Part -29
Ghar mein maut ke baad ke teesre din ka rivaz tha – jis ghar mein mrityu hui ho, wahan auraton ko raat ko sirf ek saadi pehenkar sona padta tha, neeche kuchh bhi nahi. Yeh purana parampara tha, shudhata aur dukh ke prateek ke roop mein. Neeru Bua ne bhi yeh rivaz nibhaaya – unhone ek sada safed saadi pehni, blouse tak nahi, aur neeche bilkul nagn. Unki umra 35 saal thi, shareer abhi bhi jawaan aur bhara hua – bade-bade boobs, patli kamar, aur mote hips jo saadi ke neeche se bhi nazar aate the. Unka chehra rone se sooja hua tha, aankhein laal, lekin woh akeli kamre mein baithi thi, dil mein ek gehra dukh.
Din bhar ki thakaan aur gam ne sabko sust kar diya tha. Fufa ji – Neeru ke pati – apne kamre mein baithe the, unki tabiyat bhi kharab ho gayi thi. Umra ke karan aur sasur ji ke gam ne unhen toot sa diya tha. Manik ne unhen dekha – fufa ji ki aankhein num thi, haath kaanp rahe the. Manik ne dheere se bola:
Manik: Fufa ji, bua bahut ro rahi hain akeli. Kamre mein jaakar sun raha tha, unki siskiyaan ruk hi nahi rahi. Main unke kamre mein sone chala jaata hoon aaj... shayad meri baat se unhen santvana mil jaaye. Aap bhi thak gaye hain, aap so jaiye.
Fufa ji ne thaki hui aankhon se dekha. Unhone haath utha kar sir hilaya.
Fufa ji: Haan beta... jaa. Woh bechari bahut dukh mein hain. Sasur ji unke liye pita samaan the... tu unke paas reh, baat kar unsey. Main bhi thak gaya hoon, sone jaata hoon.
Manik ne sir hilaya aur bua ke kamre ki taraf badha. Darwaaza dheere se khola – andar andhera tha, sirf ek chhoti si night lamp jal rahi thi jo halki laal roshni de rahi thi. Neeru Bua neeche farsh par ek patla bistar laga liya tha – rivaz ke anusar unhen ooncha bistar nahi chhoona tha. Woh bistar par baithi thi, saadi ka pallu lapete hue, lekin rone se woh sarak gaya tha. Unka shareer halki roshni mein chamak raha tha – unki twacha fair thi, boobs ke ubhaar saadi se bahar jhaank rahe the.
Manik andar aaya, darwaaza band kiya. Bua ne sar utha kar dekha – unki aankhein aansuon se bhari thi.
Neeru Bua: (dheere se) Tu... tu aa gaya beta?
Manik: Haan bua... aap akeli mat rahiye. Main aapke saath soonga aaj.
Neeru Bua ne sir hilaya aur bistar par let gayi. Manik ne light band kar di. Kamre mein poora andhera chha gaya, sirf bahar se thodi si roshni darwaaze ke neeche se aa rahi thi – itni ki sirf silhouettes nazar aate the. Manik ne apne kapde utaare – shirt, pant, sab – aur sirf ek tight underwear mein bua ke bagal mein let gaya. Uska shareer jawaan tha – muscular chest, strong arms, aur underwear mein uska lund halka ubhara hua.
Woh dheere se bua ki taraf mudha aur unhen apni baahon mein bhar liya – ek gehri jaffi. Bua ka sar uske seene par tik gaya, unka garam shareer uske seene se sat gaya. Saadi ka pallu phisal gaya, aur bua ke nange boobs Manik ke seene par dab gaye – woh narm, bhare hue, garam.
Manik: (fusfusaakar) Bua... honi ko kaun taal sakta hai... papa ji to swarg mein khush honge. Aap akeli nahi hain... main hoon na. Hum sab hain.
