Girlfreind ki freind ka Gulam: Indian femdom story (part-one)

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Amit ek bahut hi simple aur seedha-saadha ladka tha, jo ek chhote se sukoon bhare home town se talluq rakhta tha. Uska bachpan wahi ki tang galiyon, doston ke saath cycling aur school ke purane ground mein bita tha. Amit ne apni High School ki padhai apne usi home town ke ek sarkari school se puri ki thi. Wo hamesha se ek average student raha—na bahut zyada topper, na hi kabhi fail hone wala. Middle-class family se hone ki wajah se uske paas sapne toh bade the, par un sapno ko pura karne ke liye resources limited the.

Jab Amit ne apna board exams clear kiya, toh uske man mein ek hi khwahish thi: ek bade metro city ke college mein jaana. Uske liye metro city ka matlab tha—badi building-ein, tez raftaar zindagi aur wo freedom jo chhote shehron mein aksar nahi milti. Uske gharwalon ne bhi uski mehnat dekhi aur usse ek bade shehar ke ek achhe college mein admission dila diya.

Jab Amit pehli baar metro city aaya, toh wo thoda ghabraya hua tha. Waha ki bheed-bhaad aur logon ka lifestyle dekh kar usse thoda awkward feel hota tha. Amit dikhne mein ek bilkul average ladka tha—wahi bikhre hue baal, simple t-shirt aur jeans, aur chehre par thodi si masoomiyat. School time mein Amit ka focus hamesha padhai aur ghar ke kamo mein raha, isliye uski koi girlfriend nahi thi. Sach toh ye hai ki usne kabhi kisi ladki se khul kar baat tak nahi ki thi.

Lekin college aane se pehle usne apne mann mein ek chhota sa plan banaya tha. Usne socha tha ki ab wo bada ho gaya hai, ek naye shehar mein hai, toh yaha wo apni personality badlega aur ek girlfriend banayega. Wo chahta tha ki koi ho jiske saath wo college ki canteen mein baith sake aur sham ko ghumne ja sake.

College ke shuruati kuch hafte Amit ne hostel ke kamre aur classroom ke beech bitaye. Wo boys hostel mein rehta tha, jaha har waqt shor-sharaba aur doston ki masti chalti rehti thi. Isi dauran, uski mulaqat Shivani se hui. Shivani uski hi class mein thi.

Shivani bhi koi aisi ladki nahi thi jo pehli nazar mein kisi ka bhi dil jeet le. Wo bilkul Amit ki tarah hi average dikhti thi. Uska look kaafi simple tha, koi fancy makeup nahi, aur uska figure bhi bilkul normal tha—na zyada slim, na zyada heavy. Wo bas ek aam ladki thi jo apne sapno ko pura karne shehar aayi thi.

Dhire-dhire class ke assignments aur notes exchange karte-karte Amit aur Shivani ki baat-chit shuru hui. Shuru mein dono sirf "Hi-Hello" tak mahdood the, lekin jald hi unki baatein lambi hone lagi. Amit ko Shivani ka saath achha lagne laga kyunki Shivani bhi usi ki tarah ground-to-earth thi.

Amit ke mann mein kahin na kahin ye khayal aata tha ki shayad wo kisi bahut sundar ya "popular" ladki ko date karega. Par jab usne Shivani ko jana, toh usse ehsas hua ki compatibility dikhawat se zyada zaruri hai. Usne apne mann mein socha, "Koi girlfriend na hone se toh achha hai ki koi toh apna ho. Shivani achhi hai, samajhti hai mujhe, aur hum dono ka vibe match karta hai."

Dhire-dhire dono ki nazdikiyaan badhne lagi. College khatam hone ke baad wo dono aksar campus ke garden mein baith kar ghanto baatein karte. Amit usse apne home town ki kahaniyan sunata, aur Shivani apne sapno ke baare mein batati. Amit jo ki ek shy ladka tha, ab Shivani ke samne khul kar hasne laga tha. Dono ki dosti ab dosti se kuch zyada hoti ja rahi thi.

Amit hostel ke ek chhote se kamre mein apne ek roommate ke saath rehta tha. Hostel ki zindagi thodi pabandiyon wali thi—raat ko curfew time, mess ka be-swaad khana aur har waqt ladko ka halla-gulla. Doosri taraf, Shivani ka setup thoda alag tha.

Shivani apni ek saheli, Neha, ke saath shehar mein ek independent flat mein rehti thi. Neha bhi unhi ke college mein thi aur wo dono kaafi purani dost thi. Unka flat college se thodi doori par ek shaant ilake mein tha. Shivani aur Neha ne mil kar us flat ko ek ghar ki tarah sajaya tha. Amit ke liye ye flat ek sukoon ki jagah ban gaya tha.

Jab bhi hostel ke mess ka khana kha-kha kar Amit thak jata, ya jab usse thoda privacy chahiye hoti, toh wo Shivani ke flat chala jata. Neha bhi kaafi friendly thi, isliye Amit ko waha jane mein kabhi jhijhak mehsoos nahi hui. Waha baith kar wo teeno kabhi movie dekhte, toh kabhi saath mein khana banate.

