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.
Gonda Ki Garmi – Part 3: Aag Ka Dariya
In English: The Heat of Gonda – Part 4: Flight of Fire
Ab Aage…
Samay beet raha tha. Gonda ki garmi aur bhi tez ho gayi thi. Ab hum dono ke beech woh doori khatam ho chuki thi. Ab sirf ek patla sa parda tha – samay ka, mauke ka. Main roz shaam ko unki chudai dekhti. Woh darwaza jaanboojhkar khula chhodte, aur main wahin khadi hokar ungli karti. Aur din mein… din mein woh double meaning baatein. Kitchen mein, corridor mein, kahin bhi saas ki nazar na ho wahan.
Par ab yeh sab… yeh sab kam tha. Mujhe aur chahiye tha. Unka lund chahiye tha. Woh jo main roz dekhti thi, jiski kalpana karti thi, woh ab mujhe mere ander chahiye tha.
Maine plan banaya. Ek din… ek din sab kuch badalne wala tha.
Saal ka woh din tha jab Gonda mein garmi apne charam par thi. Saas ko neend ki goli dene ka plan tha. Main jaanti thi ki unki neend ki dawai kaunsi hai. Unke kamre mein jaake, maine unki roz ki goli ko thoda zyada de diya. Ek goli ke jagah maine teen goli dedi. Woh samajh nahi payi. Shaam ko khaana khaate hi unki aankhe bhari hone lagi.
“Priya, mujhe toh bohot neend aa rahi hai. Main jaldi so jaati hoon,” saas ne kaha.
“Thik hai Mummy ji, aap so jaiye. Main dekh lungi,” maine kaha, aur mann hi mann muskurayi.
Raat ke 8 baje the. Sasurji khaan se lautne waale the. Main taiyaar thi. Poori taiyaari ke saath.
Maine woh nighty nikaali. Woh jo maine online mangaayi thi. White rang ki, pure transparent. Ismein kuch bhi chhupa nahi tha. Neeche… neeche kuch nahi pehna tha. Na bra, na panty. Sirf woh nighty. Aur woh bhi itni chhoti ki meri thighs poori dikh rahi thi. Seene ke saamne… seene ke saamne meri nipples saaf dikh rahi thi. Bilkul saaf. Jaise main nangi hi hoon, bas ek halka sa parda odha ho.
Main aaine mein dekhi. Mera chehra laal ho raha tha excitement se. Mere baal khule the. Maine halka sa lipstick lagaya. Pink. Aur thoda scent.
8:30 baje. Main sun rahi thi. Gate ki awaaz. Sasurji aa gaye.
Maine saans li. Dheere se apne kamre se nikli. Corridor se guzri. Unhone abhi nahana tha. Main rasoi mein chali gayi. Khana garam karne lagi. Par mera dhyaan unhi par tha.
Kuch der baad, bathroom se awaaz aayi. Woh naha rahe the. Main soch rahi thi… unka woh kaala badan, paani ki boondon se bheega hua. Woh muscles. Woh lund.
10 minute baad, woh bahar aaye. Main rasoi se jhank ke dekhi. Woh sirf towel mein the. Unka badan glistening tha. Paani ke cheente abhi bhi the unpar.
Maine jhat se nazar hata li. Par mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha.
“Priya,” unhone pukaara.
“Ji Papa,” maine kaha, rasoi se bahar aake.
Unki nazar mujh par gayi. Aur ruk gayi. Woh… woh jaise pathar ke ho gaye. Unki aankhein badi badi ho gayi. Unka munh khula reh gaya.
Main wahin khadi thi. Unki nazar meri body par thi. Pehle mere chehre par, phir neeche. Meri neck, meri collarbone, phir mere breasts. Woh nighty ke neeche saaf dikh rahe the. Meri nipples tight thi, khadi thi. Unhone woh dekhi.
Phir unki nazar neeche gayi. Meri kamar. Meri pet. Meri hips. Nighty meri thighs ke upar thi. Poori thighs dikh rahi thi. Safed, smooth.
Woh upar se neeche tak mujhe dekh rahe the. Jaise koi painting dekh raha ho. Jaise koi jaanwar apne shikar ko dekh raha ho.
“Khana… khana lag gayi?” unhone pucha. Unki awaaz bhari thi.
