Us raat ki baat (Ek rahashya prem katha)

By Prem Guru

Hi dosto. Main Prem Guru. Mail ID: premguru2u@yahoo.com ; premguru2u@rediffmail.com Land ki lambaai 7 inch aur motaai 2 inch. Patani Madhur rang gora size 36-28-36. Gaandbaaji ke dono hi bahut saukeen. Aapne meri kahaaniya Teesara chumman (Mikki ki kahaani), Meri Anaarkali (Naukaraani), Nandoiji nahi Landoiji (Sudha meri salahaj) aur Do nambar ka badmaas (Nisha ki kahani) padhi. Ab ek nai rahashya Prem katha pesh hai :

Aisa nahi hai ki main Mikki ko yaad nahi karata par jab bhi 11 ya 13 Septembar ki taareekh aati hai main udaas sa ho jata hun. 11 Septembar ko Mikki ka janamdin hota hai aur 13 Septembar ko 23.59 par wo hame chhodkar is duniya se chali gai thi. Jis din wo waapas ja rahi thi usne mujhse waada kiya tha ki wo laut kar jaroor aayegi par is duniya se jaane waale kabhi laut kar nahi aate.

Jab main Agara se Bharatpur ke liye chala tha to mera andaaja tha ki main koi 10-10.30 tak pahunch jaaunga. Par raaste me car ka taair panchar ho gaya aur fir saamane restaurent me khadi us Mikki jaisi ladaki ko dekhane ke chakkar me ek ghanta let ho gaya. Main Mikki ki yaad me khoya usi reshami rumaal aur penti ko haathon me liye car chaala raha tha aur Mikki dwaara kiye waade ke baare me hi soch raha tha. Raat ke koi 12 ya pone baarah bajanne waale the. Saamane meel patthar par Bharatpur 13 k.m. likha tha. Achaanak mujhe laga car hichkole khaane lagi hai. He bhagwaan is ghane jangal aur beech raaste me kahin gaadi kharaab ho gai to ? Maine Aagara me petrol se tanki full karwaai thi par fuel indiketar dikha tha ki petrol khatam ho gaya hai. Ye kaise ho sakata hai ?

Maine gaadi side me lagaai aur fuel tenk dekha. Wo to khaali tha. Mujhe dhyaan aaya ki pichhale aadhe pon ghante me kisi bhi gaadi ne cross nahi kiya varana to ye rod bahut hi biji rahati hai. Aamtor par in dino me baarish nahi ke barabar hoti hai par baadal bhi ho rahe the aue bijali bhi chamak rahi thi. Lagata tha barish ho sakati hai. He bhagwaan is ghane jangal me na koi makaan na koi petrol pump aur na koi gaadi. Main meel pathhar par pair rakhkar kisi gaadi ka intjaar karane laga.

Tabhi ek gaadi ki hed laait dikhaai di. Main jhat se sadak par aa gaya aur use rukane ko haath diya. Car mere paas aakar ruk gai. Car ko koi jawaan si dikhane waali ladaki safed sa kot pahane aankhon par mota chasma lagaaye chala rahi thi. Usne apne munh khidaki se baahar nikaala to maine usse kaha

“Madam meri gaadi kharaab hi gai hai. Ye dekhiye mera ID card main Bharatpur ka rahane waala hun main ek shareef………” Maine apna ID card use dikhate hue kaha par usne card ki or dhyaan nahi dete hue kaha “koi baat nahi aap chaahe to mere saath aa sakate hai. Hamaara ghar paas hi hai wo saamane raha”

Pata nahi meri nigaah pahale us makaan ki or kyon nahi gai. Ek chhoti si kothi thi jisme laait jal rahi thi. Main uski gaadi me baith gaya. Gaadi kache raaste se hoti hui Kothi ki or badh gai. Mujhe badi hairaani hui is bindaas ladaki par bina koi jaan pahchaan isne mujh par viswaas kaise kar liya. Maine udati si najar uspar daali. Paharaave se to koi doctar lagati hai. Umar to koi 18 saal jaisi lagati hai. Itani chhoti umar me ye doctar kaisi ban gai. Ankhaaon par mota chasma, kandhon tak kate baal gora rang, patali si chhuimui si. Agar wo chasma hata de to Mikki ya Nisha ka bhram ho jaaye. Par is samay Mikki ya Nisha ke hone ka to sawaal hi paida nahi hota. Mujhe jyaada hairaani to is baat ko lekar thi ki is ujaad aur veeraane me ye paiwaaar yahaan kaise rah raha hai.

Kothi ke get par nem plet par likha tha Dr. (Mrs.) MoNisha P.G.M. Ajeeb nem plet thi. Gaadi dekhkar Chokidaar ne salaam kiya aur get khola. Aare ye muchhad, sir par safa baandhe, 303 ki bandook kandhe par latkaaye hamaare Jodhpur waale Raghu se hi milata julata tha. Gaadi andar khadi karke ham drawing room me aa gaye. Hamaare drawing room jitana hi bada tha. Saamane ek seenari lagi thi. Aare ye to wahi seenari thi jo hamaare study room me lagi thi. Agar ye ladaki apna chasma utaar de to lagbhag vaisi hi lagegi jaisi is seenari me wo titaliaan pakadati ladaki hai. Seenari ke theek upar deewaal ghadi me 11.59 baje the. Mujhe sak sa hua second ki sui to chal rahi hai par ghanta aur minat ki sui nahi chal rahi ahi.

