[Joker44]

Dinner ke baad suite ke andar ka mahol ab bhi garam tha. Table par plates ab bhi padi hui thin, unke kinare par thandi gravy ke ring sookh rahe the, aur ek glass ke neeche paani ka halka ring table ke wood par chipka hua tha—lekin kisi ne unhe uthane ki koshish nahi ki thi. Bahar balcony se samundar ki lehron ki awaaz aa rahi thi—dheemi, lagatar, jaise koi door se saans le raha ho. Projector ki halki roshni hall ke ek kone mein film ke chehre uda rahi thi; soft glow mein sofa ke cushions gehre dikh rahe the, aur usi roshni mein Vikram ne apna glass table par rakha aur uth khada hua. Usne shorts ke upar se apna haath phera, kamar ghumaayi, aur balcony ki taraf badha. Awaaz mein wahi aalsi, beparwah andaaz tha.


“Jacuzzi chalu kar deta hoon,” usne kaha, kandha door ke frame se takrate hue. Phir usne peeche mud kar sofa ki taraf dekha. “Meera, tu bhi aa. Paani garam hai.”


Vaishali ne uthte hue pallu sambhala. Green silk uske jism par ab bhi thi, lekin pallu dheela ho chuka tha, ek kinara uski godi mein gir gaya tha aur uske left breast ke upar silk ka halka sa weight aa raha tha. Left collarbone pe woh chhota sa til soft light mein chamak raha tha. Subah se jo baatein hui thin, jo chhue the, jo raaz ab halka sa khula tha, woh sab uske seene mein ek daba hua bojh ki tarah pada tha. Usne Vikram ki taraf dekha—uska nanga seena, uski hasi—phir Arjun ki taraf.


Arjun projector ke saamne dusre sofa par baitha hua tha. Remote uske haath mein tha. Screen par movie shuru ho chuki thi—kisi city ki raat, kisi car ki headlights—lekin uski nazar film par nahi thaharti thi. Hall ke kinare, balcony ke glass door, Vikram ke kadmon, aur us aurat ke pallu—sab pe ghoom rahi thi. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Uske hont ek dusre pe dabe hue the.


Vaishali ne dheere se sir hila diya. “Main… change kar ke aati hoon.”


Uske uthte hi silk ki halki sarsarahat hui. Woh bathroom mein gayi. Door band kiya. Lock kiya—ek soft click. Mirror ke saamne khadi hui aur pehle apni aankhen dekhi: thakan, sharm, aur neeche kahin ek aisi bechaini jo woh naam nahi dena chahti thi. Usne socha: Main Vaishali hoon. Meera nahi. Lekin mirror usse wahi chehra dikha raha tha jo ab Vikram ke munh se Meera ban ke nikalta tha.


Usne saree utaari, dheere se, jaise har fold yaad rakhna ho. Blouse ke hooks ek-ek karke khule. Petticoat neeche gira. Uska jism nanga hua—soft pet, bhari chhatiyan, kamar ki woh line jahan silk hamesha chipakti thi, thighs ke beech halki si nami jo din bhar ke tension se aayi thi. Mirror mein uski aankhen khud se mili. Usne socha: main kya karne ja rahi hoon? Aur jawab nahi aaya—sirf saans aayi.


Usne navy-blue bikini uthayi—Vikram ki di hui. Kapda uski skin par thanda laga. Top ne uski boobs ko tightly pakda; nipples fabric ke peeche hard ho gaye. Bottom uski hips par baith gaya, aur beech mein ek patli si line uski chut ko daba ke rakhi. Usne haath se bottom ko thik kiya, mirror mein peeche se dekha—gaand ka golai, thighs ka soft cut—aur ek second ke liye aankhen band kar li. Phir ek patli white towel kandhon par daali, saans li, door khola.


Arjun ne usse dekha. Ek second. Navy blue. Uski maa ki kamar. Bikini ka cut. Towel ke neeche chamakti skin. Phir usne nazar neeche kar li, film ki taraf, jaise kuch dekha hi na ho. Lekin uski gardan sakht thi, aur remote uske haath mein kas ke dab gaya. Uske shorts mein ek halki si movement hui jise woh ignore karna chahta tha.




Jacuzzi ka paani bubble kar raha tha, steam halki si raat ki hawa mein uth rahi thi. Vikram pehle se andar tha—shorts utar chuke the, paani uske seene tak. Uska lund paani ke neeche soft-hard tha, ready. Usne Vaishali ko dekhte hi haath badhaya aur usse kheench liya. Towel balcony ki kursi par giri, ek kinare se latakti hui. Bikini geeli hote hi uske jism se chipak gayi; navy blue aur gehra ho gaya. Vikram ne uske honton ko pakda, zor se, jeebh andar, jaise koi sawaal poochna na ho. Vaishali ki saans toot gayi. Usne uski chhati pe haath rakha—rokne ke liye ya pakadne ke liye, use khud nahi pata tha.


Kiss lambi thi. Paani unke jismon ke beech se nikal raha tha. Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi aur apne seene se chipka liya. “Arjun ko bulaun?” usne uske kaan ke paas kaha, awaaz mein hasi thi, jaise mazaak, jaise challenge.


“Nahi,” Vaishali ne turant kaha. Awaaz dheemi thi, lekin saaf. “Nahi… please.”


Hall se Arjun ki awaaz aayi, film ke dialogue ke upar se: “Nahi. Movie dekh raha hoon. Aap log baitho.”


Uske lehje mein ek kasav tha—bahaduri nahi, bachav. Vikram muskuraya, bilkul usi tarah jaise kisi ne uska plan confirm kar diya ho. Usne Vaishali ki gardan par kiss kiya, phir uski collarbone par—til ke bilkul paas—phir uske bikini top ke upar se ek nipple ko daanton se halka sa kaata. Vaishali ki kamar hil gayi. Paani chhalakaya. Uske hont se ek chhoti si awaaz nikal gayi.


“Plug ab bhi hai na, Meera?” Vikram ne poocha, ungliyon se uski gaand ke beech paani ke neeche jaate hue.

Naam sun ke uske andar kuch hila. Usne sir hilaya. Haan. Subah se—ya kal raat se—woh chhoti si cheez uske andar thi, ek raaz jo har kadam pe usse yaad dilata tha ki uska jism ab uska akela nahi. Har baithne pe, har uthne pe, woh pressure usse yaad dilata tha. Vikram ka haath paani ke neeche gaya. Usne plug ko dabaya—pehle halka, phir thoda zor se. Vaishali ke honton se ek awaaz nikal gayi—adhuri, dabi hui, “nhh—”


“Mat karo… woh saamne hai,” usne kaha, aankhen hall ki taraf.


“Woh movie dekh raha hai,” Vikram ne jawab diya, aur plug ko aur andar dheela-dheela ghumaya. “Aur agar dekh bhi raha hai… toh?” Usne hasi dabayi.



Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Arjun ki nazar balcony ki taraf chali gayi. Side mirror mein—jo suite ke design ka hissa tha, glass ka ek lamba panel—jacuzzi ka ek tukda dikh raha tha: paani, Vikram ka kandha, Vaishali ki peeth, uski geeli baal ki ek latt. Arjun ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne remote pe grip kas li. Film chal rahi thi, lekin uske kaan mein ab sirf paani ki awaaz thi. Teeno jaante the, thoda sa bhi, ki agla kadam ab door nahi hai—aur chhupane ka natak ab sirf ek patla parda hai.

Vikram ne plug ko dheere se aur andar dabaaya, phir ruk gaya. Vaishali ki aankhen band thin. Paani uski kamar tak tha. Uske hont kaamp rahe the. Uske dimaag mein ek hi line ghoom rahi thi: pehli baar. Pehli baar. Pehli baar.


“Mat karo… Woh… Arjun saamne hai. Woh dekh lega,” usne kaha, awaaz mein darr aur kuch aur dono the—woh “kuch aur” jise woh hawas nahi bolna chahti thi.


“Woh movie dekh raha hai,” Vikram ne kaha, uske kaan mein saans chhodte hue. “Aur tu chup rahegi. Samjhi, Meera?”


Usne plug ko baahar khincha. Ek geeli, soft pop si awaaz paani ke neeche hui. Vaishali ke andar ek khali pan fail gaya—ajeeb, sharminda, aur bechain—jaise koi darwaza khula chhod diya gaya ho. Usne socha, saaf saaf: yeh pehli baar hai. Usne kabhi nahi kiya—na Ramesh ke saath, na kisi aur ke. Kabhi allow nahi kiya. Kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ki kisi ka lund uski gaand mein jayega—aur woh bhi yahan, paani mein, film ki awaaz ke peeche, apne bete ke itne paas ki ek mirror unhe jod raha ho.


Arjun side mirror se dekh raha tha. Ab zyada clear. Vaishali ne mirror mein uski parchai dekhi—ek second ke liye unki aankhen mili, phir tut gayi. Usne munh ghumaya. Lekin uska jism Vikram ke haathon mein tha, aur Vikram ne uski kamar pakad li.




Vikram ne apna lund uski gaand par set kiya. Moti, garam tip. Paani ke beech pressure alag lagta hai—zyada seedha, zyada bechain, jaise skin ke har pore khul gaye hon. Usne dheere push kiya. Tip ne resistance feel kiya.


“Dheere… Please. Pehli baar hai,” Vaishali ne kaha, awaaz toot ke. “Vikram… dheere… main… main ready nahi—”


“Tu ready hai,” usne kaha, hawas se, bina pyaar ke. “Bas saans le, Meera.”


Tip andar gayi. Tez jalne jaisa dard—ek aisi stretch jo uski aankhon ke peeche chamak uthi. Vaishali ne haath munh par rakh liya. “Ahh—” awaaz towel ki tarah dabi, lekin nikal hi gayi. Uske aankhon ke peeche paani aa gaya—dard ka, sharm ka, is baat ka ki woh rok nahi paayi, is baat ka ki uske bete ka chehra mirror mein kahin maujood hai.


“Relax. Saans le,” Vikram ne kaha. Hawas uski awaaz mein thi, madad nahi. Usne aur ek inch diya. Phir ek aur. Har inch pe Vaishali ki kamar sakht hoti, phir dheeli padti. Uske nails Vikram ke seene mein chubhe.


Vaishali ke andar ek ajeeb bharipan faila. Dard tha—sachcha, jalan wala, pehli baar wala—lekin uske saath ek pressure jo uski chut ko bhi geela kar raha tha, bina chhue. Usne mahsoos kiya ki uska clit paani mein dhadak raha hai, sharminda aur gaddar. Usne socha: pehli baar. Paani mein. Arjun ke saamne. Aur usne nahi roka. Uske hips thoda peeche gaye, khud-b-khud, jaise jism decide kar chuka ho pehle dimaag se. Vikram ne us movement ko pakad liya aur muskura diya.


“Haan… aise,” usne kaha.


Woh dheere dheere chodne laga. Har dhakka paani ko hilata. Bubble toot-te. Jacuzzi ke kinare se paani neeche girta. Vaishali ki awaaz munh ke peeche se nikalne lagi—“nhh… ahh… nhh—”—jaise woh khud ko samjha rahi ho ki chup rehna hai. Lekin jab Vikram ne thoda tez kiya, uska haath khud uske honton se hat gaya.


“Ahh… dheere…”


Dard ab sirf dard nahi tha. Uske peeche ek garmi thi, ek gehra pan jo har push pe uski kamar ko kamzor kar raha tha. Pehli baar ka darr ab bhi tha, lekin uske saath ek nasha bhi aa gaya tha—ki woh le rahi hai, ki woh le sakti hai, ki uska jism toot nahi raha balki khul raha hai. Vikram ne uski boobs pakdi, navy bikini ke upar se nipples masale, phir top side karke seedha skin chhui. “Relax. Tu le rahi hai. Dekh… kitni tight hai tu.”



Ahh— Vikram…” usne kaha, naam uske munh se nikla jaise confession. “Ahh— ruk… nahi… mat ruk… ahh—”


Hall mein Arjun mirror mein dekh raha tha. Shock uske seene mein pathar ki tarah tha. Guilt uske gale tak chadha hua tha—maa, yeh meri maa hai, yeh uski awaaz hai. Aur uske shorts mein lund sakht ho chuka tha—itna ki dard ho raha tha. Usne haath neeche kiya. Pehle rokne ke liye. Phir fabric ke upar se dabane ke liye. Phir andar haath daal ke ragadne ke liye. Usne apni maa ko Vikram ke aage dekha—peeth jhuki, hont khule, paani mein hilti hui—aur uska haath ruk nahi paya. Aankhen mein paani aa gaya, lekin woh dekhte raha.

Vikram tez hua. Thap-thap. Geeli awaaz. Paani chhalakta. Skin ki geeli thap. “Tu tight hai. Pehli baar,” usne kaha, saans bhaari. “Bol. Pehli baar hai na, Meera?”


“Haan… ahh… pehli… ahh…” Vaishali ne jawab diya. Ab uski awaaz mein sirf dard nahi tha. Pleasure aa chuka tha—sharminda, gila, aur bhookha. “Ahh— aur— gehra… ahh— Vikram… gehra…”


Uske hips ab Vikram ke saath hil rahe the. Pehli baar ke darr ke baad bhi jism ne haan bol diya tha. Vikram ne uski chut ragdi, paani ke neeche, do ungliyan uske clit par ghumati hui. Vaishali ki kamar jhatki. Ek lambi moan nikal gayi jo usne dabaani chaahi thi aur nahi daba paayi. “Ahh— Vikram… main… main kya… ahh—”


“Tu aa rahi hai,” usne kaha. “Aa. Mere lund pe.”

Ab chhupane ka natak khatam ho raha tha. Vikram jaanta tha Arjun dekh raha hai. Usne care nahi kiya. Ulta, usne Vaishali ko thoda mirror ki taraf ghuma diya, jaise dikhana ho. Usne uske nipples chuse, jeebh se ghumaya, daant se dabaya. Vaishali ki moan ab dheemi nahi thi.


“Ahh— aur— gehra… ahh— haan— ahh-ahh—”


Thap thap tez. Paani ki geeli thap-thap. Uske boobs hilte hue. Vikram ka lund uski gaand mein poora andar-bahar, har baar thoda tez, thoda gehra. Vaishali ke hont se awaazein nikal rahi thin jo film ke dialogue ko kaat rahi thin—moaning, broken, “nhh-ahh-ahh— Vikram— haan—” jaise uska control tut chuka ho. Usne ek haath jacuzzi ke kinare pakad liya. Doosra Vikram ke baal mein. Uski aankhen kabhi band, kabhi mirror ki taraf—jahaan Arjun tha—phir jaldi band.


Arjun mirror mein dekhta raha. Uske haath ki raftaar tez ho gayi. Guilt aur lust ek dusre se lipat gaye. Woh soch raha tha: yeh meri maa hai. Woh Vikram se chudwa rahi hai. Woh enjoy kar rahi hai. Aur phir bhi uska lund dhadak raha tha, uske pair kaanp rahe the, uske pet mein ek aisi jalan thi jo sharm se mil ke aur tez ho rahi thi. Usne hont kaat liye taaki awaaz na nikle. Ek drop precum uski mutthi mein geela tha.


“Ahh— main… aa rahi hoon…” Vaishali ne kaha, awaaz toot ke. “Ahh— Vikram— main— ahhhh—”


Vikram ne uski kamar kas li, lund poora andar dhasa, aur virya chhod diya—garam, dhakke pe dhakka, uski gaand ke andar, itna ki Vaishali ne mahsoos kiya ki woh bhar rahi hai. Uske pair paani mein phisal gaye. Pleasure uske pet tak chadha, sharm ke saath mil ke, jaise koi cheez andar se phat rahi ho. Uski moan ek lambi, kaanpti chill ban gayi jo balcony se hall tak gayi. “Ahhhh—”




Arjun bhi usi pal haath mein jhad gaya. Uske seene mein ek awaaz dab gayi—jaanwar si, dabi hui. Cum uski mutthi mein tha, garam, sharminda. Usne saans roki. Aankhen nam thin.


Vaishali ne aankhen kholin.


Mirror mein—pehli baar seedhi—Arjun se aankhen mili.


Ek second. Do. Teen. Zyada.


Uske andar sharm thi, dard tha, pleasure ab bhi hil raha tha, virya ab bhi uske andar tapakne ko taiyar tha. Arjun ki aankhon mein shock tha, lust tha, aur ek aisi dard bhari pehchaan jo betepan ko tod deti hai—ki woh ab sirf beta nahi, ek mard hai jo usse dekh chuka hai. Unhone nazar nahi hatayi. Ek chhoti si forever. Paani ke bubble unke beech toot rahe the. Film door se bol rahi thi, bekaabu.


Phir Vaishali ne nazar hatayi. Jaldi. Jaise aag se haath hataya jaaye.


Uske dimaag mein ek hi baat toot ke aa gayi—maine yeh kar diya. Maine. Mere bete ke saamne. Mirror mein uski aankhen thin, meri moan uske kaan mein gayi, aur maine rukne ki koshish bhi nahi ki. Usne socha, bilkul saaf, har lafz ke saath: Maine yeh kar diya. Maine apne bete ko yeh dikha diya. Maine Vikram ke neeche aa ke uske saamne awaazein nikaali. Main kaisi maa hoon? Main kaisi aurat hoon? Uske gale mein sharm ek gola ban ke atak gayi. Pair paani mein kaanp rahe the. Uski aankhon ke peeche paani aa gaya—pleasure ka nahi, is baat ka ki Arjun ne sab dekh liya, aur usne aankhen nahi band ki thin.


Usne paani se uthne ki koshish ki; taangein kamzor thin. Bikini bottom side tha—uski geeli chut ek pal ke liye dikhi, ras se bhari, thodi khuli, paani se chamakti, clit swollen. Arjun ne dekha. Uski maa ki chut. Nangi. Uske liye. Uske saamne. Uske gale mein ek awaaz atak gayi.


Vaishali ne towel uthaya, jaldi, jism par daala—lekin towel geela tha, chipakta tha, aur uthte waqt uski gardan, uski clavicle, uske boobs ka upar ka hissa, uski thighs—sab dikhe. Ab uske andar sirf ek feeling thi: room. Door. Andar. Chhup jaana. Arjun se door hona. Apne chehre ko uski nazar se bachana. “Main… room…” Awaaz kaanpti hui, toot ke, jaise woh khud se bhaag rahi ho. Woh balcony se hall ki taraf bhaagi—na Vikram ki taraf dekha, na peeche mud ke. Arjun ke sofa ke paas se guzarti hui uski saans tez thi; usne uski taraf dekha bhi nahi, ya dekh ke bhaag gayi, jaise ek second ki aur nazar usse jala degi. Har kadam pe uske dimaag mein wahi line: Maine yeh kar diya. Maine yeh kar diya. Darwaza peeche se band hua. Towel uske jism par chipka. Taangein kaanp rahi thin. Har kadam pe Vikram ka virya uske andar se thoda behne ka ehsaas—thighs ke beech geela pan. Usne bed ke kinare haath rakh ke saans li, aankhen band, munh band—lekin mirror wala scene uske peeche se chipka hua tha, aur woh door nahi ja raha tha.



Vikram paani se bahar aaya. Paani uske jism se tapak raha tha. Uska lund ab bhi adha sakht tha, chamakta. Usne towel se jism thoda pochha, shorts nahi pehne, aur seedha hall ki taraf badha—jaise koi jeet ke baad walk kar raha ho.


Arjun ab bhi sofa par tha. Cum ab bhi uski mutthi mein geela tha, thanda hone laga tha, ungliyon ke beech chipka hua. Usne haath chhupane ki koshish ki, lekin der ho chuki thi. Vikram uske paas aaya, ruk gaya, aur dheere se apna haath Arjun ke kandhe par rakh diya—garam, bhaari, beparwah.


“Main jaanta tha,” Vikram ne kaha, awaaz mein hasi thi, zor nahi, bas itni ki Arjun ke seene mein gir jaaye. “Tu chhup ke dekh raha tha humein. Isliye maine socha… tujhe proper view de doon. Kaise satisfy karte hain ek ladki ko.” Usne kandha thoda dabaya. “Main jaanta hoon woh teri bhabhi hai… lekin phir bhi.”


Arjun ne kuch nahi kaha. Uske hont kaamp rahe the. Uske gale mein ek awaaz atak gayi jo nahi nikli.


Vikram ki nazar neeche gayi—Arjun ke haath pe, uski mutthi pe, us cum pe jo ab bhi ungliyon mein chamak raha tha. Vikram zor se hans diya. Woh hasi hall mein fail gayi, film ke dialogue ke upar se.


“Ohh… I see,” usne kaha, aankhen narrow. “Main dekh raha hoon tu ne kya kiya.” Usne hasi dabayi nahi. “Teri bhabhi ke liye itna… haath mein hi jhad gaya?”


Phir Vikram ne floor se Vaishali ki panty uthayi—jo change ke time bathroom se latakti hui giri hogi, ab bhi uski body ki garmi aur geeli khushboo liye. Usne woh panty Arjun ke khule haath mein rakh di—seedha, jaise gift. Kapda geela tha, bhaari, uski maa ki aslie khushboo se bhara.


“Yeh le,” Vikram ne kaha, awaaz dheemi lekin saaf. “Enjoy this.”


Phir woh bedroom ki taraf chala gaya. Kandha door ke frame se takraya. Andar gaya. Door band nahi kiya—jaan-boojh kar khula chhod diya. Hall ki film ab bhi chal rahi thi, bekaaran. Arjun panty haath mein liye baitha raha, cum ab bhi ungliyon pe, Vikram ki awaaz ab bhi uske kaan mein—“main jaanta tha… proper view… enjoy this.”


Andar se awaazein aane lagi. Mattress ka dabav. Kapde ka khulna. Towel ka floor pe girna. Phir Vaishali ki moan—pehli toh dheemi, phir bhaari, phir khuli—jaise room mein aa ke bhi uska jism sharm se nahi ruk paya.


“Ahh— haan…”


Vikram: “Maza aaya, Meera? Bol.”


Vaishali ki tooti awaaz: “Haan… ahh… haan…”


Thap thap. Tez. Bed ki leg floor pe hilti hui. Skin ki awaaz. Vaishali ab horny mood mein thi—sharm ke baad bhi, aankhon milne ke baad bhi, uska jism maang raha tha. Hawas ne sharm ko neeche daba diya tha, kam se kam is pal ke liye. “Haan… aur… ahh— Vikram… aur— gehra— ahh-ahh—”


Arjun sofa par baitha raha. Door khula tha. Usne nazar uthayi—hall se seedha bedroom ke frame tak. Dim roshni mein sab dikh raha tha: Vaishali bed pe neeche thi, peeth mattress pe, taangein khuli, boobs hilte hue. Vikram uske upar tha—seena se seena, hips se hips—lund andar-bahar, har dhakka pe bed hilta, har dhakka pe uski maa ki moan nikalti. From above. Seedha. Jaise koi film nahi, jaise asal.

Vikram ne uski taangein aur kholin, gehra gaya, aur poocha, saans bhaari: “Enjoyed? Bol, Meera. Enjoy kiya?”

Vaishali ki awaaz toot ke aayi, broken, kaanpti, film se tez: “Yess… ahh— yess… haan… ahh-ahh—”

Arjun ne panty ko naak ke paas laaya. Usne sungha—uski maa ki chut ki khushboo, geeli, garam, sharminda. Uske dimaag mein ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha, baar baar, jaise koi hathoda: Maine apni maa ke saath kya kar diya? Maine kya dekh liya? Maine kya kiya? Woh Vikram ke neeche thi, “yess” bol rahi thi, aur uske haath mein uski panty thi, uske haath mein ab bhi uska khud ka cum tha. Usne panty phir sunghi. Aankhen nam thin. Lund phir se sakht ho raha tha—guilt ke saath, sharm ke saath, aur us scene ke saath jo door ke frame se ab bhi chal raha tha.

Andar Vikram tez chod raha tha. Vaishali neeche thi, munh khula, aankhen kabhi band kabhi door ki taraf—jahaan beta sofa se dekh sakta tha. “Ahh— Vikram— haan— aur— ahh—” Uske nails Vikram ki peeth mein chubhe. Har dhakka pe uske boobs hilte. Har dhakka pe uski awaaz toot’ti. “Yess… ahh… yess…”

Arjun panty haath mein liye sofa par baitha raha. Smell uske naak mein thi. Scene uski aankhon mein tha. Guilt uske gale mein tha. Aur suite ke andar teen adults ek aise raaz mein doobey hue the jo ab chhupa nahi ja sakta tha.

Samundar bahar lehrein maarta raha.

Film hall mein bekaaran chalti rahi.

Aankhen mili thin.

Ab woh sofa se dekh raha tha.

Panty sungh raha tha.

Aur ruk nahi pa raha tha.

[Joker44]

Subah ki roshni suite mein dheere dheere ghus rahi thi—curtain ke kinare se ek patli si line, jo pehle floor pe giri, phir bed ke sheet pe, phir Vaishali ke haath pe. Usne aankhen kholin, aur pehle second mein sirf ek baat yaad aayi: mirror. Arjun ki aankhen. Paani. Uski khud ki awaaz. Aur uske jism ka woh hissa jo ab bhi thoda geela, thoda soojha hua mehsoos ho raha tha.
Usne munh sheet mein dabaya. Saans andar atak gayi. Bahar samundar ki lehrein ab bhi thi, lekin raat wali garmi nahi thi—sirf ek thandi, saaf, bekaar si subah jo kuch bhoolne nahi de rahi thi. Sheet uski nangi jaanghon se chipki hui thi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki kal raat ke baad uski gaand ab bhi sensitive thi, aur jab woh hili toh halka sa dard aur uske saath ek ajeeb si yaad aa gayi.
Vikram uske bagal mein so raha tha, ek haath uski kamar par, saans gehri. Uska seena upar-neeche ho raha tha jaise raat uske liye koi bhaari baat hi na ho. Vaishali ne uska haath dheere se hataya. Pair neeche kiye. Pehle second mein kamar mein ek halka dard yaad dilaya ki kal kya hua tha—lekin usne usse naam nahi diya. Usne sirf socha: uth. Kapde pehen. Bahar mat ja… phir socha: Arjun bhi yahin hai. Suite ke hall mein. Sofa pe. Shayad ab bhi.
Uske gale mein sharm ek gola ban ke atak gayi. Aur uske saath uski chut mein ek dheemi, be-ikhtiyaar si geelapan bhi thi, jaise jism ab bhi us raat ko yaad rakh raha ho.
Bathroom mein usne mirror dekha. Aankhon ke neeche halki si thakan. Honton ka rang. Gardan pe ek chhota sa nishan jo makeup se chhupana padega. Usne paani chhehwa, munh dhoya, lekin chehra wahi raha—woh aurat jo kal raat apne bete se aankhen mila chuki thi jab uska jism kisi aur ke neeche tha. Usne socha, bilkul saaf: Maine yeh kar diya. Aur ab subah hai. Aur mujhe uske saamne baithna hai. Usne apni ungliyan seene par pheri, jahan ab bhi Vikram ke daant ka halka sa nishaan tha.
Usne cream saree uthayi—simple, high neck blouse, pallu jo seene ko poora dhak sake. Kapda pehen te waqt ungliyan kaanp rahi thin. Pallu sambhalte hue usne khud se kaha: aaj normal. Aaj kuch nahi hua. Aaj sirf subah hai.
Lekin normal nahi tha.
Hall mein Arjun pehle se uth chuka tha.
Woh sofa par baitha tha, peeche ke cushions se thoda door, jaise us jagah se bhi bhaagna chahta ho jahaan kal raat uska haath tha. Table par uska phone tha, screen neeche. Projector band. Film ki yaad bhi ab ek bekaar si cheez lag rahi thi. Usne raat bhar aankhen band ki thin, lekin neend nahi aayi thi—sirf scenes. Mirror. Paani. Uski maa ki awaaz. Vikram ka haath uske kandhe par. “Main jaanta tha.” Panty. Khushboo. Uske haath mein jo thanda ho gaya tha. Aur uske apne haath ka woh hissa jo ab bhi thoda chipka hua mehsoos ho raha tha.
Usne subah bathroom mein haath baar baar dhoye the. Sabun se. Garam paani se. Phir bhi use lag raha tha ki kuch chipka hua hai.
Kitchenette ke paas se coffee ki halki si khushboo aa rahi thi—usne khud machine chalu ki thi, kuch karne ke liye, kuch aisa jo uske haath ko kaam de. Cup uske haath mein thanda padne laga tha kyunki woh pee nahi pa raha tha.
Bedroom ka door khula.
Vaishali bahar aayi.
Dono ki nazar ek second ke liye mili—aur tut gayi, jaise kisi ne haath jala diya ho.
Vaishali ne pallu kas liya. “Subah… ho gayi.” Awaaz itni dheemi thi ki lagta tha woh khud se baat kar rahi ho. Uski saans tez thi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Arjun uske seene ki taraf dekh raha hai, chahe pallu dhaanka hua ho.
Arjun ne sir hilaya. “Haan.” Bas. Ek lafz. Uske gale se zyada nahi nikla. Usne socha, kal raat usne uski chut dekhi thi. Ek pal ke liye. Aur ab woh yahan khadi hai.
Woh dono ek dusre se door khade the—ek hall ke kinare, ek bedroom ke frame pe—jaise beech ka floor ab paar nahi kiya ja sakta. Vaishali ne kitchenette ki taraf kadam badhaya, cup uthaya, paani garam kiya. Har harkat normal dikhane ki koshish thi. Har harkat fail ho rahi thi. Uske haath cup pe kaanpte the. Usne socha: woh dekh raha hai. Woh jaanta hai. Maine uske saamne… aur ab main chai bana rahi hoon jaise kuch nahi. Uske andar ek dheemi si geelapan ab bhi thi.
Arjun ne uski taraf nazar uthayi, phir turant neeche kar li. Cream saree. High neck. Wohi aurat. Wohi maa. Kal raat navy blue mein thi. Kal raat mirror mein thi. Aaj pallu ke peeche chhupi hui thi, aur phir bhi usse lag raha tha ki kuch chhupa nahi. Usne socha, uski gaand. Uski moan. Uski chut.
Silence lambi thi. Samundar bahar bol raha tha. Fridge ki halki si gunj. Cup pe paani ki awaaz.
Phir bedroom se Vikram nikal aaya.
Shorts, nanga seena, baal bigde, chehre pe wahi aalsi hasi jo raat ko bhi thi. Usne pehle Vaishali ko dekha, phir Arjun ko, aur jaise dono ke beech ka tension uske liye koi maze ka game ho, muskura diya.
“Arre waah,” usne kaha, awaaz tez, beparwah. “Dono pehle se uth gaye? Maine socha thak ke so rahe hoge.”
Vaishali ke kandhe sakht ho gaye. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Cup pe dono haath rakh liye. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Vikram ka nanga seena uske saamne hai, aur Arjun dekh raha hai.
Arjun ne coffee ka sip liya—kadwa, thanda pad chuka. “Neend nahi aayi,” usne kaha, bina dekhne ke.



Vikram hans diya. “Haan bhai, raat lambi thi na.” Usne fridge khola, paani nikala, bada sa ghoont liya. Phir Vaishali ke paas aaya, uski kamar pe haath rakha—hall ke beech, Arjun ke saamne, bilkul casually—aur uske maathe pe ek halka sa kiss kiya. “Meera, coffee banayi?”
Naam. Wahi naam. Vaishali ne aankhen band ki, kholin. “Bana rahi hoon.” Uski saans tez ho gayi. Vikram ka haath uski kamar par garam tha, aur usne socha, Arjun dekh raha hai.
“Arjun ke liye bhi,” Vikram ne kaha, peeche mud ke. “Dekh, bhabhi kitni mehnat kar rahi hai subah subah.”
Arjun ki ungliyan cup pe kas gayin. Bhabhi. Woh lafz ab uske kaan mein ek alag tarah se baitha—kal raat ke baad, jab usne sab dekh liya tha, jab uske haath mein… Usne munh nahi khola. Usne socha, uski maa. Uski bhabhi. Uske haath mein uski panty thi.
Vaishali ne teesra cup nikaala. Uske dimaag mein ek hi line ghoom rahi thi: mat dekh. Mat yaad kar. Sirf pour kar. Sirf rakh. Sirf normal.
Lekin jab woh cup Arjun ki taraf le ke gayi, unke haath ek second ke liye itne paas aaye ki usne saans rok li. Cup table pe rakh diya, bina aankh milaye. “Lo.” Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thin.
“Thanks,” Arjun ne kaha. Awaaz sukhi thi.
Vikram sofa ke kinare baith gaya, ek pair doosre pe, jaise yeh uska ghar ho aur yeh dono uske guest. “Aaj flight shaam ki hai na?” usne poocha. “Packing kar lo. Main checkout pe baat karta hoon.”
Vaishali ne sir hilaya. “Haan.”
“Arjun,” Vikram ne kaha, uski taraf dekhte hue, hasi ab bhi aankhon mein. “Tu bhi pack kar lena. Kal raat jo… movie dekh raha tha na… thak gaya hoga.”
Arjun ne uski aankhon mein ek second dekha. Vikram ki nazar mein wahi baat thi jo kandhe par haath rakhte waqt thi—main jaanta tha. Main ab bhi jaanta hoon. Tu kuch nahi bolega.
Arjun ne cup neeche rakha. “Main pack kar leta hoon.”
Woh uth ke apne bag ki taraf chala gaya—hall ke dusre kone mein, jahaan uska chhota sa suitcase khula pada tha. Usne kapde fold kiye, bina soye hue aadmi ki raftaar se, jaise kaam karne se sharm kam ho jaayegi. Kam nahi hui. Usne socha, uski panty. Uske bag mein. Ab bhi.
Vaishali bedroom mein packing karne gayi.
Darwaza peeche se band kiya—is baar lock nahi, bas band. Bed ab bhi bigda hua tha. Sheet pe kal raat ki yaad. Usne suitcase khola, saree fold ki, blouse rakhe, Vikram ke shirts ek taraf. Har fold pe uske haath ruk jaate. Ek pal ke liye usne navy-blue bikini dekhi—geeli nahi ab, sookh chuki, bag ke kinare dabi hui. Usne usse uthaya, ungliyon mein dabaya, aur jaldi se kapdon ke neeche chhupa diya jaise koi raaz dobara daba rahi ho. Usne socha, Arjun ne isse dekha tha. Usne isse utaara tha. Usne isse pehna tha.
Usne socha: Arjun ne woh bhi dekh li thi. Bikini. Mirror. Sab. Usne apni ungliyan seene par pheri, dheere.
Bathroom mirror ke saamne phir khadi hui. Makeup bag khola. Concealer. Halka lipstick. Jo nishan gardan pe tha, usse dhakne ki koshish. Brush uske haath mein kaanpta tha. Usne khud se kaha: tu maa hai. Tu… bhabhi hai. Tu flight pe baithogi. Tu normal dikhegi.
Aankhen nam ho gayin. Usne unhe ponchha, zor se, jaise sharm ko bhi ponch sake. Nahi poni. Usne socha, usne mujhe dekha. Usne meri chut dekhi. Aur main uske saamne khadi thi.
Bahar se Vikram ki awaaz aayi, phone pe, reception se baat karte hue—checkout time, cab, airport. Awaaz itni normal thi ki Vaishali ko gussa aaya. Gussa aur sharm mil ke uske seene mein ek ajeeb si jalan bana rahe the. Usne socha: uske liye yeh khel hai. Mere liye yeh… mera beta hai. Mere liye yeh chehra hai jo ab main seedha nahi dekh sakti. Aur uske saath uski chut mein ek dheemi si geelapan ab bhi thi.
Door pe halki si knock hui.
“Bhabhi?” Arjun ki awaaz. Dheemi. Sakht. “Vikram bhai bol rahe hain… breakfast neeche order kar dein kya?”
Bhabhi. Us lafzh ne uske andar kuch tod diya—dheere se, bina awaaz ke. Usne door ke paas jaake kaha, bina khole: “Haan… jo… jo chalega. Light.”
“Theek hai.”
Kadmon ki awaaz door hui. Vaishali ne door ke frame pe maathe se touch kiya, aankhen band. Usne socha: woh mujhe bhabhi bol raha hai, aur kal raat usne mujhe… aur main uske saamne chai de ke aa rahi hoon. Maine yeh kar diya. Maine yeh duniya bana di. Usne socha, usne meri panty sunghi thi.
Breakfast table pe teeno baithe.
Suite ke dining corner mein plates, juice, toast, omelette—hotel wali neatness, jaise raat ko kuch hua hi na ho. Vikram beech mein baitha, Vaishali uske ek taraf, Arjun doosri taraf—itna door ki unke knees table ke neeche door the, phir bhi hawa mein tension ek dusre se chipki hui thi.
Vikram ne toast todte hue kaha, “Goa accha tha na? Short trip, lekin…” Usne Vaishali ki taraf dekha, aankhen narrow, hasi dheemi. “Yaadgar.”



kuch toh hota hai.”
“Meera naam tha na?” phone wali ne poocha aur screen band kar diya. “Meera Deshmukh. Main society meeting mein suni thi. Bola tha husband young hai aur family Bandra side ki hai. Flat bhi unhone hi liya tha jo khali pada tha.”
“Haan, par Vaishali kahan gayi?” teesri ne aankhen narrow kar ke poocha, awaaz mein ek alag curiosity ke saath. “Pawar wali. Itne saal se yahin thi, second floor left pe. Ab dikhti nahi. Na bazaar, na pehle jaisi chai pe baithna. Kabhi socha hai?”
Mirchi wali ne sir hilaya aur thaal thoda hilaya. “Arre, alag baat hai. Ek Meera hai, ek Vaishali. Confusion mat kar. Meera nayi dulhan hai. Vaishali shayad kisi rishte mein gayi hogi, ya ghar pe hi rehti hogi. Log bolte hain na ki kabhi kabhi auratein chup ho jaati hain—sasural, tension, jo bhi.”
“Par itni chup?” phone wali ne kaha. “Na temple, na neeche baithna. Sirf window se kabhi pallu dikhta hai. Young jawan husband hai, aur yeh itni alone rehti hai? Main kehti hoon kuch toh hai. Nayi dulhan itni band nahi rehti.”
Beech mein hasi faili, woh hasi jisme sawaal zyada hota hai aur jawab kam. Ek ne dheere se kaha ki shayad sharmati hogi kyunki young husband hai, aur doosri ne uske haath pe thapki de ke chup kara diya.
“Chalo na, ek baar mil ke aate hain,” mirchi wali ne faisla kiya. “Sweetness ke bahane. Nayi bahu ko welcome karenge. Poochhenge kahan se aayi, kya karti hai, family kaisi hai. Warna yeh Meera-Meera karke hum khud pagal ho jaayenge, aur Vaishali ka sawaal bhi yahin latka rahega.”
Teenon uthin, thaal side rakha, pallu seedhe kiye, aur lift mein chadh gayin. Second floor pe right-side bell ek-do baar halki si baji.
Vaishali ne door khola. Usne cream saree pehni thi, pallu kasaa hua tha, aur chehre pe woh smile thi jo practice se aati hai—meethi, chhoti, aur door jaldi band karne wali. Andar flat saaf tha, thanda tha, aur thoda khali lag raha tha. Vikram nahi tha. TV band tha. Sirf uski saans thi aur kitchen se thandi chai ki khushboo aa rahi thi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi, subah se.
“Arre Meera ji!” mirchi wali ne meethi awaaz mein kaha. “Hum society se aaye hain. Aapko dekhne aaye. Itne din se aap bahar nahi aati. Hum soch rahe the kabhi taang tod li hogi aapne ghar baithe-baithe.”
Vaishali ne sir hilaya aur door thoda aur khola, lekin itna nahi ki woh andar ghus jaayein. Usne apne pair threshold pe hi rakhe. “Namaste. Aaiye, lekin aaj thoda main thak gayi hoon. Headache hai. Kal shayad baat kar paungi.”
“Bas do minute,” phone wali ne kaha aur aankhen andar ghumati hui sofa, curtain, aur us photo frame tak le gayi jisme Vikram ki hasi thi. “Aapka ghar kitna accha hai. Husband office gaye hain?”
“Haan. Late aayenge aaj.”
“Aur aap pehle kahan rehti thin? Shaadi se pehle? Family Mumbai mein hai?”
Vaishali ke hont ek second ke liye ruk gaye. Usne pallu sambhala aur ungliyon se kinara kasaa. “Bahar, thoda door. Family alag hai. Ab yahin hoon.” Awaaz mein koi gaon, koi area, koi detail nahi thi, aur yeh jaan-boojh kar tha. “Zyada kuch nahi. Simple life hai.” Usne socha, simple. Usne socha, raat ko.
Teenon ne ek dusre ki taraf dekha. Itna short jawab tha. Itni kam baat thi. Meera ke baare mein unhe pehle se bhi kam pata tha, aur ab aur kam pata chala. Alone aurat, kam bolti, door pe rok ke khadi.
“Koi shauq?” teesri ne try kiya. “TV serials? Mandir? Humne socha tha aapko society ke WhatsApp group mein add kar dein—”
“Baad mein,” Vaishali ne soft awaaz mein kaat diya. Smile ab bhi thi, lekin aankhen thaki hui thin. “Headache hai thoda.”
Phir mirchi wali ne suddenly, jaise baat beech mein gira di ho, poocha: “Vaishali ji, Pawar wali, aapko pata hai kahan hain? Itne din se unka naam bhi nahi sunai diya. Kabhi socha aapne ki woh aur aap, face thoda… main kehti hoon resemblance…”
Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Smile tootne ke kareeb thi. Gale mein ek gola ban gaya. Usne dheere se, awaaz control karte hue kaha, “Main unhe acchi tarah nahi jaanti. Alag floor, alag zindagi. Aap kisi aur se pooch lena. Mujhe maaf kariye. Aaj nahi baith paungi.” Usne socha, resemblance. Usne socha, unhe pata chal gaya.
Usne door thoda peeche kiya, woh soft pressure jo kehta hai visit khatam hai bina rude hue. Teenon ne hasi banayi aur kaha ki haan haan rest kariye Meera ji, next time sweets le ke aayenge, aur excuse le ke peeche hat gayin. Landing pe unki awaaz dheemi padi jab woh lift ka wait kar rahi thin.
“Bahut alone hai yeh.”
“Kuch batati nahi. Family bhi clear nahi.”
“Meera ke baare mein kisi ko kuch nahi pata, bas naam aur young husband.”
“Aur Vaishali ab bhi mystery hai. Dono ka face… main keh rahi thi na…”
“Chhod. Kal baat karte hain. Abhi toh bahana bana ke nikaal diya.”



