Garib Majdoor Ladki Ne Vimal Ki Lalach Mein Apni Izzat Bech Di

Main Raju, umar pachchis, hamare gaon ke bade khet ka malik hoon. Baap ke marne ke baad sara kaam mere sir pe aa gaya tha. Das bigha khet, char majdoor aur ek ladki. Us ladki ka naam Sunita tha. Umar bees-ikkis ke aaspaas. Gaon ke kinare jhuggi mein rehti thi. Baap sharabi, maa bimar, chhota bhai school jata tha. Sunita subah se shaam tak hamare khet mein kaam karti. Gehun nikalna, ghaas kaatna, paani dena—sab.

Pehli baar maine use kareeb se dekha tha jab main khet ka nirikshan karne gaya. Woh ghutno ke bal baithi hui ghaas kaat rahi thi. Patli saari kamar mein baandhi hui, upar ki blouse phati hui. Paseene se bheegi blouse uske doodhon pe chipak rahi thi. Gol-gol bade doodh saaf dikh rahe the. Patli kamar, gol chutad aur jab woh jhukti to saari ke neeche se jaanghon ki safedi nazar aa jati. Chehra kala-sa par aankhen badi-badi. Honth gulabi.

Maine socha—saali itni garib hai, koi pati nahi, koi sahara nahi. Agar thodi si madad karun to shayad... lekin maine khud ko roka.

Main uske paas gaya. “Sunita, paani pee le. Dhoop bahut tez hai.”

Woh uthkar khadi ho gayi. Sir neeche jhukaye boli, “Ji malik. Dhanyavad.”

Maine paani ki bottle di. Uski ungliyan mere haath se chhu gayin. Naram thin. Mere lund mein halchal hui. Maine munh pher liya.

Us din shaam ko ghar aakar maine muth mari. Sunita ke doodh, uski geeli saari, uske chutad—sab yaad karke. Maal nikalte waqt maine socha tha—ek din zaroor.

Doosre din phir gaya. Woh akeli khet ke kone mein ghaas kaat rahi thi. Baaki majdoor door the. Main paas jakar baith gaya. “Sunita, ghar ka kya haal hai? Baap to sharab peeta hi rehta hoga.”

Woh chup rahi. Phir dheere se boli, “Malik, ghar ki baat mat poochho. Dinbhar kaam karke raat ko roti bhi mushkil se milti hai.”

Maine jeb se Vimal ka ek chhota packet nikala. Gaon mein Vimal ka chalan bahut tha. Garib log iske bina nahi reh sakte the. “Le, ye le le. Thodi si raahat milegi.”

Woh hairaan hokar dekhne lagi. “Malik... ye... main nahi le sakti. Baap ko pata chal gaya to...”

“Baap ko batane ki zaroorat nahi. Chupke se rakh le. Tere kaam ke liye inaam hai.”

Woh jhijhki. Phir haath badhakar le liya. “Dhanyavad malik.”

Maine uski aankhon mein dekha. Woh jhat se nazrein chura li. Us din bhi shaam ko muth mari. Is baar zyada zor se. Socha—dheere-dheere kaam banega.

Teesre din maine jaanboojhkar der tak khet mein ruka. Sunita paani bharne gayi thi. Kuen ke paas akeli thi. Main peeche se gaya. “Sunita...”

Woh chonk gayi. Paani ki balti lagbhag gir gayi. “Malik... aap... idhar?”

“Tujhe dekh raha tha. Bahut mehnat karti hai tu. Thak to nahi gayi?”

Woh muskurayi. Pehli baar muskurayi. “Malik, garib ki mehnat kabhi khatm nahi hoti.”

Maine phir Vimal ka bundle nikala. Is baar poora bundle. Das packet. “Ye le. Aaj ka inaam. Ghar le jake baap ko mat dikhana. Khud kha le ya bech le. Paise aa jayenge.”

Woh bundle dekhkar aankhen phaadkar reh gayi. “Malik... itna... kyun?”

“Kyunki tu acchi hai. Mehnati hai. Aur...” maine rukkar kaha, “tujhe dekhkar accha lagta hai.”

Woh sharma gayi. Gaal laal ho gaye. “Malik... aisi baatein... theek nahi. Main... main garib hoon. Aap bade aadmi ho.”