“Aap baithen main abhi aati hun” usne sofe ki or isaara karate hue kaha. Thodi der baad wo bed room se baaahar aai to maine dhyaan se use dekha. Usne gulaabi rang ka top aur safed rang ka patala sa pajaama pahan rakha tha. Chhote chhote gol gol nitamb. Kaano me sone ki patali baaliyaan. Billori aankhe. Kamaal hai abhi thodi der Phale to mota chasama aur moti moti kaali ankhen thi. Iski sakal to Mikki se milati julati hai aare nahi ye to Nisha jaisi lagati hai. Par wo……

“Kya soch rahe hai Mr. Prem ?” ek meethi si awaaj se main chonk gaya

“Oh.. main to ye soch raha tha is seenari me jo ladaki dikhaai de rahi hai uski sakal aap se kitana milati hai” maine kaha

“Kahate hai har ek insaan ka ek dupliket bhagwaan ne jaroor banaaya hai” wo muskuraate hue boli “Oh aap chaai lenge ?”

“Oh no thanks mujhe ek gilaas paani milega”

“Haan haan kyon nahi” usne frige se paani nikaala aur mujhe diya.

Baahar baarish hone lagi thi. Maine us se poochha “Aap itane bade makaan me akele mera matalab….”

“Oh.. darashal hamaari shaadi ek mahine pahale hi hui hai. Aur doctar saahab ko 15 din baad hi conference me America jaana pad gaya. Ham to theek se hanimoon bhi…. Oh… sorry…” wo apni jhonk me kah to gai par baad me sharama gai. Wo to laal hi ho gai aur main romanch se bhar gaya. Is tarah se to Madhu sharmaya karati thi shuroo shuroo ke dino me. Isss………..

Thodi der baad wo baat ka rukh modate hue boli “Aaj naukarani bhi nahi aai. Doctar saahab new york confrence me gaye hai. Shaayad kal ki flight se waapas aa jaayen.”

“aap agar chokidaar se kah kar thoda petrol apni gaadi se nikaal kar de de to main aapaka aabhaari rahunga… doctar saahiba” maine kaha

“Oh mujhe aap Mo-nisha kah sakate hai” usne Mo aur Nisha ko alag alag bola tha. Pata nahi kyon. Mujhe laga agar Mona aur Nisha dono ko mila diya jaaye to jaroor Monisha hi ban jaayegi. He bhagwaan ye kya chakkar hai ?

“Baahar baarish hone lagi hai itani raat me aap kahaan jaayenge yaheen ruk jaaiye”

“Par wo aap akeli… main… mera matalab…”

“Oh… aap uski chinta na kare”

“Par wo ek gair mard ke saath… raat…” main kuchh bolane me jhijhak raha tha.

“Dekhiye mujhe koi samashya nahi hai. Aap to aise dar rahe hai jaise main koi doosare grah se aai koi bhatakati atama hun aur aap ke saath kuchh aisa vaisa kar baithungi” wo khikhila kar hans paadi . Meri bhi hansi nikal gai. Mujhe to baham sa hua ki kaheen ye Nisha to nahi hai ?

Wo bina doodh ki chaai bana kar le aai aur boli “Sorry aaj doodh khatam ho gaya”

Maine man me socha ‘apna daal do in amrit kalaso me bhara kharaab ho raha hai’ par maine kaha “It is o.k. koi baat nahi”

“Aap itani raat gaye mera matalab…”

“Oh takaluff chhoden aap mujhe Mona kah sakate hai. Actually ek ladaki ka rod accident ho gaya tha uske opareson me der ho gai” usne bataaya fir wo boli “Aur aap…?”

“Oh mujhe bhi ek meeting me der ho gai aur raaste me gaadi ne dhokha de diya” maine bataaya. Main us se poochhana to chaahata tha ki us ladaki ka kya hua par poochh nahi paaya.

“Doctar saahab ka night sut hai aagar aap pahanana chaahe to…”

“Oh main aise hi theek hun”

“Aare bhai ham Bharatpur waalo ki mehmaan nawaaji ko to mat batta lagaao” aur wo fir hans padi. Hansati hui to wo bilkul Nisha hi lag rahi thi. Main to mar hi mita. Maine man me socha is raat ko rangeen bana hi liya jaaye. Mera anubhav kahata hai ki chidiya fas sakati hai. Main pahale to thoda dar sa raha tha par uske bindaas swabhaav ko dekhkar mere andar ka Prem Guru jaag gaya aur mera pappu to hiloren hi lene laga. Kya mast maal hai guru iski gaand to laajawaab hogi. Choot to chud gai hai par ek mahine me (10-15 dino me) kitana chudi hogi ? Khair mera anadaaja hai ki gaand jaroor kunwaari hogi. Chalo is raat me jo mil jaaye bonas hi to hai.

Uske dubaara kahane par maine kurta paajama pahan liya aur raat yahi bitaane ka prograam bana liya. Vaise bhi Madhu to Agara mausi ke paas thi jaladi panhunch kar kya karana tha. Uske jor dene par main uske saath bed room me chala gaya. Andar se to main bhi yahi chaahata tha. Maine kaha “Yaha to ek hi bed hai aur ham dono … mera matalab…?”

“Kyon apne aap par bharosha nahi hai kya…?” usne meri aankhon me jhaankate hue kaha.

Maine dekha uski aankhon me ek ajeeb si chamak thi. Aankhen bilkul billori. Ye kaise ho sakata hai. Abhi to kaali thi. Is se pahale ki main kuchh bolata wo boli “darashal main contect lenses lagaati hun kaale rang ke vaise to meri aankhen billori hi hai kyon achhi hai na ?” usne meri aankhion me jhaankate hue kaha.

Main jhemp sa gaya.

“Oh aap to kuchh bolate hi nahi ?”

Maine man me socha ‘main munh se nahi lund se bolata hun meri jaan thodi der thahar jaao mujhe apna prograam set to kar lene do’ maine kaha “Oh aisi koi baat nahi hai aap bahut khoobshurat hain.”

Achaanak phone ki ghanti baji. He bhagwaan is samay itani raat ko …. He Ling Mahadev meri laaj rakh lena kahin koi gadbad mat kar dena… bade dino ke baad aisi choot mili hai… samajh rahe ho na. Main ek nahi is baar do somwaar dudh aur jal chaadhaane aaunga….. pakki baat hai.

