Adultery Behan ka khula Jivan

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To be continued
PRAVIN :: ap nhi bataoge to mai bhi nhi bataunga pahle ap batao tabhi aage bataunga
Harsha: (thoda soft voice mein)Achha lagta hai…
Uske baal thode se curly hain, aankhein sharp, jawline tight. Aur height bhi perfect hai.

Pravin: ha ha bada observation apka Haan, bodybuilder type hai na. Gym mein roz dekhta hoon usko. Deadlift, bench press, pull-ups… sab solid maarta hai. Arms pe veins nikal aate hain jab heavy lift karta hai. Six pack clear hai, waist slim, shoulders broad. Pure athlete body.

Apne ghar se kuch duri par gym hai waha jata hai o gym uske mama ka hai bahut paise wale hai uske mama

Waise uska nam pata hai apko kya hai to



HARSHA :: nhi mujhe kaise pata hoga mai to ajhi dekh rhi hu usko tum batao kya hai uska nam

PRAVIN : didi uska nam SAJID hai bahut achha hai o bhaiyaa mujhse bahut pyar se baat krte hai meri hamesha madat krte hai
Lekin didi usme ek baat hai o ladkiyo se thik baat nhi krta battmizi se bolta hai pta nhi kyo to

HARSHA : kya par aisa kyo

PRAVIN : mujhe nhi pata didi o usi ko malum par dil ka bahut achha hai kafi logo ki madat krta hai aur ek baat hai didi jane do didi mai nhi bata sakta iske aage


HARSHA :: kyo nhi bata sakte tum kya bat hai jo chhupa rahe ho kya tumko didi ki bat par bharosa nhi hai kya kal tumhe mai jarur SHOURMA khilaungi promise dear tum dost ho na mere fir

PRAVIN ::: didi bata deta lekin o thodi gandi baat hai ISLIYE nhi bata sakta mujhe sharm ati hai didi

Fir bhi aap chahati ho to bata deta hu par ap maaregi nhi na

HARSHA :: nhi marugi dosto me aisa thodi hota hai bta fir kya bat hai

PRAVIN :: didi o hai na o itna sab rahne ke bad bhi ladkiya usse bat karti hai yaha tak ki uske hotalo me jati hai

HARSHA :: kya matlb ladkiya uske sath hotalo me jati hai mai kuch samzi nhi

PRAVIN :: darsal didi o ladkiyo ko pyar ke jaal me fasa kr ladkiyo ko hotel me le jata hai waha unke sath rat bitata hai

HARSHA : matlab


PRAVIN :: o ladkiyo ko pyar ke jaal me fasa kr unko chodata hai
HARSHA :: ye kya itna gandi bate bol raha apni behan se aise koi bat karta hai kya apni behan se gande kahike bevkuf etc. Bolne lagi


PRAVIN ::: ISLIYE mai mana kr raha tha apne Zid kiya to bata diya i am sorry didi

Harsha ko bhi ye bat buri lagi usne us chhote se bachhe ko dat diya to

Fir kuch der bad HARSHA chup rahkar bolne lagi

HARSHA : sorry PRAVIN maine tujhe data but tu itni gandi bate bol raha tha ISLIYE data
Harsha ne pravin ko apne sine se lagaya tab PRAVIN ka sir uski mulaym chhati me dab gaya
Pravin ko bhi us ka ahsaas huwa to use bhi maja ane laga kyo ki pravin bhi HARSHA KE boobs se attraction me tha fir kuch der baad HARSHA usse fir se puchhne lagi
HARSHA :: pravin mujhe ye samz nhi ata ki o ladkiyo se bat dhang se nhi karta tha fir bhi ladkiya uske baato me aa jati


Tab PRAVIN usko batata hai
PRAVIN : didi o bat kaise kahu didi ap fir se gussa karegi ISLIYE mai nhi bataunga ap naraj ho gai to

HARSHA :: nhi ab bilkul bhi gussa nhi karungi


PRAVIN :: sach me didi ap gussa nhi karengi

HARSHA :: nhi bilkul bhi nhi promise lekin tum mujhe sab sach sach bataoge ok k

PRAVIN :: didi to fir mai apko bataunga matlab kuch dikhaunga jise dekh kr apka MAIND kaam nhi karega PRAVIN dhirese muskurane ne laga

HARSHA ye bat sunkar thodi chakra gai aisa kya hai jo ye dikhaynga

HARSHA : Thik hai par kya dikhane wale ho ye to bta


PRAVIN : apko mere pe trust hai na to mai jaisa kehata hu use follow karo

HARSHA sochti hai thik hai dekhate hai ye jo bol raha o kya hai to

PRAVIN HARSHA ko apne sath chalne ko bolta hai pichhe pichhe HARSHA bhi achhe se usko follow krti hai aur chal deti hai FIR PRAVIN usko usi building me usi 3rd manjil par leke jata hai SAJID ke room ke khidki ke pass tab wha o dekhati hai jo uske HOSH UDA DETA HAI FIL-HAL......

 

[tangocharly]

To be continued
Abtak apne padha kaise HARSHA SAJID KE room tak pohachi
Jab o uske room ke khidki ke jariye zaakti to use waha ek aisa drushy dekhati hai jisase uska dil ghabra jata hai HARSHA ko pasina chhutata hai o aisa manjar tha jaha koi bhi jawan ladki ho o us drushy dekh kar o ye sochane par majbur ho jaye ki ye kaise ho sakta hai


HARSHA ki to bolti band ho gayi thi jab usne o dekha tab PRAVIN uski tarf dekh raha tha tab PRAVIN bola didi didi kya huwa tab HARSHA thoda ajib trh se PRAVIN ko dekhti hai aur kehati ki ye kya hai tum jaante ho ye kya hai tumhe jara bhi andaja hai tum mujhe kya dikha rahe Ho
tab PRAVIN === ha didi mujhe pata hai mai kya dekh raha hu aur aap bhi dekh lo achhese phir na kehna ki bataya nhi

HARSHA == tum kya bol rhe ho

PRAVIN == ha didi mujhe pata hai mai kya bol raha to jab aap ye dekhna chahati thi na o-he to dikhane laya hu
YE HAI SAJID KA LUND ISLIYE ladkiya SAJID ke pass ati hai pura dus 10 inch ka hai aur mota bhi lagbhag 3.5 inch ka itna na maine bhi kisika nhi dekha jitna SAJID ka hai

room me SAJID sofe par baitha huwa apna LUND hila raha tha sath me TV par blue film chal rhi thi jisme 3 tin kaale admi apne kaale aur bade lund se ek ladki ko chod rahe the SAJID ko ye dono log dikh nhi sakte the uske room pichhe wale khidki se ye sab dekh rhe thi SAJID ko is baat ki koi bhi bhank nhi thi


Udhar PRAVIN aur HARSHA USKE SIRF BADE LUND ko dekh rahe the kyo ki unki najar TV par gai nhi kyo ki TV thoda aage tha

Edhar PRAVIN us lund ko dikha ke HARSHA se puchhne laga kyo didi kaisa laga SAJID ka LUND dekhkar

HARSHA == hairani se SAJID ke lund ki tarf dekh kar kya sach me itna bada lund hota hai kya

PRAVIN == ha didi mujhe bhi nhi pata tha pehale lekin ek din bhaiyaa ke sath ham gav ke Nadi par nahane gye tab dikha tha tab bhaiyaa ko puchha bhi tha maine itna ki bhaiyaa apki nunoo itne badi kaise tab bhaiyaa bole jab mai bada ho jaunga tab mera bhi aisahi bada hoga

Edhar HARSHA ke dimag me alghi Vichar aane lage kya aisa ho sakta hai

Oh my god... yeh sach me real hai kya main koi sapna to nhi dekh rahi hoon? Itna bada size maine apni poori life me kabhi nahi dekha.
Yeh toh lagbhag 10 inch lamba hoga... aur motai toh dekho, kam se kam 3 inch! Aur itna zyada dark aur kaala ? Main toh dekh kar hi poori tarah freeze ho gayi hoon.

Mera dil itni tezi se dhadak raha hai ki kya batau ? Dimag to ekdam sunn pad gaya mera aur darr bhi lag raha hai kya sach me itna bada hota hai ohh god kya hai,, kon hogi o ladki jo itna bada lund apne andar leti hongi
agar yeh mere andar gaya, toh mera kya hoga? Soch kar hi darr lag raha hai ki itne bade size se toh bohot zyada dard ho sakta hai. Kya meri body isko jhel payegi?

Itana dekh kr HARSHA ke badan me sex aag bhadkne ne lagi

Lekin... sach bataun toh ek ajeeb si curiosity bhi ho rahi hai. Log aisi cheezon ke baare me baatein karte hain, par saamne dekhna ekdum alag baat hai.

Kya koi ladki sach me is size ke saath comfortable ho sakti hai? Ya phir yeh sirf dekhne me hi itna bhaynakar lagta hai
maine pehle jo bhi dekha ya suna hai, yeh un sabse bilkul alag hai. Ekdum unexpected! Hai Mera dimag kaam karna band kar chuka hai.

Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha ki main yahan se bhaag jaoon, ya bas yahin khade reh kar isko dekhti rahoon. Yeh darr aur utsukta ka mixture mujhe crazy bana raha hai.
Jo bhi ho, isko dekhne ke baad ab main is image ko apne dimag se kabhi nahi nikal paungi.

Mujhe kya aisa lund milega kya

SAJID jaisa ladka kya mujhe chodenga kya

Wo college me tab uski kuch aise dost thi jo apne bf ke sath huwi chudaiyo ki kahaniya uske sath share krti thi us wajh se usko bhi BF banane ka ka man hota tha

Par uski Maa PRATIBHA uski har baat pe apna control rakhati thi usko aisi bato se dur rahne ki strictly warning thi ISLIYE ab tak o kabhi BF nhi bana paai thi

Present me waps ate

HARSHA ko Pravin thoda dhakka de kar puchhta hai didi kya soch rahi ho chalo yaha se kahi SAJID bhaiyaa ne hme dekh liya to kya karenge ya kehnge pata nhi tabhi HARSHA ko kya huwa pata nhi usne apna mobile nikal kar chupke se Photo khich liya SAJID KE lund ka jaisehi photo khicha flash chmaka flash light ki wajh se SAJID thoda dar gya o zatse khada ho gya apna Night pant pehane ne laga

Idhar HARSHA aur Pravin dono bhag gaye apne room me

 

[tangocharly]

Edhar PRATIBHA apne kuch sahliyo ke sath kaam kr rahi thi o ghar ki aai huwi baki mehmaan mahilao ke sath masala bana rahi thi jo shadi ke din khana bante samay dala jata hai aur kuch dusari chijo me bhi dhyan deti hai jo shadi ke din kaam ki hoti hai ab kaam to hohi rahe the lekin jaha mahilaye ho to unme baatchit nahi huwi gossip nhi huwi o mahilaye kaha ki

Fir baato ka silsila shuru huwa kuch nai kuch purani baate kyo ki PRATIBHA ka maika tha to bahotsi sahliya thi uski fir kya kehna baate kuch secret bhi thi kuch open wali bate bhi chal rahi thi aur kaam bhi,,

Bato bato baat aai shadishuda mahilao ke affair ki jo apna pati hone ke bawajud dusari Jagaha apna muh kaala karti rahti hai

Aisehi usko ek saheli baat karte karte ek ghar ke pichhe kuch kaam hota to waha le jati hai kaam krte krte bate karne lag jati hai topic wohi rahta biwiyo ke affairs ka to saheli o bhi amir ghar ki thi canda jaise desh me uske pati ke rah chuki thi lekin india me wapas aa gayi apne pati ke sath kyo ki uske Saas sasur ki Ek accident me death ho gai thi to uske sasur ka bhi business tha O sabhalne ke liye uske pariwar me koi nhi tha ISLIYE O apne Pati ke sath wapas aa gayi thi uska Nam SHILPA tha O bhi shadi se pahle AZAAD jindgi Ji chuki thi kyo ki SHILPA ke mata pita bhi Amir the Karodo rupye ke Malik the is wajh se usko kabhi paiso ki kami nhi huwi matlab aaj ki Feminizam ki jindgi jine wali ladki thi but kuch salo bad uski shadi ho gai tab uski AZAAD jindgi par bahotsi pabandiya restrictions lag gai thi

Par shadi ke ek saal bad uski jindgi mayusi se bhar gai thi kyo ki Uske pati me bahotsi khamiya thi jaise sex karne khami uska pati sex karta usko satisfy karta bhi tha itna stamina bhi tha uska lekin




Uska pati sex me romantic nhi tha bas ayaa lund ghusaya dhakke maare ki ho gya ek machine ki tarh krta tha aise me o CANADA me Thi to uski waha bhi ladkiya dost bani


Aur SHILPA ki dost ne usko o duniya dikhai ki SHILPA ko asli jindgi jine ka maja aa gya tha jo kabhi o jindgi ji nhi paayi matlab uski SHILPA ki dost ne usko BBC se chudwa diya jo usko sex ka asli sukh diya jo uske pati se bhi nhi mila tha aise kai BBC se chudwaya tha jaise koi mehangi Randi chudwati hai matlab o randi ban gayi thi waha jakar usko apne usi dauran apne pati se bhi ek bachha paida huwa aur Ek African Saand ka bhi bachha paida kar liya tha uske shadi aj lagbhag 21 saal ho gaye the ab o uske pati ke sath india me rah rahi thi


Present


Shilpa aur Pratibha dono gehri saheliyan hain. Dono chai peete hue purani yaadon aur aaj kal ki zindagi ke baare mein baat kar rahi hain. Pratibha apni beti ki badalti umar aur uski naye zamane ki soch ko lekar thodi chintit dikh rahi hai.)
Pratibha (Aah bharte hue): Yaar Shilpa, aaj kal ki generation ko samajhna bada mushkil hai. Meri beti ab badi ho rahi hai, uski baatein, uski dosti... mujhe kabhi-kabhi darr lagta hai ki kahin woh koi aisi galti na kar baithe jisse uski zindagi kharab ho jaye. Samaj ke niyam toh tum jaanti hi ho.
Shilpa (Chai ka cup rakhte hue, halki muskaan ke saath): Pratibha, tu hamesha isi darr mein jeeti rahegi kya? Ek baat bata, humne aur tumne apni jawani mein kya kiya? Sirf samaj ke darr se apni saari ichhaon ko daba kar rakha kya nhi na to fir soch Ek achhi sex life ke bina zindagi adhoori hoti hai, yaar. Yeh koi aisi cheez nahi hai jisse chhupaya ya draya jaye, balki yeh toh jeevan ka ek khoobsurat hissa hai.
Pratibha (Thoda chaunk kar): Shilpa! Tu yeh kya keh rahi hai? Ek maa hokar main apni beti ko in sab cheezon ki azaadi kaise de doon?
Shilpa (Pratibha ka haath pakadte hue): Main bilkul sahi keh rahi hoon. Tujhe pata hai, maine apni zindagi mein is darr ko kabhi apne upar haavi nahi hone diya. Maine apni sex life ko poori tarah jiya hai, uska bharpoor upbhog (enjoyment) kiya hai bina kisi guilt ke. Aur sach kahoon toh, usi wajah se main aaj itni confident aur andar se khush hoon. Apni sharirik ichhaon ko poora karna koi paap nahi hai.
Pratibha (Giri hui aawaz mein): Par woh abhi bachhi hai, log kya kahenge... uski safety ka kya
Shilpa (Samjhate hue): Woh bachhi nahi, ek samajhdar ladki ban rahi hai jise naye anubhav chahiye. Agar tu ek maa hokar use drayegi, toh woh tujhse baatein chhupane lagegi. Iske bajaye, tu use khuli chhoot de. Use apni yauvan (youthful) ichhaon ko poora karne ki azaadi de, taaki woh bina kisi darr ke apni life ko explore kar sake. Bas ek dost ki tarah use safety aur protection ke baare mein samjha de. Us par bandishein mat laga, use khule aasmaan mein jeene de.
Pratibha (Kuch der shaant rehti hai, uske chehre par gehri soch ke bhaav hain): Kya sach mein azaadi dena hi sahi rasta hai? Maine toh hamesha yahi socha tha ki use in sab cheezon se door rakhna meri zimmedari hai.
Shilpa (Pyaar se muskura kar): Teri zimmedari use darna sikhana nahi, balki use azaad aur surakshit jeena sikhana hai. Soch, jab woh bina kisi darr ke apni zindagi ka har pal enjoy karegi, toh woh kitni khush rahegi. Uska pachtawa lekar jeene se achha hai ki woh apni jawani ko poori tarah jiye

( Shilpa ki baatein sunkar Pratibha gehri soch mein doob jaati hai. Uske mann mein chal raha darr ab dhire-dhire kam hone lagta hai. Woh apne mann mein sochne lagti hai ki shayad Shilpa sahi keh rahi hai, aur apni beti ki khushi ke liye use yeh khuli chhoot deni hi chahiye.)

 

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(Shilpa ki baatein sunkar Pratibha bilkul khamosh ho jaati hai. Woh kamre ki khidki ke baahar dekhne lagti hai, jahan raat ka andhera gehra ho raha tha. Uske dimaag mein ek taraf samaj ka darr, sanskar, aur "log kya kahenge" wali purani soch chal rahi thi... toh doosri taraf apni beti ka hasta hua chehra aur uski aane wali zindagi thi. Woh kuch minute tak isi kashmakash mein doobi rehti hai.)
Pratibha (Apne aap se dheeme se badbadate hue): Kya sach mein main apni beti ko yeh sab karne ki chhoot de doon? Agar kal ko kuch galat ho gaya toh? Lekin agar maine use bandishon mein rakha, toh kya woh sach mein khush reh payegi? Kahin meri wajah se uski jawani bhi ek bojh na ban jaye...
(Pratibha palat kar Shilpa ki taraf dekhti hai, uski aankhon mein ab bhi ek aakhri sawaal aur thoda darr saaf dikh raha hai.)


Pratibha (Ghabrai hui aawaz mein): Shilpa... ek baat sach-sach bata, kya yeh sach mein sahi rahega? Main ek maa hoon yaar, mera dil bas is baat se darta hai ki kahin meri yeh khuli chhoot meri beti ki zindagi ko kisi galat raaste par na le jaye. Kya ek ladki ko uski yauvan ichhaon (youthful desires) ke liye is tarah ki azaadi dena sahi faisla hai?


Shilpa (Pratibha ke dono haath apne haathon mein leti hai, poore bharose ke saath): Pratibha, tera darr ek maa ka darr hai, aur woh galat nahi hai. Lekin galat raasta tab chuna jaata hai jab bacha ghar se chhupkar kuch karta hai. Jab tu use khud ek dost ki tarah samjhayegi, use azaadi degi, toh woh kabhi galat raaste par nahi jayegi. Apni body ko samajhna, sex life ke maje lena aur apni marzi se jeena koi gunah nahi hai. Maine jiya hai na? Tu mujhe dekh, kya main bhatak gayi? Nahi na! Main chahti hoon teri beti bhi bina kisi darr ke is umar ka har ek pal enjoy kare.