Usne unki peeth par haath pherna shuru kiya – dheere-dheere, unki kamar tak, phir hips par. Bua ki saansen tez thi, woh chup thi lekin unka shareer kaanp raha tha. Manik ke honth dheere se unke gaal par lage – ek halka sa kiss. Phir kaan ke paas – woh garam saans chhod kar kiss kiya. Phir kandhe par – usne zuban se halka sa chaata.
Bua ki saans ruk si gayi. Woh jaanti thi yeh kya ho raha hai – pichhli raaton ki yaadein taaza ho gayi. Us din 69 position mein unhone ek-doosre ko kitna mazaa diya tha, lekin poora nahi kar paaye the. Ab Manik usi ko poora karne aaya tha.
Neeru Bua: (awaaz mein ek ajeeb si tezi) Mujhe pata hai tu kaun si santvana dene aaya hai, kamine Manik...
Manik andhere mein muskura raha tha – bua ko nazar nahi aa raha tha. Usne saadi ka pallu dheere se poora hata diya. Bua ke bade, bhare hue boobs khul gaye – dono nange, andhere mein bhi unki garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi. Unke nipples kadak ho gaye the – gam aur thand se, ya shayad ichchha se. Manik ne ek nipple muh mein liya aur chusne laga – pehle dheere, jeebh se ghuma kar, phir betahasha zor se. Usne daant se halka sa kaata, phir choosa.
Manik: (chusne ke beech mein) Jab pata hai to bol kyun rahi ho, bua... aapko bhi to yeh chahiye... us din jo adhoora reh gaya...
Neeru Bua ki saans phool gayi. Unhone apna haath Manik ke sar par rakh diya aur use aur andar dabane lagi. Unki chut ab geeli hone lagi thi – saadi ke neeche se mehsoos ho raha tha.
Neeru Bua: (karaahkar) Theek aise hi chuste the... sasur ji... har raat... tabhi to unki itni yaad aa rahi hai aaj... aah... tu unki jagah le raha hai beta...
Yeh sunkar Manik ka josh aur badh gaya. Usne doosra nipple muh mein liya – ab dono boobs daba raha tha, chus raha tha. Bua ki siskiyaan nikalne lagi – "Aah... haan... zor se...". Manik ne apni underwear utaar phenki. Uska lund poora tana hua tha – lamba, mota, garam. Usne bua ka haath pakad kar us par rakh diya.
Bua ne use pakad liya aur hilane lagi – dheere-dheere, puri kushalta se. Manik ne unki saadi poori khol di – ab bua bilkul nangi thi neeche bistar par. Unki chut geeli thi, baal halke se kaate hue, garam.
Manik: (awaaz dabakar) Kya yeh bhi chuswaate the aapke sasur ji?
Neeru Bua ne lund ko muh ke paas le aaya aur bola, aankhein band:
Neeru Bua: Haan beta... bahut pyaar karte the woh mujhse... har raat... tu bhi kar... aaj unki yaad mein...
Phir unhone Manik ka lund muh mein le liya aur chusne lagi – gehra, poora andar tak. Unki jeebh lund ke supade par ghum rahi thi, daant se halka sa kaat rahi thi. Manik ki siskiyaan nikalne lagi – "Aah bua... kitna mazaa...". Woh bua ki chut par haath rakh kar ungli daal raha tha – ek ungli, phir do, andar-baahar.
Kuchh der baad dono 69 ki position mein aa gaye. Manik bua ke oopar tha – uska lund bua ke muh mein, aur uska muh bua ki chut par. Woh jeebh se chaat raha tha – clitoris ko choos raha tha, ungli se andar ghusa raha tha. Bua ki chut se pani beh raha tha – garam, namkeen. Bua uska lund choos rahi thi – poora muh mein le kar, gardan hilakar.
Neeru Bua: (lund nikaal kar) Aah... Manik... yeh... yeh sasur ji ki yaad dilata hai... woh bhi aise hi karte the...
Manik: (chaat te hue) To aaj poora karte hain bua... us din jo adhoora reh gaya...