Asli naam hall mein gir gaya jaise koi thappad. TV ki news ab bhi chal rahi thi, bekaaran.
Vaishali ne Ramesh ki taraf dekha—ek last second, sawaal bhara: kuch bologe? Uske liye khade hoge? Ramesh chup raha. Aankhen neeche thin, haath mal rahe the, munh khula-band ho raha tha. Arjun ke hont khule, band hue; usne Bua bas ke alawa kuch nahi nikaala jo kaafi ho. Jo lafz chahiye the—maafi, plan, tarikh—woh nahi aaye. Usne socha, unhone suni hai. Usne socha, Arjun ne dekha hai.
Usne pallu kasaa. Smile nahi thi. Sirf thand thi. “Theek hai. Main jaati hoon. Jab nikaalne ka dil ho, tab khud aana. Main door pe nahi aaungi dobara bheek maangne. Na society ke liye, na tumhare liye.”
Woh darwaza ki taraf badhi. Kadmon mein gussa tha. Peeche Priya ki hasi thi—dheemi, jeet wali. Ramesh ka ruko beta adhoora reh gaya. Arjun ka ek kadam us tak nahi pahuncha; usne sirf dekhte hue dekha ki uski maa, jise woh bhabhi bolta tha, gusse mein landing paar kar rahi hai. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uski chut.
Landing. Right-side door. Key. Click. Andar.
Vaishali ne door band kiya, lock kiya, aur peethe se tik gayi. Bahar society ki gupshup ab bhi kaan mein thi. Andar Priya ke gande lafz the. Beech mein uski khud ki awaaz thi jo raat ko wall paar kar jaati thi, aur ab use pata tha ki woh awaaz sirf Arjun ke kaan tak nahi jaati. Usne socha, unhone suni hai. Usne socha, meri moan.
Usne aankhen band ki. Gussa ab bhi tha—Priya pe, Ramesh pe, Arjun pe, khud pe. Flat alone tha. Clock teen baj kar kuch ho rahe the. Vikram abhi nahi aaya tha. Chai thandi pad chuki thi. Usne socha, raat ko. Usne socha, wall ke us paar. Usne socha, Arjun ne dekha.
Kitchen mein jaake usne paani piya. Glass neeche rakha, ek soft thud ke saath. Pallu seedha kiya. Curtain se neeche courtyard dekha. Kursiyan khali thin. Gossip walin chali gayi thin. Meera ke baare mein unhe ab bhi kuch nahi pata tha, bas itna ki woh alone hai, door pe rok deti hai, aur bahar nahi aati. Usne socha, resemblance. Usne socha, unhe pata chal gaya.
Usne curtain kheench liya.
Doosri taraf, left flat mein, Priya kapde fold karti rahi jaise kuch hua hi na ho, sirf munh pe jeet ki hasi liye. Ramesh TV ki taraf dekhte rahe bina dekhe, remote godi mein mara hua. Arjun landing ke peeche wall pe haath rakh ke khada raha, maathe se thanda paint chipka, aur uske dimaag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi: aaj Ma, bhabhi, gusse mein gayi; Priya ne woh sab munh pe bol diya jo wall ke peeche se hum sunte hain; aur main phir se jaldi ke alawa kuch nahi de paaya. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uski chut. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Shaam abhi aani thi. Vikram abhi aana tha. Wall abhi bachi thi. Aur Vaishali ne, pehli baar itne din mein, yeh faisla le liya tha ki woh bheek maangne wapas jaldi nahi jaayegi—chahe society kitna bhi Meera-Meera kare, chahe Priya kitna bhi ganda bole. Usne socha, raat ko. Usne socha, wall ke us paar. Aur uski chut mein ek dheemi si geelapan ab bhi thi..




Shaam ho chuki thi jab Vikram ghar aaya. Keys ki awaaz sun ke Vaishali kitchen se hall mein aayi. Usne simple saree pehni thi, pallu dheela tha, baal thode bikhre hue. Makeup halka. Chehre pe thakan thi, lekin aankhen soft thin. Uske seene mein ab bhi subah ki geelapan ki yaad thi.
Vikram ne usse dekhte hi ruk gaya. Bag haath mein reh gaya. Uske andar turant garmi uthii. Yeh dekhna—uski biwi, uski Meera, ghar mein uske liye khadi—uska lund pehle se hilne laga. Shorts mein tight ho gaya.
“Aaj tu acchi lag rahi hai,” usne kaha, awaaz dheemi. “Bahut acchi.”
Vaishali thoda sharma gayi. “Bas… normal hoon. Chai banau?” Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut dheemi si geeli ho rahi thi.
“Pehle idhar aa.”
Woh uske paas gayi. Vikram ne bag neeche rakha, uski kamar pakdi, aur usse apne seene se chipka liya. Usne pehle uske maathe pe kiss kiya, phir gaal pe, phir uske honton ke bilkul kareeb ruk gaya. Vaishali ki saans uske munh pe pad rahi thi. Phir usne uske hont dheere se chuse—pehle upar wala, phir neeche wala—baar baar, jaise taste le raha ho. Vaishali ke munh se soft awaaz nikalii. “Mm…” Uski nipples tight ho gaye.
Vikram ne jeebh nikaal ke uske honton ko geela kiya, corner se corner. Phir uski jeebh uske honton ke beech se andar gayi. Deep. Slow. Usne uski jeebh ko apni jeebh se ghumaaya, chusa, chhoda, phir dobara andar liya. Vaishali ke haath uske shirt pe kas gaye. Kiss lambi hoti gayi. Smack. Geeli awaaz. Kabhi woh uske neeche wale hont ko daanton se halka kaatta, kabhi jeebh se soothe karta. Vaishali ki kamar uske haath mein dheeli pad gayi. Uski aankhen band thin. Uske nipples saree blouse ke peeche tight ho gaye. Vikram ne yeh feel kiya—uska lund shorts mein sakht ho chuka tha. Usne uski gaand par haath rakha, dheere se dabaya.
Usne kiss todte hue uske kaan ke paas saans chhodi. “Chal andar. Bedroom.”




Vaishali ne aankhen kholin. Hont laal the, geele the, thode se soojhe. Usne dheere se sir hilaya. Koi lambi baat nahi. Bas soft. “Haan.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Yeh haan simple thi. Isme koi badi speech nahi thi. Bas itna ki woh uske saath jaane ko ready hai. Vikram yeh samajh gaya. Usne uska haath pakda aur bedroom le gaya.
Bedroom mein usne light kam ki. Vaishali ko dheere se bed pe litaya. Uske baal sheet pe fail gaye. Vikram uske upar jhukaa, phir se kiss kiya—hont, gardan, collarbone. Vaishali ke munh se soft moan nikalii. “Ahh… Vikram…” Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi.
Usne uske kaan ke paas kaha, “Aaj main kuch naya karna chahta hoon.”
Vaishali thodi si ruk gayi. Aankhen uski aankhon mein. “Naya…? Kya?”
Vikram bed se utha, drawer khola, aur pink vibrator nikaal ke uske saamne laaya. Remote bhi saath tha. Vaishali ki aankhen badi ho gayin. Chehra sharam se lal hone laga. Usne socha, yeh kya hai.
“Yeh…?” usne kaha, awaaz dheemi. “Main… yeh kabhi nahi kiya. Kabhi use nahi kiya.”
Vikram bed pe uske paas baith gaya. Bull wala andaaz—shant, hungry, control. Usne uska chin pakda. “Tu nahi kiya, toh kya. Tu mere liye karegi. Tu sochti hai tujhe pasand nahi aayega, lekin aayega. Main jaanta hoon. Bas trust kar.” Usne uski jaangh par haath rakha.
Vaishali ki aankhen neeche gayin. Sharam se pura chehra lal tha. Ungliyan sheet kas rahi thin. “Vikram… main… sharma rahi hoon… yeh… ajeeb lagega…” Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut geeli thi.
“Bol haan,” usne kaha, awaaz soft lekin hukm jaisi. “Mere liye.”
Vaishali ne kuch second socha. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Phir usne dheere se, sharam mein, kaha, “Haan… theek hai… tumhari marzi…”
Vikram muskura diya. “Acchi ladki.”
Woh uske paas hi baitha raha. Usne dheere se uski saree upar uthayi, petticoat side kiya, aur uski panty ke kinare ungliyan daali. Vaishali ki saans tez ho gayi. Vikram ne panty dheere dheere neeche khainchi—pehle hips se, phir thighs se, phir poori utaar ke side rakh di. Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Sharam aa rahi thi ki woh ab neeche se nangi hai aur woh dekh raha hai. Uski chut geeli thi, khuli.
Vikram ne vibrator on kiya—pehle bilkul slow. Halki si gunj. Phir usne woh uski chut pe, clit ke bilkul upar, dheere se rakh diya.
Pehle second mein Vaishali ko sirf thoda sa feel hua. Phir tingles shuru hue. Halki garmi. Ajeeb si pleasure. Uske pet mein soft wave. Usne socha yeh itna strong nahi—aur tabhi vibration thodi si baith gayi clit pe. Uske munh se achanak moan nikal gayi. “Ahh—” Uski chut geeli ho gayi.
Vikram hans diya. “Itni jaldi? Abhi toh slow hai.”
Vaishali ne aankhen kholin, sharminda. “Main… main nahi… ahh… yeh… ajeeb… ahh…”
Vikram bed pe thoda door baith gaya, remote haath mein. Ab uske paas control tha. Woh usse dekh raha tha jaise show dekh raha ho. Usne speed ek level badhayi. Vaishali ka jism bed pe tight ho gaya. Haath sheet pakad liye. Ungliyan kas gayin. “Ahhh… Vikram… yeh… tez… ahh…” Uski chut geeli thi, vibrator pe.
Woh dekh raha tha. Uski biwi bed pe kaanp rahi thi, taangein thodi khuli, vibrator uski geeli hoti chut pe, haath sheet kas’te hue, munh khula, aankhen kabhi band kabhi uski taraf. Uske lund ne shorts mein aur zor maara. Bull andar se jaag raha tha. Usne remote pe ungli pheri, speed aur badhayi.
Vaishali ko samajh nahi aa raha tha kya kare. Woh gasps le rahi thi. Moan nikal rahi thi. Kabhi hips hilate, kabhi ruk’te. Sheet uske mutthi mein mudi ja rahi thi. “Vikram… ruk… please… ahh… zyada ho raha hai… ahhh— main… nahi sambhal pa rahi— ahh—” Uski chut geeli thi, ras nikal raha tha.



Nahi rukunga,” usne seedha kaha. Remote pe ungli. Bull tone. “Tu le. Bas le. Main dekh raha hoon.”
“Ahhh— please— ahh-ahh— Vikram— band kar— ahhh—” Vaishali ki aankhen nam thin. Pleasure itna tez tha ki uske dimaag mein soch nahi ban rahi thi. Sirf tingles, garmi, gasping, aur uski awaaz. Woh left-right hilne lagi bed pe, lekin vibrator chipka raha. “Main… kya karun… ahh… hath… nahi… ahhh—”
Vikram ne kaha, “Taangein khol. Spread kar. Abhi.”
Vaishali sharam se lal thi. Usne ek second delay kiya, phir usne taangein aur khol di. Legs spread. Uski geeli chut ab clear dikh rahi thi, vibrator clit pe chipka, thighs kaanpti hui, sheet pe geele nishan. Vikram ne remote full ke kareeb kar diya aur hans diya. “Haan. Aise. Ab maza aa raha hai.”
“Ahhhhhh—” Vaishali ki moan zor se nikalii. Woh bed pe tight ho gayi, peeth arch, haath sheet faad’te hue. Munh khula. Saans toot rahi thi. “Vikram— ruk— nahi— main— kuch— hone wala hai— ahhhh—” Uski chut geeli thi, ras nikal raha tha.
“Haan. Ab. De. Squirt kar.”
Uska jism toot gaya. Geela pan zor se chhuta—squirt—baar baar pulse, uski thighs aur sheet pe. Woh chillayi. “Ahhhhhh— ahhhh— ahhhh—” Taangein kaanpin. Pet hilaa. Vibrator ki awaaz ab bhi chal rahi thi jab tak Vikram ne band nahi kiya. Uski chut geeli thi, ras sheet pe.
Phir silence. Sirf uski bhaari saans.
Vaishali ne aankhen kholin. Pura chehra sharam se lal tha. Aankhen nam. Munh khula. Woh apne thighs pe geela pan dekh ke aur sharma gayi. Haath se munh dhakne ki koshish ki. “Main… maine… yeh… oh bhagwan… main… sharminda hoon…” Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram uske paas aaya. Uske shorts mein lund itna sakht tha ki dard ho raha tha. Usne uska haath munh se hataya aur usse dekha—hungry, aroused, bull. “Sharminda mat ho. Yeh mast tha. Tu dekh, main kitna hard ho gaya hoon tere liye.”
Usne uska haath le ke apne lund pe rakha—shorts ke upar se. Vaishali ne feel kiya kitna tight hai. Uske gale mein soft awaaz atak gayi. Usne socha, sakht hai.
“Ab main tujhe chodunga,” Vikram ne kaha, awaaz bhaari. “Hard. Tu ready hai?”
Vaishali ab bhi sharminda thi, kaanp rahi thi, lekin usne dheere se sir hilaya. “Haan… karo…” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ne shorts utaare. Lund bahar aaya—mota, sakht, tip geeli. Usne Vaishali ki taangein upar ki, uski squirt se geeli chut pe tip rakhi, aur dheere se pehla inch diya. Phir ek deep dhakka.
“Ahhhh—”
“Itni geeli hai tu,” usne kaha aur chodne laga. Pehle thoda control, phir tez. Hard. Bed hilne laga. Thap thap. Geeli awaaz. “Ahh— ahh— Vikram— ahh—” Uski chut geeli thi, uske lund ko le rahi thi.
Usne uske upar jhuk ke kiss kiya jab woh chod raha tha—jeebh andar, hont chuste hue—phir gardan pe muh rakha. “Bol maza aa raha hai?”
“Haan— ahh— aa raha hai— ahhh— mat ruk—” Vaishali ke nails uski peeth pe the. Sharm ab pleasure ke neeche dabi ja rahi thi. Har dhakka pe uske boobs hilte. Har dhakka pe moan nikal’ti. “Ahh-ahh-ahh—” Uski chut geeli thi, ras nikal raha tha.
Vikram ne uske haath pakad ke sirhane dabaye aur aur gehra choda. Bull mode poora. “Teri chut mujhe kha rahi hai. Squirt ke baad bhi tu itni tight. Bol kiski hai tu.”
“Tumhari— ahh— tumhari— ahhhh—”
Usne usse side se ek taang upar karke aur deep liya. Vaishali ki awaaz toot gayi. “Ahhhh— wahan— haan—” Vikram ki raftaar tez ho gayi. Sweat. Skin. Geeli thap. “Doosri baar aa. Mere lund pe.”



Vaishali phir se hil gayi. “Ahhhhhh—” Uski chut ne lund kas liya. Vikram uske andar jhad gaya—garam, zor se, dhakke pe dhakka—uske andar hi. “Nnh… le… le meri…” Uski chut geeli thi, uske ras se bhari.
Woh uske upar rukaa, saans bhaari. Vaishali uske neeche kaanp rahi thi. Aankhen nam. Chehra ab bhi thoda lal. Sharm aur satisfaction dono. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram ne uske maathe pe kiss kiya. “Aaj yeh naya tha. Tu ne kiya mere liye. Kal main aur maangunga. Aaj ke liye… tu mast thi.”
Vaishali ne dheere se kaha, saans ke beech, “Main… pehli baar… itna… sharma gayi… lekin… ruk nahi paayi… jab tumne remote badhaya…” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram hans diya, usse apne seene se chipkaya. “Isliye toh remote mere paas tha. Soi ja. Tu meri hai.”
Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Jism geela tha. Clit ab bhi sensitve tha. Dil mein sharm thi, lekin us sharm ke saath ek soft sukoon bhi tha—ki aaj usne haan kaha, kiss se lekar toy tak, aur Vikram ne usse sambhala, choda, aur ab pakad ke litaya. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Bahar raat thi.
Andar, pehli baar, unka naya khel shuru ho chuka tha—dheere, dirty, aur uski sharm ke saath.

[Joker44]

Kuch din beet gaye the vibrator wali raat ke baad.
Us raat ke baad Vikram ne ek naya rule bana diya tha. Simple rule, lekin Vaishali ke liye bohot bhari. Usne kaha tha — jab bhi ghar pe koi mehmaan ho, chahe Arjun ho, chahe koi aur, vibrator Vaishali ki chut mein rahega. Quiet mode pe. Aur jab uska man karega, woh remote se use vibrate kar dega. Kitni der, kitna tez — yeh uske haath mein.
Vaishali ne mana kiya tha. Aankhen badi karke, awaaz kaanp ke. “Vikram… yeh nahi… main logon ke saamne… nahi kar sakti… please…” Usne socha, uski chut mein.
Usne suna nahi. Usne uska chin pakda, dheere se hasa, aur kaha, “Tu mere liye karegi. Tu pehle bhi sharma rahi thi. Phir maza aaya. Yeh bhi aayega. Main control rakhunga. Bas tu chup rehna.” Usne uski jaangh par haath rakha.
Woh din se yeh roz ho raha tha. Kabhi subah chai peete hue jab koi neighbour aa jata. Kabhi shaam ko TV pe. Kabhi jab Arjun phone pe baat kar raha hota door pe. Remote Vikram ki pocket mein rehta. Uske ungliyon pe. Aur jab woh dabata, Vaishali ki saans atak jati. Zanon mein tingle, clit pe buzz, pet ke neeche garmi. Kabhi uske ghutne kamzor pad jate. Kabhi usse lagta pee nikal jayegi. Woh ladkhada jati, plate chhod deti, kitchen ki sink pakad leti. Aur Vikram has deta — dheemi awaaz mein, jaise koi private joke. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Aaj Arjun aaya tha.
Vikram ne khud call kiya tha. “Arre bhai, aaja. Free hai? Game khelenge. Nayi console lagi hai.” Arjun thoda der soch ke aa gaya. College ka pressure tha, lekin Vikram ke ghar aana… yeh ab uske liye ajeeb aur zaroori dono tha. Woh apni maa ko dekhna chahta tha. Chahe “Bhabhi” keh ke. Usne socha, uski moan.
Shaam ka time tha. Hall mein soft light. TV pe racing game chal raha tha. Vikram aur Arjun sofa pe baith ke controllers pakde hue the. Dono has rahe the, gaaliyan de rahe the, score pe lad rahe the. Normal si dosti ki awaaz.
Vaishali unke paas hi baithi thi. Side wali chair pe. Simple cotton saree, pallu theek se. Baal bandhe. Chehre pe halka smile — beta aur yeh ladka saath has rahe hain, yeh dekh ke uske andar thoda sukoon tha. Kitchen se chai ki khushbu aa rahi thi. Usne cup rakhe the tray pe, lekin abhi uth ke laane wali thi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut mein vibrator tha.
Kuch der silence bhi aaya. Game loading ho rahi thi. Controllers neeche. Dono paani pee rahe the.
Tabhi.
Buzz.
Chhoti si, andar ki. Remote Vikram ne pocket mein dabaya — bilkul dheere, low level. Vaishali ki aankhen ek second ke liye badi ho gayin. Uske hont khule. Pet ke neeche sudden vibration. Clit pe seedha. Chut ke andar pink toy hilne laga — dheere, lekin clear. Uski chut geeli ho gayi.
Uske munh se gasps nikal gayi.




“Ahh—”
Arjun ne turant sir ghumaya. “Kya hua, Bhabhi?”
Vikram ne casually remote hata ke controller uthaya, chehra normal. “Kuch nahi yaar. Shayad… khansi aa gayi hogi. Throat kharab hai shayad uska.” Usne Vaishali ki taraf dekha, aankhon mein wohi bull wala halka sa smile. “Hai na, Meera? Paani pi le.” Usne socha, uski chut.
Vaishali ne sir hilaya. Awaaz nahi nikal paayi pehle. Buzz ab bhi andar thi — low, continuous. Uski ungliyan chair ke kinare kas gayin. “Haan… bas… khansi… main… andar jaati hoon thodi der.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Woh uthii. Uthte waqt uske ghutne ek second ke liye kamzor pade. Arjun ne dekha — uska kadam ladkhadaya. Usne socha shayad woh genuinely beemar hai. Vikram ne dekha aur andar se maza aaya. Remote ab bhi low pe tha.
Vaishali bathroom ki taraf nahi gayi. Woh bedroom chali gayi. Door band kiya. Wahan jake usne deewar pakdi. Saans tez thi. Chut mein vibrator hil raha tha — sharam aur pleasure mil ke. “Nnh… Vikram… saale…” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, aankhen band. Uski chut geeli thi.
Buzz low tha, lekin seedha clit pe pad raha tha. Har pulse pe uske pet ke neeche tingles fail rahe the. Uski taangein halki si kaanp rahi thin. Usne apni saree ki fold theek ki, pet pe haath rakha, try kiya ki orgasm na aaye. Kyunki agar abhi aa gaya, toh hall tak awaaz ja sakti thi. Beta bahar tha. Controller ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Aur yahan woh deewar pakde khadi thi, chut geeli, nipples tight, munh dabaye. Usne socha, uski moan.
Usne socha — pehli raat jab Vikram ne toy nikala tha, usne kaha tha never done. Ab yeh uske andar roz rehta tha. Guests ke saamne. Beta ke saamne. Yeh naya rule uske liye jail jaisa tha. Mana kiya tha. Roya bhi thi ek raat. Usne suna nahi. “Tu mere liye karegi,” bas itna. Aur woh kar rahi thi. Usne socha, uski chut.
Kuch minute baad buzz ruk gaya. Remote off. Vaishali ne gehli saans li. Panty bilkul geeli thi. Thoda sa liquid uski jaangh pe bhi feel hua. Toy ab bhi andar tha — rule ke hisaab se nikalna mana tha jab tak Vikram khud na kahe. Woh mirror ke saamne khadi rahi, chehra thoda lal, aankhen nam. Usne lipstick theek ki, pallu set kiya, do gehri saansein liin. Phir usne compose kiya aur wapas hall ki taraf chal di. Jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.



Thodi der baad Vikram bathroom gaya. “Do minute. Nature call.”
Game pause. Arjun sofa pe akela. Vaishali kitchen se chai leke aa rahi thi. Cup rakhte hue uske haath thode kaanp rahe the. Arjun ne yeh dekha.
Woh utha. Vikram bathroom mein tha — door band, pani ki awaaz. Arjun ne awaaz dheemi ki.
“Maa… aap theek ho na?”
Vaishali ruk gayi. Cup tray pe. Aankhen uski aankhon mein. “Haan beta… main theek hoon.” Usne socha, uski chut.
Arjun ka chehra toot sa gaya. Uski awaaz mein bojh tha. “Maa… main… main so sorry. Meri wajah se yeh sab hua. Profile… paisa… yeh shaadi… sab. Main… main itna bada… ganda kaam kiya. Aapko… aapko isme dhakel diya.” Uski aankhen bhar aayin. Woh roya — dheere, kandhe hilte hue, jaise daba ke ro raha ho. “Main… main roz sochta hoon… agar main woh photo nahi lagata… agar main Meera nahi banata… toh aap… aap yahan nahi hoti. Aap ghar pe hoti. Papa ke saath. Mere saath.” Usne socha, uski moan.
Vaishali ka dil bhar aaya. Usne tray side rakhi. Arjun ke paas gayi. Uske sir pe haath rakha — pehle maathe pe, phir baalon mein ungliyan. Beta ab bhi uska beta tha. Chahe duniya use Bhabhi kahe.
“Mat ro, beta,” usne kaha, awaaz soft, toot’ti hui. “Mat ro. Yeh… yeh teri galti akeli nahi thi. Main bhi… main bhi pressure mein aa gayi thi. Paisa… Priya… lawyer… sab. Lekin ab… ab bas mujhe jaldi yahan se nikaal. Main… main yahan reh nahi paungi itne din aur.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Arjun ne aankhen uthayi. “Maa… aap… aap kitna seh rahi ho? Main… main sunta hoon kabhi kabhi… deewar se… awaazein… aur main… main pagal ho jata hoon. Ki main kuch nahi kar paa raha.”
Vaishali ne uske baal sahlaaye. “Sun… main try kar rahi hoon resist karne ki… jitna ho sake. Roz. Har baar. Lekin ab… ab mujhe nahi ho raha. Yeh ladka… sunta hi nahi hai. Main mana karti hoon, woh has deta hai. Main kehti hoon ‘nahi Vikram’, woh kehta hai ‘tu mere liye karegi’. Aur phir… phir mera jism… khud jawab de deta hai. Main… main kya karun, Arjun? Bol… main kya karun?” Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uski chut.
Arjun ne aankhen poonchhin. Usne maa ka haath pakda. Ungliyan kaanp rahi thin. “Maa… main… main koshish karunga. Lawyer… phir se… kuch na kuch. Papa ko bhi bolunga. Bas thoda time. College khatam hone do. Phir… phir main… main aapko nikaalunga. Promise. Main… main aapko yahan nahi chhodunga. Chahe… chahe mujhe kuch bhi karna pade.”
Vaishali ne uske gaal pe haath rakha. Aankhen uski aankhon mein. “Beta… ek baat aur. Main… main sharma rahi hoon tujhse kehne mein… lekin kehna padega. Jo… jo woh karta hai… kabhi kabhi… mera jism… react karta hai. Aur main… main khud se ghin khati hoon. Ki main tumhari maa hoon… aur yeh… yeh sab… toys… rules… logon ke saamne bhi…” Usne awaaz daba li, bathroom ki taraf ek nazar daali. “Lekin main… main ruk nahi paati hamesha. Woh… control… uske paas hai. Remote… uske paas. Samajh raha hai na kya bol rahi hoon? Main… main tujhe detail nahi de sakti. Bas itna samajh — woh sunta nahi. Aur main… main akeli pad gayi hoon uske aage. Bas… jaldi nikaal mujhe. Please.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Arjun ke aansu phir aa gaye. Usne maa ko hug kiya — short, tight, beta wala. Kandhe pe sir. “Maa… main hoon. Main hoon na. Aap… aap strong raho. Main… main plan sochunga. Is hafte hi Papa se milunga. Bas… abhi Vikram ke saamne… normal dikhao. Please. Woh… woh shak karega warna.”
Vaishali ne uska peeth sahlaaya. “Haan. Normal. Main… try karti hoon. Tu mat ro ab. Teri maa abhi bhi teri maa hai. Chahe… chahe naam kuch bhi pad gaya ho.” Usne socha, uski moan.
Arjun ne sir hilaya, aankhen poonchhin, thoda distance banaya. “Haan Maa. Main… main theek hoon. Aap bhi… theek dikhao ab.”
Tabhi bathroom ka flush sunai diya. Door khula. Vikram nikal ke aaya, haath poonchte hue. Usne dono ko paas dekha — Arjun ke haath maa ke kandhe pe, Vaishali ki aankhen thodi nam.
Usne eyebrow uthayi. “Kya baat kar rahe the? Itni serious?”



Vaishali ne turant distance banayi. Smile lagayi — thodi forced. “Kuch nahi. Arjun… uski career ke baare mein bol raha tha. College… job… kya kare, kya nahi. Bas itna.”
Vikram sofa pe baith gaya. Controller uthaya, lekin game pe dhyan nahi diya. Usne Arjun ki taraf dekha, asli interest ke saath. “Tera college next month end hoga na?”
Arjun ne sir hilaya. “Haan… roughly. Finals ke baad.”
“Tu mere office aa ja,” Vikram ne seedha kaha. “Internship dila dunga. Waise bhi mere papa ki hi company hai. Accounts, ops, jo tera field hai — wahan rakh denge. Theek se sab karlega toh… acchi job bhi dila dunga. Permanent. Salary bhi decent. Ghar ke paas hi office hai almost.”
Arjun ki aankhen thodi badi ho gayin. Sach mein? Usne socha tha Vikram sirf hasne-khelne wala hai. Yeh offer… unexpected tha. “Sach mein? Tum… serious ho?”
Vikram has diya. “Are, isme itni kya baat hai. Tu mere ghar ka hai. Mera… saale jaisa hai. Teri bua meri biwi hai. Tere liye itna toh banta hai. Family hai tu. Bas padhai khatam kar, aa ja. Main HR ko bol dunga.” Usne socha, uski chut.
Arjun ke chehre pe asli khushi aa gayi. Tension thodi si peeche hati. “Bhai… thank you. Seriously. Main… main hard work karunga. Promise.”
Vaishali wahan khadi thi. Cup ab thande pad rahe the. Uske andar do cheezin ek saath thin. Ek taraf — woh remote, woh toy, woh roz ka rule, woh sharm, woh helplessness. Doosri taraf — uska beta. Uske bete ki aankhon mein hope. Internship. Job. Vikram ke papa ki company. Beta khush. Beta set. Beta… thoda safe feel kar raha hai. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Usne dheere se smile ki. Aankhen nam thin, lekin is baar alag nam. Grateful. Scared. Mixed. Usne socha — agar Arjun khush reh sakta hai… agar uska future thoda set ho sakta hai… toh shayad yeh dard… yeh sharm… thodi der aur jheli ja sakti hai. Jab tak beta nikaal sake. Jab tak koi rasta nikle.
Vikram ne uski taraf dekha. “Meera, chai thandi ho jayegi. Aur… baith na. Game resume karte hain. Arjun, ready?”
“Haan,” Arjun bola, awaaz mein ab halki energy thi.
Vaishali ne chai ke cups unke saamne rakhe. Baithte hue uske andar phir se soft reminder tha — toy ab bhi andar hai. Quiet. Waiting. Remote Vikram ki jeans ki pocket mein. Kabhi bhi. Kisi bhi second. Usne socha, uski chut.
Woh chair pe baithi. Pallu theek kiya. Beta has raha tha TV pe. Vikram score pe chillata. Normal ghar. Normal shaam.
Bas andar, uski chut mein ek chhupa hua secret tha. Aur uske dil mein ek aur — ki woh apne bete ke liye ab bhi lad rahi hai, chahe uska jism har roz Vikram ke rules pe jhuk jaye. Usne socha, uski moan.
Game shuru hua. Controllers ki awaaz. Hasna. Gaaliyan.
Vaishali ne cup uthaya. Haath ab stable the. Aankhen TV pe thin, lekin dimaag mein Arjun ka roya hua chehra aur Vikram ka “saale jaisa” wala jumla dono ghum rahe the.
Beta khush hai, usne dil mein kaha. Bas itna kaafi hai aaj ke liye. Kal… kal main phir try karungi rukne ki. Aur agar nahi ruki… toh kam se kam uska future rukna nahi chahiye. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ne pocket mein haath daala. Remote ke kinare ungli rakhi. Usne Vaishali ki taraf ek nazar daali — soft, hungry, possess. Phir remote nahi dabaya. Aaj nahi. Abhi nahi. Beta khush tha. Biwi grateful dikh rahi thi. Usne socha — raat ko. Door band. Tab. Usne socha, uski chut.
Usne controller uthaya. “Chal Arjun, ab teri haar fix hai.”
Arjun has diya. “Dekhte hain bhai.”
Vaishali ne aankhen neeche ki. Smile rakhi. Andar toy tha. Bahar beta tha. Aur beech mein woh thi — maa, bhabhi, Meera, Vaishali — sab ek saath, ek chair pe, chai ka cup haath mein, aur ek aisi zindagi mein jisme har buzz ke baad bhi usse beta ki khushi sambhalni padti thi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uski chut.
Shaam dheere dheere raat mein badal rahi thi.
Hall mein game chal raha tha.
Aur Vaishali ke liye, pehli baar us din, sharm ke saath ek soft si hope bhi baithi thi — ki shayad beta nikal jayega is jaal se, chahe woh khud abhi thodi der aur isme rehna pade. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Aur remote Vikram ki pocket mein tha.

Raat ho chuki thi.
Arjun ja chuka tha. Hall shant tha. Vaishali bedroom mein baithi thi aur soch rahi thi. Aaj uske dil mein dukh nahi tha. Khushi thi. Arjun ko internship milne wali thi. Vikram ke papa ki company mein. Beta khush tha. Ghar ki paise wali tension bhi thodi kam ho sakti thi. Aur yeh sab Vikram ne kiya tha. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vaishali ne haath jod ke socha. Main uska thank you kaise karun. Usse flowers nahi chahiye. Usse sweet words bhi kam chahiye. Usse ek hi cheez chahiye. Mera body. Main yeh jaanti hoon. Roz jaanti hoon. Remote, toy, rules, sab usi taraf jaate hain. Toh aaj main khud usse khush karungi. Apni marzi se. Arjun ke liye. Thank you ke liye. Usne socha, uski moan.
Usne phone uthaya. Internet khola. Dheere dheere search kiya. Seductive dress. Golden outfit. Two piece. Lap dance. Couples night.
Jo photos aayi unhe dekh ke uska chehra sharam se lal ho gaya. Pet dikh raha tha. Navel dikh rahi thi. Thighs bahar the. Deep neck tha. Usne screen band ki, phir dobara kholi. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Usne yaad kiya ki shaadi ke baad usne aise kapde kabhi nahi pehne. Bedroom mein woh soft thi. Kiss karti thi. Touch karti thi. Soft moan karti thi. Lekin aisa dance, aisa open dress, aisa seedha seduction, yeh sab usne kabhi nahi kiya. Usne socha, uski moan.
Closet mein ek box pada tha. Vikram ne shopping mein laaya tha. Golden two-piece. Tag ab bhi laga tha. Usne pehna hi nahi tha. Usne box nikala. Kapda haath mein liya. Top chhota tha. Deep neck tha. Peeche almost khula tha. Bottom short tha. Sides pe lace thi. Saath mein ek patli golden belly chain thi jo navel pe let’ti thi.
Vaishali ne dil mein kaha, Aaj pehnungi. Aaj uske liye pehnungi. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram bedroom ki taraf aaya. Handle dabaya. Door band tha. Lock laga tha.
“Meera, door kholo. Mujhe sona hai.”
Andar Vaishali makeup kar rahi thi. Usne soft awaaz mein kaha, “Wait karo… please.”
Vikram ne poocha, “Kya hua? Itni der se kya kar rahi hai?”
Vaishali door ke paas gayi. Usne bilkul meethi awaaz mein kaha, “Please… mere liye. Thodi der wait karo na.”
Vikram bahar ruk gaya. Usse uski awaaz bahut pasand aayi. Roz aisi soft request nahi aati thi. Usne has ke kaha, “Theek hai meri jaan. Main wait karunga. Bas zyada late mat kar.”
Woh hall mein sofa pe baith gaya. Phone nikal liya. Dil mein sochne laga ki aaj yeh alag behave kar rahi hai. Aaj yeh khud wait maang rahi hai. Usne socha, uski chut.
Andar Vaishali ne makeup kiya. Aankhon pe halka smoky color. Honton pe dark glossy lipstick. Baal khole chhod diye. Phir usne golden two-piece pehna. Top ne uske boobs ko upar kiya. Cleavage clear dikh rahi thi. Pet bilkul khula tha. Belly chain navel pe leti thi aur light padte hi chamak rahi thi. Bottom uski hips aur thighs dikha raha tha.
Woh aaine ke saamne khadi rahi. Dil tez dhadak raha tha. Sharam aa rahi thi. Excitement bhi aa raha tha. Usne dheere se kaha, “Main aaj yeh sab pehli baar kar rahi hoon.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Usne light dim kar di. Sirf bedside lamp on rakhi. Phone pe slow music chala di. Ek gehri saans li. Door ka lock khola.
Dheere se door khola.
Vikram uth ke aaya. Usne Vaishali ko dekha aur wahin ruk gaya.



Woh uske saamne golden two-piece mein khadi thi. Pet nanga tha. Navel pe chain chamak rahi thi. Baal khule the. Hont glossy the. Aankhen thodi sharma rahi thin, lekin andar se tayyar thin. Light uske shoulders, cleavage, kamar aur hips pe soft pad rahi thi. Top ke peeche nipples thode mark kar rahe the. Taangein lambi dikh rahi thin. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram ka lund turant sakht ho gaya. Jeans tight ho gayi. Woh shocked tha. Usne kaha, “Tum… yeh kya… Meera… yeh kya pehna hai?”
Vaishali ne pehle aankhen neeche ki, phir uthayi. Soft awaaz mein boli, “Mujhe tumhe thank you bolna tha. Arjun ke liye. Uski job aur internship ke liye. Usse ghar ki problem thodi kam ho jayegi. Tumne uske liye yeh kiya. Woh… ghar ka hai. Family jaisa. Isliye aaj main… yeh sab kar rahi hoon.” Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram kuch bolne wala tha. Vaishali ne ungli apne honton pe rakhi. “Kuch mat kaho. Bas abhi tak chup raho. Please. Baith jao.”
Usne bedroom ke beech mein chair khinchi. Dim light thi. Music chal rahi thi. Vikram baith gaya. Uske jeans mein lund already hard tha. Aankhen uspe atki thin.
Vaishali uske aage aayi. Pehle door ke paas ruki. Phir dheere uske taraf chali. Hips music ke saath hil rahi thin. Uske haath thode kaanp rahe the, lekin woh ruki nahi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Woh uske aas paas ghumne lagi. Kabhi peeche, kabhi saamne. Uske kandhe ke paas jhuki. Baal uske face pe touche hue. Phir woh door hat gayi. Vikram ka haath uthne laga. Usne dheere se hata diya aur kaha, “Abhi nahi.”
Phir lap dance shuru hui.
Vaishali Vikram ki godi ke bilkul kareeb aayi. Usne kamar slow circle mein hilayi. Pet uske face ke saamne tha. Belly chain chamak rahi thi. Navel uski aankhon ke saamne thi. Usne haath peeche baalon mein daale. Chest aage kiya. Hips left right ghumayi. Usne socha, uski chut.
Phir woh ghumi aur peeth uski taraf kar di. Hips neeche jhukayi. Short bottom aur tight ho gaya. Ass uske face ke level pe aa gayi. Vikram ne saans rok li aur kaha, “Fuck… Meera…”
Vaishali ne music ke saath move kiya. Haath upar kiye. Baal peeche kiye. Boobs top mein hilne lage. Phir woh uski godi pe almost baith gayi, lekin poora weight nahi diya. Sirf thighs uski jeans pe thin. Kamar aage peeche hil rahi thi. Slow grind. Soft moan nikalii. “Mm…” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ka lund uske bottom ke neeche hil raha tha. Sakht tha. Garam tha. Usne uski kamar pakadni chaahi. Vaishali ne uska haath hataaya. Shy si hasi ke saath boli, “Touch mat… abhi. Pehle dekhte raho.” Phir usne uske kaan ke paas muh rakha. Hont se kaan chhua. Jeebh se halka geela kiya. Soft kiss diya. “Thank you… aaj ke liye.”
Vikram ki saans bhaari ho gayi. “Meera… tu pagal kar degi.”
Usne uski gardan pe kiss kiya. Soft. Geela. Slow. Neeche se upar. Pulse pe jeebh feri. Collarbone pe halka kaata. Phir dobara kaan pe aayi. “Love…” yeh word uske munh se sharm ke saath nikla. Ajeeb laga, lekin aaj nikal gaya. Phir woh uske honton ke bilkul kareeb aayi aur ruk gayi. Kiss nahi diya. Sirf saans. Sirf tease. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne phir touch kiya. Haath uski waist pe gaya. Pet pe gaya. Belly chain pe ungli feri. Navel ke aas paas ghumayi. Vaishali dheere se uth ke khadi ho gayi. Woh uske haath se door ghumi. Chair ke peeche gayi. Side gayi. Saamne aayi. Baal hil rahe the. Chain chamak rahi thi. Phir woh wapas aayi. Godi pe baithi. Grind aur gehra kiya. Boobs uske seene pe almost lage. Nipples top ke through feel ho rahe the. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Usne uske kaan mein soft awaaz mein kaha, “Ab… dheere dheere kholna. Ek ek karke. Main nachungi. Tum khologe.”
Vikram ki aankhen chamak gayin. Bull wala smile aa gaya. “Ab baat bani.”
Vaishali uske saamne khadi rahi. Music pe hips hilati rahi. Vikram ne pehle uske top ke peeche ke thin strap ko ungli se pakda. Dheere khola. Ek strap kandhe se gira. Vaishali ne soft moan diya. “Mm…” Doosra strap bhi khola. Top neeche slide hua, lekin usne haath se boobs pe pakad liya. Abhi poora nahi. Tease. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram ne kaha, “Hath hata. Mujhe dikha.”
Vaishali sharma gayi. Chehra lal tha. Phir usne haath hataye. Top neeche gir gaya. Boobs free ho gaye. Nipples tight the. Light unpe pad rahi thi. Belly chain navel pe thi. Vikram ne muh khol ke dekha. “Itni sexy… meri Meera…”
Usne uske boobs haath mein liye. Nipples ungliyon se dabaye. Phir muh laga ke chusa. Pehle left. Phir right. Jeebh se ghumaya. Vaishali ki kamar hilti rahi uski godi pe. “Ahh… Vikram… dheere… ahh…” Usne socha, uski moan.
Dance rukii nahi. Woh uspe baith ke grind karti rahi jab woh uske boobs chus raha tha. Bottom ab bhi pehna tha. Geela ho chuka tha.
Phir Vikram ne uske bottom ke sides pe haath rakha. “Ab yeh.”
Vaishali ne sir hilaya. “Haan… tum hatao.”



