Adultery Ameer ghar ki bahu riya mehra

[Vasooli Bhai]

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[Valour]

Next day shaam ka time tha. Pandal mein lights jal rahi thin, dhol ki awaz door tak ja rahi thi, aur auratein ek doosre se hasi-mazak kar rahi thin. Riya ek kone mein baithi thi. Uske pink suit pe ab bhi thodi mitti lagi hui thi, aur dopahar wale sankre raste ki ghatna ab bhi uske dimag mein ghum rahi thi. Woh Aslam se door hi baithna chahti thi.

Tabhi pandal ke doosre kone se ek aurat aayi.

Us aurat ka naam **Sunita** tha. Woh Rohan ke mama ke bete, yani Rohan ke cousin Rakesh ki biwi thi. Umar mein Riya se do-teen saal badi, lagbhag 31-32 saal ki. Rang thoda saawla, chehra ordinary, lekin kapde hamesha mehenge pehenti thi. Aaj usne dark maroon colour ka heavy suit pehna tha, gale mein moti gold chain, haath mein bhari-bhari banglein. Woh hamesha khud ko family ki sabse important bahu samajhti thi.

Sunita ne door se hi Riya ko dekh liya. Uske chehre pe ek ajeeb si muskaan thi — upar se soft, lekin aankhon mein jalan clear dikh rahi thi.

Asliyat yeh thi ki Sunita ko Riya se bahut jalan thi.
Riya sheher ki amir ghar ki ladki thi, soft-spoken, sundar, aur sab log uski tarif karte the — “Kitni simple hai”, “Kitni soft hai”, “Rohan ki kismat achhi hai”. Yeh baatein Sunita ko andar hi andar jalaati thin. Woh sochti thi ki Riya hamesha clean-clean dikhti hai, hamesha alag rehti hai, jaise yeh gaon uske level ka nahi. Sunita ko lagta tha ki Riya usse superior feel karti hai.

Sunita dheere-dheere Riya ke paas aayi aur uske bagal mein baith gayi.
“Arre Riya… aaj toh bilkul sheher wali lag rahi ho. Itna soft pink colour… gaon mein thoda dark pehna karo na, mitti lag jaati hai.”

Uske ton mein tarif ke saath halka sa taana tha. Riya ne bas mild smile diya.
“Haan, thodi mitti lag hi gayi hai.”

Sunita ne uske suit pe nazar daalte hue kaha,
“Tum log sheher mein itne clean rehte ho na… yahan aake sab ganda lagta hoga. Woh Aslam Chacha toh bilkul… unki badboo, unke kapde… tumhe toh irritate karte honge?”

Riya ne thoda sa head shake kiya, lekin kuchh zyada nahi bola. Sunita uske reaction ko carefully dekh rahi thi.

Thodi der baad Sunita ne apni saheli (jo uske saath aayi thi) se dheere se kaha, lekin awaz aisi rakhi ki Riya sun sake:
“Yeh sheher ki bahu log apne aap ko kuchh zyada hi clean samajhti hain. Gaon aaye hain toh thoda adjust bhi karna chahiye. Warna log galat sochte hain.”

Riya ne uski baat sun li, lekin ignore kar diya. Woh uth kar thoda door chali gayi.

Lekin Sunita ke dimag mein kuchh aur chal raha tha.

Raat ko jab sab log dera mein laut rahe the, Sunita apne kamre mein apne pati Rakesh se baat kar rahi thi.
“Yeh Riya bahut attitude dikhati hai. Sabko lagta hai yeh bahut soft aur simple hai. Main isko theek karna chahti hoon.”

Rakesh ne casually kaha, “Chhod na, shaadi hai.”

Lekin Sunita chup nahi baithi. Usne soch liya tha ki Riya ko thoda “gaon wala experience” karwana hai. Uske dimag mein ek plan aa raha tha.

Usne yaad kiya ki Aslam Chacha kaise Riya ke aas-paas ghumta rehta hai, kaise uski taraf dekhte hue baat karta hai. Sunita ko pehle se pata tha ki Aslam thoda free nature ka aadmi hai, thoda ganda, thoda bold.

Usne socha —
“Agar main kisi tarah Riya ko Aslam ke aur close laa doon… agar logon ke saamne koi aisi situation bana doon jisme Riya ko uncomfortable feel ho… toh yeh clean-clean wali bahu thodi gandi ho jaayegi. Phir dekhte hain kaun kisko superior samajhta hai.”

Usne apne phone pe kuchh messages bhejne shuru kiye apni close saheliyon ko. Plan abhi clear nahi tha, lekin intention clear thi — Riya ke against ek chhoti si sajish karni hai. Kuchh aisa karna hai jisse Riya ki “clean image” thodi kharab ho, aur woh uncomfortable feel kare.

Doosri taraf, usi raat Aslam apne dera mein lette hue ab bhi dopahar wale sankre raste ki ghatna soch raha tha. Riya ke soft boobs ka touch, uske pink kapdon ki narmi, aur uski apni gandi badboo ka mix… uske dimag se nahi ja raha tha.

Aur ab Sunita bhi quietly Riya ke against kuchh plan bana rahi thi

Next day subah ka time tha. Riya ne aaj cream colour ka soft cotton kurta pehna tha. Kurta bilkul light tha, material itna patla ki hawa mein halka sa hilta tha. Kurte ke neeche usne light beige colour ka soft bra pehna tha, jiski shape kurte ke upar se thodi si clear dikh rahi thi, especially jab woh jhukti thi. Neeche matching cream colour ki salwar thi, jo fitting thi. Usne apne baal simple ponytail mein bandhe the, lekin thode se baal chehre pe gire hue the. Pairon mein usne pure white sandals pehne the, jo ab thodi mitti se dirty ho chuke the. Overall woh ab bhi gaon ke mahol mein alag dikh rahi thi — soft, clean, aur thodi si sophisticated.

Woh aangan ke ek kone mein khadi thi, apne haath mein ek glass paani liye hue. Tabhi Aslam uske taraf aaya.

Aslam aaj bhi wahi purani shirt pehne hue tha. Shirt ke buttons phir se khule the, seene ke baal dikh rahe the. Kapdon se uski usual badboo aa rahi thi — pasina, puraana kapda, aur paan. Woh dheere-dheere Riya ke bilkul paas aa gaya, itna close ki uski badboo Riya tak clear pahunch gayi.

Usne pehle toh normally baat ki,
“Bahu, aaj bhuti mast kapde pehna hai… bilkul doodh jaisa. Sheher ki ladkiyan aise hi mulayem dikhti hain kya?”

Riya ne mild smile diya aur thoda sa side ho gayi.
“Haan Chacha… normal kapde hain.”

Lekin Aslam ruka nahi. Usne thoda aur close naram kaha, awaz dheemi rakhi,
“Itna mulayem t kapda pehenti ho… haath se chhoone mein bhi naram lagta hoga. Gaon mein aise kapde pehen ke ghumna thoda mushkil hai na? Mitti lag jaati hai… aur kabhi-kabhi logon ka haath bhi.”

Uske nazar Riya ke kurte pe thi, specially uske seene ki taraf. Usne jaan-bujh kar baat ko thoda double meaning diya.

Riya ke chehre pe irritation aa gayi. Usne clearly step peeche liya aur thoda tez awaz mein kaha,
“Chacha, please thoda distance rakhiye. Mujhe aisi baatein pasand nahi.”

