Part – 1 https://after-dark-tales.com/ghar-mein-toofaan-1/
Aagay
Main neeche aaya. Dining table pe Papa, Mummy, baithe the. Khana lag chuka tha — roti, sabzi, daal. Lekin mera pet kahan bhara tha? Mera dimaag toh ab bhi buwa ke upar tha.
“Ayaan, kahan tha itni der? Khana thanda ho gaya,” Mummy ne kaha.
“Woh… bathroom mein tha,” mainne kaha, jhooth bolte hue aankhen jhukaye huye.
Tabhi Buwa aayi. Woh bilkul normal dikh rahi thi, jaise upar kuch hua hi nahi ho. Lekin jab unki nazar mujhse mili, toh ek pal ke liye… sirf ek pal ke liye… unki aankhen kuch aur hi keh gayi.
“Aarav kahan hai?” Papa ne buwa se pucha.
“Aarav so gaya,” Buwa ne kaha, kursi kheenchte hue. aur mere taraf dekh kar muskurayi.
Woh muskurahat… usmein kuch tha. Kuch shaitaani.
Humne khana shuru kiya. Papa Buwa ko samjhane lage, “Sana, tu itni zidd kyun kar rahi hai? Rajesh maafi maang raha tha. Ghar chala ja. Bachche ka bhavishya soch.”
“Main soch rahi houn bhaiya,” Buwa ne kaha, roti todte hue. “Saat saal se soch rahi houn. Ab aur nahi.”
“Par…”
“Bas karo bhaiya. Ab main nahi jaaungi wahan. Jab tak mera mann nahi hoga, main yahin rahungi.”
Papa ne haath uthaya. “Theek hai. Tu hi jaane. Lekin soch le.
“Main akeli nahi houn. Aap sab ho na,” Buwa ne kaha, aur phir… phir unhone table ke neeche se apna pair mere pair pe maara.
Main jhatke se upar dekha. Unhone ishara kiya — khana khane ka. Muskurate hue.
Maine nazar churayi. Lekin mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. Yeh kya ho raha tha? Buwa mere saath… aur table ke neeche…?
Maine jaldi se khana khaya. Kuch taste nahi aa raha tha. Bas Buwa hi najar Aa rahi thi.
Khana khatam karke main apne kamre mein chala gaya. Aur bed pe baith gya. Dimag mein khayal aa raha tha. Galat khayal. Buwa ke baare mein. Unki kamar, unki aankhen, unki woh baatein…
Maine socha thoda padh leta houn. Assignment complete karni thi. Lekin kaise? Kaise padhun jab dimaag mein wohi chal raha ho?
Raat ke barah baje honge. Ghar mein sannata chhaya hua tha. Papa-Mummy apne kamre mein so gaye hongey. Main ab bhi baitha tha — laptop khula, lekin dimaag kahin aur.
Tabhi… Mera darwaze khula. Aur Buwa aarav ko godi Mein liye Ander aayi. woh… woh nighty mein thi. Halki si, safed rang ki nighty, jo unke badan ke har curve ko dikhane ki koshish kar rahi thi.
“Kya hua Buwa? Itni raat ko?” mainne pucha.
“Neend nahi aa rahi thi,” unhone kaha, andar aate hue. “Aarav bhi jaag raha tha. Socha tere saath thodi der baithun.”
Buwa bed pe baith gayi. Aarav unki godi mein tha, aankhen khuli, munh mein ungli dala hua tha.
“Baith na,” unhone kaha, bed par Haath maarte huye.
Main paas Mein baitha gya.
“Toh… college mein kya chal raha hai?” unhone pucha, Aarav ko sehlati hue.
“Bas wohi Buwa. Padhai… assignments…”
“Toh bta kitni Girlfriend hain teri?” Buwa ne pucha.
Main hansa. “Buwa, aap bhi… maine bataya tha na, koi nahi hai.”
“Sacchi?”
“Haan sacchi.”
Buwa ne Aarav ko thoda upar uthaya. Unki nighty ka strap ek taraf fisal gaya. Unki kandha saaf dikhne laga. Gora, mulayam.
“Kya fayda hai itni sexy body ka,” unhone kaha, mujhe upar se neeche tak dekhte hue, “jab koi girlfriend hi nahi hai?”
Yeh shabd… “sexy”… Buwa ke munh se… mere liye… mera lund fanfane lga. Mainne takiya apne upar rakh liya, sharam se.
“Aise mat dekhiye Buwa,” mainne kaha, aankhen jhukaye huye.
“Kyun? Kya ho gya maine to kuch nahi kiya?” unhone pucha, halki si muskurahat ke saath.
“Kuch nahi… bas…”
“Kuch toh ho raha hai. Bata na. Main houn na. Teri Buwa houn. Koi gair thodi houn?”
Main chup raha. Lekin mera lund… woh toh jawab de raha tha. Poora khada, poora tayyar.
Buwa ne meri taraf dekha. Phir apni nighty ki taraf. Phir wapas mujhe.
