Disha ghar mein beithe beithe kuch soch rahi thi. Karan sofe pe beithkar TV dekh raha tha. Karan ka dhyan TV pe tha. Disha cell phone pe whatsapp message kar rahi thi apne mummy ko. Karan ke cell phone pe ek call aaya. Karan call attain karne chala gaya. Disha ke cell phone mein Gangu ka call aaya.

“Hello.”
“Ha Disha. Main Gangu bol raha hoon.”
“Ha bolo kya hua ?”
“Tumko yeh kehna tha ki kaal subah aa raha hoon.”
‘Arey nahi Gangu kaal rehne do.”
“Kya hua ?”
“Kaal se lekar 5 deen tak Karan ke saath main apne ghar jaa rahi hoon. “
“Aacha aisa ? Aab kya karoon ? Tumhari yaad mein mooth maroon kya ?”
“Hahahahaha. Jisa thik lage waisa karo.”
“Chal koi baat nahi. Maine tumhare liye ek suprise rakha tha. Lekin chalo aane ke baad pata chalega.”
“Kya lekar aaye ho ?”
“Saree. OOOOO yeh kya bol diya.”
“Mujhe aab pata chal gaya. Hahahahah.”
“Tum sabse gandi aur wahiyat ho. Mera surprise bigad diya.”
“Tum jhat se bol diye.”
“Mood off ki wajah se.”
“Maine mood off kiya ?”
“Ha. Tum jaane ki baat ki. Aab kitna tadapta rahoonga.”
“Koi baat nahi 5 deen baad main aa jaungi. Phir jo chahe karna.”
“Aaa tu. Phir hisab leta hoon tera. Chal bye.”
“Bye.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too Gangu.”

      Disha ke chehre pe smile aa gayi. Tabhi Karan aakar wapis beith gaya.

“Disha kaal subah nikalna hoga. Sharp 7 am.”
“Ok. Lakin tum kyon aa rahe ho ? Aapna office work rokkar.”
“Kyon kya tumare mummy papa mere kuch lagte nahi ?”
“Aisi bat nahi hai.”
“To kaisi baat hai ? Tum jab mere papa mummy ko apna keh sakti ho to mera haq nahi banta ?”
“Sorry Karan.”
“It’s ok darling. Kaam se kaam is bahane tumhare saath time bhi spend kar loonga.”
“Mera ek aur kaam karoge ?”
“Kya ?”
“Mummy papa ko milne ke baad. Sasu maa se bhi mil aate hai na.”
“Lekin …..”
“Kya kuch deen aur chutti nahi le sakte ?”
“Ha jaaneman thik hai. 3 deen waha rok jayenge. Dono sas bahu duniya ki panchayat karna. Main apne secretary Anil ko bata deta hoon.”
“Ok.”

   Wise bhi Disha ko for a change jaane ka maan tha. Dono ka ghar waise bhi Jaipur mein tha. Kaam se kaam doosra mahol dekhkar relax to ho jayenge. Disha packing karne lagi aur Karan baki ki taiyaari kar raha tha. Dono taiyari karne ke baad so gaye.

Agle deen dono Jaipur ko rawana ho gaye. Karan aur Disha by car nikal gaye airport ke liye.

        Wahi aaj Saturday tha aur weekend tha. Simran Saturday and Sunday ko office nahi jaati. Woh aaj ghar mein thi. Kaal jo hua us baare mein sochkar use ghussa aa raha tha lekin phir doosri taraf jab woh us kiss ko yaad karti to najane kya use ho jata. Woh garam ho jaati. Us baarein mein yaad karke uska ghussa shaant ho jata. Woh maan hi maan khud se baat karti.

“Aisa kya hai us gande se buddhe aadmi mein ? Simran tune kai mardo ke saath sex kiya hai. Aaj sex kiya aur kaal bhul jaati lekin is buddhe mein aisi kya baat hai jisse bhula nahi paa rahi. Usne to uppar se tere body ko chua aur baas kiss hi to kiya phir kyon tu itna soch mein pad gayi. Kya tujhe uska yeh kis pasand to nahi aa gaya ? Nahi nahi rehne de. Kaha tera status aur kaha woh galeez buddha. Lekin phir wohi bat. Uske kiss mein aisa kya hai jo jawan mardo mein nahi tha. Yeh kiss koi mamuli nahi tha. Bahut hi dilkash lag raha hai woh pal.”