(Shilpa ki yeh baatein seedhe Pratibha ke dil par lagti hain. Pratibha ko yaad aata hai ki kaise usne khud apni jawani sirf darr mein kaat di thi, aur woh nahi chahti ki uski beti ke saath bhi wahi ho. Uske chehre par chal rahi uljhan ab dheere-dheere door hone lagti hai. Woh ek lambi saans leti hai, jaise usne apne mann ka ek bohot bada bojh utaar diya ho.)


Pratibha (Apna sir hilate hue, thodi rahat bhari muskaan ke saath): Tu sahi keh rahi hai, Shilpa. Main ab samaj ke un purane niyam-kaaydo ke chakkar mein apni beti ki khushiyan nahi chheenungi. Main tayyar hoon. Main use woh khuli chhoot doongi jo mujhe kabhi nahi mili. Main chahti hoon ki woh apni zindagi, apni yauvan ichhaon ko poori tarah jiye aur uske maza le. Main khud usse baat karungi aur use bataungi ki uski maa uske har faisle mein uske saath hai.


Shilpa (Khush hokar Pratibha ko gale laga leti hai): Mujhe pata tha tu ek samajhdar maa banegi. Dekhna, teri beti tujh par aur bhi zyada bharosa karne lagegi!


Ab agge


Subah ka waqt hai. Harsha nahane ke liye bathroom mein gayi hui hai aur shower chalne ki aawaz aa rahi hai. Pratibha uske kamre mein aati hai. Tabhi use Harsha ke bed par rakha phone baje (glow kare) dikhta hai. Phone ki screen on hai aur us par Sajid ke private part (lund) ki photo khuli hui hai. Pratibha ko nahi pata ki yeh kiska hai, par woh samajh jaati hai ki yeh uski beti ki yauvan ichhaon aur badalti life ka hissa hai. Pratibha ghabraane ke bajaye shant rehti hai. Tabhi Harsha bathroom se baahar aati hai.)Harsha (Baal सुखाते hue baahar aati hai aur Maa ke haath mein apna phone dekhkar darr jaati hai): Maa! Aap... aap mere kamre mein? Aur mera phone...(Harsha ka chehra darr se peela pad jaata hai. Use lagta hai ki Maa ab bohot gussa karegi aur use daantegi.)Pratibha (Shant aawaz mein, phone ko bed par rakhte hue): Harsha, darr mat. Main yahan tujhe daantne nahi aayi hoon. Maine abhi tere phone mein yeh photo dekhi.Harsha (Aankhon mein aansu lekar, kaanpte hue): Maa, I am sorry... please mujhe galat mat samjho. Woh bas... main abhi delete kar deti hoon. Mujhe maaf kar do, mujhse galti ho gayi.Pratibha (Harsha ke paas aakar uske dono kandhe pakadti hai aur pyaar se muskurati hai): Shh... chup ho ja. Ro mat. Maine kaha na, main gussa nahi hoon. Harsha, tu ab badi ho gayi hai. Is umar mein sharirik ichhaen hona, kisi ke kareeb aana ya yeh sab dekhna koi gunah ya galti nahi hai. Yeh life ka ek normal aur khoobsurat hissa hai.Harsha (Chaunk kar, aansu poochte hue): Maa? Aap mujhe daant nahi rahi hain? Log toh kehte hain ki ladkiyon ko in sab cheezon se door rehna chahiye...Pratibha (Harsha ka haath thaamte hue): Log kya kehte hain, usse mujhe farq nahi padta. Main nahi chahti ki tu apni zindagi un purane aur darr bhare kaaydo mein guzaare. Mujhe nahi pata ki yeh photo kiski hai, aur main tujhse poochngi bhi nahi. Kyunki yeh teri personal life hai. Main bas itna chahti hoon ki tu apni yauvan zindagi (youthful life) ke maze le, apni marzi se khulkar jiye, bina kisi guilt ya darr ke.Harsha (Aankhon mein hairani aur dher saari rahat ke saath): Maa, aap sach keh rahi hain? Mujhe laga aap mujhse rishta tod dengi.Pratibha (Pyaar se uske sir par haath pherdte hue): Bilkul nahi, beta. Main teri maa hoon aur teri sabse achhi dost bhi. Tujhe poori chhoot hai apni life ko enjoy karne ki. Bas meri ek baat hamesha yaad rakhna—jo bhi faisla lena, poore hosh-o-hawaas mein lena, aur apni safety aur protection ka hamesha dhyan rakhna. Kisi ke dabav mein mat aana.Harsha (Khush hokar Maa ko zor se gale laga leti hai): Thank you so much, Maa! Aap duniya ki sabse achhi Maa ho. Ab mujhe koi darr nahi hai. Fir HARSHA ki maa waha se chali jati hai


Pichli Raat, Harsha Ka Kamra
(Raat ka waqt hai. Harsha aur uska cousin bhai Pravin bohot dray aur ghabraye hue chupke se Harsha ke kamre mein aate hain aur darwaza andar se band kar lete hain. Dono ki saansein tez chal rahi hain, jaise woh abhi-abhi kisi badi mushkil se bach kar aaye hon. Pravin darr ke maare bed par baith jaata hai aur apna paseena poochta hai.)
Pravin (Ghabrahat mein, dhimi aawaz mein): Bhaai saab! Aaj toh hum dono pakade jaate-jaate bache hain. Mera dil abhi bhi itni tez dhadak raha hai ki lag raha hai baahar aa jayega. Agar Sajid bhaiya ko thoda sa bhi shaq ho jaata na, toh hamari khair nahi thi.
Harsha (Phone ko zor se pakadte hue, thodi kaanpti hui): Haan Pravin, baat toh tu sahi keh raha hai. Mera bhi darr ke maare bura haal tha jab main woh photo click kar rahi thi. Par shukr hai bhagwan ka, unhe pata nahi chala.
Pravin (Thoda sambhalti hui aawaz mein, Harsha ki taraf dekhte hue): Waise didi... sab chhodo, pehle yeh batao... kaisa laga Sajid bhaiya ka LUND dekh kar aapko??
Harsha (Pravin ki baat sunkar thoda sharmati hai aur uska chehra laal ho jaata hai): Pravin! Tu bhi na... is waqt tujhe ye sab mazaak soojh raha hai?
Pravin (Serious hote hue): Mazaak nahi kar raha hoon didi, sach pooch raha hoon. Itna bada risk liya humne! Par mujhe ek baat samajh nahi aayi... aapne unke lund ki photo kyon nikali? Iska kya jawab hai aapke paas? Agar hum pakade jaate toh socha hai kya hota?
Harsha (Gehri saans lete hue, phone ki screen ko dekhti hai): Pravin, tu nahi samjhega. Jab se maine Sajid ko dekha hai, main andar se unke liye ek ajeeb sa attraction feel karti hoon. Meri yauvan ichhaen unke kareeb jaane ke liye tadap rahi hain. Main dekhna chahti thi ki woh asliyat mein kaise dikhte hain. Yeh photo mere paas ek zariya hai unke khayaalon mein doobne ka, taaki main unke bare mein soch kar apni un feelings ka maza le sakoon jo main kisi se keh nahi sakti.
Pravin (Harsha ki baat sunkar thoda normal hota hai): Hmmm, aapki feelings toh main samajhta hoon didi. Par sach kahoon, main toh bohot darr gaya tha. Agli baar aisa koi khatarnak kaam mat karna, warna mere toh pran hi nikal jayenge!
Harsha (Pravin ke sir par pyaar se haath rakhte hue): Chalo, ab sab theek hai na? Tu tension mat le aur jaakar so ja. Kisi ko pata nahi chalega.

 

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Maa Ke Jaane Ke Baad, Harsha Apne Khayaalon Mein
(Pratibha pyaar se Harsha ka sir patherkar uske kamre se baahar nikal jaati hai. Darwaza band hote,,Harsha bed par dheere se baith jaati hai. Uska dil abhi bhi tezi se dhadak raha hai, par yeh darr ka nahi, balki ek anokhi khushi aur sukoon ka thaska hai. Woh phone uthati hai aur Sajid ke lund ki us photo ko dubara dekhti hai. Is baar uski aankhon mein koi guilt ya chori ka darr nahi hai.)Harsha (Apne aap se muskurate hue, gehri saans leti hai): "Maa ne mujhe chhoot de di... unhone mujhe samajh liya! Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha ki ab main aazaad hoon."(Harsha bed par let jaati hai aur phone ko apne seene se laga leti hai. Woh apni aankhein band karti hai aur dheere-dheere khayaalon ke ek haseen samundar mein doobne lagti hai.

Uske dimaag mein Sajid ka chehra aur unka woh roop ghoomne lagta hai.)Harsha Ke Khayaal (Sensory and Emotional Thoughts):"Sajid... jab se unhe dekha hai, meri body mein ek ajeeb si halchal hoti hai. Kal raat jab maine unka woh roop dekha, toh meri saansein ruk si gayi thi. Kitna mardana aur aakarshak (attractive) tha woh sab. Ab jab Maa ne mujhe apni tarike se jeene ki ijazat de di hai, toh main ab aur intezar nahi kar sakti

"Maa ne mujhe rokaa nahi... unhone mujhe samjha! Mujhe lagta tha ki agar unhe pata chala, toh shayad duniya khatam ho jayegi, par unhone toh mujhe gale se laga liya. Unhone kaha ki yeh meri life hai aur mujhe iske maze lene ka poora haq hai. Ab jab unka ashirwad mere saath hai, toh mujhe is duniya mein kisi aur ki fikr kyun karni

. Maine pehle kabhi kisi mard ko itne kareeb se ya is tarah nahi dekha tha. Woh kitna thos, kitna mardana aur aakarshak tha. Use dekh kar hi mere andar ek ajeeb si aag lag gayi thi, jise main itne samay se daba kar baithi thi.Main sochti hoon, jab yeh khayaal asliyat banega, toh kya hoga? Jab Sajid mere samne honge aur unka woh roop mere jism ke kareeb aayega... jab unka haath dheere se meri kamar par aakar rukega aur woh mujhe apni taraf khechenge.

Unki saansein jab meri gardan par mehsoos hongi, toh mera kya haal hoga? Main unke us jism ko chhuna chahti hoon, us garmi ko mehsoos karna chahti hoon jise soch-soch kar meri raatein guzar jaati hain."(Harsha bed par karwat leti hai aur takiye ko zor se apne seene se bheenj leti hai. Uska jism dheere-dheere garam hone lagta hai aur uske chehre par sharm aur uttejana ka laal rang chha jaati hai. Woh khud ko khayaalon mein hi Sajid ki baahon mein mehsoos karne lagti hai.)"Ab mujhe samaj ke un purane, bekaar ke niyam-kaaydo ke pinjra mein nahi rehna hai. Main un ladkiyon jaisi nahi banungi jo apni poori jawani sirf is darr mein nikaal deti hain ki 'log kya kahenge'. Maa sahi kehti hain, ek achhi sex life ke bina zindagi adhoori hai. Aur main apni zindagi ko adhoora nahi chhodungi. Main apni jawani ka, apni is sunder body ka, aur is yauvan ka bharpoor upbhog (enjoyment) karungi.

Sajid... ab main aur intezar nahi kar sakti. Mujhe tumhare paas aana hi hoga. Mujhe dekhna hai ki jab tum mujhe chhoge, toh yeh duniya kaisi lagti hai. Main bina kisi guilt, bina kisi pachtave ke, tumhare saath is safar ke maze lena chahti hoon. Yeh meri life hai, mera jism hai, aur is par ab sirf meri marzi chalegi!


Raat ka waqt hai. Sajid apne kamre mein akela hai aur poore ghar mein sannata hai. Usne apne room ki lights thodi dhimi kar rakhi hain aur TV par ek sexy blue film chal rahi hai. TV se aane wali aawazein aur scene uske jism mein uttejana badha rahe hain. Sajid ne apni pant neeche kar rakhi hai aur woh screen ko dekhte hue apna LUND hila raha hai. Lekin un scenes ko dekhte hue bhi uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi cheez chal rahi hai—Harsha ka chehra.)


Sajid (Gahre khayaalon mein doobkar, dhime se badbadate hue): "Uff Harsha... tere jaisi sunder ladki maine aaj tak nahi dekhi. Yeh blue film ki heroines bhi tere samne kuch nahi hain. Kya jism hai tera, kya nazaqat hai..."


(Sajid Harsha ko yaad karte hue aur bhi tezi se apna lund hilane lagta hai. Woh poori tarah us khayaal ke anand mein khoya hua tha, tabhi achanak darwaze ke paas se ek tez roshni chamakti hai—Harsha ne apne phone se photo click ki thi aur flash light on ho gayi thi.)
(Flash ki woh achanak chamak seedhe Sajid ki aankhon par padti hai. Woh darr ke maare ek dum se kaanp uthta hai aur jhatke se peeche hat-ta hai. Darr aur hadbadahat mein woh turant apni pant upar khinchta hai aur pehan leta hai. Woh jaldi-jaldi kamre ke charo taraf dekhne lagta hai.)


Sajid (Ghabrahat mein, saansein tez chalne lagti hain): "Kaun tha wahan? Agar kisi ne mujhe dekh liya... toh meri toh izzat mitti mein mil jayegi!"
(Kamre ke andar jab use koi dikhai nahi deta, toh woh dabe paon darwaje ki taraf badhta hai aur jhatse darwaja khol kar baahar corridor mein dekhne lagta hai. Baahar andhera tha, par thodi door par use HARSHA ke room ka light on dikhai deta hai. Aur thik usi waqt, darwaja band karne ki aawaz aati hai.)


Sajid (Pehle darr kar sochta hai): "Harsha ka room...? Kya woh Harsha thi? Agar usne meri photo li hai... toh kya woh sabko bata degi? Kya woh mujhse nafrat karne lagegi?"
(Sajid thodi der wahi khada rehta hai. Uska dil tezi se dhadak raha hota hai. Par jaise-jaise kuch minute guzarte hain, uske dimaag mein baatein saaf hone lagti hain. Woh wapas apne bed par aakar baithta hai aur gehri saans leta hai. Dhire-dhire uska darr ab kam hone lagta hai aur uske chehre par ek ajeeb si muskaan aa jaati hai.)


Sajid (Apne aap se, muskurate hue): "Ruk achanak... agar use mujhse nafrat hoti ya woh chillana chahti, toh woh sabko usi waqt jaga deti. Par woh toh chupke se meri photo lekar chali gayi. Iska matlab... iska matlab woh bhi mujhe pasand karti hai! Woh bhi mere is roop ko dekhna chahti thi. Agar uske paas ab meri photo hai, toh yeh darrne ki nahi, khush hone ki baat hai."


(Sajid ka darr ab poori tarah khatam ho jata hai. Woh TV band karta hai aur bed par let jata hai. Uski aankhon mein ab aage ki mulaqat ko lekar ek naya romanch aur uttejana dikh rahi thi.)

 

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Subah ka waqt hai. Ghar mein shaadi ka mahaul hai, isliye subah se hi mehmaano ka aana-jaana shuru ho gaya hai. Charo taraf dhol, sangeet, hasi-mazaak aur logon ki chahal-pahal hai. Koyi mithai ki thali lekar daud raha hai, toh koyi kapde set kar raha hai. Is sab bheed-bhad ke beech, Harsha aur Sajid dono ek hi chhat ke neeche hain, par dono ke dimaag mein pichli raat ki woh ghatna ghoom rahi hai.)(Harsha apni saheliyon aur rishtedaaron ke beech baithi hui hai, par uski nazaer baar-baar darwaze aur corridor ki taraf ja rahi hain. Tabhi Sajid wahan se guzarta hai. Usne shaadi ke hissab se ek badiya kurta pehna hua hai aur woh kaafi mardana aur handsome lag raha hai. Jaise hi Sajid ki nazar Harsha par padti hai, dono ki aamne-saamne mulaqat hoti hai.)(Bheed aur rishtedaaron ki wajah se dono ek-doosre ke paas aakar baat toh nahi kar sakte, par door se hi unki nazarein ek-doosre se mil jaati hain. Pehli baar nazarein milte hi Harsha ka chehra sharm se laal ho jaata hai aur woh jhat se apni nazarein neeche kar leti hai. Uska dil tezi se dhadakne lagta hai.)Sajid (Door se Harsha ko dekhte hue, mann hi mann): "Uff... aaj toh yeh aur bhi zyada sunder lag rahi hai. Kal raat isne chupke se meri photo li thi, aur aaj dekho kaise sharma rahi hai, jaise kuch hua hi nahi."(Sajid ke chehre par ek halki, shararat bhari muskaan aa jaati hai. Woh wahan se hat-ta nahi, balki khada hokar Harsha ko hi dekhta rehta hai. Harsha dheere se phir se apni aankhein uthati hai aur dekhti hai ki Sajid abhi bhi use hi nihar raha hai. Is baar woh nazarein churati nahi, balki dono ke beech aankhon-aankhon mein baatein shuru ho jaati hain.)Aankhon Hi Aankhon Mein Ishaare (Silent Communication):Sajid ki nazarein jaise pooch rahi hon: "Toh kal raat tum hi thi na mere kamre ke baahar? Meri photo kaisi aayi?"Harsha ke aankhon ka ishara jaise keh raha ho: "Haan, main hi thi... aur aapka woh roop dekh kar main darr nahi, balki aapki deewani ho gayi hoon."(Sajid dheere se apna phone nikalta hai aur use Harsha ko dikhata hai, jaise ishara kar raha ho ki 'kya tumne mujhe message kiya?'. Harsha yeh dekhkar halka sa muskurati hai aur apne baalon ko kaan ke peeche karti hai, jo is baat ka ishara tha ki woh ab bina kisi darr ke uske kareeb aane ke liye tayyar hai. Shaadi ke is shor-shabaabe mein bhi, un dono ke beech ek alag hi romanchak aur gupt (secret) rishta shuru ho chuka tha.)

 

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Ghar ke bache hue purane hisse mein ek kamra hai jahan mehmaano ka aana-jaana nahi hai. Charo taraf shadi ke dhol aur sangeet ki goonj halki sunai de rahi hai. Sajid ne Harsha ko ek ishara kiya tha, aur Harsha sabse aankh bacha kar us kamre ke andar aati hai. Darwaza andar se band hote hi kamre mein ek ajeeb sa romanch aur chuppi chha jaati hai.)Harsha (Sajid ko samne dekhkar, uski saansein tez hain aur dil dhadak raha hai): "Sajid... tumne mujhe yahan kyun bulaya? Agar kisi ne hum dono ko ek saath is kamre mein dekh liya, toh bohot bada hungama ho jayega."Sajid (Halki aur gahri aawaz mein, Harsha ke thoda aur kareeb aate hue): "Harsha, pehle shant ho jao. Kal raat jo tumne kiya, uske baad kya tumhe sach mein lagta hai ki mujhe kisi hungame ka darr hai? Tumne chupke se mere kamre ke baahar aakar meri photo li... kyun?"Harsha (Chehra sharm se laal ho jaata hai, woh nazarein churane lagti hai): "Mujhe... mujhse woh galti se ho gaya tha. Flash light on ho gayi, isliye main darr kar bhaag gayi thi."Sajid (Harsha ke thode aur kareeb aata hai, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue): "Woh galti nahi thi, Harsha. Woh tumhari andaruni ichha thi. Tum mujhe us roop mein dekhna chahti thi. Aur tumne jo dekha, kya woh tumhe pasand nahi aaya? Tumhara dil abhi bhi mere liye dhadak raha hai, main mehsoos kar sakta hoon.