Usne lace sides dheere khole. Bottom uski thighs pe slide hua. Phir neeche gir gaya. Ab Vaishali uski godi pe nangi thi. Sirf belly chain. Chut geeli chamak rahi thi. Thighs soft. Vikram ne ungli se uski chut touch ki. Geeli. Garam. Vaishali kaanp gayi. “Ahh—” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
“Itni gili ho gayi nachte nachte,” Vikram ne kaha. Power awaaz. “Thank you itna bada hai kya?”
Vaishali ne aankhen neeche ki. Soft boli, “Tumhe… yahi chahiye hota hai. Isliye…”
Vikram ne uska chin uthaya. “Achha kiya. Ab mera nikal.”
Vaishali ne uski jeans ki button kholi. Zipper dheere neeche kiya. Underwear ke upar lund sakht tha. Usne palm se upar se dabaya. Vikram ki saans atak gayi. Phir usne underwear neeche kiya. Lund bahar aaya. Lamba. Sakht. Veins clear. Tip pe pehle se precum. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vaishali ne use haath mein liya. Soft muh se “Wow…” nikal gaya. Usne dheere upar neeche kiya. Sirf tease. Thumb tip pe ghumaya. Precum ungli pe laga. Usne aankhen uthake Vikram ko dekha aur usi ungli pe jeebh feri. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne gaali di, awaaz dheemi. “Fuck… Meera… aise mat kar warna main control nahi rakhunga.”
Vaishali godi pe se utri. Knees pe baith gayi uske beech. Music ab bhi chal rahi thi. Usne lund ko face ke kareeb laaya. Hont tip pe touch kiye. Soft kiss. Phir jeebh nikaal ke tip pe slow lick kiya. Chakkar. Neeche vein pe. Phir wapas tip. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ka haath uske baalon mein gaya. “Haan… aise… meri biwi…”
Vaishali ne muh khola aur tip andar li. Soft. Garam. Phir dheere aur andar. Cheek hollow. Upar neeche. Smack. Geeli awaaz. Kabhi sirf tip. Kabhi zyada gehra. Uske haath se base pakda. Doosre haath se balls soft dabaye. Dance wala feel ab bhi tha — woh kabhi sidha jhuk’ti, kabhi hips peeche hilati, jaise ab bhi nach rahi ho, lekin ab uske lund pe muh laga ke. Usne socha, uski moan.
“Ahh… Meera… teri jeebh… haan… suck… aise…”
Usne jeebh tip ke neeche ghumayi. Phir deep liya jab tak gale ke kareeb gaya. Aankhen pani aa gayin. Sharam thi. Lekin usne rukna nahi chaha. Thank you dirty ho chuka tha, aur usse pata tha Vikram yahi chahta hai. Power. Control. Uska muh uske lund pe. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram ne halka dhakka diya. Bull mode. “Aur le… haan… meri randi ban ke suck kar… aaj tu khud aayi hai…”



Vaishali ki aankhen uthin. Sharam se lal. Lekin muh nahi hataya. Usne aur tez chusa. Thook geela. Haath upar neeche. Moan uske lund pe vibrate ho rahi thi. “Mm… mm…” Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne uska baal kas ke pakda, lekin nahi jhada. Usne kaha, “Bas. Ab upar aa. Ab ride kar. Khud. Apni marzi se. Dikha thank you.”
Vaishali uthii. Hont geele the. Laal. Thook ki line chin pe thi. Woh uski godi pe wapas aayi. Lund seedha uski chut ke neeche. Usne tip ko slit pe ragda. Clit pe. Geela sound. Vikram ki jaw tight ho gayi. “Andar… ab…” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Usne dheere se baithna shuru kiya. Tip pehle andar gayi. “Ahhh—” Phir aur. Full. Tight. Garam. Dono ki awaaz nikalii. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayin. Pet bhar sa laga. Belly chain hil rahi thi.
Phir woh ride karne lagi.
Pehle slow. Upar neeche. Circle. Boobs uske face ke saamne hil rahe the. Vikram ne nipples chuse jab woh upar neeche ho rahi thi. “Ahh… Vikram… ahh… haan…” Usne socha, uski moan.
Usne uski kamar pakdi. “Tez. Mujhe maza de. Tu nach sakti hai toh chod bhi sakti hai.”
Vaishali tez hui. Thap thap. Geeli awaaz. Chair halki hilne lagi. Uske thighs kaam kar rahe the. Chut lund ko kas ke pakad rahi thi. Har baar jab woh neeche baith’ti, moan nikal’ti. “Ahh-ahh-ahh—” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ne uske ass pe thappad maara. Soft pehle. Phir thoda tez. “Haan… meri Meera… aise… tu meri hai… bol…”
“Tumhari… ahh… tumhari… ahhhh—”
Usne usse kiss kiya ride ke beech. Jeebh andar. Hont chuste hue. Phir gardan. Phir kaan. “Thank you… ahh… Arjun ke liye… ahh… tumhare liye…” Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram hasa, awaaz bhaari. “Arjun ke liye itna bada thank you. Acchi biwi hai tu. Ab jhad mere lund pe.”
Vaishali ki raftaar badh gayi. Clit har dhakke pe ragad rahi thi. Pet mein garmi fail rahi thi. “Main… aa rahi hoon… Vikram… ahhhh—”
Woh hil gayi. Pure body se. Chut ne lund zor se kas liya. Moan lambi nikalii. “Ahhhhhh—” Legs kaanp rahe the. Nails uske shoulders pe. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram ne usse chipkaya aur neeche se dhakke diye. “Le… ab main… nnh—” Woh uske andar jhada. Garam. Zor se. Pulse pulse. “Meera… meri… le sab…” Usne socha, uski moan.
Vaishali uske upar kaanp rahi thi. Saans toot rahi thi. Andar bhar sa feel. Sharam aur pleasure dono.
Thodi der baad Vikram ne usse uthaya aur bed pe litaya. Lund ab bhi half hard tha. Usne uski taangein failayi. “Ab main. Power mera.”




Usne uske upar se choda. Deep. Hard. Bed hilne laga. Belly chain har dhakke pe chamakti. Vaishali ke boobs hil rahe the. “Ahh— ahh— Vikram— dheere— nahi— tez— ahhh—” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
“Bol pasand aa raha hai?”
“Haan— ahh— aa raha hai— mat ruk—”
Usne ek taang upar ki. Aur gehra gaya. Geeli thap. Skin. Sweat. “Teri chut aaj khud nach ke aayi. Ab main isse todunga. Samjhi?”
“Haan— ahh— samjhi— ahhhh—” Usne socha, uski moan.
Doosri baar Vaishali close aayi. Usne sheet kas li. “Main… phir… ahhhh—” Woh dobara hil gayi. Is baar zor se. Aankhon se pani. Vikram uske andar hi tez hua aur phir se jhada — kam, lekin garam — uske naam pe. “Meera…” Usne socha, uski chut.
Baad mein dono bed pe pade. Saans bhaari. Vaishali ke baal uske seene pe the. Belly chain ab bhi navel pe thi. Makeup bigad gaya tha. Hont soojhe the. Thighs geele the. Chut sensitve thi. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne uske maathe pe kiss kiya. “Aaj tu khud aayi. Dance. Muh. Ride. Yeh main nahi bhoolunga. Tu jab chahe thank you aise dena.”
Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Dil mein Arjun ki smile thi. Jism pe Vikram ka weight tha. Usne dheere kaha, “Bas Arjun khush rahe. Itna kaafi tha mere liye aaj.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.



Vikram hasa aur usse apne seene se chipkaya. “Arjun khush rahega. Woh mera saale jaisa hai. Aur tu raat ko aise hi mujhe khush karti reh. Golden mein. Muh se. Ride se. Samjhi?”
Vaishali ne dheere se “Hmm” kaha. Sharam thi. Sukoon bhi tha. Body thak gaya tha. Aur ek clear baat thi. Aaj usne resist nahi kiya. Aaj usne diya. Kapde khulwaye. Lund nikala. Chusa. Ride kiya. Thank you ke naam pe. Apni marzi se. Lekin power phir bhi Vikram ke paas hi tha. Usne socha, uski moan.
Bahar raat thi.
Andar golden kapde farsh pe pade the. Music ab bhi dheemi chal rahi thi. Chair thodi hati hui thi. Aur Vaishali pehli baar clearly feel kar rahi thi ki jab aadmi Vikram ho, toh grateful hona bhi body se, muh se, aur ride se guzar’ta hai. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Aur remote ab bhi kahin tha.

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"Thank you" wali raat ko kuch din beet chuke the, par flat mein uski garmi abhi tak kahin deewaron mein chhupi hui si lagti thi. Us subah balcony ki jaali se dhoop tirchhi ho kar andar aa rahi thi aur farsh par chhote-chhote sunehre chaukor bana rahi thi. Kitchen mein adrak wali chai ubal rahi thi, aur uski khushboo dheere-dheere poore ghar mein phail chuki thi. Vaishali ne apni hari cotton saree ka pallu kamar mein khonsa hua tha, baal ek dheele se jooday mein bandhe the jinmein se do-teen geeli latein gardan par chipki hui thi, aur maang mein subah ka taaza sindoor itna laal chamak raha tha jaise abhi-abhi kisi ne bhara ho. Haan, bhara bhi toh tha, aaine ke saamne, ek aise aadmi ke naam par jise woh do mahine pehle jaanti tak nahi thi. Uski jaanghon ke beech ab bhi kal raat ki dheemi si geelapan yaad aa rahi thi, aur blouse ke neeche nipples thode tight the, jaise jism ab bhi us raat ko yaad rakh raha ho.

Usne do cup tray mein rakhe aur dining table tak aayi hi thi ki Vikram ne peeche se aakar uski kamar mein haath daala aur use ek jhatke mein apni god mein kheench kar bitha liya. Tray hila, chai cup ke kinaare tak chhalak aayi. Uske seene par Vikram ka garam haath pada, aur usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut mein ek dheemi si geelapan aa gayi.

"Vikram… chai gir jaayegi," usne dheemi aawaz mein kaha, lekin uthne ki koi koshish nahi ki. Uski jaangh ke neeche Vikram ki sakht, garam jaangh thi, aur peeth par uske chaude seene ki dhadkan. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uska lund shorts mein thoda sakht ho raha hai, uski gaand se takra raha hai.

"Girne de," Vikram ne uske kaan ke bilkul paas muskura kar kaha, aur uski gardan par, jahan geeli lat chipki thi, ek halka sa chumban chhod diya. Uski jeebh se halka geela chhua. "Meri Meera ke haath ki chai se zyada meethi toh Meera khud hai."

Vaishali ke gaal laal ho gaye. Usne uska haath apni kamar se halke se hataya, uthi, pallu theek kiya aur saamne wali kursi par baith gayi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Vikram ne cup uthaya, ek lamba ghoont liya, aankhein band karke "aah" kiya, aur phir achanak bilkul seedhe, saaf shabdon mein bola, "Sun jaan. Parson festival hai. Is baar tu mere ghar aayegi. Proper tarike se. Shaadi ke baad pehli baar. Maa bhi wait kar rahi hai, aur poori family bhi. Festival ke din ghar ki bahu ghar par hi honi chahiye."

Vaishali ke haath mein pakda cup hothon tak pahunchne se pehle hi wahin hawa mein ruk gaya. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Usne kuch nahi kaha. Bas chupchap use dekhti rahi, aur uska dil achanak itni tezi se dhadakne laga ki use laga Vikram bhi woh aawaz table ke us paar se sun lega. Uski aankhon ke saamne ek-ek karke tasveerein ghoomne lagi. Woh bada sa shandar bungalow, oonche lohe ke gate, sangmarmar ki seedhiyan. Saas ki woh tez, sab kuch naapne wali nazrein. Aur dher saare rishtedaar, jo har cheez ko gaur se dekhte hain aur phir rasoi ke kone mein khade ho kar dheere se phusphusaate hain. Wahi ghar jahan woh sirf ek baar gayi thi, shaadi ke waqt, maroon joday mein, poori tarah darr ke saaye mein lipti hui, register ke panne aur pandit ke mantron ke beech saans tak rok kar. Uske baad kabhi wapas nahi gayi thi. Aur ab use wahan "Meera Deshmukh" ban kar jaana tha. Mehmaan nahi, bahu. Ek asli bahu ki tarah, jiske har kadam, har nivaale, har muskaan par nazar rakhi jaayegi. Usne socha, uski chut. Usne socha, raat ko.

"Kya hua? Chup kyun ho gayi?" Vikram ne cup neeche rakh kar poocha.

"Kuch nahi… bas, itne log honge na wahan," usne dheere se kaha, nazrein chai ki satah par tikaaye. "Main theek se sab sambhal paungi ya nahi." Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski nipples tight thin.

"Tu sab sambhal legi. Maa toh pehle se teri deewani hai." Phir usne aise joda jaise koi chhoti si baat ho, "Aur haan, Arjun ko bhi saath le chalte hain. Uske college ki holidays chal rahi hain, aur next month se uski internship bhi shuru hai. Family ke beech rahega toh accha connect banega. Saale jaisa hai mera, akela yahan kya karega?"

Vaishali ke honthon se ek behad halki, kaanpti hui aawaz nikli, "Arjun… bhi?" Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski moan.

"Haan, kyun nahi? Teri hi toh family hai, tere bhai ka beta. Ab woh ghar ka hi hissa hai." Vikram ne beparwaahi se kandhe uchkaaye aur phone uthaa liya. Usne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein wohi possessiveness.

Vaishali ne nazrein cup mein gaada di. Uske andar jaise kuch toot kar bikhar gaya. *Mera beta wahan hoga. Apni aankhon se dekhega ki uski maa kisi aur ghar ki bahu bani ghoom rahi hai… kisi aur ki saas ke pair chhu rahi hai… kisi aur ke naam ka sindoor laga kar sabke saamne muskura rahi hai.* Yeh sochte hi uske pet mein ek bhaari sa dard utha, jaise kisi ne andar se mutthi bheench li ho. Aur uske saath uski chut mein ek dheemi si geelapan aa gayi, bina wajah ke. Flat mein toh phir bhi deewarein thi, darwaze the, ek chhoti si duniya thi jismein woh kabhi-kabhi chupke se "Ma" ban sakti thi. Wahan, us bungalow mein, use poore din, har pal, sirf Meera rehna tha. Aur Arjun ko poore din, har pal, use Bhabhi bolna tha. Usne socha, uski panty. Usne socha, uske haath mein.


Tab tak Vikram number mila chuka tha, aur usne speaker on kar diya tha jaise yeh koi khushi ki baat ho jo sabko sunni chahiye. Ghanti teen baar baji. Phir Ramesh ki thaki hui, neend se bhari aawaz aayi, "Haan… haan Vikram ji, boliye."

"Ramesh ji, namaste! Parson festival hai. Aap aur Priya ji dono aaiye bungalow pe. Family hain aap log, Meera ke apne. Ek din ke liye toh aana banta hai."

Line ke us paar ek lamba sannata raha. Itna lamba ki Vikram ne "Hello? Ramesh ji?" bola. Vaishali ki saans jaise gale mein atak gayi. Woh us khamoshi ko pehchaanti thi. Bees saal se pehchaanti thi. Yeh woh khamoshi thi jo kehna toh bahut kuch chahti thi, par keh kuch nahi paati thi. Use laga woh dekh sakti hai ki Ramesh is waqt kahan khada hoga, neeche wale flat ki chhoti si kitchen mein, ek haath se slab pakde, aankhein band kiye. Aakhir mein Ramesh ne bas itna kaha, "Haan… aa jaayenge." Usne socha, unhone suni hai.

"Badhiya!" Vikram ne kaha aur phone kaat diya. Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya ki uski hatheliyan geeli ho gayi hain. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Priya ko phone kiya toh pehle usne taane maare. "Hum kaun hote hain ab, bade logon ke festival mein? Hum toh gareeb rishtedaar hain." Par Vikram ke do meethe shabd aur "aapke bina adhoora lagega, Priya ji, aap Meera ki sabse kareebi ho" sun kar woh bhi maan gayi. Phone rakhne se pehle uski aawaz mein jo ek halki si hansi thi, woh Vaishali ko bahut der tak chubhti rahi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Phone rakh kar Vikram uthaa, Vaishali ke peeche aaya aur uske kandhon par dono haath rakh kar jhuk gaya. Uski ungliyan dheere-dheere blouse ki kinaar ke paas khisakti hui collarbone ke us kaale til tak pahunchi, jise woh hamesha aise chhoota tha jaise woh uski apni koi nishani ho, koi mohar jo usne khud lagaayi ho. Usne uski gardan par halka sa chumban diya. "Dekh, sab set ho gaya. Ab tu bas tayyari kar. Maa ke saamne meri Meera sabse khoobsurat dikhni chahiye."

Vaishali ne aankhein band kar li. Uske sparsh se badan mein woh jaani-pehchaani si garmi utri, til se shuru ho kar seene tak, phir pet ke neeche tak. Aur saath hi andar ek ajeeb sa gunaah bhi utra, thanda aur bhaari. Usne uska haath pakad kar halke se hataya. "Office ke liye late ho jaoge." Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski nipples tight thin.

Vikram hans pada, uske gaal par ek chumban chhoda aur nikal gaya. Darwaza band hote hi Vaishali wahin baithi rahi, thandi hoti chai ke saamne, bahut der tak, jab tak cup ke upar malaai ki ek patli, jhurriyon wali parat nahi jam gayi. Usne socha, uski chut. Usne socha, Arjun.

Woh poori dopahar ek ajeeb si bechaini mein beeti. Vaishali ne bartan dhoye, jo pehle se saaf the. Farsh pochha, jo kal hi pochha tha. Phir balcony mein kapde tah karte-karte woh achanak ruk gayi aur ek Vikram ki shirt haath mein liye wahin khadi reh gayi, kyunki uske dimaag mein ek aur darr ne sir uthaa liya tha. Yeh darr Arjun wala nahi tha. Yeh alag tha, aur shaayad zyada purana, kyunki yeh har us aurat ka darr tha jo kabhi kisi ke ghar dulhan ban kar gayi ho. Usne socha, uski moan.

Use apni pehli sasural yaad aayi. Bees-baais saal pehle, Ramesh ki maa ka woh chhota sa ghar. Pehle hi din saas ne uske haath ki roti tod kar dekhi thi, "yeh kachchi hai." Ghoonghat ek inch khisak gaya toh nanad ne ishaare se theek karwaya tha. Subah paanch baje uthna, sabse aakhir mein khaana, aur kisi ke saamne zor se hasna ek gunaah. Tab woh bees saal ki thi, bholi thi, sab seekh gayi thi. Par ab? Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

*Ab main bayaalis ki hoon,* usne socha, aur shirt ko itni zor se mutthi mein bheencha ki uspar silvatein pad gayi. *Aur unki nazar mein adtees ki. Aur Vikram atthaais ka.* Das saal ka farak. Das saal badi bahu. Usne kalpana ki ki bungalow ki chachiyan aur bua sofa par baithi, chai ke cup ke peeche se ek doosre ko dekh kar muskura rahi hain. *Itni badi umar ki ladki, aur kabhi shaadi nahi hui? Kuch toh kami hogi. Ladke ko phaansa hai, paisa dekh ke.* Har ek kalpanik shabd uske kaan mein itna saaf goonja ki use laga koi sach mein bol raha hai. Usne socha, uski moan.

Phir rivaazon ki fehrist uske dimaag mein apne aap banne lagi. Saas ke saamne sir dhaka rehna chahiye. Kitna ghoonghat? Pura chehra, ya sirf maang tak? Kya un logon mein ghoonghat ka chalan hai bhi? Usne kabhi poocha hi nahi tha. Shaadi wale din toh woh sirf ek gudiya thi jise utha kar yahan-wahan rakha gaya tha. Pair kis-kis ke chhune hain? Bua ke, chachiyon ke, aur us budhi aurat ke jo shaadi mein kone mein baithi thi? Kya sabse badi chachi pehle, ya bua pehle? Kahin galat order ho gaya toh? Khaana kab parosna hai, kaise parosna hai, kya pehle mardon ko? Aur rasoi. Sabse bada imtihaan. Har ghar mein nayi bahu ki pehli rasoi hoti hai. Kya banaana hoga? Kitne logon ke liye? Agar namak zyada ho gaya, ya halwa jal gaya, toh woh baat saal bhar har shaadi aur har tyohaar mein uthaai jaayegi. *Deshmukh ki bahu ko halwa bhi nahi aata.* Usne socha, uski chut.

Aur saas ki aankhein. Vaishali ko woh aankhein shaadi wale din se yaad thi. Pyaar se bhari, haan, par unke peeche ek taraazu bhi tha, jo chupchap har cheez tol raha tha. Saas usse sirf chaar-paanch saal hi badi thi, aur shaayad isiliye unki nazar aur bhi tez thi, kyunki ek aurat doosri aurat ki umar, uski thakaan, uski aankhon ke neeche ki halki si kaalimaa, sab kuch ek pal mein padh leti hai. *Agar unhone pakad liya ki main adtees ki nahi hoon? Agar kisi ne poochh liya ki Meera tumhara bachpan kahan beeta, tumhare papa kya karte the?* Uske paas jawaab toh the, Arjun aur Ramesh ne ratwaaye the, par jhooth ki har eent ke neeche ek darar hoti hai. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Usne shirt tah karke rakh di, aur balcony ki railing pakad kar neeche society ke aangan ko dekhti rahi. Neeche baccha cycle chala raha tha. Kisi ki maa use aawaz de rahi thi. *Main bhi kabhi kisi ko aise aawaz deti thi,* usne socha. *Arjun… khaana kha le.* Aur ab woh usi Arjun ko, ek pure parivaar ke saamne, apni sasural ki dehleez par, "Bhabhi" kehte hue sunegi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.


Agli raat Vaishali bedroom mein almirah khole khadi thi. Bed par sarees ka dher laga tha — gehri maroon silk, hari Banarasi, ek simple peach cotton-silk, ek cream rang ki, aur kuch halki chiffon. Har saree woh uthaati, aaine ke saamne apne kandhe par lagaati, ek baar seedha dekhti, ek baar tirchha, aur phir wapas rakh deti. Usne socha, uski moan.

*Bahu ko kya pehenna chahiye?* Maroon bahut bhaari thi, shaadi ki yaad dilaati thi, aur use maroon se ab darr lagta tha. Chiffon bahut halki thi, bahut "modern", aur use chachiyon ki bhauhein upar uthti hui dikh gayi. Cream sundar thi, par festival par cream? Kisi ne ise saada samjha toh? *Kitna dhakna chahiye? Kitna sajna chahiye? Agar zyada saji toh kahenge naye ghar mein dikhaawa kar rahi hai. Kam saji toh kahenge Vikram ki biwi ko pehenna nahi aata.* Bees saal pehle jab woh Ramesh ki dulhan ban kar aayi thi, tab kisi ne itna poocha bhi nahi tha. Tab bas jo maa ne baksa bhar diya, wahi pehen liya. Usne socha, uski chut.

Aakhir usne hari Banarasi ko alag kiya. *Safar ke din yahi. Gehri hari, sone ki zari, festival ka rang. Koi ungli nahi utha sakta.* Phir peach wali saree ko alag rakh diya. *Yeh pehli rasoi ke liye theek rahegi, simple aur saaf.* Uske saath do aur sarees, apna mangalsutra ka dabba, sindoor ki dibiya, chudiyon ka laal-hara set, chandi ki payal, aur ek chhota sa makeup pouch. Usne socha, uski moan.

Vikram gym gaya hua tha. Flat mein sirf AC ki halki si aawaz thi aur bahar kahin door kisi ke ghar se aate pataakhon ki pehli, jaldbaaz aawazein. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.

Tabhi darwaze par halki si dastak hui. Vaishali ne mud kar dekha. Arjun khada tha, haath mein ek chhota sa bag, jaise khud bhi pack karke aaya ho aur ab samajh na pa raha ho ki aage kya kahe. Uski T-shirt par college ka faded logo tha, wahi jo usne pichhle saal Vaishali ke saath market jaa kar khareedi thi. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Vaishali ne aankhen uthayi. Ek second ke liye unki nazar mili, aur phir tut gayi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar. Aur uski chut mein ek dheemi si geelapan aa gayi, bina wajah ke.




"Andar aa jaa," usne dheere se kaha. Vikram ki gair-maujoodgi mein hi woh "beta" wali aawaz mein baat kar paati thi, aur woh aawaz ab uske apne kaanon ko bhi ajeeb lagti thi, jaise kisi purani almirah se nikla hua kapda. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.

Arjun andar aaya aur bed ke kinaare saree ke dher ke paas khada ho gaya. Uski nazar hari Banarasi par padi, phir peach saree par, phir maa ke chehre par. Kuch pal dono chup rahe. Pankha ghoomta raha. Phir usne bahut halke se poocha, "Aap theek ho?" Usne socha, uski moan.

Is ek sawaal ne Vaishali ke andar kuch hila diya. Pichhle kai hafton mein kisi ne yeh sawaal nahi poocha tha. Vikram poochta tha "khush hai na?", saas phone par poochti thi "khaana khaaya?", par "theek ho" kisi ne nahi poocha tha. Usne ek fiki si muskaan di. "Main theek hoon beta. Tu chinta mat kar." Usne socha, uski chut.

"Wahan… sab log honge," Arjun ne nazrein jhuka kar kaha. "Aapko… kuch bhi karna pade, main…" Woh baat poori nahi kar paaya. Uska gala atak gaya, aur usne bag ki strap ko ungliyon mein lapet liya. Usne socha, usne dekha.

Vaishali ne aage badh kar uske baalon mein haath phera, bilkul waise hi jaise woh bachpan mein karti thi jab woh exam se pehle darta tha. "Sun. Wahan main teri bua hoon, tere papa ki behen, Meera. Sab ke saamne mujhe 'Bhabhi' bolna, Vikram ki wajah se, jaise ab tak bolta aaya hai. Bhool ke bhi 'Ma' mat bolna, samjha? Ek galti, aur sab khatam. Tu, main, tere papa, sab." Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Arjun ne sir hilaaya. Uski aankhon mein ek dard tha jise woh chhupa nahi paa raha tha. "Pata hai."

"Aur wahan agar koi kuch bole… meri umar ko leke, ya kuch bhi… tu chup rehna. Gussa mat karna. Main sambhal lungi."

"Aap kab tak sambhalogi?" uske munh se nikal gaya, aur foran usne honth bheench liye. Usne socha, uski panty.

Vaishali ne jawaab nahi diya. Bas uske gaal par ek pal hatheli rakhi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski nipples tight thin.

Neeche lift ki aawaz aayi. Dono ek jhatke se door ho gaye. Arjun bina kuch kahe bahar nikal gaya, aur Vaishali ne jaldi se pallu se aankhon ke kone pochhe aur sarees tah karni shuru kar di. Jab Vikram pasine mein bheega andar aaya, T-shirt seene se chipki hui, aur bed par saree ka dher dekh kar bola, "Arre waah, meri bahu toh full tayyari mein hai," toh usne ek bilkul normal si muskaan ke saath jawab diya, "Aapki maa ke ghar ja rahi hoon, tayyari toh karni padegi." Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Vikram ne hari Banarasi uthaayi, use dekha, aur aankh maari. "Yeh. Kal yahi pehenna. Hare mein tu ekdam patakha lagti hai." Usne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein possessiveness.

"Chhee, kaisi bhasha hai," usne saree uske haath se chheen li, par uske honthon ke kone hil gaye. Usne socha, uski moan.


Us raat Vikram jaldi so gaya. Gym ki thakaan thi, aur kal subah drive bhi karni thi. Uska bhaari haath neend mein uski kamar par aa kar tik gaya, jaise roz tikta tha. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uska lund uski gaand se takra raha hai.

Vaishali chhat ko taakti rahi. Pankhe ke teen pankh, ek ke baad ek, ek ke baad ek. Deewar ke us paar, apne puraane flat mein, Ramesh shaayad jaag raha hoga. Aur yahan, is flat ke doosre kamre mein, Arjun. *Woh bhi so nahi raha hoga.* Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.

Usne man hi man kal ka din ek-ek pal mein jee kar dekha. Gate. Aarti. Pair chhoona. Sab ki nazrein. Kahin ek pal ko bhi woh Vaishali ban gayi, ek pal ko bhi uske chehre par woh purani thakaan aa gayi, toh? Aur phir, sabse aakhir mein, ek aur khayal aaya jisne use chaunka diya. Kal pehli baar Arjun use poore saaj-singaar mein, kisi aur ki dulhan ki tarah, sasural jaate hue dekhega. Shaadi wale din woh bhaagdaud mein tha, darr mein tha. Kal woh aaraam se, din ki roshni mein, use dekhega. Usne socha, uski moan.

*Woh mujhe kaise dekhega?*

Teen baje tak uski aankh nahi lagi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.


Subah paanch baje alarm se pehle hi uski aankh khul gayi. Vikram ab bhi so raha tha, chehra takiye mein dhansa hua. Vaishali ne chupchap uska haath hataya aur bathroom mein chali gayi. Usne socha, uski chut.

Garam paani der tak uske kandhon par girta raha. Usne baalon mein shikakai lagaayi, jo uski maa lagaati thi, aur phir ubtan, jo Vikram ki saas ne shaadi ke waqt bheja tha aur jo abhi tak bacha hua tha. Haldi aur chandan ki halki khushboo uske badan se uthne lagi. Naha kar jab woh nikli, toh bathroom ka aaina bhaap se dhundhla tha. Usne hatheli se ek chakkar mein bhaap pochhi aur us gol saaf hisse mein apna chehra dekha. Bina kisi singaar ke. Geele baal. Aankhon ke neeche halki si kaalimaa, raat bhar ki jaag ki. Usne socha, uski moan.

*Yeh Vaishali hai,* usne socha. *Ek ghante baad Meera hogi.*

Bedroom mein, almirah ke bade aaine ke saamne, usne shuruaat ki.

Pehle petticoat. Gehra hara, saree se mel khaata, jiska naada usne naabhi se do ungli neeche kas kar baandha, jaise saas ki peedhi ki aurtein baandhti thi, na zyada neeche na zyada upar. Phir blouse. Hari raw silk ka, kohni tak ki baahein jinke kinaar par patli sunehri patti thi, aur gala aage se gol aur sadha hua, par peeche se thoda gehra, jahan do sunehre latkan lage the. Usne hook ek-ek karke lagaaye, aur aakhri do hook, jo peeth ke beech mein the, wahan tak uska haath nahi pahuncha. Usne kandha mod kar, saans rok kar, koshish ki. Ungli phisal gayi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Tabhi peeche se do garam haath aaye.

"Main kar deta hoon," Vikram ki neend se bhaari, khurdari aawaz aayi. Woh kab utha tha, use pata hi nahi chala. Bas shorts mein tha, baal bikhre hue, aur uske nange seene ki garmi uski peeth tak aa rahi thi. Usne hook lagaaya, ek, phir doosra, par har hook ke baad uski ungli blouse ki kinaar se phisal kar uski nangi peeth par ek lakeer kheench deti, reedh ki haddi ke saath, dheere se, neeche tak. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uska lund uski gaand se takra raha hai.

"Vikram… late ho rahe hain," usne kaha, par uski aawaz mein woh dum nahi tha. Usne socha, uski moan.

"Hook laga raha hoon, jaan. Seva kar raha hoon apni biwi ki." Usne uske kandhe par, blouse ki kinaar se zara upar, apne honth tika diye aur ek pal wahin rakhe. Aaine mein Vaishali ne dekha ki uski apni aankhein band ho gayi thi. Usne foran khol li. Usne socha, uski chut.

"Jao, naha lo," usne kaha, aur uske seene par peeche haath rakh kar halke se dhakela. Vikram hansa, uske nitamb par ek halki si thapki maari, aur bathroom mein chala gaya. Uska dil der tak dhak-dhak karta raha. Usne socha, uski moan.

Phir saree. Hari Banarasi, gehra mehendi jaisa hara, jismein sone ki zari se chhote-chhote butte bune hue the, aur chaudi sunehri kinaar jismein kairi aur mor ki aakritiyan thi. Usne pehla lapet kamar par liya, kinaar ko zameen se bas aadha inch upar rakha, taaki chalte waqt payal dikhe par kapda na ghise. Phir pleats. Ek, do, teen… saat. Har pleat ko ungliyon ke beech daba kar seedha kiya, nakhoon se uski dhaar banaayi, aur saaton ko ek saath pakad kar petticoat mein khons diya, naabhi ke thoda sa baayein. Phir pallu. Usne use kandhe par chadhaya, ek baar lamba chhoda, phir chhota kiya, phir aur chhota, jab tak woh ghutnon ke theek peeche tak na aa gaya. Ek safety pin kandhe par, blouse ke andar, chhupa kar. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Phir gehne.

Usne mangalsutra ka dabba khola. Kaale motiyon ki do ladiyan aur beech mein sone ka chhota sa vati wala locket. Yeh woh mangalsutra nahi tha jo Ramesh ne pehnaaya tha. Woh wala almirah ke sabse neeche wale khaane mein, ek purane rumaal mein lipta pada tha. Yeh Vikram ka tha. Usne ise gale mein dala, aur thanda sona uske seene par, kaale til ke theek neeche, aa kar tik gaya. Ek pal ke liye uski saans ruki. *Do mangalsutra. Ek gale mein, ek rumaal mein.* Usne socha, uski moan.

Phir chudiyan. Laal aur hari kaanch ki, beech-beech mein sone ki do patli kangan. Usne ek-ek karke unhe chadhaaya, haath ko sikod kar, ungliyon ko jod kar, aur har chudi ke kalaai se guzarne par halki si khanak hoti. Dono haathon mein baarah-baarah. Jab usne haath hilaaya, toh poore kamre mein ek meethi, ghabraayi si jhankaar goonji, aur use laga jaise woh jhankaar ab uski har harkat ki chugli karegi. Usne socha, uski chut.

Phir payal. Chandi ki, ghungroo wali, Vikram ne shaadi ke baad di thi. Woh bed ke kinaare baithi, saree ko ghutnon tak uthaaya, aur ek-ek pair mein payal pehni. Pair zameen par rakhe toh chhan-chhan hui. Usne socha, uski moan.

Phir chehra. Usne halki si cream lagaayi, phir thoda sa compact, sirf aankhon ke neeche ki kaalimaa dhakne ke liye. Phir kaajal. Usne aaine ke paas jhuk kar, munh halka sa khol kar, kaajal ki pencil ko neeche ki palak ke andar se kheencha, ek aankh, phir doosri, aur kone par use zara sa bahar khinch diya, ek patli si dum. Aankhein achanak badi, gehri aur kaali dikhne lagi, jaise unmein koi raaz chhupa ho. Honthon par halka gulaabi-bhoora rang, zyada nahi. Maathe par laal bindi, ekdam beech mein, dono bhauhon ke beech, use do baar hata kar dobara lagaana pada kyunki pehli baar woh ek bal ki chaudai jitni tirchhi lagi thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Baal. Usne unhe sukhaaya, kanghi ki, beech se maang nikaali, ekdam seedhi, aur peeche ek bhaari juda banaaya, jismein usne chameli ka gajra lapet diya jo Vikram kal raat society ke gate se laaya tha. Gajre ki khushboo uske gale tak utar aayi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Aur sabse aakhir mein, sindoor.

Usne dibiya kholi. Chandi ki patli salaai sindoor mein dubaayi, aaine mein apni maang dekhi, aur use maang ki shuruaat par rakha. Haath kaanpa. Ek pal ke liye woh ruk gayi. Bees saal tak yeh rasm uske liye ek aadat thi, subah ki chai jaisi. Par aaj, aaine mein, salaai ko apni maang par tikaaye, use pata tha ki yeh laal rang kis ke naam ka hai, aur kis ghar mein jaa raha hai. Usne salaai ko maang ke saath peeche kheencha, ek lambi, gaadhi, laal lakeer, aur thoda sa sindoor uski naak par jhad gaya. Purani kahawat yaad aayi: *naak par sindoor gire toh pati bahut pyaar karta hai.* Woh muskura nahi paayi. Usne use pallu ke kone se pochh diya. Usne socha, uski chut.

Phir woh ek kadam peeche hati, aur aaine mein poori dekhi.

Ek aurat khadi thi. Gehri hari saree mein lipti, sunehri kinaar uske kadmon ke paas chamakti hui, pallu kandhe se girta hua, blouse ke gol gale ke neeche mangalsutra ke kaale moti, aur unke upar, collarbone par, woh kaala til, jo ab ek gehne jaisa lag raha tha. Chudiyan kalaaiyon par laal-hari aag ki tarah. Kajal se bhari aankhein. Maang mein itna sindoor ki door se bhi dikhe. Woh sundar thi. Woh khud jaanti thi ki woh sundar thi, aur yeh jaanna hi sabse zyada dard deta tha. Usne socha, uski moan.

*Yeh kaun hai?* usne socha. *Meera? Ya woh Vaishali jo bees saal pehle bhi aise hi saji thi, aur jise kisi ne itna dhyaan se dekha bhi nahi tha?*

Aaine wali aurat ne palkein jhapkaai. Uske honthon par ek halki si, sharmaayi si muskaan aayi, jo Vaishali ne nahi laayi thi. Woh apne aap aa gayi thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.



Bathroom ka darwaza khula. Vikram tauliya kamar par lapete, baalon se paani tapkaata hua bahar aaya, aur ek kadam chal kar wahin ruk gaya.
Kuch pal woh kuch nahi bola. Bas dekhta raha. Oopar se neeche tak. Maang ke sindoor se, kajal, honth, mangalsutra, kamar ka woh hissa jahan pallu aur blouse ke beech saanwali tvacha ki ek patli si patti dikh rahi thi, aur phir neeche, payal tak. Phir dheere se, bahut lambi si seeti bajaai. Usne socha, uski chut.
"Uff," usne kaha. "Maa ne toh bahu maangi thi. Main toh apsara le ja raha hoon." Usne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein hunger.
"Bas karo," Vaishali ne nazrein jhuka li, par uske gaal tamatar ki tarah laal ho gaye. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram paas aaya. Abhi bhi geela, uske badan se sabun aur paani ki khushboo aa rahi thi. Usne uski thodi ungli se uthaayi aur uski kajal bhari aankhon mein dekha. "Sach bol raha hoon, jaan. Agar abhi tujhe chhoo liya na, toh hum festival kya, kal tak bungalow nahi pahunchenge." Usne uski jaangh par haath rakha.
"Toh mat chhoona," usne phusphusa kar kaha. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski nipples tight thin.
"Bas ek." Usne jhuk kar uske til par, mangalsutra ke kaale motiyon ke theek upar, honth tika diye, aur halke se choosa. Vaishali ki saans tooti, aur uski chudiyan khanak uthi jab uska haath apne aap uske geele kandhe par chala gaya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
"Vikram! Nishaan pad jaayega," usne ghabra kar use dhakela. "Maa ke saamne…"
"Nahi padega, itna halka tha." Usne aankh maari aur peeche hata. "Baaki raat ko. Bungalow mein. Mera kamra bada hai, aur darwaza moti lakdi ka." Phir almirah ki taraf mudte hue bola, "Aur haan, Arjun ko jaga de. Saala ab tak so raha hoga." Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uske haath mein.




Vaishali ne aaine mein phir apna til dekha. Halka sa gulaabi tha, bas. Usne pallu ko zara aur upar kheench diya. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.

Arjun soya nahi tha. Woh kab ka taiyaar baitha tha, apne kamre mein, ek saadhe sky-blue kurte aur jeans mein, bed ke kinaare, phone haath mein, screen band. Usne bagal ke kamre se chudiyon ki khanak suni thi, payal ki chhan-chhan, aur ek baar, bahut dheere, maa ki hansi. Usne woh hansi suni thi, aur phone itni zor se pakda tha ki uski ungliyan safed pad gayi thi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Hall mein qadmon ki aawaz aayi. Chhan… chhan… chhan. Woh utha aur darwaza khola.

Vaishali gallery mein khadi thi, hall ki khidki ki dhoop uske peeche se aa rahi thi, aur ek pal ke liye Arjun ko sirf ek parchhaai dikhi, hari aur sunehri, chamakti hui. Phir uski aankhein roshni ki aadi hui, aur usne use dekha. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.

Woh wahin khada reh gaya.

Usne apni maa ko hazaar baar saree mein dekha tha. Karva Chauth par, Diwali par, cousin ki shaadi mein. Par yeh alag tha. Is aurat ki maang mein jo sindoor tha, woh uske papa ke naam ka nahi tha. Is gale mein jo mangalsutra latak raha tha, woh uske papa ka nahi tha. Yeh chudiyan, yeh payal, yeh gajra, sab kisi aur ke ghar se aaye the, kisi aur ke liye pehne gaye the. Aur woh aurat, jo bachpan mein usse "Arjun, khaana kha le" kehti thi, jo uske exam se pehle raat ko uske baalon mein tel lagaati thi, aaj ek doosre ghar ki bahu bani, uski sasural jaane ke liye saji khadi thi. Aur yeh sab, Arjun ne socha, *maine kiya. Meri profile. Mera Photoshop. Mere demands.* Usne socha, uski chut.