Aslam has diya, jaise mazak kar raha ho.
“Arre bahu, main toh bas aise hi bol diya. Sheher ki ladkiyan itni jaldi gussa ho jaati hain kya? Main toh dil se baat karta hoon.”

Usne baat ko halka karne ki koshish ki, lekin uski aankhon mein wohi gaandi soch thi jo pehle se chal rahi thi. Woh Riya ke soft cream kurte, uske body ki shape, aur uski mehak ko dekh kar soch raha tha.

Riya ne bas “Please” kaha aur wahan se hat gayi. Uske chehre pe clear gussa tha. Woh soch rahi thi, “Yeh aadmi ab line maarne ki koshish kar raha hai… pehle badboo, phir close aana, ab aisi baatein…”

Yeh poori baat **Sunita** ne door se dekh li thi.

Sunita usi waqt pandal ke doosre kone mein khadi thi. Usne Aslam ko Riya ke bilkul paas jaate hue dekha, uski body language dekhi, aur phir Riya ke irritate hokar peeche hatne ko bhi dekh liya. Sunita ke chehre pe ek slow smile aa gayi.

Usne apni saheli ke kaan mein dheere se kaha,
“Dekha? Yeh Aslam Chacha ab is sheher wali bahu pe line maarne ki koshish kar raha hai. Aur yeh irritate ho rahi hai… kitni naazuk hai. Ab dekhna, main isko aur promote karti hoon.”Sunita ne socha baalein hi aslam riya ko patane me kamyab na ho par aslam ko aisa uksaungi ki wo kuch galat kr bete riya ke saath. Aur ek smilee deti maan hi maan sunita

Sunita ke dimag mein plan aur clear hota ja raha tha. Usne socha — agar Aslam khud Riya ke peeche pad raha hai, toh uska kaam aur aasan ho jaayega. Usne decide kiya ki woh Aslam ko indirectly encourage karegi, aur Riya ko aise situations mein daalegi jahan woh Aslam se door na ja sake.

Thodi der baad Sunita ne Riya ke paas jakar sympathetically kaha,
“Riya, woh Aslam Chacha tumhe tang kar rahe the kya? Main dekh rahi thi… thoda free nature ke hain woh. Agar problem ho toh mujhe bata dena, main sambhal lungi.”

Uske ton mein sympathy thi, lekin aankhon mein jalan aur calculation.

Riya ne sirf head shake kiya,
“Koi baat nahi… main door hi rehti hoon.”

Lekin Sunita ke dimag mein ab baat pakk gayi thi.
Woh soch rahi thi — “Yeh clean wali bahu ab Aslam jaisa ganda aadmi se irritate ho rahi hai… perfect. Ab isko thoda aur uske close laana hai.”

Doosri taraf Aslam bhi usi waqt soch raha tha. Riya ke cream colour ke soft kurte, uske irritate hone ka tarika, uske peeche hatne ka andaaz… sab uske dimag mein ghum raha tha. Usne dil mein socha,
“Itni jaldi irritate ho gayi… matlab uske dimag mein bhi main aa gaya. Soft, clean, aur ab thodi gusse wali… aur bhi mazaa aa raha hai.

Next day shaam ka time tha. Log apne-apne deron mein ja rahe the. Riya apne kamre mein baithi thi, jab Rohan andar aaya.

Rohan ne door band kiya aur seedha Riya ke paas aa gaya. Usne peeche se uske kandhon pe haath rakha aur dheere se massage karne laga.
“Aaj poora din thak gayi lag rahi ho,” usne dheemi awaz mein kaha.

Riya ne peeche mudkar uski taraf dekha. Uske chehre pe thakan ke saath thodi irritation bhi thi, lekin pati ke touch se woh thodi soft ho gayi. Rohan ne uske baal hataaye aur uske gale pe halka sa kiss kiya.

“Tumhara cream colour ka suit aaj bahut soft lag raha tha,” Rohan ne haske kaha. “Gaon mein bhi tum sheher wali hi dikhti ho.”

Riya muskurayi. Rohan ne uske kamar mein haath daal kar usko apni taraf kheench liya. Dono ek doosre ke bilkul close aa gaye. Rohan ne uske honthon pe halka sa kiss kiya, phir thoda gehra. Riya ne bhi respond kiya. Kamre mein sirf unki saans ki awaz thi. Rohan ke haath uske soft kurte pe ghum rahe the, uske seene ke aas-paas, lekin control ke saath.

Thodi der romantic silence ke baad Riya ne dheere se apna chehra alag kiya. Uske expression thode serious ho gaye.

“Rohan… mujhe ek baat poochhni thi,” usne dheemi awaz mein kaha.

Rohan ne uske baal sehlaate hue poocha, “Kya hua?”

Riya thodi der chup rahi, phir boli,
“Yeh jo gaon ki zameen hai… jo tumhare papa ke time se family ki hai… uske bare mein. Rakesh bhaiya us zameen ka bada hissa use kar rahe hain na? Kheti, kiraya, sab kuchh. Bahut saari zameen unke control mein hai. Lekin humein uska koi hissa nahi milta. Main isliye bhi yahan aayi hoon… taaki thoda andaza laga sakun ki asil situation kya hai.”

Rohan thoda sa has diya aur uske baal sehlaate hue bola,
“Arre yeh purani baatein mat karo. Zameen hai toh hai. Rakesh bhaiya dekhbhaal kar rahe hain, kheti karwa rahe hain. Main sheher mein rehta hoon, mere ko is sab mein zyada interest nahi.”

Riya ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Phir bhi… pehle toh kuchh na kuchh hissa milta hoga?”

Rohan ne halka sa shrug kiya aur thoda serious hokar bola,
“Pehle thoda bahut mil jaata tha. Lekin jabse Sunita bhabhi ki shaadi hui hai, tabse kheti se humein ek bhi rupya nahi milta. Unhone poora control le liya. Ab hisab-kitab kuchh nahi hota. Main is case mein bilkul involve nahi hona chahta. Mere liye yeh zameen itni important nahi. Sheher mein business chal raha hai, wahi kaafi hai.”

Riya ne yeh sunte hi chehra thoda tight kar liya. Uske dil mein Sunita ke liye pehle se hi koi soft corner nahi tha. Usse Sunita ka attitude, uska taana marna, aur uska Riya ko neecha dikhane wala tarika bilkul pasand nahi tha. Ab yeh sunke ki Sunita ke aane ke baad se zameen ka paisa bhi band ho gaya, uski naapasandagi aur badh gayi.

Usne dheere se kaha,
“Mujhe Sunita bhabhi pehle se hi pasand nahi. Unka tarika… unka baat karne ka andaaz… sab kuchh. Ab yeh bhi pata chala ki unki wajah se zameen ka paisa bhi nahi milta. Mujhe is pure matter ka clear pata hona chahiye.”

Rohan ne uske chehre pe haath pherte hue kaha,
“Main jaanta hoon tumhe woh pasand nahi. Lekin tension mat lo. Abhi yahan enjoy karo. Zameen waghera baad mein dekh lena agar itna hi mann hai. Main is jhanjhat mein nahi padna chahta.”

Usne phir se Riya ko apni taraf kheench liya aur uske maathe pe kiss kiya. Riya ne bhi uska saath diya, lekin uske dimag mein ab do baatein clearly ghum rahi thin — ek toh zameen ka matter, aur doosri Sunita ke liye uski naapasandagi.

