Bhag 42: Madhav Ka Aana – Bua Ki Bebasi
Hall mein party ka mahaul ab poora garam ho chuka tha. Neon lights ki chamak har taraf faili hui thi, music ka beat dheema lekin dil ko chhoo jaane wala. Mehman nange badan, ladkiyan bhi bilkul exposed – choochiyan nangi, chut geeli aur tayyar. Awazon ka toofan tha – siskariyan, cheekhein, thap-thap ki awaaz, aur hasi ka goonjna. Ek mehman ek ladki ko sofa pe god mein baitha kar zor-zor se pel raha tha – ladki ki taangein uski kamar pe lapeti hui, “Aahh sir… aapka lund meri chut mein… aur zor se… tip do na 1000 ka…” Mehman hans raha tha, uski gaand par thappad maar raha tha.
Dusre corner mein do mehman ek ladki ko beech mein liye the – ek chut mein lund daal raha tha, dusra muh mein. Ladki tadap rahi thi, “Umm… haan sirs… dono taraf se… meri chut aur muh aapke liye… aaj poora maal lo…” Teesra mehman ek ladki ko table par tedha kar ke gaand maar raha tha – ladki ki cheekhein goonj rahi thi, “Aahh… dard ho raha hai sir… par maza aa raha hai… aur andar… tip de do…”
Raunak centre mein baitha tha, uske god mein Jasmine uchhal rahi thi – chachu ka lund uski chut mein andar-bahar, choochiyan hil rahi thi. Raunak hans raha tha, “Haan beta… chachu teri chut phaad raha hai… le mera lund… bhatiji ki chut kitni tight hai…”
Kusum ka haal dekho toh dil ro deta. Woh sofa ke kinare par baithi thi, lekin ab teen mehman uske charon taraf the – ek mota aadmi uski choochiyon ko masal raha tha, dusra uski skirt upar karke chut mein ungli daal raha tha, teesra uske muh mein lund ragad raha tha. Kusum tadap rahi thi, aansu beh rahe the, lekin awaaz nahi nikal rahi thi. Teeno mehman hans rahe the –
Mota aadmi: “Raunak bhai… teri biwi ki choochiyan toh doodh se bhari hui hain… kitni naram… aur zor se dabata hoon toh kitni hilti hain…”
Dusra mehman: “Aur yeh chut… geeli toh hai, par tight lag rahi hai… kitni baar chud chuki hogi yeh? Raunak bhai, tu toh lucky hai… aisi biwi ko har raat chodta hoga!”
Teesra mehman: “Haan bhai… muh bhi garam hai… le mera lund… chus randi… tip 2000 ka dunga!”
Kusum ka badan kaanp raha tha. Uski chut se pani beh raha tha, choochiyan laal ho chuki thi, muh mein lund ka swad mehsoos ho raha tha. Woh soch rahi thi – “Yeh sab khatam kab hoga? Manik… kash tu hota… tu mujhe aise nahi hone deta… main teri hoon… par ab… ab main sabki hoon…”
Teeno mehman tez ho gaye – mota aadmi uski choochiyon ko zor-zor se masalne laga, dusra ungli aur gehri daal kar ragadne laga, teesra muh mein dhakke dene laga. Kusum ki siskariyan nikal rahi thi – “Aahh… uff… bas… dheere…” Par teeno hans rahe the, “Le randi… aaj poora maza le… Raunak bhai ki biwi hai tu… special maal hai!”
Tabhi… teeno ekdam se ruk gaye.
Jaise koi bijli gir gayi ho. Mota aadmi ka haath ruk gaya, dusra ungli nikaal kar peeche hata, teesra lund muh se nikaal kar khada ho gaya. Hall mein ek second ka sannata chha gaya. Sabki nazar darwaze ki taraf ghumi.
Tabhi uske kaanon mein ek chir-parichit awaaz padi – peeche se.
“Kaun hai jo meri bua (Kusum) ke saath aisa karne ki koshish kar raha hai?”
Kusum ne haanp le kar peeche mudkar dekha. Uski aankhen fail gayi, saans ruk gayi. Yeh koi aur nahi – uska apna bhatija Madhav tha.
