Monsoon ki ek garm, bheegi raat thi.
Bijli gayi hui thi.
Ghar mein sirf do log the —
Neha Chachi — 36 saal ki, divorcee, jiske gubare itne asy the ke har koi palat jata,
Aur Armaan — uska 22 saal ka bhatija, college ka final year, jiske lund ki lambai aur confidence dono hi tez ho rahe the.
Armaan ke maa-baap overseas the, isliye woh chuttiyon mein Neha Chachi ke ghar rehta tha.
Lekin aaj raat… sab kuch badalne wala tha.
Neha Chachi ne shaam ko thoda sa wine piya tha.
Thanda lagaane ke liye sirf ek thin cotton nightie pehni thi — jisme se uske nipples aur gubare saaf nazar aa rahe the.
Woh drawing room ki sofa par so gayi…
Lekin AC band tha, bijli nahi thi,
Aur Armaan… wahi khada tha.
Usne dekha — Chachi ki taanghe thodi khuli hui thi,
Aur uski chut se ek halki si chamak aa rahi thi — gili ho chuki thi garmi ki wajah se.
Armaan ne dheere se sofa ke qareeb aaya.
Usne apna haath Neha Chachi ke gubare par rakh diya — sirf ek baar dabaya.
Neha Chachi ki aankh khuli…
Lekin usne kuch nahi kaha.
Bas apni taanghe thodi aur khol di.
“Tu… itna bold kaise ho gaya?” usne kaha, aawaz mein nasha + chahat.
“Kyunki har raat… main sochta hoon,” Armaan bola,
“Aapki chut kitni garm hogi… aur aapke gubare kitne tight.“
Neha Chachi muskuraayi.
“Agar sach mein jaanna hai… toh aaj raat ka fayda utha le.”
Armaan ne apna t-shirt utaar diya.
Phir jeans khole…
Lund khada tha — mota, gehra, aur poori tarah taiyyar.
Neha Chachi ne apna nightie upar kheench liya…
Aur apni gili chut dikhayi.
“Ab… meri chut ko thukai kro,” usne kaha.
“Jab tak main chillaoon ‘bas’, tu rukna nahi hai.“
Armaan ne condom pehna…
Phir ek jhatak mein — poora andar.
“AHHH—!” Neha Chachi ki aawaz chhat tak pahunch gayi.
“Zor se… zor se… mujhe tod de!”
Armaan ne uske gubaron ko pakad kar jhatakne shuru kar diye.
Har thrust ke saath Neha Chachi ki saans tez hoti gayi…
Uske boobs hil rahe the…
Aur phir…
“Main aa rahi hoon… AA RAHIII—!”
Woh farig ho gayi.
Armaan bhi thodi der baad ruk gaya…
Dono ka paani nikal chuka tha.
Thodi der baad, jab dono saans le rahe the,
Neha Chachi ne Armaan ke honthon ko chuma aur kaha:
“Ab tu sirf mera hai…
Meri chut, meri gili raatein, meri har gandi khwahish… sirf teri hai.“
Armaan ne sirf ek baat kahi:
“Chachi… main aapki thukai ka deewana hoon.
Jab tak aap chahein… main aapko har raat chodunga.“