Sasural ka shehzada – Part 3 (Chachi saas se masti)
Desi
Submit Report This story is part of the Sasural ka shehzada series Aise hi kuch mahine nikal gaye, par meri sexy saali, Ritika, se akele mein milne ka ek bhi chance nahi mila. Jab bhi family ke beech hota tha, hum dono bas aankhon hi aankhon mein dekh kar chup ho jaate. Jaise koi secret tha, jo sirf hum dono ke dil mein daba hua tha. Phir meri shaadi ho gayi. Sach kahun to main biwi ki chudai se khush tha. Roz uske saath masti, pyar aur sukoon milta tha mujhe. Lekin asli uljhan tab shuru hui jab shaadi ke baad bhi main aur Ritika calls aur chats par baat karte rahe. Pehle to normal topics hote the. Ghar ke haal, uske college ki baatein, ya Anjali ke chhote secrets. Lekin dheere-dheere hamari chats mein ek alag hi garmi aane lagi. Kabhi Ritika mazaak mein likh deti, “Jiju, didi aapko thaka deti hongi na?” Main hans kar likhta, “Arre pagal ladki… tu nahi jaanti… shaadi ke baad ladke ki life kitni tough ho jaati hai.” Uske baad wo ek blushing wali emoji bhejti, aur phir chup ho jaati. Lekin usi waqt mere dimaag mein ajeeb si aag lag jaati. Chat ke beech hi Ritika ki tasveer aankhon ke saamne aa jaati — jaise wo mere samne hoti, uske hoth halka sa khule, uski saansein tez aur main use apne neeche daba kar chod raha hoon. Har baar uski emoji ya uska chup ho jaana mujhe signal lagta jaise wo khud keh rahi ho, “Jiju, ek din mujhe bhi apna bana lo.” Aur dil mein ek hi baat gunjne lagti thi, “Biwi ke saath main khush hoon… lekin ek baar Ritika ko pakad kar, usse zor se chod dene ka maza lena chahta hoon.” Ek baar mere sasural mein pooja rakhi gayi thi. Ghar mehmaanon se bhara hua tha, harr taraf shor-sharaba aur logon ki aawaz. Raat ko jagah kam padi to meri biwi Anjali ne kaha, “Aap aaj Yogita chachi (meri chhoti saas) ke yaha so jaiye… yahan toh guest bhare hue hain.” (Yogita chachi meri chachi saas hai, matlab mere sasur ke chhote bhai ki biwi.) Mere dil mein turant ek khayal aaya, “Aaj shaayad Ritika se akela milne ka chance mil jaaye.” Raat mein main Yogita chachi ke ghar gaya. Upar ke kamre mein mera bistar laga diya gaya tha. Neeche mehmaan gappe maar rahe the, awaaz seedhi upar tak aa rahi thi. Main bed par baitha hi tha ki kuch der baad darwaza dheere se khula aur… Ritika andar aayi. Haath mein chadar thi. “Jiju, main aapka bistar theek kar deti hoon,” usne muskaan dabate hue kaha. Andhera kamra, ek bulb ki halki roshni, neeche bhare mehmaan… risk itna high tha ki saansein tez ho gayi. Jab wo bistar theek kar rahi thi, main turant uska haath pakad kar khinch liya. Ritika hansi rokne lagi, par apna badan mere paas chhod diya. Uss pal mein hum dono ne control khona shuru kar diya. Maine bina waqt gawaaye uske soft lips ko kiss kiya. Usne bhi apne hothon se jawab diya. Saans phool rahi thi. Mere haath seedhe uske boobs par chale gaye… t-shirt ke upar se hi main zor se daba raha tha. Uske hothon se halki si ‘mmhh’ nikal