“Karwa Chauth ki raat ek aurat ko badal deti hai… par sirf us aurat ko, jo us raat ke baad khud ko pehchaan leti hai.”
Ek saal. 365 din. Aarti ke jism par ek saal ki umar nahi badhi — par uski aankhon mein ek nayi cheez aa gayi thi. Woh ab wahi Aarti thi — subah mandir, sargi, ghungat, sindoor. Par andar, woh ek aisi aurat thi jise apne jism ka poora naqsha pata tha. Karwachauth se Diwali Tak ki Chudai
Siddharth bhi badla tha. Us raat ke baad usne apni biwi ko “dhoondha” tha. Ab woh zyada ghar par rehta, raat ko use kheench kar apne paas leta. Par Aarti ke andar ki pyaas — ek aadmi se poori nahi hoti.
Aur phir aaya woh phone.
Sunita. Devendra ki biwi. 38 saal. Bhari hui, confident, ghanere baal, aur aisi aankhen jo sab kuch dekhti hain par kuch nahi bolti. Woh us “gang” ki asli malika thi.
“Bhabhi, aaj shaam mere ghar aao. Dev ko kuch kaam se bhej diya hai. Sirf hum dono.”
Aarti pahunchi. Sunita ne chai rakhi. Phir, bina kisi bhoomika ke, boli:
“Bhabhi, sach batao — us raat ke baad, jab bhi apne pati ke saath soi ho, tumhe woh raat yaad aayi?”
Aarti ne nazrein chura li. Sunita hasi.
“Mujhe pata tha. Kyunki mere saath bhi paanch saal pehle wahi hua tha.”
Aur phir Sunita ne apni kahani sunai. Dev ne paanch saal pehle usse Ashok ke saath… wahi Karwa Chauth raat. Aarti ki tarah. Par Sunita royi nahi. Sunita ne us raat ko apni taakat bana liya.
“Bhabhi, Ashok, Dev, Kamal — teeno sochte hain ki unhone humein choda. Galat. Humne unhe chudwaya.“
Aur tabhi kamre se ek aadmi nikla — Rohit, 24, Sunita ka gym trainer. Chikna badan, tez nazar. Woh Sunita ke paas aakar uski kamar par haath rakh kar khada ho gaya. Sunita ne Aarti ki taraf dekha aur muskurai.
“Yeh mera ‘driver’ hai — Dev ko yahi bataya hai.”
Aarti ke muh se nikla — “Aur Aman…?”
Sunita ki aankhen chamki. “Aman bhi tumhara hai?”
Aarti ne sar jhuka liya.
Sunita ne Aarti ka haath pakad liya. “Bhabhi, phir to hum jodi hain. Ek doosre ka cover karenge. Aur mardon ko… unke hi khel mein haraenge.”
Us din ek samjhauta hua. Do suhaginya. Ek doosre ke lovers chhupana. Ek doosre ke liye bahane banana. Aur sabse bada kaam — mardon ko yeh yakeen dilana ki woh hi heroes hain. Karwachauth se Diwali Tak ki Chudai
Karwa Chauth. Ek saal baad. Is baar Aarti ke ghar.
Is baar Aarti ne milan rakha. Diye jalaye, chaand ke liye thali sajai. Aur jab teeno mard — Ashok, Dev, Kamal — aaye, unke chehron par woh purani muskan thi. “Is saal bhi wahi hoga” wali muskan.
Pooja hui. Aarti ne vrat khola. Sunita saath thi. Dono ne chaand ko dekha — par is baar chaand ko chunauti di.
Aur phir Aarti khadi hui. Usne pallu sarkaya, aur boli:
“Aaj raat, hum dono decide karenge — kaun, kab, kitni der.”
Ashok hasa. “Bhabhi, ab sharten?”
Sunita aage aayi. “Haan. Aur pehli shart — pehle tum log sirf dekhte rahoge. Haath nahi lagana.”
Teeno mard ne ek doosre ko dekha. Dev ne sharaab ka glass uthaya. “Theek hai, dekhte hain bhabhi ka khel.”
