Doston mera naam Abhishek hai, Ye kahani ek saal pehle ki hai jab main Kanpur university mein padhai kar raha tha. Meri Political science ki class thi jiska final year chal raha tha.
Main hostel se roz paidal hi chal ke college pohochta tha, aur usi raste se aati thi Fatima. Fatima ke baare mein kya hi bataun. 3 saal se main usse thodi thodi baat kar pata tha. Par mujhe sabhi doston ne daraya hua tha.
Uska parivaar Kanpur ke kafi khatarnak logon mein mana jata hai. Uske abbu pe police case bhi chal rahe the. Uske do bhai bhi the jo sare aam logon ko daraaya karte the. Lekin haraami mann manne wala kahan tha.
Mujhe toh Fatima college ke first year ke first day pe hi pasand aa gayi thi. Woh ekdum gori, kad kareeb 5 ft, gulaabi gaal, ache bade boobs. Aur hamesha sar pe hijaab lagaye hue college mein mujhe roz class mein dikhti thi.
Main padhai mein kafi acha tha. Toh woh mujhse roz hi kuch padhai se related baat karne zarur aati thi. Par hamari baaten sirf padhai se related hi hoti thi. Khair baat kabhi kuch khaas aage nahi badhi. Aur use propose karne ke khwab toh bohut dekhe par kabhi himmat meri bhi nahi hui.
Final year ke exams aane waale the aur woh kafi tension mein thi. Kyonki ‘Global politics’ ke subject mein uski knowledge zero thi.
Toh usne mujhse aa ke kaha, “Abhishek kya tum mujhe thoda personal tutor kar sakte ho? Meri kafi haalat kharab hai iss subject mein aur paas hona zaroori hai mera.” Maine kaha, “Padha toh main dunga Fatima. Par itna zaroori kyon hai pass hona? Back toh tumhari pehle bhi aayi hai, kya farak pada?”
Toh usne bataya, “Abbu ne mera nikaah Dubai mein rehne wale ek ladke se tay kar diya hai. Woh meri khala ka beta lagta hai aur bas college se degree milne ka wait ho raha hai. Uske turant baad nikaah. Toh agar meri back aa gayi toh 6 mahine aage tal jayega saara kaam.”
Maine kaha, “Fatima tum toh badi chhupa rustam nikli. Na kisi ko bataya, na bulaya. Khair chhodo ehsaanfaramosh, ye batao ki padhaun kaise? Library toh band hai, aur hostel tum aa nahi sakti. Aur tumhare ghar ke baare mein waise hi sabne dara rakha hai!” Maine aadha haste aur aadha asliyat mein kaha.
Usne 10 second sochne ke baad kaha, “Landmark hotel dekha hai na? Parade chaurahe ke paas? Tum mujhe aaj shaam 6 baje wahi milna. Main room le lungi. Ghar pe bol dungi ki group study ke liye girls’ hostel mein ruki hu. Kisi ko shak nahi hoga.”
“Tum please mujhe padha dena, aur raat mein main tumhari wapsi ki cab bhi karwa dungi. Taaki tum hostel time se pohoch jao. Dekho mana mat karna please. Tumhe meri situation pata hi hai.”
“Please Abhishek, dekho mujhe pata hai tum mujhe pasand karte aaye ho itne saal. Tumhare doston ne sab bata rakha hai mujhe. Meri itni si baat ko mana mat karo please. Kuch nahi hoga I promise.”
Woh itni saari baat tezi se kahe jaa rahi thi aur mere mann mein laddoo phoote ja raha tha. Padhai ki baat to koso duur thi. Bas ye soch raha tha ki iss dheele salwar kameez ke andar ki figure kitne zabardast hogi.
Ye sabhi khayali pulao sochta hu main turant raazi ho gaya aur kaha, “Fatima chalo maan gaya main. Lekin yaar agar tumhare bhaiyon ya papa ne dekh liya toh bacha lena bas.” Woh bhi hasi aur kaha ki 6 baje milte hai.
Main dot 6 baje Landmark hotel pohoch gaya, aur andar reception se ho ke upar room ki taraf lift se chal diya. Usne mujhe pehle hi room number text kar diya tha aur maine seedha room pe pohoch ke knock kiya.
