Sawaan jo aag lagaaye

By Prem Guru & Lata

Mere pyaare pathako aur pathikaao. Main Prem Guru umar 32 saal ek multinational company me manager. Mera mail ID : Premguru2u@yahoo.com ; Premguru2u@rediffmail.com Ye kahaani nahi sacchi ghatana hai. Koi 10 saal purani baat hai jab Engineering ki ek training ke program ke silsile me jab main Aagara Mausi ke ghar 10-15 dino ke liye thahara tha. Lalita (Lata) meri Mausi ki ladaki umar 18 saal 32-24-34 B.A. 1st year me padh rahi thi. Lo aage usi ki jabaani suno :

Ye Shama ki bacchi bhi ek nambar ki chuddakad hai. Apane bhaaijaan ke saath chudaai ke kisse is tarah sunaati hai ki meri muniya bhi pihu pihu bolane lag jaati hai. Aap jaroor soch rahe honge ye Shama kaun hai. Oh main to batana hi bhool gai. Shama meri sab se pyaari sahali hai. Mere saath BA kar rahi hai. Agale mahine uski shaadi bhi hone waali hai apane chacha ke ladake ke saath. Unhe shaadi ki koi jaladi nahi hai wo to shaadi se pahale hi roj apani suhaagraat manaate hain. Shama bataati hai ki unke bhaaijaan (Gul Hassan) unke chaacha ka ladaka hai. Unka pariwaar bhi unke saath waali kothi me hi rahata hai. Unka kapade ka bahut bada karobaar hai. Shama apne waaliden ki ikloti santaan hai aur Gul Hassan bhi apne maa baap ka iklota beta hai. Dono ki mangani ho chuki hai aur agale mahine shaadi hai.

Class room me ham saath saath hi baithe hai. Jab bhi koi khaali period hota hai to ham dono college ke lawn ya canteen me chale jaate hai aur fir Shama apni chudaai ke kisse ras le le kar sunaati hai ki kal raat bhaaijaan ne kis aasan me uski dhamaakedaar chudaai ki thi. Maine us se poochha tha ki tumne shaadi se pahalehi chudaai me dar nahi lagata to wo boli ki chudaai me dar kaisa. Khub mast hokar chudawaati hun main to. Aur rahi hamal (garbh) thaharane ki baat to aaj kal bahut si pills milati hai jinse uska bhi koi dar nahi hai.

“Aare pahali chudaai to suhaagraat me ki jaati hai tumne to shaadi ke pahale hi sab kuchh kar liya ab suhaagraat ko kya karogi ?” maine poochha to wo hansate hue boli

“Aare meri banno meri choot ki sahali fir kis kaam aayegi”

Main hairaani se use dekhate hue poochha “wo kya hoti hai ?”

“Tum to ek nambar ki lallu ho. Aare bhai main gaand maharaane ki baat kar rahi hun” usne aankh maarate hue kaha to meri hansi nikal gai.

“Chhii… chhii.. usme bhi bhala koi karata hai ?”

“aare meri banno chudaai me kuchh bhi ganda ya bura nahi hota. Is jawaani ka poora maja lena chaahiye. Mere bhaaijaan to kahate hai asali maja to gaand baaji me hi aata hai.” wo jor jor se hasane lagi

“to kya unhone tumhari… mera matalab…” main gadbada si gai

“Nahi uske liye maine hi mana kar diya. Gaand to me unse jaroor marwaaungi par suhaagraat ko” Shama ne kaha. “Achha chal tu bata tune kabhi kuchh kiya ya nahi ?”

“Maine ?? on no maine kabhi kisi ke saath kuchh nahi kiya” maine bataye

“Tum bhi niri bahanji ho. Shaadi se pahale ki gai chudaai me alag hi maza hota hai. Ladaki ki khoobsurati chudaai ke baad aur bhi badh jaati hai. Ye dekh mere mumme aur chuttar (nitamb) kitane gol matol ho gaye hai ek saal ki chudaai me hi. Tu kisi ko kyon nhi patati kyon apni jawaani ko barbaad kar rahi hai. In mummon ka doodh kisi pyaase ko pila diya kar 32 se 36 ho jaayege.”