Use laga jaise kisi ne uske seene par se zameen kheench li ho. Ek ajeeb, ulta sa garv bhi utha, ki woh kitni sundar lag rahi thi, aur foran uske peeche ek sharam aayi us garv par. Phir ek aur cheez, jise woh naam nahi de paaya: ek bachche jaisa darr, ki shaayad yeh aurat ab kabhi wapas uski maa nahi banegi. Ki shaayad aaine mein usne khud ko dekh kar jo muskaan di thi, woh asli thi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Vaishali ne bhi use dekha. Kuch kaha nahi. Uski kajal bhari aankhon mein ek sawaal tha, *kaisi lag rahi hoon?*, aur uske peeche ek maafi. Dono ke beech gallery ke chaar kadam the, aur ek poori duniya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Arjun ke honth hile. Kuch nahi nikla. Usne nazrein neeche ki, payal par, jo uske pairon par chandi ki tarah chamak rahi thi, aur phir mud kar apne kamre mein wapas chala gaya, darwaza aadha khula chhod kar. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Vaishali wahin khadi rahi. Uske andar kuch kaanp gaya. *Mera beta… mujhe aise dekh raha hai, jaise main koi ajnabi hoon.* Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Paanch minute baad, jab Vikram, sky-blue jaisa hi ek bhaari kurta pehne, gaadi ki chaabi ghumaata hua hall mein aaya, toh Arjun bhi apna bag le kar bahar nikla. Vikram ne Vaishali ki taraf ishaara kiya, garv se, jaise koi apni nayi gaadi dikhaata hai. Usne socha, uski chut.

"Dekh saale, teri Bhabhi ko. Maa toh aaj behosh ho jaayegi."

Arjun ne ek pal Vaishali ko dekha. Uska gala sookha tha, aawaz bhaari. "Bhabhi… bohot sundar." Usne socha, usne dekha.

Bas itna. Do shabd. Vaishali ne muskura kar "thank you" kaha, ek bahu wali, ek bua wali muskaan, par uski chudiyan us pal itni zor se khanki ki use apni kalaai pakadni padi. Usne socha, uski moan.


Neeche society ke aangan mein do aunty sabzi wale se mol-bhaav kar rahi thi. Vaishali ko dekhte hi dono chup ho gayi. "Haaye Meera, kitni pyaari lag rahi hai! Sasural?" Usne sir hilaaya, pallu sir par theek kiya, aur gaadi mein baith gayi. Uske peeche aangan mein phusphusahat shuru ho gayi, aur use pata tha ki shaam tak poori society jaan jaayegi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Gaadi mein Vikram drive kar raha tha, Vaishali uske bagal mein, aur Arjun pichhli seat par akela, khidki ke saath, apna bag god mein rakhe. Dadar ki tang galiyon se nikalte hue Vikram ne music chalaaya, purane Hindi gaane, aur aam baatein karta raha — office ki, festival ki, maa ki tayyariyon ki. "Maa ne teen din se ghar sir pe uthaa rakha hai. Naya parda, naye diye, aur tere liye kuch surprise bhi hai. Mujhe bhi nahi bataya." Usne socha, uski moan.

*Surprise.* Vaishali ka pet phir sikud gaya. Woh haan-hoon karti rahi, par uska man kahin aur tha. Khidki ke bahar Mumbai bhaag rahi thi. Phoolon ki dukaanein, jinke bahar genda aur aam ke patton ki tornein latak rahi thi. Ek mandir ke bahar lambi line. Ek aurat apne bachche ka haath pakde sadak paar kar rahi thi. Vaishali ne us aurat ko tab tak dekha jab tak woh nazar se ojhal nahi ho gayi. Usne socha, uski chut.

*Gate par saas khadi hongi. Aarti hogi. Pehle unke pair, phir bua ke… ya chachi ke?* Usne man mein ratta lagaya. *Sir dhaka rakhna. Zor se mat hasna. Jab tak koi na kahe, baithna nahi. Pehle paani poochhna.* Use laga woh phir se bees saal ki ho gayi hai, ek naye ghar ki dehleez par, par is baar jhooth ke ek pahaad ke saath. Usne socha, uski moan.

Highway par pahunchte hi traffic khul gaya. Vikram ne gear badla aur apna haath wapas steering par le jaane ke bajaaye uski jaangh par rakh diya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Banarasi ke bhaari resham ke upar se uski garam hatheli ka bhaar saaf mehsoos ho raha tha. Pehle bas rakha hua. Phir uski ungliyan dheere se phaili, jaangh ke ghumaav ke saath, aur uska angootha kapde par ek chhota sa, dheema chakkar banaane laga. Ek chakkar. Phir doosra. Resham sarsaraaya. Vaishali ne chaunk kar uski taraf dekha. Vikram seedha road dekh raha tha, honthon par ek halki si muskaan thi, jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Usne socha, uska lund.

Vaishali ne dheere se uska haath pakda, jaise hataane ke liye. Par Vikram ne apni ungliyan uski ungliyon mein phansa kar aur kas di, aur dono haath ab saath mein uski jaangh par the. "Rehne de na jaan. Apni biwi ki jaangh pe haath rakhna bhi gunaah hai kya?" Usne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein possessiveness.

"Peeche…" usne phusphusa kar kaha. Usne socha, usne dekha.

"Peeche apna saala hai. Ghar ka hai. Usse kya sharam?" Vikram ne bina mude, zor se kaha, "Kyun Arjun? Tujhe koi problem?"

Ek pal ki chuppi. "Nahi bhai." Usne socha, uski panty.

Vaishali ki aankhein band ho gayi. Usne kuch nahi kaha, na haath hataaya. Vikram ka angootha phir chalne laga, is baar thoda upar, thoda andar ki taraf, aur uski jaangh ki naram maans-peshiyaan apne aap kas gayi. Us garmi ne uske pet ke neeche ek dheemi si lau jala di, aur woh apne hi badan se naraaz ho gayi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Usne nazar uthaai, aur rear-view mirror mein use do aankhein dikhi. Arjun ki. Woh chupchap dekh raha tha, uska chehra sakht tha aur jabda bhincha hua. Dono ki nazrein ek pal ke liye shishe mein mili. Ek pal. Usmein Vaishali ne dekha ek beta, jo apni maa ko bachana chahta tha aur nahi bacha sakta tha. Arjun ne foran khidki ki taraf munh pher liya, aur shishe mein sirf uska kaan aur uske baalon ka ek hissa reh gaya. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Vaishali ke seene mein jaise kuch jal utha. *Usne dekh liya. Woh sab dekhta hai.* Phir bhi usne Vikram ka haath nahi hataaya. Aur sabse zyada sharam use isi baat ki thi ki ek chhota sa hissa uske andar us garam hatheli ka bhaar chhodna bhi nahi chahta tha. Woh hissa chup tha, sharmaaya hua, par wahan tha, aur use pata tha ki woh hissa har din thoda aur bada ho raha hai. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Gaana badla. "Babul ki duaayein leti ja…" kisi purane radio station se. Vikram hans pada. "Lo, timing dekho." Usne channel badal diya. Vaishali ne apni ungliyan uski ungliyon mein aur kas li, bina jaane kyun. Usne socha, uski chut.

Aadhe ghante baad gaadi highway se utri, aur Bandra ki chaudi, ped-lagi sadkon par aa gayi. Ghar bade hote gaye, gate oonche. Vikram ne haath hata kar dono haathon se steering pakda, aur Vaishali ne turant apna pallu sir par kheench liya, kinaar ko maathe tak, aaine mein sindoor dekha, bindi theek ki, aur chudiyon ko kalaai par seedha kiya. Uski saans tez thi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Peeche se Arjun ki aawaz aayi, bahut dheemi, sirf itni ki Vikram music mein na sun sake. Shabd nahi, bas ek khaansi, jaise koi kuch kehna chahta ho aur kehne ki himmat na ho. Vaishali ne mirror mein nahi dekha. Use pata tha ki agar dekha, toh usmein se Vaishali nikal aayegi, aur yahan, is mod par, use sirf Meera rehna tha. Usne socha, usne dekha.

Gaadi mudi. Saamne woh oonche, kaale lohe ke gate the, jinpar genda aur aam ke patton ki moti toran latak rahi thi, aur zameen par rangoli ke rang dopahar ki dhoop mein chamak rahe the. Gate ke us paar bungalow ki safed deewarein, aur un par din mein bhi jalti chhoti-chhoti lights. Aur gate ke andar, aangan mein, rangeen saadiyon ka ek jhund, jinke beech ek aurat haath mein aarti ki thaali liye khadi thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Vikram ne horn bajaaya. Do baar.

Saare chehre gaadi ki taraf mud gaye.

Vaishali ne apni god mein rakhe haathon ko dekha, mehendi ke halke ho chuke nishaan, laal-hari chudiyan, aur Vikram ki di hui angoothi. Usne ek lambi saans li, aur dheere se, apne aap se, kaha, *Main Meera hoon.* Usne socha, uski moan.

Gate khulne laga.

Lohe ke bhaari gate dheere-dheere, ek lambi si cheen-cheen ki aawaz ke saath, beech se khulne lage. Har inch ke saath andar ka aangan thoda aur saaf dikhne laga, aur har inch ke saath Vaishali ka dil thoda aur tez dhadakne laga. Gaadi abhi wahin khadi thi, engine dheeme se ghurghura raha tha, aur Vikram steering par ungliyan thapthapa raha tha, jaise use koi jaldi na ho. Uske liye yeh apna ghar tha. Vaishali ke liye yeh ek imtihaan tha, jiska koi syllabus nahi tha. Usne socha, uski chut.

Gate ke us paar woh aurat, jiske haath mein aarti ki thaali thi, ab saaf dikh rahi thi. Gehri laal saree, sir par pallu, aur thaali mein jalta hua ek chhota sa diya, jiski lau dopahar ki dhoop mein bhi kaanp rahi thi. Peetal ki thaali par dhoop padti toh ek pal ke liye chamak Vaishali ki aankhon mein aa lagti, aur woh palkein jhapka leti. Us aurat ke aas-paas rangeen saadiyan sarakne lagi, kisi ne kisi ko kohni maari, kisi ne haath uthaa kar ishaara kiya, aur hawa mein ek halki si hansi tair gayi. Woh sab usi ki raah dekh rahi thi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Vaishali ne apni hatheliyon ko saree par dheere se poncha. Woh geeli ho chuki thi. Usne socha, bees saal pehle bhi uski hatheliyan aise hi geeli thi, jab woh ek chhoti si laal saree mein, ek chhote se ghar ki dehleez par khadi thi. Tab woh baais saal ki thi, aur use lagta tha ki zindagi bas ek baar hi aisa darwaza kholti hai. Aaj zindagi ne doosra darwaza khola tha, bada, ooncha, phoolon se saja hua. Aur woh nahi jaanti thi ki is darwaze ke paar use kya milega. Izzat, ya ek aisa jhooth jise use har roz, har chehre ke saamne, muskura kar nibhaana hoga. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Peeche ki seat se koi aawaz nahi aayi. Arjun bilkul chup tha. Vaishali ne mud kar nahi dekha, par use uski maujoodgi apni peeth par mehsoos ho rahi thi, ek garam, bhaari si chhaaya ki tarah. Usne man hi man kaha, *Aaj ke baad tu mujhe Bhabhi bolega, sabke saamne. Aur main sun lungi. Muskura dungi.* Yeh soch kar uska gala bhar aaya, aur usne jaldi se apne honth daanton ke beech daba liye, taaki lipstick na bigde aur aankhein na bhar jaayein. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Vikram ne uski taraf dekha aur halke se muskuraaya. "Tayyar?"

Vaishali ne sir hilaaya. Woh tayyar nahi thi. Shayad kabhi nahi hogi. Par usne apni chudiyan ek baar phir seedhi ki, pallu ka kinara maathe par thoda aur neeche kheencha, aur chameli ke gajre ki halki si khushboo ko ek gehri saans ke saath andar bhar liya. Woh khushboo use apne flat ki yaad dila gayi, subah ki, aaine ki, aur us pal ki jab usne khud ko pehli baar is roop mein dekha tha. Usne socha, uski moan.

Gate ab poora khul chuka tha. Aarti ki thaali wali aurat ek kadam aage aayi. Diye ki lau seedhi ho gayi.

Aur Vaishali ke andar, kahin bahut gehre, ek ajeeb si shaanti utar aayi. Darr ab bhi tha, sharam ab bhi thi, par unke neeche ek chhota sa, ziddi sa khayal bhi tha. *Jo hona hai, ho chuka. Ab bas nibhaana hai.* Usne apni god mein rakhe haath khole, ungliyon ko dheere se phailaaya, aur sir uthaa kar seedha saamne dekha, us roshni ki taraf, us ghar ki taraf, jo aaj se uska tha. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Vikram ne gear daala, aur gaadi dheere se aage badh chali. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.



Raat ke saadhe gyaarah baj chuke the jab Ramesh aur Priya ke nikalne ka waqt aaya. Porch ki peeli lights jal rahi thi, garden mein lagi chhoti-chhoti fairy lights ab bhi tim-tima rahi thi, aur gate ke bahar Ramesh ki purani grey Wagon R khadi thi, jo Vikram ki chamakti hui black Fortuner ke bagal mein aur bhi chhoti aur thaki hui lag rahi thi. Saas, Kamla bua, Mahesh chacha, Sunita chachi aur Pinky sab gate tak chhodne aaye the, kyunki is ghar ka niyam tha ki mehmaan ko darwaze se nahi, gate se vida kiya jaata hai. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.

Vaishali saas ke bagal mein khadi thi. Shaam ki aarti ke baad saas ne use ek baar phir kamre mein le jaa kar kapde badalwaaye the, "Raat ko halki cheez pehen, din bhar bhaari saree mein thak gayi hogi," keh kar. Par jo saree unhone di thi, woh halki zaroor thi, simple bilkul nahi thi. Gehre wine-red rang ki sheer chiffon saree thi, itni patli aur mulayam ki hawa chalte hi uske jism se chipak jaati thi, aur uske kinaare par chhote-chhote silver sequins ki ek patli si border thi jo porch ki roshni mein taaron ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Saree naabhi se kaafi neeche baandhi gayi thi, saas ne khud pleats bana kar kaha tha, "Aaj kal aise hi pehente hain beta, tu ab Deshmukh ghar ki bahu hai," aur ab Vaishali ki gori, naram kamar aur gehri naabhi khule mein thi, jiske theek upar ek patli si diamond ki kamarband chamak rahi thi. Blouse sleeveless tha, aage se gehra sweetheart neck, aur peeche se poori peeth khuli, bas do patli dori se bandha hua jiske sire par chhote-chhote moti latak rahe the. Pallu ek patli si lakeer ki tarah pin karke baayein kandhe par daala gaya tha, aur woh pin itna kamzor tha ki har doosre pal pallu khisak kar uski baah par aa jaata, aur Vaishali use dheere se wapas uthaati. Usne socha, uski moan.

Gale mein halka sa diamond ka solitaire pendant tha, kaanon mein chhote diamond studs, kalaai mein patli diamond bangles ke saath laal-sone ki chudiyan, pairon mein chaandi ki payal aur do inch ki nude heels, jinpar chalne ki aadat use abhi bhi theek se nahi thi. Uske baal khule the, blow-dry kiye hue, ek kandhe par girte hue, aur hothon par gehri wine lipstick thi jo saas ki beti jaisi Pinky ne zid karke lagaayi thi. Uske jism se ek mehangi French perfume ki khushboo aa rahi thi, jo Vikram ne pichhle hafte gift ki thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Gate ki taraf chalte hue Vaishali ke mann mein baar-baar ek hi baat aa rahi thi. *Ramesh ke ghar mein toh pallu sir se nahi hatta tha…* Dadar ke us chhote se ghar mein woh bees saal tak sooti saree pehen kar, sir dhak kar, chupchap rasoi aur kamre ke beech ghoomti rahi thi. Aaj wahi Ramesh uske saamne khada tha, aur woh uske saamne aisi khadi thi jaise kisi film ki heroine ho, kamar khuli, peeth khuli, aur pallu baar-baar kandhe se fisalta hua. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, usne dekha.

Priya pehle aage aayi. Usne saas ke pair chhue, sab se namaste kiya, aur phir Vaishali ke saamne aakar ek pal ke liye ruk gayi. Uski aankhen upar se neeche tak Vaishali ke poore roop par ghoomi, us diamond kamarband par thodi der tiki, aur phir uske chehre par wahi sakht si muskaan aa gayi. "Bahut sundar lag rahi hai, Meera," usne kaha, aur 'Meera' par thoda sa zor diya. "Ab apna khayal rakhna. Yahan sab kuch hai tere paas." Usne socha, uski chut.

"Haan Didi," Vaishali ne dheere se kaha, aur Priya ke gale lag gayi. Priya ne gale lagte waqt uske kaan mein sirf itna kaha, "Maze kar," aur peeche hat gayi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Phir Ramesh aage aaya. Usne safed kurta-pajama pehna tha, jo din bhar mein thoda sa sikud gaya tha, aur uske baalon mein safedi porch ki roshni mein aur zyada dikh rahi thi. Woh Vaishali ke saamne aakar ruka, aur ek pal ke liye kuch bol nahi paaya. Sab log dekh rahe the. Saas, chacha, chachi, Pinky, aur sabse paas Vikram, jo Vaishali ke theek bagal mein khada tha, haath jeb mein daale, chehre par ek aaram bhari, maalik jaisi muskaan liye. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.

Ramesh ne apna kaanpta hua haath uthaaya aur Vaishali ke sir par rakha, bilkul waise jaise ek bada bhai apni choti behen ko vida karte waqt rakhta hai. Vaishali ne turant sir jhuka diya, aur ek pal ke liye uske pair chhune ko jhuki. Ramesh ne use beech mein hi rok liya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

"Khush rehna, Meera…" Ramesh ne kaha, aur uski aawaz beech mein hi atak gayi. Usne gala saaf kiya, Vikram ki taraf ek nazar dekha, aur phir bola, "…dono. Dono khush rehna."

Vaishali ki aankhon mein ek pal ke liye nami aa gayi. Bees saal ka saath, shaadi ki raat, Arjun ka paida hona, chawl ki woh tang galiyan, sab kuch ek saath uske seene mein ghoom gaya. Aur aaj wahi aadmi, uska asli pati, uske sir par haath rakh kar use ek doosre mard ke saath khush rehne ka aashirwaad de raha tha. Usne socha, uski moan.

Usi pal Vaishali ko apni kamar par ek garam, bhaari haath mehsoos hua. Vikram ne apna haath jeb se nikaala tha aur dheere se uske pallu ke neeche sarka diya tha, seedha uski nangi kamar par, jahan diamond kamarband thandi thi aur uski chamdi garam. Uski ungliyan kamar ke naram maans mein halke se dabi, phir naabhi ke paas tak sarki, aur wahin ruk gayi, bina kisi sharm ke, sabke saamne, jaise yeh uska haq ho. Vaishali ki saans ek pal ke liye ruk gayi. Pallu thoda aur khisak gaya. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, uski chut.

Ramesh ki nazar neeche gayi. Usne dekha ki Vikram ka haath uski biwi ki kamar par, uske pallu ke andar, kaise aaram se rakha hua hai, aur kaise Vaishali ne use hataaya nahi. Ek pal ke liye uski aankhen wahin ruki, phir usne jaldi se nazar hata li aur gate ki taraf dekhne laga, jaise wahan kuch zaroori ho. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Vikram ne yeh dekha, aur hans kar bola, "Arre bhaiya, itne udaas kyun ho rahe ho? Behen ko sasural chhod ke ja rahe ho, koi pardes thodi bhej rahe ho." Phir usne Vaishali ki kamar ko aur kas kar pakda, use apni taraf kheencha, aur zor se bola taaki sab sun sakein, "Bhaiya, fikar mat karo. Din mein Maa khayal rakhengi, aur raat ko main achhe se khayal rakhunga. Bilkul achhe se." Usne socha, uski moan.

Ek pal ki chuppi ke baad Mahesh chacha zor se hans pade. "Waah beta, waah!" Sunita chachi ne munh par haath rakh kar hansi dabaayi, Kamla bua ne "Besharam!" keh kar Vikram ke kandhe par halki si chapat maari, aur Pinky khilkhila kar hans padi. Saas ne bhi muskura kar sir hilaaya, "Iski zubaan pe lagaam hi nahi hai." Sab hans rahe the. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Vaishali ka chehra laal ho gaya. Usne sir jhuka liya aur apne pairon ki taraf dekhne lagi, jahan payal porch ki roshni mein chamak rahi thi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Ramesh bhi hansa. Ek chhoti, khokhli si hansi, jo uske gale se nikli hi nahi, bas hothon tak aa kar reh gayi. "Haan… haan, kyun nahi," usne kaha. Par uske andar kuch aur hi chal raha tha. Vikram ke woh shabd, *raat ko main achhe se khayal rakhunga*, uske kaanon mein baar-baar goonj rahe the, aur unke saath uske dimaag mein woh tasveer aa rahi thi jo woh dekhna nahi chahta tha. Uski biwi, us wine-red saree mein, us jawan mard ki baahon mein, aaj raat, isi ghar mein. Uske pet mein ek ajeeb si gaanth bandh gayi. Sharm thi, gussa tha, beizzati thi, aur in sab ke neeche kuch aur bhi tha, ek garam, gandi si sihran, jo uski reedh ki haddi se neeche utar kar uske pajame ke andar tak pahunch gayi. Woh khud par hairaan tha, khud se nafrat kar raha tha, aur phir bhi us garmi ko rok nahi pa raha tha. Usne kurta neeche kheencha aur ek kadam peeche hat gaya. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, usne dekha.

Phir Ramesh Arjun ki taraf mudaa, jo thoda alag, garden ke kinaare khada tha, haath jebon mein, chehra sakht. "Arjun," Ramesh ne kaha, aur uske kandhe par haath rakha. "Sambhal ke rehna, beta. Bua ka khayal rakhna… aur apna bhi."

Arjun ne Papa ki aankhon mein dekha. Dono ke beech ek lamba, khamosh pal guzra, jismein sab kuch keh diya gaya aur kuch bhi nahi kaha gaya. "Haan Papa," Arjun ne bas itna kaha. Usne socha, uski panty.

Vikram ne Arjun ki taraf dekh kar kaha, "Tu kahan ja raha hai abhi? Itni raat ho gayi hai. Yahin ruk ja, upar guest room ready hai, mere kamre ke bagal wala. Kal subah saath mein chalenge, Maa ne nashte mein tere liye aloo paratha banwane ka bola hai."

Saas ne turant haami bhari, "Haan Arjun beta, tu yahin ruk. Ghar ka bachcha hai tu." Arjun ne ek pal Vaishali ki taraf dekha, jo ab bhi Vikram ke haath ke ghere mein khadi thi, aur phir dheere se sir hila diya. "Theek hai, bhai." Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Ramesh aur Priya gaadi mein baithe. Engine start hua, headlight ki roshni garden par padi, aur Vaishali ne haath hilaaya. Ramesh ne khidki se ek aakhri baar dekha. Vikram ka haath ab bhi uski kamar par tha, aur Vaishali ka pallu ab poori tarah kandhe se utar kar uski baah par latak raha tha. Gaadi mudi aur andhere mein chali gayi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.


Highway par gaadi chal rahi thi, aur gaadi ke andar ek bhaari chuppi thi. Ramesh steering pakde seedha saamne dekh raha tha, aur uski ungliyan steering par itni kasi hui thi ki uski ungliyon ki haddiyan safed ho gayi thi. Radio band tha. Bas engine ki aawaz aur bagal se guzarte trucks ki ghurghuraahat. Usne socha, uski chut.

Uske dimaag mein baar-baar wahi tasveer aa rahi thi. Vikram ka haath. Woh mazboot, gym wala, jawan haath, jiski nasen ubhri hui thi, uski Vaishali ki nangi kamar par, pallu ke neeche, aur Vaishali ka woh sharmaana, sir jhukaana, par haath na hataana. Bees saal mein Ramesh ne kabhi sabke saamne uski kamar par haath nahi rakha tha. Kabhi nahi. Chawl mein maa-baap the, padosi the, sharm thi, aur phir dheere-dheere aadat ban gayi thi ki biwi ko sirf raat ko, andhere mein, chupchap, jaldi-jaldi chhua jaata hai, aur phir karwat le kar so jaaya jaata hai. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, usne dekha.

Usne socha Vikram ke baare mein. Chaubees-pachchees saal ka ladka, chaudi chhaati, patli kamar, baahen itni moti ki kurta tight ho jaata tha, chehre par woh bharosa jo sirf paise aur jawani dono saath hone par aata hai. Aur phir usne khud ke baare mein socha. Pachaas paar ki umar, pet bahar nikla hua, ghutno mein dard, baalon mein safedi, aur ek aisi naukri jismein bees saal mein kuch nahi badla. Usne socha, uski moan.

*Bees saal…* Ramesh ne mann hi mann socha, aur uska gala bhar aaya. *Bees saal maine use apne paas rakha, aur maine kabhi use aise nahi chhua. Kabhi aise nahi dekha jaise woh aaj usko dekh raha tha. Kabhi aisi saree nahi dilaayi, kabhi uski kamar khuli nahi dekhi sabke saamne. Aur aaj woh ladka sabke saamne keh raha tha ki raat ko achhe se khayal rakhega… aur sab hans rahe the… aur main bhi hans raha tha.* Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Priya ne khidki se bahar dekhte hue achanak kaha, "Dekha, bhaiya?"

Ramesh ne jawab nahi diya.

"Dekha kitni khush thi?" Priya ne mud kar uski taraf dekha, aur uski aawaz mein ek tez, kaatne wali dhaar thi. "Woh saree dekhi? Woh diamond ki kamarband? Kamar poori nangi thi, peeth poori nangi thi. Hamare ghar mein toh kabhi blouse ka gala bhi itna gehra nahi hua uska. Aur jab us ladke ne uski kamar pakdi na, toh ek baar bhi hataaya nahi usne. Sharmaa rahi thi, par muskura bhi rahi thi. Main sab dekh rahi thi." Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.

"Priya, chup kar," Ramesh ne dheere se kaha.

"Kyun chup karun?" Priya hansi, ek chhoti, kadwi si hansi. "Sach hi toh keh rahi hoon. Ab woh uski biwi hai, bhaiya. Uske ghar ki bahu. Uski maa usko gehne pehna rahi hai, uske rishtedaar usko 'Meera bhabhi' bula rahe hain. Aur aaj raat…" usne jaan boojh kar baat adhoori chhodi, aur phir dheere se boli, "aaj raat woh uske kamre mein hogi. Uske bistar mein. Aur tumne khud aashirwaad diya. 'Khush rehna, dono.'" Usne socha, uski moan.

Ramesh ne kuch nahi kaha. Uska chehra garam ho gaya tha, kaan laal ho gaye the, aur uske pet mein woh gaanth aur kas gayi thi. Sabse buri baat yeh thi ki Priya ke har shabd ke saath uske jism mein woh gandi garmi aur badh rahi thi. Uska pajama tight ho gaya tha, aur woh steering ke neeche apne aap ko chhupaane ki koshish kar raha tha. Usne khud ko kosaa. *Kya ho gaya hai mujhe? Meri biwi kisi aur ke paas hai, aur main…* Usne woh khayal poora nahi hone diya. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Priya ne shaayad dekh liya tha, ya shaayad nahi. Usne bas phir se khidki ki taraf munh kar liya aur bola, "Jo hua, woh hamari wajah se hua. Ab sehna bhi padega."

Baaki raasta khamoshi mein kata. Ramesh ki aankhon ke saamne baar-baar wahi wine-red saree, woh khuli peeth ki dori, aur Vikram ka woh haath aata raha. Usne jeb se phone nikaala, ek signal par, aur WhatsApp khola. Vaishali ki purani DP ab bhi wahi thi, ek phool ki tasveer. Uski ungli keyboard par ruki, aur woh soch nahi paaya ki kya likhe. Usne phone wapas jeb mein rakh diya. Abhi nahi. Usne socha, uski chut. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.




Gate band hone ke baad sab log andar aa gaye. Saas ne Kamla bua aur Sunita chachi ke saath drawing room mein baith kar kal subah ki rasoi ki baat shuru kar di, Mahesh chacha TV par late night news laga kar sofe par pasar gaye, aur Pinky phone mein aaj ki photos dekh kar khilkhilaati rahi. Neeche abhi bhi roshni thi, aawazein thi, chai ke cup ki khanak thi. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.
"Main upar jaati hoon Maa, thodi thak gayi hoon," Vaishali ne saas se kaha.
"Haan beta, ja. Aaram kar." Saas ne muskura kar uske gaal par haath pheraa, aur phir dheere se, sirf uske sunne ke liye, boli, "Aur sun, zyada der tak jaagna mat. Kal subah rasoi hai teri pehli." Usne socha, uski moan.
Vaishali sharma kar mudi aur zeene ki taraf chali. Bungalow ka zeena bada aur ghumaavdaar tha, sangmarmar ka, aur upar ki light kisi ne band kar di thi, isliye pehle mod ke baad sirf neeche se aati halki peeli roshni thi aur phir lagbhag andhera. Heels ki tak-tak aur payal ki chhan-chhan us khamoshi mein bahut zor se goonj rahi thi. Usne pallu ko kandhe par sambhaala aur railing pakad kar dheere-dheere upar chadhne lagi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Doosre mod par pahunchte hi peeche se kisi ne uski kalaai pakdi. Vaishali chaunk kar mudi, aur andhere mein Vikram ka chehra uske itna kareeb tha ki uski saans uske hothon par lag rahi thi. Woh uske peeche-peeche chupchap upar aaya tha. Usne socha, uska lund.
"Vikram…" usne fusfusaaya.



Vikram ne kuch nahi kaha. Usne use dheere se, par mazbooti se, deewar se laga diya. Thandi sangmarmar ki deewar uski nangi peeth se lagi, aur Vaishali ke munh se ek halki si siskaari nikal gayi. Vikram ne apna ek haath uske sir ke bagal mein deewar par rakha, aur doosra haath seedha uske pallu ke neeche, uski nangi kamar par. Phir usne apne hoth uske hothon par rakh diye. Usne socha, uski moan.
Woh koi halka chumban nahi tha. Vikram ne uske neeche wale hoth ko apne hothon mein pakad kar choosa, phir apni zubaan uske munh mein daal di, gehra, bhookha, dheere-dheere, jaise poore din ka intezaar ek saath nikaal raha ho. Uski wine lipstick dono ke hothon par phail gayi. Vaishali ke haath pehle uske seene par the, use rokne ke liye, par kuch hi pal mein uski ungliyan uske kurte ko mutthi mein pakadne lagi. Usne socha, uski chut.
Neeche se Mahesh chacha ki hansi aayi, TV par kisi neta ki aawaz, aur Saas ka "Pinky, ab so ja" kehna. Sab kuch itna paas tha ki lagta tha koi bhi abhi zeene par aa jaayega. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Vikram ka haath uski kamar par kas gaya. Usne uski kamar ke naram maans ko mutthi mein bhar kar dabaaya, kamarband ki thandi chain uski hatheli mein chubhi, aur phir uska haath upar sarka, pallu ke neeche, blouse ke upar, aur seedha uske bhaari, bhare hue doodh par aa gaya. Usne poora mamma apni hatheli mein bhar kar zor se masla, aur patle silk blouse ke andar uska nipple turant sakht ho gaya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
"Aahh… Vikram…" Vaishali ki siskaari uske munh mein hi dab gayi. "Pagal ho kya? Chhodo… sab jaag rahe hain neeche… koi aa jaayega…" Usne socha, uski moan.
"Aane do," Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas fusfusaaya, aur uske kaan ki lau ko daanton se halke se kaata. "Meri biwi hai. Apne ghar mein, apne zeene par chum raha hoon. Kisko kya problem hai?"
"Vikram, please…" Usne dono haathon se uske seene par dhakka diya, aur is baar sach mein zor lagaaya. Vikram ek kadam peeche hata, hansa, aur uske hothon par ek aakhri chhota sa chumban de kar bola, "Theek hai. Kamre mein chal. Wahan koi bahana nahi chalega." Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Vaishali ne kaanpte haathon se apna pallu theek karne ki koshish ki, jo ab poori tarah kandhe se utar chuka tha aur ek taraf latak raha tha. Pin khul chuki thi. Blouse ka ek hissa thoda khisak gaya tha, aur uske seene ka gora ubhaar andhere mein bhi chamak raha tha. Usne pallu ko jaldi se dabaaya aur saans sambhaali. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Tabhi usne neeche dekha.




Zeene ke sabse neeche, jahan peeli roshni khatam hoti thi, Arjun khada tha. Uske haath mein paani ki ek bottle thi, jo shaayad woh guest room ke liye le kar aa raha tha. Woh ek pal ke liye wahin ruk gaya tha, aur upar dekh raha tha. Usne shaayad kuch dekha tha, shaayad sirf parchhaaiyaan, shaayad sirf aawazein suni thi. Par jab Vaishali aur Vikram upar ke mod se nikal kar thodi roshni mein aaye, toh Arjun ne saaf dekha. Bhabhi ka bikhra hua pallu, jo woh ek haath se seene par dabaaye hue thi. Uske phaile hue hoth, lipstick hothon ke kinaare tak bikhri hui. Uski kamar par laal ungliyon ke nishaan. Aur Vikram ke hothon par wahi wine rang. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.
Arjun ke seene mein kuch jalne laga. Usne bottle itni zor se pakdi ki plastic chatak gaya. Maa… uske mann mein ek hi shabd aaya, aur phir use jaldi se dabaana pada. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne upar se hi haath hilaaya. "Arre Arjun! Upar aa ja, bagal wala kamra tera hai. Towel-vowel sab rakha hai. Good night, saale!"
"Good night, bhai," Arjun ne kaha, aur uski aawaz itni sapaat thi ki khud use ajeeb lagi. Usne ek aakhri baar Vaishali ki taraf dekha. Vaishali ne nazar chura li. Phir Vikram ne uska haath pakda aur use galiyaare ki taraf le gaya, aur Arjun neeche khada reh gaya, sunta hua ki kaise payal ki chhan-chhan dheere-dheere door hoti gayi aur phir ek darwaza band hone ki aawaz aayi. Usne socha, uske haath mein. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

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Vikram ka kamra bahut bada tha. Ek taraf kingsize bed tha, jispar safed aur sunehri silk ki chaadar bichhi thi, aur saas ne uspar gulab ki kuch pankhudiyan bhi bikhervaa di thi, jaise yeh koi doosri suhaagraat ho. Ek taraf badi kaanch ki khidki thi jiske bahar garden ki lights dikh rahi thi, aur deewar par ek bahut bada, poore kad ka aaina laga tha, sunehre frame mein. Kamre mein halki si peeli lamp ki roshni thi, aur AC ki thandak mein mogre ki agarbatti ki khushboo ghuli hui thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ne darwaze ki kundi lagaayi aur Vaishali ko seedha aaine ke saamne le aaya. Woh uske peeche khada ho gaya, uske kandhon par haath rakh kar, aur dono ne aaine mein ek saath dekha. Wine-red saree mein woh, khule baal, phaili lipstick, bikhra pallu, aur uske peeche lamba, chauda Vikram, jo uske sir se bhi upar tak tha. Usne socha, uski moan.
"Dekh khud ko," Vikram ne uske kaan mein kaha. "Aaj poore din sab tujhe dekh rahe the. Chacha, cousins, mohalle wale, sab. Aur ab sirf main dekhunga."
Usne sabse pehle uske kaan se diamond ka stud nikaala. Dheere se, bahut dheere, jaise koi qeemti cheez khol raha ho, aur use dressing table par rakh diya. Phir doosra. Phir usne uske baal ek kandhe par sarkaaye aur gale ke peeche pendant ka hook khola. Pendant ki thandi chain uske seene se sarakti hui neeche gayi, aur Vikram ne use pakad kar table par rakh diya. Har gehna utaarte waqt woh uski chamdi par ek chumban deta. Kaan ki lau par, gardan ke peeche, kandhe par. Usne socha, uski chut.



Vaishali aaine mein dekh rahi thi, aur uski saans tez ho rahi thi. Usne apni aankhon se dekha ki kaise ek-ek karke woh gehne utar rahe the jo saas ne use pehnaaye the, aur kaise uske neeche se woh aurat bahar aa rahi thi jo sirf ek jism thi, ek mard ke haathon mein. Usne socha, uski moan.
Phir Vikram ne uski kalaaiyan pakdi aur diamond bangles ek-ek karke utaari. Laal chudiyan wahin rehne di. "Yeh rehne de," usne kaha. "Inki aawaz achhi lagti hai."
Phir uske haath uske kandhe par aaye, jahan pallu ki pin thi. Usne pin kholi aur pallu ko dheere se neeche girne diya. Patli chiffon uske seene se sarakti hui uski kamar tak aayi aur phir zameen par gir gayi. Aaine mein ab woh sirf us gehre sweetheart blouse mein thi, jismein uske bhaari doodh upar se aadhe bahar jhaank rahe the, aur neeche nangi kamar, diamond kamarband, aur naabhi ke kaafi neeche bandhi saree. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
"Uff, Meera…" Vikram ne ek lambi saans li. Usne peeche se uski nangi peeth par apne hoth rakh diye, blouse ki dori ke theek upar, aur phir dheere-dheere apni zubaan se uski reedh ki haddi ke saath upar tak chaata, gardan tak. Vaishali ka poora jism kaanp gaya. Uski aankhen apne aap band ho gayi. Usne socha, uska lund.
"Aankhen khol," Vikram ne kaha. "Dekh aaine mein."
Usne aankhen kholi. Vikram ne blouse ki dori ka ek sira daanton mein pakda aur kheench diya. Gaanth khul gayi. Phir doosri dori. Blouse dheela ho kar aage ki taraf latakne laga, aur Vaishali ne turant dono haathon se use seene par dabaa liya. Usne socha, uski moan.
"Haath hata," Vikram ne kaha, dheere se, par aise ki inkaar ki gunjaish na ho.
Vaishali ne kuch pal ruk kar haath hataaye. Blouse uske haathon se fisal kar neeche gir gaya. Andar usne koi bra nahi pehni thi, kyunki backless blouse mein saas ne khud kaha tha ki padded cups andar sile hue hain. Ab aaine mein uske gore, bhaari, bharpoor doodh poori tarah nange the, gehre bhoore nipples sakht ho kar khade, aur uske seene par wahi kala til. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ne peeche se dono haath aage laaye aur uske dono doodh apni hatheliyon mein bhar liye. Usne unhe dheere se uthaaya, tola, dabaaya, aur phir angoothon se nipples ko gol-gol ghumaane laga. Vaishali ke munh se ek lambi, toot-ti hui siskaari nikli, "Ssssshhh… aahhh… Vikram…" Usne socha, uski moan.
Phir Vikram ne use ghuma kar apni taraf kiya, thoda jhuka, aur uski gardan mein munh ghusa diya. Usne uski gardan ki naram chamdi ko hothon mein le kar zor se choosa, itni der tak ki Vaishali ko halka dard hone laga, aur phir thodi neeche, phir doosri taraf. Woh jaan boojh kar nishaan chhod raha tha, gehre, laal, jo kal subah tak bainganee ho jaate. Usne socha, usne dekha.
"Vikram… nahi… nishaan pad jaayenge…" usne kaha, par uski ungliyan uske baalon mein thi, use door nahi kar rahi thi. Usne socha, uski chut.
"Padne de," Vikram ne uski chamdi par hi kaha. "Sabko pata hona chahiye tu kiski hai."
Phir woh neeche aaya, uske seene par, uske baayein doodh ke upar, theek uske til ke paas, aur wahan bhi zor se choos kar ek gehra laal nishaan chhoda. Phir doosre doodh par. Aur phir usne uska ek nipple poora munh mein le liya. Usne use zubaan se ghumaaya, choosa, daanton se halke se kheencha, aur doosre doodh ko haath se masalta raha. Vaishali ki kamar apne aap peeche ki taraf mud gayi, uske haath dressing table ke kinaare par jaa tike, aur uske pairon ki payal chhan se baj uthi. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, uske haath mein.





Aaine mein usne khud ko dekha, aur ek pal ke liye pehchaan nahi paayi. Ek aurat jo aadhi nangi thi, khule baal, gardan aur seene par laal nishaan, ek jawan mard ka sir uske seene par, aur uske chehre par sukh aur darr dono ek saath. Yeh main hoon? usne socha. Vaishali Pawar? Arjun ki maa? Ramesh ki biwi? Aur phir Vikram ne doosra nipple munh mein liya, aur woh sawaal kahin kho gaya. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Phir Vikram ne uski saree ki pleats par haath rakha, jo naabhi ke neeche petticoat mein khonsi hui thi. Usne ek jhatke mein saari pleats bahar kheench li. Wine-red chiffon ki lehrein uske pairon ke paas gir gayi, aur ab woh sirf ek patle, gehre laal satin ke petticoat mein thi, kamarband ab bhi uski kamar par chamak raha tha. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ne use utha liya, jaise koi gudiya ho, aur bistar par le aaya. Gulab ki pankhudiyan uski nangi peeth ke neeche dab gayi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Vikram uske bagal mein let gaya aur ek baar phir uske hothon ko choomne laga, is baar dheere, gehra, lamba, jab tak Vaishali ki saans phir se tez nahi ho gayi. Uska ek haath uske doodh par tha, aur doosra dheere-dheere neeche sarak raha tha, uske pet par, naabhi ke andar ek pal ke liye ungli ghuma kar, kamarband ke neeche, aur phir petticoat ke naade ke paas. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.
Vaishali ne uska haath pakad liya. "Vikram… koi sun lega," usne fusfusaaya. "Bagal mein guest room hai… aur Maa abhi jaag rahi hain, neeche se aawaz aa rahi hai." Usne socha, uski moan.
"Toh chup rehna," Vikram ne muskura kar kaha. "Main kuch zyada nahi karunga. Bas tujhe thoda sukoon dunga. Poore din se tu tadap rahi hai, mujhe pata hai. Aarti ke waqt bhi tera chehra laal tha." Usne socha, uska lund.
Usne uska haath dheere se hataaya, aur petticoat ko neeche se upar sarkaane laga, uske ghutno tak, phir jaanghon tak. Uski garam hatheli uski jaangh ke andar wale naram hisse par sarki, aur Vaishali ne apni jaanghen kas li. Vikram ne unhe dheere se, par mazbooti se, apne ghutne se khol diya. Uski ungliyan upar badhi, aur uski panty ke kinaare tak pahunchi. Panty geeli thi. Poori tarah geeli. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.