“Hai Lav kaise ho” Monisha ki meethi si aawaaj nikali.

“Hy honey” phone ke ricivar se saaf sun raha tha. Kamaal hai. Pata nahi kaisa phone hai. Aamtor par dusare ko ricivar ki aawaaj nahi sunaai deti.

“Happy birth day honey” kamaal hai aisa to main Madhu ko bolata hun ye doctar bhi saala poora rashiya lagata hai.

“Thank you lav. Kab aa rahe ho.”

“Kosis to ki thi par aaj nahi aa paya. Kal ki flight hai. O.K. honey take care”

Monisha ne phone rakh diya. Maine uski or dekha wo kuchh udaas si thi. Usne bataaya ki doctar saahab ka phone tha wo kal ki flight se aa rahe hai.

“Meri or se bhi janam din ki bahut bahut badhaai ho” main usaki or haath badha diya. Is se achha bahaana use chhoone ka aur kya ho sakata tha. Kya naajuk mulaayam haath tha. Maine use choom liya. Main jaanata tha unchi society waale aisi chooma chaati ka bura nahi maanate. Usne mujhe bhi thank you kahate hue mera haath chum liya. Aiiilaaa……..

“Wo… aapne apana janam din nahi manayaa..?”

“Oh actually mere janam din me kanfujan hai”

“Kya matalab ?”

“Actually mera janam 13 taareekh ki raat ko theek 12 baje (00 hours) hua tha na ? is liye main apana janamdin 14 ko manaati hun. Aur ab to 14 taareekh ho hi gai hogi. Hamne ghadi dekhi wo to abhi bhi 11.59 hi bata rahi thi. Mera andaaja sahi tha second ki sui chal rahi thi par ghante aur minat ki sui band thi. Chalo koi baat nahi. Mujhe fir Mikki ki yaad aa gai. Uski maut bhi to raat me 11.59 baje hi hui thi. Main apne khayaalo me duba tha ki Monisha boli

“Achha ek baat bataao kya aap punarjanam ya aatama aadi me viswaas rakhate hai ?”

Ajeeb sawaal tha. Doctor hokar ye sawaal pooch rahi hai. Maine kaha “Haan bhi aur na bhi”

“Kya matalab ?”

Jis andaaj me usane ‘kya matalab’ bola tha mujhe to laga ki Nisha hi mere saamane baithi hai. Fir maine kaha “Aapko dekh kar to punarjanam me viswaas karane ko ji chaahata hai”

“kk… kya matalab ?”

He bhagwaan ye to Mikki hi hai jaise. Maine us se kaha meri ek claas fello thi bilkul aap hi ki tarah uski ek rod accident me maut ho gai thi. Usaka chehara to bilkul aap se milata julata hai Monishaji”

“Aap mujhe Mona kahe na. Ghar waale mujhe Mona hi kahate hai.”

“Aur doctar saahab ?” maine poochha

“Wo to mujhe Honey kahate hai” wo sarma gai. Issss….. is ada par main to mar hi mita. Main to besaakhata use dekhata hi rah gaya. “Actually jab main MBBS ki student thi Doctar saahab se Prem ho gaya tha. Un dino doctar saahab mujhe Mikki maaus kah kar bulaate the. Doctor saahab mujh se 12 saal bade hai na. Aur fir hamane jaladi hi shaadi kar li. Vaise bhi main mangalik hun na meri shaadi 24 ve saal me hi ho gai”

Main soch raha tha ‘ye doctor bhi ek nambar ka gadha hai itani khoobshurat bala ko chhod kar new york gaand marwaane gaya hai chutiya saala.’ Maine kaha “Ye to aap jaisi khoobshurat…. mera matalab hai nav vivaahita ke saath naa insaafi hai na ?”

“Shaayad pyaar andha hota hai na ?”

Uski ye baat sunkar mujhe atapata sa laga. Main kuchh andaaja nahi laga paaya. Ye ladaki to rahashyamai lag rahi thi. Usane maang nahi bhar rakhi thi aur na hi mujhe kaheen us chutiye doctar ki koi foto najar aai. Ab mujhe lag raha tha ki kahin na kahin koi gadbad hai. Par mera pappu to akad raha tha ‘guru achha mauka hai thok do saali ko. Doctar to chutiya hai saala usne bhala kya chudaai ki hogi is mast morani ki. Ek dam gulaab ki kali hi hai bilkul Mikki aur Nisha ki tarah. Thoda sa draama karo aur laundia tumhaari baahon me. Kisi ko kya pata chalega.’ Maine use chodane ka man bana liya. Aakhir main apne pappu ki naaraajgi kaise mol leta. Maine apna draama (chudaai ka project) chaalu kar diya :

“Sach me Monaji aap sahi kah rahi hai” maine udaas swar me kaha to wo meri or hairaani se dekhane lagi. Maine aage kaha “Main to aaj tak bhi andha bana hua hun”

“Kya matalab ?”

“Ab dekho na Mona ko is duniya se gaye 8 saal ho gaye par main abhi tak use bhula nahi paaya” maine laghbhag ro dene waali acting ki. Wo mere paas aa gai. Uski garam hoti saanse main apne chehare par saaaf mahsoos kar raha tha. Uske jawaan jism ki khusboo mujhe andar tak madhosh karti ja rahi thi. Mera pappu to akad kar lohe ki rod hi bana tha. “Wo kahati thi ki main jaroor tumahaari banugi chaahe mujhe fir se kyon na janam lena pade. Par ek baar jo chala jata hai wo waapas kab aata hai ?” Meri aankhon se tap tap aansu nikalane lage.

