Jakhon Amit chole gelo tarpor ami ghorer darja bando kore ektu shuye bishram kore nilam. Por por du rate jege Amiter songe choda chidi kore ami khub thoke giyechilam. Tar opor Amit bolegeche je ajke ratre amake chate niye giye chudbe. Tai ami ektu ghumute chaichilam jate abar rate jaga jaye. Ami ghumiye porlam aar jakhon ghum bhanglo takhon ami uthe age bathrrome gelam aar tar bhavlam je eibar nijer guudta ke bhalo kore dekha jak. Ami bichanate bose amar pa duto choriye dilam aar guuder samne ekta aina rakhlam. Ainate dekhlam je amar guud ta khoob lal hoye ache, thik jeno beetroot moto. Guuder phutota besh boro hoye geche aar guuder konta besh baro hoye dariye ache. Ami eei prathom bar amar nera guudta dekhlam. Ami atartari uthe porlam aar bhavlam je bichanar chador ta keche dee tana hole amar bandhavi amake khoob katha sonabe. Jadio amar bandhabhi jane je ami ghar ta keni niyechee tobuo ami ghar dor aar bichanata parishkar kore rakhte chaichilam. Ami barite konodin chador kachinee tai chador kachte amar besh asubide hochillo.
Ami chador keche chan kore niye amar salwar aar kurta pore nilam. Tobe ami jantam je bari pouchule Amit amake kono na kono bahane kore chate niye jabe aar amake nengto kore amar guude tar bara dhukiye amake chudbe. Ami jantam je ratre chade giye saree, saya khola ar abar pora mushkil hobe tayee ami salwar kurta porlam. Jodiyo ratre sobar ba choda khabar spmeye ekta choto nighty bina panty pora theek. Kintu amara to aar bibahito bar aar bau noye aar amader choda chudi tao asamajik. Ami chador ta mele dilam aar seta taratari sukiye gelo aar ami seta pat kore bandhobir cupboarde rekhe dilam aar bichanate ekta fresh chador pete dilam. Ami tar por kitchen porishkar korlam jekhane kal rate amake Amit bosiye chudechilo. Amar kaj sesh hobar por phone ta beje uthlo. Phona ta tulte amake ma bollo, “Amit barite eseche aar aaj ratre thakbe. Tui taratari bari chole aye.”
Ami maarkache aschoryo hobar bhan korlam aar bollam, “theek ache tumi gari pathiye dao ami bari chole aschee.” Maa bollo, “gariye tole ante chole geche.” Takhon ami maa ke bollam, “theek ache, Amit ke phon ta dao.” Amit phone amake bollo, “kee re. Kotahey achish? Jokhonee ami ashee, tue bari te neyee.” Ami bujhte parchilam je Amit ki bolte chaiche, tobe ami take bollam, “Hehehehehehe. Khali chodbar echcha. Hain? Tuee chash jay ami taratari phiree. Taholay tui amake abar theke chudbar plan ta kortay parish.” Amit amake bollo, “Okay. Okay. Tui taratari bari chole aye. Khali bandhobir bari giye maja kora?” Ami Amit ke bollam, “haan, kal rate aar porshu rate amra kee kee korechilam?” Amit amake bollo, “tui taratari asbee na amra lunch kore nebo? Tui taratari aye aar amra eksonge bose lunch korbo.”
Amader gari praye 10 minutes chole elo. Ami amar bag niye bandhobeer barite tala marlam aar garite giye boslam. Gari kore bari aste amader praye 40 minute laglo. Barite giye bell dite amader barir jhee ese darja khule dilo. Ami barite giye maar kache gelam. Maa aar Amit balconyte bose galpo korchilen. Ami Amit ke dekhe bollam, “kee re IIT te khabar bhalo deye na? Toke onek roga lagche.” Amit amake dekhe bollo, “aar tui? Toke dekhe to mone hochhe je tor o kothao theke weight kome geche.” Ami bujhte parlam je Amit amar guuder chool katar janno bolche. Tobe ami Amit ke bollam, “eta to khoob sukhabor je ami aar mota hochee na. Eibar uthe amake nijer chairta dilo bosar janno. Ami Amiter chaire bose amader jhee, Kamola, ke bollam arekta chair dite. Kamola chair anate Amit tate bose porlo. Ami, maa aar Amit khanik khon galpo korlam.
Khanik por maa uthe kitchene gelo ar Amit amake jigesh korlo, “kal rater choda chudir por tor kemon lagche?” Ami bollam, “khoob bhalo, tobe ektu ektu baitha ache.” Amit jigesh korlo, “kothaye?” Ami bollam, “kal rate tui amar pacha te besh koikbar jore jore thappor merechis aar tar janno besh koik jaygaye baitha ache aar neel dag pore geche..” Amit muchki hensr bollo, “dekhee” aar emon bhav dekhalo je o ekhunee dekhte chai. Ami Amiter hathe aste kore mere bollam, “tham to dekhee. Sab samay dushtumee.” Khanik por luncher janno daka holo aar amra giye lunch kore nilam. Luncher por maa bollo, “ami ektu sute jachee aar Khuku tui tor bhai er kheyal rakhbee.” Maa bedroome chole gelo Ma jabar por Amit taratari chridike dekhe niye amar kache ese amar komor joriye dhorlo aar amar kukhe chumu khete laglo. Ami Amit ke sarate laglam aar bollam, “char char noyto kono jhee chakor dekhe nebe. Jhee dekhe nileye khoob kharab hobe. Amar badnami hote pare, ba se bolbe je ami tar chele bondhur songe choda chudi kori ba se chayebe je tui jhee ke chude de. Ami jakhan chat phat korchilam takhon Amit bollo, “amake chumu de noyeto toke ami jete debo na.” Ami taratari Amit ke chumu kheye bollam, “tui ki chas kee. Nouto amader keu dekhe nebe.” Ami amake chere dilo aar bollo, “amake chate niye chol. Ami ratrer janno kichu bebostha korte chayee.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “tui khoob baro chodan baj.” Amit bollo, “ato roshalo guud rakhtay kay bolay chcheelo?”
