Shaadi ke chhe saal baad 30 saal ki $name1 ko Lucknow ke ek cafe mein mila uska pehla pyaar Siddharth, aur ek purane flat ki dopahar mein dabi hui aag phir se bhadak uthi.
$name1 30 saal ki thi. Lucknow ke Gomti Nagar mein ek bade ghar ki bahu. Pati Ashish 36 saal ka tha, ek sarkari bank mein manager. Shareef, zimmedaar, aur thoda sa boring. Raat ko das baje so jaata tha aur mahine mein ek-do baar, light band karke, paanch minute mein kaam khatam.
$name1 ki zindagi mein sab kuch tha. Gaadi, gehne, ek bada ghar. Bas woh aag nahi thi jo kabhi hua karti thi.
Woh aag thi Siddharth.
Post-graduation ke dinon mein, jab dono 22-23 saal ke the, Siddharth uska boyfriend tha. Teen saal tak dono ek doosre ke deewane rahe. Usi ne $name1 ko pehli baar choomna sikhaaya, pehli baar chhua, aur ek baarish wali raat uske hostel ke kamre mein pehli baar use aurat banaaya. Phir Siddharth ko Canada mein naukri mil gayi, aur $name1 ke ghar waalon ne Ashish ke saath rishta pakka kar diya. Bina zyada lade dono alag ho gaye.
Chhe saal baad, ek mangalwaar ki dopahar, Hazratganj ke ek cafe mein kisi ne peeche se uska naam liya.
“$name1?”
Woh mudi aur uske haath se coffee ka cup chhootte-chhootte bacha.
Siddharth ab 32 saal ka tha. Pehle se zyada chauda, chehre par kasi hui daadhi, aankhon ke paas halki si jhurriyan jab woh muskurata tha. Wohi muskaan.
“Sid…” uske munh se bas itna nikla.
Pata chala woh Canada se laut aaya tha. Abhi akela tha, Lucknow mein apna startup shuru kar raha tha, aur purane ghar ke paas ek flat le rakha tha.
Dono ek ghante tak baithe rahe. Baatein, hansi, purane kisse. $name1 ko yaad bhi nahi tha ki woh aakhri baar itna kab hansi thi. Jab woh uth rahe the, Siddharth ne uska haath pakda. Sirf ek pal ke liye. Par uski ungliyon ka sparsh $name1 ke poore badan mein bijli ki tarah daud gaya.
“Phir milogi?” usne poocha.
$name1 ne apni ungli mein angoothi dekhi. Phir uski aankhon mein. “Haan,” usne kaha.
Agle do hafte mein woh teen baar mile. Har baar cafe mein, har baar sirf baatein. Par phone par messages raat bhar chalte the. Ashish bagal mein kharraate leta aur $name1 andhere mein screen ki roshni mein muskurati rehti.
Teesri mulaqaat par Siddharth ne apne phone mein ek purani photo dikhayi. Dono Marine Drive par, bheege hue, ek doosre se lipte hue. $name1 ne photo ko der tak dekha.
“Tumne yeh abhi tak rakhi hai?”
“Sab kuch rakha hai,” usne kaha. “Tumhara woh neela dupatta bhi, jo tum mere kamre mein bhool gayi thi.”
$name1 ne table ke neeche apne haath bheench liye. Ghar par Ashish ne kabhi uski koi cheez sambhaal kar nahi rakhi thi. Shaadi ki anniversary bhi do baar bhool chuka tha.
“Sid,” usne dheere se kaha, “yeh theek nahi hai. Main shaadishuda hoon.”
“Jaanta hoon,” Siddharth ne kaha. “Main kuch nahi maangunga. Jo tum chaahogi, wohi hoga.”
Aur shayad isi baat ne $name1 ka faisla pakka kar diya.
Ek raat Siddharth ne likha: “Tumhe yaad hai hostel wali raat? Tum mere upar thi aur baarish ho rahi thi.”
$name1 ki saans ruk gayi. Usne likha: “Har raat yaad aati hai.”
“Mujhe bhi. Tumhari chut ka swaad aaj bhi meri zubaan par hai.”
$name1 ne phone seene se laga liya. Uski nighty ke neeche uski chut dhadak rahi thi. Ashish ki taraf ek nazar daali, woh gehri neend mein tha. Usne chupke se ungliyan panty mein daali aur Siddharth ke messages padhte hue apne aap ko sehlaati rahi, jab tak daant bheench kar jhad nahi gayi.
Agle din usne likha: “Kal dopahar. Tumhara flat. Ashish Kanpur ja raha hai audit ke liye.”
Woh dopahar $name1 ne apni sabse sundar laal chiffon saree pehni. Neeche kaala lace ka bra aur matching panty, jo usne kabhi Ashish ke liye nahi pehni thi. Maang mein sindoor, gale mein mangalsutra. Aaine mein khud ko dekh kar ek pal ke liye ruki. Phir chal padi.
Siddharth ka flat teesri manzil par tha. Usne darwaza khola aur kuch nahi bola. Bas use dekhta raha.
“Andar aane nahi doge?” $name1 ne poocha.
Usne uska haath pakad kar andar kheencha, darwaza band kiya, aur use darwaze se laga kar choom liya.
Chhe saal. Chhe saal ki pyaas us ek chumban mein thi. $name1 ne uske gale mein baahein daal di aur poori bhookh se use choomne lagi. Uski zubaan uske munh mein, uske haath uske baalon mein.
Siddharth ke haath uski kamar par aaye, phir saree ke andar uske nange pet par. “Tum aaj bhi waise hi kaanpti ho,” usne uske kaan mein kaha.
“Sirf tumhare liye,” $name1 ne siskaari li.
