Doston mera alcoholic hone ka kaaran tha hamara business, jisko build karne ke liye daily meeting mein jana padta tha. Wo saari meetings hotels aur bars mein hoti thi, jahan daaru peena zaroori ho jata tha. To wahan main bahut daaru peeta tha, aur subah tak daaru chalti thi.
Maine apna business set karne ke baad shaadi kari, aur Dimple ko sath le aaya. Dimple bhi luxury life mein khush thi. Lekin problem tab hui jab mere aur Dimple ke ghar walo ne hame bachha plan karne ko kaha.
Ghar walo ki baat sun kar Dimple aur main tension mein aa gaye, ki ab kya bole ghar walo ko. Dimple mujhe thoda kosne lagi. Fir main drink banaya, aur Dimple ko diya. Dimple kabhi-kabhi ek-do drink le leti hai. Dimple ko maine apne paas baitha kar bola-
Main: Baby hi to chahiye ghar walo ko. Kyun tension le rahi ho? Hum dono doctor se mil kar baat karte hai. Aaj kal bache ivf ke sath bhi paida hote hai.
Dimple boli: Mujhe aise hi pregnant hona hota, to kab ka ho jati. Aise to kuch bhi pata nahi hoga ki bachha kaisa dikhega paida hone ke baad. Jaise aap mujhe pregnant karo to bachha aapke jaise dikhega.
Maine bola: Dimple yahan Dubai mein sab possible hai. Hum kisi ache doner ko dekh lete hai.
Ye sun kar Dimple boli: Lekin pasand meri hogi.
Maine fir haste hue peg khatam kiya, aur bola: Jaise tum kaho meri jaan.
Dimple ne bhi apna peg khatam kiya, aur sone chali gayi. Main bhi thodi der ke baad so gaya. Next morning Dimple ne mujhe ek mota peg diya, aur khud wine peete hue boli-
Dimple: Jaldi khatam karo aur ready ho jao. Main thoda salon ho kar aati hu. Aaj kaam ki saari sites visit karni hai.
Maine bola: Kya hua? Tum to aaj tak kabhi nahi ground sites par gayi. Ek-dum se kya hua?
Dimple ne mujhe bola: Dear doner dhoondhne jana hai. Mere periods kal subah hi khatam hue hai.
Ye bol kar Dimple chali gayi. Dosto jab Dimple wapas aayi, to main Dimple ko dekhta hi reh gaya. Dimple ne shirt pant pehan kar alag hi roop le liya. Dimple ki poori body shape mein dikh rahi thi. Doston main samajh gaya Dimple kisi aur se physically pregnant hona chaahti thi. Fir maine ek mota peg piya aur bola-
Main: Dimple tum kaho to raat ke liye room ready karwa du?
Dimple ne bahut hi sexy andaaz mein kaha: Bande ke hisab decide karte hai, ki ghar lekar aana hai ya hotel.
Doston subah se dopahar ke teen baj gaye. Dimple ko koi pasand nahi aa raha tha. Hum grocery ki shop par ruke. Dimple aur main car mein hi kuch baat kar rahe the. Tabhi wahan se ek 6 feet se upar ek hatta-katta aadmi guzra. Uske chalne ka style bhi bahut mardana tha. Usne kurta salwar pehna hua tha.
Dimple ne use dekhte hi bola: Sameer banda khoobsurat hai. Jao karo pata iske baare mein.
Doston main darte hue us bande ke paas gaya aur usko salam kiya. Thodi baat karne ke baad pata chala ki wo freedom visa par tha, aur khud ki toe truck chalata tha. Maine socha kaam ban gaya. Maine jaldi se uska number liya, aur wapas aaya. Fir Dimple ko card diya aur bola-
Main: Dimple tum dekh lo ye Pakistani zyada yakeen ke kabil nahi hote. Kahin koi dikkat na ho jaye. Upar se mujhe banda pathan lag raha hai.
Dimple boli: Pathan kya ache nahi hote?
Maine bola: Matlab ki bahut chodu hote hai, aur unka size bhi acha rehta hai.
Dimple ne meri taraf dekha, aur boli: Mere patidev aur mujhe kya chaahiye. Mujhe to bande mein dum lag raha hai. Tum usko phone karo, aur ghar par aane ke liye bolo.
Maine usko phone lagaya aur bola: Aadhe ghate baad is address par aana.
Fir Dimple ne car ghar ki aur mod li aur boli: Sameer ghar par hi room ready karwa lo.
Ghar aate hi Dimple fresh ho kar fir se salon chali gayi. Kuch 45 minute ke baad Punjabi look mein jaldi se aayi aur boli-
Dimple: Room ready hai kya?
To maine bola: Haa, lekin wo banda to abhi tak nahi aaya, aur aab aage?
Fir Dimple boli: Uske aate hi tum bahana bana kar chale jana, baaki main dekh loongi.
Doston fir Maqsood ka phone aaya aur maine usko phone par hi bol diya ki-
Main: Mujhe kuch kaam nikal aaya hai. Tum madam se mil lo.
Aur main ghar se baahar chhup gaya. Jaise hi Maqsood aaya, Dimple ne usko andar bulaya, aur main bhi ghar ke andar ghus gaya. Dimple ne Maqsood ko chai pila di, aur boli-
Dimple: Maqsood mere paas ek gaadi hai. Kharaab hai. Usko toe karke garrage chhodhna hai.
Maqsood bola: Ok madam, paanch so lagenge.
Dimple boli: Ek minute wait karo. Main awaaz lagati hu, paise le lena.
Aur ye bol kar Dimple bedroom mein chali gayi. Main bhi bedroom ki window ke paas gaya. Dimple jaldi se mirror ke aage khadi ho gayi, aur khud ko boli: Chal Dimple, aaj mauka hai, jaane mat dena.
Fir wo bilkul nangi ho gayi, aur bed par doggy style mein ho gayi.
Wo boli: Maqsood, jaldi aana.
Doston aage ki next story mein batauga aage kya hua.