Incest Ek Anokha Bandhan: Maa Aur Bete Ki Dilchasp Kahani
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Part 25
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Motel ke bahar raat ka andhera abhi bhi gehra tha, chaand ki halki roshni sadak par pad rahi thi.
Pooja aur Kartik chupke se bahar nikle, unki nazrein us aadmi par thi jo bar se aaya tha—ek patla sa shaks, jiski chaal mein ek ajeeb si tezi thi.
Usne ek kali shirt pehni thi aur phone par baat karte hue tez kadmon se chal raha tha. Pooja ne Kartik ko ishara kiya, “Dheere se uske peeche chal, duri banaye rakhna.”
Kartik ne apni cap neeche ki, jacket ka collar upar kiya, aur Pooja ke saath sadak ke kinaare-kinaare chalna shuru kiya.
Hawa mein ek sarsarahat thi, aur dur kahin ek kutta bhaunk raha tha—har awaaz unke dil ki dhadkan ko aur tez kar rahi thi.
Woh aadmi ek gali mein mud gaya, jahan purani imaraton ke beech chhoti-chhoti dukaanein band padi thi. Pooja ne Kartik ke kandhe par haath rakha, “Yahan dhyan rakhna, yeh Vikram ka ilaka lagta hai.”
Unhone apni raftaar dheemi ki, deewaron ke sahare chhupte hue aage badhe. Aadmi ek purane warehouse ke paas ruka, jahan ek chhoti si red van khadi thi.
Usne phone band kiya aur van ke paas ek doosre aadmi se baat karne laga—yeh ek mota shaks tha, jiski aankhon par chashma aur haathon mein ek bada sa bag tha.
“Yeh maal Vikram bhai tak jaldi pahunchana hai, samjha, Raju?” mota aadmi bola, uski awaaz mein ek ghabrahat thi.
Raju, woh patla aadmi, ne bag uthaya aur van ke peeche daala, “Arre, Chhotu bhai, tension mat le, main sab sambhal lunga.”
Pooja ne Kartik ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein ek tezi thi. “Yeh dono Vikram ke bande hain—hume inka peecha karna hoga,” usne dheeme se kaha.
Kartik ne haan mein sar hilaya, aur dono van ke peeche chhup gaye jab woh chal padi. Sadak par thodi si bheed thi—ek cycle wala doodh ke dabbe le jata hua, aur ek buddha chai wala apna thela khol raha tha—lekin Pooja aur Kartik ne apna dhyaan van par rakha.
Van shehar ke bahar ek purane raste par mud gayi, jahan pedon ki ghani chhaya aur kacchi sadak thi. Pooja ne apni pistol kamar se nikaali, “Kartik, taiyaar rehna—yeh Vikram ka den ho sakta hai.”
Van ek bade se compound ke paas ruki, jahan ek purana factory jaisa dikhne wala structure tha. Raju aur Chhotu van se utre, bag lekar andar chale gaye.
Pooja aur Kartik ne dur se dekha—compound ke bahar ek guard khada tha, haath mein lathi liye, aur andar se kuch aadmiyon ki awaazein a rahi thi. “Yeh jagah Vikram ka adda hai,” Pooja ne kaha, uski saansein thodi tezi se chal rahi thi.
Unhone chhupte hue compound ke kinaare tak pahunchne ki koshish ki, lekin tabhi guard ne unki taraf dekha. “Kaun hai wahan?” usne chillakar poochha, aur apni lathi uthayi.
Pooja ne Kartik ko peeche dhakka diya, “Jaldi chhup!” Dono jhadi ke peeche gir pade, Kartik ka haath Pooja ki kamar se takraya, uski garam badan ko chhute hue.
Unki saansein ek doosre ke kareeb thi, Pooja ka chehra Kartik ke gale ke paas—ek pal ke liye unke beech ki garmi goonj gayi.
“Maa, yeh paasapan…” Kartik dheeme se bola, lekin Pooja ne pistol tight ki, “Chup!” Guard unki taraf badha, tabhi andar se motorbike ka engine gurraya, aur unka dhyan toot gaya.