Vikram hansa, dheere se, uske kaan ke paas. "Yeh dekh. Aur keh rahi hai koi sun lega. Teri choot toh kab se taiyaar baithi hai, Meera." Usne socha, usne dekha.
"Chup…" Vaishali ne sharm se apna chehra uske kandhe mein chhupa liya. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne panty ko ek taraf sarkaaya aur apni do ungliyan uske geele hothon par pheri, upar se neeche, dheere-dheere. Phir usne apni beech wali ungli se uske daane ko dhoondha aur us par chhote-chhote gol chakkar ghumaane laga. Vaishali ka poora jism akad gaya. Uske munh se ek tez siskaari nikalne hi wali thi ki usne jaldi se bagal ka takiya kheencha aur uska kona daanton mein daba liya. Usne socha, uski chut.
"Mmmmhh… mmmhhh…"
Vikram ki ungli dheere-dheere uske andar sarki. Garam, geela, kasaa hua. Phir doosri ungli. Woh unhe dheere-dheere andar-bahar karne laga, aur angootha uske daane par ghoomta raha. Vaishali ke pair bistar par ragadne lage, aur har baar payal chhan-chhan kar bajti. Uske kulhe apne aap uski ungliyon ki taraf uthne lage. Laal chudiyan uski kalaai mein khanak rahi thi, jab woh chaadar ko mutthi mein bheench rahi thi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Tabhi bedside table par rakha uska phone vibrate hua. Screen jali, aur andhere kamre mein uski neeli roshni chehre par padi. Vaishali ne aadhi khuli aankhon se dekha. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Ramesh Bhaiya: So gayi?
Bas do shabd. Vaishali ka dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Usne socha, Ramesh is waqt ghar pahunch gaya hoga, Dadar ke us chhote se kamre mein, usi purane palang par, jahan bees saal woh uske bagal mein soyi thi, aur ab akela leta, andhere mein phone pakde, apni biwi se pooch raha hai ki kya woh so gayi. Aur uski biwi is waqt kisi aur mard ke bistar par, nangi chhaati ke saath, petticoat kamar tak uthaaye, us mard ki do ungliyan apne andar liye padi thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ne bhi screen dekhi. Usne ungliyaan roki nahi, balki unhe aur gehra andar dhakela, aur uske kaan mein fusfusaaya, "Bhaiya pooch rahe hain. Jawab dena hai?" Usne socha, uska lund.
Vaishali ne sir hilaaya, na mein. Usne phone ki taraf haath nahi badhaaya. Screen kuch der jali, aur phir apne aap bujh gayi. Message unread hi reh gaya. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Aur usi pal, usi bujhti roshni ke saath, kuch uske andar toot gaya. Woh jo ek aakhri parda tha, ek aakhri sharm, woh hat gayi, aur uski jagah ek tez, garam leher uske pet se uthi. Vikram ki ungliyan tez hui, uska angootha uske daane par dabaa, aur Vaishali ka poora jism dhanush ki tarah tan gaya. Usne takiye ko itni zor se kaata ki kapda daanton mein phatne ko aa gaya, aur uske gale se ek lambi, dabi hui, ghut-ti hui aawaz nikli, "Mmmmmmhhhhh…" Uski choot ne Vikram ki ungliyon ko baar-baar kasa, uski jaanghen kaanpi, payal ek aakhri baar zor se chhan-chhan kar baji, aur phir woh dheere-dheere bistar par dheeli pad gayi, haanfti hui, paseene se bheegi, aankhon ke kinaare par aansu. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.



Vikram ne ungliyaan bahar nikaali, unhe uske saamne laaya, aur apne munh mein daal kar choos li. "Meethi hai," usne kaha. Usne socha, uski chut.
Phir woh uske upar aa gaya. Usne apna kurta utaar kar phenka, aur uski chaudi, kasi hui chhaati lamp ki roshni mein chamak uthi. Uska pajama aage se poori tarah tana hua tha, aur usne uska haath pakad kar wahan rakha. Garam, sakht, bhaari. "Ab meri baari," usne kaha, aur petticoat ka naada kholne laga. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Vaishali ne turant uska haath pakad liya. Is baar uski pakad mein sach mein zor tha.
"Nahi, Vikram," usne kaha, aur uski aawaz kaanp rahi thi par saaf thi. "Aaj nahi. Please. Is ghar mein meri pehli raat hai… Maa neeche hain, chacha-chachi hain, bagal mein Arjun hai… agar main ek baar bhi chillaayi na, toh sab sun lenge. Kal subah main kisi se nazar nahi mila paaungi. Rasoi hai meri kal. Please… aaj nahi." Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram kuch pal uske upar ruka raha, saans tez, aankhon mein bhook. Vaishali ko ek pal ke liye laga ki woh nahi maanega. Phir usne ek lambi saans chhodi, uske maathe par ek chumban diya, aur bagal mein let gaya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
"Theek hai," usne kaha, aur haath sir ke neeche rakh kar chhat ki taraf dekhne laga. "Aaj chhod deta hoon. Teri wajah se. Par sun le, Meera." Usne mud kar uski aankhon mein dekha, aur muskuraaya, woh shaitaani muskaan jo Vaishali ko darra bhi deti thi aur pighla bhi deti thi. "Flat pe vasool karunga. Sood samet. Itna ki teri payal aur tere bhaiya, dono ki neend udd jaaye." Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Vaishali ne sharm se uske seene par halka sa mukka maara, aur woh hans pada.
Thodi der baad woh uthi, apne bikhre kapde uthaaye, aur bathroom mein chali gayi. Wahan saas ne uske liye ek box rakha tha, jis par likha tha "Bahu ke liye". Usne khola. Andar ek champagne-gold rang ki pure silk satin ki nightie thi, patli strap wali, ghutno tak, jiska gala aage se gehra V tha aur peeche se lace ki patli patti. Kapda itna mulayam tha ki uski ungliyon se paani ki tarah phisal raha tha. Usne use pehna. Satin uske nange jism par thanda laga, aur uske nipples phir se sakht ho kar kapde ke andar se ubhar aaye. Aaine mein usne apni gardan dekhi, jahan do gehre laal nishaan the, aur seene par, nightie ke gale ke theek kinaare, ek aur. Ramesh ke ghar mein toh pallu sir se nahi hatta tha… usne phir socha, aur is baar uske hothon par ek ajeeb si, sharmindi muskaan aa gayi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uski chut.




Woh wapas aayi aur bistar par Vikram ke bagal mein let gayi. Vikram ne bina kuch kahe use apni baahon mein kheench liya, aur uska sir apne nange seene par rakh liya. Uski dhadkan dheemi aur bhaari thi. Vaishali ne uski kamar mein haath daal diya aur aankhen band kar li. Usne socha, uska lund.
Par neend nahi aayi. Uska jism ab bhi garam tha, aur uske pet ke neeche ek adhoori, bechain si tadap ab bhi baaki thi, jaise kisi ne pyaas jagaa kar paani aadha hi diya ho. Uski jaanghon ke beech ab bhi geelapan tha. Aur uske mann mein woh unread message ghoom raha tha. So gayi? Ramesh ab bhi jaag raha hoga, usne socha. Shaayad screen dekh raha hoga, intezaar kar raha hoga. Use apne aap par sharm aayi, gussa aaya, aur phir bhi usne Vikram ko aur kas kar pakad liya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, usne dekha.



Bagal wale guest room mein Arjun bistar par seedha leta tha, aankhen chhat par, aur kamre mein sirf AC ki halki si ghurghuraahat thi. Woh ek ghante se aise hi pada tha. Kapde bhi nahi badle the. Paani ki woh chatki hui bottle ab bhi bedside par rakhi thi. Usne socha, uski moan.
Do kamron ke beech ki deewar itni moti nahi thi jitni honi chahiye thi. Pehle usne kuch nahi suna, bas Vikram ki halki hansi, ek-do baar. Phir khamoshi. Phir ek chhan. Payal ki. Phir thodi der baad phir se, chhan-chhan, chhan-chhan, ek ajeeb, toot-ti hui lay mein, jaise koi pair baar-baar bistar par ragad raha ho. Aur chudiyon ki halki khanak. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.
Arjun ki saans ruk gayi. Usne karwat li, deewar ki taraf munh kiya, aur phir turant wapas palat gaya, jaise deewar garam ho. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Aur phir woh aawaz aayi. Ek lambi, dabi hui, ghut-ti hui aawaz, "Mmmmmmhhhhh…", jaise kisi ne takiye mein munh daba kar kuch roka ho. Sirf ek baar. Bas ek baar. Uske baad payal ek aakhri baar zor se baji, aur phir sab khamosh ho gaya. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Arjun ne dono mutthiyaan bheench li. Woh us aawaz ko pehchaanta tha. Bachpan se uske kaanon mein woh aawaz thi, woh gungunana, woh hansi, woh daant. Yeh wahi gala tha. Aur aaj woh gala ek aise sukh mein ghut raha tha jo use kisi aur ne diya tha. Usne socha, uski chut.
Papa ki biwi aaj kisi aur ke bistar mein hai, usne socha, aur woh khayal ek kaante ki tarah uske dimaag mein atak gaya. Aur Papa ne khud gate par khade ho kar aashirwaad diya. Aur main yahan pada hoon, deewar ke is paar, aur kuch nahi kar sakta. Kuch bhi nahi. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Use gate wala scene yaad aaya. Vikram ka haath pallu ke neeche. Papa ka nazar churaana. Sabki hansi. Raat ko main achhe se khayal rakhunga. Aur zeene par Bhabhi ka bikhra pallu, phaili lipstick, aur kamar par ungliyon ke laal nishaan. Har tasveer ke saath uske seene mein jalan aur badhti gayi. Jalan, gussa, aur ek gehri, bebas sharm. Usne socha, uski moan.
Aur in sab ke neeche ek aur cheez thi, ek garam, bechain si sihran jo uske jism mein bina poochhe utar aayi thi, aur jise woh naam bhi nahi dena chahta tha. Usne us par khud se nafrat ki. Usne apni aankhen zor se band ki, takiya sir par rakh liya, aur mann mein baar-baar dohraaya, Nahi. Yeh galat hai. Woh Maa hai. Par us garmi ne jaane se inkaar kar diya, aur Arjun usse ladta raha, chupchap, andhere mein, jab tak uski aankhon mein aansu na aa gaye. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Usne phone uthaaya. Papa ka last seen dikha raha tha: online. Woh bhi jaag rahe the. Arjun ne keyboard khola, "Papa…" likha, aur phir mita diya. Kya likhta? Ki maine suna? Ki main yahan hoon aur kuch nahi kar pa raha? Usne phone ulta kar ke rakh diya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Bagal wale kamre se ab koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi. Bas kabhi-kabhi Vikram ki bhaari saans, ya bistar ki halki si chur-chur, jab koi karwat leta. Arjun ne socha ki Maa is waqt uski baahon mein hogi, uske seene par sir rakh kar. Shaayad so gayi hogi. Shaayad uski tarah jaag rahi hogi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Raat ke do baje. Phir teen. Bahar garden ki lights band ho gayi. Kahin door ek kutta bhaunka. Arjun ki aankhen chhat par tiki rahi, deewar ke us paar ki khamoshi sunte hue, aur har chhoti si aawaz par uska dil phir se uchhal padta. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Subah ke saadhe chaar baje, jab khidki ke bahar aasmaan halka neela hone laga, tab bhi Arjun ki aankh nahi lagi thi. Neeche se rasoi mein bartan ki pehli khanak aayi, aur saas ki aawaz, "Meera ko uthaana mat abhi, thodi der aur so lene de bechaari ko." Arjun ne aankhen band ki, aur pehli baar us raat, ek chhoti si, kadwi hansi uske hothon par aayi. Usne socha, uski chut. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Bechaari meri maa

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Agli subah bungalow mein sabse pehle Vaishali ki aankh khuli thi. Khidki ke parde ke peeche abhi halka sa neela andhera tha, garden ke gulmohar par chidiyon ki pehli chahchahat shuru hi hui thi, aur master bedroom ke bade se bed par Vikram ab bhi gehri neend mein, apna bhaari haath uski kamar par daale, besudh pada tha. Vaishali ne us haath ko itne dheere se hataya jaise koi bomb hata rahi ho, chupchap uthi, aur bathroom mein jaakar thande paani se naha li. Usne saas ki di hui ek designer peach georgette saree pehni, itni patli ki roshni mein uske badan ki parchhaai jhalakti thi, aur border par halki sunehri sequin chamak rahi thi. Saree naabhi se kaafi neeche bandhi, taaki gori kamar aur gehri naabhi khuli rahe, aur us par ek patli si diamond kamarband. Blouse sleeveless tha, chhota aur tight, peeche sirf ek patli dori se bandha, jisse poori peeth nangi thi. Pallu patla, single plate mein pin kiya hua, jo baar-baar kandhe se phisalta. Kaanon mein chhote diamond tops, kalaai mein saas ke sone ke kangan. Ramesh ke ghar mein toh pallu sir se nahi hatta tha… usne socha, aur aaine mein khud ko dekh kar uske gaal garam ho gaye. Usne maang mein sindoor bhara, mangalsutra ko blouse ke upar theek kiya aur pallu sir par le liya. Aaine mein apni hi aankhon se nazar milaate hue usne ek lambi saans li, kyunki aaj uski pehli rasoi thi, aur use achhi tarah pata tha ki is ghar ki har aurat ki nazar aaj sirf us par aur uske haathon par hogi. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.



Pooja ghar mein diya jala kar, ghanti baja kar aur poore parivaar ke liye adrak-ilaichi wali chai bana kar jab woh tray sajaa rahi thi, tab tak ghar dheere-dheere jaag chuka tha. Saas ne uske sir par haath phera, bua ne "kitni sanskaari bahu laaya hai Vikram" kehkar muskuraaya, aur seedhiyon se utarte Arjun ne bina nazar milaaye chai ka cup le liya. Phir saas ne hall ke beech khade hokar apna faisla sunaaya. Usne socha, uski moan.
"Bahu, aaj teri pehli rasoi hai. Hamare ghar ka rivaaj hai, pehle din bahu sooji ka halwa banati hai, apne haathon se, akele." Unhone deewar par lagi badi si brass ki ghadi ki taraf ishaara kiya, jismein saat bajkar paanch minute ho rahe the. "Aadha ghanta hai bahu, saade saat baje halwa ready chahiye. Sab nashte pe wait karenge. Aur koi madad nahi karega, samjhe sab? Tabhi toh pata chalega ki bahu ke haath mein kitni mithaas hai."
Aurtein hans padi, aur Vaishali ne sir jhuka kar "Ji Maa" kaha aur kitchen ki taraf chal di. Usne socha, uska lund.
Kitchen bada tha, Dadar ke us chhote se 2BHK ke poore drawing room jitna. White marble ka lamba counter, chamakti hui steel ki almariyan, deewar par latakti saaf kalchhiyan aur kone mein laga AC, jo itni thandi hawa phenk raha tha ki yahan garmi ka koi bahana bachta hi nahi tha. Ek taraf ek chhoti si khidki thi jo peeche ke aangan mein khulti thi, aur doosri taraf woh darwaza jo seedha dining area aur hall ki taraf jaata tha, jahan se aurton ki baatein aur hansi saaf sunaai de rahi thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vaishali ne pallu ko sir se utaar kar kamar mein kas ke khons liya, choodiyon ko kalaai par thoda upar chadhaya, aur kadhai gas par chadha di. Ghee ka dabba khola toh desi ghee ki gaadhi, meethi khushboo uski naak mein bhar gayi. Usne do bade chammach ghee kadhai mein daala aur dheemi aanch par use pighalte hue dekhti rahi. Pehle ghee ek safed, jama hua tukda tha, phir uske kinaare paardarshi hone lage, aur dheere-dheere woh poora sunehra, chamakta hua tel ban gaya jismein chhote-chhote bulbule uthne lage. Usne socha, uski moan.
Usne nazar uthaa kar microwave ki digital ghadi dekhi. 7:08.
Sooji ka katora uthaate hue uske haath thode kaanp rahe the, kyunki aaj tak usne Ramesh ke ghar mein na jaane kitni baar halwa banaya tha, lekin kabhi kisi ne use is tarah ghadi dikha kar imtihaan nahi liya tha. Usne sooji kadhai mein daali aur steel ki lambi kalchhi se use ghee mein milaane lagi. Sooji ka rang abhi kachcha, safed-sa tha, aur use pata tha ki use dheere-dheere, bina ruke, tab tak bhunna hai jab tak woh halki sunehri na ho jaaye aur uski khushboo badal na jaaye. Usne socha, uski chut.
Tabhi use laga ki koi use dekh raha hai.



Usne gardan ghuma kar darwaze ki taraf dekha. Vikram darwaze ki chaukhat se kandha tikaaye khada tha, abhi bhi raat wale white kurte-pyjame mein, baal bikhre hue, aur aankhon mein woh jaani-pehchaani bhookh jo use dekhte hi jaag jaati thi. Woh kuch bol nahi raha tha, bas khada-khada uski kamar mein khonse hue pallu ko, peeche se jhalakti nangi kamar ko aur kalchhi chalate uske haathon ki hilti choodiyon ko dekh raha tha. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.
"Aap yahan kya kar rahe ho?" Vaishali ne dabi aawaz mein kaha. "Maa ne kaha hai koi madad nahi karega."
"Madad kaun kar raha hai," Vikram ne muskura kar kaha. "Main toh bas dekh raha hoon ki meri biwi pehli rasoi mein kitni sexy lagti hai." Usne socha, uska lund.
"Shhh… dheere bolo," usne ghabra kar hall ki taraf dekha. "Jaao yahan se, Vikram. Please."
Vikram hansa aur chala gaya. Vaishali ne raahat ki saans li aur sooji par dhyaan lagaaya, lekin uska dil ab bhi tez dhadak raha tha, aur use khud samajh nahi aa raha tha ki woh dhadkan darr ki thi ya kisi aur cheez ki. Usne socha, uski moan.
7:11. Sooji ke daane ab ghee mein ek-ek karke alag hone lage the, aur unka rang safed se halka kreem ho chuka tha.
Hall se saas ki aawaz aayi, "Bahu! Elaichi upar wali almari mein hai, doosre khaane mein. Mil gayi?"
"Ji Maa, mil gayi," Vaishali ne zor se jawab diya, aur thik usi pal use apni kamar par ek ungli mehsoos hui. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Woh ekdam akad gayi. Vikram phir aa gaya tha, kab aaya use pata hi nahi chala tha, aur ab woh theek uske peeche khada tha, itna paas ki uske kurte ka kapda uski peeth ko chhu raha tha. Uski ek ungli uski nangi kamar par, pallu aur petticoat ke beech ki us patli si naram patti par, bahut dheere-dheere upar-neeche phir rahi thi. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
"Vikram…" uski aawaz kaanp gayi. "Abhi Maa ki aawaz suni na? Woh yahin hain."
"Toh?" usne uske kaan ke paas phusphusaya, aur uski garam saans uski gardan ke baalon ko hila gayi. "Woh hall mein hain. Hum yahan hain." Usne socha, uski moan.
"Vikram nahi… koi dekh lega…"
Uski ungli ab kamar se sarak kar uski naabhi ke kinaare tak aa gayi thi, aur Vaishali ne kalchhi ko itni zor se pakda ki uski ungliyon ke pore safed pad gaye. Uska dimaag keh raha tha ki use mud kar use dhakka dena chahiye, lekin uska jism wahin, us garam ungli ke neeche, jaise jam sa gaya tha. Usne socha, uski chut.
Phir Vikram ne jhuk kar uske baayein collarbone par, theek us kaale til par, apne honth rakh diye.
Woh til, jise Ramesh ne bees saal mein shaayad do baar dhyaan se dekha tha, Vikram ka sabse pasandida nishaana tha. Uske honth wahan ruke, halke se chuse, aur Vaishali ke munh se ek patli si "sss" nikal gayi. Uski aankhein ek pal ko band ho gayin, aur usi pal uske dimaag mein Arjun ka chehra kaundh gaya, wahi chehra jo subah chai ka cup lete hue usse nazrein chura raha tha. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.
Arjun isi ghar mein hai. Mera beta. Agar woh paani lene bhi aa gaya toh…
Usne kalchhi kadhai mein chhodi, mudi aur dono haathon se Vikram ke seene par dhakka diya. "Bas! Jaao yahan se. Sach mein, Vikram, main mazaak nahi kar rahi. Abhi nahi, raat ko kar lena. Raat ko jo marzi kar lena, main kuch nahi kahungi. Abhi jaao, please." Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Vikram ne uski aankhon mein dekha, jahan sach mein darr tha, aur ek pal ke liye uski muskaan halki padi. Usne haath utha kar maan liya, "Theek hai, theek hai, meri sanskaari bahu," aur darwaze se baahar nikal gaya. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vaishali wapas kadhai ki taraf mudi. Sooji ke kinaare halke se bhure hone lage the, aur usne ghabra kar jaldi-jaldi kalchhi chalaayi aur aanch thodi aur dheemi kar di. Uski saansein ab bhi tez thi, aur apni hi chhaati ki uthti-girti dhadkan use saaf sunaai de rahi thi. Sabse zyada sharam use is baat ki thi ki Vikram ke jaate hi uske jism mein ek ajeeb si khaali-si kasak reh gayi thi, jaise kuch adhoora chhoot gaya ho. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
7:15. Sooji ab halki sunehri ho chuki thi, aur kitchen mein woh bhuni hui, meethi, nutty khushboo phailne lagi thi jo har ghar ki shaadi aur pooja ki yaad dila deti hai.
Darwaze par ek halki si aahat hui aur Vaishali ka dil uchhal kar gale mein aa gaya. Lekin is baar Vikram nahi tha. Vikram ki ek chachi, bhaari sone ki choodiyan pehne aur munh mein paan dabaaye, andar jhaanki. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, usne dekha.
"Bahu, ek gilaas thanda paani de de zara. Aur haan, chashni ke liye cheeni zyada mat daalna, Bhabhi ji ko sugar hai."




"Ji Chachi ji," Vaishali ne fridge se botal nikaal kar gilaas bhar ke diya. Chachi ne paani peete-peete kadhai mein jhaanka aur sir hilaaya, "Rang achha aa raha hai. Bas jalne mat dena, pehli rasoi mein halwa jal jaaye toh poore saal taane sunne padte hain." Woh hansti hui chali gayi. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.

Vaishali ne saans chhodi aur gas ke paas ek doosre chhote bhagone mein paani, cheeni aur elaichi daal kar chashni chadha di. Ab uske dono haath kaam mein the, ek haath se sooji bhun rahi thi, doosre se chashni chala rahi thi, aur dimaag mein sirf ghadi ki sui ghoom rahi thi. Usne socha, uski moan.

Phir peeche se kitchen ka darwaza khula, aur is baar halke se "klik" ki aawaz ke saath band bhi hua.

Use mud kar dekhne ki zaroorat nahi padi. Uski kamar par do mazboot haath lipte, aur ek bhaari, garam jism uski peeth se chipak gaya. Vikram ne apni thhodi uske kandhe par tikaa di aur uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, "Maine socha… raat bahut door hai." Usne socha, uska lund.

"Vikram, tum phir…" Uski aawaz mein gussa kam aur beebasi zyada thi. "Darwaza…"

"Band kar diya." Uska ek haath ab dheere-dheere pallu ke neeche sarak raha tha, uske naram pet par, naabhi ke chaaron taraf chhote-chhote gol ghoomte hue, aur phir aur upar, blouse ke neeche ki us garam jagah tak jahan uske seene ka bhaar shuru hota tha. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

"Koi aa jaayega… Chachi abhi paani lene aayi thi… Maa ne do baar aawaz di hai…" Woh bol rahi thi, lekin uski kamar khud-ba-khud peeche ki taraf, Vikram ke jism ki taraf, jhuk rahi thi, aur use isi baat par sabse zyada ghussa aa raha tha. "Vikram nahi… abhi nahi, raat ko kar lena… please…" Usne socha, uski moan.

"Raat ko bhi karunga," usne uski gardan par honth ragadte hue kaha. "Abhi sirf thoda sa. Bas tujhe chakhna hai. Pehli rasoi ka pehla meetha main khud chakhunga."

Uske is gande se vaakya par Vaishali ke gaal jal uthe. Usne sir hilaya, "Pagal ho tum…" lekin uske honth ab kaanp rahe the. Vikram ne uske pallu ke neeche se haath nikaal kar dheere se uske chehre ko apni taraf ghumaaya aur uski aankhon mein dekha. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.

"Bol na. Agar sach mein nahi chahti toh main chala jaata hoon. Abhi, isi waqt."

Woh pal sabse lamba tha. Kadhai mein sooji chatak rahi thi, chashni mein ubaal aa raha tha, hall se kisi cousin ki hansi aa rahi thi, aur Vaishali uski aankhon mein dekhte hue apne hi andar jhaank rahi thi. Use darr lag raha tha, sharam aa rahi thi, Arjun ka khayal use kaat raha tha, lekin un sab ke neeche ek aur sach tha jise woh chahe jitna dabaaye, woh dabta nahi tha. Uska jism Vikram ko chahta tha, abhi, yahin. Usne socha, uski chut.

Usne aankhein jhuka li aur bahut dheemi aawaz mein kaha, "Jaldi… bas jaldi karna. Aur aawaz mat karna."

Vikram ki aankhein chamak uthi.

7:18.

Vikram dheere-dheere uske peeche ghutno ke bal baith gaya. Itni dheere ki Vaishali ko uske har inch ka neeche jaana mehsoos hua, pehle uski saans kamar par, phir kamar se neeche koolhon par saree ke upar se, phir jaanghon ke peeche. Kitchen ka marble ka farsh thanda tha aur Vaishali ke nange pairon ke talve us thandak ko apne andar kheench rahe the, jabki upar gas ki aanch uske chehre ko tapa rahi thi. Woh beech mein khadi thi, upar garmi aur neeche thand, aur dono ke beech uska kaanpta hua jism. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Vikram ke haath uske takhnon par aaye. Usne saree ke kinaare ko pakda aur bahut dheere, ek-ek parat karke, upar uthana shuru kiya. Pehle saree ki georgette ki parat uski pindliyon se sarki, phir uske neeche ka satin ka petticoat. Uski ungliyan kapde ke saath-saath uski nangi pindliyon par chadh rahi thi, ghutno ke peeche ki naram, gudgudi wali jagah par ruki, aur Vaishali ki kalchhi wali kalaai ek pal ko thithak gayi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

"Vikram…" usne phusphusaya, aadhi minnat aur aadhi ichchha ke saath.

Kapda ab uski jaanghon par chadh raha tha. AC ki thandi hawa jab un garam, nangi jaanghon ko chhuti toh uske poore badan mein sihran daud gayi aur rongte khade ho gaye. Vikram ne saree aur petticoat dono ko kamar tak samet diya aur ek haath se wahin pakad liya, aur ab Vaishali counter ke saamne kamar se neeche lagbhag nangi khadi thi, sirf ek patli si skin colour ki cotton panty uske bhaari, gol koolhon par chipki hui thi. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.

Vikram ne kuch der kuch nahi kiya. Bas dekhta raha. Vaishali ko uski nazar apne koolhon par jalti hui mehsoos ho rahi thi, aur yeh intezaar use chhoone se bhi zyada pagal kar raha tha. Phir usne uski jaangh ke peeche, panty ke kinaare ke theek neeche, ek lamba, geela kiss kiya. Usne socha, uska lund.

"Mmh…" Vaishali ne apna honth daanton mein daba liya.

Uski garam saans ab panty ke patle kapde ke upar se uski choot ko chhoo rahi thi, aur Vaishali ko mehsoos ho raha tha ki woh kapda pehle se hi geela ho chuka hai. Is sach se use itni sharam aayi ki usne aankhein band kar li. *Kab se? Jab usne til ko chooma tha tab se? Ya jab woh darwaze par khada tha tab se?* Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Vikram ne ek ungli panty ke kinaare mein phansaayi aur use dheere se ek taraf sarka diya. Phir usne dono haathon se uske koolhon ko pakda aur halke se alag kiya.

Hall se saas ki aawaz aayi, "Bahu! Kitna hua?"

Vaishali ka poora jism patthar ho gaya. Vikram bhi ruk gaya, lekin uske haath wahin rahe. Vaishali ne gala saaf kiya aur jitna ho sake normal aawaz mein chillaayi, "Bas Maa… sooji bhun gayi hai… chashni daalne wali hoon!" Usne socha, uski chut.

"Achha achha, dhyaan se!"

Uske jawab ka aakhri shabd abhi hawa mein hi tha ki Vikram ki garam, geeli zubaan ne peeche se uski choot ko pehli baar chhua. Usne socha, usne dekha.

"Aahh—" aah aadhi hi nikli thi ki usne kamar se pallu ka kona kheencha aur use munh mein thoons liya.

Vikram ne jaldbaazi nahi ki. Uski zubaan ne neeche se upar tak, bahut dheere, ek lamba, chauda sa lick kiya, uske naram, sooje hue hothon ko alag karte hue, andar ki garmi ko chaat-te hue, aur upar jaakar ruk gayi. Phir wahi dobara. Aur phir dobara. Har lick pehle se dheema, pehle se gehra. Vaishali ke ghutne jhukne lage aur usne doosre haath se counter ka thanda marble ka kinara pakad liya. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

*Nahi… yeh galat hai… yeh meri pehli rasoi hai… bhagwan ka bhog banna hai is halwe se…* Uska dimaag cheekh raha tha, lekin uski kamar uske dimaag ki nahi sun rahi thi. Woh khud-ba-khud thodi aur jhuk gayi, koolhe thode aur peeche nikal aaye, taaki Vikram ko aur jagah mile. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Uske haath ne apne aap kalchhi chalaana jaari rakha. Use pata tha ki agar kalchhi ruki toh sooji jal jaayegi, aur is ehsaas ne us pal ko aur bhi paagal bana diya. Ek haath se woh apni saas ke rivaaj ka halwa bana rahi thi, aur neeche uska pati uski choot chaat raha tha. Ghee ki khushboo, kadhai se uthti garam bhaap, chashni ki meethi mehek, aur neeche se uthti woh doosri, geeli garmi, sab mil kar uska sir ghuma rahe the. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, usne dekha.

7:21. Chashni mein ubaal aa gaya tha.

"Chashni…" usne pallu ke peeche se ghuti hui aawaz mein kaha.

Vikram ne ek pal ko zubaan hatayi aur neeche se hi hanste hue phusphusaya, "Daal de. Main ruk nahi raha."

Kaanpte haathon se Vaishali ne chashni ka bhagona uthaya aur dheere-dheere sooji mein daala. Chhann-chhann ki tez aawaz ke saath bhaap ka ek bada sa baadal utha aur uske chehre se takraya, aur thik usi pal Vikram ne apne honth uski choot par pura chipka diye aur choosa. Vaishali ki aankhein palat gayi aur bhagona uske haath se lagbhag chhoot gaya. Usne use kisi tarah gas ke paas rakha aur kalchhi se halwe ko jaldi-jaldi chalane lagi, jo ab sooji se halwa banne laga tha, gaadha, sunehra aur chamakdaar. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Tabhi bahar, dining area mein, kisi ke pairon ki aahat hui. Kisi cousin ki aawaz aayi, "Bhabhi ka halwa kab aayega? Bhookh lag rahi hai yaar!" Aur kadmon ki aawaz dheere-dheere kitchen ke darwaze ki taraf aane lagi. Usne socha, uski chut.

Vaishali ki saans ruk gayi. Vikram bhi ruk gaya. Kitchen mein sirf halwe ki khadbad thi. Kadam darwaze ke theek bahar aakar ruke… phir kisi ne door se aawaz di, "Rohit, idhar aa, Dadi bula rahi hain," aur kadam wapas chale gaye. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.

Vaishali ne pallu munh se nikaal kar kaanpti saans li. "Vikram… bas… ab bas karo… dekha na, abhi koi aa jaata…"

Lekin Vikram ne jawab mein sirf apni zubaan ki nok uske daane par rakh di, jo ab tak phool kar sakht aur bechain ho chuka tha, aur use bahut dheere, chhote-chhote golon mein ghumaane laga. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Aur us pal Vaishali ki saari ladaai haar gayi.

"Mmmhh…" uske munh se aawaz nikli, lekin is baar usne use roka nahi. Uski jo ungliyan ek pal pehle use dhakelne ke liye peeche gayi thi, woh ab uske baalon mein ulajh gayi. Aur phir uske munh se woh nikla jiski use khud ummeed nahi thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.




"Thoda upar…" usne itni dheemi aawaz mein kaha ki shaayad hawa ne bhi na suna ho. Vikram ne zubaan thodi upar sarkayi. "Haan… haan wahi… wahin… wahin rehna…" Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.
Main yeh kya bol rahi hoon? Ek bahu, apni pehli rasoi mein, saas ke ghar mein, khade-khade apne pati ko bata rahi hai ki kahan chaatna hai. Yeh khayal aate hi sharam ki ek garam lehar uske seene se pet tak daudi, aur usi sharam ke saath uski choot aur zyada geeli ho gayi, itni ki use apna ras jaanghon ke andar ki taraf behta mehsoos hua. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne uske koolhe aur kas ke pakde, aur ab woh pehle se tez chaat raha tha, chhote, bhookhe, lagaataar licks, beech-beech mein ruk kar poore daane ko hothon mein lekar choosta, phir chhodta, phir chaatta. Kitchen mein ab sirf teen aawazein thi, kalchhi ki steel kadhai par khat-khat, Vikram ke chaatne ki geeli chap-chap, aur Vaishali ki dabi hui, toot-ti siskaariyan. Usne socha, uska lund.
"Aur chaato…" usne baalon ko mutthi mein bhar kar uska munh apni taraf kheencha. "Ruko mat… please… ruko mat…"
Ab woh uska sir khud apni choot par daba rahi thi, apni kamar ko uske munh par aage-peeche ghuma rahi thi, aur uska jism ab bilkul uske kaabu mein nahi tha. Vikram ne do ungliyan bhi andar sarka di, dheere se, gehri, aur unhe andar mod kar woh jagah dhoondh li jahan chhoone se uski taangein jawab de jaati thi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, usne dekha.
"Aahh… Vikram…" usne phir pallu daanton mein daba liya. "Mmmhh… mmmhhh…"
Halwa ab ghee chhodne laga tha, kadhai ke kinaaron se chamakdaar sunehra ghee alag ho raha tha, aur use pata tha ki bas do-teen minute aur, aur phir yeh jalne lagega. Halwa jal jaayega, usne socha, aur Vikram ki ungliyon ki agli dhakke par uske dimaag ne baaki vaakya poora kar diya, …aur main bhi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
7:25.
Uski jaanghein kaanpne lagi thi. Pet ke andar kahin gehre mein ek garam gaanth kasti ja rahi thi, har lick ke saath aur tight, aur tight. Uska ek haath ab bhi kalchhi chala raha tha, lekin bina soche, bas aadat se. Doosra haath Vikram ke baalon mein itni zor se kasa tha ki use dard ho raha hoga, lekin woh ruk nahi raha tha. Usne socha, uski chut.
"Vikram… main… main aa rahi hoon…" pallu ke peeche se uski aawaz aayi. "Ruko mat… bas wahi… wahi… haan… haan…"
Vikram ne ungliyan tez ki aur hothon se uska daana kas ke choos liya. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Aur tab woh gaanth toot gayi.
Vaishali ka poora jism akad gaya. Uski kamar dhanush ki tarah tan gayi, ungliyan Vikram ke baalon mein aur counter ke kinaare par jam gayi, aur pallu daanton mein dabaaye-dabaaye woh ek lambi, kaanpti, ghuti hui siskaari ke saath jhad gayi. Lehar pe lehar aayi, uski choot baar-baar Vikram ki ungliyon par sikudti rahi, garam ras uski jaanghon par beh nikla, aur uski taangein itni kaanp rahi thi ki agar Vikram ne uske koolhe na pakde hote toh woh wahin thande farsh par gir jaati. Kuch palon ke liye use na kadhai dikh rahi thi, na ghadi, na koi rivaaj, bas ek safed, garam khaalipan jismein woh tair rahi thi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.
Jo cheez Vaishali nahi jaanti thi, aur Vikram ko kabhi pata nahi chala, woh yeh thi ki kuch minute pehle, jab cousin ke kadam darwaze se lautey the, tab ek aur parchhaai wahan ruki thi. Arjun paani ki khaali botal lekar kitchen ki taraf aaya tha. Darwaza poora band nahi hua tha, latch theek se nahi baitha tha, aur ek ungli bhar ki daraar se usne ek pal ke liye andar dekha tha. Kamar tak uthi peach saree, ghutno ke bal baitha Vikram, aur munh mein pallu dabaaye, aankhein band kiye, uski maa. Woh ek pal tha, sirf ek pal, aur usne nazar hata li thi, botal ko seene se chipkaaye ulte pair laut gaya tha, aur dining area ke kone mein jaakar khidki ke paas khada ho gaya tha, jahan uske kaanon mein apne hi dil ki dhadkan ke siwa kuch sunaai nahi de raha tha. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Vikram dheere se khada hua, uski saree ko neeche giraaya aur apne honth haath ke peeche se ponchhe. Uski aankhon mein woh jeet thi jo use hamesha kisi bhi cheez ko haasil karne ke baad milti thi. Usne uske kaan mein kaha, "Ab halwa meetha banega," aur uski gardan par ek aakhri kiss karke usi tarah chupchap darwaza kholkar bahar nikal gaya. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vaishali kuch pal tak hil hi nahi paayi. Phir jaise kisi ne use jhinjhod diya ho, uski nazar kadhai par padi. Halwe ke kinaare gehre bhure hone lage the aur ek halki si jali hui mehek uthne hi wali thi. Usne ghabra kar gas band ki, kalchhi se poore halwe ko tezi se palta, neeche chipka hissa khurcha aur use upar ke sunehre halwe mein mila diya. Ek chammach chakh kar dekha. Meetha tha, ghee mein dooba hua, elaichi ki halki si mehek ke saath. Bach gaya tha. Bas bach gaya tha. Usne socha, uski chut.
Usne microwave ki ghadi dekhi. 7:27. Teen minute.
Kaanpte haathon se usne petticoat ka naada theek kiya, saree ki pleats dobara seedhi ki, aur jaanghon ke beech ki geeli chipchipahat ko kitchen ke towel se jaldi se ponchha, aur yeh karte hue use itni sharam aayi ki uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Phir usne kamar se pallu nikala, jo ab daanton ke nishaanon se geela aur muda hua tha, use jhatak kar seedha kiya aur sir par le liya. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.
Deewar par latakti ek badi si chamakti steel ki thaali mein use apna chehra dikha. Gaal laal tamatar jaise, maathe aur ooparee hont par paseene ki chhoti-chhoti boondein, sindoor thoda sa phail gaya tha, aur aankhon mein ek aisi chamak aur dhundh ek saath thi jo use khud pehchaan mein nahi aayi. Yeh main hoon? Pehli rasoi mein bhagwan ke bhog ka halwa banane wali bahu? Usne ungli se sindoor theek kiya, pallu ke kone se paseena ponchha, aur do lambi saansein li. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Phir halwe ko ek badi chandi ki katori mein nikaala, upar se kaaju-badaam aur kishmish sajaaye, aur tray uthaa kar bahar nikli.




Dining area ke darwaze par hi Arjun khada tha, khidki ke paas, botal ab bhi haath mein. Usne use dekha, aur Vaishali ke kadam ek pal ko ruk gaye. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
"Bhabhi… aap theek ho?" usne dheere se poocha, aur uski aawaz mein kuch aisa tha jo Vaishali ko pehli baar sunaai diya. "Chehra itna laal kyun hai?"
"Kuch… kuch nahi," usne nazrein chura kar kaha. "Andar bahut garmi thi… gas ke paas khade-khade paseena aa gaya. Aur aankh mein thoda dhuaan chala gaya." Usne socha, uska lund.
Arjun ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski nazar ek pal ke liye kitchen ke us AC par gayi jiski thandi hawa darwaze se bahar tak aa rahi thi, phir uski maa ke geele, mude hue pallu par, phir uske chehre par. Woh nazar bas ek pal ki thi, lekin us pal mein Vaishali ko laga ki woh sab jaanta hai. Phir Arjun ne nazar jhuka li, side ho gaya aur use raasta de diya. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Vaishali tray lekar aage badh gayi, aur use apni peeth par apne bete ki nazar tab tak jalti hui mehsoos hoti rahi jab tak woh dining table tak nahi pahunch gayi. Usne socha, uski moan.
Table par poora parivaar baitha tha. Saas beech wali kursi par, bua, chachi, cousins aur Vikram, jo ab saaf kurta pehen kar aur baal sanwaar kar aise baitha tha jaise subah se akhbaar padh raha ho. Vaishali ne sabse pehle bhagwan ke liye ek chhoti katori alag rakhi, phir saas ki plate mein halwa parosa, phir badon ki, aur aakhir mein Vikram ki. Usne socha, uski chut.
Saas ne pehla chammach munh mein daala, aankhein band ki, aur phir unke chehre par muskaan phail gayi. "Waah bahu! Pehli rasoi mein itna meetha!" Unhone poori table ki taraf dekha. "Dekha sabne? Ghee bhi barabar, sooji bhi sahi bhuni hai, aur cheeni bhi utni hi jitni honi chahiye."
"Sach mein bahu, bahut badhiya bana hai," chachi ne kaha, aur cousins ne bhi muh bhar ke "Bhabhi, ek aur dena!" kehna shuru kar diya. Usne socha, uski moan.
Saas ne apni kalaai se ek moti si sone ki kangan utaari, Vaishali ka haath pakda aur use khud pehna diya. "Yeh meri saas ne mujhe pehli rasoi par diya tha. Aaj se yeh teri. Ghar ki mithaas ab tere haathon mein hai, Meera."
Vaishali ne jhuk kar unke pair chhue aur dhire se "Thank you Maa" kaha, lekin uske gale mein kuch atak gaya. Kangan ka thanda, bhaari sona uski kalaai par aise baitha jaise koi muhar. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Tabhi Vikram ne apna chammach rakha, seedha uski aankhon mein dekha, aur dheere se, har shabd ko chakhte hue kaha, "Halwa bohot meetha hai."
Table par kisi ne kuch nahi samjha. Sab hans rahe the, kha rahe the, tareef kar rahe the. Lekin Vaishali ke gaal phir se jal uthe, usne nazrein jhuka li aur pallu ko aur neeche kheench liya. Aur table ke doosre kone par baitha Arjun apni plate mein rakhe halwe ko chammach se bas idhar-udhar karta raha, aur usne ek bhi nivaala munh mein nahi daala.

