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[Danish Mukharji]

59. Ghar Wapasi aur nai shuruat

Jab ham ghar pahunche toh shaam ho chuki thi... woh waqt jab suraj dhalta hai aur raat ka andhera apni god mein samaan leta hai... par us din woh andhera alag tha... woh hamari zindagi mein ghus raha tha... jaise koi bhoot... koi saaya...





Sasurji darwaze pe khade the... unka chehra... woh chehra jisse main pehchaan nahi pa raha tha... koi expression nahi tha... na gussa tha na koi dukh... bas ek ajeeb sa blankness... jaise unhone apni aankhein bandh kar li ho... jaise woh kisi aur duniya mein ho... aur mujhe laga ki shayad yeh achha hai... shayad unhone kuchh dekha nahi... par jab unhone darwaza khola aur ham andar aaye... tab mujhe samajh aaya ki woh sab jaante hain... har ek cheez...

Main paying guest tha... yaad tha mujhe... ki main sirf ek kirayedaar hoon is ghar mein... ek outsider... par aaj woh boundary mit gayi thi... kyunki jo hamne Prague mein kiya tha... woh ab sab ke saamne tha... aur ham... ham dono... ek hi din wapas aa gaye the... alag alag time par nikle the... par ek hi din laut aaye... yeh timing... yeh coincidence... itna bada tha ki koi bhi uss par shaq kart sakta tha aasani se... I hope ke aap samaj pa rahe ho. Nikle bhi ek din wapas bhi aaye to ek din...

Sasurji ne pehla sawal pucha... awaaz mein woh ajeeb sa tone tha... jaise woh already jawab jaante hue bhi poochh rahe ho... "Tum log kab nikle the... aur kab aaye...?"

Savita ne wahi bahana dobara dohraya... ki woh apne ek dur ke rishtedar se milne gayi thi... aur main apne gaanv gaya tha... par hamari yeh conversation... yeh jhooth... hamare pakde jaane ka kaaran ban gayi... kyunki ham dono ne alag alag kahaniyaan banayi thi... aur jab woh ek doosre se takraayi... jab timing match nahi ki... tab shaq yakeen mein badal gaya...

Aur phir... phir maine drawing room mein Diljit ko dekha... woh sofa pe baitha tha... uski aankhein... uski aankhein bata rahi thi sab kuchh... usne sab bata diya tha... apni maa ko... apne papa ko... jo bhi Prague mein hua tha... jo bhi hamne kiya tha... woh sab kuchh... woh sab kuchh ab unki nazron ke saamne tha...

Sasu ji kitchen se nikli... haath mein chamcha tha... shayad kuchh bana rahi thi... par jab unhone bhi ham dono ko saath mein dekha... jab unhone hamari aankhon mein woh darr dekha... woh guilt dekha... tab unhe bhi sab samajh aa gaya... bina kuchh kahe samajh aa gaya...

"Kya hai yeh... tum dono... tum dono saath mein kyun ho... tum log kahin gaye the kya..."

Unki awaaz... pehle se hi shak thi usmein... pehle se hi woh jaanti thi... par ab confirmation chahiye thi...





Ham chup the... Savita chup thi... aur phir... phir jaisa maine socha tha... waisa hi hua...

Sasu ji chilla padi... unki awaaz itni tez thi... jaise poore mohalle ko sunayi de... jaise koi bijli giri ho...

"Kya hai yeh... tum dono... tum dono shadi-shuda ho kya...?"

Sawal tha... par jawab hamare chehre pe tha... haan... ham dono haan mein sar hilaaye... aur woh gussa... woh gussa jo andar daba hua tha... woh ab bahar aaya... fata... jaise koi bomb explode ho... Aur diljit ko kaha

"Shadi hui nahi hai tumhari... court marriage baki hai... ham aage nahi badhna chahte..."

Yeh unka farman tha... final decision... ki ab yeh rishta... yeh jo bhi tha... khatam... sab khatam...

Aur phir... phir jo sabse painful tha... woh shuru hua...

Sasu ji ne wapas Diljit ki taraf mudke dekha... uski aankhon mein ghus ke dekha... aur phir bola... woh shabd... woh alfaaz... jo aaj tak main nahi bhool sakta...

"Kaisi aurat se shaadi karne ja raha tha tu... jo already shadi-shuda hai... jo apne pehle pati ke saath rehti hai... aur ek randi type ki hai... jo nangi ghoomti hai... jo sabke saath soti hai..."

Har shabd... jaise talwar ki chhuri se... ham dono par... hamari zindagi par... hamari izzat par...

Mai aur Savita... ham dono bas khade the... kuchh bol nahi pa rahe the... kya bolte... kya kehte... sach toh yeh tha... sach toh wahi tha jo woh keh rahi thi...

"Isne hamari naak kat di... hamara naam mitti mein mila diya... aur tu... tu isse shaadi karne ja raha tha... isse maa banana chahta tha..."

Diljit... bechara Diljit... woh bas ro raha tha... uski aankhon se aansu... uski zindagi... uski mohabbat... sab khatam hota hua...

Aur ham... ham dono... jab unhone kaha ki niklo... jab unhone order diya... tab ham chale gaye... apne ghar ke liye... jaise koi bhaga hua jurm... jaise koi nakaam mohabbat...

Peeche... peeche Diljit... bas rote hue dekhta raha...





Jab ham apne ghar pahunche... tab Savita ne darwaza bandh kiya... aur seedha bed pe gir gayi... uski aankhein... woh aankhein jo hamesha chamakti thi... aaj unmein kuchh nahi tha... sirf andhera... sirf khaalipan...

Main paas baitha... uske baal sahlate hue... dheere se... bina kuchh kahe... kyunki kya kehta... kya bolta... jo hua tha woh toh hua tha... ab bas sametna tha... sametna aur aage badhna...

Kuchh der baad... jab shaant ho gayi... tab usne mudke dekha... aur phir... phir ham dono mein woh baat hui... woh conversation jo shayad honi hi thi...

"Mujhe pata tha ki ek na ek din yeh hoga..."

Savita ki awaaz... dheemi thi... thaki hui thi... par usmein woh realization tha... woh acceptance tha...

Maine haan mein sar hilaya... "Mujhe bhi pata tha... par itni jaldi... yeh socha nahi tha..."

Savita ne kaha... "Achha hua... jo hua jaldi hua... warna aur zyada umeedein hoti... aur zyada dard hota..."

Yeh uski samajhdaari thi... ya shayad woh bas khud ko samjha rahi thi... par jo bhi tha... sach tha... ki yeh bound to happen tha... jo bhi hua... jaisa bhi hua...

Agle kuchh din... Savita shant rahi... apne aap ko thik karne mein lagi... maine use waqt diya... uski zaroorat thi... uski space thi... main bas paas tha... bina kuchh maange... bina kuchh kahe...

Woh subah uthti... chai banati... baithi... sochti... shaam ko chhoti si walk... aur phir wapas... yeh routine... yeh silence... yeh healing ka process...

Aur phir... ek din... woh din aaya...

Savita newspaper dekh rahi thi... woh aankhein jo ab thodi chamakne lagi thi... woh ruk gayi... ek page pe... ek advertisement pe...

"College Professor Required... Literature Department... Qualification: Masters in English Literature... Experience preferred but not mandatory..."

Woh advertisement... woh shabd... jaise koi purana sapna... koi bhooli hui yaad... jo saalon pehle... jab Savita college mein thi... jab usne apni Masters ki thi... tab uska sapna tha... ki woh padhayegi... woh professor banegi... woh students ko sikhaegi...





Par phir shaadi hui... phir yeh zindagi... yeh randi wali zindagi... aur woh sapna... woh sapna kahi peeche reh gaya...

Aaj... aaj woh sapna phir saamne tha... aur uske paas qualification thi... uske paas degree thi... Masters in English Literature... woh padhi likhi thi... woh qualified thi...

Usne mujhe dikhaya... uski aankhon mein woh purani chamak wapas thi... woh excitement... woh umeed...

"Dekho... yeh... yeh main kar sakti hoon..."

Maine uski aankhon mein woh excitement dekha... woh purani chamak jo vapas aa rahi thi... aur mere dimag mein ek idea aaya... ek aisa idea jo uske liye nayi umeed ban sakta tha...

"Savita..." Maine dheere se kaha... uska dhyaan khinchte hue...

Woh mudi... aankhon mein sawal tha...

"Tum jaanti ho... college mein kya hota hai...?" Maine shuruwat ki... awaaz mein woh tone tha... jaise koi raaz bata raha ho...

Savita ne eyebrow uthai... "Matlab?"

"Young ladke... fresh blood... jo tumhari class mein aayenge... jo tumhe dekhenge... tumhari har baat sunenge..."

Maine har shabd pe zor diya... uski soch ko direction dene ki koshish ki...





"Salo se... student aur professor ke beech ek alag rishta hota hai..." Maine aage badha... "Teacher ko apne students ke liye ek protective feeling hoti hai... par kabhi kabhi... yeh feeling aur zyada strong ho jaati hai..."

Savita ki saansein tez ho gayi... woh samajh gayi thi... uski aankhon mein woh spark aa gaya...

"Aur tum..." Maine uski taraf ishaara kiya... "Tum hot ho... beautiful ho... experienced ho... jo ladki apne professors se chudti hai... woh tumhe dekh ke kya sochega...?"

Yeh baat uske dimag mein gayi... aur seedhe jaa ke chipak gayi... jaise koi bullet target pe laga ho...

Usne socha... college ke ladke... 18-19 saal ke... fresh energy... jo uski class mein baithenge... uski figure dekhenge... uski baaton mein kho jayenge... aur woh... woh unmein se kisi ko... shayad...

"Interview..." Usne kaha... awaaz mein woh excitement thi... "Mujhe jaana chahiye..."

Aur phir woh uthi... taiyar hone lagi... professional banne lagi...

Usne apni purani files nikaali... degrees... certificates... usne saree pahani ekdam hot wali..

Maine uski madad ki... use sexy dikhne ke liye





Aur phir... woh taiyar thi... ek professor ki tarah... par andar... andar woh randi thi... jo young blood ka intezaar kar rahi thi...

Woh nikli... door se mud ke dekhi... ek aakhri smile di... aur chali gayi... naye adventure ki taraf...

Savita college pahunchi... blouse deep neck... waist pe saree neeche... navel dikh raha tha... woh soch rahi thi... shayad koi male interviewer hoga... thoda cleavage dikhake... thoda flirt karke... job pakki...

Waiting room mein baithi... doosre candidates dekh rahe the... young girls... fresh graduates... par unmein woh experience nahi tha... woh confidence nahi tha... jo Savita mein tha...

"Savita..." Bulava aaya...

Woh andar gayi... smile di... par... par wahan ek female interviewer baithi thi... Mrs. Nair... name plate pe likha tha... 45 saal ki... strict look... professional...

