Mera naam Zara hai.
32 saal ki, shadi shuda, lekin dil se akeli.
Mera husband roz raat 11 baje tak office mein rehta hai… aur main?
Main pyaasi thi — na sirf pyaar ki, balki us garami ki bhi jisne mujhe zinda mehsoos karwana tha.
Log kehte hain, “Shadi shuda aurat ko sharam karni chahiye.”
Lekin maine socha — “Sharam toh tab tak, jab tak khwaahish nahi hoti.”
Aur phir… woh aaya.
Mera chhota bhaiya ka dost, Ayan — 26 saal ka, jawan, confident, aur itna smooth ke har baat mein chahat chhupi hoti thi.
Ek din, jab main balcony par chai pi rahi thi, woh aaya.
“Zara didi… aapke ghar ka WiFi slow hai,” bola muskura kar.
Maine dekha — uski t-shirt tight thi, bajuon mein muscles the, aur nazar mere boobs par thi.
“Chalo, dekhte hain,” maine kaha… lekin dil ne pehle hi haan kar di thi.
Usne router check karte hue mera haath chhua…
Aur main jaise jali.
“Didi… aap itni garam kyun hain?” usne kaha, aawaz thodi kharab hui hui.
“Shayad… tumhari wajah se,” maine kaha.
Usne mujhe drawing room mein corner kiya…
Aur bola:
“Agar aap chahein… main aapki har pyaas bujha sakta hoon.”
Maine apni shadi ki angoothi utaar kar table par rakh di.
“Ab main sirf Zara hoon… na didi, na biwi.”
Usne mujhe sofa par leta 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.
“Poora… andar… abhi,” maine kaha.
Usne condom pehna…
Phir ek jhatak mein — poori tarah andar.
Main chillayi nahi… lekin meri saansen ne sab kuch keh diya.
20 minute tak woh mujhe chodta raha…
Jab tak hum dono ek saath khatam ho gaye.
Jab woh chala gaya, maine apni angoothi wapas pehni…
Lekin dil ne kaha — “Kal phir aana, Ayan.”
Kyunki shadi shuda hona aur pyaas bujhaana… do alag cheezein hain.
Aur main?
Main apni billi ban chuki thi —
Bold. Playful. Aur bilkul khud ki malik.