SAJID HARSHA ko chup rahne ko daat deta hai jisse HARSHA chup ho jati hai

Sajid ne pehli baar Harsha ko itne kareeb se dekha. Uski nazar uske chehre se shuru hui… dheere-dheere uske gale, kandhon, aur phir uske seene ke soft uthanon par rukti hui si lag rahi thi.Usne awaaz ko bilkul gehari aur dheemi rakha:“Tumhara husn… aam nahi hai, Harsha.
Tumhare chehre ki narmi, yeh laal-laal hoth… aur yeh jo tumhari chhaati hai…”
Usne thoda sa ruk kar, jaise soch raha ho, phir bola,“Itni gool, itni narm, itni bhari hui… dekhte hi mann karta hai ki haath badhaakar unhe pehle aankhon se, phir soch se, aur phir haathon se mehsoos kiya jaaye.
Ek jawan ladki ki chhaati jab itni khoobsurat hoti hai… toh woh bas kapdon ke neeche nahi rehti. Woh mangi jaati hai… dabaayi jaati hai… choomi jaati hai.”Harsha ki saans tez hone lagi. Uske gaal laal padne lage.Sajid ne ek kadam aur kareeb aate hue, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha:“Tumhare yeh uthte hue hisse… kitne mulayam honge.
Kapda hataane ke baad unka rang kitna saaf aur garam hoga… unke upar haath ferne se woh kaise thoda sa kampte honge… aur jab unhe zor se pakda jaaye, toh tumhari saans kaise ruki-ruki si nikalegi.
Jawan badan ka yeh hissa… sirf dekhne ke liye nahi banta. Ise choona, nichodna, labon se geela karna… yeh sab iski asl zarooriyein hain.”Harsha ki aankhein dheemi padne lagi thin. Uske hoth halka sa khule the.Sajid ki awaaz ab aur bhi kaamuk ho gayi:“Jab koi ladka tumhare jaise husn wali ladki ko aise dekhta hai… toh uske mann mein sirf ek hi soch aati hai — in narm, bhari hui chhaatiyon ko apne haathon mein bhar lena… unhe upar-neeche karna… unke nipple ko ungliyon se chedna… aur dekhna ki tum kitni tezi se geeli aur bechain ho jaati ho.
Tumhara yeh badan… jaise khud maang raha ho ki use chhua jaaye, dabaaya jaaye, aur dheere-dheere nanga kiya jaaye.”Itni gehari aur gandi taarif sunte hi Harsha ka haath apne-aap uski chhaati par chala gaya.
Usne apne kapde ke upar se hi apni ek chhaati ko halka sa daba liya, jaise uske andar ki garmi ko rokne ki koshish kar rahi ho.
Uski saans ab saaf tor par bhaari thi, aur uski aankhon mein sharm ke saath-saath ek gehri uttejana saaf jhalak rahi thi.Sajid ne uske haath ko chhaati par dekhte hue dheere se muskura diya, lekin kuch nahi bola.
Usne bas itna kaha:“Dekho… tumhare haath khud bata rahe hain ki tumhara badan kya chahta hai.”

Sajid ne Harsha ke haath ko uski chhaati par dekha toh uski aankhon mein ek gehra, bhookha sa ishaara aa gaya. Usne awaaz ko aur bhi dheema aur gehra kar liya:“Tumhare yeh staan… itne bade, itne gool aur itne narm.
Kapde ke neeche se hi unka wazan mehsoos ho raha hai. Jab inhe nanga kiya jaayega toh yeh haathon mein bilkul bhar jaayenge… unke nipple kitne gulabi aur sakht honge, jab unhe labon se choosa jaayega toh tumhari kamar kaise hilne lagegi.
Yeh staan sirf dekhne ke liye nahi bane, Harsha… inhe nichodna, dabaana, unke beech apna chehra rakhna… yeh sab inka haq hai.”Harsha ki saans ab kaafi tez thi. Usne apni chhaati ko aur zor se daba liya, lekin uske haath wahan se hataane ka naam nahi le rahe the.Sajid ne ek kadam aur kareeb aate hue, uski nazar ko neeche ki taraf le jaate hue kaha:“Aur yeh tumhari gaand… itni badi, itni gol, itni tight.
Peeche se dekhne layak hai. Jab tum ghumti ho toh yeh do hisse aapas mein takraate hain… socho jab inhe haathon se pakad kar alag kiya jaayega, toh beech ka hissa kitna naram aur garam dikhega.
Ek jawan ladki ki itni badi gaand… usse thappad maarne ka, usse faadne ka, uske andar ungli ghusane ka alag hi maza hota hai.
Tumhari yeh gaand maang rahi hai ki use pakda jaaye, nichoda jaaye aur dheere-dheere khola jaaye.”Harsha ke gaal ab bilkul laal the. Uske hoth kaamp rahe the. Usne apna doosra haath bhi dheere se apni kamar ki taraf le jaana shuru kiya.Sajid ne ab uski aankhon mein ghoorte hue, bilkul seedhe lafz mein kaha:“Aur sabse neeche… tumhari yeh choot.
Gore badan ke beech mein chhupa hua woh narm, geela hissa.
Abhi toh kapde ke andar hai, lekin socho jab use khola jaayega… uske lab kitne gulabi aur sooje hue honge, uske andar kitni garmi aur geelahat hogi.
Ek ladka jab pehli baar tumhari choot ko choota hai toh woh sirf ungli nahi daalta… woh uske har hisse ko mehsoos karta hai, usse faadta hai, uske ras ko chaatta hai.
Tumhari yeh choot… itni tight aur itni pyasi hogi ki bas ek baar haath lagte hi tum kaampne lagogi.”Usne thoda sa ruk kar, uske pure badan ko upar se neeche tak dekhte hue aakhri baar kaha:“Tumhara yeh pura gora badan… jaise doodh mein nahlaya hua.
Har jagah itna saaf, itna mulayam, itna garam.
Yeh staan, yeh badi gaand, yeh choot… sab kuch ek saath maang rahe hain ki unhe nanga kiya jaaye, chooha jaaye, choosa jaaye aur andar tak bhara jaaye.
Tumhara husn ab chhupane layak nahi raha, Harsha… yeh dikhane aur bhogane layak hai.”Harsha ab bilkul bebas si khadi thi.
Uske dono haath ab uski chhaati aur kamar par the. Uski saansein bhaari thin, aur uski aankhon mein sharm ke saath ek gehri, gili si pyas saaf nazar aa rahi thi.
Woh kuch bol nahi paayi… bas uske badan ne khud bata diya tha ki Sajid ki har baat uske andar utar chuki hai.


Sajid ab bilkul uske kareeb aa gaya. Itna kareeb ki uska seena Harsha ke seene se almost chipak gaya. Uski garam saans Harsha ke gale par pad rahi thi.Harsha ki aankhein band hone lagi thin. Uske hoth kaamp rahe the. Woh thoda sa peeche hatne ki koshish karti, lekin uska badan khud aage ko jhuk raha tha. Uski saansein itni tez thin ki uska seena upar-neeche ho raha tha.Sajid ne dheere se dono haath uske kamar par rakhe, phir unhe upar ki taraf ghumaate hue uske stanon tak le gaya. Usne kapde ke upar se hi unhe zor se daba diya.“Itne narm… itne bhari hui,” usne gehari awaaz mein kaha aur uske stanon ko nichodne laga.Harsha ke munh se ek halki si siskari nikal gayi. Usne apne haath Sajid ke kandhon par rakh liye, lekin rokne ki koshish nahi ki.Sajid ne ab uske gale ko choomna shuru kiya… phir uske kandhe, uske collarbone, aur dheere-dheere neeche ki taraf aata gaya. Har choomne ke saath uske hoth thodi der ruke, jaise uske swad ko mehsoos kar rahe hon.Usne dono haathon se uske micro mini top ke neeche haath daala aur dheere-dheere use upar ki taraf kholne laga. Top itna tight aur chhota tha ki jaise bra hi ho. Jaise hi top upar utra, Harsha ke dono staan bilkul nange ho gaye — koi bra nahi thi.Sajid ki nazar unpar atak gayi. Usne ek pal ke liye bas dekha, phir jhuk kar pehle ek staan ko apne labon se choom liya… phir doosre ko. Usne unhe labon se dabaaya, nipple ko muh mein le kar choosne laga, aur jeebh se chaatne laga.Harsha ka badan kaamp utha. Usne apni ungliyan Sajid ke baalon mein phansa li thin. Uski aankhein band thin, munh thoda sa khula hua tha, aur uske hoth se dheemi-dheemi siskariyan nikal rahi thin.“Ahh… Sajid…” uske munh se bas itna hi nikla, awaaz bilkul kaampi hui.Sajid ne uske stanon ko aur zor se choosna aur chaatna jaari rakha, kabhi ek ko, kabhi doosre ko, kabhi unke beech apna chehra rakh kar unhe nichodta hua.Harsha ab bilkul pighal si rahi thi. Uske pair kamzor pad rahe the, aur uska badan Sajid ke badan se aur zyada chipak gaya tha.


Sajid ab bhi uske stanon ko choos raha tha, chaat raha tha. Harsha ka badan bilkul pighal chuka tha. Uske pair kaamp rahe the aur woh Sajid ke kandhe pakad kar khud ko sambhaal rahi thi.

Sajid ne dheere se uske stanon se munh hataya aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha,“Ab neeche…”Usne dono haath uski kamar par rakhe aur uske side-open long skirt ke bandh ko dheere-dheere kholne laga. Skirt ka ek hissa pehle se hi khula hua tha. Jaise hi usne pura khola, skirt neeche gir gaya aur Harsha ke neeche ka hissa bilkul nanga ho gaya. Uske gore, narm thighs aur beech ka hissa ab bilkul saamne tha.sirf panty thi waha


Skirt neeche gir gaya aur ab Harsha ke neeche sirf ek kaali black panty thi.Sajid ki nazar us black panty par atak gayi. Woh itni tight thi ki uske upar se hi uski choot ka shape saaf dikh raha tha, aur beech mein thodi si geelahat bhi nazar aa rahi thi.Usne dono haath uski gaand par rakhe aur panty ke upar se hi usse zor se daba diya.“Black panty… bahut sexy lag rahi hai tumhari is gore badan pe,” usne gehari awaaz mein kaha.Phir woh ghutnon ke bal baith gaya. Usne pehle uski thighs ko chooma, phir dheere-dheere black panty ke kinare tak aaya. Usne panty ke upar se hi uski choot ko labon se dabaaya aur jeebh se geela karne laga.Harsha ki siskari nikal gayi. Usne apne haath Sajid ke baalon mein phansa liye.Sajid ne ab black panty ke dono kinaron ko pakda aur dheere-dheere neeche ki taraf khinchne laga. Panty uske thighs se hote hue neeche utar gayi aur bilkul nangi ho gayi.Ab uski choot bilkul saamne thi — narm, gulabi aur thodi si geeli.Sajid ne bina der kiye uspar apne hoth rakh diye aur choosna, chaatna shuru kar diya. Usne uske labon ko alag kiya, clit ko jeebh se tezi se hilaaya aur do ungliyan dheere-dheere andar daal di.Harsha ka badan kaamp utha.“Ahhh… Sajid… dheere… ahhh…”Lekin uska haath Sajid ke sir ko aur zor se apni taraf kheench raha tha.

Sajid ab uski choot ko bilkul bhookhe ki tarah chaat raha tha. Usne dono haathon se uski thighs ko faad rakha tha aur uski gaand ko upar uthaye hue tha taaki uski choot uske munh ke bilkul saamne rahe.Woh uske labon ko alag karke jeebh ko gehra andar tak daal raha tha, phir nikal kar uske clit ko tezi se, dabav ke saath chaat raha tha. Kabhi pura munh lagaakar choos raha tha, kabhi jeebh ko flat karke upar se neeche tak fer raha tha.Harsha ki siskariyan ab tez ho chuki thin. Uska badan kaamp raha tha, uski kamar apne-aap Sajid ke munh ki taraf hil rahi thi.“Ahhh… Sajid… wahan… mat chhod… ahhh haan…”Sajid ne aur tezi se chaatna shuru kar diya. Usne do ungliyan andar daal kar unhe tezi se aage-peeche kiya, saath mein clit ko labon se choos raha tha. Harsha ki choot ab pura geeli ho chuki thi. Uska ras Sajid ke hothon aur thodi si daadi par bhi lag raha tha.Harsha ka saara control tootne laga. Usne dono haath Sajid ke baalon mein zor se pakad liye aur uske sir ko apni choot par daba diya.“Main… main nikalne wali hoon… ahhh Sajid… ruk mat… ahhhh…”Sajid ne uski baat sunte hi aur bhi tezi se, aur zor se choosna aur chaatna shuru kar diya. Usne ungliyon ko andar gehra karke uske andar wale soft hisse ko dabaaya aur clit ko jeebh se bilkul madly hilaaya.Harsha ka pura badan ekdam taan gaya. Uske thighs Sajid ke sir ke dono taraf kaampne lage. Uske munh se ek lambi, teekhi siskari nikal gayi aur uski choot se garam ras ke dhaare nikalne lage. Woh ras Sajid ke munh, jeebh aur gale par behne laga. Sajid ne use peena nahi chhoda — woh uska ras choosta raha, chaatta raha, jab tak Harsha ki kampan dheemi nahi pad gayi.Harsha ke pair ab bilkul kamzor pad chuke the. Woh saans bhaari-bhaari le rahi thi, uski aankhein band thin aur uske hoth kaamp rahe the.Sajid dheere se utha. Uske hoth aur chin geele the Harsha ke ras se. Usne apne pant ka button aur zip dheere-dheere khola. Uske tight underwear se uska lund bahar ko dhakel raha tha — sakht, mota aur upar ki taraf tana hua.Usne underwear ko thoda neeche kiya toh uska lund bilkul saamne aa gaya. Woh itna sakht tha ki halka sa kamp raha tha.Sajid ne seedha kuch nahi kaha. Usne bas Harsha ke kareeb jaakar uske gale par haath rakha aur dheere se uske hothon ko chooma — uske apne ras ka swad uske munh mein de diya.Phir usne Harsha ka haath pakad kar apne lund par rakh diya. Harsha ke narm haath ne jaise hi use chhua, toh uska lund aur sakht ho gaya.Sajid ne uske kaan mein bilkul dheemi, gehari awaaz mein kaha:“Tumne abhi jo kiya… uska badla chahiye.
Tumhara munh… itna narm, itna garam… socho yeh ispe kaise lagega.
Tum khud dekh rahi ho yeh kitna tight ho gaya hai tumhare liye… isse thoda aaram do na.”Usne Harsha ke baalon ko halka sa sahlaate hue uske sir ko dheere-dheere neeche ki taraf dabaana shuru kiya, lekin zor se nahi. Bas itna ki Harsha khud mehsoos kare ki uska sir neeche jaana chahta hai.Harsha ki aankhein uske lund par thin. Woh dekh rahi thi uski motai, uski lambai aur upar se nikalta hua thoda sa pre-cum. Uske andar abhi bhi climax ki garmi thi. Usne halka sa jhukna shuru kiya.Sajid ne bas itna kaha, awaaz mein command nahi, bas ek gehra ishaara:“Jhuk jaao… khud se.
Apne munh se isse lo… jaise tumhari choot ne abhi diya tha.”Harsha ka saans ruksa gaya. Usne ek nazar Sajid ki aankhon mein dekha, phir dheere-dheere apne ghutnon ke bal baith gayi. Uske hoth ab uske lund ke bilkul kareeb the.

 

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Harsha dheere-dheere ghutnon ke bal baith gayi. Uske saamne Sajid ka lund bilkul seedha khada tha — mota, lamba, gore rang ka, upar se thoda sa pre-cum nikalta hua. Usne pehle bas dekhte hue usse haath mein liya. Uski narm ungliyan uske upar ferne lagi. Lund uske haath mein itna bhari aur garam tha ki uski saans ruk si gayi.Usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, jaise khud se baat kar rahi ho:“Itna… itna mota hai…
Mere haath mein bhi pura nahi aa raha.
Aur itna sakht… jaise pathar.”Sajid ne uske baalon ko sahlaate hue upar se dekha, lekin kuch nahi bola. Bas uske sir ko halka sa neeche dabaaya.

Harsha ne pehle uske tip ko apne hothon se chooma. Halka sa, jaise test kar rahi ho. Phir usne jeebh nikal kar uske upar se fer diya. Pre-cum ka swad uske munh mein fail gaya — thoda namkeen, thoda sticky.Usne aankhein upar uthakar Sajid ko dekha aur dheemi awaaz mein boli:“Tumhara yeh… bahut bada hai Sajid.
Mere munh mein kaise jaayega?
Itna mota… mere hoth faad dega.”Phir bhi usne munh khola aur uske tip ko andar le liya. Sirf thoda sa. Usne labon se usse dabaaya aur jeebh se neeche ki taraf ghumana shuru kar diya. Sajid ki saans bhaari pad gayi. Usne apna haath Harsha ke baalon mein aur gehra kar diya

Harsha ne ab thoda aur andar liya. Lund uske munh ko pura faad raha tha. Uski aankhein thodi si bhari hui si ho gayi thin, lekin usne rokna nahi chaha. Woh dheere-dheere aage-peeche hone lagi. Har baar thoda aur gehra.Usne munh se nikal kar, saans lete hue kaha:“Kitna garam hai yeh…
Mere munh ko pura bhar raha hai.
Aur neeche se itna naram, upar se itna sakht…
Main isse pura nahi le paungi Sajid… bahut lamba hai.”Sajid ne gehari awaaz mein pehli baar kaha:“Le lo… dheere-dheere.
Tumhara munh itna narm hai… isse aur andar lo.”Harsha ne phir se munh khola aur is baar lagbhag aadha lund andar le liya. Uski aankhein band ho gayi. Usne jeebh ko lund ke neeche ferte hue choosna shuru kar diya. Thuk uske kinaron se behne lagi. Woh ab thodi tezi se aage-peeche hone lagi. Uske hoth lund ke around tight the, aur har baar jab woh aage jaati toh uski naak uske pet se takraati thi.Usne thodi der baad munh se nikal kar, haath se usse tezi se hilate hue kaha:“Tumhara lund… meri choot se bhi zyada garam hai.
Jab main isse choos rahi hoon toh meri choot phir se geeli hone lagi hai.
Itna mota… socho yeh meri choot mein kaise ghusega.
Faad dega na?”Sajid ki ungliyan uske baalon mein kas gayi. Usne halka sa kaha:“Chooste raho… baat kam karo.”Harsha ne muskuraate hue (lekin aankhon mein uttejana ke saath) phir se munh mein le liya. Ab woh aur tezi se choosne lagi. Kabhi sirf tip ko labon se dabaati, kabhi pure aadhe hisse ko gale tak le jaati. Uske thuk ki aawaz kamre mein gunj rahi thi — wet, gulping sounds.Woh kabhi-kabhi munh se nikal kar uske neeche ke hisse ko, balls ko chaatne lagti. Unhe muh mein le kar halka sa choosti, phir wapas lund par aa jaati.Ek baar usne pure lund ko munh se nikal kar, usse apne cheek se rub karte hue kahi:“Dekho kitna geela ho gaya hai mere thuk se…
Mere hothon ka rang ispe lag gaya hai.
Itna bada lund… main isse din bhar choos sakti hoon.
Tumhara yeh… meri har saans ko rok raha hai.”Phir usne dono haath use pakad liye — ek haath se neeche hilati, doosre se uske balls ko sahlaati — aur munh se pure zor se choosne lagi. Ab uski awaaz bhi nikal rahi thi munh band hone ke bawajood — “mmmph… mmmph…”Sajid ka badan ab kaampne laga tha. Usne dono haath uske sir par rakh liye aur dheere-dheere uske munh mein dhakelne laga. Harsha ne resist nahi kiya. Usne apna gale khol diya aur usse aur gehra lene ki koshish ki.Harsha ne ek baar munh se nikal kar, saans bhaari lete hue, aankhon mein paani liye hue kaha:“Gale tak… jaa raha hai.
Mere aankhon se paani nikalne lage hain…
Lekin rukna nahi…
Tumhara lund itna tasty hai Sajid…
Main isse nahi chhodna chahti.”Usne phir se pura joor lagaakar usse munh mein liya. Ab woh bilkul deep throat karne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Har baar jab lund uske gale se takrata, toh uski aankhein bhar aati, lekin woh wapas nikal kar dobara gehra le leti.