gayi, lekin wo khud bhi meri shirt ke neeche ungliyaan daal kar meri chest masal rahi thi. Har ek second darr tha ki neeche se koi seedhiyan chadh kar upar aa jaayega. Mehmaanon ki awaaz chal rahi thi, par hamari saansein usse bhi tez thi. 3-4 minute bas lips kiss aur boobs dabane ka high-risk romance chala. Phir Ritika ne halka sa push karke kaha, “Bas jiju… abhi aur nahi… koi dekh lega.” Hum dono ne mushkil se khud ko control kiya, lekin uss chhoti si masti ne mere andar ki aag aur bhadka di. Subah meri aankh khuli to bahut der ho chuki thi. Koi mujhe jagane nahi aaya tha. Main jaldi-jaldi fresh hone niche gaya, par galti se bathroom ke side ki taraf mud gaya. Waha jaakar jo maine dekha, usne ek pal ke liye mujhe shock kar diya. Chachi ji (Yogita chachi) apne kapde badal rahi thi. Unke haath mein blouse tha. Baaki wo bas ek cream color ka petticoat aur skin-tight bra mein khadi thi. Unke side mein shaadi ki saari rakhi thi. Shayad wo abhi ready ho rahi thi. Wo mujhe dekh kar ekdum se chauk gayi. Main turant palat gaya aur bol pada, “Sorry chachi ji…” aur bahar aa gaya. Lekin bahar aakar bhi mirror se unka reflection clearly dikh raha tha. Unki bare back aur tight petticoat se ubhri hui hips ne meri saansen tez kar di. Uss waqt maine pehli baar unhe uss nazar se dekha; ekdum sexy milf lag rahi thi wo. Unka figure perfect tha — 34C-30-36. Kamar se neeche tak petticoat itna fit tha ki gaand ka harr curve ubhar kar saamne aa raha tha. Mujhe yakeen hi nahi ho raha tha ki ye wahi Yogita chachi ji hain jinko main ab tak sirf respect se dekhta aaya tha. Mirror ke reflection mein unki peeth, unka curve aur wo ubhri hui gaand dekh kar mera lund turant khada ho gaya. Aur main bas apne aap ko rokta khada reh gaya. Thodi der baad, Yogita chachi ready hokar bahar aayi. Pallu ko set karte hue unhone halki si muskaan ke saath kaha, “Sorry Jinesh ji… mera blouse thoda tight ho raha tha… uski silai nikal rahi thi… isliye thoda time lag gaya.” Main ekdum seedha ban kar bas sir hila diya, nazrein neeche karke. Dil mein abhi bhi unka woh petticoat aur bra wala reflection ghoom raha tha, lekin main apna impression kharab nahi karna chahta tha. Maine halki si muskaan daba kar kaha, “Koi baat nahi, chachi ji…” Unhone notice kiya ki main unki taraf seedhe aankh mila hi nahi raha. Thoda sa sharma kar, thoda sa mazaak mein wo boli, “Acha chhodo… aap naha lijiye. Tab tak main aapke liye chai bana deti hoon.” Unka wo chhupi hui muskaan mere dil ko aur bheegati ja rahi thi. Itna keh kar wo dheere-dheere kitchen ki taraf chal di. Main bathroom mein ghus to gaya par andar jaate hi bas yahi sochta raha, “Abhi jo scene maine dekha… wo sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha. Kya mast figure hai chachi ji ki… aur wo bhi itni umar mein. Ab unke harr ek andaaz, harr ek harkat mujhe alag hi lagne lagi hai.” Shower khola, thoda paani apne upar dala, par dimag poora unhi ki tasveeron mein uljha tha.
