[Joker44]

Dadar side ki purani society. Teen floor, narrow stairs, har kadam pe iron railing ka kaala paint chhila hua. Second floor ki landing pe do darwaze. Left wala Ramesh Pawar ka. Right wala mahino se khaali — lock pe dhool, nameplate nahi. Us waqt us khaali ghar ki koi kimat nahi thi. Koi nahi sochta tha ki do mahine baad wahi deewar itni patli pad jaayegi ki doosri taraf se aati huyi har heavy saans aur chudiyaan ki khanak is taraf ke kamre mein gunjegi.
Subah saat.

Kitchen mein fluorescent light thodi si flicker kar rahi thi. Gas pe chai ka bartan ubal raha tha. Vaishali ne doodh ka container uthaya, uski kalai ki curved smoothness light mein chamki, aur saree ka pallu sarak kar uske heavy, gol kandhe se neeche gir gaya.
Us subah woh 42 saal ki thi. Magar uski skin aur uske jism ki rounded fullness dekh kar koi uski umar 32 se zyada nahi keh sakta tha. Ghar mein uski umar koi count nahi karta tha. Woh Ma thi. Bas. Ek aisi Ma jiska jism cotton ki saree ke neeche bhi apni behisaab garmahat chhupa nahi pata tha.

Lambi, jet-black wavy baal — raat ka sarson ka oil abhi bhi jadon mein mehke hue tha — jise usne jaldi mein ek loose clip se baandh rakha tha. Centre parting mein halki si sindoor ki laal line. Gale mein mangalsutra, ek chhota sa gold locket kaale motiyon ke dhaage mein, jo roz ke kaam aur paseene se halka sa purana lagta tha. Wheatish-fair skin pe subah ki tapish aur neend ka natural glow tha — na kisi cream ka, na filter ka.
Left collarbone pe ek chhota, gehra kaala til tha. Blouse ke deep cut neck ke bilkul kinare pe. Jab woh chai ko chammach se hilane ke liye aage jhukti, woh til saaf chamakta, aur blouse ke andar se jhankti uski bhari, gori chest ka upper curve nanga ho jaata. Jab woh seedhi hoti, pallu khud-ba-khud us ridge pe wapas aa girta.




Ghar pe pehne wali simple cotton saree thi — cream rang ki, jis pe halka brown buta tha. Blouse simple, short-sleeved, lekin chahe blouse kitna bhi sadha ho, woh Vaishali ke heavy bust ko dabane mein naakaam rehta tha. Uske do bade, rasdaar breasts age ke hisaab se abhi bhi ekdam upar baithe hue the, blouse ke fabric aur tight bra ke cup ke kinaron pe severe pressure daalte hue. Har saans ke saath woh bhari chhati aage ko phoolti. Uski kamar ke paas soft pet ka ek chhota sa, makhali fold navel ke upar banta tha, jise saree ki peti aadha chhupa paati thi. Wide, flared hips aur thick, smooth thighs jo saree ke ghair ke andar se chaltay waqt ek doosre se ragad khati thi.

Woh mirror mein khud ko nahi dekh rahi thi. Woh chai ki ubalti huyi satah dekh rahi thi, aur uske lips — bhare hue, lower lip halka sa rasila aur bhara hua — chai ki bhaanp se seke ja rahe the.
Ramesh 57 ka tha. Dining table pe akhbar khol ke baitha tha, lekin uski aankhen akhbar pe nahi thi. Uske kandhe andar ko ghuse hue the, ek weak aur thake hue aadmi ka subah ka murjhaya chehra. Usne apni jawani mein Vaishali ke is bhare jism ko dekha hoga, par ab uski aankhon mein woh pyaas marta hua chiraag ban chuki thi.
“Chai thandi ho jaayegi,” Vaishali ki awaaz gunji. Thodi si bhari, gehri, aur thandi subah mein meethi garmahat gholti huyi.
Ramesh ne cup uthaya, aankhen neeche hi rakhi. “Priya uth gayi?”
“Nahi.”
Utna kaafi tha. Dono ne us naam ke aage baat nahi badhai.
Kamre se Arjun nikla. 23 saal ka. Baal geele, phone haath mein, oversized T-shirt pehne hue. Uski nazar apni maa ke jism pe nahi thi — kyunki woh unka beta tha. Uss ne kitchen ke counter ke paas se nikalte hue Maa ke haath se cup liya. Jab usne cup liya, Vaishali ke haath ki garmahat aur uske heavy torso se aati huyi soft body-odor Arjun ke paas se guzri.
“Thanks Ma,” usne kaha aur screen pe wapas chala gaya. Usne uski chehre ya jism ki taraf nahi dekha. Ghar ke mard ghar ki aurat ko nahi dekhte. Woh maan lete hain ke woh wahan ek furniture ki tarah hai — chahe woh furniture kitna bhi khubsoorat aur garam kyun na ho.
Vaishali lower cabinet se fridge ka darwaza kholne ke liye neeche jhuki.
Yahan pe pehli baar uska jism ghar ke roze ke kaam se alag, ek be-reham sensual roop mein ubhar kar aata hai.
Woh ghutno ke bal thodi jhuki. Cotton saree ki peti upar ko khiski, aur uske wide hips ka rounded shape saree ke patle kapde ko bilkul tight karke peeche ko phenk gaya. Blouse ka lower hook peeth pe tight ho gaya, uski gori, saaf peeth pe halki si crease ban gayi. Dono heavy breasts aage ki taraf apna pura weight daal kar aage ko jhuk gaye. Blouse ka gala thoda khula, aur mangalsutra ka gold locket un dono bade, gore golon ke beech ki gehri cleavage mein ja latka. Collarbone ka woh til subah ki flickering light mein poora nanga ho gaya.



Baal ka ek geela, kaala lock uske kaan se phisala aur uske gore gaal se hota hua uske full lips ke kinare pe aakar ataka. Usne apni gori, gol ungliyon se baal ko kaan ke peeche kiya. Us ek chhote se movement mein uske blouse ke side seams tight hue, uski armpit ke paas saree ka kapda khincha, aur uske jism ki aisi jawani jhalak uthi jo 42 saal ki umar ke bilkul khilaaf thi.

Woh 23 saal ke ladke ki maa thi. Woh abhi bhi aisi thi ke agar koi ajnabi use raste pe dekh leta ya kisi photo mein uski yeh rangat dekh leta, toh wahin thithak kar ruk jaata. Uski aankhen Vaishali ke bhare honthon aur uske deep cleavage pe atak jaati.
Magar Vaishali ko iska koi ehsaas nahi tha. Usne aloo nikaale. Pyaz. Haldi ki dibbi. Gas ki aanch ko tej kiya. Aisi subah pichle bees saal se chal rahi thi. Farq sirf itna tha ke Ramesh ki behen, Priya, ab unke ghar ki teesri saans aur sabse bada bojh ban chuki thi.
Priya gyarah baje apne kamre se nikli.
43 saal ki, unmarried, chehre pe hamesha ek kadwaahat aur baat mein kanakti huyi chidh. Bathroom se nikalte hi usne apne bhabhi aur bhai pe nishana sadha:
“Aaj bhi broker ne message nahi kiya. Ramesh, tu karta kya hai pura din?”
Ramesh ne akhbar ka page ghumaya, apna chehra chhupate hue. “Karta hoon na... baat chal rahi hai.”
“Tera beta dekha hai? Uski umar mein ladke set ho jaate hain. Yeh din bhar phone pe pada hai. Aur main... meri umar nikal rahi hai is chhotey se ghar mein—”
Vaishali kitchen se bahar aayi. Saree ka pallu kamar mein khosa hua tha, jisse uski tight waistband aur wide hips ka curved outline aur bhi saaf dikh raha tha. Uski awaaz low, serene aur gehri control wali thi:
“Nashta garam hai, Priya. Pehle kha lo. Phir baat karte hain.”
Priya ne Vaishali ki taraf dekha. Ek second ke liye us unmarried, boorhi hoti aurat ki nazar mein woh jalan aur barabari thi jo ek thaki huyi aurat dusri jawan aur bhari-poori aurat mein naapti hai — Vaishali ka saaf, bina daag ka wheatish chehra, uski gardan pe jhulti mangalsutra, aur blouse mein qaid uske heavy, jawani se bhare breasts jo 42 ki umar mein bhi tight the. Priya ke chehre pe ek kadwa sa expression aaya. Phir usne nazar hata li. Priya ko apni shikayat aur apna gussa zyada pyara tha.
Arjun ne apne kaan mein earbuds lagaye. Table pe uska phone glow kar raha tha — job groups, freelancer portals, thode se unpaid invoices, aur ek calculator screen pe open tha. Paise ki tension uske kaandhon pe ek bhaari patthar ki tarah baithi thi. Woh Mausi ko dekh ke gusse mein nahi tha. Woh hisaab-kitab mein tha.
Ek aur saal. Bijli ka bill. Ghar ka kiraya. Abba ki dawai. Agar Mausi ne apna hissa maanga toh ghar bechna padega...
Usne phone ki screen off ki. Vaishali ne aakar uske plate mein extra anda aur garam roti rakhi.
“Office late mat kar, Arjun.”
“Remote hai aaj, Ma,” Arjun ne bina upar dekhe kaha.
“Toh bhi naha le. Baal geele mat rakh, sardi lag jaayegi.”
Yeh uska pyaar tha. Chhota. Roz ka. Koi drama nahi, koi tragedy nahi. Magar is pyaar ke peeche jo jism tha, woh poore ghar ko ek garmahat se bhare hue tha.
Dopahar mein ghar halka aur khamosh ho gaya. Ramesh ne bedroom mein palang pe aankh band kar li. Priya apne room mein TV pe serial dekh rahi thi. Arjun laptop pe finger scroll kar raha tha.
Vaishali balcony mein kapde sukha rahi thi.
Yahan doosri baar uske jism ki aanch aur uske shapes ko slow novel ke andaaz mein dekho.
Dopahar ki kachi dhoop. Purani iron railing. Neeche society ka soona courtyard. Vaishali ne geela blouse rope pe latkaya, phir petticoat, phir Ramesh ki shirt. Jab usne apne dono haath upar uthaye kapde sukhanay ke liye, uske sleeved blouse ke neeche se uske dono heavy breasts poore weight ke saath upar ko uthe. Blouse ka kapda uski chest pe itna tight khinch gaya ki unka rounded contour aur bra ki patti ka pressure saaf jhalkane laga.
Saree ki kanhi uski smooth, bhari kamar pe tight ho gayi. Pet ki soft skin dhoop mein wheatish tone pe gold ki tarah chamki. Wide hips ne saree ke ghair ko bahar ki taraf dhakka diya. Uske lambe baal clip se nikal kar uski gori, paseene se bheegi gardan pe chipak gaye.
Paseene ki ek meethi, kachi boond uske kaan ke neeche se phisalti huyi collarbone ke us kaale til pe ruki aur phir uske blouse ke deep cut ke andar dono breasts ke cleavage mein disappear ho gayi.
Opposite building ki ek window mein koi aurat kapde daaltay hue dikhi, phir chali gayi. Koi event nahi hua. Sirf Bombay ki ek aam, aalasi dopahar.
Vaishali ne kapde daalte hue socha: Raat ko arhar ki daal rakhni hai. Priya ko maati ke bartan ke baare mein kam bolna hai, gussa karti hai. Arjun ka kurta silai se utar gaya hai, use bolna hai le aaye.
Itna hi. Uski duniya yahi thi. Ghar, kitchen, bachha, pati.
Shaam ko chai phir se bani.
Ramesh ne aaj pehli baar thoda zyada kaha, apni kamzori ko chai ke cup mein gholte hue.
“Priya ke rishte nahi aa rahe, Vaishali. Umar 43 ho gayi hai. Bolti bhi zyada hai. Koi rishte wala broker photo dekh kar hi mana kar deta hai.”
Vaishali sink pe bartan dhoyi rahi thi. Paani ki dhaar uske gore haathon pe gir rahi thi, kaanch ki chudiyaan aapas mein khanak rahi thi. Uski bhari hips sink ke edge se tiki huyi thi.
“Uske liye koi accha, seedha aadmi dhoondho. Jo ho sake karo.”
“Paisa kahan hai?” Ramesh ki awaaz mein thakawat thi.
“Jo hai usme manage karenge.”
Usne aur kuch nahi kaha. Ghar ki aurat jab kisi mushkil ka turant solution nahi deti, toh ghar ke weak mard solution galat aur khatarnak jagah dhoondne lagte hain. Woh yeh nahi jaanti thi. Usne cup ko kapde se ponchha aur rack pe rakh diya.
Raat ke nau baje.
Priya phone pe kisi door ke relative se unchi awaaz mein lad rahi thi. “Haan, yahi hoon! Kahan jaaun? Bhai ke ghar pe mera bhi aadh haq hai! Main apna hissa liye bina nahi jaungi!”
Arjun ke kamre ka darwaza halka sa band hua. Ramesh tired hokar bathroom chala gaya.
Vaishali hall ke kone mein wooden bench pe baithi thi. Raat ke is waqt usne apne baal khol liye the. Haath mein coconut oil ki chhotey dibbi thi.
Yeh uska aakhri aur poora private waqt tha.
Coconut oil ki meethi smell room mein phail gayi. TV mute tha. Uski gori, lambi ungliyaan uske lambe, wavy black baalon mein phir rahi thi. Sindoor ab halki si laal line ban chuka tha. Mangalsutra usne nahi utara tha — roz raat ko sochte waqt bhi woh ise nahi utarti thi. Gale mein woh kaala dhaaga aur gold locket uske heavy breasts ke beech ki ghaati mein aaram se baitha hua tha.
Ghar ki chhoot aur privacy ki wajah se usne apne blouse ke upar ke do button khol diye the. Koi dekhne wala nahi tha. Uske heavy breasts bra ke andar tight qaid the, har gehri saans ke saath aage-peeche uth-gir rahe the. Wheatish skin pe oil ka halka sheen uski lambi gardan se lekar uske chest ridge tak chamak raha tha. Full, bhare hue honth thode se khule hue the, aankhen thakawat se neeche jhuki huyi.
Woh khud ko kisi husn ki nazar se nahi dekh rahi thi. Woh sirf din bhar ki thakaan ko apne jism se nikaal rahi thi.
Kal subah jaldi uthna hai. Vegetable market. Arjun ke liye sardi ki dawai. Priya ko thoda shant rakhna hai.
Usne nahi socha tha ki koi uski photo banaye ga. Usne nahi socha tha ki uske bhare jism aur jawani ke glow ko koi bechega. Usne nahi socha tha ki agla khaali darwaza uski nayi duniya ban jaayega. Usne nahi socha tha ki uska apna beta ek din use 'Bhabhi' pukarega.
Usne baalon mein achhi tarah oil lagaya, mangalsutra ke locket ko ek baar apni gori ungli se chhua — jo uski saalon purani aadat thi — aur uth kar hall ki light band kar di.
Bedroom mein Ramesh pehle se so raha tha, deewar ki taraf muh karke.
Arjun ke kamre ke darwaze ke neeche se phone ki blue light phail rahi thi. Us blue light mein Arjun ki sirf aankhen chamak rahi thi. Screen pe calculator. Phir blank screen. Phir ceiling. Uske dimaag mein kitchen se guzerti huyi apni maa ka jism, uski Mausi ke taane, aur ghar ke harine ka hisaab ghoom raha tha.
Landing pe do darwaze the. Ek mein ghar so raha tha. Doosra abhi bhi andhere mein khaali pada tha.

Subah normal nahi thi.

Normal ka sirf ek jhootha aur thaka hua natak tha, jiske neeche ghar ke har ek insaan ki saans ghut rahi thi.
Saat baje bhi kitchen ki flickering fluorescent light ke neeche chai ubali. Ramesh ne akhbar ke kinare pakad kar cup uthayi. Arjun ne anda kaata. Vaishali ne gas ki aanch kam ki. Uske cotton saree ke saree-fall se aati huyi rasdaari aur aalasi garmahat subah ki thand mein phail rahi thi. Phir Priya aayi, aur ghar ka temperature do degree upar chala gaya.
“Aaj broker ne phir message kiya. Bol raha hai ladke walon ko meri umar zyada lagi. Shaadi cancel.”
Priya ne steel ki plate dining table pe phenki. Awaaz poore hall mein ek kadve shor ki tarah gunj gayi.
Ramesh ne apne sukhe hue chehre pe akhbar ka kone thoda aur upar kar liya. Weak aadmi ki aadat — jab shor ho, toh apna chehra chhupa lo. “Main... main phir se broker se baat karta hoon.”
“Kitni baar?” Priya ki awaaz mein ek zahar tha. “Teen mahine se yahi sun rahi hoon! Main is ghar mein ek bojh ki tarah padi hoon aur tum dono baap-beta tamasha dekh rahe ho! Tujhe sharam nahi aati, Ramesh?”
Vaishali sink pe bartan dhoyi rahi thi. Usne apni cotton saree ka pallu kamar pe aur tight dabaaya. Uski bhari kamar aur wide hips us kapde ke andar se ekdam ubhar kar aaye. Usne apna chehra nahi ghumaaya. Ghar ki aurat jab kisi doosri aurat ka shor aur jalan sunti hai, toh woh pehle bartan dekhti hai. Bartan safe ho jaayein, phir ghar ki shanti.
Arjun ke phone ka screen lock nahi hua tha. Calculator khula tha. Kiraya: 18,000. WiFi. Priya ki dawai. Ramesh ki BP ki goliyan. Uski apni pending invoice.
Agar yeh Mausi yahin rahi... toh ghar ki deewarein bechni padengi.
Arjun ne anda chbaya. Taste nahi aaya.
Priya ne kitchen ke darwaze pe khadi Vaishali ki taraf dekha, jaise use apni jalan ka witness chahiye ho.
“Bhabhi, tu hi bol na! Main bojh hoon kya is ghar mein? Tera pati toh munh mein dahi jama ke baitha hai!”
Vaishali ne sink se haath ponchhe. Uski bhari chhati cotton blouse ke andar se gahri saans ke saath upar-neeche huyi. Uski awaaz serene, low, aur control wali thi:
“Koi bojh nahi hai, Priya. Nashta thanda ho raha hai. Pehle kha lo.”
Utna hi. Na kisi ki side, na koi bada lecture. Magar Priya ko lecture aur hungama chahiye tha. Usne bathroom ka wooden door itne zor se maara ki darwaze ki purani kundi chhanak uthi.
Landing tak uski awaaz gayi. Neeche wale floor pe kisi ne apni window band kar di.
Ramesh ki ungli akhbar pe ruk gayi. Weak aadmi ka pehla reflex: Ghar ke baahar wale kya sochenge? Doosra reflex: Kuch mat bolo, Mausi ko shant hone do.
Vaishali ne Arjun ke cup mein thodi aur garam chai daali. Jab woh aage ko jhuki, uske sleeved blouse ke gher mein uske dono heavy breasts ka pura weight aage ko aa gaya. Mangalsutra ka gold locket un do gore, bhaari golon ke beech ki gehri cleavage mein ja atka. Collarbone ka woh chhota kaala til saaf dikha, aur jaise hi woh seedhi huyi, saree ke pallu ke neeche gayab ho gaya. Subah ki kachi dhoop uske wheatish, bina kisi daag ke glowing chehre pe seedhi padi. Sindoor ki laal line saaf thi. Baal aaram se baandhe hue.




Woh abhi bhi sabke liye sirf “Ma” thi. Kal raat wala sarson ka oil ab un black waves mein sukh kar unhe ek natural softness de chuka tha.

Arjun ne uski taraf nahi dekha. Woh calculator ka hisaab dekh raha tha.
Dopahar tak shor ek doosri shape mein badal gaya.
Priya apne kamre se kisi door ke relative ko phone pe unchi awaaz mein suna rahi thi:
“Haan, main bhai ke ghar mein hi hoon! Papa ne jo property chhodhi thi, usme mera bhi aadha haq hai! Main sadak pe nahi baithne wali. Agar shaadi nahi hui, toh main apna hissa bech ke nikal jaungi!”
Ramesh bathroom mein tha. Usne flush chalaya, lekin flush ke paani ki awaaz se pehle uski ek aahi aur ghuti huyi saans bahar nikli.
Vaishali ne bathroom ke paas jaakar kitchen ka darwaza halka sa band kiya aur Priya ko low voice mein roka:
“Ghar ke baahar yeh sab baat mat kar, Priya. Padosi sunte hain.”
Priya ek kadvi hansi hans di. “Padosi? Log toh dekh rahe hain ke main yahan atki hoon aur tum log aish kar rahe ho! Tera beta bhi dekh raha hai!”
Vaishali ke full, bhare hue honth tight hue. Usne koi jawab nahi diya. Usne apni saree ka pallu kandhe pe theek kiya — ek chhota sa self-control. Uske bhare bust ne blouse ke hooks ko phir se bahar ki taraf pull kiya. Woh is poore ghar ke klesh ko apne jism ki shanti aur sabr se sehti thi, awaaz se nahi.
Arjun apne kamre se nikal kar apne baap ke paas aaya. Ramesh hall ke purane leather sofa pe baitha tha, aankhen band kiye, par so nahi raha tha.
Dono baap-bete ki baat bohot dheemi thi, TV ke low volume ke neeche dabti huyi.
“Papa.”
“Haan, Arjun.”
“Mausi ki shaadi karni hi hogi. Kisi bhi tarah.”
Ramesh ne thaki huyi aankhen kholi. “Karta hoon na... par koi maanta hi nahi.”
“Aap nahi kar rahe ho,” Arjun ki awaaz mein gussa aur practical dimaag tha. “Teen mahine se same natak chal raha hai. Broker ko chai pilate ho, woh photo dekh kar reject kar deta hai. Result zero.”
Ramesh ka munh andar ko ghus gaya. “Umar 43 ho gayi hai uski. Bolti bhi... thoda zyada hai. Ladke wale photo dekh kar hi baat khatam kar dete hain.”
Arjun table ke kinare baitha. Phone screen neeche rakhi. Pehli baar uski awaaz kisi bete ki nahi, balki ek desperate business-minded ladke jaisi thi.
“Agar Mausi yahin rahi toh yeh ghar bikwa dega. Papa ke naam pe flat hai, par court mein case thonk sakti hai. Humare paas lawyer aur court ke chakkar kaatne ka paisa nahi hai.”
Ramesh chup raha.
Arjun ne continue kiya, apni ungliyon pe count karte hue:
“Hum matrimonial site pe profile daal sakte hain. Age 40 likh denge. Homely, simple. Demands kam rakhenge. Kisi widower ko dekh sakte hain. Broker ko thoda extra cash denge. Photo acchi honi chahiye, aur bolna kam chahiye.”
Ramesh ne ek gehri saans li. “Photo acchi nahi hai uski, Arjun. Aur nature photo se bhi jhalak jaati hai.”
“Toh nature aur umar chhupani padegi. Pehli mulaqat short rakhenge. Hum baat karenge, Mausi sirf smile karegi.”
Yeh unka plan tha. Galat, lekin abhi bhi usi aurat ke liye — Priya ke liye. Vaishali is poore plan ke darwaze ke bilkul baahar thi. Kitchen mein daal ubal rahi thi, aur woh bartan dho rahi thi. Usne kuch words ke tukde sunne, lekin poora map nahi samjhi.
Vaishali ne sink ke paas khade hokar socha: Koi accha, seedha aadmi mil jaaye Priya ko. Ghar shant ho jaaye, Ramesh ka stress kam ho.
Usne sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha ki is ghar ko shant karne ka tarika uske gale se mangalsutra aur uske maang se sindoor nikalne wala tha.
Shaam ko ek aur call aaya. Matrimonial broker ka.
“Rameshji, abhi ke liye baat ruk gayi hai. 43 age mention hote hi ladke wale turant piche hat jaate hain. Thoda budget badhao, tab koi 50 plus widower dekhte hain.”
Ramesh ne phone rakhte hue Arjun ko dekha. Arjun ne negative mein sar hila diya.
Budget bilkul nahi tha. Ek rupaye ka extra kharcha bhi unhe sadak pe la sakta tha.
Raat ke khane pe Priya ne phir se ‘court’ aur ‘hissa’ words use kiye. Ramesh ne aadhi roti chhod di aur uth gaya. Vaishali ne uski jhoothi plate uthayi, munh se ek shabd nahi nikala. Arjun ne roz ki tarah “thanks Ma” bole bina hi apni plate sink pe rakhi aur kamre mein chala gaya.
Ghar soya nahi. Ghar ek bhaari bojh ke neeche dab gaya.
Gyarah baj ke bees minute.
Priya ke kamre ka darwaza band ho chuka tha. Serial ki neeli light bujh chuki thi. Ramesh bathroom se nikal kar bedroom mein gaya aur deewar ki taraf munh karke let gaya.
Vaishali nahaane gayi.
Yeh uska roz ka aakhri private kaam tha. Garam paani se din bhar ka paseena ponchna. Phitkari se face saaf karna. Baal kholna. Mangalsutra utarna — taaki raat ko sarson ka tel aur sabun gale ki skin pe koi kaala daag ya rash na chhodhein. Sindoor ko geele kapde se ponchna taaki pillow pe laal daag na lage.
Blouse ke hooks kholna. Bra ke tight straps ko shoulders se hataana.
Bathroom ka chhota yellow bulb light de raha tha. Mirror chhota tha, neeche se kaala pada hua.
Vaishali ne apna mangalsutra aur sindoor ki chhoti dibbi shelf pe rakhi. Phir garam paani apne jism pe daala.
Jab woh naha kar passage mein bahar nikli, tab is ghar ki sabse khatarnak aur sensual cheez ekdam ordinary lag rahi thi.
Ek geela cotton towel uske gol kandhe pe tha. Baal khule hue, lambe, wavy, jet-black, paani ki boondom se bhaari hokar uski peeth ke beech tak latak rahe the. Maang se laal sindoor gayab tha. Gale se woh suna sona aur kaala dhaaga gayab tha. Usne koi nightie nahi pehni thi — ek purana, loose cotton maxi pehna tha. Gala thoda khula hua, kapda patla aur dhool-dhool kar soft ho chuka tha.
Wet hair se maxi ka patla kapda uske jism se chipak kar uske shapes ko bilkul nanga kar raha tha. Heavy breasts bina bra ke maxi ke andar jhool rahe the, unki bhari outline aur dark nipples ka ek halka sa raised shadow kapde pe saaf jhalak raha tha. Soft pet, wide hips ka bhaari weight jo maxi ke kapde ko dono taraf phaila raha tha. Wheatish skin pe paani ki ek aakhri line collarbone se neeche descending curve mein beh rahi thi. Left collarbone ka woh kaala til, aaj bina blouse ke boundary ke, bilkul nanga chamak raha tha.
Umar 42 saal.
Magar us peeli passage light mein... woh kisi bhi haal mein 36, 37 ya 38 se ek din zyada nahi lag rahi thi. Un khule baalon aur nangi gardan ke saath woh ek jawan, untouched aurat lag rahi thi.
Arjun kitchen se fridge se thanda paani lene ke liye bahar nikla tha.
Passage mein aate hi woh ruk gaya.
Usne apni Maa ko nahi dekha.
Uske samne ek aisi aurat khadi thi jiska gala khaali tha, maang khaali thi, baal behisaab khule aur geelay the, aur jiska jism kapde ke peeche se bhi kapde se kahin zyada jhalak raha tha. Munh saaf, full, thakawat ke baad bhi ek rasila jawani ka glow. Aankhen neeche jhuki huyi, apne lambe baalon se paani nikaal rahi thi.
Woh kisi ki wife nahi lag rahi thi. Woh kisi ki maa nahi lag rahi thi. Woh ek aisi ladki lag rahi thi jise agar kisi profile mein “38, never married, homely, fair tone” likh kar daal diya jaaye, toh hazaaron mard ek nazar mein us pe apna sab kuch lootane ko taiyar ho jaayein.
Ek second ke liye Arjun ki nazar uske heavy cleavage aur us cotton maxi ke andar jhoolte hue breasts pe atak gayi.




Usne turant nazar hata li, jaise uski aankhon pe kisi ne garam loha rakh diya ho. Uska dil zor se dhadka. Gunaah aur hawas ki ek ajeeb si lahar uske andar daud gayi.

“Ma... paani lene aaya tha.”
Vaishali ne towel se baal dabaaye. Uske liye kuch bhi ajeeb nahi hua tha. Yeh uska ghar tha, uska beta tha.
“Bottle fridge ke upar hai, Arjun. Thanda mat peena, normal paani le le.”
Woh palat kar apne kamre ki taraf badh gayi. Maxi ka patla kapda uske wide, heavy hips pe chipak kar aage-peeche hil raha tha. Collarbone ka til room ke andhere mein gayab ho gaya.
Arjun ne paani nahi piya.
Fridge ka darwaza abhi bhi uske haath mein tha. Cold air aur neeli light uske chehre pe pad rahi thi. Uske dimaag mein broker ki woh line kisi zeher ki tarah ghoom rahi thi — “43 age mention hote hi log piche hat jaate hain... age chhupani padegi...”
Mausi ki umar aur uska kadwa chehra nahi chhip sakta tha.
Lekin is aurat ki photo... is photo se duniya ka koi bhi aadmi dhokha kha sakta tha.
Usne ek second ke liye bhi nahi socha ki yeh gunah hai. Usne ek cold, calculate karne wale dimaag se socha: Switch. Same color saree. Last moment pe ghunghat badal denge. Ma ko toh pata bhi nahi chalega. Ma ghar se bahar thodi jayegi. Sirf photo hi toh hai.
Woh shaitani idea abhi bhi uske munh ke andar ek ghutaye hue zeher ki tarah tha. Baap tak nahi gaya tha. Maa tak nahi gaya tha.
Usne fridge ka darwaza maara. Apne kamre mein gaya. Bed pe let kar ceiling ko ghoorne laga.
Landing pe do darwaze the.
Ek mein woh aurat so rahi thi jiski mangalsutra aur sindoor bathroom ki shelf pe rakhe hue the.
Doosra darwaza abhi bhi andhere mein khaali pada tha.

Subah saat baje phir se kitchen mein chai ubali.

Farq sirf itna tha ki Arjun kitchen mein apni Maa ke kaam khatam karne se pehle hi aa gaya. Baal geelay nahi the, haath mein phone nahi tha. Usne counter se garam chai ka cup uthaya, lekin ek ghoont bhi nahi piya.
Vaishali ne bartan dhowate hue use kone se dekha. Uske cotton saree ka pallu kamar mein thusa hua tha, jisse uski bhari kamar aur wide hips ka curved outline saaf jhalak raha tha.
“Neend nahi aayi raat ko, Arjun?” Vaishali ki awaaz mein wahi roz wali rasdaar meethas thi.
“Aayi, Ma.”
Jhooth chhota aur thanda tha. Usne anda maangne ki zidd nahi ki. Usne hall mein apne baap Ramesh ko dekha — akhbar ke parde piche chhupa hua ek murjhaya, weak aadmi. Arjun ne socha: Abhi bolna padega. Baad mein Ma uth kar piche aa jaayegi toh baat nahi ho payegi.
Vaishali gas ki slow aanch pe thi. Aaj bhi mangalsutra gale mein tha, kaale moti uski gori chest pe jhool rahe the. Maang mein laal sindoor ki line saaf thi. Cotton blouse uske heavy breasts ko andar dabaane ki poori koshish kar raha tha, aur collarbone ka woh kaala til blouse ke pehle hook ke bilkul paas nanga tha. Kal raat wala, wet hair aur maxi wala sensual chehra ab is subah dubara “Ma” ke roop mein pack ho chuka tha. Arjun ne uski bhari chhati aur shant chehre ki taraf ek pal dekha, aur turant nazar hata li. Kal raat passage wali nazar ab bhi uske dimaag ke kisi kone mein zeher ki tarah ghumi hui thi.
Priya abhi apne kamre mein so rahi thi. Yahi unka chhota sa window tha.
Hall. TV band tha. Paper ka har panna Ramesh ke kanpte hue haathon mein hil raha tha.
“Papa.”
“Haan.”
Arjun purane leather sofa ke kinare pe baitha. Awaaz ekdam dheemi, jaise koi saazish ho rahi ho.
“Mausi ka rishta aise nahi nikalne wala. Broker ne kal clear bol diya. Age 43 sunte hi sab ladke wale hat jaate hain. Aur budget humare paas bilkul nahi hai.”
Ramesh ne akhbar ka page nahi badla. “Pata hai mujhe.”
“Toh ek doosra tarika hai. Aakhri tarika.”
Ramesh ki thaki huyi aankhen paper ke upar se uthi.
Arjun ne bina kisi b भूमिका ke seedha kaha. Na koi namak, na koi joke.
“Ma ki photo. Sindoor Photoshop se hata ke. Mangalsutra crop karke. Profile bio — Meera, 38 years old, never married, homely, fair tone. Matrimonial site pe profile live karenge. Jo rich aur achhi family wala ladka dikhega, usko aage badhayenge. Date aur wedding lock hote hi... last moment pe switch. Same maroon saree, same jewellery, Mausi ready rahegi ghunghat mein. Ma ko ghar se bahar nikalna hi nahi hai. Sirf photo use hogi.”
Kitchen se ek bartan ke girne ki chhan-chhan awaaz aayi. Dono baap-beta ek second ke liye ruk gaye. Awaaz doob gayi. Arjun ne phir se baat shuru ki, is baar awaaz aur bhi dheemi aur be-reham thi.
Ramesh ne akhbar table pe phenk diya. Uska chehra peela pad gaya.
“Paap hai yeh, Arjun! Dimaag kharab ho gaya hai tera?”
“Papa—”
“Teri maa ki photo? Unmarried dikhayega duniya ko? Kal ko pata chal gaya toh kya hoga?”
“Nahi pata chalega!” Arjun ne zor dekar dhyan khincha. “Hum sab handle karenge. Mulaqat short rakhenge. Ma waise bhi kam bolti hai. Date lock hote hi Mausi ko tayyar kar denge. Same colour. Ghunghat ka riwaaj bata denge. Bas, kaam khatam.”
Ramesh ne apna sar dono haathon mein pakad liya. Weak aadmi ka second reflex: pehle dharam, phir dar, aur aakhir mein sirf apna hisaab.
“Woh kabhi nahi maanegi.”
“Pehle photo edit karenge, profile upload karenge, baad mein use bolenge. Kuch nahi hoga usko, Papa. Aap dekhna, log photo dekh kar hi bina kisi demand ke haan bol denge.”



Yahi line Arjun ke munh se nikalte hi khud use kal raat ki woh peeli light wali passage yaad aa gayi — gale se suna sona gayab, khule, geelay wavy baal, patle cotton maxi ke andar jhoolte bhari breasts ka weight, aur bina sindoor ke 38 saal ka ek untouched, glowing chehra. Usne yeh baat apne baap se nahi kahi. Baap ke saamne “Ma abhi bhi ekdam young aur hot dikhti hai” bolna uske liye bhi namumkin tha. Usne sirf itna add kiya:

“Photo bohot acchi aayegi. Log ek nazar mein like karenge. Shaadi hote hi Mausi nikal jaayegi, aur flat pe haq maangne wala klesh hamesha ke liye khatam.”
Ramesh chup baitha raha. Ek minute. Do minute.
Kitchen mein Vaishali ne gas band kiya, aur paani ka pot neeche rakha.
Ramesh ne apni neeli, thaki aankhen neeche jhukai.
“Sirf... sirf photo tak.”
Arjun ne deep nod kiya. “Haan. Sirf photo.”
Yahi unka jhooth tha. Dono ne us paap ko chhota karke dekha taaki usko nigal sakein.
Nashta dining table pe aaya. Priya abhi bhi andar so rahi thi. Vaishali ne garam chai ke cup rakhe, aur phir ek pal ke liye ruk kar dekha — baap-beta dono ek saath ajeeb se khamosh the. Ghar mein jab dono mard ek saath achanak chup ho jaate hain, toh ghar ki aurat ko bina bole hi sab samajh aane lagta hai.
“Kya hua? Kisi baat pe tension hai?” Vaishali ne poocha.
Ramesh ne chai ka ghoont liya, bina Vaishali ki taraf dekhe. “Kuch nahi.”
Arjun ne chupchahi anda kaata.
Vaishali wahin khadi rahi. Saree ka pallu haath mein pakde hue. Blouse ke andar uski bhari chhati gehri saans ke saath uth-gir rahi thi. Usne zyada press nahi kiya. Subah ke bohot se kaam baaki the.
Priya gyarah baje uthi. Shor thoda kam tha, lekin 'court' aur 'property' ke sabdh phir se uske munh se nikle. Ramesh ne is baar koi jawab nahi diya. Arjun ne plate uthakar silent tareeqe se sink pe rakh di. Vaishali ke liye ghar ki yeh naye qism ki chuppi pehle wale hungame se bhi zyada bhaari aur darawani lag rahi thi.
Dopahar ke teen baje.
Arjun ne baap ko apne chhote kamre mein bulaaya. Phone gallery khuli thi. Purani shaadiyon ki photos nahi — pichle saal balcony mein li gayi ek photo, aur ek door ke relative ke ghar ki picture. Vaishali ne cream rang ki saree pehni hui thi, baal thode khule the, aur lips pe ek halki, rasili smile thi. Saree ke deep cut blouse mein uske bhari breasts ka upper curve clear tha, aur maang mein laal sindoor zoom karne pe saaf dikh rahi thi. Gale mein mangalsutra tha.
“Yeh sindoor software se hata dunga. Mangalsutra ko crop kar denge.”
Ramesh ne screen dekhi aur turant apna munh doosri taraf pher liya. “Baad mein karte hain...”
“Nahi, abhi. Raat ko hi profile live karni hai. Subah tak log interest bhejna shuru kar dete hain.”
Ramesh ne haath uthaya, phir haar kar gira diya. “Pehle Vaishali se baat kar. Usko pata hona chahiye.”
Arjun ko yeh step bilkul nahi chahiye tha. Usne socha tha photo pehle live karega, baat baad mein handle kar lega. Par baap is line pe aakar atak gaya tha. Arjun ko jhukna pada.





Shaam ke saat baje. Priya apne kamre mein TV pe serial dekh rahi thi, volume kaafi uncha tha. Yahi unka cover noise tha.

Vaishali kitchen se nikal kar hall mein aayi, haath geele the. Ramesh ne aahiste se kaha, “Vaishali, ek minute yahan baith.”
Woh sofa pe baith gayi. Cotton saree, blouse bust pe tight fit tha, mangalsutra gale mein jhalak raha tha, collarbone ka til dhoop-chhaon ki tarah kabhi dikhta, kabhi chhupata. Face pe din bhar ki thakawat ke baad bhi ek aisi glowing skin thi jo bio mein 38 saal likh kar bina kisi shak ke chal sakti thi. Magar use nahi pata tha ki uske saath kya khel ho raha hai.
Arjun ne seedha kaha. Is baar koi jhoothi b भूमिका nahi.
“Mausi ke rishte ke liye humne ek tarika socha hai. Teri photo ek matrimonial site pe daalenge. Naam alag hoga. Umar 38. Unmarried. Ek baar achha, ameer ladka lock ho gaya, toh shaadi ke din Mausi ko bhej denge. Tujhe kuch nahi karna, Ma. Sirf... teri photo use hogi.”
Vaishali kuch seconds ke liye bina palke jhapkaaye apne beta aur pati ko dekhti rahi. Phir uske dimaag mein poori baat saaf ho gayi.
“Nahi.”
Ramesh ne aankh jhukaayi. “Vaishali, sun toh sahi, beta—”
“Nahi.” Uski awaaz mein saaf aur sakht iqraar tha. “Main unmarried nahi hoon. Main Arjun ki maa hoon, Ramesh ki patni hoon. Yeh sab jhooth aur dhokha nahi chalega. Yeh bohot dangerous hai.”
Arjun aage jhuka, uski awaaz mein thodi zidd aayi. “Ma, chill na! Kuch nahi hoga. Bas photo dikhana hai unhe. Last moment pe ghunghat se switch kar denge. Tu ghar pe hi rahegi, koi tujhe dekhne nahi aayega.”
Vaishali jhatke se uth khadi hui. Uske uthte hi saree ka pallu haath se khisak kar uske bhari bust ke upar se phisal gaya. Mangalsutra ka gold locket dono breasts ke beech cleavage mein ja gira, aur collarbone ka woh kaala til ekdam nanga chamak utha. Uski awaaz dheemi rahi, par chhuri ki tarah kati hui thi:
“Meri photo nahi chalegi. Mera naam nahi use hoga. Jo bhi yeh ganda khel tum dono dimaag mein chala rahe ho, abhi ke abhi band karo.”
Woh palati aur apne bedroom mein chali gayi. Darwaza zor se nahi maara, kyunki woh hungama nahi chahti thi. Magar usne ek aisi sakht line kheench di thi jise todna paap tha.
Ramesh ne Arjun ki taraf dekha, jaise bol raha ho ki ab baat khatam ho gayi.
Arjun ne baap ki aankhon mein dekhte hue dheere se kaha, “Usne mana kar diya... par photo toh humare paas hi hai na?”
Ramesh ne dobara “paap” shabd nahi dohraya. Weak aadmi teesri baar bina ek bhi shabd bole jhuk jata hai.
Raat ke das baje. Priya so chuki thi. Vaishali ne apne baalon mein sarson ka tel lagaya. Is raat usne apna mangalsutra nahi utara — kal wali aadat tod di, jaise use dar ho ki ghar ke mard uske gale se use chhinn na lein. Palang pe leti hui, uski aankhen khuli thi, ceiling ko ghoor rahi thi. Usne socha: Kal subah phir se dono ko mana karungi. Yeh paap is ghar mein nahi hone dungi.
Usne apna phone side table pe chhod diya. Phone pe koi lock nahi tha.
Gyarah baje.
Arjun ne apni Maa ka phone nahi uthaya. Usne apne laptop mein purani saved pictures nikaali. Software open kiya. Red line waala sindoor erase kiya. Gale se mangalsutra ko crop karke nikaal diya. Ek photo mein Vaishali ki rasili smile zyada thi, cotton blouse ke andar se uske bhari breasts ka contour clear jhalak raha tha, baal khule hue the, aur skin pe wheatish glow tha. Usne crop ko tight kiya — face, smooth neck, aur bust ki upper line.
Bio text type kiya, clear English mein:
Meera. 38 Years Old. Never Married. Homely & Family Oriented. Living in Mumbai.
Ramesh bedroom ke darwaze pe silently khada raha. Andar nahi aaya. Uski awaaz mein dar tha. “Upload kar raha hai?”
Arjun ne site pe free account banaya. Photo drag ki. Upload.
Three photos live. Submit.
Screen pe green tick ka nishaan aaya.
Profile is Now Live.

Ramesh ne ek gehri saans li aur poocha, “Ab... ab kya hoga?”

“Ab so jao, Papa. Subah dekhte hain kaun is chehre pe rukta hai.”
Laptop ki screen band hui. Passage mein andhera chha gaya. Bathroom ka bulb nahi jala.
Doosre kamre mein Vaishali ne palang pe karwat li. Usne toh mana kar diya tha. Usne socha tha ki uska 'Nahi' hi kaafi tha.
Landing pe do darwaze the.
Ek mein woh aurat so rahi thi jiski photo ab internet pe “Meera” ban kar bikne lagi thi.
Doosra darwaza abhi bhi andhere mein khaali pada tha.
Us raat pehli baar paap ka khel ghar ki chardewari se bahar nikal gaya — neeli screen pe, andhere mein, bina uski ijazat aur bina uske jism ki razamandi ke.
Kal koi stranger us chehre pe finger scroll roke ga.
Kal koi ladka us bhare jism aur glowing cheeks pe like dabaye ga.
Kal tak, Vaishali ko pata bhi nahi chalega ki woh bik chuki hai.




Subah saat baje phir se kitchen mein chai ubali.
Vaishali ko zara sa bhi andaza nahi tha ki raat ko uska wahi gharelu chehra internet ki ek anjaani matrimonial site pe “Meera, 38” ban kar soya hua tha. Usne maang mein laal sindoor bhara, gale mein mangalsutra pehna, aur gas pe anda palaata. Cotton blouse ne wahi heavy bust ka weight uthaya hua tha. Collarbone ka woh kaala til kabhi dikhta, kabhi blouse ke patte ke neeche chhup jata. Ghar bilkul roz jaisa shaant tha. Sirf do mard aise the jo subah ki chai se pehle hi chup aur tense the.
Arjun ne chai ka cup haath mein liya aur apna phone screen neeche karke table pe rakh diya. Pehli sip lene se pehle hi screen pe notification flash kar chuki thi.
New interest received. New interest received. Photo liked by user.
Usne apne baap ki taraf dekha. Ramesh ne akhbar ka kone pakda hua tha, lekin uski thaki huyi aankhen Arjun ke phone par tiki thi.
Priya abhi apne kamre mein gehri neend mein thi. Morning window abhi bhi khula hua tha. Dono baap-beta kitchen ke bahar hall ke ek kone mein khade the, unki baatein TV ki aawaz se bhi zyada dheemi thi.
“Kitne aaye?” Ramesh ne dheere se poocha.
“Teen. Aur ek aur abhi aaya.”
Arjun ne phone ki screen on karke profile kholi. Bio unhone raat ko hi taiyar kiya tha. Saath mein demand bhi saaf saaf likh di thi. Chhoti line, seedhi bhasha, jaise aam taur pe shaadi ke is andhe bazaar mein log likhte hain:
Expecting well-settled match. Working in Mumbai or established business. Own house preferred. Family is expecting proper traditional jewellery, 25 to 30 lakh cash settlement, along with assistance for flat or vehicle as per status.
Arjun ne profile type karte waqt “dahej” shabd ka istemal nahi kiya tha, kyunki matrimonial sites pe woh word turant flag ho jata hai. Magar matlb aur nishana bilkul wahi tha.
Ramesh ne screen pe likhi demand padhi. “Yeh thoda zyada nahi ho gaya?”
“Agar kam likhte na, Papa, toh faltu ke time-pass log aate. Mausi ke liye itna paisa chahiye hi. Tabhi uska flat pe haq band hoga, aur humara apna hisaab bhi clear hoga. Ma ki photo hai, toh demand bhi usi level ki honi chahiye na.”
Ramesh ne aur kuch nahi kaha. Weak aadmi jab screen pe moti rakam aur numbers dekh leta hai, toh dharam aur imaan ko chupchap un numbers ke peeche bitha deta hai.
Pehli interest aayi: 41 saal ka aadmi, aam job, rented room, aur bio mein likha tha — simple girl chahiye. Arjun ne turant skip kar diya. Doosri interest: 36 saal, joint family ke saath, photo mein bike ki pic thi, aur likha tha — budget limited hai. Skip. Teesri interest: 48 saal ka widower, likha tha — kuch nahi de sakte, bas pyaar se ghar chalayenge. Skip.
Chauthi interest: Business, Andheri mein office, badi gaadi ki photo, aur message mein tha — can discuss expectations. Arjun ne is profile pe star mark kar diya.
Ussi waqt Vaishali kitchen se nikal kar hall mein aayi. Dono baap-beton ke phone ek sath screen-down ho gaye.
Usne unhe dekha. “Kaun tha subah subah?”
“Office ka kaam hai,” Arjun ne turant bola.
“Broker ka phone tha,” Ramesh ne ek second ki deri se bola.
Do alag-alag jhooth. Ek hi second ke fasle par. Vaishali ne chai ka cup table pe rakha. Apni saree ka pallu theek kiya. Usne koi sawaal nahi kiya, koi press nahi kiya. Ghar mein jab beta aur baap achanak screen chhupane lagte hain, toh aurat ki naak ko jhooth ki smell turant aa jati hai. Name plate shayad na dikhe, par klesh ki bu saaf aane lagti hai.
“Nashta garam hai, khaa lo,” usne bas itna kaha.
Woh wapas kitchen mein chali gayi. Uski bhari chhati aur blouse ka gher har saans ke saath upar-neeche ho raha tha. Mangalsutra ka locket un dono heavy breasts ke beech jhool raha tha. Kal raat wali “Meera” is subah wopar se pure taur par “Ma” ban chuki thi. Magar us matrimonial site pe uski woh rasili smile aur glowing chehra abhi bhi waisa hi zinda tha.
Dopahar tak profile pe likes ki sankhya gyarah ho chuki thi.
Do alag-alag mardon ne seedha message karke poocha: Jewellery kitna milega? Cash settlement ka kya scene hai? Ek ne photo ko zoom karke seedha likha: Face aur body dono bilkul match karti hain na?
Arjun ne mobile screen Ramesh ko dikhayi. “Dekh liya na, Papa? Photo apna kaam poori tarah se kar rahi hai. Ab humein proper filter lagana hoga.”
Arjun ka filter bohot simple aur sakht tha. Job title ya romantic baatein nahi. Sirf salary slip ka screenshot, business card, ya apna khud ka flat — wahi log tikenge jo 25–30 lakh aur heavy jewellery ki line sun kar dar se bhagenge nahi.
Ek aadmi ne direct call ki zidd ki. Arjun ne phone uthaya aur khud ko ladki ka “bhai” bata kar baat ki.
“Meera abhi ghar pe nahi hai. Aap family se baat kijiye. Humari expectations ekdam clear hain. Ladki bohot simple hai, pure gharwali type hai. Family ko future ke liye solid security chahiye.”
Yeh line usne kisi mirror ke samne nahi, balki apne dimaag ke andar poori tarah practice ki thi. Ladki. Apni hi maa ke liye yeh shabd bolte waqt uska gala ek baar sukha tha, par usne us thook ko aaram se nigal liya.
Samne wale aadmi ne kaha, “30 lakh bohot heavy amount hai yaar.”
Arjun ki awaaz cold thi: “Aapne photo dekh li hai na? Umar bhi sirf 38 hai, aur chehra dekh ke samajh aa jana chahiye. Demand usi level ki hai. Humein yahan koi time-pass nahi karna.”
Call turant cut ho gayi. Ramesh darwaze ke frame pe khada tha, uska gala poori tarah sukha hua tha.
“Arjun... tu baat kis tarah kar raha hai wahan?”
“Paisa nahi mangenge toh kaun dega, Papa? Mausi ko is ghar se nikalna hai na? Aur next door jo flat mahino se khaali pada hai, uska bhi toh kuch sochna hai.”
Ramesh ne apna haath hawa mein uthaya aur phir haar kar neeche gira diya. “Filhal... filhal agle darwaze wali baat mat kar.”
Arjun ne apni screen pe teen logon ki ek star list bana li. Unmein se ek ka naam Vikram nahi tha. Woh naam is chapter ke daayre mein abhi nahi aata. Abhi sirf ek nanga bazaar aur wahan ke daam chal rahe the.
Shaam ka waqt.
Priya achanak apna TV serial chhod kar hall mein aa gayi. “Broker ka koi phone aaya kya? Usne aaj subah bhi kuch nahi bola.”
Ramesh ne bina upar dekhe kaha, “Baat chal rahi hai, Priya.”
“Kis se chal rahi hai?”
“Ek achhi family hai.”
Priya ki aankhen achanak tez ho gayengi. “Meri photo bheji kya unhe?”
Ramesh ne “haan” nahi bola. “Tujhe sab bata denge, thoda sabr rakh.”
Vaishali kitchen ki bright light mein daal mein chammach ghuma rahi thi. Usne yeh ‘family’ wala shabd saaf sun liya tha. Kal raat usne saaf mana kiya tha. Aaj din mein ghar ke andar phir se wahi shabd ghoom raha tha.
Usne kitchen ke darwaze pe khade hokar seedha poocha:
“Kaun si family ki baat ho rahi hai, Ramesh?”
Arjun ne turant fridge khola aur andar jhankne laga. “Mausi ke rishte ke liye dekh rahe hain, Ma. Abhi kuch confirm thodi hai.”
Vaishali ne apne bete ke chehre ko ghaur se dekha. Ghar ka beta jab bhi jhooth bolta hai, woh paani ki bottle ko zaroorat se zyada der tak pakad kar khada rehta hai. Usne aage badh kar bottle uthayi, par uska cap nahi khola.
“Jo maine kal raat kaha tha... wahi sab chal raha hai na?”
“Kuch nahi hai, Ma. Chill maro.”
Chill. Kal bhi yahi ek shabd inke paas tha. Aaj bhi yahi hai. Vaishali ne cap ghuma kar paani piya, apni saree ka pallu aur kas ke tight kiya. Blouse ke hooks uski peeth pe kas kar khinch gaye. Woh chupchap wapas kitchen mein chali gayi. Usne apna faisla saaf suna diya tha. Magar is ghar ke mardon ne uske ‘mana’ ko utha kar kachre ke dibbe mein daal diya tha.
Priya ne mauka paakar Arjun ko passage mein hi pakad liya.
“Tu itna phone kyun chhupa raha hai, Arjun? Teri Maa bhi ajeeb tarike se chup-chup ghoom rahi hai. Yeh jo rishte ki baat chal rahi hai... kahin yeh Maa ke naam pe toh nahi—”
Arjun ne ek halki si jhoothi hansi hans di. Yeh bas ek test tha, koi pakka proof nahi.
“Pagal ho gayi ho kya, Mausi? Hum sirf aapke liye hi dhoond rahe hain.”
Priya ki gandi nazar Arjun ke chehre pe kuch second ruki, phir hat gayi. Uske paas abhi sirf chhote-chhote tukde the, poori tasveer nahi.
Raat ke nau baje. Khane ka waqt. Khamoshi ke sath khana parosa gaya.
Vaishali ne Arjun ki plate mein extra sabzi dali — yeh uski roz ki aadat thi. Uski achanak nazar Arjun ke phone pe gayi jo table ke theek neeche screen upar ki taraf karke light jala raha tha. Screen ke preview mein wahi cream saree wali photo dikh rahi thi — sindoor gayab tha, gala bilkul saaf aur nanga tha. Ek second ke liye saans ruk gayi. Arjun ne turant apna phone utha kar ulta kar diya.
Vaishali ki ungli plate ke kinare pe thithak gayi.
Usne munh se kuch nahi kaha. Magar usne sab kuch dekh liya tha.
Ramesh ne apni adhi roti chhod kar plate alag hata di.
Khana khatam hone ke baad sink pe Vaishali akeli khadi thi. Bartan dhohte waqt paani ke chhinte uske blouse pe pad rahe the. Uske heavy breasts har saans ke sath upar-neeche ho rahe the. Woh kaala til. Woh sindoor ka nishaan. Woh mangalsutra. Yeh sab abhi bhi uske jism par maujood tha — us screen par nahi, jise uska beta chhupa raha tha.
Usne man hi man socha: Kal subah in dono se aamne-samne baat karungi. Inka phone khol kar khud dekhungi.
Magar use yeh nahi pata tha ki woh account uske phone mein hai hi nahi.
Gyarah baj chuke the. Priya apne kamre mein so chuki thi. Vaishali palang pe leti hui thi, par uski aankhon mein ek boond neend nahi thi.
Hall mein laptop ki neeli light abhi bhi jal rahi thi.
Arjun ne screen pe likhi demand wali line ko ek baar phir se padha. Ramesh peechhe khada tha, haath bandhe hue.
“Kal subah inme se ek ko mulaqat ke liye bula loon kya?” Arjun ne poocha.
Ramesh ne dheere se kaha, “Wahi aadmi aane dena... jo 30 lakh sun kar bhage nahi.”
“Haan. Aur jo photo dekh kar wahin fass gaya ho.”
Ussi waqt screen pe ek naya popup flash hua.
New Interest. Profile viewed 6 times. Family well settled in Mumbai.
Naam wahan abhi bhi random tha. Chehra sirf Vaishali ka tha. Saath mein ek green tick aur ek naya message tha: Can come this week to meet. Expectations not an issue at all.
Arjun ne us profile pe turant star mark laga diya. Ramesh ne ek lambi aur thaki huyi saans li.
Doosre kamre mein Vaishali ne palang pe karwat badli. Mangalsutra abhi bhi uske gale mein tha. Lekin us internet ki duniya mein uska gala bilkul khali aur nanga bikne ke liye rakha tha, aur us khali gale ki keemat pachees se tees lakh rupaye plus heavy jewellery likhi hui thi.





Doosri subah bazaar ne aakhirkaar ek naam nikal hi diya.
Arjun ki screen pe ab koi naya ticket ya random view nahi tha. Ek aisi profile thi jo baar-baar refresh ho rahi thi. Same matrimonial account. Location: Andheri–Bandra side ka ek posh business hub. Business, own name, own number, aur gaadi ki woh saari shiny photos jo log sirf flex karne ke liye daalte hain. Umar: sirf 24 saal. Family background: baap retired-ish, uncle ek high-profile lawyer, aur maa active social circle wali.
Naam likha tha: Vikram Deshmukh.
Ramesh ne screen pe age dekhi aur thoda jhijhka. “Yeh toh bohot chhota hai.”
Arjun ne wahi demand wali line padhi jo unhone khud type karke daali thi. Phir usne Vikram ke message ka preview dekha jo screen pe chamak raha tha:
Expectations not an issue. Want to proceed urgently. Family can visit this week.
“Chhota hai, par bhaga nahi hai, Papa,” Arjun ne thodi confidence wali awaaz mein kaha. “30 lakh aur heavy jewellery ki baat sun ke wahan se bhaag nahi gaya. Yeh wala banda pakad ke rakhne jaisa hai.”
Ramesh ne is baar “paap” shabd nahi dohraya. Kal raat ke us sharmnaak khel ke baad se woh shabd uske munh mein aakar khud-b-khud feeka pad gaya tha.
Screen ke bilkul doosri taraf, ek raat pehle.
Vikram ke air-conditioned luxury flat mein halki thand thi. Gym se aane ke baad ki thaki huyi body pe sirf ek towel lapeta hua tha. Usne koi purani gallery nahi kholi thi — bas matrimonial tab open kiya tha, jo uski mummy ne use check karne ko bola tha, aur woh bas aisi hi mazak-mazak mein scroll kar raha tha.
Achanak uska thumb ek profile par aakar ruk gaya.
Meera. 38. Never married. Homely.
Pehli photo: cream rang ki cotton saree, baal aaram se khule hue, sindoor bilkul gayab, gala nanga aur saaf, wheatish glow, full bhare huye honth, aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb si gharelu shanti. Doosri photo: balcony ki light mein li gayi, jisme blouse ka gher aur heavy breasts ka upper curve saaf dikh raha tha, aur collarbone ke paas ek chhota sa kaala til chamak raha tha. Teesri photo: ek chhoti si smile, par kisi maa wali nahi — ek unmarried, thodi thami huyi aurat ki banayi huyi smile.
Vikram ne screen pe photo zoom ki.




Uski life mein 18 se 22 saal ki ladkiyan bhari padi thi jo uske ek ishaare pe piche ghumti thi — college ki gadiyan, dating apps ki match, ek friend ki ex, aur ek married aurat jo sirf raat ko milti thi aur apna naam tak nahi batati thi. Un sabko usne use karke chhod diya tha. Fast, easy, body tight, baatein kam, aur subah hote hi bed empty.
Lekin yeh photo zara bhi empty nahi thi.
Is chehre aur jism mein ek bhaari wazan tha. Honth bhare hue the. Chhati ka dabaav blouse ke kapde pe saaf dikh raha tha. Umar ka ek aisa halka aur soft fold tha jo chhupane ki koshish ke baad bhi us jawan jism mein saaf jhalak raha tha. Yeh aisi aurat nahi thi jo “baby” kehlaye; yeh poori tarah ek aurat thi. Uske dimaag mein jo gandi fantasy saal bhar se ghoom rahi thi — ek mature, gharwali face, aur ek aisi body jo married jaisi poori tarah khili ho bina kisi official married tag ke — woh saari fantasy is cropped sindoor wali aurat ke peeche bilkul nangi khadi thi.
Uska jism turant garam ho gaya. Towel ke neeche khichav aa gaya. Na koi sharm thi, na koi lamba calculation. Pehle uski mardangi jaagi, baad mein dimag ne socha: Yeh 38 ki hai. Unmarried hai. Homely hai. Agar yeh ghar mein aa gayi, toh bed pe bhi wahi ghar jaisa sukoon milega.
Usne turant screenshot maara aur apni mummy ko WhatsApp pe forward kar diya.
Yahi chahiye.
Do minute baad mummy ka phone aa gaya.
“Itni badi umar ki hai yeh?” mummy ki awaaz mein shaq tha.
“Pehle iski patrika match karwa ke dekh,” Vikram ne sakht aawaz mein kaha. “Tumne khud hi toh kaha tha pandit se.”
Yahi unke ghar ka sabse aasan aur safe darwaza tha. Teen mahine pehle pandit ne Vikram ki kundli dekh kar kaha tha ki early-20s wali ladkiyon se tension, health aur money scatter hoga. Kundli ki seedhi line thi: 30 plus umar ki ho, settled mind wali ho, aur ghar sambhalne ki samajh rakhi ho, tabhi shadi karna warna jeevan bhar struggle rahega. Family ne usi ek line ko apna sabse bada bachhaav bana liya tha. Jab bhi koi relative poochta, woh kehte — “beta ki kundli heavy hai, hum koi chhoti-moti ladki nahi la sakte.” Andar se unhe 38 saal ki umar heavy lag rahi thi, par bahar se pandit unke poore favour mein tha.
Vikram ko waise bhi kisi pandit ki koi zaroorat nahi thi.
Usne phone pe saaf keh diya, “Main bilkul mind nahi karta. Chhoti ladkiyan bohot dekh li, ab ghar ke liye aisi hi mature aurat chahiye. Sirf photo dekh ke final bol raha hoon. Meri taraf se ekdam YES hai.”
Mummy thodi der chup rahi. Phir boli, “Theek hai, main uncle se keh deti hoon baat karne ko. Aur demand ka kya?”
Vikram ne profile ka bio padha — 25 se 30 lakh cash, heavy jewellery, aur flat mein assistance.
“Koi issue nahi hai. Main khud dekh ke final kar lunga.”
Usne profile pe heart / like ka button daba diya aur message type kiya: Can come this week to meet. Expectations not an issue at all.
Phone side table pe rakh kar woh bathroom ki taraf nikal gaya. Thande paani ki dhaar uske jism pe padi, par dimag se woh fantasy nahi utri. Woh photo uski aankhon ke peeche chipak chuki thi — woh nanga gala, heavy gher, aur collarbone ka til. Usne socha ki agle hafte woh us aurat ko apne living room mein chai late hue dekhega.
Usne ek baar bhi yeh nahi socha ki woh chai laane wali aurat kisi 23 saal ke ladke ki apni maa hai, jise yeh log raste se hata kar kisi doosre ke ghar bech rahe hain.
Subah ke waqt Arjun ne wahi message utha kar apne baap ko padh ke sunaya.
“Family poori tarah settled hai. Uncle bade lawyer hain. Apna naya flat ka process chal raha hai. Aur demand wali baat pe unhone saaf likha hai — not an issue.”
Ramesh ke haath ka cup achanak table pe ruk gaya. “Lawyer... bade lawyer hain woh log?”
“Iska matlab unke paas paisa bhi hai, Papa, aur iska matlab yeh bhi hai ki humein bohot sambhal ke chalna hoga. Hum sab handle kar lenge, bas aakhri moment pe switch kar dena hai.”
Ussi waqt kitchen se Vaishali nikal kar hall mein aayi. Usne aate hi poocha, “Kaun se lawyer ki baat ho rahi hai subah-subah?”
Dono baap-beton ke phone ek sath phir se ulta ho gaye.
“Mausi ka koi door ka janne wala hai,” Arjun ne bina ruke ek jhooth fek diya.
Vaishali ne is baar unhe bina chhode ghaur se dekha. Aaj usne baat ko aage badhaya.
“Kal raat maine table ke neeche tum dono ka phone dekha tha, Arjun. Us screen pe jo photo thi... woh meri hi thi na?”
Poore hall mein ceiling fan ki thandi hawa ki aawaz ke alawa aur koi aawaz nahi thi. Priya abhi bhi apne kamre mein band thi.
Ramesh ne apni thaki huyi aankhen zameen pe jhuka li. Arjun ne is baar “chill maro” wala shabd tak nahi bola, kyunki ab waqt khatam ho gaya tha.
“Ma... woh sirf ek enquiry ke liye daali thi. Koi wahan se ghar pe nahi aa raha hai. Tujhe koi wahan lene nahi jaayega.”
Vaishali ki awaaz behad dheemi, par ekdam patthar jaisi sakt thi. “Maine pehle hi mana kiya tha. Yeh sab band karo.”
“Bas do din ki baat hai, Ma,” Arjun thoda jhuk kar bola. “Ek baar woh family aakar sirf dekh legi, uske baad sab khatam. Kuch nahi hoga.”
Woh wahi khadi rahi. Usne cotton ki saree pehni thi, gale mein mangalsutra jhool raha tha, maang mein sindoor bhara tha, aur blouse uske heavy bust ko kas ke qaid kiye hue tha. Us internet ki neeli screen par usi aurat ka gala bilkul nanga bikne ke liye rakha tha, uske jism ki keemat likhi hui thi, aur ek 24 saal ka bigdail ladka uske jism ke gher ko zoom karke dekh chuka tha. Usne is aakhri sachai ka ek aadhyaay bhi nahi jaana tha.
Usne apna pallu zor se apne kandhe par khincha aur palat kar wapas apne kamre mein chali gayi. Usne saaf shabdon mein apna mana dohra diya tha, par is ghar ke mardon ne uske us mana ko ek poora schedule aur booking bana liya tha.
Dopahar ka waqt. Vikram ke uncle ka seedha phone Ramesh ke personal number par aaya.
“Rameshji, namaskar. Beta Vikram ne photo dekh kar ekdam haan bol diya hai. Humari kundli aur patrika ke hisaab se bhi 30 plus umar hi bilkul sahi baith rahi hai. Hum log is baat ko zyada lamba nahi khinchna chahte. Kya aap log parson mil sakte hain? Meera ji ko ghar par hi rakhiyega, bilkul simple aur natural rehne dijiye. Demand aur baaki saari baatein wahan aamne-samne ho jaayengi, uski koi chinta mat kijiye.”
Ramesh ke munh se Meera naam nikalne se pehle hi Arjun ne jhapat kar phone apne haath mein le liya.
“Haan, uncle ji! Ekdam pakka. Parson shaam ko tea time pe aap log aa jaiye.”
Call cut ho gayi.
Ramesh ne kaanpte hue haathon se poocha, “Parson hi? Itni jaldi?”
“Jitna jaldi hoga, utna hi unhe sochne ka mauka kam milega, Papa. Humein bilkul time nahi dena hai.”
Arjun ne apne table ke calendar pe pen se ek bada sa dot laga diya. Sirf do din baaki the. In do dino mein uske chehre se sindoor hatana hoga, gale se mangalsutra utarna hoga, aur apni maa ko yeh kehna hoga ki “aapko bas chupchap baithna hai.” bua ko us poore din ke liye andar band karke rakhna hoga.
Uske dimaag mein abhi bhi wahi jhootha aur paap se bhara switch zinda tha.
Doosri taraf Vikram ne apne wardrobe se ek nayi brand-shirt nikal kar bahar rakhi jo usne khas is pehli mulaqat ke liye tayyar ki thi. Uske dimaag mein koi pandit ya patrika nahi thi. Uske dimaag mein sirf us cream saree ka wo bhaari gher tha, aur yeh ganda khayal tha ki 38 saal ki woh unmarried aurat jab uske samne aayegi, toh woh apne bistar pe bilkul homely nahi reh payegi.
Landing pe abhi bhi do darwaze the. Ek darwaze ke peechhe Vaishali ne apni aankhen band karke dil hi dil mein socha tha — parson main yeh paap apni aankhon ke samne nahi hone dungi. Doosre darwaze par abhi bhi wahi purana tala laga hua tha. Aur phone ki screen par Vikram ki taraf se bheja gaya ‘Yes’ poori tarah lock ho chuka tha.

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Vaishali ne subah uthakar roz ki tarah maang mein sindoor bhara, gale mein mangalsutra pehna, aur gas jala kar chai ka bartan chadha diya. Uske cotton blouse ki tight fit aur uske heavy breasts ki ubalti huyi garmahat us rasili subah mein saaf mehsus ho rahi thi. Tabhi Arjun wahan aa khada hua, aur uske munh se woh aakhri aur khaufnak shabd nikal gaye — “Parson woh family aa rahi hai, Ma.”
Vaishali ke haath mein pakda hua chammach seedha sink ke steel pe zor se patka.
“Kaun si family? Kis naam se aa rahi hai?”
Ramesh hall ke darwaze pe ek kamzor aur thake hue saaye ki tarah khada tha. Arjun dining table ke kinare pe jhuka hua tha.
“Meera ke naam se,” Arjun ne bina dare kaha. “Tera wahi photo. Umar 38. Unmarried. Aur woh ladka... Vikram. 24 saal ka. Apna business hai. Jab usne humari demand suni, toh woh bhaga nahi, usne sidhe haan bol diya.”
Vaishali ki aankhen yeh sunte hi ek dam se laal nahi huyi. Pehle woh ekdam thandi pad gayi, jaise uske jism ka poora khoon jam gaya ho.
“Maine teen baar saaf mana kiya tha ya nahi kiya tha, Arjun?”
“Ma, sun toh—”
“Meri photo! Mera chehra! Mera blouse aur meri chhati! Aur duniya ko yeh batana hai ki main unmarried hoon?” Usne apne kaapte hue haathon se apne gale ko pakda, jahan mangalsutra ka gold locket latka hua tha. “Yeh mangalsutra nahi utrega! Maang ka sindoor ek inch bhi nahi mitega! Main koi Meera-veer nahi hoon, main is ghar ki maa hoon!”
Priya us waqt bathroom ke andar thi, isliye ghar ke mard apni awaaz unchi nahi kar sakte the. Aur is ghar ka sabse khatarnak sach yeh tha ki jab yahan gussa low rakha jata hai, toh woh aawaz aur bhi zyada gehrai se kaathti hai.
Ramesh ne aage badh kar dheere se kaha, “Vaishali... sirf do ghante ke liye baithna hai. Mehmaan aayenge, chai dena, chupchap baithna. Uske baad sab khatam. Kuch nahi hoga.”
“Aur uske baad yeh log switch kar denge,” Vaishali ki saans phoolne lagi. “Wahi maroon saree Mausi ko pehna denge. Mujhe ghar se bahar nahi nikalna, par mera jism aur meri pehchan bikni hai. Jewellery trial hogi, ghar ka klesh khatam hoga, aur Mausi yahan se chali jaayegi.”
Vaishali achanak has di — woh koi khushi ki hansi nahi thi, balki ek aurat ki be-bas aur dard bhari cheekh thi.
“Tum dono baap-beta paagal ho gaye ho! Woh ladka sirf 24 saal ka hai. Jab woh ghar aayega, mera chehra aur yeh jism dekhega, toh zoom karega, poochega. Sab pakda jayega! Tab kya karoge?”
Arjun ne wahi ek ganda shabd dohraya jo ab uske munh ka suhaaga ban chuka tha. “Kuch nahi pakda jayega, Ma. Chill maro.”
“Chill mat bol mujhe!” Vaishali ki awaaz pehli baar unchi hokar poore hall mein goonj uthi. Uske gusse se uske blouse ke peechhe wale hooks kas kar khinch gaye. Uski bhari chhati har tezi se chalti saans ke sath upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Left collarbone ka woh kaala til gusse se laal pad gaya tha. “Main ek maa hoon! Teri maa hoon! Aur yeh jo ganda khel tum khel rahe ho, yeh meri izzat aur mere jism ki aabru pe hai!”
Woh wahan se palati aur apne kamre mein ghus gayi. Darwaza band ho gaya. Ramesh ne darte hue Arjun ko dekha.
“Ab kya karein?”
Arjun ne thanda saans liya. “Dopahar mein phir se baat karenge.”
Dopahar tak ka waqt aate-aate Priya ne do alag-alag baar ‘property’ aur ‘hissa’ wala shabd zordar tarike se use kiya. Ek baar woh phone pe kisi relative ko chilla kar bol rahi thi — “Bhai ke ghar pe mera bhi aadha haq banta hai, main aise sadak pe nahi marungi!”
Vaishali kitchen mein khadi chupchap yeh sab sunti rahi. Uski aankhon mein ab woh baat ek sui ki tarah chubhne lagi thi. P Pichle teen mahine se roz subah-shaam yahi rona ro rahi thi. Uski apni koi shaadi ki umar nahi thi, par uska zahar poore ghar ko andar se kha raha tha. Ghar ki hawa puri tarah khatti aur zehreeli ho chuki thi.
Usne pehli baar zindagi mein ek aisi baat sochi jo uske andar tak hil gayi:
Agar yeh aurat yahan se nikal jaaye... toh shayad yeh ghar phir se waisa hi shant ho jaaye jaisa pehle tha.
Jaise hi usne yeh socha, use khud par sharm aayi. Lekin us sharm aur darr ke theek peeche ek aur aisi cheez aakar khadi ho gayi jise woh kisi ke samne admit nahi karna chahti thi — lalach. Heavy jewellery. Bada shagun. 25 se 30 lakh rupaye cash. Ramesh ke bank account mein aane wale figures. Arjun ki job ki wajeh se sar pe mandrata hua paisa ka sankat. Agle mahine ka bhara jane wala rent. Woh saare bade numbers usne khud nahi likhe the, par ab woh numbers is ghar ki har deewar pe chipke hue the.
Usne apni saree ka pallu kas kar pakda. Nahi wala shabd abhi bhi uske munh mein tha, par us shabd ke theek peechhe ab Priya ka woh shor aur ghar ki majboori naach rahi thi.
Shaam ka waqt ho chuka tha. Priya apne kamre mein TV pe serial dekh rahi thi — yahi unka sabse bada cover noise tha.
Ramesh ne apne bedroom ka darwaza andar se band kar liya. Vaishali palang ke kinare baithi thi, uske lambe kaale baal khule hue the, aur gale mein wahi mangalsutra latak raha tha. Uski aankhen rone se suji hui thi, aur gussa ab sookh kar ek behad thaki huyi be-basi ban chuka tha.
Arjun darwaze ke frame pe khada hua tha, is baar uske haath mein phone nahi tha.
“Ma, meri baat sun. Bas ek baar. Aakhri baar samajh le.”
Usne ek-ek karke poora hisaab padh kar sunaya, jaise koi business deal ho:
“Pehli baat: tu us din sirf chupchap wahan baithogi. Hum bolenge jo bolna hai. Dusri baat: sindoor sirf do ghante ke liye utregi, aur mangalsutra shelf pe rahega. Teesri baat: woh log aayenge, apni demand poori denge, aur wahan se bhagenge nahi. Tujhe apni aankhon se woh heavy jewellery aur shagun dekhne ko mil jayega. Chouthi baat: jaise hi date lock hogi, hum Mausi ko wahi maroon saree pehna kar bhej denge. Paanchvi baat: tu is ghar se ek kadam bhi bahar nahi jayegi, tu yahin apni jagah pe rahegi. Aur chhatti baat: Mausi hamesha ke liye yahan se nikal jayegi. Property aur hisse ka yeh rona hamesha ke liye band ho jayega. Ghar wapas pehle jaisa ho jayega.”
Ramesh ne turant aakhri line pakad li — ek weak aur darpok aadmi ki bhasha mein:
“Vaishali... main sach mein ab thak gaya hoon. Roz ka yeh shor, padosiyon ki baatein, yeh hisse ki ladai. Tu toh sab jaanti hai na? Sirf do ghante ki baat hai. Do ghante ke liye tu yeh kar de, uske baad sab theek ho jayega.”
Vaishali ne un dono baap-beton ki taraf dekha. Beta 23 saal ka tha, jiski aankhon mein darr aur ek chhupa hua lalach milakar chamak raha tha. Pati 57 saal ka tha, jiske kandhe puri tarah andar ko ghuse hue the. Uske samne table par koi kagaz nahi tha, balki uske apne dimaag mein ek tasveer chal rahi thi — sona ka bhaari haar, kaan ke bade jhumke, bank account mein moti rakam, aur Priya ka yahin se apna suitcase lekar hamesha ke liye chale jaana.
Usne dheere se poocha, “Agar parson yeh sab bigad gaya... agar sach mein kuch galat ho gaya, tab kya hoga?”
Arjun ne foran bina soche kaha, “Kuch nahi bigdega, Ma. Main khada hoon na sab sambhalne ke liye.”
Yeh line usne isliye nahi maani ki woh sach thi. Usne isliye maan li kyunki ek maa kabhi bhi poori tarah se ‘nahi’ nahi rakh paati jab uska apna beta hi khud ko dhaal banakar khada ho jata hai.
Usne apni aankhen band ki, aur ek lambi saans li.
“Sirf do ghante... uske baad sindoor meri maang mein wapas lag jayegi. Mangalsutra wapas mere gale mein aa jayega. Na koi photo khichayenge, na koi court ka register sign hoga. Main Meera nahi hoon, aur yeh baat sach hai.”
Ramesh ne aisi saans li jaise use koi saalon purana karza chukane ke liye waqt mil gaya ho.
Arjun ne dheere se kaha, “Theek hai, Ma.” Lekin apne andar hi andar usne soch liya tha — parson yeh maan gayi hai, ab aage ka main khud sambhal lunga.
Vaishali uthi aur bathroom ke sheeshe ke samne jakar khadi ho gayi. Aaj usne pehli baar khud ko ek anjaani nazar se naapa. Uski wheatish skin ka glow, uske bhare hue honth, uske lambe baal aur blouse ke andar qaid uska heavy jism. 42 saal ki umar mein bhi woh aasani se 38 ki lag sakti thi. Yahi woh sach tha jo use andar tak dara raha tha, aur yahi woh sach tha jo in dono mardo ke sabse bada kaam aa raha tha.
Usne apne gale se mangalsutra uthaya, apne kaapte hue haathon mein rakha, aur phir se use apne gale mein pahan liya.
“Kal subah mujhse yeh sab mat kehna,” usne aakhri shart rakhi. “Parson subah jab woh log aane wale honge, tabhi yeh sab utarungi.”
Yahi uska aakhri aur chhota sa control bacha tha, jise usne dono haathon se pakad kar rakh liya tha.
Raat ke waqt khane ki table par Priya ne achanak poocha, “Kal ghar mein koi aa raha hai kya? Subah se itni safai aur yeh sab ajeeb kyu chal raha hai?”
Vaishali ne khane ki plate table pe rakhte hue bina upar dekhe kaha, “Koi door ka relative aa raha hai, bas.”
Zindagi mein pehli baar uske munh se ek aisa jhooth nikla jo phasa nahi, balki seedha andar utar gaya.
Arjun ne apni maa ki taraf dekha. Maa ne aakhirkar unka sath de hi diya tha — poori tarah nahi, par aadha rasta unhone tay kar liya tha. Aur usi aadhi razamandi par inka poora paap ka imarat khada tha.
Khane ke baad sone se theek pehle Vaishali ne chupchap apna purana jewellery box khola. Usme uski shaadi ka ek halka sa sona ka haar pada tha. Usne socha ki Vikram wali family jo ladka aur dahej lekar aayegi, woh isse kahin zyada bhaari aur keemti hoga. Lalach ne uski sharm aur gusse ke upar apna haath rakh diya tha, aur woh chah kar bhi use hata nahi payi.
Tabhi achanak doosre kamre se Priya ki aawaz phir se gunji — “Property mein mera hisaab chahiye...”
Vaishali ne jhatke se woh jewellery box band kar diya.
Bas yeh yahan se nikal jaye. Mera ghar phir se shant ho jaye. Arjun ka munh band ho jaye. Ramesh chain ki neend so sake.
Yahi uske maan jane ka sabse bada aur asli karan tha. Koi romance nahi, kisi 24 saal ke ladki ki gandi nazar nahi. Sirf ghar ki thakaan, Priya ki zehreeli jalan, aur woh sona jo abhi tak unke haath mein aaya nahi tha.
Landing pe abhi bhi do darwaze khade the. Ek darwaze ke peeche Vaishali ne aisi neend sochi — sirf do ghante, aur uske baad main phir se wahi purani Ma ban jaungi. Doosre darwaze par abhi bhi tala laga hua tha. Aur phone ki screen par Vikram ne apni woh pehli mulaqat wali naye brand ki shirt select karke rakh li thi.
Parson subah woh chai ki tray lekar aayegi. Uske haath wahi honge. Lekin uski maang bilkul nangi aur khali hogi.



Do din baad ki subah saat baje ki nahi thi; woh saaath-saath thi — ek aisi ghadi jahan waqt aur saansein dono tham chuki thi.
Vaishali bathroom ke chhote sheeshe ke samne khadi thi, aur zindagi mein pehli baar us sheeshe ne use ek Ma kam aur ek aisi “Meera” zyada dikhaya jise bazaar mein becha ja chuka tha.
Maang poori tarah khaali thi — ek boond sindoor bhi wahan nahi tha. Mangalsutra bathroom ki shelf pe, ek chote se kapde ke neeche chhupa hua tha. Uski lambi jet-black waves baalon ko thoda sa sarson ka oil laga kar khula chhod diya gaya tha, aur centre parting bilkul nangi aur white lag rahi thi. Wheatish-fair skin pe kisi concealer ki zaroorat nahi thi — sirf ek patli cream aur maang ke beech mein ek choti si laal bindi. Kaano mein chhote gold ke jhumke. Pahnane ke liye ek cream-gold color ki cotton-silk saree thi, aur uske sath ek sleeveless blouse — wahi blouse jo usne pehle pehne se saaf mana kiya tha, par Arjun use yeh keh kar laya tha ki isme woh “simple aur young dikhegi.”
Woh simple bilkul nahi lag rahi thi.





Sleeveless blouse ne uske dono heavy, rasile breasts ko upar se aise jakad rakha tha ki unka upper cleavage aur heavy weight saaf ubhar kar bahar aa raha tha. Saree ka gher zyada bhari nahi tha, par uske hips aur wide waist ki rounded line us patle kapde ke andar se ekdam tight dikh rahi thi. Left collarbone ka woh kaala til abhi bhi bilkul nanga chamak raha tha. Gale mein ek patli si gold ki chain thi.
Umar: 42 saal.
Sheeshe ke andar khadi aurat: sirf 36 se 38 saal ki ek behad jawan aur bhari-poori aurat.
Usne darr kar apne pallu se apne jism ko dhakna chaha, jaise pallu uski umar wapas la sakega. Par pallu wahan thehra nahi.
“Sirf do ghante,” usne khud se aahiste se kaha. “Uske baad mangalsutra aur sindoor wapas aa jayega.”
Bahar hall mein Arjun pohe ki kadhai sambhal raha tha. Ramesh drawing room ki white sheet ko theek kar raha tha. Priya ko subah se hi “sir dard” ka natak karwa kar andar wale kamre mein band kar diya gaya tha, aur darwaza andar se kundi laga tha. Unki taiyar ki gayi kahani bilkul saaf thi: Meera, Ramesh ki unmarried behan hai, umar 38 saal, pichle kuch mahino se bhai ke ghar reh rahi hai.
Jhooth ab is ghar ke furniture aur deewaron ke sath chipak chuka tha.
Paune chaar baje. Doorbell baji.
Ek aam Marathi ghar ka rivaaj hamesha ghar ke andar ki khushbu se shuru hota hai — tadka, kande-pohe ki mehak, fresh chaha patti ki khushbu, aur steel ki plate mein rakhe hue kuch namkeen. Vaishali kitchen ke andar se bahar nahi nikal sakti thi. Arjun ne saaf bol diya tha — “Pehle hum baat karenge, baad mein tujhe chai lekar aane ko bulaayenge.”
Usne kitchen ke andar khade hokar har ek aawaz suni.
Vikram sabse pehle andar aaya, uske peeche uski mummy, aur phir uncle. 24 saal ka jawan mard, badan pe ekdum fit formal shirt jo uski gym wali chodi chest ko dikha rahi thi, kalai pe mehngi watch, aur paon mein chamakate hue clean shoes. Ramesh ne hath jod kar “namaskar” kiya — pair nahi chhue, kyunki ab dono taraf status aur dahej ka hisaab chal raha tha. Uncle ne aage badh kar Ramesh ka haath pakda. Vikram ki mummy ne poore ghar ko ek ghaur se dekha, aur unki nazar seedhi kitchen ke darwaze tak gayi.
Chaha aur pohe ki plates bahar aayi. Steel ki plates, aam cups. Yahi unka yeh dikhane ka tarika tha ki hum ekdam simple aur traditional family hain.
“Meera kahan hai?” Vikram ki mummy ne pucha.
Arjun ne foran kaha, “Bas aati hongi, mummy ji.”
Vaishali ne ek lambi saans li. Apna pallu theek kiya. Bindi check ki. Khaali gala mehsoos kiya. Aur phir tray uthakar dheere-dheere hall mein kadam rakh diya — tray mein chaha ke garam glasses aur pohe ke do bowl the.
Uski tray ke sath hall mein aate hi wahan chal rahi baatein ek second ke liye poori tarah ruk gayi.
Vikram ne chaha ki plate ki taraf dekha hi nahi.
Uski aankhen seedhi Vaishali ke jism par jakad gayi thi: wahi nangi maang, khule hue lambe baal, sleeveless blouse ke andar saans lene ke sath upar-neeche hote hue heavy wheatish breasts, collarbone ka woh kaala til, full aur rasile honth, darr se kaapti huyi aankhen, kamar pe tight saree ki peti, aur wide hips par jhulta hua pallu.
Yeh us internet ki photo se kahin zyada real aur dangerous thi. Photo mein toh sirf crop kiya hua chehra tha. Yahan toh saans leti hui, garam aur pighalti hui ek aurat khadi thi.
Vikram ke mardangi jism ne uske dimag se pehle jawab diya. Uske pants ke andar ek achanak tight khichav aa gaya, ek aisi garmi jo woh apne chalne ke tarike se poori tarah chhupa nahi paaya. Internet wali fantasy screen se uth kar ab sachmuch uske samne living room mein khadi thi — ek mature, gharwali face, aur ek aisi body jiske upar koi official married tag nahi tha. Woh poori tarah horny ho chuka tha. Saath hi uske dimag mein ek ganda aur pakka vichar aaya: Yeh aurat... yeh sirf aur sirf mere ghar aur mere bed ke liye bani hai.
Vaishali ne nazrein uthakar use dekha.
24 saal ka ladka. Uske apne bete Arjun se bas do-teen saal bada. Kandhe itne chode ki shirt ke buttons pe khichav tha, chehre par halki daadi, aur aankhon mein ek aisi seedhi aur gandi bhookh thi jo kisi anjaani ladki ko nahi balki ek aurat ko dekhte waqt aati hai. Woh koi “ladka” nahi tha — woh ek poora aadmi tha. Vaishali ke dimaag mein pehli line yeh aayi: Yeh toh Arjun se bas thoda sa bada hai... itna bada ki... usne achanak darr kar woh line beech mein hi kaat di.
Usne tray table pe rakh di. Aur chupchap ek kone mein sofa ke kinare par baith gayi — theek wisi tarah jaise shadi ke rishton mein ladkiyan baithti hain, samne mehmaan aur side mein apni family.
Pohe aur chaha parose gaye. Mummy ne do sawaal kiye:
“Meera, tumhe ghar ka khana banana achhe se aata hai na? Aur tumhare ghar mein aur kaun-kaun hai?”
Ramesh ne foran beech mein bol kar baat sambhali, “Haanji, yeh poora ghar akele sambhalti hai. Humari choti behan hai. Pehle kuch rishte dekhe the, par waqt nikal gaya... ab hum log iske liye ek achha aur settled ghar soch rahe hain.”
Choti behan.
Ramesh ki behan.
Ek jhooth ne poori tarah se ek sanskaari rivaaj ka coat pehan liya tha.
Vaishali ne bas dheere se “haan” mein sar hila diya. Usne zyadatar baatein nahi ki kyunki Arjun ne pehle hi mana kiya tha ki zyada nahi bolna hai. Uske honth tight the. Vikram ki gandi aur ghaur karne wali nazar baar-baar Vaishali ke heavy chest aur blouse ke gher par ja rahi thi, aur phir upar uske chehre tak aa rahi thi. Har baar jab Vikram use ghurta tha, Vaishali ko mehsus hota tha. Woh apne pallu se apne bust ko dhakne ki koshish karti, par sleeveless blouse ki wajeh se pallu bar-bar phisal kar side mein ho jata tha.
Uncle ne chai ka ghoont liya aur bole, “Humari patrika aur kundli ke hisaab se 30 plus umar hi bilkul perfect baith rahi hai. Vikram ne toh photo dekh kar hi haan keh diya tha. Ab samne dekh kar toh... koi shaq hi nahi hai.”



Vikram ne apna chaha ka cup table par rakha.
Uski aankhen seedhi Vaishali ki aankhon mein thi. “Haan. Ekdam haan hai meri taraf se.”
Bas itna hi. Poore room mein chai ki bhap aur khamoshi chha gayi.
Mummy ne muskura kar aage badhkar Vaishali ke kaapte hue haath par apna haath rakha. “Badi simple aur bholi ho tum. Yeh toh bohot achhi baat hai.”
Vaishali ke haath barf ki tarah thande ho chuke the. Usne socha — woh heavy jewellery, Priya ka suitcase, sirf do ghante ki baat hai. Usne ek pal ke liye bhi yeh nahi socha ki is “haan” ka wazan kisi court ke register ya zindagani ke kaid-khane jaisa hai.
Pohe khatam hue. Thodi idhar-udhar ki baatein chali — Pune aur Mumbai ka safar, business ki baatein, aur uncle ka law firm. Shukar hai ki us waqt ‘dahej’ wala shabd khul kar nahi phata. Uncle ne sirf ek aam line boli, “Expectations aur baaki ki jo bhi baatein hain, woh family baad mein aamne-samne baith kar clear kar legi. Uska koi issue nahi hai.”
Arjun ke kandhon par jo pichle do din se bojh rakha tha, uski thodi si air nikal gayi.
Ab is natak ka doosra aur sabse khatarnak hissa shuru hua — “Zara ghar bhi dekh lijiye.”
Arjun ne mummy ko kitchen aur baaki hissa dikhane ke liye uthaya. Ramesh uncle ke sath balcony mein chala gaya. Hall mein achanak logon ki sankhya kam ho gayi.
Vikram mauka paakar utha aur seedha us passage mein chala gaya jahan se bedroom aur bathroom ke raste nikalte hain. Vaishali us waqt tray uthane ke liye wahi jhuki hui thi. Woh wahan achanak thithak gayi.
Vikram uske itna kareeb aa gaya ki uske expensive aftershave ki mehak Vaishali ki saanson mein ghul gayi. Woh uske bete jitna hi kareeb tha, par uske jism mein umar ki woh thandak nahi thi — ek aag thi.
Vikram ne ekdum dheeri aawaz mein, sirf Vaishali ke kaano ke liye kaha:
“Maine sirf photo pe haan bola tha, Meera... par ab samne dekh kar bol raha hoon. EKDAM YES. Tum zara bhi tension mat lo, main yeh sab bohot jaldi aur pakka karwa dunga.”
Vaishali ke munh se darr ke maare sirf “main—” nikal paaya.
Vikram ne uska naam jaan-boojh kar liya — “Meera” — jaise woh pehle se hi uski apni cheez ho. Uski gandi aur bhookhi nazar ek second ke liye Vaishali ke blouse ke us kaale til par ruki, aur phir seedha uski aankhon mein aa gayi. Uske mardang jism mein abhi bhi wahi aag aur tightness bani hui thi. Woh ek ajeeb si mardani muskaan ke sath hasa — woh koi shadi wali sharmaane wali muskaan nahi thi, balki ek aadmi ki haq jatane wali muskaan thi.
Ussi waqt passage ke doosre end se Arjun ki aawaz aagyi. Vikram ekdam se do kadam peeche ho gaya. Vaishali ne kaapte hue haathon se tray uthayi, aur glass thartharaane lage.





Wapas sab hall mein ikatthe hue. Mummy ne jaate waqt table par ek laal rang ka lifafa rakha — Shagun ka lifafa. Ramesh ne use utha liya, ek aam kamzor aur majboor baap ki tarah, usne ek pal ke liye bhi mana nahi kiya.
“Parson ke baad hum shadi ki date nikalte hain,” uncle ne jate hue kaha. “Muhurat bohot jaldi ka mil raha hai. Meera ko bilkul taiyar rakhiyega.”
Vaishali ki aankhen seedha Arjun par gayi. Arjun ne nazar chupa li.
Woh wahi se uth kar seedha kitchen mein chali gayi, theek waise hi jaise ek 'ladki' ko rivaaj ke mutabiq bheja jata hai. Sink ke paas aakar usne dekha — uske gale mein abhi bhi woh chain thi, mangalsutra nahi tha. Maang bilkul nangi thi. Doosre kamre mein Priya ne apne TV serial ka volume aur kam kar diya tha — woh darwaze ki karni se sab sun rahi thi.
Mehmaan neeche utar gaye. Jooton ki aawaz lift tak gayi. Landing par sannata chha gaya.
Ghar ka darwaza band ho gaya.
Vaishali wapas hall mein aayi. Uske munh se pehla shabd nikla:
“Khatam ho gaya na? Ab meri mangalsutra aur chain mujhe wapas do.”
Arjun ne shagun ka woh laal lifafa table par hi chhod diya aur bola, “Abhi nahi, Ma. Pehle date nikalne do. Switch hum uske bilkul theek pehle karenge.”
Ramesh ne apni aankhen wapas zameen par jhuka li.
Vaishali ke haath abhi bhi tharthara rahe the. Us sleeveless blouse ke andar uska jism abhi bhi us 38 saal ki anjaani “Meera” wali jagah par atka hua tha. Vikram ki woh gandi aur bhookhi nazar abhi bhi uske kaale til par ghum rahi thi. Usne darr kar socha: Doosri yes bhi ho gayi... Yeh sirf do ghante ka khel nahi tha, yeh toh mujhe hamesha ke liye bechne ka rasta ban gaya hai.
Usne apne pallu se apne heavy bust ko kas kar dhakha.
Landing par abhi bhi do darwaze khade the.
Ek darwaze ke andar table par wo laal lifafa pada tha.
Doosre darwaze par tala tha, lekin uncle aur Vikram ke munh se woh agla flat pehle hi kisi “couple” ke naam par book ho chuka tha.
Vaishali ne darrte hue kitchen ki shelf se apna mangalsutra uthaya.
Use kaapte hue haathon se apne gale mein pehan liya.
Sindoor ki dibi uthayi aur maang mein laal line lagane chali — par haath itna kaap raha tha ki line adhoori aur tedhi lag gayi.
Neeche sadak par Vikram apni gaadi ka darwaza khol kar apni mummy se bol raha tha:
“Haan mummy. Wahi hai bilkul. Bas jaldi se date pakki karo.”
Gaadi ka horn baja aur woh nikal gaye.
Lekin woh gandi aur nangi fantasy ab screen se utar kar seedha us shadi ki date maang rahi thi.

Mehmaan utre uske poore do ghante baad bhi is ghar ki hawa normal nahi hui thi.
Vaishali ne chupchap apna mangalsutra wapas gale mein pehan liya, adhoori sindoor ki line ko poora kiya, aur wahi sleeveless blouse utaar kar wapas apna purana sleeved blouse pehan liya. Sheeshe ke andar 'Meera' dheere-dheere kam ho gayi, aur wapas wahi 42 saal ki 'Ma' khadi ho gayi. Hall mein woh shagun ka laal lifafa abhi bhi table par ek rumaal ke neeche chhipa hua pada tha. Ramesh use uthane se darta tha. Arjun ne use gin kar dekh liya tha ki andar kitni moti rakam hai.
Priya achanak andar apne kamre se nikal kar aayi, uske chehre pe abhi bhi “sir dard” ka natak saaf dikh raha tha.
“Kaun log aaye the subah?” usne poocha.
Ramesh ne foran kaha, “Ek family thi... rishte ke silsile mein.”
“Aur yeh Meera kaun hai? Iska naam kyun le rahe the sab?”
Poora hall ek second ke liye barf ki tarah jam gaya. TV ke serial ki aawaz ke beech Priya ke kaan tak yeh naam pehle hi pahunch chuka tha.
Arjun ne aage badh kar baat sambhali, “Koi door ke relative ka rishta hai, Mausi. Kuch confusion ho gayi thi naam mein.”
Priya ki gandi nazar Vaishali ke khule hue baalon par gayi — jo usne abhi tak theek se baandhe nahi the — aur phir seedha gale mein latke hue mangalsutra par padi. Usne aage aur koi sawaal nahi kiya, bas us baat ko apne dimag mein ek file ki tarah save kar liya.
Raat ke nau baje. Ek naya phone aaya.
Uncle ka phone tha. Speaker on nahi kiya gaya tha. Arjun ne phone uthaya aur Ramesh apne bete ke kandhe ke upar se kaan lagaye sun raha tha.
“Rameshji, pandit ji ne shadi ka muhurat nikaal diya hai. Pure barah din baad ka time hai. Arya Samaj ka mandir aur ek chhota sa function, zyada bhed-bhaad nahi rakhni hai. Meera ko bilkul taiyar rakhiyega. Jewellery ki trial kal-parson hi karwa lenge. Aur ek aur zaroori baat... wahi building ka baju wala flat jo mahino se khaali pada tha, society walo se baat ho gayi hai. Hum log wahi flat us naye couple ke liye final kar rahe hain. Owner humara known hai, bas token dena baaki hai. Meera ko wahi paas mein rakhna sabke liye easy rahega, bilkul aapke ghar ke kareeb.”
Arjun ki achanak aankh uth kar ghar ki landing ki taraf chali gayi.
Bahar dono darwaze the. Left wala inka apna ghar — 2BHK. Right wala — mahino se tala laga hua khaali flat.
Arjun ne baat ko sambhalte hue foran kaha, “Haan uncle ji, bilkul theek hai. Hum dekh lenge wahan.”
Call cut ho gayi.
Ramesh ka gala sukha, “Baju wala flat matlab?”
Arjun seedha utha aur darwaza khol kar landing par chala gaya. Us khaali flat ke purane taale aur dhool ko dekhte hue usne socha: Shadi ke baad switch ho jayegi, aur Mausi yahin pados mein rahegi. Ma idhar hi rahegi. Sab kuch control mein rahega, bilkul nazdeek.
Usne ek second ke liye bhi yeh nahi socha tha ki un dono 2BHK flats ka master bedroom ek hi common deewar ko share karta hai. Purani Bombay ki aisi purani societies mein deewarein kitni patli hoti hain — ek hi plaster ka slab, ek hi brick line. Dono taraf ke palang ke headboard bilkul ek doosre ke peechhe aane wale the. Us raat na toh wahan koi tape laga, aur na hi kisi ne deewar par knock kiya. Khaali ghar ko unhone sirf “nazdeek” samjha, ek khatarnak “deewar” nahi.
Ramesh peeche khada hokar bola, “Yeh sab thoda zyada jaldi nahi ho raha, Arjun?”
“Jaldi ho raha hai isiliye toh jaldi nikalna hai, Papa. Sirf barah din bache hain. Mausi ko hum pehle hi maroon saree pehna kar ready kar denge, aur Ma ko bolenge ki bas kuch der ka drama hai.”
Andar hall mein Vaishali khadi yeh sab sun rahi thi. Usne woh “barah din” wala shabd sun liya tha. Usne “baju wala flat” bhi saaf sun liya tha.
Usne aage aakar poocha, “Kaun sa flat? Baju wala kyun?”
Arjun ne bina kisi darr ke saaf kaha — pehli baar uski aawaz mein ek ajeeb sa aurogance tha:
“Baju wala flat wahi log le rahe hain couple ke liye, Ma. Tujhe kahin nahi jaana, Mausi wahan jayegi, aur tu yahin is ghar mein rahegi. Hum sab yahin rahenge.”
Vaishali chah kar bhi hans nahi paayi. Uske honth kaap rahe the.
“Barah din mein shadi? Maine toh sirf do ghante ke liye kaha tha, aur apni chain wapas le li thi! Ab yeh flat kahan se aa gaya beech mein?”
Ramesh ne darte hue kaha, “Token wahi log de rahe hain, tera naam thodi aayega wahan.”
“Lekin us flat mein jo ladki jayegi, uske jism par chehra toh mera hi hai na?”
Usne table par pade hue shagun ke laal lifafe ki taraf ungli uthayi. “Yeh paisa bhi utha kar wahin phenk do. Main ab is khel mein ek minute bhi nahi baithungi.”
Arjun ne us laal lifafe ko hath tak nahi lagaya. Uski aawaz sakt ho gayi:
“Ma, ab yahan se peeche hatne ka rasta band ho chuka hai. Uncle ek bade lawyer hain. Message hain, photo hain, mehmaan ghar aakar mil chuke hain. Shagun ka lifafa humne le liya hai. Agar ab inkaar kiya, toh hazaron sawaal khade ho jayenge — paisa kahan gaya, jewellery trial ka kya hua. Mausi yahin se nikal jayegi, aur ghar ka klesh hamesha ke liye khatam ho jayega.”
Vaishali ke munh par ek baar phir gussa aaya, par us gusse ke theek peeche wahi purana aur ganda hisaab aakar khada ho gaya — Priya ke hisse ki ladai, ghar ka rent, aur woh sona jo abhi tak unke haath nahi aaya tha. Lalach ne is baar uski sharm ko ek dhakka diya, par woh use poori tarah hata nahi payi.
“Main... main ek bhi court ka ya shadi ka register sign nahi karungi,” usne aakhri shart rakhi.
“Koi sign nahi karega, Ma,” Arjun ne ek aur jhooth bol diya. “Switch toh pehle hi ho jayegi.”
Doosre din subah subah bank account mein pehli online entry aayi.
Wahi shagun wale paise se alag ek badi rakam — “Family help / token advance”. Yeh figure itna bada tha ki Ramesh ki ungli ATM slip ko dekhte hi wahi sookh gayi. Arjun ne foran uska screenshot lekar apne paas rakh liya. Woh demand wali line jo unhone likhi thi, ab sach hoti dikh rahi thi.
Vaishali ne kitchen ki roshni mein jab wo slip dekhi, toh us par likhe numbers use kisi pahad ki tarah bhaari lage.
“Yeh paise wapas karo unhe.”
Ramesh ne thar-tharaate haathon se kaha, “Kaise wapas karein? Uncle poochenge toh kya bolenge?”
“Toh poochne do unhe!”
Lekin us ghar mein kisi ki himmat nahi thi ki koi woh paisa wapas karne ja sake. Ek kamzor aur majboor ghar mein jab bade numbers aa jaate hain, toh imaan wahi chupchap ruk jata hai.
Dopahar ke waqt society ke watchman ne aakar bataya, “Saheb, wo baju wala flat kal se safai ke liye khul raha hai. Naye log aane wale hain.” Arjun ne bas apna sar hila diya. Vaishali balcony mein khadi hokar us khaali ghar ki band window ko chupchap dekhti rahi. Andar poori tarah andhera tha, aur bedroom ka parda gira hua tha. Usne ek second ke liye bhi yeh nahi socha tha ki us parde ke theek peechhe wali deewar uske apne hi palang ke sirhane ke sath chipki hui hai.
Shaam ko phone par jewellery trial ke liye message aa gaya.
Vaishali ne saaf keh diya, “Main kahin nahi jaane wali trial ke liye.”
Arjun ne samjhate hue kaha, “Bas dekhne jana hai, Mausi ke size ke liye wahan thodi na naap dena hai.”
“Mausi ka size mujhse bilkul alag hai.”
Yahi unke is jhoothe plan ka pehla sabse bada aur saaf chhed tha. Priya patli aur lambi thi, jabki Vaishali heavy bust aur heavy hips wali aurat thi. Asli haar aur chudiya toh fit ho sakti thi, par blouse ya baaki cheezein nahi. Lekin unhone is chhed ko filhal nazarandaaz kar diya — “Baad mein dekh lenge.”
Raat ko dinner table par Priya ne achanak ek aisi baat bol di jisse sabka khana gale mein ruk gaya:
“Yeh baju wala flat achanak kyun saaf ho raha hai? Aur pichle do din se is ghar mein is ‘Meera’ ka naam kyun ghum raha hai?”
Vaishali ne bina upar dekhe apni plate table par rakh di. “Kuch nahi hai aisi baat.”
Yeh unka dusra jhooth tha — pehle wale se bhi zyada aasan aur khokla.
Priya ki gandi aur teekhi nazar teeno ke chehron par ghoom gayi. “Main itni bhi pagal nahi hoon jitna tum log mujhe samajh rahe ho.”
Kisi ke munh se koi jawab nahi nikla. Hall mein bas TV ka serial chal raha tha.
Raat ka waqt. Sannata chha chuka tha.
Arjun chupchap utha aur us khaali flat ke baahar wale darwaze par ek halka sa hath maara. Andar se ek khokhli si echo aayi. Usne apne dimag mein andaza lagaya ki shayad unka hall us flat ke hall ke sath milta hoga — par uska anuman galat tha. Asli sachai yeh thi ki dono ke master bedrooms bilkul peeth se peeth lagaye hue the. Ek patli si purani brick-and-water wall, jiske andar se paani ke purani pipes guzarti thi. Dono tarah ke palangon ke beech ki doori do feet se bhi kam thi. Yeh baat is chapter tak kisi ko nahi pata thi — yeh sach aage chal kar seedha unke bistar se bahar aane wala tha.
Vaishali apne palang par leti hui thi. Gale mein mangalsutra tha, maang mein sindoor tha. Usne barah din ka socha. Usne us shadi ke switch ka socha. Usne Priya ke suitcase aur us property ke hisse ka socha. Usne Vikram ki woh gandi aur bhookhi nazar ko yaad kiya jo passage mein uske kaale til par ruki thi, aur woh ‘Yes’ yaad kiya jo screen se uth kar sachmuch uske samne aa baitha tha.
Usne ek second ke liye bhi nahi socha tha ki uski neend ki diwar hi ab agla naya narak banne wali hai.
Tabhi Arjun ke phone par ek notification vibrate hua. Vikram ka number seedhe Arjun ke paas tha, Vaishali ke paas nahi. Uncle ke through message bheja gaya tha:
Flat token is done. Muhurat locked. Bring Meera 2 days prior to wedding for final prep and trial.
Arjun ne wahi screen apne baap ko dikhayi.
Ramesh ne sirf ek aakhri sawaal kiya, “Prep ka kya matlab hai?”
“Wahi haldi, blouse fitting, aur aakhri walk ka trial. Theatre hai, Papa.”
Doosre kamre mein leti hui Vaishali ne karwat badli. Bahar wahi do darwaze the. Right wale flat par kal se jhaadu chalne wali thi. Left wale ghar mein ek maa soyi thi, jo abhi bhi is khayal mein thi ki uske barabar mein koi anjaani aurat nahi soyegi.
Barah din poori tarah tay kar liye gaye the. Aur woh deewar... abhi bhi sirf ek deewar thi.