“Haan Papa, aaiye,” maine kaha, aur mudi. Meri gaand unki taraf thi. Main jaanboojhkar thodi jhuki. Taki meri gaand ka shape saaf dikhe. Nighty chipak gayi meri gaand se.
Maine suna. Unki saans tez ho gayi thi.
Main dining table par jaake baith gayi. Unhone towel badla. Shorts aur baniyaan pehne huye Aaye.
Woh table par baithe. Maine unke saamne khana rakha. Par unki nazar khane par nahi thi. Meri taraf thi. Jab main jhuk ke plate rakhti, toh meri nighty se meri breasts poori dikh jaati thi. Woh dekhte rahe.
“Papa, tumhari saas kahan hain?” unhone pucha, jab main baithi.
“So gayi hain. Bohot thak gayi thi. Neend ki goli leke so gayi hain. Shayad subah hi uthengi,” maine kaha, unki aankhon mein dekhte hue.
Unki aankhon mein kuch chamka. Samajh gaye. Woh jaan gaye ki yeh mauka hai. Yeh woh mauka hai jiska hum dono intezaar kar rahe the.
“Achha… toh aaj raat ghar mein sirf hum do hi hain,” unhone kaha.
“Haan Papa. Sirf hum do,” maine jawab diya.
Woh muskura diye. Wohi wali smile. “Toh phir aaj toh mujhe neend hi nahi aayegi. Akela aadmi ko neend kaise aayegi?”
Double meaning. Poora double meaning.
Maine bhi muskuraya. “Kyun Papa? Aapko neend kyun nahi aayegi?”
“Kaise aayegi Priya? Ghar mein itni khoobsurat… itni pyaru bahu ho, aur patni so gayi ho. Aise mein kaun sa aadmi so payega?” unhone kaha, aur mera haath chhua table par se.
Mera badan current sa feel kar raha tha. “Papa, aap bhi na… kuch bhi kehte hain,” maine sharam ke saath kaha.
“Kuch bhi nahi. Sach keh raha hoon. Tu jaanti hai ki main kya keh raha hoon. Hum dono jaante hain,” unhone kaha, aur khana khana shuru kiya.
Hum dono khana khaane lage. Par khaana thodi der mein khatam hua. Baatein lambi chali.
“Tujhe pata hai Priya, khaan mein kaam karte waqt main tujhe hi sochta hoon. Teri tasveer meri aankhon ke saamne aa jati hai,” unhone kaha.
“Papa… yeh aap kya keh rahe hain,” maine kaha, par mann mein mein maza aa raha tha.
“Sach keh raha hoon. Teri woh nighty… woh jab tu corridor mein khadi rehti hai, aur main tujhe dekhta hoon… meri halat kharab ho jaati hai. Samajh nahi aata ki kya karoon,” unhone kaha.
“Mujhe toh lagta hai ki aapko meri zaroorat hai, Papa,” maine himmat karke kaha.
Unki nazar meri taraf gayi. Gehri. “Haan Priya. Bohot zaroorat hai. Teri badi zaroorat hai. Lekin… lekin darr lagta hai.”
Main unki baatein sun rahi thi aur phi. Maine apna paanv unke paanv se chhua table ke neeche.
Unhone mehsoos kiya. Unki saans aur tez ho gayi. “Priya… tu… tu sach mein…”
Maine kuch nahi kaha. Bas muskurayi. Phir main uthi. Plates uthane lagi. Main unke peeche se guzri. Jhuki. Meri gaand unki taraf thi.
Achanak… achanak maine mehsoos kiya. Ek haath. Meri gaand par. Unka haath.
Woh meri gaand ko chhu rahe the. Dheere se. Phir dabane lage. Sahlane lage.
Main ruk gayi. Plates haath mein thi. Main hil nahi paayi. Mera poora badan garam ho gaya.
“Papa…” maine halki si awaaz nikali.
“Kya hua Priya? Kuch bola?” unhone pucha, jaise kuch hua hi nahi ho. Par unka haath meri gaand par tha. Dabaa rahe the. Meri gaand ke dono side ko sahlaa raha tha.
Maine kuch nahi kaha. Bas wahin khadi rahi. Unhone aur zyada dabaya. Meri gaand ko masla. Phir dheere se ungli meri gaand ke beech mein daalne ki koshish ki.