Waqt guzarta gaya aur Amit aur Shivani ek-doosre ke liye "comfort zone" ban gaye. Amit ko ab wo "average" dikhne wali Shivani duniya ki sabse pyari ladki lagne lagi thi. Usne jo socha tha ki college mein girlfriend banayega, wo sapna Shivani ke roop mein pura ho raha tha. Unki karibi ab sirf baaton tak nahi rahi thi, balki unke beech ek gehra emotional bond ban gaya tha.

Amit aksar Shivani ke flat par hi apna zyada waqt bitane laga. Wo sham ko saath mein market jaate, grocery laate aur milkar choti-choti khushiyan share karte. Metro city ki is bhag-daur bhari zindagi mein, unka wo chhota sa circle—Amit, Shivani aur unka wo flat—unke liye ek safe heaven ban gaya tha.

Amit ko ab apne average dikhne par ya Shivani ke simple hone par koi malal nahi tha. Usse samajh aa gaya tha ki shehar naya ho ya purana, rishte insaan ki saadgi se bante hain. Uska wo middle-class mindset aur home town ki parvarish ne usse Shivani ki asli qadar karna sikhaya tha. Is tarah Amit ki college life, jo ek sapne se shuru hui thi, ab Shivani ke saath ek naye mod par thi, jaha dosti aur dosti se badhkar ek gehra rishta parwan chadh raha tha.

Amit aur Shivani ka rishta ab tak bade hi sahaj aur simple dhang se chal raha tha. Amit, jo ki ek middle-class background se tha, uske liye Shivani jaisi ladki milna hi ek badi baat thi. Lekin kahani mein mod tab aaya jab uski mulaqat Shivani ki roommate aur best friend, Neha se hui.

Ab tak Amit ne Neha ke baare mein sirf suna tha, lekin kabhi dekha nahi tha. Iska bada karan ye tha ki Neha, Shivani se bilkul ulti thi. Jaha Shivani ek average, padhne wali aur simple ladki thi, wahi Neha ka mijaaz ek dum "ayash" aur "bold" tha. Neha ko ghar par rukna ya college jana bilkul pasand nahi tha. Wo metro city ki un ladkiyon mein se thi jo raat bhar parties karti, der raat tak ghumti aur apni marzi ki maalik thi. College mein uska naam toh tha, par wo kabhi classroom mein nazar nahi aati thi. Uska dominance aur uska attitude aisa tha ki log usse dur se hi dekhte reh jaate.

Ek dopahar, Amit kuch zaroori notes lekar Shivani ke flat par gaya. Usne socha tha ki hamesha ki tarah Shivani akeli hogi aur wo dono saath baith kar padhai karenge. Lekin jaise hi usne flat ke andar kadam rakha, uske hosh ud gaye.

Sofa par Neha baithi hui thi. Amit ne aaj se pehle aisi ladki kabhi nahi dekhi thi. Neha ki khubsurti aur uska bold avatar dekh kar Amit ek pal ke liye sab kuch bhool gaya. Uski aankhen bilkul bhuri-bhuri thi, jo kisi ko bhi apna nishana bana sakti thi. Uska figure itna attractive tha ki koi bhi mard usse dekhe bina nahi reh sakta tha. Uske 32 size ke boobs ek dum ubhre hue the, jo uske tight kapdon mein saaf jhalak rahe the. Uske hips ek dum round aur broad the aur uski thighs kafi chubby thi, jo uski personality ko aur bhi zyada dominate bana rahi thi.

Amit wahi khada ka khada reh gaya. Uske dimaag mein ek jhatke mein Shivani ki image dhundli ho gayi. Usne socha, "Kya itni sundar aur bold ladkiyan sach mein hoti hain?" Uske liye Neha koi ladki nahi, balki ek aisi "Goddess" thi jisse sirf filmon mein dekha jata hai. Uske samne Shivani ab usse ek dum pheeki aur ordinary lagne lagi thi.Shivani ne muskuraate hue Amit ko Neha se milwaya. Usne bade garv se kaha, "Neha, milo, ye Amit hai... mera boyfriend."

Amit, jo ki hamesha se ek maryada wala aur thoda dabu (submissive) kism ka ladka tha, usne ek dum purane tareeke se respect dikhate hue thoda niche jhuk kar apna hath aage badhaya. Wo chahta tha ki Neha par uska achha impression pade. Lekin Neha ka response Amit ke liye kisi thappad se kam nahi tha.

Neha ne Amit ki taraf ek aisi nazar se dekha jaise uske samne koi insaan nahi balki koi mamuli keeda khada ho. Uske liye Amit jaise average dikhne wale middle-class ladke ki koi aukat nahi thi. Usne sirf ek formality nibhayi, bina koi expression diye Amit ke hath ko bas chhua aur usse puri tarah ignore kar diya. Jaise Amit waha maujood hi na ho, Neha waha se uthi, ek cigarette jalayi aur bade hi swag ke sath balcony mein ja kar dhuan udane lagi.

