Akeli Ananya Aur Uske Internet Wale Yaar

Mera naam Ananya hai. Age 29 years. Shaadi ko paanch saal ho chuke the. Pati Vinod bank mein manager tha aur pichhle do saal se almost har mahine 10-12 din ke tour pe rehta tha — kabhi Chennai, kabhi Kolkata, kabhi bahar. Ghar mein akeli rehna meri kismet ban chuki thi. Teen bedroom ka flat, bade-bade rooms, aur shaam dhalte hi jo sannata chha jata tha, woh dil ke kisi kone mein chubhta rehta tha.

Us Mangalwar ki shaam bhi bilkul waisi hi thi.

Main balcony mein khadi thi. Halki thandi hawa baalon ko chhu rahi thi. Haath mein phone. Instagram khula hua. Bina kisi purpose ke scroll kar rahi thi ki ek message aaya —

“Namaste Ananya ji… aapki profile pe jo purani kitaabon wali post thi, woh bahut acchi lagi. Kya aapne bhi Premchand ko itni depth se padha hai?”

Message Rohit naam ke ek ladke ka tha. Profile clean. Photo mein halki daadhi, white shirt, aankhon mein ek quiet si smile. Age lag rahi thi 27-28 ki. Maine reply diya. Baat shuru hui.

Pehle din sirf kitaabon pe baat hui. Doosre din music pe — especially purani ghazlein aur Kishore Kumar ke gaane. Teesre din loneliness pe.

Rohit ki baatein kabhi jaldbazi wali nahi thi. Woh kabhi ganda nahi bola. Kabhi force nahi kiya. Bas sunta tha. Aur jab bolta to lagta jaise koi purana dost baat kar raha ho. Uske words mein ek soft si narmi thi, jaise koi soft silk chhu raha ho.

Ek hafte baad usne likha —

“Ananya ji, aap jab akeli hoti ho to kya sochti ho? Main pooch raha hoon kyunki kabhi-kabhi lagta hai ki loneliness bhi ek rista hoti hai… jo humein khud se milwati hai.”

Maine der tak reply nahi diya. Balcony mein khadi-khadi aasmaan dekhati rahi. Phir likha —

“Kabhi-kabhi lagta hai ki koi mere kandhe pe haath rakh de to shayad saans lena asaan ho jaye. Koi aisa jo sirf sune… bina kuch maange.”

Us raat hum char ghante baat karte rahe. Phone ke screen pe ungliyan thak gayin, par dil nahi.

Dheere-dheere roz ki baatcheet routine ban gayi. Subah good morning ke saath koi chhoti si poetry, dopahar mein koi kitaab ka paragraph, raat mein lambi baatein. Woh mujhe ‘Ananya’ kehta tha, kabhi ‘aap’ to kabhi halkese ‘Priya’. Uske voice phone pe bhi soft lagti thi — serious, par warm. Kabhi-kabhi woh ghazal sunata. Kabhi meri silence ko samajh jata.

Do hafte baad baatein aur personal ho gayin.

Ek raat usne poocha —

“Ananya… aap apne body ko kab last time feel kiya tha? Matlab… kisi ke haathon se nahi, khud se. Kabhi mirror ke saamne khade hoke khud ko chhua hai kya?”

Mera dil zor se dhadka. Maine likha —

“Bahut dino se nahi. Lagta hai body bhi bhool gaya hai ki chhuna kise kehte hain.”

Usne reply diya —

“Agar kabhi mauka mile… to main sirf aapke kandhe ko chhuna chahunga. Aur phir ruk jaunga. Baaki sab aapki marzi.”

Us raat maine pehli baar uske baare mein sapna dekha. Sapne mein woh mere baalon mein ungliyan pher raha tha. Aur main karah rahi thi.

Teesre hafte mein baatein aur aage badhin.

Rohit ne likha —

“Aaj aapke pati ghar pe hain?”

“Nahi. Kal Chennai gaye hain. Das din baad lautenge.”

“To… kya aap mujhe kabhi dekhna chahengi? Sirf chai pine ke liye. Koi zabardasti nahi. Agar aap mana kar do to bhi main samajh jaunga. Aur agar haan kaho… to main promise karta hoon ki ek bhi step aapki ichha ke bina nahi badhaunga.”

