Raat ke do baje factory floor pe sirf machines ki ghun-ghun aur tube-light ki peeli roshni thi. Steel plant ke night shift mein engineer Arjun apna helmet utaar ke control room ki railing pe khada tha, haath mein chai ka plastic cup. Neeche molten metal ki laal dhaar beh rahi thi. Usi waqt glass cabin se woh aurat nikli.
Savita Rao. Plant ki majority stakeholder, Rao Steel ki malik. Delhi ke circles mein log unhe “Ice Queen” kehte the. White silk blouse, black pencil skirt, heels jo floor pe click karti thi jaise order de rahi ho. Umar koi bees-chaalees ke beech, lekin chehra itna controlled ki umar pakad mein nahi aati thi. Baal tight bun mein, lipstick dark, aankhein usi rang ki jo Arjun ki thi — ek aankh thodi gehri brown, doosri mein halka amber fleck. Log isko coincidence maante the.
“Shift report,” usne kaha, bina namaste ke.
Arjun ne file di. Ungliyon ka sparsh hua. Uski ungli thandi thi, uski garam. Woh palat ke chali gayi. Skirt ke neeche hips ka curve itna tight tha ki Arjun ne nazar hata li, phir wapas le aayi.
Do hafte baad usne usse apne cabin bulaya. “Tumhari welding line pe rejection kam hai. Bonus milega. Aur… raat ko mere ghar aa jao. Private audit. Koi nahi jaanne wala.”
Ghar South Delhi ka tha, bungalow, guard ne gate khola aur seedha andar bhej diya. Living room mein whisky already pour thi. Savita ne blazer utaar diya. Blouse ke buttons aadhe khule the. “Tum engineer ho, machines samajhte ho. Main bhi ek machine hoon jo kabhi band nahi hoti. Aaj band karo.”
Arjun ne glass rakha. “Madam—”
“Savita. Yahan madam mat bolo.”
Usne uska haath pakda aur apni chhaati pe rakha. Silk ke neeche bra ka lace aur uske neeche bhari, garam maans. “Chooso. Main keh rahi hoon.”
Arjun ne blouse ke buttons khole. Bra ka hook peeche se khula. Doodh-jaisi safed skin, nipples already sakht, dark brown. Usne ek ko munh mein liya. Savita ne sisak maari, sir uske baalon mein ghusa diya. “Aur zor se. Doodh nahi hai ab, lekin chooso jaise hai. Main chahti hoon mera beta… nahi, mera worker, mera raat ka aadmi, yahi kare.”
Lafz “beta” uske munh se nikal ke wapas chala gaya. Arjun ne doosra nipple chusa, daanton se halka kaata. Savita ne skirt upar kiya. Koi panty nahi thi. Choot pehle se geeli thi, clit phooli hui. Arjun ne ghutne pe baith ke jeebh lagayi. Namkeen-meetha taste, uski thighs kaanp rahi thi.
“Andar aa,” usne kaha.
Bedroom mein king-size bed. Arjun ne jeans utaari. Lund pehle se khada, mota, nasein ubhri hui. Savita ne usse dekha, aankhein badi. “Itna bada? Factory ke engineer ke paas itna…” Usne haath se pakda, upar-neeche, phir munh mein le liya. Garam, geeli jeebh, gaal andar kheench ke. Arjun ne uske baal pakde, dheere dheere throat tak. Savita ne gag kiya phir aur gehra liya, thook nikal ke lund pe laga.
“Maa…” Arjun ke munh se nikal gaya, mazaak mein, lekin lafz atak gaya.
Savita ne lund munh se nikala, aankhon mein kuch ajeeb. “Phir bolo.”
“Maa.”
Usne usse bed pe gira diya, upar chadhi, lund ko apni choot pe set kiya aur ek jhatke mein baith gayi. Tight, garam, geeli. “Haan. Maa. Aaj raat main teri maa hoon. Chod. Zor se.”
Arjun ne kamar pakdi aur neeche se dhakke maare. Har dhakke pe uske bade stan hilte, nipples uske seene se ragadte. Woh cheekh rahi thi, “Haan beta, aur andar, meri choot phaad de, papa nahi hai, ab yeh teri hai.”
Baahar Delhi ki raat mein horn baj rahe the. Andar bed ki headboard diwar pe lag rahi thi. Savita ne uska chehra apne stan mein daba diya. “Pee le. Jo bhi nikal raha hai, pee le.” Halki meethi liquid, stress milk jaisa, uske munh mein. Arjun ne chusa jab tak woh kaanp ke jhad nahi gayi, choot uske lund pe sikudti hui.
