rahi
hain
kya?”
Mrs. Malhotra ne confuse hote hue poocha,
“Test? Matlab?”
Aarav ne ek kadam aage badha kar kaha,
“Aise
kapde
pehen
kar.
Main
kitna
control
mein
reh
sakta
hoon…
yeh
dekhna
chahti
hain
kya?”
Mrs. Malhotra ke chehre ka rang change ho gaya.
Unhone pallu pakadne ki koshish ki, lekin Aarav ne dheere se unka haath pakad liya.
“Aunty…
mat
chhupaiye.
Aap
bahut
sundar
lag
rahi
hain.
Itna
ki
mere
liye
sambhalna
mushkil
ho
raha
hai.”
Mrs. Malhotra ki saans tez ho gayi.
Unke bade shareer se halki si garmi aa rahi thi.
Aarav unke bilkul kareeb tha. Unke doodhon ki narmi uske seene se almost touch ho rahi thi.
“Beta…” unhone kaamp’ti awaaz mein kaha,
“Aisi
baatein…
galat
hain.”
Aarav ne unke kaan ke bohot kareeb apne honth le jaakar dheere se kaha,
“Galat
lag
raha
hai…
ya
achha
lag
raha
hai?”
Mrs. Malhotra ne aankhein band kar li.
Unke honth thode se khul gaye.
Unhone jawaab nahi diya…
lekin unhone peeche bhi nahi hati.
Aarav ne unke kandhe se dheere se apna haath ferа.
Niche ki taraf.
Unki kamar tak.
“Aap
kaamp
rahi
hain,
aunty,” usne dheere se kaha.
“Main
bhi
kaamp
raha
hoon.”
Itne mein bahar se Tai ji ki awaaz aa gayi.
“Kya ho raha hai kitchen mein?”
Mrs. Malhotra ne jaise jaagte hue peeche hat gayi.
Unke chehre par clear laali thi.
Saans ab bhi tez thi.
Aarav ne unhe last baar dekha aur halka sa muskura diya.
Woh muskuraahat seedha unke andar utar gayi.
Baad mein terrace par Tai ji ne usse bulaya.
Is baar Aarav ne unke bilkul peeche khade hone ka faisla kiya.
Itna kareeb ki uski saans unke balon mein mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Tai ji ne peeche murе bina kaha,
“Tum
aaj
bahut
tez
ho
rahe
ho.”
Aarav ne unke kaan ke paas dheere se kaha,
“Aap
pasand
kar
rahi
hain
ya
shikayat
kar
rahi
hain?”
Tai ji ne halka sa sir ghumaya.
Unke honth uske honthon ke bohot kareeb the.
“Shikayat
kartі
toh
tumhe
yahaan
khade
nahi
hone
deti.”
Aarav ne unki kamar par dheere se haath rakha.
Kapdon ke upar.
“Phir
main
thoda
aur
kareeb
aa
jaaun?”
Tai ji ne aankhein band kar li.
Ek second.
Do second.
Phir unhone dheere se kaha,
“Abhi
nahi.
Lekin…
tum
sahi
direction
mein
ho.”
Aarav ne unki kamar se haath hataya, lekin usse pehle unke shareer ko ek second ke liye press kar diya.
Tai ji ki saans ruk si gayi.
Shaam ko jab Ayaan aaya toh usne ghar ka mahaul thoda ajeeb paaya.
Mummy ke chehre par laali thi.
Tai ji terrace se utarte hue thoda sa different feel ho rahi thin.
Papa ka mood kharab tha.
Aarav ne normal behave kiya, lekin uski aankhon mein ek clear satisfaction thi.
Raat ko nikalte time Mrs. Malhotra ne usse gate tak chhoda.
Is baar unhone uska haath pakad liya.
Kaamp’te hue.
“Beta…
tum
jo
kar
rahe
ho…
woh…
bahut
khatarnak
hai.”
Aarav ne unke haath ko apne haath mein lete hue kaha,
“Aunty…
main
khatarnak
nahi
hoon.
Main
bas
woh
kar
raha
hoon
jo
aap
chah
rahi
hain…
lekin
bol
nahi
paa
rahi.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Unke bade, bharе hue honth kaamp rahe the.
Aarav ne unke haath ko apne honthon tak le jaakar dheere se chhua.
Sirf ek second ke liye.
Phir chhod diya.
“Shab namaste, aunty.
Kal
phir
aaunga.”
Woh muskuraate hue nikal gaya.
Peeche
Mrs. Malhotra
gate
par
khadi
rahi.
Unke
haath
ab
bhi
kaamp
rahe
the.
Aur
andar
Rajeev
poori
cheez
dekh
raha
tha…
uske
chehre
par
saaf
sa
gussa
tha.


Paanchve din ki subah Rajeev subah 6 baje hi uth gaya tha.
Neend poori nahi aayi thi.
Pichle chaar din se uski neend kharab chal rahi thi. Har baar aankh khulte hi uske dimaag mein do cheezein aa jaati thin —
Suman ka soft chehra, uski aankhein, uska shareer…
aur
Aarav ki woh muskuraahat jo woh jaante-bujhte hue usse challenge ki tarah deta tha.
Rajeev ne bathroom mein jaakar munh dhoya.
Sheeshe mein apne chehre ko dekha.
Aankhon mein gussa saaf tha.
“Yeh ladka…” usne dheeme se kaha,
“apni mummy ki tarah
ghar
ke
andar
ghus
gaya
hai.”
Uske dimaag mein kal raat ki scene phir se ghumne lagi.
Mrs. Malhotra gate par khadi thi.
Aarav uska haath pakde hue tha.
Usne uska haath apne honthon tak le jaakar chhua tha.
Rajeev ne us waqt khidki se poori cheez dekh li thi.
Uske andar kuch toot sa gaya tha.
Woh apni biwi ko itne dino se ignore karta aa raha tha.
Usse lagta tha ki Mrs. Malhotra ab sirf ghar ki zimmedari hai, koi aurat nahi.
Lekin kal jab usne apni biwi ko Aarav ke saamne kaampte hue dekha…
toh usse pehli baar jalan hui.
Aur us jalan ke neeche
Suman ki yaad
aur
bhi
tez
ho
gayi.
Suman…
jo usse dekhte hi uske andar kuch hila deti thi.
Jo uske beta ke saath soft connection rakhati thi.
Jo uske ghar mein aati thi aur poori hawa badal deti thi.
Rajeev ne mutthi band ki.
“Pehle
woh
aurat
ghar
mein
ghusi…
ab
uska
beta
bhi.
Dono
milkar
mere
ghar
ko
khela
bana
rahe
hain.”
Jab Aarav aaj ghar aaya, toh Rajeev ne jaan-bujh kar drawing room mein hi position li.
Aarav ne namaste kiya.
Rajeev ne sirf sir hilaaya.
Awaaz nahi nikalii.
Mrs. Malhotra ne normal se chai laayi, lekin unke haath thode kaamp rahe the.
Kal raat wala touch ab bhi unke jism mein undеrcurrent ki tarah chal raha tha.
Aarav ne unse cup lete hue dheere se kaha,
“Aunty,
aaj aapke
chehre
par
thakan
zyada
hai.
Raat
ko
neend
nahi
aayi
kya?”
Mrs. Malhotra ne nazar nahi milayi.
“Bas…
thodi
si.”
Rajeev ne yeh baat sun li.
Uske andar gussa aur charh gaya.
Yeh ladka
meri
biwi
se
itni
narmi
se
baat
karta
hai
jaise
woh
uski
ho.
Usne whisky ka glass uthaya aur bhaari awaaz mein kaha,
“Aarav,
tumhari
mummy
ke
baare
mein
batao.
Woh
sach
mein
hi
dada-dadi
ke
paas
gayi
hain
ya
kahin
aur?”
Sawal mein clear suspicion thi.
Aarav ne uski taraf dheere se dekha.
“Uncle,
main
jhoot
nahi
bolta.
Woh
wahi
hain.
Agle
hafte
wapas
aayengi.”
Rajeev ne glass rakhte hue kaha,
“Unke
aane
par
main
unse
khud
baat
karunga.
Bahut
si
cheezеin
clear
karni
hain.”
Aarav ne uski baat ko air mein latka hone diya.
Usne bas itna kaha,
“Zaroor
uncle.
Mummy
se
baat
karna
achhi
baat
hai.”
Uske lehje mein ek halka sa challenge tha jo Rajeev ko aur chubha.
Dopahar mein jab Aarav Tai ji ke saath terrace par tha, tab Rajeev ne neeche se unhein dekha.
Tai ji Aarav ke bilkul kareeb khadi thin.
Aarav kuch dheeme se bol raha tha aur Tai ji muskura rahi thin.
Rajeev ke chehre par gussa saaf aa gaya.
Pehli
meri
biwi…
ab
Tai ji
bhi?
Yeh
ladka
ghar
ki
har
aurat
ko
apne
side
kar
raha
hai.
Uske dimaag mein Suman ka chehra phir se aa gaya.
Usne socha ki jab Suman wapas aayegi, toh woh usse akela pakadega.
Usse clearly bataayega ki woh kya chahta hai.
Aur agar woh mana kiya…
toh
woh
kisi
na
kisi
tarah
usse
haasil
karke
rahega.
Shaam ko Ayaan ke aane ke baad bhi mahaul heavy raha.
Rajeev ne dinner table par Aarav se almost baat nahi ki.
Lekin uski nazar baar-baar Aarav par jaati thi —
jaise woh uske andar ki niyat padhne ki koshish kar raha ho.
Raat ko jab Aarav nikalne laga, toh Rajeev ne usse gate par hi rok liya.
“Aarav,” usne bhaari awaaz mein kaha,
“tum
bahut
tez
ho
rahe
ho
is
ghar
mein.
Kabhi-kabhi
tez
log
jal
jaate
hain.”
Aarav ne uski aankhon mein seedha dekha.
Usne halka sa muskuraate hue kaha,
“Uncle,
main
tez
nahi
hoon.
Main
bas
un
jagahon
par
khada
ho
jaata
hoon
jahaan
jagah
khaali
hoti
hai.”
Rajeev ki jaw tight ho gayi.
Usne kuch nahi kaha.
Bas usse dekhte raha.
Aarav ne usse last baar dekha,
phir dheere se nikal gaya.
Rajeev gate par khada raha.
Uske dimaag mein ab sirf ek baat chal rahi thi —
Pehle
main
Suman
ko
haasil
karunga.
Phir
is
ladke
ko
is
ghar
se
bahar
nikaalunga.
Chahe
jo
bhi
karna
pade.