Kitana ganda bolati hai ye Shama. Mujhe to in ka naam lete hue bhi sharam aati hai fir chudaai ki baat to door ki hai. Par jab bhi Shama apni chudaai ki baat karati to meri muniya bhi chulbula uthati aur aansu bahane lag jaati aur fir mujhe toilet me ja kar uski pitaai karani padati. Maine abhi tak apna komaariya (virginity) bacha kar rakha tha. Main to chaahati thi ki apana unchhua badan apne pati ko hi suhaagraat me samarpit karun par Shama ki baaten sun sun kar aur is pikki me anguli kar kar main bhi thak gai thi. Meri raarton ki neend is Shama ki bacchi ne haraam kar di thi. Ab maine bhi soch liya tha ki ek baar chudaai ka maza le hi liya jaaye. Par kiske saath ? mohalle me to kai fature (shohade) apana lund haathon me liye firate hai par mere sapano ka Raaj kumaar to unme se koi nahi hai. Haan college me jaroor ek do ladake meri pasand ke hai par wo kisi na kisi ladaki ke chakkar me pade rahate hai.

Aur fir jaise bhagwaan ne meri sun li. Prem bhayya 3-4 din pahale hi to hamaare yaha aaye hai apani training ke silsile me. Pahale to maine dhyaan hi nahi diya. Oh.. main bhi niri ulloo hi hun. Itana sundar sajila jawaan mere paas hai aur main apani choot haathon me liye bekaar ghoom rahi hun. Prem bhayya meri Jodhpur waali mausi ke ladake hai. Bachapan me to ham saath saath hi khelate aur baarish me nahaate the par pichhale 3-4 saal me nahi mil paai thi. Parason jab wo aaye the to unhone mujhe apni baahon me bhar liya tha. Pahali baar mujhe laga ki main apane bhayya se nahi kisi mard ke seene se lagi hun. Mere uroj unke seene se lag gaye the. Par wo to mujhe abhi bhi chhoti hi samajh rahe honge. Maine socha kyon na Prem bhayya se…..

Oh.. ye kaise ho sakata hai. Wo mere sage to nahi par mausere bhaai to hain aur bhaai ke saath… oh ye namumkin hai. Wo to mujhe abhi bhi bacchi hi samajhate honge. Unhe kya pata ki ab bacchi nahi kayamat ban chuki hun. Mere nitamb dekh kar to achhe achho ke dhillu prasaad khade ho jaate hai aur unke seene par saanp lotane lag jaate hai. Raaste me chalate hue jab koi fikare kasata hai to mujhe bahut gussa aata hai par fir main romanch se bhi bhar jaati hun. Kaash main bhi Shama ki tarah hoti to main bhi Prem ke saath aasani se sab kuchh karwa leti aur shaadi ke baare me bhi soch sakati thi par hamaare dharam aur samaaj me aisa kaise ho sakata hai. Pata nahi in dharam ke thekedaaron ne aurat jaati ke saath attyachaar kyon kiya hai. Aurat aur mard ka rista to kudarat ne khud banaya hai. Shama batati hai ki unki ek ristedaar hai usne to apane sage bhaai se hi chudwa liya hai. Maine bhi sab kuchh soch liya….

Bachpan me mujhe baarish me nahana bahut achha lagata tha. Meri mummy to mujhe baarish me bheegane hi nahi deti thi. Jab bhi main baarsih me nahaati to mujhe jor ki thand lagati aur main bimaar pad jaati to mummy bahut hi gussa hoti. Ab bhi jab baarish hoti hai to main apne aap ko nahi rok pati bhale hi mujhe baad me takleef hi kyon na ho. Aur fir sawaan ki barsaat to main mis kar hi nahi sakati.