     Yeh saab sochkar uska haal boora hota jaa raha tha. Woh maan hi maan us scene ko yaad karne lagi. Tabhi Manu aa pahucha. Manu ko dekhar aaj pehli baar Simran muh nahi bigadi.

“Tum aa gaye ?”
“Koi samasya ho to keh do main chala jau.”
“Nahi aisi baat nahi hai.”
“To kaisi baat hai ?”
“Kuch nahi.”
“Kaal main koi shart jeeta tha. Yaad hai na ?” Manu ne tirchi smile dete hue kaha.
“Ha.” Simran ne kaha.
“To taiyaar ho mere hukum ke liye ?”
“Ha.”
“Dekho. Pehli baat yeh hai ki tu mere paas beith.”
“What ?”
“Jo kaha woh kar. Beith mere paas.”

   Simran aab Manu ke paas aakar beith gayi. Manu Simran ko upar se niche dekhte hue bola “Kaisa lag raha hai mere paas beithkar ?”Kehte hi Manu ne kamar pe haath rakh diya.
“Hey don’t touch me.”
“Chup. Main jo kahunga woh aab tujhe karna hoga. Chup chap mere saath chalo.”
“Kaha ?”
“Mere ghar. Chup chap koi kapda pehen le. Upar se burqa pehen. Aaj tujhe pata chalega ki kaise hum gareeb log jeete hai. Tum amir log hume galiyaan dete ho na ? Humara majak udate ho. Aab chal mere saath.”
“Lekin….. “
“Lekin kya ? Yahi shart hai. Jo main kahoo woh tum karo. Kuch nahi hoga “

      Simran ki majboori yeh thi ki use Manu ki haar baat manani padegi. Us kiss ke waqt to ego ka sawal tha isiliye Manu ke gandh ko sahan kiya. Manu itna ganda tha ki uski badbu sehna mushil ho. Lekin aab jab Simran haar chuki hai to baat manani hi padegi.  Simran ne salwar kameez pehna aur burqa upar pehen liya.

Manu ne upar se niche tak dekha aur bola “chalo koi tujhe nahi pehechanege isme.”
“Lekin hum jayenge kaise ?”
“Rikshaw se.”

   Dono chup chap ghar se nikle aur sadak ke kinare rikshaw hire karke chale gaye. Rikshaw slow chal rahi thi. Simran irritate hone lagi. Uske body language se saab samajh aa raha tha ki Manu ko. Manu ne Simran ke kaan ke paas jakar dheemi awaz mein kahh “abhi shuruaat nahi hui aur itna ghussa. Soch hume to yeh bhi naseeb nahi hota labhi kabhi. Tab humari kitni gaand jalti hogi. Aab teri gaand jaal rahi hai.”

     Simran ko Manu ka language aacha nahi laga aur ghusse se dheemi awaz mein kaha “How dare you. Mujhse itni gandi bhasha mein baat maat karo.”
Manu phir bola “tu mere yaha aane wali hai. Hum log aise hi baat karte hai. Tum logo ki tarah school mein padhne ke paise nahi the humare paas.”

      Rikshaw chalte chalte slum area mein pahuchi. Simran ki aankhe phati ki phati reh gayi. Foreign mein padhne wali aur billionaire lady ek slum jaise gande area ko life mein pehli baar dekh rahi hai. Woh maan hi maan gheen mehsoos kar rahi thi. Waha sabhi log jyadatar kaale aur bhadde the. Kuch sahi dikhne wale bhi the lekin unki sankhya bahut kaam thi. Jagah jagah kachi sadak aur gatar ka naala khula hua poore jagah badbu fela rahi thi. 

   Rikshaw thik Manu ke ghar ke paas ruki.

