Driver Aslam ki Rand Dr.Kamya

Kamya ek ajeeb se ehsaas ko feel karti hai.. bilkool waisa ehsaas jaisa usne tab mehsoos kiya tha jab Aslam ne usse tempo se utarte waqt uski navel pe kiss kiya…Wo Aslam k kahani se itna emotinal feel karti hai.. ki wo rote huye Aslam ko dur hatane ka sochti bhi nahi hai… Sath hi wo Erotic bhi feel kar rahi thi.. wo bas Aslam ko hatana nahi chah rahi thi.. pata nahi kyun.. par wo iss feeling ko pasand kar rahi thi..

– “Ha Aslam.. bilkool thik ho javge tum.”
Aur uska hath apne aap Aslam k sar ke piche chala jata hai.. Aslam ek dam se aur excited feel karta hai.. aur Kamya ko aur joro se bhich leta hai…aur dhire se apna ek haath k panja Kamya ki gand par rakh deta hai..aur uski komal gand ko mehsoos karne lagta hai…

Kamya bhi iss erotic ehsaas mai thodi dubne lagti hai.. par ek dam se uski najar uski aur uske pati ki desk pe padi huyi picture pe jati hai.. aur wo sochti hai
( Ye kya ho raha hai.. nahi nahi.. mujhe ye sab nahi karna chahiye…)
WO Aslam ko dur hata ne ka sochti hai.. aur uska haath Aslam k sir se hath jata hai.. wo chahkar bhi Aslam ko nahi hata pati.. Wo Aslam ko kisi bhi tarah se gussa nahi karna chahti thi…
Aur uska ego aur challenging behaviour bhi usse ye karne se rok raha tha…
(Nahi nahi…mai ye kya kar rahi hu..? Mujhe Aslam ko thik karna hai.. ek dost ki tarah…mujhe uske har dukh ka illaj karna hai.. aur agar mai usske ek chota sa dilasa bhi na de pau to phir mai uska illaj kya kar paungi…?? Aur mai sirf kisiki biwi hi nahi ek DOCTER bhi hu.. aur apne patient ko thik karne k liye mujhe esi choti moti cheejo ko sehna hi padega..Logko ki bhalai k liye kai log pata nahi kya kya karte hai.. aur mai sirf ek dukhi insaan ko hug bhi nahi de sakti..!?)
Aur issi soch k sath Kamya k hath Aslam ko hatate huye ruk jata hai..
Aslam bhi samaj chuka tha

Ab ye mujhe kuch bhi karne se nahi rokegi.. Bus mujhe thik se age badhna hai..
(Sali ko aaj Aslam k lund k darshan to karva hi dunga..)

Aur Aslam ek baar muh uthake Kamya ke chehre ki taraf dekhta hai.. aur uske boobs k pahad k upar jaha Kamay ka mangalsutra latka tha.. aur uske uska chehra dekhna ek alag sa erotic ehsaas de raha tha.. Kamya apni soch mai hi khoyi hui thi… iss liye wo Aslam ko nahi dekh pati…

Aslam moke ka fayda uthata hai.. aur apni baat age badhata hai
– ” Tum sach mai bahot acchi ho.. Agar tumne mera illaj karne se mana kar diya hota to main atmahatya karleta… Please kuch bhi ho jay mera illaj mat chodna…”
– “Nahi Aslam mai wada karti hu… Mai kuch bhi ho jay jab tak tum nahi kahoge ki tum thik ho tab tak mai tunhari har baat puri karungi…Tumhe jaroor thik karoongi..”
– “Dekh sali… Ab wada kiya hai.. Agar pura na kiya to tu do baap ki”

Ye sun k Kamya Aslam ko chod deti hai…Aur 2 kadam piche hat jati hai.. Kamya k liye ye baat samajhna thoda atpata tha..
– “Matlab?”
– “Matlab.. k tu 2 baap ki”
– “HA wahi to.. uska matlab kya ??”
– “Matlab.. Agar tune meri baat naa mani to isska matlab tu ye proof degi k teri maa bhi ek randi hai aur wo do mardo se chudwati hai… aur usse hi nahi pata tera asli baap kon hai.. Samjhi.. ?? Bol manjoor”

Aslam k muh par ek kameeni muskan aa gai…
Kamya ek ajeeb si uljhan mai thi…Agar wo Aslam ka oppose karegi to wo usse gussa karegi jo wo bilkul nahi chahti thi.. aur agar wo iss baat k bad oppose karegi bhi to uski maa randi sabit ho jaygi…
Kamya apni maa k bareme esi baat sun k thoda gussa jaroor hui.. par phir Aslam ki bimari ko yaad karke chup ho gai.. Thoda sochne k baad wo boli

– “Thik hai…MAi tumhari har baat manungi.. Par please tum meri maa ko koi gali mat do.. Jo bhi bolna hai please mujhe bolo.. Mujhe tum kuch bhi gali do chalega.. Kuch bhi bolo mai karungi.. par meri maa ko iss mai mat khicho”
– ” Chal thik hai… Apni Randi ki ek baat to mai man hi sakta hu..”

Kamya esi bato se pata nahi kyun par excited feel kar rahi thi.. Uska dil ek aur chah raha tha k Aslam aur bhi esi bate bole… aur wo sune.. PAr uske sanskar.. uski soch ye baat manane se usse rok rahi thi.. Wo yeh baat admit nahi karna chah rahi thi.. PAr Wo Aslam ko rokna bhi nahi chah rahi thi…
Apne iss maje ko wo ander hi ander duty ka name de rahi thi.. (Ye to Aslam ki bimari hai.. wo jo bhi kar raha hai apni bimari k vajah se kar raha hai.. Iss liye mujhe bura nahi manana chahiye..)

Aslam k muh se RANDI sun k usse ek ajeeb sa maja aata tha…Wo Excitement feel hota tha jo shayad usse Sameer k sath kabhi nahi mili..
Thodi der apni jagah par khade rehne k baad KAmya apni khursi k aur chal di.. Aur wo beth ti iss se pehle hi desk pe pada huva Landline phone baj pada…Trinnnnnnnnn

Samne se awaaz ayi
– “Hello…” Aur phir ek dam se khamoshi cha gai…

Wo phone Sameer ka tha… Kamya ne jaise hi phone utha ke Sameer ki awaaz suni to wo samaj na payi wo Aslam ke samne kya baat kare…Aslam ke samne Sameer ka phone ane se Kamya thodi jhep gai.. Uska man nahi tha Sameer se baat karne ka iss waqt par wo sameer ko mana bhi nahi kar sakti thi.. Wo thodi shock thi kyun ki Sameer ne Mobile ki jagah landline pe phone kiya tha aur wo bhi iss waqt call ki thi jab k wo jis country me tha waha iss waqt raat hoti hai.. (Kuch problem to nahi hogi?? ) Ye khayal ate hi Kamya thodi ghabra gai… Ek anhoni ka andesha ate hi wo ar si gai… Sameer k awaaz ek dam se band hone ki wajah se wo thodi jyad ghabra gai thi..
– “Hello hello.. Sameer???”

Iss waqt Aslam KAmya ko dekh k tay nahi kar pa raha tha k Kamya phone pe baat kyun nahi kar rahi hai.. (Shayad line mai problem hogi..!) Par usse iska koi fark nahi tha.. Thodi ghabrai hui kamya k boobs lambi sanse lene ki wajah se tight kurte mai upar niche ho rahe the.. Jise dekh ke Aslam ko bahot maja aa raha tha… Ek to Kamya ka dress Skin tight tha.. Upar se KAmya ne dupatta bhi nahi dala tha aur phir Kamya jaise khadi thi uske boob ka side view Aslam ko dikh raha tha, Side view se upar niche hote boobs kuch jyada hi sexy lag rahe the… Niche Kamya k dress k side slit (Kamar k pass ka Kurte ka cut) thodi upar tak thi.. Jiski vajah se Kamya ki nangi kamar k bhi Aslam ko darshan ho rahe the.. Wo dhire dhire apne lode pe apni ungli ghuma raha tha.. taki Kamya usse dekh na le..

– “Hello Sameer.. Kya huva?? Javab kyun nahi dete??”
– “Haaa.. .hello… Ha Kamya.. Darling wo thoda signal week tha… Par ab mai road pe hu.. Ab awaaz saaf aa rahi hai… tumhe bhi awaaz saaf aa rahi hai na..”
– “HA darling bilkool saaf aa rahi hai..”

Kamya ko Darling bolne k baad khayal aya k Aslam bhi vahi betha hai.. Aur uske samne wo regular tarah se baat nahi kar sakti… Aur jab ki phone Landline pe aya tha.. to wo bahar bhi nahi jaa sakti thi.. Waise drawing room mai bhi ek connection tha.. par Aslam k samne se yun jana usse thik nahi laga.. aur nahi Aslam ko bahar jane ka wo bol sakti thi.. wo bhi tab jab Sameer phone pe tha… Wo Sameer ko bilkool nahi batana chahti thi k wo kisi Aslam jaise insaan ki treetment kar rahi hai… Ab jo bhi baat karni thi wo Aslam k samne hi karni thi…

– “To kaisi ho… ? Missing me?”
– “Mai thik hu.. Waise aapne abhi kyun phone kiya? Apke waha to der raat hogi na??”
– “Wo darasal me yaha ek party mai aya tha.. der raat ho gai.. tumhari bahot yaad aa rahi thi to tumhe phone kiya.. Really missing u a lot”
– “I miss u a lot too..”
– “Kya kar rahi ho abhi..?”
– “Main…?” Kamya ne socha, kya batau.. Aslam ke bare mai to bata nahi sakti..Kamya ne jhoot bola
– “Wo mai abhi clinic se lauti.. to thodi fresh hoke ghar k kaam kar rahi hu…Waise aapne
landline pe phone kyun kiya…??”
– “Wo tumhare mobile pe pehle call ki thi.. par tumne uthaya hi nahi.. To baad mai maine landline pe call kiya…
– “Wo ha…lagta hai phone main bedroom mai hi bhool gai..”
– “Waise aaj party mai sab couples ko dekh k laga.. tum bhi shayad saath hoti to kitna accha hota… Main soch raha tha tum bhi yaha hi aa jav.. waise bhi tum waha akele bor hoti hogi.. Main to agle 2-3 hafte wapas nahi aa paunga.. par tum to yaha aahi sakti ho..?”
– “Main.. Tumhare pass??”
Kamya ko bahot accha laga jab Sameer ne usse ye kaha… par phir ekdam se usse Aslam k khayal aya.. (Agar main chali gai to iss ka kya hoga??Nahi nahi mai itni swarthi nahi ho sakti.. Mujhe isse thik karna hi hai… Aur wo Sameer k yaha na hone par hi ho payga..)
Wo iss dauran Aslam ki taraf bhi dekhti hai.. Aslam bhi usse hi ghur ghur k dekh raha tha.. jisse dekh kar Kamya apni palke jhuka ke muh ghuma leti hai… Pata nahi par wo uski ankho mai nahi dekh pai…
– “Main bhi ana to chahti hu.. Mera bhi bahot man hai.. Par sorry.. mere bahot appointment hai yaha.. agle hafto k to main nahi aa sakti.. Please try and understand..”
– “Ha.. I understand.. Duty comes first”
– “Sameer.. wo main kya keh rahi thi ki main abhi thodi thaki hui hu… agar tumhe mai raat ko phone karu to chalega?”
– “Ok no problem.. Meri darling ko koi bhi takleef nahi honi chahiye.. U take rest.. I will call u later.. Bye”
– “Bye.. love u”

Phone rakhte huve wo Aslam ki taraf dekti hai aur muskura deti hai.. Phir wo Aslam se kehti hai..
– “Tum yaha betho mai abhi ayi.. wo mera mobile bedroom mai bhul gai hu.. wo leke ati hu..”

Jab wo Mobile leke wapas ayi tab usne dekha Aslam uski taraf bhi nahi dekh raha tha..
Aslam ab apne lode ko control nahi kar paa raha tha.. usse ab age badhna hi tha.. to usne apna hatyar ‘Gusse’ ko kaam me lene ka socha..

Kamya bhi Aslam k serious behaviour ko dekh k samajh na pai k issko kya huva hai…
– “Kya huva Aslam?”

Aslam ek dam gusse ke expression se uske taraf dekhta hai..
– “Kiska phone tha..?? Tera koi yaar tha kya?? Sali Darling Darling keh ke kiss se baat kar rahi thi…??

