Update 33
Raat ke dinner table pe sab baithe the. Zareen ne aaj haath se banaya tha: murgh musallam, dum biryani, sheer khurma. Baatein chal rahi thi – gao ki, train ke safar ki, Shimla ki thand ki. Saba chupchap khana kha rahi thi, chehra abhi bhi thoda laal tha dopahar ke waqye ki wajah se.
Hariye khana paros raha tha. Jab woh Saba ke paas aaya to har baar jaan-boojhkar uske kandhe se kandha ragadta, haath se haath touch karta. Ek baar to bilkul dheere se uska haath Saba ke blouse ke upar se hi uske bade, narm breast pe fisal gaya – bas do second ke liye, par itna bhi kaafi tha. Saba ne jhatke se uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein gussa aur sharam dono. Hariye ne sirf ek gandi si muchki haasi di aur bola, “bahu rani ji, aur gosht chahiye?”
Saba ne daant se daant daba kar “nahi” kaha aur nazar jhuka li.
Raat gyarah baje sab apne room mein chale gaye.
Hariye apne chhote se naukaroni kamre mein tha. Darwaza band kiya, kapde utare, sirf ek purana lungi pehna. Bed pe baithkar sarson ka tel haath mein liya aur apne us mota, lamba, kaala saanp jaisa lund ko achhe se malne laga. Aankhein band, dimaag mein sirf Saba – uske gulabi honth, uske bade-bade boobs, uski patli kamar, train mein adhoora kiss, aaj dopahar ka woh paanch minute ka gehra kiss…
Muth marte hue woh dheeme-dheeme bol raha tha,
“Aaah… Saba bahu rani… kab mera lund choosegi, kap mein tujhe goudme lekar chodunga... Aah... Kab... Saba kab?"
Uska haath tez chalne laga. Lund poora khada, nasen phooli hui, supara laal. Das minute baad ek zor ki siski ke saath uska garam garam paani zameen pe girne laga – itna saara ki floor geela ho gaya. Hariye saans phoolate hue let gaya, par chehre pe ek khatarnaak khushi thi.
Agli subah.
Breakfast ke baad Arif office nikal gaya. Saba ne Zareen se kaha, “Maa, aaj thodi shopping kar loon? Aap chalengi mere saath?”
Zareen ne sar dabate hue bola, “Beta aaj sar mein bahut dard hai… nahi ja paungi.”
Saba ka muh latak gaya. Zareen ne uska chehra dekha aur muskura kar boli, “Arre tension mat le, Hariye ko bolti hoon tere saath chala jayega, akeli kahan bhejungi?”
Saba ne turant mana kiya, “Nahi-nahi maa, koi zaroorat nahi hai usko…”
Par Zareen ne awaz lagayi, “Hariye! Idhar aao!”
Hariye kitchen se daudta hua aaya, lungi aur banian mein, chehre pe ek ajeeb si chamak.
“Ji badi malkin?”
Zareen ne hukum diya, “Aaj Saba bahu rani ko shopping ke liye le jaana hai. Dilli ka pura market ghuma dena, jo chahiye le aana, aur shaam tak safe ghar wapas laana. Samjhe?”
Hariye ne apne honthon pe zubaan ferte hue, aankhein Saba pe tikaye bola,
“Achha begum saheba… aap fikar na karein. Bahu-rani, ko aaj main apne haathon pe utha kar ghumaaunga.”
Saba ne ghoor kar dekha, par kuch bol nahi payi.
Hariye andar hi andar muskuraya – aaj pura din uske saath akeli.
Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha uska.
Stairs se neeche utarte hi Hariye ne Saba ko dekha aur dheeme-dheeme ek ganda sa gaana gungunane laga:
“Meri chandni… teri jawani…
Raat bhar mujhe tadpayegi…
Mai tujhe chhodunga nahi, tu mujhe chhod de…
Aaja meri baahon mein, aa ja re…”
Saba ne muh banaya. “Suoar jaisa muh lekar phir gaana ga raha hai yeh buddha!”
Hariye hans kar bola, “Kisko bola bahurani? ”
Saba ne gusse se palta, “Jisko bol rahi hoon, woh bilkul samajh gaya hai!”
Aise hi bak-bak chalti rahi dono ke beech.
