Mera naam Ayesha hai.
28 saal ki, single (lekin log sochte hain main shadi shuda hoon),
Aur bohot hi khoobsurat aur sexy — jaise koi magazine se nikli ho.
Kal main apni chhoti behen, Zoya, ke ghar gayi thi.
Woh apne husband ke saath rehti hai…
Aur unka dewar, Rayan — 24 saal ka, gym lover, six-pack wala jawan ladka — bhi wahi rehta hai.
Maine socha, bas chai pee kar chali jaungi…
Lekin jab main store room mein pickle ke bottles dhoondh rahi thi,
Tabhi darwaza band ho gaya.
Peeche se awaaz aayi:
“Bhabhi… aap itni khoobsurat lag rahi thi ke main ruk nahi paaya.”
Maine palat kar dekha — Rayan khada tha,
White t-shirt tight, jeans neeche tak unche,
Aur uske haathon mein ek chabi.
“Tu… yeh kya kar raha hai?” maine kaha, lekin dil dhadak raha tha.
“Bas… ek chhoti si galti sudhar raha hoon,” usne kaha.
“Aapke jism ko dekh kar har ladka pagal ho jata hai…
Par main sirf aapka pagal hoon.“
Usne mujhe almirah ke saamne daba diya…
Aur apna haath mere chut par rakh diya — sirf kapdon ke upar se.
“Ah… ah… ah… umah… ah…” maine kaha, aankhen band kar li.
“Ab batao… kya chahiye?” usne pucha.
“Store room mein… abhi… poori tarah,” maine kaha.
Usne meri kameez utaari…
Phir bra khole…
Do bhaari, garam boobs hawa mein khade ho gaye.
Phir usne apna lund nikala — mota, lamba, aur poori tarah taiyyar.
“Dar lag raha hai?”
“Bas itna dar hai… ke agar tu ruka, toh main mar jaungi,” maine kaha.
Usne ek jhatak mein — poori tarah andar ghusa diya.
Main chillayi nahi… lekin meri saansen ne sab kuch keh diya.
15 minute tak woh mujhe store room ki almirah ke saamne chodta raha…
Jab tak hum dono ek saath farig ho gaye.
Jab woh chala gaya, maine apne kapde theek kiye…
Aur Zoya ko chai banane ke liye bulaya.
Kyunki kuch rishte sirf jism ke hote hain…
Aur kuch khwaahishen… kabhi khatam nahi hoti.
Main ab sirf bhabhi nahi thi…
Main apni khud ki malik thi —