Aur phir Aarti aur Sunita ne woh kiya jo in mardon ne kabhi nahi dekha tha.
Aangan ke beech, chaand ki roshni mein, dono auratein khadi thi. Aarti laal saree mein, Sunita gehri neeli mein. Dono ne dheere dheere ek doosre ke blouse ke hook khole. Bra utri. Do jodi bhare-bhare seene chaand ke saamne nikle. Phir pallu, phir petticoat. Karwachauth se Diwali Tak ki Chudai
Teeno mard ke muh khule reh gaye.
Karwachauth se Diwali Tak ki Chudai
Dono auratein ek doosre ke paas aayi. Sunita ne Aarti ke stano par muh lagaya — dheere se choosne lagi. Aarti ne halki cheekh maari, sar peechhe kar liya. Sunita ne uski kamar pakad li, ek haath neeche uski jaanghon ke beech. Aarti ki choodiyan khanakne lagi, paayal bajne lagi.
Aangan mein sirf Sunita ki jeebh ki awaaz, aur Aarti ki siskiyan.
“Bhabhi, tumhari choot to makkhan jaisi hai.” Sunita ghutno par baith gayi. Usne Aarti ki jaanghein chaudi kar ke apna muh uski choot par de diya.
Aarti ki aankhen band ho gayin. “Aaaaaah… Sunita… bas… aur…”
Teeno mard, glass haath mein, kursi par baithe, apni hi biwiyon ko aise dekhte rahe jaise film chal rahi ho. Aur unka lund patloon mein tadap raha tha. Karwachauth se Diwali Tak ki Chudai
Par asli shart ab aayi.
Aarti ne muh uthaya aur mardon ki taraf dekha.
“Ab baari tumhari. Par ek-ek. Aur hum batayenge kaun, kab.”
Ashok khada hua. Aarti ne use apne paas bulaya. Usne Ashok ka lund nikaala — aur ghutno par baith kar, pehle muh se usse “shuru” karwaya. Ashok ki aankhen band ho gayin.
“Bhabhi… tum to…”
“Bas Ashok, aaj bolne ki baari humari hai.”
Aarti phir palang par leti aur Ashok ko apne upar bulaya. Usne poori raftaar khud decide ki. Ashok tez hota — Aarti ruk jaati. Ashok rukta — Aarti tez. Ashok pagal. Aarti muskura rahi thi.
Udhar Sunita ne apne hi pati Dev ko bulaya. Dev ko laga biwi uski hai — par Sunita ne usse ghutno par baithaya, lund muh mein liya, phir apni choot par baith kar khud hilne lagi. Dev kaanp raha tha.
“Dev, aaj tum mere pati nahi, mere aadmi ho. Samjhe?”
Dev ne kaanpta hua sar hilaya — “Haan… haan Sunita…”
Kamal ko Aarti aur Sunita ne beech mein rakh kar khela — ek chusegi, ek hilayegi. Kamal ki haalat dekhne layak thi.
Aur raat ke aakhri hisse mein — Aman aur Rohit aaye. “Chhote log”. Siddharth Dilli tha, Dev ko lagta tha Rohit driver hai.
Jab Aman ne Aarti ki kamar pakdi aur Rohit ne Sunita ki, to Ashok, Dev aur Kamal ke chehre dekhne layak the. Karwachauth se Diwali Tak ki Chudai
“Ye… ye kaun hai?” Ashok bhadka.
Sunita hansi. “Yeh? Yeh humare ‘chhote pati’ hain. Aap logon ke bade-bade lund humne jhel liye — par yeh hamare apne hain.”
Aur us raat, chaand ke saamne, do suhaginya ne apne chhote-patyon ke saath woh kiya, jise dekh kar teen bade mard kursi par baith kar apna apna lund sehlate rahe.
Subah. Chaand doob gaya.
Aarti aur Sunita aangan mein chai pi rahi thi. Dono ke jism par nishaan the. Dono ki aankhon mein sukoon.
Sunita ne kaha — “Bhabhi, ab batao. Suhaag kya hai?”