“Oh… I am sorry… wo… wo… pleej aap aisa na kare varana main bhi ro padungi mera dil bahut bhaari ho raha hai”

‘Meri jaan halaka to ab kar hi dunga abhi to shuruwaat hai. Aage aage dekho.’ Maine sach much aisi acting ki thi ki meri aankhon se aansu nikalane lage. Aap soch rahe honge aansu bhala kaise nikal aaye itani jaldi ? Aurten to chalo is kaam me maahir hoti hai par aadami..? Aap ko bata dun agar aap 2 minat tak aankhen nahi jhapakaaye to aapki aankhon se paani apane aap nkalane lag jaaeyga. Aur fir main to pakka Prem Guru hun mujhe se jyaada ye totake bhala kaun jaanata hai. Ab to wo itana bhaauk ho gai thi ki wo mere aansu ponchhane lagi. Ahh… kya mast chikani anguliaan thi. Bilkul Mikki aur Nisha ki tarah.

“Aap shaadi kyon nahi kar lete ?” usne mere aansu ponchhate hue kaha

“Ab Mona jaisi to mil nahi sakati. Agar aap bura na maane to ek baat poochhu ?”

“Hun… haa….aan kyon nahi..”

“Kya aapki koi chhoti bahan hai ?”

“Kya matalab… oh… ” wo khilkhila kar hans padi

“Aap hans rahi hai aapne hi to kaha tha ki is duniya me har vyakati ka ek duplicate bhagwaan ne jaroor banaya hai.”

“Oh… wo… par meri to koi bahan nahi hai par…. par aisa kya hai mujh me ?”

“Oh tum nahi jaanati” main aap se tum par aa gaya “Heera apani keemat khud nahi jaanata”

“Kya main sachmuch itani sundar hun…?”

“Tum meri aankhon me jhaank kar to dekho apne roop aur husn ko. Mere dhadakate dil ko chhoo kar to dekho. Meri saanso ko mahasoos to kar ke dekho.” Meri acting chaalu thi. Chidiya dana chugane ko betaab lagane lagi hai. Jaal ki or badhana shuroo kar diya hai. Ab to bas thodi si der hai jaal ki rassi khainchne me.

“oh aap to aise hi majaak kar rahe hai” wo meri aankhon me jhaankane lagi. Uski aankhon me laal dore tairane lage the. Uski saanse tej hoti ja rahi thi. Honth kaanp rahe the. Dik ki dhadakan saaf sunaai de rahi thi. Ab prograam ki antim line likhani thi. Maine kaha “Oh… meri Mona meri Mikki.. tum kyon mujhe chood kar chali gai…” meri aankho se aansu nikalate jaa rahe the. Usne apne kaampate haathon ki anguliyaan mere hontho par rakh di. Maine unhe haath me lekar chumane laga. Wo meri or badhi aur fir usne apne kampate aur jalate honth mere honthon par rakh diye.

Jaise koi gulaab ki pankhudiya hon rash se labaalab bhari hui. Main to mast hua unhe choosane laga. Usne mujhe baahon me bhar liya. Wo to mujhe aise choomati ja rahi thi jaise kitane hi janmo ki pyaasi ho “Oh mere Premdev, mere Shahjaade, mere man mayur tum kahaan the itane din” ab mere hairaan hone ki baari thi. Ye shabd to… Mikki ya Nisha ke the. He bhagwaan ye kya maamala hai ? Wohi aawaaj wohi haavbhaav wo hi shakl-o-surat. Main kisi aatama, punarjanam ya bhoot pret me viswaas nahi karata par ab to mujhe bhi thoda dar sa lagane laga tha.

“Oh Prem ab kuchh mat socho bas mujhe pyaar karo” usne mujhe apni baahon me jakad sa rakhha tha. Wo mujhe choomate ja rahi thi aur kabhi meri peeth sshalaati kabhi sir ke baalo ko jor se pakad leti. Mian apne khayaalo se jaise jaaga. Dil ne kaha yaar chhodo fajool ke in chakkron ko itani haseen laundiya tumhaari baahon me hai chudane ke liye tayaar hai kyon bekaar ki baaton me waqt jaaya kar rahe ho. Thok do saali ko badi muskil se mili hai pata nahi baad me kabhi mile na mile. Pappu to jaise khooni sher hi bana hua tha.

Maine bhi kas kar use baahon me bhar liya aur apni jeebh uske munh me daal di. Wo to use kulfi ki tarah choosane lagi. Maine ek haath se uske uroj masalane shuroo kar diye. Mote mote jaise kandhaari anaar ho. Ek do baar uske nitambon par haath fera. Choot ki daraar ka pata nahi chal raha tha. Wo bhi jos me aakar ahh… ohhh… karane lagi thi. Usne bhi mere lund ko pakad liya aur upar se hi masalane lagi. Koi 10 minat to jaroor hamaari choosa chusaai chali hi hogi. Fir maine us se kapade utaarne ko kaha to wo boli “mujhe sharm aati hai tum khud hi utaar do” Wo ghutno ke bal khadi ho gai aur usne apne haath upar utha diye.

Pahele maine uska top utara. Aur fir pajama. Uff… wahi kaali bra aur penty jo Madhu ki fevaret thi. 2 Inch patti waali. Pata nahi aajkal Bharatpur me in bra aur penteej ka faishan hi ho gaya hai jaise. Top utaarte hue maine gaur kiya ki uski kaankh me ek bhi baal nahi hai. Main to romanch se hi bhar gaya. Mera pappu to yeh soch kar hi mast hua ja raha tha ki agar kaankh me baal nahi hai to choot ka kya haal hoga. Ye to mujhe baad me usne bataaye tha ki usne lejar treetment karwa liya tha. Aur uski choot par bhi koi baal nahi hai. Doctar saahab ko choot aur kaankh par baal bilkul pasand nahi hai. Saala ye doctor bhi saukeen to hai par hai chutiya itani mast kayaamat ko mere liye chhod gaya. Pajaama utaarte hue maine dekha tha uski jaanghen to Madhur aur Sudha ki tarah moti moti thi. Daayeen jaangh par wo hi kaala til. He bhagwaan main to paagal hi ho jaaunga. Ek baar agar gaand maarane ko mil jaaye to main saari kaayanaat hi nyochhaarwar kar dun. Kya mast mote mote nitamb hai saali ke. Aise nitamb to Anaarkali ke bhi nahi the. He bhagwaan kahin saale doctar ne gaand to nahi maarli hogi is kamsin kali ki. Fir maine apne aap ko tassali di ki jo saala choot hi theek se nahi maar paaya wo bhala gaand kya maarega. Aur agar ek do baar gaand maar bhi li hogi to bhi koi baat nahi kunwaari jaisi hi hogi. Main to yahi soch kar pagal ho raha tha ki uski gaand ka chhed kitana bada hoga aur uski silvate kaisi hongi.