Savita thodi mayus hui... par usne control kiya... haath jode... "Namaste ma'am..."

"Baithiye..." Mrs. Nair ne kaha...

Questions shuru hue...

"Post-colonial literature mein hybridity concept ko kaise samajhte hain aap?"





Savita ne jawab diya... confident... "Ma'am... hybridity matlab do alag cultures ka milna... jaise India mein British rule ke baad jo literature bana... woh dono ka mixture tha... Indian soul... British language..."

"Feminist theory mein 'male gaze' concept samjhaiye..."

"Ma'am... male gaze matlab... society mein aurat ko sirf mard ki nazar se dekha jaana... jaise films mein heroine ko sirf hero ki love interest ke roop mein dikhaya jaata hai... na ki independent character ke roop mein..."

Har sawal... har jawab... perfect... knowledgeable... experienced...

Par phir... Mrs. Nair uthi... "Ek minute... Mr. Verma bhi aane wale hain... woh final decision lenge..."

Door khula... Mr. Verma aaye... 35 saal ke... handsome... fit... blazer mein...

Savita ki aankhein chamki... yeh... yeh woh tha... jiska intezaar tha...

Mrs. Nair ne kaha... "Main chalti hoon... aap dono baat kar lo..."

Woh chali gayi... ab sirf Savita... aur Mr. Verma...

Woh smile di... confident... ab job pakki thi...

Mr. Verma ne chair pe baith ke file bandh ki... aur dheere se kaha...

"Aapko pata hai... humare college mein ek special subject hai... ancient Indian texts..."

Savita ne haan mein sar hilaya... samajh gayi thi... direction kahan ja rahi thi...

"Kamasutra... iske baare mein kya jaanti hain aap?"

Savita ne smile di... confident... "Bahut kuchh..."

Mr. Verma ne pehla sawal pucha... "Is text ka main purpose kya tha... sirf physical acts ya kuchh aur?"

Savita ne jawab diya... "Sirf physical acts nahi... complete lifestyle... relationships... understanding between partners..."





"Kitne main sections hain isme?"

"Saat... har section alag topic cover karta hai... pehla general conduct... phir relationships... phir physical union..."

Mr. Verma ne aage pucha... "Physical union mein... positions ki baat aati hai... kya yeh sirf entertainment tha ya education?"

Savita ne openly jawab diya... "Education tha... different body types... different preferences... compatibility..."

"Kiss ka zikr hai isme... importance kya hai?"

Savita ne kaha... "Foreplay... intimacy... sirf act nahi... poora experience..."

Mr. Verma ne aur detail mein pucha... "Types of union... kaise categorize kiya gaya hai?"

"Height... temperament... compatibility... matching partners..."

"Female pleasure... isme kitna importance diya gaya hai?"

Savita ne directly kaha... "Baraabar... male aur female dono ka pleasure important tha... yeh sirf male-centric nahi tha..."

Sawal jawab chalte rahe...

Mr. Verma clearly impressed the... aur Savita... woh openly... bina sharmaye... sab kuchh explain kar rahi thi...

Mr. Verma ne chair pe theek se baith ke... awaaz dheemi ki... jaise koi raaz ki baat kar raha ho...

"Kamasutra mein... unconventional practices ka zikr hai... aap samajhti hain kya keh raha hoon?"

Savita ne eyebrow uthai... samajh gayi... "Group... multiple partners?"





"Haan..." Mr. Verma ne kaha... "Iske baare mein kya sochti hain? Ancient India mein... yeh common tha?"

Savita ne jawab diya... "Specific circumstances mein... social gatherings... certain festivals... restricted to particular classes..."

"Force... kya zikr hai iska?"

Savita thodi ruki... phir kaha... "Nahi... force nahi... mutual consent... pleasure based... yeh important tha..."

Mr. Verma ne aage pucha... "BDSM type activities... binding... spanking..."

"Ha..." Savita ne kaha... "Light binding... sensory deprivation... pleasure enhance karne ke liye... pain aur pleasure ka connection..."

"Age difference... young student... older teacher..."

Savita ne directly dekha... "knowledge ke saath... physical intimacy bhi... accepted tha..."

"Public acts... exhibitionism..."

"Private chambers mein... par kuchh texts mein... semi-public... gardens... water bodies..."

Mr. Verma ne file mein kuchh note kiya... phir pucha... "Aap... aap khud... in practices mein believe karti hain?"

Savita ne smile di... dark... knowing... "Mujhe... experience hai..."

Mr. Verma ne file side mein rakhi... serious hoke kaha...





"Dekhiye... main clear karna chahta hoon... hamare college mein... student ko samjhana hai... padhana hai... use fasana nahi hai..."

Savita ne confused dekha...

"Pichle teacher ne yeh kiya tha..." Mr. Verma ne bataya... "Ek 19 saal ki ladki thi... first year... unhone usse apne jaal mein fasa liya..."

Savita ne jawab diya... "Par... yeh toh teacher-student mein... aisi bonding..."

Mr. Verma ne interrupt kiya... "Bonding? Ya exploitation?"

Savita argue karne lagi... "Nahi... aap samajh nahi rahe... subject hi aisa hai... Kamasutra... literature... intimate topics... toh bonding toh hogi hi..."

"18-19 saal ke ladke ladkiyon mein..." Savita ne aage kaha... "Yeh common hota hai... attraction... curiosity..."

Mr. Verma ne kaha... "Common hai... par allow nahi hai..."

Savita ne kaha... "Allow nahi... par rok nahi sakte... feelings ko..."

"Toh kya teacher use use kare?" Mr. Verma ne pucha... gussa thoda...

Savita ne kaha... "Use nahi... guide kare... experienced teacher... mature student... dono adults..."

Mr. Verma soch mein pad gaye... Savita ki baatein sun ke...

Woh jaante the... jaante the ki jis tarah ka openness hai Savita mein... woh students ke saath bhi rahega...

Subject proper padha legi... practical bhi... theoretical bhi... Par yar...

Mr. Verma ne file kholi... usmein Savita ki personal details thi...

"Married..." Mr. Verma ne socha... "Ring bhi pehni hai..."

Woh generally sochte the... married women... yeh sab nahi karti... adventurous nahi hoti... confined rehti hain...

Isliye... isliye safe tha... job dena... Pichli bar ki tarah lafda nahi hoga

Mr. Verma ne decision liya...

"Congratulations..." unhone kaha... "Job aapki hai..."

Savita khush hui... mr verma ne ek aur bar hidayt di. "Mrs Savita, ye subject padhana hai please college ki reputation kharab mat karna. Mai ek aur lafda nahi chahta hamari college me"

Savita ne aaswasan diya "sir, aap bilkul tension mat lo."





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[Papita]

59. Ghar Wapasi aur nai shuruat

Jab ham ghar pahunche toh shaam ho chuki thi... woh waqt jab suraj dhalta hai aur raat ka andhera apni god mein samaan leta hai... par us din woh andhera alag tha... woh hamari zindagi mein ghus raha tha... jaise koi bhoot... koi saaya...




Sasurji darwaze pe khade the... unka chehra... woh chehra jisse main pehchaan nahi pa raha tha... koi expression nahi tha... na gussa tha na koi dukh... bas ek ajeeb sa blankness... jaise unhone apni aankhein bandh kar li ho... jaise woh kisi aur duniya mein ho... aur mujhe laga ki shayad yeh achha hai... shayad unhone kuchh dekha nahi... par jab unhone darwaza khola aur ham andar aaye... tab mujhe samajh aaya ki woh sab jaante hain... har ek cheez...

Main paying guest tha... yaad tha mujhe... ki main sirf ek kirayedaar hoon is ghar mein... ek outsider... par aaj woh boundary mit gayi thi... kyunki jo hamne Prague mein kiya tha... woh ab sab ke saamne tha... aur ham... ham dono... ek hi din wapas aa gaye the... alag alag time par nikle the... par ek hi din laut aaye... yeh timing... yeh coincidence... itna bada tha ki koi bhi uss par shaq kart sakta tha aasani se... I hope ke aap samaj pa rahe ho. Nikle bhi ek din wapas bhi aaye to ek din...

Sasurji ne pehla sawal pucha... awaaz mein woh ajeeb sa tone tha... jaise woh already jawab jaante hue bhi poochh rahe ho... "Tum log kab nikle the... aur kab aaye...?"

Savita ne wahi bahana dobara dohraya... ki woh apne ek dur ke rishtedar se milne gayi thi... aur main apne gaanv gaya tha... par hamari yeh conversation... yeh jhooth... hamare pakde jaane ka kaaran ban gayi... kyunki ham dono ne alag alag kahaniyaan banayi thi... aur jab woh ek doosre se takraayi... jab timing match nahi ki... tab shaq yakeen mein badal gaya...

Aur phir... phir maine drawing room mein Diljit ko dekha... woh sofa pe baitha tha... uski aankhein... uski aankhein bata rahi thi sab kuchh... usne sab bata diya tha... apni maa ko... apne papa ko... jo bhi Prague mein hua tha... jo bhi hamne kiya tha... woh sab kuchh... woh sab kuchh ab unki nazron ke saamne tha...

Sasu ji kitchen se nikli... haath mein chamcha tha... shayad kuchh bana rahi thi... par jab unhone bhi ham dono ko saath mein dekha... jab unhone hamari aankhon mein woh darr dekha... woh guilt dekha... tab unhe bhi sab samajh aa gaya... bina kuchh kahe samajh aa gaya...

"Kya hai yeh... tum dono... tum dono saath mein kyun ho... tum log kahin gaye the kya..."

Unki awaaz... pehle se hi shak thi usmein... pehle se hi woh jaanti thi... par ab confirmation chahiye thi...




Ham chup the... Savita chup thi... aur phir... phir jaisa maine socha tha... waisa hi hua...

Sasu ji chilla padi... unki awaaz itni tez thi... jaise poore mohalle ko sunayi de... jaise koi bijli giri ho...

"Kya hai yeh... tum dono... tum dono shadi-shuda ho kya...?"

Sawal tha... par jawab hamare chehre pe tha... haan... ham dono haan mein sar hilaaye... aur woh gussa... woh gussa jo andar daba hua tha... woh ab bahar aaya... fata... jaise koi bomb explode ho... Aur diljit ko kaha

"Shadi hui nahi hai tumhari... court marriage baki hai... ham aage nahi badhna chahte..."

Yeh unka farman tha... final decision... ki ab yeh rishta... yeh jo bhi tha... khatam... sab khatam...

Aur phir... phir jo sabse painful tha... woh shuru hua...

Sasu ji ne wapas Diljit ki taraf mudke dekha... uski aankhon mein ghus ke dekha... aur phir bola... woh shabd... woh alfaaz... jo aaj tak main nahi bhool sakta...