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Motel ke bahar raat ka andhera abhi bhi gehra tha, chaand ki halki roshni sadak par pad rahi thi.
Pooja aur Kartik chupke se bahar nikle, unki nazrein us aadmi par thi jo bar se aaya tha—ek patla sa shaks, jiski chaal mein ek ajeeb si tezi thi.
Usne ek kali shirt pehni thi aur phone par baat karte hue tez kadmon se chal raha tha. Pooja ne Kartik ko ishara kiya, “Dheere se uske peeche chal, duri banaye rakhna.”
Kartik ne apni cap neeche ki, jacket ka collar upar kiya, aur Pooja ke saath sadak ke kinaare-kinaare chalna shuru kiya.
Hawa mein ek sarsarahat thi, aur dur kahin ek kutta bhaunk raha tha—har awaaz unke dil ki dhadkan ko aur tez kar rahi thi.
Woh aadmi ek gali mein mud gaya, jahan purani imaraton ke beech chhoti-chhoti dukaanein band padi thi. Pooja ne Kartik ke kandhe par haath rakha, “Yahan dhyan rakhna, yeh Vikram ka ilaka lagta hai.”
Unhone apni raftaar dheemi ki, deewaron ke sahare chhupte hue aage badhe. Aadmi ek purane warehouse ke paas ruka, jahan ek chhoti si red van khadi thi.
Usne phone band kiya aur van ke paas ek doosre aadmi se baat karne laga—yeh ek mota shaks tha, jiski aankhon par chashma aur haathon mein ek bada sa bag tha.
“Yeh maal Vikram bhai tak jaldi pahunchana hai, samjha, Raju?” mota aadmi bola, uski awaaz mein ek ghabrahat thi.
Raju, woh patla aadmi, ne bag uthaya aur van ke peeche daala, “Arre, Chhotu bhai, tension mat le, main sab sambhal lunga.”
Pooja ne Kartik ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein ek tezi thi. “Yeh dono Vikram ke bande hain—hume inka peecha karna hoga,” usne dheeme se kaha.
Kartik ne haan mein sar hilaya, aur dono van ke peeche chhup gaye jab woh chal padi. Sadak par thodi si bheed thi—ek cycle wala doodh ke dabbe le jata hua, aur ek buddha chai wala apna thela khol raha tha—lekin Pooja aur Kartik ne apna dhyaan van par rakha.
Van shehar ke bahar ek purane raste par mud gayi, jahan pedon ki ghani chhaya aur kacchi sadak thi. Pooja ne apni pistol kamar se nikaali, “Kartik, taiyaar rehna—yeh Vikram ka den ho sakta hai.”
Van ek bade se compound ke paas ruki, jahan ek purana factory jaisa dikhne wala structure tha. Raju aur Chhotu van se utre, bag lekar andar chale gaye.
Pooja aur Kartik ne dur se dekha—compound ke bahar ek guard khada tha, haath mein lathi liye, aur andar se kuch aadmiyon ki awaazein a rahi thi. “Yeh jagah Vikram ka adda hai,” Pooja ne kaha, uski saansein thodi tezi se chal rahi thi.
Unhone chhupte hue compound ke kinaare tak pahunchne ki koshish ki, lekin tabhi guard ne unki taraf dekha. “Kaun hai wahan?” usne chillakar poochha, aur apni lathi uthayi.
Pooja ne Kartik ko peeche dhakka diya, “Jaldi chhup!” Dono jhadi ke peeche gir pade, Kartik ka haath Pooja ki kamar se takraya, uski garam badan ko chhute hue.
Unki saansein ek doosre ke kareeb thi, Pooja ka chehra Kartik ke gale ke paas—ek pal ke liye unke beech ki garmi goonj gayi.
“Maa, yeh paasapan…” Kartik dheeme se bola, lekin Pooja ne pistol tight ki, “Chup!” Guard unki taraf badha, tabhi andar se motorbike ka engine gurraya, aur unka dhyan toot gaya.