     Dono rikshaw se utare. Kai saare log burqa mein aurat (yani Simran) ko ghoor rahe the. Simran ko sharam aane lagi. Un sabhi mein se ek daru piya hua buddha paas aakar Manu ko bola “yeh nayi raand kaun hai ? Manu pichle mahine raand khane mein se Zareena ko choda tha. Aaj yeh naya maal kaun hai. Chal ise mere kamre le chal dono iski marenge chut aur gaand.” Itna kehkar buddhe ne Simran ka haath pakad liya. Simran darr gayi aur kapne lagi. Manu ne haath chudwate hue kaha “yeh woh nahi hai. Yeh kisi ki amanat hai. Kisi ki premika hai. Aisa maat karo bhai.”

   Buddha khud ko door karte hue “kiski premika hai yeh ?”

 Manu ne Simran ko apni aur khihte hue kamar ko kaaske pakadte hue “meri premika hai. Meri raani hai yeh.”
“Yeh burqa mein kyon hai. Iska chehra to dikhade.”
“Nahi bhai. Abhi nahi. Abhi jaa apne ghar. Iske saath thoda…. samajh gaya na.”
“Ja bhai. Iska game baja de. Chalo Manu ki maal phir kabhi milenge. Is buddhe se agar na ho paye to mera bistar hai na tereko garam karne ke liye.”
“Tu bhi to buddha hai. Is ladki ki main gaand marne ke liye kaafi hoon. Chal meri rani apne yaar ke bistar pe.” Manu apne ghar use pakadke le gaya. 

    Ghar ke andar lakar Manu ne darwaja band kar diya. Simran ne ghusse mein kaha “you bastard. Teri himmat kaise hui ? Yeh kehne ki.”
“Kya kehne ki ?”
“Yehi ki main tumhari…” Simran aage kuch nahi boli.
“Tu meri kya ?”
“Tumne mujhe apni premika kaise kaha ?”
“To ban jayegi aage meri premika.”
“Listen you….”
Manu ne ishare mein kaha “sssshhhh. Agar yeh na bolta uske samne to woh tujhe apne bistar lejata. Jabarjasti tera chod kaam karta. Mana karti na to tere jaise maal ko dekhkar dimag uska kharab to ho hi jatta aur ulta se sharab peeya hai to tera bang bhi kar deta aur to aur 2 se 4 deen apne room mein kaid karke bhi rakhta. Yeh saab dimag ke paidal log hai. Ulta se maine tujhe bacha liya. Tujh jaisi maal kabhi usne dekhi nahi hogi.”
“Yeh Zareena kaun hai ? Badi pahuchi hui lagti hai.”
“Hai yaha ki raand. Paise kamati hai dhandhe se. Mahine mein ek baar chudti hai mujhse.”
“Apni bhasha sambhalo.”
“Tu mere yaha par hai to waise hi reh samjhi.”
“Zareena kafi qareeb lagti hai.”
“Tujhse to aachi hi hai. Kaam se kaam gaali to nahi deti bina kaam ke. Tere jaisa kharab ho bhi kaun ?”

  Simran ko aab ghussa aane laga. Ek prostitute ko usse jyada aacha bola Manu ne. Ek badboodar buddhe ne aise kaise use kharab keh diya. Yeh baat Simran ko andar se lagi.

“Mera ghar dekha ?

“Nahi.”
“Dekhle. Waise ghar to nahi gareeb khana kahunga.”

     Simran piche mudi aur dekha to Manu ki baat sahi lagi. Chota aur ganda. Saaf safai bhi nahi aur to aur 1 hi kamra aur chota sa leaving room, bathroom aur kitchen. Is waqt dono leaving roo mein hai. Manu ka ghar jitna hai utna to Simran ka sirf car garage hai. Dono leaving hall mein the.

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     Simran ko bahut ajeeb sanfeel ho raha tha. Woh kabhi bhi nahi sochi ki gareebi aisi hoti hai. Koi suvidha nahi. Log bhi aache nahi aur to aur koi yaha dukhi bhi nahi is baat se. 

“Aab burqa mein rahogi kya ? Utar do.