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Chhatve din ki subah Aarav ne decide kiya ki aaj woh thoda aur aage badhega.
Pichle paanch din se usne carefully pressure build kiya tha. Mrs. Malhotra ab uske saamne kaampne lagi thi. Tai ji usse challenge ki tarah dekhne lagi thin. Ishita usse notice karne lagi thi. Aur Rajeev… Rajeev ka gussa ab uske chehre par saaf dikhne laga tha.
Aarav ko yeh sab pasand aa raha tha.
Ghar pahunchte hi usne notice kiya ki Rajeev aaj bhi ghar par tha.
Laptop khula hua tha, lekin screen off thi. Woh sofe par baitha hua whisky pi raha tha — subah-subah.
Aarav ne normal se namaste kiya.
Rajeev ne sirf aankhon se jawab diya.
Mrs. Malhotra kitchen se nikal kar aayi.
Aaj unhone halka pink colour ka saree pehna tha. Blouse thoda tight tha. Unke chehre par neend ki kami ke nishaan the, lekin Aarav ko dekhte hi unki aankhein thodi si chamak uthi.
“Aao beta,” unhone kaha.
Awaaz mein ek dabi hui bechaini thi.
Aarav ne unke paas jaakar dheere se kaha,
“Aunty,
aapki aankhon
mein
neend
nahi
hai.
Raat
bhar
jagte
rahe
kya?”
Mrs. Malhotra ne nazar hata li.
“Kuch
soch
rahi
thi.”
Aarav ne unke kaan ke kareeb dheere se kaha,
“Mere
baare
mein?”
Mrs. Malhotra ke haath mein rakha cup halka sa hil gaya.
Unhone jawaab nahi diya.
Lekin unki saans tez ho gayi.
Rajeev ne yeh scene dekh liya.
Usne whisky ka glass zor se table par rakh diya.
“Aarav,” usne bhaari awaaz mein kaha,
“tum
bahut
comfortable
ho
gayе
ho
is
ghar
mein.”
Aarav ne uski taraf mud kar dekha.
“Uncle,
aapki
family
ne
mujhe
comfortable
feel
karaya.
Main
bas
jawab
de
raha
hoon.”
Rajeev ki aankhein pat gayi.
“Zyada
smart
mat
banо.
Main
samajh
raha
hoon
tum
kya
kar
rahe
ho.”
Aarav ne uski nazar se nazar milayi.
Is baar usne nazar nahi hatayi.
“Main
kya
kar
raha
hoon,
uncle?”
Rajeev ne aage badh kar kaha,
“Mere
ghar
ki
auraton
ko
apne
side
kar
rahe
ho.
Pehle
tumhari
mummy…
ab
tum.
Dono
milkar—”
“Rajeev!”
Mrs. Malhotra ki awaaz aa gayi.
Unka chehra laal tha.
“Bahut
ho
gaya.
Mehman
ke
saamne
aisi
baatein?”
Rajeev ne apni biwi ki taraf dekha.
Uske chehre par gussa aur jalan dono the.
“Mehman?” usne kaha.
“Yeh
mehman
nahi
raha.
Yeh
ghar
ke
andar
tak
aa
chuka
hai.”
Aarav ne dheere se kaha,
“Uncle,
agar
aapko
meri
presence
se
takleef
hai
toh
main
aana
band
kar
sakta
hoon.
Bas
ek
baat
kahunga —
jo
jagah
khaali
hoti
hai,
use
koi
na
koi
to
bharta
hai.”
Yeh baat sunte hi Rajeev ka chehra tamaatar ho gaya.
Usne kuch nahi kaha.
Bas gusse se whisky ka glass uthaya aur apne room ki taraf chala gaya.
Mrs. Malhotra ne Aarav ki taraf dekha.
Unki aankhon mein dar, sharm, aur ek ajeeb si raahat — teeno the.
“Beta…” unhone dheemi awaaz mein kaha,
“tum
jaao
aaj.
Mahaul
thoda…
kharab
hai.”
Aarav ne unke paas jaakar unka haath pakad liya.
Is baar unke haath ko apne haath mein lete hue dheere se kaha,
“Main
jaa
raha
hoon,
aunty.
Lekin
main
door
nahi
jaa
raha.
Aap
jab
bhi
chahein…
main
aa
jaunga.”
Usne unke haath ko apne honthon se chhua.
Is baar thoda der tak.
Mrs. Malhotra ne aankhein band kar li.
Unke honth kaamp rahe the.
Aarav ne unhe chhodа,
phir Tai ji ki taraf dekha.
Tai ji poori der se yeh sab dekh rahi thin.
Unhone kuch nahi kaha.
Bas Aarav ko dekhte hue ek baar sir hilaaya —
jaise keh rahi hon:
Ab
khel
sach
mein
shuru
hua.
Aarav ne unhe bhi halka sa sir hilaaya,
phir ghar se nikal gaya.
Bahar aate hi usne deep breath li.
Uske dimaag mein Rajeev ka gussa,
Mrs. Malhotra ki kaamp’ti saans,
aur
Tai ji ki teez nazar
ghum
rahi
thi.
Usne apne aap se kaha,
“Do din
aur.
Phir
Suman
aayegi.
Aur
tab
asli
maza
shuru
hoga.

Saatve din ki subah Aarav ne aankhein kholte hi mehsoos kiya ki aaj ka din alag hai.
Shareer ke andar halka sa khichav shuru ho chuka tha. Yeh woh pehchaan tha jo har saatve din aata tha. Raat ko transformation hona tha. Kal subah se phir Suman hoti.
Isliye aaj ka din uske liye important tha.
Aaj jo bhi karega, uska asar agle hafte Suman ke return par dikhega.
Usne mirror mein apne aap ko dekha.
Aankhon mein wohi thandi, control mein rakhi hui bhook thi.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Aaj
aakhiri
din
hai.
Isliye
aaj
thoda
gehra
chhodna
hoga.”
Ghar pahunchte hi usne feel kiya ki hawa bhaari thi.
Rajeev drawing room mein khada tha, haath mein coffee ka cup.
Usne Aarav ko dekhte hi poori tarah se dekhna band nahi kiya.
Uske chehre par pichle din ka gussa ab bhi saaf tha, lekin uske neeche ek aur cheez aa gayi thi —
ek ajeeb si, dabi hui bechaini.
Mrs. Malhotra kitchen se nikal kar aayi.
Aaj unhone black saree pehni thi.
Blouse tight tha.
Baal open the.
Unke chehre par neend ki kami ke saath-saath ek dabi hui ghabrahat thi.
Aarav ne unhe dekhte hi ruk kar kaha,
“Aunty…
aaj
aap
dil
se
lag
rahi
hain.”
Mrs. Malhotra ke step ruk gaye.
Unhone aas-paas dekha, phir dheemi awaaz mein kaha,
“Beta…
aaj
mat
karо.
Mahaul
thik
nahi
hai.”
Aarav ne unke paas jaakar unke haath se pallu liya aur dheere se unke kandhe par set kiya.
Uske ungliyan unke kandhe se lekar unki gardan ke kinare tak feri.
“Mahaul
kabhi
thik
nahi
hota,
aunty.
Kabhi-kabhi
mahaul
ko
khud
thik
karna
padta
hai.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne aankhein band kar li.
Unki saans unke bade seene ko upar-neeche kar rahi thi.
Aarav itna kareeb tha ki unhe uski body heat mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Rajeev ne yeh scene dekh liya.
Usne cup table par rakhte hue bhaari awaaz mein kaha,
“Aarav.
Ek
minute.
Baahar.”
Aarav ne Mrs. Malhotra ke kandhe se haath hataya, unhe last baar dekha, phir Rajeev ke peeche-peeche gate ki taraf chala gaya.
Bahar khade hokar Rajeev ne seedha kaha,
“Main
samajh
gaya
hoon
tum
kya
kar
rahe
ho.
Merі
biwi
ke
saath…
Tai ji
ke
saath…
is
ghar
ke
saath.
Aur
main
yeh
nahi
hone
dungа.”
Aarav ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Usne bilkul shaant awaaz mein kaha,
“Uncle,
main
kuch
nahi
kar
raha.
Main
bas
woh
jagah
bhar
raha
hoon
jo
aapne
khaali
chhod
rakhi
hai.
Aap
business
mein
busy
rahte
hain.
Ghar
ki
auratein…
akeli
pad
jati
hain.
Main
sirf
saath
de
raha
hoon.”
Rajeev ka chehra tamaatar ho gaya.
Usne aage badh kar Aarav ke collar ke kareeb se kaha,
“Agar
maine
dekha
ki
tum
meri
biwi
ke
kareeb
phir
se
gaye…
toh
main
tumhe
is
ghar
se
hamesha
ke
liye
bahar
nikaal
dungа.
Aur
tumhari
mummy
ko
bhi.”
Aarav ne uski nazar se nazar milayi.
Is baar usne halka sa muskura diya.
“Uncle,
dhamki
tab
detе
hain
jab
andar
se
dar
lagta
hai.
Aap
dar
rahe
hain.
Isliye
ki
aap
jaante
hain…
agar
main
chaahun,
toh
yeh
ghar
merе
bina
adhoora
lagne
lagega.”
Rajeev ne usse dhakka dene ki koshish ki, lekin Aarav ne step nahi hataya.
“Aap
abhi
bhi
Suman
ke
baare
mein
soch
rahe
hain,
na?” Aarav ne dheeme se kaha.
“Unki
aankhein,
unke
honth,
unke
shareer
ki
narmi…
sab
yaad
hai
na
aapko?”
Rajeev ki aankhein phail gayi.
Usne nahi socha tha ki Aarav itna seedha bolega.
Aarav ne uske kaan ke kareeb jaakar dheere se kaha,
“Agla
hafte
woh
wapas
aayengi.
Tab
dekhna…
kaun
jitа
hai.”
Itna kehkar Aarav ne usse chhodа aur andar chala gaya.
Andar Mrs. Malhotra aur Tai ji dono tension mein thin.
Aarav ne Mrs. Malhotra ke paas jaakar unke haath mein apna haath rakhа.
Is baar unhone haath nahi hataya.
“Aunty,” usne dheeme se kaha,
“main
aaj
ke
baad
ek
hafte
ke
liye
nahi
aaunga.
Mummy
aayengi.
Lekin
main
wapas
aaunga.
Aur
jab
aaunga…
tab
aap
mujse
jo
bhi
kehna
chahti
hain,
keh
paayengi.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Unke bade, bharе hue honth kaamp rahe the.
Unhone sirf itna kaha,
“Tum…
bahut
khatarnak
ho,
Aarav.”
Aarav ne unke haath ko apne honthon se chhua.
Is baar thodi der zyada.
“Haan,” usne kaha.
“Aur
aap
ko
yeh
khatra
pasand
aa
raha
hai.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne aankhein band kar li.
Unke nakhun uske haath mein chubh gaye.
Tai ji ne door se yeh sab dekha.
Unhone Aarav ko bulaya.
Jab woh unke paas gaya toh Tai ji ne dheeme se kaha,
“Tum
jaante
ho
na
ki
tum
kya
kar
rahe
ho?
Yeh
ghar
ab
khatre
mein
hai.
Aur
tum
us
khatre
ka
centre
ho.”
Aarav ne unki aankhon mein dekha.
“Tai ji,
main
centre
nahi
hoon.
Main
sirf
woh
aag
hoon
jo
pehle
se
bhadak
rahi
thi.
Main
ne
sirf
hawa
di
hai.”
Tai ji ne usse lamba dekha.
Phir unhone kuch ajeeb sa kiya.
Unhone apna haath aage badha kar Aarav ke seene par rakhа.
Kapdon ke upar.
Thodi der ke liye.
“Agle
hafte,” unhone dheeme se kaha,
“jab
tumhari
mummy
aayengi…
tab
dekhte
hain
ki
asli
khel
kaun
khelta
hai.”
Aarav ne unke haath ko apne haath se dabaaya.
“Main
intezaar
karunga.”
Raat ko jab Aarav ghar se nikalа, toh usne last baar peeche mud kar dekha.
Khidki se Mrs. Malhotra usse dekh rahi thi.
Unke aankhon mein saaf tadap thi.
Rajeev unke peeche khada tha, chehre par gussa aur bekaraari dono the.
Tai ji terrace se neeche dekh rahi thin.
Aarav ne un teeno ko dekha…
aur
muskura
diya.
Uske dimaag mein ek baat saaf thi —
Kal
subah
se
Suman
hogi.
Aur
Suman
ke
aate
hi
yeh
ghar
phir
se
jaleга.
Lekin
is
baar
aag
dono
taraf
se
lagegi.
Aarav ne apne haath ko mutthi mein band kiya.
Transformation
ka
dard
ab
shuru
hone
wala
tha.
Aur
uske
saath
hi
ek
naya,
khatarnak
sa
khel
bhi.

Raat ke 1:40 baje dard ne poori tarah se jagah bana li.
Aarav bathroom ke sheeshe ke saamne khada tha. Shirt nikal chuka tha. Saans tez thi. Pet ke andar se ek gehra, andhera sa khichav uth raha tha jo haddi se hota hua chamdi tak phael raha tha. Yeh dard ab pehchaan ban chuka tha. Har hafta ka aakhiri raat ka dard.
Usne aankhein band kar li.
Pehle haddiyan naram padne lagi.
Kandhe sankuchne lage.
Seene mein ek ajeeb sa bhaari pan aane laga.
Kamar andar ki taraf khichne lagi.
Aur neeche… woh tabdeeli jo har baar usse yaad dilati thi ki woh kabhi bhi poora mard ya poori aurat nahi reh sakta.
Jab dard khatam hua, toh sheeshe mein Suman khadi thi.
Baal kandhon tak girе hue.
Bhari hui, naram chhatiyan.
Patli kamar.
Aur aankhein… wahi aankhein, lekin ab unmein ek alag si gehraai thi.
Aarav wale hafte ka khel ab Suman ke shareer mein utar chuka tha.
Suman ne apne haath se apne seene ko chhua.
Phir dheere se kaha,
“Ab
mera
number
hai.”
Subah 10 baje Suman ne simple cream colour ki kurti pehni.
Baal thode se open rakhe.
Halka sa kajal.
Chehre par woh soft expression jo Ayaan ko sukoon deta tha, lekin uske neeche Aarav wale hafte ki saari garmi chhupi hui thi.
Usne Ayaan ko message kiya:
“Main aa gayi.
Seedha ghar aa rahi hoon.”
Phir nikal padi.
Darwaza Mrs. Malhotra ne khola.
Unhone Suman ko dekhte hi ek second ke liye rok sa liya.
Unki badi aankhein Suman ke chehre par ruki, phir uske shareer par, phir wapas aankhon par aayi.
Kal tak jo Aarav unke haath ko apne honthon se chhu raha tha, aaj uski “maa” unke saamne khadi thi.
“Suman…” unhone dheemi awaaz mein kaha.
“Aap…
aa
gayi.”
Suman ne soft muskaan ke saath namaste kiya.
“Haan aunty.
Kaam se wapas aa gayi.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne unhe andar aane diya.
Lekin unke haath thode kaamp rahe the.
Drawing room mein Rajeev baitha tha.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hi poori tarah se dekhna band nahi kiya.
Cup uske haath mein ruk gaya.
Usne Suman ko itni der tak dekha ki Mrs. Malhotra ke chehre par clear discomfort aa gaya.
“Suman ji,” Rajeev ne kaha.
Awaaz mein ek dabi hui bhook thi.
“Is baar
aap
thoda
zyada
der
baad
aayi.”
Suman ne uski nazar se nazar milayi.
“Zimmedari thi, Rajeev ji.
Ab main aa gayi hoon.”
Rajeev ne usse upar se neeche tak ek baar aur dekha.
Is baar uski nazar uske seene aur kamar par thodi der zyada ruki.
“Achha
hua
aap
aa
gayi,” usne kaha.
“Ghar
mein
ek
baar
phir
se…
energy
aa
gayi
hai.”
Tai ji magazine band kar ke dekh rahi thin.
Unki teez aankhein Suman ke chehre par thin —
jaise woh Aarav aur Suman ke beech ke farak ko naap rahi hon.
Ishita room se nikal kar aayi.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hue sirf itna kaha,
“Aap
aa
gayi,
aunty.”
Lekin uski nazar bhi thodi der ke liye ruki.
Thodi der baad Ayaan aa gaya.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hi poora chehra khol diya.
Bag neeche rakhte hi woh uske paas aa gaya.
“Aap
aa
gayi,” usne dheemi, khushi bhari awaaz mein kaha.
“Main
roz
intezaar
kar
raha
tha.”
Suman ne uske haath ko halka sa pakad liya.
“Ab
main
yahin
hoon.”
Rajeev ne yeh chhota sa touch dekh liya.
Uske chehre par gussa aur bhook dono ek saath nikal aaye.
Mrs. Malhotra ne jaldi se kaha,
“Chalo,
chai
peete
hain.
Suman
thak
gayi
hongi.”
Suman ne soft smile ke saath sir hilaaya.
Lekin uske dimaag mein ek baat saaf thi —
Aarav ne is ghar mein
jo
aag
lagayi
thi…
ab
use
Suman
ke
shareer
se
aur
bhadkana
tha.
Aur
is
baar
Rajeev
bhi
us
aag
ka
hissa
banne
wala
tha.