Ami Amit ke seenree diye opore niue gelam. Prothome amar do talaye gelam. Sekhane amar, maar aar ekta guest room ache. Tarpor amara opore teen talaye gelam sekhane khali chat ache. Chate giye Amit bhalo kore char dike dekhlo. Ami bhabhchilam je Ami kee dekhche. Ami jigesh korate Amit bollo, ami bishesh kichu dekhchina.” Neeche nabte nabte Amit bollo, “duto upaye hote pare. Pratham, tui maa ko bolbee je ami aar Amit opore jacheche aar khanik khon galpo korbo aar tui ekta chatayee niye opore jabi. Ditiyo, ami ekta chatayee niye opore chole jabo aar tui khanik por opore asbi dekhte je ami ki korchi.” Ami Amitu ke abar jigesh korlam, “tarpor?” Amit muchke henshe bollo, “tarpor chatayee opor toke phele tor guude bara dhukiye ami toke chudbo.” Ami songe songe bollam, “ha bhagawan, aar jodi keu dekhte paye je ami tor bara diye choda khachee? Takhon kee hobe? Amit bollo, “tate ki hoyeche? Je dekhbe se dekhbe. Are baba je dekhbe seoo to choda chudee kore.” Ami bollam, “jadi amader plan kaj na kore?” Amit khanik bhebhe bollo, “tui maa ke bolbee je ami rate chade giye tara dekhte chaye ba ami rate Kolkata ki rakom lage dekhte chayee.” Ami Amiter katha sune bollam, “hhan maa eta mene nebe. Kintu ami chate tor songe ki kore thakbo? Ek kaj korle hoye. Ami ma ke bolbo je Amit chate jak aar chabi niye jak. Arr jakhon Amit niche asbe tkhon se darja te tala laguye asbe. Tahole maa amake tor songe pathabe jate ami tor nabar por chate tala lagiye asee.” Amit bollo, “haan eta theek, tobe tui ektu naa naa korish aar bolbee naa amar ghum nashto korbo naa. Tahole tor maa toke jor kore amar songe chate pathabe.”
Ami Amiter katha sune haan hoye gelam. Tobe bollam, “maa jadi naa kore?” Amit khanik bheve bollo, “tohole ami rate tor ghore dhuke toke chudbo. Amake keu rukhte parbe na. Ami jakhon toke chudte ichchee korbe ami toke chudbo.” Tarpor sara din ek bhabhe kete gelo. Amit amar colleger khata, boyee dekhlo. Amit sara din amar pechone laglo aar ami sab samaye maa ke bollam, “Maa. Daykho Amit amakey jaa taa bolchchey.” Maa amar kono kotha kane nilo na. Sondher somey jakhon ami aar Amit bagane ghur chillam takhon Amit amake bollo, “Khuku. Rate tui salwar aar kamiz porish. Kamizer jeno samne opor theke neech obdi botam thake.” Ami jigesh korlam, “keno?” Jadiyo ami jantam je Amit amake salwar kamiz keno porte bolche. Amit amar katha te kan dilo na. Amake aste kore Amit abar bollo, “aar tui kono panty aar bra porbee na.” Ami chup chap matha nere haan bollam. Amit amake pher jigesh korlo, “tor pete hishi rekhe chodate ar lhali pete chodate kono difference peyechees?” Amit abar bollo, “tor pete hishi niye chodate bhalo legeche na? Theek ache aaj rate abar tor pet bhortee hishi niye toke chudbo. Tui opore jabar age besh kore jal kheye nish.”
Rater kahabar age ami ghore giye salwar kamiz pore nilam, tobe bra khule rakhlam na. Karon bra na porle maa dhore nebe. Tachara, Amit jakhon amar bra khule jakhon ek ek kore mayee guno hathe niye tepe takhon amar khoob bhalo lage. Dinner rat 9.30 deyowa holo. Ami khabar somay khoob khainta jal khelam. Khabar khete khete ami maa ke bollam, “Ma, Amit rate chate giye tara dekhte chayee. Sattee IIT te porte porte Amiter matha puro puree kharap hoyee geche.” Maa Amit ke jigesh korlo, “Amit eta ki satee?” Amit matha narlo. Maa songe songe amake bollo, “Khuku, tui khewal rakhbee jakhon Amit chat theke niche ase takhon jeno chater darja bando kara hoye.” Ami nekami kore bollam, “Naa. Ma. Ami parbo naa. Amiter paglamee amakey ghumotay debay naa.” Maa amar dike dekhe bollo, “tate kee hoyeche? Amit shudhu ajker rat ta amader bari thakbe. Aar tui ei chiti kaj tor dadar janno korte parbi na?” Ami maa ke kichu bollam na. Tobe Amiter dike takiye take jeev bhengiye dilam. Amit henshe amake bollo, “Khuku, tui jatoee jeev bhega, ami kintu rate tara dekhbo aar toke amar dekha sona korte hobe.” Dinner sesh holo. Ami Kamola ke deke bollam, “Komola. Tumi chate ekta chatayee, chador aar balish niye rekhe eso. Amit aaj rate khanik khon chate thakbe.” Tar por ami bollam, “jato sab pagoler karbar aar amake tar sath dite hobe.”
Ami tar por abar nekamee kore maa ke jigesh korlam, “Ma. Amit to chate tara dekhar por daraza te tala lagate pare. Abara amake keno Amiter songe chate jete hobe?” Maa takhon jpr galaye bollo, “ami tomake jete bolechee, tumi jabe. Aar kono katha noye.” Komola bason tule chate ekta 3” mota coir mattress rekhe elo aar amake jigesh korlo, “Didi, ami opore chador aar balish rekhe asbo?” Ami Kamola ke bollam, “haan opore ekta balish, ekta pass balish aar gaye debar chador rekhe esho.” Komola amar katha moto sab kichu rekhe elo. Ami, Amit aar maa bose bose rat 11.00 obdee galpo korlam. Barir cahkor aar jhee ghumute chole gelo. Ma nijer ghore giye kheel tule sue porlen. Praye rat 11.30 Amit amake bollo, “chal opore chal.” Ami dotolate giye maa ghore aste kore tuk tuk korlam aar aste kore bollam, “maa ami pagol Amit ke niye chate jachee. Jakhon nabob takhon ektu awaj hote pare. Kichu mone koro na.” Maa gharer bhetor theke bollen, “theek ache, jao chate Amiter songe jao.” Amit aste kore amar kache ese bollo, “Khuku ekdom hisi korbee na..” Amit nijer ghore giye pant chere elo. Ami dekhlam je Amiter bara ta payer majh khane dulche, tar mane Amit ghore giye underwear chere eseche.
Amra chate gelam. Ami jakhon chter darza khulchilam takhon ektu awaz holo aar Amit amake pecho theke jariye dhore hath ta ke amar samner dike opor theke neech obdi bulate laglo. Hath bolate bolate Amiter hath amar mayee ar guuder opor rekhe rukhe ghurchilo. Amar mayee te hath diye Amit bollo, “ki re toke bra porte naa korechilam na?” Ami tatokhone darza ta khule phele chee. Chate giye Amit prathome darza ta bando kore dilo tarpor amake pechon theke dhore jariye nilo aar amar duyee mayeer opor hath rekhe chapte laglo aar bollo, “sabar age brata khule ne.” Ami chup thakate Amit amar kamizer sab botam khule dilo aar hath nabiye braer hook ta khule amar mayee theke bra tene phele dilo. Tyarpor Amit amar khola mayee duto dhore bollo, “tor chool tor kandh theke hotiye de.” Ami jeye amar chool sarate hath ta unchoo korlam Amit amar mayee dhore jore jore tipte laglo aar ekta mayee mukhe niye chuste laglo. Ami mone holo jeno keu amader dekhche tayee ami Amit ke bollam, “Tham tham, amader keu dekhe felte pare.” Ami mayee chere diye char dhare dekhte laglo aar ami ataratari amar lameez ta abar pore nilam, tobe botam lagalam na. Tarpor Amit chater char dhare ghure ese bollo, “keu kothao neyee. Ektu sabur kor. Ami bichanata theek kore nee.” Amit taratari bichanata theek kore nilo.
