Romance 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶𝘁

[Werewolf]

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[ayush01111]

Bhai kya tha ye aag ka gola prena is like bum jo bina batey kahi bhi faat jati hai sahi jaa raha hai maza aeyga

Update - 3 ~ The Approval​

Ab tak...

Kya waqai... ye pyaar tha? Kya mein aage badh sakta tha? Usne mujhse jawaab maanga tha. Aur, maine samay.

Mujhe jald hi nirnay lena tha. Aur, use jawaab dena tha. Par... Kya waqai mein aur Prerna ek saath? Kahi ye koi library waala timepass toh nahi tha?

Aur, bas isliye maine aaj bandage se use aazmaaya tha. Lekin... uski parvah... mujhe saaf-saaf dikhayi de rahi thi. Ye jhooth nahi tha.

Mein neend ke aaghosh me chala gaya, iss baat se poornta anjaan ki kal ka din mere liye aur bhi chaukaane waala hone waala tha.

Ab aage...

Aaj woh nahi aayi.

Prerna ke bina library thodi sooni-si lag rahi thi. Ajeeb baat thi. Maine use bas kuchh hi samay ke liye jaana tha, par phir bhi uski gerr-maujoodgi mere chaaro orr ek khaalipann sa bana rahi thi.

Maine apne bagal se rakhi khaali seat ko dekha. Uski seat. Uski desk. Uski kitaabein, notes jo usne desk ke saamne board par chipkaaye hue the. Sab mujhe uski yaad dila rahe the.

‘Come on, Rachit! Tum kab se aise aashiq bann gaye bhala?’

Maine khud hi se mann me kehte hue dhyaan bhatkaane ki koshish ki, par nazar wapas se phone ki screen par uske message par chali gayi :

“So, sorry Rachit. Bina bataaye hi gayab ho gayi. Train me hu. Sagar jaa rahi hu. Didi ke yaha. Urgent hai.”

Maine bhi bas “Ok” likhte hue phone ko side me rakh diya.

Shaam hui toh sirf mein aur Khushi hi the. Prerna nahi thi aaj humaare beech. Mujhe toh laga tha ki aaj Prerna ki gerr-haaziri me Khushi mere saath nahi jaayegi. Par, shayad mein galat tha.

“Chale?”

Woh muskuraate hue meri row me aayi. Aas-paas ke ladke sirf usko hi dekh rahe the. Kabhi wo use dekhte toh kabhi mujhe aur sochne lagte ki akhir hum dono ke beech kya scene chal raha hai?

Jalte hai saale sab mujhse.

Meri chhaati bhi kahi na kahi Khushi ke aane se chaudi ho gayi. Dekho saalo! Aisi honi chahiye dost. Mein mann hi mann muskuraaya.

Maine ek pal Khushi ko dekha aur uss se bola, “Mujhe laga tha tum nahi chalogi mere saath.”

“Kyu?”

“Well, you know… kyunki, aaj Prerna nahi hai. Aur, mein hi hu bas so-”

Khushi ne apna sirr jhukaaya, aadha hasi se aur aadha sharm se, “Pagal ho kya, Rachit? We are friends. Chill. Overthinking kar rahe ho tum. Chalo ab.”

Jis tarah se usne ye baat kahi, bina kisi hich-kichahat ke, ekdum saral dhang se, na jaane kyu par mujhe apne dil me ek garmahat si mehsoos hui.

Hum library ke baahar nikle, gali se tehelte-tehelte chai ke stall tak pahuche. Humaare beech ek sannaata chhaaya hua tha. Maano hum dono hi kuchh bhi uut-pataang kehne se pehle sahi shabd soch rahe the.

Akhirkar, Khushi ne hi chuppi todi. “Jaante ho… mein itna easily kisi se open up nahi hoti.”

Mein muskuraya. “Aur, phir bhi tum ise ab keh rahi ho? Mere saamne? Jaha humein mile bas kuchh hi din hue hai?Kya mere saamne ab tum open up nahi ho rahi?”

Woh thoda ghabrahat me hasi aur apne baalo ki ek latt ko kaan ke peechhe karte hue boli. “Haan! Shayad isliye ki… you feel safe to talk to.”

Ek baar phir khamoshi chhaa gayi. Use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki kya kahe, isliye usne bas sirr hila diya.

Woh aage badhne se pehle phir jhijhki, “School days me maine bahut struggle kiya hai… Sheher badalna, friends ko khona, naye sirey se shuruwat karna. Kabhi-kabhi aisa lagta hai jaise mein humesha group me nayi hu.”

Chalte-chalte usne sadak par pade chhote se kankad par laat maari. “Lekin, Prerna… Wo sabko kaise jod ke rakhti hai. Make sure karti hai ki koi bhi uncomfortable na feel kare. I mean… thanks to her. Uski wajah se hi tum aur mein mile.”

“Hmm!” Maine dheere se sehmati jataayi.

“Mujhe yeh nahi pasand.” Woh achanak hi boli.

“Huh? Kya nahi pasand?”

“Ye jo tumne abhi-abhi kiya.”

“Kya kiya maine?” Mein confused tha. Bhala maine kya kar diya ab?

“Ye ‘hmm’ kehna. I hate this word. Aisa lagta hai conversation khatam karne ke liye kaha gaya ho.”

Mein hasa. “Achha ji! Toh, phir kya kahu?”

“Kuchh bhi. Par, ye ‘hmm’ nahi.”

“Theek! Toh kaha the hum? Ah! Right! Tum Prerna ke baare me baat kar rahi thi ki wo logo ko jod ke rakhti hai.”

“Haan!”

“Toh, woh glue hai!”

Woh muskurayi. Meri aur uski nazrein ek second se zyaada derr ke liye aapas me tiki rahi. Aur, phir usne nazrein pher li.

Apna gala saaf kar boli. “Toh… Lagta hai hume bhi numbers exchange kar lene chahiye. Prerna yaha humaare liye sab kuchh manage karne ke liye nahi hai. *smiles* Hai na?”

“Sure!”

Aur, aise hi humne aapas me numbers bhi exchange kar liye. Ye sab kuchh tab hua… jab Prerna humaare beech nahi thi.

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Agli subah mera phone baj utha. Message Prerna ka tha :

“Kya hua handsome? Miss kiya kal mujhe?”

Aur, mere jawaab dene se pehle hi call request aa gayi. Aisi waisi nahi. Video call ki call request.

‘Fuck!!!’

Video call? Subah-subah? Woh bhi ek khubsurat ladki se? Maine apne aap ko sheeshe me dekha toh paaya ki mere baal ast-vyast the, aur aankhon ke ird-gird sone ki wajah se papdi-daar straav jama hua tha.

‘Iski maa ki choot-!!!’

Mere muh se yahi nikla. Mein fatafat bathroom me bhaaga, haath-muh dhoya, brush kiya aur phir baahar aaya, itni derr me uska ek baar call cut ho chuka tha.

Maine apne baal sawaare. Nangi chhaati par fatafat ek t-shirt daali aur dusri baar me uski call accept ki.

Uska chehra screen par nazar aaya. Aur, mujhe dekhte hi-

“Uff~” Usne naatkeeya dhang se saans chhorte hue kaha. “Ab mujhe pata chala ki maine kal kya miss kar diya tha. Itna handsome hone ki zaroorat nahi hai, mister.”

'Bach gayi baawli gaand...!'

Mein mann hi mann muskuraya. Agar, aise hi phone utha liya hota, toh shayad agle din se Prerna hi muh pherna shuru kar deti.

Uske compliment par mere hontho par bebas ek muskaan aa gayi. Online ki duniya me waqai yeh ladki alag thi. Kuchh zyada hi bold, zyada straightforward, zyada hi aggressive. Ekdum unfiltered.

“Aur, ye kya-? Pehli baar me call kyu nahi uthaaya? Sharma gaye the kya?” Wo andaaze se muskuraate hue boli.

Mein andar hi andar thoda sehma.

'Madarchod... Ise kaise pata chala!?'

Par, mein nidar hoke bola, “Washroom me tha. Sorry!”