"Kaisi aurat se shaadi karne ja raha tha tu... jo already shadi-shuda hai... jo apne pehle pati ke saath rehti hai... aur ek randi type ki hai... jo nangi ghoomti hai... jo sabke saath soti hai..."

Har shabd... jaise talwar ki chhuri se... ham dono par... hamari zindagi par... hamari izzat par...

Mai aur Savita... ham dono bas khade the... kuchh bol nahi pa rahe the... kya bolte... kya kehte... sach toh yeh tha... sach toh wahi tha jo woh keh rahi thi...

"Isne hamari naak kat di... hamara naam mitti mein mila diya... aur tu... tu isse shaadi karne ja raha tha... isse maa banana chahta tha..."

Diljit... bechara Diljit... woh bas ro raha tha... uski aankhon se aansu... uski zindagi... uski mohabbat... sab khatam hota hua...

Aur ham... ham dono... jab unhone kaha ki niklo... jab unhone order diya... tab ham chale gaye... apne ghar ke liye... jaise koi bhaga hua jurm... jaise koi nakaam mohabbat...

Peeche... peeche Diljit... bas rote hue dekhta raha...




Jab ham apne ghar pahunche... tab Savita ne darwaza bandh kiya... aur seedha bed pe gir gayi... uski aankhein... woh aankhein jo hamesha chamakti thi... aaj unmein kuchh nahi tha... sirf andhera... sirf khaalipan...

Main paas baitha... uske baal sahlate hue... dheere se... bina kuchh kahe... kyunki kya kehta... kya bolta... jo hua tha woh toh hua tha... ab bas sametna tha... sametna aur aage badhna...

Kuchh der baad... jab shaant ho gayi... tab usne mudke dekha... aur phir... phir ham dono mein woh baat hui... woh conversation jo shayad honi hi thi...

"Mujhe pata tha ki ek na ek din yeh hoga..."

Savita ki awaaz... dheemi thi... thaki hui thi... par usmein woh realization tha... woh acceptance tha...

Maine haan mein sar hilaya... "Mujhe bhi pata tha... par itni jaldi... yeh socha nahi tha..."

Savita ne kaha... "Achha hua... jo hua jaldi hua... warna aur zyada umeedein hoti... aur zyada dard hota..."

Yeh uski samajhdaari thi... ya shayad woh bas khud ko samjha rahi thi... par jo bhi tha... sach tha... ki yeh bound to happen tha... jo bhi hua... jaisa bhi hua...

Agle kuchh din... Savita shant rahi... apne aap ko thik karne mein lagi... maine use waqt diya... uski zaroorat thi... uski space thi... main bas paas tha... bina kuchh maange... bina kuchh kahe...

Woh subah uthti... chai banati... baithi... sochti... shaam ko chhoti si walk... aur phir wapas... yeh routine... yeh silence... yeh healing ka process...

Aur phir... ek din... woh din aaya...

Savita newspaper dekh rahi thi... woh aankhein jo ab thodi chamakne lagi thi... woh ruk gayi... ek page pe... ek advertisement pe...

"College Professor Required... Literature Department... Qualification: Masters in English Literature... Experience preferred but not mandatory..."

Woh advertisement... woh shabd... jaise koi purana sapna... koi bhooli hui yaad... jo saalon pehle... jab Savita college mein thi... jab usne apni Masters ki thi... tab uska sapna tha... ki woh padhayegi... woh professor banegi... woh students ko sikhaegi...





Par phir shaadi hui... phir yeh zindagi... yeh randi wali zindagi... aur woh sapna... woh sapna kahi peeche reh gaya...

Aaj... aaj woh sapna phir saamne tha... aur uske paas qualification thi... uske paas degree thi... Masters in English Literature... woh padhi likhi thi... woh qualified thi...

Usne mujhe dikhaya... uski aankhon mein woh purani chamak wapas thi... woh excitement... woh umeed...

"Dekho... yeh... yeh main kar sakti hoon..."

Maine uski aankhon mein woh excitement dekha... woh purani chamak jo vapas aa rahi thi... aur mere dimag mein ek idea aaya... ek aisa idea jo uske liye nayi umeed ban sakta tha...

"Savita..." Maine dheere se kaha... uska dhyaan khinchte hue...

Woh mudi... aankhon mein sawal tha...

"Tum jaanti ho... college mein kya hota hai...?" Maine shuruwat ki... awaaz mein woh tone tha... jaise koi raaz bata raha ho...

Savita ne eyebrow uthai... "Matlab?"

"Young ladke... fresh blood... jo tumhari class mein aayenge... jo tumhe dekhenge... tumhari har baat sunenge..."

Maine har shabd pe zor diya... uski soch ko direction dene ki koshish ki...




"Salo se... student aur professor ke beech ek alag rishta hota hai..." Maine aage badha... "Teacher ko apne students ke liye ek protective feeling hoti hai... par kabhi kabhi... yeh feeling aur zyada strong ho jaati hai..."

Savita ki saansein tez ho gayi... woh samajh gayi thi... uski aankhon mein woh spark aa gaya...

"Aur tum..." Maine uski taraf ishaara kiya... "Tum hot ho... beautiful ho... experienced ho... jo ladki apne professors se chudti hai... woh tumhe dekh ke kya sochega...?"

Yeh baat uske dimag mein gayi... aur seedhe jaa ke chipak gayi... jaise koi bullet target pe laga ho...

Usne socha... college ke ladke... 18-19 saal ke... fresh energy... jo uski class mein baithenge... uski figure dekhenge... uski baaton mein kho jayenge... aur woh... woh unmein se kisi ko... shayad...

"Interview..." Usne kaha... awaaz mein woh excitement thi... "Mujhe jaana chahiye..."

Aur phir woh uthi... taiyar hone lagi... professional banne lagi...

Usne apni purani files nikaali... degrees... certificates... usne saree pahani ekdam hot wali..

Maine uski madad ki... use sexy dikhne ke liye




Aur phir... woh taiyar thi... ek professor ki tarah... par andar... andar woh randi thi... jo young blood ka intezaar kar rahi thi...

Woh nikli... door se mud ke dekhi... ek aakhri smile di... aur chali gayi... naye adventure ki taraf...

Savita college pahunchi... blouse deep neck... waist pe saree neeche... navel dikh raha tha... woh soch rahi thi... shayad koi male interviewer hoga... thoda cleavage dikhake... thoda flirt karke... job pakki...

Waiting room mein baithi... doosre candidates dekh rahe the... young girls... fresh graduates... par unmein woh experience nahi tha... woh confidence nahi tha... jo Savita mein tha...

"Savita..." Bulava aaya...

Woh andar gayi... smile di... par... par wahan ek female interviewer baithi thi... Mrs. Nair... name plate pe likha tha... 45 saal ki... strict look... professional...

Savita thodi mayus hui... par usne control kiya... haath jode... "Namaste ma'am..."

"Baithiye..." Mrs. Nair ne kaha...

Questions shuru hue...

"Post-colonial literature mein hybridity concept ko kaise samajhte hain aap?"




Savita ne jawab diya... confident... "Ma'am... hybridity matlab do alag cultures ka milna... jaise India mein British rule ke baad jo literature bana... woh dono ka mixture tha... Indian soul... British language..."

"Feminist theory mein 'male gaze' concept samjhaiye..."

"Ma'am... male gaze matlab... society mein aurat ko sirf mard ki nazar se dekha jaana... jaise films mein heroine ko sirf hero ki love interest ke roop mein dikhaya jaata hai... na ki independent character ke roop mein..."

Har sawal... har jawab... perfect... knowledgeable... experienced...

Par phir... Mrs. Nair uthi... "Ek minute... Mr. Verma bhi aane wale hain... woh final decision lenge..."

Door khula... Mr. Verma aaye... 35 saal ke... handsome... fit... blazer mein...

Savita ki aankhein chamki... yeh... yeh woh tha... jiska intezaar tha...

Mrs. Nair ne kaha... "Main chalti hoon... aap dono baat kar lo..."

Woh chali gayi... ab sirf Savita... aur Mr. Verma...

Woh smile di... confident... ab job pakki thi...

Mr. Verma ne chair pe baith ke file bandh ki... aur dheere se kaha...

"Aapko pata hai... humare college mein ek special subject hai... ancient Indian texts..."

Savita ne haan mein sar hilaya... samajh gayi thi... direction kahan ja rahi thi...

"Kamasutra... iske baare mein kya jaanti hain aap?"

Savita ne smile di... confident... "Bahut kuchh..."

Mr. Verma ne pehla sawal pucha... "Is text ka main purpose kya tha... sirf physical acts ya kuchh aur?"

Savita ne jawab diya... "Sirf physical acts nahi... complete lifestyle... relationships... understanding between partners..."




"Kitne main sections hain isme?"

"Saat... har section alag topic cover karta hai... pehla general conduct... phir relationships... phir physical union..."

Mr. Verma ne aage pucha... "Physical union mein... positions ki baat aati hai... kya yeh sirf entertainment tha ya education?"

Savita ne openly jawab diya... "Education tha... different body types... different preferences... compatibility..."

"Kiss ka zikr hai isme... importance kya hai?"

Savita ne kaha... "Foreplay... intimacy... sirf act nahi... poora experience..."

Mr. Verma ne aur detail mein pucha... "Types of union... kaise categorize kiya gaya hai?"

"Height... temperament... compatibility... matching partners..."

"Female pleasure... isme kitna importance diya gaya hai?"

Savita ne directly kaha... "Baraabar... male aur female dono ka pleasure important tha... yeh sirf male-centric nahi tha..."

Sawal jawab chalte rahe...

Mr. Verma clearly impressed the... aur Savita... woh openly... bina sharmaye... sab kuchh explain kar rahi thi...

Mr. Verma ne chair pe theek se baith ke... awaaz dheemi ki... jaise koi raaz ki baat kar raha ho...

"Kamasutra mein... unconventional practices ka zikr hai... aap samajhti hain kya keh raha hoon?"

Savita ne eyebrow uthai... samajh gayi... "Group... multiple partners?"




"Haan..." Mr. Verma ne kaha... "Iske baare mein kya sochti hain? Ancient India mein... yeh common tha?"

Savita ne jawab diya... "Specific circumstances mein... social gatherings... certain festivals... restricted to particular classes..."

"Force... kya zikr hai iska?"

Savita thodi ruki... phir kaha... "Nahi... force nahi... mutual consent... pleasure based... yeh important tha..."

Mr. Verma ne aage pucha... "BDSM type activities... binding... spanking..."

"Ha..." Savita ne kaha... "Light binding... sensory deprivation... pleasure enhance karne ke liye... pain aur pleasure ka connection..."

"Age difference... young student... older teacher..."

Savita ne directly dekha... "knowledge ke saath... physical intimacy bhi... accepted tha..."

