Balcony Ki Secret Aag: Anjali Aur Raj Ka Rangila Milan
Anjali Sharma balcony ki railing par jhuki hui thi, haath mein garam adrak wali chai ka cup tha aur subah ki Ahmedabad ki hawa uske chehre par halki si thandi chhoon rahi thi. Usne apna favourite pink cotton salwar kameez pehna hua tha – woh wala jo uske bade bade boobs ko thoda sa tight pakadta tha, kameez ke buttons beech mein thoda khinch rahe the. Dupatta usne sirf ek kandhe par daal rakha tha, baaki khula chhod diya tha. Uske lambe kaale baal ek loose bun mein the, kuch strands uske maathe par latak rahe the. 28 saal ki umar, shaadi ko teen saal, aur abhi bhi uski jawani mein woh purani pyaas thi jo kabhi bujhi nahi thi.
Rohan, uska pati, airport chhodne ke baad ab Mumbai ke liye nikal chuka tha – teen din ka urgent audit. Ghar mein sannata tha. Sirf uske mann mein kuch chal raha tha. Usne opposite balcony ki taraf dekha. Wahan Raj Mehra khada tha – 25 saal ka, 6 feet lamba, shoulders chaure, gym ki wajah se body tight lekin artist wali softness bhi. Usne sirf ek black vest pehni thi, baaki upar khula, ek haath mein brush aur dusre mein palette. Uske lambe baal thode messy the, chhoti si beard uske sharp jawline ko aur bhi attractive bana rahi thi.
Raj ne upar dekha aur muskuraya. “Namaste Anjali bhabhi! Aaj subah bahut peaceful lag rahi hai na? Sunrise ke liye perfect light hai.”
Anjali ka dil thoda sa dhadka. Usne chai ka sip liya aur muskurate hue bola, “Haan Raj… bahut sundar hai. Tum hamesha itni acchi paintings banate ho. Main bhi kabhi kabhi try karti thi college time mein, lekin ab toh time hi nahi milta.”
Raj ne apna brush side rakha aur railing par jhuk kar baat ki. “Sach? Aap bhi paint karti ho? Kabhi dikhao na. Main help kar sakta hoon. Free hoon main, freelance graphic designer hoon, toh time rehta hai.”
Unki baat chalne lagi. Pehle sirf do-teen minute, phir dus minute. Raj ne usse apni latest painting dikhayi – ek abstract sunset jo balcony se hi bana raha tha. Anjali ko sach mein pasand aaya. Usne apne purane sketchbook ki baat ki jo almari mein dabba hua tha. Dono ne hasi-mazak kiya. Jab Anjali andar gayi toh usne apne aap se hi poocha, “Kya ho raha hai Anjali? Sirf ek naya neighbor hai… par dil kyun itna zor se dhadak raha hai?”
Agla din bhi aisa hi. Raj ne apna ek extra brush set balcony se hi phenka uske taraf aur bola, “Le lo bhabhi, try karo. Agar pasand aaye toh bata dena.” Anjali ne sharma kar liya. Shaam ko Rohan ka call aaya – routine baat, “Khana kha liya? Main theek hoon.” Anjali ne “Haan” bola, lekin uske mann mein Raj ki muskurahat ghum rahi thi.
Teesre din Raj ne usse poocha, “Agar aapko sach mein interest hai toh ek din coffee pe baat karte hain art ki. Main aapko basic techniques bata dunga.” Anjali ne socha, “Rohan ghar par hi hoga, kya harz hai?” Usne haan kar diya. Shaam ko Raj aaya. Rohan bhi tha. Teeno ne casual baat ki. Rohan ko koi problem nahi tha – “Achha hai, Anjali ko bhi koi hobby ho jayega.” Raj ne coffee peete hue Anjali ko dekha aur aankhon hi aankhon mein ek halki si smile di. Anjali ka chehra garam ho gaya.
Phir woh din aa gaya jab Rohan Mumbai ke liye nikal gaya. Subah airport drop karne ke baad ghar aate hi Anjali ne apne aap ko mirror mein dekha. Usne socha, “Aaj ghar khali hai… aur Raj sirf opposite flat mein.” Usne call kiya.
“Raj… agar free ho toh aaj shaam ko aa sakte ho? Painting try karna hai. Ghar par hoon main.”
Raj ki awaaz mein excitement tha, “Bilkul Anjali. Saat saat baje aa jata hoon.”