  
   Simran piche jakar apna burqa utari. Butqa utarte hi Manu ke samne uski high class jawani dikhai dene lagi. Simran ka rang jaise doodh sa gora aur boobs kafi bade aur madmast, gaand haise marne ka dil kar jaye. Garmi mein bhi Simran ki jawani mast lag rahi thi. Waise Simran ko shayad kaafi deeno baad garmi lagi hogi kyonki mehlo mein rehne wali aaj gareeb khane mein jo aayi hai.

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“Garmi kafi lag rahi hai tujhko ?”
“Nahi aisi baat nahi hai.”
“Tera bagal (armpit) geela ho chuka hai. Aur tere chehre ki bekarari saaf batati hai ki garmi lag rahi hai tujhe.”
“Ha thodi hai.”
“Tere liye pankha chalu kar deta hoon.”

    Manu pankha chalu karke use sofa pe beithne ka ishara kiya. Simran sofe pe beithi. Manu bagal mein beith gaya. Manu ko paas delhkar use baas mehsoos hone laga. Lekin kare to kare kya ? Fan ki hawa sofe tak hi pahuch raha hai. Manu ne jaan bujhkar slow chalu kiya tha. Garmi thi aur Simran ka haal boora. Aakhirkar beithna hi pada.

    Manu ne poocha “mera ghar bekar laga hoga lekin tu bhi to kaha galat hai. Tune kaha in saab ko pehle kabhi dekha hai.”
“Thoda ajeeb hai yeh jagah.”
“Ek na ek deen tu wapis aayegi.”
“Mushkil hai. Yaha koi kaise reh sakta hai ?”
“Har aadmi ko gareebi nahi pasand. Aab maseeb mein hi gareeb paida hona hai to kar bhi kya sakte hai ?”
“Tumhara koi dost hai ?”
“Ha kuch hai. Woh saab tere jaise logo ke layak kaha. Saab mere jaise hi hai. Akele aur gareeb.”
“Tumhara parivaar nahi hai kya ?”
“Thi ek biwi. Saali bhaag gayi kuch logo ke saath. Badi madharchod aurat thi.”
“Please mere samne aisi baat maat karo.”
“Tu saali meri maa maat ban.”
“Mujhe kisi ki maa bhi nahi banana hai.”
“Woh to tu banegi.”
“Kiski maa ?” Simran ne confused hokar poocha.
  Manu ne Simran ke stomach pe haath rakhte hue kaha “mere bachche ki maa.”
“Please aisi bekar ki baat maat karo.” Simran be chidte hue kaha.
“Chal thik hai mood na kharab kar. Waise kya legi thanda ya garam ?”
“Mujhe kuch nahi chahiye.”
“Chal thik hai lekin ek baat bata. Kisi gande sapne se kaam nahi hai na yeh gareebi ?”
“Bahut boori chiz hai yeh gareebi.”
“Nahi galat.”
“To kya kehna chahate ho ?”
“Tumhari amiri sabse gandi hai humare liye.”
“Amiri kaise kharab ho sakta hai ?”
“Tum amir log ghamandi, ek doosre se jalnewale, kisi ko apna nahi mante ho. Aise log zindagi mein kis kaam ke. Hum gareeb jaroor hai lekin hum saab ek jaise rehte hai. Gande to gande hi sahi lekin kisi se jalte nahi hai.”

   Simran kuch nahi boli.
“Waise hum gareebo ko tujh jaisi maal ko dekhne ka naseeb mein kaha.”
“Shut up.” Simran ne ghussa dikhate hue kaha.

  Manu Simran ke qareeb aate hue khud se satake Simran ke gaal pe halki ki pappi dete hua kaha “tu ghusse mein haseen lagti hai.”
“Chodo mujhe gandh aa rahi hai tumhare jism se.”
“Aur teri jism se khushbu.” Manu ne aab thoda jor se kiss kiya gaal pe.

  Ek to human touch aur ulta se tareef Simran ko garam karne laga.

“Pleae leave me.” 
Manu ne aab apni gandi ungali Simran ke lips pe pherte hue “jee kar raha hai ki tere hoth ko chum loo. Tere makhmali jism ko chakhu.” 
“No please.”
Manu Simran ke neck pe kisa kiya.
“Aaaaahhhh chodo mujhe.”