Madhav – 21 saal ka, lambi height, mazboot badan, sharp features. Usne black shirt aur jeans pehni thi, baalon mein gel, chehre par ek confident smile. Uske peeche do bodyguards khade the – bade-bade aadmi, haath mein guns. Madhav ne hall ko dekha – nange mehman, nangi ladkiyan, chudai ka mahaul – par uska chehra bilkul calm tha. Jaise yeh sab uske liye normal ho.
Kusum khush ho gayi. Uski aankhen bhar aayi – aansu khushi ke. Woh soch rahi thi, “Madhav… mera bhatija… woh aaya hai! Ab yeh mera taranhaar ban kar aaya hai… mujhe bacha lega… yeh sab khatam ho jayega!” Usne jaldi se uthne ki koshish ki, kapde dhundhne lagi – kurti, skirt, bra… par kuchh nahi mila. Sab kahin phenk diye gaye the.
Madhav ne Raunak ki taraf dekha – uski muskaan abhi bhi thi, lekin aankhen sakht. Madhav ne zor se bola, awaaz hall mein goonj gayi:
“Kyun fufa… koi bhi insaan tumhare hote hue tumhari bua ko nahi chod sakta… chudai jaise ekdam se ruk si gayi thi!”
Raunak ka chehra ek second ke liye badla. Woh Jasmine ko god se utara diya – Jasmine hairaan reh gayi. Hall mein sannata tha. Sab mehman ruk gaye – lund khade, chut geeli, par koi hil nahi raha tha. Madhav ke bodyguards ne guns nikaal li – sirf dikhane ke liye, lekin dhamki clear thi.
Kusum khadi hokar apne kapde dhundhne lagi – “Mera dupatta… meri kurti… kahaan hai?” Par kuchh nahi mila. Sab phenk diye gaye the, kahin zameen pe, kahin sofa ke neeche. Woh nangi hi khadi thi – choochiyan laal, chut se pani tapak raha tha, gaand par haathon ke nishaan. Woh sharm se mar rahi thi, lekin Madhav ko dekh kar thoda sukoon mila.
Madhav ne Kusum ko dekha aur muskuraya – woh muskaan pyar bhari thi, lekin saath hi ek ajeeb si chamak bhi. Woh dheere se bola,
“Kapde dhundh rahi ho bua? Nahi milenge… main in sabko isliye bol raha hoon ke mere hote hue koi meri bua ko nahi chod sakta… kyunki mujhe apni bua ko chodna hai!”
Hall mein pehle sannata tha, phir ek zor ka thahaka. Madhav ne khud thahaka lagaya – woh hansi jo hall mein goonj gayi. Raunak ne bhi thahaka lagaya – pehle hairaan, phir khush. “Hahaha… Madhav beta… tu aa gaya… aur itni jaldi twist la diya!” Hall mein sab mehman hansne lage – “Wah… bhatija bua ko chodne aaya… yeh party mazedaar ho gayi!”
Jasmine bhi hans padi, fir se Raunak ke lund par uchhalne lagi – “Chachu… aapka bhatija aaya hai… par main rukungi nahi… aapka lund mera hai!” Woh upar-neeche hone lagi, choochiyan hil rahi thi.
Kusum ka dil ruk gaya. Woh Madhav ki taraf dekhi – uski muskaan, uski aankhen. “Yeh… yeh kya keh raha hai? Mujhe chodna hai? Madhav… mera bhatija… 11 saal ka tha jab maine manik ko chhoda tha… ab… ab yeh?”
Kusum ko yaad aa gaya woh waqt – 10 saal pehle. Jab usne Manik ko chhod diya tha. Madhav ke baap – Raunak ke bade bhai – ne uska poora saath diya tha. Shayad paise ke liye, shayad family pressure ke liye. Us time Madhav sirf 11 saal ka tha – chhota sa ladka, jo uske paas aata tha, “Bua… aap kyun ro rahi ho?” aur usko gale lagata tha. Ab woh 21 saal ka ho chuka tha – mazboot, confident, aur… usko chodne ki baat kar raha tha.
Kusum ka badan kaanp raha tha. Woh soch rahi thi – “Madhav… tu mera bhatija hai… tu mujhe bachaane aaya tha… par ab… ab tu khud mujhe… yeh kya ho raha hai? Yeh family mein kaisa rishta ban gaya hai?”