“Yeh haath dhakka nahi de raha,” Charu ne meri kalaai pakad kar kaha. Plaster copy ke upar meri ungliyan ruk gayin. Annex ke dhundhle kone mein uski aankhen mere chehre par tik gayin.
Khajuraho ke mandir kshetra ke peeche wale chhote conservation annex mein dopahar dhal rahi thi. Bharat ke is praacheen nagri mein tourist line sookh chuki thi. Hum dono ko sirf itna karna tha ki mithuna panel ki copy par haath, kamar aur muh ka order bol kar match karein.
Lantern table ke kone par rakhi thi kyunki shutter band the aur bijli kam thi. Charu ke baal guchhe mein bandhe the. Cream dupatta uske kandhon se slip ho raha tha. Cotton shirt ke do button khule rakh kar main poses bolta raha, jaise yeh koi hisab ho.
Maine kaha, “Aurat ka haath mard ki chhati par rokne ke liye hai.”
Charu ki awaaz mein hansi nahi thi. Uski ungli plaster aurat ki thighs ki line par ruki.
“Niyam kahan likha hai, Devansh? Yeh toh khinch rahi hai. Angutha andar ki taraf muda hua hai.”
Maine zid ki, “Field mein hum thande rehte hain. Warna nazar bigad jaati hai.”
“Tum thande nahi ho.” Dupatta sirf kandhe par thehra. “Tum meri gardan dekh rahe ho, panel nahi.”
Teen poses aur boli gayin. Har baar main aurat ko hatane wali bataata, mard ko niyam se chalne wala. Uska gussa pehle kaam ka laga, phir uski saans tez hui.
Hindustan ki praacheen kala mein mithuna ko shastra ka hissa kaha jata hai, lekin Charu ke liye pathar bhi deh thi. Main uski baat kaat raha tha kyunki uski kameez ki slit se gardan nazar aa rahi thi.
Table par khadi hokar usne mera kalam hata diya. “Phir se bol. Aurat kya kar rahi hai?”
“Woh rok rahi hai.”
Plaster ke hips par uski hatheli rakh kar Charu ne sir uthaya. Contradiction saaf thi. Pathar ki aurat khinch rahi thi, meri zubaan dhakka bol rahi thi.
Murtiyon ke beech uska sawal ruk nahi saka
“Devansh, tum patthar se darte ho ya mujhse?” sawal seedha aaya. “Agar yeh iccha hai to bol. Chup karke mat mar.”
Meri gardan garam ho gayi. “Main darta nahi. Main sirf yeh nahi chahta ki tu soch ki main tujhe dekh kar bigad raha hoon.”
Charu ek kadam aage aayi. Uski aankhen nahi hati. “Bigadna nahi. Main pooch rahi hoon, tu mujhe chahta hai ya nahi.”
Muh sukha hua. “Chahta hoon.”
Usne apna dupatta table par daal diya. “Toh haath ab niyam se mat rakh. Main bhi yahi chahti hoon. Abhi. Yahan se mat bhago.”
Uske kareeb gaya. Uska muh mere muh ke paas aaya, aur pehla chuma halka nahi tha. Uske honth meri honth ke beech aa gaye, uski saans meri saans se mil gayi.
Lantern ki lo peeth par kaanp rahi thi. Charu ke haathon ne meri shirt ke baaki button khole. Main uski kameez ki slit se uski kamar tak gaya, aur uski kamar garam thi.
Kamre ki khidki band
Khidki ki kundi usne mazboot kar di taaki koi shadow bahar na dekh le. Phir meri belt ki taraf badi, jaise panel ka order ab uske haath mein ho.
Belt khuli to trousers dheele ho gaye. Charu ki hatheli meri pet par ruki, phir neeche sarki. Mera lund kapde ke andar kasa tha, aur usne usko bahar nahi nikala, pehle sirf dabaye rakha.
“Yeh bhi pathar jaisa nahi,” usne kaha, awaaz dheemi. “Yeh garam hai.”
Kameez ke neeche meri ungliyan uski peeth par phirine lagin. Naap ke kapde the, pasine se chipak rahe the. Usne khud kameez upar utha kar nikaali, salwar ki naada kholi, aur light green kapde table ke kinare gir gaye. Cream dupatta pehle se pada tha. Woh khadi rahi, nangi, lantern ki lo uske stan par kaat rahi thi.
