Teen Saal Ka Intezaar… Ek Raat Ki Asli Chudai

Mera naam Mohan hai. Umar tees. Delhi ke paschimi hisse mein ek saadharan local gym. Pichhle saadhe teen saal se regular jaata hoon. Subah aur shaam. Office, gym, ghar. Zindagi ek hi ghisi-piti lakeer pe chal rahi thi. Koi khaas baat nahi thi. Jab tak Kinjal nahi aayi.

Pehli baar dekha tha April ke doosre hafte mein. Shaam ke saadhe saat baje. Gym mein medium bheed thi. AC ki thandi hawa chal rahi thi, bahar traffic ka shor aur halki dhool ud rahi thi. Main cable row kar raha tha tabhi nazar padi.

Kaale tang sports bra aur dark grey yoga pants mein. Kad saadhe paanch ke kareeb. Kamar itni patli ki dono hatheliyon mein sama jaaye. Gaand gol aur upar ko uthi hui, pants mein poori tarah fit. Doodh firm, size mein bade, bra ke andar se saaf dikh rahe the. Chehra paseene se chamak raha tha. Baal tight joode mein bandhe. Aankhein tez lekin thodi thaki hui.

Mera lund usi pal pants mein tan gaya. Maine wazan chhod diya. Dil zor se dhadakne laga. Saalon baad kisi ladki ko dekhkar aisa laga tha. Yeh body... yeh chaal... dimaag kharab kar degi.

Maine himmat karke paas gaya. Bahut halki awaaz mein bola, “Sorry… squat ka form thoda galat lag raha hai. Peeth gol ho rahi hai. Madad kar doon?”

Usne mudkar dekha. Awaaz naram aur thodi savdhaan thi.

“Umm… haan… thoda bata do.”

Maine uske kandhe se thodi doori banaye rakhkar samjhaya. Haath bilkul nahi lagaya. Bas bola. Usne suna, sir hilaya aur “Dhanyavaad” kehkar wapas machine pe chali gayi. Koi extra muskaan nahi. Koi baat nahi. Bas vinamr.

Us raat ghar jaakar maine do baar muth maari. Sirf uski gaand aur tane hue doodh ko yaad karke. Lekin mann mein saaf tha — yeh ladki aasani se paas nahi aane wali.

Agle chaar din maine jaan-boojhkar usi time gym jaane ki koshish ki. Kabhi woh milti, kabhi nahi. Jab milti toh main sirf namaste karta ya paani ki bottle paas rakhkar chala jaata. Koi zor nahi. Koi flirt nahi.

Paanchve din mauka mila. Woh leg press kar rahi thi aur wazan atak gaya. Maine madad ki.

“Thank you Mohan…” pehli baar usne mera naam liya.

Maine halki muskaan di.

“Koi baat nahi. Dhyan rakhna, wazan achanak mat badhana.”

Usne sir hilaya aur chali gayi. Baat yahin khatm.

Mann mein halki niraasha hui. Itni koshish ke baad bhi koi khaas baatcheet nahi. Lekin maine khud ko samjhaya — jaldbazi mat kar. Asli zindagi mein aise hi hota hai.

Ek hafte baad ek aur mauka bana. Shaam ko gym lagbhag khaali ho raha tha. Maine dekha woh akeli treadmill pe chal rahi hai. Main paas jaakar usi machine pe khada ho gaya.

“Aaj der tak ruk gayi?”

Usne saans lete hue kaha.

“Haan… ghar mein kaam tha subah… isliye shaam ko poora nikaal rahi hoon.”

Thodi baatcheet hui. Office ki, traffic ki, gym ki bheed ki. Usne bataya ki woh ek private firm mein accounts mein kaam karti hai. Parivaar chhota hai — mummy aur ek chhota bhai. Papa nahi rahe.

Maine dhyan se suna. Koi gandi baat nahi ki. Sirf normal. Jab woh utarne lagi toh maine kaha.

“Kal agar form mein koi dikkat ho toh batana.”

Usne halki si muskaan di aur chali gayi.

Us raat phir muth maari. Lekin is baar mann mein sirf shareer nahi, uski baatein bhi ghoom rahi thin. Akeli ladki… zimmedari… thoda alag feel ho raha tha. Aur usi ke saath ek halki si bechaini bhi — ki kahin main kuch galat toh nahi soch raha.

