Anjaan Rahen ~ A Passionate Love – Update 96

update 96

Roop jaise dil me utar raha ho nain ke, aur Riti khud me simat’ti chali ja rahi thi…. Ek najar nain ki uske kapron par gayi…. Riti ne bhi dekha … Ek khubsoorat sa top aur uske upar uske anth vstr rakhe the… Riti jhat se apni bra aur painty utayi aur pichhe mur gayi…..
Nain bistar se utarta thik uske pichhe ja khara hua aur uske balon ko side karta Riti ke gale par apne hoth tika diye…. Garam sasen jab gardan se tkrayi to ek nasha sa anubhaw karti Riti apne gardan ko halki mor li….
“Uffff ye bhingi julfon se tapkta pani….. Kuda khair kare kambakht dil ye sine se nikla ja raha hai. Baby aisi katil adaa se rahogi to aaj to mera marna tay hai”
Marne ka naam sunte he Riti apne hathon se kapre chhorti hui samne mur gayi aur nain ke hoton par hath rakhti dhime se kahne lagi…. “Ye roop katil ho jaye to nahi chahiye ye roop, mujhe bas aap chahiye”
Nain muskurata hua Riti ke chehre ko upar kiya aur uski aankhon me dekhne laga… Riti sharm se apni palken jhukati kahne lagi….. “Aise nahi dekhiye, mujhe sharm aati hai”
Nain…. Sachi … Par aaj iss chehre se najar he nahi hat rahi….
Riti…. Jaeye bhi, main thoda change kar lun…
Nain…. Ek dil ki tammana hai kah dun kya…
Riti…. Kya…
Nain…. Main chahta hun ye kapre main tumhe pahnau…..
Riti, nain ki iss sharti arji par kuch kah nahi payi, wo na to “haan” kah pa rahi thi aur na “naa”… Bas dwidha me phans chuki thi…
Nain muskurata jamin par para Riti ke bra aur panty apne hathon me liya … Aur pichhe se towel ki ganth kholte usse niche jane diya….
Riti shram se apne dono hath apne chhatiyon se laga li, aur apne paun ko aur jyada smet li. Nain bilkul Riti ki aankhon me jhankte huye… Usse apne pass khinch liya… Sine se lagi nain ke Riti bas sharm se pani-pani hui ja rahi thi…
Usne pichhe hath le ja kar bra ke huk ko lagaya aur apne hathon se usse aage tak fit kiya. Nain ke hath lagate he Riti uske badan se chipkti chali gayi….. Riti ke badan par hath firate huye nain niche baitha aur uske khubsoorat pet par ek halki chimti kat liya. Riti ke paun apne hathon me uthaya….
Paun par kiss kiya… Aur dono paun me bari-bari panty dal… Upar tak sarkata hua khud bhi khara ho gaya…. Aakhri bache top ko bhi wo uske badan me dal kar Riti ko gale lagate huye pichhe se uski jip band kar diya….
Ukhri si sanson ke sath Riti kahne lagi… “Ab bas … Mujhe thoda taiyar ho jane dijiye… Aap bhi taiyar ho jaeye, hum ghumne chalenge”….
Nain, Riti ki baat maan kar taiyar hone chala gaya…. Nain ke jate he Riti wahin bistar par baith kar abhi hui ghatna par muskura rahi thi, ab bhi nain ka hath usse apne badan par mehsus ho raha tha.
Kuch der baad dono taiyar hokar nikle. Aaj to nain ki najren bas Riti par he thi, aur Riti bhi nain ko bare pyar se dekh rahi thi. Dono sabse pahle movie gaye… Phir Delhi ki sadkon par kuch dur bahon me bahen thame paidal chale… Aur anth me dinner kar ke ghar wapas chale aaye….
Ghar jaise he aaye Riti ke phone ki ring bajne lagi…. Vasu ka call tha… Riti phone pick karti “hello” kahne lagi….
Vasu…. Kaisi hain madam, aaj kuch masti ki ya pura sukha he raha….
