Odbhut Amazing 7 by polly mom
“Tumi ektu bra er hook ta lagiye dao toh…” Chotu ebar doure mayer piche giye hook ta laganor cheshta korlo… Jodi, Noren da r Ami prai ei hook lagiye dei, aaj Chotu chalaki kore bollo
“Memshaheb, etar hook na lagche na…”
“Keno?”
“Hook duto kachakachi ana jacche na…”
“Noren shedin lagiye dilo…”
“Tokhon mone hoy choto chilo… Aaj hocche na…”
“Tahole r ki…”
“Bolechilam na… Hobe na…” Ebar o shamne eshe daralo… Bra ta jhule ache… Tar pechone boro boro dudh jugol o bheshe ache…
Ma bollo
“Ebar hoyeche… Bujhecho ki kore bra use kore… Ebar dhoro, nighty ta porbo…”
“Memshaheb, ektu daran… Apnar dudh duto ektu kach theke dekhi, please?”
“Ki bolcho tumi!”
“Ki bolbo bolun? Gram e boro hoyeche… Kaki pishidur dudh dher lukiye pechiye dekhechi, kintu eto boro dudh baaper jonme dekheni… Ete amar ki dosh bolun…”
“Na… Mane, amar dudh gulo asholei boro…”
“Boro mane ki? Prokando… Ektu chuye dekhte pari ki memshaheb?”
“na tumi barir chakorer bhai r tomar boyosh o oneekk kom ei boyosh e amar moto bibahito boyoshko mohila r dudh dekte chao tomar sahosh o to kom naa!”
“memshaheb ami choto tai amar janar oneek icha tai chailam” Chotu mukh kalo kore bollo…
Ei dekhe, mayer maya holo… Tokhon ma bollo
“Acha, thik ache… Kintu keo jeno na jane…”
“Obboshoi… Keo janbe na… R apnio dadader ke bolben na jani…”
“Thik ache…”
Ebar cheleta haate niye khelte laglo dudh duto… Ebar bollo
“Memshaheb, eto dekhchi olpo olpo dudh berocche… Eta ki shotti dudh?”
“ha…”
“Kintu ei boyoshe…”
“She ek lomba itihaash… Arekdin shonabo…”
“Acha… Thik ache… Kintu ektu dudh khete pari ki?”
“Na…”
“Memshaheb, dhorte diyechen emon ekta jinish, r ektu mukh lagate diben na?”
“Acha, thik ache… Kheye dekho…”
Cheleta ebar mukh lagalo… Lagatei, ma shiure uthlo… Notun keo tar dudh chushche… Tao, 17-18 bochor ek noujoyaan… Besh jorei chushte laglo... Edike, ei obosthay, mayer obostha kharap hoye jete laglo… Gud bhije job joba hoye gelo… R tate, mayer patla panty te halka daag porlo…
Cheleta sheta kheyal korlo… Ebar okhane haat diye bollo
“Memshaheb, ekhane ki hoyeche? Bhije geche keno?”
Ma tokhon besh uttejito…
“Ki korcho tumi? Eta thik hocche na…”
“Ami khali bojhar cheshta korchi, ki hocche memshaheb…” bole, ebar chotu nightyr upor diyei ma ke ghoshte thake… emni uttejito, tai, olpo ghoshathei mayer obostha khahil holo… Jol khoshiye dilo…
Ebar Chotu bollo
“Memshaheb, amar na ekhane khub betha korche…”
“Kothay?” ebar Chotu point kore dekhalo tar dhoner dike… Jeno choto chele kichui bujhe na…
“Otate kichui hobe na…”
“Na… Eta thik na… Apnar karone eshob hoyeche… Amar okhane betha hocche, apnari oshudh dite hobe…”
“Ki bolcho tumi? Kisher oshudh?”
“Memshaheb, please ektu help korun… Nahole ami mara jabo…” bole, ebar Chotu tar dhuti ta khule fello…. R tar bishal 10 inchi bara ta beriye gelo… Ota dekhe toh ma tho… Bollo
“baah… Eta ki?”
“Memshaheb, oshudhta din na, please…”
“Acha… Thik ache baba…” bole, ebar ma ota haate nilo… Chotu bollo
“Khali haat diye ki hobe memshaheb? Betha kombe?”
“Ha…”
“Amar mone hocche na…”
“Tahole ki kore kombe?”
“Ektu mukh lagan na…”
“Mukh diye ki korbo?”
“Ektu chushe dile amar bhalo lagbe…” Ma muchki hashee…. Bole,
“Thik ache…” bole ma ebar chosha shuru korlo… Chotu, bolte gele virgin… Parar meyeder shathe makeout koreche… Dudh chusheche, pod tipeche, bara khechiyeche… Kintu, blowjob pai ni kokhono… Aaj blowjob peye o r control rakhte parlo na… Mayer mukh khana chepe dhorlo dhoner upor…. R amar ma expert magi… She shundor kore, chushe jetei laglo… Eto shundor chushlo, je Chotu r dhorei rakhte parlo na… Ma ke deepthroat kore, maal ekkebare bhetore fele dilo… Thoke thoke shadaa maal diye mayer pet bhoralo….
“Betha komeche ebar tomar?”
“ha… Ebar betha ta komeche…”
“Acha… Thik ache... tumi onek chalu… amar moto bibahito dobka mohila ke diye dhon chushiye nile dekhchi…” bole dushtu heshe room theke beriye jay ma…
Odike, Buri etokhon shob ha kore dekhche… Tar chele r chele royni… Ekebare, purush hoye dariyeche… Eta aaj she chokher shamne promaan pelo…
Pordin shokale…
Baba , goto raate fire esheche… Office er douradourir karone, khub tired… Tai, koekdin chuti nibe bole decide koreche… Edike, amar ekta group project e naam poreche… Sheta niye besto thaki….Khali rate bari firi… R sharadin baire thaki… Tai, Buri, Ma, Baba r Chotu bashay… Noren da geche bazare…
Ta chotu TV er room e TV dekhchilo… Tokhon buri giye bollo
“Kire Chotu… Aaj eto monmora?”
“Ki korbo bol? Amar bhaggotai kharap…”
“Keno? Hoyeche ta ki?”
“Memsaaber shathe kotokaal gaa gorom korlam, r aaj shaheb bari eshe boshe ache… Shunlaam besh koekdin thakbe… Ki korbo bol…”
“Oh… Ei shomoshya? Ta age bollei partish… Ami shob manage korchi… Khali ami ja boli, ta shune ne…. Tarpor, sheta niye khali ha ha korbi…. Thik ache?”
“Thik ache… Ki korbi tui?”
“Dekh tui… amar shathe aay… Dorjar arale thak… R dekh…” Ei bole buri ebar ranna ghore gelo…
Okhane baba khabar table e boshe, paper porchilo… Edike, Ma niche neme ranna korche… Tokhon buri ashlo… Eshe bollo
“Ma, ki ranna korcho?”
“Eito ma… Dupurer ranna korchi…”
“Aha… Besh besh… Ta, ma tomar shorir e eta ki hoyeche?” bole, mayer komore chorbir daag dekhalo… baba bashay… Tai, ma ektu bhalo kapor chopor porar chance peyeche… Tao, noren da request koreche, oi patla nighty porte… Tai ma otai poreche… Tai bolte gele, shorir purotai dekha jacche… Oi obosthate, buri mayer komorer mangsho dhore tipche… Ta, ma bollo
“Na… Boyosher karone ota hoye geche… Boyosh toh kom holo na…”
“Ki je bolo na tumi… Ma tomar shorir ektu jotno neya dorkar…”
“Jotno r ki kore nebo? Sharadin toh dourer upor thaki…” Buri hashlo… Mone mone bollo “barar upore thakish r ki…” kintu heshe bollo
“Na ma… Tomar shorir e ektu tel lagano dorkar… Tel diye maalish korlei tomar komorer oi daag chole jabe… Ta chara, tomar je komor bhanga khatni khatte hoy, tomar shara shorir er maalish proyojon… Nahole tomar shamne baater betha uthbe…”
“Bolen ki? Eto kharap obostha? Ekhon ki korbo?”
“Prottek din, shara gaye shorishar tel makhale shorir ekkebare thik thakbe…”
“Ta makhabe ke? Suhil er baba, aaj tomar shomoy ache?”
“Suhil er baba ke bolar dorkar ki? Amar chotui toh pare…”
“Chotu pare?”
“Ha… Ki bolo Suhil er baba? Tumi keno koshto korbe? Ghore ekta tagra chele thakte…” Baba etokhon shunchilo… Bollo
“Amie parbo ni?”
“Aha babu… Tumi chuti te bari esheche…. Ektu araam korbe na? Tachara, ektu shokto haat diye kora dorkar… Aste aste korle toh kono labh nei… Amader chotu toh or boudider kore dey… Tara khub araam pay…” Ei kotha shune baba bollo
“Acha, thik ache… Shomoshya nei… Chotu toh bashaye boshe ache… Oke diyei korao…”
“Acha, tahole ranna sheshe oke diye message korabo aaj ami…” bole, ma ranna korte thaklo… R buri chupi chupi heshe chole gelo… Babao apon mone paper porte thaklo… Dupur bela… Baba shute esheche… Eshe dekhe, ma khali petticoat r blouse pore shuye ache… Baba jigesh korlo
“Ki hoyeche Bina? Khali blouse r petticoat pore shuye acho?”
“R bolona… Oi je tel malish er jonno amay Noren er ma ready hote bollo…”
“Ki bolo… Khali petticoat r blouse pore keno?”
“Ami koto bhalo tai na? Noren er ma amay bollo, khali gamcha pore korte… Ami tomar kotha bhebe, petticoat r blouse ta porlam…” Baba ki bolbe bujhe pelo na… Bollo
“Ta, ekhon?”
“Tumi oi chair e giye bosho… Boshe boshe dekho…”
“Ki dekhbo? Ami bhebechilam, ekhon ektu shobo…”
“Aha… Chotu toh ekhon amar gaye maalish kore debe… Tumi giye chair e bosho…” Emon shomoy chotu bari room e dhuke gelo… Bollo
“Memshaheb, ebhabe toh maalish dite parbo na…”
“Keno?”
“Ebhabe toh maalish dite gele tel shob apnar blouse r petticoat e lege jabe…Tokhon toh thik moto maalish korte parbo na…”
“Shomoshya nei… ja parish kor… Tor shaheb abar ebhabe na hole raag korbe…” Chotu r kotha baralo na… Bollo
“Thik ache…” bole ebar she mayer gaye aste aste tel maalish korte laglo… Mayer ordhonogno shorire aste aste kushum gorom shorishar tel lagiye dite laglo… R mao arame chokh bondho kore fello…
R babar shamnei, prothome pithe maalish kore dilo… Er por, ghaar khana kore dilo… Er por, ma ke bollo
“kakima, apnar pith puro ta message korte parbo na…”
“Keno?”
“Oi je blouse er karone toh oi jayga ta aatke ache…”
“Kintu, blouse er upor diye korle hobe na?”
“Na…. Tel gulo shudhu shudhu noshto hobe…”
“Tao, cheshta kore dekh…”
“Acha… Thik ache…” bole, ebar chotu okhane tel lagiye jore jore ghoshte laglo…Tate chotu ek shomoy, emon jore ekta taan dilo, je blouse ta fut kore chire gelo… Ma bollo
“Ei ki hoyeche re?”
“Memsaab, bhule apnar blouse ta chire geche…”
“Ki bolchish tui?”
“ha… Jore dola debar shomoy, pither kache chire geche… bollam, je blouse ta khule nin…”
“Uhu… Amar notun blouse ta… Jai hok, tui chaliye jaa… R ki korar…”
Chotu ebar jototuku baki chilo blouse er, ta taan aro jore dole chire fello… Bollo
“Dorkar nei toh… Emnei chire geche… Etar toh r proyojon nei…”
“Ta thik…” Ebar chotu aste aste mayer sharapith massage kore dilo… R tar shyamaborno pith ta chokh chokh korte thaklo… Ebar chotu, aste aste payer kach theke message shuru korlo… Aste aste mayer paye tel dhele dhele uporer dike agate laglo… baba dur theke shob dekhche…
Prothom, dui payer talu… Er por, duto paa maalish korlo… Er por, mayer raan er kache elo… Chotu jigesha korlo
“Kakima, petticoat ta ektu dhore rakhte hobe…”
“Ami dhore rakhbo ki kore? Ami toh dekhtei pacchi na…”
“Shaheb, ki ektu dhore rakhben tahole?”
“Ami?”
“Ha… ektu ashun….” Tarpor, babar haate petticoat ta diye bollo
“Memshaheb er uruta ber kore din…”
“Ota, petticoat er upor diye korle hoy na?”
“Na… Sahaab… Obhabe toh teeel ta thik moto onaar shorir e lagbe na….”
“Kintu….”
“Aha sahaab… Apni dhore rakhle toh kono shomoshya nei… Dhore din… ami maalish kore dichi…” Ma ebar baba ke jigesha korlo
“Tumi ki bhoy paccho?”
“Na… Na… Ei koro…” bole baba ebar petticoat ta uchiye dhorlo… R chotu maalish korte laglo… Jodio baba praan pone cheshta kore jete laglo, jate mayer pacha ba gud na dekha jay, kintu khub ekta shofol holo na... Pacha, ebong gud er ekta shundor glimpse pete laglo chotu… R aste aste she haat ta upore othate laglo… R babao dhore rakhar cheshta korte thaklo… Aste aste Chotu, mayer pachar kache chole ashlo… R aste aste pacha tipte thaklo… R ete baba badha dite gelo… Chotu bollo
“Shaheb, haat shoriye din na… Thik moto maalish korte parchi na toh… “
“Ogo, kono shomoshya hoyeche?” baba ebar ki bolbe… Bollo
“na… Orokom kichui na… O toh tomar pechoneo message korte chay…”
“Ta, shomoshya ki? O toh maalish e kore dite chaiche…. Toh shomoshya nei toh…”
“Kintu pachay….”
“Aha, o toh message er jonno korche… Korle khoti ki? Tachara, amar pod e onek daag hoyeche… Sheta komate hobe na…”
“Kintu…. Ebhabe….”
“Aha, o toh baccha chele… O egulor kichu bojhe naki? Tumi khamakha bhoy paccho…” baba r ki bolbe? Shundor moto petticoat ta chere dilo… R chotu petticoat er tolay icche moto tel mere message korte laglo… Korte korte jore jore petticoat e taan dite laglo… Bollo
“Shahab, petticoat er karone thik moto maalish dite parchi na… Khule feli?”
“Na… Obhabei ja parish kor tui…”
“Thik ache shahab…” Chotu r kichui bolte parlo na… Tai, ebhabe jore jore petticoat er dorir upor chaap dite thaklo… R ek shomoy, thaap kore dorita chire gelo… R tate, mayer pod khana puro puri prokashito holo… Baba bollo
“Eta ki holo?”
“Shahaab amar ki dosh? Maalish korte korte chire geche… Ami icche kore toh chirini…”
“Kintu…” Ma ebar chotur support e bollo
“Aha…. Tumi oke boka diccho keno? O toh bolei chilo petticoat ta khulte… Tumi na mana korle… Ekhon oke boka diccho keno?”
“Mane… O… Ebhabe…”
“Chotu, tor kichui chinta korar dorkar nei… Tui chup chaap maalish kore ja…” baba chup hoye gelo… R Chotu ebar mone shukhe mayer shorir e tel makhate laglo… Icche moto babar shamnei mayer pacha haatrate thaklo… R aste aste kore, pod er futoy maalish korbar name angul dite thaklo… Baba obaak hoye dekhte thaklo… Kintu ki bolbe, bujhe uthte parena…
Ebar chotu bollo
“Memshaheb, apnar pet r buk toh baaki ache…” Ma ebar baba dike takay… Bole, ekhon na… Thaak… Tui ekhon jaa… Kaal dish… bole, chotu ke room theke ber kore dilo… Ebar ma baba dike, takalo… Chotu ber hotei, ma shorir e jaa chilo… Ta shob fele dilo…. Diye bollo
“Tumi ki raag korecho?”
“Keno raag korbo?” baba na bojhar bhaan kore bole…
“Na… Mone hocche toh tai…”Bole ebar ma hatu gere boshe babar bara chosha shuru korlo… R ete baba r thakte parlo na…
“na… Na… Na…” kore mayer mukh ta shoriye nebar cheshta korlo… Kintu ma ki chare? Etokhon shorir niye dalai malai hobar por, ma r thakte parlo na… Condom ta poriyei baba ke cowgirl e chair er uporei ride kora shuru korlo…. R babao hotobhombo hoye chudte laglo… Etokhon ja dekhche, ja hoyeche, ta niye shob matha betha chole gelo… R shob dhyaan giye porlo, make chodar jonno… Beshikhon laglo na… 20 minute er mathay mayer gud er chaap maal chere dilo baba… Ma ebar baba ke chumu kheye bollo
“kemon laglo go?” Baba r ki bolbe? Bollo
“Daruun…” Ma ebar baba ke shuniye bollo
“Aha… Ei maalish er por, ga haat paye khub araam peyechilam… Tai tomay etokhon ride korte parlam… bhalo legeche?”
Baba maalish niye kichu bolte jacchilo… Kintu ei kotha shune, bollo
“Na… bhalo bhalo… besh bhalo…” Ma ebar babar netiye pora bara niye khelte khelte choto khukider moto kore bollo
“Tahole, ekhon theke chotu daily amay message dibe… Tomar kono apotti nei toh?”
Eto araam pabar por, baba ki r kichu bolte pare… Tar upor, tar bara niye khelte ekhon… Chup chap bollo
“Ha… Obboshoi…” Ma ebar babar gale ekta chumu kheye bollo
“Thank You…” bole, snaan e chole gelo…
Pordin dupure… Baba khawa daya shobe shesh koreche… Upore uthte jabe… Tokhon ma bollo
“Ogo, shuncho… Tumi niche TV dekho… Amar ektu room ta dorkar...”
“Keno?”
“Chotu ekhon amay message dibe… Tumi niche boshe TV dekho… Amar message shesh holei tomay daakchi…”
“Kintu… Ami thakle shomoshya ki?”
“Aha… Tomar shamne cheleta bhoy pay… Bhabe tumi bodhoy raag korcho or upor…”
“Na… Raag korbo keno?”
“Ha… Ami oke otai bujhalam…. Kintu, o tao bhoy pacche… Bolche, tomar shamne she maalish korte parbe na… “
“Kintu…”
“Amio tai bollam, kintu tor shaheb toh thakte chaay… Tokhon o bollo je o tahole r message korbe na… Ekhon ki korbo bolo? Choto maanush toh… Obhabe bokao daoya jay na… Tumi nichei thako… Ami message ta shesh kore nei… Tarpor…” bole, ma ebar babar dike chokh tiplo… Baba r ki bolbe, chup chaap heshe ebar niche TV dekhte boshlo… R ma upore uthe gelo… Kichukhon por, baba ke daak dilo…
“Ogo shuncho… Chotu ke ektu daak diye dao toh…”
Baba upore takiye ja dekhlo, tate tar chokh boro boro hoye gelo… Khali ekta gamcha shara gaye joriye rekhe dariye ache… Ta chara, shorire ache shudhu mongolshutro, r shakha shidur… Eta baade r kichui nei…
Baba bollo
“Tomar ei obostha keno?”
“Chotur kach theke message nibo r ki…”
“Tai bole ei bhabe?”
“Gotokaal amar shari r petticoat dutoi chireche… Aaj ki arekhana chirbo naki?”
“Kintu tai bole ebhabe?”
“CHotu thik e boleche… Tumi bodhoy chao na ami maalish korai…”
“Na… Orokom kichui na… Mane ami bolchilam…”
“Tomar jodi kono shomoshya thake, tahole directly bolo…”
“Na… Mane, amar kono shomoshya nei, jodi tumi maalish korao…”
“Tahole, eto raag korcho keno? Chotu ke daak dao toh…”
Chotu kachei dariye chilo… Bollo
“Memsaheb, kichu lagbe?”
“Ha… Tui upore aay… Maalish korbina?”
“ha… Kintu shahaab?”
“Tor shaheb kichui bolbe na… Thik na bolo?” Baba aamta aamta kore bollo
“Na… kono shomoshya nei…” Chotu ke r pay ke? She dhaap dhaap kore upore chole jay… Upore jetei ma take tene ghorer bhetore dhukay… R dorja aatke dey… Baba r ki bolbe? Chup chaap TV dekhte thake… TV er dike takiye ache, kintu mathay chinta upore ki hocche… Khub koshto kore, adha ghonta dekhlo TV… Tar por, r tar tor shoiche na… She chup chap upore gelo… Giye dorja kholar cheshta korlo… Dekhe dorja locked… Bollo
“Ogo… Tomar ki message hoy ni?”
“Na… Arektu… Tumi ektu niche bosho… Shesh holei tomay daakchi…”
“Kintu…”
“Kono shomoshya?”
“Na… mane…”
“Shomoshya na thakle niche bosho… Amake disturb korona… Maalish shesh holei tomay daakchi go…” baba r ki korbe, baddho hoyei niche neme gelo… niche neme abar TV dekha shuru korlo… Dekhte dekhte tar hotaat kaane elo…
“Dhuup Dhaap Dhuup Dhaap….” Baba kheyal korlo, awaaj ta upor theke ashche.... Abaro baba upore uthe dorjay knock korlo… Ma ebar bollo
“Ke?”
“Ami…”
“Bologo… “
“Kisher ayaaj hocche?”
“Oi Chotu ektu lafiye lafiye maalish korche toh… Tai, ei obostha…”
“Kono shomoshya nei toh?”
“na… Tumi niche giye bosho… Tumi cheleta ke shudhu shudhu bhoy dekhaccho… Niche neme bosho… Maalish shesh hole tomay daakchi…”
Baba abaro nirupay hoye niche neme gelo… Ebhabe dhupp dhaap aro adha ghonta chollo… Baba totokhon khub koshte TV er ekta show dekhlo… Hotat dhupp dhapp bondho hole, baba dekh Chotu gheme teme shara gaye tel… niche naamche… Baba kichu bolar agei chotu bole
“Memsaab apnake daakche… Taratari upore jaan…”
“Acha…” bole, baba upore chole gelo… Giye dekhe, bichanay ma shuye ache… shara gaye tel… Shara gaa nogno… Baba bollo
“Eta ki hocche?” Baba ke bolte debar agei, ma baba ke kache tene ene babar bara chosha shuru korlo… r babao kichu bolte parlo na… Chup chaap chosha khete laglo… Abaro ager din er moto baba ke diye chodalo ma… kintu aaj shudhu pode… bollo
“Tel malish er karone okhane khub betha korche…”
Baba r ki korbe? Maal dhallo condom e… Tarpor, sheshe mayer pacha niye khelte laglo… Tokhon dekhe, gud theke gol gol kore khanik ta maal porlo… baba bollo
“Ogo bina… Eta ki?”
“Oh kicchu na…”
“Tomar guder moddhe maal?”
“Koi? Nato…”
“Ei je… Baba kichuta haate niye bollo…
“Oh… Ota Suhil mone hoy gotoraate dhelechilo…”
“Kokhon? Tumi na raat e amar shathe ghumale?”
“Oi bhor rate o eshe or room e niye giye amay lagalo khanik khon… Tarpor, maal dheleche pachay…”
“Tahole gude maal thaklo ki kore?”
“Oi gud chudte chudte bollam, pachay dhalte… Pachay nite nite hoyto du ek fota gud e poreche…”
“Oh… Acha… KIntu ebhabe maal dhalle jodi abar baccha hoye jay?”
“Dosh taki or? Tumi oke permission diyecho chodar… Tai o chudche…”
“Kintu oke toh bolechi condom pore lagate… Tumi toh ekhon r pill khete paro na…”
“Amio tai bollam… Bollam tumi condom pore korte bolecho… O bollo, na ami condom charai kori… Pachay maal felbo…”
“Tarpor?”
“Bollo, ma tomar pacha eto tight, tomar gud ta ektu chude nei… Tarpor, pachay maal felbo…”
“Tarpor?”
“Ami r ki bolbo? Ami chup chap paa faak kore dilam, r tomar chele jhot pot amar gud e bara guje choda shuru korlo… Chudte chudtei gud theke ber kore pachay bhore dilo… Mone hoy, oi shomoy gudeo olpo poreche…”
“Thik ache… Next time theke bolbe je condom pore korte…”
“Ta, ekhon tomar eto dorod keno? Ghoreri toh chele… o ektu dushtumi korbe na toh ke korbe?”
“Already she tomar pet fuliyeche dubar… Ami shami hoye matro ekbar fuliyeche…”
“Aha… Dosh ki or bolo? Prothom bar dudh khete cheyeche… Tumi bari chile na… Tai, o nije nije shob bebostha koreche…”
“R tumie dite dile?”
“Ami ki korbo? Tumi oke chodar permission diyecho… R shedin o amay chaade niye bristir moddhe chudche… R boleche, amar dudh khabe… Ami tokhon bollam, sheta toh tui khaashi… R ki shomoshya… Tokhon she shottikar dudh khabe bollo… Ami tokhon ki bolbo? Bollam je shotti karer dudh toh baccha holei shudhu ashe… Tokhon she bollo, ekta baccha jonmo dite… Ami toh tokhon thamanor cheshta korlam… Bollam, ei boyoshe… Tokhon o bollo, she tomake manage kore felbe...”
“R tumi mene nile?”
“Ami manbo r ki? O er por, icche moto chudeche, amay sharadin raat… Amay bichana thekei uthte deyni…”
“Hmm… Ar ditiyo baar?”
“Ditiyo baarer ta toh tomake chomok debar jonno chilo... Amader biyer anniversary gift…”
“Ja chomok ta diyeche…”
“Bhaloi toh diyeche… Tomar bou er mai te abar dudh anbar bebostha koreche, tomar kotha chinta kore… Or ki dosh bolo…”
“Ha… Shob dosh e amar… Ta, ektu mone kore oshudh khele hoto na?”
“Oshudh kine debar dayitto ki amar? Naki tomar cheler? Ora kaaj hocche, mayer dudh chushe mayer gude bara guje maal felo… R tomar dayitto dekha jate, tomar bou er pet na fole…”
“Ami toh baritei chilam na… Ami ki kore dekhbo?”
“Aha… Tumi oder bolte parle na?”
“Suhil ke toh bole labh nei… O toh dudh khabar talei ache… R Noren ke ki kore bolbo? Tumi bari nei, r amar pills lagche… O shondeho korbe na? Ta chara, tumi esheo toh pills kine dile na…”
“Ami eshe shunechi, tumi pregnant… Ami r ki bolbo?”
“Tokhono puro puri sure hoyni keo… Tai, tokhono chude chude icche moto maal dheleche ora…”
“Ora mane?” Ma ebar heshe bole
“Ora mane tomra rki… Suhil r Tumi…”
“Ami? Tahole ki Subir ki…”
“Na… Suhil toh tomar maal amar gude dhuktei dey ni… Mone nei, tomake diye khali pod chodato amar?”
“Ki bolo tumi?”
“Ha… Jate tumi amar pet badhato na paro, r oi pare, ei jonnoi to oi bebostha niyechilo…”
“Acha baad dao…Ta aaj ebhabe nogno hoye maalish korachile?”
“Ki korbo bolo? Nogno na hoye korle toh shorir e tel ta lagena…. Keno? Maalish ta ki kharap hoyeche?”
“na… Hoyni… besh hoyeche…kintu ebhabe or shamne?”
“Aha, oto barir e chele… Ta chara, choto manush… Ekhono temon kichui bojhe na… Keno, tomar kono shomoshya?”
“na…” baba r kono kotha barate jeno na pare, ei jonno ma ebar babar barata haate niye khelte thaklo… Tarpor bollo
“Tumi ki pechaal partei thakbe, naki…”
Baba ebar shob bhule giye chudte jabe… Bara ta haatre ebar mayer gud er kache ante gelo… ma bollo
“Ei ki korcho?”
“Keno?”
“Condom chara ebhabe?”
“Kintu Suhil…”
“Suhil ki hoy?”
“Tomar chele…”
“Tumi ki?”
“Tomar bor…”
“Suhil toh chele manush… Bujh gyaan kom… Or eshob manay… R tumi buro manush hoye jodi eto reckless hou… jodi kichu hoye jay?”
“Hole hobe… After all, ami toh tomar shami…”
“Hole onnorai toh dite pare...”
“Onnora mane?”
“na, kichu na… Tumi amar shami bolei toh condom pore, safely sex korbe…”
“Tahole toh nich theke amar money bag theke condom ta ante hoy…”
“Taratari niye asho…”
Baba edike doure niche giye condom ene tarpor chudte gelo… Ma ke bollo ride korte…
“na… aaj r ride korte parbo na… message er karone paye betha... tumi borong missionary te asho… Joldi condom ta pore nao…”
Baba r ki korbe? Baddho cheler moto condom ta pore, make enter korlo… Eki gud, jekhane kichukhon agei, barir tagra joyaan kaajerchele maal fele geche… Ebhabe baba kichukhon chodar porei maal condom e out kore dilo… Diye porisranto hoye side e shuye porlo… Ma ebar uthe porlo… Chul badhlo… Bedhe bollo
“Ami shower nite gelam… Shara gaye tel… Tumi ghumao… Ami gelam…” Tarpor, abar bhetore jabar age
“Mone kore kintu ekta emergency pill niye esho kintu…”
“Acha… Ber hobar shomoy mone koriye diyo…”
“Thik ache…”
Edike, kichukhon por, Chotu niche apon mone boshe TV dekhche… Khub utfullo mone hocche… Ta, buri eshe ebar jigesha korlo Chotu ke
“Kire, tui aaj eto khushi keno re?”
“R ki bolbo ma? Khushi hobo na keno bol? Onek din er shaadh miteche…”
“Ki miteche, bol shuni…”
“Jao… Lojja lagche…”
“Shob bebostha kore dilam ami, r ekhon amar shamnei lojja?”
“Na mane…”
“Bhonita baad diye bolbi, naki chole jabo?”
“Acha… Shon tahole…” bole Chotu shuru korlo…
“Gotodin toh shaheb chilo… Tai, khub ekta shubidha korte parini… Memsaab shudhu dudh pith r pod er futoy haat dite diyeche… R ta chara, shaheb er shamne khub ekta shubidhe korteo parini….
Aaj… Bhebechilam, abaro eki jinish hobe… Khali hoyto, abar memshaheb er bishaal chuchi duto abaro tipte parbo… Kintu bhogobaan megh na chaitei jol dilo… Boshe achi, hotat dekhi, memshaheb shudhu ekta gamcha pore dariye ache… R shaheb er shathe torko korche… Jei amay dekhlo, tokhoni mem amay upore niye ashalo… Ami bhaablaam, aajo mone hoy shaheb amar pechon pechon ashbe… Kintu tar agei, memshaheb take bollo, giye TV dekhte… Shesh porjonto memshaheb ke eka pelam… Aah… Kintu shanti… Buk theke mone holo ekta bojha nemeche… Memshaheb dhukei age shuye porlo bichanay r amay bollo, dorja bondho kore dite…
Ami dorja ta bhejalam, r memshaheb bollo… Obhabe keno? Puro bondho kore lock kore diye aay…
Ami baddho cheler moto tai kore dorja lock korlam… Lock kore memshaheb er kache ashlam… Aaj, memsaheb upor dike fire sheyeche… memshaheb er oi gamcha, khub koshte bishal dudh jora ke theshe rekhche… Toh ami abaro haaate tel lagalam… Lagiye jigesha korlam, ebar kothay memshaheb?
Kaal jekhane baki chilo, shegulo diye age shuru kor… bole, ebar amay dud her dike ishara korlo… Ami ki korbo, bollam memshaheb, gamchar upor diye toh r maalish kora jabe na… Memshaheb ebar chokh tipe bollo
Aha, tor eto proshno jigesha korte hoy keno re? Amar shorir e maalish debar jonno, tor ja ja kora lagbe, ta ta korbi… ami tokhon bollam kintu jodi shaheb jene fele…. Memshaheb ebar muchki heshe bollo aha, oi jonnoi toh toke eka eka ekhane aniye nilam… tor shaheb r toke disturb korbe na… tui moner shukhe maalish kor… Amake r pay ke? Ami shundor kore ebar gamcha ta shoriye memshaheb er bishal bishal chuchi jora ber korlam… ber kore aste aste khelte laglam… Uff… Ma, toke ki bolbo? Eto bishal bishal mai jora ami baaper jonme dekhechi bole mone pore na… R ki norom tul tule mai… tipe je ki araam… tar upor tel diye maalish korte korte bota jokhon dariye gelo, oi bishal bishal mai jorar… aha… ki je moja… ami mai jora tipe, ebar aste aste pet ta maalish korlam… Nabhir dike ki shundor chorbi ma… Mone hoy je tokhon chire kheye feli… Khali shaheb bari tai kichui korte parchilam, dalai malai kora chara… Ta, pet r dudh bhalo motoi tipe tipe moja niyechi… Bollam
Memsaheb, hoye geche… Memshaheb jeno akaash theke porlo… Ki bolish ki? Eto taratari? Ta chara, ashole jaygay toh dish ni… Koi memshaheb ami jigesha korlam….
Aha, pet er niche… muchki heshe memshaheb bollo… Ami toh prothome obaak holam… Tobe mone mone khub khushi… Ebar tel niye aste aste dui urute tel lagate laglam… Ta, lagate lagate, pa obodhi maalish shesh korlam… Ebar memshaheb ke bollam, ebar ghurum… pechonta kori… Memshaheb bole,
Koi tui toh ashol jaygay maalish korli na… ami aro obaak holam… chenali magi bole ki… Ami tel nite gelam… Tokhon memshaheb bollo
Aha, okhane tel er proyojon nei… emnie bhije… Ami aste aste kore ebar angul diye dilam… Ore ki gorom gud khana… Puro roshe toi tumbur… Ami aste aste angul shope dilam, oi roshe bheja guhay… Memshaheb araam e chokh bondho kore bollo ei toh… okhane bhalo kore message kor… Ami aste aste angul ta bhore dilam, memshaheb er gude… Ebong angul bhore uthlo roshe… Memshaheb tokhon chorom arame… bole
Tor oi angul diye toh thik moto maalish hocche na re… Arektu lomba kichu dorkar… Ami memshaheb er kahini bujhe felechi totokhone… Bollam amar angul er theke lomba r ki ache? Ashe pashe toh kathi kichui dekhchi na… memshaheb muchki heshe bole, shedin jeta amar mukhe purli, shetai diye cheshta kore dekh… Amay ar pay ke… Ami bara ber kore ready… Memshaheb bollo
Dara, tor toh protection lagbe… Nahole tor shaheb abar raag korbe… Khali porpurush er baccha nicchi ami… Side table er drawer ta khullo… Khule bollo Ish condom toh shob shesh hoye geche… Ami bollam, ekhon ki kora jay?
Memshaheb bolllo… Acha thik ache… Ek shorte condom chara chudte debo….
Ki?
Maal shudhu amar mukhe othoba pod e felbi… Gud e fela jabe na…
Acha.. Thik ache memsaab…
Tahole ebar dhukiye de tor memshaheb er gude…
Amaro tokhon r tor shoy na… Thopash kore bara dhukiye dilam… Eto boro bara, kintu ki shundor fitting hoye gelo, memshaheb er gude… R ami missionary te thapate laglam… Dui minute por, memshaheb bollo,
Tor mone hocche prothom bar… Ami bebostha korchi…. Bole, ebar shuiye diye, amar dhon er upor chora shuru korlo… Ritimoto lafate shuru korlo… R thopash thopash awaj hote laglo… Khaat shuddho lafate thaklo…
Emon shomoy dorjay toka porlo… Ami toh shune shei bhoy pelam…. Aaj mone hoy shaheb amay kacha khele felbe… Memshaheb edike, kono bhrukhep nei… AMar mukh chepe dhore bollo
Ke? Shaheb bollo Ami…Memshaheb bollo Bologo…
Shaheb jigesha korlo tokhon, Kisher ayaaj hocche?
Oi Chotu ektu lafiye lafiye maalish korche toh… Tai, ei obostha…
Kono shomoshya nei toh?
na… Tumi niche giye bosho… Tumi cheleta ke shudhu shudhu bhoy dekhaccho… Niche neme bosho… Maalish shesh hole tomay daakchi…
Magita bor er shathe kotha bolche, dorjar bhetore theke… kintu ekbaro choda thamalo na.. Amake chorei jete laglo… Ek dike bhoy, onno dike romancho… R prothom choda…. Tao, eto jhanu maagir kache…. Ami r thakte parlam na… Gol gol kore maal fele dilam memshaheb er gorom bacchadanite… Memshaheb muchki hashlo…. Bollo
Maal dhele diyechish tui amar gud? Eta ki thik korli? Ami bollam, amar ki dosh? Ami thamanor cheshta korchilam… Apni mukh chepe dhoreche… Oi dike, shaheb…
Tahole toh toke dosh deoya jay na… Acha, ja… Jehetu felei diyechish… R chinta kore labh nei… Ami bhoye bhoye bollam
Jodi kichu hoye jay? Memshaheb bole, o niye tor kichui chinta korte hobe na… Kichu hole dekha jabe…Tui khali shuye shuye moja ne… Bole, abaro amake chora shuru kore…
Dhapadhaap adha ghonta ebhabe amar barar upor lafalo… Ekbar maal feleo choda dite dite memshaheb er dudh olpo paan korei besh energy peye gechi… R tate, maal felteo khub ekta koshto holo na… Gol gol kore ebar memsaab er pod e dhukiye maal fellam…
“Ebar thik hoyeche… Ekdom bhodro cheler moto kaam korechi…
Apnio dudhial magir moto kaaj korechen… Kintu bhetore je maal fellam…
Shomoshya ki?
Jodi baccha hoye jay?
Bacchar baap hote ki bhoy lage?