Doosre din Suman thodi der pehle pahunchi.
Usne jaan-bujh kar woh cream kurti pehni thi jo uske shareer se soft sa chipki hui thi. Baal thode se khule the. Chehre par koi bhaari makeup nahi tha, lekin aankhon mein woh gehraai thi jo Rajeev ko pehli baar se kheench rahi thi.
Ghar mein Mrs. Malhotra market gayi hui thin.
Ishita college mein thi.
Tai ji apne room mein aaram kar rahi thin.
Ayaan abhi aane wala tha.
Drawing room mein sirf Rajeev tha.
Woh sofe par baitha tha, laptop khula hua, lekin kaam nahi kar raha tha.
Suman ko dekhte hi usne screen band kar diya.
“Akele ho aaj?” Suman ne soft lekin clear awaaz mein poocha.
Rajeev ne usse upar se neeche tak dekha.
Is baar usne nazar chhupane ki koshish nahi ki.
“Haan.
Baaki log nahi hain.
Baithiye.”
Suman ne uske saamne wali kursi ke bajaye, uske sofe ke hi doosre end par jagah li.
Itni doori ki beech mein ek cushion tha, lekin hawa mein tension saaf tha.
Rajeev ne uski taraf body ghumayi.
“Aap
har
baar
aa-jaa
rahi
hain
is
ghar
mein.
Kabhi
socha
hai
ki
main
kya
sochta
hoonga?”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Aap
sochte
honge
ki
main
aapke
bete
ke
kaafi
kareeb
ho
gayi
hoon.”
Rajeev ne halka sa muskura diya.
Woh muskuraahat aankhon tak nahi pahunchi.
“Sirf
bete
ke
kareeb?
Aap
merе
ghar
ke
har
hisso
mein
ghus
chuki
hain.
Meri
biwi
aapke
aane
se
pehle
itni
soft
nahi
thi.
Tai ji
aapko
dekh
kar
chup
ho
jati
hain.
Aur
main…”
Usne baat adhoori chhod di.
Suman ne aage badh kar cushion hata diya.
Ab unke beech doori aur kam ho gayi thi.
“Aap
kya
mehsoos
karte
hain,
Rajeev ji?” usne dheeme se poocha.
Rajeev ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Phir uske honthon par.
Phir uske seene par.
“Main
mehsoos
karta
hoon
ki
aap
is
ghar
mein
sirf
Ayaan
ke
liye
nahi
aati.
Aap
jaanti
hain
ki
main
aapko
kaise
dekhta
hoon.
Aur
aap
wapas
aati
hain.”
Suman ne uski baat ko nahi tokа.
Usne bas itna kaha,
“Main
jaanti
hoon.
Aapki
nazar
mein
bhook
hai.
Pyar
nahi.”
Rajeev ne ek second ke liye ruk kar dekha.
Phir usne aage badh kar Suman ka haath pakad liya.
Uske haath bade the, garam the, aur unmein ek controlled pressure tha.
“Pyar
ki
zaroorat
nahi,” usne bhaari awaaz mein kaha.
“Main
aapko
chahta
hoon.
Seedhi
baat.
Aap
bhi
yeh
jaanti
hain.”
Suman ne uska haath nahi chhoda.
Usne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha,
“Aap
chaahte
hain.
Main
bhi
dekh
rahi
hoon.
Lekin
yahaan
ghar
hai.
Aapki
biwi
hai.
Aapka
beta
hai.”
Rajeev ne uska haath apne haath mein aur zor se pakda.
Usne Suman ko apni taraf thoda sa khinchа.
“Woh
sab
mujse
door
ho
chuke
hain.
Aap
jab
paas
hoti
hain…
toh
mujhe
sirf
aap
nazar
aati
hain.”
Suman ne uski nazar se nazar milayi.
Uske andar bhook hilti hui mehsoos hui.
Yeh bhook Ayaan wali narmi se bilkul alag thi.
Yeh sukhi thi.
Andheri thi.
Sirf shareer maangti thi.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Agar
kabhi
mauka
bana…
toh
dekhеnge.”
Rajeev ki aankhein pat gayi.
Usne Suman ka haath chhodа nahi.
Usne uske haath ko apne leg par rakh diya.
“Mauka
main
banaunga,” usne kaha.
“Aap
bas
mana
mat
karna.”
Itne mein bahar se key ki awaaz aayi.
Mrs. Malhotra aa rahi thin.
Suman ne turant haath hata liya.
Rajeev ne bhi apni position normal kar li.
Lekin un dono ke beech jo hawa thi,
woh
ab
bhi
bhaari
thi.
Mrs. Malhotra andar aayi toh unhone pehle Suman ko dekha,
phir Rajeev ko.
Unke chehre par ek second ke liye sawaal aaya, lekin unhone kuch nahi poocha.
Suman ne soft smile ke saath kaha,
“Aunty,
main
Ayaan
ka
intezaar
kar
rahi
thi.”
Rajeev ne uski taraf ek last nazar daali.
Us nazar mein saaf likha tha —
Yeh
khel
ab
sirf
dekhne
ka
nahi
raha.
Ab
main
aage
badhunga.
Suman ne us nazar ko pakad liya.
Uske andar bhook
muskura
rahi
thi.
Pyar
nahi.
Sirf
bhook.

Teesre din Suman ne thoda alag soch kar ghar aane ka time nikala.
Is baar woh tab gayi jab Ayaan college se aane wala tha, taaki Rajeev ke saath akela time na ho.
Lekin kismat ne kuch aur hi plan kiya tha.
Jab Suman pahunchi toh Ayaan ka message aaya:
“Project meeting longer chal gayi.
1 ghante late ho jaunga.
Aap ghar mat jaana, main seedha aata hoon.”
Suman ne phone pocket mein rakha.
Darwaza Mrs. Malhotra ne nahi, Rajeev ne khola.
Woh fresh shirt mein tha.
Baal thode se geele the, jaise abhi naha kar aaya ho.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hi ek second ke liye poora dekh liya — dheere se, bina sharm ke.
“Akele?” usne poocha.
“Haan,” Suman ne kaha.
“Ayaan late ho raha hai.”
Rajeev ne side hote hue usse andar aane diya.
Jab Suman uske bagal se guzri, toh uske shareer se halki si perfume aur garam skin ki khushboo aayi.
Rajeev ne jaan-bujh kar thoda sa aage badh kar uska haath apne haath se touch kar liya.
Suman ne haath nahi hataya.
Bas andar aage badh gayi.
Drawing room mein Tai ji nahi thin.
Mrs. Malhotra bhi upstairs thi.
Ghar mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi.
Rajeev ne peeche se kaha,
“Baithiye.
Aaj
aap
ko
bhagana
nahi
chahta.”
Suman ne sofe par jagah li.
Rajeev uske bagal mein aakar baith gaya.
Is baar beech mein cushion nahi tha.
Dono ke shareer ke beech sirf thodi si hawa thi.
Rajeev ne aage badh kar table se glass uthaya, lekin usne piya nahi.
Usne Suman ki taraf dekhte hue kaha,
“Kal
jo
baat
hui
thi…
uske
baare
mein
sochta
raha.
Aapne
kaha
tha
ki
yeh
pyar
nahi,
bhook
hai.
Sahi
kaha
aapne.
Main
aapke
pyar
mein
nahi
padna
chahta.
Main
aapko
chahta
hoon.”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Aap
chaahte
hain
toh
seedha
bolie.
Ghumа-phira
ke
nahi.”
Rajeev ne uska haath pakad liya.
Is baar zor se.
Usne Suman ke haath ko apne leg par rakh diya aur apni ungliyon se uski ungliyon ko dabaaya.
“Main
aapko
apne
neeche
chahta
hoon,” usne bhaari awaaz mein kaha.
“Main
aapke
shareer
ko
dekhna
chahta
hoon.
Chhoona
chahta
hoon.
Aur
aap
bhi
yeh
jaanti
hain.
Isliye
aap
wapas
aati
hain.”
Suman ne uska haath nahi chhoda.
Usne uski nazar se nazar milayi.
“Aap
ki
bhook
mujhe
dikhai
de
rahi
hai.
Lekin
main
koi
sasti
cheez
nahi
hoon
jo
aap
jab
chahein
le
lein.”
Rajeev ne uske haath ko aur zor se pakda.
Usne Suman ko apni taraf thoda sa khinchа.
Ab unke chehre ke beech bahut kam doori thi.
“Phir
keemat
batao,” usne kaha.
“Jo
bhi
hai,
main
dunga.
Lekin
aap
ko
main
lena
chahta
hoon.”
Suman ne uske honthon par nazar daali.
Phir uski aankhon mein.
“Keemat
yeh
hai
ki
aap
sabr
karein.
Aur
jab
main
kahun…
tab
aage
badhein.”
Rajeev ki saans tez ho gayi.
Usne Suman ke haath ko chhodа nahi.
Usne apni doosri haath se Suman ke baal ke ek lock ko dheere se touch kiya.
“Main
sabr
kar
lunga.
Lekin
zyada
der
tak
nahi.”
Itne mein upstairs se Mrs. Malhotra ki awaaz aayi.
“Rajeev?
Neeche
kaun
hai?”
Rajeev ne turant haath hata liya.
Suman ne bhi apni position normal kar li.
Mrs. Malhotra neeche aayi.
Unhone dono ko sofe par bagal-bagal baithе hue dekha.
Unke chehre par ek second ke liye sawaal aur jalan dono aaye.
“Suman,
aap
aa
gayi,” unhone kaha.
Awaaz mein pehle jaisi garmi nahi thi.
“Haan aunty.
Ayaan
late
ho
raha
hai.
Isliye
yahi
intezaar
kar
rahi
thi.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne sir hilaaya.
Lekin unki nazar baar-baar Rajeev aur Suman ke beech ki kam hoti doori par ja rahi thi.
Thodi der baad Ayaan aa gaya.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hi poora mood change kar liya.
Woh seedha uske paas aaya aur uska haath pakad liya.
“Sorry,
late
ho
gaya.
Chalo
thodi
der
bahar
chalte
hain?”
Suman ne uske haath ko wapas pakadte hue kaha,
“Chalo.”
Jaate time usne ek nazar Rajeev par daali.
Rajeev usse dekh raha tha.
Us nazar mein saaf likha tha —
Main
intezaar
karunga.
Lekin
jab
lena
hoga…
toh
le
lunga.
Suman ne us nazar ko feel kiya.
Uske andar bhook
phir
se
jag
gayi.
Ayaan ke narm haath
ke
saath-saath
ab
Rajeev
ki
bhaari
bhook
bhi
uske
shareer
mein
utar
rahi
thi.

