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Tarak Mehta ne pehle mana kiya, phir dono ne sex kiya

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Speaker par Harsh ki hansi itni saaf thi ki main jooti ke feete bhi nahi khol paayi.

“Maine uski Holi ki dawat pehle hi nakaar di thi, Harsh. Meera ke saath dosti toot jaati.” Tarak Mehta ki awaaz aaram se nikal rahi thi, jaise usne saal bhar yeh jumla riyaz kiya ho.

Main frame se chipak kar ruki. Thali counter par rakhi thi aur namak abhi bhi chamak raha tha.

Vadodara ki balcony se garam hawa aa rahi thi. Gujarat, Bharat ke is shaam ke hisse mein neeche scooter ki awaaz bhi aa rahi thi.

Shelf ke kone mein pichhli Holi ka gulal ka dibba ab bhi seal mein pada tha. Uski patli dhool dekh kar samajh aa gaya yeh haath nahi laga tha.

Phone par Harsh bol raha tha, “Tu seedha bol de na.” Tarak hasa, “Seedha bolne se rishta bigadta hai. Maine choose kiya tha door rehna.”

Main andar aa gayi. Jootiyan ab bhi pehne hue thin. Dupatta kandhe se sarak raha tha.

“Door rehna tune choose kiya, mere saath baat kiye bagair?” Meri awaaz naram nahi thi.

Uski gardan kas gayi. Phone usne jaldi band kiya. Screen neeche rakhte hi uski ungliyan thami rahi.

“Meera, main samjha tha tum ja chuki ho. Yeh Harsh tha, bekaar ki baat.”

“Thali rakh ke main corridor mein thi. Speaker itna uncha tha ki Hindustan bhar ki dosti ki yeh aadat mujhe yahin sunayi di. Log na kah ke saal kaat dete hain.”

Woh sofe ke paas aaya, phir ruk gaya. “Woh Holi ki dawat thi, koi rishta nahi. Rang khelna bhi ek line paar karta hai.”

“Dawat thi, aur tune pehle hi kaat di. Main poochne aayi thi ki rang hai ya nahi. Tune message par sirf emoji bheja. Ab pata chala tune soch kar mana kiya.”

Uski aankhen meri taraf uthin. “Mujhe darr tha ki ek rang ke baad main tujhe chhod nahi paunga. Dosti meri zindagi ka sukoon thi.”

“Sukoon ke chakkar mein tune meri umar ke do saal kaat diye, Tarak Mehta. Main teessau ke paar hoon, tu bhi bachcha nahi. Yeh khel kab tak chalega?”

Purani dosti ka naya jhagda

“Maine tujhe nahi kaata,” usne kaha. “Maine khud ko kaata. Har shaam tu chai leke aati thi, main cup ko dosti ka cup hi rehne deta tha.”

“Cup dosti ka tha, lekin meri nazar nahi thi. Tu andha tha ya jaan boojh kar?”

Woh hasa, khisi awaaz. “Jaan boojh kar. Aur aaj bhi darr hai.”

Main aage badhi. Counter ki thali peeche reh gayi. “Darr rakh, lekin jhoot mat rakh. Main yahin khadi hoon. Jaana ho to bol, rukna ho to haath de.”

Usne haath nahi diya pehle. Uski nazar meri honth par ruki, phir meri aankhon par aayi. “Agar main haath doon to dosti khatam.”

“Dosti to tune pichhli Holi khatam kar di thi. Aaj kuch aur maang rahi hoon.”

Itna keh kar main uske shirt ke pehle button ke paas ruk gayi. Kapda garam tha. Uski saans meri kalaai par padi.

“Meera…” naam usne dheere liya.

“Haan ya nahi. Beech ka rasta mat nikal.”

Usne apna ek haath uthaya aur meri kalaai pakad li. Dabav zabardasti ka nahi tha. “Haan. Abhi. Bagair bhaashan ke.”

Usne chuma, pehle honth ke kone ko, phir poora. Main uske gale se chipak gayi. Dupatta chair par giraya maine, ek jhatke mein nahi, kandhe se sarka kar.

Uska munh namak aur chai jaisa tha. Meri ungliyan uske baal mein chali gayin. Woh peeche nahi hata. Sofe ke kinare tak hum dono dhakke se pahunche, lekin pehle dhakke mein bhi usne meri kamar ko sambhala.

Kurti ka zip peeche atka. “Yeh khol,” maine kaha, saans ke beech. Uske haath ne zip neeche kiya, kapda meri banhon se utra. Neeche cotton ka bra tha, halka neela. Uski nazar wahi ruki, phir usne poocha nahi, bas honth meri gardan par rakh diye.

Churidar ki nara main khud dheli ki. Kapda ghutnon tak utra, phir main usme se nikal kar sofe par baith gayi. Jootiyan ab bhi pairon mein thin, isliye maine unhe ek ek kar ke utara. Thandi tile se pair chhoote to ek pal ke liye hosh aaya, phir uska weight meri thighs par aa gaya.

Haan ke baad kareeb aana

Shirt ke baaki button usne khud khole. Chest par patla baal tha, paseena shuru ho chuka tha. Jeans ki belt ki tink usne jaldi ki, lekin condom ke liye wallet pehle nikala. Packet ko daanton se phaada, phir lund par roll kiya. Rubber ki patli line dikhi, tight.

Main uske kandhon se khinchi. “Ab mat soch.”

