Mera naam Priya hai. Priya Verma. Shaadi ke baad Priya Tiwari ban gayi thi. Gonda ke chhote se gaon mein rehti hoon, apne sasural mein. Mere pati Rajesh Dubai mein hain, pichle saal se. Security guard ki naukri karte hain kisi mall mein. Daily phone pe baat hoti hai unse, kabhi video call, par aur main unko dekh kar garam ho jaati houn, unko chhune ko jee chahta hai par haath screen tak hi pohonch paata hai. Roj aise hi ungli kar-kar ke kat rahi thi.
Sasurji, Pratap Tiwari. Koyle ki khaan mein kaam karte hain. Din bhar andheri zameen ke neeche rehte hain, raat ko thakan se ghar aate hain. Unki umra 42 saal hai, par khaan ka kaam unke badan ko aisa banaya hai ki lagte hain 30 ke. Chaudi chhati, mazboot haath, aur woh baal… thode safed ho gaye hain par phir bhi… kuch alag hi personality hai unki.
Phir hai meri saas, Shanti Devi. 38 saal ki, pari chust kisi ka bhi lund khada kar den. Subah 4 baje uthti hain, poore ghar ka kaam nikaalti hain. Unhe pata nahi ki unki bahu raat ko kya karti hai apne kamre mein.
Aur main… main 20 saal ki hoon. Shaadi ko do saal ho gaye. Rang gora, height 5’6″, figure… maano koi devi ho. Rajesh se pehle mujhe pata tha ki main sundar hoon, par ab jab woh door hain, toh yeh sundarta ek cheez ban gayi hai jo main roz sawaarti hoon, aur phir… phir main khud hi bujhaati hoon.
Gonda ki garmi alag hoti hai. May-June mein toh hadd hoti hai. Loo chalti hai, zameen jalti hai. Aur isi garmi mein, mere andar bhi aag lagti hai. Roz shaam ko, jab saas so jaati hain apne kamre mein, aur sasurji… unka toh schedule alag hai. Khaan se aate hain toh 7-8 baje shaam ko, khaana khaate hain, aur phir TV dekhte dekhte so jaate hain. Par main jaagti hoon. Apne kamre mein, phone lekar.
Rajesh se baat hoti hai. Dubai ka time alag hai, wahan jab shaam hoti hai, yahan raat. Hum video call karte hain. Woh apne chhote se room mein baithke mujhse baat karta hai. Aur main… main apne kamre mein, fan ke neeche, ekdum halki se nighty mein.
“Kaisi ho Priya?” woh poochte hai screen par.
“Yahan Gonda mein sab theek hai. Aap kaise ho?” main jawab deti hoon.
Par meri nazar uske chehre par nahi hoti. Meri nazar apne haathon par hoti hai. Jo dheere dheere meri nighty ke upar se meri thighs par chal rahe hote hain. Main jaanboojhkar camera ko thoda neeche rakhti hoon, taki woh mera chehra dekh sake, par mera poora badan nahi.
“Yaad aa rahi hai tumhari,” Rajesh kehta hai.
“Mujhe bhi bohot yaad aa rahe ho,” main siskari ke saath kehti hoon, aur mera haath aur upar chala jaata hai.
Yeh roz ka scene hai. Main phone par apne pati se baat karti hoon, aur haath se apna kaam karti hoon. Pehle sharam aati thi, par ab toh aadat ban gayi hai. Gonda ki chhoti si duniya mein, mere paas yahi ek escape hai. Yahi ek tarah ka sukoon hai.
Aur phir… phir woh din aaya jab sab badal gaya.
Sasurji ka naam Pratap hai, par gaon mein sab unhe “Koyla Babu” kehte hain. Koyla khaan mein kaam karte hain isliye. Roz subah 5 baje nikalte hain, aur shaam ko thake hue lautte hain. Unka badan kaala ho gya hai koyle se, haath mein zakhmon ke nishaan hain. Par jab woh nahakar aate hain, toh unki skin pe ek alag sa glow hota hai. Gym jaane waalon se zyada natural muscles hain unke.
Main unhe pehle kabhi notice nahi karti thi… sirf sasur ki tarah. Par pichle kuch mahino se, kuch alag sa hone laga. Shayad kyunki Rajesh door tha, aur mujhe kisi mard ki zaroorat thi. Ya phir… bas aisa hi hota hai kuch.
Shaam ki baat hai. Saas kisi rishtedaar ke yahan gayi thi, do din ke liye. Ghar mein sirf main aur sasurji the. Maine socha tha ki main jaldi so jaungi, par neend nahi aa rahi thi. Garmi bohot thi, aur light bhi nahi thi. Inverter ki battery khatam ho gayi thi.