Sajid ab control kho raha tha. Usne uske baalon ko pakad kar uske munh ko apne lund par dabaaye rakha aur tezi se dhakelne laga. Harsha ke thuk ke bubbles uske kinaron se nikal rahe the, uski aankhon se paani beh raha tha, lekin usne ek baar bhi rokne ko nahi kaha.Usne munh bhara hua hone ke bawajood dheemi awaaz mein (jo bas “mmm… mmm” ki tarah nikal rahi thi) try kiya bolne ka, jaise keh rahi ho — “Aur… zor se…”Sajid ne aur tezi se uske munh mein pelna shuru kar diya. Uske pair kaamp rahe the. Usne aakhri baar uske sir ko dabaaya aur gehari awaaz mein kaha:“Ab nikalne wala hoon… munh mein hi lena…”Harsha ne aankhein band kar li aur uska lund aur gehra le liya. Sajid ka badan taan gaya. Uske lund se garam, gadha ras ke dhaare nikalne lage — seedha Harsha ke munh aur gale mein. Harsha ne use peene ki koshish ki, lekin itna tha ki thoda sa uske hothon se bahar bhi nikal aaya aur uske chin par behne laga.Woh dheere-dheere uska lund munh se nikalati gayi, lekin aakhri boond tak choosti rahi. Jab pura nikal gaya toh usne jeebh se uske tip ko saaf kiya aur upar dekhte hue, hoth geele aur thuk se chamakte hue, dheemi awaaz mein boli:“Itna… itna zyada nikal diya tumne.
Mere munh mein ab bhi swad hai tumhare lund ka…
Aur mere gale tak bhar gaya hai.”Sajid ne uske baalon ko sahlaate hue usse upar uthaya aur uske geele hothon ko choom liya — apne hi ras ka swad uske munh se lete hue


Dono abhi bhi usi pal ko mehsoos kar rahe the.
Harsha ke hoth abhi bhi geele the, uske chin par Sajid ka ras thoda sa chamak raha tha. Sajid ka lund ab dheere-dheere normal ho raha tha, lekin uske andar abhi bhi garmi baaki thi. Harsha uske seene se lipati hui thi, dono ki saansein abhi bhi bhaari thin. Kamre mein ek ajeeb si shant aur gehari uttejana faili hui thi. Koi kuch bol nahi raha tha… bas ek doosre ko mehsoos kar rahe the.Tabhi…Sajid ke phone ki goonj se pura kamra kaamp utha.
Screen par likha tha — Ammi.Dono ekdam dar se kaamp gaye.
Harsha ki aankhein badi ho gayi. Sajid ne bhi ek dum se saans rok li.Phone continuously baj raha tha.Sajid ne jaldi se phone uthaya, lekin receive nahi kiya. Usne bas cut kar diya. Phir bhi dono ke chehron par darr saaf dikh raha tha.“Jaldi…” Sajid ne dheemi lekin tezz awaaz mein kaha.Dono ne ek doosre ko dekha aur turant apni saansein control karni shuru kar di.
Harsha ne jaldi se apni black panty uthayi aur pehen li. Uske haath kaamp rahe the. Phir usne apna micro mini top pehna — jo abhi bhi thoda geela tha uske stanon ke ras se. Skirt ko jaldi se kamar se bandh liya.Sajid ne bhi apna underwear aur pant jaldi se pehen liya. Shirt ke button galat lagane ki wajah se usne do baar try kiya. Dono ki saansein ab bhi tez thin, lekin woh unhe dabane ki koshish kar rahe the.Kamre mein ab sirf kapdon ki rustle aur unki control hoti saanson ki aahat thi.Jab dono thik-thaak ho gaye, toh Sajid ne Harsha ke kareeb jaakar uske baalon ko thik kiya. Usne uske hothon se apne ras ka nishan bhi ungli se saaf kar diya.Phir usne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue, awaaz bilkul dheemi rakhte hue poocha:“Ab… phir kab milogi?”Harsha ne neeche dekhte hue, abhi bhi thodi kaampi hui awaaz mein kaha:“Pata nahi…
Ghar pe log hain…
Lekin…”Usne upar dekhte hue, aankhon mein wahi garmi liye hue kaha:“Jaldi…
Main bhi… dubara mehsoos karna chahti hoon.”Sajid ne uske gale ko halka sa chooma aur kaha:“Main message karunga.
Tu bas mauka nikalna.”Tabhi phone phir se bajne laga — Ammi ka doosra call.Sajid ne jaldi se phone uthaya aur receive karte hue normal awaaz mein bola,
“Haan Ammi… aa raha hoon… bas nikal pada…”Usne phone ko thoda door karke Harsha ko dekha.
Harsha ne bas halka sa nod kiya.Sajid ne last baar uske haath ko dabaya aur dheere se kaha:“Jaldi milna…
Warna main paagal ho jaunga.”Phir woh kamre se nikal gaya.Harsha wahan khadi reh gayi.
Uske hoth abhi bhi thode sooje hue the, uski choot abhi bhi geeli thi, aur uske mann mein Sajid ke lund ka swad abhi bhi ghum raha tha.Woh dheere se muskuraayi… aur apne kapde thik karte hue sochne lagi — agla mauka kab aayega


Hmmmm....

Harsha ki maa din bhar ke kaamon mein itni busy thi ki usse ghar ke baaki hisson ki bhi khabar nahi thi.
Uske bhai city se bahar the aur kal shaam seedha shaadi mein aane wale the.
Isliye ghar mein koi aisi nazar nahi thi jo usse poochhe.Harsha dheere-dheere, chhupte hue apne room ki taraf gayi.
Corridor se guzarte waqt usne do-teen baar peeche mudkar dekha — koi nahi tha. Usne room ka darwaza khola, andar gayi aur turant lock laga diya. Click ki aahat ne uske andar ek ajeeb si rahat paida kar di.Woh seedha bedroom mein gayi.
Kapde ab uske badan par bhaari lag rahe the. Usne pehle micro mini top utara. Uske staan hawa ke sparsh se thodi si sakht ho gaye. Phir skirt ka bandh khola. Skirt neeche gir gaya. Black panty ab bhi geeli thi — andar se. Usne use bhi dheere-dheere utaar diya.Ab woh bilkul nangi thi.Woh bathroom mein gayi.
Shishe ke saamne ruk gayi.
Fluorescent light mein uska gora badan chamak raha tha. Usne apne aap ko upar se neeche tak dekha.Pehle apne chehre ko… phir apne gale ko… phir un stanon ko jo abhi kuch der pehle Sajid ke munh mein the.
Unpar abhi bhi uske choosne ke halka se nishan se the. Nipple ab bhi thode sooje hue aur gulabi the.Usne apne haath se ek staan ko halka sa dabaaya aur shishe mein dekhte hue dheemi awaaz mein kaha:“Kya main… itni khoobsurat hoon?”Usne apni nazar neeche ki.
Apni patli kamar, uske neeche gol-gol badi gaand, aur uske beech mein woh choot jo abhi bhi thodi si sooji hui aur geeli thi.Uske labon par ek dhimi si muskaan aa gayi.
Ghamand nahi… ek gehri, kaamuk si manzoori.Phir yaadein aane lagi.Usne aankhein band kar li.Pehle yaad aaya jab Sajid ne uske stanon ko dabaya tha.
Uske haathon ka garam dabav… kaise usne unhe nichoda tha, kaise uske nipple ko muh mein lekar choosa tha.
Uske jeebh ka gila sparsh ab bhi uske stanon par mehsoos ho raha tha.Phir usne yaad kiya kaise Sajid uski gaand ko pakad kar nichod raha tha.
Uske haathon mein uski gaand kitni naram pad rahi thi… kaise usne usse chooma tha, kaise uske teeth se halka sa kaata tha.Aur phir… uski choot.Harsha ki saans tez ho gayi.
Usne yaad kiya kaise Sajid ne uski thighs ko faad kar uski choot ko munh se laga liya tha.
Kaise uski jeebh andar tak gayi thi… kaise usne uske clit ko itni tezi se chaata tha ki uske pair kaampne lage the.
Kaise uski ungliyan andar jaakar uske soft hisse ko daba rahi thin… aur aakhir mein jab uska ras nikal kar Sajid ke munh mein jaa raha tha.Uske munh se ek halki si siskari nikal gayi.
Usne apna ek haath neeche le jaakar apni choot par rakh diya. Woh abhi bhi geeli thi. Usne do ungliyon se apne labon ko alag kiya aur shishe mein dekhte hue dheere-dheere ferne lagi.Phir uske zehan mein woh hissa aaya jo sabse zyada gehra tha.Sajid ka lund.Usne yaad kiya kaise woh uske saamne khada tha — mota, sakht, upar ki taraf tana hua.
Kaise usne pehli baar use haath mein liya tha aur uska wazan mehsoos kiya tha.
Kaise uske tip ko chooma tha… kaise uska pre-cum uski jeebh par faila tha.Usne yaad kiya kaise usne munh kholkar use andar liya tha


Kitna mushkil tha… kitna mota tha… uske hoth kitne faad raha tha.
Kaise usne dheere-dheere aadha, phir usse bhi zyada andar liya tha.
Kaise uske gale tak jaane par uski aankhon se paani nikal aaya tha, lekin usne rukna nahi chaha.Usne yaad kiya us waqt kya mehsoos ho raha tha:Mundh pura bhara hua… saans lene mein takleef… lekin ek ajeeb si pyas jo aur gehra lene ko keh rahi thi.
Jab Sajid ne uske baalon ko pakad kar uske munh mein dhakelna shuru kiya tha toh uske andar ek gehri, gandi si khushi fail gayi thi.
Aur jab aakhir mein uska garam ras uske munh aur gale mein nikal kar bhar gaya tha… toh usne use peete hue kya mehsoos kiya tha — ek tarah ka pura hona.Harsha ki aankhein ab bhi band thin.
Uske do ungliyan ab uski choot mein dheere-dheere aage-peeche ho rahi thin.
Uske doosre haath ne ek staan ko pakad liya tha.Woh shishe ke saamne khadi thi, bilkul nangi, aur apne hi badan ko dekhte hue, Sajid ke saath bitaye har pal ko ek-ek karke dobara jee rahi thi.Usne aankhein kholi.
Shishe mein uski aankhon mein wahi garmi thi jo thodi der pehle Sajid ke saamne thi.Usne dheemi awaaz mein, bas apne aap se kaha:“Main… itni khoobsurat hoon.
Aur usne… mujhe bilkul kha liya.”Phir usne shower on kar diya.
Garam paani uske nange badan par girne laga.
Lekin uske mann mein ab bhi Sajid ke hoth, uski jeebh, uske haath aur uska lund ghum rahe the.Woh naha rahi thi…
lekin uske andar abhi bhi woh aag bujhi nahi thi.



Harsha naha kar bahar aayi.
Usne towel se apna badan pooncha, lekin paani ke kuch katre abhi bhi uske stanon aur kamar se beh rahe the. Woh seedha bed par aa kar let gayi.
Nangi hi.Jaise hi usne aankhein band ki, wahi khayal phir se aane lage.Sajid ke haath… uske stanon par.
Uski jeebh… uski choot par.
Uske lund ka wazan… uske munh mein.
Kaise uska ras uske gale se utarta hua mehsoos hua tha.Harsha ne apna ek haath apni chhaati par aur doosra neeche apni choot par rakh diya.
Bas itna sa sparsh… aur uske andar wahi garmi phir se jag uthi.
Woh unhi khayalon mein doobti gayi.
Dheere-dheere uski saansein bhaari hoti gayi, uske sochne ki raftaar kam hoti gayi…
aur woh unhi yaadon ke saath so gayi.


Shaam ho chuki thi.“Harsha… Harsha utho beta!”Maa ki awaaz se uski aankhein khuli.
Maa room mein khadi thi, haath mein kuch yellow kapde liye hue.“Utho, fresh ho jao. Raat ko 9:30 baje Sangeet aur Haldi ka program hai.
Dulhan ko aaj haldi lagi hai, isliye tumhe bhi peele kapde pehen kar jaana hai.”Harsha ne aankhein malte hue haan mein sar hila diya.
Maa nikal gayi.Harsha uthi aur apne cupboard ke paas gayi.
Peele kapdon ke naam par uske paas ek hi cheez thi — ek transparent yellow top.
Woh full size tha, lekin kapda itna paatla tha ki uske neeche se sab kuch saaf jhalakata tha.
Neeche ke liye ek matching peeli pant thi, jaise salwar-kurti ke saath pehni jaati hai — soft aur thodi tight.Usne pehle ek transparent bra pehni.
Uske baad transparent panty.
Phir us peeli transparent top ko pehna.
Top itna paatla tha ki uski transparent bra aur uske stanon ka shape bilkul clear dikh raha tha.
Neeche usne peeli pant pehen li.Woh mirror ke saamne khadi hokar dekhne lagi.
Yellow rang uske gore badan par aur bhi zyada chamak raha tha.
Transparent top ke through uske stanon ki golai aur nipple ka halka sa ishaara saaf nazar aa raha tha.Usne ek baar socha…
Agar Sajid aaj yahan hota toh kya kehta?Phir usne apne baal thik kiye, halka sa makeup kiya aur ghar se nikal gayi.



Haldi wale program mein pahunchte hi mahaul alag tha.
Ghar ke pichhe wale bade se courtyard mein lights lagi hui thin, logon ki bheed thi, khane ke stalls lage the.
Pehle khana hua.
Harsha ne thoda sa khaya, lekin uska mann kahin aur tha.Phir dulhan ko le aaya gaya.
Upar se peele kapde, chehra dhakka hua.
Rishtedaar aur dost uske around baith gaye aur uske haath, pair, gaalon par haldi lagane lage.
Geet-sangeet ki awaazein gunjne lagi.Haldi khatam hone ke baad thodi der baad Sangeet ka program shuru hua.
Loud music, DJ ka sound me , log naachne lage.
Mahilaen aur jawan ladkiyan ek circle bana kar nachne lagi thin.Harsha bhi unke beech ja kar naachne lagi
Yellow transparent top mein, halki hawa mein uske stanon ka shape aur bhi clear ho raha tha.
Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si bechaini thi…
jaise woh kisi ko dhoondh rahi ho.Tabhi…Sangeet ki awaazon ke beech,sab zum rahe the


Sangeet shuru hote hi mahaul garam ho gaya.
Dholak aur music ki awaazein courtyard mein gunjne lagi. Mahilaen aur jawan ladkiyan circle bana kar nachne lagi.
Harsha bhi unke beech aa gayi.Pehle toh woh halka sa, sharmate hue se nach rahi thi.
Lekin jaise-jaise music ki beat tez hoti gayi, uska badan khud-b-khud woh ang andolan karne laga jo uske andar chhupi hui garmi ko bayaan kar raha tha.Woh apni gaand ko dheere-dheere, nazakat ke saath upar-neeche utha rahi thi.
Har lift mein uski peeli pant uske curves ko aur zyada clear kar deti.

Gaand uthti, phir dheere se neeche aati — jaise koi sharmate hue bhi apne aap ko dikha raha ho.Uske stanon ka andolan aur bhi gehra tha.
Transparent yellow top ke neeche uski transparent bra unhe poori tarah nahi rok pa rahi thi.
Jab woh kamar hilati, toh uske staan bhi saath mein hilte — naram, bhari hui, aur har harkat ke saath halka sa kaampte hue.
Lekin usne kabhi unhe jaan-bujhkar zyada nahi hilaya.
Woh bas music ke flow mein the… phir bhi unka hona itna clear tha ki dekhne wale ek pal ke liye ruki si nazar se unhe dekh jaate.Harsha ke chehre par sharm thi.
Woh kabhi-kabhi apne hoth dabati, kabhi apne baalon ko kaan ke peeche karti, jaise khud ko sambhaal rahi ho.
Lekin uski aankhon mein ek gehri uttejana thi.
Uske pairon ki harkat, uski kamar ka mor, uski gaand ka uthna-girna — sab kuch itna narm aur nazuk tha ki woh ashleel nahi lag raha tha.
Balki ek aisi bechaini paida kar raha tha jo dekhne walon ko majboor kar deti thi ki woh khud naachne ke bajaye usse dekhte rahein.Kai logon ne dance chhod diya tha.
Kuch mahilaen muskuraate hue ek doosre se kuch keh rahi thin.
Kuch jawan ladke door khade hokar usse dekh rahe the, lekin unki nazar uske chehre se zyada uske badan ke andolan par thi.


Harsha ko is baat ka ehsaas tha.
Woh mehsoos kar sakti thi ki uski har harkat par nazarain hain.
Isliye woh aur bhi sharmate hue, lekin rok nahi pa rahi thi.
Uske andar jo aag Sajid ke saath lagi thi, woh ab music ke saath bahar aa rahi thi — bina shabdon ke, sirf uske badan se.Ek ghanta se zyada ho chuka tha.
Music ab thoda dheema padne laga tha.
Harsha ki saansein tez thin, uske maathe par halka sa paseena tha, aur uske transparent top mein uske stanon ka shape ab aur bhi clear ho gaya tha.Tabhi…Courtyard ke ek kone se ek naya chehra andar aaya.