Ab maine bhi apna kurta aur pajaama utar diya. Chaddi aur baniyaan to maine pahani hi nahi thi. Mera 7 inch ka lund to 120 digree par khada use salaam baja raha tha. Maine uski bra ka huk khol diya. Mote mote do haapus aam jaise Amrit kalas mere saamane the. Bilkul gore gulaabi patali patali neeli nashe. Nippals moong ke daane jitane. Doctar to vaise hi chutiya hai kisi aur ne bhi nahi choose honge. Aerola koi 1.5 inch ka. Karam ki gotiyon waali raani ki tarah bilkul laal surk. He bhagwaan agar punarjanam jaisi koi baat agar hai to jaroor ye Mikki ya Nisha hi hai. Main shart lag kar kah sakata hun ab tak mainee jitane bhi uroj dekhe hai itane sudol to kisi ke bhi nahi the. Jaise shahad se bhari hui do kuppiyaan hon. Patali kamar koi 23-24 inch ki. Gahari naval aur uske neeche ka bhag kcuh ubhara hua. Ab maine uski penti ko dheere dheere utarana chaalu kar diya. Wo to bas aankhen band kiye leti hui sitkar kiye ja rahi thee. Dheere dheere maine uski penty utaar di. Choot par koi baal nahi. Royen bhi nahi. Tikone aakaar ki fooli hui paav roti jaisi. Wah… kya mast cheej hai. Chooti si seb ki tarah laal-gulaabi rang ki choot. Do moti moti santare jaisi faanke. Beech ki daraar (cheera) koi 3 inch lambi- gahare baadaami rang ki jaise kisi nai dulhan ne apni maang bhar rakhi ho. Mujhe to laga jaise kisi 12-13 saal ki ladaki ki pikki hi hai jaise. Pata nahi saale chutiye doctar ne isake saath suhaaraat bhi theek se manaai hai ya nahi.

Maine uska ek ras koop (uroj) apne munh me le liya aur choosane laga. Usne ek jor ki kilkaari maari aur mere lund ko appne haath me lekar masalane lagi. Lund ne 2-3 thumke lagaaye aur pre cum ki 3-4 tupke chhod diye. Main kabhi ek uroj choosata kabhi dusara. Ek haath se kabhi uske nitamb sahalaata kabhi bur (ye choot to ho hi nahi sakati) par masalata. Wo to bas mast hui kilkaariya maarati ja rahi thi. Usne mere sir ke baal apne haathon me pakad liye. Fir maine uske honth choomane chaalu kar diye aur uske upar aa gaya. Pappu to andha dhund choot (sorry bur) par dhakke laga raha tha par use itani jaldi raasata kahaan milane waala tha.

Maine uske kapolon par aankhon ki palkon par gale par chhaati par naval par chummano ki jhadi lag di. Wo to mast hui aah.. uhh… karati ja rahi thi. Uski aankhen band thi. Maine uski kaankh sunghi. Aah… is mast teekhi khusboo ko to main marate dam tak nahi bhool sakata. Ye to wohi Mikki waali khusboo thi. Ab choot raani ki baari thi. Ab mine us kaatil til waali jaagah par chumma liya to usne itani jor se kikaari maari ki mujhe laga wo jhad gai hai. Wo to badi hi kacchi nikali maine to abhi uski choot ko to chuma hi nahi tha. Ab maine uski choot ki pankhudion ko khola. Andar se ek dam gulaabi. Laal nashe bilkul sir ke baalo jitani patali rash se bhari. Anaardaana to gol laal moti jaisa. Maini jeebh uske anardaane par jaise hi rakhi usne mera sir pakad liya aur apni bur ki aur daba diya. Main bhi to yahi chaahata tha. Maine uski bur ko pahale chaata. Paseene, peshaab aur naariyal paani jaisi khusboo se mera snyaayu tantra (naak ki maanspeshiyaan) bhar utha. Maine uski bur ko poora apne munh me bhar liya aur jor se choosane laga jaise koi tapaka aam choosata hai. Wo to uttejana me kaampane lagi. Usne apne pair upar utha liye aur meri gardan ke chaaro or lapet liye. Usne ek kilkaari aur maari aur wo ek baar fir jhad gai. Uski bur ne kaam raj ki 2-3 chammach mujhe arpit kar di. Uske madan jal (kaamras) se mera munh bhar gaya. Main ek haath se uske uroj masalata ja raha tha aur ek haath uske upar uthe nitambon par ferata ja raha tha. Achaanak meri ek anguli uski gaand ke chhed se takaraai. Daradari (kanghi ke daanton jaisi) silvate mahsoos karke main to romanch se bhar gaya. Ye soch kar to mera pappu nihaal hi ho gaya ki ye gaand to bilkul kori jhakaas hai. Maine jaise hi apni anguli uski gaand ke chhed par firaai wo ek baar fir jhad gai. Main to chatkhaare lekar uske kaamras ko peeta ja raha tha.