Bahut der se ek bhi ricksha nahi aa raha tha. Hariye ne ek ricksha rok liya aur chadh kar bola, “Bahu rani, chalo na!”
Saba ne mana kar diya. Woh door khadi rahi, doosre ricksha ka intezaar karti rahi. Aadha ghanta beet gaya, dhoop tez ho gayi, paer dukhnay lage. Akhirkaar haar kar woh usi ricksha mein chupchap Hariye ke bagal mein baith gayi.
Hariye ne muche muche mein muskurate hue side se dekha.
Saba ne ghoor kar bola, “Apne halwaai daant band karo, muh se badboo aa rahi hai.”
Hariye ne bilkul befikar hoke jawab diya, “Kal raat ko toh yeh badboo bahut pasand aa rahi thi bahurani… jab poore paanch minute tak kiss kar rahi thi na?”
Rickshawala peeche mud kar hansne laga. Saba ka chehra tomato ban gaya. Usne muh fer liya aur poora rasta chup rahi. Hariye beech-beech mein aur chhedta raha, gaane gaata raha, taane marta raha.
Shaam ko ghar lautne ke baad dinner ke waqt Saba ne ek teer se do nishane soch liye. Saba ab badla lega, par kese.
diner pe Hariye sabko khana paros raha tha, Saba ne khud plate uthaya aur boli,
“Kaka, aap baitho na… aaj main khana parosungi.”
Hariye hairaan. “Arre arre, yeh kya baat hui? Aap is ghar ki bahu hain, main naukar hoon!”
Saba ne muskurate hue kaha, “Aap bhi toh iss ghar ke member hain na, kaka?”
Zareen ne bhi saath diya, “Haan Hariye, baith jao. Tum bhi apne ho.”
(agar Zareen ko sach mein pata chal jaye ki Hariye apni bahu ke saath kya-kya kar raha hai, toh woh apne haathon se joota nikaal kar Hariye ke muh pe maar degi.)
Hariye thoda sharma gaya, par phir bhi baith gaya table pe.
Saba khud sabki plate mein khana daalti rahi, Hariye ko bhi daala, aur dheere se muskurati rahi.
Khana khatam hone ke baad woh paani ka glass Hariye ke saamne rakh kar boli,
“Kaka, aap haath dholo ab.”
Hariye ke muh se sirf “Jaroor bahurani…” nikla. Uske chehre pe pehli baar thodi si sharmindagi thi.
Jameel sahab ne Zareen se dheere se kaha, “Dekha? Humne bilkul sahi bahu ghar laaya hai. Kitni sanskaari, kitni izzat karti hai bade-buzurgon ki.”
Zareen ne bhi muskura kar sir hila diya.
Dinner ke baad sab apne-apne room mein chale gaye.
Saba apne room mein jaakar darwaza band kiya, bed pe baithi aur khud se muskuraane lagi.
“Aaj thoda sa badla toh le hi liya uss buddhe se…”
Par uske dil ke ek kone mein ek ajeeb si bechaini bhi thi – jaise aaj Hariye ko table pe baithaya toh sahi, lekin kal phir woh apni gandi harkat kya karega, yeh soch kar uska jism thoda sa kaanp sa gaya.
(Ghari me Raat 1:15 )
Hariye ki neend ek jhatke mein toot gayi.
Uske dono taango ke beech aag lagi thi. Lund mein aisi jalan, aisa khujli, jaise koi laal mirch ka paste laga diya ho. Woh bed pe khujli karta raha, paer maarne laga, lund ko zor-zor se ragadne laga, lekin jalan aur badh gayi.
“Arre re re… maa kasam… yeh kya ho gaya re!”
Woh utha, lungi upar karke dekha – uska 10 inch ka mota, kaala lund poora laal ho chuka tha, supara jal raha tha, nasen phooli hui thi. Dard aur jalan se uska muh baigani pad gaya.
Kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha. Paani ka mug uthaya, bathroom mein ghus gaya aur lund ko mug mein daal kar thanda paani daal diya. Paani se thodi rahat mili, lekin jaise hi paani chhua, aur zor se jalan hone lagi. Woh cheekh hi deta ki…
Bathroom ke darwaze pe ek halki si hansi sunai di.