 

[tangocharly]

Harsha nach to rahi thi, lekin uske andar ek bechaini thi.
Music tez tha, log naach rahe the, uska badan bhi rhythm mein hil raha tha — gaand dheere-dheere uth-gir rahi thi, staan narm andolan kar rahe the — lekin uski nazar baar-baar gate aur courtyard ke konon par jaati.

Woh chahti thi ki Sajid yeh dance dekhe.
Uske mann mein ek baar phir woh soch aayi — agar woh yahan hota, toh uski nazar uske har andolan par rukti. Transparent yellow top ke neeche uske stanon ka hilna, pant ke andar uski gaand ka uthna… sab kuch uski aankhon ke liye hota.

Isliye uska nach thoda bechain sa tha.
Nazakat thi, sharm thi, lekin us sharm ke peeche ek intezaar bhi tha.

Kuch der aur beet gayi.

Tabhi Harsha ki nazar achaanak ek kone mein chali gayi.

Wahan, thodi door, ek kursi par Sajid baitha hua tha.

Harsha ke pair ek pal ke liye ruk se gaye.
Uske chehre par pehle hairani, phir ek gehri, dabi hui muskaan aa gayi.
Woh muskaan itni saaf thi ki uske hoth khud-b-khud khil uthe. Uske aankhon mein wahi garmi laut aayi jo subah uske room mein thi.

Woh ab dance karte-karte bhi usi kone ko dekh rahi thi.
Uske stanon ka andolan, uski kamar ka mor — sab kuch jaise ab sirf usi ke liye ho raha ho.

Tabhi…

Harsha ki maa, jo thodi door khadi hokar program dekh rahi thi, uske chehre par wo muskaan dekh kar ruk gayi.

Usne socha — yeh itni muskurati kyun rahi hai?

Maa ne Harsha ki nazar ka peecha kiya.

Pehle log, phir lights, phir woh kona…
aur wahan Sajid.

Maa ki aankhein ek pal ke liye us par atak gayin.

Harsha ki muskaan, uski nazar ka ruka hua rehna, uske badan ki bechaini, aur Sajid ka wahan baitha hona — sab kuch ek saath jud gaya.

Harsha ki maa ko sab samajh aa gaya.

Uske chehre ka rang thoda sa badal gaya.
Woh kuch nahi boli, lekin uski nazar ab Harsha aur Sajid dono par thi.
Uske andar ek sawal, ek shak, aur ek gehri samajh paida ho gayi thi.

Harsha abhi bhi nahi jaanti thi ki uski maa ne sab dekh liya hai.
Woh toh bas Sajid ko dekhte hue, dheeme se muskurate hue nach rahi thi — jaise uska intezaar khatam ho gaya ho.


Sajid ke dikhte hi Harsha ke andar jo bechaini thi, woh tut si gayi.
Uske chehre ki muskaan aur gehri ho gayi. Music ki beat jaise uske khoon mein utar gayi.Ab uske dance mein josh aa gaya.Woh pehle se zyada khulkar nachne lagi.
Uske staan ab thode zor se hilne lage. Transparent yellow top ke neeche unka wazan saaf dikh raha tha — har dhakke ke saath woh narm, bhari hui chhaatiyaan upar-neeche,thodi si left-right hil rahi thin.
Lekin usne kabhi unhe haath se nahi pakda, kabhi jaan-bujhkar zyada nahi uchhala. Woh sirf dance ke flow mein the.
Phir bhi unka andolan itna saaf aur mazboot tha ki dekhne wale ek pal ke liye saans rok kar dekh jaate.Uske neeche, peeli pant mein uski gaand ab aur tez hil rahi thi.
Woh use uthati, ghumati, thoda zor se peeche ko dhakelti — lekin nazakat ke saath.
Har lift mein uski gol gaand ka shape aur clear ho jaata. Pant tight thi, isliye har harkat uske curves ko aur zyada dikha deti.Yeh dance ashleel nahi tha.
Koi gandi harkat nahi, koi overacting nahi.
Yeh ek accha, strong, feminine dance tha — lekin usme ek aisi garmi thi jo chhup nahi rahi thi.
Uske boobs ka zor se hilna, uski gaand ka tez andolan — dono cheezein itni natural thi ki log naachne ke bajaye usse dekhne par majboor ho rahe the.
Harsha ki aankhein beech-beech mein Sajid par jaati.
Jab unki nazar milti, toh uske dance mein aur bhi jaan aa jaati.
Woh jaise usi ke liye nach rahi ho.Sajid kona mein baitha hua tha.
Uske chehre par koi badi expression nahi thi, lekin uski nazar Harsha ke badan se hat nahi rahi thi.
Woh uske stanon ke hilne ko dekh raha tha, uski gaand ke uthne-girne ko dekh raha tha — aur uske andar wahi aag phir se jag uthi thi jo subah un dono ke beech lagi thi.



Harsha ki maa ab bhi door se dekh rahi thi.
Uske chehre par tension aur samajh dono saaf thi.
Woh dekh rahi thi ki uski beti ke dance mein achanak itna josh kyun aa gaya… aur uski nazar baar-baar kis taraf jaa rahi hai.Harsha ko is pal ka ehsaas tha.
Woh sharmate hue bhi ruk nahi rahi thi.
Uske boobs thode aur zor se hil rahe the, uski gaand thodi aur tez hil rahi thi — lekin sab kuch dance ki hadh mein, nazakat ke saath.Courtyard mein music gunj raha tha.
Aur beech mein Harsha… peele transparent kapdon mein, apne badan ko itne acche se hila rahi thi ki uska har andolan Sajid tak pahunch raha tha.

Harsha kuch der aur nachti rahi.
Sajid ke saamne uske dance mein jo josh aaya tha, usne usse aur der tak sambhaale rakha. Uske staan ab bhi narm lekin zor se hil rahe the, uski gaand har beat par uth-gir rahi thi.
Lekin dheere-dheere thakaan chhaane lagi.Uske maathe par paseena aa gaya. Saans tez ho gayi.
Aakhir mein woh dance chhodkar ek taraf ki khursee par jaakar baith gayi.
Peela transparent top uske seene se chipka hua tha, uske stanon ka shape ab bhi saaf dikh raha tha. Woh paani peene ke liye glass uthane lagi, lekin uski nazar phir bhi Sajid ki taraf thi.Idhar Pratibha, jo ab tak apni beti ko baar-baar dekh rahi thi, usse baitha hua dekhkar thodi der ke liye nazar hata leti hai.
Uske chehre par ab bhi woh shak tha, lekin usne socha — abhi toh baithi hai.Tabhi peeche se awaaz aayi.“Pratibha!”Uske bhai Mukesh aa gaye the.“Sun, ghar ki badi ladki hai tu. Mandir mein haldi tujhe aur kuch bade-buzurgon ke saath leke jaana hai.
Yeh aakhri puja hai, bas ho gaya phir.”Pratibha ne turant haan ki.
Yeh kaam talne wala nahi tha. Woh uth khadi hui aur Mukesh ke saath kuch aur umr-rasidah rishtedaron ko lete hue mandir ki taraf nikal gayi.Yeh baat Harsha tak bhi pahunch gayi.
Usne suna ki maa mandir jaa rahi hai, aakhri puja ke liye.



Sajid ne bhi sun liya.Uske chehre par ek pal ke liye kuch nahi dikha, lekin uski aankhon mein saaf tha — yeh mauka hai.Usne Harsha ki taraf dekha.
Harsha bhi usi waqt uski taraf dekh rahi thi.Sajid ne kuch nahi bola.
Usne bas dheere se sir se ishara kiya — wahi kamra.
Woh wahi room jahan subah un dono ke beech woh sab hua tha.Usne aankhon se kaha:Chal. Abhi.Harsha ki saans ek pal ke liye ruki.
Uske gaal thode laal ho gaye. Usne aas-paas dekha — maa nikal chuki thi, log sangeet mein busy the, koi unki taraf khaas dhyan nahi de raha tha.Usne halka sa sar hilaya.
Haan.Sajid pehle uth kar dheere-dheere us taraf nikal gaya, jaise normal si walk kar raha ho.
Harsha ne do-teen second intezaar kiya, phir khursee se uthi aur usi raaste par peeche-peeche chali.Uske transparent top mein uske staan ab bhi saans ke saath hil rahe the.
Uske andar wahi garmi phir se jag uthi thi.Dono usi kamre ki taraf badh rahe the.

Dono ghar ke kareeb pahunch chuke the.
Sajid aage-aage usi pehle wale kamre ki taraf jaa raha tha.Tabhi Harsha ne uska haath pakad liya.Sajid ruka.Harsha uske kareeb aayi. Uske transparent top mein uske staan saans ke saath hil rahe the. Usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha:“Woh kamra nahi.
Tere ghar chalte hain.”Sajid ne uski taraf dekha.Harsha ne aur chhupke kaha:“Teri maa wahan nahi hai.
Aur meri maa… Pratibha… morning mein aayegi.
Yeh ghar, jahan main do din se ruki hui hoon… yahi tera ghar hai.
Yahan dono ke liye safe hai.
Mere room chalo.”Sajid ko baat samajh aa gayi.Sach mein — Sajid ki maa wahan maujood nahi thi.
Pratibha ab mandir gayi hui thi aur morning se pehle wapas nahi aane wali thi.
Yeh raat unke haath mein thi.Usne halka sa sar upr kiya.“Chal.”Ab dono andar ki taraf badhne lage.
Harsha thoda aage, Sajid uske peeche.
Kadam tez the, lekin awaaz nahi nikal rahe the.Woh Harsha ke room ke darwaze tak pahunch gaye.
Harsha ne peeche mudkar Sajid ko dekha. Uske hothon par dabi hui muskaan thi.Usne darwaza khola, Sajid ko andar kheench liya, aur turant lock laga diya.Click.Kamra andhera sa tha.
Bahar se dheemi sangeet ki awaaz aa rahi thi.


Sajid ne haath badhaakar switch daba diya.Light on hui.Peela ujala poore room mein fail gaya.Jaise hi roshni aayi, Harsha sharmaate hue room ke ek kone mein chali gayi.
Usne apne baal chehre ke aage kar liye, transparent top ke neeche apne seene ko jaise chhupaane ki koshish ki.
Ghadi mein raat ke sirf 11:30 baje the.Uske andar ek ajeeb sa dar tha… aur uske saath uttejana bhi.Woh soch rahi thi —
Ab yeh raat hai. Ab dono akele hain.
Kahi yeh is room mein aaj mujhe chod na de




Sach yeh tha ki woh chudwane ke liye taiyar thi.
Subah jo hua tha, dance ke time jo uske badan mein jagah tha, woh sab uske andar zinda tha.
Lekin ab light mein, is khule hue kamre mein, uske saamne khade hokar, usse sankoch ho raha tha.
Jhijhak ho rahi thi.
Woh kone mein khadi thi, honth dabe hue, saans tez, aankhein neeche.Idhar Sajid use dekh raha tha.Uske mann mein pehla khayal seedha tha —
Abhi pakadkar chhod doon.Harsha uske saamne thi. Transparent top, uske staan, uski peeli pant, uska sharmata hua chehra.
Mauka saaf tha.Lekin doosra khayal usse rok gaya.Itni sundar ladki hai.
Agar abhi zor kiya, agar woh gussa ho gayi, haath se nikal gayi…
toh dubara nahi milegi.Sajid ruka.
Usne ek kadam aage nahi badhaya.Usne socha — is pal sirf lene se kaam nahi chalega.
Kuch aur karna padega.
Dheere. Aise ki woh khud kone se bahar aaye.
Aise ki uski jhijhak toote, lekin gussa na aaye.Woh thodi der wahi khada raha, light ke neeche, Harsha ko kone mein dekhta hua.
Uske chehre par koi bhookh nahi dikhai di… jaan-bujhkar.Usne awaaz ko naram rakha:“Itni door kyun khadi ho?”Harsha ne jawab nahi diya.
Usne bas apne haath ko top ke upar aur kas liya.Sajid ne samajh liya.
Aaj raat jaldi nahi karni.
Pehle uske dar ko utarna hai.
Uske sankoch ko todna hai.
Uske andar jo taiyari hai, usse khud bahar aane dena hai.Woh dheere-dheere, bina chhue, uske thoda kareeb aaya.
Itna nahi ki woh dar ke peeche hat jaaye.
Bas itna ki uski awaaz us tak pahunch jaaye.“Main kuch nahi karunga…
jab tak tu khud na kahe.”Harsha ki aankhein uth kar us par atak gayi.
Uske andar dar aur uttejana ab ek saath kaamp rahe the

Sajid kone ke thoda kareeb aaya, lekin usse chhua nahi.
Usne awaaz ko halka, almost normal rakha.

“Wahan logon ke saamne itna nach rahi thi…
Yahan aake kone mein chipak gayi.”

Harsha ne nazar uthayi.
Uske hothon par jawab tha, lekin nikla nahi.

Sajid ne dheere se muskuraate hue kaha:

“Main sochta tha tera dance dekhne aaya hoon.
Yahan toh tu khadi-khadi sharma rahi hai.”

Harsha ki bhaowein thodi si tani.

“Main thak gayi thi.”

“Thak gayi?” Sajid ne halka sa sir hilaya.
“Wahan ek ghante se zyada nachi. Yahan do minute bhi nahi nach sakti?”

Harsha chup rahi.
Lekin uska pair halka sa hil gaya, jaise body abhi bhi music yaad rakhe hue ho.

Sajid ne usi darar ko pakad liya.

“Sach bataun?” usne kaha, awaaz mein ek halka sa taunt tha.
“Tera dance… utna accha bhi nahi tha.”

Harsha ki aankhein uth kar us par atak gayi.

“Kya?”

Sajid ne dheere se kandha uchkaya.

“Haan. Log dekh rahe the, isliye lag raha tha.
Asliyat mein thoda… ordinary tha.
Boobs hilaye, gaand uthayi, bas.
Dance kam, dikhawa zyada.”

Harsha ke chehre ka rang badal gaya.
Sharm ke saath-saath ab ego bhi chubh gaya.

“Ordinary?” usne teekhi awaaz mein kaha.
“Tumhe dance aata bhi hai jo meri tarif utaar rahe ho?”

Sajid ne bas itna kaha:

“Jo dikha, woh bola.
Agar itna accha hai, toh yahan dikha.
Kone mein khade-khade nahi.”

Harsha kuch seconds chup rahi.
Uske andar dar abhi bhi tha.
Lekin uske saath ek aur cheez jag uthi thi —
yeh mujhe kharab dance bol raha hai?

Woh kone se ek kadam aage aayi.

Phir ek aur.

Ab woh light ke neeche thi.
Peela transparent top, uske staan, uski peeli pant — sab Sajid ke saamne.

Usne baal peeche kiye aur seedha uski aankhon mein dekha.

“Theek hai.
Dekh lo.
Phir bolna ordinary.”

Kamre mein koi music nahi tha.
Sirf bahar se dheemi sangeet ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

Harsha ne usi beat par apna badan hilana shuru kiya.

Pehle kamar.
Phir dheere-dheere uski gaand uthne-girne lagi.
Phir uske staan — narm, bhari hui, transparent top ke neeche thode zor se hilne lage.

Yeh wahan wala dance nahi tha.
Yeh sirf Sajid ke liye tha.

Woh uske saamne nach rahi thi taaki use dikha sake —
uska dance ordinary nahi hai.
Har harkat mein nazakat thi, lekin ab usme ek jaan thi.
Ego ne uski jhijhak ko peeche dhakel diya tha.

Sajid chup chap dekh raha tha.
Uske chehre par wohi shaant expression thi, lekin uski nazar Harsha ke har andolan par thi —
uske stanon ke hilne par, uski gaand ke uthne par, uske hothon ke khulne par.

Harsha nachte-nachte aur kareeb aa gayi.
Ab woh kone mein nahi thi.
Woh Sajid ke saamne thi.

Usne saans bhaari lete hue kaha:

“Ab bolo.
Ab bhi ordinary hai?”

Sajid ne use upar se neeche tak dekha.
Phir dheemi awaaz mein bola:

“Ab… dekhna padega.
Thoda aur nach.”

Harsha ki aankhon mein gussa aur uttejana dono the.
Lekin woh ruki nahi.
Usne aur nachna shuru kar diya —
ab is baar aur kareeb, aur saaf, aur Sajid ki aankhon ke liye.




Harsha nachti rahi.
Thakaan saaf thi. Maathe par paseena tha, gale se ek katra transparent top ke andar utar raha tha. AC band tha. Bahar ka music ab kamzor pad chuka tha, lekin usi dheemi beat par woh ruki nahi.

Sajid use dekh raha tha.
Uske dimaag mein idea aa chuka tha.

Usne dheemi, almost casual awaaz mein kaha:

“Abhi bhi tumhara dance accha nahi lag raha.”

Harsha ke pair ek pal rukse.

“Ab kya achha nahi lag raha?”

Sajid ne uske badan ko upar se neeche dekha.

“Dance.
Paseene ki wajah se yeh dress chipak gaya hai.
Moves samajh nahi aa rahe hai aur paseene ki wajh ye
Kapda atak raha hai, tumhara bhi sahi se badan nahi dikh raha.
Aisa lag raha hai jaise tu sirf hil rahi hai… nach nahi rahi.”

Harsha ki saans tez ho gayi.
Uske ego ko phir chubhan hui.

“Matlab?”

Sajid ne kandha uchkaya.

“Matlab jo dikhana hai, woh kapde chhupa rahe hain.
Agar tera dance sach mein itna accha hai…
toh kapde beech mein mat la.
Ek-ek karke utaar.
Phir dikh jaayega asal dance ”

Harsha chup rahi.
Uske andar sankoch tha.
Lekin uske saath woh baat bhi thi jo usse kone se nikaal chuki thi —
yeh phir se mera dance kharab bol raha hai.

Kuch der aur nachti rahi.
Paseena aur badha. Top ab uske stanon se bilkul chipak gaya tha. Transparent kapda geela hokar aur zyada saaf ho gaya tha.

Aakhir usne saans lete hue kaha:

“Theek hai.
Teri baat… galat nahi hai.”

Sajid ke chehre par koi jeet nahi dikhi.
Usne bas itna kaha:

“Toh shuru kar.
Khud.
Ek-ek karke.”

Harsha ki ungliyan uske top ke kinare par gayi.
Woh ek second ruki, Sajid saamne usko nanga hona bura nhi lag raha tha kyo ki uske pehale bhi o nangi ho chuki thi lekin us purane ghar ke room me thoda andhera tha,, fir thodi der ruk kar khud raaji hoti hai kapde utaarne ke liye

Phir usne peela transparent top upar se pakda aur dheere-dheere utaar diya.

Top neeche gir gaya.

Aur fir se nacha ne lagi

Ab uske upar sirf transparent bra thi.
Paseene se chamakta hua gora badan, dance se hilte hue staan, bra ke neeche unka wazan saaf.

