Mera naam Anjali hai, umar 26 saal. Main Rampur gaon ki bahu hu. Mere pati shehar mein naukri karte hai aur mahine mein sirf 4-5 din ghar aate hai. Baaki time main sasur ji ke saath akeli rehti hu.
Sasur ji Raghav (52 saal) gaon ke sabse izzat waale aadmi hai – lambi height, moti moochen, strong body aur awaaz mein ek aisi dhaak hai ki log unke saamne khade ho kar baat karte the. Wo randwa hai, unki biwi 10 saal pehle guzar gayi thi.
Main bahut sharmili aur sanskari hu. Hamesha saree mein rehti hu. Dupatta sambhaal kar rakhti hu aur baatein bhi dheere se karti hu. Lekin andar se ek gehra akelapan hai. Mere pati baahar rehte hai, unka pyar, sparsh, closeness – sab kuch kam padta hai.
Main raat ko akeli let-ti hu aur sochti hu ki zindagi mein kya missing hai. Kabhi-kabhi sasur ji ki strong presence aur unki gehri nazrein mujhe thoda alag feel karati hai, lekin main khud ko sambhaal leti hu.
Gaon mein ek purana riwaz hai – “Ghar Ki Raksha Ka Ritual”. Agar pati baahar ho to sasur ji bahu ke saath ek raat akela rehte hai, taaki ghar mein sukh-shanti aur barkat bani rahe. Riwaz ke mutabik sasur ji bahu ko apna sparsh dete hai – pyar, closeness aur poora sharir.
Gaon wale is ritual ko “Sasur-Bahu Ka Pavitra Bandhan” kehte hai aur isse koi nahi chhed sakta.
Is baar mera pati 15 din ke liye shehar mein busy tha. Gaon waale subah se hi ritual ki taiyaari kar rahe the. Sasur ji ne mujhe subah hi kaha tha,
“Anjali beti, aaj raat hum dono akele rahenge. Riwaz hai… ghar ki raksha ke liye sasur ko bahu ko apna pyar dena padta hai.”
Main bahut sharma gayi thi. Dil mein darr aur ek ajeeb si bechaini thi. Main sasur ji ki bahu hu… lekin riwaz ke mutabik aaj raat hum dono akele hone waale the.
Shaam hone lagi thi. Gaon waale sasur ji ke purane kamre ke baahar diya jala kar chale gaye the. Sirf lantern ki halki roshni kamre mein thi. Maine laal rang ki saree pehni hui thi – blouse tight tha, choochiyon ka ubhaar saaf dikh raha tha aur dupatta thoda dheela tha. Sasur ji ne dhoti aur ganji pehni hui thi.
Main kamre ke baahar khadi thi. Sasur ji ne mujhe dheere se andar bulaya. Unki awaaz gehri aur pyar bhari thi.
“Anjali beti… aa jao. Riwaz ke mutabik aaj raat hum dono akela hai.”
Main sharma kar andar gayi. Sasur ji ne darwaza band kar diya. Kamre mein sirf lantern ki halki roshni thi. Sasur ji mujhe charpayi ke paas le gaye aur dheere se bola,
“Anjali beti… tu bahut sundar hai. Jab tu muskurati hai na, dil khush ho jata hai. Tere pati baahar rehte hai. Main dekh sakta hu teri aankhon mein akelapan. Aaj raat tu mujhe apna sahara samajh le. Main tujhe wo pyar doonga jo tera pati nahi de saka.”
Main neeche dekhti rahi. Dil mein bahut sharam thi, lekin sasur ji ki gehri awaaz aur unki strong presence se andar se ek halki si masti hone lagi thi. Sasur ji ne mera haath pakad liya aur usko apne seene par rakh diya. Unka dil bahut tez dhadak raha tha.
Usne dheere se mera dupatta side mein sarka diya aur meri kamar pe haath ferne laga. Main kaamp uthi.
“Sasur ji… ye galat hai… main aapki bahu hu…” main dheere se boli.
Sasur ji ne muskurate hue kaha,
“Beti, riwaz ke mutabik aaj raat main tera pati hu. Tu akeli bahut thak jaati hai. Main tujhe sukoon doonga… pyar doonga… jo tujhe chahiye.”
Usne dheere se mera chehra apne haatho mein liya aur meri aankhon mein dekha. Unki nazrein pyar aur pyaas se bhari hui thi. Usne mera maatha chooma, fir gaal chooma, aur dheere se mere hontho pe kiss kar diya. Pehla kiss bahut soft aur pyar bhara tha. Main pehle sharma kar hati, lekin fir uske hontho se lipat gayi. Kiss dheere-dheere gehra hota gaya. Sasur ji ki jeebh mere muh mein thi aur hum dono ek-doosre ki jeebh choos rahe the.
