Rat me kai bar wo Shital ki pics dekha tha. Jo usne liya tha wo v aur jo Shital apne mobile se le kar di thi wo v.
Wasim jag chuka tha. Rat me kai bar wo Shital ki pics dekha tha. Jo usne liya tha wo v aur jo Shital apne mobile se le kar di thi wo v. Rat me usne muth v mara tha. Wasim ko samajh nahi aaya ki Shital abhi yahan kaise aayi hai. Wo dar v gaya ki kahin kuchh gadbad to nahi ho gayi. Wasim ne apne kapre thik kiye. Wo apni lungi ganji me hi tha.
Gate kholte hi jaise uska din ban gaya. Shital sir pe anchal liye muskurati hui khari thi. Wo “good morning” boli aur chai ka pyala Wasim ki taraf badha di. Anayas hi Wasim k munh se “subhan,.'” nikal para. Wasim chai ka cup le liya aur Shital rasta banati hui andar aa gayi.
Shital k andar aane k bad Wasim ko ehsas hua ki wo darwaje pe hi khara hai. Wasim pichhe murkar dekha to uske samne Shital ki pith thi. Ufff…. Wasim ka lund thora sa mood me aa raha tha shital ki pith dekhte hi ek jhatke me tight ho gaya.
Puri pith nangi thi. Saree gand ki line k pas bandhi hui thi. Uske hips aur ubhre hue lag rahe the. Gardan se lekar gand tak k bich me bas blouse ki 2″ki patti thi aur banki ka pura hissa chamak raha tha. Shital Wasim ki taraf palti aur boli “mera gift kaisa laga kal”.
Samne se to Shital kisi ko v apni taraf dekhne k liye mazboor kar sakti thi. Abhi Shital ko dekhkar sharif se sharif aadmi ka lund tight ho jata. Blouse puri golai me samhale tha chuchi ko lekin chuchiyan fir v bahar aane ko betab thi. Chikni sapat pet chut ki line tak chamak raha tha. Shital anchal ko mod di thi jisse uska pura jism chamak raha tha.
Shital dubara boli “boliye na kaisa laga mera gift aapko?” tab Wasim apni duniya me lout paya. Use Shital ki pics yad aa gayi aur wo wallpaper v. Wasim bola …