Rohan ko is zameen se koi khaas matlab nahi tha.
Lekin Riya ko tha.
Aur Sunita ke liye uske dil mein koi soft feeling nahi thi.

Super excellent update

 

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Mast update..

 

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[Aslam miyaa]

Shandaar .. itminan aur bariki se har ehsass ke lamz ki bayangi ho.....apun ko itni angrezi kidher aati bhakhurdaar........haha....jab apun ki riya apun ko pyar se sikhayegi tab bolega ....haha....samjh gaye na .......haha

 

[Afruza Sumi]

Next day shaam ka time tha. Pandal mein lights jal rahi thin, dhol ki awaz door tak ja rahi thi, aur auratein ek doosre se hasi-mazak kar rahi thin. Riya ek kone mein baithi thi. Uske pink suit pe ab bhi thodi mitti lagi hui thi, aur dopahar wale sankre raste ki ghatna ab bhi uske dimag mein ghum rahi thi. Woh Aslam se door hi baithna chahti thi.

Tabhi pandal ke doosre kone se ek aurat aayi.

Us aurat ka naam **Sunita** tha. Woh Rohan ke mama ke bete, yani Rohan ke cousin Rakesh ki biwi thi. Umar mein Riya se do-teen saal badi, lagbhag 31-32 saal ki. Rang thoda saawla, chehra ordinary, lekin kapde hamesha mehenge pehenti thi. Aaj usne dark maroon colour ka heavy suit pehna tha, gale mein moti gold chain, haath mein bhari-bhari banglein. Woh hamesha khud ko family ki sabse important bahu samajhti thi.

Sunita ne door se hi Riya ko dekh liya. Uske chehre pe ek ajeeb si muskaan thi — upar se soft, lekin aankhon mein jalan clear dikh rahi thi.

Asliyat yeh thi ki Sunita ko Riya se bahut jalan thi.
Riya sheher ki amir ghar ki ladki thi, soft-spoken, sundar, aur sab log uski tarif karte the — “Kitni simple hai”, “Kitni soft hai”, “Rohan ki kismat achhi hai”. Yeh baatein Sunita ko andar hi andar jalaati thin. Woh sochti thi ki Riya hamesha clean-clean dikhti hai, hamesha alag rehti hai, jaise yeh gaon uske level ka nahi. Sunita ko lagta tha ki Riya usse superior feel karti hai.

Sunita dheere-dheere Riya ke paas aayi aur uske bagal mein baith gayi.
“Arre Riya… aaj toh bilkul sheher wali lag rahi ho. Itna soft pink colour… gaon mein thoda dark pehna karo na, mitti lag jaati hai.”

Uske ton mein tarif ke saath halka sa taana tha. Riya ne bas mild smile diya.
“Haan, thodi mitti lag hi gayi hai.”

Sunita ne uske suit pe nazar daalte hue kaha,
“Tum log sheher mein itne clean rehte ho na… yahan aake sab ganda lagta hoga. Woh Aslam Chacha toh bilkul… unki badboo, unke kapde… tumhe toh irritate karte honge?”

Riya ne thoda sa head shake kiya, lekin kuchh zyada nahi bola. Sunita uske reaction ko carefully dekh rahi thi.

Thodi der baad Sunita ne apni saheli (jo uske saath aayi thi) se dheere se kaha, lekin awaz aisi rakhi ki Riya sun sake:
“Yeh sheher ki bahu log apne aap ko kuchh zyada hi clean samajhti hain. Gaon aaye hain toh thoda adjust bhi karna chahiye. Warna log galat sochte hain.”

Riya ne uski baat sun li, lekin ignore kar diya. Woh uth kar thoda door chali gayi.

Lekin Sunita ke dimag mein kuchh aur chal raha tha.

Raat ko jab sab log dera mein laut rahe the, Sunita apne kamre mein apne pati Rakesh se baat kar rahi thi.
“Yeh Riya bahut attitude dikhati hai. Sabko lagta hai yeh bahut soft aur simple hai. Main isko theek karna chahti hoon.”

Rakesh ne casually kaha, “Chhod na, shaadi hai.”

Lekin Sunita chup nahi baithi. Usne soch liya tha ki Riya ko thoda “gaon wala experience” karwana hai. Uske dimag mein ek plan aa raha tha.

Usne yaad kiya ki Aslam Chacha kaise Riya ke aas-paas ghumta rehta hai, kaise uski taraf dekhte hue baat karta hai. Sunita ko pehle se pata tha ki Aslam thoda free nature ka aadmi hai, thoda ganda, thoda bold.

Usne socha —
“Agar main kisi tarah Riya ko Aslam ke aur close laa doon… agar logon ke saamne koi aisi situation bana doon jisme Riya ko uncomfortable feel ho… toh yeh clean-clean wali bahu thodi gandi ho jaayegi. Phir dekhte hain kaun kisko superior samajhta hai.”

Usne apne phone pe kuchh messages bhejne shuru kiye apni close saheliyon ko. Plan abhi clear nahi tha, lekin intention clear thi — Riya ke against ek chhoti si sajish karni hai. Kuchh aisa karna hai jisse Riya ki “clean image” thodi kharab ho, aur woh uncomfortable feel kare.

Doosri taraf, usi raat Aslam apne dera mein lette hue ab bhi dopahar wale sankre raste ki ghatna soch raha tha. Riya ke soft boobs ka touch, uske pink kapdon ki narmi, aur uski apni gandi badboo ka mix… uske dimag se nahi ja raha tha.

Aur ab Sunita bhi quietly Riya ke against kuchh plan bana rahi thi

Next day subah ka time tha. Riya ne aaj cream colour ka soft cotton kurta pehna tha. Kurta bilkul light tha, material itna patla ki hawa mein halka sa hilta tha. Kurte ke neeche usne light beige colour ka soft bra pehna tha, jiski shape kurte ke upar se thodi si clear dikh rahi thi, especially jab woh jhukti thi. Neeche matching cream colour ki salwar thi, jo fitting thi. Usne apne baal simple ponytail mein bandhe the, lekin thode se baal chehre pe gire hue the. Pairon mein usne pure white sandals pehne the, jo ab thodi mitti se dirty ho chuke the. Overall woh ab bhi gaon ke mahol mein alag dikh rahi thi — soft, clean, aur thodi si sophisticated.

Woh aangan ke ek kone mein khadi thi, apne haath mein ek glass paani liye hue. Tabhi Aslam uske taraf aaya.

Aslam aaj bhi wahi purani shirt pehne hue tha. Shirt ke buttons phir se khule the, seene ke baal dikh rahe the. Kapdon se uski usual badboo aa rahi thi — pasina, puraana kapda, aur paan. Woh dheere-dheere Riya ke bilkul paas aa gaya, itna close ki uski badboo Riya tak clear pahunch gayi.

Usne pehle toh normally baat ki,
“Bahu, aaj bhuti mast kapde pehna hai… bilkul doodh jaisa. Sheher ki ladkiyan aise hi mulayem dikhti hain kya?”

Riya ne mild smile diya aur thoda sa side ho gayi.
“Haan Chacha… normal kapde hain.”