Main apne kamre se baahar aayi, paani peene. Ghar andhera tha, sirf ek mombatti jal rahi thi rasoi mein. Maine socha sasurji toh so rahe honge unke kamre mein. Main paani peeke waapas aane lagi, tabhi… tabhi ek awaaz aayi.
Dheemi si awaaz. Rukki-phiski si. Mujhe laga koi chuha hai ya kuch. Maine zara sa darwaza khola apne kamre ke saath waale bathroom ka… wahan thodi roshni thi, moonlight aa rahi thi khidki se.
Aur main… main wahan kya dekhti hoon.
Sasurji… Pratap Tiwari… bathroom mein the. Nange. Poori tarah nange. Aur unka ek haath… unka ek haath unke beech mein tha. Woh muth maar rahe the. Apne lund pe haath chala rahe the. Aur unki aankhein… band thi, par chehre pe ek expression tha… woh expression jo main jaanti thi. Wohi expression jo mere chehre par hota hai jab main… jab main ungli karti hoon.
Main wahin jam si gayi. Hilti nahi thi. Dekh rahi thi. Pehli baar kisi paraye mard ko aise dekha tha. Aur woh bhi… woh bhi mere sasur. Unka lund… itna bada, itna mota. Maine Rajesh ka toh dekha tha, par yeh… yeh alag tha. Kaala, mazboot, veins dikh rahe thay uspe. Aur unki body… woh khaan mein kaam karne waali body, poori strong, muscles wali.
Main saans bhi nahi le pa rahi thi. Mera dil dhadak raha tha. Aur neeche… neeche kuch ho raha tha. Meri nighty gili ho rahi thi. Main samajh gayi ki yeh kya hai.
Sasurji ne speed badhai. Unki saansein tez ho gayi. Aur phir… unhone apna maal bahar nikaala. Bathroom ki deewar par. Itna saara. Main hairaan reh gayi. Itni quantity, itni power.
Main dheere se waapas apne kamre mein aayi. Darwaza band kiya. Aur seedha bed par gir gayi. Mera dil itni tezi se dhadak raha tha ki lag raha tha bahar nikal aayega.
Maine apna haath apni nighty ke andar daala. Main already wet thi. Pehli baar… pehli baar maine kisi aur ke baare mein sochte hue… Ungli ki. Apne sasur ke baare mein. Unke us lund ke baare mein soch kar.
Aur jab main jhadi… toh laga ki zameen hil gayi hai.
Us raat main so nahi paayi. Baar baar woh scene aankhon ke saamne aa raha tha. Sasurji ka woh kaala badan, woh muscles, woh lund, aur unki muth maarte hue awaazein.
Agle din jab main uthi, toh sasurji khaan ke liye nikal chuke the. Par unki tasveer meri aankhon mein chipki hui thi. Main roz unka intezaar karne lagi shaam ko. Unke aane ka time, unke nahane ka time… sab kuch calculate karne lagi.
Teen din baad, jab saas waapas aayi, toh main normal behave karne ki koshish ki. Par ab main sasurji ko alag nazar se dekhti thi. Jab woh khaana khaate, toh main unke haathon ko dekhti… wohi haath jo us raat… jab woh shirtless hoke baahar baithke paani peete, toh main unki chhati ko dekhti… wohi chhati jispe main sochti ki kitna achha lagega sone ko.
Ek hafte baad… ek aur incident hua.
Saas ko malaria ho gaya. Tez bukhaar tha. Unhe hospital le gaye. Do din raat wahan rehna pada. Sasurji aur main ghar par akele the. Woh din tha jab maine pehli baar… pehli baar unse flirt kiya.
Raat ko khana banaya maine. Sasurji aaye, thake hue. Maine unke liye paani laaya, towel laaya. “Papa, aap thak gaye honge. Main aapke paanv daba deti hoon?” maine pucha. Pehli baar unhe “Papa” kehke itni kareeb se baat ki.
Unhone mana kiya, par main zidd ki. Unke paanv dabaane lagi. Woh sofa par baithe the, main neeche floor par. Unke paanv mazboot the, kaale the koyle se. Par mujhe achha lag raha tha unhe chhune mein.
“Priya beta, tu bhi thak jaayegi,” unhone kaha.
“Nahi Papa, aap itni mehnat karte ho hum sab ke liye. Yeh toh mera farz hai,” maine kaha, aur unki aankhon mein dekha.
Woh mujhe dekh rahe the. Alag nazar se. Pehli baar lag raha tha ki woh mujhe ek bahu ki tarah nahi, ek aurat ki tarah dekh rahe hain. Meri neck ke neeche, meri cleavage ki taraf. Maine jaanboojhkar thoda jhuka diya apna badan, taki unhe zyada dikhe.
Woh chup ho gaye. Bas mujhe dekhne lage.
Maine unke paanv chhod diye. “Papa, main khana lagati hoon,” kehkar main uthi. Aur jaanboojhkar unke paas se guzarte waqt apni thigh unke haath se touch kar gayi.
