Fantasy khaliyan 2.0

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[satya18]

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We’ll provide an update on both our stories this Sunday morning.


Thank you for your patience, support, and understanding.

Aaram kro bhai aap dono story...........bad main dekh lena

 

[Raja1239]

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Sunita ne doodh peekar pyali sink mein rakh di, lekin uth nahi paayi. Thodi der kinare par haath rakh ke khadi rahi. Phir bartan ikatthe kiye aur ek taraf dhak diye.​

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Aaj Bablu ghar par nahi tha. Woh Nagpur training par nikal gaya tha. Ghar mein wahi khali hushnudi thi jo sirf tab aati hai jab ghar ka mard bahar ho. Neeche, naabh ke neeche, aag dheere-dheere badh rahi thi. Nahi chahte hue bhi uska haath saadi ke neeche ko jaa raha tha.​

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Woh apne kamre mein aayi aur charpai par let gayi. Pehle to bas yun hi padi rahi. Bahar nadi ki awaaz aa rahi thi, kabhi-kabhi kutte ki. Phir wahi garmi uthni shuru hui — itni ki lage mahine ka dard hai.​

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Jo awaaz kehti thi *tu vidhwa hai* — woh aayi, lekin aaj door se, jaise kuen ke neeche se.​

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Haath pehle saadi ke upar se gaya. Kapde ke upar hi ruka. Thodi der wahi raha. Phir kapde ke andar chala gaya.​

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Jadhav ka lund yaad aaya — wahi jo usne langot se nikaala tha, wahi jo nitambon ki daarar mein ghus kar ragda tha. Us yaad ke saath ungli pehle dheere phiri, jaise khud se pooch rahi ho. Phir tez ho gayi. Doosra haath stan par gaya. Dabaate hi munh se awaaz nikal gayi.​

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“Hmm… maa…”​

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Rokne ki koshish ki. Haath ek pal ruka bhi. Phir wapas lag gaya. Kamar-chain ke ghungroo dheere-dheere khanakne lage. Latakta ball baar-baar neeche se takrata raha.​

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“Hmm maa… hmm maa…”

Kehte-kehte woh jhad gayi. Charpai ki lakdi *chur-chur-chur* kari — jaise do jism mil rahe hon. Neeche ki chaddar geeli ho gayi. Sharm se usne pallu munh par kheencha aur leti rahi, saans sambhalti rahi, jaise koi bahar se sun raha ho.
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Tabhi aangan se gaay ki awaaz aayi — lambi, bechain. Sunita uthi, saadi sambhalte hue bahar aayi.​

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Ek gaay khunte se peeche ki taraf ragad rahi thi, poonch upar kaar ke , neeche chipchipa taral tapak raha tha. Doosri shaant khadi thi. Bechain wali ne Sunita ko dekha aur zor se awaaz di.​

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Sunita kuch der khadi-khadi dekhti rahi. Uski apni saadi ab bhi neeche se chipki thi. Lota uthaya. Pehle apne pair aur jaangh par thanda paani daala, phir gaay ke peechhle pairon par. Gaay hatki, ek thapki maari, lekin poori shaant nahi hui. Sunita thodi der uski peeth phirti rahi. Phir gaay thak kar khadi ho gayi.​

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*Ab ho gaya,* usne socha. *Shaant ho jayegi.*
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Woh sone chali gayi. Raat bhar neend kachi rahi. Beech-beech mein usi gaay ki awaaz aa jaati, aur us awaaz ke saath shareer mein wahi hichki uth jaati — jaise do maada janwar ek hi cheez maang rahe hon. Ek mazboot saand. Jo ragad-ragad ke dono ko shaant kar de.​

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Subah jaldi uthi. Ghar ke kaam jhat se nipataye. Kuen ki taraf nikalte hi payal ki khanak gali tak chali gayi.​

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Tabela ke gate par Bhola khada tha. Haath khunte par, dhoti kasi hui. Lag raha tha abhi akhaade se hi aaya ho — shareer par mitti ka laal rang, paseene se lipat kar natural lep ban gaya tha.​

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Sunita ki nazar us par atki. Aaj pehli baar, nahi chahte hue bhi, use Bhola mein ek kadak mard dikha. Ek pal ke liye mohit si ho gayi. Jaise maada apne naar ko kheenchtí hai, waise hi lachakti chaal se wahan se nikal gayi.​

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Bhola ne use pairon se lekar kamar-chain tak dekh liya, pallu ke hilne tak. Dhoti ke upar se haath dabaya, lekin nazar tab tak nahi hatayi jab tak Sunita mor se nahi mudi.​

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Thodi der baad Manju usi raste se chara ki gathri liye aayi. Bhola ne awaaz di.​

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“Manju, andar aa.”​

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Andar aate hi usne ghum-phir ke baat nahi ki.​

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“Kitna time degi? Main nahi rukne wala. Mujhe Sunita chahiye. Aaj nahi to kal, usi pe chadhunga. Usme apna beej daalna hai. Use apni dudharu gaay banana hai. Kuch kar… nahi to mujhse bura koi nahi hoga.”​

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Manju ke pair ruke. Agar ab na boli, to yeh aaj hi ghar ghus sakta tha. Awaaz dheemi ki.​

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“Theek hai, Sarpanch ji. Puri koshish karungi.”​

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Bhola ne sir hilaya. Gale se ek sone ki chain nikaal kar Manju ke gale mein daal di. Kam se kam pachaas tola. Manju chain dekhte hi reh gayi. Aankhon mein chamak aa gayi. Khushi-khushi nikal gayi.​

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Bhola ne apne aadmi bulaaye.​

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“Aaj shaam ki chhutti. Theke pe jao. Angrezi peeo. Paise mere.”​

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Kuen par auratein ab Sunita se izzat se baat kar rahi thin. Tabhi Manju aa gayi. Sone ki chain usne blouse mein chhupa rakhi thi.​

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Sunita boli, “Manju, gaay raat bhar awaaz nikal rahi thi. Lagta hai uska rut kaal shuru ho gaya.”​

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Phir raat bhar ki baat bata di. Manju ke chehre par aisi raahat aayi jaise dil ki murad puri ho gayi ho.​

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“Didi, lagta hai gaay ko Firangi se milana padega. Nahi to aaj nahi kal, pagal ho jayegi.”​

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“Par Bablu to teen din bahar hai. Aur hamein bhi to aaj jaana hai.”​

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“Hamein dopahar mein nikalna hai na? To kyun na abhi le chalein. Kaam bhi jaldi ho jayega.”​

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“Par teen din gaay ki dekhbhal kaun karega?”​

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Manju hans di. “Aapke pati Gangu. Hahaha.”​

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Gangu ka naam sunkar Sunita blush kar gayi.​

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“Kamini, kuch bhi bolti hai. Ruk, maar khayegi.”​

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Hansi-mazak karte dono ghar ki taraf aa gayin. Bahar gaay ne phir awaaz di. Manju bartan dhoti hui boli, “Abhi le chalte hain. Bablu nahi hai. Pakadne ko do log chahiye.”​

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Sunita ne haan kar di. Us waqt use laga yeh baat sach mein sirf gaay ki hai.​

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Jaane hi wali thin ki Sunita ke phone par call aaya. MLA ka P.A. tha.​

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“Madam Sunita ji, main MLA sahab ka P.A. bol raha hoon.”​

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“Ji, boliye. Hum bas dopahar mein nikalne wale hain.”​

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“Isi liye call kiya hai. Sahab ko urgent Mumbai jaana pad raha hai. Paon ka dard badh gaya hai. Woh das din wahin rukenge.”​

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Sunita ke munh par nirasha chhai. Aath saal baad jo milne-thamne wala tha, woh phir tal gaya.​

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“Ji… theek hai. Sahab se kehna, apna khayal rakhein.”​

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Phone P.A. se sahab ne le liya.​

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“Sunita… bas das din.”​

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“Ji. Aap bas tabiyat ka dhyan rakhiye.”​

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“Bye. Call karta rahunga.”​

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“Main aapke call ka wait karti rahungi. Bye.”​

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Call katte hi Manju ka chehra khil utha, jaise uski murad doosri baar puri ho gayi ho.​

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“Didi, raat ko chalte hain. Abhi log bhi honge. Bablu bhi nahi hai. Raat ko koi nahi hoga, jhat se karke aa jayenge.”​

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Sunita ko baat logical lagi. Usne haan kar di aur nirasha liye kaam mein lag gayi.​