Apni na bollen, kichu hole dekha jabe…
Ja dushtu… Tor chinta korte hobe na… Tui giye tor shaheb ke deke niye aay… O mone hoy eto khone oshtir hoye geche…
Kintu shaheb jodi bujhe fele?
Tor dada raater bela amay tor shaheb er kach theke churi kore niye shara raat chade thapiye bhor bela ferot diye jaoyar poro tor shaheb bujhe na, ekhon bujhbe ki kore? Heshe ebar memsaheb amake ber kore dey…
Amio nijer mone, jama kapor pore, niche neme jai… Giye shaheb ke deke niye ashi…”
“Baah baah… bhaloi korechish toh tui… Tui toh ekbarei century mere dili re mairi…”
“Ma… Tui khali dekh… Khela toh shobe shuru… Aro koto baki…”
Du din porer ghotona… Baba onek din chuti baki chilo… Tai, take office theke chuti nite baddhyo koreche… Ta chara, last road trip ta boddo beshi lomba chilo… Tate, babar shorir e onek chaap feleche… EI jonno, babar ektu rest dorkar….
Ta, eta babar jonno bhalo khobor holeo, tar adorsho bou ar tar dui onugoto bhatarer jonno moteo bhalo shongbaad na… Ekhon baba ghumay derite… R tai, Make raat bhor chokhe chokhei rakhe…
Tai, Noren r Chotu kono bhai e, make lagate parche na… Mayer obbosho matha betha nei… Tar shami bari ashle she shudhu shamir barar uporei lafanor kotha tar… Kintu, ta shotteo ektu okhushi… Tar bacchar kaka esheche… Take ma “shomoy” dite parche na… Ta, Choturo edike tor shoiche na… Maalish korte giye ek bar konomote lagate pare she… Kintu ekebare aste aste… Icche moto r chudte parena… Tai, chinta korche, ki kore notun fondi ata jay, jate Ma ke she kache pete pare...
She beriyechilo ghurte… Tokhoni, tar shamne elakar doctor shaheb er shathe dekha holo… Elakar doctor er khub ekta poshar nei… Tai, tar khub ekta rugi nei… Ei jonno, she rogir dhanday sharadin ghure beray… Jodi tar kothao daak pore jay… Edike, take dekhe Chotur mathay ekta buddhi khele gelo… She giye doctorbabu ke bollo
“Kaku, besto naki?” Doctorbabu ebar ektu bestotar bhaan kore…
“Oi ek patient ke dhekte jacchilum… Ta bolo he…”
“na, tahole porei kotha hobe…” Ebar doctor ektu norom hoye bollo
“Aha, boloi na baba… Kisher chikistsha dorkar…”
“Amar ashole chitikshar dorkar nei… Dorkar amar barir shaheb er…”
“Ta tar ki hoyeche bolo shuni…”
“Tar ekta lomba chuti katabar dorkar… Kolkatar baire kothao…”
“Ta, sheta tumie take bolo… Ami ki kore bolbo?”
“Ami toh r doctor na, je amar kotha shunbe… Kintu apni elakar doctor… Apni bolle nishchoi felte parbe na…”
“R tate amar labh?”
“Amader bari jabar visit toh pacchen…”
“Kintu tomar ei idea ami take bolte jaboi ba keno?”
“Karon, oi visit charao aro kichu apnar pocket e porbe…”
“Amar pocket e?” Doctor er chokh chok chok korte laglo…
“Ha... Ekhon, apni kokhon ashben tahole?”
“Ei toh shiggiri ashchi tahole… Kintu barite daak poreni… Tar agei eshe jodi boli…”
“Shetar bebostao ami korchi… Apni thik aaj shondhya shaattay amader bari te chole ashben… Amader bari hocche oi tin tola nil ronger building ta…”
“Acha, ami chole ashboni… Apnar paona ta ready rekho kintu baba…”
“Obboshoi…” bole, ebar Chotu bari fire ashlo… Fire eshe dekhe, ma eka eka ranna korche… R baba geche snaan korte… Eshei ma er bishal bishal pahar shomaan pachar shamne hatugere boshlo… Mayer porone patla maxir tolay ebar matha dhukiye nodhor pod er futoy chatte laglo….
“Bari bhorti lok jon er shamne eta tumi ki korcho? R tumi na snaan korte gele?”
“Ami memshaheb apnar pacha khaoya banda…”
“Chotu… Eta thik hocche na… Char ekhoni bolchi… Tor shaheb upore geche snaan korte…”
“Tahole toh bhalo… Ektu moja korte parbo apnar shathe…”
“Na… tor shaheb je kono shomoy neme jabe… Tar snaan korte du tin minute lage…” Edike, she mayer pachar bhetor jibbha dhukiye chatte laglo… Bollo…
“Tahole ek shorte memshaheb apnake charte pari…”
“Ki shuni?”
“Shondhay ami doctor babu ke ashte bolechi… Shaheb ke dekhbar jonno… Apni bolben, apni doctor ke dekechen…”
“Keno?”
“Sheta niye apnar chinta korte hobe na… Apni khali shaheb ke raji koraben doctor er shathe dekha korbar jonno… Thik ache?”
“Acha, thik ache… Tui ebar abar ki fondi korchish?”
“Sheta kichudin porei bujhben memshaheb…” Edike, shirite payer shobdo peye ma ke chere dilo Chotu… R tokhoni baba dhuklo kitchen e… Dekhe, Chotu ek konay chupchap boshe ruti khacche… R tar savi savitri bou ranna korche... Ekhono je barir chakorer jibbar lalay je tar bou er pod er futo bhije ache, sheta r bujhte parlo na baba… Bollo
“Ki ranna korcho Bina?”
“Ei tomar jonno chingrir malaikari…”
“Tahole toh khub bhalo…”
“Ogo, shuno ekta kotha chilo…”
“Ki?”
“Tumi eto long ekta trip theke firle… Tomar nishchoi onek boro dhokol geche… Tai, tomar checkup er jonno parar doctor babu ke dekechi…”
“Ota korar ki proyojon chilo?” Ma ebar chotur dike takalo… Chotu muchki heshe, jib ber kore chatar bhaab korlam… Ma ebar shiure uthe bollo
“Na, shuno… Tumi na korte parbe na… Tomar boyosh hoyeche… Tomar shorir er jotno dorkar… Tomay aaj doctor babu dekhben… Tumi na korte parbe na…”
“Acha thik ache bina…”
“Ekhon tumi chupti kore bosho… Ami tomar bhaat bere dicchi…” bole, ebar ma baba ke khabar dite thaklo… R chotu hashte hashte beriye gelo ranna ghor theke… Tar plan er prothom bhaag complete… Ebar doctor ashle bakita kora jabe…
Shondhya shaatta… Doctorbabu pressure mapar jontro niye baba pressure mapte laglo… Erpor, babar blood sugar level check korlo… Kore bollo
“Hay shobbonash… Apnar toh sugar level r pressure dutoi low…”
“Ki bolen doctorbabu… Amar toh nijeke shuthoi mone hocche…”
“Shushtho mone hote pare… Kintu bhetore bhetore toh apnar oshukh legei ache… Apnar toh ekhoni kichu korar dorkar…”
“Tahole, oshudh diye jaan…. Kheye niche…”
“Apnar oshudh khele thik hobe na… Beram aro barte pare…”
“Tahole?”
“Apnar kolkatar baire kothao jaoya dorkar…”
“kolkatar baire keno?”
“kolkatar hawa khub dushito… Apnar fresh hawa khaoya dorkar…”
“Tahole, ek din er jonno darjeling ghure ashi…”
Doctor ebar chotur dike takalo… Chotu matha narlo… Darjeling kolkatar kache… Du tin diner moddhei fire ashbe shaheb… Tai, aro lomba tour dorkar… Doctor ebar chotur signal bujhe bollo
“Na… Ekhon shit e aro shorir kharap korbe apnar… Apni borong Kolkata theke ektu dure jaan…”
“Kolkata theke dure keno?”
“Puro west Bengal er weather ek rokom…. Apnar indiar onno prante jaya dorkar…”
“Koi?”
“Apni goa jaan…”
“Goa? She toh onek duur…”
“Dur bolei toh bhalo… Goa te jaan… Ek shoptaho ghure ashun…” ebar chotur dike takalo doctor… Chotu aro shomoy barabar signal dilo… Doctor bollo
“Thuri… ek mash er jonno jawa dorkar apnar…”
“Ek masher jonno?”
“Ha… Ek mash bisram korlei shob thik hoye jabe…”
“Kintu eto din office theke…” Ma ebar bollo
“Dekho, tomar shorir age… Office e toh tomar emnie onek chuti paona ache… Tumi jao… Ghure asho goa theke…”
“Tao thik… Tahole toh bhalo… Tahole Suhil ke bole dao, 3 ta full seat r 2 half seat er bebostha korte…”
“Keno?”
“Tomrao jabe na amar shathe? Ami puro family niye ghure ashlam…”
“Shotti? Amrao goa jabo?” Ma bollo… Chotur ebar bari laglo mathay… Fondi aatlo, ki kore shaheb ke bari theke ber kora jay mash khanek er jonno… R ulto shaheb memshahebkei niye jacche shathe…. Chotu ebar bollo
“Shaheb, amadero niye cholun na… Ami kokhono shomudro dekhini chokkhe…”
“Kintu…”
“Okhane gele, apnader sheba jotno korbe ke? Ta chara, babu der dekhbhaal korbaro toh manush lagbe…”
“Ta, thik…”
“Tahole, amrao jai na…”
Baba kichu bolar agei, chotu pechon diye ma ke chimti katlo… Ma ebar bollo
“Niye cholo na becharader… Oder ma toh kalkei chole jacche… Chotu r Noren amader shathe jaak na… Ta chara, oder eka bari fele jete kemon lagbe…R okhane amar message kore dibe ke?” Ebar babar kaaner kache eshe bollo
“Ta, chara, oder dujon ke eka bari fele jabo… Jodi kichu churi ba hariye jay?”
Baba ebar bollo “Tao…” Ebar Chotu doctor ke ishara korlo… Doctor bollo
“Oder ke shathei niye jan babu… Apnar toh okhane giye rest korte hobe… Shokal shokal ghumer oshudh kheye ghumote hobe… Orai baki shob kichu shamlabe… Apnar upor kono pressure porbe na…”
“Tahole, thik ache… Orao jabe shathe…” Chotu ebar khushi hoye gelo… Ek dhile dui pakhi marlo… Notun kothao ghorao hobe, abar chance e memshaheb keo chodar chance pabe ebar…
Erpor, doctor bollo
“Ami tahole ebar jabo…” Chotur dike takiye
“Amar payment ta…”
Ma bollo
“Ami niye ashchi…” bole, Chotu Doctor r Ma baire ashlo… Ma 200 taka visit dilo doctor babu ke… Doctor bollo
“Eta ki Chotu? Amar na aro kichu paona chilo?”
Chotu haslo… Bollo
“Memshaheb… Apni ektu amar shathe ei chipay ashun toh…” Ma ektu obaak holo… Hoye gelo… Chotu bollo
“Doctor shaheb… Apni okhane dariye keno? Ashun amader shathe…” doctor ebar pechon pechon gelo… Chotu ebar ondhokaar chipay giye maxir botaam gulo khule dilo… R prokaash pelo bishal dudher khaaj… Chotu ebar bollo
“Doctorbabu… Konta diye payment korle apnar shubidha hoy? Daan diker ta diye, naki baam?”
Doctor jonome eto boro dudh dekheche bole mone hoy na… Tar chokh bishforito…
“Konta daan…Naki baam?”
Ma ebar bollo
“Aha… Dudh toh dudhi… Daan r baam diye ki hobe? Doctorbabu, khaben? Naki bari ferot jabo? Amar bor nahole abar shondeho korbe…” Doctor mone hoy etokhone hush firlo… Bollo
“Ekta pelei hoy…”
“Tahole, ami daan diker ta khai, r apni baam…” bole, chotu ekta ekta kore bishal dudher factory ber kore, ekta doctor ke chushte dilo… R arekta nije chushlo…
EKhono, olpo sholpo dudh ber hoy… Doctor shei olpo dudhi et bhore khelo… Chotuo araam kore khelo… Doctor bollo
“Baah… Ei boyoshe dudh… Kono oshudh?”
“Oshudh na… Ekebare normal ponthay…”
“Kintu, tahole dudh eto kome geche…”
“Hoye geche na 1.5 bochor baccha nebar…”
“Doctor, kono oshudh nei dudh barabar?”
“Ache… Kintu, ota thik moto kaaj kore na…”
“Tahole ki kore dudh barano jay?”
“Dudh barabar ektai upay… Tomar shaheb ke bolo, 1.5 bochor ager moto abar tomar memshaheb ke ma banate…”
Ma haslo… Bollo
“Doctor babu... Apnio na… Ei choto cheleke ki shob buddhi dicchen…”
“Na… Shaheb ke bolle toh arekta baccha nishchoi dibe… Tahole, amra ektu pet bhore dudh khete pari… Puro elakai parbe dudh khete…”
“Bachadhon, shaheb ke bole labh nei… Shahebke toh ar pet badhabar shujogi daoya hoy na... Jodi kichu korte hoy, tobe toderi korte hobe...”
“Tahole, ei tagra joyaan ke diyei kaaj chaliye nan… Or toh mana nei…”
“Dekhi…” bole ebar ma dudh duto maxir bhetore dhukiye bhetore chole gelo…
Porer din shokale… Amra, Dum Dum theke goa te pouche gechi… Baba chaichilo, noren r chotu baade amra shobai plane e jai, r chotu r noren train e ashuk, kintu chotur khochate ma pirapiri koreche babar shathe, r tai, amader shathei noren r chotu chole esheche plane e kore…
Ta, airport theke checkout korte korte amader dupur hoye gelo… Ta, giye dekhi, bhalo bhalo hotel gulote agei shob booked… So, amra beach er pashei, ekta shosta hotel e uthlam…. Hotel e duto room nilam… Ekta VIP double bed nilam jar pashe arekta bed ache sheta amader tin joner jonno r bacchader jonno… Plan emon jeno, baba ma r baccha duto oi bed e ghumote pare, r ami pasher tay ghumate pari…. R Chotu r Noren er jonno alada ekta norlam double bed er room nilam…
Er por, amra ber holam baire… Ber hoyei directly beach e… Beach ta ek kothay oshadharon! Amra shobai taratari beach e neme gelam. Ta amra tin jon nahoy age shomudro dorshon korechi, noren r chotu kokhono shochokkhe shomudro dekheni… Tara, ta dekhe puroi obaak… Aro obaak kora kando, beach e kichu bideshinio ghurche… Tader pora poshaak niye nai boli… Ta, baccha dujoni doure joler kache chole geche… Pechone pechone ami r Noren chole gechi… Edike, Ma baba dariye dariye shei oporup drissho dekhche… Edike, tader pashe dariye Chotu… Ma bollo
“Ki holo, tui jabi na oder shathe jole namar jonne?”
“Na go memsaab… Amar bhoy korche…”
“Ki bolish Chotu? Tor abar shomudre bhoy keno?”
“Age, emon kothao ashi ni…. Tai, kemon jani lagche…”
“Aha… Tui ja, jole giye naam… Naamlei bujhbi, kemon moja…”
“Na, memsaab… Ami eka jabo na… Gele, apnar shathe jabo…”
“Ki je bolish… Ami ebhabe…”
“Aha, memsaab… Amar darr korche… Ami eka eka jabo na… Apni shathe cholun na…”
“Acha, chol… Amio nami toder shathe…” Bole, ebar ma chotur haat dhore rouna dilo.. Edike, babao piche piche ashte laglo… Ma bollo
“Tumi kothay jaccho?”
“Keno, tomader shathe jole…”
“Doctor tomay ki boleche, mone ache?”
“Ki?”
“Ekebare rest e thakte… R tumi ki korcho… Baccha cheleder shathe jole naam taal korcho?”
“Kintu…”
“Kono kintu noy… Chup chaap oi chair e giye bosho… R ami giye ghure ashchi oder shathe…”
“Kintu tahole tomar keno jabar dorkar?”
“Dekho, bhogobaaner kripay shesh porjonto goa eshechi… R eshe tomar shathe boshe boshe ki shomudro dekhbo? Shomudrer jole naambo na…” Eta boltei boltei ma jole e komor jol porjonto neme geche, Chotur shathe… R Chotur she ki khushi… Bhoyer kono chinhoi nei… Ma aste aste bollo
“Tor toh dekhi, bhoy shob chole gelo…”
“Jabe na… Apni amar shathe nemechen jole… Bhoy thakbe ki kore?”
“Char dushtu kothakar… Tor shaheb ke eka fele, ebhabe amay jole niye eshechish… Tor lojja korena?”
“Lojja korbe keno?”
“Goa te ki meye cheler obhaab poreche naki? Amay tene niye eshechish?”
“Meye cheler obhaab poreni… Kintu apnar moto kora maal kota ache bolun toh? Apnake chiniye anbo na toh, kake anbo?”
“Tai, bole, ebhabe?”
“Na toh ki? Raat e toh shaheb er kachei thakben… Ekhonkar jonno ektu ami moja luti…”
“Ki moja lutbi re tui?”
“Shedin jebhabe maalish er majhe moja lutechi, thik temoni moja lutbo…”
“O tai? Ta kothay korbi shuni?”
“Keno? Ei onabil shomudrer majhei…”
“Na… Na… Pare, tor shaheb boshe ache dekh…”
“Tate hoyeche ta ki?”
“Acha… Shon… Jaa, aaj rate, tor shaheb ghumiye porle, ami toke moja debo…”
“Baah… Shotti?”
“Ha…”
“Tahole toh besh moja hoy…”
“Ebar chaar bolchi…” Chotu ebar hashlo… Bollo
“Ta, raater ta rate… Ekhon apnake charbo keno?” bole, aro gobhir jole tene niye gelo… R mao beshi badha dite parlo na… Tagra jowaan chele, tar upor strong build… Ek dhakkatei, make niye buk jole chole gelo… R er por, jole niche ki hocche, ta toh r bolar dorkar nei…
Ta, jole kumir mansher gondho pelei tere ashe… Ami amar okhore okhore duto haramjada bhaider shathe khelchi… R Noren, oder fele, thik e mayer kache chole geche…
Noren da giyei haat diye dekhe, shorir er shathe sareer bhibhed ghoteche… Noren da giye bollo
“Hocche taki memsaab?”
“R bolo na…. Tomar bhai ta bhari dushtu…”
“Keno, ki koreche?”
“Ei je dekho… Oke obhoy debar jonno, or shathe jole nemechi… R o amay gobhir jole tene niye eshe, amar saree khule diyeche…” Chotu ebar bollo
“Dada, shotti ami kichui korini… Khali jole tene niye eshechi… Er por, memshaheb e saree khule feleche…”
“Baah… Tumie toh bolle, memshaheb, sareer jalay, apnar dudh gulo niye thik moto khelte parchi na… Tai, tomar kotha bhebe saree ta khule tomar haate dilam…”
“Dada, Biswas koro, ami jole er moddhe bujhini, memshaheb khule amar haate diyeche... Ami bujhe other agei, otar jole moddhe hariye geche…” Noren ebar bollo
“Thak… Ota r khuje laabh nei… Ota etokhone onek gobhire chole geche… Ekhon ota khoja khuji na kore, apnar bishal bishal dudh gulo khuji…” bole, ebar Noren da jole bhetor diye haat dilo… Diye bollo
“Baah… memshaheb er upore dekhi konoi kapor nei…”
“Tomar bhai eta tene khule niyeche…”
“Dada, ebar ami jotno kore, blouse ta nijer kacche rekhe diyechi… Eta r harabe na…”
“Haray na jeno… ota porei uthte hobe kintu… Nahole tomar shaheb shondeho korbe…”
R edike, baba beach er pashe thaka chair e boshe ache… Boshe boshe dekhche, tar boro chele, tar baki duto shontaner shathe haatu jole boshe khela korche… R tar bou, shei maajh shomudre, barir dui chakorer er shathe oi gobhir jole dariye dariye ki jeno korche… Etoi gobhire je baba r bujhe uthte parlo na, je etokhone tar bou er saree r blouse r nei Noren r Chotu boduolote… R mayer petticoat ta mayer golar kache bhashche…
Edike, Chotu r Noren oneek durei egiye giyeche… Chotu ma ke kole uthiye feleche… Uthiye, ma kichu bujhe othar agei, gud e bara bhore aste aste thaap dite shuru koreche… Ma bollo
“E ki korcho Chotu… Ebhabe gude condom chara…”
“Ki korbo memshaheb tahole?”
“Keno, tomar etoi chudte icche korche, pod maro amar…”
“Tahole dada marbe ta ki shuni?”
“Uff… Dadar jonno koto bhalobasha… Jokhon eka eka shaheb er uposthititei amar bedroom e niye giye choda hoy, tokhon ki r dadar kotha mone thake?”
“Bolen ki memshaheb…” Norener ebar obaak hobar pala…
“R bolo na… Tomar bhai etoi chalak r dushtu, je shaheb thakte thakte amay tomar shaheb er bedroom er bichanay fele amay bhog kore… Jokhon tumi niche boshe boshe shobji kato…”
“Ami niche boshe kola khai, r tui eka eka lukiye pechiye dudh khaash!” Noren ebar khepe bollo… Chotu ebar nijeke bachabar jonno
“Dada… Emon r hobe na bolchi… Aaj, rate shaheb ghumobar por Memshaheb amader room e chole ashbe… Tokhon ek shathe bhog korbo memshaheb ke…”
“She r bolte… Aaj rate Jodi miss hoy…”
“Tumi toh ekhoni miss kore felbe go dada… Pod marbe na?” Ma badha dite gelo… Bollo
“Na… na… Noren… Ekhane na… Tomar shaheb, oi je dariye dekhche….”
“Aha… Shaheb bujhbe na… Bhabbe apni thik moto bashte parchen na… Tai, apnake niye bashchi…” bole, ebar noren da mayer pachay tar kalo thatano bara ta pure dilo… R edike, Chotu make chodar speed bariye dilo… Noren da ebar bollo
“Baah… Baah… Ami apnar ek bacchar baap hoye ekhon r apnar gud condom chara lagate parina, r o eshei apnar roshalo guder shad emni emni peye gelo?”
“Ki korbo Noren… Ami kichu bujhe othar agei toh o amay kole tule choda shuru kore diyeche… Amar r kichui korar chilo na…”
“Dada… Amar ki dosh bolo? Ami ki jol er moddhe condom niye naambo?” Noren da hashlo… Kothay er shathe para mushkil… O jokhon chodar jonno niye eshe ma ke, tokhon o ulte palte chudbe ma ke… Holo tai…
Noren da ek dik diye r Chotu arek dike gaadon daoyay, ma ekebare chorom shukher guhay probesh koreche… Chotur shuthom shorir take haat ebong paa diye joriye dhore or boro bhai bara pod e niche… Tao, nijer shamir kaach theke matro eksho haat dure… Khali rokkhe joler niche… Tai, shami bujhte parche na… Ei romanche, ma onoboroto jol khoshacche… Gud r pod diye dui chakorer bara ekebare kaamre dhoreche ma, rosh ber korbar jonne….
R edike, Chotu r Noren jhakiye chudei choleche… Emon choda cholche, je Noren paglachoda hoya shotteoi pod e jol chere dilo… R bhaiyer dekha dekhi, Chotuo control korte parlo na… Gol goliye sheo amar mayer urbor jomite bij pute dilo… R mao tokhoni purodome jol khosiyeche… Shomudrer nona joler shathe mayer jol mishe, ma r ter payni je barir notun chakoro ebar maal dheleche, tao abar guder ontorale… Chotur barar rogrogani bujhte Chotur dike takalo… Tarpor, kichu bolte giyeo kichu bolar agei, Chotur chokhe ishara korlo… R ma ebar kichu na bole, khali heshe abar chokh bondho kore chodon lila moja korte laglo…
Chotur tao, chodar shesh nei… Shoman tale chudei choleche, jeno maal felei ni… Ontototo Noren er tai mone holo… She pochat kore bara ta ber korlo, mayer pod theke, r mayer pod, ja etokhon noren er barar karone airtight chilo, ebar ha kore noren er maal bomi korte laglo, r ta mishe gelo, shomudrer joler shathe…
Edike, oi duto ke parer kache diye eshe ami kheyal korlam, je ma dure Noren r Chotur shathe jole jolkeli khelche… Obbosho, amar bujhte deri holo na, je ashole hocche ta ki… Noren da emni amar dike egiye ashche… Ami ebar take taratari ashar jonno ishara kore, ebar doure mayer kache chole gelam… Giye ami toh obaak…
Dekhi, amar barir tagra jowaan chakorti, je boyoshe amar cheye 4-5 bochorer choto, she amar jonmodatri make kole niye chudche… R amar mao babake tire fele rekhe, oi chakorer barar upor joler niche lafacche… Bollam
“Hocche ta ki ekhane?”
“R kichui na shaheb…” Ami ma ke bollam
“Kichu toh hocche mone hocche maa…”
“Kichu toh obboshoi hocche… Khali tor baba ter na pelei hoy…”
“Jate baba ter na pay, tai amaro ongshogrohon kora dorkar…”
“Tahole, Noren ei matro jei futo chere ber holo, shei futotei ebar bara probesh kora…”
“Amar kache toh condom nei…”
“Aha… tui toh pod er futo chudchish… Chotu na amar guder jala metacche…”
“Chotu ki ready hoyei jole nemechilo naki?”
“Na… Condom niye nameni, tobe bara thik e khara kore nemechilo…”
“Eta kemon kotha? Amaderi condom shohoi majhe majhe gude haat dite dao na, r Chotu ke ebhabe orokhito gud e condom charai probesh korte dile?”
“Ami dilaam koi bol…. Chotui kichu bolar age, amar kol uthiye choda shuru korlo…”
“Dadababu, ami ki korbo bolun? Emon ek maal ke ki pare boshiye rakha jay?”
“Obbosho, eta ekta thik kotha bolecho… Tahole, ma ke ghuriye dao…” Mai tokhon amay obaak kore bollo
“Na… Thak, o gud chudche chuduk… Tui pod chod…”
“keno?”
“O chele manush… Ektu shokh mitaak… Tui toh ageo ei position e gud merechish… Ekhon o ektu maruk… Ta, chara, ekhon ulto bhabe narachara korle, tor baba ulto shondeho korte pare…”
Ami ektu protibaad janate jacchilam… Kintu tar agei ebar Chotu bollo
“Shomoshya nei babu… Ami bairei felbo… Chintar konoi karon nei… Apni nishchinte pod marun memshaheb er… Ki jabardast gaand memshaheb er…” Ami tokhon r ki korbo?
R Amar tokhon r tor shoy? Amio mayer ekoda use kora gaander futoy bara guje choda shuru korlam… Eke, etodin ma ke kache thik moto payni, r ebhabe shomudre fele make chodar anonde, amio besshikhon thakte parlam na… Ekebare dum dum dum, thaap mere, ebar mayer pachay maal exit korlam… Edike, amar taale taal melate giye Chotu abar “kelenkari” badhiye boslo… Bola nei koya nei, abaro amar folproshu mayer urbor gude fel feliye maal dhele dilo… Ebar ma obaak chokhe Chotur dile takalo… Chotu ebaro akutir bhongite te chokher ishara korlo… Ma r ki korbe, baddho meye moto chup chap, abaro chokh bondho kore Chotu r Amar haate chodon khete laglo… Obboshoi totokhone amader dujoneri bara 100 gram kore maal dhele diyeche… Ekjon pod e, arekjon ekebare guder gobhire…
Porisranto hoye ebar amra dujoni ma ke chere dilam… R ma ebar fot kore Chotur haat theke blouse khana chiniye niye pore fello… Kheyaal kore dekhi, surjasto hobe hobe… Ebar beach theke uthte hobe… Ebong tokhoni mone porlo…
Mayer sareer konoi ostitto nei… Ekhon ma ki kore jol theke uthbe?
Ami r Chotu khoja khuji koreo mayer sareer kono ostitto khuje pelam na… Pabo ki kore? Shomudrer dhueye saree jeta jekhane hariye jaoyar hariye geche… Bujhlam, khuje pabar konoi shombhabona nei…
“Ekhoni korbo ta ki bolto? Tor baba je pare boshe ache…”
“Keno, er ageo toh tumi ebhabe uthechilo…”
“Aha, shebar toh saree chilo, blouse chilo na… Kono bhabe Dhaka porechilo… Ebar ki hobe shuni? Ta chara, er ager baar tor babar shathe jole neme ei kando badhiyechish… Ebara mi duto chakorer shathe jole neme, ki kore saree haralam, tar koifot tor baba ke ki kore debo bol?”
“Sheta obbosho thik… Tahole ekta saree manage kore niye ashi…”
“Totokhon, ki ebhabe joler moddhe dariye thakbo?”
Chotur mone hocche situation ta khub mojar lagche… She obhoy diye bollo
“Aha, mohilara ekhane, khali bra r panty pore ghure beracche… Tahole memsaab er toh shomoshya hobar kotha na…”
Amaro ebaar beparta mojar laglo… Er agerbar, baba r amar shathe gola jole chude mayer blouse chirechilam… Ebar toh chakorer pallay pore ekare bare saree khuiyeche… Ekhon ferar ektai upay…
Shudhu blouse r petticoat pore jole theke otha… Ta ma amader utshahe, amader haat dhore, ebar jol theke uthlo… Shudhu bheja blouse r petticoat e ma ke ja lagchilo na, ta bhashay brokaash kora jabe na…
Jeno dudh duto fete beriye jete chaiche… Kintu bohu koshte blouse er taane bhetorei ache…Tobe petticoat khana bhije ekebare bhari… Eke toh mayer pod khana puro beriye porche… Pachar khaje bheja petticoat dhuke puro bhojha kemon bishal tight pachakhana… R haatar karone sheta niche neme jacchilo…
Baba bollo
“Omaa!!! Eki korecho? Tomar saree kothay?” Tar mane, etokhon je tar bou gola jole choda kheyeche, tar kichui chokhe poreni babar…
“Shomudrer jole bheshe geche…”
“Oma… Shomudrer jole bhashlo ki kore?” Ebar ki bolbe ma? Kintu ma dekhi dibbi shohoj bhabei bole dilo….
“R bolo na… Chotu kokhono shomudre nameni, jole namtei, dheu er tore pore gelo… Tokhon ami saree dhore taan diyechilo…”
“R puro saree ta khule fello?”
“Na, pore jabar por, tene uthete giye baki saree dhore taan dite laglo… Tokhon purotai khule gelo…”
“Tahole saree koi?”
“O saree dhore othar por saree chere dilo, r shetao dheuyer shathe bheshe chole gelo…”
“Eta kemon kotha…”
“Ta, ami ki chele take na bachiye saree bachabo…”
“Kintu, ekhon tahole ki kore jabe?” Ma ebar bollo
“Ami ki korbo bolo? Jole dariye thakbo tahole?” Ami ebar bollam
“Aha, baba… Thakuk na ebhabei… Ma ke koto shundor lagche…”
“Kintu ebhabe? Oder shamne…”
“Aha, baba ora toh ghoreri manush… R ta chara, oder toh kharap lagche na… Lagche ki dada ra?”
“Na… Moteo na…” CHotu r Noren ek shathe bollo…
“Tahole toh kono shomoshya nei…”
“R ashe pasher lok jon?”
“Oder niye chinta korte hobe na… Emneo toh ekhane, koto mohilai toh bikini pore ghure beracche…” bole ebar amra ma ke niye haata shuru korlam… Baba r ki korbe? Amader shathe shathe haata shuru korlo…
Ekhon, mayer petticoat r blouse puro bheja… Tai, petticoat ta ebar payer shathe bedhe jete laglo… ma bollo
“Tora ektu egiye jaa… Ami ekta aste aste ashi…”
“Keno?”
“Ei petticoat ta pore, agano jacche na…”
“Tahole ekhon?” Emon shomoy chotu bollo
“Memshaheb amar ekta buddhi ache…” bole, mayer shamne haatu gere boshe mayer petticoat er ekta side dhore taan dilo… R petticoat er ekta side chire gelo… Tokhon baba bollo
“Eki ki korli tui? Petticoat ta chirli keno?”
“Ebar r haatte shomoshya hobe na…” Chotu bollo… Baba r kichu bolar agei, ma pa chalalo… R bollo
“Baah… Besh toh…. R haatte shomoshya hocche na… Kintu daan side ta te shomoshya hocche…” Baba r kichu bolar agei, Chotu onno side ta chire dilo… R ma ebar chotur mathay haat lagiye bollo
“Thank you…” Ma ebar thik e hatte parchilo… Kintu arekta shomoshya dekha dilo… Du side diyei maayer paa beriye jacchilo… R beriye jacchilo, tar uru… Uru shathe shathe side diye tar gudero dekha paoya jacchilo… Baba ebar bollo
“Tomar haatte toh shomoshya hocche na bujhlam… Kintu, beparta khub oslil hoye jacche toh…”
“Kemon?” Ami jigesha korlam…
“Ei je, tor mayer petticoat er faak diye shob dekha jacche…”
“Koi dekhi…” bole ami kache gelam… Bujhlam ebar… Mayer petticoat er niche kono panty nei… Panty thakbei ba keno? Shesh panty jeta chilo, goribder daan kore deoya hoyechilo….
Ghotonata emon…
Ekdin shokale uthe dekhi, ma tar koekta purono shari ekdike r amar r babar kichu kapor bhaaj korche… Shobhabtoi, ami uthei pechon theke mayer dudh tepa shuru korlam… R shobhabtoi, mayer gaye kono kapor nei, karon ghore baba nei, r tai mayer bishal bishal dughdhojugol niye arame chotkate parchi…
“Ish… Shokal shokal uthei na tora shuru kore diyechish… Ektu ghuchate toh dibi…”
“Ki guchaccho toh shuni…”
“Parar chele pele ra, elakar dustho lokder binnamule purono kapor bitoron korbe… Tai, gotokaal amar kache eshe request korlo, jeno ami amar kichu purono kapor dei...”
“Mane, ekjon tomar pod e bara dukiye r arekjon tomar mukhe deepthroat kore tomay boleche right?”
“Ha… Orao pare…”
“Ta, ki kore debe shuni?”
“Doshtar por, ora lok niye ashbe…”
Ma ke niye shob shomoyi oder kono na kono fondi thake… Tai, ami bollam
“Tahole, amaro koekta kapor chopor ache purono… Shegulou cholo aaj diye debo…”
Ei bole, amra ready holam… Shokal doshta… Dekhi, Romy koekta gorib lok niye eshe niye esheche barir niche… Hobe tara 12-13 jon… Ma er por amader jama kapor daoyar por dekhi, just ordhek lokgulo peyeche… R ordhek payni… Lokgulo bollo
“Memsaab… Amader barir ma bon der jonno duto saree dorkar chilo… Bhebechilam, apnar kache ashle pabo… Kintu, tao toh pelam na…”
Tokhon Romy bollo…
“Kakima… Apni amader elakar shob cheye shombhranto poribarer bou… Apni Jodi shobe charte saree den, tobe toh amader matha kata jabe…” Etokhon ami shunchilam…. Bollam
“Noren da… Mayer jeshob kapor chopor lage na, shegulo ber kore dao toh…”
Noren hashe… Heshe bole
“Memshaheb er toh konoi kapor chopor lage na… Khali shaheb ashle du charte lage…”
“Tumi shob guloi niye asho… Shekhan theke amra beche beche kapor debo… Ma r kichui bolte parlo na… Edike, Noren da mayer baki sari gulo niye esheche… Niye ashtei, oi lok gulo tader bouyer jonne, humri kheye je jar moto mayer saree dokhon kore nilo…
“Ei, ota na… Ota amar biyer saree…” bole, ma ekta tene niye nilo… Dekhte dekhte mayer shob kapor chopori pray chole jete gelo… Ma bollo
“Ora toh amar shob saree niye gelo re…”
“Aha… Saree lagbe keno?”
“Ami ghore porbo ki?”
“Tomar koekta maxi ache na?”
“Beshir bhaagi toh chera…”
“Tahole?”
“Dekh, tor baba ashche, kaal porshu... Kichu toh ekta porte hobe…”
“Acha, jao koekta ferot nao…”
Ma ebar bujhiye shujhiye, koekta saree bachiye nilo… Tobe, sheta shobe 3 ta saree… Biyer saree shuddho… Toh parar dustho lok gulo tader bou r meyer jonno saree peye khub khushi… Kintu tao tader mukhe ekta bishader choya…
“Saree toh pelam… Kintu, ei sareer shathe porar toh aro kichu lage…” Ekjon bollo
Tokhon r ki korar…. Maan shomman bachabar jonno bollam
“Dada, mayer baki kapor chopor niye asho toh…”
“Khali blouse…”
“Dada, tumi shob gulo niye asho toh… Amra beche beche deboni…”
Noren da lafiye lafiye ebar upore chole gelo, mayer baki shob kaporchopor ante… Niye eshe jokhon firlo, tokhon mayer shob kichui niye esheche… Bra theke panty shuddho…
Ta, ebar lok gulor mukhe futlo. Ora ebar beche beche mayer pray shob petticoat r blouse niye gelo… Ma ebaro bohu koste khali ek khana petticoat r blouse bachate parlo… Khali ekjon mayer ek jora bra niye bole,
“Ei jinish chobite dekhechi... Shunechi, boro lok meyechelera , eta pore… Rasta ghateo dekhechi… Kintu eta ki kore pore?”
“Eta toh blouse er niche pore r ki…” Ma bollo…
“Kintu ki kore?” Amar tokhon mathay ekta dushtu buddhi khele gelo… Bollam
“Ma, tumi pore acho na… Ektu khule dekhao na…”
“Tora mone hoy onek porte dish…”
“Aha…. Ta, oder ektu dekhiye dao na... Ora toh kokhono poreni…”
Orao dekhi hashlo… Bollo “Ha… Ha… Amra kokhono shamna shamni dekhini… Amader bou der toh r eshob pora hoy na… Apnar ta dekhe tader shikhiye debo…”
“Na… Na… Tomader shaheb ki bhabbe?”