Baate karte hue wo apne bag me se kapde nikaalne lagi. “Cousin didi ke yaha aayi hui hu. Jiju hai na jo, unka accident ho gaya tha kal. Abhi theek hai. Lekin, didi ko ab kisi ki help ki need thi. Aur, mein thoda nazdeek me thi. Isliye, aana pada.”

Maine haami bhari. Har baat par dhyaan diya aur sochne laga.

Phir, beech vaakya me hi woh muskuraayi. “Chalo! Ab mujhe nahaana hai. *smiles* Baad me baat karti hu tumse.”

Aur, iske pehle ki kaash mein apne muh par tape maar paata, mere muh se nikal gaya :

“Humein bhi dikha do!”

‘FUCK!!!’

Mein mann hi mann apne aap ko gaali diya. Ye kya chudaap maine keh diya?

Ek pal ke liye woh thitak gayi, uski aankhein hairangi me chaudi ho gayi.

Yeah. Hate me now. Gayi ye dosti ab. Ye hota hai zyada muh chalaane ka parinaam.

Mein soch raha tha ki ab toh meri izzat gayi par achanak hi woh hass padi.

“Ek number ke paagal ho tum, hahahaha!”

Aur, hasste hue usne phone kaat diya. Mein bas khaali screen ko ghoorta raha. Aadha hairat me, aadha raahat me.

Sarr hilaate hue mein library ke liye ready hone laga jab achanak mere jeevan me ek yaadgaar bani rehni waali ghatna mere saath hui.

Prerna ka video call...

Ek baar phirse aaya.

'Hmm?'

Maine bina kuchh zyada soche call pick kiya. Magar, screen par dekha toh kuchh bhi nazar nahi aa raha tha.

"Hello??" Maine awaaz lagaayi.

Aur, phir screen se kaalapann hata aur mujhe bas safed deewar nazar aayi.

“Hello?” Maine dobaara awaaz lagaayi.

“Ek minute…!” Mujhe Prerna ki awaaz sunaayi di. Aur, tabhi-

Achanak hi phone muda aur mujhe wo nazar aayi.

‘Huh??’

Meri aankhein chaudi ho gayi. Mein tak-taki lagaaye screen ko ghoor raha tha. Aur, woh? Woh sharma rahi thi aur muskura rahi thi.

Kaaran?

Woh mere saamne video call me keval ek light pink color ki bra me thi. Mein jaha baitha hua tha, jhatse uth gaya. Aas-paas dekhne laga. Koi dekh toh nahi raha na? Koi dekh leta toh mere laude lag jaane the.

Kya yeh sach-much me ho raha tha? Ya keval ek sapna tha?

“Arey kuchh bolo-!!!” Woh hasste hue boli. Nahi. Yeh sapna nahi tha. Yeh haqeeqat thi.

‘Fuckkk!’

“H-Huh-!? Y-Ye-!?” Mein thoda sakpakaya.

“Kya hua ab? Abhi thodi derr pehle toh bahut udd rahe the. Humein bhi dekhna hai. Humein bhi dikha do! Ab kya hua? Darr gaye kya?”

Woh challenge se boli. Par, nahi. Mein aur darr jau? Hargiz nahi! Mard hu! Bhala mein kaise iss kanya se darr ke peechhe hatt sakta tha?

Meri aankhein uske urojo par hi gadi hui thi, jo light pink bra me itne kaamuk lag rahe the ki niyantran banaaye rakhna mere liye behad hi mushqil ho raha tha.

“Mein bas… Maine ye expect nahi kiya tha. Aisa kabhi nahi hua mere saath, you know. Mujhe nahi laga tha ki tum… ki tum…”

“...ki mein aise tumhare saamne aa jaungi? Yahi na?” Woh nasheeli aankhein liye mujh se muskuraate hue poochhi.

‘Shit-!!!’

Mein andar hi andar khud ko kosta reh gaya. Uski baat sahi thi. Meri nigaahein screen par hi tainaat thi. Washroom ki deewaarein light green color ke rang se puti hui thi. Aur, call ki shuruwat me jo safed deewar mujhe dikhi thi… wo zaahir taur se — ceiling thi. Mujhe keval aur keval uske sarr se lekar uski kamar tak ka view hi dikhaayi de raha tha.

Iss se maine ek anumaan laga liya tha. Shayad Prerna bhi iske liye ready nahi thi. Aur, kisi ke liye woh yeh sab shayad pehli baar kar rahi thi. Yeh mera khud ka andaaza tha.

Agar, yeh uska pehli baar nahi hota, toh woh mujhe call karte waqt sharma ke camera ko ceiling ki taraf nahi rakhti. Iska matlab… usne itni derr tak mann banaaya, phir himmat jutaayi aur akhirkar, woh camera neeche karte hue mere saamne iss haalat me aayi.

Ya phir…

Kahi aisa toh nahi ki-

It was all just a hoax!?

Pal bhar ke liye meri bauhe sikudi.

Wait-!!!

Maine apna maatha peeta. Yeh sab mein kya sochne laga? Meri overthinking ki aadat kabhi nahi chhooth sakti.

*Sigh*

Maine ek aah chhori aur wapas se call par dhyaan diya.

“Haan! Generally, aisa nahi hota na! Koi bhi ladki kisi ladke ko iss tarah se-”

“Hum koi bhi toh nahi hai, Rachit!?”

“Lekin, hum utne close bhi nahi hai, right?” Maine virodh me kaha.

“Haan! Par-! Ab mein aisi hi hu! I mean… mere liye bhi ye sab new hi hai, okay?”

Maine notice kiya ki woh baar-baar apne haatho se apne cleavage ko dhak rahi thi.

“Ab kuchh kahoge bhi-!?”

“Sundar hai!”

Mere bolte hi uske gaal sharm se laal ho gaye.

“Hmm… aur?”

“Aur, ye ki-”

“..ki??”

“...ki andar se aur dikh jaate toh-”

Mera haraami dimaag apne kaam par lag chuka tha. Bol toh muh raha tha, par shabd mere laude ke the. Isme koi shaq nahi tha. Ye saari ichhaayein mere param naag - mere ling ki thi. Muh toh bas ek zariya tha, apni khwaish ko jataane ka.

Aur, mere usoolo me se ek aur usool — laude se kabhi nahi sochna chahiye. Par, mein thehra mard. Jab saamne itne mast, aankhon ko lubhaane waale bable maujood ho, toh koi kaise unhe bina dekhe jaane de sakta hai?

Mein toh nahi…! Hargiz nahi! Woh kehte hai na - ummeed pe duniya qaayam hai. Galat kehte hai. Asli kahavat yeh hai - Risk pe duniya qaayam hai.

Jo risk lega, wahi bata sakta hai ki aage raasta hai ya phir gulaabi bra use roke hue hai.

Aur, mere maamle me-

Shayad raasta saaf tha.

“Paagal kahi ke…! Hatt!” Prerna zorr se sharmaayi par boli ekdum dheere se.

Zaahir taur se, woh apni didi ke ghar par thi, yaani ki uski didi ghar par hi maujood thi. Washroom me shor karna matlab khud ke perr par kulhadi maarne jaisa tha.

“Kya? Arey bhai… Yeh toh wahi baat ho gayi ki maine tumse poochha ki kya tum santra khaogi? Tumne kaha haan! Maine tumhe santra chheel ke diya par phir ye bhi keh diya ki tum santra keval dekh sakti ho, kha nahi sakti. Ye kya baat hui?”

Mere ajab laude ka gajab logic keher dhaa raha tha. Mein kuchh bhi kar ke aaj jaise uske bable dekhna hi chaahta tha.

“Y-Ye kaha ka waahiyat logic hai? Aur… Aur waise bhi, sahi hi toh hai. Tum kha nahi sakte. Dekh sakte ho. *blushes*”

Uske double meaning par maine bhi apni parat chadhaani shuru kar di.

“Tum shayad yeh bhool rahi ho ki maine tumhe… santra chheel ke diya tha.” Mein harami muskaan liye use dekha.

“T-Tum-! *blushes* H-Haan toh ye kya hai? Maine top utaar diya. Equal ho gaya.”

