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Patiala Peg aur Parda: Ek Shauhar Ki Kahani
Pehla Hissa: Ghar Ka Maahaul
Ahmed ka ghar Patiala ke ek purane mohalle mein tha—tang galiyaan aur chhota sa aangan. Do bacchon ki awaazein kitchen se aati thi, jahan Shabana unke liye nashta tayyar karti. Shabana ek shareef aur chup-chaap aurat thi—dupatta pehenti, nazrein jhukaye rakhti, aur ghar ke kaam mein lagi rehti. Uski saadi si shakal aur bhara hua jism dhyan kheenchta tha, lekin woh isse anjaan thi. Jab woh chalti, toh saree mein lapeti gaand aisi matakti ki mohalle ke mard apne aap ko rok na paate. Ahmed yeh sab notice karta, aur dil hi dil mein usse ek ajeeb sa maza aata tha.
Ahmed ek multinational company mein accountant tha. 38 saal ka tha, lekin pait nikalne ki wajah se 45 ka lagta. Uska chhota sa lun ab pehle jaisa sakht nahi hota tha—do minute mein jhad jata, aur Shabana ke saath waqt guzarna uske liye ek farz sa ban gaya tha. Lekin uski dilchaspian alag thi. Raat ko jab ghar wale so jaate, woh phone pe cuckold porn dekhta—videos jahan shauhar apni biwi ko doosron ke saath dekhte aur maze lete. Yeh soch uske dil-o-dimag mein ghar kar gayi thi.
Ghar mein Ahmed ki chhoti behen, Sana, bhi rehti thi. 25 saal ki Sana bhi Shabana jaisi shareef thi—sharmaati, chup-chaap, aur apne kaam se kaam rakhti. Jab Ahmed aur Shabana saath hote, Sana sharam se pani-pani ho jaati aur chupke se apne kamre mein chali jaati. Ahmed ko yeh baat excite karti. Woh sochta, “Kya pata iske dil mein bhi kuch chhupa ho?”
Ek din Ahmed ke dimaag mein nayi chaal aayi. Usne ek nayi SIM li, aur apne aap ko ek larka banker Shabana ko message kiya. “Sorry ji, galti se call ho gaya tha,” usne likha. Shabana ne pehle jawab nahi diya, lekin jab doosra message aaya—“Aapka number kitna unique hai, pata nahi kyun save kar liya”—toh usne likha, “Koi baat nahi, galti ho jaati hai.” Ahmed ke chehre pe muskurahat aa gayi. Yeh shuruaat thi.
Doosra Hissa: Chhoti Chhoti Shaitaaniyaan
Ahmed ke liye har din ek nayi kahani ka pehla panna ban raha tha. Office se wapas aane ke baad woh apne kamre mein darwaza band karta, phone haath mein leta, aur nayi SIM se Shabana ko message karta. “Aapka din kaisa raha, ji?” usne ‘Ravi’ ban kar likha. Shabana kitchen mein thi, aloo parathe bana rahi thi, bacchon ke liye doodh garam karte hue. Usne phone dekha aur thodi jhijhak ke baad likha, “Bas ghar ka kaam, subah bacchon ko tayyar kiya.”
Ahmed ne jawab diya, “Wah, aap toh ghar ka saara bojh uthati hain. Kitne log hain ghar mein waise?” Shabana ne likha, “Main, mere shauhar, do bacche, aur ek nanad.” Ahmed ke dil mein thodi si garmi daud gayi—nanad ka zikr uske dimaag ko Sana ki taraf le gaya, lekin woh ‘Ravi’ tha, toh baat aage badhaya. “Accha, toh aap ghar sambhaalti hain?” Shabana ne likha, “Haan, yahi meri zindagi hai.” Ahmed ne likha, “Aapki awaaz badi pyaari hogi, kabhi suna nahi lekin laga jaise sukoon wali baat hai.” Shabana ka chehra thoda laal ho gaya—yeh baat usse ajeeb lagi, lekin dil mein ek chhota sa ehsaas jag utha. Usne kitchen ka kaam jaldi khatam kiya aur kamre mein jaakar chadar odh li. “Shukriya, lekin main aapko nahi jaanti. Yeh baat karna theek nahi lagta,” usne likha. Ahmed ne jawab diya, “Arre, bas dosti ki baat hai. Aap itni achhi hain, dil karta hai roz baat karun.” Shabana chup rahi, lekin uske zehan mein sawal utha—kya yeh galat hai, ya bas chhota sa mazaak?
Raat ko thandi hawa ghar ke jharokhon se andar aa rahi thi. Ahmed aur Shabana bistar pe lete the, bacche so rahe the. Ahmed ne Shabana ke kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Tumhein kabhi laga hai ke bazaar mein log tumhein ghaurte hain?” Shabana ne chadar kheench li aur sharmate hue kaha, “Ahmed, yeh kya baat kar rahe ho? Main toh dupatta rakhti hoon.” Ahmed hans pada, “Haan, lekin jab tum chalti ho, woh saree mein lapeti gaand… woh matak kisi khwab se kam nahi.” Shabana ke gaal laal ho gaye, “Ahmed, chup karo! Yeh gandi baatein kyun karte ho?” Ahmed ne uska haath pakda aur bola, “Main toh bas keh raha hoon, agar koi doosra mard tumhein aise dekhe, toh uska kya haal hoga? Socha hai kabhi?” Shabana ne nazrein jhuka li, “Tumhein sharam nahi aati aisi baatein bolte hue?” Lekin Ahmed ke dil mein wohi junoon jag raha tha—uski shareef biwi ko gandi banane ka khayal usse pagal kar raha tha.
Doosre din subah Ahmed office ke liye tayyar hua. Shabana ne bacchon ko nashta diya, aur phir ‘Ravi’ ka message aaya, “Aaj kahan ja rahi hain, Shabana ji?” Shabana ne paratha banate hue likha, “Bazaar, Purani Mandi mein bacchon ke liye kuch saman lena hai.” Ahmed ne likha, “Wahan koi mard dikhe toh batana, usne tumhein dekha ya nahi. Bas mazaak mein keh raha hoon.” Shabana ne socha yeh baat ajeeb hai, lekin dil mein ek chhota sa khayal aaya—shayad yeh bas ek chhoti si baat hai. Usne likh diya, “Theek hai, dekhti hoon.”
Bazaar mein bheed thi. Shabana jab sabzi waale ke paas pahunchi, ek buddha sabzi waala uske jhukte waqt uske bhare hue mammon ki taraf ghoor raha tha. Shabana ne jaldi dupatta theek kiya, dil mein chhoti si sharam mehsoos ki, lekin aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa ehsaas bhi tha. Usne phone nikala aur ‘Ravi’ ko likha, “Ek buddha ghoor raha tha.” Ahmed, jo office ke washroom mein chhupa tha, ne yeh padha aur uska dil zor se dhadka. “Usne kahan dekha?” usne poochha. Shabana ne sharmate hue likha, “Mere… upar ki taraf.” Ahmed ke chehre pe shaitaani muskurahat aa gayi—uski biwi ka yeh jawab uske liye chhoti si jeet tha.
Shaam ko ghar wapas aane ke baad Ahmed ne Shabana se baat chedi. “Tumhare saath ghar mein aur kaun rehta hai, waise?” usne jaan bujh kar poochha, jaise usse pata na ho. Shabana ne kaha, “Tum toh jante ho—bacche, main, aur Sana.” Ahmed ne sochne ka natak kiya, “Accha, Sana… woh toh badi shareef hai na?” Shabana hans di, “Haan, bilkul. Tumhein pata hai, woh kitni sharmaati hai.” Ahmed ne dil mein socha, “Haan, lekin uski sharam bhi ek din khul jayegi.” Usne Shabana se mazak mein kaha, “Kabhi usse bhi baat nahi karti kya, doosron ke saath?” Shabana ne kaha, “Arre, woh toh ghar se bahar bhi mushkil se nikalti hai.” Ahmed ke dimaag mein nayi shaitaani idea aayi—Sana ko bhi is khel mein shamil karne ka.
Teesra Hissa: Tarpane Ka Khel
Shabana ke liye din ab thodi si alag si rangat le rahe the. ‘Ravi’ ke messages ab uske phone pe roz aane lage the, aur woh har baar jawab dene se pehle thodi der sochti—kya yeh theek hai? Lekin phir bhi kuch likh deti. Ek dopahar woh kitchen mein thi, bacchon ke liye khana bana rahi thi, jab phone ki ghanti baji. ‘Ravi’ ka call tha. Shabana ne jaldi se haath pochhe, dupatta theek kiya, aur call uthaya. “Hello, Shabana ji,” Ravi ki awaaz aayi, thodi bhari aur thodi shaitaani. “Aapki awaaz sunne ka dil kiya, bas yun hi call kar diya.” Shabana ka dil thoda zor se dhadka. “Yeh kyun kar rahe hain aap? Main aapko nahi jaanti,” usne sharmate hue kaha.
Shabana ka chehra laal ho gaya—yeh mazak usse thoda bura laga, lekin usne chup rahi. “Aap aaj kya kar rahi thi?” Ravi ne poochha. “Bas ghar ka kaam,” Shabana ne jawab diya, apne haathon se roti belte hue. “Accha, aur woh shauhar sahab kya karte hain? Pait nikal aaya hoga unka, office mein baith-baith kar?” Ravi ne thodi si shaitaani se poochha. Shabana ko gussa aaya, lekin usne bas kaha, “Woh kaam karte hain, ghar chalate hain.” Ravi ne baat aage badhai, “Haan, lekin raat ko kya? Unka woh chhota sa… matlab, stamina toh bacha nahi hoga ab.” Shabana ka haath roti pe ruk gaya. “Yeh kya gandi baatein kar rahe hain?” usne gusse mein kaha, lekin Ravi hans diya, “Arre mazak tha, Shabana ji. Aap toh bura maan gayi.”
Call ab thodi der tak chali. Ravi ne baat ko ghuma-ghuma kar Shabana ko tarpana shuru kiya. “Aap jab chalti hain, log kya dekhte honge?” usne dheere se poochha. Shabana ne jawab diya, “Main dupatta rakhti hoon, koi nahi dekhta.” Ravi ne thodi si shaitaani awaaz mein kaha, “Haan, lekin woh kameez ke neeche jo matak hoti hai, woh toh chhupti nahi na? Bazaar mein sabzi waala bhi toh ghoorta hoga.” Shabana ke kaan laal ho gaye, lekin usne chup rah kar sunti rahi. “Aap aise kyun bol rahe hain?” usne poochha, lekin awaaz mein thodi si jhijhak thi. Ravi ne baat ko aur aage badhaya, “Main toh bas soch raha hoon, jab aap jhukti hain, toh upar ka ubhar dikhta hai. Lekin jab aap chalti hain, toh neeche ka… matlab, peeche ka maza alag hai. Kya aapne kabhi ghaur kiya?”
Shabana ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne phone ka speaker band kiya aur kaan se laga liya, taaki bacche na sun lein. “Aapko sharam nahi aati aisi baatein karte hue?” usne kaha.Main toh bas sach bol raha hoon.” Yeh anti-Islamic mazak Shabana ke dil mein chubha, lekin uski awaaz mein woh gussa nahi tha jo pehle hota tha. Ravi ne baat ko aur ganda kiya, “Aapki woh matakti gaand ko dekh kar toh koi bhi pagal ho jaye. Kabhi socha hai ke log uske baare mein kya sochte honge?” Shabana ne jaldi se kaha, “Bas karo, yeh galat hai,” lekin uski awaaz mein ek ajeeb si kampan thi.
Call khatam hone ke baad Shabana ne phone side pe rakha aur paani ka glass piya. Uske haath thodi der tak kaanpte rahe. Ravi ki baatein uske dimaag mein ghoom rahi thi—pehli baar usne apne jism ko aise socha, jaise woh kisi doosre ki nazar se dekh rahi ho. Ahmed, jo office mein baitha tha aur yeh sab plan kar raha tha, apne washroom ke cubicle mein chhup kar khud ko chhoo raha tha. Shabana ka sharmila jawab “mere… upar ki taraf” abhi bhi uske kaanon mein goonj raha tha, aur ab usne ‘Ravi’ ke roop mein baat ko gaand tak le jaane ka faisla kiya tha. Uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha—yeh khel ab mazedaar hota ja raha tha.
Chautha Hissa: Raat Ka Ganda Khel
Shaam ko Ahmed ghar aaya, apne haathon mein office ka bag tha, lekin uska dimaag kahin aur tha. Shabana chup-chaap khana bana rahi thi—uske haathon mein belan tha, lekin uski aankhein thodi bhaari thi, chehra thoda laal. Ahmed ne usse dekha aur dil mein shaitaani muskurahat aayi—woh jaanta tha ‘Ravi’ ka jadoo chal raha tha. Khana khane ke baad bacche apne kamre mein so gaye, aur ghar mein sannata chha gaya. Thandi hawa jharokhon se andar aa rahi thi, lekin Ahmed ke dil mein ek garmi si thi jo usse chain nahi lene de rahi. Woh Shabana ke saath bistar pe let gaya, aur chadar ke neeche uska haath dheere se uski kamar pe rakha.
