Amna bed par let kar camera angle thoda aur adjust karti hai. Uske baalon ki laren uske kandhon pe bikhar chuki hain. Side lamp ki roshni uski skin ko golden glow de rahi hai.
Sunny ne screen ke uss taraf se halki si gulp li —
"Yaar… tum to full jaan le rahi ho aaj. aj karunga desi sex"
Amna ne cheekhi nahi, sirf halki si smirk ki,
"Aaj dil kar raha hai… tumhe woh dikhane ka jo sirf mehsoos karte aaye ho."
Camera aur nazdeek hota hai. Amna ne apni shirt ka aik button khola — bas aik.
Uski collar bone se le kar neckline tak ek narmi aur taap thi. Sunny ki aankhon mein sirf uska chehra nahi, uski chaahat, uska deedar tha.
"Sunny…" Amna ki awaaz halki si bhari hui thi, "main sirf tumhara hoon… lekin yeh screen kab tak bardasht karegi?"
Sunny ne dheere se camera ke qareeb ho kar kaha,
"Agar abhi tum mere samne hoti na… to har lafz ka jawab hathon se deta."
Amna ne camera ko halki si jhukti nazar se dekha. Phir usne phone stand pe rakha, aur apne silky nighty ke strap ko dheere se kandhe se neechay kiya. Uski skin pe goosebumps the, jaise Sunny ki nazar usko choo rahi ho.
"Bas dekhte raho Sunny… aaj main apne jazbaat chhupane nahi wali."
Sunny ki saans tez ho gayi.
"Yaar… tum pagal kar rahi ho mujhe. Tumhe dekh kar… kuch aur sochna mushkil hai."
Amna ab puri tarah screen ke qareeb aayi.
"Toh mat socho… sirf mehsoos karo."
Us waqt woh dono sirf ek screen ke paray nahi, ek dusre ke dil, jism aur jazbaat mein ghul gaye the. Amna ka har expression, Sunny ka har reaction — dono taraf chaahat ke sholay bhadak rahe the.
Video call kisi aur planet ka lag raha tha — jahan sirf woh dono the, aur unke darmiyan koi doori nahi thi.
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