Saba khadi thi, nighty pehne, haath se muh dabaye hans rahi thi.
“Kaisa lag raha hai, kaka? Jalan ho rahi hai na bohot?”
Hariye chaunk kar bola, “Tu… tune kiya yeh sab, haramzaadi??”
Saba ne aankh maari. “Haan maine paani ke jug mein thodi si ‘lal mirch + shital mirch ka mixture’ daal diya tha… aur thodi si itching powder bhi. Bas thoda sa mazak tha, itna bada reaction nahi socha tha.”
Hariye ke aankhon se paani nikal aaya. “Aaah… bahu rani… jalan se mar jaunga… kuch kar na!”
Saba hans hans ke lot-pot ho rahi thi, lekin Hariye ka chehra dekh kar thodi si daya bhi aayi. Woh bhag kar kitchen gayi, fridge se ice tray nikali aur wapas aayi.
“Ruko… yeh lo ice. Mug mein daal do, thodi der mein araam milega.”
Hariye ne jhat se ice mug mein daal diya aur apna lund us thande paani mein dubo diya.
Par darwaza band nahi kiya – khula hi chhod diya.
Saba sofa pe baith gayi, pair upper kar ke, nighty thoda upar uthi hui, uski safed jaanghein chamak rahi thi.
Das minute beet gaye.
Hariye ab bhi mug mein lund duboye baitha tha, saans phool rahi thi, lekin jalan ab dheere-dheere kam ho rahi thi.
Saba ne dheere se poocha, “Ab thik hai na?”
Hariye ne sar hilaya, phir dheeme se bola, “Nahi bahu rani… abhi bhi thoda jalan hai… aur… aur ab khada bhi ho raha hai bohot zor se… dekh na…”
Saba ne palat kar dekha aur ekdum se saans rok li.
Mug ke paani mein Hariye ka lund ab poora khada tha – 10 inch se bhi zyada, mota, kaala, nasen phooli hui, supara laal aur chamakdar. Paani mein bhi woh poora akad kar khada tha jaise koi lohe ka rod.
Saba ki aankhein badi ho gayin. Usne fauran muh fer liya.
“Chi… darwaza band karo!”
Hariye ne dard bhari awaaz mein kaha, “Bou-ma… abhi bhi jalan hai… thodi der aur ice chahiye… aur… aur haath se thoda ragad do na… please… nahi toh mar jaunga…”
Bathroom mein sirf thandi saansen aur paani ki boondon ki awaaz thi.
Ice ka asar ho chuka tha, jalan bilkul khatam. Lekin Hariye ka lund ab bhi lohe ki rod bana khada tha – 10 inch se zyada, mota, nasen phooli hui, supara chamak raha tha.
Hariye ne dard bhari awaaz mein kaha,
“Bahu rani… abhi bhi khada hai… thoda haath se kar do na… please…”
Saba ne sar hilaya. “Nahi… bas bohot ho gaya. Main ja rahi hoon.”
Jaise hi woh palti, Hariye ne uska haath pakad liya aur zor se kheencha.
“Jaogi kahan? Abhi toh shuruaat hai!”
Saba chaunk kar chillayi, “Chhodo mujhe!”
Lekin Hariye ne uski kamar pakad kar khud se chipka liya aur seedha uska muh apne lund ke saamne kar diya.
“Le bahu rani… aaj tera muh bhi lenge!”
Saba ne muh band karne ki koshish ki, dono haathon se dhakka mara, lekin Hariye ne uske baal pakad liye aur zor se peeche kheencha. Uska muh khul gaya.
Usi pal Hariye ne apna mota supara uske narm honthon ke beech ghusa diya.
“Ummphhh…!”
Saba ki cheekh dab gayi. Uska muh poora khul gaya – uska lund itna mota tha ki uske honth phatne lage.
Hariye ne ek zor ka dhakka maara – aage – aadha lund ek baar mein andar ghus gaya. Saba ki aankhon se paani nikal aaya, naak se saans lene lagi.
Hariye ne uska sar pakad kar aage-peeche karna shuru kiya – jaise koi machine.
“Le… le poora… aaj tera muh chodunga… bahurani… aaah… kitna garam hai tera muh…”
Saba tadap rahi thi, haath se Hariye ki jaanghein peet rahi thi, lekin Hariye ne aur zor se baal kheencha aur poora lund andar tak ghusa diya. Uska supara Saba ke gale tak pahunch gaya.