Aarti ne chaand ki taraf dekha. “Suhaag sindoor nahi hai. Suhaag yeh hai — jab aurat apne jism ki malik ho.”
Sunita ne haan mein sar hilaya. Aur phir woh boli, jisne agle saal ka darwaza khol diya:
“Agli Karwa Chauth… hum dono ek naya aadmi laayenge. Aur is baar, mardon ko sirf dekhna hoga. Kuch bhi nahi.”
Aarti ki aankhon mein chamak aayi. Usne apna mangalsutra sehla kar kaha —
“Theek hai. Par pehle, is saal ke Diwali mein humein ek chhota sa experiment karna hai…”
“Har aurat apne suhaag ko sindoor se sajati hai. Par kuch auratein apna suhaag khud likhti hain.”
Diwali. Kanpur ka Shastri Nagar pura diyon se jal raha tha. Aarti ke aangan mein rangoli, diye, Lakshmi puja ki tayyari — sab kuch pura sanskari tha. Wahi sindoor, wahi mangalsutra, wahi pallu.
Siddharth ghar par tha. Usne Aarti ke kandhe par haath rakh kar kaha —
“Aarti, aaj Ashok ke ghar bada Diwali milan hai. Dilli se Malhotra sahab ke bete aaye hain. Contract ka bada mamla hai. Achhe se tayyar ho jao.”
Aarti muskurai. “Malhotra sahab ke bete” — usse pata tha yeh kaun hai. Aur usne apni saheli ko phone kar liya.
“Sunita… aaj ka din hai.”
Doosri taraf se Sunita ki hansi aayi. “Bhabhi, main to taiyar hoon. Bas yaad rakhna — aaj hum sirf ‘dekhengi’ nahi. Aaj hum dikhayengi.”
Shaam ko Sunita Aarti ke ghar aayi. Dono ne aaine ke saamne khadi ho kar ek doosre ko sajaaya. Aarti ne Sunita ke baalon mein chameli ke phool, Sunita ne Aarti ki maang mein sindoor. Dono ek doosre ko dekh kar muskurai — jaise do saazishkari. Karwachauth se Diwali Tak ki Chudai
Aur phir Sunita ne apna plan khola. Diwali ka experiment.
“Bhabhi, agle Karwa Chauth pe hum ek naya aadmi laayenge. Par usse pehle humein test karna hai — kya humare mard sirf dekh sakte hain? Bina jaley, bina hakk jataye?”
Aarti ne apna mangalsutra sehla kar pucha — “Aur agar woh jal gaye to?”
Sunita ki aankhen chamki. “To iska matlab woh humein kabhi apna nahi maane. Tab hum aur kuch karenge.”
Aur phir Sunita ne aakhri shart rakhi:
“Aur ek baat — aaj ka aadmi humein chunna nahi hai. Aaj ka aadmi humein chune, aur hum use apna banayein. Aaj ke baad, yeh shehar ka sabse taakatwar aadmi humara hoga.”
Aarti ne haan mein sar hilaya. Us raat ke liye unke paas ek hi aadmi tha — Raghav Malhotra.
Ashok ke bungalow par Diwali.
Poora ghar roshni se nahar gaya tha. Rangoli, diye, mithai, sharab, taash. Aur mehmaanon ke beech, sabse alag — Raghav.
30 saal. Lamba, chikna, imported suit, London se padha hua. Chehre par woh ghamand jo sirf paison aur power se aata hai. Uske pita, Malhotra sahab, Dilli ke bade thekedaar the — aur us raat Ashok aur Siddharth dono Raghav ke aage peeche ghoom rahe the, kyunki ek 40 crore ka contract Raghav ke haath mein tha.
Aarti jab aayi, poora kamra ruk gaya. Laal saree, jhumke, mehndi, aur woh chaal — jis mein sirf Aarti thi.
Raghav ne apni whisky ka glass rakha. Usne Aarti ko dekha — seedha, bina palkein jhapkaye. Aarti ne bhi nazrein milayi. Aur us pal, kamre ke kone mein khadi Sunita ne mann hi mann muskurai — shikaar aa gaya.