“Ki bhabbe?”
“Je, eto bairer lok jon er shamne, ebhabe ami bra pore…”
“Aha… Shaheb toh mone hocche bari nei… Tahole shomoshya ta ki? Amra toh r keo shaheb ke bolchi na… Ai tora keo bolbi?”
Baki shob gulo “Na… Na…” korte laglo… Ami ebar bollam
“Aha ma… Ektu dekhiye dao na… Ora toh tomar kache kharap kichui chay ni… Khali ektu dekhte cheyeche, ki kore bra porte hoy…”
“Tahole, ami upor theke pore ashi…”
“Aha… Upore abar jabar dorkar ki? Ekhanei poro na…”
“Kintu ekhane, eto lok er shamne…”
“Aha, ma pechon ghure koro… Eto lojja pabar ki ache?”
12-13 jon bairer loker shamne, tao shob gulo bosti lokjon… Eder shamne ebar ma pechon firlo… Fire, ebar mayer acholta fele dilo…tarpor, ebar aste aste mayer blouse khana khullo… Mayer kamuki pechon pitkhana dekhei dekhlam, oder dariye geche… Bujhlam, ora ki dhoroner public…
Edike, ma ebar bollo
“Ta, konta porte hobe shuni?”
Ami ebar oder dike takalam… Ekjon oder moddhe… Ektu buro… Mayer ekta laal ronger lacy bra uthiye bollo
“Eta memsaab…” Ma ebar ota haate niye bollo
“Baah… Besh bhalo toh… Tomader shaheb amar jonno eta mane ei set ta patna theke gift eneche… cheyechilo, amay ota porte… Jedin rate pore dekhabar kotha, shedini tar office theke phone ashlo… R ekhon, ami shetai porchi, tao parar bostibashider shamne… Baah…” bole, ma otar duto strap kandhe lagalo… Tarpor bollo
“Tora ki shobai ha kore etai dekhbi, naki pechoner strap ta lagiye dibi?” eta shune, ami agate gelam… Tar agei, oder moddhe ekjon bollo
“babu… Amader ektu lagabar chance diben… Nahole toh amra shikhte parbo na…” Onnorao, tokhon or shathe “ha… ha…” korte thaklo… Ami r ki korbo… Shore giye bollam
“Ma shoriye felo… Oi lokta tomar bra ta lagiye debe…” Ma haat shoriye fello…R oi lok ebar egiye giye, mayer bra duto strap niye lagate gelo…
“Mairi… Eta toh tene parchi na…”
“Ota lagbe ki kore? Shamne chepe dhorte hobe na?” Ma r kichui bolar agei loktar ebar mayer bishal bishal duto dudh jora theshe dhorlo… Bolte gele, chipe dhorlo… Bollo
“Oma… Eto bishal… Ami toh dhorte parchi na ek haate…” Oi dike, ei shonar jonno mone hoy oder moddhe ekjon chilo… Bollo
“Aha… Ami arekta mai dhorchi…” bole ebar mayer kache eshe mayer arekkhana mai chepe dhorlo… R ebar dujon mile mayer bra ta lagiye dilo…
“Ebar charo…” bollo ma tar dudh theke haat shorabar jonno… Ora hashlo… heshe, mayer dudh jora chere dilo… Ebar ma achol ta uthate jabe…
“Memsaab… Eto koshto kore bra ta poralo… Ektu amader dekhaben na kemon lagche?”
Ma ebar ki korbo? Amader dike takalo… Amra ishara dilam… ma ebar achol ta matite fele, ulto dike ghure daralo… Khali petticoat r lacy laal stone boshano bra pore ebar oder shamne trial dilo… R oder chokh toh chanabara… Keo bolte gele, mayer dudher upor theke chokhi shorate parche na… Ma ebar oder ke tease korabar jonno, dudhjora ektu jhakiye bollo
“Ebar tora bujhechish, ki kore eta porte hoy?” Ora tokhono mayer bishal bishal dudh jorar upor thekei chokh othate parche na…
“Ebar kapor pore feli?” Ebar oder hush firlo… Eto shohojei oder show shesh? Oder toh kichu ekta korte hobe…
“Memsaab… Acha, eta ki kore pore?” Ebar oi set er panty ta tule dhore bollo oder ekjon... Ma hashlo… Amrao hashlam… Bhaloi show er moja nicche ora… Bhalo bhalo…
“Ota toh petticoat er niche pore…”
“Etao ektu dekhiye din na…”
“Acha, darao…” bole, ebar ma oder haat theke ota nite gelo… Tokhon oi lok ta bollo
“Memsaab… Etao amra poriye dei… Tahole shikhe felbo…” Ma hashlo… Ei hashitei kaaj holo ebar… Giye oi lokta ebar mayer shamne tar panty ta tene dhorlo… R amar khanki magi maa ebar petticoat ta ektu tule pa dhukiye dilo panty te… R o ebar panty ta tule upore uthiye dilo… Daoyar shomoy obbosho mayer gude haat bulanor kotha na bollei noy…
“Hoyeche memshaheb?”
“Ektu shomoshya… Amar pachar odiktay ektu shomoshya mone hocche… Pantyr lace ta ektu ulte ache…”
“Kothay?”
“Bhetore… Amie thik kore nicchi…” Ami ebar bollam
“Aha, ma… Oderke thik korte dao na… Oderke shekhabar jonnoi toh eta korcho tumi…”
Ma ebar haat uthiye fello… R ebar petticoat er upor diyei shuru holo, mayer pacha hatano… Ma bollo
“Daan dike…”
“Koi?” onoboroto pacha haatrate thaklo lokta…
“Oi toh ektu niche…” Ebar arekjon bollo
“Amio khuje ber kori…” bole ebar o ebar pacha hatrano shuru korlo…
“Amio pacchi na…” dujon duto pachar dabna dhore tipte laglo…
“Hoyeche daan dike, r khujchish baam dike…”
“Pacchina… Tai, dui sidei dekhchi…”
“Char tora… Ami thik kore nicchi…”
“Na ma… Tumi kore dile ora shikhbe ki kore?”
“Kintu ora toh parche na…”
“Parbo ki kore saab? Petticoat er karone toh niche dekhte parchi na…”
“Mane?”
“Ei petticoat er upor diye haatre ki oshob bojha jay?”
“Tahole, ekhon ki ami petticoat khule darabo?” ma ektu ragar bhaan kore bollo
“Great idea ma! Petticoat ta khule dao na… Taholei toh ora bujhte parbe…” Ma ebar haa kore amader dike takalo… Lokgulo ebar bollo
“Memshaheb, apnar mathay eto shundor buddhi ashe…” bole, kichu bojhar agei, ora petticoat er dori dhore taan dilo… r petticoat khana matite… Ebar shudhu lacy stone boshano bra r laal ronger panty pore ma dariye thaklo… Tobe, mayer khub ekta bhurkkhep holo na… Eta tar shathe hor hameshai hoy… Tao, ektu savi savitri toh shajte hoy…
“Ei ki korli tora? Ebhabe khali panty r bra pore… Tao toder shamne ebhabe…”
“Aha… Amra kaoke bolbo na…”
“Thik ache… Kaoke abar bolish na jani… Ebar toh petticoat khulechish… Ebar bhaaj ta thik kore dey…”
“Koi dekhchi na toh… Ektu dekhiye den toh…” Ma ebar oder khela bhujlo… Pacha baka kore ebar oder mukher shamne jhakiye jhakiye bollo
“Ebar dekhte parchish?”
“Mone toh hocche… Arektu Jodi ebhabe dekhano jeto…” Amar shombhranto poribarer khanki magi ma, amar babar obortomane, barir drawing room e boshe tar cheler r chakorer shamnei khali bra r panty pore tar bishal bishal pacha jhakiye twerk korte thaklo…. Jate oil ok gulo du chokh bhore mayer pacha dekhte pare… R orao make ei moja theke bonchito korlo na…
“Tora dekhte peyechish?”
“Arektu memshaheb… Arektu…” ebhabei pray pach minute chollo… Ei shomoye oneker mukher shathei mayer pacha bari kheyeche… Ebong jara ei lottery jiteche, tader theke khushi mone hoy r keo nei… Shesh mesh ekjon oi ultono bhaaj ta khuje pelo… Bollo
“Memshabeb, ei je peyechi…” bole, bhaaj ta thik kore dilo… Korte giye ebar pantyr upor diye poder futoy ektu haat diye dilo
“Tui toh dekhi jayga motoi haat diyechish…” Ebar show toh chalanor upay nei… Ami bollam
“Ta, jar ja kapor chopor noeya dorkar… Niye nao… R ebar shobai nijeder moto mayer shob bra r panty niye nilo… Khali ekjon much bejar kore thaklo…
“Ki hoyeche?”
“Shobai peyeche… Ami ektao pelam na… Na pelam bra, na pelam panty… Bhebechilam, ota porano shikhe bou ke aaj poriye debo… Kintu amar bhagge ki r ta ache…”
“Mayer toh bra r panty shob shesh…”
“Keno… Memshaheb er kache toh ekta ache…” Lokta ebar ki mean korlo bujhlam… Mayer porihito bra r pantyr dike tar nojor poreche… Ma ebar amar dike obaak hoye takalo… Ami ma ke ishara dilam… Ma bollo
“Ebar ki etao khule diye dibo?”
“R ki korar ache maa… Tumi pore ekta kine niyo…”
“Kintu…”
“Kintu ki?”
“Amar toh r bra ba panty thaklo na…”
“Ma tomar bra ba panty pora moteo joruri na…”
“Keno?”
“Tomar je gotor, tate bra ba panty na pore thakai bhalo… Amader jonno shubidha…”
Ma ebar upor jete gelo… Ami bollam
“Upor jaccho keno?”
“Keno bra ebong panty khule diye dite…”
“Aha… Ekhanei khule dao…”
“Ebhabe oder shamne…” Ebar ora amar shathe jog dilo…
“Amra toh lagano shikhlam… Kintu khola toh shikhini… Khulte giye Jodi chire feli… Ektu kholatao shikhiye din na…”
“Ha ma… Dekhiye dao na oder…”
“Tarpor, ami ki porbo?”
“Aha… Tumi pore maxi pore niyo…”
“R ekhon shorir dhakbo ki kore?”
“Tumi ek kaaj koro… Tumi haat diye dheke rakho… Ora bra r panty khule nebe…”
“Ki bolchish tui?”
“Bhaloi toh buddhi diyechi… tai kina bolo?” ora ebar amar shathe shay dilo… Bollo
“Haa.. Haa.. Memshaheb apni khali haat diye dheke rakhun… Amra khule nicchi…”
“Kintu…”
“Please memsahib… Please…” ebar r oder kotha felte parlo na ma… ma ulto dike fire, buke haat diye fello… R pechon theke ekjon eshe mayer bra ta khule nilo… Ebar ma bollo
“Ek haat diye toh dudh dhaakchi… Ebar panty kholar por, arek haat diye paacha dhakbo, naki gud?”
“Bhalo proshno ma… Ta konta dhaka uchit? Pacha naki gud?” oder ke jigesha korlam… Oder moddhe ekjon biggo bollo
“Onar pacha ja bishal bishal dekhchi… Tate, gud dhakai bhalo… Ek haat diye gud tai thik moto dhakte parbe… Tai, pacha khana khola thakuk… R mohilar pacha dekha toh orokom kharap kichu na… R je shundor pod khana… Tate, ektu dekhale shomoshya nei…”
Ma ebar r ki korbe? Baddho hoye arek haat gudei dilo…. R ebar arekjon eshe mayer panty khulte jabe… Bollo
“Memshaheb, apnar pachar khaaje toh panty ta aatke ache…”
“Ta ora ber kor…” mayer pacha dhorar jonno mone hoy onekei utshuk hoye chilo… Dujon doure eshe ebar mayer pacha jugon dujon du side e tene niye bollo
“Pachuda… Ebar panty taan marun… Khule jabe…” Dujon du pachar khondo dhore tene rekheche… R edik diye ekjon panty khule feleche… Khule feltei, mayer shundor tosh toshe pachar futo shobar shamne prokaash pelo… R shobai oi futor dikei haa kore takiye thaklo…
“Kire… pacha char tora…”
“Ki?”
“Amar pod khana char… Panty toh khola hoyei geche…” ebar oder hush firlo… Pacha khana chere dilo… Etokhon dhore ora moja nilo… Arektu moja neoya jay kina… Tokhoni oder arek khana buddhi mathay ashlo…
Ma mayer bishal bishal dudh jora dhore thakay chaap pore, olpo olpo kore dudh chuye chuye porte thaklo… Ora ebar shetar dike point kore bollo
“Memshaheb… Apnar haat bhijche…”
“Koi?” Ebar ora dekhiye dilo…. Ma bollo
“Oi ektu dudh porche r ki…”
“Bolen ki? Ei boyoshe dudh…”
“Amar choto choto duto chele hoyeche na koekdin age… Tai, ekhono dudh hoy…”
“Oma… Bolen ki?”
“Ha…” Ebar oder moddhe ekjon bollo
“Memshaheb, jama kapor toh pelam… Ebar jabar age kichu kheye jete chai…”
“Barite banano toh kichu nei… Biscuit tiscuit shob shesh… Tora ektu bosh, noren baniye dicche…”
“na memshaheb… amader abar rastay kaaj korte berote hobe… Ekhoni kichu khabar dorkar…”
“Kintu kichu toh nei…”
“Ache toh… Apnar hatei…” Ma ebar nijer dudher dike takalo… Bollo
“Tora ki amar dudh khete chaash?”
“Ha... Obboshoi…”
“Ki bolchish tora?”
“Amra khub bhukha memsahib… Gotokaal rate olpo ektukun bhaat kheyechi… Ekhon abar khali pete kaaje jete hobe… Apni Jodi ektu meherbani kore…”
“Ki?”
“Ektu dudh khete diten…” Ma ke ebhabe emo blackmail korate mone hoy kaaj holo… Ma ebar amar dike takalo… Ami bollam
“Khete chaiche… Dao…”
“Kintu ebhabe…”
“Aha… Khete dao na… Ora toh kharap kichui korche na…” Shami bari nei bole, ebar chele bolche tar ma ke elakar bostibashider dudh khawate… Ete khabangr ki kichu ache?
“Acha… Kintu dudh toh khubi olpo hoy…”
“Amader toh olpo ektu holei hoy…”
“Kintu ektu dorkar chilo…” Ma ebar amar dike takalo…
“Keno? Baba toh kaal porshur age ashche na…”
“Na… Tor babar jonno na… Tor babake na khaowaleo cholbe…”
“Tahole kar jonno…” Ma ebar Noren er dike takalo… Noren da ebar haste haste bollo
“Na shahib amar obhabe dorkar nei…” Ma ebar Noren er safai gaite bollo
“Noren onek din thekei amar dudh fulpet khete chaichilo… Tai, gotokaal thekei ami dudh jomiyechi… Bacha duto ke powder dudh khaiyechi…”
“Tar mane, gotokaal glass e je dudh dilo, shetao powder dudh chilo?”
“Ha… Dekhna, bechara dudh khete cheyeche eto kore…”
“Tumio paro ma... Tumio paro…” Edike, ebar Noren da bollo
“Memshaheb… Shomoshya nei… Oder khaiye din… Olpo ektu bachle ami pore khaboni… Oder ektu khaiye din…”
“Acha, thik ache… Tumi jokhon bolcho…” bole, ebar haat haat shoriye dilo… R mayer bishal bishal dudh jora prokaash pelo… Bishaal bishaal mai jora… Ja theke ekhono gorom shada dudh ber hoy… Ma ebar bollo
“Ami dudh khete dibo… Ek shorte…”
“Ki?”
“Dudher bota kamrano jabe na…”
“R?”
“Dui chumukher beshi khaoya jabe na… Tora manush onek jon… Shobar hote hole, olpo korei khete hobe…” Shobai ek paye raji… Ebar dujon uthe eshe mayer dudh khaoya shuru korlo… Du char chumukh hotei, ma bollo
“Ebar tora char… Onno dujon ke khete de…” Ebar ora chere dilo… Ebhabe, ora dudh khete thaklo… edike, Dudh khete khete, r show peye oder shobar dhon khariye geche… Du tin jon dekhi khechao shuru koreche… Ta, ma ebar bollo
“Aha… Ota hocche ta ki?”
“memshaheb… Apnar gotor dekhe, amra parchi na… Ektu kheche nite parle bhalo hoto…”
“Kheche ki tora matite felbi? Carpet ta toh moyla hobe…”
“Tahole?”
“Ek kaaj korte parish… Ami toh shokale theke uthe breakfast korini… Onek bela hoyeche… Bhaloi khide peyeche… Tora chaile amar mukhe felte parish… Tahole, ghortao noshto holo na… R amar pet o bhorlo…” Amar khanki magi ma je ki level er kamuki ta bujhtei parchen… Ta, ora toh jeno megh na chaitei jol pelo… Ora ebar mayer mukher shamne bara tule dhorlo… R ma ekjonke handjob… R ekjon ke blowjob dite thaklo… Tao, aro dujon ke dudh khaoyate khaoyate… R arek haat diye gud khana dhekei rakhlo… Ami oi haater dike takate ma bollo
“Dheke rakhi… Nahole kemon lage bol… Ebhabe gud dekhiye berale… Tor baba ki bolbe?” Bostibashider shamne dudh dekhale, pod dekhale, dudh khawale, blow job dile, r handjob dile kono dosher kichui nei… Kintu nijer gud dekhano khub kharap… Baah….
Ebhabe cholte cholte, eke eke shob gulo bostir lokgulo shobai amar khanki magi mayer mukhe maal dhallo… Keo keo even dui dui bar maal fello… Maal fele, ebar porisranto, hoye chole gelo…
Chole jabar poro… Ma bollo
“Ami upor giye snaan ta shere ashi…”
“Jao… Tai koro… Ora toh chole geche… Ebar toh gud theke haat ta shorate paro…”
“O ha…” bole ma ebar gud theke haat shoralo… Koto bhodro amar kamuki ma… Koto bhodro…
Jai hok, ebhabei mayer shob bra r panty elakar bostir lok gulo niye niyeche… R er por, r bra ba panty ektao kena hoy ni… Ta jai hok, ebar ma bollo
“Amar ki dosh bolo? Amar toh ek khanao panty chilo na…”
“Tomar purono panty gulo gelo koi?”
“Ogulo toh shob elakar gorib dukhider diye diyechi…”
“Tomar nijer porar kapor nei, r tumi elakay kapor biliye berao… Bhalo bhalo…” Ami ebar bollam
“Aha, eta niye debate na kore cholo, shamne ekta shopping mall dekhchi… Okhan theke koekta panty kine nilei hoy…”
“ha… Ha… SHobai amar shathe ek mot holo… Baba bollo
“Ebhabe tor ma ke niye shopping mall e jabo?”
“R toh kichui korar nei… Nahole ki ebhabe dariye thakbo?”
Baba r ki bolbe? Amra ebar ma ke niye beach er pashei ekta shopping mall e dhuklam… Shopping mall ta motatmoti boro… Onek rokom dress e paoya jacche… Kintu shopping mall e giye ekta mojar jinish dekhlam…
Jodio, Goa te bikini ban kore feleche, tao dekhlam, koekta bideshi mohila tao Bikini pore haatche… Tobe, khali bikini na… Upore ekta top poreche… Tobe, loose ekta top… Tobe, top tar moddhe diye bikini purotai dekha jacche…Ebong jehetu MILF tai, dekhte besh sexy lagche… Dekhi, amra keno, babao haa kore takiye ache… Chotu toh shaman shamni ei bepar dekheni… She puro obaak hoye oi dikei deb deb kore takiye ache…Ami bollam
“Kire ki dekhchish?”
“Na babu… Kichu na…”
“Aha, tui ja dekhchish, tai amio dekhchilam mairi…”
“Babu, apnio na…”
Er por, amra ekta dokaan e dhuklam… Khuje khuje shobcheye bhodro dokaan tate dhuklaam… Ta, shekhane giye dekhlam, oder kache mayer size er kono bra ba panty nei…
Baba ebar bollo
“Yeh, hume yeh kaha mil jayega?” Dokandar ebar heshe bollo
“Nehi saab… Is shopping mall ke baad aas paas yeh nehi milega…” Tai baba ebar ma ke bollo
“Ekhon ki kora jay?”
Ami kichu chinta korar agei, dokandar bollo
“Yeh pehen liye aap… Bohut acha lagega aapko…” bole ek konai point kore bollo dokandar…
“Chi, ogulo ami porte pari naki?” Ami ebar bollam
“Porle shomoshya ki bolo?”
“Ei boyoshe, tao ei shob jinish...”
“Tomar porte kono shomoshya ache?”
“Na… Nei… Kintu…” Tarpor babar dike takiye bole
“Dekho na… Tomar chele ki bolche…” Baba thik moto tokhono poristhiti bujhe utheni… Bollo
“Na… Eta ki tor ma porte pare naki?”
“Keno porle shomoshya ki?”
“Bhodro ghorer bou… Ebhabe ghure berale manush ki bolbe?”
“Aha…. Tomader ekhane keo chine naki?”
“Na… Kintu, ebhabe oder shamne….” Baba amader barir duto chakorer dike point kore bollo… Ami mone mone hashlam…. Babar anupostithi ora babar bedroom dokhol kore… Majhe moddhe, amio dhokar shujog paina… Jemon kichudin age… Baba tokhon kolkatar baire… Ta, bari firte ektu deri hoyeche… Fire eshe dekhi, baccha duto drawing room e ghumocche… Dotalay uthe dekhi, babar bedroom ta bondho… Baire theke gonganor shobdo shunte parchi… Tai, knock korlam… Knock kortei, opaash theke mayer gola shunte pelam
“Ke?”
“Ma… Ami dorja khulo…”
“Suhil… Ekhon ja… Ami ektu busy….”
“Aha, ektu khuloi na…”
“Aha… Bollam toh… Ektu pore aay… Besto achi…”
Ami shedin khub tired chilam. Tai, room e change kore ghumiye porechilam… Pordin shokale, uthe dekhi Ma jothariti, puro nogno hoye, ranna korchilo… Tar shara gaye shudhu tar mongol shutro… R shaka shidur… Kheyal kore dekhi, tar bishal bishal pacha jugol er majh diye top top kore, ki jeno porche… Bhalo kore kheyal kore dekhi, maal porche… Ma ke jigesha korlam…
“Ki holo… Gotoraate dorja khulle na keno?”
“Aha… Noren ektu shanti moto lagacchilo…”
“Ta, dorja bondho kore keno?”
“O kono prokar disturbance chacchilo na, gotoraate… Chaichilo, amay eka eka bhog korbe bole…”
“Tai, bole tumi room lock kore felbe?”
“Ta Noren eto kore bollo… Tachara, aaj toh or ma r bhai ashche… Tai gotoraat ta she amay eka eka bhog korte chailo… Tai r ki…” Maa totokhone dekhi, ekta cup e laal cha dhele niyeche… R koekta toast ber kore shajiye nilo… Tarpor amay bollo
“Baba, tor cha ekhane rekhe diyechi… Tui dhele kheye nish…”
“Tumi kothay cholle?”
“Noren er jonno breakfast kore niye jacchi…”
“Keno?” Ma ebar tar pod er dike dekhiye bollo…
“Dekhchish na, shara raat dhore amar pod mereche… Ekhon or energy lagbe na…”
“Ta, ekhoni upore jaccho keno?”
“O boleche, jate aaj shokaal shokaal or ghum bhangai or bara chushe… Tai, upore jacchi r ki…”
“Kintu…” Ma ebar amay r kichu bolar shujog na diye bollo
“Amar deri hoye jacche…. Noren jekono shomoy uthe gele raag korbe amar upor… Ami upore gelam…”
Bole upore chole gelo… Tar barir chakor ke blowjob diye ghum theke uthiye breakfast khawate…
Jai hok… Abar bortomane fire ashi… Ami bollam
“Chotu toh baccha manush… Ta chara, o toh ma ke nogno dekhechei, ma ke maalish korbar shomoy…”
Ami ebar Noren r Chotu ke bollam
“Dada, tomader shomoshya ache maa bikini porle?”
Noren ar Chotu emon ekta bhaab korlo, jeno Bikini porata ekdomi shadharon ekta bishoy… Chotu bollo
“Aha… Memshaheb portei paren… Porle toh ami kono shomoshya dekhi na… R ta chara, ei bheja blouse r petticoat pore r kotokhon thakben memshahib? Bra ba pantyo toh paoya jacche na…”
Dosh chokre bhogobaan bhoot… Baba aro kichu bolte jacchilo… Ami golden bikini ta ebar mayer haat e diye bollam
“Jao, eta pore asho toh ma… Dekhi, kemon lage…” Ma babar dike takate jabe… Edike, pechon theke Chotu mayer pachay ekta aste chapor marlo… R ma babar dike na takiye ebar chole gelo, changing room e… Baba amader bujhate laglo…
“Dekh, eta thik hocche na…”
“keno thik hocche na?”
“Dekh, ei boyoshe tor ma Jodi oi kapor pore…”
“Sharajiboni toh ma bhodro kapor chopor poreche… Ekhon eshe Jodi ektu eshob try out na kore, tahole kobe korbe bolo…”
“Kintu…” Emon shomoy ma bhetor theke bollo
“Ai… Ami na pechon theke fite ta baddhte parchi na… Keo ekjon ektu help korbe ki?”
Amra kichu bolar agei, Chotu doure dhuke porlo… Bollo
“Ami lagiye dicchi…” Kintu ek bikini porate ki eto shomoy lage? Lagbe na… Dhuke dekhe Chotu je ma puro nogno… Khali, shamne bikini ta dhore rekheche…. Aste aste bollo
“Chotu baba tui ektu lagiye de toh…” Chotu bhablo, makei lagate boleche… Chotu toh tokhon tunge… Chain khule shudhu baray thuthu lagiye mayer pod e probesh koriye dilo bara… Mao ei achomka chodone puro obaak… Kichui bolar shujog pelo na… R jate, ma kichu bolte na pare, tai chotu mayer much chepe dhumse chudte laglo… Kintu dariye dariyei ba kotokhon choda jay? Ebar make oi tukun jaygar bhetor matite felei choda shuru korlo… Mao moja nite thaklo… Edike baba bollo
“Ki holo… Ekta bikini porte eto shomoy lage?” Chotu ebar mayer mukh chepe dhore bollo
“Aha saab… Gittu baddhte onek koshto ei jinisher…”
“Tahole ami ashchi… Lagiye dicchi…”
“Na… Lagbe na saab… pray hoye geche… pray hoye geche…” Bikini lagano hoy ni… Kintu Chotur baray jol chole esheche… Tai, sheo ebar golgoliye mayer pod er moddhe maal chere dilo… Mao odike, jol khoshalo…
“Ami ashchi… Tui kichui parish na…” bole, baba bhetore dhukte jabe… Tar agei chotu r ma ber holo trial room theke… Prothom barer jonno ja dekhlam, tate Amari totkhonat bara khariye gelo… R ki bolbo... Babaro obostha dekhi eki… Edike, baki shobar obosthao eki…
Ekta golden bikini… Bikini bottom ta tie side e… Du side e duto shuto diye badha… R upore tops ta, string diye badha style… Kintu, ma bodhoy porte pareni… Tai, haat duto diye buker upor bikini ta chepe rekheche…. Amra toh dekhe tho… Baba kichu bolar agei, Ma bollo
“Eta ki thik moto fitting hoyeche?” Bikini ta oi dokaner shob cheye boro bikini chilo… Tao, mayer dudh eto bishaal je khub koshte bikini khana jeno mayer dudh duto dhore rekheche… Bikinir karone mayer curves gulo khub shundor fute utheche… Ekebare dekhte bideshi MILF der moto... Baba chara, r baki shobai bole uthlo…
“Khub shundor..Khub shundor…”
“Bohot bariya, bohot bariya…”
“Ekebare thik moto hoyeche memshaheb…”
Ebar ma pechon ghure pacha khana dekhiye bollo
“Pechon theke thik hoyeche…” Dekhi mayer pod khanar dike bheja… R amar bujhte baki roilo na, keno eto shomoy legeche bikini ta porte… Baba bollo
“Tomar bikini bottom ta bheja keno?”
“Oi hoyto jol lege chilo pod e…” kintu bottom ta aste aste aro bhijte laglo… Bojha gelo, je maal ebar chuiye chuiye pod er futo diye golgoliye porche…
Baba edike, puroi tajjob… Edike, dokandar, aro koekta sexy sexy bikini ber kore feleche mayer jonno... R sheta theke Ma Chotu R Noren mile already koek jora bikini choose kore feleche… Noren r Chotu mile oi bikini top gulo, mayer dudher upor lagiye lagiye dekhche, thik size er hocche kina… Pachay lagiye lagiye dekhche, bottom gulo hocche kina… Shob cheye skimpy skimpy bikini gulo mayer jonno choose korte laglo… R baba edike, side e boshe kichu bolte giyeo bolte parlo na… Ami bollam
“Dekho, ma ke koto shundor suit koreche… Ma ke puroi bideshi aunty der moto lagche…”
Oi dike, dokandar jegulo ma r barir chakorder pochondo hoyeche, shegulo packing o kore feleche… Ma ebar bollo
“Khali eta porei ghure berabo ami?”
Chotu oi side e, arekta bikini pora meyer chobi chilo… Okhane, meyeta sarong pore ache… Shei chobita dike point korlo… Chotu boyoshe choto hole ki hobe, thik e oshombhob chalu… Chotu ki bujhate chaiche, ta ami chot korei bujhe gelam… Ami bollam
“Arektu bhodro hoya dorkar…” bole, ami side e koekta sarong chilo… Shegulor ekta ene mayer komor joriye dilam… Baba haa hoye takiye thaklo… Ami bollam
“Ebar onek bhodro lagche… Cholo ma…” bole, ami mayer pachay ekta chapor mere ma ke niye beriye ashlam dokan theke… Baba kichu bolte jacchilo… Kintu tar agei, dokandar baba ke dhore bollo
“Babu… Bill…” Amra edike ma ke niye beriye ashlam… R baba kole ek baccha ke, jar baba k keo jane na, r haat dhore arek bacchake, jar ashol jonok etokhon amar mayer jonno bikini choose korlo, niye amader pechon pechon beriye ashlo…
Amar roshoboti ma… Boyosh hobe tar ekhon 46… Tin bacchar ma… She tar bishal bishal dudh jora sref ekta patla shonali bikini diye dheke, dhumsi pachaduto fin fine gold bikini diye bedhe, hete choleche, tar nijer chele r barir dui chakorer shathe… R pechon pechon tar shami haate bikini bhorti shopping bag niye ashte laglo… Shathe dui jaroj baccha…
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Ta, sharadin journey r beach e chodon er por, amra shobai ektu tired… Tai, amra r na ghora ghuri kore, hotel e ferot chollam… Ta, ami ma r baba ek room e uthechi… R chotu r noren arek room e… Ta, dhuktei baba bollo
“Suhil… Room service e order de… Khabar diye jete bol…” Ma tokhon bollo
“Room service keno… Cholo, oder shunechi shundor ekta restaurant ache… Okhane giyei khai… Ghore boshe boshe khabo, eta kemon kotha?”
“Aha… Raat beje geche pray atta…”
“Oh… Ha… Tahole, toh tomar ghumanor shomoy hoye geche… Doctor toh boleche, tomay attar bhetore ghumiye porte… Tahole, tomar khabar ta ghore pathiye dicchi… R Ami r Suhil giye restaurant theke kheye ashi…”
“Kintu tomar toh jamakapor nei… Ei pore ber hobe ki bhabe?”
“Ki bolcho baba? Ebhabe ber hole ki shomoshya?”
“Ki shomoshya mane? Khali bikini pore ki tor ma ghure berabe?”
“Ha… Ei trip e toh ma shudhu bikinie porbe… Thik na ma?”
“Tora Jodi bolish, tahole r ki korar…”
“Kintu, ebhabe…”
“Aha… Ekhane ebhabei toh ghure beray shobai... R ta chara, ma ke ebhabei shundor lagche… Tai na bolo baba?”
“Kintu…. Kintu ebhabe ekjon bibahito mohila…”
“Kono shomoshya nei… Tumi ghumao… Bole, ebar ami r ma beriye porlam… Berotei dekhi Noren r Chotu room er baire dariye ache… Ta, ami ebar bollam
“Cholo dada ra… Restaurant e kheye ashi…” Chotu ebar bollo
“Ekhankar restaurant ta kemon jani… Boy er kach theke shunlam, ektu dure ekta khabar hotel ache… Okhane bole khabar onek bhalo…”
“Tahole shekhanei cholo…”
Ebar amra 4 jon gelam shei khabar hotel e… Ta, signboard dekhlam, special bar and restaurant… Ta bhablam, nishchoi kono special kichu ache… Dhuke toh amra tho hoye gelam… R shathe shathe ma bollo
“Baba… Chol ekhan theke beroi…”
Kintu omon poribeshe dhuke ki ber hote icche kore? Dekhi, eta ashole ekta nacher bar… Khodder ra niche boshe ache… R stage e meye gulo, khali bikini pore nacche… R onno dike, khabar serve kora hocche… Chotu ebar bollo
“Dada, ekhane ki hocche?”
“Eta ekta nacher bar… Chol boshi…” Ma edike bollo
“Kintu ebhabe… Ami meye manush hoye ei hotel e…” Ami bollam
“Aha… Thakoi na… Amra tin jon chele manush achi… Tomar eto chinta keno?” bole ebar ma ke niye ekta table e boshlam… Hotel er boy toh puroi tho… Tara, emon jinish age kokhono dekheni… Je ek mohila manush… Tar upor, just ekta bikini pore, bharoti mohila ebhabe ekhane… Tar upor tar shathe aro tin ta lok… Shob guloi bhoja jacche tar theke minimum 10 bochor er choto… Ta, ora eshei amader jigesha korlo, ki khabo amra… Amra khabar order dilam… Ta, tokhon waiter bollo
“Aap log kaun si drink lenge?”
“Kaunsi hain?”
“Hum yaha par toh sirf foreign liquor serve karte hain… Kaunsi lenge aap?”
“Humko toh maalum nehi….”
“Aap log yeh yala lijiye…. Bohot bariye hain…” bole, waiter chole gelo… Kichukhon por, khabar r cognac ta niye ashlo… Botol ta dekhei bojha jacchilo, cognac prochur dami r strong hobe…
Ta, amra khawa shuru korlam… Khete khete Noren da bollo
“Babu, eta ki khawa jabe?” cognac er dike point korlo…
“Ha… Nao…” bole ami khule dilam oke… R o amay r oke kichuta serve kore dilo… Edike, Chotu bollo
“Aha dada… Babu ki tomar moto naki? Eto kom khele ki ar hoy? Dada ke aro khawao!” bole, amar glass aro koek peg dhele dilo ek shathe… Ma badha dite gelo… Bollo
“Eto khaashna… Tui kintu mataal hoye jabi…” Edike, Chotu bollo
“Aha babu… Apni chinta niben na… Amra achi… Apni kheye jaan…” bole, ebar amay utshaho dilo… Chotur dekha dekhi, Noren dao utshaho dilo… Amaya r pay ke? Besh cognac ta chilo… Ami dui chumukei char peg dhele fellam… Edike, Chotu shesh hote na hotei aro 4 peg dhele dilo amar glass e… Bollo
“Babu, arektu kheye nin… Bhalo lagche na bolun?” bole, nijeo ektu dhele niye chekhe dekhlo… Ebhabe, 3-4 peg kore Chotu amay icche moto serve kore dite laglo…. R amayo keo thamanor chilo na… Edike, ar 2 glass shesh kortei, dekhi botol shesh... Ma ebar amay bollo
“Thaak… Onek hoyeche… Ebar chol bari jai…” Tokhon Chotu bollo
“Aha… Raat toh shobe shuru… Arekta botol shesh kori cholun babu… Khub moja hobe!” bole ebar waiter ke daklo…. Waiter o tar nijer dhanday besto… Bollo
“Babu… Aur ek bottle lijiye… Yeh bohot acche wali, hain…” bole arekta botol diye gelo… Dekhi, eta whiskey… Bairer maal… Tai, dhok dhokiye aro koek peg kheye fellam… Ma thamate cheshta korlo… Tai Chotu bollo
“Babu, memshaheb keo ektu khilan… Tahole memshaheb o moja pabe… R badha dibe na…”
Ma ei shune palate gelo… Kintu tar agei, Chotu shokto kore dhore fello ma ke… R ami ektu jor korei ma ke mod tuku khaiye dilam… Ma chup chap ebar boshe porlo… Bujhlo, kichu korar nei… 10 minute er moddhei dekhi, ei botol khanao shesh… R amar shathe shathe mao ektu ektu kore mod chekheche…
Ta, ebar waiter ashlo… Eshe bollo
“Sirji… Apki bill hain 31,290 rupaiya… Aap special guest hain, is liye 30,000 dene parega…” Eta shune toh ami bolte gele akaash thekei porlam… Amader shathe borojor 4,000 taka ache... Oto taka debo ki kore?
Waiter bollo
“Aap yeh bill kaise denge? Cash ya cheque mein?”
Ami ebar puroi bipode… Ami bollam
“Aur kuch way hain, payment karne ki?”
“Yeh toh mujhe maluum nehi… Magar, ha… Aap manager sahib ke saath jarur baat kijiye… Yoh aapko koi aur way bata dega…” Bole ebar bhetore giye manager shaheb ke deke niye ashlo… Manager shaheb dekhi, bhanga bhange bangla bolte pare… 10 kolkatay chilo…
“Dekhun, apnader bill ta cash e dilei bhalo hoy… Kintu apnader Jodi kono shomoshya thake, tobe apnara chequeo pay korle shomoshya nei…”
“Dekhun dada… Amader toh ektu shomoshya ache… Hoyeche ki, amra age emon jaygay khete ashi ni toh… Tai, jani na kemon bill ashe… Ekhon amader shathe toh oto taka nei… ta, eta aste dhire kistite…”
“Dada, ki je bolechen na? Kistite ki hotel er bill deoya jay? Apnara saaf saaf hotel er bill din… Nahole, apnader khobor ache…”
“Dada, apnake toh bollami… Kintu, ekhon toh kichui korar nei… Onno kono bhabe Jodi…” ebar manager mayer dike takalo… Bollo
“Ekta upay ache… Tomar shathe ei mohila ta ke?”
