“Sir Mat Bolo Abhi” — Naam Nikalte Hi Case Completely Turn Ho Gaya

Mera naam Divya hai. Umr athais saal. Main ek sarkari daftar mein kaam karti hoon — files, notesheet, sign, chakkar aur intezaar. Room mein fan ki aawaz, files ki smell, aur bahar corridor mein jooton ki aahat. Log mujhe shaant samajhte hain. Main kaam nipata deti hoon, kam bolti hoon, saree theek se pehenti hoon, aur nazrein zyada der kisi pe nahi tikati.

Par Ajay ko yeh sab dikhta tha.

Ajay usi daftar mein officer the. Mujhse thode bade, saaf uniform, seedhi kamar, aur aankhein jo file se zyada insaan pe ruk jaati thin. Pehli baar unhone mujhe tab dekha jab main ek moti file lekar unke room ke bahar khadi thi. Haath mein file bhaari thi, maathe pe halki paseene ki chamak thi, saree ka pallu kandhe pe sarak aaya tha. Unhone darwaza khola aur ek pal ke liye bas dekhte reh gaye.

“Aa jaiye,” unhone kaha. Aawaz mein kaam se zyada kuch aur tha.

Main andar gayi, file table pe rakhi, aur page khol ke dikhane lagi. Woh sun rahe the, par unki nazar baar-baar mere chehre se neeche jaati — gale ki chain pe, saree ki border pe, phir mere haathon pe jo file thaame hue the. Mujhe ehsaas ho gaya tha. Dil ki dhadkan thodi tez hui, lekin maine baat file pe hi rakhi.

Us din ke baad Ajay mere peeche-peeche ghumne lage.

Subah daftar aate hi poochte, “Divya ji, aapki file kahan tak pahunchi?”

Dopahar ko corridor mein mil jaate, “Chai ho jaye?”

Shaam ko jab sab nikalne lagte, jaan-boojhkar mere section ke paas khade ho jaate.

Woh fida the. Yeh chhipta nahi tha.

Woh mera aane-jaane ka time yaad rakh lete. Main canteen jaati to woh bhi aa jaate. Lift mein akeli hoti to peeche se aa jaate. File ke bahane mere table ke paas khade rehte, itne paas ki unki asteen meri saree se chhoo jaaye. Kabhi jaan-boojhkar file mere haath se lete, ungliyan meri ungliyon pe ruk jaati thin.

“Haath thande hain aapke,” ek din unhone dheere se kaha.

Maine file kheench li, “Sir, sign kar dijiye.”

Woh muskuraye, par file turant nahi kholi. Nazrein mere chehre pe tikayi. “Aap hamesha itni jaldi mein rehti hain, Divya.”

Main chup rahi. Andar halchal ho rahi thi. Unki aawaz bhaari thi, aur us bhaaripan mein ek bhookh thi jo main pehchan rahi thi.

Hafto tak yahi chala. Woh aage-peeche daudte. Kabhi mere case ko priority dete, kabhi bekaar si query laga ke mujhe apne room bulaate, kabhi der shaam tak rok lete ki “ek page aur check karna hai.” Main samajh gayi thi — file bahana hai. Asli cheez main hoon.

Ek din baarish ho rahi thi. Daftar khaali hone laga. Mere paas ek zaroori file thi, jiske bina aage kaam nahi badhta. Unka sign chahiye tha. Main unke room gayi. Corridor sunsaan tha. Fan ki aawaz aur baarish ki tap-tap.

Room mein woh akele the. Chair pe peeche jhuke hue, shirt ke upar ke do button khule. Unhone mujhe dekha aur darwaze ki taraf ishara kiya.

“Band kar dijiye.”

Maine darwaza band kiya. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha.

File table pe rakh di. “Sir, bas sign chahiye.”

Woh file kholi, page palta, par padh nahi rahe the. Nazrein mujh pe thin. “Aaj der ho gayi aapko.”

“File zaroori hai.”

Woh chair se uthe aur mere paas aa gaye. Itne paas ki main peeche sarak gayi, kamar table se lag gayi. Unki khushboo — halki aftershave aur garam jild. Unhone file ek taraf sarka di.

“Divya… aap jaanti ho na, main kitne dino se aapko dekh raha hoon.”

Meri saans atak gayi. “Sir… yeh baatein mat—”

“Mat kaho sir abhi.” Unhone dheere kaha. Ungli mere gaal ke paas aayi, chhui nahi, bas hawa mein ruki. “Aap jab file lekar aati ho, aapka pallu sarakta hai. Jab jhukti ho, gardan ki nas ubhar’ti hai. Jab naraaz hoti ho, honth bheench leti ho. Main sab dekhta hoon.”

Mere shareer mein sehran daud gayi. Nipples saree-blouse ke andar sakht ho gaye. Sharm bhi aayi, gussa bhi, aur uske neeche ek garmi bhi jo main chhupa nahi paa rahi thi.

Unhone mera haath pakda. File ki taraf nahi, bas haath. Angoothe se meri hatheli sehlayi. “Aapko maza nahi aa raha kya, jab main aapke kareeb aata hoon?”

