Mera naam Aakriti hai, umar 28 saal. Main Rampur gaon ki bahu hu. Mere pati shehar mein job karte hai aur is karwa chauth pe bhi nahi aa sake. Ghar mein sirf main, sasur-sasu maa aur sasur ji rehte hai. Sasur ji (55 saal) gaon ke sabse izzat waale aadmi hai – lambi height, moti moochen, strong body aur ek gehri awaaz jo dil ko chhoo jati hai. Gaon mein log unko “Sarpanch ji” kehte hai aur har mushkil mein unki salaah lete hai.
Karwa chauth ka din tha. Subah se maine nirjala vrat shuru kar diya tha. Maine ek sundar laal georgette saree pehni thi. Blouse tight tha, choochiyon ka ubhaar saaf dikh raha tha aur dupatta thoda dheela tha. Maine mehandi lagayi thi, bindi lagayi thi, kaajal lagaya tha aur mangalsutra ko ache se sajaya tha.
Aaj main bahut pavitra aur sundar lag rahi thi. Lekin andar se dil bahut bhaari hua tha.
Pati ke bina ye pehla karwa chauth tha. Raat ko chaand dekh kar vrat todne ka sapna bahut din se dekhti thi, lekin aaj wo sapna adhoora lag raha tha. Main chhat par rangoli bana rahi thi aur aankhon mein aansu aa rahe the. Sasur ji ne mujhe dekha aur dheere se paas aa gaye.
“Bahu… aaj vrat hai. Tu bahut pavitra aur sundar lag rahi hai,” sasur ji ne gehri awaaz mein kaha.
Main aansu ponchte hue boli,
“Sasur ji… pati nahi aaye. Pehli baar karwa chauth akeli mana rahi hu. Dil bahut bhaari hua hai.”
Sasur ji ne mera hath pakad liya aur apne seene par rakh diya. Unka dil tez dhadak raha tha. Unhone dheere se kaha,
“Aakriti bahu… main jaanta hu teri tadap. Patidev shehar mein hai, tu yahan akeli vrat rakh rahi hai. Sasur hu main… teri har zaroorat, har pyaas, har akelapan main poora kar sakta hu. Gaon ke purane riwaj ke mutabik agar pati ghar na ho to sasur ji bahu ke vrat ko ‘pyar se poora’ karte hai.”
Unke shabd sun kar meri aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Main boli, “Sasur ji… ye galat hai. Main aapki bahu hu. Aap mere pati ke bade bhai hai. Main kaise…”
Sasur ji ne mera chehra apne hathon mein liya aur aankhon mein dekha. Unki aankhon mein pyar aur ek gehra samajh tha.
“Bahu… tu bahut mehnati hai. Ghar sambhaalti hai, khet sambhaalti hai, sasur-sasu maa ka khayaal rakhti hai. Lekin raat ko akeli leti hogi na? Dil mein pyaas hoti hogi na? Aaj chaand ki raat hai… main tujhe wo sukoon doonga jo tera pati nahi de saka. Tu sirf vrat rakh, baaki main sambhal loonga.”
Din bhar sasur ji ne meri sewa ki. Paani nahi diya, lekin baar-baar mere paas aate rahe. Jab main chhat par rangoli bana rahi thi, sasur ji paas baith gaye. Unhone mera hath pakad kar dheere se sehlaya. Unki ungliyan meri mehndi wali hath par fer rahi thi. Main kaamp uthi.
“Sasur ji… ye galat hai…” main dheere se boli, lekin hath nahi hataya.
Sasur ji ne gehri saans lete hue kaha, “Bahu, teri ye mehandi bahut sundar hai. Tu bahut akeli feel karti hogi. Patidev shehar mein hai… sasur hu main, teri har tadap ko shaant kar sakta hu. Tu jaanti hai na, main tujhe bachpan se dekhta aa raha hu. Jab tu nayi bahu bani thi, tab se hi teri aankhon mein ek pyaas dekhta hu jo aaj bhi hai.”
Unke shabd sun kar meri aankhon se aansu behne lage. Main boli, “Sasur ji… main bahut tadapti hu. Raat ko akeli let-ti hu to dil rota hai. Lekin aap… aap mere sasur hai.”
Sasur ji ne mera aansu poncha aur dheere se kaha, “Bahu… aansu mat bahao. Aaj karwa chauth hai. Main tera sasur hu, lekin aaj raat main tera sahara bhi ban sakta hu. Tu mujhe apna pati samajh le… sirf aaj ki raat ke liye.”