Amit bichana theek korchilo aar amar du hantuu duto dhire dhire week hoyee jachillo. Amar guud theke dhire ras gariye gariye pora shuru hoye giyechilo. Amake Amit aste kore bichanate bosiye dilo aar nijeo amar kache bose porlo. Amit amake bolechilo, “eibar, akasher chand, tara aar bhawan dekhbe je ek bhai nijer boner guude bara dhukiye thapiye thapiye chudche. Amit eibar amr kandh theke amar nighty ta nabiye dilo. Jeyee amar mayee amar nighty theke beriye elo, Amit amar khola mayee dekhe bollo, “tor mayee gulo eto sundar aar sexy je mayee dekhleyee amar dhon khara hoye jaye.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “tor pant taa khuley nay.” Amit uthe danriye nijer track suit ta khule phello. Track suit ta khule jabar songe songe tar bara ta chokher samne beriye elo, karan Amit panter talaye kono underwear pore nee.
Ami bose bose Amiter payer majh theke tracksuit ta bar kore dilam aar tar pore amar hath duto opore kore ek hath diye Amiter ekta beechee dhorlam aar anno hath diye tar barata chepe dhorlam. Barate hath bolate bolate ami Amiter barar mundee ta khule phellam. Amiter barar lal mundee dike takiye ami Amit ke bollam, “tor barata ta to akebarey khada hoye achchey.” Amit jhap kore amar pase bose porlo aar amar chokhe, mukhe chumu khete khete mukhta amar khola aar mota mota mayee obdi nabiye nilo. Amar mayeer bota duto sakhto hoye giyechilo aar amar sara ga takhon choda khabar janno tarpa chillo. Amar mayee te chumu khete khete Amit amake bollo, “shuyey pod. Tokay nangto korbo.” Ami balishe matha rekhe shueye porlam. Amit ek tan mere amar shlwarer nara ta khule dilo aar amake bollo, “pacha ta tol. Salwarta nambiye dee.”
Amit hathter angul amar salwarer narar kache theke bhetore dhukiye diye amar guude hath dilo. Amar guude khanik kohon hath bolanor par Amit abar bollo, “pacha ta tol. Salwarta nambiye dee.” Ami eibar amar pacha ta tullam aar songe songe Amit du hath diye amar salwar ta khule dilo. Salwar ta kholar por Amit amake bollo, “paa phaak kor. Tor near guudey ektu haath dee.” Amit amar hantu duto dhore amar paa duto phank kore dilo aar hath diye amar janghe aste aste hath bolate laglo. Janghe hath bolate bolate Amit hath ta amar khola guuder kache niye elo. Amit eibar aste aste amar neda guude hath bolate laglo, tobe guuder bhetor angul dhokalo na. Ami paa duto aro phank kore Amit ke bollam, “Ssssssssss. Please amar guude tor angul dhukiye de.” Amar guude angule dhokale Ami Amit ke bollam, “tor gayer T-shirt ta khol, amio toke puro puri nengto dekhte chayee.” Tamit T-shirt ta khule phello aar amar duto khola payer majh khane bose amar mayee, pet, tal pet, aar janghe hath bolate laglo. Ami choda khabar janno more jachillam, aar amar mukh theke “Mnnnnn. Aaaeeee” awaj berochillo.
Praye dash minute pore Amit amake bollo, “eibare ami toke pash balishe opor sueye debo.” Tarpor Amit amake tule pash balisher opor sueye dilo aar emon bhavbhe soyalo je pash balish ta amar komorer tolaye thaklo aar amar matha ta neeche bichanate royilo. Amit eibar amar paa duto dhore phank kore dilo aar tate amar guudta unchu hoye bairer dike berye roilo. Amit amake abar theke amar thonth, gala, mukhe chumu khete laglo. Chumu khete khete Amit amar sharir neecher dike nabte laglo. Amit neeche nabte nabte amar tal pete elo tarpor amar guude mukh na lagiye Amit amar jangher bhtor portion chata shuru korlo. Jangh chata hole Amit abar opoer dike uthe amar guuder kache pauchulo. Guuder kache paucheye Amit amake bollo, “eibar ami tor guud khabo.” Ami nekamai kore bollam, “naaa, naaa keu dekhe nebe. Amar gaye ekta chador diye de, please.” Amit amar kono kathaye kan na diye dukate amar guuder duto par dhore guudta khule dilo aar guuder bhetor ta bhalo kore dekhlo ar guude nak lagiye guuder gandho sunkte laglo aar bollo, “chupa chap sueye tha, ami tir guude aar konte chumu khabo bhalo kore.” Amit amar guuder char dhare aar konter char dhare jeev bulote laglo aar ami sukhe pagol hoye komor tola diye guudta Amiter mikhe bhalo kore lagate laglam. Amar mukh diye sudhu “aaaaah. Ooooh Ma. Aaaaee. Please. . . .!!” awaj berochillo. Amit eibar jeev ta amar guuder bhetor dhukiye dilo aar guuder bhetor char dhare jeev nariye nariye amake such dite laglo. Guud chuste chuste Amit amar mayeer bonta gulo angule niye chumri kat te laglo. Ami guud chodanor janoo pagol Amit ke bollam, “eibar amakey chudey de. Barata taratari amar guude dhoka aar jore jore thap mere amake chod.”
Amit dhire kore amar guuder opor theke uthe porlo. Amar khola salwar ta Amit amar mathar tolay rakhlo jate amar matha beshi na nebe jaye. Amit amar duto charano payer majh khane boslo aar amake bollo, “Khuku tokey eibar ami guude bara dhukiye chudbo,” Amiter hath amar khola mayee niye khela korchilo. Ekta hath nabiye Amit barata dhore amar guuder mukhe lagala aar barata amar guuder opor ghoste thaklo. Barata amar guude lagar songe songe amar sara gaa ta shirshir kore uthlo aar ami Amit ke bollam, “amar guuuuuude toooor baraaaaaaata dhukiye dey. Aamake chod.” Amar katha sune barata ta aste kore amr guuder phutor modhey ektu dhukiye dilo. Ami komor tolate Amiter barar mundita amar guude dhuke gelo aar amar mukh theke “Hnnnnnnnn. Sssssssssssss” awaj berulo. Eibar Amita aste aste thap mere mere amake chudte laglo. Amit komor kheliye kheliye guuder bhetor barata dhokachillo aar bar korchillo aar duto hath diye amar mayee gulo chatkachillo. Amiter pratek thape barata guuder bhetor ektu beshi dhukchilo. Aste aste barata puro puri amar guude dhuke gelo aar amar aar Amiter tal pet mile gelo. Amar pete besh anekhoner hishi jama chilo aar seta Amiter thaper songe borute chaichilo. Ami amar guuder mansho peshee chepe amar hishi rukh chaichilam. Hishir chape amar guuder phuto aar bhetor ta khoob tight hoye giyechilo aar tatae Amit barar thap gulo khoob bhalo lagchilo. Ami Amiter pratek thaper songe songe amar komor tulchilam aar bolchilam, “aaeeiiii Oooooh Maaa. Bhishon lagchchey. Aar chudish naa.”