“Ini amar maa…”
“Bolcho ki? Tomar ma ke ektu uthe darate bolo…” ma ebar obaak hoye bollo
“Keno? Uthe darate hobe keno?”
“Na… Bolchi… Age daran na…” ma ebar uthe daralo… R manager ebar ghure ghure ma ke dekhlo… Dekhe bollo
“Amar kache, ekta upay ache, ei payment shomponno kore debar…”
“Ki?”
“Tomar ma ke diye ekhane dance korate hobe… Amader lead dancer ta aaj ektu oshustho… Tai, tomar ma ek kaaj chelate hobe…”
“Kintu, ebhabe…”
Edike, Chotu r Noren bolte laglo “Sahib, aar toh kono upay nei…. Memshaheb ke bolun eta korte…” Ebar ma bolllo
“Kintu ami toh nacher kichui pari na…”
Manager ebar bollo
“Aha, sheta niye chinta korte hobe na… Sheta amader bishoy…” bole, ebar ma ke haat dhore stage er dike tante laglo… Ami r ki korbo? Emni taal… Tar upor, konoi poth nap eye, ebar ma ke ekhaneo daan korlam…
Ma ebar stage e uthiye manager bollo
“Aaj humare, naya lead dancer ki shuruwaad hogi… Ek jor seh taliya dijiye!” Bole, mayer pachay ekta chor marlo… Amar majh boyoshi dudhwali ma… She kina, ebhabe stage e utheche nachar jonno… R tar pachay kina haat dey, hotel er manager…
Tobe, ma eta bujhchilo, manager er haate ei lanchonai aaj rater shesh lanchona noy… Ta, ebar jore ekta party song shuru holo… R ma just bikini pore r sarong pore, dariye thaklo... Ebar manager bollo
“Apni na nachle, apnar chele ke amra bedhe rakhbo…” Ma ebar puro nirupay… Ebar aste aste nacher tale move korte laglo… Edike, bolte gele kono customer chilo na… Jei, ma stage e uthe, ektu dola shuru korlo, tokhoni du char jon lok eshe boshlo mayer shamne… Bollo
“hum toh use kabhi nehi dekha…” bole ebar ma ke bollo
“Tu toh bohot mast maal hain re! Naach meri rani , naach!”
Ebar ma arektu jore nacha shuru korlo… Aro du charte lok eshe boshlo mayer shamne… Ta ebar manager mayer haate ek glass mod diye bollo
“Eta kheye nin… Tahole easy hobe…”
“Dorkar nei…” nachte nachte bollo ma…
“Na… Khaan…” bole, shaddhte laglo… Edike, mayer customer ra bollo
“Ise pee le…”
“Pee le Pee Le!!!” bole chillate laglo… Tokhon ma r ki korbe? Gile fello mod khana… Tarpor, abar naste laglo… Bujhte parlam, mayer bhaloi dhoreche… Ma bolte gele ektu taal hoyei nachte laglo… Amar ma… Tar bishal bishal dudh jora jhakiye… Bishal bishal pacha duliye… Nachte laglo… Kintu sarong er jonno emon ekta pacha thik moto dekhte parche na… Tai ekta buro… Boyosh hobe 50 er kacha kachi… Ebar mayer sarong dhore taan dite thaklo… Ma shore jete lagleo parlo na… Amay jore jore daaklo….
“Suhil… Baacha…” Kintu emon ekta show te amio moja peye gelam… Ami ebar doure stage e uthlam… Uthe bollam
“Aap log yeh gaand dekhne chahte hain?”
“Haa!!! Haa!!! Haa!!!” bole chillate thaklo… Ami tokhon besh drunk… Tai, amiyo drunk obosthay kheyal korlam, je dosh ponerojon customer hoye geche… Amiyo ebar darun utshahe mayer sarong er fite taan diye khule customerder dike chure dilam… R mayer bishal bishal pacha jugol prokkassho pelo… Shudhu ek tukro chikon bikini bottom chara ar kichiu nei… Ta, amar ma ektu lojja pabar bhaan korlo… Kintu amar khanki magi maa… Je besshyakhanay giye oporichito low class lokjon der choda khete pare, taar jonne etakono bishoyi naa…. Tar poreo, amar mayer ektu lojja thakte hobe na? Tai, she shundor kore amay bollo
“Ebar tor ma ke ulongo korchish shobar shamne?” Kintu eta shune ami aro horny hoye gelam…Ami ebar stage e thaka obosthay ma ke lip kiss korlam shobar shamne… R shobai chilliye uthlo! Mayer pachay ebar ami haat diye chotkate laglam… R lokjon puro tho hoye dekhte laglo… Ekhane shudhu meyera skimpy dress pore nache… Kintu, emon bhabe strip tease mone hoy age kokhono hoy ni… Mayo ebar moder neshay besh jore jorei pacha jhakiye nachte laglo… Edike, amio stage er shamne thaka koekta customer er kach theke tader glass chiniye aro koek peg gillam…
Edike manager chilliye bollo
“Aap log sirf nach dekhenge ya kuch denge bhi?” ebar ek lok, pocket theke 100 takar note ber kore, mayer dike uriye uriye bollo
“Naach meri rani!!! Naacch!!!” mao ebar taka peye aro jore jore naachte laglo! Edike, or dekha dekhi, baki lokjon o, jar kache jei note chilo, ber kore keo 500 takar note, keo 1000 takar note ber kore taka urate laglo… R ma aro jore duliye duliye neche jete laglo… Edike, arekjon customer amar dike bollo
“Sirf isse kaam nehi chalega… Aur kuch toh dekhaiye!!!” ami, ebar bollam
“Kaun se yala dekhna chahte hain aap? Upar ya niche?” Ebar shobai ektu bhabnay porlo… je magir oto bishal bishal dud her tanki ache… Tar toh dudh na dekhe thaka jay na…. Kintu, pacha duto jeno duto bishal bishal pepe… Shetao ki na dekhe thaka jay? Ebar ek ek jon bollo
“Uske chaati dekhaiye! Chaati!” edike, arekjon bollo
“Rendi ki gaand dekhaiye gaand!!”
Ami bujhe uthte parlam na ki korbo? Edike, Noren r Chotu bebshay neme geche… Side e ekjon seth chilo… Sethjir kache giye Chotu bollo
“Memshaheb ke hum chinte hain… Yoh hamara memshahib hain…”
Eta shune seth ebar tar manager er kane kane ki jani bollo… Er por, abar kane kane shune chotu ke bollo
“Ta, memshahib ke chaati dikhne chahiye…”
“Is liye…” ebar chotu haate taakar ishara korlo… Seth hashlo… Bollo
“Kitne mein hoga?”
Chotu ebar haater paach dekhalo…
“Paach so?” Chotu ebar heshe bollo
“Paach hazaar…” Seth ebar ha kore takiye bollo
“5 hazaar mein toh usko main kharid sakta hoon…”
“Huzur, iske badan special hain… Ispishal maal hain yeh…” Ebar seth taka ber kore bollo
“Thik hain… Yeh lon..” bole chotur haate paach hazar takar bundle diye debe seth… Edike, Noren dao, beparta kheyal korlo… Ta, she keno boshe thakbe? Tokhon sheo pashe ek seth boshe chilo, take deke bollo
“Sethji, aapko yeeh waali maal kaisi laga?”
“Bohot khoob… Bohot khoob…”
“Kaunsi cheese acchi laaga?”
“Uske gaand… Itne bara gaand… Kya mast hain ji…”
“Aapko kya uske gaand nangi dekhna hain?”
“Haa… ha… Kyun nehi?”
“Main toh uski aadmi hoon… To aap kitna denge gaand nangi dekhne ki liye?”
“Main tumhe do hazaar dungi…”
“Do nehi… Pure dash… Pure dash…” Noren heshe bole… Seth bole
“Itne mahenga hain?”
“Ha… Yeh toh koi aam gaand nehi… Kitni bariya cheese hain dekhe aapne?”
Seth ebar heshe Noren er haate aat hazar diye bollo
“Yeh lon… yeh rakhlo… Aur uske nagi bhosaad dikhne chahiye…” Noren ebar khushi khushi hoye stage e gelo… Giye Ma ke bollo
“Memshaheb, apni joldi apnar bikini bottom ta khulun…”
“Keno noren?” ma tokhon adha taal… Noren ebar ma ke r kichui bollo na… Stage e uthe, ebar ma ke ulto kore ghuriye, mayer pod khana haat rekhe bollo
“Yeh waale, gaand aplog dekhenge kya?”
Jonotar majhe tokhon haa… haa… pore jay… Ebar noren haat bariye bole
“To mujhe paise do… Main dikhaungi aapko!!!” Lok jon toh mayer pacha dekhar jonno paagol… Karakari kore taka dite thake… Jaar kache jaa thake… R Noren taka haatre haatre nite thake… Edike, Chotu dekhe, tar dada beshi bebsha korche... She giye bole tar seth ke…
“Seth… Yeh paise aap rakh dijiye…”
“Kyun?”
“Uske gaand dikhane ki liye yoh seth 8 hazar rapaiya diya hain… Toh aap ki pach hazar main kuch negi hoga…”
“Kya baak rahi hon tum? Kyun nehi chalega?”
“Uske rate bar gayi hain… 10 ki niche kaam nehi hoga…”
“10???”
“Ha… 10 ya, kaam khatam…” Seth ebar stage e takalo… Noren ebar amay deke tokhon kaane kaane bollo
“Dada, memshaheb er pachata ektu dekhiye din na… Lokjon eto kore chaiche!!!” totokhone, ami aro 4 peg merechi modh… Puroi taal… ta, ami ebar hashte haste mayer bikini bottom er suto dhore taan dilaam… R mayer bikini bottom ta dui side diye khule porlo… Kintu mayer pachar bhaaj er majhe khanik ta aat ke thakle… Lokjon bollo
“Yeh Kya? Nangi chahiye… Nangi!” Ebar oder moddhe ekjon lafiye uthe data diye kamriye oi bikini bottom ta taan dey… R mayer pachar bhaajer majh khan theke bikini bottom ta khoshe pore… R mayer bishal bishal lod lode pacha prokassho hoy! Lok jon puroi ha kore takiye thhake… jeno eto shundor pod tara jonme dekheni! Edike, club er lokjon, ekta shei item number chare… R ami ebar mayer pachay chapor mere boli
“Naacho maa!! Naacho!!!” Ebar ma obhabei pacha duliye duliye naachte thake! R lokjon mayer pachar duluno dekhe haa kore moja nite thake… Ei shob jokhon Seth dekhlo…
Eto bishaal pacha… Eto chomotkar pacha… Tar dudh khana kemon chomotkar hobe? Ebar Chotur dike takiye tar haate aro 5 hazar taka dhoriye bollo
“Jao mere laal… Dikhao mujhe uske chaati! Jao!” Chotu ebar doure giye stage e uthe… Uthei, amay aro 2 shot tequila khaiye bole
“Babu… Amar mone hoy ekhon memshaheb er dudh duto Jodi dekhaten…”
“Keno?”
“Lokjon eto kore chacche… Ta chara, pacha dekhiyechen memshaheber… Dudh na dekhale toh hoy na, ki bolen?”
Ami tokhon ki korbo? Eke neshay taal… Tar upor, oi obostha… Ami, ebar mayer kache gelam… ma tokhon gaan er taale taale, pacha duliye duliye lokjonder moja dicche… Ebar ami giye mayer pachay thappor mere ma ke ghuriye pechon theke mayer dudh duto ojon korar moto kore bollam
“Itne bare dudh ki factory ki aap logone koi bhi dekha?”
“Nehi… nehi!!” lokjon chillay uthe…
“dekhiye!!!” bole, ebar ami mayer bikinir dori khule fellam… R mayer bishaal bishaal dudh duto prokaash pelo…. Eto bishal bishal dudh nishchoi keo age dekheni… Shobai haa kore takiye thaklo… ma bollo
“ki korchish?”
“Tomar bishal bishal dudh dekhachi…”
“Kintu ebhabe?”
“Aha… Ma….” Ami tokhon mayer dudh niye khelchi… Puroi taal stage e… R edike, duto sethi khushi… Ekjon, dudh er jonno taka dhele prappo moja peyeche… R arekjon pod khana dekhe chokhhu tonokgaach…
Ebar prothom seth Chotu ke deke bollo
“Chaati toh dekhi… Aur kya dikhaogi tum?”
“Aap kya uske dudh pini hain?”
“Dudh?”
“ha… DUdh…. Pini hain ya nehi….”
“Jaroor… Jaroor…”
“Toh, 15 hazar parega…”
“Kya?”
“Ha… Ispicial maal hain… Ispicial rate bhi hain…”
Ebar sether mathay haat… Eto boro dudh dekhar jonno eto… Kintu ekhon toh na kheleo koshto! Bollo
“15 bohot mahanga hain…”
“Uske dudh bhi bohot mehenga parega… Le lijiye… Yarna yoh seth usko kharid lenge…”
Ebar Seth er dhakka laglo… She bollo
“yeh lo… Aur jaldi use yaha le ao…”
Chotu ebar cash peye toh shei khushi… Ebar she amay kache tene bole
“Dada, oi Seth na memshaheb ke tar shathe boshte bolche…”
“Keno? Keno? Keno?”
“Ektu kotha bolbe…”
“Ki kotha? Ki kOTha? Kotha?”
“Private bollo babu…”
“Private???” ebar make bollam
“ma… Jao toh… Seth daakche… Seth… Dakche…” Amar signar green… Tai, ebar Chotu mayer haat dhore taan te taante oi set her kache ma ke niye gelo… Tarpor, shobar shamne Seth ke bollo
“aapki maal haazir…” Seth ebar age du chokh bhore mayer dudh duto dekhe nilo… Dekhe, mayer ekta dudh er dike takiye bollo
“Isme se kya dudh nikalti hain?”
“Chooske dekhe jara…” Chotu bole… Seth ebar or mukhe pure debar sign dilo… R Chotu ma kichu bujhe othar agei, mayer ekta bishal dud her tanki dhore dilo seth er mukhe… Seth toh chushte laglo… R tar mukh bhore gelo gorom dudhe… Edike, seth er ek lok arekta dudh e haat dite gele chotu haate bari mere bole
“Yeh waali toh kharidne hoge…”
“Kya?”
“Ha… Tumhare seth toh sirf ekwali kharidli hain… Yoh wali toh nehi kharida…”
Lokjon haa kore takiye ache… Edike, onno seth er o lobh holo… She Noren ke deke bollo
“Yoh kaun hain?”
“meri bhai sahib…”
“usko yeha paar bulao…” Noren ebar chotu ke shamne niye ashlo… Chotu ebar bollo
“Boliye huzur…”
“Mereko bhi yoh waali dudh chahiye…”
“Kyun nehi… Kyun nehi…”
“Kitne parega?”
“Sirf 20…”
“Magar yoh toh 15 se liye…”
“Yoh toh chaati dikhane ke liye paise diye…”
“Main toh gaand dikhane ke liye paise de chuke hoon…”
“Aapke liye then ek offer hain…”
“Kya offer?”
“Memshahib ke gaand bhi ap taste kar sakenge… Dudh bhi aapka… Gaand ke saath khelneki bhi aapko permission milega…”
“Bohot khub… 20 mein?”
“Nehi… Pure 30 parenge…”
“30 hazaar?”
“Ha… Yeh toh aapke liye ispicial rate!”
“Bohot kimti hain re yaar…”
“Maal bhi mullovaan hain…” Ei seth shudhe ekta dudh khacche… R ei seth dudh o khabe, pod niyeo khelbe… Ei dekhe, toh seth r lobh shamlate parlo na… Bollo
“Yeh lon paise… Mujhe mere maal do…” Ebar Chotu mayer dud hoi set her mukh theke ber kore ma ke niye jete laglo… Seth bollo
“Mereko toh yoh waali dudh khaneka hain…”
“Yoh toh yoh Seth kharid liye hain…”
“Kya?”
“Ha…”
“Magar… Magar...” Chotu totokhone, make tene oi set her kole boshiye dilo… Seth er kole boshiye bollo
“Huzur, aapke maal delivery ho gayi…” Oi seth ebar intact dudher tanki ta mukhe pure khete laglo….
Dada ra... Kichu shomoshyar karone Habluraam da tar mojar update ta delete kore feleche.... Amar asholei afsos hocche, karon habluraam story ta ke ekta onno level e niye jacchilo... Jai hok, ami jekhane chere chilam, shekhan theke update korchi abar.... Ta, jate apnader bujhte shubidha hoy, shei jonne, ami bar er ongsho ta ke abar repost korchi... Ebong er por, amar update ta add kore dicchi...
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Ta, sharadin journey r beach e chodon er por, amra shobai ektu tired… Tai, amra r na ghora ghuri kore, hotel e ferot chollam… Ta, ami ma r baba ek room e uthechi… R chotu r noren arek room e… Ta, dhuktei baba bollo
“Suhil… Room service e order de… Khabar diye jete bol…” Ma tokhon bollo
“Room service keno… Cholo, oder shunechi shundor ekta restaurant ache… Okhane giyei khai… Ghore boshe boshe khabo, eta kemon kotha?”
“Aha… Raat beje geche pray atta…”
“Oh… Ha… Tahole, toh tomar ghumanor shomoy hoye geche… Doctor toh boleche, tomay attar bhetore ghumiye porte… Tahole, tomar khabar ta ghore pathiye dicchi… R Ami r Suhil giye restaurant theke kheye ashi…”
“Kintu tomar toh jamakapor nei… Ei pore ber hobe ki bhabe?”
“Ki bolcho baba? Ebhabe ber hole ki shomoshya?”
“Ki shomoshya mane? Khali bikini pore ki tor ma ghure berabe?”
“Ha… Ei trip e toh ma shudhu bikinie porbe… Thik na ma?”
“Tora Jodi bolish, tahole r ki korar…”
“Kintu, ebhabe…”
“Aha… Ekhane ebhabei toh ghure beray shobai... R ta chara, ma ke ebhabei shundor lagche… Tai na bolo baba?”
“Kintu…. Kintu ebhabe ekjon bibahito mohila…”
“Kono shomoshya nei… Tumi ghumao… Bole, ebar ami r ma beriye porlam… Berotei dekhi Noren r Chotu room er baire dariye ache… Ta, ami ebar bollam
“Cholo dada ra… Restaurant e kheye ashi…” Chotu ebar bollo
“Ekhankar restaurant ta kemon jani… Boy er kach theke shunlam, ektu dure ekta khabar hotel ache… Okhane bole khabar onek bhalo…”
“Tahole shekhanei cholo…”
Ebar amra 4 jon gelam shei khabar hotel e… Ta, signboard dekhlam, special bar and restaurant… Ta bhablam, nishchoi kono special kichu ache… Dhuke toh amra tho hoye gelam… R shathe shathe ma bollo
“Baba… Chol ekhan theke beroi…”
Kintu omon poribeshe dhuke ki ber hote icche kore? Dekhi, eta ashole ekta nacher bar… Khodder ra niche boshe ache… R stage e meye gulo, khali bikini pore nacche… R onno dike, khabar serve kora hocche… Chotu ebar bollo
“Dada, ekhane ki hocche?”
“Eta ekta nacher bar… Chol boshi…” Ma edike bollo
“Kintu ebhabe… Ami meye manush hoye ei hotel e…” Ami bollam
“Aha… Thakoi na… Amra tin jon chele manush achi… Tomar eto chinta keno?” bole ebar ma ke niye ekta table e boshlam… Hotel er boy toh puroi tho… Tara, emon jinish age kokhono dekheni… Je ek mohila manush… Tar upor, just ekta bikini pore, bharoti mohila ebhabe ekhane… Tar upor tar shathe aro tin ta lok… Shob guloi bhoja jacche tar theke minimum 10 bochor er choto… Ta, ora eshei amader jigesha korlo, ki khabo amra… Amra khabar order dilam… Ta, tokhon waiter bollo
“Aap log kaun si drink lenge?”
“Kaunsi hain?”
“Hum yaha par toh sirf foreign liquor serve karte hain… Kaunsi lenge aap?”
“Humko toh maalum nehi….”
“Aap log yeh yala lijiye…. Bohot bariye hain…” bole, waiter chole gelo… Kichukhon por, khabar r cognac ta niye ashlo… Botol ta dekhei bojha jacchilo, cognac prochur dami r strong hobe…
Ta, amra khawa shuru korlam… Khete khete Noren da bollo
“Babu, eta ki khawa jabe?” cognac er dike point korlo…
“Ha… Nao…” bole ami khule dilam oke… R o amay r oke kichuta serve kore dilo… Edike, Chotu bollo
“Aha dada… Babu ki tomar moto naki? Eto kom khele ki ar hoy? Dada ke aro khawao!” bole, amar glass aro koek peg dhele dilo ek shathe… Ma badha dite gelo… Bollo
“Eto khaashna… Tui kintu mataal hoye jabi…” Edike, Chotu bollo
“Aha babu… Apni chinta niben na… Amra achi… Apni kheye jaan…” bole, ebar amay utshaho dilo… Chotur dekha dekhi, Noren dao utshaho dilo… Amaya r pay ke? Besh cognac ta chilo… Ami dui chumukei char peg dhele fellam… Edike, Chotu shesh hote na hotei aro 4 peg dhele dilo amar glass e… Bollo
“Babu, arektu kheye nin… Bhalo lagche na bolun?” bole, nijeo ektu dhele niye chekhe dekhlo… Ebhabe, 3-4 peg kore Chotu amay icche moto serve kore dite laglo…. R amayo keo thamanor chilo na… Edike, ar 2 glass shesh kortei, dekhi botol shesh... Ma ebar amay bollo
“Thaak… Onek hoyeche… Ebar chol bari jai…” Tokhon Chotu bollo
“Aha… Raat toh shobe shuru… Arekta botol shesh kori cholun babu… Khub moja hobe!” bole ebar waiter ke daklo…. Waiter o tar nijer dhanday besto… Bollo
“Babu… Aur ek bottle lijiye… Yeh bohot acche wali, hain…” bole arekta botol diye gelo… Dekhi, eta whiskey… Bairer maal… Tai, dhok dhokiye aro koek peg kheye fellam… Ma thamate cheshta korlo… Tai Chotu bollo
“Babu, memshaheb keo ektu khilan… Tahole memshaheb o moja pabe… R badha dibe na…”
Ma ei shune palate gelo… Kintu tar agei, Chotu shokto kore dhore fello ma ke… R ami ektu jor korei ma ke mod tuku khaiye dilam… Ma chup chap ebar boshe porlo… Bujhlo, kichu korar nei… 10 minute er moddhei dekhi, ei botol khanao shesh… R amar shathe shathe mao ektu ektu kore mod chekheche…
Ta, ebar waiter ashlo… Eshe bollo
“Sirji… Apki bill hain 31,290 rupaiya… Aap special guest hain, is liye 30,000 dene parega…” Eta shune toh ami bolte gele akaash thekei porlam… Amader shathe borojor 4,000 taka ache... Oto taka debo ki kore?
Waiter bollo
“Aap yeh bill kaise denge? Cash ya cheque mein?”
Ami ebar puroi bipode… Ami bollam
“Aur kuch way hain, payment karne ki?”
“Yeh toh mujhe maluum nehi… Magar, ha… Aap manager sahib ke saath jarur baat kijiye… Yoh aapko koi aur way bata dega…” Bole ebar bhetore giye manager shaheb ke deke niye ashlo… Manager shaheb dekhi, bhanga bhange bangla bolte pare… 10 kolkatay chilo…
“Dekhun, apnader bill ta cash e dilei bhalo hoy… Kintu apnader Jodi kono shomoshya thake, tobe apnara chequeo pay korle shomoshya nei…”
“Dekhun dada… Amader toh ektu shomoshya ache… Hoyeche ki, amra age emon jaygay khete ashi ni toh… Tai, jani na kemon bill ashe… Ekhon amader shathe toh oto taka nei… ta, eta aste dhire kistite…”
“Dada, ki je bolechen na? Kistite ki hotel er bill deoya jay? Apnara saaf saaf hotel er bill din… Nahole, apnader khobor ache…”
“Dada, apnake toh bollami… Kintu, ekhon toh kichui korar nei… Onno kono bhabe Jodi…” ebar manager mayer dike takalo… Bollo
“Ekta upay ache… Tomar shathe ei mohila ta ke?”
“Ini amar maa…”
“Bolcho ki? Tomar ma ke ektu uthe darate bolo…” ma ebar obaak hoye bollo
“Keno? Uthe darate hobe keno?”
“Na… Bolchi… Age daran na…” ma ebar uthe daralo… R manager ebar ghure ghure ma ke dekhlo… Dekhe bollo
“Amar kache, ekta upay ache, ei payment shomponno kore debar…”
“Ki?”
“Tomar ma ke diye ekhane dance korate hobe… Amader lead dancer ta aaj ektu oshustho… Tai, tomar ma ek kaaj chelate hobe…”
“Kintu, ebhabe…”
Edike, Chotu r Noren bolte laglo “Sahib, aar toh kono upay nei…. Memshaheb ke bolun eta korte…” Ebar ma bolllo
“Kintu ami toh nacher kichui pari na…”
Manager ebar bollo
“Aha, sheta niye chinta korte hobe na… Sheta amader bishoy…” bole, ebar ma ke haat dhore stage er dike tante laglo… Ami r ki korbo? Emni taal… Tar upor, konoi poth nap eye, ebar ma ke ekhaneo daan korlam…
Ma ebar stage e uthiye manager bollo
“Aaj humare, naya lead dancer ki shuruwaad hogi… Ek jor seh taliya dijiye!” Bole, mayer pachay ekta chor marlo… Amar majh boyoshi dudhwali ma… She kina, ebhabe stage e utheche nachar jonno… R tar pachay kina haat dey, hotel er manager…
Tobe, ma eta bujhchilo, manager er haate ei lanchonai aaj rater shesh lanchona noy… Ta, ebar jore ekta party song shuru holo… R ma just bikini pore r sarong pore, dariye thaklo... Ebar manager bollo
“Apni na nachle, apnar chele ke amra bedhe rakhbo…” Ma ebar puro nirupay… Ebar aste aste nacher tale move korte laglo… Edike, bolte gele kono customer chilo na… Jei, ma stage e uthe, ektu dola shuru korlo, tokhoni du char jon lok eshe boshlo mayer shamne… Bollo
“hum toh use kabhi nehi dekha…” bole ebar ma ke bollo
“Tu toh bohot mast maal hain re! Naach meri rani , naach!”
Ebar ma arektu jore nacha shuru korlo… Aro du charte lok eshe boshlo mayer shamne… Ta ebar manager mayer haate ek glass mod diye bollo
“Eta kheye nin… Tahole easy hobe…”
“Dorkar nei…” nachte nachte bollo ma…
“Na… Khaan…” bole, shaddhte laglo… Edike, mayer customer ra bollo
“Ise pee le…”
“Pee le Pee Le!!!” bole chillate laglo… Tokhon ma r ki korbe? Gile fello mod khana… Tarpor, abar naste laglo… Bujhte parlam, mayer bhaloi dhoreche… Ma bolte gele ektu taal hoyei nachte laglo… Amar ma… Tar bishal bishal dudh jora jhakiye… Bishal bishal pacha duliye… Nachte laglo… Kintu sarong er jonno emon ekta pacha thik moto dekhte parche na… Tai ekta buro… Boyosh hobe 50 er kacha kachi… Ebar mayer sarong dhore taan dite thaklo… Ma shore jete lagleo parlo na… Amay jore jore daaklo….
“Suhil… Baacha…” Kintu emon ekta show te amio moja peye gelam… Ami ebar doure stage e uthlam… Uthe bollam
“Aap log yeh gaand dekhne chahte hain?”
“Haa!!! Haa!!! Haa!!!” bole chillate thaklo… Ami tokhon besh drunk… Tai, amiyo drunk obosthay kheyal korlam, je dosh ponerojon customer hoye geche… Amiyo ebar darun utshahe mayer sarong er fite taan diye khule customerder dike chure dilam… R mayer bishal bishal pacha jugol prokkassho pelo… Shudhu ek tukro chikon bikini bottom chara ar kichiu nei… Ta, amar ma ektu lojja pabar bhaan korlo… Kintu amar khanki magi maa… Je besshyakhanay giye oporichito low class lokjon der choda khete pare, taar jonne etakono bishoyi naa…. Tar poreo, amar mayer ektu lojja thakte hobe na? Tai, she shundor kore amay bollo
“Ebar tor ma ke ulongo korchish shobar shamne?” Kintu eta shune ami aro horny hoye gelam…Ami ebar stage e thaka obosthay ma ke lip kiss korlam shobar shamne… R shobai chilliye uthlo! Mayer pachay ebar ami haat diye chotkate laglam… R lokjon puro tho hoye dekhte laglo… Ekhane shudhu meyera skimpy dress pore nache… Kintu, emon bhabe strip tease mone hoy age kokhono hoy ni… Mayo ebar moder neshay besh jore jorei pacha jhakiye nachte laglo… Edike, amio stage er shamne thaka koekta customer er kach theke tader glass chiniye aro koek peg gillam…
Edike manager chilliye bollo
“Aap log sirf nach dekhenge ya kuch denge bhi?” ebar ek lok, pocket theke 100 takar note ber kore, mayer dike uriye uriye bollo
“Naach meri rani!!! Naacch!!!” mao ebar taka peye aro jore jore naachte laglo! Edike, or dekha dekhi, baki lokjon o, jar kache jei note chilo, ber kore keo 500 takar note, keo 1000 takar note ber kore taka urate laglo… R ma aro jore duliye duliye neche jete laglo… Edike, arekjon customer amar dike bollo
“Sirf isse kaam nehi chalega… Aur kuch toh dekhaiye!!!” ami, ebar bollam
“Kaun se yala dekhna chahte hain aap? Upar ya niche?” Ebar shobai ektu bhabnay porlo… je magir oto bishal bishal dud her tanki ache… Tar toh dudh na dekhe thaka jay na…. Kintu, pacha duto jeno duto bishal bishal pepe… Shetao ki na dekhe thaka jay? Ebar ek ek jon bollo
“Uske chaati dekhaiye! Chaati!” edike, arekjon bollo
“Rendi ki gaand dekhaiye gaand!!”
Ami bujhe uthte parlam na ki korbo? Edike, Noren r Chotu bebshay neme geche… Side e ekjon seth chilo… Sethjir kache giye Chotu bollo
“Memshaheb ke hum chinte hain… Yoh hamara memshahib hain…”
Eta shune seth ebar tar manager er kane kane ki jani bollo… Er por, abar kane kane shune chotu ke bollo
“Ta, memshahib ke chaati dikhne chahiye…”
“Is liye…” ebar chotu haate taakar ishara korlo… Seth hashlo… Bollo
“Kitne mein hoga?”
Chotu ebar haater paach dekhalo…
“Paach so?” Chotu ebar heshe bollo
“Paach hazaar…” Seth ebar ha kore takiye bollo
“5 hazaar mein toh usko main kharid sakta hoon…”
“Huzur, iske badan special hain… Ispishal maal hain yeh…” Ebar seth taka ber kore bollo
“Thik hain… Yeh lon..” bole chotur haate paach hazar takar bundle diye debe seth… Edike, Noren dao, beparta kheyal korlo… Ta, she keno boshe thakbe? Tokhon sheo pashe ek seth boshe chilo, take deke bollo
“Sethji, aapko yeeh waali maal kaisi laga?”
“Bohot khoob… Bohot khoob…”
“Kaunsi cheese acchi laaga?”
“Uske gaand… Itne bara gaand… Kya mast hain ji…”
“Aapko kya uske gaand nangi dekhna hain?”
“Haa… ha… Kyun nehi?”
“Main toh uski aadmi hoon… To aap kitna denge gaand nangi dekhne ki liye?”
“Main tumhe do hazaar dungi…”
“Do nehi… Pure dash… Pure dash…” Noren heshe bole… Seth bole
“Itne mahenga hain?”
“Ha… Yeh toh koi aam gaand nehi… Kitni bariya cheese hain dekhe aapne?”
Seth ebar heshe Noren er haate aat hazar diye bollo
“Yeh lon… yeh rakhlo… Aur uske nagi bhosaad dikhne chahiye…” Noren ebar khushi khushi hoye stage e gelo… Giye Ma ke bollo
“Memshaheb, apni joldi apnar bikini bottom ta khulun…”
“Keno noren?” ma tokhon adha taal… Noren ebar ma ke r kichui bollo na… Stage e uthe, ebar ma ke ulto kore ghuriye, mayer pod khana haat rekhe bollo
“Yeh waale, gaand aplog dekhenge kya?”
Jonotar majhe tokhon haa… haa… pore jay… Ebar noren haat bariye bole
“To mujhe paise do… Main dikhaungi aapko!!!” Lok jon toh mayer pacha dekhar jonno paagol… Karakari kore taka dite thake… Jaar kache jaa thake… R Noren taka haatre haatre nite thake… Edike, Chotu dekhe, tar dada beshi bebsha korche... She giye bole tar seth ke…
“Seth… Yeh paise aap rakh dijiye…”
“Kyun?”
“Uske gaand dikhane ki liye yoh seth 8 hazar rapaiya diya hain… Toh aap ki pach hazar main kuch negi hoga…”
“Kya baak rahi hon tum? Kyun nehi chalega?”
“Uske rate bar gayi hain… 10 ki niche kaam nehi hoga…”
“10???”
“Ha… 10 ya, kaam khatam…” Seth ebar stage e takalo… Noren ebar amay deke tokhon kaane kaane bollo
“Dada, memshaheb er pachata ektu dekhiye din na… Lokjon eto kore chaiche!!!” totokhone, ami aro 4 peg merechi modh… Puroi taal… ta, ami ebar hashte haste mayer bikini bottom er suto dhore taan dilaam… R mayer bikini bottom ta dui side diye khule porlo… Kintu mayer pachar bhaaj er majhe khanik ta aat ke thakle… Lokjon bollo
“Yeh Kya? Nangi chahiye… Nangi!” Ebar oder moddhe ekjon lafiye uthe data diye kamriye oi bikini bottom ta taan dey… R mayer pachar bhaajer majh khan theke bikini bottom ta khoshe pore… R mayer bishal bishal lod lode pacha prokassho hoy! Lok jon puroi ha kore takiye thhake… jeno eto shundor pod tara jonme dekheni! Edike, club er lokjon, ekta shei item number chare… R ami ebar mayer pachay chapor mere boli
“Naacho maa!! Naacho!!!” Ebar ma obhabei pacha duliye duliye naachte thake! R lokjon mayer pachar duluno dekhe haa kore moja nite thake… Ei shob jokhon Seth dekhlo…
Eto bishaal pacha… Eto chomotkar pacha… Tar dudh khana kemon chomotkar hobe? Ebar Chotur dike takiye tar haate aro 5 hazar taka dhoriye bollo
“Jao mere laal… Dikhao mujhe uske chaati! Jao!” Chotu ebar doure giye stage e uthe… Uthei, amay aro 2 shot tequila khaiye bole
“Babu… Amar mone hoy ekhon memshaheb er dudh duto Jodi dekhaten…”
“Keno?”
“Lokjon eto kore chacche… Ta chara, pacha dekhiyechen memshaheber… Dudh na dekhale toh hoy na, ki bolen?”
Ami tokhon ki korbo? Eke neshay taal… Tar upor, oi obostha… Ami, ebar mayer kache gelam… ma tokhon gaan er taale taale, pacha duliye duliye lokjonder moja dicche… Ebar ami giye mayer pachay thappor mere ma ke ghuriye pechon theke mayer dudh duto ojon korar moto kore bollam
“Itne bare dudh ki factory ki aap logone koi bhi dekha?”
“Nehi… nehi!!” lokjon chillay uthe…
“dekhiye!!!” bole, ebar ami mayer bikinir dori khule fellam… R mayer bishaal bishaal dudh duto prokaash pelo…. Eto bishal bishal dudh nishchoi keo age dekheni… Shobai haa kore takiye thaklo… ma bollo
“ki korchish?”
“Tomar bishal bishal dudh dekhachi…”
“Kintu ebhabe?”
“Aha… Ma….” Ami tokhon mayer dudh niye khelchi… Puroi taal stage e… R edike, duto sethi khushi… Ekjon, dudh er jonno taka dhele prappo moja peyeche… R arekjon pod khana dekhe chokhhu tonokgaach…
Ebar prothom seth Chotu ke deke bollo
“Chaati toh dekhi… Aur kya dikhaogi tum?”
“Aap kya uske dudh pini hain?”
“Dudh?”
“ha… DUdh…. Pini hain ya nehi….”
“Jaroor… Jaroor…”
“Toh, 15 hazar parega…”
“Kya?”
“Ha… Ispicial maal hain… Ispicial rate bhi hain…”
Ebar sether mathay haat… Eto boro dudh dekhar jonno eto… Kintu ekhon toh na kheleo koshto! Bollo
“15 bohot mahanga hain…”
“Uske dudh bhi bohot mehenga parega… Le lijiye… Yarna yoh seth usko kharid lenge…”
Ebar Seth er dhakka laglo… She bollo
“yeh lo… Aur jaldi use yaha le ao…”
Chotu ebar cash peye toh shei khushi… Ebar she amay kache tene bole
“Dada, oi Seth na memshaheb ke tar shathe boshte bolche…”
“Keno? Keno? Keno?”
“Ektu kotha bolbe…”
“Ki kotha? Ki kOTha? Kotha?”