Shaam hone lagi thi. Gaon ki auratein chhat par chaand dekhne ke liye ikattha ho rahi thi. Main bhi upar chadh gayi. Sasur ji neeche se mujhe dekh rahe the. Jab maine dupatta theek kiya, sasur ji upar aa gaye aur mere paas khade ho gaye.
Halki si barish shuru ho gayi. Meri saree geeli hone lagi aur badan se chipak gayi. Blouse ke andar choochiyon ka shape saaf dikh raha tha. Sasur ji ne mujhe apne seene se sata diya aur dheere se kaha, “Bahu… barish mein bheeg mat. Main hu na tere sath. Aaj chaand ki raat hai… main tujhe wo prasad doonga jo tera pati nahi de saka.”
Unka hath meri kamar par tha. Unki ungliyan dheere-dheere meri skin par fer rahi thi. Main kaamp rahi thi. Sasur ji ne mera gaal chhua aur boli, “Bahu… teri aankhon mein pyaas hai. Vrat ki wajah se tu bahut tadap rahi hai. Main teri har tadap ko shaant kar sakta hu. Tu mujhe apna sahara samajh le.”
Main sharma kar neeche dekhti rahi. Sasur ji ne mera hath pakad kar apne seene par rakh diya. Unka dil tez dhadak raha tha. Unhone dheere se kaha,
“Bahu… tu jaanti hai na, main tujhe bahut pyar karta hu. Jab se tu is ghar mein aayi hai, main tere chehre par muskan dekhna chaahta hu. Aaj raat main tujhe wo muskan doonga.”
Chaand nikal aaya. Auraton ne vrat todne ke liye paani aur mithayi li. Sasur ji ne mujhe alag le jaa kar ek glass paani diya. Jab main paani pee rahi thi, sasur ji ne mera pallu side mein kiya aur blouse ke upar se choochiyon ko halka sa dabaya.
Main siskari bhar uthi, “Aaahhh… Sasur ji… yahan mat…”
Sasur ji ne kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Bahu… ritual shuru ho gaya hai. Chal, purani jhopdi mein chalo. Wahan sirf tu aur main… aur chaand ki roshni. Aaj main tera vrat poora karunga… pyar se.”
Main sharma kar unke peeche-peeche purani jhopdi mein chali gayi. Jhopdi mein sirf lantern ki halki roshni thi. Rangon aur barish se bhari meri saree badan se chipak rahi thi.
Sasur ji ne darwaza band kar diya…
Jhopdi ke andar sirf lantern ki halki, peeli roshni thi. Baahar chaand chamak raha tha aur halki barish abhi bhi tapak rahi thi. Meri laal georgette saree poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi aur badan se chipak rahi thi. Blouse ke andar se choochiyon ka shape saaf dikh raha tha. Sasur ji ne darwaza band kiya aur mujhe dheere se deewar se satta diya.
Unhone mera chehra apne dono hatho mein liya. Unki aankhon mein pyar, izzat aur ek gehri pyaas thi. Unhone dheere se kaha, “Aakriti bahu… tu bahut tadap rahi hai. Main jaanta hu. Patidev shehar mein hai, tu yahan akeli vrat rakh rahi hai. Aaj karwa chauth ki raat hai… main tera sasur hu, lekin aaj raat main tera sahara bhi banunga. Tu mujhe apna pati samajh le… sirf aaj ki raat ke liye.”
Unke shabd sun kar meri aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Main dheere se boli, “Sasur ji… ye galat hai. Main aapki bahu hu. Aap mere pati ke bade bhai hai. Main kaise aapko…”
Sasur ji ne mera aansu poncha aur mathe pe kiss kiya. Unhone gehri saans lete hue kaha,
“Bahu… aansu mat bahao. Tu is ghar ki bahu hai, is ghar ki izzat hai. Main tujhe kabhi galat nahi dekh sakta. Lekin aaj raat tu bahut pyaasi hai. Main teri pyaas ko pyar se shaant karna chaahta hu. Tu sirf maan ja… ritual ke liye.”
Unhone mujhe apne seene se tightly satta liya. Unka dil bahut tez dhadak raha tha. Fir unhone mera dupatta dheere se neeche gira diya. Saree ka pallu side mein kiya aur blouse ke hook ek-ek karke kholne lage. Dono badi, gol, naram choochiyan baahar aa gayi. Nipples already tight ho chuke the.