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Part 26
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Compound ke darwaze se ek aadmi tezi se bahar nikla—lamba, sakht jism wala, chehre par ek daadi aur aankhon mein ek vahshat—Vikram.
Usne Raju ko chillakar bola, “Bag le aur bhaag, police yahan tak pahunch gayi hai!” Raju ne bag uthaya, lekin Chhotu ghabrahat mein van ke paas hi reh gaya.
Pooja ne jhadi se nikalte hue chillaya, “Ruk ja, Vikram! Tera khel khatam!” Usne pistol tani, lekin Vikram ne motorbike ki speed badha di aur kacchi sadak par dhool udaata hua nikal gaya.
Pooja ne goli chalane ki koshish ki, lekin woh duri se bahar ho chuka tha. Kartik ne Raju ki taraf daud lagayi, usne bag chheen liya aur usse zameen par gira diya. “Tera boss bhaag gaya, ab tu batayega!” Kartik ne gusse se kaha, uska haath Raju ke collar par tight tha.
Pooja compound ke andar daudi, jahan Chhotu abhi bhi van ke paas khada tha. “Haath upar kar, warna goli maar dungi!” usne dhamkaya, aur Chhotu ne turant haath upar kar diye, uska chehra pasine se bheeg gaya.
Guard bhaagne ki koshish kar raha tha, lekin Kartik ne usse peeche se pakad liya, ek zor ka dhakka dekar zameen par gira diya. “Kahan bhaagega ab?” Kartik ne poochha, uski saansein tezi se chal rahi thi.
Jab sab kuch shant hua, Pooja ne Chhotu aur guard ko handcuffs mein jakda, aur Raju bhi Kartik ke haathon se nahi chhoot saka.
Bag mein drugs ke packets the—Vikram ka ek aur dhandha haath laga tha. Lekin Vikram khud bhaag gaya tha, uski motorbike ki awaaz ab dur tak sunai nahi de rahi thi.
Pooja ne ek gehri saans li, uska chehra thakan aur gusse se bhar gaya. “Hum uske itne kareeb the, Kartik,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek chhupi si mayoosi thi.
Kartik ne uske paas aakar bola, “Maa, humne uske aadmi pakad liye, yeh bag bhi haath laga. Woh zyada dur nahi bhaag sakta.” Pooja ne Raju ki taraf dekha, jo ab zameen par baitha tha, aur boli, “Tujhe bolna padega, Vikram agla kadam kahan lega?”
Raju ne thodi der chuppi ke baad bola, “Main… main batata hoon. Woh shehar ke paas ek purane bridge ke neeche chhupta hai jab cheezein garam hoti hain.”
Pooja aur Kartik ne ek doosre ki taraf dekha—Vikram bhaag gaya tha, lekin unke haath ek naya clue laga tha. Raat ab khatam hone ko thi, aur factory ke compound mein police ki jeet ka ek chhota sa nishaan chhoot gaya tha.
Par Vikram abhi bhi unki pahunch se dur tha, lekin unka shikanja uspar kasta ja raha tha.
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Compound ke darwaze se ek aadmi tezi se bahar nikla—lamba, sakht jism wala, chehre par ek daadi aur aankhon mein ek vahshat—Vikram.
Usne Raju ko chillakar bola, “Bag le aur bhaag, police yahan tak pahunch gayi hai!” Raju ne bag uthaya, lekin Chhotu ghabrahat mein van ke paas hi reh gaya.
Pooja ne jhadi se nikalte hue chillaya, “Ruk ja, Vikram! Tera khel khatam!” Usne pistol tani, lekin Vikram ne motorbike ki speed badha di aur kacchi sadak par dhool udaata hua nikal gaya.
Pooja ne goli chalane ki koshish ki, lekin woh duri se bahar ho chuka tha. Kartik ne Raju ki taraf daud lagayi, usne bag chheen liya aur usse zameen par gira diya. “Tera boss bhaag gaya, ab tu batayega!” Kartik ne gusse se kaha, uska haath Raju ke collar par tight tha.
