ہاسٹل کے وارڈن نے میری بیلی کے سیل توڑ دیے

Mera naam Zara hai.
20 saal ki, college ki final year,
Aur hostel mein rehti hoon — jahan sabse strict insaan hai: Warden Sir, Mr. Hassan.

40 saal ke, tall, clean-shaven,
Aur aankhon mein woh chamak jo sirf experienced mardoon mein hoti hai.

Log kehte hain, “Warden Sir ko koi nahi chhed sakta.”
Lekin maine dekha tha —
Jab main gym se wapas aati, tight sports bra mein, toh woh mujhe dekhta rehta.

Kal raat, main library se late wapas aayi.
Hostel gate band tha.
Maine bell bajayi…
Toh Warden Sir khud aaye.

“Zara… itni raat ko kahan thi?” unhone pucha, aawaz thodi kharab hui hui.

“Sirf library mein padh rahi thi,” maine jhooth bola.

Unhone mujhe andar bulaya…
Lekin main gate ke paas khadi thi,
Aur unhone mera haath pakad kar hostel ke peeche wale store room mein le gaaya.

“Tu har ladke ko dekhti hai… lekin kya kabhi kisi ne tujhe asli tarah se chhua hai?” unhone kaha.

Main chup rahi.
Lekin meri saans tez ho gayi.

Unhone mujhe deewar se lagaya…
Aur apna haath mere chut par rakh diya — sirf jeans ke upar se.

“Ah… ah… ah… umah… ah…”

“Tere billi ke ceel abhi tak band hain,” unhone kaha.
“Aaj main tumhe asli zindagi ka pehla sabak doonga.”

Unhone meri jeans utaari…
Phir panty neeche kheench li.

“Ab rukna nahi… chahe jo bhi ho,” maine kaha.

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

Main chillayi nahi… lekin meri jism jali.

“Ah… ah… ah… umah… ah!”
Har thrust ke saath meri saansen tez hoti gayi.

20 minute tak woh mujhe store room ki deewar se lagaa kar chodta raha…
Jab tak mujhe laga jaise main ud rahi hoon.

Jab sab kuch khatam hua,
Unhone meri gili billi ko chuma aur kaha:

“Ab teri ceel khul gaye hain… kal raat phir aana.”

Maine sirf sar hilaya.

Kyunki hostel ki chhat ke neeche bhi… khwaahishen azaad hoti hain.

Aur main?
Main ab sirf student nahi thi…
Main apni billi ki malik thi —