Bhoot Bungalow Gaandu Adda- Part 1

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Adhik umra ke ladke se gaand marwaane waali sexy stories aap logon ko pasand hogi to meri yeh kahani padhen jahan mujhe bhi gaand marwaane ka shouk tha..

Mere tan badan mein aag lagi huyi thi, bahut dinon se lund nahin liya tha – Na munh mein aur na gaand mein.
Mera saathi, mera baanka chodanhaar, Poorab bhi apni zindagi mein busy tha – Pahle to uske imtihaan thay phir uske gaaon se uske Bhai Bhabhi aa gaye.

Mere paas to jagah kabhi hoti hi nahin. Main apne pariwaar ke saath rahta hoon, Aur meri Mummy grihani hain, Hamesha ghar mein rahti hain.
Main apne ghar apne jaanu ko chudai ke liye bula bhi nahin sakta.

Hello… Mujhe apna parichay pahle dena chahiye tha. Mera naam Ridhim hai, 19 saal ka gora chitta, chharhara ladka hoon, kamar 28 inch hai, dekhne mein aur sharir se bhi chikna hoon, B.Com second year mein hoon.

Aur ab apne hero ke baare mein bhi bata doon… Naam to jaan hi gaye honge, Poorab… Poorab Singh 24 saal ka hai, rahne waala Bahraich zile ka hai, lambai 5′ 11″, ikhara badan lekin majboot kad kaathi, lund 7.5″ aur kheere jitna mota. Fauj mein jaane ki planing kar raha hai.

Khair, Mujhe Poorab ka lund choose aur gaand marwaaye do mahine se uppar ho gaye thay, Main hawas mein paagal ho gaya tha- Itna ki ek din ek jawaan plumber hamaare ghar kaam karne aaya to maine use itna ghoora ki wo bechaara sakpaka gaya.

Phir ek din maine apne Singh saahab ko whatsapp par sandesh bheja jaanu…. Tumse milne ka bahut mann kar raha hai.. Kitne din ho gaye!
Udhar se teen minute baad jawaab aaya : Kaise ho mere laal?
‘Laal ka haal behaal hai. Bataao kab miloge?’ ‘Mere rasgulle… Tumhaare ghar mein tumhaari Mummy hain, Mere ghar mein bhi log hain, kaise milen?’

‘Pata nahin yaar, please kuch jugaad karo na… Bahut mann kar raha hai.’
‘Yaar mann to mera bhi bahut hai… Mera lundwa tumhaare liye pareshaan hai.
Please kuch karo na…’

Hum chhote se shahar mein rahte thay jahaan har koi ek doosre ko jaanta tha, Koi bhi, kaisi bhi khabar jungle ki aag ki tarah failti thi. Chalo cantt chalte hain. Usne sujhaao diya.

Cantt waise to sunsaan rahta hai, jungle, jhaadiyan bhi bahut hain. Lekin ab cantt mein ye sab kaam bhi mushkil tha – Terrorist attack ke chalte cantt ke bahut saare ilaake shahri logon ke liye band kar diye gaye thay.
Aur agar kahin ye sab karte pakde gaye to fauji khaal udhed dete. Mujhe fauj ke ilaakon mein ghuspaith karne waalon ka haal bahut achhe se pata tha.

‘Nahin yaar… Tum jaante ho na ki aajkal fauj bahut chaukanni ho gayi hai. Pakde gaye to bahut pitaai hogi.’ ‘Meri baat ko wo bhi samajh gaya phir kya karen?’

Thodi der hum dono shaant rahe, Phir uska message aaya main ek jagah jaanta hoon, Bilkul sahi… Wahaan koi risk nahin. Chaloge? ‘Kahaan?’
Pushpraaj cinema ke paas’

Pushpraaj cinema hall shahar ke civil lines ilaake mein tha jo saalon pahle band chuka tha, Use band huye kam se kam 20 saal jarur ho gaye honge, Ab wahaan bilkul sannata rahta tha, Uska gate aur saare khidkee-darwaaze seal kar diye gaye thay.

Uske paas laga ek bada sa cold storage tha, jiski wajah kuch log aur saaman laane le jaane ke liye truck dikh jaate thay.
Aur uske peeche jungle tha. Waise bhi civil lines mein jyaada chahal pahal nahin hoti thi, Sirf sarkaari daftar aane jaane waale log ya phir bas stand aane-jaane waale musaafir.

Main soch mein pad gaya Pushpraaj cinema? ‘Wo to band pada hai saalon se. Wahaan kya karenge?’ ‘Chal kar dekho mere saath.’
‘Nahin, Pahle bataao.’ ‘Yaar… Tumhaari aisi nautanki par gussa aata hai.’ Poorab ko gussa aa gaya.

Waise yeh meri gandi aadat hai – Faaltu bahas karne ki. Mere dost bhi gussa karte hain mujh par!
‘Chup chaap bataao… Chaloge ya nahin?’ Warna baithe raho apne ghar…

Maine ghutne tek diye. Waise bhi meri hawas beqaabu ho chuki thi, aur mujhe us par bharosa bhi tha – Main use teen saal se jaanta tha.