Kamya ko itni authority aur rudeness se aaj tak kisi ne kuch nahi pucha tha.. Sameer ne bhi nahi.. KAmya ko thoda jhatka sa laga.. Par phir ussne khud ko control kiya
– “Kiska phone tha matlab..?? Mere pati ka tha..!”
– “To phir sali tune usse jhoot kyun bola mere bare mai.. Meri sharm ati hai tujhe ??”
Kamya iss baat ka koi javab na de pai.. Kyn ki ek tarah se Aslam jo keh raha tha wo such tha..

– “Wo…. Wo.. darasal..”
– “Abe baate mat bana sali.. mujhe sab pata hai… tum sali ameer aurate..hum garibo ko ghatiya samajhti ho… hamre chune bharse tumhe nahne ka maan karta hai.. humse khule mai baat karne mai sharma ati hai… kyun?? Sali agar mai garib na hota to tu mujhe esse nicha nahi dikhati”
Aslam janta tha Kamya k pass es ka koi javab nahi hoga.. Jo sach bhi tha

– “Nahi.. Tum galat samajh rahe ho Aslam..”
– “Kuch galat nahi samajh raha ben ki lodi… Mujhe gandu samajh rakha hai kya?”
– “Gandu.. Wo kya hota hai..??”
– “Accha ab tujhe gandu ka matlab bhi nai pata… Gandu hai tera pati.. sali jisse tu ijjat deti hai aur mujhe beijjati”

Kamya nahi samajh pai gandu ka kya matlab hai.. par wo itna jaroor samajh gai k Aslam bahot gusse mai hai aur gandu koi ganda shabd hi hai… Usne defination mai jana uss situation main jaroori nahi samjha..
Kamya ko laga (Aslam ko ab kuch bhi kar ke shant karna hoga.. Kahi wo jyada gussa hoke apne aapp ko koi nuksaan na pohchale.. Nahi nahi.. agar ussne yaha kuch kiya to main kisi ko kya javab dungi.. Aur mai esse kisi insan ko treatment shuru hone se pehle kaise chod du..? Wo kitni umeedo se mere pass illaj karvane aya hai….. Mujhe usse shant karna hi hoga.. uska illaj karna hi hoga.. chahe mujhe kuch bhi karna pade..)

– “Dekho Aslam shant ho jav… Tum har baat ko galat kyun samajhte ho… esi koi baat nahi hai.. Mujhe tumse koi problem nahi hai… naahi tumhare garib hone se koi problem hai..”
– “Accha ab main galat samajh raha hu… Tu mujhe apne clinic mai nahi bulati hai… Tu mujhse khule mai bahar baat nahi karti.. Aur tu apne pati ko bhi mere bare mai nahi batati.. Phir bhi mai galta??”
– “Wo tumhari bimari ki vajah se main kisi ko nahi bata sakti.. ”
– “Sahi kaha.. meri bimari hi sari fasaat ki jaad hai.. Main hu saare fasat ki jaad mujhe mar jana chahiye..” Aur Aslam Desk pe padi huyi scissor ko uthata leta hai…

Isse KAmya ghabra jati hai… aur wo ek dam se jhuk kar Aslam ka hath pakad leti hai.. Desk ke piche se jhukne ki vajah se Kamya ko kafi jhukna padta hai.. Iss vajah se uska cleavage Aslam ki ankho k samne aa jata hai…

Uske done boobs aur unke bich ka clevage saaf taur par Aslam dekh paa raha tha.. Un boobs ko thame rakhne wali pink colour ki bra bi Aslam dekh paa raha tha.. Aslam kuch nahi bolta aur Kamya k boobs ko hi dekhte rehta hai…
Kamya bhi ye note karti hai.. Usse sharm ane k bavjood bhi vo Aslam ka hath chod ke khadi hone ki himmat na kar pai.. usse dar tha ke hath chodte hi Aslam phir se Scissor utha lega… Iss dauran wo sochti hai ( Usman ne sahi kaha tha.. Aslam ko gusse mai ek hi cheej shant kar sakti hai.. Mujhe apni ijjat aur sharm se jyada iss inssan ki jindgi ke baremai sochna chahiye… )

Kamya Aslam ka hath chode bina hi desk k side se Aslam k side mai aa jati hai… Aur apne dusre hath se phir uske haath se kaichi chuda kar desk pe rakhti hai.. usse khada karne ke liye uske haath khichti hai..
Aslam samajh nahi pata ki Kamya kya kar rahi hai ( Kahi ye mujhe yaha se nikalna to nahi chahti…?? Nahi essa nahi ho sakta.. agar esaa huva to sali ka rape bhi kar ke isse apna banaunga)

Darasal Kamya nahi chahti thi Aslam Desk ke pass bethe aur phir wahi harkat kare jo usne abhi ki thi… Kamya ne socha isse dur bethane se accha pass bithaya jay aur esi jagah bithaya jay jaha koi cheej ko ye utha na paay… Iss liye usse piche k sofa par bithana hi sahi hoga.. Par sofe pe usse akele bethne ko nahi keh sakti thi… iss liye usse bhi waha bethna tha…Uske saath
Kamya Aslam ko khinch ke Sofe k pass le gai aur usse ankhon se aur gardan hila ke bethne ka isshara kiya… Phir boli
– “Yaha aaram se betho Aslam… Yaha hum aaram se baate kar sakte hai..”

Aslam kush ho gaya.. wo bhi yahi chahata tha ki usse Kamya k aur pass bethne ko mile…
Aslam jaha behtne ja raha tha waha Kamya ka dupatta pada tha… Kamya ne Aslam ko bethne se roka aur uska dupatta uthaya aur phir usse phir se bethne ko kaha…
Aslam beth gaya.. Kamya ne dupatta utha ke apne sine pe dalna chaha.. par Aslam ne dupatte ka kinara pakad liya aur bola…
– “Ab isski kya jarorat hai… Iss ke bina hi tu mast rapchik lagti hai.. chood isse”

Kamya chahti to nahi thi.. Par wo Aslam ko kisi bhi baat pe mana nahi karna chahti thi.. Ussne apne man ko manaya aur dupatte ko Sofe k hand rest pe rakh diya…Phir boli
– “Agar tum yahi chahte ho to yahi sahi.. chalo nahi dalti mai dupatta… Thik hai? Par uske baad mai tumhe bhi wada karna hoga k tum apne aap ko nuksan pochane ki koi harkat nahi karoge”

Aslam iss baat pe muskura diya aur bola..
– “Ye to abhi ki baat hai.. agar mujhe gussa na aya to mai bhi koi aisi harkat na karu.. wo to jab koi baat mujhe meri pakad se bahar dikhti hai tabhi mai aisa karta hu.. Tu bas mujhe kisi baat pe gussa mat karna… Aur mai apne aap ko control kar lunga..”

Aslam ye bol raha tha tab tak Kamya Aslam k pass sofe pe beth chuki thi.. Aslam sofe k ek kone mai betha tha aur Kamya sofe ke dusre kone mai.. dono k bich kafi fasla tha..
– “Ye kya..?? Itni dur kyun bethi hai.. pass beth mere”
– “Kyun ?? kaha dur hu.. Pass hi to hu..”
Kamya ne paas jaye bina baat ko sambhalte huye kaha…

– “Ohh.. Sali k nakhre phir se shuru ho gaye… Mere pass se tujhe bimari lag jaygi… main ganda hu na.. Mere sharir mai kitanu bhare hai.. Bimari k, garibi k… kyun??”
Aslam ne phir se gussa dikhaya..

Kamya ko laga ab isse dubara gussa hone ka moka nahi dena hai..Kahi ye phir se kuch kar na bethe.. Kamya ne jyada na sochte huye.. Aslam k pass khis gai.. Par thodi duri phir bana rakhi..taki wo Aslam ko chu na jay..
Aslam ne bhi moka dekh k ek dam se apna hath kamya ki gardan k piche se Kamya ke kandhe par dal diya.. aur Kamya ko aur pass kicha.. Kamya na usse rok payi na mana kar pai.. Wo bahot sharma rahi thi aur excite feel kar rahi thi…. usse aaj tak kisi ne itne apne pan se paas bithaya tha.. Waise ye uski high society mai normal baat thi.. par uska kabhi koi bf ya male friend nahi tha jo usse esa kuch kar sake.. Aur Sameer bahot formal tha… ek dam se kuch karna uske nature mai hi nahi tha… Shayad iss liye bhi Kamya ko ye baat acchi lag rahi thi kyon ki wo iss tarah k apnepan ko kisi mard se pehli baar mehsoos kar rahi thi..
Aslam k khichne se Kamya k boobs side se Aslam ki chati se dab rahe the…Kamya Aslam ko humiliate feel nahi karvana chahti thi.. wO isse bimari ka hi ek hissa samajh rahi thi.. Dono aisa bata rahe the mano kuch huva hi a ho..
Phir Aslam ne jab Kamya k aur se koi pratikriya na dekhi to.. Usne Kamya ko aur jor se apni aur kicha.. Jis ke liye Kamya taiyar nahi thi… Wo kuch limits ko abhi bhi cross karne se dar rahi thi… Uska dil usse itni jaldi ye sab karne ki manjorri nahi de raha tha.. Dil mai ye baat ate hi ki ye sab galat hai.. Wo apni excitement ko ignore kar deti hai aur issi wajah se wo Aslam ko apne hatho se dur kar k khadi ho jati hai…

Aslam bhi ek minite k liye sochta hai (Shayad kuch jyada jaldi ho gaya… Par ab mai piche nahi hat sakta… Maafi mangi to ye haar baar meri galti ko manvake mujhse dur ho jaygi… Isse aadat dalwani hogi.. k Aslam galti nahi karta… aur jo karna chahta hai wo karke hi rehta hai.. )

– “Kya huva sali??”
– “Nahi wo kuch nahi.. wo tumne jyada pass kicha na iss liye.. Matlab.. Hume iss tarah se nahi bethna chahiye..”
– “Accha kyun nahi bethna chahiye..? Sali bata mujhe kya burai hai mujhme jo tu mujhse sat k nahi beth sakti..?”
Aslam ne phir se thoda gussa dikhate huye kaha..

– “Esse sirf pati patni beth te hai.. dost nahi.. ye galat hai.. iss liye…”
– “Ohh.. kisne bola aise sirf pati patni bethte hai… kya kabhi college k pass se gujari hai.. ya kabhi kisi public garden mai gai hai… kya waha kandhe pe hath rakh ke bethne wale sare pati patni hai..? maine bahot dekhe hai tumhari jaisi badi ghar ki ladkiyon ko apne dosto k sath esse bethe huve..”

Kamya sochti hai ab iss ka mai kya javab du.. tabhi Aslam phir se gussa hona shuru kar deta hai..
– “Sab samajhta hu sali.. tu try to bahot kar rahi hai.. accha bhi hai.. par tu apne ander ki nafrat ko daba nahi paa rahi hai.. mujh jaise garib aami k saath tujhe ghin ati hogi.. kyun..? Aur agar meri garibi problem nahi hai to ….ha…hamare dharam bhi alag alag hai iss liye tu mujhe j nicha samajhti hogi kyun..?”

Kamya Aslam ki baato se bahot sharminda mehsoos karti hai..Wo khud ko racist samjhe jane par khud par sharminda hone lagti hai… Wo Aslam ko jaise prove kaarna chahti thi k usse khud k HINDU aur Aslam k MUSALMAN hone se koi fark nahi padta hai.. Nahi khud k AAMIR aur uske GARIB hone se…. Wo bas kisi bhi tarah apne apko iss ilzam se begunah sabit karna chahti thi..

– “Ye ek dam galat hai.. Tum mujhe bahot galat samajh rahe ho.. Wo tumne mujhe apne pass kicha wo mere liye unexpected tha iss liye maine oppose kiya.. isska tumhare garib ya muslim hone ne kuch lena dena hai hai.. Please mujhe racist mat samjho..”
Kamya ki awaaz mai ek vinati aur pachtave ka tone tha…
Aslam ko laga mano teer sahi jagah par jake laga hai..

– “Ye racist kya hota hai??? Sali jis cheej ka matlab nahi pata wo tujhe kaise samjhu.. ?? PAr wo sab chood.. Tu agar mujhse nafrat nahi karti… aur mujhe apne barabar samajhti hai to sabit kar.. Sabit kar tu mujhe pure illaj k dauran nicha mehsoos nahi karvayegi…”

Ab baat Kamya k ego tak aagayi thi wo ab kuch bhi karna pade piche nahi hatna chahti thi.. Wo iss challenge ko kisi bhi halat mai pura karna chahti thi..
– “Bolo tum.. main kaise sabit karu.. Bolo.. kuch bhi bolo mai kya karu k tum manjaooge k main tumse nafrat nahi karti..?”
– “Accha.. Chal ek kaam kar.. meri Godi main beth ja.. mere ekdam pass”
– “Ye main kaise kar sakti hu..?”
Aslam ki demand sun k Kamya ekdam shook reh jati hai..