Woh sofe par ghutnon ke bal aaya. Meri panty side se sarki, geeli jagah havadar ho gayi. Uski do ungliyan dheere ghusi, phir nikal kar clitoris par ruki. Main kamar uthayi. Awaz nikal gayi, chhoti, gusse jaisi nahi.

“Itna geela kaise,” usne bas itna kaha, hairani mein, shikayat mein nahi.

“Saal bhar ka gussa bhi geela hota hai.”

Hansne ki jagah usne mujhe aur khola. Bra ka hook ek ungli se chhoota. Meri chuchiyaan thandi hawa mein aa gayin, phir uske munh mein. Daant nahi lage, sirf jeebh aur honth. Main uske baal kas kar pakde, lekin khincha nahi.

Lund meri chut ke muhane par tika. Condom ki thandi si surface ne ek pal rukwaya. Phir main khud neeche aayi. Woh andar aaya, dheere, ek saans mein poora nahi. Meri thighs uski kamar ke dono taraf bandh gayin.

Pehla fill itna tha ki meri aankhen band huin. Uski saans meri gardan par toot rahi thi. Hum dono kuch pal aise hi rahe, andar bahar ke beech, jaise koi aur faisla baki ho.

Phir usne hilaaya. Sofe ka spring halki awaaz par aaya. Meri peeth cushion se ragad khane lagi. Har dhakke par pichhli Holi ka na yaad aata, phir tut jata. Main uske kaan ke paas boli, “Ab door mat reh.”

Jawaan nahi, seedha. Usne meri ek taang uthayi, gahrayi badhi. Lund uski chut ko cheerta raha, condom ke saath, geele shabdon ke bina bhi samajh aa raha tha ki main rok nahi rahi.

“Meera, dekh.” Usne meri thuddi uthayi. Uski aankhen nam thin, royi hui nahi. Main uske honth phir se liye. Is baar daant bhi lage, halka.

Raftar badhi to sofe ne diwar ko chhua. Meri chuchiyaan uski chhati se ragad khane lagin. Paseena dono ke peit par mil gaya. Main upar se neeche khud bhi hili, gusse ko is kaam mein daal kar. Uska haath meri gaand ke neeche gaya, uthaya, angle badla.

“Yahin,” maine kaha. Aur kuch lamba nahi bola.

Woh thehra, poora andar, phir chhote chhote dhakke diye. Meri chut sipak rahi thi. Ungli usne beech mein wapas clitoris par rakh di. Do tarah ki garmi ek saath aayi. Meri saans unchi ho gayi, phir tuti. Pair sofe ki edge se latak rahe the, kanpti hui.

Jaldi nahi aayi main. Saal ka gussa pehle pighla, phir sharir ne liya. Ek lamba khinchaav pet ke neeche se uthha, meri ungliyan uske kandhon par gaddi gaad gayin. Main uske naam ke bina nikal gayi, sirf saans, sirf geeli pakad.

Uske baad usne apni raftar nahi chhodi. Condom ab bhi tha, tana hua. Meri thighs kaamp rahi thin, lekin maine usko andar hi rakha. Uski kamar ki harkat tez hui, phir ek jagah atak kar usne meri kamar dabaye rakha. Uski saans meri collarbone par garam padti rahi jab woh khatam hua, condom ke andar, bahar nahi.

Beech ki garam khamoshi

Kuch der hum aise hi rahe. Lund dheela hua to usne base pakad kar nikala. Condom ko knot dekar tissue par rakh diya, jo side table par pada tha. Main let gayi, poori nangi nahi, bra toh pehle hi khula tha, panty ek pair ke around atki hui.

Uski aankhen ceiling par thin. “Harsh ko kal bolunga ki speaker band rakhe.”

“Harsh ko mat bol. Yeh uski baat nahi.”

Woh meri taraf muda. “Maine jo na kaha tha, woh dosti ke naam par tha. Aaj jo hua, uska naam dosti nahi.”

Main uth kar baithi. Paseena ponchha, kurti ki taraf haath badhaya. Kapda pehenna practical laga, koi natak nahi. Churidar pairon se khincha, nara bandha. Bra hook lagaya, thoda tedha, phir theek.

Dupatta chair se liya, kandhe par dala. Pairon mein jootiyan wapas aayin. Tile ab itni thandi nahi lagi.

Tarak jeans ki belt karta raha, shirt ke do button hi lage. Woh uth kar kitchen ki taraf nahi gaya. Sofe par hi raha, meri taraf dekhta, jaise aur sawal ho, lekin usne nahi poocha.

Shelf wale kone par nazar gayi meri. Gulal ka dibba wahi tha, seal ke saath, dhool ke saath. Pichhli Holi ka woh na ab bhi plastic ke neeche band tha.

Dibba leke seedhi utarna

Main us tak gayi. Dibba haath mein aaya, halka, ab bhi naya. Tarak ne dekha, muh nahi khola.

Darwaza kholte waqt thali wahi counter par thi. Usse nahi chhua. Corridor ki raushni neeche se aa rahi thi, Vadodara ki society ki woh purani peeli light.

Seedhi utarti hui main ruk kar dibba chhati se sata liya. Pehla na ab meri mutthi mein tha, rang abhi bhi band, lekin saath.

Upar flat ka darwaza band hua, ek saadi click. Main neeche chali gayi, gulal ke dibbe ko bag jaisa nahi, faisle jaisa liye hue.

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