Wo April ka Wednesday tha, dopahar ka samay, hum dono Pushpraaj cinema hall pahunch gaye.
Hamesha ki tarah sannata tha, us khaali pade hall ko dekhkar lagta nahin tha ki kabhi yahaan bhi kitni raunak hoti thi.

Sadak ke us paar gaadi repair karne waalon ki teen chaar dukaanen thin, unki thoka peeti ke alawa aur koi awaaz nahin thi, saath laga cold storage bhi shaant tha.

Hum dono gale mile, Poorab mujhe dekh muskuraaya ‘kyon… Raha nahin jaa raha?’ Usne wyangatmak muskaan ke saath poocha.

Use kya maloom ki meri gaand mein kitni khujlee ho rahi thi. Main uske lund ki khushboo soonghne ke liye taras raha tha.
Uska kya tha, Wo to apna lund chuswaata, mujhe tabiyat se gapar-gapar chodta aur phir apni jawaan mardaangi ka ras mere sharir mein gira kar chal deta.
‘Nahin… Tumhaare liye bahut tadpa hoon!’

‘Chalo saath mein, ek baat dhyaan mein rakho… Jahaan le jahaan raha hoon wahaan faaltu bak-bak mat karna, bilkul chup chaap rahna. Samjhe?’
‘Theek hai… Jo kahoge wahi karunga mere raja!’ Chupchaap mere peeche aao – Bilkul chup.’

Poorab mujhe cinema hall ke kone mein le gaya. Shayad ab us cinema hall ko poochne waala koi nahin tha. Barson pahle uska gate band karke taala laga diya gaya tha – Taale tak mein zang lag gaya tha.
Lekin ek kone mein uski boundary tooti huyi thi – Ek bada sa chhed tha jisse aawara kutte aa-jaa rahe thay. Deewar ka chhed itna bada tha ki koi bachha araam se aa-jaa sakta tha.

Poorab usi chhed se neeche jhuk kar andar chala gaya aur mujhe peechhe aane ke liye ishaara kiya.

Ek minute ke to liye main darr gaya, lekin himmat karke uske peeche andar ghus gaya. ‘Ye… Kahaan le jaa rahe ho?’
‘Chup bhosdi ka ! Tumko bola chup rahne ko.’ Usne dabi awaaz mein daanta. Main ghabra kar chup ho gaya.

Andar ghusne ke baad, cinema hall ki sunsaan-viraan building ke kone mein, jis taraf cold storage tha, thoda andar ko jaakar ek patlee si gali thi.
Peeche ki taraf hone se shayad is gali par kisi ka na dhyaan gaya ho. Waise bhi wahaan bilkul sannata tha- Aa aadmi, Na adami ka naam-o-nishaan. Kai jagah to jhaadiyan bhi ug aayin thi.

Hamaare dayin taraf cinema hall ki building thi, aur bayin taraf cold storage ki oonchi sapaat deewar… Thoda andar jaakar jirn-shirn awastha mein ek sunsaan kothri thi – Shayad yahaan par kisi zamaane mein genarator rakha jaata ho – Uske ek jharokhe ke uppari hisse par saalon pahle ugle gaye dhune ke kaale nishaan abhi bhi thay.

Kahin kahin se to hol ki imaarat ka plaster bhi ukhaadne laga tha, lekin iton ka farsh abhi bhi pukhta tha.
Main chupchaap Poorab ke peeche peeche us gali mein daakhil ho gaya. Mere andar darr, Kautuhal aur romanch ki milee julee bhawna thi.

Poorab ke saath hone ki wajah se meri himmat ban gayi thi, Warna wo jagah aisi sunsaan viraan thi ki kisi ka murder kar do to pata na chale.
Gali mein thoda aur aage chale to cold storage to waisa ka waisa tha- Wahi oonchi sapaat deewar, aur doosri taraf cinema hall ka baramda tha.

Uske ek kone mein ek taala laga darwaaza tha – Yahaan bhi taale-kundi mein zang lag chuka tha. Barson ki andekhi wajah se kankrit ke baraamde mein bhi jhaadiyaan ug aayi thi aur chhat se bade bade jaalon ke guchhe latak rahe thay.

Meri nazar sahsa baraamde mein jhaadiyon mein uljhe ek akhbaar ke panne par gayi – Sirf chauthi panna shesh rah gaya tha, Wo bhi bilkul pila pad chuka tha.

Maine utsuktawash aage jhuk par akhbaar ka tukda utha liya. Local akhbaar janmorcha ka tukada tha (jo abhi bhi chhapta hai), Usmen sanyog se taarikh bhi salamat thi – 12 March 1984.
Tab to mere Mummy Papa ki shaadi bhi nahin huyi thi. Main jhaadiyon dwaara kiye gaye ek puraane akhbaar ke panne ke sahe jaane par achambhit tha, tabhi mera dhyaan bhang hua.