Do din baad maine thodi himmat dikhayi. Usne squat karte time kamar pakadne ko kaha madad ke liye. Maine bahut halkese kamar pe haath rakha. Bas support ke liye.

Uske shareer mein halki si akad aayi. Usne turant kaha.

“Bas… itna kaafi hai. Main khud kar loongi.”

Maine haath hata liya.

“Sorry… zyada ho gaya toh maaf karna.”

Woh chupchaap machine pe wapas chali gayi. Us din aur koi baat nahi hui.

Mann mein gussa aaya khud pe. Jaldbazi kar di. Ab shayad woh door ho jaayegi. Aur sachchai yeh thi ki mujhe dar bhi lag raha tha — dar ki kahin main uski seema paar kar doon.

Agle teen din usne mujhe nazarandaaz kiya. Namaste bhi halkese. Maine samajh liya ki rekha paar ho gayi thi.

Maine wapas soft approach apnaya. Ek hafte tak sirf normal baatein. Kabhi paani ki bottle dena, kabhi wazan rakhne mein madad, kabhi bas muskaan. Dheere-dheere woh phir se baat karne lagi.

Ek din usne khud aakar kaha.

“Mohan… kal meri kamar dard kar rahi thi. Koi achha stretch bataoge?”

Dil mein khushi hui.

“Haan… aao, dikhata hoon.”

Maine stretch sikhaye. Is baar haath bilkul nahi lagaya. Sirf samjhaya. Usne dhyan se suna aur dhanyavaad kaha.

Dheere-dheere hafte beetne lage. Baatein lambi hone lagi. Kabhi office ki thakaan, kabhi bhai ki padhai, kabhi mummy ki sehat. Main sirf sunta. Koi galat baat nahi karta.

Ek din usne kaha.

“Tum… ache ho Mohan. Zyadatar ladke gym mein bas ghoorte rehte hain.”

Maine jawab diya.

“Main bhi ghoorta hoon. Lekin bolta nahi.”

Woh halkese hansi. Pehli baar asli hansi.

Us raat muth maarte time sirf shareer nahi, uski hansi bhi yaad aa rahi thi. Aur saath mein ek ajeeb sa dar — ki main ismein bahut zyada ulajhta ja raha hoon.

Phir ek din maine thodi bold koshish ki. Gym khaali ho raha tha. Maine kaha.

“Kinjal… tumhari body dekhkar… sach bataoon?”

Usne turant moonh pher liya.

“Mohan… aisi baatein mat karo. Main… aisi ladki nahi hoon.”

“Main jaanta hoon. Lekin mann mein aata hai.”

Usne saaf kaha.

“Please… yeh baatein band karo. Main aaram se gym aana chahti hoon.”

Us din woh jaldi chali gayi.

Agle chaar din usne mujhe poori tarah se nazarandaaz kiya. Namaste tak nahi. Main samajh gaya ki phir se rekha paar ho gayi.

Maine maafi maangi. Ek din paani ki bottle dete hue bola.

“Sorry Kinjal. Galat baat ho gayi. Dobara nahi hogi.”

Usne sirf sir hilaya. Baat khatm.

Do hafte aur beet gaye. Maine phir se dheeraj rakha. Sirf madad, normal baatein, kabhi-kabhi chupchaap saath training. Dheere-dheere woh phir se khulne lagi.

Ek din baarish ho rahi thi. Gym mein bijli chali gayi. Generator chalu hone mein time laga. Hum dono andhere mein baithe the.

Usne dheere se kaha.

“Kabhi-kabhi lagta hai zindagi bahut thaka deti hai…”

Maine kuch nahi bola. Bas suna.

Jab roshni aayi toh usne kaha.

“Dhanyavaad… sunne ke liye.”

Us din pehli baar laga ki shayad thodi si jagah ban rahi hai. Lekin abhi bhi bahut door tha. Aur mann mein ek sawaal baar-baar uth raha tha — kya main sahi kar raha hoon? Kya yeh sab sirf shareer ke liye hai ya kuch aur bhi?

Phir ek shaam. Gym mein sirf hum do bache the. Bahar joron ki baarish. AC aur halki music ke alawa koi awaaz nahi.

Maine himmat karke kaha.