Mera haath kaamp raha tha. Maine der tak socha. Phir likha —

“Aa jao… par condition hai. Sirf baatein. Aur chai. Aur agar mujhe lage ki kuch galat ho raha hai to tumhe turant chale jana hoga.”

Usne reply diya —

“Jaisa aap kaho, Ananya. Aapki har baat mere liye law hogi.”

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Preparation ke din maine subah se hi ghar sajaya. Living room mein halki khushboo ke liye agarbatti jalayi. Shaam ko red colour ki saree pehni — wahi jo shaadi ke baad pehli baar pehni thi. Black blouse. Baal khule hue, halki wavy. Gale mein thin gold chain. Mirror ke saamne khadi hoke khud ko dekha to laga — aaj koi aur aurat mirror mein hai. Jo akeli nahi rehna chahti. Jo chhuna chahti hai. Jo chhuni jaana chahti hai.

Door bell baji. Shaam ke saat baj rahe the.

Maine door khola.

Rohit saamne khada tha. Light blue shirt, dark black pant. Haath mein white roses ka chhota sa bouquet. Aankhein mili to dono kuch pal chup rahe. Uske eyes mein ek tarah ki hunger thi, par uske upar manners ki layer chadi hui thi.

“Namaste Ananya ji…” uski awaaz waisi hi thi jaise phone pe — soft, deep.

“Aaiye…” maine muskuraate hue kaha. Awaaz thodi kaampi.

Woh andar aaya. Drawing room mein baitha. Maine chai banayi. Do cups. Ek plate mein ghar ke banaye samose aur meethi mathri. Humne saath baithkar chai pi. Baatein huin — kitaabon ki, weather ki, city ki, purani films ki. Par hawa mein kuch aur tha. Kuch jo words se pare tha. Uske nazar baar-baar mere chehre pe, mere lips pe, mere gale pe ruk jati thin.

Chai khatam hui to woh dheere se bola —

“Aapki aankhon mein thakaan hai… aur ek bhookh bhi. Woh bhookh jo saalon se dabi hui hai.”

Maine nazar jhuka li. Cup mein bachi chai ko ghumati rahi.

Woh paas aaya. Sofa pe mere bagal mein baith gaya. Itna paas ki uski shirt ki sleeve mere baazu ko chhu rahi thi. Haath dheere se mere haath pe rakha.

“Agar aap chahein to main abhi chala jaaun… lekin agar aap chahein ki main ruku… to bataiye. Ek word kaafi hai.”

Maine kuch nahi kaha. Bas uska haath daba diya. Ungliyan uski ungliyon mein fas gayin.

Usne mera haath apne dono haathon mein le liya. Ungliyon se halkese sehlaya. Nakhunon ke kinare ko chhua. Phir dheere se mere gaal pe haath rakha. Anguthe se mere neeche ke hoth ko sehlaya.

“Ananya… aap bahut khoobsurat ho. Sirf chehra nahi… aapki khamoshi bhi. Aapki saansein bhi. Aapki woh halki si sahran bhi jo abhi aapke gale mein dikh rahi hai.”

Phir woh jhuka. Hothon ne mere maathe ko chhua. Bahut halka. Jaise koi flower gir raha ho. Phir gaal ko. Phir kaan ke paas saans chhodte hue bola —

“Batao… kahan tak jaaun? Ek word mein bata do.”

Maine aankhein band kar li. Saans bhari ho gayi.

“Jahan tak dil chahe… Rohit. Bas… dheere se.”

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Uske hoth mere hothon pe aaye. Pehle bahut halkе. Jaise koi silk chhu raha ho. Upar wala hoth, phir neeche wala. Phir dono ko ek saath. Pressure dheere-dheere badha. Jeebh ne hothon ke kinare ko sehlaya. Maine muh khola. Uski jeebh andar aayi — garam, soft, hungry par controlled. Hum dono ne ek-doosre ke hoth choose. Awaazein nikalne lagi — halki, sisakiyon jaisi.

“Umm…” meri saansein tez ho gayin. Gala sukh raha tha.

