Garam Hindi Kahani: Almari Ke Peechhe Chhupi Diary

Pooja ko woh diary almari ke peeche mili thi. Woh deep cleaning kar rahi thi, Diwali abhi door thi lekin uska mann kiya tha. Almari ko deewar se thoda khiskaaya toh peeche ek patli si diary giri. Kaale rexine cover wali, kone mude hue. Usne kholi toh pehle panne par Suresh ki handwriting thi. "Meri Pooja ke liye. Shaadi se pehle wale din."

Uska dil zor se dhadka. Suresh, uska pati, jo sales manager tha aur hafte mein teen din tour par rehta tha. Usne diary kholi. Pehla panne par likha tha, "Fantasy 1: Terrace, baarish, Pooja bheegi hui saree mein." Pooja ki saansein tez ho gayin. Usne aage padha. Har panne par ek nayi fantasy thi, sab uske baare mein, sab behad khuli hui, behad gandi. Fantasy 2 mein likha tha, "Raat ko terrace, taaron ke neeche." Fantasy 4 mein, "Bathroom, shower ke neeche."

Aakhri panne par likha tha, "Ek din himmat karke Pooja ko dikhaunga. Shayad woh maan jaye. Shayad woh bhi yehi chahti ho." Pooja ne diary band ki. Uske haath kaanp rahe the. Woh yehi chahti thi. Woh kab se yehi chahti thi, bas keh nahi paayi thi.

Yeh garam hindi kahani uski apni zindagi se nikli thi, aur Pooja ko vishwas nahi ho raha tha ki uska seedha saadha pati aise sapne dekhta tha. Usne diary ko seene se laga liya. Neeche uski chut mein ek ajeeb si jalan hone lagi thi.

Usne Suresh ko phone lagaya. Woh Kanpur mein tha, parson lautne wala tha. "Suniye," Pooja ne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek shararat thi jo Suresh ne pehle kabhi nahi suni thi. "Aapki diary mili hai mujhe. Almari ke peeche wali."

Phone par ek lambi khamoshi chhayi. Phir Suresh ki ghabrayi hui awaaz aayi, "Pooja, woh... woh bas aise hi... purani baat hai." Pooja ne diary ka ek panna khola. "Fantasy 3 padhun? Car mein, highway par, aapki god mein baithi hui main?"

Suresh ki saans atak gayi. "Pooja, tum... tumne sab padh liya?" Pooja bistar par let gayi. "Sab. Aur ab mujhe neend nahi aa rahi. Aapki galti hai." Usne apne kurte ke button kholne shuru kar diye.

"Pooja, main Kanpur mein hoon, hotel ke room mein," Suresh ne kaha, uski awaaz bhari ho rahi thi. "Toh kya hua? Phone par hi sahi," Pooja ne kaha. Usne apna haath apni salwar ke andar daal diya. Woh pehle se geeli thi.

"Batao, Fantasy 1 mein kya likha tha?" Suresh ne puchha. Pooja ne padhna shuru kiya, uski awaaz mein nasha tha. "Terrace par baarish ho rahi hai. Main bheegi hui laal saree mein hoon. Aap peeche se aate hain aur..." Usne aage padha, har shabd ke saath uski ungliyan tez chal rahi thin.

Suresh phone par haanf raha tha. "Aur tez padho," usne kaha. Pooja ne apni chuchiyon ko kas ke pakda. "Aapke haath meri saree ke andar hain... aapki ungliyan..." Woh jhadne wali thi. "Suresh, main..." Uske muh se cheekh nikal gayi.

Usne apni ungliyan aur tez chalayin. "Aapka lund... meri chut mein... bahut andar tak..." Woh apne bistar par uchhal rahi thi. Phone par Suresh ki saansein tez ho gayin thin. "Pooja, ruko mat, bolti raho," usne kaha.

"Main jhad rahi hoon... aapke naam par..." Pooja ka shareer akad gaya. Uske muh se lambi cheekh nikli. Phone par Suresh bhi jhad gaya tha. Dono kuch der chup rahe, sirf saanson ki awaaz sunayi de rahi thi. Phir Suresh ne kaha, "Pooja, main kal subah ki train pakad raha hoon. Parson ka intezaar nahi hoga." Pooja muskurayi. "Diary ka Fantasy 1 taiyaar rakhna. Terrace saaf kar dungi."

Phone rakhne ke baad Pooja ne almari kholi. Sabse neeche wali shelf par ek laal saree rakhi thi, jo usne shaadi ke baad pehni hi nahi thi. Usne use nikala. Kal shaam tak sab taiyaar hoga. Usne diary uthayi aur Fantasy 1 ko phir se padha, is baar muskuraate hue.

Us raat Pooja ko neend nahi aayi. Woh baar baar diary ke panne palat rahi thi. Har fantasy ke saath uski kalpana daud rahi thi. Usne apne aap ko chhua, dheere dheere, Suresh ke baare mein sochte hue. Jab woh jhadi toh uske honthon par Suresh ka naam tha.

Agli shaam Suresh ghar aaya. Darwaza kholte hi woh ruk gaya. Pooja saamne khadi thi, laal saree mein, baal geele, bilkul diary ke varnan jaisi. "Fantasy 1," usne kaha. Suresh ne apna bag pheka aur use baahon mein bhar liya.

Uske honth uske honthon par the. Bhookhe, besabar. Suresh ke haath uski saree ke andar ghus gaye. Usne uski blouse ke hook khol diye. Pooja ki chuchiyan aazaad ho gayin. Suresh ne ek ko muh mein le liya.