Main sihar gayi. “Papa… plates… gir jaayegi…”
“Toh girne de. Lekin yeh… yeh toh main nahi chhod sakta,” unhone kaha, aur zor se pakad liya meri gaand ko.
Maine plates table par rakhi. Phir seedhi hui. Unki taraf mudi. Unki aankhein laal thi. Desire se bhari.
Maine muskuraya. “Main kitchen mein jaake aati hoon,” kaha, aur plate lekar chali gayi.
Main kitchen mein gayi. Unki nazar meri gaand par thi. Meri nighty hil rahi thi chalte waqt. Main jaanti thi ki woh aa rahe hain. Aur ab control karna aasan nahi hai.
Kuch hi pal mein, woh kitchen mein aaye. Aur Woh mere peeche khade ho gaye. Maine mehsoos kiya ki woh kareeb hain. Bahot kareeb.
“Priya…” unhone kaha.
Main mudi. Unka chehra mere chehre se kuch inch door tha. “Haan Papa?”
“Tu… tu mujhe chahati hai?” unhone pucha.
Maine kuch nahi kaha. Bas apna haath unke haath mein daala. Aur unko apni taraf kheencha.
Wo Samajh gaye. Unhone mujhe apni baahon mein le liya. Poori tarah. Meri body unki body se chipak gayi. Unki baniyaan mein se unki garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi. Unka lund… woh mere pet par tha. Pura Hard. Ghusne ke liye taiyar.
Maine awaaz nikali. “Aah… Papa…”
“Priya… meri Priya… kitne din se… kitne din se main tujhe chahata tha,” unhone kaha, aur mere gaal par kiss kiya.
Maine apni aankhein band kar li. Unki kiss mere gaal se mere honton par aa gayi. Main… main apne sasur ko kiss kar rahi thi. Apne honton se unke honton ko chhu rahi thi.
Woh mere honton ko kiss karne lage. Soft. Phir hard. Unki jeebh meri jeebh se mili. Hum dono ek doosre ko kiss kar rahe the. Passionately. Jaise koi premee.
Unhone meri nighty ke straps neeche kiye. Meri nighty gir gayi. Main… main poori nangi thi. Unke saamne. Unki baahon mein.
Unhone mujhe dekha. Pehli baar itne kareeb se. Meri chhati. Meri nipples. Meri kamar. Meri chut. Sab kuch.
“Bhagwan… tu… Tum to ek pari lag rahi ho Priya. Kya badan hai tumhara,” unhone kaha, aur mere breasts pakad liye. Aur Dabane lage. Masalne lage.
Main moan karne lagi. “Aah… Papa… haan… aur zor se…”
Woh mere nipples ko pinch karne lage. Daba rahe the. Meri body jalan mehsoos kar rahi thi. Main unke upar chipak gayi. Unka lund mere pet par tha. Hard. Moti rod jaisa.
“Chodna hai tumhen… aaj raat poori raat chodna hai,” unhone kaha.
Maine kaha, “Haan Papa… chodiye mujhe… poori raat… jitni baar chahiye utni baar… main aapki hoon… poori tarah…”
Unhone mujhe kitchen se uthaya. God mein liya. Meri nangi body unki god mein thi. Woh mujhe dekh rahe the. Main unki baahon mein thi.
“Kahan?” unhone pucha.
“Mere room mein… wahan mere bed par,” maine kaha.
Woh mujhe lekar chal diye. Unke kadam tez the. Main unki god mein thi. Meri ek haath unke gale mein tha. Doosra unki chhati par.
Hum mere room mein pahunche. Unhone darwaza band kar ke Lock kar diya. Aur mujhe bed par phenk diya. Jaise koi doll ho.
Main bed par gir gayi. Meri taangein fail gayi. Main nangi thi. Woh mujhe dekh rahe the. Unki shorts mein unka lund tent bana raha tha.
“Utariye na… sab kuch,” maine kaha, apni taangein failate hue.
Unhone apni baniyaan utari. Phir shorts. Aur underwear. Poora nange ho gaye. Unka lund… woh lund jo maine itni baar dekha tha… ab mere saamne tha. Poora khada. 7 inch lamba. Motaa. Kaala. Veins dikh rahe thay. Top par ek drop pre-cum tha.