Jatobar amar mukh theke gonganeer awaj beruchilo Amit tato bar tar mota barata amar guuder bhetor jor jhatka mere dhokachillo. Amiter bara ta amar guuder bhetor dhuke amar jarau te dhakka marchilo aar mai moner sukhe pond tule tule guud chodachilla aar bolchilam, “haan, eirakom kore chod tor boner guud. Bara diye tor boner guuder bhetor theke sab pipree gulo mere de. Shala, guud ta kal eto choda khelo tao bara gilbar janno chunk chunk korchilo. Chod chod boner guud chod bonachoda Amit. Amit eibar aro jore jore thap mere mere amake chudte laglo aar amar mukh theke sukher chote khali, “aaaargh. Aaaaaaee. Mnnnnnnnnnnn. Aaaeeeeeee” awaj berochilo. Amit o amake chudte chudte bolchilo, “Gnnnnnn. Ghnnnn. Aaaaaa. Ooooooh.” Kichukhon pore Amit bole uthlo, “aamar eibar berube, Khuku sona. Amar bara eibar jal charbe aar tor guud seii jal diye bhore jabe.” Ami pond tola dite dite bollam, “char, char amar guud bhore de. Tor barar jal diye amar guud ke chan koriye de sona amar. Aaaah Oooooh. Hnnnnnn. Aaaa.” Amar guuder jal Amiter theke ektu age beriye porlo. Amit amake chudte chudte tar barar ras amar guude chere diye amar opore netiye sueye porlo. Jeyee Amit amar opore sueye porlo ami du hath diye take jariye nilam aar tar mukhe chokhe chumu khete laglam aar amar guuder phutota chepe chepe Amit bara theke sab ras nijer guuder bhetor ninre nilam. Eidike amar khoob jore hishi peye gelo. Mone hochillo je Amiter barar oporeyee amar hishi beriye jabe. Khanik khon amra chup chap sueye thaklam aar ek dujon ke dhire dhire chumu khete thaklam. Amader choda chudir parishome ektu tandra ese giyechilo. Ektu pore hishir janno ami uthte giye dekhlam je Amit ekhono amar opor sueye ache aar amar ekta mayee mukhe niye chusche. Ami Amit ke aste kore bollam, “Amit eibare amake char. Amar bhishon jor hishe peyeche. Ami aar rukhte parchina.”
Ami jantam je Amit jato sakhto opor theke hok na keno, Amit emnite bhetor theke besh narom manush. Amit amar opor theke uthe porlo aar ras jhara natano barata amar guud theke aste kore bar kore nilo. Bara taa amar guud theke plop awaj kore beriye porlo. Amit amar hath dhore amake tene bosiye dilo aar ami amar khola mayee aar guud niye Amiter pase boslam. Amit bose khanik khon amar mayee niye khela korlo aar tarpor bollo, “ja giye taratari hishi kore ne.” Ami Amit ke jigesh korlm, “ekhane kothaye hishi korbo? Amake bathroome jete hobe.” Amit amar mayee duto duhate tene bollo, “keno? Bathroome keno jete hobe?” Ami Amiter barata dhore bollam, “ahah, kuche bujhte pare na? Amar tor samne bose hishi korte lajja korbe na?” Amit takhon amar guude takhon angul diye bollo, “chup kar to Sali guud chodane magi, paa phank kore amar theke guud marate lajja neyee aar jato lajja amar samne phank kore bose guud theke mut bar korte jato lajja? Ja taratari nolere samne bose mutene.” Ami takhon nengto obostha te uthe giye noler samne hishi korte boslam. Amar bosar songe songe Amit uthe amar kache ese bose porlo aar amar guude hath bolate laglo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “guud theke hath sora, noyele amar hishi hobe na.” Amit amake khistee diye bollo, “tor lajjar gand mari. Chal taratari mute ne. Ami toke aro chidbo.” Ami taratari mukhta anno dike ghuriye pechchab kore nilam.
Amit amar guud theke pechchabe opor hath rekhe amar guude hath bolate bolate jigesh korlo, “kemon lagche?” Ami bollam, “khoob bhalo.” Amit amake joriye chumu khete laglo aar khanik pore amake tule bichanate niye gelo. Ami bichanate bosle Amit amar pase bose amar mayee niye khela korte laglo. Amit kahin pore amake bollo, “kalke dupure amake abar Kharagpure jete hobe. Abar kal theke ami bose bose tor katha aar amader choda chudir katha bhabho. Amar jete ekdom bhalo lagche na.” Khanikohon por Amit abar bollo, “haan, tui tor guudtate sab samay parishkar rakhbee, Bujhlee? Tobe shave korish na tatae chool gulo sakhto hoye jabe. Amar tor parishkar guude mukh diye chat te aar chuste bhalo lage.” Ami matha nere haan bolla. Amit amar guude hath bolate bolate bollo, “eiye guudta amar.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “tui ki ekhono bujhte parish na jeami toke bhishan bhabhe bhalobashee.” Amit bollo, “haan ami jani je tui amake khoob bhalobashish. Aar amio toke jakhan takhan amon chudee jebhave kono bhi nijer bon ke chodena.” Ami Amiter mathaye hath bolate bolate jigesh korlam, “tui abar kobe Kolkataye aschis?” Amit amake chumu kheyee bollo, “jakhon abar somaye bar korte parbo. Tobe Kharagpure aye amader IIT te Spring Festival janno” Ami songe songe Amit ke jigesh korlam, “tui ki amake tor hosteler ghore niye giye chudte chas?” Amit bollo, “haan, aar anek bar toke chudte chaiee.”
Aro kichukhon abol tabol katha bolar por Amit amake bollo, “ami tokeye aro chudbo.” Ami aste kore jigesh korlam, “kon positioney chudbi, eibarey?” Amit amar mayee te mochor mere bollo, “tuee to akta haramjadee kukoor. Toke kukurer moton pechchon theke chudbo.” Ami bollam, “theek ache, tor je rakam ichchee seirakom kore amake chod. Jatobar ichchee tatobar amake chod. Ami tor kukur.” Ami hath nabiye Amiter barata dhorlam. Dekhaiam je barata ekono puro puri khara hiyee nee. Ami bhavlam je ami barata chuse khara kore dee, jate Amit amake pechon theke kukurer moton kore taratari chude deye. Ami Amiter netano barata niye hather modheye kachlate thaklam aar modheye modheye barar mundee theke chamra ta hotiye tate angul ragrate thaklam. Kichukhon pore Amiter barata khara holo aar ta dekhe ami Amit ke bollam, “aaye ebar amake cgod bhalo kore.” Amit amar pas theke uthe amake utheye amake pechon phire bosalo aar amake pash balisher opor upur kore sueye dilo aar nije amar pechone giye boslo. Amit ektu jhunke barata amar guuder phutor opor rakhlo aar amake bollo, “ektu phank kor, tor paa dutow.” Ami hath ta neeche niye giye hather duto angul diye amar guuder thont duto khule rakhlam.
