गांड का दीवाना

Meri shaadi ko do saal ho gaye. Do saal mein kabhi bhi mere pati ne mere saath seedha sex nahi kiya. Aur maine kabhi shikayat nahi ki. Kyonki mujhe woh chahiye hi nahi tha.

Mujhe chahiye tha woh aur kuch.

Main padma hoon. Tees saal ki. Gora rang, kaali ghani zulfain, aur jism jo har aadmi ko dekhne par majboor kar de. Main jaanti hoon main sexy hoon. Main jaanti hoon meri chhati ka ubhar aur meri gand ka golai logon ko pagal kar deta hai. Aur main isse pyar karti hoon.

Aaj bhi main sharwar kameez pehni hoon. Halka gulabi rang, patla kapda. Kameez itni patli ki mere nipple dikhte hain, chahe main kuch bhi karoon. Sharwar thoda tight hai, meri gand ki shakal bilkul saaf dikhti hai. Har baar jab main gali se guzarti hoon, mujhe pata hota hai ki log kya dekh rahe hain.

Aur main unhe dekhne deti hoon.

Mere pati ka naam Rohan hai. Bank mein kaam karta hai. Seedha saadha aadmi. Lekin uski ek adat hai jo mujhe bahut pasand hai. Woh mujhe kabhi bhi seedha nahi chodta. Woh hamesha meri gand leta hai. Pehli raat bhi. Shaadi ke baad jab hum suite mein aaye, toh usne mujhe ghutno par bithaya aur seedha meri gand mein daal diya.

Maine kuch nahi kaha. Main chahti thi.

Aur aaj tak woh yahi karta hai. Kabhi kabhi main sochti hoon ki kya woh jaanta hai ki mujhe yahi chahiye. Ya woh bas apni marzi se karta hai. Par maine kabhi pucha nahi. Kyonki mujhe dar hai ki agar main puchoongi toh woh ruk jayega.

Aaj dopahar ka waqt tha. Gali mein bachhe khel rahe the. Main apni saheli ke ghar se aa rahi thi. Raste mein ek chai ki dukaan hai. Wahan char-paanch aadmi baithe the. Jise maine dekha, woh mujhe dekh rahe the. Unki aankhen meri gand par tik gayin.

“Arre wah, Padma ji aaj toh bahut sexy lag rahi hain,” ek ne kaha.

Main ruki. Unki taraf dekha. Ek smile di. Lekin kuch nahi bola.

“Kya maal hai yaar,” doosre ne kaha, “iski gand toh dekho, kameez ke neeche se bilkul saaf dikh rahi hai.”

Main aage badh gayi. Lekin andar se ek thrill sa mehsoos hua. Woh gande comments. Woh gandi nigaahein. Mujhe maza aata hai. Main nahi jaanti kyon. Lekin aata hai.

Jab main ghar pahunchi, Rohan abhi tak office mein tha. Ghar mein sannata tha. Maine sharwar kameez utaari aur mirror ke saamne khadi hui. Apni chhati ko dekha. Gol, moti, kaali nipples ke saath. Apni gand ko dekha. Tight, round, bilkul perfect shape. Main ne apna haath apni gand par rakha. Daba kar dekha. Naram. Lekin jab maine zor se dabaya, toh andar ka mazboot hissa mehsoos hua.

Main sochti hoon ki aaj raat Rohan kya karega. Woh aam taur par mujhe sofa par le jaata hai. Mere kapde utaar deta hai. Mujhe aage jhuka deta hai. Aur phir woh apna lund meri gand mein daal deta hai. Koi foreplay nahi. Koi baat nahi. Bas seedha andar.

Aur main? Main chup rahti hoon. Haan, main chup rahti hoon. Lekin andar se main chilla rahi hoti hoon. Maza aa raha hota hai. Jab woh andar jaata hai, toh mujhe dard hota hai. Lekin woh dard maza deta hai. Phir jab woh hilna shuru karta hai, toh mera poora jism kaamp uthta hai. Main apne haathon ko sofa ke kinare pakad leti hoon. Apne daant hothon mein daba leti hoon. Lekin awaaz nahi nikalti.

Woh khatam karta hai. Uth jaata hai. Bathroom mein chala jaata hai. Aur main wahin padi rehti hoon. Apne gand mein uske pani ke saath.

Aaj shaam ko main gali mein phir se nikli. Is baar maine thoda aur patla kapda pehna. Ek white cotton kameez, jo bilkul transparent hai. Neeche sharwar nahi, ek patla sa lehenga. Jo meri kamar se neeche tak hai. Aur usmein bhi kuch nahi. Bas ek patli si petticoat.

Gali ke nukkar par ek naya aadmi khada tha. Lamba, gora, mota sa. Usne mujhe dekha. Ruk gaya. Uski aankhen meri chhati par tik gayin. Phir neeche. Phir upar. Phir woh muskuraya.

“Madam, aap toh bahut sundar hain,” usne kaha.

Main ruki. Usse dekha. “Shukriya,” maine kaha.

“Aapki gand toh dekhte hi banta hai,” usne seedha kaha.

Mujhe laga ki main sharma jaaungi. Lekin main nahi sharmayi. Main muskurayi. Aur aage badh gayi.

Lekin mere andar kuch hil gaya. Woh aadmi. Uski baat. Uski nigaahein. Kuch toh tha.

Jab main ghar pahunchi, Rohan aa chuka tha. Sofa par baitha tha. TV dekh raha tha. Maine usse dekha. Woh mujhe dekh raha tha. Uski aankhen meri sharwar-kameez par thi. Lekin woh kuch nahi bola.

“Kya hua?” maine pucha.

“Kuch nahi,” usne kaha. “Bas soch raha tha ki aaj raat kya karna hai.”

Main andar gayi. Kitchen mein paani piya. Mera haath kaamp raha tha. Kya ho raha hai mujhe? Aaj ka din alag tha. Woh gali ka aadmi. Uski baat. Aur ab Rohan ki baat.

Main ne socha ki aaj raat main kuch alag karoongi. Shayed woh bhi kuch alag karega.

Aur main galat nahi thi.