Suhagrat Ki Chudai Ki Kahani: Meher Ka Aakhri Faisla - Part 3

"Aarav... phone dekho," Meher fusfusayi. Andhere kamre mein uske phone ki screen neeli roshni phaink rahi thi. Aarav ne karwat li, neend mein haath badhaya, aur screen par jo dikha usne uski neend ek second mein uda di. WhatsApp par Kabir ka message tha. Ek photo. Unke suite ke darwaze ki photo. Time stamp: 2:47 AM. Neeche likha tha: "Suna maine sab kuch. Subah 8 baje, lobby ke coffee shop mein. Nahi aaye to tumhare papa ko sab bata dunga." Unki suhagrat ki chudai ki kahani ab apne sabse khatarnaak mod par thi.

Aarav bistar par baith gaya. AC ki thandi hawa ke bawajood uske maathe par paseena tha. Photo mein darwaze ka wohi brass number dikh raha tha, 1204, jo unhone teen ghante pehle band kiya tha. Matlab Kabir floor par hi tha. Matlab usne sab suna tha. Unki saansein, Meher ki cheekhein, bistar ki churr mur. Sab kuch.

Meher ki ungliyaan kaanp rahi thi. Usne phone bistar par phek diya jaise woh jal raha ho. "Woh... woh wahin tha, Aarav. Poori raat wahin khada tha. Usne..." Uske galon par aansu behne lage, lekin is baar darr ke nahi, gusse ke. "Usne humari sabse private cheez ko apna hathiyar bana liya."

Aarav ne use apni baahon mein kheench liya. Uske baal geele the paseene se, uska dil uski chhaati se lagkar dhadak raha tha, tez, tez. "Shh," usne kaha, uske maathe ko choomte hue. "Hum uske saamne nahi jhukenge, Meher. Main tumse vaada karta hoon. Nahi jhukenge."

Meher ne apna chehra uthaya. Andhere mein uski aankhein chamak rahi thi, lekin ab unmein aansuon ki jagah kuch aur tha. Ek faisla. "Bas," usne kaha, dheere lekin mazbooti se. "Ab bas, Aarav. Main bhaag nahi sakti usse. Ek hi raasta hai." Usne gehri saans li. "Main khud papa ko bataungi. Subah 6:30 baje. Sab kuch. Kabir ke baare mein, do saal ke baare mein, jabardasti ke breakup ke baare mein, aur is blackmail ke baare mein. Blackmail sirf raaz par chalta hai, Aarav. Raaz khatm, blackmail khatm."

Aarav ne use gaur se dekha. "Tum sure ho? Tumhare papa..." "Mere papa mujhse pyaar karte hain," Meher ne uski baat kaati. "Naraaz honge, chillaayenge, shayad do din baat na karein. Lekin woh mere papa hain. Aur tum..." usne uska haath apne haathon mein liya, "tum mere pati ho. Kal raat tumne mujhe apnaya jab main toot rahi thi. Ab meri baari hai. Main hum dono ko bachaungi."

Uske baad neend kahaan aani thi. Chaar baj rahe the. Kamre mein sirf AC ki halki aawaaz thi aur unki saansein. Meher ne achanak Aarav ka chehra apne haathon mein liya aur use choom liya, dheere nahi, bhookh ke saath. Uske honth garam the, namkeen aansuon wale. "Mujhe mehsoos karao ki main tumhari hoon," usne uske kaan mein kaha. "Is waqt. Abhi."

Aarav ne uski nightie ke strap kheenche. Kapda uske kandhon se sarak kar bistar par gir gaya. Andhere mein uska badan doodh jaisa chamak raha tha, uske ubhaar saans ke saath upar neeche ho rahe the. Usne apna chehra uski gardan mein chhupa diya, uski khushboo sunghta hua, paseena aur uska apna meetha pasina. Uske honth uski gardan se hote hue uske seene tak pahunche.

Usne uske ek ubhaar ko munh mein liya, halke se kaata, to Meher ki saans atak gayi. "Aarav..." Uske haath uske baalon mein the, use aur andar daba rahi thi. Usne dusre ubhaar ko ungliyon se masla, nipple ko anguthe se ragda, aur Meher ne apni taangein uske ird gird lapet li. "Aur," usne kaha. "Ruko mat."

Uska haath neeche sarka, uski panty ke andar. Woh geeli thi, poori tarah bheegi hui, uski ungliyaan aasani se andar sarak gayin. Usne uski chut ko ungliyon se khola, clit ko dhoondha, gol gol ragda. Meher ne bistar ki chadar ko mutthi mein bheench liya. "Haan... wahin... bas wahin..." Uske koolhe upar uthne lage, uski ungliyon se milne ke liye.

Meher ne use palta diya. Ab woh upar thi, uski aankhon mein wohi faisle wali chamak. Usne uska underwear kheench kar utaar pheka. Uska lund khada tha, poori tarah tan hua, uski nasen ubhri hui. Usne use apne haath mein liya, dheere se hilaya, phir jhuk kar use apne munh mein le liya. Aarav ke munh se ek gehri aah nikli.

