Maine kbhi Nhi Socha tha Diwali Vali Raat mujhe bomb ki jagha meri pataka Bhabhi ko chudane ki mill sakti hai uski chudai ka Har lamha mujhe yaad hai par joh chudai ka mja diwali ki raat aaya tha mein usko shabdo mein byan nhi kar sakta aur voh mja aap padiye. Diwali Vali Raat Bhabhi Ki Chudai
Mera naam Rohit hai, umar chhabbis saal. Kaam ke silsile mein main pichle teen saal se Pune mein tha, ek IT company mein. Ghar — Ratanpur, Bhopal se kuch sau kilometer door, ek chhota sa kasba. Wahan se aane ka mann toh kabhi nahi karta tha, par Diwali thi. Aur Mummy ki call thi.
“Rohit, is baar aa ja. Papa bol rahe hain, poora ghar ek saath hoga. Bhaiya bhi aa rahe hain… aur Naina bhabhi bhi.”
Aakhri line pe Mummy ne ajeeb sa zor diya tha. Jaise koi signal de rahi ho. Par maine us waqt zyada nahi socha.
Train se utra toh Ratanpur station wahi purana gandha, wahi bheed. Papa ka driver Raju gaadi lekar aaya tha. Raaste bhar main khidki se bahar dekhta raha — wahi dukaan, wahi mandir, wahi nadi. Tees saal se ye kasba badla nahi. Aur humara ghar… wahi kothi, teen manzil, ek bada sehan, aur peechhe aangan mein tulsi ka chaura.
Ghar ke darwaze pe khadi thi Mummy — safed saree, choti si muskaan, aankhon mein Diwali ki roshni se zyada kisi aur cheez ki chamak.
“Aa gaya,” boli, aur gale laga li. “Bahut dubla ho gaya hai tu.”
“Kaam ka stress hai Mummy.”
“Stress kaam ka hai ya akelaapan ka, ye main jaanti hoon.”
Andar aaya toh sehan mein hi Papa baithe the, kursi pe, kaagazon ke dher ke saath. Unka business bada tha — do JCB, gyarah truck, sau bigha zameen. Par unka dil utna bada nahi tha. Papa ne sirf sar hilaya, poocha, “Kaam kaisa chal raha hai?” aur wapas kaagazon mein kho gaye.
Phir bhaiya aaye — Vikas bhaiya, battis saal, mera se aath saal bada. Fit, smart, achhe kapde. Business sambhalte the. Hum dono ne haath milaya, formal sa. Bhaiya kabhi zyada baat nahi karte the.
Aur unke peeche… Naina bhabhi.
Maine unko aakhri baar do saal pehle bhaiya ki shaadi mein dekha tha. Tab wo dulhan thi — laal jode mein, sharmili. Ab wo ek shaadi-shuda aurat thi, jiska chehra thoda utra hua tha, aankhon mein ek khamoshi thi jo dulhan ki aankhon mein nahi hoti.
Par bhagwan kasam, khoobsurti kam nahi hui thi. Ulta badhi thi. Unchi kamar, bharpoor seene, gaand pe salwar ka gehra panno, aur chehre pe wahi bhola sa nath. Unhone mujhe dekha, aur halka sa muskurai.
“Rohit bhaiya aa gaye. Aapke liye mithai bana rakhi hai.”
Bas itna bola. Par us “bhaiya” mein ek ajeeb si maithili thi.
Raat ko khane ke baad sab apne kamron mein chale gaye. Main apne purane kamre mein tha, chhat se pankha ghoom raha tha, aur main soch raha tha — ghar mein sab kuch wahi hai, par ek kuch badla hua hai. Kuch toh hai jo hawa mein latak raha hai.
Us raat neend aayi toh so gaya. Subah pata chala — kyun Mummy ne phone pe itna zor diya tha.
Chapter 2 — Bhaiya Ka Raaz
Subah main chai peene ke liye neeche gaya. Samay tha 6 baje. Ghar mein sab so rahe the, sirf aangan se aawaz aa rahi thi.
Naina bhabhi jhaadu kar rahi thi. Unhone ek simple cotton kurti pehni thi, aur baal ek dheeli choti mein. Pasine ki ek boond unki gardan se neeche beh rahi thi, aur main bas usko dekh raha tha. Diwali Vali Raat Bhabhi Ki Chudai
“Uth gaye aap?” bina dekhe boli.
“Chai banayi?”
“Banane wali hoon. Baitho.”
Main charpai pe baitha. Wo chulha pe chai chadhane lagi. Mera dimaag ghoom raha tha — bhaiya kahan hai? Unka kamra alag tha, aur maine dekha ki Naina bhabhi us kamre mein nahi so rahi thi. Wo apne alag kamre mein thi, jo pehle guest room tha.
Ye baat toh bhaiya ki shaadi ke ek saal baad hi pata chali thi, par maine usko itna seriously nahi liya tha.
“Bhabhi,” bola main, “bhaiya kaise hain? Kaam bahut hai unke paas?”
Wo chai chhanni mein daalti rahi. “Haan. Bahut.”
“Toh… aap dono kam milte ho?”
Wo ruk gayi. Phir mudi, aur mujhe ghoora. “Rohit, tu seedha bol na. Puchhna kya hai?”
Maine himmat karke pucha. “Aap dono saath nahi rehte… alag kamre mein kyun?”
Naina ne chai ka cup mere saamne rakh diya. Wo bhi ek stool pe baith gayi, dono haath se cup pakad ke. Aur phir usne ek lambi saans bhari.
“Pata hai Rohit… shaadi ke baad pehle mahine bhi bhaiya ne mujhe nahi chhua. Main sochti rahi, time lagega. Do mahine, teen mahine… saal ho gaya. Ek raat maine himmat karke poocha, ‘Vikas, kya problem hai?'”
“Phir?”
“Wo bola — ‘Naina, problem tum mein nahi hai. Problem mere andar hai.’ Aur phir usne bataya…”
Wo chup ho gayi. Cup se bhaap uthati rahi.
“Kya bataya bhabhi?” maine poocha, andar se kaanpta hua.
“Ki wo auraton se attracted nahi hai. Uska… interest mardon mein hai.”
Mere haath se chai ka cup kaanp gaya. “Matlab bhaiya gay hain?”
Naina halka sa hansi. “Haan. Ye shabd sune hue kitne saal ho gaye, aaj pehli baar kisi ne yahan bola.”
“Par phir shaadi kyun ki? Aapko bataya kyun nahi pehle?”
“Ghar ki izzat. Papa ko beta chahiye tha jo ghar ka naam badhaye. Aur mujhe — ek chhat, ek izzat, ek khaali jism. Yeh deal thi, Rohit. Deal.”