“Shabana,” usne kaan mein dheere se kaha, “aaj bazaar mein koi tujhe ghoor raha tha kya?” Shabana ne chadar kheench li aur sharmate hue boli, “Ahmed, yeh kya baat kar rahe ho? Main toh dupatta rakhti hoon.” Ahmed ne uski kamar pe haath dheere se dabaya aur bola, “Arre, sach bol na. Jab tu chalti hai, teri woh matakti gaand ko kaun nahi dekhta? Koi lund khada kar ke ghoorta hoga na.” Shabana ka chehra ek dum laal ho gaya, “Ahmed, yeh kya gande alfaaz bol rahe ho? Chup karo!” Lekin Ahmed rukne wala nahi tha. Usne Shabana ke kaan ke paas muh le jakar bola, “Main toh bas soch raha hoon, koi tujhe dekhe, teri gaand ko ghoore, aur sochta ho ki isse dabaye, isse masle. Tujhe kaisa lagega yeh soch kar?”
Shabana ne sharam se muh chadar mein chhupa liya, “Tum pagal ho gaye ho kya? Yeh sab kya bol rahe ho?” Ahmed ne uska haath pakda aur apne neeche dabaya, jahan uska chhota sa lun abhi naram tha. “Soch zara,” woh bola, “koi jawan ladka bazaar mein tujhe dekhe, teri gaand ka ubhar dekhe, aur uska lund khada ho jaye. Woh sochta ho ki tujhe peeche se pakad loon, teri saree utaar doon, aur teri bharpoor gaand ko apne haathon mein bhar loon.” Shabana ka dil zor se dhadakne laga, lekin usne kuch der baad Ahmed ke jism mein ek ajeeb si harkat mehsoos ki. Jab woh doosron ke baare mein bol raha tha—kisi anjaan mard ke Shabana ko ghoorne ki baat—uska lun phatakne laga. Pehle naram pada tha, lekin ab dheere-dheere sakht hota ja raha tha.
“Yeh kya hai?” Shabana ne dil mein socha, Ahmed ke haath ko chhupte hue dekhte hue. Ahmed ne baat jari rakhi, “Teri gaand itni bharpoor hai, koi bhi usme haath daal kar masal dega. Soch, koi tujhe peeche se pakad le, tera yeh shareefpan nikal jaye, aur woh tujhe apna lund dikhaye.” Shabana ke muh se ek chhoti si siski nikal gayi, “Ahmed, bas karo, yeh gandagi kyun bol rahe ho?” Lekin tabhi usne mehsoos kiya—Ahmed ka lun ab poora khada ho gaya tha, aur jab woh “koi doosra mard” ya “lund” bolta, toh uska jism thodi si kampan ke saath react karta. Shabana ka dimaag ghoom gaya—kya uska shauhar sach mein yeh soch kar garam hota hai ke koi aur usse dekhe, usse chahe?
Ahmed ne Shabana ko aur tarpaya, “Teri woh matakti gaand ko dekh kar koi bhi tujhe chodne ko tarsega. Soch, koi tujhe bazaar ke kone mein le jaye, teri saree uthaye, aur teri gaand pe haath phere.” Shabana ki saansein tez ho gayi—woh sharam se mar rahi thi, lekin Ahmed ke jism ka woh phatakna uske dimaag mein ghar kar gaya. “Tumhein yeh sab kyun acha lagta hai?” usne poochha, awaaz mein sharam aur hairani dono. Ahmed hans pada, “Kyuki main tujhe aisi gandi nazron mein dekhta hoon jaise koi doosra mard dekhega. Tera woh jism, teri yeh gaand—koi bhi tujhe apne neeche dabana chahega, aur main woh soch kar…” Usne baat adhoori chhodi, lekin Shabana ne mehsoos kiya ke Ahmed ka lun ab poori tarah sakht tha, aur uske chehre pe ek ajeeb si muskurahat thi.
Shabana chup ho gayi, lekin uski aankhein khuli rahi. Ahmed ne uske jism ko chhua, lekin jaisa har baar us ko chodte huwai dhai minute hi huwai the kwohi huwa jo her baar hota tha, uska lun do minute mein thanda ho gaya. Woh so gaya, lekin Shabana raat bhar jagti rahi. Ravi ki baatein—Ahmed ki baatein—dono ek saath uske dimaag mein ghoom rahi thi. Jab Ahmed ne kaha, “koi tujhe chodne ko tarsega,” toh uska lun khada hua tha. Yeh ehsaas Shabana ke shareef dil mein ek ajeeb si garmi bhar raha tha—kya uska shauhar sach mein chahta tha ke koi aur usse dekhe, usse ganda kare? Usne chadar kheench li, lekin neend nahi aayi. Uska dil aur dimaag dono lad rahe the—sharam aur ek nayi si chingaari ke beech.
Panchwan Hissa: Ahmed Ki Zillat Aur Shabana Ka Bechain Dil
Subah ka waqt tha jab Shabana uthi, uska chehra gusse se laal tha. Raat bhar Ahmed ki baatein aur uska lun ka phatakna uske dimaag mein ghoom raha tha. Woh kitchen mein chali gayi, bacchon ke liye nashta banane lagi—roti belte waqt uske haath thodi si kampan mein the. Ahmed drawing room mein aaya, apne haathon mein chai ka cup liye, jab Shabana ne usse teekhi nazron se dekha. “Ahmed, yeh kya harkatein hain jo tum kar rahe ho? Raat ko woh gandi baatein, yeh sab kya hai? Main thak gayi hoon isse!” usne gusse mein kaha. Ahmed ne sar jhuka liya, thodi si sharmindagi ka natak kiya, aur bola, “Shabana, mujhe maaf kar do. Main bas mazak kar raha tha, dil behlane ke liye.” Shabana ne uska haath zor se pakda aur boli, “Nahi, Ahmed! Yeh mazak nahi, yeh gandagi hai. Tum mujhe wada karo ke aainda aisi harkatein nahi karoge—na aisi baatein karoge, na mujhe tang karoge!” Ahmed ne foran haath jod kar kaha, “Theek hai, main wada karta hoon. Ab se yeh sab band.” Shabana ne uski aankhon mein dekha, thodi si tasalli hui, aur usne socha, “Shukar hai, ab yeh sharamnaak baatein khatam hongi.” Lekin Ahmed ke dil mein ek shaitaani chal rahi thi. Woh man hi man muskuraya aur socha, “Shauhar ban kar toh main chup rahunga, lekin ‘Ravi’ ban kar tujhe maze doonga. Ab ek naya khel shuru hoga.”
Ahmed ka dimag tezi se chalne laga. Woh sochne laga, “Shabana ko ab kaise tadpaun? Usse line pe kaise laaun?” Usne ek shaitaani idea socha—apni zillat ka drama karwana, taaki Shabana ke dil mein ek naya ehsaas jage. Dopahar ko jab Shabana bacchon ko khana khila rahi thi, Ahmed chupke se apne kamre mein gaya, darwaza band kiya, aur nayi SIM se ek kiraye ke gunde ko phone kiya. “Suno,” Ahmed ne ‘Ravi’ ban kar kaha, “mujhe ek kaam chahiye, jaldi ka hai. Tumhein 10 hazar rupay milenge agar tum ek aadmi ko zaleel karo. Patiala ke Purani Mandi mein ek shaks hai—Ahmed. Jab woh bazaar se guzar raha ho, tum usse tang karna. Usse ‘chhote lund wala’ kehna, ‘gandu’ bolna, aur uske saamne apna bada sa lund nikaal kar dikhana. Kehna, ‘Yeh hota hai lund, woh nahi jo tere paas hai—woh toh chhoti si nunni hai.’ Apne doston ko bula kar uspe zor zor se hansna.Bas itna karna, aur agar bazaar wale beech mein aayein, toh wahan se bhag jana.” Gunde ne haan kardi, aur Ahmed ne kaha, “Paise mohalle ke ek ghar ke kone pe pathar ke neeche rakh doonga, wahan se utha lena.”
Shaam ke waqt Ahmed ne Shabana se kaha, “Chalo, thoda bazaar ho aate hain, kuch saman lena hai.” Shabana tayyar ho gayi, dupatta theek kiya, aur dono Purani Mandi ki taraf chal pade. Raste mein ek gunda apne teen char doston ke saath aaya. Ahmed ko dekh kar usne zor se chillaya, “Arre yeh dekho, chhote lund wala gandu aaya hai!” Usne apni pant kholi aur apna mota, lamba lund bahar nikaala, Shabana ke saamne lehrate hue bola, “Dekh, yeh hota hai lund! Tere shauhar ki nunni toh bacchon wali hai— Uske dost zor zor se hansne lage, ek ne kaha, “Arre iski duaon se toh lund bhi nahi khada hota hoga!” Gunda Shabana ki taraf bada, “Bhabhi, teri gaand toh ekdum mast hai, yeh matak dekh kar koi bhi pagal ho jaye. Yeh mamme toh dabane ke liye bane hain—ek baar haath laga doon?” Usne haath aage badhaya, lekin bazaar ke log beech mein aa gaye, chillane lage, “Yeh kya gandagi hai!” Gunda aur uske dost wahan se bhag gaye.
Ghar wapas aakar Ahmed ne rone ka natak shuru kiya. Woh bistar pe baith gaya, haath se aankhein pochhta hua bola, “Shabana, yeh kya ho gaya? Meri bazaar mein itni beizzati ho gayi, woh bhi teri aankhon ke saamne!” Shabana ka dil thoda naram hua, woh Ahmed ke paas baith gayi aur boli, “Ahmed, chhod do. Woh ek gunda tha, pagal tha. Koi baat nahi, log bhool jayenge.” Ahmed ne thodi der tak rone ka drama kiya, lekin dil mein woh hans raha tha. Shabana ka haal alag tha—usne apni zindagi mein pehle kabhi itna bada lund nahi dekha tha. Woh lehrata hua lund uski aankhon ke saamne se hat nahi raha tha. Jab woh kitchen mein khana banane gayi, roti belte waqt uski nazar baar baar us scene pe jati. Bacchon se baat karte waqt, kapde dhote waqt, har jagah woh gunde ka woh mota, lamba lund uske dimag mein ghoom raha tha. Uska dil bechain tha—sharam, dar, aur ek ajeeb si uttejana ka mila jula ehsaas usse pareshan kar raha tha.
Ahmed yeh sab jaanta tha. Shaam ko usne ‘Ravi’ ban kar Shabana ko phone kiya. “Shabana ji, kya haal hai?” usne shuru kiya. Shabana ki awaaz thodi thaki hui thi. Ravi ne poochha, “Kya baat hai? Tum udaas lag rahi ho.” Shabana chup rahi, kuch bolna nahi chahti thi. Ravi ne thodi si baatein ki, usse behlaya, aur phir poochha, “Bolo na, kya hua?” Shabana ne sharmate hue kaha, “Bazaar mein ek gunda tha… usne Ahmed ko tang kiya.” Ravi ne thodi si shaitaani se poochha, “Accha? Kya kiya usne?” Shabana ne dheere se kaha, “Usne… apna… dikhaya.” Ravi zor se hans pada, “Arre waah, lund dikhaya? Kaisa tha? Bada mota hoga na? Tumne pehle kabhi aisa nahi dekha hoga!” Shabana chup ho gayi. Ravi ne mazak uraya, “Tumhare shauhar ki chhoti si nunni se toh kitna bada hoga na?” Shabana ke paas jawab nahi tha, uska gala sookh gaya. Ravi ne aur chheda, “Ab toh bazaar ka masla khatam ho gaya, phir bhi tension kyun hai?” Shabana chup rahi, lekin Ravi ne baat nikalwai. “Kuch nahi,” Shabana ne kaha, lekin Ravi ne dabaya, “Bolo na!” Aakhir Shabana boli, “Maine pehle kabhi itna bada nahi dekha.” Ravi hans pada, “Lund toh hota hi aisa hai, tumne ab tak kya dekha tha? Apne shauhar ki nunni?” Shabana phans gayi, uske paas jawab nahi tha, aur phone rakhne ke siwa koi chara nahi tha.