Usne mere baalon mein ungliyan pher di. Saree ka pallu kandhe se sarak gaya. Usne mere nange kandhe ko chuma. Jeebh se chata. Namkeen skin ka taste liya. Phir gardan pe. Kaan ke peeche. Collarbone pe. Har kiss ke saath woh rukta, meri saans sunta, phir aage badhta.

“Ananya… tumhari khushboo pagal kar rahi hai… jaise raat ki rajnigandha…”

Maine uske baal pakad liye. Ungliyan uski gardan pe fisal rahi thin. Woh mere blouse ke hooks kholne laga. Ek-ek karke. Dheere. Jaise koi sacred book khol raha ho. Pehla hook. Doosra. Teesra. Blouse khula to mere boobs bahar aa gaye. Black lace wali bra mein band. Usne bra ka hook peeche se khola. Ek haath se. Boobs free ho gaye — heavy, round, nipples pehle se hi hard.

“Wah…” usne fusfusaya. Awaaz mein ek tarah ki devotion thi. “Kitne sundar… round… soft… jaise do pake aam. Ananya… main inhe bas dekhta rahu to bhi tript ho jaun.”

Usne ek boob ko dono haathon mein liya. Halkese dabaya. Anguthe se nipple ko sehlaya. Gol-gol ghumaya. Phir muh mein le liya. Jeebh se ghumaya. Pehle halkese choosa. Phir thoda zor se. Daanton se halkese dabaya. Doosri side bhi wahi. Baari-baari. Kabhi dono ko ek saath haathon mein lekar nipples ko apni jeebh se chata.

“Aah… Rohit… umm… haan… aise… aur chooso…” meri awaaz nikal padi. Kamar apne aap uthne lagi.

Woh nahi ruk raha tha. Boobs ko chooste hue kabhi-kabhi neeche gardan pe, kabhi upar thudi pe kiss karta. Meri ungliyan uske baalon mein khoi hui thin. Main uske sar ko aur apne boobs pe daba rahi thi.

“Aur… zor se… haan… daanton se… umm… Rohit… meri chest mein aag lag rahi hai…”

Woh ek boob ko muh mein liye hue doosre ko haath se masal raha tha. Nipple ko anguthe aur ungli ke beech dabakar ghumata. Meri karahein badh rahi thin. Saree ka pallu bilkul gir chuka tha. Petticoat ke upar se uski ek tang mere pairon ke beech aa gayi thi.

Bahut der tak woh sirf boobs ke saath khelta raha. Choosta, chata, masalta, phir chhodkar dono ko dekhta, phir se shuru karta. Meri saree geeli hone lagi thi. Janghon ke beech nami badh rahi thi.

Aakhir usne saree khol di. Petticoat ki dori kholi. Phir panty ke elastic mein ungliyan daalkar dheere se neeche khincha. Ab main bilkul nangi thi. Sofa pe leti hui. Red saree neeche giri padi thi. Woh bhi apne kapde utarne laga. Shirt ke buttons ek-ek karke khole. Chest dikhi — strong, halkе curly baal. Pant aur underwear ek saath utare. Lund bahar aaya. Lamba, mota, tana hua. Sire pe pehle se hi chamak. Nasein phuli hui.

Maine dekha to saans ruk gayi. Muh mein paani aa gaya.

Woh mere pairon ko failakar baith gaya. Dono haathon se janghon ko sehlaya. Andar ki taraf. Bahar ki taraf. Phir muh mere beech le gaya. Pehle janghon ke andaruni hisse ko chuma. Jeebh se chata. Phir aur upar.

Pehli baar uski jeebh ne meri chut ko chhua.

“Aahhh…” main zor se karah uthi. Kamar uchhal gayi.

Woh dheere-dheere chat raha tha. Upar se neeche. Clit pe rukkar gol-gol ghumata. Phir neeche faad tak. Phir andar jeebh dalta. Choosta. Mere ras ko chata jaise koi meetha juice pi raha ho.

“Umm… Ananya… kitni meethi ho tum… jaise shahad… main din bhar yahin rahu…”

Main bed pe (ab hum bedroom mein aa chuke the) leti hui sisak rahi thi. Kamar baar-baar uth rahi thi. Haath chadar pakde hue safeed pad rahe the.