Hamaara ghar do manjila hai. Upar ek room bana hai aue uske saath hi baathroom bhi hai. Agar koi guest aa jaaye to usme hi tahar jaata hai. Prem Bhayya ko bhi wohi room diya hai. Wo room me bina kisi disturbanse ke apani padhaai likhaai kar sakate the. Us samay raat ke koi 10.30 baje honge. Ham sabhi ne khaana kha liya tha. Mummy papa so gaye the. Main Prem bhayya ke paas baithi gapp laga rahi thi. Baahar baarish ho rahi thi. Mera jee baarish me nahaane ko karane laga. Maine bhayya se kaha to wo bole “tumhe thand lag jaayegi mausiji bahut daantengi”

“Oh kuchh nahi hota please bhayya aap bhi aa jaao na bahut maja aayega saath nahaane me”

Aur fir ham dodno hi baahar aa gaye. Maine halke rang ka top aur patala sa cotton ka paajaama daal rakha tha. Aap to jaanate hai main raat ko sote samay bra aur penty nahi daalati. Bhayya ne bhi kurta pajaama daal rakha tha. Main koi 2-3 saal baad hi baarish me naha rahi thi. Pahale to mujhe bada maja aaya par baad me thand ke kaaran mere daant bajane lage aur mujhe chheenke aani shuru ho gai. Geele kapado me mera saanche me dhala badan saaf najar aa raha tha. Mere gol gol uroj bheege shirt se saaf najar aa rahe the. Bhayya ki ghoorti aankhen mujh se chhupi nahi thi. Bhagwaan ne aurat jaati ko ye gun to diya hi hai ki wo aadmiyon ki najaron ko ek minat me hi pahchaan leti hai. Unki aankhon ki chamak main bhala kaisi nahi pahchaanti.

Mujhe apni or dekhate hue paakar bhayya bole “Maine tumhe mana kiya tha na. Ab mausiji kitana naaraj hongi”

“Oh bhayya please mummy ko mat bata….. o… chhhiiiiiiii…..” mujhe jor ki chheenk aa gai.

Bhayya mera haatha pakad kar neeche le jaane lage. Maine kaha “nahi neeche mummy dekh lengi aapke kamare me hi chalate hain” aur hum andar aa gaye. Mere daant bajate ja rahe the. Bhayya ne tauliye se mera shareer ponchhana shuroo kar diya. Shareer ponchhate hue unka haath mere urojon aur nitambon se touch kar gaya. Mere shareer me jaise koi bijali si daudi. Main to romanch se bhar uthi. Mera ang ang geele kapado me saaf jhalak raha tha.

“Oh in geele kapado ko utaarana hoga par wo .. wo tumhare liye sukhe kapade..?”

“Koi baat nahi aaki koi lungi aur shirt to hongi”

“Aan… hum” unhonne apni lungi aur shirt mujhe de di. Ham dono ne baathroom me jaakar kapade badal liye. Dheeli shirt me mere urojon ki ghundiyaan saaf dikh rahi thi. Gol gol santare jaise mere uroj to is samay tan kar khade kayamat bane the. Bhayya ki najare to un par se hat hi nahi rahi thi. Itane me jor se bijali kadaki to dar ke maare bhayya ki or sarak aayi. Mere daant ab bhi baj rahe the.

Bhayya bole “Tumne to jaanbujhkar musibat mol li hai. Laao thumhaare haath aur pair mal deta hun is se tyumhari thand kam ho jaayegi” aur unhine mere najauk haath apne haathon me le liye. Kisi mard ka ye pahala spash tha. Mere shareer me ek jhurjhuri si daudnae klagi. Bhayya mere haath malate ja rahe the. Maine kankhiyon se dekha tha unka ‘wo’ kutubmeenaar ban gaya hai. He bhagwaan ye to kam se kam 7-8 inch ka to jaroor hoga. Unki saanse garam hoti jaa rahi thi. Mera bhi yahi haal tha. Mere honth kaanp rahe the par is baar thand ke kaaran nahi balki romanch ke kaaran. Par maine thand ka bahaana banaaye rakha.