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Chauthe din Suman ne Ayaan ke saath time bitane ka faisla kiya.
Usne message kiya:
“Aaj ghar mat aana pehle.
Seedha mere flat aa jaana.
Shaam ko 5 baje.”
Ayaan ne turant haan bol diya.
Suman ne flat thoda sa set kiya.
Halka itr.
Soft lighting.
Khud ne light peach colour ka loose top aur black leggings pehne.
Baal khule.
Paanch baje Ayaan aa gaya.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hi ruk sa gaya.
“Aap…
aaj
bahut
naram
lag
rahi
ho.”
Suman ne darwaza band kiya aur uske kareeb jaakar kaha,
“Aaj
main
sirf
tere
liye
naram
hoon.”
Ayaan ne uska haath pakad liya.
Phir dheere se usse apne kareeb khinchа.
Choomban pehle halka tha, phir gehra hota gaya.
Suman ne uske baalon mein haath daal diya.
Ayaan ke haath uski kamar par the.
Dono bed tak pahunche.
Suman ne Ayaan ko litaya aur uske upar aa gayi.
Unke honth phir se mil gaye.
Ayaan ne uske top ke neeche haath badhaya.
Uski nangi kamar uske haath mein thi.
Suman ne rokа nahi.
Usne Ayaan ke kaan ke paas dheere se kaha,
“Aaj
bas
itna.
Mujhe
tere
haath
chahiye…
lekin
abhi
poora
nahi.”
Ayaan ne usse samajhte hue uske seene par haath rakha — kapdon ke upar.
Dheere-dheere sahlaane laga.
Suman ki saans tez ho gayi.
“Aahh…
Ayaan…”
Woh uske upar dheere-dheere hilne lagi.
Unka choomban ab geela aur bhaari tha.
Ayaan ke haath kabhi uski kamar par the, kabhi uski peeth par.
Thodi der baad Suman ne usse rokа.
Uske aankhon mein pani jaisa geelaapan tha.
“Bas…
abhi
ke
liye
bas.
Main
tujhe
chahti
hoon…
lekin
andar
se
abhi
bhi
lad
rahi
hoon.”
Ayaan ne usse apne seene se laga liya.
“Main
yahin
hoon.
Jitni
der
ladna
hai,
lad.
Main
nahi
jaane
wala.”
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske liye yeh narmi ab bhi sabse khatarnak cheez thi.
Shaam ko jab Suman Ayaan ke ghar wapas aayi, toh mahaul pehle se tight tha.
Rajeev ne usse dekhte hi drawing room se bulaya.
“Suman ji,
ek
minute.”
Mrs. Malhotra kitchen se nikal kar dekh rahi thin.
Tai ji bhi apni jagah se nazar utha kar dekh rahi thin.
Suman ne Rajeev ke paas jaakar khade hokar kaha,
“Boliye.”
Rajeev ne aawaz low rakhte hue kaha,
“Aap
kitna
sabr
test
karogi?
Main
aapko
dekh
kar
paagal
ho
raha
hoon.
Aaj
raat
hi…
mujhe
time
chahiye.
Aapke
saath.”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Usne bilkul shaant awaaz mein kaha,
“Aap
abhi
bhi
sabr
karein.
Jab
main
ready
hoongi…
main
khud
bata
doongi.
Usse
pehle
agar
aap
ne
force
kiya…
toh
yeh
khel
yahin
khatam.”
Rajeev ki aankhein pat gayi.
Usne gusse aur bhook mein kaha,
“Main
zyada
der
nahi
ruk
sakta.”
Suman ne usse last baar dekha.
“Phir
bhi
rukie.”
Itna kehkar woh Ayaan ke paas chali gayi.
Rajeev uske peeche dekhte raha.
Uske chehre par saaf likha tha —
uska sabr ab tootne ke kareeb hai.
Mrs. Malhotra ne poori baat nahi suni thi, lekin unhone dono ki body language dekh li thi.
Unke chehre par suspicion aur jalan dono aur gehre ho gaye the.
Tai ji ne magazine band ki.
Unhone Suman ko dekha…
phir Rajeev ko.
Unke chehre par ek ajeeb si muskaan thi.
Jaise woh keh rahi hon —
ab
khel
asli
turn
lene
wala
hai.

Paanchve din Suman ne subah uthte hi mehsoos kiya ki uski bhook pehle se thodi teez thi.
Kal raat Ayaan ke narm haathon ke baad bhi shareer poora shant nahi hua tha. Neend adhoori rahi thi.
Usne socha aaj shayad Ayaan ke saath poora din bitaane se thoda sukoon mile.
Ayaan ne 11 baje call kiya.
“Aaj ghar mat baithna.
Main leke aata hoon aapko.
Ghoomte hain, movie dekhte hain.
Phir…
jo aap chaaho.”
Suman ne haan kar diya.
Ayaan usse 12 baje le gaya.
Pehle unhone shehar ke ek quiet cafe mein time bitaya.
Phir ek mall mein thoda ghoome.
Ayaan baar-baar uska haath pakadta, kabhi uske kareeb aakar kuch dheeme se bolta.
Suman uski narmi ko feel kar rahi thi, lekin uske shareer ke andar ki bhook us narmi se aur bhadak rahi thi.
Shaam ko unhone ek movie dekhi.
Dark theatre.
Ayaan ne dheere se Suman ka haath pakad liya.
Phir uska sar apne kandhe par rakh liya.
Movie ke beech mein usne Suman ke kaan ke paas aakar uske gale ko halka sa choom liya.
Suman ki aankhein band ho gayi.
Uske shareer mein ek halki si tarap uthi.
Movie ke baad Ayaan ne poocha,
“Ab…
kahaan jaana hai?”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Mere
flat.”
Flat ka darwaza band hote hi Ayaan ne usse deewar se laga kar choom liya.
Yeh choomban pehle se gehra tha.
Ayaan ke haath uski kamar par the, phir uske top ke neeche.
Suman ne uski shirt ke button kholne shuru kar diye.
Dono bed tak girte hue pahunche.
Ayaan ne Suman ka top aur bra utaar diya.
Uske bade, naram doodh haath mein le kar usne unhe choomna shuru kiya.
Suman ke muh se naram siskariyan nikalne lagi.
“Aahh…
Ayaan…
haan…”
Usne Ayaan ka belt khola.
Jeans neeche ki.
Ayaan ka lund sakht tha.
Suman ne use haath mein liya aur dheere-dheere sahlaaya.
Ayaan ne uski leggings aur panty ek saath khinch kar nikaal di.
Suman ki choot pehle se geeli thi.
Ayaan ne uski taangon ko kholte hue apna lund uski choot par ragda.
Phir dheere se andar dhakel diya.
“Aahhh…” Suman ki peeth machak gayi.
Ayaan ne narmi se pelna shuru kiya.
Gehra, lekin controlled.
Woh beech-beech mein uske honth choomta, uske doodh dabata, uske kaan mein dheeme se bolta.
“Aap…
kitni
naram
ho…
kitni
garam…”
Suman uske neeche hil rahi thi.
Uski choot geeli ho kar Ayaan ke lund ko chor rahi thi.
Lekin andar se kuch poora nahi ho raha tha.
Ayaan ki saans tez hone lagi.
Usne speed badha di.
Suman ne usse zor se pakad liya.
“Ayaan…
aur…
thoda
aur…”
Ayaan ne kuch der tez choda.
Phir ek gehre dhakke ke saath uske andar hi jhad gaya.
Woh Suman ke upar gira hua saans le raha tha.
Khush.
Satisfied.
Lekin Suman ki aankhein khuli hui thin.
Uske shareer ne abhi tak release nahi paaya tha.
Uski choot ab bhi dhadak rahi thi.
Geeli thi.
Aur bhook…
ab
pehle
se
zyada
tez
ho
gayi
thi.
Ayaan ne uske chehre ko dekhte hue poocha,
“Aap…
theek
ho?
Main…
aapko
satisfy
kar
paaya?”
Suman ne uske baal sehlaate hue soft muskaan di.
“Haan…
tu
bahut
achha
tha.”
Lekin uske andar ek awaaz chilaa rahi thi —
Yeh
kaafi
nahi
hai.
Yeh
narmi
meri
bhook
ko
aur
bhadka
rahi
hai.
Mujhe
aur
chahiye.
Zyada
chahiye.
Ayaan uske bagal mein so gaya.
Uska haath Suman ke pet par tha.
Suman ceiling ko dekh rahi thi.
Uski choot ab bhi geeli thi.
Taangein thodi si kaamp rahi thin.
Aur bhook
uske
shareer
mein
tezi
se
ghoom
rahi
thi.
Usne aankhein band kar li.
Ayaan ki narmi
usse
sukoon
toh
de
rahi
thi…
lekin
uski
asli
bhook
ko
shant
nahi
kar
paa
rahi
thi.
Ulta
usse
aur
jagа
rahi
thi.


Chhatve din Suman ne subah uthe hi faisla kar liya tha.
Kal raat Ayaan ke saath jo hua tha, usne uski bhook ko shant nahi kiya tha. Ulta aur jaga diya tha. Shareer ab bhi bechain tha. Choot mein woh geelaapan ab bhi yaad aa raha tha jo poora nahi hua tha.
Usne socha — ab aur der nahi karni.
Usne Rajeev ko message kiya:
“Aaj shaam 4 baje.
Aapke office ke paas wale cafe mein.
Akela aana.”
Rajeev ne sirf ek word mein reply diya:
“Aaunga.”
Cafe corner mein tha.
Log kam the.
Suman pehle se ek table par baithi hui thi.
Rajeev time se aa gaya.
Usne suit pehna tha.
Chehre par pichle kai dinon ki bechaini saaf dikh rahi thi.
Woh baithte hi seedha bola,
“Aapne
bulaya.
Matlab
soch
liya?”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Usne bilkul saaf awaaz mein kaha,
“Haan.
Main
raazi
hoon.”
Rajeev ke chehre par ek second ke liye control toot sa gaya.
Usne aage badh kar uska haath pakadna chaha, lekin Suman ne haath hata liya.
“Pehle
meri
baat
poori
sun
lo,” usne kaha.
Rajeev ne haath wapas le liya.
“Boliye.”
Suman ne uski nazar se nazar milaye rakha.
“Main
aapke
saath
sogi.
Lekin
sirf
ek
baar.
Agar
uss
raat
meri
pyas
nahi
miti…
agar
main
satisfy
nahi
hui…
toh
phir
kabhi
aapke
saath
kuch
nahi
hoga.
Na
iss
ghar
mein,
na
kahin
aur.
Last
chance
samajh
lo.”
Rajeev ne thodi der usse dekha.
Phir usne dheere se kaha,
“Main
aapko
satisfy
kar
dungа.
Main
jaanta
hoon
kaise.”
Suman ne sir hilaaya.
“Yeh
aap
ko
lagta
hai.
Asli
baat
tab
pata
chalegi
jab
woh
raat
hogi.
Dusri
shart
yeh
hai
ki
ghar
mein
kisi
ko
kuch
pata
nahi
chalna
chahiye.
Na
Ayaan
ko,
na
aapki
biwi
ko,
na
kisi
aur
ko.
Agar
kisi
ne
sense
bhi
kiya…
toh
main
turant
hat
jaaungi.”
Rajeev ne sofe par jhuk kar kaha,
“Koi
nahi
jaanega.
Main
manage
kar
lunga.
Bas
batao
kab.”
Suman ne thodi der socha.
Phir boli,
“Kal
raat.
Main
khud
message
karungi
time
aur
jagah.
Usse
pehle
na
mujhe
call
karna,
na
ghar
par
kuch
kehna.
Normal
raho.”
Rajeev ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Uske andar ki bhook ab uske chehre par saaf thi.
“Theek
hai.
Kal
raat.
Main
intezaar
karunga.”
Suman ne cup uthaya, ek ghoont liya, aur uth khadi hui.
“Ek
baat
aur.
Yeh
pyar
nahi
hai.
Na
mere
taraf
se,
na
aapke
taraf
se.
Sirf
bhook
hai.
Agar
aap
ismein
kuch
aur
samajhne
lagen…
toh
main
turant
band
kar
dungi.”
Rajeev ne bhaari awaaz mein kaha,
“Main
samajh
gaya.
Sirf
bhook.”
Suman ne usse last baar dekha.
Phir cafe se nikal gayi.
Bahar aate hi usne deep breath li.
Uske shareer mein bhook ab aur clearly hil rahi thi.
Kal
raat
woh
dekhengi
ki
Rajeev
ki
bhook
uski
bhook
ke
saamne
kitni
tik
pati
hai.


