Afsar Madam Ka Akelapan - Rahul Ne Kaise Todi Unki Izzat Wali Deewar

Main Varanasi mein ek sadharan sarkari clerk hoon. Naam Rahul, umar untees saal. Din-raat files aur daftar ki bhaagdaud mein uljha rehta hoon. Taraqqi ke liye hamesha kisi unche adhikari ki sifarish ki zarurat padti hai. Zindagi mein koi khaas romanch nahi tha. Ek din mere senior ne kaha ki agar Panchayati Raj vibhag ki Anjali Madam se baat karwa di jaye toh mera transfer aasani se ho sakta hai. Anjali Madam ka naam sunte hi college ke din yaad aa gaye. Woh kabhi-kabhi university mein guest lecture dene aati thi. Unki awaaz mein ek aisi gambhirta thi ki poora hall chup ho jata tha. Gori rangat, saaf-suthra chehra, aur un aankhon mein ek thaki hui khoobsurati chhupi hoti thi. Figure balanced tha – na zyada patla, na bhari. Doodhiya twacha aur jab woh saree mein aati thi toh kamar ki lachak saaf nazar aati thi.

Maine unke baare mein thoda aur jaana. Umar qareeb adtees, lekin tees jaisi dikhti thi. Pati unche pad par the aur hamesha byast rehte the. Beta mausi ke paas rehta tha. Ghar aksar khali rehta tha. Man mein ek halki si halchal hui. Maine socha, shayad sirf kaam ki baat karke milan ho jaye. Usi shaam maine unka office number dhunda aur call kiya.

“Hello Madam, main Rahul bol raha hoon. College ke dinon mein aapka lecture suna tha. Aajkal main Panchayati vibhag se jude ek clerk hoon. Mera ek chhota-sa kaam hai… transfer ka.”

Unhone kuch pal chup rehkar phir dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “Haan boliye. Office mein hoon abhi. Shaam ko ghar aa jaiye, baat karenge. Pata note kar lijiye.”

Ghar ka pata dekar unhone phone kaat diya. Main taiyar hokar nikla. Garmi bohot tez thi. Paseena kameez se chipak raha tha. Jab unke ghar pahuncha toh ek saaf-suthra aadhunik bangla tha. Garden mein raat ki rani ki halki khushboo aa rahi thi. Darwaza khola toh Anjali Madam khud khadi thi. Laal saree aur halka gulabi blouse. Saree ka pallu unke kandhe par tha, lekin blouse ka deep neck unke boobs ke ubhaar ko chhupa nahi pa raha tha. Kamar patli, aur chalne mein ek swabhavik lachak thi. Aankhon mein thakaan saaf thi.

“Aa jaiye Rahul ji,” unhone muskurate hue kaha. Awaaz mein thakaan saaf thi.

Baithak mein chai aayi. Pankhe ki dheemi awaaz chal rahi thi. Bahar sadak par kabhi-kabhi gaadi ki awaaz aa jati thi. Maine apna mamla vistaar se bataya. Woh dhyan se sunti rahi. Beech-beech mein unki aankhein khidki ki ore chali jati thi, jaise koi yaad aa rahi ho.

“Main pati se baat kar lungi,” unhone kaha. “Woh Panchayati vibhag mein unche pad par hain. Lekin yeh din chunav aur meetingon ke hain. Woh bohot byast rehte hain. Kal tak jawab de dungi.”

Baat khatam hone ke baad thodi der chuppi rahi. Maine halke se kaha, “Madam, aap thaki hui lag rahi hain. Bohot kaam ka pressure hoga.”

Woh halki muskaan ke saath boli, “Har koi byast hai Rahul ji. Beta mausi ke paas hai. Ghar lautkar sirf khamoshi milti hai. Kabhi-kabhi lagta hai jaise zindagi sirf files mein simat gayi hai.”

Maine aur kuch nahi kaha. Bas sir hilaya. Thodi der baad main chala aaya. Raat ko bistar par lete-lete unki tasveer yaad aayi. Laal saree mein woh kamar, woh thaki hui aankhein, woh doodhiya twacha. Man mein halki ichha jagi. Maine khud ko rokne ki koshish ki, lekin aakhir mein unki kalpana karte hue muth maar li. “Kash yeh sirf kaam ki baat na hoti…” yahi sochte hue so gaya.