To be continueed....

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Muhurat lock hone ke theek do din baad is ghar ne pehli baar Vaishali ko gol-mol baaton mein nahi, balki ekdam seedhe shabdon mein bol diya — shaadi ab poori tarah fix ho chuki hai.

Yeh line kisi hall mein ya khane ki table par nahi kahi gayi thi. Yeh baat unhone seedha uske apne kamre mein aakar, darwaza andar se band karke kahi, taaki Priya ko poori tasveer ka ek bhi tukda na mil sake. Ramesh palang ke kinare khali-khali aankhon se baitha hua tha. Arjun bilkul samne khada tha. Aur Vaishali chupchap apni window ke paas khadi thi — gale mein mangalsutra tha, maang mein sindoor bhara tha, aur woh dekhne mein bilkul aisi lag rahi thi jaise woh abhi bhi isi ghar ki ek aam patni aur maa ho.
Arjun ne aage badhkar kaha, “Ma, ab yeh koi theatre ya natak nahi raha. Unhone date bilkul pakki kar di hai. Vikram ne tujhe dekh kar khud haan bola hai. Uncle ne baju wale flat ka token bhi de diya hai. Ab tu sirf do hafte ke liye ‘Meera’ ban kar yeh sab nikal de, uske baad hum aakhri moment pe switch kar denge.”
Vaishali ne palat kar un dono baap-beton ki taraf dekha, aur is baar usne koi adhura jawab nahi diya, balki poori saaf line mein kaha:
“Tum dono sach mein mujhe kya samajhte ho? Main isliye bilkul khush nahi hoon ki koi 24 saal ka ladka meri photo dekh kar mujhpe lattu ho gaya hai. Main sach mein darti hoon. Lekin ab main yeh bahut achhi tarah samajh chuki hoon ki maine unke samne chai rakh di, pohe paros diye, apni maang ka sindoor hata diya aur unke samne Meera ban kar chupchap baith gayi. Ab yahan se peeche hatne ka koi rasta nahi bacha hai. Priya yahan se apna haq maang kar kabhi nahi jayegi. Yeh log paisa wapas nahi karenge. Unke uncle ek bade lawyer hain. Jo kuch bhi maine unke samne dikha diya hai, ab mujhe use poori tarah nibhana hi padega.”
Ramesh ne dheere se apna sir hila kar kaha, “Hum sab tere hi sath hain, Vaishali. Yeh humara aakhri option hai. Mausi is ghar se hamesha ke liye nikal jayegi, aur tu wapas apni jagah par aa jayegi.”
Vaishali ne un dono ko dekha aur andar hi andar usne ghut kar is sach ko maan liya — poori tarah se nahi, balki ek gehri thakaan aur majboori ke sath. Us ladke ne uski photo like ki thi. Uski family ne demand ke naam par koi drama ya khich-kich nahi ki thi. Naye kapde aur jewellery ke packet ghar aane shuru ho chuke the. Priya ka woh zehreela shor hamesha ke liye thand ho sakta tha. In saari cheezon ne mil kar uske saare gusse ko ek ajeeb si thaki hui ‘haan’ mein badal diya tha. Woh is rishte se kisi jawan ladki ki tarah khush nahi thi. Woh bas is baat se thoda halka mehsoos kar rahi thi ki uske samne ek rasta dikh raha tha — maana ki woh ek behad ganda aur paap se bhara rasta tha, par ek rasta toh tha hi.
Usne aakhirkar kaha, “Theek hai. Main act karugi. Register par main apna koi sign nahi karungi, aur phere bhi aakhri moment par Mausi ke hi honge. Lekin uss se pehle jo bhi naap-tola, blouse aur chalne-firne ka natak hai, woh main sab kar dungi. Uske baad meri chain aur mangalsutra mujhe wapas mil jana chahiye.”
Arjun ne apna sir hila diya. Uske dimaag mein woh purana jhootha switch abhi bhi zinda tha. Aur Vaishali ke dimaag mein woh switch ek aisi rassi thi jisse woh khud ko bachane ki koshish kar rahi thi. Dono ne alag-alag siron se wahi rassi pakdi hui thi.
Iske baad unhone poore pados aur rishtedaron mein yeh kahani faila di ki Vaishali kuch dino ke liye apni ek saheli Savita ke ghar Parel ja rahi hai, kyunki wahan uski shadi ke kuch kapde aur naap ka kaam hona hai. Savita sach mein Parel mein rehti thi, par Vaishali wahan raat ko kabhi nahi soti thi. Woh din mein do-teen ghante ke liye Savita ke yahan chali jaati, wahan apne naye kapde rakhti, aur wapas ghar aa jati thi. Bahar ke logon ke liye yeh shadi ki taiyari thi. Andar ke logon ke liye yeh ek parda tha, taaki Priya har ghante ‘Meera’ ke baare mein sawal na pooch sake.
Savita ne ek din akele mein tok kar pooch hi liya, “Tu aisi umar mein achanak yeh delayed shaadi kyun kar rahi hai, Vaishali? Aur suna hai woh ladka tujhse umar mein behad chhota hai?”
Vaishali ne is jhooth ko ek poore aur pakke sentence mein sambhala:
“Ramesh ke parivar ki taraf se ek rishta aa gaya tha. Main apne is ghar aur parivar ke liye yeh sab kar rahi hu. Isse zyada mujh se kuch mat pooch, Savita.”



Savita ne uske baad aur koi khod-khed nahi ki. Usne bas itna kaha, “Apne blouse ka naap theek se karwa liyo. Tere jaise heavy bust aur jism par sleeveless blouse mein tera jism bilkul chhupne wala nahi hai.”

Teesri subah Vikram ki apni maa, unka trusted tailor, ek kapde ki thaili, aur ek inch-tape lekar seedha inke ghar aa gayi. Ek aam traditional Marathi ghar ka yeh rivaaj bhi hota hai ki honewali saas khud apne haathon se bahu ka naap leti hai, taaki shadi ke din blouse kahin se phate nahi aur pallu chota na pade.
Priya ko ek baar phir se zabardasti andar wale kamre mein bitha diya gaya. Wahan yeh kahani chal rahi thi ki “Savita ki mummy aayi hui hain.” Priya andar baith kar cheekh rahi thi aur maan nahi rahi thi, par darwaza uske gusse se zyada mazboot aur band tha.
Vaishali hall mein uth kar aayi aur unhe hath jod kar namaskar kiya. Aaj usne maang mein sindoor nahi bhara tha, gale mein mangalsutra bhi nahi tha. Baal aaram se khule hue the. Usne ek simple cream saree pehni thi — sleeveless nahi, balki ek sadharan sleeved blouse, lekin uske andar bhi uski heavy aur bhari chhati saaf ubhar rahi thi. Vikram ki maa ne use upar se neeche tak ek aisi nazar se naapa jaise ek aurat doosri aurat ke jism ki har ek fit ko dekhti hai.
Unhone muskura kar kaha, “Meera, tu zara bhi tension mat le beta. Vikram ne photo mein bhi tujhe pasand kiya tha, aur ghar par dekh kar bhi wahi baat boli. Kundli aur patrika bhi poori tarah sath de rahi hai. Tu itni simple aur bholi hai, yeh sabse badi acchhi baat hai. Chal, ab jaldi se naap le lete hain.”
Vaishali ne dheere se “haan” kaha. Yahi se un dono saas-bahu ke beech ki pehli lambi aur khamosh baat shuru hui.
Tailor ne apna inch-tape nikala. Sabse pehle shoulder ka naap liya, phir bust ka. Tape jab Vaishali ki chhati ke sabse ubhare hue aur mote hisse par aakar ruki, toh tailor ki nazar notebook par chali gayi, aur honewali saas ki nazar seedhi us blouse ke gher par jam gayi. Vaishali ne apni saans andar rok li. Uske heavy, rasile breasts ne us tape ko baahar ki taraf ek zor ka dhakka diya. Uski umar ki us “38 saal ki unmarried simple ladki” ke mukable woh naap kahin zyada bhari aur mota tha.
Saas ne halka sa muskura kar tailor se kaha, “Blouse mein andar se lining thodi heavy aur extra lagana. Gale ko pehle din bilkul deep mat rakhna. Uske baad... jaisa Vikram ka mann hoga, waisa kar lenge.”
Yeh aakhri line bohot dheere se kahi gayi thi, par Vaishali ke kaano mein aakar ek lohe ki sikh ki tarah ruk gayi. Usne iska koi jawab nahi diya. Usne bas chupchap apni kamar ki peti ka naap diya, hips ka naap diya, aur blouse ki length mark karwai. Uski soft pet, wide aur heavy hips, aur thick waist ka har ek figure us notebook mein saaf-saaf likh liya gaya. Tailor ne maroon silk aur cream tissue ke kapde ko alag se mark karke rakh diya.
Saas ne aage badhkar pyaar se Vaishali ke baalon ko chua, jaise woh use apna banane ki pehli koshish kar rahi ho.
“Baal tere bohot acche hain, Meera. Muhurat ke din inhe khula hi rakhna. Sindoor... woh sirf shadi wale din hi lagegi. Abhi iski koi zaroorat nahi hai.”



Vaishali ka haath khud-b-khud apne gale ki taraf gaya jahan hamesha mangalsutra hua karta tha, par wahan sirf nangi skin thi. Usne poore sentence mein kaha, “Mujhe aaj-kal aisi cheezon ki aadat nahi hai, mummy ji. Main apne ghar mein hamesha bohot simple rehti hu.”

Saas ne apna haath uthakar Vaishali ke kaapte hue haath par rakh diya.
“Ab tu kisi simple ghar ki nahi, hamari ghar ki bahu banne ja rahi hai. Kisi bhi cheez ka act mat kar, bas iski aadat daal le. Vikram ko mature auraten hi pasand hain. Chhoti ladkiyon ki tarah uchalna-koodna use nahi suhata. Tu jaise chupchap baithi hai, bilkul waise hi theek hai.”
Yahan tak toh saas aur bahu ki baatein ek pyar bhare rishte jaisi lag rahi thi. Lekin uske theek peechhe ek behad sakt control aur hukum chhipa hua tha. Vaishali yeh baat poori tarah samajh chuki thi. Usne pehle hi us anjaani family ke samne bride ban kar chai paros di thi. Ab naap bhi poora ho chuka tha. Ab is ghar ke andar ‘nahi’ bolna sirf ek bekaar shabd ban kar reh gaya tha — bahar ki duniya ke liye woh ab poori tarah ‘Meera’ ban chuki thi.
Saas ke wahan se jaane ke thodi hi der baad Ramesh aur Arjun ne Vaishali ke samne ek chamakti hui kapde ki thaili la kar rakhi. Uske andar ek khoobsurat maroon silk ki saree thi, ek matching cream blouse piece tha, ek medium weight ka sone ka haar tha, sone ke jhumke the, aur kuch chote bangle the. Yeh sab Vikram ki family ka poora dahej ka set nahi tha — yeh un dono baap-beton ne usi shagun ke mile hue paise mein se kuch hissa nikaal kar Vaishali ko ‘manane’ aur chup karane ke liye kharida tha.
Arjun ne aage badhkar kaha, “Ma, ise pehen kar ek baar mirror mein dekh toh sahi. Apni zindagi mein tujhe aisi cheezein kab aur kahan naseeb hui thi?”
Vaishali ne us sone ke haar ko apne haath mein uthaya. Ek halka sa wazan uske kaapte hue haathon mein mehsoos hua. Shaadi ke itne saalon mein Ramesh ne use kabhi aisa koi keemti gehna ya mehanga kapda nahi diya tha. Uske pehle ke kapde hamesha bazaar ke saste aur aam hua karte the. Lekin yeh maroon silk kapda haath mein aate hi bilkul alag mehsus ho raha tha. Yeh sona uske haath mein chamak raha tha. Uske honth par pehle ek halki si khushi aayi, phir ek gehri sharm aayi, aur aakhir mein woh dono aapas mein mil gayi.
Usne ekdam saaf aur poore sentence mein kaha:
“Main is sone ke haar ke liye ‘Meera’ nahi bani hu, Arjun. Lekin itne saal beet jaane ke baad agar kisi ne meri taraf dekh kar mujhe kuch diya hai, toh is sach se main inkar nahi karugi. Main yeh sab pehunuhi, kyunki ab mujhe is natak ko poori tarah act karna padega. Lekin apne andar se main aaj bhi yahi sochti hu ki aakhri moment par wahan Priya jayegi, aur main hamesha ki tarah yahin apke ghar mein rahungi.”
Ramesh ne apni aankhen zameen par jhuka li aur dheere se bola, “Haan... aakhri mein wahi hoga.”
Vaishali ne us maroon blouse ko apne bathroom mein le jakar pehan kar dekha. Sleeveless maroon piece jab usne pehna, toh lining ke baad bhi uske heavy breasts aur unka bhari ubhaar us kapde ke andar poori tarah se qaid nahi ho pa raha tha. Woh sona uske collarbone ke us kaale til ke theek upar aakar ruk gaya tha. Uske baal khule hue the. Sheeshe ke andar dekhne par woh phir se wahi 38 saal ki jawan aurat lag rahi thi.
Usne is baar apni aankhen sheeshe se nahi pheryi. Pehli baar zindagi mein usne khud ko itni der tak ghaur se dekha tha. Uske andar gussa ab kam ho chuka tha, darr thoda baaki tha, aur ek ajeeb si chhupi hui khushi bhi thi jise woh apne bete ke samne kisi bhi keemat par zahir nahi karna chahti thi.
Bahar se achanak Priya ne apne kamre ke darwaze par dastak dekar poocha, “Andar yeh naye kapde kiske aaye hain aur kiski aawaz aa rahi hai?”
Vaishali ne thoda sa uncha bol kar jawab diya, “Yeh Savita ke kapde hain, thodi der mein wapas chale jayenge.”
Zindagi mein pehle jo jhooth uske munh se tut-tut kar nikalte the, ab woh ekdam poore aur pakke sentence ki tarah aaram se bahar aa rahe the. Jhooth ab is ghar ki zabaan ban chuka tha.
Raat ke waqt sone se theek pehle usne apna woh naya sona ka haar ek alag dabbe mein rakha, aur apna purana mangalsutra uske paas hi rakh diya. Do alag-alag zindagiyan ek hi choti si shelf par aakar chupchap so gayi thi. Palang par let kar usne socha — saas ne uska naap le liya hai, tailor ne uske jism ke sare numbers likh liye hain, uske bete aur pati ne use sona de diya hai, Priya abhi bhi doosre kamre mein apna haq aur hissa maang rahi hai, aur idhar wahi baju wala flat ab poori tarah saaf aur taiyar ho raha hai.
Usne andhere mein let kar khud se ekdam saaf shabdon mein kaha:
“Main yeh bilkul nahi chahti thi. Lekin ab maine unhe apna sab kuch dikha diya hai. Ab mujhe yeh poora act karna padega. Aur uske baad... main wapas yahin apne ghar aa jaungi.”
Landing par abhi bhi wahi do darwaze khade the.
Right wale flat ke andar se abhi bhi naye rang-roghan aur paint ki mehak aa rahi thi.
Left wale ghar ke andar ek aisi maa soyi thi jiske jism ka har ek naap aur figure ab kisi anjaani family ki notebook mein hamesha ke liye likha ja chuka tha.
Woh jhootha switch abhi bhi unke dimaag mein ek umeed ki tarah zinda tha.
Lekin tailor ke liye naape gaye un numbers ke hisaab se... woh dulhan banne ka khel sachmuch shuru ho chuka tha

Maroon silk ki thaili subah theek dus baje unke flat ki chaukhat pe aayi.

Tailor ke ladke ne bhari, chamakti thaili dining table ke kinare pe rakhi, paise liye aur chala gaya. Ramesh ne darwaza kheencha, purani kundi aahiste se lagayi taaki koi awaz na ho. Priya ke kamre ka darwaza andar se lock tha, par us bandh darwaze ke peeche se bhi uske kaan poore ghar ki aahat sunte the.
Vaishali ne thaili ki taraf dekha. Uske haath aage badhe jaise kisi naye kapde ko nahi, balki kisi darr ko chhoone ja rahe hon. Kapda bhaari tha — pure banarasi-cut silk, zari ki chamak dhoop mein aisi jaise asli sona pighla ke taaron mein piroya gaya ho. Uske sath sleeveless blouse nikla, double lining ke sath, wahi naap jo saas ne us subah apne haathon ke tape se Vaishali ke nange aur ubhre jism pe kheencha tha. Cream tissue ka second bridal set alag transparent polythene mein bandha tha. Koi gehna nahi aaya tha abhi, par sirf kapde ki khushbu aur uski mehak ne poore 2BHK flat ki khatti hawa ko achanak badal kar rakh diya tha.
Arjun kitchen ke kone mein khada tha, aankhon mein excitement aur thoda jhijhak. "Ma... pehen ke dekh le. Agar fitting galat hui toh abhi tailor ko bol dunga."
Vaishali ne ek shabd nahi kaha. Thaili uthayi aur apne bedroom mein chali gayi. Darwaza lagaya.
Purani, dhuli hui cotton saree ko usne kamar se khola. Kapda phisal kar zameen pe gira. Purane simple cotton blouse ke hooks peeth se ek-ek karke khule. Jab usne apni gharelu bra utari, uske dono heavy, rasile breasts azaad hokar aage ki taraf jhuk gaye — unka bhaari wazan, unke dark nipples ka halka sa tanav, aur collarbone ke theek neeche ka gehra kaala til peeli tube-light mein chamak utha.
Usne sheeshe ke samne khade hokar naya sleeveless maroon blouse uthaya.
Pehla hook laga. Dusra. Teesri hook pe aate-aate kapde ne uske pure bust ko neeche se utha kar upar ki taraf squeeze kar diya. Double lining ne kapde ko support toh diya, par uske jism ke bhaari gher ko chhupa na saki. Dono gore, rasile stan blouse ke deep sweetheart cut ke upar se nikal kar aage ko ubhar aaye. Cleavage itni gehri aur saaf ho gayi ki gale se lekar chhati ke beech tak ek lambi, garam ghaati ban gayi. Left collarbone ka til us nange gale pe bilkul akele chamak raha tha.
Usne maroon silk saree ko apni choudi, gol kamar pe baandha. Silk ka sarsarahat uski smooth thighs aur hips se ragad khata hua neeche tak gaya. Pallu ko usne kandhe pe daala, par sleeveless hone ki wajah se uski gori, bhari arms aur armpit ke paas ka nanga curve saaf jhalak raha tha. Usne apne jet-black wavy baal khole, jo peeth ke beech tak bikhar gaye. Maang mein sindoor nahi tha. Gale mein mangalsutra nahi tha — sirf ek choti si laal bindi maathe pe.
Sheeshe ke samne jo aurat khadi thi, woh 42 saal ki kisi ladke ki Ma nahi thi.
Sheeshe mein 38 saal ki ek behisaab jawan, bhari-poori, aur pyasi aurat khadi thi — wheatish glow, bhare hue rasile hoth, aur ek aisi khuli jawani jise dekh kar koi bhi mard apna sab kuch bhool jaye. Wahi jism jise us matrimonial site pe 'Meera' keh kar becha gaya tha.
Vaishali ko khud ke jism se achanak darr lagne laga. Uska dil zor se dhadka. Natak itna sach aur itna nanga nahi lagna chahiye tha. Agar natak itna saaf aur khubsoorat dikhega, toh samne wala mard kabhi kisi aurat se switch karne ko raazi nahi hoga.
Usne ghabra kar pallu ko kheencha, chahti thi ki apne bhari ubhaar ko dhak le. Par chikna silk saree ka kapda baar-baar phisal kar uske breasts ke kinare gir jata, uski bhari chhati ko aur zyada nanga dikhate hue. Usne sheeshe mein apni aankhon mein dekhte hue poore control se khud se kaha:
"Yeh main nahi hoon. Yeh unki banayi hui Meera hai. Sirf do hafte ka tamasha hai. Phir meri chain aur sindoor wapas mere gale
mein hoga."

Bahar se Arjun ki aawaz aayi, "Ma... ho gaya kya?"
Vaishali ne ek gehri saans li aur darwaza khola.
Hall mein khade Ramesh ki nazar jaise hi apni biwi ke is naye, bhare hue, aur aadhi nangi chhati wale roop pe padi, usne foran apni aankhen neeche kar li — jaise apni hi aurat ko kisi gair mard ke liye aise sajte dekhna ek jinda paap ho. Par Arjun ne apni nazar turant nahi hatai. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si sharam thi, ek mardana hisaab tha, aur yeh zehreele sach ki tasveer thi ki screen ki photo se kahin zyada yeh zinda jism kisi bhi ladke ko paagal kar sakta tha.
Vaishali ne dono haathon se pallu ko sambhalte hue thandi aawaz mein kaha, "Size theek hai. Ab main ise utaar rahi hoon."
Woh bina unki taraf dekhe kamre mein wapas aayi. Blouse ke hooks ek jhatke mein khole. Ek thaki hui, bhaari saans uske seene se nikli. Wahi purana cotton kapda pehna. Maroon silk ko wapas thaili mein pack kiya. Sheeshe mein Ma wapas aa gayi. Til chhup gaya. Purani chain gale mein gayi aur maang mein adhoori sindoor usne unglee se poori kheenchi.



Theek usi pal Ramesh ka phone vibrating table pe bajne laga.

Screen pe Vikram ki maa ka number chamak raha tha.
Ramesh ne thar-tharate haathon se call uthayi. Aawaz itni meethi thi jaise shehad mein zeher lapeta ho, par us meethas ke theek neeche ek pakka hukumat aur order chhupa tha:
"Rameshji, kapde aur bridal set tailor ne time pe pahuncha diya na? Ek zaroori baat karni thi... Meera ko kal shaam tak humare yahan bungalow pe bhej dijiye. Haldi, mehendi, aur unke saare bridal rituals yahin humare ghar pe honge. Yeh humare khandaan ka riwaaz hai. Hum dulhan ko shaadi se do din pehle mayke mein nahi rehne dete. Family ki ladies dekh lengi, dulhan ki walk aur rasmein theek se set ho jayengi. Vikram bhi kal se ghar pe hi hai, toh kisi baat ki tension nahi hai."
Ramesh ne speaker on nahi kiya tha, par Vaishali kitchen ke darwaze ke paas khadi ek-ek lafz sun rahi thi. "Do din pehle" aur "Vikram ghar pe hai" — yeh shabdh uske kaano mein garam sikh ki tarah ghus gaye.
Usne aage badhkar Ramesh ka haath pakad ke phone ko neeche kiya aur seedhe kaan ke paas zor se boli:
"Main kisi anjaan ghar mein do din pehle jaakar raat nahi guzarungi! Haldi karni hai toh yahan ho, prep yahan ho. Main unke ghar mein shaadi se pehle ek kadam nahi rakhungi."
Arjun aage badha, uske chehre pe tension thi. "Ma, samajh na! Sirf do din ki baat hai. Main subah-shaam wahan chakkar marunga. Aur switch karne ke liye hume yahan Mausi ko ready karna padega... agar tu wahan nahi gayi toh unhe shaq—"
"Maine kaha NAHI!" Vaishali ki aawaz bhari aur teekhi thi. "Maine chaha-pohe parose, naap ke liye apna jism khol diya, Meera ban ke baith gayi. Ab is se aage main nahi jaungi. Kisi anjaan mard ke ghar mein raat guzaarna... yeh nahi hoga."
Ramesh ne phone pe kaanpate hue kaha, "Bhabhiji... hum thoda aapas mein baat karke batate hain."
Call cut ho gayi. Hall ke ceiling fan ki ghoomti hui awaz ke siwa wahan sannata chha gaya. Teeno wahan aise khade rahe jaise abhi bhi unke haath mein koi faisla lene ki taqat bachi ho.
Do ghante baad unhe samajh aaya ki unke haath kab ke bandh chuke the.
Dopahar ke theek do baje Lawyer Uncle ka call seedha Arjun ke phone pe aaya.
Arjun ne jaise hi call pick kiya, Uncle ki aawaz mein na koi gussa tha, na shor. Ek dam thandi, kanooni aur dabi hui aawaz:
"Arjun beta... main ghuma-phira ke baat karne ka aadi nahi hoon. Agar ghar ki auraton ko nahi sunana toh side mein ho ja, aur agar sunana chahta hai toh speaker on kar le. Better yahi hoga ki sab sun lein."
Arjun ne speaker on nahi kiya, par usne phone ko kaan se thoda alag rakha. Vaishali table ke theek samne aakar khadi ho gayi, uski saansein ruki hui thi.
"Tumhare baap ke account mein shagun aur flat ka token milakar kareeb aath se das lakh rupaye transfer ho chuke hain. Profile tumhare email aur IP address se bani hai. Photos, messages, Meera ka khud humare samne baith kar haan bolna, pohe khilana — yeh sab record pe hai. Aur ab Vikram ki mummy keh rahi hain ki dulhan do din pehle rasm ke liye aane se mana kar rahi hai? Yeh seedha-seedha peeche hatna hai, beta."
Uncle ne ek second ka pause liya, aur agla teer chalaya:
"Kanoon ki bhasha mein ise 'Criminal Breach of Trust' aur 'Cheating' kehte hain — Section 420. Agar Meera aaj shaam saat baje tak humare bungalow pe nahi aayi, toh main yeh file security officer station bhej dunga. Aur ek baat achhi tarah yaad rakhna, Arjun... aisi internet aur matrimonial frauds mein court sabse pehle us ladke ko custody mein leta hai jiske computer ya phone se id bani hoti hai. Beta pehle andar jata hai, baap baad mein. Judge ke samne jab yeh aayega ki tum log paise lekar dulhan ko ghar mein chhipa rahe ho, toh pehli peshi pe bail bhi nahi milti."
Ramesh ke haath se pani ka gilaas chhoot gaya. "Uncle... yeh bas galat fehmi hai—"
"Galat fehmi bank accounts mein nahi hoti, Rameshji. Main saat baje tak Meera ka wait kar raha hoon. Faisla aapka hai."
Call cut ho gayi.
Poore kamre mein sirf ek hi line cheekh rahi thi:
Beta pehle andar jata hai.
Vaishali ne deewar ka sahara liya. Uske blouse ke hooks peeth pe kas kar khinch gaye. Saans itni bhaari ho gayi jaise chhati pe pahaad rakh diya gaya ho. Usne Arjun ki taraf dekha — yeh wahi 23 saal ka beta tha jisne uski tasveer ko crop kiya tha, bio likhi thi, dahej ki line banayi thi, aur har baat pe 'Chill Ma' bolta tha. Uske andar gusse ki aag bhadki, par us gusse ke aage uski mamta aur jail ka khauf kahin zyada bada tha. Woh chahe kitni bhi gussa ho, apne jigar ke tukde ko security officer ke dande khate aur hawalaat mein sadte nahi dekh sakti thi.
Arjun ne ghutne tek diye, uski aawaz rone jaisi ho gayi, "Ma... hum phass gaye hain. Uncle sach mein lawyer hai, woh sach bol raha hai. Sirf do din ki baat hai Ma... main roz wahan aaunga. Barahwein din subah main Mausi ko lekar mandap mein khada milunga. Tu bas wahan do din rasmein sambhal le... register pe koi sign nahi hoga, phero se pehle hum switch kar lenge... please Ma, mujhe bacha le!"
Ramesh ne dono haath jod diye. Ek kamzor aur majboor baap ki aakhri be-bas bhasha:
"Vaishali... main itne lakh wapas nahi kar sakta. security officer aayi toh hum mooh dikhane laayak nahi rahenge. Do raat ki baat hai... do raat Meera ban ke reh le, hum tujhe wapas nikaal lenge."
Vaishali ne un dono ko upar se neeche tak dekha. Uske honth kaanpe, par jab woh boli, uski aawaz mein ab koi toota hua lafz nahi tha — ek be-reham, thandi aur saaf line thi:
"Main is shaadi ke liye nahi ja rahi hoon. Main us 24 saal ke anjaan ladke ke liye nahi ja rahi hoon. Main sirf isliye ja rahi hoon kyunki agar main nahi gayi, toh mera beta hawalaat ki rotiyan todega. Jo photo tum dono ne bazaar mein bechi thi, uski keemat ab meri raat ban chuki hai. Main do din wahan rahungi. Barahwein din subah agar tum Priya ko lekar mandap mein nahi pahuche, toh mujhse bura koi nahi hoga. Aur sun lo... mera asli mangalsutra aur sindoor yahin shelf pe rahega. Jo wahan jayegi, woh Meera hogi. Aur main wapas aakar apna suhaag yahin pehanungi."
Arjun ne jaldi-jaldi apna sar hila diya. Uske chehre pe achanak jo relief aur aaram aaya, uske peeche wahi sharam aur Vikram ke bungalow ki daulat ka nasha saaf dikh raha tha. Vaishali ne uske chehre ka woh lalach ek pal mein padh liya, par usne ab kuch nahi kaha.
Dopahar ke teen baje ek chhota bag pack hua.
Do simple blouse. Undergarments. Comb. Cold cream. Maroon silk aur sleeveless blouse ka set ek alag thaili mein gaya. Sone ka haar box mein bandha.
Vaishali ne apne gale se purana mangalsutra utara. Kaale moti aur sona haath mein thande lage. Usne use ek safed cotton ke kapde mein lapeta, choti dibbi mein band kiya, aur bedroom ki purani lakdi ki shelf ke bilkul peeche, purani saariyon ke dher ke peeche chhupa diya — jahan Priya ki nazar kabhi na pahuche. Sindoor ki dibbi bhi wahi rakh di.
Bag ke sabse aakhri side pocket mein usne Arjun ke bachpan ki ek chhoti si college wali photo daal li. Woh photo 'Meera' nahi le ja rahi thi. Woh photo ek bebas 'Maa' apne sath le ja rahi thi.
Darwaza khula aur Priya saamne khadi thi. Uski teekhi aankhen Vaishali ke haath ke bag pe jam gayi.
"Tu phir Savita ke yahan ja rahi hai? Itna bada bag lekar? Itne saare kapde?"
Vaishali ne apni aankhon mein bina dare jhooth ko ek poore sentence mein phera:
"Haan. Savita ke ghar shaadi ki prep chal rahi hai, do din wahan rukna padega kapdon ki fitting ke liye. Tu ghar sambhal lena."
Priya ki nazar thaili ke kone se jhankte hue maroon silk ke chamak pe ruki. Usne aage kuch nahi poocha, par uske dimaag ki shaq wali file aur zyada moti ho gayi.
Shaam ke theek sahe-chhe baje cab society ke compound mein aakar ruki.
Landing pe do darwaze the. Right wale flat ka paint poori tarah sookh chuka tha, nameplate abhi bhi anjaani thi. Left wale darwaze se Vaishali bahar nikli — sadharan cotton saree, baal tight clip mein bandhe hue, gala bilkul soona aur nanga, maang mein koi sindoor nahi. Sheeshe ke andar jo 38 saal ki jawan aurat chamki thi, woh us bag ke andar band thi.
Arjun bag uthaye aage chal raha tha. Ramesh lift ka button dabaye khada tha. Koi shadi ki dholak nahi thi, koi vidaai ka geet nahi tha, koi chawal piche nahi phenke gaye. Sirf society ke watchman ki anjaani nazar thi, jo samajh raha tha ki shayad kisi rishtedaar ke yahan koi function hai.
Vaishali ne lift mein ghuste waqt aakhri baar apne ghar ki deewar ko dekha. Us andhere flat ki shelf pe uski asli pehchan, uska 20 saal purana suhaag chhoot chuka tha.
Cab mein baithe waqt Arjun ne aage dekhte hue kaha, "Ma... main tere sath bungalow tak chalunga. Gate pe chhod ke aaunga. Main roz subah phone—"
"Phone woh log le lenge," Vaishali ne uski baat beech mein hi kaat di, uski nazar car ki khidki se bahar bhaagti Bombay ki sadko pe thi. "Tujhe phone nahi karna hai, Arjun. Tujhe bas barahwein din subah Priya ko taiyar karke wahan mandap pe pahunchna hai. Ek second bhi late mat hona."
Arjun ke phone pe Uncle ka message flash hua:
Meera should be here by 7 PM sharp.
Shaam ke saat bajne mein paanch minute baaki the jab cab ek bade lohe ke gate ke samne ruki.
Gate khula. Andar safed marble ka aangan, lawn, aur do badi luxury gaadiyan khadi thi. Vikram ke do-manzila bungalow ki lights itni tez thi ki unke Dadar wale 2BHK flat ki zindagi achanak bohot andheri aur gareeb lagne lagi.
Vaishali ne bag ko apni god mein kas ke pakad liya. Uske dimaag mein tezi se hisaab dauda — Barahwan din... Priya ka maroon joda... shelf pe chhoota hua mangalsutra... aur beta jo jail se bach gaya.
Car ka darwaza khula.
Bungalow ki stairs se nikal kar ek jawan mard neeche utra — fit dark shirt, chhati pe buttons pe khichav, haath mein mehangi ghadi, aur wahi gandi, bhookhi mardana nazar jo uski photo ke din se lekar aaj tak Vaishali ke jism ke ubhaar ko naap rahi thi. Vikram.
Vaishali ne ek aakhri kaanpti hui saans li aur car se apna paon zameen pe rakha.
Andar haldi kal subah hone wali thi.
Andar uska phone kal chhinne wala tha.
Andar uske hisaab se switch ka plan abhi bhi zinda tha.
Par baahar... Dadar ke us purane flat ki andheri shelf pe, ek Ma ka suhaag chupchap laash ki tarah soya hua tha.


Cab unke Dadar wale chawl-jaise complex se nikal kar Bandra-Khar ke us posh pocket mein ghusi jahan sadkein achanak chaudi, shaant, aur pedon ki chhaon se thandi ho jaati thi.

Dadar wali society ki tooti hui lohe ki railing aur paan ke laal thook se sani hui narrow seedhiyan yahan door-door tak nahi thi. Yahan security cabin ke bahar do uniformed guards the. Ek ne visitor register khola, car ka number likha, aur doosre ne heavy iron boom barrier ko hydraulic aawaz ke saath utha diya.
Car jaise hi aage badhi, andar ka driveway white Italian marble ki tarah dhoop aur garden lights mein chamak raha tha. Ek side do luxury gaadiyan khadi thi — ek safed Mercedes SUV aur ek lambi black sedan jiske alloy wheels pe chamak thi. Makaan koi aam 2BHK flat nahi tha; ground plus one floor ka ek aalishan modern bungalow tha. Badi glass windows pe heavy dark curtains the, aur neeche ground floor ke modular kitchen se desi ghee ke tadke, mehendi ke tel, aur mehnge room-freshener ki gehri, meethi khushbu driveway tak aa rahi thi. Unke apne ghar ki geeli daal aur khatti deewaron wali ghutan yahan nahi thi.
Vaishali ne apni god mein rakha hua purana kapde ka bag ek inch bhi neeche nahi utaara. Usne pehle car ki khidki se aati hui us ameer hawa ko soongha. Uske gale mein darr ka ek bhaari gola atka hua tha.
Arjun car ki doosri seat pe baitha tha. Car rukte hi uske pair zameen pe baad mein pade, uski bhookhi aankhon ne pehle scan shuru kiya. Badi ceiling, terrace ka wooden deck, entrance pe laga brass ka heavy nameplate — Deshmukh. Arjun ke calculator wale chhotey dimaag ne un saare figures ko jodna shuru kiya jo usne us matrimonial site pe 'Demand' ke box mein type kiye the. 30 lakh cash, jewellery, flat assistance. Woh saare numbers ab screen pe jalti hui lines nahi the; woh daulat ban kar is bungalow ke patthar aur lawn pe khadi thi.
Verandah ki polished stairs pe Vikram khada tha. Fit navy-blue shirt jiske upar ke do buttons khule the, chhati pe gym ka tight ubhaar, haath mein golden dial wali expensive watch, aur baal gel se set kiye hue. Photo mein dikhne wala 24 saal ka ladka ab asli physical size mein samne tha — Arjun se do-teen inch lamba, chauda, aur ek aisi mardana confidence ke saath jo sirf andhi daulat se aati hai.
Vikram ne car rukte hi pehle Arjun ko nahi dekha. Uski bhookhi, cheel jaisi nazar seedhi car ke khulte darwaze pe gayi. Vaishali jab car se baahar aane ke liye aage jhuki, uski nazar seedhi uske cleavage aur pallu ke curve pe giri. Phir usne Arjun ko dekha, aur phir wapas Vaishali pe aa gaya. Woh nazar kisi mehmaan ka swagat karne wali nahi thi; woh kisi khareedi hui keemti cheez ko pehli baar apne aangan mein utarte dekhne ka hisaab thi.
“Aao,” Vikram ne aage badhte hue bhari aawaz mein kaha. “Mummy andar hi wait kar rahi hain.”
Vaishali car se neeche utri. Sadharan cream-brown cotton saree, sleeved blouse jo uske bhaari breasts ke weight ko poori tarah chhupa nahi pa raha tha, baal ek aam clip mein bandhe hue, maathe pe chhoti si bindi, aur nange gale pe sirf ek behad patli, aam gold chain. Maroon silk saree aur sleeveless blouse wali thaili Arjun ke haath mein thi. Vikram ki nazar Vaishali ke us nange, soone gale pe ruki — jahan se mangalsutra hataya gaya tha. Uske honthon pe ek dabi hui, gandi muskaan aayi, jaise woh soch raha ho ki yeh khaali gala kal uske haathon se bhara jaayega.



Andar ka main hall behad vishal tha. Central AC ki halki si thandak room mein phaili hui thi. Italian leather sofa set, deewaron pe expensive oil paintings, aur ek kone mein safed sangmarmar ka mandir jahan peetal ka bada diya jal raha tha. Do house-helps ne aage badhkar unke joote ek side kiye aur slippers aage badha diye.

Vikram ki maa aage aayi. Kaano mein heavy diamond studs, gale mein motiyon ki mala, aur chehre pe wahi meethi par poore control wali muskaan.
“Meera aa gayi! Aur Arjun beta, tum bhi. Bohot accha kiya jo time se pehle hi nikal aaye.” Unhone Vaishali ka haath apne dono naram haathon mein pakad liya, aur ek baar phir use upar se neeche tak naapa — uske nange gale se lekar uski choudi kamar aur bhari hips tak. “Thak gayi hogi safar mein. Pehle thoda sharbat aur paani lo, phir aaram se apna room dekh lena.”
Lawyer Uncle bhi drawing room ke ek bade single sofa se uthkar khade hue. Yeh wahi shant, polished aur polite aawaz thi jisne dopahar ko phone call pe Section 420 aur security officer station ka khauf dikhakar is poore ghar ko ghutno pe la diya tha. Par yahan is aalishan hall mein, unki aawaz ekdam aam mehmaan-nawazi wali ban chuki thi.
“Rameshji nahi aaye saath mein?” Uncle ne poocha.
Arjun ne aage aakar thoda jhukte hue kaha, “Papa... Papa thoda society ke kaam se atke the. Woh kal subah seedha Haldi ke time pe pahuchenge.”
Uncle ne ek halka sa nod kiya. Unke dimaag mein saari files, IP records, aur bank slips band thi. Aaj shaam unke liye koi case nahi tha; aaj shaam ek aisi khubsoorat, mature dulhan thi jise unke bhatije ne photo dekhte hi lock kar diya tha.
Drawing room mein pehle se hi kuch ladies rishtedaar baithi hui thi. Ek umar-daraaz bua, ek jawan cousin ladki, aur ek door ki aunty. Unhone Vaishali ke andar aate hi use aise ghoorna shuru kiya jaise mandap se pehle dulhan ki body, uski rangat aur uske chalne-phirne ka live inspection chal raha ho.
“Kitni seedhi aur suljhi hui lagti hai Meera.”
“Chehre pe koi faaltu ka makeup nahi hai, natural wheatish glow hai.”
“38 ki toh lagti hi nahi, sach mein. 30-32 se zyada nahi dikhti.”
“Vikram ne aise hi thodi photo dekhte hi haan kar diya tha!”
Har ek sentence us 42 saal ki maa ke kaano pe kisi pathhar ki tarah gir raha tha. Un logon ke liye yeh ek aisi sharmili, unmarried aurat thi jo apne bhai ke ghar se nayi shadi ke liye aayi thi. Unke liye yeh 'Meera' thi. Vaishali ne dono haath jodkar dheere se “namaskar” kiya, aankhen sharm aur darr se zameen pe tiki hui. Usne pallu ko dono haathon se kas ke pakad rakha tha, par jab woh saans le rahi thi, uske dono heavy, rasile breasts cotton blouse ke fabric ko stretch kar rahe the. Left collarbone ka woh gehra til blouse ke gale ke kinare dhoop-chhaon ki tarah chamak raha tha. Is naye, ameer kamre mein woh til pehle se kahin zyada nanga aur sensual dikh raha tha.
Cousin ladki ne aage badhkar Vaishali ke haath se bag lene ki koshish ki, “Bhabhi, yeh bag mujhe de dijiye. Main guest room mein rakh aati hoon, wahi room aapka hai kal tak.”
Vaishali ka pehla instinct tha ki bag ko jhatak kar peeche kar le — kyunki us bag ke andar Arjun ke bachpan ki wahi college wali photo chhupi thi. Par usne apne haath dheele chhod diye. Is bheed mein bag ke liye jhagadna hazaaron sawaal khade kar deta.
Vikram ki maa ne meethi aawaz mein kaha, “Meera, aaj raat bas halka khana aur thoda aaram. Kal subah se Haldi ki rasmein shuru hongi. Aur haan beta, tumhara phone hum abhi le rahe hain taaki muhurat aur pooja ki shanti mein koi disturb na kare. Pandit ji ka sakht niyam hota hai. Tension bilkul mat lena.”
Vaishali ne darr kar achanak Arjun ki taraf dekha. Par Arjun uski taraf nahi dekh raha tha. Woh deewar pe lagi mehangi Italian oil painting aur corner ke bar-cabinet ko dekh raha tha. Uske chehre pe darr aur lalach dono ek saath chipke hue the.
Help ne fine bone-china cups mein garam chai aur dry-fruits laaye. Dadar ke unke purane steel ke glasses yahan nahi the. Vaishali ko yahan serve karne nahi diya gaya; yahan unhone dulhan ko sofa ke beech bitha kar ek rani ki tarah dikhaya. Woh sofa ke bilkul edge pe baithi thi, cup uske kaanpte hue haathon mein halka sa chhanak raha tha.
Vikram uske theek samne nahi baitha; woh bilkul side wale single sofa pe baith gaya, taaki uski nazar seedhi Vaishali ke jism aur uske thar-tharate hue seene pe pad sake.
Woh nazar lagataar apna kaam kar rahi thi. Vikram ki bhookhi aankhen Vaishali ke nange gale ke curve, uske cotton blouse ke andar qaid bhaari stanon, aur uske gore, bhare hue rasile honthon pe fisal rahi thi. Living room ke beech mein, sabke saamne baithe hone ke bawajood Vikram ke jism ke andar wahi gandi aag daud rahi thi jo photo zoom karte waqt jaagi thi. Usne apna ek pair doosre ghutne pe chadhaya taaki apni pant ka achanak badhta hua tanav aur khichav chhupa sake. Chehre pe usne ek polite muskaan banaye rakhi, par andar se woh poori tarah utawla ho chuka tha.
Vaishali ne cup table pe rakh diya. Usne man hi man ghadi gini — Barahwan din... Dadar wali purani shelf... aur yeh 24 saal ka ladka jo umar mein uske apne bete Arjun se do-teen saal hi bada hai.
Mummy ne cousin ko ishara kiya, “Beta, Meera ko unka room dikha do. Thoda fresh ho lein.”
Main hall se nikal kar left side mein ek lamba, dimly-lit corridor jata tha. Wahan se guest room ka rasta tha. Guest room ka darwaza khula toh andar ka nazara kisi luxury five-star hotel jaisa tha — bada king-size bed, dim warm lights, AC ki soft cooling, attached bathroom aur badi sliding window. Cousin ne maroon thaili wardrobe mein rakhi, muskura kar all the best bola aur baahar chali gayi.
Sirf do second beete the.
Vaishali abhi bed ke paas khadi hokar apni saans theek kar hi rahi thi ki piche se corridor ki light halki si cut hui.
Vikram bina kisi aahat ke andar aa gaya tha, jaise bas aam paani lene nikla ho. Hall ki bheed aur aawazein peeche door chhoot chuki thi. Usne aate hi room ka darwaza poora nahi, par aadh-khula chhod kar khud ko seedha frame ke beech khada kar liya.
Koi doori nahi bachi thi.
Vikram seedha uske itna kareeb aa gaya ki uske body-spray ki mehak Vaishali ki saanson mein bhar gayi. Uski chhati Vaishali ke kandhe se bas do inch door thi. Uski nazar pehle Vaishali ke soone gale pe, phir blouse ke bhaari gher pe, aur aakhir mein us collarbone ke til pe aakar chimat gayi.
Usne itni dheemi aur gandi phusphusahat mein kaha ki aawaz sirf Vaishali ke kaan ke parde ko chhoo sake:
“Shaam ko milte hain... Akele mein. Short time ke liye.”
Vaishali ka poora jism ek pal mein pathar ban gaya. Uske haath bag ke handle pe kas gaye. Yeh ladka kisi shadi ki rasam ka intezar nahi kar raha tha; yeh us jism ko pehle hi din apne bed pe lene ke liye bechain tha.
Vaishali ne darr aur sharm ko daba kar, ek thandi aur poori line mein kaha:
“Aisa kuch nahi hone wala. Main yahan sirf rasmon ke liye aayi hoon. Kal Haldi hai humari.”
Vikram ke honthon pe ek be-sharm, mardana muskaan phail gayi. Uske chehre pe zara si bhi jhijhak ya sharm nahi thi.
“Rasmon ke liye hi toh bol raha hoon... Shaam ko milte hain.”
Peeche corridor se cousin ke pairon ki aahat aayi, aur Vikram achanak do kadam peeche hua. Usne haath mein rakha paani ka glass aise ghumaya jaise woh bas paani peene wahan aaya tha, aur seedha hall ki taraf nikal gaya.
Vaishali ne jhatke se guest room ka darwaza band kiya aur kundi laga di. AC ki thandi hawa uski paseene se bheegi peeth pe lagi toh woh kaanp uthi. Usne jaldi se bag khola, Arjun ki bachpan wali photo nikaali aur use bed ke pillow ke theek neeche daba diya. Uske haath thar-thar kaanp rahe the.
Shaam dhal chuki thi. Bungalow ke peechhe wale passage aur balcony area mein halka andhera utar aaya tha.
Vaishali bathroom se fresh hokar, apna munh thande paani se dhokar nikal rahi thi. Hall mein mehmaanon ka shor tha, kitchen mein bartano ki aawaz thi. Woh passage se hokar apne room ki taraf tezi se badh rahi thi taaki kisi ki nazar mein na aaye.
Tabhi ek andhere kone se achanak do mazboot haathon ne use peeche se daboch liya.
Vaishali ke munh se ek cheekh nikalne hi wali thi ki ek chauda, garam haath uske munh pe rakh diya gaya. Uska jism ek jhatke mein kisi ki pathar jaisi chhati se chipak gaya.
Vikram tha.
Uski shirt ke upar ke buttons abhi bhi khule the. Usne Vaishali ko peeche se poori tarah apni bahon mein jakad rakha tha. Uske dono chaude haath Vaishali ki patli, gori kamar pe the — blouse aur saree ke beech ka nanga hissa Vikram ki garam ungliyon ke neeche dab raha tha. Uski chhati Vaishali ki peeth aur uske baalon se ragad kha rahi thi.
Par sabse khaufnak aur ganda ehsaas woh tha jo Vaishali ko apni hips ke theek peeche mehsoos hua.
Vikram ki pant ke andar ka bhaari, lohe jaisa sakht ling poore tanaav ke saath Vaishali ki choudi hips aur uske soft peticote ke curve pe aakar zor se dab raha tha. Uski mardangi ki aag itni tez thi ki Vaishali ke kapdon ke paar se bhi woh sakhti uski gaand ke beech ki line pe mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Vaishali ka dam ghutne laga. Sharm, gussa aur ghin ek saath uske seene mein phat padi. Usne apne dono kohniyon se Vikram ko peeche dhakelne ki poori koshish ki, par 24 saal ke gym wale jawan ladke ke samne ek 42 saal ki aurat ki taqat kuch bhi nahi thi.



Usne munh se Vikram ka haath jhatakte hue, dabi hui aur thar-tharati aawaz mein kaha:

“Yeh... yeh aap kya kar rahe hain? Chhodiye mujhe! Abhi toh humari theek se pehchan bhi nahi hui hai... shadi tak toh sharm kijiye!”
Vikram uske jhatakne se ruka nahi; balki usne apni kamar ko aadha inch aur aage dhasate hue apna sakht ling Vaishali ke hips pe aur gehraai se daba diya. Uski garam saansein seedhi Vaishali ke kaan ke neeche, uski gori nangi gardan pe pad rahi thi.
“Pehchan hi toh bana raha hoon, Meera...” Vikram ki aawaz mein gandi bhookh thi, usne ek haath kamar se sarakakar Vaishali ke blouse ke side curve pe rakh diya, jahan uske heavy bust ka ubhaar tha. “Photo dekhi thi tab se yeh neeche chain se nahi baitha hai. Tumhara yeh bhara hua jism dekh kar kaun mard ruk sakta hai? Ek baar chhoo lene do... kal waise bhi meri biwi banne wali ho.”
“Chhodiye!” Vaishali ne is baar poori taqat se uske pair pe apna pair maara aur khud ko jhatak kar alag kiya.
Uski saans phool rahi thi, cotton saree ka pallu kandhe se phisal kar neeche latak gaya tha, aur blouse ke andar uski bhari chhati tezi se upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Collarbone ka til paseene se chamak raha tha. Uski aankhon mein rona aur darr saaf tha.
Vikram peeche hata, par uske chehre pe koi dar ya pachtawa nahi tha. Usne bas apni pant ke ubhaar ko ek baar haath se theek kiya, ek gandi muskaan ke saath Vaishali ke seene ko ghoora, aur bina kuch bole wahan se andhere mein nikal gaya.
Vaishali bhaagte hue apne guest room mein aayi aur darwaza andar se band karke zameen pe baith gayi. Uske poore jism pe abhi bhi us ladke ki mardangi ki woh sakht garmahat mehsoos ho rahi thi. Uski hips kaanp rahi thi.
Usne taanv mein aakar room mein rakha purana landline uthaya. Darrte hue usne Arjun ka number dial kiya.
Teen ring ke baad Arjun ne phone uthaya, “Hello?”
Vaishali ki aawaz rone jaisi ho gayi, woh phusphusate hue chillayi:
“Arjun! Tu mujhe yahan se abhi nikaal! Sun raha hai tu? Main ek pal yahan nahi ruk sakti! Woh ladka... woh bilkul sahi nahi hai, Arjun! Usne abhi mere saath... tu mujhe le ja yahan se, warna sab barbaad ho jaayega!”
Phone ke doosri taraf se Arjun ki aawaz aayi, thodi hichkichati hui, “Ma... Ma, shaant ho na. Kya hua? Kisine kuch bola kya?”
“Woh ladka... usne mujhe peeche se pakad liya tha! Uska dimaag kharab hai Arjun, woh mujhe shadi se pehle hi chhoone ki koshish kar raha hai! Tu gaadi lekar aa aur mujhe le chal!”
Arjun phone pe do second ke liye chup raha. Phir uski aawaz aayi — wahi kamzor, laachar aur lalach mein dabi hui:
“Ma... tu samajh na, abhi Uncle ghar pe hain. Agar main abhi wahan aaya aur tamasha hua, toh Uncle seedha security officer ko call kar denge. Hamara poora plan khatam ho jaayega. Sirf kal ka din baaki hai Ma... parson subah main Mausi ko lekar mandap mein khada rahunga. Tu bas apna kamra andar se band rakh, kisi ke samne akeli mat ja. Please Ma... sirf kal ka din jhel le mere liye!”
“Arjun, tu samajh kyun nahi raha—”
“Ma, main line kaat raha hoon, Papa bula rahe hain. Tu darwaza band rakh!”
Click. Line cut ho gayi.
Vaishali ne receiver ko haath mein pakde hue dekha. Uske apne bete ne use usi bhediye ke aage chhod diya tha. Usne receiver patka aur bed ke kone pe baith kar rone lagi.
Raat ke khane pe dining table saja. Bada sa spread tha — mehnge dry-fruits ka pulao, mutton ka saalan, paneer, aur dher saari sweets. Vaishali ko zabardasti bahar laya gaya. Usne sirf do niwale gale se utaare. Arjun ne plate mein dher saara meat aur pulao liya jo unke ghar mein mahino mein ek baar banta tha. Uncle table pe business aur real-estate ki baatein kar rahe the.
Vikram table ke doosre kone pe baitha tha. Khana khate waqt uski aankhein ek baar bhi Vaishali ke jism se nahi hati. Har baar jab Vaishali paani ka gilaas uthati, Vikram use aise dekhta jaise woh shaam wali baat yaad dila raha ho.
Khana khatam hote hi Vikram ne aage badhkar Arjun ke kandhe pe haath rakha, “Arjun bhai... thoda upar terrace pe chalte hain. Hawa khate hain, do minute baat karte hain.”
Arjun ne foran haan keh diya. Vaishali ne door se Arjun ki aankhon mein dekha — uski aankhein cheekh rahi thi: Mat ja uske saath! Mujhe yahan se leke chal! Par Arjun ne ek baar bhi apni maa ki taraf mudkar nahi dekha.
Mummy aayi aur Vaishali ko pakad kar room ki taraf le gayi, “Chalo Meera, rest karo beta. Kal subah che baje beautician aa jaayegi. Aur haan, yeh phone yahan side table pe rakh do, pandit ji muhurat ki list verify karenge.”
Vaishali ne apna phone table pe chhod diya. Vikram ki maa ne use itne aaram se utha liya jaise koi chori na ho, bas ek rivaaj ho. Par Vaishali jaanti thi ki yeh aakhri rassi thi jo ab kaat di gayi thi.
Bungalow ki terrace pe hawa thandi thi. Mumbai ki lights neeche chamak rahi thi. Table pe ek mehngi single-malt scotch whiskey ki bottle rakhi thi, aur do crystal glasses the.
Arjun ne pehla ghoont bina kisi hichkichahat ke andar utara. Uski aadat nahi thi aisi mehngi drink ki, par is aalishan terrace pe khade hokar na bolna uski aukaat ke baahar tha.
Vikram railing pe aakar khada hua, haath mein glass ghumate hue. Uski shirt ka gala khula tha.
“Bohot tension mein dikh raha hai tu, Arjun?”
Arjun ne glass ko thoda ghumaya, “Nahi... bas ghar mein achanak sab itna jaldi ho raha hai toh thoda ajeeb lagta hai.”
Vikram ek zordar hasi hasa. Usne aage badhkar apna bhaari, chauda haath Arjun ke kandhe pe rakh diya. Woh haath kisi dost ka nahi tha; woh ek maalik ka haath tha jo apne ghulam ke kandhe pe rakha jata hai.
“Tension mat le mere bhai! Tumhari bua ab meri biwi banne wali hai. Aur tu ab se mera saga chhota bhai hai. Tujhe jo bhi chahiye ho aage — naye kapde, branded watch, ghoomna-phirna, kaam-dhandha ya paisa... bas ek baar bolna. Main sab arrange karwa dunga.”
Arjun ke kaano mein woh do shabdh kisi tezaab ki tarah ek saath daud gaye:
Tumhari Bua... Meri Biwi.
Neeche usi bungalow ke ek band kamre mein uski apni saga maa, jisne use janam diya tha, bina phone ke bebas baithi thi. Aur yahan terrace pe yeh 24 saal ka ameer ladka uski maa ko 'bua' bolkar use apni biwi ghoshit kar raha tha, aur Arjun ko apna 'bhai'.
Scotch ka garam ghoont Arjun ke gale se neeche utra. Greed aur lalach ne uski aatma pe parda daal diya — driveway pe khadi Mercedes, Bandra ka bungla, 30 lakh ka token, aur baju wala flat. Uski aatma mein ek ulti jaisi ghin aayi, par usne us ghin ko whiskey ke saath nigal liya.
Uske munh se ek ajeeb si, late aane wali hasi nikli. Ek khokhli, tooti hui hasi. Kitab ki pehli asli cuckson ki aawaz yahi thi — jahan ek beta apni hi maa ka sauda sunkar terrace ki thandi hawa mein has raha tha.
“Haan... theek hai Vikram bhai.”
Vikram ne apna glass Arjun ke glass se takraya. Chhan ki aawaz aayi.
“Kal Haldi hai. Parson subah tak date finalize ho jaayegi. Tu subah time se aa jana. Bua ko bilkul akela mat samajhna, ab hum hi unki family hain.”
Arjun ne doosra ghoont liya, uski aawaz thodi ladkhadayi, “Main subah aaunga... aur barahwein din hum unhe proper lene aayenge.”
Vikram ko us “proper” ka asli matlab samajh nahi aaya. Usne bas ek bhatije ka aadar samjha.
“Haan haan, jo marzi bol. Waise tere liye main ek achhi job bhi nikaal sakta hoon apne dost ke firm mein. Dekhte hain shaadi ke baad.”
Arjun ke dimaag mein woh 'Job' ka shabd aakar chipak gaya. Aur usi job ke theek peechhe uski maa ka woh roota hua chehra bhi dhab gaya. Dono ek hi crystal glass ke andar ghoom rahe the.
Neeche guest room mein Vaishali darwaze ke paas khadi hokar ghadi ke second gin rahi thi. Aakhirkar Arjun neeche aaya. Darwaze pe halki si dastak hui.
Vaishali ne darwaza khola. Arjun ke munh se whiskey ki mehak aa rahi thi, aankhen thodi laal aur bhaari thi.
Vaishali ne aage badhkar uski shirt pakad li, aawaz dabi hui par kaanpti hui:
“Phone le liya unhone mera... Arjun, tu kal subah jaldi aana. Aur barahwein din subah ek second bhi late mat hona! Mausi ko tayyar karke mandap mein khada karna!”
Arjun ne bas apna sar hila diya, uski nazar jhuki hui thi.
“Main nikaalunga tujhe, Ma. Bas do din... do din manage kar le.”
Yahi woh line thi jo aage chal kar hafto aur mahino ki line banne wali thi. Par aaj yeh sirf do din ka jhootha wada thi.
Arjun wahan se nikal gaya. Iron gate band hua. Cab aayi aur woh Dadar ki taraf chala gaya.
Vaishali corridor se thoda baahar aayi. Hall mein Vikram table pe glass rakh raha tha. Usne mudkar Vaishali ki taraf dekha. Dono ki nazrein takrayi. Shaam wali woh gandi phusphusahat aur uski hips pe dabta hua woh sakht jism abhi bhi Vaishali ki chamdi mein aag laga raha tha.
Vikram ki maa ne peeche se aakar aahiste se kaha, “So jao Meera beta. Kal subah chhe baje beautician aa jaayegi Haldi ke liye.”
Vaishali wapas room mein aayi. Darwaza andar se lock kiya. Khidki pe lohe ki jaali thi. Pillow ke neeche Arjun ki photo thi.
Usne socha — Mera beta sharaab peekar chala gaya.
Usne socha — Is ghar mein ab mujhe bua aur dulhan bana diya gaya hai.
Usne socha — Sirf barahwan din baaki hai.
Is raat Vikram ne dobara guest room ka darwaza nahi khatkhataya. Sham ka woh ganda touch aur phusphusahat apna kaam kar chuki thi. Asli jism ke liye uske paas kal ki Haldi, kal raat ke phere, aur baju wale flat ki deewar baaki thi.
Bahar safed marble dhoop aur light mein chamak rahi thi.
Andar ek 42 saal ki maa soyi — bina phone ke, bag ke paas, apne dimaag mein us switch ke jhooth ko zinda maanti hui.
Aur udhar Dadar ke flat mein Arjun ne Priya ke kamre ka darwaza dekha aur socha ki kal subah us aurat ko ek naya jhooth bolkar dulhan ka joda pakdana hai.
Us naye jhooth ka chapter agla tha.


Next day.

Dadar ke flat mein jab Arjun pahuche, tab raat ke do baj rahe the.
Ramesh hall mein bina aawaz ke TV khole baitha tha. Priya ka darwaza band tha.
Arjun ne joota utara aur seedha bola, “Maa theek hai, guest room mein hai. Subah Haldi hai. Humein abhi Mausi se baat karni hogi, warna kal subah der ho jaayegi.”
Ramesh ne darte hue Priya ka darwaza khatkhataaya.
Priya ne nightie mein darwaza khola. Chehre pe roz wali chidh thi. “Itni raat ko kya hai? Aur bhabhi kahan hai?”
Arjun seedha andar gaya. Uske haath mein maroon silk saree, matching blouse piece aur gehne ka wahi bag tha jo unhone switch ke liye alag rakha tha. Usne bag Priya ki god mein rakh diya.
“Mausi, shant ho kar suno. Humne tumhare liye rishta pakka kar diya hai. 24 saal ka ameer ladka hai, Vikram naam hai. Andheri mein bada bungalow aur gaadiyan hain.”
Priya ne hairani se bag aur phir Arjun ko dekha. “24 saal? Dimaag kharab hai tera? Meri umar 43 hai!”
“Wahi toh baat hai,” Arjun ne foran jhooth joda. “Pandit ne uski kundli mein bhaari dosh bataya hai. Chhoti ladki se shadi ki toh uski jaan ko khatra hai. Pandit ne saaf bola hai ki 30-plus, mature aurat hi chahiye. Unhone tumhari photo dekh kar haan bol diya hai.”
Priya ki aankhon mein saalon ki bhookh jag uthi. Umar 43, aur samne 24 saal ka ameer ladka. Uski vanity ko is dosh wali baat ne ek pal mein jeet liya.
“Photo dekh kar haan bola? Sach mein?”
Ramesh ne dheere se kaha, “Haan Priya, baat pakki hai.”
Arjun ne aage ka plan samjhaya: “Parson subah nau baje hum wahan chalenge. Tum normal kapdon mein chalogi aur yeh bag sath rakhogi. Wahan guest room mein change karke mandap mein aana hai. Zyada bheed nahi hai, bas shaanti se shadi hogi. Bhabhi wahan pehle se tayyari dekh rahi hai, isliye wahan ruki hai.”
Priya ne silk ki saree ko haath lagaya. Zari ki chamak dekh kar uske chehre pe saalon baad ek asli muskaan aayi. Property ka jhagda aur hisse ki ladai ek jhatke mein bhool gayi.
“Vikram naam hai na?” Usne aaine mein khud ko dekha. “Main parson subah theek nau baje ready rahungi.”
Bahar hall mein aakar Ramesh ne darwaza band kiya. “Maan gayi woh.”
Arjun ne sink pe thande paani se munh dhoya. “Parson Mausi maroon pehan kar mandap mein baithegi, aur Maa chupchap wapas aa jaayegi. Uncle ko kuch pata nahi chalega.”
Kamre ke andar Priya ne saree pillow ke paas rakhi aur naye ameer ghar ke sapne dekhne lagi.
Doosri taraf, bungalow ke guest room mein Vaishali bina phone ke leti thi, pillow ke neeche Arjun ki photo chhupaye, isi aas mein ki parson subah uska beta swap karwake use yahan se nikaal lega.
Teeno ke dimaag mein alag-alag sach tha. Aur Day 12 ki subah aane mein ab bas thoda sa waqt baaki tha.

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Subah ke che bajne mein abhi das minute baaki the jab guest room ke bhaari lakdi ke darwaze par do halki, par authoritative dastakein hui.

Vaishali ne jhatke se karwat li. Uski neend waisi hi adhoori aur thaki hui thi jaise kisi kaidi ki subah hoti hai. Usne bistar se uth kar darwaza khola toh frame ke beech do professional beauticians khadi thi—unke kandhon par cosmetic vanity cases the—aur unke theek peeche Vikram ki maa khadi thi. Guest room ki centralized AC ki thandi hawa corridor ki garam hawa se takrayi. Vikram ki maa ke chehre par wahi sadi hui, meethi aur be-reham parivarik muskaan thi.
“Lambi subah hai aaj, Meera,” unhone andar aate hue kaha, unki nazar Vaishali ke nange gale aur bistar ki silwaton par ek second ke liye ruki. “Pehle body aur face ki deep cleaning aur bleach, phir makeup, phir haldi. Kapde aur baaki rasmein baad mein.”
Vaishali ne chupchap darwaza chhod diya. Usne mudte waqt pillow ke kone ko dekha—uske neeche Arjun ki wahi college wali purani photo abhi bhi safe thi. Uske haath mein mobile nahi tha; communication ka har zariya pichli shaam hi chheena ja chuka tha. Khidki ki lohe ki jaali ke paar lawn mein parked Mercedes ki safed roof par subah ki kachi dhoop phail rahi thi. Usne apne seene ke andar ek hi line ko kisi gehre mantr ki tarah dohraya: Barahwan din kal hai. Kal subah Arjun Mausi ko lekar aayega. Sirf aaj ka din.
Beautician ne aate hi bag khola. Pehle ek bada white towel Vaishali ke kandhon par daala gaya. Ek ladki ne uske lambe, jet-black wavy baalon ko crown par utha kar ek bade clip se baandh diya.
Baal upar hotey hi Vaishali ka poora gala, uski peeth ka upper curve aur kandhe bilkul nange ho gaye. Gale mein wahi sadharan, patli gold chain thi jisme koi locket nahi tha. Left collarbone ka woh gehra kaala til peeli bulb-light mein bilkul akele ubhar aaya.
“Blouse ke straps thode neeche kijiye, aunty—sorry, Meera ji,” chhoti beautician ne kaha. “Neckline aur collarbone tak clear coverage chahiye. Haldi ke baad tan aur dead skin camera mein saaf dikhti hai.”
Vaishali ne ek second ke liye jhijhakte hue apne dono haath uthaye. Usne apne purane cotton blouse ke sleeveless straps ko kandhon se thoda neeche khiskaye. Uske aage jhukte hi uske dono heavy, rasile breasts ka upper slope aur unki gehri cleavage khul kar samne aa gayi. Usne darr kar towel ko apne seene par kheenchna chaha, par doosri beautician ne towel ko pakad kar thoda neeche press kar diya.
“Sharmayein mat, ab toh shaadi hai aapki. Neck aur upper bust ka glow sabse zaroori hota hai, blouse wahan se kaafi deep cut hai.”
Bleach cream ka dabba khula. Uski teekhi, chemical ammonia wali smell se Vaishali ki naak mein jalan hui. Spatula se thandi, jhaagdaar cream uski wheatish skin par thopna shuru kiya gaya—pehle gaalon par, phir upper lip aur forehead par, aur phir lambe strokes ke saath uski gori gardan, collarbone aur us nange til ke upar. Cream jaise hi uske seene ke ubhaar tak gayi, uski thandak ke peeche ek teekhi jalan chhidak gayi.
Ghar ki aam dhoop aur rasoi ke dhuyein se bana hua uska natural, gehra wheatish rang in logon ke liye koi sundarta nahi tha; unke liye woh ek daag tha jise camera ke liye mitana zaroori tha. Cream lagate waqt beautician ke haath Vaishali ke bhare hue stanon ke kinaron ko touch kar rahe the, unke weight aur bounce ko mehsus karte hue.
“Skin mature hai, par firmness bohot achhi hai,” ek ne doosri se dheere se kaha. “Cream ka double activator lagega, tabhi 35-38 wala tone aayega.”
Jalan badhti gayi. Vaishali ki badi, kaali aankhon ke kinaron se paani nikal kar uske gaalon par pighli cream mein mil gaya. Unhone table-fan uske chehre ki taraf ghuma diya. Das minute. Pandra minute.
Jab geele sponge se pehli layer saaf ki gayi aur paani se munh dhulwaya gaya, toh sheeshe ke samne aate hi Vaishali ki saans atak gayi.
Uska asli, gharwali wheatish rang neeche dab chuka tha. Uski skin par ek ajeeb, gori aur galat-si paleness thop di gayi thi—jaise kisi 28 saal ki ladki ka rang kisi 42 saal ki bhari-poori aurat ke haddiyon aur maans par chipka diya gaya ho. Lekin us rang ke bawajood, uske honth wahi full aur bhare hue the. Aankhen wahi gehri aur thaki hui thi. Collarbone ka til us naye gore chamde par aur zyada kaala, aur zyada nanga chamak raha tha.
Usne sheeshe mein apni aankhon mein dekhte hue man hi man kaha: Yeh mera rang nahi hai. Yeh Meera ka rang hai. Kal subah yeh sab dho dungi.
Vikram ki maa ne peeche khade hokar critical nazar se uske chehre ko dekha. “Uth gaya rang. Vikram ko mature aurat chahiye, par thaki hui aur be-rang nahi. Ab jaldi se base lagao, niche pandit ji aane wale hain.”





Makeup ka base bhaari tha. Heavy foundation, primer, aur contouring. Concealer ko collarbone ke til ke chaaron taraf lagaya gaya, par us til ko chhupaya nahi gaya—beautician ne kaha, “Yeh til aapki USP hai, Vikram sir ne specifically notice kiya hoga.” Badi aankhon mein kohl ka gehra kajal, eyelids par halka golden shimmer, aur honthon par ek soft rose-red shade jo kisi ghar ki maa ka nahi, balki ek nayi-nayi sajti hui sharmili dulhan ka lagta tha.

Uske baalon ka clip khol diya gaya. Thoda sa shine-serum laga kar un lambi, jet-black wavy zulfon ko uski gori, bleach ki hui peeth par khula chhod diya gaya. Kaan ke paas do-teen safed baal the jinhe unhone chhupane ke bajaye side mein tuck kar diya—“Natural maturity achhi lagti hai, artificial nahi.”
Kapda pehli baar haldi wala samne aaya: ek peele aur halke hare rang ki cotton-silk saree, aur uske saath match karta hua sleeveless blouse jiska gala kaafi khula tha taaki rasm ke dauran haldi aasaani se lag sake.
Vaishali ne bathroom ke andar jaakar woh kapda pehna.
Naya blouse uske bhari, rasile breasts par itna tight baitha ki unka aadha ubhaar aur beech ki lambi cleavage bilkul nangi reh gayi. Saree ki peti uski choudi kamar aur soft pet ke curve par aakar kas gayi. Wide hips ke charon taraf peele kapde ki silwatein uske sharir ke har ek jism-faroshi curve ko highlight kar rahi thi.
Jab woh bahar aayi, toh sheeshe ke samne khadi aurat Dadar ke us 2BHK flat ki Vaishali bilkul nahi lag rahi thi. Woh 100% woh 'Meera' lag rahi thi jis par kisi bhi ameer mard ki rukaawat lazmi thi. 42 saal ki umar ka sach makeup, bleach aur is bare-cut blouse ke neeche poori tarah dafan ho chuka tha.
“Mandap neeche garden side ready hai,” beautician ne uske pallu ko kandhe par ek pin se set karte hue kaha, jisse uski gori armpit aur chhati ka side view aur zyada expose ho gaya. “Camera wale bhi aa gaye hain.”
Vaishali ne apne kaanpte hue haathon se pallu ko aage kheencha. Pairon mein koi payal nahi thi, bas simple flat slippers. Haath abhi khali the kyunki mehendi shaam ko honi thi. Woh guest room ke darwaze se bahar nikli.
Corridor bohot lamba lag raha tha. Har ek kadam par uske heavy bust ka wazan uski tezi se chalti saanson ke saath upar-neeche hil raha tha. Paas wale kamre se relatives ki aawazein aayi—“Meera tayyar ho gayi kya?”
Ek jawan cousin ladki ne aakar uska haath thama aur dabi hui hasi ke saath boli, “Bhabhi, sach mein kitni khubsoorat lag rahi hain aap! Itni shy look... Vikram bhaiyya toh dekhte hi flat ho jayenge.”
Khubsoorat. Shy. Nayi bahu.
Yeh shabd us 42 saal ki maa ke seene ke andar aari ki tarah chal rahe the. Par usne bas apni palkein neeche jhukaye rakhi.
Corridor se stairs. Stairs se neeche ka main hall jahan dhoop aur agarbatti ki mehak thi. Aur phir peeche ka open private lawn.
Lawn ke beech mein kile ke patte, gende ke taaza peele phool, aur beech mein ek choti si shisham ki lakdi ki chowki rakhi thi. Paas mein haldi aur chandan ke kaanse ke do bade bowl the. Do professional photographers bade lenses ke saath angle set kar rahe the. Yeh koi bada public mandap nahi tha; yeh unka tight, rich family circle tha.
Vaishali ki aankhein poore lawn mein ghoom gayi. Wahan Arjun nahi tha. Ramesh nahi tha. Uska apna khoon wahan koi nahi tha. Swap kal subah hona tha, par aaj yeh poora chakravyuh uske akele ke ird-gird ghoom raha tha.
Vikram lawn ke ek kone mein khada tha. Safed chikan ka kurta, chhati ke buttons khule hue, aur wrist par wahi gold watch.
Jaise hi Vaishali ne lawn mein kadam rakha, Vikram ki nazar seedhi uske khule kaale baalon par, uske bleach kiye hue safed nange gale par, aur us peele sleeveless blouse mein qaid bhaari stanon par jaakar jam gayi. Beautician ke banaye us jawan, fresh aur aadhi nangi dulhan wale chehre ne Vikram ki mardana aag ko ek second mein bhadkayi. Uski aankhon mein kal shaam wali wahi bhookh thi, par aaj usme poore parivar ke samne ka haq shamil tha.
Vaishali ne foran apni nazar zameen par daal di aur pallu ko seene par kheencha.
Vikram ki maa ne aage badhkar Vaishali ka kandha pakda aur chowki ki taraf badhaya.
“Chalo Meera, chowki pe baitho. Pehle hum ladies pair aur haath pe lagayenge. Vikram aakhri mein aakar tilak aur rasm poori karega.”
Chowki ke ird-gird gende ke phool bikhre the. Vaishali ne apni saree ko samet-te hue pehla kadam aage badhaya.
Click.
Photographer ke camera ki white flash uske chehre par padi.
Frame ke andar woh naya, galat-pale chehra tha, bhare hue rasile honth the, khule lambe baal the, peele blouse se ubharti hui bhaari chhati thi, collarbone ka woh kaala til tha, aur darr se kaanpti hui jhuki aankhein thi.
Usne chowki par baithne ke liye apne dono ghutne neeche jhukaye.
Haldi ka yeh ganda aur nanga mandap ab poori tarah shuru ho chuka tha.
Cupboard ke andar kal ka maroon joda abhi bhi band tha.
Neeche peele phool the, upar uski ruki hui saansein thi, aur theek samne woh 24 saal ka ladka khada tha jo uske jism ke har ek hisse ko apni aankhon se pehle hi nanga kar chuka tha.




Vaishali chowki par baithi toh peela gende ka phool uske cotton-silk pallu ke sarakte hi neeche dab kar kuchal gaya.

Lawn ke beech auraton ka ek tight, damghotu circle ban gaya. Vikram ki maa, chashme wali bua, do jawan chanchal cousins, aur ek door ki auntie jiske haath mein kaanse ka bhaari bowl tha—peeli haldi, chandan aur sarson ke kachhe tel ki teekhi, mehakti hui paste se bhara hua. Professional camera wala do kadam peeche angle bana raha tha, lens ki gehri kaali aankh seedhi chowki par tiki thi.
Vikram circle ke bahar nahi tha. Woh circle ke theek us opening par khada tha jahan se chowki par baithi dulhan ka khula gala, deep-cut sleeveless blouse ka gher, aur jhuka hua chehra seedhi line mein nazar aaye. Uski nazar kisi dori ki tarah Vaishali ke badan se bandhi hui thi.
Pehle pairon ki baari aayi.
Auntie aage jhuki, thandi-garam peeli paste uske nange gore pairo par lagayi—ungliyon ke poron se shuru hokar, pindi aur ghutne ke theek neeche tak. Paste lagte hi haldi ki kachi tapish Vaishali ki chamdi par phailne lagi. Vaishali ne ghabra kar pallu ko dono ghutno par khencha. Jaise hi uske haath aage jhuke, sleeveless yellow blouse uski chaudi chhati aur bhaari stanon ke wazan se bilkul tight ho gaya. Deep neckline ke kinare dono heavy breasts aage ko dhas gaye, unki madmast cleavage bilkul nangi hokar dhoop mein chamakne lagi.
Beautician ka banaya hua gora, bleached chehra sharm aur ghutan se neeche jhuka hua tha. Lambi jet-black waves aage phisal aayi aur uske bhare hue seene ke dono ubhaaron par aakar bikhar gayi.
Cousin ne aage badh kar Vaishali ke baal dono haathon se uthaye aur kaan ke peeche kiye. Uski gori gardan aur collarbone ka woh kaala til bina kisi parde ke poori dhoop mein nanga ho gaya.
"Itna sharmao mat, Meera bhabhi," cousin ne dheere se chhedte hue kaha. "Haldi mein mukh aur gala poora khilna chahiye, tabhi toh Vikram bhaiyya ki nazar thehrengi."
Phir haathon ki baari aayi.
Gori kalaiyan, naram hathiliyan, aur kohni tak dono baazu. Auraton ne ek-ek haath utha kar haldi malna shuru kiya jaise kisi naye khilone ko parakh rahi hon.
"Skin kitni soft hai."
"Haath dekh kar koi 38 nahi keh sakta, bilkul makhan jaisa badan hai."
Har ek taareef us 42 saal ki maa ke jism par kisi kaante ki tarah chubh rahi thi. Yeh woh roop tha jo kal subah dhul kar wapas 'Maa' banna tha—par in auraton ke haath use har second ek jawan, pyasi dulhan ke saanche mein dhaal rahe the.
Chehre ke liye Vikram ki maa khud aage badhi. Kaanste ke katoray se do ungliyan bhari, aur geeli haldi Vaishali ke bhare hue, rasile nichle honth ke kinare, gaalon par, aur gardan ke slope par pheri. Collarbone ke til ke theek oopar unki ungli thami—til ko saaf chhod diya.
"Ise mat dhakna, yeh Vikram ki pasand hai."
Click. Flash.
Camera ki teez white light ne Vaishali ki aankhon ko chaundhiya diya. Usne halke se hoth kheenche, wahi jhoothi aur thaki hui muskaan jo chaha-pohe wale din use sikhayi gayi thi. Seene ke andar usne ghadi ke kaante gine: Kal subah Arjun aayega... Priya ko maroon saree mein layega... main yahan se azaad hungi.
Mummy ne peechhe mudkar aawaz lagayi, "Vikram. Ab tu aage aa."
Auraton ka circle ek taraf se khul gaya.
Vikram safed chikan ke kurte mein chalkar aage aaya. Kurte ke khule collar se uski gym wali chhati aur mardana garmahat saaf jhalak rahi thi. Haath dho kar saaf kiye hue the, katora uske paas nahi tha—sirf uski do choudi ungliyon par peeli paste lagi thi. Riwaaj ke hisaab se maathe par ek teeka aur gaal par halka sa chhuwana kaafi tha.
Usne aage jhuk kar Vaishali ke maathe par peela tilak lagaya. Phir gaalon par ungli pheri.
Par utna karke woh peeche nahi hata. Uski bhookhi aankhon ne dhoop aur bheed ke beech hi niyat badal di.
Uska daayan haath dheere se neeche aaya, jaise woh saree ka pallu theek karne ka dikhawa kar raha ho. Pallu theek nahi hua—balki uska chauda, garam panja seedha Vaishali ki nangi kamar pe ja baitha. Yellow saree ki peti ke theek oopar, jahan uski soft, fleshy kamar ka curved gher shuru hota hai. Vikram ka angutha gehri taqat ke saath Vaishali ke soft pet ke kinare dhas gaya, blouse ke border aur saree ke beech ke nange maans ko apni mutthi mein dabate hue.
Ek second. Do second.
Camera ke liye yeh bas ek candid romantic pose lag sakta tha, par yeh touch kisi pose se kahin zyada gehra, ganda aur haq jatane wala tha.
Vaishali ki chhati par saans pathar ban kar jam gayi. Uske blouse ke andar qaid heavy breasts Vikram ke itne paas aane se darr ke maare phool gaye. Usne apne honth bilkul dheele kiye bina, daant peeste hue dheemi aawaz mein kaha:
"Haath hatao apna... Sab dekh rahe hain."



Vikram ne haath nahi hataya. Balki uski ungliyon ne us narm kamar ke maans ko halka sa aur squeeze kiya. Woh aage jhuka, itna kareeb ki uski garam, mardana saansein Vaishali ke kaan ke parde aur geeli gardan par aag laga rahi thi. Camera ka mic is aawaz ko nahi pakad sakta tha:

"Kal raat passage mein nikal gayi thi... Aaj din bhar yeh bheed hai. Shaam ko apne kamre mein akele milna. Rukna mat."
Uske baad usne ekdum se apna haath kamar se hataya aur family ke samne ek sanskari muskaan ke saath Vaishali ke baalon par haath phera, jaise koi aashirwad de raha ho.
Relatives ne taaliyan nahi bajayi, par auraton ke beech ek dheemi, rasili hasi phail gayi.
"Dekho toh, abhi se kitna haq jatane laga hai!"
"Jodi bohot khoob jachegi."
Uncle verandah ke frame par khade the, unhone ek sakt, tasalli-bakhsh nod diya.
Vaishali ne kaanpte hue haathon se pallu kheencha aur apni kamar ko chhipaya jahan abhi bhi Vikram ke chaude panje ki garmahat jal rahi thi. Haldi uske gaalon par sookh kar khinch rahi thi. Blouse ke andar uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha jaise haddiyan tod kar bahar aa jaayega. Yeh touch shadi se pehle ka daava tha—ek aisi mardana pakad jo bata rahi thi ki woh use chhodne ke mood mein bilkul nahi tha.
Cousin ne aage badhkar paani ka glass pakdaya. "Itna sharmaogi bhabhi toh pehli raat kaise sambhalogi?"
Vaishali ne paani piya. Glass ke kinare se uski aankhein lawn ke iron gate ki taraf gayi.
Wahan koi Arjun nahi tha. Koi Ramesh nahi tha. Ghadi mein subah ke das baj chuke the. Arjun ne kaha tha woh roz aayega, nazar rakhega. Par driveway soona tha. Usne khud ko jhoothi tasalli di: Kal subah switch hai, shayad Priya ko sambhalne mein laga ho. Kal subah aa jaayega.
Camera band hua. Haldi ke katoray uthaye gaye. Gende ke peele phool zameen par kuckalke bikhre reh gaye.

Garden se andar le jaate waqt Vikram ki maa ne Vaishali ke nange kandhe par haath rakha—chhuwan narm thi, par pakad zanjeer jaisi.

"Ab seedhe kamre mein chalo, Meera. Shaam ko mehendi hai. Phone mere bag mein hi safe rahega. Muhurat ki list check karni hai, pandit ke calls aa rahe hain. Aur dulhan ka shadi se pehle phone pe baat karna hamare yahan shubh nahi maana jaata."
Vaishali corridor ke mod par thithak kar ruk gayi. Usne himmat baandh kar saaf lafzon mein kaha:
"Mera bhatija Arjun aane wala tha... Uska call aaya hoga. Mujhe bas do minute us se baat karni hai."
Mummy ne apna mehanga leather purse thoda aur tight kiya, chehre par wahi polished, feeki muskaan barkarar rakhi.
"Koi zaroori baat hogi toh Arjun mujhse baat kar lega. Tu aaram kar. Bleach aur haldi ke baad aisi thaki hui aankhon ke saath shaam ko camera ke aage baithogi toh achha nahi lagega."
Guest room ka darwaza khula. Centralized AC ki wahi sunsaan thandak. Khidki par lohe ki jaali.
Cousin ne darwaza baahar se kundi laga kar band nahi kiya, par jaate-jaate mummy ne corridor ki taraf aawaz dekar kaha, "Meera ko thodi der akela chhod do, koi andar mat aana. Aur Meera beta, bahar mat ghoomna, haldi ke baad dulhan ka akele nikalna mana hota hai."
Matlab saaf tha: Darwaze par tala nahi tha, par corridor pe pehra tha.
Attached bathroom ke sheeshe ke aage khadi hokar Vaishali ne apna chehra dekha. Haldi ki peeli part sookh chuki thi. Bleach ki galat-pale safedi ke neeche se uska asli gharelu wheatish rang abhi bhi jhaank raha tha. Yellow sleeveless blouse mein uske stan waisi hi bhari ghutan mein qaid the. Kamar ke us hisse par abhi bhi ek ajeeb sa mardana kheenchaav mehsus ho raha tha jahan Vikram ka angutha dhasa tha.
Usne ghabra kar vanity counter ke drawers khole. Koi pen nahi tha. Koi diary nahi thi.
Aakhirkar cosmetic pouch ke sabse neeche ek chhota hotel-branded stub pencil ka tukda mila, jo shayad purane kisi mehmaan ka chhoota hua tha. Usne tissue-box se ek safed tissue paper kheench kar nikala. Kaampte haathon se, sink ke marble slab par rakh kar usne tezi se do lines likhi:
Arjun. Yahan mera phone chheen liya hai. Kal subah bina late kiye time pe aana. Swap mat chhodna, Mausi ko le aana. Main yahin phasi hoon. — M
Usne 'Maa' nahi likha. Usne photo nahi likha. Usne sirf 'M' likha—taaki agar kisi ke haath lag bhi jaaye toh koi pehchan na sake.
Tissue ko chaar paraton mein fold kiya. Blouse ke andar chhati ke beech nahi chhupaya—kyunki is ghar mein uske blouse aur chhati par anjaani nigahein aur haath aasaani se pahunch rahe the. Usne bedroom mein aakar woh tissue paper bed ke pillow ke theek neeche, Arjun ki college wali photo ke barabar daba diya.
Darwaza achanak khula. Cousin andar aayi, haath mein paani ki bottle.
"Yeh lijiye paani. Aur haan, landline ka wire mummy ne nikaal kar rakhwa diya hai, line mein subah se disturbance thi. Waise bhi aapko kisi se baat karne ki zaroorat nahi honi chahiye."
Vaishali ne bottle li. Cousin palat kar chali gayi. Desk ke neeche telephone ka socket khali pada tha—wire pehle se gayab tha.
Usne pillow ke neeche se tissue nikaal kar socha ki kisi tarah chupchap kitchen ya driveway tak jaakar watchman ko de de. Par hall mein aawazein chal rahi thi—uncle ki bhaari kanooni bhasha, Vikram ki mardana hasi, aur auraton ki payal ki chhan-chhan.
Woh wapas bed par aakar baith gayi. Tissue paper ko wapas pillow ke neeche daba diya. Us room se nikalne ka koi safe rasta nahi tha.
Dopahar ka khana ek house-help tray mein lekar aayi. Vaishali ne sirf do chammach chawal nigle; gala sookha hua tha. Khidki ke paar lawn mein helpers safai kar rahe the, peele phoolon ko kudedaan mein phenka ja raha tha jaise uske astitva ko phenka gaya ho.
Shaam ko mehendi wali do ladkiyan aayi. Hari, thandi mehendi ke cone, kapda, aur baithak.
Vaishali ne dono haath aage badha diye kyunki ab mana karne ka matlab seedha sawaal khada karna tha. Mehendi ke bareek daayre uski gori hatheliyon par banne lage. Jab ladki ne poocha, "Dulhe ka naam kahan likhna hai bhabhi?", toh Vaishali ne bina soche kaha, "Sirf phool bana do. Naam kal shaam ko mandap mein."
Ladki hans padi, "Chaliye, kal shaam ko shadi ke waqt Vikram sir khud dhoondenge."
Kal shaam.
Yahi woh lafz tha jo har koi bol raha tha. Aur yahi woh aakhri tinka tha jise pakad kar Vaishali saans le rahi thi. Kal shaam mandap sajega, par us mandap mein woh nahi, Priya baithegi.
Raat ke aath baje mehendi sookhne ke baad Vikram ki maa aayi aur room ki main light off karke halki night-lamp on kar di.
"So jao Meera. Kal bohot lambi shaam hone wali hai. Pandit ji ne kaha hai muhurat shaam ko late night ka hai, isliye din bhar thoda rest mil jaayega."
Late shaam.
Usne unhi shabdon ko apne seene mein dhaal kar aankhen moond li. Register, maroon saree, switch, Arjun ki gaadi—sab us kal ki late shaam ke parde ke peeche the.
Corridor ke sannate mein se achanak bhaari kadmon ki aahat aayi aur guest room ke darwaze ke theek baahar aakar ruk gayi.
Vikram.
Vaishali bistar par jam gayi, saans gale mein atki rahi. Vikram ne handle nahi ghumaya. Shaam ka woh whisper aur lawn mein kamar ka woh ganda dabaav apna kaam kar chuka tha. Darwaze ke baahar do second tak uski bhari saansein sunayi di, aur phir woh dheere se apne kamre ki taraf mud gaya.
Vaishali ne andhere mein pillow ke neeche haath daala. Ek taraf Arjun ki bachpan ki photo thi, doosri taraf woh mod kar rakha hua tissue paper.
Kal subah Arjun aayega.
Kal shaam tak yeh azaab khatam ho jaayega.
Usne yeh sach isliye maan liya kyunki iske alawa doosra koi sach sochne ki taqat uske dimaag mein nahi bachi thi.
Bahar bungalow ka safed sangmarmar andhere mein thanda pad chuka tha.
Andar ek 42 saal ki maa soyi thi—jism par haldi ka peela rang, haathon par rachi mehendi, bina kisi phone ke, ek kaagaz ke tukde ko aakhri umeed maan kar.
Par kismat ka agla vaar us late shaam ka intezar nahi karne wala tha.
Kal shaam ka muhurat badalne wala tha, aur register isi raat ke parde ke peeche nikalne wala tha.

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Vaishali ne socha tha neend uski aankhon ke kareeb bhi nahi phatkegi, par din bhar ki jalan, darr aur zehni thakaan ne aakhirkar uski palkon ko bhaari karke gira hi diya.
Haathon ki mehendi abhi bhi kachi aur nam thi, uski teekhi thandi khushbu bistar ki chaadar mein basi hui thi. Gaalon par haldi sookh kar ek ajeeb sa tight map ban chuki thi. Pillow ke theek neeche wahi tissue paper aur Arjun ki bachpan wali college photo chhupe the.
Vikram ke parivar ne bola tha ki shadi kal shaam, late muhurat mein hogi. Swap kal subah Arjun ke aane se shuru hona tha aur shaam mandap pe khatam. Is aakhri hisaab ke mutabiq, yeh raat abhi bhi Vaishali ki apni thi—is raat par kisi gair mard ka haq nahi tha.
Par darwaze par koi dastak nahi hui.
Seedha kundi khulne ki aawaz aayi, aur darwaza poora khul gaya.
Room ki teez white light achanak jal uthi. Vaishali ne ghabra kar bistar par uthte hue apni aankhon ko bheencha. Darwaze ke frame mein wahi do beauticians, Vikram ki maa, aur cousin ladki khadi thi. Unke haathon mein wahi maroon silk ka joda aur sleeveless blouse tha jo us subah uske bhare jism par naapa gaya tha.
Deewar par lagi vintage ghadi mein raat ke das baj kar chalees minute ho rahe the.
Vaishali ka gala sookh gaya. Uski aawaz ek thar-tharati hui saans ki tarah nikli:
“Kal shaam ka muhurat bola tha na aapne? Itni raat ko yeh sab kya hai?”
Mummy ke chehre par wahi sadi hui muskaan thi, par us muskaan ke peeche ek be-reham hadbadi aur jaldi thi.
“Kapde pehno Meera, foran. Pandit ji neeche hall mein aa chuke hain, baaki baatein neeche pata chalengi.”
“Itni raat ko pandit?” Vaishali ki saans atakne lagi.
Kisi ne poora jawab nahi diya. Beautician ne aage badhkar Vaishali ke kandhon se night-sheet kheench li. Uska purana cotton night-cloth utara gaya. Ek pal mein uski gori, bleach ki hui nangi peeth aur uske bhari, rasile breasts hawa mein azaad ho gaye.
Maroon silk ka sleeveless blouse aage laya gaya.
Pehla hook laga, doosra, teesra. Tight, double-lined kapde ne uske heavy bust ko neeche se dhasate hue upar ki taraf squeeze kar diya. Sweetheart neckline ke upar se dono gore stan nikal kar aage dhas aaye, unki madmast aur unchi cleavage poori tarah se ubhar gayi. Collarbone ka woh gehra kaala til nange gale par chamakne laga.
Maroon silk saree uski choudi kamar aur wide hips par aakar kas gayi, pait ke soft fold ko halka sa dabaate hue. Wahi purana sone ka haar—jo Arjun aur Ramesh ne lalach mein use diya tha—uske nange gale mein daala gaya. Baal jo subah se khule the, unhe jaldi se crown par set karke maang-tikka baandha gaya. Honthon par ek baar phir wahi gehra rose-red shade thop diya gaya. Mehendi abhi poori tarah sookhi nahi thi, laal-bhoori rangat uske jism ki tapish se daag chhod rahi thi.
Sheeshe ke samne ab koi 42 saal ki maa nahi khadi thi.




Sheeshe ke samne poori tarah se woh 38 saal ki jawan, bhari-poori aur garam 'Meera' khadi thi jise dekh kar kisi bhi mard ki mardangi mein aag lag sakti thi.
Vaishali ne apne sheeshe ke reflection ke peeche se khud ko dekha, aur poori taqat se boli:
“Main neeche nahi jaungi. Shaadi kal shaam thi. Jab tak Arjun aur mera parivar yahan nahi aate, main is kamre se baahar ek kadam nahi rakhungi.”
Vikram ki maa ne aage badhkar saree ka pallu uske kaanpte hue haath mein thama diya, unki aankhon mein sakhti thi:
“Neeche chalo Meera. Jo sawaal hain, Uncle ke samne pooch lena.”
Corridor. Phir marble ki stairs. Phir ground floor ka main hall.
Hall ka poora naksha badal chuka tha. Leather sofas ko deewar ke paas khiska diya gaya tha. Beech aangan mein ek chhota sa asan laga tha, tambe ka kalash, aam ke patte, phool, do kaanse ki thaaliyan, aur beech mein ek patli si kitaab jaisa register aur pen rakha tha.
Chashma lagaye pandit ji asan par baithe the, unke munh se jaldi-jaldi koi mantr nikal rahe the. Lawyer Uncle kurte-pyjame mein khade the, unke chehre par abhi bhi wahi kanooni polite parda tha.
Aur theek samne Vikram khada tha.
White-cream raw silk ka kurta, chhati par khula gala, wrist par gold watch. Uski bhookhi, mardana nazar Vaishali ke aate hi seedhi uske maroon blouse ke andar qaid bhaari stanon aur uski nangi cleavage par jaakar jam gayi—wahi jism jahan subah haldi malte waqt uska angutha dhasa tha. Uski aankhon mein kal shaam wali gandi bhookh aur ek ajeeb sa mardana ghamand tha.
Wahan koi Arjun nahi tha.
Koi Ramesh nahi tha.
Priya ka maroon bag abhi bhi Dadar ke us purane flat mein pillow ke paas band pada tha.
Vaishali ke kadam asan se chaar kadam pehle hi pathar ban kar jam gaye.
Uncle ne do kadam aage badhkar baat shuru ki, unki aawaz poore shant hall mein bhari hui thi:
“Meera, seedhi aur saaf baat hai. Pandit ji ne shaam ko kundli aur grah dubara check kiye. Kal shaam ka muhurat achanak toot gaya hai—bhaari ashubh ghadi shuru ho rahi hai. Sirf aaj raat, abhi isi waqt ki ek do ghante ki window bachi hai. Agar aaj yeh shadi nahi hui, toh agle do saal tak koi shubh yog nahi hai. Vikram ready hai, hum sab ready hain. Hum is rasm ko kal tak delay nahi kar sakte.”
Pandit ji ne bina upar dekhe sar hilaya, “Jo likha hai shastron mein, wahi bol raha hoon. Lagan abhi ka hai.”
Vaishali ne kaanpte hue haathon se pallu ko apne seene par kheencha, taaki apne nange cleavage ko chhipa sake. Uski aawaz mein cheekh aur ghutan dono ghul gayi:
“Yeh sab nahi ho sakta! Mere bhai aur bhatija yahan nahi hain! Shadi kal ke liye boli gayi thi. Main bina unke akele yahan koi phere nahi lungi... main koi register sign nahi karungi!”
Usne Vikram ki maa ki taraf haath badhaya, “Mera phone do mujhe! Mujhe mere bhatije se baat karni hai, use abhi yahan bulao!”
Mummy ne apna purse nahi khola. Uncle ne apna haath hawa mein utha kar aawaz ko aur sakt kiya:
“Call karne se muhurat nahi rukta, Meera. Riwaaz yeh nahi sikhata ki aadhi raat ko dulhan bazaar se logon ko bulaye. Shaadi family ke beech hoti hai, aur hum tumhari family ban chuke hain.”
Vikram ek kadam aage badh kar Vaishali ke bilkul paas aa gaya. Usne koi jhoothi sharm nahi dikhayi. Uski garam saansein Vaishali ke gaal par lag rahi thi:
“Meera... sab theek hai na. Ho jaane do abhi. Tension mat lo.”
Uske chehre par wahi hallway wali bhookhi wait thi. Dulhan ke is darr aur inkaar ne uski pyaas ko gusse mein nahi, balki jaldbaazi mein badal diya tha.
Vaishali ne asan se do kadam peeche hate hue apni gardan jhatki:
“Nahi! Kal subah... jab Arjun aayega, tabhi kuch hoga!”
Uncle ka polite parda aakhirkar yahin aakar utar gaya.
Woh register ke paas se uth kar seedha Vaishali ke samne aaye. Unki aawaz bilkul dheemi ho gayi—hall mein khadi baaki auraton ke liye aisi jaise ek buzurg dulhan ko samjha raha ho, par Vaishali ke liye kisi court ke judge ka aakhri faisla thi:
“Sign this register right now, Meera. Jo naam tumhare matrimonial profile pe hai, wahi sign hoga. Agar tumne abhi inkaar kiya, toh jo 30 lakh ka token tumhare bhai ke account mein gaya hai, jo photos aur chats mere email mein hain, aur jo humne yahan mehmaan-nawazi ki hai—woh saari file aaj raat hi main security officer station bhej dunga. Section 420, Fraud.”
Uncle ne Vaishali ki aankhon mein dekhte hue aakhri chhuri chalayi:
“Kanoon mein jo ladka profile banata hai aur accounts chalata hai, use pehle custody mein liya jata hai. Tera bhatija Arjun pehle andar jayega, bhai baad mein. Kal subah agar Arjun yahan aayega bhi, toh shayad security officer station ke baahar khada milega. Faisla tera hai... do minute hain tumhare paas.”
Vaishali ke kaano mein wahi dopahar wali aawaz kisi toofaan ki tarah goonj uthi:
Beta pehle andar jayega.
Beauticians peeche khadi thi. Cousin aankhein phadphada rahi thi. Pandit ji haath mein hawan ki lakdi liye waqt gin rahe the. Vikram chupchap khada apni jeet ka tamasha dekh raha tha.
Vaishali ke dimaag ke parde par Dadar ki woh purani shelf aayi—jahan uska 20 saal purana mangalsutra aur sindoor safed kapde mein bandhe the. Guest room ke pillow ke neeche Arjun ki woh bachpan wali photo aayi. Aur security officer station ki woh thandi, badboodaar salakhein aayi jahan uska 23 saal ka beta dande kha raha hoga.
Uski aankhon se aanso phoot pade. Mehendi lage kaanpte haath thar-thar hil rahe the.
Usne be-bas, roote hue aur dabi hui aawaz mein kaha:
“Main yeh is ladke ke liye nahi kar rahi hoon... Main yeh is ameer bungalow ke liye nahi kar rahi hoon. Jo naam main likhungi, woh Meera ka hoga. Main Meera ban ke sign kar rahi hoon, Vaishali ban ke nahi! Kal subah mera beta aayega... aur jo bhi hoga, wahi dekhega. Par mera beta jail nahi jayega.”



