Pichla bhaag padhe:- Mami ki Vasna ka Raaz
Main Harsh Roy hu, 28 saal ka, Indore ka rehne wala. Meri height 5’5″ hai, aur mera 6.5 inch ka lund meri mami Ritu ke jism ke liye tadapta hai. Ritu mami, 34 saal ki, 36-34-38 ka figure, bade doodh, mast gaand, par ek sadharan si aurat, jo apne dard ko chhupati hai.
Pichle part mein mami ka raaz khul gaya tha. Wo mama se pregnant nahi ho paa rahi thi, isliye mujhse kareeb aayi. Par chowkidar ke blackmail aur mama ke shak ne baat mushkil di. Ab ye kahani aage badhti hai, aur ek realistic twist ke sath dil hila degi.
Ye baat gaon se wapas Indore aane ke do maheene baad ki hai. Mami ke sath meri baat WhatsApp pe hoti thi, par wo aksar chhoti-chhoti baaton pe gussa ho jati thi.
“Harsh, tu mujhe serious nahi leta, main yahan roti rehti hu.” Main samajh gaya uska dard. Ghar mein taane, mama ka shak, aur bachha na hone ka tension use pagal kar raha tha. Kabhi-kabhi wo raat ko message karti, “Harsh, main akeli hu, mama duty pe hai. Mujhe darr lagta hai.” Main use tasalli deta, par dil mein ek ajeeb sa josh bhi jaagta. Uske jism ki yaad mujhe sone nahi deti.
Ek din usne mujhe call kiya, “Harsh, main Indore aa rahi hu, ek doctor se milne. Kya tu mujhe mil sakta hai?” Uski awaaz mein desperation nahi, balki ek udaasi thi. Maine socha shayad ye doctor visit ke bahane mujhse milna chaahti hai, to maine haa kar di. Maine kaha, “Mami, Indore mein mere flat pe aa jao, yahan koi nahi aayega.”
Usne thodi der socha, aur fir dheere se kaha, “Theek hai, par mama ko shak ho gaya hai. Usne mujhse poocha tha ki main itni baar Indore kyun jaa rahi hu. Bahut dhyan rakhna hoga.”
Mami Indore aayi, aur hum ek chhote se cafe mein mile. Cafe Coffee Day ke ek kone mein hum baithe, jahan zyada bheed nahi thi. Wo ek sadharan blue saree mein thi, par uski saree ka pallu thoda sarka hua tha, jisse uske blouse mein ubhre hue doodh saaf dikh rahe the.
Uske chehre pe thakan thi, aankhon mein halka sa kajal, aur baal thode bikhre hue the. Ek aisi aurat jo sundar thi, par dukhi bhi. Baat karte waqt usne kaha, “Harsh, maine mama se jhooth bola ki doctor ke paas jaa rahi hu, par sach mein mujhe tujhse milna tha. Ye ghar ka tension mujhe khaa raha hai. Meri saas har roz taane maarti hai. Wo kehti hai ‘Ritu, tujhse to ek bachha bhi nahi ho raha.’ Main kya bolu?”
Uski aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, aur maine uska hath pakad liya. Maine kaha, “Mami, chalo mere flat pe, thoda aaram kar lo, yahan baat karna safe nahi.”
Hum mere flat pe pahunche, jo ek chhoti si 2BHK hai Indore ke Vijaynagar area mein. Flat mein ghuste hi mami thodi shant hui. Usne apni saree ka pallu theek kiya, aur sofa pe baith gayi. Maine usse paani diya, aur thodi der hum chup rahe. Fir wo boli, “Harsh, mujhe yahan aake thoda sukoon mila hai. Ghar pe to har waqt darr lagta hai, mama kabhi bhi gusse mein chilla deta hai.”
Maine uske kareeb baith kar uska hath pakda, aur kaha, “Mami, main hu na, tum tension mat lo.” Wo mujhse thoda chipak gayi, aur uski garam saanse meri gardan pe mehsoos hone lagi.
Maine dheere se uske gaal pe hath rakha, aur uski aankhon mein dekha. Usme ek dard tha, par sath hi ek pyar bhi. Maine use gale lagaya, aur dheere se uske lips pe kiss kiya. Wo bhi sath dene lagi, par zyada aggressive nahi thi. Bas ek dard bhara pyar tha usme.
Usne dheere se kaha, “Harsh, mujhe thodi der ke liye ye dard bhool jana hai.” Maine uski saree ka pallu sarkaya, aur uske blouse ke upar se hi uske bade doodh dabaye. Wo “Harsh, dheere se,” bol ke siskari bharne lagi. Maine uska blouse khol diya, aur uski bra ke upar se hi uske doodh choosne laga. Uske nipples tight ho gaye the, aur wo shant si siskariyan le rahi thi, jaise use sukoon mil raha ho.