Raat ko Ahmed aur Shabana bistar pe lete. Ahmed ne Shabana se wada kiya tha ke woh gandi baatein nahi karega, lekin usne Shabana ka haal dekha—uski aankhein bhaari thi, saansein thodi tez. Woh dheere se Shabana ke kandhe pe haath rakha, phir uske mammon ke nipple pe ungli pherna shuru kiya. Shabana ne aankhein band kar li, kuch nahi boli. Ahmed ne dheere se uski choot pe haath lagaya—woh geeli thi, bilkul bheegi hui. “Yeh kya hai, Shabana?” Ahmed ne poochha, “Tu geeli kyun hai? Koi wajah hai kya?” Shabana ne jaldi se kaha, “Koi wajah nahi, main abhi washroom se aayi thi, paani laga hoga.” Ahmed dil mein hans pada—woh jaanta tha ke wajah woh gunde ka lund tha jo Shabana ke dimag mein ghoom raha tha. Usne Shabana ko thodi si chheda, “Acha? Phir yeh garmi kyun hai? Tere jism mein yeh aag kahan se aayi?” Shabana ne muh pher liya, lekin Ahmed ke dil mein shaitaani chal rahi thi. Woh soch raha tha, “Shabana ab us bade lund ke baare mein soch rahi hai, aur yeh mere plan ka agla hissa hai.” Usne Shabana ko chhod diya, lekin dil mein ek naya plan banane laga—ab Shabana ko aur gahre paani mein le jana tha.
Chhata Hissa: Shabana Ka Molvi Pan Aur Ahmed Ka Naya Khel
Subah jab Shabana uthi, uska dil phir se purane molvi pan mein doob gaya. Woh bistar se utri, haath muh dhoya, aur kitchen mein jaate waqt Ahmed ko dekha jo chai pee raha tha. Usne gusse se uski taraf dekha aur boli, “Ahmed, yeh kya hai? Raat ko phir woh gandi baatein, ab bas karo! Main kehti hoon ke aainda hum is gandagi se door rahenge.” Ahmed ka chehra latak gaya, usne chai ka cup side pe rakha aur dheere se bola, “Shabana, main toh bas…” Lekin Shabana ne baat kaat di, “Nahi! Tum mujhse wada karo ke ab yeh sab band karoge—na gandi baatein, na yeh shaitaani harkatein!” Ahmed ne na chahte hue bhi haath jod liye, “Theek hai, main wada karta hoon.” Lekin dil mein woh soch raha tha, “Yeh wada toh shauhar ka hai, ‘Ravi’ ka nahi. Ab naya plan banega.”
Shabana ko Ahmed ka wada sun kar thodi tasalli hui, usne socha, “Ab shayad yeh gandagi khatam ho.” Lekin Ahmed ka dimag ek shaitaani factory ban chuka tha. Woh sochne laga, “Ab Shabana ko kaise garam rakha jaye jab wada kar liya hai?” Usne raat ka intezaar kiya. Jab ghar mein sannata chha gaya, bacche so gaye, aur thandi hawa jharokhon se andar aane lagi, Ahmed Shabana ke paas bistar pe gaya. Usne pehle dheere se uska haath pakda, phir uski kamar pe haath phera. Shabana ne aankhein band ki, kuch nahi boli. Ahmed ka haath dheere dheere uski gaand pe gaya, usne uske gore, bharpoor chootadon ko dabaya aur bola, “Shabana, tu kitni garam hai.” Shabana ki saansein tez huin, lekin usne chup rahi. Ahmed ne apna haath aage badhaya, uske mammon tak pahuncha, ek nipple pe ungli pherna shuru kiya, phir muh laga kar choosne laga. Shabana ke muh se ek halki si siski nikli, “Ahmed…”
Ahmed ne uski awaaz suni aur bola, “Ab main teri choot mein ungli daal raha hoon.” Shabana garam ho chuki thi, usne kuch nahi kaha, bas aankhein band rakhi. Ahmed ne dheere se ungli andar daali, Shabana ki choot geeli thi, usne siskari li, “Si… si…” Ahmed ne ungli tezi se chalani shuru ki, Shabana ka jism kampne laga. Usne Ahmed ka baazu kheenchne ki koshish ki, jaise ishara de rahi ho ke ab woh uspe chadh sakta hai. Yeh Ahmed ka plan tha—usne socha tha ke Shabana ko garam karke apna lund daalega, lekin sath sath woh apne chhote se lund ki muth bhi maar raha tha. Jaise hi woh Shabana ki choot ke qareeb gaya, usne lund andar daala, aur doosre hi pal uska pani nikal gaya. Shabana abhi poori tarah garam thi, uski choot abhi bhi tadap rahi thi, lekin Ahmed ka lund thanda pad gaya. Woh gusse mein muh pher kar let gayi, aur Ahmed ne dil mein socha, “Plan kamyaab ho gaya—ab yeh tadpegi.”
Ahmed ne Shabana se kaha, “Ab main kya kar sakta hoon? Shayad mera naseeb hi aisa hai.” Shabana ko thoda tars aaya, usne bola, “Nahi, hum baad mein dobara try karenge.” Lekin andar hi andar Shabana ke dil mein ek pyas thi jo ab ubal rahi thi—Ahmed ka chhota lund uski aag bujha nahi pa raha tha. Ahmed ne socha, “Ab ise thodi tasalli doonga.” Usne Shabana se kaha, “Mujhe apni galti sudharne ka mauka toh do. Main apne haath se teri choot ragdoonga, taaki tu bhi thandi ho jaye. Aise mujhe tasalli nahi hogi—kal sara din office mein yeh sochta rahunga ke tu pyasi hai. Yeh sehat ke liye bhi acha nahi.” Shabana chup rahi. Ahmed ne uski choot pe haath rakha, dheere dheere ragadna shuru kiya. Ek dum uske kaan mein bola, “Tu kya soch rahi hai?” Shabana chaunk padi, “Kuch nahi.” Ahmed ne kaha, “Nahi, tu mujhe apna nahi samajhti.” Shabana boli, “Agar apna nahi samajhti toh aise thodi karne deti?” Ahmed ne kaha, “Hum mian biwi hain, ek doosre se share karna chahiye. Abhi kya soch rahi hai? Bina soche toh pani nikal nahi sakta—jaise mera tujhe soch ke nikal gaya tha. Teri yeh badi gaand, yeh mote mamme, itni sexy biwi—mera toh waise hi pani nikal gaya. Tu kya soch rahi hai?”
Shabana ne kaha, “Kuch nahi soch rahi.” Ahmed ne zor diya, “Bata na!” Shabana boli, “Sach mein kuch nahi.” Ahmed ne shaitaani se kaha, “Main bataun kya soch rahi hai?” Shabana ne jaldi se mana kiya, “Nahi! Maine tujhse wada liya tha ke hum aisi baatein nahi karenge.” Ahmed hans pada, “Dekha, pakdi gayi! Tu wahi soch rahi thi jis ke baare mein tune mujhse wada liya tha.” Shabana chup ho gayi. Ahmed ne kaha, “Chalo, main tujhe subah tak ijazat deta hoon—jo sochna hai soch le, apna pani nikal le.” Usne phir ungli chalani shuru ki, Shabana chupchap leti rahi, uski halki siskariyan nikalti rahi. Woh maze leti rahi, phir ek dum usne Ahmed ko panjon se pakda, uski choot ka pani nikal gaya. Dono gale lag kar so gaye.
Subah Ahmed ne Shabana se kaha, “Tu mera shukriya nahi karegi?” Shabana ne poochha, “Kis baat ka?” Ahmed ne kaha, “Maine tujhe raat ko maza diya, subah tak sochne ki mohlat di.” Shabana muskura di, “Kis baat ka?” Ahmed ne kaha, “Tujhe pata hai—jis baat ka tune mujhse wada liya tha, usi ka.” Shabana ne kaha, “Nahi, maine aisa nahi socha.” Ahmed ne kaha, “Hum mian biwi hain, dost bhi hain. Agar tu mujhe dost samajhti, toh mujhse share karti. Ab mera shukriya ada kar.” Shabana ne kaha, “Acha, theek hai—thank you.” Ahmed hans pada, “Dekha, tu usi baare mein soch rahi thi!” Dono chai peete hue khilkhila kar hansne lage.
Agli subah 9 baje gaon se phone aaya—tau aur tai aa rahe the. Ahmed yeh sun kar udaas ho gaya—uske hos poori karne aur plan banane ka waqt nahi milne wala tha. Woh office chala gaya, lekin raaste mein ‘Ravi’ ban kar Shabana ko phone kiya. Shabana ne uthaya, “Hello?” Ravi ne kaha, “Shabana ji, kya haal hai? Aaj badi khushi mein lag rahi ho.” Shabana ne kaha, “Kuch nahi, bas aise hi.” Ravi ne chheda, “Lagta hai bhai sahab ne raat ko kamal dikhaya hai?” Shabana chup rahi, phir boli, “Maine tujhse kaha tha na ke gandi baatein na kar.” Lekin Ravi, jo asal mein Ahmed tha, apni magan mein tha. Usne kaha, “Batao na, kyun itni khush ho? Tera shauhar hai, nanad hai, lekin dost nahi. Mujhe dost samajh sakti hai—main toh tujhse mila bhi nahi hoon. Apna dil halka kar.”
Shabana ne kaha, “Theek hai, magar aisi koi baat nahi. Main apne shauhar ke saath khush hoon.” Ravi ne phir wahi baat shuru ki, “Arre, us gunde ka bada lund yaad hai na? Hum mardo ka toh lund bada hota hai, tum logon ka pata nahi—shayad bada ho, lekin us gunde ka lund dekh kar toh tu hairan reh gayi na? Matlab tujhe pehle itna bada nahi dikha hoga!” Shabana gusse mein boli, “Maine tujhse mana kiya tha ke aisi baatein na kar!” Ravi ne kaha, “Acha, topic change karte hain. Maine tujhse pehle kaha tha ke jab bahar jao toh batao ke kaun tujhe ghoor raha hai—ab tu woh bhi nahi batati?” Phir Ravi ne teen char aur indirect gande mazak kiye, “hum toh khula chhodte hain!” Shabana chup rahi, lekin dil mein thodi si hansi bhi aayi.
Ravi ne kaha, “Tu jo itna pareshan rehti hai, tujhe kisi psychiatrist se milna chahiye. Woh tujhe acha mashwara dega.” Yeh Ahmed ka naya plan tha—ghar mein ab woh khula khel nahi khel sakta tha, toh psychiatrist ka idea aaya. Usne kaha, “Ek ache doctor se mil, woh tera haal sunega.” Shabana ne kaha, “Main apne shauhar se kaise ijazat loon?” Ravi ne kaha, “Bol de ke tere sar mein dard hai, doctor ko dikhana hai. Main teri appointment le doonga.” Shabana ne kaha, “Theek hai.”
Shaam ko Ahmed ghar aaya. Shabana ne rone ka natak kiya, “Ahmed, mera sar dard kar raha hai. Kya main doctor ke paas ja sakoon?” Ahmed ne foran kaha, “Haan, yeh koi poochhne ki baat hai? Kal chale jana.” Shabana ne Ravi ko message kiya, “Haan, appointment le do.” Ahmed ka agla plan yeh tha—usne apne ek Hindu psychiatrist dost ко phone kiya, “Meri ek dost ki biwi aayegi, Shabana. Usko ganda karna, usme thodi hawas jagana. 10 hazar dunga.” Doctor ne haan kardi.
Agli subah, tau aur tai aane se pehle, Shabana doctor ke paas chali gayi. Doctor ek mota, 50 saal ka Hindu aadmi tha, usne Shabana ko bithaya aur bola, “Bolo, kya pareshani hai?” Shabana darti hui boli, “Bas thodi tension rehti hai.” Doctor ne kaha, “Hum psychiatrist hote hain, hamare aur mareez ke beech trust hota hai. Yeh kamre se baahar nahi jayega. Asli baat kya hai?” Shabana ne kaha, “Koi badi baat nahi, bas aise hi.” Doctor ne poochha, “Shaadi ho gayi? Shauhar acha hai?” Shabana ne kaha, “Haan, woh mera khayal rakhta hai.” Doctor ne seedha sawal kiya, “Jinsi mamlaat theek hain?” Shabana chaunk padi, “Yeh kya baatein kar rahe hain?” Doctor ne kaha, “Maine kaha tha, hum har sawal poochhte hain. Yeh baahar nahi jayega.”
Shabana thodi thandi hui, “Haan, theek hai.” Doctor ne kaha, “Khol kar batao.” Shabana ki aankhon mein aansu aaye, “Mujhe lagta hai meri koi galti hai. Jaise hi woh andar daalta hai, uska pani nikal jata hai.” Doctor hans pada, “Yeh teri galti nahi, teri khoobsurati hai. Main agar doctor na hota toh kehta ke tujhe dekh kar kisi ka bhi pani nikal jaye—teri gaand ka matakna, yeh mote mamme, koi bhi pagal ho jaye.” Shabana sharma gayi, lekin doctor ne baat aage badhai, “Asal baat yeh hai ke tere shauhar mein kami hai—ya toh uska lund chhota hai, ya stamina nahi. Tu kya karti hai iska?” Shabana chaunk kar boli, “Kaisi baatein kar rahe hain? Main apne shauhar ke siwa kuch nahi sochti.” Doctor ne kaha, “Yeh purane khayalat hain. Tu sex toys use kar sakti hai—yeh legal hai. Ya kisi aur se rishta bana—lund toh lund hota hai, ye nunni leke ghoomte hain, asli maza baahar hai.”