Amit wahi sofa par baith gaya, par uska dhyan notes mein bilkul nahi tha. Us din uske andar ka wo purana, submissive ladka jo apne shehar se sirf ek girlfriend banane ka sapna lekar aaya tha, wo jag gaya tha. Uska dimaag baar-baar Neha ke us dominate look aur uski body ki taraf ja raha tha.

Wo aaya toh tha Shivani ke saath study karne, par uski nigahein baar-baar balcony ki taraf ja rahi thi jaha Neha khadi thi. Neha ka har ek move, uska cigarette pine ka dhang, aur uski body ka har curve Amit ko pagal kar raha detha. Shivani paas baith kar kuch samjha rahi thi, par Amit ko kuch sunai nahi de raha tha. Uske dimaag mein bas wahi bhuri aankhen aur wo bold personality ghum rahi thi.

Amit ko pehli baar mehsoos hua ki jise wo ab tak "achha rishta" samajh raha tha, wo sirf ek compromise tha. Neha ko dekhne ke baad uski bhook badh gayi thi. Usse ehsas ho raha tha ki asal "dominance" aur "boldness" kya hoti hai. Neha ki wo ignore karne wali ada ne Amit ke andar ek aisi aag laga di thi jise wo samajh nahi pa raha tha.

Pure din Amit waha baitha raha, par uski rooh Neha ke chakkar kaat rahi thi. Shivani ne notice kiya ki Amit thoda khoya-khoya hai, par usse laga ki shayad padhai ka stress hai. Use kya pata tha ki uska boyfriend uski hi roommate ke husn ke jaal mein buri tarah fas chuka hai.

Amit baar-baar khud se keh raha tha, "Shivani toh iske aage kuch bhi nahi hai." Neha ka wo attitude, uska wo figure aur uski wo be-parwah zindagi Amit ke liye ek naya nasha ban gayi thi. Wo ladka jo kabhi kisi ladki se aankh nahi milata tha, aaj wo chori-chupe Neha ki har movement ko scan kar raha tha. Uske man mein Neha ka wo dominate roop ghar kar gaya tha, aur usse lag raha tha ki metro city ka asli rang toh ab usne dekha hai.

Us sham jab Amit hostel lauta, toh uske dimaag mein Shivani nahi, balki balcony mein khadi cigarette piti hui wo "bold aur ayash" Neha thi. Usse samajh aa gaya tha ki ab uski zindagi pehle jaisi nahi rahegi. Uske andar ka dabu ladka ab us khubsurti aur dominance ka ghulam banne ke liye betaab ho raha tha.

Amit us raat apne hostel ke kamre mein bichaune par leta hua tha, lekin uski aankhon se neend gayab thi. Pankha dheere-dheere chal raha tha, par Amit ke dimaag mein ek toofan utha hua tha. Uska pura wajood ab sirf ek hi naam ke chaaro taraf ghum raha tha—**Neha**.

Ab tak Amit ne apne aap ko ek simple, middle-class ladka maana tha jo Shivani ke saath khush tha. Par aaj Neha ko dekhne ke baad, uski puri soch hi badal gayi thi. Uske dimaag mein baar-baar wahi ek baat ghum rahi thi ki Neha ke samne uski aukat kya hai? Usne socha ki wo kitna bada bewakoof tha jo khud ko college ka ek "boyfriend" samajh raha tha. Neha jaisi bold, ameer, aur dominate ladki ke samne toh wo ek tinke ke barabar bhi nahi tha.

Amit ne andhere kamre mein chhat ko ghurte hue socha ki Neha ke liye wo kya hoga? Usne khud se kaha, "Main toh ek average looking ladka hoon, wahi purane dhang ke kapde aur wahi dabu sa chehra. Neha ke samne toh meri koi hasiyat hi nahi hai." Usse ehsas ho raha tha ki Neha jaisi ladkiyan un ladko ko toh dekhti bhi nahi honge jo unke liye roz marra ke kaam karte hain.

Usne yaad kiya ki jab wo Neha se hath milane ke liye jhuka tha, tab usne dekha tha ki Neha ke pairon par lagi hui nail polish bhi uske chehre ki chamak se kahi zyada chamak rahi thi. Usse mehsoos hua ki Neha ka ek ek ang, uski ek ek pasand, usse kahi upar thi. Amit ko laga ki uski khud ki shaksiyat itni feeki hai ki Neha jaisi haseena toh usse apna "moot" tak pilana pasand nahi karegi. Uske dimaag mein ye baat ghar kar gayi thi ki wo Neha ke samne ek dum "tuchh" (insignificant) hai.

Jaise-jaise raat beetti gayi, Amit ke andar ka wo submissive ladka aur bhi zyada gehra hota gaya. Usne apne mann mein Neha ki ek aisi image bana li thi jo ek rani ki tarah thi, aur wo khud ko uska ek mamuli ghulam tasavvur karne laga tha. Usne socha, "Itni bold aur dominate ladki ke samne meri aukat hi kya hai? Shayad mere jaise ladko ko toh wo apne paas khada hone tak ki ijazat na de. Mere jaise ladke toh shayad uske pair dabaney ke layak bhi nahi honge."

