Isi tarah aglay do din me baki ki diary parh lien. Uncle Aunty bht khush thay ek doosre k sath. Uncle ne Naheed Aunty ko kai bar Paint kiya. Kabhi ghar to kabhi bahar. Or Aunty b khushi khushi ye sab kerti thien. Phir wo Din b aya jab Aunty ko Cancer hua. Ye ek bht mushkil marhala tha Q k unhain last stage pe cancer diagnose hua. Uncle din ba din unko apni aankho k samne marta hua dekhte rahay. Lekin kuch ker naa sakay. Uncle ne jo kich likha diary me, wo ye batanay k liye kafi tha k wo kitni muhabbat kerte thay Aunty se.

Un k lafzo ek alag junoon sa tha. Aunty ki death k bad uncle ki diary k pages khali thay. Lekin phir diary wahan se start hui jahan se wo Apne dost yani mere Dad se milne ghar aey. Us k bad Api k sath un k baray betay ki shadi etc sab likhay huay thay. Or ek naam Highlighted tha or tha mera naam yani “HIRA”

Uncle ne kia kia likha, pehle to sab parh ker mujhe bht gussa aya lekin phir us ghussa ki jaga hamdardi ne le li. Me khud ko rokna chahti thi k mujhe un k baray me itna nahi sochna chahiye lekin me jitna b irada banati, us me nakam ho jati. Yahan tak k mom or Dad ne b mere andar badlao mehsoos kiya. Unho ne kai bar mujhse poocha k me Q khoi khoi si renti hoon lekin mene unko taal diya. Me unko batati b to kia, k mujhe un k dost, apne uncle se ishq hota ja raha hai.

Diaries poori parhne k bad mene unko wapas apni jaga per rakh diya. Or uncle ka kamra b achi tarah set ker diya. Ab uncle k anay ka mujhe shiddat se intazar tha. Pehle mujhe is bat ka gussa tha k uncle k anay per mujhe apna kamra chorna para hai, lekin ab me chahti thi k wo jald az jald pohonchain.

Kabhi mujhe gussa aa jata k mene unki diary Q parhi? Jis ki waja se me itni beqarar ho gai hoon. Agar mene unki diary naa parhi hoti to mujhe un k raazo k baray me pata naa hota or uncle k sath aram se din guzar leti jab tak wo apna ghar mukammal naa kerwa lete. To wahin doosri taraf mujhe acha lag raha tha or ye waja b pata chal chuki thi k Uncle mere kehne per ghar Q set kerwa rahay hain! Ghar k dar-o-deewar per meri batai hui cheezain lagwa rahay hain. Shayad mujh me unko apni khoi hui biwi Naheed nazar aa rahi hai.

khair un k pohonchne ka din b aa gya. Us din mere dil ki halat ajeeb thi. Darkan pehle se tez or hath thanday ho rahay thay. Jab k chehre pe paseena aa raha tha. Aise lag raha tha k me apne mehboob ka intazaar ker rahi hoon.

Uncle wapas aa gaey. Mere dil me aisi khushi ho rahi thi jaise mera mehboob ghar aya ho. Mere gaal laal ho rahay thay. Ek sharam ki kaifiat thi. Meri ye saari tabdeeli uncle b mehsoos ker rahay thay or un k chehre pe halki halki muskurahat b thi.

Agli subha jab uncle ne sath chalne ka kaha. To me ek dun se harbara gai. Mene janay se mana ker diya to Mom ne mujhse kaha k me uncle k sath chali jaoon.

Khair ap bekabu dil ko sambhalti hui uncle k sath chalo gai. Uncle ne raaste me mujhse poocha.

Uncle: kia hua hira? Itni ghabra Q rahi ho?

Me: Nahi to. Aisi koi bat nahi.

Uncle: Me janta hoon. Tum Q ghabra rahi ho.

Me: Kia matlab? kia jante hain Ap?

Uncle: yei ki tum mujhe miss ker rahi thien.

Me: Nnn.. Nahi to… Mein bhala Apko Q miss keroon gi?

Uncle: Ye to tum b janti ho.

Khair me bilkul chup ho gai. Jab hum uncle k ghar pohonche to Uncle ne aisa kaha k jis se meri halat ek dum buri ho gai.