  Manu ne apni pakad dhili karke jaane diya. Socha ki phir kabhi iski lega. Waise bhi itna nazdik aane par Simran ke kuch ma kehne par Manu mein himaat thodinsi aa gayi. Aab woh kabhi bhi uspe try kar sakega. Lekin thoda sabra karna sahi hoga.

“Chal aab tujhe gjar chodke aata hoon.”

   Manu Simran ko lekar uske ghar use chodne gaya. Dono ne kuch nahi kaha ek doosre se. Simran sharmake bhaag gayi. Manu apni kamini se smile dekhar waha se chala gaya.

 Kaafi lambi chutti ke baad Disha aur Karan Delhi pahuche. Aab vacation poora hua aur Karan ka busy life start. Dono ne vacation mein family ke saath khub maje kiye the. Delhi wapis aate hi Disha ko Gangu ki yaad satane lagi. Gangu ke bina woh tadapti jaa rahi thi. Aab baas Gangu ke aane ki der thi. Disha aab Gangu ke saath sex karna chahati thi. 

       Karan roj ki tarah office chala gaya. Disha andar hi andar garam hone lagi Gangu ko yaad karke. Gangu ko phone lagaya Disha ne. Gangu ne call receive kiya.

Gangu :- ha jaaneman. Kaisi ho tum ?
Disha :-  Bilkul bhi thik nahi. Jaldi aao mere paas. Tumhari yaad mein pagal ho rahi hoon.
Gangu :- Dil to kar raha hai teri thukai karne ki lekin aaj thodi si thakan jaisi lagi hui hai. 
Disha :- main aao tumse milne ?
Gangu :- jaanemaan aaj main thoda sust rahoonga. Neend bhi bahut aa rahi hai. 
Disha :- (thoda udas hokar) ok.
Gangu :- mera ek kaam karna Disha.
Disha :- kya ?
Gangu :- tumhare liye jonsaree kharida tha woh Gafur ke paas hai. Tum apna size bata do taki apne dukan mein woh sahi tarah se silwa sake.
Disha :- lekin main jaun ?
Gangu  :- Gafur bhi to apna hai. Thoda bahut mil aaya karo. Akele rehkar ub jata hai. Chalo Disha mujhe sone do. Bahut thaka hua hoon.

      Gafur ka naam sunkar Disha ko bahut ajeeb sa lag raha tha. Gafur phir se uske saath woh saab na kar beithe. Lekin Disha ne tai kar liya ki Gafur ko uske paas aane nahi degi. Chahe kuch bhi ho jaye. Khud ko taiyaar karke Disha Gafur ke ghar ko nikal gayi.

    Basti mein pahuchkar Disha Gafur ke ghar pahuchi. Gafur white skull cap pehna hua tha. Masjid se wapis aaya hua tha. Ek lamba safed kurta aur kaali lungi mein Gafur ek asal ***** aadmi lag raha tha. Gafur ke ghar ek aadmi aaya hua tha. Woh waha se chala gaya tha. Disha andar aayi. Disha ko dekhkar Gafur khush hua.

Gafur :- Allah kasam kya khushi ho rahi hai tumhe dekhkar.
Disha :- woh aadmi kon tha ?
Gafur :- mera damad ka ladka. Rajeev Sinha. 
Disha :- Aapka damad ….
Gafur :- ha wahi. Dosre dharam ka hai. Meri beti ne pyaar karke shaadi ki. Humne kai baar mana kiya lekin uski khushi ke liye humne uski shaadi kisi aur dharam wale ke saath karwa di. Waise woh aaya tha kuch deen rehne phir aaj hi Bihar ke liye nikal gaya.
Disha :- thik.
Gafur :- waise tumhari saree waha hai. Gangu ka tohfa.

      Disha thoda sharma gayi aur saree lekar aa pahuchi. 
   

Gafur :- Waise aaj Kalu chutti pe hai. 
Disha :_ To aab kya ?
Gafur :- Tumhara naap main le leta hoon.
Disha :- Nahi main kaal aa jaungi.
Gafur :-Arey tum bhi na. Aaj agar kaam ho jata hai to kaal ki rah kyon dekh rahi ho ?
Disha :- Lekin woh main…….
Gafur :- Arey main size aache se le loonga. Koi fariyaad nahi aayegi tumhari, Iski guarantee meri. Aab chalo bhi.