Saat baje darwaza khula. Anjali ne change kar liya tha – ek loose deep-neck black kurti aur grey leggings. Kurti itni thin thi ki uske black lace bra ka outline saaf dikhta tha. Cleavage thodi si dikh rahi thi. Baal khule hue the, thoda makeup bhi – sirf kajal aur light lipstick.
Raj andar aaya. Usne ek simple white t-shirt aur jeans pehni thi. Dono ne living room mein easel laga diya, window ke paas light ke liye. Raj ne colors mix kiye aur bola, “Aaj hum ek simple landscape banayenge. Main guide karunga.”
Unhone shuru kiya. Raj uske bilkul paas baitha tha. Jab Anjali brush chalati, uska haath uske haath par rakh kar stroke dikhata. “Aise… dheere se… pressure mat daalo.” Uske fingers Anjali ke fingers par the. Uske gehri saans Anjali ke kaan ke paas thi. Anjali ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne apne aap se kaha, “Control kar Anjali… yeh sirf art hai.”
Lekin body sun nahi rahi thi. Raj ki body heat usko chhoo rahi thi. Ek baar jab wo jhuki toh uske boobs Raj ke arm se ragad gaye. Dono ke beech silence ho gaya. Sirf brush ki awaaz aur unki saansein.
Raj ne dheere se bola, “Anjali… tum bahut talented ho. Aur… bahut beautiful bhi.”
Anjali ne brush side rakha aur uski taraf dekha. Uski aankhein nam thi. “Raj… yeh galat hai. Main shaadi shuda hoon.”
Raj ne uska haath pakda, “Main jaanta hoon. Par pehle din se jab tumhe balcony par dekha tha… kuch toh hai. Tum bhi feel karti ho na?”
Anjali ne aankhein band ki. Phir usne haan mein sir hilaya. “Haan… karti hoon. Par dar lagta hai.”
Raj ne uske chehre ko apne haathon mein liya aur dheere se kiss kiya. Pehla kiss – soft, hesitant, phir gehra. Anjali ne pehle resist kiya, phir surrender kar diya. Uske haath Raj ke chest par the. Kiss tez hota gaya. Raj ne uski kurti ke buttons kholne shuru kiye. Ek ek karke. Jab kurti khuli toh uske bade boobs black lace bra mein ubhar rahe the.
“Fuck Anjali… kitne perfect hain,” Raj ne whisper kiya aur bra ka hook khola. Boobs bahar aa gaye – heavy, soft, nipples already hard. Usne ek nipple muh mein liya aur zor zor se choosa. Anjali ki peeth arch hui.
“Ahhh… Raj… dheere… haan… aur chooso…”
Usne dusra nipple pakda, dabaaya, thoda sa pinch kiya. Anjali ke muh se siski nikal gayi. Usne Raj ki t-shirt utari. Uske toned chest, abs, sab kuch uske haathon mein tha. Usne uske nipples ko chusa, uske neck par kiss kiye.
Phir Anjali ne niche jhuk kar Raj ki jeans kholi. Uska lund already rock hard tha, jeans ke andar se tent bana raha tha. Usne jeans aur underwear neeche kiya. Lund bahar nikla – mota, lamba, veins ubhari hui, tip pe already precum.
Anjali ne usko haath mein liya, “Raj… kitna bada hai… pehle kabhi aisa nahi dekha.”
Usne muh khola aur lund ko andar liya. Pehle sirf tip, phir dheere dheere pura. Raj ne uske baal pakde aur dheere se muh mein dhakela. Anjali gag hui, aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, lekin usne rukne nahi diya. Lund uske gale tak pahunch raha tha.
“Arrrghhh Anjali… tumhara muh kitna garam hai… chooso… aur zor se… haan baby…”
Anjali ne speed badhai, haath se base ko hilate hue, tongue se tip ko tease karte hue. Raj ka lund poora geela ho gaya uske thook se.
Phir Raj ne usko uthaya aur sofa par litaya. Usne uski leggings aur panty ek saath neeche kardi. Anjali ki choot already geeli thi – clean shaved, pink, swollen. Raj ne ghutno par baith kar usko chaata. Tongue se clit ko tease kiya, phir andar ghused diya. Anjali ki taange kaanp rahi thi.
“Ohh fuck Raj… haan… wahi… chooso meri choot… ahhh main aa rahi hoon…”
Pehla orgasm aaya – zor ka, uski choot se paani nikal gaya. Raj ne saara pi liya.