Usne chai khatam ki, cup sink mein rakha, aur uth gayi.
“Aur bhaiya… kisi aur ke saath hain?” maine poocha.
Wo mudi, aur uski aankhon mein kuch tha jo main samajh gaya. “Tumne bhaiya ke ‘business partner’ Sunny ko dekha hai? Jo pichhle mahine yahan aaya tha?”
“Aa… wo jo raat bhar bhaiya ke kamre mein ruka tha?”
“Haan. Wo raat bhar wahi ruka tha. Aur subah bhi. Bas.”
Naina phir kaam mein lag gayi. Par us din ke baad se mere dimaag mein ek picture ban gayi — ek ghar, jisme bhaiya apne partner ke saath khush hai, aur bhabhi apne khaali kamre mein akeli leti hai, aur saalon se apne hi jism ko chhoo rahi hai.
Aur main… main bhaiya ka chhota bhai, usi ghar mein aa gaya tha.
Chapter 3 — Bhabhi Ki Akeli Raatein
Us din ke baad se Naina bhabhi aur mere beech ek ajeeb si deewar toot gayi. Ab hum aankhon se baat karne lage the.
Subah jab wo jhaadu karti, toh main chai banata. Wo kapde dhone jaati toh main tanki bharta. Chhoti chhoti cheezein — par ek ek karke hum ek dusre ke andar utarte gaye.
Ek raat ki baat hai. Diwali se teen din pehle. Ghar ke sab log ek rishtedaar ke yahan gaye the, main aur bhabhi ghar pe the. Raat ho gayi thi, bijli chali gayi thi. Hum dono chhat pe baithe the, taaron ke neeche, ek lantern ke saath.
Naina bhabhi ne ek chaadar lapeti hui thi. Main paas baithe tha.
“Rohit, tujhe pata hai mera sabse bada dukh kya hai?” usne achanak bola.
“Kya, bhabhi?”
“Ye nahi ki bhaiya gay hai. Ye nahi ki humara sex nahi hota. Sabse bada dukh ye hai ki… main aurat hoon, aur koi mujhe aurat maan hi nahi raha. Sab sochte hain Naina theek hai, Naina khush hai. Kisi ne kabhi pucha nahi — Naina, tumhe chudai chahiye ya nahi?”
Usne ye baat aise boli jaise koi puraane zameen mein kudaal maari ho. Aur wahan se garam paani nikal aaya.
“Mujhe chahiye,” usne phir dhime se kaha, jaise khud se. “Bahut chahiye, Rohit. Raat ko jab leti hoon, apni chuchiyan daba ke sochti hoon — koi hota jo choota. Koi hota jo andar tak jaata. Par koi nahi. Bas… ye khaali kambal.”
Maine uski taraf dekha. Lantern ki roshni mein uska chehra aise chamak raha tha jaise mitti ke andar chhipa hua sona. Uske honth bheege the. Uski saans bhaari thi. Diwali Vali Raat Bhabhi Ki Chudai
“Bhabhi,” maine kaha, “wo chhota sa kambal ka kona jo aap dabate ho na… ek din wo poori tarah bharega.”
Wo mudi, meri aankhon mein dekhi, aur halka sa muskurai. “Kab?”
“Jab waqt aayega.”
Wo phir hasi. “Waqt… waqt bada dhokebaaz hota hai, Rohit. Tu jaanta hai kitne saal ho gaye? Saat saal ho gaye. Saat saal se ek aurat ka jism khaali pada hai. Aur mera jism jawaan hai, Rohit. Wo chilla raha hai.”
Usne apni kalai uthayi, apni baahon ko dekha. “Chilla raha hai, aur koi sun nahi raha.”
Us raat hum chhat pe der tak baithe rahe. Kuch nahi hua. Koi haath nahi pakda, koi chumma nahi hua. Bas baatein. Par us raat ke baad hum dono jaante the ki kuch toh hone wala hai. Kuch toh zaroor.
Diwali do din door thi.
Chapter 4 — Diwali Ki Tayyari
Agle din se ghar mein Diwali ki tayyari shuru ho gayi.
Mummy ne Naina bhabhi ko poora kaam saunp diya — rangoli, diye, mithai, puja ki thali. Aur bhabhi ne poore mann se kiya. Jaise is Diwali se usko kuch chahiye ho.
Usne ghar ke darwaze pe rangoli banayi — laal, peela, hara, aise sundar jaise koi painting ho. Maine paas baith ke unki ungliyan dekhi, jo safed rang ki lakeerein kheench rahi thi, aur socha — ye haath, ye haath kisi ka toh ho.
“Kuch kaam kar rahe ho ya bas dekh rahe ho?” usne bina dekhe pucha.
“Bhabhi, aapke haath mein jaadu hai.”
Wo ruk gayi. “Kaise?”
“Maine aapko rangoli banate dekha. Bas. Kuch cheezein dekhne ke liye hi hoti hain.”
Wo sharmayi. Us shaam Naina bhabhi ne pehli baar mere liye ek alag si baat boli. “Rohit, kal Diwali hai. Puja ke baad… sab so jayenge. Tu chhat pe aa jana.”
“Kyun bhabhi?”
“Bas. Ek baat karni hai.”
Uss raat main sochta raha. Kal Diwali hai.
Chapter 5 — Puja Aur Pehla Chumma
Diwali ki shaam. Ghar bhar mein roshni. Diye, ladiyan, mithai ki khushbu. Mummy ne puja ki thali sajai, Papa ne Laxmi-Ganesh ki murti ke aage deepak jalaya.
Aur Naina bhabhi… Naina bhabhi aayi.
Usne ek laal saree pehni thi. Chunri wali, gehra laal, kinare pe sunehri zari. Blouse tang, peeche khula, aur uski gori peeth aur kamar ka gehra gaddha saaf dikh raha tha. Maang mein sindoor, aankhon mein kaajal, naak pe nath, honthon pe laal lipstick. Aur ek aisi khushbu lagayi thi ki poore kamre mein phail gayi. Diwali Vali Raat Bhabhi Ki Chudai
Jab wo seedhe khadi hui, toh saare kamre ki hawa ruk gayi. Papa bhi ek baar dekhe. Mummy ne ek baar dekha, phir Naina ko, phir mujhe — aur halka sa muskurai. Jaise Mummy ko sab pata ho.
Puja shuru hui. Bhaiya ne bhi aake thoda haath baandha, phir aa gaya. Wo bhi bhabhi ke peeche khada tha, par uski nazar apne phone pe thi. Sunny ka message aa raha tha shayad.