Usne use choosa, tez, dheere, jeebh se uske top ko chhedti hui. Uska ek haath uske andkosh sehl raha tha. Aarav ke pairon ki ungliyaan sikud gayin. "Meher... main..." "Nahi," usne munh hatakar kaha, saans phool rahi thi. "Abhi nahi. Pehle main." Woh uske badan par upar sarki, apni chut ko uske lund par rakha, aur dheere dheere neeche baithi.

Jab woh poori tarah andar gaya, dono ki saansein ruk gayin. Woh garam thi, kasi hui, uske ird gird lapti hui. Meher ne apni aankhein band kar li aur hilne lagi, dheere dheere, upar neeche. Uske baal uske chehre par bikhre the, uske ubhaar uchhal rahe the. Aarav ne unhe pakad liya, masalte hue, uski raftaar ke saath apne koolhe upar uchhaalte hue.

"Dekho mujhe," Aarav ne kaha. Usne aankhein kholi. Andhere mein bhi woh ek dusre ko dekh sakte the. "Tum meri ho, Meher. Sirf meri. Koi Kabir, koi duniya, tumhe mujhse nahi chheen sakti." Usne tezi badha di. Bistar ki churr mur tez ho gayi. Meher ki cheekhein dabbi hui thi, takiye mein munh chhupaye, lekin uska badan sab keh raha tha.

Uska charam nazdeek tha. Usne mehsoos kiya, uski chut uske lund ko kas rahi thi, chhod rahi thi, kas rahi thi. "Aa raha hai... Aarav, aa raha hai..." Usne use pakad kar tez dhakke lagaye, aur woh chhoot gayi, uska badan kaanpne laga, uski cheekh takiye mein dab gayi. Usi pal Aarav bhi chhoota, uske andar, garam, gehra. Woh us par gir padi, dono paseene mein bheeege, saans phool rahi thi.

Phone ko unhone munh ke bal palat diya tha. Ab woh sirf ek kaala dabba tha, bekaar. Meher Aarav ki chhaati par sir rakh kar leti thi, uski dhadkan sunti hui. "6:30 baje alarm laga do," usne kaha. "Uske baad jo hoga, hum saath dekhenge."

Subah 6:30 baje alarm baja. Meher ek jhatke mein baithi. Usne paani piya, gehri saans li, aur apne papa ka number milaya. Aarav uska haath pakde raha. Phone teen baar baja, phir uthaya gaya. "Hello? Meher beta? Itni subah? Sab theek hai?"

"Papa," Meher ki aawaaz kaanpi, phir sambhli. "Mujhe aapko kuch batana hai. Sab kuch. Please beech mein mat tokna." Aur usne bata diya. Kabir ke baare mein. Do saal ke rishte ke baare mein. Us raat ke baare mein jab gharwalon ne unhe alag kiya tha. Shaadi mein uske aane ke baare mein. Darwaze par dastak ke baare mein. Aur subah 8 baje ke blackmail ke baare mein. Sab kuch, ek saans mein.

Dusri taraf khamoshi thi. Itni lambi khamoshi ki Meher ko laga phone kat gaya. "Papa?" "Main sun raha hoon, beta," uske papa ki aawaaz aayi, bhari hui. "Mujhe... mujhe shak tha. Us ladke ke baare mein. Tumhari mummy ne ek baar uska naam suna tha tumhare kamre se." Ek gehri saans. "Meher, mujhe sirf ek baat batao. Aarav... woh kaisa ladka hai?"

Meher ne Aarav ko dekha, jo uska haath pakde uski aankhon mein dekh raha tha. Uske aansu behne lage, lekin honthon par hansi thi. "Woh... woh sabse achha hai, papa. Usne mujhe tab apnaya jab main toot chuki thi. Usne mujhse kaha ki mera ateet mera bojh nahi hai." "To phir," uske papa ne kaha, aur unki aawaaz mein pehli baar narmi thi, "to phir tumne sahi ghar chuna hai, beta. Tum dono shaam ko ghar aa jao. Aaram se baat karenge. Aur us Kabir ki fikar mat karo. Usse main nipat lunga."

Phone katne ke baad Meher ne Aarav ko dekha aur dono hans pade, aansuon wali hansi. "Khatm," usne kaha. "Uska hathiyar khatm." Aarav ne use gale laga liya, zor se. "Tum sabse bahadur ladki ho jo maine dekhi hai."

Phir bhi woh coffee shop gaye. 7:55 par. Kyunki Meher ne kaha tha, "Main use apne saamne haarta hua dekhna chahti hoon." Lobby ka coffee shop khaali tha. Kabir kone wali table par baitha tha, chehre par wahi ghamandi muskaan. Unhe dekh kar woh seedha hua. "Aa gaye. Samajhdaar ho."