Agle din dopahar mein unka message aaya – “Kaam ho gaya. Aaj shaam ghar aa jaiye. Thodi baat karni hai.”

Main phir pahuncha. Is baar woh one-piece dress mein thi. Halka neela rang. Shareer ki lines saaf dikh rahi thi. Dress shareer se chipak rahi thi. Baithak mein baithe. Baatcheet kaam se nikal kar niji zindagi par aa gayi. Pankhe ki awaaz aur bahar ke halke shor ke beech hum baat kar rahe the.

“Priyanka Ma’am yaad hai aapko?” unhone achanak poocha. “College mein aapki acchi dost thi. Unhone aapke baare mein kaafi bataya tha. Kaha tha ki aap samajhdar hain… aur bharosemand bhi.”

Mera dil dhak se hua. Priyanka se mera purana sharirik rishta raha tha. Anjali Madam jaanti thi. Unhone dheere se kaha, “Woh kehti thi ki aap bohot acche hain… baatein sunne wale.”

Main chup raha. Unhone aage kaha, “Mere pati mahino se ghar nahi aate jaise. Kaam ka pressure. Main akeeli pad gayi hoon. Kabhi-kabhi dil bohot bhari ho jata hai. Raat ko neend nahi aati.”

Maine dheere se unka haath chhua. “Madam, aap akeeli nahi hain. Baat karna chahein toh main sun sakta hoon.”

Unhone haath khinch liya. Aankhon mein ek halki narazgi thi. “Yeh theek nahi Rahul. Main shaadishuda hoon. Bacche ki maa hoon. Aisi baatein… nahi honi chahiye. Mera pad hai, meri izzat hai. Log kya kahenge agar koi jaan gaya.”

Maine maafi maangi. “Sorry Madam. Mera matlab kuch aur nahi tha. Bas aap thaki hui lag rahi thi.”

Woh chupchaap baithi rahi. Thodi der baad main chala aaya. Man mein aparadhbodh aur ichha dono the. Raat bhar unki awaaz yaad aayi – “Main akeeli pad gayi hoon.”

Teesre din office mein mulakat hui. File ke bahane. Woh thaki hui thi. Maine chai mangwayi. Baatein lambi ho gayi. Unhone bataya ki ghar lautkar sirf khali deewarein milti hain. Pati ka phone bhi kabhi-kabhi hi aata hai. Beta door hai.

“Aap bohot majboot dikhti hain Madam,” maine kaha. “Lekin andar se thak gayi hain shayad. Kabhi-kabhi kisi se dil ki baat kar lena bhi zaroori hota hai.”

Woh muskurayi. “Aap samajhte hain. Zyadatar log sirf pad dekhte hain. Koi nahi poochta ki andar kya chal raha hai.”

Shaam ko unke ghar ke bahar hum dono khade the. Halki baarish shuru ho gayi. Maine apni chhata kholi. Woh qareeb aa gayi. Chhate ke neeche unki saans mehsoos hui. Ek pal ke liye hamari aankhein mili. Maine halke se unka haath pakad liya. Unhone khinch liya, lekin haath poori tarah nahi chhudaya.

“Rahul… yeh galat hai,” unhone fusfusaya. “Mera career, meri izzat… sab daav par hai. Agar koi dekh le toh…”

Maine haath chhod diya. “Main samajhta hoon Madam. Lekin aap itni akeeli kyun hain? Koi toh hona chahiye jo aapki baat sune.”

Woh kuch pal chup rahi. Phir boli, “Chalo, ab jao. Kal baat karte hain.”

Main chala aaya. Lekin raat bhar neend nahi aayi. Man mein unki saans ki garmahat ghoom rahi thi.

Chauthe din woh khud call karke bulaya. Awaaz mein thakaan aur kuch aur tha. “Aaj ghar aa jao. Baat karni hai. Akeeli hoon.”

Main pahuncha. Ghar mein sirf ek lamp jal raha tha. Pankhe ki awaaz aur bahar ki halki baarish. Woh sadharan salwar kameez mein thi. Aankhein sooji hui. Maine poocha, “Kya hua Madam?”