Fir maine uski saree aur petticoat utaare, aur uski chut par hath fera. Wo geeli ho chuki thi. Maine apni ungli andar daali, aur wo sihar uthi, “Harsh, aahh, ye kya kar raha hai?” Maine kaha, “Mami, tumhe maza doonga.” Usne mujhe zor se pakad liya, aur maine apni pant utaar di. Mera lund tann ke khada tha, aur maine usse uski chut par ragda. “Harsh, andar daal do,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mein ek ajeeb si shiddat thi.
Maine dheere se dhakka maara, aur mera lund uski tight chut mein ghus gaya. Wo “Aahh” bol ke mujhse chipak gayi, aur uske hath meri peeth pe zor se dab gaye. Maine dheere-dheere dhakke shuru kiye, aur wo apni gaand halke se utha ke sath dene lagi.
Har dhakke ke sath uski siskiyan dheemi-dheemi goonj rahi thi “Harsh, aise hi, thoda dheere.” Ye koi zordar chudai nahi thi, bas ek pyar bhara, dard bhara moment tha. Maine uske doodh dabaye, uske nipples choose, aur uske chehre pe ek halki si muskaan dekh kar mujhe laga jaise wo thodi der ke liye apna dard bhool gayi hai.
10 minute baad hum dono jhad gaye, aur thak kar bed pe let gaye. Mami meri baahon mein leti rahi, aur usne kaha, “Harsh, ye pal mujhe zindagi bhar yaad rahenge, par ye galat hai na?”
Maine kaha, “Mami, galat-sahi to duniya dekhti hai, par tumhara dard main samajhta hu.” Wo chup ho gayi, aur hum dono thodi der aise hi lete rahe.
Par tabhi ek twist aaya. Mere flat ke darwaze pe kisi ne zor se knock kiya! Mami darr gayi, “Harsh, ye kon hai? Itni raat ko koi nahi aata na?”
Maine kaha, “Ruko, main dekhta hu.” Maine jaldi se kapde pehne, aur darwaza khola to dekha, mama ka ek purana dost tha, jo Indore mein hi rehta hai. Usne mujhe dekhte hi kaha, “Harsh, tere mama ko shak ho gaya hai. Usne mujhe bola tha ki main Ritu ko track karu. Wo yahan hai na?” Mera dil zor se dhadakne laga.
Maine jhooth bola, “Nahi bhaiya, main to akela hu.” Par usne andar jhaankne ki koshish ki, aur mami ke chappal dekh liye jo darwaze pe pade the. Mami andar chhup gayi thi, bedroom ke cupboard ke peeche, aur maine us dost se baat karne ki koshish ki.
Usne kaha, “Harsh, mujhe sab pata hai. Ritu andar hai, aur main mama ko bol doonga.” Maine usse request ki, “Bhaiya, please, ye baat yahin khatam kar do. Meri zindagi barbaad ho jayegi.” Usne kaha, “Theek hai, par mujhe 10,000 chahiye.”
Mere paas aur koi rasta nahi tha, to maine paise de diye. Par dil mein darr baitha tha, ki agar ye baat mama tak pahunchi to toofan aa jayega.
Mami cupboard se baahar aayi, aur wo darr se kaamp rahi thi. Usne kaha, “Harsh, ab kya hoga? Agar mama ko pata chal gaya to wo mujhe maar daalega.” Maine use shant kiya, aur use doctor ke paas chhodh diya. Par jaate waqt usne mujhse kaha, “Harsh, main ab bhi pregnant nahi hui hu. Shayad ye meri kismat hai.”
Uski baat sun ke mujhe bura laga, par maine use tasalli di.
Do hafte baad, mami ne mujhe call kiya, “Harsh, main pregnant ho gayi hu! Par ab mama ko shak hai ki ye uska bachha nahi hai.” Ye sunte hi mere hosh udd gaye. Ek taraf khushi thi ki mami ka sapna poora hua, par doosri taraf darr tha ki mama ka shak ab sach ban jayega.
Mama ne mujhse ek din direct poocha, “Harsh, ye bachha tera to nahi hai na?” Mera dil zor se dhadka. Ab maine kya jawab doon?
Agli baar kya hua, wo agle part mein pata chalega! Tab tak ye kahani aapko kaisi lagi mujhe email – realharshroy@gmail.com pe bata sakte hai. Bye.
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