“Yash, abhi nahi. Principal sir podium par khade hain aur meri speech ka time nikal raha hai.”
Keerthana Reddy ne green room ke darwaze par pallu sambhala. Resham ki saree uske kandhon par thi, stage wala smile abhi chehre par chipka hua tha. Main lighting board ke paas khada tha, dimmer adhoora.
Do saal pehle Telugu cinema ne use is campus se nikaal kar poster pe bitha diya tha. Aaj woh Hyderabad, India ke isi purane college ki alumni night par wapas aayi thi, guest of honour ban kar.
Maine board ka switch neeche rakha. “Tu bolti thi Hyderabad aayegi to woh baat khatam karegi. Magazine wala photo nahi maanga tha maine.”
Usne bindi ko ungli se dabaya. “Mujhe laga tu entry cue maang raha hai. Organizers ne kaha tha koi lighting wala time le raha hai.”
“Main lighting wala nahi, purana classmate hoon. Wada photo ka nahi tha.”
Wada aur uski keemat
Keerthana andar aayi aur darwaza dhak se band ho gaya, lock nahi. Makeup table par powder bikhra tha, ek kancha glass pani ka. Woh glass uthati, peeti, phir rakh deti.
“Main darti thi ki tu celebrity wala scene karega,” usne kaha. “Isliye maine function ko dhaal bana liya. Galat kiya.”
Uski aankhen table ke sheeshe se meri taraf uthin. Stage ki dhol ki aahat door se aa rahi thi, lekin yahan sirf cooler ki saans thi.
Maine haath nahi badhaya. “Agar speech jaani hai to ja. Main dimmer yahin chhod dunga.”
Woh ek kadam aage aayi. Saree ka pallu uski kamar se fislaya, blouse ka hook halka sa khula hua tha pehle se, makeup wale ne adhoora chhoda hoga. Usne woh hook khud nahi lagaya.
“Speech baad mein. Pehle yeh.” Uski awaaz kam thi. “Main chahti hoon. Tu bhi?”
Maine sir hilaya. “Haan.”
Uske baad koi dohraun nahi hua. Keerthana ne meri shirt ke pehle button ko halke se khola, phir doosra. Uski ungliyan garmi se chipak rahi thin. Maine uski kamar pakdi, saree ke parde ke neeche petticoat ka nada tha, ganth dheeli.
Hum table ke kone se hat kar sofe ki taraf gaye, woh sofe jise volunteers ne extra dupatte daal kar chhupa rakha tha. Keerthana baithi, mujhe apne beech kheench liya. Honth pehle slow the, phir gehre. Uski saans meri gardan par garmi chhodti.
Blouse ke baaki hook maine ek ek karke khole. Uski chhatiyan kapde se azad huin, nipple already tight. Maine muh lagaya, usne mere baal pakde, zor se nahi, bas rakhne ke liye. Saree ka pallu sofe par gir gaya, petticoat upar utha, uski thighs par meri hatheli ruki.
Uski chut kapde ke neeche gili thi. Maine panty side ko sarkaayi, ungli se halke se mila, usne kamar uthayi. “Andar mat, pehle rukk.”
Maine wallet se packet nikala. Condom pehna, uske saamne, koi natak nahi. Usne dekha, sir hilaya, phir mujhe apni thighs ke beech kheench liya.
Jab usne light khud band ki
Keerthana ne sofe ke peeche wala table lamp khud band kiya. Ab sirf corridor ki slit se peeli dhaar aa rahi thi. Usne mujhe neeche kiya, khud upar aayi, saree kamar par bunched, petticoat ek side. Mera lund uski chut ke muh par tika, usne dheere se baithna shuru kiya.
Garmi nehle se tight thi. Woh ruki, saans bhari, phir aur neeche aayi. Maine uski kamar sambhali, uske kandhon ko nahi dhakka diya. Uski aankhen band thin, honth khule.
“Ahista,” usne kaha, aur maine ahista hi rakha. Jab uski chut ne pura le liya, dono ruke. Cooler ki patti ghumti rahi. Kahin bahar koi student hansa.
Phir usne hilna shuru kiya, chhoti chhoti lehren, jaise stage par dance ke count yaad hon. Maine neeche se milaya, tez nahi. Uski chhatiyan mere muh ke paas aatin, maine ek nipple daba kar chusa, usne gale se awaaz kaati.