Saba ki saansen ruk gayi ek pal ke liye. Uski naak se siski nikal rahi thi – “ghhh… ghhh…”
Hariye ne lund bahar nikala – ek lambi laar ki leer Saba ke muh se latak gayi – phir zor se andar.
Phir bahar. Phir andar.
Aise hi das-pandrah zor ke dhakke. Har baar poora lund andar tak, gale tak.
Saba ka muh laal ho gaya, honth sooj gaye, aankhon se aansoo beh rahe the.
Hariye ka pace tez hota gaya – ab woh khud apni kamar aage-peeche kar raha tha, Saba ka sar pakad kar sirf guide kar raha tha.
“Chus… chus haramzaadi… apne sasur ke naukar ka lund… aaah… kitna mazaa aa raha hai…”
Paanch minute tak yeh chalta raha.
Phir Hariye ne lund bahar nikala. Uska lund poora geela tha – Saba ki thook se chamak raha tha.
Woh sofa pe baith gaya, dono taange chaudi kar ke.
“Ab baith… aur chus khud se.”
Saba saans phooli hui thi. Uske honth laal, muh se laar tapak rahi thi.
Woh kuch nahi boli. Hariye ne gal par ek tamacha mara,Bas dheere se ghutno ke bal baith gayi Hariye ke saamne.
Hariye ne uske baal pakde hue tha, lekin ab zor nahi laga raha tha – sirf guide kar raha tha.
Saba ne aankhein band kar li… aur dheere se apna muh aage badhaya.
Usne khud se supara muh mein liya.
Pehle sirf supara… phir dheere-dheere aadha lund… phir thoda aur.
Ab woh khud hi sar aage-peeche kar rahi thi.
Hariye bas moan kar raha tha – “Haan… aise hi… bou-ma… chus… poora…”
Saba bhool chuki thi ki woh kya kar rahi hai.
Uska dimaag sunn tha. Sirf uska muh chal raha tha – andar-bahar, andar-bahar.
Kabhi zubaan se supare ko chat ti, kabhi andar tak le leti.
Uske muh se “chhup-chhup… slurrp…” ki awaazein aa rahi thi.
Das minute beet gaye…
Hariye sofa ke haath pakad kar tadap raha tha.
“Aaah… aaah… bahurani… aur nahi saha jaata… bas kar de… nikal jaayega…”
Saba ne uski halat dekh kar ek ajeeb sa nasha chadh gaya.
Uske dil mein ek garv uthra – yeh wahi Hariye jo train mein zabardasti karta tha, jo raat mein kiss karta tha, aaj uske saamne bilkul bekabu ho gaya hai.
Aaj woh driving seat pe thi.
Ek pal ko usne socha – aaj is buddhe ko poori tarah barbaad kar degi.
(Kya jaane kya soch rahi thi Saba… asal mein woh khud barbaad ho rahi thi, lekin uska dimaag usko bol raha tha ki woh isko barbaad kar rahi hai.)
Usne dheere se neeche jhuk kar Hariye ke dono bade-bade andkosh muh mein le liye.
Jaise koi garam-garam gulab jamun chus rahi ho.
Dheere-dheere, zubaan se chaat-ti, choosti, andar-bahar karti.
Hariye upar ki taraf dekh raha tha, aankhein band, muh khula – sirf “haaa… haaa… bahurani…” ki awaazein.
Saba ne uske chehre ko dekha aur aur nasha chadha.
Usne andkosh chhod diya, Hariye ke dono haath pakad liye aur zor se sofa ke dono taraf chauda kar ke daba diya.
Phir seedha uska lund muh mein le liya – gehra tak – gale tak – aur zor-zor se chusne lagi.
Hariye ki kamar upar uthne lagi.
“Bas… bas… rehne de bou-ma… aaah…”
Lekin Saba ne rukna nahi tha.
Usne lund chhoda, Hariye ke maathe pe ek lamba kiss kiya aur dheeme se boli,
“Ulta ho jao… pet ke bal let ja.”
Hariye ne bina soche palat gaya.