"Public acts... exhibitionism..."

"Private chambers mein... par kuchh texts mein... semi-public... gardens... water bodies..."

Mr. Verma ne file mein kuchh note kiya... phir pucha... "Aap... aap khud... in practices mein believe karti hain?"

Savita ne smile di... dark... knowing... "Mujhe... experience hai..."

Mr. Verma ne file side mein rakhi... serious hoke kaha...




"Dekhiye... main clear karna chahta hoon... hamare college mein... student ko samjhana hai... padhana hai... use fasana nahi hai..."

Savita ne confused dekha...

"Pichle teacher ne yeh kiya tha..." Mr. Verma ne bataya... "Ek 19 saal ki ladki thi... first year... unhone usse apne jaal mein fasa liya..."

Savita ne jawab diya... "Par... yeh toh teacher-student mein... aisi bonding..."

Mr. Verma ne interrupt kiya... "Bonding? Ya exploitation?"

Savita argue karne lagi... "Nahi... aap samajh nahi rahe... subject hi aisa hai... Kamasutra... literature... intimate topics... toh bonding toh hogi hi..."

"18-19 saal ke ladke ladkiyon mein..." Savita ne aage kaha... "Yeh common hota hai... attraction... curiosity..."

Mr. Verma ne kaha... "Common hai... par allow nahi hai..."

Savita ne kaha... "Allow nahi... par rok nahi sakte... feelings ko..."

"Toh kya teacher use use kare?" Mr. Verma ne pucha... gussa thoda...

Savita ne kaha... "Use nahi... guide kare... experienced teacher... mature student... dono adults..."

Mr. Verma soch mein pad gaye... Savita ki baatein sun ke...

Woh jaante the... jaante the ki jis tarah ka openness hai Savita mein... woh students ke saath bhi rahega...

Subject proper padha legi... practical bhi... theoretical bhi... Par yar...

Mr. Verma ne file kholi... usmein Savita ki personal details thi...

"Married..." Mr. Verma ne socha... "Ring bhi pehni hai..."

Woh generally sochte the... married women... yeh sab nahi karti... adventurous nahi hoti... confined rehti hain...

Isliye... isliye safe tha... job dena... Pichli bar ki tarah lafda nahi hoga

Mr. Verma ne decision liya...

"Congratulations..." unhone kaha... "Job aapki hai..."

Savita khush hui... mr verma ne ek aur bar hidayt di. "Mrs Savita, ye subject padhana hai please college ki reputation kharab mat karna. Mai ek aur lafda nahi chahta hamari college me"

Savita ne aaswasan diya "sir, aap bilkul tension mat lo."





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[Danish Mukharji]

Part 60: Nayi Shuruaat




Savita ko bas next Monday se shuruaat karni thi... do din ka waqt tha... taiyari ka...

Woh ghar aayi... darwaza kholte hi mujhe gale lag gayi... bahut khush thi... energy thi usmein...

"Mujhe mil gaya..." Woh chillayi... "Job... finally..."

Maine pucha... "Kaisa raha interview?"

Woh batane lagi... detail mein... "Mast. 10 students hain... jo Kamasutra ke baare mein padh rahe hain..."

Maine eyebrow uthaya... "10?"

"Haan..." Woh muskurayi... "Aur ek... ek PhD bhi kar raha hai... isi subject pe..."

Maine masti ki... "Wah... randi ko subject bhi randi jaisa mila..."

Woh mujhe ghoor ke dekhi... phir hasne lagi... "Tum bhi na..."

"Kya?" Maine kaha... "Sach toh hai... tum... aur Kamasutra... perfect match..."

Woh poori mood mein thi... jawab dene lagi... "Haan... toh? Mujhe experience hai... knowledge hai... kya problem hai?"

Sab normal hone laga tha... jaise pehle hota tha... masti... pyar... understanding...

Par next Monday... next Monday se nayi zindagi shuru hone wali thi... Savita ki... professor ki... aur shayad... kuchh aur bhi...

Do din kaise beet gaye pata hi nahi chala... Saturday Sunday aaya aur chala gaya... aur phir Monday aa gaya... woh Monday jo Savita ka pehla din tha college mein professor ke roop mein...

Subah jaldi Savita uthi... main bhi utha... uski taiyari dekhne ke liye...

Usne saree nikali... par aaj alag tareeke se pehni... pallu seedha shoulder pe... blouse ke hooks peeche se maine lagaye... deep neck... peeth poori khuli...

"Taiyar ho?" Maine pucha...

Woh mirror mein dekhi... lipstick lagi... bindi lagayi... "Ha... chalti hoon..."

Maine kaha... "Main bhi nikalta hoon... apni job pe..."

Woh chali gayi... auto liya... college ki taraf...

Main apni taraf..





Classroom mein... Savita ne darwaza khola... andar gayi... students baithi thi... kuchh excited... kuchh bored...

Woh count ki... 6 ladke... 4 ladkiya... total 10...

Phir introduction shuru hua...

"Main Savita... aapki nayi professor..."

Pehla ladka utha... "Rahul... MA first year... literature pasand hai..."

Doosra... "Amit... final year... poetry likhta hoon..."

Teesra... "Vikram... research student... ancient texts mein interest hai..."

Chautha... "Karan... part time job bhi karta hoon... par padhna chahta hoon..."

Paanchva... "Arjun... sports karta hoon... par yeh subject interesting laga..."

Chhata... "Rohan... PhD kar raha hoon... comparative study..."

Phir ladkiya...

"Priya... BA final... feminist literature pasand hai..."

"Neha... MA first... mythology mein interest..."

"Anjali... research... gender studies..."

"Divya... ancient poetry..."

Sab ne apne details diye... chhote chhote... par Savita ne sab yaad kiya...

Woh sabse badi thi... experience mein... age mein... aur shayad... shayad aur kuchh mein bhi...

Class shuru hui... Savita ne whiteboard pe subject likha... "Introduction to Kamasutra Studies"...

Sab alag alag kar rahe the... Rahul notes bana raha tha... Amit window se baahar dekh raha tha... Vikram ancient text book khole baitha tha... Karan phone chhupa raha tha... Arjun confident tha... Rohan... woh PhD wala... woh kuchh alag tha...

Woh last bench pe baitha tha... 28-29 saal ka... married shayad... ring thi haath mein... par aankhon mein woh curiosity... woh hunger...




Savita ne notice kiya... woh sabse zyada serious tha... par hesitate bhi...

Woh paas gayi... "Rohan... tum PhD kar rahe ho..."

Woh haan mein sir hilaya...

"Subject kya hai tumhara actually?" Savita ne pucha...

Rohan hichkichaya... "Woh... actually..."

Woh ruka... shayad keh nahi pa raha tha... sharm aa rahi thi...

Savita ne samjha... woh comfortable nahi tha... topic se... ya shayad unse...

Woh seedha kaha... "Aise darte rahoge to padhoge kaise?"

Rohan ne upar dekha...

"Tumhe to PhD karni hai..." Savita ne aage kaha... "To aise sharmana... hichkichana... yeh chalega?"

Rohan ne kaha... "Nahi... par..."

"Par kya?" Savita ne interrupt kiya... "Yeh subject... yeh topic... intimate hai... personal hai... toh sharmana natural hai... par rok nahi sakte... samajhte ho?"

Rohan ne haan mein sir hilaya... thoda confident hua...

"Phir bolo..." Savita ne kaha... "Subject kya hai?"

Rohan ne kaha... "Sexual practices in ancient Indian literature... comparative study with modern times..."

Savita ne smile di... "Ab yeh hui na baat..."

Savita ne chalk chhoda... seedha class ke beech mein aayi... sabki aankhon mein dekha...

"Main samajhti hoon..." Woh boli... awaaz mein woh confidence tha... "Kuchh aap mein se sirf marks ke liye yahan hain..."

Rahul neeche dekha... Amit uncomfortable hua...

"Har koi alag alag padh raha hai..." Savita ne kaha... "Koi ancient texts... koi poetry... koi mythology..."

Woh ghoomi... sabko dekha...




"Samaj aa raha hai... yeh aapka optional subject hai... par subject to hai na?"

Woh ruki... phir aage boli...

"Sex is art..." Woh clearly kaha... "Sex is passion..."

Kuchh students uncomfortable hue... kuchh excited...

"Agar aap isko aise hi dekhte rahoge... taboo ke tarah... chhupa ke... sharma ke... toh phir..."

Woh ruki... emphasis ke liye...

"Toh phir yeh subject lene ka kya fayda?"

Rohan ne haan mein sir hilaya... Priya bhi...

"Main yahan hoon..." Savita ne kaha... "Isliye ki main isko art ki tarah dekhti hoon... passion ki tarah..."

Woh smile di... bold... confident...

"Aap bhi seekhoge... agar open mind rakhenge..."

Class mein silence tha... par ek alag energy thi... curiosity... excitement...

Savita ne chalk pe likha... "SEX" ... bara sa... seedha beech mein...

"Main ek sawal puchhna chahti hoon..." Woh ghoomi... "Sabse simple... sabse basic..."

Woh ruki... sabki taraf dekhi...

"Sex kya hai?"

Class mein silence... kuchh students neeche dekhe... kuchh confused...

"Rahul... tum batao..." Savita ne point kiya...

Rahul utha... uncomfortable... "Woh... physical act... reproduction..."

Savita ne kaha... "Basic... par incomplete..."

"Amit... tum..."

Amit bola... "Pleasure... fun... enjoyment..."

"Better..." Savita ne kaha...

"Vikram..."

Vikram ne kaha... "Sacred... ancient... spiritual connection..."

"Interesting..." Savita ne note kiya...

"Karan..."

Karan bola... "Need... desire... attraction..."

"Arjun..."

Arjun confident tha... "Power... dominance... control..."

"Rohan..."





Rohan soch ke... "Study... research... academic interest..."

"Ladkiya... Priya..."

Priya ne kaha... "Expression... freedom... choice..."

"Neha..."

Neha bola... "Mystery... exploration... discovery..."

"Anjali..."

Anjali ne kaha... "Politics... gender... society..."

"Divya..."




Divya ne kaha... "Poetry... music... art form..."

Savita ne sab suna... phir smile di...

"Dekha... dus jawab... dus alag nazariye..."

Woh chalk pe circle banaya...

"Yahi is subject ki beauty hai... har kisi ke liye alag meaning..."

"Main tumhe apna definition deti hoon..." Savita ne kaha... awaaz mein woh authority tha... woh experience tha...

Woh chalk pe likhna shuru ki... "Aanand" ... Hindi mein... bold...

"Sex ka asli matlab..." Woh ruki... sabki aankhon mein dekha...

"Ek dusre se aanand ki prapti karna..."

Class mein halki si hichkichaahat...

Savita ne aage badha... "Yeh sirf physical act nahi... yeh sirf reproduction nahi..."