Shabana ne kaha, “Nahi, main yeh kuch nahi kar sakti—yeh galat hai.” Doctor ne kaha, “Aise teri sehat kharab ho jayegi, tu boodhi lagne lagegi, bimariyan chhap jayengi.” Shabana udaas ho gayi. Doctor ne kaha, “Ek aur tareeka hai, lekin chhod—tu nahi kar payegi.” Shabana ne tajassus mein poochha, “Kya?” Doctor ne kaha, “Tu apne shauhar ko aise tayyar kar ke woh khud kahe ke kisi aur se rishta bana—lund bada ho toh maza dugna hai.” Shabana ne kaha, “Nahi, yeh bhi galat hai.” Doctor ne kaha, “Toh toys le, woh main tujhe dila doonga.” Shabana ne kaha, “Theek hai,” aur ghar chali gayi.
Ghar pahunchte hi tau aur tai aa gaye. Tai ne gale lagaya, tau ne sar pe haath phera, lekin Shabana ne dekha ke tau uske mammon ko ghoor raha tha. “bht khoob,” tau ne kaha, lekin uski nazar Shabana ki gaand pe thi jab woh chalti hui chaye laayi. Tau ke dil mein gande khayal aaye—woh soch raha tha, “Is matakti gaand mein muh daal doon, Shabana aur Sana dono ko ek saath pakad loon.” Usne apna lund pajame mein masalna shuru kiya, lekin khayal hi khayal mein reh gaya. Khane pe tau ne Sana se chamach manga, uska haath chhua, phir jaan bujh kar chamach gira diya. Shabana ne kaha, “Main uthati hoon,” aur neeche jhuki—tau ne uske neeche dekha, apna lund ragadte hue. Shabana ne dekha ke tau ka lund bada tha, Ahmed se kaafi mota aur lamba. Uska sar table se takraya, woh chaunk padi, aur kamre mein chali gayi.
Ahmed ne poochha, “Khane pe kya hua?” Shabana ne baat tal di, “Shayad khana acha nahi bana.” Ahmed ne socha, “Yeh mujhe nahi batayegi, ‘Ravi’ ko batayegi.” Woh paan khane ke bahane baahar gaya, ‘Ravi’ ban kar phone kiya. Shabana ne uthaya, “Hello?” Ravi ne kaha, “Kya haal hai? Aaj thodi pareshan lag rahi ho.” Shabana ne tau ka waqia bataya, “Woh aadmi theek nahi—mujhe gandi nazron se dekhta hai, Sana ko bhi chhoo raha tha.” Ravi ne kaha, “Arre, tu itna pareshan kyun hoti hai? Tu itni khoobsurat he, yeh buddha maze le raha hai toh lene de. Agar koi khush hota hai toh tujhe kya? Tujhe bhi sukoon milega.” Shabana ne kaha, “Yeh galat baatein hain.” Ravi ne kaha, “Ek baar khud dikhakar dekh, buddhe ko khush kar—tujhe bhi maza aayega. 15 din ki baat hai.”
Shabana thodi halki hui, “Tujhse baat karke thoda behtar lagta hai.” Usne socha, “Shayad yeh baat mein try karoon.” Agli subah woh kitchen mein Sana ke saath kaam kar rahi thi. Usne Sana se kaha, “Mujhe tau acha nahi lagta, gandi nazar se dekhta hai, tujhe bhi chhoo raha tha.” Sana boli, “Haan, mujhe bhi ajeeb laga.” Shabana ne Ravi ki baat yaad ki aur Sana se kaha, “Koi baat nahi, agar woh khush hota hai toh hone de. Hamara dil toh saaf hai, yeh gunah nahi—gunah toh uska hai.” Sana chaunk gayi, “Yeh kya bol rahi ho?” Shabana ne kaha, “Bas 15 din ki baat hai.”
Dopahar ko Shabana jhadoo laga rahi thi. Tau drawing room mein chaye pee raha tha, uski nazar Shabana ki gaand pe thi, haath lund pe, newspaper se chhupa kar ragad raha tha. Shabana ne dekha, lekin dupatta nahi theek kiya—usne socha, “Khush ho raha hai toh hone do.” Usne jaan bujh kar qareeb jaakar gaand dikhayi, tau muskura diya, uska lund shalwar mein khada ho gaya. Shabana boli, “Tau, kuch khaenge?” Tau chaunk pada, “Nahi… bas aise hi.” Shabana muskura kar chali gayi. Tau ne Sana ko bulaya, “Tune matric pass kiya na?” Sana ne kaha, “Haan.” Tau ne 100 rupay nikale, Sana ko godi mein bithaya, “Mubarak ho!” Sana boli, “Yeh toh 4 saal pehle ki baat hai.” Tau ne kaha, “Mujhe abhi khushi hui,” aur uski gaand per thapaki di . Sana pareshan hui, Shabana yeh dekh rahi thi, dil mein boli, “Kitna harami buddha hai.”
Shaam ko psychiatrist ka message aaya, “Tera toy aa gaya.” Shabana doctor ke paas gayi, toy liya—ek bada, kala lund, gunde jaisa. Uske paseene chhoot gaye, ghar aakar pehle takiye ke neeche chhupaya, phir almari mein, aakhir almari ke neeche rakh diya. Ravi ne phone kiya, aur hal chal poochne k baad usne poocha k aj kahan gai thi.docnpehle hi ahmad ko sex toys ka bata chuka tha.us ne kaha aj me doc k pass gai thi usne dawai di he.ahmad ne kaha dawai chupa ker rakhna ye na ho k koe aur kha jai.usne kaha han mene almari k neechey chupa diya he.
Shaam ko khana khane ke baad Ahmed aur Shabana apne kamre mein baithe the. Ahmed chaye ka cup haath mein liye TV dekh raha tha, aur Shabana ek magazine palat rahi thi. Achanak unhein charpai hilne ki awaaz sunai di—thodi si thap thap aur dheemi si cheekh. Shabana ne poochha, “Yeh kya hai?” Ahmed ne kaha, “Pata nahi, dekhte hain.” Dono uth kar Sana ke kamre ki taraf gaye—woh gehri neend mein thi, uski saansein barabar chal rahi thi. Phir unhone tau aur tai ke kamre ki taraf rukh kiya. Darwaza band tha, lekin khidki thodi si khuli thi. Ahmed ne Shabana ko ishara kiya, aur dono ne dheere se khidki ke paas aankh lagayi.
Andar tau tai ko ghodi bana kar chod raha tha. Uska nanga jism paseene se bheega tha, aur har jhatke ke saath woh bol raha tha, “Sana Sana Sana, Shabana Shabana Shabana, thap thap thap!” Tai ke muh se siskariyan nikal rahi thi, “Ahh… ahh…” Tau zor zor se dhakke maar raha tha, “Sana Sana Sana, Shabana Shabana Shabana, thap thap thap!” Ahmed aur Shabana ke pairon tale zameen nikal gayi—yeh kya dekh rahe the? Tau ek dum ruka, tai ko neeche litaya, khud bistar pe let gaya, aur tai uske lund pe baith gayi. Tau bola, “Chalo, in dono ki wajah se mere maze lag gaye. Tai, tu mera saath de rahi hai.” Tai uske lund pe uchalne lagi, aur tau phir se bolne laga, “Sana Sana Sana, Shabana Shabana Shabana, thap thap thap!” Tai boli, “Wah, maze karwa diye tune!”
Tau ke dil mein ganda khayal aaya, woh tai se bola, “Kash koi aisa role hota ke Sana aur Shabana dono mere saath maze karwati. Kash main Ahmed se keh pata, ‘Yeh 200 pakad, apni biwi ki gaand de.’ Dil chahta hai dono ki gaand mein muh daal kar sara din baitha rahoon.” Tai ne jhat se kaha, “Aisa sochna bhi mat! Rishtedari toot jayegi, ghar se nikaal denge. Bas jitne maze le sakte ho, khayali pulao banao aur mujhe aise chodte raho.” Tau hans pada, “Theek hai.” Jab uska pani nikalne laga, usne kaha, “Main tere muh pe giraana chahta hoon.” Tai boli, “Sana ke muh pe, Shabana ke muh pe?” Tau ne kaha, “Shabana ke!” Tai ne poochha, “Sana ke kyun nahi?” Tau bola, “Aaj Shabana ne maze karwaye—kabhi safai karte hue gaand dikhati hai, kabhi muskurati hai. Mere toh maze lag rahe hain. Main usse dua deta hoon ke uska har kaam seedha ho—iss buddhe ko naya jeevan diya usne. Aur tere bhi maze ho gaye na?”
Tau ne apna lund tai ke muh pe rakha, aur sara pani uske muh pe giraya. Tai ne usse choos liya, apni zubaan se chaat kar saaf kiya. Doosri taraf Ahmed aur Shabana yeh sab dekh rahe the—Shabana ke pair ladkhada gaye, uska dil zor zor se dhadakne laga. Ahmed ka lund pant mein khada ho gaya, usne bola, “Bhenchod, yeh kya hai?” Dono apne kamre mein wapas aaye, bistar pe let gaye, aur sochne lage ke abhi kya hua, ab kya karein? Tau aur tai ko nikaal dein ya chup rahen? Ahmed ne socha, “Shabana mujhe namard kahegi, main ghussa dikha kar usse confuse karta hoon.” Usne zor se bola, “Main inko chhodunga nahi! Tau ko maar doonga, abhi ghar se nikaal doonga!” Shabana darr gayi, “Nahi Ahmed, tu jaanta hai woh buddhe hain. Unki umar ho gayi hai, agar woh khayali khushi chahte hain aur humein takleef nahi dete, toh unko unke haal pe chhod do. Isme gunah nahi.”
Ahmed ne gussa dikhaya, “Tu kya keh rahi hai?” Shabana boli, “Yaad hai, maine tujhse wada liya tha ke aisi baatein nahi karenge. Woh wada abhi bhi hai. Inko unke haal pe chhod do—buddhe hain, rishtedar hain. Ghar mein baat phail gayi toh kya hoga? Hum inko support karein, reaction na dikhaien.” Ahmed ka dil chahta tha ke Shabana ko thoda naram kare, woh chup ho gaya, nazrein jhuka kar baith gaya. Shabana boli, “Chal, so jate hain.” Ahmed uske peeche let gaya, usse lipat gaya, aur bola, “Hum aaj kar sakte hain?” Shabana ne kaha, “Tujhe kaise dil chahta hai? Abhi tune yeh ganda manzar dekha.” Ahmed ne kaha, “Maine dil se nikaal diya.” Usne haath peeche kiya, apne lund ko chhua—woh khada tha. Shabana muskura di, “Tu wade pe qaim rehta hai, lekin yeh wade pe nahi—abhi bhi khada hai.”
Ahmed muskuraya, “Tujhe chubha tha?” Shabana boli, “Nahi, yeh kahan chubhega? Iski itni aukaat nahi.” Ahmed gussa dikhane laga, lekin Shabana ne kaha, “Tune khud kaha tha ke har cheez share karoon.” Dono hansne lage. Ahmed ne kaha, “Mujhe pata hai mera yeh chhota hai, tere liye kaafi nahi. Agar main kuch kar sakta hoon ya koi upaay ho toh bata.” Shabana boli, “Tu phir us taraf mat ja, maine tujhse wada liya tha ke buri baatein nahi karenge.” Ahmed ne kaha, “Nahi, hum aisa karein ke buri baat na ho aur upaay bhi nikal aaye.” Shabana ne poochha, “Aisa kaise ho sakta hai?” Ahmed ne kaha, “Tu soch, kal mujhe bata—main bhi sochta hoon.”
Phir usne kaha, “Ab main tere upar aa sakta hoon?” Shabana boli, “Theek hai.” Ahmed ne mazak mein kaha, “Chadh jata hoon, ek minute hi lagega.” Dono hansne lage. Ahmed uspe chadha, ek minute baad uska pani nikal gaya. Shabana ne uski gaand pe haath maara, “Bas ho gaya, nikal gayi teri aukaat?” Ahmed sharminda hua, lekin bola, “Sharminda mat kar, tune khud kaha tha ke har baat share karoon.” Shabana ne kaha, “Jab se tune share karne wali baat ki, tu mujhe share karne deta nahi—meri beizzati pe beizzati karta hai.” Dono phir hansne lage. Ahmed ne kaha, “Lekin tujhe is beizzati mein maza bhi toh aata hai.” Shabana muskura di, aur dono hansne lage.