Main usse dekh ke pagal ho gayi. “Aaiye na Papa… please…apni bahu ko shant kijiye…”
Woh mere upar aaye. Meri taangein apne kandhon par rakhi. Unka lund meri chut ke entrance par tha. Rub ho raha tha.
“Pehli baar hai?” unhone pucha.
“Haan… aapke bete ke alawan kisi aur se nahi,” maine sach kaha.
Woh muskura diye. “Main dheere se karunga. Ab chudne ke liye taiyar ho.”
Maine haan mein sir hilaaya.
Unhone apna lund pakda. Meri chut ke muhane par rakha. Rub kiya. Phir dheere se dhakka diya.
Thoda sa andar gaya. Mera munh khula. Thoda sa Dard hua. Woh bada tha. Bohot bada.
“Aah… Papa… dard…”
“Shh… bas thodi der. Phir achha lagega,” unhone kaha, aur dheere dheere andar daalne lage.
Woh andar gaye. Poora. Mujhe poora bhar diya. Main chillaayi. “Aah… Papa… kitna bada hai… ruk jaiye…”
Par woh ruke nahi. Unhone poora lund andar daal diya. Mera munh khula tha. Aankhein band thi. Dard ho raha tha, par saath mein kuch aur bhi. Satisfaction.
Phir woh hilne lage. Dheere dheere. Andar bahar. Meri chut unke lund ko absorb kar rahi thi. Poora tight.
“Aah… meri bahu… meri Priya… Mera sapna pura ho gya… kitni garam,” unhone kaha, aur tezi se hilne lage.
Main moan karne lagi. “Haan… Papa… aur zor se… chodiye mujhe… poori raat… Mera bhi sapna aaj pura ho gya…”
Woh aur tez ho gaye. Thap thap thap. Unki thighs meri thighs se takra rahi thi. Unka lund poora andar bahar ho raha tha. Meri chut poori gili thi. Ab dard kam aur maza zyada aa raha tha.
Main unki kamar pakad li. Apni taangein aur upar utha li. Taki aur deep ja sake.
“Chod… chod lo mujhe Papa… aaj se main sirf aapki hoon… aapki randi hoon…” maine kaha. Gandi baatein karne mein aur maza aa raha tha.
“Haan… meri randi… meri kutiya… tujhe main roz chodunga… teri saas ke saamne bhi… chup chup ke… har jagah…” woh keh rahe the.
Yeh sunke main aur garam ho gayi. Main jhadne wali thi. Maine kaha, “Papa… main jhadne wali hoon… please rukiye mat… aur zor se…apni randi ko chodiye…ahhh… papa…”
Woh aur zor se chodne lage. Bed hil raha tha. Poora room awaazon se bhara tha. Meri moans, unki grunts, aur thap thap ki awaaz.
Main jhad gayi. Poori tarah. Meri body vibrate hui. Meri chut ne unke lund ko squeeze kiya. Unhone bhi zor se pakad liya mujhe.
“Main bhi jhadne wala hoon… Bahar nikal dun… Ahh…” unhone kaha.
“Nahi… andar… poora andar… mujhe apko feel karna hai ander hi daal dijiye Papa… mujhe apna bana lijiye…” maine chillaya.
Unhone zor se ek thrust kiya. Aur jhad gaye. Unka lund mere andar pulse kar raha tha. Garam garam cum nikla. Bahot saara. Meri chut bhar gayi. Woh chut se bahar girne laga.
Woh mere upar hi pare huye. Saans le rahe the. Main bhi saans le rahi thi. Poori thaki hui. Par… par mujhe aur chahiye tha.
Kuch minute baad, unhone lund bahar nikala. Woh semi-hard tha abhi bhi. Cum se bhara hua. Meri chut se cum bahar gir raha tha. Main usse dekh rahi thi. Mujhe aur chahiye tha.
“Papa… phir se… ek baar aur…” maine kaha.
Woh muskura diye. “Abhi toh shuruat hai Priya. Raat bhar hai. Main tujhe jitni baar chahunga, chodunga. Tu bas taiyaar rehna.”
Maine kaha, “Main hamesha taiyaar hoon Papa. Aaj meri chut ki garmi shant kar dijiye.”
Woh mere side mein late gaye. Mere breasts dabane lage. Kiss karne lage. Meri body ko chhune lage. Har jagah.