Lekin Aslam ruka nahi. Usne thoda aur close naram kaha, awaz dheemi rakhi,
“Itna mulayem t kapda pehenti ho… haath se chhoone mein bhi naram lagta hoga. Gaon mein aise kapde pehen ke ghumna thoda mushkil hai na? Mitti lag jaati hai… aur kabhi-kabhi logon ka haath bhi.”

Uske nazar Riya ke kurte pe thi, specially uske seene ki taraf. Usne jaan-bujh kar baat ko thoda double meaning diya.

Riya ke chehre pe irritation aa gayi. Usne clearly step peeche liya aur thoda tez awaz mein kaha,
“Chacha, please thoda distance rakhiye. Mujhe aisi baatein pasand nahi.”

Aslam has diya, jaise mazak kar raha ho.
“Arre bahu, main toh bas aise hi bol diya. Sheher ki ladkiyan itni jaldi gussa ho jaati hain kya? Main toh dil se baat karta hoon.”

Usne baat ko halka karne ki koshish ki, lekin uski aankhon mein wohi gaandi soch thi jo pehle se chal rahi thi. Woh Riya ke soft cream kurte, uske body ki shape, aur uski mehak ko dekh kar soch raha tha.

Riya ne bas “Please” kaha aur wahan se hat gayi. Uske chehre pe clear gussa tha. Woh soch rahi thi, “Yeh aadmi ab line maarne ki koshish kar raha hai… pehle badboo, phir close aana, ab aisi baatein…”

Yeh poori baat **Sunita** ne door se dekh li thi.

Sunita usi waqt pandal ke doosre kone mein khadi thi. Usne Aslam ko Riya ke bilkul paas jaate hue dekha, uski body language dekhi, aur phir Riya ke irritate hokar peeche hatne ko bhi dekh liya. Sunita ke chehre pe ek slow smile aa gayi.

Usne apni saheli ke kaan mein dheere se kaha,
“Dekha? Yeh Aslam Chacha ab is sheher wali bahu pe line maarne ki koshish kar raha hai. Aur yeh irritate ho rahi hai… kitni naazuk hai. Ab dekhna, main isko aur promote karti hoon.”Sunita ne socha baalein hi aslam riya ko patane me kamyab na ho par aslam ko aisa uksaungi ki wo kuch galat kr bete riya ke saath. Aur ek smilee deti maan hi maan sunita

Sunita ke dimag mein plan aur clear hota ja raha tha. Usne socha — agar Aslam khud Riya ke peeche pad raha hai, toh uska kaam aur aasan ho jaayega. Usne decide kiya ki woh Aslam ko indirectly encourage karegi, aur Riya ko aise situations mein daalegi jahan woh Aslam se door na ja sake.

Thodi der baad Sunita ne Riya ke paas jakar sympathetically kaha,
“Riya, woh Aslam Chacha tumhe tang kar rahe the kya? Main dekh rahi thi… thoda free nature ke hain woh. Agar problem ho toh mujhe bata dena, main sambhal lungi.”

Uske ton mein sympathy thi, lekin aankhon mein jalan aur calculation.

Riya ne sirf head shake kiya,
“Koi baat nahi… main door hi rehti hoon.”

Lekin Sunita ke dimag mein ab baat pakk gayi thi.
Woh soch rahi thi — “Yeh clean wali bahu ab Aslam jaisa ganda aadmi se irritate ho rahi hai… perfect. Ab isko thoda aur uske close laana hai.”

Doosri taraf Aslam bhi usi waqt soch raha tha. Riya ke cream colour ke soft kurte, uske irritate hone ka tarika, uske peeche hatne ka andaaz… sab uske dimag mein ghum raha tha. Usne dil mein socha,
“Itni jaldi irritate ho gayi… matlab uske dimag mein bhi main aa gaya. Soft, clean, aur ab thodi gusse wali… aur bhi mazaa aa raha hai.

Next day shaam ka time tha. Log apne-apne deron mein ja rahe the. Riya apne kamre mein baithi thi, jab Rohan andar aaya.

Rohan ne door band kiya aur seedha Riya ke paas aa gaya. Usne peeche se uske kandhon pe haath rakha aur dheere se massage karne laga.
“Aaj poora din thak gayi lag rahi ho,” usne dheemi awaz mein kaha.

Riya ne peeche mudkar uski taraf dekha. Uske chehre pe thakan ke saath thodi irritation bhi thi, lekin pati ke touch se woh thodi soft ho gayi. Rohan ne uske baal hataaye aur uske gale pe halka sa kiss kiya.

“Tumhara cream colour ka suit aaj bahut soft lag raha tha,” Rohan ne haske kaha. “Gaon mein bhi tum sheher wali hi dikhti ho.”

Riya muskurayi. Rohan ne uske kamar mein haath daal kar usko apni taraf kheench liya. Dono ek doosre ke bilkul close aa gaye. Rohan ne uske honthon pe halka sa kiss kiya, phir thoda gehra. Riya ne bhi respond kiya. Kamre mein sirf unki saans ki awaz thi. Rohan ke haath uske soft kurte pe ghum rahe the, uske seene ke aas-paas, lekin control ke saath.

Thodi der romantic silence ke baad Riya ne dheere se apna chehra alag kiya. Uske expression thode serious ho gaye.

“Rohan… mujhe ek baat poochhni thi,” usne dheemi awaz mein kaha.

Rohan ne uske baal sehlaate hue poocha, “Kya hua?”

Riya thodi der chup rahi, phir boli,
“Yeh jo gaon ki zameen hai… jo tumhare papa ke time se family ki hai… uske bare mein. Rakesh bhaiya us zameen ka bada hissa use kar rahe hain na? Kheti, kiraya, sab kuchh. Bahut saari zameen unke control mein hai. Lekin humein uska koi hissa nahi milta. Main isliye bhi yahan aayi hoon… taaki thoda andaza laga sakun ki asil situation kya hai.”

Rohan thoda sa has diya aur uske baal sehlaate hue bola,
“Arre yeh purani baatein mat karo. Zameen hai toh hai. Rakesh bhaiya dekhbhaal kar rahe hain, kheti karwa rahe hain. Main sheher mein rehta hoon, mere ko is sab mein zyada interest nahi.”

Riya ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Phir bhi… pehle toh kuchh na kuchh hissa milta hoga?”

Rohan ne halka sa shrug kiya aur thoda serious hokar bola,
“Pehle thoda bahut mil jaata tha. Lekin jabse Sunita bhabhi ki shaadi hui hai, tabse kheti se humein ek bhi rupya nahi milta. Unhone poora control le liya. Ab hisab-kitab kuchh nahi hota. Main is case mein bilkul involve nahi hona chahta. Mere liye yeh zameen itni important nahi. Sheher mein business chal raha hai, wahi kaafi hai.”

Riya ne yeh sunte hi chehra thoda tight kar liya. Uske dil mein Sunita ke liye pehle se hi koi soft corner nahi tha. Usse Sunita ka attitude, uska taana marna, aur uska Riya ko neecha dikhane wala tarika bilkul pasand nahi tha. Ab yeh sunke ki Sunita ke aane ke baad se zameen ka paisa bhi band ho gaya, uski naapasandagi aur badh gayi.

Usne dheere se kaha,
“Mujhe Sunita bhabhi pehle se hi pasand nahi. Unka tarika… unka baat karne ka andaaz… sab kuchh. Ab yeh bhi pata chala ki unki wajah se zameen ka paisa bhi nahi milta. Mujhe is pure matter ka clear pata hona chahiye.”

