“Yash, saat baje nikalna hai. Reunion hai, yaad hai na?” Sonal ne irone ki batti band karte hue kaha, bina mere taraf dekhe.
Palang ke kone par jeans ki zip abhi adhkhuli thi. Uski nazar meri khamoshi par atak gayi. “Kya hua? Mood kharab hai?”
“Main samajha tha aaj nahi jaana.” Awaaz sadi nikli. “Pichhle itwar tumne kaha tha, agle hafte raat ko woh wala kaam karenge. Mujhe laga reunion ki jagah ghar hi rahega.”
Blouse ke hook par uska haath ruk gaya. “Woh wala? Matlab peeche se?” Honth halka khule. “Maine cancel nahi kiya. Maine kaha tha ghar shaant ho to. Tumne socha aaj shaam khali hai?”
Reunion se pehle galat samajh
Jodhpur ke is purane mohalle mein Bharat ki shaam dheere utar rahi thi. Neem ki chhaon khidki tak aati, aur neeche kisi thele par namak garam ki pukar uthti. Hum dono tees ke kareeb the, saat saal se saath, phir bhi us ek jumle ko alag alag calendars par rakh baithe the.
Sonal ne kurta kursi par daala, petticoat ke naare ko ek ungli se kheench kar dheela kiya. “Main samajhi thi dinner ke baad, jab log bikhar jayenge, tab poochna. Tumne organizer ko kya bhej diya?”
“Sirf itna ki starters miss ho sakte hain.” Maine aankh nahi churayi. “Jhoot nahi bola. Bas ummeed rakh li.”
Woh mere saamne aa kar khadi ho gayi. Uski aankhen gusse mein nahi, ek ajeeb si jaldi mein thi. “Tumhe lagta hai main mazaak kar rahi thi? Itwar wali baat mazaak nahi thi. Main dar rahi thi ki tum bheed ke beech yaad dila doge.”
“To ab kya?” Jeans ki zip maine khud band nahi ki. “Hum late honge, ya tum abhi keh do ki nahi.”
Uski kamar par meri ungli rakhne se pehle usne khud mera kalaai pakad liya. “Dinner late ho sakta hai. Abhi ruk. Main chahti hoon. Aaj. Yahi.”
Itna kaafi tha. Koi lambi shart nahi bani, koi list nahi bani. Usne mere muh par jo saans fenki, usme pudina toothpaste aur irone ki garmi mili hui thi. Humne ek dusre ko chuma jaise koi faisla chhupaana ho padosi se, halke se pehle, phir gehra.
Petticoat neeche giri. Blouse ke baaki hook usne peeth ghumakar khud khole, aur kapda kursi ke kurta ke upar pad gaya. Chaddi geeli thi, yeh maine haath rakhte hi jaan liya. Uski chut garam thi, lekin nazar uski nahi, meri jeans ke button par thi.
“Pehle dheere,” usne kaha, jab maine use palang ki taraf kheencha. “Lube nikaalo. Condome bhi. Main aaj andhera nahi chahti. Light on hi rahe.”
Bedside ki drawer se tube aur foil dono nikaale. Usne khud foil phaadi, mera lund haath mein liya, muh se geela kiya, phir condom roll kiya. Rubber ki khanki chhoti si thi, kamre ke pankhe ki sarsarahat se dabi hui. Jelly uski ungliyon par chamki, aur usne apni gaand ke ched par ghumaya, aankhen band karke, jaise counting kar rahi ho.
Jo humne us raat maanga
Main uske peeche khada hua, dono hath uski thighs ke upar. Palang ke kinare usne haath tekhe, kamar uchkai, baal ek kandhe par gire. Uski gaand gol thi, halki si laali chhap se, aur ched ab chamak raha tha. Pehli ungli andar gayi to usne daant pe honth daba liye, lekin peeche nahi hati.
“Aur,” usne kaha. Do ungliyan, phir rukna, phir ghumana. Uski saans tikhi ho gayi. Main jhuk kar uski gardan chuma, kan ke neeche, jahan perfume ab bhi tha. Woh palang ki chadar ko mutthi mein le aayi.
Jab lund uske ched par laga, usne peeche dekh kar sir hilaya. “Haan. Ab.” Pehla inch bhi dheere gaya. Garam, tight, aur uska woh chhota sa awaaz jo dard aur chahne ke beech rehta hai. Maine kamar pakdi, ruk gaya, uski saans ke hisaab se aage badha.
Andar poora nahi, adha. Itne mein hi uski ungliyan chadar kheench rahi thi. “Ruko mat, bas tez mat.” Main nikal kar phir ghusa, jelly ki siski ke saath, har baar thoda aur. Jab kamar tak lag gaya, dono ek pal ko sirf saans le rahe the. Pankha upar se ghum raha tha. Neeche gali se kisi scooter ki speed ki goonj aayi aur chali gayi.