Lekin isi khayal ke saath uske mann mein ek ajeeb si chahatt jagi. Usne aankhen band ki aur imagine kiya ki kaash... kaash usse sirf ek mauka mil jaye. Usne socha ki agar Neha usse sirf apne pairon ki seva karne ka moka de de, toh uske jeevan ka maksad pura ho jayega. Usne socha, "Agar mujhe uske wo narm aur nishaan-rahit pair dabaney ka, unki maalish karne ka ek baar bhi moka mil gaya, toh mere jaise middle-class ladke ke liye isse badi khushnaseebi aur kuch nahi hogi."

Amit ko Neha se dar lag raha tha, par wo dar ek ajeeb tarah ka sukoon bhi de raha tha. Wo janta tha ki Neha usse kabhi izzat nahi degi. Usne flat par dekha tha ki Neha ne usse kaise ignore kiya tha, jaise wo koi bejan cheez ho. Par yahi "ignore-ance" Amit ko uski taraf aur bhi zyada kheench rahi thi. Uske liye Neha ka wo ghamand, uska wo attitude hi uska sabse bada gehna tha.

Wo sochne laga ki Shivani ke saath rehkar usne sirf ek sadharan zindagi dekhi thi. Shivani usse barabar ka maanti thi, usse izzat deti thi. Par Amit ko ab wo izzat nahi chahiye thi. Usse Neha ka wo "dominance" chahiye tha jaha uski koi apni pehchan na ho. Wo chahta tha ki Neha usse apne pairon ki dhool samjhe. Usne dimaag mein bitha liya tha ki aisi bold ladki ke samne sirf jhuk kar rehna hi uska naseeb hona chahiye.

Raat ke do baj rahe the, par Amit ki soch ka silsila ruk nahi raha tha. Usne socha ki Neha ki lifestyle kitni alag hogi. Wo roz party karti hogi, bade-bade logon se milti hogi, aur uske liye Amit jaise ladke sirf raaste mein chalne wali bheed ki tarah honge. Amit ko laga ki agar wo Neha ka servant bhi ban jaye, toh wo uske liye kisi bade officer banne se zyada garv ki baat hogi.

Usne apne haathon ko dekha aur socha, "Kya ye haath kabhi Neha ke pairon ko chhu payenge? Kya mujhe kabhi uski seva karne ka, uske pairo ki nail polish ko kareeb se dekhne ka moka milega?" Uske liye ab padhai, career aur ghar-parivar sab peeche chhoot gaye the. Uske dimag par sirf Neha ka wo roop sawar tha jaha wo balcony mein khadi cigarette pi rahi thi aur usse tuchh samajh kar ignore kar rahi thi.

Amit ko laga ki uski zindagi tabhi safal hogi jab wo Neha ki nazron mein ek "tuchh sevak" ban payega. Usne khud ko puri tarah se mansik roop se Neha ke kadmon mein samarpit kar diya tha. Usne maan liya tha ki Shivani ke aage ki duniya bahut badi aur khatarnak hai, aur us duniya ki malkin sirf Neha hai.

Is tarah, wo puri raat Amit sirf apni "aukat" aur Neha ki "shaan" ke beech ke fasle ko naapta raha. Uske andar ka wo purana dabu ladka ab ek junoon mein badal chuka tha—ek aisa junoon jaha wo khud ko mita kar sirf Neha ke pairon ki seva karna chahta tha. Usne socha ki agar usse ye moka mil gaya, toh wo duniya ka sabse khushnaseeb insaan hoga, bhale hi Neha usse kabhi insaan na samjhe.

Amit ki raaton ki neend haram ho chuki thi. Uske dimaag mein bas wahi ek tasveer baar-baar ghum rahi thi—balcony mein khadi be-parwah Neha, uske bhure baal aur uski wo ankahi taqat. Ab Amit ke liye Shivani se milna sirf ek zariya ban gaya tha taaki wo us flat tak pahunch sake jaha Neha rehti thi. Do din Amit ne jaise-taise hostel mein kaate, par uska mann pal-pal tadap raha tha ki kab wo dobara us "Goddess" ke darshan karega.

Usne socha ki agar wo seedha-seedha milne jayega toh shayad ajeeb lage, isliye usne ek bahana dhoodha. Usne Shivani ko message kiya ki usse padhai mein kuch bade "doubts" hain aur wo unhe samajhne ke liye flat par aana chahta hai. Shivani, jo Amit ko ek shareef aur padhaku ladka samajhti thi, turant maan gayi. Amit ne us din bahut waqt lagaya taiyar hone mein. Wo chahta tha ki bhale hi Neha usse "tuchh" samjhe, par wo uske samne ek dum saaf-suthra aur ek sevak ki tarah pesh aaye. Uske dimaag mein baar-baar wahi khayal aa raha tha ki kab wo Neha ke un bhari aur gubbare jaise hips ko dekhega, jo uske hisab se uski khud ki shakal se bhi kahin zyada khoobsurat aur qimti the.