“Santre me… uski kaliyo par bhi chhilke hote hai. Unhe kaun hatayega?” Maine kapti muskaan liye uski bra ki orr ishaara kiya.

“Hatt! *blushes* Mujhe nahi khelna ye game. Stupid!!!”

Kehte hue wo camera ke frame se baahar chali gayi. Aur, mein yuhi hassta reh gaya. Shayad maine kuchh zyada hi kar diya tha.

Jo bhi ho, yeh ladki ekdum hi alag thi. Iske jaisi maine aaj tak koi ladki nahi dekhi thi. Hum kitni tezi se ek dusre ke qareeb aa rahe the.

Ek din hum mile, kuchh hi dino me usne mujhe pyaar ka izhaar bhi kar diya aur aaj mein-

Use iss haalat me dekh raha tha jaise ki ye sab ekdum normal ho. Samay kitna balwaan hota hai, yeh bhi mein aaj jaan gaya tha.

“By the way… Rachit… Toh, kya socha tumne?”

Uski awaaz mujhe sunayi di. Woh abhi bhi camera ke frame se baahar hi thi.

“Kis baare me?”

“...”

“Ohh! Tumhare proposal ke baare me? Hmm…”

“Kya hmm?”

“Soch raha tha ki ek baar bra ke bagerr dikh jaate toh-”

Woh achanak hi apne face wash ko uthaate hue camera ke saamne use chaaku jaisa dikhaate hue maarne ka ishaara kari aur mein phir muskura diya.

“Hmm! Socha toh hai. Mein conclusion par aa nahi paa raha. Mujhe shayad aur samay-”

Maine itna kaha hi tha ki meri saans halak me atak gayi. Woh camera ke saamne aayi. Usne apna seena apne dono haatho se dhak rakha tha. Gaal ekdum laal hue pade the. Nazrein neeche aur maine dhyaan diya ki-

Uski bra ka strap uske kandho se gaayab tha.

‘Huh!?’

Uske baad usne apni palkein upar kar dheere se mujhe dekha. Aur- phir-

Ahista-ahista uske haath neeche sarakte chale gaye. Aur, meri aankhein? Wo phelti chali gayi. Lund me khoon ka sanchaar hua, woh tent ki tarah pant me tann gaya.

Uske gore-gore medium size ke doodh meri aankhon ke saamne aa gaye. Mein hakka-bakka bas unhe dekhta reh gaya. Doodhiya twacha. Nipple wahi Indian aurton ki tarah bhoore rang ke, lekin halke bhoore, jo mujhe pasand the.

Aur, size? Medium! Itne bade ki haath me bhar ke poora bhi aaye aur haath ke baahar bhi nikal jaaye. Perfect.

“Ufff..!!”

Iss baar baari meri thi uff karne ki…

Doodh ki thailiya maine apne jeevan me pehle bhi dekhi hui thi. Lekin, video call par iss tarah se? Kabhi nahi! Uss waqt yeh mere liye bhi pehli hi baar tha.

Mein unhe nihaar paata ki tabhi itne me woh apne ek haath se apne nipples ko dhaakte hue aage phone ki orr badhi-

“Ek number ke kameene ho tum, Rachit! Stupid kahi ke-!”

Kehte hue usne phone kaat diya. Lekin, maine dekha-

Uske hontho par sharm bhari muskan thi. Mein aankhein band kar abhi-abhi jo kuchh bhi hua uske baare me sochne laga.

What the fuck just happened?

Kya ladkiyaan itni jaldi ye sab kar deti hai? Kya waqai itna easy hota hota hai ladkiyon ko set karna? Mere vichaar tarah-tarah ki dishaaon me jaa rahe the. Aur, lund? Use keval upar ki hi disha pasand thi abhi.

‘Fuck!!’

Ab bathroom jaane ki zaroorat… shayad mujhe thi.

Din bhar ke baad raat me maine bas apne phone par uski chat kholi aur ek hi message likh ke bheja.

“Your proposal… I accept it!!!”

Aur, phone side me phek mein aankhein band kar apne bistar par baahein phelaaye lait gaya. Aage kya hone waala tha? Mein nahi jaanta tha.
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Aaj ke liye itna hi guys.
Phew! Bahut mahino baad iss par kaam hua hai. Update chhota hai, I know but aisi kahani ke liye ye decent size hai. Aane waale updates bhi isi length ke around hi honge. Derr se dene ke liye maafi chaahta hu par iss par waqt bahut hi kam de paata hu. Upar se abhi haal hi me bigdi hui tabiyat. Anyways, aage ise continue karna hai ya nahi ye tum logo ka response hi batayega. Agar, puraana kuchh bhool gaye ho toh bhai ek baar re-read kar lena. 2 hi update hai. Itna kuchh maatha-pacchi nahi hai. Target wagarah kuchh nahi hai. Just enjoy.
Dhanyavad!!!

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[Dhakad boy]

Update - 3 ~ The Approval​

Ab tak...

Kya waqai... ye pyaar tha? Kya mein aage badh sakta tha? Usne mujhse jawaab maanga tha. Aur, maine samay.

Mujhe jald hi nirnay lena tha. Aur, use jawaab dena tha. Par... Kya waqai mein aur Prerna ek saath? Kahi ye koi library waala timepass toh nahi tha?

Aur, bas isliye maine aaj bandage se use aazmaaya tha. Lekin... uski parvah... mujhe saaf-saaf dikhayi de rahi thi. Ye jhooth nahi tha.

Mein neend ke aaghosh me chala gaya, iss baat se poornta anjaan ki kal ka din mere liye aur bhi chaukaane waala hone waala tha.

Ab aage...

Aaj woh nahi aayi.

Prerna ke bina library thodi sooni-si lag rahi thi. Ajeeb baat thi. Maine use bas kuchh hi samay ke liye jaana tha, par phir bhi uski gerr-maujoodgi mere chaaro orr ek khaalipann sa bana rahi thi.

Maine apne bagal se rakhi khaali seat ko dekha. Uski seat. Uski desk. Uski kitaabein, notes jo usne desk ke saamne board par chipkaaye hue the. Sab mujhe uski yaad dila rahe the.

‘Come on, Rachit! Tum kab se aise aashiq bann gaye bhala?’

Maine khud hi se mann me kehte hue dhyaan bhatkaane ki koshish ki, par nazar wapas se phone ki screen par uske message par chali gayi :

“So, sorry Rachit. Bina bataaye hi gayab ho gayi. Train me hu. Sagar jaa rahi hu. Didi ke yaha. Urgent hai.”

Maine bhi bas “Ok” likhte hue phone ko side me rakh diya.

Shaam hui toh sirf mein aur Khushi hi the. Prerna nahi thi aaj humaare beech. Mujhe toh laga tha ki aaj Prerna ki gerr-haaziri me Khushi mere saath nahi jaayegi. Par, shayad mein galat tha.

“Chale?”

Woh muskuraate hue meri row me aayi. Aas-paas ke ladke sirf usko hi dekh rahe the. Kabhi wo use dekhte toh kabhi mujhe aur sochne lagte ki akhir hum dono ke beech kya scene chal raha hai?

Jalte hai saale sab mujhse.

Meri chhaati bhi kahi na kahi Khushi ke aane se chaudi ho gayi. Dekho saalo! Aisi honi chahiye dost. Mein mann hi mann muskuraaya.

Maine ek pal Khushi ko dekha aur uss se bola, “Mujhe laga tha tum nahi chalogi mere saath.”

“Kyu?”

“Well, you know… kyunki, aaj Prerna nahi hai. Aur, mein hi hu bas so-”

Khushi ne apna sirr jhukaaya, aadha hasi se aur aadha sharm se, “Pagal ho kya, Rachit? We are friends. Chill. Overthinking kar rahe ho tum. Chalo ab.”

Jis tarah se usne ye baat kahi, bina kisi hich-kichahat ke, ekdum saral dhang se, na jaane kyu par mujhe apne dil me ek garmahat si mehsoos hui.