Uncle: Hira me janta hoon k tumne meri diaries parhi hain. Or tum ye b janti ho k mein Apni biwi ki pictures banata tha. Or ab dil hi dil me tumhari ye khuwahish hai k me tumhari pictures banaoon. Agar aisa hai to gari ki diggi me mene ek parcel rakha hai, wo le k andar aa jana. Warna khali hath aa jana.

Ye keh ker uncle gari se utar ker chale gaey. Me ek dum se heran pareshan baithi reh gai k Uncle ko kaise pata chala k mene unki diaries parhi hain! Or wo meri chupi khuwahish k baray me kaise andaza laga chukay hain. Me kafi der tak sochti rahi lekin mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha. Doosri taraf me ye soch rahi thi k na janay parcel me kia ho ga?

Me inhi sochon me gum thi. Mujhe wakt ka pata hi chala k mujhe ek ghante se ziada ho gya hai. Tabhi mere no per Api ki call aei.

Me: Hello

Api: Hello meri jan. Kaisi ho?

Me: Theek hoon Api. ap kaisi ho? Bhai kaise hain?

Api: me bilkul theek hoon. Tumhare bhai b theek hain. Tum sunao! Uncle k sath ghar set kerwa rahi ho?

Mene Api ki baat suni to ek dum se uncle ki batain zehen me aa gaein. Udhar se Api phone per hello hello ker rahi thien.

Me: G Api.

Api: kahan kho gaein?

Me: Kahin nahi. Bus aise hi. Acha Api! uncle bula rahay hain. Me phir Ap se baat keroon gi. bye

Api: Ok! Bye meri chanda. Apna khayal rakhna.

Ye keh ker Api ne phone rakh diya. Aisa pehli bar hua tha k mene Api se ziada lambi bat nahi ki thi. Warna pehle ghanta ghanta hamari batain chalti thien.

Me uncle ki bato ki sochte huay excited ho chuki thi. Isi liye mene faisla kiya k mujhe b apne dil ki sunni chahiye. Me dil ki tez dhadkan ko sambhalte huay gari se nikli, diggi me se box nikala or andar chali gai. Andar mujhe uncle ko dhoondna nahi para Q k me janti thi k wo apne room me mera intazar ker rahay hon gay. Meri umeed k mutabik wo apne new room me thay. Jahan abhi kam to mukamal nahi tha lekin privacy zaror thi. Mujhe kamre me ata dekh k uncle k chehre per muskurahat aa gai. Unki muskurahat tab or b ziada barh gai jab unho ne mere hath me parcel dekha.

Uncle: Thank u Hira! Thank u meri jan! Meri baat manne k liye.

Me sharam k maray chup chap sir jhukaey khari hui thi.

Uncle: Kuch to bolo Hira? Dekho me tumhare sath koi zabardasti nahi keroon ga. Agar tumhain ab b jana hai to tum ja sakti ho.

Me: (Jhuki nazro se uncle se sawal kerte huay) Apko kaise pata chala k Apki diaries mene parhi hain?

Uncle: (muskura ker) Q k mene hi wo diaries rakhi thien tumhare liye. Or iski waja tum janti ho. Or tumhare sawal ka jawab ye hai k mene diaries k kuch pages k darmiyan chote chote papers rakh ker mark lagaey thay. Or ab wo ghayab hain. Waise tum ne bht hoshiyari dikhaei k diaries ko wapas usi tarah rakh diya. Khair koi bat nahi. Ab to sab kuch saaf ho gya hai. Tum janti ho k me tumhain chahne laga hoon Q k tum me mujhe apni naheed dikhti hai.

Me: Aise kaise soch sakte hain Ap? me ap k dost ki beti hoon. Meri behen Apki bahu hai.

Uncle: Yei to sab se bari cheez hai jo mujhe agay barhne se rok rahi hai. Isi liye me tum se madad chahta hoon.

Me: Mujhse? Me bhala Apki kia madad ker sakti hoon?

Uncle: Haan! Tum madad ker sakti ho. Mujhe tumhari painting banani hai. Is liye is parcel k andar jo hai, wo pehen ker aa jao. Agar tum ab b mana ker do or yahan se jana chaho to me tumhain nahi roku ga.

Ye kehte huay Uncle k chehre per mayoosi chaa gai. Jo mujhe bilkul achi nahi lag rahi thi. Me dil hi dil me faisla ker chuki thi k me Painting banwa loon gi lekin Nangi painting nahi. Bal k mene kapre pehen rakhay hon gay.

Me: me painting banwaoo gi lekin meri ek shart hai.

