Akhir dasvi ki pariksha khatam ho hi gayi… Padhai mein to Nisha ki dilchaspi kabhi rahi hi nahi. Yeh to koi bhi uske badan ko dekhkar andaza laga sakta tha. Uske chehre par ek alag sa raub tha… uski chaal mein anokhi si masti… uski adaa mein nasheelapan… 16 saal ki umar mein aise jalve? Aise nakhre? Aise tevar? 18 saal ki umar mein 38 inch ki chhati, aur E size ke cup? Jawan ladki jaisa chehra aur aurat jaisi chuchiyan, apsara jaise honth aur randi jaise dimaag… badami aankhen, doodh ki tarah gora rang, bhoore lambe resham jaise baal, 5ft 2 inch ka nazuk kad, haya aur besharmi ka anokha milan, sabke se samne nadan aur bistar mein sasti kulta – kaise koi mard Nisha ke sapne na dekhe?
Uski jawani to 2 saal pehle hi building ke ek ‘Ajit Uncle’ ne noch li thi. Jab bhi ‘aunty’ ghar se bahar jati, uncle Nisha ko phone karke bula lete. Ghar mein ghuste hi voh Nisha ki kameez utarte aur uski chuchiyon ko masalte masalte bolte – bahut chhote hain, zara maalish karo raat ko, thode bade karo taki mardo ko maza aaye. Phir use bistar mein letakar uski choot ko baar baar thokte. Shuruaat mein Nisha ko dard hota, par kuchh hi dino mein uski choot us dard ke liye phir se bekarar ho jaati.
Ajit Nisha ke papa ka khaas dost tha. Garmi ki chhutiyon mein Nisha ke mummy-papa kuchh dino ke liye gaav jana chahte the, par Nisha Bambai chhodna nahi chahti thi. Ajit ne kaha – array baby hamare saath reh legi na… main aur meri mrs uske dhyan rakhege, kyo fikar kar rahe hain aap. Ghar aate hi Ajit ne apni biwi se kaha – jaaneman, chhutiyon mein apne maike nahi jaogi? Apne bhaiya bhabhi se mil aao?? Usne Archana se Nisha ki baat chhedi hi nahi.
Raat mein Ajit hamesha ki tarah club mein apne doston ke saath teen patti khel raha tha. Cigarette ka dhuan, sharab ki khushboo, chanchal aur reshma ka ganda mujra… Akbar bola – yaar, kal raat biwi ko thokne gaya to hamesha ki tarah uske sir mein dard tha… saali kabhi bhosda kholti hi nahi aaj kal. Suresh Akbar ki haa mein haa milate bola – hat chutiya, apna bhi yahi haal hai. Shaadi ke pehle saal mein do kabhi kabar din mein bhi ghusa deta tha, ab to hafte mein ek bhaar bhi mile to bhi khush kismati hai. Rakesh Ajit ko gaur se dekh raha tha… jab bhi vah log sex ki baat karte, sab ki ek hi shikayat thi – randi ke liye har baar paise nahi, patni ko interest nahi… par Ajit har baar chup rehta. Uske honton par halki si muskan hoti, par voh kabhi kuchh na kehta.
Ab Rakesh se raha nahi gaya – tera kya hai Ajit. Archana ke saath bahush khush lag raha hai. Saala, shadi ke pehle to kahi par bhi aurat pe chance marne se baaz nahi aata tha, office ki ladkiyon ke saath hotel mein kamra book karata, kabhi kabar hamare saath randi baazi karta… aur aaaj kal dekh raha hu tu kucch kehta hi nahi?? Baat kya hai?? Doston se chhupayega??
Ajit ne apne phone mein Nisha ki tasveer sabko dikhayi. Koi aisi vaisi tasveer nahi… voh tasveer jo Ajit ne Nisha ki nangi kheechi thi. ‘Arrey Uncle, yeh kya kar rahe ho… kapde to pehne dijiye!’, Nisha ne kaha tha. Aur Ajit ne uski taazi chudi hui gili choot ko apni 2 moti tagdi ungliyon se phir se chud kar kaha tha, ‘Kapde pehne hue to roz dekhte hain baby, nangi to kabhi kabar hi dikhti ho na’. Voh tasveer Ajit ka ‘joker’ tha… voh us panne ko ek din istemal kare vala tha… voh din ab kareeb aane vala tha.