Pooja compound ke andar daudi, jahan Chhotu abhi bhi van ke paas khada tha. “Haath upar kar, warna goli maar dungi!” usne dhamkaya, aur Chhotu ne turant haath upar kar diye, uska chehra pasine se bheeg gaya.
Guard bhaagne ki koshish kar raha tha, lekin Kartik ne usse peeche se pakad liya, ek zor ka dhakka dekar zameen par gira diya. “Kahan bhaagega ab?” Kartik ne poochha, uski saansein tezi se chal rahi thi.
Jab sab kuch shant hua, Pooja ne Chhotu aur guard ko handcuffs mein jakda, aur Raju bhi Kartik ke haathon se nahi chhoot saka.
Bag mein drugs ke packets the—Vikram ka ek aur dhandha haath laga tha. Lekin Vikram khud bhaag gaya tha, uski motorbike ki awaaz ab dur tak sunai nahi de rahi thi.
Pooja ne ek gehri saans li, uska chehra thakan aur gusse se bhar gaya. “Hum uske itne kareeb the, Kartik,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek chhupi si mayoosi thi.
Kartik ne uske paas aakar bola, “Maa, humne uske aadmi pakad liye, yeh bag bhi haath laga. Woh zyada dur nahi bhaag sakta.” Pooja ne Raju ki taraf dekha, jo ab zameen par baitha tha, aur boli, “Tujhe bolna padega, Vikram agla kadam kahan lega?”
Raju ne thodi der chuppi ke baad bola, “Main… main batata hoon. Woh shehar ke paas ek purane bridge ke neeche chhupta hai jab cheezein garam hoti hain.”
Pooja aur Kartik ne ek doosre ki taraf dekha—Vikram bhaag gaya tha, lekin unke haath ek naya clue laga tha. Raat ab khatam hone ko thi, aur factory ke compound mein police ki jeet ka ek chhota sa nishaan chhoot gaya tha.
Par Vikram abhi bhi unki pahunch se dur tha, lekin unka shikanja uspar kasta ja raha tha.
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Part 27
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Das din ki jasoosi ke baad, Pooja ko Vikram ke ek bade consignment ka pata chala—ek purane dockyard mein, jahan samundar ki lehrein aur machhliyon ki badboo hawa mein ghuli hui thi.
Usne Kartik ko ghabrahat bhari nazron se dekha aur kaha, “Aaj tu peeche rehna, main team ke saath jaungi.”
Kartik ka dil dhadka, lekin usne chupchap sar hilaya, uski aankhon mein ek chhupi si bechaini thi.
Pooja ne apni team ke saath raid ki taiyaari ki—pistol haath mein, bulletproof vest pehni, aur aankhon mein ek aag si jali hui thi.
Dockyard par pahunchte hi andhera unpar cha gaya, sirf dur kahin ek batti ki halki roshni thi.
Vikram ke aadmi wahan maujood the—char bande, haathon mein bandookein, aur ek bada wooden crate unke beech rakha hua.
Pooja ne apni team ko ishara kiya, “Chhupte hue aage badho!” Lekin jaise hi woh crate ke paas pahunchi, ek aadmi ne unhe dekh liya aur chillaya, “Police hai!”
Ek pal mein goliyaan chal padi—dockyard ki khamoshi ek dum se toot gayi, awaaz samundar ki lehron se takra rahi thi.
Pooja ne tez harkat mein apni pistol uthayi, ek aadmi par nishana lagaya—goli uske seene mein lagi, aur woh zameen par gir pada.
Doosra aadmi uski taraf lapka, bandook tani hui, lekin Pooja ne jhukkar uske pairon par goli maari—woh dard se cheekhta hua gir gaya.
Tabhi ek teesra aadmi, lamba aur tezi se bhagta hua, crate ke peeche se nikla—Vikram. Usne apne aadmiyon par chillaya, “Maal chhodo, bhaago!” Usne ek chhoti si boat ki taraf daud lagayi, jo dock ke kinaare bandhi thi.
Pooja ne uski taraf pistol tani, lekin tabhi ek goli uske kandhe ke paas se guzar gayi—khoon ki ek patli dhaar uski vardi par fail gayi, aur uska haath ek pal ke liye kaanp gaya.
