Ghar Ki Raazdaari

Chapter 1: Shaam Ki Shuruaat

Laiba ghar ke living room mein baithi thi, uski aankhein TV par thi magar dimaag kahin aur. Usne apni mama ko kitchen mein dekha, jo muskurate hue uski taraf dekh rahi thi. Mama ki aankhon mein wohi shararat thi jo Laiba ko hamesha se pareshan karti thi, magar aaj usmein kuch zyada hi tezi thi.

'Oye Laiba, sun toh zara,' Mama ne awaaz di, apne haathon se apron utaarte hue. 'Tera baba abhi office se waapas aa raha hai. Thaka hua hoga bechara. Ja, usse thoda relax karwa de.'

Laiba ne aankhein chhoti ki, uska chehra sakht ho gaya. 'Mama, yeh har roz ki baat hai. Main kyun har baar? Main koi khilona toh nahi hoon!' usne tund jawab diya.

Mama hans padi, uski hansi mein ek ajeeb sa maza tha. 'Arre meri jaan, yeh khilona wali baat nahi. Yeh toh pyaar hai. Tera baba tujhse kitna pyaar karta hai, tu jaanti hai. Aur main bhi toh dekhti hoon, tujhe maza aata hai. Chal, ab drama band kar aur jaa, woh shower mein hoga. Saath nahaa lena, fresh ho jaaogi.'

Laiba ne ek lambi saans li, uska dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. Woh jaanti thi ke yeh discussion bekaar hai. Mama ki baat ka matlab hamesha ek hi hota tha. Woh uthi aur apne kamre ki taraf chal di, magar Mama ne usse rok liya.

'Ek minute, yeh pehen le,' Mama ne ek chhoti si silk nightie uski taraf badhaayi, jo shayad hi kuch chhupa sakti thi. 'Yeh dekh, tere baba ko yeh pasand aayega.'

'Tum dono ek hi ho,' Laiba ne tanz kiya, nightie lete hue. 'Tumhe bas yeh tamasha dekhna hai, hai na?'

Mama ne aankh maari. 'Tamasha nahi, meri jaan. Yeh toh humaara raaz hai. Chal ab, der mat kar. Main bhi aati hoon thodi der mein, pehle usse thoda garam kar doon.'

Laiba ne nightie pehni aur bathroom ki taraf chal padi, jahaan Baba shower mein tha. Darwaaza khula tha, aur steam se bhara hua kamra usse welcome kar raha tha. Baba ki muscular peeth usse dikhi, paani ki boondein uske jism par chamak rahi thi. Laiba ka dil tezi se dhadakne laga, na chahte hue bhi uske jism mein ek ajeeb si garmi mehsoos hone lagi.

'Baba, main aayi hoon,' usne awaaz di, apni awaaz mein ek sakht lehja rakhte hue.

Baba ne mud kar dekha, uske chehre par ek muskurahat phail gayi. 'Arre meri Laiba, aaja. Yeh toh achha hua tu aa gayi. Aaj din bhar ka stress hai, thoda saath de de.'

Laiba ne apne kapde utaare, uski nazrein Baba par tiki hui thi. 'Yeh stress wali baat har roz sunti hoon. Kabhi kuch naya socho,' usne tanz kiya, magar uski aankhon mein ek chhupa hua josh tha.

Baba hans pada, usne Laiba ko apni taraf kheench liya, paani ki boondein un dono ke jismon par gir rahi thi. 'Naya toh tu hai, har roz. Dekh, kitni khoobsurat hai tu,' usne kaha, apne haath uske kamar par rakh kar.

Laiba ne usse thoda door kiya, uski aankhein chalak rahi thi. 'Bas baatein mat karo, jo karna hai karo. Main yahaan Mama ke kehne par hoon, apni marzi se nahi.'

Baba ne uski baat ko ignore kiya, uska haath uske jism par phisal raha tha. Woh dono paani ke neeche khade the, unki saansein tezi se chal rahi thi. Laiba ka jism garam ho raha tha, na chahte hue bhi woh uss lamhe mein kho rahi thi. Baba ka hard cock uske jism ko chhoo raha tha, aur uski aankhein usse keh rahi thi ke ab control nahi hoga.

Aur phir, darwaaze par ek awaaz aayi. Mama thi, jo muskurate hue andar aayi. 'Arre wah, yeh toh shuruaat hi itni garam hai. Laiba, meri jaan, ab dekh main tujhe aur garam karti hoon,' usne kaha, aur Baba ki taraf badhi, uske cock ko apne haath mein le kar.

Laiba ne dekha, uska dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. Yeh raat abhi shuru hi hui thi, aur woh jaanti thi ke yeh kahan jaa kar khatam hogi.