Pehla Hissa: Ghar Ka Maahaul
Ahmed ka ghar Patiala ke ek purane mohalle mein tha—tang galiyaan aur chhota sa aangan. Do bacchon ki awaazein kitchen se aati thi, jahan Shabana unke liye nashta tayyar karti. Shabana ek shareef aur chup-chaap aurat thi—dupatta pehenti, nazrein jhukaye rakhti, aur ghar ke kaam mein lagi rehti. Uski saadi si shakal aur bhara hua jism dhyan kheenchta tha, lekin woh isse anjaan thi. Jab woh chalti, toh saree mein lapeti gaand aisi matakti ki mohalle ke mard apne aap ko rok na paate. Ahmed yeh sab notice karta, aur dil hi dil mein usse ek ajeeb sa maza aata tha.
Ahmed ek multinational company mein accountant tha. 38 saal ka tha, lekin pait nikalne ki wajah se 45 ka lagta. Uska chhota sa lun ab pehle jaisa sakht nahi hota tha—do minute mein jhad jata, aur Shabana ke saath waqt guzarna uske liye ek farz sa ban gaya tha. Lekin uski dilchaspian alag thi. Raat ko jab ghar wale so jaate, woh phone pe cuckold porn dekhta—videos jahan shauhar apni biwi ko doosron ke saath dekhte aur maze lete. Yeh soch uske dil-o-dimag mein ghar kar gayi thi.
Ghar mein Ahmed ki chhoti behen, Sana, bhi rehti thi. 25 saal ki Sana bhi Shabana jaisi shareef thi—sharmaati, chup-chaap, aur apne kaam se kaam rakhti. Jab Ahmed aur Shabana saath hote, Sana sharam se pani-pani ho jaati aur chupke se apne kamre mein chali jaati. Ahmed ko yeh baat excite karti. Woh sochta, “Kya pata iske dil mein bhi kuch chhupa ho?”
Ek din Ahmed ke dimaag mein nayi chaal aayi. Usne ek nayi SIM li, aur apne aap ko ek larka banker Shabana ko message kiya. “Sorry ji, galti se call ho gaya tha,” usne likha. Shabana ne pehle jawab nahi diya, lekin jab doosra message aaya—“Aapka number kitna unique hai, pata nahi kyun save kar liya”—toh usne likha, “Koi baat nahi, galti ho jaati hai.” Ahmed ke chehre pe muskurahat aa gayi. Yeh shuruaat thi.
Doosra Hissa: Chhoti Chhoti Shaitaaniyaan
Ahmed ke liye har din ek nayi kahani ka pehla panna ban raha tha. Office se wapas aane ke baad woh apne kamre mein darwaza band karta, phone haath mein leta, aur nayi SIM se Shabana ko message karta. “Aapka din kaisa raha, ji?” usne ‘Ravi’ ban kar likha. Shabana kitchen mein thi, aloo parathe bana rahi thi, bacchon ke liye doodh garam karte hue. Usne phone dekha aur thodi jhijhak ke baad likha, “Bas ghar ka kaam, subah bacchon ko tayyar kiya.”
Ahmed ne jawab diya, “Wah, aap toh ghar ka saara bojh uthati hain. Kitne log hain ghar mein waise?” Shabana ne likha, “Main, mere shauhar, do bacche, aur ek nanad.” Ahmed ke dil mein thodi si garmi daud gayi—nanad ka zikr uske dimaag ko Sana ki taraf le gaya, lekin woh ‘Ravi’ tha, toh baat aage badhaya. “Accha, toh aap ghar sambhaalti hain?” Shabana ne likha, “Haan, yahi meri zindagi hai.” Ahmed ne likha, “Aapki awaaz badi pyaari hogi, kabhi suna nahi lekin laga jaise sukoon wali baat hai.” Shabana ka chehra thoda laal ho gaya—yeh baat usse ajeeb lagi, lekin dil mein ek chhota sa ehsaas jag utha. Usne kitchen ka kaam jaldi khatam kiya aur kamre mein jaakar chadar odh li. “Shukriya, lekin main aapko nahi jaanti. Yeh baat karna theek nahi lagta,” usne likha. Ahmed ne jawab diya, “Arre, bas dosti ki baat hai. Aap itni achhi hain, dil karta hai roz baat karun.” Shabana chup rahi, lekin uske zehan mein sawal utha—kya yeh galat hai, ya bas chhota sa mazaak?
Raat ko thandi hawa ghar ke jharokhon se andar aa rahi thi. Ahmed aur Shabana bistar pe lete the, bacche so rahe the. Ahmed ne Shabana ke kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Tumhein kabhi laga hai ke bazaar mein log tumhein ghaurte hain?” Shabana ne chadar kheench li aur sharmate hue kaha, “Ahmed, yeh kya baat kar rahe ho? Main toh dupatta rakhti hoon.” Ahmed hans pada, “Haan, lekin jab tum chalti ho, woh saree mein lapeti gaand… woh matak kisi khwab se kam nahi.” Shabana ke gaal laal ho gaye, “Ahmed, chup karo! Yeh gandi baatein kyun karte ho?” Ahmed ne uska haath pakda aur bola, “Main toh bas keh raha hoon, agar koi doosra mard tumhein aise dekhe, toh uska kya haal hoga? Socha hai kabhi?” Shabana ne nazrein jhuka li, “Tumhein sharam nahi aati aisi baatein bolte hue?” Lekin Ahmed ke dil mein wohi junoon jag raha tha—uski shareef biwi ko gandi banane ka khayal usse pagal kar raha tha.
Doosre din subah Ahmed office ke liye tayyar hua. Shabana ne bacchon ko nashta diya, aur phir ‘Ravi’ ka message aaya, “Aaj kahan ja rahi hain, Shabana ji?” Shabana ne paratha banate hue likha, “Bazaar, Purani Mandi mein bacchon ke liye kuch saman lena hai.” Ahmed ne likha, “Wahan koi mard dikhe toh batana, usne tumhein dekha ya nahi. Bas mazaak mein keh raha hoon.” Shabana ne socha yeh baat ajeeb hai, lekin dil mein ek chhota sa khayal aaya—shayad yeh bas ek chhoti si baat hai. Usne likh diya, “Theek hai, dekhti hoon.”
Bazaar mein bheed thi. Shabana jab sabzi waale ke paas pahunchi, ek buddha sabzi waala uske jhukte waqt uske bhare hue mammon ki taraf ghoor raha tha. Shabana ne jaldi dupatta theek kiya, dil mein chhoti si sharam mehsoos ki, lekin aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa ehsaas bhi tha. Usne phone nikala aur ‘Ravi’ ko likha, “Ek buddha ghoor raha tha.” Ahmed, jo office ke washroom mein chhupa tha, ne yeh padha aur uska dil zor se dhadka. “Usne kahan dekha?” usne poochha. Shabana ne sharmate hue likha, “Mere… upar ki taraf.” Ahmed ke chehre pe shaitaani muskurahat aa gayi—uski biwi ka yeh jawab uske liye chhoti si jeet tha.
Shaam ko ghar wapas aane ke baad Ahmed ne Shabana se baat chedi. “Tumhare saath ghar mein aur kaun rehta hai, waise?” usne jaan bujh kar poochha, jaise usse pata na ho. Shabana ne kaha, “Tum toh jante ho—bacche, main, aur Sana.” Ahmed ne sochne ka natak kiya, “Accha, Sana… woh toh badi shareef hai na?” Shabana hans di, “Haan, bilkul. Tumhein pata hai, woh kitni sharmaati hai.” Ahmed ne dil mein socha, “Haan, lekin uski sharam bhi ek din khul jayegi.” Usne Shabana se mazak mein kaha, “Kabhi usse bhi baat nahi karti kya, doosron ke saath?” Shabana ne kaha, “Arre, woh toh ghar se bahar bhi mushkil se nikalti hai.” Ahmed ke dimaag mein nayi shaitaani idea aayi—Sana ko bhi is khel mein shamil karne ka.
Teesra Hissa: Tarpane Ka Khel
Shabana ke liye din ab thodi si alag si rangat le rahe the. ‘Ravi’ ke messages ab uske phone pe roz aane lage the, aur woh har baar jawab dene se pehle thodi der sochti—kya yeh theek hai? Lekin phir bhi kuch likh deti. Ek dopahar woh kitchen mein thi, bacchon ke liye khana bana rahi thi, jab phone ki ghanti baji. ‘Ravi’ ka call tha. Shabana ne jaldi se haath pochhe, dupatta theek kiya, aur call uthaya. “Hello, Shabana ji,” Ravi ki awaaz aayi, thodi bhari aur thodi shaitaani. “Aapki awaaz sunne ka dil kiya, bas yun hi call kar diya.” Shabana ka dil thoda zor se dhadka. “Yeh kyun kar rahe hain aap? Main aapko nahi jaanti,” usne sharmate hue kaha.
Shabana ka chehra laal ho gaya—yeh mazak usse thoda bura laga, lekin usne chup rahi. “Aap aaj kya kar rahi thi?” Ravi ne poochha. “Bas ghar ka kaam,” Shabana ne jawab diya, apne haathon se roti belte hue. “Accha, aur woh shauhar sahab kya karte hain? Pait nikal aaya hoga unka, office mein baith-baith kar?” Ravi ne thodi si shaitaani se poochha. Shabana ko gussa aaya, lekin usne bas kaha, “Woh kaam karte hain, ghar chalate hain.” Ravi ne baat aage badhai, “Haan, lekin raat ko kya? Unka woh chhota sa… matlab, stamina toh bacha nahi hoga ab.” Shabana ka haath roti pe ruk gaya. “Yeh kya gandi baatein kar rahe hain?” usne gusse mein kaha, lekin Ravi hans diya, “Arre mazak tha, Shabana ji. Aap toh bura maan gayi.”
Call ab thodi der tak chali. Ravi ne baat ko ghuma-ghuma kar Shabana ko tarpana shuru kiya. “Aap jab chalti hain, log kya dekhte honge?” usne dheere se poochha. Shabana ne jawab diya, “Main dupatta rakhti hoon, koi nahi dekhta.” Ravi ne thodi si shaitaani awaaz mein kaha, “Haan, lekin woh kameez ke neeche jo matak hoti hai, woh toh chhupti nahi na? Bazaar mein sabzi waala bhi toh ghoorta hoga.” Shabana ke kaan laal ho gaye, lekin usne chup rah kar sunti rahi. “Aap aise kyun bol rahe hain?” usne poochha, lekin awaaz mein thodi si jhijhak thi. Ravi ne baat ko aur aage badhaya, “Main toh bas soch raha hoon, jab aap jhukti hain, toh upar ka ubhar dikhta hai. Lekin jab aap chalti hain, toh neeche ka… matlab, peeche ka maza alag hai. Kya aapne kabhi ghaur kiya?”
Shabana ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne phone ka speaker band kiya aur kaan se laga liya, taaki bacche na sun lein. “Aapko sharam nahi aati aisi baatein karte hue?” usne kaha.Main toh bas sach bol raha hoon.” Yeh anti-Islamic mazak Shabana ke dil mein chubha, lekin uski awaaz mein woh gussa nahi tha jo pehle hota tha. Ravi ne baat ko aur ganda kiya, “Aapki woh matakti gaand ko dekh kar toh koi bhi pagal ho jaye. Kabhi socha hai ke log uske baare mein kya sochte honge?” Shabana ne jaldi se kaha, “Bas karo, yeh galat hai,” lekin uski awaaz mein ek ajeeb si kampan thi.
Call khatam hone ke baad Shabana ne phone side pe rakha aur paani ka glass piya. Uske haath thodi der tak kaanpte rahe. Ravi ki baatein uske dimaag mein ghoom rahi thi—pehli baar usne apne jism ko aise socha, jaise woh kisi doosre ki nazar se dekh rahi ho. Ahmed, jo office mein baitha tha aur yeh sab plan kar raha tha, apne washroom ke cubicle mein chhup kar khud ko chhoo raha tha. Shabana ka sharmila jawab “mere… upar ki taraf” abhi bhi uske kaanon mein goonj raha tha, aur ab usne ‘Ravi’ ke roop mein baat ko gaand tak le jaane ka faisla kiya tha. Uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha—yeh khel ab mazedaar hota ja raha tha.
Chautha Hissa: Raat Ka Ganda Khel
Shaam ko Ahmed ghar aaya, apne haathon mein office ka bag tha, lekin uska dimaag kahin aur tha. Shabana chup-chaap khana bana rahi thi—uske haathon mein belan tha, lekin uski aankhein thodi bhaari thi, chehra thoda laal. Ahmed ne usse dekha aur dil mein shaitaani muskurahat aayi—woh jaanta tha ‘Ravi’ ka jadoo chal raha tha. Khana khane ke baad bacche apne kamre mein so gaye, aur ghar mein sannata chha gaya. Thandi hawa jharokhon se andar aa rahi thi, lekin Ahmed ke dil mein ek garmi si thi jo usse chain nahi lene de rahi. Woh Shabana ke saath bistar pe let gaya, aur chadar ke neeche uska haath dheere se uski kamar pe rakha.