“Rohit… wahan… haan… aur zor se… umm… aah… jeebh andar… aur gehra… haan… aise… mat roko…”

Woh nahi ruk raha tha. Jeebh andar-bahar kar raha tha. Kabhi clit ko hothon ke beech lekar choosta to kabhi poori faad ko chata. Kabhi dono hothon ko failakar andar tak jeebh dalta. Mere ras uski thudi pe chamak rahe the. Meri tangein uske kandhon pe thin. Main uski gardan dabaye hue thi. Ungliyan uske baalon mein.

“Main… main aane wali hoon… Rohit… ruko mat… aahhh… haan… wahi… zor se chooso… ummmm…”

Lehar aayi. Poore body mein. Pair ki ungliyan akad gayin. Kamar hawa mein uth gayi. Main kaanp uthi. Chut ne uske muh pe paani chhod diya. Woh chata raha. Jab tak meri sisakiyan shaant nahi huin. Phir bhi nahi ruka. Halkе-halkе chata raha. Jaise kisi wound ko sehla raha ho.

Phir woh upar aaya. Mere hothon pe chuma. Mujhe apna hi taste chakhaya. Jeebh mere muh mein ghumayi.

“Ab tumhari baari… Ananya. Jitna chaho… jaise chaho.”

Maine use lita diya. Uske lund ko dono haathon mein liya. Garam. Dhadakta hua. Nason ki garmahat mehsus hui. Maine jeebh nikali. Sire pe chata. Ched pe ghumaya. Phir poora muh mein le liya. Dheere-dheere. Gale tak.

“Aah… Ananya…” uski awaaz bhari ho gayi. Kamar uthi.

Main choos rahi thi. Upar-neeche. Jeebh se nason ko sehlati. Kabhi andkosh ko muh mein leti, halkese choosti. Kabhi lund ko chhodkar sirf sire ko chati. Uski ungliyan mere baalon mein thin. Woh dheere-dheere kamar chala raha tha. Par zabardasti nahi kar raha tha.

“Itna accha… umm… aur le… gale tak… haan… aise… tumhara muh kitna garam hai…”

Maine aur gehraai tak liya. Aankhon mein paani aa gaya par ruki nahi. Deep throat. Phir bahar nikala. Saans li. Phir se liya. Uski karahein badh gayin. Kamar aur tez hili.

“Bas… Ananya… nahi to nikal jayega… thoda roko…”

Maine chhod diya. Lund chamak raha tha. Mere thook se.

Woh mujhe lita kar mere upar aa gaya. Lund ko meri chut pe ragda. Upar-neeche. Clit pe. Geelapan mehsus karke dheere se dhakka diya. Sirf aadha. Ruka. Phir aur andar.

“Aahhh…” dono ek saath karahe.

Woh andar tak ghus gaya. Ruka. Mujhe apni saanson se bharne diya. Mathe ko mere mathe se sataya. Phir dheere-dheere chalne laga. Lambi, gehr i chudai. Har dhakke ke saath mere boobs kaanp rahe the. Woh jhukkar unhe baari-baari choos raha tha.

“Ananya… tum kitni tight ho… umm… saalon se kisi ne nahi chhua kya… itni bheegi… itni garam…”

“Rohit… aur andar… haan… aise… aah… maro… dheere… phir zor se… umm…”

Raftaar dheere-dheere badhi. Bed charachara raha tha. Meri tangein uski kamar mein lipti thin. Nakhun uski peeth pe kharonch bana rahe the. Har dhakke ke saath meri karah nikal rahi thi.

“Umm… aah… haan… wahan… theek wahan… zor se… Rohit… mujhe chodo… aahhh… aur gehra… haan… faad do…”

Woh palti gaya. Mujhe upar baitha diya. Maine khud ko uske lund pe baithaya. Gehr i chudai shuru ki. Boobs uske muh ke saamne. Woh dono ko pakadkar choos raha tha. Nipple ko daanton se daba raha tha.

“Ananya… naacho… aise hi… umm… apni chut se mere lund ko doodh nikaalo… haan…”

Main upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Circular. Uski ungliyan mere clit pe thin. Ghumati thin. Doosri ungli peeche se mere gaand ke ched pe halkese pressure daal rahi thi.

