Flatmate ki chahat – Jab hum akele the

Main Mumbai mein ek MNC mein kaam karta hoon. Mera naam Karan hai, aur main 29 saal ka hoon. Main ek 2BHK flat mein rehta hoon, jahan ek saal pehle meri roommate bani. Uska naam, Neha – ek HR executive, slim figure, wheatish skin aur expressive eyes wali ladki. Hum dono professional the, lekin friendship mein comfort aur trust tha.

Neha modern thi, lekin grounded. Office ke baad hum aksar dinner ya coffee ke liye baith jaate the, kabhi ek dusre ke outfits ya colleagues ke baare mein gossip kar lete the. Kabhi-kabhi late night movie bhi lag jaati. Lekin kabhi line cross nahi hui… tab tak.

🌧️ Ek Rainy Night

Woh baarish wali shaam kuch alag thi. Bahar zor ki bijli chamak rahi thi, aur mausam mein ek tension thi. Building mein light chali gayi thi, aur har jagah sirf andhera aur thodi-thodi candle light thi.

Main apne room mein bed pe lete-lete mobile charge hone ka intezaar kar raha tha. Mausam thoda romantic tha, lekin main bas music sun raha tha aur apne kaam ke baare mein soch raha tha.

Tabhi knock hua.

“Karan?” Neha ki awaaz thodi nervous thi. “Light chali gayi hai… mujhe bahut darr lag raha hai. Can I sit here for a while?”

Maine turant kaha, “Of course, come in.”

Woh ek light pink nightdress mein thi, thoda wet kyunki woh balcony mein thi jab bijli chamki thi. Uske baalon se paani tapak raha tha, aur uski neckline se thodi cleavage dikh rahi thi. Uska makeup nahi tha, lekin uski natural beauty uss raat mein kuch aur hi chamak rahi thi. Maine nazar hata li… lekin woh moment mere dimaag mein chhup gaya.

Woh meri bed ke corner par baithi, blanket le kar shoulders cover kiye. “Itni tez lightning se mujhe hamesha anxiety hoti hai,” usne kaha.

Main uske paas gaya aur bola, “It’s okay. Main hoon na.”

Uske haath thande the. Maine use haath pakad kar halka rub kiya. Uski aankhon mein ek gratitude tha… par uss moment mein kuch aur bhi tha – shayad woh bhi mehsoos kar rahi thi ki hum dono ke beech mein kuch badal raha hai.

🛏️ Woh Nazdeekiyaan

Thodi der baad, Neha mere kareeb aa gayi. Uske shoulders mujhse touch kar rahe the. Woh mere chest par sir rakh kar baithi thi. Uska perfume halka sa mehka raha tha. Woh softly bolti rahi, “Aaj pata nahi kyun, tumhare saath rehkar kaafi secure feel ho raha hai.”

Maine use gently hug kiya, aur hum kuch minute silence mein baithe rahe. Candle ki roshni mein uska chehra aur bhi khubsurat lag raha tha.

Phir usne slowly bola, “Karan… tum kabhi feel karte ho ke hum dono… maybe… could be more than roommates?”

Mera heart beat fast hone laga. Maine uski aankhon mein dekha, aur bola, “Honestly, haan… kabhi-kabhi sochta hoon. Lekin kabhi sure nahi tha ki tum bhi aisa feel karti ho.”

Usne apni aankhon se permission di. Main uske kareeb gaya, aur soft kiss kiya – pehle cheek pe, fir lips pe. Woh response dene lagi, lips thoda parted, breathing fast.

Maine uska haath pakda, aur dheere-dheere uski kamar ke peeche haath le gaya. Usne aankhen band kar li, aur kiss deepen ho gaya. Uske haath mere chest pe the, aur uska jism halki si kaanp mein tha.

🔥 Pehla Milan

Usne apna blanket hata diya. Uska nightdress patla tha, aur uske neeche white bra clearly visible thi. Candle light mein uska skin soft aur glowing lag raha tha.

Maine uske shoulders pe kiss kiya, phir uski collarbone… woh moan karne lagi – halki si, lekin pure desire ke saath. Main uske neck se neeche hota gaya, uske stomach ko gently kiss kiya. Uski har saans mein ek urgency thi.

Usne apna nightdress dheere se upar uthaya, revealing her smooth waist and innerwear. Main uski body explore karta gaya – har touch uske liye naya tha. Uska saans tez ho gaya tha, body garam thi. Uski kamar pe mera haath jaate hi usne aankhen band kar li.

“Tum mujhe pura feel karte ho, Karan… I’ve never felt this alive,” usne whisper kiya.

Usne mera t-shirt uthaya aur kiss karte hue bola, “Tumhara touch… it’s making me lose control…”

Maine uska bra dheere se hook khola, aur uske bare chest ko gently kiss kiya. Uske nipples tight ho gaye the, aur uski moans mujhe aur stimulate kar rahi thi. Uska haath ab mere back pe tha, aur woh mujhe tightly hold kar rahi thi.

Phir usne khud apne panty nikaal di. Main neeche gaya, aur tongue se pleasure dene laga. Uska jism kaap raha tha, woh baar-baar meri bedsheet pakad rahi thi. Uski moans soft aur continuous ho gayi thi.

“Karan… please… come inside me…” usne finally kaha.

💫 The Connection

Main uske upar aaya, protection use kiya, aur usme gently enter kiya. Uski aankhon mein sirf ek hi emotion tha – surrender. Har thrust ke saath woh mujhe tightly pakadti gayi, moans badhte gaye.

Woh mere kaan ke paas aake bolti rahi, “Just like this… don’t stop… I want to feel everything tonight.”

Hum dono ek dusre mein kho gaye. Uska jism perfectly meri movement ke saath synchronize ho raha tha. Uski ungliyaan meri peeth par thi, aur woh baar-baar “Karan…” keh rahi thi. Uske lips mere lips par the, uska saara jism meri baahon mein fit ho gaya tha.

Hum dono climax pe aaye – together. Woh itna gehra moment tha ki kuch seconds ke liye sab kuch ruk gaya laga. Sirf saans, dhadkane, aur ek complete silence thi.

🌙 Subah Ke Pal

Raat bhar hum cuddled hokar soye. Kabhi uske baalon mein haath chalata, kabhi woh mere chest par sir rakh kar so jaati. Subah usne aankhen kholi, muskurayi aur sirf itna bola, “I don’t regret anything.”

Maine uska haath pakda aur bola, “Na main. Shayad yeh hi sach tha humare beech.”

Us raat ke baad, hum roommate nahi rahe – hum lovers ban gaye… bina kisi label ke, bina kisi tension ke… sirf ek connection ke saath.

Woh ek rishta tha jo lafzon se nahi, sirf lamhon se bana tha.

🔚 End of Part 1 – Next Part Coming Soon…