Meher uske saamne baithi. Bina kuch kahe usne apna phone table par sarka diya. Screen par call log tha: 6:47 AM, 11 minute 23 second, "Papa". Kabir ne dekha. Phir dobara dekha. Uske chehre ka rang badal gaya. "Yeh... yeh kya hai?" "Iska matlab," Meher ne shaanti se kaha, "ki tumhare paas ab kuch nahi bacha, Kabir. Papa ko sab pata hai. Maine khud bataya. Ab tum chaaho to unhe phone karke bata do. Woh tumhara intezaar kar rahe honge."

Kabir ka munh khula reh gaya. "Tum... tumne khud..." "Haan. Kyunki main tumse nahi darti. Aur," usne Aarav ka haath pakda, "kyunki mere paas chhupane ko kuch nahi hai." Kabir ne kuch kehna chaha, dhamki dena chaha, lekin Aarav dheere se khada ho gaya. Uski unchai, uski shaanti, sab kuch keh gayi. Kabir ne apna coffee ka cup uthaya, rakha, aur bina ek shabd kahe coffee shop se nikal gaya.

Waiter do coffee rakh gaya jinhe kisi ne nahi chhua. Meher aur Aarav ek dusre ko dekh kar hans pade, is baar halki, aazaad hansi. "Chalo," Aarav ne kaha, uthte hue. "Kamre mein chalte hain. Aaj ka din humara hai."

Suite mein wapas aate hi darwaza band hote hi Meher ne Aarav ko deewar se laga diya. "Ab koi dar nahi," usne kaha, uski shirt ke button kholte hue. "Ab koi chhupna nahi. Mujhe woh wali Meher banao jo kal raat thi, bas is baar..." usne uski aankhon mein dekha, "is baar poori aazaadi ke saath."

Shower mein paani garam tha. Bhaap se sheesha dhundla ho gaya. Meher ne Aarav ko tiles se laga diya, paani dono par gir raha tha. Usne uske lund ko haath mein liya, soap lagaya, dheere dheere malte hue. Uske haath phisal rahe the, uski giraft mazboot thi. Aarav ne uske geele baalon ko pakad kar uska chehra upar kiya aur use chooma, paani unke honthon par beh raha tha.

Usne use ghuma diya. Uske haath tiles par the, kamar jhuki hui, paani uski peeth par beh raha tha. Aarav uske peeche aaya, apna lund uski chut par ragda, geela, taiyaar. Phir ek dhakke mein andar. Meher cheekh padi, paani ki aawaaz mein uski aawaaz goonj gayi. Usne tez dhakke lagaye, uske koolhon ko pakde hue, paani unke jismon par uchhal raha tha.

"Aur tez," Meher ne kaha, peeche dekhte hue, paani uske chehre par. "Mujhe dikhao ki main tumhari hoon." Aarav ne uski raftaar badha di. Shower ki deewar par uske haathon ki pakad mazboot ho gayi. Uska charam aaya, tez, bijli jaisa, uski taangein kaanpne lagi. Aarav ne use sambhala, use bahar nikala, aur use god mein utha kar bistar tak le gaya, dono geele, farsh par paani ke nishaan chhodte hue.

Bistar par Meher uske upar aayi. Uske geele baal uski peeth par chipke the. Usne uske lund ko apne andar liya aur hilne lagi, dheere, gehri chaalon ke saath. Uske haath uski chhaati par the, ungliyaan uske baalon mein. "Dekho," usne kaha. "Koi andhera nahi. Koi dar nahi. Sirf tum aur main." Aarav ne uske koolhon ko pakad kar use tez kiya. Kamra unki aawaazon se bhar gaya, khula, beparwah.

Phir usne use ghutnon par kiya. Doggy position mein Meher ki kamar dhanush jaise jhuki thi. Aarav peeche se andar gaya, gehra, tez. Uske dhakke ab tez the, betaab. Meher bistar ki chadar ko noch rahi thi. "Haan... haan... bas aise hi..." Uska badan har dhakke ke saath aage sarak raha tha. Aarav ne uske baal pakad kar uska chehra peeche kheecha aur uske honthon ko chooma, ajeeb angle par, bhookha chooma.

Dono ek saath chhoote. Meher ki cheekh kamre mein goonji, khuli, aazaad. Aarav uske upar gir pada, dono ka paseena ek ho gaya. Kuch der tak koi kuch nahi bola. Sirf saansein thi, aur subah ki roshni jo pardon ke beech se aa rahi thi.

"Main tumse pyaar karti hoon, Aarav," Meher ne kaha, uski chhaati par ungli se likhte hue. "Kal raat se nahi. Shayad usse pehle se. Bas kehne ki himmat aaj aayi." Aarav ne uske haath ko chooma. "Aur main tumse. Aaj, kal, hamesha."

Tabhi darwaze par dastak hui. Room service. Nashta. Meher ne Aarav ke kandhe mein apna chehra chhupa kar hansi, wohi khuli hansi. Usne chaadar ko apne ird gird lapeta aur chillayi, "Ek minute!" Phir Aarav ki taraf dekh kar muskurayi aur kaha, "Andar aane do. Ab koi darwaza band nahi rahega."