– “Kyun nahi kar sakti..?” Aslam ne gusse mai apni ankho ki bhavre chadha k pucha
– “Wo.. Aise… tumhare saath mai kaise beth sakti hu..?? Aise to sirf..”
– “Ha kya.. sirf kya?”
– “Pati patni hi beth sakte hai…” KAmya ‘LOVERS’ shabd istamal nahi kar pai..

Kamya ki jhijak Aslam dekh chuka tha.. Kamya khul k mana bhi nahi kar paa rahi thi ki wo aise nahi bethege ye bhi Aslam samajh chuka tha.. (Kamya bas apni sharm k vajah se age nahi badh rahi… agar usse thk se push kiya gaya to wo jaroor aage badhegi.. )

– “Sali bahane banana bandh kar.. Nahi bethna to mana karde.. main abhi yaha se chala jata hu.. Samajh gaya mai.. mera illaj tere bas ki baat nahi… Tere se acche to wo do DOcter the.. jinhone kam se kam saaf saaf bata to diya tha.. teri tarah chodu to nahi bana rahe the..”

Kamya k ego ko isse badi choot koi ho hi nahi sakti thi… Wo apni ijjat Usman aur Aslam k samne gavana nahi chahti thi ( Shayad wo ijjat gavane ke liye hi bacha rahi thi )
– “Please Aslam essi baat mat karo.. main tumhara illaj jaroor karungi.. Please mere bharosa karo.. ”
– “Bharosa wo bhi tera.. sali jo apne pati ko jhoot bole uska kya bharosa? Tu apne pati ko mere bare mai jhoot bol sakti hai to mujhe kya lund sach bolegi..? Aur tune to wada kiya tha na.. tu mere illaj karegi! meri baat manegi..! Meri dosti nibhayegi..! Kya huva uska?? Sali tu 2 baap ki hai ye sabit hogaya na..?? Sali meri jindgi hi bekar hai.. Sari jindgi mujhe shayad aise hi bitani hai..Accha hai kahi kue main jake kud jau kahi”

Kamya apne ego pe ye baat seh na saki.. uske ander ek alag tarah ka josh bhar gaya.. jo shayad har insaan ko kisi badi competition k shurme hota hai…
Ab wo Aslam ko bharosa dilane k liye kuch bhi karne k liye taiyar thi.. Age jo bhi hoga dekha jayga..Wo bina kuch soche Aslam k muh par hath rakh deti hai aur Aslam k pairo ko apne dusre hatho se alag karti hai… iss waqt jhukne k wajah se uske boobs fir se Aslam ki ankho ke samne aa jate hai..Par choude karte waqt Kamya k dil bahot joro se dhadak raha tha.. mano wo abhi uske muh se bahar aa jayga.. Wo bas niche dekh rahi thi aur Aslam se ankhe nahi milana chah rahi thi…Pairo ko kholte kholte Aslam ki lungi uske pairo k upar se khul gai..( Aslam ne waisi lungi pehni thi jaise normally log towel ko lapette hai..)
Aslam ki ek tang nagi ho gai.. Aur Kamya phir ghum ke Uspar beth gai..
Aslam k muhse Kamya ka haath hat gaya.. Aur uski gand ka makhmali ehsaas apni jangho pe hote hi Aslam me mano ek current daud gaya…Aslam k liye bhi kamya ki harkat ek shook se kam nahi thi ( Sali kya bijli gira rahi hai..?!) Uske muh se ekdam se ek siskari nikal jati hai.. aur wo bol padta hai
– “Benchod..”

– “Kya..?”
– “Kuch nahi…”
– “Ab huva yakeen.. ?? khamakha tum mujh par shak kar rahe ho.. Ab to mujh par bharosa hai na..?”
Kamya ne Aslam se badi mushkil se ye pucha.. Ek ajeeb si excitement usse feel ho rahi thi.. uske gale se awaaz nahi nikal rahi thi.. uske dil k dhadak ne ki awaaz usse khud sunai de rahi thi… Apni baat ko sahi karne k liye ussne ye kadam utha to liya.. par shayad usse pata nahi tha iss kadam ka kya hashar hoga…

– “Are thik se beth na.. Teri gand ki haddi mere pair me lag rahi hai..”
Aslam ne ye bol ke Kamya ko uski gaand se thoda uncha kar ke apne pero pe adjus kiya.. Aur usse apni aur khicha.. iss dauran Aslam k lund full size mai akaad chuka tha..
Kamya bhi ye sun ke kuch jyada hi sharminda mehsoos karti hai.. Par wo Aslam ko dikhana nahi chahti ki wo ghabra rahi thi..
Ab jab ki Aslam ki lungi ek side se khul chuki thi uski underwear bhi thodi bahot najar aa rahi thi… aur uske vishal bamboo ko notice karna koi badi baat nahi tho…. Waise bhi Kamya ne ye kar to diya tha par excitement k sath sath usse sharm bhi bahot aa rahi thi.. iss liye wo Aslam se ankh nahi mila paa rahi thi aur wo niche hi dekh rahi thi…

Aslam k lund par Kamya k gand side se touch ho rahi thi aur wo thodi thodi der mai jo jhatke mar raha tha wo KAmya bhi feel kar rahi thi.. par wo koi reaction deke situation ko aur complicate nahi karna chahti thi..

– “Ha meri Randi.. ho gaya bharosa… Tu mera illaj kar payegi.. aur tu hi mera illaj kar paygi.. ”
Aslam aise bol raha tha jaise uska illaj karne k liye Kamya ko koi bada prize milne wala tha.. ( Prize to milne wala tha… Aslam ka LUND.. wo bhi pure parivar k liye)

Kamya randi shabd sun k Aslam k muh k aur dekhti hai..Aslam k muh ko itne pass se dekh kar kamya ko kuch hone lagta hai.. Aslam k muh se aati ajeeb si smeel bhi wo sungh paa rahi thi.. shayad tambaku ya beedi ki smell thi..

Clinic ka mahol bahot erotic ho chuka tha…Uski choot iss erotic mahol mai tingling sensation de rahi thi… Aur Aslam k lund to pehle se hi over tight tha..

Waise bhi Kamya pehle se sex k mamle mai thodi bhookhi rahi thi.. aur Sameer k saath usse kabhi essi excitement feel nahi ho pai thi.. Sex karte waqt bhi nahi.. Upar se 2 hafto se Sameer k bahar hone k wajah se usne sex bhi nahi kiya tha… Shayad ek paraye mard ka sparsh iss cheej ko uske liye excitement bana raha tha.. Reason jo bhi ho par wo bahot excited thi….
Esse excitement mai dimag sharir k sath chodne lagta hai.. Samne k pal ko jee lena ka maan karta hai.. dil karta hai k jo ho raha hai ho jane diya jay… Phir jo bhi hoga dekha jayga… Kamya bhi kuch essa hi mehsoos kar rahi thi.. Uska dimag usse baar bar rok raha tha par sharir usse dimag ki baat unsuni karwa raha tha… aur dil ko to joro se DHADAK ne se hi fursat nahi thi…

Aslam Kamya k ekdam pass mai apna chehra le gaya…. Kuch der rukne ke baad Aslam aur pass gaya.. Ab dono k hotho ke bich sirf hawa jane jitna fasla tha.. Jab KAmya ne koi reaction na diya, koi oppose na dikhaya tab Aslam ne himmat kar ke thoda age badh ke apne hoth kamya k hotho se laga diye….

Kamya jaisi pari k hotho ka sparsh hi acche accho k pani nikalne k liye kafi tha… Par ye to Aslam tha.. !
Kamya itni excited feel kar rahi thi ki wo apne aap ko rok hi payi.. nahi wo Aslam ko mana kar pai…

Aslam ne ekdam se kamya ko kamar se pakad kar apni aur khicha….Kamya thodi lambi hone ki wajah se aur Aslam k godi pe behthne ke wajah se.. Aslam ko thoda upar dekhna pad raha tha aur Kamya ko niche..

Bahot erotic scene tha..Ek ganda insaan jiski tange ekdam khuli huyi thi, nangi thi.. uss tango par ek highclass ghar ki padhi likhi aurat bethi huyi thi aur apne Komal aur gulab k pankhudiyo jaise hotho se uss gande insaan k rookhe,gande, phate huve hotho ko kiss kar rahi thi..

Aslam ab dhire dhire apne right hath ko jo ki free tha usse Kamya ke pet pe uske kurte k upar rakhta hai aur jo hath uski Kamar pe tha usse Kamya k sir ke piche le ja ke KAmya ke sar ko apni aur dabata hai.. Kamya kuch bhi sochne samajhne se bahot aage excite ho chuki thi.. Ab Aslam apna right hand Kamya k pet se dhire dhire upar lejata hai… aur uske soft, mulayam boobs pe rakh deta hai… Aur usske right boob ko dhire se daba deta hai..
Kamya k muh se siskari nikal jati hai… Par Aslam k hotho k lage hone ki wajah se uski awwaz nahi nikal paati.. Lekin Aslam ye bhaap leta hai..
Wo samajh jata hai k ye shadishuda aurat ek dam garam ho chuki hai..

Aslam apne haath se Kamya k boobs pe dabav badhata hai.. Uska lund kamya k boobs ko apne hatho mai.. uski softness ko feel karke full size mai aa chuka tha.. dard karne laga tha..
Aslam ab apni normal kiss ko chodta hai… aur Kamya k hotho ko apne hotho se azaad karta hai… par apne haath ko uske boobs se nahi hatata.. wo abh bhi uske boobs ko rikshaw k air horn ke gubbare ki tarah dabaye jaa raha tha..

Kamya ki ankhe excitement ki wajah se bandh thi… Kiss tutne par wo apni ankhe khol k Aslam ki aur dekhti hai.. par keh kuch nahi pati

– “Tu ekdam mast maal hai Kamya..Tu sach mai mast maal hai.. Bol tu meri har baat manegi???”
Aslam ye bolte huve bhi uske boobs ko daba raha tha..Kamya kisi hypnotised insaan ki tarah bas Aslam ko sun rahi thi par koi reaction nahi de rahi thi.. Wo apne boobs ke dabne ki excitement mai khoi huyi thi…Kamya k ankhe phir se bandh ho jati hai…

– “Tu ekdam mast maal hai Kamya..Tu sach mai mast maal hai.. Bol tu meri har baat manegi???”
Aslam ye bolte huve bhi uske boobs ko daba raha tha..Kamya kisi hypnotised insaan ki tarah bas Aslam ko sun rahi thi par koi reaction nahi de rahi thi.. Wo apne boobs ke dabne ki excitement mai khoi huyi thi…Kamya k ankhe phir se bandh ho jati hai…

Tabhi Kamya ke mobile ki ring bajati hai…
Kamya apne hosh mai wapas aati hai.. aur Aslam ki goad mai baithe baithe hi apni ankho ko khol ke hi apne mobile ko dhundti hai.. Desk pe bajate huye mobile ko dekh ke wo uthne ka try karti hai.. Par Aslam ne usse uski kamar se pakad rakha tha.. uske boobs daba raha tha..
– “Please Aslam jane do.. Koi important call hogi.. ”

Kamya ussko sirf mobile k wajah se chodne ko kehti hai na ki uski bold harkato ki wajah se.. ye jan k Aslam ko bahot khushi huyi… Ab Kamya usski ho chuki hai ye wo samajh chuka tha.. Ab wo usse nahi rokegi..

Kamya apne ko chudane ki koshish karne lagi.. Aslam bhi usse chodna nahi chahta tha..
Kamya sochti hai ( Kahi Sameer ka phone to nahi?? )
Sameer ko yaad karte hi wo apni koshish badha deti hai.. Wo iss baar Sameer k phone miss nahi karna chahti thi.. Wo kuch galat kar rahi thi ye baat uska dil janta tha.. aur iss guilt mai wo Sameer ka phone miss ho wo nahi chahti thi.. Wo kuch bhi karke phone uthana chahti thi..
– “Aslam chodo.. shayad mere pati ka phone hoga..”

Aslam ko laga.. (Sali mana to nahi kar rahi..na hi mujhe rukne ko keh rahi hai.. matlab ye bhi chahti hai jo ho raha hai wo na ruke… aur agar isske pati ka phone baar baar ye na utha pai to bekar koi shak hoga isspe.. jo mere aur isske liye aage jake accha nahi hai..)

Aslam KAmya ko chod deta hai..
Kamya khadi hoke daud k Desk k pass jake mobile uthati hai.. Mobile me local aur unknown number tha… Kamya sochti hai..( Ye kiska number hai..?)