Fir bhayya bole “Lata laao tumhaare pair ke talwe bhi mal deta hun”

Main bhi to yahi chaahati thi. Main bed se tek lagaaye ukadoo baithi thi. Maine ek pair thoda sa aage kar diya. Unhone mere pair ke talwon ko malana shuroo kar diya. Jaise hi unhonne pair thoda sa upar kiya meri dheeli lungi neeche ho gai. Maine jaan bujh kar iski or koi dhyaan nahi diya. Main jaanati thi meri muniya ab unko saaf dikh rahi hogi. Maine adhkhuli aankhon se dekha bhayya ki kanpati laal ho gai hai. Thoda sa paseena bhi aane laga hai. Unke honth bhi kaampane se lage hai. Main aankhe band kiye romanch ke saagar me gote laga rahi thi. Bhayya ka bura haal tha. Wo to taktaki lagaaye meri jaanghon ki or hi dekhe ja rahe tha. Chhote choote bhure baalon se lakdak meri pikki ko dekh kar wo to jaise nihaal hi ho gaye the. Unke haath kaamp rahe the. Maine chhedane ke andaaj me unse kaha “Bhayya aapko bhi thand lag rahi hai kya ?”

“aan.. haan shaayad aisa hi hai”

“Par thand me to daant bajate hai aap ko paseena kyon aa raha hai ?”

“Wo.. wo… oh kuchh nahi” unki aankhen ab bhi meri pikki ki or hi thi. Maine jhat se apana pair khanchate hue lungi se dhak liya.

“… oh sorry” bhayya ki haalat to ab dekhane laayak thi.

“Bhayya ye cheating hai” maine jhootmuth ka gussa kiya.

“Oh sorry baba maine kuchh nahi dekha”

“To fir aap itana ghabra kyon rahe hain” meri hansi nikal gai.

“Oh sorry”

“Achha bhayya sach batana aapki koi girl friend hai ?”

“Aare .. wo… nahi to… par tum ye kyon poochh rahi ho?”

“Please bataao na bhayya”

“Aare maine bataya na ki meri koi girl friend nahi hai. Mujhe to padhaai se hi fursat nahi milati. Par ek baat hai’

“Wo kya ?”

“Tumhari wo jo friend hai na aare wohi jo subah aai thi ?”

“Oh.. Shama”

“Haan wo bahut khoobsurat hai ?”

“Oh to mere bhayya us par mar mite hain” main hasane lagi

“Nahi aisi baat nahi hai. Vaise wo hai lajawaab” bhayya ki aankhon me jaise chamak si aa gai thi.

“Aare uska veeja lag chulka hai wo haath aane waali nahi hai ?”

“Oh..”

“Aisi kya baat hai usme ?”

“Yaar Lata uske boobs aur nitamb to kamaal ke hai” Bhayya ne bole. Unki aankhom me ab laal dore tairane lage the.

Ye mard bhi sabhi ek jaat ke hote hai. Aurat ki khoobshurati to unhe kewal nitambon aur urojon me hi najar aati ahi. Maine apane man me kaha ek baar mere dekh loge to sab kuchh bhul jaaoge. Fir maine kaha

“Achha meri figar kaisi hai ?”

“aare tum to husn ki mallika ho. Agar koi farista bhi thuhaare bheege badan ko dekh le to jannat ka raasta bhool jaaye”

Jee me to aay kah doo ‘fir tum kyon nahi raasta bhool rahe ho’ par maine kaha “Kya waakai main itani sundar hun ?”

“Sachhi Lata kabhi kabhi to main ye sochata hun agar tum meri mausari bahan nahi hoti to main kisi bhi keemat par tumse shaadi kar ke chhodata…” unhone mera haath apane haathon me lete hue kaha “Ahh.. par aisa kahaan sambhav hai”

“Kyon ?” maine anjaan banate hue kaha. Main unki ukahadi hui saanse achhi tarha mahsoos kar rahi thi. Unka paajama to tamboo hi bana tha.

“Oh.. Lata.. sachi main in teen dino se tumhaare baare me soch soch kar pagaal sa ho gaya hun. Lagata hai main sachmuch hi tumhe pyaar karane laga hun. Ye saamaajik bandhan bhi hum jaiso ki jaan hi lene ke liye bane hai” Bhayya ki aawaj kaamp rahi thi.

“Bhayya kya aapne kabhi socha ki main aapke baare me kya sochati hun ?”

“Kya matalab ?” ab unke chonkane ki baari thi.

“Haan bhayya main bhi aapse pyaar karane lagi hun” maine apni najaren jhuka lee.