Uncle ne turant register khola. Page pehle se bookmark tha. Pen aage badhaya.
Column mein pehle se halki pencil se likha tha — Meera. Surname unke hisaab ka. Date: Aaj ki raat.
Vaishali ne pen pakda. Kachi mehendi ka geela daag pen ki body par lag gaya. Uska haath itni buri tarah kaanp raha tha ki pehli line bigad gayi. Doosri baar usne darr ke maare jhatke se Meera likha—jaise koi doosri aurat uski aatma se nikal kar us kaagaz par qaid ho rahi ho. Kaanpte hue haathon se usne signature kiye.
Pandit ji ne foran kaha, “Shubh lagan shuru hua!”
Uncle ne page palat kar Vikram ki taraf badhaya. Vikram ne bina ek pal gawaye, chaudi muskaan ke saath apna sign thonk diya.
Pen table par gira nahi; poore haq ke saath rakh diya gaya.
Mandir ke aage chhota sa asan tha. Halka sa hawan-kund jahan aag ki chhoti lapat jal rahi thi.
Koi dhol-tashe nahi the, koi baraati nahi the. Yeh unka aadhi raat ka Arya Samaj wala tight wrap-up tha. Unhone Vaishali ko right side khada kiya. Vikram left side khada hua. Vikram ki maa ne khushi ke aanso ponchhe. Photographer ne raat ke andhere mein lagataar white flash maari.
Vaishali ke pair lakdi ke kutton ki tarah chal rahe the. Pallu uske kaanpte hue haathon mein tha. Sleeveless blouse ke andar uske bhaari stan har saans ke saath phool rahe the. Har phera uske liye ek count tha: Ek... do... Arjun subah aayega... yeh kaagaz farzi sabit hoga...
Phir aakhri rasm aayi.
Pandit ne ek laal velvet ka box Vikram ke haath mein diya. Uske andar se ek naya, bhaari, do-lari wala pure gold mangalsutra nikla.
Vikram aage badha. Uske haath Vaishali ke nange gale ke peeche gaye. Uske jism ki aanch Vaishali ke seene se takrayi.
Click.
Naya, bhaari mangalsutra uske gale mein bandh gaya. Gold ka bhaari locket seedha uske dono heavy breasts ke beech ki gehri cleavage mein jaakar baith gaya—theek usi jagah jahan 20 saal se Ramesh ka halka sa locket rehta tha.
Vikram ki maa ne laal sindoor ki dibbi aage badhayi. Vikram ne apni choudi ungli sindoor mein duboyi, aur bina ruke Vaishali ki nangi maang ke beech ek gehri, laal rekha kheench di—jo seedhi maang-tikke ke neeche se nikal kar uske maathe tak aayi.
Pandit ji ne shlok khatam karte hue kaha, “Sampanna hua. Aaj se yeh aapki dharampatni hain.”
Uncle ne register band karke bag mein daalte hue kaha, “Khel khatam.”
Vikram ne foran Vaishali ka mehendi laga haath apne chaude panje mein kas ke pakad liya. Yeh pakad kisi anjaan ladke ki nahi thi; yeh pakad ek maalik aur pati ki thi.
Woh Vaishali ke kaan ke itna paas jhuka ki uske honth Vaishali ke kaan ki baali se chhue:
“Kaha tha na... Ab koi wait nahi hoga.”
Vaishali ne apna haath nahi chhudaya. Camera samne tha, maa samne thi. Usne apni aankhein zameen par gaad li. Gale mein naya bhaari sona jhool raha tha. Maang mein laal sindoor ki tapish thi. Aur kanooni register par uska naam ab hamesha ke liye 'Meera' darj ho chuka tha.
Par suhaagrat is raat nahi hui.
Vikram ki maa ne achanak beech mein aakar kaha, “Aaj raat dono alag soyenge. Kal subah naye flat mein grahpravesh hai. Muhurat bohot tight tha, par rasm ke hisaab se pehli raat naye ghar mein hi shubh hoti hai. Meera ko aaram karne do.”
Vikram ke chehre par ek second ke liye chidh aayi, par family ke is niyam ke aage woh zyada behas nahi kar paaya. Uski aankhon mein kal ki raat ke liye ek aisi aag bhadak rahi thi jise koi bujha nahi sakta tha.
Vaishali ko wapas usi guest room mein bhej diya gaya.
Darwaza band hua. Gale mein bhaari haar aur naya mangalsutra tha. Maang mein sindoor tha. Jism par wahi maroon silk aur sleeveless blouse tha.
Usne jaakar bistar par se pillow uthaya.
Tissue paper wahi tha—Arjun. Swap mat chhodna.
college wali photo wahi thi.
Par ab us photo ke oopar Vaishali ki maang se gire hue kachhe sindoor ka ek laal daag lag chuka tha.
Usne andhere kamre mein ghutno ke bal baith kar, bina aawaz ke aanso bahaye:
“Kal subah aana, Arjun... dekhna tune kya kar diya. Aur aakar mujhe is narak se nikaalna.”
Bahar main hall ki lights bujh rahi thi. Register Uncle ke leather briefcase mein band ho chuka tha. Vikram ek baar corridor se nikla, darwaze ke paas thithka, aur muskurate hue apne kamre ki taraf chala gaya. Uske liye yeh kaagaz us jism ki jeet thi.
Aur udhar Dadar ke purane 2BHK flat mein... Priya apne bistar par maroon bridal saree ka bag pillow se sata kar so rahi thi, apne jawan ameer pati ke sapne dekhte hue.
Arjun ne apne phone mein subah nau baje ka alarm lagaya tha.
Un dono ko zara sa bhi andaza nahi tha ki unka banaya hua shatranj ka board kab ka ulat chuka tha...
Aur kanoon ke hisaab se woh 42 saal ki maa ab kisi aur mard ki kanooni biwi ban chuki thi.


Nau baje ke alarm ki aawaz se theek das minute pehle Priya bistar par uth kar baith chuki thi.
Uske chehre par barson baad aam dino wali khatti chidh nahi thi. Chehre par kachi cold-cream ka sheen tha, baalon mein halka chameli ka tel, aur god mein wahi chamakta hua kapde ka bag—jisme banarasi maroon silk saree, matching blouse piece, aur ek sasta gold-plated set tehkari karke rakha gaya tha. Uski 43 saal ki thaki hui aankhon mein neend nahi, balki ek ajeeb sa chamakta hua mardana sapna ghoom raha tha. 24 saal ka ameer ladka, Bandra ka bungla, aur kundli ka woh dosh jisne uski dhal chuki umar ko ek jhatke mein keemti bana diya tha.
Ramesh ne subah ki chai ka ek ghoont nahi liya. Uska gala kisi sookhe kuyein ki tarah baitha hua tha. Arjun ne apni formal shirt ke buttons galti se aage-peeche bandh liye the, jise usne thar-tharate haathon se khol kar dobara lagaya.
Dadar flat ki landing par aate hi Arjun ki nazar achanak right wale darwaze par gayi. Mahino se bandh pada woh tala ab naya tha, deewar ka paint sookh chuka tha, par nameplate abhi bhi khaali thi. Usne apne dimaag mein aakhri jhootha hisaab jodte hue khud se kaha: Shaam tak Maa wapas left wale apne ghar mein hogi. Aur Mausi is right wale flat ki malkin ban kar ghusegi.
Neeche se li gayi kaali-peeli cab mein poore raste Priya lagataar bolti rahi:
“Wahan guest room alag se milega na ready hone ke liye? Make-up artist unka hi hoga ya mujhe khud karna hai? Aur Vikram subah ghar pe hi rehta hai na?”
Arjun ne bas “haan,” “thoda dheere bolo,” aur “pehle wahan pahunchte hain” keh kar baat kaati. Khidki ke paar se tezi se bhaagti dhoop uske maathe ke paseene ko sookha rahi thi. Uske bag mein safety pins ke chaar packet the—jaise blouse aur saree ke naap ka itna bada farq un chhote pins se mandap mein chhipa liya jaayega.
Ramesh ne pichli seat se kaanpte hue poocha, “Vaishali ka koi phone nahi aaya?”
“Phone unke paas nahi hai, Papa,” Arjun ne aage dekhte hue daant bheenchi. “Pahunchte hi pehle room mein ghusenge aur swap execute karenge.”
Bandra ke us posh gate par hydraulic boom barrier aahiste se upar utha. Watchman ne register mein entry check karke gate khol diya. Driveway ka safed Italian marble subah ki tez dhoop mein chaundhiya raha tha. Safed Mercedes side mein khadi thi. Kal raat yeh aish Arjun dekh chuka tha, par aaj Priya use aisi nazar se dekh rahi thi jaise woh is aangan ki nayi malkin ban kar kadam rakh rahi ho.
Bade lakdi ke darwaze khule. Air-conditioned thandak, hawan ke dhoop ki basi mehak, aur chamak.
Unhone socha tha—seedha guest room ki taraf badhenge, thaili se maroon kapda nikaalenge, aur Meera ko parde ke peeche karke Priya ko ghunghat mein laayenge.
Par hall mein kadam rakhte hi unke pair zameen mein gad gaye.
Lawn aur aangan ka mandap hataya ja chuka tha. Hawan-kund ki raakh thandi thi, aur do house-helps peele aur laal phoolon ko kachre ki kaali thaili mein bhar rahe the. Asan samet diya gaya tha.
Aur hall ke central sofa par ek aurat baithi thi.
Wahi maroon pure banarasi silk saree, wahi sleeveless blouse jisme se uske bhaari, rasile breasts ka ubhaar saaf jhalak raha tha, khule jet-black baal, haathon par rachi hui gehri laal mehendi, aur maang ke bilkul beech mein kaanpte hue haathon se bhari gayi laal sindoor ki ek moti, chamakti rekha.
Gale mein Ramesh ka purana locket nahi tha. Gale mein do-lari wala, bhaari, pure gold ka naya mangalsutra tha, jiska locket uske dono stanon ke beech ki gehri cleavage mein dhasa hua tha.
Vaishali.
Priya ke pair marble par pathar ki tarah jam gaye. Uske haath se us maroon saree wale bag ka handle achanak phisal gaya.
Arjun ke chehre ka poora khoon ek second mein gayab ho gaya. Uski aankhon ke aage wahi terrace wali whiskey, driveway ki gaadiyan, aur uncle ki Section 420 wali aawaz ek saath ghoom gayi. Ramesh ne ladkhadate hue peeche wooden pillar ko pakad liya.
Vaishali ne unhe aate dekha. Woh uthi nahi. Uski aankhein rone aur bleach ki jalan se suji hui thi. Pallu uske haath mein jakda hua tha. Maang ki sindoor bilkul taaza thi, jo cheekh-cheekh kar bata rahi thi ki uski dehaat aur aabru par ab kisi aur mard ka kanooni thappa lag chuka tha.
Vikram ki maa drawing room ke kone se nikal kar aayi, unke chehre par wahi sanskari aur malikana muskaan thi:
“Aao Rameshji! Arjun beta, aao! Raat ko achanak aadhi raat ko hi lagan baithana pada. Pandit ji ne kaha muhurat toot raha tha, isliye hum call karke aap logon ko disturb nahi kar sake. Shadi ho gayi! Meera ab humari bahu ban chuki hai.”
Priya ke kaano mein jab yeh lafz pade—shadi ho gayi—toh uska dimaag sunn ho gaya. Uski aankhein Vaishali ke gale mein latakte us bhaari sone ke mangalsutra par gayi, uski maang ke laal sindoor par gayi, aur us deep cut sleeveless blouse par gayi jo us 42 saal ki aurat ke jism ko ek jawan, chhudne ke liye taiyar dulhan jaisa dikha raha tha.
Uska 24 saal ke ameer ladke wala sapna usi marble floor par toot kar bikhar gaya.
Inner room ka parda hata aur Vikram bahar nikla. Cream silk kurta, khula gala, wristwatch, aur fresh shave. Uske chehre par kisi ladke ka bholapan nahi tha; uske chehre par poori tarah se ek bhookhe mard ki aisi tripti thi jo abhi-abhi shikar ko bandh chuka ho.
Vikram seedha sofa ke paas aaya. Sabke samne, poore parivar ke aage, usne apna chauda, garam haath Vaishali ki nangi, smooth kamar pe rakh diya. Uske anguthe ne saree ke border ke theek upar uski soft kamar ke maans ko halka sa dabaya—ek aam, khula mardana haq.
Phir usne mudkar Arjun ko dekha. Muskaan bilkul wahi terrace wali thi—dostana, par zaleel karne wali.
“Sorry bhai! Kal raat ka muhurat hi best tha, pandit ji ne bola delay kiya toh dosh lagta. Humne raat ko hi phere aur register nipta diya. Tumhari Bua ab officially humari ho gayi.”
Tumhari Bua. Humari ho gayi.
Arjun ne yeh do shabd doosri baar sune. Pehli baar terrace par mehngi scotch ke nashe mein, aur doosri baar apni hi maa ke naye mangalsutra aur bhari hui maang ke samne.
Arjun ka munh khula ka khula reh gaya. Uske gale se aawaz nahi nikli. Woh “Yeh Meera nahi hai” bolne ki taqat kho chuka tha. Woh “Ma” keh kar cheekh nahi sakta tha.
Vaishali ki suji hui, dard-bhari aankhein seedhi Arjun ke chehre par thithak gayi. Us nazar mein ek aisi lafz-ba-lafz cheekh thi jo kisi talwar se zyada tez kaat rahi thi: Maine kaha tha late mat hona, Arjun. Tune mujhe bech diya. Par usne apna munh band rakha, kyunki Vikram ki maa theek uske bagal mein khadi thi.
Ramesh ke honth kaanpe, uski aawaz rone jaisi ho gayi, “Raat ko... bina hume bulaye...”
Lawyer Uncle sofa ke peeche se nikle. Chehre par wahi shant, polished, aur khatarnak muskaan thi. Unke haath mein kapde ka ek bhaari, zipper-bandh bag tha.
“Kanoon aur muhurat kisi ka intezar nahi karte, Rameshji,” Uncle ne aage badhkar woh bhaari bag seedha Ramesh ke haathon mein thama diya. “Meera ne sign kar diya hai, shaadi register ho chuki hai. Aap logon ko jo takleef hui, aur achanak aane ka jo klesh hua, yeh uske liye hai. Token jo pehle gaya tha woh alag tha. Yeh cash alag hai. Shadi ka jo 25 lakh baaki tha, woh shaam tak online account mein chala jaayega. Aap log nashta kijiye... shaam ko hum baju wale naye flat mein bhejenge inhein.”
Bag Ramesh ke dono haathon mein aate hi uska wazan mehsus hua. Naye, kachhe currency notes ke mote-mote bundles ki gaddiyan.
Ramesh ne woh bag wapas phenkne ke liye haath nahi uthaya. Ek kamzor aur lalach mein andhe ho chuke baap ke haath aisi moti rakam dekhte hi khud-b-khud bandh jaate hain.
Usne bag ko dono haathon se thaam liya aur sofa ki taraf dekha.
Samne Vaishali baithi thi. Uski 20 saal purani biwi, jiske gale se usne mangalsutra utarwaya tha, ab kisi 24 saal ke ladke ke naam ka laal sindoor maang mein lagaye baithi thi. Aur Ramesh ke haath mein usi biwi ko kho dene ka "sorry cash" pada tha. Ramesh ne us bag ko seene se sata liya. Na inkaar kiya, na ginti ki.
Vaishali ne apne pati ke haathon mein us note ke thaili ko chipakte hue dekha. Uske dimaag ke parde par ek aakhri, zehreela sach likha gaya: Pehle photo bechi... phir token khaya... aur ab mere sindoor ke samne meri keemat ka thaila seene se laga liya.
Arjun ne bhi us thaili ko dekha. 25 lakh ka aane wala bank transfer uske dimaag ke calculator mein turant add ho gaya—theek usi pal jab uski apni maa kisi aur mard ki sej banne ke liye bandh chuki thi. Lalach ne uski sharm ki aakhri boond ko bhi nigal liya.
Uncle ne aahiste se Ramesh ke kandhe par haath maara, “Ghar jaakar ginna, yahan kholne ki zaroorat nahi hai.”
Ramesh ke munh se sirf itna nikla, “Theek hai.” Woh theek hai usne apni us aurat ke samne bola jo kal tak uski dharampatni thi, aur ab kanoon ke kaagaz par uski behan ban kar kisi aur ke bistar ki ho chuki thi.
Priya tab tak sunn khadi thi, par ab uske andar ka jwalamukhi phat pada.
Uske haath se maroon silk saree ka bag chhoot kar seedha marble ke chamakte farsh par gira. Zari ki saree khul kar bikhri, matching blouse piece nikal gaya, aur saste jhumke farsh par roll hote hue seedha sofa ke paas jaakar ruke.
Hall ki shanti mein uski aawaz achanak kaanpti hui nikli:
“Yeh... yeh sab kya natak hai?”
Koi nahi bola. Ramesh ne thaili ko coat ke neeche aur zyada daba liya.
Priya ki aankhein aag ke golo ki tarah Arjun par gayi, Ramesh ke seene se chipke thaili par gayi, aur aakhir mein Vaishali ke bhare hue, sindoor se range jism par aakar atak gayi. Uski aawaz mein koi dukh ya mamta nahi thi; uski aawaz mein ek aisi aurat ki aag thi jiska shadi ka sapna, jiska jawan mard, aur jiska ameer ghar kisi aur ne chheen liya tha:
“Tum dono ne mujhe bewakoof banaya!” Priya ne dabi hui aawaz mein ghurrate hue kaha, mehmaanon ka dhyan khinchte hue. “Meri jagah... is budhiya ko... meri Bhabhi ko is ameer ladke ke bistar pe bitha diya! Mera tamasha banaya tum logon ne? Aur Ramesh... tu apni hi biwi ko bech kar uske samne yeh paisa lekar khada hai?”
Vaishali ek jhatke mein sofa se uth khadi hui. Naya mangalsutra uske seene par hila.
Usne Priya ka haath pakadna chaaha, maafi maangne ke liye nahi, balki use chup karane ke liye. Hall mein Uncle khade the, Vikram ki maa khadi thi. Vaishali ne dabi hui, kaanpti aawaz mein kaha:
“Priya... bahar chal. Yahan tamasha mat kar.”
Priya ne farsh par giri hui apni maroon saree ko hath tak nahi lagaya. Jhumke wahin chhod diye. Uski aankhein laal ho chuki thi aur naak gusse se phool rahi thi. Woh palati aur lambe-lambe kadam bharte hue main entrance ki taraf bhaagi.
Watchman ne darwaza khola. Priya driveway aur lohe ke gate ko paar karke sadak ki taraf nikal gayi.
Arjun turant uske peeche bhaaga. Ramesh ne thaili ko seene se dabaya, ek pal ke liye Vaishali ki taraf dekha, aur phir bag lekar bahar nikal gaya—jaise biwi aur paisa dono ek sath nahi sambhale ja sakte the.
Vikram ne bahar jaate hue Arjun ke kandhe par hath mara, wahi ajeeb si mardana muskaan ke sath:
“Bua achanak ghabra gayi lagti hain. Rishtedaaron ka mood kharab mat hone dena bhai. Shaam ko flat mein milte hain. 25 lakh ka message tere phone pe aa jaayega.”
Arjun ne us haath ko jhatakne ki himmat nahi ki. Usne aakhri baar mud kar hall ke andar dekha.
Vaishali wapas sofa ke kone par chupchap baith chuki thi. Maang mein laal sindoor tha, gale mein Vikram ka naya bhaari mangalsutra tha, aur uske jism ki aabru ki keemat ka thaila uske baap aur bete ke haathon mein sadak par ja raha tha.
Vikram ki maa ne farsh par giri hui Priya ki saree ko ek ungli se uthaya, “Yeh kiska sasta kapda yahan chhoot gaya?”
Arjun ne aage badhte hue bas itna kaha: “Galti se... chhoot gaya.”
Darwaza band ho gaya.
Bungalow ke gate ke bahar sadak par dhoop aag ki tarah baras rahi thi.
Priya cab nahi dhoondh rahi thi. Usne apna phone bag se nikaala tha, uski ungliyan screen par kaanp rahi thi, aur woh seedha security officer helpline dial karne ja rahi thi.
Arjun ne daud kar uska raasta kaat diya. Ramesh peeche haanp raha tha, thaili seene se chipki hui thi.
Priya ki aawaz ab poori sadak par cheekh ban kar phat padi:
“Hato samne se, Arjun! Main abhi andar jaakar us lawyer ko bataungi... main security officer ko bulaungi! Yeh Meera nahi, teri sagi Maa hai! Ramesh ki biwi hai! Tum dono baap-beton ne mujhe 24 saal ke ameer ladke ke sapne dikhaye aur meri jagah is aurat ko us ameer ghar mein bitha diya! Main tum sabko jail bhijwaungi!”
Screen par '100' dial ho chuka tha. Call lagne hi wali thi.
Arjun ke paas ab koi terrace wali whiskey ka nasha nahi tha. Koi 'Chill Ma' bolne ka raasta nahi tha.
Uske samne sirf ek aakhri, sabse ganda aur be-reham card bacha tha—apni maa ko hamesha ke liye kho dene ke baad, khud ko is aurat ke aage girwi rakhne ka card.
Peeche bungalow ke drawing room mein Vaishali akele sofa par baithi thi. Vikram uske pallu ko theek karne ke bahaane uski nangi kamar aur peeth ko chhoo raha tha.
Shaam ko baju wale flat mein shifting honi thi. Subah ka swap mar chuka tha. Paisa ghar ja raha tha. Aur woh ab kisi aur ki dharampatni ban chuki thi.






Bandra ke gate ke baahar aate hi dhoop aag ki tarah chamdi pe lagne lagi. Driveway ki sangmarmari thandak aur central AC ki hawa ab lohe ke gate ke us paar qaid reh gayi thi.
Priya footpath ke bilkul kinare, dhoop mein khadi thi. Phone ki screen ki tez neeli roshni mein uska chehra bilkul nanga aur zaleel dikh raha tha.
Umar 43 saal. Unmarried. Uski lambi, sookhi haddiyon wala jism Vaishali se do inch uncha tha—lekin us jism par aurat wali rasdaari nahi thi. Chhati halki aur dabi hui, kamar seedhi aur sapat, hips bina kisi bhare gher ke—wahi sookha saancha jise dekh kar Dadar ke local brokers peeth peeche kehte the ki yeh aurat jawani aane se pehle hi kadwahat mein sookh gayi. Kaale baalon mein rumaani wavy lehar nahi thi; sukhe, be-jaan baal the jinhe usne hamesha ki tarah ek tight, kheenchi hui choti mein baandh rakha tha, maathe ke paas do-teen safed taar dhoop mein chamak rahe the.
Rangat Vaishali jaisi wheatish-glowing nahi thi—ek saanwla, bujha hua, rasoi ke klesh aur jalan ka rang tha. Chehra teekha, naak patli, aur honth itne patle ki gusse mein khinch kar ek laal lakeer ban jaate the.
Navy-blue aam salwar-kurta pehna tha—koi gale mein chain nahi, koi maathe pe bindi nahi. Kal raat usne 24 saal ke ameer dulhe ke sapne mein cold-cream thopi thi apne chehre par, aur wahi cream ab dhoop ke kachhe paseene ke saath pighal kar uski gardan par maili lines bana rahi thi. Uski god mein jo maroon banarasi silk ka joda hona chahiye tha, woh bungalow ke farsh par mitti mein chhoot chuka tha. Haath bilkul khali the, bas ungliyan phone ko itni taaqat se dabaye thi ki nakhun safed pad gaye the.
Vaishali ke samne yeh aurat pichle teen mahino se "chahe sundar na ho, par hissa toh legi" ban kar naach rahi thi. Par abhi, is sadak par, yeh aurat poore parivar ko jala kar raakh karne wala angaar ban chuki thi.
Arjun ne tezi se daud kar uska raasta kaata. Ramesh peeche haanp raha tha, purane coat ke buttons ke andar note-bhari thaili ko pet se itni zor se dabaye hue jaise koi chori ka maal chhupa raha ho.
Priya ki aawaz sadak ki garmi mein tezaab ban kar phati:
“Hatto samne se, Arjun! Main abhi number mila rahi hoon! Pehle us lawyer uncle ko, phir seedha 100 number security officer ko! Main sabko bataungi ki andar jo aurat sindoor lagaye baithi hai, woh koi Meera nahi, Ramesh ki 20 saal purani biwi hai! Teri sagi Maa hai! Tum dono ne mujhe 24 saal ke ameer ladke ke jhoothe sapne dikhaye, mujhe be-izzat kiya, aur meri jagah is bhari-poori aurat ko uske bistar pe bitha diya! Aur tu—” Usne thar-tharate haath se Ramesh ke pet pe dabi thaili ki taraf ungli taani, “—tu uske sindoor ke badle wahan rishwat ka thaila le kar khada hai! Main tum dono ko hawalaat ki chakki mein sadwaungi!”
Priya ka angutha screen par chal raha tha. 100 dial ho chuka tha.
Ramesh ke pair thar-tharaaye, aawaz rone jaisi ho gayi:
“Priya... meri behen... ek minute ruk ja. Sadak pe tamasha mat—”
“Chup reh, Ramesh!” Priya ki aawaz mein cheekh thi. “Saalon se main tumhare ghar mein ek kone mein padi rahi! Saalon se rishte ka intezar kiya! Aur jab baari aayi toh teri biwi naye kapdon mein, naye mangalsutra ke saath wahan sangmarmar par baithi hai, aur mera joda farsh par gira hai! Main kisi ko nahi chhodungi!”
Arjun ne uska phone chheenane ki galti nahi ki. Usne Priya ki aag-babula aankhon ke theek samne apne kadam gaad diye. Uski aawaz mein koi jhootha pyaar nahi tha—ekdam thandi, be-reham aur calculated line nikli:
“security officer jaogi toh tumhe kya milega, Mausi? Socha hai kabhi?”
Priya ka haath ruka, par gussa nahi ghata.
Arjun ne bina saans tode, seedhe hisaab ki bhasha mein kaha:
“security officer aayegi, token wapas jayega. Yeh jo Papa ke coat mein lakho ka cash hai, case property ban kar freeze ho jayega. 25 lakh ka aane wala cheque cancel hoga. Baju wale flat ka possession ruk jayega. Hum dono baap-beta toh jail jayenge hi, par tum kahan jaogi? Tum road pe aakar bhikh mangogi! Relatives poochenge kaun sa rishta, kaun si shaadi, kaun si bua! Badnaami ke siwa kya bachega tumhare paas? Na yeh ghar bachega, na hissa milega, na paisa!”
Priya ki patli, sukhi gardan tanni rahi. Tight bun se baal ki ek aawara lat nikal kar uske paseene se bheegi kaan ki patti par chipak gayi thi. Uski aankhein gusse aur apmaan se laal thi. Yeh chehra sundar nahi tha; yeh zidd aur zillat ka chehra tha.
“Mujhe badnaami ki parwah nahi hai, Arjun! Main sadak pe aaungi toh tum dono ko jail bhej kar aaungi! Us lawyer ko sach pata chalte hi Meera ka khel khatam ho jayega!”
Arjun ne ek gehra, thook-bhara ghoont nigla. Terrace wali whiskey ka nasha kab ka utar chuka tha. Ramesh ke seene se chipka hua cash ka wazan uske dimaag mein dhas raha tha. Usne apna aakhri, sabse nanga aur ganda patta phenka—woh patta jo uske apne khoon aur aatma ko bechne wala tha.
“security officer mat jao, Mausi. Mujhse shaadi kar lena.”
Peeche sadak par chalti gaadiyon ki aawaz ek pal ke liye doob gayi. Bungalow ke gate par khada watchman unhe door se dekh raha tha.
Priya ka munh khula ka khula reh gaya. Phone wala haath thoda neeche hua, par screen abhi bhi on thi.
“Pagal ho gaya hai tu? Main... main teri mausi hoon! Tere baap ki sagi behen hoon! Yeh bhi koi naya jhooth hai tera?”
Arjun ki aawaz ajeeb tarike se thandi aur flat ho gayi—ek aise juaari ki tarah jo sab haar chuka ho:
“Kisko farq padta hai Mausi? Tumhe kya chahiye tha pichle teen saal se? Ek ghar chahiye tha na? Ek aadmi chahiye tha? Ek aish ki zindagi chahiye thi jisme tum kisi ke samne haath na phailao? Ek jawan mard ka rishta chahiye tha jo tumhari is umar pe koi nahi de raha tha! security officer ke paas jaogi toh sirf case ki file milegi, koi malkin nahi banayega tumhe!”
Arjun ne uske ek kadam aur paas aakar uski aankhon mein dekha:
“Mere saath deal karo. Ek saal ka time do mujhe. Theek ek saal baad main tumse shaadi karunga. Yeh Dadar wala poora ghar tumhara hoga. Tum is ghar ki akeli malkin banogi. Hissa nahi, poora makaan tumhare naam hoga. Aur samne se 23 saal ka jawan pati milega. Vikram ki family se jo 25 lakh aayega, woh bhi isi ghar mein lagega. Agar thana gayi, toh yeh cash bhi jayega, woh ghar bhi bikega, aur tum kisi relative ke bartan dhoogi.”
Priya ne pehli baar Arjun ko kisi bhatije ki nazar se nahi, balki ek rishte ke mard ki nazar se upar se neeche tak dekha.
23 saal ka jawan ladka. Bhale hi darr mein tha, par shareer jawan tha. Uske sukhe, patle honth kaanpe. Mausi aur bua ka lafz uske gale mein atka, par us lafz ke theek peeche wahi gandi aur purani vanity jaag uthi jo kal raat silk ke jode ko god mein lekar soyi thi. Ek 23 saal ka ladka, ghar ki akeli malkiyat, aur sabse bada badla—ki agar Vaishali naye bungalow wale ameer ladke ki sej ban gayi hai, toh woh is ghar mein Vaishali ke hi bete ko apna pati banakar malkin banegi.
Ramesh ke munh se nikla, “Arjun... tu yeh kya—”
Arjun ne bina peeche mude haath utha kar apne baap ka munh band karwa diya.
Priya ki aankhon mein gussa abhi bhi tha, par us gusse ke neeche sadiyan purani lalach ki aag daud gayi. Jawan pati, Dadar ka flat, Ramesh ki lachari, aur shaam ko aane wala 25 lakh ka bank transfer.
Uski ungli thithaki.
Phone lock hua. Screen kaali ho gayi.
Usne apne kurte ke aasteen se aankhon ke kachhe aansu ponchhe, jo gusse ke the.
“Ek saal,” Priya ne dabi hui, teekhi aawaz mein kaha. “Likh kar nahi, zubaan se. Agar tune ek saal baad palti maari, Arjun... toh main court aur thana nahi jaungi, main seedha us bungalow mein ghus kar sabko nanga karungi. Aur ek baat yaad rakhna—is ghar mein ab se meri chalegi. Teri Maa wahan jawan ladke ke bistar pe aish kare, mujhe matlab nahi, par is ghar ki aurat ab se main hoon. Samjha?”
Arjun ne aahiste se sar hila diya. Uske seene se ek bhaari, thanda bojh utra. Usne shaadi ka koi wada sach mein nibhane ke liye nahi kiya tha; usne bas ek saal ka waqt khareeda tha.
“Ek saal. security officer nahi jaogi.”
Priya ne aakhri baar bungalow ki unchi deewaron aur terrace ki taraf dekha. First floor ke parde halke se hile the. Usne wahan Vaishali ko nahi dekha; usne bas apne toote hue sapne ki nayi keemat ko is 23 saal ke ladke ke roop mein qubool kar liya tha.
“Cab nahi lenge. Auto pakad, Dadar chal.”
Ramesh ne aage badhkar auto ko haath diya, thaili coat ke andar aur kas li. Priya peeche ki seat par baith gayi—choti tight, patla munh band, aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa ghamand. Arjun samne driver ke bagal mein baitha. Teenon Dadar ki taraf nikal pade.
Auto ke shor ke beech Arjun man hi man hisaab jod raha tha: Token andar hai, thaila coat mein hai, 25 lakh shaam ko aayega, flat mil chuka hai, Maa agle darwaze pe hai, aur Mausi ek saal ke liye chup ho gayi.
Priya ne auto ki khidki se bahar dekhte hue, bina kisi ki taraf dekhe aahiste se kaha:
“Jo maroon silk wahan farsh par giri hai... woh meri thi. Tu yeh baat yaad rakhna, Arjun.”
Kisi ke munh se koi jawab nahi nikla.
Dopahar dhalne se pehle woh log Dadar flat par wapas the.
Right wala darwaza abhi bhi waisa hi naya, bandh aur sunsaan tha—nameplate abhi bhi anjaani thi. Left wale darwaze ke andar aakar Priya ne is baar apna purana kamra band nahi kiya; usne hall ke central sofa ka corner pakad liya, jaise is ghar ki nayi malkin ka hisaab yahin se shuru ho raha ho.
Aur udhar Bandra ke us luxury bungalow mein... Vaishali ko sadak par hui is gandi deal ki ek boond khabar nahi thi.
Uske paas sirf maang mein taaza laal sindoor tha, gale mein Vikram ka naya bhaari mangalsutra tha, aur Vikram ka wahi halka sa whisper jo hallway mein chhoota tha—“Shaam ko naye flat mein milte hain.”
Do ghadiyan chal rahi thi. Ek mahina jo aage chalkar aayega, Aur ek saal... jo is footpath par hamesha ke liye bandh chuka tha.


Shaam ke paune saat baj rahe the.
Bandra ke us aalishan bungalow ki driveway pe do gaadiyan lag chuki thi—ek unki safed Mercedes SUV, aur doosra ek chhota tempo jiska pichhla hissa khula tha. Tempo ke andar naye cartons, mehnge steel ke bartan, ek bada luggage bag, jewellery boxes, aur bungalow se pack kiya hua ek bhaari razai-bistar ka bundle rakha tha—orange aur safed phoolon wali mehangi satin sheet. Uske beech Vaishali ka woh purana chhota kapde ka bag bhi pada tha, jisme uske bachpan ki Arjun wali photo aur wahi purane kapde the.
Vaishali verandah ki marble stairs pe khadi thi. Subah se pehna hua maroon banarasi silk ka joda usne abhi tak nahi utara tha—saas ka sakht riwaaz tha ki nayi bahu apne pehle ghar mein usi shaadi ke jode mein dakhil hoti hai. Chehre ka bleach aur makeup ab 12 ghante baad thak kar dhal chuka tha. Maang ka taaza laal sindoor sookh kar ek pakki lakeer ban chuka tha, aur gale mein latakta Vikram ke naam ka bhaari gold mangalsutra har saans ke saath uske bhari breasts ke cleavage mein dhas raha tha. Woh tempo ko aise dekh rahi thi jaise koi aurat apni aakhri qabar ki taraf ja rahi ho.
Lawyer Uncle ne apni pocket se do chamakti hui chabhiyan nikaali. Pehle unhone ek chabhi Arjun ke haath mein di, aur phir ek tanz bhari muskaan ke saath wapas le kar Vikram ke haath mein thama di.
“Couple ka flat ready hai,” Uncle ne aawaz mein wahi kanooni garoor rakhte hue kaha. “Same society, same floor, aapke flat ke bilkul baju wala. Family paas rahegi toh aana-jaana aasan hoga. Meera aur Vikram ke naam pe society office mein transfer ki application chali gayi hai.”
Arjun ke haath se jab woh chabhi phisli, uski ungliyan thar-thara gayi.
Woh address koi anjaan jagah nahi thi; woh uski apni landing thi. Uska apna floor. Par usne abhi tak yeh nahi naapa tha ki woh "paas" kitna khatarnak tha.
Vikram ne Vaishali ke bag ka strap apne chaude kandhe par daala. “Chalo Meera, apna naya ghar dekhte hain.”
Ramesh tempo ke peeche khada tha. Uska chehra bilkul sookha hua aur murjhaya tha. Subah jo note-bhari thaili use mili thi, woh usne Dadar wale flat ki purani almirah ke sabse neeche chhupa di thi. Aur theek do ghante pehle, dopahar chaar baje, Vikram ke uncle ne baaki bache 25 lakh rupaye seedha Ramesh ke bank account mein RTGS kar diye the.
Ramesh ke dimaag mein woh hisaab kisi zehreeli ghanti ki tarah baj raha tha: Shagun aur pehla token: 10 Lakh. Subah thaila mein mila cash: 5 Lakh. Dopahar ka online transfer: 25 Lakh. Pura 40 Lakh rupaye cash. Aur saath mein yeh baju wala 2BHK flat, jiski market value kam se kam 80 se 85 lakh thi.
Ek karod se upar ki daulat uske darpok, laachar haathon mein aa chuki thi. Par jab usne apni 20 saal purani biwi ko us doosre jawan ladke ke bagal mein, uske naam ka sindoor lagaye khade dekha—toh uske seene mein aisi dard bhari aari chali ki uska dam ghutne laga. Uski apni aurat, jiske jism ko usne bees saal se chhua tha, ab kisi aur ke bistar ke liye officially pack ho kar ja rahi thi. Magar us dard ke theek upar woh 40 lakh aur flat ka lalach ek bhaari pathar ban kar baith gaya. Ramesh ne sharm aur darr ke maare apni aankhen zameen par gaad li, munh se ek shabd nahi nikala.
Priya Dadar wale flat mein thi. Sadak wali deal ke baad usne bungalow aane se inkaar kar diya tha. Woh wahan hall ke kone mein baithi is naye aane wale jode ka intezar kar rahi thi—Dadar ke flat ki nayi malkin banne ki aag mein.
Rasta wahi purana tha. Traffic, market, aur Dadar ki society ka wahi lohe ka purana gate.
Watchman ne jab tempo ko andar aate dekha, aur car se Vikram ko utarte dekha toh foran salute mara, “Naye sahab!” Phir uski nazar Vaishali ke maang ke laal sindoor, bhaari mangalsutra, aur maroon silk pe padi toh bola, “Arrey, bahu ji! Mubarak ho!”
Arjun ke kaano mein woh 'Bahu' shabd kisi pighle hue sheeshe ki tarah gira. Woh uski apni Maa thi, par use society ke register mein ek padosi ki tarah sign karna pada.
Lift kharab thi. Unhe seedhiyon se jana pada.
Pehla carton Arjun ne uthaya kyunki Vikram ne kandhe par thappi maarte hue kaha, “Arjun bhai, zara haath lagao.” Carton ke andar mehnge glass aur cutlery thi. Har ek seedhi chhadte waqt Arjun ka dimaag sunn ho raha tha.
Second floor. Landing.
Wahi do darwaze.
Left: Unka apna flat. Purani lakdi ka darwaza, brass ki purani nameplate—Ramesh Pawar. Andar se TV ki halki aawaz aa rahi thi; Priya ne volume intentionally on rakha tha, yeh jataane ke liye ki woh andar maujood hai aur nazar rakh rahi hai.
Right: Mahino se bandh pada flat. Naya brass lock, taaza paint, aur chabhi ghoomte hi darwaza khulne ki chikni aawaz.
Vikram ne right wala darwaza poora khol diya.
Andar naye paint, phenyl aur lakdi ki polish ki teekhi smell thi. Hall chhota tha—bilkul Ramesh ke flat ka mirror image. Kitchen left wale kitchen ke theek barabar tha, drainage aur paani ke purane pipes ek hi shaft se share ho rahe the.
Arjun ne carton hall ke threshold pe rakha aur andar dekha. Do bedrooms the. Ek aage wala chhota guest room. Aur ek peeche wala master bedroom.
Peeche wale master bedroom ki khidki society ke ventilation shaft pe khulti thi. Aur us kamre ke double bed ka headboard theek us dividing deewar ke saath chipka hua tha jo dono flats ko alag karti thi.
Purani British-era style ki building thi. Deewar koi double-brick concrete soundproof wall nahi thi; bas nau inch ki eent aur plaster ki ek aam purani patti thi.
Aur sabse khaufnak sach yeh tha—jise kisi ne tape se nahi naapa tha—ki us dividing deewar ke theek doosri taraf Ramesh ka kamra nahi tha.
Us deewar ke theek doosri taraf Arjun ka apna personal bedroom tha.
Arjun ka single bed usi deewar se sata kar lagaya gaya tha. Dono kamron ke bistaron ke beech ka fasla sirf us nau inch ke sookhe plaster aur purani eenton ka tha. Arjun ka sirhana aur Vikram ke is naye master bed ka headboard bilkul aamne-saamne, peeth se peeth lagaye khade the.
Tempo wale helper ne phoolon wali razai aur satin sheet ka bhaari bundle usi master bed par phenka. Vikram ne aage badhkar us bundle ko apne haath se theek kiya—ek aisi mardana aadat ke saath jaise koi mard apne shikar ke bistar ko pehchan kar set karta hai.
Vaishali right wale darwaze ke threshold par aakar ruk gayi.
Landing ki peeli CFL tube-light mein uska thaka hua chehra aur suji hui aankhen saaf dikh rahi thi. Uski nazar left wale darwaze par gayi.
Left darwaza ek inch khula hua tha. Priya ka chehra andhere mein saaf nazar nahi aa raha tha, par darwaze ke us chhed se uski gandi, teekhi aur jalan-bhari aankhein Vaishali ke is naye mangalsutra aur bhari chhati ko ghoor rahi thi.
Neeche courtyard se society ki ek marathi aurat chillayi, “Arrey Pawar sahab! Baju mein nayi bahu aa gayi kya?” Vikram ne corridor ki railing se jhankte hue unchi aawaz mein garv se kaha, “Haanji kaku! Aaj hi grahpravesh hai!”
Arjun ke seene mein ajeeb si ulti aane lagi. Usne carton ka tape kholne se mana kar diya. “Baaki sab kal subah dekhenge... Main chalta hoon.”
Vikram ne uska rasta rokte hue ajeeb si hasi hasi, “Baaki kal kyun bhai? Aaj pehli raat yahin hai. Bua aur mera samaan toh set karwana padega na!”
Ramesh aakhri seedhi par khada tha, haath mein do thailiyan liye. Usne right ke andar apni biwi Vaishali ko dekha, aur phir left ke darwaze pe lage apne naam ke purane board ko dekha. Uske seene mein 40 lakh ki moti rakam ka wazan aur biwi ko dusre ke bistar par bhejne ka paap ek saath lad rahe the. Usne chupchap dono thailiyan kitchen counter pe rakhi, jaise koi ajnabi delivery boy samaan chhod kar nikalta hai, aur nazar jhuka kar bahar nikal gaya.
Uncle is floor tak nahi aaye the. Unka kanooni kaam 40 lakh cash, flat aur register sign karwa ke khatam ho chuka tha.
Vaishali ne right wale flat ke andar apna pehla kadam rakha.
Ek aisi 42 saal ki maa ka kadam—jo apne hi bete ke kamre ke theek baju mein, apne hi pati ke samne wale darwaze par, kisi 24 saal ke anjaan jawan mard ki dharampatni ban kar andar dakhil ho rahi thi.
Landing ke beech sirf chhe foot ka fasla tha. Do darwaze the. Aur Arjun ke bistar ke theek sirhane par... woh nau inch ki deewar abhi bhi chupchap khadi thi.

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Landing ki purani tube light ne sabko ek saath pakda.
Chhe foot ka fasla. Left darwaza ek inch khula. Right poora khula hua, jahan se taaza paint, phenyl, aur chamakte naye furniture ki rich mehak nikal rahi thi. Aur theek beech mein khadi thi Vaishali—maang mein gahra laal sindoor, gale mein Vikram ke naam ka bhaari gold mangalsutra, aur wahi maroon pure silk saree jo subah se uske bhare jism par qaid thi. Sleeveless blouse ke deep cut mein uske rasile stan dhas rahe the, haathon ki mehendi ab thak kar kaali pad chuki thi, aur pallu uske kaanpte hue haath mein daba tha.
Vikram bag ke strap ke saath nahi khada tha—uska chauda panja khuleaam Vaishali ki nangi, chikni kamar par jama hua tha.
Angutha saree ki peti ke theek upar, soft maans ko zor se dabata hua—ek be-sharm, aam, maalikana haq. Society ki stairs se koi bhi padosi aate-jaate yeh dekh sakta tha.
Usne be-khauf aawaz mein kaha, jo poori landing par ghoonj gayi:
“Bua ko andar le chalte hain... thak gayi hain safar mein.”
Bua. Isi purani society ke floor par. Ramesh Pawar ke nameplate ke theek samne.
Arjun carton ke peeche pathar ki tarah khada raha. Ramesh counter pe thailiyan chhod kar threshold pe aa ruka tha—aankhen zameen ke cement par gadi hui. Aur left ke us ek inch ke chhed se Priya ka chehra jhaank raha tha.
Navy salwar, kheencha hua sukha bun, patle honth, aur haath khali. Usne Vaishali ko upar se neeche tak aisi kaatne wali nazar se naapa jaise subah marble pe naapa tha. Sindoor, locket ka wazan, blouse ke ubhaar par Vikram ka khula panja. Yeh koi bhabhi ke dukh wali nazar nahi thi; yeh hisaab ki nazar thi—yeh woh aurat hai jo mere hisse ke ameer ladke ke bistar pe ja rahi hai, aur iske badle iska saga beta ek saal baad meri maang bharega.
Vaishali ne pehle Arjun ko dekha. Uski thaki, laal aankhon mein ek poora kanooni sawal tha—Thaila andar gaya, 40 lakh cash aaya, 25 ka message aaya... ab is gair mard ka haath meri nangi kamar pe hai. Kab nikaaloge mujhe?
Phir usne Priya ko dekha. Priya ne aage badhkar koi rasta nahi roka. Phir Ramesh ko dekha—jisne aakhri pal tak floor ki dhool hi dekhi.
Vikram ne use koi jhatke se dhakka nahi diya. Usne aaram se kamar par pakad banaye hue use guide kiya. Vaishali ke pairon ne chhe foot ka fasla paar kiya. Maroon silk saree ka gher chaukhat ke paar phisla. Pairon mein koi payal nahi thi, bas uski bhaari, dabi hui saansein thi.
Ramesh ne apni 20 saal purani biwi ka naam nahi liya. Arjun ne “Ma” keh kar aawaz nahi di. Priya ne “Bhabhi” keh kar darwaza nahi khola. Landing ki deewaron ne sirf Vikram ka bol suna—bua, andar.
Right wala flat layout mein Ramesh ke flat ka bilkul ulta, ek accurate mirror-image tha. Par andar ka mahol unke purane, seelan-bhare 2BHK se zameen-aasman alag tha. Vikram ke uncle ne paisa paani ki tarah bahaya tha—poora furnished flat. Naye modular wooden cabinets, hall mein gehra wine-red leather sofa set, bada smart TV, false ceiling ke andar se aati warm yellow profile lights, aur kitchen mein granite counter ke upar chimney aur modern appliances. Layout wahi unka purana ghar tha, par vibes kisi luxury boutique hotel jaisi thi.
Vikram use sidha hall se nikal kar peeche wale master bedroom ki taraf le gaya, haath abhi bhi uski kamar ke soft maans ko daba raha tha.
“Yeh wala master bedroom hamara hai, Meera. Khidki peeche shaft pe khulti hai... shaam ko achhi thandi hawa aati hai.”
Khidki ventilation shaft pe khulti thi—andhera courtyard, drainage ke motey pipes, aur saamne ek purani lohe ki jaali.
Ussi waqt darwaze par payal ki tez chhan-chhan hui.
Vikram ki do cousin behnein, jo doosri gaadi se aayi thi, haathon mein taaza gulaab ke phoolon ki thailiyan, mogre ki mehakti ladiyaan, aur perfumed candles lekar andar daakhil hui.
“Bhabhi! Bhaiyya! Rukiye, pehle room toh decorate karne dijiye!”
Dono ladkiyon ne aakar master bedroom ka charge le liya. Unhone double bed ke headboard par safed mogre ki ladiyan lapeti. Bistar par wahi bungalow se aayi hui orange-safed mehangi satin razai bichi thi. Us satin bedsheet ke upar unhone laal gulaab ki taaza pankhudiyan bikher di, beech mein do dil banaye, aur side tables par scented lavender candles jala di.
Bandra ke bungalow se laya gaya naya, bhaari king-size bed ab ek aisi suhaagrat ki sej ban chuka tha jo poore kamre ko mogre aur aag ki mehak se bhar rahi thi.
Cousin ne taali bajate hue Vaishali ko dekha, “Dekhiye Meera bhabhi, bilkul movie jaisa bedroom lag raha hai na? Bhaiyya, ab aapka room ready hai!”
Vaishali ne us phoolon se ladi sej ko dekha toh uske roongte khade ho gaye. 42 saal ki umar mein uske liye ek aisi nangi, phoolon wali suhaagrat sajayi gayi thi jiska dulha uske bete ki umar ka tha.
Arjun bacha hua carton master bedroom ke darwaze tak laya, kyunki rakhne ki jagah wahi thi. Carton rakhte waqt achanak uski nazar khidki ki us jaali par gayi.
Jaali ke theek left side, bilkul same line, same unchai par ek doosri khidki thi—uski apni khidki. Ussi purane lohe ke frame par college ke dino ka ek adha-phata Marvel sticker chipka hua tha.
Samajh thodi der se aayi, par aate hi Arjun ki reedh ki haddi jam gayi.
Unke left flat ka layout uske dimaag mein chha gaya. Papa ka master bedroom aage tha, shaft se bilkul door. Aur Arjun ka apna personal bedroom peeche tha—isi shaft par, jiska single bed isi wall ke theek us paar sata kar rakha gaya tha.
Naap agar koi feete se karta: Vikram aur Vaishali ka yeh naya mogre se saja hua double bed, aur Arjun ka apna akela bistar—dono ke headboards bilkul aamne-saamne the. Beech mein sirf nau inch ki purani brick aur plaster ki deewar thi, jisme se paani ki pipe line guzarti thi.
Arjun ke pair zameen mein gad gaye. Carton usne palang ke foot-end par aise patka jaise koi bhaari laash rakh di ho. Vikram ne uski phati hui aankhein nahi dekhi. Aur Vaishali ne khidki ke us paar ka connection nahi samjha; usne bas us phoolon wali sej ko dekha aur socha yeh deewar kisi bhi anjaan flat ki aam deewar hai.
Ramesh hall ke darwaze par hi thehar gaya tha. Master bedroom ki taraf dekhne ki usme himmat nahi thi. Usne bas apne bete ko us phoolon se sajte kamre ke chaukhat par khada dekha, aur aankhein chura li.
Vikram ne cousins ko has kar thanks kaha aur purse se unhe shagun ke note diye. Phir Arjun se bola, “Baaki saman tempo se nikaalna hai bhai. Tu do minute ruk, main neeche se baaki bags le aata hoon.”
Vikram aur cousins kamre se nikal kar stairs ki taraf utar gaye.
Teen log aur ek aurat. Do darwaze.
Yeh unka aakhri public parda tha jo ab girne ja raha tha.
Vaishali master bedroom ke darwaze par palat kar khadi hui, taaki hall ke paar se landing dikh sake. Maang ka taaza sindoor, chhati ke beech baitha bhaari mangalsutra, aur khule jet-black baal. Usne Arjun se munh khol kar nahi kaha ki mujhe yahan se le chalo. Usne bas ek aakhri, kaanpti hui nazar uske chehre par daali.
Arjun ne carton ka kinara pakad kar bas apna sar jhuka liya. Ramesh ne apne jooton ko theek karne ka natak kiya jo pehle se theek the.
Left darwaze ke peeche se Priya ki kheenchi hui aawaz aayi, dabi hui par kadwi:
“Darwaza band karo Ramesh... log dekh rahe hain bahar se.”
Ramesh ne left darwaze ke handle ko pakda. Ek pal ke liye usne wahi ek inch ka chhed chhod diya, phir sharm, 40 lakh ki moti daulat aur be-basi ke darr se usne kundi andar se poori band kar li.
Thud. Left darwaza band ho gaya.
Right ke naye, furnished flat ki warm profile lights mein Vaishali akeli khadi reh gayi. Uske theek aage Arjun khada tha—carton ke bagal mein, usi deewar ke samne jo theek uske apne sirhane ki deewar thi.
Arjun ne us pal yeh nahi socha ki yahan se aawaz kahan tak jaayegi. Usne bas ghoor kar dekha—yeh uska apna kamra tha, bilkul ulta, aur ab kisi aur mard ki sej ban chuka tha.
Seedhiyon par Vikram ke bhaari jooton ki aawaz wapas aane lagi. Tempo wale ko paise dene ki aawaz, watchman ke saath mardana hasi.
Landing poori tarah sunsaan ho gayi.
Vaishali ke liye walk of shame yahin khatam hui—chhe foot ka faasla, kamar par chhoota hua gair panja, do alag nameplates, aur woh nau inch ki deewar jo ab uske sagi kokh se janam lene wale bete ke bistar se jud chuki thi.
Right ka naya lakdi ka darwaza andar se Vikram ne kheench kar band kar diya.
Click. Kundi lag gayi.
Left flat ke andar Priya ne hall ke TV ka volume jaan-boojh kar do point aur badha diya. Right flat ke master bedroom mein mogre ke phoolon se saji satin razai hawa mein phail gayi.
Aur dono bistaron ke beech ki woh purani plaster wali deewar... abhi ke liye bilkul khamosh thi.




Right darwaze ki kundi lagne ke theek das minute baad, neeche courtyard se tempo wale ke chillane ki aawaz aayi.

Raat ke extra charges aur lift band hone ka lafda tha. Watchman beech-bachaav kar raha tha, aur unki teekhi marathi behas seedhi shaft se hokar second floor ki landing tak gunj rahi thi. Vikram ne master bedroom se nikalte hue jhatke se apna wallet uthaya. Uski aawaz stairs par utarte hue be-khauf aur halki hasi ke saath gunji, “Ruko baba, main aata hoon neeche!”
Bhaari jooton ke kadam seedhiyon se neeche utarte gaye—pehle pehla floor, phir ground, phir gate ka lohe ka barrier.
Bees minute ka waqt tha. Zyada se zyada pachees.
Master bedroom ke mogre aur scented candles ki madmast mehak se nikal kar Vaishali dabi hui saanson ke saath hallway mein aayi aur shoe-rack ke paas thithak gayi.
Maroon banarasi silk abhi bhi uske jism par lipti hui thi. Sleeveless blouse ke andar uske bhaari stan har tez saans ke saath upar-neeche phool rahe the. Gale mein Vikram ka naya, bhaari gold mangalsutra thanda hokar uski cleavage mein baitha tha, aur maang ka taaza laal sindoor uske maathe par kisi daag ki tarah chamak raha tha. Uska chhota purana bag abhi bhi jooton ke rack ke theek bagal mein zameen par pada tha—jaise use abhi bhi yahan se bhaagna ho.
Arjun hall ke unchaai tak lage cartons ke peeche se nikla. Uska chehra peela tha.
Aur theek usi pal, left wale flat ka darwaza halka sa karka aur Ramesh right wale naye flat ke threshold par dakhil hua. Teenon log chaukhat aur shoe-rack ke beech us chhotey se chhappar mein aakar thehar gaye. Kisi ke paas baithne ka waqt nahi tha; baithna ek mehmaan-nawazi ban jaata. Yeh bas ek saazish ka aakhri chori-chhipe mila lamha tha.
Bahar landing sunsaan thi. Par left flat ke andar se TV ka volume jaan-boojh kar itna uncha rakha gaya tha ki landing par khade kisi padosi ko inke phusphusane ki aahat na mile. Priya ki woh badle-bhari chuppi aur TV ka shor is waqt anjaane mein unki dhaal ban chuka tha.
Arjun ne baat shuru ki. Munh se “Ma” nahi nikla. Tube light ke is naye daayre mein ab yeh shabd bolna bhi kisi jurm jaisa lag raha tha. Uski aawaz bilkul dabi hui, par tez aur kanooni hisaab jaisi thi:
“Yeh sab permanent nahi hai. Meri baat dhyan se sun. Register mein naam phas gaya hai, token phasa hai, Papa ke paas ka cash aur account mein aaya 25 lakh—uncle kanoon ki aisi deewar khadi kar chuka hai ki hum abhi khul kar cheekh nahi sakte. Par yeh sirf ek mahine ki baat hai. Zyada se zyada dedh mahina.”
Arjun ne aage badhkar Vaishali ke kaanpte hue haath ke paas apni ungliyan ruki:
“Hum papers nikaalenge. Paise ka hisaab karenge. Lawyer badlenge. Tujhe yahan se wapas us ghar mein kheench kar layenge. Tu bas tab tak tootna mat. Is flat ke andar jo bhi poochhe, Meera ban ke rehna. Kisi ke aage apna asli sach mat ugalna. Aur rahi baat Priya Mausi ki... toh usko humne poori tarah rok liya hai. Woh security officer ya thane nahi jayegi. Uski taraf se rasta saaf hai.”
Arjun ne woh sadak wali gandi deal nahi kholi. Ek saal baad shaadi, Dadar ka poora flat Mausi ke naam, 23 saal ka pati—yeh zehreela sach uske gale se bahar nahi nikla. Vaishali ke liye usne sirf itna chhod diya: Rok liya.
Ramesh ne aage badh kar apni biwi ke gale mein jhoolte us naye, do-lari wale bhaari mangalsutra ko dekha. Aisa laga jaise kisi ne uske apne zinda rehte uski aurat ki aabru par kisi gair mard ki zanjeer daal di ho. Uske coat ke andar subah wali paanch lakh ki thaili ka wazan abhi bhi paseene mein jal raha tha, aur bank se aaye 25 lakh ke message ki ghanti uske kaano mein goonj rahi thi.
Kamzor aadmi ka zameer us moti daulat ke neeche mar chuka tha, par aakhri dabi hui aawaz mein usne pashchatap ka jhootha parda khada kiya:
“Main weak pad gaya, Vaishali... Photo crop karne se lekar us paise ke thaili ko seene se lagane tak, main haar gaya. Mujhe maaf kar de. Par main tujhe wapas launga. Thode din jo sehna pade, jhel le... Hum tujhe is doosre mard ke bistar par hamesha ke liye nahi chhodenge.”
Kamzor mard ka waada bhi currency ke numbers ki tarah khokhla hota hai. Vaishali ne un dono ko upar se neeche tak dekha.
Uski aankhein rone se laal thi, par aawaz mein ek ajeeb sa thanda, pathreela thehraav aa chuka tha. Usne apne pallu ko dono haathon se kas ke pakad rakha tha, taaki sleeveless blouse ke deep cut se jhankti uski bhari chhati unke samne thodi kam nangi lage.
“Main manage kar lungi,” Vaishali ne daant bheenchte hue ek-ek lafz chaba kar kaha. “Par tum dono jaldi kuch karna. Main is ghar mein aur is ladke ke aage zyada din nahi tik paungi. Jo bhi yahan aayega, main Meera hi rahungi. Register pe Meera hai, toh main Meera ka hi natak karungi. Par yaad rakhna, Arjun... subah tum dono late ho gaye the, aur us aadhay ghante ki deri ne mere gale mein yeh naya mangalsutra daal diya. Ab is ek mahine ko do mahina mat banana.”
Uske andar ab koi vishwas nahi bacha tha. Par dubte hue insaan ko jaise tinke ka sahara chahiye hota hai, waise hi uske liye ek mahina ek aakhri rassi ban chuka tha. Usne us rassi ko kisi teekhi dawai ki tarah apne gale ke andar utaar liya.
Arjun ne foran sar hilaya. “Main roz aaunga. Landing par khada rahunga. Jo bhi chahiye hoga, laakar dunga.”
“Mera phone unke paas hai,” Vaishali ne sakt aawaz mein roka. “Koi call nahi aayega. Tu khud aana. Apni shakal dikhana. Aur is deewar ke us paar baith kar yeh mat maan lena ki sab theek ho gaya aur khel khatam ho gaya.”
Vaishali ne 'deewar' ka lafz sirf ek bhasha aur dori ke roop mein bola tha. Use zara sa bhi andaza nahi tha ki woh deewar koi kanooni ya door ki baat nahi thi—woh theek uske master bedroom ke bistar ke peeche, uske sagi kokh se janam lene wale bete ke sirhane se chipki hui nau inch ki nangi plaster thi.
Ramesh ka haath aage badha, apni biwi ke nange gore kandhe ko chhoone ke liye. Par beech mein Vikram ke naam ka woh bhaari gold locket chamak utha. Ramesh ka haath hawa mein hi ruk gaya, aur sharm ke maare wapas neeche gir gaya.
“Hum sab theek karenge, Vaishali.”
Neeche stairs par bhaari jooton ke chhadne ki thap-thap aawaz achanak shuru ho gayi. Vikram ki mardana hasi, tempo wale ko shant karne ka ghamand, aur watchman ko di gayi aakhri aawaz—“Arrey Kaku ko bhi bol dena, kal mithai bhejunga!”
Teenon log ek jhatke mein aise alag hue jaise kisi aaine ke tukde bikhar gaye hon.
Arjun tezi se hall ke cartons ke peeche chhup gaya. Ramesh ne ek lambe kadam mein threshold paar kiya aur apne flat ke darwaze ke peeche ghus gaya. Darwaza bina kisi aawaz ke aahiste se band hua.
Vaishali jhatpat shoe-rack se palti aur master bedroom ke darwaze ki taraf badhi.




Vikram darwaze ke frame mein dakhil hua. Haath mein bache hue do cartons, maathe par halka paseena, aur chehre par wahi 24 saal ke taze mard ki jeet wali muskaan.

“Arjun bhai kahan gaya? Chalo accha hai nikal gaya. Bua ko ab rest karne do, family ki bohot madad ho gayi.”
Arjun ne cartons ke peeche se nikal kar bas ek feeki, khokhli smile di, “Haan Vikram bhai... main chalta hoon. Subah milte hain.”
Ramesh ke flat ki kundi andar se lagne ki halki click aawaz aayi. Arjun landing paar karke apne ghar mein ghusa aur darwaza band ho gaya.
Vikram ne dono cartons master bedroom ke bistar ke foot-end par patak diye. Kamre ke andar mogre aur gulaab ke phoolon ki mehak hawa mein phaili hui thi.
Vikram ne palat kar peeche se Vaishali ko dekha. Uske dono chaude, taaqatvar haath aage badhe aur bina kisi jhijhak ke Vaishali ki nangi, chikni kamar ko pallu ke upar se kas kar pakad liya. Usne Vaishali ko apne seene se sataate hue, uski gardan ke paas apna chehra jhukaya:
“Chalo Meera... sab log chale gaye. Ab yeh poora ghar sirf hamara hai.”
Vaishali ne uski chhati ya uske haath ki taraf nahi dekha. Uski aankhein master bedroom ke us darwaze par tiki rahi jo ab hamesha ke liye band ho chuka tha.
Ek mahina. Bas ek mahina manage karna hai. Jaldi aana, Arjun.
Woh rassi behad kachi, geeli aur tooti hui thi. Par Vaishali ne apni aabru bachaane ke liye use dono haathon se kas ke pakad liya tha.




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Left wale darwaze ki kundi lagne ki aawaz kab ki thandhi pad chuki thi.
Stairs par ab kisi ke jooton ki thap-thap nahi thi; tempo wala chala gaya tha, society ka chowkidar neeche lohe ka main gate band kar chuka tha, aur is naye flat ke darwaze par andar se bhari brass ki chain lag chuki thi. Bahar ki duniya, Dadar ki sadak, aur woh teenon log jo subah se is khel ka hissa the—Ramesh, Arjun, aur Priya—ab us nau inch ki deewar ke us paar simat chuke the.
Vaishali hall ke beechon-beech khadi rahi.
Jism par wahi subah ki maroon banarasi silk saree lipti thi, sleeveless blouse ke deep-cut gale se uske bhare, unche sthan har saans ke saath ubhar rahe the, gale mein Vikram ka naya bhaari mangalsutra latak raha tha, maang mein sookha hua sindoor ek laal daag jaisa tha, aur haathon par rachi mehendi thakawat se kaali pad chuki thi.
Vikram ne darwaze ki latch lagane ke baad peeche mudkar jootey utaare. Kalai se mehangi gold watch nikaal kar dining table ke kanch par rakhi—halki si thak aawaz aayi. Phir usne seedhe khade hokar Vaishali ko dekha.
Woh nazar kisi mehmaan ko dekhne wali nahi thi; woh kisi aisi cheez ko dekhne wali nazar thi jise bazaar se poori keemat chukakar, sabke saamne sign karwa ke, aakhirkaar chaar deewari ke andar akela paa liya gaya ho. Uski aankhon mein 24 saal ke jawan mard ki woh bhookh thi jo pichle do hafte se phone ki screen par, corridor ke kone mein, aur haldi ki chowki par ghut rahi thi.
Vaishali ke dimaag ke andar bache-khuche saare raste ek-ek karke band ho rahe the. Doosra chhota kamra? Wahan koi kundi nahi thi. Sir dard ka bahaana? Aise jawan mard ke aage yeh bahaana do minute nahi tikta. Arjun ki di hui rassi—“ek mahina, bas manage kar le”—is khali, bandh flat ke sannate mein bilkul khokhli lag rahi thi. Register par Meera ka naam tha, gale mein Vikram ka daala hua sona tha, aur darwaza uski apni jeb se nikli chabhi se band tha.
Usne apne pallu ko dono haathon se kas kar pakda aur bilkul seedhi, thar-tharati aawaz mein kaha:
“Main bohot thak gayi hoon... subah se dimag theek nahi hai. Tum... tum jaakar us master bedroom mein so jao. Main yahan hall ke sofa par let jaungi. Kal subah jo baat karni hogi, aaram se karenge.”
Vikram ke honthon par ek dheemi, be-sharm hasi phail gayi. Usne do lambe kadam aage badhaye.
“Hall mein? Shaadi wali raat ko meri biwi hall ke sofa par soyegi?” Vikram uske itna kareeb aa gaya ki uski chhati Vaishali ke nange kandhon se bas do ungli door thi. “Register par sign ho chuka hai, Meera. Gale mein mera mangalsutra hai. Yeh flat mera hai, aur woh phoolon se saja hua palang hamara hai.”
Vaishali ne darr kar ek kadam peeche liya. Saree ka pallu usne apne bhare hue seene par aur kheench liya, taaki cleavage thodi chhip sake.
“Naam register pe likh diya hai, yeh main jaanti hoon... par phir bhi, aaj nahi. Subah se bohot ajeeb tamasha hua hai, mera shareer aur dimaag dono tayyar nahi hain. Mujhe thoda waqt do... main aadat daal lungi. Par aaj raat... please, aaj nahi.”
Vikram ruk nahi raha tha. Uske jism se mehnge deodrant, thode se paseene, aur jawan mard ki garam aanch nikal rahi thi. Uski aawaz mein koi gussa nahi tha, par ek aisi dabi hui gandi zidd thi jo kisi inkaar ko sunti hi nahi:
“Waqt photo dekhne ke din se de raha hoon tumhe. Pehle din se jab screen pe zoom kiya tha, tab se wait kar raha hoon. Hallway mein sirf door se dekha, haldi pe thodi si kamar chhoone ko mili. Aaj waqt khatam ho gaya hai, Meera. Aaj raat koi udhaar nahi chalega.”
Vaishali ke seene mein dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha jaise haddiyan tod dega. Usne ek aakhri bahaana dhoondha—nahaana. Paani. Kapde badalna. Kam se kam bees minute ka waqt mil jaayega, shayad tab tak yeh ladka bistar par thak kar aankh band kar le.
“Main... main pehle nahaane ja rahi hoon,” usne thar-tharate hothon se kaha. “Subah se haldi, paseena aur safar ki gandagi lagi hui hai. Naha kar fresh ho jaoon, phir dekhte hain.”
Vikram ki bhookhi nazar Vaishali ke sleeveless blouse ke ubhaar par ruki, aur phir poori maroon saree ke gher ko upar se neeche tak naapa. Uske chehre par ek gandi, rasili muskaan aayi.
“Naha le. Par ek baat dhyan se sun le—yeh maroon saree aur blouse nahaane ke baad wapas pehan kar bahar aana. Yahi joda chahiye mujhe. Main subah se isi maroon silk mein tujhe nanga karne ki planning kar raha hoon. Koi doosra purana kapda nikaal kar pehanna mat. Geeli ho toh geeli saree hi lapet kar aana, par aana isi mein.”
Vaishali ka gala sookh kar kaanta ho gaya.
Nahaana koi azaadi nahi raha. Yeh nahaana toh uske jism ko usi jode mein dho kar laana tha jisme usne Dadar ke flat mein chai parosi thi, jisme usne register par sign kiya tha, aur jisme uske apne bete ne use landing par doosre mard ke haathon mein dekha tha.
Usne bas dabi hui saans mein kaha, “Thoda garam paani kar leti hoon.”
Woh tezi se master bedroom ke attached bathroom ke andar ghusi aur darwaza andar se band kar diya. Par bathroom ke darwaze par koi mazboot kundi nahi thi—bas ek aam plastic ka latch tha jo ek dhakke mein khul sakta tha.
Usne nal khola. Paani ki dhaar phar-phar karke balti mein girne lagi.
Usne kaanpte haathon se maroon silk saree ka pallu kandhe se giraya. Petticoat ki dori dheeli ki, silk ka bhaari kapda phisal kar zameen par gira. Peeth ke peeche haath le jaakar sleeveless blouse ke chaaron hooks khole.
Jab usne bra utari, toh uske dono heavy, rasile gore breasts azaad hokar aage jhuk gaye—42 saal ki umar ke bawajood unka bhaari wazan aur unke nipple ka dark tanav abhi bhi ek behisaab garmi liye hue tha. Collarbone ka til, nangi choudi kamar, aur soft pet ka fold bathroom ke sheeshe mein bilkul nanga dikh raha tha.
Gale mein Vikram ka naya mangalsutra latak raha tha. Usne use utaarne ke liye haath badhaya, par ruk gayi—ise utaarne ka matlab tha ki woh ladka aur bhadak jaayega, aur ise pehan kar nahaana yeh jata raha tha ki woh ab sach mein kisi ki bandhi hui aurat ban chuki thi.
Usne thande-garam paani ke magge apne jism par udele. Bleach ki galat paleness gaalon se dhul kar behne lagi, aur uski asli, dabi hui wheatish skin wapas jhalakne lagi. Paani ki dhaar uske bhaari stanon ke beech se hoti hui pet ke fold aur hips tak beh rahi thi. Usne socha—kapde yahi chhod doon, towel lapet kar nikal aaoon. Par use pata tha ki agar usne inkaar kiya, toh woh ladka darwaza tod kar andar ghusne mein ek second nahi lagayega.
Usne geela badan aadha-adhura ponchha. Wahi sleeveless maroon blouse uthaya. Geeli, garam chamdi par jab usne woh kapda kheencha, toh kapda uske bhaari stanon se chipak gaya. Sweetheart neckline ke upar se dono gore gole aadhe se zyada bahar dhas aaye, cleavage aur gehari ho gayi. Geeli kamar par maroon silk saree ko wapas baandha. Geela kapda uski chaudi hips aur thighs par aise chipak gaya jaise chamdi se chipka ho.
Sheeshe mein usne apna chehra dekha. Baal poori tarah geelay the, peeth par bikhre hue. Maang ki sindoor paani se beh kar thodi phail chuki thi, aur naya gold mangalsutra geeli chhati par chamak raha tha. 42 saal ki maa is geeli maroon saree mein kisi 35 saal ki pyasi, nangi dulhan se kam nahi lag rahi thi.
Usne darwaza khola.
Vikram master bedroom ke darwaze ke theek samne khada tha. Kurte ke saare buttons usne khol diye the, andar se uski chaudi mardana chhati nangi dikh rahi thi, aur aankhon mein aisi garmi thi jaise kisi bhookhe janwar ke aage taaza shikar aa gaya ho.
Geeli maroon silk mein lipti Vaishali ko dekhte hi Vikram ke munh se ek gehri, garam saans nikli.
Geela kapda uske dono heavy breasts par itna tight baitha tha ki bra na pehanne ki wajah se uske dark nipples ka ubhaar kapde ke paar se saaf jhalak raha tha. Geelay baalon se paani ki boondein tapak kar uske nange gore kandhon, collarbone ke til, aur deep cleavage ke andar beh rahi thi. Kamar ka soft hissa saree ke geelaypan se aur zyada chikna aur ubhra hua lag raha tha.



Vikram ke honthon par aag phail gayi. “Yahi... bilkul yahi chahiye tha mujhe. Idhar aa.”
Vaishali ne darr kar do kadam peeche liye, aawaz mein aakhri bachi hui laachar maryada thi:
“Kapda bohot geela hai... chipak raha hai. Main pehle sookha kapda pehan leti hoon, thand lag jaayegi.”
“Nahi,” Vikram ki aawaz bhaari aur dabi hui aayi. “Koi doosra kapda nahi chhuayegi tu.”
Woh aage badha. Usne seedhe gale par haath nahi daala—usne apne dono chaude, garam haath Vaishali ki geeli, chikni kamar par rakh diye. Dono anguthe uske soft pet ke maans mein dhas gaye, bilkul us jagah jahan saree ki peti ka geela kapda kamar ko daba raha tha. Ek taaqatwar mardana pakad, jaise koi shikar ko dono haathon se thaam leta hai.
Phir uske haath dheere-dheere upar sarakne lage. Ribs ke upar se hote hue, uske dono haath Vaishali ke bhare hue stanon ke theek neeche ke fold tak pahunche. Usne poora nahi dabaya—sirf unke bhaari wazan aur unke garam gher ko apni ungliyon ke poron se naapa. Doosra haath pallu ko kandhe se hata kar Vaishali ki nangi, geeli peeth par chala gaya.
Vaishali ka poora jism ek second mein pathar ki tarah akad gaya. Uske roongte khade ho gaye.
“Haath hatao apna... aisi be-sharmi mat karo!”
“Be-sharmi?” Vikram uske itna kareeb jhuka ki uske garam honth Vaishali ke kaan ke parde se takraye. Uski aawaz mein koi filmi pyaar ya tameez nahi thi; ekdam nangi, gandi aur mardana aag thi:
“Itne hafton se teri us cropped photo ko dekh-dekh kar bistar par muth maari hai maine, samjhi? Hallway mein bas door se dekha tha toh lund phatne ko ho gaya tha. Haldi par bas thodi si kamar mili thi. Aur aaj tu poori geeli hokar meri silk saree mein mere bistar ke aage khadi hai. Ab kis baat ki sharm aa rahi hai tujhe? Main tera kanooni pati hoon ab. Yeh mera haq hai, aur tera yeh poora bhara hua jism ab se mera hai... neeche se lekar in—”
Vikram ke haath ne aage badhkar maroon blouse ke deep cut ke kinare ko pakda aur ek jhatke mein halka sa aage kheencha. Vaishali ka aadha nanga, bhaari gora breast blouse se bahar jhankne laga, aur Vikram ne use ek ungli se daba kar wapas chhod diya.
“—in bhari chhatiyon tak, sab mera hai aaj raat.”
Vaishali ke dono gaal sharm aur gusse se laal pad gaye. 42 saal ki umar, beta theek us deewar ke us paar soya hua, aur uske bete ki umar ka yeh 24 saal ka ladka uske jism ke ek-ek hisse ko itni gandi bhasha mein bol kar naap raha tha.
“Aise gande lafz mat bolo... maine aisi baatein kabhi nahi suni. Mujhe... mujhe sharm aati hai yeh sab sun kar!”
Vikram ek halki si be-parwah hasi hasa aur uske honthon ke itna kareeb aa gaya ki uski garam saans Vaishali ke honthon ko geela karne lagi.
“Pati se sharm kaisa, Meera? Register pe sign kiya hai na tune? Yeh mangalsutra tere gale mein mere haathon se gaya hai na? Agar tu sharmayegi, toh main aur zyada chhodunga tujhe. Bol, kahan-kahan sharm aati hai tujhe? Yahan?”
Vikram ka haath jhatke se neeche gaya aur usne geeli maroon saree ke upar se hi Vaishali ki choudi, bhaari gaand ke dono golon ko apne chaude panje mein bhar kar zor se daboch liya.
Vaishali ke munh se ek dabi hui saans nikli: “Ahh...”


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Yahan sharm aati hai?” Vikram ka doosra haath wapas upar aaya aur usne blouse ke upar se hi uske daayein heavy breast ko poora mutthi mein bhar kar squeeze kiya. “Bol na! Aaj raat ek baar nahi chhodunga tujhe... poori raat tere is mature jism ko nichodunga main.”
Vaishali ne ghabra kar uski dono mazboot kalaiyon ko apne haathon se pakad liya. Par uski pakad mein koi taaqat nahi thi; woh bas ek bebas aurat ki laachar guzaarish thi:
“Dheere karo... main tayyar nahi hoon sach mein. Aisi gandi language mat bolo mere aage... main ek gharelu aurat hoon, aisi aurat nahi jo—”
“Ab tu sirf meri aurat hai,” Vikram ne uski baat ko beech mein hi kaat diya, uski aankhon mein nasha chadh chuka tha. “Ghar aur sanskar us deewar ke us paar chhoot gaye. Yahan tu Meera hai, meri biwi hai. Yeh sharmana band kar ab.”
Vikram ka haath kisi bhookhe bhediye ki tarah uske jism par ghoomne laga. Pehle uski nangi, geeli peeth par ungliyan phiri, phir saree ke pallu ko jhatak kar uske soft pait ke maans ko masla, aur phir uska haath seedha peeth ke peeche blouse ke sabse oopar wale hook par jaakar tika.
Uski saansein itni garam ho chuki thi ki woh Vaishali ki gardan, collarbone ke us kaale til, aur mangalsutra ke locket ke upar lagataar lag rahi thi. Usne abhi gehra kiss nahi kiya tha, par uski naak aur hoth lagataar Vaishali ki geeli, bleached chamdi ko chaatne ke andaaz mein chhoo rahe the.
Vaishali ki aankhein behkar saamne us dividing deewar par gayi.
Us purani plaster wali deewar ke theek us paar uska apna saga beta, Arjun, bistar par let kar chhat ghoor raha hoga.
Ek mahina... 40 lakh cash... 25 lakh ka bank transfer... Dadar ka flat... aur Arjun ki jaan.
Sharm, ghin, darr, aur uske jism ke andar anjaane mein jaagne wali ek ajeeb si laachar tapish ne use poori tarah jakad liya tha.
Usne aakhri baar, bilkul tooti hui aawaz mein Vikram ke seene par haath rakh kar kaha:
“Aaj raat rehne do na... thoda sa wait kar lo. Kapde toh sookhne do kam se kam... kal aaram se—”
Vikram ne uski baat poori nahi hone di.
Usne apne dono haathon se Vaishali ke chehre ko pakda, aur bina ek pal ka waqt diye, apna garam, chauda munh seedhe Vaishali ke bhare hue, rasile honthon par daba diya.

Geeli maroon silk saree abhi bhi Vaishali ke jism par lipti hui thi jab uske kaanpte honthon se aakhri baar ek bebas lafz nikla tha—“wait.”
Par Vikram ne uski aawaz ka jawab kisi baat se nahi diya. Usne jawab seedha apne munh se diya.
Chumma behad hard tha. Usme koi narm romance ya shadi ka sasta riwaaz nahi tha; usme ek bhookhe mard ka jhatka tha. Vikram ke garam, sakht honthon ne Vaishali ke geele, kaanpte hothon ko be-dardi se daboch liya. Daant aapas mein takraye, aur Vaishali ki saans ek jhatke mein band ho gayi. Vaishali ne darr kar Vikram ki mazboot kalaiyon ko pakda, uski pathar jaisi chhati ko peeche dhakelne ki koshish ki, par uske munh ke andar se sirf toote hue lafz nikal kar Vikram ke gale mein hi dab gaye:
“Nahi—sun—aaj raat nahi—”
Vikram ne ek lafz nahi suna. Uska ek chauda haath Vaishali ki peeth par gaya, geeli banarasi silk ke kapde ko mutthi mein jakda, aur doosre haath se use master bedroom ke andar ek zor ka dhakka diya.
Woh seedha palang par nahi gayi. Pehle deewar aayi.
Wahi purani eent aur plaster wali dividing wall—jiske theek doosri taraf Arjun ke bistar ka headboard chipka hua tha.
Vaishali ke nange, geele kandhe ki haddi thandi deewar ke plaster se zor se takrayi. Gale mein latakta Vikram ke naam ka naya bhaari gold mangalsutra uske seene par ulat kar chhanak gaya. Eent ki thandak ne uski garam, bheegi chamdi mein ek jhanjhanahat daudayi.
Usne apna munh jhatak kar alag kiya, saans phooli hui thi, aankhen khauf se phati hui:
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“Itna zor mat karo... main... kapde—”
“Kapda tab tak yahi rahega jab tak main na bolun,” Vikram ki aawaz uske chehre par aag ki tarah lag rahi thi.
Usne ek jhatke mein maroon silk ka pallu kandhe se kheench kar zameen par phenk diya. Mogre ke phoolon ki mehak aur scented candles ki madmast roshni mein Vaishali ka sleeveless blouse bilkul khula dikh raha tha. Vikram ka doosra chauda haath seedha Vaishali ki peeth ke peeche gaya.
Pehla hook khula—tak. Doosra hook khula.
Vaishali ne apne dono haath peeth ke peeche le jaakar Vikram ki chaudi ungliyon ko nochte hue rokne ki koshish ki. Uski aawaz ek dabi hui ghutan ban chuki thi:
“Mat khol... please! Main keh rahi hoon na... nahi—”
Par teesra aur chautha hook ek jhatke mein khul gaya.
Sleeveless maroon blouse aage se do tukdon ki tarah phail kar dono kandhon se phisal gaya.
Neeche wahi geeli, cream rang ki gharelu bra bachi thi—bhaari, paani se bheegi hui, jiske cups Vaishali ke 42 saal ke heavy, rasile breasts ke wazan se neeche ko dhas rahe the.
Vikram ne bra ke cups ko foran nahi utaara. Woh do second ke liye ruk gaya. Uski aankhein aisi chamki jaise kisi juaari ko uska sabse bada inaam mil gaya ho.
Warm profile lights aur candles ki peeli aanch mein Vaishali ka poora seena nanga ubhar raha tha. Wheatish skin ke upar se bleach ki paleness paani ke saath dhul chuki thi; asli, gharelu aurat ka makhan jaisa gora jism samne tha. Bhaari breasts ke gol aakar geeli bra ke patle kapde ko itni taaqat se stretch kar rahe the ki unke theek beech se dark nipples ka ubhra hua saaya saaf jhalak raha tha. Left collarbone par woh gehra kaala til bilkul akele nanga khada tha, aur maang mein laal sindoor paani se halka sa phail kar maathe tak aa gaya tha.
Yeh koi cropped photo nahi thi. Yeh computer screen par zoom ki gayi tasveer nahi thi. Yeh woh 38 saal ki Meera banakar bechi gayi aurat thi jo ab asli haddiyon, maans aur tapish ke saath Vikram ke haathon ke neeche qaid thi.
Vaishali ne sharm ke maare jhatke se apne dono nange haath apne seene par cross kiye, un bhari golon ko chhipane ki koshish ki:
“Itna nanga mat karo... kam se kam light band kar do... koi dekh—”
Vikram ne uski suni hi nahi. Uske mazboot panje ne Vaishali ke dono haathon ko kalaiyon se pakad kar deewar ke saath upar daba diya, aur doosre haath se geeli bra ke back-hooks ko ek jhatke mein noch kar khol diya.
Dono cups neeche gir gaye.
Vaishali ke dono heavy, rasile gore breasts azaad hokar hawa mein khul gaye—bhaari, bhare hue, geelay jism se chipke hue nahi, balki nange, garam aur roshni ke neeche kaanpte hue. Dark brown rang ke bade areola, nipples thand aur darr ki wajah se kade ho kar tan chuke the, aur unka gher 42 saal ki maa hone ke bawajood behad bhara-poora aur rasila tha.
Vikram ke seene se ek aisi bhari, mardana saans nikli jaise uske andar koi janwar jaag gaya ho. Uski aankhon ki putliyan phail gayi.
Vaishali ke gale se cheekh nikalne hi wali thi, par theek usi pal uske dimaag ke parde par us dividing wall ka khauf zinda ho gaya. Usne apni poori taaqat se apni cheekh ko gale ke andar ghoont liya. Uski aawaz ek thar-tharati, dabi hui phusphusahat ban kar nikli:
“Haath hatao apna... koi sun lega! Deewar ke us paar log hain... next door ghar hai hamara! Aawaz mat nikaalo, main haath jodti hoon!”
“Kaun sunega?” Vikram ne apna poora chauda munh seedha Vaishali ke nange, gore baayein breast par phenk diya. “Tera bhatija Arjun? Sunne de... thak ke so gaya hoga woh!”
Vikram ke dono haathon ne ek saath Vaishali ke dono bhari stanon ko neeche se bhar kar mutthi mein jakad liya. Yeh koi aam chhuwan nahi thi; yeh ek mardana haq tha, ek qabza tha. Uske chaude anguthe dono nipples par ghoome, unhe masalte hue.
Aur phir uska munh shuru hua.
Garam jeebh ne Vaishali ke tanaav-bhare nipple ko lapeta, daant se halka sa kaata, aur poora areola munh ke andar kheench kar geela karke choosne laga. Ek nipple soojh kar laal ho gaya. Doosre pal usne doosre breast ko pakda aur use bhi usi bhookh se munh mein bhar liya.
Vaishali ka sar peechhe deewar par takraya. Uski aankhein dard, sharm aur jism mein daudti ek anjaani aag se band ho gayi. Uske haath jo Vikram ko dhakelne ke liye uthe the, woh kamzor padte gaye aur Vikram ke chaude kandhon par aakar jam gaye.
“Ahh—itna zor se mat... dheere karo... sunayi de jaayega kisi ko—”
Ek halki si moan uske munh se nikal gayi. Par usne foran apne neeche wale honth ko daanton se kaat liya, itni zor se ki khoon aane laga.
Uski kaanpti hui aankhein saamne us plaster ki deewar ko ghoorne lagi.
Kya Arjun sun raha hoga? Kya uske bistar tak yeh aawaz ja rahi hogi?
Deewar ke us paar se abhi koi aawaz nahi aayi thi—shayad wahan purane TV ki halki si sar-sarahat thi, shayad Priya ki saansein thi, ya shayad bilkul khamosh sannata. Vaishali ke dimaag mein Dadar flat ki landing, Ramesh ka jhuka hua sar, aur Arjun ke bistar par laga woh purana Marvel sticker ghoom gaya.
Vikram ne apna geela munh uske seene se uthaya. Uske honthon par Vaishali ke jism ki tapish aur mehak chamak rahi thi.
“Yeh sharmana band kar ab, Meera. Inko ab dhakne ki koshish mat karna... yeh raat bhar aise hi nange aur baahar rahenge mere aage.” Vikram ne dono stanon ko ek saath aapas mein daba diya, unki cleavage ke beech apna chehra ragadte hue garam saansein chhodne laga. “Kitne din se in bhari chhatiyon ka gher socha tha maine... aaj yeh mere munh mein hain. Tu meri kanooni biwi hai, samjhi? Chillana hai toh chilla. Sunega toh sunne de us Arjun ko bhi!”
“Nahi!” Vaishali ne dabi hui, gusse aur rone se bhari aawaz mein kaha. “Main nahi chillaungi... par tu bhi apni aawaz band rakh! Main mana nahi kar rahi hoon... main rukne ko nahi bol rahi... par itna zor mat karo! Agar kisi ne sun liya toh hamari saari izzat mitti mein mil jaayegi!”
Vikram ne uski ek baat nahi suni.
Usne doosra hard kiss seedha Vaishali ke honthon par jadd diya. Is baar uske haath nange breasts par the, unhe be-reham tareeqe se masalte hue. Uska doosra haath neeche gaya aur maroon silk saree ki geeli pleats ko pakad kar ek jhatke mein kamar se neeche gira diya.
Vaishali ka soft, gora pait bilkul nanga ho gaya. Geela petticoat uski chaudi hips par chipka hua tha.
Vaishali ki nangi peeth plaster wali deewar se lagataar ragad kha rahi thi. Beech mein latakta bhaari mangalsutra un dono ke dhaste hue jismon ke beech dab kar garam ho chuka tha.
Vaishali ne darr kar apne dono pair aapas mein jodne ki koshish ki, par Vikram ne foran apna ek ghutna aage daal kar uski dono taangon ko beech se chauda kar diya.
Abhi woh andar dakhil nahi hua tha.
Abhi sirf deewar thi, Vikram ka garam aur bhookha munh tha, Vaishali ke nange bhaari breasts the, aur us 42 saal ki maa ke seene ke andar ka woh khaufnak darr tha—ki har ek saans, har ek siski, aur is purani plaster ki deewar par padne wala har ek thud... theek uske sagi kokh se janam lene wale bete ke sirhane par jaakar gir raha tha.
Vaishali ne Vikram ke baalon ko pakda—pehle hataane ke liye, aur phir jism ki be-bas jalan mein sirf jakadne ke liye. Uski maang ka sindoor uske maathe par phail chuka tha, aur aankhon se nikla ek aansu uske gaal se fisal kar collarbone ke til par ja ruka.
Usne aakhri baar kachi, kaanpti aawaz mein kaan ke paas phusphusaya:
“Vikram... ruko na... deewar pe log hain—”
Vikram ne uske nipple ko daanton se halka sa kheench kar chhodte hue, uske kaan ke theek parde par gandi aur jeet-bhari aawaz mein kaha:
“Deewar ko jo sunna hai sunne de. Aaj raat toh teri shuruat bhi nahi hui hai abhi.”
Aur uska chauda, garam haath geeli saree ko hata kar, petticoat ke nade ke neeche... uski nangi jaanghon ke beech phisal gaya.

Blouse poora khul chuka tha. Dono heavy, rasile gore breasts bilkul azaad the, lamp ki madmast roshni mein chamakte hue; ek nipple Vikram ke daanto aur jeebh se geela, soojh kar laal aur tana hua tha. Vaishali ki nangi, gori peeth us thandi plaster wali deewar se sata kar dabi hui thi, jiske theek us paar uske sagi kokh se janam lene wale bete ka headboard laga tha.
Vikram ne ek kadam peeche liya—sirf isliye taaki is 42 saal ki bhari-poori aurat ke jism ko ek baar poori roshni mein nanga dekh sake.
Usne aage badh kar maroon silk saree ka gher dono haathon se uthaya, petticoat ki dori ko dheela kiya, aur geela kapda jhatak kar kamar ke upar kheencha. Petticoat uske nange gore pet par aakar thithak gaya. Vaishali ke dono ghutne, jo sharm se aapas mein jude the, Vikram ne apne dono chaude panjon se unhe be-dardi se chauda kar diya.
Light seedhi uske jism ke sabse gehre, niji hisse par padi.
Vikram ki aankhein wahi jam gayi.
Vaishali ki gori, bhaari thighs ka makhan jaisa gher, dono jaanghon ke beech ki gori narm ghaati, aur uske theek beech mein kaale, ghane, trimmed baalon ka halka sa ghera. Beech mein ek 42 saal ki mature, rasili aurat ki choudi, ubhri hui chut thi—gulabi-brown rang ke bhare hue, maansal honth, jo kisi 20 saal ki kachi ladki jaise sukhe nahi the, balki aurat ke jism ki poori rasdaari liye baithe the. Darr, ghabrahat, aur Vikram ke lagataar chhoone se uski chut ke lab bilkul sookhe nahi the; unke beech se kachi, chikni garmahat rasi hui thi.
Vikram ne ek pal ke liye rukh kar use dekha. Ek 38 saal ki unmarried ladki ke hisaab se yeh jism aur uski chut ka yeh bhara-poora roop kisi "pehli raat" jaisa an-chhua nahi lag raha tha.
Vikram ka chauda angutha aage badha. Usne chut ke dono maansal honthon ke theek beech ki line par halka sa dabaav daala.
Vaishali ka poora jism ek jhatke mein deewar ke plaster se akad gaya. Sar peeche takraya. Uske munh se ek dabi hui, gandi siski nikalne hi wali thi ki usne daant bheench liye:
“Mat dekho... light band karo na... koi—”
Vikram ne ungli nahi hatai. Usne uski aankhon mein dekha—aankhon mein gusse se zyada ek bhookhi, harami hairaani thi:
“Virgin nahi hai tu.”
Sawaal poora nahi tha; yeh ek kanooni pakad thi. Vaishali ki aankhein khauf aur sharm ke maare band ho gayi. Register par Meera likha tha, jo unmarried thi. Sach ugalne ka matlab tha ki yeh batana padta ki uski kokh se theek us deewar ke us paar soya hua ladka paida hua hai.
Vaishali ne darr, sharm aur aashkon se bhari aankhon ke saath aahiste se apna sar neeche-upar hilaya—ek dabi hui, laachar 'haan'.
Vikram kuch second tak uske chehre aur uski nangi chhati ko ghoorta raha. Phir uske honthon par ek gandi, vasiyat wali mardana muskaan phail gayi:
“Koi baat nahi... chalega. Main kaun sa naya banda hoon. Ab dekhte hain ki kitni tight bachi hai tu.”
Vikram ne apni ek chaudi ungli aage badhayi. Usne chut ke geele, garam chhed ke munh par ungli ghumayi, aur halka sa zor daal kar apni ek poori ungli uske andar dhasaa di.
“Aahhh—nhh—”
Vaishali ke munh se ek teekhi, geeli moan phat kar nikli. Usne foran dono haathon se apne hoth daba liye. Andar ki garmahat aur chiknaahat itni thi ki Vikram ki ungli aasaani se gehraai tak phisal gayi. Vikram ne ungli ko andar-baahar hilaate hue chut ke maans ko khinch kar dekha.
“Maza toh bohot hai isme...” Vikram ne ungli nikaali, uske kaan ke paas jhuka, aawaz bilkul dirty aur rasili: “Phir kisne kiya tha pehle? Bata na, Meera.”
Vaishali ne darr kar us plaster ki deewar ko dekha—jiske peeche uska beta soya tha. Usne ek toota hua, jhootha kissa nikaala:
“College... college ke dino mein. BF tha ek. Tab hua tha... Uske baad kabhi nahi. Bohot saal ho gaye... sach keh rahi hoon.”
Vikram ek zordar, dabi hui hasi hasa. Uski garam saans Vaishali ke nange breast aur kaan ke beech lagi:
“College ka ladka... aur itne saalo baad aisi shy ban kar baithi hai? Pehle se khuli hui mature aurat ka apna hi nasha hota hai. Sahi bola tu.”
Vikram ne ek jhatke mein apni belt kholi. Jeans aur underwear ko zameen par sarka diya.
Jaise hi uska lund baahar nikla, Vaishali ki saans gale mein atki ki atki reh gayi.
Lohe jaisa kaala-laal, 8 inch lamba, mota aur naso se bhara hua ek vishaal mardana lund—jo kisi sapole ki tarah tanaav mein jhatke le raha tha. Uske aage ek bada, chamakta hua supada tha jisme se kachi garmahat nikal rahi thi.
Vaishali ka gala sookh gaya. Uski 20 saal ki shaadi-shuda zindagi mein Ramesh ka ling behad sadharan, patla aur aam tha. Is 24 saal ke jawan gym-boy ke is vishaal lund ko dekh kar uski aatma kaanp uthi.
“Nahi... please, aaj rehne do!” Vaishali ne uske dono chaude kandhon par haath rakh kar poori taaqat se peeche dhakelne ki koshish ki, uski aankhon mein asli aatank tha. “Mujhe aadat nahi hai... bohot bada hai yeh... main nahi seh paungi!”
Vikram ne uske darr ko bilkul ignore kar diya. Usne aage badh kar apne lund ke garam supade ko Vaishali ki chut ke dono geele honthon par upar se neeche tak ghisna shuru kiya.
“Aadat abhi daal dunga, meri jaan...” Vikram ne uske bhare hue stan ko zor se masalte hue kaha. “Itna bhara hua makhan jaisa jism leke ghoom rahi hai, aur is par darr rahi hai?”
“Dheere... andar mat daalo... koi sun lega... deewar ke us paar—”
Vikram ne uski baat sunne ke bajaye, zameen se maroon silk ka geela pallu uthaya aur use Vaishali ke khule munh ke aage thama diya:
“Isme daant gada le. Main ab rukne wala nahi hoon.”
Pehla dhakka.
Phachak.
Sirf aadha lund.





Sirf uska mota, garam supada aur aage ka do inch hissa Vaishali ki chut ke tang daayre ko cheerte hue andar ghusa. Chut geeli hone ke bawajood saalon se itne mote lund ke liye tayyar nahi thi. Ek behisaab dard, jalan aur khinchav Vaishali ke pet ke nichle hisse mein aag ki tarah phail gaya.
Vaishali ka sar deewar ke plaster se zor se takraya—thud.
Uski cheekh pallu ke andar dab gayi, par phir bhi ek bhaari, dard-bhari moan deewar ke andar ghus gayi:
“Mmhfff—ahh—wait—itna mota—”
Vikram ne wahi aadha lund andar daal kar pakad ke rakha. Usne ek haath se Vaishali ke right breast ko mutthi mein jakad kar nichoda, aur gandi hasi ke saath bola:
“Aadha lund lene mein hi jaan nikal rahi hai teri? Woh college wale ka chhotu sa tha kya?”
Vaishali ke gaalon se aanso nikal kar uske gale ke naye mangalsutra par girne lage. Uski nangi peeth plaster se ragad kha rahi thi. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek khauf tha: Kya Arjun uth gaya hoga? Kya uske bistar tak is bistar aur deewar ka yeh thud pahunch gaya hoga?
Doosra dhakka.
Is baar koi reham nahi tha.
Vikram ne aage jhuk kar apni kamar ko poori taaqat se aage jhonk diya.
Dhhak.
Poora ka poora 8 inch ka mota lund ek hi jhatke mein Vaishali ki chut ki aakhri deewar aur bachedani ke munh tak dhas gaya.
Vaishali ka munh jhatke se khula, haath se pallu phisal kar zameen par gira. Uski aawaz ek nangi, phati hui cheekh ban kar nikalne hi wali thi ki usne apne dono honthon ko aapas mein itni zor se bheencha ki uski daant uske maans mein dhas gaye.
“Nhhggghhh—aahhhh...”
Ek tooti hui, ghuti hui gandi aawaz uske gale se nikal kar theek us plaster ki deewar ke andar samayi.
Vikram wahi thehar gaya. Poora ka poora andar sama chuka tha. Uska chauda pait Vaishali ke soft pait se chipak gaya, aur uski nangi chhati Vaishali ke dono dabe hue stanon ko pish rahi thi.
“Yeh... yeh baat!” Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas haanpte hue garam saans chhodi. “Virgin bhale na ho, par tight poori hai tu... Bilkul meri biwi jaisi.”
Usne lund bahar nahi nikaala. Wahi khada raha.
Vaishali ki nangi, gori raanein thar-thar kaanp rahi thi. Chut ke andar ek behisaab phulaav, aag aur jalan thi. Uska dil itni tezi se dhadak raha tha ki use lag raha tha uska seena phat jaayega. Darr do taraf se uski aatma ko noch raha tha—ek is jawan mard ke lund se poori tarah bhar jaane ka nanga sach, aur doosra yeh khauf ki agar agla jhatka laga, toh uski aawaz seedhi uske bete ke kaano mein utar jaayegi.
Vikram ne apna haath uske nange seene par wapas rakha, nipple ko ungliyon ke beech masla, aur uske kaan ke theek parde par bilkul dabi hui, par be-reham aawaz mein kaha:
“Ab koi rukaawat nahi hogi, Meera. Ab yeh lagataar chalega. Daant band rakhna apne... jo bhi aawaz nikaalni hai, apne gale ke andar hi nikaalna.”
Vaishali ne deewar se sar tika kar aankhein band kar li.
Neeche woh lund uske jism ke sabse gehre hisse mein poora dhasa hua tha, aur ab agla toofaan shuru hone wala tha.