Harsha ne apne haath seene par nahi rakhe.
Ego ne usse rok liya.
Woh wahi khadi rahi, saans bhaari, aankhein Sajid par.

Sajid ne use dekha, lekin turant nahi chhua.
Usne awaaz ko aur naram kiya:

“Ab thoda saaf dikha.
Lekin abhi bhi adhoora hai.
Yeh bra… moves ko rok rahi hai.
Jab tu hilti hai toh kapda pehle hilta hai, tu baad mein.”

Harsha ki bhaowein tani.

“Tumhe bas mere kapde utarne ko kehna hai.”

Sajid ne turant kaha:

“Nahi.
Mujhe dekhna hai tera dance.
Tu khud keh rahi thi na — main accha nachti hoon.
Toh poora dikha.
Ya phir maan le, wahan wala dance hi last tha.”

Yeh aakhri baat uske ego par lag gayi.

Harsha ne peeche haath le jaakar transparent bra ka hook khola.
Dheere se straps utaare.
Bra neeche gir gayi.

Uske staan ab nange the.
Paseene ki wajah se chamak rahe the. Dance ki bachi hui garmi se nipple sakht the.
Har saans par woh narm, bhari hui chhaatiyaan hil rahi thin.

Harsha ke gaal laal the.
Woh sharma rahi thi, lekin peeche nahi hati.

Usne dabi awaaz mein kaha:

“Ab…
Ab bol.
Ab bhi nahi dikh raha kya?”

Sajid ki nazar uske stanon par ruki, phir uski aankhon par aayi.

“Ab upar se dikh raha hai.
Neeche abhi bhi pant hai.
Woh bhi chipki hui hai.
Gaand ka move abhi bhi kapde ke andar daba hua hai.”

Harsha ne hoth dabaye.

“Ek-ek karke…
tumne kaha tha.”

Sajid ne halka sa nod kiya.

“Haan.
Ab next.
Khud.”

Harsha ke haath uski peeli pant ke nada par gaye.
Ungliyan kaampi.
Dar aur uttejana dono saath the.
Woh chudwane ke liye taiyar thi — lekin yeh utarna uske liye ab bhi ek soch ka pal tha.

Usne nada khola.
Pant dheere-dheere hips se utri, phir neeche gir gayi.

Ab uske neeche sirf transparent panty thi.
Paseene aur pehle se geeli hui panty uske curves par chipki thi.
Uske beech ka hissa saaf jhalak raha tha.

Harsha ab almost nangi thi.
Light ke neeche, Sajid ke saamne.
Dance abhi poora khatam nahi hua tha.

Sajid ne ek kadam bhi nahi badhaya.
Usne sirf itna kaha, awaaz gehari lekin control mein:

“Ab nach.
Ab koi kapda beech mein nahi.
Ab dikh jaayega…
tera dance asal mein kaisa hai.”

Harsha ki saans ruki-ruki si nikal rahi thi.
Usne apne nange stanon, apni panty, Sajid ki nazar — sab mehsoos kiya.

Phir usne kamar hilayi.

Is baar uske staan bina kisi top ke hilne lage.
Uski gaand panty ke andar se uth-gir rahi thi.
Paseena uske gore badan par chamak raha tha.

Woh nach rahi thi.
Sharm ke saath.
Ego ke saath.
Aur us andarle dar ke saath — ki yeh raat yahin tak nahi rukne wali.

Sajid use dekh raha tha.
Uske haath abhi bhi uske paas nahi the.
Lekin uski soch saaf thi —
ab ladki khud utar chuki hai.
Ab zor ki zaroorat nahi.

Usne dheemi awaaz mein last baat kahi:

“Panty…
woh bhi chipki hui hai.
Jab tu taiyar ho.”

Harsha ki aankhein us par atak gayi.
Uske hoth khule, lekin jawab nahi aaya.
Uske haath dheere-dheere panty ke kinare ki tarf jaane lge the


Harsha ke haath panty ke elastic kinaron par the.
Ungliyan chipki hui patti ko pakad chuki thin. Ek jhatke mein woh utar sakti thi.

Tabhi…

Bahar ka music achanak band ho gaya.

Kamre mein ekdum shanti aa gayi
Sirf unki saansein ki awaj bachi thi

Harsha ruk gayi.
Uske haath panty par hi the, lekin ab niche nahi khisak rahe the.
Ujala mein uska nanga upar ka badan, neeche woh aakhri kapda, aur yeh achanak si khamoshi — uske sankoch ko wapas le aayi.

Sajid ne uske haath ko rukte hue dekh liya.
Uske dimaag mein turant baat aa gayi ki
ab yeh nahi utaaregi.

Usne awaaz ko halka, almost befikr rakha.

“Bas?
Yahin ruk gayi?”

Harsha ne nazar nahi uthayi.

“Music… band ho gaya.”

Tumne ne do step bhi nahi liye.

Usne sirf itna kaha:

“Isliye panty reh jaayegi ?
Wahan poori bheed ke saamne nachi.
Yahan ek aadmi ke saamne aakhri kapda bhi nahi utar sakti?”

Harsha ke hoth dabe.

Sajid ne thoda aur chubhne wala kaha:

“Ab samajh aa gaya.
Tera dance kapdon ke sahare tha.
Jab beat gayi, himmat bhi gayi.
Ordinary isi liye lag raha tha.”

Harsha ki aankhein uth kar us par aayi.
Ego phir se jal utha.

“Ordinary nahi tha.”

“Toh prove kar.
Music bahar se nahi aayega.
Mere phone se aayega.
Lekin pehle yeh panty nikal.
Warna maan ja ki tu sirf tab nach sakti hai jab log dekh rahe hon aur kapda bacha ho.”

Harsha kuch seconds khadi rahi.
Uske haath ab bhi elastic par the.
Dar tha. Uttejana thi.
Aur yeh baat thi ki woh is ladke se haar nahi maanna chahti thi.

Usne dheemi, kaampi awaaz mein kaha:

“Phone… chalao.”

Sajid ne turant phone nikala.
Ek dheema, heavy beat wala gaana on kiya.
Kamre mein ab sirf wahi awaaz thi.

Harsha ne saans bhari.

Phir usne panty ke dono kinaron ko pakda aur dheere-dheere neeche utaar diya.
Panty uske pairon tak aayi, usne unhe nikaal kar ek taraf fek diya.

Ab woh bilkul nangi thi.

Paseene se chamakta gora badan.
Nange staan.
Nangi gaand.
Beech mein uski choot — dance aur sharm se thodi si sooji, thodi si geeli.

Light uske har hisse par pad rahi thi.

Sajid ki nazar ne use poora le liya, lekin usne abhi bhi haath nahi lagaya.

Usne sirf itna kaha:

“Ab nach.
Ab koi bahana nahi.
Na kapda, na bahar ka music.
Sirf tu.”

Harsha ki saans tez thi.
Woh ek pal apne nange hon ko mehsoos karti rahi.

Phir phone ke beat par usne kamar hilayi.

Is baar sab kuch nanga hil raha tha.
Uske staan bina bra ke zor se kaamp rahe the.
Uski gaand bina panty ke uth-gir rahi thi.
Uske pairon ke beech har move saaf tha.

Woh Sajid ke saamne nangi nach rahi thi.
Sharm ke saath.
Ego ke saath.
Aur is jaan-bujhkar kiye hue faisle ke saath ki usne aakhri kapda khud utaara.

Sajid use dekh raha tha.
Ab uske paas bahana nahi tha rokne ka.
Aur Harsha ke paas bhi nahi tha chhupane ka.

Harsha nachti rahi.
Phone ka music chal raha tha.
Woh rukna nahi chahti thi — jab tak Sajid na bole ki uska dance accha hai.

Pehle paanch minute uske pair tez the.
Nange staan har beat par hil rahe the, nangi gaand uth-gir rahi thi.
Uske chehre par abhi bhi sharm thi, lekin ego use chala raha tha.

Das minute baad paseena phir se aa gaya.
Gale se seene par, seene se pet par, pet se neeche tak.
Uske gore badan par paani ke katre chamak rahe the.
Saans bhaari ho chuki thi, lekin usne speed nahi ghatayi.

Pandrah minute par uske pair kaampne lage.
Woh beech-beech mein Sajid ko dekhti —
bolta hai ya nahi.

Sajid kuch nahi bol raha tha.
Sirf dekh raha tha.

Bees minute.

Harsha ab thak chuki thi.
Maatha geela tha, hoth khule the, saans upar-neeche chal rahi thi.
Uske staan ab thakaan se bhi hil rahe the, uski gaand ab pehle jaisi tez nahi uth rahi thi… lekin woh ruki nahi.

Tabhi Sajid ne music ki volume thodi kam ki.

Usne dheemi, saaf awaaz mein kaha:

“Ruk.”

Harsha ruki.
Saans ke liye jhuk si gayi.

Sajid ne use upar se neeche dekha, phir uski aankhon mein dekhte hue bola:

“Ab bolta hoon.
Tera dance accha hai.
Wahan wala bhi accha tha.
Yahan wala… usse bhi zyada.”

Harsha ki aankhein uthin.

Sajid ne aage kaha:

“Tu duniya ki sabse acchi dancer hai.
Is room mein jo tune kiya, woh koi ordinary ladki nahi kar sakti.
Har move mein jaan thi.
Tera badan music ko samajhta hai.
Main jhoot nahi bol raha —
tune mujhe dekhte-dekhte hila diya.”

Harsha ke chehre par thakaan ke peeche ek muskaan aa gayi.
Woh himmat uske andar utar gayi.
Use lagne laga — haan, main accha nachti hoon.
Sach mein accha.

Usne saans lete hue kaha:

“Ab… maan gaye?”

Sajid ne nod kiya.

“Haan.
Ab maan gaya.”

Phir usne thoda ruk kar kaha:

“Ab naha kar aa.
Paseena poora hai.
Baal mat geele karna.
Sirf badan dho lena.”

Harsha ek pal uski taraf dekhti rahi.
Uske nange badan par ab bhi dance ki garmi thi.
Lekin uski baat usey buri nahi lagi.
Usne halka sa sar hilaya aur bathroom ki taraf chali gayi.

Bathroom se paani ki awaaz aane lagi.

Harsha ne baal upar kar liye.
Unhe geela nahi kiya.
Usne apna poora badan paani se dho daala —
seena, pet, haath, pair, gaand, choot.
Paseena utar gaya.
Garam paani ke baad uski twacha aur bhi naram aur saaf ho gayi.

Woh towel se poonchti hui bahar aayi.
Baal sookhe the, thode bikhre hue.
Baaki poora jism geela-geela, saaf, nanga.

Room ki light mein woh wapas aayi.
Sajid abhi bhi wahi tha.

Harsha ke badan se paani ke kuch katre ab bhi beh rahe the —
ek katra seene se neeche, ek kamar se hota hua.

Woh darwaze ke paas ruki.
Nahi chipki.
Nahi kone mein gayi.

Dance ki taarif ab bhi uske chehre par thi.
Aur uske saath woh jaan bhi thi jo bees minute ke nange nach ne uske andar chhod di thi.





Harsha bathroom se nikli toh thodi theek lag rahi thi.
Nahaane se uski thakaan kuch kam ho gayi thi. Badan saaf tha, twacha naram thi, saans ab pehle jaisi bhaari nahi thi.

Sajid befikr tha.
Ghar mein koi nahi tha.
Aane wala bhi koi nahi tha.
Raat unki thi.

Jab Harsha bathroom gayi thi, tab Sajid ko samajh aa gaya tha —
yeh abhi thak chuki hai, isko energy chahiye.

Usne kitchen se energy drink ka powder nikaal liya.
Glass mein daal diya.

Paani nahi daala.

Usne paani ki jagah apna moot us powder mein mila diya.
Peele powder ne uski garmi aur smell ko thoda daba diya.
Glass ke upar se woh ek normal energy drink jaisa hi dikh raha tha.

Harsha jab naha kar wapas aayi — baal sookhe, badan dhula, nangi —
tab Sajid ne pehle uski taarif phir se ki.

“Ab toh aur bhi acchi lag rahi hai.
Nahaane ke baad tera rang saaf ho gaya.
Aur tera dance… main phir kehta hoon,
tu duniya ki sabse acchi dancer hai.
Aaj raat maine jo dekha, woh bhoolne wala nahi.”

Harsha ke chehre par halki muskaan aa gayi.
Taarif uske andar utar rahi thi.
Use lag raha tha ki uska nach sach mein khaas tha.

Sajid ne glass aage kiya.

“Thak gayi hai.
Yeh pee le.
Energy drink hai.
Isse thakaan utregi.”

Harsha ne glass dekha.
Thoda sa socha, phir le liya.
Nangi khadi hokar, Sajid ki taarif ke baad, usse inkaar nahi hua.

Usne pehle ek ghoont liya.

Swad thoda ajeeb tha — powder ki meethas ke neeche ek namkeen, garam si chubhan.
Lekin energy drink ke naam par usne nahi socha.

Sajid use dekh raha tha.

Harsha ne doosra ghoont liya.
Phir teesra.
Dheere-dheere glass ka kaafi hissa uske gale se utar gaya.

Usne hoth chaat kar kaha:

“Swad… thoda alag hai.”

Sajid ne shaant swar mein kaha:

“Powder strong hai.
Pee ja.
Poora.”

Harsha ne baaki drink bhi pee li.
Uske gale se woh garam, ajeeb sa liquid utarta hua gaya.
Uske pet mein ek ajnabi si garmi faili.

Usne glass wapas diya.

“Ab… thakaan kam lagegi?”

Sajid ne uske kareeb aate hue kaha:

“Haan.
Ab energy aayegi.
Aur jo tune abhi piya…
woh sirf drink nahi tha.”

Harsha ki bhaowein thodi si uthin.
Lekin poori baat abhi uske dimaag mein nahi baithi thi.
Uske hothon par ab bhi us drink ka swad tha —
jo woh energy samajh kar pee chuki thi.

Sajid ke chehre par ek gehra, shaant sa control tha.
Usne usse nanga dekha tha.
Usse nachwaya tha.
Aur ab uske andar apna moot utaar chuka tha.

Ghar khaali tha.
Koi aane wala nahi tha.




Sajid ne Harsha ko dekha — nangi, nahi hui, taarif se thodi khili hui.

Usne kaha:

“Neeche baith.”

Harsha bed ke kinaare baith gayi.

Sajid ne apni pant ka button khola, zip kheenchi, aur pant neeche utaar di.
Aaj usne underwear nahi pehni thi.
Neeche se woh turant nanga ho gaya.

Pichhle ek ghante se zyada usne Harsha ka dance dekha tha.
Pehle kapdon mein, phir nanga.
Uska lund tab se khada tha.
Poora 10 inch, sakht, garam, upar ki taraf tana hua.

Woh Harsha ke saamne aa kar khada ho gaya.
Upar se neeche tak nanga.

Harsha ki aankhein uske lund par atak gayi.
Subah wala yaad aa gaya — tab 6 inch tak hi gaya tha uske munh mein.
Aaj yeh usse lamba aur mota dikh raha tha.

Sajid ne uske baalon mein haath rakha, lekin abhi pakda nahi.

“Tera dance dekh kar yeh bahut der se khada hai.
Isko choos.
Shant kar.”

Harsha ne hoth dabaye.
Thoda sankoch tha, lekin woh peeche nahi hati.
Usne haath badhaakar uska lund pakad liya.
Garam tha. Bhaari tha.
Hath mein poora nahi aa raha tha.

Sajid aaj thoda hard blowjob lene ka soch chuka tha.
Pehle pyaar, phir dhakke, phir gehra.

Harsha ne pehle tip ko chooma.
Phir jeebh feri.
Phir munh kholkar dheere-dheere andar liya.

Pehle sirf 3-4 inch.
Phir 5.
Phir wahi 6 inch jahan subah rukti thi.

Sajid ne pehle das minute use aise hi choosne diya.
Pyaar se.
Uske baal sahlaata raha.
Kabhi-kabhi sirf itna kehta:

“Haan… aise.
Dheere.
Jeebh ghumate hue.”

Harsha usi andaaz mein choos rahi thi.
Thuk se lund geela ho gaya.
Uske hoth uske around tight the.
Woh 6 inch tak le jaati, rukti, nikal ti, phir se leti.
Gale tak nahi jaa rahi thi.

Das minute baad Sajid ki saans badli.

Usne uske baalon ko thoda kas liya.

“Ab thoda aur.”

Harsha samajh gayi, lekin poora taiyar nahi thi.

Sajid ne ab har 2 second par halka dhakka dena shuru kiya.
Speed tez nahi thi.
Bas ek-ek dhakka —
andar, ruko, thoda aur andar.

6 se 7.
7 se 8.

Harsha ki aankhein bhar aayi.
Uske gale ne rokne ki koshish ki.
Lekin Sajid ruka nahi.
Dhakke halka hi the, lekin ruk-ruk kar gehre ho rahe the.

“Lo… aur.
Subah 6 tha.
Aaj 10 lena hai.”

Harsha ne “mmm” ki awaaz mein kuch kaha, lekin munh bhara hua tha.
Thuk uske kinaron se behne laga.
Aankhon se paani nikal aaya.

Paanch minute aise hi chale —
2 second ka gap, halka dhakka, thoda aur gehra.

Phir Sajid ne pressure badha diya.

Ab dhakke zor ke the.
Lekin speed ab bhi kam thi.
Jaldbazi nahi.
Har dhakka soch-samajh kar, andar tak.

8 inch.
Phir 9.

Harsha ke nakhun uski ran par lag gaye.
Uske gale se dab-dab ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Woh saans lene ke liye nikalna chahti thi, lekin Sajid uske sir ko sambhaale hue tha —
zor se nahi, lekin chhodne bhi nahi de raha tha.

Aakhri dhakke aur gehre hue.

10 inch.

Lund uske gale tak baith gaya.
Harsha ki aankhein poori bhar aayi.
Uske hoth uski jad tak chipak gaye.
Woh ruki, kaampi, lekin munh nahi hataya.

Sajid ne wahan rok kar kaha:

“Yahin.
Poora.
Aaj yahi lena hai.”

Phir usne wahi gehra dhakka dobara diya.
Speed kam.
Zor zyada.
Har 2-3 second baad ek gehra dhakka, jo uske munh ko poora bhar deta.

Harsha ke thuk ki dhaar uski thuddi par beh rahi thi.
Saans naak se nikal rahi thi.
Uske nange staan har dhakke par hil rahe the.

Sajid upar se use dekh raha tha — ek amir ghr ki ladki aj uska lund chus rahi o bhi nangi ladki, ghutnon ke bal, 10 inch gale tak mera lund lekar chus rahi hai
aur woh khud control mein, hard, lekin dheere.

Usne baalon ko sahlaate hue, awaaz gehari rakhte hue kaha:

“Choosti reh.
Shant nahi hua abhi.
Aur gehra.
Aur der.”

Harsha ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske munh mein uska lund tha — aaj poora.
Aur Sajid ke dhakke ab bhi dheeme the, lekin har dhakka uske gale ke andar tak jaa raha tha.