Suman ne us subah uthte hi faisla antimesh kar liya tha.
Kal cafe mein jo baat hui thi, uske baad se uske shareer mein bhook ek naya level chhu chuki thi. Ayaan ki narmi ab usse aur bechain kar rahi thi. Usse ab kisi aise aadmi ki zaroorat thi jo usse narmi na de… jo usse tod de.
Usne apne wardrobe se ek deep red colour ki pure silk ki saree nikaali.
Blouse usse bhi deeper red ka, deep neck, backless.
Usne baal open chhode, thode se wavy.
Maang mein halka sa sindoor nahi, bas ek thin black bindi.
Honthon par dark blood-red lipstick.
Aankhon mein kaajal gehra.
Gale mein ek simple black thread.
Sheeshe ke saamne khade hokar usne khud ko dekha.
Vidya Balan wala woh look…
woh garam, gandi, aurat wali feeling.
Usne apne honthon ko press kiya aur dheere se kaha,
“Aaj
main
randi
banne
wali
hoon.
Aur
yeh
aadmi
mujhe
todne
wala
hai.”
Usne Rajeev ko message kiya:
“Hotel book karo.
Koi bada 5-star.
Dopahar 2 baje se raat 12 baje tak.
Room number bhej dena.
Main khud aaungi.”
Rajeev ne 10 minute baad reply diya:
“Book ho gaya.
Taj.
Room 1807.
Main 1:45 pe wahan honga.”
Suman 2 baje sharp hotel ke lobby mein utri.
Red saree mein.
Red lipstick.
Aankhon mein woh look jo seedha bolti thi —
aaj
kuch
bhi
ho
sakta
hai.
Reception se key card leke woh 18th floor par pahunchi.
Room 1807 ke saamne ruk kar usne ek deep breath li.
Phir bell bajayi.
Rajeev ne darwaza khola.
Woh black shirt mein tha, sleeves fold kiye hue.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hi poora dekh liya.
Aankhein uski red saree, uske deep blouse, uske honthon, uske aankhon par ghoomne lagi.
“Fuck…” usne dheeme se kaha.
“Aap…
aaj
to
maar
hi
daalne
wali
ho.”
Suman ne andar aate hue darwaza band kiya.
Usne bag ek taraf rakhа.
Phir Rajeev ki taraf mud kar khadi ho gayi.
“Aaj
main
aapki
hoon,” usne saaf awaaz mein kaha.
“Lekin
yaad
rahe…
agar
aap
meri
pyas
nahi
mitа
paaye
toh
yeh
pehli
aur
aakhiri
raat
hogi.”
Rajeev ne usse ek kadam mein pakad liya.
Usne Suman ko deewar se laga diya.
“Aaj
main
aapko
itna
chodunga
ki
aap
chal
nahi
paogi,” usne bhaari awaaz mein kaha.
“Aapki
yeh
red
saree…
yeh
red
honth…
main
inhe
faad
dena
chahta
hoon.”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Toh
phir
shuru
kijiye.
Lekin
dheere.
Main
jaldi
mein
nahi
hoon.
Aaj
raat
lambi
hai.”
Rajeev ne uske kareeb aakar pehle uske maathe ko chooma.
Phir uski aankhein.
Phir uski naak.
Phir uske honth.
Pehla choomban halka tha.
Bas honthon ka touch.
Phir usne Suman ke honthon ko apne honthon ke beech dabaya.
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Rajeev ne uske honthon ko choosna shuru kiya.
Halka sa kaata.
Phir jeebh se uske honthon ko geela kiya.
Suman ke muh se pehli naram awaaz nikalii —
“Hmm…”
Rajeev ne uske baal pakad kar uska sar thoda peeche kiya aur uske gale ko choomne laga.
Saree ka pallu uske kandhe se sarak gaya.
Rajeev ne uske gale se lekar uske collar bone tak jeebh feri.
Suman ke haath Rajeev ke seene par the.
Woh uski shirt ke button ek-ek karke kholne lagi.
Rajeev ne uske blouse ke back hook par haath le gaya.
Dheere se khola.
Blouse dheela ho gaya.
Lekin usne abhi nahi utara.
Usne Suman ke muh mein apni jeebh dhakel di.
Ab choomban gehra, geela aur bhookha tha.
Dono ki jeebhein ek dusre se lad rahi thin.
Thook ki halki si awaaz nikal rahi thi.
Suman ne Rajeev ki shirt poori tarah khol di aur uske seene par haath pherne lagi.
Rajeev ne uske blouse ko dheere se uske haathon se neeche sarakaya.
Ab Suman ke bade, naram doodh black lace bra mein bandhe hue the.
Rajeev ne unhe dekhte hi saans bhaari kar li.
“Madarchod…
kya
maal
hai,” usne dheeme se kaha.
“Itne
bade…
itne
naram…”
Usne bra ke upar se hi uske doodhon ko pakad liya.
Zor se dabaya.
Suman ki kamar hil gayi.
“Aahh…”
Rajeev ne uske bra ka hook khola.
Bra farsh par gir gaya.
Ab Suman ke nange doodh uske haath mein the.
Rajeev ne unhe dekhte hue kaha,
“Aaj
inhe
main
chod-chod
kar
laal
kar
dungа.”
Usne jhuk kar uske daaye nipple ko muh mein le liya.
Zor se choosa.
Daant se halka sa dabaya.
Suman ke muh se naram, lambi siskari nikalii —
“Aahhh…
Rajeev…”
Rajeev ne doosre doodh ko haath se masalte hue pehle wale ko choosna jaari rakha.
Suman ka haath uske baalon mein tha.
Woh uska sar apne seene se dabaaye hue thi.
Saree ab bhi uske neeche ke shareer ko dhakke hue thi.
Rajeev ne uske pet par haath pherte hue saree ke petticoat ke nade ko dhundha.
Dheere se khola.
Saree ka ek end uske haath mein aa gaya.
Usne dekha…
phir Suman ki aankhon mein dekhte hue usse dheere-dheere khinchna shuru kiya.
Red silk uske shareer se sarakte hue farsh par girne lagi.
Ab Suman sirf red petticoat aur black lace panty mein thi.
Rajeev ne ek kadam peeche jaakar usse poora dekhа.
“Randi
lag
rahi
ho
aaj,” usne bhaari awaaz mein kaha.
“Ek
number
ki
randi.
Aur
main
aaj
tumhe
randi
ki
tarah
hi
chodunga.”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Usne apne honth chat te hue kaha,
“Toh
phir
aur
der
mat
kariye.
Meri
bhook
aur
badh
rahi
hai.”
Rajeev ne usse pakad kar bed ki taraf dhakel diya.
Ab
asli
raat
shuru
hone
wali
thi.

Rajeev ne Suman ko bed par dhakel to diya tha, lekin usne turant uske upar chadhne ki jaldi nahi ki.
Woh uske pairon ke paas khada raha.
Suman bed par litte hue thi. Red petticoat uski kamar tak ghasak gaya tha. Black lace panty geeli ho chuki thi. Uske bade doodh bilkul nange the, nipples sakht aur laal.
Rajeev ne apni shirt poori tarah utaar di.
Phir belt kholi.
Jeans ke button khole, lekin jeans abhi nahi utari.
Woh jhuk kar Suman ke pairon ko pakadne laga.
Pehle uske right pair ko uthaya.
Uske foot ko apne honthon se chhua.
Phir uski ankle ko chooma.
Phir dheere-dheere uski latakti hui jangh par honth ferne laga.
Suman ki saans tez ho gayi.
“Aahh…”
Rajeev ne uski doosri jangh bhi pakad li.
Ab woh dono taangon ko faila kar unke beech mein jhuk gaya.
Usne petticoat ko aur upar sarкаया.
Ab Suman ki black panty saaf dikh rahi thi. Beech mein geela dhabba pad chuka tha.
Rajeev ne us geele hisse par apni naak rakh kar soongha.
“Madarchod…
kitni
gandи
khushboo
aa
rahi
hai
teri
choot
se.”
Usne jeebh nikal kar panty ke upar se hi uski choot ko chat liya.
Suman ki kamar uchal si gayi.
“Aahhh…
Rajeev…”
Rajeev ne panty ko side se khinch kar uski choot nikal li.
Gili, gulabi, thodi si sooji hui.
Usne pehle bas saans fenki uspar.
Phir jeebh se ek lamba stroke maara — neeche se upar tak.
Suman ne bedsheet pakad li.
“Ummph…
aahhh…”
Rajeev ne ab poori tarah se uski choot ko chaatna shuru kar diya.
Kabhi clit ko choosta, kabhi jeebh andar tak dhakelta, kabhi uske geele ras ko chat-chat kar khaata.
“Kutiya
teri
choot
kitni
meethi
hai…
randi
ki
tarah
geeli
ho
rahi
hai,” usne beech-beech mein kehte hue kaha.
Suman ke muh se ab sirf toot’ti hui awaazein aa rahi thin.
Woh Rajeev ka sar apni janghon ke beech dabaye hue thi.
Uske nakhun uske baalon mein chubh rahe the.
Rajeev ne do ungliyaan uski choot mein dheere se daal di.
Andar jaate hi Suman ki aankhein khul gayi.
“Aahhh…
andar…
haan…”
Woh ungliyon ko andar-bahar karne laga.
Saath mein clit ko jeebh se sahlaata raha.
Suman ka shareer ab kaampne laga tha.
“Main…
main
jhadne
wali
hoon…” usne kaamp’ti awaaz mein kaha.
Rajeev ne turant ungliyaan aur jeebh hata li.
“Abhi
nahi.
Itni
jaldi
nahi
jhadne
dungа
tujhe.”
Suman frustrate hokar bed par litte-litte karah uthi.
“Madarchod…
mat
rok…”
Rajeev ne muskuraate hue uski panty ko poori tarah kheench kar nikaal diya.
Ab Suman bilkul nangi thi — sirf red petticoat uski kamar ke neeche latak raha tha.
Usne petticoat bhi faad kar alag kar diya.
Ab dono bilkul nange the.
Rajeev ne apni jeans aur underwear ek saath neeche kiye.
Uska lund bahar nikla —
mota, naseela, aur lamba.
Sach mein 10 inch ke kareeb.
Sirhana pehle se hi chamak raha tha.
Suman ne usse dekhte hi aankhein badi kar li.
“Itna…
bada…”
Rajeev ne apna lund uske muh ke paas le jaakar ragda.
“Choos.
Pehle
ise
geela
kar.
Baad
mein
teri
choot
aur
gaand
dono
faadunga.”
Suman ne aankhein uthakar usse dekha.
Phir usne muh khol diya.
Rajeev ne dheere se apna lund uske muh mein dhakelna shuru kiya.
Pehle sirf sirhana.
Phir thoda aur.
Suman ki aankhein bhar aayi, lekin usne muh aur khol diya.
“Ghk…
hmmph…”
Rajeev ne uske baal pakad kar dheere-dheere pelna shuru kiya.
Suman ke thook se uska lund chamakne laga.
Kabhi woh poora andar tak le jaati, kabhi sirf sirhana choosti.
“Madarchod
kya
garam
muh
hai
tera…
randi
ki
tarah
choos
rahi
ho,” Rajeev ne daant pees te hue kaha.
Suman ne uska lund muh se nikaal kar jeebh se neeche tak chatа.
Phir uske tatto ko muh mein le kar choosa.
Rajeev ki saans bhaari ho gayi.
Usne Suman ko uthaya aur usse apni taraf khinchа.
Dono ke nange shareer ek dusre se chipak gaye.
Rajeev ke mote lund ne Suman ki pet par dhakka maara.
Usne Suman ke muh ko phir se pakad liya.
Ab choomban aur geela, aur gandа tha.
Dono ek dusre ke thook ko nigal rahe the.
Rajeev ne Suman ko litaya.
Uske upar aa gaya.
Apna lund uski geeli choot par ragadne laga.
“Ab
bol…
kahan
chodun
pehle?” usne poocha.
Suman ne aankhein band karte hue kaha,
“Jahan
marzi…
bas
aaj
mujhe
tod
do.”
Rajeev ne apna lund uski choot ke muhane par rakha.
Sirhana andar gaya.
Suman ki saans ruk si gayi.
“Aahh…
bada
hai…
dheere…”
Rajeev ne aur dabaya.
Adha lund andar chala gaya.
“Aahhh…
madarchod…
faad
raha
hai…”
Usne ek gehra dhakka maara.
Poora 10 inch lund Suman ki choot mein sankal gaya.
Suman ki cheekh nikal gayi.
“Aaaaaahhhhh…!”
Rajeev ne uske upar jhuk kar uske kaan mein kaha,
“Ab
shuru
hoti
hai
teri
asli
chudai…
randi.