Amit amar guuder phuto khalo peye nijer komor nariye ekta thap marlo aar tar barata char char kore amar guude dhuke gelo Ami sukher chote “aaaeeeee” kore uthlam. Amit barata eibar praye ek inch moton bar kore abar jore ekta thap marlo aar barata abar char char kore amar guude dhuke gelo. Ami abar “aaeeee. Hnnnn. Aaaeeeee” kore uthlam. Thap mar sala, “aaeee.” Bar kar bara ta, “Oooooh.” Ami khik khon thap khabar por Amit ke bollam, “aar chudish na. Oooooh. Thama. Please moray jaabow.” Amit bollo, “chup, chup kor guud chodani choot marani magi.” Amake chup korte bole, Amit amar khola pachate thappor marte laglo aar thaper por thap mere mere amake chude jete laglo. Amiter thaper eto jor chilo je ami majhe majhe pash balish theke nebe jachillam. Amit amar hath dhore amake abar pash balisher opor tene amakr guude bara diye thaper thap mere amake chudte laglo. Amake chudte chudte Amit amake bollo, “haramjadee magee, amar chodon khete khete nijer kont niye khela kor.” Amio lakhee meyer moto guuder thont chere diye angul diye guuder konta narte laglam.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Ager kaler Canadian enginer pistoner moton Amiter barata amar guude dhukchilo ar berochillo. Ami aar amar guud choda khete khete arame pagol hoye jachillam. Kichukhon eibhave chalar por amar tal pete mochor mara shuru hoye gelo aar ami bujhte parlam je eibar amar guuder jal khosbe. Amar mukh theke Amiter thaper songe songe khali “aaaaa. Ohhhhh Nnnnnnnnn. Ooooooh. Aaeeeee” awaj berochilo. Amito bujhte parchilo je amar guuder jal eibare khoshbe. Amit amake chudte chudte bolchillo, “char, char guuder jal ta chere de haramjadee magee amar baratar opore guuder jal char.” Ami thap khete khete bolchillam, “aaahhhh. Nnnnnnnnn. Ooooooh aaeeeee,” aar amar guud theke jal khoslo. Amiter baratao amar guuder bhetor lafa lafi korte dekhe ami Amit ke bollam, “Amit amar sona bhai, de diye de tor boner guuder bhetor bara jal char. Tor barar jal diye tor boner guuder teshta meta.” Kintu Amiter eibar second bar jal berobar chilo bole ektu beshi samay nichhillo. Khanik khon pore Amit ekta naree talano thap mere barata amar guude bhetor rekhe barar ras chere dilo aar amar opor netiye pore gelo.
Amar opor shoye shoye Amit komor nariye noriye bara theke jato ta parlo pheda ber kore amar guude chrlo. Amar guude Amiter pheda porte amar sara sharir kempe kempe uthlo. Kukurer moto obosthate guud chudiye amar hath paa sab jam hoye giyechilo. Ami bhabhchillam je kakhon Amit amake bolbe thik hoye sute jate ami guud maranor anondo ta bhalo bhave upobhog korte pari. Amit khanik por Amit amar peeth theke uthe porlo aar amio bichanate chit hoye shoye porlam. Shoye shoye ami amar hath paa sab tan tan kore hathe payer jam gulo khullam. Amit amar pase shoye shoye amake jariye dhorlo aar amar sara mukhe aar amar khola nengto mayee te chumu khete laglo. Amio Amit ke joriye tar mukhe chumu khelam. Khaink por ami Amiter dike pacha kore shoye porlam aar Amito amake pechon theke joriye niye ekta paa amar opor tule dilo aar ekta hath diye amater bota niye khela korte laglo. Ami Amar ekta paa ektu tule amar dupayer phank theke ekta hath bar kore Amiter bara ta dhore hathe te kachlate laglam. Khanik khon bara kachlanor par ami bara ta hathe kore niye amar guuder phutor opor ragrate laglam. Khaink khon por Amit amake jigesh korlo, “ki re kemon choda kheli, bol?” Ami bollam, “mmmmmm. Khoob bhalo.” Amit amar ghare aar kandhe chumu khete laglo. Ami Amit ke jigesh korlam, “kee re. Tor nijer bon key chudey keerokom lagchchey?” “Great.” I answered back, “Mmmmm.” And snuggled closer to him and let him know how much I liked getting fucked by him.
Amit amar pase khink khon shiye royilo aar tar por amake bollo, “ami kal chole jabo. Tobe toke ekla chere jabo na. Toke amar songe niye jabo.” Ami Amiter bhalobasha bujhte pere ta ke bollam, “lokhee sona. Tor poda shona kor. Tui to janish jay ami toree. Tuee jokhon chaibee tokhonee ami tokay deeyey amar guud chodabo. Tui khalee bolay daykh.” Amit amake chumu kheye bollo, “haan, ami seta janee. Ami condom pore chudte bhalobashi naa aar tai tuee pill khete shuru korechis. Ami toke chudte khoob bhalobashee. Ami tor kache thakte chaee. Arr amader majhkhane kono anno jinish thakte dite chaee na.” Ami amar mukhta Amiter dike ghoralam. Amit amar mukhe chumu khelo aar amake bollo, “ami amr songe kal tor kono jinish niye jete chaee. Ami chaee je kal sara din tuee saree por thak aar tar tolaye tuee ekta panty pore thakbe. Amar mone hoye je kal diner modheye ami tor songe kichkhon ekla thakte parbo, aar tor panty tor guuder rase bhije jabe. Ami bari theke borebar age tuee tor bra aar panty ta khule amake diye debee. Ami tor bra aar panty amar songe niye jete chaee. Ami Kharagpure giye tor bra aar panty shunkbo aar tor mayee aar guuder katha bhabho. Aar haan, ami tor mathar chul ektu kete niye jabo.” Ami aste kore Amit ke “haan” bollam. Ami bujhte parchilam je Amit amake khoob behi bhalobashe.
Amra khanik khon chup thaklam aar tar por ami Amit ke bollam, “Amit ami tor bara ta ekbar chusbo” aar ami ghure Amiter netiye pora barata niye mukhe dhukiye nilam. Ami jeyee Amiter bara ta mukhe nilam, Amit omni shoye porlo tobe amar mathar dike paa kore aar nijer mukhta amar guuder opor rekhe diye amar guud chat te laglo. Kichu khon guud chosar por Amit amake bollo, “tor paa ta ektu oporey kor,” aar amar opor diker pa ta opore tule dilo aar eibar amar khola gude mukh diye amar guud aar guder kont ta chat te laglo. Amar guud choshani te khoob aram lagte laglo ar m Amiter netano barata puro puri amar mukhe bhetor dhukiye bara ta chuste laglam. Amiter baratar swad kemon jano anno rakomer chilo. Ami Amiter bara theke amar guuder gandho aar tar raser swad pachchillam. Ami ekbar barata amar mukh theke bar kore tar mundee ta khule nilam aar abar bara ta ke mujhe dhukiye chuste laglam.