 

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Harsha nach to rahi thi, lekin uske andar ek bechaini thi.
Music tez tha, log naach rahe the, uska badan bhi rhythm mein hil raha tha — gaand dheere-dheere uth-gir rahi thi, staan narm andolan kar rahe the — lekin uski nazar baar-baar gate aur courtyard ke konon par jaati.

Woh chahti thi ki Sajid yeh dance dekhe.
Uske mann mein ek baar phir woh soch aayi — agar woh yahan hota, toh uski nazar uske har andolan par rukti. Transparent yellow top ke neeche uske stanon ka hilna, pant ke andar uski gaand ka uthna… sab kuch uski aankhon ke liye hota.

Isliye uska nach thoda bechain sa tha.
Nazakat thi, sharm thi, lekin us sharm ke peeche ek intezaar bhi tha.

Kuch der aur beet gayi.

Tabhi Harsha ki nazar achaanak ek kone mein chali gayi.

Wahan, thodi door, ek kursi par Sajid baitha hua tha.

Harsha ke pair ek pal ke liye ruk se gaye.
Uske chehre par pehle hairani, phir ek gehri, dabi hui muskaan aa gayi.
Woh muskaan itni saaf thi ki uske hoth khud-b-khud khil uthe. Uske aankhon mein wahi garmi laut aayi jo subah uske room mein thi.

Woh ab dance karte-karte bhi usi kone ko dekh rahi thi.
Uske stanon ka andolan, uski kamar ka mor — sab kuch jaise ab sirf usi ke liye ho raha ho.

Tabhi…

Harsha ki maa, jo thodi door khadi hokar program dekh rahi thi, uske chehre par wo muskaan dekh kar ruk gayi.

Usne socha — yeh itni muskurati kyun rahi hai?

Maa ne Harsha ki nazar ka peecha kiya.

Pehle log, phir lights, phir woh kona…
aur wahan Sajid.

Maa ki aankhein ek pal ke liye us par atak gayin.

Harsha ki muskaan, uski nazar ka ruka hua rehna, uske badan ki bechaini, aur Sajid ka wahan baitha hona — sab kuch ek saath jud gaya.

Harsha ki maa ko sab samajh aa gaya.

Uske chehre ka rang thoda sa badal gaya.
Woh kuch nahi boli, lekin uski nazar ab Harsha aur Sajid dono par thi.
Uske andar ek sawal, ek shak, aur ek gehri samajh paida ho gayi thi.

Harsha abhi bhi nahi jaanti thi ki uski maa ne sab dekh liya hai.
Woh toh bas Sajid ko dekhte hue, dheeme se muskurate hue nach rahi thi — jaise uska intezaar khatam ho gaya ho.


Sajid ke dikhte hi Harsha ke andar jo bechaini thi, woh tut si gayi.
Uske chehre ki muskaan aur gehri ho gayi. Music ki beat jaise uske khoon mein utar gayi.Ab uske dance mein josh aa gaya.Woh pehle se zyada khulkar nachne lagi.
Uske staan ab thode zor se hilne lage. Transparent yellow top ke neeche unka wazan saaf dikh raha tha — har dhakke ke saath woh narm, bhari hui chhaatiyaan upar-neeche,thodi si left-right hil rahi thin.
Lekin usne kabhi unhe haath se nahi pakda, kabhi jaan-bujhkar zyada nahi uchhala. Woh sirf dance ke flow mein the.
Phir bhi unka andolan itna saaf aur mazboot tha ki dekhne wale ek pal ke liye saans rok kar dekh jaate.Uske neeche, peeli pant mein uski gaand ab aur tez hil rahi thi.
Woh use uthati, ghumati, thoda zor se peeche ko dhakelti — lekin nazakat ke saath.
Har lift mein uski gol gaand ka shape aur clear ho jaata. Pant tight thi, isliye har harkat uske curves ko aur zyada dikha deti.Yeh dance ashleel nahi tha.
Koi gandi harkat nahi, koi overacting nahi.
Yeh ek accha, strong, feminine dance tha — lekin usme ek aisi garmi thi jo chhup nahi rahi thi.
Uske boobs ka zor se hilna, uski gaand ka tez andolan — dono cheezein itni natural thi ki log naachne ke bajaye usse dekhne par majboor ho rahe the.
Harsha ki aankhein beech-beech mein Sajid par jaati.
Jab unki nazar milti, toh uske dance mein aur bhi jaan aa jaati.
Woh jaise usi ke liye nach rahi ho.Sajid kona mein baitha hua tha.
Uske chehre par koi badi expression nahi thi, lekin uski nazar Harsha ke badan se hat nahi rahi thi.
Woh uske stanon ke hilne ko dekh raha tha, uski gaand ke uthne-girne ko dekh raha tha — aur uske andar wahi aag phir se jag uthi thi jo subah un dono ke beech lagi thi.



Harsha ki maa ab bhi door se dekh rahi thi.
Uske chehre par tension aur samajh dono saaf thi.
Woh dekh rahi thi ki uski beti ke dance mein achanak itna josh kyun aa gaya… aur uski nazar baar-baar kis taraf jaa rahi hai.Harsha ko is pal ka ehsaas tha.
Woh sharmate hue bhi ruk nahi rahi thi.
Uske boobs thode aur zor se hil rahe the, uski gaand thodi aur tez hil rahi thi — lekin sab kuch dance ki hadh mein, nazakat ke saath.Courtyard mein music gunj raha tha.
Aur beech mein Harsha… peele transparent kapdon mein, apne badan ko itne acche se hila rahi thi ki uska har andolan Sajid tak pahunch raha tha.

Harsha kuch der aur nachti rahi.
Sajid ke saamne uske dance mein jo josh aaya tha, usne usse aur der tak sambhaale rakha. Uske staan ab bhi narm lekin zor se hil rahe the, uski gaand har beat par uth-gir rahi thi.
Lekin dheere-dheere thakaan chhaane lagi.Uske maathe par paseena aa gaya. Saans tez ho gayi.
Aakhir mein woh dance chhodkar ek taraf ki khursee par jaakar baith gayi.
Peela transparent top uske seene se chipka hua tha, uske stanon ka shape ab bhi saaf dikh raha tha. Woh paani peene ke liye glass uthane lagi, lekin uski nazar phir bhi Sajid ki taraf thi.Idhar Pratibha, jo ab tak apni beti ko baar-baar dekh rahi thi, usse baitha hua dekhkar thodi der ke liye nazar hata leti hai.
Uske chehre par ab bhi woh shak tha, lekin usne socha — abhi toh baithi hai.Tabhi peeche se awaaz aayi.“Pratibha!”Uske bhai Mukesh aa gaye the.“Sun, ghar ki badi ladki hai tu. Mandir mein haldi tujhe aur kuch bade-buzurgon ke saath leke jaana hai.
Yeh aakhri puja hai, bas ho gaya phir.”Pratibha ne turant haan ki.
Yeh kaam talne wala nahi tha. Woh uth khadi hui aur Mukesh ke saath kuch aur umr-rasidah rishtedaron ko lete hue mandir ki taraf nikal gayi.Yeh baat Harsha tak bhi pahunch gayi.
Usne suna ki maa mandir jaa rahi hai, aakhri puja ke liye.



Sajid ne bhi sun liya.Uske chehre par ek pal ke liye kuch nahi dikha, lekin uski aankhon mein saaf tha — yeh mauka hai.Usne Harsha ki taraf dekha.
Harsha bhi usi waqt uski taraf dekh rahi thi.Sajid ne kuch nahi bola.
Usne bas dheere se sir se ishara kiya — wahi kamra.
Woh wahi room jahan subah un dono ke beech woh sab hua tha.Usne aankhon se kaha:Chal. Abhi.Harsha ki saans ek pal ke liye ruki.
Uske gaal thode laal ho gaye. Usne aas-paas dekha — maa nikal chuki thi, log sangeet mein busy the, koi unki taraf khaas dhyan nahi de raha tha.Usne halka sa sar hilaya.
Haan.Sajid pehle uth kar dheere-dheere us taraf nikal gaya, jaise normal si walk kar raha ho.
Harsha ne do-teen second intezaar kiya, phir khursee se uthi aur usi raaste par peeche-peeche chali.Uske transparent top mein uske staan ab bhi saans ke saath hil rahe the.
Uske andar wahi garmi phir se jag uthi thi.Dono usi kamre ki taraf badh rahe the.

Dono ghar ke kareeb pahunch chuke the.
Sajid aage-aage usi pehle wale kamre ki taraf jaa raha tha.Tabhi Harsha ne uska haath pakad liya.Sajid ruka.Harsha uske kareeb aayi. Uske transparent top mein uske staan saans ke saath hil rahe the. Usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha:“Woh kamra nahi.
Tere ghar chalte hain.”Sajid ne uski taraf dekha.Harsha ne aur chhupke kaha:“Teri maa wahan nahi hai.
Aur meri maa… Pratibha… morning mein aayegi.
Yeh ghar, jahan main do din se ruki hui hoon… yahi tera ghar hai.
Yahan dono ke liye safe hai.
Mere room chalo.”Sajid ko baat samajh aa gayi.Sach mein — Sajid ki maa wahan maujood nahi thi.
Pratibha ab mandir gayi hui thi aur morning se pehle wapas nahi aane wali thi.
Yeh raat unke haath mein thi.Usne halka sa sar upr kiya.“Chal.”Ab dono andar ki taraf badhne lage.
Harsha thoda aage, Sajid uske peeche.
Kadam tez the, lekin awaaz nahi nikal rahe the.Woh Harsha ke room ke darwaze tak pahunch gaye.
Harsha ne peeche mudkar Sajid ko dekha. Uske hothon par dabi hui muskaan thi.Usne darwaza khola, Sajid ko andar kheench liya, aur turant lock laga diya.Click.Kamra andhera sa tha.
Bahar se dheemi sangeet ki awaaz aa rahi thi.


Sajid ne haath badhaakar switch daba diya.Light on hui.Peela ujala poore room mein fail gaya.Jaise hi roshni aayi, Harsha sharmaate hue room ke ek kone mein chali gayi.
Usne apne baal chehre ke aage kar liye, transparent top ke neeche apne seene ko jaise chhupaane ki koshish ki.
Ghadi mein raat ke sirf 11:30 baje the.Uske andar ek ajeeb sa dar tha… aur uske saath uttejana bhi.Woh soch rahi thi —
Ab yeh raat hai. Ab dono akele hain.
Kahi yeh is room mein aaj mujhe chod na de




Sach yeh tha ki woh chudwane ke liye taiyar thi.
Subah jo hua tha, dance ke time jo uske badan mein jagah tha, woh sab uske andar zinda tha.
Lekin ab light mein, is khule hue kamre mein, uske saamne khade hokar, usse sankoch ho raha tha.
Jhijhak ho rahi thi.
Woh kone mein khadi thi, honth dabe hue, saans tez, aankhein neeche.Idhar Sajid use dekh raha tha.Uske mann mein pehla khayal seedha tha —
Abhi pakadkar chhod doon.Harsha uske saamne thi. Transparent top, uske staan, uski peeli pant, uska sharmata hua chehra.
Mauka saaf tha.Lekin doosra khayal usse rok gaya.Itni sundar ladki hai.
Agar abhi zor kiya, agar woh gussa ho gayi, haath se nikal gayi…
toh dubara nahi milegi.Sajid ruka.
Usne ek kadam aage nahi badhaya.Usne socha — is pal sirf lene se kaam nahi chalega.
Kuch aur karna padega.
Dheere. Aise ki woh khud kone se bahar aaye.
Aise ki uski jhijhak toote, lekin gussa na aaye.Woh thodi der wahi khada raha, light ke neeche, Harsha ko kone mein dekhta hua.
Uske chehre par koi bhookh nahi dikhai di… jaan-bujhkar.Usne awaaz ko naram rakha:“Itni door kyun khadi ho?”Harsha ne jawab nahi diya.
Usne bas apne haath ko top ke upar aur kas liya.Sajid ne samajh liya.
Aaj raat jaldi nahi karni.
Pehle uske dar ko utarna hai.
Uske sankoch ko todna hai.
Uske andar jo taiyari hai, usse khud bahar aane dena hai.Woh dheere-dheere, bina chhue, uske thoda kareeb aaya.
Itna nahi ki woh dar ke peeche hat jaaye.
Bas itna ki uski awaaz us tak pahunch jaaye.“Main kuch nahi karunga…
jab tak tu khud na kahe.”Harsha ki aankhein uth kar us par atak gayi.
Uske andar dar aur uttejana ab ek saath kaamp rahe the

Sajid kone ke thoda kareeb aaya, lekin usse chhua nahi.
Usne awaaz ko halka, almost normal rakha.

“Wahan logon ke saamne itna nach rahi thi…
Yahan aake kone mein chipak gayi.”

Harsha ne nazar uthayi.
Uske hothon par jawab tha, lekin nikla nahi.

Sajid ne dheere se muskuraate hue kaha:

“Main sochta tha tera dance dekhne aaya hoon.
Yahan toh tu khadi-khadi sharma rahi hai.”

Harsha ki bhaowein thodi si tani.

“Main thak gayi thi.”

“Thak gayi?” Sajid ne halka sa sir hilaya.
“Wahan ek ghante se zyada nachi. Yahan do minute bhi nahi nach sakti?”

Harsha chup rahi.
Lekin uska pair halka sa hil gaya, jaise body abhi bhi music yaad rakhe hue ho.

Sajid ne usi darar ko pakad liya.

“Sach bataun?” usne kaha, awaaz mein ek halka sa taunt tha.
“Tera dance… utna accha bhi nahi tha.”

Harsha ki aankhein uth kar us par atak gayi.

“Kya?”

Sajid ne dheere se kandha uchkaya.

“Haan. Log dekh rahe the, isliye lag raha tha.
Asliyat mein thoda… ordinary tha.
Boobs hilaye, gaand uthayi, bas.
Dance kam, dikhawa zyada.”

Harsha ke chehre ka rang badal gaya.
Sharm ke saath-saath ab ego bhi chubh gaya.

“Ordinary?” usne teekhi awaaz mein kaha.
“Tumhe dance aata bhi hai jo meri tarif utaar rahe ho?”

Sajid ne bas itna kaha:

“Jo dikha, woh bola.
Agar itna accha hai, toh yahan dikha.
Kone mein khade-khade nahi.”

Harsha kuch seconds chup rahi.
Uske andar dar abhi bhi tha.
Lekin uske saath ek aur cheez jag uthi thi —
yeh mujhe kharab dance bol raha hai?

Woh kone se ek kadam aage aayi.

Phir ek aur.

Ab woh light ke neeche thi.
Peela transparent top, uske staan, uski peeli pant — sab Sajid ke saamne.

Usne baal peeche kiye aur seedha uski aankhon mein dekha.

“Theek hai.
Dekh lo.
Phir bolna ordinary.”

Kamre mein koi music nahi tha.
Sirf bahar se dheemi sangeet ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

Harsha ne usi beat par apna badan hilana shuru kiya.

Pehle kamar.
Phir dheere-dheere uski gaand uthne-girne lagi.
Phir uske staan — narm, bhari hui, transparent top ke neeche thode zor se hilne lage.

Yeh wahan wala dance nahi tha.
Yeh sirf Sajid ke liye tha.

Woh uske saamne nach rahi thi taaki use dikha sake —
uska dance ordinary nahi hai.
Har harkat mein nazakat thi, lekin ab usme ek jaan thi.
Ego ne uski jhijhak ko peeche dhakel diya tha.

Sajid chup chap dekh raha tha.
Uske chehre par wohi shaant expression thi, lekin uski nazar Harsha ke har andolan par thi —
uske stanon ke hilne par, uski gaand ke uthne par, uske hothon ke khulne par.

Harsha nachte-nachte aur kareeb aa gayi.
Ab woh kone mein nahi thi.
Woh Sajid ke saamne thi.

Usne saans bhaari lete hue kaha:

“Ab bolo.
Ab bhi ordinary hai?”

Sajid ne use upar se neeche tak dekha.
Phir dheemi awaaz mein bola:

“Ab… dekhna padega.
Thoda aur nach.”

Harsha ki aankhon mein gussa aur uttejana dono the.
Lekin woh ruki nahi.
Usne aur nachna shuru kar diya —
ab is baar aur kareeb, aur saaf, aur Sajid ki aankhon ke liye.




Harsha nachti rahi.
Thakaan saaf thi. Maathe par paseena tha, gale se ek katra transparent top ke andar utar raha tha. AC band tha. Bahar ka music ab kamzor pad chuka tha, lekin usi dheemi beat par woh ruki nahi.

Sajid use dekh raha tha.
Uske dimaag mein idea aa chuka tha.

Usne dheemi, almost casual awaaz mein kaha:

“Abhi bhi tumhara dance accha nahi lag raha.”

Harsha ke pair ek pal rukse.

“Ab kya achha nahi lag raha?”

Sajid ne uske badan ko upar se neeche dekha.

“Dance.
Paseene ki wajah se yeh dress chipak gaya hai.
Moves samajh nahi aa rahe hai aur paseene ki wajh ye
Kapda atak raha hai, tumhara bhi sahi se badan nahi dikh raha.
Aisa lag raha hai jaise tu sirf hil rahi hai… nach nahi rahi.”

Harsha ki saans tez ho gayi.
Uske ego ko phir chubhan hui.

“Matlab?”

Sajid ne kandha uchkaya.

“Matlab jo dikhana hai, woh kapde chhupa rahe hain.
Agar tera dance sach mein itna accha hai…
toh kapde beech mein mat la.
Ek-ek karke utaar.
Phir dikh jaayega asal dance ”

Harsha chup rahi.
Uske andar sankoch tha.
Lekin uske saath woh baat bhi thi jo usse kone se nikaal chuki thi —
yeh phir se mera dance kharab bol raha hai.

Kuch der aur nachti rahi.
Paseena aur badha. Top ab uske stanon se bilkul chipak gaya tha. Transparent kapda geela hokar aur zyada saaf ho gaya tha.

Aakhir usne saans lete hue kaha:

“Theek hai.
Teri baat… galat nahi hai.”

Sajid ke chehre par koi jeet nahi dikhi.
Usne bas itna kaha:

“Toh shuru kar.
Khud.
Ek-ek karke.”

Harsha ki ungliyan uske top ke kinare par gayi.
Woh ek second ruki, Sajid saamne usko nanga hona bura nhi lag raha tha kyo ki uske pehale bhi o nangi ho chuki thi lekin us purane ghar ke room me thoda andhera tha,, fir thodi der ruk kar khud raaji hoti hai kapde utaarne ke liye

Phir usne peela transparent top upar se pakda aur dheere-dheere utaar diya.

Top neeche gir gaya.

Aur fir se nacha ne lagi

Ab uske upar sirf transparent bra thi.
Paseene se chamakta hua gora badan, dance se hilte hue staan, bra ke neeche unka wazan saaf.

Harsha ne apne haath seene par nahi rakhe.
Ego ne usse rok liya.
Woh wahi khadi rahi, saans bhaari, aankhein Sajid par.