Uncle: (khush ho ker) kia wakei? Tum painting banwaoo gi?

Me: Haan! Lekin meri shart sunn lein.

Uncle: (khush ho ker) jo tum kaho, mujhe manzoor hai.

Me: Mein apna dress nahi utaroon gi.

Uncle: Nahi! Tumhain apna dress utar ker is box me jo hai sirf wo pehenna ho ga. Mera wada hai k tumhain poora nanga nahi keroon ga. Lekin meri itni bat maan lo please. Ye me bht piyar se tumhare liye laya hoon.

Uncle ne umeed bhari nigahoon se mujhe dekha to me ne haan me sir hila diya. Uncle ne mujhe wahin change kerne ka kaha or khud bahar nikal gaey. Me ne wo packet khola to dekh k heran reh gai. Us me mere size ka red color ka lingerie set tha. Me ne ahista ahista apne kapre utare or wo dress pehen liya. Mujhe bht ajeeb lag raha tha. Red color ki Net stockings, red thong or us k sath short nighty. Jo khare hone par mere thighs tak aa rahi thi. Me sir jhuka ker ek taraf baith gai.

Thori der bad uncle kamre me aey to mujhe dekh k heran ho gaey. Me nai naweli dulhan ki tara

Uncle mujhe dekh ker ek dum se khush ho gaey.

Uncle: Thank u Hira! Thank u meri Jan. Tum bht piyari pag rahi ho. Tum nahi janti, tum meri kitni bari khuwahish ko poora kerne ja rahi ho.

Me: (Sharma ker) bus ker dein. Ab aise nahi dekhain mujhe. Ab jaldi se painting kerain warna me kapre pehenne lagi hoon.

Uncle: OK OK. Me abhi start kerta hoon. Tum aise hi baithna. Me tumhare ye rung painting per utarna chahta hoon.

Mene haan me sir hila diya or uncle meri painting banane lagay. Mein takreeban sham tak uncle k sath aise hi rahi, or wo mujhe paint kerte rahay. Is beech hum ne mil ker khana b khaya. Jab sham ko ghar janay lagay, tab uncle ne painting mukamal ki. Sara din uncle k samne is tarah pose kerne se ab mujhe itni sharam nahi aa rahi thi. Bal k ek alag excitement c feel ho rahi thi. Jab hum ghar pohonche to gari se utarne se pehle uncle ne kaha.

Uncle: Raat ko darwaza khula rakhna, jo hamare kamro k beech hai.

Or ye keh ker wo gari se utar gaey. Doosri taraf mein ye sochne lagi k uncle kia kerne wale hain ab…!

Raat k khanay k bad hum apne kamre me aa gaey.

Uncle: Room ka darwaza band ker lo or hamare kamre k beech ka darwaza khol do. Me abhi ata hoon.

Mene haan me sir hila diya. Or sharma ker andar chali gai. Mujhe samajh nahi aa rahi thi k uncle kia kerne wale hain. Me apne kamre k andar gai to heran reh gai k uncle ne wahan ek dress rakha hai.

Dress kia tha, ek safaid shirt thi. Ek choti si skirt or sath me panty. Is k sath bra nahi thi. Shirt ka kapre itna patla nahi tha k sab nazar ata. Lekin usko pehen k sab se bari mushkil apne boobs per sajay nipples ko chupana tha. Us k sath hi uncle ka likha hua note para tha.

(Note: Me half hour me tumhain tayar dekhna chahta hoon. Tumhain sirf yei kapre pehenne hain. Is k elawa kuch b tumhare jism per nahi hona chahiye. Warna…! )

mujhe is bat ka achay se pata chal gya. K wo kia kehna chahte hain. Matlab saaf thaa k mujhe bra nahi pehenni thi. Uncle ka dominating personality mujhe pasand aya tha. Note me koi b baat aise nahi thi k wo mujhe request ker rahay hon. Bal k unho ne mujhe ek tarah se hukam diya tha. Mene uncle ki baat maan li or wo kapre pehen liye lekin me khud ko sheeshay me dekh k sharma

Q k shirt me phansay huay mere boobs or un per sajay nipple poori tarah se wazeh ho rahay thay. Jo k meri excitement ka saaf pata de rahay thay. Mene us k sath 0 number k glasses b laga liye. Ab mein ek perfect school girl lag rahi thi. Me dil me ik alag si ghabrahat or bechaini thi, pata nahi kia honay wala hai. Mujhe itna yakeen to tha k uncle meri marzi k bina kuch nahi karain gay. Lekin kia me khud ko rok sakoon gi? Me bina bra k dress pehen k hi itni excited ho gai thi. Kia me uncle ko rok paooo gi?