Puja khatam hui. Mummy ne prasad baanta. Khaana khaya. Phir dheere dheere sab apne kamron mein chale gaye.
Bhaiya apne kamre mein. Papa ka phone aaya, wo baahar chale gaye. Mummy so gayi.
Aur main — main chhat pe chala gaya.
Wahan pahle se hi Naina bhabhi khadi thi. Laal saree mein, taaron ke neeche, Diwali ki raat mein. Itni sundar ki aankh chundhiya jaye.
“Tu aaya,” boli.
“Maine kaha tha na bhabhi, jab waqt aayega.”
Wo mudi. Hamare beech sirf chaar kadam ka faasla tha. Aur us chaar kadam mein poori hawa bhari hui thi.
“Rohit, ek baat puchu?”
“Pucho.”
“Diwali ki badhai dena… chahoge?”
Mera dil zor se dhadka. “Aap dena chahogi?”
Wo aage badhi. “Pehle tu de.”
Main aage badha. Hum bilkul paas aa gaye. Uska laal blouse seene pe tang tha, aur saans lene se upar neeche ho raha tha. Main darr raha tha ki haath kahaan rakhun.
Phir maine apne dono haath badhaye, unki kamar pe rakhe, aur unko gale laga liya.
Bas itna hua, aur Naina bhabhi ki saans toot gayi. Jaise kisi ne saat saal ki band dabai khol di ho.
Wo meri baahon mein aa gayi. Poori. Usne apne dono haath mere gale mein daal diye, aur apna chehra meri chaati pe rakh diya. Uski laal saree ki khushbu, uska sindoor, uska jism ki garmi — sab mere andar utar gaya. Diwali Vali Raat Bhabhi Ki Chudai
“Rohit…” usne dhime se kaha.
“Bhabhi.”
“Ek baar… bas ek baar.” Usne apna chehra upar uthaya. Uski aankhein band theen. Uske honth kaamp rahe the.
Maine apne honth unke honthon pe rakh diye.
Pehla chumma — halka, darr wala. Par jaise hi hamare honth mile, bijli si daud gayi. Naina ne dono haath se mera sar pakad liya aur aise chumma khaya jaise saaton saal ki bhookh ek chumme mein utar rahi ho. Uske honth geelay, garam, chahne wale. Usne apni jeebh meri jeebh se mila di, aur main pagal ho gaya.
Hum chhat pe, Diwali ki raat mein, chumma kha rahe the — jaise duniya mein koi aur nahi hai.
Kabhi kabhi wo rukti, saans leti, meri aankhon mein dekhti, aur phir se chum leti. “Haaye Rohit… tu jaanta hai… saat saal se… kisi ne aise nahi chuma.”
“Ab har raat chum lunga bhabhi.”
Usne meri baat pe apna chehra meri gardan mein chhipa diya. Aur phir wo khud aage le gayi.
“Rohit, neeche chal.”
“Kahan?”
“Mere kamre mein. Sab so gaye hain.”
Chapter 6 — Charpai Pe
Uske kamre mein kadam rakhte hi ek alag duniya shuru ho gayi.
Kamra chhota tha, par us raat woh duniya se bada lag raha tha. Darwaza band hua — dhak — aur phir ek awaaz aayi jaise sannata bhi saans le raha ho. Kamre ke kone mein ek purani table lamp jal rahi thi, peeli dhundhli roshni, jisme har cheez thodi dhundhli lag rahi thi — jaise sapna, jaise sharam. Aur us roshni mein Naina bhabhi khadi thi. Laal saree. Uski saans abhi bhi bhaari, chhat wale chumme se poori tarah ubhri nahi thi. Diwali Vali Raat Bhabhi Ki Chudai
“Mummy-Papa toh so gaye na?” usne dheere se pucha, jaise dar ho ki koi sun le.
“Haan bhabhi. Poora ghar so gaya. Aaj sirf hum do hain.”
Ye line — “sirf hum do” — hawa mein latak gayi. Naina ne apne honth bhige. Usne ek kadam aage badhaya, phir ruk gayi. Jaise dil aage badh raha ho aur dimaag peeche khinch raha ho. Saat saal ki aadat thi — pehle “Naina bhabhi” hoti thi, aur ab uske andar ek “Naina” jaag rahi thi. Do naam ek jism mein. Aur wahi jism mere saamne khada tha.
“Baith jao bhabhi,” maine kaha. “Darr nahi. Aaj sirf aap aur main.”
Wo charpai ke kinaare baiti. Charpai purani thi, zor se chik-chik karti thi — jaise wo bhi is raat ke liye tayyar ho. Naina ne apne haath god mein rakhe, ungiyan ek dusre se khel rahi thi. Ye wo aurat thi jo saari duniya ke saamne confident thi, teacher thi, ghar sambhalti thi — par us charpai ke kinaare, andhere mein, aaj wo ek chhoti si ladki lag rahi thi.
“Mujhe kuch pucho na Rohit,” usne dheere se kaha. “Puchho toh sahi. Aise chup mat dekho. Dar lagta hai.”
“Bhabhi, darr kaisa? Main aapse kuch poochunga — aur aap jo bologe, bas wahi sach hai.”
“Poochho.”
“Aap chudai chahti ho ya chumma?”
Wo ek second ruk gayi. Phir halka sa hase. “Dono. Par agar ek chunna pade…”
“Toh?”
“Pehle chumma.” Usne apni aankhein uthai. “Kyunki chumme se pata chalta hai ki koi tumhe chahta hai ya sirf tumhara jism. Saat saal mein bhaiya ne ek baar bhi aise nahi chuma jaise chhat pe chuma.”
Maine uske haath pakad liye. Dono haath. Ungliyan apni ungliyon mein daali. Aur ek ek ungli pe, ek ek daane pe chumma diya. Angoothe se shuru kiya, phir unglion ke beech ke geelay hisse, phir kalai, phir hatheli. Diwali Vali Raat Bhabhi Ki Chudai
Naina ki saans tez hone lagi. “Rohit… hatheli pe bhi koi chumta hai kya?”
“Maine pehle bhi kaha tha bhabhi — kuch cheezein sirf dekhne ke liye nahi hoti, kuch cheezein chumne ke liye hoti hain. Aur aapke haath… ye haath saat saal se kaam karte rahe, kisi ne inko chuma hi nahi.”
Wo phoot padi. Aansu. Ekdum aansu. Uski kalai se bheeg gayi meri jeebh.