Maine uska haath pakad liya. Naram haath. “Garib-amir ka kya. Dil to ek hi hai.”

Woh haath chhudane ki koshish karne lagi lekin maine pakde rakha. “Malik... chhod do... koi dekh lega...”

Maine chhod diya. Woh bhaag gayi. Lekin us shaam jab woh ghar ja rahi thi to maine dekha—uske haath mein Vimal ka bundle tha.

Raat ko maine phir muth mari. Is baar Sunita ke honth, uske doodh, uski chut ki kalpana karke. Maal itna nikla ki chaadar geeli ho gayi.

Chauthe din mausam kharab tha. Baadal chhaye hue the. Baaki majdoor ghar chale gaye. Sirf Sunita reh gayi. Gehun ke dher ke paas baithi ghaas chhant rahi thi. Main paas gaya. “Sunita, aaj akeli hai tu?”

Woh sir uthakar boli, “Ji malik. Baaki chale gaye. Main thoda aur kaam nipata loon.”

Main uske bagal mein baith gaya. “Tu bahut sundar lagti hai jab kaam karti hai.”

Woh sharmayi. “Malik... mazak mat karo.”

“Mazak nahi. Sach keh raha hoon. Tere doodh kitne gol hain. Saari mein chhipe hue bhi dikh jate hain.”

Woh ekdam se khadi ho gayi. “Malik... ye kya baatein kar rahe ho? Main... main aisi ladki nahi hoon.”

Maine bhi khade hokar uska haath pakad liya. “Sunita... sun. Main tujhe sirf kaam wali majdoor nahi samajhta. Tu... tu mujhe acchi lagti hai. Bahut.”

Woh kaanp rahi thi. “Malik... chhod do... meri izzat... ghar wale...”

“Izzat ki baat baad mein. Abhi to sirf baat kar rahe hain. Vimal ka bundle to le hi liya tha tu. Aur bhi chahiye to bol.”

Woh chup ho gayi. Aankhon mein paani aa gaya. “Malik... main garib hoon. Mujhe lalach mat dijiye. Baap sharabi hai. Agar kisi ne dekh liya to...”

Maine uska gaal sehlaya. “Koi nahi dekhega. Khet khali hai. Baadal chhaye hain. Aa ja mere paas.”

Woh peeche hati. “Nahi... nahi malik. Ye galat hai. Main... main kunwari hoon. Shaadi nahi hui.”

Mere lund ne zor se dhakka mara. Kunwari. Aur bhi maza aayega. “Kunwari ho to kya. Pehli baar to kisi na kisi ke saath hoti hai. Main accha rakhunga.”

Woh rone lagi. “Malik... please... mujhe jaane dijiye. Main kaam chhod dungi. Doosre khet mein chali jaungi.”

Maine use jaane diya. Lekin andar se aag lag gayi thi. Raat ko teen baar muth mari. Har baar Sunita ke naam par.

Paanchve din barish ho rahi thi. Halki-halki. Khet mein paani bhara tha. Majdoor nahi aaye. Sirf Sunita aayi. Bheegi saari mein. Blouse transparent ho gaya tha. Kale nipple saaf dikh rahe the. Doodh ke aakaar saaf.

Main khet ke kinare bane chhote se phoos ke chhapper mein baitha tha. Jahan auzar rakhe jate the. Sunita kaam karne aayi to maine bulaya. “Sunita, idhar aa. Barish mein bheeg jayegi.”

Woh aayi. Chhapper ke andar khadi ho gayi. Paani tapak raha tha. Maine towel diya. “Poonchh le.”

Woh poonchhne lagi. Blouse aur bhi chipak gaya. Maine paas jakar kaha, “Sunita... ab aur intezaar nahi kar sakta. Tu mujhe pagal kar rahi hai.”

Woh kaanp gayi. “Malik...”

Maine uska chehra dono haathon mein liya. “Ek baar choomne de. Sirf ek baar. Phir jo chahe kehna.”

Woh inkaar karne wali thi lekin maine jhukkar uske honth pakad liye. Pehli baar. Naram honth. Thodi si gandh—mitti aur paseene ki. Maine jeebh andar daali. Woh jhatke kha rahi thi lekin maine kamar pakad li. Uski saans tez ho gayi.

