Gonda ki raat chup thi. Par mere kamre mein… mere dil mein… ek toofan tha. Jo kal subah… ya kal raat… sab kuch badal dega.
Maine aankhein band ki. Sapno mein… maine sasurji ko dekha. Woh mere paas aaye. Mere kaan mein kuch kaha. Kya kaha? Yeh toh kal hi pata chalega.
Gonda Ki Garmi – Part 1: Chingariyan
Gonda Ki Garmi – Part 2: Aag Ki Lapten
In English: The Heat of Gonda – Part 3: River of Fire
Ab Aage…
Sapna… woh sapna bohot real tha. Main bed par leti thi, aur sasurji… mere upar the. Unki body kaali thi, pasina pasina. Unka lund… woh bada, mota lund meri chut mein tha. Woh mujhe chod rahe the. Tez. Zor se. Meri taangein unki kamar par lapeti hui thi. Main unki aankhon mein dekh rahi thi. Woh mujhe dekh rahe the. Aur keh rahe the, “Priya… meri Priya…”
“Aah… Pratap ji…” maine sapne mein kaha.
Tabhi… tring tring tring
Phone ki awaaz se meri aankh khul gayi. Maine jhatke se uthkar dekha. Screen par Rajesh ka naam chamak raha tha. Mera dil abhi bhi tezi se dhadak raha tha. Neeche… woh gili feeling. Sapna itna real tha ki main actually wet ho gayi thi.
Maine phone uthaya. “Hello…”
“Priya? Soo gayi thi kya?” Rajesh ki awaaz aayi.
Maine saans li. “Haan… ek sapna dekh rahi thi…”
“Kaisa sapna?” usne pucha.
Main sochi… kya bataun? Ki main tumhare papa ke saath… nahi, yeh nahi keh sakti.
“Kuch nahi… bas aise hi…” maine kaha.
“Lekin tu saans kyun tez le rahi hai? Kuch kiya tune?” Rajesh ki awaaz mein shak tha, par ek excitement bhi.
Maine kuch nahi kaha. Bas leti rahi. Meri nighty upar chadh gayi thi. Maine notice nahi kiya tha. Meri thighs exposed thi.
“Priya… tu kya kar rahi hai? Mujhe pata hai… tu kuch toh kar rahi hai…” Rajesh kehne laga.
“Nahi… bas…” maine kaha.
“Haath neeche hai kya? Ungli kar rahi hai?” usne directly pucha.
Mera chehra garam ho gaya. “Tum bhi na…”
“Koi baat nahi… main bhi kar raha hoon. Video call kar?” usne kaha.
Maine kaha haan. Call switch ki. Ab woh screen par tha. Apne underwear mein. Haath uske lund par tha.
“Tu bhi dikha…” usne kaha.
Maine dheere se apni nighty upar ki. Meri panty dikh gayi. Gili thi.
“Wah… kitni gili hai… sapna kaisa tha?” usne pucha, haath tezi se chala raha tha.
Maine socha… kya bataun? Ki main tumhare papa ko chodte hue dekh rahi thi? Ki unka lund dekh ke main pagal ho gayi thi?
“Kuch khaas nahi…” maine kaha, aur apna haath panty ke andar daala.
“Haan… aise hi… aur zor se…” Rajesh keahta raha.
Par meri aankhein band thi. Aur jab band karti thi, toh kya dikhta tha? Sasurji. Unka lund. Unki body. Woh meri saas ko chodte hue. Woh darwaze ki taraf dekh ke muth maarte hue.
Main aur tez ho gayi. Rajesh ki awaaz sun rahi thi, par soch rahi thi sasurji ke baare mein. Ki kaash woh yahin hote. Kaash wohi mujhe chod rahe hote.
“Aah… aa gayi… aa gayi…” maine kaha, aur jhad gayi.
Rajesh bhi jhad gaya. Par… par mera mann nahi bhara. Phir se woh feeling. Ki aur chahiye.
Phone rakhne ke baad, main uthi. Paani peene gayi. Corridor mein andhera tha. Sasurji ke kamre se kuch awaaz nahi aa rahi thi. Shayad so gaye the.
Maine socha… kal se kuch alag karna padega. Ab sirf dekhna aur apne haath se kaam nahi chalega. Ab unko bhi pata chalna chahiye ki main interested hoon. Par kaise?
Subah jab uthi, toh maine plan banaya. Jab bhi main apne kamre mein… woh karungi, toh darwaza thoda sa khula rakhungi. Sirf itna ki koi jhank ke dekh sake. Shayad… shayad woh notice karein.
Shaam ko, jab Rajesh ka phone aaya, maine darwaza thoda sa khula chhod diya. Sirf ek inch. Aur phir… phir main nangi ho gayi. Poori. Bed par let gayi. Taangein faila di.
“Aaj main nangi hoon… poori,” maine Rajesh ko kaha.