“Shabana,” usne kaan mein dheere se kaha, “aaj bazaar mein koi tujhe ghoor raha tha kya?” Shabana ne chadar kheench li aur sharmate hue boli, “Ahmed, yeh kya baat kar rahe ho? Main toh dupatta rakhti hoon.” Ahmed ne uski kamar pe haath dheere se dabaya aur bola, “Arre, sach bol na. Jab tu chalti hai, teri woh matakti gaand ko kaun nahi dekhta? Koi lund khada kar ke ghoorta hoga na.” Shabana ka chehra ek dum laal ho gaya, “Ahmed, yeh kya gande alfaaz bol rahe ho? Chup karo!” Lekin Ahmed rukne wala nahi tha. Usne Shabana ke kaan ke paas muh le jakar bola, “Main toh bas soch raha hoon, koi tujhe dekhe, teri gaand ko ghoore, aur sochta ho ki isse dabaye, isse masle. Tujhe kaisa lagega yeh soch kar?”
Shabana ne sharam se muh chadar mein chhupa liya, “Tum pagal ho gaye ho kya? Yeh sab kya bol rahe ho?” Ahmed ne uska haath pakda aur apne neeche dabaya, jahan uska chhota sa lun abhi naram tha. “Soch zara,” woh bola, “koi jawan ladka bazaar mein tujhe dekhe, teri gaand ka ubhar dekhe, aur uska lund khada ho jaye. Woh sochta ho ki tujhe peeche se pakad loon, teri saree utaar doon, aur teri bharpoor gaand ko apne haathon mein bhar loon.” Shabana ka dil zor se dhadakne laga, lekin usne kuch der baad Ahmed ke jism mein ek ajeeb si harkat mehsoos ki. Jab woh doosron ke baare mein bol raha tha—kisi anjaan mard ke Shabana ko ghoorne ki baat—uska lun phatakne laga. Pehle naram pada tha, lekin ab dheere-dheere sakht hota ja raha tha.
“Yeh kya hai?” Shabana ne dil mein socha, Ahmed ke haath ko chhupte hue dekhte hue. Ahmed ne baat jari rakhi, “Teri gaand itni bharpoor hai, koi bhi usme haath daal kar masal dega. Soch, koi tujhe peeche se pakad le, tera yeh shareefpan nikal jaye, aur woh tujhe apna lund dikhaye.” Shabana ke muh se ek chhoti si siski nikal gayi, “Ahmed, bas karo, yeh gandagi kyun bol rahe ho?” Lekin tabhi usne mehsoos kiya—Ahmed ka lun ab poora khada ho gaya tha, aur jab woh “koi doosra mard” ya “lund” bolta, toh uska jism thodi si kampan ke saath react karta. Shabana ka dimaag ghoom gaya—kya uska shauhar sach mein yeh soch kar garam hota hai ke koi aur usse dekhe, usse chahe?
Ahmed ne Shabana ko aur tarpaya, “Teri woh matakti gaand ko dekh kar koi bhi tujhe chodne ko tarsega. Soch, koi tujhe bazaar ke kone mein le jaye, teri saree uthaye, aur teri gaand pe haath phere.” Shabana ki saansein tez ho gayi—woh sharam se mar rahi thi, lekin Ahmed ke jism ka woh phatakna uske dimaag mein ghar kar gaya. “Tumhein yeh sab kyun acha lagta hai?” usne poochha, awaaz mein sharam aur hairani dono. Ahmed hans pada, “Kyuki main tujhe aisi gandi nazron mein dekhta hoon jaise koi doosra mard dekhega. Tera woh jism, teri yeh gaand—koi bhi tujhe apne neeche dabana chahega, aur main woh soch kar…” Usne baat adhoori chhodi, lekin Shabana ne mehsoos kiya ke Ahmed ka lun ab poori tarah sakht tha, aur uske chehre pe ek ajeeb si muskurahat thi.
Shabana chup ho gayi, lekin uski aankhein khuli rahi. Ahmed ne uske jism ko chhua, lekin jaisa har baar us ko chodte huwai dhai minute hi huwai the kwohi huwa jo her baar hota tha, uska lun do minute mein thanda ho gaya. Woh so gaya, lekin Shabana raat bhar jagti rahi. Ravi ki baatein—Ahmed ki baatein—dono ek saath uske dimaag mein ghoom rahi thi. Jab Ahmed ne kaha, “koi tujhe chodne ko tarsega,” toh uska lun khada hua tha. Yeh ehsaas Shabana ke shareef dil mein ek ajeeb si garmi bhar raha tha—kya uska shauhar sach mein chahta tha ke koi aur usse dekhe, usse ganda kare? Usne chadar kheench li, lekin neend nahi aayi. Uska dil aur dimaag dono lad rahe the—sharam aur ek nayi si chingaari ke beech.
Panchwan Hissa: Ahmed Ki Zillat Aur Shabana Ka Bechain Dil
Subah ka waqt tha jab Shabana uthi, uska chehra gusse se laal tha. Raat bhar Ahmed ki baatein aur uska lun ka phatakna uske dimaag mein ghoom raha tha. Woh kitchen mein chali gayi, bacchon ke liye nashta banane lagi—roti belte waqt uske haath thodi si kampan mein the. Ahmed drawing room mein aaya, apne haathon mein chai ka cup liye, jab Shabana ne usse teekhi nazron se dekha. “Ahmed, yeh kya harkatein hain jo tum kar rahe ho? Raat ko woh gandi baatein, yeh sab kya hai? Main thak gayi hoon isse!” usne gusse mein kaha. Ahmed ne sar jhuka liya, thodi si sharmindagi ka natak kiya, aur bola, “Shabana, mujhe maaf kar do. Main bas mazak kar raha tha, dil behlane ke liye.” Shabana ne uska haath zor se pakda aur boli, “Nahi, Ahmed! Yeh mazak nahi, yeh gandagi hai. Tum mujhe wada karo ke aainda aisi harkatein nahi karoge—na aisi baatein karoge, na mujhe tang karoge!” Ahmed ne foran haath jod kar kaha, “Theek hai, main wada karta hoon. Ab se yeh sab band.” Shabana ne uski aankhon mein dekha, thodi si tasalli hui, aur usne socha, “Shukar hai, ab yeh sharamnaak baatein khatam hongi.” Lekin Ahmed ke dil mein ek shaitaani chal rahi thi. Woh man hi man muskuraya aur socha, “Shauhar ban kar toh main chup rahunga, lekin ‘Ravi’ ban kar tujhe maze doonga. Ab ek naya khel shuru hoga.”
Ahmed ka dimag tezi se chalne laga. Woh sochne laga, “Shabana ko ab kaise tadpaun? Usse line pe kaise laaun?” Usne ek shaitaani idea socha—apni zillat ka drama karwana, taaki Shabana ke dil mein ek naya ehsaas jage. Dopahar ko jab Shabana bacchon ko khana khila rahi thi, Ahmed chupke se apne kamre mein gaya, darwaza band kiya, aur nayi SIM se ek kiraye ke gunde ko phone kiya. “Suno,” Ahmed ne ‘Ravi’ ban kar kaha, “mujhe ek kaam chahiye, jaldi ka hai. Tumhein 10 hazar rupay milenge agar tum ek aadmi ko zaleel karo. Patiala ke Purani Mandi mein ek shaks hai—Ahmed. Jab woh bazaar se guzar raha ho, tum usse tang karna. Usse ‘chhote lund wala’ kehna, ‘gandu’ bolna, aur uske saamne apna bada sa lund nikaal kar dikhana. Kehna, ‘Yeh hota hai lund, woh nahi jo tere paas hai—woh toh chhoti si nunni hai.’ Apne doston ko bula kar uspe zor zor se hansna.Bas itna karna, aur agar bazaar wale beech mein aayein, toh wahan se bhag jana.” Gunde ne haan kardi, aur Ahmed ne kaha, “Paise mohalle ke ek ghar ke kone pe pathar ke neeche rakh doonga, wahan se utha lena.”
Shaam ke waqt Ahmed ne Shabana se kaha, “Chalo, thoda bazaar ho aate hain, kuch saman lena hai.” Shabana tayyar ho gayi, dupatta theek kiya, aur dono Purani Mandi ki taraf chal pade. Raste mein ek gunda apne teen char doston ke saath aaya. Ahmed ko dekh kar usne zor se chillaya, “Arre yeh dekho, chhote lund wala gandu aaya hai!” Usne apni pant kholi aur apna mota, lamba lund bahar nikaala, Shabana ke saamne lehrate hue bola, “Dekh, yeh hota hai lund! Tere shauhar ki nunni toh bacchon wali hai— Uske dost zor zor se hansne lage, ek ne kaha, “Arre iski duaon se toh lund bhi nahi khada hota hoga!” Gunda Shabana ki taraf bada, “Bhabhi, teri gaand toh ekdum mast hai, yeh matak dekh kar koi bhi pagal ho jaye. Yeh mamme toh dabane ke liye bane hain—ek baar haath laga doon?” Usne haath aage badhaya, lekin bazaar ke log beech mein aa gaye, chillane lage, “Yeh kya gandagi hai!” Gunda aur uske dost wahan se bhag gaye.
Ghar wapas aakar Ahmed ne rone ka natak shuru kiya. Woh bistar pe baith gaya, haath se aankhein pochhta hua bola, “Shabana, yeh kya ho gaya? Meri bazaar mein itni beizzati ho gayi, woh bhi teri aankhon ke saamne!” Shabana ka dil thoda naram hua, woh Ahmed ke paas baith gayi aur boli, “Ahmed, chhod do. Woh ek gunda tha, pagal tha. Koi baat nahi, log bhool jayenge.” Ahmed ne thodi der tak rone ka drama kiya, lekin dil mein woh hans raha tha. Shabana ka haal alag tha—usne apni zindagi mein pehle kabhi itna bada lund nahi dekha tha. Woh lehrata hua lund uski aankhon ke saamne se hat nahi raha tha. Jab woh kitchen mein khana banane gayi, roti belte waqt uski nazar baar baar us scene pe jati. Bacchon se baat karte waqt, kapde dhote waqt, har jagah woh gunde ka woh mota, lamba lund uske dimag mein ghoom raha tha. Uska dil bechain tha—sharam, dar, aur ek ajeeb si uttejana ka mila jula ehsaas usse pareshan kar raha tha.
Ahmed yeh sab jaanta tha. Shaam ko usne ‘Ravi’ ban kar Shabana ko phone kiya. “Shabana ji, kya haal hai?” usne shuru kiya. Shabana ki awaaz thodi thaki hui thi. Ravi ne poochha, “Kya baat hai? Tum udaas lag rahi ho.” Shabana chup rahi, kuch bolna nahi chahti thi. Ravi ne thodi si baatein ki, usse behlaya, aur phir poochha, “Bolo na, kya hua?” Shabana ne sharmate hue kaha, “Bazaar mein ek gunda tha… usne Ahmed ko tang kiya.” Ravi ne thodi si shaitaani se poochha, “Accha? Kya kiya usne?” Shabana ne dheere se kaha, “Usne… apna… dikhaya.” Ravi zor se hans pada, “Arre waah, lund dikhaya? Kaisa tha? Bada mota hoga na? Tumne pehle kabhi aisa nahi dekha hoga!” Shabana chup ho gayi. Ravi ne mazak uraya, “Tumhare shauhar ki chhoti si nunni se toh kitna bada hoga na?” Shabana ke paas jawab nahi tha, uska gala sookh gaya. Ravi ne aur chheda, “Ab toh bazaar ka masla khatam ho gaya, phir bhi tension kyun hai?” Shabana chup rahi, lekin Ravi ne baat nikalwai. “Kuch nahi,” Shabana ne kaha, lekin Ravi ne dabaya, “Bolo na!” Aakhir Shabana boli, “Maine pehle kabhi itna bada nahi dekha.” Ravi hans pada, “Lund toh hota hi aisa hai, tumne ab tak kya dekha tha? Apne shauhar ki nunni?” Shabana phans gayi, uske paas jawab nahi tha, aur phone rakhne ke siwa koi chara nahi tha.
