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AARTI. 32 saal. 5 foot 4 inch. Doodh jaisa rang, ghanere kaale baal jo kamar tak, aur aankhen aisi ki ek baar dekhe to aadmi apna naam bhool jaaye. Shastri Nagar, Kanpur ki galiyon mein log usse dekh kar ruk jaate the — kuch seedha dekhne ki himmat nahi karte the, kuch chori chori.
Nau saal pehle isi shehar mein uski love-marriage hui thi. Siddharth Sharma — tab ek chhota contractor, aaj shehar ke bade builderon mein ginti hoti hai. Tab Siddharth usse “jaan” bulata tha, uske liye gaadi se 40 kilometre door se gulab laata tha. Ab? Ab Aarti ghar par akeli, aur Siddharth dilli-Gurgaon ke tours par. Business badha to aadatein bhi badh gayin — daaru, taash, aur “client parties”.
Pati-patni ka sambandh bhi ab bas ek rasam reh gaya tha. Mahine mein do-teen baar, woh bhi jaldi-jaldi — jaise koi kaam nipata raha ho.
Aur Aarti? Aarti aaj bhi wahi thi. Saree ke pallu se suru, ghungat se khatam. Uski saheliyan kehti — “Aarti tu bewakoof hai, aadmi ko kabu mein rakhna seekh.” Par Aarti ka usool tha — “pati pati hota hai, chahe sookha ho chahe hara.”
Is saal bhi usne Karwa Chauth ka vrat rakha. Aur is saal bhi Siddharth ne subah phone kiya — “Aarti, bade tender ke liye Dilli jaana pad raha hai, kal shaam tak aa jaunga.” Aarti ke “hmm” mein jo thakan thi, woh Siddharth sun nahi paaya.
Ghar mein do hi jaan theen — Aarti, aur Siddharth ka chhota bhai Aman. 21 saal, BSc final, competition ki taiyari karta hai. Devar tha, par Siddharth ki tarah nahi — Aman seedha, shareef, par aankhen bahut bolti theen. Jab bhi Aarti jhuk kar chai rakhti, Aman ki nazar uski kamar ke khinchav par tik jaati. Bhabhi ko dekhna uski aadat thi… bas confess karna baaki tha.
Subah sargi ke baad Aarti ne phir se vrat ka sankalp liya. Din bhar kuch nahi khaaya. Shaam ko woh dulhan ki tarah saji — laal resham ki saree, jisme uska gora rang aur bhara hua jism aur bhi ubhar kar aata tha. Chunri, chooda, paayal, mehndi se rangi hatheliyan, maang mein sindoor, gale mein mangalsutra, nath, jhumke. Aaine ke saamne khadi Aarti ko dekh kar Aman ki saans atak gayi.
“Bhabhi… aaj to aap lagta hai seedha Swarg se utri hain.”
Aarti sharm kar muskurai. “Bas kar, aage se chand khilane jaana hai.”
Chand aasman par nahi tha — aur pati bhi. To Ashok Seth ka phone aaya. Ashok, Siddharth ka business partner, 47 saal, tez chalne wala aadmi. Uske ghar par aaj unke “gang” ka Karwa Chauth milan tha — Ashok, Devendra aur Kamal, teeno apni biwiyon ke saath. Aur Ashok ne adaab se keh diya:
“Bhabhi, Siddharth to Dilli hai. Aap akele chand khilayengi kya? Aap humare saath vrat kholiye, humari biwiyan to aapko miss kar rahi hain.”
Aarti ne mann mein socha — sahi keh raha hai. Akeli ghar mein chand kya khilana.
Aman ne use scooter par chhoda Ashok ke bungalow ke gate par. Andar jaate waqt Aarti ne palat kar dekha to Aman ki nazar uski kamar par thi. Woh muskurai — par kuch kaha nahi. KarwaChauth Ki raat Bhabhi Bani randi
Ashok ke ghar ke aangan mein chowk sajaya gaya tha. Mitti ki thali, tulsi, diya, chhanni. Teen auraten — Rekha (Ashok ki biwi), Sunita (Dev ki), aur Poonam (Kamal ki) — sab Karwa Chauth ki katha sun rahi theen. Aarti ko dekh kar teeno ki nazar ek pal ruk gayi. Rekha ne mann hi mann socha — “Aaj Rajeev… matlab Ashok ki nazar isse hatne wali nahi hai.”