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Dopahar dhalne lagi thi jab gate par jhadu ki dandi lagi. Gangu aaya. Ek haath mein jhadu, doosre mein tokri.​

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Usne awaaz di, “Sunita.”​

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Jab se usne uski kamar mein chain aur pair mein payal pehnayi thi, tab se beti shabd nikal gayi thi uski zubaan se.​

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Sunita rasoi mein thi. Awaaz padte hi pair ruke. Man mein charcharahat uthi. Jaanghon ke beech geelapan aa gaya — subah wali baat yaad aa gayi, jab Manju ne use pati kaha tha.​

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Usne jhat se pallu sir par kheench liya, aanchal kasa, do saans li, phir nikli. Aangan ki dhoop mein Gangu bahar hi khada tha, jaise ab bhi andar aane ki himmat na ho.​

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Doosre ghar wale kachra haath aage karke nikal jaate hain. Sunita khud gayi. Kone se tokri uthayi, uske saamne le gayi, aur uski tokri mein daal di. Gangu ke kapdon se gandi, paseene aur kachre ki bo aa rahi thi.​

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Pehle dinon mein woh bhi kachra kone mein rakh deti thi. Ab nahi. Chalte hue chain ka ball neeche se ragad gaya. Nazar jhukayi rakhi.​

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Gangu ne tokri neeche rakhte hue kaha, “Aaj late ho gaya. Doosri gali pehle nikal gayi. Paani mil jaaye. Chai ho to…”​

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“Bahar kya baithte ho dhoop mein. Ghar mein aaiye na, ji.”​

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Gangu zameen par baithne ko jhuka, jaise hamesha jhukta hai.​

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“Are ji, yeh kya zameen? Charpai par baitho.”​

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Uske pair kaampe. Woh aangan ki charpai tak aaya. Jhadu-tokri haath se nahi chhooti. Baithte time kinare hi jagah li, beech mein nahi.​

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Sunita pehle lota laayi, paani diya. Usne jaldi-jaldi piya, boond daadhi par giri. Phir rasoi gayi, chai banayi, nashta garam kiya, thali mein rakh kar laayi. Haath se di, door se nahi rakha.​

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Gangu kampte haath se pyali pakdi. Chai ki bhaap uske chehre par padi. Beech-beech mein nazar uth kar Sunita ki kamar par jaati — usi chain par jo usne pehnayi thi. Ek ball nabhi par daba hua, doosra neeche latak raha. Jab Sunita thali rakhne jhukti, payal ke ghungroo khanakte.​

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Usne dheere kaha, “Woh… abhi tak pehni ho.”​

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Sunita ne nazar nahi uthayi. “Utarti nahi.”​

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“Bhaari nahi lagti?”​

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“Lagti hai. Lekin ab utarti nahi.”​

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Gangu kuch der chup raha. Pyali honth se lagayi, uthayi, phir lagayi. Dhoti ke neeche purusharth jaag gaya tha. Usne taang aisi badli jaise chhupa raha ho.​

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Sunita uske saamne khadi rahi, phir charpai ke doosre kone par baith gayi — door nahi. Itni kareeb ki uski payal uske joote se takra jaati. Pallu sir par tha, lekin jhukte hue ek baar kaan se sarak gaya. Usne turant nahi theek kiya. Ek pal baad theek kiya.​

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Gangu ne nashta jaldi-jaldi khaya, jaise der ho rahi ho.​

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“Aur chai garam hai. Pyali do.”​

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Usne pyali di. Sunita uth kar doosri chai laayi, is baar bhar ke. Wapas dete time uske haath se Gangu ka haath lag gaya. Dono ruke. Gangu ne pyali pakad li. Sunita haath hata kar baith gayi.​

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“Aaj kaam zyada hai. Panditayan wale ghar ka bhi nikalna hai.”​

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“Thodi der baith jao. Dhoop abhi nahi utri.”​

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Woh thodi der aur baitha. Chai dheeme-dheeme pee. Sunita ne uske joote ke kade ko dekha — mitti lagi hui — phir nazar hata li. Gangu ki bo ab aangan mein faili thi, kapdon mein, charpai ke gadde mein. Sunita saans lete hue usi mein thi. Kabhi haath aanchal par jaata, chain chhoo kar hat jaata.​

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Jab Gangu uthne laga to Sunita bhi uthi.​

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“Tokri main utha deti hoon.”​

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“Nahi… yeh hum uthate hain.”​

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Phir bhi woh gate tak uske peeche aa gayi. Jaate-jaate Gangu ne jeb se mitti laga pachaas ka note nikaala aur Sunita ke haath mein rakh diya.​

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“Rakh lo. Kal sabzi aur roti bana ke rakhna. Main aa jaunga.”​

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Note lete hue Sunita aisi sharma gayi jaise patni ghar-kharch ke liye apne pati se paise le rahi ho. Ungli uski ungli se chipak gayi. Ek pal dono nahi hile. Phir Gangu ne jhadu-tokri uthayi aur gali mein nikal gaya.​

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Aangan khaali ho gaya. Charpai par pyali padi thi, do ghoont bachi, kinare par uske honth ka nishaan. Sunita bartan uthane aayi, pyali haath mein li, thodi der dekhti rahi. Phir munh laga kar pee gayi — thandi, gandi chai, thook ka swaad. Peene ke baad shareer mein lehar utri. Saadi neeche se phir chipak gayi.​

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Pyali bartan ke dher mein rakh di. Charpai par, jahan Gangu baitha tha, khud baith gayi. Haath pet par gaya, chain ke ball ko chhua, hataya nahi. Thodi der baad uthi aur chulha jala diya, jaise roz jalaati hai.​

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Shaam ko khana jaldi hua. Manju ne kaha, “Saadi mat pehenna didi. Gaay hatkegi. Ghagra-choli pehen lo.”​

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Sunita ready hui. Chain kamar par rahi, payal bandhi. Jaane se pehle Manju ne doodh diya. Is baar sirf churna nahi — ek goli bhi daal di. Sunita pi kar uthi to pairon mein halki kamzori thi, lekin kaam samajh kar chali.​

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Dono ne gaayein kholi. Jo dopahar se bechain thi, usne rassi kheench li, poonch upar ki, chalte hue peeche se raas tapak raha tha. Doosri seedhi chal rahi thi.​

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Raste mein Manju boli, “Jo poochhe to keh dena, khalihan mein bandhne ja rahi hoon.”​

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Sunita ne sir hilaya. Uske dimaag mein abhi bhi gaay hi thi. Payal ki awaaz usi ki zyada aa rahi thi.​

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Tabela ka gate andar se khula tha. Diya jal raha tha. Koi mazdoor nahi tha. Gobar aur paseene ki bo aa rahi thi.​

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Tabhi ek chhota ladka bhagta hua aaya.​

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“Manju chachi! Bulla bula raha hai. Keh raha hai Raziya ke pet mein dard hai. Aapki madad chahiye. Vaidya ji ko le ke aao.”​

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Sunita ne dekha — Bulla ke liye mushkil ghari thi.​

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“Manju, tu chali jaa. Main dekh leti hoon.”​

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“Ji didi.” Manju wahan se nikal gayi.​

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Bhola aa gaya. Usne Manju wali gaay pakad li aur andar le gaya. Sunita apni gaay uske peeche-peeche tabela mein le gayi.​

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Andar Firangi khunte se bandha tha. Saans bhaari chal rahi thi, jaise use kuch pila kar taiyar kiya gaya ho. Lund neeche latka hua tha.​

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Bhola dhoti-baniyan mein gate par tha. Usne pehle gaayein dekhin, phir Sunita ko — ghagra, chain, payal, rassi haath mein.​

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“Andar lao,” Bhola ne kaha. “Firangi taiyar hai.”
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Gaayein andar gayin. Gate ke peeche khalihan ki hawa aa rahi thi. Sunita ne rassi sambhali aur ek kadam aage rakha.​

Tabela ke gate ke peeche khalihan ki hawa aa rahi thi — geeli, bhaari, gobar aur purane bhuse se lipati hui. Sunita ne rassi sambhali aur ek kadam aage rakha.​

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Bhola ne peeche se gate band kiya. Kundi padi to awaaz aisi hui jaise bahar ki duniya kaat di gayi ho. Ab andar sirf diya tha, khunte the, Firangi ki bhaari saans thi, aur do gaayon ki gend.​

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“Is taraf,” Bhola ne kaha lekin hukum ki tarah .​