Amit bade armanon ke saath flat ka darwaza khatkhatata hai. Uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Jaise hi gate khula, Shivani ne muskura kar uska swagat kiya aur usse bade pyar se hug kiya. Lekin Amit ka haal ajab tha. Shivani uske gale lagi hui thi, par Amit ki garden kisi machine ki tarah ghum rahi thi. Uska jism Shivani ke saath tha, par uski "tharki" aur "submissive" nigahein flat ke har kone ko scan kar rahi thi. Wo sofa, wo balcony, wo kitchen... wo har jagah Neha ko dhoond raha tha.

Lekin badkismati se, flat khali tha. Neha wahan nahi thi. Shivani ne bataya ki Neha toh subah se hi bahar gayi hai apne doston ke saath party karne. Amit ka dil jaise ek dum se baith gaya. Wo itni door se, itni ummeed lekar aaya tha ki aaj phir se us dominate ladki ke saamne khud ko gira hua mehsoos karega, par wahan toh sirf simple Shivani thi. Amit nirash hokar sofa par baith gaya. Uska chehra utar chuka tha.

Usne formality nibhane ke liye apni kitabein nikali aur Shivani se doubts puchne laga, par uska dhyan kitabon mein tha hi nahi. Uska mann puri tarah upset ho chuka raha. Shivani ne uske utre hue chehre ko dekha toh chinta mein bola, "Amit, tum aaj bahut thake hue lag rahe ho. Chehra ek dum bhuja-bhuja hai. Tum thodi der bed par aaram karo, main tumhare liye garam coffee bana kar laati hoon."

Amit utha aur thake hue qadmon se bed ki taraf gaya. Wo jaise hi bed par letne wala tha, uski nazar bed ke ek kone par padi. Wahan white dirty socks ka ek joda bikhra hua pada tha. Un socks ki halat dekh kar lag raha tha ki unhe kaafi pehna gaya hai. Amit ne Shivani ko awaaz lagayi, "Yaar Shivani, cheezein toh dhang se rakha karo. Bed par gande socks kaun patakta hai?"

Shivani ne kitchen se coffee ki machine chalate hue jawab diya, "Arre Amit, wo mere nahi hain. Wo Neha ke hain. Wo aisi hi hai, apni cheezein kahi bhi phenk deti hai. Bilkul laparwah hai."

Itna sunte hi Amit ke sharir mein jaise bijli daud gayi. Uske liye wo socks ab mahez kapde ka tukda nahi the. Jis ladki ke kadmon mein wo apna pura jeevan bitane ki soch raha tha, jiske pairon ki ek jhalak ke liye wo dar-dar bhatak raha tha, un anmol pairon se nikle hue used socks aaj uske samne the. Amit ka dimaag sunn ho gaya. Usne bed par baith kar kitchen ki taraf jhaanka. Shivani coffee banane mein masroof thi.

Amit ne kapte hue haathon se un socks ko uthaya. Jaise hi unhe apne hath mein liya, uski dhadkan tezz ho gayi. Usne un socks ko apne naak ke paas laya aur ek lambi gehri saans li. Neha ke pairon ke pasine ki wo smell—jo shayad kisi aam insaan ke liye gandi ya badbudar hoti—Amit ke liye duniya ki sabse behtareen perfume ban gayi thi. Wo baar-baar un gande socks se Neha ki us dominance ki smell ko mehsoos kar raha tha. Usse aisa lag raha tha jaise wo Neha ke pairon ke aur qareeb pahunch gaya ho.

Usne dekha ki socks niche se kafi gande ho rakhe the. Neha shayad kai dino se wahi socks repeat kar rahi thi. Amit ke andar ka submissive insaan itna pagal ho gaya ki usne un gande area ko jahan mitti aur pasina laga tha, wahan apne jeebh se lick karna shuru kar diya. Usse aisa lag raha tha ki wo Neha ke pairon ki dhool ko chakh raha hai. Wo is ehsas mein dub gaya ki wo Neha ka ek tuchh sevak hai.

Lekin uska mann abhi bhi nahi bhara tha. Usne socha ki agar wo yahan se chala gaya toh ye socks phir se kho jayenge ya dhulne chale jayenge. Uske dimaag mein ek shaitani khayal aaya. Usne socha, "Neha toh bahut laparwah hai, usse kahan yaad rahega ki usne socks kahan chhode the. Wo yahi sochegi ki kahin ghum gaya hoga." Bina kisi deri ke, Amit ne un do socks mein se ek white dirty sock uthaya aur bade hi dhyan se use lapet kar apni jeb mein daal liya. Usne Neha ki ek nishani chura li thi taaki jab wo hostel jaye, toh us socks ke zariye wo Neha ki "ghulami" ka ehsas kar sake. Uske chehre par ab ek ajeeb si chori wali khushi thi. Wo ab tayyar tha Shivani ki coffee pine ke liye, kyunki usne aaj wo haasil kar liya tha jiski usne umeed bhi nahi ki thi—apni malkin ke pairon ka nasha.