Darwaza khulte hi ekdum se main chaunk gaya. Teen saal jiss ladki ko roz sirf salwaar kameez aur hijaab mein dekha tha woh ab khule ghungrale baal, ek tight white color t-shirt or pink pyjame mein thi.
“Fatima, ye tum hi ho na? Ya main kisi heroine ke kamre mein aa gaya galti se?”
Fatima ne mujhe jaldi se andar kheech liya, ” Koi dekh na le jaldi andar aa jao.” Darwaza band karke woh hasi aur kaha, “Yaar main ghar mein toh aise hi rehti hu na. Tumko kya lagta hai, main itna sab taam jhaam pehen ke soti hun roz?”
Woh kamra kafi bada aur luxury se bhara tha, kyonki ye Kanpur ka sabse mehnga hotel tha. Kamre mein ek bada king size double bed, 50-inch ka tv, Ek glass ka bathroom, aur study desk jiske saamne sheesha laga tha.
Zameen pe brown colour ki carpet thi, aur AC ki wajah se kamra acha thanda ho rakha tha. Maine socha ki kaash ye meri patni hoti, aur hum aise hi hotel mein honeymoon manane aate. Toh main poore kamre mein har jagah ghuma ghuma ke iski chudai karta.
Khair hum dono hi desk pe padhne baithe. Par thodi hi der mein samajh aa gaya ki baaten karne mein zyada mazaa aa raha hai. To baaten hi karne lage. Maine usse pucha, “Tumko kisne bataya ki main tumhe pasand karta hu?”
Toh Fatima boli, “Actually main tumhe college first year se like karti hu. Toh isiliye classes ke baad thoda bohut baat karne ki koshish karti thi. Par tum ho budhu tumko kabhi samajh hi nahi aaya.”
“Mere ghar ki condition tumhe pata hi hai. Agar kisi ko kuch pata chal jata toh bawaal hi ho jata, isliye kabhi khul ke nahi kaha. Bas apni dost Priya ko bataya tha. Par usi ne bataya, ‘Yaar Abhishek bhi tumhe like karta hai.’”
“Khair chhodo ab kya. Ab toh shaadi ho rahi hai meri. Mujhe toh ladka bhi bilkul pasand nahi hai. Ladka kya, 40 saal ka aadmi hai, zabardasti mere se shaadi karayi ja rahi bol ke ki achi match hai. Mera toh khaas mann bhi nahi.”
Maine apne haath se uska haath pakad ke bola, “Fatima main bhi bohut sapne dekhta tha ki college ke baad tumhe apni patni bana lun. Aur saath mein hum honeymoon pe jaye.” Ye kehte hi mujhe laga ki maine kuch zyada hi bol diya.
Par fatima ne mera haath dheeme se le ke apne breast ke upar rakh diya. Main bhi thoda surprise hua par turant left hand se uska muh thoda upar kiya. Uske gulaabi honth aur badi badi aankhen ekdum mere muh ke saamne thi.
Maine dheeme se apne lips uske lips ke upar rakhe. Aur hum kiss karna shuru ho gaye. Kareeb 10-minute tak gehri gehri jeebh daal ke kisses aur apne haath se maine uske boobs ko khuub dabaya.
Fir ek jhatke mein usne apni t-shirt nikaal di. Usne bra nahin pehni thi. Maine uska pyajama kheench ke nikaal diya aur apne kapde bhi nikaal diye. Usne meri taraf dekha.
Maine shararat bhari awaaz se usse kaha, “Fatima, tumhari body gazab ki hai. Ye mujhe aaj ja ke pata chala. Par meri ek baat maano, apna hijaab pehen lo. Main tumhe waise hi dekhna chahte hu jaise pichle 3 saal se imagine kar raha hu.” Usne turant apna hara rang ka hijaab sar pe daal liya.
Fatima aur main ab aamne saamne the. Uska sar mere seene pe, woh halki halki saanse le rahi thi. Apne haathon ko tezi se meri peeth pe fer rahi thi. Maine tezi se uska hijaab uske baalon ke saath hi pakad ke, uski gardan peeche ki.