Vikram boat mein chadh gaya, engine start kiya, aur samundar ke andhere mein ghul gaya, uski awaaz dur tak gungunati rahi.
Kartik, jo dur ek chhoti si pahadi se sab dekh raha tha, uska dil darr se dab gaya. Usne Pooja ko khoon mein dekha, aur uske pairon tale zameen khisak gayi.
“Maa!” usne dheeme se chillaya, lekin woh wahan tak nahi pahunch sakta tha. Pooja ne apne radio se team ko hukum diya, “Injured hoon, lekin Vikram bhaag gaya—clean up karo!” Phir usne Kartik ko phone kiya, “Safehouse aaja akele milte hai, main theek hoon.”
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Das din ki jasoosi ke baad, Pooja ko Vikram ke ek bade consignment ka pata chala—ek purane dockyard mein, jahan samundar ki lehrein aur machhliyon ki badboo hawa mein ghuli hui thi.
Usne Kartik ko ghabrahat bhari nazron se dekha aur kaha, “Aaj tu peeche rehna, main team ke saath jaungi.”
Kartik ka dil dhadka, lekin usne chupchap sar hilaya, uski aankhon mein ek chhupi si bechaini thi.
Pooja ne apni team ke saath raid ki taiyaari ki—pistol haath mein, bulletproof vest pehni, aur aankhon mein ek aag si jali hui thi.
Dockyard par pahunchte hi andhera unpar cha gaya, sirf dur kahin ek batti ki halki roshni thi.
Vikram ke aadmi wahan maujood the—char bande, haathon mein bandookein, aur ek bada wooden crate unke beech rakha hua.
Pooja ne apni team ko ishara kiya, “Chhupte hue aage badho!” Lekin jaise hi woh crate ke paas pahunchi, ek aadmi ne unhe dekh liya aur chillaya, “Police hai!”
Ek pal mein goliyaan chal padi—dockyard ki khamoshi ek dum se toot gayi, awaaz samundar ki lehron se takra rahi thi.
Pooja ne tez harkat mein apni pistol uthayi, ek aadmi par nishana lagaya—goli uske seene mein lagi, aur woh zameen par gir pada.
Doosra aadmi uski taraf lapka, bandook tani hui, lekin Pooja ne jhukkar uske pairon par goli maari—woh dard se cheekhta hua gir gaya.
Tabhi ek teesra aadmi, lamba aur tezi se bhagta hua, crate ke peeche se nikla—Vikram. Usne apne aadmiyon par chillaya, “Maal chhodo, bhaago!” Usne ek chhoti si boat ki taraf daud lagayi, jo dock ke kinaare bandhi thi.
Pooja ne uski taraf pistol tani, lekin tabhi ek goli uske kandhe ke paas se guzar gayi—khoon ki ek patli dhaar uski vardi par fail gayi, aur uska haath ek pal ke liye kaanp gaya.
Vikram boat mein chadh gaya, engine start kiya, aur samundar ke andhere mein ghul gaya, uski awaaz dur tak gungunati rahi.
Kartik, jo dur ek chhoti si pahadi se sab dekh raha tha, uska dil darr se dab gaya. Usne Pooja ko khoon mein dekha, aur uske pairon tale zameen khisak gayi.
“Maa!” usne dheeme se chillaya, lekin woh wahan tak nahi pahunch sakta tha. Pooja ne apne radio se team ko hukum diya, “Injured hoon, lekin Vikram bhaag gaya—clean up karo!” Phir usne Kartik ko phone kiya, “Safehouse aaja akele milte hai, main theek hoon.”
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Part 28
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Safehouse mein, Pooja ka kandha bandage se dhaka tha, khoon ke chhinte ab bhi uski vardi par lage hue the.
Kartik darwaza kholte hi uske paas dauda, usse gale laga liya—uski shirt uske pasine se bheeg gayi, aur uski saansein tezi se chal rahi thi.