Rohan ne uske chehre pe haath pherte hue kaha,
“Main jaanta hoon tumhe woh pasand nahi. Lekin tension mat lo. Abhi yahan enjoy karo. Zameen waghera baad mein dekh lena agar itna hi mann hai. Main is jhanjhat mein nahi padna chahta.”

Usne phir se Riya ko apni taraf kheench liya aur uske maathe pe kiss kiya. Riya ne bhi uska saath diya, lekin uske dimag mein ab do baatein clearly ghum rahi thin — ek toh zameen ka matter, aur doosri Sunita ke liye uski naapasandagi.

Rohan ko is zameen se koi khaas matlab nahi tha.
Lekin Riya ko tha.
Aur Sunita ke liye uske dil mein koi soft feeling nahi thi.

Chamatkar aur bahut bahut shandar writing

 

[Anusree]

Bahut badhiya update

 

[Divya Shetty]

Lajawab update

 

[asslam60]

Next day subah ka time tha. Aangan mein dheere-dheere log nikalne shuru ho gaye the. Hawa mein abhi bhi raat ki thandak baaki thi, lekin garmi badhne wali thi. Riya ek kone mein baithi thi. Usne aaj halka cream colour ka soft kurta pehna tha. Woh apne haath mein glass liye hue thi, lekin uska dhyan kahin aur tha. Zameen wala matter ab uske dimag se nahi ja raha tha. Rohan ko interest nahi tha, lekin usko th

Tabhi Sunita uske taraf aayi. Usne dark maroon colour ka suit pehna tha, gale mein gold chain thi. Chehre pe soft smile thi, jaise woh normal baat karne aayi h

Sunita ne Riya ke bagal mein baithte hue kaha,
“Uthi ho? Neend poori hui?

Riya ne mild smile diya.
“Haan… thodi thakan hai.

Dono thodi der chup-chaap baithe rahe. Aas-paas auratein kaam kar rahi thin. Tabhi Riya ne dheere se, bilkul casually awaz mein pooch

“Bhabhi… ek baat poochhun

Sunita ne uski taraf dekha.
“Haan, poochho.

Riya ne thoda sa glass ghumate hue kaha,
“Yeh jo gaon ki zameen hai na… jo family ki hai… uske bare mein. Kitni hai, kahan-kahan hai… thoda bahut pata hai aapko?

Sunita ki aankhon mein ek chhoti si chamak aayi, lekin usne apna chehra normal rakha. Usne thoda sa lean hokar kah

“Main zyada detail mein nahi jaanti. Rakesh dekhta hai sab. Lekin ek baat hai

Usne thoda rukkar Riya ki taraf dekha, phir bol

“Gaon ki **har zameen** ke bare mein **Aslam** ko pata hai.
Unhe sab clear maaloom hai. Kaun si zameen kahan hai, uski boundary kahan tak hai, pehle kya thi, ab kya hai… yeh sab unke dimag mein basaa hua hai. Woh yahan ke purane aadmi hain. Unse better koi nahi bata sakta.

Riya ne yeh sunte hi thoda sa chup ho gayi. Uske chehre pe clear hesitation dikha. Uske dimag mein turant Aslam ki image aa gayi — uski gandi shirt, uski badboo, uska free tarika, sankre raste wala touch, aur uski line maarne wali baatei

Sunita ne uske reaction ko carefully notice kiya. Usne aur kuchh nahi kaha. Bas itna kehkar thoda sa muskurayi aur uth gay

“Chalo, main kaam dekh leti hoon

Riya wahan akeli baith gayi. Uske haath mein glass tha, lekin woh ab paani nahi pi rahi thi. Uske dimag mein sirf ek baat ghum rahi thi

Agar zameen ke bare mein asil baat jaanni hai…
toh Aslam se baat karni hi padegi

Woh soch rahi thi ki woh kaise usse milegi, kya kahegi, aur uski badboo aur free nature ko kaise handle karegi. Irritation abhi bhi thi, lekin ab uske saath majboori bhi aa gayi th

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Yeh raha **Update 7** detail mein.. din dopahar ka time
Baahar dhoop itni tez thi ki aangan ki mitti garam ho chuki thi. Hawa mein mitti, pasina aur door se aa rahi masale ki mehak mix ho rahi thi. Riya apne kamre mein thi. Kamre ka darwaza thoda sa khula tha. Andar ki hawa bhi garam thi.

Woh khidki ke paas khadi thi. Aaj usne **cream colour ka bahut patla soft cotton ka kurta** pehna tha. Kurta itna patla aur soft tha ki uske andar ka light beige colour ka bra thoda-thoda jhalak raha tha, specially jab woh thoda jhukti thi. Kurta paseene se uske shareer se chipak raha tha, jisse uski kamar ki patli line bilkul clear dikh rahi thi. Peeche se uski **gaand** ki gol, ubhri hui, mulayam shape saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Gaand doodh jaisi gori thi aur kurte ke patle kapde mein aur bhi ubhari hui lag rahi thi. Neeche matching cream colour ki fitting salwar thi jo uske hips se chipki hui thi. Baal usne simple khule chhode the, lambe baal kandhon tak aa rahe the, kuchh baal paseene se gale, gardan aur kandhon se chipke hue the. Pairon mein white sandals the. Overall peeche se dekhne mein uska figure bilkul balanced lag raha tha — patli kamar, ubhari hui gaand, aur naram sa shareer.

Woh khidki se bahar dekh rahi thi, lekin dimag mein baar-baar yahi ghum raha tha —
“Main Aslam se door rahungi. Usse baat nahi karni.”

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Doosri taraf Sunita ne naya plan soch liya. Usne Aslam ko aangan ke kone mein dhoondha. Woh ek khatiye pe baitha tha. Usne aaj bhi wahi purani, dhundhli pad chuki white shirt pehni thi jiske do button khule hue the. Seene ke baal saaf dikh rahe the. Shirt ke bagalon ke neeche pasine ke bade-bade kaale dhabbe the. Neeche safed dhoti thi jo kamar ke aas-paas thodi gili aur dirty dikh rahi thi. Pairon mein purani phati chappalein thi. Muh mein paan tha, honthon pe laal-laal paan ka rang laga hua tha. Uske poore badan se tezi se aane wali gandi badboo fail rahi thi — puraana pasina, kapdon mein samaaya hua gandagi ka smell, aur paan ki tezi mehak.

Sunita ne uske paas jakar dheemi awaz mein kaha,
“Aslam Chacha… ek kaam hai aapse.”

Aslam ne uski taraf dekha. Uske aankhon mein muskaan thi. Usne paan ka ras muh mein ghumaate hue gawar awaz mein bola,
“Arre bolo na Sunita…
Itni dheere se bol rahi ho, koi raaz ki baat hai kya?
Aao, paas baith ke bolo. Door se baat nahi hoti.
Tumhari awaz bhi aaj thodi alag lag rahi hai.”