Iss bich Aslam bhi khada hoke Kamya k piche aa ke khada ho jata ha aur uske piche se usse pakad leta hai uska lund Kamya ki jangho aur gand ki shuruat k hisse mai chu raha tha..
Wo Kamya k shoulder k piche k hisse mai jaha Kamya k baal the usse hata kar ek kiss karta hai.. Itne mai phone cut ho jata hai..

Aslam iss bich Kamya ko dhire dhire khichta huva apne saath sofe ki aur le jata hai…
wo khud beth jata hai aur Kamya ko dobara apni tango pe bitha deta hai.. par iss bar wo Kamya ko aise bithata hai ki Kamya k dono pair uske pair k dono taraf ho, jaise ki wo uske pairo ki horse riding kar rahi ho… aur wo khud Sofe pe apni pith tika ke beth jata hai aur Kamya ko bhi khich k uski pith ko apne upar rest karva deta hai.. Kamya ka mobile abh bhi uske hath mai tha… aur uska head Aslam k kandhe par tika huva tha…

Aslam phir se Kamya ke Kandhe aur Neck ke hisse ko ek kiss karta hai.. aur phir apni jaban nikal ke niche se upar tak chat ne lagta hai…
Kamya k liye ye bahot jyada tha.. Wo apni ankhe bandh karke hi apne sar ko aur piche le jati hai.. Iss wajah se uske boobs thode aur bahar ki taraf nikal ate hai… Aslam uske boobs ko upar se dekhta hai.. aur phir se apne haat uske boobs par rakh deta hai… aur phir se uske boobs ko dabane lagta hai.. par iss bar wo dono haatho se dono boobs ko dabane lagta hai.. aur saath mai Kamya ko ki gardan aur galo pe kiss bhi kar raha thai…

Aslam ne bhi apna petra badla aur aab usne apna left hand se Kamya ki tight kameez ko uske pet ke upar se uthani chahi.. par uski kameez jo ki Kamya ki gaand k niche bhi phasi thi wo upar na ho pai… Aslam phir bhi koshish karta raha..
Kamya khud thodi uthi aur apni Kameez ko apni gaand k niche se nikal ke phir beth gai… Kamya bhi dekhna chahti thi Aslam aur kya karta hai.. wo aur bhi excite hona chahti thi.. aur bhi bada adventure feel karna chah rahi thi..
Aslam k liye bhi ye green signal tha.. kuch bhi karne ka..
Usne kamya ki kameez upar tak uthayi.. uski khubsoorat navel jo ki aab nangi thi uss pe apna hath fera… aur uski tight kameez ko aur upar uthaya… Aur jaha uski pink bra shuru hoti thi waha ja kar ruk gaya… Ab Aslam Kamya k boobs ko uski bra k upar se hi daba raha tha.. Par ab bra k wajah se Kamya ki bodi aur uske nange boobs ka bhi Aslam touch kar par raha tha.. Wo pagalo ki tarah Kamya ki gardan mai kiss karta hai aur dono hatho se uske dono boobs ko masalne lagta hai..
Aslam dhire dhire Kamya k galo pe bhi apne hoth le jata hai.. Aur dhire se Kamya k kano mai kehta hai..
– “Meri randi.. Jara meri taraf bhi to dekh.”
Kamya jaise hi Aslam ki taraf dekhti hai.. Aslam uske hotho ko apne hotho se chusne lagta hai.. Kamya maje ke bhavar mai dubne lagti hai..
Aslam bhi moka dekh k Kamya ki salwar mai apna haath dal deta hai.. Ye Kamya k liye bahot jyada tha.. Uski choot ko aaj tak uske pati k alawa kisi ni nahi chuva tha… Wo ek ajeeb si gudgudi mehsoos karti hai jab Aslam ka hath Kamya ki Salwar ki elastic main se andar jata hai…aur Kamya ki penty k elastic ko bhi utha ke andar jane ka rasta banata hai… Wo Ander apne left hand ko le ja kar KAmya ki choot par rakh deta hai.. Kamya ki choot par bahot choote choote baal the jo Aslam apni ungaliyo se mehsoos kar sakta tha.. Aslam apni dusri ungli Kamya ki choot mai dal deta hai.. Kamya excitement k pahad par pohoch jati hai aur iss excitement mai uski choot bhi wo thodi aage dhakel deti hai.. Aslam apni ungli se hi Kamya ko maja de raha tha… Aslam tab Kamya k haath ko apne hatho se pakad kar apne lund par rakhva deta hai.. Kamya bhi Aslam k lund ki size ko apne hatho se chu kar hairan ho jati hai… (Itna bada??!! Meri muthi mai bhi nahi aa raha hai…)

Issi dauran Kamya ke mobile ki ring dobara bajati hai..wahi unknown number tha jo pehle bhi tha…
Aslam dhire se Kamya ke kaan mai bolta hai
– “Utha le.. Tere kisi yaar ka hai jo sharma rahi hai..?”

aur dhire se KAmya k kaan mai bolta hai..
– “Janemaan.. Kiska phone hai..? Aab utha bhi lo.. kahi dobara..kaat na jay..”

Kamya ne phone receive kiya…
– “Hello?? Kon?”
– “Ji madam mai Rafik.. Wo apko batana tha aapki gadi thik ho gai hai..”
– “Ohh accha.. ummm thik aaah hai..”

Kamya Aslam ki harkato ki wajah se thik se baat nahi kar paa rahi thi.. Uske muh se siskiya nikal rahi thi..
Aslam ko isse bahot maja ata hai.. wo apni ungli k harkato ko aur badha deta hai…
– “Madam kya huva.. koi problem hai??”
– “aah.. Nahi.. Wo .. kya keh rahaaaahe the tuumm?”
– “Wo madam maine gadi repair kardi hai.. aur admi ko bhej diya hai wo adhe ghante mai apke ghar pohoch jayga..”
– “Thik hai..”

Sexy harkate kart waqt kisi se phone pe baat karna ek naya anubahv tha Kamya k liye.. uske excitement aur maje ki inteha thi.. Upar se Aslam ne maje lene k chakkar mai kuch jyada hi ungli kar di thi Kamya ki choot mai.. Aur Aslam k lund ki garmahat jo uske underwear k upar se hi uske hatho ko chu rahi thi.. YE kafi tha Kamya k liye…
Kamya ne apna Organism hasill karliya.. Aur wo discharge ho gai… Aslam bhi apne hath k bhigne ki wajah se ye jan chuka tha…

Organism hasil karte hi jaise usse apni galtiyon ka ehsaas hone lagta hai…Wo kitna galat kar rahi thi wo usse feel karne lagti hai… Par dil ka ek kona usne jo maje liye usse bhi nahi jhootlana chahta tha… Iss liye wo Aslam pe harsh na ho saki… Wo pata nahi kyun tript hone par bhi khudko aur bhookha mehsoos kar rahi thi.. essi bhookh jo shayad Aslam nne abhi abhi uske andar jagai thi…
Par Organism ho jane ki wajah se wo aab khul k soch paa rahi thi..jo wo excitement k rehte nahi soch paa rahi thi..Usse dhyan mai aya k thodi der baad mechanic ane wala hai.. Usse pehle Aslam ko yaha se jana hoga..

– “Aslam abhi thodi der mai car mechanic aa jayga.. please tum yaha se chale jav..”
– “Chala jau.. ??? Kyun sali.. Tu jhad gai to mere laude ko aise hi chod diya.. waah..!! Khud maje le liye aur mere maje ki baari ayi to mujhe ghar se nikal rahi hai..?”
– “Jara samjho.. mechanic 30 min main ghar pe aa jayga.. Please meri baat ko samjho.. Main kisi ko ye nahi bata sakti k main tumhara illaj kar rahi hu…Wo bhi essi bimari ka”

Aslam ko laga abhi baat khichne ka koi fayda nahi.. Bekar baat bigadn se koi fayda nahi.. Par isse itni assani se aaj k liye chood nahi sakta…
– “To kya iss tight lund k saat hi tere ghar se niklu.. Abe agar ese nikla na to logo ko 100% shak hoga… Isse shant
de mai chala jaunga..”
– “Matlab?”
Kamya jan kar bhi anjan ban rahi thi…

– “Ek dam saaf baat hai.. maine tera pani nikala tu mera nikal…”
– “Ye main kaise kar sakti hoo..??”
– “Kyn nahi kar sakti..? apni choot mai ungli karwate waqt kyun nahi socha.. Ab meri bari ayi to kyun aisa kar rahi hai.. Dekh time khoti mat kar… Kahi tera wo mechanic aa gaya to phir mujhe dosh mat dena….”
Aslam janta tha k Kamya ab kisi bhi cheej se mana nahi karegi.. Par uski sharm usse kuch karne bhi nahi degi… Usse sharm se bada kuch dikhana padega.. tabhi wo aage badhegi.. aur wo tha dar apni ijjat nilam hone ka.. Waise iski koi jarorat nahi thi par… Kamya k sharm k bandh ko todne ki chabi thi yeh.. Usse pata tha.. kamya usse mana nahi karegi.. PAr jab karegi usse darana padega..

– “Mera lund ko shant kar de bas…Main chala jauga..”
– “Wo to tum khud kar sakte ho..”
– “Par tere mulayam hotho se hoga to aur maja ayega na..”
– “Nahi.. mai tumhara hargeej muh mai nahi lungi..kitna ganda hota hai wo”
– “Lele… janeman.. koi jyada ganda nahi hai… Tujhe isse shant to karna hi hai to nakhre mat kar..”
Aslam khush tha ki Kamya ne gandki ka oppose kiya Blowjob ka nahi

– “Nahi Aslam abhi nahii.. main ye muh mai nahi le sakti..”
Aslam ko laga.. (Abhi isse samjahne ka time nahi hai… Par isse lund k darshan to aaj karvane hi hai)

– “Chal.. Muh mai nahi lena chahti.?? to koi baat nahi.. apne haatho se hi jhada de..”
Kamya ko ne socha ( Aslam manega nahi.. aur kahi wo gussa ho gaya to accha nahi hoga…Isse accha hai mai uski baat man lu… Waise bhi maine abhi uska chu hi liya hai.. agar dobara chu bhi lungi to kya ho jayga..?)
Kamya apni excitement ko kisi tarah se justify kar rahi thi.. Wo Aslam k bade lund ko dekhna chahti thi… Jo ussne hatho se feel kiya tha…

– “Thik hai…par phir tum chale jaoge na..?”
– “Jaroor meri randi.. PAr meri ek shart hai.. ”
– “Shart ?? Wo kya?”
– “Mera mani mai teri choot k upar hi choodunga… bhale tu apne kapde na utar.. par mujhe apna pani ussi jagah chodna hai jaha se tera pani nikla tha..”

Kamya ye sun k bahot hi jyada excited feel karti hai.. Uske pass koi reason nahi tha k wo Aslam ko mana kare…

Aslam sofe pe behta tha.. Aur Kamya niche farsh par beth jati hai… Usne ikraar mai apni gardan jhuka di..
Aslam k liye ye kisi tohfe se kaam nahi tha… (Bas sali.. aaj k liye kapdo k upar se hi pani dal leta hu.. par age ja ke teri choot k ander bhi dalunga… Teri kokh mai bhi dalunga apna beej)

– “Chal to shuru ho ja”
ASlam khada huva aur apni Lungi khol k side mai rakh di aur Apni underwear apne ghutno tak utar di… aur sofe pe beth gaya
Uske akde huye lund ko dekh k Kamy ka muh khula ka khula reh jata hai.. (Kya lund itna bhi bada ho sakta hai??)
Aslam k lund 10-11 inch ka hoga.. aur motai mai bhi kareeban 2.5-3 inch ka tha… Uski lund ki topi kuch alag thi.. Sameer k lund se kuch alag.. bina chamdi wali… Kamya ko pata nahi kyun uss lund ko dekhte hi apne hatho mai lene ka man karne laga…
Usne dhire dhire apne hatho ko badha k Aslam k lund ko apne hatho mai le liya.. Jo uske ek akele haath mai nai aa paa raha tha…
Aslam k nange lund ko pakad kar Kamya kuch ajeeb sa feel karti hai.. jaisa usne kabhi feel nahi kiya tha.. Ek ajeeb sa nasha tha…

– “Chal.. shuru kar apne hatho ko upar niche le ja.. Kya tere mechanic yaar k samne ye saab karna hai?”
Kamya bina kuch bole ek baar Aslam ki ankho mai dekhti hai aur phir uske lund ko upar niche karne lagti hai..

