Chapter 11
Us raat ko main bistar pe leta hua tha, aankhein band, dil ek ajeeb si thandi garmahat mein dooba hua, aur mera haath mere chhote se lund ko sehla raha tha—pehle dheere, phir thodi si tezi se, meri ungliyan uski chhoti, topa kheench rahi thi, jaise usmein koi chhupi hui aag ko jagane ki koshish kar rahi ho. Mere bagal mein meri mazhabi begum gehri neend mein soyi hui thi, uska chehra ek sukoon bhari thakan se chhaya hua, uske honthon pe ek halki si muskaan thi, jaise woh abhi bhi us chhote se kamre ke maza ko sapne mein jee rahi ho. Main uski saanson ki dheemi rhythm sun raha tha, har saans ke saath uska seena dheere-dheere uthta aur girta, aur mera dil kaafi halka mehsoos kar raha tha—us ghatna ko soch-soch kar, woh pal jab Noor ki kaamuk awaaz mere kaanon mein ek garam chingari ban ke giri thi, uske muh se nikle woh gaaliyan—“Hira, yeh lund tera… haye, dheere na”—aur un dono ke beech chala woh khel mere khoon ko garam kar chuka tha, meri nasson mein ek bijli si daud rahi thi.
Mera haath ab zor se chal raha tha, meri muthi mere lund ko kas ke pakad rahi thi, uski chhoti si nok ko ragadte hue, har ragad ke saath ek halka sa dard aur ek gahra maza saath-saath ubhar raha tha. Main us pal ko yaad kar raha tha—Noor ki woh lambi, tooti-tooti siskiyan, “Hira… ahh… yeh itna bada… ooooh,” uski awaaz mein ek woh masti jo mere saath kabhi nahi thi, woh gaaliyan jo usne Hira ke liye boli thi—“tu besharam… haye, yeh kalua lund meri jaan le lega”—aur woh “thap-thap” ki gili awaaz jo kamre ki deewaron se takra ke mere kaanon tak aayi thi. Mera lund ab sakht ho chuka tha, chhota sa lekin ek lohe ki tarah kadak, aur maine apni ungliyon se uski chamdi ko peechhe kheench kar zor se ragda, jaise usmein se Noor ki woh siskiyan nikal aayengi. Meri saansein tezi se chalne lagi, har saans ke saath ek garam hawa mere seene se nikal rahi thi, aur mera shareer ek thartharahat mein doob gaya—main khushi se pagal tha, yeh soch kar ki Noor ab Hira ki thi, uska woh pyaar, woh maza, sab us kameene ka tha, aur main ismein ek hissa banke kitna khush tha.
Mera dimaag us raat ke har pal mein ghum raha tha—Hira ki woh tharki awaaz, “Arre babu, pura maza le, yeh tera hai aaj,” aur Noor ka woh jawab, “Hira… ahh… bas… meri jaan nikal rahi hai,” uski woh siski jo mere liye kabhi nahi thi, woh gaaliyan jo mere liye “tauba tauba” se zyada kabhi nahi badhi thi. Maine apna haath aur tezi se chalaya, meri muthi ab ek gusse aur maza ke saath mere lund ko masal rahi thi, uski nok pe ek garam, gila chhala ban gaya tha, aur har ragad ke saath ek jhatka mere shareer mein daud jata tha. Main us pal ko jee raha tha—Noor ki woh gori chut jo Hira ke lund ke saath ek ho gayi thi, woh gila shor, woh “ooooh” jo uske honthon se nikla tha, aur woh pyaar bhari baatein—“tu alag hai, Hira”—jo usne mere liye kabhi na kahi thi. Mera lund ab phatne ke kagar pe tha, meri ungliyan uspe zor-zor se ragad rahi thi, aur ek garam dhaar mere andar se nikal pada, pyjame ke andar ek gili chhapan chhapa gayi, par main chup raha, Noor ke bagal mein leta hua, uski neend mein chhupi muskaan ko dekhta hua, mera dil ek ajeeb si khushi se bhar gaya—main uska miya tha, lekin uska asli maza Hira ka tha, aur yeh baat mujhe sukoon de rahi thi.
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Agle subah main office ke liye tayyar ho raha tha, maine socha tha ki kal ke baad Noor mein kaafi badlaav aa jayenge, lekin aisa kuchh nahi mehsoos kiya maine. Woh waise hi thi, ghar ke kaam karne mein masgool, ghar aur khas kar mera aur mere bete ka khayal rakhne wali meri pyari bibi Noor. Maine ehsaas kiya ki chudai kar lene se rishte nahi tootate, aur meri bibi Noor meri bibi hi rahegi. Mere chehre pe muskaan thi aur main kha kar kaam ko nikal gaya.
Main office mein kaam pe gaur kar raha tha ki mera phone baj utha, saamne wahi kameena tha. Maine usse sidhe poochha, “Maza aaya kal ka nahi?” Ispe woh chehakte hue jawab diya, “Haan bhadwe, bahut maza aaya.” Main uski baat sun hasne laga, “To phir aaj ka kya plan hai?” Ispe woh mujhe bolta hai, “Haan usi ke liye phone kiya, main teri bibi ko pick karne ja raha hun, tu use bol de neeche ready rahe.” Maine usse poochha, “Kahan ka plan hai?” Ispe usne hanste hue jawab diya, “Arre water park le ja raha hun be.” Maine yeh sunte hi turant maan gaya, “Arre wah, le jao, main abhi call kar deta hun.” ispe usne mujhe bola, "jarurat nahi hai, maine pehle hi use bula liya hai, haan teri ammi-abbu puche to bol dena zaruri kaam hai" ye sun mujhe kaafi accha laga ki wo kameena noor ke acche hi soch raha hai, maine phir use kaha, "maze karo tum dono" maine phone kaati aur bathroom ki aur chal pada, mere dimag me ek hi baat chaal raha tha, "Kal shadi aur aaj waterpark" aur main hasane laga.