“Kinjal… main tumhe pasand karta hoon. Sirf body nahi… tumhe.”

Usne aankhein neechi kar li.

“Mohan… yeh mumkin nahi. Mere ghar wale… meri zimmedariyan… aur… main darti hoon.”

“Kis baat se?”

“Ki… kahin main kamzor na pad jaoon. Aur baad mein pachhtaun.”

Lambi chuppi rahi.

Maine kaha.

“Main zabardasti nahi karunga. Lekin mann mein ho toh bata dena.”

Woh chupchaap chali gayi.

Us raat neend nahi aayi. Laga sab khatm ho gaya. Aur saath mein ek ajeeb sa khaaliipan bhi.

Agle din woh gym nahi aayi. Doosre din bhi nahi. Teesre din aayi toh chehra thaka hua tha.

Maine kuch nahi poocha. Bas normal training.

Chauthe din shaam ko jab woh jaane lagi toh achanak ruki aur boli.

“Kal… der tak rukna. Baat karni hai.”

Dil zor se dhadka.

Agli shaam gym khaali hone ke baad hum dono locker room ke bahar khade the.

Usne kaha.

“Main… sochti rahi. Tum… alag ho. Lekin main abhi bhi darti hoon. Ek baar… sirf ek baar… dekhna chahti hoon ki kya hota hai. Lekin agar main rokun toh turant ruk jaana.”

Maine sir hilaya.

“Vaada.”

Locker room mein paseene aur sabun ki halki mahak thi. Pankha dheere ghoom raha tha. Bahar baarish ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

Maine bahut dheere se uska chehra apne haathon mein liya aur chooma. Pehle toh woh akad gayi. Uske hoth sakht the. Maine aur dheere se chooma. Thook milaya. Dheere-dheere uske hoth naram padne lage. Usne jawab dena shuru kiya. Lamba, gehra chumban. Saansein tez ho gayi. Maine uski jeebh ko apni jeebh se chhua. Woh thodi kaamp gayi.

“Mohan… dheere…”

Maine uske baalon mein ungliyan ferte hue phir chooma. Is baar aur gehra. Uska shareer deewar se sat gaya. Maine uski kamar pe haath rakha. Usne haath nahi hataya. Bas saansein aur tez ho gayi.

Maine dheere se uski sports bra ke neeche haath daala. Tane hue doodh ka ehsaas hua. Garam aur sakht. Maine bra upar ki. Dono doodh bahar aa gaye. Nipple kade aur gulabi. Maine ek nipple ko moonh mein liya aur halkese choosa. Jeebh se ghumaya.

“Aahhh… umm… Mohan…”

Doosre nipple pe bhi wahi kiya. Dono haathon se doodh masalte hue choosta raha. Kabhi halka kaata, kabhi zor se choosa. Uski kamar apne aap aage ko dhakelne lagi. Maine dono nipple ko ek saath dabaya. Woh sisak padi.

“Aahhh… bahut… sensitive hain… dheere…”

Maine bra poori tarah utaar di. Phir yoga pants ke elastic mein ungliyan daali. Dheere-dheere neeche khincha. Uske andar koi panty nahi thi. Geeli-geeli chut saamne aa gayi. Baal saaf, gulabi hoth sooje hue, beech mein chamak.

“Mohan… mat dekho aise… sharm aa rahi hai…”

Maine ghutnon ke bal baithkar uski chut ko nazdeek se dekha. Phir soongha. Paseene aur chut ki mili-juli tez khushboo. Jeebh nikaalkar neeche se upar tak lamba chaata. Uske shareer mein sihran daud gayi.

Maine dono haathon se uske chut ke hoth failaye aur clit pe jeebh ghumayi. Dheere-dheere, phir tez. Do ungliyan andar ghusaai. Chhap… halki geeli awaaz. Andar ki deewarein garam aur tight thin. Maine ungliyan ghumayi, bahar nikali, phir andar. Saath mein clit choosta raha.

“Aaaahhh… kya kar rahe ho… aahhh… ruko… thoda…”

Maine nahi roka. Aur tez chaata. Uski taangein kaampne lagi. Paani mere moonh aur thodi pe lagne laga. Maine teesri ungli bhi andar daal di. Chhap-chhap ki awaaz tez ho gayi. Woh deewar pakadkar khadi thi, kamar khud aage dhakel rahi thi.