Phir usne apna lund uski choot ke muh par ragda. “Bharna chahti ho na isko?”
Anjali ne haan mein sir hilaya, aankhein band, “Haan Raj… andar daal do… faad do meri choot ko aaj.”
Raj ne ek zor ka dhakka diya. Poora lund andar ghusa. Anjali ki cheekh nikal gayi, “Aaaahhh… bahut mota hai… dheere… haan… ab tez…”
Raj ne rhythm pakda – zor zor se thokne laga. Har dhakke mein uske boobs uchhal rahe the. Bangles ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Sofa creak kar raha tha. Raj ne uske boobs dabaaye, nipples pinch kiye, phir uske gale par haath rakh kar thoda sa choke kiya – pyar se, control mein.
“Teri choot kitni tight hai Anjali… main roz chodunga isko… teri jawani ko bhar dunga.”
Anjali ne taange uske kamar par lapet li, “Haan… chod mujhe… zor se pel… meri pyaas bujha de…”
Position change hui. Usne Anjali ko doggy style mein kiya. Uske bade bade gaand ke cheeks failaye aur phir se andar ghused diya. Har dhakke mein uski gaand hil rahi thi. Raj ne ek haath se uske baal pakde, dusre se gaand par zor zor se thappad maare – laal nishaan pad gaye.
“Slap… slap… teri gaand kitni juicy hai… maar raha hoon isko aaj.”
Anjali ki cheekhein zor zor se nikal rahi thi, “Haan… maar… aur maar… main teri hoon aaj raat…”
Usne usko bed par le jaaya. Bedroom mein light dim ki. Wahan usne Anjali ko missionary mein litaya, uske upar chadh gaya. Ab bahut gehra aur slow. Har stroke mein pura lund andar bahar. Anjali ki aankhein uski aankhon mein thi. Kiss karte hue, bolte hue.
“Raj… mujhe pehle kabhi aisa feel nahi hua… tu meri duniya badal raha hai.”
Raj ne speed badhai, “Main bhi nahi ruk sakta… teri choot ne mujhe pagal kar diya hai.”
Doosra orgasm Anjali ka aaya – is baar squirt kiya, bed sheet geeli ho gayi. Raj ne bhi apna lund andar hi chhod diya aur zor zor se jhad gaya. Garam cum uski choot mein bhar gaya, overflow ho kar bahar nikalne laga. Usne apni ungli se bahar nikla cum wapas andar ghused diya.
“Lekin abhi khatam nahi hua,” Raj ne muskurate hue kaha.
Teesri round balcony par hui – raat ke andhere mein, sirf society ki door lights. Anjali ne sirf ek thin transparent nighty pehni thi jo uske nipples par chipak rahi thi. Raj ne use railing par jhukaya aur peeche se ghused diya. Hawa mein unki saansein mil rahi thi. Bangles jhanjhana rahe the. Raj ne uske nighty ko upar kiya aur gaand par thappad maarta hua chodta raha.
“Log dekh lenge toh kya?” Anjali ne saans chhodte hue poocha.
“De kh lenge… par tu meri hai aaj,” Raj ne jawab diya aur uske andar aur gehra ghusa diya.
Teesra creampie bhi andar hi. Anjali ki taange kaanp rahi thi, usko support karne ke liye Raj ne use pakad rakha tha.
Raat ke do baje tak dono bed par lete the. Anjali Raj ke chest par sar rakh kar leti thi. Uske haath uske pet par the. Raj uske baal sehla raha tha.
Anjali dheere se boli, “Raj… yeh galat tha… par pehli baar main khud ko itna alive feel kar rahi hoon. Rohan ko pata nahi chalna chahiye… par main tumhare bina ab nahi reh sakti.”
Raj ne uske maathe par kiss kiya, “Main bhi nahi. Yeh hamara secret rahega. Jab bhi Rohan bahar hoga… main aa jaunga. Aur jab nahi… balcony se hi baat kar lenge… par ab teri har pyaas main bujhaunga.”
Anjali ne muskurate hue uske lund ko haath mein liya jo phir se hard hone laga tha aur whisper kiya, “Phir ek baar… pehle se bhi tez… mujhe apni bana lo aaj poori raat.”
Dono ke honthon par muskurahat thi. Bahar Ahmedabad ki raat shant thi, lekin unke andar ek naya aag ka silsila shuru ho chuka tha – ek aag jo ab kabhi bujhne wali nahi thi.