“Rohit, tu jaanta hai… ek baat…” wo saans le rahi thi jaise bhaari bojh ho. “Raat ko jab andhera hota hai… toh main apne haath dekhti hoon. Sochti hoon — in haathon se kitna kaam kiya. Par kisi ne kabhi inko pakad ke nahi kaha ki — Naina, aaj tumhara din hai.”
“Aaj hai, bhabhi. Aaj aapka din hai.”
Phir wo uthi. Meri taraf mudi. Aur apne peeche haath le jaake blouse ke hook kholne lagi.
Kamre mein itna sannata tha ki hook khulne ki awaaz saaf sunai de rahi thi. Pehla hook — tik. Naina ki saans ruki. Doosra hook — tik. Uska chehra thoda laal hua. Teesra — tik. Ab blouse dheela tha, par wo abhi bhi pehni hui thi. Chotha. Paanchva.
Har hook ke saath ek alag awaaz thi. Jaise koi taala khul raha ho — pehle darr ka, phir sharam ka, phir saat saal ki bandish ka.
Aakhri hook kholte hi blouse poori dheeli hui. Naina ne kandhe hilaaye, aur blouse ke pankh meri taraf se niche gire. Par wo mudi thi — peeche. Uski gori peeth mere saamne thi. Ghumavdar. Kadak. Kandhon se kamar tak ek gehra gaddha, jisme pasine ki do boondein utar rahi thi. Aur us gori peeth pe ek patli laal bra ki dori tang thi — aise jaise kisi ne deewar pe ek laal lakeer kheench di ho. Diwali Vali Raat Bhabhi Ki Chudai
“Rohit,” usne bina mud ke kaha, “peeche se dekhna kabhi kisi ne?”
“Nahi bhabhi.”
“Ab dekh le. Poora dekh le.”
Maine aage badh ke apne dono haath uski peeth pe rakhe. Bina jaldi. Jaise koi phool chhoo raha ho. Usne ek jhatka sa diya — jaise bijli lagi ho. Meri hatheliyan uski peeth se chipak gayi thi.
Maine apna muh uske kandhe pe rakha. Ek chumma. Usne gardan aage jhuka di, jaise jagah de rahi ho. Maine unki gardan pe chumma diya — umm. Naina ki saans tooti — “haaaye…”
Phir usne mudke mujhe dekha. Poora muda. Aur ab saamne thi wo — bra aur saree ke petticoat mein. Uski chuchiyan blouse ke bojh se aazad hoke laal bra mein bhari hui thi, aur bra unko poori tarah pakad nahi pa rahi thi. Upar se woh bahar nikal rahi thi — jaise kahe, “chhodo humein.”
“Aage se dekh ke lagta hai?” usne pucha.
“Bhabhi, aapko sach batau?”
“Bata.”
“Main teen saal sheher mein raha. Kitni ladkiyan dekhi. Par aaj lag raha hai pehli baar kisi aurat ko dekh raha hoon.”
Naina ne apna muh niche kiya. Phir dheere se apni dono bahon se bra ke straps utaar diye. Bra dheeli hui. Usne ek haath se bra ko seene se hataaya — aur uske chuchiyan bahar aayi.
Bade. Bhare. Gulabi nipples ke saath — jo mere liye tarse hue the, jaise koi bhookha bacha. Usne bra ko halke se phenka. Ab uske upar sirf saree ka petticoat tha.
“Rohit, ab kuch karna. Bas dekh mat.”
Maine unko kheench ke apne paas liya. Charpai pe bithaya. Unke dono haath apne kandhon pe rakhe. Aur phir unki ek chuchi apne haath mein li. Poori. Mere haath mein bhar gayi — bhari hui, jaise doodh se bhari hui. Maine dhime se dabaya — bhabhi ki saans bhaari. Phir chhoda. Phir dabaya. Wo mere baalon mein haath daal rahi thi.
“Aur… zor se…” usne kaha.
Maine ek nipple muh mein liya.
Jaise hi meri jeebh uske nipple pe lagi, Naina ne apni peeth arch karke ek lambi siski bhari. Poora jism kaanp gaya. “Aaaaahhh… Rohit… haan… aise… aur…”
Maine chusa — pehle dhime, phir geela, phir zor se. Usne meri gardan pe apna muh rakha aur mujhe nochne lagi. Ek chuchi se dusri pe, dusri se pehli. Ek haath se dabata, muh se chusta. Uske nipples pathar ho gaye the, aur wo har touch pe “hmmm… aaa… aur…” bol rahi thi. Diwali Vali Raat Bhabhi Ki Chudai
“Rohit, tu jaanta hai… ye chuchiyan kabhi aise nahi chui gayi. Bhaiya ne ek baar chhua tha — shaadi ke pehle, ek baar. Bas.”
“Maine bhi kaha tha na bhabhi — aaj sab badlega.”
Phir usne mujhe peeche dhakka diya. Main charpai pe gir gaya. Wo mere upar aa gayi. Uski tango ne mujhe kuch is tarah jakad liya jaise koi chhodega nahi. Usne mera kurti khola, poora utara. Phir meri pant ka button. Zip kholte waqt uske haath kaanp rahe the — jaise ye pehli baar dekh rahi ho.
Jab usne meri pant kheechi, mera lund uske saamne ubhaar ke khada tha. Poori taakat se. Kuch second usne dekha. Bas dekha.
“Itna bada…” wo dheere se boli.
“Bhabhi, aapke liye.”
Usne apna haath lund pe rakha. Pehle sirf unglion se sahlaya — tip se base tak, dhime. Phir poori muthhi mein le li. Uski hatheli geeli thi. Ek baar upar, ek baar neeche. Mera saans toot raha tha.
Phir wo jhuki. Aur apne honth lund pe rakh diye.
Jaise hi uska geela, garam muh mere lund pe aaya, main ghoom gaya. Usne chusna shuru kiya — aise jaise bhookhi ho, aise jaise saat saal ka khaana ek lund mein mil gaya ho. Upar-neeche, andar tak, jeebh se tip pe. Wo saans leti, phir dobara leti. Uske haath mere hips pe the, aur wo mera lund aise chaat rahi thi jaise uske saare saal ka badla ho.
“Bhabhi… aise… aise chusogi toh nikal jayega…”
Usne muh se nikal ke, labon pe chipke lund se bola, “Niklega toh phir aayega na. Raat lambi hai.”
Aur phir usne dobara muh mein liya — is baar tez. Poora. 5 minute. Mere haath apne aap uske sar pe chale gaye, phir uske baalon mein. Usne ek haath neeche karke mere lund ke neeche wale hisse bhi sahlaye. Bas wahi pal tha jab main nikal hi jaata tha — par maine rok liya.