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Halwe ki tareefon ke baad nashta shuru hua toh dining hall ka maahaul aur bhi garam ho gaya. Lambi teak ki table par chaandi ki plates lagi thi, beech mein garma garam aloo ke paranthe, safed makhan ki katori, poha, dahi aur kesar wali chai ka bada sa thermos rakha tha. Khidkiyon se subah ki sunehri dhoop andar aa rahi thi aur us dhoop mein Vaishali ki peach georgette saree ka sequin border har baar chamak uthta jab woh kisi ki plate mein paratha rakhne ke liye jhukti. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.

Saree pehle hi naabhi se kaafi neeche bandhi thi, aur jab woh jhukti toh patla sa pallu kandhe se sarak kar uski baanh par aa jaata. Sleeveless dori blouse ki peeth poori khuli thi, bas do patli doriyan uski chikni gori kamar par ek gaanth mein bandhi thi, aur us gaanth ke neeche diamond kamarband uski kamar ke ghumaav ko aur ubhaar raha tha. Har baar jab pallu sarakta, woh use jaldi se wapas kandhe par rakhti, lekin do minute baad woh phir neeche hota. Usne socha, uski moan.

Vaishali ke dimaag mein wahi baat ghoom rahi thi jo kal se ghoom rahi thi. *Ramesh ke ghar mein toh pallu sir se nahi hatta tha. Wahan saas ke saamne aankh utha kar baat bhi nahi karti thi. Aur yahan... yahan yeh log chahte hain ki bahu aisi dikhe, jaise kisi magazine ke cover se nikal kar aayi ho.* Usne socha, uska lund.

Kal raat Vikram ki maa ne jab use yeh saree di thi, tab bhi unhone yahi kaha tha, "Meera, hamare ghar ki bahu ko kabhi behenji jaisa mat dikhna. Log dekhte hain. Deshmukh khandaan ki bahu ho, thoda style rakho." Aur Vaishali ne chupchaap sar hila diya tha. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Lekin asli museebat saree nahi thi. Asli museebat uski gardan thi.

Subah nahaate waqt usne aaine mein dekha tha. Gardan ki baayin taraf, kaan ke thoda neeche, do gehre laal-baingani nishaan the, aur ek nishaan chhati par, uske til ke bilkul paas. Kal raat Vikram ne jaan boojh kar wahan daant gadaaye the, aur jab usne roka tha toh woh hans kar bola tha, "Taaki sabko pata chale ki Meera kiski hai." Usne concealer lagaya tha, baal us taraf khule chhod diye the, lekin sleeveless blouse aur patle pallu ke saath kuch bhi poori tarah chhupta nahi tha. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.

Woh chachi ki plate mein poha daal rahi thi jab achanak uske baal kandhe se peeche gire.

Chachi ki nazar seedhi wahin gayi. Unke haath mein chai ka cup ruk gaya, aur unke honthon par ek dheemi si, sharaarti muskaan phail gayi. Unhone kohni se apni bagal mein baithi Vikram ki mausi ko halka sa dhakka diya aur aankhon se ishaara kiya. Usne socha, uski moan.

Mausi ne bhi dekha, aur unhone munh par haath rakh liya. "Haaye Ram," woh dheere se boli, lekin itna dheere bhi nahi ki table ke aadhe log na sun paaye.

Vaishali ko samajhne mein ek second laga. Phir uska haath apne aap gardan par gaya, aur uska poora chehra ek pal mein laal ho gaya. Usne jaldi se baal wapas aage kiye. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

"Arre bahu, chhupa kyon rahi ho?" chachi ne chai ka ghoont lete hue kaha, aawaz mein poori shararat. "Hum bhi kabhi nayi bahu the. Hamare zamaane mein bhi machhar kaat-te the." Unhone 'machhar' shabd par itna zor diya ki do cousins khi-khi karke hans padi. Usne socha, uski chut.

"Bada zaalim machhar hai is ghar mein," mausi ne jod diya, aur Vikram ki taraf tirchhi nazar se dekha. "Sirf ek raat mein itna kaam kar diya."

Poori table thahaakon se goonj uthi. Vikram ne bina sharmaaye paratha todte hue kandhe uchkaaye, jaise uska is maamle se koi lena dena hi na ho, lekin uski aankhon mein ek ghamandi chamak thi. Woh Vaishali ki taraf dekh kar muskuraya, aur woh muskaan saaf keh rahi thi, *dekha, maine kaha tha na.* Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Vaishali ne nazrein neeche kar li. Uske kaan jal rahe the. Usne pallu ko gardan ke paas kheench kar lapetne ki koshish ki, lekin patli georgette ke paar nishaan aur bhi saaf dikhne lage, jaise kisi ne laal syahi se uski chamdi par likh diya ho. Ek pal ke liye use itni sharm aayi ki man kiya zameen phat jaaye. Lekin usi sharm ke neeche ek ajeeb sa, garam sa ehsaas bhi tha. Kal raat ki yaadein, Vikram ke honth uski gardan par, uski ungliyan saree ke andar, aur takiye mein dabi apni chhoti si cheekh, sab ek saath uske jism mein daud gayi. Uski jaanghein table ke neeche apne aap ek doosre se chipak gayi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, usne dekha.

Aur tabhi usne mehsoos kiya ki koi use dekh raha hai.

Table ke doosre kone par Arjun baitha tha. Uske haath mein chammach ab bhi wahi tha, halwa ab bhi plate mein waisa ka waisa pada tha. Lekin uski aankhein Vaishali ki gardan par tiki thi. Ek second ke liye dono ki nazrein mili. Arjun ki aankhon mein na gussa tha, na sharaarat. Bas ek khaali, chubhti hui chuppi thi. Phir usne nazar hata li aur khidki ke bahar dekhne laga. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

Vaishali ke seene mein kuch kasak gaya. *Usne kal raat sab suna hoga,* usne socha. *Deewar itni patli thi... payal ki aawaz... woh ek aawaz jo mujhse nikal gayi...* Usne apne honth daanton se daba liye. Usne socha, uski panty.

"Achha achha, bas karo sab," saas ne bade pyaar se dant kar kaha, lekin unke chehre par bhi khushi saaf thi. "Bechaari nayi hai, sharmaa rahi hai. Meera, tu baith, kha le kuch. Subah se khadi hai."

Vaishali ne Vikram ki bagal wali kursi par baithi. Baithte hi Vikram ka haath table ke neeche aaya aur uski jaangh par saree ke upar se tik gaya. Usne garam hatheli se dheere se jaangh daba di. Vaishali ne chupke se uska haath hataane ki koshish ki, lekin usne ungliyan aur kas di, aur paratha chabaate hue, bina uski taraf dekhe, dheere se kaha, "Sab tumhari hi baat kar rahe hain. Mazaa aa raha hai na?" Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

"Chup raho," usne honth hilaaye bina phusphusaaya. "Sab dekh lenge."

"Dekhne do," Vikram ne kaha, aur uski ungli saree ki silvat ke saath jaangh ke andar ki taraf ek inch aur badh gayi. "Biwi hai meri."

Vaishali ne apni chai ka cup itni zor se pakda ki ungliyan safed ho gayi. Uski saans tez ho gayi thi, aur woh poori koshish kar rahi thi ki chehre par kuch na dikhe, jabki saamne baithi chachi abhi bhi rasoi ki baatein kar rahi thi. Vikram ka haath wahin ruka raha, garam aur bhaari, poore nashte bhar. Har baar jab koi Vaishali se kuch poochta, uski ungli thodi si hilti, aur use jawab dete waqt apni aawaz ko sambhalna padta. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, uska lund.

Thodi der baad Vikram ki badi bua, jo ab tak chup chaap sab dekh rahi thi, apna chashma theek karte hue boli, "Ek baat kahun Vikram? Bahu toh bahut sundar mili hai tujhe. Aur samajhdaar bhi lagti hai."

"Thank you bua," Vikram ne muskura kar kaha.

"Lekin," bua ne chai ka cup rakha, aur poori table chup ho gayi, jaise sab jaante the ki ab kuch aane wala hai. "Meera tujhse badi hai na? Kitni... das saal?"

Hall mein ek pal ke liye sannata chha gaya. Usne socha, usne dekha.

Vaishali ka dil zor se dhadka. Kagaz par woh adtees ki thi, Vikram atthaais ka. Aur asal mein woh bayaalis ki thi. Yeh baat is table par sirf use aur Arjun ko pata thi. Usne apni ungliyan saree ki silvaton mein chhupa li. Usne socha, uski moan.

"Haan bua, das saal," Vikram ne bade aaram se kaha, jaise koi badi baat hi na ho. "Toh?"

"Toh kuch nahi beta," bua ne haath hilaaya. "Main toh bas itna keh rahi hoon ki der mat karna. Ladki ki umar badhti hai toh phir mushkil hoti hai. Adtees ki ho gayi hai. Abhi time hai, jaldi bacche kar lo."

Aur jaise kisi ne bandh tod diya ho, poori table bol padi. Usne socha, uski chut.

"Haan sahi keh rahi hain bua," chachi ne turant haan mein haan milayi. "Agle saal tak toh ghar mein kilkaari goonjni chahiye."

"Meri toh shaadi ke saal bhar mein Bunty aa gaya tha," mausi ne yaad kiya. "Aur Meera ko dekh kar toh lagta hai machhar wala kaam bhi zor shor se chal raha hai." Phir se sab hans pade. Usne socha, uski panty.

"Bhabhi, beta chahiye ya beti?" ek cousin ne aankh maar kar poocha.

Vaishali ka gala sookh gaya. Use laga jaise koi uske seene par baith gaya ho. *Beta.* Uska beta yahin baitha tha, isi table par, das kadam door, apni plate mein halwa ghuma raha tha. Uska tees saal ka nahi, teyees saal ka jawan beta, jise yeh sab log 'Meera ka bhatija' samajhte the. Use laga jaise abhi koi uski taraf ungli utha kar sach chilla dega. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.

Usne Arjun ki taraf dekhne ki himmat nahi ki. Lekin kursi ke kheenchne ki halki si aawaz aayi. Arjun uth khada hua tha.

"Excuse me," usne dheemi aawaz mein kaha. "Mera ek call hai."

"Arre Arjun beta, kuch khaya hi nahi tumne," saas ne kaha.

"Bhook nahi hai aunty. Thank you." Aur woh bina kisi ki taraf dekhe hall se bahar chala gaya. Usne socha, uska lund.

Kisi ne dhyaan nahi diya. Baatein phir se bacchon ke naamon par chali gayi. Lekin Vaishali ne dekha ki darwaaze par jaate hue Arjun ki mutthi kas kar band thi. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uske haath mein.

Vikram ne table ke neeche uski jaangh phir se dabaayi, aur uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar, sab ke beech, dheere se bola, "Suna? Sab yahi chahte hain. Maa bhi. Toh mehnat toh karni padegi na, Meera." Uske garam saans uski gardan ke nishaanon par padi aur Vaishali ki reedh ki haddi mein ek sihran daud gayi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.

"Haan, mehnat toh karni padegi," usne aakhirkaar muskura kar sabke saamne kaha, jaise woh bas sharmaati hui nayi bahu ho. Table ne taaliyaan bajayi. Lekin andar hi andar uska dil kaanp raha tha, aur uski aankhein baar baar us khaali darwaaze ki taraf ja rahi thi jahan se Arjun gaya tha. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uski panty. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.



Dopahar tak poora bungalow mehmaanon se bhar gaya tha. Pados ki aunties, Vikram ke papa ke purane business dost ki biwiyan, club wali ladies, sab nayi bahu ko dekhne aayi thi. Drawing room mein velvet ke sofe lage the, crystal ka jhoomar latak raha tha, aur beech ki table par dry fruits aur mithaiyon ki chaandi ki thaaliyaan sajaayi gayi thi. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.
Saas ne Vaishali ko dopahar ke liye saree badalne bheja tha. "Peach subah ke liye theek tha bahu. Ab kuch aisa pehno ki club wali Mrs. Khanna ki aankhein phat jaayein," unhone aankh maar kar kaha tha. Usne socha, uski moan.
Toh ab Vaishali emerald green organza saree mein thi. Organza itna patla tha ki roshni mein uske neeche ki kamar ki gori chamdi saaf jhalak rahi thi. Saree ko maid ne khud usi tarah baandha tha jaise Mumbai ki high society ladies baandhti hain, naabhi se do ungal neeche, pleats ekdum kadak, aur pallu ek patli si lakeer ki tarah kandhe par, jo seene ko dhakta kam aur dikhaata zyaada tha. Blouse halterneck tha, gale mein bandha hua, kandhe aur baahein poori nangi, aur peeth par sirf ek patli diamond chain latak rahi thi jo har kadam par uski reedh ki haddi ke upar jhoolti. Kaanon mein emerald ke bade jhumke, gale mein Vikram ka diya diamond mangalsutra, aur kalaai par saas ka diya sone ka kangan. Heels ki wajah se uski chaal mein ek halki si lachak aa gayi thi jo pehle kabhi nahi thi. Usne socha, uska lund.
Jab woh seedhiyon se neeche utri, toh drawing room ki baatein ek pal ke liye ruk gayi.
"Oh my God, Mrs. Deshmukh," club wali Mrs. Khanna ne apna wine glass neeche rakhte hue kaha, "aapki bahu toh kisi actress se kam nahi hai. Kahan se dhoond ke laaye Vikram ne?"
"Mera beta ka taste hai," saas ne garv se kaha. "Aur sirf sundar nahi hai, Meera bahut sanskaari bhi hai. Subah pehli rasoi mein aisa halwa banaya ki sab ungliyan chaat-te reh gaye."




Vaishali ne muskura kar sabke pair chhue, sabko paani aur sharbat pakdaaya, aur har aunty se itne pyaar se baat ki ki do ghante mein woh poore drawing room ki favourite ban gayi. Kisi ne uski saree ki tareef ki, kisi ne uski skin ki, kisi ne uske Hindi bolne ke tareeke ki. Ek aunty ne toh uske gaal tak kheench liye, "Itni pyaari hai, nazar na lage." Aur doosri ne turant kaala teeka laga diya, theek uski gardan ke us nishaan ke paas. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.
Har tareef ke saath Vaishali ke andar do ehsaas ek saath uthte. Ek taraf ek ajeeb sa nasha tha. Bees saal tak Ramesh ke chhote se ghar mein kisi ne uski tareef nahi ki thi. Wahan woh bas ek biwi thi jo khaana banati thi, kapde dhoti thi, aur raat ko chup chaap so jaati thi. Yahan log use dekh kar rukte the. Mard chupke se nazrein churaate the, aurtein jalan se muskuraati thi. Use apna jism, apni kamar, apne nange kandhe, sab pehli baar ek taakat jaisa lag raha tha. Usne socha, uski moan.
Aur doosri taraf ek chubhan thi. Yeh sab Meera ke liye hai, woh sochti. Vaishali ke liye nahi. Vaishali toh kahin peeche choot gayi, us chhote se ghar mein, Ramesh ke paas.
Teen baje ke kareeb uska phone baja.
Screen par likha tha: Ramesh Bhaiya — Video Call.
Vaishali ka dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Usne idhar udhar dekha. Saas Mrs. Khanna ke saath baatein kar rahi thi. Vikram balcony mein kisi se phone par business ki baat kar raha tha. Woh jaldi se "Ek minute, mere bhaiya ka call hai," keh kar side wale chhote se study room mein chali gayi aur darwaza bhed diya. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Call uthate hi screen par Ramesh ka chehra aaya. Wahi purani baniyaan, wahi peeche ki peeli deewar, wahi chhoti si kitchen ki khidki jahan Vaishali ne bees saal bartan dhoye the. Woh shayad apne office ke lunch break mein ghar aaya tha. Uski aankhein thaki hui thi, daadhi badhi hui thi.
"Vaishali..." usne shuru kiya, phir jaldi se rukte hue dheemi aawaz mein kaha, "Meera. Kaisi ho?"
"Theek hoon," usne kaha. Uski aawaz apne aap dheemi ho gayi thi. Usne socha, uski moan.
Ramesh kuch second chup raha. Usne screen ki taraf dekha, aur Vaishali ne dekha ki uski nazar uske chehre se neeche gayi. Nange kandhe. Halterneck blouse. Patla emerald pallu. Diamond mangalsutra, jo uska diya hua nahi tha. Aur phir gardan. Usne socha, uska lund.
Vaishali ne turant baal aage karne ki koshish ki, lekin der ho chuki thi. Ramesh ki aankhein un do laal-baingani nishaanon par atak gayi. Uska jabda halka sa kasa. Usne nigal kar thook andar liya.
"Bahut... alag lag rahi ho," usne aakhirkaar kaha, aur uski aawaz bhaari thi.
"Saas ne di hai saree," Vaishali ne jaise safai di. "Yahan sab aise hi pehente hain. Yeh log bahut... amir hain." Usne socha, usne dekha.
"Haan, dikh raha hai," Ramesh ne ek feeki si hansi ke saath kaha. "Hamare ghar mein toh tum pallu sir se hataati bhi nahi thi."
Yeh sun kar Vaishali ke seene mein kuch toot gaya. Wahi baat jo woh khud kal se soch rahi thi, ab uske pati ke munh se nikli thi. Uske asli pati ke munh se, jo ab use 'behen' bulaata tha. Usne socha, uski panty.
"Raat ko..." Ramesh ne shuru kiya, phir ruk gaya. Usne screen se nazar hata kar kahin aur dekha. "Raat ko maine message kiya tha. Tumne dekha nahi."
Vaishali ko yaad aaya. So gayi? Woh message, jo bistar ke kinaare pade phone par chamakta raha tha jab Vikram uske upar tha, uski ungliyan uske andar thi, aur woh takiye mein apni aawaz daba rahi thi. Usne phone ki screen dekhi thi, Ramesh ka naam dekha tha, aur phir aankhein band kar li thi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
"Thak gayi thi," usne jhooth bola. "Jaldi so gayi."
Ramesh ne uski gardan ki taraf ek baar aur dekha. Uski aankhon mein kuch tha jo Vaishali ne bees saal mein kabhi nahi dekha tha. Jalan, haan. Dard, haan. Lekin uske saath ek ajeeb si bebasi bhari bhookh bhi, jaise woh dekhna bhi nahi chahta tha aur nazar hata bhi nahi paa raha tha. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
"Haan," usne dheere se kaha. "Dikh raha hai kitna thaki hogi."
Ek lambi chuppi ho gayi. Vaishali ne dekha ki Ramesh ki saansein thodi tez thi. Woh kuch kehna chahta tha, poochna chahta tha, lekin shabd nahi mil rahe the. Aakhir mein usne bas itna poocha, bahut dheemi aawaz mein, "Woh... tumhara khayal toh rakhta hai na?"
Sawaal seedha tha, lekin dono jaante the ki woh kya pooch raha hai. Usne socha, uska lund.
Vaishali ne nazrein neeche ki. Ek pal ke liye use Vikram ke haath yaad aaye, uski taakat, kal raat ki woh tadap, aur woh jhatka jab uska poora jism kaanp gaya tha aur usne Vikram ke kandhe mein naakhun gada diye the. Bees saal mein Ramesh ke saath kabhi aisa nahi hua tha. Ek baar bhi nahi. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
"Haan," usne kaha, aur uski aawaz mein na chaahte hue bhi ek halki si garmi aa gayi. "Bahut rakhta hai."
Ramesh ne aankhein band kar li. Jab kholi toh woh laal thi. "Achha hai," usne kaha. "Achha hai, Meera. Main... main bas yahi chahta tha ki tum khush raho."
Tabhi study ka darwaza khula aur Vikram andar aaya. Usne phone screen dekhi aur uske chehre par badi si muskaan aa gayi. "Arre bhaiya! Namaste!" Usne bina pooche Vaishali ke peeche aakar phone apni taraf ghuma liya aur doosra haath seedha uski nangi kamar par, organza ke neeche, kamarband ke paas rakh diya. "Kaise hain aap? Aapki behen ne toh pehle hi din poore khandaan ko apna deewana bana liya." Usne socha, uski moan.
"Namaste... Vikram ji," Ramesh ne zabardasti muskura kar kaha. "Sun ke achha laga."
"Aap festival pe aa rahe ho na Priya didi ke saath? Maa ne khaas kaha hai," Vikram bola, aur baat karte karte uska angootha Vaishali ki naabhi ke kinaare par dheere dheere ghoomne laga. Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Woh frame mein thi, Ramesh use dekh raha tha, aur Vikram ka haath uske pet par tha. Usne Vikram ka haath pakad kar hataana chaha, lekin Vikram ne use aur paas kheench liya, uski peeth apne seene se chipka li, aur uske kandhe par apni thodi tika di. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, uski panty.
"Zaroor aayenge," Ramesh ne kaha. Uski nazar screen par Vikram ke haath par thi. Woh dekh raha tha. Aur woh call kaat nahi raha tha.
"Chaliye bhaiya, aapki behen ko le jaata hoon, mehmaan wait kar rahe hain," Vikram ne hanste hue kaha, aur call kaatne se theek pehle usne jhuk kar sabke saamne, Ramesh ke saamne, Vaishali ki gardan par us nishaan ke upar ek lamba, geela chumma diya. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Screen kaali ho gayi.
Vaishali wahin khadi rahi, uska dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Use apne pati ka woh aakhri chehra yaad aa raha tha, laal aankhein, kaanpte honth, aur woh ajeeb si bebas nazar jo hati nahi thi. Use bura laga. Bahut bura. Lekin us bure ehsaas ke neeche, kahin gehrai mein, ek garam si lehar bhi thi. Ek ajeeb sa nasha ki uska pati dekh raha tha, jal raha tha, aur phir bhi dekh raha tha. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, usne dekha.
"Bechaara bhaiya," Vikram ne uske kaan mein kaha. "Behen ki itni fikar karta hai."
"Haan," Vaishali ne phusphusaaya. "Bahut."
Usne phone mein dekha. Ramesh ka ek naya message aaya tha, call kat-ne ke ek minute baad. Sirf do shabd. Usne socha, uski chut.
Khush raho.
Aur uske neeche, das second baad, ek aur.
Bahut sundar lag rahi thi.
Vaishali ne phone ulta kar ke rakh diya aur study se bahar nikal gayi, jahan Mrs. Khanna uska intezaar kar rahi thi. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Corridor ke kone par, seedhiyon ke paas, Arjun deewar se tika khada tha. Usne sab dekha tha ya nahi, Vaishali ko nahi pata tha. Lekin jab woh paas se guzri, usne bahut dheemi aawaz mein, sirf usi ke liye, kaha, "Papa ne call kiya tha na?"
Vaishali ruk gayi. Usne idhar udhar dekha. Koi nahi tha. Usne socha, uski moan.
"Haan," usne kaha.
"Kaise the?"
Vaishali ne apne bete ki aankhon mein dekha. Wahi aankhein jo Ramesh ki thi. "Theek the, beta," usne itni dheemi aawaz mein kaha ki shabd hawa mein hi ghul gaye. "Theek the." Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Arjun ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas uski gardan ke nishaanon ki taraf ek baar dekha, aur phir mud kar seedhiyaan chadh gaya.



Raat ke khaane tak Vaishali thak kar choor ho chuki thi. Poore din heels mein khade rehna, har aunty ke pair chhoona, har sawaal ka muskura kar jawab dena, aur har pal is darr mein jeena ki kahin koi galti na ho jaaye. Jab aakhri mehmaan gaya aur saas ne pyaar se kaha, "Ja bahu, aaram kar, kal gathbandhan ki pooja hai, subah jaldi uthna hai," toh use laga jaise kisi ne pinjre ka darwaza khol diya ho. Usne socha, uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi.
Kamre mein pahunchte hi usne sabse pehle heels utaari aur thande marble ke farsh par nange paon rakhe. Ek lambi saans li. Kamra bada tha, halki peeli roshni mein dooba hua, beech mein bada sa king size bed jis par safed aur sunehri chadar bichhi thi. Bed ke saamne poori deewar jitna bada aaina tha. Aur bed ke peeche wali deewar, woh patli deewar, jiske us paar guest room tha. Arjun ka kamra. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vaishali aaine ke saamne khadi hui aur emerald jhumke utaarne lagi. Aaine mein usne apne aap ko dekha. Nange kandhe, halterneck blouse, naabhi se neeche bandhi organza saree, gardan par teen nishaan, aur unke upar aunty ka lagaya kaala teeka. Use apni hi shakal pe ek ajeeb sa hasaas hua. Kaun hai yeh aurat? Usne socha, uska lund.
Peeche se darwaza band hone ki aawaz aayi, phir chitkani lagne ki.
Vikram andar aa chuka tha. Usne apni kurta ki baahein upar chadha rakhi thi, aur uski aankhon mein wahi bhookh thi jo poore din table ke neeche, study mein, aur drawing room ke kone mein jhalakti rahi thi. Woh dheere dheere chalta hua uske peeche aaya, aur aaine mein dono ki nazrein mili. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
"Poore din tumhe dekhta raha," usne kaha, aawaz mein ek bhaaripan tha. "Har aadmi tumhe dekh raha tha, Meera. Mr. Khanna ka toh drink girte girte bacha. Aur main bas yahi soch raha tha ki raat ko yeh saree main kaise utaarunga."
"Ji, aaj bahut thak gayi hoon," Vaishali ne dheere se kaha, lekin usne mud kar use roka nahi. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski panty.
Vikram ne uske kandhe par apne honth rakhe. Phir gardan par. Phir theek us nishaan par jahan dopahar ko Ramesh ki nazar atki thi. "Thak gayi ho?" usne phusphusaaya. "Bhaiya ke saamne toh bahut khush lag rahi thi jab maine yahan chooma."
Vaishali ka jism ek pal ke liye akad gaya. "Woh mere bhaiya hain. Unke saamne aisa mat kiya kijiye." Usne socha, uski moan.
"Kyon?" Vikram ne halterneck ki dori ki gaanth par ungli rakhi. "Unhe bhi toh pata chalna chahiye ki unki behen ab kiski hai." Aur usne gaanth kheench di.
Blouse dheela ho kar aage sarka. Vaishali ne use haath se pakadna chaha, lekin Vikram ne uski kalaai hata di aur blouse farsh par gir gaya. Aaine mein ab woh kamar se upar poori nangi thi. Uske bhaari, gore stan peeli roshni mein chamak rahe the, nipples AC ki thandi hawa mein sakht ho chuke the, aur chhati par woh laal nishaan, til ke bilkul paas. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Vikram ke dono haath peeche se aaye aur uske stanon ko neeche se thaam liya. Usne unka poora bojh hatheliyon mein tola, phir zor se dabaaya, aur angoothon se nipples ko dheere dheere ghumaane laga. Vaishali ke munh se siskaari nikli, "Sssss... aah... ji..." Uska ek haath neeche gaya, pet par se naabhi ke chaaron taraf ghooma, aur kamarband ke neeche saree ki pleats ke andar ghus gaya. Panty ke upar se usne uski garmi ko poori hatheli se dabaaya. Woh geeli thi. Usne socha, uski chut.
Aur tab Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya. Peeche se Vikram ka sakht, garam ubhaar uski gaand ki daraar par pajame ke andar se dabaa hua tha. Uski saansein bhaari ho rahi thi, ungliyan panty ki elastic ke andar jaane lagi thi, aur doosra haath ab saree ki pleats kheenchne laga tha. Vaishali samajh gayi. Yeh aaj rukega nahi. Aur ek baar shuru hua toh bed ki charmaraahat, uski apni aawaz, sab deewar ke us paar jaayega. Arjun tak. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Usne Vikram ka haath pakad kar rok diya. Phir dheere se mudi, uski aankhon mein dekha, aur dono haath uske chaude seene par rakh diye.
"Suniye," usne dheemi, kaanpti aawaz mein kaha. "Aaj nahi. Yahan nahi. Lekin..." Usne nazar ek pal ke liye neeche ki, phir wapas uski aankhon mein. "Mujhe aapko apne tareeke se khush karne dijiye." Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Vikram ki bhauein uth gayi. Uske honthon par ek dheemi, bhookhi muskaan aayi. "Apne tareeke se?"



Jawab dene ki jagah Vaishali ne use halke se peeche dhakela. Ek kadam. Do kadam. Uske ghutne bed ke kinaare se takraaye aur woh peeth ke bal bed par gir gaya. Vaishali uske paas aayi, saree ab bhi kamar par lipti, upar se poori nangi, gale mein mangalsutra jhoolta hua, aur dhire se uske pairon ke beech farsh par ghutno ke bal baith gayi. Uski payal khankhanaayi aur kamar-chain ke ghungroo halke se chhanke. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Usne kaanpte haathon se uske pajame ka naada pakda. Kheencha. Gaanth khuli. Usne pajama aur underwear ek saath neeche sarkaaye, aur Vikram ka lund jhatke se bahar aaya aur uske chehre ke theek saamne khada ho gaya.
Vaishali ki saans ruk gayi. Usne socha, uski panty.
Woh lamba tha, mota tha, poori tarah sakht. Upar se neeche tak moti moti nasein ubhri hui thi, aur sira gehra gulaabi, phoola hua, uski chhoti si aankh par ek chamakti hui boond tiki thi. Woh uski aankhon ke saamne halke halke jhatke le raha tha, har dhadkan ke saath upar uthta, jaise usse kuch maang raha ho. Uski garmi Vaishali ko apne chehre par mehsoos ho rahi thi, aur uski mardana, tez mehak uski naak mein ghus gayi. Usne socha, uska lund.
Uska dil itni zor se dhadakne laga ki use apni kanpatiyon mein dhak dhak sunaai dene lagi. Itna bada... Bees saal ki shaadi mein usne Ramesh ka kabhi theek se dekha bhi nahi tha. Andhere mein, jaldi jaldi, do minute, aur phir woh karwat le kar so jaata tha. Aur yeh... yeh kuch aur hi tha. Yeh uske saamne khada tha, roshni mein, ghamand se, jaise use pata ho ki woh iska hai. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Usne dheere se use apni mutthi mein pakda. Uski ungliyan poori tarah ghoom bhi nahi paayi. Woh uski hatheli mein garam lohe jaisa tha, aur usne mehsoos kiya ki andar khoon dhadak raha hai, dhak... dhak... dhak..., theek uske apne dil ki tarah. Usne mutthi upar se neeche tak dheere se chalaayi, aur sire par woh chamakti boond aur badi ho gayi.
"Dekhti hi rahogi?" Vikram ne bhaari aawaz mein kaha, ek haath uske baalon mein rakhte hue.
Vaishali ne upar uski taraf dekha, sharmaayi hui, kaajal waali aankhon se. Phir aage jhuki, aur apni jeebh ki nok se woh boond chaat li. Namkeen. Garam. Vikram ki jaanghein ek pal ke liye kaanp gayi. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Usne apni jeebh ko jad se lekar sire tak, neeche wali moti nas ke saath, dheere dheere upar chalaaya. Ek baar. Phir doosri baar. Phir sire ke chaaron taraf jeebh ghumaayi, us naram, phoole hue hisse ke kinaare kinaare, jahan chamdi sabse patli thi. Vikram ke munh se ek gehri aah nikli, "Haaaan... Meera..." Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Phir usne apne honth khole aur sira munh mein le liya.



Uske honth uske chaaron taraf kas gaye. Usne halke se choosa, jeebh andar se neeche ki taraf daba kar, aur dheere dheere aur andar lene lagi. Ek inch. Do inch. Woh itna mota tha ki uske jabde dukhne lage, gaal andar ki taraf dhans gaye. Usne aankhein band ki aur saans naak se li, aur aur neeche gayi, jab tak sira uske gale ki deewar se nahi takraaya. Uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Woh peeche hui, geeli, lambi saans li, uske honthon se ek chamakti dhaar uske lund tak lataki hui thi, aur phir dobara neeche gayi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Ab usne ek lay pakad li. Upar, neeche. Upar, neeche. Ek haath jad par mutthi mein kasa hua, munh ke saath saath chalta hua, aur doosra haath uski jaangh par tika hua. Kamre mein geeli, dabi hui aawaazein goonj rahi thi, gluk... gluk... schlurp..., aur unke beech uski choodiyon ki halki chhan chhan. Har baar jab woh neeche jaati, uske stan Vikram ki jaanghon se ragad khaate aur mangalsutra uske pet par jhool kar takraata. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Vaishali ko khud par yakeen nahi ho raha tha. Usne yeh pehle kabhi aise nahi kiya tha. Ramesh ne kabhi maanga hi nahi tha, aur usne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha. Lekin ab, is bade, thande kamre mein, ghutno par baith kar, apne se das saal chhote mard ka lund munh mein liye, use ek ajeeb sa nasha chadh raha tha. Uski choot panty ke andar dhadak rahi thi, aur uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosre se ragad kha rahi thi. Kya ho gaya hai mujhe, usne socha. Main ek maa hoon... Aur us khayal ne use rokne ki jagah aur garam kar diya, aur woh aur tezi se, aur gehra choosne lagi. Usne socha, uski panty.
Vikram ne uske baal mutthi mein pakad liye. Ab woh uska sar khud chala raha tha, neeche, aur neeche, uske gale tak. "Haan... aise hi... poora le... meri bahu poora leti hai..." Uski kamar upar uthne lagi, uske munh mein dhakke maarne lagi. Vaishali ki aankhon se kaajal ki kaali dhaar gaalon par beh nikli. Use saans lene mein dikkat ho rahi thi, lekin usne roka nahi. Bas uski jaanghon ko kas ke pakad liya aur munh khula rakha. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uske haath mein.



Usne mehsoos kiya ki uske munh mein lund aur sakht ho gaya hai, aur bhi phool gaya hai. Nasein uski jeebh par dhadak rahi thi. Vikram ki saansein tooti hui ho gayi.
"Meera... main aa raha hoon..."
Vaishali ne turant peeche hatne ki koshish ki. Usne apna sar khinchna chaha, haath se uski jaangh dhakeli. Lekin Vikram ki mutthi uske baalon mein loha ban gayi. Usne uska sar wahin dabaa kar rakha, lund aadha uske munh mein, aur dheemi, hukm deti aawaz mein kaha, "Nahi. Hatna mat." Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Aur agle hi pal woh uske munh mein phat pada.
Pehli garam, gaadhi pichkaari seedhi uski jeebh ke peeche, gale par lagi. Phir doosri. Phir teesri. Vaishali ki aankhein phat gayi. Uska munh bharne laga, garam, chipchipa, namkeen, tez swaad, aur woh ab bhi aa raha tha, har jhatke ke saath. Uske honthon ke kone se ek safed dhaar beh kar thodi tak aa gayi. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Jab aakhri jhatka ruka, Vikram ne lund dheere se bahar nikaala, lekin uske baal nahi chhode. Usne uska chehra upar kiya, apni taraf. Vaishali ka munh bhara hua tha, gaal phoole hue, aankhon mein paani aur kaajal, aur woh uski taraf dekh rahi thi, poochti hui nazron se, ki ab kya kare. Usne halka sa sar bathroom ki taraf ghumaaya. Usne socha, usne dekha.
"Nahi," Vikram ne dheere se kaha. Usne apna angootha uski thodi par rakha aur use upar uthaaya. "Nigal jaao, Meera."
Vaishali ki aankhein ek pal ke liye uski aankhon mein atki rahi. Usmein na gussa tha, na pyaar. Bas ek maalik ki shaant, pakki maang thi, jaise use pata ho ki yeh hoga hi. Ek bull ki tarah jo apni cheez par muhar laga raha ho. Tum meri ho. Andar se bhi. Usne socha, uski moan.
Aur Vaishali ne aankhein band ki, aur nigal liya.
Garam, gaadha, uske gale se neeche utarta hua. Ek baar. Phir doosri baar, baaki bacha hua. Uska gala kaanpa. Jab usne aankhein kholi, Vikram ne apne angoothe se uski thodi par beh rahi safed boond ponchhi aur use wapas uske honthon par rakh di. Vaishali ne bina soche uske angoothe ko honthon mein le kar chaat liya. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram ki aankhon mein jeet ki chamak thi. "Good girl," usne kaha, aur uske baal chhod diye. "Ab tumhare andar bhi main hoon."
Vaishali wahin farsh par baithi rahi, haanfti hui, honth soojhe hue aur chamakte hue, gale mein abhi bhi uska swaad. Use sharm aa rahi thi. Bahut. Lekin uski panty poori tarah bheegi hui thi, aur uski choot itni zor se dhadak rahi thi ki use dard ho raha tha. Usne socha, uski panty. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Vikram ne use upar kheench kar apne seene par lita liya, uske nange kandhe par haath pherte hue bola, "Bhaiya ko bolna, unki behen ne aaj apne pati ka bahut khayal rakha." Aur woh hansa. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vaishali ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas uske seene par sar rakhe chhat ko dekhti rahi. Do minute mein Vikram ki saansein gehri ho gayi aur woh so gaya.
Vaishali dheere se uthi. Usne saree theek ki, apne honth haath se ponchhe, aur bathroom mein jaakar munh dhoya. Aaine mein uska chehra laal tha, honth soojhe hue, kaajal phaila hua. Usne apne aap ko der tak dekha. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Waapas aakar jab woh bed par leti, toh usne phone uthaaya. Ramesh ke dono message ab bhi wahin the. Khush raho. Bahut sundar lag rahi thi. Usne unhe padha, phir dobara padha. Uski ungli reply ke box par ruki. Kuch likhne ki koshish ki, mita diya. Phir likha, phir mita diya. Aakhir mein usne kuch nahi bheja, sirf message ko 'seen' karke phone band kar diya. Usne socha, usne dekha.
Deewar ke us paar se ek halki si aawaz aayi. Jaise kisi ne karwat badli ho. Phir ek lambi, thaki hui saans.
Vaishali ki aankhein us deewar par tik gayi. Use pata tha woh jaag raha hai. Use pata tha usne choodiyon ki khankhanahat suni hogi, Vikram ki aawaz suni hogi, uska naam suna hoga, Meera. Ek pal ke liye uska man kiya ki uth kar jaaye, darwaza khatkhataye, aur bas uske paas baith jaaye, jaise jab woh chhota tha aur raat ko darr jaata tha. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Usne socha, uski panty.
Lekin woh nahi uthi. Usne bas apni hatheli us thandi deewar par rakh di, aur dheere se, honth hilaaye bina, kaha, So ja beta.
Deewar ke us paar, Arjun andhere mein aankhein khole pada tha. Uske phone par 2:14 ka time chamak raha tha. Aur uski ungliyan, bina uske chaahe, bilkul usi jagah deewar par tiki thi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Kal gathbandhan ki pooja thi.

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Teesri subah Vaishali ki aankh paanch baje hi khul gayi. Kamre mein abhi bhi andhera tha, AC ki halki si ghoon ghoon chal rahi thi, aur Vikram uski bagal mein ek haath uski kamar par daale gehri neend mein so raha tha. Uski garam saans Vaishali ki gardan par pad rahi thi, theek un nishaanon par jo ab teen din purane ho kar halke jaamuni pad gaye the.
Woh kuch der waise hi padi rahi, chhat ko dekhti hui. Kal raat ki ek ek baat uske dimaag mein ghoom rahi thi. Farsh par ghutno ke bal baithna, Vikram ka woh garam, dhadakta lund apne haath mein pakadna, uska swaad, aur phir woh aakhri pal jab usne uske baal kas kar pakde the aur kaha tha, Nigal jaao, Meera. Vaishali ne apne honth daba liye. Use abhi bhi apne gale mein woh namkeen ehsaas yaad tha. Aur use sabse zyada sharm is baat ki aa rahi thi ki yeh yaad karke uski jaanghon ke beech phir se garmi uthne lagi thi.
Usne dheere se Vikram ka haath apni kamar se hataya aur uthi. Bathroom mein jaate hue usne bed ke peeche wali deewar ki taraf dekha. Us paar se koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi. Shayad so gaya hoga, usne socha. Ya shayad poori raat jaagta raha.
Aaj ka din khaas tha. Aaj gathbandhan ki pooja thi, jismein nayi bahu aur bete ka gathbandhan karke kuldevi ke saamne santaan ka aashirwaad liya jaata tha. Aur aaj hi woh din tha jab Ramesh aur Priya aane wale the.
Ramesh.
Nahaate waqt, garam paani ke neeche khade hokar, Vaishali ne apni aankhein band ki. Aaj uska asli pati, jiske saath usne bees saal bitaaye the, jiske bete ki woh maa thi, is ghar mein aayega. Use 'bhaiya' banke. Aur use apni behen ko kisi aur ki bahu banke, kisi aur ke saath gathbandhan mein bandhte hue, aankhon ke saamne dekhna padega.
Usne paani band kiya, towel lapeta, aur bahar aayi toh dekha ki bed par maid ne aaj ki saree pehle hi rakh di thi. Saas ka chunaav tha.
Laal organza. Itna patla ki haath par rakho toh hatheli ki lakeerein dikh jaayein. Poore kapde par sone ki zari ki chhoti chhoti butiyan aur kinaare par chaudi sunehri patti. Saath mein blouse tha jise dekh kar Vaishali ke gaal garam ho gaye. Sleeveless, gehra U-neck aage, aur peeche se poori peeth khuli, bas gardan par ek patli dori aur kamar par ek, beech mein kuch bhi nahi. Uske saath ek moti sone ki kamarband thi jismein chhote chhote ghungroo latak rahe the, maang tika, bade jhumke, aur ek naya haar jo saas ne khaas aaj ke liye nikala tha.
Maid ne hi saree baandhi. Vaishali aaine ke saamne khadi rahi aur dekhti rahi kaise us ladki ki tez ungliyan pleats banati gayi, aur phir unhe naabhi se poore teen ungal neeche khons diya.
"Itna neeche?" Vaishali ne dheere se poocha.