Dono ki saansen tez thi, kamra unki awaazon se bhar gaya – "Aah... haan... aur...". Manik seedha hua, bua ke oopar aaya. Usne apna lund bua ki chut ke muhaane par rakha – dheere se ragda, phir ek zor ka dhakka diya. Lund poora andar ghus gaya – bua ki chut tight thi, garam, geeli.
Neeru Bua: (cheekh kar) Aahhh... Manik... haan... dheere...
Manik ne dhakke shuru kiye – pehle dheere, phir tez. Har dhakke ke saath bua ki aahen nikal rahi thi: "Aah... zor se... haan... beta... chod mujhe...". Manik unke boobs daba raha tha, nipples choos raha tha, dhakke maarta ja raha tha. Bua ki taange uski kamar par lapti hui thi, unki hips uth rahi thi har dhakke ke saath.
Manik: (haanfte hue) Bua... kitni garam ho tum... sasur ji ko yaad kar ke aur mazaa aa raha hai...
Neeru Bua: Haan... woh bhi aise hi karte the... aah... tu unki jagah le... poora kar de mujhe...
Chudai tezi se chal rahi thi – bistar ki awaaz, dono ke shareeron ke takraane ki awaaz, bua ki aahen. "Aah... ooh... Manik... aur zor... haan... phaad de...". Unki awaazein kamre se bahar ja rahi thi – dabi hui cheekhein, siskiyaan.
Bahar, corridor mein fufa ji apne kamre ke darwaaze par khade sun rahe the. Unhone Anu aur Divya ko bhi utha diya tha – "Suno... Neeru kitna ro rahi hai... bechari... sasur ji ke gam mein...".
Fufa ji: (dheere se) Dekho... bechari kitna ro rahi hai... papa ji ke gam mein... dil pighal jaata hai sun kar. Log kahenge ki bahu kitni wafadaar thi.
Anu: (aankhon mein aansoon) Haan... bua ko kitna dukh hua hai... unki siskiyaan sun kar dil toot jaata hai.
Divya chup thi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si samajh thi – woh jaanti thi ki yeh sirf rona nahi hai.
Andar, Manik bua ko tezi se chod raha tha. Bua ki chut se pani beh raha tha, lund chup-chup ki awaaz kar raha tha. Manik ne unhen palta – ab bua oopar thi, cowgirl position mein. Bua apni hips hilane lagi – oopar-neeche, lund ko poora andar le kar. Unke boobs uchal rahe the, Manik ne unhen pakad kar dabaaye.
Neeru Bua: Aah... haan... sasur ji... tu... aah... kitna bada hai tera...
Manik: Bua... tumhari chut kitni tight hai... har dhakke mein mazaa...
Dono paseene se tar the. Bua ki aahen aur tez: "Aahhh... jhad rahi hoon... haan...". Unki chut sikudne lagi, Manik ka lund jakad liya. Manik ne aakhri zor ke dhakke maare aur bua ke andar hi jhad gaya – garam veerya ki dhaarein unki chut mein bhari.
Dono haanfte hue ek-doosre se lipat gaye. Bua Manik ke seene par gir gayi, unke boobs uske seene par dab gaye. Unke aansoon ab bhi beh rahe the – gam ke aur sukh ke.
Neeru Bua: (fusfusaakar) Tu... tu mere liye papa ji jaisa hi hai ab... unki yaad mein yeh... yeh mazaa...
Manik ne unhen kas kar jakad liya, unke gaal par kiss kiya. Bahar log soch rahe the ki bua ro rahi hai gam mein – "Bechari... kitna ro rahi hai... fufa ji ke gam mein" – lekin andar ek varjit milan poora ho chuka tha, dukh aur ichchha ka poora sangam.
Raat gehri thi... aur yeh raaz dono ke beech hi reh gaya. Bua ki saansen shaant hui, lekin unka haath Manik ke lund par abhi bhi tha – dheere se hilate hue. Manik muskura raha tha – yeh sirf shuruaat thi.