Phir woh uthe. Mujhe ghuma diya. Doggy style mein. Meri gaand unki taraf thi.
“Teri gaand bhi bohot mast hai. Isse bhi chodunga. Lekin pehle teri chut phir se loon,” unhone kaha.
Unhone apna lund phir se meri chut par rakha. Phir se andar daala. Is baar asaani se. Meri chut ab khuli hui thi. Gili thi. Cum se bhari thi.
Woh peeche se chodne lage. Meri gaand pakad ke. Zor zor se. Main bed ke sheet pakad ke chilla rahi thi. “Aah… Papa… aur zor se… phaad dijiye meri chut…”
Woh aur zor se karne lage. Unki thighs meri gaand se takra rahi thi. Thap thap thap. Main jhad gayi phir se. Doosri baar.
Woh mere upar gir gaye. Hum dono pasina pasina the. Poori body thaki hui. Par… par mujhe abhi bhi aur chudna tha.
“Bas nahi hua abhi?” unhone pucha, thakkar se.
“Nahi Papa… aur chahiye… ek baar aur…” maine kaha.
Woh muskura diye. “Tu toh ek number chudakkad lag rahi hai. Lekin main bhi tujhe chod chod ke thakne wala nahi. Aaja, ab tu upar aaja.”
Maine unhe lita diya. Aur unke upar chadh gayi. Unka lund abhi bhi hard tha. Maine usse pakda. Meri chut mein daala. Aur upar se baith gayi.
Woh neeche se mujhe dekh rahe the. Main unke upar uchal rahi thi. Meri breasts hil rahe thay. Unhone pakad ke Dabane lage.
Main aur tez uchalne lagi. Unka lund poora andar bahar ho raha tha. Main jhad gayi. Teesri baar.
Par main ruki nahi. Main aur tezi se karne lagi. Woh bhi neeche se dhakke maarne lage. Hum dono ek sath mein dhakke maar rahe the.
“Aa raha hai… phir se aa raha hai…” unhone kaha.
“Andar… andar hi daal dijiye…” maine kaha.
Woh jhad gaye. Meri chut ke andar. Teesri baar. Meri chut cum se bhar gayi.
Main unke upar hi gir hi gayi. Poori tarah se thak gayi thi. Par mann nahi bhara tha. Shayad itne din ki tadap nikal rahi thi. Main unke honton pe kiss karne lagi. Unki chhati pe kiss karne lagi. Neeche jaane lagi.
“Kya kar rahi hai?” unhone pucha.
Main neeche gayi. Unka lund pakda. Cum se bhara hua tha. Apne munh mein daala. Chatne lagi. Chusne lagi.
“Aah… Priya… tu… tu sab jaanti hai…” unhone kaha, mere baalon mein haath daal ke.
Main unka lund chus rahi thi. Poora. Jeebh se chat rahi thi. Balls bhi chus rahi thi. Woh phir se hard ho gaya.
“Ab… ab tu peeth ke bal let ja… main tujhe phir se chodna chahta hoon… missionary mein,” unhone kaha.
Main let gayi. Taangein faila di. Woh mere upar aaye. Aur phir se andar daal diya. Is baat dheere se. Pyar se.
Woh mujhe chodne lage. Slow. Deep. Har dhakke mein poora andar. Meri clit rub ho rahi thi. Main moan kar rahi thi. “I love you Papa… I love you…”
“Main bhi tujhse pyaar karta hoon Priya… meri randi… meri jaan…” unhone kaha.
Hum dono pyaar se chod rahe the. Slow motion mein. 20 minute tak. Phir main jhad gayi. Chauthi baar.
Woh bhi jhad gaye. Phir se Meri chut mein hi.
Raat ke 3 baj chuke the. Hum dono thak chuke the. Par main phir bhi unke lund ko chhoo rahi thi. Woh phir se hard ho raha tha.
“Papa, aaj raat poori raat hai. Kal subah tak main aapki hoon. Jitni baar chahiye chodiye,” maine kaha.
Woh phir se mere upar aaye. Aur phir se chodne lage. Is baar side se. Spoon position mein. Peeche se andar daal ke. Meri chut hi ko pakad ke chod rahe the.