"Badi madam ne kaha hai, bhabhi ji," maid ne muskura kar kaha. "Aaj pooja hai, sab rishtedaar aayenge, club wale bhi. Madam boli bahu aisi dikhni chahiye ki sab dekhte reh jaayein." Usne pallu ko ek patli patti ki tarah mod kar uske baayein kandhe par pin kiya, aur woh pallu uske seene ke beech se aise guzra ki dono taraf ka ubhaar aur gehra U-neck saaf dikh raha tha.
Aakhir mein maid ne kamarband baandha. Thanda sona uski nangi kamar par lipat gaya, aur jab Vaishali ne halka sa kadam liya, ghungroo chhan se baj uthe.
Usne aaine mein khud ko dekha. Laal organza ke neeche se uski gori kamar aur naabhi jhalak rahi thi. Peeth poori nangi thi, sirf do doriyan. Maang mein sindoor tha, Vikram ke naam ka. Gale mein mangalsutra, Vikram ka. Aur gardan par nishaan, Vikram ke.
Ramesh ke ghar mein toh pallu sir se nahi hatta tha, usne phir socha. Aur aaj woh mujhe aise dekhega.
Peeche se Vikram ki neend bhari aawaz aayi. "Uff."
Woh mudi. Vikram bed par kohni ke bal uth kar use dekh raha tha, aankhein aadhi khuli, aur chadar ke neeche uska subah wala tanaav saaf dikh raha tha. "Meera," usne dheere se kaha, "agar aaj pooja na hoti na, toh yeh saree abhi wapas utar jaati."
"Chup kijiye," Vaishali ne sharma kar kaha, lekin uske honthon par muskaan aa gayi.
Vikram uth kar uske paas aaya, peeche se uski nangi peeth par apni ungli reedh ki haddi ke saath upar se neeche tak chalaayi, aur kamarband ke theek upar ruk gaya. Ghungroo halke se baje. "Aaj bhaiya bhi aa rahe hain na?" usne uske kaan mein kaha.
Vaishali ki saans ruk gayi. "Haan."
"Achha hai," Vikram ne kaha, aur uske kandhe ko chooma. "Dekh lenge apni behen kitni khush hai. Aur kitni sundar."
Neeche nashta jaldi jaldi hua kyonki pooja ki taiyaari chal rahi thi. Aangan mein phoolon ki rangoli bani thi, genda aur mogra ki maalaayein har khambhe par latak rahi thi, aur beech mein ek chhota sa havan kund taiyaar tha. Pandit ji aa chuke the aur saamaan laga rahe the.
Jab Vaishali seedhiyon se neeche utri, har kadam par ghungroo chhan chhan baj rahe the, aur aangan mein khadi aurtein ek pal ke liye chup ho gayi.
"Haaye nazar na lage," Rekha chachi ne seene par haath rakh kar kaha. "Bahu toh aaj apsara lag rahi hai."
"Aur yeh ghungroo," mausi ne aankh maari, "raat ko bhi aise hi bajte hain kya, Vikram?"
Aurtein khi khi karke hans padi, aur Vaishali ka chehra laal ho gaya. Vikram ne bas muskura kar kandhe uchkaaye.
Aur tabhi usne Arjun ko dekha.
Woh aangan ke kone mein khada tha, pandit ji ke liye ghee ka dabba pakde hue. Usne safed kurta pehna tha, baal geele the, aur aankhon ke neeche halke kaale ghere the jaise woh poori raat soya hi na ho. Uski nazar Vaishali par padi, upar se neeche tak, laal organza, nangi kamar, ghungroo, aur phir gardan par aakar ruk gayi. Uska jabda kas gaya.
Vaishali ne usse nazar milaayi. Ek second. Phir Arjun ne dabba neeche rakha aur baahar gate ki taraf chala gaya.
"Arjun beta, kahan ja rahe ho?" saas ne aawaz di.
"Papa aur bua aa gaye hain, aunty," Arjun ne bina mude kaha. "Gate pe gaadi ruki hai."
Vaishali ka dil zor se dhadka. Usne apna pallu theek kiya, aur phir ek pal ruki, aur use theek nahi kiya. Pallu waise hi patli patti ki tarah rehne diya, seene ke beech se.
Gate se Ramesh andar aaya.



Ramesh ne apni sabse achhi wali kameez pehni thi, wahi halki neeli jo Vaishali ne do saal pehle Diwali par usse dilwaayi thi. Uske haath mein mithai ka dabba tha, aur bagal mein Priya thi, peeli saree mein, aankhon mein utsukta liye har cheez ko dekhti hui. Bungalow ki shaan dekh kar dono ek pal ke liye thithak gaye, jaise kisi doosri duniya mein aa gaye hon.
Saas ne aage badh kar swaagat kiya. "Aaiye aaiye, Ramesh ji! Meera ke bade bhaiya! Aapke bina pooja kaise hoti."
"Namaste ji," Ramesh ne haath jode, aur phir uski nazar aangan ke beech khadi apni biwi par padi.
Vaishali ne dekha ki uske kadam ruk gaye.
Woh use dekh raha tha jaise pehli baar dekh raha ho. Laal organza ke neeche se jhaankti gori kamar. Naabhi se teen ungal neeche bandhi saree. Nangi baahein, nange kandhe. Patla sa pallu jo seene ke beech se aise guzra tha ki dono taraf ka bharaapan aur gehra gala saaf dikh raha tha. Kamar par sone ka kamarband aur uske ghungroo. Maang mein sindoor. Aur gardan par, baalon ke beech se jhaankte jaamuni nishaan.
Ramesh ka gala ek baar upar neeche hua. Uske haath mein mithai ka dabba halka sa kaanpa.
"Bhaiya," Vaishali ne aage badh kar kaha, aur jhuk kar uske pair chhue, jaise ek behen apne bade bhai ke chhooti hai. Jhukte hi uska pallu kandhe se sarka aur uski nangi peeth, sirf do patli doriyon ke saath, Ramesh ki aankhon ke theek saamne thi. Ghungroo chhan se baje. Uske seene mein ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi jab usne mehsoos kiya ki uska apna pati uski nangi peeth dekh raha hai.
Ramesh ne uske sar par haath rakha. Uska haath thanda tha aur kaanp raha tha. "Khush raho," usne bhaari aawaz mein kaha. Wahi do shabd jo usne parson message mein likhe the.
Jab woh uthi, Priya ne use gale laga liya aur uske kaan mein phusphusaayi, "Haaye Meera, kya lag rahi hai tu! Bilkul heroine. Aur yeh..." usne chupke se gardan ke nishaan ko chhua aur khi khi karke hans padi, "lagta hai jija ji bahut pyaar karte hain."
Vaishali ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski nazar Ramesh par thi, jo ab nazrein neeche kiye mithai ka dabba saas ko pakda raha tha. Uske gaal garam ho rahe the.



Vikram andar se aaya, safed silk kurta aur sunehri dhoti mein, gale mein moti ki maala. Usne Ramesh ko dekhte hi bade josh se gale lagaya. "Bhaiya! Aa gaye aap! Bahut achha laga." Phir usne Vaishali ke paas aakar, sabke saamne, uski nangi kamar par apna haath rakha, kamarband ke theek upar, aur use apni taraf kheench liya. "Dekhiye na bhaiya, aapki behen ko maine kitna sambhaal ke rakha hai." Uski ungliyan uski nangi kamar par dheere se phisli.
"Haan... dikh raha hai," Ramesh ne kaha, aur uski nazar Vikram ke haath par thi, jo Vaishali ki naabhi ke kinaare par tika tha.
Pooja shuru hui.
Pandit ji ne havan kund ke saamne do aasan bichhaaye. Vikram aur Vaishali baithe, ek doosre se sat kar. Pandit ji ne Vaishali ke pallu ka ek kona liya aur Vikram ke dupatte ke kone se gaanth baandh di. Gathbandhan.
"Yeh gaanth ab janam janam ki hai," pandit ji ne mantron ke beech kaha. "Aaj kuldevi se hum is jode ke liye santaan ka aashirwaad maangte hain. Ghar mein jaldi kilkaari goonje, vansh aage badhe."
Aangan mein baithi aurtein haath jod kar "Tathastu" boli. Rekha chachi ne zor se kaha, "Haan Maa, agle saal tak beta de dena!"
Vaishali ne nazrein uthaayi. Saamne, mehmaanon ki pehli line mein, Ramesh baitha tha. Uske ek taraf Priya, aur doosri taraf Arjun.
Dono ki aankhein us par thi.
Ramesh ki nazar us gaanth par thi jo uski biwi ke pallu ko kisi aur mard ke dupatte se baandh rahi thi. Bees saal pehle isi tarah ki ek gaanth usse bandhi thi, ek chhote se mandir mein, jab Vaishali unnees saal ki thi aur sharma kar uski taraf dekh bhi nahi paa rahi thi. Aur aaj woh gaanth kisi aur ke saath bandh rahi thi, ek shaandaar bungalow mein, sau logon ke saamne, aur pandit ji uski biwi ki kokh ke liye kisi aur ke bacche ki dua maang rahe the. Vaishali ki saansein tez ho gayi.
Vaishali ne dekha ki Ramesh ki mutthiyan uske ghutnon par kasi hui thi. Lekin uski aankhein hat nahi rahi thi. Woh dekh raha tha. Har cheez. Jaise use dard ho raha ho, aur phir bhi woh dekhna chahta ho.
Pandit ji ne kaha, "Ab var vadhu ki maang mein sindoor bhare."
Vikram ne chutki mein sindoor liya. Vaishali ne sar thoda jhukaya. Aur Vikram ne bade aaram se, dheere dheere, sabke saamne, uski maang mein sindoor bhara. Phir usne apni ungli uske maathe se neeche, naak ki seedh mein, honthon tak laayi aur ek pal ke liye uske nichle honth par rok di. Sirf ek pal. Lekin Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya ki uske jism mein sihran daud gayi, aur saamne baithe Ramesh ne nazar jhuka li. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Pheron ke liye dono uthe. Gaanth bandhi hui, Vikram aage, Vaishali peeche. Har kadam par ghungroo chhan chhan baj rahe the. Organza ki saree havan ki garmi aur hawa mein uske jism se chipak rahi thi, aur har phere mein jab woh Ramesh ke saamne se guzarti, use uski nazar apni nangi peeth par, apni kamar par, apni chaal par mehsoos hoti. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Teesre phere par Vikram thoda ruka, mud kar uska haath pakda, aur dheere se uski hatheli ko apne angoothe se sehlaaya. Uske honthon par muskaan thi, aur usne itni dheemi aawaz mein kaha ki sirf Vaishali sun sake, "Aaj raat ka aashirwaad bhi poora karna hai. Pandit ji ne kaha na, vansh."



Vaishali ka chehra laal ho gaya. Usne nazrein jhuka li. Aur jhuki nazron se usne dekha ki Ramesh ne kuch suna toh nahi tha, lekin usne Vikram ke honthon ki harkat dekhi thi, aur Vaishali ke laal gaal dekhe the. Aur woh samajh gaya tha. Uski saans atak gayi.
Pooja khatam hui. Sab aashirwaad dene aaye. Saas ne dono ko gale lagaya. Rishtedaaron ne lifaafe pakdaaye. Aur phir baari aayi Ramesh ki.
Woh dheere dheere aage aaya. Vaishali aur Vikram ne jhuk kar uske pair chhue. Ramesh ne dono ke sar par haath rakha. Uska haath Vaishali ke sar par zyada der ruka, uske sindoor ke paas.
"Bahut... bahut khush raho dono," usne kaha. Phir uski aawaz kaanpi. "Aur... jaldi khushkhabri dena."
Aangan taaliyon se goonj utha. "Dekha, bhaiya bhi yahi chahte hain!" Rekha chachi chillaayi.
Vaishali ne upar dekha. Ramesh ki aankhein laal thi. Aur unke andar woh wahi ajeeb si nazar thi jo parson video call par thi. Dard, jalan, haar, aur uske neeche ek dabi hui, bebas garmi.
Usne apne pati ki aankhon mein dekha, aur pehli baar use samajh aaya ki Ramesh is sab ko sirf saha nahi kar raha. Kahin na kahin, woh ise mehsoos bhi kar raha tha. Uski jaanghon ke beech phir se garmi uth gayi.
Aur Arjun? Arjun us line mein nahi tha. Woh kab utha, kab gaya, kisi ne nahi dekha.





Dopahar ko khaane ke baad aurton ne ek aur rasm rakhi thi. Ubtan. Deshmukh khandaan ki puraani riwaayat thi ki gathbandhan ke din nayi bahu ko ghar ki aurtein haldi, chandan aur kesar ka ubtan lagaati hain, taaki uska roop aur nikhre aur kokh hari bhare.
Rasm peeche wale bade aangan mein thi, jahan pool ke paas safed chaadar bichhaai gayi thi aur chaaron taraf genda ke phool bikhre the. Mard log drawing room mein the, cricket aur business ki baatein karte hue. Aangan sirf aurton ka tha. Kam se kam aisa kaha gaya tha.
Vaishali ko laal organza utaar kar ek peeli, patli cotton saree pehnaayi gayi thi, bina blouse ke, sirf saree ko seene par lapet kar baandha gaya tha jaise purane zamaane mein ubtan ke waqt baandhte the. Kandhe, baahein, peeth aur pet poore nange the. Saree ka kapda itna patla tha ki jab woh chaadar par baithi, uske jism ki har golaai uske neeche se jhalak rahi thi. Uski jaanghon ke beech ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Aurtein uske chaaron taraf baith gayi. Saas ne pehla haath lagaaya, uske gaalon par thoda sa ubtan, aashirwaad ke saath. Phir Priya, phir mausi, phir cousins. Aur phir Rekha chachi aayi, haath mein bhari katori liye, aur aankhon mein shararat liye.
"Haan ab dekho asli ubtan kaise lagta hai," unhone kaha aur dono hatheliyon mein peela, thanda lep bhar liya.
Unhone pehle uske kandhon par lagaaya, dheere dheere malte hue. Phir baahon par. Phir peeth par, upar se neeche, jab tak unki hatheliyan kamar ke ghumaav tak nahi pahunch gayi. Vaishali ki aankhein band ho gayi. Ubtan thanda tha, lekin chachi ke haath garam the, aur woh har jagah aise mal rahi thi jaise koi nuskha jaanti ho. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
"Arre chachi, bahu ki kamar toh dekho," mausi boli. "Kitni patli hai. Vikram ke haathon mein poori aa jaati hogi."
Aurtein hans padi. Chachi ne apni hatheliyan aage laakar uske pet par rakhi aur naabhi ke chaaron taraf gol gol ghumaane lagi. "Aur yeh pet," unhone sharaarat se kaha, "yahi toh hai jahan kuldevi ka aashirwaad aana hai. Ise toh khoob achhe se malna padega." Unki ungliyan naabhi ke andar tak ghoom rahi thi.
Vaishali ki saans halki si atak gayi. Chachi ki ungliyan naabhi ke andar tak ghoom rahi thi, aur phir saree ki gaanth ke theek upar tak neeche jaati, aur phir upar aati. Uske pet mein ek ajeeb si gudgudi aur garmi uthi. Use pichhli raat yaad aayi, aur aaj subah Vikram ke shabd, aaj raat ka aashirwaad bhi poora karna hai. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
"Haaye dekho, bahu sharma rahi hai," ek cousin ne chillaaya. "Pakka raat ki baat soch rahi hai!"
Phir chachi ne ek aur muthhi ubtan liya aur bina kuch kahe uske seene ke upar, jahan saree bandhi thi, uski halki si dikhti golaai par lagaane lagi. Gale se lekar seene ki daraar tak. Saree ka kinaara halka sa neeche sarka. Vaishali ne turant haath se use pakda. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
"Arre chhupaa kyon rahi hai, sab aurtein hi toh hain," chachi hansi. "Aur waise bhi, jo dikhaana tha woh toh Vikram ko dikha hi diya hai, yeh nishaan bata rahe hain." Unhone uski chhati par til ke paas wale nishaan par ungli rakh di. Poora aangan thahaakon se goonj utha.
Vaishali sharm se laal thi, ubtan ke peelepan ke neeche bhi uske gaal jal rahe the. Lekin uske andar ek ajeeb si garmi bhi thi. Itni saari aurton ke beech, aadhi nangi baithi, unke haath apne jism par mehsoos karti hui, unki gandi gandi baatein sunti hui, use laga jaise uska jism kisi tyohaar ka hissa ban gaya hai. Jaise sab use sirf ek cheez ke liye taiyaar kar rahe hain. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.

Aur tabhi usne upar dekha.
Aangan ke upar, pehli manzil ki balcony mein, parde ke peeche, ek parchhaai khadi thi.
Pehle use laga Arjun hai. Uska dil zor se dhadka. Lekin phir parchhaai thodi hili aur dhoop mein ek halki neeli kameez ki jhalak dikhi.
Ramesh.
Woh wahan khada tha, parde ke peeche, neeche aangan mein dekh raha tha. Apni biwi ko dekh raha tha, jo patli peeli saree mein aadhi nangi baithi thi, jiske pet aur seene par doosri aurtein kisi aur mard ke bacche ke liye ubtan mal rahi thi, aur jo us mard ke diye nishaanon par hans rahi thi. Uski jaanghon ke beech phir se garmi uth gayi.
Vaishali ki aur Ramesh ki nazrein mili.
Ek pal ke liye dono mein se koi nahi hila. Vaishali ne apni saree ka kinaara theek karne ke liye haath badhaaya, aur phir ruk gayi. Pata nahi kyon. Usne use waise hi rehne diya. Thoda sarka hua. Aur nazar nahi hataai. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Upar Ramesh ka haath parde ko kas kar pakde tha. Uski chhati upar neeche ho rahi thi. Woh mud kar chala jaana chahta tha, Vaishali ko uske chehre se saaf dikh raha tha. Lekin woh gaya nahi. Khada raha. Aur dekhta raha.
"Chalo ab nahla do bahu ko," saas ne aawaz di, aur aurtein uth kar uske upar haldi wala paani daalne lagi. Thanda paani uske sar se behta hua kandhon, seene aur pet par aaya, aur patli peeli saree poori tarah bheeg kar uske jism se chipak gayi. Ab woh kapda kuch bhi nahi chhupa raha tha. Uske stanon ki golaai, unke gehre nipples, pet ki naram lakeer, sab kuch geele kapde ke neeche saaf dikh raha tha. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Aurtein hans rahi thi, taaliyaan bajaa rahi thi. "Haaye, Vikram ki toh aaj raat hi pooja ho jaayegi!"
Vaishali ne aakhri baar upar dekha.
Parda hil raha tha. Balcony khaali thi.
Lekin balcony ke theek bagal wali khidki, jo guest room ki thi, Arjun ke kamre ki, uska parda bhi halka sa khula tha. Aur andhere mein, us khidki ke peeche, koi aur bhi khada tha. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Vaishali ne geeli saree apne seene par kas kar pakad li. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use aurton ki hansi sunaai deni band ho gayi.
Do mard. Do khidkiyaan. Ek pati jo bhai ban gaya tha. Ek beta jo bhatija ban gaya tha. Aur dono use dekh rahe the, jabki woh kisi teesre ke liye taiyaar ki ja rahi thi.
Aur andar se, kahin bahut gehrai mein, ek chhoti si, sharmindi aawaz ne kaha, aur tujhe yeh achha lag raha hai, Vaishali.

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Haldi ka paani abhi bhi uske jism se tapak raha tha jab Vaishali tez kadmon se seedhiyan chadh kar upar wale kamre mein pahunchi. Peeli saree uske badan se is tarah chipki hui thi jaise doosri chamdi ho, aur bina blouse ke woh patla kapda kuch bhi chhupa nahi pa raha tha. Uske boobs ki golai, unke gehre bhoore sire, naabhi ka gehra gaddha, sab kuch us geele peele kapde ke neeche se saaf jhalak raha tha. Neeche lobby mein abhi bhi auraton ki hansi goonj rahi thi, Rekha chachi ki woh khanakti hui aawaz, "Arre bahu sharma gayi, dekho kaise bhaagi!" Aur har kadam ke saath uski kamar ka ghungroo wala kamarband chhan chhan karke sabko bata raha tha ki Vikram ki nayi bahu kahan ja rahi hai. Uski chut ke najdik ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi thi, jo ab tak bujhi nahi thi.
Kamre ka darwaza band karke usne apni peeth uspar tika di aur ek lambi saans li. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use apne kaanon mein sunaai de raha tha. Balcony ka woh parda, us parde ke peeche khada Ramesh. Usne apni aankhon se dekha tha ki Ramesh ki nazar kahan thi, aur usne jaan bujh kar saree ko nahi sambhala tha. Bees saal ka pati, aur main uske saamne kisi aur ghar ki bahu bankar adhnangi khadi thi. Aur mujhe sharam nahi, ek ajeeb sa nasha chadh raha tha. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.



Bathroom bada tha, safed marble ka, ek kone mein kaanch ka shower cabin aur doosri taraf badi si bathtub. Usne kaanpte haathon se saree ka pallu kandhe se utaara. Geela kapda bhaari tha, aur jab woh neeche gira toh ek geeli thap ki aawaz hui. Phir usne kamar se saree kholni shuru ki, ek ek plet, aur aakhir mein peticoat ka naada. Sab kuch farsh par ek peele dher mein pada tha. Ab uske jism par sirf gehne bache the. Gale mein mangalsutra, jo Vikram ne pehnaya tha. Maang mein aaj subah wala gehra laal sindoor, jo haldi ke paani se thoda behkar uske maathe par aa gaya tha. Aur kamar par woh sone ka kamarband, jiske chhote chhote ghungroo har halchal par baj uthte the. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Usne shower chalaya. Garam paani uske sar se behta hua neeche aaya, aur haldi ke peele dhabbe dheere dheere uski gori chamdi se dhulne lage. Usne aankhein band kar li aur apne haath apne boobs par rakhe, unhe saaf karte hue. Rekha chachi ki ungliyan abhi bhi wahan mehsoos ho rahi thi, aur unki woh baat, "Bahu, yeh nishaan toh bata rahe hain ki Vikram raat bhar soya nahi." Sab hans padi thi. Aur Vaishali ka chehra laal ho gaya tha, lekin neeche, chut ke najdik, ek garmi uth gayi thi jo ab tak bujhi nahi thi. Uski ungliyan apne nipples par thodi der ruk gayi.
Tabhi bathroom ka darwaza khula.
Vaishali ne jhatke se mudkar dekha. Kaanch ke cabin par bhaap jami hui thi, lekin us dhundhlepan mein bhi woh lamba chauda saaya pehchaan gayi. Vikram. Usne darwaze ki chitkani andar se laga di aur bina kuch bole apna kurta sar ke upar se utaar diya. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
"Ji... aap yahan?" uski aawaz kaanp gayi. Usne apne haath apne seene par rakh liye, jaise kuch chhupa sakti ho. "Neeche sab hain. Maaji dhoond rahi hongi aapko. Bhaiya bhi aaye hue hain."
"Bhaiya ko bhi pata hai ki main kahan hoon," Vikram ne muskura kar kaha aur pajama bhi utaar diya. "Unhone khud kaha, jaao jeeju, Meera ko akele mat chhodo, use haldi se allergy na ho jaaye." Woh hansa. "Tera bhai bada samajhdaar hai, Meera." Uska lund pehle se aadha sakht tha.
Vaishali ka dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Ramesh ne... khud bheja? Usne yeh baat Vikram ke chehre par dhoondi, koi jhooth, koi mazaak, lekin wahan sirf wahi bhookh thi jo subah se uski aankhon mein thi. Ramesh ne Vikram ko apni biwi ke paas bheja tha. Nahaate hue. Nangi. Is khayal ne uske pet mein ek aisi aag lagayi jise woh naam nahi de sakti thi. Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.
Vikram cabin ka darwaza khol kar andar aa gaya. Jagah kam thi, aur uska garam, gym se taraasha hua jism uske jism se aa laga. Paani dono par gir raha tha. Usne neeche dekha, aur Vaishali ki nazar bhi uske saath neeche gayi. Vikram ka lund pehle se aadha sakht tha, aur uske dekhte dekhte aur bhi tan gaya, uski naabhi ke paas aakar takraya. Uski saans atak gayi.
"Subah pheron ke waqt se yeh aisa hi hai," Vikram ne uske kaan mein kaha. "Jab Pandit ji ne kaha santaan ka aashirwaad, tab se. Aur phir tu us peeli saree mein, bina blouse ke, sab auraton ke beech..." Usne uske geele baal ek taraf kiye aur uski gardan par apne honth rakh diye. "Mujhe laga wahin sabke saamne tujhe utha ke le aaun." Uski ungliyan uski nangi kamar par phisli.
"Ji, rehne dijiye," Vaishali ne phir kaha, lekin is baar uski aawaz mein inkaar kam aur bheekh zyada thi. "Raat ko... raat ko kar lenge. Abhi koi aa jaayega. Yahan nahi, suniye." Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Vikram ruk gaya. Usne uski aankhon mein dekha. "Theek hai," usne kaha. "Raat ko. Lekin abhi tujhe nahlaunga main. Itna toh haq hai mera?"
Aur phir usne sabun uthaya. Uske bade haath sabun ka jhaag banakar uske kandhon par phisle, phir baahon par, phir peeth par, jahan subah ki dori wali blouse ke nishaan abhi bhi halke laal the. Woh dheere dheere neeche aaya, uski kamar par, kamarband ke ghungroo ke aas paas, aur ghungroo uski ungliyon ke neeche chhan chhan bajne lage. Vaishali ne deewar par haath tika diye aur aankhein band kar li. Vikram ke haath aage aaye, uske pet par, phir upar, uske bhare hue boobs par. Usne unhe jhaag se dhoya, aur saath hi unke sakht ho chuke siron ko angoothe se ragda. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
"Ahh... Vikram..." uske munh se nikal gaya.
"Ji nahi?" Vikram ne chhed kar kaha. "Abhi toh ji ji kar rahi thi."
Vaishali ne honth dabaa liye. Vikram ka ek haath neeche gaya, uske pet ke neeche, chut ke najdik. Usne wahan sirf ek baar ungli phiraayi, dheere se, aur Vaishali ka poora jism kaanp gaya. Woh wahan bilkul geeli thi, aur woh paani shower ka nahi tha. Vikram ne woh mehsoos kiya aur uske kaan mein hansa. "Raat tak ruk paayegi, Meera?" Uski ungliyan uski geeli chut par thodi der ruk gayi.



Ruk jaaungi," usne haanfte hue kaha. "Aap rukiye."
Aur hairat ki baat yeh thi ki Vikram ruk gaya. Usne apna haath hataya, uske maathe ka behta sindoor apne angoothe se theek kiya, aur uske honthon par ek lamba, gehra chumma diya. "Raat ko, phir," usne kaha. "Aur aaj raat tu mujhe rokegi nahi. Wada kar."
Vaishali ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur dheere se sar hila diya. Wada. Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.
Jab woh tauliye mein lipti bathroom se nikli, toh kamre ki khidki se neeche ka bageecha dikh raha tha. Pool ke paas ab khaali kursiyan thi, aur haldi ke peele nishaan marble par sookh rahe the. Lekin balcony par, us parde ke paas, ab koi nahi tha. Usne apna phone uthaya. Ek naya message tha, Ramesh ka.
"Allergy toh nahi hui na? Dhyaan rakhna apna."
Vaishali der tak us message ko dekhti rahi. Phir usne likha, mitaya, phir likha. Aakhir mein sirf itna bheja: "Unhone rakh liya dhyaan." Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Teen bindu aaye, gaye, phir aaye. Koi jawab nahi aaya. Lekin "seen" ka nishaan aa gaya tha, aur Vaishali jaanti thi ki us paar Ramesh us ek line ko baar baar padh raha hoga.
Shaam dhali. Neeche mehmaanon ka khaana chala, Ramesh aur Priya ki vidaai hui, aur Vaishali ne har kaam ek perfect bahu ki tarah kiya, lekin uska dhyaan ghadi ki suiyon par tha. Usne lal rang ki ek nayi saree pehni thi, sheer net ki, sleeveless, jiska blouse peeche se sirf ek patli si dori par tika tha. Kamar par wahi kamarband. Vidaai ke waqt Ramesh ne uske sar par haath rakha aur dheere se kaha, "Khush rehna, Meera." Uski aankhein ek pal ke liye uski kamar ke ghungroo par ruki, phir hat gayi. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Arjun dinner par nahi aaya. Uske kamre ka darwaza band tha, aur andar se laptop ki halki roshni darwaze ke neeche se aa rahi thi.
Jab aakhri mehmaan gaya aur saas ne kaha, "Ja beta, aaram kar, teen din se thak gayi hai," toh Vaishali ne sar jhuka kar unke pair chhue. Aur jab woh seedhiyon ki taraf mudi, toh usne dekha ki Vikram pehle hi upar ja chuka tha. Kamre ka darwaza aadha khula tha, andar se halki peeli roshni aa rahi thi.
Har seedhi par ghungroo baje. Chhan. Chhan. Chhan.
Aaj raat wada hai. Aur aaj main rokungi nahi. Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.

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Vaishali ne kamre mein kadam rakha toh peeche darwaza apne aap band ho gaya. Vikram darwaze ke peeche hi khada tha. Usne chitkani lagayi, aur us halki si "khat" ki aawaz ne Vaishali ki reedh ki haddi mein ek sihran daura di. Kamra halki peeli roshni mein dooba tha, bed par laal gulab ki pankhudiyan bikhri thi, jo shayad kisi cousin ne mazaak mein ya saas ne aashirwaad mein rakhwai thi. Hawa mein mogre aur agarbatti ki khushboo thi. Uski chut ke najdik ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi thi.
"Ji... rehne dijiye na aaj," Vaishali ne aakhri baar kaha, lekin uski aawaz itni dheemi thi ki khud use bhi yakeen nahi hua. "Neeche lobby mein chachi log so rahi hain. Pinky bhi baahar wale kamre mein hai. Koi sun lega." Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Vikram ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh uske paas aaya, uski thodi ko do ungliyon se upar uthaya aur uski aankhon mein dekha. "Bathroom mein wada kiya tha, Meera. Yaad hai?"
Vaishali ne nazren jhuka li. Use yaad tha. Aur sach yeh tha ki subah se uska poora jism usi wade ke intezaar mein jal raha tha. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Vikram ne uska pallu kandhe se dheere se sarkaya. Laal net ki saree sarsaraati hui neeche girne lagi, aur Vikram ne use poori tarah utaarne ke bajaye uski kamar ke paas atka rehne diya. Phir uski ungliyan uski nangi peeth par phisli, dori ki gaanth tak. Ek jhatka, aur blouse dheela pad gaya. Usne use baahon se utaar kar kursi par phenk diya. Vaishali ne andar kuch nahi pehna tha. Uske bhare hue gore boobs roshni mein khul gaye, siron par halka bhoora rang, aur unke upar pichhli raaton ke halke laal nishaan. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
"Bra nahi pehni?" Vikram ne aawaz neeche karke poocha.
"Aapne... aapne hi kaha tha raat ko," Vaishali ne sharma ke kaha, aur apne haath chhaati par rakh liye.
Vikram ne uske haath hataaye aur jhuk kar ek boob ko munh mein le liya. Vaishali ki saans ek jhatke se ruk gayi. Uski garam zubaan sire ke chaaro taraf ghoomi, phir usne halke se choosa, phir daanton se halka sa dabaaya. "Ssss... Vikram..." Vaishali ki ungliyan uske baalon mein ghus gayi. Usne doosre boob ko haath mein bhar kar masla, aur Vaishali ke ghutne kamzor padne lage. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.



Vikram ne use uthaya, jaise koi phool uthata hai, aur bed par lita diya. Saree ab bhi aadhi kamar par lipti thi. Usne peticoat ka naada khola aur saree ke saath saath use bhi neeche kheench diya. Ab uske jism par sirf mangalsutra, maang ka sindoor, kaanon ke jhumke, payal aur kamar par woh sone ka ghungroo wala kamarband bacha tha. Aur ek patli si laal panty, jo pehle hi geeli ho chuki thi. Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.
Vikram bed ke kinare khada hokar use dekhta raha. "Sab kehte hain bahu bahut sundar hai," usne kaha, apna kurta utaarte hue. "Kisi ko nahi pata kitni sundar hai."
Usne panty ke kinaron mein ungliyan phansaayi aur use dheere dheere uski jaanghon se neeche utaar diya. Vaishali ne sharam se apni jaanghein bheench li, lekin Vikram ne unke beech ghutna rakh kar unhe khol diya. Uski chut saaf thi, chikni, aur halki si chamak rahi thi. Vikram ne ek ungli uske hothon par phiraayi, aur Vaishali ki kamar uchhal gayi. Ghungroo baje. Chhan. Uski saans atak gayi.
"Shhh," Vikram ne muskura ke kaha. "Abhi se baj raha hai."
Usne pajama utaara. Uska lund pehle se poori tarah tana hua tha, mota, nasdaar, sire par ek boond chamakti hui. Vaishali ne use dekha aur uska dil zor se dhadakne laga. Kal raat usne ise munh mein liya tha, uska swaad abhi bhi yaad tha. Aaj yeh uske andar jaane wala tha, is ghar mein, is bed par, jahan deewar ke us paar... Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Usne yeh khayal wahin rok diya.
Vikram uske upar aaya. Usne apna sira uski chut ke munh par rakha aur upar neeche ragda, uske geelepan mein bhigote hue. Vaishali ne apne honth kaat liye. "Vikram... please..."
"Please kya?" usne chheda.
"Daal dijiye," Vaishali ne aankhein band karke kaha, aur yeh shabd bolte hi uska chehra laal ho gaya. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Vikram ne dheere se dabaaya. Sira andar gaya, aur Vaishali ki ungliyan chadar mein dhans gayi. Phir aur andar, inch inch karke, jab tak woh poora uske andar nahi bhar gaya. Vaishali ki aankhon se ek boond nikal kar kaan ki taraf behi. Itna bhara bhara pan, itni garmi. "Ahhh... Maa..." uske munh se nikla, aur usne turant apna haath apne munh par rakh liya. Uski chut ne use kas ke pakad liya.
Vikram ruka, use apne aap ko adjust karne diya, aur phir dheere dheere hilne laga. Lamba, gehra, aaraam se. Har dhakke ke saath kamarband ke ghungroo baj uthte. Chhan... chhan... chhan. Shuru mein halke, phir jaise jaise Vikram ki raftaar badhi, woh aawaz bhi tez hoti gayi. Chhan chhan chhan chhan. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Vaishali ne haath munh par aur zor se dabaya, lekin aawazein ungliyon ke beech se nikal hi jaati. "Mmmh... mmmhh... ahh..."
"Haath hata," Vikram ne haanfte hue kaha. "Sunne de mujhe."
"Nahi... sab sun lenge," usne ungliyon ke peeche se kaha. Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.



Tabhi baahar lobby mein kisi ke kadmon ki aawaz aayi. Chappal ki chap chap, phir ek pal ki khamoshi, theek darwaze ke saamne. Vaishali ka poora jism akad gaya. Vikram bhi ruk gaya, lekin poora uske andar dhansa hua. Dono ki saansein ruki hui thi. Baahar se Rekha chachi ki neend bhari khaansi ki aawaz aayi, phir paani ki bottle khulne ki, phir kadam aage badh gaye. Uski jaanghein kaanp rahi thi.
Vaishali ne haath munh se hataya aur phusphusaayi, "Chachi thi... unhone suna hoga..."
Vikram ne neeche dekha aur shaitani se muskuraya. "Toh kal subah bata dengi sabko ki bahu ke ghungroo raat bhar baje." Aur usne ek zor ka dhakka diya.
"Ahhhh!" Vaishali ke munh se cheekh nikli aur usne do haathon se munh dabaa liya. Uski chut ne Vikram ko aur kas ke pakad liya. Woh khud hairaan thi. Darr ne use thanda nahi kiya tha, balki aur bhi garam kar diya tha. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Vikram ne use palta. "Ghutno par aa," usne kaha. Vaishali kaanpte hue ghutno aur haathon par aa gayi, chehra takiye mein. Is position mein woh aaine ke saamne thi. Usne nazar uthayi aur khud ko dekha. Ek nangi aurat, maang mein sindoor, gale mein mangalsutra latakta hua, peeche se ek jawaan mard use pakde hue. Vikram ne uski kamar ke kamarband ko mutthi mein pakda, jaise lagaam ho, aur peeche se andar ghus gaya. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Is baar har dhakka aur gehra tha. Uske bhaari nitamb Vikram ki jaanghon se takraate, thap thap thap, aur saath mein ghungroo ki chhan chhan. Vaishali ne takiya daanton mein daba liya. Uske boobs aage peeche jhool rahe the, mangalsutra uski chhati se takra raha tha. "Ahh... ahh... ji... dheere... mmmhh..." Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
"Dheere?" Vikram ne uske baal pakad ke uska sar thoda upar uthaya, taaki woh aaine mein dekhe. "Dekh apne aap ko, Meera. Dekh kaun hai tu."
Vaishali ne dekha. Aur jo usne dekha usse uske andar kuch toot gaya. Woh aurat sharminda nahi lag rahi thi. Uski aankhein aadhi band thi, honth khule the, gaal laal the. Woh ek aisi aurat lag rahi thi jo yahi chahti thi.
Haan. Yahi hoon main ab. Uski chut ne use aur kas ke pakad liya. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.

Vikram ne use doggy mein pakad kar zor zor se chodna jaari rakha. Uske bhaari gand har dhakke par uski jaanghon se takra rahi thi, thap thap thap, aur saath mein kamarband ke ghungroo paagalon ki tarah chhan chhan baj rahe the. Vaishali ne takiya daanton mein daba rakha tha, lekin aawazein phir bhi nikal rahi thi. "Ahh... ahh... Vikram... aur... aur gehra..." Uski chut ne use kas ke pakad liya tha. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.



Thodi der baad Vaishali ne apna haath peeche le jaakar Vikram ki jaangh par rakha aur dheere se kaha, "Rukiye... ek minute."
Vikram ruk gaya. Usne uski gand ko haath se sehlaaya. "Kya hua, Meera?"
Vaishali ne dheere se mudi. Uski aankhein laal thi, honth soojhe hue, aur chehre par woh ajeeb si bhookh thi jo ab tak usne khud kabhi nahi maani thi. "Muze upar baithna hai," usne kaanpti aawaz mein kaha. "Aap seedhe let jaaiye."
Vikram ki bhauein thodi si uthi. Phir uske honthon par dheemi muskaan aa gayi. Usne apna lund dheere se bahar nikala aur peeth ke bal bed par let gaya. Uska lund ab bhi poori tarah sakht tha, geela, aur uski chut ke ras se chamak raha tha.
Vaishali kaanpti hui uske upar aayi. Ek ghutna uski har taraf rakha, aur apne haath se uska lund pakad kar apni geeli chut par tikaya. Phir dheere dheere neeche baithi. Itna gehra gaya ki uske munh se ek lambi siskari nikli. "Haaaye... Bhagwan..." Uski chut ne use poora nigal liya. Ghungroo uske apne hilne se bajne lage.
Ab woh khud upar neeche hone lagi. Pehle dheere aage peeche, phir upar neeche. Uske bhare hue boobs uchhal rahe the, aur Vikram ne unhe dono haathon mein pakad liya. Kamarband ke ghungroo ab ek lay mein baj rahe the. Chhan chhan, chhan chhan. Vaishali ne ek haath munh par rakha, doosra Vikram ke seene par, aur hilti rahi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi. Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.
"Tu jaanti hai neeche Maa ne kya kaha tha?" Vikram ne haanfte hue kaha, uski gand ko pakad ke use aur zor se neeche kheenchte hue. "Ki teen din mein unhone tujhe pooja mein jitna khush dekha, utna kabhi kisi bahu ko nahi dekha. Aur Pandit ji ne jo santaan ka aashirwaad diya..."
Vaishali ki raftaar ek pal ruki. Uski jaanghein kaanp rahi thi.
Vikram ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Uski aawaz mein ab chhed nahi tha, ek ajeeb si sachchai thi. "Meera, maine faisla kar liya hai. Mujhe tujhse baccha chahiye. Is saal. Main ab aur intezaar nahi karna chahta."
Vaishali ka dil jaise seene se baahar aa gaya. Baccha. Bayalis saal ki umar mein. Arjun ke baad bees saal. Ramesh ka koi nahi, aur ab Vikram ka... Usne kuch kehna chaaha, lekin Vikram ne use palat kar neeche le liya, uski dono taangein apne kandhon par rakh li, aur is baar poori taaqat se dhakke dene laga. Uski chut ne use kas ke pakad liya.