Katha suni gayi, arti hui, aur tabhi chaand nikal aaya. Chhanni se dekh kar sabne pati ka chehra dekha… par Aarti ne kis ka chehra dekha? Uski aankhon ke saamne to sirf sannata tha. Usne mann hi mann chand se kaha — “Hey chaand, mera suhaag abhi tak salamat hai na?”
Chand, jaise jawaab mein, thoda aur tez chamka.
Vrat khola gaya. Rekha ne sabko doodh pilaya — Aarti ke gilaas mein thoda sa “khaas” mila diya. “Bhabhi, thak gayi hogi, peene ke baad fresh lagegi.” Aarti ne poora gilaas kheench liya. Doodh mein jo tha, woh garam tha… aur Aarti ke andar jo sulag raha tha, woh nau saal ka tha.
Tabhi bahar gaadiyon ke darwaze khudne ki awaaz aayi. Teen mard — Ashok, Devendra, Kamal — andar aaye, haath mein sharaab ke glass, chehron par woh muskan jo sirf biwiyon ki nazar pakadti hai.
Aur Rekha ne dheere se Aarti ke kaan mein kaha:
“Bhabhi… aaj aapka pati Dilli mein hai. Aur humari rasam hai — jo saheli Karwa Chauth par akele ho, use hum apne patiyon ke saath ‘vrat kholne’ dete hain.”
PEHLA — ASHOK.
Raat 11 baj rahi thi. Baaki biwiyan Poonam aur Sunita ko le kar “doosre kamre mein TV dekhne” chali gayin. Aur aangan mein sirf Aarti aur Ashok reh gaye.
“Bhabhi, sach bataiye… jab chand khila rahi thi, to kiske liye khila rahi thi? Pati ke liye… ya apni khwahish ke liye?”
Aarti ne nazrein neechi kar li. Ashok aage badha. Usne Aarti ki hatheli par mehndi par ungli pheri — halka halka. Phir kalai par. Phir woh uski kamar tak pahunch gaya aur dheere se kheench kar apne se chipka liya. Aarti ki bhara hua seene uske chauras chest par dab gaya.
“Chhodiye na…” Aarti ne halka virodh kiya.
“Kaise chhod doon? Aapki saans se mehak aa rahi hai, aur aap ‘chhodo’ bol rahi ho.”
Ashok ne uska ghungat sarakaya. Sindoor ke neeche woh maatha, woh aankhen… Ashok ke andar 4 saal ka jama hua josh phat gaya. Usne Aarti ke hothon ko apne hothon mein bhar liya. Aarti ne pehle halka sa hila hila kar virodh kiya — par Ashok ki jeebh jab uske hothon ko chakor chakor kar choosne lagi, to Aarti ki aankhein khud band ho gayin.
Phir aaya woh lamha jab Ashok ne uska blouse ka hook khola. Laal blouse khula to uske andar ki safed bra mein bade, gole, kadak seene chhalke. Ashok ne bra ke upar se hi muh lagaya — kapde mein se bhi unka nukilaapan mehsoos hua. Usne bra bhi utaar di. Aarti ne sharam se haath se seene chhupane chahe, par Ashok ne kalaiyan pakad kar peechhe kar di aur dono stano par muh ragar ke… ek ko chusne laga, doosre ko haath se masalne.
“Aaaaaah… dheere… please…” Aarti ki aankh bhar aayi — yeh pehli baar tha ki pati ke alawa kisi aur ka muh uske jism par tha.
Phir Ashok ne uski laal saree ki kuchh khol di. Saree pairon mein dher ho gayi. Petticoat ka naada khula. Aur Aarti, sirf bra aur panty mein, uske saamne khadi thi — chaand ki roshni mein, jhoomar ki roshni mein, kisi khazane ki tarah.
Ashok ghutno par baith gaya, Aarti ki jaanghon par muh ragar ke, uski paayal chhoo ke, aur uski jhaantdar choot par apna muh de diya.
“Bhabhi… yeh choot to kunwari si tight hai. Aapke pati to isse kabhi theek se choda hi nahi.”
Aarti ke hoth kaanp gaye. Sachch bol raha tha.