“Aahhh… Mohan… bahut ho gaya… aaaahhh…”

Maine ungliyan nikaalkar uski chut ka paani chakh a. Phir phir se chaatne laga. Is baar aur zor se. Kabhi clit choosta, kabhi andar jeebh ghusaata. Uski siskaariyan tez hoti ja rahi thin. Awaaz badal rahi thi — pehle sharmili, ab madbhari.

Bahut der tak yahi karta raha. Jab woh kaampte-kaampte lagbhag girne wali hui tabhi main utha.

Mera lund tana hua tha. Maine trackpants neeche ki. Lund bahar nikla — mota, nason wala, aage se chamakta hua.

Usne dekha aur aankhein badi kar li. Maine uske kandhe dabaye.

“Choos ise.”

Woh jhuk gayi. Pehle sirf aage ka hissa moonh mein liya. Jeebh se chaata. Phir dheere-dheere aur andar. Maine uske baal pakadkar halkese dhakke diye. Gale tak. Thook lund pe behne laga.

“Glup… uuuhh… glup…”

Maine kuch der tak moonh mein pelta raha. Phir nikala. Lund poori tarah chamak raha tha.

Uski chut ab poori tarah se tapak rahi thi. Taangon ke andar paani ki lakeerein thin.

“Mohan… ab… andar… daalo…”

Maine use deewar se sataya. Lund chut ke moonh pe rakha. Dheere se dhakka diya.

“Aaaahhhh… andar… dheere… aahhh…”

Poora ghus gaya. Tight chut ne jakad liya. Garam deewarein phadak rahi thin.

Maine uski kamar pakadkar zor-zor se dhakke maarne shuru kiye. Har dhakke ke saath chhap-chhap ki geeli awaaz goonjti, uski gaand thap-thap karti aur woh aaaahhhh… haan… aur tez… ki siskaariyan bharti. Kabhi tez, kabhi dheema, lekin lay lagataar bani rehti. Paseena dono ke shareer pe beh raha tha.

Achanak bahar darwaze ki awaaz aayi. Dono saham gaye. Maine lund andar hi roke rakha. Saansein rok li.

Thodi der baad sannata.

Phir se shuru. Is baar aur tez. Uski chut se paani tapakne laga.

“Chodo… aur zor se… meri chut… aaaahhhh…”

Woh kaampte hue jhad gayi. Chut zor se bhinch gayi. Maine bhi andar hi maal chhod diya. Garam dhaarein.

Dono thakkar deewar se lag gaye.

Thodi der baad doosra round. Bench pe. Aamne-saamne. Taangein kandhon pe.

Maine phir se ghusaya. Is baar aur gehra. Har dhakke ke saath uski saansein toot rahi thin, chhap-chhap ki awaaz aur tez ho rahi thi, aur woh aaaahhhh… madarchod… faad do… kehkar sisak rahi thi. Paseena aankhon mein aa raha tha. Bench halkese charamra raha tha.

Doosri baar phir andar.

Teesra round mat pe. Doggy mein. Gaand upar. Maine ungli bhi gaand mein daali.

“Mohan… bas… ab… aaaahhh…”

Aakhiri baar bhi andar hi.

Baad mein dono chupchaap lete rahe. Shareer chipchipa. Maal taangon pe beh raha tha.

Usne dheere se kaha.

“Yeh… galat tha na?”

Maine jawab diya.

“Pata hai. Lekin… rok nahi paaya.”

Safai ki. Kapde pahne. Yoga pants geeli ho chuki thi, chipak rahi thi. Thoda ajeeb sannata.

Jaate-jaate usne kaha.

“Agli baar… sochkar batana. Main… abhi bhi dari hui hoon.”

Maine uski peeth pe halkese haath fera.

“Theek hai. Jab tum kahogi.”

Ghar jaate time mann bhaari bhi tha, halka bhi. Itne dino ki mehnat, itni baar ka inkaar, itni baar ka intezaar… aakhirkaar jo hua, woh aasaan nahi tha. Aur shayad isiliye zyada asli laga. Lekin saath mein ek sawaal bhi chal raha tha — aage kya hoga? Kya yeh sirf ek raat thi, ya kuch aur?