– “Ohh.. Benchood.. Madarchood.. Teri maa ki choot.. Teri bhen ki choot… Haaaa. bas esi hi.. bas hilati raho… Haaa.. Bass Wah.. meri randi..”
Aslam apne maje mai khoya tha.. wo ankhe bandh karke apni pith sofe pe tika k bade aaram se betha tha… Thodi der baad wo Kamya k taraf dekhta hai.. Kamya badi mehnat se uske lund ko jhadane ki mehnat kar rahi thii…
Hath upar niche karne ki wajah se Kamya ki chatiya jo uske dono hath ke age hone ki wajah se dono hath se dabe the.. upar niche ho rahe the.. AC room mai bhi KAmya k badan par paseena dekha ja sakta tha… Paseene se bhigi Kamya ko dekh k Aslam k lund aur bhi akad jata hai..
Kamya jaldi se jaldi Aslam ko farig karke usse yaha se bhejna chahti thi…
Wo pichle 15 min se uska lund hila rahi thi… uske hath ab dard karne lage the…
– “Kamya.. Randi.. Ab bas mera nikalne wala hai..kaha giraana hai apni shart yaad hai na..”

Kamya bina kuch bole ek haat se lund hilati rehti hai aur dusre hath se apni kameez ko pakadti hai..
– “Please jab bhi nikalne wala ho bata dena…”
– “Bass ho gaya… Basss.. haaa rukna mat.. ”
Aslam ne Kamya k hatho ko hata diya aur khud hi apne lund ko pakada.. aur kamya ko kaha
– “Bas khadi ho ja mera girne wala hai.. Chal taiyar hoja..”

Aslam betha hi tha… Kamya khadi ho ke apni salwar se dhaki choot ko Aslam k pass lati hai.. ASlam ek haath se lund hilate hilate aur dusre hath se kamya ko paas khichtah hai.. Kamya apne dono hatho se apni kameez ko upar kar ke khadi thi… Aslam apne lund ka muh kamya ki choot ki jagah par lagata hai aur issi k sath uska lund pani chood deta hai….. Sara pani wo Kamya ki choot k upar chood deta hai.. Uski blue color k salwaar choot k hisse mai buri tarah se bhig jati hai… Aslam ek baar mai itna pani nikalta hai jitna Sameer kai bar mai bhi nahi nikal pata tha…

Aslam ka pani nikalna jab bandh hota hai tab wo kamya ko apne pass khich ke uski salwar ke sukhe hisse se pane lund pe lagi bachi kuchi mani bhi poch leta hai.. Kamya k liye ye bahot jyada exciting tha… Aslam ka lund ab dhire dhire normal size mai aa raha tha.. par normal size mai bhi ye Sameer k erect lund k jitna hi bada tha..

Aslam ne bade rukhe tarike se Kamya se kaha.. jaise wo kisi sach much ki randi se baat kar raha ho….
– “Chal mera ho gaya.. ab piche hath… Sali RANDI”

Usne home clinic ka darwaja jo k abhi bandh tha usse khola.. aur dobara mud k Kamya ki taraf dekha.. Kamya abhi bhi apni jagah par waise hi khadi thi.. Wo abhi bhi apne kurte ko upar uthaye khadi thi.. Bilkool kisi chote bacche ki tarah.. uske khule baal jo ki ek kandhe se age ki tarf the… Uska joro se dhadak ta sina aur uspe dikh rahi pasine ki boonde… Aslam ka man to kiya ki abhi k abhi Kamya ko abhi k abhi chod de… Par usse jaldbaji karna thik na laga.. Wo bhi tab jab Mechanic aa raha tha… Usne Kamya ki aur dekha dil mai mechanic ko ek gandi si gali di…aur phir bahar nikal gaya…

Kamya thodi shock mai… Jaise ye kya huva abhi… Aslam k lund ko dekh k, usse iss tarah ganda hone k baad usse bahot ajeeb sa lag raha tha… Bura nahi lag raha tha par dil pe ek boj lag raha tha usse.. Uska dil joro se dhadak raha tha.. Mano abhi bahar aa jayga..
Usse lag raha tha kuch galat ho gaya hai.. Uska dil usse apne pati se bevafai k liye galiya de raha tha.. PAr dil ka ek kona iss vakiye ko pasand kar raha tha.. Usse darasal pasand aya tha Aslam ka rough andaz.. Par apni parvarish k vajah se apni soch k vajah se usse pasand ane par bhi wo ye ikraar nahi kar paa rahi thi k Jo bhi uske aur Aslam k bich huva wo lajhmi tha…

Bus usse lag raha tha mano ab bahot ho gaya… Mujhe ab Aslam se baat ko aur aage nahi badhana chahiye…iss sab se hat har ki ilaaz karna hai…Kamya ne faisla to kiya par pakka nahi… Wo bas khud ko dilasa de rahi thi..

Kamya abhi bhi poore hosh mae nahi thi. aaj usne woh kiya that jiska usne kabhi sapne mae bhi nahi socha tha …(kya eise ilaaz hota hai … kya yeh ilaaz hi hai … to phir mai itni affect kyon ho rahi hoon. Abhi bhi Kamya apni jagaha se hili nahi thi… Wo abhi bhi apne confused dimaag to suljhane ki koshish kar rahi thi… pata nahi kab tak khadi rahi woh.

Achanack bell bajne ki awaz se woh chaunki. oh. mechanic hoga. Darwaje ka intercom button daba kar puncha.
– “Kaun hai?”
– “j-j-j-ji m-m-me-me-memsahb, mai … r-r-rafik miyan ki w-workshop se ayay h-hun … a-aa-aapki g-g-ga-ga-gaadi dene.”
– “Achcha … tum gadi ko side wale garage mae khada kar do aur wahin wait karo. mae abhi 5 minute mae aati hoon…” Itna bolkar, kamya jhat clinic mae ghussi, autr wahan kae washbasin ke sheshe mae apna huliya jaldi jadli theek karne lagi. baal thoda theek kiya, phaili hui lipstick pounchi (kya yeh sheeshe mae mai hi muskara rahi hoon), aur kapde theek kiya. jangho kae beech mae geela pan tang kar raha that, par abhi time nahi tha change karne kae liye. aakhei baar apne ko sheeshe mae sir idhar udhar guma kar dekhne kae baad, usne bedroom sae purse uthata, aur darwaja khol kar bahar nikali. rafik ka aadmi garage mae gadi khadi karke wahin kahada tha.
– “Gadi thik ho gayi …?”
– “j-j-j-ji m-m-me-me- memsahb … w-woh iske ff… fffu..ffuel line main kk kkk kkkkach.. kaachara tha..”
– “ab to theek hai na?” Kamya ne usse tokte hue pucha
– “j-j-j-ji ab theek hai. u-us-ustaad b-bole thae ki aapko t-t-test kara d-doon …”
– “nahi, uski koi jaroorat nahi hai. problem hogi to phir bula loongi. kitna kharcha hua …?”
– “j-j-j-ji woh … d..d.. do..hazzar t-t-teen so … woh ph-ph-phir se tu-tu-tu-tuning karni p-padti hai na …”
– “thik hai … thik hai … woh rates mere husband check karlengwe baad me, rafik bhai se. mujhe to bas chalti gaadi chaiye … yeh lo … dhai hazzaar”, Kamya uske jaldi se chalta karne me lagi thi.
– “mm-m-me-me-memsahb … ch-ch-ch-chuta … … n-n-nahi …”
– “koi baat nahi … tum rakh lo … baksheesh samajh kar … thik hai”
kamya muskara kar boli…. Wo jyada der tak kadak bartav ka na kar pai… uski adat mai hi nahi tha..

– “oh… oh … mm-m-me-me-memsahb … sh-sh-shukariya … u-uparwala aa-aap ka bh-bhala kare”
Mechanic ne khushi se salaam mara aur jaane laga.

– “Suno ..” kamya ne toka.
– “j-j-j-ji … ?”
– “yeh haklaane ki bimaari kab se hai tumhe?”
Kamya ka kind nature apni problems ke bawajood aage aa gaya… Wo khud ko rok na saki
– “j-j-j-ji … b-b-ba-bachpan sae …” mechanic thoda jhenp gaya.
– “dekho .. sharminda hone ki koi jarurat nahi hai … mere clinic par aa jana … mere saath doorse doctor baithte hain … Dr. Jain … woh iss ke specialist hain … mai kal baat kardoongi tumhaari … time nikal kar aa jana … koi kharcha nahi hai … iske liye sarkaar se paise milte hain. woh thik kardenge tumhe … waise kya naam hai tumhara?”
– “j-j-j-ji … b-babloo …”
Babloo ko to jaise koi farishta dhikh gaya ho… Wo apne dil k bhavnao ko shabdo mai dhal nahi paa raha tha…

Kamya ko bhi andar se khushi hui ki usne phir se kisi bechaare ki help ki… uska man thoda majboot hua…. apni respect badhi…Man thoda halka mehsoos hone laga…

Kamya ne muskaraate hue kaha
– “Theek hai babloo, bhoolna mat. tumhare ustaad-ji ko pata hai clinic kahan hai. woh bata denge. … ab jao … in paison ka kuch kha lena achcha … sharaab me nahi undana … theek hai … ab jao”
aur kamya apne se khush mud kar ghar ki or chal di. Babloo us farishte ko jata dekhta raha jab tak woh gahr ke andar nahi chali gayi…
Par jaise hi kamya uski najaro se ojhal huyi Babloo apni asli aukat par aa gaya… Wo uchalte hue gate ki taraf bhada…. wo man mai nachte nachte soch raha tha
“Aaj to muaj hi mauj ho gayi re. chikan aur narangi khoob jamegi. he he he he he. memsahb, aapki gadi har hafte kharaab ho … bas yehi ichcha he. hi-hi-hi-hi-hi. chal bhai babloo …. naarangi bulaa rahi hai … seeti bajjaa rahi hai …”

Udhar Kamya ghar mae ghus kar sedhe kitchen mae gayi, aur fridge se pani ki bottle nikal k pani piya..
Kuch der k liye jaise wo Aslam wale wakye ko bhul hi gayi thi.. par Ghar mai ghus te hi Clinic ki taraf najar padte hi usse wo sab yaad aa gaya jo Aslam k sath huva tha… Usko apne kapdo k gande hone ka ehsaas hone laga… Usne bath lene ki sochi…
Clinic ki ghatna ko bhulne k liye wo sab kaam badi phurti se kar rahi thi… apne kapde utaar kar ek kone me phenk diye aur shower ke neeche kahdi ho gayi. Garam paani se badan ki pasliyan khulne si lagin … bahut achcha mehsoos hua … par saath saath dimaag par pada taala bhi khulne laga…. Uska dimag kisi bhi tarah se Aslam ki baat ko dar kinar nahi kar pa raha tha…
(Oh God, kya kiya usne eik paraye mard ke saath, eik marij ke saath …?? ufff. par kya dosh uska hai … woh to bimar hai.. Uski bimari k vajah se wo soch nahi pata hai.. Par kya main khud ko control nahi kar sakti thi..? main kaise wo sab karne k liye taiyar ho gai…? Main chah kar bhi khud ko rok kyun nahi payi.?? Wo to accha hai Mechanic aa gaya.. Warna… shayad aaj main…. Nahi nahi… Ye galat hai… Main kaise esa kar sakti hu… !!! Par Aslam ko bhi waisa nahi karna chahiye tha… Wo aisa kaise kar sakta hai… Bimar hone ka ye matlab thode hai.. )
Kamya ka dimag tay nahi kar paa raha tha.. k galti kiski hai… Uska dimag ek pal k liye usse jimmedar manta tha aur dusre pal k liye Aslam ko jimmedar manta tha… Par dimag apne hisab se aarop laga k bachav ki dalile de raha tha… aur koi mujrim k taur par nahi aa raha tha…. Wo tay nahi kar paa rahi thi k Aslam ka illaj wo age kare k nahi… Issi dimagi uder bund k bich wo towel se apne ko poch kar… Towel ko apne irda gird lapek kar bahar aa gayi…

Kamya k sangemar se badan par sirf ek Towel lipta tha.. Jo k kafi bada tha… Upar se uske boobs ko dhake huye tha aur niche uski half thigh se kuch upar khatam hota tha… Bahot sexy lag rahi thi wo.. Aur Pani ki boonde uske jism par ek alag sa sexy look de rahi thi… uske bhige baal jo ki ek kandhe ke upar se age ko aye the.. Kamya unhe sehla kar sidha kar rahi thi…aur nichod rahi thi… Kahi iss waqt Aslam ne kya kisi ne bhi usse dekh liya to pata nahi wo bach bhi pati ya nahi…