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Pehle usne Manju wali gaay ko khunte se lagaaya. Woh shaant thi, sirf naak se saans chhod rahi thi. Phir usne Sunita ki gaay dekhi — poonch upar, peeche se raas tapak raha, aankhen ghum rahi thin.​

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“Yahi hai,” usne kaha. “Aaj nahi kiya firangi ne to raat bhar pagal karegi.”​

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Firangi khunte par kad-kadakar saans le raha tha. Gardan moti, nasein phooli, neeche lund bhaari latka hua — garam, nason se bhara, ek-ek jhatke par hilta. Uske munh se geeli saans nikal rahi thi. Daru ki bo bhi uski saans mein mili hui thi. Bhola ne subah hi kuch pila rakha tha taaki woh hatke nahi, lekin ab woh control se zyada garam tha.​

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Sunita ki payal ne ek baar *chan* kiya. Us awaaz par Firangi ne seeng uthaye.​

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“Rassi pakad,” Bhola bola. Aur hatna mat. Hatogi to yeh kaat ke rakh dega.”​

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Sunita ne rassi dono haathon se kas li. Ghagra pairon se chipka tha. Kamar-chain ka latakta ball har saans par uski chut se halka takra raha tha. Dawai aur subah wali garmi ab bhi neeche baithi thi. Tabela ki bo us garmi mein ghee ki tarah padne lagi.​

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Bhola Firangi ka khunta kholne laga. Bail ne ek jhatka diya. Zameen par khur se mitti udi. Sunita peeche hatti, lekin Bhola ne bina mudhe kaha, “Peeche nahi hatana hai . Gaay ko pakad. Poonch uthaiye rakhiyo.”​

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“Main… main nahi sambhal paungi.”​

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“Sambhalegi.” Usne itna hi kaha. “tere ghar ki gaay hai. Tu nahi pakdegi to kaun pakdega? Bablu Nagpur mein hai.”​

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Bablu ka naam padte hi Sunita ki ungliyan rassi par kas gayin. Usne gaay ki poonch uthayi. Haanth geela ho gaya. Gaay ne awaaz di — gehli, lambe gale se.​

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Firangi aaya to zameen kaamp si gayi. Pehle usne soongha. Lambi, geeli naak gaay ke peeche phiri, janghon ke beech, tapakte raas par. Phir ek jhatka. Doosra. Teesra. Bail ka bhaari seena gaay ki peeth par chadhne ko utha.​

Pehla dhakka chook gaya. Lund neeche se fisla, gaay ki jaangh par laga, phir zameen ki taraf jhuka. Firangi ne gusse mein seeng marne ki harkat ki.​

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“Arre saale…” Bhola ne rassi kheenchii. “Sunita! Neeche dekh. Isko khud nahi mil raha bur tere gaay kaa . Pakad ke laga uska lund bur pe .”​

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Sunita ka munh sookh gaya. “Main… yeh main kaise…”​

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“Haath laga. Yahan sharm nahi chalti. Beej bahar gira to din bhar ka intezaar barbaad. Laga seedha.”​

Woh jhuki nahi. Pehle to sirf gaay ki poonch aur rassi pakde rahi. Firangi phir chadha. Is baar uska bhaari jism itna aage aaya ki Sunita ki kohen gaay ke pet se takra gayi. Payal *chan-chan* kari. Chain ke ghungroo uthhe.​

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Bhola peeche se aa gaya. Ab teen jism ek hi hawa mein the — bail, gaay, aur unke beech dabi hui ek aurat. Bhola ke seene se paseena aur mitti ki bo aa rahi thi. Uske baanu Sunita ke baanu se ragad gaye.​

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“Hat mat.”​

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Usne ek haath se Firangi ki rassi pakdi, doosra haath Sunita ki kamar par rakh diya — wahi jahan chain ka ball nabhi mein ghusa tha. Haath itna bada tha ki kamar-chain uski hatheli ke neeche dabb gayi. Latakta hissa Sunita ki chut par aur zor se daba.​

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Sunita ke munh se dabi siski nikal gayi.​

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“Dard ho raha hai ?” Bhola ne kaan ke paas se poocha. Awaaz mein care nahi thi. Sirf jaanch thi.​

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Woh kuch na bol saki.​

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Firangi ne phir dhakka maara. Is baar lund gaay ke muhare tak aaya, phisli, neeche ko gaya. Bhola gussa ho gaya.​

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“Ab kar.” Usne Sunita ka haath pakad kar neeche le gaya — gaay ki jaangh ke paas, wahan jahan raas chamak raha tha. “Yahan. Theek se. Baaki main sambhalta hoon.”​

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Sunita ki hatheli ek pal ke liye garam, chipchipi nass ke kareeb se guzri — itna jitna kaam ke liye zaroori tha — aur usne munh pher liya. Aankhen band. Saans atk gayi . Usne gaay ki poonch uthayi rakhi, aur Bhola ne Firangi ko ek jor ke dhakke se bithaya.​

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Lund andar gaya.​

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Gaay ki awaaz nikal gayi. Lambi. Tabelaa ke kone tak.​

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Phir dhakka. Doosra. Teesra.​

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Thap. Thap. Thap.​

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Har dhakke par zameen hilti. Gobar geela tha, khur phisal rahe the. Firangi ke andkos gaay ke peeche patakte. Neeche se chap-chap ki geeli awaaz uthne lagi.​

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Sunita gaay ko pakde-pakde kaamp rahi thi. Har dhakka uske haathon se hota hua uske kandhon mein, uski chhaati mein, uski kamar tak aa raha tha. Bhola ab bhi uske peeche tha. Bail ke jhatke se woh aage dhaktá, aur uska kasa hua lund — dhoti ke upar se — Sunita ki naram nitamb ke beech ragad jaata.​

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Pehli baar to lagaa anjaane mein.​

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Doosri baar Bhola hatane nahi vala tha.​

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Usne kamar aur kasi. Chain uski mutthi mein aa gayi. Latakta sone ka ball ab Sunita ki geeli silwaton par bar-bar mar raha tha. Ghagra peeche se upar ko sarakne laga. Bhola ka lund kapde ke upar se daarar mein baith gaya.​

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“Hmm…”
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Awaaz Sunita ke gale se nikal gayi, lekin usne honth daba liye. Aankhen gaay ki peeth par thin. Dekh nahi sakti thi peeche. Mehsus sab ho raha tha.​

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Firangi ab pagal ho chuka tha. Dhakke pe dhake jor daar . Gaay ki poonch Sunita ke haath se phisal-phisal jaati, woh phir pakadti. Payal pairon mein khanakti. Diya ki lo hawa se kaanpti.​

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Bhola ne munh uski gardan ke kareeb kiya. Daadhi ke bal uske gardan par lage.​

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“Dekh,” usne dheere kaha. “Janwar ko sharm nahi aati Tu hi hai jo sochti rehti hai.”​

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Sunita ne rassi kheenchi. “Sarpanch ji… hato… yeh…”​

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“Yeh kya? janwaro kaa kaam hai haam madat kaar rahe hai .”​

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Usne ghagra aur uthaya. Ab kapda kamar tak tha. Patli panty — subah se geeli ho kee — beech se chipki hui thi. Bhola ke lund ne us geele kapde ko pehchaan liya. Dhoti ke neeche se nikal kar, sirf langot ke kinaare se, woh seedha panty ke upar ragadne laga.​

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Garam jese loha . Lamba. Nassein Sunita ko kapde ke peeche se bhi mehsus ek-ek ho rahi thin.​

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Upar Firangi gaay ko pel raha tha.​

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Neeche Bhola Sunita ko.​

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Do dhakke. Ek hi taal.​

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Sunita ke pair phisale. Woh gaay se lipat gayi. Uske stan gaay ke pet se dabb gaye. Peeche Bhola aur chipka. Ab uska lund panty ki geeli lakir par aage-peeche chal raha tha — kabhi upar, kabhi neeche, kabhi itna daba ke lage andar jaayega, lekin jaata nahi tha.​

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“Bhola… mat…”​

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Naam munh se nikal gaya. Ji nahi laga. Sarpanch ji bhee nahi bola.​

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Uske seene mein kuch aur kas gaya.​

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Bhola ne kaha “Chhodogi to yeh dono girenge. Pakad.”​

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Rassi uske haath kaat rahi thi. Phir bhi pakde rahi. Bhola ka haath ab aage se aaya — ghagre ke andar, pet par, chain ke ball ko dabate hue neeche gaya. Ungli panty ke kinaare se aandar ko ghusi. Geelapan itna tha ki ungli fisal gayi.​

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Sunita ki siski unchi ho gayi.​