    Disha thodi chauk gayi. Gafur ko mauka mil gaya nazdik aane ka. Disha khud ko sambhal rahi thi kyonki pichli baar Gafur ke touch se woh behek gayi thi. Gafur apne bedroom gaya aur inch tap lekar aa pahucha Disha ke paas.

“Aab yeh burqa utar do. Taki main body ka naap le sakoon.” Gafur ne kaha.

   Disha ne apna burqa utar diya. Disha ek sleeveless kurti mein thi jo use sexy bana rahi thi. Itna gora rand aur sexy figure mein woh kisi ko pagal bana sakti thi aur yeh to Gafur hai jo pehle se hi uske liye pagal hai. Disha ko dekhkar Gafur andar se hil chuka tha. Gafur ne ishare mein hi Disha ki tareef kar di. Disha thodi muskura di. 

  Baad mein Disha ko realize hua ki Gafur ki tareef sunkar woh kyon itna khush ho rahi hai. Use baas distance maintain karna hai aab Gafur ke saath. Lekin Gafur bhi kaccha  khiladi nahi. Itni jaldi haarega nahi. Disha ke bade boobs ko dekhkar Gafur ne than liya ki aaj Disha ko aise jaane nahi dega. Aaj woh uske saath apne bedroom mein apni iccha poori karke hi rahega.

     ‘Aab thoda nazdik aaiye Dishaji. Warna kaise size ka pata lagaunga ?” Gafur ne kaha.

   Disha thoda ghabrate hue nazdik aayi. Gafur ne sabse pehle kamar ka naap liya. Inch tap ko kamar pe set karke halke se doosre haath ke sahare kamar ko touch kar raha tha. Kamar bada hi sexy tha. Gafur ne halke se inch tap ko kamar pe tightly bandha aur haath se kamar ko touch kar raha tha. Pehle hi chuan se Disha ki jaise saasein thamne lagi. Use jaise electricity ka current lag gaya ho aisa mehsoos ho raha tha.

“Kya hua ? Saab thik to hai na ?” Gafur ne poocha. 
“Nahi nahi koi problem nahi hai.”

    Gafur samajh gaya ki Disha uske chune se upar niche ho rahi hai. Gafur samajh gaya ki manzil door nahi. Kuch hi der mein Disha ke body pe apna kabza jama dega. Soch raha tha ki ek baar uspe apna kabza jama de phir to aage jaakar uska fayda hi fayda uthayega. Gafur ne paper pe kamar ka naap likha. Gafur thode door jake ghar ka darwaja baand kar diya.

“Yeh kya kar rahe ho ? Darwaja kyon baand kar diya ?”
“Arey daro maat. Ghar ko main khula nahi rakh sakta. Warna koi aa jayega.”
“Thik hai.”
“Dono haath uppar karo. Blouse ka size lena hai.”

    Disha ne haath upar kiya. Gafur dekh raha tha ki kya mast armpit hai Disha ki. Ekdum saaf aur sexy armpit hai. 

“Arey hath ko thik se upar karo. Warna kaam thik se nahi ho payega.” Gafur ne armpit ko touch karke haath upar karwaya.

   Gafur ke baar baar touch hone se Disha ka mansik santulan dagmaga raha tha. Gafur apna  inch tap lekar Disha ke boobs ko cover kiya. Is bahane woh boobs ko halke se dabane bhi laga. Disha ki aankhe band ho gayi. Gafur ke chune se Disha kuch bol nahi pa rahi thi. Disha ke kuch na bolne se Gafur ke andar himmat aa chuki thi. Aab inch tap se size lekar woh apne haatho se boobs ko masalne laga. Disha ne rokte hue kaha “Yeh saab maat karo. Please.”
“Kyon mujhe rok rahi ho ?” Gafur ne masalte hue kaha.
“Main behek jaungi.”
“To behek  jao na. Mujhe karne do na jo karna chahata hoon.”
“Sharam nahi aati aapko yeh saab karte hue ?” Disha khud ko alag karte hue.