Hum library ke baahar nikle, gali se tehelte-tehelte chai ke stall tak pahuche. Humaare beech ek sannaata chhaaya hua tha. Maano hum dono hi kuchh bhi uut-pataang kehne se pehle sahi shabd soch rahe the.

Akhirkar, Khushi ne hi chuppi todi. “Jaante ho… mein itna easily kisi se open up nahi hoti.”

Mein muskuraya. “Aur, phir bhi tum ise ab keh rahi ho? Mere saamne? Jaha humein mile bas kuchh hi din hue hai?Kya mere saamne ab tum open up nahi ho rahi?”

Woh thoda ghabrahat me hasi aur apne baalo ki ek latt ko kaan ke peechhe karte hue boli. “Haan! Shayad isliye ki… you feel safe to talk to.”

Ek baar phir khamoshi chhaa gayi. Use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki kya kahe, isliye usne bas sirr hila diya.

Woh aage badhne se pehle phir jhijhki, “School days me maine bahut struggle kiya hai… Sheher badalna, friends ko khona, naye sirey se shuruwat karna. Kabhi-kabhi aisa lagta hai jaise mein humesha group me nayi hu.”

Chalte-chalte usne sadak par pade chhote se kankad par laat maari. “Lekin, Prerna… Wo sabko kaise jod ke rakhti hai. Make sure karti hai ki koi bhi uncomfortable na feel kare. I mean… thanks to her. Uski wajah se hi tum aur mein mile.”

“Hmm!” Maine dheere se sehmati jataayi.

“Mujhe yeh nahi pasand.” Woh achanak hi boli.

“Huh? Kya nahi pasand?”

“Ye jo tumne abhi-abhi kiya.”

“Kya kiya maine?” Mein confused tha. Bhala maine kya kar diya ab?

“Ye ‘hmm’ kehna. I hate this word. Aisa lagta hai conversation khatam karne ke liye kaha gaya ho.”

Mein hasa. “Achha ji! Toh, phir kya kahu?”

“Kuchh bhi. Par, ye ‘hmm’ nahi.”

“Theek! Toh kaha the hum? Ah! Right! Tum Prerna ke baare me baat kar rahi thi ki wo logo ko jod ke rakhti hai.”

“Haan!”

“Toh, woh glue hai!”

Woh muskurayi. Meri aur uski nazrein ek second se zyaada derr ke liye aapas me tiki rahi. Aur, phir usne nazrein pher li.

Apna gala saaf kar boli. “Toh… Lagta hai hume bhi numbers exchange kar lene chahiye. Prerna yaha humaare liye sab kuchh manage karne ke liye nahi hai. *smiles* Hai na?”

“Sure!”

Aur, aise hi humne aapas me numbers bhi exchange kar liye. Ye sab kuchh tab hua… jab Prerna humaare beech nahi thi.

***

Agli subah mera phone baj utha. Message Prerna ka tha :

“Kya hua handsome? Miss kiya kal mujhe?”

Aur, mere jawaab dene se pehle hi call request aa gayi. Aisi waisi nahi. Video call ki call request.

‘Fuck!!!’

Video call? Subah-subah? Woh bhi ek khubsurat ladki se? Maine apne aap ko sheeshe me dekha toh paaya ki mere baal ast-vyast the, aur aankhon ke ird-gird sone ki wajah se papdi-daar straav jama hua tha.

‘Iski maa ki choot-!!!’

Mere muh se yahi nikla. Mein fatafat bathroom me bhaaga, haath-muh dhoya, brush kiya aur phir baahar aaya, itni derr me uska ek baar call cut ho chuka tha.

Maine apne baal sawaare. Nangi chhaati par fatafat ek t-shirt daali aur dusri baar me uski call accept ki.

Uska chehra screen par nazar aaya. Aur, mujhe dekhte hi-

“Uff~” Usne naatkeeya dhang se saans chhorte hue kaha. “Ab mujhe pata chala ki maine kal kya miss kar diya tha. Itna handsome hone ki zaroorat nahi hai, mister.”

'Bach gayi baawli gaand...!'

Mein mann hi mann muskuraya. Agar, aise hi phone utha liya hota, toh shayad agle din se Prerna hi muh pherna shuru kar deti.

Uske compliment par mere hontho par bebas ek muskaan aa gayi. Online ki duniya me waqai yeh ladki alag thi. Kuchh zyada hi bold, zyada straightforward, zyada hi aggressive. Ekdum unfiltered.

“Aur, ye kya-? Pehli baar me call kyu nahi uthaaya? Sharma gaye the kya?” Wo andaaze se muskuraate hue boli.

Mein andar hi andar thoda sehma.

'Madarchod... Ise kaise pata chala!?'

Par, mein nidar hoke bola, “Washroom me tha. Sorry!”

Baate karte hue wo apne bag me se kapde nikaalne lagi. “Cousin didi ke yaha aayi hui hu. Jiju hai na jo, unka accident ho gaya tha kal. Abhi theek hai. Lekin, didi ko ab kisi ki help ki need thi. Aur, mein thoda nazdeek me thi. Isliye, aana pada.”

Maine haami bhari. Har baat par dhyaan diya aur sochne laga.

Phir, beech vaakya me hi woh muskuraayi. “Chalo! Ab mujhe nahaana hai. *smiles* Baad me baat karti hu tumse.”

Aur, iske pehle ki kaash mein apne muh par tape maar paata, mere muh se nikal gaya :

“Humein bhi dikha do!”

‘FUCK!!!’

Mein mann hi mann apne aap ko gaali diya. Ye kya chudaap maine keh diya?

Ek pal ke liye woh thitak gayi, uski aankhein hairangi me chaudi ho gayi.

Yeah. Hate me now. Gayi ye dosti ab. Ye hota hai zyada muh chalaane ka parinaam.

Mein soch raha tha ki ab toh meri izzat gayi par achanak hi woh hass padi.

“Ek number ke paagal ho tum, hahahaha!”

Aur, hasste hue usne phone kaat diya. Mein bas khaali screen ko ghoorta raha. Aadha hairat me, aadha raahat me.

Sarr hilaate hue mein library ke liye ready hone laga jab achanak mere jeevan me ek yaadgaar bani rehni waali ghatna mere saath hui.

Prerna ka video call...

Ek baar phirse aaya.

'Hmm?'

Maine bina kuchh zyada soche call pick kiya. Magar, screen par dekha toh kuchh bhi nazar nahi aa raha tha.

"Hello??" Maine awaaz lagaayi.

Aur, phir screen se kaalapann hata aur mujhe bas safed deewar nazar aayi.

“Hello?” Maine dobaara awaaz lagaayi.

“Ek minute…!” Mujhe Prerna ki awaaz sunaayi di. Aur, tabhi-

Achanak hi phone muda aur mujhe wo nazar aayi.

‘Huh??’

Meri aankhein chaudi ho gayi. Mein tak-taki lagaaye screen ko ghoor raha tha. Aur, woh? Woh sharma rahi thi aur muskura rahi thi.

Kaaran?

Woh mere saamne video call me keval ek light pink color ki bra me thi. Mein jaha baitha hua tha, jhatse uth gaya. Aas-paas dekhne laga. Koi dekh toh nahi raha na? Koi dekh leta toh mere laude lag jaane the.

Kya yeh sach-much me ho raha tha? Ya keval ek sapna tha?

“Arey kuchh bolo-!!!” Woh hasste hue boli. Nahi. Yeh sapna nahi tha. Yeh haqeeqat thi.

‘Fuckkk!’

“H-Huh-!? Y-Ye-!?” Mein thoda sakpakaya.

“Kya hua ab? Abhi thodi derr pehle toh bahut udd rahe the. Humein bhi dekhna hai. Humein bhi dikha do! Ab kya hua? Darr gaye kya?”

Woh challenge se boli. Par, nahi. Mein aur darr jau? Hargiz nahi! Mard hu! Bhala mein kaise iss kanya se darr ke peechhe hatt sakta tha?

Meri aankhein uske urojo par hi gadi hui thi, jo light pink bra me itne kaamuk lag rahe the ki niyantran banaaye rakhna mere liye behad hi mushqil ho raha tha.

