Mera naam Aakriti hai, umar 28 saal. Main Rampur gaon ki bahu hu. Mere pati shehar mein job karte hai aur is Diwali pe bhi nahi aa sake. Ghar mein sirf main, sasur, sasu maa aur Jeth ji rehte hai. Is baar mera nanad ka beta Vihaan (24 saal) shehar se gaon aaya hua tha. Vihaan strong body wala, handsome aur confident ladka hai. Wo mujhe “Mami” kehta tha aur main use “bhanja” bulati thi.
Diwali ka tyohaar gaon mein bahut dhoom-dhaam se manaya jata hai. Ghar ki safayi, rangoli, diya, patakhe aur mithaiyon ka mahaul hota hai. Is baar Vihaan ne kaha tha, “Mami, main aapki madad karunga safayi mein. Aap akeli bahut thak jaati hongi.”
Main sharma kar boli thi, “Bhanja, tu mera bhanja hai. Madad karne ki zaroorat nahi.”
Lekin andar se ek halki si khushi bhi hui thi kyunki pati ke baahar rehne se ghar bahut sunsaan lagta tha.
Diwali se do din pehle safayi shuru hui. Ghar ke har kone mein dhool, purane samaan aur Diwali ki cheezein nikaalne ka kaam tha. Vihaan subah se hi aa gaya. Usne simple kurta-pajama pehna hua tha aur main ne ek simple cream rang ki cotton saree pehni thi. Blouse tight tha, to choochiyon ka ubhaar saaf dikh raha tha aur dupatta thoda dhila tha.
Pehle hum dono drawing room ki safayi kar rahe the. Vihaan ne ek badi almari ko shift karne mein madad ki. Jab wo almari ko dhakka de raha tha, main neeche jhuk kar saman nikaal rahi thi. Us waqt mera pallu sarak gaya aur Vihaan ki nazar meri kamar par pad gayi.
Vihaan ne dheere se kaha, “Mami, aapki kamar bahut patli hai. Itni mehnat karti ho fir bhi itni sundar kaise rehti ho?”
Main sharma kar dupatta theek karti hui boli, “Bhanja… aisi baatein mat kar. Main teri mami hu.”
Lekin Vihaan ne rukne ki bajaye mujhe aur kareeb aa kar almari ko theek se shift karne mein madad ki. Uske hath meri kamar ke paas the. Jab main uthi to mera badan uske seene se takraya. Vihaan ne turant hath hata liya lekin uski aankhon mein ek chamak thi.
Fir hum dono terrace par safayi karne gaye. Wahan purane samaan, purani lights aur dhool bhari hui thi. Vihaan ne ladder lagayi aur upar chadh kar lights nikaalne laga. Main neeche khadi thi aur samaan pakad rahi thi. Jab wo neeche utra, to uska hath mere kandhe par pad gaya.
Usne dheere se kaha, “Mami, aap bahut thak jaati hongi. Aap baitho, main akela kar loonga.”
Main boli, “Bhanja, tu akela kya karega? Madad to karni hi padegi.”
Vihaan ne muskurate hue mujhe ladder ke paas le gaya aur bola,“Mami, aap upar chadho. Main neeche se pakadta hu taaki gir na jao.”
Main ladder par chadhi. Saree ka pallu thoda sarak gaya. Vihaan neeche se mera hath pakad kar support de raha tha. Uske hath meri kamar par the aur unki ungliyan dheere-dheere meri skin par fer rahi thi. Main kaamp uthi, “Vihaan bhanja… dheere… main balance nahi kar paa rahi.”
Vihaan ne gehri awaaz mein kaha, “Mami, darro mat. Main hu na. Aap bahut akeli rehti ho. Patidev shehar mein hai. Aaj main aapki poori madad karunga… har tarah se.”
Uske shabd sun kar mera chehra laal ho gaya. Lekin main kuch nahi boli. Safayi ke bahane hum dono ke beech closeness badhti jaa rahi thi.
Shaam hone tak ghar ki safayi ho gayi thi. Vihaan ne mujhe paani diya aur bola, “Mami, aap bahut thak gayi ho. Aap baitho, main chai bana deta hu.”