Sunita thoda sa has di aur uske kareeb aate hue boli,
“Aisa kuchh nahi Chacha… bas ek chhota sa kaam hai.
Riya ke kamre mein uska bada suitcase hai. Lock atak raha hai. Woh khud nahi khol pa rahi. Aap jaake dekh aana. Aapko to aise kaam acchi tarah aate hain na…”

Aslam ne usko upar se neeche tak dheere-dheere dekha. Phir muskurate hue bola,
“Arre… suitcase ka lock…
Hum dekh let hain.
Sheher wali ladkiyan to chhote-chhote kaam mein bhi pareshan ho jaat hain.
Tum bhi kabhi pareshan ho jao to bula lena…
Hum aa jaayenge.
Raat ho ya din, bulana.
Hum subah-shaam taiyaar rehte hain.
Tumhari pareshani mitane ke liye toh hum hamesha ready hain.”

Sunita ne jaan-bujh kar haste hue kaha,
“Chacha, aap bhi na… hamesha aisi baatein karte ho.
Main serious baat kar rahi hoon.
Riya intezaar kar rahi hogi. Jaldi se dekh aao.”

Aslam ne thoda sa aage jhukkar uske kaan ke kareeb awaz mein kaha,
“Serious baat…
Theek hai, hum serious ho jaate hain.
Lekin ek baat bolo…
Woh sheher wali bahu akeli hai na kamre mein?
Koi aur nahi hai na saath mein?
Agar akeli hai toh hum aaram se dekh aayenge…
shayad lock ke alawa bhi kuchh dekhne layak mil jaaye.”

Sunita ne uski niyat samajhte hue bhi has diya aur uske kandhe pe halka sa haath maarte hue boli,
“Haan, akeli hai.
Isliye toh aapko bhej rahi hoon.
Aap dekh aao lock, aur jaldi nikal aana.
Zyada der mat lagaana.
Warna log kuchh aur hi sochne lagenge.”

Aslam ne zor se has diya. Usne paan ka ras zameen pe thooka aur bola,
“Arre…
Hum zyada der nahi lagaayenge.
Bas lock dekh lenge…
Aur agar kuchh aur dekhne layak mila to…
woh bhi dekh lenge.
Tum tension mat lo.
Aisi mulayam sheher wali bahu ka kaam to humse ban hi jaata hai.
Tum bas yahin ruko, hum jaldi aate hain.
Wapas aake bataayenge kya-kya dekha.”

Sunita ne uski taraf dekhkar muskura diya.
“Bas bas… ab jao.”

Aslam uth gaya. Chaltes waqt uske kapdon se puraani pasine ki tezi wali badboo aur paan ki mehak fail rahi thi. Har kadam ke saath uske andar bechaini badh rahi thi.

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Riya ke kamre ka darwaza thoda khula tha. Aslam ne dheere se use dhakka diya. Darwaze ki halki si karr-karr ki awaz hui. Woh andar aa gaya.

Pehle uski nazar kamre mein ghumi, phir seedha Riya pe jaa atki.

Riya abhi bhi khidki ke paas khadi thi. Usne Aslam ko aate hue nahi suna. Cream colour ke patle kurte mein uska peecha hissa bilkul saaf dikh raha tha. Kurta hawa aur paseene se body se chipka hua tha. Uski **gaand** gol, ubhri hui, mulayam aur doodh jaisi gori dikh rahi thi. Patli kamar ke baad gaand ki shape aur bhi clear thi. Baal khule the, kuchh baal gardan se chipke hue the.

Aslam wahan ruk gaya.

Uske pair jaise jam gaye. Saans uske seene mein utar-chadhav karne lagi. Uske dimag mein gandi soch tezi se daudne lagi:

“Arre baap re…
Kitni mulayam gaand hai iski…
Gol… tight…
Patla kurta… andar se sab dikh raha hai…
Agar haath laga doon to kaisa lagega…”

Woh bilkul chupke se Riya ke peeche aa gaya. Ab un dono ke beech sirf kuchh hi inch ka faasla bachaa tha. Uske badan se aa rahi tezi wali pasine ki gandi badboo aur muh se nikalne wali paan ki mehak Riya tak pahunchne lagi thi.

Aslam ne pehle sirf dekhna shuru kiya. Phir usne dheere se apna ek haath aage badhaya aur Riya ke kamar pe halka sa rakh diya.

Riya ke shareer mein halka sa jhatka laga. Uske kamar pe kisi ke haath ka garam touch clear mehsoos hua. Woh thoda sa tight ho gayi.

Aslam ne doosra haath bhi aage badhaya. Ab uske dono haath Riya ke kamar pe the. Usne dheere se unhe neeche ki taraf khisakna shuru kiya. Haath dheere-dheere uski gaand ke upar aa gaye. Usne abhi dabaya nahi, bas haath rakh kar uski gaand ki mulayam shape ko mehsoos kiya.

Riya ke shareer ki rongte khade ho gaye. Ab use clear pata chal gaya tha ki koi peeche khada hai. Woh tez saans lene lagi.

Aslam ne ab apna pura shareer dheere se aage badhaya. Uska seena pehle Riya ke peeth se halka sa chhua, phir dheere-dheere poora chipak gaya. Uske shirt ke geele, pasine se bhige kapde Riya ke kurte se chipak gaye. Uske badan ki garmi aur gandi badboo Riya ke peeth pe failne lagi. Uske muh se nikalne wali paan ki tezi mehak Riya ke baalon mein ghusne lagi.

Uske neeche, uska **lund** jo pehle se hi thoda soojha hua tha, ab dheere se Riya ki **gaand** ke beech mein dabne laga. Pehle bas halka sa touch hua, phir Aslam ne apni kamar ko dheere se aage dabaaya. Uska lund patli dhoti ke upar se Riya ki gaand ki naram golai mein dheere-dheere dhasne laga.

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Uske lund pe Riya ki gaand ki mulayam, garam pressure dheere-dheere badh raha tha. Jaise koi naram cheez uske lund ko ahista-ahista dabaye ja rahi ho. Uske lund ki nass phadak uthi. Usne dil mein socha,

“Arre baap re…
Kitni mulayam gaand hai…
Lund dheere-dheere beech mein ja raha hai…
Agar aur daba doon to…”

Usne apni kamar ko thoda aur aage dabaaya. Ab uska lund uski gaand ke bilkul beech mein achhi tarah dabaa hua tha.

Udar riya mehra

Aapbi peeth pe kisi ke seene ka garam pressure mehsoos hua. Saath hi ek tezi se aane wali gandi badboo aur paan ki mehak uske naak mein ghusne lagi. Aur phir… uski **gaand** ke bilkul beech mein ek garam, hard, soojha hua cheez dheere-dheere dabne lagi.

Riya ke dimag mein turant samajh aa gaya. Uske shareer mein dar aur ek ajeeb si garmi fail gayi. Uske muh se ek dabi hui awaz nikal gayi.

“Kaun… hai…?
… hatao…!”

Aslam ne ab usko thoda aur tight pakad liya. Uske lund ab bhi uski gaand ke beech dabaa hua tha. Usne apna muh uske baalon ke kareeb laate hue apni gawar wali awaz mein dheere se kaha,

“Arre bahu… daro mat.
Hum hain… Aslam.
Tumhara suitcase dekhne aaye the…
Lekin peeche se yeh gaand dikh gayi to control nahi hua re…
Lund to apne aap hi dheere-dheere gaand mein dab gaya…”

Uske haath ab bhi uski gaand pe the, aur uska lund uski gaand ke beech pressure de raha tha. Uske muh se paan ki mehak Riya ke chehre pe fail rahi thi.

