Phir meen mere aur qareeb aa gayi aur apna kurta halka sa uper uthaya aur mere sir ko apne kurte ke andar daal diya – ye ladki kya karne lagi hai ab? – main thake thake mann ke sath sochne laga.
Sahir main abhi apna right breast nikalungi bra se aap teen mint tak choos sakte hai, lekin khyal rahe ke hath nahi laga sakte aap – ye meena kya keh rahi thi.
Meena mujhe kabhi sahir nahi kehti thi, ye pehli dafa shayad usne mera naam liya tha. Meri to halat itni kharab thi uth bhi nahi pa raha tha.
Wo khud thoda neeche aa gye aur ek hath apna right breast bra se bahar nikal diya, mere sir kurte kar andar tha aur main bra bhi dekh raha tha aur breast bhi, lekin meri himmat nahi ho rahi thi ke kuch karu.
Maine ankhein band kar li aur sab kuch bhul kar kisi tarah dard se bahar aane ki koshish mein sukkon ke sath letna hi munasib samjha.
Teen mint ke baad meena ne mera sir apne kurte se nikal diya aur breast ko wapas bra mein dala aur apne aap ko theek karne lagi.
Dekho maine aap ka khyal rakha aur offer kiya thi lekin aapne opportunity se …