Amit ka dimaag ab uske kabu mein nahi tha. Shivani ne jab dekha ki Amit jaane ke liye uth raha hai, toh usne rukne ki zidd ki. Usne bade pyar se kaha, "Amit, abhi toh coffee khatam hui hai, thodi der aur ruko na, baatein karenge." Lekin Amit ke liye ab wahan rukna ek saza ke barabar tha. Uske paas ab wo "khazana" tha jise wo akele mein, bina kisi ki dakhal-andazi ke mehsoos karna chahta tha. Usne koi jhoota sa assignment ka bahana banaya aur tezi se flat se nikal gaya.

Shivani ke flat se Amit ke hostel ki doori mahez 3 kilometer thi, par aaj wo rasta Amit ko 30 kilometer se bhi zyada lamba lag raha tha. Uska dil har dhadkan ke saath bas ek hi sawal kar raha tha—kab wo apne kamre ki tanhai mein us nishani ko nikalega? Hostel pahunchte hi usne bina kisi se baat kiye apne room ka darwaza andar se lock kar diya. Usne ek gehri saans li, jaise koi jung jeet kar aaya ho.

Amit ne kanpte hue haathon se apni jeb mein hath dala aur wo white dirty sock bahar nikala. Jaise hi wo kapda uske samne aaya, Amit ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si junooni chamak aa gayi. Usne bina waqt ganwaye us socks ko apne chehre par dabaya aur jor-jor se sniff karne laga. Neha ke pairon ki wo pungent smell, wo teekhi aur gandi pasine ki boo, jo kisi aam insaan ke liye shayad ulti kar dene wali hoti, Amit ke liye kisi jannati perfume se kam nahi thi. Wo lambi-lambi saansein lekar us smell ko apne پھیپھڑوں (lungs) ki gehraiyon tak utaar raha tha.

Uska man itne se kahan bharne wala tha? Usne us socks ko bed par failaya. Neha ne use kai dino tak pehna tha, isliye usme pairon ke anguthe aur heel (edi) ke paas black sweat spots ban gaye the. Amit ki nigahein un kaale dhabbo par jam gayi. Usne apni zabaan bahar nikali aur badi lagan se un spots ko lick karna shuru kiya. Wo Neha ke us namkeen aur gande pasine ka taste le raha tha, mano wo koi swadisht pakwan ho. Uske liye wo socks nahi, balki uski "Mistress" ka ek ang tha.

Amit ka deewanapan ab ek dark aur exotic mod le chuka tha. Usne ek glass paani liya aur usme Neha ka wo ganda, used socks dal diya. Wo us glass mein socks ko aise mix kar raha tha jaise koi chai mein shakkar ghol raha ho, taaki socks ki har ek mitti, har ek pasine ka kan us paani mein ghul jaye. Jab usne dekha ki paani puri tarah se ganda aur kaala (greyish) ho chuka hai, toh usne socks ko bahar nikala.

Usne wo bhiga hua socks apne poore moonh mein thons liya aur use aise chabane laga jaise koi bhookha jaanwar maans chaba raha ho. Socks mein bhara hua wo ganda paani aur Neha ka pasina, Amit chus-chus kar pee gaya. Wo tab tak us socks ko apne moonh se saaf karta raha jab tak socks ki saari gandagi uske andar nahi utar gayi.

Ab baari thi us glass ki. Glass mein rakha wo paani ab Neha ke pairon ki gandagi ka ark (extract) ban chuka tha. Amit ne bina kisi jhijhak ke wo glass uthaya aur use apne honton se laga liya. Usne ek hi ghoont mein wo pura ganda paani pee liya. Uske pet mein ab uski "Mistress" ke pairon ka swad tha, jise wo apne jeevan ka sabse behtareen sharbat maan raha tha.

Itna sab karne ke baad bhi Amit ki pyaas shant nahi hui. Wo bed par chit let gaya aur us socks ko apne chehre par, apni aankhon aur moonh par rakh liya. Usne apni aankhein band ki aur kalpana karne laga ki wo Neha ke samne uske kadmo mein gira hua hai. Wo assume kar raha tha ki Neha ne wahi socks pehne hue hain aur wo apne thande aur dominate lehze mein usse order de rahi hai:

 "Amit, mere socks bahut gande ho gaye hain... apni zabaan se inhe chat kar bilkul saaf kar de!"

Amit us socks ko apne moonh se ragadte hue mehsoos kar raha tha ki wo sach mein Neha ke pairon ko saaf kar raha hai. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi khayal tha—kab wo din aayega jab Neha sach mein uske samne hogi, aur wo uske in anmol pairon ka deedaar kar payega. Wo khud ko puri tarah se Neha ka ek "tuchh gulam" maan chuka tha, jiska wajood sirf uski Mistress ki seva ke liye bana tha. Wo us gande socks ke sath bed par pada raha, agle mauke ke intezar mein, jahan wo khud ko puri tarah Neha ke kadmo mein samarpit kar sake.