Kiss ke dauran sasur ji ka haath meri kamar pe tha. Usne dheere se upar badhaya aur salwar ke upar se meri choochiyon ko dabane laga. Main siskari bhar uthi,
“Aaahhh… Sasur ji… dheere… main bahut sharma rahi hu… aaahhh…”
Sasur ji ne mera dupatta poora side mein kiya aur blouse ke hook khole. Dono badi, gol choochiyan baahar aa gayi. Nipples already tight ho chuke the. Sasur ji ne ek nipple muh mein liya aur pyar se choosne laga. Doosre ko haath se dheere-dheere masalta jaa raha tha.
Main tadap uthi, “Aaahhh… Sasur ji… aur zor se chooso… bahut din se kisi ne aise nahi chhua… aaahhh… doosri choochiyan bhi pyar se le lo…”
Sasur ji ne dono choochiyon ko baari-baari choosa, kaata aur jeebh se ghumaya. Meri saans bahut tez ho rahi thi. Meri taange kaamp rahi thi.
Sasur ji mera haath neeche ki taraf le gaye aur apni salwar ke andar daal diya. Unki ungliyan meri geeli chut par pahunch gayi. Sasur ji ne dheere se ungli se meri chut ko sehlana shuru kiya.
Main moan karne lagi, “Haa Sasur ji… aur andar… meri chut aapki hai aaj… ritual ke liye aap mujhe poora pyar dijiye… aaahhh… ungli andar daal do…”
Sasur ji ne ek ungli andar daal kar dheere-dheere andar-baahar karna shuru kar diya. Main tadap rahi thi. Meri kamar khud hi upar uth rahi thi. Main unke baal pakad kar unka muh choochiyon par daba rahi thi.
“Sasur ji… aur tez… main jhadne wali hu… aaahhh… haa… bas yahin… aaahhh…”
Main zor se jhad gayi. Meri chut se garam ras nikal kar sasur ji ke haath geela ho gaya. Sasur ji ne meri chut ko ache se sehla kar saaf kar diya.
Ab sasur ji ne apne kapde utaare. Unka mota, lamba lund khada tha. Main usko dekh kar sharma gayi lekin aankhein nahi hata paa rahi thi.
Sasur ji ne mujhe dheere se charpayi par litaya aur meri taange failayi. Wo apna lund meri chut pe ragadne lage. Main tadap rahi thi.
“Sasur ji… dheere daalo… mujhe dard ho raha hai… lekin ritual ke liye… daal do…”
Sasur ji ne dheere se lund meri chut mein ghusa diya. Pehle sirf aadha, fir poora. Main cheekh uthi,
“Aaaahhh… bahut mota hai Sasur ji… fatt rahi hai meri chut… dheere… aaahhh… poora andar le lo…”
Sasur ji ne dheere-dheere dhakke maare. Har dhakke ke saath mera badan hil raha tha. Meri choochiyan upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Sasur ji ne ek haath se unko pakad kar choosa aur doosre haath se meri kamar pakad kar dhakke maare.
“Haa Sasur ji… aur zor se… meri chut aapki hai aaj… chodiye mujhe… aaahhh… bahut maza aa raha hai…”
Sasur ji ne speed badha di. Kamre mein thap-thap-thap ki tez awaaz ho rahi thi. Main ab khul kar moan kar rahi thi,
“Sasur ji… aur gehra… faad do meri chut… aaahhh… aap hi ab mera pati ho… chodiye apni bahu ko… mujhe wo pyar dijiye jo mera pati nahi de saka…”
Hum dono tez ho gaye. Main chillayi,
“Sasur ji… main jhad rahi hu… andar hi jhad do… mujhe apna maal dijiye… aaahhh…”
Sasur ji ne zor se dhakka maara aur mere andar hi garam maal bhar diya. Main zor se kaamp uthi aur unke saath 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 leti rahi. Sasur ji ne mere baal sehlaye aur maathe pe kiss kiya.
Main dheere se boli,
“Sasur ji… ye ritual tha… lekin mujhe bahut pyar mila. Aap hi ab mera sahara ho. Rahul ko kuch pata nahi chalna chahiye.”
Sasur ji ne mujhe tightly pakad liya aur bola,
“Anjali beti… tu ab meri hai. Main tera hamesha khayal rakhunga.”
Kamre ke baahar raat gehri thi. Lantern ki roshni mein hum dono ek-doosre ki baahon mein the. Gaon ke purane riwaz ne hum dono ke beech naye rishte ki shuruaat kar di thi.