Sasur ji ne choochiyon ko hatho mein liya aur dheere se masalne lage. Unhone gehri nazron se dekha aur boli, “Bahu… teri choochiyan bahut sundar aur badi hai. Itne din se tu akeli tadap rahi hogi. Aaj main inhe pyar se sehlaunga.”
Unhone ek nipple muh mein le liya aur dheere-dheere choosne lage. Jeebh se ghumate hue, kabhi halka sa kaat te hue. Main tadap uthi, “Aaahhh… Sasur ji… aur zor se… bahut din se kisi ne aise nahi chhua… aaahhh… doosri choochiyan bhi le lo na…”
Sasur ji ne dono choochiyon ko baari-baari choosa, kaata, jeebh se chatkaarte hue ghumaya aur hatho se masalta raha. Meri saans bahut tez ho rahi thi. Main unke baal pakad kar unka sir choochiyon par daba rahi thi.
Sasur ji ne mujhe charpayi par litaya. Unhone meri saree ki naadi kholi aur petticoat ke sath neeche kar diya. Meri panty poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi. Unhone panty neeche ki aur meri taangein failayi. Unhone apni jeebh se meri chut chaatni shuru kar di – pehle upar se neeche tak lick kiya, fir clit ko muh mein le kar zor se choosne lage.
Main zor se tadap uthi,
“Haa Sasur ji… aur andar… chaato meri chut… aaahhh… bahut tadap rahi thi main… aaj aap hi meri pyaas bujhao… aur tez karo…”
Sasur ji ne jeebh andar daal kar andar-baahar karna shuru kar diya. Main unke baal pakad kar chut ko unke muh par ragadne lagi. Thodi der mein main zor se kaamp uthi aur pehli baar jhad gayi. Uska garam rass sasur ji ke muh mein aa gaya.
Sasur ji ne meri chut ko ache se chaat kar saaf kar diya. Fir unhone apna mota, lamba aur khada lund baahar nikala. Main usko dekh kar sharma gayi lekin aankhein hata nahi paa rahi thi.
Sasur ji ne mujhe ghuma kar doggy style mein kiya. Unhone peeche se apna lund meri chut ke muh par ragada aur dheere se andar ghusa diya. Main cheekh uthi, “Aaaahhh… Sasur ji… bahut mota hai… fatt rahi hai meri chut… dheere… aaahhh… poora andar le lo…”
Sasur ji ne dheere-dheere dhakke maare, fir speed badha di. Har dhakke ke sath meri gaand hil rahi thi aur choochiyan latak rahi thi. Unhone meri kamar pakad kar aur tez dhakke maare.
“Aaahhh… Sasur ji… aur zor se… faad do meri chut… chodiye mujhe… main aapki hu aaj… ritual ke liye aap jo chaahe karo… mujhe wo pyar dijiye jo mera pati nahi de saka…”
Sasur ji ne mujhe ghuma kar apne upar bitha liya. Main upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Unhone neeche se hips utha-utha kar zor-zor se dhakke maare aur meri choochiyon ko kheenchte hue chooste rahe.
Last mein sasur ji ne mere andar hi garam maal bhar diya. Main zor se kaamp uthi aur unke sath hi jhad gayi. Meri chut unke lund ko tightly pakad rahi thi.
Dono thak kar ek-doosre se lipte hue let gaye. Main sasur ji ke seene pe sar rakh kar ro padi. Sasur ji ne mere baal sehlate hue kaha, “Bahu… aansu mat bahao. Aaj tu bahut khush hai na? Main tera sasur hu… lekin aaj raat main tera pati bhi bana. Tu ab akeli nahi hai.”
Main unke seene mein muh chhupa kar boli, “Sasur ji… ye bahut galat tha… lekin aaj mujhe bahut sukoon mila. Aapne meri vrat ki tapasya ko pyar se poora kar diya.”
Sasur ji ne mera maatha chooma aur gehri awaaz mein kaha, “Bahu… ab har karwa chauth aisa hi hoga. Main tera hamesha khayaal rakhunga… chaahe patidev ghar ho ya na ho.”
Main sharma kar unke seene mein aur gehra chhup gayi. Baahar chaand chamak raha tha aur barish ki halki boondein tapak rahi thi.