Mrs. Kapoor — 38 saal ki, wealthy, divorced, aur bohot hi jawaan lagne wali malkin — roz shaam ko apne bedroom mein ek ritual karti thi.
Woh apne gubare (buttocks) par almond oil lagati,
Phir apne haathon se malish karti…
Lekin uske haath kabhi kafi nahi hote the.
Uski kamar ki lakeer, gubare ki golai, aur pichhli taraf ki gehrai — sab kuch itna perfect tha ke har aadmi ki nazar ruk jaati.
Lekin ab… uske paas Rohan tha.
24 saal ka, tall, muscular, aur silent type — jo 2 mahine pehle uske ghar ka naukar ban kar aaya tha.
Woh sirf kamra saaf karta, kapde dhota, aur chai banata…
Lekin uski nazar hamesha Mrs. Kapoor ke peeche hoti.
Ek din, Mrs. Kapoor ne dekha — jab woh bathroom se towel mein nikli, toh Rohan ne jaldi se nazar hataayi… lekin uski saans ruk gayi thi.
Us raat, jab sab so gaye,
Mrs. Kapoor ne Rohan ko apne kamre mein bulaya.
“Rohan… aaj se tum meri malish karoge,” usne kaha, seedhe uski aankhon mein dekhte hue.
“Main roz raat ko tail lagati hoon… lekin haath kam pad jaate hain.”
Rohan ka gala sukha gaya.
“Ji, Ma’am… main kahan se shuru karun?”
“Peeche se… mere gubaron se,” Mrs. Kapoor ne kaha, aur apna silk nightie utaar kar neeche phenk diya.
Rohan ki aankhen phail gayi.
Uske saamne thi — do gol tight mummy, garam, chamakti hui gubare… jin par almond oil ki boondein lehrati hui thi.
Usne apne haathon mein thoda sa tail liya…
Aur dheere se uske right cheek par haath rakh diya.
“Ahh…” Mrs. Kapoor ne saans li.
“Zor se… aur niche… jahan sabse zyada garam hai.”
Rohan ne apne haathon ko uske dono gubaron par faila diya…
Phir dheere-dheere niche ki taraf… uski chut ke kareeb.
“Arre… yahan mat!” Mrs. Kapoor ne kaha, lekin usne apni jhaanghe thodi aur khol di.
“Bas… gubare par raho. Lekin… jab tak main na kahoon ‘bas’, rukna nahi hai.”
Rohan ne malish shuru kar di —
Gol-gol harkat,
Zor se dabav,
Aur beech-beech mein ungliyan uske kamar ki lakeer par ghumaana.
Mrs. Kapoor ki saans tez ho gayi.
“Tu toh expert hai, Rohan… kya pehle kisi aur ki malish ki hai?”
“Sirf aapki sochta hoon, Ma’am,” usne kaha.
“Har raat… jab aap bathroom se nikalti hain… main sochta hoon — kabhi meri ungliyan aapke gubaron par hogi.”
Mrs. Kapoor muskuraayi.
“Ab hain na?”
Phir usne apna sar peeche karte hue kaha:
“Ab… meri chut ko bhi thoda sa chhoo… bas ek ungli se.”
Rohan ne apni ek ungli uske gili chut ke labon par ghumaayi.
“Ahh—! Haan… waise hi!”
Thodi der baad, Mrs. Kapoor ne khud kha.
“Ab tu apna lund nikal… aur mere gubaron ke beech rakh.”
Rohan ne apna jeans khola…
Lund khada tha — mota, lamba, aur poori tarah taiyyar.
Usne use uske gubaron ke beech mein rakh diya…
Aur aage-piche harkat shuru kar di.
“Haan… haan… yehi hai!” Mrs. Kapoor chillayi.
“Ab thook laga… aur chut mein ghusa de.”
Rohan ne apne muh se thook liya…
Phir ek jhatak mein — poora andar.
“AHHHH—!” Mrs. Kapoor ki aawaz pooray kamre mein ghum gayi.
“Zor se… zor se… mujhe farig kar de!”
Rohan ne 20 minute tak andar-bahar kiya…
Jab tak donon ka paani ek saath nikal gaya.
Thodi der baad, jab woh dono saans le rahe the,
Mrs. Kapoor ne Rohan ke gaal ko chhua aur kaha:
“Ab tu sirf mera hai…
Meri chut, meri gubare, meri har khwahish… sirf teri hai.”
Rohan ne sirf ek baat kahi:
“Jab tak aap chahein, Ma’am… main aapki gandi khwahishon ka naukar rahunga.”