Aur usko TV ke paas lagi study table pe le ja ke ulta khada kar diya. Wahi uska sar jhuka ke table pe, dono pair apne pairon se side kiya. Aur dusre haath se apna mota lamba lund, apni boxers se bahar nikaala.
Fatima kuch keh nahi rahi thi. Par uska shareer bata raha tha, ki woh tayyar toh thi, par thodi dari hui bhi thi. Bhala main kahan use thoda bhi relax karne deta. Maine uski ass pe zor ka thapad maara jisse woh poori hill gayi.
Woh ‘hmmm’ ki awaaz nikaali. Fir maine usi haath mein thook ke, haath uski choot pe peeche se fairana shuru kiya. Par main samajh gaya ki iski zarurat nahi. Woh pehle se hi poori bheegi hui thi. Uski geeli chut mein apna lund ghused ke aaj use apna bana hi lunga, aisa socha maine.
“Fatima tumhe dard ho toh mujhe batana, main dheeme karunga.” Aisa keh ke main apna lund uski chut ke upar le aaya. “Jaldi karo please, Abhishek aur mat ruko ab. Mera shareer tadap chuka hai ekdum, please aur wait mat karao,” woh boli.
Maine halka halka lund ko andar dhakelna shuru kiya aur uska shareer dard ke maare kaanpne laga. Uski halki halki awaaz karte hue mujhe sunai de rahi thi. Iske baad narmi ka time khatam, aur maine zor zor se use pelna shuru kiya.
Uske kandhe pe rakhe mere dono haath ko usne apne haathon se kass ke pakad rakha tha. ” Ah, Abhishek, I love you.” Mere lund ke tez prahaar ke beech mein woh atak atak ke boli.
Main haste hue bola, “Madam ye love nahi aapka lust bol raha hai! Aapko ye nahi sikhaya gaya ki lund se nahi, insaan se pyaar karo?” Woh bhi mere lund ke jhatko ke beeche thoda hass ke boli, “Dekho… ab…meri… virginity aur chut …toh hamesha… ke liye tumhari… ho gayi hai. Ab ye pyaar nahin… toh kya?”
Maine pelna rok ke turant uska hijaab pakad ke uska apni taraf kiya. Usse kandhon se jhuka ke ghutne pe baitha diya. Mera lund seedha uske muh ke saamne. “Dekho Virginity 3 type ki hoti hai, abhi maine 3 mein se ek toh le li, ab muh kholo toh dusre ke baare mein batata hu.”
Mere kehte hi, mujhe kuch karne ki zaruurat nahi padi. Woh khud hi apna muh khol ke turant aadha lund muh ke andar baahar dheeme dheeme karne lagi. Usne muh mein lund liye hu. Shararat bhari aankho se meri taraf dekha jaise ki icecream choos rahi ho.
Uske muh ka mazaa uski chuut se bhi kahin zyada tha. Woh magan ho ke andar bahar karne mein lagi thi. Na koi duniya ki parwah, na koi mazhab ki aur na hi samaaj ki. Aaj toh use bas mere lund ko poora choos ke khaali karna tha.
Maine usse pucha, “Fatima, mera hone hi waala hai. Bahar nikaalun kya?” Woh kuch nahi boli. Par usne naa mein sar hila diya. Fir aur zor se muh andar bahar karne lagi.
Maine poora gaadha muth, seedha uske muh mein utaar diya. Woh fir bhi tezi se andar bahar karti rahi jab tak ki aankhri boond nahi nikal gayi. Poora muth, masti dahi ki tarah gatakgati.
Uske baad mein woh wahin mere pair ko pakad ke, meri thigh pe sar rakh ke, thakaan ke maare wahi baith gayi. Thodi si muth jo uske boobs pe giri thi, woh maine apni ungli se utha ke uski maang mein bhar di.
Maine saamne rakhe sheeshe mein dekha. Main aur Fatima ek dusre mein khoye hue. Aur socha ki kaun kehta hai ki hamare desh mein Hindu Muslim ekta nahi ho sakti?