Uske bade-bade lombe chootad upar, beech mein gehri ghaati, ghane baal se bhari hui.
Saba ne dono haathon se uske chootad dabaye – naram, garam, baalon se bhare.
Phir ek ungli pe thook lagayi aur seedha Hariye ke gaand ke chhed mein ghusa di.
Hariye ki cheekh nikal gayi – “Aaaah mar gaya!”
Saba ne jhat se nighty ke andar haath daal kar apni bra nikali aur Hariye ke muh mein ghusaa di.
“Shor mat karo… saara ghar jag jayega!”
Hariye ka muh band. Sirf “ummph… ummph…” ki awaazein.
Saba ko laga woh rani hai.
Usne do ungliyaan daali, andar-bahar karne lagi – tez, phir dheeme, phir tez.
Hariye ka jism kaanp raha tha. Uski gaand se gandi si khushboo aa rahi thi, lekin Saba ruk nahi rahi thi.
Phir usne chootad chaude kiye aur muh laga diya.
Zubaan se us gande, baalon bhare chhed ko chaatne lagi.
Baal muh mein aa rahe the, lekin woh chusti gayi – gehra, aur gehra.
Hariye ka pura jism tharthara raha tha, sofa ke cushion ko daant se kaat raha tha.
Saba ke dil mein ek ajeeb si vijay thi – yeh wahi Hariye jo usko chhedta tha, aaj uske neeche let kar ro raha hai.
Kuch der baad usne phir teen ungliyaan daal di aur tez-tez chalane lagi.
Hariye ka lund neeche sofa pe ragad raha tha, paani chhod raha tha.
Tabhi –
CLICK.
Light jal gayi.
Zareen darwaze pe khadi thi, aankhein phati hui.
Samne ka nazara:
Hariye pet ke bal nanga pada hai, muh mein Saba ki bra, gaand upar.
Saba nighty mein baithi hai, ek haath Hariye ki gaand mein teen ungliyaan daale hue.
Dono ek saath chaunk gaye.
Zareen ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi, “Yeh… yeh kya kar rahe ho tum dono??”
Hariye bra muh se nikaal kar amta-amta kar raha tha.
Saba ne turant dimag chalaya aur boli,
“Maa… Hariye kaka ko tez bukhar tha… 103 degree… tablet nahi kaam kar raha tha… isliye main suppository laga rahi thi… fever jaldi utrega…”
Zareen ne bhaunhen chadhaayi, “Suppository?? Tum kyun laga rahi ho? Aur tablet nahi tha kya ghar mein?”
Saba ne jhuk kar nazar, “Tha maa… lekin kaam nahi kar raha tha… isliye…”
Zareen ne saans li, “Jo bhi ho… yeh sab tumhe nahi karna chahiye tha. Log galat samajhenge. Ab jao, apne room mein so jao.”
Saba uthi, aur tezi se nikal gayi.
Zareen ne Hariye ki taraf dekha, “Aur tu lungi kahan gaya? Yeh bra muh mein kyun thi?”
Hariye sharma kar bola, “Woh… dard bohot tha… isliye bou-ma ne muh band kar diya taaki cheekh na nikle…”
Zareen ne bra uthayi, muh banaya aur chali gayi.
Saba apne room mein aayi.
Darwaza band kiya.
Bed pe baith gayi.
Uske haath ab bhi kaanp rahe the.
Uske muh mein ab bhi Hariye ka swad tha.
Uske dimag mein do awaazein lad rahi thi:
Ek awaaz: “Main kya kar rahi thi… haye … main kitni gandi ho gayi hoon…”
Doosri awaaz hans rahi thi: “Aaj woh Hariye… itna bada aadmi… mere neeche let kar ro raha tha… meri ungliyon se… meri zubaan se… aaj woh mera gulam tha…”
Phir usne Arif ki taraf dekha – woh gehri neend mein tha.
Saba ne uske maathe pe haath rakha aur dheere se boli,
“Arif… tum hi mere pehle aur aakhri ho… yeh sab sapna tha… ab kabhi nahi karungi.”
Phir woh blanket odh kar let gayi.
Lekin neend aane mein abhi bhi poori raat baaki thi.
Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
Aur uske honthon pe ek halki si muskurahat thi – sharam aur vijay ka ajeeb sa mixture.