Raat ko Ahmed aur Shabana bistar pe lete. Ahmed ne Shabana se wada kiya tha ke woh gandi baatein nahi karega, lekin usne Shabana ka haal dekha—uski aankhein bhaari thi, saansein thodi tez. Woh dheere se Shabana ke kandhe pe haath rakha, phir uske mammon ke nipple pe ungli pherna shuru kiya. Shabana ne aankhein band kar li, kuch nahi boli. Ahmed ne dheere se uski choot pe haath lagaya—woh geeli thi, bilkul bheegi hui. “Yeh kya hai, Shabana?” Ahmed ne poochha, “Tu geeli kyun hai? Koi wajah hai kya?” Shabana ne jaldi se kaha, “Koi wajah nahi, main abhi washroom se aayi thi, paani laga hoga.” Ahmed dil mein hans pada—woh jaanta tha ke wajah woh gunde ka lund tha jo Shabana ke dimag mein ghoom raha tha. Usne Shabana ko thodi si chheda, “Acha? Phir yeh garmi kyun hai? Tere jism mein yeh aag kahan se aayi?” Shabana ne muh pher liya, lekin Ahmed ke dil mein shaitaani chal rahi thi. Woh soch raha tha, “Shabana ab us bade lund ke baare mein soch rahi hai, aur yeh mere plan ka agla hissa hai.” Usne Shabana ko chhod diya, lekin dil mein ek naya plan banane laga—ab Shabana ko aur gahre paani mein le jana tha.
Chhata Hissa: Shabana Ka Molvi Pan Aur Ahmed Ka Naya Khel
Subah jab Shabana uthi, uska dil phir se purane molvi pan mein doob gaya. Woh bistar se utri, haath muh dhoya, aur kitchen mein jaate waqt Ahmed ko dekha jo chai pee raha tha. Usne gusse se uski taraf dekha aur boli, “Ahmed, yeh kya hai? Raat ko phir woh gandi baatein, ab bas karo! Main kehti hoon ke aainda hum is gandagi se door rahenge.” Ahmed ka chehra latak gaya, usne chai ka cup side pe rakha aur dheere se bola, “Shabana, main toh bas…” Lekin Shabana ne baat kaat di, “Nahi! Tum mujhse wada karo ke ab yeh sab band karoge—na gandi baatein, na yeh shaitaani harkatein!” Ahmed ne na chahte hue bhi haath jod liye, “Theek hai, main wada karta hoon.” Lekin dil mein woh soch raha tha, “Yeh wada toh shauhar ka hai, ‘Ravi’ ka nahi. Ab naya plan banega.”
Shabana ko Ahmed ka wada sun kar thodi tasalli hui, usne socha, “Ab shayad yeh gandagi khatam ho.” Lekin Ahmed ka dimag ek shaitaani factory ban chuka tha. Woh sochne laga, “Ab Shabana ko kaise garam rakha jaye jab wada kar liya hai?” Usne raat ka intezaar kiya. Jab ghar mein sannata chha gaya, bacche so gaye, aur thandi hawa jharokhon se andar aane lagi, Ahmed Shabana ke paas bistar pe gaya. Usne pehle dheere se uska haath pakda, phir uski kamar pe haath phera. Shabana ne aankhein band ki, kuch nahi boli. Ahmed ka haath dheere dheere uski gaand pe gaya, usne uske gore, bharpoor chootadon ko dabaya aur bola, “Shabana, tu kitni garam hai.” Shabana ki saansein tez huin, lekin usne chup rahi. Ahmed ne apna haath aage badhaya, uske mammon tak pahuncha, ek nipple pe ungli pherna shuru kiya, phir muh laga kar choosne laga. Shabana ke muh se ek halki si siski nikli, “Ahmed…”
Ahmed ne uski awaaz suni aur bola, “Ab main teri choot mein ungli daal raha hoon.” Shabana garam ho chuki thi, usne kuch nahi kaha, bas aankhein band rakhi. Ahmed ne dheere se ungli andar daali, Shabana ki choot geeli thi, usne siskari li, “Si… si…” Ahmed ne ungli tezi se chalani shuru ki, Shabana ka jism kampne laga. Usne Ahmed ka baazu kheenchne ki koshish ki, jaise ishara de rahi ho ke ab woh uspe chadh sakta hai. Yeh Ahmed ka plan tha—usne socha tha ke Shabana ko garam karke apna lund daalega, lekin sath sath woh apne chhote se lund ki muth bhi maar raha tha. Jaise hi woh Shabana ki choot ke qareeb gaya, usne lund andar daala, aur doosre hi pal uska pani nikal gaya. Shabana abhi poori tarah garam thi, uski choot abhi bhi tadap rahi thi, lekin Ahmed ka lund thanda pad gaya. Woh gusse mein muh pher kar let gayi, aur Ahmed ne dil mein socha, “Plan kamyaab ho gaya—ab yeh tadpegi.”
Ahmed ne Shabana se kaha, “Ab main kya kar sakta hoon? Shayad mera naseeb hi aisa hai.” Shabana ko thoda tars aaya, usne bola, “Nahi, hum baad mein dobara try karenge.” Lekin andar hi andar Shabana ke dil mein ek pyas thi jo ab ubal rahi thi—Ahmed ka chhota lund uski aag bujha nahi pa raha tha. Ahmed ne socha, “Ab ise thodi tasalli doonga.” Usne Shabana se kaha, “Mujhe apni galti sudharne ka mauka toh do. Main apne haath se teri choot ragdoonga, taaki tu bhi thandi ho jaye. Aise mujhe tasalli nahi hogi—kal sara din office mein yeh sochta rahunga ke tu pyasi hai. Yeh sehat ke liye bhi acha nahi.” Shabana chup rahi. Ahmed ne uski choot pe haath rakha, dheere dheere ragadna shuru kiya. Ek dum uske kaan mein bola, “Tu kya soch rahi hai?” Shabana chaunk padi, “Kuch nahi.” Ahmed ne kaha, “Nahi, tu mujhe apna nahi samajhti.” Shabana boli, “Agar apna nahi samajhti toh aise thodi karne deti?” Ahmed ne kaha, “Hum mian biwi hain, ek doosre se share karna chahiye. Abhi kya soch rahi hai? Bina soche toh pani nikal nahi sakta—jaise mera tujhe soch ke nikal gaya tha. Teri yeh badi gaand, yeh mote mamme, itni sexy biwi—mera toh waise hi pani nikal gaya. Tu kya soch rahi hai?”
Shabana ne kaha, “Kuch nahi soch rahi.” Ahmed ne zor diya, “Bata na!” Shabana boli, “Sach mein kuch nahi.” Ahmed ne shaitaani se kaha, “Main bataun kya soch rahi hai?” Shabana ne jaldi se mana kiya, “Nahi! Maine tujhse wada liya tha ke hum aisi baatein nahi karenge.” Ahmed hans pada, “Dekha, pakdi gayi! Tu wahi soch rahi thi jis ke baare mein tune mujhse wada liya tha.” Shabana chup ho gayi. Ahmed ne kaha, “Chalo, main tujhe subah tak ijazat deta hoon—jo sochna hai soch le, apna pani nikal le.” Usne phir ungli chalani shuru ki, Shabana chupchap leti rahi, uski halki siskariyan nikalti rahi. Woh maze leti rahi, phir ek dum usne Ahmed ko panjon se pakda, uski choot ka pani nikal gaya. Dono gale lag kar so gaye.
Subah Ahmed ne Shabana se kaha, “Tu mera shukriya nahi karegi?” Shabana ne poochha, “Kis baat ka?” Ahmed ne kaha, “Maine tujhe raat ko maza diya, subah tak sochne ki mohlat di.” Shabana muskura di, “Kis baat ka?” Ahmed ne kaha, “Tujhe pata hai—jis baat ka tune mujhse wada liya tha, usi ka.” Shabana ne kaha, “Nahi, maine aisa nahi socha.” Ahmed ne kaha, “Hum mian biwi hain, dost bhi hain. Agar tu mujhe dost samajhti, toh mujhse share karti. Ab mera shukriya ada kar.” Shabana ne kaha, “Acha, theek hai—thank you.” Ahmed hans pada, “Dekha, tu usi baare mein soch rahi thi!” Dono chai peete hue khilkhila kar hansne lage.
Agli subah 9 baje gaon se phone aaya—tau aur tai aa rahe the. Ahmed yeh sun kar udaas ho gaya—uske hos poori karne aur plan banane ka waqt nahi milne wala tha. Woh office chala gaya, lekin raaste mein ‘Ravi’ ban kar Shabana ko phone kiya. Shabana ne uthaya, “Hello?” Ravi ne kaha, “Shabana ji, kya haal hai? Aaj badi khushi mein lag rahi ho.” Shabana ne kaha, “Kuch nahi, bas aise hi.” Ravi ne chheda, “Lagta hai bhai sahab ne raat ko kamal dikhaya hai?” Shabana chup rahi, phir boli, “Maine tujhse kaha tha na ke gandi baatein na kar.” Lekin Ravi, jo asal mein Ahmed tha, apni magan mein tha. Usne kaha, “Batao na, kyun itni khush ho? Tera shauhar hai, nanad hai, lekin dost nahi. Mujhe dost samajh sakti hai—main toh tujhse mila bhi nahi hoon. Apna dil halka kar.”
Shabana ne kaha, “Theek hai, magar aisi koi baat nahi. Main apne shauhar ke saath khush hoon.” Ravi ne phir wahi baat shuru ki, “Arre, us gunde ka bada lund yaad hai na? Hum mardo ka toh lund bada hota hai, tum logon ka pata nahi—shayad bada ho, lekin us gunde ka lund dekh kar toh tu hairan reh gayi na? Matlab tujhe pehle itna bada nahi dikha hoga!” Shabana gusse mein boli, “Maine tujhse mana kiya tha ke aisi baatein na kar!” Ravi ne kaha, “Acha, topic change karte hain. Maine tujhse pehle kaha tha ke jab bahar jao toh batao ke kaun tujhe ghoor raha hai—ab tu woh bhi nahi batati?” Phir Ravi ne teen char aur indirect gande mazak kiye, “hum toh khula chhodte hain!” Shabana chup rahi, lekin dil mein thodi si hansi bhi aayi.
Ravi ne kaha, “Tu jo itna pareshan rehti hai, tujhe kisi psychiatrist se milna chahiye. Woh tujhe acha mashwara dega.” Yeh Ahmed ka naya plan tha—ghar mein ab woh khula khel nahi khel sakta tha, toh psychiatrist ka idea aaya. Usne kaha, “Ek ache doctor se mil, woh tera haal sunega.” Shabana ne kaha, “Main apne shauhar se kaise ijazat loon?” Ravi ne kaha, “Bol de ke tere sar mein dard hai, doctor ko dikhana hai. Main teri appointment le doonga.” Shabana ne kaha, “Theek hai.”
Shaam ko Ahmed ghar aaya. Shabana ne rone ka natak kiya, “Ahmed, mera sar dard kar raha hai. Kya main doctor ke paas ja sakoon?” Ahmed ne foran kaha, “Haan, yeh koi poochhne ki baat hai? Kal chale jana.” Shabana ne Ravi ko message kiya, “Haan, appointment le do.” Ahmed ka agla plan yeh tha—usne apne ek Hindu psychiatrist dost ко phone kiya, “Meri ek dost ki biwi aayegi, Shabana. Usko ganda karna, usme thodi hawas jagana. 10 hazar dunga.” Doctor ne haan kardi.
Agli subah, tau aur tai aane se pehle, Shabana doctor ke paas chali gayi. Doctor ek mota, 50 saal ka Hindu aadmi tha, usne Shabana ko bithaya aur bola, “Bolo, kya pareshani hai?” Shabana darti hui boli, “Bas thodi tension rehti hai.” Doctor ne kaha, “Hum psychiatrist hote hain, hamare aur mareez ke beech trust hota hai. Yeh kamre se baahar nahi jayega. Asli baat kya hai?” Shabana ne kaha, “Koi badi baat nahi, bas aise hi.” Doctor ne poochha, “Shaadi ho gayi? Shauhar acha hai?” Shabana ne kaha, “Haan, woh mera khayal rakhta hai.” Doctor ne seedha sawal kiya, “Jinsi mamlaat theek hain?” Shabana chaunk padi, “Yeh kya baatein kar rahe hain?” Doctor ne kaha, “Maine kaha tha, hum har sawal poochhte hain. Yeh baahar nahi jayega.”
Shabana thodi thandi hui, “Haan, theek hai.” Doctor ne kaha, “Khol kar batao.” Shabana ki aankhon mein aansu aaye, “Mujhe lagta hai meri koi galti hai. Jaise hi woh andar daalta hai, uska pani nikal jata hai.” Doctor hans pada, “Yeh teri galti nahi, teri khoobsurati hai. Main agar doctor na hota toh kehta ke tujhe dekh kar kisi ka bhi pani nikal jaye—teri gaand ka matakna, yeh mote mamme, koi bhi pagal ho jaye.” Shabana sharma gayi, lekin doctor ne baat aage badhai, “Asal baat yeh hai ke tere shauhar mein kami hai—ya toh uska lund chhota hai, ya stamina nahi. Tu kya karti hai iska?” Shabana chaunk kar boli, “Kaisi baatein kar rahe hain? Main apne shauhar ke siwa kuch nahi sochti.” Doctor ne kaha, “Yeh purane khayalat hain. Tu sex toys use kar sakti hai—yeh legal hai. Ya kisi aur se rishta bana—lund toh lund hota hai, ye nunni leke ghoomte hain, asli maza baahar hai.”