Usne usse palta, doggy mein, gaand upar. Arjun ne peeche se ghusa diya, poora. Savita ne takiya kaat liya. “Breeding. Andar jhad. Main chahti hoon. Koi condom nahi. Meri kokh bhar de.”
Arjun ne tez dhakke maare, balls uski clit pe lagte, phir andar gehrai tak jhad gaya. Garam veerya uski choot mein. Savita ne peeche haath daal ke uski jaangh pakdi taaki ek boond bhi bahar na nikle.
Subah woh chali gayi meeting ke liye jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Arjun factory laut aaya, helmet pe, lekin uski jeebh pe ab bhi uska taste tha.
Doosri raat usne phir bulaya. Is baar lingerie pehle se pehni thi — black lace, cups itne chhote ki stan bahar aa rahe the. “Dekh. Executive by day, teri randi by night.” Usne uska lund haath se hilaya, slow, phir fast, jab tak precum na tapakne laga, phir apni choot pe laga ke andar le liya. “Papa America mein deal pe hai. Mahine bhar. Ghar ab tera. Maa ab teri.”
Arjun ne usse godi mein uthaya, diwar se lagaya, standing mein choda. Savita ne taangein uski kamar pe lapet li. “Maa ki chudai… bol.”
“Maa ki chudai kar raha hoon.”
“Haan. Oui maa. Lund choos.”
Usne neeche utara, ghutne pe, lund munh mein liya jab tak Arjun uske gale mein jhad nahi gaya. Usne nigal liya, phir apni ungli se jo thoda bahar aaya woh bhi chaat liya.
Teesri hafte medical camp laga plant mein. Blood donation drive. Savita bhi aayi photo-op ke liye. Lab technician ne casually kaha, “Aapka blood group aur is engineer ka rare subtype match karta hai. Family trait jaisa. Amber eye fleck bhi same genetic marker se aata hai kabhi-kabhi.”
Savita ka chehra safed ho gaya. Usne file mangwayi. Sealed adoption records jo usne bees saal pehle court se nikaale the, career ke liye, jab woh chhoti thi aur ek relationship se pregnant ho gayi thi jo uske baap ne chhupa diya. Biological son. Naam badla hua. Arjun.
Us raat usne usse bulaya nahi. Arjun khud pahunch gaya. Gate pe guard ne rokna chaha, Savita ne andar bula liya.
Woh living room mein baithi thi, adoption file khuli, haath kaanp rahe the. “Tu mera beta hai.”
Arjun ne file padhi. Photo. Hospital record. Uski aankhein. Uska fleck.
Kamre mein sannata. Phir Savita ne whisky khatam ki, uthi, uske paas aayi, uska shirt phaad diya. “Ab pata chal gaya. Phir bhi.” Usne apna blouse utaara. Stan uske munh mein ghusa diye. “Pee. Apni maa ka doodh pee. Jo crime hai woh pehle ho chuka. Ab yeh bhi.”
Arjun ne mana karna chaha. Lund pehle se khada tha. Usne chusa. Savita ne usse bed pe le gayi, choot uske lund pe ragdi. “Papa ko pata chalega toh company khatam. Police. Scandal. Isliye yeh raaz yahin. Aur tu andar jhad. Breeding. Apni maa ko pregnant kar. Koi nahi jaanega baap kaun.”
Usne usse chodna shuru kiya. Dheere nahi. Zor se. Har dhakka ek confession. “Maa.” “Haan beta.” “Teri choot.” “Teri hai.” Veerya phir andar. Savita ne uska chehra pakad ke kiss kiya, thook aur cum ka taste mila hua.
Subah plant mein ek worker ne dekha Savita ki gaadi Arjun ke quarter ke bahar. Usne photo li. Blackmail shuru hua. Savita ne us worker ko transfer kar diya Bastar ke ek band unit mein. Wahan accident hua. File mein “machine fault.” Arjun ne report sign ki. Donon jaante the yeh jhooth hai.
Raat ko Savita ne usse phir bulaya. “Crime ho gaya. Ab hum saath hain.” Usne usse spank karne ko kaha — apni gaand pe. Arjun ne thappad maare, laal nishan, phir peeche se choda jab tak woh royi nahi, maza aur gunaah ek saath.
“Papa mom ab meri hai,” Arjun ne uske kaan mein kaha.
“Haan,” Savita ne kaha, choot uske veerya se bhari, “ab teri hai. Koi court, koi mandir, koi Delhi isko nahi badlega.”
Bahar siren baj raha tha kisi aur shift ka. Andar maa-beta ka bed ab bhi hil raha tha.
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