Unka haath kaanpa. Maine notice kiya. Par kuch nahi kaha.
Khana khaate waqt, main unke saamne baithi. Nighty pehni thi, light pink wali. Aur neeche kuch nahi. Main jaanboojhkar apne paanv failake baithi, taki agar woh dekhein toh… toh unhe meri thighs dikhein.
Woh dekhte rahe. Khana khaate waqt bhi unki nazar neeche thi. Main samajh gayi ki woh kya dekh rahe hain. Mujhe garmi lag rahi thi, par maza bhi aa raha tha.
Raat ko, jab main apne kamre mein thi, toh maine suna ki bathroom mein phir wohi awaazein aa rahi hain. Sasurji phir… phir wohi kar rahe the. Par is baar… is baar maine darwaza kholne ki himmat nahi ki. Bas kaan lagaye aur suna. Unki heavy breathing, unki dheemi si awaazein… aur phir jab woh jhade, toh unki zor se saans chhodne ki awaaz.
Maine apne haath se apna kaam kiya. Sochte hue ki kaash main wahan hoti. Kaash main unki madad kar paati.
Agle din subah, jab main kitchen mein thi, toh sasurji aaye. Unhone peeche se mujhe dekha. Main jaanti thi ki woh aaye hain, par main jhuki rahi, rasoi mein kaam karti rahi. Meri kamar ka hissa, meri hips unki taraf thi.
“Priya,” unhone aawaaz lagayi.
“Ji Papa,” maine mudke dekha.
Unki nazar meri aankhon mein thi, par phir meri honton par gayi. Mere honton ko maine thoda geela rakha tha, jaanboojhkar.
“Raat ko… kuch awaaz suni tune?” unhone pucha. Unki aankhon mein ek sharam si thi, par ek sawaal bhi.
Maine thodi der socha, phir kaha, “Kaisi awaaz Papa?”
“Kuch nahi… shayad maine galat suna,” unhone kaha, aur chale gaye.
Par main jaanti thi ki woh jaante hain ki main jaanti hoon. Aur yeh jaante hue bhi ki main jaanti hoon, woh phir bhi karte rahe. Kyunki unhe bhi zaroorat thi. Jaise mujhe thi.
Dheere dheere, hum dono ke beech ek ajeeb si tension ban gayi. Ek dusre ko dekhna, phir nazar churaana. Paas aana, phir door ho jaana. Main unke liye special khana banane lagi. Unke kapde alag se dhone lagi. Unke kamre mein jaake unki bed sheet theek karne lagi.
Ek din, main unke kamre mein thi, bed sheet laga rahi thi. Woh aaye. Maine peeche mudke dekha. Meri kamar unki taraf thi, aur main jhuki hui thi.
“Papa, thodi madad karenge? Yeh corner theek nahi ho raha,” maine kaha.
Woh aaye. Mere peeche khade ho gaye. Main jaanti thi ki woh meri hips dekh rahe hain. Meri nighty thodi upar chadh gayi thi, aur meri thighs dikh rahi thi.
Unhone bed sheet pakdi. Unka haath mera haath chhua. Hum dono ruk gaye. Kuch second ke liye, dono ke haath ek doosre ke upar the. Garam, kaale haath. Mazboot haath.
Maine mudke unki taraf dekha. Unki height meri se zyada thi. Unki saansein tez ho gayi thi. Main unki aankhon mein dekh rahi thi. Woh mere honton ko dekh rahe the.
Kuch nahi kaha kisine. Bas ek pal tha. Ek lamha tha jisme kuch ho sakta tha. Par phir maine haath hata liya.
“Papa, ho gaya. Thank you,” maine kaha.
Woh chale gaye. Par main jaanti thi ki ab yeh shuruwat hai. Bas ab intezaar tha ek mauke ka. Ek aise mauke ka jab hum dono ek doosre ko rok na paayein.
Aur woh mauka jaldi hi aane wala tha. Kyunki Gonda ki garmi, mere andar ki garmi, aur sasurji ke andar ki wo aag… teeno milke aisa toofan laane wali thi ki sab kuch badal jaayega.
Main roz shaam ko phone par Rajesh se baat karti thi. Par ab main sirf unki awaaz sunke khud ko satisfy nahi kar paati thi. Main chahti thi kuch aur. Kuch real. Kuch mere saamne.
Aur woh “kuch” mere ghar mein hi tha. Mere sasur ke roop mein. Koyla ki kaali chaadar mein lipta, ek aisa mard jo mujhe chakhna chahta tha, aur main… main uska swaad lena chahti thi.
Bas ab thodi der aur. Phir… phir yeh Gonda ki bahu, apne sasur ki ho jaayegi. Poori tarah. Har tarah.
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