Bahar nikalte huye usne ek baar apne pade huye chridar ko dekha aur Aslam ki harkat ko yaad kiya… Iske sath hi uska dimag sunn hone laga.. Bas usse Aslam ka lund hi najar aa raha tha… Wo chah kar bhi kuch aur na soch pai.. aur Aslam k lund ko yaad kar kar k uske najar k samne uski tasveer ubar ayi… Usne apni najare churidar se ghuma li aur apne liye kapde choose karne laga gayi… Usne ghar k liye pehanne wale apne kapdo maise…. ek Short aur Half sleeve ki loose Tshirt nikali aur pehanli..

bath lene k baad KAmya badi fresh mehsoos kar rahi thi.. par dimag halka nahi ho paa raha tha… reh reh kar usse Aslam wala wakya yaad aa raha tha aur iss vajah se wo kisi bhi kaam mai man nahi laga paa rahi thi..
Naha ne k baad Kamya ne apne liye chay banayi… Jab chai ban rahi thi tab bhi kamya ka dimag Aslam k bare mai hi soch raha tha…
(Kya sach mai galti meri hai..?? Nahi … Galti Aslam ki hai…. Usne mujhe majboor kiya, apne aapko mujh par force kiya warna main ye na karti.. Par kya sach main usne mujhe force kiya..??? Usne to koi jabardasti nahi ki.. Main hi bas.. Ohhh…Shayad meri hi galti hai… Aslam to bimar hai.. Usne bola tha ki agar usse koi cheej chahiye to wo dimag nahi chalta.. Issi cheej ka to wo illaj karvana chahta hai…mujhe hi uske saamne eaise aana chahiye ki woh excite na ho … mera suit bhi to itna tight tha … to woh excite ho gaya to uski galti thodi hai … aage se dheele aur high nech k kapde hi pehnna chahiye muje uske saamne)

Chay pite pite bhi Kamya issi baat ko soch rahi thi…
(Kya sach main galti meri hai… main usse shant karne k liye aur bharosa dilane k liye hi to uski goud me baithi thi … par goud me baith kar apne par control rakhna meri hi duty thi … woh to hai hi aisa … Aur agar na baithti toAgar main Aslam ka oppose karti to shayad wo gussa ho jata… Aur agar wo gussa ho jata to pata nahi kya karta… haa.. shayad jo huva wo treatment k nazariye se bura nahi huva…. Shayad main thodi behak gai thi par Aslam ke ilaaj k liye shayad us waqt yehi sahi tha… Age se main thoda dhayan rakhungi…)

Phir Kamya sochti hai..
( Aage..? Kya mujhe ASlam ka illaj age badhana chahiye?? Kya such main mujhe usse aur bulana chahiye… Aaj jo huva uske baad usko bulana thik nahi lag raha par usse na bulana bhi to galat hoga… Maine usse wada kiya tha..k main kuch bhi ho jay uska illlaj karungi… Usko bich raste main nahi chodungi.. To kya maine ek hi baar main haar man li..??? Kya Kamya har gayi..?? Nahi Kamya kabhi nahi harti.. aur apna wada har kimat par nibhati hai.. Jo huva shayad wo thoda jyada tha aur aage mujhe jyada savdhan rehna padega.. par main Aslam ka illaj aise nahi chood sakti… Waise bhi wo kaha taiyar tha illaj k liye… Usne to pehle hi bataya tha k main usse thik se jhel nahi paungi.. Uski galiyon ko seh nahi paugi… Maine hi usse manaya tha aur ghar par bulaya tha.. Ab jab ussne mera itna kaha mana to kya main apni galti ki vajah se usse saja du… NAhi ye thik nahi…)

Kamya ka dimag.. ghuma phira k Aslam ko Bimari k tahat nirdosh aur khud ko guilty prove kar chuka tha.. Usse bas thoda control jyada rakhna chahiye tha… Par Aslam k gusse ko dhyan main rakh kar ussne jo kiya wo shayad sahi tha… Nahi to shayad Aslam khud ko ya usse nuksan pohchata.. jo shayad jyada bura hota…
Apni aur Aslam ki karni ke liye dalile dene k baad.. Kamya thoda halka mehsoos kar rahi thi… usske man se guilt feeling thodi kaam ho rahi thi… puri tarah se to nahi par ha kaam ho rahi thi…

Iss sochne sochne main sham k 6 baj gaye the… Aslam ko gaye huve 2 ghante bit gaya tha..

Kamya ne thoda halka nasta karne ki sochi… Wo kitchen mai gai aur bread aur butter le ayi.. aur Butter ko bread pe laga kar khane lagi…
Relax hone k bavjood kamya khud ko Aslam k bare main sochne se nahi rok paa rahi thi… par ab kaun galat wale mukadme ka faisla ho chuka tha… tab kamya Aslam k behaviour k bare main soch rahi thi… Wo Pure waqye ko phir se yaad karti hai.. Jaise ye uska unconsious mind usse karva raha tha…
(Waise Aslam ka lund kitna bada tha.!!! Itna bada kisi ka ho sakta hai ye to maine kabhi socha hi nahi tha.. Bada itna k mere dono hatho mai mil k bhi nahi sama raha tha… Sameer ka to half size ka bhi nahi hai… Maine to socha tha Sameer ka size hi normally har kisi ka hota hoga.. par ye to kuch jyada hi bada tha.. Kya Aslam ka ‘wo’ abnormal tha..?? Ha yahi hoga…. Warna itna bada kisi ka thode ho sakta hai.. )
Kamya ek confused si hasi k sath apne aapko ye baat samjha rahi thi k Sameer k itna bada nahi hai uska reason ye hai k Aslam ka lund abnormal hai.. (Jo k such tha…)

Baar baar Kamya ka maan na chahte huve bhi usi topic ko sochne lagta hai..
(Uska sach mai Sameer se bahot jyada bada tha.. Pata nahi uski biwiya usse kaise jhelti hongi..??? Ussne jo stemina wali baat boli thi wo to ab mujhe sach lagti hai.. jab ki maine usske ejacuation ka time dekh liya hai.. Par kya wo iss umar main 20 ladkiyo ko satisfy kar sakta hai… jaisa usne bola tha.. ya bas wo esse hi fek raha tha..??!!
Wo shayad 20 ladkiyo ko jhel bhi le par kya ladkiya uska jhel pati hogi..? Wo bhi itna bada.??? Bichari uski biwiyan… ! Aur jab Aslam gusse main apne usse apni biwio ke sath sex karta hoga to unko kitna dard deta hoga….??)

Kamya ka dimag na chahte huve bhi uske lund ki Sameer se comparision karne se nahi rok paa rahi thi
(Agar Sameer k abhi itna bada hota to kya main usse le pati..?? Kya utna mere ander bhi gusta..??? Kahi aaj Mechanic na ata to kya ASlam mere sath..?! Kya main Aslam ka le pati…?? Nahi… uska lete lete to meri jaan hi nikal jati… Itna bada koi kaise le sakta hai… ?? )

Kamya k maan main dar aur curiosity dono janm lene lagi thi… Kya wo itna bada lund apni choti si choot main le sakti hai..aur kya usse dard hoga… Ye uske liye nayae question the.. Aur Kamya ka curious dimag inn savalo ka javab janana chahte the.. Par uske maan main koi galat khayal abhi bhi nahi aya tha.. Aslam ke bare main..

Sochte sochte sham k 7.30 baj gaye.. Kamya ne fresh hone k liye TV on kiya or news channels laga kar dekhne lagi.. Par wo thik se TV par concentrate nahi kar paa rahi thi.. Uska dimag na chaht huve bhi apne aaj k wakye ko bhool nahi paa raha tha… Aslam ka lund aur usski harkate usse baar baar yaad aa rahi thi…
Kahi na kahi wo Aslam k rough sparsh ko miss kar rahi thi.. Par wo jis cheej ko dil se bura manti thi.. uss cheej ka khud ko pasand ana admit karna assan nahi tha..

Udhar Aslam Kamya k ghar se nikal kar sidha apne ghar par aa gaya…Aslam k ghar par aaj koi nahi tha..faak se uski dono biwio ko apne maiykejana pad gaya tha. Salma to apni beti kae saath Ajmer Sharif gayi thi mayke walon ke saath – pehale se program bana hua tha – aur Razia ke ghar se achanak bulava aa gaya tha ki uski maa ki tang tut gayi hai. Ghar mai sirf Aslam aur Zoya hi the.. Aur jis waqt Aslam ghar par aya to Zoya ne usse kaha (Abbu.. Main apni dost k ghar ja rahi hu.. sham tak laut ayungi.. shayad der hojaygi.. Yahi paas main hi jaa rahi hu…)

Aslam ka bhi mood kharab tha.. Usne bhi Zoya ki bato par koi gaur nahi kiya aur usse jane diya.. Zoya k jane k baad Aslam ne ghar ka darwaja bandh kiya aur daru ki bottle nikal kar daru pine laga aur Mechanic ko galiya dene laga…. Mechanic ki vajah se wo ghar se to nikal gaya tha bina kuch kiye… Par Apne dil main usne uss mechanic ko pata nahi kya kya galiya di thi… Galio main hi uss mechanic ka pura khandan chudva diya usne..

Aslam k gussa hone ka karan Kamya ko na chod pane se jyada ye sochna tha ki
( Ab saali khud ko sambhal legi.. Saali agar meri baato ko samajh gai to phir se hath bhi nahi rakhne degi.. Hath kya.. Mujhe pass bhi nahi ane degi.. Saali ko itna garma kiya tha ki aaj to wo mujhse chud hi jati.. Agar aaj maine kuch shuru na kiya hota to koi baat nahi thi.. Agar tab mechanic ata to koi problem na hoti par itna hone k bad wo mechanic aya wo accha nahi huva.. Warna uska wo makhmali badan iss samay mai round raha hota… Par bhenchod sala mechanic ki maa ko chodu.. sale ne sare plan k maa chod di.. Kahi mil gaya to gand mar longa sale ki…)

Aslam ab apne plan k bare main age soch raha tha…
(Saali ko ab phir se koi ghutti pilani padegi.. Ab usko yaaken dilana padega ki jo huva wo bilkool bura nahi tha.. Ek dam normal tha.. aur usse mujhe bahot fayda huva hai.. sali bahot bhavok hai.. aur agar maine jitna socha utni bevkoof bhi nikli to wo jaroor meri baat man jaygi… Bas mujhe usse thik se samjhana hoga… Usse bas mujh par kisi tarh ka shak na ho…)
Daru k nashe mai wo kab nind ki agosh main chala gaya usse pata hi nahi chala…
Jab Aslam ki nind khuli to raat k sham ho chuki thi.. 7.15 baj raha tha…
Nind se uthkar usne apna muh dhoya aur khatiya pe behta.. daru ka nasha kareeb kareeb utar chuka tha..
Par usne dusri bottle nikali aur phir se pine laga.. Pite pite bhi bska dimag Kamya k alawa kuch soch nahi paa raha tha.. Usse na bhook lag rahi thi na pyaas… Wo abhi bhi Kamya ki chut k bare mai hi soch pa raha tha aur age ka usse kya karna hai uske bare mai soch raha tha…

Aslam kuch der sochne k baad ek plan banata hai… Wo Kamya ko call lagata hai…

Iss dauran Kamya bhi Aslam k alawa kuch nahi soch paa rahi thi… Wo abhi bhi apne aur Aslam k bhich huyi ghatna ko normal theharane ki koshish kar rahi thi…
Uska dil kahi usse keh raha tha Aslam k treatment usse chod deni chahiye.. Jisse aam admi sixth sense kehta hai.. Par jyadatar log isse ignore kar dete hai… Aur Kamya ne bhi yahi kiya..

(Aslam ki treatment main nahi chod sakti… Agar maine Aslam ki treatment chod di to wo mere bare me kya sochega…?? Usman mere bare main kya sochega?? Kya main kabhi bhi Usman se najare mila paungi..?? Kya main Aslam aur Usman se kiya huva vada tod du?? Nahi… Ye main nahi kar sakti..mujhe uski treatment chalu rakhni hogi.. Main uski treatment nahi chood sakti…. Kahi Aslam ne hi mujhse treatment lene se mana kar diya to…? Nahi main aisa nahi hone dungi.. kuch bhi kar ke mujhe uska illaj karna hai… Main kabhi har nahi sakti..)
Kamya ka ego usse Aslam ki treatment chodne se rok raha tha..