Poora mota lund uski garam, tang chut ke aakhri kone tak dhasa hua tha jab Vikram ne pehla jhatka maara.
Vaishali ki nangi, gori peeth thandi plaster wali deewar se buri tarah ragad kha gayi. Geeli maroon banarasi silk saree uski kamar ke chaaron taraf ek gandi silwat ban kar ruki hui thi. Sleeveless blouse ke hooks khul chuke the, aur uske dono bhaari, rasile gore stan hawa mein nange jhul rahe the. Pehla jhatka chhota par behad teekha tha—Vikram ne lund ko aadha kheench kar bahar nikaala, aur phir ek hi jhatke mein poora mota supada andar pel diya.
Phachak.
Vaishali ke daant pehle maroon pallu ke kapde mein gade the, par jhatke ke dard aur achanak uthi aag se pallu uske haath se chhoot kar zameen par gir gaya. Usne foran apna hi poora haath apne khule munh par daba liya taaki cheekh bahar na nikal sake.
“Nhh—dheere... deewar ke us paar... sun lega koi—”
Par Vikram ke kaan mein ab koi kanoon ya lihaaz nahi tha. Uski 24 saal ki mardana aag ko is 42 saal ki bhari-poori mature aurat ke jism ne paagal kar diya tha. Usne dheere karne ke bajaye khade-khade lagataar das-gyarah teekhe dhakke maare. Har dhakke ke saath uska mota tanaav Vaishali ki bachedani ke munh se takraata, aur har baar Vaishali ki gori, bhaari raanein deewar ke dono taraf phail kar thar-thar kaanpti.
Vikram ne ek jhatke mein apna geela, chamakta hua lund uski chut se sarrk karke bahar nikaala, aur Vaishali ke dono nange kandhon ko pakad kar use ek second mein palat diya.
“Haath deewar pe rakh. Aur jhuk!” Vikram ki aawaz haanpti hui, par hukumat se bhari thi.
Doggy style yahin shuru hua—bistar tak jaane ka sabr bhi nahi bacha tha.
Vaishali ki dono nangi hatheliyan thandi plaster wali dividing wall par jam gayi. Sar neeche jhuk gaya, geelay kaale wavy baal aage phisal kar uske kandhon se latak gaye. Maroon saree kamar ke upar chadh chuki thi.
Vikram ne peeche khade hokar uske nange pichhwade ko dekha—chaudi, gori aur bhari hui gaand ke dono gole, aur unke theek neeche khuli hui chut ke geelay, maansal honth, jinme se abhi-abhi nikle lund ki chiknaahat tapak rahi thi. Vikram ne apne lund ke garam, tanaav-bhare supade ko upar se uski darar par ghisna shuru kiya, aur phir bina kisi warning ke, ek hi bhaari dhakke ke saath poora ka poora lund uski chut mein dhasaa diya.
Dhhak.
Is angle par lund itna gehra gaya ki Vaishali ka munh jhatke se khul gaya. Cheekh nikalne hi wali thi ki usne sheet nahi, deewar par tike apne hi nange baazu ke maans ko daanton se be-dardi se kaat liya.
“Ahh—Vikram—wait... ruko na... yahan se bohot gehra lag raha hai—”
Vikram ne uski suni nahi; usne Vaishali ki chaudi, soft kamar aur hips ko dono haathon se kisi bike ke handle ki tarah kas ke pakad liya.
Aur phir shuru hua lamba, be-reham pacing.
Thap! Thap! Thap!
Geeli, chikni mardana aawazein us shaant kamre mein goonjne lagi. Master bed abhi thoda door tha, par dividing wall ke andar se guzarne wale drainage ke purane lohe ke pipe ne deewar par padne wale har ek dhakke ki tapish aur 'thap-thap' ki vibration ko apne andar kheench liya.
Vaishali ke dono bhaari sthan neeche jhul kar har jhatke ke saath aage-peeche hil rahe the, aur gale mein latakta Vikram ka naya mangalsutra hawa mein chhanak raha tha.
Vaishali ke dimaag ke parde par wahi shaft wali khidki aayi—jahan uske bete ke kamre ki jaali thi, wahi purana Marvel sticker tha. Usne socha: Arjun theek us taraf let kar kya soch raha hoga?
Par theek usi pal Vikram ka teesra sabse gehra dhakka itni taaqat se andar utra ki uske dimaag ki saari sharm aur saari soch ek pal mein bhikhar gayi.
Vikram aage jhuka, uska garam paseene se bheega seena Vaishali ki nangi peeth par ragad khane laga. Usne Vaishali ke kaan ke theek parde par gandi, thook-bhari phusphusahat mein kaha:
“College wale ladke ne kabhi aise jhuka kar liya tha tera? Bol na, Meera! Usne toh sirf choosa hoga... Yeh mota lund dekh kaise teri bachedani ko cheer raha hai! Yeh poora jism ab se mera hai... chupchap jhuk ke le ise!”
Das minute tak woh use usi dividing deewar ke sahare khade-khade chodta raha. Vaishali ke dono ghutne ladkhadane lage, taangon ki taaqat khatam hone lagi. Tab jakar Vikram ne apna lund bahar kheench kar nikaala. Uski kamar ko dono haathon se uthaya, do kadam aage badha, aur use seedha master bed ki phoolon se saji satin razai par phenk diya.
Palang par girte hi gulaab ki pankhudiyan charon taraf bikhar gayi.
Vaishali peeth ke bal padi thi. Maroon saree ab kamar ke neeche behisaab uljhi hui thi, dono nangi taangein hawa mein khuli thi. Vikram bina ek pal ruke uske upar chadh gaya—poora bhaari mardana wazan Vaishali ke narm jism par aa gira. Uski shirt abhi bhi khuli thi, pant ghutno tak atki thi.
Vikram ne aate hi apna munh Vaishali ke honthon par rakh diya. Ek lamba, geela, aur be-reham kiss—jeebh seedhi Vaishali ke gale tak utar gayi, uske honthon ko kaat-kaat kar soojha diya. Aur theek usi pal, neeche se apne haath se lund ka munh chut ke geelay chhed par set karke, Vikram ne apni kamar ko poori taaqat se aage jhonk diya.
Phasssh.




Poora mota lund ek hi jhatke mein aakhri inch tak andar sama gaya.
Vaishali ke dono pair achanak hawa mein uthe aur khud-ba-khud Vikram ki chaudi kamar ke ird-gird jakad gaye—yeh koi uski marzi nahi thi, yeh us vishaal dhakke ke khinchav ka asar tha. Uske dono haath Vikram ki nangi, paseene se bheegi peeth par gade, nakhun uski chamdi mein dhas gaye.
Inkaar ab uske munh ke andar mar chuka tha; uske jism ne is naye mard ke aage ghutne tek diye the.
Is naye phoolon wale bistar par lete hue Vaishali ne yeh kadwa sach poori tarah jaan liya: ab use bachane wala koi nahi tha. 40 lakh cash, 25 lakh ka bank transfer, naya mangalsutra, dividing deewar, uska apna lalach, aur bete ki darpok lachari—sab kuch Vikram ke is bhaari mardana wazan ke neeche dab kar mar chuka tha. Power ab uske haath mein bilkul nahi thi.
Aur jaise hi yeh ehsaas uske dimaag mein baitha, uske andar bacha-khucha aakhri control bhi toot kar bikhar gaya.
Uski aawaz nikal gayi. Ab woh aawaz poori tarah dab nahi rahi thi:
“Ahh—nhh—andar... Vikram... bohot bada hai yeh... phat jaayegi meri—aahhh!”
Vikram ke mote lund ne uski chut ke har ek kone ko chauda karke phaila diya tha. Kinare tight the, par beech ka hissa us vishaal lund se poori tarah bhar chuka tha. Har baar jab lund bahar nikalta, chut ke narm honth uske saath khinch kar bahar aate; aur har baar jab woh andar dhasata, ek geeli, madmast aawaz poore kamre mein goonjti.
Vikram lagataar use kiss kar raha tha—pehle honth, phir gardan, phir collarbone ka til, aur wapas aakar uske soojhe hue honth. Maang ka laal sindoor paseene ke saath beh kar Vaishali ke maathe aur gaalon par phail chuka tha. Gale ka bhaari gold mangalsutra un dono ki chhatiyon ke beech pis raha tha.
Aur theek tabhi, Vaishali ki pehli climax aayi—missionary position par hi.
Usne yeh orgasm nahi maanga tha; yeh uske control ke bina, jism ke andar uthi aag ki wajah se khud chhoot gaya tha. Uski dono gori jaanghein buri tarah kaanpne lagi, chut ke andar ke narm parde lund ko nichodne lage, aur uske gale se ek tooti hui, geeli siski nikli:
“Nhh—ahhh—haaye—!”
Usne aakhri pal mein apna chehra pillow mein dabane ki koshish ki, par der ho chuki thi. Aawaz seedhi kamre ki deewaron se takrayi.
Vikram ne apna munh uske hothon se alag kiya aur ek gehri, gandi hasi ke saath uske chehre ko dekha:
“Yeh hui na ek! Par abhi rukna mat, abhi toh doosri baaki hai!”
Vikram ne bina lund bahar nikaale, Vaishali ke dono pair utha kar apne chaude kandhon par rakh diye.
Angle achanak bilkul seedha aur behad gehra ho gaya. Lund ab uski bachedani ki deewar ko har dhakke ke saath koot raha tha. Vaishali ka sar peeche khisak gaya, pillow se fisal kar seedha us plaster wali deewar ki taraf ho gaya. Uske haath satin sheet ko mutthi mein nochne lage.
“Vikram... aah... itna gehra mat daalo... please...”
Vikram ne wahan se lund nikaala aur use doosri position mein daala—usko ek karwat par lita diya. Side-lying spooning position, par Vikram ne uska oopar wala pair utha kar hawa mein taan diya. Uska ek chauda haath Vaishali ke nange, ubhre hue right breast ko be-dardi se masal raha tha, nipple ko ungliyon ke beech kheenchte hue.
Is angle par Vaishali ki chut itni khuli aur nangi mehsoos ho rahi thi jaise uska koi parda bacha hi na ho.



Vikram ne peeche se lund ko chut ke labon mein ghis kar ek hi jhatke mein poora ghusa diya, aur uske kaan mein daant gaadte hue bola:
“Bol na Meera... kiski biwi hai tu ab? Kiski randi ban ke leti hai yahan? Bol!”
Vaishali ne pehle inkaar karna chaaha, par Vikram ne agla dhakka itni tezi aur zor se maara ki uske jism ki saari hichkichahat aanso ban kar beh gayi. Usne toot kar, roti hui saanson mein kaha:
“Teri... teri hoon... bas aawaz dheere karo... koi sun lega...”
Aur theek usi pal Vaishali ki doosri climax phat padi.
Yeh climax chhoti nahi thi; uska soft pait andar ko sikud gaya, chut ke andar se garam paani ki ek pichkari jaisi dhaar nikal kar Vikram ke lund aur bedsheet ko bheego gayi. Is baar aawaz pillow ke andar dab nahi paayi; ek lambi, toot-ti hui cheekh uske gale se nikal kar deewar ke paar chali gayi:
“Aahhh—Vikrammm—!”
Usne ghabra kar foran apne dono haath apne kaan aur munh par maar liye.
Vikram ne apna lund bahar kheench kar nikaala. Uski saansein bhi tezi se chal rahi thi. Usne bina ek pal ruke Vaishali ko wapas peeth ke bal kiya, par is baar upar nahi leta—usne Vaishali ke dono ghutne pakad kar unhe poora chauda kar diya, aur khud beech mein baith kar apni aankhon se dekh-dekh kar pelna shuru kiya.
Vaishali ki mature chut ab poori tarah phool kar laal ho chuki thi, kinaron par Vikram ke lund ki chiknaahat aur uske apne paani ka safed jhaag phaila hua tha.
“Dekh kaise phaili hui hai teri chut...” Vikram ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue apna lund andar thela: “Abhi toh teesri baar jhadegi tu!”
Agli teen positions mein Vikram ne use poori tarah nichod kar rakh diya: Pehle use utha kar apni god mein bithaya, Vaishali ke dono pair uski peeth par the, aur uske dono bhaari stan Vikram ke munh ke samne uchhal rahe the jab woh neeche se lund par gir rahi thi; Phir wapas dividing wall ke paas khada karke ek taang hawa mein uthakar thoda pel; Aur aakhir mein... wapas palang par, doggy position mein.
Par is baar doggy ka munh kamre ke darwaze ki taraf nahi tha; is baar Vaishali ka chehra, uski nangi chhati, aur uske dono haath theek us master bed ke headboard aur usi plaster wali deewar ki taraf the—jiske theek us paar uska saga beta Arjun bistar par kaan lagaye pada tha.
Vaishali ke control ka aakhri tinka yahin aakar bhasm ho gaya.
Uski siskiyan aur gandi moans ab ruk nahi rahi thi—beech-beech mein woh darr kar bolti: “Dheere karo... mat karo...” par agle hi pal uske munh se nikalta: “Ahh... bohot gehra ja raha hai... aur andar...”
Usne jaan liya tha ki yeh 24 saal ka mard rukne wala nahi tha. Aur uske 42 saal ke jism ne bhi yeh sach maan liya tha ki uski chut ab is mote lund ke naap par hamesha ke liye khul chuki thi. 40 lakh ki deal, Ramesh ki be-basi, Arjun ka waada—sab kuch is geeli, chhap-chhap aawaz ke neeche dafan ho chuka tha.
Headboard se sirf do inch door, deewar ke theek samne Vaishali ki teesri climax aayi.
Usne pillow ka kone apne poore munh mein daal kar daanto se daba liya, par phir bhi ek lambi, tooti hui, laachar cheekh pillow ke paar nikal hi gayi:
“Mmmhhh—aaahhh—nhhggghhh!”
Uski chut ke andar ki deewaron ne Vikram ke lund ko aakhri taaqat se nichod liya. Dono taangein thar-thar kaanpte hue bedsheet par phail gayi.
Vikram ko ab aur bardasht nahi hua. Usne Vaishali ki chaudi kamar ko dono haathon se aakhri hadd tak aage kheencha, aur lagataar paanch tez, andhadhundh dhakke maare.
Dhhak! Dhhak! Dhhak!
Headboard har dhakke ke saath dividing plaster wali deewar se takraya—khad-khad.
Aur aakhri dhakke par Vikram ke munh se ek bhari mardana gurraahat nikli. Usne apna poora 8 inch ka lund bachedani ke munh par daba kar wahi jhadna shuru kiya.
Pehla garam jhatka... doosra jhatka... teesra jhatka.
Uska gaadha, garam jawan virya pichkariyon ki tarah Vaishali ke garbh ke andar ulatne laga, uski chut ke har ek kone ko apne gande paani se bharte hue.
Vikram ne foran lund bahar nahi nikaala. Woh wahi, Vaishali ki nangi, paseene se bheegi peeth par poora wazan daal kar dher ho gaya. Uski garam, thaki hui saansein Vaishali ki gardan par lag rahi thi.
Vaishali ka chehra pillow mein dhasa tha. Aankhein khuli thi. Theek samne wahi thandi dividing plaster wali deewar thi.
Usne dimaag mein gina: Teen baar jhad chuki hoon... Usne gina: Aur yeh raat abhi khatam nahi hui hai...
Uski dono jaanghein abhi bhi be-jaan hokar khuli thi. Chut soojh kar laal ho chuki thi, aur Vikram ka gaadha virya uske chhed se nikal kar uski gori thighs par thanda hokar beh raha tha.
Vikram ne uski peeth par se apna sar uthaya, thaka hua par poori tarah jeet ke nashe mein choor, aur uske kaan mein dheere se phusphusaya:
“Main abhi soya nahi hoon, Meera... Thoda paani pi le. Pandra minute baad phir se shuru karenge.”
Aur theek us dividing plaster ke us paar... Arjun ke bistar ka lohe ka frame abhi tak un dhakko ki aawaz se kaanp raha tha ya nahi—Vaishali ne is khaufnak sawaal ko bhi chupchap sehne ke liye apne seene ke andar dafan kar liya.
Is naye phoolon wale bistar par uske paas koi taaqat nahi thi. Yeh baat ab uske astitva aur uske jism ne hamesha ke liye qubool kar li thi.

Vikram ne paani nahi diya.
Steel ka glass aur jug bahar modular kitchen ke counter par rakhe the, par use bistar se utarne ka koi irada nahi tha. Uske panje ne Vaishali ke paseene se geele, bikhre hue kaale baalon ko mutthi mein jakda aur uska chehra phoolon se sani satin sheet par se upar uthaya. Ek gehra, be-reham kiss—honthon par unke apne jismon ke ras aur pichhli climax ke kachhe virya ka namkeen swaad ghula hua tha.
Vaishali ki aankhein thakaan se phati hui thi, palke bhari ho chuki thi. Uska 42 saal ka shareer pehli teen climax aur deewar se lekar bistar tak ke un lagataar dhakko se toot chuka tha.
“Bas... ab aur nahi... so jao... mere se aur nahi saha jaayega—” Uski aawaz ek sukhi, tooti hui phusphusahat thi.
Par jawab lafzon se nahi, uski taangon ko dono taraf be-dardi se phailaane se aaya.
Doosra round shuru hone mein do minute ka bhi faasla nahi laga. 24 saal ke jawan mard ka lund ek baar jhadne ke baad bhi poora dheela nahi pada tha; woh do minute ki saans mein wapas lohe jaisa sakht, laal aur naso se phool kar tanaav mein aa chuka tha.
Vikram ne bina kisi raham ke, ek hi bhaari, seedhe dhakke ke saath use wapas andar thel diya.
Phachak!
Pichhli thukai se soojh chuki, garam aur phaili hui chut ne us mote supade ko rokne ki koshish ki, par nahi rok saki. Vaishali ka munh jhatke se khul gaya. Ab aawaz par koi maryada ya control nahi bacha tha—yeh thakaan ki, badan phatne ke dard ki, aur poori tarah bhar jaane ki laachar aawaz thi:
“Aahhh—Vikram—ruk jao... thak gayi hoon main... chhod do—”
Vikram is baar koi insaan nahi lag raha tha; woh pichle do hafte se matrimonial profile, Bandra ke corridor aur hallway mein ghut rahi apni gandi bhookh ko aakhri boond tak nikaalne par utaru tha. Koi narm rhythm nahi tha. Seedha, be-reham pelna.
Palang ka lakdi ka bhari headboard har dhakke ke saath peeche lagataar takra raha tha—thak... thak... thak.
Phoolon wali razai ghis kar ek taraf zameen par gir chuki thi. Maroon banarasi silk saree bed ke foot-end par kachre ki tarah padi thi. Blouse kab ka floor par pada tha. Vikram ka ek haath Vaishali ke nange, ubhre hue bhari stanon ko nichod raha tha, toh doosra haath uske gale mein latakte naye gold mangalsutra ko mutthi mein jakad kar apni taraf kheench raha tha.
Kamre ka AC band tha; hawa mein sirf paseene, geeli mehendi, aur jismon ki aanch ghuli hui thi. Vaishali ka poora badan paani-paani ho chuka tha. Maang ka taaza laal sindoor pighal kar uske maathe, naak aur gaalon par beh gaya tha. Dono gore stanon par Vikram ke daanton ke laal nishan the. Pet aur jaanghon ke beech ki jagah un dono ke ras aur paseene se chikni ho kar chamak rahi thi.
“Vikram—saans nahi aa rahi—ruk jao na—”
Vikram ne rukne ke naam par sirf position badli. Usne Vaishali ko peeth ke bal se kheench kar wapas palang par ghutno ke bal kiya—doggy style. Is baar uski chaudi kamar aur hips ko itni taaqat se peeche kheencha ki Vaishali ki kohniyan bistar ke sirhane ki lakdi se ja takrayi.
Phir usne Vaishali ko utha kar apni god mein baithaya. Vaishali ki thaki hui, be-jaan taangein Vikram ki chaudi peeth ke dono taraf latak rahi thi, aur Vikram neeche se upar ki taraf lagataar teekhe, unche dhakke maar raha tha. Vaishali ke bhaari stan hawa mein uchhal rahe the, aur Vikram unhe baari-baari apne munh mein bhar kar daanto se daba raha tha, jaise kisi shikar ko khane ka waqt aa gaya ho.
Ghadi ka koi hisaab nahi tha. Pehle round mein Vaishali ne teen climax jheli thi. Ab yeh round uske liye nahi tha—yeh Vikram ke lund ki aakhri pyas bujhane ke liye tha. Lund ko poora bahar nikaalna, aur phir ek hi jhatke mein bachedani ke munh tak dhasaa dena.
Vaishali ke haath jo pehle dhakka de rahe the, ab be-basi mein Vikram ke chaude kandhon ko jakad chuke the. Uski siskiyan aur moans ab band kamre mein ghoonj rahi thi—beech mein woh darr kar bolti “mat karo... koi sun lega...”, beech mein sirf ek toot-ti hui “ahhh”, aur beech mein be-ikhtiyaar Vikram ka naam. Deewar ke khauf ka parda tab poori tarah phat gaya jab Vikram ne uski kamar ko kas kar teesri baar us raat apna mota lund aakhri hadd tak andar ghused diya, aur bina nikaale tezi se ragadta raha.
Raat ke kareeb do baje Vikram bistar se utha. Nange pair bathroom gaya, nal se paani piya, aur wapas aakar bistar par adhi-mari padi Vaishali ko ek jhatke mein apni taraf kheench liya. Uska lund phir se sakht ho chuka tha.
Vaishali ne rona chaha, par aankhon se aansu bhi sookh chuke the. Usne thar-tharate honthon se bas itna kaha:
“Teen... bajne wale hain... so jao... please bhagwan ke liye reham karo...”
Vikram ne ghadi nahi dekhi. Usne dono taangein kandhon tak uthayi. Wahi missionary position, wahi poora mardana wazan, aur wahi ek be-reham jhatka. Lund aakhri inch tak andar utar gaya. Chut itni soojh kar laal ho chuki thi ki uske mote aakar se ek pal ke liye bhi bach nahi pa rahi thi. Paseena dono ke jismon ke beech chhap-chhap ki aawaz kar raha tha.
Chaar se paanch ghante lagataar yeh thukai chalti rahi—haldi ki thakaan, register ki zabardasti, landing ka jhooth, pehla round, teen climax, aur phir yeh aadhi raat ka janwar-pan.
Aakhri baar Vikram ne uski taangon ko apne kandhon par tika kar poora khola. Usne dekha—soojhi hui, rasi hui chut, jisme se pichhla cum nikal raha tha, aur uska naya lund dobara andar ghus raha tha.
Uski saans toot-ti hui aayi: “Le... ab raat khatam. Yeh poori meri hui.”
Aur aakhri paanch andhadhundh dhakko ke baad, Vikram ne apna garam jawan paani doosri baar uski bachedani ke andar poori taaqat se jhad diya.
Vaishali ke nakhun uski peeth par gade, munh se ek aakhri lambi, tooti hui siski nikli, aur phir kamre mein bilkul sannata chha gaya.
Vikram wahi uske upar dher ho gaya. Lund chut ke andar hi phasa raha. Uska bhaari wazan Vaishali ke narm jism ko bistar mein dabaye hue tha.
Raat ke theek teen baj rahe the.
Vaishali ne us wazan ko chupchap saha. Taangein be-jaan khuli thi. Chut soojhi hui, bhari hui, aur dono ka garam paani uski nangi thighs par beh raha tha. Saree farsh par thi. Sindoor uske aur Vikram ke maathe par phail chuka tha. Aur Vikram ke naam ka bhaari locket uski gardan ke maans ko kaat raha tha.
Usne uthna chaha, par pairon mein jaan nahi thi.
Ek mahina... manage kar le, Ma. Rassi is paseene aur gandagi ke beech ab pakdi nahi ja rahi thi. Usne andhere mein bina aawaz ke honth hilaye.
Power zero ho chuki thi.
Par theek us nau inch ki dividing plaster wali deewar ke us paar...
Arjun apne single bistar par karwat liye, poori tarah jinda aur sunn pada tha.
Raat ke theek gyarah baje se lekar subah ke teen baje tak—chaar lambe ghante—uski aankhon se neend ka ek katra bhi kareeb nahi aaya tha.
Purani building ki yeh nau inch ki eent aur plaster wali deewar koi soundproof parda nahi thi. Aur sabse khaufnak baat yeh thi ki Vikram ke naye phoolon wale double bed ka headboard theek Arjun ke lohe ke bistar ke sirhane se peeth lagaye khada tha. Dono ke dilon ke beech sirf woh purani eentein aur drainage ka lohe ka pipe tha.
Arjun ke kaano ne har ek aawaz ko bilkul saaf, bilkul nanga suna tha.
Pehle woh deewar par pada zor ka jhatka—thud—jab Vaishali ki peeth deewar se takrayi thi. Phir saree ke girne ki sarsarahat. Aur phir... Vikram ki woh gandi, dabi hui aawaz jo plaster ko cheer kar aayi thi: “In bhari chhatiyon ko raat bhar bahar rakhunga... tu meri kanooni biwi hai... chillana hai toh chilla...”
Arjun ka dimaag us waqt sunn ho gaya tha. Uski saans gale mein atak gayi thi. Usne socha tha uski Maa wahan bas shanti se leti hogi, ladke ko door rakha hoga, rasm ka bahaana banaya hoga.
Par agle hi pal uske kaano mein jo aawaz padi, usne uske pairon tale se zameen chheen li.
Uski sagi Maa ke munh se nikli woh tooti hui, dard-bhari aur geeli siski: “Nhh—ahh—dheere... Vikram... deewar ke us paar sun lega koi—”
Arjun bistar par bilkul pathar ban gaya. Uski mutthiyan chaadar ko nochne lagi.
Maa? Yeh Maa ki aawaz hai? Usne Vikram ko apne jism ke andar aane diya? Woh uske aage jhuk gayi?
Arjun ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb sa khaufnak toofan chalne laga. Uski sagi Maa, jisne 20 saal tak uske baap ke siwa kisi mard ka saaya bhi apne jism par nahi padne diya tha, woh is 24 saal ke gair ladke ke aage aisi aawazein nikaal rahi thi?
Usne khud ko jhoothi tasalli dene ki koshish ki: Maa majboor hai... uncle ki security officer wali dhamki ki wajah se chup hai... woh bas jhel rahi hai.
Par jaise-jaise raat aage badhi, deewar ke us paar se aane wali aawazein majboori se kahin aage nikal gayi.
Palang ki woh lagataar tak-tak: Thap! Thap! Thap! Headboard ka deewar se takrana—khad-khad.
Aur phir raat ke ek baje, woh missionary position par aane wali Vaishali ki lambi, be-bas aur geeli moans: “Ahh—andar... Vikram... bohot bada hai yeh... phat jaayegi meri—aahhh!” Aur uske theek baad pillow ke paar se aane wali woh aakhri cheekh: “Mmmhhh—aaahhh—nhhggghhh!”
Arjun ne apne dono haath apne kaano par daba liye. Uska dam ghutne laga, ulti jaisa mehsus hone laga. Uske dimaag ke andar terrace wali mehngi scotch, 40 lakh ka cash, aur Bandra ka aalishan bungla ghoomne laga. Par us daulat ke theek samne uski apni sagi maa ke jism ke nichode jaane ki yeh geeli aawazein chal rahi thi.
Kya Maa ne sach mein surrender kar diya? Kya woh sach mein us ladke ke bistar ki ho chuki hai?
Phir do baje ke baad jab sab shaant hona chahiye tha, wapas wahi thap-thap shuru hui. Doosra round. Wahi gandi siskiyan, wahi palang ka hilna, aur wahi Vikram ki bhari mardana gurraahat.
Arjun chaar ghante tak apne bistar par laash ki tarah pada raha. Darr, ghin, aur ek ajeeb si be-naam sharm uske gale ko ghot rahi thi. Use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki woh subah is aurat ka samna kaise karega.


Kal subah main landing par jaunga... usne andhere mein socha, uski aankhon mein khauf tha. Main Maa se seedha poochunga... ki yeh sab kya tha? Kya usne sach mein use sab kuch karne diya?
Theek raat ke teen baj kar pandra minute par...
Deewar ke us paar palang ki aakhri khad-khad aawaz aayi. Ek aakhri mardana dabi hui gurraahat gunji.
Aur uske baad... naye flat ke master bedroom mein poori tarah se maut jaisa sannata chha gaya.

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Reader aur guest ke roop mein shayad kabhi-kabhi wapas aaunga… silently stories padhunga aur enjoy karunga.  Lekin writer ke taur par, meri journey yahin khatam hoti hai.
Thank you sabko — meri stories padhne ke liye, pyaar dene ke liye, criticism dene ke liye, next part ka wait karne ke liye, aur sabse badhkar, mujhe ek writer ki tarah believe karne ke liye. 
Bahut kuch seekha yahan. Bahut achhi memories mili. Aur sabse important, ek waqt tha jab writing ne mujhe genuinely khush kiya tha. Uske liye main hamesha grateful rahunga.
Thank you for having me.  


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[Joker44]

Hi, just to clarify, I’m not writing any new parts of this story. I already have the chapters written, so I’ll just be posting those for this story only. Please don’t expect any updates or posts for my other stories, as I’ve stopped writing. I just want to share all the material I already have left with me.

[Joker44]

Chapter: After her first night

Subah ke paanch bajne se kuch minute pehle Vaishali ki aankh khuli.

Kamre mein abhi bhi gehra andhera tha. Sirf window ke paarde ke kinare se ek patli si neeli line aa rahi thi, jo bata rahi thi ki baahar subah nikalne wali hai. Satin sheet uske nange jism se chipki hui thi — paseene se, aur kisi aur geeli, chipchipi cheez se. Usne thodi si harkat ki toh uske pet ke neeche ek gehri, sooji hui dard bhari lehar daud gayi. Jaanghein hilaate hi usne mehsoos kiya ki uske andar abhi bhi kuch gaadha aur garam bacha hua hai. Vikram ki raat bhar ki mehnat. Jo usne andar chhod diya tha, woh ab dheere-dheere bahar nikalne ki koshish kar raha tha.

Vaishali ne aankhen band kiye rakhi.

Kal raat ke scenes ek ke baad ek uske dimaag ke parde par chal padе. Pehla dhakka, jab sirf aadha lund andar gaya tha aur usne socha tha ki phat jaayegi. Phir doosra dhakka, jab poora ka poora mota, naso wala lund ek hi jhatke mein uski chut ke aakhri kone tak dhas gaya tha. Deewar se uska sar takrana. Pallu muh mein dabana. Aur woh climax jo usne nahi maanga tha, jo uske control ke bina aa gaya tha, jab uski jaanghein kaanpne lagi thi aur uske gale se woh tooti hui, geeli siski nikal gayi thi.

Usne dheere se sheet hataayi.

Uske dono stanon par gehre laal-neele daag the. Vikram ne raat bhar unhe muh mein liya tha, nichoda tha, daant se kaata tha. Left breast ke upar ek bilkul saaf teeth mark tha, jaise kisi ne jaan-bujhkar apna nishan chhod diya ho. Kamar par ungliyon ke gehre nishan. Jaanghon ke andar wale narm hisse par bhi bhoore-laal daag. Gale mein naya, bhaari, do-lari wala pure gold ka mangalsutra ab bhi pada tha. Uske upar kal raat ka sindoor paseene se thoda faila hua tha, maang se nikal kar maathe tak aa gaya tha.

Vaishali dheere se uthi.

Pair zameen par rakhte hi uski kamar mein dard utra. Woh thoda jhuk kar khadi hui, bilkul kisi budhiya ki tarah. Bathroom ka darwaza bilkul aahista se khola taaki koi aawaz na ho. Light jali. Sheeshe mein jo aurat nazar aayi, usse dekh kar Vaishali ke pair thirak gaye.

Yeh aurat 42 saal ki thi.  
Kal tak yeh Ramesh ki biwi thi.  
Kal tak yeh Arjun ki maa thi.  
Aaj subah yeh Vikram ki dharampatni thi.

Usne shower on kiya. Garam paani uske thake hue jism par gira. Usne dono haathon se apni chut ke sooje hue, geele honthon ko khol kar paani daala. Vikram ka gaadha, saphed cum paani ke saath neeche floor par behne laga. Usne use ungliyon se saaf kiya, lekin andar ki gehrai mein abhi bhi kuch bacha hua mehsoos ho raha tha. Phir usne apne stanon ko dhoya. Daanton ke nishan par soap lagate waqt uske munh se ek halki si dard bhari siski nikal gayi. Har chhune par uska jism yaad dila raha tha ki kal raat yeh dono stanon kitni der tak Vikram ke munh mein qaid the, kitni der tak usne unhe peela tha.

Poonchne ke baad usne towel se jism ko sukhaya. Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar usne apne chehre ko ghaur se dekha. Aankhon ke neeche halki sujan. Honth thode sooje hue aur rang ke. Maang mein sindoor ab bhi saaf aur laal tha — jo cheekh-cheekh kar bata raha tha ki yeh aurat ab kisi aur ki hai.

Usne bathroom cabinet se woh concealer nikala jo Vikram ki mummy ne “nayi bahu ke liye zaroori cheezein” keh kar rakh diya tha. Usne daag par daag, layer pe layer lagaaya. Teeth mark ko itni mehnat se chhupaya ki almost gayab ho gaya. Phir usne apna purana, cotto n ka high-neck blouse nikala jo usne kal raat chhupa kar rakha tha. Sleeveless nahi. Deep neck nahi. Safe. Maa wala.

Lekin blouse pehente hi usne mehsoos kiya ki uske stanon mein ab bhi dard hai. Kapda unhe chhoote hi poori raat ki yaadein taaza ho gayi.

Woh bahar aayi.

Bedroom mein Vikram abhi bhi so raha tha. Bilkul nanga. Sheet sirf uski kamar tak thi. Uske mote, kaale-laal lund ka hissa sheet ke upar dikh raha tha — kal raat wala wohi lund jo uski chut ko phaad kar andar tak gaya tha. Vaishali ne nazar fauran hata li.

Usne saree pehni. Pallu ko kas kar bandha. Maang mein sindoor ko ungli se thoda aur seedha kiya taaki koi sawaal na uthaye. Phir woh kitchen ki taraf badhi, jaise koi aurat apne naye ghar ka pehla subah ka kaam kar rahi ho.

Tabhi left wale flat se, bilkul us deewar ke us paar se jo unke dono bistar ko alag karti thi, dheemi si aawaz aayi.

Arjun.

“Ma… uthi ho?”

Vaishali ka haath chai ke cup par jaake ruk gaya. Uske gale mein kuch atak gaya. Usne aankhen band ki, ek gehri saans li, aur phir bilkul soft, controlled, almost motherly aawaz mein jawab diya:

“…Haan. Uth gayi.”

Thodi der khamoshi rahi. Phir Arjun ki aawaz phir aayi, is baar aur bhi dheemi, jaise woh khud bhi nahi chahta tha ki koi sun le:

“Raat ko… theek thi na tu?”

Vaishali ne apne neeche ka honth zor se kaat liya. Uske andar ek hissa chillana chahta tha — *Nahi, theek nahi thi. Tere aur tere baap ke lalach ki wajah se main kal raat kisi aur mard ke neeche thi. Usne mujhe itna zor se choda ki meri chut abhi bhi sooji hui hai. Mujhe yahan se nikaal, Arjun. Mujhe is jaal se nikaal.*

Lekin usne woh nahi kaha.

Usne sirf itna kaha, bilkul “Bhabhi” wali narm aawaz mein:

“Haan… theek thi. Tu tension mat le. Sona ab.”

Deewar ke us paar kuch seconds ke liye poori khamoshi rahi. Phir Arjun ne kaha:

“Main… thodi der baad aata hoon. Chai leke.”

“Theek hai,” Vaishali ne jawab diya.

Usne phone nahi rakha tha. Sirf deewar thi. Nau inch ki purani eent aur plaster ki deewar.

Vaishali ne chai banana shuru kiya. Uske haath halkе-halkе kaanp rahe the. Tabhi peeche se ek garam, bhaari saans mehsoos hui.

Vikram.

Usne peeche se aake uski kamar mein dono haath daal diye. Uska nanga, garam jism uski saree se chipak gaya. Usne uske stanon ko upar se, blouse ke upar se hi pakad liya aur zor se nichoda — bilkul unhi daagon par jo usne abhi-abhi chhupaye the.

“Subah subah itni covering kyun ki hai, Meera?” uski aawaz abhi bhi neend aur raat bhar ki thakaan se bhaari thi. “Kal raat toh tu bilkul nangi soyi thi mere saath. Meri biwi.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. “Arjun… deewar ke bilkul us paar hai.”

“Toh?” Vikram ne uske kaan ke bilkul paas muh laakar kaha. Uski garam saans uske kaan ke parde ko chhoo rahi thi. “Woh jaanta hai na ab. Tu uski Bhabhi hai. Meri biwi hai.”

Usne uska pallu ek jhatke mein hataya aur blouse ke andar haath daal diya. Concealer ke neeche chhupe teeth mark ko usne ungli se dabaaya, jaise jaan-bujhkar yaad dila raha ho.

“Yeh daag main roz banata rahunga,” usne kaha, aawaz mein ek gandi si muskaan thi. “Tu chhupaati reh, main naya banaata rahunga. Samjhi?”

Vaishali ne kuch nahi kaha. Uske stanon mein dard ke saath ek ajeeb si, gandi si garmahat bhi thi. Jo usne nahi maangi thi. Jo uske dimaag ne reject ki, lekin uske jism ne nahi.

Vikram ne usko ek jhatke mein ghumaaya. Kitchen counter ki edge se uska sath laga diya. Saree ko kamar tak upar kiya. Petticoat ko side mein kheench diya. Usne apna lund, jo subah se hi lohe ki tarah hard tha, seedha uski sooji hui, geeli chut ke upar rakh diya aur upar se neeche tak ghisne laga.

“Abhi nahi…” Vaishali ne dheere se, almost bheek maangte hue kaha. “Woh… sun lega. Please.”

Vikram ne muskurate hue apna ek haath aage badhaaya aur uske munh par rakh diya.

“Toh chup reh. Bilkul chup.”

Aur usne ek hi gehre, bhaari dhakke mein apna poora lund andar tak daal diya.

Vaishali ka sar peeche kiya. Uske munh se nikalne wali teekhi, dard aur maza mili hui siski Vikram ke haath ke neeche dab gayi. Subah ka pehla round short tha, lekin bohot gehra aur tezz. Vikram ne uski kamar ke dono taraf se pakad kar itni zor se hilaya ki counter ki edge uski gaand mein chubhne lagi. Har dhakke ke saath uska bhaari mangalsutra uske stanon ke beech mein baar-baar hit kar raha tha. Kuch hi minute mein Vikram ne uski chut ke andar hi khud ko zor se khali kar diya. Gaadha, garam cum phir se uske sooje hue raste ko bhar gaya.

Usne lund bahar nikaala. Cum uski jaanghon se hota hua floor par tapakne laga.

“Ab chai bana,” usne kaha, bilkul normal aawaz mein. “Aur aaj se high-neck mat pehenna. Meri biwi itni covering nahi karti. Kal main tujhe naye blouse dilwaunga.”

Vaishali ne kaanpte hue haathon se apni saree neeche ki. Ek cloth se apni jaanghon aur floor ko saaf kiya. Phir wapas chai banani shuru ki. Cheeni daalte waqt uske haath ab bhi kaanp rahe the. Jaanghon ke beech ab bhi geela aur garam tha.

Deewar ke us paar Arjun ab bhi jagaa hua tha.

Usne sab kuch sun liya tha.

Kitchen ki halki si tak-tak.  
Uski maa ki dabi hui, ghuti hui siski.  
Aur Vikram ki woh line — “Meri biwi.”

Arjun ne apne bistar par lette hue dono aankhen zor se band ki. Uske seene mein ek aisi jalan thi jo kisi chaku se kam nahi thi. Usne apni maa ko bech diya tha. Paisa liya tha. Aur ab woh uske bilkul bagal mein, nau inch door, kisi aur mard ke neeche roz let rahi thi.

Vaishali ne chai ke cup mein cheeni daali.

Uske haath ab bhi tharthara rahe the.  
Jaanghon ke beech Vikram ka cum ab bhi dheere-dheere bahar nikal raha tha.  

Aur sabse badi, sabse daraawni baat yeh thi…  
Uske jism ne is subah ke dhakke ka virodh nahi kiya tha.  

Woh bas chupchap chai banati rahi.

Kyunki ab uske paas aur koi raasta nahi bachaa tha.


Shaam ke saade chhe baj chuke the, aur Vaishali abhi bhi kitchen mein khadi thi.

Usne jaan-bujhkar kaam ko lamba kheench rakha tha. Bartan ek baar dhoye, phir unhe dobara paani se bhigoya. Counter ko pehle geele kapde se poncha, phir sookhe kapde se. Fridge ka darwaza khola, andar ki cheezein nikaali, unki jagah badli, aur wapas rakh di. Gas ke chulhe ke neeche jo purani mail thi, usko bhi woh aaj saaf karne baith gayi. Uske haath kaam kar rahe the, lekin uska dimaag baar-baar us kamre ki taraf bhaag raha tha jahan Vikram TV dekh raha tha.

Woh jaanti thi ki yeh sab bekaar hai.

Kal raat ke baad, aur aaj subah kitchen counter ke baad, uska jism ab bhi poori tarah se thaka hua tha. Chut ke andar ek halki si, sooji hui jalan ab bhi mehsoos ho rahi thi — jaise koi ungli ab bhi wahan atki hui ho. Stanon par jo daag the, unhe usne din bhar concealer laga-laga kar chhupaya tha. Har baar jab blouse ka kapda unke upar se fisalta, yaad aa jaata tha ki kal raat Vikram ne unhe kitni der tak muh mein liya tha, kitni zor se nichoda tha, kitni baar daant se kaata tha.

Usne socha tha ki shaam tak shayad woh thak jaayega. Shadi ke do din baad koi mard itna nahi maangta. Lekin andar hi andar woh jaanti thi ki yeh soch jhoothi hai. Vikram us tarah ka mard nahi tha. Uski aankhon mein jo bhookh thi, woh do raaton mein nahi bujhne wali thi.

Vaishali ne sink ke neeche se naya kapda nikala aur counter ko teesri baar ponchne lagi.

Uske gale mein bhaari mangalsutra latak raha tha. Har jhukne par woh uske stanon ke beech ki gehri line mein dhas jaata tha, aur uski thandi sona ki chain uski garam skin se chipak jaati thi. Maang ka sindoor din bhar mein thoda fail gaya tha. Usne dopahar ko bathroom mein jaakar use dobara seedha kiya tha, kyunki Vikram ne kaha tha ki uski biwi ki maang hamesha saaf honi chahiye. Us waqt usne mirror mein apne aap ko dekha tha, aur ek pal ke liye usse laga tha ki jo aurat saamne khadi hai, woh Vaishali nahi hai. Woh Meera hai. Kisi 24 saal ke mard ki nayi biwi.

Yeh khayal uske pet mein ek thandi si jalan ban kar baith gaya tha.

Baahar hall mein TV ki aawaz aa rahi thi. Koi cricket match chal raha tha. Commentator ki tez aawaz, crowd ki cheekhein, aur beech-beech mein Vikram ka thoda sa hasna. Woh relaxed tha. Ghar ka maalik. Uski biwi kitchen mein kaam kar rahi thi, aur woh sofe par pair faila kar baitha tha. Vaishali ko yeh scene ajeeb lag raha tha. Bees saal tak usne Ramesh ke liye yahi kaam kiya tha — kitchen, chai, khana, bartan. Lekin Ramesh kabhi uske peeche nahi aata tha. Ramesh kabhi uske kapde nahi kholta tha. Ramesh kabhi usse yeh nahi kehta tha ki woh uski hai.

Vikram kehta tha.

Aur sabse bura yeh tha ki jab woh kehta tha, toh Vaishali ke jism ka ek hissa sun leta tha.

Usne apne haath rok liye. Kapda counter par pad gaya. Usne aankhen band ki aur ek lambi saans li. Uske dimaag mein Arjun ka chehra aa gaya. Kal subah deewar ke us paar se uski aawaz. “Ma… uthi ho?” Uski awaaz mein woh darr tha, woh sharm thi, aur woh laachaari thi jo Vaishali ko andar tak kaat gayi thi. Usne usse “theek thi” kaha tha. Jhooth kaha tha. Kyunki sach bolne ka matlab tha ki woh cheekhe — *Nahi, theek nahi thi. Tere baap ne paisa liya. Tune mujhe yahan chhod diya. Aur kal raat usne mujhe itna zor se choda ki main subah tak seedhi nahi chal paayi.*

Woh nahi cheekhi thi.

Aur aaj raat bhi nahi cheekhegi.

Kitchen ki light peeli thi. Uske neeche Vaishali ka chehra thaka hua aur gehra dikh raha tha. Usne apna pallu theek kiya, stanon ko dhakne ki koshish ki, aur socha ki shayad woh aur ek ghanta yahin khadi reh sake. Lekin tabhi hall se Vikram ki aawaz aayi.

“Meera.”

Sirf itna. Uska naam. Jo ab uska naam ban chuka tha.

Vaishali ka haath counter par jam gaya. Usne turant jawab nahi diya. Uske gale mein kuch atak gaya. Ek second. Do second. Phir usne dheere se kaha, “Haan?”

“Kaam ho gaya?”

“Abhi… thoda baaki hai.”

Vikram hasa. Halki si, aaraam se, jaise use pehle se pata ho ki woh jhooth bol rahi hai.

“Kitna baaki hai? Main dekhun?”

“Nahi,” Vaishali ne jaldi se kaha. Uske munh se yeh shabd usse zyada tez nikal gaya. “Main… main kar lungi. Tum TV dekho.”

Thodi der khamoshi rahi. Sirf commentator ki aawaz. Phir Vikram ne kaha, bilkul shaant:

“Paanch minute. Uske baad main aata hoon.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li.

Paanch minute.

Usne sink ke paas khadi hokar apne haathon ko dekha. Mehendi ab bhi thi, lekin rang gehra nahi raha tha. Kachhi mehendi ki jagah ab ek bhoora, thaka hua rang tha, jo uski ungliyon ki lakiron mein sama gaya tha. Yahi haath kal raat Vikram ke kandhon par the. Yahi haath aaj subah uske seene par the, jab usne use dhakelne ki koshish ki thi aur nahi dhakel paayi. Yahi haath ab kaanp rahe the.

Usne socha — *Main bathroom chali jaaun. Darwaza band kar loon. Bol doon ki pet dard hai.*

Lekin woh jaanti thi ki yeh bahana kaam nahi karega. Kal raat bhi usne kaha tha “mat karo.” Subah bhi kaha tha “abhi nahi.” Aur dono baar Vikram ne uski baat nahi maani. Dono baar usne uske munh par haath rakha aur andar tak aa gaya. Aur dono baar, sabse bura, uska jism ne uska saath nahi diya. Chut geeli ho gayi thi. Stanon ke neeche ek ajeeb si garmahat uth gayi thi. Jab woh andar aaya tha, toh dard ke saath ek aisi bharav mili thi jise woh ab bhi bhool nahi pa rahi thi.

Yeh khayal aate hi uske gaal garam ho gaye.

Woh sharminda thi. Apne jism se. Apne bete se. Apne pati se. Aur sabse zyada is baat se ki woh ab bhi yahan khadi thi, paanch minute gin rahi thi, aur uske pet ke neeche ek halki si, gandi si bechaini uth rahi thi jise woh naam dena nahi chahti thi.

Hall se kursi ke hilne ki aawaz aayi.

Vaishali ne jaldi se apna pallu aur kas kar bandha. Blouse ke button check kiye. Saree ki peti ko kamar par theek kiya. Woh tayyar ho rahi thi, jaise koi mehmaan aa raha ho. Lekin jo aa raha tha, woh mehmaan nahi tha. Woh uska pati tha. Register par. Mangalsutra par. Aur kal raat uske andar.

Vikram kitchen ke darwaze par aa kar khada ho gaya.

Usne T-shirt pehni hui thi, neeche sirf shorts. Baal abhi bhi thode geele the, shaam ko nahane ke baad. Uski chhati pe T-shirt tight thi. Kalai par wohi mehngi watch. Aur uski aankhen seedhi Vaishali par thi — uske chehre par nahi, uske jism par. Saree ke neeche chhupi hui kamar par. Blouse ke andar dabe hue stanon par. Pallu ke neeche chhupi hui cleavage par.

“Kaam khatam?” usne poocha.

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Bol nahi paayi.

Vikram andar aaya. Kitchen chhoti thi. Do kadam mein woh uske bilkul paas aa gaya. Usne counter par haath rakha, Vaishali ke dono taraf, taaki woh peeche na hat sake. Uske jism ki garmahat Vaishali ke saree se hokar uski skin tak aa gayi. Woh abhi usse chhua bhi nahi tha, lekin Vaishali ki saans tez ho gayi.

“Din bhar tu mujhse bhaagti rahi,” Vikram ne dheere se kaha. Uski aawaz mein gussa nahi tha. Ek aisi bhookh thi jo seedhi aur nangi thi. “Subah chai banayi, phir kamre mein band ho gayi. Dopahar ko maine bulaya, tune kaha sir dard hai. Shaam ko bhi yahin khadi hai. Kya soch rahi hai, Meera? Ki main bhool jaunga?”

“Main nahi bhaag rahi,” Vaishali ne kaha. Uski aawaz patli thi. “Main… thaki hui hoon. Kal raat ke baad. Aaj subah ke baad. Mera jism—”

“Tera jism meri zimmedari hai,” Vikram ne kaha. Usne ek haath uthaya aur uske gaal par rakha. Angutha uske neeche wale honth par fisla. “Aur main apni zimmedari jaanta hoon. Tu nayi biwi hai. Tujhe aadat daalni padegi. Pehle do-teen din dard hoga. Uske baad nahi.”

Vaishali ne aankhen neeche kar li. Uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya tha, lekin woh girne nahi de rahi thi.

“Arjun sun lega,” usne kaha. Yeh uska aakhri bahana tha. “Deewar patli hai. Kal raat bhi usne suna hoga. Main… main uske saamne nahi—”

“Uske saamne nahi,” Vikram ne uski baat kaat di. “Uske peeche. Deewar ke is paar. Aur woh sunega. Sunne de. Use pata hona chahiye ki uski Bhabhi ab kiski hai.”

Usne Vaishali ka pallu dheere se kheenchha. Itna nahi ki gir jaaye, lekin itna ki uske blouse ka gehra cut aur stanon ke upar ka hissa khul jaaye. Concealer ke neeche chhupa teeth mark ab bhi halka sa dikh raha tha, agar koi gaur se dekhe. Vikram ne dekha. Uske honthon par ek chhoti si muskaan aayi.

“Yeh maine banaya tha,” usne kaha, aur apni ungli se us daag ko chhua. “Aaj raat ek aur banaunga. Isliye concealer mat lagaana kal subah. Kam se kam mere saamne toh nahi.”

Vaishali ka gala sookh gaya. Usne pallu wapas kheenchne ki koshish ki, lekin Vikram ne uska haath pakad liya. Narmi se. Lekin pakad aisi thi ki woh nahi chhudwa sakti thi.

“Paanch minute ho gaye,” usne kaha. “Ab chal. Kamra.”

Vaishali nahi hili.

Uske pair zameen se jude hue the. Uska dimaag cheekh raha tha. *Mat ja. Bathroom band kar. Bata de ki tu Vaishali hai, Meera nahi. Bata de ki Arjun tera beta hai. Bata de ki yeh sab jhooth hai.* Lekin uske munh se koi shabd nahi nikla. Kyunki woh jaanti thi ki sach bolne ka matlab hai Arjun ki jail. Ramesh ki beizzati. Aur woh 40 lakh jo already aa chuke the, unka wapas jaana. Aur sabse badi baat — woh jaanti thi ki Vikram ab rukne wala nahi hai. Register sign ho chuka tha. Mangalsutra bandh chuka tha. Kal raat woh uske andar aa chuka tha. Aaj subah bhi. Ab yeh raat bhi uski thi.

Vikram ne uska haath chhoda nahi. Usne use dheere se kheenchha, kitchen se bahar, chhote se corridor se hote hue, bedroom ke darwaze tak.

Darwaza khula tha. Andar light band thi. Sirf bed ke side ki chhoti si lamp jal rahi thi, jo kamre ko ek peeli, garam roshni se bhar rahi thi. Bed par wohi satin sheet thi, jispar kal raat woh leti thi. Headboard bilkul us deewar se chipka hua tha jiske us paar Arjun ka bistar tha.

Vaishali darwaze par ruk gayi.

Usne ek baar peeche mud kar dekha. Hall khaali tha. TV ab bhi chal raha tha, commentator kuch bol raha tha. Left wale flat se koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi. Shayad Arjun so gaya tha. Shayad nahi. Shayad woh andhere mein leta hua, deewar se kaan lagaaye, intezaar kar raha tha ki aaj raat bhi wohi tak-tak shuru hogi.

Yeh khayal aate hi Vaishali ke aankhon se ek aansu nikal gaya. Usne use jaldi se ponch liya, taaki Vikram na dekhe.

Lekin Vikram dekh chuka tha.

Usne uske gaal par bachi hui geelapan ko apne anguthe se mitaya, aur dheere se kaha, “Rone ki zaroorat nahi. Main tujhe dukh nahi dunga. Sirf woh dunga jo ek pati apni biwi ko deta hai. Andar aa.”

Vaishali ne ek gehri saans li.

Uske pair ab bhi nahi chal rahe the. Uska dil itni tez dhadak raha tha ki use lag raha tha Vikram sun lega. Uski chut ke andar, dard aur jalan ke neeche, ek halki si garmahat phir se uth rahi thi — jo usne nahi maangi thi, jo uske dimaag ne mana kiya tha, lekin jo uske jism ne khud se tayyar kar li thi.

Woh andar gayi.

Darwaza uske peeche band hua.

Lock lag gaya.

Aur deewar ke us paar, andhere kamre mein, Arjun ki aankhen khuli hui thi. Usne abhi kuch nahi suna tha. Lekin woh jaanta tha ki aaj raat bhi sunega. Aur woh jaanta tha ki woh kuch nahi kar paayega.

Vaishali bed ke kinare khadi thi. Lamp ki peeli roshni uske chehre par pad rahi thi. Uske haath saree ke pallu ko itni zor se pakde hue the ki uski ungliyan safed ho gayi thi. Vikram uske saamne aaya. Usne T-shirt nahi utaari. Abhi nahi. Usne sirf Vaishali ke pallu ko uske haath se dheere se chhudaya, aur use bed par bitha diya.

“Aaj main jaldi nahi karunga,” usne kaha. Uski aawaz neeli thi, lekin uske neeche wohi bhookh thi. “Pehle tujhe dekhna hai. Poora. Phir main tujhe chodunga. Aur aaj tu chup nahi rahegi. Aaj main tera muh nahi dabaunga. Aaj tu khud apna munh dabaayegi. Kyunki tera beta us deewar ke peeche hai. Aur tujhe use yeh nahi sunana ki uski maa kitni tez cheekhti hai.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li.

Uski saans atak gayi. Uski jaanghein ek dusre se chipak gayi. Aur uske pet ke neeche, us sooji hui, dard bhari jagah par, ek nami phir se ubhar aayi — dheere, gandi, aur bilkul uske control ke bina.

Woh kuch nahi bol paayi.

Kyunki bolne ke liye uske paas koi shabd nahi bacha tha.

Vaishali bed ke kinare baithi rahi. Lamp ki peeli roshni uske chehre par pad rahi thi, aur uske haath ab bhi saree ke pallu ko pakde hue the. Vikram uske saamne khada tha. Usne T-shirt nahi utaari thi. Woh dheere se jhuka, uske dono gaalon ko apni hatheliyon mein liya, aur uski aankhon mein dekha.

“Kya hua?” usne poocha. “Itni chup kyun hai?”

Vaishali ne upar dekha. Uski aankhen laal thi, thakaan se, aur us darr se jo woh chhupa nahi pa rahi thi. Usne apne honth geele kiye, aur dheere se kaha, “Vikram… main thaki hui hoon. Sach mein. Kal raat ke baad, aaj subah ke baad, mera jism ab bhi dard kar raha hai. Aur… main saaf bhi nahi hoon. Din bhar kitchen mein thi. Pasine se bhari hui hoon. Mujhe pehle naha lene do. Please.”

Vikram ne uski baat poori suni. Phir usne muskuraya. Woh muskaan naram nahi thi.

“Pasine se bhari hui hai?” usne kaha. “Achha hai. Mujhe pasina pasand hai.”

Usne Vaishali ka haath pakda aur use kheench kar apni god mein bitha liya. Woh bed ke kinare baitha tha, pair zameen par, aur Vaishali uski jaanghon par aa gayi — peeth uske seene se lagi hui, gaand uske shorts par. Jaise hi woh baithi, usne mehsoos kiya. Vikram ka lund pehle se hi sakht tha. Shorts ke kapde ke neeche se bhi uski garmahat aur uska bhaari ubhaar seedha uski gaand ki daraar mein dhas gaya. Vaishali ka jism ek pal ke liye akad gaya.

“Vikram—”

“Chup.”

Usne uska pallu ek jhatke mein hata diya. Blouse ka gehra cut khul gaya. Uske boobs upar ki taraf dabe hue the, paseene ki halki si chamak unke upar ki skin par thi. Vikram ne apna muh uski gardan par rakha. Pehle usne sirf saans li — uski garam, meethi, din bhar ki mehnat wali smell. Phir usne jeebh nikaali aur uske kaan ke neeche se le kar collarbone tak ek lambi, geeli lakeer kheench di.

Vaishali ke munh se ek halki si siski nikal gayi. Usne use rokna chaaha, lekin nahi rok paayi.

Vikram ne uske boobs ke upar ki nangi skin ko chaata. Pasina namkeen tha. Usne use chaata, chusa, aur phir uske left boob ke upar wale daag par apne daant halka sa rakh diye — kaata nahi, sirf dabaaya, taaki use yaad aaye ki yeh nishan uska hai.

“Tu kehti hai thaki hui hai,” usne uske kaan mein kaha. Uski aawaz ab bhaari ho chuki thi. “Lekin teri gaand mere lund par kaap rahi hai. Mehsus kar. Kitna sakht hai.”

Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya. Shorts ke neeche se uska lund uski gaand ki daraar mein dhasa hua tha, garam, mota, aur har saans ke saath thoda sa hil raha tha. Usne apni jaanghein sikodi. Sharm se. Darr se. Aur us sharm ke neeche ek aisi garmahat se jise woh naam nahi dena chahti thi.

Vikram ne usko apni god par thoda aur peeche kheenchha, taaki woh aur kas kar uske lund par baith jaaye. Phir usne uske boobs ko dono haathon se pakda — blouse ke upar se nahi, andar haath daal kar. Uske nipples uski hatheliyon mein sakht ho chuke the. Usne unhe ungliyon ke beech dabaaya.

“Suno,” usne kaha, aawaz bilkul uske kaan ke paas. “Main kabhi jawan ladkiyon ko pasand nahi karta tha. Patli, kachi, jinke boobs haath mein aate hi khatam ho jaayen. Mujhe hamesha mature aurat chahiye thi. Bhari hui. Jiske boobs itne bhaare hon ki mutthi mein na aayen. Jiski kamar pakadne mein haath bhar jaaye. Jiski chut pehle se khuli hui ho, lekin phir bhi tight ho. Tujhe pehli baar jab dekha tha, photo mein, tab se mera lund khada ho gaya tha. Aur jab tu ghar aayi, sleeveless blouse mein, tab maine socha — yeh aurat meri hogi. Umar ka farak hai. Main 24 ka hoon, tu 42 ki. Mujhe farak nahi padta. Ulta, isi farak mein maza hai. Ek budhi nahi, ek pakki hui aurat, jo mere neeche cheekhegi. Aur aaj tu cheekhegi, Meera. Mere neeche. Poori tarah se.”

Vaishali ke kaan garam ho gaye. Uski saans tez thi. Uske boobs Vikram ke haathon mein the, aur uski gaand uske lund par dabi hui thi. Woh kuch bolna chahti thi — ki woh thaki hai, ki yeh galat hai, ki Arjun deewar ke us paar hai — lekin uske munh se sirf ek tooti hui saans nikli.

Vikram ne use apni god se utara. Bed par khada kiya. Phir khud bed ke kinare baith gaya, pair thode khule hue, aur apne shorts ko neeche sarka diya.

Uska lund bahar aa gaya.

Lamba, mota, naso se bhara hua, supada chamakta hua. Vaishali ne use dekha aur uski saans atak gayi. Kal raat yeh uske andar gaya tha. Aaj subah bhi. Aur ab yeh uske muh ke saamne tha.

“Ghutne tek,” Vikram ne kaha.

Vaishali nahi jhuki.

“Vikram… main yeh nahi karti. Main… muh se nahi. Please. Main thaki hoon. Mujhe—”

“Tu karegi.” Usne uska haath pakda aur use neeche kheenchha. Zor se nahi, lekin itni pakad se ki woh nahi ruk paayi. “Meri biwi hai tu. Aur meri biwi mera lund muh mein legi. Pehli baar hoga, toh dheere se seekh. Lekin aaj karegi.”

Vaishali ghutnon par baith gayi. Carpet uske ghutnon mein chubha. Uska chehra Vikram ke lund ke bilkul saamne tha. Usne aankhen band ki. Uske dimaag mein Arjun ka chehra aa gaya, Ramesh ka chehra aa gaya, aur phir woh 40 lakh jo unke account mein ja chuke the. Usne aankhen kholi.

Vikram ne apna lund uske honthon par rakha. Garam. Namkeen. Usne uske neeche wale honth par supada ghumaya.

“Muh khol.”

Vaishali ne muh khola. Pehle sirf thoda. Vikram ne supada andar kiya. Uske honth uske motе supade par kas gaye. Usne jeebh se use chhua, aur Vikram ke gale se ek bhaari saans nikal gayi.

“Haan. Aise.”

Usne uske baal pakde — zor se nahi, lekin itna ki woh peeche na hat sake — aur dheere se apna lund uske muh mein aur andar kiya. Vaishali ka gala bhar gaya. Usne naak se saans li. Aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Vikram ne use thodi der aise hi rakha, phir bahar nikala, phir phir se andar kiya. Dheere. Gehra. Uske honth geele ho gaye, thook uske chin tak behne laga.

“Dekh kitni achhi lag rahi hai,” Vikram ne kaha, aawaz phati hui. “42 saal ki aurat, mere lund par jhuki hui. Tera beta agar yeh dekhe toh kya sochega? Ki uski Bhabhi kitni achhi se chusti hai?”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Sharm uske poore jism mein daud gayi. Lekin usne muh nahi hataya. Kyunki Vikram ka haath uske baalon mein tha, aur kyunki uske andar ek hissa — woh hissa jise woh nafrat karti thi — yeh mehsoos kar raha tha ki uska lund uske muh mein kitna bhaari hai, kitna garam hai.

Kuch der baad Vikram ne use peeche hataya. Uska lund uske honthon se nikla, thook ki ek lambi lakeer uske chin se uske boobs tak latak gayi.

“Bahut hua,” usne kaha. “Ab main tujhe chakhunga.”

Usne Vaishali ko bed par ghumaaya. Pet ke bal nahi — pehle usne use ghutnon par rakha, haath bed par, gaand upar. Phir usne uski saree ko kamar tak chadha diya. Petticoat ki dor kholi. Panty ko side mein nahi kiya — use neeche kheench kar uski jaanghon tak sarka diya.

Vaishali ki chut khul kar uske saamne aa gayi. Sooji hui, geeli, kal raat aur aaj subah ke baad ab bhi thodi laal. Vikram ne dono haathon se uski gaand ke dono hisse khol diye.

“Kitni geeli hai,” usne kaha. “Muh se thaki hui bol rahi thi. Neeche se nahi.”

Usne apna muh uski chut par rakha.

Pehli chaat lambi thi. Chut ke neeche wale chhed se le kar upar tak, clit tak. Vaishali ka poora jism jhatka kha gaya. Uske munh se ek tez, bina rok-tok ke siski nikal gayi. Usne turant apna muh pillow mein daal liya.

Vikram ne nahi rukha. Usne uski chut ke honthon ko apne honthon mein liya, chusa, aur phir jeebh ko uske andar daal diya. Gehra. Ghumata hua. Vaishali ke ghutne bed par fisalne lage. Uski gaand uske muh par aur dhas gayi, jaise uska jism khud us jeebh ko andar le raha ho. Vikram ne uski clit ko jeebh se maara, phir chusa, phir phir se uske andar jeebh daali.

Vaishali pillow ko daant se kaat rahi thi. Aansu aa rahe the. Dard nahi tha. Woh doosri cheez thi — woh gandi, gehri, bechain kar dene wali garmahat jo uske pet tak chadh rahi thi. Woh nahi chahti thi. Woh chillana chahti thi ki ruk jao. Lekin uske muh se sirf dabi hui, geeli siskiyan nikal rahi thi, aur uski chut Vikram ki jeebh par aur bhi zyada geeli ho rahi thi.

Vikram ne apna muh hataya. Uski daadhi aur honth uski chut ke ras se chamak rahe the.

“Ab doggy,” usne kaha. “Aur aaj main tere muh par haath nahi rakhunga. Tu khud daba. Kyunki agar teri cheekh deewar ke us paar gayi, toh tera beta sun lega ki uski Bhabhi kitni tez chodwati hai.”

Vaishali ne apne dono haath se pillow pakad liya. Uski gaand upar thi. Uski chut khuli hui, geeli, aur kaanpti hui. Usne aankhen band ki. Aur intezaar kiya.

Kyunki ab uske paas rokne ka koi raasta nahi bacha tha.

Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi.

Vaishali ghutnon aur hatheliyon par thi, gaand upar, saree kamar tak chadhi hui, panty jaanghon par atki hui. Uski chut khuli hui thi, Vikram ki jeebh se geeli, aur thodi si khuli hui. Usne pillow ko dono haathon se pakad rakha tha. Deewar bilkul uske sir ke aage thi. Nau inch. Us paar Arjun ka bistar.

Vikram ne apna lund uski chut ke honthon par rakha. Supada garam tha. Usne use ek baar upar se neeche tak ghisaya, taaki woh aur geeli ho jaaye, phir ek hi gehre dhakke mein poora andar kar diya.

Vaishali ka munh khul gaya.

Ek lambi, tez, bina rok-tok ke siski uske gale se nikal gayi — “Ahh—Vikram—” — aur woh use rok nahi paayi. Lund mota tha. Kal raat aur subah ke baad bhi uski chut uske liye poori tarah se khuli nahi thi. Pehla dhakka uski soojan ko cheerta hua andar gaya, aur uske pet ke neeche tak ek bhaari, garam bharav chali gayi. Usne turant apna muh pillow mein daal liya. Baad mein. Pehli aawaz nikal chuki thi.

Vikram ne rukna nahi.

Usne uski kamar ke dono taraf se pakda, ungliyan uske narm maans mein dhas gayi, aur dhakke maarne laga. Lambe nahi. Gehre. Har baar poora bahar, phir poora andar. Bed ki headboard deewar se takra rahi thi — thak, thak, thak. Vaishali ne pillow ko daant se kaata. Uske boobs har dhakke ke saath neeche latak kar sheet se ragad kha rahe the. Mangalsutra uske gale se nikal kar bed par hit kar raha tha.

Woh aawaz kam karna chahti thi. Usne apna muh pillow mein aur gehrai tak daala. Lekin Vikram ke dhakke itne sakht the ki har baar uske gale se ek dabi hui, geeli moan nikal hi jaati thi. “Nh—ahh—dheere—” Woh dheere nahi hua. Usne uski gaand par ek thappad maara, halka, lekin itna ki skin laal ho gayi, aur kaha, “Dheere nahi. Meri biwi hai tu. Poora legi.”

Vaishali ki aankhon se aansu nikal aaye. Dard tha. Jalan thi. Aur us dard ke neeche ek aisi lehar thi jo uske ghutnon ko kamzor kar rahi thi. Uski chut har dhakke par Vikram ke lund ko aur kas kar pakad rahi thi, jaise uska jism khud use andar rokna chahta ho. Woh yeh nahi chahti thi. Uske dimaag mein Arjun ka naam ghoom raha tha. Phir bhi uski kamar dheere-dheere peeche ki taraf hilne lagi — chhoti si, sharmili, lekin saaf.

Vikram ne yeh dekha.

Usne lund bahar nikala. Vaishali ki chut khali hote hi ek geeli aawaz hui, aur woh thodi si kaanp gayi. Vikram ne use palta. Peeth ke bal. Uski taangein khol di. Phir usne uski dono jaanghein apni baahon mein uthayi, uske ghutne uske kandhon ke paas aa gaye, aur seedha, gehra, uske upar jhuk kar phir se andar aa gaya.

Is position mein lund aur gehra gaya.

Vaishali ki peeth bed se ubhar gayi. Uske munh se ek phati hui moan nikal gayi, aur is baar usne use rokne ki koshish bhi nahi ki. Vikram uske bilkul upar tha. Uska seena uske boobs se chipka hua tha. Uske boobs uske bhaari wazan ke neeche dabe hue the, nipples sakht, daag wale. Usne uska chehra apne dono haathon mein liya aur uske honthon par apna munh rakh diya.

Pehla kiss gehra tha.

Usne uske neeche wale honth ko chusa, phir upar wale ko, phir apni jeebh uske muh mein daal di. Vaishali ne pehle virodh kiya — honth band kiye — lekin Vikram ne uske honth apne daant se halka sa kheenchhe, aur woh khul gayi. Uski jeebh uski jeebh se mili. Vikram ne use chusa. Gehra. Ganda. Jaise woh uske muh ko bhi usi tarah kha raha ho jaise neeche uski chut ko kha raha tha. Vaishali ke dimaag mein ek pal ke liye sab kuch safed ho gaya. Arjun. Deewar. Sharm. Sab kuch us kiss aur us lund ke neeche dab gaya.

Vikram ne kiss toda nahi. Woh chodta raha aur chusta raha. Har dhakka uske muh mein ek chhoti si siski daal jaata tha, jo Vikram pee jaata tha. Uske boobs uske seene se ragad kha rahe the. Pasina dono ke jism ko chipka raha tha. Vaishali ke haath, jo pehle uske kandhon par the use dhakelne ke liye, ab uski peeth par fisal gaye. Nakhun uski skin mein dhas gaye. Woh use kheench rahi thi. Khud ko samajh nahi aa raha tha. Uska jism uske dimaag se aage nikal gaya tha.

“Haan,” Vikram ne uske honthon par kaha, aawaz phati hui. “Aise. Pakad. Meri biwi.”

Usne apni raftaar tez kar di. Bed poori tarah hil rahi thi. Headboard deewar se lagatar takra rahi thi. Vaishali ki moan ab pillow mein nahi dabi thi. Woh Vikram ke muh mein dabi thi, aur phir bhi bahar nikal rahi thi — lambi, geeli, tooti hui. Uski chut itni geeli ho chuki thi ki har dhakke par ek geeli, phachak karti aawaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Cum aur uska ras dono mil kar uski gaand ke neeche sheet par ek geela daag bana rahe the.

Uski pehli lehar aayi bina warning ke.

Pet ke neeche kuch kas gaya. Jaanghein kaanpne lagi. Chut ne Vikram ke lund ko itni zor se nichoda ki uska dhakka ek pal ke liye atak gaya. Vaishali ka sar peeche gaya, kiss toot gaya, aur uske gale se ek lambi, kaanpti hui moan nikal gayi — “Ahh—haaye—Vikram—” — jo usne nahi rok paayi. Uska jism bed par hil raha tha. Aankhen dhundhli. Muh khula. Woh kuch nahi soch pa rahi thi. Sirf woh garam, safed, bhaari lehar jo uske boobs se le kar uski ungliyon tak daud gayi.

Vikram ne use dekha. Uski aankhen khuli hui thi, lekin khali. Honth geele. Saans atki hui. Woh uski godi mein ek doll ki tarah leti thi, taangein uske kandhon par, jism dheela.

“Ab sun,” usne kaha, aur phir se andar tak dhakka maara. “Aur le.”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Bol nahi paayi. Uske honth khule rahe. Jab Vikram ne phir se uski jeebh chusi, toh usne use andar aane diya. Jab usne uske boob ko muh mein lekar nipple ko daant se dabaaya, toh usne sirf ek halki si siski nikaali aur apni peeth aur ubhaari, taaki woh aur gehra le sake. Jab usne kaha “taangein aur khol,” toh usne khol di. Jab usne kaha “mujhe dekh,” toh usne aankhen khol di — dhundhli, geeli, khali.

Woh uski doll ban chuki thi.

Vikram ne use aur tez choda. Ab woh khud bhi kinaare par tha. Uski saans uske gale mein atak rahi thi. Usne Vaishali ke dono haath uske sir ke upar pakad liye, ek hi mutthi mein, aur poori taaqat se andar tak jaata raha. Vaishali har dhakke par ek chhoti si, tooti hui moan nikaal rahi thi. Uski chut uske lund ko baar-baar nichod rahi thi, ab bhi us pehli lehar ke baad kaanpti hui. Sheet uski gaand ke neeche poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi. Ras uski jaanghon se hota hua bed par beh raha tha.

Vikram ne aakhri baar uska munh liya. Jeebh gehra. Phir usne apna lund poora andar tak dhasaaya aur wahin ruk gaya.

Usne andar hi chhoda.

Gaadha, garam, lambe jhatkon mein. Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya. Uska pet ke neeche bhar gaya. Har jhatke par ek naya garam dhakka uski chut ki aakhri deewar se takraaya. Uske munh se ek dheemi, khaali si saans nikli. Usne aankhen band kar li. Uska jism dheela pad gaya, Vikram ke neeche, uske lund par, uske cum se bhari hui.

Vikram uske upar leta raha. Saansein tez. Lund abhi bhi andar, dheere-dheere narm hota hua. Usne uske maathe par ek chhota sa kiss kiya. Phir uske honthon par. Phir uske boob par, jahan naya daag ban chuka tha.

“Meri,” usne kaha.

Vaishali ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski aankhen band thi. Uska jism kaanp raha tha, chhoti-chhoti leharon mein. Jab Vikram ne lund bahar nikala, toh ek lambi, geeli dhaar uski chut se nikal kar sheet par beh gayi — uska cum, uska ras, dono mil kar. Chut khuli hui thi, laal, kaanpti hui, aur khali hote hi dheere-dheere band hone lagi, jaise woh ab bhi use andar rokna chahti ho.

Vikram uske bagal mein let gaya. Usne use apni taraf kheenchha, uska sar apne seene par rakha, aur uske baal se paseena hataya.

Vaishali uske seene par leti rahi. Aankhen band. Munh thoda khula. Saans dheemi. Uske dimaag mein abhi koi shabd nahi tha. Na Arjun. Na Ramesh. Na woh galti. Sirf uske jism ki thakaan, uske andar ki garmahat, aur Vikram ka haath uski kamar par.

Woh uski doll ki tarah leti rahi.

Aur deewar ke us paar, andhere mein, Arjun ne apna chehra pillow mein chhupa liya tha. Usne sab suna tha. Har moan. Har thak. Har woh aawaz jab uski maa ne Vikram ka naam liya tha. Aur woh jaanta tha ki woh kuch nahi kar sakta.

Agle din.


Subah ki pehli roshni window ke paarde se aayi, toh Vaishali pehle se jaag chuki thi.

Woh bed par nahi thi. Bathroom se naha kar nikal chuki thi, baal abhi bhi geele the, ek purani cotton ki nightie uske jism par lagi hui thi — wohi nightie jo usne apne purane bag se nikaali thi, kyunki Vikram ke diye hue kapde abhi uske liye bahut khule lagte the. Nightie ghutnon tak thi. Gale ka ghera gehra nahi tha, lekin kapda patla tha, aur nahaane ke baad uske boobs ke neeche ab bhi halki si nami thi, jisse kapda unke ubhaar se chipak gaya tha. Usne mangalsutra pehen liya tha. Maang mein sindoor ki ek patli si lakeer lagayi thi, haath ab bhi thode kaanp rahe the jab usne woh lakeer kheenchhi thi.

Woh kitchen mein khadi thi.

Chai ka paani ubal raha tha. Usne adrak kat li thi, elaichi masal li thi, aur doodh ka packet kholne hi wali thi, jab usne peeche kadmon ki aawaz suni. Woh nahi mudi. Usne socha tha ki agar woh kaam mein lagi rahegi, toh shayad Vikram seedha bathroom chala jaayega. Kal raat ke baad uska jism ab bhi dheela tha. Jaanghon ke beech ek halki si jalan thi, aur jab woh chalti thi toh uski chaal mein ek chhota sa farak aa jaata tha, jise woh khud mehsoos kar rahi thi. Usne nightie ko neeche kheenchha, jaise kapda use dhak lega.

Vikram kitchen ke darwaze par ruk gaya.

Usne use peeche se dekha. Geeli choti uski gardan par lagi hui thi. Nightie ke patle kapde mein uski kamar ki lakeer saaf thi, aur neeche uski gaand ka bhaari, narm ubhaar. Woh chai bana rahi thi, bilkul kisi ghar ki aurat ki tarah, aur yeh dekh kar Vikram ke honthon par ek dheemi muskaan aayi. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Seedha uske peeche aaya, uski kamar mein dono haath daale, aur apna munh uski gardan par rakha.

Vaishali ka haath doodh ke packet par ruk gaya.

“Vikram… chai—”

Usne use ghuma diya.

Counter uski peeth se lag gaya. Vikram ne uska chehra apne dono haathon mein liya, aur bina kuch bole uske honthon par apna munh rakh diya. Pehla sparsh naram tha. Sirf honth. Phir usne uske neeche wale honth ko apne honthon mein liya aur chusa, dheere, gehra, jaise uske paas subah ka poora waqt ho. Vaishali ne pehle apne honth band rakhe. Uske haath uske seene par the, use dhakelne ke liye nahi, sirf ek kamzor si deewar banane ke liye. Vikram ne us deewar ko toda nahi. Usne sirf apni jeebh uske honthon par ghumayi, ek baar, do baar, jab tak uske honth khud nahi khul gaye.

Phir kiss gehra ho gaya.

Usne apni jeebh uske muh mein daal di. Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Uski peeth counter se aur chipak gayi. Vikram ne uske baalon ko ek haath se pakda, geeli choti ke neeche se, aur uske sir ko thoda peeche kiya taaki woh aur gehra kiss kar sake. Doosre haath se usne uski kamar pakdi aur use apni taraf kheenchha. Nightie ke patle kapde ke neeche se uske boobs uske seene se dab gaye. Vaishali ke munh se ek chhoti si, dabi hui siski nikal gayi, jo seedha Vikram ke muh mein sama gayi.

Woh kiss lambi thi.

Itni lambi ki Vaishali ko saans chadhne lagi. Uski naak se saans tez ho gayi. Uski ungliyan Vikram ke T-shirt mein kas gayi. Jab usne kiss toda, toh uske honth geele the, thode khule, aur uski aankhen dhundhli. Woh ek pal ke liye counter se lag kar khadi rahi, saans lenе ki koshish karti hui, jaise uske dimaag ko wapas aane mein waqt lag raha ho.

“Subah subah,” usne kaha, aawaz patli. “Main chai bana rahi thi. Tum… tum aise—”

“Aise hi karunga,” Vikram ne kaha. Usne apne anguthe se uske neeche wale honth par bachi hui geelapan ko mitaya. “Meri biwi subah muh mein leke uthе, toh main use aise hi chodunga. Kiss se. Baaki baad mein.”

Vaishali ne nazar neeche kar li. Uske gaal garam the. Woh kuch kehna chahti thi — ki woh thaki hai, ki deewar ke us paar log hain, ki use aise mat pakdo jab woh kaam kar rahi ho — lekin uske honth ab bhi us kiss ki garmahat mehsoos kar rahe the, aur shabd uske gale mein atak gaye.

Vikram ne use chhoda nahi. Usne jhuk kar uske maathe par ek chhota sa kiss kiya, phir uski maang par, jahan sindoor ki lakeer thi. Phir usne uske kaan ke neeche, gardan par, ek aur chhota sa kiss kiya, itna halka ki sirf uske honth ki garmahat reh gayi.

“Chai bana,” usne kaha. “Main naha ke aata hoon. Aur nightie mat badalna. Yahi achhi lag rahi hai.”

Woh bathroom ki taraf chala gaya.

Vaishali counter se lagi rahi. Uski saans abhi bhi tez thi. Usne apne honthon par ungli rakhi. Woh thode sooje hue lag rahe the. Uske boobs ke neeche, nightie ke kapde mein, uske nipples sakht ho chuke the, aur yeh dekh kar usne jaldi se pallu maangne ki jagah apni baahen seene par cross kar li. Woh sharminda thi. Apne jism se. Is baat se ki ek kiss ne use itna beqaboo kar diya tha ki woh ek pal ke liye bhool gayi thi ki woh kahan khadi hai.

Usne chai banayi.

Haath ab bhi thode dheele the. Jab woh doodh daal rahi thi, toh uske dimaag mein kal raat ka scene ghoom raha tha — uski gaand upar, Vikram ka lund andar, uski moan jo woh nahi rok paayi thi, aur woh pal jab uska dimaag safed ho gaya tha aur woh uski baat maan-ti chali gayi thi. Usne aankhen band ki. *Main uski doll nahi hoon,* usne andar hi andar kaha. *Main majboor hoon. Yeh sab Arjun aur Ramesh ki wajah se hai. Mujhe yahan se nikalna hai.*

Lekin jab bathroom se paani ki aawaz band hui, toh uska jism phir se thoda akad gaya. Intezaar mein. Aur yeh intezaar use aur bhi zyada sharminda kar gaya.

Vikram naha kar nikla. Sirf ek towel kamar par. Baal geele. Usne kitchen mein kadam rakha, Vaishali ko chai chhante hue dekha, aur seedha uske peeche aa gaya. Is baar usne use nahi ghumaaya. Usne sirf uski gardan par apna munh rakha, geeli choti ko side kiya, aur wahan ek lambi, dheemi kiss chhod di. Uske honth uski skin par thehre, phir dheere se khule, aur usne wahan halka sa chusa.

Vaishali ke haath mein chai ki channi ruk gayi.

“Vikram… garam hai. Haath jal jaayega.”

“Toh rakh de.”

Usne channi counter par rakh di. Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi, use apni taraf thoda kheenchha, taaki uski peeth uske nange seene se lag jaaye. Towel ke neeche se uska lund abhi poora sakht nahi tha, lekin uski garmahat uski gaand par mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne uske kandhe par ek aur kiss kiya. Phir uske kaan ke paas. Phir jhuk kar, nightie ke gale se, uske boob ke upar ki skin par ek chhoti si, geeli kiss.

“Bas,” Vaishali ne dheere se kaha. Uski aawaz mein woh mazbooti nahi thi jo woh lana chahti thi. “Koi aa jaayega. Arjun ne kaha tha chai lene aayega. Subah.”

Vikram ne uske kaan par ek halka sa kat liya, daant se nahi, sirf honthon se.

“Aane de. Teri Bua hoon main uski, yaad hai? Bhabhi. Woh darwaza khatkhatayega, main kholunga, aur tu chai leke aayegi. Itna hi. Beech mein yeh mera hai.”

Usne use chhoda. Towel theek kiya. Aur hall ki taraf chala gaya, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.

Vaishali akeli khadi rahi. Uski gardan par uski kiss ki geelapan ab bhi thi. Uske boob ke upar ki skin garam thi. Usne apna haath wahan rakha, jaise woh nishaan mita sakti ho, lekin mita nahi. Usne chai ke do cup nikale. Ek apne liye. Ek uske liye. Teesra Arjun ke liye, kyunki usne kaha tha woh aayega.

Jab woh cup table par rakh rahi thi, tab doorbell nahi baji. Darwaze par halki si khatkhat hui. Arjun.

Vaishali ka dil ek pal ke liye baith gaya. Usne nightie ke upar jaldi se ek dupatta daal liya, baal theek kiye, aur hall ki taraf dekha. Vikram pehle se darwaze par tha. Usne darwaza khola. Arjun bahar khada tha, T-shirt aur pajama mein, aankhon ke neeche halki sujan, jaise usne raat bhar theek se soya hi na ho.

“Aaja bhai,” Vikram ne kaha, bilkul aaraam se. Usne Arjun ke kandhe par haath rakha aur use andar kheenchha. “Teri Bhabhi chai bana rahi hai. Kal raat bohot thak gayi thi, isliye subah late uthi.”

Arjun ki nazar seedhi Vaishali par gayi.

Woh dupatte mein khadi thi. Maang mein sindoor. Gale mein mangalsutra. Chehra thaka hua, honth thode laal. Usne use “Ma” nahi kaha. Woh nahi keh sakta tha. Vikram wahin khada tha, uske kandhe par haath rakhe, muskurata hua.

“Chai… ready hai,” Vaishali ne kaha. Uski aawaz narm thi. “Baith ja.”

Arjun baith gaya. Vikram uske bagal mein baith gaya, jaise dono dost hon. Vaishali ne cup aage badhaye. Jab woh Vikram ka cup rakh rahi thi, tab Vikram ne uska haath pakad liya — Arjun ke saamne, bilkul khullam-khulla — aur uski ungliyon par ek chhoti si kiss kar di.

“Thank you, biwi,” usne kaha.

Vaishali ka haath kaanp gaya. Usne use chhudaya, aur apna cup lekar kitchen ki taraf mud gayi, taaki Arjun uske chehre par ka kapkapaahat na dekhe. Peeche Vikram Arjun se cricket ki baat kar raha tha. Halki hasi. Aaraam. Jaise deewar ke us paar kal raat koi cheekh nahi uthi ho. Jaise uski Bhabhi abhi-abhi uske neeche se nahi uthi ho.

Vaishali kitchen mein khadi rahi, cup dono haathon mein liye.

Uske honth ab bhi garam the. Uske boob ke upar ki skin ab bhi us kiss ko yaad kar rahi thi. Aur hall mein baitha hua uska beta uske pati se — us mard se jo use apni Bua samajhta tha — baatein kar raha tha, bina yeh jaane ki subah ki pehli kiss ne uski maa ko kitni der tak saans lene layak nahi chhoda tha.

Usne chai ka ek ghoont liya.

Woh thandi ho chuki thi.

Hall mein cricket ki baat chal rahi thi, lekin Vaishali kitchen ke darwaze ke us paar khadi har lafz sun rahi thi.

Arjun kam bol raha tha. Vikram zyada bol raha tha. Uski aawaz mein wohi aaraam tha, wohi halki si hasi, jaise yeh subah kisi aur subah jaisi ho. Vaishali ne apna cup sink mein rakh diya. Chai usne pee nahi thi. Uske honth ab bhi us kiss ki garmahat mehsoos kar rahe the, aur jab bhi woh apni jeebh se unhe chhuti thi, use Vikram ki jeebh ka swaad yaad aa jaata tha. Usne dupatta aur kas kar bandha. Nightie ke patle kapde par dupatta kaafi nahi tha. Uske boobs ka ubhaar ab bhi saaf tha, aur nipplon ki sakhti, jo us kiss ne utha di thi, abhi poori tarah se gayi nahi thi.

Usne socha ki woh andar na jaaye.

Lekin chai ke saath kuch toh dena tha. Usne ek plate mein biscuit nikale, aur unhe rakhte waqt uske haath phir se dheele pad gaye. Kal raat woh usi haathon se Vikram ki peeth pakad rahi thi. Nakhun uski skin mein dhas rahe the. Aur subah wohi haath chai bana rahe the, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.

Woh plate leke hall mein aayi.

Arjun ne upar dekha. Ek pal ke liye uski nazar uske chehre par ruki, phir neeche, uske honthon par. Woh thode laal the. Thode geele. Arjun ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh nahi keh sakta tha. Usne biscuit liya aur apni chai mein dekhne laga, jaise cup ke andar koi jawab ho.

Vikram ne plate se ek biscuit uthaya, aur jab Vaishali jhuk kar plate table par rakh rahi thi, tab usne apna doosra haath uski kamar par rakh diya. Dupatte ke upar se. Arjun ke bilkul saamne. Uske anguthe ne uski kamar ke narm maans ko halka sa dabaaya, bilkul wahan jahan kal raat uski pakad thi.

Vaishali ka jism ek pal ke liye akad gaya.

“Baith ja,” Vikram ne kaha, bilkul seedhi aawaz mein. “Kitni der khadi rahegi. Teri Bhabhi hai, Arjun, lekin ghar ki maalkin bhi hai. Baithne de use.”

Arjun ne sir hila diya. Bol nahi paaya.

Vaishali baith gayi, Vikram ke doosri taraf, taaki uske aur Arjun ke beech thodi doori rahe. Lekin sofa chhota tha. Uski jaangh Vikram ki jaangh se lag rahi thi. Nightie upar sarak gayi thi, ghutne ke upar tak, aur Vikram ki nazar wahan gayi. Usne use wapas neeche nahi kiya. Usne sirf apna haath uski jaangh par rakh diya, dupatte ke neeche, kapde par, aur use wahin rehne diya.

Vaishali ne saans andar khinch li.

Arjun biscuit kha raha tha. Uski nazar baar-baar uth kar un dono par jaati thi, aur phir neeche ho jaati thi. Woh jaanta tha. Deewar ke us paar se usne sab suna tha. Lekin yahan, is subah ki roshni mein, Vikram uski maa ko — apni Bhabhi ko — aise chhoo raha tha jaise uska haq ho. Aur haq tha. Register par. Mangalsutra par. Kal raat uske andar.

“Aaj kya plan hai?” Arjun ne poocha. Uski aawaz sukhi thi. “Main… college jaane se pehle socha pooch loon.”

“Plan?” Vikram ne uski jaangh par apna haath thoda aur upar khiskaya. Vaishali ne use hatane ki koshish nahi ki. Arjun dekh raha tha. “Aaj toh nayi biwi ke saath ghar pe hi hoon. Shaam ko mummy aayengi, dekhne. Unhone kaha tha do din baad bahu ko ghar bulaungi, lekin unse raha nahi gaya. Dopahar tak aa jaayengi. Tu bhi ruk jaana, bhai. Teri Bhabhi ke liye achha rahega. Family lagegi.”

Vaishali ka gala sookh gaya.

Vikram ki mummy. Woh aurat jisne use Meera kaha tha, jisne uske gale mein mangalsutra bandhte hue dekha tha, jisne kaha tha ki pehli raat naye ghar mein shubh hoti hai. Ab woh yahan aane wali thi. Aur Vaishali ko uske saamne bahu bankar khada hona tha. Pair chhune the. Sar jhukana tha. Aur yeh jhooth jeena tha ki woh ek unmarried aurat thi, jo ab is ladke ki biwi hai.

“Main… main dekh lungi,” usne kaha. “Khana bana lungi. Aap tension mat lijiye.”

Vikram ne uski taraf dekha. Uske honthon par wohi chhoti si muskaan thi.

“Aap nahi,” usne dheere se kaha. “Tum. Aur tension mujhe nahi hai. Tujhe hai. Kyun? Mummy se darr lagta hai?”

“Nahi.”

“Achha.” Usne jhuk kar, Arjun ke saamne, uske gaal par ek chhoti si kiss kar di. Honth uski skin par thehre, ek second, do second, phir hat gaye. “Darr mat. Mummy tujhe pasand kar chuki hain. Kehti hain bahu bohot seedhi hai. Bohot susheel. Main unhe yeh nahi bataunga ki raat ko tu kitni seedhi nahi rehti.”

Arjun ka biscuit uske haath mein ruk gaya.

Vaishali ke kaan garam ho gaye. Usne nazar neeche kar li. Uski jaangh par Vikram ka haath ab bhi tha, angutha dheere-dheere ghum raha tha, nightie ke kapde par, uski skin ke bilkul upar. Arjun ne yeh dekha. Usne dekha ki uski maa ne woh haath nahi hataya. Usne dekha ki uske gaal par ab bhi us kiss ki halki si laali hai. Aur usne kuch nahi kaha.

Woh nahi keh sakta tha.

Kuch der baad Arjun utha. “Main chalta hoon. College. Shaam ko… dekh lunga.”

“Ruk ja na,” Vikram ne kaha. “Chai toh khatam kar.”

“Ho gayi.” Arjun ne cup table par rakha. Usme ab bhi aadhi chai thi. Usne Vaishali ki taraf dekha. Ek pal. Uski aankhon mein woh sawaal tha jo woh pooch nahi sakta tha — *theek ho? raat ko jo maine suna, woh…* — aur Vaishali ne us sawaal ka jawab nahi diya. Usne sirf sir hila diya, bilkul usi tarah jaise ek Bhabhi apne devar ko vida karti hai.

“Khyaal rakhna,” usne kaha. “Garmi hai.”

Arjun darwaze tak gaya. Vikram use chhodne utha. Landing par, left wale darwaze ke saamne, usne Arjun ke kandhe par haath rakha.

“Teri Bhabhi sharmati bohot hai,” usne dheere se kaha, jaise koi badi baat bata raha ho. “Tere saamne toh bilkul chup ho jaati hai. Tu usse thoda khul ke baat kar. Woh akeli mehsoos karti hai. Naya ghar, naya sab. Tu paas hai, isliye usse achha lagega.”

Arjun ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Vikram muskuraha raha tha. Use kuch pata nahi tha. Use lagta tha woh ek achha devar banne ki salaah de raha hai. Use lagta tha Arjun uski biwi ki Bua ka beta hai, ek seedha ladka, jo shayad apni nayi Bhabhi ko thoda zyada dekhta hai. Isiliye woh use chedta tha. Isiliye woh uske saamne Vaishali ko chhuta tha. Use maza aata tha.

“Theek hai,” Arjun ne kaha.

Woh left wale darwaze mein ghus gaya. Darwaza band hua.

Vikram wapas andar aaya. Darwaza band kiya. Lock lagaya. Aur seedha kitchen mein gaya, jahan Vaishali sink ke paas khadi bartan dho rahi thi, jaise haathon ko kaam dekar woh apne honthon ki garmahat mita sakti ho.

Usne peeche se uski kamar pakdi.

“Chala gaya,” usne uske kaan mein kaha. “Ab aa.”

“Vikram, bartan—”

Usne use ghumaaya. Geeli hatheliyan uske seene par lag gayi. Usne uska dupatta hata diya, nightie ka gala thoda neeche kiya, aur uske upar wale boob par apna munh rakh diya. Kiss nahi. Pehle sirf honth. Phir jeebh. Usne uski skin ko chaata, wahi jahan subah ek chhoti si kiss chhodi thi, aur is baar usne wahan chusa, itna ki ek naya, halka sa nishan ban jaaye.

Vaishali ne uske baal pakad liye. Hatane ke liye. Lekin uski pakad dheeli thi. Uski saans tez ho gayi thi. Jab Vikram ne upar dekha, uske honth geele, aankhen bhaari, tab usne kaha, “Dopahar tak mummy aayengi. Usse pehle main tujhe ek baar aur lunga. Dheere. Bina deewar ke darr ke. Arjun college gaya hua hai. Aaj tu cheekh sakti hai.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li.

Uske munh se koi naa nahi nikli. Kyunki naa nikalne ka koi matlab nahi tha. Aur kyunki uske jism ne, us subah ki kiss se lekar ab tak, pehle hi haan kar di thi.

Vikram ne use kitchen mein nahi liya.

Usne uska haath pakda aur use bedroom tak le gaya, dheere, jaise unke paas waqt ho. Darwaza band kiya. Lock nahi lagaya. Arjun college ja chuka tha, aur left wale flat se koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi. Pehli baar deewar ke us paar khaali thi. Vaishali ne yeh mehsoos kiya, aur is khali pan ne use aur bechain kar diya. Ab uske paas yeh bahana bhi nahi tha ki koi sun lega.

Bed ab bhi bina bani hui thi. Sheet par kal raat ka geela daag sookh kar ek halka sa nishaan ban chuka tha. Vaishali ne use dekha aur nazar hata li. Vikram ne use bed ke kinare bithaya. Khud uske saamne khada raha. Towel ab bhi uski kamar par tha. Usne nightie ki hem pakdi aur use dheere se upar kiya, uski jaanghon se, uski kamar se, uske boobs se hota hua, aur sir ke upar se nikaal diya.

Vaishali nangi thi.

Mangalsutra uske gale mein. Sindoor maang mein. Baaki sab uske saamne. Subah ki roshni mein uske boobs bhaare aur dheele pad rahe the, nipples ab bhi sakht, upar wale boob par Vikram ke muh ka halka sa nishan. Kamar par kal raat ki ungliyon ke nishan. Jaanghon ke andar wale hisse par ek sookha hua, chamakta nishaan, jahan se uska cum beh kar sookh gaya tha.

Vikram ne use dekha. Jaldi nahi ki.

“Kitni sundar hai tu,” usne kaha. Aawaz neeli thi. “Subah ki roshni mein aur bhi. Tere boobs dekh. Kitne bhaare hain. Teri kamar. Teri jaanghein. Main jawan ladkiyon ko isliye nahi chahta tha, Meera. Unmein yeh nahi hota. Yeh bharav. Yeh garmahat. Yeh jo tu mere saamne baithi hai, sharmati hui, lekin nangi, yeh kisi 22 saal ki ladki mein nahi milta.”

Vaishali ne apni baahen seene par cross karne ki koshish ki. Vikram ne unhe hatayi. Dheere se. Usne uske dono boobs apni hatheliyon mein liye, unhe uthaya, unka wazan mehsoos kiya, aur phir jhuk kar left nipple ko apne muh mein le liya. Chusa. Dheere. Gehra. Jeebh se use ghumaya. Vaishali ki peeth seedhi ho gayi. Uski saans tez ho gayi. Usne uske baal pakde, aur is baar hatane ke liye nahi.

Vikram ne doosre boob par wahi kiya. Phir uske honthon par aaya. Kiss lambi thi, geeli, uske muh mein jeebh, uske honthon ko chuste hue. Vaishali ne saans li, aur saans usi kiss mein ghul gayi. Jab usne toda, toh woh bed par peeche hat chuki thi, kohniyon par tiki hui, aankhen dhundhli.

“Let ja,” usne kaha.

Woh let gayi.

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Vikram ne towel khola. Uska lund sakht tha, lambe intezaar ke baad, supada chamakta hua. Usne Vaishali ki taangein kholi. Apna haath uski chut par rakha. Ungli se use chhua. Woh geeli thi. Subah ki kiss se, gardan par chusne se, aur is intezaar se jise woh maan nahi rahi thi. Vikram ne ek ungli andar ki. Dheere. Phir doosri. Vaishali ne apna neeche wala honth kaat liya.


“Aaj dheere,” usne kaha. “Mummy aayengi dopahar ko. Tujhe chalna hai. Baithna hai. Unke pair chhune hain. Isliye main tujhe todunga nahi. Bas lunga.”

Woh uske upar aaya. Lund uski chut par set kiya. Aur dheere, ek lambi saans ke saath, andar gaya.

Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Muh khula. Ek dheemi, lambi moan uske gale se nikli, aur is baar usne use nahi roka. Koi sunane wala nahi tha. Lund dheere-dheere andar gaya, poora, uski soojan ko bharata hua, uske pet ke neeche tak. Vikram ruk gaya. Uske andar. Uska maatha uske maathe se laga hua. Saansein mili hui.

“Dekh mujhe,” usne kaha.

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Vikram ki aankhen uske bilkul paas thi. Unmein bhookh thi, lekin aaj subah ek aur cheez bhi thi — ek aisi pakad, jaise woh use dekh kar hi santusht ho raha ho. Usne dheere se hilna shuru kiya. Lambe dhakke. Poora bahar, poora andar. Har baar Vaishali ki saans uske saath upar aati thi. Uski taangein uski kamar par chadh gayi, khud, bina uske kahe. Uske boobs har dhakke par uske seene se dabte the.

Vikram ne uska munh liya. Kiss toda nahi. Jeebh uski jeebh se mili. Woh chodta raha aur chusta raha, dheere, jaise subah ka yeh samay sirf unka ho. Vaishali ke haath uski peeth par the. Nakhun dheere. Woh use kheench rahi thi. Uske dimaag mein ek hissa ab bhi kehta raha — yeh galat hai, tu Vaishali hai, Arjun tera beta hai, yeh ladka tujhe Meera samajhta hai — lekin woh hissa uski saanson ke neeche dabta chala gaya. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi. Uski kamar uske dhakkon ka saath de rahi thi. Uski moan uske muh mein gir rahi thi.

Woh aayi dheere se.

Koi jhatka nahi. Ek lambi, garam lehar, jo uske pet se uthi aur uski jaanghon tak gayi. Uski chut ne use andar kas liya. Uski moan uske honthon par toot gayi, ek chhoti si, geeli, “Vikram…” jo usne khud kahi, bina uske poochhe. Uska jism kaanp gaya, phir dheela pad gaya, uske neeche.

Vikram ne aur do dhakke maare. Dheere. Phir andar hi ruk gaya, aur usne bhi chhod diya. Garam. Gehra. Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya, aur apni aankhen band kar li. Usne use aur kas kar pakda. Ek pal ke liye. Phir uske haath dheele pad gaye.

Vikram uske upar leta raha. Saansein dheemi. Usne uske maathe par kiss kiya. Phir aankh par. Phir honthon par, ek chhoti si, naram.

“Ab uth,” usne kaha. “Naha le. Mummy aayengi. Aur yeh nightie mat pehenna. Woh saree pehen jo maine kal almari mein rakhi thi. Neeli wali. Usme tere boobs achhe lagte hain.”

Woh utha. Bathroom chala gaya.

Vaishali bed par leti rahi. Taangein thodi khuli. Chut se uska cum dheere-dheere nikal kar sheet par gir raha tha. Usne apna haath apne pet par rakha. Saans abhi bhi tez thi. Honth geele. Aankhen chhat ki taraf.

Usne socha ki woh sharminda mehsoos karegi. Kal raat ki tarah. Subah ki tarah. Lekin sharm ab ek aur cheez ke neeche dabi hui thi — uski apni moan, uska apna naam lena, uski apni taangein jo khud uski kamar par chadhi thi. Yeh use dara raha tha. Is darr se zyada ki Vikram ne use choda tha.

Woh uthi. Dheere. Jaanghon mein ek narm si thakaan thi, dard nahi. Usne bathroom ka darwaza khatkhataya nahi. Usne almari kholi. Neeli saree nikaali. Blouse uske saath tha, gehra cut, jo usne khud kabhi nahi kharida tha.

Jab Vikram bathroom se nikla, tab woh saree pehen chuki thi. Maang mein sindoor. Gale mein mangalsutra. Boobs us blouse mein upar uthе hue, cleavage saaf. Vikram ne use dekha. Uske peeche aaya. Uske kandhe par ek chhoti si kiss chhodi. Phir uske kaan par. Phir usne kaha, “Aise hi reh. Jab mummy aaye, toh tu unke pair chhu. Aur mujhe dekh kar muskurana. Samjhi?”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya.