"Bol, degi na?" Vikram ne har dhakke ke saath poocha. "Degi na mujhe mera baccha?"
"Ahh... ahh... haan... haan, de doongi..." Vaishali ke munh se nikla, aur use khud nahi pata tha ki yeh jism bol raha tha ya dil. Haath munh se hat chuka tha. Ab uski aawazein poore kamre mein goonj rahi thi, aur use koi parwaah nahi thi. "Haan Vikram... aur... aur zor se... ahhh..." Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Ghungroo paagalon ki tarah baj rahe the. Bed ka sirhana deewar se takra raha tha. Thap. Thap. Thap. Us patli deewar se. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Vaishali ki jhadne ki lahar achanak aayi. Uski jaanghein kaanpne lagi, kamar upar uthi, aur uski chut Vikram ke lund par baar baar sikudne lagi. Usne Vikram ki peeth mein naakhoon gaada diye aur ek lambi, toot ti hui cheekh nikali jise usne Vikram ke kandhe mein daant gaada kar dabaane ki koshish ki. "Mmmmhhhaaaahhh..." Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Uski sikudan ne Vikram ko bhi kinaare par dhakel diya. Usne uski gand ko kas ke pakda, apne aap ko poora andar dhansa diya, aur ek gehri garaj ke saath uske andar jhad gaya. Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya, garam dhaar ke baad dhaar, uski kokh ke darwaze par. Vikram nikla nahi. Woh usi tarah uske upar pada raha, poora andar, aur uske kaan mein phusphusaaya, "Andar hi rehne de. Aashirwaad hai."



Kamra dheere dheere shaant hua. Sirf do jismon ki haanfti saansein, aur kamarband ke ghungroo ki aakhri, halki si chhan. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Vikram kuch der baad uske bagal mein let gaya aur use apni baahon mein kheench liya. Uska haath uske pet par tha, naabhi ke neeche, jaise wahan kuch dhoond raha ho. "Meri Meera," usne neend bhari aawaz mein kaha. "Ab is ghar mein tera baccha khelega." Aur kuch hi minton mein uski saansein gehri ho gayi.
Vaishali jaagti rahi. Uski chut ke najdik garam geelapan tha, Vikram ka, aur woh use saaf karne nahi uthi. Usne chhat ko dekha. Maine haan bol diya. Sach mein haan bol diya. Aur us khayal ke saath darr nahi aaya, ek ajeeb sa sukoon aaya, jaise koi bojh utar gaya ho. Vaishali dheere dheere kam ho rahi thi. Meera badh rahi thi. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Usne phone uthaya. Raat ke ek baj kar das minute. Ramesh ka koi naya message nahi tha. Lekin uska aakhri message, "Dhyaan rakhna apna," ke neeche ab bhi "online" likha tha. Woh jaag raha tha. Use pata tha ki aaj teesri raat hai, aur use pata tha iska matlab kya hai.
Vaishali ne phone rakh diya. Uski chut ke andar ab bhi ek ajeeb si kasak thi.

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Chauthe din ki subah bungalow mein ek alag hi raunak thi. Teen din ki poojaon aur rasmon ke baad ab koi jaldi nahi thi, aur dining hall mein lambi table par garam aloo paranthe, makhan, dahi aur adrak wali chai ki khushboo phaili hui thi. Vaishali neeche aayi toh usne halki gulabi rang ki ek sleeveless chiffon saree pehni thi, jiska blouse peeche se gehra katta hua tha aur pallu itna patla ki uski kamar ki gori chamdi aur naabhi ka gaddha saaf dikhta tha. Kamar par aaj bhi woh sone ka kamarband tha, kyunki saas ne kaha tha ki bahu ke pehle hafte tak kamarband nahi utarta. Aur har kadam par uske ghungroo chhan chhan karke sabko yaad dila rahe the ki kal raat kya hua tha. Uski chut ke najdik ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi thi, jaise ghungroo ki aawaz uske jism ko bhi yaad dila rahi ho.
Usne jaise hi chai ka cup uthaya, Rekha chachi ne apni paranthe ki plate side mein rakhi aur muskura kar boli, "Bahu, raat ko neend aayi ya nahi? Hum toh lobby mein so rahe the, aur raat bhar koi mandir ki ghanti baja raha tha. Chhan chhan chhan. Hum soche shayad bahu pooja kar rahi hai."
Poori table par ek pal ki khamoshi chhaa gayi, aur phir saari auratein hans padi. Pinky ne munh par haath rakh liya aur chhot si cheekh maar ke hasi. Saas ne jhooth mooth ka gussa dikhate hue kaha, "Rekha, chup kar, bahu sharma jaayegi." Lekin unke apne honthon par bhi muskaan thi. Vaishali ki jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Vaishali ka chehra laal tamatar ho gaya. Usne nazren cup mein gaad di aur dheere se boli, "Chachi ji... woh... kamarband naya hai na, karvat lete hi bajta hai." Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
"Haan haan, karvat," Rekha chachi ne aankh maari. "Bahut saari karvatein li tumne raat bhar. Vikram beta, bahu ko aaram karne diya karo, abhi toh puri zindagi padi hai."
Vikram, jo ab tak chupchaap paranthe kha raha tha, bina sharmaaye bola, "Chachi, Pandit ji ne khud santaan ka aashirwaad diya tha. Main toh bas unki baat maan raha tha." Uska haath table ke neeche Vaishali ki jaangh par pahunch gaya.
Is baar hasi itni zor ki thi ki bartan khanak uthe. Vaishali ne table ke neeche Vikram ki jaangh par zor se chimti kaati, aur Vikram ne bina chehra badle uska haath pakad ke apni jaangh par hi daba liya. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Table ke aakhri kone par Arjun baitha tha. Uski aankhon ke neeche kaale ghere the, aur woh apne parathe ko bas tod tod ke plate mein ghuma raha tha. Jab sab hans rahe the, uski nazar ek pal ke liye Vaishali se mili. Vaishali ne turant aankhein hata li. Use pata tha ki agar kisi ne kal raat sab kuch suna tha, toh woh Arjun tha. Uske dil mein ek chubhan hui, lekin us chubhan ke neeche ek ajeeb si garmi bhi thi jise woh samajhna nahi chahti thi. Uski jaanghein phir se ek doosri se chipak gayi.



Naashte ke baad saas ne kaha, "Vikram, bahu ko ghar toh dikhaya hi nahi tune theek se. Teen din se sirf pooja aur rasmein. Ja, apna purana kamra dikha, apni cheezein dikha. Ab woh is ghar ki maalkin hai, use sab pata hona chahiye." Phir unhone Arjun ki taraf dekha, "Aur tum bhi jaao beta, apne jeeju ka bachpan dekh lo."
Bungalow ki teesri manzil par ek lamba sa gallery jaisa corridor tha, jiske ek taraf bade bade kamre band pade the. Vikram aage chal raha tha, Vaishali uske peeche, aur Arjun sabse peeche, haath jebon mein daale. Corridor ke deewaron par purani photos lagi thi, Vikram ke dada ki, uske papa ki jawaani ki, aur ek chhote se gol matol ladke ki jo college uniform mein jhulle par baitha tha. Har kadam par Vaishali ke ghungroo chhan chhan baj rahe the, aur uski chut ke najdik phir se kasak uth gayi.
"Yeh aap ho?" Vaishali ne us photo ke saamne ruk kar hairat se poocha. "Itne mote the aap?"
"Mote nahi, healthy," Vikram ne naraaz hone ka natak kiya. "Maa mujhe din mein paanch baar ghee wala khana khilati thi. Gym toh college mein jaake shuru kiya." Uski nazar Vaishali ke sleeveless blouse ke peeche se dikhti nangi peeth par gayi.
Vaishali hans padi, aur woh hasi itni sachchi thi ki use khud hairat hui. Teen din se woh sirf ek perfect bahu ka role nibha rahi thi. Ab pehli baar woh bas ek aurat thi jo apne pati ke bachpan ki photos dekh ke hans rahi thi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Corridor ke aakhir mein ek darwaza tha jis par ab bhi ek purana sticker laga tha, kisi cricket player ka, aadha phata hua. Vikram ne darwaza khola. "Yeh raha. Mera kingdom."
Kamra chhota tha baaki bungalow ke mukable, lekin usmein ek alag hi garmahat thi. Ek single bed jis par neeli chadar bichhi thi, deewar par cricket bat aur kuch medals tange the, ek study table jispe ab bhi purani kitaabein padi thi, aur khidki ke paas ek purani wooden almari. Hawa mein band kamre ki halki si khushboo thi, purane kagaz aur lakdi ki. Vaishali andar gayi aur ek bachche ki tarah har cheez ko chhoone lagi. Usne medals uthaye. "college race mein first? Aap?" Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.
"Inter college, hundred meter," Vikram ne garv se kaha, darwaze ki chaukhat par tike hue. "Uske baad meri race ki life khatam ho gayi kyunki maa ne paranthe badha diye."
Vaishali phir hans padi. Usne study table ki drawer kholi aur andar se ek purani diary nikaali. Vikram ne turant aage badh ke chheenne ki koshish ki. "Arre nahi nahi, woh nahi!"
Lekin Vaishali tez thi. Woh diary lekar khidki ki taraf bhaagi, aur ghungroo chhan chhan karke baje. Usne ek panna khola aur padhne lagi, "Aaj Neha ne mujhe dekh ke smile ki. Shayad woh mujhse pyaar karti hai..." Woh itni zor se hasi ki uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya. "Neha kaun thi, Vikram ji?" Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
"Class nine ki crush," Vikram ne haar maan ke bed par baithte hue kaha, chehra haathon mein chhupa ke. "Usne kabhi mujhse baat bhi nahi ki. Maine teen saal tak uske liye diary likhi."
Darwaze par khade Arjun ke honthon par bhi ek halki si muskaan aa gayi, jo kal raat se pehli baar thi.
Vaishali diary band karke Vikram ke paas aayi aur use waapas thama di. Phir woh uske bagal mein, us chhote se single bed par baith gayi. Bed chooon karke bola. Usne kamre ko ek baar phir dekha, aur uski aawaz naram ho gayi. "Achha laga. Aapko aise dekhna. Chhote Vikram ko. Jo Neha ke liye diary likhta tha." Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Vikram ne uski taraf dekha. Kamre ki khidki se subah ki dhoop seedhi uske chehre par pad rahi thi, uske maang ke sindoor ko aur bhi laal bana rahi thi. Woh kuch pal chup raha. Phir usne dheere se kaha, "Is kamre mein baith ke maine hazaar baar socha tha ki meri biwi kaisi hogi. Kabhi socha nahi tha ki itni sundar hogi. Aur kabhi nahi socha tha ki woh yahan, isi bed par, mere bagal mein baithi hogi."
Vaishali ka dil pighal gaya. Usne apna haath uske haath par rakh diya. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.

Kamre ki khidki se subah ki dhoop seedhi un dono par pad rahi thi. Vaishali Vikram ke bagal mein us purane single bed par baithi thi, uska haath ab bhi Vikram ke haath mein tha. Thodi der tak dono chup baithe rahe. Neeche kahin door se rasoi ke bartanon ki aawaz aur auraton ki baaton ki halki si goonj aa rahi thi. Is chhote se kamre mein Vaishali ko pehli baar laga jaise woh kisi ka dil dekh rahi ho.
Vikram apne angoothe se uski hatheli par dheere dheere gol gol ghuma raha tha. Phir usne achanak kaha, “Maa kehti thi main bahut sharmeela tha. Ghar mein koi mehmaan aata toh main isi almari ke peeche chhup jaata tha. Aur aaj dekho, saare ghar ke saamne tujhe le ke kamre mein aa gaya.”
Vaishali dheere se hansi. “Sharmeela? Aap? Jo naashte par sabke saamne Pandit ji ka naam le ke…” Usne baat adhoori chhod di aur uske gaal phir se laal ho gaye. Uski chut ke najdik ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
“Woh toh tere liye,” Vikram ne uski taraf mud kar kaha. “Tere saamne meri saari sharam bhaag jaati hai, Meera.”
Usne apna doosra haath uthaya aur Vaishali ke chehre par aayi ek lat ko dheere se uske kaan ke peeche kar diya. Uski ungliyan wahan se hati nahi. Woh uske kaan ki lau par ruki, jahan heere ka jhumka latak raha tha, phir dheere dheere neeche aayi, uski gardan ke kinare par, jahan kal raat ke nishaan ab halke neele pad chuke the. Vaishali ki saans ek pal ke liye atak gayi.
“Vikram ji…” usne dheere se kaha.
“Hmm?”
“Kuch nahi.” Usne nazren jhuka li. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Vikram ki ungliyan uske kandhe tak aayi, uske nange, gore kandhe par, jahan sleeveless blouse ka patla sa kinara tha. Wahan usne apni ungli ki nok se ek lakeer kheenchi, kandhe se lekar baanh ke upar tak, aur waapas. Vaishali ke poore haath par rongte khade ho gaye. Usne apne honth daba liye. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Phir Vikram jhuka aur usi kandhe par apne honth rakh diye. Ek chhota sa, garam chumma. Phir doosra, thoda gardan ki taraf. Uski saans uski chamdi par garam thi, aur uski halki si dadhi chubh rahi thi. Vaishali ki aankhein apne aap band hone lagi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Lekin tabhi use darwaze ka khayal aaya. Usne jhatke se aankhein kholi aur darwaze ki taraf dekha. Darwaza aadha khula tha, aur chaukhat par Arjun ki parchhai pad rahi thi. Woh abhi bhi wahin tha, corridor mein, deewar se tika hua.
“Vikram ji, ruko,” Vaishali ne ghabra kar phusphusaaya, uske seene par haath rakh ke use thoda peeche kiya. “Arjun… Arjun wahin khada hai. Woh dekh lega.”
Vikram ne mud kar darwaze ki taraf dekha, phir waapas Vaishali ki taraf. Uske honthon par ek dheemi, shaitaani si muskaan phail gayi. Usne aawaz aur neeche karke, uske kaan ke bilkul paas aake kaha, “Dekh lega? Meera, Goa mein woh pehle hi sab kuch dekh chuka hai. Jacuzzi mein, aaine ke saamne, tu meri god mein thi aur woh darwaze par khada tha. Teri panty tak maine usi ke haath se li thi. Ab kaunsi haya bachi hai uske saamne?”
Vaishali ka poora chehra, gardan tak, laal ho gaya. Uski aankhon ke saamne Goa ki woh raat ek film ki tarah ghoom gayi. Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.
“Aap… aap bahut gande ho,” usne kaanpti aawaz mein kaha, aur apna chehra uske kandhe mein chhupa liya. Lekin uski aawaz mein gussa nahi tha. Ek ajeeb si kampan thi. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Vikram ne uska chehra apne kandhe se uthaya aur uski aankhon mein dekha. “Gande hum dono hain, Meera,” usne kaha. “Isliye toh itne achhe lagte hain ek doosre ko.”
Phir woh utha. Vaishali ne socha woh darwaza band karne ja raha hai, lekin Vikram ne darwaza poora khola aur baahar Arjun ke paas jaake khada ho gaya. Vaishali bed par baithi rahi, apni saree ka pallu mutthi mein bheenche, aur unhe dekhti rahi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Vikram ne Arjun ke kandhe par apna bhaari haath rakha. “Saale sahab, ek kaam karoge mere liye?”
Arjun ne nazren uthaayi. Uski aankhein laal thi. “Haan, jeeju.”
“Yahin corridor mein khade raho. Seedhiyon par nazar rakhna. Agar koi upar aata dikhe, Maa, chachi, Pinky, koi bhi, toh darwaza do baar zor se khatkhata dena. Theek hai?” Phir usne aawaz neeche ki aur Arjun ke kaan ke paas jhuk ke kaha, “Teri bua ke saath thodi der akele rehna hai. Teen din se ek pal ki fursat nahi mili. Tu samajhdaar hai.”
Arjun ka jabda kas gaya. Usne ek pal ke liye Vikram ke kandhe ke upar se kamre ke andar dekha, seedha Vaishali ki taraf. Vaishali ne nazren nahi jhukaayi is baar. Dono ki aankhein mili, ek lamba, khamosh pal. Phir Arjun ne nazren hata li.
“Theek hai, jeeju. Main dekh lunga.”
“Shabaash.”
Vikram andar aaya aur darwaza band kar diya. Chitkani ki khat ki aawaz kamre mein goonji. Vaishali ne woh aawaz suni aur uska dil uchhal ke gale mein aa gaya. Ab is kamre mein sirf woh dono the. Aur ek patle se lakdi ke darwaze ke us paar, uska beta, unka pehredaar bankar khada tha. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Vikram dheere dheere chalta hua bed ki taraf aaya. Har kadam ke saath Vaishali ki saans aur tez hoti gayi. Woh uske saamne aake khada hua, aur use upar se dekha. Vaishali ne nazar uthaayi. Uske chehre par ab koi mazaak nahi tha, sirf bhookh thi.
“Uth,” usne dheere se kaha.
Vaishali khadi hui. Vikram ne use apni taraf kheencha aur uske honthon par apne honth rakh diye. Is baar chumma dheema nahi tha. Woh bhookha tha, gehra, uski zubaan seedha uske munh mein utar gayi. Vaishali ke haath uske kurte par aaye, use pakde hue, aur uske ghungroo ek baar halke se baje. Uski saansein tez ho gayi. Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.
Vikram ne chumte chumte uska pallu kandhe se gira diya. Gulabi chiffon sarsaraata hua neeche gira aur uski kamar par aake atak gaya. Ab uske upar sirf woh gehra blouse tha, jiske kinare se uske bhare hue boobs ki golai baahar jhaank rahi thi.
Vikram ne apne honth uske honthon se hataye aur neeche le gaya, uski thodi par, gardan par, phir chhati ki lakeer par, jahan blouse khatam hota tha. Usne wahan zubaan phiraayi, dheere se, upar se neeche, aur Vaishali ne apna sar peeche jhuka liya. Uski ungliyan blouse ke hookon par aayi. Ek. Do. Teen. Blouse aage se khul gaya, aur usne use kandhon se sarka diya. Andar halki gulabi lace ki bra thi. Vikram ne use bhi upar sarka diya, aur Vaishali ke gore, bhare hue boobs khidki ki dhoop mein khul gaye.
“Ji… din hai,” usne kaanpti aawaz mein kaha, apne haath chhati par rakhte hue. “Roshni hai. Sab dikh raha hai.”
“Isiliye toh,” Vikram ne uske haath hataye. “Raat ko andhere mein dekha. Aaj din mein dekhna hai.”
Usne ek boob ko apne haath mein bhara, dheere se dabaya, aur doosre ke sire ko apne honthon mein le liya. Usne choosa, pehle dheere, phir zor se, aur zubaan se uske sakht hote sire ke chaaro taraf ghumaata raha. Vaishali ke munh se ek dabi hui siskari nikli, “Sssss… aaah…” Usne turant apna haath munh par rakh liya aur darwaze ki taraf dekha. Kuch nahi. Sirf khamoshi. Uski chut ne use kas ke pakad liya.
Lekin woh jaanti thi ki us khamoshi ke us paar Arjun khada hai. Aur woh jaanti thi ki usne woh siskari suni hogi.
Vaishali ne apne baal theek karne ke liye haath upar uthaya. Uske dono haath uske baalon mein ghus gaye, aur uske sleeveless blouse ke neeche se uski gori armpits saaf dikhne lage. Vikram ki nazar wahan atak gayi. Uske pajama ke andar uska lund pehle se hi sakht tha, lekin ab woh aur bhi tan gaya. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.



Vikram ne uske baal se haath hataye aur jhuk kar uski ek armpit par apne honth rakh diye. Usne wahan zubaan phiraayi, dheere se, upar se neeche, aur phir choos liya. Vaishali ka poora jism kaanp gaya. “Ahh… Vikram… wahan nahi…”
Vikram ne uski doosri armpit par bhi zubaan phiraayi aur uske kaan ke paas aakar phusphusaaya, “Ki… tumhe pata hai muze kaise mood mein lana hai meri jaan… yahi toh meri kamzori hai.” Usne phir se uski armpit ko chaata, uski garam saans uski chamdi par lag rahi thi. Vaishali ki jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi. Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.
Vikram ne use waapas bed par baitha diya, aur phir dheere se peeche lita diya. Purana single bed choon karke bola. Usne uski saree ko neeche se pakda aur dheere dheere upar sarkaana shuru kiya. Chiffon uski gori pindliyon par se phisla, phir ghutnon par se, phir uski bhari hui, chikni jaanghon par se. Har inch ke saath Vikram jhuk kar wahan chumma deta. Ghutne ke andar. Jaangh ke beech mein. Aur upar. Aur upar. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.



Jab saree uski kamar tak simat gayi, toh Vaishali ki halki gulabi panty dikhi, jo beech mein gehre rang ki ho chuki thi, geeli. Vikram ne wahan apni ungli rakhi aur dheere se dabaya. Vaishali ki kamar bed se uth gayi aur kamarband ke ghungroo baj uthe. Chhan chhan. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
“Itni geeli?” Vikram ne muskura ke kaha. “Arjun ki baat se hui ya meri?”
“Chup… chup raho…” Vaishali ne aankhein band karke kaha, lekin uski jaanghein khud ba khud thodi aur khul gayi.
Vikram ne panty ke kinaron mein ungliyan phansaayi aur use dheere dheere neeche kheencha, uski jaanghon se, ghutnon se, pindliyon se, aur aakhir mein payal ke paas se nikaal diya. Usne woh panty haath mein li, ek pal dekha, aur muskurate hue apni jeb mein daal li. Vaishali ne woh dekha, aur uska dil dhadak gaya, lekin usne kuch nahi kaha. Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.
Phir Vikram ne apna pajama neeche kiya. Uska lund baahar aaya, poori tarah tana hua, mota aur nasdaar, sire par ek chamakti hui boond. Dhoop mein woh aur bhi bada lag raha tha. Vaishali ne use dekha, aur uske gale mein kuch atak gaya. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Vikram uske upar aaya. Purana bed zor se choon kiya. Usne apne lund ka sira uski chut ke honthon par rakha aur upar neeche ragda, uske geelepan mein bhigote hue. Vaishali ki saans ruk gayi. Usne apni ungliyan bed ki neeli chadar mein gaada di.
“Vikram ji… jaldi… koi aa jaayega…”
“Pehredaar hai na baahar,” Vikram ne kaha, aur ek lambe, dheeme dhakke ke saath uske andar utar gaya.
“Aaaahhh…” Vaishali ke munh se aawaz nikli, aur usne dono haathon se apna munh daba liya. Woh itna bhara hua mehsoos kar rahi thi, itna kasa hua, ki uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Vikram ruka, uske andar poora dhansa hua, aur uske maathe par ek chumma diya. Phir woh hilne laga. Uski chut ne use kas ke pakad liya. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.

Vikram uske upar aaya. Purana single bed zor se choon kiya. Usne apne lund ka sira uski chut ke honthon par rakha aur upar neeche ragda, uske geelepan mein bhigote hue. Vaishali ki saans ruk gayi. Usne apni ungliyan bed ki neeli chadar mein gaada di. Uski chut ke najdik ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
“Vikram ji… jaldi… koi aa jaayega…”
“Pehredaar hai na baahar,” Vikram ne kaha, aur ek lambe, dheeme dhakke ke saath uske andar utar gaya.
“Aaaahhh…” Vaishali ke munh se aawaz nikli, aur usne dono haathon se apna munh daba liya. Woh itna bhara hua mehsoos kar rahi thi, itna kasa hua, ki uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Vikram ruka, uske andar poora dhansa hua, aur uske maathe par ek chumma diya. Phir woh hilne laga. Uski saansein tez ho gayi. Uski chut ne use kas ke pakad liya.
Pehle dheere. Lamba bahar, lamba andar. Har dhakke ke saath purana bed choon choon karta, jaise bees saal ki neend se jaag gaya ho. Aur har dhakke ke saath kamarband ke ghungroo chhan chhan bajte. Vaishali ne munh par haath rakha hua tha, lekin aawazein ungliyon ke beech se nikal hi jaati, “Mmmh… mmmhhh… ahh…” Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Vikram ne uski dono jaanghein pakad kar upar utha di, aur ab har dhakka aur gehra jaane laga. Thap thap thap. Uske bhare hue boobs har dhakke ke saath upar neeche uchhal rahe the, mangalsutra uski chhati par idhar udhar jhool raha tha. Bed ka sirhana deewar se halke se takra raha tha. Chhan chhan. Choon choon. Thap thap. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
“Shhh… Vikram ji… bed… bed bahut aawaz kar raha hai…” Vaishali ne haanfte hue kaha.
“Bees saal mein pehli baar kisi kaam aa raha hai,” Vikram ne haanfte hue kaha, aur aur zor se dhakka diya. Vaishali ki hasi aur siskari ek saath nikli. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Vikram ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Uske dhakke ab bhi gehre aur dheeme the. “Meera… main aaj is kamre mein baith ke soch raha tha… main wahi nau saal ka Vikram hoon… jise tum jaisi biwi mili hai. Woh chhota sa Vikram jo Neha ke liye diary likhta tha… aaj usko tum mili ho. Aur woh bahut khush hai.”
Vaishali ne aankhein band kar li. Uski chut ne use aur kas ke pakad liya. “Aap… aap bahut paagal ho…” usne haanfte hue kaha. “Lekin… main aapko khush rakhna chahti hoon…” Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.



“Haan… isi tarah…” Vikram ne kaha, aur ek gehra dhakka diya. “Isi tarah chudwao. Wahi chhota Vikram aaj khush ho raha hai… tum jaisi biwi ke saath…”
Vaishali ne apna haath munh se hataya. Uske honth khul gaye. “Haan… aap khush raho… main… main aapko khush rakhna chahti hoon…” Usne apni jaanghein uske kandhon par kaskar baandh li. “Aur zor se… Vikram ji… aur gehra…” Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Vikram ne uski gand ko dono haathon se pakda aur aur zor se dhakke dene laga. Thap thap thap. Bed ab poori tarah hil raha tha. Ghungroo paagalon ki tarah chhan chhan baj rahe the. Vaishali ke boobs har dhakke par uchhal rahe the. Woh ab khud bhi uske dhakkon se milkar hil rahi thi. “Ahh… ahh… haan… isi tarah… Vikram… aap khush raho… main aapki hoon…” Uski chut ne use kas ke pakad liya.
Darwaze ke us paar, Arjun ne deewar se peeth tika li thi. Uski aankhein seedhiyon par thi, lekin uske kaan andar the. Choon choon. Chhan chhan. Thap thap. Aur woh dabi hui aawaz, jo uski maa ki thi. Usne apni mutthiyan itni zor se bheenchi ki uske naakhoon hatheliyon mein gad gaye.
Andar, Vikram ne use palat diya. “Ghutno par aa,” usne kaha. Vaishali kaanpte hue ghutnon aur haathon par aa gayi, chehra neeli chadar mein. Uski saree uski kamar par lipti thi, aur uske gore, bhare hue gand dhoop mein khule the. Vikram ne unhe dono haathon mein pakda, dabaya, aur peeche se andar ghus gaya. Is position mein woh aur bhi gehra gaya, aur Vaishali ne chadar daanton mein daba li. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
“Haan… isi tarah…” Vikram ne haanfte hue kaha, uski gand ko pakad ke. “Wahi nau saal ka Vikram aaj bahut khush hai… tum jaisi biwi ke saath… isi tarah chudwao…”
Vaishali ne chadar se munh uthaya. “Haan… aap khush raho… main… main aapko khush rakhna chahti hoon…” Usne apni gand thodi aur peeche ki. “Aur zor se… Vikram… aur gehra… ahhh…” Uski chut ne use kas ke pakad liya. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Tabhi darwaze par do zor ki khatkhatahat hui. Thak. Thak.
Dono jam gaye. Vikram uske andar poora dhansa hua, aur Vaishali ki saans gale mein atki hui. Baahar se Arjun ki aawaz aayi, thodi oonchi, “Pinky! Kahan ja rahi hai? Neeche chal, chachi bula rahi hain.”
“Bhabhi ko bulane aayi thi, mehendi ka design dikhana hai,” Pinky ki aawaz aayi.
“Woh jeeju unhe photos dikha rahe hain. Main bata dunga. Chal.” Kadmon ki aawaz door hoti gayi.
Andar, us darr ne Vaishali ke andar ek lahar utha di. Bina kisi chetaavni ke, uski chut Vikram ke lund par kaanpne lagi, sikudne lagi. Usne chadar daanton mein aur zor se bheenchi aur poore jism se kaanpte hue jhad gayi, ek bhi aawaz nikaale bina. Vikram ne woh mehsoos kiya, aur do teen gehre dhakkon ke baad woh bhi uske andar jhad gaya, ek dabi hui garaj ke saath, uski gand ko kas ke pakde hue. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Kuch der baad, Vaishali ne kaanpte haathon se blouse ke hook lagaaye, saree theek ki, aur aaine mein apna sindoor aur bigdi lipstick dekhi. Uski panty Vikram ki jeb mein thi. Uski chut ke najdik garam geelapan tha. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Usne darwaza khola. Arjun deewar se tika khada tha, sar neeche jhukaaye. Vaishali uske saamne ruki. Woh kuch kehna chahti thi, lekin kuch nahi keh payi. Arjun ne nazar nahi uthaayi.
Peeche se Vikram aaya, kurta theek karte hue. Usne Arjun ke kandhe par haath maara aur hanste hue kaha, “Arre, itna udaas kyun hai, saale sahab? Koi tension nahi. Pata hai, pichhli baar Goa mein teri Bhabhi ki panty di thi tujhe.” Usne apni jeb thapthapaayi. “Aaj bhi kuch na kuch de dunga. Teri bhi toh khatirdari karni padegi na, aakhir pehredaari ki hai tune.”
Woh zor se hansa, Vaishali ki kamar mein haath daala, aur use corridor ki taraf le chala. “Chal Meera, ab tujhe terrace dikhata hoon. Wahan se poora sheher dikhta hai.”
Vaishali uske saath chal padi. Usne peeche mud kar nahi dekha. Lekin har kadam par uske ghungroo baje. Chhan. Chhan. Chhan. Aur use pata tha, bina dekhe, ki Arjun ki nazrein uski peeth par tiki hui thi. Uski chut ke andar ab bhi ek ajeeb si kasak thi.

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Chauthe din ki subah Vikram ke parivaar ke bade se bungalow mein ek alag hi halchal thi. Aangan mein tulsi ke paas Vikram ki maa ne diya jalaya tha, rasoi se ghee mein bhune hue sooji ke halwe ki khushboo aa rahi thi, aur bahar driveway mein Vikram ki kaali SUV dhul kar chamak rahi thi, kyunki aaj naya joda shehar ke apne naye flat mein waapas jaane wala tha. Meera ne aaj ek halki gulabi chiffon ki sleeveless saree pehni thi, jiske kinaare par chaandi ka patla sa zari ka kaam tha, aur uske saath ek deep back wala blouse tha jiski dori uski peeth par ek chhoti si gaanth mein bandhi hui thi. Uske maang mein laal sindoor ki gehri lakeer thi, haathon mein mehendi ka rang ab bhi gaadha tha, aur kalaai mein laal-safed chooda halki si aawaaz ke saath khanak raha tha jab bhi woh apni chunni ya pallu theek karti thi. Har kadam par uski chut ke najdik ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi thi, jaise kal raat ki yaad ab bhi uske jism mein bachi hui ho.
Woh rasoi mein saas ke saath khadi thi aur halwe ka dabba pack kar rahi thi, jab saas ne apna phone uthaya aur kaha, "Bahu, tere bhaiya ko phone laga deti hoon, pag phera ki baat to karni padegi na, rasam to rasam hai." Meera ke haath ek pal ke liye ruk gaye. Usne kuch nahi kaha, bas dabbe ka dhakkan dheere se band kiya, aur saas ne phone speaker par daal diya. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.




Do ghanti ke baad Ramesh ki aawaaz aayi, wahi bhaari, thodi thaki hui, jaani-pehchaani aawaaz jo Meera bees saal se har subah sunti aayi thi. "Hello, namaste ji."
"Namaste beta, main Vikram ki maa bol rahi hoon. Aaj bachche waapas aa rahe hain. Hamare yahan rasam hai ki shaadi ke baad beti pehli baar apne maayke jaati hai, pag phera karti hai, aur ek raat wahin rukti hai. Aapke yahan bhi hota hoga. To aaj raat Meera aur Vikram aapke yahan khana khayenge aur wahin rukenge. Aap bura to nahi manenge?"
Line par kuch second ki khamoshi rahi. Meera ne apni saans rok li, aur uski nazar saas ke kandhe ke paar Vikram par padi, jo darwaze se tikka hua muskura raha tha. Phir Ramesh ki aawaaz aayi, bilkul shaant aur vinamra. "Ji, zaroor. Yeh to hamari khushkismati hai. Priya bhi aayi hui hai, hum sab intezaar karenge." Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
"Bahut achha beta, jeete raho," saas ne kaha aur phone kaat diya. Meera ne halwe ka dabba thaila mein rakha aur jhuk kar saas ke pair chhue. Saas ne uske sir par haath rakha aur kaha, "Jaldi khushkhabri sunaana, bahu." Meera sharma kar muskura di, lekin uske man mein ek chhota sa darr aur ek chhoti si raahat dono saath-saath the, kyunki uske purse ki andar wali jeb mein woh chhoti si goliyon ki patti abhi bhi surakshit thi, jiske baare mein sirf woh jaanti thi. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Drive lamba tha, kareeb chaar ghante ka. Highway par SUV aaraam se bhaag rahi thi, AC ki thandi hawa Meera ki nangi baahon par lag rahi thi, aur Vikram ek haath steering par rakh ke doosra haath baar-baar uski jaangh par rakh deta tha, chiffon ke upar se uski naram tvacha ko dabaata hua. Meera ne khidki se bahar khet aur dhaabe peeche jaate hue dekhe aur sochti rahi ki aaj raat kya hoga. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
"Pata hai Meera," Vikram ne highway ke ek dhaabe ke paas gaadi dheemi karte hue kaha, "kitni mazedaar baat hai. Tera maayka aur tera sasural, dono ek hi building mein. Apna flat aur tere bhaiya ka flat, beech mein bas ek deewar. Do kadam ka maayka hai tera."
Meera ne halki si hansi ke saath kaha, "Ji, aap bhi na. Sab kuch mazaak bana dete hain." Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.
"Mazaak nahi hai, jaan," Vikram ne uski jaangh ko thoda zor se dabaate hue kaha aur uske kaan ke paas jhuk gaya. "Apne bas, naya bistar hai, nayi chadar hai... par vasool aaj tere bhaiya ke ghar karenge, tumhare purane bistar pe. Wahan jahan tu itne saal soyi hai."
Meera ka chehra laal ho gaya aur uski saans thodi tez ho gayi. Usne kuch kehne ke liye honth khole, phir band kar liye, aur apna pallu kandhe par theek karne lagi. Uske man mein Ramesh ka chehra aaya, aur woh purana kamra jahan unki shaadi ki photo lagi thi, aur usne apne aap se poocha ki kya woh sach mein yeh kar paayegi. Phir Vikram ne gear badla, uski ungliyan uski jaangh ke andar ki taraf aur upar sarak gayi, aur Meera ne aankhen band kar ke sir seat par tika diya. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi. Uski chut ne use kas ke pakad liya.



Jab SUV society ke gate par pahunchi tab shaam ke saath baj chuke the aur aasmaan mein naarangi aur jaamuni rang mil rahe the. Guard ne salute kiya aur gate khola. Meera ne jaldi se apne pallu ko sir par thoda aage kheench liya aur badi kaali sunglasses laga li, haalaanki suraj ab lagbhag doob chuka tha. Yeh woh society thi jahan usne Vaishali ban kar bees saal guzare the, jahan har guard, har kaamwali, har padosan use jaanti thi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Building ke neeche aate hi sabko kahani pata thi jo pichhle mahine phailayi gayi thi. Vaishali ki maa ki tabiyat bahut kharab hai, isliye Vaishali unki dekhbhaal ke liye gaon chali gayi hai aur kuch mahine waapas nahi aayegi. Padosiyon ne Vaishali ko phone bhi kiya tha. Mrs. Kulkarni ne khud do baar call kiya tha, aur Meera ne, Vaishali ki aawaaz mein, thake hue lehje mein bataya tha ki "Maa ko bahut kamzori hai, doctor ne aaram bataya hai, main kuch mahine yahin rahungi, aap sab dhyaan rakhna Arjun aur unka." Aur ussi hafte bagal wale khaali flat mein naya joda shift hua tha, Vikram aur uski nayi dulhan Meera, jo Ramesh ki door ki behen batayi gayi thi aur jo, sab kehte the, bilkul Vaishali jaisi dikhti thi.
Lift mein ghuste hi Meera ka dil zor se dhadakne laga, kyunki andar pehle se Mrs. Kulkarni khadi thi, haath mein sabzi ka thaila liye, apni hamesha wali neeli nightie ke upar dupatta daale hue. Meera ne sunglasses nahi utaare, bas halka sa sir jhuka ke muskura di. Uski chut ke najdik phir se kasak uth gayi.
"Arre, naya joda waapas aa gaya!" Mrs. Kulkarni ne khushi se kaha aur Meera ko upar se neeche tak dekha. "Kitni sundar lag rahi ho beta. Sach kahun, tumhe dekh kar har baar dhakka lagta hai, bilkul Vaishali jaisi lagti ho. Wahi chaal, wahi kad. Bas tum thodi patli aur jawaan ho."
Meera ne apni aawaaz ko jaan-boojh kar thoda patla aur meetha kiya, jaise koi nayi bahu bolti hai. "Ji aunty, sab yahi kehte hain. Bhaiya ke parivaar mein hi hoon na, door ka khoon hai, shayad isliye." Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
"Haan haan." Mrs. Kulkarni ne thoda ruk kar kaha, "Vaishali ki maa ki tabiyat kaisi hai, kuch pata? Maine pichhle hafte phone kiya tha, bechaari bahut thaki hui lag rahi thi."
Meera ke gale mein ek pal ke liye kuch atak gaya. Usi waqt lift ka darwaza teesri manzil par khula aur Priya andar aayi, jo neeche shagun ka saamaan lene gayi thi. Usne ek nazar mein sab samajh liya aur turant bol padi, "Aunty, kal hi baat hui thi bhabhi se. Naani ab thoda behtar hain, khana khaane lagi hain, par doctor ne abhi do-teen mahine aur aaraam bola hai. Bhabhi wahin rahengi tab tak."
"Bhagwaan bhala kare," Mrs. Kulkarni ne kaha. "Vaishali ko mera pranaam kehna." Meera ne turant kaha, "Ji aunty, zaroor bataungi. Bhaiya bhi roz baat karte hain unse." Mrs. Kulkarni apni manzil par utar gayi, aur jaise hi darwaza band hua, Meera ne Priya ka haath kas ke pakad liya aur ek lambi saans chhodi. Vikram peeche khada aaraam se muskura raha tha, jaise use is poore khel mein maza aa raha ho. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Apne naye flat mein unhone saamaan rakha. Flat abhi bhi naya-naya tha, deewaron par taaza paint ki halki gandh thi, sofa par plastic ki patli parat abhi poori tarah nahi utri thi, aur bedroom mein ek bada sa naya bistar tha jis par safed aur sunehri chadar bichhi thi. Woh bedroom ki ek deewar thi jiske doosri taraf Ramesh aur Vaishali ka purana flat tha. Meera ne us deewar par ek pal haath rakha aur phir hata liya. Uski chut ke andar ek ajeeb si kasak uth gayi.
Usne jaldi se kapde badle. Pag phera ke liye usne ek gehri laal rang ki sleeveless georgette saree chuni, jiski border par sone ki zari thi, aur ek chhota sa blouse jiska gala aage se gehra tha aur peeche sirf do patli doriyan thi. Kaan mein jhumke, maathe par chhoti laal bindi, maang mein taaza sindoor, aur gale mein mangalsutra jo Vikram ne pehnaya tha. Priya ne ek pital ki thaali sajaayi, jismein mithai ka dabba, naariyal, kumkum, chawal aur ek chhota sa diya tha. Uski saansein tez ho gayi.
Phir woh teeno corridor mein nikle. Corridor bas das kadam lamba tha. Bagal mein Ramesh ka darwaza tha, wahi bhoora lakdi ka darwaza, jiske upar "Ramesh & Vaishali Pawar" ki purani pital ki nameplate abhi bhi lagi thi, aur jiske paas wahi ganesh ji ki chhoti si murti thi jo Vaishali ne khud lagayi thi. Meera ne thaali dono haathon mein pakdi aur us darwaze ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosri se chipak gayi.
Vikram ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, "Chalo jaan, do kadam ka maayka aa gaya." Aur phir usne ghanti baja di.
Darwaza Ramesh ne khola. Usne safed kurta-pajama pehna tha, baal taaze kanghi kiye hue the, aur chehre par ek koshish ki hui muskaan thi. Uski nazar pehle Meera ke chehre par padi, phir uski nangi baahon par, phir uski maang ke sindoor par, aur aakhir mein Vikram ke haath par jo Meera ki kamar par tika hua tha. Uski muskaan ek pal ke liye kaanpi, phir sambhal gayi. Uski chut ke najdik phir se garmi uth gayi.



"Aao, Meera," Ramesh ne kaha aur ek kadam peeche hat gaya. "Apne ghar mein aao."
Meera ne dehleez par thaali rakhi, jhuk ke Ramesh ke pair chhue, aur jab usne sir uthaya to dono ki aankhen ek pal ke liye mili. Phir Vikram ne usse andar le jaate hue kaha, "Namaste bhaiya, aaj aapki behen ka pag phera hai, achhe se khatirdari kijiyega." Uski saansein tez ho gayi.