Kuchh der baad wo nidhaal si ho gai. Ab maine uski bur choosana band kar diya. Aur thoda sa upar aakar uske honthon ko choom liya. Wo achanaak khadi hui aur jhuk kar mere pappu se khelane lagi. Mere sher ne ek jhataka lagaya to uske haathon se fisal gaya. Ab to usne use aise dabocha jaise billi kisi kabutar ya murge ki gardan pakad leti hai. Main adhleta sa tha. Usne apne dono pair modkar mere sir ke dono or kar diye. Ab main neeche tha aur wo laghbhag mere upar 69 ki pojison me ho gai. Usne pahale mere supaade ko jheeb se chaata aur fir ek chatkhaara sa liya aur fir gapp se adha lund apne munh me le liya. Maine bhi uski gaand ke bhure chhed par apni jheeb laga di. Uski khurdari silvate to kamaal ki thi. Maine upar se neeche tak 3-4 baar apni jeebh feri. Uski gaand ka chhed ab kabhi khul raha tha kabhi band ho raha tha. Jab gaand ka chhed khualata to wo andar se gulaabi najar aata. Mera anumaan hai is gaand ki chudaai to kya lagata hai saali ne kabhi anguli bhi nahi daali hogi. Wo masti me aakar mera poora lund apne munh me lene ki kosis karne lagi to use khaansi aa gai. Maine jhat se uski choot ko apne munh me bhar liya aur uski jaanghon ko kas kar pakad liya. Mujhe dar tha kahin khaansi ke chakkar me mera lund choosana na band kar de. Ek do minat ke baad fir usne pahale mere andon par jeebh firaai unhe chooma aur fir mera lund choosana chaalu kar diya abki baar usne koi hadbadi nahi ki pyaar se dheere dheere kabhi jeebh firati kabhi munh me leti kabhi thoda sa daanto se dabaati. Pappu maharaaj to apna aapa hi khone ko tayaar ho gaye. Maine Mikki aur Nisha ke munh me apna veerya nahi chhoda tha. Main chaahata tha ki use chodane se pahale ek baar use apna amrit jaroor pilaana hai. Tabhi to meri aur Mikki ki tadafati aatama ko santosh milega.

Ab Maine ek anguli dheere se uski bur me daalani shuroo kar di. Ched to kamaal ka tight tha. Mujhe to laga saale doctar ne suhaagraat hi nahi manaai hai ? Itani tight bur to kunwaari unchudi ladakion ki hoti hai. Main to romanch se bhar gaya. Mujhe lagane laga tha ki mera pappu hathiyaar daalane waala hai to maine usse kaha jaanu main to jaane waala hun. Usne mera lund haath me pakad liya aur boli “Chinta mat karo is amrit ki ek bhi boond idhar udhar nahi ja sakati” aur uske saath hi usne fir mera lund gapp se andar le liya jaise ek billi chuhe ko gapp se andar le leti hai. Aur use choosane lagi. Maine bhi uski bur ko poora munh me bhar liya aur choosane laga. Aur fir ek… do… teen.. chaar na jaane kitani pichakaariyaan mere pappu ne chhodi. Isaka kya dos bechaara pichhale 8-10 din ka bhara baitha tha. (Madhu ke jaane waali raat ko shirf ek baar uski gaand maari thi. Uski choot ko to laal baai ne pakad rakha tha) Wo gata gat mera saara kaamras pee gai aur fir jeebh chaatati hui ek or ludhak gai.

Ab wo pet ke bal leti thi. Usne apna munh takiye par laga rakha tha. Uske nitamb to kamaal ke the. Mote mote do kharbooje jaise. Rang ekdam gulaahi. Itane naajuk ki agar galati se naakhoon bhi lag gaya to khoon nikal aayega. Dono golaaiyon ke neeche chaand (ark) bana tha. Sangamarmar jaisi chikani kasi hui jaanghen. Maine dheere dheere uske nitambon aur janghon par haath ferana shuroo kar diya. Wo sitkar karane lagi. Achaanak wo uthi aur meri god me aakar baith gai aur apni dono baahen mere gale me daal di aur meri naak par ek chumma le liya aur hansane lagi. “Ek baat bolu.. ?”

“Hum..” maine bhi uske honthon par ek chumma lekar kaha

“App ka udaas chehara bilkul achha nahi lagata. Aap aise hi khus raha karo” aur usne ek baar mujhe fir choom liya. Main jaanata hun meri jaan ab tum chudwaane ko tayaar ho par main to uski choot nahi pahale gaand maarana chaahata tha. Mujhe abhi thodi si acting aur karani thi. Maine kaha “Mikki bhi aisa hi bolati thi.”

“Oh… achha ek baat bataao… kya aapne Mikki ke saath…?” wo bolate bolate ruk gai

“Nahi hamaara prem bilkul sacha tha.” Main saaf jhoot bol gaya

“Oh… kya aap ki koi fantaasi thi ?”

“Un… haan…”

“Kya bataao… na … pleej ”

“Nahi saayad tumhe achha nahi lage…?”

“Oh.. mere Prem deewaane tumhaare liya main sab kuchh karane karaane ko tayaar hun aaj ki raat tum hukam to karo mere shahjaade” usne tad se ek chumma mere honthon par le liya aur kas kar mujhe apni baahon me jakad liya. Main soch raha tha ki kaise kahun ki main to sabse pahale tumhaari gaand maarana chaahata hun. Fir maine kaha “Kya tumhaari bhi koi fantaasi hai ?”

Iss…. wo itana jor se sarmaai ki main to nihaal hi ho gaya. “Meri… oh… pata nahi tum kya samajhoge…?”

“Pleej bataao na” maine kaha

“Main to bas yahi chaahati hun bas aaj ki raat mujhe pyaar hi karate raho. Upar se neeche se aage se peeche se har jagah. Koi ang mat chhodo. Main to janam janam ki pyaasi hun tumhare prem ke liye mere Prem dev mere pratham purush” wo mujhe chumati ja rahi thi.

He bhagwaan ye ye kya leela hai teri. Ye to Mikki ki hi aawaaj aur bhasha hai.