“Mein bas… Maine ye expect nahi kiya tha. Aisa kabhi nahi hua mere saath, you know. Mujhe nahi laga tha ki tum… ki tum…”

“...ki mein aise tumhare saamne aa jaungi? Yahi na?” Woh nasheeli aankhein liye mujh se muskuraate hue poochhi.

‘Shit-!!!’

Mein andar hi andar khud ko kosta reh gaya. Uski baat sahi thi. Meri nigaahein screen par hi tainaat thi. Washroom ki deewaarein light green color ke rang se puti hui thi. Aur, call ki shuruwat me jo safed deewar mujhe dikhi thi… wo zaahir taur se — ceiling thi. Mujhe keval aur keval uske sarr se lekar uski kamar tak ka view hi dikhaayi de raha tha.

Iss se maine ek anumaan laga liya tha. Shayad Prerna bhi iske liye ready nahi thi. Aur, kisi ke liye woh yeh sab shayad pehli baar kar rahi thi. Yeh mera khud ka andaaza tha.

Agar, yeh uska pehli baar nahi hota, toh woh mujhe call karte waqt sharma ke camera ko ceiling ki taraf nahi rakhti. Iska matlab… usne itni derr tak mann banaaya, phir himmat jutaayi aur akhirkar, woh camera neeche karte hue mere saamne iss haalat me aayi.

Ya phir…

Kahi aisa toh nahi ki-

It was all just a hoax!?

Pal bhar ke liye meri bauhe sikudi.

Wait-!!!

Maine apna maatha peeta. Yeh sab mein kya sochne laga? Meri overthinking ki aadat kabhi nahi chhooth sakti.

*Sigh*

Maine ek aah chhori aur wapas se call par dhyaan diya.

“Haan! Generally, aisa nahi hota na! Koi bhi ladki kisi ladke ko iss tarah se-”

“Hum koi bhi toh nahi hai, Rachit!?”

“Lekin, hum utne close bhi nahi hai, right?” Maine virodh me kaha.

“Haan! Par-! Ab mein aisi hi hu! I mean… mere liye bhi ye sab new hi hai, okay?”

Maine notice kiya ki woh baar-baar apne haatho se apne cleavage ko dhak rahi thi.

“Ab kuchh kahoge bhi-!?”

“Sundar hai!”

Mere bolte hi uske gaal sharm se laal ho gaye.

“Hmm… aur?”

“Aur, ye ki-”

“..ki??”

“...ki andar se aur dikh jaate toh-”

Mera haraami dimaag apne kaam par lag chuka tha. Bol toh muh raha tha, par shabd mere laude ke the. Isme koi shaq nahi tha. Ye saari ichhaayein mere param naag - mere ling ki thi. Muh toh bas ek zariya tha, apni khwaish ko jataane ka.

Aur, mere usoolo me se ek aur usool — laude se kabhi nahi sochna chahiye. Par, mein thehra mard. Jab saamne itne mast, aankhon ko lubhaane waale bable maujood ho, toh koi kaise unhe bina dekhe jaane de sakta hai?

Mein toh nahi…! Hargiz nahi! Woh kehte hai na - ummeed pe duniya qaayam hai. Galat kehte hai. Asli kahavat yeh hai - Risk pe duniya qaayam hai.

Jo risk lega, wahi bata sakta hai ki aage raasta hai ya phir gulaabi bra use roke hue hai.

Aur, mere maamle me-

Shayad raasta saaf tha.

“Paagal kahi ke…! Hatt!” Prerna zorr se sharmaayi par boli ekdum dheere se.

Zaahir taur se, woh apni didi ke ghar par thi, yaani ki uski didi ghar par hi maujood thi. Washroom me shor karna matlab khud ke perr par kulhadi maarne jaisa tha.

“Kya? Arey bhai… Yeh toh wahi baat ho gayi ki maine tumse poochha ki kya tum santra khaogi? Tumne kaha haan! Maine tumhe santra chheel ke diya par phir ye bhi keh diya ki tum santra keval dekh sakti ho, kha nahi sakti. Ye kya baat hui?”

Mere ajab laude ka gajab logic keher dhaa raha tha. Mein kuchh bhi kar ke aaj jaise uske bable dekhna hi chaahta tha.

“Y-Ye kaha ka waahiyat logic hai? Aur… Aur waise bhi, sahi hi toh hai. Tum kha nahi sakte. Dekh sakte ho. *blushes*”

Uske double meaning par maine bhi apni parat chadhaani shuru kar di.

“Tum shayad yeh bhool rahi ho ki maine tumhe… santra chheel ke diya tha.” Mein harami muskaan liye use dekha.

“T-Tum-! *blushes* H-Haan toh ye kya hai? Maine top utaar diya. Equal ho gaya.”

“Santre me… uski kaliyo par bhi chhilke hote hai. Unhe kaun hatayega?” Maine kapti muskaan liye uski bra ki orr ishaara kiya.

“Hatt! *blushes* Mujhe nahi khelna ye game. Stupid!!!”

Kehte hue wo camera ke frame se baahar chali gayi. Aur, mein yuhi hassta reh gaya. Shayad maine kuchh zyada hi kar diya tha.

Jo bhi ho, yeh ladki ekdum hi alag thi. Iske jaisi maine aaj tak koi ladki nahi dekhi thi. Hum kitni tezi se ek dusre ke qareeb aa rahe the.

Ek din hum mile, kuchh hi dino me usne mujhe pyaar ka izhaar bhi kar diya aur aaj mein-

Use iss haalat me dekh raha tha jaise ki ye sab ekdum normal ho. Samay kitna balwaan hota hai, yeh bhi mein aaj jaan gaya tha.

“By the way… Rachit… Toh, kya socha tumne?”

Uski awaaz mujhe sunayi di. Woh abhi bhi camera ke frame se baahar hi thi.

“Kis baare me?”

“...”

“Ohh! Tumhare proposal ke baare me? Hmm…”

“Kya hmm?”

“Soch raha tha ki ek baar bra ke bagerr dikh jaate toh-”

Woh achanak hi apne face wash ko uthaate hue camera ke saamne use chaaku jaisa dikhaate hue maarne ka ishaara kari aur mein phir muskura diya.

“Hmm! Socha toh hai. Mein conclusion par aa nahi paa raha. Mujhe shayad aur samay-”

Maine itna kaha hi tha ki meri saans halak me atak gayi. Woh camera ke saamne aayi. Usne apna seena apne dono haatho se dhak rakha tha. Gaal ekdum laal hue pade the. Nazrein neeche aur maine dhyaan diya ki-

Uski bra ka strap uske kandho se gaayab tha.

‘Huh!?’

Uske baad usne apni palkein upar kar dheere se mujhe dekha. Aur- phir-

Ahista-ahista uske haath neeche sarakte chale gaye. Aur, meri aankhein? Wo phelti chali gayi. Lund me khoon ka sanchaar hua, woh tent ki tarah pant me tann gaya.

Uske gore-gore medium size ke doodh meri aankhon ke saamne aa gaye. Mein hakka-bakka bas unhe dekhta reh gaya. Doodhiya twacha. Nipple wahi Indian aurton ki tarah bhoore rang ke, lekin halke bhoore, jo mujhe pasand the.

Aur, size? Medium! Itne bade ki haath me bhar ke poora bhi aaye aur haath ke baahar bhi nikal jaaye. Perfect.

“Ufff..!!”

Iss baar baari meri thi uff karne ki…

Doodh ki thailiya maine apne jeevan me pehle bhi dekhi hui thi. Lekin, video call par iss tarah se? Kabhi nahi! Uss waqt yeh mere liye bhi pehli hi baar tha.

Mein unhe nihaar paata ki tabhi itne me woh apne ek haath se apne nipples ko dhaakte hue aage phone ki orr badhi-

“Ek number ke kameene ho tum, Rachit! Stupid kahi ke-!”

Kehte hue usne phone kaat diya. Lekin, maine dekha-

Uske hontho par sharm bhari muskan thi. Mein aankhein band kar abhi-abhi jo kuchh bhi hua uske baare me sochne laga.

What the fuck just happened?