“Private bollo babu…”
“Private???” ebar make bollam
“ma… Jao toh… Seth daakche… Seth… Dakche…” Amar signar green… Tai, ebar Chotu mayer haat dhore taan te taante oi set her kache ma ke niye gelo… Tarpor, shobar shamne Seth ke bollo
“aapki maal haazir…” Seth ebar age du chokh bhore mayer dudh duto dekhe nilo… Dekhe, mayer ekta dudh er dike takiye bollo
“Isme se kya dudh nikalti hain?”
“Chooske dekhe jara…” Chotu bole… Seth ebar or mukhe pure debar sign dilo… R Chotu ma kichu bujhe othar agei, mayer ekta bishal dud her tanki dhore dilo seth er mukhe… Seth toh chushte laglo… R tar mukh bhore gelo gorom dudhe… Edike, seth er ek lok arekta dudh e haat dite gele chotu haate bari mere bole
“Yeh waali toh kharidne hoge…”
“Kya?”
“Ha… Tumhare seth toh sirf ekwali kharidli hain… Yoh wali toh nehi kharida…”
Lokjon haa kore takiye ache… Edike, onno seth er o lobh holo… She Noren ke deke bollo
“Yoh kaun hain?”
“meri bhai sahib…”
“usko yeha paar bulao…” Noren ebar chotu ke shamne niye ashlo… Chotu ebar bollo
“Boliye huzur…”
“Mereko bhi yoh waali dudh chahiye…”
“Kyun nehi… Kyun nehi…”
“Kitne parega?”
“Sirf 20…”
“Magar yoh toh 15 se liye…”
“Yoh toh chaati dikhane ke liye paise diye…”
“Main toh gaand dikhane ke liye paise de chuke hoon…”
“Aapke liye then ek offer hain…”
“Kya offer?”
“Memshahib ke gaand bhi ap taste kar sakenge… Dudh bhi aapka… Gaand ke saath khelneki bhi aapko permission milega…”
“Bohot khub… 20 mein?”
“Nehi… Pure 30 parenge…”
“30 hazaar?”
“Ha… Yeh toh aapke liye ispicial rate!”
“Bohot kimti hain re yaar…”
“Maal bhi mullovaan hain…” Ei seth shudhe ekta dudh khacche… R ei seth dudh o khabe, pod niyeo khelbe… Ei dekhe, toh seth r lobh shamlate parlo na… Bollo
“Yeh lon paise… Mujhe mere maal do…” Ebar Chotu mayer dud hoi set her mukh theke ber kore ma ke niye jete laglo… Seth bollo
“Mereko toh yoh waali dudh khaneka hain…”
“Yoh toh yoh Seth kharid liye hain…”
“Kya?”
“Ha…”
“Magar… Magar...” Chotu totokhone, make tene oi set her kole boshiye dilo… Seth er kole boshiye bollo
“Huzur, aapke maal delivery ho gayi…” Oi seth ebar intact dudher tanki ta mukhe pure khete laglo….
Buro seth ebar, shobar shamne pachay haat diye mayer dudh chushe jetei laglo… R amar khanki magi ma, puro nogno hoye ebar oi ek buror haate tar bishal bishal ekta dudh mukhe pure khaiye jetei laglo.
Edike, arek buro seth er ki cheye cheye thakte icche kore? Sheo edike, noren ke deke bollo
“Suno beta… Mujhe bhi toh kuch chahiye…”
“Kya chahiye saab?”
“Mujhe bhi yoh cheese chahiye…”
“Magar, unetoh yoh kharidli hain…”
“Main bhi kharid sakta hoon…”
“Kaise…”
“Isse…” bole, seth taka ber korlo… Duto note bhorti taka… Ota dekhe toh Noren er r hush thaklo na… She Chotu ke bollo
“Shon… Ekta bebostha korte hobe re…”
“Ki?”
“Ektu manage korte hobe re…”
“Ki go dada?”
“Memshaheb ke…” Chotu ebar seth er takar bundle er dike takalo… Tar o chokh chok chok kore uthlo… Bollo
“Darao, ami bebostha korchi…”
Bole, ebar seth er kaaner kache giye bollo
“Yoh toh sirf khud ke haat se kaam chala rahi hain… Aap use behetar kuch le lenge?”
“Behetar kuch?” Ebar Seth er chokh chok chok kore uthlo… Chotu o bujhlo, lottery lege geche…
Ma ke ebar set her shuye dilo… Seth du haat diye mayer pachay dhore royeche…R amar ma paka gabhir moto tar jhulonto mai ekta set her muche chalan diyei rekheche… Edike, oi seth ebar eshe, mayer mukher shamne bara ta dhorlo… R mayer bojhar baki roilo na, ki korte ebar taka deoya hoyeche… Ma r kichu na bole, ebar seth er bara goladhokoron korlo… Goladhokoron korate seth er jeno matha noshto hoye gelo…
She mayer much ta chepe dhore, ma ke deep throat korate laglo… R oi dike, amar chokh porlo, mayer bhodar dike… Dekhi, mayer bhoda, chokh chokh korche… Hazaar hok, ami tar chele… Tai, ami mataal obosthatei bujhe fellam ki korte hobe… Doure, giye mayer bhoda chata shuru korlam…
Ek dike, ek set her dudh khela, ek dike deepthroat, r arek dike, chele tar bhoda chete daoya te tar r kichui laglo na… She totkhonat jol khoshalo… Edike, oi seth dekhlo, she shudhu haat diyei moja lutche… R arekjon nijer bara thik e chatiye niche…. Ebar she Chotu ke deke, kaan e kaane bollo
“Main kya saab kuch haat she karu kya?”
“ha… Apne toh yohi kehi pay kiya the na?”
“Mujhe aur kuch chahiye…”
“Kya?”
“Mujhe yoh chut chahiye… Chut…” Kintu totokhone tar chokh pore gelo amar dike… Ami totokhone, nijer bara ta set kore felechi mayer guder shamne… R kichui korar age, thapiye dhukiye dilam, jekhan theke ek kale ami beriyechilam…
Seth ebar chotur dike takalo… Chotu jeno arekta lottery jitte giyeo jitlo na… Tokhoni tar mathay idea khele gelo…
“Aap kea ur bhi ispishaal cheese hain…” Bole, sether angul ta bhore dilo mayer goyar ontorale... Seth er tokhoni chokh chok chok korte laglo… Seth r kichu korar agei, chotu bollo
“Pehele paisi… Fir maaza…”
Seth er side er lok ke ishara dilo… R ebar oi lok, chotur haate ekta cheque bhore dilo… Chotur r ki chai… Chotu ekebare godi chere dilo… R sethji ebar mayer pod e aste shuste bara ta ekebare gujei dilo…
Ek dike, chele gud marche… Arek dike dui ochena seth, jara taka diye tar mukh r pacha kine niyeche, ei dujon ke duto hole e bhore niye, ma r thakte parlo na… Jore rosh khoshalo… Ebhabe aro 20 minute cholte thaklo… Oi dike, obossho, baki ra bara ber kore ei drissho dekhe khichei parle maal fele… Noren r Chotu o baad jabe keno?
Amar expert khanki magi mayer gud, pod r mukher choyay amra r thakte parlam na… Bollam
“Ai magi… Ashche re…” bole, ebar ma gud theke bara ber kore fellam… Ebar ma ke hatur upor boshiye mayer dud her upor maal khicche khicche fellam… R seth ra ebar mayer mukhe bara guje maal charlo… Edike, bakidero obostha kharap… Ek ek kore, shobai mayer upor maal churlo shobai...Keo ba bishal bishal dudher tankir upor… Keo keo kopale… Keo keo ba gaale… R shei ojorsro maal e bhije gelo amar ma…
Maal chuye chuye tar shara ga bhore gelo… Ma o ei birjo snaan upobhog kore jeno porisranto…
Manager e jaa bill hoyechilo… Ta toh chuke geloi, ja taka utheche, ta diye ami aro du botol foreign mod khine ebar room er dike, rouna dilam char jon… Jabar age manager bollo
“Kaal abar chole ashben… Kaal…”
Amra jokhon bar theke ber holam, tokhon dekhi, puro elaka nishchup… Amra chup chap room e jabo bole thik korlam… Hotel guard ek pashe jhimocche… R amra chup chap tar pash diye chole elam… Room er kache jokhon elam, tokhoni hotat kore khub bomi ashlo… Ami side e olpo ektu bomio kore felechi… Ta, Noren da giye amake dhoreche… Dhore bolche,
“Babu apnar ekhoni room e jawa dorkar…”
“Ha… thik bolecho…” Tokhon ma bollo
“Ami ei obosthay dhukle toh shomoshya…”
“Ki shomoshya?”
“Shara gaye, mukhe maal niye ghore dhukle, tor baba ki bolbe?”
“Baba toh ghumiye ache…”
“Bola toh jay na… Jegeo thakte pare… Amake bairei haat mukh dhuye dhukte hobe…”
“Babu, amar mone memshaheb ke chaade je bishal choubaccha ache, shekhane taratari porishkar kora jabe…” Chotu tokhon bollo…
“Thik bolecho… Okhanei taratari hobe…” Ma o bollo…
“Thik ache… Cholo…” Chotu tokhon bollo
“Shaheb, apnar jabar dorkar nei… Amie jacchi… Apni room e giye araam korun…” Ta, Norenda ebar amay niye room e gelo.
Edike, Ma R chotu chade chole gelo, “snaan” korte… Room e dhukei dekhi dekhi, baba ghumacche… Dorja kholar awaj peyei baba ektu nore uthlo… Amra dujon tokhon taratari dhuke porlam… Ami baba pashe shuye portei, baba ghum er chokhei bollo
“Kire… Tora etokhon eshechish naki?”
“Na… Amra toh shuyei chilam…”
“Ta, tor ma kothay?”
Ei re mereche… Baba Jodi ekhon ma ke khoja shuru kore? Noren da tokhon shathe shathe katha muri diye amar pashe shuye porlo… Ami tokhon bollam
“Koi… Ma toh koto agei ghumiye geche… Amar pashei ghumiye… Baba ebar amader dike fire chokh pit pit kore dekhte laglo... Kintu dhorte parlo na… Ebara amar upor diye haat diye noren er gayer upor haat diye ghumiye porlo…
Noren da r ki korbe? Chup chap shuye theke theke ghumiye porlo… Amiyo dekha dekhi, ghumiye porlam…
Hotat ghum bhenge gelo… Dekhi, janala diye surjer norom alo eshe porche… ami chokh muche dekhi, shobe shokal hoyeche… Pashe firtei shob mone porlo…
Dekhi, amar pashe baba ghumiye ache… Kintu, Noren nei… Kheyal kore dekhi, shower e jol porar awaaj ashche… Kache giye dekhi, dorja halka faak kora… Bhetore je dekhlam, tate ami tho hoye gelam…
Ek side e jol pore jacche… R arek side e toilet seat e boshe ache Noren da… Tar shamne hatu gere boshe ache ma… R mayer matha norche… Bujhtei parchen amar khanki magi ma ki korche…
Ami onno dike hotat fire dekhi, baba norche… Babaro hoyto chokhe alo pore, ghum aste aste bhangche… Ami tai, Noren r ma ke jananor jonno washroom e dhuklam…
Noren dar konoi chinta nei… Shaheb er bedroom e tar bou ke lagacche pashe boshe… Othocho, chokh bondho kore khali amar dudhial nengto mayer mukh chepe dhorche tar dhoner upor…. Edike tar konoi chinta nei….
“Ma… Ma… Baba uthche…” eta bolar shathe shathei ma blowjob dewa bondhe kore amar dike takalo… Tokhoni shuni, khater khot khot awaaj… Bujhlam, ki hobe er por… Ami tai taratari shower er dorja lagiye fellam… Odike, tokhoni toka porlo babar…
“Kire… Shokal shokal shower niche ke?”
Ami ki bolbo… Tar agei ma bollo
“Ai… Shuno… Ami r Suhil ektu shower nicchi go… Ektu pore asho…”
“Kintu, amar khub posrap peyeche… Ektu dhukte dao…”
“Aha… Ki oshobbho… Ekhon tumi posrap korte amaderi washroomei dhukte hobe?”
“Keno? Ki shomoshya?” Ei toh bipod… Ami kichu bolbo… Tar agei, ma bollo
“Tumi borong, Chotuder washroom e jao… Ota toh free ache…”
“Ei bathroom e gele, ki shomoshya?”
“Aha… Ami ektu washroom ta bebohar korchi… Suhil esheche, shower nite…”
“Ta, na hoy bujhlam… Kintu Chotuder room ta konta… shetai toh jani na…”
“Amio toh chini na… Tumi borong Suhil ke niye ber hou… Suhil tomake chiniye niye jabe…”
“Suhil na snaan korche tomar shathe?”
“Aha… Suhil ekhono shuru koreni…” Bole ma amar dike takalo… tarpor Noren dar bara ta khichte khichte bollo
“Ami ektu besto achi re Suhil… Amar eta shesh na korlei noy… Tui ektu koshto kore tor baba ke Chotuder washroom e niye ja na…”
Ami kichu bolte jabo… Tar ager ma bollo
“Please ja na… Tor baba ki kore jabe… ta chara, ami toh nengto hoye achi…”
Kotha shotti boleche ekebare… Chakorer shamne hatu gere boshe tar bishal boro bara ta mukhe pure chosha ek jinish… Kintu nengto hoye corridor e hata ta toh aro lojja jonok… Shetai bhebe bhablam, ber hoye jai… Kintu jodi jantam ma ki kore puro hotel tai lengto hoye ghureche, ta janle, ami hoyto ber hotam… Sheta obbosho pore jenechilam… Tobe, pathok der agroher jonno bolei feli… Ma pore bolechilo… Tai, ma er point of view thekei boli…
Amar ma mone mone bhabche, chele ke ek chakorer shathe pathiye tar bhaiyer shathe chader swimming pool e gele ki ba hobe… Hoyto, du char ta tip dibe chele… Tar porei, toh abar shuye ghumiye porbe…
Kintu, chade giye dekhe, chad e tala dewa… Ebar?
Chotu bollo tokhon ma ke
“Memshaheb… Cholun… Tahole… Onno kothao jete hobe…”
“Kothay jaoya jay re?”
“Cholun… Beach e ferot jai… Okhanei shomudrer jole apnar snaan hobe…”
“Kintu eto raate… Ta chara, tor shaheb toh amay khujche etokhone…”
“Aha… Cholun na… Beach e giye snaan kori…”
“Kintu eto raate… Eka eka tui r ami…”
“etai toh moja… puro beach e keo nei… shudhu apni r ami…”
Cheleta eto kore bolche jokhon, tokhon jaoyai jay… ta, chara aaj tar shami, oshudh kheye ghumiyeche… Ghore Suhil o ache… Tahole khub ekta shomoshya hobar kotha na… Ta, Chotu ebar ma ke niye aste aste hotel er pechon er side diye beriye abar beach e giye haajir holo…
Puro beach khali… Dhudhu baalir por, shomudrer jol eshe beach e dhakka khacche… shedin abar chilo jochona… Shamner shomudrer jol chokh chokh korche, ei bhora jochonay…
Ma ebar giye, puro jol e chole gelo…R chotu beach er pare boshe boshe dekhte laglo, amar khanki magi ma, puro nengto hoye beach e snaan korche… Tar bishal bishal dudher tanki duto ekebare shomudrer jole bhenshe ache…. Jeno, ek kamasutrar magi… Jochonar aloye snaan korche…
Ma ebar ga dhuye aste kore, abar back kore bollo
“Chol Chotu… Ebar fera jaak…” Kintu ma ki janto, eta shobe shuru?
Chotu ebar amar ma ke niye baalir moddhe pore gelo… Amar bheja shorir niye ma, ebar baalite puro balir shathe lepte gelo… Chotu ebar mayer pa jora faak kore fello…
“Ei, ki korchish… Tor shaheb je hotel e amader etokhone khujche…”
“Aha… Shomoshya nei go memshaheb… Apnake toh ebhabe pai na…”
“Ki paash na…”
“Puro eka… Ei shundor poribeshe… Puro nirjone nivrite dujon eka eka ektu shomoy katate parbo…. Keo amader disturb korbe na…”
“Kintu keo jodi dekhe fele?”
“Ki kore bujhbe? Apni r ami je shuye shuye balir moddhe korchi… Keo ter e pabe na…” Amar ma arektu resist korte jabe, tar agei, Chotu ma ke lip kiss kore, tar barata probesh koriye dilo, amar mayer guder ontorale…
Ma kheyal kore, je tar guder jol beriye jacche… Chotu tar shokto shorir take mayer norom shorirer upor rekhe, take lip kiss kore, thapa thaap dite thake thaap, r ei poribeshe ma nijeke ke dhore rakhte parena… Sheo tar pa diye aatke fele chotur komore… R Chotu aro jor bariye dey, thaper majhe... Ma r thakte parlo na… Jol khoshiye dilo… R shei joler srote Chotur bara aro thatiye gelo… She aro bindaas kore, chudte thakte laglo amar mayer bodha ke… R amar ma chokh bondho kore, thaaper moja nite thake…
Ebhabe kotokhon je chole geche, kotobar je jol khoshe geche, tar hishaab ma hariye feleche, jokhon kheyal korlo, mayer guder bhetor barata jeno aro ek inchi lomba hoye gelo...Ebong ta, golodeshe ek bare dhakka dite thake… Oi position e emni, chotur bishal kalo dhoner puro ta mayer jole bheja picchil gude pray purotai probesh kore… r tar upor, baratata, aro du inch jeno bere geche, r thorthoriye kaapche… R bari khacche, tar goldesher shathe bari khete thake…
Kintu, sheta holeo ekta kotha chilo… Chotu er por jeta korlo, shetar jonno amar ma prostut chilo na ekebarei… Oi olpo khani faak er moddhe diyei Chotu tar banger chatar moto barar mathata, aste kore push kore dilo… R shundor kore mayer gude bara ta tar goldesh bhed kore ekebare bhetore dhuke gelo…Ma kheyal korlo, je chotu ebar puro baratai dhukiyeche mayer gude, r tar bichir jhola ebar mayer pod er futor shathe bari khete laglo….Bujhlo…je emon bhabe gud stretch kora kokhono hoyni… Ekhane shesh hole hoyto hoto… Chotu ebar oi obosthay, bara ber na kore, aste aste or bhetorei mayer guder bhetore olpo olpo narte laglo… R ma kheyal korlo, je barar matha ta jeno aste aste fulche… Ma r thakte parlo na… Porapot jol khoshiye dilo chotur barar upor, r edike, mayer gud jeno oi obosthatei kamre dhorlo chotur bara take… Chotuo r thakte parlo na… Ekebare bhetore, ekebare guder puro moddhe, bhore dilo tar gorom feda… Chotu tar bara khana chepe dhorlo, ekebare mayer guder moddhe khane… R gol goliye bara tar shada thok thoke ghono birjo diye bhoriye dite thake, mayer gud take…
Ma je kichu bolbe, tar agei, Chotu tar puro shorir chere dilo… R mayer ghare matha diye shuye thaklo Chotu… R bichir baki birjo, ja pora baki chilo, shobi thik moto porlo, mayer guder ontorale…
Oi obosthay ekhon ma bollo
“Tui toh bhari dushtu dekhchi…”
“Keno?”
“Tui je otar bhetore felli… Sheta toh bhari shomoshya…”
“Ki shomoshya?”
“Tor shaheb ke giye jodi boli, abaro tumi baap hote jaccho, tobe kemon hobe re?”
“Shaheb baap hobe ki kore?”
“Kagoje kolome toh ami ekhono, amar naam er sheshe Roy boshe… Tai, porer jeta tumie pete debe, shei bacchatar namer shesheo Roy boshe…”
“Ami pete debo?”
“Ha… Tui jebhabe pichik pichik kore amar bagane jol diyechish, tate etodine kaaj hoye gele ashorjo hobo na…”
“Ki kaaj?”
“Tor dadara jei kaaj kore baap holo…”
“Kemon?”
“O tui bujhbi na… Tui toh ekhono choto…”
Totokhone, Chotur bara ekebare khara abar… Chotu ebar aste aste barar mathay thuthu lagiye mayer pod er futoy ghoshte thake… Ma bole
“Dustu chele kothakar… Abaro?”
“Eto shobe shuru memshaheb…” bole ebar pod e abar bara guje dilo… Ebhabe shararaat chollo… Er majhe Chotu 5 bar maal chereche… R ma je kotobar jol khoshiyeche, tar kono iyotta nei… Jokhon shurjasto hocche, tokhon mayer ferar kotha mone holo… Doure, hotel e dhuklo… Chotu parle tokhono ma ke tar room e niye jabar cheshta kore…
“Memshaheb… Arektu…”
“Baba… Thaak… Ektu, khanto de… Tor memshaheb toh kothao jacche na…”
Bole Chotu ke fele, amar puro nengto khanki magi ma paa tipe tipe room e dhuklo… Dhuke dekhe, amra baap beta dujoni ghumocchi... Washroom e alo jolche na… Chup chap ebar ma washroom er bhetore dhuklo… Dhuke alo jaliye jei snaan korte nebe, tokhoni pechon theke ke jani joriye dhoro ma ke… Mukh chepe dhorlo… Ma oshposto bhashay bollo
“Charo amay… Ki chao tumi?”
“Apnar dudh memshaheb… Apnar dudh…” bole ebar mayer mukh theke haat shoriye mayer dudh duto niye khela shuru korlo lokta… R ma mone mone hashlo… Ek bhai etokhon take beach e bhog koreche… Arek bhai, ekhon shamir pashei dariye mayer tar dudh jora niye khelche…
“Aha… Charo… Tomar shaheb jege jabe…” mukhe tai bollo… Kintu, nije aste aste haatre haatre noren er bara tar dhutir upor diyei ghoshte laglo….
“Shaheb ekebarei ghum…”
“Suhil…”
“Gotoraate je porimaan kheyeche… Tate, tar ekhon kichu ter pabari kotha na…”
“Kintu ebhabe…”
“Aha, ami toh shudhu dudh niyei khelchi...”
“Tao…”
“Ta, etokhon kothay chilen…”
“R bolona… Tomar bhai ja dushto hoyeche na…”
“Keno ki koreche?”
“Gotoraate, swimming pool khola nap eye or shathe gelam beach e snaan korte…”
“Ta, gaye toh balu bhorti…”
“R bolona… Snaan toh korechi… Kintu tar por tomar bhai…”
“Ki koreche o?”
“Amay eka peye amay oi shomudrer pashe amay icche moto bhog koreche…”
“Aha… Eta ki or dosh naki?”
“Tahole kar dosh bolo?”
“Aha… Je keo pele apnake khabe…” Emon shomoy, baba bichanay ektu norlo… R khaat kot kot awaaj korlo… Noren r ma dujoni chup… Ma bollo
“Noren, ekhane na… Cholo tomader room e jai…”
“Na, memshaheb… Ja korar ekhanei hobe…”
“Keno?”
“Chotu ache oi room e… Etokhon oi kheyeche… Ekhon ami khabo…”
“Tumio na… Haajar hok choto bhai toh…”
“Na… Apnake ami ekai khabo!” bole, ebar shower ta chere dilo… Diye ma ke wall er shathe theshe daar koralo… R ononto bari rekha porte laglo mayer pithe… Pod e… Bishal bishal pod jorar upor… Noren r deri korlo na… Nijer bara ta ghoshte laglo mayer pachar khaaje… Kintu, tar choto bhai toh age thekei chude otake khaal baniye rekheche… Tai, kono koshto charai pochat kore, mayer pod e dhukiye dilo barata… Mao eto thaap khabar por o, arekbar thaap khabar uttejonay chokh bondho kore, thaap er moja nite thaklo… Edike, je tar chele r shami pashei ghumiye ache, kheyal korle kelenkari hobe, ei niye tar jeno kono matha bethai nei…
Ebhabe cholte thake… Noren ekbar mayer pachar futo bhoriye dey, gorom ghono maal diye… R mao, edike, jol khoshay… R shower er jol er shathe mayer r chotu kaam rosh boye jete thake…
Jai hok, abar fire ashi bortomane… Ami beriye babar ke niye Chotur room e jai… Dekhi, Chotu ghumiye ache… Edike, ami babake washroom ta dekhiye dei… Baba washroom e dhuke jay…
Edike, Noren r beshikhon dhore rakhte parena… She maal khoshiye dey, kintu ebar mayer pod er upor dhaale… Tarpor, ma ke ekbar lip kiss kore… Ma bole
“Noren… Taratari, jao… Tomar shaheb jekono shomoy ashbe…”
“Memshaheb, apni jodi beriye ektu uki diye dekhe diten…”
“Kintu, ei lengto obosthay…”
“Memshaheb…. Eta apnar jonno kono bepar… Khali ekbarti ektu dekhen…”
Ma ebar beriye, lengto obostha tei, uki diye dekhe, baba firche kina… Hotel bhorti lokjon… Tar moddhe keo ekjon jekono beriye ashte pare… Kintu shei chinta amar khanki mayer nei… Tar mathay shudhu tar bhatar ke bachanor chinta…
Jokhon dekhlo baba ashche na…. Tokhon Noren ke daak diye bollo
“Noren… Tumi ebar beriye poro…”
“Shaheb nei toh?”
“Na… Taratari…” Noren da khali tar dhuti r genji haate niye dour dilo… Kintu jabar age, mayer thothe ekta birashi shikkar lip kore, tarpor gelo…
Eto kichu je holo, mayer konoi bhabantor nei… Ma shoja abar room e dhuke gelo… Kintu, kheyal korlo na keo, je du room pore ekta kishor chele, mayer ei akaam dorjar faak diye dekhchilo… Sheo mone mone hashlo… Tar mathay dustu buddhi khele gelo…
Kichukhon por jokhon baba firlo, tokhon ma abar ready… Ekta laal ronger bikini pore, golay mongol shutro r kopale tip pore abar puro ready…
Ta, baba fire ashtei ma bollo
“Cholo ebar beach theke ghure ashi…”
“Acha… Cholo… Jai…” Ebar baba ma r ami rouna dilam beach e… Beach bhorti manushjon… Shobar chokh amar khanki magi roshoboti mayer dike… ta beach er baire, ek daabwaala daab bechchilo… Ta, baba bollo
“Ek khankar fresh daab khai…” Oi dike, je daabwala, mayer fresh daabkhanar dike nojor dicche, eta babar chokh puroi eriye gelo… Daabwala, amay chere mayer kache eshe bollo
“Memshaheb… Aapbhi ek le lijiye…”
“Nehi… Main nehi pyungi…”
“Aha… Ekdom bare bare wali deti hoon…”
“Magar, yeh saab toh chote si hain…”
“Aapke paas jo waale hain, aisi size elakame nehi hain…”
Ma haashlo… Bollo
“Di di jiye phir…”
Daabwala ebar makeo ekta dilo… Baba edike, pasher ekta dokaner dike gelo, paper kenar jonne… Edike, daabwala amay r maa ke eka peye shomane flirt kore jete laglo… Amio ebar daabwalar shathe moja nite thaklam… Bollam
“Iski paani itni mitha nehi hain…”
“Kya bol rahe hoon babu… Isse mitha koi paani hoti hain kya?”
“Ha hain…”
“Agar dikha sakogi toh tumhe bill nehi dene parenge…”
“Thik hain… Yeh waali ki paani isse bohot mitha hain….” Bole, mayer dudh dhore ektu chip dilam… Ma bollo
“Ai char… Ebhabe… Tor baba ektu shamne dariyei…”
“Aha baba toh paper kinte ektu shamen giyeche...” Daabwaala ebar amar dekha dekhi, arekta dudh tipe bollo
“Haan… yeh waali cheese bohot khoob hain…” ma ebhabe puro open beach e tar chele, r daabwalar kach theke dudher tepon khete laglo… R baba edike, paper kintei besto! Jotokhon firlo, totokhon, dudhwala r amar tepone mayer bikini shamne halka halka botar kach diye bhije geche… Baba eshe bollo
“Yeh bill le lijiye…”
“Nehi lenge hum…” Dudh wala tar angul chatte chatte…
“Kyun?”
“Main aapke bete ko ek shart diye the… Yoh usne puri ki… Aapke liye yeh muft…”
“Baah…” Amar dike heshe bollo baba…. “Ki shoto diye chilo re?”
“Je, er theke misti daber jol onno kothao nei…”
“Kothay peli tahole shei jol?”
“Bole dile toh moja chole gelo…” bole, ami mayer dike chokh tiplam… babao kichui bujhlo na… Ebar ami r ma mile jole neme gelam… Giye abar ja hobar tai holo… Tobe, ekhon dupur bole, besh bhir… Oi bhirer moddhe ami r ma jokhon snaan korte nemechi, dekhi, amader kichu local chele pele ra ghire dhoreche… Ami bujhlam, ora ki chaiche… Baba jekhane boshe chilo… Shekhan theke make ektu pashe shoriye anlam... Dekhi chele gulou amader pechon pechon ashche… Ashbei na keno? Oi shomudrer jole mayer dudh gulo beshe ache joler upor… R oi joler dulunite, mayer dudher duluni dekhe kei ba thakte pare?
Babar chokher araal hobar porei, ebar chele gulo ke bollam
“Bhaisaab… Kya chahiye apko?”
“Kuch nehi…”
“Phir humare piche piche…”
“Kya karoon ji…” bole, ebar mayer dudher dike chokh fello… Ami aste kore, ebar mayer bikini dori dhore taan dilam… R porkaash ghotlo mayer bishal kalo krishno kalo dudh… Jei dudher factory ei beach er shob chele ke khawate pare… Ma bollo
“Ki korchish… Prothome daabwala, tarpor ekhon local churogulo ke dudh dekhacchish?”
“Tumi Noren da ke bathroom e rekhe amay ber kore diye take chudte paro… R ami ki dosh korlam…” Bole, ebar mayer pechon theke dudh gulo uthiye chele gulo ke bollam
“Lo… Le lo yaar… Taste karne hain toh paas ao…” Oi chele gulo r pay ke? R chelegulo ebar kache eshe shundor kore mayer dudh duto tiplo, keo… Keo ba mayer botay chimti katlo… Keo ba mukher shathe ghoshlo… R ami pechon dariye, aste kore bikini bottom ta side e fele, mayer pod e bara dhukiye dilam… Dhukotei ma bollo
“Ai ki korchish…”
“Aha… Tumi oder dudher teponer moja nao… Ami tomar pod er ektu moja nei…” ebar ami aste aste mayer pod chude jete laglam… Ora dudh niyei khelte thaklo… Bhaggish, keo kheyal koreni… nahole nirghaat mayer pod er barota baajto…
Beshi khon laglo na… Amar pod choda, r cheleder dudh er tepon kheye maa jol khoshiye fello… R amar bara ta pod e chepe dhorlo… Amio r thakte parlam na… Pod er bhetore maal bhoriye dilam…
Edike, kheyal korlam, baba uthe amader khujche… Druto pochet theke bikini ta ber kore bollam...
“Bhai saab… phir milenge…” bole, mayer bikini ta poriye dilam… Ora hashlo… Emon free free eto boro dudher choya peye tara dher khushi…
Amra ebar dangay back korlam… back kortei baba bollo
“Koi gechili tora…”
“Ei oi side e…”
“keno?”
“Oi side ta ektu faka toh… Ta chara, ei side e koekta bokhate chele mayer dudher dike nojor dicchilo… Tai…”
“Jaak… Tui tor mayer maan shomman niye khub kheyal korish dekhchi…”
Ami r ma du dujoner dike takiye haslam… Heshe, fire dekhi, Chotu amader khujte khujte beach e chole eshe poreche… Bollo
“Babu… Apnader khujte khujte chole ashlam…”
“Tobe, bhaloi holo… Ebar amar pithe ektu tel makhiye de…”
“Dicchi… Kintu ektu jole bhije ashi ektu…”
“Kintu ei porei bhijbi?”
“Amar toh r kapor nei…”
“Ek kaaj kor… Tor pant r shirt khule fel… Niche underwear ache na?”
“ha…”
“Ota pore, snaan kore aay… Tarpor, amar gaye tel makha…” Chotu ebar mayer kotha moto, shundor kore pant r shirt pore fello… Kholar por, dekhi, tar besh tight ek khana bermuda… Kono mote khali dhon r pachata dheke rekheche… Chotu ebar doure jole e giye ek bar jole bhije ashlo… Ebar amra beach er ekta secluded side er dike gelam… Ekhaan theke dure lokjon ke snaan korte dekha jacche…
Eshei, ebar mayer pithe tel ghosha shuru korlo… Baba oi dike, paper porei jacche… R aar chokhe tar bou ke message nite dekhche… Ta, Chotu harami ta ebar bollo
“Memshaheb, apnar bikini jonno thik moto tel ghoshte parchi na…”
“Bolish ki…”
“ha... Ta chara eto shundor jinishtate tel lagle Jodi moyla hoye jay…”
“tao thik… ha go…” baba ke daklo… baba bollo
“Ki?”
“Ektu bikini dorita khule dao toh…”
“Kintu ebhabe publicly… Tao or shamne…”
“Aha… Keo nei toh ashepashe… Ta chara, o toh choto, tar upor barir e chele…”
Baba r ki bolbe… Mayer bikini-r string ta khule fello… R unmukto hoye gelo mayer pith… Ebar oi chair upor upur hoyei chotu tel ghoshte laglo… Tarpor, bollo
“memshaheb, apnar toh skin halka halka pure jacche…”
“Ha… Ektu toh purbei…”
“Tahole toh apnar pacha toh forsha hoye thakbe… Kemon lagbe…”
“Thik e toh bolechish… Shorir tama tama… R pacha shada… He go shuncho…”
“Ki?”
“Amar bikinir ei bottom ta khule dao toh…”
“Kintu keno?”
“Aha… Shara shorir tan hocche… pacha baad jabe keno?”
“Kintu ebhabe…”
“Aha… Kicchu hobe na…” AMio ebar baba ke uthshaho diye bollam
“Aha…. Baire mohilara naked tan dey toh…”
“Kintu…”
“Naked tan n anile je mayer pachar rong ta ektu odbhut hoye thakbe…”
Chotu ebar mjahe foron katlo
“Pachar uporeo toh tel dite parchi na…”
“Kintu Kintu…”
“Ekhane ashe pashe keo nei… Dao na re baba…”
“Kintu…”
“Tumi toh amar shamnei acho… Ta chara, tomar ki lojja lagche?”
“Na...”
“Tomar bou er pacha shundor hole aro bhalo lagbe na?”
Ma ebar baba ke tease kore bollo… Baba ebar amader chaap mayer bikini bottom ta khule fello… Ma ebar heshe bollo
“Chotu ebar pachay tel laga…” Chotu ebar moner anonde mayer pachay tel dolte laglo… Baba ei dekhe bollo
“Hoyeche… Ebar tor memshaheb er pithe thik moto tel ghoshe de…”
“Ha… bhalo kore amar pithe message kore de…”
Chotu ebar pithe tel ghoshte shuru korlo… Ma bollo
“Ki re… Aaj thik moto dicchish na keno?”
“Ki korbo memshaheb… Ei angle e thik moto message dite parchi na…”
“Ki kore dite parbi?”
“Apnar upor boshe korte hobe…”
“Tahole uthei kor… Maalish korle thik moto maalish korte hobe, tai na…”
Baba kichu bolar agei, ebar Chotu mayer pachar upor boshe porlo… R tate ja holo, Chotur Bermuda hut kore majh khan diye chire gelo… R majhe ekhana besh shundor ekta futo hoye gelo… Chotu bollo
“Ei re…”
“Ki hoyeche re?”
“Amar Bermuda toh majhe diye chire gelo memshaheb…”
“O kicchu hobe na… Bari giye change kore felish… Ekhon message ta de…”
Chotu ebar r ke pay? She icche kore mayer pachay Bermuda ghoshte ghoshte mayer pithe tel ditei thaklo… Bermuda ghoste ghoshte Chotur bara dariye gelo… R tate, oi futo diye barar matha ta beriye gelo... Pachay chotur barar choya peye ma heshe bollo
“Ota ki re amar pechon bidhche?”
“Memshaheb… Dekhun na… Ami icche kore toh r…” baba ebar kheyal korlo… Bollo
“Ei re… Eta ki hocche…”
“Shaheb amar ki dosh bolun… Message korte korte ghosha kheye…”
“Kintu… Kintu… Ebhabe…” Ma ebar baba ke thamiye bollo
“Dekho cheleta koshto kore amay message dicche… R tumi kina…”
“Kintu…”
“Dao na… Choto manush e toh…” 18 bochorer tagra jowaan… She kina choto manush! Mayer kotha gulo shunei amar hashi pelo… Baba r ki bolbe… Chup chap boshe roilo…
Edike, Chotu ek dike message dicche, r onnodike, babar mundi ta mayer pachar shathe ghoshei jacche… Baba bollo
“Ota abar kemon message... haat diye pithe message korchish bujhlam… Kintu pechone ota ki?”
“Ota TV te dekhechilam sahib… Komorer message… Komore message korle bhalo lagbe… Tai, kina memshaheb?” Edike, chotur bara totokhon mayer guder mathay ghosha khacche… Shei anonde ma chokh bondho korei bollo
“ha re… Tor komorer message tao oshadharon!”
Baba r ki korbe… paper portei thaklo… R edike, Chotu amar mayer khandani pachar khaje barar matha ghoshe beshikhon rakhte parche na… Tai, goti komiye dilo… kIntu oi dike, amar khanki magi mayero gud ghoshani r pod ghoshanite pray jol khoshabar pothe… bolllo
“Ai chora… Thamiye dili keno...”
“Kintu ami r parchina memshaheb… Koshto hocche…”
“Aha… Arektu kor na.. Khub araam lagchilo komore…” Chotu r parlo na… Koekta ghoshoni dilo… R jei raam ghoshoni dilo… R tate, chotur barar much ta kichuta mayer guder mukhe ghoste laglo… Mao thakte parlo na… jol khoshalo… R amader srimaan Chotuo o tar memshaheb er poth dhorlo…
Gol goliye amar babar shamnei mayer guder mukher kache kholkholiye maal dhallo Chotu… Baba tokhoni paper ultanor jonno paper ta ektu namiyeche… R tokhoni kanda dekhlo Chotur… Shathe shathe dariye bollo
“Oi ki korli re tui!”