“Maa, mujhe laga main tujhe kho doonga,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek gahri si tadap thi. Pooja ne uske chehre ko apne haathon mein liya, uski thandi ungliyan Kartik ke garam gaalon par phisli, aur boli, “Kartik, yeh chot kuch nahi hai.”
Uske honthon par ek halki si muskurahat thi, lekin aankhon mein ek nayi gahraai dikh rahi thi.
Kartik ne usse dheere se bed par litaya, uski vardi ki shirt ke button khole—uski skin par khoon ke daag aur bandage ke neeche uski chhati ubhar rahi thi.
Usne Pooja ke stanon ko dheere se chhua, unki narmi uske haathon mein ghul gayi, aur apne honth un par rakh diye—ek geela, garam chumban.
“Maa, tum ab bhi itni garam ho,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek sulagta sa jazba tha. Pooja ne uski pant ki zip par haath rakha, uska lund bahar nikala—mota, garam, aur paseene se chamakta hua—aur usse haath mein lete hue boli, “Yeh mujhe chahiye… abhi, tujhse sukoon chahiye.”
Kartik ne usse spooning position mein liya—piche se uske kareeb aaya, uski taangein Pooja ki taangon se uljhi hui thi, aur apna lund uski choot ke paas laya.
Usne dheere se ragda, uski gili choot ke hothon ko chhedte hue, phir ek halka dhakka mara. “Aah… Kartik… yeh sukoon kitna gehra hai… ooh,” Pooja ne siski li, uska jism bandage ke bawajood thoda sa hil gaya.
Kartik ne uski gardan par apne honth rakhe, us par ek dheema sa chumban diya, aur bola, “Maa, tumhare saath har chhuan ek junoon hai… aah.”
Usne dheere-dheere dhakke mare, uska lund uski choot ke andar tak ghus raha tha, har movement mein ek madhur si rhythm banayi.
Phir Kartik ne usse ghodi banaya—Pooja ne apne ghutne aur haathon par zor diya, uski gaand upar uthi hui thi, bandage uske kandhe par ab bhi dikh raha tha.
Kartik ne piche se uski choot mein lund dala, ek zor ka dhakka mara—uski skin uske jism se takrayi, ek thap ki awaaz goonj uthi. “Maa, teri choot mujhe kheenchti hai… ooh,” usne kaha, uski ungliyan Pooja ki kamar par phisli.
Pooja ne apna sar peeche kiya, uske baal bed par fail gaye, aur boli, “Kartik… mujhe yeh chahiye tha… aah… zor se.”
Kartik ne raftaar badha di, har dhakka uski choot ke andar tak jata tha, uska ras uski janghon par tapakta hua ek mehak chhod raha tha.
Dono ke jism ek saath akad gaye, Kartik ka garam pani uski choot mein bhar gaya, aur Pooja ka ras uske saath mila—ek lambi siski ke saath woh dono jhad gaye, unke paseene se sane jism ek doosre se lipat gaye.
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Vikram abhi bhi farar tha, uski boat samundar ke andhere mein ghul chuki thi, lekin Pooja aur Kartik ki jo jodi bani, woh kisi bhi jeet se badi thi.
Har mission, har khatre ke saath, unka bharosa ek nayi majbooti tak pahunch gaya tha.
Safehouse mein ek raat, Pooja ne Kartik ko bed par baithaya, uski aankhon mein dekha, aur boli, “Tu meri aankhein ban gaya hai… aur meri himmat bhi.”
Kartik ne uska haath pakda, uski ungliyan Pooja ki ungliyon mein uljhayi, aur bola, “Maa, tum mere liye zindagi ho—yeh khatra bhi tumhare saath jeene layak hai.”
Unki chahat ab jism se aage badh chuki thi, dil tak ja pahunchi thi—ek rishta jo har din ek naye roop mein sanwar raha tha, Vikram ke khilaaf jung ke beech bhi apni gehraai ko chhoo raha tha.
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Safehouse mein, Pooja ka kandha bandage se dhaka tha, khoon ke chhinte ab bhi uski vardi par lage hue the.