Woh ro padi. “Pati ka phone aaya. Woh keh rahe hain ki do mahine aur nahi aa payenge. Beta bhi door hai. Main… main toot rahi hoon Rahul. Roz raat ko lagta hai jaise deewarein mujh par gir padengi.”

Maine unhe gale laga liya. Sirf sahare ke liye. Woh mere seene par sir rakhkar roti rahi. Unki khushboo – halki itar aur paseene ki mili-juli – mere andar utar gayi. Maine unke baal sehlaye. Unki peeth par haath ferta raha.

“Anjali ji…” maine dheere se kaha. “Aap itni akeeli kyun hain? Koi toh hona chahiye jo aapke paas baithe.”

Woh sir uthakar meri aankhon mein dekhti rahi. Aankhon mein aansu aur kuch aur tha. Phir achanak unhone mere hothon par apne hoth rakh diye. Halki si chumban. Phir peeche hat gayi. Kaanp rahi thi.

“Nahi… yeh nahi hona chahiye,” unhone kaanpti awaaz mein kaha. “Main pagal ho rahi hoon shayad. Mera pati hai… mera pad hai… agar koi jaan gaya toh sab khatam.”

Maine unka chehra dono haathon mein liya. “Main aapko sirf istemal nahi karna chahta. Sach mein aapke paas baithna chahta hoon. Aapki baat sunna chahta hoon. Aap akeeli na rahein.”

Woh phir chupchaap mere gale lag gayi. Is baar chumban gehra ho gaya. Jeebh mili. Thook ki garmahat dono ke munh mein fail gayi. Woh siskiyan lene lagi. Maine unke hoth choose, jeebh se khela. Unki saans tez ho gayi.

Maine dheere-dheere unka kameez khola. Andar bra nahi thi. Do bade, mulayam, doodhiya boobs bahar aa gaye. Nipple halke gulabi aur sakht. Maine ek ko munh mein liya. Dheere-dheere chusa. Jeebh se gola banaya. Daanton se halka dabav diya. Woh kaanpne lagi.

“Aahh… Rahul… dheere… kya kar rahe ho…” unki awaaz mein sharm aur ichha dono the.

Maine doosra bhi chusa. Dono haathon se dabaya. Unki saans tez ho gayi. Boobs garam aur mulayam the. Maine nipple ko jeebh se dabaya, phir halka kata. Woh mere baal pakadne lagi.

“Umm… aur… thoda…” woh fusfusayi.

Phir maine salwar kholi. Panty geeli thi. Utaarte waqt unki jaanghein kaanp rahi thi. Chut saamne thi – saaf-suthri, gulabi, halki chamak liye hue. Koi baal nahi. Maine ungli ferayi. Garam aur geeli. Ungli andar daali toh woh sisak padi.

“Chakho…” maine fusfusaya aur ungli unke munh mein di. Unhone aankhein band karke choos li. Swaad halka namkeen aur meetha tha.

Main ghutnon ke bal baitha. Unki jaanghein failayi. Chut ke paas munh lagaya. Pehle sirf saans li. Garam hawa lagi. Chut ki halki khushboo – meethi aur garam. Phir jeebh se lamba chaata. Neeche se upar tak. Woh cheekh si nikli.

“Aaaahhhh… Rahul… kya… kar rahe ho…”

Maine hoth khole. Andar ki gulabi deewarein chamak rahi thi. Clit ko dheere-dheere chusa. Jeebh andar ghusayi. Woh mere baal pakadkar dabane lagi. Paani nikalne laga. Meetha-namkeen swaad. Maine sab pee liya. Woh baar-baar kaanp rahi thi. Jaanghein mere sir ko daba rahi thi.

“Aahh… aur… jeebh… andar… aaaahhhh…” unki awaaz toot rahi thi.

Maine lambe samay tak chaata. Kabhi clit chusta, kabhi jeebh andar ghusata, kabhi hothon se chut ke bahar ke hisse ko choomta. Woh baar-baar jhadne ke qareeb pahunch rahi thi. Paani bah raha tha. Maine do ungliyan andar daali aur jeebh se clit chusta raha. Woh zor se sisakne lagi.

“Rahul… main… jhadne wali hoon… ruko mat… aaaahhhh…”

Paani mere munh mein bhar gaya. Maine sab pee liya. Woh kaanpte hue leti rahi. Saansein tez thi.