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Rajeev ka poora lund Suman ki choot mein sankal chuka tha.
Suman ki aankhein badi thi. Muh khula hua tha. Uske nakhun Rajeev ke peeth mein gaadhe hue the. Itna bada lund pehli baar itni gehraai tak gaya tha. Uski choot phaili hui thi, geeli thi, aur dard ke saath-saath ek gandi si maza bhi de rahi thi.
Rajeev ne kuch der bilkul hilaaya nahi.
Sirf andar dabaaye rakha.
Suman ki dhadkan uske lund par mehsoos ho rahi thi.
“Kaisa
lag
raha
hai?” usne daant pees te hue poocha.
“Bol
randi…
kaisa
lag
raha
hai
mera
lund
teri
choot
mein?”
Suman ne saans lete hue kaha,
“Bada…
bahut
bada…
faad
raha
hai…
aahhh…”
Rajeev ne tab dheere se pehla dhakka maara.
Bahar nikaala…
aur poora andar tak de diya.
“Aaaaaahhhh…!” Suman ki cheekh nikal gayi.
Usne doosra dhakka maara.
Teesra.
Chautha.
Ab usne rhythm pakad liya.
Gehre, bhaari, zor daar dhakke.
Har dhakke ke saath Suman ke bade doodh uchal rahe the.
Bed ki khat-khat nikalne lagi thi.
“Uhh…
aahhh…
madarchod…
dheere…
nahi…
aur
zor
se…
aahhh…!”
Rajeev ne uski taangein pakad kar uske kandhon tak fold kar di.
Ab uska lund aur gehra ja raha tha.
Har dhakka Suman ki choot ko chhodta hua nikalta, phir poori taakat se andar dhas jaata.
“Teri
choot
kitni
tight
hai
randi…
saali
paani
chod
rahi
hai,” Rajeev ne gande lehje mein kaha.
“Sun
rahi
hai
apni
choot
ki
awaz?
Chhap-chhap
kar
rahi
hai.”
Sach mein Suman ki choot se geeli, gandi awaazein aa rahi thin.
Har dhakke ke saath.
Suman ab lagataar rone aur karahne lagi thi.
“Aahhh…
aahhh…
lund…
mera
faad
de…
chod…
zor
se
chod…
madarchod…!”
Rajeev ne uske muh mein apni ungliyaan thrust kar di.
Suman ne unhe choosna shuru kar diya.
Thook uske muh se nikal kar gale tak behne laga.
Thodi der baad Rajeev ne lund bahar nikaal liya.
Suman ki choot khuli ki khuli reh gayi, geeli aur laal.
Usne Suman ko uthaya aur khud bed par lit gaya.
“Upar
aa.
Khud
baith
ke
chod
apne
ko.”
Suman ne uske lund par position li.
Apni choot ko uske mote sirhane par set kiya.
Phir dheere-dheere baithna shuru kiya.
“Aahhh…
bc…
itna
mota…”
Jab poora lund andar chala gaya toh Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Usne dono haath Rajeev ke seene par rakhе aur upar-neeche hona shuru kiya.
Pehle dheere.
Phir tez.
Uske bade doodh Rajeev ke chehre ke saamne uchal rahe the.
Rajeev ne unhe pakad kar zor se dabaya.
Nipples ko pincha.
“Haan
randi…
aise
hi
hil…
apni
choot
ko
faad…
thoda
aur
tez!”
Suman ab paagal ki tarah uchal rahi thi.
Uske muh se sirf gandi awaazein aa rahi thin.
“Aahhh…
aahhh…
chod…
mujhe
chod…
lund
se
maar…
aahhh…
main
teri
randi
hoon…
teri
randi…!”
Rajeev ne uski gaand ke dono hisse pakad kar usse aur zor se upar-neeche kiya.
Apna lund poora neeche se dhakka maar-maar kar uski choot mein peheltа raha.
Suman jhadne ke kareeb thi.
Usne Rajeev ko pakad liya.
“Main…
main
aa
rahi
hoon…
aahhhhh…!”
Rajeev ne turant usse neeche fek diya.
Lund bahar nikaal liya.
“Abhi
nahi.
Itni
jaldi
nahi.”
Suman frustrate hokar bed par karahne lagi.
Uski choot dhadak rahi thi, geeli thi, paani nikal raha tha.
Lekin orgasm adhura chhod diya gaya tha.
Rajeev ne usse ulat diya.
Gaand upar.
Suman ne bedsheet pakad li.
Rajeev ne uski gaand ke dono hisse failaye.
Beech mein uski tight gaand ka ched dikh raha tha.
Usne thook ka ek bada thook uspar giraaya.
Do ungliyon se failaya.
“Ab
yeh
wali
bhi
le
randi.
Aaj
teri
dono
ched
faadne
hain.”
Usne apna geela lund uski gaand ke ched par rakha.
Dabaya.
Suman ki awaaz nikal gayi.
“Aahhh…
dheere…
bahut
bada
hai…
aahhh…!”
Rajeev ne aur dabaya.
Sirhana andar gaya.
Suman ne bedsheet ko itna zor se pakda ki uske nakhun safed pad gaye.
“Aaaaaahhhhh…
madarchod…
gaand
faad
raha
hai…!”
Rajeev ne ek gehra dhakka maara.
Adha lund uski gaand mein chala gaya.
Suman ki aankhein bhar aayi.
Woh rone lagi.
Lekin usne peeche hatne ki koshish nahi ki.
Rajeev ne uske baal pakad kar sir peeche khinchа aur poora lund uski gaand mein sankal diya.
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…!!”
Ab
uski
gaand
bhi
chud
rahi
thi.




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Rajeev ka lund ab Suman ki gaand mein aadha se zyada sankal chuka tha.
Suman bedsheet ko pakde hue ror rahi thi. Aankhon se pani aa raha tha. Gaand mein jalan aur phailao dono ek saath chal rahe the. Lekin uske muh se nikalne wali awaazein dard ke saath-saath maze ki bhi thi.
“Aahhh…
madarchod…
gaand…
faad
mat…
aahhh…
dheere…
nahi…
andar
tak…
de…!”
Rajeev ne uske baal aur zor se pakde aur ek gehra dhakka maara.
Poora 10 inch lund uski gaand mein chala gaya.
Suman ki lambi, kaampi hui cheekh nikal gayi.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh…!!”
Rajeev ne ab rukna chhod diya.
Usne Suman ki gaand mein zor-zor se pelna shuru kar diya.
Har dhakka gehra.
Har dhakka uski gaand ko phailata hua.
“Saali…
teri
gaand
bhi
utni
hi
tight
hai…
jitni
teri
choot…
le
randi…
le…!”
Suman ab bed par almost latak si gayi thi.
Uske doodh neeche ki taraf jhool rahe the.
Muh se thook aur awaazein nikal rahi thin.
“Aahhh…
aahhh…
chod…
gaand
chod…
faad
de…
madarchod…
main…
main
jhadne
wali
hoon…
aahhhhh…!”
Rajeev ne uski clit par haath le jaakar tez tez sahlaana shuru kiya.
Saath mein gaand mein dhakke aur tez kar diye.
Suman ka shareer ekdam se tight ho gaya.
Usne bedsheet ko itna zor se pakda ki kapda phatne ke kareeb tha.
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…
main
aa
gayi…
aa
gayi…
madarchod…
aahhhhhh…!!”
Woh zor se jhad gayi.
Uski choot se paani nikalne laga.
Gaand ki muscles Rajeev ke lund ko baar-baar daba rahi thin.
Uske poore shareer mein jhatke aa rahe the.
Rajeev ne uske jhadne ke dauran bhi dhakke nahi roke.
Woh uski gaand mein hi pelta raha jab tak Suman ka body dheela nahi pad gaya.
Jab Suman ka orgasm khatam hua toh woh bed par gir si gayi.
Saans bhaari thi.
Shareer kaamp raha tha.
Aankhon se pani aa raha tha.
Rajeev ne lund bahar nikaala.
Suman ki gaand ka ched khula hua tha aur usme se thoda sa ras nikal raha tha.
Usne Suman ko ulat kar apne upar litaya.
Suman uske seene par saans leti hui padi rahi.
Thodi der tak dono chup rahe.
Phir Rajeev ne uske baal sehlaate hue kaha,
“Pehla
nikal
gaya
tera.
Ab
khana
mangwate
hain.
Energy
lagegi.
Raat
abhi
lambi
hai.”
Suman ne thaki hui awaaz mein kaha,
“Hmm…
mangwa…
mujhe
bhook
bhi
lagi
hai.”
Rajeev ne phone uthaya aur room service call kiya.
Usne heavy food order kiya — butter chicken, naan, pulao, cold drinks, aur ice cream.
Khana aane tak dono bed par litе rahe.
Rajeev kabhi Suman ke doodh sahlaata, kabhi uski gaand par haath pherata.
Suman uske seene par sir rakhе hue thi.
Uski choot aur gaand ab bhi dhadak rahi thi.
Khana aaya toh unhone nange hi table par baith kar khaya.
Rajeev beech-beech mein Suman ke muh mein bite feed karta.
Kabhi uske honth chaat leta.
Suman bhi uske ungliyon ko muh mein lekar choos leti.
Khana khatam hone ke baad Rajeev ne usse uthaya.
“Chal
nahate
hain.
Phir
dekhte
hain
kitni
baar
jhadti
hai
tu
aaj.”
Bathroom bada tha.
Glass shower cabin.
Garam paani.
Rajeev ne Suman ko shower ke neeche khada karke paani chalaya.
Dono ke shareer par paani behne laga.
Usne Suman ko deewar se laga diya aur uske muh ko choomne laga.
Geela, bhookha choomban.
Haath uske geele doodhon par the.
Masal raha tha.
Suman ne uska lund haath mein le liya.
Woh phir se sakht ho chuka tha.
Rajeev ne uski ek taang uthayi aur apna lund uski choot mein ek hi dhakke mein daal diya.
“Aahhh…
bc…!”
Usne bathroom ki deewar ke sahare Suman ko khade-khade chodna shuru kar diya.
Paani unke shareer par gir raha tha.
Suman ki cheekhein bathroom mein gunj rahi thin.
“Aahhh…
aahhh…
zor
se…
chod…
madarchod…
nahate
hue
chod…!”
Rajeev ne uski dono taangein apni kamar se laga li.
Ab Suman poori tarah uske haathоn mein thi.
Usne usse uthaye hue hi pelna shuru kiya.
Standing sex.
Suman ke haath uske kandhon par the.
Rajeev ke haath uski gaand ke neeche the.
Woh usse chodte hue bathroom se bahar le aaya.
Paani ke geele nishaan poore room mein padte gaye.
Rajeev ne Suman ko uthaye-uthaye hi bed tak le gaya.
Har kadam par uska lund uski choot ke andar dhakka maar raha tha.
Suman uske kandhe mein munh gusaaye hue karah rahi thi.
“Aahhh…
aahhh…
andar…
hi…
chod…
mat
nikal…!”
Rajeev ne usse bed par fenka.
Lund ab bhi uski choot mein tha.
Usne Suman ki taangein failayi aur wapas gehre dhakke shuru kar diye.
“Ab
doosra
nikaal
ungi
main
teri,” usne daant dikhate hue kaha.
“Aaj
raat
kam
se
kam
paanch-cheh
baar
jhadegi
tu.”
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske muh se sirf ek baat nikal rahi thi —
“Chod…
bas
chod…
rukiyo
mat…”





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Rajeev ne Suman ko bed par litaye hi uski taangein faila di.
Uske dono pair uske kandhon par the.
Lund ab bhi uski choot ke andar tha — garam, sakht, aur dhadakta hua.
Suman ki choot pehle orgasm ke baad aur geeli ho chuki thi. Uske ras se Rajeev ka lund chamak raha tha.
Rajeev ne jhuk kar uske muh ko chooma.
Geela, gandа choomban.
Phir usne dhakke shuru kar diye.
Pehle dheere.
Phir tez.
Phir bilkul jhadane wali speed.
“Aahhh…
aahhh…
madarchod…
ab
toh
poora
maar…
aahhh…!”
Rajeev ne uski taangein aur fold kar di.
Ab uska lund har dhakke mein uski choot ke end tak ja raha tha.
Suman ke doodh uske seene par uchal-uchal kar pad rahe the.
“Saali…
teri
choot
ab
bhi
itni
tight
kaise
hai…
randi…
le…
le…
le…!”
Har dhakke ke saath bed ki khat-khat teez hoti ja rahi thi.
Suman ke muh se ab sirf toot’ti hui, roni-ronи awaazein aa rahi thin.
“Aahhh…
aahhh…
chod…
faad
de…
meri
choot…
faad
de…
main
teri
randi
hoon…
teri
randi…!”
Rajeev ne uske muh mein thook diya.
Suman ne aankhein band kar ke uska thook nigal liya.
Usne phir se uski clit par ungli rakh di.
Tez tez sahlaane laga.
Dhakke aur bhaari kar diye.
Suman ka doosra orgasm tezi se paas aa raha tha.
Uske pet ke andar se ek gehra jhatka uthne laga.
“Main…
main
phir
se…
aa
rahi
hoon…
Rajeev…
aahhhhh…
rukiyo
mat…
aahhhhhh…!!”
Woh zor se jhad gayi.
Is baar pehle se bhi teez.
Uski choot ne Rajeev ke lund ko itna zor se dabocha ki usne bhi daant pees liye.
Suman ki taangein kaamp rahi thin.
Aankhon se pani aa raha tha.
Rajeev ne uske jhadne ke baad bhi dhakke nahi roke.
Woh uski choot mein hi pelta raha.
Suman oversensitive ho chuki thi.
Har dhakka ab usse rula raha tha.
“Aahhh…
bahut
ho
gaya…
ruk…
aahhh…
madarchod…
sensitive…
ho
gayi…
hai…!”
Rajeev ne lund bahar nikaala.
Suman ki choot khuli hui thi, laal thi, aur usme se paani nikal raha tha.
Usne Suman ko uthaya aur usse apne muh ke upar bitha diya.
“Ab
baith
meri
jeebh
par.
Apni
geeli
choot
mera
muh
mein
ragar.”
Suman ne uske muh par position li.
Rajeev ne turant uski choot ko muh mein le liya.
Jeebh andar tak daal di.
Clit ko zor se choosne laga.
Suman ne uske baal pakad liye.
Woh uske muh par hilne lagi.
“Aahhh…
aahhh…
chaat…
madarchod…
aisi
hi
chaat…
aahhh…!”
Rajeev ne uski gaand ke dono hisse faila rakhe the.
Jeebh uski choot se lekar gaand ke ched tak fer raha tha.
Suman paagal ho rahi thi.
Thodi der baad Rajeev ne usse neeche utara.
Usne khud Suman ke muh ke upar position li.
“Ab
tu
bhi
choos.
69.”
Suman ne uska lund muh mein le liya.
Rajeev ne wapas uski choot chaatni shuru kar di.
Dono ek dusre ko geela kar rahe the.
Suman ke thook se Rajeev ka lund chamak raha tha.
Rajeev ki jeebh Suman ki choot ke andar tak ja rahi thi.
Suman ne uska lund gale tak lena shuru kar diya.
Aankhein bhar aayi hui thin.
Rajeev ne uske baal pakad kar uske muh mein dhakke maarne shuru kar diye.
“Ghk…
ghk…
hmmph…
aahhh…”
Thodi der baad Rajeev ne lund nikaala aur Suman ko doggy position mein kar diya.
Gaand upar.
Sar neeche.
Usne pehle uski choot mein lund daala.
Tez dhakke maare.
Phir nikaal kar seedha gaand mein dhakel diya.
“Aaaaaahhhhh…
gaand…
phir
se…
aahhh…!”
Ab woh uski gaand mein hi chodne laga.
Zor daar.
Gehre.
Ek haath se uski clit sahlaate hue.
Suman ror rahi thi.
“Aahhh…
aahhh…
gaand
faad
de…
chod…
mujhe
randi
bana
de…
aahhh…!”
Rajeev ne uske baal pakad kar sir peeche khinchа aur aur tez pelna shuru kiya.
Suman ka teesra orgasm is position mein hi aane wala tha.
Uske shareer mein jhatke shuru ho gaye the.
“Main…
phir…
se…
aa
rahi…
hoon…
aahhhhhh…!!”
Woh teesri baar jhad gayi.
Is baar itni zor se ki uske pair kaampne lage.
Rajeev ne uske jhadne ke dauran bhi gaand nahi chhodi.
Jab Suman ka body dheela pada toh Rajeev ne lund bahar nikaala.
Suman bed par gir si gayi.
Poora shareer pasine se lathpath.
Choot aur gaand dono laal aur sooji hui.
Saans phool rahi thi.
Aankhon se pani aa raha tha.
Rajeev uske bagal mein lit gaya.
Usne uske geele baal hataaye aur kaha,
“Teen
ho
gaye.
Abhi
raat
bahut
baaki
hai.
Araam
kar
le
thoda.
Phir
dobara
shuru
karenge.”
Suman ne aankhein band kiye hue kaamp’ti awaaz mein kaha,
“Tu…
mujhe…
maar
hi
dega…
aaj…”
Rajeev ne uski gaand par ek thappad maara.
“Maar
nahi
unga.
Randi
banaunga.
Poori
raat
ki
randi.”
Suman ke muh se ek thaki hui, lekin gandi si hansi nikal gayi.
Uske shareer mein bhook
ab
bhi
mari
nahi
thi.
Ulta
aur
jag
gayi
thi.