Maine moonh khola, inkaar karna tha, par aawaz kaanp gayi. “Ajay… daftar mein—”

Naam nikal gaya. Woh muskuraye, jaise jeet mil gayi ho.

Phir unhone mujhe table ki taraf aur kheencha. Ek haath kamar pe rakha. Garam hatheli, saree ke upar se bhi garmi utar rahi thi. Doosra haath gaal pe aaya, phir honthon ke kone pe. Maine aankhein band kar liin.

Pehla kiss dheema tha. Sirf honthon ka sparsh. Phir dabaav badha. Unki jeebh ne honth khole. Meri saans unki saans mein mil gayi. “Umm…” mere gale se aawaz nikal gayi, jise main rok nahi paayi.

Haath kamar se upar gaya, pasliyon pe, phir blouse ke kinare pe ruka. Unhone poocha nahi. Ungli andar sarkaayi. Garam jild. Bra ka cup. Unhone stan ko hatheli mein bhar liya.

“Aah…”

“Itni naram…” unhone fusfusaya aur nipple ko ungliyon ke beech dabaaya. Bijli si daud gayi. Meri kamar table pe aur dab gayi. Jaanhein apne aap sikud gayin.

Woh dono stanon ko blouse aur bra ke upar se masalne lage, phir bra neeche sarkaayi. Moonh gardan pe chala gaya — kiss, halki daant ki ragad, phir nipple moonh mein. Jeebh gol ghumi, phir zor se choosa.

“Aahh… Ajay… dheere… yahan koi…”

“Koi nahi hai.” Unhone doosra stan bhi moonh mein liya. Mere haath unke baalon mein chale gaye. Main unhe dhakelna chahti thi, par pakad rahi thi. Shareer dhoka de raha tha. Choot geeli hone lagi thi, panty chipak rahi thi.

Unhone pallu hataaya. Haath jaangh pe gaya, petticoat ke upar se upar sarka. Panty ke kinare pe ungli ruki, phir andar. Geelapan ungli pe lag gaya.

“Divya… tum bheegi ho chuki ho.”

Sharm se chehra jal gaya, par kamar unki ungli ki taraf badh gayi. Unhone ek ungli andar daali. Dheere. Phir do. Angootha clit pe ghumne laga.

“Aah… aah… wahan… mat roko…” Mere moonh se aawaazein nikal rahi thin, jinhe main daba rahi thi aur jo dab nahi rahi thin.

Woh ghutnon ke bal baith gaye. Meri ek taang unke kandhe pe. Panty side mein. Jeebh choot pe lagi — lambi chaat, clit pe gol ghumav, phir choosna. Mere dono haath table ke kinare kas gaye.

“Aahhh… Ajay… jeebh… ummm… main…”

Woh nahi ruke. Ungliyan andar ghumti rahin, jeebh clit pe tez hui. Mera shareer akadne laga. Pair kaanpe. “Aahhh… aa rahi hoon… Ajay… aahhh…”

Pehla climax aaya. Ras bah nikal. Unhone chaatte hue thaama. Main table pe almost baith gayi, saansein toot rahi thin, saree bikhri hui, blouse khula, stan bahar, gardan pe unki laar ki chamak.

Woh uthe. Belt kholi. Lund bahar aaya — lamba, tana hua, sir geela. Unhone mera haath pakad ke uspe rakha. “Dekho… kitne dino se aisa hi rehta hoon tumhare liye.”

Meri ungliyan apne aap chalne lagin. Upar-neeche. Unhone aah bhari. “Moonh mein lo, Divya.”

Main jhuki. Jeebh se sir chaata, phir moonh mein liya. Gehra nahi pehle, phir aur andar. Unki ungliyan mere baalon mein thin. “Aah… chuso… aur… umm…”

Thodi der baad unhone mujhe uthaya, chair ghumayi, mujhe baithaya, taangein failayi, aur lund choot ke moonh pe rakha. Aankhon mein aankhein.

“Bolo agar rokna hai.”

Maine sar hilaya. Rokna nahi tha. “Andar… dheere…”

Woh dheere ghuse. Poora. Maine honth kaat liye, phir aawaz nikal hi gayi, “Aahhh… bada… ah…”

Phir dhakke. Pehle lambe aur dheeme, har baar poora andar tak. Mere stan hil rahe the. Unhone ek stan moonh mein liya, kamar pakdi, raftaar badhayi. Room mein maas ki takkar, meri dabi karahein, unki bhaari saansein.

“Aah… zor se… wahan… Ajay… chodo… aahh…”

Doosra climax paas tha. Unhone clit pe angootha rakha, dhakke tez kiye. Main chair pe akad gayi. “Aahhhh… aa rahi… mat nikaalo…”

Woh andar hi jhad gaye. Garam bhar gaya. Main unki gardan se chipak gayi, kaanpti hui.

File table ke kinare padi thi, abhi bhi bina poore sign ke. Unhone mere maathe pe honth rakhe aur dheere kaha, “Sign baad mein hoga. Abhi tum ja nahi rahi.”