Main baith gayi. Vihaan chai laaya aur mere paas baith gaya. Usne mera hath pakad kar kaha,“Mami, aap bahut mehnati ho. Aapko koi sahara chahiye. Main hu na aapke liye.”
Main sharma kar hath chudhane lagi lekin Vihaan ne tightly pakad rakha tha. Usne dheere se mere hath ko sehlaya aur boli, “Mami… aapki skin bahut naram hai. Aap bahut pyari ho.”
Raat hone lagi thi. Diwali ki raat thi. Ghar mein diya jal rahe the, patakhe phoot rahe the aur gaon mein masti ka mahaul tha. Vihaan ne mujhe chhat par bulaya lights aur diya jalane ke liye.
Chhat par sirf hum dono the. Lantern aur diya ki roshni mein mera cream saree aur Vihaan ka kurta bahut sundar lag raha tha. Vihaan ne mujhe paas bula kar kaha, “Mami, aaj Diwali hai. Ghar saaf ho gaya hai. Ab thoda pyar bhi to hona chahiye na?”
Main sharma kar boli, “Vihaan bhanja… ye kya bol raha hai? Main teri mami hu.”
Lekin Vihaan ne mujhe deewar se sata diya. Usne mera dupatta side mein kiya aur saree ke pallu ko dheere se neeche gira diya. Uske hath meri kamar par the aur wo dheere-dheere upar badh rahe the.
“Mami… aap bahut garam ho. Aapki saans tez ho rahi hai. Aaj Diwali ki raat hai… main aapko wo pyar doonga jo aapko chahiye.”
Vihaan ne mera chehra apne hathon mein liya aur gehra kiss kar diya. Pehla kiss soft tha, lekin jaldi passionate hota gaya. Usne meri jeebh choos li. Main pehle hati lekin fir uske seene se lipat gayi.
Kiss ke dauran uska hath meri choochiyon par pahunch gaya. Usne blouse ke upar se zor se dabaya. Main siskari bhar uthi,“Aaahhh… Vihaan bhanja… aur zor se… bahut din se kisi ne aise nahi chhua…”
Vihaan ne blouse ke hook khole aur dono badi choochiyon baahar nikaal li. Usne ek nipple muh mein liya aur zor-zor se choosne laga. Doosre ko hath se masalta raha. Main tadap uthi, “Haa Vihaan bhanja… aur zor se chooso… mami ki choochiyan teri hai aaj… aaahhh… kaato unhe…”
Vihaan ne dono choochiyon ko baari-bari choosa, kaata aur jeebh se ghumaya. Fir usne mujhe chhat ki purani charpai par litaya. Usne meri saree ki naadi kholi aur panty neeche kar di. Usne apni jeebh se meri chut chaatni shuru kar di. Main zor se moan karne lagi, “Aaahhh… Vihaan bhanja… aur andar… chato meri chut… aaahhh… bahut maza aa raha hai… aur tez karo…”
Main pehli baar jhad gayi.Fir Vihaan ne apna mota lund baahar nikala. Usne mujhe ghuma kar doggy style mein kiya aur peeche se andar daal diya. Main cheekh uthi,“Aaaahhh… bahut mota hai bhanja… phaad rahi hai meri chut… dheere… aaahhh… poora andar le lo…”
Vihaan ne zor-zor se dhakke maare. Har dhakke ke sath meri gaand hil rahi thi. Usne meri kamar pakad kar aur tez kiya.“Aaahhh… Vihaan bhanja… aur zor se… faad do meri chut… chod mujhe… main teri hu aaj…”
Vihaan ne mujhe ghuma kar apne upar bitha liya. Main upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Usne meri choochiyon ko kheenchte hue dhakke maare.
Last mein Vihaan ne mere andar hi garam maal bhar diya. Main zor se kaamp uthi aur unke sath hi jhad gayi.
Dono thak kar lipte hue let gaye. Main Vihaan ke seene pe sar rakh kar boli, “Vihaan bhanja… ye bahut galat tha… lekin Diwali ki raat bahut yaad rahegi.”
Vihaan ne mera matha chooma aur bola, “Mami… main ab har tyohaar pe aaunga… aur jab bhi aap bulayengi.”
Main sharma kar uske seene mein muh chhupa liya.