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Thodi der ki rest ke baad bhi Suman ka shareer poora shant nahi hua tha.
Woh Rajeev ke seene par litte hue thi. Uske nakhun ab bhi uske kandhe mein halka sa gaade hue the. Choot aur gaand dono dhadak rahi thin. Beech-beech mein uske jism mein chhote-chhote jhatke aa rahe the — pehle teen orgasm ka aftershock.
Rajeev ne uske baal sehlaate hue kaha,
“Ab
bol…
kitni
deri
aur
chahiye?”
Suman ne aankhein kholi.
Uske aankhon mein ab bhi wo gehli bhook thi.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Deri
nahi…
ab
phir
se
chod.”
Rajeev muskura diya.
Usne Suman ko litaya aur khud uske upar aa gaya.
Apna lund uski choot par ragda.
Woh phir se bilkul sakht ho chuka tha.
Is baar usne dheere se nahi daala.
Ek hi gehre dhakke mein poora lund andar tak de diya.
“Aaaaaahhhhh…!”
Suman ki peeth arch ho gayi.
Rajeev ne ab bilkul ruthless mode on kar diya.
Usne Suman ki taangein uske kandhon par daal di aur poori taakat se pelna shuru kar diya.
Har dhakka itna zor ka tha ki Suman ka poora shareer bed par khisak jaata.
“Uhh…
aahhh…
madarchod…
maar…
maar…
faad
de…
aahhh…!”
Rajeev ne uske gale par haath rakhа.
Halka sa dabaya.
Suman ki aankhein phail gayi, lekin usne uska haath nahi hataya.
Ulta usne apni choot ko aur upar uthaya.
“Saali…
ab
maza
aa
raha
hai
na…
jab
lund
teri
choot
ko
phad
raha
hai…”
“Haan…
aahhh…
phad…
phad
de…
randi
bana
de
mujhe…
aahhh…!”
Rajeev ne position change ki.
Usne Suman ko uthaya aur usse window ke paas le gaya.
Sheher ki roshni neeche jhilmilа rahi thi.
Usne Suman ko deewar se laga kar uski ek taang uthayi aur wapas lund andar kar diya.
Standing sex.
Is baar bilkul wild.
Suman ki ek taang uske haath mein thi.
Doosri pair ke bal thi.
Rajeev ne usse deewar se takra-takra kar chodna shuru kar diya.
“Aahhh…
aahhh…
bc…
itna
zor
se…
gir
jaaungi…
aahhh…!”
“Gir
nahi…
main
pakde
hue
hoon…
bas
apni
choot
ko
khol…
le
randi…!”
Har dhakke ke saath Suman ki gaand deewar se takra rahi thi.
Uske doodh uske seene se ragad kha rahe the.
Rajeev ne jhuk kar uske nipple ko muh mein le liya aur kaatne laga.
Suman ka chautha orgasm is standing position mein hi aa gaya.
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh…
main
aa
gayi…
aa
gayi…
madarchod…
aahhhhhh…!!”
Uske pair kaampne lage.
Agar Rajeev ne usse pakad ke na rakha hota toh woh gir jaati.
Uske jism se pasina nikal raha tha.
Choot se paani Rajeev ke lund par beh raha tha.
Rajeev ne usse uthaye hue hi bed par wapas le gaya.
Lund ab bhi andar tha.
Usne Suman ko doggy mein kar diya aur bina rukе gaand mein lund shift kar diya.
“Aaaaaahhhh…
gaand…
phir…
aahhh…!”
Ab woh uski gaand mein hi jhadane wali speed se chodne laga.
Ek haath se uski clit masal raha tha.
Doosre haath se uske baal pakde hue tha.
Suman ab almost be ethis hui si ror rahi thi.
“Aahhh…
aahhh…
gaand…
faad…
chod…
mujhe…
maar
de…
aahhh…!”
Rajeev ne uske kaan mein thookte hue kaha,
“Paanchva
nikaal
ab…
saali…
nikaal…!”
Usne clit par aur pressure badha diya.
Gaand ke dhakke itne tez kar diye ki Suman ka sara shareer hil raha tha.
Suman ka paanchva orgasm ekdum se phoota.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…!!
Fuuuuck…
aaahhhhh…
main…
mar
gayi…
aahhhhh…!!”
Is baar uska orgasm itna teez tha ki uske pet mein dard jaisa hone laga.
Woh bed par hi gir si gayi.
Poora body kaamp raha tha.
Aankhein palti ja rahi thin.
Muh se haaf-haaf ki awaazein aa rahi thin.
Rajeev ne lund bahar nikaala.
Suman ki gaand ka ched ab bilkul khula hua tha.
Usme se uska ras nikal raha tha.
Woh Suman ke bagal mein lit gaya.
Dono ka pasina bedsheet ko geela kar chuka tha.
Kamre mein sirf unki bhaari saansein thi.
Thodi der baad Rajeev ne uske geele maathe ko chooma aur kaha,
“Paanch
ho
gaye.
Ab
bol…
aur
chahiye
ya
bas?”
Suman ne aankhein kholi.
Uske aankhon mein ab bhi ek dabi hui, paagal si bhook thi.
Usne kaamp’ti awaaz mein kaha,
“Thoda…
araam…
phir…
ek
baar
aur…
poori…
tarah…
tod
de
mujhe…”
Rajeev ne uski gaand par haath pherte hue muskura diya.
“Theek
hai
randi.
Araam
kar
le.
Phir
aakhiri
round
mein
main
tujhe
chalne
layak
nahi
chhodunga.”
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske shareer ne ab tak paanch baar release kiya tha.
Lekin uski bhook
ab
bhi
poori
nahi
hui
thi.
Ulta
woh
ab
aur
gehre
andhere
mein
jaana
chahti
thi.






Thodi der ki rest ke baad bhi kamre mein hawa bhaari thi.
Suman pet ke bal litte hue thi. Uske baal chehre par chipke hue the. Pasina, thook, aur uske apne ras se uska poora neeche ka hissa geela tha. Choot aur gaand dono laal, sooje hue, aur ab bhi halka-halka dhadak rahe the. Uske jism mein ab bhi chhote-chhote jhatke aa rahe the.
Rajeev ne uske peeche se aakar uski gaand par ek zor ka thappad maara.
Thappad ki awaaz kamre mein gunji.
“Ab
bol…
thak
gayi
ya
aur
chahiye?”
Suman ne muh bedsheet se uthaya.
Uske aankhon mein ab woh pehli wali bechaini nahi thi.
Ek gehli, thaki hui, lekin santusht si jhalak thi.
“Thak
gayi…” usne kaamp’ti awaaz mein kaha.
“Lekin…
ek
baar
aur…
poora…
tod
ke.”
Rajeev ne uske dono haath peeche kheench liye.
Ek haath se uske wrists tight pakde, doosre haath se apna lund uski choot par ragda.
Woh phir se bilkul sakht tha.
Usne is baar koi warning nahi di.
Ek hi gehre, bhaari dhakke mein poora lund uski choot mein sankal diya.
“Aaaaaaahhhhh…!”
Suman ki cheekh is baar pehle se alag thi.
Ismein dard kam, aur ek ajeeb si submission zyada thi.
Rajeev ne ab last round shuru kiya.
Koi rok-tok nahi.
Sirf gehre, jhadane wale, body-breaking dhakke.
Har dhakka itna zor ka tha ki Suman ka poora shareer bed par aage khisak jaata.
“Uhh…
aahhh…
madarchod…
kya…
chodte
ho
tum…
aahhh…
faad
hi
dogе…
aahhh…!”
Rajeev ne uske baal pakad kar uska sar peeche khinchа.
Usne Suman ko itna peeche khinchа ki uska seena poora utth gaya.
Dono haath peeche bandhe.
Poora control uske haath mein.
“Bol
saaf…
kya
bol
rahi
hai?”
Suman ki aankhein bhar aayi hui thin.
“Yeh…
ki…
tum…
kya
chodte
ho…
madarchod…
itna
gehrа…
itna
zor
se…
meri…
choot…
gaand…
sab…
phad
diya…
aahhh…!”
Rajeev ne lund nikaal kar seedha uski gaand mein daal diya.
Ek hi dhakke mein poora.
Suman ki aankhein phail gayi.
Ek lambi, kaampi hui cheekh nikal gayi.
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…!!”
Ab usne gaand mein hi aakhiri round pura kiya.
Zor daar.
Tez.
Har dhakka uski sooji hui gaand ko aur phailata hua.
Suman ab rone lagi thi.
Lekin yeh dard ka rona nahi tha.
Yeh us tarah ka rona tha jo tab aata hai jab shareer haar jaaye, lekin bhook poori tarah shant ho jaaye.
“Aahhh…
aahhh…
gaand…
faad
di…
tumne…
sab…
khatam
kar
diya…
aahhh…!”
Rajeev ne uski clit par haath le jaakar aakhiri baar masalna shuru kiya.
“Nikaal…
aakhiri…
nikaal
ab…!”
Suman ka shareer ekdam se kas gaya.
Uske pair seedhe ho gaye.
Muh khul gaya.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…!!
Main…
aa
gayi…
aa
gayi…
madarchod…
aahhhhhh…!!”
Usne chhatha orgasm itni tezi se diya ki uske pet mein dard jaisa hone laga.
Poora body kaampne laga.
Uske aankhon se pani behne laga.
Muh se ek gehli, lambi, toot’ti hui awaaz nikal rahi thi jo dheere-dheere khatam ho gayi.
Rajeev ne bhi ab control nahi kiya.
Usne Suman ki gaand mein hi apne dhakke aur tez kar diye.
“Le…
saali…
le…
merа
poora…
paani…!”
Woh ek gehre, bhaari dhakke ke saath Suman ki gaand ke andar hi jhad gaya.
Garam.
Bahut zyada.
Uske lund se jhatke chhoot rahe the.
Suman ki gaand uska poora paani le rahi thi.
Rajeev kuch der uske upar gira raha.
Dono ka pasina mil raha tha.
Saansеin itni tez thin ki kamra bhaari ho gaya tha.
Baad mein usne dheere se lund bahar nikaala.
Suman ki gaand se uska paani bahar nikalne laga.
Choot bhi ab bhi halki-halki dhadak rahi thi.
Suman bed par aise padi thi jaise koi tooti hui gudiya.
Uske baal chehre par chipke hue.
Aankhein adhkhuli.
Muh se halki si haaf-haaf ki awaazein aa rahi thin.
Poora neeche ka hissa laal, sooja, aur bilkul barbaad.
Rajeev uske bagal mein lit gaya.
Usne uske maathe se geele baal hataaye.
“Ab…
bol…
pyas
miti
ya
nahi?”
Suman ne aankhein thodi si kholi.
Uske honth kaamp rahe the.
Usne bohot dheemi, tooti hui awaaz mein kaha,
“Haan…
mit
gayi.
Aaj…
ke
liye…
tumne…
sach
mein…
tod
diya
mujhe.
Tum…
kya
chodte
ho
yaar…”
Rajeev ne uski gaand par halka sa haath pherte hue kaha,
“Agar
phir
se
bhook
lagi…
toh
main
yahin
hoon.”
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si, thaki hui shaanti thi.
Lekin uske dimaag mein ek baat ghum rahi thi —
Aaj
raat
jo
hua…
uska
asаr
sirf
aaj
tak
seemit
nahi
rahega.
Jab
agle
hafte
woh
phir
se
Suman
banegi…
tab
is
raat
ka
hisaab
kisi
aur
roop
mein
uske
saamne
aane
wala
tha.
Usne dheere se aankhein kholi aur ceiling ko dekha.
Ek chhoti si, ajeeb si bechaini uske andar jag uthi thi.
Kuch
tootа
tha
aaj
raat.
Aur
kuch
naya
janam
lene
wala
tha.
Woh
kya
tha…
yeh
tab
pata
chalega
jab
woh
phir
se
Suman
banegi.