Uska dil ek anjane dar se ghabra raha tha aur sath hi ek ajab si excitement se bhar raha tha…. Kuch naya exciting sa tha iss treatment main.. jo uske adventurous behaviour ko bahot appeal kar rah tha..
Kuch waisa hi jaisa parachut se kudne wale insaan ko hoti hai…

Uska dil ek aur usse keh raha tha..
(Maine aaj jo Aslam k sath kiya wo galat hai… Main ek shadishuda aurat hu.. main kisi paraye mard k sath wo sab nahi kar sakti.. ye galat hai.. mujhe aur aage nahi badhna chahiye.. Mujhe iss tarah se illaj nahi karna chahiye)

Dusri aur uska dil keh raha tha…
(Kya sach main ye galat hai.. ?Kya kisi bimar insaan ki madad karna galat hai..?? Kisi gareb insaan ki madad karne main burai kya hai… Shayad main uski madad na karti to pata nahi wo kya karta… ! Shayad kisi aur ko ya shayad khud ko hi nuksan pohchata… Shayad maine accha hi kiya uski madad kar ke… Aur maine kya galat kiya??? Maine kon sa uske sath sex kiya hai..?? Bas ek dusre ko chua hi to hai…. Main khud ko sambhal sakti hu.. Ek adult hone k nate wo essi situation ko control kar sakti hu… Aslam ki madad kar ke main samaj seva hi kar rahi hai…Sath hi main ek docter hu.. Apne patient k liye agar thodi bahot mushkil jhel bhi li to kya ho gaya… Sharm ek insaan ki jindgi se jyada thodi hai)

Tabhi uska dimag phir se patri badal leta hai..
(Nahi ye galat hai… Aaj maine sex nahi kiya par agar mechanic na ata to kya sach main wo age na badhta..?? Meri ek khubsoorat family hai.. Ek pyara sa husband hai.. kaise main uski pith piche aisa kuch kar sakti hu?? )

Kamya kuch decide nahi kar paa rahi thi… Aur tabhi Aslam ka call ata hai..
Aslam k call dekh kar Kamya k demag sochna bandh kar deta hai… (Utau ya nahi… Agar nahi uthaya to Aslam kya sochega??)
Iss sochne sochne main Aslam ka call miss ho jata hai… Call miss hote hi Kamya ko aisa lagta hai jaise usne galti kardi.. call usse receive karni chahiye thi… Wo soch hi rahi thi ki Aslam ko call back kiya jay ya nahi..
Tabhi Aslam ka call phir se aya..
Kamya ne bina kuch soche call receive kiya..

– ” Hello”
– ” Ha hello… Kon Kamya Randi ka number hai ye?”
– “Ha Aslam.. main Kamya bol rahi hu”
Khud ko Randi kahe jane par Kamya ko ajeeb lagta hai par Aslam ki awaaz se wo nashe mai lag raha tha.. to ussne baat ko khichna sahi nahi samjha…

– “Sorry… Mujhe to Kamya Randi se baat karni hai.. Sorry Kamyaji…”
Kamya samajh nahi payi k Aslam usse majak kar raha hai, usse jhalil kar raha hai.. ya sach main nashe main hai..

– “Hello.. Koi hai kya..??? Kya meri Kamya randi se baat ho sakti hai??”
Iss bar kamya ko yakeen ho gaya ki Aslam nashe main hai.. Agar ussne thik se javab nahi diya to nashe mai wo jaldi gussa hoga aur pata nahi kya kare… Usse thik se baat karni hogi..

– “Ha..Maain boool rahi hu… Kamya..Ra..”
– “Kon Kamya ..?? Kamya Randi??”
– “Ha”
Ye javab shayad Kamya ki jindgi ka sabse humiliating javab tha..

– “Are.. saali aaj to tune mere Khade Lund pe Dhokha kar diya… Salli baccha samajh k lolipop de diya..”
– “Matlab?”
– “Matlab ki baat mat kar saali… Bhenchod kitna garam kiya tune mujhe aur phir uss bhadve k liye mujhe nikal diya.. ”
– “Ye kya bol rahe ho tum…”
– “Chal chood… Main waise tujhse bhot khus hu..tune bahot madad ki meri.. Tune kya mast koshis ki meri madad karne ki.. Tune jitna kiya utna kon karta hai aaj kal kisi k liye… ”
Kamya tareef sun kar khus ho rahi thi…. Par achanak uski khushi furrr ho gai

– “Par saali main bahot gussa hu tere se.. Bhenchod”
– “Wo kyn bhala?”
Aslam ki galiyon ko Kamya ab normal conversation k hisse ki tarah hi treat kar rahi thi… Usse ab ASlam ki galiya utni buri nahi lag rahi thi jitni pehle lagti thi… Kahi na kahi usse ASlam ka rough behaviour pasand aa raha tha…

– “Saali tune aaj jis tarah se chutiya banaya… waise log baccho ko banate hai Mard ko nahi… Abhi ye chij nahi hai tum ye wali chocolate le lo ”

Aslam ne jaise Kamya ko chidhaya… Kamya Aslam ki baato ko aab dhire dhire samajh ne lagi thi.. Usse samajh aa raha tha k Aslam kis bare main baat kar raha tha… Par usske pass isska koi javab nahi tha..
Kamya phir bhi chup rehti hai..

– “Saali.. Mujhe shak hai k tu mera illaj kar paygi ya nahi.. Pata nahi kahi na kahi ab mujhe shak hai k jo tune shuru kiya wo tu pura kar paygi ya nahi…?? Teri kabiliyat pe aab mujhe shak ho raha hai… Kya tu utni acchi docter hai bhi sahi jitni main samajh raha tha..?”
Kamya k ego ko ye bahot bada dhakka tha… Wo apni kabiliyat pe sawal bardasht nahi kar sakti thi…

– “Nahi Aslam main tumhara illaj kar sakti hu…Main tumhe jaroor thik karungi.. Wo to bas mechanic aa gaya…”
ASlam bich main se hi uski baat kat deta hai..

– “Chood sali… Tu kya sach main mujhe chutiya samajhti hai..?? Main manta hu tune apni taraf se mere illaj ki bahot acchi koshis ki…Saali tune mujhe aaj bahot had tak shant bhi kar diya tha.. Par tera baar baar mujhe tokna aur rokna mujhe shant k bajay gussa jyada kar raha tha….Bhenchod dimag apne aape se bahar jaa raha tha jab tu mujhe kuch bhi karne se rok rahi thi… Saala man to kiye abhi utth kar chala jau.. Par phir agle hi paal tu kuch aisa karti thi k main ja nahi pata tha… Maan shant hota to tu phir tok deti thi.. Bhenchod jab shant hi karna hai to maa chudane k liye gussa badaha rahi thi mera???”
Aslam ne thode gusse se kaha… Phir Aslam ne Kamya ko bolne ka moka diye bina apna dusra pasa pheka…

– “Par ek baat hai… Tere jaise maal maine aaj tak nahi dekhi… Kya teri khubsoorti..!! Are maine bade ghar k bahot si aurato ko dekha hai par tu sab se aage hai… Tere roop k aage to wo bhik bhi na maan sake…Saali agar main tujhse pehle mila hota to pata nahi.. aaj halat kuch aur hi hote…Shayad main bahot pehle thik ho jata… Shayad aab tak thik ho bhi chuka hota.. par hay meri kismat.. Saali tere jaise maal mujhe pehle kabhi mili hi nahi..Agar tu teri shadi se pehle mujhse mili hoti to tujhe main apni biwi bana leta.. Par ab apna naseeb kaha..!”
Aslam ek hatash ho chuki awaaz main kehta hai…
Phir wo baat ko aage badhata hai..Aur aab apna agla pasa fekta hai
– “Aagr tu dil laga k mera illaj kare to mujhe lagta hai tu mere illaj kar sakti hai.. PAr tujhe to Gareeb Ameer, Unch Nich, badsoorat sunder k bich se hi fursat nahi… Ye main dost k sath nahi kar sakti.. Ye main pati k sath hi kar sakti hu.. Saali tujhe jab illaj karna hi nahi to itna dikahva kyun..?? Maine pehhle hi bola tha k agar tujhse illaj na ho to bata dena… Jhooti ummed mat dena.. Ek rahi sahi ummeed thi wo bhi tune aaj tod di… Saala Ilaj meri najaro k samne tha par phir bhi main usse chu na paya… Isse jyada buri kismat aur kya ho sakti hai… ”

Kamya bade dhayan se Aslam ki saari baate sun rahi thi… Uski tareef, uski shikayate.. uska gussa .. sab kuch…
Aslam se huyi uski tareef usse ek ajeeb sa maja de rahi thi… Ek ajjeb sa sukun de rahi thi.. HAlaki Aslam ki language kuch(?) gandi thi.. Phir bhi Kamya ko accha laga raha tha… Language ko ignore kare to bhi Sameer ne kabhi usski itni tareef nahi ki thi…
Aslam ki baate Kamya k kaam ko kamya ki ankho main aur bhi bada bana raha tha.. mano wo koi desh seva kar rahi ho… Mano wo kuch bada kar rahi hai.. par thik se nahi kar rahi hai…

Aslam ne aab apna HUKAM ka IKKA nikla.
– “Aaisi jindgi jeene ka kya fayda…Bas aaab main Kue ki diwar par khada hu.. Saala dil kar raha hai abhi iss kue mai kud jau..”

Kamya Ek dam se ghabahra jati hai..
– ” Nahi Aslam galti se bhi aisa kuch mat karna.. Dekho hum aapas ki baate mil k suljha lenge.. Hello.. Aslam.. Tum sun rahe hona.. Please bhagvan k liye.. Apne biwi baccho k liye.. Mere liye ruk jao.. Kuch mat karna.. Please…”
Kamya bahot try kar rahi thi.. Par samne se koi javab nahi aa raha tha.. Ek anjana sa dar Kamya k dil pe havi hone lagta hai…

Kuch der baad Aslam ki awaaz ati hai..
– “Yahi hu main.. Thoda per fisal gaya tha..”
Dar asal Aslam apne ghar par hi tha.. Bas Kamya ko kahani suna raha tha..
Aslam ki awaaz sun kar mano Kamya ki jaan main jaan ayi..
– “Dekho Aslam aisa waisa kuch mat karna…Tumne jo kaha sab sach hai.. Par tum bhi please baat ko samjho… Meri professional k sath sath ek Personaal life bhi hai.. aur kabhi kabhi wo mujh par havi ho jati hai… Iss wajah se main tumhara saath har baat main nahi de pati… Aur tumhe object karna padta hai.. Mujhe Personal aur Professional life ko mix nahi karna chahiye tha…. Jiska main dhyan rakhungi… Waise bhi tumhri bimari tumhara gussa aur ye gandi language hai…PAr tum aisa kyn bolte ho.. Tum gussa kyun hote ho.. ye janne k liye, Iss treatment k liye mujhe tumhe samajhna hoga… Main janti hu k muhe tumhe aur kareeb se janna hoga… Jiske liye main taiyaar bhi hu shayad.. PAr thoda waqt lagega… Meri sharm mera sath nahi de rahi… Main nahi chahti log iss baat ko jaane.. I hope u can understand”

Kamya ne ek saans main apni puri baat Aslam k samne rakh di..
Aslam ko jaise moka mil gaya..
– ” Matlab tujhe meri gandi language se koi problem nahi hai?? Matlab mera wo chuna tujhe bura nahi laga?? Matlab tujhe wo sab pasand aya.. sahi hai na??”

Kamya ko laga (Agar maine mana kar diya to Aslam ko shayad bura lage ga.. Shayad wo illaj karvane hi na aye.. Shayad kahi gusse main wo Kue main hi na kud jay… Nahi.. Main sharm k mare ye nahi hone de sakti… )

– “H..hh.. Ha Aslam”
Itna bolte bolte Kamya k gaal sharm se laal ho chuke the… Wo bahot hi sharminda mehsoos kar rahi thi aisa bol kar.. PAr pata nahi dil k kisi kone ko ek sookon tha… Shayad sach bolneka..!?
Aslam ke liye to jaise ye gugli ball thi.. Par agar iss pe usne chaaka na mara to shayad match hi haar jayga..

– “Kya.. ? Sach main.. ? Tu sach bol rahi hai.?? ya fir se chutiya bana rahi hai.. fusla rahi hai?”
– ” MAin ek dam sach bol rahi hu…”
– “Accha to bata tujhe kya accha laga…?? Mera kaha chuna tujhe pasand aya..?”
– “Please Aslam aisi baate mat karo..Main aisi baato ka javab nahi de sakti.. Par tumhe meri baat ka yakin karna hoga”
Kamya kisi tarah se baat ko sambhal rahi thi.. par ulajhti jaa rahi thi..