“Oh Prem ab mujhe aur apne aap ko mat tadfaao jo man ki adhuri ichha hai poori kar lo” aur uske saath hi wo apne ghutano aur kohaniyon be bal (doggy style) ho gai. Jaise usne mere man ki baat jaan li ho. Aur main sab kuchh bhool kar uske nitambon ki or dekhane laga. Do pahaadion ke becch ek moti si khaai ho jaise aur gulaabi rang ki chooti di gufa jisaka dwaar band tha. Maine fir apni jeebh uspar laga di aur use apne thook se geela kar diya.

“Vasaleen lagana mat bhoolana… maine ab tak kisi ko…..”

“Oh thank you meri jaan tum chinta mat karo”

“Oh mujhe Mikki bolo na”

Maine uski gaand ke chhed par vasaleen lagaai aur ek anguli ka por (tip) andar daal diya. Chhed bahut tight tha. Wo thoda sa chihunki “Oh gudgudi ho rahi hai… dheere”

Maine uski koi parwaah nahi ki aur dheere dheere apni anguli andar baahar karane laga. Fir thodi si creem lekar andar tak laga di. Is baar usne ek halaki si kilkaaari maari “Uiiii…. maaa…. Oh Prem jaladi karo na….”

Ab maine jaladi se apne lund par bhi vasaleen lagaai aur……………

Mera pappu jaise chhalaang hi lagaane waala tha. Aisi mast gaand dekhkar to wo kaabu me kahaan rahata hai. Maine dheere se apana supaada uski gaand ke khulate band hote chhed par tika diya. Usne ek jor ka saans liya aur mujhe laga ki usne bhi baahar ki or thoda sa jor lagaaya hai. Maine uski kamar kas kar pakad li aur apne pappu ko aage badhaaya. Chhed bahut tight tha par supaada chunki aage se thoda patala hai dheere dheere ek inch tak bina dard ke chala gaya. Ab maine dabaav lagana shuru kar diya. Aisi najuk gaand maarane me jor ka dhakka nahi maarana chaahiye nahi to gaand fatane ka dar rahata hai. Jaise hi uski gaand ka chhalla choda hua uske munh se ek halaki si cheenk nikal hi gai. “oiiii maaaa…” par usne apna munh jor se band kar liya. Aisi avastha me koi aur hota to ek dhakka jor se lagaata aur lund mahaaraaj jad tak andar chale jaate par main to Mikki se pyaar karata tha aur ye Monish bhi mere liye is samay Mikki hi bani thi. Main thodi der aise hi raha. 3 inch tak lund gaand me chala gaya tha. Mikki dard ke maare kaanp rahi thi par dard ko jaise taise bardaast kar rahi thi. Koi 2-3 minat ke baad wo kuch normal hui aur apna munh meri or mod kar poochhane lagi. “Ab ruko mat mujhe tumhaari khusi ke liye sara dard manjoor hai mere priyatam”

He bhagwaan ye to Mikki ki hi aawaaj hai isme koi sandeh nahi. Ye kaise sambhav hai. Kaheen main sapana to nahi dekh raha. Maine apana angutha daanton ke beech dabaaya. Mera angutha thoda sa chhil sa gaya aur dard ki ek lahar si daud gai. Anguthe se thoda khoon bhi nikal aaya. Ye sapana to nahi ho sakata. Pata nahi kya chakkar hai.

“Oh… Prem ab kya soch rahe ho kyon is khusnuma waqt ko jaaya (barbad) kar rahe ho. Oh main kab ki pyaasi hun pleej kuch mat socho bas mujhe prem karo mere Prem Deewaane”

Maine dheere dheere dhakke lagaane shuru kar diye. Kya mast gaand thi. Lund bina pareshaani ke andar baahar hone laga. Is tarah se to mera lund Madhu ki gaand me bhi nahi jaata. Mera pappu to mast hi ho gaya. Usne ek baar jor se apni gaand andar ki or sikodi. Main to use mana karata hi rah gaya. Uske aisa karane se mujhe laga ki mera lund aur supaada andar kuchh fool sa gaya hai. Ab to ise bina paani nikaale baahar nahi nikaala ja sakata hai. Ab maine dhakkon ki raftar(gati) badhaani shuru kar di. Wo to bas mast hui aah.. uiii… karane lagi. Usne apna ek angutha apne apne munh me le liya aur chusane lagi. Maine uska ek uroj apne haath me le liya aur use masalane laga. Uska gaand ka chhalla (Anal ring) andar baahar hota saaf najar aa raha tha. Bilkul laal rang ka. Jaise koi patali si gol tube light jal aur bujh rahi ho. Jaise hi mera lund andar jata chhalla bhi andar chala jata aur jaise hi lund baahar nikalata chhalla baahar aa jata. Maine dekha uski gaand se khun bhi nikal raha hai par wo to dard ki parwaah kiye bina mere dhakko ke saath ridham (Taal) mila rahi thi. Uske munh se sitkaar nikal rahi thi. Mujhe nahi pata kitani der maine uski gaand me apne lund ko andar baahar karata raha. Mujhe to laga jaise waqt ruk sa agaya hai. Ek uchatati si nigaah maine deewaal ghadi par daali ghadi ki sui ab bhi 11.59 hi dikha rahi thi. Pata nahi ye koi chamatakar hai ya ghadi ya samay band ho gaya hai. Meri dhadkane tej hoti ja rahi thi aur Mona to mast hui bas aah… uiii… yes… haan… yaa… karati ja rahi thi. Maine uske nitambon par ek thapki lagaai to usne meri or mudkar dekha aur fir hansane lagi. Jaise use meri mansa samajh lag gai ho. Main kuchh samajha nahi. Agar ye Madhu ya Anaarkali hoti to baat samajh aati par ye to… kamaal hi hota ja raha tha.