‘Chal chutiya! Kya internet par ladkiyon ki tasveer dekh kar hi khush ho jata hai’, Akbar bola.
‘Kisne kaha internet se hai??’ Ajit muskurate bola.
‘Saala gandu, majak kar raha hai kya?? Kaha ki raand hai??’
‘Raand nahi, apne Amar Saxena ki beti hai’
‘Amar?? Kaun? Teri building vala Amar?? Ground floor vala Amar?? Rajesh ko yakin nahi ho raha tha.
Ajit muskura raha tha… gandi muskurahat… kaam se bhari hui muskurahat.
‘Chutiya mat bana be… uski beti itni badi nahi hai’
‘18/19 saal ki hai… aur 2 saal se ‘badi’ ho chuki hai.. er hem er hem…’
‘Saala madarchod!!!’
Ajit bola – Madarchod nahi, ladki chod!
Ajit bola - ‘Array jawani ke jalwe bahut jaldi phootne lage the… kai baar building ke ladkon ko ishare kar rahi thi… to ek din use ghar bulake chance mara, sab jagah dabane aur chhune diya mujhe… maine poochha use – internet par kya dekhti rehti ho? To usne kaha… bahut kuchh… tab hi main samajh gaya ki ladki tayar hai. Aur ladki tayar ho to main aisa mauka thodi hi chodu?? Do teen baar ghar mein bulake masti kiya, choonch dabayi, nangi ki, saath mein gandi picture dikhayi… phir bistar pe letakar lut liya. Aur ab Archana maike jaa rahi hai, Amar bhabhi ko lekar gaaon jaa raha hain, aur Nisha ka badan din ke din aur bhi mazedaar ho raha hain. Aur main yeh soch raha hu – ki job hi kare kyo na mil baat ke kare’, Ajit ne doston ko aankh mari.
Suresh, Akbar aur Rakesh dhare ke dhare reh gaye. Akbar ke haath se panna gir gaya. Suresh ke muh se cigarette gir gayi. Rakesh ki aankhen gotiyon ki tarah badi ho gayi. Sukravar ko line clear hain. Ab Nisha ke paas do raaste hain – ya to hum sab ke saath apni chut ko baten, ya phir apni tasveer apni mammi ko dikhaye.
Rakesh ne Ajit ke kandhe par zordar mara aur haste hue bola – kameene… dost ho to tere jaisa. Cheers!
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Uski jawani to 2 saal pehle hi building ke ek ‘Ajit Uncle’ ne noch li thi. Jab bhi ‘aunty’ ghar se bahar jati, uncle Nisha ko phone karke bula lete. Ghar mein ghuste hi voh Nisha ki kameez utarte aur uski chuchiyon ko masalte masalte bolte – bahut chhote hain, zara maalish karo raat ko, thode bade karo taki mardo ko maza aaye. Phir use bistar mein letakar uski choot ko baar baar thokte. Shuruaat mein Nisha ko dard hota, par kuchh hi dino mein uski choot us dard ke liye phir se bekarar ho jaati.
Ajit Nisha ke papa ka khaas dost tha. Garmi ki chhutiyon mein Nisha ke mummy-papa kuchh dino ke liye gaav jana chahte the, par Nisha Bambai chhodna nahi chahti thi. Ajit ne kaha – array baby hamare saath reh legi na… main aur meri mrs uske dhyan rakhege, kyo fikar kar rahe hain aap. Ghar aate hi Ajit ne apni biwi se kaha – jaaneman, chhutiyon mein apne maike nahi jaogi? Apne bhaiya bhabhi se mil aao?? Usne Archana se Nisha ki baat chhedi hi nahi.