– “Par tujhe wo saab pasand tha to aaj roka kyun tune mujhe..?? Tujhe nahi maloom par jab bhi main tujhe choota tha to ek ajeeb sa sookun milta tha mujhe.. Aisa lagta tha jaise mere shareer k sare dard sirf tera sparsh hi khatam kar dega..””
– “Wo.. Wo.. wo to mere liye ye sab nayi cheej hai.. Ek dam se main kaise ye kar sakti thi? Maine apne pati k alawa kisi ko nahi chua aise”
– “Baat to sahi hai teri.. Chal wada kar k aage se tu mujhe nahi rokegi… chahe main jo bhi karu.. Kiss karu ya tere badan ko chun.. Par tu mujhe nahi rokegi.. bol manjoor? Agar tu mera sahi main illaj karna chahti hai to main janta hu tu mana nahi karegi..”
Ye aakhri baat ka Kamya k paas koi javab nahi tha..

– “Manjoor.. Par phir bhi main wo sab tumhare sath kaise??”
– “Aare darti kyun hai.. Teri chudai thodi kar raha hu.. Bas tu mujhe rokna maat gussa mat hone dena.. aur mujhe lagta hai main waise hi thik ho jaunga… Aaj jab tu meri god main thi tab jo ehsaas ho raha tha mujhe wo main bayan nahi kar sakta.. ”
Kamya ko ye baat bahot acchi lagi ki uska sirf sparsh hi kisi k liye ek ehsaas hai.. Kamya ko apni khoobsorti par, apne aap par fakra hone lagta hai…
Kamya inn bato ko oppose bhi nahi kar sakti thi aur unko apni manjori ki mahor bhi nahi laga sakti thi… Par dono maise ek cheej use karni hi thi.. Aur uss waqt uss baat ko manne k alawa Kamya ko kuch thik nahi laga…
– “Thik hai.. main wada karti hu”
Aslam Kamya ki awaaz main confusion saaf taur par sun paa raha tha.. Wo dil se nahi bol rahi thi…
Aslam sochta hai (Saali ka dil uske pati se bewafai karne se usse dara raha hai…. shayad issi wajah se wo chahte huve bhi apne pati k khilaf nahi jana chahtii.. Kuch to karna hoga.. Main koi kasar nahi chood sakta)

– “Bahot khub.. Ab ayega maja.. Waise tu kis baat se dar rahi hai… Kya tujhe lagta hai ek paraye mard k saath ye sab karna galat hai…?? Kuch galat nahi hai.. Koi jor jabardasti thodi hai.. Tu aur main jante hai hum kuch galat nahi kar rahe to phir ye dar kaisa… Aur tujhe kya lagta hai tera pati waha videsh mai kisi gori k sath gulcharre nahi uda raha hoga??”
Aslam ki ye akhri baat Kamya ko mano jhakjhod deti hai… Sameer k bare main aisi baat sunna usse accha nahi lagta aur wo bol padti hai

– “Mere Sameer bilkool waise nahi hai… Wo mere alawa kisi aur ko ankh utha kar bhi nahi dekhte.Wo to Aurato ki bahot ijjat karte hai.. mujhe UNPAR bahot bharosa hai.. wo mujh par kabhi cheat nahi kar sakte”
– “Waise tu hai hi aisi cheej k tere alwa kisi aur ko dekhne ka maan hi na kare.. PAr agar tere se itne dur hokar bhi agar wo ladkiyon ko nahi dekhta hoga ye main nahi maan sakta… Ya to wo saala Gandu hai.. Ya phir tu kuch jyada hi bholi hai..”
– “Matlab..? Ye Gandu kya hota hai? ”
– “Are gandu matlab jo apni gaand dusre mardo se marwata ho.. Jisse aurate nahi mardo main interest ho…Hehehe… Ya to phir wo teri pith piche kisi gori k gand mar raha hai aur tu itni bholi hai k tujhe pata hi nahi chal pa raha k tera Sameer kya kar raha hai.. Mujhe teri fikar hai..Main janta hu agar tera pati bewafa nikala to tujhe kia dard hoga…Aur wo mujhe jara bhi accha nahi lagega.. Par agar kahi tere pati ne tujhe dhokha diya to tera ye dost hamesha teri taraf melaga tujhe”
Aslam ne Sameer k khilaf shak ka bij Kamya k dimag main dal diya tha.. usse bas pani dene ki jaroorat thi..

Kamya jaha Sameer k liye ho rahi aisi baato se thoda bura feel kar rahi thi.. PAr Aslam ki uske liye fikar aur concern ko dekh k usko accha bhi lag raha tha..Aaj taj itni fikar Kamya k liye kisi ne nahi dikhayi thi…Kamya bahot emotinal feel karti hai.. Aur iss emotional pal main pata nahi kaise uske muh se nikal jata hai…

– “MAin janti hu Aslam.. Agar mujhe kabhi bhi koi dukh ya problem huva to tum hamesha honge mere sath main”
PAr bolne k baad usse dhayan ata hai… ( ye maine kya bol diya?? )
Par teer kaman se choot chuka tha… ab wo kuch bol nahi sakti thi.. Kamya apne aapse shock thi aisa bolne k liye.. PAr phir wo khud ko dilasa de kar samjahti hai. ( Thik hi to hai… Kuch galat nahi bola…Wo meri itni tarif kar raha hai.. Meri itni fikar kar raha hai…. Aur aisi baate ek docter aur patients k bich trust build karne k liye jaroori hai…)

Udhar ASlam ne to aisa kuch socha hi nahi tha.. Uske liye to lottery k ticket k ek ek number winning number se match ho rahe the…
Kamya jo ho chuka usse bhul kar apni baat ko age badhati hai

– “Ab tum mujhe wada karo k tum apni treatment adhe se nahi chodoge.. aur aage se koi bhi suicide attempt nahi karoge”
– “Wada karunga.. Par meri do sharte hai..”

Kamya k dimag soch main pad jata hai(Phir se shart..?!? Darne ki baat nahi hai.. shayad pichli baar ki tarah kuch simple si shart hi hogi..)
– “Ha bolo?”
– “Pehli shart hai tu mujhe aaj k baad ijjat se bulayegi.. Bilkool waise jaise apne Pati ko bulati hai..Unse, Unhe, Aap jaise”
Kamya sochti hai.. ( Ye kaisi shart hai..?)
– “Aur dusri?”
– “Dusri shart hai tu kaal se mere liye sajegi savregi.. bilkool jaise tu apne pati k liye taiyar hoti hai..”
– “MAtlab?”
– “Matlab kal tu kuch sexy sa pehanna.. jaise wo aurate pehanti hai na blouse jisme sleeves nahi hoti… ”
– “Sleeveless??” Kamya khud ko rok nahi pati..
– “Ha Sleeveless blous pehana.. jis main tere boobs dikhe utna khula ho… age se.. aur piche se bhi khula ho to maja aa jayaga… Aur ek jhini saree chiffon k pehana.. wo aaj kal ki heroine pehanti hai na waise… bilkool nabhi k niche.. Sala bahot maan hai kisi ladki ko aise kapdo main dekhne ka.. sirf photos main hi dekhi hai aaj tak…”
– “Ye main kaise pehan sakti hu… Wo bhi esi saree.. Suit bhi to thik hai… Ye please rehne do”
– “Dekh manna hai to dono sharte sath main maan varna ek bhi mat maan.. koi jabardasti nahi hai..”
– “Dekho Aslam.. main ek shadishuda aurat hu aise kapde sirf apne pati k liye pehan sakti hu.. Aur tum jaise chah rahe ho waise ek aurat sirf apne pati ko bulati hai aur kisi ko nahi…Agar main tumhe aise bulaungi to hamare Docter Patient k relation ko bhi ye bigad dega.. samajhene ki koshish karo…Main tumhari dost hu aur tumhe bhi apna ek dost manti hu… yaha tak ki maine tumhe mujhe galiya dene tak ki choot bhi de di hai.. ab inn sab ki kya jarorat hai..?”
KAmya baat ko talne ki koshish kar rahi thi..
Par Aslam tas se mass nahi hona chah raha tha…
– “Saali phir se chutiya banane pe aagai na..?? Bhenchod saali sab ko ullu samjhti hai tu.. Gareebo k paas dimag nahi hota?? Sali main sab samajhta hu..Jab tu mujhe apne barabar samjhegi tab hi to mujhse waise pesh ayegi.. Tu kaise ek gareeb driver k ijjat se bula sakti hai.. uske samne kaise saj dhaj k aa sakti hai??? Road pe taiyar ho kar nikle aur log dekh le to chalta hai.. par ghar main agar ek driver ne taiyar hone ko bola to sali tum ameero ki maa chud jati hai..?? Bhenchod.. Nahi karvana tujse illaj… Ye chutiyapanti main nahi jhel sakta.. Sali har baar bolti hai meri har baat manegi aur har baar koi na koi bahana taiyar hota hai.. Ab tu teri jagah par khus reh aur main meri jagah par… Kal agar tere pati ki kartoote tere samne aye to mere paass mat ana… Waise bhi tu konsa mujhe dost samjhti thi jo mere pass ati.. HAt Bhenchod… Madarchod sali.. Kya jhaat jindgi hai.. Salli tujhese koi baat nahi karni mujhe.. Teri shakal bhi nahi dekhna chahta main…Ab to shayad logo ko meri lash hi meligi wo bhi kue main tairti huyi…”
Aur Aslam Phone cut kar deta hai…

– “Hello hello.. hello.. Aslam??? ”
Par phone cut ho chuka tha.. Kamya ghabra jati hai… (Kahi wo sach main to… Nahi nahi…)
Kamya dobara se Aslam ko call lagati hai.. 1 baar 2 baar 3 baar… PAr har baar Aslam phone nahi uthata… aur phir Aslam ka phone switchoff ho jata hai…
Ye KAmya k liye ek shock ki tarah tha.. ( Phone switch off kyun hai… Kahi kuch huva to nahi.. Kahi Aslam ne khud ko.. Nahi nahi..)

Kamya k dil pata nahi kyun jyada emotional ho raha tha.. Aslam k fikar usse khaye jaa rahi thi… Dil joro se rone ko kar raha tha.. Uske dil main ye khauf ghar kar gaya tha k Aslam ne khud ko kuch nukasan to jaroor pohchaya hoga..Aur wo khud ko isska jimmedar man rahi thi…
(Kamya tum itni swarthi kaise ho sakti ho..Kitna banavati hu main… Kehne ko to aise samaj main rehte hai jaha sab kuch bold hai.. aur main thodi sajne ki baat pe dikhava karne lagi.. ?? Mere jaise logo ko iss docteri profession main rehne ka koi adhikar nahi hai…Mera kaam chahta hai k main mere patients k aur pass jau.. Unhe aur acche se samjhu…Ek sacchai ka, vishwash ka rishta hona chahiye patients aur docter k bich… aur main wo hi kayam nahi karna chahti… Kyun? Kyun ki mujhe iss samaj ka dar hai..?? kon sa samaj??? kise pata hai main kya kar rahi hu??? TO phir kya hai jo mujhe Aslam ki baate manne se rok raha hai.. kya galat manga ussne??? izzat hi to mangi thi usne. kapdon wali baat bhi to issi se related thi. agar mai uss ki izzat karne ka dawa karti hoon, to uske pasand ke kapde kyon nahi pehan sakti. Bechaare ki jindagi me sab auraton ne usse beizzat hi kia hai. isiliye to aisa ho gaya hai. Usse mujh se izzat ki hi to chah hai … aur mai bhi usse woh na de saki. Main bahot buri hu… Dikhava hai meri shakshiyat…)

Kamya apne aap ko reason mante huye pata nahi kya kya soch rahi thi… Aslam k bare main soch soch kar uska dil bhari ho raha tha.. Usse aisa feel ho raha tha.. jaise usse kuch bahot bura ho gaya tha…Uska dimag chakra raha tha… Tabyat bigad ti si mehsoos ho rahi thi…K
Kamya kuch waqt baad khud ko kisi kaam main involve karne ki try karti hai.. Wo khana banane lagti hai.. Tv dekhne lagti hai.. PAr kisi bhi kaam main wo dil nahi laga paa rahi thi… Har baar uska dimag Aslam ki fikar main kho jata tha… Thodi thodi der main wo apne haath ka kaam side main rakh kar apna mobile utha kar dekhti thi ki kahi Aslam ka call back to nahi.. Dobara wo Aslam ka number dial karti thi.. Par har bar Aslam ka phone switch off hi tha…
Har bar phone switch off hone ka tape sun k Kamya ka dil jyada se jyada betha jaa raha tha.. uska maan kisi bhi kaam main nahi lag raha tha…

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