Mere thapki lagaane ka matalab hota thi ki main jhadane waala hun. Aisi awastha me Madhu aur Anaarkali dheere dheere apne pair peechhe karke pet ke bal letana shuru kar deti hai aur mian unke upar let sa jata hun aur fir dheere dheere dhakke laga kar apna veerya unki gaand me chhodata hun. Paani nikalane ke baad bhi isi awastha me koi 10 minat tak ham lete rahate hai.

Wo dheere dheere neeche hone lagi aur apni jaanghen chodi karke pet ke bal let gai. Mera lund andar fool sa gaya tha is liye baahar to nikal hi nahi sakata tha. Main bhi uske upar hi pasar gaya. Ab maine ek haath me uske ek uroj ko pakada aur dusare haath ki tarjani anguli uski choot me ghused di. Aur uske kaan ki lob ko munh me lekar chusane laga. “Oh …uiii… maaa…” iske saath hi usne apne nitamb thode se upar uthaaye maine ek dhakka diya aur uske saath hi mere lund ne pichkaariyaan chhodani shuroo kar di. Maine use jor se apani baahon me jakad liya aur us ke upar hi let gaya. Pata nahi kitani der…….

Dheere dheere mera lund sikudane laga aur baahar fisalane laga. Ek puch ki aawaaj ke saath pappu (lund) hansata hua baahar aa gaya. Hanse bhi kyon nahi aaj pappu paas jo ho gaya tha. Wo bhi uth khadi hui. Usne apni gaand ke chhed par haath laga kar dekha. Uska haath mere veerya se bhar gaya. Usne uchhal kar ek chumma mere lund par liya aur boli “Badmaads kaheen ka ab to khus hai na ?. Ek nambar ka badmaas hai mitthu kaheen ka.”

“Haan… ab to ye tumhaara mitthu ban hi gaya hai.”

“Oh jijju mujhe gudgudi si ho rahi hai mujhe baathroom tak le chalo dekho meri jaanghen kaise geeli ho gai hai. Uiii………….”

Maine use god me utha liya. Usne aankhen band karke apni baahen mere gale me daal di aur apani taange meri kamar se lapet li. Bilkul Mikki ki tarah. Saaf safaai ke baad ham fir bed par aa gaye. Main bed par tek laga kar baith gaya. Wo meri god me apna sir rakh kar let gai. Uski aankhen band thi. Wo dheere se boli “Mere Priyatam ab to Mikki ki yaad nahi aayegi na ?”

“Mikki to nahi par ab main Mona meri Monisha ke bina kaise rah paaunga” maine neeche jhuk kar uske gaal aur honth choom liye. Usne thoda sa upar uthkar apni baahen fir faila di. Maine use fir apne aagosh me le liya. Is baar wo mere upar aa gai. Usne ek chumma meri naak aur honthon par liya aur boli “Tum purush ham istree jaati ke man ko kabhi nahi samajhoge. Tum to phoolon ke rashiye bhanwaaro ki tarah hote ho. Jaanate ho jab ek ladaki ya aurat kisi se sache dil se prem karati hai to duniya ko koi bandhan use nahi rok paata. Tum nahi samajh paaoge. Par Mikki ki yaad me ab rona nahi varana tumhaare prem me bujhi meri aatama ko kabhi shaanti nahi milegi. Samajhe mere Pratham purush ?”

Main to munh baaye use dekhata hi rah gaya. Mujhe laga uski awaaj kuchh bhaari si hoti ja rahi hai aur kaheen door si hoti ja rahi hai. Mujhe laga ki jaise mujhe neend si aane lagi hai. Pata nahi ye neend hai ya main behoshi ho raha hun. Maine kuchh bolana chaaha par mere munh se koi aawaaj nahi nikal rahi thi. Par Mona ki door hoti si aawaaj ab bhi sunaai de rahi thi “Mere Priyatam alvida….” Aur main gahari need ya behoshi me khota chala gaya……….

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Achaanak mujhe laga mobile ki ghanti baj rahi hai. Maine apani jeb tatoli. Jaise hi maine anguthe se batan dabaane ki kosis ki mujhe laga ki uspar khoon sa laga hai aur dard kar raha hai. “Oh. Hello… kaun..?”

“Oh… tum phone kyon nahi utha rahe the. Raat se try kar rahi hun ab 6 baje jaakar tumhaara phone mila hai”

Oh.. ye to Madhu ki aawaaj thi. “Par wo… par wo… ”

“Oh mere Mitthu sapane chhodo mian station se bol rahi hun. Tumhaare bina dil nahi laga isliye jaladi hi waapas aa gai” usne phone par hi ek chumma liya. “Tum aa rahe ho na mujhe lene station par ?”

“Oh… haan…. haan…. aa raha hun” aur maine phone kaat diya. Ab maine chaaro or dekha. Main to usi Meel-Patthar (mile stone- Bharatpur 13 k.m.) ke paas baitha tha. Aare wo baarish… bangala wo Monisha wo gaadi…. wo name plate wahaan to koi nahi tha. To kya main sapana dekh raha tha. Ye kaise ho sakata hai. Mere anghthe par to ab bhi khoon jama tha. Wo name plate oh.. “MoNisha P.G.M. nahi Prem Guru Mathur” He bhagwaan ye kya chamatakaar tha. Main uthakar gaadi ki or gaya. Chaabi lagaate hi gaadi chaalu ho gai. Indiketar bata raha tha Fuel tenk bhara hai.

“Oh… meri Mikki…. tune apana waada nibha diya” Meri aankhon me aansu umad pade. Main un kataron ko bhala neeche kaise girane deta maine apni jeb se wohi reshami rumaal nikaala aur apni aankhon par rakh liya.

Mikki ne to apana waada nibha diya par meri pyaari paathikaao aap bhi mujhe mail karane ka waada mat bhoolana. premguru2u@yahoo.com ; premguru2u@rediffmail.com

With love… Aapka Prem Guru.