“Malik... nahi... chhodo...”

Maine chhod diya. Lekin ab woh bhaag nahi payi. Maine phir se chooma. Is baar gehra. Thook milaya. Uski jeebh bhi dheere-dheere jawab dene lagi. Uski awaaz nikli.

Maine uska blouse upar uthaya. Bade-bade doodh bahar aa gaye. Kale nipple khade. Maine ek nipple munh mein le liya. Choosa. Kata. “Aaaaaahhhh...” pehli baar uski siskari nikli.

“Malik... dard... ho raha hai...”

Maine doosra bhi choosa. Dono doodh daba-dabakar. “Sunita... tere doodh kitne mast hain. Kitne gol.”

Woh deewar se sat gayi. Maine uski saari khol di. Neeche frock jaisi cheez thi. Use bhi upar kiya. Baalon wali chut. Kale ghane baal. Beech mein gulabi daraar. Maine ungli rakhi. Geeli thi. “Saali... pehle se geeli hai tu.”

“Malik... mat karo... main... main kunwari hoon... dard hoga...”

Maine ungli andar daali. Tight. Bahut tight. Khoon ki mahak aane wali thi. Maine ghutno ke bal baithkar uski chut soonghi. Teekhi gandh. Mitti mili hui. Maine jeebh nikali aur chata. “Aahhh... malik...”

Maine uske dono chutad pakadkar chut chatne laga. Jeebh andar-bahar. Clit chata. Woh kaanp rahi thi. Jaanghen band karne ki koshish kar rahi thi lekin maine khol rakhin. “Aaaaaahhhh... ruko... ruko malik... bahut... ajeeb lag raha hai...”

Maine das-pandrah minute sirf chata. Uska paani mere munh mein aane laga. Swad namkeen-meetha. Maine ungliyan andar daalin—do ungliyan. Failaya. “Sunita... teri chut kitni tight hai. Kunwari wali.”

Woh ro rahi thi aur maza bhi le rahi thi. “Malik... mat... mat phado...”

Maine apna lund nikala. Nau inch ka mota lund. Nasen phooli hui. Precum tapak raha tha. Uske munh ke paas le gaya. “Choos. Pehli baar choos.”

Woh jhijhki. Phir munh khola. Lund andar gaya. Dant lag gaye. Maine sir pakadkar dheere-dheere andar kiya. “Aahhh... saali... dant mat laga... jeebh se choos.”

Woh choosne lagi. Anubhavheen lekin koshish kar rahi thi. Gale tak gaya to khansi aayi. Maine bahar nikala. Phir andar. Thook bah raha tha. “Aaaaaahhhh... accha choos rahi hai tu.”

Maine use pet ke bal litaya. Chhapper ke farsh par. Uske chutad upar. Chut ki gulabi daraar saaf dikh rahi thi. Maine lund chut par rakha. “Sunita... ab andar jayega. Dard hoga. Seh le.”

“Malik... please... dheere... main... main dar rahi hoon...”

Maine dheere-dheere dhakka mara. Sirf tip andar gayi. Tight. Bahut tight. Phir aur. “Aaaaaahhhh... dard... dard ho raha hai malik...”

Maine aur dhakka mara. Jhillli phati. Khoon nikla. Maine poora lund andar kar diya. Uski cheekh nikal gayi. “Aaaaaahhhhh... phat gayi... meri chut phat gayi...”

Maine ruka. Andar rakha. Uski peeth sehlayi. “Ab dard kam ho jayega. Saans le.”

Do-teen minute baad maine dheere-dheere hilana shuru kiya. Khoon aur paani mila hua. Chap-chap ki awaaz. “Aahhh... malik... dheere...”

Maine raftaar badhayi. Uske chutad thap-thap kar rahe the. Maine kamar pakadkar zor ke dhakke mare. “Sunita... teri chut kitni garam hai... kitni tight...”

“Aaaaaahhhh... zor... se... mat... aaaaaahhhh...”

Maine bees-pachchis dhakke mare. Phir nikala. Use ulta kiya. Uske pair failaye. Phir se andar. Is baar aamne-samne. Uske doodh mere seene se ragad rahe the. Maine nipple choose. Dhakke tez kiye. “Aahhh... chod... mujhe chod malik...”