“Aa rahi hoon… phir se… Rohit… pakad mujhe… aahhh… haan… wahi… ummmm…”

Doosri baar aayi. Body lachak gaya. Aankhein band. Muh khula. Woh bhi zor se karahte hue andar hi nikal gaya. Garam liquid ne mujhe bhar diya. Main uske seene pe gir padi. Dono paseene se tar. Saansein tez. Dil dhadak rahe the jaise bahar nikal aayenge.

Thodi der baad woh phir uth khada hua. Mujhe ghutnon ke bal kar diya. Peeche se. Ek haath se mere baal pakde. Doosra haath aage se boob pe. Lund ko phir se meri chut mein dhakela. Is baar ek jhatke mein andar tak.

“Ab aur gehra… Ananya… aaj raat main tumhe bhoolne nahi dunga…”

“Aah… haan… maro… zor se… umm… meri chut faad do… Rohit… aur tez… haan… aise… aahhh…”

Dhakke tez ho gaye. Awaazein poore room mein goonj rahi thin — maas ki takkar, karahein, sisakiyan, bed ki charamar. Paseena dono ke body se beh raha tha. Meri chest bed se ragad kha rahi thi. Nipples aur hard ho gaye the.

“Ananya… main pagal ho raha hoon tumhare liye… tumhari yeh awaaz… yeh bheegi chut… umm…”

“Main bhi… aah… mat rukna… aur… aur… haan… wahi maro… mujhe pagal kar do… Rohit… aahhh…”

Teesri baar hum saath aaye. Body kaanp rahe the. Woh mere upar gir pada. Dono paseene mein nahaye. Lund abhi bhi andar tha. Dheere-dheere pighal raha tha.

Raat lambi thi.

Humne phir chuma. Phir chata. Phir chudai ki. Kabhi main upar baithkar circular ghumati. Kabhi woh mujhe side se chodta — ek tang upar uthakar. Kabhi khade hoke wall ke saath. Har baar foreplay lamba hota. Woh mere poore body ko chata — peeth ki haddi ke saath-saath, kamar ke gadde, janghein, pair ki ungliyan tak. Main uske lund ko ghanton muh mein rakhti. Uski karahein sunti. Kabhi uske andkosh ko chati, kabhi lund ko dono haathon se masalti.

Ek baar usne mujhe bathroom mein le jakar shower ke neeche choda. Paani beh raha tha. Uske dhakke aur tez. Meri karahein tiles se takrakar wapas aa rahi thin.

“Aah… Rohit… paani ke saath… aur zor se… umm… meri chut mein paani aur tera lund… pagal kar raha hai…”

Subah char baje hum thakkar so gaye. Uske seene pe sar rakhkar. Uska ek haath mere boob pe tha. Doosra meri kamar pe.

Jab aankh khuli to woh mujhe dekh raha tha. Ungliyon se mere baal sehla raha tha. Suraj ki halki kirnein window se aa rahi thin.

“Ananya… yeh sirf sex nahi tha. Yeh kuch aur tha. Kuch jo main words mein nahi keh sakta.”

Maine muskuraate hue kaha —

“Main jaanti hoon. Mere body ne bhi pehli baar itni depth se saans li hai.”

Usne mere maathe pe kiss liya. Phir hothon pe. Halka. Pyaar bhara.

“Agar tum chaho… to yeh kahani yahin khatam ho sakti hai. Ya phir… hum ise continue rakh sakte hain. Jaisa tum kaho. Koi zabardasti nahi. Kabhi bhi tum rok sakti ho.”

Maine uska haath pakda. Apne dil pe rakha. Phir neeche le jakar apni abhi bhi geeli chut pe.

“Continue rakho… Rohit. Is baar loneliness nahi rahegi. Aur agli baar… main tumhe aur bhi dheere se pagal karungi.”

Bahar suraj nikal raha tha. Room mein abhi bhi hamari khushboo faili hui thi — paseene ki, ras ki, aur kisi nayi shuruaat ki. Dil mein ek mithas thi jo saalon se gayab thi.

Aur woh mithas… sirf ek raat ki nahi thi.