Kartik darwaza kholte hi uske paas dauda, usse gale laga liya—uski shirt uske pasine se bheeg gayi, aur uski saansein tezi se chal rahi thi.
“Maa, mujhe laga main tujhe kho doonga,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek gahri si tadap thi. Pooja ne uske chehre ko apne haathon mein liya, uski thandi ungliyan Kartik ke garam gaalon par phisli, aur boli, “Kartik, yeh chot kuch nahi hai.”
Uske honthon par ek halki si muskurahat thi, lekin aankhon mein ek nayi gahraai dikh rahi thi.
Kartik ne usse dheere se bed par litaya, uski vardi ki shirt ke button khole—uski skin par khoon ke daag aur bandage ke neeche uski chhati ubhar rahi thi.
Usne Pooja ke stanon ko dheere se chhua, unki narmi uske haathon mein ghul gayi, aur apne honth un par rakh diye—ek geela, garam chumban.
“Maa, tum ab bhi itni garam ho,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek sulagta sa jazba tha. Pooja ne uski pant ki zip par haath rakha, uska lund bahar nikala—mota, garam, aur paseene se chamakta hua—aur usse haath mein lete hue boli, “Yeh mujhe chahiye… abhi, tujhse sukoon chahiye.”
Kartik ne usse spooning position mein liya—piche se uske kareeb aaya, uski taangein Pooja ki taangon se uljhi hui thi, aur apna lund uski choot ke paas laya.
Usne dheere se ragda, uski gili choot ke hothon ko chhedte hue, phir ek halka dhakka mara. “Aah… Kartik… yeh sukoon kitna gehra hai… ooh,” Pooja ne siski li, uska jism bandage ke bawajood thoda sa hil gaya.
Kartik ne uski gardan par apne honth rakhe, us par ek dheema sa chumban diya, aur bola, “Maa, tumhare saath har chhuan ek junoon hai… aah.”
Usne dheere-dheere dhakke mare, uska lund uski choot ke andar tak ghus raha tha, har movement mein ek madhur si rhythm banayi.
Phir Kartik ne usse ghodi banaya—Pooja ne apne ghutne aur haathon par zor diya, uski gaand upar uthi hui thi, bandage uske kandhe par ab bhi dikh raha tha.
Kartik ne piche se uski choot mein lund dala, ek zor ka dhakka mara—uski skin uske jism se takrayi, ek thap ki awaaz goonj uthi. “Maa, teri choot mujhe kheenchti hai… ooh,” usne kaha, uski ungliyan Pooja ki kamar par phisli.
Pooja ne apna sar peeche kiya, uske baal bed par fail gaye, aur boli, “Kartik… mujhe yeh chahiye tha… aah… zor se.”
Kartik ne raftaar badha di, har dhakka uski choot ke andar tak jata tha, uska ras uski janghon par tapakta hua ek mehak chhod raha tha.
Dono ke jism ek saath akad gaye, Kartik ka garam pani uski choot mein bhar gaya, aur Pooja ka ras uske saath mila—ek lambi siski ke saath woh dono jhad gaye, unke paseene se sane jism ek doosre se lipat gaye.
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Vikram abhi bhi farar tha, uski boat samundar ke andhere mein ghul chuki thi, lekin Pooja aur Kartik ki jo jodi bani, woh kisi bhi jeet se badi thi.
Har mission, har khatre ke saath, unka bharosa ek nayi majbooti tak pahunch gaya tha.
Safehouse mein ek raat, Pooja ne Kartik ko bed par baithaya, uski aankhon mein dekha, aur boli, “Tu meri aankhein ban gaya hai… aur meri himmat bhi.”
Kartik ne uska haath pakda, uski ungliyan Pooja ki ungliyon mein uljhayi, aur bola, “Maa, tum mere liye zindagi ho—yeh khatra bhi tumhare saath jeene layak hai.”
Unki chahat ab jism se aage badh chuki thi, dil tak ja pahunchi thi—ek rishta jo har din ek naye roop mein sanwar raha tha, Vikram ke khilaaf jung ke beech bhi apni gehraai ko chhoo raha tha.
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