Hum dono aise hi chodte rahe. Raat bhar. Subah ke 5 baje tak. Meri chut poori lal ho gayi thi. Suj gayi thi. Par maza aa raha tha.
Jab subah hui, toh hum dono ek doosre se lipte hue the. Nange.
“Priya… yeh… yeh sab sapna toh nahi tha?” unhone pucha.
Maine unke honton pe kiss kiya. “Nahi Papa. Yeh sach tha. Aur yeh main hamesha chahti houn ho. Main ab aapki hoon. Hamesha.”
Woh muskura diye. “Main tujhe chodta rahunga. Roz. Har din. Jab bhi mauka milega.”
“Haan Papa. Main aapki randi hoon. Aap ko jab bhi time mile chodiye mujhe,” maine kaha.
Aur isi tarah… yeh silsila shuru hua. Gonda ke us chhote se ghar mein. Sasur aur bahu ke beech. Chupke se. Har raat. Har din jab bhi mauka milta.
Saas ko pata nahi chala. Shayad shak hua, par unhone kuch nahi kaha. Woh apni duniya mein thi. Aur hum… hum apni duniya mein. Pyaar mein. Sex mein. Passion mein.
Yeh chudai 8 mahine chali. 8 mahine tak main roz apne sasur se chudti. Kabhi kitchen mein, kabhi bathroom mein, kabhi meri room mein, kabhi unke room mein. Har jagah. Har tarah se.
Woh mujhe har position mein chodte. Main har cheez karti unke saath. Woh meri har fantasy poori karte. Main unki har fantasy poori karti.
Hum dono ek doosre ke liye jeete. Bas yahi zindagi thi meri. Unke lund ke liye. Unke pyaar ke liye.
Phir… phir ek din jaise meri chudai ko. Kisi ki najar lag gayi.
Ek din subah, woh khaan se laute. Thake hue the. Maine unke liye paani laaya. Unhone paani piya. Phir… achanak… unki aankhein badi badi ho gayi. Unhone apna seena pakda. Aur gir gaye.
Main chillaayi. Saas aayi. Padosi aaye. Hospital le jaya gaya. Par… par woh bach nahi sake. Heart attack tha. Unki death ho gayi.
Main royi. Bohot royi. Saas bhi royi. Mere pati bhi emergency chutti lekar aaye. Lekin mujhe lag raha tha. Jaise Sab khatam ho gaya ho.
Kuch dino baad dhere dhere sab normal ho gya. aur mere pati bhi ek din emergency chutti se chale gaye. Mujhe akele chhod kar.
Ab main akeli thi. Saas ke saath mein, par woh bhi thodi pagal si ho gayi thi shock se.
Kuch mahine beet gaye. Phir… phir mujhe woh feeling yaad aane lagi. Mere Neeche Aag lagne lagi. Main apne haath se try ki. Par maza nahi aaya. Main Rajesh se phone par sex ki. Par wo maza nahi aaya.
Mujhe lund chahiye tha. Asli lund. Mota. Kaala. Jaise Pratap ji ka tha. Par woh ab nahi rahe.
Main sochne lagi. Kya karoon? Kahan jaaoon? jisse main yeh kar sakti. Padosi? Nahi. Koi aur? Nahi. Main kya karoon. Aise sochti rahi.
Main confuse thi. Pareshan thi. Meri chut roj roj garam hoti. Main ungli karti. Par mann nahi bharta tha.
Ek din main soch rahi thi… kya main kisi anjan mard ko pta lun. Phir sochati agar kisi ko pta lag gya to bahoot badnami hogi. Ya phir… ya phir koi aur raasta? Mujhe kuch samaj nahi aa raha tha.
Main sochti rahi. Raat bhar. Din bhar. Meri chut garam rehti. Par shant karne ke liye koi nahi tha.
Ab… ab mujhe koi raasta dhoondhna padega. Koi aisa insaan jo mujhe woh de sake jo Pratap ji dete the. Woh passion. Woh pyaar. Woh chudai.
Kya woh insaan mil payega? Ya phir main aise hi tarasti reh jaaungi?
Yeh soch soch kar… main apne haath se phir se apna kaam karne lagi. Sapne mein Pratap ji ko dekh kar. Ki woh aayenge. Phir se mujhe chodenge.
Par sapna toh sapna hota hai. Aur reality… reality alag hoti hai.
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