“Oh.. meri Lata meri Lilly meri jaan” aur bhayya mujh se lipat hi gaye. Unhone mujhe apnai baahon me bhar liya aur mere hontho par ek chumman le liya. Ahh.. wo pyaar ka pahala chumman mujhe romanch se bhar gaya. Mera tan man sab kuchh to usi ek chhuwan ki lajjat se sarabor ho gaya. Maine bhi apane jalate honth unke honthon par rakh diya.

Mujhe nahi pata kitani der ham log isi tarah ek doosare ko chumate rahe. Ham to jaise apani sudhbudh hi kho baithe the. Main to unse aise lipati thi jaise koi lata kisi ped se. Baahar jor ki bijali kadaki tab hame hosh aaya. Bhayya ne jhat se uth kar kamare ka darwaaja band kiya aur fir waapas aakar mujhe apane aagosh me bhar liya.

“Lata kahin ham galat to nahi kar rahe?”

“Oh.. bhayya ab kuchh mat socho. Is raat aur in haseen lamhon ko yadgaar bana lo. Chhodo in purani dakiyanusi baaton ko”

Aur fir……………….

Unhone mujhe kas kar apni baahon me bhar liya aur meri lungi ko kheenchane lage. Maine kaha “Nahi pahale light band karo”

Unhon ne jhat se light band kar di aur mujhe apni baahon me bhar liya. Khidaki se halki roshani aa rahi thi. Ab unhone apane aur mere kapade nikaal fenke. Ab ham dono hi ek dam nange the. Meri muniya to kab ki paani chhod chhod kar peehu peehu kar rahi thi. Maine sharm ke maare apane haath apani muniya ke upar rakh liya.

“Lata meri jaan ab sharam chhodo mujhe apni is pyaari muniya ko prem karane do.”

Prem ne mere haath pare kar diye. Main chit leti thi. Meri jaanghen aapas me kasi hui thi. Ek anjaane dar aur romanch se main to labalab bhari hui thi. Unhone apne ek haath dheere se meri pikki ki keshar kyaari par firaaya. Aur fir apane jalate hue honth meri muniya ke hontho par jaise hi rakhe meri ek halki si sitkar nikal gai. Fir apani jeebh meri muniya ki gulaabi pankhudiyon ko choom liyaaur fir use chaatana shuroo kar diya to meri band taange apane aap khulane lagi. Fir unhone apane dono haathon se meri pikki ki dono faankon ko choda kiya. Shahad ki kuppi jaisi laal gulaabi rangat waali prem ras me sarabor hui unchhui pikki halki ‘put’ ki aawaj ke saath khul gai. Unhone apani jeebh se use chatana shuroo kar diya. Mere munh se sahasa nikal pada “Uii……. maa…….” Aare abhi to unhone do teen baar hi jeebh firaayi thi meri pikki to nihaal hi ho gai aur apne prem ras ki 4-5 bunden unhe aprit kar dee. Wo to mast hokar use chaat hi gaye. Main sitkar par sitkar karane lai. Mere pair apane aap upar utha gaye aur maine unki gardan ke chaaron or lapet liya. Wo kabhi mere nitambon ko sahalaate kabhi mere nanhe nanhe urojon ko dabaate. Mainn to saatavwn aasamaan par thi.

“Oh.. Prem bas karo mujhe kuchh hota ja raha hai. Mera shareer alkadane laga aur saanse tej hone lagi. Mujhe laga jaise kahi main anjaane khumaar ya unmaad me doob rahi hun. Maine unke sir ke baalon ko jor se pakad liya aur apani pikki ki or daba diya. Aur uske saath hi meri kilkaari nikal gai aur meri pikki ne garam garam prem ras ki jaise bochhar hi chaaloo kar di. Ahh… itana maja to kabhi hast maithun karke bhi nahi aaya tha. Shama sach kah rahi thi. Is lajjaat (swaad) se ab tak main to anjaan hi thi. Prem poora ka poora ras chatkhaare lekar pee gaya.