Thori der me darwazay per knock hui, jisay sunn ker mein apne hosh me wapas aie. Mene dono kamro k beech k darwazay ko dekha. Jo k unlock tha. To phir dastak dene ka maqsad kia hai? Uncle to andar aa sakte hain naa…! Lekin koi andar nahi aya. Ek bar phir se dastak hui. Me uth k darwazay k pas gai or dharaktay din k sath usko khol diya. Saamne uncle kharay thay, jo muskuratay huay mujhe dekh rahay thay. Me unki nazro ka samna naa kerte huay neeche dekhne lagi. Jab thori der tak unho ne koi harkat nahi ki to me darwaza khula chor ker apne bed ki taraf aa gai. Mere peeche peeche uncle b mere room me aa gaey. Me unki nazrain saaf mehsoos ker rahi thi k wo meri gol matol gand ko dekh rahay hain.

Uncle: Wah kitni piyari lag rahi ho? Bilkul meri Biwi Naheed ki tarah.

Mujhe uncle ki tareef pasand aei lekin apna muqabla unki marhoom biwi se kerna mujhe pasand nahi aya. Mere chehre ki taraf dekh ker uncle ko b is cheez ka ehsas ho gya k unho ne ghalat bol diya hai.

Uncle: Sorry! Plz mujhse naraz nahi hona. Tum bht bht piyari lag rahi ho. Dil kerta hai k….

Me: (beikhtiyar boli) kia dil kerta hai???

Uncle: Dil kerta hai k abhi tumhain bed per lita ker dher sara piyar keroon.

Uncle ki baat sunn ker meri chehre per sharam or haya ki lali dor gai. Uncle mere bilkul qareeb aa gaey. Itne qareeb k unki saansain mujhe apni saanso k sath mehsoos ho rahi thien.
Uncle: tum kitni khubsurat, kitni masoom ho. Kia tum mujhe ek cheez ki ijazat de sakti ho?

Me: kis cheez ki ijazat?

Uncle: Mujhe tumhari gori gori gol matol gand dekhni hai.

Me: Ye Ap kia keh rahay hain? Ap hosh me to hain?

Uncle: Mein bilkul hosh me hoon. Please mujhe ek bar dekhne do. Warna me pagal ho jaoon ga. Me tum se wada kerta hoon k is k elawa kuch nhi keroon ga. Please meri khuwahish poori ker do.

Me ek dum pareshan ho gai. Abhi me id soch me hi thi k

Uncle meri gori gand ko dekh ker apne hosh kho chukay thay. Mene jab apne Apko un se churanay ki koshish ki to un se bardasht naa hua. Unho ne ek jhatke se meri panty ko jhatka diya jo k phatt ker un k hath me aa gai.

Uncle: (Meri panty ko soongh ker) wah kia khushbu hai meri jaan. Tumhari panty b geeli ho rahi hai. Yani tum b is sab ko enjoy ker rahi ho.

Me: G nhi! Me bilkul enjoy nhi ker rahi.(jo k bilkul jhoot tha) Ab chorain mujhe.

Uncle ne mujhe apni taraf ghumaya or panty k geelay hissay ko mere moo rakh ker mujhe kiss kerna shuru ker diya.

Ye pehla moka tha k mein apna pani taste ker rahi thi. Sath hi uncle mujhe jo kiss ker rahay thay, us se mere jism me alag sa nasha chata ja raha tha. Kuch der bad uncle ne mujhe chor diya. Or meri panty ko poora mere moo me daal diya.

Uncle: Ab me ja raha hoon. Ye parcel hai. Is me wo dress hai jo tumne kal painting banwatay huay pehenna hai. Or haan! Ye panty subha tak tumhare moo me rahay gi. Isko nikalna nhi.

Mene uncle ki baat per haan me sir hila diya. Uncle usi darwazay se apne kamre me chale gaey. Tab k mein tezi se darwazay k pas pohonchi or usko lock ker k wahin taik laga k khari ho gai or apni tez sanso ko sambhalne lagi. Tabhi meri nazar parcel per pari. Jab usko khola to us k andar jo tha, wo dekh ker meri aankhain khuli ki khuli reh gaein.