Woh chalk pe circle banaya... "Yeh... yeh ek exchange hai... energy ka... pleasure ka..."

"Jab do log... ya zyada... ek saath hote hain... toh woh ek dusre ko dete hain... aur lete hain..."

Woh smile di... yaadon mein kho gayi... shayad apne experiences yaad kar rahi thi...

"Yeh art hai... yeh science hai... par sabse zyada... yeh ek gift hai... jo tum ek dusre ko dete ho..."

Rohan ne haan mein sir hilaya... samajh raha tha...

"Aanand..." Savita ne phir kaha... "Yeh shabd... yeh focus... yeh is course ka core hai..."

Woh chalk neeche rakha... haath saaf ki...





"Agar tum yeh samajh gaye... toh baaki sab aasan hai..."

Savita ne chalk pe "7 BOOKS" likha... bada sa... phir neeche shuru ki... sahi naam ke saath...

Book One - Sadharana (General Principles):

Pehli kitaab... Sadharana... yeh general principles ki baat karti thi... sirf sex nahi... poori zindagi jeene ka tareeka... ek nagrik kaise rehta hai... kaise baat karta hai... kaise society mein apni jagah banata hai... kaise life ko balance kare... Savita ne samjhaya ki bina is foundation ke... bina is general knowledge ke... baaki kitaabein adhoori thi... yeh woh base tha jispe poori building khadi thi...




Book Two - Samprayogika (Love Play, Sexual Union):

Dusri kitaab... Samprayogika... yeh woh hissa tha jiske liye log Kamasutra jaante hain... sexual union... love play... ismein 64 alag prakaar ki positions batayi gayi thi... har body type ke hisaab se... har height... har age ke hisaab se... kaise do log ek doosre se match kare... kaise maximum pleasure mile... yeh sirf physical act nahi tha... yeh compatibility thi... art tha... science tha... aur experience tha... Savita ne kaha ki yeh sabse badi kitaab thi... sabse zyada detailed...




Book Three - Kanya Samprayuktaka (Courtship and Marriage):

Teesri kitaab... Kanya Samprayuktaka... patni paane ka tareeka... courtship... shaadi... ancient India mein bhi dating hoti thi... pehle milna... baat karna... parivaar se milna... yeh sab process tha... aur yeh sirf arrange marriage nahi tha... love marriage bhi thi... kaise impress kare... kaise propose kare... kaise convince kare... kaise kanya ko prapt kare... yeh sab ismein tha... Savita ne bataya ki yeh practical guide tha... jo aaj bhi kaam aata hai...





Book Four - Bharyadhikarika (The Wife):

Chautthi kitaab... Bharyadhikarika... patni ke kartavya... yeh controversial ho sakta hai aaj ke time mein... par ismein bataya gaya tha ki ek patni apne pati ko kaise khush rakhe... ghar kaise chalaye... par yeh sirf duty nahi thi... yeh privilege bhi tha... kaise apne pati ke saath raat guzaare... kaise use samjhe... yeh emotional connection tha... aur ismein woh rights bhi the jo patni ko milne chahiye... Savita ne kaha ki yeh balanced approach tha... sirf duty nahi... rights bhi...




Book Five - Paradarika (Seducing the Wives of Others):

Paanchvi kitaab... Paradarika... dusron ki patniyaan... yeh woh hissa tha jo aaj illegal hai... par ancient time mein common tha... kaise seduce kare... kaise approach kare... kaise secret rakhe... bina pakde jaaye... bina kisi ko nuksan pahunchaye... Savita ne kaha ki yeh controversial hai... par yeh history thi... aur ismein bhi logic tha... kaise bina scandal ke... kaise bina divorce ke... yeh ek alag aspect tha... jo ancient society mein acceptable tha...




Book Six - Vaishika (The Prostitute/Courtesan):

Chhathi kitaab... Vaishika... vaishya... courtesan... randi... Savita ne thoda ruka... yeh uska subject tha... yeh uski life thi... ismein bataya gaya tha ki ek courtesan kaise apna kaam kare... kaise paisa kamaye... kaise apni life manage kare... kaise different mardon ko handle kare... kaise apni izzat bachaye... kaise society mein apni jagah banaye... yeh practical guide tha... aur Savita ne kaha ki ismein bhi respect tha... art tha... yeh sabse zyada practical kitaab thi... jo real life mein directly kaam aati thi...




Book Seven - Aupanishadika (Secret Lore, Sexual Power):

Saatvi kitaab... Aupanishadika... secret lore... occult practices... magic... tantra... aphrodisiacs... kaise aphrodisiacs use kare... kaise stamina badhaye... kaise attraction badhaye... kaise exhausted passion rekindle kare... yeh science thi... ancient chemistry... ancient biology... herbs... medicines... yeh sab ismein tha... aur yeh sabse chhoti kitaab thi... par sabse secret... sabse powerful... Savita ne kaha ki yeh advanced level tha... jo sirf experienced logon ke liye tha...





Savita aur bhi batana chahti thi... par bell baj gayi... lecture khatam... students uthne lage... Savita ne kaha "Next class mein..." aur woh staff room ki taraf chali gayi...

Wahan already dusre professors baithe the... chai pi rahe the... files dekh rahe the... jab Savita andar gayi... sabki nazar us par gayi... ek alag tareeke se... jaise koi alien dekh raha ho... jaise koi nayi cheez ho...

Kuchh male professors ne aankhein neeche kar li... sharma gaye... kuchh ne openly dekha... curious the... kuchh female professors... unmein se ek... Mrs. Gupta... senior thi... grey hair...

"App..." Mrs. Gupta ne kaha... awaaz mein woh tone tha... "Yeh subject... aap... female hokar..."

Sawal adhoora tha... par matlab saaf tha...

Savita ne mudke dekha... confident thi... blouse deep neck... saree perfect... professional... par subject controversial...

"Kyun..." Savita ne kaha... seedha... "Sex itna taboo kyun hai?"

Staff room mein silence ho gaya...

"Why can't we just normalize it..." Savita ne aage kaha... "Bachhon ko samjhayein... ki kya consent hota hai... kya respect hoti hai... no means no..."

Woh ruki... sabki aankhon mein dekha...

"Isse... isse samaj ka hi fayda hoga..." Savita ne kaha... final point... "Kam abuse hoga... kam misunderstanding hogi..."

Kuchh professors ne haan mein sir hilaya... kuchh uncomfortable the... par Savita... woh confident khadi thi... apni jagah... apne subject ke saath...

Savita ghar aayi... main already wahan tha... usne mujhe sab kuchh bataya... staff room ki baat... professors ka reaction... apni confidence...

Maine motivation diya... "Aise hi aage badho... yeh tumhara style hai..."





Par Savita ne kaha... dheere se... "Main... main lund ke liye taras rahi hoon..."

Main samajh gaya... itne din se...

Maine kaha... "Dhiraj rakho... mauka milega..."

Tabhi... mere phone pe notification aaya... Instagram ka... direct message...

Kushal ka... woh MLA ka beta... gunda...

Message tha... rough language mein...

"Oye... Savita teri biwi hai na..."

"Woh professor ban gayi... Kamasutra padha rahi hai..."

"Mazaa aayega ab... college mein ghus ke..."

Language thodi threatening thi... thodi excited thi... jaise koi shikar dekh raha ho...

Maine Savita ko dikhaya...

Usne padha... aur smile di...

"Kushal..." usne kaha... "Woh aa gaya..."

Savita khush hui... uski aankhon mein woh excitement tha... Kushal ka naam sun ke... Kyonki gunde to savita ko pasand aate hi hai...

Par maine use roka... "Shanti rakho..."

Woh confused dikhi...

"Kushal gunda hai..." Maine samjhaya... "Kuchh bhi kar sakta hai... aise hi nahi..."

Savita ne kaha... "Par..."

"Nahi..." Maine strict kaha... "Aisa risk nahi le sakte... thoda dar ke chalo... samajhti ho?"

Woh maan gayi... thodi disappointed... par samajh gayi...

Raat ko Savita so gayi... main jag raha tha... phone pe research kar raha tha...

Kushal ke baare mein... uske papa ke baare mein... MLA...

Aur phir... phir pata chala...

Woh MLA... Kushal ka papa... isi college mein partner tha... investor tha...

Yahi se... yahi se usse pata chala...

College mein uski reach thi... sources the...

Isliye... isliye Savita ke baare mein sab kuchh pata tha usse...

Maine socha... yeh... yeh dangerous ho sakta hai... Kya network hai sale ka aur kaise dhyan rakhe hue hai savita ke piche...

 

[Danish Mukharji]

Part 61: Kamasutra ka lecture




Agale din se Savita ki teaching shuru hui... woh class mein gayi... saree mein... confident... par aaj alag energy thi...

Pehla sawal pucha... "What is intercourse?"

Students uncomfortable hue... kuchh neeche dekhe...

Rahul utha... "Woh... physical relation..."

Savita ne interrupt kiya... "Physical relation? Yeh kya hota hai?"

Rahul hichkichaya... "Matlab... male and female... together..."

Savita ne kaha... "Together kya? Bolna kya hota hai?"

Rahul ne kaha... "Woh... private parts..."

Savita ne strict awaaz mein kaha... "Private parts? Kaunse private parts?"

Class mein silence...

Savita ne kaha... "Is class mein sharmana band karo... seedhe shabd bolo..."

Woh chalk pe likhi... "CHUT" ... "LUND" ... "GAND" ... "CHUCHE" ...

"Yeh shabd hain... yeh reality hai... kyun chhupate ho?"

Students shocked the... par excited bhi...

Amit ne haan mein sir hilaya... samajh raha tha...

Savita ne kaha... "Jab main puchun... toh seedha jawab do... chut mein lund daalna... yeh hai intercourse..."




Class mein halki si hichkichaahat... par ek alag energy bhi...

Savita ne aage kaha... "Aaj se... is class mein... yahi shabd chalenge... no other words..."

Ladkiya sharma rahi thi... par jab female teacher hi itni bold thi... toh unmein bhi confidence aaya...

Ladke toh swabhav se hi kamine the... unhone shuruwat ki...

Rahul ka pehla sawal: "Madam... 69 position mein... dono ka maza barabar hota hai?"

Savita ka jawab: "Haan... barabar hota hai... ek upar... ek neeche... dono ek saath... ek doosre ko chuste hue... maza aata hai..."

Rahul ka doosra sawal: "Kitni der tak lund muh mein rakhna chahiye?"

Savita ka jawab: "Jab tak partner comfortable ho... throat tak ja sakta hai... par dhyan rakhna... saans lena zaroori hai... nahi toh choke ho sakta hai..."

Amit ka pehla sawal: "Madam... anal sex... pehli baar... dard hota hai?"