‘Kahaan ghus raha hai be, Chupchaap idhar aa.. Chutiyapa mat kar !!’ Poorab ne hadkaaya. Main uske peeche peeche bhaaga. ‘Bhosdi ke chupchaap mere peeche-peeche chal!’

Aage jaakar gali khatam thi, saamne kaam oonchai ki ek munder thi jo thoda toot chuki thi. Hamaare agal bagal ki dono imaaraten samaapt ho chuki thi.
Cold storage ka pichhwada aur Pushpraaj cinema ka peeche ka hissa tha – Hall ki peeche ki deewar ke saath laga chauda sa ahata tha aur jirn awastha mein taala lagi kothriyaan thin. Shayad yahaan kabhi karamchaari ya chaukidaar rahte honge aur khula aahata cycle stand hota hoga.

‘Laangh jaao!’ Mujhe aadesh dekar Poorab saamne ki munder ko laangh kar us paar chala gaya. Main bhi laangh kar wahaan aa gaya.

Jaisa maine pahle bataaya, us paar jungle tha.Maine dekha ki thoda door, jhurmut aur imlee, neem, semal aur bel ke ghane pedon ke beech ek angrezon ke zamaane ka bangla tha.
Pata nahin kiska tha- Shayad koi waaris nahin hoga uska.

Jungle aur oonchi imaaraton se gheere us bangle par isi wajah se kisi ka dhyaan nahin gaya tha, aur na to wahaan tak jaane ke liye dhang ka raasta tha.

Maine nazren ghuma kar dekha to ya to imaaraton ke pichhwaade dikhaai dete thay ya phir jhaad, jhurmut aur ghane ped.
Thoda doori par ek chhota sa pokhar bhi tha. Ek do bakriyaan bhi ghoom rahin thi.

Main achambhit tha. Main apne shahar mein pala, bada hua lekin mujhe aaj tak is jagah ka idea nahin tha. Aur yeh bagal ke zile ke gaaon ka ladka, ise mujhse pahle pata chal gaya!

Poorab aur main us bangle ki taraf gaye. Kam se kam 100 saal purana jarur raha hoga. Baahri deewaron par kai jagah se plaster udhad chuka tha aur unpar junglee bel chadh chuki thi.
Khidkiyon ke darwaaze toot chuke thay, bas unme lage lakdi ke dhaanche aur kaanch ke tukde maujood thay. Kisi horror waali film ke liye bilkul satik bhoot bangla.

Hum mukhya baramde mein daakhil huye aur ek toote foote darwaaze se andar gaye, Ek hallnuma kamra aaya- Kabhi drawing room hua karta hoga.
Chhat se dher saari bajari giree padi thi. Ek kone mein bakriyon ne apne chharre bikhere huye thay.

Andar ki deewar ka bhi dher saara plaster jhad chuka tha, Us samay ki moti-moti inten dikhaai de rahin thi. Puraane zamaane ke chini mitti ke switch board taaron se latak gaye thay.beechon-beech ek lakdi ka ek dhaancha rakha tha- Shayad kisi chair ya table ka awshesh ho.

Meri hichkichahat bhaanp kar Poorab mera haath pakad kar aur bheetar le gaya. Kuch awaazen aa rahin thi, shayad kisi ke chillaane ki.
Ek minute ke liye main darr gaya. Lekin Poorab saath mein tha, isiliye aashwast tha.

Hall se laga ek darwaaza tha, jise hum aur andar daakhil huye. Ek aur kamra aaya – Tez roshni se andhere mein aakar meri sikud gayin.
Yeh shayad kabhi bedroom hua karta tha. Iski bhi waisi hi haalat thi, ek kone se to chhat tak toot chuki thi aur dhoop andar aa rahi thi poore farsh par chhat se jhadti bajri giree huyi thi, aur dhool-mitti ki moti parat jami huyi thi, har taraf jaalon ka saamrajya tha.

Ek awaara kutta humen dekh kar thithka aur baahar bhaag gaya. Is kamre se laga bheetar ki taraf ek aur kamra tha.
Maine dhyaan diya ki siskaari aur aahon ki awaazen aur tez ho gayi thi, aur aisa lagta tha jaise kai logon ki awaazen hon. Ye awaazen kiski thin aur kahaan se aa rahi thi?

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Poorab mujhe us kamre se aur bheetar le gaya. Hum us kamre mein ek kone ke darwaaze se aur andar daakhil huye. Darwaaza kya tha, lakdi ka ek jhina parda tha – Saalon ki barsaat aur bina rakh-rakhaaw ki wajah se dimak chaat chuki thi.
Yahi haal har khidkee-darwaaze ka tha.

Andar aate hi mere hosh udd gaye… dil-o-dimaag sunn ho gaye… Main kuch second tak but bankar khada, andar ke drishya ko dekhta rah gaya.
Kahani jaari rahegi.
Rangbaaz
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