Ami Amiter barata dhore chuschillam aar Amit amar guud aar guuder kont chat chillo. Abar kakhono kakhono amra puro guuder bedi ta te jeev ghudiye ghuriye chat chillo. Praye du minuter modhee Amiter bara ta abar khara hoye gelo aar mar konta to sukher chote mone hochillo je phete jabe. Amar mukh theke gunganor awaj ber hote laglo. Ami Amit ke bolla, “haramjada chele kichu kor. Ami aar parchina.” Amit amake bollo, “chal ami tor opore chore toke arek bar chudee.” Amit ebar pash balish aar balish ta amar mathar neeche diye dilo aar paa duto khule amar diu payer majh khane hantu gere boslo. Ami amake boolo, “ami chayee je tuee bhalo kore dekh je ami toke kemon bhabhe chudee.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “danra. Amar guudta key phank korey dhoree” aar amar dan hather du angul diye amar guuder phuto ta ke phanke kore dhorlam aar baan hath diye Amiter bara ta dhore amar guuder photar mukhe lagiye dilam. Ami jhunke amake chumu khelo. Ami aste kore amar duto paa phank kore opore dike tule dilam. Amit amar khola guud dekhe komor ta ektu nariye barar mundee ta aste kore amar khola guude dhukiye dilo. Ami komor tola diye Amit pura bara ta guud diye kheye nilam. Eibar Amit ekta thap mere praye adh khani barata amar guude dhukiye dilo. Pher ek jhtka mer puro bara ta gude char char kore dhukiye dilo. Amit eibar jhtka mere mere amake chudte laglo aar hath diye amar mayee gulo chatkate laglo. Amit jhunke amake chumu khete khete jeev ta amar mukhe dhukiye dilo. Amai amar hath aar paa diye Amit ke joriye dhorlam aar neech theke pond tola dite dite guud ke Amiter bara khaote laglam. Aste aste amit choda speed barate laglo aar amio pond tolar speed bariye dila. Amit amar du paa komor theke nabiye nijer kandhe rakhlo aar jhunke pore jore jore thap mere amake chudte laglo. Paa duto kandhe thakaye bara ta amr guuder anek bhetore jachillo aar amar jarau te giye dhakka marchilo. Jarau obdee thap khete khete ami sukhe pagol hoye gelam aar Amit ke bilte lagla, “chod, chod bokachod nijer boner giid chod. Sala aar kauke pelina je nijer boner guud chudchees? Ohhhhhh Ahhhhhh chod, chod sala khoob bhalo lagche. Mar mar amar guud bhalo kore thapp mar aar amar guud phatiye de. Haan haan eirakom mokor kheliye kheliye thap gulo mar. Ne Ne amio pond tola dite dite toke chudchee.” Khanik por amar guuder jal khaslo aar songe songe Amit o amar guuder bhetor bara diye jal charlo. Amara choda chudee korte korte thoke giye chilam bole chup chap shouye jore jore sans nite jirote laglam.
Khanik por Amit amake bollo, “tuee shottee chudtay parish.” Amio Amit ke bollam, “toee – o chudtey parish. Babbah. Amaar guudta haluaar moton dheelay hoye gyachaey.” Eto ghoo ghono choda chudee korate ami aar Amit khoob thoke giye chilam. Tayee amader chokh lege gelo. Khanik por chader opor ratree belar janoo amar thanda lagte lago aar amar ghoom bhenge gelo. Ami uthe ghoree dekhlam je amra prayee ek ghanta ghumiye porechilam. Ami bhalo kore dekhlam je ami emdom ulongo hoye Amiter pase shoye achee amar matha ta Amiter hather opor rekhe. Ami uthe Amit ke chumu khelam. Tar por bose bose amar galar har, hather churee aar kaner dul gulo pore nilam. Ei bar ami uthe danriye nijer jama kapor porte laglam. Amitero ghum bhenge gelo aar se uthe bose amar mayee gulo tipe bollo, “satee bolte kee, tuee aar tor eii mayee gulo bhison sexy. Tor mayee gulo dekhleyee amar bara khara hoye jaye aar tor guude dhukte chaye.” Ami Amiter hath amar mayye theke sate kore soriye diye billam, “ ei bar tham, Anek hoyeche. Rat 3.00 beje geche. Ekun neeche chal. Abar pore dekha jabe.” Amit uthe porlo aar nijer jama kapor gulo porte shuru kore dio. Jama kapor porte Amit amake bollo, “ami kintu ek bar aro toke chudte chayee.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “amio seta chayee, kintu ekhun aar somaye neyee. Amader neeche jete hobe.” Amit aar kichu bollo na. Se amar bra ta niye bollo, “eta ami nijer kache rekhe nichhee.” Ami matha nere haan bollam.
Amit nijer pant porte laglo. Panter bhetor bara ta dhokabar somay ami seta ke dhore khoob kore chumu khelam aar barar mundee ta ek bar chete dilam. Amit amake soriye dilo aar bollo, “thak aar bara ta chusis na. Bara khara hole amake abar chudte hobe.” Jama kapor porar por ami bhalo kore char pase dekhe nilam je kono kichu chere to jachchina. Ta nahole pore sabaiyee jante parbe je amra chate giye choda chudi korechee. Tar por amara chabee niye darja khule neeche chole elam. Niche aste maa jigesh korlo, “ki re Khuku tuee?” Ami “haan” bollam aar aro bollam je “tomar dadar chele khali tara dekhar sakh, kee korbo deri hoye gelo.” Amara nijere nijer ghore jete jete Amit amake phisphis kore bollo, “amar katha gulo bhulish na. Sab mone rakhbee.” Ami khali matha nere “haan” bollam aar nijer ghore chole gelam. Ami ghore soja bichanate shoye porlam. Tobe ghum aschilo na. Khali guud ta barar thap kheye kheye tantan korchilo aar mayee duto te tepa tepir janno mishtee mishtee baitha korchilo. Amar sara gaye hathe paye baitha korchilo. Kintu baitha ta aro choda khabar janno korchilo. Dhire dhire ami ghumiye porlam. Porer din sakal bela uthe chan kore ami ekta saree porlam aar tar tolaye panty porlam. Blouse porar age ekta patla lace deoa bra porlam. Ami jantam je Amit jabar age amar theke panty aar bra chaiyebe. Amit porer din anek derite uthlo. Aar uthe chan tan sere nilo. Ami maa ke kal rater tara dekh aar nana rakom galpo baniye baniye bollam.