“Bhabhi, aap let jao. Pehle aap.”
“Kyun?”
“Kyunki ye raat aapki hai. Aaj main aapko wo dekhna chahta hoon jo aap kabhi nahi dekhi.”
Wo let gayi. Laal saree farsh pe padi thi, bikhri hui, jaise kisi ne phool patak diya ho. Uske upar sirf petticoat. Maine usko kheecha — Naina ne apne hips utha ke poora utaar diya. Aur phir uski panti.
Jab usne panti utari, uske beech ka ched mere saamne tha — geela, garam, gulabi, chahne wala. Saat saal ka khaali. Usne apni dono tango ko ghutno se modke khole. Aur mujhe dekh rahi thi.
“Rohit… tu neeche…”
“Bhabhi, pehle aapko chumunga. Poora chumunga. Aap bata do agar bura lage.”
“Bura? Rohit, tu jaanta hai kitne saal se kisi ne mera chut nahi dekha? Bhaiya ne toh dekha bhi nahi kabhi. Aaj tu dekhega, aur chumega…”
Maine unke dono ghutne modke, tango ko khole, aur apna muh uske beech le gaya. Pehle uske andar ki janghon pe chumma. Naina ki saans bhaari. Phir bahar ke honthon pe. Wo kaanp gayi. Phir maine apni jeebh uski chut pe chalaayi. Diwali Vali Raat Bhabhi Ki Chudai
“AAAHHH! Rohit! Ruk nahi… mat ruk!”
Uski chut ka paani mere honth bhar raha tha. Mitha, garam. Jaise koi amrit. Main chaat-ta raha, aur wo charpai ki chaadar ko muthhi mein bhar ke kheench rahi thi. Uski gaand uchak rahi thi, aur har lick pe ek nayi awaaz nikal rahi thi.
“haan wahi… wahaan… ohhh… ohh Rohit… jaadu hai tu… aaaah… aise hi… mera… mera poori jaan le le…”
Maine dhime se apni ungli andar daali — do ungli. Naina ek pal ko sikud gayi, phir poori jaan se uski chut ne meri ungliyan pakad li. Andar garam, chikna, aur aise sikud raha tha jaise bhookha ho. Maine ungli upar wale hisse pe ghumaayi — wahi jise log dhoondte rehte hain — aur uske honth se ek cheekh nikli.
“Rohit… bas… ab… ab chahiye… ab andar… ab ruk ja…”
“Bhabhi, himmat rakho. Aaram se. Aur ek baar.”
“Rohit, tu marta hai… ab chod de na… saaton saal se tarse hue ko tarsata hai…”
Maine apna lund uthaya. Uski chut ke ched pe rakha. Naina ne apni dono aankhein band kar li. Uske haath se pasina beh raha tha. Uske honth kaanp rahe the.
“Bhabhi, darr toh nahi?”
“Rohit, chod de ab. Saat saal ka intezaar hai. Aur agar dard ho bhi, toh bhi chhod mat.”
Maine dhime se andar kiya.
Bas top pe jaate hi Naina ne lambi saans bhari — jaise koi kho gaya ho aur mil gaya ho. Main aage badhta raha, dhime dhime, poori tarah andar. Uski chut tight thi, garam thi, aur meri lund ko aise pakad rahi thi jaise chhodegi nahi. Andar poora pahunchte hi usne apni dono tango se mujhe jakad liya — tango ka pahiya.
“Ab… ab chhod mat,” usne meri aankhon mein dekhke bola. “Chahe kitna bhi ho, chhod mat.”
Aur phir shuru hui.
Pehle dhime — ek ek dhakka, poori tarah. Phir raftaar. Charpai chik-chik karne lagi. Kamre ke bahar koi hota toh us charpai ki awaaz se sab samajh jaata. Naina ke honth se bas ek hi awaaz nikal rahi thi — “aaaah… uffffff… haan Rohit… aise hi… jor se… jor se chod…”
Wo gaand uchak uchak ke poori jaan se le rahi thi. Jaise saat saal ki khaali raatein, sau kambal, ek raat mein badla le rahi ho. Uske chuchiyan mere neeche hil rahi thi — main ek haath se dabata, phir muh mein leta, phir chodta. Ek ek dhakke ke saath uski saans ek saath nikalti thi. Diwali Vali Raat Bhabhi Ki Chudai
“Rohit… Rohit… main… main pagal ho rahi hoon… aaah!”
“Bhabhi, poora de raha hoon. Aaj poori raat.”
Usne meri peeth noch li. “Sach?”
“Sach. Aaj poori raat.”
Wo mudi. Mujhe upar kiya. Khud upar baith gayi. Aur phir usne khud chudai shuru ki.
Ye dekhne wala manzar tha. Naina bhabhi upar, uski kamar jhuki hui, uske chuchiyan mere saamne latak rahi, uski gaand patak patak ke meri lund pe gir rahi thi. Aisi dikh rahi thi jaise koi rani apne takht pe. Uske chehre pe pasina, honthon pe laal lipstick phela hua, aankhon mein aansu sa. Usne apne dono haath meri chaati pe rakhe, aur poori jaan se uchhal rahi thi.
“Rohit… aaah… dekh… dekh mujhe… dekhta hai? Aise koi chudta hai? Aise koi chudai hoti hai?”
“Haan bhabhi… aap sundar lag rahi ho… bahut sundar…”
“Saat saal… saat saal… koi dekha nahi… aaj tu dekh… aaah… poori dekh…”
Usne meri lund apni chut mein itni zor se li ki meri aankh chundhiya gayi. Main niche se bhi dhakke de raha tha, aur wo upar se. Dono ki saans ek ho gayi thi. Kamra garam tha. Table lamp ki roshni mein hamare jismon ki parchhaiyan deewar pe naach rahi thi.
“Rohit… nikalne wala hai?”
“Bhabhi… haan… andar?”
“Andar hi… aaj kuch mat socho… aaj sab andar.”
Maine uski kamar pakdi. Poori taakat se aakhir ke teen dhakke diye. Aur phir main andar hi gir gaya.
Jaise hi mera paani andar gaya, Naina ne meri peeth nochi. Poori taakat se. Aur ek lambi cheekh maari — “AAAHHH Rohit!” — phir wo upar se mere upar gir padi. Dono thak ke ek dusre pe pade rahe. Kaafi der dono ki saans bhaari rahi. Charpai ki chaadar bheeg gayi thi. Kamre mein bas hamari saans aur table lamp ki roshni thi.
Usne apna sar meri chaati pe rakha. Aur ek baar, do baar, usne apna muh meri chaati pe ragar ke rakha — jaise koi apni jagah dhoond raha ho.