Riti…. Vasu, aap phone karte he ye kya puchh ne lag gayi… Wo sab chhoriye.. Kaisa raha aap ka din
Vasu…. Awesome Riti, bilkul mind-blowing…. “Aaoooo kya kar rahe ho Anu”
Vasu ko aisa react karte he Riti bas itna he sochi … Ye Anu aur Vasu bhi na…
Riti…. Kal baat kar lena Vasu, abhi Anu ko samay de do… Hehe
Vasu…. Achha ji, ab kaun kya baten kar raha hai….
Riti…. Hehe, main to bas samay dene ke liye kah rahi thi, waise Saily kaisi hai. Wahan bhi wahi aalam tha, khud me khoyi hui ya kuch sudhar tha…
Vasu… Issi baat ke liye phone ki thi, sochi tumhe bata dun. Saily kaphi normal thi aur chijon ko enjoy kar rahi thi.
Riti…. Ye to bari he khushi ki baat hai Vasu. Bechari ne bahut kuch jhela tha, uske bare me soch-soch kaphi dukh hota tha.
Vasu…. Aur mujhe tumhare bare me soch-soch kaphi dukh hota hai…
Riti…. Maine aisa kya kar diya…
Vasu…. Nainu ko tarpa rahi ho…. Pura samay mila hai, iss samay ko barbaad mat karna… Samjh gayi na…
Riti…. Hmmmm !
Vasu…. Chal main phone rakhti hun…. Mil kar baten karte hain….
Vasu ki baat sun kar Riti thoda sharma gayi…. Riti apne kaprey badal kar night dress pahan li, aur bas baith kar nain ke bare me he sochne lagi….
“Kya socha ja raha hai akele-akele” Riti itni gahrai me khoyi thi ki usse nain ka aana tak pata nahi chala… Riti ekdum se chaukti hui puchhne lagi… “Aap kab aaye”
Nain…. Baat ye jaroori nahi ki main kab aaya, baat ye jaroori hai ki baby kya soch rahi thi..
Riti muskurati apne dono bahen nain ke gardan par rakhti kahne lagi…. “Kuch bhi to nahi ji”
Nain…. Achha ek gujarish ki arji hai, aage aap ki marji hai…
Riti…. Hmmm ! Kya hai gujarish…
Nain…. Ek gana sunao na plzzz…. Kya kubsurti se gati ho…
Riti…. Hehe, main to bas batroom singer hun….
Nain…. Please na baby…..
Riti muskurati hui … Nain ko dekhne lagi aur najren niche karti gana shuru ki…
Kabhi Neem Neem , Kabhi Shahad Shahad
Kabhi Naram Naram, Kabhi Sakht
Mora Piya… Mora Piya.. Mora Piya….
Nazron Ke Teer, Mai Basa Hai Pyar
Jab Bhi Chala Hai Wo Dil Ke Paar
Lajja Se Mare Re Ye Jiya
Bai Raagi Man Tera Hai Saheli
Mere Seene Mein Hai Quaid Who Ab Jee
Preet Ki Raakhon Laaj Aye Mere Rab
Rushwa Huyi To , Duniya Hasi To
Lajja Se Marer Rer Ye Jiya
Gana samapt kar Riti muskurati hui nain ko dekhne lagi…. Nain bhi muskurate huye Riti ki aankhon me dekhte huye kahne laga….. I Love You Babyyy…. “Me Too” me Riti bhi jabaw di…
Najron me jhankte huye, nain ne Riti ka chehra apne dono hathon me tham liya. Dono ke chehre par faili hui muskurahat kai afsane bayan kar rahe the…. Pyar ke iss pal me dono ne apne hoth ek dusre ke hothon se laga kar chumna shuru kar diya….
Chumte huye nain ne Riti ko dhire se bistar par lita diya…. Uske balon ko mathe se samet’te huye pichhe jane diya. Najren ek baar phir dono ki takra gayi… Aur hoth khud-w-khud chumne ko machal uthe.
Halka nasha dono ko chhane laga tha…. Chumte huye sansen dono ki chadhne lagi thi, aur khun me uttejna ki lahar daurna shuru ho chuka tha….
Chumte huye he ek kar ke kurte ke sare button khol diye… Riti apni pith thoda upar ki aur kurta badab se alag ho gaya…. Labon se lab aise mile the ki sansen ukhri ho gayi, par chumna kisi ne nahi chhora. Jab sans bilkul bhi nahi bachi to hafte huye ek dusre ke hoth ko chhora.