Sajid ne use dekha, lekin turant nahi chhua.
Usne awaaz ko aur naram kiya:

“Ab thoda saaf dikha.
Lekin abhi bhi adhoora hai.
Yeh bra… moves ko rok rahi hai.
Jab tu hilti hai toh kapda pehle hilta hai, tu baad mein.”

Harsha ki bhaowein tani.

“Tumhe bas mere kapde utarne ko kehna hai.”

Sajid ne turant kaha:

“Nahi.
Mujhe dekhna hai tera dance.
Tu khud keh rahi thi na — main accha nachti hoon.
Toh poora dikha.
Ya phir maan le, wahan wala dance hi last tha.”

Yeh aakhri baat uske ego par lag gayi.

Harsha ne peeche haath le jaakar transparent bra ka hook khola.
Dheere se straps utaare.
Bra neeche gir gayi.

Uske staan ab nange the.
Paseene ki wajah se chamak rahe the. Dance ki bachi hui garmi se nipple sakht the.
Har saans par woh narm, bhari hui chhaatiyaan hil rahi thin.

Harsha ke gaal laal the.
Woh sharma rahi thi, lekin peeche nahi hati.

Usne dabi awaaz mein kaha:

“Ab…
Ab bol.
Ab bhi nahi dikh raha kya?”

Sajid ki nazar uske stanon par ruki, phir uski aankhon par aayi.

“Ab upar se dikh raha hai.
Neeche abhi bhi pant hai.
Woh bhi chipki hui hai.
Gaand ka move abhi bhi kapde ke andar daba hua hai.”

Harsha ne hoth dabaye.

“Ek-ek karke…
tumne kaha tha.”

Sajid ne halka sa nod kiya.

“Haan.
Ab next.
Khud.”

Harsha ke haath uski peeli pant ke nada par gaye.
Ungliyan kaampi.
Dar aur uttejana dono saath the.
Woh chudwane ke liye taiyar thi — lekin yeh utarna uske liye ab bhi ek soch ka pal tha.

Usne nada khola.
Pant dheere-dheere hips se utri, phir neeche gir gayi.

Ab uske neeche sirf transparent panty thi.
Paseene aur pehle se geeli hui panty uske curves par chipki thi.
Uske beech ka hissa saaf jhalak raha tha.

Harsha ab almost nangi thi.
Light ke neeche, Sajid ke saamne.
Dance abhi poora khatam nahi hua tha.

Sajid ne ek kadam bhi nahi badhaya.
Usne sirf itna kaha, awaaz gehari lekin control mein:

“Ab nach.
Ab koi kapda beech mein nahi.
Ab dikh jaayega…
tera dance asal mein kaisa hai.”

Harsha ki saans ruki-ruki si nikal rahi thi.
Usne apne nange stanon, apni panty, Sajid ki nazar — sab mehsoos kiya.

Phir usne kamar hilayi.

Is baar uske staan bina kisi top ke hilne lage.
Uski gaand panty ke andar se uth-gir rahi thi.
Paseena uske gore badan par chamak raha tha.

Woh nach rahi thi.
Sharm ke saath.
Ego ke saath.
Aur us andarle dar ke saath — ki yeh raat yahin tak nahi rukne wali.

Sajid use dekh raha tha.
Uske haath abhi bhi uske paas nahi the.
Lekin uski soch saaf thi —
ab ladki khud utar chuki hai.
Ab zor ki zaroorat nahi.

Usne dheemi awaaz mein last baat kahi:

“Panty…
woh bhi chipki hui hai.
Jab tu taiyar ho.”

Harsha ki aankhein us par atak gayi.
Uske hoth khule, lekin jawab nahi aaya.
Uske haath dheere-dheere panty ke kinare ki tarf jaane lge the


Harsha ke haath panty ke elastic kinaron par the.
Ungliyan chipki hui patti ko pakad chuki thin. Ek jhatke mein woh utar sakti thi.

Tabhi…

Bahar ka music achanak band ho gaya.

Kamre mein ekdum shanti aa gayi
Sirf unki saansein ki awaj bachi thi

Harsha ruk gayi.
Uske haath panty par hi the, lekin ab niche nahi khisak rahe the.
Ujala mein uska nanga upar ka badan, neeche woh aakhri kapda, aur yeh achanak si khamoshi — uske sankoch ko wapas le aayi.

Sajid ne uske haath ko rukte hue dekh liya.
Uske dimaag mein turant baat aa gayi ki
ab yeh nahi utaaregi.

Usne awaaz ko halka, almost befikr rakha.

“Bas?
Yahin ruk gayi?”

Harsha ne nazar nahi uthayi.

“Music… band ho gaya.”

Tumne ne do step bhi nahi liye.

Usne sirf itna kaha:

“Isliye panty reh jaayegi ?
Wahan poori bheed ke saamne nachi.
Yahan ek aadmi ke saamne aakhri kapda bhi nahi utar sakti?”

Harsha ke hoth dabe.

Sajid ne thoda aur chubhne wala kaha:

“Ab samajh aa gaya.
Tera dance kapdon ke sahare tha.
Jab beat gayi, himmat bhi gayi.
Ordinary isi liye lag raha tha.”

Harsha ki aankhein uth kar us par aayi.
Ego phir se jal utha.

“Ordinary nahi tha.”

“Toh prove kar.
Music bahar se nahi aayega.
Mere phone se aayega.
Lekin pehle yeh panty nikal.
Warna maan ja ki tu sirf tab nach sakti hai jab log dekh rahe hon aur kapda bacha ho.”

Harsha kuch seconds khadi rahi.
Uske haath ab bhi elastic par the.
Dar tha. Uttejana thi.
Aur yeh baat thi ki woh is ladke se haar nahi maanna chahti thi.

Usne dheemi, kaampi awaaz mein kaha:

“Phone… chalao.”

Sajid ne turant phone nikala.
Ek dheema, heavy beat wala gaana on kiya.
Kamre mein ab sirf wahi awaaz thi.

Harsha ne saans bhari.

Phir usne panty ke dono kinaron ko pakda aur dheere-dheere neeche utaar diya.
Panty uske pairon tak aayi, usne unhe nikaal kar ek taraf fek diya.

Ab woh bilkul nangi thi.

Paseene se chamakta gora badan.
Nange staan.
Nangi gaand.
Beech mein uski choot — dance aur sharm se thodi si sooji, thodi si geeli.

Light uske har hisse par pad rahi thi.

Sajid ki nazar ne use poora le liya, lekin usne abhi bhi haath nahi lagaya.

Usne sirf itna kaha:

“Ab nach.
Ab koi bahana nahi.
Na kapda, na bahar ka music.
Sirf tu.”

Harsha ki saans tez thi.
Woh ek pal apne nange hon ko mehsoos karti rahi.

Phir phone ke beat par usne kamar hilayi.

Is baar sab kuch nanga hil raha tha.
Uske staan bina bra ke zor se kaamp rahe the.
Uski gaand bina panty ke uth-gir rahi thi.
Uske pairon ke beech har move saaf tha.

Woh Sajid ke saamne nangi nach rahi thi.
Sharm ke saath.
Ego ke saath.
Aur is jaan-bujhkar kiye hue faisle ke saath ki usne aakhri kapda khud utaara.

Sajid use dekh raha tha.
Ab uske paas bahana nahi tha rokne ka.
Aur Harsha ke paas bhi nahi tha chhupane ka.

Harsha nachti rahi.
Phone ka music chal raha tha.
Woh rukna nahi chahti thi — jab tak Sajid na bole ki uska dance accha hai.

Pehle paanch minute uske pair tez the.
Nange staan har beat par hil rahe the, nangi gaand uth-gir rahi thi.
Uske chehre par abhi bhi sharm thi, lekin ego use chala raha tha.

Das minute baad paseena phir se aa gaya.
Gale se seene par, seene se pet par, pet se neeche tak.
Uske gore badan par paani ke katre chamak rahe the.
Saans bhaari ho chuki thi, lekin usne speed nahi ghatayi.

Pandrah minute par uske pair kaampne lage.
Woh beech-beech mein Sajid ko dekhti —
bolta hai ya nahi.

Sajid kuch nahi bol raha tha.
Sirf dekh raha tha.

Bees minute.

Harsha ab thak chuki thi.
Maatha geela tha, hoth khule the, saans upar-neeche chal rahi thi.
Uske staan ab thakaan se bhi hil rahe the, uski gaand ab pehle jaisi tez nahi uth rahi thi… lekin woh ruki nahi.

Tabhi Sajid ne music ki volume thodi kam ki.

Usne dheemi, saaf awaaz mein kaha:

“Ruk.”

Harsha ruki.
Saans ke liye jhuk si gayi.

Sajid ne use upar se neeche dekha, phir uski aankhon mein dekhte hue bola:

“Ab bolta hoon.
Tera dance accha hai.
Wahan wala bhi accha tha.
Yahan wala… usse bhi zyada.”

Harsha ki aankhein uthin.

Sajid ne aage kaha:

“Tu duniya ki sabse acchi dancer hai.
Is room mein jo tune kiya, woh koi ordinary ladki nahi kar sakti.
Har move mein jaan thi.
Tera badan music ko samajhta hai.
Main jhoot nahi bol raha —
tune mujhe dekhte-dekhte hila diya.”

Harsha ke chehre par thakaan ke peeche ek muskaan aa gayi.
Woh himmat uske andar utar gayi.
Use lagne laga — haan, main accha nachti hoon.
Sach mein accha.

Usne saans lete hue kaha:

“Ab… maan gaye?”

Sajid ne nod kiya.

“Haan.
Ab maan gaya.”

Phir usne thoda ruk kar kaha:

“Ab naha kar aa.
Paseena poora hai.
Baal mat geele karna.
Sirf badan dho lena.”

Harsha ek pal uski taraf dekhti rahi.
Uske nange badan par ab bhi dance ki garmi thi.
Lekin uski baat usey buri nahi lagi.
Usne halka sa sar hilaya aur bathroom ki taraf chali gayi.

Bathroom se paani ki awaaz aane lagi.

Harsha ne baal upar kar liye.
Unhe geela nahi kiya.
Usne apna poora badan paani se dho daala —
seena, pet, haath, pair, gaand, choot.
Paseena utar gaya.
Garam paani ke baad uski twacha aur bhi naram aur saaf ho gayi.

Woh towel se poonchti hui bahar aayi.
Baal sookhe the, thode bikhre hue.
Baaki poora jism geela-geela, saaf, nanga.

Room ki light mein woh wapas aayi.
Sajid abhi bhi wahi tha.

Harsha ke badan se paani ke kuch katre ab bhi beh rahe the —
ek katra seene se neeche, ek kamar se hota hua.

Woh darwaze ke paas ruki.
Nahi chipki.
Nahi kone mein gayi.

Dance ki taarif ab bhi uske chehre par thi.
Aur uske saath woh jaan bhi thi jo bees minute ke nange nach ne uske andar chhod di thi.





Harsha bathroom se nikli toh thodi theek lag rahi thi.
Nahaane se uski thakaan kuch kam ho gayi thi. Badan saaf tha, twacha naram thi, saans ab pehle jaisi bhaari nahi thi.

Sajid befikr tha.
Ghar mein koi nahi tha.
Aane wala bhi koi nahi tha.
Raat unki thi.

Jab Harsha bathroom gayi thi, tab Sajid ko samajh aa gaya tha —
yeh abhi thak chuki hai, isko energy chahiye.

Usne kitchen se energy drink ka powder nikaal liya.
Glass mein daal diya.

Paani nahi daala.

Usne paani ki jagah apna moot us powder mein mila diya.
Peele powder ne uski garmi aur smell ko thoda daba diya.
Glass ke upar se woh ek normal energy drink jaisa hi dikh raha tha.

Harsha jab naha kar wapas aayi — baal sookhe, badan dhula, nangi —
tab Sajid ne pehle uski taarif phir se ki.

“Ab toh aur bhi acchi lag rahi hai.
Nahaane ke baad tera rang saaf ho gaya.
Aur tera dance… main phir kehta hoon,
tu duniya ki sabse acchi dancer hai.
Aaj raat maine jo dekha, woh bhoolne wala nahi.”

Harsha ke chehre par halki muskaan aa gayi.
Taarif uske andar utar rahi thi.
Use lag raha tha ki uska nach sach mein khaas tha.

Sajid ne glass aage kiya.

“Thak gayi hai.
Yeh pee le.
Energy drink hai.
Isse thakaan utregi.”

Harsha ne glass dekha.
Thoda sa socha, phir le liya.
Nangi khadi hokar, Sajid ki taarif ke baad, usse inkaar nahi hua.

Usne pehle ek ghoont liya.

Swad thoda ajeeb tha — powder ki meethas ke neeche ek namkeen, garam si chubhan.
Lekin energy drink ke naam par usne nahi socha.

Sajid use dekh raha tha.

Harsha ne doosra ghoont liya.
Phir teesra.
Dheere-dheere glass ka kaafi hissa uske gale se utar gaya.

Usne hoth chaat kar kaha:

“Swad… thoda alag hai.”

Sajid ne shaant swar mein kaha:

“Powder strong hai.
Pee ja.
Poora.”

Harsha ne baaki drink bhi pee li.
Uske gale se woh garam, ajeeb sa liquid utarta hua gaya.
Uske pet mein ek ajnabi si garmi faili.

Usne glass wapas diya.

“Ab… thakaan kam lagegi?”

Sajid ne uske kareeb aate hue kaha:

“Haan.
Ab energy aayegi.
Aur jo tune abhi piya…
woh sirf drink nahi tha.”

Harsha ki bhaowein thodi si uthin.
Lekin poori baat abhi uske dimaag mein nahi baithi thi.
Uske hothon par ab bhi us drink ka swad tha —
jo woh energy samajh kar pee chuki thi.

Sajid ke chehre par ek gehra, shaant sa control tha.
Usne usse nanga dekha tha.
Usse nachwaya tha.
Aur ab uske andar apna moot utaar chuka tha.

Ghar khaali tha.
Koi aane wala nahi tha.




Sajid ne Harsha ko dekha — nangi, nahi hui, taarif se thodi khili hui.

Usne kaha:

“Neeche baith.”

Harsha bed ke kinaare baith gayi.

Sajid ne apni pant ka button khola, zip kheenchi, aur pant neeche utaar di.
Aaj usne underwear nahi pehni thi.
Neeche se woh turant nanga ho gaya.

Pichhle ek ghante se zyada usne Harsha ka dance dekha tha.
Pehle kapdon mein, phir nanga.
Uska lund tab se khada tha.
Poora 10 inch, sakht, garam, upar ki taraf tana hua.

Woh Harsha ke saamne aa kar khada ho gaya.
Upar se neeche tak nanga.

Harsha ki aankhein uske lund par atak gayi.
Subah wala yaad aa gaya — tab 6 inch tak hi gaya tha uske munh mein.
Aaj yeh usse lamba aur mota dikh raha tha.

Sajid ne uske baalon mein haath rakha, lekin abhi pakda nahi.

“Tera dance dekh kar yeh bahut der se khada hai.
Isko choos.
Shant kar.”

Harsha ne hoth dabaye.
Thoda sankoch tha, lekin woh peeche nahi hati.
Usne haath badhaakar uska lund pakad liya.
Garam tha. Bhaari tha.
Hath mein poora nahi aa raha tha.

Sajid aaj thoda hard blowjob lene ka soch chuka tha.
Pehle pyaar, phir dhakke, phir gehra.

Harsha ne pehle tip ko chooma.
Phir jeebh feri.
Phir munh kholkar dheere-dheere andar liya.

Pehle sirf 3-4 inch.
Phir 5.
Phir wahi 6 inch jahan subah rukti thi.

Sajid ne pehle das minute use aise hi choosne diya.
Pyaar se.
Uske baal sahlaata raha.
Kabhi-kabhi sirf itna kehta:

“Haan… aise.
Dheere.
Jeebh ghumate hue.”

Harsha usi andaaz mein choos rahi thi.
Thuk se lund geela ho gaya.
Uske hoth uske around tight the.
Woh 6 inch tak le jaati, rukti, nikal ti, phir se leti.
Gale tak nahi jaa rahi thi.

Das minute baad Sajid ki saans badli.

Usne uske baalon ko thoda kas liya.

“Ab thoda aur.”

Harsha samajh gayi, lekin poora taiyar nahi thi.

Sajid ne ab har 2 second par halka dhakka dena shuru kiya.
Speed tez nahi thi.
Bas ek-ek dhakka —
andar, ruko, thoda aur andar.

6 se 7.
7 se 8.

Harsha ki aankhein bhar aayi.
Uske gale ne rokne ki koshish ki.
Lekin Sajid ruka nahi.
Dhakke halka hi the, lekin ruk-ruk kar gehre ho rahe the.

“Lo… aur.
Subah 6 tha.
Aaj 10 lena hai.”

Harsha ne “mmm” ki awaaz mein kuch kaha, lekin munh bhara hua tha.
Thuk uske kinaron se behne laga.
Aankhon se paani nikal aaya.

Paanch minute aise hi chale —
2 second ka gap, halka dhakka, thoda aur gehra.

Phir Sajid ne pressure badha diya.

Ab dhakke zor ke the.
Lekin speed ab bhi kam thi.
Jaldbazi nahi.
Har dhakka soch-samajh kar, andar tak.

8 inch.
Phir 9.

Harsha ke nakhun uski ran par lag gaye.
Uske gale se dab-dab ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Woh saans lene ke liye nikalna chahti thi, lekin Sajid uske sir ko sambhaale hue tha —
zor se nahi, lekin chhodne bhi nahi de raha tha.

Aakhri dhakke aur gehre hue.

10 inch.

Lund uske gale tak baith gaya.
Harsha ki aankhein poori bhar aayi.
Uske hoth uski jad tak chipak gaye.
Woh ruki, kaampi, lekin munh nahi hataya.

Sajid ne wahan rok kar kaha:

“Yahin.
Poora.
Aaj yahi lena hai.”

Phir usne wahi gehra dhakka dobara diya.
Speed kam.
Zor zyada.
Har 2-3 second baad ek gehra dhakka, jo uske munh ko poora bhar deta.

Harsha ke thuk ki dhaar uski thuddi par beh rahi thi.
Saans naak se nikal rahi thi.
Uske nange staan har dhakke par hil rahe the.

Sajid upar se use dekh raha tha — ek amir ghr ki ladki aj uska lund chus rahi o bhi nangi ladki, ghutnon ke bal, 10 inch gale tak mera lund lekar chus rahi hai
aur woh khud control mein, hard, lekin dheere.

Usne baalon ko sahlaate hue, awaaz gehari rakhte hue kaha:

“Choosti reh.
Shant nahi hua abhi.
Aur gehra.
Aur der.”

Harsha ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske munh mein uska lund tha — aaj poora.
Aur Sajid ke dhakke ab bhi dheeme the, lekin har dhakka uske gale ke andar tak jaa raha tha.

Sajid ke upar lattu ho gai hai Harsha.