“Rohit… pata hai… is Diwali pe bhagwan ne mujhe kuch diya hai.”
“Kya diya, bhabhi?”
Wo uthke meri aankhon mein dekhi. Muskurane lagi. Uske honth pe abhi bhi pasina tha, aur aankhon mein paani.
“Tum.”
Maine unka maatha chuma. Usne apna chehra meri gardan mein chhipa liya. Aur us raat wahi — us charpai pe — hamari pehli raat thi. Diwali ki raat.
Chapter 7 — Darwaze Pe Bhaiya
Hum us hi haalat mein the — Naina mere upar, mere haath uski gaand pe — ki tabhi darwaze pe knock hua.
Thak. Thak. Thak.
Hamari saans ek second ke liye ruk gayi.
“Kaun?” Naina ne awaaz nikali, jaisi normal ho.
“Main. Vikas,” bahar se awaaz aayi.
Bhaiya.
Naina mere upar se utri, ek second ke liye dono ne ek dusre ko dekha, phir usne apna blouse utha ke pehna, ek chaadar mere upar daal di, aur darwaza khol diya.
Bhaiya andar aaye. Unhone ek nazar kamre pe daali — bikhri hui laal saree, Naina ke bikhre baal, mere pade hue kapde, aur main chaadar ke neeche.
Bhaiya ne kuch nahi pucha. Bas ek halki si muskaan aayi chehre pe. Jaise unko sab pehle se pata ho.
“Diwali ki badhai,” bhaiya ne Naina se kaha.
“Aapko bhi,” Naina ne kaha.
Phir bhaiya mudi aur mujhe dekha. “Rohit, tu bhi yahin hai?”
Main utha, pant pehni. “Haan bhaiya, baat kar rahe the.”
Bhaiya ne Naina ko dekha, phir mujhe, phir dono ko. Aur phir unhone wahi baat boli jo usne kisi ko nahi batayi thi —
“Rohit, ek baat puchu? Tu bhabhi ko khush rakh sakta hai?”
Main ek second ruk gaya. “Matlab?”
Bhaiya halka se hase. “Matlab jaisa main nahi rakh paaya. Tu rakh sakta hai?”
Naina ka chehra laal ho gaya. Mere andar toh jaan aayi.
“Aapko kaise pata bhaiya?” maine pucha.
Bhaiya ne darwaze ki taraf dekha. “Pata tha. Bas itna hi nahi tha ki itna jaldi ho jayega.” Wo mudi, jaane lage, phir ruk ke bole —
“Rohit, ye ghar tumhara bhi hai. Jo tum chahe, kar sakte ho. Aur Naina…”
Wo Naina ko dekhe. “Naina, tu khush reh. Bas khush reh.”
Aur wo chale gaye. Darwaza band ho gaya.
Naina charpai pe baith gayi. Uske haath kaanp rahe the. “Usne… usne gussa nahi kiya.”
“Kyun karega bhabhi? Uski bhi toh koi hai.”
Naina meri taraf dekhi, aur phir poori tarah hans padi. Hansi mein aansu the. “Rohit, pata hai… mera sabse bada darr ye tha ki bhaiya naraz ho jayega. Aur wo khud bole — ‘khush reh’.”
Maine usko apne paas bithaya, aur uske baal sahlaye. “Bhabhi, bhaiya ne sahi kaha. Ab aap khush raho.”
Wo mere seene mein chhip gayi. Us raat hum saath hi so gaye. Charpai pe. Diwali ki raat.
Chapter 8 — Naya Bandhan
Agli subah koi ghabrahat nahi thi. Koi jhoot nahi tha. Bas ek sach tha jo teen logon ne mil ke jiya — aur usme koi sharm nahi thi.
Mummy ne chai banayi. Bhaiya normal the. Naina bhabhi ne jab aankh milayi, toh bas muskurayi. Aur uske baad se ghar ke andar ek naya niyam ban gaya.
Bhaiya apne Sunny ke saath, aur Naina… Naina mere saath.
Ye ajeeb nahi tha — ye sabse zyada natural cheez thi jo kabhi is ghar mein hui.
Agle kuch din main Naina bhabhi ke saath har raat bitayi. Kabhi unke kamre mein, kabhi chhat pe, kabhi aangan ke andhere kone mein. Kabhi ek chumme se shuru hoke, kabhi seedha bina baat kiye.
Ek raat usne mujhe bataya — “Rohit, jab tu Pune chala jayega, phir wahi khaali raatein.”
Maine kaha, “Bhabhi, is baar khaali nahi. Main har mahine aaunga. Aur us se pehle…”
“Kya?”
“Maine Papa se baat ki. Main yahin shift ho jaunga. Pune ki job chhod ke. Yahin kuch kholunga.”
Naina ki aankhon mein paani aaya. Usne mujhe kheench ke chuma. Aur us raat woh pehli raat thi jab hum dono ne ek dusre ke baare mein kuch decide kar liya.
Par kahani yahan khatam nahi hoti. Kyunki is ghar mein ek aurat thi jo abhi aayi nahi thi. Aur wo bhabhi ki choti behen thi — Riya.
Chapter 9 — Saali Ka Aagman
Diwali ke teen din baad Naina bhabhi ki behen Riya aayi. Unnis saal ki, college mein padhti thi, Bhopal se. Uski baatein tez, hasi loud, aur jism jaise kisi filmy heroine ka ho.
Riya ne jab pehli baar mujhe dekha, toh boli — “Arey, aap wahi hain jiske baare mein didi phone pe itna baat karti hain?”
Maine Naina ki taraf dekha. Wo sharmake kitchen mein bhaag gayi.
Riya rukne ke liye aayi thi — do hafte. Aur us do hafte ne iss ghar ki Diwali ko aur garam kar diya.
Riya bholi thi, par badi hoshiyaar. Usne ek hi din mein pakad liya ki didi aur Rohit bhaiya ke beech kuch hai. Aur usne poori koshish ki — bina bole, bina puchhe — ki dono ke beech uski bhi ek jagah ban jaye.
Pehle chhote chhote touch — plate dene ke bahane, chai banane ke bahane. Phir ek raat jab bhabhi apni Mummy ke paas gayi thi, Riya ne mere kamre mein aake kaha —
“Rohit bhaiya, ek baat puchu? Didi aur aap… kya hain?”
Maine kaha, “Saali-bhaiya.”
Wo hase. “Bas?”
“Tumhe kya lagta hai?”