Kya ladkiyaan itni jaldi ye sab kar deti hai? Kya waqai itna easy hota hota hai ladkiyon ko set karna? Mere vichaar tarah-tarah ki dishaaon me jaa rahe the. Aur, lund? Use keval upar ki hi disha pasand thi abhi.

‘Fuck!!’

Ab bathroom jaane ki zaroorat… shayad mujhe thi.

Din bhar ke baad raat me maine bas apne phone par uski chat kholi aur ek hi message likh ke bheja.

“Your proposal… I accept it!!!”

Aur, phone side me phek mein aankhein band kar apne bistar par baahein phelaaye lait gaya. Aage kya hone waala tha? Mein nahi jaanta tha.
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Aaj ke liye itna hi guys.
Phew! Bahut mahino baad iss par kaam hua hai. Update chhota hai, I know but aisi kahani ke liye ye decent size hai. Aane waale updates bhi isi length ke around hi honge. Derr se dene ke liye maafi chaahta hu par iss par waqt bahut hi kam de paata hu. Upar se abhi haal hi me bigdi hui tabiyat. Anyways, aage ise continue karna hai ya nahi ye tum logo ka response hi batayega. Agar, puraana kuchh bhool gaye ho toh bhai ek baar re-read kar lena. 2 hi update hai. Itna kuchh maatha-pacchi nahi hai. Target wagarah kuchh nahi hai. Just enjoy.
Dhanyavad!!!

Bhai kya hi update tha ye
Prerna to bina samlne ka moka diye ek par ek dhamake kiye ja rahi hai

 

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Update - 3 ~ The Approval​

Ab tak...

Kya waqai... ye pyaar tha? Kya mein aage badh sakta tha? Usne mujhse jawaab maanga tha. Aur, maine samay.

Mujhe jald hi nirnay lena tha. Aur, use jawaab dena tha. Par... Kya waqai mein aur Prerna ek saath? Kahi ye koi library waala timepass toh nahi tha?

Aur, bas isliye maine aaj bandage se use aazmaaya tha. Lekin... uski parvah... mujhe saaf-saaf dikhayi de rahi thi. Ye jhooth nahi tha.

Mein neend ke aaghosh me chala gaya, iss baat se poornta anjaan ki kal ka din mere liye aur bhi chaukaane waala hone waala tha.

Ab aage...

Aaj woh nahi aayi.

Prerna ke bina library thodi sooni-si lag rahi thi. Ajeeb baat thi. Maine use bas kuchh hi samay ke liye jaana tha, par phir bhi uski gerr-maujoodgi mere chaaro orr ek khaalipann sa bana rahi thi.

Maine apne bagal se rakhi khaali seat ko dekha. Uski seat. Uski desk. Uski kitaabein, notes jo usne desk ke saamne board par chipkaaye hue the. Sab mujhe uski yaad dila rahe the.

‘Come on, Rachit! Tum kab se aise aashiq bann gaye bhala?’

Maine khud hi se mann me kehte hue dhyaan bhatkaane ki koshish ki, par nazar wapas se phone ki screen par uske message par chali gayi :

“So, sorry Rachit. Bina bataaye hi gayab ho gayi. Train me hu. Sagar jaa rahi hu. Didi ke yaha. Urgent hai.”

Maine bhi bas “Ok” likhte hue phone ko side me rakh diya.

Shaam hui toh sirf mein aur Khushi hi the. Prerna nahi thi aaj humaare beech. Mujhe toh laga tha ki aaj Prerna ki gerr-haaziri me Khushi mere saath nahi jaayegi. Par, shayad mein galat tha.

“Chale?”

Woh muskuraate hue meri row me aayi. Aas-paas ke ladke sirf usko hi dekh rahe the. Kabhi wo use dekhte toh kabhi mujhe aur sochne lagte ki akhir hum dono ke beech kya scene chal raha hai?

Jalte hai saale sab mujhse.

Meri chhaati bhi kahi na kahi Khushi ke aane se chaudi ho gayi. Dekho saalo! Aisi honi chahiye dost. Mein mann hi mann muskuraaya.

Maine ek pal Khushi ko dekha aur uss se bola, “Mujhe laga tha tum nahi chalogi mere saath.”

“Kyu?”

“Well, you know… kyunki, aaj Prerna nahi hai. Aur, mein hi hu bas so-”

Khushi ne apna sirr jhukaaya, aadha hasi se aur aadha sharm se, “Pagal ho kya, Rachit? We are friends. Chill. Overthinking kar rahe ho tum. Chalo ab.”

Jis tarah se usne ye baat kahi, bina kisi hich-kichahat ke, ekdum saral dhang se, na jaane kyu par mujhe apne dil me ek garmahat si mehsoos hui.

Hum library ke baahar nikle, gali se tehelte-tehelte chai ke stall tak pahuche. Humaare beech ek sannaata chhaaya hua tha. Maano hum dono hi kuchh bhi uut-pataang kehne se pehle sahi shabd soch rahe the.

Akhirkar, Khushi ne hi chuppi todi. “Jaante ho… mein itna easily kisi se open up nahi hoti.”

Mein muskuraya. “Aur, phir bhi tum ise ab keh rahi ho? Mere saamne? Jaha humein mile bas kuchh hi din hue hai?Kya mere saamne ab tum open up nahi ho rahi?”

Woh thoda ghabrahat me hasi aur apne baalo ki ek latt ko kaan ke peechhe karte hue boli. “Haan! Shayad isliye ki… you feel safe to talk to.”

Ek baar phir khamoshi chhaa gayi. Use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki kya kahe, isliye usne bas sirr hila diya.

Woh aage badhne se pehle phir jhijhki, “School days me maine bahut struggle kiya hai… Sheher badalna, friends ko khona, naye sirey se shuruwat karna. Kabhi-kabhi aisa lagta hai jaise mein humesha group me nayi hu.”

Chalte-chalte usne sadak par pade chhote se kankad par laat maari. “Lekin, Prerna… Wo sabko kaise jod ke rakhti hai. Make sure karti hai ki koi bhi uncomfortable na feel kare. I mean… thanks to her. Uski wajah se hi tum aur mein mile.”

“Hmm!” Maine dheere se sehmati jataayi.

“Mujhe yeh nahi pasand.” Woh achanak hi boli.

“Huh? Kya nahi pasand?”

“Ye jo tumne abhi-abhi kiya.”

“Kya kiya maine?” Mein confused tha. Bhala maine kya kar diya ab?

“Ye ‘hmm’ kehna. I hate this word. Aisa lagta hai conversation khatam karne ke liye kaha gaya ho.”

Mein hasa. “Achha ji! Toh, phir kya kahu?”

“Kuchh bhi. Par, ye ‘hmm’ nahi.”

“Theek! Toh kaha the hum? Ah! Right! Tum Prerna ke baare me baat kar rahi thi ki wo logo ko jod ke rakhti hai.”

“Haan!”

“Toh, woh glue hai!”

Woh muskurayi. Meri aur uski nazrein ek second se zyaada derr ke liye aapas me tiki rahi. Aur, phir usne nazrein pher li.

Apna gala saaf kar boli. “Toh… Lagta hai hume bhi numbers exchange kar lene chahiye. Prerna yaha humaare liye sab kuchh manage karne ke liye nahi hai. *smiles* Hai na?”

“Sure!”

Aur, aise hi humne aapas me numbers bhi exchange kar liye. Ye sab kuchh tab hua… jab Prerna humaare beech nahi thi.

***

Agli subah mera phone baj utha. Message Prerna ka tha :

“Kya hua handsome? Miss kiya kal mujhe?”

Aur, mere jawaab dene se pehle hi call request aa gayi. Aisi waisi nahi. Video call ki call request.

‘Fuck!!!’

Video call? Subah-subah? Woh bhi ek khubsurat ladki se? Maine apne aap ko sheeshe me dekha toh paaya ki mere baal ast-vyast the, aur aankhon ke ird-gird sone ki wajah se papdi-daar straav jama hua tha.

‘Iski maa ki choot-!!!’