Savita ka jawab: "Bahut dard hota hai... par oil se... dheere dheere... muscles relax hoti hain... phir maza aata hai... pehli baar hamesha dard hota hai..."

Amit ka doosra sawal: "Ladki ka orgasm... kaise pata chalta hai...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Body tense ho jaati hai... saansein tez hoti hain... aur... aur paani nikalta hai... kabhi kabhi... zor se... fountain ki tarah..."

Vikram ka pehla sawal: "Madam... BDSM mein... kaise trust karein...?"




Savita ka jawab: "Pehle safe word decide karo... jaise 'red' matlab ruko... 'yellow' matlab dheere... aur partner ki aankhon mein dekho... agar darr dikhe... toh ruk jao..."

Vikram ka doosra sawal: "Cuckold... kya hota hai...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Jab pati... apni biwi ko dusre se chudwata hai... aur dekhta hai... usse maza aata hai... woh cuckold hota hai..."

Karan ka pehla sawal: "Madam... threesome... kaise manage karein...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Communication zaroori hai... kaun kis position mein... pehle se decide karo..."

Karan ka doosra sawal: "Public mein... kaise... Chudai kare...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Risky hai... par possible hai... crowded jagah... jaise metro... ya concert... jahan log busy ho... skirt mein... bina panty ke... peeche se... quickly..."

Arjun ka pehla sawal: "Madam... oral sex... swallow karna... safe hai...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Generally safe hai... agar partner healthy ho... par taste... alag hota hai... kuchh log ko pasand hai... kuchh ko nahi... personal choice..."

Arjun ka doosra sawal: "Multiple orgasms... ladki kitni baar...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Jab tak stamina ho... 5... 10... kabhi kabhi continuously... ek ke baad ek... bina ruke... ladke bas ek baar... phir thak jaate hain..."

Rohan ka pehla sawal: "Madam... ancient mein... group sex... common tha...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Haan... royal families mein... kings ke multiple wives... ek saath... festivals pe... common people bhi... certain occasions pe..."





Rohan ka doosra sawal: "Prostitute... aur wife mein... difference kya...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Sirf commitment ka... prostitute sabko deti hai... wife sirf ek ko... par dono... dono ka kaam same hai... mard ko khush karna..."

Priya ka pehla sawal: "Madam... lesbian sex... kaise...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Fingers... tongue... toys... same pleasure... actually zyada... kyunki ladki hi samajhti hai... kahan touch karna hai..."

Priya ka doosra sawal: "Orgasm... kitni der mein... Ho jana chahie?"

Savita ka jawab: "Foreplay pe depend karta hai... agar achha ho... 5 minute mein... agar nahi... toh kabhi nahi... communication zaroori hai... bolo kya chahiye..."

Neha ka pehla sawal: "Madam... virgin... pehli baar... bleeding...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Hamesha nahi... kuchh ladkiyon mein nahi hoti... hymen pehle se toot sakta hai... sports se... ya kuchh aur se... bleeding normal nahi hai... dard normal hai..."

Neha ka doosra sawal: "Condom... kabhi fail hota hai...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Haan... 2% chance... break ho sakta hai... slip ho sakta hai... isliye... andar nikaalna... pull out... safe nahi... pre-cum mein bhi sperm hota hai..."

Anjali ka pehla sawal: "Madam... age difference... kitna acceptable...?"




Savita ka jawab: "Ancient mein... 30-40 saal ka farq common tha... aaj... legally 18 ke baad... par morally... 10-15 saal... acceptable hai... experience... maturity..."

Anjali ka doosra sawal: "Sex worker... respect... kyun nahi milti...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Society ki galti... woh bhi kaam karti hain... actually zyada mehnat... zyada skill... par stigma hai... isliye main yahan hoon... normalize karne..."

Divya ka pehla sawal: "Madam... quickie... kaise kare?"

Savita ka jawab: "Preparation... bina panty... skirt... easily accessible... 2 minute mein... bathroom mein... car mein... kabhi bhi... par privacy ka dhyaan..."

Divya ka doosra sawal: "Sex toys... kaise introduce karein...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Pehle partner se baat karo... comfortable hona chahiye... chhota start karo... phir bada... vibrating... remote controlled... public mein bhi... partner control kare..."

Jaise hi bell baji... Savita ne haath uthaya... "Ruko..."

Students uthne lage the... par ruk gaye...

"Ek baat samajh lo..." Savita ne kaha... serious awaaz mein...

"Yeh sab... jo humne class mein discuss kiya... yeh yahin tak simit hai..."

Woh ghoomi... sabki aankhon mein dekhi...

"Class ke bahar... openly mat batana... kisi se..."

Rahul ne pucha... "Kyun madam...?"

Savita ne kaha... "Kyunki... sab mere jaise open minded nahi hote..."

Woh ruki... emphasis ke liye...




"Kuchh log... samajhte nahi... judge karenge... problem hogi..."

Amit ne haan mein sir hilaya...

"Yeh subject... yeh knowledge... class mein hi rehna chahiye... samajh rahe ho...?"

Sab ne haan mein sir hilaya...

"Jao..." Savita ne kaha... "Next class mein... aur discuss karenge..."

Students nikle... excited... par samajhdaar...

Savita ne chalk pe "CHUT LUND GAND CHUCHE" mitaya... aur chali gayi...

Savita staff room mein baithi thi... chai pe rahi thi... files dekh rahi thi...

Tabhi... Rohan aaya... woh PhD wala... married... 28-29 saal ka... ring haath mein thi...

"Madam..." usne kaha... dheere se...

Savita ne upar dekha... "Haan Rohan...?"

"Kuchh... kuchh personal baat karni thi..." Rohan ne kaha... hesitant tha...

Savita ne samjha... staff room mein aur log the...

"Chalo..." Savita ne kaha... uthke...

Usne Rohan ko ek khali classroom mein le gayi... door bandh kiya...

"Kya hai...?" Savita ne pucha... close baithi...

Rohan ne kaha... "Madam... meri shaadi ko 2 saal ho gaye..."

Savita ne haan mein sir hilaya...




"Par... patni se... satisfaction nahi milta..." Rohan ne bataya... sharmate hue...

Savita ne samjha... "Kya seekhna chahte ho...?"

Rohan ne kaha... "Practical... practical seekhna chahta hoon..."

Savita ne socha... yeh... yeh opportunity thi...

"Main... main samajh sakti hoon..." usne kaha... close aayi...

Savita ne pucha... "Kya satisfaction nahi mil rahi...? Detail mein batao... pata chale..."

Rohan ne haath jode... "Madam... shaadi ke 2 saal..."

"Ha...?" Savita ne encourage kiya...

"Bas... bas missionary position..." Rohan ne kaha... "Aur kuchh nahi..."

Savita ne samjha... "Koi aur position try nahi ki...?"

"Nahi..." Rohan ne kaha... "Patni ne... kabhi allow nahi kiya..."

Savita ne pucha... "Oral...?"

Rohan ne sar hilaya... "Woh toh... bahut door ki baat hai..."

"Matlab...?" Savita ne detail maangi...

"Matlab..." Rohan ne kaha... frustrated... "Kabhi muh mein nahi li... kabhi neeche nahi chatne diya... bas... bas upar aana... seedha... aur khatam..."

Savita ne properly samjha... yeh typical Indian marriage thi... wife conservative... husband frustrated...

"Toh... tum kya chahte ho...?" Savita ne pucha...

Rohan ne kaha... "Seekhna chahta hoon... practical... ki kaise... kaise convince karein... kaise shuruwat karein..."




Savita ne socha... yeh... yeh uska chance tha... pehla student... practical...

Savita ne haath uthaya... Rohan ko roka...

"Rohan... sun... main sach bolun...?"

Rohan ne haan mein sir hilaya...

"Typical Indian wife..." Savita ne kaha... "Kabhi yeh nahi karegi..."

Rohan ne kaha... "Par... par convince karke...?"

"2 saal mein..." Savita ne interrupt kiya... "Karna hota... toh ek baar toh try kar chuki hoti..."

Rohan neeche dekha...

"To be honest..." Savita ne aage kaha... "Ab usmein... uske swabhav mein... koi badlav nahi ho sakta..."

Rohan samajh gaya... uski aankhein nam ho gayi...

"Matlab...?" usne pucha... dheere se...

"Matlab..." Savita ne kaha... seedha... "Tumhari patni... waisi hi rahegi... hamesha..."

Rohan nirash ho gaya... uske chehre pe woh dikh raha tha... 2 saal ki ummeed... khatam...

Rohan ne pucha... "Toh... toh fir ismein se kaise nikle...?"

Savita ne muskuraya... "Ek raasta hai..."

"Kya...?" Rohan ne utsukta se pucha...

"Extra-marital affairs..." Savita ne kaha... seedha...

Rohan shocked hua... "Matlab...?"

"Matlab..." Savita ne samjhaya... "Kamasutra mein likha hai... Book Five... Paradarika..."

Rohan ne suna... dhyaan se...




"Wahan bataya gaya hai..." Savita ne aage kaha... "Ki agar patni se satisfaction nahi mile... toh... dusri jagah dhundh sakta hai..."

"Par...?" Rohan ne kaha... "Shaadi...?"

"Shaari tootegi nahi..." Savita ne kaha... "Secret rakhna... bina pakde jaaye... bina patni ko pata chale..."

Rohan samajh raha tha...

"Yeh... yeh ancient knowledge hai..." Savita ne kaha... "Practical solution... jo aaj bhi kaam aa sakta hai..."

Rohan ne socha... uski aankhon mein woh hope wapas aaya...

Rohan ne normally pucha... "Main... main aise kaise kisi ka approach karun...?"

"Koi... koi aise hi kaise haan bol de...?" usne aage kaha... "Mujhe toh batana padega na... ki main married hun..."

Savita ne kaha... "Toh fir... randi se maje le lo..."

Rohan ne turant mana kar diya... "Nahi... main... main seedha saad ghar se aata hun... yeh... yeh nahi kar sakta..."

Savita ne kaha... "Tum mard ho... tumhe hi iska rasta dhundhna hoga..."

Woh ruki... Rohan ki aankhon mein dekhi...

Woh chahti thi... ki Rohan uska naam le... par jabardasti nahi...




"Let him have courage..." Savita ne man hi man socha... "Ki woh mujhse puche..."

Rohan confused khada tha... samajh nahi pa raha tha... ki Savita kya keh rahi thi...

Savita jane lagi... kadam badhaye...

Tabhi Rohan ne badi courage ke saath pucha... "Savita mam... kya... kya aap kuchh help kar sakti hain...?"

Savita ruki... mud ke dekhi... "Kya help chahiye...?"

Rohan dar gaya... ruk gaya... uske haath kaanp rahe the...

Savita ne hosla diya... "Bolo... jo bolna hai..."

Rohan ne kuchh nahi kaha... bas... bas wapas chala gaya... seedha saada tha... bechara...