Unhone mere haath pakda. Apne haathon mein le liya. Aur dhire se sahlaya.
“Kya dekh raha hai,” unhone pucha, “aise mat dekha kar.”
Maine niche chehra kiya aur pucha, “kaise na dekhun.”
Unhone mera takiya hatya aur boli, “Aise” Unki aankhen mere lund ke taraf ishara karti hue.
Maine jaldi se hath apne lund pe rakh diya chupane ke liye.
Buwa meri taraf dekh kar kaha, “hath kiyoun rakh liya hta na, mujhe bhi dekhne de. jab tun mera dekh raha hai, toh Mein bhi to tera dekh sakti houn.”
Maine haklaate huye bola, “main…maine kuch nahi dekha aapka.”
“Tuh tun aise nahi manega, tun mere inko kyun dekh raha tha?” unhone pucha.
Main chonk gaya. “Kya… kya Buwa?”
“Arre, inko,” unhone apni chhaati ki taraf ishara kiya. “Jab se aayi houn, bas inko hi dekh raha hai tu.”
“Main… main kahan dekh raha houn…”
“Chal jhooth mat bol,” unhone kaha, muskurate hue. “Waese bhi yeh tere liye nahi hain. Aarav ke liye hain.”
Aur phir… phir unhone kiya kuch aisa kiya ki meri saanse ruk sa gaya.
Unhone apna nighty ka strap ek taraf kiya. Aur ek… ek boobs… poora bahar nikaal liya.
Woh doodh se bhara hua, bada, gol, laal-chukte nipple ke saath. Poora saaf dikh raha tha.
Aarav ne turant munh lagaya. Choosne laga. Lekin Buwa… Buwa mujhe dekh rahi thi. Meri aankhon mein dekh rahi thi. Aur muskura rahi thi.
Main… main kya karun? Mera lund poora khada tha. Meri aankhen poori tarah unpar thi. Main bhool gaya tha ki yeh galat hai. Main bhool gaya tha ki yeh meri Buwa hai. Bas… bas mujhe chusne ka man kar raha rha, dabane ka.
“Kya tujhe yeh pasand hai?” unhone pucha, apne boobs ko haath se dabate hue, “jo aise dekh raha hai?”
Main… main kuch nahi bol paaya. Bas dekhta raha. Jaise koi bhookha shaksh khaane ko dekhta hai.
Buwa samajh gayi. Woh jaanti thi ki main sharma raha houn. Isliye unhone kaha, “Agar pasand hai… toh dusra tujhe de sakti houn. Lekin pehle bol — pasand hai ki nahi?”
Yeh sawaal… yeh ek sawaal ne mere Ander tufan khada kar diya.
Maine unki aankhon mein dekha. Woh aankhen… woh mujhe bula rahi thi. Apne paas.
Unhone mera haath pakda. Aur ungliyon ko apni ungliyon mein phansa liya.
Mere andar jaise current doud gaya. Poora badan kaanp utha. Mera lund… woh toh ab poora pagal ho chuka tha. Poora khada, poora tayyar tha.
“Ab bol,” unhone kaha, “pasand hai ki nahi? Warna main jaa rahi houn.”
Maine kuch der socha. Lekin soch kya? Jism toh jawab de chuka tha. Bas dimaag ko manana tha.
“Haan…” mainne dhere se kaha, aankhen jhukaye.
“Kya? Zor se bol. Sunai nahi de raha.”
“Haan Buwa… pasand hai…” mainne zor se kaha.
“Toh phir sharma kyun raha hai? Pee le. Main tujhe apna doodh pilati houn.”
Yeh shabd… “doodh pilati houn”… yeh sun kar main poora pagal ho gaya. Main aage badha. Unki nighty ka doosra strap kiya. Aur doosra boobs… poora bahar nikaal liya.
Itna naram. Itna garam. Main jhuka. Munh lagaya. Aur choosne laga.
“Ahhhh…” Buwa ki awaaz nikli. Halki si. Madhosh kar dene wali.
Unhone mera sir pakda. Apne boobs pe dabaya. “Choos… aur zor se choos… haan… aise…”
Main choosta raha. Pehle dheere se. Phir zor zor se. Mera munh poora bhara tha. Unka doodh… woh meetha, gara, zindagi ka asli swaad. Main peete raha. Choosta raha. Masalta raha.
Udhar Aarav… woh toh peete peete so gaya tha. Munh unke nipples se fisal kar ek taraf ho gaya.
Buwa ne usse godi se uthaya. Bed ke kinaare sulaya. Phir… phir woh mere paas aayi.
“Ab ruk ja,” unhone kaha, saansein tez.
“Kyun Buwa?”
“Kyunki… kyunki agar kisi ne aise tujhe dekh liya… peete hue… toh hum dono ko ghar se nikal dengey.”
Main samajh gaya. Papa. Mummy. Unke baare mein socha toh dar lagne laga.
“Toh ab kya karun?” mainne pucha.