Usne apni choti ungli uthai, aur meri chaati pe rakh di. “Mujhe lagta hai… is ghar mein ek aur chhota sa kona khaali hai.” Diwali Vali Raat Bhabhi Ki Chudai
Us raat Riya mere paas hi so gayi. Aur uski tango ke beech ka jism… ek bilkul nayi aag thi. Alag mithaas, alag bahaav, alag bhookh.
Chapter 10 — Teen Tarah Ki Aag
Do hafte beet gaye the. Diwali ki ladiyan utar gayi thi, mandir ke diye bujh gaye the, par ghar ke andar ek aag abhi bhi jalti rehti thi — kabhi Naina bhabhi ki aankhon mein, kabhi mere kamre ke darwaze pe, kabhi kitchen ke mod pe.
Aur us aag mein ek teesra diya aa gaya tha. Riya.
Naina ki chhoti behen. Unnis saal. College se aayi thi — “do hafte didi ke paas rukungi.” Par do hafte khatam hone ke baad bhi jaane ka naam nahi leti thi.
Riya bholi thi — par bholi aise thi jaise koi billi bholi hoti hai. Usne ek hi din mein pakad liya. Pehle din hi jab Naina mere liye chai laayi, toh Riya ne dono ko dekha, phir dono ke beech ki hawa dekh ke apni chai pe phoonk maari aur boli —
“Bhaiya, aapki chai mein cheeni kam hai.”
“Kaise pata?”
“Kyunki didi ne banayi hai — aur didi jaanti hai aapko kam cheeni pasand hai. Kaise jaanti hai? Itna kya close ho?”
Naina sharmake kitchen mein bhaag gayi. Main hasne laga. Riya ne mujhe ghoora, apni aankhein thodi sikod ke, aur boli —
“Haan, mujhe sab pata hai, bhaiya. Sab.”
Aur us “sab” mein bahut kuch tha.
Riya ne rukne ke liye ek bada plan banaya tha. Pehle chhote chhote touch — plate dene ke bahane uski ungli meri ungli se takrati, chai peene ke waqt wo mere bilkul paas baithti, saamne se aate waqt jaan-boojh ke takrati.
Ek shaam main aangan mein baitha tha. Riya aayi, mere paas baithi, aur boli —
“Bhaiya, ek baat puchu? Bura mat maanna.”
“Poocho.”
“Didi aur aap… kya hain?”
Maine kaha, “Saali-bhaiya.”
Wo hase. “Bas?”
“Tumhe kya lagta hai?”
Usne apni choti ungli uthai. Aur meri chaati pe rakh di. “Mujhe lagta hai… is ghar mein ek aur chhota sa kona khaali hai. Aur bhaiya, ye kona bilkul khaali nahi rehna chahiye.”
“Mummy ne dekha toh?”
“Bhaiya, is ghar mein Mummy ko sab pata hai. Poori Ratanpur ko pata hai. Sirf aap dono andhere mein hain.”
Us raat Naina bhabhi apni Mummy ke yahan gayi thi. Ghar mein sirf main aur Riya. Raat ko 11 baje Riya mere kamre mein aayi. Bina knock. Bina permission. Jaise wo bhi jaanti ho ki permission pehle se hai.
“Bhaiya, neend nahi aa rahi.”
“Chal chhat pe chalte hain.”
“Chhat pe kya? Wahan didi ne bhi baith ke baat ki thi na?”
“Kaise pata?”
Usne ek ungli apne honthon pe rakh di. “Sab pata hai bhaiya. Sab.”
Hum chhat pe gaye. Wahi chhat, wahi taare, wahi Diwali ki ladiyan — par is baar ek alag jism saath tha. Riya ne ek chaadar lapeti thi. Main paas baitha.
“Bhaiya, didi ke saath kaisa lagta hai?”
“Kaisa matlab?”
“Matlab… didi toh bhari hui hai na. Bade seene. Badi gaand. Main toh patli hoon. Aapko patli pasand hai?”
Maine uski taraf dekha. Riya ne chaadar hata di. Usne ek tight white kurti aur shorts pehni thi. Uski tanga patli, kamar patli, par seene… seene bharpoor the, chote par ubhre hue. Aur uski skin — doodh jaisi. Naina ki skin gehu rang wali thi, Riya ki bilkul safed.
“Riya, tum toh bahut sundar ho.”
“Sach?”
“Sach.”
Usne apni ungli meri chaati pe rakh di. Phir dono haath. Phir apna chehra paas le aayi. Aur bina poochhe, bina intezaar, apne honth mere honthon pe rakh diye.
Pehla chumma — bachpana. Doosra chumma — bhookh. Teesre chumme mein wo meri god mein aa gayi.
Alag tha. Bilkul alag. Naina ke chumme mein ek lambi kahani thi — saat saal ka intezaar, ek dard, ek badla. Riya ke chumme mein sirf ek hi baat thi — aaj. Aaj aur abhi. Koi atit nahi. Koi future nahi. Bas ye raat.
Uske honth bade aur mulaayam the. Wo mera chehra apne haathon mein lekar chum rahi thi jaise koi mithai chaakh raha ho. Uski jeebh tez thi, chanchal, jaise uska nature.
“Bhaiya, aap kitna acha chumte ho…”
“Tumne kisko chuma pehle?”
“Bahut ko. Par koi aapke jaisa nahi. Ab batao — didi ke saath kya karte ho? Poora batana.”
“Poora? Abhi?”
“Haan. Aaj mujhe bhi wahi chahiye. Poora. Har cheez. Jaise didi ko diya.”
Aur usne apni kurti utaar di.
Ek hi jhatke mein. Jaise sharam uske paas rukti hi nahi. Uske upar ek safed bra thi, aur usme do chote, bharhe hue, taaza chuchiyan. Naina ki tarah bharpoor nahi — par taaza. Bilkul taaza. Aise jaise kisi ne abhi abhi baagh se phal tode ho.
“Bhaiya, dekho na. Chhuo na. Bas mat dekho.”
Maine unko apni god mein bithaya, aur dono haathon se uski kamar pakdi. Uske nipples bra ke upar se mere khilaf ragar rahe the. Wo halke se uchhli, aur meri janghon pe baithi. Uske honth mere kaan pe the.
“Bhaiya… didi ko jab aap chumte ho… toh wahan bhi chumte ho? Neeche?”
“Haan.”
“Mere bhi… chumo na. Pehle wahan se.”
Maine uski bra kholi. Chuchiyan bahar aayi — choti, taazi, gulaabi nipples ke saath. Maine ek muh mein li. Riya ne apna sar peeche kiya aur ek mithi si siski bhari — “aaaa… bhaiya… aise…”
Wo Naina se alag thi. Naina dheere dheere pighalti thi, Riya seedha jal uthti thi. Usne meri gardan noch li, meri chaati pe naak ragdi, aur apni kamar uchak ke mere lund pe ragarne lagi. Uske shorts ke andar se garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi.