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“Chup,” Bhola ne kaha. “Bahar tak awaaz gayi to subah kuen par tera naam nahi rahega.”​

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Ungli andar tak nahi gayi. Bas beech ki geeli gaanth par ghumi. Chain ka ball uski kalaai se takrata raha. Bhola ka lund panty par aur tez ragda. Har baar jab Firangi dhakka maarta, Bhola bhi aage aata. Jaise bail ke dhakke uske liye taal ban gaye hon.​

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Pandrah-bees dhakke aur.​

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Phir Firangi ne ek gehra, lamba jhatka diya. Gaay ki awaaz atak gayi. Bail ki saans bhaari hui, pair kanpe, aur woh utarne laga. Lund nikalte hue lamba, chamakta, lund se chipchipa beej tapakne laga — gaay ki jaanghon par, zameen par, bhuse par. Ghada-ghada.​

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Tabela mein ek pal ke liye sirf saansen thin.​

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Firangi hat kar khunte ki taraf gaya, jaise kaam khatam ho gaya ho . Gaay sar jhukaye khadi rahi, poonch dheeli kaar ke , peeche se taral tapakta raha ab usame Firangi kaa beez bhee thaa.​

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Sunita rassi chhodne wali thi.​

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Bhola ne nahi chhodne diya.​

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Usne rassi uske haath se nikaal kar khunte se lapeti, phir Sunita ko hi khunte ki taraf ghumaya. Ab gaay beech mein nahi thi. Ab sirf lakkad ka khunta tha, diya ka kaanpta ujaala, aur peeche uska jism.​

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“Kaam ho gaya,” Sunita ne saans toote kaha. “Ab… ghar…”​

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Bhola ne uska pallu kheench kar munh khol diya. Aankhen uski aankhon mein thin. Koi hasi nahi. Wahi irada jo usne pehli baar gaay utarte waqt rakha tha.​

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“Gaay ka ho gaya.” Usne dhoti ka nada khola. Langot sarki. Lund bahar aaya — mota, garam, nason se bhara, aage se geela. “Tera baaki hai.”​

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Sunita ne haath aage kiya, lekin dhakka nahi de saki. Peeth khunte se lagi. Chain ke ghungroo ek baar khanake.​

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Bhola ne dono haath uski nitamb par rakhe, uthaya, aur apna lund phir usi geeli panty par laga diya. Ab koi bail ke dhakke ka bahaana nahi tha.​

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Aage-peeche.​

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Kapda beech mein tha .​

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Kabhi-kabhi lund ka sir panty ke kinaare se andar ko dhasne lagta, Sunita sukadti, aur woh nikal leta.​

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“Aaj nahi,” usne kaan mein kaha, jaise khud ko bhi keh raha ho. “Aaj nahi daalunga. Pehle dekh loon tu zharati kaise hai.”​

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Haath ne panty ko ek side kiya. lekin Nahi utari. Sirf sarkayi. Uske lund ki garam nass ab seedha uski khuli, chipchipi chut par phisli — upar se neeche, cheez ki gaanth par ruk kar, phir pet ki taraf. Andar nahi daala . Bas ragadata , jaise koi hathiyar se nishana baandh raha ho.​

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Sunita ke nakhoon khunte ki chhaal mein ghus gaye. Pair khul gaye. Payal ne bechain khanak di.​

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“Hmm… haah… Bhola… nahi… beta ghar…”​

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“Beta Nagpur mein hai.” Usne kamar-chain pakad li. Dono ghungroo uski mutthi mein. Us chain ko kheench kar usne Sunita ki kamar apni taraf li. “Yahan tu gaay hai. Aur main tera saand.”​

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Dhakke tez hue. Chap-chap. Uske lund se uska hi paani mil kar pairon par girne laga. Sunita ki chut bar-bar uske sir ko nigalne ko kaanpti, lekin Bhola har baar rokte-rokte bahar hi ragdata. Kabhi nitamb ke beech, kabhi neeche ki gaanth par, kabhi itna upar ki chain ka ball beech mein aa jaata.​

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Usne ek haath aage se choli mein daala. Stan nikal aaya. Nipel sakht or kaale jese angoor kaa dana. Usne nichoda jaise koi gaay kaa than nichodta hai.​

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Sunita jhadne lagi.​

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Pehle ek lehri. Phir doosri. Pairon ki takat gayi. Woh khunte se lipat gayi, munh lakdi se laga, aur uske gale se wahi awaaz nikalii jo raat ko charpai par nikalii thi.​

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“Hmm maa… aaah…”​

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Bhola rukaa nahi. Usne uski geeli chut par aur tez ragda, chain kheenchii, stan dabaaya, aur jab Sunita ki jaanghen kaanp ke band hone lagi, tab usne lund neeche kiya, nitamb ke beech kasaa, aur apna beej bahar gira diya.​

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Garam. Chipchipa. Dhaar uski peeth ke neeche, panty ke kinaare, jaanghon ki andaruni lakir par behi. Kuch chain ke latakte ball par laga, wahan se tapak kar payal ke kareeb gaya.​

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Tabela mein Firangi ki bhaari saans thi. Gaay ki dheemi ghur-ghur. Aur Sunita ki toot-ti hui saans.​

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Bhola kuch der waise hi khada raha. Lund ab bhi uski geeli jaangh se sata hua. Haath chain par. Munh uske galle par.​

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Phir usne langot kheenchi, dhoti kasii, aur Sunita ki panty ko jaise-tha-waise chhod diya. Utari nahi. Saaf nahi kiya. Jo beez gira tha, wahi rehne diya.​

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“Ghagra utaar.”​

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Sunita ne kaanpte haath se ghagra neeche kiya, phir socha, peeche se theek kiya. Jo chipka tha, kapde ke neeche chipka raha.​

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Bhola ne uska munh pakad kar apni taraf kiya.​

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“Aaj maine tujhe choda nahi. Yaad rakhna.” Usne angutha uske honth par pheraa. “Aaj sirf lagaaya hai. Jaise pehle dhakka chook jaata hai. Agli baar jab khunta kholega, tab seedha andar. Itna ki tu khadi na rah paaye.”​

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Sunita kuch na boli. Aankhon mein paani tha, lekin dukhi nahee thee.​

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Usne rassi uthayi, jaise uthani chahiye. Pairon mein payal thi. Har kadam par ghungroo ne kaha — *yahan hua hai*.​

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Gate ki kundi khuli. Khalihan ki hawa andar aayi. Bahar raat thi, galiyaan soyi hui thi .​

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Bhola ne peeche se kaha, “Gaay yahin rahegi. Subah doodh nikalna. Khud aaiyo.”​

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Sunita ne sir nahi ghumaya. Rassi haath mein liye nikal gayi. Ghagra pairon se chipka. Jaanghon ke beech ab bhi garam, chipchipa nishaan tha jo chalne par silwaton ko milata.​

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Gali mein aate hi usne pallu sir par kheench liya.​

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Peeche tabela mein diya ab bhi jal raha tha.​

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Firangi khunte se sata tha.​

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Aur Bhola gate par khada raha, dhoti ke neeche haath dabaye, tab tak dekhta raha jab tak uski payal ki khanak aana baand nahi huwa.​

 

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अब मन नहीं लग रहा।
लेकिन में चाहती हु अब तक आपने जो भी पढ़ा उसके लिए एक अंतिम प्रतिक्रिया दे, अगर में कुछ लिखने के काबिल हु तो अवश्य आगे मौका मिला तो जरूर लिखूंगी।

आप सबको मेरा प्यार भरा धन्यवाद

 

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अब मन नहीं लग रहा।
लेकिन में चाहती हु अब तक आपने जो भी पढ़ा उसके लिए एक अंतिम प्रतिक्रिया दे, अगर में कुछ लिखने के काबिल हु तो अवश्य आगे मौका मिला तो जरूर लिखूंगी।

आप सबको मेरा प्यार भरा धन्यवाद

 

[Prince1326]

Archana ji bahut khoob likha. Lekin kahani ko band mat kariye. Jab aap thik ho jaye to esko Aage jarur badayega. Mujhe apki ye kahani bahut mast lagi aur hum to yehi chahege ki aap esko continue rakhe. Please

 

[satya18]

bahut si khub likha hai apne par kahani ka ant to banata hi hai

 

[Ashiq Baba]