Mirror mein apna chehra dekha, aankhon ke saamne unka woh tight petticoat mein ubhra hua figure, bra ke upar se nikli hui cleavage aur sharmai hui muskaan ghoom rahi thi. Mera bas nahi chal raha tha. Mera lund apne aap khada ho gaya. Main control karna chahta tha, par jitna rokta, utna hi unki tasveer aur clear hoti ja rahi thi. Aakhir main resist nahi kar paaya. Haath neeche gaya aur maine apne lund ko pakad kar hilana shuru kar diya. Har ek stroke ke saath mujhe unka blouse pehne hue jhukna, dupatta sambhalna, aur woh sharmai nazar yaad aa rahi thi. Kuch hi minute mein meri saansein tez ho gayi aur maine chachi ji ko imagine karte hue bathroom ki deewar pakad kar zor se muth maar di. Pura badan dheela pad gaya, lekin andar hi andar ek ajeeb guilt aur aur bhi zyada chahat jaag gayi. Uss din pooja ke liye ghar mein bahut hi shant aur pavitra mahaul bana hua tha. Dheere-dheere ghar ke sabhi log mandir ke paas baith gaye. Main bhi waha tha, par meri aankhen baar-baar bas do hi chehron par tik ja rahi thi — Yogita chachi aur unki beti, Ritika. Chachi ji ne apna pallu sambhal kar liya tha; unki harr ada mein ek grown-up aurat ki sharm-o-haya chamak rahi thi. Unke paas hi Ritika baithi thi, jo bilkul chamakti hui dikh rahi thi apni peeli flowy dress mein. Dress ki fitting ne uski young body ko aur highlight kar diya tha. Aur dupatta ka ek hissa dheere se kandhe par latak raha tha. Main aankhen jhuka bhi leta par jahan bhi dekhta, dono maa-beti mujhe saamne hi dikh rahi thi. Kabhi chachi ji ki thodi jhuki nazar, kabhi Ritika ki dress ke neeche se nazar aati kamar ki line. Dil bilkul bekabu ho raha tha. Mujhe lag raha tha jaise pooja ki dhun, mantraon ki awaaz sab dheere-dheere door hoti ja rahi hai. Aur meri duniya bas in dono ke ghere mein simat gayi hai. Waise, main aur Yogita chachi kabhi-kabhi hi casual baat karte the. Lekin ab pata nahi kyun, main unhe roz good morning aur good night ke messages bhejne laga. Aur chaukane wali baat ye thi ki wo bhi mere messages ka jawab dene lagi thi. Kabhi simple smiley bhej deti, kabhi “same to you” likh deti. Bas unke chhote-chhote replies hi mere din ka sabse khubsurat hissa ban jaate. Ek din dopahar ka time tha. Office par main akela tha aur chachi ji se WhatsApp par baat chal rahi thi. Main casually puch baitha, “Chachi ji, ghar par aur kaun hai abhi?” Unhone turant reply kiya, “Arre, Ritika college gayi hai… aur chacha ji apne kaam par gaye hain. Main hi akeli hoon ghar par.” Unka yeh jawab padhkar mere dil mein ek ajeeb si garmi daud gayi. Mann mein turant tasveer ban gayi — chachi ji ghar mein akeli, halki si saree pehni hui, pallu dhila pada hai. Aur main unke saath samne baitha hoon. Mere ungliyan screen par likhne se pehle hi soch rahi thi, “Kya bolun?” Dil keh raha tha ki, “Aaj baat ko thoda aage badhana chahiye.” Main muskaan daba kar type kiya, “Wah chachi ji! Matlab abhi aap bilkul free hain… akeli?” Unhone thoda gap ke baad ek smiley bheja aur likha, “Ha… free hoon. Aapko kya kaam tha?” Uss line ne mera dil aur tez dhadkaya. Yeh pehli baar tha jab unhone directly mujhe pucha tha. Maine unse likha, “Chachi ji, ek baat kahu? Please bura mat maaniye…” Wo turant reply kiya, “”Arre damad ji… aap itna formal kyu ho rahe ho? Bolo na… kya baat hai?” Maine dil thoda sambhalte hue likha, “Bas… aapko dekh kar kabhi