Pooja ne uske baal pakad liye. Suresh ki jeebh uske nipple par ghoom rahi thi. Woh dusri chuchi ko haath se masal raha tha. Pooja ki saree ka pallu zameen par gir gaya. Suresh ne use sofa par litaya.

Usne uski saree upar sarka di. Pooja ne neeche kuch nahi pehna tha. Suresh ki aankhein chamak uthin. "Diary wali Pooja," usne kaha. Usne apni pant kholi. Uska lund poori tarah khada tha.

Suresh uske upar aaya. Usne apne lund ko uski chut par ragda. Pooja ne apni taangein faila din. Woh dheere dheere andar ghusa. Pooja ne uski peeth pakad li. Woh poora andar gaya toh Pooja ne gehri saans li.

Phir woh chalne laga. Gehre, lambe dhakke. Sofa hilne laga. Pooja ki chuchiyan uchhal rahi thin. Suresh ne jhukkar ek nipple ko chuste hue dhakke maarna jaari rakha. Pooja ki siskiyan kamre mein goonj rahi thin.

"Aur tez," Pooja ne kaha. Suresh ne raftaar badha di. Usne uski taangein apne kandhon par utha lin. Is angle mein woh aur andar tak ja raha tha. Pooja ki aankhein band thin, uske chehre par maza saaf dikh raha tha. Usne apne honth kaat liye.

Kuch hi der mein Pooja ka shareer akad gaya. Woh zor se jhadi. Uski chut ne Suresh ke lund ko nichod liya. Suresh do dhakkon ke baad uske andar hi jhad gaya. Uska paani uski chut mein bhar gaya. Dono haanfte hue lete rahe.

Suresh ne uske maathe par paseena ponchha. "Diary mein yeh sab padhkar tumhe gussa nahi aaya?" usne puchha. Pooja ne uski aankhon mein dekha. "Gussa? Main toh khush hoon ki mere pati ke sapne itne garam hain. Ab in sapnon ko poora karne ki zimmedari meri."

"Fantasy 1 poori," Suresh ne kaha. Pooja ne uski chhaati par ungli ghumayi. "Ab Fantasy 2. Terrace par. Abhi." Suresh ne use god mein uthaya. Woh terrace ki seedhiyan chadhne lage.

Terrace par thandi hawa chal rahi thi. Aasmaan mein taare the. Suresh ne Pooja ko deewar se lagaya. Usne uski saree phir se upar ki. Pooja ne uska lund pakad liya. Woh ab bhi aadha khada tha. Usne use hilana shuru kiya.

Suresh ne use palta diya. Uska chehra deewar ki taraf tha. Suresh peeche se uske andar ghusa. Pooja ne deewar pakad li. Suresh ne uski kamar pakadkar zor daar dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Neeche gali mein koi scooter guzra, lekin unhe koi parwah nahi thi.

Khule aasmaan ke neeche, taaron ki roshni mein, Pooja ko sabse zyada maza aa raha tha. Usne peeche dhakelna shuru kar diya. Suresh ne uske baal pakadkar uska chehra upar kiya. "Kaisa lag raha hai?" usne puchha.

"Bahut achha," Pooja ne haanfte hue kaha. "Diary mein likhne se bhi achha." Suresh ne uski chuchiyon ko peeche se pakda aur masalte hue dhakke maarta raha. Usne uski gardan par kaata. Pooja do baar jhadi, uski taangein kaanpne lagin.

Phir Suresh ne use seedha kiya aur uske muh mein apna lund daal diya. Pooja ne use choosna shuru kar diya. Usne pehle kabhi aisa nahi kiya tha, lekin diary padhne ke baad woh sab try karna chahti thi. Suresh ne uske sir ko pakadkar andar baahar kiya.

Kuch der mein Suresh uske muh mein jhad gaya. Pooja ne sab nigal liya. Dono terrace par lete gaye. Thandi hawa unke paseene wale shareeron ko sehla rahi thi.

"Diary mein kitni fantasies hain?" Pooja ne puchha. "Saat," Suresh ne kaha. Pooja muskurayi. "Toh saat raatein taiyaar rakho. Har raat ek fantasy." Suresh ne use baahon mein bhar liya. "Aur aathvin raat?" Pooja ne kaha, "Aathvin raat ko tum nayi diary likhoge. Mere baare mein."

Neeche aakar Suresh ne diary uthayi aur use bistar ke paas wali drawer mein rakh diya. Pooja ne dekha aur boli, "Ab yahi rahegi. Roz raat ko ek panna padhenge." Suresh hansa. Us raat unhone Fantasy 2 ko phir se dohraaya, bistar par, dheere dheere, ek dusre ko dekhte hue.

Subah Suresh office ke liye taiyaar ho raha tha. Pooja ne use tie pehnate hue kaha, "Aaj raat Fantasy 4. Shower wali." Suresh ki aankhein chamak uthin. "Tum badal gayi ho, Pooja." Pooja ne uske gaal par kaata. "Nahi, tumne mujhe pehchana hai. Woh diary tumne chhupayi kyun thi?"

Suresh ne use gale lagaya. "Darr tha ki tum bura maan jaogi." Pooja ne kaha, "Ab se koi darr nahi. Jo man mein hai, diary mein likho. Aur jo diary mein hai, woh bistar mein hoga." Suresh ne uska haath pakda aur woh dono muskurate hue din ki shuruaat karne lage.