Riya ke shareer mein ab clear mehsoos ho raha tha — ek garam, hard lund uski gaand ke bilkul beech mein dabaa hua hai. Uske muh se tez saans nikal rahi thi. Woh dono haath se Aslam ke haath hataane ki koshish kar rahi thi.

Tabhi Aslam ne jaise achanak hosh mein aate hue usko chhod diya. Woh ek kadam peeche hat gaya. Usne haath jodte hue kaha,

“Arre… maafi… maafi bahu!
Humse badi galti ho gayi.
Humne koi aur samajh liya tha.
Peeche se dekh ke laga ki koi aur hai… isliye aise pakad liye.
Maaf kar do bahu… humse galti ho gayi.”

Riya tez saans le rahi thi. Usne Aslam ko ghurte hue kaha,

“Ruko…!
Tumne kaha tumne koi aur samajh liya tha…
Kaun thi woh?
Kis ko samajh rahe the tum mujhe?”

Aslam ne gawar style mein dheere se jawab diya,

“Arre bahu…
Woh… isi ghar ki naukrani hai na…
Neeta…
Tumhari tarah hi… mulayam si gaand wali…
Uski bhi gaand aisi hi gol aur tight hai…
Woh meri… mashuka hai.
Peeche se dekh ke laga ki Neeta hi khadi hai… isliye aise pakad liye.
Maaf kar do bahu… galti ho gayi.”

Riya ne aankhein badi kar li.
“Mashuka…?
Is ghar ki naukrani… Neeta… tumhari mashuka hai?”

Aslam ne muskurate hue bola,
“Haan re…
Kabhi-kabhi raat mein milte hain hum.
Woh yahin ki hai… ghar ki naukrani.
Tumhari tarah hi dikhti hai peeche se…
Kher, maaf kar do.
Hum chale jaate hain.”

Aslam dheere se darwaze ki taraf hatne laga. Jaate-jaate usne ek baar phir peeche mudkar Riya ko dekha aur bola,

“Sacchi bahu…
Galti ho gayi.
Agla baar aise nahi hoga.
Neeta ko dekh ke… control nahi hua tha.”

Itna kehkar woh kamre se bahar nikal gaya. Darwaza peeche se halka sa band hote waqt karr ki awaz hui.

Riya wahan akeli khadi reh gayi.

Uske shareer pe abhi bhi Aslam ke haath aur lund ka garam ehsaas tha. Uske kurte pe uski pasine ki gandi bo chipki hui thi. Uske naak mein ab bhi paan aur pasine ki mehak ghum rahi thi. Uske dimag mein ab ek naya naam ghum raha tha — **Neeta**.

Ghar ki naukrani… aur Aslam ki mashuka.

Woh dheere se khidki ke paas baith gayi. Saans abhi bhi tez thi. Uske haath kaamp rahe the.

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Raat ka time ho chuka tha.

Kamre mein ek chhoti si diya jal rahi thi. Uski dhundhli roshni se deewaron pe halki si parchaaiyan naach rahi thin. Baahar se dhol ki sunki awaz aa rahi thi, lekin kamre ke andar relative shanti thi. Riya bed pe leti hui thi. Cream rang ka wahi patla kurta ab bhi uske badan pe tha. Kurta thoda sa ulajha hua tha. Baal bikhre hue the, kuchh baal gale se chipke hue the. Woh chat ki taraf dekh rahi thi, lekin uske dimag mein dopahar ka poora haadsa baar-baar ghum raha tha.

Aslam ka chupke se peeche aana…
Uske haath ka pehle kamar pe rakhna…
Phir haath ka ahista-ahista neeche khisakna…
Uske seene ka peeth se chipakna…
Aur sabse zyada — uska soojha hua lund jo uski gaand ke bilkul beech mein dheere-dheere dabta chala gaya tha.

Riya ne aankhein band kar li. Uske shareer pe abhi bhi uska ehsaas baaki tha. Uske naak mein abhi bhi uski gandi pasine ki bo aur paan ki mehak ghum rahi thi. Woh soch rahi thi,

“Usne jaan-bujh kar kiya… ya sach mein kisi aur ko samajh liya tha?
Uski aankhon mein jo muskaan thi… woh maafi maangte waqt bhi nahi gayi thi.
Usne meri gaand ko itni der tak dabaye rakha…
Lund ko jaan-bujh kar beech mein dabaaya…
Nahi… yeh galti nahi thi. Yeh jaan-bujh kar kiya gaya tha.”

Uske dil mein gussa aur ek ajeeb si bechaini dono thi. Woh soch rahi thi ki agar Aslam ne jaan-bujh kar yeh kiya hai, toh woh usko aise nahi chhodegi. Kuchh na kuchh karke usko iska jawab degi.

Tabhi kamre ka darwaza dheere se khula.

Rohan andar aaya. Usne darwaza band kiya aur bed ki taraf aaya. Woh thakaa hua tha, lekin uske chehre pe naram muskaan thi. Usne Riya ko bed pe leti hui dekha aur ahista se bola,

“Abhi tak nahi soyi?
Aaj poora din thak gayi lag rahi ho.”

Riya ne aankhein kholi. Usne halki si muskaan di, lekin uske dimag mein abhi bhi Aslam hi tha. Rohan bed pe baith gaya. Usne Riya ke baal ahista-ahista sehlaaye. Ungliyon se uske baalon ko suljhaate hue usne uske maathe pe ek naram sa choom liya. Phir uske gale pe apne honth rakh diye.

Riya ne aankhein band kar li. Rohan ke honth uske gale pe ahista-ahista ghum rahe the. Kabhi gale ke kone pe, kabhi neeche ki taraf. Uske haath Riya ke baalon mein the. Woh dheere se uske kaan ke kareeb bola,

“Tumhari gardan aaj bahut naram lag rahi hai.”

Phir usne Riya ko ahista se side se ghumaya. Riya ab pet ke bal leti hui thi. Rohan ne uske kurte ko dheere se upar uthaya. Pehle bas thoda sa, phir aur upar. Uske haath Riya ke kamar pe aaye. Ungliyon se uski kamar ki naram chamdi ko sehlaate hue woh neeche ki taraf badhne laga.

Usne Riya ki **gaand** pe pehli baar apne honth rakhe.

Riya ke shareer mein ek halka sa lahar sa daur gaya. Rohan ne uski gaand ke upar wale hisse pe naram sa choom liya. Phir thoda neeche. Uske honth ahista-ahista uski gaand ki golai pe ghumne lage. Kabhi daayein taraf, kabhi baayein taraf. Uske haath bhi saath mein the — ek haath uski kamar pe, doosra haath uski gaand ko halka sa dabaye hue.

Rohan ne uski gaand ke bilkul beech wale hisse pe apne honth rakh diye. Dheere se chooma. Phir thoda sa zor se. Uske honth garam the. Usne jeebh se halka sa touch kiya uski gaand ki naram chamdi ko. Riya ke muh se ek dabi hui saans nikal gayi.

Rohan ne samjha ki woh pasand kar rahi hai. Isliye usne aur dheere se, aur gehraai se uski gaand pe choomna jaari rakha. Kabhi upar, kabhi neeche, kabhi beech mein. Uske haath bhi uski gaand ko sahla rahe the, dabaye hue the. Kurta ab uski kamar tak utha hua tha. Riya ki gaand poori tarah khuli hui thi uske honthon ke neeche.

Lekin Riya ke dimag mein bilkul alag scene chal raha tha.