lagta hi nahi ki aapki itni badi beti hai. Abhi bhi aap mushkil se 30–32 ki lagti ho.” Thodi der ke baad unka message aaya, “Acha? Yeh baat aapko aaj achanak se kyu lagne lagi?” Maine thoda ruk kar type kiya, “Chachi ji, ek baat aur kehni hai… par himmat nahi ho rahi. Darr lag raha hai kahin aapne mujhe galat samajh liya toh…” Unhone likha, “Arey, aisa kuch nahi hoga. Aap itna socho mat… batao, kya kehna hai…” Meri saanse tez ho gayi aur maine apna dil ki baat likh di, “Woh… uss din galti se aapko dekh liya tha. Tab se aapka khayal bar-bar aa raha hai… aur main chaah kar bhi ignore nahi kar pa raha.” Message bhejne ke baad main screen ki taraf ghoorta raha. Kuch der tak unka koi reply nahi aaya. Bas ‘online’ likha aata raha, aur meri bechaini badhti ja rahi thi. Main ne ghabra kar ek aur line bhej di, “Chachi ji… agar meri baat ka bura lag gaya ho toh I’m really sorry.” Wo kuch samay tak bilkul chup rahi. Screen par kabhi “typing…” aata, phir gayab ho jata. Mere liye wo ek-ek second anant jaise lag raha tha. Dil ghabra raha tha, “Kya maine hadd paar kar di?” Ghabrahat mein maine fir se type kiya, “Chachi ji… agar meri baat ka bura laga ho toh I’m really sorry. Bas dil mein tha… isliye keh diya.” Is baar der se sahi, lekin unka reply aaya, “Jinesh ji… aap thoda zyada soch rahe ho. Bura kyu manungi main? Bas aapki baat padh kar main sochne lagi thi.” Mera dil zor se dhadak utha. Turant likh diya, “Sach mein? Matlab, aapko gussa nahi aaya?” Unka jawab tha, “Gussa to bilkul nahi aaya… lekin tumne aisa socha, isse mujhe thoda… ajeeb sa laga. Tum meri izzat karte ho… ye main jaanti hoon. Lekin phir bhi, ye sab baatein… sharminda bhi karti hain.” Main ne aur himmat jod kar likha, “Chachi ji, main jhooth nahi bol sakta. Uss din jo nazara galti se dekh liya tha… uske baad se aap mere khayalon mein bas gayi ho. Aap jitni khoobsurat ho, utni hi pyaari bhi… aur shayad isi wajah se main control nahi kar pa raha.” Phir lambi silence. Sirf last-seen green dikh raha tha. Meri ungliyaan phone ke keyboard par ruki thi. Dil se bas ek hi dua nikal rahi thi, “Kuch toh likho chachi ji…” Aur tab unka message aaya, “Aap sach mein ajeeb ho Jinesh ji… lekin pata nahi kyu, tumhari baaton se mujhe gussa nahi aata. Bas, dil mein ek ajeeb si garmi mehsoos hoti hai.” Meri aankhon ke saamne woh line bar-bar chamak rahi thi. Maine apne aap se kaha, “Yeh toh pehla kadam hai… ab chachi ji bhi dheere-dheere pighal rahi hain.
” Maine unse likha, “Chachi ji, main jaanta hoon aapko shayad ajeeb lag raha hoga… aur aap apni jagah par bilkul sahi ho. Mujhe aapse aisi baatein nahi karni chahiye thi. Sorry chachi ji… pata nahi aap mujhe kaisa aadmi samajh rahi hongi.” Unka reply aaya, “Arre, aisa kuch bhi nahi hai Jinesh ji.” Maine phir pucha, “To phir aap itni der se chup kyu ho gayi thi? Baat kyun nahi kar rahi thi?” Thodi der baad unka message aaya, “Bas, soch rahi thi… kya main aapko sach mein itni khubsurat lagti hoon?” Mere hothon par ek halka si muskaan aa gayi. Maine turant likha, “Bilkul, chachi ji. Isi liye toh maine aapko sab kuch sach bata diya. Main aapke saamne kabhi jhooth bol hi nahi sakta. Dil mein jo tha, wahi keh diya. Aapke bare mein jo sochta hoon, usse chhupana… matlab, aapko dhokha dena hota… aur main aapko dhokha kabhi nahi de sakta. Isiliye aaj himmat karke sab bol diya.”