Kapde bilkul utre nahi the. Meri jeans ghutnon tak thi, belt khuli, shirt sides par. Uski blouse sofe ke arm par latakti, saree ab bhi uske ek kandhe se bandhi. Yeh nanga naach nahi tha, jaldi ka saccha kaam tha.
Usne meri gardan kaat kar kaha, “Aur andar.” Maine kamar uthayi, lund gehra gaya, condom ke saath slick. Uski chut ne pakda, chhoda, phir pakda. Meri ungliyon ne uski gaand ke upar wale gaddhe ko dabaye rakha, usne meri kalai pakad li.
Rhythm bigadta, banta. Kabhi woh tez baithti, kabhi main thaharta. Uski saans unchi hui, meri bhi. Table ka glass hil kar ruka. Maine uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye, uski aankhen khulin, humne dekha ek doosre ko, phir honth mile, geele, bechain.
Woh palatna chahti thi. Hum sofe se farsh ke durri par aa gaye, extra dupatta neechi. Keerthana pet ke bal nahi, pith ke bal let gayi, taange meri kamar par. Maine condom check kiya, theek tha, phir uski chut mein dubara ghusa.
Is baar gehraai alag thi. Uski thighs kaanpti. Maine haath uski chut ke upar clit par rakha, gol, dheema, jab tak uski kamar ne meri hatheli ko dhakka diya. Usne muh daba kar meri shirt ke kone ko kaata, awaaz bahar na jaaye.
Main tez hua, lekin behis nahi. Har dhakka uski saans se juda. Uski chut geeli siski, condom ki patli garmi beech mein. Usne mere pith par nakhun chalaye, kam, bas nishan ke liye.
“Ab mat nikal,” usne saans ke beech kaha. Maine nahi nikala. Uske andar hi uski lehar aayi, kamar kadak, chut ne lund ko kasa, phir dheela kiya, phir kasa. Maine usi kasav mein apna chod diya, condom ke andar, lambe dhakke, phir ruke hue kampan.
Hum pile rahe, paseena blouse ke lining par aur meri shirt ke collarbone par. Uski saans dheemi hui. Maine lund nikala, condom sambhala, knot maara, tissue ke bin table ke neeche dustbin mein daala jo volunteers ne makeup waste ke liye rakha tha.
Keerthana ne aankhen kholi. Hansi nahi, sharm nahi, bas thakan aur ek seedhi nazar. Maine uski panty theek ki, petticoat nada bandha. Usne blouse ke hook peeche se lagaye, do baar chhukar, teesri baar sahi.
Saree ka pallu usne khud kheench kar kandhe par daala. Bindi tedhi ho chuki thi. Usne dekha sheeshe mein, seedha nahi kiya.
Podium par tedha sa bindi
Corridor se kisi ne dhayn se knock kiya, awaaz nahi uthayi. “Ma’am, two minutes.” Keerthana ne kaha, “Aa rahi hoon.” Usne pani ka kancha glass phir uthaya, last ghoont piya, glass wahi chhod diya.
Main lighting board par wapas aaya, shirt ke button galat hole mein daal kar nikal kar sahi kiye. Jeans ki belt kasi. Uski nazar mere haath par ruki, kuch nahi kaha.
Bharat bhar mein uske posters the, Hyderabad ke is campus ke bahar bhi hoarding tha, lekin green room ki slit light mein woh sirf woh aurat thi jiska pallu ab bhi poora nahi bitha tha.
Woh darwaze tak gayi, ruki nahi, sirf itna ki meri taraf dekh kar bindi par ungli feri aur tedha hi chhod diya. Phir nikal gayi, heels ki aahat corridor se auditorium ki taraf.
Maine extra spotlight ka dimmer neeche khiska diya, woh hero entry wali beam jo organizers ne maangi thi. Stage par Keerthana aayi, mic pakda, tedhe bindi ke saath, aur pehli line cue card se nahi boli. Card usne wings mein mere board ke kone par rakh diya tha, bina wapas liye.
Principal ne taaliyon ka ishara kiya. Main slit se dekhta raha, haath dimmer par, jab tak uski awaaz hall mein seedhi nahi ho gayi.