Rohan ke naram honthon ka touch uski gaand pe mehsoos ho raha tha, lekin uske dimag mein Aslam ke haath ka touch ghum raha tha. Rohan ke naram choomban ke saath-saath usko Aslam ke lund ka hard pressure yaad aa raha tha jo dopahar mein uski gaand ke bilkul beech mein dabaa tha. Uske naak mein abhi bhi Aslam ki gandi pasine ki bo ghum rahi thi.

Riya ne aankhein band kiye rakhi. Uske muh se dabi hui saansein nikal rahi thin. Rohan ne uski gaand ke beech mein apni jeebh se halka sa lehra diya. Uske haath uski gaand ko dono taraf se dabaye hue the.

Riya ke dimag mein sawaal ghum rahe the,

“Aslam ne jaan-bujh kar kiya tha na?
Uski aankhein… uski muskaan… uska lund itni der tak dabaye rakhna…
Sab jaan-bujh kar tha.
Agar usne jaan-bujh kar kiya hai…
toh main usko aise nahi chhodungi.
Main pata lagaaungi.
Aur agar sach mein usne jaan-bujh kar yeh kiya…
toh main usko chhodungi nahi.”

Rohan ab uski gaand pe aur gehra choom raha tha. Uske honth aur jeebh dono kaam kar rahe the. Uske haath bhi uski gaand ki mulayam golai ko sahla rahe the. Kamre mein sirf unki saans ki awaz thi aur kabhi-kabhi Rohan ki dabi hui aah.

Lekin Riya ka mann bilkul kahin aur tha.
Uske shareer pe pati ke naram honth the,
lekin uske dimag mein Aslam ka lund aur uski gandi badboo ghum rahi thi.

Woh soch rahi thi — kal woh Aslam se millegi.
Kuchh na kuchh karke pata lagaaegi ki usne jaan-bujh kar kiya tha ya nahi.
Aur agar jaan-bujh kar kiya tha…
toh woh usko aise nahi chhodegi.

Rohan ne uski gaand pe ek last gehra choomban liya aur phir uske upar let gaya. Usne Riya ke kaan mein dheere se kaha,
“Aaj tum bahut kamaal lag rahi ho.”

Riya ne bas halki si muskaan di.
Lekin uski aankhein band thin…
aur dimag mein Aslam hi tha.

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I


Agle din subah ka time tha.

Aangan mein kaam shuru ho chuka tha. Auratein sabzi kaat rahi thin, masala pees rahi thin. Hawa mein mitti aur ghee ki mehak faili hui thi. Riya aangan ke kone mein khadi thi. Uske dimag mein kal raat wali baat ghum rahi thi. Usne soch liya tha ki aaj kisi tarah **Neeta** se baat karegi.

Thodi der baad woh Neeta ko kitchen ke peeche dekhte hue mili.

Neeta is ghar ki naukrani thi. Umar kuchh 28-29 saal ki hogi. Rang saawla, chehra saaf, lekin aankhon mein thakan clear dikhti thi. Baal usne peeche bandhe the. Usne purana saadi colour ka blouse aur petticoat pehna tha. Blouse thoda tight tha, jisse uske shareer ki shape clear dikh rahi thi. Haath mein churiyaan thin jo kaam karte waqt khanak rahi thin. Woh aate-jaate ghar ke kaam sambhalti thi — jhadu, bartan, kapde, sab. Log usse sirf “Neeta” keh kar bulate the. Koi uski taraf khaas dhyan nahi deta tha.

Riya ne uske paas jakar dheere se kaha,
“Neeta… thodi der ruk sakti ho?”

Neeta ne peeche mudkar dekha. Usne jhat se aanchal theek kiya aur boli,
“Haan bhabhi… boliye. Kya kaam hai?”

Riya ne halki si muskaan di.
“Koi kaam nahi. Bas aise hi baat karne ka mann kiya.
Tum yahin ki ho na? Kab se kaam kar rahi ho is ghar mein?”

Neeta thoda sa relaxed hui. Usne haath se paseena ponchhte hue kaha,
“Haan bhabhi… yahin ke gaon ki hoon.
Paanch-chhe saal se is ghar mein kaam kar rahi hoon.
Subah se raat tak… jhadu, pocha, bartan, kapde… sab yahi karti hoon.”

Riya ne thodi der chup rehkar uski taraf dekha. Phir dheere se boli,
“Tumhari shaadi hui hai?”

Neeta ne sir jhuka liya.
“Haan… hui thi.
Lekin pati guzar gaye.
Ab akeli hoon.
Baccha bhi nahi.”

Riya ne uske chehre ko carefully dekha. Phir aas-paas dekhkar awaz aur dheemi kar di,
“Akeli ho…
Toh yahan koi…
koi aashiq-vaashiq nahi hai kya?”

Neeta ke chehre ka rang thoda sa badal gaya. Usne jhat se nazar neeche kar li.
“Bhabhi… aisi baat nahi karte.
Main ghar ki naukrani hoon.
Kaun aashiq rakhega.”

Riya ne uske reaction ko notice kiya. Usne aur dheere se kaha,
“Aise mat bolo.
Kabhi-kabhi aisa ho jaata hai.
Koi dekhne wala…
koi milne wala…
toh ho sakta hai na?”

Neeta ne aas-paas dekha. Phir awaz bilkul dheemi kar ke boli,
“Bhabhi…
aisi baatein nahi karni chahiye.
Log sun lenge toh…”

Riya ne uske kareeb ek kadam badhaate hue kaha,
“Main kisi ko nahi bataungi.
Bas aise hi poochh rahi hoon.
Koi hai…
jo tumse milta ho?
Raat mein…
ya kabhi chhupke?”

Neeta ke haath kaampne lage. Usne aanchal ko tight pakad liya. Uske chehre pe dar aur sharm dono the. Woh kuchh der chup rahi, phir bilkul halki awaz mein boli,

“Bhabhi…
aap mat poochhiye.
Aisi baat nahi hai…
jo aap soch rahi ho.”

Lekin uski aankhein neeche thin. Uske chehre se clear dikh raha tha ki woh kuchh chhupa rahi hai.

Riya ne uske kandhe pe halka sa haath rakhte hue kaha,
“Theek hai…
mat batao.
Main zabardasti nahi karungi.
Lekin agar kabhi dil kare…
toh bata dena.
Main kisi ko nahi kahungi.”

Neeta ne sir hilaya aur jaldi se wahan se hat gayi.
“Bhabhi…
mujhe kaam hai.
Bartan bache hain.”

Woh kitchen ki taraf chali gayi. Chaltes waqt uske pair thode tez the, jaise woh bhaag rahi ho.

Riya wahan khadi reh gayi.

Uske dimag mein ab clear ho raha tha.
Neeta ke chehre ka rang badalna…
uska nazar na milana…
uska jaldi se wahan se hat jaana…

Sab dekh kar Riya samajh gayi thi ki Neeta kuchh chhupa rahi hai.
Aur uske dil mein ab aur zor se yeh baat baith gayi thi ki Aslam ne jo kal kaha tha…
woh jhooth nahi tha.

Woh soch rahi thi,
“Neeta hi hai uski mashuka.
Ab mujhe is baat ki pakki padtal karni hogi.”

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[The Bitch]

Nice one! but same thing is happening, and it's ruining the fun of the story