“Wah… dikhao…” usne kaha.
Maine camera apne badan par ghumaya. Pehle breasts, phir pet, phir neeche. Meri chut.
“Aaj kya karogi?” usne pucha.
Maine apni ungli andar daali. “Yeh…”
Aur maine shuru kar diya. Par meri nazar darwaze par thi. Ki kya koi dekh raha hai? Kya sasurji wahin hain?
Main aur zor se karne lagi. Moan bhi zyada karne lagi. Jaanboojhkar. Taaki agar koi sun raha ho toh sun sake.
“Aah… haan… aur zor se…” maine kaha zor se.
Aur phir… phir mujhe laga. Koi wahan tha. Darwaze ke peeche. Ek shadow si dikhi. Main ruki nahi. Aur tezi se karne lagi. Meri aankhein band thi, par main mehsoos kar rahi thi. Ki koi dekh raha hai.
Jab main jhadi, toh zor se chillayi. Taaki woh sun sake ki main kya kar rahi hoon.
Agle din, maine wohi kiya. Aur agle din bhi. Roz shaam ko, jab Rajesh phone karta, main darwaza thoda khula chhod ke nangi hokar ungli karti. Aur har baar mujhe lagta ki koi dekh raha hai.
Ek hafte baad… woh din aaya.
Maine suna. Sasurji ke kamre se awaazein. Saas ki awaazein. Woh dono phir kar rahe the.
Main uthi. Apne kamre se nikli. Corridor mein chali. Aur dekha… unka darwaza aaj thoda zyada khula tha. Pehle se zyada. Jaanboojhkar ya galti sa samajh nahi aaya.
Main wahin ruk gayi. Jhank ke dekha. Saas bed par leti thi. Sasurji unke upar. Aur unki nazar… unki nazar darwaze par thi. Woh mujhe dekh rahe the. Woh jaante the ki main wahin hoon.
Wo darwaje ki taraf dekhte huye. Woh apna kaam karte rahe. Tezi se. Aur zyada tezi se. Saas chillati rahi, “Bas karo… ruko…” Par unhone nahi roka.
Main wahin khadi thi. Meri nighty ke andar haath tha. Main ungli kar rahi thi. Woh darwaje ki taraf dekh ke chod rahe the. Aur main unhe dekh ke ungli kar rahi thi.
Yeh silsila kuch din chala. Har roz. Woh darwaza khula chhodte. Main wahin khadi hokar dekhti aur ungli karti. Par ab… ab mujhe aur chahiye tha. Ungli se kaam nahi chal raha tha. Mujhe woh lund chahiye tha. Woh asli wala lund.
Ek din shaam ko. Main rasoi mein thi. Saas so rahi thi apne kamre mein. Sasurji aaye. Paani peene.
“Priya,” unhone kaha.
“Ji Papa,” maine mudke dekha.
Unki nazar meri aankhon mein thi. Gehri. “Raat ko… tujhe kuch awaazen aati hain?” unhone pucha.
Mera dil dhadka. “Kaisi awaazen?” maine pucha, unki taraf dekhte hue.
“Aisa kuch… kuch ajeeb si awaazein,” unhone kaha, aur paani piya.
Main samajh gayi. Yeh wahi game hai. Jo main khel rahi thi, aur woh bhi khel rahe the.
“Mujhe toh nahi aati kuch,” maine kaha, thoda sharam ke saath.
Sasurji ne glass rakha. “Mujhe toh lagta hai ki tere kamre se kuch awaazein aati hain. Jaise koi… koi dard mein ho. Ya phir… maza le raha ho.”
Unki aankhon mein woh jaankari thi, aagay badhane ki echha thi. Woh jaante the. Main kya karti houn, aur mujhe bhi pakka yakin ho gya tha, ki wo mujhe dekhte hai.
Maine bhi himmat ki. “Aapke kamre se bhi toh Awaazein aati hain Papa. Roz raat ko,” maine kaha, unki aankhon mein dekhte hue.
Unhone meri taraf dekha. Kuch second. Phir… phir woh muskura diye. Wohi wali smile. Jismein sab kuch chhupa tha.
“Aaj bhi ayegi Awaazein,” unhone kaha, aur chale gaye.
Yeh kehkar. “Aaj bhi ayegi Awaazein.”
Mera poora badan kaanp gaya. Maine chulha band kiya. Khana adhura chhod diya. Bathroom mein gayi. Aur… aur maine apne aap ko chhoda. Tezi se. Zor se. Soch ke unki baat ko. “Aaj bhi ayegi Awazein.”
Main jhad gayi. Tezi se. Phir waapas aayi. Khana banaya. Saans tezi se chal rahi thi.
Raat ko main jaldi se apne kamre mein gayi. Darwaza thoda khula khud ko chhoda. Phir Intezaar karne lagi.