Main bhi nanga ho gaya, chappal kinare, shirt kursi par. Hum akele the, annex ke bahar koi awaaz nahi thi. Charu ne mera haath uthaya aur apne stan par rakh diya, bilkul usi jagah jahan plaster mard ka haath tha.
“Ab order sahi kar,” usne kaha. “Yahan daba, yahan nahi.”
Uski chuchi meri ungli ke neeche kadi ho gayi. Maine muh jhuka kar choosa, halke se pehle, phir tez. Uski ungliyan mere baal mein ghusin. Uski saans meri kaan ke paas tuti, aur usne mera sar aur pass khinch liya.
Table ke kinare uski thighs khulin. Maine ghutne tek diye. Uski chut geeli thi, baalon ke beech chamak rahi thi. Meri zabaan uski fold par lagi to usne mere kandhon dabaaye, itna ki lantern ki lo hil gayi.
“Devansh… wahi… angutha andar.”
Maine uski baat maani. Meri zabaan aur ungli mil kar uski chut ko kholti rahi. Woh table se nahi hili, sirf hips aage kiye. Uska ek haath mere sar par, doosra apni thighs ko aur kholte hue.
Thodi der baad usne mera muh uthaya. “Charpai. Yahan meri kammar kategi.”
Annex ke kone mein purani charpai padi thi, field wale dopahar ko lette the. Charu pehle let gayi, pair khule, ek taang thodi si mooth. Main uske upar aaya, mera lund uski chut ke muh par tika.
Usne khud pakad kar andar liya. Andar geela aur tight tha. Pehla dhakka dheema tha kyunki uski aankhen meri aankhon par thi, jaise phir se pooch rahi ho. Maine jawab dhakke se diya, shabd se nahi.
Uski kamar mere haath mein aayi. Main usko uthata, giraata, uski thighs meri kamar se lipat gayin. Charpai ki rassi ne awaaz di, lantern ne hamari parchaaiyan badi kar din. Uski chuchiyan meri chhati se ragar kha rahi thin.
“Bol ab,” Charu ne saans ke beech kaha. “Rok rahi hoon ya khinch rahi hoon?”
“Khinch rahi ho.” Meri awaaz toot gayi. “Tu khinch rahi hai.”
Usne hans diya, woh hansi ghamandi nahi, raahat wali thi. Phir usne mujhe palat diya. Main let gaya, woh mera lund par baithi, apna haath apni chut par rakh kar pace khud pakdi. Uski thighs mere sides par kasi thin. Har baithak par uski chut meri jadh tak aa jati.
Lantern ki lo uske baal ke guchhe ko sona karti. Maine uske stan pakde, uski kamar pakdi, uske kandhon tak gaya. Woh jhuk kar mujhe chumi, zabaan meri zabaan ke saath. Uski geeli chut mera lund ko nichod rahi thi.
Thakan se pehle garmi aayi. Maine uski hips pakad kar upar se dhakke diye, is baar tez. Charpai sarakne lagi. Charu ne meri kalai dabaaye rakhi, nails andar, aur uski awaaz dabi hui nikalne lagi, jaise shutter ke bahar koi na sun le.
Uski chut lapak kar baith gayi, body kaanp uthi, aur uski saans ek lambi saans ban kar toot gayi. Geela aur tez ho gaya. Maine bhi nahi rok, do teen dhakke aur, phir bahar nikal kar uski pet par giraya. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.
Woh meri chhati par gir gayi, paseena saaf kiye baghair. Meri ungliyan uski peeth par dheemi ho gayin. Plaster copy table par ab bhi khadi thi, aurat ka haath wahi khincha hua.
Charpai ke kinare baith kar maine usi khinchi hui ungli ko dekha. Ab order saaf tha. Iccha thi, rok nahi. Charu ne mera kaan ke paas muh rakh kar sirf itna kaha, “Ab jhoot mat bolna pathar ke upar.”
Main hans diya, awaaz thak kar. Uski aankhen band thin, lekin muh par sukoon tha. Hum thodi der aise hi rahe, lantern ki lo chhoti hoti gayi, jaise tel kam ho.
Lantern ke saath woh chali gayi
Charu uth kar salwar pehni, kameez slip ki, naada bandhi. Dupatta bahein par daala, guchha thik kiya. Kapde pehle jaisi nahi lag rahe the, lekin kaam ke kapde hi the.
Lantern uthayi. Darwaza khola. Lo uske saath bahar chali gayi. Andhera table tak aa gaya. Maine usi andhere mein pathar ke haath ko sahi jagah par phera.