Aapne itna superb scene create kiya hai Bhola ke tabele ka ki lagta hai h. Log wahin khade hokar uss scene jo dekh rahe hai. Firangi naam bhi bahut jabardast hai aur Fitangi ke karname usse bhi gajab. Jis hisab se Sunita ki gaay ki breeding ka scene likha hai aur sath me Bhola aur Sunita ke kriyakalap ka uttrjak aur kamuk varnan ki pathak bandh kar rh gye sammohit ho gaye us scene me. Ek shamdar aur damdar update ke liye apka bahut bahut Dhanyawad.
Apne kaha ki aapka ab is story ko aage badhane ka mann nahi hai. Ye apka niji faisla hai. Story shuru karne ka bhi apka niji faisla tha. Aur isko neech me chhodne ya poora karne ka bhi niji faisla hai. Iske liye koi apko paband aur majboor nahi kar sakta hai. Apke mood par depend karta hai. Aap jab chahe start kar sakte hai aur jab chahe band kar sakte hai aap iske liye azad hai. Koi apko iske. Liye salary nahi de raha to sawal jawab bhi nahi kar sata hai.
Magr yun neech me chhodne se pathko ke dil me ek galat massage jayega apki wishvaniyta kam hogi. Alag naamo se nai nai story likhna pahle wali ko band kar dena adhura chhod dena aajkal iss forum par trend bana hua hai. Likhne ke style se gahrai se pdhne wale pathko ko pata chal hi jata hai ki is writer ne na. Badal kar ab ye story shuru kar di hai. Khair jaisi apki marji. Once again thanks a lott. Apne itne time tak hamari demands ke hisab se story likhte rahe uske liye bahut bahut abhar. Good bye.

 

[netsunil]

####ye draft he update nahee####​

Sunita ne doodh peekar pyali sink mein rakh di, lekin uth nahi paayi. Thodi der kinare par haath rakh ke khadi rahi. Phir bartan ikatthe kiye aur ek taraf dhak diye.​

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Aaj Bablu ghar par nahi tha. Woh Nagpur training par nikal gaya tha. Ghar mein wahi khali hushnudi thi jo sirf tab aati hai jab ghar ka mard bahar ho. Neeche, naabh ke neeche, aag dheere-dheere badh rahi thi. Nahi chahte hue bhi uska haath saadi ke neeche ko jaa raha tha.​

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Woh apne kamre mein aayi aur charpai par let gayi. Pehle to bas yun hi padi rahi. Bahar nadi ki awaaz aa rahi thi, kabhi-kabhi kutte ki. Phir wahi garmi uthni shuru hui — itni ki lage mahine ka dard hai.​

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Jo awaaz kehti thi *tu vidhwa hai* — woh aayi, lekin aaj door se, jaise kuen ke neeche se.​

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Haath pehle saadi ke upar se gaya. Kapde ke upar hi ruka. Thodi der wahi raha. Phir kapde ke andar chala gaya.​

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Jadhav ka lund yaad aaya — wahi jo usne langot se nikaala tha, wahi jo nitambon ki daarar mein ghus kar ragda tha. Us yaad ke saath ungli pehle dheere phiri, jaise khud se pooch rahi ho. Phir tez ho gayi. Doosra haath stan par gaya. Dabaate hi munh se awaaz nikal gayi.​

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“Hmm… maa…”​

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Rokne ki koshish ki. Haath ek pal ruka bhi. Phir wapas lag gaya. Kamar-chain ke ghungroo dheere-dheere khanakne lage. Latakta ball baar-baar neeche se takrata raha.​

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“Hmm maa… hmm maa…”​

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Kehte-kehte woh jhad gayi. Charpai ki lakdi *chur-chur-chur* kari — jaise do jism mil rahe hon. Neeche ki chaddar geeli ho gayi. Sharm se usne pallu munh par kheencha aur leti rahi, saans sambhalti rahi, jaise koi bahar se sun raha ho.​

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Tabhi aangan se gaay ki awaaz aayi — lambi, bechain. Sunita uthi, saadi sambhalte hue bahar aayi.​

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Ek gaay khunte se peeche ki taraf ragad rahi thi, poonch upar kaar ke , neeche chipchipa taral tapak raha tha. Doosri shaant khadi thi. Bechain wali ne Sunita ko dekha aur zor se awaaz di.​

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Sunita kuch der khadi-khadi dekhti rahi. Uski apni saadi ab bhi neeche se chipki thi. Lota uthaya. Pehle apne pair aur jaangh par thanda paani daala, phir gaay ke peechhle pairon par. Gaay hatki, ek thapki maari, lekin poori shaant nahi hui. Sunita thodi der uski peeth phirti rahi. Phir gaay thak kar khadi ho gayi.​

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*Ab ho gaya,* usne socha. *Shaant ho jayegi.*​

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Woh sone chali gayi. Raat bhar neend kachi rahi. Beech-beech mein usi gaay ki awaaz aa jaati, aur us awaaz ke saath shareer mein wahi hichki uth jaati — jaise do maada janwar ek hi cheez maang rahe hon. Ek mazboot saand. Jo ragad-ragad ke dono ko shaant kar de.​

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Subah jaldi uthi. Ghar ke kaam jhat se nipataye. Kuen ki taraf nikalte hi payal ki khanak gali tak chali gayi.​

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Tabela ke gate par Bhola khada tha. Haath khunte par, dhoti kasi hui. Lag raha tha abhi akhaade se hi aaya ho — shareer par mitti ka laal rang, paseene se lipat kar natural lep ban gaya tha.​

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Sunita ki nazar us par atki. Aaj pehli baar, nahi chahte hue bhi, use Bhola mein ek kadak mard dikha. Ek pal ke liye mohit si ho gayi. Jaise maada apne naar ko kheenchtí hai, waise hi lachakti chaal se wahan se nikal gayi.​

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Bhola ne use pairon se lekar kamar-chain tak dekh liya, pallu ke hilne tak. Dhoti ke upar se haath dabaya, lekin nazar tab tak nahi hatayi jab tak Sunita mor se nahi mudi.​

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Thodi der baad Manju usi raste se chara ki gathri liye aayi. Bhola ne awaaz di.​

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“Manju, andar aa.”​

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Andar aate hi usne ghum-phir ke baat nahi ki.​

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“Kitna time degi? Main nahi rukne wala. Mujhe Sunita chahiye. Aaj nahi to kal, usi pe chadhunga. Usme apna beej daalna hai. Use apni dudharu gaay banana hai. Kuch kar… nahi to mujhse bura koi nahi hoga.”​

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Manju ke pair ruke. Agar ab na boli, to yeh aaj hi ghar ghus sakta tha. Awaaz dheemi ki.​

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“Theek hai, Sarpanch ji. Puri koshish karungi.”​

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Bhola ne sir hilaya. Gale se ek sone ki chain nikaal kar Manju ke gale mein daal di. Kam se kam pachaas tola. Manju chain dekhte hi reh gayi. Aankhon mein chamak aa gayi. Khushi-khushi nikal gayi.​

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Bhola ne apne aadmi bulaaye.​

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“Aaj shaam ki chhutti. Theke pe jao. Angrezi peeo. Paise mere.”​

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Kuen par auratein ab Sunita se izzat se baat kar rahi thin. Tabhi Manju aa gayi. Sone ki chain usne blouse mein chhupa rakhi thi.​

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Sunita boli, “Manju, gaay raat bhar awaaz nikal rahi thi. Lagta hai uska rut kaal shuru ho gaya.”​

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Phir raat bhar ki baat bata di. Manju ke chehre par aisi raahat aayi jaise dil ki murad puri ho gayi ho.​

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“Didi, lagta hai gaay ko Firangi se milana padega. Nahi to aaj nahi kal, pagal ho jayegi.”​

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“Par Bablu to teen din bahar hai. Aur hamein bhi to aaj jaana hai.”​

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“Hamein dopahar mein nikalna hai na? To kyun na abhi le chalein. Kaam bhi jaldi ho jayega.”​

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“Par teen din gaay ki dekhbhal kaun karega?”​

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Manju hans di. “Aapke pati Gangu. Hahaha.”​

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Gangu ka naam sunkar Sunita blush kar gayi.​

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“Kamini, kuch bhi bolti hai. Ruk, maar khayegi.”​

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Hansi-mazak karte dono ghar ki taraf aa gayin. Bahar gaay ne phir awaaz di. Manju bartan dhoti hui boli, “Abhi le chalte hain. Bablu nahi hai. Pakadne ko do log chahiye.”​

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Sunita ne haan kar di. Us waqt use laga yeh baat sach mein sirf gaay ki hai.​

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Jaane hi wali thin ki Sunita ke phone par call aaya. MLA ka P.A. tha.​