Buwa hansi. “Are ja, pehle darwaza lock kar. Agar aur peena hai toh…”
Main samajh gaya tha. Yeh ishara tha. Yeh woh ishara tha jo main kabse intezaar kar raha tha.
Main khushi se utha. Darwaze ki taraf bhaaga. Lock lagaya. Dheere se. Phir wapas aaya.
Buwa ab khadi thi. Nighty utaar rahi thi. Upar se neeche tak.
Main dekhta raha. Unki badan… woh poora badan ab mere saamne tha. Bas panty mein thi. Ek halki si, gili si panty.
“Buwa… yeh… yeh galat hai…” mainne kaha, lekin aankhen unke upar tiki thi.
“Kuch galat nahi hai,” unhone kaha, mere paas aate hue. “Jo mann kare woh kar. Main houn na. Main tujhe rokungi nahi.”
Unhone mera chehra pakda. Dono haathon se. Aur… aur mere hont chusne lagi. Pagalon ki tarah. Jaise koi bhookhi sherni ho.
Main bhi pagal ho gaya tha. Maine bhi unke hont chuse. Unki jeev se apni jeev milayi. Unki thook ko peeta raha.
Unka haath… woh mere lund pe tha. Jeans ke upar se sehla rahi thi. Dabaa rahi thi.
“Ahhhh… Buwa…” mainne awaaz nikali.
“Chup. Kuch mat bol. Bas feel kar.”
Maine bhi apna haath badhaya. Unki panty pe. Wahan pe. Jahan sabse garam tha.
“Oohhh…” unhone awaaz nikali.
Main sahlata raha. Unki panty gili thi. Poori gili.
Unhone mere kapde utaarne shuru kiye. Pehle t-shirt. Phir jeans. Phir underwear.
Mera lund… woh poora bahar aa gaya. 7 inch ka, mota, laal, poora khada, poora tayyar.
“Wah…” unhone kaha, dekh kar. “mere pati se bhi acha hai.”
Main sharam se laal ho gaya. Lekin unhone kaha, “Sharma mat. Yeh toh tera asli asla hai.”
Phir unhone apni panty utaari. Poori. Neeche se pair nikaal kar ek taraf phenki.
Ab hum dono… hum dono bilkul nange the. Samne samne. Garam. Tayyar.
“Chal,” unhone kaha, bed pe letne ka ishara karte hue, “ab andar daal. Subah se tune mujhe garam karke rakha hai.”
Yeh shabd… “andar daal”… yeh sun kar main poora pagal ho gaya. Main unke upar gaya. Unki taangein phaila di.
Maine apna lund rakha. Topa andar gaya. Woh cheekhi. Lekin chup ho gayi.
“Aaram se…” unhone kaha, “dheere daal.”
Maine dheere se dhakka lagaya. Poora andar chala gaya. Woh Bahut garam. Bahut…thi.
“Ahhhh…” hum dono ne awaaz nikali.
Main ruka nahi. Main hilne laga. Dheere dheere. Phir tez. Buwa ki saansein tez ho gayi. Unki kamar upar uth rahi thi. Mujhe aur andar lene ke liye.
“Chod… chod mujhe…” unhone kaha, “apni Buwa ko chod… haan… aur zor se…”
Main aur tez ho gaya. Bed hil raha tha. Lekin hum dono ko kisi ki parwaah nahi thi. Hum dono apne pal mein the. Main dhakke Maar raha tha. Buwa ahh… ahh… ki aawajein nikal rahi thi. Hum dono jante the ye galat hai lekin hum ko btane wala koi nahi tha, bas dhakke ki aawajein thap… thap… aur Buwa ki siskiya gunj rahi thi kamre main. “Ahh… chod aur tej ahh…”
Main aur tej dhakke marne lga. “Ahhh… ahhh… Buwa… main… Mera nikalne wala hai…” mainne kaha.
“Andar… andar hi nikaal…” unhone kaha, “Tun dar mat… andar hi… Poora …bhar de… “
Main zor se dhakka lagaya. Poora lund andar ghusa diya. Aur phir… woh jhatka. Aur hafte huye. Main jhad gaya. Unke andar. Poora pani Garam Garam nikal diya.
Main unke upar gir gaya. Saansein tez. Dil dhadak raha tha.
Unhone mere baal sehlaye. “Maza aaya?”
“Bahut Buwa… bahut zyada…” mainne kaha, unke sene par sir rakh kar.
“Ab so ja. Bahoot jyada time ho gya hai.”
Main unke seene par leta raha. Unhone mujhe baahon Mein leliya. Jaise koi bachcha ho.
Aarav ek taraf so raha tha. Hum dono doosri taraf. Ek dusre ke baahon mein. Nange soo rahe the.
Yeh raat… yeh raat kabhi khatam nahi honi chahiye thi. Ya shayad… shayad kahani abhi shuru hui hai. Kyunki kal ko kya hoga, koi nahi jaanta.
Happy reading—and enjoy the dark.