Woh kitchen mein wapas gayi. Bartan dhoe. Chawal nikale. Sabzi ka intezam kiya. Har thodi der baad Vikram aata, uski kamar par haath rakhta, uske gaal par ek chhoti si kiss chhodta, aur chala jaata. Koi lamba kiss nahi. Koi khinchna nahi. Sirf yeh chhoti-chhoti, garam chhuan, jo use din bhar yaad dilati rahi ki subah uske andar kya hua tha.

Dopahar ke kareeb doorbell baji.

Vikram ne darwaza khola. Uski mummy bahar khadi thi, ek thaili mein mithai, dusre haath mein ek naya saree ka packet. Unhone Vaishali ko dekha — neeli saree, sindoor, mangalsutra, sar jhukaye — aur unka chehra khil gaya.

“Aayi bahu,” unhone kaha.

Vaishali aage badhi. Jhuki. Unke pair chhue. Jab woh uthi, tab Vikram ki mummy ne uske gaal par haath rakha, aur kaha, “Kitni achhi lag rahi hai. Chehre par rang aa gaya hai. Naya ghar suit kar gaya, hai na?”

Vaishali ne muskurane ki koshish ki.

“Haan, mummy,” usne kaha.

Vikram peeche khada tha. Usne use dekha. Aur jab uski mummy mithai ka packet kholne mein lagi, tab usne Vaishali ke kaan ke bilkul paas, itni dheemi aawaz mein ki sirf woh sun sake, kaha, “Bohot achhi biwi hai tu.”

Vaishali ne nazar neeche kar li.

Uske andar ab bhi uski subah ki garmahat thi. Aur uske munh par, uski saas ke saamne, ek bahu ki muskaan thi. Dono ek saath. Dono usi aurat ke. Aur dono mein se kaun si sach thi, yeh woh khud ab nahi keh pa rahi thi.


Dopehar ka ek baj chuka tha jab doorbell baji.

Vaishali ne gas band ki. Haath dupatte se ponche. Neeli saree usne subah hi pehen li thi, wohi jo Vikram ne almari mein rakh di thi. Blouse ka cut gehra tha. Usne pallu ko do baar theek kiya, taaki cleavage kam dikhe, lekin kapda itna bhaari nahi tha ki poori tarah chhup jaaye. Maang mein sindoor ki lakeer seedhi thi. Gale mein mangalsutra. Woh darwaze tak aayi, toh Vikram pehle se wahan khada tha, fresh, kurta badla hua, chehre par woh araam jo use hamesha rehta tha jab ghar uske hisaab se chal raha ho.

Usne darwaza khola.

Vikram ki mummy bahar khadi thi. Ek haath mein mithai ka packet, doosre mein ek thaili jisme se kapde ka kona dikh raha tha. Unke peeche ek chhoti si aurat bhi thi, society ki, jo unhe rasta dikhane ke bahane neeche tak aa gayi thi. Mummy ne Vaishali ko dekha aur unka chehra khul gaya.

“Aayi bahu.”

Vaishali ne pallu aur kas ke sar jhukaya. Aage badhi. Jhuki. Unke pair chhue. Jab woh uthi, toh mummy ne uske gaal par haath rakha, thoda thanda, thoda mehngi cream wali mehak, aur kaha, “Kitni achhi lag rahi hai. Subah se yeh saree pehni hai? Rang khil gaya hai chehre par.”

“Aaj hi pehni, mummy,” Vaishali ne kaha.

Society wali aurat ne bhi muskura kar dekha, phir chali gayi. Darwaza band hua. Mummy andar aayi, sofa par baithi, aur mithai ka packet Vaishali ke haath mein de diya.

“Rakh de. Pehle paani pila. Garmi mein upar tak aate-aate jaan nikal gayi.”

Vaishali kitchen ki taraf mudi. Vikram peeche aa gaya, itna paas ki uski saas abhi hall mein baithi use dekh sakti thi agar mud ke dekhe. Usne Vaishali ki kamar par haath rakha, ek second, aur dheere se kaha, “Pallu itna mat kheench. Mummy ko dikhane ke liye pehni hai saree, chhupane ke liye nahi.”

Vaishali ne uska haath hataya. Aawaz bilkul neeche.

“Tumhari mummy yahin hai. Aise mat karo.”

Vikram hasa. Halki si. Usne uske kaan ke paas kuch nahi kaha, sirf uske gaal par ek chhoti si, khuli hui kiss chhod di, aur hall mein wapas chala gaya, jaise woh paani mangne aaya ho.

Vaishali ka gaal garam ho gaya. Usne glass bharа. Tray mein mithai ki plate rakhi. Jab woh hall mein aayi, toh Vikram apni mummy ke bagal mein baitha tha, aur unse society ke baare mein baat kar raha tha. Vaishali ne glass aage kiya. Mummy ne ek ghoont liya aur use upar se neeche tak dekha.

“Baith. Khadi kyun hai. Nayi bahu ko main naukrani thodi banane aayi hoon.”

Vaishali baith gayi, unke saamne wali kursi par. Vikram ki nazar uske blouse par thi. Jab mummy mithai ka packet kholne lagi, usne apna pair aage badhaya aur Vaishali ke pair se laga diya. Joota nahi. Sirf paon. Woh ragad dheemi thi, saree ke neeche, uski pinion par. Vaishali ne pair hataya. Vikram ne phir laga diya.

“Mummy,” usne kaha, aawaz bilkul seedhi, “keh rahi thi bahu sharmati bahut hai. Mere saamne bhi. Aap aa gayi toh aur sharma rahi hai.”

“Sharmaaye toh achha hai,” mummy ne kaha. “Aajkal ki ladkiyan sharmati nahi. Meera ko dekh kar mann achha lagta hai. Seedhi hai. Ghar sambhal legi.”

Vaishali ne nazar neeche kar li. Mithai ka tukda liya. Meetha uske munh mein pada, lekin use swaad nahi aaya. Vikram ka paon ab bhi uske pair se laga hua tha. Woh use hata nahi rahi thi, kyunki hatane se mummy ka dhyan jaata. Woh use rehne de rahi thi, aur isi baat se uske pet mein ek halki si jalan thi.

Khana taiyar tha. Usne plates lagayi. Mummy kitchen ke darwaze tak aayi, sabzi dekhi, aur kaha, “Haath achha hai tumhara. Vikram ke papa ko bhi yeh pasand aati. Woh nahi rahe, lekin ghar ka swaad wohi chahiye.”

“Main… seekh rahi hoon, mummy.”

“Seekh legi. Bahu maa nahi hoti ek din mein. Par tu paas hai. Yahi kaafi hai.”

Unhone uske kandhe par haath rakha. Ek asli, naram haath. Vaishali ke gale mein kuch atak gaya. Yeh aurat use apni bahu maan chuki thi. Isi haath ne us raat kaha tha ki pehli raat naye ghar mein shubh hoti hai. Aaj yeh haath uske kandhe par tha, pyar se. Vaishali ne sir jhukaya, kyunki agar upar dekhti toh aankhen khul jaati.

Vikram unke peeche aa gaya. Mummy palat kar sink ki taraf gayi, haath dhone. Us mauke mein usne Vaishali ko counter se laga diya, itni der ke liye jitni ek saas ko haath dhone mein lagti hai, aur uske honthon par ek chhoti si kiss rakh di. Geeli nahi. Sirf dabav. Phir hatt gaya.

Vaishali ne use ghura.

“Pagal ho?” usne fonk kar kaha. “Tumhari mummy yahin hai. Kitchen mein. Aise mat karo.”

“Toh?” Vikram ne dheere se kaha. “Meri biwi ho. Mummy khush hain. Tu khush dikh. Itna hi.”

Mummy ne haath ponche aur bahar aa gayi. Unhone kuch nahi dekha. Ya dekha ho toh unhone use naye jode ka sharmaana maan liya. Table par baithte waqt unhone kaha, “Vikram, bahu ko tang mat kar. Dekh kitni sharma rahi hai. Khaane de pehle.”

“Main tang kar raha hoon, mummy?” Vikram ne plate aage badhate hue kaha. “Main toh sirf dekh raha hoon. Meri biwi hai. Dekhunga nahi toh kaun dekhega.”

Mummy has padi. Vaishali ne nazar plate par rakhi. Uska haath kaanp raha tha, halka sa, jab usne sabzi parosi. Vikram ne uske haath ke upar se chammach li, jaise madad kar raha ho, aur uski ungliyon ko ek second ke liye apni ungliyon se daba diya. Phir chhod diya.

Khana chalta raha. Mummy ne ghar ki baatein ki. Pados ki aurat. Vikram ke mama ka phone. Ek rishtedaar ki tabiyat. Vaishali haan karti rahi, paani badalti rahi, roti deti rahi. Har baar jab woh Vikram ki taraf jhukti, uska pallu sarakta, aur woh use turant theek karti. Ek baar Vikram ne use theek karne nahi diya. Usne khud pallu uske kandhe par rakha, dheere, aur kaha, “Rehne de. Ghar hai.”

“Vikram,” Vaishali ne kaha, itni dheemi aawaz mein ki mummy na sun le. “Mat karo. Mummy dekhegi.”

“Dekhne do.”

Mummy ne dekha bhi. Unhone muskura kar sir hila diya, jaise yeh sab unke bete ki shaadi ka asli fayda ho. “Chhod use,” unhone Vaishali se kaha. “Shuru-shuru mein aise hi chipka rehta hai. Mere zamane mein bhi tere sasur aise hi the. Baad mein khud door ho jaate hain. Jab tak chipka hai, rehne de.”

Vaishali ke kaan garam ho gaye. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Vikram ne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein woh maza jo sirf use samajh aata tha. Saas ko lag raha tha beta bahu se pyar kar raha hai. Use lag raha tha woh apni biwi ko uski maa ke saamne bhi haath mein rakhe hue hai.

Khana khatam hua. Vaishali uthi, plates uthayi. Mummy ne rokna chaaha. “Rehne de, main kar lungi.”

“Nahi, mummy. Aap baithiye.”

Kitchen mein akeli hote hi usne sink ka paani chalu kiya, taaki aawaz ho. Vikram phir bhi aa gaya. Is baar usne peeche se kamar pakdi, munh uski gardan par rakha, aur ek lambi saans li.

“Bohot achhi bahu ban rahi hai,” usne kaha. “Mummy khush hain. Main bhi.”

“Hato,” Vaishali ne kaha. Usne palat kar use dekha. Aankhen sakht thi, lekin aawaz nahi. “Tumhari mummy do kadam door hai. Agar woh andar aa gayi toh? Main unke pair chhu chuki hoon. Unke saamne aise mat pakdo. Please.”

Vikram ne uski kamar nahi chhodi. Usne sirf apna munh uske kaan se hataaya, aur kaha, “Theek hai. Abhi nahi. Woh chali jaayengi. Phir main tujhe poochhunga nahi.”

Woh chala gaya.

Vaishali paani band karna bhool gayi. Ek pal. Phir band kiya. Uske haath geele the. Uske kaan par uski saans ab bhi lagi hui thi. Woh sharminda thi, aur us sharm ke neeche ek aur baat thi jise woh kitchen ke bartanon mein chhupa rahi thi — ki jab usne kaha “mat karo,” tab bhi uski kamar uske haath mein thodi si dhal gayi thi. Khud. Ek second ke liye.

Shaam ko paune paanch baje mummy uthi. Packet wali saree Vaishali ke haath mein de di. “Pehen ke dikhana kabhi. Vikram ko pasand aayegi. Laal hai. Tere rang par achhi lagegi.”

“Thank you, mummy.”

Darwaze par unhone Vaishali ka matha chooma. “Khush reh. Beta tera hai. Ghar tera hai. Aur kuch chahiye toh phone kar dena. Main door nahi hoon.”

“Haan, mummy.”

Vikram unhe neeche tak chhodne gaya. Vaishali darwaza band karke andar khadi rahi. Mithai ki plate table par thi. Neeli saree uske jism par thi. Gale mein mangalsutra. Maang mein sindoor. Saas ke pair chhune ki thandak ab bhi uski ungliyon par thi.

Usne aaina dekha, jo hall ke kone mein laga tha.

Jo aurat saamne khadi thi, woh bahu lag rahi thi. Sach mein. Sindoor sach tha. Muskaan nahi thi, lekin chehra woh tha jo saas ko pasand aaya tha. Vaishali ne apne honthon par haath rakha. Wahan ab bhi, bahut halka, Vikram ki woh chhoti si kitchen wali kiss lagi hui thi.

Neeche se gaadi start hone ki aawaz aayi. Phir lift ki nahi, seedhiyon ki. Vikram wapas aa raha tha.

Vaishali ne pallu theek kiya. Kitchen ki taraf badhi. Usne socha woh bartan dho legi, taaki jab woh aaye toh uske haath kaam mein hon. Taaki woh seedha na aa sake. Taaki uske paas ek minute aur ho, is se pehle ki ghar phir se sirf un dono ka ho jaaye.

Darwaza khula.

Vikram ne use kitchen ke darwaze par dekha. Pallu kas ke bandha hua. Haath geele. Chehre par woh thakaan jo mehmaan ke jaane ke baad aati hai, aur uske neeche woh aur cheez jo woh chhupa nahi pa rahi thi.

Usne darwaza band kiya.

“Mummy chali gayi,” usne kaha.

Vaishali ne paani chalu kar diya. Bina mude. “Main bartan dho leti hoon.”

“Dho lena.”

Woh hall mein baith gaya. TV nahi chalaya. Sirf intezaar kiya. Aur Vaishali bartan dhote hue jaanti thi ki yeh intezaar uske liye hai, aur ki woh kitni der tak paani ko bahana bana sakti hai. Itni der nahi, jitni use chahiye thi.

Darwaza band hote hi ghar ek alag tarah se khali ho gaya.

Vaishali kitchen mein khadi thi, haath ab bhi geele, neeli saree ka pallu kas ke bandha hua. Usne paani chalu rakha tha, jaise bartanon ki aawaz use ek minute aur de degi. Woh minute nahi mila. Vikram ke kadam hall se kitchen tak aaye, seedhe, bina rukhe. Usne sink ka paani band kar diya. Vaishali ne palat kar dekha. Uske chehre par wohi baat thi jo woh dopahar se keh rahi thi — mat karo, abhi nahi, main thaki hoon — lekin munh se nikalne se pehle Vikram ne uski kamar pakad li aur use sink se hata kar floor ki taraf kheench liya.

“Vikram, bartan—”

“Baad mein.”

Usne use hallway ke floor par nahi, bedroom ke darwaze se pehle wale khali hisse par ghutnon ke bal bitha diya, phir socha bhi nahi. Seedha peeth ke bal. Marble thandi thi. Neeli saree uske neeche fail gayi. Vaishali ne ek haath se pallu pakda, doosre se uska seena. “Floor par? Kam se kam bed—”

“Yahin.”

Usne saree ka pallu ek jhatke mein hata diya. Blouse ka gehra cut khul gaya. Uske boobs upar ki taraf dabe hue the, dopahar ki garmi se skin par halki si chamak, mangalsutra unke beech mein dhasa hua. Vikram ne blouse ke hook peeche se khole. Ek, do, teen. Blouse khul gaya. Bra ka hook bhi. Uske boobs bahar aa gaye, bhaare, narm, nipples dopahar ki chhuan se pehle hi sakht. Usne dono ko apni hatheliyon mein liya, uthaya, unka wazan mehsoos kiya, aur phir jhuk kar ek nipple ko muh mein le liya.

Vaishali ki peeth floor se ubhar gayi.

“Ah—”

Woh siski chhoti thi. Usne use rokna chaaha. Vikram ne nahi rukne diya. Usne nipple ko chusa, jeebh se ghumaya, daant se halka sa dabaaya, phir doosre boob par wahi kiya, aur beech-beech mein uske boobs ko dono haathon se nichoda, jaise woh unhe apni mutthi mein sama lena chahta ho aur sama nahi pa raha ho. Vaishali ke haath uske baalon mein gaye. Hatane ke liye. Pakad dheeli pad gayi. Uski saans tez ho gayi. Floor ki thandak uski nangi peeth mein ghus rahi thi, aur upar se Vikram ka muh garam tha.

“Dopahar bhar tune mujhe roka,” usne uske boob par kaha, honth geele. “Mummy hai, mat karo, mummy dekhegi. Ab mummy gayi. Ab tu meri hai.”

Usne saree ko kamar tak chadha diya. Petticoat ki dor kholi. Panty ek hi kheench mein uski jaanghon tak sarka di, phir ek taang se bahar. Vaishali ne apni jaanghein sikodni chahi. Vikram ne unhe khol diya. Dono haathon se. Uske ghutne floor par, taangein khuli, chut uske saamne. Dopahar ki garmi aur uski chhoti-chhoti chhuanon ke baad woh pehle se geeli thi. Vikram ne ek ungli se use chhua, upar se neeche, aur muskuraya.

“Rok rahi thi,” usne kaha. “Neeche se nahi.”

Usne do ungliyan andar ki. Dheere nahi. Poori. Vaishali ke munh se ek tez, geeli siski nikal gayi, aur is baar floor par koi pillow nahi tha use chhupane ke liye. Usne apna muh apni hatheli se daba liya. Vikram ne ungliyan andar-bahar ki, chut ke maans ko khola, phir nikaali aur unhe apne munh mein le liya, jaise swaad dekh raha ho. Phir usne apna kurta utara. Jeans kholi. Underwear neeche ki. Uska lund bahar aaya, mota, naso se bhara, supada chamakta hua, dopahar bhar ki rok ke baad pura tan kar.

Vaishali ne use dekha. Uski saans atki.

Vikram ne uski dono taangein uthayi, ghutne uski chhati ki taraf, aur apna lund uski chut par set kiya. Ek baar ghisaya. Geeli lakeer. Phir ek hi bhaari dhakke mein poora andar kar diya.

Vaishali ki cheekh hatheli ke neeche phat gayi.

“Mmh—ahh—Vikram—”

Lund mota tha. Floor par uski peeth hil nahi sakti thi, isliye poora dhakka seedha andar tak gaya, uski soojan ko cheerta hua, pet ke neeche tak. Vikram rukа nahi. Usne uski kamar ke neeche apna ek haath daal kar use thoda uthaya, taaki angle seedha ho, aur dhakke maarne laga. Lambe. Gehre. Har baar poora bahar, supada uske honthon par rukta, phir poora andar, uski chut ki aakhri deewar se takrata. Floor par uski peeth ragad kha rahi thi. Saree uske neeche sikud gayi thi. Mangalsutra uske gale se nikal kar uske boobs par baar-baar hit kar raha tha.

Woh aawaz kam rakhna chahti thi. Hatheli munh par thi. Phir bhi har sakht dhakke par ek moan nikal hi jaati thi, dabi hui, geeli, tooti hui. “Nh—dheere—floor—ahh—” Dheere nahi hua. Vikram ko uski bebasi mein maza aa raha tha. Woh uske upar jhuka hua tha, ek haath uske munh par uski hatheli ke upar se, doosra uski jaangh ko khole hue, aur woh use floor par chod raha tha jaise uske paas aur koi jagah ho hi nahi. Uske boobs har dhakke par upar-neeche hil rahe the. Pasina uski gardan par jam gaya tha. Chut itni geeli ho chuki thi ki har andar jaane par ek phachak karti aawaz kamre mein goonjti thi.

“Yeh sun,” usne kaha, saans phati hui. “Kitni geeli hai tu. Dopahar bhar mummy ke saamne sharma rahi thi. Ab floor par leti hai, mere lund par, aur chut pani chhod rahi hai.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Sharm uske poore jism mein daud gayi. Uski taangein kaanp rahi thi. Woh use dhakelna chahti thi, aur uske haath uski peeth par fisal gaye, nakhun uski skin mein dhas gaye, kheenchte hue. Uska jism uske dimaag se aage nikal gaya tha. Har dhakka uske pet tak jaata tha. Har dhakka uski moan ko aur gehra karta tha. Woh helpless thi, floor par fasi hui, uske wazan ke neeche, aur Vikram us helplessness ko kha raha tha. Use maza aa raha tha. Uski aankhon mein woh maza saaf tha jab usne upar dekh kar use dekha — muh hatheli se daba, boobs hilte hue, maang ka sindoor pasine se thoda faila hua.

Usne position badli.

Lund bahar nikala. Vaishali ki chut khali hote hi ek geeli aawaz hui, aur woh thodi si kaanp gayi. Vikram ne use palta. Pet ke bal. Floor par. Saree kamar par. Gaand upar. Usne uski kamar pakdi, use ghutnon par uthaya, sir neeche, aur peeche se phir andar aa gaya.

Is angle mein lund aur gehra laga.

Vaishali ka matha apni bahon par gir gaya. “Ahh—haaye—bahut gehra—” Uski moan ab hatheli mein nahi dabi thi. Floor par uske ghutne ragad kha rahe the. Vikram ne uski gaand ke dono hisse pakde, khole, aur tez dhakke maarne laga. Thak-thak nahi, kyunki headboard nahi thi. Sirf uski jaanghon ka uski gaand se takrana, aur chut ki geeli aawaz, aur Vaishali ki lambi, kaanpti hui saansein. Usne ek haath aage badhaya aur uske ek boob ko neeche se pakad kar nichoda, nipple ko ungliyon mein liya, aur peeche se chodta raha.

Vaishali ki pehli lehar aayi jab usne uski clit par apna angutha rakha aur use ghumaya, dhakkon ke saath.

Uska jism akad gaya. Gaand uske lund par aur dhas gayi. Chut ne use andar kas liya, baar-baar, geeli si marod ke saath. Uske gale se ek lambi, bina rok ke moan nikal gayi, “Vikram—ahh—main—” aur woh floor par dheeli pad gayi, sirf uski pakad ne use ghutnon par rakha. Aankhen dhundhli. Muh khula. Saans atki hui. Woh kuch nahi soch pa rahi thi. Sirf woh garam lehar, aur uske andar uska lund, aur floor ki thandak uske gaal par.

Vikram ne use aise hi rakha. Dheeli. Kaanpti hui. Aur chodta raha.

“Ab aur le,” usne kaha. “Tune abhi khatam nahi kiya.”

Usne use phir peeth ke bal kiya. Taangein apne kandhon par. Lund seedha, gehra, bina rukhe. Vaishali ke boobs uske dhakkon se hil rahe the. Usne jhuk kar uska munh liya. Kiss gehra tha, jeebh uski jeebh se, uski moan uske muh mein. Vaishali ne use andar aane diya. Uske haath uski peeth par the, ab dhakelte nahi. Pakadte hue. Uski chut ab bhi kaanp rahi thi, pehli lehar ke baad, aur har dhakka us kaanpne ko aur gehra kar raha tha. Ras uski gaand ke neeche floor par ek geela daag bana raha tha. Saree bheeg chuki thi.

Vikram ki saans tez ho gayi. Uska dhakka aur bhaari. Usne uske dono haath floor par uske sir ke upar pakad liye, ek mutthi mein, aur poori taaqat se andar tak jaata raha. Vaishali har dhakke par ek chhoti, tooti hui moan nikaal rahi thi. Uski aankhen khuli thi, lekin khali. Woh uski doll ki tarah leti thi, taangein uske kandhon par, jism uske lund par, floor par fasi hui.

Usne aakhri baar uska munh liya. Phir poora andar dhasaaya aur wahin ruk gaya.

Cum andar chhoda. Gaadha, garam, lambe jhatkon mein. Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya. Uska pet ke neeche bhar gaya. Har jhatka uski chut ki deewar se takraaya. Uske munh se ek dheemi, khaali si saans nikli. Usne aankhen band kar li. Uska jism floor par dheela pad gaya, uske neeche, uske cum se bhari hui.

Vikram uske upar leta raha. Saansein tez. Lund abhi andar, dheere narm hota hua. Usne uske maathe par kiss kiya. Phir uske boob par, jahan naya daag ban chuka tha. Phir uske honthon par, ek chhoti si.

“Floor pasand aaya?” usne poocha.

Vaishali ne jawab nahi diya. Uski aankhen band thi. Jab usne lund bahar nikala, toh ek lambi geeli dhaar uski chut se nikal kar saree par, floor par beh gayi. Chut khuli hui thi, laal, kaanpti hui. Usne apni taangein band karne ki koshish ki. Poori tarah se band nahi hui. Thakaan thi. Garmahat thi. Aur uske munh par ab bhi woh moan ki laali thi jo usne rok nahi paayi thi.

Vikram utha. Usne ek towel laaya, use saaf kiya, dheere, phir use god mein uthaya aur bed par lita diya. Saree uske jism par adhoori thi. Blouse kahin floor par pada tha. Mangalsutra uske paseene se chipka hua tha.

“Bartan baad mein,” usne kaha. “Ab soo. Shaam ko phir lunga.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band rakhi. Floor ki thandak ab bhi uski peeth mein lagi hui thi. Uske andar uski garmahat ab bhi thi. Aur woh jaanti thi ki shaam ko, jab woh phir aayega, uska munh phir se naa bolega, aur uska jism phir se floor ki tarah seedha let jaayega.

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CHAPTER : The Makeover begins

Agli subah Vaishali ne almari kholi toh uske purane blouse wahan nahi the.

Woh ek pal ke liye khadi rahi, haath darwaze par, geeli choti kandhe par chipki hui. Kal shaam woh floor se uthi thi, nahaayi thi, aur neeli saree ko dho kar bathroom ki rassi par chhod aayi thi. Raat ko Vikram ne use bed par liya tha, dheere, aur subah jab uski aankh khuli toh woh balcony par khada tha, phone par, kisi se baat karta hua. Usne socha tha ki aaj woh apna purana cotton ka blouse nikaalegi. Gale tak band. Safe. Jo uske boobs ko daba kar rakhta tha, jo kisi ko cleavage nahi dikhata tha.

Woh blouse nahi tha.

Na doosra. Na teesra. Teenon gayab the. Unki jagah ek naya packet pada tha, brown paper, uspar dukaan ka naam. Usne packet khola. Andar do blouse the. Ek neela, saree ke rang ka. Ek gehra maroon. Dono ka gala sweetheart cut tha, neeche se tight, upar se itna khula ki boobs ka ubhaar aur beech ki lakeer chhup hi nahi sakti thi. Saath mein ek chhoti si slip thi, patli, ghutnon se upar.

Vaishali ne packet band kar diya.

“Vikram.”

Woh balcony se andar aaya, phone abhi kaan par. Usne use dekha, ek second, phir kaha, “Haan bhai, main baad mein call karta hoon,” aur phone kaat diya.

“Mere blouse kahan hain?”

“Phenk diye.”

Usne yeh aise kaha jaise woh purani dabbi phenk raha ho. Vaishali ke haath packet par kas gaye. “Woh mere the. Main unmein ghar ka kaam karti hoon. Pados ke log aate hain. Arjun aata hai. Main aise—” usne packet ki taraf ishara kiya, “aise nahi nikal sakti.”

Vikram ne packet uske haath se liya. Blouse nikaala. Use uske seene ke saamne rakha, kapda uske nightie ke upar, jaise naap raha ho. “Isi mein nikalegi. Meri biwi hai tu. Main tujhe dhak ke nahi ghumne dunga. Tere boobs chhupane ke liye maine shaadi nahi ki.”

Vaishali ke kaan garam ho gaye. Usne aawaz neeche rakhi. “Tumhari mummy kal aayi thi. Unhone mujhe seedhi kaha. Agar main aise ghoomungi toh woh kya sochengi?”

“Woh sochengi mera beta khush hai.” Usne blouse uske haath mein wapas de diya. “Pehen. Abhi. Main dekhna chahta hoon.”

Woh bathroom le gayi. Darwaza band kiya. Nightie utaari. Aaine mein apne aap ko dekha. Kal ke nishan ab bhi the — boob par ek halka daag, kamar par ungliyon ki lakeer, jaangh par ek sookha hua nishaan. Usne maroon blouse pehna. Hook peeche the. Usne unhe band kiye, aur jaise hi kapda uske boobs par kasaa, use saaf pata chala ki yeh blouse use dhakne nahi aaya tha. Upar ki skin nangi thi. Beech ki lakeer gehra. Neeli saree usne usi par lapeti, petticoat kasaa, pallu daala. Pallu bhi poora nahi chhupa paaya.

Woh bahar aayi.

Vikram sofa par baitha tha. Usne use darwaze se lekar sofe tak dekha, aankh neeche nahi ki. “Ghum.”




Vaishali ek kadam ghumi. Pallu sarak gaya. Usne use pakda. Vikram ne sir hila diya. “Rehne de.”

“Main rehne nahi de sakti,” usne kaha. Uski saans thodi tez thi. “Aise main left wale darwaze par bhi nahi ja sakti. Ramesh— bhaiya— agar dekhenge—”

Naam atak gaya. Usne use pehli baar us ghar mein, us saree mein, bhaiya kaha tha. Zaban par shabd ajeeb laga, jaise kisi aur aurat ka. Vikram ne notice kiya nahi. Use toh woh bhaiya hi tha. Register par. Uski biwi ki badi umar ka bhai.

“Bhaiya dekhenge toh dekhenge,” usne kaha. “Tu meri biwi hai, unki behan nahi jo chhup ke ghoome. Aur aaj unhe aana bhi hai. Paperwork. Uncle ne kaha tha society ka form. Naam likhna hai.”

Vaishali ka pet baith gaya. “Kaun sa naam?”

“Jo register par hai. Meera.”

Dopahar ko Ramesh aaya. Arjun nahi. College ka bahana tha, ya shayad woh aana nahi chahta tha. Ramesh ke haath mein ek file thi, kandhe andar ko dhase hue, chehra wohi thaka hua. Vikram ne use andar bulaya, chai mangaayi, aur table par form rakh diya. Society transfer. Flat ka naam. Husband: Vikram Deshmukh. Wife: Meera Deshmukh.

“Bhabhi ko sign karna hai,” Vikram ne kaha. “Main toh kar chuka.”

Ramesh ne Vaishali ko dekha. Neeli saree. Khula blouse. Sindoor. Mangalsutra. Uski nazar ek second ke liye uske gale par ruki, jahan ab uska purana halka locket nahi tha, aur phir neeche gir gayi. Usne kuch nahi kaha. File ko table ke kon par rakha, jaise woh use chhoo ke bhi nahi rakhna chahta.

Vaishali ne pen uthaya. Haath kaanp raha tha. Form par pehle se Meera Deshmukh likha tha, pencil se, halka. Usne usi par pen chalaya. Pehli akshar bigad gayi. Doosri baar usne Meera likha, phir Deshmukh, aur neeche sign. Jab woh pen rakhti hai, tab Vikram ne uska haath uthaya aur uski ungliyon par, Ramesh ke saamne, ek chhoti si kiss rakh di.

“Thank you, biwi.”

Ramesh ka gala hila. Usne chai ka cup uthaya aur use wapas rakh diya, bina piye. Vaishali ne use dekha. Bees saal tak yeh aadmi uska pati tha. Ab woh uske saamne baitha tha, file ke saath, aur usne apni biwi ko kisi aur ka naam likhte dekha tha. Uske munh se nikalna chahiye tha — mat likh, yeh galat hai, main tera bhai nahi hoon. Nahi nikla. Paisa account mein tha. Flat ka paper isi file mein tha.

“Bhaiya,” Vaishali ne kaha.

Shabd bahar aa gaya, patla, toot-ta hua. Ramesh ne upar dekha. Ek pal ke liye uski aankhon mein kuch toota. Phir usne sir hila diya, jaise usne sirf ek rishtedaar ko jawab diya ho.

“Haan.”

“Chai… thandi ho gayi. Main garam kar doon?”

“Nahi. Main chalta hoon.”

Woh utha. File chhod gayi. Darwaze par ruka, Vaishali ki taraf dekha, blouse ki taraf nahi, sirf chehre ki taraf, aur kaha, “Khyaal rakhna.” Phir nikal gaya.

Darwaza band hua.

Vaishali table ke paas khadi rahi. Form uske saamne tha, uske haath ka sign uspar, Meera Deshmukh. Uske gale mein mangalsutra. Uske jism par woh blouse jo uske purane kapdon ki jagah aa gaya tha. Usne apna pallu pakda, use upar kheenchha, boobs ko chhupane ki koshish ki. Kapda sarak gaya. Vikram ne peeche se aakar uske haath rok diye.

“Chhod,” usne kaha. “Yeh ab tera naam hai. Yeh ab tere kapde hain. Bhaiya bhi maan chuka. Tu kab maanegi?”

Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Saans andar atki hui thi. Woh royi nahi. Rona bhi ab us naam ke saath nahi jaata tha jo usne abhi khud likha tha. Woh sirf khadi rahi, uske haathon mein, khule blouse mein, aur form ko dekhti rahi jab tak akshar dhundhle nahi ho gaye.



Vikram ne dopahar ko seedha kaha, “Chal, nikal.”
Vaishali kitchen mein thi, neeli saree pehni hui, wohi khula blouse jo ab uske paas do hi bache the. Usne gas band kiya. “Kahan?”
“Kapde lene. Tere liye. Raat ke.”
Uske haath sink ke kinare ruk gaye. “Mere paas kapde hain. Jo tumne kal diye, wohi pehni hoon. Aur lene ki zaroorat nahi.”
“Zaroorat mujhe hai.” Woh hall mein khada tha, watch bandhta hua, aawaz mein wohi aaraam. “Teri nightie purani hai. Main use dekh ke sota hoon. Aaj woh badlegi. Chal.”
Vaishali ne pallu theek kiya. Bahar jaane ka matlab tha society ka watchman, sadak, dukaan, log. Blouse ka gala gehra tha. Usne ek dupatta nikaala aur use seene par lapet liya, taaki kam se kam lift tak toh chhup jaaye. Vikram ne dupatta dekha, kuch nahi kaha, aur darwaza khol diya.
Lift kharab thi. Seedhiyon par utarte waqt landing ki peeli light mein left wala darwaza band tha. Arjun college mein tha. Ramesh shayad andar tha. Vaishali ne us darwaze ki taraf nahi dekha. Neeche watchman ne salute maara, “Namaskar sahab, bahu ji.” Vaishali ne sir jhukaya. Watchman ki nazar ek pal ke liye uske blouse par ruki, phir neeche ho gayi. Gaadi mein baithte waqt uske kaan garam the.
“Usne dekha,” usne kaha, jab gaadi gate se bahar nikli.
“Dekhne de. Tu meri biwi hai. Society ko pata hona chahiye.”
Dukaan Link Road par thi, ek aisi jagah jahan Vaishali pehle kabhi nahi gayi thi. Bahar se sirf ek chhota sa board tha. Andar air condition thandi thi, aur light dheemi, taaki kapda aur skin dono chamkein. Racks par nighties thi, slips, bra jo uske purane cotton wale bilkul nahi the. Ek ladki counter par thi, umar shayad bees ke aas-paas, usne Vikram ko dekha aur muskuraayi.
“Sir, madam ke liye?”
“Haan. Nightwear. Kuch jo ghar pe achha lage. Size bata degi.”
Vaishali counter se thodi door khadi rahi. Uski aankhen neeche thi. Ladki ne use upar se neeche tak dekha, seedha nahi, kaam waali nazar se, aur kaha, “Madam, 36-38 lagegi. Aap andar aa jaayiye, main set dikhati hoon.”
Trial room peeche tha, ek parde ka. Andar ek stool, ek aaina, ek hook. Ladki ne teen set latka diye. Ek kaala, patla, sirf ghutnon se upar. Ek laal, lace ka, jiske neeche bra aur panty alag the. Ek gehra neela, satin, bina sleeve ke, gale ka ghera itna ki boobs ka aadha hissa bahar rehta.
“Sir bahar hain,” ladki ne kaha. “Jo pasand aaye, woh dikha dena. Main bahar hoon.”
Parde ke bahar Vikram ek kursi par baith gaya. Vaishali ne andar se kaha, dheemi aawaz mein, “Main yeh nahi pehen sakti. Yeh… yeh ghar ke kapde nahi hain.”
“Pehen ke dikha,” usne kaha. “Warna main khud aa kar pehnata hoon.”
Ladki ne suna. Usne nazar ghuma li, jaise usne aisi baatein pehle bhi suni hon. Vaishali ne dupatta utaara. Blouse ke hook khole. Saree utaari, dhyan se, taaki bikhrey nahi. Aaine mein woh khadi thi, petticoat aur bra mein, 42 saal ki aurat jo aaine ko 38 ki lagti thi, aur uske saamne woh teen kapde jo uske pati ne — Ramesh ne — kabhi use kharid ke nahi diye the. Ramesh use ek saal mein ek cotton ki nightie le deta tha, bazaar se, bina poochhe.
Usne pehle neela satin wala uthaya. Usne use isliye uthaya kyunki woh teeno mein sabse zyada kapda tha. Phir bhi jab woh usmein ghusi, toh use pata chala ki zyada kapda sirf ek illusion tha. Satin uske boobs se chipak gaya. Nipples ka ubhaar saaf tha. Kamar par kapda kasaa, phir neeche khul gaya, jaanghon tak. Usne apne aap ko aaine mein dekha aur nazar hata li.
“Bahar aa,” Vikram ne kaha.
“Yahin se sun lo. Ho gaya.”
“Bahar aa, Meera.”
Usne pardа thoda sa khola. Itna ki sirf woh dikhe, dukaan ki ladki nahi. Vikram ne use dekha. Aankh neeche nahi ki. Uski saans ek pal ke liye rukhi, phir usne kaha, “Yeh lega. Doosra bhi pehen.”



Vaishali andar gayi. Laal wala lace ka tha. Bra uske boobs ko upar uthata tha, beech mein ek chhota sa hook. Panty patli thi, side se bandhne wali. Usne use pehna aur aaine ke saamne apni aankhen band kar li. Uska jism is kapde mein kisi aur ka lag raha tha. Bhaara hua, nanga sa, taiyar. Usne socha ki woh bahar nahi jaayegi. Phir Vikram ne pardе ko bahar se pakda.
“Dikha.”
Usne itna khola jitna ek haath jitna. Vikram ne lace dekha, uske boobs ka ubhaar dekha, aur dheere se kaha, “Yeh bhi. Kaala wala bhi pack karwa. Try mat kar. Main ghar pe dekhunga.”
Vaishali ne apne kapde pehne. Haath kaanp rahe the jab usne blouse ke hook band kiye. Bahar aakar usne ladki ki taraf nahi dekha. Vikram ne counter par card diya. Teen set. Ek chhota sa bottle bhi, jo ladki ne bina poochhe bag mein daal diya, “Massage ka, sir, complimentary nahi, lekin madam ke liye achha rahega.” Vikram ne sir hila diya. Bill uske naam par tha. Vaishali ke haath mein bag aaya, halka, lekin use bhaari laga.
Gaadi mein woh khidki ki taraf baithi. Bag god mein. “Itne paison ki zaroorat nahi thi,” usne kaha. “Main purani nightie mein bhi soh jaati.”





“Tu nahi soti. Main sulata hoon.” Vikram ne gaadi start ki. Ek pal ke liye uska haath uski jaangh par aaya, saree ke upar, phir steering par wapas chala gaya. “Aaj raat laal wala pehnega. Main dekhna chahta hoon. Aur tu sharmayegi, phir bhi pehnegi. Yahi teri aadat banegi.”
Vaishali ne bag ko aur kas ke pakda. Uski saans dheemi thi. Dukaan ki thandi hawa ab bhi uske baalon mein lagi hui thi, aur uske neeche, satin aur lace ki yaad, aaine mein apna khud ka jism. Woh gussa thi. Sharminda thi. Aur us sharm ke neeche ek halki si, gandi si bechaini thi, jise woh bag ke neeche daba rahi thi.
Society ke gate par watchman ne phir salute maara. Seedhiyon par chadhte waqt left wala darwaza khula. Arjun bahar nikal raha tha, college bag kandhe par. Usne Vaishali ko dekha, phir uske haath mein dukaan ka bag, jiska paper patla tha aur andar ka rang thoda dikh raha tha. Laal. Kaala. Usne bag ki taraf dekha. Phir Vaishali ke chehre ki taraf. Phir Vikram ki taraf, jo uske peeche aa raha tha.
“Bhabhi,” Arjun ne kaha. Sirf itna.
“Haan,” Vaishali ne kaha. “Tu… nikal raha hai?”
“Haan. Ek kaam tha.”
Vikram ne Arjun ke kandhe par haath rakha, bilkul aaraam se. “Teri bhabhi ke liye kapde laaye. Raat ke. Tu bata, achha kiya na? Woh purani nightie pehen ke soti thi. Maine kaha ab nahi.”
Arjun ka munh khula, phir band hua. Usne bag dobara nahi dekha. “Achha kiya,” usne kaha, aawaz sukhi. “Main chalta hoon.”
Woh seedhiyon se utar gaya. Vaishali darwaze par khadi rahi, bag god mein, neeli saree mein, aur peeche Vikram jo ab ghar ka lock khol raha tha. Arjun ne kuch nahi poocha. Vaishali ne kuch nahi bataya. Bag ke andar laal lace chuppa pada tha, aur uske saamne uska beta seedhiyon se neeche ja raha tha, bina yeh jaane ki aaj raat woh lace usi aurat ke jism par hoga jise woh ab bhabhi ke naam se bula chuka tha.

Raat ko nau baj chuke the jab Vikram ne bag bed par rakh diya.

Vaishali bathroom se nikal kar aayi thi, baal khule, muh dhula hua, purani cotton ki nightie ab bhi uske jism par. Usne bag dekha aur ruk gayi. “Aaj nahi,” usne kaha. “Main thaki hoon. Kal shopping gaye the. Kal pehen lungi.”

“Aaj.” Vikram sofa se nahi, bed ke kinare baitha tha. Kurta utara hua tha, neeche sirf pajama. “Laal wala. Main ne kaha tha. Pehen ke aa.”

Vaishali ne bag khola. Laal lace uske haath mein aaya, halka, jaise kapda ho hi nahi. Bra ka hook chhota tha. Panty side se bandhne wali. Usne use bathroom le jaana chaaha. Vikram ne sir hila diya. “Yahin. Main dekhna chahta hoon kaise pehenti hai.”

“Vikram, band darwaza hai. Kam se kam peeche mud jao.”

“Nahi.”

Woh aaine ke saamne khadi rahi, peeth uski taraf, aur nightie utaari. Peeth nangi ho gayi. Bra purana utara. Uske boobs aaine mein dikhe, bhaare, nipples thande kamre mein sakht hote hue. Usne laal bra pehna. Hook peeche band kiya, do baar bigda, teesri baar laga. Kapda uske boobs ko upar uthata tha, beech mein ek gehri lakeer chhodta hua. Panty usne jaanghon se chadhai, side ke dori bandhe, aur jab woh mudi toh Vikram ka phone uske haath mein tha.

“Photo nahi,” usne turant kaha. Haath seene par aa gaye. “Vikram, photo mat lo. Main… main aise nahi.”

“Hatа haath.”

“Please. Yeh galat hai. Agar kisi ne dekha—”

“Koi nahi dekhega. Sirf main. Hatа.”

Usne haath nahi hataye. Vikram utha, uske paas aaya, aur uske kalaiyon ko dheere se neeche kiya. Phone utha. Pehli photo seedhi, uske chehre se lekar jaanghon tak. Flash nahi thi. Lamp ki peeli roshni. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Doosri photo usne bagal se li, taaki boobs ka ubhaar aur kamar ki lakeer ek saath aaye. Teesri usne kheench kar uske honthon ke paas li, sirf collarbone, mangalsutra, aur laal lace ka kinara.

“Bahut khoobsurat lag rahi hai,” usne kaha, aur phone neeche rakh diya. “Sach mein. Main yeh soch ke bhi nahi paaya tha ki tu aise dikhegi.”

Vaishali ki saans tez thi. Sharm uske gale tak chadh gayi thi. “Delete kar dena. Please. Main pehen toh li. Ab delete kar do.”

“Nahi.” Usne phone bedside par rakha, screen neeche. “Yeh meri hai. Tu meri hai. Baith.”

Usne use bed par bithaya. Khud uske saamne ghutnon par aaya, uski jaanghon ke beech, aur pehle uske maathe par kiss kiya. Phir aankh par. Phir gaal par. Phir honthon par, dheere, sirf dabav. Vaishali ne honth band rakhe. Usne doosri baar kiss kiya, neeche wale honth ko apne honthon mein liya, chusa, jab tak woh khul nahi gaye. Jeebh andar gayi. Vaishali ki saans uske muh mein ghul gayi. Uski hatheliyan uske seene par thi, dhakelne jitni nahi, sirf tikne jitni.

Vikram ne kiss toda aur gardan par aaya. Mangalsutra ko side kiya. Collarbone ko chusa. Phir laal bra ka hook khola, ek haath se, aur bra uske boobs se sarak kar god mein gir gaya. Boobs bahar aa gaye, bhaare, garam, nipples sakht. Usne dono ko hatheliyon mein uthaya, unhe ek doosre ki taraf dabaaya, beech ki lakeer gehra ki, aur pehle left nipple ko muh mein liya.

Vaishali ki peeth seedhi ho gayi. “Ah—”

Usne chusa. Dheere, phir gehra, jeebh se ghumaya, daant se halka sa pakda. Doosre nipple par wahi. Beech-beech mein poore boob ko muh mein lene ki koshish ki, jitna aa sake, aur jo bahar raha use haath se nichoda. Vaishali ke haath uske baalon mein gaye. Uski moan ab chhoti nahi thi. Har chusai par ek geeli siski nikal rahi thi, “Vikram… dheere… wahan—” aur dheere nahi hua.

Usne use peeth ke bal lita diya. Taangein kholi. Laal panty ab bhi uske jism par thi. Usne uski ek baah uthayi, kandhe ke neeche, aur apna munh uski bagal mein rakha. Vaishali ka jism jhatka kha gaya.

“Woh mat karo. Wahan—”

Usne jeebh nikali aur uski bagal ki narm, garam skin ko chaata. Ek lambi lakeer. Phir chusa. Vaishali ki kamar bed se ubhar gayi. Uski moan tez ho gayi, sharm aur ek ajeeb si gilgilaahat mili hui. “Ahh—Vikram—wahan gandi—” Usne doosri bagal par wahi kiya, dheere, poori tarah, jab tak uski saans tooti hui na nikalne lagi. Uski baglein geeli ho gayi. Uska jism kaanp raha tha.

Vikram neeche aaya. Panty ki side ki dor kholi. Use utaara. Chut uske saamne thi, pehle se geeli, honth khule hue, lamp ki roshni mein chamakte hue. Usne ek ungli se use chhua, upar se neeche, clit par ruka, aur kaha, “Itni geeli. Photo se, ya isse?”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. “Mat poochho.”

Usne do ungliyan andar ki. Dheere, phir gehra, andar-bahar, angutha clit par ghumta hua. Vaishali ki jaanghein khul gayi, khud. Uski moan ab ek rhythm mein thi, har andar jaane par ek chhoti si, geeli aawaz. Usne teesri ungli nahi daali. Do hi kaafi thi. Usne unhe modа, uski upar wali deewar par dabaaya, aur clit ko tez ghumaya.

Vaishali ki peeth akad gayi. “Vikram—ruk—main—”

Woh aayi uske haath par. Chut ne uski ungliyon ko kas liya, geeli marod, ek lambi kaanpti hui moan uske gale se nikal gayi jo usne pillow mein chhupani chaahi aur chhupa nahi paayi. Ras uski hatheli par bah gaya, ungliyon se hota hua uski jaangh tak. Uska jism bed par dheela pad gaya, saans atki, aankhen dhundhli.

Vikram ne ungliyan bahar nikaali. Unhe dekha, geeli, chamakti hui. Has pada. Halki, gandi, khush hasi.

“Meri biwi,” usne kaha, “photo se darr rahi thi. Haath par aa gayi.”

Vaishali ne chehra side kiya. Laal lace uske bagal mein pada tha. Uski baglein geeli thi, boobs par uske muh ke nishan the, aur uske haath par ab bhi uski garmahat thi. Woh kuch nahi bol paayi. Halkе-halkе kaanp rahi thi, aur Vikram uske upar jhuk kar uske honthon par ek chhoti si kiss rakh kar muskura raha tha, jaise yeh shuruwat ho, khatam nahi.

Vikram ne uske honthon par woh chhoti si kiss rakhi, phir seedha baith gaya, peeth headboard se lagayi, pajama neeche sarka diya. Uska lund pehle se hi sakht tha, mota, naso se bhara hua, supada chamakta hua, dopahar ki dukaan se lekar ab tak ki intezaari usmein lagi hui thi. Vaishali abhi bhi peeth ke bal leti thi, saans atki hui, laal lace uske bagal mein pada hua, boobs par uske muh ke nishan, jaanghon ke beech ab bhi geelapan. Usne uski taraf dekha, phir lund ki taraf, aur nazar hata li.

“Yahan aa,” usne kaha. “Muh mein le.”

Vaishali nahi uthi. “Main yeh achhi tarah se nahi karti. Kal bhi… main sirf itna hi jaanti hoon. Please, seedha—”

“Seekh jaayegi. Aa.”

Usne uski kalai pakdi, zor se nahi, lekin itni pakad se ki woh bed par ghisat-ti hui uske paas aa gayi. Ghutnon par baith gayi, uski jaanghon ke beech. Lamp ki roshni uske nange jism par thi. Mangalsutra uske boobs ke beech latak raha tha. Usne lund ko haath mein liya. Garam tha. Motа. Uske haath ki mutthi poori nahi band hoti thi. Usne ek baar upar se neeche tak haath chalaya, dheere, jaise waqt kheench rahi ho, phir jhuki aur supade ko apne honthon se chhua.

Namkeen. Garam. Uske neeche wale honth par ek halki si geelapan lag gayi.

“Muh khol, Meera.”

Usne muh khola. Pehle sirf supada. Honth uske charon taraf kas gaye. Usne jeebh se neeche wali nas ko chhua, ek baar, aur Vikram ke gale se ek bhaari saans nikal gayi. Usne uske baal pakde, ek mutthi mein, itna ki woh peeche na hat sake, aur dheere se apna lund uske muh mein aur andar kiya. Vaishali ka gala bhar gaya. Aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Usne naak se saans li, honth geele ho gaye, thook uske chin tak behne laga aur wahan se uske boobs par tapakne laga.

Vikram ne use thodi der aise hi rakha. Phir bahar nikala, supade tak, phir phir se andar. Dheere. Gehra. Har baar uske honth uske lund par kas jaate the, aur har baar ek geeli, chhoti si aawaz nikalти thi, uske gale se nahi, uske honthon se. Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Sharm uske kaan tak chadh gayi thi. Woh yeh kar rahi thi, ghutnon par, laal lace utara hua, ek aise mard ke lund par jiski mummy ne dopahar ko use bahu kaha tha. Usne socha ki woh ruk jaaye. Uske haath uski jaanghon par the, aur woh ruk nahi rahi thi. Woh dheere-dheere apna sir hila rahi thi, jitna uski pakad hone deti thi.

“Haan,” Vikram ne kaha, aawaz phati hui. “Aise. Aur gehra. Tere honth dekh. Kitne geele ho gaye hain.”

Usne aur ek inch andar kiya. Vaishali ki aankh se ek aansu nikal gaya, thook ke saath mil kar uske gaal par. Usne use wapas khinchha, saans lene di, phir phir se. Paanch baar. Chhe baar. Uska lund uske thook se chamak raha tha. Uske boobs har jhukne par aage latak jaate the, nipples ab bhi sakht, uske muh ke nishan laal. Vikram ne ek haath se uska ek boob pakda aur use nichoda, isi rhythm mein jis rhythm mein woh uske muh ko use kar raha tha.

Woh aur der tak aise hi raha. Vaishali ka jabda dard karne laga. Uske honth sooj gaye. Thook uski gardan tak, mangalsutra tak, beh gaya. Vikram ne aakhri baar gehra kiya, uske gale ke darwaze tak, ek second rok kar rakha, phir poora bahar nikal liya. Vaishali ne khansi. Saans li. Thook uske chin se bed par gira. Uski aankhen laal thi, honth khule, geele.

“Bahut hua,” usne kaha, aur peeth ke bal let gaya, lund uske pet par khada. “Ab tu upar aa.”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. “Nahi. Main… main upar nahi jaati. Mujhe nahi aata. Main ne kabhi aise nahi kiya. Tum karo. Tum upar raho.”

“Kabhi nahi kiya?”

“Nahi.” Uski aawaz patli thi. “Ramesh— mere pehle— woh hamesha upar rehta tha. Main ne kabhi aise nahi baithhi. Mujhe sharm aati hai. Main gir jaungi. Please, tum kar lo.”

Vikram ne uski baat suni. Uske honthon par wohi hasi aayi, jo dukaan par aayi thi jab usne kaha tha ki woh khud pehna dega. “Toh aaj seekhegi. Meri biwi upar bhi baithegi. Aa.”

Usne uski kamar pakdi aur use kheench kar apni jaanghon par bitha diya. Vaishali ka wazan uske pet par aaya. Uska lund uski chut ke honthon se lag kar uske pet tak khada tha, garam, geela uske apne thook se. Vaishali ne apne dono haath uske seene par rakhe, taaki woh seedhi baith sake. Uske boobs uske aage latak rahe the. Baal uske chehre par aa gaye the. Woh sharm se aankhen band kiye hue thi.

“Utha,” usne kaha. “Aur baith ispar.”

“Vikram—”

Usne khud apna lund pakda, supada uski chut par set kiya, aur uski kamar ko neeche kheenchha.

Poora andar chala gaya.

Vaishali ka munh khul gaya. Ek lambi, tez, bina rok ke moan uske gale se nikal gayi. “Ahhh—Vikram—” Lund is angle mein aur gehra laga. Uska wazan khud use neeche le gaya tha, aur supada uski chut ki aakhri deewar se takra gaya. Uski jaanghein kaanp gayi. Uske haath uske seene par fisal gaye. Ek pal ke liye uska dimaag safed ho gaya. Na sharm. Na naam. Na woh form jismein usne Meera Deshmukh likha tha. Sirf woh bharav, mota, garam, uske pet tak, aur uski apni moan jo kamre mein goonj gayi.

Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi rakhi. “Saans le. Haan. Ab upar neeche. Khud.”

Vaishali nahi hili. Woh uspar baithi rahi, lund andar, saans tooti hui, boobs uske har saans par hilte hue. “Mujhe nahi aata,” usne kaha, aawaz phati. “Main kaise—”

“Jaise tu abhi mere muh par jhuk rahi thi. Wahi. Upar. Neeche.”

Usne pehli baar khud ko uthaya. Thoda sa. Lund aadha bahar aaya, geeli aawaz ke saath, aur woh wapas baith gayi, poora, ek chhoti si cheekh ke saath. Doosri baar usne thoda aur uthaya. Teesri baar uski jaanghon ne rhythm pakad li, dheemi, sharmili, lekin saaf. Har baar woh upar jaati, hawa uski geeli chut ko chhuti, aur har baar woh neeche baithti, lund andar tak, uske pet ke neeche tak, aur uske gale se ek moan nikalти. “Ahh—ahh—Vikram—bahut gehra—”

Uska dimaag khali raha. Woh soch nahi pa rahi thi ki woh kya kar rahi hai. Woh sirf kar rahi thi. Uski kamar uske haathon mein thi, lekin hil woh rahi thi. Uske boobs har baar neeche aane par uske seene se takrate the. Mangalsutra uske boobs ke beech baar-baar hit kar raha tha. Pasina uski gardan se uske boobs par, wahan se uski kamar par, beh raha tha. Laal lace kahin bed ke kinare gir chuka tha.

Vikram neeche se dekh raha tha. Uski biwi, 42 saal ki, uske lund par baithi hui, khud upar-neeche hoti hui, moan karti hui, aankhen band, honth khule. Use maza aa raha tha. Usne uske boobs pakde, unhe nichoda, nipples ko ungliyon mein liya, aur neeche se apni kamar uthani shuru ki.

Ab sirf woh nahi hil rahi thi.

Uska dhakka neeche se aaya, gehra, sakht, uski baithne ki rhythm se milta hua. Vaishali ki moan aur tez ho gayi. “Ahhh—ruk—nahi—aur gehra—” Woh ruka nahi. Usne uski kamar pakad kar use neeche khinchha aur khud upar dhakka maara, ek saath, baar-baar. Bed hilne lagi. Headboard deewar se dheemi takraahat karne lagi, lekin Vaishali ko uski sunai nahi di. Uski chut itni geeli thi ki har dhakka ek phachak karti aawaz ke saath andar jaata tha. Ras uski jaanghon se hota hua uske lund par, uske pet par, beh raha tha.

“Dekh,” usne kaha, saans phati hui. “Kitni achhi se chadh rahi hai. Kehti thi nahi aata. Ab khud neeche baith rahi hai.”

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Ek pal. Usne apne aap ko dekha, uske upar, boobs uske haathon mein, lund apni chut mein, aur phir aankhen band kar li. Sharm wapas aayi, lekin uske jism ne use nahi maana. Uski kamar tez ho gayi. Woh khud neeche baithne lagi, uske dhakke ka saath dete hue, har baar thoda aur gehra, har baar ek lambi moan ke saath. “Ahhh—Vikram—main—phir se—”

Doosri lehar pehli se tez thi.

Uski chut ne uske lund ko kas liya, baar-baar, geeli marod ke saath. Uski jaanghein kaanp gayi. Uske haath uske seene par gir gaye. Ek lambi, kaanpti hui moan uske gale se nikal gayi, “Ahhh—haaye—”, aur woh uske upar dheeli pad gayi, sir uske kandhe mein chhupa hua, jism kaanpta hua, lund ab bhi poora andar. Vikram ne use aise hi pakda. Usne neeche se dhakke nahi roke. Dheere, gehre, uski lehar ke andar se hote hue. Vaishali har dhakke par ek chhoti, tooti hui siski nikaalti rahi, munh uske gale mein, saans uski skin par.

Woh aise hi chalta raha. Ek minute. Do. Vaishali ka jism dheela tha, lekin uski chut ab bhi use pakad rahi thi. Vikram ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne uski kamar aur kas ke pakdi, use poora neeche bithaya, aur neeche se tez, chhote, gehre dhakke maarne laga. Vaishali ki moan uske kaan mein gir rahi thi, ab shabdon mein nahi, sirf aawaz mein. Uska lund uske andar phool raha tha. Usne aakhri baar use neeche khinchha, poora andar dhasaaya, aur chhod diya.

Cum andar gaya. Gaadha, garam, lambe jhatkon mein. Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya, apne pet ke neeche, aur ek dheemi si saans uske gale se nikli. Woh uske seene par leti rahi. Hil nahi paayi. Uska dimaag ab bhi khali tha, dheere-dheere wapas aa raha tha, sharm ke saath, thakaan ke saath, aur us garmahat ke saath jo uske andar uske cum ki thi.

Vikram ne uske baal seene se hataye. Uske maathe par kiss kiya. “Dekha,” usne kaha, aawaz ab bhi bhaari. “Aata hai tujhe. Agli baar khud chadhegi. Main nahi kheenchunga.”

Vaishali ne jawab nahi diya. Uski saans uske seene par pad rahi thi. Jab usne lund bahar nikala, dheere, toh cum uski chut se nikal kar uski jaangh par, uske pet par, beh gaya. Woh uske bagal mein sarak gayi, ek taraf, laal lace ab bhi bed ke kinare, phone bedside par, screen neeche. Usne aankhen band kar li. Uski jaanghein kaanp rahi thi. Honth sooje hue the. Aur uske dimaag mein, khali pan ke peeche, ek baat baith gayi thi jise woh abhi bol nahi pa rahi thi — ki usne khud upar-neeche kiya tha, aur ki agli baar, jab woh kahega, uska jism shayad usse pehle haan kar dega.

Arjun ne teen din tak apne aap se kaha ki woh awaaz television ki hai.

Pehli raat woh seedha so gaya tha, ya usne aisa maan liya tha. Doosri raat headboard ek baar deewar se lagi, phir chup ho gayi, aur usne pillow kaan par rakh liya. Teesri raat woh uth kar baitha raha, andhere mein, aur jab awaaz ruki toh usne socha ki shayad woh galat samajh raha hai. Naya ghar. Nayi biwi. Logon ki zindagi hoti hai. Yeh baat woh apne dimaag mein poori line ki tarah bola karta tha, jaise kisi aur ko samjha raha ho.

Chauthi subah woh bahaana khatam ho gaya.

Woh apne flat se nikal kar doodh lene ja raha tha. Seedhiyon par Vaishali pehle se thi, neeche wali landing par, ek thaili haath mein, pallu kandhe par. Usne use “Ma” nahi kaha. Woh ab nahi keh sakta tha. Usne “Bhabhi” kaha, aur awaaz uske gale mein atak gayi, kyunki usne upar dekha tha.

Pallu sarak gaya tha. Gale ke neeche, collarbone ke paas, ek nishan tha. Chhota nahi. Daant ka nahi, chusne ka, gehra laal, kinare par thoda neela. Usne concealer lagaya tha. Subah ki roshni mein concealer kaam nahi kar raha tha. Neeche, blouse ke upar ki skin par, ek aur halka sa daag tha, jo pallu ne chhupana tha aur chhupaya nahi tha.

Vaishali ne uski nazar pakdi. Usne pallu upar kheenchha, ek hi jhatke mein, aur thaili doosre haath mein badal li.

“Doodh khatam ho gaya tha,” usne kaha. “Vikram ko bina chai ke office nahi bhejna tha.”

Arjun ne sir hila diya. Woh uske gale ki taraf dobara nahi dekh paaya, aur isi liye usne uski chaal dekhi. Seedhiyon se utarte waqt uska ek pair doosre se thoda dheere pad raha tha. Koi langdaana nahi tha. Sirf ek aisa farak jo usne apni maa mein pehle kabhi nahi dekha tha, aur jo woh ab dekh kar bhool nahi pa raha tha. Woh dheere chal rahi thi, jaise andar se kuch abhi bhi sooja hua ho.

“Main le aata,” usne kaha.

“Ho gaya. Tu college ja.”

Woh neeche chali gayi. Arjun landing par khada raha. Left wale darwaze ke andar Priya ka radio chal raha tha, koi purana gaana, aur us gaane ke neeche uske apne ghar ki khamoshi thi. Ramesh shayad abhi bhi so raha tha. Arjun ke paas chaabi thi. Usne lock nahi khola. Woh wapas apne kamre mein gaya, bag nahi uthaya, aur bed par baith gaya.

Ab woh television nahi keh sakta tha.

Usne pichhle dinon ko ek saath rakha. Pehli raat ki takraahat. Subah ki chai, jismein Vaishali ke honth thode sooje hue the. Shopping ke bag ka laal kona, jo usne seedhiyon par dekha tha aur jiske baare mein usne “achha kiya” keh diya tha, kyunki Vikram ka haath uske kandhe par tha. Kal dopahar jab woh pani lene aaya tha, tab Vaishali ne darwaza itni der baad khola tha ki uske baal bikhre hue the, aur uske peeche Vikram towel mein khada muskura raha tha. Usne tab bhi kuch nahi kaha. Usne glass liya aur chala gaya.

Roz.

Yeh shabd uske munh mein kadwa laga. Roz. Sirf ek raat nahi, jo woh apne aap ko suhagrat keh kar chhupa sake. Roz subah uski chaal mein woh farak. Roz uske gale par koi naya nishan, concealer ke neeche. Roz Vikram ka haath uski kamar par, uske saamne, jaise Arjun koi mehmaan ho jo jaldi chala jaayega.

Arjun ne apne haath dekhe. Woh kaanp nahi rahe the. Woh khali the. Usi haath ne profile banayi thi. Usi haath ne photo chuni thi. Usi haath ne Ramesh ko kaha tha ki ek saal, sirf ek saal, phir Priya ka rishta, phir sab wapas. Ek saal ab ek hafte mein bhi nahi tha, aur wapas ka rasta uske saamne band dikh raha tha. Register ho chuka tha. Naam Meera Deshmukh ho chuka tha. Flat ke paper mein jo sign tha, woh uski maa ka nahi tha. Uski bua ka tha. Uski bua jo uski maa thi.

Usne almari kholi. Neeche wali shelf par woh lifafa rakha tha, jismein account ka paper tha. Usne use nahi nikala. Use pata tha andar kya hai. Raqam. Date. Vikram ka naam transfer mein. Usne darwaza band kiya. Ek pal ke liye usne socha ki woh abhi us darwaze par jaaye, Vikram se kahe ki bahar aao, yeh aurat tumhari biwi nahi hai, yeh meri maa hai, aur tum use roz nahi chhu sakte. Agle hi pal usne woh sentence poora soch liya, aur use pata chala ki woh use bol nahi paayega. Vikram use bhai maanta tha. Vikram use uski bhabhi ka devar maanta tha. Agar sach bahar aaya, toh pehle security officer, pehle fraud, pehle wahi ladka jo profile le kar gaya tha.

Woh bed par wapas baitha.

College ka time nikal gaya. Usne bag nahi uthaya. Priya ne bahar se pukara, ek baar, “Arjun, chai.” Usne jawab nahi diya. Priya doosri baar nahi aayi. Usne shayad maan liya ki woh so raha hai. Arjun so nahi raha tha. Woh us nishan ko dekh raha tha, jo ab uske saamne nahi tha, lekin uski aankh mein atka hua tha. Laal. Concealer. Pallu jo late se upar aaya tha.

Dopahar ko usne phone uthaya. Lawyer ka number usne teen din pehle save kiya tha, kisi aur kaam ke bahane, aur ek baar bhi call nahi kiya tha. Usne number dekha. Ramesh ko batana chahiye tha. Ramesh is ghar mein baap tha, pati tha, aur ab bhaiya tha. Arjun ne phone wapas rakh diya. Ramesh se pehle woh khud sunna chahta tha ki koi rasta hai ya nahi. Agar nahi hai, toh woh apne baap ko woh nahi sunana chahta tha jo woh khud sunne se darr raha tha.

Shaam ko Vikram office se aaya. Landing par unki mulakat ho gayi. Vikram ne uske kandhe par haath rakha, pehle ki tarah, aur kaha, “Bhai, teri bhabhi ne aaj bhindi banayi hai. Aa jaana. Akeli bore ho jaati hai jab main late karta hoon.”

Arjun ne uske chehre par dekha. Koi shak nahi tha. Koi darr nahi tha. Ek aadmi apni biwi ke baare mein baat kar raha tha, aur uske devar ko khaane bula raha tha, kyunki use lagta tha ki ladka sharmaata hai.

“Aaj nahi,” Arjun ne kaha. “Kaam hai.”

“Kal aa jaana.” Vikram ne use chhoda aur apna darwaza khola. Andar se Vaishali ki awaaz aayi, dheemi, “Aa gaye?” Vikram ne kuch kaha jo Arjun ne poora nahi suna. Darwaza band ho gaya.

Arjun apne kamre mein gaya. Light nahi jalayi. Woh bed par leta raha, deewar ki taraf muh karke, aur is baar usne pillow kaan par nahi rakha. Usne sunne ka faisla pehle hi kar liya tha. Jo aayega, woh aayega. Usne apne aap se yeh bhi keh liya tha ki kal subah woh lawyer ke number par call karega, Ramesh ko saath le kar ya akela, lekin call karega. Aaj raat woh sirf woh hoga jo usne khud banaya tha. Ek ladka, ek patli deewar, aur uske us paar woh aurat jise woh maa nahi keh sakta tha.

Raat ko awaaz aayi.

Pehle nahi. Kareeb gyarah ke baad. Ek kursi. Paani. Phir bed. Phir Vaishali ki saans, jo usne pehchaan li, kyunki woh uski thi, bees saal se usi ghar ki. Phir ek dabi hui siski, phir Vikram ki awaaz, shabd saaf nahi, sirf tone. Phir rhythm. Deewar dheemi, lekin kaafi. Arjun ne aankhen band nahi ki. Usne chhat dekhi. Uske kaan garam ho gaye. Uski mutthi band ho gayi, aur khul gayi, kyunki band rakhne ka koi matlab nahi tha.

Woh roz tha. Aaj bhi. Kal bhi hoga.

Jab awaaz ruki, tab bahut der ho chuki thi. Arjun utha nahi. Usne socha ki subah woh use rokega, seedhiyon par, aur kahega ki woh lawyer ke paas ja raha hai. Phir usne socha ki woh kya kahega. Tumhari maa ko us aadmi se kaun bachayega, yeh sawaal uske paas nahi tha. Uske paas sirf ek number tha, ek lifafa tha, aur ek nishan tha jo concealer se nahi chhupa tha.

Woh aankhen kholi rakhe leta raha, jab tak bahar ki peeli light kam na ho gayi. Subah hone mein ab bhi waqt tha. Usne phone bedside par rakh liya, screen neeche, jaise agar woh use dekhta raha toh call abhi kar dega, aur abhi karne ka hausla uske paas nahi tha.

Next day morning.


Vikram office nikal chuka tha jab Arjun ne darwaza khatkhataya. Vaishali ne socha hoga ki doodh wala hai, ya society ka koi aadmi, kyunki usne pallu theek kiya aur bina aankh se dekhe darwaza khol diya. Saamne Arjun khada tha. College bag nahi tha. Chehre par neend nahi thi. Usne peeche mud kar seedhiyon ko dekha, ek baar, phir kaha, “Andar aa sakta hoon? Do minute.”

Vaishali ne use andar aane diya. Darwaza band kiya. Lock nahi lagaya. Hall mein kal raat ki ek khali cup table par thi, Vikram ki. Arjun ne use dekha, phir Vaishali ko. Neeli saree. Khula blouse. Sindoor. Gale par concealer, jo aaj thoda zyada lagaya gaya tha, aur phir bhi kinare se ek laalpan chhoot raha tha.

“Baith,” usne kaha.

“Nahi.” Arjun khada raha. Uski awaaz pehle hi kaanp rahi thi, isliye usne use sakht karne ki koshish ki, aur sakht karte hue woh aur buri ho gayi. “Main kal raat se jaag raha hoon. Usse pehle bhi. Main yeh nahi keh sakta ki mujhe pata nahi. Mujhe pata hai. Roz. Tumhare gale par nishan hai. Tum seedhiyon par dheere chal rahi thi. Main ne suna.”

Vaishali ka haath pallu par ruk gaya. Ek pal ke liye uske chehre par wohi darr aaya jo usne pehli raat ko mehsoos kiya tha. Phir darr hatt gaya. Uski jagah kuch aur aa gaya, thanda aur seedha.

“Tune suna,” usne kaha. “Aur ab aaya hai. Teen din baad. Chaar din baad. Jab usne mujhe pehli baar is kamre mein band kiya, tab tu kahan tha?”

“Main—”

“Tune profile banayi thi.” Vaishali ne cup uthaya, jaise use rakhne ki jagah chahiye ho, phir use wapas rakh diya, kyunki haath kaanp rahe the aur woh nahi chahti thi ki woh gir jaaye. “Tune meri photo chuni thi. Tune apne baap ko kaha tha ki bs kuch din aur Shaadi ke din switch hona tha. Yaad hai? Main Meera bankar jaungi, register hoga, aur usi din, ya usi raat se pehle, sach bahar aa jaayega. Priya uske saamne hogi. Main wapas aaungi. Yahi tha na? Yahi tune mujhe kitchen mein khade hokar kaha tha, jab maine kaha tha ki yeh khatarnaak hai.”

Arjun ne nazar neeche kar li. “Switch nahi ho paya. Vikram jaldi le gaya. Register usi shaam ho gaya. Main andar nahi ja paya. Papa bhi nahi gaye. Woh… woh ruk gaya.”

“Woh ruk gaya.” Vaishali ne yeh do shabd aise dohraye jaise woh unhe chakh rahi ho. “Aur main uske ghar mein reh gayi. Uski biwi bankar. Uska naam lekar. Uska mangalsutra pehen kar. Tu bahar khada raha, aur teri maa andar thi. Ab tu mujhse pooch raha hai ki main roz uske saath kyun hoon.”

“Main yeh nahi pooch raha.” Arjun ki awaaz phat gayi. “Main yeh pooch raha hoon ki kya koi rasta hai. Lawyer. Koi paper. Kuch. Main ja sakta hoon. Papa ko le ja sakta hoon. Tumhe uske haath se nikalne ka koi tareeka hoga.”

Vaishali hasi. Hasi nahi thi. Sirf ek chhoti si, sukhi saans. “Tareeka. Tune socha hai woh tareeka kya hai? Woh mera pati hai. Register par. Court ke kagaz par. Society ke form par maine khud Meera Deshmukh likha hai, tere papa ke saamne. Tu use kaise rokega ki woh mujhe na chhue? Tu uske ghar mein ghusega? Tu use bolega ki yeh aurat teri maa hai, isliye apni biwi ko mat chhuna? Woh tujhe bhai maanta hai. Woh mujhe teri bua maanta hai. Agar tune sach kaha, toh woh tujhe chor bolega. Fraud bolega. Paisa wapas maangega. Aur jo tune kiya hai, uska paper uske paas hai.”

“Main jail jaane ko taiyar hoon.”

“Taiyar hai?” Vaishali ne ek kadam aage badhaya. Uski awaaz ab dheemi nahi thi. “Tu taiyar hai. Main nahi pooch rahi. Main yeh keh rahi hoon ki tu taiyar hoke bhi mujhe yahan se nahi nikal sakta. Woh mera pati hai. Kanoon uska hai. Raat uski hai. Subah uski hai. Jab woh haath lagata hai, toh main use yeh nahi keh sakti ki ruk jao, mera beta bahar hai, mera pehla pati bhaiya ban chuka hai, yeh shaadi jhooth thi. Woh sunega nahi. Aur agar sun bhi le, toh pehle tujhe pakdega. Tere papa ko pakdega. Priya ko bhi, kyunki uska naam isme hai. Tune socha tha switch ho jaayega. Switch nahi hua. Ab main uski biwi hoon, aur tu mujhse gussa hai kyunki main uske neeche se subah uthti hoon.”

Arjun ka chehra laal ho gaya. “Main tumse gussa nahi hoon. Main usse gussa hoon. Main khud se gussa hoon. Main ne yeh nahi chaaha tha ki woh tumhe roz—”

“Mat bol.” Vaishali ne haath utha diya. “Mat bol ki roz kya. Tune suna hai. Tune dekh liya hai. Ab us lafz ko mere saamne mat rakh. Mujhe pata hai mera jism kya kar raha hai. Mujhe tere se yeh sunne ki zaroorat nahi hai.”

Woh khamosh ho gaye. Kitchen se gas ki halki si tick sunai di, jo usne band karna bhool gayi thi. Vaishali ne palat kar use band kiya. Jab woh wapas mudi, tab uski aankhen geeli thi, lekin aansu nahi gire. Usne unhe wapas kheench liya.

“Tune mujhe becha,” usne kaha, ab dheere. “Tere papa ne mujhe becha. Dono ne mil kar ek plan banaya jo pehle din toot gaya. Aur tootne ke baad tum dono ne mujhe nikalne ki jagah yeh socha ki shayad ek hafte mein kuch ho jaayega. Ek hafte mein kya hota hai, Arjun? Ek hafte mein ek aurat ko aadat pad jaati hai darwaza band karne ki. Ek hafte mein uska naam badal jaata hai. Ek hafte mein uska pati use subah uthate hi chhoo leta hai, aur woh yeh nahi keh paati ki main tumhari nahi hoon, kyunki kehne ka matlab hai tera barbaad hona. Tu mujhse pooch raha hai main use kaise rokun. Main nahi rok sakti. Tu rok. Ya terа papa rok. Tum dono ne yeh shuru kiya tha. Main ne sirf haan ki thi, kyunki tune kaha tha ki kuch nahi hoga.”

Arjun ne darwaze ka kinara pakad liya. Uski mutthi safed ho gayi. “Main lawyer ke paas jaunga. Aaj. Papa ko nahi bataunga agar tum nahi chahti. Main akela jaunga.”

“Ja.” Vaishali ne pallu theek kiya. Concealer wala hissa phir se chhup gaya, adhoora. “Ja kar pooch. Woh tujhe wahi batayega jo main tujhe bata chuki hoon. Woh mera pati hai. Use rokne ka koi kanoon nahi hai. Jo kanoon hai, woh tum dono ke khilaaf hai. Aur jab tu wapas aaye, toh mujhse yeh mat kehna ki tune koshish ki. Koshish se mera gale ka nishan nahi mitta.”




Bahar seedhiyon par koi chala. Dono ruk gaye. Kadmon ki awaaz neeche chali gayi. Arjun ne darwaza khola. Landing khali thi. Usne ek baar peeche dekha. Vaishali table ke paas khadi thi, cup ab bhi wahi, uska chehra thaka hua, gussa ab cheekh mein nahi, uski kamar ki seedhai mein.


“Ma,” usne kaha, bahut dheere.

“Bhabhi,” usne kaha. “Darwaza khula hai. Koi sun lega. Aur Vikram ko teri bhabhi chahiye, teri maa nahi. Ja.”

Arjun bahar nikla. Darwaza uske peeche band hua, usne nahi, usne. Woh seedhiyon par ruka, ek minute, do minute, jaise koi use wapas bula lega. Koi nahi bulaaya. Andar gas band thi. Cup table par thi. Aur Vaishali usi jagah khadi rahi, jab tak uske haath kaanpna band nahi kar gaye, aur jab tak usne yeh maan nahi liya ki gussa nikal chuka hai, lekin uska pati shaam ko wapas aayega, aur us gusse se uska haath nahi rukega.

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Chapter :  No way to home

Arjun ne number dopahar ko kiya, jab Vaishali ka darwaza band ho chuka tha aur woh seedhiyon se neeche utar chuka tha. Phone teen baar baja. Ek ladki ne uthaya, naam poocha, aur kaha ki saade chaar ke baad ek slot hai, agar woh cash le kar aaye. Arjun ne haan keh diya. Usne Ramesh ko nahi bataya. Vaishali ne kaha tha ki akela jaaye, aur uske paas apne baap ka chehra dekhne ki himmat bhi nahi thi, usse pehle ki koi use yeh keh de ki rasta band hai.

Office station ke peeche ek purani building mein tha. Lift nahi thi. Teesri manzil par ek board tha, kaala akshar, Adv. S. Kulkarni. Andar do kursi thi, ek table, ek purana cooler jo zyada awaaz karta tha aur kam hawa deta tha. Kulkarni chalis ke aas-paas ke the, aankhon ke neeche sujan, table par ek file khuli hui jo kisi aur ki thi. Unhone Arjun ko baithne ko kaha aur seedha poocha, “Kya problem hai? Phone par tumne kaha family matter.”

Arjun ne shuru kiya, aur pehli line hi adhoori reh gayi. “Meri… ek aurat hai. Uski shaadi hue hai. Register. Lekin woh shaadi theek nahi hai. Use nikalna hai.”

Kulkarni ne pen uthaya. “Theek nahi hai ka matlab? Jabardasti? Umar? Pehli shaadi chhupayi?”

Arjun ne apne haath god mein rakhe. Cooler ki awaaz uske kaan mein ghus rahi thi. “Umar theek hai. Register uske naam par hai. Meera. Patidev ka naam Vikram Deshmukh. Shaadi ko ek hafte se zyada nahi hua. Paisa diya gaya tha, pehle. Token. Phir baaki. Plan yeh tha ki shaadi ke din switch ho jaayega. Sach bol diya jaayega. Woh aurat wapas aa jaayegi. Switch nahi hua. Register ho gaya. Ab woh uske ghar mein hai. Woh use roz… woh uske saath rehti hai. Use nikalna hai.”

Kulkarni ne pen rakh diya. “Tum kaun ho us aurat ke?”

“Bhanja.” Arjun ne yeh shabd kaha, kyunki sach ka doosra hissa abhi us kamre mein nahi aa sakta tha. “Uski bua meri maa hai. Nahi. Woh meri bua hai. Ghar ke log jaante hain ki yeh theek nahi hua. Hum use wapas laana chahte hain.”

“Hum kaun?”

“Main. Aur mera pitaji.”

Kulkarni ne use dekha, der tak, jaise woh yeh faisla kar rahe hon ki yeh ladka jhooth bol raha hai ya sirf aadha sach. “Register marriage, ek hafte purani, paisa pehle dia gaya, aur ab tum keh rahe ho ki dulhan ko nikalna hai. Dulhan khud complaint karna chahti hai?”

“Woh nahi aayegi.”

“Toh tum kiske liye aaye ho?”

Arjun ne ek gehri saans li. “Uske liye. Woh nahi nikal sakti. Woh kehti hai ki woh uska pati hai, kanoon uska hai, aur agar humne kuch kaha toh hum pakde jaayenge. Main yeh jaan-na chahta hoon ki koi rasta hai ya nahi. Annulment. Fraud. Kuch bhi.”

Kulkarni ne cooler ki taraf dekha, jaise awaaz unhe bhi tang kar rahi ho, phir wapas Arjun ki taraf. “Rasta tab hota hai jab dulhan khud kahe ki usse dhoka hua, ya ki uski marzi nahi thi, ya ki pehli shaadi zinda hai aur chhupayi gayi. Tum yeh keh rahe ho ki paisa pehle mila. Ye kaun sa rasta hai, yeh tum batao. Agar paisa isliye mila tha ki ek aurat ko dusre naam se shaadi karwa di jaaye, aur baad mein use hata diya jaaye, toh fraud ka case dulhan ke favour mein nahi khulega. Woh un logon par khulega jinhe paisa mila. Tum par. Tumhare pitaji par. Jo bhi beech mein tha, uspar. Dulhan agar chup rahi, toh bhi. Dulhan agar bol di, toh aur tez.”

Arjun ka munh sukh gaya. “Agar woh khud kahe ki woh nahi rehna chahti?”

“Toh divorce. Ek saal baad, ittifaq se, ya usse pehle agar cruelty sabit ho. Cruelty ke liye usko khud aana padega, statement deni padegi, aur jo paisa tumhare ghar mein gaya hai, woh us statement mein aa jaayega. Vikram naam ka aadmi agar akalmand hai, toh woh counter karega. Cheating. Criminal breach. Tumhara naam pehle aayega, uska baad mein. Main tumhe yeh case nahi dilwaunga. Main apna licence isme nahi daalunga.”

Kamra chhota lag raha tha. Arjun ne kursi ki bah pakdi. “Toh kuch nahi ho sakta.”

“Kuch ho sakta hai,” Kulkarni ne kaha. “Woh aurat khud aaye. Apna naam sahi bataye. Agar uski koi pehli shaadi hai jo chhupayi gayi hai, toh woh alag baat hai, aur woh baat bhi usi ke muh se aani chahiye. Tum yahan se yeh le kar jao ki ek hafte ki register marriage ko bhanja tod nahi sakta. Paisa wapas karne se bhi nahi tootti, agar dulha na maane. Aur agar tumne security officer mein ja kar yeh kahani dohrayi, toh pehla sawaal yeh hoga ki token kisne liya.”

Arjun utha. Uska pair ek pal ke liye table se laga. “Fees?”

“Aaj ki nahi lunga.” Kulkarni ne file band ki. “Agli baar mat aana, jab tak woh aurat saath na ho. Aur agar woh saath aaye, toh poora naam lekar aana. Aadha naam lekar koi case nahi banta.”

Bahar sadak par dhoop tez thi. Arjun ne auto nahi liya. Woh paidal chala, station ki taraf, phir station se aage, kyunki seedha ghar jaane ka matlab tha Ramesh ko dekhna, Priya ko dekhna, aur us darwaze ko dekhna jiske peeche Vaishali khadi thi. Uske paas jo baat thi, woh Vaishali pehle hi keh chuki thi. Lawyer ne use nayi nahi di thi. Usne use sirf ek table par rakh di thi, pen ke saath, aur keh diya tha ki rasta unhi logon par khulta hai jinhe paisa mila.

Woh society ke gate par ruka. Watchman ne use dekha aur kuch nahi kaha. Left wale darwaze ke andar se Priya ki awaaz aa rahi thi, kisi se phone par, hansi ke saath. Right wale darwaze ke neeche se khana banne ki mehek aa rahi thi. Arjun ne apna phone nikala. Ramesh ka number khola. Ek line likhi, phir mita di. Woh yeh nahi likh sakta tha ki lawyer ne kaha hai hum pehle pakde jaayenge. Woh yeh bhi nahi likh sakta tha ki switch ka plan ab ek paper hai, jo kisi ke kaam ka nahi.

Usne phone jeb mein daala aur apne darwaze ki chaabi nikali. Andar ja kar woh apne kamre mein baitha. Light nahi jalayi. Subah se ab tak usne jo suna tha, woh ab ek aur awaaz ban gaya tha, lawyer ki, dheemi aur saaf. Dulhan khud aaye. Poora naam lekar aaye. Usse pehle koi rasta nahi.

Arjun ne jaan liya ki woh Vaishali ko yeh baat shaam ko nahi batayega. Woh use woh nahi sunana chahta tha jo woh pehle se jaanti thi, ek aise aadmi ke muh se jise usne fees dene ki bhi zaroorat nahi samjhi.


Teen din baad Vikram ne yeh baat breakfast par kahi, jaise woh koi aur cheez mang raha ho. “Shaam ko bhaiya ko bula le. Arjun ko bhi. Priya bhi aa jaayegi toh achha hai. Naya ghar hai, ek baar sab saath kha lein. Mummy nahi aa paayengi, unka pair dukh raha hai. Ghar wale aa jaayen, bas.”
Vaishali ne roti senk rahi thi. Tawa garam tha. Usne use palta, aur ek pal ke liye uske haath ruk gaye. Teen din mein Arjun dobara nahi aaya tha. Lawyer ki baat usne nahi suni thi, lekin uske na aane se use pata chal gaya tha ki jo jawab mila hoga, woh koi naya rasta nahi tha. Ramesh ek baar landing par mila tha, nazar neeche, aur “sab theek” keh kar chala gaya tha. Ab use unhe bulana tha. Apne pehle pati ko bhaiya keh kar. Apne bete ko devar ki tarah. Aur Priya ko, jiski shaadi ke naam par yeh sab shuru hua tha.
“Aaj?” usne poocha.
“Aaj kyun nahi. Saturday hai. Arjun college nahi jaayega. Main office se jaldi aa jaunga. Tu phone kar de. Tere muh se aayega toh woh log mana nahi karenge.”
Vaishali ne roti utari. “Woh mana kar sakte hain. Bhaiya ko tabiyat theek nahi rehti. Priya… Priya ko bheed pasand nahi.”
Vikram ne chai khatam ki. “Teri bua hai woh. Ek dinner se nahi bhaagegi. Aur bhaiya ko main khud bol dunga, agar tu sharma rahi hai. Lekin pehle tu kar. Biwi ghar bulati hai. Main nahi.”

Woh agle darwaze mein rehte the, isliye Vikram ne phone ki zaroorat nahi samjhi. Saturday ki subah woh khud nikal gaya, chappal bhi poori tarah se nahi pehni, aur left wale darwaze par haath rakh diya. Vaishali kitchen mein thi. Usne use rokna chaaha, aur rok nahi paayi, kyunki rokne ka koi bahaana uske paas nahi tha jo Vikram samajh sake.

Ramesh ne darwaza khola. Neend abhi uski aankhon mein thi. Peeche se Priya ki awaaz aayi, “Kaun hai itni subah?”

“Main,” Vikram ne kaha, aur andar kadam rakh diya jaise woh roz aata ho. “Shaam ko khaana hai mere yahan. Meera bana rahi hai. Bhaiya, aap aa jaana. Arjun bhi. Priya bhi. Mummy nahi aa paayengi, pair dukh raha hai. Ghar wale aa jaayen, bas. Saat baje.”

Priya hall mein aa gayi, baal khule, ek purani nightie mein. Usne Vikram ko dekha, phir uske peeche khule darwaze se right wale flat ki taraf, jahan se bartan ki awaaz aa rahi thi. “Didi bana rahi hain?” usne kaha. Didi. Woh shabd uske munh se aasaan nikal aaya, kyunki cover yahi tha. Meera uski badi behan thi. Ramesh ki behan. Arjun ki bua. Priya ko yeh naam pasand bhi tha, kyunki is naam mein woh chhoti reh jaati thi, aur chhoti rehna us din uske kaam ka tha.

Ramesh ne turant jawab nahi diya. Usne Vikram ke kandhe ke us paar dekha, jaise Vaishali wahan khadi ho. Khadi nahi thi. “Saat baje,” usne kaha. “Aa jaayenge.”

“Arjun?”

“College nahi hai aaj,” Priya ne kaha. “So raha hai. Main jaga dungi. Didi akeli mat rehne dena, Vikram. Naya ghar hai, woh sharma jaati hai. Hum aa kar use khol denge.”

Vikram hasa. “Woh sharmati zaroor hai. Tum log aaoge toh theek rahega. Meera ko maine keh diya hai, mirchi kam rakhna bhaiya ke liye.”

Woh chala gaya. Ramesh ne darwaza band kiya. Priya ab bhi muskurayi hui thi. “Didi ne khud nahi bulaya,” usne kaha. “Pati ko bheja. Achha kiya. Warna woh phone par phir se bhaiya bhaiya karti, aur awaaz phat jaati.”

Ramesh uski taraf muda. “Bas kar.”

“Maine kya kaha?” Priya ne nightie ka gala theek kiya. “Shaam ko jaana hai. Main woh hare wali saree nikaalti hoon. Didi maroon pehnegи, dekh lena. Vikram use pehnata hai. Mujhe dikhta hai terrace se.”

Right wale flat mein Vaishali ne tawa band kar diya tha. Vikram wapas aaya, chappal ab seedhi, aur kaha, “Ho gaya. Saat baje. Bhaiya maan gaye. Priya khud bol rahi thi didi akeli mat chhodna. Achhi hai teri behan.”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Behan. Priya uski nanad thi, Ramesh ki sagi behan, aur ab usi muh se didi ban chuki thi. “Main baingan nikaalti hoon,” usne kaha. “Aloo bhi. Bhaiya ko mirchi kam.”

“Haan. Aur saree maroon wali. Blouse naya. Baal mat kholna. Pehli baar sab saath kha rahe hain.”

Dopahar ko Arjun jaaga. Priya ne use bataya, darwaze par khade hokar, “Shaam ko didi ke yahan hai. Vikram subah aa kar le gaya. Tu bhi chalega. Mana kiya toh main Vikram ko bol dungi ki tu bhabhi se sharmata hai.” Arjun ne uske chehre par dekha. Priya ko maza aa raha tha. Use pata tha asli baat, ya itni asli baat jitni us ghar mein kisi ko batayi gayi thi, aur woh use didi keh kar din bhar ghumne wali thi.

“Chalunga,” Arjun ne kaha.

Shaam ko paune saat baje Vaishali taiyar thi. Maroon saree. Sleeveless blouse. Sindoor seedha. Concealer gale par, do baar. Vikram ne darwaza khola, kyunki bulane wala woh tha. Ramesh pehle aaya, safed shirt, baal geele. Arjun uske peeche, button galat. Priya aakhiri, hari saree, mota haar, lipstick zyada. Usne Vaishali ko dekha aur seedha aage badh kar uska haath pakad liya.

“Didi,” usne kaha, itni saaf awaaz mein ki Vikram sun le. “Kitni taiyar ho gayi ho. Naya ghar suit kar gaya. Main soch rahi thi tum phone karogi. Vikram khud aa gaye. Achha kiya. Tum phone par sharma jaati ho.”

Vaishali ka haath uske haath mein tha. Thanda nahi tha. Priya ne use dheere se dabaaya, ek second, sirf itna ki Vaishali samajh jaaye yeh pyar nahi hai. “Aao,” Vaishali ne kaha. “Baitho. Main paani laati hoon.”

Vikram ne Ramesh ko sofa tak le gaya. “Bhaiya, ab aate raho. Agle darwaze ho, phir bhi Meera kehti hai tum log door lagte ho. Arjun ko maine kaha tha bhabhi ko time de. Ladka sharmata hai.”

Priya has padi. “Sharmata hai, didi. Main dekhti hoon. Tumhare saamne chup ho jaata hai. Vikram, aap isse mat chedo. Didi ko bura lagega.”

Vaishali kitchen ki taraf gayi. Glasses tray par the. Uske peeche Priya ki awaaz aa rahi thi, didi, didi, bilkul aasaan, jaise bees saal ki nanad ek hafte mein behan ban gayi ho. Ramesh chup tha. Arjun chup tha. Vikram khush tha. Vaishali ne tray uthayi, maroon pallu kandhe par set kiya, aur hall mein wapas aayi, apni nanad ko paani dene, jisne use didi kaha tha, aur apne bete ko, jise us ghar mein devar kehna tha.






Khaana table par aa chuka tha, lekin ek sabzi reh gayi thi. Vaishali use laane uthi. Pallu usne kas ke bandha hua tha, maroon, concealer wala gale ka hissa chhupa hua. Vikram ne kaha, “Main bhi aata hoon, plate chhoti pad gayi,” aur uske peeche kitchen mein chala gaya. Hall mein Ramesh paani lene ke bahane utha. Bathroom kitchen ke bagal mein tha. Usne bathroom ka darwaza khola, andar kadam rakha, aur darwaza poora band nahi kiya. Sheeshe mein nahi, darwaze ki darar se, use kitchen ka kona dikh raha tha.

Vaishali counter par jhuki hui thi, sabzi ke bartan ki taraf. Vikram uske peeche aa chuka tha. Usne pehle kuch nahi kaha. Usne uska pallu kandhe se sarka diya, itna ki gale ka concealer wala hissa khul jaaye, aur apna munh uski gardan par rakh diya. Pehli kiss dheemi thi. Doosri mein usne skin ko honthon mein liya aur chusa, wahi jahan nishan pehle se tha. Vaishali ka haath bartan par ruk gaya.

“Vikram. Bahar sab baithe hain. Chhodo.”

“Do minute.”

Usne uski kamar pakdi. Doosra haath pallu ke neeche gaya, saree ke andar, petticoat ke andar, panty ke kinare se. Vaishali ne uska kalai pakadna chaaha. Pakad bani, aur tut gayi, kyunki uski ungliyan pehle hi uski chut par thi. Woh geeli thi. Shaam bhar ki tension, uske saamne baitha Ramesh, Priya ki didi, Arjun ki chuppi, aur ab yeh haath. Vikram ne ek ungli andar ki. Dheere. Phir doosri.

Vaishali ki saas atak gayi. “Nahi. Bahar— main sabzi—”

Usne ungliyan andar-bahar ki. Angutha clit par ruka, ek chhota ghera. Vaishali ke ghutne dheele pade. Woh counter se hatna chahti thi, aur hatne ki jagah uski kamar uske haath par thodi si dhal gayi. Ek dabi hui moan uske gale se nikli, gardan uske muh mein hone ki wajah se aur bhi dheemi. “Ahh— ruk— woh log—”

Vikram ne gardan par ek aur kiss kiya, daant halka sa, aur ungliyan tez kar di. Vaishali ke pair floor par tik nahi rahe the. Woh ek baar upar uthi, uski ungliyon par, jaise jism ne khud unhe aur andar lena chaaha, phir turant neeche aayi aur uski kalai pakad li. “Bas. Please. Main bahar nahi ja paungi aise.” Pakad kamzor thi. Agli hi saans mein woh phir se uski ungliyon par uchhli, chhoti si, sharmili, aur uske munh se ek aur geeli siski nikal gayi, jo usne apne honth kaat kar adhoori chhod di.

Bathroom ke darar se Ramesh ne yeh dekha. Apni biwi, maroon saree mein, counter se lagi hui. Vikram ka muh uski gardan par. Haath uske saree ke andar. Uska jism ek baar rukta, ek baar uske haath par chadh jaata. Ramesh ka pet baith gaya. Gussa aaya, aur gusse ke neeche ek aisi sharm ki usne apne aap ko us darar se hata liya. Woh wapas hall mein gaya. Pair seedhe nahi pad rahe the. Usne sofa pakda aur baith gaya. Priya ne use dekha. “Kya hua, bhaiya? Chehra utar gaya.”

“Kuch nahi. Chakkar.”

Kitchen se bartan ki awaaz aayi, phir Vikram ki halki hasi, phir Vaishali ki awaaz, patli, “Le jao, main paani pee kar aati hoon.” Vikram hall mein aaya, plate haath mein, chehra bilkul aaraam se. “Bhabhi ko garam lag raha hai,” usne kaha. “Fan badha doon?”

Arjun ne fan ki taraf dekha. Ramesh ne nahi. Uske kaan garam the. Uske haath god mein band the. Usne jo dekha tha, woh ab bhi uski aankh mein tha: ungliyan, uchhalna, rukna, phir uchhalna, aur woh moan jo usne bees saal mein us aurat ke gale se nahi suni thi.

Vaishali ek minute baad aayi. Pallu theek tha. Gale par concealer thoda faila hua tha. Gaal laal the. Usne sabzi table par rakhi aur apni kursi par baithi, Vikram se door, Ramesh ke saamne. Uski saans ab bhi poori tarah seedhi nahi thi. Jab usne chammach uthaya, tab uski ungliyan halki si kaanp rahi thi.

“Didi, rang kaisa aa gaya hai,” Priya ne kaha. “Kitchen mein itni garmi hai?”

Vaishali ne nazar plate par rakhi. “Haan. Tawa chal raha tha.”

Ramesh ne nivala uthaya. Muh tak le gaya. Nigal gaya. Use swaad nahi aaya. Saamne baithi aurat uski biwi thi, aur pichhle do minute mein usne use kisi aur ke haath par uchhalte dekha tha, rukte hue, aur phir bhi rukte nahi hue. Woh khaata raha. Kuch bol nahi paaya. Bolne ka koi shabd uske paas nahi tha jo us table par, Vikram ke saamne, Priya ki didi ke saamne, zinda reh sake.

Ramesh POV:


Dinner nau baje khatam hua. Priya ne aakhiri baar didi kaha, Arjun ne nazar nahi milayi, aur Ramesh ne darwaze par haath jod kar namaste kiya, jaise woh ek aisa mehmaan ho jo dobara nahi aayega. Vikram ne unhe left wale darwaze tak chhoda. “Bhaiya, agle hafte phir.” Ramesh ne sir hila diya. Andar ja kar usne apne kamre ka darwaza band nahi kiya. Woh Arjun ke kamre mein chala gaya.

Arjun bed par baitha tha, shirt ab bhi wahi, button ab bhi galat. “Aap yahan?”

“Aaj yahin.” Ramesh ne kursi khinchhi, deewar ke paas, aur baith gaya. “Light mat jala.”

Right wale flat mein pehle bartan ki awaaz aayi. Paani. Ek cupboard. Phir Vikram ki awaaz, seedhi, “Aaj maroon mein achhi lag rahi thi. Dinner bhar main dekh raha tha.” Vaishali ne kuch kaha, dheema, shabd poore nahi aaye. Phir bed ki awaaz. Ek halki hansi. Phir khamoshi, itni chhoti ki Ramesh ne socha shayad woh so gaye.

Nahi soye the.

Pehli awaaz Vaishali ki thi, ek chhoti si, “Vikram, aaj nahi, main thaki hoon, woh log abhi gaye hain.” Uske baad kapde ki awaaz. Ek dabi hui siski. Phir uski awaaz phir, patli, “Ruk… gale par mat… nishan hai pehle se.” Vikram ne jawab diya, paas se, saaf nahi, sirf tone, aur tone mein koi rukna nahi tha. “Ahh—” Vaishali ki yeh moan chhoti thi, jaise usne use kaat liya ho aur woh phir bhi nikal gayi.

Ramesh ke haath god mein band ho gaye. Arjun ne pillow uthaya, phir use wapas rakh diya. Dono ne ek doosre ko nahi dekha.

Deewar ke us paar rhythm shuru hui. Bed. Headboard dheemi, thak, thak, itni tez nahi jitni Ramesh ne sochi thi, lekin lagatar. Beech mein Vaishali ki saans, tooti hui. “Dheere… dheere karo… main— ahh—” Ek thappad nahi. Ek aur gehra dhakka, kyunki uske baad moan lambi ho gayi, “Ahhh— Vikram—” aur turant usne use rokne ki koshish ki, shabd wapas aaye, “Chup… mat karwa… main nahi chahti—” Vikram hasa. Hasi dheemi thi, khush, bull wali. “Chahti hai tu. Sun apni awaaz.”

Ramesh ne aankhen band ki. Kitchen ka kona uske saamne aa gaya. Ungliyan. Uchhalna. Ab wahi jism deewar ke us paar tha, aur awaaz mein wohi rukna aur na rukna tha. “Nahi— wahan nahi— ahhh—” Phir ek geeli, chhoti awaaz, jo na moan thi na shabd, sirf uske gale ka tootna. Phir Vikram ki saans, tez, aur uski awaaz, “Upar aa. Aaj khud.” Vaishali ne kaha, “Mujhe nahi aata, tum karo,” aur uske baad ek lambi, khuli moan, “Ahhh—” jaise woh baith gayi ho aur lund andar tak chala gaya ho.

Arjun ka chehra andhere mein safed tha. “Papa.”

“Chup.”

Rhythm badal gayi. Ab bed tez thi. Vaishali ki moan har dhakke par aati thi, kabhi “ahh,” kabhi “dheere,” kabhi sirf ek toota hua swar jismein rukne ki koshish thi aur maza bhi, dono ek saath. Woh beech mein boli, “Bas… bahut gehra… main phir se—” aur phir ek lambi, kaanpti hui “Ahhh— haaye—” jo usne chhupani chahi aur chhupa nahi paayi. 




Vikram ne kuch kaha, phir se hasa, aur dhakke nahi ruke. Headboard ek baar tez lagi. Vaishali ki aakhri moan us hasi ke neeche dabi, phir khuli, phir dheemi ho gayi, saans ki tarah.

Ramesh utha nahi. Uska jism kursi par bhaari tha. Gussa tha, kitchen wala, aur us gusse ke neeche ek bezzati jo uske pet tak gayi hui thi. Usne apni biwi ko rokte suna. Usne use na rukte suna. Usne us aadmi ko haste suna, jo use bhaiya kehta tha aur uski biwi ko didi ke ghar ki behan maanta tha. Jab awaaz ruki, tab bhi woh baitha raha. Ek paani ki awaaz aayi. Ek dheemi baat, Vikram ki, “Soo ja.” Vaishali ne jawab nahi diya, ya itna dheema diya ki deewar ne use nahi aane diya.

Arjun ne kaha, “Main kal nahi ja paunga us darwaze par.”

Ramesh ne sir hila diya. “Kal main vaishali se milne  jaunga. Jab woh vikram office mein ho.”