Raghav aage badha. “Aap Ashok uncle ki…?”
“Nahi. Main Siddharth ki biwi hoon.”
Raghav ne sar hilaya. “Aur yeh…” — usne Aarti ke mehndi wale haath par nazar daali — “yeh mehndi to aaj lagi lagti hai.”
Aarti sharmayi. Sunita beech mein aayi. “Raghav ji, aap to humare bhabhi ko ghoor rahe hain. Hadd hai.”
Raghav hasa. “Madam, ghoor raha hoon, aankh nahi pher raha. Farq hai.”
Teeno hans pade. Aur Sunita ne ishara kar diya — shuru.
Raat 11 baje. Diwali ka rangoli aangan mein tha, aur uske aas paas diyon ka ghera. Bade mard — Siddharth, Ashok, Dev, Kamal — taash khelne baith gaye. Auratein — Rekha, Poonam — mithai lene kitchen mein gayin.
Aur Aarti, Sunita aur Raghav aangan mein reh gaye.
Sunita ne shart daali. “Raghav ji, humara ek khel hai. Diwali ki raat, hum dono aapko kuch dikhayenge. Aur aap sirf dekhenge.”
Raghav ki aankhen chamki. “Aur agar main dekhte-dekhte aage badh jaun?”
“To hum batayenge kab.”
Aur phir, us rangoli ke beech, un dono auraton ne apne blouse ke hook khole. Diyon ki roshni mein unke bhare seene ubhre. Raghav ke haath se glass chhoot gaya. Sunita aur Aarti dono ek doosre ke paas aayi — ek doosre ko chhoone lagi, ek doosre ke stano par muh ragarne lagi. Raghav samajh gaya — yeh sirf “dekhne” ka nahi, yeh sabak ka khel hai.
Aur tabhi taash khelte hue Ashok ne sar uthaya, aur usne apni biwi Sunita ko Aarti ke saath… hmm. Usne kaan mein Dev se kaha. Dev ne dekha. Aur Dev ke chehre par woh bhool gaye.
“Arre… yeh to… Aarti bhabhi?” — Dev utha. Par Sunita ne haath se ishara kiya — baitho. Dekho.
Aur tab Raghav ne woh kaha jo kisi ko nahi pata tha.
Usne Aarti ko dekha aur dheere se bola —
“Bhabhi… aapko pata hai, main aapko pehli baar nahi dekh raha.”
Aarti ruk gayi.
“Mere papa… teen saal pehle Kanpur mein ek bridge ka tender karane aaye the. Aapke ghar gaye the. Aapki ek photo unke phone mein thi — laal saree wali. Woh kehte the — ‘Raghav, Dilli mein 100 auratein dekhi, par Kanpur mein ek hai, jiske aage sab pheeke hain.'”
Aarti ki saans atak gayi. Raghav aage badha.
“Bhabhi, teen saal se main us photo ko dekhta hoon. Aur aaj jab aap aayi… maine khud se kaha — aaj yeh photo jeena hai.”
Aarti ki aankhen bhar aayin. Yeh baat Ashok ne, Dev ne, Kamal ne, ya uske apne pati ne bhi nahi kahi thi. Raghav ne kahi. Aur isi pal, Aarti ko laga — yeh aadmi humein chuna hai.
Sunita ne mauka pakda. Usne Raghav ka haath utha kar Aarti ke haath par rakh diya. “Aur bhabhi ne bhi aapko chun liya. Aaj raat ka faisla — aap dono ka.”
Aur phir dono ne Raghav ko beech mein le liya. Sunita ne uske bandhgala ke button khole, aur Aarti ne belt. Raghav ki saans bhaari ho gayi. Sunita ghutno par baith kar uske lund ko muh mein liya, aur Aarti ne peechhe se uski kamar pakad li. Raghav, jo Dilli ki parties mein sab kuch dekh chuka tha, aaj pehli baar kaanp raha tha.
“Aaaaaah… bhabhi… aap dono to… main to socha tha humari tareef karenge, par aap log to humein hi khel gayin.”