Savita ne socha... "Shayad next time..."

Par itne mein... usne dekha... khidki ke paas... koi khada tha...

Ek ladka... dusre department ka... Savita ka student nahi tha... sab sun raha tha...

Savita ne gusse mein kaha... "Tum... tum yahan kya kar rahe ho...?"

Woh dar gaya... "Kuchh... kuchh nahi..."

"Idhar aao..." Savita ne command kiya...

Woh aaya... kaanp raha tha...

"Kya suna...?" Savita ne pucha... strict awaaz mein...




"Kuchh... kuchh nahi..." woh bola... scared...

"Naam kya hai tumhara...?" Savita ne pucha...

"Vikas..." usne kaha... dheere se...

Savita ne gusse mein kaha, "Tumhari himmat kaise hui yahan aane ki? Jao yahan se, aur kisi ko mat batana jo tumne suna. Samjhe?" Vikas ne haan mein sir hilaya aur bhaag gaya. Savita ne socha, yeh Vikas ab problem ban sakta hai. Par abhi ke liye, use Rohan aur Vikas dono ko dhyaan mein rakhna hoga. Woh staff room wapas chali gayi.

Savita ki nazar Vikas ki taraf hi thi... woh ja raha tha... corridor mein... aur tin ladkon se mila...

Savita ne door se dekha... uska dil tez dhadakne laga... "Yeh aur kisko bata raha hai...?"

Woh dusre staff se puchne gayi... peon se... "Woh ladka... Vikas... kaun se department ka hai...?"

Peon ne bataya... "Computer Science..."

"Uske dost kaun hain...?" Savita ne pucha...

Peon ne socha... "Sameer... Rakesh... Arun... yeh charo hamesha saath rehte hain... Ek panchva bhi hai nahi dikh raha par wo rohan hai..."

Savita ne naam note kiye... Sameer... Rakesh... Arun... Vikas... Rohan...

Savita ghar aayi... main already wahan tha... usne sab kuchh bataya... Vikas... Sameer... Rakesh... Arun... Rohan (dusre department wala)... aur Rohan (class wala)...




Maine suna... socha... phir kaha...

"Kisi ko rokne jaogi... toh aur baat badhegi..."

Savita ne pucha... "Matlab...?"

"Matlab..." Maine samjhaya... "Jo chal raha hai... chalne do..."

Woh confused thi...

"Kya pata..." Maine aage kaha... "Un paanch mein se... kuchh ho jaye..."

"Paanch...?" Savita ne pucha...

"Sameer... Rakesh... Arun... Vikas... Rohan..." Maine ginti ki... "Dusre department ke..."

Savita ne samjha...

"Aur Rohan...?" usne pucha... "Class wala...?"

"Rohan class wala..." Maine kaha... "Shayad halka sa darr raha hai... wo kuchh na bhi kar paye..."

Savita ne haan mein sir hilaya...

"Par baaki panch..." Maine kaha... "Bachelor hain... young hain... curious hain..."

Dusre din Savita college gayi... saree mein... confident... par andar hi andar thodi nervous thi...

Jaise hi woh staff room mein gayi... principal ne bulaya...

"Ek complaint aayi hai..." principal ne kaha... serious chehre se...

"Kis ki...?" Savita ne pucha...

"Kuchh students ke parents se..." principal ne bataya... "Ke aap bahut bold hain... subject matter inappropriate hai..."

Savita ne samjha... kisine ghar pe batayi hogi... shayad kisi ladki ne... ya kisi ladke ne...

"Toh...?" Savita ne pucha...

Principal ne kaha... "Class size reduce kar diya gaya hai..."

"Kitne...?" Savita ne pucha...

"Sirf do..." principal ne kaha... "Jinhe aapki teaching chahiye..."

Savita ne socha... kaun...?

"Rohan..." principal ne kaha... "Aur Karan..."

Savita ne haan mein sir hilaya...

"Baki aath..." principal ne kaha... "Naye teacher dhundh lenge..."

Aisa tay hua... ab Savita sirf do logon ki class legi... Rohan aur Karan...

 

[Papita]

Part 61: Kamasutra ka lecture




Agale din se Savita ki teaching shuru hui... woh class mein gayi... saree mein... confident... par aaj alag energy thi...

Pehla sawal pucha... "What is intercourse?"

Students uncomfortable hue... kuchh neeche dekhe...

Rahul utha... "Woh... physical relation..."

Savita ne interrupt kiya... "Physical relation? Yeh kya hota hai?"

Rahul hichkichaya... "Matlab... male and female... together..."

Savita ne kaha... "Together kya? Bolna kya hota hai?"

Rahul ne kaha... "Woh... private parts..."

Savita ne strict awaaz mein kaha... "Private parts? Kaunse private parts?"

Class mein silence...

Savita ne kaha... "Is class mein sharmana band karo... seedhe shabd bolo..."

Woh chalk pe likhi... "CHUT" ... "LUND" ... "GAND" ... "CHUCHE" ...

"Yeh shabd hain... yeh reality hai... kyun chhupate ho?"

Students shocked the... par excited bhi...

Amit ne haan mein sir hilaya... samajh raha tha...

Savita ne kaha... "Jab main puchun... toh seedha jawab do... chut mein lund daalna... yeh hai intercourse..."




Class mein halki si hichkichaahat... par ek alag energy bhi...

Savita ne aage kaha... "Aaj se... is class mein... yahi shabd chalenge... no other words..."

Ladkiya sharma rahi thi... par jab female teacher hi itni bold thi... toh unmein bhi confidence aaya...

Ladke toh swabhav se hi kamine the... unhone shuruwat ki...

Rahul ka pehla sawal: "Madam... 69 position mein... dono ka maza barabar hota hai?"

Savita ka jawab: "Haan... barabar hota hai... ek upar... ek neeche... dono ek saath... ek doosre ko chuste hue... maza aata hai..."

Rahul ka doosra sawal: "Kitni der tak lund muh mein rakhna chahiye?"

Savita ka jawab: "Jab tak partner comfortable ho... throat tak ja sakta hai... par dhyan rakhna... saans lena zaroori hai... nahi toh choke ho sakta hai..."

Amit ka pehla sawal: "Madam... anal sex... pehli baar... dard hota hai?"

Savita ka jawab: "Bahut dard hota hai... par oil se... dheere dheere... muscles relax hoti hain... phir maza aata hai... pehli baar hamesha dard hota hai..."

Amit ka doosra sawal: "Ladki ka orgasm... kaise pata chalta hai...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Body tense ho jaati hai... saansein tez hoti hain... aur... aur paani nikalta hai... kabhi kabhi... zor se... fountain ki tarah..."

Vikram ka pehla sawal: "Madam... BDSM mein... kaise trust karein...?"




Savita ka jawab: "Pehle safe word decide karo... jaise 'red' matlab ruko... 'yellow' matlab dheere... aur partner ki aankhon mein dekho... agar darr dikhe... toh ruk jao..."

Vikram ka doosra sawal: "Cuckold... kya hota hai...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Jab pati... apni biwi ko dusre se chudwata hai... aur dekhta hai... usse maza aata hai... woh cuckold hota hai..."

Karan ka pehla sawal: "Madam... threesome... kaise manage karein...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Communication zaroori hai... kaun kis position mein... pehle se decide karo..."

Karan ka doosra sawal: "Public mein... kaise... Chudai kare...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Risky hai... par possible hai... crowded jagah... jaise metro... ya concert... jahan log busy ho... skirt mein... bina panty ke... peeche se... quickly..."

Arjun ka pehla sawal: "Madam... oral sex... swallow karna... safe hai...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Generally safe hai... agar partner healthy ho... par taste... alag hota hai... kuchh log ko pasand hai... kuchh ko nahi... personal choice..."

Arjun ka doosra sawal: "Multiple orgasms... ladki kitni baar...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Jab tak stamina ho... 5... 10... kabhi kabhi continuously... ek ke baad ek... bina ruke... ladke bas ek baar... phir thak jaate hain..."

Rohan ka pehla sawal: "Madam... ancient mein... group sex... common tha...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Haan... royal families mein... kings ke multiple wives... ek saath... festivals pe... common people bhi... certain occasions pe..."





Rohan ka doosra sawal: "Prostitute... aur wife mein... difference kya...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Sirf commitment ka... prostitute sabko deti hai... wife sirf ek ko... par dono... dono ka kaam same hai... mard ko khush karna..."

Priya ka pehla sawal: "Madam... lesbian sex... kaise...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Fingers... tongue... toys... same pleasure... actually zyada... kyunki ladki hi samajhti hai... kahan touch karna hai..."

Priya ka doosra sawal: "Orgasm... kitni der mein... Ho jana chahie?"

Savita ka jawab: "Foreplay pe depend karta hai... agar achha ho... 5 minute mein... agar nahi... toh kabhi nahi... communication zaroori hai... bolo kya chahiye..."

Neha ka pehla sawal: "Madam... virgin... pehli baar... bleeding...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Hamesha nahi... kuchh ladkiyon mein nahi hoti... hymen pehle se toot sakta hai... sports se... ya kuchh aur se... bleeding normal nahi hai... dard normal hai..."

Neha ka doosra sawal: "Condom... kabhi fail hota hai...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Haan... 2% chance... break ho sakta hai... slip ho sakta hai... isliye... andar nikaalna... pull out... safe nahi... pre-cum mein bhi sperm hota hai..."

Anjali ka pehla sawal: "Madam... age difference... kitna acceptable...?"




Savita ka jawab: "Ancient mein... 30-40 saal ka farq common tha... aaj... legally 18 ke baad... par morally... 10-15 saal... acceptable hai... experience... maturity..."

Anjali ka doosra sawal: "Sex worker... respect... kyun nahi milti...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Society ki galti... woh bhi kaam karti hain... actually zyada mehnat... zyada skill... par stigma hai... isliye main yahan hoon... normalize karne..."

Divya ka pehla sawal: "Madam... quickie... kaise kare?"

Savita ka jawab: "Preparation... bina panty... skirt... easily accessible... 2 minute mein... bathroom mein... car mein... kabhi bhi... par privacy ka dhyaan..."

Divya ka doosra sawal: "Sex toys... kaise introduce karein...?"

Savita ka jawab: "Pehle partner se baat karo... comfortable hona chahiye... chhota start karo... phir bada... vibrating... remote controlled... public mein bhi... partner control kare..."

Jaise hi bell baji... Savita ne haath uthaya... "Ruko..."

Students uthne lage the... par ruk gaye...

"Ek baat samajh lo..." Savita ne kaha... serious awaaz mein...

"Yeh sab... jo humne class mein discuss kiya... yeh yahin tak simit hai..."

Woh ghoomi... sabki aankhon mein dekhi...

"Class ke bahar... openly mat batana... kisi se..."