[Fuckuguy]

Subah ke 7:40 baje hotel ke room mein pehli baar sakoon tha.
Parda thoda sa khula hua tha. Bahar se shehar ki soft morning light andar aa rahi thi. Bed ekdum barbad pada tha — sheets geeli, sikanen padi hui, yahan-wahan thook aur ras ke dhabbe. Kamre mein ab bhi sex ki khushboo tair rahi thi — pasina, thook, aur woh gehli garmi jo poori raat bhari rahi thi.
Suman aankhein khole hue litte thi.
Uske poore shareer mein dard tha.
Choot ke andar ek gehra, sooja hua ehsaas.
Gaand mein jalan ab bhi baaki thi.
Janghen kaamp rahi thin.
Nipples itne sensitive the ki bedsheet ke halka sa touch se bhi uski saans ruk jaati thi.
Lekin dard ke saath-saath ek ajeeb si shaanti bhi thi.
Woh shaanti jo sirf tab aati hai jab bhook kuch der ke liye sach mein shant ho jaaye.
Rajeev uske bagal mein litа tha.
Ek haath uski kamar par rakha hua.
Uski saans ab bhi thodi bhaari thi.
Suman ne dheere se kaha,
“Main
chal
nahi
paaungi
aaj.”
Rajeev ne aankhein kholi.
Usne uski taraf murе bina kaha,
“Maine
kaha
tha.
Aaj
tumhe
chalne
layak
nahi
chhodunga.”
Suman ne halki si hansi ki.
Woh hansi thaki hui thi, lekin usmein ek naya sa acceptance tha.
“Tum
sach
mein…
kya
chodte
ho.
Meri
to
haddiyan
bhi
dikhne
lagi
hongi
andar
se.”
Rajeev ne uske baal sehlaaye.
“Bol
to
sahi…
pyas
miti
ya
abhi
bhi
baaki
hai?”
Suman ne thodi der ceiling ko dekha.
Phir boli,
“Aaj
ke
liye
mit
gayi.
Itni
to
zaroor
mit
gayi
ki
main
ab
Ayaan
ke
narm
haathon
se…
thoda
darr
rahi
hoon.
Woh
ab
kaafi
nahi
lagega.”
Rajeev ne uski baat sunte hi uska chehra apni taraf ghumaya.
“Matlab
ab
main
hi
kaafi
hoon?”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Usne bilkul saaf kaha,
“Tum
kaafi
ho…
jab
mujhe
todna
ho.
Lekin
yaad
rahe —
yeh
koi
rishta
nahi
hai.
Na
pyar,
na
wada.
Jab
bhook
lagegi,
main
aaungi.
Jab
nahi
lagegi,
main
nahi
aaungi.
Agar
tumne
isе
kuch
aur
samajha…
toh
main
turant
hat
jaaungi.”
Rajeev ne uske honth apne ungli se chhue.
“Main
samajh
gaya.
Sirf
bhook.
Bas
itna
yaad
rakhna —
jab
bhi
aana,
main
ready
rahunga.
Aur
agla
baar…
main
tujhe
is
se
bhi
zyada
todunga.”
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske shareer ne uski baat par halka sa reaction diya —
ek chhoti si, dabi hui tarap.
Unhone room service se breakfast mangwaya.
Suman ne nange hi sheet odh kar khana khaya.
Har baar jab woh hilti, uski choot aur gaand mein dard uthta.
Rajeev beech-beech mein uske jangh par haath pher deta, jaise yaad dilа raha ho ki raat uski thi.
11 baje ke kareeb Suman ne nahaana shuru kiya.
Bathroom mein paani ke neeche khade hokar usne apne shareer ko dekha.
Gale par nakhun ke nishaan.
Doodhon par sujaan.
Janghon ke andar laal dhabbe.
Choot aur gaand dono dekhne mein sooje hue.
Usne dheere se apni choot par haath pherа.
Ab bhi sensitve thi.
Halka sa touch se hi uski saans tez ho gayi.
“Saali…” usne khud se kaha.
“Kitna
chudwaaya
tune
khud
ko.”
Nahaane ke baad usne simple clothes pehne —
black wide pants aur oversized shirt.
Red saree aur lipstick wala look ab suitcase mein bandh chuka tha.
Bahar nikalte time woh phir se ‘Suman’ lag rahi thi —
soft, controlled, aur thodi si thaki hui.
Rajeev ne usse gate tak chhodа.
Usne last baar uska haath pakda aur kaha,
“Jab
bhi
bhejna
chaho
message…
main
aa
jaunga.
Koi
sawal
nahi
poochunga.”
Suman ne sir hilaaya.
“Main
jaanti
hoon.”
Jab Suman Ayaan ke ghar pahunchi, toh pehla chehra Mrs. Malhotra ka tha.
Unhone Suman ko dekhte hi ek second ke liye rok sa liya.
Unki nazar Suman ke chalnewayе andaz par gayi —
thoda slow, thoda careful.
Jaise shareer ke andar kuch dard ho.
“Aap…
theek
hain?” Mrs. Malhotra ne poocha.
Awaaz mein suspicion ke saath-saath ek dabi hui jalan bhi thi.
Suman ne soft muskaan di.
“Haan aunty.
Bas…
raat
ko
neend
nahi
aayi
thik
se.
Thodi
si
thakan
hai.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne kuch aur poochna chaha, lekin Tai ji ne tab beech mein bolte hue kaha,
“Thakan
kabhi-kabhi
shareer
se
zyada
andar
hoti
hai.
Baith
jao.
Chai
peeti
ho.”
Tai ji ki nazar Suman ke chehre par thodi der ruki.
Unhone kuch padha…
lekin kuch kaha nahi.
Ayaan college se abhi nahi aaya tha.
Suman sofe par baithi.
Har baar jab woh hilti, uski gaand mein dard uthta.
Usne legs cross kiye rakhе.
Apne aap ko normal dikhane ki koshish karti rahi.
Lekin uske dimaag mein ek baat baar-baar ghum rahi thi —
Kal
raat
jo
hisaab
bana
tha…
woh
sirf
ek
raat
ka
nahi
tha.
Kuch
aisa
toota
tha
jo
agle
hafte
jab
woh
phir
se
Suman
banegi…
tab
uske
saamne
kisi
aur
roop
mein
aane
wala
tha.
Woh
kya
tha?
Suman
ko
khud
nahi
pata
tha.
Bas
itna
pata
tha
ki
ab
yeh
khel
pehle
se
zyada
khatarnak
hone
wala
tha.




Suman ki Psychological Transformation – Deep Analysis
Suman ka character ab tak ki story mein sirf physically nahi, balki mentally aur emotionally bhi kaafi layers paar kar chuka hai. Uske andar ka safar ek seedhi line nahi hai. Yeh ek spiral hai — jismein woh kabhi neeche girti hai, kabhi upar uth’ti hai, lekin har baar thodi si aur dark aur complex hoti chali jaati hai.

1. Naye Shehar ka Shuruati Phase: Emotionally Dead + Pure Hunger
Jab Suman naye shehar aayi, tab uske andar almost koi emotional capacity nahi bachi thi.
Rina, Kavita aur Meera ki maut ke baad usne apne aap ko emotionally band kar liya tha.
Us phase mein uski bhook bilkul predatory aur impersonal thi.
Woh logon ko use karti thi, lekin khud ko unse door rakh’ti thi.
Uske liye sex sirf ek physical release tha — koi connection nahi, koi aftertaste nahi.
Is phase mein Suman ka mind bilkul cold tha.
Woh khud ko bhi ek tool ki tarah treat karti thi.

2. Ayaan ka Entry: Pehli Soft Crack
Ayaan ke aane se uske andar pehli baar ek crack padi.
Ayaan ne usse woh cheez di jo usne kaafi time se nahi maangi thi —
Bina demand ke presence
Bina hunger ke softness
Bina judgment ke acceptance
Suman ke liye yeh cheez khatarnak thi.
Kyunki uski bhook toh shareer maangti thi, lekin Ayaan uske andar ke khali pan ko touch kar raha tha.
Is phase mein uske andar pehli baar conflict paida hua:
Ek taraf Ayaan ki narmi thi jo usse “insaan” mehsoos karati thi.
Doosri taraf uski purani bhook thi jo kehti thi ki narmi dangerous hai, kyunki narmi usse kamzor banati hai.
Yeh conflict uske liye naya tha.
Pehle woh sirf bhook se chal’ti thi.
Ab uske andar ek doosri awaaz bhi aa gayi thi.

3. Ayaan ke saath Intimacy ke baad: Frustration + Clarity
Jab Ayaan ke saath usne sex kiya aur satisfy nahi hui, tab uske andar ek important psychological shift aaya.
Usne clearly mehsoos kiya ki:
Soft love uski bhook ko shant nahi kar sakta.
Ulta, soft love uski bhook ko aur bhadka deta hai.
Usse ab aise aadmi ki zaroorat hai jo usse narmi na de, balki usse tod de.
Yeh realization uske liye ek turning point thi.
Usne samajh liya ki Ayaan uske liye “home” ho sakta hai, lekin “hunger” nahi.
Iske baad usne Rajeev ko haan kaha — bilkul clearly, conditions ke saath.
Yeh decision emotional nahi tha.
Yeh ek calculated surrender tha.

4. Rajeev ke saath Raat: Temporary Annihilation of Self
Rajeev ke saath wali raat Suman ke liye sirf sex nahi thi.
Woh raat uske liye ek tarah ka ego death thi.
Us raat usne:
Control poori tarah se chhod diya
Apne aap ko “randi” ke label mein dhaal diya
Dard aur pleasure ko ek saath absorb kiya
Apni identity ko kuch der ke liye completely dissolve kar diya
Is raat ke baad uske andar ek ajeeb si shaanti aayi.
Lekin yeh shaanti healthy nahi thi.
Yeh us tarah ki shaanti thi jo tab aati hai jab koi apne aap ko poori tarah jala chuka ho.
Usne khud kaha — “tum kya chodte ho” — yeh sirf physical baat nahi thi.
Yeh uske andar ki acceptance thi ki usse aise hi toda jaana pasand hai.

5. Current Psychological State (Post-Rajeev Night)
Ab Suman ke andar teen layers saath-saath chal rahe hain:
Surface Layer:
Woh ab bhi Ayaan ke saath soft rehna chahti hai.
Us connection ko poori tarah nahi todna chahti.

Hunger Layer:
Ab usse pata hai ki uski asli bhook soft sex se nahi mitne wali.
Usse extreme, rough, almost destructive sex chahiye.
Darker Emerging Layer (Cliffhanger wala hissa):
Rajeev wali raat ke baad uske andar kuch tootа toh hai, lekin saath hi kuch naya bhi jag raha hai.
Yeh naya hissa abhi clear nahi hai.
Bas itna pata hai ki jab woh agle cycle mein phir se Suman banegi, tab yeh cheez kisi na kisi form mein uske saamne aayegi.


Suman ab woh aurat nahi rahi jo sirf bhook se chal’ti thi.
Woh ab ek split existence jee rahi hai —
ek hissa Ayaan ki narmi chahta hai,
doosra hissa Rajeev jaisi todne wali bhook chahta hai,
aur teesra hissa abhi tak unknown hai, jo agle cycle mein reveal hoga.
Yeh uski sabse dangerous stage hai.
Kyunki ab woh khud bhi nahi jaanti ki agla transformation uske saath kya karega.