Pehli baar usne khud kaha. Maine pagalton ki tarah pelna shuru kiya. Chap-chap-chap. Uski siskariyan. “Aaaaaahhhh... haan... aur tez... phaad do...”

Maine mehsoos kiya—mera maal aane wala hai. “Sunita... andar chhodun?”

“Haan... haan... chhod do... aaaaaahhhh...”

Maine zor ka dhakka markar andar hi maal chhod diya. Garam-garam lava uski kunwari chut mein. Itna ki bahar nikalne laga. “Aahhh... saali... le le mera maal...”

Woh kaanp rahi thi. Aankhen band. Maine lund andar rakha. Maal ris raha tha. Maine ungli se nikala aur uske munh ke paas le gaya. “Chat.”

Woh jhijhki lekin chat liya. “Kadwa hai...”

Maine phir se khada kiya. Das minute aaram karke doosra round shuru kiya. Is baar use god mein liya. Khade-khade. Uske pair meri kamar mein. Lund andar. Maine upar-neeche kiya. Uske doodh mere munh mein. “Aaaaaahhhh... malik... itna gehra...”

Maine deewar se satakar pelna shuru kiya. Thap-thap. Uski gaand mere haathon mein. Maine ek ungli gaand ki daraar mein daali. “Aahhh... wahan mat...”

“Agli baar wahan bhi loonga. Aaj sirf chut.”

Doosra maal bhi andar hi chhoda. Is baar aur zyada. Woh thakkar mere kandhe par gir gayi.

Teesra round maine use kutte ki tarah kiya. Munh neeche, gaand upar. Baal pakadkar. Zor-zor se. “Aaaaaahhhh... maro... maro malik... meri chut phaad do...”

Maine pachas dhakke mare. Har dhakke par chap-chap. Uska paani tapak raha tha. Khoon mila hua. Maine aakhiri maal uske chutad par chhoda. Safed-safed. Phir ungli se uthakar uske munh mein daal diya.

Barish ruk chuki thi. Chhapper ke bahar paani ki awaaz. Maine use saaf kiya. Kapde pehnaye. “Sunita... ab tu meri ho gayi. Roz aana. Vimal ka bundle roz milega. Aur paise bhi.”

Woh chup thi. Aankhon mein paani. “Malik... meri izzat chali gayi... agar kisi ne...”

“Koi nahi janega. Tu chup reh. Main bhi. Aur jab man kare to bata. Main teri gaand bhi marunga. Tujhe garbhavati bhi kar dunga agar chahe.”

Woh rote hue chali gayi. Haath mein Vimal ka naya bundle tha.

Main chhapper mein baitha raha. Lund abhi bhi geela. Sunita ki chut ki mahak haathon par. Aaj se ye khet sirf anaj nahi ugayega. Sunita ki chut bhi.

Agle din woh aayi. Nazrein nahi milayin. Lekin kaam karte-karte mere paas aa gayi. Chupke se boli, “Malik... aaj bhi... Vimal doge?”

Maine muskurakar bundle uski saari mein thoons diya. Aur uske chutad par thapki di. “Haan. Aur aaj shaam ko chhapper mein aana. Aaj gaand bhi azmayenge.”

Woh sharmayi. Lekin inkaar nahi kiya.

Us shaam phir wahi chhapper. Is baar woh khud aayi. Kapde khud khole. Doodh bahar. Chut abhi bhi sooji hui. Maine pehle chut chodi. Phir gaand. Dheere-dheere. Khoon nahi nikla lekin bahut tight thi. Uski cheekhen. Mera maal dono jagah.

Raat ko ghar jakar maine socha—Vimal ke bundle ki keemat kya thi? Kuch nahi. Aur Sunita ki kunwari chut? Anmol.

Ab har hafte do-teen baar. Kabhi khet mein, kabhi chhapper mein. Kabhi raat ko uske jhuggi ke paas. Woh dheere-dheere badal gayi. Pehle roti thi. Ab khud mangti hai. “Malik... aaj zor se chodo. Meri chut mein maal bhar do.”

Maine use apni randi bana liya. Garib majdoor ladki. Vimal ki lalach mein. Aur ab woh khud lalach mein phansi hui hai—mere lund ki.