Kuch he der baad, kuch Awazein aayi. Sasurji ke kamre se. Par aaj… aaj kuch alag tha.
Main gayi. Dekha. Darwaza aaj aur zyada khula tha. Pehle se zyada. Aur andar…
Sasurji bed par baithe the. Nange. Unka lund haath mein tha. Woh use hila rahe the. Saas saamne khadi thi. Kapde pehne hue thi.
“Nahi… aaj mann nahi hai. Mujhe neend aa rahi hai,” saas keh rahi thi.
“Bas thodi der. Thoda sa hi karunga,” sasurji ne kaha. Par unki nazar… unki nazar darwaze par thi. Mujh par.
Unhone apna lund zor se hilaya. Dikhaya mujhe. Saaf saaf. Phir saas ki taraf mudke, “Aaja na… bas do minute.”
Saas ne mana kiya. “Nahi karna mujhe. Kal karenge.”
Sasurji ne saas ko kheench ke pakda. Zor se. “Nahi… abhi chahiye mujhe.”
Unhone saas ko bed par gira diya. Unki saree upar ki. Aur… aur unhone zabardasti unki panty neeche ki. Saas kehti rahi, “Nahi… ruko… dard hoga…” Par unhone nahi suni.
Unhone apna lund andar daala. Ek hi jhatke mein. Saas chillaayi. “Aah… dheere…”
Par sasurji ruke nahi. Unhone tezi se chodna shuru kiya. Thap thap thap. Aur har kuch thrust ke baad… woh kya karte? Woh apna lund bahar nikaalte. Poora. Mujhe dikhate. Phir andar daal dete. Jaise wo mujhe soch kar chod rahe ho.
Yeh sab woh jaanboojhkar kar rahe the. Mujhe dikhane ke liye. Ki dekho… yeh hai mera lund. Yeh hai jo tujhe chahiye.
Main pagal ho rahi thi. Mera haath meri nighty ke andar tha. Main ungli kar rahi thi. Tezi se. Unke saath saath. Jab woh andar daalte, main andar karti. Jab woh bahar nikaalte, main bahar.
Saas chillati rahi, “Chhodo… bas… ho gaya… ruk jaao… kaise chodte ho tum…”
Par sasurji ke kaan mein kuch nahi gaya. Woh bas mujhe dekh rahe the. Aur chod rahe the. Zor zor se.
Main jhad gayi. Wahan hi khadi khadi. Darwaze par. Poori body vibrate hui. Par main ruki nahi. Dekhti rahi.
Sasurji ne aur zor se choda. Phir… phir unhone apna lund bahar nikala. Zor se. Unka maal nikla. Bahot saara. Saas ki peeth par. Poori peeth par.
Main wahin khadi thi. Saans le rahi thi. Sasurji ne mudke dekha. Sidha mujhe. Unhone muskuraya. Phir main wahan se bhaagi. Apne kamre mein aagayi.
Aaj aur zyada wild hona tha. Maine apni nighty utari. Poori nangi hui. Bed par leti. Taangein failayi. Aur dono haathon se… dono haathon se apni chut ko chhoda. Ungli ki. Tez. Bahot tez. Chillaayi. “Pratap ji… chodo mujhe… chodo…”
Main do baar jhadi. Teen baar. Phir thak kar so gayi. Nangi hi.
Agle din subah jab uthi, toh kuch alag tha. Ab woh line cross ho chuki thi. Ab hum dono jaante the ki hum chahte kya hain.
Main rasoi mein gayi. Sasurji wahin the. Saas nahi thi. Bathroom mein hongi.
“Subah subah kya soch rahi hai?” unhone pucha, mujhe peeche se.
Main mudi. “Kuch nahi… khana banane aayi thi.”
Woh kareeb aaye. Bahot kareeb. Itne kareeb ki unki saansein meri gaal ko chhu rahi thi. “Raat ko… maza aaya?” unhone dheemi awaaz mein pucha.
Maine kuch nahi kaha. Bas sharam se nazar jhuka li.
Unhone mera haath pakda. Apne haath mein liya. “Main jaanta hoon ki tu kya chahti hai. Aur tu bhi jaanti hai ki main kya chahta hoon. Ab bas… bas ek mauka chahiye.”
Maine unki taraf dekha. “Par kaise?”
“Main sochunga. Tu bas taiyaar rehna. Taiyaar,” unhone kaha, aur mere haath ko chhod diya.
Woh chale gaye. Par unki baat meri samajh mein aa gayi. Ab sirf intezaar tha. Ek mauke ka.
Aur woh mauka… woh mauka jaldi hi aane wala tha. Kyunki ab toh aag dono taraf lagi hui thi. Aur yeh aag… yeh aag ab sirf ek hi cheez se bujhai ja sakti thi. Poori chudai se. Ghar mein. Gonda ki dharti par.
Main taiyaar thi. Poori tarah taiyaar. Chudwane ke liye.
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