Usne aur kuch nahi kaha. Deewar ab chup thi. Uske kaan mein ab bhi woh “ahhh” thi, aur uske saath woh hasi, jo rukne ki har koshish par aur khush ho gayi thi.


Agle din Subah

Vikram nau baje nikal gaya. Usne darwaze par kaha, “Dopahar ko call karunga. Bhaiya ko agar kuch chahiye toh de dena, agle darwaze hain.” Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Usne aap nahi kaha, kyunki woh ja chuka tha. Jab darwaza band hua, tab usne apna pallu theek kiya aur bartan mein haath daal diye, taaki shaam ki awaaz uske kaan se nikal jaaye. Nahi nikli. Uske gale mein ab bhi uski gardan ki jalan thi, aur uske pet ke neeche woh dheemi thakaan thi jo use seedha khada hone se rok rahi thi.

Saade dus baje doorbell baji. Usne socha doodh hoga. Ramesh tha. Safed shirt wahi, kal wali, jaise usne badli hi na ho. Aankhon ke neeche gehra pan tha. Usne andar aane ki jagah pehle landing dekhi, phir kaha, “Vikram gaya?”

“Haan. Office.” Vaishali darwaze se hati. “Aap andar aaiye.”

Aap. Ramesh ne woh shabd suna aur ek pal ke liye uska chehra khula reh gaya. Bees saal tak woh tum thi. Ab woh aap thi, aur yeh aap usne khud banwayi thi. Woh andar aaya. Vaishali ne darwaza band kiya, lock nahi lagaya. Hall mein kal raat ki ek khali glass ab bhi side table par thi. Ramesh ne use nahi uthaya. Woh khada raha.

“Main kal yahin tha,” usne kaha. “Kitchen mein nahi. Bathroom ke darwaze par. Maine dekha.”

Vaishali ka haath pallu par chala gaya. Sharm pehle aayi, gusse se pehle. Uska chehra garam ho gaya, gardan tak, aur usne nazar floor par rakh di. “Aap ko nahi dekhna chahiye tha.”

“Tumne kaha tha do minute. Tumne uska haath pakda. Phir chhod diya.” Ramesh ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi, isliye woh use neeche rakh raha tha. “Raat ko maine suna bhi. Arjun ke kamre se. Tum ruk rahi thi. Woh nahi ruka. Tum phir bhi—”

“Bas.” Vaishali ne upar dekha. Aankhen geeli thi, lekin awaaz geeli nahi thi. “Aap woh mat kahiyega. Aap bathroom ke darwaze par khade hokar dekh rahe the, aur raat ko deewar se sun rahe the. Aap andar aaye nahi. Aap ne darwaza nahi khatkhataya. Aap ne use nahi kaha ki haath hatao. Ab aap mujhse yeh poochne aaye hain ki main kyun nahi ruki.”

Ramesh ne ek kadam peeche liya. “Main pooch nahi raha. Main yeh keh raha hoon ki yeh roz nahi chal sakta. Woh mera… woh Vikram hai. Woh tujhe apni biwi maanta hai. Tu use rok. Tu use bata de ki tabiyat theek nahi hai. Tu alag so. Kuch toh kar.”

“Aap keh rahe hain main rokun.” Vaishali ne glass uthaya, use kitchen ke counter par rakh diya, taaki uske haath ke paas koi kaam ho. “Aap mere pati the. Aap ne mujhe is darwaze tak chhoda. Aap ne paisa liya. Aap ke bete ne profile banayi. Shaadi ke din switch hona tha. Aap ruk gaye. Aap andar nahi aaye. Ab register par mera naam Meera Deshmukh hai, aur aap chahte hain ki main us aadmi se kahun ki aap mujhe mat chhuiye, kyunki mere pehle pati agle darwaze par hain aur unhen sharm aa rahi hai.”

Ramesh ka munh khula, phir band hua. “Maine yeh nahi chaaha tha ki woh tujhe aise—”

“Aap ne chaaha tha ki ek shaam mein sab khatam ho jaaye.” Vaishali ab uske saamne thi. Sharm ab bhi uske gaal par thi, lekin uske neeche gussa seedha tha, aur us gusse ke neeche ek thakaan jo use chillaane nahi de rahi thi. “Aap ne socha hoga ki main ek raat seh lungi. Ek raat nahi hai, Ramesh ji. Roz hai. Subah hai. Shaam hai. Kitchen hai, jab aap log bahar baithe hote hain. Main usse aap kehti hoon, kyunki woh mera pati hai is kagaz par. Main aap se bhi aap kehti hoon, kyunki aap ne khud ko mera bhai banaya hai. Dono aap hain. Ek mujhe chhuta hai. Ek darwaze par khada rehta hai.”

Ramesh ne kursi ka selah pakda. Uski ungliyan safed ho gayi. “Arjun lawyer ke paas gaya tha. Usne mujhe subah bataya. Kuch nahi hoga. Case hum par hi aayega.”

“Mujhe pata tha.” Vaishali ne sir hila diya. “Isliye main aap dono se yeh nahi maang rahi ki aap mujhe nikaal lijiye. Main yeh keh rahi hoon ki aap mujhse yeh na kahiye ki main khud nikal jaun, ya khud ruk jaaun. Main rukti hoon. Aap ne dekha. Main kehti hoon bas. Woh nahi rukta. Aur jab woh nahi rukta, tab mera jism bhi mera nahi rehta. Yeh baat aap ko isliye nahi batani chahiye thi. Aap mere pati the. Aap ko yeh sun kar andar aana chahiye tha. Aap ne ek aur raat sun li.”

Bahar Priya ki chappal ki awaaz aayi, landing par, aur ruk gayi. Vaishali ne darwaze ki taraf dekha. Ramesh ne bhi. Koi knock nahi hui. Chappal wapas gayi, dheere, jaise koi sun kar laut raha ho. Vaishali ke kandhe dheele pade. Sharm wapas aa gayi, is baar gusse se bhari hui.

“Aap jaaiye,” usne kaha. “Vikram dopahar ko call karega. Agar aap yahan honge toh mujhe jhooth bolna padega. Jhooth main aap ke liye pehle hi bol chuki hoon. Aur ek ke liye meri awaaz nahi bachi.”

Ramesh darwaze tak gaya. Usne use khola. Landing khali thi, lekin left wale darwaze ki chain halki si hil rahi thi. Usne peeche dekha. Vaishali table ke paas khadi thi, pallu kas ke, aankhen laal, munh band. Woh roti nahi thi. Woh use rone ka mauka nahi de rahi thi.

“Vaishali,” usne kaha, bahut dheere.

“Meera,” usne kaha. “Aap ke Vikram ki biwi. Aap jaaiye.”

Ramesh bahar nikla. Darwaza uske peeche band hua. Left wale flat mein Priya hall ke kone mein khadi thi, kaan ab darwaze par nahi, lekin chehre par woh muskaan jo abhi tak utri nahi thi. Usne Ramesh ko aate dekha aur kuch nahi poocha. Pooche bina bhi use kaafi sunai de chuka tha.




Dopahar ko ghar khali tha. Vikram ki call aa chuki thi, chhoti si, “khaana kha liya?” aur kaat di thi. Vaishali ne khaana nahi khaya tha. Woh bedroom mein baithi thi, maroon saree ab bhi usi tarah, pallu god mein, phone haath mein. Ramesh ke jaane ke baad usne darwaza band kiya tha aur tab se nahi khola tha. Sharm ab cheekh nahi thi. Woh andar baith gayi thi, chhati ke neeche, ek aisi jagah jahan se use nikalna mushkil tha.

Usne Arjun ka naam khola. Likha. Mitaaya. Phir likha.

*Please kuch karo. Ab aise nahi hoga. Main roz nahi seh pa rahi. Aap logon ne jo kiya, uska hisaab main de rahi hoon. Kuch rasta nikaalo. Jaldi.*

Usne bhej diya, usse pehle ki woh use dobara padhe. Phone uske god mein gir gaya. Aansu pehle ek aaye, phir bina rukhe. Woh unhe chhupa nahi rahi thi, kyunki chhupane wala koi nahi tha. Uski saans tooti, phir judi, phir tooti. Guilt saaf tha. Kitchen ka kona. Raat ki moan, jo usne khud suni thi apne gale se. Aur uske upar yeh baat, ki yeh sab uske bete aur uske pehle pati ki wajah se uske hisse aaya tha, aur ab woh unhi se madad maang rahi thi.

Phone vaja. Arjun.

*Mat ro, Mummy. Kuch din mein nikal lunga. Kuch bhi karke. Aap bas tik jao. Main dekh raha hoon.*

Vaishali ne message do baar padha. Mummy. Us shabd ne use aur rula diya. Usne jawab mein sirf itna likha, *Jaldi.* Phir phone ulta rakh diya. Woh bathroom gayi, munh dhoya, aankhen laal reh gayi. Concealer se laali nahi gayi. Usne socha ki woh let jaayegi, taaki dopahar nikal jaaye.

Vikram teen baje aa gaya, jaldi, ek file bhool aaya tha. Usne use bedroom mein paya, pallu muh par, saans ab bhi bhari. “Kya hua?”

Vaishali baith gayi. “Kuch nahi. Sar dard.”

Woh bed ke kinare aaya. Usne uska chehra dekha, aankhen, aur file side mein rakh di. “Rona aa raha hai. Kyun?”

“Bas. Aise hi.” Uski awaaz patli thi. Woh use sach nahi bol sakti thi. Woh yeh bhi nahi bol sakti thi ki usne abhi apne bete ko message kiya hai. “Aap kaam kariye. Main theek ho jaungi.”

Vikram ne uske gaal par haath rakha. Angutha uski bachi hui geelapan par ruka. “Royo mat. Main hoon na. Kya chahiye? Mummy se baat karni hai? Ghar jaana hai unke paas, do din?”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. “Nahi. Yahin theek hai.”

“Phir?” Usne use apne seene se laga liya, dheere, jaise woh toot rahi ho aur use pata nahi ho kyun. “Kuch din aur nikal jaayenge, toh aadat ho jaayegi. Naya ghar hai. Naya naam hai. Main tumhe akela nahi chhodunga. Jo bhi ho raha hai, mere rehte hue tumhe nahi sehna padega. Bolo, kya hai.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Uska haath uski peeth par tha, wahi haath jo kal raat nahi ruka tha. Aaj woh use sambhal raha tha. Use lag raha tha woh ek achha pati hai, aur woh ek nai biwi hai jo bina wajah ro rahi hai. Uski chhati uske aansu se geeli ho gayi. Usne use nahi hataya. Hatane ki taakat nahi thi, aur ek hissa yeh bhi chahta tha ki koi use pakde, chahe woh galat aadmi ho.

“Kuch nahi,” usne kaha, uske kurte mein. “Aap file le lijiye. Late ho raha hai.”

Vikram ne uske maathe par kiss kiya. “Shaam ko jaldi aunga. Royoge nahi. Promise.”

“Nahi roungi.”

Woh file le kar chala gaya. Darwaza band hua. Vaishali bed par wapas let gayi. Phone uske bagal mein tha, screen band. Arjun ka message andar tha, *kuch din mein nikal lunga.* Vikram ka kiss ab bhi uske maathe par tha. Dono ek saath the. Ek use bahar nikalne ki baat kar raha tha. Doosra use andar rakhne ki. Aur woh beech mein leti thi, aankhen laal, guilt ab bhi chhati mein, bina yeh jaane ke kaun si baat jhooth niklegi pehle.



Vikram subah ki chai pee kar nikal gaya tha, aur uske jaate hi ghar woh purani khamoshi mein wapas aa gaya tha jise Vaishali pehchaan-ti thi. Bartan dhule hue the. Gas band thi. Usne maroon saree nahi pehni thi. Aaj usne woh neeli wali nikali thi, pallu kas ke, gale par concealer do baar, kyunki kal raat ka nishan ab bhi kinare se dikhta tha agar koi seedha dekhe. Woh jaanti thi Priya seedha dekhti hai.

Darwaza gyaarah baje khatkhataya. Knock nahi thi, woh dheemi thapki jo agle ghar ki aurat karti hai jab use lagta ho ki andar se koi mana nahi karega. Vaishali ne aankh se dekha. Priya thi, baal khule, ek halki si lipstick, haath mein kuch nahi. Usne darwaza khola, kyunki band rakhne ka koi bahaana Vikram ke bina chal nahi sakta tha.

“Didi,” Priya ne kaha, aur andar aa gayi bina poochhe. “Vikram gaye? Main soch rahi thi aap akeli hongi. Kal se aapka chehra theek nahi tha.”

Vaishali ne darwaza band kiya. Lock nahi lagaya. “Aap baitho. Main chai banati hoon.”

“Chai baad mein.” Priya sofa par nahi baithi. Woh kitchen ke darwaze tak aa gayi, jahan Vaishali khadi thi, aur usne uske gale ki taraf ek baar dekha, itna chhota ki koi aur use nazarandaaz kar de. “Aap royi thi kal. Bhaiya yahan se nikle, chehra utra hua. Main landing par thi. Maine poora nahi suna. Itna suna ki aap unse keh rahi thi jaaiye.”

Vaishali ka haath counter par ruk gaya. Sharm pehle aayi, gusse se pehle, garam aur seedhi, gardan tak. “Aap ko wahan nahi khada hona chahiye tha.”

“Agle darwaze ka landing hai, didi. Main apne ghar se bahar nikli thi.” Priya ne ek stool khinchha aur baith gayi, jaise yeh uska kitchen ho. “Aap sharmayi mat. Main kisi ko batane nahi aayi. Main yeh dekhne aayi hoon ki aap theek ho ya nahi. Vikram aap ko roz rakhte hain, yeh toh ab bhaiya bhi jaante hain. Arjun bhi. Aap akeli soch rahi thi shayad sirf deewar jaanti hai. Deewar nahi. Ghar jaanta hai.”

Vaishali ne pallu aur kas liya. Uski aankhen neeche thi. “Aap ko maza aa raha hai.”

“Thoda.” Priya ne yeh jhooth nahi bola. Uske munh par woh chhoti si muskaan thi jo daant tak nahi jaati thi, lekin aankh mein ruk jaati thi. “Mujhe maza isliye aa raha hai kyunki yeh plan aap logon ka tha. Bhaiya ka. Arjun ka. Aap ne haan ki thi. Shaadi ke din main uske saamne honi thi, aap wapas aa jaati. Aap nahi aayi. Aap uske mangalsutra mein ho. Aap uske khaane ki sabzi bana rahi ho. Aur jab bhaiya aap se kehte hain ruk jao, toh aap unhe bhi aap kehti ho. Didi, yeh dekhar mujhe hansi aati hai. Buri hoon main. Aap yeh pehle se jaanti hain.”

Vaishali ne chai ka paani nahi chalaya. Woh stool ke saamne khadi rahi, haath saree ke kinare par, saans dheemi. “Aap kya chahti hain? Main aap ke saamne aur kya kahun? Haan, woh mujhe rakhte hain. Haan, main unhe rok nahi paati. Haan, kal bhaiya ne dekha tha, aur raat ko suna tha. Aap ko yeh sun kar khushi ho rahi hai, toh ho lijiye. Mere paas aap ko dene ke liye aur koi shabd nahi hai.”

Priya thodi der chup rahi. Cooler ki awaaz bahar se aa rahi thi, society ka, kisi aur ka. Phir usne dheere se kaha, “Main Vikram ko nahi bataungi. Abhi nahi. Aap meri didi ho is ghar mein, aur main aap ki nanad hoon us ghar mein. Dono kaam aa jaate hain agar muh band rahe. Ek saal ki baat thi. Paisa aaya hai. Agar paisa wapas nahi jaata, aur mera rishta is bahane se phir se latakta hai, toh mujhe muh kholne ki zaroorat pad sakti hai. Aap yeh samajh lijiye. Dhamki nahi hai. Hisaab hai.”

Vaishali ne upar dekha. Aankhen laal thi, aansu nahi the. “Aap mere bete ko bhi yeh keh chuki hongi.”

“Arjun ko maine kaha ki didi sharmati hain.” Priya ne kandha hilaya. “Woh aur kya sun sakta hai? Woh aap ko nikalne ki baat karta hai, aur usi munh se Vikram ke saamne bhabhi kehta hai. Aap usse message karti hain. Woh kehta hai kuch din. Kuch din mein kya hoga, didi? Vikram aap ko biwi maan chuke hain. Unki mummy aap ko bahu maan chuki hain. Register mein aap ka naam hai. Jo log jaante hain, woh jaante hain. Jo nahi jaante, unke liye aap Meera ho. Aap beech mein khadi hain, pallu kas ke, aur soch rahi hain koi aap ko utha kar le jaayega.”

Vaishali ka munh khula, phir band hua. Uski sharm ab gusse mein mil gayi thi, aur gussa uski awaaz ko upar nahi le ja raha tha. Woh thak gayi thi chillane se. “Aap jaanti hain main kyun khadi hoon. Aap ke bhai ne mujhe becha. Aap ke bhatije ne meri photo chuni. Aap ko rishta chahiye tha, isliye yeh sab shuru hua. Ab aap kitchen mein baith kar mujhe didi kehti ho, aur yeh chahti ho ki main aap ka abhaar maanun kyunki aap ne Vikram ko sach nahi bola.”

“Abhaar mat maaniye.” Priya uthi. Usne Vaishali ka pallu theek kiya, ek nanad ki tarah, ungli uske gale ke concealer par ek second ke liye ruki, phir hatt gayi. “Sirf yaad rakhiye. Main aap ki dushman nahi hoon. Main aap ki behan bani hoon, kyunki aap ne yeh naam le liya. Jab tak main didi kehti hoon, aap ka darwaza band rehta hai. Jis din main kehna band kar doon, Vikram poochenge main kaun hoon aap ki. Us din aap akeli hongi, didi. Bhaiya nahi aayenge. Arjun nahi aayega. Woh dono pehle hi ek baar ruk chuke hain.”

Woh darwaze tak gayi. Vaishali peeche nahi aayi. Priya ne palat kar dekha, ek baar, aur muskaan ab bilkul saaf thi. “Chai reh gayi. Koi baat nahi. Shaam ko Vikram aa jaayenge, aap unke liye bana lijiyega. Unhe aap ka chehra pasand hai jab aap thaki hui hoti ho. Maine terrace se dekha hai.”

Darwaza band hua. Chain bahar dheere se hili, phir chup ho gayi. Vaishali kitchen mein khadi rahi, pallu ab bhi usi jagah, jahan Priya ne use chhoda tha. Use rona nahi aaya. Rona kal nikal chuka tha, phone ke upar, Arjun ke message par. Aaj uske andar sirf yeh baat reh gayi thi ki jo woh chhupa rahi thi, woh chhupa hua nahi tha. Bhaiya jaanta tha. Beta jaanta tha. Nanad jaanti thi, aur use is jaan-ne mein maza aa raha tha. Vikram akela tha jo nahi jaanta tha, aur usi na jaan-ne par uska ghar, uska naam, aur uski raat khadi thi.

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Agli subah Vaishali ne almari se neeli saree nahi nikali. Kal wali ab bhi dho kar rassi par latki thi, aur use khud bhi lag raha tha ki woh rang uske jism se chipak gaya hai, jaise koi use har din usi mein dekhna chahta ho. Usne gehra hara rang wala set nikaala, jo Vikram ne ek hafte pehle kisi dukaan se la kar de diya tha. Blouse sleeveless tha, sweetheart cut, gale ka ghera itna ki mangalsutra beech mein seedha baithta tha. Usne use pehna, hook band kiye, petticoat kasaa, aur saree lapeti. Aaine mein jo aurat dikhi, woh 38 ki lagti thi, lekin uske gaal par kal ki thakaan ab bhi thi, aur aankhon ke neeche halka sa soojan. Usne sindoor ki lakeer seedhi ki, concealer gale par lagaya, aur pallu aise daala ki cleavage chhupe, lekin poori tarah se nahi.

Vikram office se dopahar ko jaldi aa gaya. Usne use kitchen mein dekha, haath mein kadhai, aur seedha kaha, “Yeh rang achha laga. Kal se pehna kar. Arjun ko bula le shaam ko. Ladka akela rehta hai, bhabhi ka khaana kha kar jaayega toh theek rahega.”

Vaishali ne kadhai neeche rakhi. “Aap unhe khud bula lijiye. Main nahi.”

“Tu kyun sharma rahi hai? Woh tera bhanja hai. Mere saamne bhi chup rehta hai, jaise koi kasoor kiya ho.” Vikram ne uski kamar par haath rakh diya, saree ke upar, aur use apni taraf ghumaya. “Main dekhta hoon. Woh tujhe dekhta hai. Nazar churata hai, phir wapas le aata hai. Aise hi hota hai. Ghar mein itni khoobsurat bua ho, ya mami ho, toh ladke ki nazar tikti nahi.”

Vaishali ka pet baith gaya. Usne uska haath hataya nahi, kyunki hatane se baat lambi ho jaati. “Aap aise mat kahiye. Woh sharmaata hai, bas. College ka tension hai.”

“Tension nahi hai.” Vikram hasa, dheere. “Main us umar ka tha toh samajhta hoon. Tu aaine mein khud ko dekhti nahi kya? Itni umar mein bhi tera jism aise bhara hua hai, saree mein teri kamar, tere boobs ka ubhaar. Koi bhi dekh le. Arjun bhi dekh raha hai. Main use bulaunga. Tu chai de dena. Baat main kar lunga.”

Shaam ko Arjun aaya. Hari saree mein Vaishali ne darwaza khola. Usne use “Bhabhi” kaha, awaaz sukhi, aur andar aa gaya. Vikram sofe par baitha tha, kurta khula, aur usne Arjun ko apne paas bithaya. “Aa, bhai. Teri bhabhi ne aaj hari pehni hai. Maine kaha tha is rang mein woh aur nikharti hai. Tu bata, sach hai na?”

Arjun ne ek baar upar dekha. Saree gehra hari thi. Blouse sleeveless. Mangalsutra uske seene par latak raha tha. Usne nazar turant neeche kar li. “Achha lag raha hai.”

“Achha?” Vikram ne Vaishali ko ishara kiya, “Chai le aa.” Phir Arjun ki taraf muda, awaaz aaraam se, jaise koi badi baat nahi kar raha. “Tune kabhi socha hai? Bahut se ladke apni bua ya mami par crush rakhte hain. Khaas kar jab ghar mein koi aisi ho, jaise teri bhabhi. Itni umar, itna shareer, aur phir bhi aisi lagti hai jaise abhi bhi koi use dekh kar ruk jaaye. Tu bhi toh us ghar mein rehta hai. Agle darwaze. Roz dekhta hai. Kabhi nahi socha?”

Arjun ka gala sukh gaya. Usne cup uthaya jo abhi aaya nahi tha, haath khali. “Nahi. Aisa kuch nahi. Woh… bhabhi hain. Bas.”

Vaishali chai le kar aayi. Usne tray table par rakhi. Vikram ne uski kalai pakdi, use apne paas khada rakha, aur Arjun ke saamne uski kamar par haath rakh diya, angutha blouse ke neeche ki skin par. “Dekh. Yeh sharma rahi hai. Tere saamne. Main kehta hoon isme koi burai nahi. Tu jawan hai. Woh khoobsurat hai. Ghar mein rehti hai. Nazar jaayegi hi. Tu use chhupa mat. Main nahi gussa hota.”

Vaishali ne aap nahi kaha. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Uski saans tez thi, lekin usne use chhupaya. Arjun ne chai uthayi. Uski ungliyan cup par kas gayi. “Main late ho raha hoon. Ek assignment hai.”

“Abhi aaya hai.” Vikram ne use rokna nahi chaaha. “Chal, ja. Lekin yaad rakh. Teri bhabhi ko dekhne mein koi gunaah nahi. Bahut log dekhte hain. Main bhi dekhta hoon. Roz.”

Arjun utha. Usne Vaishali ki taraf ek baar dekha, sirf itna ki saree ka rang uski aankh mein atak jaaye, phir darwaza khola aur nikal gaya. Landing par uske kadam tez the. Left wale darwaze ke andar se Priya ki awaaz aayi, koi gaana, aur Arjun seedha apne kamre mein chala gaya.

Vikram ne darwaza band kiya. Woh Vaishali ke peeche aaya, uski kamar pakdi, aur uske kaan ke paas kaha, “Dekha? Ladka bhaag gaya. Sach mein sharmaata hai. Tujhse. Main sochta hoon kabhi use seedha poochun, lekin phir tu gussa ho jaayegi. Rehne de. Mujhe maza aata hai. Itni khoobsurat biwi, aur uska bhanja use dekh kar ghabrata hai. Tu bhi maza le. Aaj yeh hari wali pehni reh. Main raat ko ismein hi tujhe dekhna chahta hoon.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Uske gale par uska haath tha, mangalsutra ke upar. Woh kuch nahi bol paayi. Bolne ka matlab tha sach, aur sach is kamre mein nahi aa sakta tha. Arjun ne use correct nahi kiya tha. Usne “bhabhi” hi kaha tha. Aur Vikram khush tha, jaise usne koi jeet li ho, ek aise ladke ke upar jo uski biwi ko chupke se dekhta hai. Vaishali kitchen ki taraf gayi, hari saree ki pallu sarakti hui, aur usne socha ki kal woh koi aur rang nikaalegi, taaki kam se kam kapda toh badalta rahe, jab baaki sab wahi ka wahi hai.


Raat ko aath baje Vikram ne almari se ek packet nikala jo usne do din pehle chhupa kar rakha tha. Usne use bed par rakh diya aur kaha, “Aaj yeh pehnen. Bahar chalna hai.”

Vaishali ne packet khola. Andar ek kaali saree thi, patli, silk ki, jismein zari sirf kinare par thi. Blouse saath mein tha, sleeveless, gale ka ghera itna gehra ki use dekhte hi uska gala sukh gaya. Piche se almost poori peeth khuli thi, sirf do patli doriyan. “Yeh main nahi pehen sakti,” usne kaha. “Bahut khula hai. Main aise kahin nahi ja sakti. Log dekhenge.”

“Log dekhenge toh theek hai.” Vikram ne packet uske haath se liya aur blouse uske seene ke saamne rakha. “Meri biwi hai tu. Main tujhe chhupa ke nahi ghumata. Pehen. Aaj koi ghar ka khaana nahi. Main tujhe ek jagah le ja raha hoon jahan tu pehle nahi gayi hogi.”

Usne bathroom mein ja kar pehna. Blouse ke hook band karte waqt uske haath kaanpe. Kapda uske boobs ko upar uthata tha, beech ki lakeer gehra, aur peeth par hawa lag rahi thi. Saree usne lapeti, pallu aise daala ki jitna ho sake chhupa le, lekin chhupa nahi. Aaine mein woh khadi thi, 38 saal ki aurat ek aise kapde mein jo usne kabhi nahi pehna tha. Mangalsutra uske seene par latak raha tha, sindoor maang mein. Jab woh bahar aayi, Vikram ne use ek baar upar se neeche tak dekha aur kuch nahi kaha, sirf gaadi ki chaabi uthayi.

Restaurant woh tha jahan Vaishali pehle kabhi nahi gayi thi. Andar light dheemi thi, table door-door, aur waiter ne unhe ek kone ki table di. Vikram ne uske liye wine order ki. Usne pehle mana kiya, phir ek chhoti si sip li, kyunki mana karne se baat lambi ho rahi thi. Khaana aaya. Woh dheere kha rahi thi, pallu baar-baar sarak raha tha, aur woh use theek karti ja rahi thi.

“Aaj tu bahut achhi lag rahi hai,” Vikram ne kaha. “Is saree mein teri kamar, tere boobs. Main soch raha tha ki tujhe aise le kar aaun. Ghar mein toh tu sharma jaati hai. Yahan bhi sharma rahi hai. Meera, tu hamesha aise hi rehti hai kya? Itni khoobsurat biwi, aur itni darr.”

Vaishali ne nazar plate par rakhi. “Main aisi jagah nahi aati. Aap jaante hain.”

“Ab aayegi.” Usne table ke neeche apna pair uske pair se lagaya. “Tere bhanje ko bhi aaj dikhana chahiye tha. Woh tujhe dekh kar bhaag jaata hai. Shayad yahan dekh leta toh aur bhaagta. Tu use darrati hai, ya woh tujhse darta hai?”

“Aap aise mat boliye.” Uski awaaz dheemi thi. “Woh sharmaata hai. Bas.”

Vikram hasa. “Sharmaata hai. Main bhi sharmaata tha pehle. Ab nahi. Tu bhi seekh jaayegi. Aaj raat main tujhe nachana chahta hoon. Wahan floor hai. Ek gaana. Tu mere saath aayegi.”

“Maine dance nahi kiya. Kabhi nahi.”

“Toh aaj karegi.”




Khaana khatam hua. Usne uska haath pakda aur use floor ki taraf le gaya. Wahan do-teen jode the, door. Gaana dheema tha, purana, romantic. Vikram ne use apne paas khada kiya, uski kamar par haath rakha, aur dheere-dheere hilne laga. Vaishali ne apne haath uske kandhon par rakhe. Uska chehra uske chehre ke bahut paas tha. Pallu sarak gaya. Usne use pakda. “Koi dekh lega,” usne kaha, saans tez. “Aap chhodiye. Main ghar chalna chahti hoon.”


“Kya farak padta hai?” Vikram ne uski kamar aur kas li. “Tu meri ho. Meri biwi hai. Jo dekhna chahe dekh le.”

Usne jhuk kar uske honthon par kiss ki. Pehle dheere, phir gehra. Usne uska neecha honth apne honthon mein liya, chusa, aur jeebh uske muh mein daal di. Vaishali ka jism sakht ho gaya. Usne use dhakelna chaaha, lekin uske haath uski peeth par the, khuli hui, aur woh nahi dhakel paayi. Jeebh uski jeebh se mili. Ek pal ke liye uska dimaag khali ho gaya. Floor par gaana chal raha tha, aur uske munh mein uska swaad tha. Jab usne kiss toda, tab Vaishali ki saans phati hui thi. Uski aankhen badi thi. “Bas,” usne kaha. “Main ghar jaana chahti hoon. Abhi.”

Vikram ne use dekha. Uske honth geele the, aankhen laal. “Theek hai. Chalte hain.”

Gaadi mein woh khidki ki taraf baithi. Kaali saree uske jism se chipki hui thi. Vikram ne kuch nahi kaha. Gaadi society ki taraf nahi gayi. Woh ek sunsaan sadak par le gaya, jahan light kam thi, aur ek kone mein gaadi rok di. Engine band kiya. Andar sirf unki saans ki awaaz thi.

“Yahan kyun roka?” Vaishali ne poocha. Uski awaaz patli thi.

“Thodi der.” Vikram uski taraf muda. Usne uska pallu side kiya, uske gale par haath rakha, mangalsutra ke upar. “Tu sharma rahi thi andar. Yahan koi nahi hai. Main tujhe dekhna chahta hoon. Is saree mein. Abhi.”

Vaishali ne bahar dekha. Sadak khali thi. Gaadi ke sheeshe band the. Uske dil ki dhadkan tez thi. Woh ghar jaana chahti thi, aur uske jism ne abhi us kiss ko bhoola nahi tha. Vikram ka haath uski gardan se neeche aaya, blouse ke upar, uske boob par ruka. Usne aankhen band kar li. “Aap… dheere. Main—”

“Main hoon na.” Usne use apni taraf khinchha. Kaali saree andhere mein chamak rahi thi. Gaadi ke bahar koi nahi tha. Andar, uski biwi thi, jo abhi dance floor par uske munh se hatna chahti thi, aur ab uske haath ke neeche dheere-dheere saans le rahi thi.




Gaadi ke andar andhera tha, sirf bahar ki ek door ki light se sheeshe par halki si chamak aa rahi thi. Vikram ne uska pallu aur neeche sarka diya, itna ki uska gale aur seene ka upri hissa khul gaya. Kaali saree uske kandhe se sarak kar uski god mein gir gayi. Usne uski gardan pakdi, dheere, aur apna munh uske honthon par rakh diya. Is baar kiss pehle se gehra tha. Usne uska neecha honth apne daanton ke beech liya, chusa, phir jeebh uske muh ke andar daal di aur use chaata. Vaishali ki saans uske muh mein ghul gayi. Uski hatheliyan uske seene par thi, dhakelne ke liye, lekin dhakka kamzor tha.

“Aap ruk jaiye,” usne kiss ke beech kaha, awaaz tooti hui. “Yahan nahi. Ghar chaliye. Koi dekh lega.”

Vikram ne kiss nahi toda. Usne uske honthon ko aur chusa, jeebh uski jeebh se lapeti, aur ek haath se uske boob ko blouse ke upar se daba diya. “Koi nahi dekhega. Tu chup reh.” Uski ungliyan uske boob ko nichod rahi thi, nipple ko kapde ke neeche se dhoondh rahi thi. Vaishali ke gale se ek dabi hui moan nikal gayi, “Uff… ahhh… ruk jaiye na…” Usne apna sir peeche kiya, lekin uska jism uske haath ke neeche dheela pad raha tha. Pallu ab poora uski god mein tha. Blouse ka gala neeche sarak chuka tha, mangalsutra uske seene par latak raha tha.

Vikram ne uske dono boobs ko hatheliyon mein uthaya, unhe ek saath dabaaya, aur uske kaan ke paas kaha, “Itne bhaare hain. Is saree mein aur bhi. Tu sharma rahi hai, lekin tera jism nahi.” Usne ek baar aur uske honthon ko chusa, gehra, taaki woh jawab na de sake. Vaishali ki saans tez ho gayi. Uski moan ab chhoti-chhoti nikal rahi thi, har dabaav par ek “ahhh,” jo woh chhupana chahti thi aur nahi chhupa pa rahi thi.

“Piche wali seat pe baith ja,” Vikram ne kaha, kiss tod kar.

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. “Nahi. Ghar chaliye. Yahan nahi. Main… main nahi kar sakti.”

Usne uski gardan pakdi, is baar kas ke, aur use sheeshe ki taraf dhakel diya. Uske peeche khidki thi. Usne jhuk kar uske neeche wale honth ko daanton se pakda aur kaata, itna ki Vaishali ki aankhen khul gayi. Dard tez nahi tha, lekin sakht tha. Uske honth par ek nishan ban gaya. Uski saans ruk gayi, phir tez ho gayi. Aankhon mein paani aa gaya, ek boond, jo usne jhapak kar rok liya.

“Chup-chaap piche ja,” usne kaha, awaaz dheemi, lekin saaf.

Vaishali ne use dekha. Uske honth par uske daant ka nishan tha, garam. Woh kuch nahi boli. Woh seedhi hui, pallu uthaya, aur piche wali seat par ja kar baith gayi. Uski taangein kas ke band thi. Kaali saree uske jism se chipki hui thi. Vikram bhi piche aa gaya. Usne darwaza band kiya. Ab jagah kam thi. Usne use turant apni taraf khinchha, uski kamar pakdi, aur phir se uske honthon par apna munh rakh diya.

Is baar kiss lambi thi. Usne uski jeebh ko apne muh mein liya, chusa, chaata, aur uske boobs ko dono haathon se dabaaya, blouse ke upar se. Vaishali ki saans phati hui nikal rahi thi. Woh beech-beech mein munh khol kar hawa le rahi thi, aur har baar Vikram uske honthon ko wapas pakad leta tha. “Ahhh… aap… ruk…” usne kaha, lekin shabd adhoore reh gaye. Uske haath uske kandhon par the, kas ke nahi, sirf tikne ke liye.

Vikram ne uske blouse ke hook dhundhe. Peeche the. Usne ek haath se unhe khole, do baar, teesri baar khul gaye. Blouse dheela ho gaya. Usne use aage se sarka diya. Andar ek kaali bra thi, patli, jo uske boobs ko upar uthaye hue thi. Usne bra ke upar se hi uske cleavage par ungliyan phirayi, dheere, upar se neeche, phir wapas. “Kitni narm hai,” usne kaha. “Tu sochti hai main ghar tak rukunga? Nahi. Yahan hi. Is andhere mein. Teri yeh saree, yeh bra, sab utar jaayega.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Uski saans tez thi. “Aap mat… yahan nahi… please.”

Tabhi sheeshe par ek knock hui. Dheemi, lekin saaf. Vaishali ka jism sakht ho gaya. Usne turant pallu uthaya, seene par daala, aur peeche hatt gayi. Vikram ne ek pal use dekha, phir dheere se uske honthon par ek chhoti si kiss rakhi, jaise koi baat nahi hui ho, aur seedha hokar sheesha neeche kiya.

Bahar ek security officer wala khada tha, torch haath mein. “Kya chal raha hai idhar? Gaadi band karke baithe ho.”

Vikram ne apna wallet nikala. ID card dikhaya. “Family matter hai, sir. Gaadi kharab lag rahi thi, isliye rok li. Main Vikram Deshmukh. Mere papa ka naam aap ne suna hoga, city mein. Uncle bhi department mein hain.” Usne do naam liye, dheere, bina awaaz badhaye. security officer wale ne ID dekhi, Vikram ka chehra dekha, aur torch neeche kar di. “Sorry, sir. Andhere mein laga kuch galat hai. Aap jaaiye.”

Woh chala gaya. Sheesha wapas upar ho gaya. Gaadi ke andar phir se khamoshi. Vaishali pallu kas ke pakde hue thi, saans ab bhi tez. Vikram uski taraf muda. “Tu kya chhupa rahi hai?”

“Bahut ho gaya,” usne kaha. Uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi. “Ghar chaliye. Wahan jo chaahiye kar lijiyega. Yahan abhi security officer ne dekh liya hai.”

Vikram ne uska pallu phir se side kiya. Blouse khula hua tha. Bra ab bhi uske boobs par thi. Usne bra ka hook bhi khol diya, ek jhatke mein, aur use utaar kar seat par rakh diya. Uske boobs bahar aa gaye, bhaare, garam, nipples sakht. Usne ek ko hatheli mein uthaya, use dabaaya, aur jhuk kar uske nipple ko muh mein le liya. Gehra chusa. Vaishali ki peeth seedhi ho gayi. “Ahhh— aap—”

“Mujhe abhi karna hai,” usne kaha, nipple ko chhod kar doosre par aate hue. “Koi bhi aa jaayega. Aaj tu yahin chudegi.” Usne use seat par peeche dhakela, taaki woh let jaaye, aur uske dono boobs ko baari-baari se chusa. Ek ko muh mein lekar chusa, doosre ko haath se nichoda. Phir badla. Vaishali ki aankhon se ek-do aansu nikal aaye, dheere, uske gaal se hotе hue uske kaan tak. Woh unhe pochh nahi paayi. Uski saans tooti hui thi, moan dabi hui, “Uff… ahhh… ruk jaiye… please…” lekin uske haath uske baalon mein the, aur woh use dhakel nahi rahi thi.

Vikram ne uske ek boob ko poora muh mein lene ki koshish ki, jitna aa sake, aur jo bahar raha use ungliyon se dabaaya. Doosre nipple ko daant se halka sa pakda. Vaishali ki kamar seat se ubhar gayi. Kaali saree uske pet par bikhar gayi thi. Mangalsutra uske boobs ke beech latak raha tha, uske har chusai par hil raha tha. Bahar sadak ab bhi khali thi. Andar, uski biwi leti thi, aankhen band, honth par uske daant ka nishan, aur uske munh mein uske boobs, jabki usne abhi kuch der pehle ghar jaane ko kaha tha. Vikram ne upar uth kar uske honthon par ek aur gehra kiss kiya, uske aansu ka swaad liya, aur kaha, “Chup reh. Abhi khatam nahi hua.”



Vikram ne uske boobs chhod kar neeche haath le gaya. Saree ka pallu pehle se hi bikhra hua tha. Usne petticoat ka naada dheela kiya, panty ko side sarka diya, aur apni ungli uski chut par rakh di. Woh geeli thi. Bahut geeli. Usne ek ungli dheere se andar ki, phir doosri, aur unhe andar-bahar karne laga. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Uski saans tez ho gayi. “Ahhh… aap… wahan…”

Vikram hasa. Halki, dheemi hasi. “Itni geeli. Bahar dance floor par kiss se, ya isse?” Usne ungliyon ko modda, uski upar wali deewar par dabaaya, aur anguthe se uski clit ko ghumaya. Vaishali ki jaanghein kaanp gayi. Woh unhe band karna chahti thi, lekin uski ungliyan andar thi, aur har baar woh andar jaati thi toh ek geeli awaaz nikalti thi. “Uff… dheere… main…” Usne apna sir seat par peeche dhakel diya. Uski moan ab chhoti nahi thi. Har ungli ke andar jaane par ek “ahhh” nikal rahi thi, jo woh apne honth kaat kar adhoori chhod deti thi. Vikram ne teesri ungli nahi daali. Do hi kaafi thi. Usne unhe tez kiya, gehra, taaki woh uski hatheli par aur geeli ho jaaye. Vaishali ki peeth seat se ubhar gayi. Ek lambi siski uske gale se nikal gayi, “Ahhh—”, aur uski chut ne uski ungliyon ko kas liya. Ras uski hatheli par bah gaya. Vikram ne ungliyan bahar nikaali, unhe dekha, aur phir se hasa.

Usne apna pajama neeche kiya. Lund bahar aaya, sakht, mota, naso se bhara hua. Vaishali ne aankhen kholi, use dekha, aur apni taangein band kar li. “Nahi. Ab nahi. Ghar—”

Vikram ne uski jaangh par ek thappad maara. Sakht nahi, lekin saaf. “Tujhe samajh nahi aata kya? Khul.”

Vaishali ka jism jhatka kha gaya. Ramesh ne kabhi aisa nahi kiya tha. Kabhi thappad nahi, kabhi gaadi mein nahi, kabhi aise nahi. Yeh sab alag tha. Uske purane pati ne use kabhi is tarah nahi khola tha. Usne dheere se apni taangein kholi. Vikram uske upar aaya, seat par jagah kam thi, lekin usne apna lund uski chut par set kiya aur ek hi dhakke mein andar kar diya. Poora. Gehra.

Vaishali ka munh khul gaya. Pehli moan tez thi, bina rok ke. “Ahhh—” Lund andar tak gaya, supada uski deewar se takra gaya. Uski aankhen band ho gayi. Vikram ne ek pal ruka, phir doosra dhakka maara. “Ahhh… dheere…” Uski chut geeli thi, isliye lund aasaan andar gaya, lekin mota tha, aur har dhakka uske pet tak mehsoos ho raha tha. Gaadi ke andar geeli awaaz hone lagi, phachak, phachak, har baar jab woh bahar aata aur phir andar jaata. Vikram ne dheere shuru kiya, lekin jaldi uski saans tez ho gayi. Woh garam ho gaya. Dhakke tez ho gaye. Thap. Thap. Thap. Seat hilne lagi. Vaishali ne seat ka cover pakad liya, dono haathon se, taaki woh peeche na sarak jaaye. Uski moan ab har dhakke par aa rahi thi. “Ahhh… ohhh… ahhh… aap… bahut tez…”

Vikram ne uski ek taang uthayi, use aur khola, aur neeche se gehre dhakke maarne laga. Lund uski chut se geela ho kar bahar aata, chamakta, aur phir andar dhas jaata. Vaishali ki boobs har dhakke par hil rahe the. Mangalsutra uske seene par baar-baar hit kar raha tha. Uski aankhon se aansu nikal chuke the, lekin ab woh rona nahi rahi thi. Woh moan kar rahi thi, seat pakde hue, aur uska jism uske dhakkon ka saath de raha tha, chahe woh chahe ya na chahe. “Ahhh… haaye… ruk… nahi… ahhh…” Vikram ne uske honthon par haath rakh diya, ek pal, phir hata diya, kyunki use uski awaaz sunni thi. Woh tez hota gaya. Gaadi dheemi dheemi hil rahi thi. Bahar koi nahi tha. Andar sirf unki saans, uski moan, aur lund ki geeli awaaz thi jo uski chut ke andar baar-baar ja raha tha.

Woh aise hi chalta raha. Ek minute. Do. Vaishali ki jaanghein kaanp rahi thi. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, geeli marod ke saath. Vikram ne aakhri kuch dhakke aur tez maare, phir ruk gaya. Usne lund bahar nikala. Vaishali ki saans phati hui thi. Woh seedhi hone lagi, lekin Vikram ne darwaza khol diya.

“Bahar nikal.”

“Nahi. Aise nahi.” Usne pallu uthaya. “Main… main nahi ja sakti aise.”

Usne uski jaangh par ek aur thappad maara, pehle se thoda sakht. “Nikal.”

Vaishali bahar aayi. Uski taangein kaanp rahi thi. Kaali saree uske pet par latki hui thi, blouse khula, bra seat par. Vikram ne use gaadi ke darwaze ke paas le gaya, use aage jhukaya, taaki uske haath khidki par aa jaayen. Woh jhuki. Uski peeth seedhi thi, saree upar, chut bahar. Usne khidki ka kinara pakad liya. Andar ki taraf uski nazar thi, seat par bikhri hui bra, aur bahar andhera. Vikram uske peeche khada ho gaya. Usne apna lund phir se uski chut par set kiya aur ek hi dhakke mein andar kar diya.

Vaishali ki moan is baar aur tez thi. “Ahhh—” Yeh angle gehra tha. Lund uske pet tak ja raha tha. Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi, dono haathon se, aur tez dhakke maarne laga. Thap. Thap. Thap. Uski jaanghein uski gaand se takra rahi thi. Geeli awaaz ab aur saaf thi. Vaishali ne khidki ko kas ke pakda. Uski ungliyan safed ho gayi. Har dhakka uske jism ko aage dhakel raha tha, aur woh khidki se lag kar ruk rahi thi. “Ahhh… ohhh… ahhh… bahut gehra… aap…” Uski moan ab bina rukे aa rahi thi. Vikram ne ek haath se uske baal pakde, use thoda peeche khinchha, aur neeche se aur tez kiya. Lund uski chut se nikal kar phir andar ja raha tha, geela, garam, mota. Vaishali ki aankhen band thi. Uski saans tooti hui thi. Woh khidki pakde hue jhuki rahi, aur Vikram uske peeche khada hokar use chodta raha, jab tak uski moan sirf ek lambi, kaanpti hui awaaz mein na badal gayi.

Vikram ne uski kamar aur kas ke pakdi. Khidki par Vaishali ke haath pehle se hi safed ho chuke the, ungliyan kinare se chipki hui. Usne pehla dhakka maara toh uska jism aage sarak gaya, seena gaadi ke sheeshe se lag gaya, aur uske gale se ek tez moan nikal gayi. “Ahhh—” Lund is angle mein seedha uski chut ki aakhri deewar tak ja raha tha. Supada har baar wahan takrata, phir bahar aata, geeli awaaz ke saath, aur phir se andar dhas jaata.


Usne dheere nahi kiya. Thap. Thap. Thap. Uski jaanghein uski gaand se baar-baar takra rahi thi. Kaali saree uske pet par latki hui thi, pallu ek taraf, blouse khula, boobs har dhakke par aage-peeche hil rahe the. Mangalsutra uske seene se latak kar sheeshe ko chhu raha tha. Vaishali ne khidki ko dono haathon se pakda, taaki woh aur aage na jaaye. Uski saans tooti hui nikal rahi thi. “Ahhh… ohhh… ahhh… bahut tez… aap ruk jaiye…”

Vikram ne uske baal pakde, ek mutthi mein, aur use thoda peeche khinchha. Uski peeth aur seedhi ho gayi. Lund aur gehra chala gaya. Usne neeche se chhote, tez dhakke maarne laga, bina ruke. Geeli phachak ki awaaz gaadi ke bahar andhere mein saaf sunai de rahi thi. Vaishali ki chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, har baar kas ke, phir chhod ke. Ras uski jaanghon se beh kar uske pairon tak aa raha tha. Uski moan ab ek rhythm mein thi, har dhakke par ek “ahhh,” kabhi “uff,” kabhi sirf ek toota hua swar jo uske gale se nikal kar sheeshe se takra raha tha.



Usne uski ek kalai chhodi aur uske ek boob ko neeche se pakda, use nichoda, nipple ko ungliyon mein liya. Vaishali ki peeth kaanp gayi. “Ahhh— wahan bhi—” Vikram ne dhakke nahi roke. Woh aur tez hota gaya. Gaadi dheemi dheemi hil rahi thi. Vaishali ki aankhen band thi, honth khule, saans phati hui. Woh khidki se lagi hui jhuki rahi, aur uske peeche Vikram khada hokar use chodta raha, lund baar-baar uski geeli chut ke andar tak jaata hua, jab tak uski moan ek lambi, kaanpti hui cheekh mein na badal gayi aur uska jism uske haathon mein dheela pad gaya.

Dono poori tarah nange the. Kaali saree gaadi ke seat par padi thi, blouse aur bra uske paas, petticoat aur panty Vikram ke pairon ke paas. Raat ki hawa Vaishali ke nange jism par lag rahi thi. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, jaanghon se ras beh raha tha, aur uske boobs har saans ke saath hil rahe the. Use sharm aa rahi thi. Bahar sadak khali thi, lekin koi bhi aa sakta tha. security officer ek baar aa chuka tha. Phir bhi uska jism garam tha. Khule mein, gaadi ke darwaze se lagi hokar, uske dhakkon ne use andar se garam kar diya tha. Woh yeh nahi chahti thi, lekin uski saans tez thi aur uski chut ab bhi uske lund ko yaad kar rahi thi.


Vikram uske peeche khada tha. Usne ek cigarette nikali, jalaayi, aur ek kash liya. Dhua uske munh se nikal kar Vaishali ki peeth par gaya. Woh ab bhi uske andar tha, dheere-dheere dhakka maar raha tha, cigarette haath mein. “Maza aa raha hai,” usne kaha, awaaz aaraam se. “Teri chut kitni garam hai. Bahar khade hokar.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. “Aap… koi dekh lega. Bas kijiye.”

Usne use ghumaya. Ab woh uske saamne thi, peeth gaadi se lagi hui. Vikram ne cigarette uske honthon ke paas laayi. “Le. Ek kash.” Usne use uske munh mein de di. Vaishali ne turant use nikaalne ki koshish ki, lekin Vikram ne uske honthon par apna munh rakh diya, cigarette ab bhi uske daanton ke beech. Usne kiss kiya, gehra, aur saath hi use kash bhi dilwa diya. Dhua Vaishali ke gale mein chala gaya. Woh kaanp gayi, kiss toda, aur khaansi. Cigarette uske haath se gir kar neeche chali gayi. Uski aankhen paani se bhar gayi. Vikram hasa. “Pehli baar?”

Vaishali ne seena haath se chhupaya. “Ab bas kijiye. Bahut ho gaya. Main ghar jaana chahti hoon.”

Vikram ne apna lund bahar nikala. Woh ab bhi sakht tha, uski chut ke ras se geela. “Abhi bhi mera hua nahi hai. Niche baith. Aur mera lund muh mein le.”

Vaishali ne use dekha. Uski sharm aur badh gayi. Woh khadi thi, nangi, sadak par, aur woh use neeche baithne ko keh raha tha. Usne sir hila diya. “Nahi. Main yeh nahi kar sakti. Yahan nahi.”

“Baith.”

Woh dheere se neeche baith gayi. Gaadi ke darwaze ke paas, pair mod kar. Uska chehra uske lund ke saamne tha. Wohi lund jo abhi uski chut ke andar tha, geela, garam, uski mehek uske paas. Usne aankhen neeche kar li. Vikram ne uska sir pakda, baalon se, aur use aage kiya. “Chus ab.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Uska munh uske supade ke paas tha. Sharm uske poore jism mein thi, lekin uske haath uski jaanghon par the, aur woh peeche nahi hati. Vikram ne uska sir aur thoda aage dhakela. “Muh khol.” Uski awaaz dheemi thi, lekin rukne wali nahi. Vaishali ne dheere se honth khole. Bahar andhera tha, gaadi ke sheeshe par unka aks tha, aur uske munh ke saamne wahi lund tha jo use abhi tak chod raha tha.



Vaishali ne dheere se honth khole. Vikram ka lund uske munh ke bilkul saamne tha, mota, naso se bhara hua, uski chut ke ras se ab bhi geela. Mehek uski thi, garam aur meethi-kadwi, jo use sharminda kar rahi thi. Usne aankhen band kar li. Vikram ne uska sir pakda, baalon ko mutthi mein liya, aur dheere se uske munh ke andar dhakel diya. Supada uske honthon se hote hue jeebh par aa gaya. Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Usne turant peeche hatna chaaha, lekin uska haath uske sir par tha.


“Muh khol ke rakh,” usne kaha. Awaaz dheemi thi, lekin sakht. “Aur chus.”

Vaishali ne apne honth uske lund ke gird kas liye. Pehli baar usne jeebh se use chhua, dheere, upar se neeche. Swad uski chut ka tha, aur uske neeche lund ka. Uski aankhen band rahi. Vikram ne ek saans li, lambi, aur uske sir ko thoda aur aage kiya. Lund uske muh mein aur andar chala gaya, jeebh ke upar se hote hue. Vaishali ke gaal phool gaye. Usne naak se saans li, tez, aur dheere-dheere chusna shuru kiya. Uski jeebh neeche se upar aayi, nas ko chaata, phir supade ke gird ghumi. Ek chhoti si geeli awaaz nikal gayi, uske munh se, jab usne use chusa.

Vikram ne uske baal aur kas ke pakde. “Haan. Aise hi.” Usne dheere-dheere uske sir ko aage-peeche karna shuru kiya. Vaishali ka munh uske lund par chadh raha tha, phir utar raha tha. Har baar jab woh andar jaata, uski jeebh use chaat leti, aur jab bahar aata, uske honth use kas ke chhodte. Uski laar uske lund par lag gayi, chamakne lagi. Vaishali ki aankhon se paani nikal aaya, sharm se, aur us mehnat se jo use karna pad raha tha. Woh neeche baithi thi, nangi, gaadi ke darwaze ke paas, aur uska pati uske munh ko apne lund par chala raha tha.

Usne ek baar aur gehra kiya. Lund uske gale ke paas tak chala gaya. Vaishali ki saans ruk gayi. Usne haath uski jaangh par rakhe, use dhakelne ke liye, lekin Vikram ne uska sir pakde rakha. “Ruk. Thoda aur.” Usne do second ruka, phir bahar nikala. Vaishali ne tez saans li, laar uske honth se neeche giri, uski thodi par. Vikram ne uske gaal ko ek haath se chhua, angutha uske geele honth par phiraya. “Achha kar rahi hai. Apni chut ka swad le rahi hai.”

Vaishali ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski awaaz nahi thi. Usne aankhen neeche kar li aur phir se uske lund ko munh mein liya. Is baar usne khud jeebh chalayi. Supade ko chaata, neeche ki nas ko upar se neeche, phir munh se chusa, dheere, phir tez. Vikram ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne uske sir ko dono haathon se pakda aur ab khud rhythm banayi. Aage. Peeche. Aage. Peeche. Vaishali ka munh uske lund par baar-baar chadh raha tha. Geeli awaaz saaf thi, uske honthon ki, uski jeebh ki. Uski laar ab uske lund ko poora geela kar chuki thi, uski thodi se beh kar uske seene par gir rahi thi.

Vikram garam ho gaya. Uske dhakke tez ho gaye. Lund uske munh ke andar jaata, uske gale ko chhuta, aur bahar aata. Vaishali ki aankhen band thi, aansu uske gaal se beh rahe the. Woh saans naak se le rahi thi, tez, aur har baar jab woh bahar aata toh ek chhoti si siski uske gale se nikal jaati. “Ahh—” dabi hui. Vikram ne uske baal aur kas ke khinche. “Main aa raha hoon. Tu nikaal mat. Muh mein hi.”

Vaishali ne sir hilana chaaha. Nahi. Lekin uska haath uske sir par tha. Usne aakhri do-teen baar gehra kiya, lund uske muh ke andar tak, aur ruk gaya. Uska jism sakht ho gaya. Garam, gaadha virya uske munh mein chhoota, jeebh par, gale ke paas. Vaishali ki aankhen khul gayi. Usne peeche hatna chaaha, lekin Vikram ne uska sir pakde rakha. “Nigal. Poora.”

Usne ek pal ruka. Phir dheere se nigla. Virya uske gale se neeche gaya. Kuch uske honth se bahar nikla, uski thodi par, uske seene par. Vikram ne dheere se lund bahar nikala. Woh ab bhi thoda sakht tha, uske virya aur uski laar se geela. Vaishali ne sar neeche kiya. Uski saans tez thi. Munh mein ab bhi swad tha. Vikram ne uske baal chhode, uske gaal par haath rakha, aur kaha, “Achha kiya. Ab utha. Ghar chalte hain.”

Vaishali ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh dheere se uthi, taangein kaanpti hui. Uska munh geela tha, seena geela, aur uski aankhen neeche. Bahar andhera tha. Gaadi ke sheeshe par uska aks tha, nanga, munh laar aur virya se bhara hua, aur Vikram uske saamne khada, saans tez, khush.



Vikram ne use uthaya. Uski taangein ab bhi kaanp rahi thi. Usne uska chehra apne haathon mein liya, anguthe uske geele honthon par, aur jhuk kar uske munh par kiss ki. Gehra. Usne uski jeebh ko apne munh mein liya, chusa, aur usi swad ko piya jo abhi uske gale se neeche gaya tha. Vaishali ne use dhakela nahi. Uski saans uske munh mein ghul gayi. Jab usne kiss toda, tab uske honth laal the, geele, aur uske gale par naya nishan ban chuka tha.

“Chal,” usne kaha. “Kapde pehen. Ghar chalte hain.”
Andhere mein Vaishali ne kapde uthaye. Saree lapet-te waqt uske haath kaanpe. Pallu theek se nahi baitha. Blouse ke hook ek baar phir se khul gaye, usne do baar band kiye. Bra usne pehni, lekin cup thoda ulat gaya. Baal bikhre hue the, lipstick poori mit chuki thi, honth sooje hue, aur gale aur seene par Vikram ke daanton ke nishan saaf dikh rahe the. Andhere mein bhi pata chal raha tha ki uske saath kuch rough hua hai. Woh chud ke aa rahi thi. Usne aaine mein nahi dekha. Gaadi mein baith gayi, khidki ki taraf, pallu kas ke.
Vikram ne gaadi chalayi. Society ke gate par pahuncha. Usne engine band kiya aur kaha, “Main ek cigarette ka packet le kar aata hoon. Tu upar ja. Darwaza khula hoga.”




Vaishali utri. Uski chappal theek se nahi padi thi. Woh seedhiyon par chadhne lagi, pallu baar-baar sarak raha tha, baal uske chehre par aa rahe the. Landing par Arjun khada tha. Shayad paani lene aaya tha, ya sheeshe se neeche dekh raha tha. Usne use dekha. Hari nahi, kaali saree. Bikhri hui. Baal uljhe. Honth sooje. Gale par nishan. Aankhen laal. Uska chehra safed ho gaya.

“Maa,” usne kaha, dheere. “Aap theek ho na? Yeh halat kaise hui aapki?”
Vaishali ruk gayi. Uski saans tez thi. Uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya, garam, bina awaaz ke. Usne kuch nahi socha. Usne haath uthaya aur uske gaal par ek jor ka thappad maara. Awaaz landing par goonj gayi. Arjun ka sir ek taraf mud gaya. Nishan turant laal ho gaya. Vaishali ki ungliyan kaanp rahi thi. Uski aankhon se aansu gir rahe the, lekin uski awaaz gusse se bhari thi, thaki hui.
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Tum pooch rahe ho?” usne kaha. “Tum. Jo yeh sab shuru kiya. Ab meri halat dekh kar pooch rahe ho main theek hoon?”

Arjun ne apna gaal pakda. Kuch nahi bola. Vaishali ne use aur nahi dekha. Woh baju wale darwaze par gayi, Vikram ke flat ke, aur andar chali gayi. Darwaza band hua. Andar se uski dabi hui siskiyan aayi, ek pal, phir chup.
Arjun landing par khada raha. Uske gaal par thappad ka nishan garam tha. Usne neeche dekha. Kaali saree ki ek dor uske pairon ke paas giri thi, jo Vaishali ke sarakne se nikal aayi thi. Usne use uthaya nahi. Woh dheere se apne darwaze ki taraf gaya, andar aaya, aur sofe par baith gaya. Gaal dard kar raha tha. Uske kaan mein ab bhi uski awaaz thi, gusse wali, thaki hui. Usne socha, isne yeh kya kar diya. Usne nahi. Usne khud. Aur ab uski maa upar kamre mein ro rahi thi, kaali saree mein, gale par nishan ke saath, aur woh neeche baitha tha, thappad ka nishan le kar, bina yeh jaane ke ki ab kya karega.

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Vaishali ki aankh subah paanch baje khuli. Kamra abhi andhera tha. Vikram uske bagal mein soya hua tha, ek haath uski kamar par, saans seedhi. Uske jism par kal raat ab bhi thi. Gale par daant ka nishan garam lag raha tha. Honth sooje hue the. Munh mein ab bhi ek halka sa swad tha jo usne nigla tha. Usne dheere se uska haath hataya aur uthi. Bathroom gayi, darwaza band kiya, aur light jalaayi.

Aaine mein jo aurat dikhi, use usne pehle nahi dekha tha. Baal bikhre, lipstick miti hui, honth laal aur sooje, gale aur seene par do-teen nishan jo concealer se poori tarah nahi chhupne wale the. Usne ungli se ek nishan chhua. Dard nahi tha, lekin yaad thi. Usne paani se munh dhoya, baal bandhe, aur ek purani cream rang ki saree nikaali. Blouse full-sleeve tha, gale ka ghera band. Usne use pehna, hook band kiye, petticoat kasaa, aur saree lapeti. Aaine mein ab woh seedhi lag rahi thi. Andar se nahi.

Jab woh bahar aayi, Vikram jaag chuka tha. Woh bed par baitha tha, kurta pehne, aur usne use dekha. “Soya theek? Kal raat lambi thi.”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. “Haan.”

“Cigarette ka packet le aaya tha. Table par hai.” Usne koi aur baat nahi ki. Landing ka zikr nahi, thappad ka nahi, kaali saree ka nahi. Woh utha, bathroom ki taraf gaya, aur darwaze par ruk kar kaha, “Tu bhi aa. Paani garam kar diya hai.”

Vaishali ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh jaanti thi mana karne se baat lambi hogi, aur woh jo chahega karega. Usne cream saree utaari, blouse khola, aur nangi hokar bathroom mein gayi. Vikram pehle se shower ke neeche khada tha. Usne use haath pakda aur apni god mein bitha liya, paani dono par gir raha tha. Usne sabun liya, uske kandhon par lagaya, gale par, seene par, nishanon ke upar dheere. Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Uski saans tez thi, lekin usne nahi kaha. Woh jaanti thi yahan nahi ka koi matlab nahi hai.



Vikram ne uske baal geele kiye, unhe peeche kiya, aur uske kaan ke paas kaha, “Kal achha laga. Tu sharma rahi thi, lekin kar liya.” Usne uske boobs par sabun lagaya, dheere, nipple ko ungliyon mein liya. Vaishali ki peeth uske seene se lagi hui thi. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Paani uske jism se beh raha tha, sabun uski chut tak aa gaya, aur Vikram ne wahan bhi haath phiraya, ek baar, jaise dhul raha ho. Phir usne use uthaya, khud nahaaya, aur towel diya.

Bahar aakar Vaishali ne cream saree phir se pehni. Pallu kas ke. Vikram ne chai banayi, use di, aur kaha, “Aaj ghar par hi rehna. Mummy kal aa rahi hain. Do din. Tu unke liye kuch bana dena.”

Vaishali ne cup uthaya. “Theek hai.”




Usne landing ki taraf nahi dekha. Arjun agle flat se bahar nahi aaya. Na subah, na dopahar. Priya ek baar chain hila kar gayi, lekin darwaza nahi khatkhataya. Vaishali kitchen mein rahi. Cream saree uske jism par seedhi thi, full blouse, koi cleavage nahi. Usne sabzi kaati, chawal dhoye, aur beech-beech mein aaine mein apna gale dekha. Nishan ab bhi the. Concealer se chhupe the, lekin use pata tha. Vikram office chala gaya. Usne darwaze par kaha, “Shaam ko jaldi aunga. Mummy ko call kar lena.”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Jab darwaza band hua, tab usne phone uthaya. Arjun ka naam khola. Message likha. Mitaaya. Phir likha. *Kal jo hua, uske baare mein mat poochna.* Usne bhej diya. Jawab nahi aaya. Woh kitchen mein wapas gayi. Cream saree ki pallu uske haath se sarak rahi thi. Usne use theek kiya, aur socha ki kal saas aayegi, aur use phir se seedhi dikhna hoga, jaise kal raat ka kuch bhi uske jism par nahi hai.


Arjun subah aam dino ki tarah jaldi nahi uth saka. Uska jism aur dimaag dono kisi bhari bojh ke neeche dabe hue the. Raat bhar woh theek se so nahi paaya tha—aankh lagte hi wahi manzar, landing par hui beizzati, aur Vikram ka woh bhaari haath uske chehre par yaad aa jaata tha.
Jab woh aakhirkaar bistar se utha aur bathroom ke chhote aaine ke samne khada hua, toh subah ki thandi peeli roshni mein sachai saaf nazar aayi. Uske baayein gaal par chaar ungliyon ke laal nishaan saaf ubhre hue the. Skin halki si phooli hui thi, aur chhoone par ek jalan-bhari kasak uth rahi thi. Arjun ne turant jhijhak kar light band kar di, jaise andhere mein woh sachai chhap sakti ho.
Usne almari se ek dheeli shirt nikaali. Kaanpte haathon se button lagaye, par jaldbazi mein upar-neeche ho gaye. Dobara theek kiya, pallu theek se jhada, aur ek gehri saans lekar hall mein kadam rakha.
Hall ke purane dining table par Ramesh pehle se baitha tha. Samne thandi pad chuki chai ka cup aur haath mein khula hua akhbaar. Jaise hi Arjun aage badha, Ramesh ne akhbaar ke upar se nazar uthayi. Uski thaki hui, bujhi aankhein seedhe Arjun ke baayein gaal par tik gayi. Ek pal ke liye sannata chha gaya. Ramesh ne dhere se akhbaar ko modkar table par rakha aur chai ka cup thoda aage sarka diya.
"Yeh kya hua hai gaal par?" Ramesh ki aawaz mein ek thaka hua, lachaar darr tha.
Arjun ne seedhe uski aankhon mein dekhne se bachaav kiya. Nazar zameen par rakhte hue bola, "Kuch nahi. Raat ko andhere mein seedhiyon par pair phisla tha. Railing aur deewar ke kone se lag gaya."
Ramesh ne use gehri nazron se dekha. Woh apne bete ke jhooth ko pehchaanta tha—pichhle bees saalon se har bahaane ko jaanta tha. Lekin is waqt usme sach sunne ya sach ka saamna karne ki himmat bachi hi nahi thi. Agar sach saamne aata, toh use apni lachari aur bezati ka hisaab dena padta. Usne bas ek thandi saans chhodte hue kaha, "Sarson ka tel ya thodi barf laga le. Soojan badhegi toh society mein log bekar ke sawaal poochenge."
Tabhi kitchen ka parda hata aur Priya bahar aayi, haath mein naashte ki plate liye. Uski teekhi nazron ne ek hi second mein Arjun ke chehre ka kona naap liya. Priya ke honthon par wahi purani, zehreeli aur adhoori muskaan tair gayi—aisi muskaan jo aankhon tak nahi pahunchti thi, sirf taana maarne ke liye aati thi.
"Arre bhaiya, aapka ladka sach mein gir gaya ya kisi ne seedhiyon par achhe se dhakka de diya?" Priya ne plate table par patakte hue aawaz ko halka kheench kar kaha.
"Kaha na bua, pair phisla tha," Arjun ne daant pees kar jawab diya.
Priya ne plate ko ghooma kar rakha aur apne pallu se haath ponchte hue boli, "Achha... phisal gaya. Aur hamari Meera didi upar theek-thaak hain na? Kal raat landing par unki saree badi ajeeb lag rahi thi... poori bikhri hui, dhang se sambhali bhi nahi ja rahi thi. Pata nahi naye shauhar ke sath itna kaun sa drama chal raha hai."
Ramesh ka chehra sakht ho gaya. Usne jaldi se akhbaar phir se khola, chehre ke aage karte hue dabi aawaz mein toka, "Priya, unka flat alag hai, unki zindagi alag hai. Hamein pados ke maamlon mein padne ki zaroorat nahi hai."
Priya ne ek halke se thahake ke sath naak sikodi, "Haan haan, main kahan kuch keh rahi hoon. Padosi hi toh hain ab woh." Woh muskurati hui wapas kitchen ki taraf mud gayi.
Arjun ne table par rakha poha ka ek nivala muh mein daala, lekin gale se neeche utaarna namumkin lag raha tha. Uska gala sookh chuka tha. Usne chupchap jeb se apna phone nikala. Screen on karte hi wahi aakhri message dikha jo subah aaya tha: Kal jo hua, uske baare mein mat poochna.
Arjun ke angoothe screen par kaanpne lage. Usne likha: Maa, main kal raat wahan— Mita diya. Phir likha: Aap theek ho na? Usne kuch zyada toh nahi— Phir se poora mita diya. Aakhri baar likha: Main bilkul theek hoon, aap apna dhyan rakhna. Lekin is baar bhi use send karne ki himmat nahi hui. Usne poora text clear kiya, phone screen ko table par ulta patak diya, aur aadhi chodi hui chai pee kar seedhe apne kamre mein ghus gaya. Darwaza andar se band kar liya.
Dopahar ke qareeb baahar landing se bhaari kadmon ki aahat aayi. Vikram ki aawaz saaf, loud aur poore haq ke sath goonji: "Meera, darwaza kholo, main aa gaya." Kadi khulne aur darwaza band hone ki awaaz aayi. Arjun ne apne kamre mein bistar par baithe-baithe mutthi bheenchi. Pehle ki tarah usne is baar deewar se kaan lagane ki galti nahi ki. Woh bas bed ke kone par baitha raha, gaal ke garam nishaan ko ungliyon se dabata raha.
Shaam hote-hote landing aur deewar ke us paar se phir se aawazein aane lagin. Vikram ki halki, beparwah hasi sunai di, aur uske piche Vaishali ki bilkul dheemi, dabi hui aawaz: "Aap dheere boliye na... kal Mummy ji aa rahi hain, ghar theek se tayaar karna hai."
Yeh aawaz Arjun ke kaanon mein kisi kante ki tarah chubhi. Uski apni maa kisi aur ki marzi par chalne ke liye poori tarah tayaar ho chuki thi. Arjun ghutan se bardasht na kar saka. Usne kamre ka darwaza khola, bina kisi se kuch kahe chappal pehni aur building se neeche utar gaya.
Society ke compound mein shaam ki thandi hawa chal rahi thi. Usne boundary wall ke sath do-teen chakkar lagaye. Mann mein hazaaron sawaal ghoom rahe the—kya woh security officer station chala jaye? Par kis muh se? Fraud toh unhone hi shuru kiya tha. Vikram ne toh sirf paise diye the aur ab apna haq vasool raha tha.
Jab ghanton baad Arjun wapas flat par lauta, toh corridor bilkul shaant tha. Vikram ke flat ke andar se koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi—sirf kitchen ke bartanon ki halki si khanak thi, jo bata rahi thi ki Meera raat ka khana bana rahi hai.
Hall mein Ramesh abhi bhi wahin baitha tha, aankhein band kiye, jaise kisi gusse ya lachari ko daba raha ho. Usne Arjun ke aane par aawaz sunkar pucha, "Kahan chala gaya tha?"
"Bas aise hi... thoda bahar gaya tha."
"Gaal kaisa hai ab?"
"Theek hai ab," Arjun ne ruka-ruka sa jawab diya.
Dono baap-bete ke beech ek lambi, dam-ghotne wali khamoshi fail gayi. Kisi ke paas doosre ke liye koi dilasa nahi tha. Arjun ne socha ki theek is deewar ke doosri taraf, Vaishali ab cream rang ki seedhi saree pehankar, gale ke saare nishaan concealer mein dhoondh-dhoondh kar chhupa chuki hogi. Aur Vikram chain se table par baith kar uske haath ki bani chai pee raha hoga, jaise kal raat unke parivaar par uthaaya gaya hath koi maayne hi na rakhta ho.
Arjun ne apne gaal ko dobara chhua. Thappad ki garmahat abhi bhi wahan maujood thi. Usne apna phone nikaala, screen kholi, aur bina kuch type kiye bas us aakhri message ko ghoorta raha: Kal jo hua, uske baare mein mat poochna.
Bahar corridor mein Priya ki chappalon ki ghaseetne wali aawaz aayi, Vikram ke darwaze ke paas ek pal ke liye ruki, aur bina kuch kahe wapas mud gayi. Arjun ne chupchap aankhein moond li. Gaal par pada woh thappad sirf chamdi par laal nahi tha—uski aatma aur izzat par ek aisa nishaan chhod gaya tha jiska dard gaal ke dard se kahin zyada gehra tha.


Subah theek nau baje flat ki doorbell baji. Ghanti ki aawaz sunte hi Vaishali ke dil ki dhadkan ek pal ke liye tez ho gayi. Usne jaldi se aaine ke samne khade hokar apni cream rang ki saree theek ki, full-sleeve blouse ke hooks check kiye, aur pallu ko kandhe par ache se kaskar baandha taaki gale ke daag poori tarah chhupe rahein. Ek gehri saans lekar usne darwaza khola.
Darwaze par Vikram ki maa khadi thi—haath mein ek chhota sa purana suitcase, safed cotton saree, baalon ka saaf-suthra juda, aur chehre par lambe safar ke baad aane wali halki thakaan. Unki umar Vaishali se mushkil se char ya paanch saal badi hogi, lekin unke aate hi Vaishali ne bina kisi jhijhak ke jhuk kar unke pair chhue.
“Aaiye, Maa. Vikram keh raha tha aap aane wali hain.”
Saas ne foran jhuk kar dono haathon se Vaishali ke kandhe thame aur use upar uthaya. “Arre Meera, itna jhukne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Main saas zaroor hoon, par humari umar mein itna farq nahi hai ki tu itna dare. Seedhi khadi reh.” Unhone Vaishali ke gaal par halke se haath fera, aur unki mamtayi nazar ne ek pal ke liye Vaishali ke chehre ko ghaur se dekha. “Ghar kitna saaf-suthra aur shaant lag raha hai. Vikram phone par kehta tha ki Meera ne poora ghar sambhal liya hai... bilkul sach keh raha tha.”
Tabhi bedroom se Vikram nikla, naye kurte mein, aur aage badhkar maa ke pair chhue. “Maa, train late thi kya? Aap thak gayi hongi. Baithiye sofe par, Meera abhi chai banakar laati hai.”
Vaishali bina der kiye kitchen ki taraf badh gayi. Gas par paani chadhate waqt uske haath halki thartharahat ke sath chal rahe the. Dimag mein wahi baat ghoom rahi thi—jo aurat umar mein uske lagbhag barabar hai, woh use "bahu" keh rahi hai, aur use "Maa" bolna pad raha hai. Ek ajeeb si kashmakash thi, lekin chehre par shanti ka mukhauta lagana zaroori tha. Usne adrak aur elaichi daal kar chai banayi, tray mein do steel ke cup sajaye aur hall mein le aayi.
Saas sofe par baithi thi, suitcase abhi bhi paas mein rakha tha. Cup uthate hi unhone ek ghoont liya aur muskurayi. “Kamaal ki chai banayi hai. Asli ghar ki chai, bina kisi dikhawe ke.”
“Aap safar se aayi hain, pehle aaraam kar lijiye,” Vaishali ne nazrein neeche rakhte hue dheemi aawaz mein kaha. “Main guest room ka bistar theek kar deti hoon.”
“Arre nahi, pehle yahan mere paas baith,” Saas ne sofe par apne bagal mein jagah banate hue uska haath pakad kar bitha liya. “Main tujhe dhang se dekhna chahti thi. Vikram ne bataya tha ki tu bohot suljhi hui aur seedhi hai. Main soch rahi thi ki kahin ladka shuruwat mein tareefein toh nahi kar raha. Par tu sach mein waisi hi hai. Itni umar hone ke baad bhi tere chehre par yeh sharm aur tehzeeb hai. Yeh bohot achhi baat hai. Aaj-kal ki nayi ladkiyon mein kahan aisi tehzeeb hoti hai.”
Vikram samne khada hokar halke se hasa. “Maa, yeh humesha aisi hi sharmati rehti hai. Kuch bhi bolo, pehle nazrein jhuka leti hai.”
Vaishali ne apne saree ke pallu ko ungliyon mein bheenchte hue kaha, “Aap dono aise mat kahiye... main bas apna farz nibha rahi hoon.”
“Farz hi toh sabkuch hota hai,” Saas ne uske haath par thapki di. “Tu Vikram ki biwi hai, is ghar ki bahu hai. Main bohot chain mein hoon. Vikram ne kisi jawan, bachkani ladki ko chun kar koi galati nahi ki. Agar koi bohot chhoti ladki aati, toh roz ke nakhre hote, saas-bahu ke kalesh hote, bartan toot-te, aur mera beta beech mein pis jaata. Tu samajhdar hai, bade-chhote ka lihaaz jaanti hai. Isi wajah se yeh ghar itna sambhla hua lag raha hai.”
Vaishali ka gala sookh gaya. Uski umar ka zikr saas ke muh se itne aam aur taareef bhare lahze mein sun kar uske andar ek ajeeb sa dard ubhra. Usne bas dheere se sir jhuka diya. “Aapki meherbani hai, Maa.”
“Aur ek baat dhyan se sun le,” Saas ne cup table par rakha aur seedhi hokar baithi. “Ab sabkuch settle hai. Vikram ka business chal raha hai, ghar hai, tu hai. Ab mujhe bas ek pota ya poti chahiye. Teri umar ke hisaab se der karna theek nahi hoga. Jitna jaldi khushkhabri degi, utna acha hai. Main hamesha door gaon mein nahi baithi reh sakti, mujhe bache ko khilana hai.”
Vikram ne ek gehri muskaan ke sath Vaishali ki taraf dekha. “Maa, abhi toh shaadi ko thoda hi waqt hua hai. Meera sharma rahi hai, dheere-dheere sab hoga.”
Vaishali ki ungliyan kapkapane lagin. Pota-poti aur family planning ki baat achanak itni khulkar samne aayegi, usne socha na tha. Usne jaldi se baat badalne ke liye cup uthaya. “Maa, aap haath-munh dho lijiye, main dopahar ke khane ki taiyaari karti hoon. Aapko kya pasand hai?”



“Jo tu banaye. Main koi nakhre wali saas nahi hoon,” Saas uthte hue boli. “Lekin jo maine kaha, use bhoolna mat. Nati ki baat yaad rakhna.”
Vaishali kitchen mein aayi aur sabzi kaatne lagi. Haath dheere-dheere chal rahe the. Hall se Vikram aur uski maa ki purani baaton aur hansi ki aawazein aa rahi thin. Vaishali ne socha ki kismat ne kaisa khel khela hai—jo aurat usse chaar saal badi hai, woh use nati ka taqaza kar rahi hai, aur woh bina inkaar kiye ek aagyakari bahu ki tarah sar jhuka kar khadi hai.
Dopahar ko khana laga. Daal, chawal, roti aur sabzi. Saas ne har nivala swad lekar khaya. “Bohot lazeez bana hai Meera. Vikram sach mein lucky hai jo use tere jaisi biwi mili. Main do din yahan aaram se rahungi. Tujhe koi bhi pareshani ho toh bejhijhak bolna. Main saas hoon, par hum umar mein paas hain toh tu mujhe behan ya dost ki tarah bhi samajh sakti hai.”
“Ji Maa, aap jitne din chahein aaram se rahiye,” Vaishali ne plate aage karte hue kaha.
Shaam ko jab Vikram market aur kaam se lauta, toh Saas ne darwaze par hi use tok diya. “Teri biwi ne din bhar ek pal aaram nahi kiya. Chai, paani, khana, sab samay par. Aisi bahu kismat se milti hai, ise sambhal kar rakhna.”
Vikram ne ek lambi, gehre arth wali nazar Vaishali par daali. “Main jaanta hoon Maa, bohot ache se sambhal kar rakh raha hoon.”
Raat ke waqt jab pura flat shaant ho gaya, Saas dusre kamre mein gehri neend so gayi. Vaishali ne kitchen ka aakhri bartan saaf kiya, hall ki lights band keen, aur chupchap bed par aakar baithi.
Usne dheemi, kaanpti aawaz mein Vikram se kaha, “Aapki maa nati ki baat kar rahi thin...”
“Haan, suna maine. Woh chahti hain ki humara apna parivaar aage badhe,” Vikram ne aage badhkar uski kamar par apna bhari haath rakha aur use apne kareeb kheench liya. “Tu jis tarah unke samne sharma rahi thi, bohot pyaari lag rahi thi. Maa khush hain, aur unhe khush rakhna ab teri zimmedari hai.”
Vaishali ne chupchap apni aankhein moond leen. Cream saree abhi bhi uske jism par lipti thi. Deewar ke us paar se, Arjun ke kamre ki taraf se koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi—poora Dadar sannate mein tha. Us flat mein sirf do aawazein thin: ek bagal ke kamre mein soti hui saas ki gehri saans, aur doosra uske bilkul kareeb Vikram ke kadmon aur uske haath ka bhaari haq. Vaishali ne mehsoos kiya ki ab Meera ka roop sirf ek natak nahi raha, woh dhundla hokar uski aadhi haqeeqat banta ja raha tha.



Kamre ki light band thi. Saas agle kamre mein so chuki thi. Unki saans ki dheemi awaaz door se aa rahi thi, ek rhythm mein. Vaishali bed par leti thi, cream saree ab bhi uske jism par, pallu kas ke. Vikram uske bagal mein aaya. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Usne uski saree ka pallu side kiya, petticoat upar uthaya, aur panty neeche sarka di. Vaishali ne uska haath pakda.

“Aap ruk jaiye,” usne dheere se kaha. “Mummy ji sun lengi. Agle kamre mein hain.”

Vikram ne jawab nahi diya. Woh neeche sarak gaya, uski jaanghon ke beech, aur apna munh uski chut par rakh diya. Pehli lick dheemi thi. Usne jeebh se uske honthon ko alag kiya, upar se neeche, ek lambi, naram chaat. Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Usne apna haath uske sir par rakha, use hatane ke liye, lekin hataya nahi. “Aap… dheere. Woh jaag jaayengi.”

Vikram ne hasa, munh uski chut se lagaa hua. Hasi dheemi thi, garam. Usne phir se lick kiya, is baar aur dheere, clit ke gird ghera banate hue. Vaishali ki jaanghein kaanp gayi. Woh unhe band karna chahti thi, lekin uska sir beech mein tha. Uski jeebh naram thi, garam, aur woh use chaat raha tha jaise koi cheez dheere se pee raha ho. “Mmm,” usne kaha, dheere, uski chut ke khilaaf. “Tera swad achha hai. Meetha.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Uski moan nikal gayi, patli, “Ahh… aap mat boliye aise…” Usne pillow pakad liya, use apne munh par rakhna chaaha, lekin rakh nahi paayi. Vikram ne uski clit ko jeebh se dabaaya, dheere, phir chaata, upar se neeche, phir wapas. Har lick par ek geeli awaaz hoti, chhoti si, aur Vaishali ki saans tez hoti jaati. “Uff… ahhh… ruk jaiye… mummy ji—”

“Woh so rahi hain,” Vikram ne kaha, jeebh ab bhi uske upar. “Tu dheere bol. Main sun raha hoon.” Usne do ungliyan uski chut ke andar ki, dheere, aur saath hi clit ko chuste raha. Vaishali ki peeth bed se ubhar gayi. Ek lambi, dabi hui moan uske gale se nikal gayi, “Ahhh—”, jo usne turant apne honth kaat kar rok li. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi, uski jeebh par, uski ungliyon par. Vikram ne use piya, dheere, jaise koi cheez khatam nahi karni ho.

“Kitni geeli hai tu,” usne kaha, awaaz munh ke andar se. “Mummy ji ko pata bhi nahi. Unki bahu yahan leti hai, aur main unka beta unki chut chaaat raha hoon.”

Vaishali ne uske baal pakde. “Aap aise mat kahiye… please… main—” Uski awaaz tooti. Vikram ne ungliyan tez ki, jeebh clit par rakhi, aur chaatna jaari rakha. Vaishali ki jaanghein uske sir ke gird kas gayi. Uski saans ab ruk-ruk kar aa rahi thi. “Ahhh… ohhh… aap… main aa rahi hoon… ruk—”



Woh nahi ruka. Usne aur gehra chusa, ungliyan andar-bahar ki, aur Vaishali ka jism kaanp gaya. Ek lambi, kaanpti hui moan uske gale se nikal gayi, dabi hui, “Ahhh— haaye—” aur uski chut ne uski jeebh aur ungliyon par ras chhod diya. Woh bed par leti rahi, saans tez, aankhen band, pillow ab uske munh par. Vikram ne dheere se lick jaari rakhi, soft, jab tak uski kaanpan ruk nahi gayi. Phir usne upar uth kar uske honthon par ek chhoti si kiss ki, usi swad ke saath.

“Achha laga,” usne kaha, dheere. “Mummy ji nahi jaagi. Tu dheere thi.”

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Agle kamre se ab bhi saas ki saans aa rahi thi, seedhi. Uske gaal garam the. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, uski jeebh ki yaad ke saath. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Vikram uske bagal mein let gaya, haath uski kamar par, aur kamra phir se chup ho gaya.



Vikram ne uske upar uthne se pehle uski panty uthayi. Woh ab bhi geeli thi, uski chut ke ras se. Usne use Vaishali ke honthon par rakha. “Muh mein le. Koi awaaz nahi.”

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Agle kamre se saas ki saans ab bhi aa rahi thi, seedhi, gehri. Usne sir hila diya, dheere. “Aap… main nahi—”

Usne panty ko uske honthon ke beech dhakel diya. Kapda uske munh mein chala gaya, geela, uska apna swad. Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Uski saans naak se tez ho gayi. Vikram ne uski jaanghein kholi, apna lund uski chut par set kiya, aur dheere se andar kiya. Poora nahi. Aadha. Vaishali ki peeth bed se ubhar gayi. Ek dabi hui gasp uske gale se nikal gayi, panty ke peeche se, “Mmm—”

“Aankhen khol,” usne kaha, dheere. “Mujhe dekh.”

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Vikram uske upar tha, uski aankhon mein dekh raha tha. Usne ek aur inch andar kiya. Lund uski geeli chut mein dheere se gaya, supada uski deewar se takra gaya. Vaishali ki aankhen badi ho gayi. Uski saans atak gayi, phir tez ho gayi. Panty uske munh mein thi, isliye moan nahi nikli. Sirf ek lambi, kaanpti hui gasp, “Hhh—” jo uske naak se nikal gayi.

Vikram ne dheere se bahar nikala, phir andar. Soft. Gehra. Har dhakka uske pet tak ja raha tha, lekin tez nahi. Bed nahi hil raha tha. Agle kamre ki deewar ke us paar saas so rahi thi. Vaishali ne uski kalaiyan pakdi. Uski ungliyan kas gayi. Har baar jab lund andar jaata, uski chut use pakad leti, geeli marod ke saath, aur ek chhoti si geeli awaaz hoti, phach, jo sirf un dono ke beech sunai deti. Vaishali ki aankhen uski aankhon mein thi. Paani aa raha tha, sharm se, aur us mehnat se jo use karna pad raha tha awaaz rokne mein.

“Tu kitni garam hai,” Vikram ne kaha, awaaz bilkul dheemi. “Mummy ji so rahi hain. Unki bahu unke bete ke neeche leti hai, panty munh mein, aur chup.” Usne ek aur gehra dhakka maara. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Ek tez gasp uske gale se nikal gayi, “Ahh— mmm—” panty ke andar dabi hui. Uski jaanghein kaanp gayi. Lund uske andar poora tha, garam, mota, aur woh dheere-dheere bahar aa raha tha, phir andar ja raha tha.

Vikram ne uske ek boob ko haath se pakda, blouse ke upar se, nipple ko ungliyon mein liya. Vaishali ki peeth phir se ubhar gayi. Uski saans ab ruk-ruk kar aa rahi thi. Har thrust par ek gasp, chhoti, kaanpti hui, “Hhh… mmm… hhh—” jo woh rok nahi pa rahi thi. Panty uske munh mein geeli ho rahi thi, uski laar se, uski saans se. Uski aankhen Vikram ki aankhon se mil rahi thi, phir band ho jaati thi, phir khul jaati thi. Sharm uske poore jism mein thi. Saas agle kamre mein thi. Aur uska jism uske dheere, gehri dhakkon ka saath de raha tha.

Usne speed thodi badhayi. Ab bhi soft. Lekin gehra. Thrust lamba. Lund bahar aata, tip tak, phir poora andar. Vaishali ki chut har baar use kas ke pakadti, phir chhodti. Geeli awaaz ab thodi saaf thi, lekin bed ab bhi nahi hil raha tha. Vaishali ne uski peeth pakdi. Uski ungliyan uske kurte mein ghus gayi. Ek aur gasp, lambi, “Mmm— ahhh—” panty ke peeche se nikal gayi. Uski aankhon se ek aansu nikal aaya, uske gaal se hotа hua takiya par. Vikram ne use chaata, jeebh se, bina dhakka roke.

“Rona mat,” usne kaha, dheere. “Bas chup reh. Main tujhe dekh raha hoon.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Uski saans ab sirf gasp thi. Har heavy thrust par ek. Lund uske andar jaata, uske pet tak mehsoos hota, aur woh apne munh mein panty daba kar awaaz rok leti. Kabhi-kabhi ek chhoti si siski nikal jaati, “Hhh…”, jo woh turant nigal leti. Vikram uski aankhon mein dekh raha tha. Uski saans bhi tez thi. Woh dheere-dheere tez hota gaya, lekin ab bhi soft. Bed dheemi dheemi hilne laga. Vaishali ki jaanghein uski kamar ke gird kas gayi. Uski chut ab aur geeli thi, lund har baar aasaan andar ja raha tha, aur har baar ek geeli phachak ki awaaz hoti jo unke jism ke beech dabi reh jaati.

Woh aise hi chalta raha. Ek minute. Do. Vaishali ki aankhen band thi, munh mein panty, saans tez, aur har thrust par uska jism ek chhoti si gasp ke saath upar uth raha tha. Vikram ne uske dono haath upar kiye, takiya ke upar, aur unhe pakad liya. Ab woh poori tarah uske neeche thi. Lund gehra ja raha tha. Soft. Silent. Lekin poora. Vaishali ki moan ab sirf uske gale mein thi, dabi hui, aur uski aankhon se aansu dheere-dheere nikal rahe the, jabki saas agle kamre mein ab bhi so rahi thi, bina jaane.


Vikram ne uske haath chhode. Vaishali ne turant apni taangein uski kamar ke gird kas li, pair uski peeth par, aur use aur paas khinch liya. Lund uske andar aur gehra chala gaya. Supada uski aakhri deewar se takra gaya. Vaishali ki aankhen khul gayi. Panty ab bhi uske munh mein thi, lekin ek tez moan nikal gayi, dabi hui, “Mmm— ahhh—”

Vikram ne dheere nahi kiya. Usne uski kamar pakdi aur tez dhakke maarne laga. Heavy. Gehra. Har thrust uske pet tak ja raha tha. Bed ab hilne laga, dheemi dheemi. Vaishali ki taangein uski hips par kas gayi, use aur andar kheench rahi thi. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, geeli, garam, aur har baar jab woh bahar aata toh ek lambi geeli awaaz hoti, phachak, phir andar dhas jaata.

“Ahhh— mmm— ahhh—” Vaishali ki moan ab ruk nahi rahi thi. Panty uske honthon se sarak rahi thi. Usne use munh se nikaal diya, saans lene ke liye, aur turant ek lambi gasp nikal gayi, “Ahhh— aap— bahut gehra—” Vikram ne uske honthon par apna munh rakh diya, kiss kiya, gehra, aur neeche se dhakke jaari rakhe. Uski jeebh uski jeebh se mili. Vaishali ki moan uske munh mein ghul gayi. Uski taangein aur kas gayi. Woh use apne andar aur gehra chahti thi, chahe saas agle kamre mein ho.



Vikram garam ho gaya. Uske dhakke tez ho gaye, heavy, bina ruke. Thap. Thap. Thap. Bed ki awaaz ab saaf thi, lekin dheemi. Vaishali ki boobs har thrust par hil rahe the. Mangalsutra uske seene par baar-baar hit kar raha tha. Uski saans tooti hui thi. “Ahhh… ohhh… ahhh… main— aap andar hi—” Vikram ne uski kamar aur kas ke pakdi, aakhri kuch dhakke aur gehre maare, aur ruk gaya. Uska jism sakht ho gaya. Garam virya uski chut ke andar chhoota, gehra, lambi dhaar mein. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Ek lambi, kaanpti hui moan uske gale se nikal gayi, “Ahhh—”, aur uski taangein uski hips par aur kas gayi, use andar hi rokne ke liye.

Vikram uske upar leta raha, saans tez, lund ab bhi uske andar, dheere-dheere naram hota hua. Usne uske maathe par kiss kiya, phir honthon par. “Andar hi,” usne kaha, dheere. “Poora.”

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Uski saans ab bhi tez thi. Uski chut uske virya se bhari hui thi, garam. Agle kamre se saas ki saans ab bhi aa rahi thi, seedhi. Usne apni taangein dheere se kholi. Vikram uske bagal mein sarak gaya. Usne use apni taraf khinchha, uski kamar par haath rakha, aur kaha, “Mummy ji nahi jaagi. Tu achhi thi.”

Vaishali ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski aankhen band ho gayi. Uska jism ab bhi kaanp raha tha, dheere. Virya uski jaanghon se beh raha tha. Woh uske seene se lagi hui leti rahi, saas ki saans sunti hui, aur sochti rahi ki yeh raat bhi nikal gayi, bina kisi awaaz ke jo agle kamre tak pahunch sake.


Arjun poori raat ek pal ke liye bhi nahi so saka. Uske baayein gaal par laga thappad ka nishaan ab halka pad chuka tha, lekin us beizzati aur lachari ki jalan uske seene mein abhi bhi aag ki tarah sulag rahi thi. Subah ke lagbhag saat baje, jab Priya kitchen mein chhan-chhan karte hue nashta banane mein lagi thi, Arjun ne dabe paon hall mein aakar Ramesh ko aawaz di.
"Papa, humein ek aur lawyer ke paas chalna chahiye. Puraane wale ne bina poori baat sune hi keh diya tha ki case nahi banega. Dadar station ke paas ek civil lawyer ka office hai, shayad koi doosra rasta nikal aaye."
Ramesh ne chai ka cup kaanpte haathon se table par rakha. Uski aankhon mein bepanah thakan aur ek gehri haar thi. "Arjun, baat ko samajhne ki koshish kar. Pehle wale ne bhi toh yahi samjhaya tha na? Marriage register mein uske sign hain. Token ka saara paisa humne apne haath se liya tha. Agar hum court ki dehleez tak bhi gaye, toh kanoon unhe baad mein pakdega, pehle hum dono par hathkadi lagegi."
"Phir bhi, Papa!" Arjun ki aawaz dabi hui thi, lekin usme ek aakhri aashaa ki zidd thi. "Hum unhe saari sachai khulkar nahi batayenge. Hum sirf itna kahenge ki meri bua ka rishta tay hua tha, aur shaadi ke aakhri din dhokhe se meri maa wahan phans gayi. Hum yeh sabit karne ki koshish karenge ki register par jo sign hue woh zabardasti karwaye gaye the. Bas kisi tarah unhe wahan se alag karna hai... bina yeh khulasa kiye ki aapas mein hamara kya plan tha."
Ramesh ne der tak apne jawan bete ke murjhaye hue chehre ko dekha. Ek gehri, thandi saans chhodte hue usne sir hilaya. "Theek hai, chalte hain. Lekin khuda ke vaaste yeh baat Vaishali ko mat batana. Woh us flat mein pehle hi pal-pal toot rahi hai. Agar use pata chala ki humne phir se koi haath-pair maara aur woh bhi nakaam ho gaya, toh uske bache-khuche hausle ki aakhri dor bhi toot jayegi."
Dopahar ke lagbhag do baje dono Dadar ke ek purane commercial complex ke chhote se office mein pahunche. Kamre mein dhoop-dhool se bhari moti files ke dher lage the, aur table ke piche safed baalon wale ek buzug lawyer chashma theek karte hue baithe the. Arjun ne chair par baithte hi ruk-ruk kar baat shuru ki.
"Sir, humari ek bohot badi pareshaani hai. Meri bua ka rishta tay hua tha, aur shart ke mutabiq unki jagah meri... meri ek rishtedaar ko aage kiya gaya tha. Par baat aisi phans gayi ki shaadi wale din register mein unka naam chadh gaya. Ab woh ladka unhe wahan se aane nahi de raha aur woh unhi ke sath reh rahi hain. Hum bas unhe kanooni taur par wahan se baahar nikaalna chahte hain."
Vakeel ne Arjun ke chehre ke badalte rang aur Ramesh ke jhuke hue kandhon ko dhyan se dekha. Usne samne khuli file ko band kiya aur pen ko table par patak diya.
"Beta, kanoon itna aasan nahi hota. Marriage register court ka official record hota hai. Agar do baaligh logon ne us par khud sign kiye hain, toh us rishte ko zabardasti nahi toda ja sakta. Sach sach batao, tum logon ne us ladke se ya uske parivaar se koi mota paisa liya tha?"
Ramesh ne sharm se apni nazrein zameen par tika leen. "Haan vakeel sahab... shagun aur bharpai ke naam par paisa transfer hua tha."
"Toh phir pehle wahi baat samne aayegi," vakeel ne sakht aawaz mein kaha. "Agar tum kanoon ke paas jaoge, toh Vikram ka parivaar palat kar tum par Section 420 aur criminal cheating ka case thonk dega. Woh saaf kahenge ki tum logon ne pehle paisa liya aur ab mukar rahe ho. Aur agar baat thodi bhi aage badhi aur court mein yeh saaf hua ki aurat ka tumhare sath kya rishta hai, toh samaj aur security officer dono tumhare khilaaf khade honge. Khoon ka rishta chhupana namumkin hai, beta."
Arjun ka gala sookh gaya. "Par sir... agar hum unka saara paisa byaaj ke sath wapas lautane ko taiyaar hon toh? Kya koi aapsi agreement nahi ho sakta jisse woh alag ho jayein?"
"Paisa wapas karne se register ki seal nahi mit-ti," vakeel ne safai se jawab diya. "Main yeh case nahi le sakta, kyunki iska ant sirf tumhare parivaar ke jail jaane par hoga. Meri maano toh jo jaisa chal raha hai, use waisa hi rehne do. Aurat ab doosre ke ghar ki bahu ban chuki hai, faisla use khud karne do."
Office se bahar aate hi Dadar ki dhoop dono ke sar par aag ki tarah lagi. Ramesh ne aage chalte hue dabi aawaz mein bas itna kaha, "Maine subah hi kaha tha na tujhse, Arjun..."
Arjun ke paas kehne ke liye koi lafz nahi bache the. Auto mein wapas aate waqt dono ke beech bas ek bhari sannata tha. Flat par pahunchte hi Arjun ne kisi se baat nahi ki aur seedhe apne kamre mein jaakar darwaza andar se band kar liya. Usne jeb se phone nikala aur wahi purana chat khola: Kal jo hua, uske baare mein mat poochna.
Usne kaanpte angoothon se type kiya: Maa, main aaj phir ek kanooni rasta dhoondhne gaya tha, par sab bekaar nikla... hum haar gaye hain. Usne screen dekhi, aur foran mita diya. Phir type kiya: Maa, aap wahan kaisa mehsoos kar rahi ho? Use bhi mita diya. Aakhri mein usne phone ko bed par ulta phenk diya aur dono haathon se apna sir pakad liya.
Shaam hote-hote landing se bhaari jooton ki aahat aayi aur Vikram ki buland aawaz goonji: "Meera, darwaza kholo, main aa gaya." Kadi khuli, darwaza band hua. Kuch hi der mein pados ke flat se khilkhilati hui aawazein aane lagin—Vikram ki hansi, aur uski maa ki santusht aawaz.
Arjun ne is baar deewar ki taraf dekha tak nahi. Woh bas chhat ko taakta raha. Gaal ka thappad ab bilkul theek ho chuka tha, par aatma par lagi chot pehle se zyada nasoor ban chuki thi. Kanoon ke saare darwaze hamesha ke liye band ho chuke the. Aur theek upar wale kamre mein Vaishali cream saree pehankar apni saas ke pair daba rahi thi—is baat se poori tarah bekhabar ki neeche uske bete ne use bachaane ki aakhri koshish bhi haar di thi.