“Bhaiya, jaldi karo na. Bahut… bahut ho gaya.”
Maine uski shorts kheechi. Usne khud apni panti utaar di. Uske beech ka ched taaza tha — chota, gulabi, geela. Aur wo tarson mein thi.
“Aa jao bhaiya. Aaram se nahi — seedha. Aaj dheere nahi karna.”
“Aaram se nahi? Pehli baar hai…”
“Bhaiya, aaram se main ghar pe kar lungi. Aap chodo.”
Maine apna lund uske ched pe rakha. Aur seedha andar kar diya — dhime nahi, seedha.
Riya ne apna muh khola — “aaaaahhhh bhaiya!” — par roki nahi. Usne apni tango se mujhe jakad liya aur poora andar lene lagi. Uski chut tight thi, taazi thi, aur poori tarah se meri lund ko chah rahi thi.
“Bhaiya… bhaiya… aise hi… jor se… aise hi didi ko karte ho? Aise?”
“Haan Riya… aise…”
“Toh aaj mujhe bhi… poori tarah… chodo bhaiya… poora nikal do…”
Chhat pe hum dono jaanwar ban gaye. Taaron ke neeche, Diwali ki thandi hawa mein, dono paseene se bheeg gaye. Riya ki chuchiyan uchalti rahi, uski gaand mere haath mein thi, aur wo mera naam leti rahi — “bhaiya… bhaiya…” — jaise koi mantra.
Charpai nahi thi, farsh pe chaadar bichhi thi. Riya ki kamar ne chaadar pe ek gaddha bana diya. Usne teen baar palti, chaar baar mudi. Har position usne khud maangi.
“Bhaiya, ab aap neeche let jao.”
Wo upar baithi. Aur usne khud chudai shuru ki. Uski patli kamar tez uchalti thi, jaise koi kone. Uske chehre pe hairan kar dene wali ek deewani muskaan thi.
“Bhaiya… dekh rahe ho? Aise koi chudta hai? Didi ne bataya tha… ab mujhe khud pata chal gaya…”
Uske bolte hi mera dimaag mein Naina aa gayi. Aur usi waqt…
“Rohit!”
Neeche se awaaz aayi. Naina bhabhi. Wo wapas aa gayi thi.
Riya mere upar thi, mere andar tha uska jism. Dono ek second ke liye ruk gaye. Phir Riya hase. Bina utre. Bina hile.
“Bula lo bhaiya. Didi ko. Chhat pe.”
Maine awaaz di. “Bhabhi, upar aa jao.”
Aur phir Naina chhat pe aayi.
Usne darwaza khola, upar chadhai chadhi, aur jo dekha — uski behen mere upar, mere andar, dono nange, dono paseene se bheege. Naina ek second ke liye ruki. Phir halka sa muskurai. Phir poori tarah hans padi.
“Riya!” boli. “Tu bhi?”
Riya ne bina utre apni didi ko dekha, aur boli — “Didi, aap ne bataya nahi tha ki kona itna acha hai.”
Naina paas aayi, baith gayi. Usne Riya ke sar pe haath pher ke kaha —
“Behen, tu aayi toh sahi waqt aayi.”
Aur phir… phir wo bhi utar gayi.
Us raat — pehli baar — hum teen ek hi chaadar mein the.
Pehle Naina ne mujhe chuma, Riya ne dekha. Phir Riya ne chuma, Naina ne dekha. Phir dono ne mil ke mujhe choda — ek mera honth chumti, ek meri gardan. Ek mera lund chusti, ek meri chaati. Ek meri janghon pe baithi, ek mere seene pe.
Wo raat lambi thi. Bahut lambi.
Naina dheeri thi, Riya tez. Naina chah rahi thi ki raat na khате, Riya chah rahi thi ki subah jaldi na aaye. Dono ne mujhe aise baanta jaise koi mithai baant raha ho — barabar, poore mann se, bina jalan.
Raat ke teen baje hum teeno chhat pe pade the, thake hue, khaali hue, bhare hue. Diwali ki ladiyan dheemi roshni de rahi thi. Naina ne Riya ke sar pe haath pher ke kaha —
“Rohit, ye rishta kya hai?”
“Aap batao bhabhi.”
Naina ruki. Phir boli, “Ye rishta nahi hai. Ye ghar hai.”
Riya ne aankhein kholi, Naina ki taraf dekha, phir meri taraf. Aur boli —
“Toh phir bhaiya, ek kaam karo. Ye ghar bada kar lo. Aur kamre banao. Teen.”
Naina hans padi. Main bhi.
Subah jab suraj nikla, teeno thak ke chhat pe pade the. Diye jalte reh gaye the. Aur Naina bhabhi ne Riya ke sar pe haath pher ke wahi baat dobara boli —
“Behen, tu aayi toh sahi waqt aayi.”
Diwali Ke Baad
Waqt beeta. Diwali khatam hui. Riya wapas Bhopal gayi, par har hafte aane lagi. Main Pune se resign deke Ratanpur aa gaya, apna chhota sa business khol liya.
Ghar ab pehle jaisa nahi tha. Bhaiya aur Naina bhabhi ab dost the, saathi the, par jism se door. Aur us khaali jagah mein main bhar gaya.
Kuch log humein aaj bhi samajh nahi paate. Bhaiya ka dost Sunny jab aata hai, toh bhaiya khush. Naina bhabhi jab mere kamre mein jaati hai, toh sab jaante hain. Riya jab aati hai, toh teeno hasste hain. Mummy sab dekhti hai, aur chup rehti hai — kyunki Mummy ko sab pehle se pata tha.
Ek raat Naina ne mujhse pucha, “Rohit, ye sab kya hai? Ye rishta kya hai?”
Maine unke maathe pe chumma kiya. “Bhabhi, isse rishta nahi kehte. Isse ‘ghar’ kehte hain.”
Wo muskurai. Aur us raat phir diye jalte reh gaye — par humne apni Diwali ghar ke andar manai.
Aur jab bhi Diwali aati hai, ghar mein sabse pehla diya wahi jalata hai — mere kamre ke bahar, aur Naina bhabhi ke kamre ke andar.
Iss kahani ko likhte hue aisa lag raha hai jaise mai abhi voh dekh rha hoon
New Sex Story :- विधवा भाभी के साथ चुदाई
New Sex Story :- दशहरा मेले के बाद बेटी की चुदाई