Raat mein Ajit hamesha ki tarah club mein apne doston ke saath teen patti khel raha tha. Cigarette ka dhuan, sharab ki khushboo, chanchal aur reshma ka ganda mujra… Akbar bola – yaar, kal raat biwi ko thokne gaya to hamesha ki tarah uske sir mein dard tha… saali kabhi bhosda kholti hi nahi aaj kal. Suresh Akbar ki haa mein haa milate bola – hat chutiya, apna bhi yahi haal hai. Shaadi ke pehle saal mein do kabhi kabar din mein bhi ghusa deta tha, ab to hafte mein ek bhaar bhi mile to bhi khush kismati hai. Rakesh Ajit ko gaur se dekh raha tha… jab bhi vah log sex ki baat karte, sab ki ek hi shikayat thi – randi ke liye har baar paise nahi, patni ko interest nahi… par Ajit har baar chup rehta. Uske honton par halki si muskan hoti, par voh kabhi kuchh na kehta.
Ab Rakesh se raha nahi gaya – tera kya hai Ajit. Archana ke saath bahush khush lag raha hai. Saala, shadi ke pehle to kahi par bhi aurat pe chance marne se baaz nahi aata tha, office ki ladkiyon ke saath hotel mein kamra book karata, kabhi kabar hamare saath randi baazi karta… aur aaaj kal dekh raha hu tu kucch kehta hi nahi?? Baat kya hai?? Doston se chhupayega??
Ajit ne apne phone mein Nisha ki tasveer sabko dikhayi. Koi aisi vaisi tasveer nahi… voh tasveer jo Ajit ne Nisha ki nangi kheechi thi. ‘Arrey Uncle, yeh kya kar rahe ho… kapde to pehne dijiye!’, Nisha ne kaha tha. Aur Ajit ne uski taazi chudi hui gili choot ko apni 2 moti tagdi ungliyon se phir se chud kar kaha tha, ‘Kapde pehne hue to roz dekhte hain baby, nangi to kabhi kabar hi dikhti ho na’. Voh tasveer Ajit ka ‘joker’ tha… voh us panne ko ek din istemal kare vala tha… voh din ab kareeb aane vala tha.
‘Chal chutiya! Kya internet par ladkiyon ki tasveer dekh kar hi khush ho jata hai’, Akbar bola.
‘Kisne kaha internet se hai??’ Ajit muskurate bola.
‘Saala gandu, majak kar raha hai kya?? Kaha ki raand hai??’
‘Raand nahi, apne Amar Saxena ki beti hai’
‘Amar?? Kaun? Teri building vala Amar?? Ground floor vala Amar?? Rajesh ko yakin nahi ho raha tha.
Ajit muskura raha tha… gandi muskurahat… kaam se bhari hui muskurahat.
‘Chutiya mat bana be… uski beti itni badi nahi hai’
‘18/19 saal ki hai… aur 2 saal se ‘badi’ ho chuki hai.. er hem er hem…’
‘Saala madarchod!!!’
Ajit bola – Madarchod nahi, ladki chod!
Ajit bola - ‘Array jawani ke jalwe bahut jaldi phootne lage the… kai baar building ke ladkon ko ishare kar rahi thi… to ek din use ghar bulake chance mara, sab jagah dabane aur chhune diya mujhe… maine poochha use – internet par kya dekhti rehti ho? To usne kaha… bahut kuchh… tab hi main samajh gaya ki ladki tayar hai. Aur ladki tayar ho to main aisa mauka thodi hi chodu?? Do teen baar ghar mein bulake masti kiya, choonch dabayi, nangi ki, saath mein gandi picture dikhayi… phir bistar pe letakar lut liya. Aur ab Archana maike jaa rahi hai, Amar bhabhi ko lekar gaaon jaa raha hain, aur Nisha ka badan din ke din aur bhi mazedaar ho raha hain. Aur main yeh soch raha hu – ki job hi kare kyo na mil baat ke kare’, Ajit ne doston ko aankh mari.
Suresh, Akbar aur Rakesh dhare ke dhare reh gaye. Akbar ke haath se panna gir gaya. Suresh ke muh se cigarette gir gayi. Rakesh ki aankhen gotiyon ki tarah badi ho gayi. Sukravar ko line clear hain. Ab Nisha ke paas do raaste hain – ya to hum sab ke saath apni chut ko baten, ya phir apni tasveer apni mammi ko dikhaye.
Rakesh ne Ajit ke kandhe par zordar mara aur haste hue bola – kameene… dost ho to tere jaisa. Cheers!
Kya aapko yeh kahani pasand aayi? Kya aap Bhaag 2 ko padhege? Aapke comments ka intezaar rahega