Dopahar ke lagbhag do baje Vikram achanak office se jaldi laut aaya. Hall ka darwaza khula toh usne dekha Vaishali wahi roz wali dabi hui cream rang ki cotton saree mein kitchen ke paas khadi thi, pallu ko kandhe par lapete hue. Vikram ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa roab aur confidence tha.
"Meera, kapde badal le. Bahar nikalna hai," Vikram ne car ki chaabi table par ghumate hue kaha. "Agle hafte building society ka saalana function hai. Tujhe naye aur behtar kapde lene hain. Main khud pasand karwaunga."
Vaishali ne jhijhakte hue haath mein pakda bartan platform par rakha. "Mere paas kapde hain... aap faltu ke paise kharch mat kijiye. Jo hai, woh theek hai."
"Paise ki chinta tu mat kar," Vikram do kadam aage badha aur uske naram haath ko apni mazboot ungliyon mein jakad liya. Uski aawaz mein ek mardana haq tha. "Tu ab kisi aam ghar ki aurat nahi hai, Vikram Deshmukh ki biwi hai. Main chahta hoon tu aisi dikhe jise dekh kar log nazar na hata sakein. Jo tu roz pehenti hai, woh purana aur bejaan lagta hai. Aaj main dikhaunga ki tujh par kya jachta hai. Chupchap chal."
Bandra ke ek bade, chamchamate designer boutique ke bahar gaadi ruki. Charo taraf bade-bade aaine, tez warm lights aur mehange kapdon ki khushboo thi. Vaishali apni purani zindagi mein aisi jagahon par kadam rakhne ka soch bhi nahi sakti thi. Dadar ke us purane flat mein ek saree ko dho-dho kar saalon pehna jaata tha. Yahan har ek kapda chamakdaar, aadhunik aur uske jism ko alag dhang se pesh karne ke liye bana tha.
Vikram ne racks par hath pherte hue ek gehre green (bottle-green) rang ki pure silk saree nikaali, jisme golden border tha. Uske sath match karta hua ek blouse tha—sleeveless, jiska gala aage aur peeche dono taraf se kaafi gehra aur bold kata hua tha.
"Yeh le, trial room mein jaakar pehen ise," Vikram ne saree uske haath mein thama di.
Trial room ke band darwaze ke peeche, aaine ke samne khadi Vaishali ne kaanpte haathon se apni purani saree utaari aur woh naya kapda pehna. Blouse ka fabric bilkul tight tha; uske poore curve ko upar ki taraf ubhar raha tha aur collarbone ke paas ka chhota sa kaala mole bilkul khulkar saaf dikh raha tha. Saree ka resham uski kamar aur hips ke sath chipak gaya.
Jab woh darwaza khol kar bahar aayi, toh Vikram samne sofe par baitha tha. Uski bhookhi, daavedaar nazrein Vaishali ke gale se shuru hokar uske ubhre hue seene, patli kamar aur saree ke ghere tak dheere-dheere phirin. Vikram ke honthon par ek santusht muskaan phail gayi.
"Kamaal lag rahi hai," Vikram uthkar uske bilkul paas aa gaya. Uski aankhon mein jism ko dekhne ki chamak saaf thi. "Tu chahe jitna sharmaye, par sach yeh hai ki yeh kapde tere hi liye bane hain."
"Bohot... bohot zyada khula hai," Vaishali ne sharm aur darr se nazrein jhuka li, pallu ko kheench kar seene par dhaanpne ki naakam koshish ki. "Main aisi halat mein society ke logon ke samne nahi ja sakti."
"Bilkul jaayegi," Vikram ne aage badhkar boutique staff ke samne hi bejhijhak apna hath uski nangi kamar ke curve par tika diya, jahan blouse khatam ho raha tha. "Yeh green wali pack karo. Aur woh neele rang wali designer saree bhi nikaalo, uska blouse thoda aur deep cut rakhna."
Vaishali ne uska hath pakad kar rokna chaha, aawaz mein ek minnat thi. "Aap itna kharch kyun kar rahe hain? Yeh sab bohot mehanga hai..."
"Pehle ki ghutan aur gareebi ko bhool ja," Vikram ne boutique ke beechon-beech uske thande gaal par apna garam hath rakha. "Ab tu meri hai. Tujhe jo chahiye, jahan ghumna hai, sab main dunga. Tu bas pehen. Function mein society ke har aadmi ki nazar tujh par hogi, aur main chahta hoon sab dekhein ki meri biwi kitni khoobsurat hai."
Billing counter par jab card swipe hua, toh Vaishali ki nazar machine ki screen par padi. Itni badi raqam mein unke purane flat ka pure teen mahine ka kharcha nikal sakta tha. Uske haath mein chamakdaar shopping bags thama diye gaye. Car ki taraf badhte waqt Vikram ne uske kandhe par hath daalte hue pucha, "Ab khush hai? Tujhe bechari ban kar rehne ki zaroorat nahi hai."
Vaishali ne apni palkein jhuka leen. Ek taraf sharm aur apradhbodh tha, lekin doosri taraf ek ajeeb si garmahat bhi thi jise woh pehchaanna nahi chahti thi. Uski poori zindagi lachari aur taano mein beeti thi; Ramesh ne kabhi use ek nayi saree tak khushi se nahi dilayi thi. Aur yahan yeh jawan, mazboot mard bina hisaab ke uspar lutaye ja raha tha, uspar poora haq jata raha tha. Uske seene mein dabi hui ek naazuk si narmi pighalne lagi, jise usne jaldi se daba diya. "Aap bohot kuch karte hain... main bas theek hoon."
Dadar flat ki landing par jab dono pahunche, toh bags floor par rakhe gaye. Theek usi waqt Arjun apne flat ke darwaze se bahar nikla tha, haath mein paani ki bottle liye. Uski nazar foran un branded bags aur transparent wrapper se jhalak rahi us gehre green kapde par padi. Arjun ke gale mein jaise kuch phas gaya; uski aankhein pathra gayi.
Vikram ne ek jhatke mein Arjun ki taraf dekha aur beparwah dhang se bola, "Arjun! Dekh, teri nayi Bhabhi ke liye agle hafte ke function ke kapde le aaya. Tu bhi function mein zaroor aana, dekhna Bhabhi kaisi lagti hai."



Arjun ne apne sookhe honth bheenchte hue bas itna kaha, "Theek hai..."
Tabhi andar se Priya bua bhi nikal aayi. Uski zehreeli nazron ne pehle bags ko naapa, phir Vaishali ke chehre aur uski bikhri hui sharm ko dekha. "Arre wah didi! Naya rang, naye tevar? Lagta hai blouse ka gala is baar kaafi gehra banwaya hai. Vikram ji toh aap par dil khol kar lutaa rahe hain."
Vaishali ne ghabra kar apna pallu aur kaskar lapeta. "Function hai bua... bas isiliye."
Ghar ke andar jaakar Vaishali ne un bhari bags ko bed par rakha. Vikram ne foran piche se aakar uski kamar ko dono haathon se jakad liya aur apna chehra uski naram gardan mein chupa diya. "Tu aaj alag lag rahi hai Meera. Thodi khush. Maine kaha tha na, main tera dhyan rakhunga."
Vaishali ne apni aankhein kas ke band kar leen. Vikram ke badan ki garmahat uski peeth par mehsoos ho rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh sab ek jhooth ke upar khada hai, lekin un naye kapdon ki chamak, yeh lutf, aur Vikram ka yeh mardana sahara use ek naye nasha jaisa lagne laga tha. Ek pal ke liye uske mann mein khayal aaya ki agar woh purani Vaishali ko hamesha ke liye bhool jaye, toh kya yeh galat hoga?
Usne halki si kapkapahat ke sath aankhein kholi. "Aap fresh ho lijiye... main khana garam karti hoon."
Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas halki si chuski lekar dheere se kaha, "Raat ko woh green saree pehen kar mere samne aana. Main dekhna chahta hoon ki tu mere kamre mein kaisi lagti hai."
Vaishali ne chupchap haan mein sar hila diya. Naye kapde bed par bikhre the; Arjun deewar ke us paar ghutan mein duba baitha tha; Priya ki zehreeli muskaan corridor mein chhoot chuki thi. Aur Vaishali ab us jaal mein dheere-dheere khud ko somp rahi thi—yeh maante hue ki uska mann ab us jawan shauhar ke haq aur uski dekhbhal ki taraf jhukne laga tha.


Shaam theek paanch baje Dadar ki society ke ground-floor hall mein sabhi flat owners ki aam meeting bulayi gayi thi. Upar flat mein khadi Vaishali ne aaine ke samne gehri saans li. Usne wahi bottle-green silk saree pehni thi jo Vikram ne boutique se pasand karwayi thi. Blouse sleeveless tha, kandhon se bilkul khula aur gale ka gehra cut uske ubhre hue curve aur collarbone ke kaale mole ko saaf dikha raha tha. Reshmi kapda uski kamar aur hips ke gird bilkul chipak gaya tha.
Usne apne baalon ko modern dhang se khula chhodte hue aage ki taraf giraya, maang mein taaza laal sindoor bhara, aur gale mein Vikram ka bhaari gold mangalsutra saja liya. Aaine mein jo aurat dikh rahi thi, use dekhkar khud Vaishali ka dil kaanp gaya. Pichhle bees saalon se is society ne use sirf ek thaki hui, purani sooti saree mein, jhuki hui gardan ke sath sabzi laate ya kachra phenkte dekha tha. Aaj jo aurat khadi thi, woh ek ameer, aadhunik aur be-inteha aakarshak nayi dulhan lag rahi thi. Makeover ne uske wajood ko poori tarah badal diya tha, phir bhi uski chhaati ke andar ek thanda darr baitha tha—kya pados ki koi chachi ya uncle use pehchaan lenge? Kya koi keh dega, "Arre, yeh toh wahi Ramesh ki biwi Vaishali hai!"
Vikram room mein aaya, dark blue shirt aur trousers mein bilkul tayaar. Usne Vaishali ki nangi peeth par apna mazboot hath rakhte hue use kareeb kiya. "Kamaal lag rahi ho Meera. Aaj society ke har shakhs ko pata chalna chahiye ki Vikram Deshmukh ki biwi kaun hai. Chalo neeche."
Dono seedhiyan utarkar ground floor ke hall mein pahunche. Hall mein purani plastic ki safed kursiyan lagi thin, fan ki ghurghurahat thi, aur beech mein ek folding table par register aur paperwork rakha tha. Jaise hi Vikram ne Vaishali ka hath thame hall mein kadam rakha, wahan baithe buzurgon aur mahilaon ki baat-cheet achanak tham si gayi.
Vikram use aage ki row mein le gaya aur bade fakhr se sabke samne introduce karwaya: "Namaste sabhi ko. Yeh meri biwi hain—Meera Deshmukh. Hum pichhle mahine hi 302 number flat mein shift hue hain."
Ek middle-aged aunty ne aage badhkar muskurate hue dekha, "Arre waah Vikram ji, bahu toh behad sundar hai! Kitne dino se yahan hain aap log?"
"Bas ek mahine se," Vikram ne chauda hokar jawab diya. "Ghar ka thoda interior aur furniture set ho raha tha, isiliye sabke samne aane mein thoda waqt lag gaya."
Vaishali ne dabi hui sharm aur ghabrahat ke sath nazrein jhuka kar haath jode. Uski nazar darrte-darrte hall ke pichhle hisse mein gayi. Theek teesri row mein Ramesh baitha tha, purana dhabbedar kurta pehne, uske theek bagal mein Arjun baitha tha. Ramesh ne bas ek second ke liye upar dekha—uski bujhi hui aankhein Vaishali ke is naye, chamakdaar aur be-parda roop par thami, aur agle hi pal usne sharm aur bebasii se apna sar zameen ki taraf jhuka liya.




Arjun ne bhi nazar uthayi. Uski aankhein bottle-green silk saree, uske gehre blouse aur uski maa ke gale mein chamak rahe bhaari mangalsutra par padi. Arjun ke seene mein ek dard bhari chubhan uthi aur usne turant nazar pher li. Dono baap-bete mein se kisi ke munh se ek lafz tak nahi nikla. Makeover, naye kapdon aur high-society ke is libaas ne purani Vaishali ko aisa dafan kar diya tha ki koi teesra shakhs shaq bhi nahi kar sakta tha. Samaj ke liye woh ab sirf Meera Deshmukh thi.
Secretary uncle ne chai ka cup table par rakhte hue pucha, "Vikram beta, flat ka griha-pravesh kab kar rahe ho? Society mein ek chhoti si puja aur meetha toh banta hai."
Vikram ne bina hichkichaye Vaishali ke kandhe par hath rakhte hue kaha, "Bas jald hi uncle. Meri Maa gaon se aayi hui hain, unhi ke rehte pooja rakh lenge. Meera poora intezam dekh legi."
Vaishali ka gala bilkul sookh chuka tha. Usne chupchap sar hila diya. Uski purani zindagi, uski tees saal ki grihasti isi society ke inhi logon ke beech guzri thi. Yahi log use roz 'Ramesh ki bhabhi' ya 'Vaishali behen' kehte the. Aur aaj woh sab use ek ajnabi samajh kar uske naye shauhar ki daulat aur uske roop ki tareefein kar rahe the. Aur uska apna purana parivaar piche doosri row mein baitha uspar apna koi haq tak nahi jata sakta tha.
Meeting khatam hone ke baad chai aur biskoot bante gaye. Society ki ek purani padosan aunty chai ka cup lekar Vaishali ke kareeb aayi aur use sar se paon tak dekhte hue boli, "Aap sach mein behad sanskari aur shaant hain Meera ji. Vikram beta bohot kismat wala hai. Waise, pichhle saal tak isi floor par ek Vaishali rehti thi... Ramesh ji ki biwi. Woh bhi badi seedhi aur gharelu thi, par bechari hamesha thaki-thaki si rehti thi. Pata nahi aaj-kal kahan chali gayi hain, dikhti hi nahi."
Vaishali ke hath mein pakda steel ka cup kaanp gaya. Uske gale mein saans atak si gayi. Usne palkein jhukaye hue dabi aawaz mein bas itna kaha, "...Pata nahi aunty ji."
Vikram ne halke se haskar aunty ki baat kaat di, "Ab purani baaton ko chhodiye aunty. Ab yahan Meera hain, aur humara parivaar yahan hai."
Kisi ne koi doosra sawaal nahi pucha. Modern styling, khule baal, gehre blouse aur aadhunik libaas ne purani gareeb aurat ko poori tarah mita diya tha. Vaishali ne thandi pad chuki chai ka ek ghoont bhara aur socha ki samaj kitna andha hota hai—sirf kapde, thoda sa gehna aur ek mard ka roab badalte hi insaan ki poori pehchaan badal jaati hai. Vikram uske sath khada hokar logo se batiyaye ja raha tha, bekhabar is baat se ki uski yeh nayi 'Meera' isi society ke chulhe-chauke mein pichhle kitne saalon se pis rahi thi.
Meeting khatam hone par jab dono seedhiyon ki taraf badhe, toh Arjun peeche se tezi se chalte hue unke kareeb aaya. Usne dheemi, kaanpti hui aawaz mein pucha: "Maa... aap theek toh hain na?"
Vaishali ne mud kar uski taraf dekha tak nahi. Usne bilkul shaant, sapat aawaz mein kaha, "Haan. Tum upar jao apne flat mein."
Vikram ne achanak peeche ghoom kar dekha. "Arjun! Teri bhabhi thak gayi hain, unhe aaraam karne de. Tu aage ja."
Arjun ke kadam wahin seedhiyon ke pehle payedan par jam gaye. Uski nazron ke samne bottle-green silk saree sarakti hui upar chadh rahi thi. Uski apni maa kisi aur ki bahu aur biwi ban kar ja rahi thi, aur poori duniya ke samne unka rishta ab khatam ho chuka tha. Arjun be-awaaz seedhiyan chadh gaya.
Neeche hall ab poori tarah khali ho chuka tha. Ramesh abhi bhi us purani plastic ki kursi par akele baitha tha, haath mein thanda cup liye. Uski nazar khali darwaze par tiki thi, aur dimaag mein sirf ek hi baat goonj rahi thi—unki lachari ne Vaishali ko hamesha ke liye Meera Deshmukh bana diya tha, aur ab poore jahaan ne use usi roop mein apna liya tha.

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Vaishali ne shaam ko green saree utaar kar ek simple cotton wali pehni. Function ke baad uske pair dard kar rahe the, lekin usne kitchen mein der tak khadi reh kar khaana banaya. Daal mein zeera zyada daala, sabzi mein woh masala jo Vikram ko pasand tha, aur rotiyan naram. Woh jaanti thi yeh sab woh pehle nahi karti thi. Pehle sirf kaam tha. Ab uske haath dheere chal rahe the, aur uske dimaag mein ek baat ghoom rahi thi: aaj hall mein usne uska haath pakda tha, logon ke saamne, aur kaha tha “meri biwi.” Koi use Vaishali nahi pehchana. Makeover ne chhupa diya tha. Aur Vikram ne care ki thi, bina poochhe.

Jab woh aaya, toh usne table par khaana dekha aur muskuraya. “Aaj itna sab? Tu thak gayi hogi.”

“Nahi,” Vaishali ne kaha. “Aap ko pasand hai na.”

Vikram ne nivala uthaya. “Bahut achha. Tu roz aisa banati hai toh main mota ho jaunga.” Usne hasa, seedha, bina kisi ganda matlab ke. Vaishali ne neeche dekha. Uski purani zindagi mein koi aisa nahi kehta tha. Ramesh thak kar aata tha, khaata tha, aur so jaata tha. Yahan yeh aadmi uske haath ka khaana kha raha tha aur usse kehta tha achha hai.

Khaane ke baad Vikram ne bartan uthane ki koshish ki. Vaishali ne roka. “Aap baith jaaiye. Main kar lungi.”

“Tu thaki hai.” Usne uska haath pakda, dheere. “Main madad kar deta hoon.”

“Nahi.” Vaishali ki awaaz patli thi. “Aap aaraam kariye. Kal office hai.”

Vikram ne uske gaal par haath rakha. “Tu bahut sochti hai. Main tujhe dekh raha hoon. Aaj function mein tu sharma rahi thi, lekin achhi lag rahi thi. Logon ne kaha. Main khush hoon.”

Vaishali ka dil tez ho gaya. Woh jaanti thi yeh jhooth hai. Woh Vaishali hai, uski biwi nahi. Lekin uske haath mein mehngi saree thi, uske kaan mein uski care thi, aur uske pet mein woh khaana tha jo usne uske liye banaya tha. Ek halki si narmi uske andar aa gayi, jo usne pehle nahi mehsoos ki thi. “Aap bahut karte hain mere liye.”

“Tu meri biwi hai.” Vikram ne yeh aise kaha jaise koi seedhi baat ho. “Main tujhe khush rakhna chahta hoon.”

Raat ko bed par Vaishali leti thi, light band. Usne socha aaj woh phir se use kheenchega, green saree ki baat karega, aur tez hoga. Woh taiyaar thi. Uski saans tez thi. Lekin Vikram aaya, uske bagal mein leta, aur uske honthon par ek chhoti si kiss ki. Naram. Bina jeebh ke. “Soya ja. Main subah jaldi jaunga. Tu bhi thaki hui lag rahi hai. Aaj aaraam kar.”

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Andhera tha. Uski saans ruk gayi. “Aap… nahi?”

“Nahi.” Vikram ne uski kamar par haath rakha, dheere, bina neeche jaaye. “Aaj nahi. Tu so ja. Main yahan hoon.”

Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Uska jism confuse tha. Woh soch rahi thi ki aaj woh use kheenchega, uski chut mein ungli daalega, ya uske upar aayega. Lekin usne sirf kiss kiya aur kaha so ja. Uski care ne use aur uljha diya. Woh jaanti thi yeh sab jhooth hai, lekin uske haath uski kamar par the, garam, aur usne kaha tha tu thaki hai. Ek pal ke liye use laga ki agar woh bhool jaaye, toh yeh achha hai. Phir usne aankhen kholi. Agle darwaze se koi awaaz nahi aa rahi thi. Arjun so raha hoga. Ramesh so raha hoga. Aur yahan Vikram uske bagal mein tha, uski care ke saath, aur woh so nahi pa rahi thi, kyunki pehli baar use laga ki woh is aadmi ko thoda sa pasand karne lagi hai, bina chahe.

Vikram pichhle teen dino se kaafi vyast chal raha tha. Subah subah jaldi ghar se nikal jaata, shaam ko der se lauta, phone par lambi baatein karta, aur raat ko bed par lette hi seedha gehri neend mein so jaata tha. Usne in teen dino mein Vaishali ko chuwa tak nahi tha. Na koi kiss, na haath ka sparsh, aur na hi woh purani zardasti ya khinchne wala andaaz. Ek raat sote waqt usne bas itna kaha tha, “Kal subah office ki ek badi meeting hai, main late aaunga, tum so jaana.”

Vaishali ne khamoshi se apna sir hila diya tha. Uski saansein bilkul niyamit thin. Uske dimaag aur mann ne turant kaha—yeh toh achha hai. Ab woh tumhe pareshan nahi kar raha, tum sukoon se aaram kar sakti ho. Lekin uske jism ne us mann ki baat ko manne se saaf inkaar kar diya tha.

Pehle din Vaishali ko laga ki shayad usey din bhar ki thakaan hogi. Doosre din usne dekhi ki Vikram bina mange wohi khaas dawai le aaya, jiska zikr Vaishali ne ek din sar dard ke dauran kiya tha; itna hi nahi, fridge mein uske pasandida phal bhi laakar rakh diye the. Teesre din Vikram ne jaate waqt kaha, “Tumhara purana blouse ab thoda theek nahi lag raha, main kal ek naya design aur rang tumhare liye le aaunga, bas color bata dena.”

Woh uski har chhoti-chhoti zaroorat aur parwah ka poora dhyan rakh raha tha, bina kisi physical kareeb aaye hue. Uske mann ke hisaab se use is halat par khush hona chahiye tha, par sach toh yeh tha ki woh andar se bilkul khush nahi thi.

Raat ke waqt jab andhere kamre mein bed par leti thi, Vikram uske bagal mein ekdum seedhi saansein leta hua so raha hota tha. Vaishali ki aankhein khuli reh jaati thin. Uske jism ke andar ek ajeeb si halchal aur gili pan ki lahar uthti thi. Use pichhle dinon ke wo saare pal aur dhakke yaad aane lagte the—car ke andar, bed par, aur saas ke kamre ke theek bagal wali deewar ke paas ke wo garam lamhe. Kaise Vikram ka lund uske andar gehraai tak utar jaata tha aur uske munh se siskiyan nikal jaati thin. Par ab waisa kuch nahi ho raha tha.

Betaabi mein ek baar usne apna haath dheere se apni panty ke upar rakha. Wahan gehlapan saaf mehsoos hua, kapda pehle se hi geela tha. Usne ungliyan dheere se uske upar phirayi, clit ke gird ek halka sa ghera banaya, aur uski saans tez ho gayi. Ek chhoti si moan uske gale se nikal gayi, dabi hui, “Mmm—” Usne foran darr kar apna haath hata liya. Mann ne phir se samjhaya—yeh sab theek hai, woh tumhe nahi chhu raha, so jaao. Par jism chillane laga—nahi, tumhe yeh chahiye. Tum uske sparsh ke bina adhoori ho.

Usne karwat badal kar andhere mein Vikram ke chehre ki taraf dekha. Uska chehra bilkul shant aur dheela pada hua tha. Vaishali ne socha agar woh apna haath Vikram ke upar rakh degi, toh kya hoga? Par agle hi pal usne darr kar haath peeche kheench liya. Woh achhi tarah jaanti thi ki woh asal mein Vaishali hai, koi Meera nahi, aur yeh poora rishta ek jhooth ki dor par tika hai. Phir bhi, uske andar ki woh aag aur physical bhookh aisi thi jo pehle kabhi usne mehsus nahi ki thi. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, panty uske jism se chipki hui, aur har saans ke saath use yaad aa raha tha ki pehle woh kitni tez chodta tha, kitna gehra, aur ab kitna chup.

Subah jab Vikram ki aankh khuli, toh usne jaate waqt kaha, “Aaj mujhe lautne mein thoda aur waqt lagega, tum apna khana samay par bana lena, main baahar se kuch laa dunga.”

Vaishali ne cup aage badhate hue dabi aawaz mein kaha, “Aap sach mein bohot thak gaye hain, thoda aaram kar liya kijiye.”

Vikram ne uske maathe par apna garam haath rakha, ek pal ke liye thama, aur phir hata liya. “Fikar mat karo, main bilkul theek hoon. Tum apna dhyan rakho aur aaram karo.”

Jaise hi Vikram ghar se gaya, Vaishali kitchen ke counter par chupchap khadi reh gayi. Uske andar wahi purani tadap aur gehlapan bana hua tha. Uska mann baar-baar keh raha tha—ab woh door hai, yeh tumhare liye acha hai. Par uska jism keh raha tha—nahi, mujhe uske wahi tezi wale dhakke chahiye. Main chahti hoon ki woh aakar mujhe apni baahon mein kheenche aur main ek baar bhi inkaar na kar paaun.

Usne kas ke apni aankhein band kar leen. Pados ke flat se ya deewar ke us paar se koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi; shayad Arjun aur Ramesh bhi apni apni neend mein honge. Aur yahan Vaishali akeli ek aisi ajeeb bhookh aur kashmakash mein fassi hui thi, jahan pehli baar uska jism uske apne hosh aur mann se aage nikal chuka tha, aur ab use rok pana uske bas mein nahi tha. Uski chut geeli thi, uske haath ab bhi uski yaad mein the, aur woh soch rahi thi ki agar aaj raat woh phir se haath rakhegi, toh shayad woh ruk nahi payegi.




Subah jab dhoop khidki ke pardo ko cheer kar kamre mein aayi, toh Vaishali ki neend khul gayi. Usne uthkar almari ka darwaza khola. Samne wahi bottle-green silk saree aur pichle dino aayi nayi dresses rakhi thin. Usne green saree ko chhod diya, aur uske badle wahi purani maroon rang ki cotton-silk saree nikaali—par is baar uske sath wahi naya blouse tha, jo Vikram ne boutique se dilwaya tha: sleeveless, aage aur peeche se behad gehra kata hua, jo uske seene ke ubhaar ko saaf taur par zaahir kar raha tha.

Usne chupchap use pehna, piche ke saare hooks band kiye, aur aaine ke samne khadi ho gayi. Usne ek baar nahi, balki do-do baar apne aap ko ghaur se dekha. Naye blouse ki fit aisi thi ki uske bhari boobs ka poora shape upar ki taraf uth gaya tha, beech ki gehari cleavage saaf dikh rahi thi, aur uske gale mein latakta hua Vikram ka diya hua bhaari sona mangalsutra uske bare seene par jhool raha tha. Uske mann mein ek pal ke liye khayal aaya—aaj na toh koi society ka function hai, na hi saas ghar par hain, aur na hi koi mehmaan aane wala hai. Phir maine kyun yeh gehra blouse chuna?

Uske mann ne use samjhaya—kisi aur ke kehne par nahi, balki tumne khud apni marzi se ise pehna hai. Aur uska jism khamoshi se yeh baat maan raha tha ki woh chahti hai ki Vikram ki nazrein ek baar phir uske is jism par thamein, uski cleavage par, uske boobs ke upar.

Dopahar ke qareeb jab Vikram achanak office se thoda early lauta, toh hall mein Vaishali ko us maroon saree aur gehre sleeveless blouse mein khade dekh kar uske kadam ek pal ke liye thithak gaye. Uski dark aur hungry nazrein foran Vaishali ke khule kandhon, ubhre hue boobs aur uski patli kamar par phirin. Cleavage mein se uske seene ka naram hissa dikh raha tha, mangalsutra us par baar-baar hil raha tha.

“Aaj yeh wali saree pehni hai?” Vikram ne apni cap ya chaabi table par rakhte hue pucha.

Vaishali ki palke jhuk gayi, usne apne pallu ko thoda theek karte hue kaha, “Haan… woh purani wali dhone ke liye daali thi, toh yeh theek lagi.”

Vikram ne haath-munh dhote hue dining table par baithte hue kaha, “Theek hi nahi, bohot alag lag rahi ho. Ek cup chai bana do, subah se dimaag kharab ho rakha hai.”

Vaishali ne foran rasoi mein jakar adrak wali garm chai taiyaar ki aur tray mein laakar di. Vikram ne cup uthate hue apni ek nazar uske gehre gale aur boobs ke ubhar par daali, aur muskurate hue bola, “Aaj sach mein kuch alag baat hai… thaki hui bhi nahi lag rahi ho.”

“Main bilkul theek hoon,” Vaishali ne apna pallu kaskar kandhe par daala. Uski ungliyan halke se kaanp rahi thin. Woh achhi tarah jaanti thi ki usne aaine mein khud ko dekh kar yeh kapda kyun chuna tha. Uski cleavage ab bhi dikh rahi thi, blouse ke neeche uske boobs saans ke saath dheere-dheere hil rahe the.

Shaam ke samne jab Arjun kisi kaam se landing par aaya, theek usi waqt Vikram ne cigarette ke liye darwaza khola. Arjun ki nazar achanak samne khadi Vaishali par padi—maroon saree aur uska woh gehra sleeveless blouse dekh kar Arjun ki saansein ek pal ke liye ruk gayi. Uski nazrein seedhi Vaishali ke boobs aur cleavage par thami rahin, aur fir sharminda hokar usne foran apni aankhein neeche kar leen. “Bhabhi… aaj naya blouse?”

Vaishali ka chehra sharm aur ghutan se laal ho gaya. “Nahi… yeh pehle se hi tha.”

Vikram wahan khade hoke halke se has pada. “Arre, teri bhabhi aaj khud se itni taiyaar hokar ghoom rahi hai. Maine kuch nahi bola, yeh khud ki pasand hai.”

Arjun bina ek bhi lafz bole chupchap seedhiyon se neeche utar gaya. Vaishali ne foran darwaza band kar liya. Uske gaal garam ho chuke the. Usko andar hi andar yeh ehsaas ho raha tha ki Arjun ne saaf samajh liya hai ki yeh kapda Vikram ke kehne par nahi, balki usne khud apni marzi aur andar ki beqarari se pehna hai. Uski cleavage ab bhi uske seene par khuli hui thi, aur usne socha ki Arjun ne woh dekha hoga.

Raat ke waqt jab kamre mein andhera ho chuka tha aur Vikram bed par leta hua apne phone par kuch dekh raha tha, Vaishali uske bagal mein aakar let gayi—wahi maroon saree aur wahi gehra blouse abhi bhi uske jism se chipka hua tha. Uske andar wahi pichle teen dino ki roki hui aag aur bhookh mach rahi thi. Use umeed thi ki aaj jab Vikram uske is roop ko dekhega, toh khud ko rok nahi payega aur use apni baahon mein kheench kar wahi purane zor-zor ke dhakke dega, kyunki pichle do dino se uski panty geeli thi aur uska jism tadap raha tha. Uske boobs blouse ke andar garam the, cleavage se pasina halka sa beh raha tha.

Lekin Vikram ne achanak apna phone side mein rakha, apna haath Vaishali ke maathe par naramai se fera, aur bola, “Aaj main sach mein bohot thak gaya hoon, subah office ki ek important meeting hai. Tum bhi chupchap so jaao.”

Vaishali ki aankhein andhere mein khuli ki khuli reh gayin. Uski saansein tez ho gayi thin. Uska jism poori tarah garam ho raha tha, blouse ke kapde ke neeche uske boobs kaafi tezi se saansein le rahe the. Woh chahti thi ki agar woh khud apna haath Vikram ke jism par rakh degi, toh shayad woh jaag jayega. Par usne apna haath apne hi seene par se hata kar neeche rakh liya.

“Ji… aap so jaiye, main light band kar deti hoon,” usne dabi aawaz mein kaha.

Vikram ne apni aankhein moond leen. Vaishali ne uthkar wall switch se light band ki aur wapas aakar let gayi. Andhere mein usne apna kaanpta hua haath apne gehre blouse ke upar rakha, jahan uske dil ki dhadkan tezi se gaddar macha rahi thi, aur uske boobs uske haath ke neeche garam the. Usne ek pal ke liye apne jism ko khud mehsoos kiya, cleavage ko chhua, aur fir darr kar haath hata liya.

Neeche Arjun so raha hoga, wahi doosri taraf Ramesh bhi apni neend mein hoga. Aur yahan yeh aurat—jo pichle bees saal se ek daboo aur gumnam zindagi jee rahi thi—aaj pehli baar apni marzi se, aaine mein do baar khud ko dekh kar ek uttejak libaas pehn kar leti thi, is intezaar mein ki uska naya mard aayega aur use noch lega. Par intezaar adhura reh gaya tha, aur uska jism ek aisi anjaani aag mein jal raha tha jise bujhane wala aaj wahan maujood nahi tha. Uski panty geeli thi, uske boobs sooje hue the, aur woh andhere mein leti rahi, saans tez, sochti hui ki kal shayad woh phir se haath rakhegi, aur is baar ruk nahi payegi.




Subah jab dhoop khidki ke pardo ko cheer kar kamre mein aayi, toh Vaishali ki neend khul gayi. Usne uthkar almari ka darwaza khola. Samne wahi bottle-green silk saree aur pichle dino aayi nayi dresses rakhi thin. Usne green saree ko chhod diya, aur uske badle wahi purani maroon rang ki cotton-silk saree nikaali—par is baar uske sath wahi naya blouse tha, jo Vikram ne boutique se dilwaya tha: sleeveless, aage aur peeche se behad gehra kata hua, jo uske seene ke ubhaar ko saaf taur par zaahir kar raha tha.

Usne chupchap use pehna, piche ke saare hooks band kiye, aur aaine ke samne khadi ho gayi. Usne ek baar nahi, balki do-do baar apne aap ko ghaur se dekha. Naye blouse ki fit aisi thi ki uske bhari boobs ka poora shape upar ki taraf uth gaya tha, beech ki gehari cleavage saaf dikh rahi thi, aur uske gale mein latakta hua Vikram ka diya hua bhaari sona mangalsutra uske bare seene par jhool raha tha. Uske mann mein ek pal ke liye khayal aaya—aaj na toh koi society ka function hai, na hi saas ghar par hain, aur na hi koi mehmaan aane wala hai. Phir maine kyun yeh gehra blouse chuna?

Uske mann ne use samjhaya—kisi aur ke kehne par nahi, balki tumne khud apni marzi se ise pehna hai. Aur uska jism khamoshi se yeh baat maan raha tha ki woh chahti hai ki Vikram ki nazrein ek baar phir uske is jism par thamein, uski cleavage par, uske boobs ke upar.

Dopahar ke qareeb jab Vikram achanak office se thoda early lauta, toh hall mein Vaishali ko us maroon saree aur gehre sleeveless blouse mein khade dekh kar uske kadam ek pal ke liye thithak gaye. Uski dark aur hungry nazrein foran Vaishali ke khule kandhon, ubhre hue boobs aur uski patli kamar par phirin. Cleavage mein se uske seene ka naram hissa dikh raha tha, mangalsutra us par baar-baar hil raha tha.

“Aaj yeh wali saree pehni hai?” Vikram ne apni cap ya chaabi table par rakhte hue pucha.

Vaishali ki palke jhuk gayi, usne apne pallu ko thoda theek karte hue kaha, “Haan… woh purani wali dhone ke liye daali thi, toh yeh theek lagi.”

Vikram ne haath-munh dhote hue dining table par baithte hue kaha, “Theek hi nahi, bohot alag lag rahi ho. Ek cup chai bana do, subah se dimaag kharab ho rakha hai.”

Vaishali ne foran rasoi mein jakar adrak wali garm chai taiyaar ki aur tray mein laakar di. Vikram ne cup uthate hue apni ek nazar uske gehre gale aur boobs ke ubhar par daali, aur muskurate hue bola, “Aaj sach mein kuch alag baat hai… thaki hui bhi nahi lag rahi ho.”

“Main bilkul theek hoon,” Vaishali ne apna pallu kaskar kandhe par daala. Uski ungliyan halke se kaanp rahi thin. Woh achhi tarah jaanti thi ki usne aaine mein khud ko dekh kar yeh kapda kyun chuna tha. Uski cleavage ab bhi dikh rahi thi, blouse ke neeche uske boobs saans ke saath dheere-dheere hil rahe the.

Shaam ke samne jab Arjun kisi kaam se landing par aaya, theek usi waqt Vikram ne cigarette ke liye darwaza khola. Arjun ki nazar achanak samne khadi Vaishali par padi—maroon saree aur uska woh gehra sleeveless blouse dekh kar Arjun ki saansein ek pal ke liye ruk gayi. Uski nazrein seedhi Vaishali ke boobs aur cleavage par thami rahin, aur fir sharminda hokar usne foran apni aankhein neeche kar leen. “Bhabhi… aaj naya blouse?”

Vaishali ka chehra sharm aur ghutan se laal ho gaya. “Nahi… yeh pehle se hi tha.”

Vikram wahan khade hoke halke se has pada. “Arre, teri bhabhi aaj khud se itni taiyaar hokar ghoom rahi hai. Maine kuch nahi bola, yeh khud ki pasand hai.”

Arjun bina ek bhi lafz bole chupchap seedhiyon se neeche utar gaya. Vaishali ne foran darwaza band kar liya. Uske gaal garam ho chuke the. Usko andar hi andar yeh ehsaas ho raha tha ki Arjun ne saaf samajh liya hai ki yeh kapda Vikram ke kehne par nahi, balki usne khud apni marzi aur andar ki beqarari se pehna hai. Uski cleavage ab bhi uske seene par khuli hui thi, aur usne socha ki Arjun ne woh dekha hoga.

Raat ke waqt jab kamre mein andhera ho chuka tha aur Vikram bed par leta hua apne phone par kuch dekh raha tha, Vaishali uske bagal mein aakar let gayi—wahi maroon saree aur wahi gehra blouse abhi bhi uske jism se chipka hua tha. Uske andar wahi pichle teen dino ki roki hui aag aur bhookh mach rahi thi. Use umeed thi ki aaj jab Vikram uske is roop ko dekhega, toh khud ko rok nahi payega aur use apni baahon mein kheench kar wahi purane zor-zor ke dhakke dega, kyunki pichle do dino se uski panty geeli thi aur uska jism tadap raha tha. Uske boobs blouse ke andar garam the, cleavage se pasina halka sa beh raha tha.

Lekin Vikram ne achanak apna phone side mein rakha, apna haath Vaishali ke maathe par naramai se fera, aur bola, “Aaj main sach mein bohot thak gaya hoon, subah office ki ek important meeting hai. Tum bhi chupchap so jaao.”

Vaishali ki aankhein andhere mein khuli ki khuli reh gayin. Uski saansein tez ho gayi thin. Uska jism poori tarah garam ho raha tha, blouse ke kapde ke neeche uske boobs kaafi tezi se saansein le rahe the. Woh chahti thi ki agar woh khud apna haath Vikram ke jism par rakh degi, toh shayad woh jaag jayega. Par usne apna haath apne hi seene par se hata kar neeche rakh liya.

“Ji… aap so jaiye, main light band kar deti hoon,” usne dabi aawaz mein kaha.

Vikram ne apni aankhein moond leen. Vaishali ne uthkar wall switch se light band ki aur wapas aakar let gayi. Andhere mein usne apna kaanpta hua haath apne gehre blouse ke upar rakha, jahan uske dil ki dhadkan tezi se gaddar macha rahi thi, aur uske boobs uske haath ke neeche garam the. Usne ek pal ke liye apne jism ko khud mehsoos kiya, cleavage ko chhua, aur fir darr kar haath hata liya.

Neeche Arjun so raha hoga, wahi doosri taraf Ramesh bhi apni neend mein hoga. Aur yahan yeh aurat—jo pichle bees saal se ek daboo aur gumnam zindagi jee rahi thi—aaj pehli baar apni marzi se, aaine mein do baar khud ko dekh kar ek uttejak libaas pehn kar leti thi, is intezaar mein ki uska naya mard aayega aur use noch lega. Par intezaar adhura reh gaya tha, aur uska jism ek aisi anjaani aag mein jal raha tha jise bujhane wala aaj wahan maujood nahi tha. Uski panty geeli thi, uske boobs sooje hue the, aur woh andhere mein leti rahi, saans tez, sochti hui ki kal shayad woh phir se haath rakhegi, aur is baar ruk nahi payegi.




Raat ke barah baj chuke the. Kamra andhera tha, sirf khidki se thodi si roshni aa rahi thi. Vikram soya hua tha, peeth seedhi, seena khula, saans dheemi aur lambi. Vaishali uske bagal mein leti thi, maroon saree ab bhi uske jism par, blouse gehra, cleavage ab bhi khuli. Uski aankhen khuli thin. Neend nahi aa rahi thi.

Usne dheere se sir ghumaya aur use dekha. Uska seena uth-baith raha tha, baal uske maathe par the, munh thoda khula. Vaishali ki saans tez ho gayi. Uski chut ke andar ek halki si jhanjhanahut shuru ho gayi, jaise koi cheez dheere se jaag rahi ho. Pichle teen dino se woh soch rahi thi ki yeh theek hai, woh nahi chhu raha, aaraam hai. Lekin ab uska jism kuch aur keh raha tha. Uski panty pehle se geeli thi, aur ab woh aur geeli ho rahi thi, sirf use dekh kar.

Usne socha, main kya kar rahi hoon. Ramesh neeche so raha hoga. Arjun so raha hoga. Woh meri asli zindagi hain. Main Vaishali hoon, Meera nahi. Agar main ab haath badhaun, toh kal subah kya hoga. Ramesh ka chehra aaya uske saamne, thaka hua, chup. Arjun ka thappad wala gaal. Usne aankhen band ki, phir kholi. Uski chut ne phir se jhanjhana diya, is baar tez. Woh chahti thi aaj. Woh chahti thi ki Vikram uske andar aaye, jaise pehle aata tha, gehra, garam, bina ruke.

Usne dheere se apna jism uski taraf sarkaya. Kapda bed par sarak gaya. Uska haath uthaya, kaanpta hua, aur uske seene par rakh diya. Garam tha. Baal naram. Uski ungliyan dheere se uske seene par phiri, nipple ke paas, phir neeche. Har sparsh par uski chut ke andar ek nayi lehar uthi. Usne socha, yeh galat hai. Yeh meri marzi se hai. Main khud kar rahi hoon. Ramesh agar jaan jaaye toh kya sochega. Lekin usne haath nahi hataya. Uski saans ab uske seene par gir rahi thi, dheemi, garam.

Vikram ki aankh khuli. Usne pehle uska haath mehsoos kiya, phir uski saans. Usne sir ghumaya. Vaishali ka chehra uske bilkul paas tha. Usne use dekha. Uski aankhen andhere mein chamak rahi thin, honth thode khule, saans tez. Vikram ne kuch nahi kaha. Usne sirf dekha.

Vaishali ne socha, ab ruk jao. Abhi bhi waqt hai. Lekin usne nahi ruka. Usne apna chehra aur paas kiya, aur uske honthon par apne honth rakh diye. Kiss naram tha, pehle. Phir usne dheere se dabaaya. Uski jeebh uske honthon ko chhui. Vikram ne ek pal ruka, phir kiss wapas kiya, dheere, bina jaldi ke. Usne uska chehra apne haath mein liya, angutha uske gaal par, aur kiss toda.

“Tumhe karna hai?” usne pucha, awaaz dheemi, aankhon mein dekhte hue.

Vaishali ka dil tez dhadak raha tha. Usne socha, haan. Main chahti hoon. Aaj. Usne darr se aankhen neeche ki, phir uthayi. Uski saans uske munh par gir rahi thi. Usne dheere se sir hila diya. Haan. Ek chhoti si nod. Uski chut ab aur geeli thi, jaanghein ek dusri se ragad rahi thin, blouse ke neeche uske boobs garam the.

Vikram ne use ek pal dekha. Phir usne kaha, “Aajao.”

Usne apna pajama neeche kiya. Lund bahar aaya, sakht, mota, uski taraf uthа hua. Vaishali ne use dekha. Uski saans atak gayi. Usne socha, ab yeh hoga. Main khud aayi hoon. Usne apni saree ka pallu side kiya, blouse ab bhi pehna hua tha, cleavage khuli. Uska jism kaanp raha tha, lekin woh peeche nahi hati. Vikram uske saamne leta tha, lund sakht, aur woh uske upar aane wali thi, pehli baar khud, bina uske kheenche. Uski chut geeli thi, uske honth ab bhi uske swad se bharе the, aur usne socha ki aaj raat woh rukegi nahi, chahe neeche Ramesh so raha ho, chahe subah kya ho.





Vikram ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur kaha, “Tumhe karna hai toh tum lo. Main nahi kheenchunga.”

Vaishali sharma gayi. Uska chehra garam ho gaya. Usne dheere se sir hila diya. “Theek hai.” Uski awaaz patli thi. Woh uske paas sarak gayi, maroon saree uske jism se chipki hui, blouse ab bhi pehna, cleavage khuli. Uski chut ke andar se paani beh raha tha, panty pehle se geeli, ab aur. Usne apna haath badhaya aur uske lund ko chhua. Sakht tha, garam, naso se bhara hua. Usne use dheere se pakda. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thin.

Pehli baar usne khud socha ki woh use chusna chahti hai. Pehle hamesha usne kaha tha, usne dhakela tha. Aaj uska mann khud bol raha tha. Usne apne baal bandhe, dheere se, taaki chehra saaf rahe. Phir jhuk gayi. Uska munh uske lund ke paas tha. Usne pehle ek naram kiss ki, supade par. Phir ek aur, neeche ki taraf. Vikram ki saans tez ho gayi. Ek halki si moan uske gale se nikal gayi, “Mmm…”

Vaishali ne woh awaaz suni aur uske andar ek nayi garmi aa gayi. Usne socha, yeh awaaz main nikaal rahi hoon. Usne jeebh se use chaata, upar se neeche, dheere. Phir honth khole aur use munh mein liya. Pehle supada, phir aur andar. Lund garam tha, mota, uske jeebh par bhara hua. Usne dheere-dheere chusna shuru kiya. Uski jeebh neeche se upar aati, nas ko chaat-ti, phir honth kas ke chhodte. Ek geeli awaaz nikal gayi, uske munh se, chhoti si.

Vikram ne uske sir par haath rakha, pehle dheere. “Haan… aise.” Uski awaaz garam thi. Vaishali ne aur gehra liya. Lund uske munh ke andar chala gaya, jeebh ke upar se. Usne naak se saans li, tez, aur chusna jaari rakha. Dheere, phir thoda tez. Har baar jab woh bahar aata, uski laar us par lag jaati, chamakti. Usne socha, main yeh kar rahi hoon. Khud. Ramesh ne kabhi nahi kaha tha aise. Lekin ab woh rukna nahi chahti thi.

Vikram ki saans aur tez ho gayi. Usne uske baal pakde, dheere se, aur uske sir ko thoda aage kiya. Vaishali ne aankhen band ki aur use aur andar liya. Lund uske gale ke paas tak chala gaya. Ek chhoti si choke hui, uske gale se, phir usne naak se saans li aur chusti rahi. Gulp ki awaaz aayi, dheemi, uske munh se. Vikram ne moan ki, “Ahh… Meera…” Usne uska sir aur thoda dabaaya. Lund ab uske gale ko chhu raha tha, har baar jab woh aage jaati.

Vaishali ki aankhon se paani nikal aaya, lekin usne nahi roka. Woh chahti thi ki woh aa jaaye. Uske munh mein. Usne tez kiya. Honth kas ke, jeebh tez, sir aage-peeche. Geeli awaaz ab saaf thi, uske munh ki, uski laar ki. Vikram ke haath uske sir par the, dhakel rahe the, lekin sakht nahi. Woh use dekh raha tha, aankhen aadhi band. Vaishali ne socha, yeh meri awaaz hai jo use garam kar rahi hai. Uski chut aur geeli ho rahi thi, jaanghein kaanp rahi thin, lekin usne haath nahi hataya. Woh sirf chusti rahi.

Vikram garam ho gaya. Uske dhakke tez ho gaye, uske sir ke through. Lund uske gale ke andar jaata, bahar aata, gulp gulp ki awaaz ke saath. Vaishali ne choke ki, ek baar, do baar, lekin chusti rahi. Usne uski jaangh pakdi, use aur paas kheench liya. Vikram ne kaha, dheere, “Main aa raha hoon… nikaal mat.”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya, munh ab bhi us par. Usne aakhri baar gehra liya, lund uske gale tak, aur ruk gayi. Vikram ka jism sakht hua. Garam, gaadha virya uske munh mein chhoota, jeebh par, gale ke paas. Vaishali ne aankhen band ki aur nigla. Poora. Kuch uske honth se bahar nikla, uski thodi par, lekin usne baaki sab andar le liya. Vikram ne dheere se lund bahar nikala. Woh ab bhi thoda sakht tha, uske virya aur uski laar se geela.

Vaishali ne upar dekha. Uski saans tez thi, munh geela, lekin uske chehre par ek halki si muskaan thi. Usne socha, maine kiya. Khud. Aur woh khush thi. Vikram ne uske baal chhode, uske gaal par haath rakha, aur kaha, “Achha kiya.” Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, uske boobs garam, aur woh uske bagal mein let gayi, munh ab bhi uske swad se bhara hua, sochti hui ki aaj raat woh khud aayi thi, aur usne use apne munh mein liya tha, bina kisi dhakke ke.





Vaishali ne apni saree ka pallu side kiya. Blouse ab bhi uske jism par tha, hooks band, lekin usne neeche se panty utaar di, dheere se, aur use bed ke kinare rakh diya. Uski chut geeli thi, ras uski jaanghon par lag chuka tha. Vikram leta hua use dekh raha tha. Uska lund phir se sakht ho chuka tha, upar uthа hua, uske virya aur uski laar se ab bhi geela. Vaishali ne use dekha, phir apni jaanghein uske dono taraf rakhi, aur dheere se uske upar aayi.

Usne lund ko apne haath se pakda, uski chut par set kiya. Geeli thi, garam. Usne dheere se neeche baithi. Supada andar gaya, phir aur. Lund uske andar chalta gaya, dheere, uski deewar ko chhuta hua. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Ek lambi gasp uske gale se nikal gayi, “Ahhh—” Uski peeth seedhi ho gayi. Poora lund uske andar chala gaya, gehra, uske pet tak mehsoos hota hua. Woh ruk gayi, upar baithi, saans tez, boobs blouse ke andar uth-baith rahe the.

“Kitna bada hai,” usne dheere se kaha, awaaz kaanpti hui. “Andar… poora.”

Vikram ne uski kamar par haath rakhe, dheere. “Haan. Le lo. Dheere.”

Vaishali ne dheere se upar uthna shuru kiya. Lund bahar aaya, tip tak, phir woh neeche baithi. Ek geeli awaaz nikal gayi, phach, uske jism se. Usne phir kiya. Dheere. Upar, neeche. Har baar jab lund andar jaata, uski chut use kas ke pakadti, phir chhodti. Uski saans tooti hui thi. “Ahh… mmm… ahh…” Moan dheemi thi, lekin saaf. Woh apni jaanghon se use pakad rahi thi, dheere-dheere hil rahi thi, jaise seekh rahi ho.

Vikram use dekh raha tha. Uski aankhen uske chehre par thin, phir uske boobs par, blouse ke neeche se hilte hue. “Achha lag raha hai,” usne kaha. “Tu upar. Main dekh raha hoon.”

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Uska chehra garam tha. Usne dheere se speed badhayi. Ab woh thoda tez upar jaati, thoda tez neeche. Lund uske andar gehra jaata, har baar uski aakhri deewar ko chhuta. Geeli awaaz ab tez thi, phach phach, uske jism ki, bed ki. Usne apne haath upar kiye, baal mein daale, aur aur hilne lagi. Uska jism upar-neeche ho raha tha, boobs hil rahe the, mangalsutra uske seene par baar-baar hit kar raha tha.

“Ahhh… ohhh… ahhh…” Ab moan tez thi. Woh enjoy kar rahi thi. Lund uske andar bhara hua tha, mota, garam, aur woh use apne andar le rahi thi, khud. Uski chut geeli thi, ras uske lund par lag raha tha, uski jaanghon par. Usne socha, yeh main kar rahi hoon. Main upar hoon. Main use le rahi hoon.

Vikram ne neeche se dhakke shuru kiye, dheere. Uska lund upar aata, uske andar. Vaishali ki moan aur tez ho gayi. “Ahhh— aap— neeche se—” Usne uske boobs pakde, blouse ke upar se, nipple ko ungliyon mein liya. Vaishali ki peeth ubhar gayi. “Ahhh— haan—” Woh aur tez hui. Ab woh cowboy ki tarah baith rahi thi, jaanghein kas, kamar hilti, lund poora andar-bahar. Har dhakka uske pet tak ja raha tha. Bed dheemi dheemi hil raha tha.

Vikram ne uske boobs aur kas ke pakde. “Haan. Aise. Tez.” Uski awaaz garam thi. Vaishali ne baal chhode, haath uske seene par rakhe, aur tez hilne lagi. Upar, neeche. Uski moan ab ruk nahi rahi thi. “Ahhh… ohhh… ahhh… bahut… andar… ahhh…” Uski aankhen band thin, munh khula, saans tez. Lund uske andar jaata, geela, garam, aur woh use poora le rahi thi, har baar, bina ruke.

Woh aise hi chalti rahi. Ek minute. Do. Uski jaanghein kaanp rahi thin. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, ras beh raha tha. Vikram neeche se tez dhakke maar raha tha, uske boobs pakde hue. Vaishali ki moan ab lambi thi, kaanpti hui, pleasure ki. “Ahhh— main— ahhh—” Usne socha, main rukna nahi chahti. Aaj nahi. Woh upar thi, use le rahi thi, aur uska jism uske saath de raha tha, poora, garam, geela. Vikram use dekh raha tha, aankhen uske chehre par, uske hilte hue jism par, aur woh tez hota gaya, dono ek saath, bed par, andhere mein, sirf unki saans aur unki awaaz ke saath.





Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi aur uth baitha. Uska lund ab bhi sakht tha, uske andar. Usne Vaishali ko seedha neeche dhakela, peeth bed par, aur uske upar aa gaya. Uske haath uski kalaiyon par the, uske sir ke upar, use pin kiya hua. “Aaj tum bahut mood mein ho,” usne kaha, aankhon mein dekhte hue. “Khud upar aayi. Khud liya.”

Vaishali sharma gayi. Uska chehra garam tha, saans tez. “Aapne… aapne mujhe aisa banaya,” usne dheere se kaha. “Pehle main aise nahi thi.”

Vikram ne uske honthon par apna munh rakh diya. Kiss gehra tha. Uski jeebh uski jeebh se mili, dheere, phir tez. Vaishali ne kiss wapas kiya, uske honth chuse, uski jeebh ko apne munh mein liya. Usne uski kalaiyan chhod di, uski peeth par haath rakhe, aur use aur paas khinch liya. “Please,” usne kiss ke beech kaha, awaaz kaanpti hui. “Mujhe chhodo. Jor se. Mujhe chahiye.”

Vikram garam ho gaya. Usne uski jaanghein kholi, apna lund uski geeli chut par set kiya, aur ek gehra dhakka maara. Poora andar. Vaishali ki peeth bed se ubhar gayi. Ek tez moan nikal gayi, “Ahhh—” Lund uske pet tak chala gaya. Usne phir bahar nikala, phir andar. Tez. Heavy. Har dhakka uske andar gehra ja raha tha.

Bed hilne laga. Thap. Thap. Thap. Geeli awaaz uske jism se nikal rahi thi, phachak, har baar jab lund andar jaata. Vaishali ki moan ab ruk nahi rahi thi. “Ahhh… ohhh… ahhh… uhhh…” Uski taangein uski kamar ke gird kas gayi. Usne uski peeth pakdi, ungliyan uske kurte mein ghus gayi, aur use aur gehra kheench liya. “Aur… ahhh… jor se…”

Vikram ne uske boobs pakde, blouse ke upar se, nipple ko ungliyon mein liya, aur tez dhakke jaari rakhe. Lund bahar aata, tip tak, phir poora andar dhas jaata. Vaishali ne uske gale par kiss kiya, uske honthon ko kaata, dheere, phir tez. “Ahhh— aap— andar—” Usne uska sir pakda, use apne seene par dabaaya, aur moan karti rahi. Bed ki awaaz ab tez thi, unke jism ki geeli awaaz ke saath.

Vikram ne uski jaangh uthayi, ek taang apne kandhe par rakhi, aur aur gehra kiya. Lund uske andar aur aage chala gaya. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. “Ahhh— bahut gehra— ahhh—” Usne uske honthon ko phir se kaata, uski jeebh chusi, aur uski peeth par naakhoon daale. Vikram tez hota gaya. Heavy thrust. Bed poora hil raha tha. Vaishali ki moan ab lambi thi, kaanpti hui, pleasure ki. “Ahhh… ohhh… uhhh… main— ahhh…”

Woh aise hi chalta raha. Ek minute. Do. Vikram ne uske dono haath pakde, use bed par dabaya, aur aakhri tez dhakke maare. Lund poora andar, uski chut use kas ke pakad rahi thi. “Main aa raha hoon,” usne kaha, saans tez.

“Andar,” Vaishali ne kaha, uske honthon par. “Andar hi.”

Vikram ne aakhri gehra dhakka maara aur ruk gaya. Uska jism sakht hua. Garam virya uski chut ke andar chhoota, gehra, lambi dhaar mein. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Ek lambi moan uske gale se nikal gayi, “Ahhh—”, aur uski taangein uski hips par aur kas gayi, use andar hi rokne ke liye. Uski chut uske virya se bhari hui thi, garam, geeli.

Vikram uske upar leta raha, saans tez, lund ab bhi uske andar. Usne uske maathe par kiss kiya, phir gale par. Vaishali ne use apni taraf khinchha. Uska sir uske boobs par aa gaya, blouse ab bhi pehna hua, lekin geela. Usne uske baal mein haath daala, use apne seene se laga liya, aur aankhen band kar li. “Soya ja,” usne dheere se kaha. Uski saans ab dheemi ho rahi thi. Vikram ne kuch nahi kaha. Usne uske seene par apna chehra rakha, aur dheere-dheere uski saans seedhi ho gayi.

Vaishali leti rahi, uska sir apne boobs par, uska virya ab bhi uske andar. Uski aankhen band thin. Neeche se koi awaaz nahi aa rahi thi. Arjun so raha hoga. Ramesh so raha hoga. Aur yahan woh use pakde hui thi, uska sir apne seene par, aur dheere-dheere so gayi, uski garam saans uske boobs par mehsoos karti hui.






Vaishali ki aankh khuli toh kamre mein abhi bhi thanda andhera chhaya hua tha. Pardo ke kone se aati hui subah ki pehli dabi-dabi safed roshni aaine aur almari par pad rahi thi.

Vikram uske barabar mein soya hua tha, beparwah aur gehri neend mein. Uska sar ab bhi Vaishali ke seene ke paas tika tha, uske boobs ke beech, aur uska ek bhari, garam haath uski nangi kamar par thehra hua tha. Har saans ke sath Vikram ka seena Vaishali ke badan ko chhoota, uske boobs ko halka sa dabaata, aur har chhuwan uske dil mein ek chubhan si paida kar deti.

Vaishali ne pehle us sparsh ko mehsoos kiya, phir khud apne pure jism ki halat ko. Saree bedsheet par bikhri hui aur uljhi padi thi, blouse ka kapda paseene se thanda ho chuka tha, cleavage ab bhi khuli hui thi, aur dono jaanghon ke beech ab bhi beeti raat ka nishaan tha—uski chut se behata hua uska virya, chipka hua, thanda aur us raat ka saboot deta hua. Uski panty kahin nahi thi. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, thodi soojhi hui, aur uske boobs blouse ke andar garam the, jaise ab bhi uski saans un par gir rahi ho.

Usne darr kar apni aankhein band kar leen. Andhere mein bite hue kal ke saare lamhe ek-ek karke uske dimaag mein aane lage.

Kal raat kisi ne uspar zabardasti nahi ki thi.

Kal raat pehli baar usne khud aage badhkar apna haath uthaya tha. Khud uske honthon par jhuki thi, khud uski baahon mein simti thi, khud uske lund par baithi thi, aur uski chhuwan ke aage poori tarah bikharkar usne khud kaha tha ki mat ruko. Uski chut ne use andar liya tha, poora, aur woh upar se hil rahi thi, uske boobs hil rahe the, cleavage uske seene par chamak rahi thi.

Yeh baat yaad aate hi Vaishali ke seene mein ek dard bhara toofan uth gaya. Dil tez-tez dhadak raha tha, lekin is baar usme koi uttejna nahi thi—sirf ek be-inteha sharm, bhari guilt aur aisi ghutan thi jo gale ko daba rahi thi. Uski chut ne phir se halki si jhanjhanahut di, jaise yaad kar rahi ho, lekin usne use daba diya.

Main kya kar baithi? usne andar hi andar socha, honth kaante hue.

Neeche usi chat ke neeche Ramesh soya hoga... Arjun soya hoga. Woh meri sachai the, meri 20 saal ki zindagi the. Main Vaishali hoon—ek maa, ek parivaar ki izzat. Main Meera nahi hoon... toh phir kal raat maine khud use kyun bulaya? Kyun apni chut uske lund par baithayi? Kyun apne boobs uske munh ke paas laayi?

Usne behad aahista se, bina koi aawaz kiye Vikram ka haath apni kamar se hataya. Bistar se pair neeche utare toh zameen ki thandak ne uske shareer ko kaanpne par majboor kar diya. Jism mein ek meethi thakan thi, uski chut ab bhi geeli, uske boobs thode sooje, par aatma par ek sannaata chhaya tha.

Woh dabe paon bathroom mein gayi, darwaza band kiya aur bina aawaz ke paani ka nal khola. Thande paani se usne apne badan ko dhoya, jahan-jahan Vikram ki garmahat bachi thi, wahan-wahan usne paani dala jaise kisi daag ko mita rahi ho. Usne apni chut dhoi, uske virya ko pani se baha diya, apne boobs ko paani se chhua, jaise unhe saaf kar rahi ho.

Phir usne aaine ki taraf dekha.

Aaine mein dikhne wali aurat ki aankhein bhari hui thin, palkon ke kinare geele the, honth thode laal aur sooje hue the, gale par Vikram ke daanton ka halka sa laal nishaan saaf ubhar raha tha, aur uske boobs ab bhi thode ubhare hue the, cleavage ab bhi gehra.

Usne kaanpte haathon se us nishaan ko chhua. Uski aankhon se ek aansu gir kar gaal par beh gaya.

Yeh kisi aur ne nahi kiya... yeh maine khud maanga tha. Kal raat mera jism be-sharm tha, meri chut uske lund ke liye khuli thi, mere boobs uske haathon mein the, aur aaj subah wahi jism sharm se zameen mein dhas raha hai.

Bathroom se nikal kar usne bina koi jhadak kiye ek simple cream rang ki sooti saree nikaali, aam sa blouse pehna, aur pallu ko gale aur seene ke chaaron taraf ache se lapet liya taaki koi nishaan na dikhe, taaki cleavage chhup jaaye. Mangalsutra abhi bhi uske gale mein ek bhari zanjeer ki tarah pada tha.

Kitchen mein jakar usne chai ka bartan gas par chadhaya. Dhyan itna bikhra hua tha ki har ek bartan haath se chhootne ko hota, par woh dabi aawaz mein kaam karti rahi. Uske kaanon mein wahi sawal goonj rahe the:

Agar Ramesh ko zara sa bhi andaza ho gaya toh kya sochega? Agar Arjun ko pata chala ki jis maa ko bachaane ke liye woh ro raha tha, wahi maa ab is kamre mein doosre mard ke upar baith kar sisak rahi thi, apni chut uske lund se bharwa rahi thi... toh woh mere muh par thook nahi dega?

Woh toh is ghar mein sirf parivaar ko bachaane aayi thi, aur ab woh khud is daldal ko gale laga chuki thi. Uski chut ab bhi uski yaad mein geeli ho rahi thi, uske boobs ab bhi garam the.

Tabhi peeche se kadmon ki aahat aayi. Vikram aankhein malta hua kitchen ke darwaze par khada tha. “Subah se hi uth gayi?” usne aam gharelu lahze mein pucha.

Vaishali ne palat kar bhi uski aankhon mein nahi dekha, nazar zameen par rakhte hue dheemi aawaz mein kaha, “Haan… aapko time par office nikalna hai na, isliye.”

“Chai ban gayi?” Vikram ne aage badhkar counter ka sahara liya aur gehri nazar uske jhuke hue sar par daali. “Kal raat… theek thi na?”

Yeh sunte hi Vaishali ke kaan aur gaal aag ki tarah garam ho gaye. Uske gale mein lafz atak gaye. Usne bas ek baar dheere se sar hila diya, “Haan…”

Uske aage ek lafz nahi nikla. Uske andar ek taraf apradhbodh ka pahaad tha, aur doosri taraf ek aisi be-ikhtiyaar sachai jise woh qubool karne se darr rahi thi—kal raat uska jism sach mein zinda tha, uski chut ne sach mein use andar liya tha, uske boobs uske munh ke paas the, usne sach mein woh garmahat mehsoos ki thi. Aaj subah uska mann ro raha tha, par uska jism ab bhi us ehsaas ko yaad rakh raha tha.

Vikram ne chai ka cup uthaya aur bina kisi gande tevar ke bas uske sir par ek baar haath pher kar bahar chala gaya.

Vaishali ne thandi ho chuki chai ka cup apne dono haathon mein pakad liya. Deewar ke us paar, Dadar wale flat se abhi bhi koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi. Wahan Arjun aur Ramesh bekhabar so rahe honge, yeh sochte hue ki unki lachaar Vaishali yahan bandi bani royi hogi.

Unhe kya pata tha ki kal raat usne khud inkaar ka parda phenk diya tha. Unhe kya pata tha ki uski chut ab uske lund ke liye khud khulti hai, uske boobs uske haathon ke liye khud uthte hain. Unhe kya pata tha ki ab woh wapas lautne ke qaabil hi nahi bachi thi.

Vaishali ne chupchap aankhein band karke aansu ponchhe. Chai thandi ho chuki thi, gale mein naya mangalsutra latak raha tha, uske boobs ab bhi uski yaad mein garam the, uski chut ab bhi geeli, aur uske seene ke andar ek aisi aag aur sharm thi jo din ke ujaale ke sath-sath aur gehri hoti ja rahi thi.

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Vaishali ki aankh khuli toh kamre mein abhi bhi thanda andhera chhaya hua tha. Pardo ke kone se aati hui subah ki pehli dabi-dabi safed roshni aaine aur almari par pad rahi thi.

Vikram uske barabar mein soya hua tha, beparwah aur gehri neend mein. Uska sar ab bhi Vaishali ke seene ke paas tika tha, uske boobs ke beech, aur uska ek bhari, garam haath uski nangi kamar par thehra hua tha. Har saans ke sath Vikram ka seena Vaishali ke badan ko chhoota, uske boobs ko halka sa dabaata, aur har chhuwan uske dil mein ek chubhan si paida kar deti.

Vaishali ne pehle us sparsh ko mehsoos kiya, phir khud apne pure jism ki halat ko. Saree bedsheet par bikhri hui aur uljhi padi thi, blouse ka kapda paseene se thanda ho chuka tha, cleavage ab bhi khuli hui thi, aur dono jaanghon ke beech ab bhi beeti raat ka nishaan tha—uski chut se behata hua uska virya, chipka hua, thanda aur us raat ka saboot deta hua. Uski panty kahin nahi thi. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, thodi soojhi hui, aur uske boobs blouse ke andar garam the, jaise ab bhi uski saans un par gir rahi ho.

Usne darr kar apni aankhein band kar leen. Andhere mein bite hue kal ke saare lamhe ek-ek karke uske dimaag mein aane lage.

Kal raat kisi ne uspar zabardasti nahi ki thi.

Kal raat pehli baar usne khud aage badhkar apna haath uthaya tha. Khud uske honthon par jhuki thi, khud uski baahon mein simti thi, khud uske lund par baithi thi, aur uski chhuwan ke aage poori tarah bikharkar usne khud kaha tha ki mat ruko. Uski chut ne use andar liya tha, poora, aur woh upar se hil rahi thi, uske boobs hil rahe the, cleavage uske seene par chamak rahi thi.

Yeh baat yaad aate hi Vaishali ke seene mein ek dard bhara toofan uth gaya. Dil tez-tez dhadak raha tha, lekin is baar usme koi uttejna nahi thi—sirf ek be-inteha sharm, bhari guilt aur aisi ghutan thi jo gale ko daba rahi thi. Uski chut ne phir se halki si jhanjhanahut di, jaise yaad kar rahi ho, lekin usne use daba diya.

Main kya kar baithi? usne andar hi andar socha, honth kaante hue.

Neeche usi chat ke neeche Ramesh soya hoga... Arjun soya hoga. Woh meri sachai the, meri 20 saal ki zindagi the. Main Vaishali hoon—ek maa, ek parivaar ki izzat. Main Meera nahi hoon... toh phir kal raat maine khud use kyun bulaya? Kyun apni chut uske lund par baithayi? Kyun apne boobs uske munh ke paas laayi?

Usne behad aahista se, bina koi aawaz kiye Vikram ka haath apni kamar se hataya. Bistar se pair neeche utare toh zameen ki thandak ne uske shareer ko kaanpne par majboor kar diya. Jism mein ek meethi thakan thi, uski chut ab bhi geeli, uske boobs thode sooje, par aatma par ek sannaata chhaya tha.

Woh dabe paon bathroom mein gayi, darwaza band kiya aur bina aawaz ke paani ka nal khola. Thande paani se usne apne badan ko dhoya, jahan-jahan Vikram ki garmahat bachi thi, wahan-wahan usne paani dala jaise kisi daag ko mita rahi ho. Usne apni chut dhoi, uske virya ko pani se baha diya, apne boobs ko paani se chhua, jaise unhe saaf kar rahi ho.

Phir usne aaine ki taraf dekha.

Aaine mein dikhne wali aurat ki aankhein bhari hui thin, palkon ke kinare geele the, honth thode laal aur sooje hue the, gale par Vikram ke daanton ka halka sa laal nishaan saaf ubhar raha tha, aur uske boobs ab bhi thode ubhare hue the, cleavage ab bhi gehra.

Usne kaanpte haathon se us nishaan ko chhua. Uski aankhon se ek aansu gir kar gaal par beh gaya.

Yeh kisi aur ne nahi kiya... yeh maine khud maanga tha. Kal raat mera jism be-sharm tha, meri chut uske lund ke liye khuli thi, mere boobs uske haathon mein the, aur aaj subah wahi jism sharm se zameen mein dhas raha hai.

Bathroom se nikal kar usne bina koi jhadak kiye ek simple cream rang ki sooti saree nikaali, aam sa blouse pehna, aur pallu ko gale aur seene ke chaaron taraf ache se lapet liya taaki koi nishaan na dikhe, taaki cleavage chhup jaaye. Mangalsutra abhi bhi uske gale mein ek bhari zanjeer ki tarah pada tha.

Kitchen mein jakar usne chai ka bartan gas par chadhaya. Dhyan itna bikhra hua tha ki har ek bartan haath se chhootne ko hota, par woh dabi aawaz mein kaam karti rahi. Uske kaanon mein wahi sawal goonj rahe the:

Agar Ramesh ko zara sa bhi andaza ho gaya toh kya sochega? Agar Arjun ko pata chala ki jis maa ko bachaane ke liye woh ro raha tha, wahi maa ab is kamre mein doosre mard ke upar baith kar sisak rahi thi, apni chut uske lund se bharwa rahi thi... toh woh mere muh par thook nahi dega?

Woh toh is ghar mein sirf parivaar ko bachaane aayi thi, aur ab woh khud is daldal ko gale laga chuki thi. Uski chut ab bhi uski yaad mein geeli ho rahi thi, uske boobs ab bhi garam the.

Tabhi peeche se kadmon ki aahat aayi. Vikram aankhein malta hua kitchen ke darwaze par khada tha. “Subah se hi uth gayi?” usne aam gharelu lahze mein pucha.

Vaishali ne palat kar bhi uski aankhon mein nahi dekha, nazar zameen par rakhte hue dheemi aawaz mein kaha, “Haan… aapko time par office nikalna hai na, isliye.”

“Chai ban gayi?” Vikram ne aage badhkar counter ka sahara liya aur gehri nazar uske jhuke hue sar par daali. “Kal raat… theek thi na?”

Yeh sunte hi Vaishali ke kaan aur gaal aag ki tarah garam ho gaye. Uske gale mein lafz atak gaye. Usne bas ek baar dheere se sar hila diya, “Haan…”

Uske aage ek lafz nahi nikla. Uske andar ek taraf apradhbodh ka pahaad tha, aur doosri taraf ek aisi be-ikhtiyaar sachai jise woh qubool karne se darr rahi thi—kal raat uska jism sach mein zinda tha, uski chut ne sach mein use andar liya tha, uske boobs uske munh ke paas the, usne sach mein woh garmahat mehsoos ki thi. Aaj subah uska mann ro raha tha, par uska jism ab bhi us ehsaas ko yaad rakh raha tha.

Vikram ne chai ka cup uthaya aur bina kisi gande tevar ke bas uske sir par ek baar haath pher kar bahar chala gaya.

Vaishali ne thandi ho chuki chai ka cup apne dono haathon mein pakad liya. Deewar ke us paar, Dadar wale flat se abhi bhi koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi. Wahan Arjun aur Ramesh bekhabar so rahe honge, yeh sochte hue ki unki lachaar Vaishali yahan bandi bani royi hogi.

Unhe kya pata tha ki kal raat usne khud inkaar ka parda phenk diya tha. Unhe kya pata tha ki uski chut ab uske lund ke liye khud khulti hai, uske boobs uske haathon ke liye khud uthte hain. Unhe kya pata tha ki ab woh wapas lautne ke qaabil hi nahi bachi thi.

Vaishali ne chupchap aankhein band karke aansu ponchhe. Chai thandi ho chuki thi, gale mein naya mangalsutra latak raha tha, uske boobs ab bhi uski yaad mein garam the, uski chut ab bhi geeli, aur uske seene ke andar ek aisi aag aur sharm thi jo din ke ujaale ke sath-sath aur gehri hoti ja rahi thi.




Subah ke theek saare aath baje Dadar ke flat ka mahol hamesha ki tarah ghutan-bhara tha, lekin dining table par baithe Vikram ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa aalsi, mardana roab tair raha tha. Usne chai ka akhiri ghoont liya, cup ko saucer par thodi zor se thapki dekar rakha, aur aage jhukte hue Vaishali ki taraf aisi gehri, aamirana nazar se dekha jo seedhe uske seene ke paar utarti thi, uske boobs ke upar se hote hue neeche tak.

“Is weekend hum Goa nikal rahe hain. Teen-chaar din ka trip. Honeymoon samajh le ya jo man kare,” Vikram ne beparwah andaz mein aadesh diya.

Vaishali ke haath mein pakdi hui plate jaise wahin jam gayi. Uski palkein kaanpi, aur gale se ek dabi hui aawaz nikli, “Goa? Achanak… itni door?” Uski saans tez ho gayi. Uska pallu dheere se sarak raha tha, cleavage halki si dikh rahi thi.

Vikram ke honthon par wahi shikari, alpha muskaan aayi jo har baar uski bebasii ko dekh kar ubhar aati thi. “Achanak kya hota hai? Shaadi ko itna time ho gaya, pados ke log abhi tak poochte hain ki bahu ko leke kahan ghooma. Aur sun, mujhe pata hai tu mere sath akele chalne mein abhi bhi thoda sankoch karti hai, ghabra jaati hai. Isiliye main Arjun ko bhi sath le ja raha hoon. Station par saamaan uthane, cab booking, aur kisi emergency ke liye ek launda hath mein rahega. Aur apne parivaar ka ladka bagal mein hoga toh tera darr bhi thoda daba rahega.”

Vaishali ka gala sookh gaya. Nazrein zameen par gadh gayin. Uske dimaag mein ek khaufnaak toofan uth pada—Arjun unke sath hoga? Uske saamne Vikram us par apna wahi be-lagam haq jatayega? Uski chut ke andar ek halki si jhanjhanahut hui. Mana karne ka sawaal hi paida nahi hota tha. Vikram jo faisla leta tha, usme kisi doosre ki raye ki koi keemat nahi thi.

Kitchen ke darwaze par Ramesh khada tha. Uski bujhi hui, thaki aankhon mein wahi purani lachari thi. Usne bina nazar milaye, dabi aawaz mein bas itna kaha, “Theek hai… aap log jaaiye. Main yahin ghar par rahunga.”

Dopahar ke waqt jab Arjun kisi kaam se corridor mein aaya, toh Vikram ne hall ka darwaza khula rakhte hue use aawaz di.

“Arjun, andar aa.”

Arjun ke kadam thithak gaye. Usne andar kadam rakha toh Vikram ne table par car ki chaabi ghumate hue seedha kaha, “Kal subah hum teeno Goa nikal rahe hain. Train ki tickets ho gayi hain. Tu apna bag pack kar le.”

Arjun ke chehre ka rang ek pal ke liye poori tarah udd gaya. Uski aankhein phaili, aur usne peeche kitchen ke kone mein khadi apni maa par ek nazar daali. Vaishali ne pallu ko kaskar pakad rakha tha, nazrein zameen mein dhas rahi thin. Arjun ne ek bhari saans li, daant bheenchte hue kaha, “Theek hai bhaiya, main chalunga.”

Shaam hote hi Vikram ne Vaishali ko bedroom mein bulaya aur flat ka darwaza peeche se adha kheench diya.

“Almari khol,” Vikram ne aadesh diya.

Vaishali ne dabe paon jakar purani lohe ki almari kholi. Usne aage se wahi apni sooti, simple sarees nikaalni chaheen, par Vikram ne uska haath jhatak kar peeche kar diya.

“Yeh kachra nahi chalega wahan,” Vikram ne almari ke andar haath daal kar kapde bikhairne shuru kiye.

Usne ek-ek karke kapde nikaal kar bed par patakna shuru kiya. Safar ke liye ek light cotton-silk saree jisme sleeveless blouse tha, gehra neck; beachside evenings ke liye sheer georgette dbangs jo uske boobs ke shape ko saaf dikhayenge; aur bag ke sabse neeche se usne ek chhoti kaali nighty nikaali jiske straps behad patle the aur lambai mushkil se jaanghon ke aadh tak aati thi, almost transparent.

Aakhir mein Vikram ka haath wahi bottle-green silk saree par pada—jiska blouse itna gehra aur open tha ki seene ka aadh se zyada hissa, uske heavy boobs ka inner curve, bina kisi parde ke saaf dikhe. Usne use nikaal kar alag se rakha.

“Yeh kiske liye nikaali hai?” Vaishali se ab chup nahi raha gaya. Uski aawaz mein ek minnat aur darr tha. “Yeh Goa mein? Yeh bohot zyada khula hai… wahan Arjun bhi hamare sath hoga. Woh meri… woh dekh lega.”

Vikram do kadam aage badha aur Vaishali ke bilkul kareeb aa gaya. Uski bhari chaati Vaishali ke kandhe se lagbhag chhoo rahi thi, uske boobs uske seene se dab rahe the. Usne ek haath se Vaishali ki thhodi ko mazbooti se pakad kar upar uthaya, uski aankhon mein seedha ghoorte hue bola, “Pata hai mujhe Arjun sath hoga. Aur yeh saree usi ke liye hai. Parso uska birthday hai na? Us din cake cutting ke waqt tu yahi pehnegi. Main chahta hoon woh dekhe teri cleavage, tere boobs, kitni geeli hoti hai tu mere haath mein.”

Vaishali ka dil dahal gaya. Uski chut ke andar ek tez current daud gaya. “Nahi… uske birthday par aisi saree? Main uske samne aisi halat mein nahi ja sakti… pallu sarakega, sab dikhega…”

Vikram ne uski thhodi par pakad aur kadi kar di, uske chehre ke kareeb jhukte hue uski aawaz poore alpha roab se goonji, “Maine pucha nahi hai tujhse, bata raha hoon. Jo kapde maine nikaale hain, tu wahi pehnegi. Main chahta hoon woh dekhe ki uski nayi bhabhi kitni khoobsurat lagti hai, kitni chudne layak. Aur tu meri marzi se chalegi, samjhi? Teri chut meri hai, tere boobs mere hain. Woh sirf dekhega.”

Usne bina kisi lihaz ke saare naye aur gehre kapde bade suitcase mein thoos diye aur chain zor se kheench kar band kar di. Green saree sabse upar thi.

Vaishali bed ke kone par chupchap baithi rahi, uski dono mutthiyan apni purani saree ke pallu par kaskar bandhi hui thin. Uska dimaag soch-soch kar sunn ho raha tha—Arjun unki har harqat, har aahat ke beech hoga. Aur Vikram apne poore ghamand ke sath use Arjun ke samne bhi naye tareeqe se be-parda karne ki taiyari kar chuka tha. Uski panty geeli ho chuki thi, boobs garam the.

Raat ko bistar par aate hi Vikram ne apna bhaari haath uski kamar par phenka, neeche sarka kar uski chut ke upar se saree ke upar haath rakha, aur beparwah lahze mein bola, “Subah theek paanch baje nikalna hai. Koi der nahi honi chahiye. Aur kal se tu wahi pehnegi jo main kahun.”

Vaishali ne andhere mein bas khamoshi se haan mein sar hila diya. Uski saansein dheemi thin, seene ke andar ek taraf sharm aur darr ka sailab tha, aur doosri taraf ek aisi bebas lachari jisme woh jaanti thi ki yeh Goa ka safar uske bache-khuche parde ko hamesha ke liye mita kar rakh dega. Uski chut uske haath ke neeche dheere dheere geeli ho rahi thi.


Subah theek paanch baje Dadar station par aam dino se kahin zyada thandi aur nam hawa chal rahi thi. Platform number char par bheed aahista-aahista badh rahi thi, jahan Konkan Kanya Express ke aane ka announcement lagatar goonj raha tha.

Vaishali platform ke ek kone mein khadi thi. Usne Vikram ke aadesh ke mutabiq wahi light-colored peach cotton-silk saree pehni thi. Saree ka fabric patla aur shareer se chipakne wala tha, aur blouse bina aasteen ka—sleeveless—jisme uske gore, bhare hue kandhe aur nangi baahein subah ki thandi roshni mein bilkul saaf dikh rahi thin. Gale ka ghera halka sa neecha tha, cleavage halki si jhaank rahi thi, jahan Vikram ka bhaari gold mangalsutra aur collarbone ka kala til kisi ka bhi dhyan kheenchne ke liye kaafi the. Uski maang mein taaza, gehra sindoor bhara tha, par chehre par ajeeb si thakan aur ghabrahat ki laali thi. Uski chut ab bhi subah se geeli thi, yaad aayi raat ki.

Vikram uske bilkul theek bagal mein chipak kar khada tha. Dark jeans, fitted black polo t-shirt, aur aankhon par shades lagaye hue uska pura wajood kisi shikari jaisa lag raha tha. Uska ek bhari haath Vaishali ki peeth ke nichle hisse par bilkul khulkar tika hua tha, uski kamar ke neeche, jaise platform par maujood har shakhs ko yeh jata raha ho ki yeh aurat uski niji sampatti hai. Uske boobs uske seene se dab rahe the.

Thode hi faasle par Arjun do bade trolley bag aur ek pithoo bag sambhale khada tha. Uske chehre par raat bhar ki be-neend thakan aur ghutan saaf thi. Usne nazar utha kar dekha—uski apni maa, jise usne hamesha puri tarah dhaanpi hui sooti sarees mein dekha tha, aaj ek 24 saal ke jawan ladke ke haath ke sahare poori tarah be-parda khadi thi, sleeveless blouse mein, cleavage dikh rahi thi. Arjun ne foran apni nazrein neeche kar leen, uske seene mein jalan ki ek aisi aag uthi jise woh baha nahi sakta tha. Uska lund dheere se sakht hone laga.

Train platform par aakar ruki toh AC 2-Tier coach mein chadhne ki afratafri mach gayi.

Arjun ne aage badhkar bhari suitcase ko pehle upar chadhaya aur phir Vaishali ki taraf hath badhate hue dheemi aawaz mein kaha, “Maa… dhyan se, pair phisal na jaye.”

Lekin isse pehle ki Vaishali Arjun ka hath chhoo pati, peeche se Vikram ne aage badhkar Arjun ka hath halke se jhatak diya aur khud Vaishali ki kamar ko dono haathon se thaam liya, uske boobs ke neeche se.

“Main hoon na sambhalne ke liye,” Vikram ki aawaz mein ek thandi, roab-bhari chetavani thi. Usne Vaishali ko lagbhag upar uthate hue train ke darwaze ke andar kiya aur Arjun ki taraf ghoorte hue bola, “Tu aage chal ke seat number check kar.”

Arjun ne apne honth bheenchte hue sir jhukaya aur compartment ki taraf badh gaya. Uska lund ab poora sakht tha.

Compartment mein char berths thin—do lower, do upper. Vikram ne aate hi lower berth par kabza kiya aur Vaishali ko khidki ke paas apne theek bagal mein bitha liya. Arjun ko samne wali lower berth par baithna pada. Dono ke beech ka fasla mushkil se do foot ka tha.

Train ne jhatka liya aur Mumbai ke shor ko peeche chhodte hue Western Ghats ki taraf daudne lagi. Khidki se aati subah ki roshni Vaishali ke chehre aur uske khule kandhon par seedhi pad rahi thi. Jab bhi train mod leti, Vikram ka bhari kandha aur jaangh Vaishali ke shareer se poori tarah ragad khaati, uske boobs uske baju se dabte the.

“Chai legi?” Vikram ne achanak Vaishali ke kaan ke paas jhukte hue pucha. Uski garam saansein Vaishali ki gardan par padin toh uske badan mein ek thandi sarsarahat daud gayi, chut aur geeli ho gayi.

“Nahi… abhi nahi,” Vaishali ne dabi aawaz mein kaha, uska dhyan samne baithe Arjun par tha jo window ki taraf dekhne ka natak kar raha tha.

“Pee le, fresh lagega,” Vikram ne panty ki jeb se wallet nikala aur pantry boy ko aawaz di. Usne do cup chai li, ek Vaishali ko thamaayi aur doosra khud peene laga. Arjun ko usne pucha tak nahi.

Safar aage badhne laga. Panvel cross karne ke baad Ghats ki hariyali shuru ho gayi. Vaishali ko garmi lag rahi thi, usne anjaane mein apne pallu ko thoda dhila kiya taaki hawa lage, lekin jaise hi pallu sarka, uske gehre blouse ka ubhar aur gale ka cut thoda aur wazeh ho gaya, cleavage gehra dikhne laga, boobs ka shape saaf. Samne baithe Arjun ki nazar galti se wahan gayi aur agle hi pal uske kaan sharm aur takleef se laal ho gaye. Usne jaldi se sir ghuma kar bahar dekhna shuru kiya. Uska lund aur sakht ho gaya.

Yeh harkat Vikram ki teekhi nazron se chhupi nahi rahi.

Vikram ke chehre par ek ajeeb si malikana aur jalan-bhari chamak ubhar aayi. Usne apna ek pair samne wali seat ke kone par faila diya aur apna bayen haath Vaishali ke kandhe par se ghooma kar uski doosri taraf ki nangi kamar par rakh diya. Ungliyon ka dabaav itna saaf tha ki saree ka kapda uski skin mein dab gaya. Usne dheere se uski kamar se neeche haath sarkaya, chut ke upar se.

“Thand lag rahi hai kya?” Vikram ne poore dhang se Arjun ke samne hi pucha.

Vaishali ne ghabra kar Vikram ka haath hatane ki halki si koshish ki. “Nahi… theek hoon main. Aap hath…”

“Meri biwi hai tu, jahan man karega wahan haath rakhunga,” Vikram ne aawaz mein aisi ainth ke sath kaha jo Arjun ke kaano mein pighle hue seesay ki tarah utri. Vikram ne apni ungliyon ko uski kamar par thoda aur kaskar dhar diya, chut ke upar se ragda, aur aage jhukte hue Vaishali ke gaal par apne honth chhuye. “Goa pahunchte-pahunchte tujhe aadat daalni padegi. Wahan toh kapde aur bhi kam honge. Teri chut ko bhi.”

Vaishali ka poora chehra sharm, gusse aur be-basi se tamtama utha. Uski aankhein jhuk gayin, god mein bandhi mutthiyan thartharaane lagin. Woh chikhna chahti thi, kehna chahti thi ki uska apna beta samne baitha hai, par uske hont siye hue the. Uski chut geeli ho chuki thi, Vikram ke haath ke neeche.

Arjun se ab wahan baithna bardasht nahi ho raha tha. Uska dam ghut raha tha. Woh achanak apni seat se utha.

“Kahan ja raha hai?” Vikram ne beparwah andaz mein pucha.

“Washroom… aur thoda bahar khada hota hoon,” Arjun ne bina unki taraf dekhe kaha aur tezi se parda kheench kar corridor ki taraf nikal gaya. Washroom mein usne apna lund nikaala aur sochne laga uski maa ke boobs, cleavage, Vikram ka haath.

Jaise hi Arjun gaya, Vikram ne Vaishali ko apni taraf thoda aur kheench liya. “Dekh rahi hai? Launda sharma raha hai. Uske samne tu thoda aur khul ke raha kar. Jitna tu dabegi, utna use ajeeb lagega. Aur main chahta hoon woh dekhe.”

Vaishali ne thake hue lehze mein aankhein band kar leen. Train ki patriyon ki khad-khad aawaz ke beech use lag raha tha ki yeh safar sirf Goa tak ka nahi hai—yeh uski aakhri maryada ko Arjun ke samne hi tinka-tinka bikherne ka safar hai, aur abhi toh sirf dopahar hui thi, raat ki train abhi baaki thi. Uski chut ab bhi uske haath ke neeche geeli thi.





Shaam dhalte-dhalte Konkan Kanya Ratnagiri ke aage nikal chuki thi. Bahar ka manzar andhere mein doob gaya tha, aur coach ke andar ki fluorescent lights band karke sirf halki, neeli night-lights chhod di gayi thin. AC ki thandi hawa cabin mein sarsara rahi thi, jiske sath train ke pahiye patriyon par lagatar ek thanda, rhythm-bhara shor paida kar rahe the.

Compartment ka bhari parda kheench diya gaya tha.

Vikram ne berth distribution pehle hi tay kar liya tha. Usne Arjun ko seedhe aadesh diya tha ki woh neeche wali samne ki single berth par soye, jabki usne Vaishali ko apne sath upar wali berth par chadhne ko kaha.

Vaishali ne darrte hue inkaar karne ki koshish ki thi, “Wahan upar jagah bohot kam hoti hai… main neeche Arjun ke samne so jaati hoon, aap akele upar—”

“Maine jo kaha, wahi hoga,” Vikram ne uski baat beech mein hi kaat di thi, aawaz mein wahi be-khauf alpha roab tha. “Honeymoon par nikle hain, alag-alag bistar par sone ka koi matlab nahi banta.”

Vaishali ko chupchap seedhi par pair rakh kar upar chadhna pada. Uski peach silk saree ka pallu pairon mein ulajh raha tha, nangi kamar aur peeth ka hissa upar chadhne ke chakkar mein thoda aur khul gaya tha, cleavage se boobs ka curve dikh raha tha. Neeche baithe Arjun ne ek pal ke liye us manzar ko dekha, aur agle hi pal sharm aur bebasii se dono haathon se apna sar pakad kar berth par let gaya. Usne chadar ko apne kaanon tak kheench liya, jaise bahar ki duniya ko poori tarah mita dena chahta ho. Uska lund dheere se uth raha tha.

Upar ki berth par aate hi jagah waqai behad tang thi. Ek single berth par do logon ka letna mushkil tha, jiska matlab tha ki unhe ek-doosre se poori tarah chipak kar hi rehna padega.

Vikram pehle hi chadha hua tha. Jaise hi Vaishali aakar leti, usne bina kisi hichkichahat ke ek moti railway blanket dono ke upar daal di. Andhere mein blanket ke neeche achanak garmahat badh gayi.

Vikram ne Vaishali ko peeth ki taraf se ghoomaya aur apne seene se chipka liya. Uska bhari, pathar jaisa jism Vaishali ki naram peeth par poori tarah dab gaya. Usne apna ek bhaari haath Vaishali ke pet par rakha, jahan saree ka kapda sarka hua tha, aur ungliyon ko seedhe uski nangi chamdi par kas diya. Phir haath upar sarka, blouse ke neeche se uske boobs ko pakda, nipple ko ungliyon mein liya.

“Vikram… mat kijiye,” Vaishali ne uske kaan ke paas bilkul phusphusate hue minnat ki. Uski saansein phool rahi thin, “Neeche Arjun hai… parda itna patla hai, koi bhi aahat—”

“Toh chup reh na,” Vikram ne uski gardan ke piche, jahan baal bikhre the, apne garam honth tikate hue dheere se kaha. Uski daadhi ka chhubhan Vaishali ki naazuk jild par aag laga rahi thi. Usne uski gardan ko chaata, phir honthon par aa gaya. Kiss gehra tha. Uski jeebh uske honthon ko kholi, andar gayi, uski jeebh se mili. Smooch ki awaaz dheemi thi, blanket ke neeche. Vaishali ne kiss wapas kiya, dheere, phir tez. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi.

“Agar aawaz nikaalegi, toh use hi sunayi dega. Mujhe koi farq nahi padta.”

Vikram ka haath aahista-aahista upar ki taraf sarka. Usne saree ke patle pallu ko hataya aur sleeveless blouse ke gehre gale par apni ungliyan phiraane laga. Uski pakad naram nahi thi; usme wahi ghuroor aur daavedaari thi jo kisi cheez ko jeetne ke baad dikhayi jaati hai. Jab usne Vaishali ke gale par halka sa daant gadaaya, toh Vaishali ke munh se ek dabi hui siski nikalne ko hui, jise usne foran apni chadar ka kona daanton mein dabakar rok liya. “Mmm—”

Vaishali ka dil dahal raha tha. Use theek neeche letay hue Arjun ka ehsaas tha. Woh jaanti thi ki train ki thodi si khamoshi mein bhi har ek sarsarahat, har ek saans neeche tak ja sakti hai.

Lekin is bepanah darr ke beech, pichhle teen dino ka ruka hua nasha aur sharer ki zidd achanak ubharne lagi. Jab Vikram ne apna doosra haath blanket ke andar uski dono jaanghon ke beech dabaya, saree ke neeche se, panty ke upar se uski chut ko ragda, toh uski saans ukhadne lagi. Jism ne bina ijazat ke us garmahat ko qabool karna shuru kar diya tha. Uski chut geeli thi, ras beh raha tha.

Vikram ne uski haalat ko andhere mein hi bhaamp liya. Uske honthon par wahi jeet ki muskaan aayi. Usne Vaishali ke kaan mein bilkul dabi aawaz mein kaha, “Din mein Arjun ke sath khade hoke sharma rahi thi na? Ab dekh, tu kitni jaldi garam hoti hai mere sath. Teri chut geeli hai.”

Usne panty side ki, ungli andar daali, dheere. Vaishali ki peeth ubhar gayi. Ek aur dabi moan. “Ahh—” Usne chadar mein daant gada diye. Vikram ne kiss toda, uske honthon ko chusa, jeebh andar, aur ungli se uski chut ko dheere-dheere chodne laga. Soft, gehra, ready karte hue.

Vaishali ne apni aankhein kas ke band kar leen. Aansu uski palkon ke kone se nikal kar train ke safed takiye mein jazb ho gaye. Uske andar do hisse lad rahe the—ek hissa jo neeche so rahe bete ke khayal se zameen mein dhas raha tha, aur doosra hissa jo is jawan mard ki malikana giraft mein poori tarah pighal kar uske har dabi hui harqat par tharthara raha tha. Uski chut uski ungliyon ko pakad rahi thi.

Neeche wali berth par Arjun leta hua tha.

Train ke AC ki thandi hawa uske chehre par lag rahi thi, lekin uska gala bilkul sookh chuka tha. Chadar kaano par hone ke bawajood, upar ki berth par se aane wali thodi-thodi aahat use saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi—blanket ki sarsarahat, berth ke lohe ki halki si lachak, aur uski maa ki wahi ghuti-ghuti, dabi hui saansein, kiss ki awaaz.

Arjun ne bistar par pade-pade apni mutthiyan itni zor se bheenchi ki uske nakhun hatheliyon mein gadh gaye. Uske seene mein aag jal rahi thi, par woh hil tak nahi sakta tha. Uska lund sakht tha. Woh us daldal ka hissa khud bana tha, aur ab uske paas bas us andhere mein chupchap ghutne ke siva koi rasta nahi bacha tha.

Upar, Vikram ne apna daawa poori tarah mazboot kar liya tha. Usne Vaishali ko ready kiya, ungliyon se, kiss se, uske boobs ko chus kar. Raat ke lagbhag do baje jab sab kuch shaant hua, toh usne Vaishali ko apni baahon mein qaid kiye hue hi neend ki aagosh mein chhod diya. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, uski ungliyon se.

Vaishali andhere mein chhat ko taakti rahi. Saree bikhri hui thi, badan par nayi thakan thi, aur uski aatma par ek aur aisi lakeer khinch chuki thi jise mita pana ab kismat ke bhi bas mein nahi tha. Parde ke us paar, train Goa ki sarhad ki taraf tezi se badhe ja rahi thi.




Blanket ke neeche andhera ghana tha. Vikram ki ungliyan Vaishali ki chut ke andar dheere-dheere chal rahi thin. Geeli thi, garam, aur har baar jab ungli andar jaati toh uski deewar use kas ke pakadti. Vaishali ne apna haath munh par rakha, daant uski ungliyon mein gada diye. Ek dabi hui saans uske gale se nikal gayi, “Mmm—” Train ki khad-khad ke beech woh awaaz kho gayi, lekin uske jism ne use mehsoos kiya.

Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas munh rakha. Uski daadhi uski gardan ko chubha rahi thi. “Daalun?” usne dheere se pucha. Awaaz mein koi jaldi nahi thi, sirf woh alpha sawal jo jawab pehle se jaanta tha.

Vaishali ki aankhen andhere mein khuli thin. Neeche Arjun ki berth thi. Usne socha, woh so raha hoga. Agar awaaz nikli toh sun lega. Uski chut ne phir se jhanjhana di, Vikram ki ungliyon ke around. Usne uski aankhon mein dekha. Guilt aur horniness ek saath thin. Usne dheere se sir hila diya. “Theek hai… par thoda dheere.”

Vikram ne ungli bahar nikali. Uski ungliyan uske ras se geeli thin. Usne apna pajama neeche kiya. Lund bahar aaya, sakht, garam, uski jaangh se chipka hua. Usne use uski chut par set kiya. Supada geeli daane se chhua. Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Usne apna haath aur kas ke daanton mein dabaya.

Vikram ne dheere se dhakka maara. Supada andar gaya, phir aur. Lund uske andar chalta gaya, dheere, uski deewar ko kholta hua. Vaishali ki peeth berth se ubhar gayi. Ek lambi, dabi gasp uske gale se nikli, “Ahh—” Usne haath mein daant gada diye taaki awaaz na nikle. Poora lund andar chala gaya. Uski chut use pakad rahi thi, garam, geeli.

“Kitna tight hai,” Vikram ne dheere se kaha, uske kaan mein. Usne dheere se bahar nikala, tip tak, phir andar. Slow. Deep. Har dhakka uske pet tak ja raha tha. Berth halki si lachak rahi thi. Vaishali ki saans tooti hui thi. Usne apni taangein uski hips ke gird kas di. Uska jism uske saath chipak gaya.

Vikram ne uske honthon par apna munh rakha. Kiss gehra tha. Uski jeebh andar gayi, uski jeebh se mili. Vaishali ne kiss wapas kiya, uske honthon ko chusa, uski jeebh ko apne munh mein liya. Uski ungliyan uski peeth par thin, kurte ko pakad rahi thin. Slow thrust jaari tha. Lund bahar aata, andar jaata, geeli awaaz blanket ke neeche dabi hui. Phach. Dheemi.

Vaishali ki aankhen band thin. Guilt uske seene mein thi—Arjun neeche tha, uski maa upar is mard ke neeche thi. Lekin uski chut ne use andar le liya tha, poora, aur woh uske saath hil rahi thi. Horniness ne guilt ko daba diya. Usne uske gale par kiss kiya, uske honthon ko kaata, dheere. “Dheere…” usne kiss ke beech kaha, awaaz kaanpti hui.

Vikram ne uske boobs pakde, blouse ke neeche se, nipple ko ungliyon mein liya, aur thrust jaari rakhe. Slow, deep, raw. Uska jism uske upar tha, bhaari, malikana. Vaishali ne use aur kas ke pakda. Uski taangein uski kamar par thin, uska lund uske andar gehra. Har dhakka uske pet tak mehsoos ho raha tha. Usne socha, main ruk nahi pa rahi. Arjun sun lega. Phir bhi usne use chhoda nahi.

Train chalti rahi. Berth lachak rahi thi. Blanket ke neeche unki saans ek saath thi, kiss ki awaaz, geeli thrust ki awaaz. Vaishali ki chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, ras beh raha tha. Vikram ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Aise hi. Chup. Main dheere hi rahunga.”

Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Aansu nikal aaye, lekin usne use kiss karti rahi, taangein kas, jism uske saath. Guilt thi. Horniness thi. Aur Vikram ka raw, malikana sparsh tha jo use tod raha tha aur jod raha tha, ek saath, andhere berth par, neeche uske bete ke upar.




Neeche Arjun leta hua tha, chadar kaanon tak kheench, lekin neend nahi aa rahi thi. Upar se aane wali awaazein us tak pahunch rahi thin. Blanket ki dheemi sarsarahat, berth ki halki lachak, aur uski maa ki dabi hui saansein. Usne samajh liya tha kya ho raha hai. Vikram uske upar hai. Uski maa uske neeche hai. Har geeli awaaz, har dabi moan uske kaano mein gir rahi thi. Uska lund sakht tha, lekin usne haath nahi lagaya. Sirf suna. Guilt aur garmi ek saath uske seene mein thi.

Upar, Vikram garam ho chuka tha. Uske thrust ab tez ho gaye the, lekin ab bhi dheere, raw. Lund poora andar jaata, uski chut ki aakhri deewar ko chhuta. Vaishali pehle hi aa chuki thi. Uski chut uske lund ko kas ke pakad rahi thi, ras beh raha tha, jism kaanp raha tha. Usne uske honthon par apna munh rakha taaki moan na nikle. “Ahh—” dabi awaaz uske munh mein kho gayi.

Vikram ne aakhri tez, gehre dhakke maare. Ek. Do. Teen. Raw. Lund poora andar dhasa, uske pet tak. Usne uski jaanghon ko kas ke pakda aur ruk gaya. Uska jism sakht hua. Garam virya uski chut ke andar chhoota, lambi dhaar mein, gehra. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Ek lambi, kaanpti gasp uske gale se nikli, uske honthon ke against. Dono ki saans tez thi, ek dusre ke munh par gir rahi thi. Berth ab bhi dheemi dheemi lachak rahi thi.

Vikram uske upar leta raha, lund ab bhi andar, dheere dheere naram hota hua. Usne uske maathe par kiss kiya, phir gale par. Vaishali ki taangein ab bhi uski hips par thin. Usne dheere se kaha, saans tez, “Mujhe… fresh hona hai.”

Vikram ne sir hila diya. “Theek hai.” Usne lund bahar nikala, dheere. Virya uski jaanghon par beh gaya. Woh palat gaya, aankhen band kar li, aur neend ki taraf chala gaya. Uski saans seedhi ho gayi.

Vaishali ne saree theek ki, jitna ho saka. Pallu se apni jaanghein ponchhi. Uska jism kaanp raha tha, chut geeli, uske virya se bhari. Usne dheere se seedhi pakdi aur neeche utri. Pair zameen par pade toh thandak lagi. Compartment andhera tha, sirf neeli night-light.