Amit ki zindagi ab ek aisi daldal mein phans chuki thi jahan se nikalna namumkin tha. Hostel ke us band kamre mein, wo Neha ka chori kiya hua sock ab puri tarah se saaf ho chuka tha. Amit ne use itni baar chata tha, itni baar uski smell li thi ki ab usme wo pehle jaisa "pungent" nasha nahi raha tha. Uska junoon ab tadap mein badal gaya tha. Kai din beet gaye the, lekin Neha ki ek jhalak tak naseeb nahi hui thi. Amit ki rozmarra ki zindagi wapis wahi purani, be-rang aur boring ho gayi thi. College jana, wahan se hostel aana, aur beech-beech mein Shivani ke saath thoda waqt bitana—jo ab use ek bojh lagne laga tha.

Ek din college ki library ke bahar Shivani ne Amit ko rok liya. Usne dekha ki Amit ki aankhon ke niche kale ghere pad gaye hain aur wo pehle jaisa utsaahit nahi rehta. "Are kya hua Amit? Aajkal bahut pareshan aur bujhe-bujhe se dikhte ho," Shivani ne chinta jatate hue pucha. Amit ne ek gehri saans li aur jhoot bol diya, "Kuch nahi Shivani, bas exams aur study ka thoda tension hai."

Shivani ne muskura kar uske kandhe par hath rakha, "Itna bhi kya tension lena yaar! Chalo, ek kaam karte hain. Aaj din mein tum mere flat par aao. Main tumhare liye tumhari pasand ka bahut achha khana bana kar khilaungi. Aur suno, aaj toh Neha bhi flat par hi hai, wo kahin bahar nahi gayi. Hum teeno milkar dher saari gossip karenge aur tumhara mood ek dum fresh ho jayega."

"Neha bhi wahi hai?" Amit ke andar jaise ek dum se 440 volt ka current daud gaya ho. Jis pal ka wo pichle kai dino se tadap kar intezar kar raha tha, wo mauka khud chal kar uske paas aaya tha. Uska utra hua chehra ek dum se khil utha. Usne turant haan keh di. Us din usne college ka aakhri period bhi nahi lagaya aur hostel ja kar bahut der tak khud ko taiyar kiya. Wo janta tha ki Neha use dekhegi tak nahi, uski nazar mein Amit ki aukat ek keede se zyada nahi hai, phir bhi wo ek "sevak" ki tarah bilkul saaf aur dhang se ready hokar flat ki taraf nikal pada.

Flat Par Neha Ka Intezar Aur Nirasha

Jab Amit flat par pahuncha aur doorbell bajayi, toh Shivani ne gate khola. Usne hamesha ki tarah Amit ko bade pyar se hug kiya, lekin Amit ka dhyan wahan tha hi nahi. Uska jism Shivani ki baahon mein tha, par uski aankhein kisi shikaari ki tarah poore flat mein Neha ko dhoond rahi thi. Sofa khali tha, balcony khali thi, yahan tak ki dining table par bhi koi nahi tha. Uska dil ek baar phir baith gaya. Use laga shayad wo phir se bahar chali gayi hogi.

Amit halka sa nirash hokar sofa par baith gaya. Shivani kitchen mein chali gayi aur thodi der baad bahar nikal kar boli, "Amit, tum baitho, main kuch saman lana bhool gayi hoon, niche wali shop se abhi lekar aati hoon. Tum thoda rest karo."

Amit akela sofa par betha tha, uska mann udaas tha. Tabhi, achanak washroom ka darwaza khulne ki awaz aayi. Amit ne gardan ghumayi aur wahi jam gaya. Udhar se Neha nikal rahi thi. Usne ek tight black top aur blue denim shorts pehni hui thi. Uska avatar itna bold tha ki Amit ka gala sookh gaya. Shorts mein uski moti-moti aur gori thighs saaf chamak rahi thi. Uske hips har kadam ke saath itne ubhar rahe the ki Amit ko apni dhadkan sunai dene lagi.

Amit hadbadahat mein ek dum khada ho gaya aur thartharati awaz mein bola, "H-hello, Neha." Neha ne Amit ki taraf dekha bhi nahi, bas ek fake aur thandi smile di jo na ke barabar thi. Usne bina kuch bole apne pairon se apni bathroom slippers utari aur seedhe apne room mein chali gayi.

Amit wahi sofa ke paas khada raha, uski nigahein zameen par padi un slippers par jam gayi thi. Usne socha, "Ye slippers kitni khushnaseeb hain, inhe har waqt Neha jaisi rani ke charno ka sukh milta hai." Uska mann kar raha tha ki wo unhe chhu kar dekhe. Wo dabe paon utha aur room ke gate ke paas gaya. Usne check kiya ki Neha ne andar se kundi laga li hai.