Shabana ne kaha, “Nahi, main yeh kuch nahi kar sakti—yeh galat hai.” Doctor ne kaha, “Aise teri sehat kharab ho jayegi, tu boodhi lagne lagegi, bimariyan chhap jayengi.” Shabana udaas ho gayi. Doctor ne kaha, “Ek aur tareeka hai, lekin chhod—tu nahi kar payegi.” Shabana ne tajassus mein poochha, “Kya?” Doctor ne kaha, “Tu apne shauhar ko aise tayyar kar ke woh khud kahe ke kisi aur se rishta bana—lund bada ho toh maza dugna hai.” Shabana ne kaha, “Nahi, yeh bhi galat hai.” Doctor ne kaha, “Toh toys le, woh main tujhe dila doonga.” Shabana ne kaha, “Theek hai,” aur ghar chali gayi.
Ghar pahunchte hi tau aur tai aa gaye. Tai ne gale lagaya, tau ne sar pe haath phera, lekin Shabana ne dekha ke tau uske mammon ko ghoor raha tha. “bht khoob,” tau ne kaha, lekin uski nazar Shabana ki gaand pe thi jab woh chalti hui chaye laayi. Tau ke dil mein gande khayal aaye—woh soch raha tha, “Is matakti gaand mein muh daal doon, Shabana aur Sana dono ko ek saath pakad loon.” Usne apna lund pajame mein masalna shuru kiya, lekin khayal hi khayal mein reh gaya. Khane pe tau ne Sana se chamach manga, uska haath chhua, phir jaan bujh kar chamach gira diya. Shabana ne kaha, “Main uthati hoon,” aur neeche jhuki—tau ne uske neeche dekha, apna lund ragadte hue. Shabana ne dekha ke tau ka lund bada tha, Ahmed se kaafi mota aur lamba. Uska sar table se takraya, woh chaunk padi, aur kamre mein chali gayi.
Ahmed ne poochha, “Khane pe kya hua?” Shabana ne baat tal di, “Shayad khana acha nahi bana.” Ahmed ne socha, “Yeh mujhe nahi batayegi, ‘Ravi’ ko batayegi.” Woh paan khane ke bahane baahar gaya, ‘Ravi’ ban kar phone kiya. Shabana ne uthaya, “Hello?” Ravi ne kaha, “Kya haal hai? Aaj thodi pareshan lag rahi ho.” Shabana ne tau ka waqia bataya, “Woh aadmi theek nahi—mujhe gandi nazron se dekhta hai, Sana ko bhi chhoo raha tha.” Ravi ne kaha, “Arre, tu itna pareshan kyun hoti hai? Tu itni khoobsurat he, yeh buddha maze le raha hai toh lene de. Agar koi khush hota hai toh tujhe kya? Tujhe bhi sukoon milega.” Shabana ne kaha, “Yeh galat baatein hain.” Ravi ne kaha, “Ek baar khud dikhakar dekh, buddhe ko khush kar—tujhe bhi maza aayega. 15 din ki baat hai.”
Shabana thodi halki hui, “Tujhse baat karke thoda behtar lagta hai.” Usne socha, “Shayad yeh baat mein try karoon.” Agli subah woh kitchen mein Sana ke saath kaam kar rahi thi. Usne Sana se kaha, “Mujhe tau acha nahi lagta, gandi nazar se dekhta hai, tujhe bhi chhoo raha tha.” Sana boli, “Haan, mujhe bhi ajeeb laga.” Shabana ne Ravi ki baat yaad ki aur Sana se kaha, “Koi baat nahi, agar woh khush hota hai toh hone de. Hamara dil toh saaf hai, yeh gunah nahi—gunah toh uska hai.” Sana chaunk gayi, “Yeh kya bol rahi ho?” Shabana ne kaha, “Bas 15 din ki baat hai.”
Dopahar ko Shabana jhadoo laga rahi thi. Tau drawing room mein chaye pee raha tha, uski nazar Shabana ki gaand pe thi, haath lund pe, newspaper se chhupa kar ragad raha tha. Shabana ne dekha, lekin dupatta nahi theek kiya—usne socha, “Khush ho raha hai toh hone do.” Usne jaan bujh kar qareeb jaakar gaand dikhayi, tau muskura diya, uska lund shalwar mein khada ho gaya. Shabana boli, “Tau, kuch khaenge?” Tau chaunk pada, “Nahi… bas aise hi.” Shabana muskura kar chali gayi. Tau ne Sana ko bulaya, “Tune matric pass kiya na?” Sana ne kaha, “Haan.” Tau ne 100 rupay nikale, Sana ko godi mein bithaya, “Mubarak ho!” Sana boli, “Yeh toh 4 saal pehle ki baat hai.” Tau ne kaha, “Mujhe abhi khushi hui,” aur uski gaand per thapaki di . Sana pareshan hui, Shabana yeh dekh rahi thi, dil mein boli, “Kitna harami buddha hai.”
Shaam ko psychiatrist ka message aaya, “Tera toy aa gaya.” Shabana doctor ke paas gayi, toy liya—ek bada, kala lund, gunde jaisa. Uske paseene chhoot gaye, ghar aakar pehle takiye ke neeche chhupaya, phir almari mein, aakhir almari ke neeche rakh diya. Ravi ne phone kiya, aur hal chal poochne k baad usne poocha k aj kahan gai thi.docnpehle hi ahmad ko sex toys ka bata chuka tha.us ne kaha aj me doc k pass gai thi usne dawai di he.ahmad ne kaha dawai chupa ker rakhna ye na ho k koe aur kha jai.usne kaha han mene almari k neechey chupa diya he.
Shaam ko khana khane ke baad Ahmed aur Shabana apne kamre mein baithe the. Ahmed chaye ka cup haath mein liye TV dekh raha tha, aur Shabana ek magazine palat rahi thi. Achanak unhein charpai hilne ki awaaz sunai di—thodi si thap thap aur dheemi si cheekh. Shabana ne poochha, “Yeh kya hai?” Ahmed ne kaha, “Pata nahi, dekhte hain.” Dono uth kar Sana ke kamre ki taraf gaye—woh gehri neend mein thi, uski saansein barabar chal rahi thi. Phir unhone tau aur tai ke kamre ki taraf rukh kiya. Darwaza band tha, lekin khidki thodi si khuli thi. Ahmed ne Shabana ko ishara kiya, aur dono ne dheere se khidki ke paas aankh lagayi.
Andar tau tai ko ghodi bana kar chod raha tha. Uska nanga jism paseene se bheega tha, aur har jhatke ke saath woh bol raha tha, “Sana Sana Sana, Shabana Shabana Shabana, thap thap thap!” Tai ke muh se siskariyan nikal rahi thi, “Ahh… ahh…” Tau zor zor se dhakke maar raha tha, “Sana Sana Sana, Shabana Shabana Shabana, thap thap thap!” Ahmed aur Shabana ke pairon tale zameen nikal gayi—yeh kya dekh rahe the? Tau ek dum ruka, tai ko neeche litaya, khud bistar pe let gaya, aur tai uske lund pe baith gayi. Tau bola, “Chalo, in dono ki wajah se mere maze lag gaye. Tai, tu mera saath de rahi hai.” Tai uske lund pe uchalne lagi, aur tau phir se bolne laga, “Sana Sana Sana, Shabana Shabana Shabana, thap thap thap!” Tai boli, “Wah, maze karwa diye tune!”
Tau ke dil mein ganda khayal aaya, woh tai se bola, “Kash koi aisa role hota ke Sana aur Shabana dono mere saath maze karwati. Kash main Ahmed se keh pata, ‘Yeh 200 pakad, apni biwi ki gaand de.’ Dil chahta hai dono ki gaand mein muh daal kar sara din baitha rahoon.” Tai ne jhat se kaha, “Aisa sochna bhi mat! Rishtedari toot jayegi, ghar se nikaal denge. Bas jitne maze le sakte ho, khayali pulao banao aur mujhe aise chodte raho.” Tau hans pada, “Theek hai.” Jab uska pani nikalne laga, usne kaha, “Main tere muh pe giraana chahta hoon.” Tai boli, “Sana ke muh pe, Shabana ke muh pe?” Tau ne kaha, “Shabana ke!” Tai ne poochha, “Sana ke kyun nahi?” Tau bola, “Aaj Shabana ne maze karwaye—kabhi safai karte hue gaand dikhati hai, kabhi muskurati hai. Mere toh maze lag rahe hain. Main usse dua deta hoon ke uska har kaam seedha ho—iss buddhe ko naya jeevan diya usne. Aur tere bhi maze ho gaye na?”
Tau ne apna lund tai ke muh pe rakha, aur sara pani uske muh pe giraya. Tai ne usse choos liya, apni zubaan se chaat kar saaf kiya. Doosri taraf Ahmed aur Shabana yeh sab dekh rahe the—Shabana ke pair ladkhada gaye, uska dil zor zor se dhadakne laga. Ahmed ka lund pant mein khada ho gaya, usne bola, “Bhenchod, yeh kya hai?” Dono apne kamre mein wapas aaye, bistar pe let gaye, aur sochne lage ke abhi kya hua, ab kya karein? Tau aur tai ko nikaal dein ya chup rahen? Ahmed ne socha, “Shabana mujhe namard kahegi, main ghussa dikha kar usse confuse karta hoon.” Usne zor se bola, “Main inko chhodunga nahi! Tau ko maar doonga, abhi ghar se nikaal doonga!” Shabana darr gayi, “Nahi Ahmed, tu jaanta hai woh buddhe hain. Unki umar ho gayi hai, agar woh khayali khushi chahte hain aur humein takleef nahi dete, toh unko unke haal pe chhod do. Isme gunah nahi.”
Ahmed ne gussa dikhaya, “Tu kya keh rahi hai?” Shabana boli, “Yaad hai, maine tujhse wada liya tha ke aisi baatein nahi karenge. Woh wada abhi bhi hai. Inko unke haal pe chhod do—buddhe hain, rishtedar hain. Ghar mein baat phail gayi toh kya hoga? Hum inko support karein, reaction na dikhaien.” Ahmed ka dil chahta tha ke Shabana ko thoda naram kare, woh chup ho gaya, nazrein jhuka kar baith gaya. Shabana boli, “Chal, so jate hain.” Ahmed uske peeche let gaya, usse lipat gaya, aur bola, “Hum aaj kar sakte hain?” Shabana ne kaha, “Tujhe kaise dil chahta hai? Abhi tune yeh ganda manzar dekha.” Ahmed ne kaha, “Maine dil se nikaal diya.” Usne haath peeche kiya, apne lund ko chhua—woh khada tha. Shabana muskura di, “Tu wade pe qaim rehta hai, lekin yeh wade pe nahi—abhi bhi khada hai.”
Ahmed muskuraya, “Tujhe chubha tha?” Shabana boli, “Nahi, yeh kahan chubhega? Iski itni aukaat nahi.” Ahmed gussa dikhane laga, lekin Shabana ne kaha, “Tune khud kaha tha ke har cheez share karoon.” Dono hansne lage. Ahmed ne kaha, “Mujhe pata hai mera yeh chhota hai, tere liye kaafi nahi. Agar main kuch kar sakta hoon ya koi upaay ho toh bata.” Shabana boli, “Tu phir us taraf mat ja, maine tujhse wada liya tha ke buri baatein nahi karenge.” Ahmed ne kaha, “Nahi, hum aisa karein ke buri baat na ho aur upaay bhi nikal aaye.” Shabana ne poochha, “Aisa kaise ho sakta hai?” Ahmed ne kaha, “Tu soch, kal mujhe bata—main bhi sochta hoon.”
Phir usne kaha, “Ab main tere upar aa sakta hoon?” Shabana boli, “Theek hai.” Ahmed ne mazak mein kaha, “Chadh jata hoon, ek minute hi lagega.” Dono hansne lage. Ahmed uspe chadha, ek minute baad uska pani nikal gaya. Shabana ne uski gaand pe haath maara, “Bas ho gaya, nikal gayi teri aukaat?” Ahmed sharminda hua, lekin bola, “Sharminda mat kar, tune khud kaha tha ke har baat share karoon.” Shabana ne kaha, “Jab se tune share karne wali baat ki, tu mujhe share karne deta nahi—meri beizzati pe beizzati karta hai.” Dono phir hansne lage. Ahmed ne kaha, “Lekin tujhe is beizzati mein maza bhi toh aata hai.” Shabana muskura di, aur dono hansne lage.
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