داماد روز میری موٹی بیلی مارتا تھا

Mera naam Nida hai.
40 saal ki, shadi shuda, lekin dil se azaad aur jawaan.
Aur haan — main thodi moti hoon… lekin meri bili (chut) itni garam ke har raat mera damad use chodne ke liye bechain rehta hai.

Log kehte hain, “Moti aurat ko sharam karni chahiye.”
Lekin mera damad, Zain, kehta hai:

“Tumhari moti bili hi meri duniya hai… har raat main use chodta hoon, lekin kabhi khatam nahi hota.”

Aur sach mein… woh har raat marta hai.

Kal raat bhi wohi hua.
Main nightie mein leti hui thi,
Zain ne drawing room se dekha ke main apne haathon se apni chut ko chhoo rahi hoon.

Woh andar aaya…
Bina kuch kaha, meri jhaanghe khol di.

“Phir se pyaas lagi, meri moti bili?” usne muskura kar pucha.

“Haan… aur aaj zyada garam hoon,” maine kaha.

Usne apna lund nikala — lamba, mota, aur poori tarah taiyyar.
Phir ek jhatak mein — poori tarah andar.

“Ah… ah… ah… umah… ah!” main chillayi, lekin haathon ne uske kamar pakad li.

Woh meri moti kamar ko pakad kar jhatakne laga…
Har thrust ke saath meri saansen tez hoti gayi.

“Tu itni tight hai… jaise pehli baar ho,” woh bola.

“Kyunki har baar tumhare liye nayi hoti hoon,” maine kaha.

20 minute tak woh mujhe chodta raha…
Jab tak mujhe laga jaise main ud rahi hoon.

Jab sab kuch khatam hua,
Zain ne meri paseene se bheegi moti bili ko chuma aur kaha:

“Kal phir marunga… kyunki yeh meri jaan hai.”

Main muskuraayi…
Kyunki moti hona aur khud se pyaar karna… do alag cheezein hain.
Aur main?
Main apni moti bili par fakhr karti hoon —