Mera Devar, Meri Zid, Aur Woh Garmiyon Ki Raat (The Night I Broke Everything With My Brother-in-Law)
INNOVATION
Yeh kahani maine aaj tak kisi ko nahi batayi. Pata nahi, isse likh kar main sahi kar rahi hoon ya apne liye aur gunah jod rahi hoon. But this desire has been eating me alive for years. Main married hoon, husband (Amit) bahut achha hai, security hai, sab hai. Lekin sukoon nahi hai.
Mere pati ka chhota bhai hai, Nikhil. Humari family Delhi mein rehti hai. Nikhil mujhse 5 saal chhota hai, abhi college mein hai. Jab woh pehli baar hamare ghar aaya tha hostel se wapas, usko dekha toh bas aankhein sehmi reh gayi thi. Tall, lean, perfect jawline, aur woh innocent look. Amit ka opposite.
Woh mujhe hamesha 'Bhabhi' bolta tha, thodi respect, thodi sharm ke saath. Lekin main notice karti thi—jab main choti saree pehnti thi, ya kitchen mein kaam karte hue meri blouse ki hook khul jaati thi, toh uski aankhein chori se kya dekh rahi hain.
Problem tab shuru hui jab Amit business ke liye 3 mahine ke liye USA gaya. Ghar mein main, saas-sasur (jo apne room mein rehte the), aur Nikhil. Raat ka khana ek saath hota tha, lekin Nikhil chupchap khata tha aur apne room mein chala jaata tha.
Ek baar, monsoon ka time tha. Bohot tez baarish ho rahi thi. Main uss raat sirf ek thin cotton nighty pehni thi, bina bra ke. Main balcony mein thi, chai pee rahi thi, aur baarish ka maza le rahi thi. Tabhi Nikhil aaya, "Bhabhi, chabi chahiye thi, Amit bhaiya ki spare."
Woh mere paas khada hua. Uski body se woh fresh soap aur thodi si male sweat ki smell aa rahi thi. Maine chabi di, lekin jab main mudhi, toh woh seedha khada nahi tha. Woh mujhe dekh raha tha. Uske chehre pe woh sharm nahi thi jo pehle hoti thi.
"Nikhil, kya hua?" Maine dheere se pucha.
Woh bola, "Bhabhi, I can't lie anymore. Main jabse aapko dekhta hoon... main sochta hoon ki agar meri wife hoti toh aisi hoti."
My heart started pounding like a drum. Mere mind ne chillaya, Stop him! But mere body ne woh darwaza khol diya jo hamesha band tha. "Nikhil, yeh galat hai."
"Main janta hoon galat hai," usne dheere se kaha, aur ek step aage badha. "Lekin kya aapko kabhi feel hua hai... mere hone ka ehsaas?"
Woh mere itna paas aa gaya tha ki uski saans meri neck par pad rahi thi. Maine aankhein band kar li. Main wahan se bhag sakti thi, but main wahin khadi rahi.
Usne dheere se apna haath uthaya, aur usne meri nighty ka hook, jo ussi time pehle se thoda dheela tha, kheencha.
Krrraaacckk. Hook toot gaya.
Cotton fabric gir gaya. Main uss raat sirf apne jism ke saath khadi thi. Monsoon ki hawa aur uski saans. Usne kuch nahi bola, bas uski aankhon mein woh bhookh thi jo main pehle sirf apne dreams mein dekhti thi.
Woh jhuka, aur usne mere lips pakad liye. It wasn't a respectful kiss; yeh woh kiss thi jo hum bhai-behen ko nahi karni chahiye thi. Jab usne kiss kiya, toh uski tongue ne mere lips ke beech se aag lagadi. Main usko rokne ki koshish ki, par woh meri taaqat se zyada strong tha.
Usne mujhe uthaya, aur hum seedhe uske kamre mein gaye. Usne mujhe bed par patka, aur bina ek bhi conversation ke, usne meri taangein chaudi kar di. Us raat, woh sab hua jo mere dimag mein Amit ke wapas aane se pehle chalta rehta tha. Nikhil ne mujhe woh intensity di jo Amit kabhi nahi de paya. Woh jawan tha, impatient tha, aur usko pata tha ki yeh ek hi mauka hai.
Woh meri haddiyan tod raha tha, har baar jab woh ghus raha tha, woh cheekh rahi thi, but us cheekh mein maza tha. Us raat, main Bhabhi nahi thi. Main sirf uski, jo uski thi. Aur jab subah woh uth kar 'Bhabhi, chai' bolta hai, toh hum dono ki aankhein woh raaz chupati hain jo humari family ki foundation ko hila sakti hai. Main isse rokti nahi hoon, kyunki woh 3 mahine ka time abhi khatam nahi hua hai. Aur woh raatein... woh meri aadat ban chuki hain.