Mera naam Rabia hai.
34 saal ki, shadi shuda, lekin dil se azaad.
Mera shohar har hafte ek din apne dost ke saath fishing ke liye jaata hai.
Aur main?
Main ghar mein akeli rehti… lekin kabhi tanha nahi mehsoos karti.
Kyunki uske dost, Arsal, ko pata tha —
Main usse dekhti hoon… aur woh mujhe dekhta hai.
Aaj bhi wohi din tha.
Shohar chala gaya.
Main balcony par sunbathing kar rahi thi — sirf ek white cotton ka crop top aur shorts pehne huye.
Paseene ki wajah se mera jism chamak raha tha…
Aur chut thodi si gili ho chuki thi.
Tabhi door se awaaz aayi:
“Rabia… tumhare ghar ka gate khula pada hai.”
Maine palat kar dekha — Arsal khada tha,
Jeans tight, t-shirt utari hui, sirf vest mein,
Aur uske haathon mein ek bottle paani.
“Chhod do, main le aati hoon,” maine kaha… lekin pair nahi hilaye.
Woh andar aaya…
Aur jab mere qareeb se guzra, toh usne ruk kar kaha:
“Tumhare jism par suraj ki roshni… jaise koi farishta so raha ho.”
Maine muskura kar kaha:
“Agar farishta hoon, toh kya tum mujhe jagaoge?”
Usne kuch nahi kaha…
Bas mujhe uthaya,
Apni god mein bitha liya,
Aur drawing room ki sofa par leta diya.
“Tu akeli thi… maine socha, shayad tumhe kisi ke haathon ki garmi ki zaroorat ho,” usne kaha.
Maine apni ungli uske seenay par ghumaayi:
“Bas haathon ki nahi… poori garmi ki zaroorat hai.”
Usne mera crop top utaar diya…
Phir shorts neeche kheench liye.
“Ah… ah… ah… umah… ah…” maine kaha, jab usne meri chut par muh rakh diya.
Phir usne apna lund nikala — lamba, mota, aur poori tarah taiyyar.
“Ab batao… kahan se shuru karun?”
“Godhi mein… poori tarah… abhi,” maine kaha.
Usne mujhe apni godhi mein uthaya,
Meri jhaanghe khol di,
Aur ek jhatak mein — andar.
Maine apne honthon ko kaat liya taaki awaaz na nikle…
Lekin meri saansen ne sab kuch keh diya.
25 minute tak woh mujhe godhi mein le kar chodta raha…
Jab tak hum dono ek saath khatam ho gaye.
Jab woh chala gaya, maine apne kapde theek kiye…
Aur shohar ke aane tak chai banayi.
Kyunki kuch rishte sirf jism ke hote hain…
Aur kuch khwaahishen… kabhi khatam nahi hoti.
Main ab sirf biwi nahi thi…
Main apni khud ki malik thi —
Bold. Happy. Aur bilkul bore-free.