Usne uska pallu girne diya. Kaale lace mein qaid uske bhare mamme dekh kar Siddharth ki aankhein chamak uthi. “Yeh pehle se bade ho gaye hain.”
“Aur tum pehle se zyada besharam,” $name1 hans di.
Siddharth ne blouse ke hook khole, bra ka strap kandhe se neeche kiya, aur uska ek mamma munh mein bhar liya. Mangalsutra ke sone ke daane uske gaal se takra rahe the. Usne nipple daanton mein dabaya aur kheencha.
“Aah… Sid… bedroom…”
Bedroom tak pahunchte-pahunchte saree aadhi khul chuki thi. Siddharth ne baaki ki chunnat kheench di aur peticoat ka naada khol diya. $name1 ab sirf kaali panty aur mangalsutra mein uske saamne khadi thi.
Siddharth ek pal ruka. “Tum jaanti ho tum kitni sexy lag rahi ho? Kisi aur ki biwi… mere bistar par…”
Yeh sunkar $name1 ki chut se ras tapakne laga. Usne Siddharth ki shirt ke button khole, uski jeans kholi, aur neeche khiska di. Uska lund uchhal kar bahar aaya. Wohi lund jisne use pehli baar choda tha. Mota, saanwla, topa gehra laal.
“Isse bahut yaad kiya,” $name1 ne kaha aur ghutno par baith gayi.
Usne lund ko jad se pakda aur poore pyaar se choosne lagi. Jaise koi purani pasandida mithai. Topa chaata, neeche ki nas par zubaan phiraayi, tatte munh mein liye. Siddharth ne uske baal pakad liye.
“Uff… $name1… Ashish ka bhi aise choosti ho?”
“Kabhi nahi,” usne lund munh se nikaal kar kaha. “Woh light band karke chodta hai. Paanch minute mein so jaata hai.”
“To aaj dekh, asli chudai kya hoti hai.”
Usne use bistar par dhakel diya, uski panty utaari aur uski taangein chaudi kar di. $name1 ki chikni chut ras se chamak rahi thi. Siddharth ne uspar munh laga diya aur jaise bhookha sher maans par tootta hai, waise chaatne laga.
“Aaaah… Sid… haan… wahin… chaato…”
Uski zubaan andar tak ja rahi thi, phir daane par, phir andar. Do ungliyan uski chut mein, ek uski gaand ke chhed ko halke se sehlaati hui. $name1 bedsheet bheench rahi thi, uski kamar baar-baar upar uth rahi thi.
“Main jhad rahi hoon… Sid… aah…”
Woh uske munh par jhad gayi, uski jaanghein Siddharth ke sir ko bheenchti hui.
Siddharth upar aaya aur bina ruke apna lund uski geeli chut mein ek jhatke mein utaar diya.
“Aaaah…” $name1 ne uski peeth mein naakhoon gaada diye. “Maar daala…”
“Chhe saal se yeh chut mera intezaar kar rahi thi na?”
“Haan… haan… teri hai yeh chut… sirf teri…”
Siddharth ne zor-zor se dhakke maarne shuru kiye. Palang deewar se takra raha tha. $name1 ka mangalsutra har dhakke ke saath uske mammon par uchhal raha tha. Woh use dekh kar aur jangli ho gaya.
“Pati ka mangalsutra pehen kar mujhse chudwa rahi hai… randi…”
“Haan… teri randi hoon… aur zor se chod…” $name1 ne kabhi aisi baatein nahi boli thi. Par aaj uske munh se sab nikal raha tha.
Siddharth ne use ghodi banaya. Peeche se uski laal sindoor waali maang dikh rahi thi, aur neeche uski gol gaand. Usne kulhon par do-teen thappad maare, laal nishaan pad gaye. Phir lund andar daal kar uski kamar pakad li aur pelne laga.
Thap-thap-thap. Kamre mein sirf chudai ki awaaz, $name1 ki cheekhein aur Siddharth ki garaj.
“Sid… phir se… main phir se jhad rahi hoon…”
Uski chut lund par kas gayi aur woh takiye mein munh daba kar chillaayi. Uska poora badan kaanp raha tha.
Siddharth ne use seedha kiya aur uske upar aakar uski aankhon mein dekhte hue phir andar ghusa. Is baar dheere. Gehra. Jaise hostel ki us raat.
“Tumhe kabhi bhool nahi paaya, $name1,” usne fusfusaya.
$name1 ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Main bhi nahi.”
Kuch aur dhakkon ke baad Siddharth ka badan akad gaya. “Kahan…”
“Andar. Mujhe tumhara maal apne andar chahiye.”
Woh garajte hue uske andar jhad gaya. $name1 ne mehsoos kiya kaise garam maal uski chut ko bhar raha hai, aur usne Siddharth ko kas ke pakad liya.
Dono bahut der tak waise hi pade rahe. Khidki se dopahar ki dhoop andar aa rahi thi.
Shaam paanch baje $name1 ne phir se saree pehni. Sindoor theek kiya. Mangalsutra seedha kiya. Aaine mein woh wohi sanskaari bahu lag rahi thi. Bas aankhon mein ek chamak thi jo subah nahi thi.
Darwaze par Siddharth ne use ek aakhri baar choomaa. “Ashish ka agla audit kab hai?”
$name1 muskurayi. “Har mahine. Bank waale bahut audit karte hain.”
Raat ko Ashish laut aaya. Thaka hua, usne khana khaaya aur das baje so gaya. $name1 bagal mein leti rahi, uski jaanghon ke beech ab bhi Siddharth ka maal geela tha, aur phone par ek naya message chamak raha tha.
“Agle mahine. Wohi dopahar.”