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“Madam Sunita ji, main MLA sahab ka P.A. bol raha hoon.”​

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“Ji, boliye. Hum bas dopahar mein nikalne wale hain.”​

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“Isi liye call kiya hai. Sahab ko urgent Mumbai jaana pad raha hai. Paon ka dard badh gaya hai. Woh das din wahin rukenge.”​

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Sunita ke munh par nirasha chhai. Aath saal baad jo milne-thamne wala tha, woh phir tal gaya.​

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“Ji… theek hai. Sahab se kehna, apna khayal rakhein.”​

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Phone P.A. se sahab ne le liya.​

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“Sunita… bas das din.”​

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“Ji. Aap bas tabiyat ka dhyan rakhiye.”​

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“Bye. Call karta rahunga.”​

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“Main aapke call ka wait karti rahungi. Bye.”​

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Call katte hi Manju ka chehra khil utha, jaise uski murad doosri baar puri ho gayi ho.​

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“Didi, raat ko chalte hain. Abhi log bhi honge. Bablu bhi nahi hai. Raat ko koi nahi hoga, jhat se karke aa jayenge.”​

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Sunita ko baat logical lagi. Usne haan kar di aur nirasha liye kaam mein lag gayi.​

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Dopahar dhalne lagi thi jab gate par jhadu ki dandi lagi. Gangu aaya. Ek haath mein jhadu, doosre mein tokri.​

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Usne awaaz di, “Sunita.”​

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Jab se usne uski kamar mein chain aur pair mein payal pehnayi thi, tab se beti shabd nikal gayi thi uski zubaan se.​

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Sunita rasoi mein thi. Awaaz padte hi pair ruke. Man mein charcharahat uthi. Jaanghon ke beech geelapan aa gaya — subah wali baat yaad aa gayi, jab Manju ne use pati kaha tha.​

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Usne jhat se pallu sir par kheench liya, aanchal kasa, do saans li, phir nikli. Aangan ki dhoop mein Gangu bahar hi khada tha, jaise ab bhi andar aane ki himmat na ho.​

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Doosre ghar wale kachra haath aage karke nikal jaate hain. Sunita khud gayi. Kone se tokri uthayi, uske saamne le gayi, aur uski tokri mein daal di. Gangu ke kapdon se gandi, paseene aur kachre ki bo aa rahi thi.​

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Pehle dinon mein woh bhi kachra kone mein rakh deti thi. Ab nahi. Chalte hue chain ka ball neeche se ragad gaya. Nazar jhukayi rakhi.​

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Gangu ne tokri neeche rakhte hue kaha, “Aaj late ho gaya. Doosri gali pehle nikal gayi. Paani mil jaaye. Chai ho to…”​

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“Bahar kya baithte ho dhoop mein. Ghar mein aaiye na, ji.”​

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Gangu zameen par baithne ko jhuka, jaise hamesha jhukta hai.​

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“Are ji, yeh kya zameen? Charpai par baitho.”​

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Uske pair kaampe. Woh aangan ki charpai tak aaya. Jhadu-tokri haath se nahi chhooti. Baithte time kinare hi jagah li, beech mein nahi.​

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Sunita pehle lota laayi, paani diya. Usne jaldi-jaldi piya, boond daadhi par giri. Phir rasoi gayi, chai banayi, nashta garam kiya, thali mein rakh kar laayi. Haath se di, door se nahi rakha.​

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Gangu kampte haath se pyali pakdi. Chai ki bhaap uske chehre par padi. Beech-beech mein nazar uth kar Sunita ki kamar par jaati — usi chain par jo usne pehnayi thi. Ek ball nabhi par daba hua, doosra neeche latak raha. Jab Sunita thali rakhne jhukti, payal ke ghungroo khanakte.​

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Usne dheere kaha, “Woh… abhi tak pehni ho.”​

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Sunita ne nazar nahi uthayi. “Utarti nahi.”​

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“Bhaari nahi lagti?”​

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“Lagti hai. Lekin ab utarti nahi.”​

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Gangu kuch der chup raha. Pyali honth se lagayi, uthayi, phir lagayi. Dhoti ke neeche purusharth jaag gaya tha. Usne taang aisi badli jaise chhupa raha ho.​

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Sunita uske saamne khadi rahi, phir charpai ke doosre kone par baith gayi — door nahi. Itni kareeb ki uski payal uske joote se takra jaati. Pallu sir par tha, lekin jhukte hue ek baar kaan se sarak gaya. Usne turant nahi theek kiya. Ek pal baad theek kiya.​

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Gangu ne nashta jaldi-jaldi khaya, jaise der ho rahi ho.​

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“Aur chai garam hai. Pyali do.”​

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Usne pyali di. Sunita uth kar doosri chai laayi, is baar bhar ke. Wapas dete time uske haath se Gangu ka haath lag gaya. Dono ruke. Gangu ne pyali pakad li. Sunita haath hata kar baith gayi.​

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“Aaj kaam zyada hai. Panditayan wale ghar ka bhi nikalna hai.”​

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“Thodi der baith jao. Dhoop abhi nahi utri.”​

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Woh thodi der aur baitha. Chai dheeme-dheeme pee. Sunita ne uske joote ke kade ko dekha — mitti lagi hui — phir nazar hata li. Gangu ki bo ab aangan mein faili thi, kapdon mein, charpai ke gadde mein. Sunita saans lete hue usi mein thi. Kabhi haath aanchal par jaata, chain chhoo kar hat jaata.​

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Jab Gangu uthne laga to Sunita bhi uthi.​

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“Tokri main utha deti hoon.”​

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“Nahi… yeh hum uthate hain.”​

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Phir bhi woh gate tak uske peeche aa gayi. Jaate-jaate Gangu ne jeb se mitti laga pachaas ka note nikaala aur Sunita ke haath mein rakh diya.​

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“Rakh lo. Kal sabzi aur roti bana ke rakhna. Main aa jaunga.”​

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Note lete hue Sunita aisi sharma gayi jaise patni ghar-kharch ke liye apne pati se paise le rahi ho. Ungli uski ungli se chipak gayi. Ek pal dono nahi hile. Phir Gangu ne jhadu-tokri uthayi aur gali mein nikal gaya.​

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Aangan khaali ho gaya. Charpai par pyali padi thi, do ghoont bachi, kinare par uske honth ka nishaan. Sunita bartan uthane aayi, pyali haath mein li, thodi der dekhti rahi. Phir munh laga kar pee gayi — thandi, gandi chai, thook ka swaad. Peene ke baad shareer mein lehar utri. Saadi neeche se phir chipak gayi.​

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Pyali bartan ke dher mein rakh di. Charpai par, jahan Gangu baitha tha, khud baith gayi. Haath pet par gaya, chain ke ball ko chhua, hataya nahi. Thodi der baad uthi aur chulha jala diya, jaise roz jalaati hai.​

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Shaam ko khana jaldi hua. Manju ne kaha, “Saadi mat pehenna didi. Gaay hatkegi. Ghagra-choli pehen lo.”​

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Sunita ready hui. Chain kamar par rahi, payal bandhi. Jaane se pehle Manju ne doodh diya. Is baar sirf churna nahi — ek goli bhi daal di. Sunita pi kar uthi to pairon mein halki kamzori thi, lekin kaam samajh kar chali.​

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Dono ne gaayein kholi. Jo dopahar se bechain thi, usne rassi kheench li, poonch upar ki, chalte hue peeche se raas tapak raha tha. Doosri seedhi chal rahi thi.​

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Raste mein Manju boli, “Jo poochhe to keh dena, khalihan mein bandhne ja rahi hoon.”​

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Sunita ne sir hilaya. Uske dimaag mein abhi bhi gaay hi thi. Payal ki awaaz usi ki zyada aa rahi thi.​

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Tabela ka gate andar se khula tha. Diya jal raha tha. Koi mazdoor nahi tha. Gobar aur paseene ki bo aa rahi thi.​

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Tabhi ek chhota ladka bhagta hua aaya.​

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“Manju chachi! Bulla bula raha hai. Keh raha hai Raziya ke pet mein dard hai. Aapki madad chahiye. Vaidya ji ko le ke aao.”​

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Sunita ne dekha — Bulla ke liye mushkil ghari thi.​

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“Manju, tu chali jaa. Main dekh leti hoon.”​

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“Ji didi.” Manju wahan se nikal gayi.​

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Bhola aa gaya. Usne Manju wali gaay pakad li aur andar le gaya. Sunita apni gaay uske peeche-peeche tabela mein le gayi.​