Phir woh uthkar mere saamne ghutnon ke bal baith gayi. Mera pant khola. Lund bahar nikla – mota, tana hua, qareeb aath inch. Unhone pehle sira chusa. Jeebh se gola banaya. Phir dheere-dheere gehra liya. Gala bhar gaya toh aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, lekin unhone jaari rakha. Maine unke baal sehlaye.

“Bas… itna kaafi hai,” maine kaha. “Ab mujhe tumhe chhune do.”

Maine unhe bistar par litaya. Taangein kandhon par rakhi. Lund ki nok chut par rakhi. Aankhon mein aankhein daalkar dheere-dheere ghusaya. Poora andar jaane par woh sisak padi. Chut ne lund ko kas liya. Garam, geeli, mulayam deewarein lund ko daba rahi thi.

“Aahh… mota hai… lekin accha lag raha hai… dheere… Rahul…”

Maine dheere-dheere dhakke maare. Har dhakke ke saath aankhein milaye rakha. Unki saansein mere munh mein mil rahi thi. Chumban jaari raha. Boobs ko dabata raha. Chap-chap ki halki awaaz aane lagi.

“Rahul… aur… thoda tez… aaaahhhh…” woh fusfusayi.

Maine lay badhayi. Har dhakke ke saath unki boobs hil rahe the. Maine ek boob munh mein liya aur chusta raha. Woh mere gale lagkar cheekh rahi thi. “Aaaahhhh… haan… aise hi… aur gehra…”

Pehla daur dheere-dheere lekin gehra chala. Maine andar hi chhod diya. Garam maal bhar gaya. Woh mehsoos karke mere seene par sir rakh di. Saansein tez thi. Chut se maal halke se ris raha tha.

Thodi der baad woh upar baith gayi. Lund phir se khada ho chuka tha. Unhone khud ghusaya. Upar-neeche hone lagi. Boobs mere munh ke paas aa-ja rahe the. Main chusta raha. Unki aankhein band thi, hoth khule. Kamar hilate hue woh mere seene par haath rakhe hue thi.

“Main… main tumhe chahti hoon… Rahul… aaaahhhh…” woh dohra rahi thi.

Doosra daur aur lamba chala. Chap-chap ki awaaz tez ho gayi. Woh zor-zor se kood rahi thi. Maine unki kamar pakadkar upar se dhakke maare. Unki awaaz tootne lagi. “Ohhhhh… main… phir… jhad rahi hoon…”

Phir side mein letkar. Ek taang upar. Dheere-dheere lekin gehra. Hum dono paseene se tar the. AC ki thandi hawa lag rahi thi. Bahar halki baarish ki awaaz. Bistar halke se charamra raha tha.

“Agar yeh baat bahar nikli toh mera sab kuch khatam… lekin… aahh… main tumhare bina ab nahi reh sakti…” woh mere kaan mein fusfusa rahi thi.

Aakhri baar jab maine chhoda toh unhone lund nikaalkar apne boobs par maal girwaya. Phir ungli se uthakar munh mein liya. Muskurate hue kaha, “Tumhara swaad… accha hai. Garam hai.”

Baad mein hum nange lete rahe. Chipchipe shareer. Paseena aur maal mila hua. Unhone bathroom jakar saaf kiya. Wapas aakar kapde pehenne mein thodi der lagayi kyunki panty chipak rahi thi. Aankhon mein sharm aur santushti dono the.

“Yeh sab galat tha…” unhone dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Lekin… bohot accha bhi laga. Main bohot akeeli thi. Tumne mujhe mehsoos karaya ki koi hai.”

Maine unhe gale laga liya. “Koi nahi jaanega. Main tumhare saath hoon. Jab chaho bula lena. Agli baar aur dheere se… aur pyaar se…”

Woh mere kandhe par sir rakhkar leti rahi. “Haan… agli baar… aur bhi qareeb… lekin savdhani se. Mera career… mera ghar…”

Hum dono jaante the ki yeh aakhri nahi hoga. Kaam ke bahane milan jaari rahega. Aur har baar bhavna aur shareer dono aur qareeb aate jayenge. Anjali Madam ki akeeli raatein ab khali nahi thi. Aur mera dil bhi ab sirf files mein nahi uljha tha.