Maa amar sab galpo sune amake bollo, “theek ache. Amit tor bhai hochchee. Tar janno ek rat noye ektu kam ghumolee.” Luncher por Amit amake bollo, “chal tor ghore chal. Tor songe khanik khon galpo koree.” Ami bujhte parlam je Amit ki bolte chaiche. Ami maar samne giye bollam, “ maa dekho Amit ki bolche. Se ekhon amar songe galpo korbe aar amake ghumote debena. Kal rateo ami chat theke rat 3.00 somay nebechee. Ekhon amar ghum pachchee.” Maa amake ekbar dekhe bollo, “Khuku, ki ja ta bolchis. Amit tor bhai hochchee, tuee take nijer ghore niye jaa aar shoye shoye Amiter songe galpo kor giye.” Ami emon bhabh dekhalam jeno ami khoob rag korehee aar maa ke bollam, “maa!!! Tumi ki chao na je ami ektu ghumiye nee?” Tar por ami Amit ke bollam, “chal amar ghore chal aar tor jato sab aje baje galpo sona. Tobe hote pare je ami tor galpo sunte sunte ghumiye pori.” Amit maake suniye amake bollo, “Khuku tue bhison aje baje galer boyee porish aar tar janno tor matha te aar kichchuu neyee.” Erpor ami amar ghore gelam aar Amit amar pechon pechon amar ghore dhuke porlo. Ami bujhte parchilam je Amit amake tar galpo sonabe na tar bara amar guud ke khaobe.
Ami jakhon ghore dhuklam to ami amar ghorer darja ta bando kore tate khil lagiye dilam. Amit amake pechon theke dhore niye amar acncholer bhetore hath dhukiye amake nijer dike tante laglo. Ami Amiter hather bhetor paunche gelam. Amit amake chumu kheye bollo, “tuee darja te khil dilee, tuee ki bhabjchees je to ke ami rkhon chudbo?” Ami “na”bollam. Amit jor diye bollo, “haan ami jani” Amio galaye jor diye bollam, “naa, ami tar janno darja te khil dee nee.” Amit ektu shanty hoye amake bollo, “dekh, ami chaiee je tor panty ta ekebare bhije jak, jate ami jakhon ota niye jabo to tate tor guuder gandho lege thakbe. Tuee ekhon panty pore achis to?” Ei bole Amit amar pachar opor hath buliye ami panty pore achee ki na dekhe nilo. Amio muchkee hense bollam, “haan, ami panty pore achee.” Eibar Amit amake joriye dhorlo aar amar sara mukhe, golaye kandhe chumu khte laglo aar amake bollo, “tuee ekta sexy, aar guud chodane magee.” Amit atr por amake bichanate niye gelo aar amar sara gaye chumu khete laglo. Ami bujhte parchilam je Amit amake garam kore dite chai jate amar guud theke ras beriye beriye amar panty ta bnalo kore bhije jak.
Amar blouser hook gule pechon dike chilo. Hook gulo khulte khulte Amit khoob garam hoye gelo. Amit amake bollo, “danra agge tor achol ta tor blouser opor theke soriye dee.” Amar achol saranor por Amit amake shoye dilo aar amar blouser hook gulo dhire dhire khulte laglo. Hook khola hole Amit blouse ta khule niye bichanar neeche phele dilo. Eibar amar patla bra Dhaka mayee te chumu khete khete bollo, “tuee katokhon dhore ei bra ta pore achis?” Ami bollam, Prayee du ghonta.” Amit abar jigesh korlo, “tuee kono scent to lagas nee to? Ami tor bra theke tor ghaner gandho nite chayee tor scenter noye.” Ami bollam, “na ami kono scent lagayee nee.” Amit amar mayee te chumu kheye sara bra Dhaka mayeer gandho sunkte laglo aar bollo, “Dey. Tor bra ta khulay nee aar ektu mayee teepey nee.” Amit taratari amr bra ta khule nilo aar amar khola mayee duto du hathe niyee tipte laglo.
Amit tar ekta hath nabiye amar komore sareer badhoner kache niye elo aar tar angul diye saree, sayar bhetore dhukiye shurshitee dite laglo. Khaink pore Amit amake bollo, “tor saree ta khuley deechchee. To na hoyeley mushray jaabey.” Amit aste kore amar saree ta khule dilo. Saree kholar por Amit bollo, “eibar tokey puro puri nengto korbo.” Ami kichu na bole amar mukhta anno dike ghuriye nilam aar Amit ja korche ta korte dilam. Saree kholar por Amit tar hath ta amar petticoater samne niye ese amar guudta sayar opor theke ragrate laglo aar amake bollo.. “haramjadi. Guudboti.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “tor jama kapor gulo khule phel, Ami tor khara bara ta dekhte chayee.”
Amit kichu bllo na aar chup chap nijer jama kapor khule nengto hoyee gelo. Ami nengto hote ami dekhlam je Amiter bara ta aaj besh mota sota lagche. Ami bhabhlam je kal rate amar guude dhuke hoyto Amiter bara ta aaj aro mota hoyee jeche. Ami bujhte parchilam na je Amiter eto mota barata amar mukhe dhukbe ki na? Nengto nobar por Amit position niye amar tal pete aar guuder bedi te chumu khelo aar amar peticoater opor theke amar guuder opor chumu khelo. Jato bar Amit amar guude chumu khachhillo amar pondta apna apnee uthe jachhillo. Khanik khon pore Amit amar sayar nara ta jhule dilo aar amake bollo, “tor saya ta khooley dichchee.” Ami amar pond tule dhorte Amit amar saya ta amar komor theke nabiye dilo aar seta mati te phele dilo. Amit tar por bichanar kache danriye amake bollo, “ekhon ami toke emon sukh debo, ja tuee aage bhabhte parish nee.” Ami kichu bollam na tobe bhabhchillam je eibar Amit ki korbe? Amit amar saya ta matee theke tule tar nara ta khule nilo aar seta diye amar paa duto palonger mashareer post theke bendhe dio. Ami matha nere naa korate Amit amake chor dekhiye bollo, “chupa shoe thak ta na hole thappor marbo.” Amit abar bollo, “beshee jhamela korley tor komor dhore toke ulte diye tor pond merey debo.” Takhon ami chup kore shoye thaklam. Ami takhon Amiter samne khali ekta panty pore paa chariye shoye chilam. Hatat Amit bathroome gelo aar bathroom theke ekta tooth brush niye elo. Tooth brush theke tap tap kore jal porchilo. Ami kichu bujhte parhilam na.
Amit ebar bichanar opor chore amar paa dutor majh khane boslo. Amit amar guuder char dhare aar guder opor hath bolate laglo aar ami sukher chote chat fat korte korte pond tola dite laglam jate Amiter puro hath ta amar guud ke ador kore. Amit ebar toothbrush ta hate niye amake boolo, “hath duto opor dike tole dhor. Ebar toke toothbrush treatment debo.” Ami kichu bujhte parchilam na. Ami bhoye bhoye Amit ke bollam, “amar guud ta chcheeray jabey. Lokhee sona, aita diye guude laggash na.” Amit amar kotha sunlo na aar toothbrush diye amar panteer oopor theke amar kont theke shuru kore amar pond obdee toothbrush bolate laglo. Amar sara ga diye electric current boye gelo aar ami sucher chote pagol hoye jete laglam.