Mere muh se yahi nikla. Mein fatafat bathroom me bhaaga, haath-muh dhoya, brush kiya aur phir baahar aaya, itni derr me uska ek baar call cut ho chuka tha.

Maine apne baal sawaare. Nangi chhaati par fatafat ek t-shirt daali aur dusri baar me uski call accept ki.

Uska chehra screen par nazar aaya. Aur, mujhe dekhte hi-

“Uff~” Usne naatkeeya dhang se saans chhorte hue kaha. “Ab mujhe pata chala ki maine kal kya miss kar diya tha. Itna handsome hone ki zaroorat nahi hai, mister.”

'Bach gayi baawli gaand...!'

Mein mann hi mann muskuraya. Agar, aise hi phone utha liya hota, toh shayad agle din se Prerna hi muh pherna shuru kar deti.

Uske compliment par mere hontho par bebas ek muskaan aa gayi. Online ki duniya me waqai yeh ladki alag thi. Kuchh zyada hi bold, zyada straightforward, zyada hi aggressive. Ekdum unfiltered.

“Aur, ye kya-? Pehli baar me call kyu nahi uthaaya? Sharma gaye the kya?” Wo andaaze se muskuraate hue boli.

Mein andar hi andar thoda sehma.

'Madarchod... Ise kaise pata chala!?'

Par, mein nidar hoke bola, “Washroom me tha. Sorry!”

Baate karte hue wo apne bag me se kapde nikaalne lagi. “Cousin didi ke yaha aayi hui hu. Jiju hai na jo, unka accident ho gaya tha kal. Abhi theek hai. Lekin, didi ko ab kisi ki help ki need thi. Aur, mein thoda nazdeek me thi. Isliye, aana pada.”

Maine haami bhari. Har baat par dhyaan diya aur sochne laga.

Phir, beech vaakya me hi woh muskuraayi. “Chalo! Ab mujhe nahaana hai. *smiles* Baad me baat karti hu tumse.”

Aur, iske pehle ki kaash mein apne muh par tape maar paata, mere muh se nikal gaya :

“Humein bhi dikha do!”

‘FUCK!!!’

Mein mann hi mann apne aap ko gaali diya. Ye kya chudaap maine keh diya?

Ek pal ke liye woh thitak gayi, uski aankhein hairangi me chaudi ho gayi.

Yeah. Hate me now. Gayi ye dosti ab. Ye hota hai zyada muh chalaane ka parinaam.

Mein soch raha tha ki ab toh meri izzat gayi par achanak hi woh hass padi.

“Ek number ke paagal ho tum, hahahaha!”

Aur, hasste hue usne phone kaat diya. Mein bas khaali screen ko ghoorta raha. Aadha hairat me, aadha raahat me.

Sarr hilaate hue mein library ke liye ready hone laga jab achanak mere jeevan me ek yaadgaar bani rehni waali ghatna mere saath hui.

Prerna ka video call...

Ek baar phirse aaya.

'Hmm?'

Maine bina kuchh zyada soche call pick kiya. Magar, screen par dekha toh kuchh bhi nazar nahi aa raha tha.

"Hello??" Maine awaaz lagaayi.

Aur, phir screen se kaalapann hata aur mujhe bas safed deewar nazar aayi.

“Hello?” Maine dobaara awaaz lagaayi.

“Ek minute…!” Mujhe Prerna ki awaaz sunaayi di. Aur, tabhi-

Achanak hi phone muda aur mujhe wo nazar aayi.

‘Huh??’

Meri aankhein chaudi ho gayi. Mein tak-taki lagaaye screen ko ghoor raha tha. Aur, woh? Woh sharma rahi thi aur muskura rahi thi.

Kaaran?

Woh mere saamne video call me keval ek light pink color ki bra me thi. Mein jaha baitha hua tha, jhatse uth gaya. Aas-paas dekhne laga. Koi dekh toh nahi raha na? Koi dekh leta toh mere laude lag jaane the.

Kya yeh sach-much me ho raha tha? Ya keval ek sapna tha?

“Arey kuchh bolo-!!!” Woh hasste hue boli. Nahi. Yeh sapna nahi tha. Yeh haqeeqat thi.

‘Fuckkk!’

“H-Huh-!? Y-Ye-!?” Mein thoda sakpakaya.

“Kya hua ab? Abhi thodi derr pehle toh bahut udd rahe the. Humein bhi dekhna hai. Humein bhi dikha do! Ab kya hua? Darr gaye kya?”

Woh challenge se boli. Par, nahi. Mein aur darr jau? Hargiz nahi! Mard hu! Bhala mein kaise iss kanya se darr ke peechhe hatt sakta tha?

Meri aankhein uske urojo par hi gadi hui thi, jo light pink bra me itne kaamuk lag rahe the ki niyantran banaaye rakhna mere liye behad hi mushqil ho raha tha.

“Mein bas… Maine ye expect nahi kiya tha. Aisa kabhi nahi hua mere saath, you know. Mujhe nahi laga tha ki tum… ki tum…”

“...ki mein aise tumhare saamne aa jaungi? Yahi na?” Woh nasheeli aankhein liye mujh se muskuraate hue poochhi.

‘Shit-!!!’

Mein andar hi andar khud ko kosta reh gaya. Uski baat sahi thi. Meri nigaahein screen par hi tainaat thi. Washroom ki deewaarein light green color ke rang se puti hui thi. Aur, call ki shuruwat me jo safed deewar mujhe dikhi thi… wo zaahir taur se — ceiling thi. Mujhe keval aur keval uske sarr se lekar uski kamar tak ka view hi dikhaayi de raha tha.

Iss se maine ek anumaan laga liya tha. Shayad Prerna bhi iske liye ready nahi thi. Aur, kisi ke liye woh yeh sab shayad pehli baar kar rahi thi. Yeh mera khud ka andaaza tha.

Agar, yeh uska pehli baar nahi hota, toh woh mujhe call karte waqt sharma ke camera ko ceiling ki taraf nahi rakhti. Iska matlab… usne itni derr tak mann banaaya, phir himmat jutaayi aur akhirkar, woh camera neeche karte hue mere saamne iss haalat me aayi.

Ya phir…

Kahi aisa toh nahi ki-

It was all just a hoax!?

Pal bhar ke liye meri bauhe sikudi.

Wait-!!!

Maine apna maatha peeta. Yeh sab mein kya sochne laga? Meri overthinking ki aadat kabhi nahi chhooth sakti.

*Sigh*

Maine ek aah chhori aur wapas se call par dhyaan diya.

“Haan! Generally, aisa nahi hota na! Koi bhi ladki kisi ladke ko iss tarah se-”

“Hum koi bhi toh nahi hai, Rachit!?”

“Lekin, hum utne close bhi nahi hai, right?” Maine virodh me kaha.

“Haan! Par-! Ab mein aisi hi hu! I mean… mere liye bhi ye sab new hi hai, okay?”

Maine notice kiya ki woh baar-baar apne haatho se apne cleavage ko dhak rahi thi.

“Ab kuchh kahoge bhi-!?”

“Sundar hai!”

Mere bolte hi uske gaal sharm se laal ho gaye.

“Hmm… aur?”

“Aur, ye ki-”

“..ki??”

“...ki andar se aur dikh jaate toh-”

Mera haraami dimaag apne kaam par lag chuka tha. Bol toh muh raha tha, par shabd mere laude ke the. Isme koi shaq nahi tha. Ye saari ichhaayein mere param naag - mere ling ki thi. Muh toh bas ek zariya tha, apni khwaish ko jataane ka.

Aur, mere usoolo me se ek aur usool — laude se kabhi nahi sochna chahiye. Par, mein thehra mard. Jab saamne itne mast, aankhon ko lubhaane waale bable maujood ho, toh koi kaise unhe bina dekhe jaane de sakta hai?

Mein toh nahi…! Hargiz nahi! Woh kehte hai na - ummeed pe duniya qaayam hai. Galat kehte hai. Asli kahavat yeh hai - Risk pe duniya qaayam hai.

Jo risk lega, wahi bata sakta hai ki aage raasta hai ya phir gulaabi bra use roke hue hai.