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Andar Firangi khunte se bandha tha. Saans bhaari chal rahi thi, jaise use kuch pila kar taiyar kiya gaya ho. Lund neeche latka hua tha.​

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Bhola dhoti-baniyan mein gate par tha. Usne pehle gaayein dekhin, phir Sunita ko — ghagra, chain, payal, rassi haath mein.​

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“Andar lao,” Bhola ne kaha. “Firangi taiyar hai.”​

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Gaayein andar gayin. Gate ke peeche khalihan ki hawa aa rahi thi. Sunita ne rassi sambhali aur ek kadam aage rakha.​

Tabela ke gate ke peeche khalihan ki hawa aa rahi thi — geeli, bhaari, gobar aur purane bhuse se lipati hui. Sunita ne rassi sambhali aur ek kadam aage rakha.​

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Bhola ne peeche se gate band kiya. Kundi padi to awaaz aisi hui jaise bahar ki duniya kaat di gayi ho. Ab andar sirf diya tha, khunte the, Firangi ki bhaari saans thi, aur do gaayon ki gend.​

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“Is taraf,” Bhola ne kaha lekin hukum ki tarah .​

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Pehle usne Manju wali gaay ko khunte se lagaaya. Woh shaant thi, sirf naak se saans chhod rahi thi. Phir usne Sunita ki gaay dekhi — poonch upar, peeche se raas tapak raha, aankhen ghum rahi thin.​

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“Yahi hai,” usne kaha. “Aaj nahi kiya firangi ne to raat bhar pagal karegi.”​

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Firangi khunte par kad-kadakar saans le raha tha. Gardan moti, nasein phooli, neeche lund bhaari latka hua — garam, nason se bhara, ek-ek jhatke par hilta. Uske munh se geeli saans nikal rahi thi. Daru ki bo bhi uski saans mein mili hui thi. Bhola ne subah hi kuch pila rakha tha taaki woh hatke nahi, lekin ab woh control se zyada garam tha.​

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Sunita ki payal ne ek baar *chan* kiya. Us awaaz par Firangi ne seeng uthaye.​

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“Rassi pakad,” Bhola bola. Aur hatna mat. Hatogi to yeh kaat ke rakh dega.”​

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Sunita ne rassi dono haathon se kas li. Ghagra pairon se chipka tha. Kamar-chain ka latakta ball har saans par uski chut se halka takra raha tha. Dawai aur subah wali garmi ab bhi neeche baithi thi. Tabela ki bo us garmi mein ghee ki tarah padne lagi.​

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Bhola Firangi ka khunta kholne laga. Bail ne ek jhatka diya. Zameen par khur se mitti udi. Sunita peeche hatti, lekin Bhola ne bina mudhe kaha, “Peeche nahi hatana hai . Gaay ko pakad. Poonch uthaiye rakhiyo.”​

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“Main… main nahi sambhal paungi.”​

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“Sambhalegi.” Usne itna hi kaha. “tere ghar ki gaay hai. Tu nahi pakdegi to kaun pakdega? Bablu Nagpur mein hai.”​

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Bablu ka naam padte hi Sunita ki ungliyan rassi par kas gayin. Usne gaay ki poonch uthayi. Haanth geela ho gaya. Gaay ne awaaz di — gehli, lambe gale se.​

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Firangi aaya to zameen kaamp si gayi. Pehle usne soongha. Lambi, geeli naak gaay ke peeche phiri, janghon ke beech, tapakte raas par. Phir ek jhatka. Doosra. Teesra. Bail ka bhaari seena gaay ki peeth par chadhne ko utha.​

Pehla dhakka chook gaya. Lund neeche se fisla, gaay ki jaangh par laga, phir zameen ki taraf jhuka. Firangi ne gusse mein seeng marne ki harkat ki.​

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“Arre saale…” Bhola ne rassi kheenchii. “Sunita! Neeche dekh. Isko khud nahi mil raha bur tere gaay kaa . Pakad ke laga uska lund bur pe .”​

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Sunita ka munh sookh gaya. “Main… yeh main kaise…”​

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“Haath laga. Yahan sharm nahi chalti. Beej bahar gira to din bhar ka intezaar barbaad. Laga seedha.”​

Woh jhuki nahi. Pehle to sirf gaay ki poonch aur rassi pakde rahi. Firangi phir chadha. Is baar uska bhaari jism itna aage aaya ki Sunita ki kohen gaay ke pet se takra gayi. Payal *chan-chan* kari. Chain ke ghungroo uthhe.​

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Bhola peeche se aa gaya. Ab teen jism ek hi hawa mein the — bail, gaay, aur unke beech dabi hui ek aurat. Bhola ke seene se paseena aur mitti ki bo aa rahi thi. Uske baanu Sunita ke baanu se ragad gaye.​

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“Hat mat.”​

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Usne ek haath se Firangi ki rassi pakdi, doosra haath Sunita ki kamar par rakh diya — wahi jahan chain ka ball nabhi mein ghusa tha. Haath itna bada tha ki kamar-chain uski hatheli ke neeche dabb gayi. Latakta hissa Sunita ki chut par aur zor se daba.​

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Sunita ke munh se dabi siski nikal gayi.​

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“Dard ho raha hai ?” Bhola ne kaan ke paas se poocha. Awaaz mein care nahi thi. Sirf jaanch thi.​

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Woh kuch na bol saki.​

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Firangi ne phir dhakka maara. Is baar lund gaay ke muhare tak aaya, phisli, neeche ko gaya. Bhola gussa ho gaya.​

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“Ab kar.” Usne Sunita ka haath pakad kar neeche le gaya — gaay ki jaangh ke paas, wahan jahan raas chamak raha tha. “Yahan. Theek se. Baaki main sambhalta hoon.”​

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Sunita ki hatheli ek pal ke liye garam, chipchipi nass ke kareeb se guzri — itna jitna kaam ke liye zaroori tha — aur usne munh pher liya. Aankhen band. Saans atk gayi . Usne gaay ki poonch uthayi rakhi, aur Bhola ne Firangi ko ek jor ke dhakke se bithaya.​

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Lund andar gaya.​

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Gaay ki awaaz nikal gayi. Lambi. Tabelaa ke kone tak.​

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Phir dhakka. Doosra. Teesra.​

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Thap. Thap. Thap.​

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Har dhakke par zameen hilti. Gobar geela tha, khur phisal rahe the. Firangi ke andkos gaay ke peeche patakte. Neeche se chap-chap ki geeli awaaz uthne lagi.​

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Sunita gaay ko pakde-pakde kaamp rahi thi. Har dhakka uske haathon se hota hua uske kandhon mein, uski chhaati mein, uski kamar tak aa raha tha. Bhola ab bhi uske peeche tha. Bail ke jhatke se woh aage dhaktá, aur uska kasa hua lund — dhoti ke upar se — Sunita ki naram nitamb ke beech ragad jaata.​

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Pehli baar to lagaa anjaane mein.​

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Doosri baar Bhola hatane nahi vala tha.​

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Usne kamar aur kasi. Chain uski mutthi mein aa gayi. Latakta sone ka ball ab Sunita ki geeli silwaton par bar-bar mar raha tha. Ghagra peeche se upar ko sarakne laga. Bhola ka lund kapde ke upar se daarar mein baith gaya.​

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“Hmm…”​

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Awaaz Sunita ke gale se nikal gayi, lekin usne honth daba liye. Aankhen gaay ki peeth par thin. Dekh nahi sakti thi peeche. Mehsus sab ho raha tha.​

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Firangi ab pagal ho chuka tha. Dhakke pe dhake jor daar . Gaay ki poonch Sunita ke haath se phisal-phisal jaati, woh phir pakadti. Payal pairon mein khanakti. Diya ki lo hawa se kaanpti.​

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Bhola ne munh uski gardan ke kareeb kiya. Daadhi ke bal uske gardan par lage.​

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“Dekh,” usne dheere kaha. “Janwar ko sharm nahi aati Tu hi hai jo sochti rehti hai.”​

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Sunita ne rassi kheenchi. “Sarpanch ji… hato… yeh…”​

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“Yeh kya? janwaro kaa kaam hai haam madat kaar rahe hai .”​

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Usne ghagra aur uthaya. Ab kapda kamar tak tha. Patli panty — subah se geeli ho kee — beech se chipki hui thi. Bhola ke lund ne us geele kapde ko pehchaan liya. Dhoti ke neeche se nikal kar, sirf langot ke kinaare se, woh seedha panty ke upar ragadne laga.​