Rahul ne pucha... "Kyun madam...?"

Savita ne kaha... "Kyunki... sab mere jaise open minded nahi hote..."

Woh ruki... emphasis ke liye...




"Kuchh log... samajhte nahi... judge karenge... problem hogi..."

Amit ne haan mein sir hilaya...

"Yeh subject... yeh knowledge... class mein hi rehna chahiye... samajh rahe ho...?"

Sab ne haan mein sir hilaya...

"Jao..." Savita ne kaha... "Next class mein... aur discuss karenge..."

Students nikle... excited... par samajhdaar...

Savita ne chalk pe "CHUT LUND GAND CHUCHE" mitaya... aur chali gayi...

Savita staff room mein baithi thi... chai pe rahi thi... files dekh rahi thi...

Tabhi... Rohan aaya... woh PhD wala... married... 28-29 saal ka... ring haath mein thi...

"Madam..." usne kaha... dheere se...

Savita ne upar dekha... "Haan Rohan...?"

"Kuchh... kuchh personal baat karni thi..." Rohan ne kaha... hesitant tha...

Savita ne samjha... staff room mein aur log the...

"Chalo..." Savita ne kaha... uthke...

Usne Rohan ko ek khali classroom mein le gayi... door bandh kiya...

"Kya hai...?" Savita ne pucha... close baithi...

Rohan ne kaha... "Madam... meri shaadi ko 2 saal ho gaye..."

Savita ne haan mein sir hilaya...




"Par... patni se... satisfaction nahi milta..." Rohan ne bataya... sharmate hue...

Savita ne samjha... "Kya seekhna chahte ho...?"

Rohan ne kaha... "Practical... practical seekhna chahta hoon..."

Savita ne socha... yeh... yeh opportunity thi...

"Main... main samajh sakti hoon..." usne kaha... close aayi...

Savita ne pucha... "Kya satisfaction nahi mil rahi...? Detail mein batao... pata chale..."

Rohan ne haath jode... "Madam... shaadi ke 2 saal..."

"Ha...?" Savita ne encourage kiya...

"Bas... bas missionary position..." Rohan ne kaha... "Aur kuchh nahi..."

Savita ne samjha... "Koi aur position try nahi ki...?"

"Nahi..." Rohan ne kaha... "Patni ne... kabhi allow nahi kiya..."

Savita ne pucha... "Oral...?"

Rohan ne sar hilaya... "Woh toh... bahut door ki baat hai..."

"Matlab...?" Savita ne detail maangi...

"Matlab..." Rohan ne kaha... frustrated... "Kabhi muh mein nahi li... kabhi neeche nahi chatne diya... bas... bas upar aana... seedha... aur khatam..."

Savita ne properly samjha... yeh typical Indian marriage thi... wife conservative... husband frustrated...

"Toh... tum kya chahte ho...?" Savita ne pucha...

Rohan ne kaha... "Seekhna chahta hoon... practical... ki kaise... kaise convince karein... kaise shuruwat karein..."




Savita ne socha... yeh... yeh uska chance tha... pehla student... practical...

Savita ne haath uthaya... Rohan ko roka...

"Rohan... sun... main sach bolun...?"

Rohan ne haan mein sir hilaya...

"Typical Indian wife..." Savita ne kaha... "Kabhi yeh nahi karegi..."

Rohan ne kaha... "Par... par convince karke...?"

"2 saal mein..." Savita ne interrupt kiya... "Karna hota... toh ek baar toh try kar chuki hoti..."

Rohan neeche dekha...

"To be honest..." Savita ne aage kaha... "Ab usmein... uske swabhav mein... koi badlav nahi ho sakta..."

Rohan samajh gaya... uski aankhein nam ho gayi...

"Matlab...?" usne pucha... dheere se...

"Matlab..." Savita ne kaha... seedha... "Tumhari patni... waisi hi rahegi... hamesha..."

Rohan nirash ho gaya... uske chehre pe woh dikh raha tha... 2 saal ki ummeed... khatam...

Rohan ne pucha... "Toh... toh fir ismein se kaise nikle...?"

Savita ne muskuraya... "Ek raasta hai..."

"Kya...?" Rohan ne utsukta se pucha...

"Extra-marital affairs..." Savita ne kaha... seedha...

Rohan shocked hua... "Matlab...?"

"Matlab..." Savita ne samjhaya... "Kamasutra mein likha hai... Book Five... Paradarika..."

Rohan ne suna... dhyaan se...




"Wahan bataya gaya hai..." Savita ne aage kaha... "Ki agar patni se satisfaction nahi mile... toh... dusri jagah dhundh sakta hai..."

"Par...?" Rohan ne kaha... "Shaadi...?"

"Shaari tootegi nahi..." Savita ne kaha... "Secret rakhna... bina pakde jaaye... bina patni ko pata chale..."

Rohan samajh raha tha...

"Yeh... yeh ancient knowledge hai..." Savita ne kaha... "Practical solution... jo aaj bhi kaam aa sakta hai..."

Rohan ne socha... uski aankhon mein woh hope wapas aaya...

Rohan ne normally pucha... "Main... main aise kaise kisi ka approach karun...?"

"Koi... koi aise hi kaise haan bol de...?" usne aage kaha... "Mujhe toh batana padega na... ki main married hun..."

Savita ne kaha... "Toh fir... randi se maje le lo..."

Rohan ne turant mana kar diya... "Nahi... main... main seedha saad ghar se aata hun... yeh... yeh nahi kar sakta..."

Savita ne kaha... "Tum mard ho... tumhe hi iska rasta dhundhna hoga..."

Woh ruki... Rohan ki aankhon mein dekhi...

Woh chahti thi... ki Rohan uska naam le... par jabardasti nahi...




"Let him have courage..." Savita ne man hi man socha... "Ki woh mujhse puche..."

Rohan confused khada tha... samajh nahi pa raha tha... ki Savita kya keh rahi thi...

Savita jane lagi... kadam badhaye...

Tabhi Rohan ne badi courage ke saath pucha... "Savita mam... kya... kya aap kuchh help kar sakti hain...?"

Savita ruki... mud ke dekhi... "Kya help chahiye...?"

Rohan dar gaya... ruk gaya... uske haath kaanp rahe the...

Savita ne hosla diya... "Bolo... jo bolna hai..."

Rohan ne kuchh nahi kaha... bas... bas wapas chala gaya... seedha saada tha... bechara...

Savita ne socha... "Shayad next time..."

Par itne mein... usne dekha... khidki ke paas... koi khada tha...

Ek ladka... dusre department ka... Savita ka student nahi tha... sab sun raha tha...

Savita ne gusse mein kaha... "Tum... tum yahan kya kar rahe ho...?"

Woh dar gaya... "Kuchh... kuchh nahi..."

"Idhar aao..." Savita ne command kiya...

Woh aaya... kaanp raha tha...

"Kya suna...?" Savita ne pucha... strict awaaz mein...




"Kuchh... kuchh nahi..." woh bola... scared...

"Naam kya hai tumhara...?" Savita ne pucha...

"Vikas..." usne kaha... dheere se...

Savita ne gusse mein kaha, "Tumhari himmat kaise hui yahan aane ki? Jao yahan se, aur kisi ko mat batana jo tumne suna. Samjhe?" Vikas ne haan mein sir hilaya aur bhaag gaya. Savita ne socha, yeh Vikas ab problem ban sakta hai. Par abhi ke liye, use Rohan aur Vikas dono ko dhyaan mein rakhna hoga. Woh staff room wapas chali gayi.

Savita ki nazar Vikas ki taraf hi thi... woh ja raha tha... corridor mein... aur tin ladkon se mila...

Savita ne door se dekha... uska dil tez dhadakne laga... "Yeh aur kisko bata raha hai...?"

Woh dusre staff se puchne gayi... peon se... "Woh ladka... Vikas... kaun se department ka hai...?"

Peon ne bataya... "Computer Science..."

"Uske dost kaun hain...?" Savita ne pucha...

Peon ne socha... "Sameer... Rakesh... Arun... yeh charo hamesha saath rehte hain... Ek panchva bhi hai nahi dikh raha par wo rohan hai..."

Savita ne naam note kiye... Sameer... Rakesh... Arun... Vikas... Rohan...

Savita ghar aayi... main already wahan tha... usne sab kuchh bataya... Vikas... Sameer... Rakesh... Arun... Rohan (dusre department wala)... aur Rohan (class wala)...




Maine suna... socha... phir kaha...

"Kisi ko rokne jaogi... toh aur baat badhegi..."

Savita ne pucha... "Matlab...?"

"Matlab..." Maine samjhaya... "Jo chal raha hai... chalne do..."

Woh confused thi...

"Kya pata..." Maine aage kaha... "Un paanch mein se... kuchh ho jaye..."

"Paanch...?" Savita ne pucha...

"Sameer... Rakesh... Arun... Vikas... Rohan..." Maine ginti ki... "Dusre department ke..."

Savita ne samjha...

"Aur Rohan...?" usne pucha... "Class wala...?"

"Rohan class wala..." Maine kaha... "Shayad halka sa darr raha hai... wo kuchh na bhi kar paye..."

Savita ne haan mein sir hilaya...

"Par baaki panch..." Maine kaha... "Bachelor hain... young hain... curious hain..."

Dusre din Savita college gayi... saree mein... confident... par andar hi andar thodi nervous thi...

Jaise hi woh staff room mein gayi... principal ne bulaya...

"Ek complaint aayi hai..." principal ne kaha... serious chehre se...

"Kis ki...?" Savita ne pucha...

"Kuchh students ke parents se..." principal ne bataya... "Ke aap bahut bold hain... subject matter inappropriate hai..."

Savita ne samjha... kisine ghar pe batayi hogi... shayad kisi ladki ne... ya kisi ladke ne...

"Toh...?" Savita ne pucha...

Principal ne kaha... "Class size reduce kar diya gaya hai..."

"Kitne...?" Savita ne pucha...

"Sirf do..." principal ne kaha... "Jinhe aapki teaching chahiye..."

Savita ne socha... kaun...?

"Rohan..." principal ne kaha... "Aur Karan..."

Savita ne haan mein sir hilaya...

"Baki aath..." principal ne kaha... "Naye teacher dhundh lenge..."

Aisa tay hua... ab Savita sirf do logon ki class legi... Rohan aur Karan...

Mst update h bro

 

[Papita]

New update ???

 

[Danish Mukharji]

Bhai ek do comments aa rahe hai. To muje bhi itni koi jaldi nahi hai parts likhne me. Motivation se kam banta hai. Aap comments karte ho aapka dhanyvad.

Par ye aisa hai ke koi bhi director movie banaye to uska ek hi audience ho to wo dusri bar movie banaye hi na.

Fir bhi jitna likh sakta tha likha. Ab koi motivation nahi mil rahi muje

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