Aur, mere maamle me-

Shayad raasta saaf tha.

“Paagal kahi ke…! Hatt!” Prerna zorr se sharmaayi par boli ekdum dheere se.

Zaahir taur se, woh apni didi ke ghar par thi, yaani ki uski didi ghar par hi maujood thi. Washroom me shor karna matlab khud ke perr par kulhadi maarne jaisa tha.

“Kya? Arey bhai… Yeh toh wahi baat ho gayi ki maine tumse poochha ki kya tum santra khaogi? Tumne kaha haan! Maine tumhe santra chheel ke diya par phir ye bhi keh diya ki tum santra keval dekh sakti ho, kha nahi sakti. Ye kya baat hui?”

Mere ajab laude ka gajab logic keher dhaa raha tha. Mein kuchh bhi kar ke aaj jaise uske bable dekhna hi chaahta tha.

“Y-Ye kaha ka waahiyat logic hai? Aur… Aur waise bhi, sahi hi toh hai. Tum kha nahi sakte. Dekh sakte ho. *blushes*”

Uske double meaning par maine bhi apni parat chadhaani shuru kar di.

“Tum shayad yeh bhool rahi ho ki maine tumhe… santra chheel ke diya tha.” Mein harami muskaan liye use dekha.

“T-Tum-! *blushes* H-Haan toh ye kya hai? Maine top utaar diya. Equal ho gaya.”

“Santre me… uski kaliyo par bhi chhilke hote hai. Unhe kaun hatayega?” Maine kapti muskaan liye uski bra ki orr ishaara kiya.

“Hatt! *blushes* Mujhe nahi khelna ye game. Stupid!!!”

Kehte hue wo camera ke frame se baahar chali gayi. Aur, mein yuhi hassta reh gaya. Shayad maine kuchh zyada hi kar diya tha.

Jo bhi ho, yeh ladki ekdum hi alag thi. Iske jaisi maine aaj tak koi ladki nahi dekhi thi. Hum kitni tezi se ek dusre ke qareeb aa rahe the.

Ek din hum mile, kuchh hi dino me usne mujhe pyaar ka izhaar bhi kar diya aur aaj mein-

Use iss haalat me dekh raha tha jaise ki ye sab ekdum normal ho. Samay kitna balwaan hota hai, yeh bhi mein aaj jaan gaya tha.

“By the way… Rachit… Toh, kya socha tumne?”

Uski awaaz mujhe sunayi di. Woh abhi bhi camera ke frame se baahar hi thi.

“Kis baare me?”

“...”

“Ohh! Tumhare proposal ke baare me? Hmm…”

“Kya hmm?”

“Soch raha tha ki ek baar bra ke bagerr dikh jaate toh-”

Woh achanak hi apne face wash ko uthaate hue camera ke saamne use chaaku jaisa dikhaate hue maarne ka ishaara kari aur mein phir muskura diya.

“Hmm! Socha toh hai. Mein conclusion par aa nahi paa raha. Mujhe shayad aur samay-”

Maine itna kaha hi tha ki meri saans halak me atak gayi. Woh camera ke saamne aayi. Usne apna seena apne dono haatho se dhak rakha tha. Gaal ekdum laal hue pade the. Nazrein neeche aur maine dhyaan diya ki-

Uski bra ka strap uske kandho se gaayab tha.

‘Huh!?’

Uske baad usne apni palkein upar kar dheere se mujhe dekha. Aur- phir-

Ahista-ahista uske haath neeche sarakte chale gaye. Aur, meri aankhein? Wo phelti chali gayi. Lund me khoon ka sanchaar hua, woh tent ki tarah pant me tann gaya.

Uske gore-gore medium size ke doodh meri aankhon ke saamne aa gaye. Mein hakka-bakka bas unhe dekhta reh gaya. Doodhiya twacha. Nipple wahi Indian aurton ki tarah bhoore rang ke, lekin halke bhoore, jo mujhe pasand the.

Aur, size? Medium! Itne bade ki haath me bhar ke poora bhi aaye aur haath ke baahar bhi nikal jaaye. Perfect.

“Ufff..!!”

Iss baar baari meri thi uff karne ki…

Doodh ki thailiya maine apne jeevan me pehle bhi dekhi hui thi. Lekin, video call par iss tarah se? Kabhi nahi! Uss waqt yeh mere liye bhi pehli hi baar tha.

Mein unhe nihaar paata ki tabhi itne me woh apne ek haath se apne nipples ko dhaakte hue aage phone ki orr badhi-

“Ek number ke kameene ho tum, Rachit! Stupid kahi ke-!”

Kehte hue usne phone kaat diya. Lekin, maine dekha-

Uske hontho par sharm bhari muskan thi. Mein aankhein band kar abhi-abhi jo kuchh bhi hua uske baare me sochne laga.

What the fuck just happened?

Kya ladkiyaan itni jaldi ye sab kar deti hai? Kya waqai itna easy hota hota hai ladkiyon ko set karna? Mere vichaar tarah-tarah ki dishaaon me jaa rahe the. Aur, lund? Use keval upar ki hi disha pasand thi abhi.

‘Fuck!!’

Ab bathroom jaane ki zaroorat… shayad mujhe thi.

Din bhar ke baad raat me maine bas apne phone par uski chat kholi aur ek hi message likh ke bheja.

“Your proposal… I accept it!!!”

Aur, phone side me phek mein aankhein band kar apne bistar par baahein phelaaye lait gaya. Aage kya hone waala tha? Mein nahi jaanta tha.
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Aaj ke liye itna hi guys.
Phew! Bahut mahino baad iss par kaam hua hai. Update chhota hai, I know but aisi kahani ke liye ye decent size hai. Aane waale updates bhi isi length ke around hi honge. Derr se dene ke liye maafi chaahta hu par iss par waqt bahut hi kam de paata hu. Upar se abhi haal hi me bigdi hui tabiyat. Anyways, aage ise continue karna hai ya nahi ye tum logo ka response hi batayega. Agar, puraana kuchh bhool gaye ho toh bhai ek baar re-read kar lena. 2 hi update hai. Itna kuchh maatha-pacchi nahi hai. Target wagarah kuchh nahi hai. Just enjoy.
Dhanyavad!!!

Bro mast update tha..

And bhai Prerna kuch zada hi open and bold nahi hai, pehli video call mai bola dikha do, fir thodi hi der mai dikha bhi Diya..

Mujhe prerna par pata nahi kyu kuch ajeeb sa lag raha hai, aur Khushi ka esa lag raha hai woh bhi Rachit mai interested hai..

Btw khushi ne ek dam sahi kaha 'Hmm' ek esa word hai jisse baat karne ka topic hi khatam ho jata hai, mene bhi experience kara hai

 

[Smith_15]

Update 4

 

[mistyvixen]

Thread mil hi gaya finally...

 

[Werewolf]

Bhai kya tha ye aag ka gola prena is like bum jo bina batey kahi bhi faat jati hai sahi jaa raha hai maza aeyga

ye

Abhi aage aage dekho bhai kya kya hota hai!

 

[Werewolf]

Bhai kya hi update tha ye
Prerna to bina samlne ka moka diye ek par ek dhamake kiye ja rahi hai

Wait and watch bro. Jald hi dimaag hilna shuru ho jaayega.

 

[Werewolf]

Bro mast update tha..

And bhai Prerna kuch zada hi open and bold nahi hai, pehli video call mai bola dikha do, fir thodi hi der mai dikha bhi Diya..

Mujhe prerna par pata nahi kyu kuch ajeeb sa lag raha hai, aur Khushi ka esa lag raha hai woh bhi Rachit mai interested hai..

Btw khushi ne ek dam sahi kaha 'Hmm' ek esa word hai jisse baat karne ka topic hi khatam ho jata hai, mene bhi experience kara hai

Well, isme tum akele nahi ho. Rachit ki bhi yahi feelings hai...! Keep supporting!

 

[Werewolf]

Thread mil hi gaya finally...

You don't have to find the thread through the pages. Mere siggy me mere saare threads ki links hai.

 

[Kush27]

Thread mil hi gaya finally...

Fir to celebration banta hai