“Oh meri Lily meri jaan maja hi aa gaya” Prem ne uthate hue kaha. Mera shareer ab bhi romaanch se kaanp raha tha. Wo mere upar aa gaye. Aur mere honthon ko chusane lage. Unke hontho par lage mere prem ras ka namkeen aur kuchh khatta sa swaad mujhe bhi mil hi gaya. Wo kabhi mere gaalo ko kabhi mere hontho ko kabhi gale ko kabhi urojon ko chumate hi ja rahe the. Fir unhone apana munh mere Ras koopon (urojon) par laga diya aur unki chane ke jitani badi nippals ko chusana chaalu kar diya. Kabhi wo ek uroj ko poora munh me bhar lete aur choosate aur kabhi doodsare ko. Meri to sitkar hi nikalati ja rahi thi.

Achaanak mera haath unke ‘us’ se takaraya. Oh mujhe sharam aa rahi hai uska naam lete hue. Aap samajah rahe hai na. Lagbhag 7” lamba aur 2’ mota unka pappu to akad kar jaise lohe ki rod hi bana tha. Maine pyaar se use chhua to wo to fufkaare hi maarane laga. Maine pyaar se use sahalaana shuroo kar diya to usne bhi thumke lagaane chaalu kar diye. Maine jab supaade par anguli firaayi to mujhe khuchh lesdaar sa chipchipa sa mahsoos hua. Shama batati hai ye pre cum hota hai. Kuch namkeen sa hota hai aur iska swaad bahut hi majedaar hota hai. Par main abhi use munh me nahi lena chahati thi.

“Lata meri raani bahan kya tum taiyyaar ho ?” unhone mere honth chumate hue poochha

“Kiske liya ?”

“Oh ye bhi bataana padega kya ?”

“Haan bataaye bina to mai kaise samajhungi ?” maine unki naak par ek chumma le liya

“Ab chudaai karani hai”

“Oh Bhayya tum bahut ganda bolate ho ?”

“Ab chudaai ko to chudaai hi kaha jaayega aur kya bolu ?”

“Oh ye ganda shabd hai ham ise prem milan kahenge ‘wo’ nahi”

“Wo kya ?”

“Oh bhayya fir aap … nahi mujhe sharm aati hai” aur maine jor se unhe apani baahon me bhar kar unke honth choom liye. Ab wo kahaan rukane waale the. Ek haath badha kar unhon ne bed ki side drawer se vasaline ki dabbi nikaali aur ek anguli me creem bhar kar meri pikki ke hontho par aur chhed me laga di. Main to sihar hi uthi romanch se. Unhone dheere dheere apani angulion se meri pikki ki faankon ko masalana shuroo kar diya. Fie ek anguli mere prem dwaar ke chhote se chhed me daal di. “Uiiii…. Maaaa….” Mujhe gudgudi si ho rahi thi. Unhone ab anguli andar baahar karani shuroo kar di. Main to jaise madhosh hi ho gai. Mere munh se to bas aahh… oiiii hi nikalate ja raha tha. Fir unhone apne pappu ko bhi creem se tar kar liya aur use meri pikki ke munh par rakh diya. Wo to bechhari kab ki taras rahi thi. Unhone koi jaldi nahi ki. Mujhe badi hairaani ho rahi thi ye itani der kyon kar rahe hai. Shama to kahati hai ki Sikandar to ek hi jhatake me apana poora lund uski choot me utaar deta hai.

Prem ne ek haath meri kamar ke neeche laga liya aur ek haath meri gardan ke neeche. Usne mere honth apane honthon me bhar liye. Meri muniya to pihu pihu kar rahi thi. Usne ek jor ka saans liya aur dheere se ek dhakka lagaya. Meri pyaari muniya ko cheerata hue unka pappu 3 inch tak meri pikki me ghus gaya aur usm ke saath hi meri ghuti ghuti cheenkh nikal gai. Mujhe laga jaise kisi ne lohe ki garam salaakh meri pikki me thok di ho. Mujhe aise laga jaise meri pikki ki chamadi kisi ne chaaku se cheer di hai. Main kasmasane lahi. Aur jaise hi mere honth unke munh se chhoote meri halki si cheenkh nikal gai. “Oh bhayya main mar gai…….”

“Bas bas meri jaan ab dard khatam bas thoda s bardast karlo ab aage maja hi maja hai”

“Nahi bhayya nikaal lo main mar jaaungi bahut dard ho raha hai”

“Bas ek minat ki baat hai. Please chup karo. Bas ab dard khatam”

Aur kamaal hi ho gaya. Mera dard khatam ho gaya. Aah….. ab to bas maja hi maja tha. Prem dhere dheere dhakka lagaane lage par poora andar nahi kiya. Maine kaha “ab mat tarsaao poora daal do”

“Kya daal dun ?”