Arjun ab bhi leta hua tha, lekin aankhen khuli thin. Usne use dekh liya. Vaishali ne uski nazar pakdi. Ek pal ke liye dono ki aankhen mili. Arjun ne kuch nahi kaha. Usne sirf dekha. Vaishali ka chehra garam ho gaya. Guilt uske seene mein tez dhakka mara. Woh jaanti thi usne suna hai. Sab. Uski dabi moan, Vikram ke thrust, uska aana.

Usne apni lower berth par baith gayi, peeth Arjun ki taraf, chehra khidki ki taraf. Chadar apne upar kheench li. Uski saans ab bhi tez thi. Usne aankhen band ki. Neend nahi aayi. Woh jaanti thi Arjun ne sab suna hai, aur ab woh uske saamne baithi hai, uske virya ab bhi uske andar, aur train Goa ki taraf badh rahi hai. Guilt uske gale mein atki hui thi, lekin uska jism ab bhi garam tha.




Subah ke lagbhag aath baje jab Konkan Kanya Madgaon junction par aakar ruki, toh compartment ke andar ka mahol baraf ki tarah jam chuka tha. Raat ka andhera dhal chuka tha, aur bahar se aati subah ki chamakdaar dhoop coach ke pardo ko cheer kar andar phail rahi thi.

Vaishali ne pichhle char ghante ek pal ke liye bhi aankh nahi jhapki thi. Uska poora jism toot raha tha—ek ajeeb si thakan, jism ke andar basi beeti raat ki chhuwan, uski chut ab bhi uske virya se geeli, aur sabse badhkar uske seene par chhaya apradhbodh ka pahaad. Uske samne baithe Arjun ne subah se ek baar bhi uski taraf nazar utha kar nahi dekha tha. Woh chupchap dono trolley bags ko seat ke neeche se nikaal raha tha, uske jabde sakht the aur hath pathar jaise thehre hue the. Uska lund ab bhi yaad se sakht tha.

Raat ki woh neeli light, berth par se aati sarsarahat, uski maa ki dabi moan, aur aakhir mein seedhi se utarte waqt mili woh aakhri khamosh nazar—yeh sab dono ke beech ek an-kahi cheekh ban kar goonj raha tha.

“Chalo, utro. Cab bahar khadi hai,” Vikram ne aalsi andaz mein angdaai lete hue kaha.

Uski t-shirt par se raat ki befikri saaf jhalak rahi thi. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa santusht, vijeta jaisa ghamand tha—woh poori tarah taaza lag raha tha, jaise raat ke us tanav ne use thakane ke bajaye aur zyada taqatwar bana diya ho. Usne beparwah hokar Vaishali ke kandhe par apna bhaari haath rakha, uske boobs ke paas, aur use platform ki bheed mein aage badha diya.

Vaishali ka dil dahal gaya. Uska pallu haath se phisla toh usne foran dono haathon se use kaskar seene par baandh liya, cleavage chhupane ke liye. Uske kandhe par Vikram ka garam haath us waqt kisi daagte hue lohe jaisa lag raha tha, khaaskar tab jab theek do kadam peeche Arjun dono bhari suitcase uthaye chal raha tha.

Cab South Goa ke ek luxury coastal resort ki taraf nikal padi. Raste bhar khidki ke bahar khajoor ke ped, purane Portuguese makan aur laal mitti ka rasta nikalta raha, par car ke andar ghutan aisi thi jaise saans lene ke liye hawa hi na bachi ho. Vikram ka haath uski jaangh par tha, dheere dheere upar sarak raha tha.

Resort ke reception par pahunchte hi Vikram ne keycard uthaya. Connecting rooms the—ek bada master suite Vikram aur Vaishali ke liye jisme samne seedhe samundar ka nazaara dikhta tha, aur theek uske bagal mein ek chhota room jiska darwaza andar se suite ke hall mein khulta tha, Arjun ke liye.

Room mein kadam rakhte hi Arjun ne dono luggage bag floor par rakhe. “Main… bagal wale kamre mein hoon,” usne bina kisi ki taraf dekhe dabi aawaz mein kaha.

“Ruk,” Vikram ne bed par girte hue toka. “Shaam ko beach par chalna hai. Thoda fresh ho le, phir bahar nikalte hain. Aur Meera, tu woh halki sleeveless saree nikaal le jo subah boli thi.”

Arjun ne darwaza kheench kar band kar liya. Kadi lagne ki halki aawaz aayi.

Vaishali suite ke beechon-beech jam kar khadi reh gayi. Uska chehra sharm aur darr se peela pad chuka tha. Jab Vikram washroom gaya, toh usne kaanpte haathon se suitcase khola. Vikram ke aadesh ke mutabiq wahi sea-green georgette ki sheer saree aur deep-cut sleeveless blouse bahar rakha hua tha. Blouse itna gehra tha ki uske boobs ka aadha hissa dikhega.

Usne kapde badle, par har ek harkat par uski aatma cheekh rahi thi. Aaine ke samne khadi hui toh usne dekha ki gale aur kandhon par raat ke dabe hue nishaan abhi bhi roshni mein ubhar rahe the. Usne concealer uthaya aur ek-ek daag ko mittane ki koshish ki, par dil ke andar baitha guilt kisi cream se nahi chhip sakta tha. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi. Usne khud ko aaine mein ghoora:

Kal raat maine Arjun ke sunte hue khud ko nahi roka… aur ab main yahan is naye libaas mein uske samne khadi houngi. Cleavage khuli, boobs dikhte hue.

Shaam ke paanch baje jab teeno resort se nikalkar private beach ki taraf badhe, toh thandi samundari hawa chal rahi thi. Suraj dhire-dhire paani mein doob raha tha, aasmaan par narangi aur baingani rang phail chuke the.

Vaishali ki georgette saree hawa ke sath tezi se lehra rahi thi, uska patla kapda uske jism ke curve ke sath chipak raha tha, boobs ka shape saaf, cleavage gehra. Uske khule kandhe aur peeth par hawa lag rahi thi, par uske andar ek khaufnaak thandak thi.

Vikram ne bina kisi sankoch ke aage badhkar apna haath Vaishali ki nangi kamar par rakh diya. Ungliyon ka dabaav itna saaf tha ki saree ka kapda uski kamar par dab gaya. Usne use apni taraf kheench liya, uske boobs uske seene se dab gaye.

“Aap… hath hataiye na,” Vaishali ne bilkul dheemi, kaanpti hui fariyad ki. Uski nazrein chaar kadam peeche chal rahe Arjun par thin, jo ret par sir jhukaye chal raha tha. “Arjun peeche hai… log dekh rahe hain.”

“Toh dekhne de,” Vikram ne beparwah hokar uski gardan ke paas jhukte hue kaha. Uski aawaz mein wahi ainth thi. “Maine pehle hi kaha tha, yeh hamari honeymoon hai. Tu meri biwi hai, main tere sath jaise chahun waise chalunga. Usko sharm aati hai toh aage nikal jaye ya piche rahe.” Usne uski gardan par honth rakhe, chaata, phir gaal par.

Usne Vaishali ke gaal par halke se apne honth chhue. Yeh koi kamre ka andhera nahi tha; yeh khula aasmaan tha, samundar ka kinara tha, aur theek unke piche uska apna beta chal raha tha. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi, Vikram ke sparsh se.

Vaishali ke pair wahi ret par jam gaye. Uska gala ruddh gaya, palkon ke kone par aansu thehar gaye. Uske seene mein raat ki saari aawazein phir se goonjne lagin—berth ki lachak, uski apni dabi hui siskiyan, aur Arjun ki khuli hui aankhein.

Arjun ne achanak apna rasta thoda alag kar liya. Woh ret par chalte-chalte samundar ke paani ke kareeb chala gaya, jahan lehrein uske jooton ko bhigo rahi thin. Usne palat kar un dono ki taraf nahi dekha. Uski peeth unki taraf thi, kandhe jhuke hue the, jaise us ret ke maidan par woh poori tarah akela aur toota hua khada ho. Uska lund sakht tha, uski maa ke boobs, Vikram ka haath, sab yaad aa raha tha.

Vaishali ne door khade Arjun ke saye ko dekha, phir apni kamar par kase hue Vikram ke bhaari haath ko mehsoos kiya. Hawa georgette ke pallu ko baar-baar uda rahi thi, uske boobs ko expose karti, par uske andar ka sannaata ab pehle se kahin zyada bhari ho chuka tha—ek aisa safar jahan har agla kadam uski purani mamta aur izzat ko reza-reza kar raha tha, aur uski chut ab bhi uske liye geeli ho rahi thi.






Agli subah South Goa ke resort mein dhoop kaafi tez aur chamakdaar thi. Khidki ke parde khule the, aur bahar palm trees aur samundar ki lehron ka shor kamre tak aa raha tha.

Suite ke andar ka mahol baraf ki tarah shant tha. Vikram ne bathroom se nikal kar bed par ek bada shopping bag phenka, jo usne kal aate waqt resort ke boutique se liya tha.

“Meera, aaj sightseeing ke liye nikalna hai. Old Goa ke churches aur Panjim market. Aur aaj tu yeh pehnegi,” Vikram ne aadesh diya. Uski aawaz mein wahi be-khauf, aamirana roab tha jisme kisi inkaar ki gunjaish nahi hoti thi.

Vaishali ne darrte-darrte bag ke andar haath daala. Uska haath jis kapde par pada, woh koi saree ya salwar-suit nahi tha.

Woh ek deep-navy blue rang ka fitted, knee-length wrap dress—ek one-piece tha. Kapda behad naram, stretchable jersey fabric ka tha jo shareer ki har ek lakeer ke sath chipakne ke liye bana tha. Neckline aage se behad deep V-cut thi, jo collarbone ke kaale mole aur seene ke ubhar, uske heavy boobs ke inner curve ko saaf khol kar rakh rahi thi. Sleeves bilkul nahi the—sirf patle straps the jo kandhon par theharna the, aur kamar ke ek taraf ek patli dori thi jise baandhne par kapda pet aur kamar ke curve par bilkul fit baithta tha, hips ko tightly outline karta.

Vaishali ke haath kaanp gaye. Uski aankhon mein bepanah khauf aur sharm tair gayi. Uski chut ke andar ek halki si jhanjhanahut hui. “Yeh… yeh one-piece? Main… main aisi umar mein yeh kaise pehan sakti hoon? Maine poori zindagi saree ke alawa kuch nahi pehna… aur Arjun bahar hai. Main uske samne aise nahi aa sakti! Yeh toh… sab dikhega.”

Vikram do kadam aage badha. Uska bhari jism Vaishali ke theek samne aakar khada ho gaya. Usne ek haath se Vaishali ki thhodi ko kaskar upar uthaya, uski aankhon mein seedha ghoorte hue bola, “Pehle toh yeh ‘aisi umar’ bolna band kar. Tu 40 saal ki budhiya nahi lagti, aur na hi main tujhe kisi gareeb ki mausi bana kar ghumane laya hoon. Tu Vikram Deshmukh ki biwi hai. Goa aayi hai toh Goa jaise kapde pehnegi. Tere boobs, teri kamar, teri taangein—sab dikhengi. Aur Arjun dekhega toh dekhe, use pata chalna chahiye ki uski bhabhi modern duniya mein kaise rehti hai, kitni chudne layak lagti hai. Chupchap pehan, pandrah minute mein gaadi niche aa rahi hai.”

Vikram bahar nikal gaya aur darwaza band kar diya.

Vaishali suite ke aaine ke samne khadi reh gayi. Uske haath tharthara rahe the. Usne kaanpte haathon se apni purani bra aur petticoat utaara. Jab usne woh navy blue one-piece apne sar se neeche daala, toh naram kapda uske jism ke sath kisi doosri skin ki tarah chipak gaya. Uske boobs ko tightly push kiya, cleavage gehra ban gaya, nipples ka shape halka sa dikhne laga.

Aaine mein dekhte hi Vaishali ka dam ghutne laga.

Pehli baar uski nangi taangein—ghutno se lekar niche tak—bina kisi saree ke ghere ke poori tarah be-parda thin. Patle straps ne uske bhare hue kandhon ko khula chhod diya tha. Deep V-neckline ki wajah se uske seene ki gehari lakeer, heavy boobs ka ubhar, aur kal raat ke dabe hue nishaan dhoop mein saaf dikh rahe the. Kamar ki dori kaste hi uske hips aur kamar ka poora curve bina kisi parde ke ubhar aaya tha. Uske paas apna pallu bheenchte hue chhipane ke liye kuch nahi bacha tha. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi, kapda us par chipak raha tha.

Usne thode se baal aage karke seene ko dhaanpne ki naakam koshish ki, maang ka sindoor us modern libaas ke sath ek ajeeb sa virodhabhas paida kar raha tha.

Jab woh suite ka darwaza khol kar connecting hall mein aayi, toh Arjun pehle se wahan khada tha, haath mein paani ki bottle liye.

Darwaze ke khulne ki aawaz par Arjun ne aam dhang se sir uthaya. Aur agle hi pal, Arjun ki saansein uske gale mein hi atak gayin.

Uska chehra safed pad gaya. Uski aankhein pathra gayi thin. Samne uski 40 saal ki maa khadi thi—jisne pichhle bees saal sirf ghisisi-piti, dabi hui cotton sarees mein sar jhuka kar guzare the. Aaj woh ek modern, body-hugging one-piece dress mein khadi thi. Khuli taangein, bare kandhe, deep cut neckline se boobs ka aadha hissa dikh raha tha, aur kamar par chipka hua kapda. Arjun ki nazrein ek pal ke liye uske jism ke us naye roop par thami, uske boobs, hips, taangon par, aur agle hi second be-inteha sharm, gusse aur dard ke maare Arjun ne tezi se apna sar deewar ki taraf ghuma liya. Uska lund sakht ho gaya.

Vaishali ke gaal aag ki tarah sulag uthe. Usne dono haath aage baandh kar apne seene ko chhipane ki koshish ki, uski aawaz ruddh gayi, “Arjun… woh…”

Lekin Arjun ne ek lafz nahi kaha. Uski mutthiyan band thin, gardan jhuki hui thi, aur uske seene ki tezi se chalti saansein bata rahi thin ki uske andar kitna bada toofan phoot raha tha. Woh soch raha tha kitni alag dikh rahi hai, kitni exposed.

Tabhi peeche se Vikram aaya. Usne Vaishali ko sar se paon tak dekha. Vikram ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa aamirana, bhookha ghamand phail gaya.

“Perfect,” Vikram ne aage badhkar bina kisi hichkichahat ke apna bhari haath Vaishali ki nangi, khuli kamar par rakh diya, jahan dress ki dori bandhi thi. Usne Vaishali ko apni taraf kheench liya, uske boobs uske seene se dab gaye, aur Arjun ke theek samne uski nangi gardan par jhukte hue bola, “Dekha? Saree mein itna curve pata nahi chalta tha. Ab lag rahi hai meri biwi. Tere boobs kitne ubhar rahe hain.”

Usne Arjun ki taraf dekh kar ek halki, teekhi muskaan phenki, “Chalo Arjun, bags car mein daal. Aaj pura Goa ghoomenge.”

Pura din ek azaab ban gaya. Old Goa ke Se Cathedral aur Basilica of Bom Jesus ke aage jab woh dhoop mein chal rahe the, toh har aate-jaate tourist ki nazar Vaishali par pad rahi thi—ek matured, gharelu chehre wali aurat jiske gale mein bhari mangalsutra tha, maang mein sindoor, aur jism par bilkul chipka hua one-piece dress, cleavage gehra, taangein nangi.

Vikram ne ek pal ke liye bhi apna haath uski kamar ya uske khule kandhe se nahi hataya. Har do kadam par woh use apne kareeb kheench leta, uske kaan mein jhuk kar baat karta, uski gardan ko chhuta, aur Vaishali lachari se bas apna sar jhukaye rakhti. Uski chut geeli thi, kapda us par chipak raha tha.

Arjun unse paanch kadam peeche chal raha tha. Uski dhoop mein tapti aankhein sirf zameen par tiki thin. Har baar jab hawa chalti aur us navy blue dress ka kapda uski maa ke jism se aur kaskar chipakta, uske boobs aur hips ko outline karta, Arjun ke dil par aari chal jaati. Uska lund sakht rehta.

Vaishali ko har kadam par lag raha tha jaise woh nangi chal rahi ho. Ek taraf Arjun ki wahi tooti hui khamoshi thi jo use pal-pal uske apradhbodh ki yaad dila rahi thi, aur doosri taraf Vikram ka woh pathar jaisa haath jo har minute use yeh jata raha tha ki ab woh uski marzi ka ek khilauna ban chuki hai, jise woh jaise chahe waise duniya ke samne be-parda kar sakta tha. Uski chut ab bhi uske sparsh se geeli ho rahi thi.




Dopahar dhal chuki thi, aur Goa ke Majorda beach par dhoop halki narangi hone lagi thi. Ret par thandi hawa chal rahi thi, aur samundar ki lehrein shor machati hui kinare tak aa rahi thin.

Vikram, Vaishali aur Arjun beach ke ek wooden shack ke neeche baithe the. Shack mein bamboo ki kursiyan aur chhat par sookhe taad ke patte lage the. Vaishali abhi bhi usi navy-blue wrap dress mein thi, jiske patle straps aur deep neckline par dhoop aur samundari namak ki halki si thandak jam gayi thi. Kapda uske boobs se chipka hua tha, cleavage gehra dikh raha tha, taangein nangi. Har aate-jaate shakhs ki nazar uske is bold aur parivaarik roop ke ajeeb mel par rukti thi, jisse bachne ke liye usne dono haath apni god mein kaskar baandh rakhe the. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, kapda us par chipak raha tha.

Thodi der baad Vaishali ne dheemi aawaz mein kaha, “Main thoda washroom ho kar aati hoon… ret lag gayi hai.”

Vikram ne beer ka glass uthate hue bas sar hila diya, “Jao, aaram se aao.”

Jaise hi Vaishali shack ke pichhle hisse ki taraf gayi, table par achanak ek bhaari, dam-ghotne wala sannata chha gaya. Samne Arjun baitha tha, t-shirt ki aasteen ko unglion se marodta hua, nazrein samundar ki taraf tiki thin jahan kuch videshi ladkiyan bikinis mein ghoom rahi thin. Unke boobs, hips dekh raha tha.

Vikram ne Arjun ki taraf dekha. Uske honthon par ek ajeeb si teekhi muskaan tair gayi. Usne beer ki bottle se Arjun ke glass mein thodi drink daali aur aage jhukte hue, bilkul aam mardana lahze mein kaha:

“Kya dekh raha hai udhar? Yeh college ki kachhi ladkiyon ko dekh kar kya karega? Unke chhote boobs, patli kamar… kuch nahi.”

Arjun ka haath glass par thehar gaya. Usne thoda ajeeb mehsoos karte hue nazrein mod li, “Kuch nahi bhaiya… bas aise hi dekh raha tha.”

Vikram ne ek ghunt liya aur kursii ke sahare peeche phailte hue aawaz ko thoda dheema aur gehra kar diya. Uske lahze mein wahi kanoor, alpha ghamand tha jise chhupane ki usne koi koshish nahi ki:

“Sach bolun toh… in kachhi ladkiyon se hazaar guna behtar teri nayi bhabhi hai. Dekha uska jism? Boobs kitne bhaari hain, kamar kitni patli, hips kitne wide. Honey jaisi hai bed pe. Jitna bhi chodo, mann nahi bharta. Poora jism pighal kar paani ho jata hai uska. Chut itni geeli, itni tight, kitna bhi andar daalo, aur mangti hai. Aisi aurat kismat se milti hai.”

Arjun ke kaan jaise sunn pad gaye. Uska dil ek jhatke mein ruk kar phir zorse dhadakne laga. Uski aankhon ke saamne uski maa ka navy blue dress, deep cleavage, nangi taangein aa gayi. Uska lund sakht ho gaya. Uske halaq mein aawaaz atak gayi.

Vikram ne beparwah hokar cigarette jalayi, dhuaan Arjun ke chehre ki taraf chhodte hue bola, “Bahar se kitni sharmaati hai, dekhta hai na? Par bistar par… bilkul shehad jaisi hai. Jitna bhi chhuo, jitna bhi uska maza lo, mann nahi bharta. Raat ko train mein dekha nahi? Kitni dabi siskiyan nikaal rahi thi. Poora jism pighal kar paani ho jata hai uska. Aisi aurat kismat se milti hai. Tu un ladkiyon ko dekh raha hai, main uski chut ka maza le raha hoon.”

Arjun ke badan mein ek khaufnaak thartharahat daud gayi. Uske hath ki mutthi itni kas gayi ki nakhun hatheli cheerne lage. Uski apni maa ke jism ka, uski niji kamzori ka itna khula aur nanga bayaan usi ke samne sunna—kisi zeher ke ghoont se kam nahi tha. Uska dimaag cheekh raha tha ki uth kar samne padi beer ki botal Vikram ke sar par de maare. Par haqeeqat ke bediyon ne use bandh rakha tha—fraud unhone shuru kiya tha, paise unhone liye the, aur ab yeh mard uski maa ko apna haq samajh kar noch raha tha, uske saamne bol raha tha kitni geeli hai, kitni chudti hai.

Arjun ne apne sookhe honthon par ek lachaar, jhoothi muskaan lane ki koshish ki. Palkein jhukate hue dabi aawaz mein bola, “…Achhi baat hai bhaiya, aap khush hain.”

“Khush toh bohot hoon,” Vikram ne aage jhuk kar Arjun ke kandhe par zor se thapki di. “Bas wahi samjha raha tha. Aurat ho toh aisi ho jo har tarah se mard ko baandh ke rakhe. Teri bhabhi aisi hi hai. Kitna bhi chodo, mann nahi bharta.”

Theek usi waqt piche se kadmon ki aahat aayi. Vaishali haath-munh dho kar wapas aa chuki thi. Uske baal aage ki taraf bikhre the, aur chehre par thanda paani lagane ke bawajood wahi pichhle dino ki thakan aur ghabrahat tair rahi thi. Navy blue dress uske boobs se chipka hua tha, cleavage gehra.

Usne aakar dono ko dekha. Table par phaili ajeeb si khamoshi, Vikram ke chehre par wahi be-lagam shaitani muskaan aur Arjun ka thande baraf ki tarah baitha hua laash jaisa wajood—Vaishali ne foran bhaamp liya ki uske peeche yahan kuch aisi baat hui hai jo theek nahi thi.

“Kuch… hua kya?” Vaishali ne jhijhakte hue pucha, kursii par baithte waqt uski navy-blue dress ka kapda thoda upar sarka toh usne jaldi se use theek kiya, taangein dhakne ke liye.

“Kuch nahi,” Vikram ne aage badhkar bina kisi jhijhak ke apna haath Vaishali ki nangi jaangh par rakh diya, jahan dress khatam ho rahi thi, uski soft skin par. Usne Arjun ki aankhon mein dekhte hue Vaishali se kaha, “Bas main aur Arjun mardon wali baatein kar rahe the. Kyun Arjun?”

Arjun ne plate mein rakhe tissue paper ko ghoorte hue bas itna kaha, “Haan… wahi sab.” Uska lund ab bhi sakht tha.

Vaishali ne foran Vikram ka haath apni jaangh se hatane ki koshish ki, par Vikram ki ungliyon ki giraft pathar jaisi mazboot thi. Uski nazrein Arjun ke jhuke hue chehre par thin. Vaishali ka dil dahal gaya—use samajhne mein der nahi lagi ki Vikram ne Arjun ke samne unke band kamre ki maryada ko bhi nilam kar diya hoga, uski chut ke baare mein bola hoga. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi, Vikram ke haath se.

Suraj samundar mein doob chuka tha, aur shack ke charo taraf andhera phailne laga tha. Par us table par baitha har shakhs ek aise andhere mein dhasa hua tha jahan se bahar nikalne ka koi rasta ab kisi ko nazar nahi aa raha tha. Vikram ka haath ab bhi uski jaangh par tha, dheere dheere upar sarak raha tha.

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Beach shack se laute toh raat ke kareeb nau baj chuke the. Arjun bina kuch bole seedha apne connecting room mein chala gaya aur andar se kadi laga li.
Master suite ke andar aakar Vikram ne apni t-shirt utaari aur table par phone rakhte hue bola, “Main niche resort ke lounge se thodi der mein aata hoon, kuch zaroori calls aur ek do cheezein leni hain. Tu tab tak aaraam kar.”
Darwaza band hote hi Vaishali suite ke andar poori tarah akeli reh gayi.
Kamre mein AC ki halki gungunahat aur balcony se aati samundari lehron ki aawaz ke siva koi shor nahi tha. Vaishali bathroom gayi, garm paani se lamba shower liya aur din bhar ki dhoop, namak aur thakan ko badan se dhoya. Paani uske boobs, kamar, chut par behta raha. Par paani uske dimaag mein chal rahi aag ko nahi bujha paaya. Beach par Vikram ka Arjun ke samne woh be-lagam andaaz, pichhle teen dino ka ruka hua nasha, aur train ki berth par mili woh be-inteha garmahat… yeh sab uske andar ek ajeeb si bekarari paida kar rahe the. Uski chut geeli thi, ab bhi.
Uska mann jaanta tha ki kal kya hua tha, par aaj uska jism kisi aur hi raste par chal chuka tha. Usne khud ko samjhana chhod diya tha. Woh jaanti thi ki aaj raat kya hone wala hai—aur sabse badi baat yeh thi ki is baar woh khud is sab se bhaagna nahi chahti thi. Woh ready thi.
Bathroom se nikal kar usne suitcase ke sabse neeche rakhi woh kaali satin nighty nikaali. Kapda behad naram, makhmal jaisa aur translucent tha. Patle spaghetti straps the, aur lambai mushkil se uski jaanghon ke aadh tak aati thi. Uska gehra V-neck uske bhare hue seene, heavy boobs ke ubhar ko khol kar rakh raha tha. Nipples ka shape halka sa dikhta tha.
Usne use pehna. Thanda satin uske garm jism par chipak gaya, boobs ko tightly outline kiya, chut ke upar se chipka. Usne aaine mein dekha—maang mein sindoor tha, gale mein mangalsutra chamak raha tha, aur jism par yeh be-hadd naya libaas. Uski taangein nangi thin, hips wide. Usne halka sa body mist lagaya, baal khol kar kandhon par daale, aur sharm ke maare bed par rakhi ek thandi Kashmiri shawl ko apne kandhon aur seene ke chaaron taraf ache se lapet liya.
Usne suite ki main lights band kar deen, sirf bedside lamp ki dheemi, peeli roshni chhod di. Phir balcony ke kanch ke darwaze ke paas rakhi aaraam-kursi par chupchap baith kar samundar ko taakne lagi. Dil ki dhadkan har beette minute ke sath tez ho rahi thi. Uski chut geeli thi, nighty us par chipak rahi thi.
Lagbhag aadhe ghante baad suite ka darwaza khula.
Vikram andar aaya. Usne kamre ka dim mahol dekha, toh uske chehre par thoda tajjub hua. Usne aage badhkar wall switch se ceiling ki warm ambient light on ki. Kamra roshan hua, toh uski nazar samundar ki taraf muh kiye baithi Vaishali par padi.
“Meera?” Vikram ne achanak rukh badalte hue pucha.
Vaishali ne dhere se gardan ghuma kar uski taraf dekha. Uske gaal aag ki tarah tamtama uthe the, palkein jhuki hui thin. “Ji…”
Vikram ke kadam aage badhe. Uski teekhi, tajurbekar nazron ne foran bhaamp liya ki shawl ke neeche kuch alag hai. Woh aakar bilkul kursi ke samne khada ho gaya. Uski gehri, daavedaar nazrein Vaishali ke surkh chehre par tik gayin. Uska lund dheere se sakht ho raha tha.




“Yeh andhera kyun kiya hua tha?” Vikram ne dheemi, bhari aawaz mein pucha, uske honthon par ek aamirana muskaan aane lagi.
Vaishali se koi jawab nahi bana. Uske honth kaanpe, usne shawl ko thoda aur kaskar pakadne ki koshish ki, par uski jhijhak mein ab inkaar nahi tha—sirf ek be-panah sharm thi.
Vikram ne bina der kiye dono haath aage badhaye aur bade aahista se, par bilkul mazbooti ke sath uske kandhon se shawl ko pakad kar peeche kheench diya. Shawl phisalkar floor par gir gayi.
Roshni mein kaala satin chamak utha.
Gale ka gehra ubhaar, khule gore kandhe, heavy boobs ka shape translucent kapde se saaf, aur chhotay libaas se jhalakti hui uski nangi, bhari taangein—Vaishali ka pura jism jaise be-parda hokar roshan ho gaya tha. Usne ghabra kar dono haathon se apne seene ko chhipane ki koshish ki, par is koshish ne uske badan ke roop ko aur zyada ubhar diya tha. Cleavage gehra, nipples hard.
Vikram ki aankhein ek jhatke mein phail gayin. Uska apna jism tan gaya, saansein bhari ho gayin. Uska lund poora sakht ho gaya, jeans mein dikh raha tha. Ek 40 saal ki gharelu aurat ka yeh roop kisi bhi mard ke hosh udaane ke liye kaafi tha.
“Kamaal lag rahi hai tu…” Vikram ne aage badhkar apna bhari, garam haath uski nangi kamar par tika diya. Uski ungliyon ne satin ke kapde ko pakad kar use kursi se upar uthaya. “Maine kaha tha na, yeh kaala rang sirf tere liye bana hai. Kitni garam dikh rahi hai.”
Vaishali ne apni aankhein poori tarah band kar leen. Vikram ke badan ki taakat aur uska haq jatane wala sparsh uske seene mein garmahat bhar raha tha. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi. Usne sharm se laal hokar bas dheere se apna sar haan mein hila diya.
Koi inkaar nahi tha. Koi purani ghutan nahi thi.
Vaishali ne chupchap apne dono kaanpte hue haath Vikram ke chaude kandhon par rakh diye. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski pichhli zindagi, uski purani maryada ab bohot peeche chhoot chuki thi. Is samundar kinare, is naye libaas mein, usne bina kisi zabardasti ke, poori marzi se khud ko apne is naye, jawan shauhar ke aage samarpit kar diya tha. Uski saans tez thi, boobs uske seene se dab rahe the, aur woh jaanti thi aaj raat woh use rokenge nahi.




Vikram ne use aur kareeb kheench liya. Uska haath uski kamar par tha, satin ke upar se uski nangi skin mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne apna munh uske honthon par rakha. Kiss gehra tha. Uski jeebh uske honthon ko kholi, andar gayi, uski jeebh se mili. Smooch ki awaaz suite mein goonji—slurp, soft, wet. Vaishali ne kiss wapas kiya, dheere pehle, phir tez. Uski saans uske munh mein thi. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi, nighty us par chipak rahi thi.

Vikram ne kiss toda aur uski gardan par honth rakhe. Chaata, phir daant gadaaye, dheere. Bite soft thi, lekin malikana. Vaishali ke munh se ek dabi moan nikli, “Mmm—” Usne inkaar nahi kiya. Uski ungliyan uske kandhon par thin, use pakad rahi thin. Woh apne aap ko de rahi thi.

“Bed par,” Vikram ne dheere se kaha. Usne use uthaya aur bed ki taraf le gaya. Vaishali ne pair rakhe, nighty upar sarki, taangein nangi. Vikram ne use bed par dhakel diya, naram, lekin firm. Vaishali peeth ke bal giri, satin uske jism par phisal gaya, boobs ubhar aaye, cleavage gehra.

Vikram uske upar jhuka. Uski aankhon mein woh alpha bhookh thi. Usne uske gale par phir kiss kiya, bite kiya, uske boobs ke upar se nighty ko neeche sarkaya, ek nipple ko munh mein liya, chusa. Vaishali ki peeth ubhar gayi. Soft moan, “Ahh—” Uski taangein dheere se khul rahi thin.

Vikram ne uske chehre ko dekha. Uski cheeks laal thin, aankhen aadhi band. Usne dheere se kaha, awaaz bhari, “Aaj tune mujhe khush kar diya. Aaj raat main tujhe randi ki tarah chodunga.”

Vaishali ne aankhen neeche ki. Cheeks aur laal ho gaye. Uski saans tez thi. Uski chut geeli thi, nighty bheeg rahi thi. Usne dheere se kaha, awaaz kaanpti hui, “Aapko jaisa theek lage.”

Vikram muskuraya. Woh jaanta tha. Woh jaanta tha ki aaj woh khud chahiye thi. Khud ready hui thi. Khud nighty pehni thi. Khud shawl hataane diya. Woh uske liye khul chuki thi. Randi ki tarah chudne ke liye ready.

Usne uske honthon par phir kiss kiya, gehra, wet, smooch ki awaaz tez. Uski jeebh uske munh mein thi. Vaishali ne use pakda, uske baal mein ungliyan daali, kiss wapas kiya. Uski taangein uski hips ke gird kas gayi. Nighty upar sark gayi, uski chut uske jeans se chipak gayi, geeli.

Vikram ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Aaj raat tu meri hai. Poori. Randi ki tarah.”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya, aankhen band, cheeks laal. Uski saans uske gale par thi. Woh jaanti thi. Aur woh mana nahi kar rahi thi. Uska jism uske liye khul chuka tha, aur aaj raat woh use poora degi.

Vikram ne uske honthon ko chusa, gehra, wet. Smooch ki awaaz suite mein goonj rahi thi—slurp, soft, tez. Uski jeebh uske munh mein thi, uski jeebh se mil rahi thi. Vaishali ne kiss wapas kiya, uske honthon ko kaata, dheere. Uski saans tez thi. Nighty ke straps uske kandhon se sarak rahe the.

Vikram ne ek strap neeche kiya, phir doosra. Nighty dheere se uske boobs tak sarki. Ek boob bahar aaya, bhaari, nipple hard. Usne use munh mein liya, chusa, daant se halka kaata. Vaishali ki peeth ubhar gayi. Soft moan, “Ahh—” Usne uska sir pakda, apne boobs par daba diya. “Aur…” usne dheere se kaha.

Vikram ne doosra boob bhi bahar nikala. Dono nange the, nighty unke neeche atki hui. Usne dono ko pakda, dabaya, ek ke baad ek chusa. Bite soft, malikana. Vaishali enjoy kar rahi thi. Uski ungliyan uske baalon mein thin. Usne uske kaan ko chaata, jeebh se, dheere. “Mmm—” Vikram ke munh se awaaz nikli.

“Kitne soft hain,” Vikram ne uske boobs ke beech kaha, awaaz bhari. “Randi ki tarah khul gayi hai tu.”

Vaishali ke cheeks laal the. Usne uski shirt ke buttons khole, dheere. Shirt utar gayi. Usne uske gale par kiss kiya, bite kiya, phir chest par. Daant gadaaye, chaata. Vikram ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne use dhakel diya, peeth ke bal bed par. Khud uske upar aa gayi. Nighty ab bhi uski kamar par thi, boobs nange, uske seene se dab rahe the.

Usne uske gale par kiss kiya, bite kiya, chest par jeebh pheri. Phir haath neeche le gayi, jeans ke upar. Lund sakht tha, garam. Usne use ragda, dheere, phir tez. Vikram muskuraya.

“Meera sach mein slut ban rahi hai,” usne kaha, awaaz mein hasi. “Kahan se sikha? College wale boyfriend se?”

Vaishali ne aankhen neeche ki, cheeks aur laal. Uski chut geeli thi, nighty bheeg rahi thi. Usne dheere se kaha, “Nahi… bas kuch videos dekhi… aapke liye.”

Vikram hasa. Uska lund uske haath mein aur sakht ho gaya. “Achha? Mere liye?”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Usne use phir dhakel diya, neeche. Khud uske upar jhuki. Jeans ka button khola, zip neeche ki. Lund bahar aaya, sakht, garam, uski ungliyon mein. Usne use pakda, dheere se upar neeche kiya. Vikram ki saans atak gayi.

“Ready hai,” usne dheere se kaha, uske kaan mein. Uski aankhen uske lund par thin, phir uski aankhon par. Cheeks laal, lekin inkaar nahi. Woh khud aage badh rahi thi. Uski chut geeli thi, nighty upar sarki hui, aur woh jaanti thi aaj raat woh use poora degi, randi ki tarah.


Vaishali ne Vikram ke lund ko apni ungliyon mein pakda hua tha aur uski hatheli mein woh garam, sakht cheez dheere dheere dhadak rahi thi. Nason se bhari hui thi, tip pehle se hi geela tha, aur uski skin uske soft haath ke against garam lag rahi thi. Usne dheere se upar dekha. Vikram ki aankhen us par thin, aadhi band, honth thode khule hue, saans tez aur garam uske chehre par gir rahi thi. Uske chehre par woh alpha bhookh thi jo use pehle se pata thi, lekin aaj usme kuch aur bhi tha—ek ajeeb si santushti jaise use pata ho ki aaj woh khud aayi hai, khud ready hui hai, khud nighty pehni hai.

Vaishali ke seene mein dhadkan tez thi. Sharm uske gaalon ko garam kar rahi thi, cheeks laal the, lekin uski chut geeli thi, black satin nighty us par chipak rahi thi, ras uski jaanghon par dheere dheere beh raha tha aur thandi hawa se uski skin par thandak lag rahi thi. Usne socha ki main kya kar rahi hoon, Arjun bagal wale kamre mein hai, deewar patli hai, woh sun sakta hai, lekin phir bhi usne sar jhukaya. Pehle sirf supade par apne honth rakhe. Garam skin uske soft honthon se mili aur usne aankhen band kar li. Phir jeebh bahar nikali aur tip ko dheere se chaata, ghumaya, neeche se upar, phir phir se, wet aur soft. Namak aur uski apni geeli chut ka halka swad mila. Uski saans atak gayi aur usne munh khola.

Lund dheere se uske honthon ke beech gaya. Mota tha, garam tha, uski jeebh ke upar se sarakta hua aur uske daanton ko chhuta hua. Vaishali ne usko aur andar liya, pehle aadha, phir thoda aur. Uski jeebh neeche se chal rahi thi, wet, uske shaft ko chaatti hui aur har baar jab woh bahar nikalti toh tip par ruk kar chusti. Uske gale ke paas pahuncha toh usne ruk gayi, naak se saans li, aankhen band, aur phir dheere bahar nikala. Honth tight the. Tip par ruk kar usne chusa, jeebh se ghumaya, neeche se chaata. Wet awaaz hui, slurp, soft, dheemi, aur suite ke andar goonj gayi. Vikram ki saans tez ho gayi. Uska haath uske baalon mein gaya aur dheere se dabaaya.

“Aur,” usne kaha, awaaz bhari aur garam.

Vaishali ne phir liya. Is baar gehra. Lund uske gale ke against gaya. Usne gag ki halki awaaz dabayi, aankhen paani se bhar gayi, aur phir bahar. Har baar jab woh bahar nikalti, uski jeebh tip ko ghumati, neeche se chaatti, phir andar. Uski thook uske lund par chamak rahi thi, uske honthon se beh rahi thi, chin par, seene tak, boobs ke upar. Usne ek haath se base pakda, dheere upar neeche kiya, doosre se uske balls ko dheere se dabaya. Soft the, garam the. Slow, wet, gehra. Uski saans tez thi. Uski chut aur geeli ho rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi yeh galat hai, lekin uska jism chah raha tha. Vikram chah raha tha. Aur aaj, sharm ke bawajood, woh bhi chah rahi thi.

Vikram ne uska sir pakda aur dheere se thrust kiya. Lund uske gale mein gaya, phir bahar, phir andar. Vaishali ne inkaar nahi kiya. Usne uske rhythm ke saath munh chalaya, honth tight, jeebh neeche se ragadti hui. Slurp, gulp, wet awaazein suite mein goonj rahi thin. Usne socha ki Arjun sun lega, lekin usne aur gehra liya. Tip ko chusa, jeebh se ghumaya, phir phir se andar. Uski ungliyan uske balls par thin, dheere, phir tez. Vikram ki kamar ubhar rahi thi.

“Kitni achhi chusti hai,” Vikram ne kaha, uske baal pakad kar. “Randi ki tarah. Kitna gehra le rahi hai. Teri chut bhi geeli hogi.”

Vaishali ne aankhen upar ki. Cheeks laal the, munh bhara hua tha, thook beh raha tha. Usne dheere se sir hilaaya. Phir aur gehra liya. Lund uske gale tak gaya, gag hui, aankhen paani se bhar gayi, aur phir bahar. Usne uske balls ko munh mein liya, ek ek karke, chusa, jeebh se, phir lund phir se. Vikram ki saans tez thi. Usne uske kaan mein kaha, “Aaj tu khud chah rahi hai.”

Vaishali ne jawab nahi diya. Usne lund aur gehra liya. Uski chut geeli thi, nighty bheeg rahi thi. Woh sharma rahi thi, lekin rok nahi rahi thi. Uski ungliyan uske thighs par kas gayi. Usne socha ki main ruk nahi pa rahi, aur main rukna bhi nahi chahti.

Vikram ne use uthaya. Lund uske munh se nikla, thook ki lambi dhaar uski chin se uske seene tak gayi. “Ab kuch alag,” usne kaha.

Vaishali ne saans li, honth geele. “Kya?”

Vikram ne nighty upar kheench di, panty side ki. Uski chut nangi thi, geeli, ras se chamakti hui, daane sujhe hue, lips khule. Usne ungli se chhua, dheere, phir andar daali. Vaishali ki peeth ubhar gayi. Soft moan nikli, “Ahh—” Usne uski ungliyon ko kas ke pakda. Vikram ne doosri ungli daali, tez chalayi. Vaishali ki taangein khul gayi, kamar hil rahi thi. “Mmm— ahh—”

“69,” Vikram ne kaha.

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Cheeks laal the. “Mujhe nahi pata.”

Vikram ne ungliyan tez ki. “Main dikhata hoon. Tu sirf kar.”

Vaishali ki chut aur geeli ho gayi. Usne dheere se sir hila diya. “Haan.”

Vikram let gaya. Vaishali uske upar aayi, ulti. Uski chut uske munh ke upar. Usne uska lund pakda aur munh mein liya. Vikram ne uski chut ko chaata, jeebh se, gehra. Vaishali ki moan uske lund ke around dabi. Usne gehra liya. Vikram ki jeebh uske andar thi. Ras uske munh mein.

Vaishali ne chusa, upar neeche, honth tight. Uski kamar hil rahi thi. Usne balls ko chusa, phir lund gehra. Vikram ne daane ko chusa, jeebh se andar. Vaishali ki moan tez thi. Uski chut uske munh par geeli ho rahi thi.

“Randi,” Vikram ne kaha. “Kitni geeli hai.”

Vaishali ne lund aur gehra liya. Gale tak. Gag. Aankhen band. Thook beh raha tha. Uski kamar tez hil rahi thi. Dono ki saans tez thi. Wet awaazein. Moan. Slurp. Suite mein sirf yahi tha. Vaishali jaanti thi Arjun sun sakta hai, lekin usne nahi roka. Uska jism chah raha tha. Vikram chah raha tha. Aur aaj, sharm ke bawajood, woh bhi chah rahi thi. Poora. Munh se. Chut se. Ek saath.

Usne phir se gehra liya, tip ko chusa, jeebh se ghumaya, balls ko munh mein liya, phir lund gale tak. Vikram ne uski chut ko tez chaata, daane ko chusa, jeebh andar daali. Vaishali ki kamar tez hil rahi thi, moan dabi hui, thook beh raha tha. Usne socha ki main aa rahi hoon, lekin usne nahi roka. Vikram ne uski chut ko aur tez chusa. Vaishali ki taangein kaanp rahi thin. Usne lund aur gehra liya. Dono garam the. Wet awaazein tez thin. Suite ke andar sirf unki saans, unki moan, unki wet awaazein thin. Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Sharm thi. Lekin woh chah rahi thi. Aur woh de rahi thi.



Vaishali ka jism ab bhi kaanp raha tha jab dono bed par gir gaye. Uski chut Vikram ke munh par geeli thi, ras uske chehre aur chin par beh raha tha, aur uska lund uske munh se nikal chuka tha, garam virya uske gale aur honthon par chipka hua. Usne saans li, tez, tooti hui, aur uska jism Vikram ke upar pada hua tha, nanga, geela, nighty ab bhi uski kamar par atki hui. Vikram ne uske maathe par dheere se kiss kiya, phir uske honthon par, thook aur ras dono milte hue. Usne uske baalon mein haath daala aur dheere se kaha, awaaz mein hasi aur santushti, “Aaj tu sach mein randi ban gayi hai meri.” Vaishali ne aankhen nahi kholi. Cheeks laal the, sharm uske seene mein thi, lekin usne sir hila diya, dheere. Uski chut ab bhi dukh rahi thi, aching, ras uski jaanghon par thandi hawa se sukh raha tha.

Vikram uth gaya. Usne use pakda, uski kamar se, aur use bed ke kinare le gaya. Vaishali ne pair zameen par rakhe, taangein kaanp rahi thin. Usne use ghuma diya, peeth ki taraf, aur uski chut ko dono haathon se failaya. Lips khule the, geele, sujhe hue, ras se chamakte hue, andar se garam. Vaishali ne gasp kiya, awaaz tez, “Ahh—” Uski chut ne uski ungliyon ko mehsoos kiya aur woh jaanti thi use aur chahiye. Usne apna haath neeche le gayi, apni chut ko ragda, dheere pehle, phir tez, daane ko ungliyon se. Ras uski ungliyon par aaya, geela, garam.

“Kya hua meri biwi ko?” Vikram ne pucha, uske kaan ke bilkul paas, awaaz bhari. “Mera lund chahiye?”

Vaishali ne aankhen neeche ki. Cheeks aur laal ho gaye. Uski awaaz kaanpti hui nikli, dheemi. “Haan… please.”

Vikram hasa, dheere, alpha. Usne apna lund pakda, jo phir se sakht ho chuka tha, garam, nason se bhara hua, aur uski chut par set kiya. Supada geeli daane se chhua. Usne ek heavy dhakka maara. Lund poora andar chala gaya, gehra, uske pet tak, uski deewar ko kholta hua. Vaishali ki moan tez nikli, “Ahh—!” Usne bedsheet ko dono haathon se pakad liya. Vikram ne uske baal pakde, kas ke, doosra haath uski dono kalaiyon ko pakad kar peeche kheench liya. Usne use doggy mein pakda aur tez chodna shuru kiya. Thap thap thap. Lund bahar aata, tip tak, phir andar, gehra, raw, uski chut se wet awaaz nikal rahi thi. Ras uski jaanghon par beh raha tha, bedsheet par gir raha tha. Vaishali ki moan tez thi, tooti hui, “Ahh— mmm— aur—” Uski peeth ubhar rahi thi, boobs hil rahe the, nighty uski kamar par atki hui, straps uske kandhon se sarak chuke the.

Vikram ne uske baal aur kas ke pakde. “Randi ki tarah chud rahi hai,” usne kaha, awaaz bhari, garam. Usne tez dhakke maare, heavy, deep. Thap thap thap. Bed hil raha tha, lohe ki awaaz. Vaishali ki saans tooti hui thi. Usne socha ki Arjun bagal mein hai, deewar patli hai, woh sun lega uski moan, thap thap, lekin usne nahi roka. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, deewar kas rahi thi, ras aur beh raha tha. Vikram ne uski kalaiyon ko aur peeche kheench liya, uski peeth aur ubhar gayi, aur usne aur tez chodna shuru kiya. Thap thap thap. Wet, heavy, raw. Usne uske kaan mein kaha, “Aaj tu poori meri hai.”

Phir usne use uthaya. Lund ab bhi andar tha, gehra. Usne use peeche se pakda, uski kamar se, aur dheere dheere chalne laga. Vaishali ke pair zameen par the, lekin uske thrust ke saath woh aage badh rahi thi. Har dhakka uske pet tak ja raha tha, uski moan dabi hui, “Ahh—” Uske pair tharthara rahe the, lekin woh chal rahi thi, uske saath. Vikram ne uski chut ko chodte hue use glass wall tak le gaya. Usne use dhakel diya. Vaishali ka nanga jism glass se chipak gaya, boobs dab gaye, nipples hard, thandi glass uski garam skin se mili. Uska chehra glass se chipka hua tha, saans garam, thook aur ras uske honthon se glass par. Vikram ne uske baal pakde, uski ek taang uthayi, aur peeche se tez chodna shuru kiya. Thap thap. Lund gehra andar, uski chut se ras glass par beh raha tha. Vaishali ki moan tez thi, uska jism glass se chipka hua, kaanp raha tha. “Ahh— mmm— dheere nahi—”





Vikram ne uske kaan mein kaha, awaaz bhari, “Aaj tu randi hai. Poori.” Usne aur tez dhakke maare, heavy, deep, uski chut ko bharta hua. Vaishali ki aankhen band thin, cheeks laal, lekin uska jism uske saath hil raha tha. Glass thandi thi, uska jism garam, lund andar, wet awaazein, moan, thap thap. Woh jaanti thi yeh honeymoon hai, Arjun bagal mein hai, lekin aaj woh mana nahi kar rahi thi. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, aur woh use poora le rahi thi, glass par, nangi, geeli, ready. Vikram ne uski doosri taang bhi uthayi, uska poora wazan uske upar, aur usne aur gehra chodna shuru kiya. Thap thap thap. Vaishali ki moan ab tez thi, tooti hui, uska jism kaanp raha tha. Usne socha ki main aa rahi hoon, phir se, lekin usne nahi roka. Uski chut ne uske lund ko kas ke pakda, deewar tez, ras aur beh raha tha. Vikram ne aakhri tez, gehre dhakke maare. Ek. Do. Teen. Raw. Lund poora andar dhasa, uske pet tak. Usne uski jaanghon ko kas ke pakda aur ruk gaya. Uska jism sakht hua. Garam virya uski chut ke andar chhoota, lambi dhaar mein, gehra. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Ek lambi, kaanpti moan uske gale se nikli, “Ahh—” Dono ki saans tez thi, glass par gir rahi thi. Vaishali ka jism glass se chipka hua tha, nanga, geela, uske virya se bhari. Vikram uske peeche khada tha, lund ab bhi andar, dheere dheere naram hota hua. Usne uske gale par kiss kiya, dheere. Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Sharm thi. Lekin uska jism ab bhi uske liye garam tha. Aur aaj raat, glass par, woh poori uski thi.




Glass se alag hone ke baad bhi raat khatam nahi hui thi. Vikram ne use uthaya, uska jism ab bhi geela tha, virya uski jaanghon par beh raha tha, aur use bed par le gaya. Vaishali ne saans li, tez, lekin usne mana nahi kiya. Uski chut dukh rahi thi, lekin uske andar ek ajeeb si bhookh thi jo ab tak nahi gayi thi. Vikram ne use peeth ke bal litaya, uske upar aaya, aur phir se andar gaya. Slow pehle, phir tez. Vaishali ki taangein uski hips ke gird kas gayi. Usne uske gale par kiss kiya, uske honthon ko chusa, aur uske saath hilti rahi. “Ahh—” dabi moan uske munh mein kho gayi. Vikram ne uske boobs pakde, nipple ko munh mein liya, aur deep thrust maare. Bed hil raha tha. Vaishali ne socha, main ruk nahi pa rahi, aur main rukna bhi nahi chahti.
Thodi der baad Vikram ne use uthaya aur chair par baitha diya. Khud uske upar aa gaya. Vaishali ne uska lund pakda aur apni chut par set kiya. Dheere se baithi, poora andar. Usne gasp kiya. Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi aur neeche se thrust kiya. Vaishali ne uske kandhon par haath rakhe, uske baalon mein ungliyan daali, aur upar neeche hone lagi. Slow pehle, phir tez. Uski moan ab dheemi nahi thi. “Ahh— mmm—” Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, ras uski jaanghon par beh raha tha. Vikram ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Ab tu khud chah rahi hai.” Vaishali ne sir hila diya, cheeks laal, lekin usne tez kiya. Chair ki awaaz, unki saans, wet awaazein suite mein goonj rahi thin.




Floor par bhi gaye. Vikram ne use neeche litaya, uske pair uthaye, aur andar gaya. Deep, heavy. Vaishali ki peeth carpet se ragad rahi thi, lekin usne use pakda, uske gale par daant gadaaye, aur uske saath hili. “Aur,” usne dheere se kaha. Vikram ne tez kiya. Thap thap. Usne uske baal pakde, uske honthon ko chusa, aur uske andar aaya. Vaishali ki aankhen band thin. Sharm ab bhi thi, lekin uska jism uske liye khul chuka tha.
Bathroom mein bhi. Shower ke neeche. Garam paani unke jism par beh raha tha. Vikram ne use wall se chipkaya, uski ek taang uthayi, aur peeche se andar gaya. Vaishali ne glass pakad liya. Paani uske boobs par beh raha tha, uski moan tez thi. “Ahh—” Vikram ne uske gale par bite kiya, uske boobs pakde, aur tez chodna shuru kiya. Vaishali ne peeche haath badhaya, uske hips pakde, aur uske saath hili. Uski chut geeli thi, paani se aur uske ras se. Usne socha, main isko chah rahi hoon. Ab. Poora. Vikram ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Ab tu meri hai.” Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Paani ke neeche, usne use poora liya, moan karti hui, uske saath, bina roke.
Raat bhar aise hi chali. Bed par, chair par, floor par, bathroom mein. Kabhi woh upar, kabhi woh neeche. Kabhi slow, kabhi tez. Vaishali ne har baar use andar liya. Sharm thi, lekin uska jism ab uske liye bhookha tha. Aur aaj raat, usne khud use diya. Poora.



Subah ki dhoop suite ke pardo se andar aa rahi thi jab Vaishali ki aankh khuli. Uska jism dukh raha tha. Raat bhar ke mating ke nishaan ab bhi uske andar the—uski chut geeli aur sore, jaanghon par sukha hua ras, gale aur boobs par bite marks. Vikram uske bagal mein soya hua tha, ek haath uski nangi kamar par. Vaishali ne dheere se uthne ki koshish ki. Usne black nighty theek ki, jo ab bhi uske jism par chipki hui thi, aur bathroom chali gayi. Mirror mein usne khud ko dekha—baal bikhre, honth sujhe, aankhon mein thakan aur sharm. Usne nahaaya, garam paani se raat ka nishaan dhoya, lekin jism ab bhi uski yaad se garam tha.

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Subah ke theek aath baje connecting room ka darwaza khula tha. Arjun suite ke chhote hall mein khada tha, haath mein resort ke reception se aayi hui green tea ka cup liye. Uske chehre par aam dino jaisi be-neend thakan toh thi, par aaj uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa khamosh thehraav tha. Aaj uska baaiswan janamdin tha. Pichhle saal tak Dadar ke us purane kamre mein subah-subah Vaishali use apne haath ka bana sheera ya poori khilati thi, Ramesh uske sar par haath pherte the, aur ek aam, gharelu apnapan hota tha. Lekin aaj yeh Goa ka luxury suite tha, jahan hawa mein samundari namak aur ek an-dekhi dahshat ghuli hui thi.
Master bedroom ka darwaza khula aur Vikram bahar nikla. Usne grey linen trousers aur khuli safed shirt pehni hui thi. Uske chehre par wahi beparwah, alpha santushti thi jo pichhli raat ke baad aur zyada gehri ho chuki thi.
“Arjun! Happy Birthday, bhai,” Vikram ne aage badhkar Arjun ke kandhe par zor se thapki di. Pakad itni mazboot thi ki Arjun ka cup thoda chhalak gaya. “Tujhe lag raha hoga hum tera birthday bhool gaye? Aise kaise bhoolenge. Reception par bol diya hai, thodi der mein special chocolate truffle cake aa raha hai. Saath mein celebrate karenge.”
Arjun ne zabardasti ek thandi muskaan honthon par chipkayi, “Thank you, bhaiya. Par itna sab karne ki zaroorat nahi thi...”
“Kyun nahi thi? Parivaar hai tu hamara,” Vikram ne mudkar bedroom ke darwaze ki taraf dekha aur aawaz lagayi, “Meera! Ho gaya tera? Bahar aa, cake aane wala hai!”
Bedroom ke andar se ek pal ke liye koi aahat nahi aayi. Phir dabe hue paon ki aahat aayi, aur darwaze ke parde ko hata kar Vaishali ne hall mein kadam rakha.
Arjun ke haath mein pakda cup jaise wahin hawa mein jam gaya. Uski saansein uske gale mein aakar atak gayin.
Vaishali ne wahi bottle-green silk saree pehni thi—jise Vikram ne shopping ke waqt khaas isi din ke liye nikaala tha. Kapda behad chamakdaar, reshami aur shareer se bilkul chipakne wala tha. Blouse bilkul sleeveless tha, jiske kandhe patle straps jaise the aur aage ka gala itna zyada gehra aur khula kata hua tha ki uske bhare hue gore seene ka ubhar, heavy cleavage, bina kisi parde ke saaf dikh raha tha. Gale mein latakta hua bhaari mangalsutra theek us gehari lakeer ke beechon-beech jhul raha tha. Saree ka pallu itna patla karke baandha gaya tha ki kamar ki nangi skin, naabhi ka hissa aur pichhle dinon ke dabe hue nishaan bilkul roshni mein ubhar rahe the. Maang mein bhara taaza sindoor uske is behad bold aur uttejak roop ke sath ek ajeeb sa takraav paida kar raha tha.



Vaishali ka poora chehra sharm aur ghutan se tamtama raha tha. Uski aankhein zameen mein dhas rahi thin, aur dono haath aage bandhe hue the, jaise apne hi bache-khuche parde ko bachane ki aakhri koshish kar rahi ho.
“Yeh dekho hamari birthday girl jaisi dulhan,” Vikram ne aage badhkar bina kisi sharm ya lihaz ke apna ek bhari haath Vaishali ki nangi kamar par rakh diya. Ungliyon ka dabav saree ke sarakte kapde ke beech saaf dikh raha tha. Usne Vaishali ko thoda aage khinchte hue Arjun ke theek samne la khada kiya. “Kaisi lag rahi hai teri bhabhi? Maine khud yeh saree iske liye chuni thi. Rang dekh kaisa khil raha hai.”
Arjun ke kaano mein pighla hua loha utar gaya. Uski nazrein chahte hue bhi ek pal ke liye us bottle-green kapde ke us paar, apni maa ke us be-parda roop par ja ruki. Usne dekha ki kaise blouse ka gehra cut uske wajood ko khol kar rakh raha tha. Arjun ke chehre ka rang peela pad gaya, uski mutthi itni kas gayi ki nakhun hatheli cheerne lage.
Uski apni maa, jiske samne woh kabhi unchi aawaz mein nahi bola tha, aaj kisi aur mard ke haath ke dabav mein, ek be-hadd chhotay libaas mein uske samne pradarshan ki tarah khadi thi.
“Bhabhi... achhi lag rahi hain,” Arjun ke halaq se sirf itna dukaandaar jaisa lafz nikla. Uski aawaz itni sookhi thi ki khud use parayi lagi.
Doorbell baji, aur resort ka waiter ek trolley par cake aur chhuri lekar andar aaya. Usne cake table par sajaya, wish kiya aur chala gaya.
“Chalo, Arjun, cake kaat,” Vikram ne dining table ke paas khade hokar aadesh diya. Usne Vaishali ko apne bilkul kareeb sataye rakha. “Meera, tu aage aa. Arjun ko cake khilana hai.”
Arjun kaanpte haathon se chhuri thame aage badha. Usne cake ka ek chhota sa hissa kaata. Jab usne pehla piece utha kar Vaishali ki taraf badhaya, toh Vaishali ko aage jhukna pada.
Jaise hi Vaishali jhuki, patla pallu kandhe se sarak kar thoda aur neeche gir gaya, aur uske gehre blouse ka andarooni hissa Arjun ki nazron ke theek samne be-rok-tok aa gaya.
Vaishali ke munh se ek dabi hui saans nikli. Usne jhatke se pallu ko sambhalne ki koshish ki, par Vikram ka haath uski kamar par itna kassa hua tha ki woh poori tarah peeche nahi hat saki. Dono maa-bete ki aankhein ek micro-second ke liye mili.
Vaishali ki aankhon mein be-inteha lachari, aansu aur sharminda mamta thi; jabki Arjun ki aankhon mein aisi jalan aur aatma-ghati ghutan thi jo kisi bhi mard ko andar se tod kar rakh de.
Arjun ne bina kisi sparsh ke cake ka tukda uske honthon ke paas thama diya. Vaishali ne dabe hue dhang se ek chhota sa nivala liya, uska gala ruddh chuka tha, jaise meetha nahi balki zeher nigal rahi ho.
“Ab tu khila bhai ko,” Vikram ne Vaishali ki peeth par thapki dete hue halke se dhakka diya. “Aise sharma kyun rahi hai jaise pehli baar Arjun ko dekh rahi ho? Khila de.”
Vaishali ne thartharate haathon se cake ka piece uthaya aur Arjun ki taraf badhaya. Uske khule sleeveless haath ki nangi chamdi Arjun ke gaal se halki si chhoo gayi. Dono ke jism mein ek thandi bijli si daud gayi. Arjun ne chupchap cake muh mein liya aur foran do kadam peeche hat gaya.
“Bhaiya... mera pet thoda theek nahi hai, main thodi der aaraam karna chahta hoon,” Arjun ne zameen ko ghoorte hue kaha.
Vikram ne ek beparwah thahaka lagaya. “Arre birthday ke din kaisa aaraam? Theek hai, ja thodi der kamre mein baith. Dopahar ko hum teeno luxury boat ride ke liye nikalenge. Tab tak main aur teri bhabhi yahin hain.”
Arjun ne ek pal bhi wahan rukna gawaara nahi samjha. Woh tezi se palta, apne room mein ghusa aur darwaza aisi zor se band kiya ki kadi lagne ki aawaz poore suite mein goonj gayi.
Suite ke hall mein sannaata chha gaya.
Vaishali wahin jam kar khadi rahi, uske dono haath abhi bhi us green silk pallu ko kaskar seene par dabaye hue the, aur palkon ke kone se do garam aansu phisal kar uske blouse ke gehre cut par gir gaye.
Vikram ne peeche se aakar uski nangi gardan par apna chehra tika diya, aur uski kamar par apni pakad ko aur zyada daavedaari se kas liya.
“Dekha? Kitna khush hua launda,” Vikram ne uske kaan mein bilkul dheemi, alpha aawaz mein kaha. “Aur tu bematlab darr rahi thi. Yeh green rang sach mein aag laga raha hai Meera... aur abhi toh poora din baaki hai.”



Cake ka tukda ab bhi table par pada hua tha, chocolate ki meethi khushboo suite ke hall mein tair rahi thi, lekin us khushboo ke neeche ek aur cheez thi—woh garam, nam, raat bhar ki chhuwan jo ab bhi Vaishali ke jism par chipki hui thi. Arjun ne apna cup table par rakha, bina kisi aur lafz ke palta, aur apne connecting room ki taraf badh gaya. Uske kadam tez the, jaise woh us hall se bahar nikalna chahta ho jahan uski maa green silk mein khadi thi, cleavage gehra, pallu sarakta hua, aur Vikram ka haath uski nangi kamar par. Darwaza band hone ki awaaz aayi, kadi lagi, aur suite ke hall mein achanak sannata chha gaya.

Vaishali wahin khadi rahi, dono haath ab bhi pallu ko seene par dabaye hue. Uski saans dheemi thi, lekin tez. Green silk uske jism se chipak rahi thi, blouse ka gehra cut uske boobs ka inner curve dikha raha tha, mangalsutra unke beech latak raha tha. Uske gaal ab bhi laal the, cake khilate waqt Arjun ki nazar uske cleavage par gayi thi, aur usne us nazar ko mehsoos kiya tha. Vikram ne uski kamar par apna haath aur kas diya, ungliyan uski nangi skin mein dab gayi, aur usne use dheere se sofa ki taraf ghuma diya.

“Baith,” usne kaha, awaaz dheemi, lekin aadesh wali.

Vaishali ne pallu ko theek kiya, jitna ho saka, aur sofa par baith gayi. Silk uski jaanghon par phisal gaya, ek taang thodi si khul gayi, phir usne use band kiya. Vikram uske bagal mein baitha, ek haath sofa ke peeche, doosra ab bhi uski kamar par. Usne uski taraf dekha. Vaishali ne aankhen neeche ki. Sharm thi, lekin uske andar kuch aur bhi tha—raat bhar ki yaad, uska jism ab bhi garam, aur yeh jaanna ki Arjun bagal mein hai, deewar ke us paar.

“Trip kaisa lag raha hai?” Vikram ne pucha, awaaz mein halki hasi. “Goa. Honeymoon. Arjun bhi saath.”

Vaishali ne dheere se sir hila diya. “Theek hai.” Uski awaaz dheemi thi. Usne socha, main kya kahun. Ki raat bhar tune mujhe chodha, glass par, chair par, floor par, aur ab main yahan baithi hoon, tere haath mein, aur mera beta bagal mein hai. Lekin usne kuch nahi kaha. Uski chut ab bhi sore thi, lekin geeli bhi. Silk us par chipak raha tha.

Vikram ne uski kamar se haath upar sarkaya, blouse ke neeche se, uske boob ke side ko chhua. Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Usne uska haath nahi hataya. “Sharma rahi hai,” usne kaha. “Kal raat nahi sharmaayi thi.”

Vaishali ke gaal aur laal ho gaye. Usne aankhen band ki, ek pal ke liye. “Woh… raat thi.”

“Aur ab?” Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas munh rakha. Uski saans garam thi, uski gardan par. “Ab kya hai?”

Vaishali ne jawab nahi diya. Uske andar do cheezein lad rahi thin. Ek taraf Arjun—uska beta, jo abhi cake khilate waqt uski aankhon mein dekh chuka tha, jo train mein sun chuka tha. Doosri taraf yeh mard, jo uske jism ko jaanta tha, jo usse poochta nahi tha, lekin aaj uski awaaz mein kuch aur tha—ek halki, cheesy flirting jo use pehle nahi dikhi thi. Usne socha, main isko pasand karne lagi hoon. Yeh galat hai. Phir bhi usne uska haath nahi hataya.

Vikram ne uske honthon par apna munh rakha. Kiss dheema tha pehle, soft. Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Uski jeebh uske honthon ko chhui, dheere. Usne kiss wapas kiya, dheere, phir thoda tez. Smooch ki awaaz hall mein goonji, dheemi. Uski ungliyan uske baalon mein gayi, uske sir ko pakda. Vikram ne kiss gehra kiya, uski jeebh andar, uski jeebh se mili. Vaishali ki saans tez ho gayi. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi, silk us par chipak raha tha.

“Yahan,” Vikram ne kiss toda aur kaha, awaaz bhari. “Yahan hi karte hain.”

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Cheeks laal. “Nahi… Arjun… woh dekh lega. Bahar hai. Darwaza—”

“Usne train mein bhi dekha hoga,” Vikram ne kaha, uske kaan mein. “Kya farak padta hai? Launda jawan hai. Use pata hai. Aur tu meri biwi hai.”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya, dheere. “Please… room mein—”

Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi aur use sofa par dhakel diya. Vaishali peeth ke bal giri, silk upar sarki, ek taang sofa se latak gayi. Pallu sarak gaya, cleavage poora khul gaya. Usne gasp kiya. Vikram uske upar jhuka, uske honthon par phir kiss kiya, gehra, aur uski saree ko upar kheench diya.




Vikram ne Vaishali ke honthon par apna munh rakha aur kiss dheema shuru kiya. Pehle sirf honth mile, soft, garam. Phir usne uske neeche wale honth ko dheere se chusa. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Uski saans uske munh mein gayi. Vikram ne jeebh bahar nikali aur uske honthon ke beech se andar daali. Uski jeebh uski jeebh se mili, ghumi, chaati. Smooch ki awaaz hall mein goonji, dheemi pehle, phir wet aur thodi tez. Vaishali ne dheere se kiss wapas kiya. Uske honth uske honthon ko pakad rahe the. Uski ungliyan uske baalon mein gayi, dheere se, phir thodi kas ke.

Green silk saree uski jaanghon par sarki hui thi. Ek taang sofa se latak rahi thi, doosri thodi si khuli. Pallu pehle hi zameen par gir chuka tha. Blouse ka gehra cut uske boobs ka aadha hissa dikha raha tha, mangalsutra unke beech latak raha tha. Vikram ne kiss toda aur uske gale par honth rakhe. Chaata, dheere, phir daant se halka kaata. Vaishali ke munh se ek dabi moan nikli, “Mmm…” Uski peeth thodi si ubhar gayi. Vikram ne uske gale ko aur chaata, uski collarbone par jeebh pheri, phir wapas honthon par aaya. Kiss ab gehra tha. Uski jeebh uske munh ke andar thi, uski jeebh se lad rahi thi. Wet awaazein tez ho rahi thin. Vaishali ki saans tez thi. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi, silk us par chipak raha tha.

Usne uski saree ko aur upar kheench diya. Kamar tak. Uski nangi jaanghen dikh gayi, geeli, raat ki yaad se ab bhi thodi sore. Vikram ne blouse ke hooks dheere se khole. Vaishali ne haath nahi hataya. Hooks khule, blouse side hua. Uske boobs bahar aaye, bhaari, nipples pehle se hard. Vikram ne ek ko haath mein liya, dabaya, phir munh mein liya. Chusa, dheere pehle, phir tez. Daant se halka kaata. Vaishali ki moan tez hui, “Ahh…” Usne uska sir pakda aur apne boob par daba diya. “Aur…”

Vikram ne doosra boob bhi munh mein liya. Slurp ki awaaz. Usne dono ko pakda, dabaya, ek ke baad ek chusa. Vaishali ki kamar hil rahi thi. Uski chut aur geeli ho rahi thi. Usne socha, Arjun bagal mein hai, lekin usne nahi roka. Vikram ne uski panty side ki. Uski chut nangi thi, lips khule, ras se chamakte, daane sujhe hue. Usne ungli se chhua, tip se, phir dheere andar daali. Vaishali ne gasp kiya. “Yahan… Arjun dekh lega…”

“Usne train mein bhi sun liya tha,” Vikram ne kaha, uske kaan ke paas, awaaz bhari. “Kya farak padta hai.” Usne apna lund bahar nikala. Sakht tha, garam, nason se bhara hua, tip geela. Usne use uski chut par set kiya. Supada geeli daane se chhua. Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Vikram ne ek dheera dhakka maara. Tip andar gaya. Phir thoda aur. Phir ek heavy dhakka. Lund poora andar chala gaya, gehra, uske pet tak, uski deewar ko kholta hua. Vaishali ki moan tez nikli, “Ahh—!” Usne sofa ke armrest ko pakad liya. Uski taangein kaanp rahi thin.

Vikram ruk gaya, andar, gehra. Usne uske honthon par phir kiss kiya. Phir dheere se bahar nikala, tip tak, aur phir andar. Slow. Wet awaaz. Phir tez. Thap. Phir aur tez. Thap thap. Lund bahar aata, tip tak, phir gehra andar. Uski chut se ras nikal raha tha, uski jaanghon par, sofa par. Vaishali ki moan ab dheemi nahi thi. “Ahh— mmm—” Uski kamar uske dhakkon ke saath hil rahi thi. Pehle usne kaha tha ruk jao, lekin ab uski awaaz badal rahi thi. Vikram ne uske baal pakde aur aur tez kiya. Thap thap thap. Sofa hil raha tha. Wet, heavy, raw. Vaishali ne uske gale par daant gadaaye. Usne uske honthon ko chusa. “Jor se…” usne dheere se kaha, cheeks laal, lekin awaaz mein ab inkaar nahi tha.

Vikram ne uski dono taangein uthayi aur aur gehra andar kiya. Thap thap. Lund uske pet tak ja raha tha. Vaishali ki moan tez thi, tooti hui. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, deewar kas rahi thi. Ras beh raha tha. Usne socha, Arjun sun raha hai, lekin usne nahi roka. Uska jism chah raha tha. Vikram ne uske boobs pakde, nipple ko munh mein liya, aur tez chodna jaari rakha. Thap thap thap. Wet awaazein, moan, saans, sab mil kar hall mein goonj raha tha. Vaishali ne uske kandhon par haath rakhe aur uske saath hili. “Aur… gehra…” usne kaha. Vikram ne aur tez kiya. Lund poora andar, phir bahar, phir andar. Heavy. Deep. Raw. Uski chut geeli thi, uske lund se chipki hui, aur woh use poora le rahi thi, sofa par, bina roke.



Vikram ka lund ab bhi uski chut ke andar tha, gehra, jab usne dheere se bahar nikala aur phir tez dhakka maara. Thap. Vaishali ki moan tez nikli. Uski kamar uske saath hil rahi thi. Darwaze ke kone se Arjun dekh raha tha. Usne dekha apni maa ko sofa par, green silk kamar tak uthi hui, boobs nange, Vikram ka haath uske baalon mein, lund andar-bahar. Usne apna haath neeche le gaya, apne lund ko pakda, dheere se ragda.

Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Pehle usne kaha tha ruk jao, lekin ab uski awaaz badal chuki thi. “Aur… gehra…” usne kaha, dheere. Vikram ne uski ek taang uthayi aur aur tez kiya. Thap thap. Wet awaaz tez ho gayi. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, ras beh raha tha. Usne uske gale par daant gadaaye. “Jor se chodo…”

Arjun ne dekha. Usne dekha kaise uski maa ne khud apna haath Vikram ke kandhe par rakha aur uske saath hili. Kaise usne uske honthon ko chusa. Kaise uski moan ab dabi nahi thi. Usne apna lund tez ragda. Uski saans tez thi.

Vikram ne uske doosre boob ko munh mein liya, chusa, aur tez chodna jaari rakha. Vaishali ne uska sir pakda. “Chuso… aur… ahh—” Uski kamar tez hil rahi thi. Sofa ki awaaz, wet thap, uski moan, sab mil kar hall mein goonj raha tha. Arjun ne dekha uski maa ke boobs hil rahe hain, uski chut se ras nikal raha hai, Vikram ka lund gehra andar ja raha hai. Usne socha, woh enjoy kar rahi hai. Woh khud maang rahi hai.

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi, ek pal ke liye. Darwaze ki taraf nazar gayi, phir band ho gayi. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Usne Vikram ke gale par haath rakha aur uske saath hili. “Aur… please… jor se…” Vikram ne uske baal kas ke pakde aur heavy dhakke maare. Thap thap thap. Vaishali ki moan tez thi, tooti hui. Uski chut uske lund ko kas ke pakad rahi thi. Ras sofa par gir raha tha. Arjun ne apna lund tez ragda, aankhen uski maa par. Usne dekha kaise woh ab poori tarah uske saath hil rahi hai, kaise usne khud kaha hai jor se.

Vikram ne uski dono taangein uthayi aur aur gehra andar kiya. Vaishali ne uske honthon ko chusa, tez. “Chodo… aise hi…” Usne socha, Arjun dekh raha hai, lekin usne nahi roka. Uska jism chah raha tha. Vikram ne tez kiya. Thap thap. Wet, heavy, raw. Vaishali ki moan ab saaf thi. “Ahh— aur— gehra—” Arjun ne dekha, apna lund tez ragadta hua, aur socha ki woh ab mana nahi kar rahi. Woh maang rahi hai. Aur woh dekh raha hai.

Vikram ne aakhri tez dhakke maare. Thap thap. Lund poora andar dhasa, uske pet tak. Usne uski jaanghon ko kas ke pakda aur ruk gaya. Uska jism sakht hua. Garam virya uski chut ke andar chhoota, lambi dhaar mein, gehra. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Ek lambi, kaanpti moan uske gale se nikli, “Ahh—” Dono ki saans tez thi, tooti hui. Vikram uske upar pada hua tha, lund ab bhi andar, dheere dheere naram hota hua. Vaishali ke gaal laal the, paseene se geele. Uski chut uske virya se bhari hui thi, ras dono mil kar uski jaanghon par beh raha tha.

Vikram ne uske maathe par kiss kiya, phir honthon par. Dheere. Usne hasa, dheemi awaaz mein. Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Cheeks ab bhi laal. Usne bhi dheere se has diya, sharm se, lekin hasi thi. “Pagal ho tum,” usne kaha, awaaz kaanpti hui. Vikram ne uske baalon mein haath phera. “Aur tu?” Usne phir hasa. Dono ek pal ke liye aise hi rahe, sofa par, geele, saans tez. Phir Vikram ne dheere se lund bahar nikala. Virya uski chut se bahar aaya, sofa par gir gaya. Vaishali ne apni taangein band ki, green silk ko neeche kheenchne ki koshish ki. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thin.

Darwaze ke us paar Arjun khada tha. Usne sab dekha tha. Aakhri dhakke, uski maa ki moan, Vikram ka andar rukna, uska virya. Usne apna lund tez ragda tha, ab bhi pakda hua tha. Uski saans tez thi. Usne dekha apni maa ko sofa par, boobs nange, chut se ras beh raha, Vikram uske upar. Usne socha, woh has rahi thi. Woh sharma rahi thi, lekin has rahi thi. Uske andar guilt thi, lekin uska lund sakht tha. Usne apna haath tez chalaya, aankhen uski maa ke jism par. Uski chut, uske boobs, uski moan. Usne socha, kitni geeli thi. Kitna gehra le rahi thi. Kitna maang rahi thi. Usne aankhen band ki aur apne lund ko tez ragda. Uska jism sakht hua. Usne dheere se saans li, apna haath roka, aur darwaza dheere se band kar diya.

Hall mein Vaishali ne pallu uthaya, blouse theek kiya, jitna ho saka. Uski ungliyan ab bhi kaanp rahi thin. Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi. “Room mein chalte hain,” usne kaha. Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Dheere. Sharm thi. Guilt thi. Lekin usne haan kaha. Dono uth gaye. Sofa par ras aur virya ka nishaan pada hua tha. Vaishali ne ek baar peeche dekha, phir aankhen neeche ki. Usne socha, Arjun dekh raha hoga. Phir bhi woh Vikram ke saath bedroom ki taraf badh gayi. Darwaza band hua. Andar se dheemi awaazein aane lagi, phir tez. Arjun ne apne room mein suni. Uski maa ki moan. Vikram ki awaaz. Thap thap. Usne phir se apna lund pakda. Usne socha, woh ab bhi chud rahi hai. Aur woh sun raha hai. Guilt uske seene mein thi, lekin uska haath tez chal raha tha. Uski maa ka jism uske dimaag mein tha—nangi, geeli, maangti hui. Aur woh ruk nahi pa raha tha.


Arjun ne apne room ke darwaze ko dheere se band kiya tha, lekin band nahi kiya tha poora. Ek patli si darar chhod di thi. Usne socha tha ki woh nahi dekhega, nahi sunega, lekin uske pair nahi hate. Bedroom se awaazein aa rahi thin. Pehle dheemi. Phir tez. Uski maa ki moan. Vikram ki bhari saans. Sofa ab nahi tha. Bed tha. Thap thap ki awaaz. Wet. Geeli.

Arjun ne apna lund pakda. Pehle se sakht tha. Usne dheere se ragda. Aankhen band ki. Uske dimaag mein ab bhi sofa ka manzar tha. Uski maa, green silk kamar tak uthi hui, boobs nange, nipples hard, Vikram ka lund uski chut mein andar-bahar. Usne dekha tha kaise woh pehle “ruk jao” bol rahi thi, phir “jor se chodo” bolne lagi. Kaise usne khud apna blouse utara. Kaise usne Vikram ka sir apne boobs par daba diya. Kaise uski chut se ras beh raha tha, sofa par gir raha tha.

Ab bedroom se uski moan tez aa rahi thi. “Ahh— aur—” Arjun ne apna haath tez kiya. Usne socha, woh ab bhi maang rahi hai. Woh has rahi thi sofa par, sharma ke, lekin has rahi thi. Ab bed par woh aur tez moan kar rahi thi. Uske dimaag mein uski maa ka jism aaya—bhaari boobs, geeli chut, jaanghen khuli, Vikram ka lund gehra andar. Usne socha, kitni geeli thi. Kitna gehra le rahi thi. Kitna pasand aa raha tha use.

Guilt uske seene mein thi. Yeh uski maa thi. Uski apni maa. Jo usse sheera khilati thi. Jo uske sar par haath pherati thi. Ab woh Vikram ke neeche moan kar rahi thi, “jor se,” bol rahi thi. Arjun ne aankhen band ki aur apna lund tez ragda. Usne socha, uski chut kitni garam hogi. Kitni tight. Kitna ras nikal raha hoga. Usne dekha tha sofa par. Ab sun raha tha. Thap thap. Uski maa ki moan. Vikram ki awaaz, “randi ki tarah.”

Arjun ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne apna haath aur tez chalaya. Uski maa ka chehra uske dimaag mein tha—gaal laal, aankhen band, honth khule, moan karti hui. Uske boobs hilte hue. Uski chut uske lund ko pakadti hui. Usne socha, main kya kar raha hoon. Yeh galat hai. Phir bhi usne nahi roka. Uska lund sakht tha, garam, uske haath mein. Usne socha, agar main wahan hota. Agar main uski chut ko dekhta. Agar main uske boobs ko chhuta. Guilt tez hui. Lekin uska haath tez chala.

Bedroom se awaaz aur tez ho gayi. Uski maa ki moan ab saaf thi. “Ahh— gehra—” Vikram ki tez dhakke. Thap thap thap. Arjun ne apna lund kas ke pakda. Usne socha, woh aa rahi hogi. Uske andar. Uske virya se bhari hogi. Usne aankhen band ki. Uski maa ka nanga jism uske dimaag mein tha—geela, garam, maangta hua. Usne tez ragda. Uska jism sakht hua. Saans atak gayi. Usne dheere se saans chhodi, apna haath roka, aur darwaza poora band kar diya. Andar se awaazein ab bhi aa rahi thin. Uski maa ki moan. Aur woh sun raha tha. Guilt uske seene mein thi. Lekin uska lund ab bhi sakht tha. Aur woh jaanta tha, woh ruk nahi paayega.




Subah ki pehli dhoop suite ke pardo ko cheer kar andar aa rahi thi. Pura kamra samundari hawa ki namak aur pichhli raat ki bhari thakan se bhara hua tha. Vaishali ki aankh khuli toh uska pura jism kisi bhari bojh ke neeche dabata hua mehsoos ho raha tha. Haddiyon mein ek thaka hua dard tha, aur gardan ke paas beeti raat ke dabe hue nishaan dhoop mein saaf ubhar rahe the. Uski chut ab bhi sore thi, Vikram ke virya ka nishaan ab bhi uske andar pada hua tha. Vikram abhi bhi bed par befikr gehri neend so raha tha, uska chehra bilkul shant tha. Vaishali ne dheere se bina koi aawaz kiye bed chhoda, bathroom gayi aur garam paani ke neeche der tak khadi rahi, jaise shareer par lagi har chhuwan ko paani se baha dena chahti ho.

Bahar nikal kar usne wahi bottle-green silk saree dobara pehni. Blouse wahi sleeveless tha jiska gala gehra kata hua tha. Usne koshish ki ki pallu ko dono kandhon par kaskar baandh le, taaki collarbone ka til aur seene ka khula hissa, cleavage, jitna ho sake chhip sake. Par silk ka kapda bar-bar phisal raha tha.

Jab woh master bedroom ka darwaza khol kar connecting hall mein aayi, toh samne ka nazaara dekh kar uske kadam wahin jam gaye. Arjun pehle se sofa par baitha hua tha. Uske samne table par chai ka ek cup rakha tha jisme se dhuaan nikalna band ho chuka tha. Arjun ka chehra peela pad chuka tha, aankhein laal thin aur palkon ke neeche gehre kaale ghere the—saaf dikh raha tha ki raat bhar usne ek pal ke liye bhi neend nahi li thi. Usne sofa par apni maa ko dekha tha, uski chut se ras behte hue, uski moan suni thi, aur apna lund ragda tha.

Tabhi peeche se master bedroom ka darwaza khula aur Vikram angdaai lete hue bahar nikla. Usne fresh hokar shorts aur polo t-shirt pehan li thi. “Uth gaye dono?” Vikram ne bilkul aam mardana lahze mein kaha. “Main neeche restaurant ja raha hoon, kuch fresh breakfast aur coffee order karta hoon. Tum dono tab tak tayaar ho jao, aaj dopahar ko humein cruise par nikalna hai.” Usne aage badhkar beparwah andaz mein Vaishali ke maathe par ek halka sa kiss kiya aur Arjun ke kandhe par hath thapthapate hue suite ka main door khola aur bahar nikal gaya.

Darwaza band hone ki click aawaz ke sath hi suite ke andar ek ajeeb sa, dam-ghotne wala sannata chha gaya. Vaishali chupchap sofa ke doosre kone par baith gayi. Usne dono haathon se apne green pallu ko kaskar seene par bheencha hua tha. Nazrein zameen par gadh gayi thin.

Arjun ne aahista se apna cup table par rakha. Uske haath halki thartharahat ke sath thehre. Usne gardan utha kar seedha Vaishali ki taraf dekha. “Aapko yeh sab pasand aane laga hai na?” Arjun ne seedha pucha.

Vaishali ka dil ek pal ke liye dhadakna bhool gaya. “Kya bol raha hai tu?”

“Wahi jo aap achhi tarah jaanti hain,” Arjun ne aage jhukte hue kaha. “Kal dopahar ko sofa par. Kal raat connecting door ke us paar. Maine sab dekha hai, sab suna hai. Train mein bhi aapne use ek baar nahi roka tha. Aapki aawaz, aapka uske samne jhukna. Aap uske sath waise hi rehti hain jaise koi aurat apni marzi se apne shauhar ke sath rehti hai. Aapne khud kaha tha jor se chodo. Aapki chut geeli thi. Aap moan kar rahi thin.”

Vaishali ke gaal sharm aur be-basi se aag ki tarah sulag uthe. “Chup kar Arjun! Apni hadd mat bhool.”

“Main kyun chup rahun? Aap meri maa hain! Jis aurat ko maine pichhle bees saal ghar ke kone mein puja ki thali uthaye dekha hai, woh aaj kisi jawan mard ke aage is tarah. Aapne khud apna pallu giraya, aapne khud use rokne se inkaar kiya. Aap uske lund ko andar le rahi thin aur maang rahi thin.”

Chataakh! Vaishali ka haath Arjun ke gaal par pada. Thappad ki aawaz goonji. Arjun ka sir mud gaya. Chai chhalak gayi.

Vaishali ki saansein phool rahi thin. Aansu nikal aaye. “Maar lijiye,” Arjun ne kaha, gaal laal. “Ek baar aur maar lijiye. Gaal par thappad maarne se sachai nahi badal jayegi. Jawab dijiye na mujhe. Kya aapko yeh sab bura lag raha hai? Sach mein? Aapko uska lund pasand aa raha hai na? Aapki chut uske liye geeli ho rahi hai na?”

Vaishali ke andar ka parda phat chuka tha. Pallu sarak gaya, cleavage khul gaya. Usne theek nahi kiya. “Haan! Haan, mujhe achha lagta hai! Ab sun liya tune?”

Arjun ka chehra sunn pad gaya.

“Tu mujhse hisaab maangne aaya hai Arjun? Mujhe uske haath kisne becha tha? Tune aur tere baap ne. Register par sign karwate waqt yaad nahi aaya tha ki main teri maa hoon? Maine kitni koshish ki khud ko bachane ki. Tere baap ne bees saal mein mujhe ek aurat nahi samjha. Ek nayi saree tak nahi di. Aur Vikram ne kya kiya? Usne mujhe choda. Usne meri chut ko bhara. Usne mere boobs chuse. Usne mujhe woh sukh diya jo tum logon ne kabhi nahi diya. Mera jism uski chhuwan par pighalta hai. Woh mera pati hai. Woh mera shauhar hai. Ab khush hai tu? Mil gaya jawab?”

Arjun ke paas koi lafz nahi bache. Uski gardan jhuk gayi. Gaal par thappad ka nishaan jal raha tha. Vaishali ne pallu uthaya. Dono ke beech ka fasla teen foot ka tha, lekin rishta mitti mein mil chuka tha. Chai thandi ho chuki thi. Suite ke andar sannaata phail gaya tha.

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Dopahar dhal chuki thi aur dhoop halki narangi hone lagi thi jab Vikram ne suite ke hall mein aakar beparwah andaz mein aadesh diya, “Chalo, beach par chalte hain. Aaj aakhri sham hai, toh mahol pura khula hona chahiye.”

Vaishali ne nazrein neeche kar leen. Subah Arjun ke sath hui takraar abhi bhi uske seene mein aag ki tarah jal rahi thi. Gaal par pada thappad, Arjun ka sawal, aur uska apna woh khaufnaak iqraar—ki haan, use yeh nayi zindagi pasand aane lagi hai, uska lund pasand aane laga hai, uski chut uske liye geeli hoti hai. Uske andar ek ajeeb sa baaghi gussa aur zidd thi. Agar use sabke samne be-parda hi kar diya gaya tha, toh ab use kisi maryada ko bachane ka koi matlab nazar nahi aa raha tha.

Usne bathroom mein jaakar Vikram ka laya hua navy-blue bikini pehna. Do-piece. Patla, tight, boobs ka aadha hissa bahar, cleavage gehra, taangein poori nangi. Aaine mein khud ko dekhte waqt uske dil mein halki si jhijhak abhi bhi thi, par usne ek patli safed resort chadar ko sirf kandhon par dala aur darwaza khol kar bahar aa gayi. Usne socha, Arjun ne mujhe sofa par dekha. Usne suna. Ab use dikhane do.

Hall mein Arjun baitha hua tha. Jaise hi usne aahat sunkar sar uthaya, uske hosh ud gaye. Samne uski maa khadi thi—jisne bees saal saree ke alawa kuch nahi pehna tha—aaj bikini mein. Boobs ubhare hue, pet nanga, taangein nangi, mangalsutra cleavage mein latakta hua. Arjun ke gale mein lafz jam gaye. Uske seene mein krodh, sharm aur ghutan ka sailab uth gaya. Usne foran apni aankhein pher leen, lekin uska lund dheere se sakht hone laga. Usne socha, yeh meri maa hai. Yeh wahi chut hai jo maine sofa par dekhi thi, geeli, ras se bhari.

Vikram ne yeh sab dekha aur uske honthon par alpha muskaan phail gayi. Usne man mein hasa. Launda sakht ho gaya. “Chal Arjun, neeche beach shacks par chalte hain.”

Beach par shaam ke waqt kaafi bheed thi. Vaishali chadar ko sambhalti hui ret par aage badh rahi thi, par uski har harkat par aate-jaate logon ki nazrein thehar rahi thin—ek mature aurat jiske gale mein bhaari mangalsutra tha, maang mein taaza sindoor, aur jism par yeh bikini. Vikram ne aage badhkar bina kisi jhijhak ke uske kandhe se chadar ko sarka diya aur apna bhari haath Vaishali ki nangi kamar par mazbooti se daba diya. “Sharma mat. Maine kaha tha na, sabko dekhne de ki meri biwi kitni aakarshak hai. Teri chut kitni tight hai, yeh log nahi jaante, lekin dekhne de.”

Vaishali ke gaal laal ho gaye, par is baar usne Vikram ka haath hatane ki koi koshish nahi ki. Subah ki zidd uske andar abhi bhi zinda thi. Usne chadar ko aur sarakne diya. Boobs aur khul gaye. Arjun peeche chal raha tha. Usne dekha. Uska lund poora sakht ho gaya. Usne haath jeb mein daal liya, dabaaya, dheere.

Dono samundar ke thande jhag-bhare paani mein utre. Lehrein unke pairon aur kamar se takra rahi thin. Vikram ne Vaishali ko peeche se apni baahon ke ghere mein jakad liya, uska bhari seena Vaishali ki nangi peeth se bilkul sat gaya. Usne uske kaan mein kaha, dheemi awaaz mein, “Dekh, Arjun wahan kinare par khada hai. Uski nazar tere boobs par hai. Teri chut par. Woh jaanta hai main tujhe kaise chodta hoon. Woh sun chuka hai. Ab use dekhne de.”

Vaishali ne palat kar kinare ki taraf dekha. Ret par Arjun akela khada tha, haath jeb mein, aankhein un dono par. Uske chehre par dard tha, lekin uska lund sakht tha. Vaishali ke dil mein ek thandi si kasak uthi, par usne nazar jhukane ke bajaye Vikram ke kandhe par apna haath thoda aur kaskar rakh diya. Usne peeche haath badhaya, Vikram ke lund ko paani ke neeche chhua, dheere se ragda. Vikram ne hasa, dheere. “Naughty ho rahi hai.”

Vaishali ne dheere se muskaan di. Usne socha, Arjun dekh raha hai. Use pata chal jaaye. Main badal gayi hoon. Woh jaanta hai main iske liye geeli hoti hoon. Usne Vikram ke lund ko aur ragda, paani ke neeche. Arjun ne dekha. Usne dekha apni maa ko paani mein, bikini mein, Vikram ke saath, uska haath uske lund par. Usne socha, woh jaan ke kar rahi hai. Woh dikha rahi hai. Uska lund aur sakht ho gaya. Usne jeb mein haath tez kiya, dheere, taaki koi na dekhe.

Vaishali ne Vikram ke kaan mein kaha, dheere, “Woh dekh raha hai.” Vikram ne uski kamar aur kas ke pakdi. “Dekhne de. Teri chut meri hai. Use pata chal jaaye.” Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Paani mein, usne apna jism Vikram se chipka diya. Boobs uske seene se dabe. Arjun ne dekha. Uski maa, nangi si, Vikram ke saath, jaan ke. Uske andar guilt thi, lekin uska lund sakht tha. Aur woh jaanta tha, woh ruk nahi paayega.


Paani mein Vaishali ab bhi Vikram se chipki hui thi. Uske boobs uske seene se dabe hue the, bikini ka kapda geela, chipka hua. Arjun kinare par khada tha, haath jeb mein, lund sakht. Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi aur dheere se kaha, “Chal, thodi der peeche.” Vaishali ne uski taraf dekha. “Kahan?”
“Wahan,” Vikram ne sar hilaaya, samundar ke us taraf jahan bade pathar the, chhote rock, log kam the. “Bas do minute.”
Vaishali ne Arjun ki taraf dekha. Usne dekha. Phir Vikram ki taraf. Usne socha, subah usne kaha tha use pasand aata hai. Ab dikhane do. Usne sir hila diya, dheere. “Theek hai.”
Dono paani se bahar nikle. Chadar Vaishali ne nahi li. Bikini geeli thi, chipki hui, cleavage gehra, taangein nangi. Vikram ne uska haath pakda aur patharon ki taraf le gaya. Arjun ne dekha. Usne dekha apni maa ko, bikini mein, Vikram ke saath, patharon ke peeche jaate hue. Usne socha, woh jaan ke ja rahi hai. Uska lund aur sakht ho gaya. Usne jeb mein haath tez kiya, dheere.



Patharon ke peeche jagah chhoti thi, ret geeli, hawa thandi. Vikram ne Vaishali ko pathar se laga diya. “Kya kar rahe ho?” usne pucha, awaaz dheemi, lekin usne haath nahi hataya.
“Wahi jo tu chahti hai,” Vikram ne kaha. Usne uski bikini ka top side kiya, boobs bahar aaye, geele, nipples hard. Usne ek ko munh mein liya, chusa, tez. Vaishali ki moan dabi hui nikli. “Yahan… log—”
“Koi nahi hai.” Vikram ne apna lund bahar nikala, sakht, aur uski bikini bottom side ki. Uski chut nangi thi, geeli. Usne lund set kiya aur ek heavy dhakka maara. Lund poora andar chala gaya. Vaishali ki moan tez nikli, “Ahh—” Usne pathar pakad liya. Vikram ne tez chodna shuru kiya. Thap thap. Wet. Ret mein uske pair dhans rahe the. Vaishali ne pehle kaha, “Dheere…”, lekin do dhakkon ke baad uski kamar uske saath hilne lagi. “Aur… jor se…”
Vikram ne uske baal pakde aur tez kiya. Thap thap thap. Uski chut se ras beh raha tha. Vaishali ne uske gale par daant gadaaye. “Chodo… aise hi…” Vikram ne aakhri tez dhakke maare. Lund poora andar dhasa. Virya uski chut ke andar chhoota. Vaishali ki moan lambi nikli. Dono ki saans tez thi. Vikram ne lund bahar nikala. Virya uski jaanghon par beh gaya. Usne bikini theek ki, jaldi. “Chal.”
Pandrah minute baad dono wapas aaye. Vaishali chal rahi thi, dheere, pair thode khule. Uski chut sore thi, virya ab bhi andar tha, bikini geeli. Arjun ne dekha. Usne dekha apni maa ko, chal rahi hai aise jaise abhi chudi ho. Uska lund sakht tha. Usne socha, woh patharon ke peeche gayi thi. Usne suna nahi, lekin jaanta tha. Vikram ne uski kamar par haath rakha, beparwah. Vaishali ne Arjun ki taraf dekha, ek pal, phir nazar neeche ki. Usne socha, use pata chal gaya hoga. Phir bhi usne Vikram ka haath nahi hataya.
Dono phir paani mein utre. Vikram ne usse peeche se pakda. “Theek hai?” Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Dheere. Usne peeche haath badhaya, uske lund ko paani ke neeche chhua. Vikram ne hasa, dheere. Arjun ne dekha. Usne dekha apni maa ko, paani mein, Vikram ke saath, haath uske lund par, jaan ke. Usne socha, woh dikha rahi hai. Woh badal gayi hai. Uska lund aur sakht ho gaya. Usne jeb mein haath tez kiya. Guilt uske seene mein thi. Lekin usne nahi roka. Aur Vaishali ne jaan ke Vikram se chipakne diya, paani mein, Arjun ki nazar mein.



Shaam dhal chuki thi. Beach se laut kar suite ke hall mein teeno aaye. Vaishali seedha bathroom chali gayi. Bikini ab bhi uske jism par chipki hui thi, geeli, aur uski chut ab bhi sore thi. Patharon ke peeche jo hua tha, uska nishaan ab bhi uske andar tha. Vikram ne towel uthaya aur sofa par baith gaya. Arjun doosri taraf baitha. Uske haath ab bhi kaanp rahe the. Usne dekha tha. Paani mein. Patharon ki taraf jaate hue. Wapas aate hue. Uski maa chal rahi thi dheere, pair thode khule. Uska lund ab bhi sakht tha, lekin usne jeb mein haath rakha hua tha.
Vaishali bathroom se bahar aayi. Usne ek loose nighty pehan li thi, sleeveless, short. Pallu nahi tha. Cleavage dikh raha tha. Usne Vikram ki taraf dekha, ek pal, phir Arjun ki taraf. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Sofa ke doosre kone par baith gayi. Vikram ne uski taraf dekha aur hasa, dheere. “Theek hai?” Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Dheere. Uske gaal ab bhi laal the.
Arjun ne aankhen neeche ki. Usne socha, woh jaan ke gayi thi. Usne socha, patharon ke peeche kya hua. Usne suna nahi, lekin jaanta tha. Uska lund sakht tha. Guilt uske seene mein thi. Phir bhi usne nahi pucha. Abhi nahi.
Vikram ne towel side kiya. “Arjun,” usne kaha, awaaz mein wahi beparwah alpha tone. “Tu bhi thoda khul. Birthday hai tera. Itna tension kyun.”
Arjun ne sir hila diya. “Nahi. Theek hoon.”
Vikram ne hasa. “Theek hai. Main thodi der balcony mein hoon.” Usne Vaishali ki taraf dekha. “Tu so ja. Raat ko kuch special hai.” Vaishali ne uski taraf dekha. Aankhen mili. Usne dheere se sir hila diya. Vikram uth gaya aur balcony ki taraf badh gaya. Darwaza khula chhod diya.
Hall mein sannata chha gaya. Vaishali sofa par baithi thi. Arjun samne. Usne socha, ab poochun. Usne socha, patharon ke peeche. Usne socha, uski maa. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, guilt. Phir usne pucha, awaaz dheemi. “Bhaiya… patharon ke peeche… kya hua?”
Vaishali ne aankhen uthaayi. Gaal laal ho gaye. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Vikram balcony se awaaz di, “Kya hua?”


Shaam dhal chuki thi. Beach se laut kar suite ke hall mein teeno aaye. Vaishali seedha bathroom chali gayi. Bikini ab bhi uske jism par chipki hui thi, geeli, aur uski chut ab bhi sore thi. Patharon ke peeche jo hua tha, uska nishaan ab bhi uske andar tha. Vikram ne towel uthaya aur sofa par baith gaya. Arjun doosri taraf baitha. Uske haath ab bhi kaanp rahe the. Usne dekha tha. Paani mein. Patharon ki taraf jaate hue. Wapas aate hue. Uski maa chal rahi thi dheere, pair thode khule. Uska lund ab bhi sakht tha, lekin usne jeb mein haath rakha hua tha.
Vaishali bathroom se bahar aayi. Usne ek loose nighty pehan li thi, sleeveless, short. Pallu nahi tha. Cleavage dikh raha tha. Usne Vikram ki taraf dekha, ek pal, phir Arjun ki taraf. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Sofa ke doosre kone par baith gayi. Vikram ne uski taraf dekha aur hasa, dheere. “Theek hai?” Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Dheere. Uske gaal ab bhi laal the.
Arjun ne aankhen neeche ki. Usne socha, woh jaan ke gayi thi. Usne socha, patharon ke peeche kya hua. Usne suna nahi, lekin jaanta tha. Uska lund sakht tha. Guilt uske seene mein thi. Phir bhi usne nahi pucha. Abhi nahi.
Vikram ne towel side kiya. “Arjun,” usne kaha, awaaz mein wahi beparwah alpha tone. “Tu bhi thoda khul. Birthday hai tera. Itna tension kyun.”
Arjun ne sir hila diya. “Nahi. Theek hoon.”
Vikram ne hasa. “Theek hai. Main thodi der balcony mein hoon.” Usne Vaishali ki taraf dekha. “Tu so ja. Raat ko kuch special hai.” Vaishali ne uski taraf dekha. Aankhen mili. Usne dheere se sir hila diya. Vikram uth gaya aur balcony ki taraf badh gaya. Darwaza khula chhod diya.
Hall mein sannata chha gaya. Vaishali sofa par baithi thi. Arjun samne. Usne socha, ab poochun. Usne socha, patharon ke peeche. Usne socha, uski maa. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, guilt. Phir usne pucha, awaaz dheemi. “Bhaiya… patharon ke peeche… kya hua?”
Vaishali ne aankhen uthaayi. Gaal laal ho gaye. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Vikram balcony se awaaz di, “Kya hua?”