Ami gungueeye Amit ke bollam, “tham, tham. Please, Please. Aaaaahhhnn Aaaaahhhnn Aaaaahhhnn Aaaaahhhnn Aaaaahhhnn.” Amit bujhte parlo je eto sukhe ami amar mukh bando korte parbo na aar amar maa sunte parbe. Aar ta hole to sab “kelor kirtee.” Amit bichana theke uthe giye nijer romal ta niye elo aar seta mure gol kore jor kore amar mukhe dhukiye dilo. Ami hath diye mukher theke romal ta hatate gele Amit bollo, “ha, romal bar korish na. Hath duto opor dike tule rakh.” Amit tar por toothbrush ta amar guud theke amar pond obdee sursuree dite laglo. Dhire dhire toothbrush diye shursuree ta jore jore hote laglo. Ami sukher chote chatphat korte korte pond tola dite laglam. Mukhe romal thakar janno amarmukh theke awaj ta aste aste bar hochhilloo.Amar mukh theke “hnnnn. Nnnnnnnnn. Mmmmmmm.” Eibar Amit toothbrusher brusher deek diye hurshuree dite laglo. Ete amar aro aram hote laglo. Ek bar brush diye amar konte te shurshuree dilo aar amar mukh theke “Hnnnn. Nnnnnnnnn. Mmmmmmm” awaj berulo. Amit jigesh korlo, “kire, laglo nakee?” Ami matha nere bollam, “naaaaa.” Amit bujhte parlo je amar khoob taratari guud theke ras berobe aar taee se brush diye jore jore aar tarataree shurshuree dite thaklo. Kich khon poryee amar guuder jal khoslo.
Amit amake khanik khoner janno chere dilo jate ami ektu susth hoyee nee, tar por amar mukh theke romal khule niye amake jigesh korlo, “ki re, kemon laglo?” Ami Amit ke duto aste kore ghunsee mere bollam, “page hele, tuee janis na amar kirom legeche. Sala amar pran aarektu hole beriye jeto. Tuee etosob kotha theke sikhlee?”Amit amake chumu kheye bollo, “esob amar matha theke beriyeche. Aar ta chara ekta jubotee meyeke kirokom korleye tar such hoyee seta jana achee.” Ami khanik khon chup kore royeelam aar sara ga diye sukher amej uthte laglo. Amar guuder phutota bare khul chilo aar bando hochhillo. Amit uthe amar paa duto khule dilo aar abar amar kache bose bollo, “Okay. Ebar amar Kharagpur jabar janno prastutee korte hobe.” Amit abar bollo, “ami tor panty aar bra ta amar songe niye jabo. Tor panty ta tor guuder rase ekdom bhije geche aar tar theke ami jakhon chaibo tor guuder gandho sunkte parbo. Ei toothbrushe tor guuder ras lege ache aar er theke ami jakhon chaibo tor guuder taste nite parbo.” Ami takhon Amit ke bollam, “aar amar kee hobe? Amar kache to tor kono kichu royelo na.” Amit bollo, “seta tor baypar.” Ami bollam, “theek ache kon kore ekbar amake tor bara chuse tor barar ras ta amake khete de.” Amit bollo. “na, seta hobe na. Barar ras theke bhison kharap gandho chare. Tuee seta khete parbi na.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “tuee amar katha ta manbee na ami tor hath aar paa bendhe debo tar por tor bara ta amar mukhe pure chuste thakbo, jatokhon na tor pheda beroye?”
Amar katha sune Amit chomke gelo aar ami take bichanate shoye dilam. Tar por ami Amiter du payer majh khane bose tar barata mukhe niye chuste laglam aar bichee guno niye khelte laglam. Ami bara chuste chste Amit ke bollam, “amar panty ta khule de.” Ami jantam je jeyee Amit amar khola guud dekhbe tar bara ta khara hoyee thakbe jatokhon na tar mal ber hoyee. Ami amar panty ta khule dilo. Ami amar paa ta Amiter mukher dike kore amar guud ta tar mukher opor rekhe Amiter bara ta chuste laglam. Panch minute chosar poreyee Amiter bara theke mal beriye amar mukhe porte laglo aar ami mal gulo ta aram se dhak dhak kore khete laglam. Amit amar mukhe mal dhalte dhalte bollo, “Sali, ek ta phonta baire phelbee na, puro mal ta kheye ne Sali kuttee.” Yes. It did smell. It was salty. But I drank it up. We lay together for over 30 minutes.
Ami bayre theke cup plater awaj sune bujhte parlam je bikeler chayer byabostha hochhe aar tai ami Amit ke bollam, “Amit uthe por, bikeler chayer byabostha hochhe. Anek guud aar bara niye khela hoyeche. Eibar amader abar theke bhai aar bon seje bayree jete hobe.” Amit amar katha sune bvichana theke uthe nijer jama kapor pore nilo. Ami almaree khule ekta fresh bra bar kore porlam aar amar blouse aar maitete pora saree ta joriye nilam. Ami aar Amit bayree bhalo mukh kore beyrire elam, jeno kich hoye nee. Cha khete khete Amit maa ke bollo, “Pishee, tumi Khuku ke amader Spring break te Kharag pur patiye dao.” Maa Amiter kotha sune ektu bhebhe bollo, “theek ache.” Cha kheye Amit bollo, “theek ache, ami bus niye Horah station e chole jabo.” Ami bollam, “keno? Ami toke gari kore Howrah station chere asbo.” Maa amar katha sune bollo, “theek ache, Khuku Amit ke gari kore Howrah station chere debe.”
Gari te bose Amit bollo, “ami toke chithee debo. Aarami bhebhechee je tor guuder nam ami Neera debo. Tate jadee keu tor chithee pore to bujhte parbe na.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “theek ache aar ami tor bara ke kukur bole likhbo.” Ami muchkee hense bollam, “tor kukur kemon ache?” Amit hense bollo,, “keno kukur keno?” Ami bollam, “kukur taee theek ache. Sab samay guuder janno chunk chunk kore.” Ami hense bollo, “tuee Neerar dekha shona korbee. Aar tar chul baro hote dish na.” Amit khanik bhebhe bollo, “haan, son, tuee pil lhaya chere de. Pill kahoa healther janno theek na. Tobe Kharagpur asar age abar pil khete shuru korish.” Ami matha narlam. Amit hath diye amar sareer opor theke guuder opor hath rekhe bollo, “eta amar property. Eta ke samle rakbee.”
Station gari pouchule Amit neeche theke kono jinish nete gelo. Ami jigesh korlam, “neeche ki pore chee?” Amit kono uttar na diye, hatat amar mayee te chumu khelo aar gari theke nebe gelo. Amit gari theke nebe train e boslo aar khanik khon por train chere dilo. Ami abar gari kore bari chole elam aar bhabhte laglam je amra ki ki korechee.
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