“Oh bhayya aap to mujhe besharm hi kar ke chhodoge. Nahi main isaka naam nahi le sakati ye to mera pyaara mitthu hi hai as ab to aap khus ho na ?”

Aue unhone mujhe jor se apani baahon me bheench liya. Main to masti ke saagar me dubi thi. Par mujhe kya pata tha abhi to asali kaam baaki tha. Maine apane nitamb uchhalane shuroo kar diye. Prem ek minat ke liye ruk gaya. Aur fir bola “Dekho meri jaan thoda sa dard aur sahan karana hoga”

“Oh Prem ab kuchh mat poochho ab daal do poora andar ab dard ki chinta mat karo tumhaare liye main sab sahan kar lungi.”

Fir unhone mujhe kas kar apani baahon me bhar liya aur ek jor ka dhakka lagaya. Unka 7” lamba pappu meri muniya ki jhilli ko rondata hua andar sama gaya. Mere munh se jor ki cheenkh aur aankhon se aansu dono ek saath nikal pade. Prem to pakke guru the. Is se pahale ki meri cheenk hawa me gunje unhone mera munh apne haath se dhak diya aur main to bas gun gun karati hi rah gai. Bahaar itane jor se bijali kadaki lekin mujhe laga ki mujhe jitane jor ka jhataka laga hai wo us bijali se kam nahi tha. Mujhe laga meri pikki se garam garam sa kuchh nikal raha hai. Mujhe to baad me pata laga wo to meri pikki ke fatane se nikala khoon tha jo poori bed sheet ko hi bhigo gaya. Maine unki peeth par apane nakhoon gada diye jis se unka halka sa khoon nikal aaya. Par is khoon ki kise parwah thi.

Koi 4-5 minat ham isi tarah shaant pade rahe. Fir jab unka “wo’ (aare yaar pappu) andar adjust ho gaya to meri pikki ne bhi rona dhona band karke prem ras bahana chaaloo kar diya. Mrei pikki ab sankochan karane lagi thi. Unka pappu bhi andar mast hua thumke lagaane laga. Ab Prem ne dheere dheere dhakke lagaane chalu kar diye. Main bhi apne nitamb utha utha kar unka saath dene lagi. Pata nahi kitani der wo apane pappu ko andar baahar karate rahe. Samay ki parwaah kise thi. Main to bas yahi chaah rahi thi hamaare prem ke ye sunhare pal kabhi khatam hi na hon. Meri pikki se fach fach ki aawaaje aani shuroo ho gai thi. Mera shareer ek baar fir akadane laga aur is se pahale ki main kuchh samajhati ya karati meri pikki ne paani chhod diya.

Prem dhakke lagata ja raha tha. Maine apane pairon ko upar utha kar Prem ki kamar se kanchi ki tarah jakad liya. Ab wo dhakke nahi laga pa rahe the. Wo kuchh der aise hi mere upar pade rahe. Main to prem ras me dubi romanch ke saagar me gote lkaga rahi thi. Fir maine dheere dheere apane pair neeche kar liye. Prem ne fir jor jor se dhakke lagaane shuroo kar diye. Unke munh se ajeeb si gurrr gurrr ki aawaaj nikalane lagi thi.

“Meri Lilly ab main bhi jaane waala hun” unke dhakko ki raftaar achanak tej ho gai.

Maine apani aankhen band kar li aur unhe jor se apani baahon me jakad liya. Aur iske saath hi unke Pappu ne ek.. do teen chaar …. na jaane kitani pichkaariyaan chhod di. Meri pikki to unke garam aur gaadhe veeriya se laba lab bhar gai. Meri pikki ne bhi koi kanjoosi nhi barati usne bhi 2-3 chammach prem ras ki apane priyatam ko arpit kar hi dee.

Baahar baarish ab band ho gai thi. Main Shirt aur lungi pahan kar neeche bhaag aai.

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With Love Prem & Lata