Woh doodh mein jo milaya gaya tha, uska nasha ab uski rag-rag mein tha. Jab Ashok ne apna 10 inch lamba aur mota lund nikaala, Aarti ki aankhein fail gayin. Ashok ne uska ek pair utha kar kandhe par rakha, choot kholi, aur lund ka sikka choot par rakh kar dheere se dabaya…
“Aaaaaaahhhhh… ruk jao, bahut mota hai…”
“Bhabhi, sabhi choot lund ke liye hi bani hoti hai. Aur aapki to randi banna chahti hai, bas naam nahi leti.”
Ek zor ka jhatka. Lund ka aadha hissa andar. Aarti ki cheekh. Doosra jhatka. Poora lund jad tak andar — choot rubber ki ring ki tarah uske lund par fit. Aarti ke aankhon se aansu, hothon se cheekh, aur jism se hichkiyan. KarwaChauth Ki raat Bhabhi Bani randi
Us raat Ashok ne Aarti ko kamre ki kursi par, deewar par, aur aakhir mein palang par — teen-tin baar naye-naye aasan mein choda. Aarti ki paayal ki jhankaar, choodon ki khanak, aur Ashok ki “fach fach” ki awaaz se aangan goonjta raha. Pehli baar jab Ashok apna veerya andar chhoda, Aarti ka jism jhurjhuri se bhar gaya — nau saal mein pehli baar kisi ne use poori tarah se bhara tha.
DOOSRA — DEVENDRA.
Aadhi raat. Aarti soch rahi thi bas ho gaya. Tabhi devwaze par dastak. Andar Devendra — 52 saal, badi haybad, moti seene wala aadmi, jo apne mote lund ke liye mashhoor tha.
“Bhabhi, meri baari bhi hai.”
Aarti ki haalat dekh kar Devendra hasa. “Ashok ne bhabhi ko thoda hi choda. Abhi to asli khiladi aaya hai.”
Is baar Aarti ne virodh nahi kiya. Usne khud kapde utaare. Devendra ne use palang par litaya, taangein chaudi kar ke, aur apna mota lund dheere se andar daala. Aarti ki choot abhi bhi sooji hui thi — Devendra ka lund pehle se bada tha.
“Aaaaaaaaaaahhh… nahi… bahut bada hai…”
“Bhabhi, aaj to aapko do lund lene ki aadat daalni padegi. Karwa Chauth ka vrat ka phal yeh hi hai.”
Devendra ne Aarti ki dono taangein kandhon par utha li aur ghodi ki tarah chodne laga. Har dhakke par Aarti ka poora jism palang par sarakta. Uske bade seene jhatkon se uchhalte. Devendra ne aage jhuk kar uske stano ko muh se pakad liya — bhookhe kutton ki tarah. Aarti is baar chup nahi rahi. Woh moan karne lagi, hichkiyan lene lagi…
“Aaaah… bas… nahi… aur… yes… aur…”
Aadhe ghante tak Devendra ne use pelta raha. Aur jab woh apna veerya daal kar utara, Aarti behosh si palang par padi thi — choot sooji hui, jaanghon par veerya aur pasine ke nishaan, sindoor maathe par bikhra hua.
KarwaChauth Ki Raat Bhabhi Bani Randi :- TEESRA — KAMAL.
Aarti ko laga ab to bas. Tabhi kamre ka darwaza khula aur Kamal andar aaya — 43 saal, doctor, fit body, tez aur chust. Usne Aarti ki sooji hui choot dekhi, phir apna 8 inch seedha khada lund.
“Bhabhi, thak gayi? Ek aur baaki hai. Aur yeh wala aapko bilkul aaram dega.”
Is baar Aarti ki choot itni geeli aur chaudi thi ki Kamal ka lund aasani se andar chala gaya — par aaram ke bajaye usne raftaar badha di. Aarti ab tak poori tarah khol chuki thi. Woh khud apni kamar utha kar Kamal ko mil rahi thi. Aur Kamal ka lund jab andar jaata, to Aarti ki choodiyan khanakti.
“Bhabhi… aap to asli randi nikli. Karwa Chauth ki raat mein aapke teen pati the, aur aap ne teeno ko jhel liya.”
Kamal ne Aarti ko ulta kar diya, ghodi bana di, aur peeche se choda. Aarti ki gol pichhwadi Kamal ke jhatkon se hilti, uski paayal bajti, aur uske muh se “aaah… aahh… chodo… jam ke chodo” nikalta.
CHAUTHA — AUR WOH JO KISI NE NAHI SOCHA THA.
Raat ke 3 baj gaye the. Aarti poori tarah tooti hui, phooli hui choot ke saath, chaadar odhe palang par padi thi. Tabhi bahar se kisi ne ghanti bajayi.