Ye dress kia tha, ek black color ka kapra hi tha. Jo k mushkil se choot or gand ko hi dhakta tha. Is dress k sath bra or panties pehenne ka to sawal hi paida nhi hota tha. Me soch me parr gai. Mene ye decide kiya k mein is dress me apni painting nhi banwaoo gi. Lekin me kia uncle ko mana ker sakti hoon?????

 

Agle din hum dono tayar jo k ghar se nikle. Aj hamain pehle tiles ko select kerna tha. Us k bad ghar jana tha. Is liye hum zara der se nikle. Q k markets 11 bje k bad khulti hain. Uncle ki instructions per mene shirt k sath skirt pehen li. Shirt kafi hadd tak jism se chipki hui thi. Lekin kahin se b buri nahi lag rahi thi.

Mene dress k sath high heels pehen rakhi thi. Jis se me ek perfect secretary lag rahi thi. Or haqeeqat b yei thi. Me ek assistance ya ek secretary ki tarah her kam me uncle ki madad ker rahi thi. Ye bat alag thi k unki demand kuch alag b thi. Khair hum log saman le k 4pm ghar pohonche. Hum kafi thak chukay thay is liye aram kerne k liye ek taraf baith gaey. Me be khayali me is tarah baithi k mere boobs k oper ka hissa or cleavage uncle ko saaf nazar aa raha tha. Jis ko bhooki nazro se dekh rahay thay. Bal k apni aankho ko thanda ker rahay thay.

Mujhe jab is ka ehsas hua k uncle kia dekh rahay hain. To mene sharminda hotay huay khud ko chupana chaha.

Uncle: Aise hi baithi raho na. Me sirf dekh raha hoon. Kuch ker to nahi raha naaa…!

Me: Lekin….!

Uncle: Lekin wekin kuch nahi. Please meri request samajh k maan jao.

Uncle k saamne mujhe aise baithne me sharam aa rahi thi. Jab ki meri aadhi se ziada janghain or aadhay boobs unko nazar aa rahay thay. Lekin me waise hi baithi rahi. Jab 5:30 bje mazdoor chale gaey to hum b ghar wapas aa gaey.

Agle din mene ek loose top pehna or neeche Jeans. Jaise aam tor per modern larkiyan pehenti hain. Lekin is dress me ek problem b thi. Wo ye k shoulder wide hone ki waja se is k sath bra buri lagti thi. Is lie me ye dress nahi pehenna chahti thi. So mene uncle ko samjhanay ki koshish ki.

Jab mene yei bat uncle se ki k me bina bra k ye dress nahi pehen sakti. To wo thora gussay me aa gaey.

Uncle: Tum woi kero gi jo me kahoon ga. Samjhi!

Me: G Uncle. Par ye dress.

Uncle: par war kuch nahi. Tumhain ye dress aise hi pehenna hai jaise mene kaha.

Me: Please Uncle.

Uncle: (thora gussay me mere gala pakar ker) Tum ne kaha tha k tum meri her baat mano gi. Sahi kaha naa.

Me bari mushkil se muskuratay huay apni gardan haan me hila saki.

Uncle: To phir ye behes yahin khatam. Ab jaldi kero. Mujhe wahan ja k tumhari ek or painting banani hai.

Me: Kia Aj b?

Uncle: Haan. Aj dress or pose dono alag hon gay.

uncle ye keh ker mere qareeb atay hain. Or mere kaan me kehte hain.

Uncle: Mujhe disappoint matt kerna. Samajh gaien?

Me: Jee theek hai.

Uncle: bht achay. Mujhe tum se yei umeed thi.

Tab uncle apne room me chale jatay hain. Or mein apni garam choot ko sambhalne ki koshish kerne lagti hoon. Aise lag raha tha jaise meri choot me angaray jal rahay hain or ye aag mujhe jala dalay gi.

Hum jab uncle k ghar gaey to Aj unho ne mujhe ek patli si safaid shirt di pehenne k lie.

Me: Uncle ye me nahi pehen sakti. Ye to bilkul patli hai.

Uncle: Tumhain pehenni ho gi.

Me: Lekin apne wada kiya tha k ap meri marzi k khilaf kuch nahi karain gay.

Uncle: To me tumhari marzi k khilaf kahan kuch ker raha hoon? Me to kapre pehenne ka keh raha hoon. Me tumhain sirf dekhna chahta hoon. Lekin tumhara faida nahi uthaoo ga. I promiss.