“Amar ki dosh! Memshaheb obhabe!”
“Tai bole…” Chotu totokhone uthe poreche… Ma tokhon ekta haat diye, kichu bojheni, emon bhabe angul diye oi maal ektu uthiye angul e niye shukhe jibba diye chete bollo
“Ei re… E toh message er tel noy…”
“Shuyorer baccha! Eki korechish tui!” baba ebar chotur mathay chati marlo…
“Amar ki dosh bolun… Memshaheb obhabe message korte bollo…” Ebar ma Chotu ke support kore bollo
“Dekho choto manush… Chele ta bojheni… O kicchu hobe na… muche fellei hobe…”
Baba ki bolbe, bujhlo na… Ashe pashe towel khujte laglo… Towel ta niye ebar ma ke okhane muche dite laglo… Ma bollo
“bhalo kore mucho kintu… Nahole kintu oghoton ghote jete pare…”
“Ki bolcho eshob Chotur shamne…”
“Are… Otoh choto manush… Eshob bojhe na… Tumi tomar kaaj thik moto koro…” ebar angul diye gude angul dhukiye arektu ber kore bollo
“Etao thik moto porishkar koro…”
“Kintu, ebhabe je maal feleche…” Baba aste aste bollo
“Are, o choto manush… O ki icche kore feleche? Ta chara, ekhono or shei shokti asheni nishchoi…”
Ebar mota moti mocha hole baba r ma hotel er dike firlo mayer shower nebar jonno… Roome dhukei ma shower e dhuke gelo... Baba bollo
“THik moto porishkar koro… Nahole kintu shomoshya hobe… Ami ekta pill kine niye ashi…”
“Dorkar nei… Ami porishkar korei felchi abar jol diye… Ta chara, tumi toh tomar kaaj thik moto korecho?” Emon ekta bhaab je kaajer chele ebar prothom bar tar gude maal dheleche…
“Ta toh korechi.. Jai, khide peyeche… Kichu khabar niye ashi…” bole, ebar baba room er dorja ta khola rekhei beriye gelo… Edike, ma eka room e… Tai, shower er dorja ta just bhejiye snaan korte laglo…
Oi dike, babar berobar awaaj shona gelo corridor e… R oi dike, amader oi kishor dorjar faak diye chupi mere ekbar shob kichu kheyal kore, chupi chupi room e dhuke gelo… Giye shone, kotha theke jani shower er awaaj ashche… She chupi chupi paa tipe tipe shower er dorjar kache gelo… Gelei dekhte pelo ek roshoboti, dudhwali, podwaali narike… Je kina kicchukhon agei, oshongkho loker haater sporshe sposhito hoyeche…
Cheler bara jege gelo jokhon dekhlo, ma soap bar ta niye tar pachar khaaje ghoshte laglo… Choto soap bar khana jeno mayer bishal pachar khaaj e hariye gelo… Amar dushtu khanki ma, ebar aar chokhe kheyal korlo, ke jeno dorjar araal diye dekhche… Kintu onno shob regular mohilar moto chilliye na uthe, ebar ja korlo, ta shudhu khanki rai kore… Paka rendi khanki der moto, shabaner bar ta niye duto dudher upor ghoshte laglo… Icche kore kore ebar cheleta take strip tease korate laglo… Tar bishal bishal kalo dudher factory upor shada shabaner fena lege oduto ke puro Everest er churro moto lagchilo… Ta chara pacha dutoi fenay bhorpur…
Er por, ja korlo, tar jonno chele ta puroi ready chilo na…. Ma ebar pashe choto shampoor botol ta niye aste kore guder mukhe ghoshte laglo… Cheleta dekhte eshechilo gotor… Kintu puroi full free ekta scene dekhte laglo… Tobe, janto na er por je jackpot er aro baki ache…
Ma ebar ote shabar lagiye, aste aste sheta chalan korlo mayer guder bhetor… Chele toh dekhe puroi tho… Emon scene she kokhonoi chokher shamne dekheni…. Eke roshoboti nari… Tao, tar shamne obhabe shampoor botol ta gude chalan dicche, jeno kono paka khanki gude bara chalan niche… Tobe, janto na, je amar ma koto boro khanki… Ebar ma aste aste dhoya shuru korlo… Chele ta bhablo, ebar bodhoy beriye jabe… Kintu tokhoni pechon theke corridor er awaaj elo… Cheleta bhoye ki korbe, bujhlo na…. Bhoye ebar joro shoro hoye khaater niche lukiye porlo… Ebong sheta amar khanki magi ma kheyal korlo…
Edike, baba ferot chole esheche… Eshei khaater upor boshlo…. Ma ga dhuye ebar khali towel pore, beriye baba ke bollo
“Tumi ki amar jonno sunscreen ta enecho?”
“Sunscreen?”
“Ha… Nahole toh amar shorir pure jabe…”
“Tumi toh ante boloni…”
“Ami bhule giyechilam… Tumi taratari jao niye asho… Ekhoni lagate hobe…”
“Kintu matro baire theke ashlam…”
“Aha jao na… Dorkar bolei toh bolchi...”
Bou er kache jhari kheye ebar ma aste kore beriye porlo… Edike, ma beriyei kheyal korlo, cheletar pa ek side diye beriye ache… Bollo
“Khaater niche ke re!” cheler toh bhoye buk shukiye geche… Kichu boltei parche na…
“Ekhoni ber hou… Nahole, hotel er lokjon dakchi!” mayer ei threat shune chele ta bhoye bhoye beriye ashlo…. Ma kheyal korlo, etokhon jake strip tease shower ta diyeche, she nichok ekt a15 bochorer kishor… Bollo
“Tumi ke go!”
“Ami du room pore thaki…”
“Ekhane ki korcho…”
“Kicchu na…”
“Bolo!” ma chilliye uthlo… Mayer jhari shune chele ta kado kado kore bollo
“Ami apnake dekhte dhuke chilam…”
“ta, ki dekhle?”
“Kichu na…”
“Ki dekhle bolo!” abaro jhari kheye cheleta bollo
“Na, apnar shower kora dekhchilam…”
“Ta kemon laglo…” Chele ta puro boka bone gelo… Ki bolbe, bujhlo na… Chele ta bokar moto takiye thaklo mayer dike…
“Ta, tomar ma babar shathe nishchoi eshecho… Ekhon tomar ma baba ke bolle kemon hobe?”
CHeletar much ta aro choto hoye gelo… Kado kado kore bollo
“Amar bhool hoye geche… R korbo na… R korbo na kokhono…”
“Khali sorry bollei toh hobe na…”
“Ja korte bolben… Tai, korbo…”
“Ja bolbo, tai?”
“Ha....” Ma ebar hashlo… Bollo
“Tomar uncle er jonno thik moto kaaj sharte parini… Ekhon tumi sheta sharte shahajjo korbe…” bole, ebar towel ta mati te fele dilo… Fele diye bed er upor pa choriye shuye bollo
“Kache asho…”
CHele ta ebar kache ashlo… Ashtei chele tar matha dhore ma bollo
“Lolly ice cream ki kore chete khete hoy jano?”
“Ha…”
“Ebar tahole, ektu gorom ice cream khao…” bole, mayer gude ma cheletar much chepe dhorlo… R chele ta mayer gud chata shuru korlo… Sharaarat tagra jowan chakorer shahthe chodon… Tarpor, Noren er kache arek round… tarpor, beach e bibhinno manush er kache tepon… Erpor, ekhon ek kishor ke dhore tar much chepe dhore moja nite laglo ma… Cheletao, jeno kichu bujhlo na… Ebar ma bollo
“Mukh ta obhabe rekhe tomar pa ta amar mukhe upore dao…” Chele ta ekta tu shobdo na kore mayer kotha moto kaaj korlo… R ma ebar zipper ta khule cheletar dhon ta ber kore bollo
“Dekho, lollipop ki kore khai ami…”
Bole chosha shuru korlo… Ebar chele ta chokh bondho kore fello araame… Ma ebar dhon ta much theke ber kore bollo
“Chata thamate bolechi?” Chele ta abaro mayer gud chatte laglo… Chup chap gud chushte laglo… R mao or dhon chushe dite thaklo… Ebhabe 69 position ma tar 30 bochorer choto ek cheler shathe moja nite thaklo… R dujoni jol khoshalo…. Prothom bar bolei cheleta du du bar maal charlo mayer mukhe… Mao koekbar jol khoshiye diyeche… Chere ebar porisranto hoye bed er upor pore gelo…
Ebar ma or zipper ta lagiye diye bollo
“Hoyeche…. Ebar room e jao…” CHele ta mone holo shorgo theke abar morte fire esheche… Khali matha narlo…. Bole uthe chole jete gelo… Dorjar shamne jetei ma abaro daklo.. Bollo
“Shuno… Etokhon ja korecho, eta jeno keo na jane… nahole kintu tomar ma baba shobaike janiye debo je tumi lukiye lukiye amar room e dhukechilo…” Chele ta abar shommoti janiye chole gelo…
Tar du minute porei baba back korlo… Back kore dekhlo… ma ready… Khali tother kache ki jeno shada… Ma ke dekhiye bollo
“Ota ki?” Ma hashlo… Ota scoop kore mukhe pure kheye bollo
“Kichui na… Lollipop khacchilam toh… Otari rosh mone hoy…” Baba r eta niye matha ghamalo na…
Porer din shokale… Amra Kolkatay back korechi… Bashay ami baba r ma achi… Norenda ektu bazar e geche…Chotu shokalei amar mashir barir uddeshe rouna diyeche… Mashir ekta kaaj er chokrar dorkar... R ma Chotu ke recommend koreche… Keno, ta nishchoi bujhtei parcho tomra…
Jai hok…. Goa te bikini pora ma ke dekhe ekhon saree pore ma jokhon ranna korche, tokhon ektu obaak e lagchilo… Ta, mayer saree tao besh… Ekta patla laal saree…. Niche blouse khana jeno fete porchilo dudher bhare… Tai, bishaal ekta khaaj… R petticoat khana navir onek niche… Ta, ma ranna ghore breakfast banacchilo… R baba khabar table e boshe paper porchilo...
Ta, as usual giyei ami ma ke pechon theke joriye dhorlam... Emni hole ma kichui bolto na amay… Kintu baba bashay… Tai tar dhongi tone e bollo
“Ei… Ei… Ke re… Eto shokaal shokaal…”
“Ami tomar dudh churi korte eshechi…” Ma heshe bole
“Tor babar shamnei churi korbi naki?”
“ha…”
“Ta, ekhon chaar… Pore churi korish… Ranna korchi, dekhchish na?”
“Aha… Tomar moto dudh thakle ki ar thakte pari bolo? Ki bolo baba…”
Baba kichu bole na… Khali hashe…
Ta, kheyal kore dekhi, mayer blouse khana bogol er nich diye bhije geche… Bollam
“Besh blouse khana porecho toh…”
“Keno, ki shomoshya?”
“Shomoshya na… Borong bhalo…”
“Ki bhalo?”
“Tomar dudher khaaj khana thik moto dekhte pacchi ete…”
“Dushtu chele kothakar…”
“Ta, blouse khana bhije ache dekhchi…”
“Ki korbo bol… Shokaal shokaal uthe toh wardrobe thekei ber korlam eta… Gorome ranna korte korte bhije geche…”
“Tahole, toh eta pore thakle thanda lege jabe tomar… Ki bolo baba?”
“Hmm… Thanda lege jete pare re…”
“Tahole, eta khule felle kemon hoy?”
“Tor amar dudh dekhte eto icche korche?”
“Aha ma… Tomar je bishal dudh duto… Eta kaar na dekhte icche kore… Ki bolo baba?”
“Ami ki bolbo bol… Tor mayer je bishal bishal dudh jora…”
“Tahole, mayer ekhon blouse na porlei mone hoy bhalo…”
Ma ebar savi savitri sheje bollo...
“Chi… Ebhabe blouse chara ghore ghure berabo?”
“Ha… Saree diye dheke rakhlei cholbe…”
“Toder shamne khulte lojja nei bujhlam… Kintu kichukhon er moddhe Noren je chole ashbe… Tokhon?” Ami heshe bollam
“Baba, dekho toh… Noren da boro hoyeche gram e… Okhane, keo blouse porei na…. Khali saree diye dudh duto dheke rakhe… Ta, ei gorom e mayer ta korle shomoshya ki?”
“Kintu babai… Noren er shamne obhabe rakhle….”
“Tomar bou goayay giye bikini pore ghureche… Ta, bina blouse e saree porle r ki ba shomoshya… saree diyei toh dudh duto dheke rakhche…”
“Ta obbosho thik…” Ei bolar opekkhay chilam… Ami taratari blouse er hook duto khule fellam… Khultei mayer bishal bishal dudh duto beriye porlo… Ami ebar shundor kore, ekta mukhe pure bollam…
“Ektu kheye nei… Tarpor, dheke felo dudh duto saree diye…” bole arekta tipe tipe dekhte laglam… Baba bollo
“Tui ekai shob khabi naki… Amio ekta kheye dekhi…” bole babao arekta mukhe pure chushte laglo… Ami ebar chushte chushte mayer pod khana tipte tipte bollam….
“Ma tomar pacha khana je ki…”
“Chi… Obhabe mayer pachay keo haat dey?”
“Ami oi pachar futoy dhon dhukiyechi… Ekhon haat dilei shomoshya… Tai na?”
“Aha… Ekhon na… Noren jekono shomoy firbe…”
“Ta, tomar petticoat khanao toh mone hocche ghame bhije geche…”
“Ta, amar ki dosh… Ei gorom e ranna korle ektu ghambo na…”
“Ta, ekhon dekhchi, tomar blouse shomoshya na shudhu… Tomar petticoat eo shomoshya…”
“Ta, petticoat khule felbi naki ekhon?”
“Na… Amar mone hoy…. Tomar saree tao khule felte hobe mone hoy…”
“Dekho, tomar cheler kando… Ekhon ki ami lengto hoye ghore ghurbo naki?”
“Na… Baba… Shudhu blouse r petticoat pore korlei toh hoy…”
“Ki bolchish tui? Noren er shamne obhabe ghurbo?”
“Baba… Noren eto din dhore ache amader shathe… Tar upor ma ke bikini te dekheche… Ta, blouse r petticoat pore ghure berale kemon hoy?”
“Kintu…. Ebhabe ghurle Noren kharap mone korbe…” mone mone bhablaam… Ei Noren ma ke ulte palte shara ghore chudeche… R ei Noren er shamne mayer blouse r petticoat pore ghurle maan shomman jabe… Baba Jodi janto tar bou tar oborto mane ki kore ghore… Tarporei bollam…
“Aha… Gujrati ra toh ghaghra choli pore…. R ma porle shomoshya?”
“Kintu…”
“Tumi ki chao, mayer gorom e thanda lege jaak… Ebar ja gorom poreche…”
“Ta obbosho thik…” Baba eta bolar shathe shathei ami mayer saree dhore tante laglam… R dhrupodir bostro horon er moto mayero sareer bhived ghotlo… R, ma shudhu blouse r petticoat ta thaklo… Emon shomoy calling bell ta baajlo… R ma taratari blouse er hook gulo lagiye fello… baba amay bollo
“Ebhabe toh thik mone hocche na…”
“Aha… Baba… Gorome koshto korbe tai ma?”
“Ta thik…”
“Ta, chara, bikini-r tulonay, ma ke ekhon onek beshi decent lagche…”
“Ta, thik…”
“Tai, etai thakuk… Ki bolo…”
“R ki korar ache…” Ebara ami giye dorja khule fellam… Noren da dhukei ebar ma ke dekhe besh obaak holo… Ghore, ma lengto ghore amader shamne… Kintu babar shamne kolkatar bashay ei prothom ma ke shudhu blouse r petticoat e dekhlo noren da… Gham e bhije Blouse r petticoat mayer dudh r pod er shathe lepte ache… Noren dar tokhon kemon jeno lagte laglo… R amar ma bangalir aat doshta bhodro mohilar moto blouse er upor haat diye dariye thaklo… Ami bollam
“baba, dekho… Ma kemon kore dariye ache…”
“Kemon kore re?”
“Ei je dekho… Buke haat diyei obhabe dariye ache…”
Babao dekhe hashlo…. Ami ebar ma ke obhoy diye bollam
“Aha, ma… Tumi bikini pore oder shathe ghurecho… Sheta kono shomoshya nei… R blouse r petticoat pore ghurte eto shomoshya? Ki bolo Noren da…”
Noren da eto haa kore kando karkhana dekhchilo… Ebar bollo
“Na… Na… Je gorom poreche… Ebhabe thaklei bhalo… Shaheb er Jodi kono shomoshya na thake… tobe, amader ki shomoshya?”
Baba ki bolbe bujhe pelo na… R amar ma ebhar haat shoriye bollo
“Thik ache… Tora jokhon chachish… Amar ebhabe ghurte kono shomoshya nei…” bole, abaro ranna korte thaklo… R oi dike, Noren da, shobji katar naam kore, mayer pashe dariye dariye aar chokhe babar shamnei moja lute thaklo… R ami chole gelam amar room e… R ebhabei shuru holo ek notun khelar.... Khela kon dike jabe, ke jane?
Shedin bikale... Ma dupure saree porar cheshta korechilo… Kintu, babai tokhon bollo
“Bhaloi toh gorom poreche… Cheler kothai thik… Tumi khali blouse r petticoat pore ghurlei chole…”
“Kintu Noren….”
“Aha… O toh etodine ghoreri manush hoyei geche… Ta chara, bikini pore tumi Goyar ghurte paro… R ghore khali blouse r petticoat pore ghurlei ba ki shomoshya?”
Ma r kichui boleni… Khali hesheche…
Ta, bikaal e ma TV dekhchilo… Ami r Baba pashe golpo korchilam… Emon shomoy calling bell bajlo…
“Ei dekho kaarbar…. Ekhon toh saree portei hobe abar…” ma uthte jacchilo… Ami bollam
“Aha, thaak na… Dekhi, ke esheche…”
Giye dorja khultei dekhlam, parar kichu chele bari esheche… Romy R Suraj…. Bollo
“Tora toh onek moja kore eshechish goyay… R amader edike khub koshto hoyeche… Tai, ektu kakimar dorshoner jonno elam…”
Kisher koshto hoyeche, ta amar bujhte ektuo baki thaklo na… R pathok, apnadero nishchoi kono shomoshya hocche na etodine… Ta, ami bollam
“Tahole tora ghore aay…”
“Kaku ki ghore naki?”
“Ha… Ache…”
“Tahole r ki dorshon korbo bol… Amra porei ashboni…”
“Pore esheo kono labh nei… Baba koekdin ache…. Tobe, tora ghore ashle tora koshto pabi na…”
“Keno re?”
“Aay age… Tarpor, bujhbi…” Romy r Suraj r kotha na bariye ebar amar pechon pechon drawing room e dhuke gelo… Dhukei dekhlo, amar dudhial magi ma shudhu blouse r petticoat pore TV dekhche… R tar bishaal bishaal dudh jorar khaaj puroi beriye ache… R navi puro drisshomaan… Karon purono shobhaab motoi ma navir der inchi niche petticoat bedheche…
Romy r Suraj kichu felfeliye ektu mayer dorshon kore nilo… R tokhoni mayer kheyal holo, amar shathe aro duto tagra jowan room e…. Jodio ei dutor shathe koto raat katiyeche amar khanki magi ma, er por o babar shamne “formality” kore, ma haat diye shorir dhakar bertho proyaash korlo…
“Nomoshkar kakima… Nomoshkar kaku… Kemon achen?”
Baba kichu bolar agei ma bollo
“Ami ektu upor theke ashchi…” Ami foron kete bollam
“Aha… Keno ma… Ora toh tomar…. Thuri, tomader shathe golpo korte esheche… R tumi kina chole jaccho…”
“Na… Ami ektu saree ta pore ashi…”
“Ei dekho dini… Gorom ja poreche… Tate, ma gheme puroi ekakar… Tai, ektu saree khule shudhu Chaya r petticoat porei ghurche ma ghore... Ete ma ke kharap lagche naki?”
Parar chele gulo kemon, tate apnader etokhone bojha hoye geche ora ki bolbe…
“Kakima… Ki korchen… Korchen ki? Ghore Jodi ektu araam kore kapor chopor na porte paren, tahole ta ghor holo ki kore?” Romy bollo…
“Ta chara, gorom e amrao toh ghore kom jama pori… Tatei ba ki shomoshya?”
Baba dekhlam, oder kothay ashostho hoye bollo
“Aha… thaak na… Ora toh tomar cheler motoi…”
Jei chele tar ma ke proti rate icche moto bhog kore, shei cheler motoi ora nishondehe, kintu nijer ojantei eta je baba bolbe, eta shune hok, r amader utshahe hok, ma ebar besh normal bhabei haat shoriye buk dekhiye oder shamne boshlo… Hoyto, amader chaal bujhei amader buk dekhabar jonnei ebar ektu upur hoye boshe bollo
“Ta, tora ki korchish aaj kaal?”
“Amader fele toh goa gelen… Ta, amader ki obostha hoyeche, ta toh bujhtei parchen kakima…” heshe bollo Suraj… Ami kheyal kore dekhi, Suraj er pant e ekta bhaaj…. Kisher bhaaj ta na bollei noy…
“Ta, tomar kaku onek din por amader niye kothao thik moto ghurte jete parlo…”
“Ami r ki ghurlam?”
“Keno kaku?”
“Doctor er mote rest e beshi niyechi hotel room e… Besh ghumiyechi, ei chuti te…” Suraj hashlo… Heshe bollo
“Ta, kakimao tahole ghumiyei shomoy katiyechen mone hocche…”
Babar shathe ghumay ni amar ma… Raate barir chakorder shathei ‘ghumiyeche’ amar ma… Kintu ta toh r babar shamne bola jabe na… tai, chup kore gelam… baba bollo
“Tomar kakima toh amay fele nijei ghureche Suhil r Noren der shathe…”
Ma ebar heshe bollo
“Ami ki korbo bol tora? Tor kaku ke boleche rest korte… R baccha dutoke ke dekhbe bol?”
“Keno Noren da… R tar bhai….”
“Ora jowan chele pele… Ora ki ar hotel e ghumiye thakar lok naki?”
“baah… ta, ki ki korlen?”
Ma ki bolbe, r bujhe pelo na… Goyar kelenkarir kotha toh r prokkashe babar shamne bolte parbe na… tai, hoyto bollo
“Toder toh mukh tukh shukiye geche dekhchi… Bikale mone hoy kichu poreni pete…”
“Tai, toh apnar kache ashlam kakima…” heshe bollo Romy… Ki orthe boleche, ta hoyto Baba bujhlo na… Tai, bhalo manush er moto bollo
“Ta, bina jao… Oder jonno kichu baniye niye asho….”
“Ki khabi tora?”
“Ei apnar dudh cha…” suraj bollo
“Dudh cha?”
“Ha… Apnar dudher cha kotodin khai na…” Koto boro kharap cheleta… Babar shamnei bole boshlo cheleta… Kintu amar baba bodhoy mayer haater chayer kothai bhebei bollo
“Jao… Dudh cha baniye niye asho Bina… Amaro khete icche korche…”
Suraj er jeno dushtumi shesh hoy na… Bole
“Kakima… Amartay ektu dudh bariye diben kintu…” Ma hashlo… Bollo…
“Jacchi…” bole ma uthe gelo… Othar shomoy icche korei hok, r na bujhei hok, dudher factory duto amader shamne duliye uthlo… R tate, jeno Romy-r khudha aro bere gelo… Bollo
“Kakima, amio jai apnar shathe… Ektu help kori ge…”
“Na dorkar nei… Tora bosh golpo kor….”
“Aha… cholun na kakima… Ami help kori giye…”
Romy emon upokari rup dekhe baba bollo
“ha… jao… tomar kakimar shathe jao… Giye shahajjo koro…”
Romy uthe ebar mayer pechon pechon mayer pod dulani dekhte dekhte ranna ghore gelo… Keno gelo, ta Jodi baba janto, tobe hoyto Romy ke shahajjo korar jonno r pathatoh na baba…
Ta, amader Romy kaajer chele bote… Chaluo bote… Ranna ghore babar theke ektu araal hotei, ebar ma ke pechon theke duto dudh chepe dhore bollo
“Aah… Kakima… Kotodin khai na apnar dudh…”
“Obhabe tor kakur shamne bole keo?”
“Ki korbo bolun… Ta, ekhon ektu kheye dekhi… Amar cha na holeo hobe… Dudh holei hobe…”
“Chi… Ekhon na… Tor kaku onno room e boshe…”
“Aha… Saree-r toh konoi balai nei… Blouse khana khulbo r khabo…”
“Na… Na…” Kintu ke shone kar kotha? Shundor kore, blouse er hook gulo khule fello Romy… R beriye porlo, duto bishal bishal kalo dudher tanki… Tanki toh noy, dudher factory… Ebar ekta haat diye tipte tipte arekta mukhe pure khaoya shuru korlo Romy… Ma o anonde or matha chepe dhorlo dudher upor…
Chuk chuk kore dudh khaowate khaowate ebar ma bollo
“Ei chaar… Tor kaku eshe porbe toh… R cha ke banabe bol…”
“Aha… Age ektu pet bhoriye nei… Tarpor, cha khawa jabe…”
“Dushtu chele kothakar… Char bolchi…” kintu amader Romy dudh shesh hobar ag porjonto charlo na… Ektar dudh shesh na hoya na projonto mayer khara botata chushei chollo… Tarpor, ekta shesh hole, arekta mukhe pure chosha shuru korlo… Otao Kheye shesh kore bollo
“Kakima, apnar ta toh khelam… Ebar amar ta ke khabe…”
“Tor paye porchi… Ekhon char… Cha banate hobe…”
“Aha, paye porar dorkar nei… Tar age thaklei kaaj cholbe...”
“Na… Na… Cha banabe ke?”
Kintu Romy ebar ma ke namiye zipper khule danda khana khule bollo
“Eta mukhe pure khete lagun… Ami chayer bebostha korchi…” bole, mayer mukhe bara guje ebar onno dike, chulay cha boshiye dilo… Cha hote hote, amar mayer mukher jadute makeo tar ‘dudh’ khaiye dilo Romy…
15-20 minute por jokhon ma firlo tokhon dekhi table er upor laal cha… R biscuit… baba bollo
“Cha banate eto shomoy laglo tomar?”
“Ki korbo bolo… cha pata khujte ektu shomoy laglo…” Suraj bollo
“Omaa… laal cha keno? Dudh koi kakima?”
“Ota toh shesh hoye geche…”
“Shesh mane?”
“Romy shobta kheye feleche…”
“Romy kheyeche mane?” Baba bollo
“Olpoi dudh chilo barite… Ota Romy kheye feleche ek dhoke… Tai, Romy kheye ota shesh kore feleche…” Amra Romy-r dike takalam… R Romy heshe bollo
“Khide peyechilo khub… Tai, kheye felechi…”
Baba na bujhei bollo
“Jowaan chele… Ektu dudh khete icche hotei pare… Khider jalay cheleta koshto korchilo… Ta pet bhoreche Romy?”
“Ha kaku… Kheye pet bhoreche…”
Suraj ebar bollo
“R amar bhaager dudh ta…”
“Kaal ashish… Khaiye debone…” Ma heshe ebar chole gelo…
Mayer shathe shopping e jawa...
Du din er ghotona… Baba bari bole ma shudhu petticoat r blouse pore ghurche… Ekhon, kahini shuru korbar age, ekta kotha bole rakha dorkar… Apnader ageo mention kora hoyeche, tar poreo bolchi… Er age bostrodyaan er shomoy, mane er ager bar jokhon ma tar jama kapor biliye diyechilo gorib dukhi lokder majhe, shorir ta shoho, shebar mayer pray shob blouse r petticoat pray shob e diye daoya hoyechilo… Baki du tin ta je chilo, ta porei ei du din ma ghurche… Tai, ma aaj kheyal korlo, mayer ek set baade baki du set bhije chad e shukate deoya… Tai, ekhon porar ta baade, mayer r konoi blouse ba petticoat nei…
Tai, bikel bela, ma baba ke bollo
“Ha go… Ami toh ghore shudhu blouse r petticoat pore ghurchi… Ta, ekta shomoshya hoye geche…”
“Amaro besh shomoshya hocche…”
“Tomar ki shomoshya hocche?”
“Amar bare bare tomake jaapte dhorte icche korche…”
“Keno?”
“Tomar gotor ta blouse r petticoat e dekhe tomay khali chepe dhorte icche korche…”
“Dushtu kothakar… Tomar chele tomar kach thekei dekhe dekhe shikheche…”
“Ta, amar ki dosh bolo… Tumi je bhabe ghore ghure berao, amar matha noshto hoye jacche…”
“Ta, amar ki korar bolo… Eke gorom… Tai, tomrai bolle, khali blouse r petticoat pore ghurte…”
“Hehe… Sheta obbosho thik… Ta, ami chinta korchi, amar ei obostha hocche, tahole Noren er ki kharap obostha hocche na…”
Mayer tokhon mone mone hashlo… Karon, shedin dupurei… Ma shobe snaan shere, kapor dhuye chaad e geche melte… Ta, Noren tokhon dariye dariye chaad e cigarette khacchilo… Ta ma ke dekhei Noren da bollo
“Memshaheb, apni chaad e elen je…”
“Ei, amar kapor duto shukote dite….”
“Kapor bolte, apnar blouse r petticoat…” Heshe bollo Noren….
“Ha… Ta, tomar babur adesh… Khali blouse r petticoat pore ghore ghurte… Amar ki korar?”
“Na… Na… Apnar ekhane ki korar ache?” bole Noren da ebar mayer kache eshe bollo
“Ta, ekta kaaj korte paren… Babur shamne jate chepe na dhori, ei jonne amay ekhane ektu apnake chekhe dekhte din…”
“Na Noren… Tomar babu bari…”
“Babu toh r chad e apnar khoj e ashben na…”
“Ta thik… Tomar babu dhukheche snaan e…” Noren ei shune mayer kache eshe Ma ke smooch korte korte petticoat er upor diye mayer pacha khana tipte tipte bollo
“Blouse r petticoat toh pore, besh mojay achen…”
“Gorom ektu kom lagche r ki…”
“Kintu amader toh gorom ektu beshie lagche… Ta ektu ghurun… Apnar pod khana onekdin mere dekha hocche na…”
“Noren…. Dushtu kothakar… Tumio na…”
“Apnie toh bollen, shaheb snaan e… Ei amar shujog…” bole, ma ke ghuriye ebar mayer petticoat ta tule hatu gere boshe mayer pacha ta chatte laglo… Ma bollo
“Ota oto chatar dorkar nei…”
“Keno memshaheb?”
“Kichukhon age, snaan er shomoy, tomar shaheb amar snaan kora dekhe r thakte parlo na… Shei amar pod khana chepe dhoreche…”
“Dhore?”
“Dhore, lagate gelo…”
“Tarpor?”
“Ami bollam, pod toh lagao shudhu… Majhe moddhe ektu chete dileo toh paro… Raate toh tomader pacha mara kheye kheye amar poder futo tar barota bajhiyecho…”
“Tokhon shaheb ki bollo?”
“Shaheb bollo, raat e tomar nijer bor pod marbe na toh ki parar lokjon marbe?”
“Apni bolleni, je parar loker etodine hazar bar er upor pod mara shesh?”
“Ta ki r bola jay bolo, je parar chele buro jei pereche, amar pod mereche… Ta, ebar ami bollam je ektu chete kheye ador kore dao… Dupure ghumabar shomoy abar pod marte dibo…”
“Tarpor?”
“Tarpor tomar shaheb amar paccha khana chete dilo shower er moddhe… Angul dhukiye dhukiye nijer jonno ready koreche dupurer jonno…”
“R tarpor?”
“She toh parle tokhon amar pod mere dey… Bollam, snaan ta shere dupure khabar por, tar barar upor lafabo…”
“Ta, shaheb ki bollo?”
“Lokkhi shonatar moto mene niye amar pod khana chete ekebare ready kore dilo dupure khabar por lagabar jonno...…”
“Ta bhaloi toh… Ta, ami ebar shaheb er jonno arektu ready kore dei pod ta ke… Jate, tar dhokate konoi shomoshya na hoy…” bole, ebar Noren da, dhuti uthiye tar thatano baratay thuthu lagiye, thopash kore amar khanki magi mayer bishal lod lode pachar futor ondhokare bhore dilo… R taash taash kore lagate laglo… Ma thap khete khete bollo
“Thik moto ready korechilo toh tomar shaheb?”
“Sheta toh korechei… Apnar poder moddhe thuthu diye ekebare ready kore rekhe… Ekhon shei thuthur shahajjei apnar tight pod khana araame marte parchi…” bole, ebar ma ke chap haat paye shuye icche moto doggy style barir kaajer lok lagate laglo ma ke… Ma anonde aatke uthlo…Bollo
“Chude ekebare khaal baniye dao Noren…. Aah… Jate tomar shaheb er ekebarei koshto na hoy pod e bara ta dhukate…”
“Jo apnar hukum memshaheb…” bole, Noren thaash thaash kore pathay chor mere thapanor speed ta bariye amar mayer pod er chotto putkir chedata take puro patal rail er guhar size e porinoto korte thaklo… Patal rail er guhar size korte korte Noren bollo
“Memshaheb… R parchi na…”
“Bhaloi toh thapaccho… Ta ki parcho na?”
“Maal aatke rakhte…”
“Ta, tomar shaheb er jonno toh pod ta porishkar rakha dorkar… Bechara, eto koshto kore cheteche… Hoyto, abar chaatbe… Ta, onek din tomar mishti maal khaoya hoy na… Maal ta mukhei felo…” Noren da ebar mayer pod theke bara bere kore mayer shamne doure giye barata chepe dhorlo… R amar shombhranto barir khanki magi ma, nijer pod take shamir jonno porishkar rakhar sharthei hok, ba noren er maal khabar jonnei hok, pod theke ber kora barata mukhe pure chushte laglo… R noren da ebar got got kore maal dhallo amar mayer mukher bhetor… R ta, chete pute kheye fello amar ma… Bara ber korbar por o, noren er maal kichu floor e porlo… Ma bollo
“Chaad ta noshto kore ki labh… Maal o noshto koreo labh nei… Chete kheye feli…” Bole, ebar mati theke porishishto maal khana chete kheye fello…
Jai hok, fire ashi, bortomaane…. Ma heshe bollo
“Na… Chokhra besh bhodro… Oi ku nojor e takay na…”
“Ta thik… Chele bhalo… Tomar khub kheyal rakhe… Amader khub ador jotno ney…”
“Ta, ekhon amar blouse r petticoat nei bollei chole…”
“Bolo ki? Tomar na almari bhorti chilo…”
“Ogulo purono hoye gechillo… Tai, koek mash age elakar gorib dukhi manushder majhe biliye diyechi…”
“Bolo ki? Ta, etodin ki kore kaaj chalale?” Ma abaro mone mone hashlo… Bhablo bolbe je, bari tumi na thakle toh r kapor chopor porte hoy na… Tumi acho bolei porchi… Tarpor, abar bhebe bollo
“Oi, maxi porei din katiyechi… Ta, ekhon amar notun kichu blouse r petticoat lagbe…”
Ei shomoy, ami room e dhuklam… Bollam
“Ki niye golpo korcho tomra?”
“Ei, je amar notun kichu blouse r petticoat lagbe…”
“Tai naki? Ta, aaj toh free achi… Cholo amra tin jon giye kine niye ashi…”
“Baah… Amar gud lagano charao tor amar shathe tor kichu korte icche korlo… Ta, chol kine niye ashi…”
Abaro onek din por...
Shedin shondhay… Amra shopping mall e gelam. Ami Ma, r Baba… Onek din por ma amader shathe shopping e ashlo kolkatay. Onno shomoy toh Noren ke niyei ber hoy.
Ta, aaj ma er poron e ekta tight sleevless blouse(bra nei)
Ar ekta siffon er pink sari... Saree ta r achol dori moto kore duto dudh er majh diye geche...fole dudh jora blouse diye pray fatiye beriye ashche....rastar proti ta lok ekbar kore sei dike je takieche ta maa jane..... Babao beparta kheyal koreche. Boleche
“Bina, saree tar achol ta thik koro…”
“Aha… Thik e toh ache…”
“Na… Ektu spread kore poro…”
“Obhabe porle, kemon jani baaje lage… Lokjon kemon kore jani takay…” Takabe na? Mayer bishaal dudh jora prokash na pele je bairer lokeder koshto hoy. Ma shei koshto laghob korbar chinta tei toh ache… Ta mayer kotha shune baba r kichui boleni.
Ta, amra first e gelam, ekta dokane… Jokhoni, dhukbo, tokhon dekhi, amar college mate Subol er shathe dekha. Subol, amar boyoshi. Baba-r posting patna hobar dorun, o class 8 e patnay shift kore. Or shathe majhe majhe FB te kotha hoto. Aaj, hotat dekha, hoye gelo…
“Kire Suhil! Kemon achish!” hut kore pechon theke bole uthlo Subol.
“Cholche. Tui kemon achish re? Patna theke kobe eli?”
“Eito aaj shokale.” Ebar she ma baba-r dike takalo… Takatei, mayer dike chokh pore gelo Subol er. Ek dishtite mayer dudher dike takiye bollo
“Nomoshkar kaku, kakima… Bhalo achen?” Ei Subol er kotha arektu tahole boltei hoy… Ami jokhon class 6 e pori, tokhon or shathe bedom maar pit hoyechilo… Maar piter karon, amar ma…
Amar birthday te onek friend er shathei o eshechilo amader bashay. Ei Subol, shei boyoshei onek beshi paaka… Class er onek meyeri shei amole tar dudh tepa shesh… Shei Subol jokhon amar bashay eshechilo, tokhon amar mayer dudh r pod jora dekhe, tar shei obostha tei dariye giyechilo… Shunechi, shei shomoy, she du ek bar icche korei, mayer pachay haat diyechilo… Mayer dudh e konoi diye dhakka diyechilo… Amar chenali ma tokhon, jinish take niye khub ekta chinta koreni.
