Meera bartan dhoke rahi thi jab Rajan kitchen ke darwaze pe aa ke ruk gaya. Baarish abhi bhi zor se ho rahi thi. Uski lungi geeli thi, banyan seene se chipki hui. Meera ne aankhein neeche kar li. Teesre mahine se woh isi ghar mein thi — baap ki dukaan band, stepmother ne keh diya tha ghar mein jagah nahi, aur chacha ne chitthi likh kar bulwa liya tha. “Beti” kaha tha. Kaam wali ki tarah rakha tha.
“Chai bana,” Rajan ne kaha.
“Uncle, gyarah baj gaye.”
“Mujhe pata hai time.” Woh andar aa gaya. Meera ki nazar uske seene pe gayi, phir turant hat gayi. Uska kameez geela tha, bra ke outline saaf dikh rahe the. Salwar purani thi, kamar pe tight.
Usne chai banayi. Rajan ne cup nahi uthaya. Seedha uske paas aaya aur baal pakad ke gardan pe haath rakha.
“Teen mahine se dekh raha hoon tujhe,” usne dheere kaha. “Jhuk ke jhaadu lagati hai, kapde sukhati hai, yeh patla kapda pehen ke ghumti hai. Sochti hai main andha hoon?”
Meera ki saans ruk gayi. “Main aapki bhatiji hoon.”
“Haan, hai. Aur mere ghar mein rehti hai, mera khana khati hai, aur tere baap ke paas paise nahi hai tujhe shaadi ke liye bhejne ko. Kal subah bus ka kiraya de dunga Nagpur ke liye, agar jaana hai. Warna aaj raat mere kamre mein aayegi. Natak mat kar.”
Uska haath uski gardan pe tha, dabav nahi, sirf garam. Meera ne socha — stepmother, khali bus stand, koi jagah nahi. Aur yeh haath.
“Mainne kabhi…” uski awaaz toot gayi.
“Pata hai. Isliye wait kiya. Dhoke aa. Do baar nahi bulaunga.”
Woh chai leke chala gaya.
Meera ne aangan ke nal ke neeche naha liya. Thand ka paani. Koi doosra kapda nahi tha. Wahi geela kameez pehen ke seedhiyan chadi. Darwaza khula tha. Lamp jala tha. Rajan bistar ke kinare baitha tha, lungi dhili.
“Idhar aa.”
Woh uske ghutno ke beech khadi ho gayi. Rajan ne kameez ka daaman pakda aur upar khinch diya. Meera ne baahen cross kar li, chuchiyaan chhupane ke liye. Usne baahen neeche karwa di.
Nangi chuchiyaan lamp ki roshni mein thi — gol, bhuri, nipples tight aur gehre. Rajan ne ek haath se ek chuchi pakdi, angutha nipple pe ghumaya, phir muh mein le liya. Meera chillayi dheere se. Chusne ka khinchav seedha uski chut tak gaya. Doosri chuchi bhi waisi hi chusi, jab tak dono nipples geele aur khade na ho gaye.
Salwar ka nada khol diya. Kapda pairon mein gir gaya. Panty cotton thi, beech mein geeli. Usne panty bhi utaar di.
“Pair khol.”
Meera ne janghein kholi. Rajan ne do ungliyon se uski chut failayi. Andar se chipchipa pani nikal raha tha. Clit phooli hui thi. Ungli ne ched pe dabaya — tight, band.
“Kumari hai,” usne kaha. “Dard hoga. Phir nahi. Bistar pe let.”
Meera let gayi. Rajan ne banyan aur lungi utaari. Uska lund mota tha, lamba, supada geela, nasen saaf. Meera ne dekha aur aankhein band kar li.
“Dekh.”
Usne dekha. Rajan uski janghon ke beech aa gaya, lund ko uski chut ki daraar pe ragda. Supada clit pe laga, Meera ki kamar uchhli. Phir ched pe set kiya aur dhaka diya.
Dard tez tha. Meera ne uske bazoo pakad liye. “Uncle— dard—”
“Saans le.” Woh aadha andar ruk gaya. “Bol, tu yahin rahegi. Bol, tujhe pata hai yeh kya hai.”
Aankhon mein paani aa gaya. “Rahungi… pata hai.”
Usne aur dhaka diya. Kuch phata. Meera cheekh uthi. Garma garam khoon aur uska pani mila. Rajan poora andar ghus gaya, jadh tak, aur ruk gaya. Meera ki chut uske lund pe sikud rahi thi, dard aur bharav ek saath.
“Kitni tight hai,” usne kan mein kaha. “Baap ki beti, mere lund pe.”
Woh dheere hilne laga. Bahar, andar. Har stroke pe Meera ki chuchiyaan hilti thi. Dard kam hua. Andar ek garam khinchav shuru hui. Woh khud neeche se milne lagi, bina soche. Rajan ki raftaar badh gayi. Bistar deewar se takra raha tha. Geeli awaaz — thap, thap — kamre mein fail gayi.
“Chut khol apne chacha ke liye,” usne kaha, aur zor se pelne laga.
Meera ki saansein toot rahi thi. “Uncle… aur… wahan…”
Uski chut ne kas ke pakda. Woh jhad gayi, poori body kanp gayi, naakhoon uski peeth mein ghuste hue. Rajan ne uske jhadne ka fayda uthaya, aur tez pela, phir andar hi andar ruk gaya. Garam virya dharo mein uski bacchedaani tak chhuta. Meera ne mehsoos kiya, garam, bhara hua.
Woh uske upar leta raha, lund abhi bhi andar, dheela padta hua.
“Yahin soyegi,” usne kaha. “Subah kapde dhoyegi, chai banayegi. Raat ko yahin aayegi. Samjhi?”
Meera ne haan mein gardan hila di. Jhanghon ke beech virya aur khoon mila hua beh raha tha.
Agle din se woh raat ko upar aati. Rajan use ghutno pe bitha ke lund muh mein deta. Meera pehli baar sirf supada le payi, thook behne laga, aankhein bhar aayi. Usne baal pakad ke aur andar dhansa, gale tak, jab tak Meera ki saans na ruke. Phir chut mein pelta, aksar bina nikale, andar hi jhadta.
Ek raat usne use pet ke bal litaya, takiya kamar ke neeche, aur peeche se liya. Meera ki gaand upar thi, chut khuli hui, virya pichli raat ka abhi bhi andar. Rajan ne ek haath se uske baal pakde, doosre se gaand failayi, aur ek hi dhakke mein poora lund andar daal diya.
“Ahh— uncle, gehra—”
“Chup. Le.”
Woh peeche se pelta raha, balls uski clit se takraati hui. Meera ne chadar ko muh mein lekar cheekhein dabayi. Jab woh jhadi, Rajan ne uski gaand pe do thappad mare, laal nishan chhod diye, aur andar hi maal nikaal diya.
Do hafte baad Meera ki date late thi. Usne kitchen mein, chai dete waqt, kaha.
Rajan ne uski sari ke upar se pet pe haath rakha. “Toh ab tu yahin hai. Kahin nahi jaayegi. Mere bachche ki maa banke rehegi is ghar mein.”
Meera ne kuch nahi kaha. Bahar gali sookh chuki thi. Andar, raat ko, chacha apni bhatiji ki chut mein lund daal ke sota tha, aur subah wohi ladki uske kapde dhoke, chai banake, aankhein neeche karke darwaza kholti thi.
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