Kiraaye Ka Kamra – Last Night”
Monsoon ki ek garm, bheegi raat thi.
Barish tez ho rahi thi… aur bijli gayi hui thi.
Sirf Meera — 39 saal ki, widow, haveli ki malik — aur uska kiraayedaar, Zain — 27 saal ka writer, jiske haathon mein hamesha ek cigarette aur aankhon mein ek udaasi si aag — ghar mein the.
Zain ne apna kamra bandhne aaya tha… lekin Meera darwaze par khadi thi, sirf ek silk nightie mein.
Pani ki boondein uske kandhon se lehrati hui niche gir rahi thi.
“Bill kal dena hai… par main soch rahi thi,” Meera ne kaha, aawaz thodi ghutti hui,
“Tumhare paas shayad aur bhi kuch dena hai?”
Zain ne cigarette jalaayi… lekin uski nazar Meera ke gile, khule pairon par thi.
“Jaise kya, Ma’am?”
“Jaise… meri akelapan ka hisaab,” usne kaha, aur qareeb aayi.
“Tumhare kiraaye mein yeh bhi include hai… ya alag charge hoga?”
Zain ne uske kandhe par haath rakh diya.
“Ma’am… main likhne wala hoon, par aaj raat…
Main sirf aapki chut ki kahani likhunga.“
Meera ne muskura di.
“Phir jaldi shuru karo…
Kyunki bijli aane se pehle, main tumhe farig karna chahti hoon.”
Zain ne uske nightie ke strap khol diye.
Do bhaari, garam boobs hawa mein khade ho gaye — nipples ghere hue, chatne wale.
Usne ek ko muh mein liya… choosa…
Meera ne apne ungliyon se uske baal pakad liye aur kaha,
“Ab neeche… meri chut ko chhoo… gili hai teri wajah se.“
Zain ne uski nightie utaari.
Gili chut. Garam. Khuli.
Usne apni ungli andar ghusaayi… phir do… phir teen.
“Ahh… haan… waise hi!” Meera chillayi.
“Ab apna lund nikal… aur poori tarah andar ghusa de.“
Zain ne condom pehna…
Aur ek jhatak mein — poora andar.
“AHHH—!” Meera ki aawaz chhat tak pahunch gayi.
“Zor se… zor se… mujhe tod de!”
Zain ne uske kamar ko pakad kar jhatakne shuru kar diye.
Har jhatky ke saath Meera ki saans tez hoti gayi…
Uske boobs hil rahe the…
Aur phir…
kuch dair bad
Woh poori tarah farig ho gayi.
Zain bhi thoda der baad ruk gaya… uske haath kaanpte hue Meera ke kamar par thirak rahe the.
Barish ab bhi jaari thi.
Bijli abhi tak nahi aayi thi.
Lekin Meera ke chehre par ek nayi roshni thi.
Tabhi usne Zain ke gaal ko chhua aur kaha,
“Kal tumhara kiraaya khatam hota hai…
Par agar tum chaaho…
Meri chut tumhara permanent ghar ban sakti hai. 💦💋”
Zain ne uske honthon ko chuma…
Aur kaha,
“Ma’am… main kabhi nahi jaunga.
Kyunki aapki chut meri sabse pasandeeda kahani hai.
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