Main jaanti thi. Baarish abhi ho rahi thi. Daftar khaali tha. Aur mera shareer abhi bhi unki ungliyon ke neeche sehr raha tha.

Yeh sirf shuruaat thi.

Woh mujhe apne sarkari quarter le gaye. Raaste mein car mein haath meri jaangh pe raha. Kabhi pallu ke neeche se choot sehlate, kabhi mere kaan mein kehte, “Aaj raat main tumhe chhodne wala nahi.” Meri saansein phir tez ho jaati thin. “Ajay… gaadi mein mat…” par meri jaanghein khul jaati thin.

Ghar ke andar darwaza band hote hi unhone mujhe deewar se sataya. Saree poori utri. Blouse, bra, petticoat, panty — sab floor pe. Main nangi khadi thi, woh abhi shirt mein. Unhone mujhe dekha jaise koi file nahi, koi daftar nahi, sirf shareer.

“Itne dino se bas yahi socha hai,” unhone kaha aur dono stan moonh mein bhar liye. Is baar jaldi nahi thi. Lambe time tak choosa, kaata, jeebh feri. Mere nipples dukhne lage, phir bhi main sar peeche kiye aahen bharti rahi, “Aah… aur… mat chhodo…”

Bed pe unhone mujhe litaya. Taangein kandhon tak. Pehle sirf moonh. Jeebh andar tak, ungliyon ke saath. Main chadar kas’ti, kamar uthati, unke baalon mein ungliyan fansati. “Aahh Ajay… jeebh wahan… clit… zor se chuso… ummm… pagal kar diya…”

Teesra climax moonh pe aaya. Mera ras unke honthon aur thodi pe tha. Unhone chaata aur upar chad aaye.

Is baar saamne-saamne. Dheeme lambe dhakke. Aankhein mili hui. Har dhakke pe main unki peeth pe naakhoon chalati. “Ajay… mujhe baandh lo… daftar mein bhi… ghar mein bhi… aah…”

“Baandh liya hai,” unhone kaha aur raftaar badhayi. Bed ki aawaz, shareer ki aawaz, meri aawaz — sab ek ho gayi. “Aahh… maaro… gehra… main phir se… aahhh…”

Woh andar jhad gaye. Nikaale nahi. Andar hi pade rahe, chuumte rahe, stan sehlate rahe, jab tak lund phir sakht na ho gaya.

Raat mein chauthi baar shower mein hui. Paani gir raha tha. Woh peeche se aaye, meri taang uthayi, andar ghuse. Ek haath stan pe, ek clit pe. Mera matha deewar se laga. Aawaazein tiles pe goonji. “Aah… is kone se… bahut gehra… Ajay… chodo… zor se… main giri ja rahi…”

Woh baal pakad ke gardan pe moonh lagaye rahe. Main paani ke neeche kaanpte hue aa gayi, woh bhi andar.

Subah hone tak shareer dard mein tha aur phir bhi maang raha tha. Woh chai banane gaye, laute to main chadar mein lipti thi. Unhone chadar hatayi, jaanghein kholi, aur phir se jeebh laga di. Maine unki kalaai pakdi, “Abhi dukh raha hai…”

“Toh halke-halke,” unhone kaha aur halke hi kiya — itne halke ki main aur geeli ho gayi. “Aah… aise hi… umm… mat roko…”

Dopahar tak hum phir bed pe the. Main unke upar baithi. Khud kamar ghumaa rahi thi. Stan unke chehre ke saamne hil rahe the. Woh nipple marodte, kamar pakadte, neeche se dhakka dete. “Divya… tum khud chod rahi ho… dekho kaise baith’ti ho… aah…”

“Chup… ahh… aur pakdo…” maine kaha aur tezi badhayi jab tak chautha ya paanchva climax — main ginti bhool chuki thi — na aa jaaye. Woh bhi mujhme jhad gaye.

Shaam ko unhone woh file nikali jo daftar se saath aa gayi thi. Mere nange shareer ke paas file kholi, pen liya, aur sign kar diya. Phir pen ek taraf rakha aur mujhe phir kheench liya.

“File ho gayi,” unhone mere kaan mein kaha. “Ab tumhari baari har din ki hai.”

Main unki chhati pe leti rahi. Shareer mein unki garmi, andar unka ras, gale pe unke nishaan. Aankhein band thin, par muskaan thi.

Main sarkari daftar mein kaam karti hoon. Log mujhe shaant samajhte hain. Filein lekar chalti hoon, sign karwati hoon, corridor paar karti hoon.

Par ab jab Ajay ka room aata hai, meri saans badal jaati hai. Aur jab darwaza band hota hai, main wahi Divya nahi rehti jo subah daftar mein ghusi thi.

Yeh meri asli kahani hai.

Ajay fida the. Aage-peeche daudte the. Mauka file ka tha.

Maza mujhe bhi aaya.

Aur ab har sign ke baad kahani phir shuru hoti hai.