Bhabhi aur dever — aik mah ki azmaish
Sohail , 38 saal ka naram mizaaj, mehnati shohar, aik din shaam ko ghar wapas aaya to apni biwi Noshin se bola :
“Suno Noshin … mera cosuon bhai, Arfan , hamaray haan aa raha hai. usay yahan se A-M-C ki tayari karni hai. tumhe koi aitraaz to nahi? ”
Nosheen, 35 years ki beautiful, intelligent aur homely woman, muskura ke boli:
“Arrey bhai! Tumhara cousin matlab mera devar… main kyun aitraaz karungi? Uska toh welcome hi karungi!”
Next day subah hi Irfan aa gaya — 23 years ka young ladka, lamba, handsome face, muskaan jaise chaand ki roshni. Nosheen ne uska pyar se welcome kiya, room tayaar kiya, khana pyar se banaya.
Soheil ne dono ko ek saath bitha kar kaha:
“Main roz office jaunga… tum dono ghar par saath rahoge. Irfan, tum apni bhabhi ka khayal rakhna. Nosheen, tum use apna bhai samajhna.”
Dono ne haan mein sir hilaya… lekin kisko pata tha ke yeh “bhai-bhabhi” ka rishta itni kasauti pe aayega.
Part 2: Ek Mahine ki Tanhaai
Ek hafta guzra… phir do… phir teen.
Soheil ne bataya ke usse ek mahine ke liye bahar jana hai project pe. Raat ko Nosheen ke paas aaya, dono ne ek dusre ke saath waqt guzara — narm touch, garam saansein, dil ki dhadkanein.
Nosheen ne kaha:
“Tum ek mahine ke liye ja rahe ho… aaj raat film bhi nahi dekhte?”
Soheil ne uske honton ko chumte hue kaha:
“Bas tumhari aankhon mein hi toh meri duniya hai… kal se tum akeli ho jaogi.”
Subah woh chala gaya.
Ab ghar mein sirf Nosheen aur Irfan.
Part 3: Dil ki Dhadkanein, Khayalon ki Lehrein
Pehle kuch din sab normal raha. Breakfast, lunch, dinner — saath. Irfan books padhta, Nosheen ghar sambhalti.
Magar dheere-dheere nazrein badhne lagi.
Irfan jab bhi Nosheen ko kitchen mein dekhta — uski chaal, uski muskaan, uski awaaz… sab uske dil mein utar jaate. Woh apne aap ko rokta, par dil nahi rukta.
Ek din barish ho rahi thi… Nosheen kapde tang rahi thi… hawa se uska kurta uddh kar Irfan ke chehre par gir gaya. Dono sharma gaye… nazrein mili aur gaal laal ho gaye.
Irfan ne socha:
“Yeh meri bhabhi hai… par itni khubsurat, itni pyaari… kya yeh mohabbat hai ya sirf tanhaai ka asar?”
Nosheen bhi raaton ko sochti:
“Main shaadi shuda hoon… par Irfan itna innocent, itna masoom… kya main ghalat soch rahi hoon?”
Part 4: Woh Raat… Jab Dil Ne Baghawat Ki
Ek raat bijli chali gayi. Barish thi, hawa chal rahi thi.
Nosheen ne candle jalaayi… Irfan bahar aaya… dono drawing room mein baithe. Nosheen ne chai banayi, baatein ki — ghar, khwaab, future… phir khamoshi.
Achanak Irfan bola:
“Bhabhi… aap bohot achhi insaan hain… main aapka shukriya ada karta hoon.”
Nosheen muskuraayi:
“Tum mere bhai ho… shukriya kyun?”
Irfan ne himmat ki, Nosheen ka haath thaam kar bola:
“Lekin… kya main sirf ‘bhai’ hi hoon? Main aapse… mohabbat karta hoon.”
Nosheen ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye:
“Irfan… yeh ghalat hai. Main tumhari bhabhi hoon… tumhare bhai ki biwi!”
Irfan ne sir jhuka liya… phir kaha:
“Main jaanta hoon… lekin dil ne kabhi nahi maana.”
Part 5: Rishta Jo Shaadi Se Bhi Gehraa
Irfan ke alfaaz hawa mein tairte rahe…
“Main aapse mohabbat karta hoon.”
Nosheen ke aansu behte rahe… par usne inkaar nahi kiya. Uska dil bhi toh waise hi dhadak raha tha — ek aisi dhadkan jo saalon se khamosh thi.
Nosheen ne dheeme se pucha:
“Irfan… yeh mohabbat hai ya sirf tanhaai?”
Irfan ka jawab dil se nikla:
“Agar yeh tanhaai hoti… toh main kisi aur ko dhoondta. Agar yeh sirf bechaini hoti… toh main raaton ko tumhari chappal ki aawaaz ka intezaar na karta. Main tumhe yaad karta hoon… har pal.”
Nosheen ne apna chehra haathon mein chhupa liya:
“Main shaadi shuda hoon… Soheil mera pati hai…”
Irfan ne dard bhari aawaaz mein kaha:
“Woh tumhe chhod kar gaya hai… main toh tumhare saath hoon. Tumhari muskaan ka, tumhari khamoshi ka, tumhare gham ka… saathi.”
Part 6: Woh Raat… Jab Do Dilon Ka Bistar Ek Ho Gaya
Agli raat bijli phir chali gayi.
Is baar Nosheen ne candle nahi jalaayi.
Dono drawing room mein baithe… chandni ki roshni kamre mein faili thi… barish ki boonden khidki pe dastak de rahi thi.
Irfan ne dheere se kaha:
“Kya main tumhare paas baith sakta hoon? Sirf paas… bas tumhare kareeb.”
Nosheen ne haan mein sar hilaya.
Woh uske paas aaya… uska haath thaama… aur phir use apni taraf khinch liya.
Nosheen ne resist nahi kiya… balki apna sar Irfan ke seene par rakh diya.
Aur phir… pehla kiss hua — narm, garam, be-ikhtiyaar… jaise do dariya mil gaye ho.
Phir doosra… phir teesra…
Aur phir dono ek saath usi kamre mein chale gaye…
Jahan pe pehle Irfan ka bistar tha… ab wahan sirf ek hi bistar tha —
Irfan ne Nosheen ko bed par lita diya… Irfan ne Nosheen ke aur apne kapde utaare… Irfan ne Nosheen ko chudai karna shuru kiya. Nosheen ki aankhen band ho gayi… aur uske honton se aawaaz nikli “ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh”.
Phir Irfan ne Nosheen ki phudi chaatna shuru kar diya. Kuch waqt aise hi guzra… aur ab Irfan ne apne lund par thook lagaya. Ek zor daar jhatka maara… Nosheen ka paani nikal gaya.
Phir Irfan ne apna lund Nosheen ke Boobs par rakh kar ragda… aur Irfan bhi farig ho gaya. Irfan ne pichkaari Nosheen ke muh par maari…
Aur phir dono ek doosre ke upar so gaye.
Aapko yeh kahani kaisi lagi? ✅