Kintu, Subol onek kichui chinta korechilo.. Porer din college e shobai ke bole beriyechilo, koto bishall bishal dudh amar mayer. Kotobar shei amar mayer dudh e haat diyechilo. Kotobaar tipechilo. Ei shob. Amar mayer pachar kechha kahiniyo bolechilo. Bolechilo, shei bishal bishal thol thole pacha, kotobar she tipe dekheche. Ei shob shonar por, onek chelei interested hoyechilo, amar bashay jabar jonne. Oneke, rotalo, je amar ma ek bishal boro khanki…
Ei shonar por, kar e ba matha thik thake… Tai, ekdin breaktime e, oke doram kore ek thappor diyechilam… Bolechilam
“Tui amar ma ke niye egulo ki bolish?!”
“Ki bolechi!”
“Tui shobar kache rotiyechish, amar ma ekta khanki… magi…”
“Ta, ja dekhechi, tai bolechi. Mitthe toh bolini…” Ei shune aro ekta lathi martie shuru holo maramari… Shei maramari, ek porjay thamiye dey onno chelera. Kintu, er por, r kokhono or shathe kotha hoy ni amar. Class 8 e or baba oke niye patna chole jay.
Ta, shei cheler kach theke aaj ki aasha kora jay? She puro dome amar ma ke check out korte thaklo…. Dudh er upor theke chokh shorena… Amar baba-r shathe oi dudher dike takiye takiyei tar kotha holo…
“Ta, baba tumi kemon acho?”
“Eito kaku… bhaloi achi…” tar chokh mayer dudh er upor…
“Ta bhalo… Ta, tomar baba ma bhalo achen?”
“Ha…” tar chokh jeno mayer dudh theke shorchei na… R amar khanki magi mao jeno moja pacche… Arektu kache eshe bollo
“Ta, tumi toh besh boro hoye gecho dekhchi… Tomake shesh dekhechilam, Suhil er birthday er din…”
Subol ebar mayer dikhe takiye heshe bollo
“Ha kakima… Shedin khub moja korechilam…”
Tarpor, onek khon por, amar dike takiye bollo
“Ta, tui ekhane ki korchish?”
“Oi mayer shopping korte…”
“Baah…”
“Tui ki korte eshechish?”
“Ek friend er shathe dekha hobar kotha chilo… Kintu she last moment e cancel koreche, traffic er jonne.”
“Ahare… Ta ekhon ki korbi?”
“Kono kaaj nei… Toder shathei tahole ghuri…” Subol je ki korane ekhon amader shathe ghurte chaiche, ta nishchoi apnara bujhte parchen… Ta, jehetu cheyeche, ami r ki bolbo… Kichu ekta bolbo bhebechilam, tokhoni ma bollo
“Ta, bhaloi hoy… Asho amader shathe…” Bole ma ebar dhuke gelo ekta dokane…
Ta, dokane dhuktei dokandar bollo
“Didi, ki chai apnar?”
“Ghore porar koekta kapor dorkar chilo…”
“Kemon?”
“Ki ache?”
“Ghore porar jonno amar kache nighty ache… Bhalo nighty… ”
“Dekhi?”
Dokandar ebar koekta nightyber korlo… nighty gulo ektu old fashioned…Ma ogulo dekhchilo… Tarpor, amar dike chailo… Ami ektu hashlam… Ma, ebar amar isharay dokandar ke bollo
“Apnar kache, arektu aramdayok kichu ache?”
“Kemon aramdayok?”
“Dhorun… Egulo toh ektu mota kaporer… Egulo porle gorom lagbe mone hoy…”
“Tahole kemon chaichen?”
“Ektu patla…”
“Acha…” bole ebar she ro kichu ber korlo… Egulo, ektu patla… tobe, tao ektu old fashioned… Ma hoyto egulo niyei khushi thakto…. Kintu tar agei ami bollam
“Ma, egulo tomar besh gorom lagbe... Ektu onno rokom lagbe… Uncle, apnar kache r kichu nei?”
Ebar dokandar bollo
“Ache… Kintu, didi-r bhalo lagbe kina jani na....”
“Aha, dekhi na uncle…”
Dorkandar baba dike takalo… Ami bollam
“Uncle ektu dekhan na… Dekhi na, ki ache…”
Ebar dokandar aro kichu ber korlo… Ja ber korlo, ta dekhei ma bollo
“Na na… Egulo, ektu beshi modern mone hocche…” Ami ebar baba ke bollam
“Baba egulo dekho… Egulo na modern mohilara pore…”
“Kintu tor ma ke ki manabe?” Baba jeno amay thamanor chestay… Kintu baba bhul khel khello…
“Ma ekhane try out korlei pare…”
“Ki bolchish…. Oder toh mone hoy changing room nei…” Ami ebar dokandar er dike takiye bollam
“Uncle, apnader egulo ki kono bhabe ma try korte parbe?”
“Eshob dokane toh changing room thake na…” ami ebar ekta hashi dilam… Bujhlam, dokandar o besh interested. R tokhoni tai bollo
“Apnader jonno special ekta ayojon korte pari…”
Bole, ebar dokan theke beriye aste korte shutter ta namiye dilo… Diye bollo
“Jehetu changing room nei, ami dokantai apnar changing room kore dilam….” Ami ebar babar dike takiye bollam
“Ma ekhanei change kore dekhuk kemon hoy… Tomar bhalo na lagle, nibe na…”
Baba kichu ekta bolte jacchilo… Tokhoni, Subol o boma ta fatalo…
“Kaku… Kakima besh modern mohila… Ta, koekta modern kapor chopor porle shomoshya ki?” Ebar ami bomb ta aro joralo korar jonno phone ta ber kore Subol ke koekta chobi dekhalam… Dekhe Subol er instane khariye gelo… Shudhu kharalo na… Shei ebar baba ke bollo
“Kaku, kakima ke eto chomotkar lagche bikini te… Kakima bikini pore ghurte pare….”
“Kintu sheta toh Goa te… tao, bipod e pore kinechilo…”
“Tahole ghore porte shomoshya ki? Ghore toh shudhui apnara….”
“Ghore, amar kajer loko toh ache… Or kache….” Ami ebar bollam
“Baba Noren da toh ma ke bikini teh dekheche.. Tahole egulo toh shomoshya ki?”
“Kintu bikini ek jinish…”
“Etao toh temon kichui na… Ta chara, jokhon apnar barir chakor kakima ke bikini te dekheche, tokhon etate dekhle temon kichui hobe na…” Ami ebar bollam
“Noren da, ma ke blouse r petticoat e ghurte dekheche… Egulo toh, kichui na…”
“Kintu, egulo…”
Part II
“Acha, age ma pore dekhi…. Tarpor, tumi bolo…”
Baba bujhlo, tar r konoi card khelar nei… Baba bollo
“Thik ache… Kintu, ekhane eto manush er shamne… Tor ma toh lojja pete pare…”
“Baba dekho, egulo besh dami… Egulo age try kora uchit na? Ta chara, uncle egulor size ki ache?”
“Didi-r shob cheye boro size ta lagbe… Tai, khali eguloi lagbe….” bole, dokandar kichu ber korlo… Egulo dekhe ami bujhlam, dokandar kon dike egocche… Kintu, amio toh amar khanki mayer chele… Tai, bollam
“Ha…. Eguloi beshi manabe… Beshi araam pabe ma…”
Bole, ebar baba ke bollam
“Ekta try korei dekhuk na… Dekhlei bujhbe, egulo hobe naki hobe na…”
“Kintu…”
“Aha, uncle toh professional… Ta, chara Subol toh tar cheler motoi… Ta chara dokan bondho… Keo dekhbe na…”
“Kintu…”
“R ma eka ki kore bujhbe, tar fitting hoyeche kina…. Dokandar dekhle bujhbe je kon size ta mayer fitting hoy…. R amader kache toh shob e bhalo lagbe… Subol dekhle bujhbe, asholei ma ke bhalo lagche kina…”
“Kintu, ebhabe openly, change korbe ki kore?”
Ami ebar bollam…
“Cholo, amra onno dike takai….. R ma oi shomoy tate change koruk…”
“Kintu….” Ebar Subol amar support e bollo
“Kakima, apnar ki kono oshubidhe ache?” Amar khanki ma baba shamne shob shomoy adorsho grihobodhu… Kintu, shorir dekhate tar konoi, apotti nei… Tar shamir shamneo… Bollo
“Tomader kakur jodi shomoshya na thake… Tobe amar kono shomoshya nei… Ta chara, egulo bari nebar por jodi dekhi, na hoy, tobe toh shomoshya….”
Baba jeno puroi here gelo… Bollo
“Amar konoi apotti nei…” Ma ebar ekta dushto hashi heshe bollo
“Tahole tomra ebar onno dike takao shob… Ami change kore feli….” ami ebar shobai onno dike takalam… Baba shudhu dekhte chacchilo… Ma bollo
“Tumio takao… Amar ebhabe lojja kore…”
Amar beshya ma, je tar shorir shobai ke dekhiye beray… je barir chakorer kache din raat amar babar obortomane choda khay… Je parar cheleder ke ghore dawat diye nijer gud e ekta, r pod e ekta bara bhore…. Je public bus e nijer shorir ke public kore dey… Shei ma babar shamne kapor change korte “lojja pacch”... Shunei amar kemon hashi pelo… Kintu, hashi thamiye rakhlam… R amar babao ebar onno dike takalo...R ma change kora shuru korlo….
Thik dui minute por, ma bollo
“Ogo shuncho… Ektu help korbe… Ami ei fita ta lagate parchi na….” Baba ebar ghurlo… Ghurlo… Ghure kichukhon mayer dike chup chap takiye thaklo… Ma bollo
“Tumi ki ha kore dariye thakbe naki lagiye dibe?”
“Kintu… Eta toh…. Beshi... ”
“Beshi ki?”
“Beshi….”
“Beshi patla? Ghore gorome bachi na…. Tai, ekhane elam tomader choice e ghore porar kapor kintu… R tumi ekhon…”
“Na… Amar temon kono shomoshya nei… Kintu…”
“Tomar jehetu shomoshya nei… Tokhon chele gulo ke dar koriye rekho na… Ta chara, dokandar er loss hoye jacche…”
Baba ebar r kotha baralo na… Tobe, eita bujhlam, baba kichu na bolleo babar kacheo jinishta besh legeche… R tai, fite ta lagiye dilo…. Ebar ma bollo
“Dada, etar r kichui nei naki?”
“Na didi... “ Dokandar ekhono pechon dike ghure bollo “Etar shathe r kichui nei…”
“Tahole r ki… Ekhon, tora ghure taka… Dekh kemon lagche…” Amra ebar fire takalam…. Takiye ja dekhlam…. Bujhlam, keno baba khub ekta uccho baccho koreni… Keno, kichukhon ha kore takiye thaklo… Subol er emni dariye chilo… Eta dekhe, mone holo tar aro kharap obostha hoye gelo.. R dokandar ke dekhe mone holo, tar chokh chana bara.. Hoyto, shei ei eki piece, hajar bar sell koreche…. Hoyto, eta model der dekhche, chobi te… Kintu, ebhabe live ekjon customer…
Tao, erokom boro dudhwali…. Jar bishal bishal bokkho elakar shob loker chokher roshogolla… Jar bishal bishal pachar dulunite shobar matha jhaki khay…. Shei khanki jokhon tar jonno sheta pore dekhay, tokhon tar matha kharap hoye jabari kotha….
Ami ebar thik moto porokh kore dekhlam… Amaro bara dariye gelo shonge shonge…
Dress, ta ekta lacy shada robe… Robe, er niche pray shobi dekha jacche.. Tar bishal bishal dudh duto je dudher factory ache, jeta diye icche moto dudh beroy, shei dudh duto, shobi bojha jacche… Robe tar majhe mayer dudher bishal khaaj dekha jacche directly. R tar dudher bota gulo just barely lukiye ache… R mayer robe ta just tar urudesh ordhek dhakche… R etao bojha jacche, je niche kono panty nei… Ma bollo
“Kemon lagche amay?” Me ebar komore haat diye model der moto pose korar cheshta korlo…
R dekhi, shobai ek bhabe cheye ache mayer dike… Karo mukhe konoi kotha nei… Bhalo kore kheyal kore dekhi, baba ro khariye geche… Tar 40+ bou, shobar shamne, ekta robe pore ache, ja dhakar cheye beshi dekhacche, sheta dekhe, tar nijeri obostha kharap hoye geche… Ami kichu bolte jacchilam, kintu dekhi, Subol o age bonduk niye ready….
“Kakima, aapnake besh lagche…”
“Asholei?”
“Ha…”
“Tahole kine felbo?”
“Kena uchit… Kintu, age pechonta ektu dekhar icche…”
“Pechon ta?”
“Apnar dress er pechon ta…”
“Thik... “ bole, ma ebar ghurlo… Ghurtei, mayer pechon ta dekha gelo… Shada robe er majh khan diye pith puroi dekha jacche… R robe ta thik pachar nich porjonto jacche… R tar panty te dhaka bishal bishal duto pacha duto kono mote oi shada robe ta aatke dhore ache… Kintu, shobi fute uteche… Ma jigesha korlo
“Kemon lagche?”
Subol bollo
“Kakima… besh lagche… Apnar eta neoya uchit…” Ma ebar baba ke tease kore bollo
“Ogo… Tumi toh kichu bolle na… Kemon lagche amay…”
“Bhalo… Bhalo…” baba ebar onek koshte bollo
“Tahole, eta porei ghore thakbo?”
“Ha… Kintu….”
“Kintu ki?”
“Etar niche kichu thakbe na?”
Dokandar ebar bollo
“Dada, etar shathe alada panty nite pare…”
“Kintu, bra…”
“Didir size er bra ekhane paoya jay na… Ei tollate nei…”
“Ki bolcho?”
“Tar bust size eto boro, je bra khate na…”
“Tahole panty din…”
“Etar shathe matching panty hobe egulo…”
“Panty toh tar achei…”
“Kintu etar shathe panty gulo thik jay na…”
“Tahole?”
“Ei panty gulo beshi khate…” bole dokandar, ebar G string ber korlo koekta… Baba bollo
“Egulo, ektu beshi open na?” dokandar ebar hashlo… Jei loker roshalo bou taqr roshalo dudh r pacha dekhiye pureoi ekta transparent robe pore ache… She bolche, G-string ektu beshi transparent.
“Na dada… Etai aaj kaal kar fashion... “
“Bolchen ki?”
“Etai etar shathe manay… R didi-r ei size guloi lagbe…”
“Ha… Egulor shathe eta manabe kaku…”
Baba r ki bolbe… Shundor moto back down korlo…
Tokhoni, dorjay thok thok porlo… Baire theke ek lok bollo
“Dada, bondho debar time hoyeche… Ebar ber hote hobe mall theke…”
Ma ebar bollo
“Thik ache… Ber hoi...”
“Thik ache…”
“R ekhon ektu change kori… Shobai abar ghuro…”
Ebar ma change hotei, abar bangali shadha shidha sexy boudi hoye beriye gelo dokan theke...Ferar shomoy taxi Subol ami r ma pechone boshlam… R baba shamne… Subol icche korei, ma ke majhe rakhlo, jate ektu moja korte pare…
Pechone boshei prothomei tar haat chole gelo, ma er komorer pechone.... Bollo
“Ei kolkatar taxi te din din jayga komei jacche… Ki bolish…”
Rastay temon kichui ghotlo na… Obbosho, ami bujhini tokhon… Pore bari giye bolechilo ma…
Amra jei poth diye jacchilam, ta besh bhanga chilo… Ta, driver ektu anari… Tai, aste aste jacchilo… Tobuo thik moto driving na korar karone bhanga churay besh bari khacchilo… R jokhoni hocchilo…. Tokhon, ma bar bar feel korchilo, Subol er haat ta bar bar nicher dike namchilo…
Ek porjaye, ma feel korlo, tar pachar nichei haat… Ma emon bhaab korlo, je ma bujhte pareni… Subol er dike takate, Subol emon bhaab korlo, je baire takiye ache… Ma feel korlo, je halka matla pachay haat bulacche Subol… Er por, thik 10 second por, amra arekta gorte thik porlo… Edike, ma feel korlo, thik tar pachar majhe chole geche tar haat… Ma abaro tar dike chokh porlo…
Tokhono, Subol baire takiye takiye dekhche…. Ma besh moja pelo… Edike tar kheyal holo, driver puro takiye ache tar dudher khaaj e… Ma ebar bujhlo, driver motoe anari na…. Driver, puroi pakka jhanu maal…. Mayer dudh jakhani dekhar jonnoi icche kore bhanga chora jaygay felche gari…. R edike baba bollo
“Tumi kotodin dhore driving korcho?”
“Keno uncle?”
“Tumi je bhabe bhangar upor diye jaccho….”
“Ei, du mash holo challachi… Ta chara, ondhokare thik moto dekha jacche na… tai, ektu shomoshya hocche chalate…”
“Acha, aste chalao… Tahole r porbe na…”
“Thik ache uncle….”
Driver abaro ektu speed komiye dilo…. Kintu, bhangay thik e porte laglo… R mayer dudh duto jhaki khete laglo…. Onnodike, mayer pachar niche kheyal korlo, tar pachar futoy ekta angul er choya thik e petticoat upor diye feel korte laglo…
Ma besh moja pelo… Ek dike, pachar futoi halka choya… R onno dike, driver er jhakanite dudh khela… Dui dike, tar jol khoshe jete laglo…. Er por, jeta holo, eta ma hoyto ma asha korchilo na…
Ekta bishal gorto chilo shamne… Driver icche kore, ebar otar upor diye ektu jore gelo… R tate, mayer dudh duto toh puroi lafalo… R edike, subol jhaki te hok, r jhakir shujoge hok, icche kore mayer pachar bhetor ek bare angul ta dhukiye dilo… R amar rendi magi ma, jar pachar futoy daily keo na keo bara bhore, tate easily angul ta dhuke jabe… R tate gelow….
R tate, mayer chokh bondho hoye gelo arame… R subol okhanei thamlo na… Ma ke bachabar naame, icche kore, arek haat diye mayer dudh chepe dhorlo… R shomane koek second tipte thaklo… Tarpor, bollo
“Kakima… Sorry….” Ma ebar chokh bondho kore bollo
“Na baba, tumi na dhorle ami hoyto porei jetam…”
Subol ebar pachar bhetor arektu angul ghuriye bollo
“Apnar ekhon boshte kono shomoshya hochhe nato?”
“Na na…” bondho kore bollo…
“Thik moto boshche toh?”
“Ha ha…” r Subol aro jore jore angul dhukalo bhetore… R ma ebar jol khoshalo…
Jokhon amar ma jol khoshalo, tokhon baba bolte thaklo driver
“Ki chalaccho tumi… Tumi jebhabe oi gorter upor diye gele…” Edike, ma bollo
“Aha, oke boko na… Cheleta na bujhe koreche…. R ja koreche, ta bhalor jonnoi koreche…”
Er majhe baba pechone takalo, r shathe shathe Subol haat shoriye fello…
“Baba, tumi kothay nambe?”
“Ami apatoto jei ekhanei neme jabo… Pore arekdin dekha hobe…”
“Acha, thik ache baba… Bhalo theko… R bashay esho…”
“Bashay toh ashboi…” Subol bole, neme gelo gari theke… Keno ashben, asha kori, apnara shobai bujhchen….
Dada
Barite firei baba ke bollo
“Dao, dress gulo dao…”
“Ekhon keno?”
“Ekhoni eta pori…”
“Kintu, ekhon… Shobar shamne…”
“Shobai mane?”
“Ei dhoro, Noren bashay ache…”
“Ta obbosho thik… Kintu…” Ma hoyto kichu bolte jacchilo… Ami aag bariye nilam beparta…
“Aha… Noren da, ma ke bikini teh dekheche… Tokhon kono shomoshya hoyni… R ta chara, ma dokandar er shamne try kore dekhte pare…”
“Kintu, sheta toh try korar jonno…”
“R Norenda ghorer manush hoye ma ke dekhle ki kichu hobe?”
“Ta, ek dik diye thik… Kintu…”
“Dekho, ma egulo kineche ghore porar jonno…. Ekhon ghorei jodi na porte pare thik moto…”
“Acha, thik ache baba thik ache… Poruk tor ma…”
Ma ebar hashi mukhe packet gulo niye upore chole gelo… R kicchukhon, abar robe ta pore fire elo… Amar ma, etodin babar pechone pechone, barite shobi porto… Shudhu tar kapor chara… R ekhon, amar babar shamnei tar barir chakorer shamne, bolte gele shobi dekhate thaklo… R edike, purono panty gulo baad diye, etar shathe trending kora g string pore firlo…
Ek bar toh robe ta porar ruper rohossho apnader bolechi… Ebar shudhu tar notun panty tar jore tar pachar ruper kotha ta bolchi… G string er pechoner fite ta mayer bishal bishal pachar majhe bolte gele hariye gelo… R panty tar shamnei, mayer bhodar majh khan diye thik bolte gelo chole gelo… Ma ebar eshe pacha duto duliye duliye bollo
“Aah… Ki araam lagche ekhon… Amake kemon lagche?”
“Bhalo… Kintu, panty ta…”
“Aha… Panty ta toh emoni…”
“Kintu, ebhabe…”
“Aha, araam e toh lagche…”
“Tahole r ki bolbo?”
Emon shomoy Norenda eshe dhuklo… Norena dekhe ektu thotomoto… Ma ke hazar bar puroi nogno dekheche… Kintu ebhabe babar shamne, emon ekta robe porte dekhe Noren er chokh pray thikre beriye ashlo… Ami ebar moja kore bollam
“Dada, ki dekhcho emon kore?”
“Na… Mane dada…”
“Ki?”
“Memshaheb ke ei prothom bar emon ekta poshake dekhlam go dada…”
“Kharap lagche dekhte?”
“Na… besh bhaloi lagche…”
“Tahole toh holoi…”
“Dekhecho baba, Noren da ro kono shomoshya hocche na…”
Baba r ki bolbe? Baba chup kore boshe thaklo… R ebhabei amar beshya magi ma ebar babar shamnei barir chakor ke tar shorir dekhate shuru korlo… Tobe, ekhanei je khela shesh na, ta bhaloi bujhte parchilam…
Shedin raate…. Ami ghore dhukei dekhi, baba r ma bichanay shuye makeout korche… Ami bollam
“Aha, amake charai shuru kore diyecho?”
“Tor baba aaj amake charchei na…”
“Keno ma?”
“Tor baba-r mone hoy robe ta khub bhalo legeche re…” baba edike, mayer dudh duto tipte tipte bollo
“Tor ma ke aaj besh lagche…” Bole, robe er upor diyei mayer dudh e ekta kamor dilo…
“Oow… Aste…” bole hashlo ma…
Ami ebar ma ke pechon theke joriye dhore, mayer pachay ekta chor marlam… Ma bollo
“Aste… baire theke je shob shona jabe…” ami ebar heshe bollam
“Keno Noren da shune felbe, je tomar shathe amra moja nicchi?” Ma jeno bhalo manush sheje bollo
“Noren ke toh jananor dorkar nei, tai na…” Ami ebar babar dike takiye bollam
“Noren da jodi etodineo kichu bujhlo na, tahole aajo bujhbe na…”
Baba hotat chintito hoye bollo
“Jodi emon hoy? Je Noren shobi jane…”
Ma ebar ektu obaak holo… Kintu, sheta lukiye shathe shathei baba ke tease kore bollo
“Ki jane bolo?”
“Je Suhil er shathe tomar shomporko ache…”
“Keno eta mone holo?”
“Suhil jebhabe tomar shathe chole fera kore… Tomar shathe jebhabe act kore…”
“Ki bhabe act kore?”
“Tomake khola mela kapor porte bole…Ei, tomar gaye haat dey… ”
“Tate ki hoyeche… O toh amake aro khola mela dhekeche… Amar gaye haat diyeche…”
“Kintu sheto tomake message korar shomoy… Obhabe toh r dekheni…”
“Keno? Ami jokhon amar choto chele duto ke dudh khawatam, tokhon toh o chokh bhore amar dudh duto dekheche…”
“Tomar dudh ki r tumi lukiye rakhte paro? Tomar je bishal bishal dudh…”
“Ta tumi ki chao, ami amar dudh duto lukiye rakhi amar cheleder kach theke? Jate ora na khete pare? Jate tumi na khete paro?”
“Na… Ami ta bolchi na…” Baba r kichui bolar age, ma tar mukhe ekta dudh pure dey… Bole
“Tumi ekhon lokkhi shonatar moto dudh khao toh dekhi…” Baba r kichui bolte pare na… Ma ebar babar bara ta dhore bole
“Tomar choto bhai ta toh jegeche dekhi…” bole, ebar dudh khawate khawatei babar dhon haatrate thake... R shuru hoy amader raater lila khela… Baba ke ma ride kore… R ami ma ke pechon theke dp korte thaki… r ebhabei ma ke shei raater jonno baap beta mile shanto kori…
Porer din shokale… Noren da r ma geche bazare… Usually, noren dai bazar kore… Kintu, ma o chailo, aaj notun kichu banabe, tai, Noren da er shathe bazar e gelo…
Ta, bashay jemon ekebarei khola kapor chopor porche aajkaal, temon na ektu bhodro kapor pore esheche… Tao, lokjon shob mayer bishal bishal dudher upor takiye ache… Karon ta besh simple… Ma jei blouse poreche, tar thik majhkahan diye mayer sareer achol beriye geche…. R tai, dudher factory duto ekebare prokaasho… R ta dekhe dekhei bazar er shob dokandar er bara dariye geche…
Ta ekta dokane giye ma bollo
“Ta, fresh shobji ache?”
“Ha boudi ache…”
“Dao dekhi, ki ki ache… Shob pod e adh kg kore dao... “
Ta, dite dite Dokandar bollo
“Boudi, amar kache taal ache… Eta aaj purota beche debo… Fali kore bechte parbo na…”
“Acha… Puro ta koto?”
“80 taka…”
“80 taka? Bolcho ki? Eto daam?”
“Eta onek boro… Ta, etar daam emon hotei pare boudi…”
“Kisher eto boro…”
“Boudi… Er cheye boro jodi ei bazar e kichu dekhate paren, tobe amar kache joto taal ache, ta shob free diye debo…”
“Shotti free diye debe?”
“Mayer kire… Shob taal apnake free te diye dibo…”
Ma ashe pashe takalo… Dupur bela… Tai bazare bishesh customer nei… R dokanta ekta side e… Wall er pashe…. Khali pashe ekta dokandar ache… She prothom thekei lolusho chokhe mayer dike takiye ache… Specifically mayer bishal bishal dudher dike… Ta ma ebar dokandar er dike takiye theke bollo
“Ei je dekho…” bole ebar mayer sareer fin fine sarir achol ta fele dilo matite… R beriye elo mayer bishal bishal dudh jora… Dokandar ha kore takiye thaklo kichukhon…. Noren khali hashlo…. Mayer moto beshya magi ke je roj chode, tar jonno eta kono bepar na, Noren jane…
Shobjiwalar pray 2 minute jabar por hush firlo… tar mone porlo, je tar taal guli bujhi shob ekhoni gelo tar haat theke… Bollo
“Memshaheb… apnar dudh gulo besh boro… Kintu amar taalr cheye boro na... “
“Ke boleche… Amar dudh gulo ekhon 46H”
“Tar poreo bojha jacche na…”
“Ta bojha jabe ki kore?”
“Jodi arektu bhalo kore dekhte partam…”
“Arektu bhalo kore?”
“Ha…”
“Thik ache…” bole ma ebar ektu edik odik takalo…. Ashe pashe ekhon kono customer nei bollei chole… Khali pasher duto dokandar ache… Ma ebar khola bazarei ja korlo ta dekhe Noren da besh obaak e holo… Ebar blouse er hook gulo taan diye khule ekta bishal dudh khana prokassho dibaloke prokash korlo… Sobjiwala r tar shohojogider chokh ekebare kopale uthe geche… Eke toh sharajibon side diye blouse er upor diye bazare dudh dekheche…. Khola bazare dekhar porshnoi ashe na… Tar upor eto boro dudh toh era baaper jonmeo dekheni… Sobjiwala bole
“Eki dekhlam memshaheb… O ki dudh naki pahar?”
“Ota amar dudh… Ekhon biswas holo tomar je amar dudh tomar taalr cheye boro?”
Sobjiwala bujhe giyeche je she herei giyeche… Ekhane jetar kono upay nei… Ta ebar taalr asha chere diye ei dudh er asha jodi ektu kora jay, tobe tar i labh… Tai, ebar muchki heshe ma ke bollo
“Memshaheb, apnar dudh toh boro bujhlam… Amaro mone hocche apnar dudh e boro… Kintu, amar tao mone ektu khotka ache…”
“Kisher khotka?”
“Amar mone hocche, amar taal tai boro ekhono…”
“Bolcho ki?”
Ebar ma baki dujon dokandar er dike takiye bollo
“Tomader ki mone hoy boloto? Ei taal ta boro naki amar dudh jora?”
Oder shobari danda khariye obostha ekakar… Ekjon dhutir upor diyei openly bara ghoshe jacche… Ta, ma abaro jigesha korlo
“Amar taal boro naki dokandar er taal?”
“Memshaheb, apnar tai boro mone hocche… Kintu, tar poreo sure hoye naoya uchit… Karon apni or shob taal bari niye jaben toh… Tai, ektu sure hoye niye naoya bhalo…” Ebar Noren er dike takiye bollo ma
“Dekhecho Noren… Ekhono tader biswas hocche na…”
“Biswas hoyeche… Tar poreo ora ektu sure hote chaiche toh memshaheb…”
“Tahole ki kore puro puri biswas korabo?”
“Daran ami dekhiye dicchi…” bole Norenda ekta kumro mayer dudh er pashe rekhe dudh ta arekta haat diye dhore uthiye bollo
“Etai boro dekho…” dokandar er dike dekhiye bollo
“Ta toh mone hocche…. Kintu, amar nijer haate na dekhe bujhte parbo na…”
“Memshaheb, o toh dhore dekhte chaiche…” Ma ebar bollo
“Kintu tomar shaheb ki bolbe bolo toh?”
“Shaheb toh r janche na je tar bou ki korche bazare....”
“Ta thik… Ta dekho bapu, mone khule konta boro…” sobjiwala jeno akasher chaad haate pelo… Lafiye uthe mayer dudh ekta chotke tarpor taal ta tule niye bollo
“Mone toh hocche amar taal e boro…” bole chotkate thaklo… Ma araame chokh bondho kore bollo
“Amar dudh tomar haate dilam… Tar poreo tomar biswas hocche na?”
“Kintu amar kache toh tai mone hocche…” Pasher dokandar ebar arek buddhi dilo… Bollo
“Khali boro dekhalei toh r bojha jabe na… Ek kaaj korun, dari pallay ek pashe taal de r arek pashe dudh… Dekh konta bhari…” dokandar o dudh khela niye moja peye raji holo… Hazar hok, taal tar shomoshto chole gele jaak… Kintu oto boro taal haate niye khelte parlei tar shanti… Tai, dari palla niye ebar mayer dudh ektate bhorlo… Bhorte bhorte onek dalai malai korei bhorlo… R arek pashe taal ta bhore dilo…. Dekha gelo, dudh er bhare taal babaji uporei uthe gelo…. Ma ebar bollo
“Ebar biswas hoyeche amar dudh boro?” kintu totokhone eto dalai malai karone, dudh er fota top top kore dari pallay poreche kichu… Dokandar ebar arek dofa moja korbar jonno bollo
“Eta toh thik na.. Apnar mai dudhe bhorti…. Tai, toh beshi bhari lagbei…”
“Ta, mai te dudh thakbe na toh ki pepsi thakbe?”
“Na, ami toh khali dudh er hishaabe korei bolechi…”
“Oi dekho… Khali tumi mukher kotha change korcho…”
“Ekhon toh apnar taal dite pari na…”
“Ei shob toh thik na… Amar mai e ekhon khub kom dudh hoy… Nei bollei chole… Ota toh khub ekta bhari korbe na…”
“Tar poreo…”
“Tahole khali dudh mapbe ki kore?”
“Dudh ber kore nite hobe…”
“Kintu dudh toh olpoi hoy… R ogulo amar choto baccha ta khabe na?”
“Ekhon eta na korle toh hocche na…”
“Tahole ki korbe tumi?”
“Ami nije baki dudh ber kore nebo… Tarpor mapbo…”
“Ta dudh ber korbe ki kore? Chipa chipi kore r koto ber hobe?”
“Ei jonno, chushei ber korte hobe… Jokhon chushe dekhbo r dudh nei, tokhon bujhbo apnar dudh khali…”
“Kintu ebhabe khola bazare?”
“Apni amader apnar bishal dudh dekhate paren.... R dudh khawate parben na?”
“Acha thik ache…. Kintu ek shorte… Tumi r kotha paltabe na toh?”
“Biswas korun… Amar dudh khaoya shesh holei maap korbo…. Jodi apnar ta beshi hoy tobe amar dokaner taal shob apnar….”
“Acha thik ache…” bole ma ebar noren er dike takiye hashlo… Noren o hashlo…. R ebar dokandar eshe mayer mai jora mukhe puro chushte laglo…. Mayer bishal kalo mai er bota mukhe pure chushte laglo… Mayer ekhon r ager moto dudh hoy na… Tai, shobjiwalar beshi beg pete holo na… Tarporei dudh chosha r dalai malai cholei jete laglo…. Ma bollo
“Hoyeche toh amar dudh shesh…” Shobjiwala heshe bollo
“Arektu kheye nei… Jodi ektu dudh baki thake…” bole shobjiwala arektu chushte laglo… Edike, arek shobji wala bollo
“Arekta teh dudh thakle jodi oi dudh etate chole ashe?”
“Arekta te ashbe ki kore?”
“Tar poreo, sure hoya dorkar na?” Ma ebar bollo
“Tahole otao faka koro tomra… Jodi tate tomader shanti mele…”
Ebar oi dokandar mayer arekta dudh blouse theke kore chosha shuru korlo…
Amar shombranto barir ma beriyeche tar barir kaajer loker shathe baazar korte… R shei ma ke bazarer majhkane blouse khana khule, du duto shobjiwalake dudh khawate hocche…. Tao prokassho dibaloke… Keno? Koekta taal free pabar jonno… Pray 10 minute par hoye gelo…. Mai dutor dudh shesh hobar poreo shobjiwala dujon chushte lagte thaklo… Ma bollo
“Hoyeche toh amar mai duto khali…” Ebar side theke tin no. shobjiwala bollo
“Oder ke shoran… Ami duto dudh chushe sure kore dicchi, dudh khali hoyeche…” bole ebar oi dujon ke shoriye dudh ekta mukhe pure dekhlo…. Tarpor, aro kichukhon chushlo… Tarpor, arekta mukhe pure chushe kichukhon rekhe bollo
“Ha… Ebar dutoi khali…” ebar abar dari pallay maap dilo mayer dudh r taal… Ebaro mayer bijoy holo… Obbosho mayer maan ijjot er porajoyer por…. Ebar shobji wala khanto diye bollo
“Na, apni jitechen memshaheb… Apnar dudh e bhari…”
“Tahole, ebar toh blouse ta pore felte pari…”
“Jodi amader arektu dudh khawate na chan…”
“R toh dudh nei… Ekhon ki r ager moto dudh hoy bolo? Age elakar chele pele shobai pet pure khete parto… Ekhon, olpoi hoy khali bacchar jonno…”
“Ta, abaro dudh baran… Jate amrao thik moto khete pari…”
“Shejonno toh pete abar baccha dite hobe…”
“Tahole tai din…”
“Kintu ei boyoshe? Ta chara tomader shaheb toh ghore….”
“Ta shaheb ke bolun…”
“Shaheb toh chaile korto… Shaheb er khali dudh khawatei moja… Bou er pete baccha debar niye tar matha betha nei….”
“Tahole amader din…”
“Thaak dorkar nei… Barite amar chele ache… chakor achei… Orai shamlabe oi beparta…”
“Thik ache… Ei nin apnar taal gulo…” bole, Noren er bag e 10 ta taal pure dilo dokandar…. R Ma heshe ebar blouse lagiye barir dike firte laglo…
Bari fire baba dekhlo ma shobji niye fireche… Kintu shathe bag bhorti taal niye fireche… Baba ektu obaak holo… Bollo
“Shobji toh thik e enecho… Kintu eto taal?”
“Shobjiwala maap e bhul korchilo… Tai, sheta shudhre deoyate dokaner shob taal diye dilo…”
“Baah… Bhalo toh… Aaj taaler bora khawa jabe…”
“Ta, sheto ekhon khawa jabe na… Tumi jao TV dekho… Ami ektu shobji gulo rekhe snaan kore ashi…”
“Acha… bole baba ebar drawing room e chole gelo… R kitchen e boshe boshe ma r Noren da shobjigulo alada korte laglo… Noren da tokhon bollo
“Apni shob e paren memshaheb… Ghore kichu korchen na, kintu baire giye ja icche korchen…”
“Ki korechi bolo? Ami khali ekta baaji lagiyechilam… Ekhon baaji khelte giye ektu dudh dekhate hoyeche r ki…”
“Khali dekhiyechen? Bazarer dokandar ra pet pure apnar dudh kheyeche… Dolai malai koreche…. R apni khali bolchen dekhiyechen? Ghoreo toh dekhiye beran…”
“Ta Noren, r ki chaicho amar shamir shathe kori?”
“Na mane...”
“Ekhon ki khola khola kapor chopor pori barite…. Tar poreo…”
“Ota toh ami bolini… Apnar chele boleche…”
“Ta, tumio toh dekhte parcho…”
“Kintu khete toh parchi na… Ami toh khali dekhei jacchi…”
“Khali dekhei jaccho?”