Usne jhuk kar Neha ki slippers ko hath lagaya. Wo slippers abhi bhi geeli thi, kyunki Neha abhi-abhi toilet/washroom se hokar aayi thi. Amit ne slippers ki geeli satah par apni ungli feri aur use apni zabaan par rakh liya. Uske muh mein ek halka sa salty (namkeen) taste aaya. Amit ka dimaag sunn ho gaya; wo samajh gaya ki ye Neha ke sharir ki gandagi aur bathroom ka milan hai.

Ab Amit par junoon sawar ho chuka tha. Usne flat ke main gate ki taraf dekha ki kahin Shivani toh nahi aa rahi. Jab tasalli ho gayi, toh usne slippers utha li. Sabse pehle usne slipper ka bottom sole (nichla hissa) chatna shuru kiya. Wo hissa jo bathroom ke gande pani aur zameen se touch hua tha, wo pura geela tha. Amit ne apni poori zabaan nikal kar us par fer di. Wo har ek boond ko, har us gande pani ko aise chat raha tha jaise wo koi amrit ho. Usne dusri slipper ke saath bhi wahi kiya—uska bottom sole puri tarah se lick karke saaf kar diya. Wo itna magan tha ki use hosh hi nahi tha ki wo kya kar raha hai. Use bas Neha ki har wo gandagi chahiye thi jo uske sharir se judi ho.

Lekin kismat ko kuch aur hi manzoor tha. Achanak Neha ne call par baat karte hue apne room ka darwaza khola. Usne jo dekha, wo uske hosh udane ke liye kafi tha. Usne dekha ki Shivani ka boyfriend, Amit, niche zameen par betha hai aur uski bathroom wali gandi slipper uske muh mein hai, aur wo use chat raha hai.

Neha ka call wahi kat gaya. Wo hairat aur ghrina (disgust) se Amit ko ghurte hue chillayi, "Amit! What is this? Ye tum kya kar rahe the? Aur tumhare hath mein meri slipper? Tum ise muh mein kyu le rahe the? Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha, kya karna chahte ho tum?"

Amit ke hath-pair phool gaye. Usne kabhi nahi socha tha ki Neha use is haalat mein dekh legi. Uska "submissive" roop ab uski rani ke samne nanga khada tha. Usne turant slipper zameen par patak di aur ghabrahat mein niche gir gaya. Usne himmat jutayi aur Neha ke pair pakadne ke liye hath aage badhaye.

Jaise hi uske hath Neha ke nange pairon ko chhu gaye, Neha ek dum piche hat gayi. "Chiii! Mujhe in hathon se touch mat karo! Abhi tum in hathon mein meri toilet wali slipper lekar bethe the, aur ab unhi gande hathon se mujhe touch kar rahe ho? Tum batate kyun nahi ki meri ye gandi slipper muh mein kyu le rahe the? Pata hai use main abhi toilet mein pehan kar aayi thi? Kitni gandi thi wo, kitne bacteria honge usme!"

Amit wahi farsh par betha raha aur hath jod liye. Uske dimaag se darr nikal chuka tha, ab sirf samarpan (surrender) tha. "Please Neha, main ye sab kuch nahi janta. Main bas itna janta hoon ki tumhare sharir se jo bhi cheez touch hogi, wo mere liye kisi anmol swaad se kam nahi hai. Tumhari body ka har waste mere liye kisi pakwan se kam nahi hai."

Neha ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya. "Kya bol rahe ho? Saaf-saaf bolo!"

Amit ne ab apni aakhri hadd paar kar di. "Neha, mujhe apna gulam bana lo... please! Tumhare samne meri koi aukat nahi hai. Main tumhare pairon ki dhool ke barabar bhi nahi hoon. Tumhare samne aate hi main khud ko ek kamzor aur nakara samajhta hoon. Please mujhe apne gulam ke roop mein swikar kar lo."

Neha ne ek nafrat bhari hansi hasi. "Are sun be! Tere jaise ladkon ko isliye main kabhi muh nahi lagati hoon. Tum apni aukat mein aa jate ho bheek mangne ki. Tu meri friend ka boyfriend hai isliye tu is ghar mein bhi hai, nahi toh tere jaise par main thukna... are thukna toh door, tere jaiso ke upar main apni gaand rakh kar hagna bhi pasand nahi karti hoon! Chup-chap khade ho aur nikal ja yahan se, nahi toh sab kuch Shivani ko bata dungi."

Amit ne rona shuru kar diya aur dobara Neha ke pair pakadne ke liye aage badha. Neha ne use jor se dhakka diya aur chillayi, "Ae dur reh! Hath lagane ki sochna bhi mat!"

Amit gidgidane laga, "Please Neha, ye sab kuch tum Shivani ko mat batana, please..." Tabhi flat ki doorbell baji. Amit hadbada kar utha aur apne kapde thik karke darwaza kholne gaya. Neha ne use ek aakhri baar nafrat se dekha aur bina kuch bole apne room mein ghus gayi aur darwaza band kar liya. Amit ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha; usne apni rani ko sab kuch bata toh diya tha, par ab uski zindagi ek aisi mod par thi jahan wo ya toh uska gulam banega ya sab kuch kho dega.

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