Phir usne khud peeche dhakka diya. Yeh dekh kar meri saans atak gayi. Sonal jo roz subah chai mein chini kam karti, aaj palang pakad kar rhythm khud bana rahi thi. Main uske kandhon par haath rakhe, uske baal hata kar uski gardan dekhi, paseena ki ek lakeer. Uski gaand meri pelvis se takrati, aur har takkar par woh ek gehra sa nikal deti.
“Aur andar,” usne kaha, awaaz kapti. Maine kamar pakad kar thoda jhukaya, kona badla, aur uski chut par doosra haath le gaya. Geeli thi, itni ki ungliyan fisal gayin. Jab main clitoris par gola banaata raha, uski gaand ne lund ko kheencha, chhoda, kheencha. Yeh mechanical nahi tha. Har baar woh rukti, sochti, phir maangti.
“Yahi… yahi rehne do.” Palang ki dabi si cheekh usne gabbe mein daba li. Main tez nahi hua, bas gehra. Condom ki patli diwar ke peeche bhi uski garmi saaf thi. Uski thighs kaanp rahi thi. Maine uska kalaai pakad kar peeth par laaya, ungliyan uljha kar, taaki woh khud ko sambhale.
Beech mein usne sir uthaya. “Light… dekh rahe ho na?” Haan, dekh raha tha. Uski gaand mein lund ka ghusta hua hissa, uski kamar ki lakir, uske baal jo ab gile the. Yeh sharm ka khel nahi, gawahi ka tha. Hindustan bhar ke college doston ka reunion us shaam shahar ke doosre kone mein chal raha hoga, platein, taaliyan, purane jokes. Yahan sirf mattress ki dheemi si awaaz thi.
Usne position badli, sidhe let gayi, pair khol kar, phir khud ko side par moda. “Aise. Main tumhe dekhna chahti hoon.” Face to face peeche se mushkil tha, isliye usne ghutna upar kiya, aur maine uski taang kandhe par uthayi. Ab uski aankhen mil rahi thi. Har dhakke par woh muh kholti, phir muskurati, jaise khud par hairan ho.
“Tez karo, lekin nikalna mat.” Yeh line usne daant ke beech se kahi. Maine kamar ke neeche haath dekar use apni taraf liya. Lund uski gaand mein poora tha, ruk ruk kar, phir ek hi rhythm. Uski chut par meri ungliyon ka dabao badha, aur uska jism ek lahar ki tarah kadak hua. Uski awaaz nahi fati, bas tuti hui si nikal, aur uski gaand ne itna kasa ki mujhe bhi ruke bina nahi chhoda.
Cum aane se pehle maine uska naam liya. Usne meri gardan kaat kar pakdi. “Andar… condom hai, jaane do.” Main dhakke ke saath nikalta hua bhar aaya, rubber ke andar garmi ki thapki. Uske baad bhi uski taang meri kamar par kshan bhar kasi rahi, phir dheeli padi.
Nikalte waqt usne honth kaate. Chhed se jelly aur thodi si laal i si chamak dikhi, lekin khoon nahi. Maine uski kamar par haath phera. Woh palak jhapkati rahi, lambi saans li, doosri, teesri. Condom maine baathrooom nahi, bed ke tissue par utara, bandh kar kudepar daala. Uski gaand ab bhi dhimmi si dhadak rahi thi, jaise koi darwaza dheere band ho.
“Paani lao,” usne kaha, has diya, thaki hui. Glass maine cooler se diya. Usne do ghoont liye, baaki meri collarbone par giraya, jaise majak. Paseena maine apni palm se uski peeth par saaf kiya, koi badi safai nahi, bas itna ki kapde chipken nahi.
Kurta usne dhire se pehna. Petticoat ke naare ko is baar dheela hi chhod diya. Chaddi nahi pehni, seedha kapde. Makeup compact khola, honth poonchhe, naya colour nahi lagaya. “Late hain. Bahut nahi.”
Main jeans ki zip ab band kar raha tha. “Bura to nahi laga?”
“Bura nahi. Bhara hua lag raha hai.” Usne mera chehra pakad kar ek chhota sa chuma. “Tumne calendar galat padha. Maine bhi. Aaj theek ho gaya.”
Darwaze par rukna
Clutch usne haath mein liya, chhatri nahi, sirf phone aur lipstick. Chappal ke bajay closed shoes, soch samajh kar. Main kitchen tak aaya, fridge ka darwaza khol kar band kiya, koi kaam nahi tha, bas kamre se nazar hatane ko.
Sonal threshold par ruk gayi. Ek pair aage, ek peeche. Uski kamar ne ek chhota sa jhatka liya, jaise seedhi yaad aa gayi ho. Usne darwaze ke frame ko apna ek haath dekar sambhala, lambi saans bhari, phir muskurai bina peeche fully ghume.
Latch ki click ne ghar ko do hisson mein kaat diya. Woh reunion ki taraf nikal gayi, aur main andekhi si garmi ke saath palang ke kone par baith gaya, jahan se shaam ab bhi neem ke through aa rahi thi.