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Garam jese loha . Lamba. Nassein Sunita ko kapde ke peeche se bhi mehsus ek-ek ho rahi thin.​

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Upar Firangi gaay ko pel raha tha.​

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Neeche Bhola Sunita ko.​

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Do dhakke. Ek hi taal.​

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Sunita ke pair phisale. Woh gaay se lipat gayi. Uske stan gaay ke pet se dabb gaye. Peeche Bhola aur chipka. Ab uska lund panty ki geeli lakir par aage-peeche chal raha tha — kabhi upar, kabhi neeche, kabhi itna daba ke lage andar jaayega, lekin jaata nahi tha.​

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“Bhola… mat…”​

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Naam munh se nikal gaya. Ji nahi laga. Sarpanch ji bhee nahi bola.​

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Uske seene mein kuch aur kas gaya.​

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Bhola ne kaha “Chhodogi to yeh dono girenge. Pakad.”​

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Rassi uske haath kaat rahi thi. Phir bhi pakde rahi. Bhola ka haath ab aage se aaya — ghagre ke andar, pet par, chain ke ball ko dabate hue neeche gaya. Ungli panty ke kinaare se aandar ko ghusi. Geelapan itna tha ki ungli fisal gayi.​

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Sunita ki siski unchi ho gayi.​

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“Chup,” Bhola ne kaha. “Bahar tak awaaz gayi to subah kuen par tera naam nahi rahega.”​

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Ungli andar tak nahi gayi. Bas beech ki geeli gaanth par ghumi. Chain ka ball uski kalaai se takrata raha. Bhola ka lund panty par aur tez ragda. Har baar jab Firangi dhakka maarta, Bhola bhi aage aata. Jaise bail ke dhakke uske liye taal ban gaye hon.​

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Pandrah-bees dhakke aur.​

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Phir Firangi ne ek gehra, lamba jhatka diya. Gaay ki awaaz atak gayi. Bail ki saans bhaari hui, pair kanpe, aur woh utarne laga. Lund nikalte hue lamba, chamakta, lund se chipchipa beej tapakne laga — gaay ki jaanghon par, zameen par, bhuse par. Ghada-ghada.​

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Tabela mein ek pal ke liye sirf saansen thin.​

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Firangi hat kar khunte ki taraf gaya, jaise kaam khatam ho gaya ho . Gaay sar jhukaye khadi rahi, poonch dheeli kaar ke , peeche se taral tapakta raha ab usame Firangi kaa beez bhee thaa.​

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Sunita rassi chhodne wali thi.​

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Bhola ne nahi chhodne diya.​

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Usne rassi uske haath se nikaal kar khunte se lapeti, phir Sunita ko hi khunte ki taraf ghumaya. Ab gaay beech mein nahi thi. Ab sirf lakkad ka khunta tha, diya ka kaanpta ujaala, aur peeche uska jism.​

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“Kaam ho gaya,” Sunita ne saans toote kaha. “Ab… ghar…”​

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Bhola ne uska pallu kheench kar munh khol diya. Aankhen uski aankhon mein thin. Koi hasi nahi. Wahi irada jo usne pehli baar gaay utarte waqt rakha tha.​

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“Gaay ka ho gaya.” Usne dhoti ka nada khola. Langot sarki. Lund bahar aaya — mota, garam, nason se bhara, aage se geela. “Tera baaki hai.”​

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Sunita ne haath aage kiya, lekin dhakka nahi de saki. Peeth khunte se lagi. Chain ke ghungroo ek baar khanake.​

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Bhola ne dono haath uski nitamb par rakhe, uthaya, aur apna lund phir usi geeli panty par laga diya. Ab koi bail ke dhakke ka bahaana nahi tha.​

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Aage-peeche.​

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Kapda beech mein tha .​

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Kabhi-kabhi lund ka sir panty ke kinaare se andar ko dhasne lagta, Sunita sukadti, aur woh nikal leta.​

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“Aaj nahi,” usne kaan mein kaha, jaise khud ko bhi keh raha ho. “Aaj nahi daalunga. Pehle dekh loon tu zharati kaise hai.”​

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Haath ne panty ko ek side kiya. lekin Nahi utari. Sirf sarkayi. Uske lund ki garam nass ab seedha uski khuli, chipchipi chut par phisli — upar se neeche, cheez ki gaanth par ruk kar, phir pet ki taraf. Andar nahi daala . Bas ragadata , jaise koi hathiyar se nishana baandh raha ho.​

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Sunita ke nakhoon khunte ki chhaal mein ghus gaye. Pair khul gaye. Payal ne bechain khanak di.​

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“Hmm… haah… Bhola… nahi… beta ghar…”​

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“Beta Nagpur mein hai.” Usne kamar-chain pakad li. Dono ghungroo uski mutthi mein. Us chain ko kheench kar usne Sunita ki kamar apni taraf li. “Yahan tu gaay hai. Aur main tera saand.”​

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Dhakke tez hue. Chap-chap. Uske lund se uska hi paani mil kar pairon par girne laga. Sunita ki chut bar-bar uske sir ko nigalne ko kaanpti, lekin Bhola har baar rokte-rokte bahar hi ragdata. Kabhi nitamb ke beech, kabhi neeche ki gaanth par, kabhi itna upar ki chain ka ball beech mein aa jaata.​

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Usne ek haath aage se choli mein daala. Stan nikal aaya. Nipel sakht or kaale jese angoor kaa dana. Usne nichoda jaise koi gaay kaa than nichodta hai.​

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Sunita jhadne lagi.​

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Pehle ek lehri. Phir doosri. Pairon ki takat gayi. Woh khunte se lipat gayi, munh lakdi se laga, aur uske gale se wahi awaaz nikalii jo raat ko charpai par nikalii thi.​

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“Hmm maa… aaah…”​

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Bhola rukaa nahi. Usne uski geeli chut par aur tez ragda, chain kheenchii, stan dabaaya, aur jab Sunita ki jaanghen kaanp ke band hone lagi, tab usne lund neeche kiya, nitamb ke beech kasaa, aur apna beej bahar gira diya.​

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Garam. Chipchipa. Dhaar uski peeth ke neeche, panty ke kinaare, jaanghon ki andaruni lakir par behi. Kuch chain ke latakte ball par laga, wahan se tapak kar payal ke kareeb gaya.​

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Tabela mein Firangi ki bhaari saans thi. Gaay ki dheemi ghur-ghur. Aur Sunita ki toot-ti hui saans.​

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Bhola kuch der waise hi khada raha. Lund ab bhi uski geeli jaangh se sata hua. Haath chain par. Munh uske galle par.​

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Phir usne langot kheenchi, dhoti kasii, aur Sunita ki panty ko jaise-tha-waise chhod diya. Utari nahi. Saaf nahi kiya. Jo beez gira tha, wahi rehne diya.​

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“Ghagra utaar.”​

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Sunita ne kaanpte haath se ghagra neeche kiya, phir socha, peeche se theek kiya. Jo chipka tha, kapde ke neeche chipka raha.​

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Bhola ne uska munh pakad kar apni taraf kiya.​

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“Aaj maine tujhe choda nahi. Yaad rakhna.” Usne angutha uske honth par pheraa. “Aaj sirf lagaaya hai. Jaise pehle dhakka chook jaata hai. Agli baar jab khunta kholega, tab seedha andar. Itna ki tu khadi na rah paaye.”​

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Sunita kuch na boli. Aankhon mein paani tha, lekin dukhi nahee thee.​

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Usne rassi uthayi, jaise uthani chahiye. Pairon mein payal thi. Har kadam par ghungroo ne kaha — *yahan hua hai*.​

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Gate ki kundi khuli. Khalihan ki hawa andar aayi. Bahar raat thi, galiyaan soyi hui thi .​

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Bhola ne peeche se kaha, “Gaay yahin rahegi. Subah doodh nikalna. Khud aaiyo.”​

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Sunita ne sir nahi ghumaya. Rassi haath mein liye nikal gayi. Ghagra pairon se chipka. Jaanghon ke beech ab bhi garam, chipchipa nishaan tha jo chalne par silwaton ko milata.​

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Gali mein aate hi usne pallu sir par kheench liya.​

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Peeche tabela mein diya ab bhi jal raha tha.​

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Firangi khunte se sata tha.​

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Aur Bhola gate par khada raha, dhoti ke neeche haath dabaye, tab tak dekhta raha jab tak uski payal ki khanak aana baand nahi huwa.​

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