Siddharth ka phone aaya tha — “Aarti, Dilli se nikal aaya hoon, subah tak pahunch jaunga, tu Ashok ke ghar hi ruk jaana.”
Aur Ashok ne “aapko chhodne” ke liye Aman ko bheja tha.
Aman andar aaya. Aangan mein jhoomar ki halki roshni. Aarti chaadar odhe palang par. Aman ki nazar uske khule baalon, uske bikhre sindoor, uski laal saree par padi. KarwaChauth Ki raat Bhabhi Bani randi
“Bhabhi… aap thak gayi lagti hain. Chal…”
Aarti uthi. Aur uthi to uska jism uske saath nahi utha. Kamre ke darwaze par usne Aman ko dekha — 21 saal ka jawan, seedha, par aankhon mein woh bhookh jo Aarti pehle sirf mehsoos karti thi.
Aarti ne poocha, “Aman, tu bhi…?”
Aman ka muh khul gaya. Usne dheere se kaha, “Bhabhi, main 3 saal se aapko… bas aapko dekhta hoon.”
Aarti ke andar kuch aur toot gaya. Is raat, us raat, kisi ne use ‘pati’ ke roop mein nahi, bas ‘aurat’ ke roop mein chaha tha. Aur ab uska devar, uska apna, usse yeh keh raha tha.
Aarti ne chaadar kholee. Aman ke saamne woh khadi thi — poori tarah bhari hui, poori tarah kholi hui. Aur Aman, jo ab tak sirf dekhta tha, aaj chhoo bhi gaya.
Is baar koi jaldi nahi thi. Is baar koi katha nahi thi. Is baar do jawaan jism, ek raat ki thakaan, aur ek 3 saal ka jama hua pyaar tha. Aman ne Aarti ko dheere dheere apne naam kiya — uske hothon se shuru, uske seenon tak, aur phir neeche… Woh Aarti ki choot par muh ragar kar ro padi.
“Bhabhi, yeh choot… is par koi amrit laga hua hai.”
Aur phir jab Aman uske upar aaya, Aarti ne khud uski kalaiyan pakad kar apne seene par rakh li. Us raat Aarti ko laga — yeh suhaag hai. Yeh woh hai jo nau saal se nahi mila tha.
SUBAH.
Dopahar tak Aarti so gayi. Shaam ko jab woh ghar wapas aayi, Siddharth bhi aa gaya tha. Usne Aarti ko dekh kar kaha, “Shakal se to lagti hai 3 din ki thakaan hai.”
Aarti muskurai — aur ek jhooth aur ek sach dono ek saath bhool gayi.
Par asli twist raat ko hua. Siddharth ne sote hue Aarti ko apni taraf khincha. Usne uske kaan mein kaha:
“Aarti… sach batao, aaj vrat kholte waqt kiska chehra dekha tha? Mera, ya apna?”
Aarti ki aankhein khul gayin. Usne nazrein chura li.
Siddharth hansa. “Ashok ne mujhe sab bataya. Par Aarti… main pehle se jaanta tha. Aur is saal… Dilli ke tender mein jo chhota sa panga tha, woh bhi aaj hi set hua.”
Aarti ne puchha, “Matlab… tumne hi…?”
Siddharth ne uske maathe par kiss kiya. *”Aarti, tum gharelu ho. Tumhare liye ghar, mandir, chand… sab theek hai. Par tumhare jism ko bhookh hai, aur woh mujhse poori nahi hoti. Aaj raat se, humare ghar mein ek naya usool hoga — jab main tour par hoon, tum kisi ki bhi ‘bhabhi’ nahi, tum bas Aarti ho.”
Aarti ki aankhen bhar aayi. Usne Siddharth ke seene par sir rakha. Aur us raat, pehli baar, Siddharth ne apni biwi ko poori raat choda — jaise use kisi ne bataya ho ki is jism mein kitna sukh bhara pada hai.
Aur us Karwa Chauth ke baad, Shastri Nagar mein ek baat mashhoor ho gayi —
“Siddharth ki biwi ki choot par teen aadmiyon ke haath ka nishaan hai, aur ek devar ke pyaar ka…”
Kaun jaane, agla Karwa Chauth kiski baari thi. agla part mein isme pin karuga jisse apko pata chlega ek randi kitno ko randi bana sakti hai
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