Aur phir Aarti ne uska lund apni choot mein liya — diyon ke beech, rangoli ke upar, chaand ke neeche. Usne poori raftaar khud rakhi. Raghav ne haath badhaya uske seene par, par Aarti ne haath pakad liya — “Nahi. Abhi nahi. Abhi sirf maza lo.”
Udhar aangan ke kinare, taash ki table par baithe chaar mard apna apna glass bhool gaye the. Dev ka chehra toot raha tha — kyunki uska apna lund kadak tha, par Sunita uski nahi, Raghav ki thi. Siddharth muskura raha tha. Aur Ashok… Ashok ke haath se glass chhoot gaya. Karwachauth se Diwali Tak ki Chudai
Kamal ne dheere se kaha — “Bhaiyo… lagta hai humein ab ‘pati’ se ‘aadmi’ ka daur aane wala hai.”
Aadhi raat. Kamra badla.
Is baar Aarti aur Sunita ne Raghav ko kamre mein le ja kar palang par litaya. Aur do suhaginya ne use poora raat aisa khela, jaisa koi naye khilone ko khelta hai — baari baari, naye-naye aasan mein. Raghav ki kharraatein kamre se bahar aangan tak pahunch rahi thi.
Par sabse bada lamha aakhir mein aaya. Sunita ne chaar mardon ko andar bulaya. Raghav palang par, thaka hua. Aarti aur Sunita dono taraf.
Sunita ne kaha — “Aaj ka experiment kaamyaab raha. Aap chaaron ne sirf dekha. Achha kiya. Par ek baat yaad rakhna — aaj Raghav ji humare the. Aur agli Karwa Chauth… woh bhi humare honge. Aap log bas taali bajayenge.”
Ashok hasa, par Dev nahi hasa. Dev ne pucha — “Aur humara kya?”
Sunita uske paas gayi. Usne uske gaal par haath rakh kar kaha — “Tum humare pati ho na, Dev? Pati ka darja mita nahi. Bas… baari badal gayi. Ab hum chalayenge.”
Kamra khamosh. Aur Raghav — jo ab tak chup tha — uth kar baitha aur bola:
“Aap chaaron ko ek baat bata dun. Mere papa Kanpur ke officers se kaam karwate the. Woh kehte the — yahan kaam ke liye aadmi ka nahi, aurat ka darwaza kholna padta hai. Aaj samajh aaya.”
Aur usne Aarti ki taraf dekh kar kaha —
“Bhabhi, 40 crore ka contract kal sign ho jayega. Aur main Dilli jaunga. Par har mahine Kanpur aaunga. Aur aapke bina wapas nahi jaunga.”
Aarti ne apna mangalsutra sehla kar dekha. Us pal usse laga — is mangalsutra mein sindoor se zyada, kuch aur chadha hai.
Subah. Diwali ki subah.
Ghar mein phool, mithai, aur Lakshmi puja ki khushbu. Siddharth ne Raghav ke saath contract ki file par sign kar li. Baahar gaadi aayi. Raghav jaane wala tha.
Jaate-jaate usne Aarti ko dekha. Aur kaha —
“Bhabhi, ek baat. Papa ne aapki jo photo dikhayi thi… woh chori ki thi. Aapke ghar ki deewar se.”
Aarti hasi. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Bas Sunita ki taraf dekha.
Aur Sunita ne Raghav ke kaan mein kaha —
“Raghav ji, photo to rakhna. Agli Karwa Chauth pe chand ke saath… aapki bhi zaroorat padegi.”
Raghav gaadi mein baith gaya. Aur jaise hi gaadi muddee, Aarti ne Sunita se kaha —
“Sunita, agla target.”
“Bhabhi, agla to Karwa Chauth hai. Aur us din… mard sirf dekhenge.”
Aarti ne chand ki taraf dekha — jo Diwali ki subah bhi dhal chuka tha. Aur usne muskura kar kaha:
“Nahi. Agli Karwa Chauth pe… hum ek nahi, do laayenge. Aur mardon ko kursi bhi denge.”
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