“Kichu korte perechi bolun?”
“Kichu korte paroni? Barite tomarder shaheb na thaka obosthay, tumi amar pet bhadhiye felecho, r kichui korte paroni?”
“Ami eka na to… Chotoshaheb o koreche...”
“Kintu baccha ta toh tomar motoi dekhte hoyeche… Tomar moto dekhte hobe na? Mondarmoni theke toh fire ashar por toh tomar shaheb amar oshudh khaiyechilo… Ashar por toh tumie prothom chudecho…”
“Chotoshaheb o toh apnake chudto…”
“O toh chodar chance payni… Tar agei, tumi chude diyecho…”
“Kintu, er por toh chele chudeche…”
“Chele chudeche koekbar… Kintu, tumi amay barite eka peye kotobaar chudecho, tar hisheb rekhecho?”
“Tai, bole ekhon r chudte parbo na?”
“Obboshoi parbe… Kintu ekhon shaheb toh ghore…”
“Ekhon ki tahole shob thamiye dite hobe?”
“Ki korte chaicho tumi? Amake shamir shamnei chudbe tumi?”
“Na… Kintu, bazar er oi drissho dekhe toh amar gorom hoye geche….”
“Tahole, ek kaaj koro…”
“Ki?”
“Shobji gulo dhuye kute tumi chaad e asho…”
“Ashle?”
“Tumie dekhbe…” bole ma ebar chole gelo… Baba ke giye bollo
“Ha go… Gorom e onek ghemechi… Giye snaan kore ashi… Kichu kapor o dhute hobe…” baba bollo
“Thik ache… Jao snaan kore asho…” bole ma upore chole gelo…
Ta, edike noren da yer shobji dhoya kota shesh… She ebar chad e gelo… Giye ekta biri dhoralo… Dhoriye taanche… Mayer jonno wait korte korte… Kichukhon por, pechone awaaj peye pechone fire takalo… Takiye dekhe, ma puro bhije ekta saree gaye lepte…. Gaye r konoi kapor nei… Shudhu bheja saree pore haate kichu bheja kapor niye upore ashlo… Eshei, dorja ta lagiye dilo… Diye Noren er shamne icche kore, pod duliye duliye hete, kapor gulo melte laglo ma…
Oi bheja sareer navir nich theke hatu porjonto kono mote gaye jorano pet ta puro khola. Mai duto bhije kapor-r opor theke thikre beriye asche, mai-r khoyeri bota gulo porjonto sposto dekha jachhe ar pacha te bhije kapor emon bhabe sete lege achhe je or ma-r poder chera ta bhison rokom sposto... Ma puroi Noren dayer chokher shamne nogno… R ma jeno Noren ke tease kore moja pacche… Ma bollo
“Noren kapor gulo toh mele dilam… Ekhon ki niche chole jabo?”
“Niche na neme jodi ektu uporei thakten…”
“Kintu tomar shaheb toh bashay… Jodi amay khoje…”
“Aha, dosh minute thakun na…. Ektu thakle shaheb ter pabe na…”
“Ta ki korbe shuni?”
“Ei je eta korbo…” bole Noren da ebar mayer bheja saree khana uchiye, mayer gud chata shuru korlo… Ma bollo
“Ki korcho Noren…”
“Memshaheb, apni ebhabe khankider moto dudh r pod dekhiye puro bari ghure beraben… Tarpor, elakar shobjiwalader kache dudh khawaben, ekhon apni amay dosh dicchen kichu korar jonno?”
“Acha baba… Druto koro… Arektu okhane… Amar jol khoshlo… Ha okhane… Korte korte ma jol khoshiye fello…. Ebar Noren da mayer sareer pechon ta uthiye ma ke raling er shathe daar koriye nijer barata mayer guder shathe ghoshte laglo.. Ma bollo
“Eki korcho Noren? Jodi tomar shaheb eshe jay?”
“Shaheb eto taratari ter pabe na... Ei je dekhun…” bole Noren da ebar bara ta mayer gud mohole probesh koralo… R thap thap awaje, mayer bheja pacha Norendayer shathe bari khete laglo….R Norenda shojore tar bara diye thaap dite thaklo….
“Noren oki korcho? Amar toh jol khoshabo bole…”
“Apni bazar er lokder kache dudh dekhate paren… Dudh khawate paren…”
“Aha… Oto baajir jonno korechi…”
“Ami je apnar pete baccha dilam… Shetar biniimoye kichu pabo na?”
“Obboshoi pabe….”
“Ta, shetar daam ta nicchi... “ bole Norenda ebar aro jor bariye diye bara khana piston er moto kore mayer guder shathe bari lagate thaklo… R amar khanki magi ma, elakar shobjiwalar dudh tepon kheye ekhon barir kaaajer loker bara bhetore niye jol khoshalo… Khoshatei Noren da ebar ma ke tule railing er upor boshiye mayer pod e bara guje dilo… Prokassho dibaloke ma pray nogno hoye pod e bara guje thaap khacche…. Keo ektu kheyal korlei kheyal korbe je amar ma nirghat karo kache chodon khacche… Kintu amar mayer shei chinta ekebarei nei… Khali chinta jodi tar shami chad e eshe pore…
Obbosho shei durbhago tar hoy ni… Baba ter paoyar agei, Norenda mayer tight pod e bara guje tar thok thoke maal chere dilo...Mao pasha pashi,.tar jol khoshiye dilo…. Dujon porisranto hobar pod ebar ma railing theke niche neme bollo
“Tomar ebar hoyeche Noren?”
“Hoyeche…. Kintu apni aaj emon keno korlen?”
“Ki korlam?”
“Ei je shobjiwala der dudh dekhalen…. Dudh chushte dilen….”
“Aha,.. Ami toh khali baaji jetar jonno ei kaaj korechi….”
“Ami chilam bole emon kaaj korechen….”
“Keno, tumi na thakle partam na bujhi….”
“Ami chilam bolei perechen….. Shaheb thakle eto kichu korar shahosh thakto na apnar….”
“Tai bujhi?”
“Ha…. Apni toh ekhon bhaloi khola mela kapor chopor pore ghore ghuren… Dekhi toh shaheb er shamne r ki kote paren apni….”
“Tumi shotti dekhte chaicho?”
“Dekhi ki korte paren… Apni kichui parben na jani…..”
“She tumi khali dekho….” bole ma ebar kapor ta namiye niche neme gelo… Golpo ta ekhanei update shesh… Kintu ekhono je onek kichu dekhar baki, ta ki bujhechilam? Apnarao bujhben….
Ek notun isharay....
Shedin bikale… Noren shuye chilo… Ma ranna ghor theke daak dilo…
“Noren…. Noren… Edike asho….”
Noren da ebar mayer kache gelo… Giye dekhe, ma ekta saree poreche… Sareer achol diye mayer dudh duto dhaka…. R emon bhabe saree ta poreche, jeno mayer navi dekha jay… Tarpor, dekhlo je baba side e boshe boshe khobor er kagoj porche… Ta ma bollo
“Noren… Ami aajke onno rokomer ekta niramish radhbo… Ektu shobjigulo kete dao toh…”
Noren da ebar shobigulo aste aste dhuye matite boshe chilte laglo… Ta, du minute er por, ma Noren er kache eshe aste aste bollo
“Noren, shobji gulo toh bhaloi katcho…”
Bole Noren dayer dike nichu hoye ma shobji gulo kach theke dekhte gelo… R hut kore Noren er shamne mayer saree ta pore gelo… R puroi prokassho holo Noren er shamne… Norenda ha kore dekhche… Ma bollo
“Oops… Amar saree ta bedhe rakha uchit…” Baba ebar paper shoriye mayer dike takalo… Dekhlo, ma tar dudh gulo tar chakor ke bhule dekhiye ebar saree ta thik korche… Baba bhablo bolbe, blouse ta porar jonno… Ebhabe jodi Noren tar bouyer dudh dekhte thake, tobe noren sexually akrishto hote pare… Bhablo, raate bichanay ma ke bolbe…
Ta, Ma ebar saree ta thik kore bollo
“Ki mone holo?” ma torkarir gondho shokhar moto kore bollo...
“Bhalo memshaheb… Khub bhalo…” Noren o temon e bhaab dekhiye mayer dudh er dike takiye ache...
“Matro shuru korlam
“Mane?” Ma jeno kotha ghuriye ante bollo
“Torkari ta…” Noren da hashlo… Tar dekhar icche kon dikkar jol kon dike goray….
Ma abar ektu ranna korlo… Kore, torkarita shiddho hobar jonno rekhe, ebar baba ke bollo
“Ha go shuno… Choto take ektu niye asho toh…”
“Keno?”
“Dupure oke khaoyai ni…”
“Oma… Keno?”
“Bazar e giye chilam toh…. Okhan theke ashar por r dudh chilo na…”
“Acha, anchi…” Bole, ebar baba choto take niye ashlo… Chototar boyosh pray der bochor hoye geche… Ta, baba bhablo, bujhi bhaat ba kichu khaiye dibe… Ma ja korlo, tar jonno baba temon ready chilo na… Ma oke kole uthiye niye, ebar achol ta shoriye bishal kalo dudh ekta ber korlo…. Ekebare, openly, shobar shamne…. Noren r babar shamne…. Ber koriye ebar, oke obhabe openly khawate laglo… Ma dudh khaiyeche onek lokeke… Aaj bazareo dudh khaiyeche dokandar der… Kintu ebhabe openly lok joner shamne ebhabe baba ke dekhiye dekhiye dudh khaoyani…. Baba ektu obaak hoyei bollo
“Bina tumi ki korcho?”
“Keno? Dudh khaowacchi….”
Ekhon baba ki bolbe bujhe pelo na… Baba onno dike kotha ghorabar jonno bollo
“O toh boro hoyeche… O toh ekhon bhaat e khete pare….”
“Bhaat khete pare, khay… Bhaat dupure shesh… Ekhon ki cheleta na kheye thakbe?”
“Kintu, oke toh onno kichu baniye khawate paro….”
“Dekhcho na, ekta jinish banacchi…. Ekhon, ki kore banabo?”
“Ta…. Fridge e kichu nei? Fridgeo toh dudh ache…”
“Amar eto mai teh dudh thakte ami gorur dudh khawabo keno?” Ma ebar baba ke ektu pressure diye bollo…
“Mane….”
“Dekho, amar dudh ekhono shesh hoyni je amar baccha take gorur dudh khawate hobe….”
“Kintu…”
“Shuno, jedin short porbe…. Shedin dorkar hole abar bebostha korbo dudh er….”
“Ta, ei boyoshe…”
“Boyosh amar ektu hoyeche toh ki hoyeche? Kono kichute kaaj na hole dorkar hole arekta baccha naoyar bebostha korbo…”
“Acha thik ache… Tar dorkar nei… Tumi oke upore niye araam kore khaoyao…”
“Araam ekhon ki kore korbo? Torkari ta radhbe ke shuni?”
“Noren ke bole dao… Diye upore jao…”
“Noren jodi parto tobe oke diyei radhatam….”
“Tai bole, ekhane…. Emon kore….”
“Shuno, amar barite jekhane khushi shekhane ami amar baccha ke dudh khawabo… Ekhane karo kono shomoshya thakle amar kichui korar nei…”
“Shomoshya toh nei bolchi…”
“Shomoshya toh ache mone hoy tomar.... Koi Noren… Kono shomoshya hocche, je ami ebhabe tomar shamne dudh khawacchi?”
“Na memshaheb… Kono shomoshya nei… Apni jokhon iccha tokhon bacchader dudh khawaben… Tate shomoshya ki?”
“Dekho… Noren barir chakor… Tar konoi shomoshya nei… Kintu, tomar thik e shomoshya hocche…”
“Acha baba… Thik ache….” baba r kichui bolte parlo na… Kichu bolaro nei…” Ma ebar Noren dayer dike takalo… Noren da muchki muchki hashche…. Tobe, khela je ekhane shesh noy, ta Noren dayer bojha uchit chilo…. Kintu abaro bishforito hobar pala… karon, dining e ebar mejho ta dhukhlo…. Otar ebar 3 bochor hoyeche…. Eta jotoi boro hocche, totoi mayer kando kahini dekhe moja pacche… Shathe shathe nijeo jokhon pare, mayer shathe moja kore…
Eshe dekhlo, aaj tar baba thuri dadur shamnei tar ma dudh khaoyacche choto bhai ke… Subir ero eki jinish khete icche korlo… Bollo
“Ma amar khide legeche…”
“Ta ki khete chaash?”
“Dudh khabo ma....” Baba ebar ager thekei thamate giye bollo
“Ta, fridge e dudh ache baba… Ami ber kore dicchi…”
“Na, ami bhai er moto mayer dudu khabo…”
“Kintu, baba tumi na boro hoyecho… Ekhon ki r mayer dudh khaoya manay tomar?” Ma ebar majhe foron kete bollo
“O boro hoyeche toh ki hoyeche? Suhil ke je ekhono majhe moddhe khete dao, shetar ki hobe?”
Baba ebar bishforito… Babar dharona, ekhono amar r mayer shomporko Noren da jane na…. Kintu, jol je kotokhani goriyeche, tar ki dharona babar ache? Baba ebar r kichui bollo na… Ma ebar bollo
“Darao baba… Ma age choto bhai ke shesh koriye ni… Tarpor, tomake kole niye khawacchi….”
“Na ami ekhoni khabo… Amar khub khide peyeche….”
Ma ebar baba ke bollo
“Oke kole tule khaiyeo dao toh amar arekta dudh…”
Baba kichui bolar nei… Baba oggoto uthe giye Subir ke kole tule nilo…. Niye, jeno wait korche choto tar dudh khawano shesh korbar jonno… Ma ebar bollo
“Amar dudh ki ekta? Arekta dudh oke khaoyao…”
Baba du haat diyei Suhil ke dhore rekheche… R ma du haat diye choto take…. Dujoni ekhon besh boro… Tai, kichu korar obostha nei… Tai, ma bollo
“Noren… Ektu shobji ta rekhe asho toh kache....”
“Kintu keno?” baba jeno bujhte parche na, ki hocche…
“Aha, tumi thamo ektu… Dekho ki hoy….” Totokhone Noren da chole ele ma bole
“Noren, amar achol ta shoriye dao toh…”
“Ha memshaheb?” ektu obaak hoyei Noren jigesh korlo… babar shamne mayer dudh er kache ashar chinta koreni kokhono Noren… Kintu, aaj ki hocche?
“Amar achol ta ektu shoriye dao… Subir dudh khabe….”
“Acha... “ Bole, ebar Noren da mayer achol ta shoriye dilo…. R mayer bishaal bishaal dudh duto prokaash pelo… Noren dar chokh duto dudh er upor…. Ha kore cheye ache… Shudhu Noren eka na…. Babao cheye ache, ghotona ta bojhar jonno… Dujoni puroi nirbaak…. Ma ebar baba ke bollo
“Tumi haa kore ki dekhcho? Amar dudh dekhoni kokhono? Noren na hoy dekheni eto kaach theke, tai ha kore takiye ache…. Tomar ki hoyeche boloto? Cheletake r kotokhon na khaiye rakhbe?”
Babar jeno ektu hush fire ashe…. Baba ebar Subir ke mayer dudh er kache ene dudh khawate shuru kore…. Edike, Noren da puroi ha kore takiye ache… Tar mathay ek chinta… Memshaheb eshob ki korcho? Tobe, Noren da ke morte firiye ante ma ebar bollo
“Noren… Ha kore takiye ki dekhcho?”
“Na mane….”
“Dudh ki r karor ta dekhoni kokhono?”
“Ha mane…. Eto boro…”
“Ha… Amar ta onek boro…. Ta, ekhon ki tumio kheye dekhar jonno boshe acho?”
“Na mane…”
“Tahole jao kaaj ta shesh koro…” Noren da ebar fire gelo shobji katte… Edike, dutori dudh khawa shesh… Kintu, dujoni mayer bishaal bishaal dudh niye khawa sheshe khelte khub moja pay…. Ebong aaj o tar konoi betikrom holo na… Dujoni mayer bishal bishal dudh niye khelte laglo…. R ma edike, oder dudh khelay besh araam pacche… Baba Subir ke shoriye nite jetei Ma bollo
“Dekhocho, kemon korche ora dujon…. Ki ador korei na khelche amar mai duto niye….”
“Kintu ekhon ki ogulo niye khelar shomoy?”
“Tumi jokhon ghontar por ghonta ogulo niye khelo, tokhon ki ami badha dei?”
“Na kintu….” baba thamanor cheshta kore bole…
“Dekho, ogulor upor tomar theke beshi odhikar ache oder… Tumi jodi shara raat ogulo niye dalai malai korte paro… Tobe, ora parbe na keno?”
Baba ei kothay puroi chup… Ek dike, Noren er shamne ebhabe ma bar bar baba ke konthasha kore felche…. Tar upor, emon open obosthay baba ma ke kokhono dekheni…. Baccha der oi boro boro bishaal paka pepe niye khela dekhe ja babaro oi dudh gulo khelar iccha jege je bara khara hoye geche, baba etao upekkha korte parlo na… Tai, chup chap dariye thaklo… Babar dhon khara dekhe ebar baba ke bole,
“Tumi ektu upore jao toh dekhi… Ami ashchi….”
“Keno?”
“Dudh khawano ekhono baki ache ek joner…”
“Mane?”
“She tumi upore gelei bujhbe…” Baba bujhtei baba r time nilo na…. Subir ke shoriye diye upore jete lagbe, tokhon ma bollo
“Bouyer dudh ki manush ke dekhiye berate chao naki je achol ta na uthiyei chole jaccho?” Ma chototake kole niye bole… Baba ebar ektu heshe mayer dudh duto abar dekhe dey kichukhoner jonno… Babake ebar ma bole
“Torkari ta r hoyeche aaj… Tumi chototake niye upore jao…. Ami Noren ke kichu bepar bujhiye ashchi…” bole babar kole choto take dey, emon bhaab kore, je chototake dudh khawabar jonnoi ma baba ke upore niye jete boleche… Kintu dudh kake khawabe, ta karori bujhte baki roilo na… Tar poreo Noren boka shaaje…. R baba ei bhebe upore jay, je Noren kichui bujhe ni er por ki ghotbe… Baba chole jetei, ebar ma ghure Noren da ke bole
“Nao, tumi torkari ta radho… Ami tomar shaheb ke ektu shanto kore ashi….”
“Shaheb ke shanto korben naki nijeke?”
“She chinta kore labh ki tomar? Tumi toh bolechile, tomar shaheb er shamne ami kichui korte parbo na… Ekhon biswas holo?”
“Biswas hobe na memshaheb… Nij chokhe dekhechi….”
“R amar shatthe baaji dhorte ashbe na toh?”
“Na, amar shikkha hoye geche memshaheb…”
“Thik ache… Shobji gulo dhele diye ebar jhol ta shukiye felo…. Ami amar kaaj e gelam…” Bole, ma ebar upore chole gelo… Upore jetei dekhe, choto take ghum parabar bertho cheshta chalacche baba… Ma giye bollo
“Obhabe toh hobe na…”
“Tahole…”
“Ei bhabe ghum parate hobe oke…” bole, ma ebar saree ta khulei ebar khali petticoat pore, choto tar mukhe abar dudh ta guje dilo… R baba bara khara obosthay dekhte laglo… Ma ebar heshe bollo
“Ta, tumi ki dariye dariye dekhbe naki? Ekta dudh toh khali ache…” baba ebar mayer arekta dudher upor jhapiye pore… Dudh khete khete baba aste kore mayer petticoat er bhetor diye haat dhukiye dey…. Ma bole
“Cheler shamnei korbe? Oke ghumote dao age…”
Edike baba touch kore dekhe je ma puroi bheja…. Baba r haat shorate chay na… Ma bole
“Ta, amake toh ebhabei boro cheler barangona baniyecho…. Etakeo ki tai korbe?”
“Amar dosh ki bolo… Tumi obhabe jodi dudh dekhiye berao…”
“Ekhon ki baccha der dudh khawano bondho kore dibo….”
“Ta, amaro toh dosh nei…”
“Acha, thik ache… Mone hoy choto take amio aaj ghum parate parbo na…”
Bole ma ebar chototake ador kore bollo
“Baba tumi dudh khao… Amaro khide peyeche… Amio kichu khai….” bole, ebar babar bara tene ene mukhe pure nilo dhutir nich diyei… Baba thamte giyeo thamate parlo na… Ma eke bare bara japte dhore, mukhu pure nilo… Babao ebar mukhe bara pure moja nite thaklo… Eke etokhon uttejito chilo…. Tar upor, emon bara choshani kheye baba beshikhon rakhte parlo na… Thok thoke maal mayer mukher bhetore dhele dilo…. Kichu mayer mukher side diye beriye ashlo… Kichu pete gelo… Choto ta bollo
“Ma, tumio toh dekhi dudh kheye nile...”
“Ha babai… Makeo toh ektu dudh khete hoy… Kintu onno rokom dudh….” Ebar baba niche neme mayer petticoater niche diye patha dhukiye mayer gud chushte laglo… Chotota bollo
“Tomar petticoat er niche ki hocche?”
“Tomra toh amar dudh shob kheye shesh kore felle… Ta, ekhon ki khawabo bolo? Tai, nicher rosh khaiye dicchi…”
“Amio khabo….”
“Khete hole toh tomakeo boro hote hobe…. Jokhon boro hobe, tokhon tumio pet bhore khete parbe mayer rosh….”
Edike, chototar dudh khela, r babar gud khela niye mayero jol khoshate koshto holo na… Emni job jobe bhije chilo…. Ekhon, tai jol khoshateo khub ekta beg pete holo na… Shara dupur shobjiwalader dudh niye khela hoyeche…. Er por, Noren ek dofa ma ke chudeo diyeche… Kintu, tate ki amar khanki magi mayer jol khoshano shesh hoyeche?
Edike, baba ebar uthe mayer pod e petticoat er upor diyei bara ghoshte laglo… Ma bollo
“Baah baah…. Aj dekhi tomar maal felar por o bara dariye ache….” baba ebar mayer petticoat ta uthanor cheshta kortei ma bollo
“Cheler shamnei ekhon chudbe amay?”
“Oto toh choto manush…”
“Choto hole ki hobe? O mone hoy kichui bujhe na…”
“Aha, dao na…” bole, baba ek jhotkaye petticoat er dori taan diye mayer petticoat ta namiye dilo… Diye, ebar pechon theke mayer gud e bara guje dilo… Edike, choto ta jigesha korlo…
“Ma, tumi ki ador khaccho ekhon?”
“Ha….”
“Onno shomoy je onno bhabe khao…”
Baba ebar ektu obaak hoy…. Ma kotha ghurabar jonnoi bole
“Tumi amake ek bhabe ador dao… Tomar mejho dada ek bhabe ador kore…. Tomar bor da arek bhabe ador kore… Tomar Noren da arek bhabe ador kore… Ek ek jon ek ek bhabe kore…”
Baba jeno ektu shostir nishaash fello… R ebar puro dome thapate laglo…
Thapate thapate ma arekbar jol khoshalo… Baba ebar bollo
“Tomar bishaal bishaal pacha eto dulche keno aaj? Aaj toh etake shayesta korei charte hobe…”
Bole ebar baba gud theke ber kore, ma kichu bujhe uthbar agei, mayer pachay bara ta bhore dilo…. Ma bhablo thamabe, kintu totokhone bara set kora hoye geche… Bhore ditei fot kore mayer pachay bara ta dhuke gelo… Baba ebar chudte chudte bollo
“Etoi jol khoshiyecho tumi… Tomar jole goriye teh okhaneo bheja…”
Mayer ebar mone porlo… Dupure er kotha… Noren er pod e bara gojar kotha… Noren er maal e tar pod er bhetor ta maal e snaan hoye jabar kotha… Bhebei mayer haashi pelo… Ma bollo
“Tahole toh ebhabei tomar jonno shob ready kore rakhbo….” bole ma ebar pacha diye babar dhon take mochor dilo… R baba beshikhon thakte parlo na…. Jekhane Noren ekbar maal dheleche, shekhane ebar oi pod er ashol bhogdhokholkari thok thokiye maal charlo…. Mao edike jol khoshalo… Khoshiye ebar mone mone hashlo…. Bhablo
Jaak… Shami ar bujhte parbe na je ager thekei maal e bhorti chilo tar pod ta.... Bhaggish gud khana cheteche petticoat er arale… Nahole bujhe felto loke… R bhaggish pod e chata dey ni… Tahole je kisher je shaad peto nijeo bujhto na…
Pod e maal dhele edike baba besh porisranto… Baba bara pod e gujei mayer dudh niye khelte thaklo…. R ma onno dike takiye bollo
“Ta, aaj toh khub furti korle amake niye…”
“R bolona… Aaj je ki holo….”
“Hobe na? Amar dudh dekhe ke na pagol hoyeche… Ta, Noren o kemon kore takiye chilo, dekhecho?”
“Beta toh parle tokhoni mone hoy jhapiye pore….” Ma abar hashe… Heshe bhabe, ei dudh er bebostha je koreche, she je kotobar jhapiyeche, tar iyotta nei…. Kintu ta toh bujhte deoya jabe na…. Bole
“Tahole ki ekhon r badha dibe barite dudh khawate….”
“Kintu Noren jodi onno kichu bhabe?”
“Noren barir kaajer chora… O ki bhablo, ta niye chinta na kore, tumi tomar chinta koro… Bhebe dekho, tomar ki moja hoyeche….”
“Kintu obhabe dekhle…” Ma ebar nekami kore bole
“O toh khali ektu adhtu dekhbe…. Kintu ashol moja ke lutbe shuni?”
Baba ebar lojja peye r kichui bolar pay na… Obbosho, por por du du bar ei paka khankir kache maal khoshiye tar ghum peye gelo… r ma ebar kheyal korlo, choto tao dudh chatte chatte ghumiye poreche… Ma ebar dujonkei buke tule niye ghumote dilo…. Tar je bishal bishal baalish buke goja… Shegulor shot bebohar korte korte mone mone bhablo
Ta khela toh bhebechilam ek dike gelo… Kintu kon diker jol kon dike goralo…. Ma r chinta korte thaklo, jol r kono dike gorale mojata bhalo kore hoy….
Ta jol kon dike gorabe, sheta ber korar jonnoi hok, r onno kono karonei hok, ma shedin raate, niche namlo… Mayer porone, tar oi robe shudhu… Robe er niche shudhu oi G-String panty… Robe ta etoi lomba, je kono mote mayer thigh porjonto esheche… Keo jodi ektu nich theke robe er tole uki dey, tobe, mayer thol thole bishal bishal mangshopindo shoho pacha ta dekhte parbe… Otake lukabar jonno ma jei laal panty ta poreche, ta holo G-String panty… Panty ta shamne diye mayer gud ta ektu lukocche, kintu pechon diye jei shuto ta geche, ta etoi chikon, je mayer pacha jugol er majhe puroi hariye geche…
Tobe, niche takabar khub ekta dorkar ache bole amar mone hoy na… Karon, upore takalei je bra less bishal bishal dudh duto besh bhaloi robe er upor diye bojha jay, tar jonno kono koshtoi korte hoy na… Dudh duto ektu dhaka thakleo, mayer bishal lomba cleavage ta puroi public… Ota dekhte karori kono oshubidha hocche na… Lokjoner ota dekhei obostha hoye jabar kotha…
Ekhon lokjon bolte ami, baba r Noren da khabar ghore achi… Noren da niche bosheche khete, r ami r baba upore boshe wait korchi, mayer khabar bere debar jonno….
Ta ma eshei bollo
“Uff, ki gorom poreche re… Ei robe ta na thakle ei gorom e tiktei partam na…” bole ebar ma amader dike takiye muchki ekta hashi dey… Ami boli
“Tomake ei dress e khub bhalo lagche… Khub aramer jinish kena hoyeche tomar ma… Tai na ma?”
“Ha re… Khub khola mela, tai batash pass kore bhetore….”
Batash pass korbe na keno? Ta baba dekhi, mayer ei dress e dekhe puroi obaak… Shudhui obaak na… Dekhi, khariye geche… Amar nijero besh uttejito lagche… Tobe, eta je shudhui shuru, r ma je r ki ki korbe, ta amar jana chilo na….
Ta, ma amader ke khabar serve korte thaklo….
“Ei nao… Aaj bikale, ei special torkari ta redhechi ami... “ bole ektu bend hoyei baba ke shoji ta dite laglo… Ta, debar shomoy upor hotei baba mayer bishal cleavage ta ekdomi babar chokher shamne chole ashlo… Tobe, ami je angle ta pelam, tate, mayer robe ta puroi upore uthe gelo r mayer pacha ta puroi prokaash pelo… R tate, amar r Noren dayer mukh puroi ha hoye gelo… Ma ke open hote dekhechi, kintu ebhabe amader shamne, nij theke open hote dekhini…
Ta, ma dekhi, oi obosthatei dariye baba ke bolche
“Kemon hoyeche, ektu kheye dekho toh…. Tomar jonnoi ei recipe ta redhechi…”
Baba ebar dudh er dik theke chokh shoriye ebar khabar ta mukhe dilo… Debar por bollo
“Khete bhaloi hoyeche…”
“Kemon moja hoyeche?”
“Khub bhalo hoyeche…” Ma ebar babar gaale ekta lombaa kore ekta kiss dilo… R debar shomoy, amader diker pachatake kichukhon dui side e naralo… Ami r Noren da puroi ha… Mayer panty pora pachaduto… Panty ta bolle bhul hobe… Karon, pachar futo protect kora chara oi pantyr ekta string puroi hariye geche mayer pachar majhe… Oi pachata amader shamne purai prokassho…. Tao, baba ke kiss korte korte…. Baba na thakle, ma ghore kapor e pore na… Kintu babar shamne ma puroi bhodro… Baba jokhon, barite thakto, tokhon ma ke amar ador kora baron… Even
ekdin chor o kheyechilam mayer kache…
Hoyechilo ki, baba bashay boshe khobor er kagoj porche… Ta, ami bhule gechi, je baba shokale esheche…. Edike, Noren da bashon maajhche…. R ma ranna korche… Ta, Ami giye make pechon theke hug kori… Ei dekhe, ma hut kore ghure, amay dhoraam kore chor marlo…. Ma bollo
“Tui ebhabe pechon theke jaapte dhorli keno?”
“Ami toh roj japte dhori….” Ami obaak hoye bollam… Ma ebar bollo
“Tor lojja korena, eto boro hoyechish… Ekhono make obhabe japte dhorish….”
Ami toh tokhon puroi tho… Ma ebar babake dekhiye bollo
“Dekho, tomar cheleke kichu bebohar shikhao… nahole kon din jani onno kono meyeke joriye dhore chor khabe!”
Babar dike ebar amar chokh porlo…. Baba ebar amar dike takiye bollo
“Suhil… Chol, baire chol…. Ektu kaaj ache…”
Room theke ber hobar por baba bollo
“Dekh, Noren bashay… Tar shamne tui ebhabe jaapte dhorish na….” Ami kichu bolar agei bollo
“Tui je tor ma ke chudish, eta khali ami r tor ma jane… Noren jodi jane, je tui chudish… Tokhon sheo korte chaibe… Sheta ki thik hobe?”
“Dekho baba ami…” ami kichu bolte jai...
“Tui chudte cheyechish… Tor ma ke ami chudte diyechi… Ami barite na thaka obosthay, je tui tor mayer pete amake na janiye baccha diyechish…. Tao, kichu boleni tor ma toke... “
“Koi? Ma toh mene nilo jokhon bollam tomake bujhabo…”
“Tor ma toh bollo, tor ma toke thamanor cheshta koreche…”
“Koi? Khali bollo tar ei boyoshe baccha nibe ki kore… Jokhon ami bollam, tomay bujhiye bolbo, tokhon ma hashimukhe amay ta korte dilo…”
“Bolchish ki?” baba ektu obaak hoy… Ami mone mone bhabi je baba shudhu amar involvement ta jane…. Ma je Norenkeo posroy diye, tar gud feday bhorti korte diyeche… R tao, baccha nebar jonno, ei kotha jodi baba janto, tahole babar ki hobe?
Jai hok…. Er por baba amay bole…
“Jai hok…. Tui ja ekhon…. Tor mayer sathe ja iccha korish, kintu jeno Noren na jane…”
Ektu deri kore bole felleo ami oi kotha okhhore okhhore mene cholechi…. Kintu, kichudin jabot, ma e jokhon ektu khola mela kapor pore ghore baire berate pare, tao Noren er shamne, tao baba thaka obosthay, eta bhebei ami r atkacchi na kichu…
Ta, babao ektu chomke geche… Tar poreo, baba make dey kichukhon chumma dite, r edike amader ke ojante mayer pacha jugol er oporup drisho dekhiye dilo…. Ami R Noren da toh tho… Ma korche ta ki?
Ma ki chinta korche, ta jana nei, tobe mayer emon shobhab choritro age kokhono dekhini… Ami R Noren da onek koshte abar bhaat khaoya shuru korlam… Edike, mayer je robe ta poreche, tar majhe bishal bishal dudher khaaj… Babar toh bhalo moto dariyeche bujhlam, jokhon baba ektu nore chore boshlo… Ma bujhlo, tar ja khelar ta khela hoye geche…. Ta, ma ebar amader shathe khete boshlo…. Kintu khete bosheo je babar thela khete hobe, ta babar jana chilo na…
Matro ma khaoya shuru koreche…. Kheyal korlam, ma khawar majh khane babar dike takacche, r hasche… Ami ektu obaak e holam… R jotobari korche, totobari, baba kemon jani noren chore uthche… Baba keo kemon jani oprostut mone hocchilo…. Tritiyobar jokhon emon holo, ami aste kore Noren dayer dike takalam… Dekhlam, tar chokh onno jaygay…. Thik table er niche… Kheyal korlam, side diye, je table er niche, ma tar lomba clean pa khani, ekebare choriye diyeche… Chole geche ta babar urur majhe…. Shekhane giye aste aste babar khara hoya barar upor ghosha hoche…. R amar baba, kichu na bolte pere, aste aste ta shojjho korche bolbo na, bolbo je tar moja nicche…. Ma muchki muchki hasche… Baba ebar druto khaya shesh kore fello aaj… Felei bollo
“Amar khawa shesh hoye geche… Kemon jani lagche shorir ta… Ami upore gelam…” bole amader kichu na bolte diyei uthe gelo…. R tokhon dekhlam, babar bara ta khariye ache…. Ma bollo
“Tumi payesh kheye jabe na go?” baba jeno tokhon upore uthe khiche maal felte parlei khushi…. Bollo
“Na go… Ami upore jacchi…. Shucchi… Tumi asho….”
“Acha… Tumi upore jao… Ami tomar payesh niye ashchi….” bole, ma baba ke upore chole jete bollo… R amar baba je karonei hok, upore chole gelo… Jabar shomoy room e dhokar age, ma jore jore bollo
“Tumi eka kichu korona…. Ektu rest nao…. Ami tomay thanda kore diboni….” Baba ebar pur chup mere room e dhuke gelo…. Ami ebar ma ke heshe bollam
“Ma eta tumi ki korcho?”
“Ki korchi?” ma jeno akash theke porlo….
“Babar shathe toh besh mojai niccho…”
“Kisher moja re?” ma jeno kichui bujhe ni ekhono….
“Baba ke toh ekebare gorom koriye dile….”
“Shudhu tor baba na…. Oi dekh tor o toh obostha….” bole amar dike takiye hashlo… Ma ebar bollo
“Suhil, tui edike aay toh…”
“Keno ma?”
“Aha, aay na…” bole, ma amay daklo kache…. Ma ebar amar pant er niche haat diye bollo...
“Suhi, dekh toh…. Aaj payeshe dudh kom poreche… Tai, shor kom poreche….. Amay ektu shor deya jay kina…” Ami tokhon, Mayer bara khichay obaak…. Obaak plus Kabu mayer haater kache…. Edike, Noren dao besh obaak… baba just upore gelo, mayer payer jadu niye…. R ekhon ma haat diye khabar khacche…. R arek haat diye amay khiche dicche…. R shobi ghotche amader khabar table er shamne…. Ami bollam
“Ami eto raate shor pabo koi?”
“Shor toh paoya jabe na… Kintu kichu khir toh supply dite parbe?”
“Sheta ki kore dei ma?”
“Tor baray toh ache nishchoi? Tor ma ke khawabar jonno?”Amake ebar aro jore handjob deoya shuru korlo ma…. R edike amar obostha kharap hote laglo… Ebhabe kokhono mayer haater handjob payni ami…. R edike, tar haat jei mayer dudh er upor jete gelo, ma dudh ta shoriye niye bollo
“Suhil... Tor bebohar thik kor… Tomar baba ghore ache… Barir kaajer lok ghore… Ekhon emon korle ki hobe naki?” bole khecha aro jore dilo…Ami toh puroi tho…. Bollam
“Aaj, emon korcho keno ma? Onno shomoy toh shobi hoy…” Ma amay chup korte bole, aste aste bollo
“Tor babar dekhchi, amar khankipona bhalo lage… Tai, ektu moja nicchi r ki…”
“Kintu baba jene felle?”
“Aaj hotat ei proshno korchish keno tui?”
“Tumi jebhabe khola mela kapor pore babar shathe foshti noshti korcho… Tate baba jodi ter pay?”
“Tor baba janle ki korbe bol? Dakat ra chude chude amar gud bhoriye diyechilo…. Ei khobor tor baba peyeche… Tao ki amay kichu boleche?”
“Kintu, sheto bang hoyechilo… Tai baba kichu boleni….”
“Ta, chara eta toh amar dosh nei….”
“Tomar dosh nei mane?”
“Tor jonnoi toh Noren shuru koreche ei beparta?”
“Ami mane?”
“Tui e toh Noren er shamne amay ulongo kore chumma chati korechish…. Tai toh Noren shujog peyeche…”
“Ami na hoy moja korechi…. Tai, bole tumi barir kaajer lokke chudte diyecho?”
