“Sneha, ab toh Ranchi mein hi ho na? Koi Delhi wala rishta nahi chala?” Aunty ki woh line dining table ke upar se aayi, aur salad ke kante ne meri ungli chhil di.
Sneha mere bagal mein khadi thi, cream kurta aur churidar mein, dupatta ek kandhe par. Uski aankhen mere blue shirt ke collar par atak kar uthin. Last December ke baad humne seedha dekhna bhi kam kiya tha, lekin aaj is ghar ke lunch ne humein ek hi line mein khada kar diya.
Ranchi ki is gali mein dhoop itni tez thi ki India ke is purbi hisse ki garmi kapdon ke andar tak aa rahi thi. Pankha ghoom raha tha, phir bhi meri gardan geeli thi, aur namak ki khushbu thaliyon se uth rahi thi.
Host uncle ne haath uthaya. “Harsh, tum aur Sneha late guests ko rok lena. Cake ke liye hall sajaa rahe hain. Guest room ke paas khade raho, wahan shor kam hai.” Yeh hamari zimmedari thi, isliye maine plate rakh di aur peeche hat gaya.
Corridor mein AC ki thandi hawa thi. Sneha mere kadam ke saath chali, chappal ki awaaz dheemi thi. Bachche hall se daudte nikal gaye, ek gend seene se takrai, phir woh dono kitchen ki taraf bhag gaye.
“Tumne mujhe bataaya nahi,” usne dheere kaha. “Delhi wala rishta kabhi tha hi nahi. Doosri Sneha ki baat thi colony mein. Tumne usko meri kahani bana liya.”
Guest room ka darwaza adhkhula tha. Hum andar gaye kyunki bahar se ek aur bacha chillaya aur main nahi chahta tha yeh jhagda poori family ke saamne ho. Darwaza peeche se lag gaya, lock nahi pada, sirf wood ki patti mili.
Jo baat pehle adhuri reh gayi
Kamre mein ek double bed, beige chadar, aur khidki par half-drawn curtain tha. Bahar se thaliyan aur hasi aa rahi thi, lekin yahan humein alag khamoshi mili. Sneha ne dupatta kursi par daala, phir meri taraf mudhi.
“December mein terrace par tum ruk gaye. Tumne kaha shaadi ki baat chal rahi hai, isliye haath nahi lagaoge. Mujhe laga tum bahana bana rahe ho.” Uski awaaz mein gussa kam, thakaan zyada thi.
Maine gardan khujlai. “Mera cousin galat naam le aaya tha. Main nahi chahta tha ki koi ladki rishton ke beech fas jaye. Tumhe mana karna meri nafrat nahi thi.”
Woh ek kadam aage aayi. Cream kurta ki silwat uski kamar par padi thi. “Ab aunty ne sabke saamne bol diya. Main yahin hoon, Ranchi mein. Main chahti hoon. Ab bahane mat banana.”
Maine sir hilaya aur uska haath pakad liya. Itna kaafi tha. Uski ungliyan meri ungliyon ke beech aa gayin, aur usne pehle mujhe chuma, phir mere honth pe dabav badhaya.
Woh kiss tez nahi, bhookha tha. Meri jeebh uske daanton se takrai, uski saans meri saans se mil gayi. Blue shirt ke pehle do button uski ungliyon ne khol diye, aur uski hatheli meri chhati par ruki, jahan dhadkan tez thi.
Main uski kamar par haath rakhta, kurta ke kapde ko upar sarkaata, aur uski skin garam mili. Sneha ne aankh band kiye bina kaha, “Jaldi karo, cake late hai par late nahi rahega.” Phir hasi ruk gayi jab maine uske gale par munh rakha.
Kurta sir ke upar nikalte waqt uske baal bikhar gaye. Cream blouse andar se tight tha, cups mein uske chuche ubhar rahe the. Blouse ke hook peeche se khule, aur mere munh ne pehle left, phir right nipple ko geela kiya. Woh peeth se diwar ki taraf nahi, bed ke kinare ki taraf hati, jaise pairon ko jagah chahiye ho.
Churidar ki naada maine kholi, kapda ghutnon tak utra. Uski thighs par meri hatheli phisli, aur panty ke kinaare par gila pan pehle ungli ko mil gaya. Sneha ne meri belt pakdi, jeans ka button khola, zipper neeche kiya. Mera lund kapde ke andar se tight tha, phir underwear ke upar se uski mutthi ne dabaya.
“Itna der se sochta raha,” usne kaha, awaaz kaan ke paas. Underwear bhi neeche gayi. Hum dono kapdon ke dher ke beech nange nahi hue ek saath; pehle meri jeans pairon par atki, maine unhe latka kar dur kicke, phir uski panty ko takne se utara.
Bed par woh let gayi, pair khule. Uski chut geeli thi, baal trim the, gulabi maas chamak raha tha. Maine ghutnon ke bal baith kar jeebh lagayi, upar se neeche, phir clit par ghumaya. Uski ungliyon ne mere baal pakde, kamzor khench. “Harsh, wahi… haan.”
Do ungliyan andar gayin, dheere, kyunki pehli dafa nahi tha lekin der baad tha. Uski chut ne dabaaya, geela awaaz chhoti thi, lunch ke shor ne daba di. Main choosta raha, ungliyan andar bahar, uski kamar uth kar meri jeebh se mili. Uski saans phooli, pet kasa, phir ek kamp se usne meri gardan dabaayi.
Uth kar maine uske honth chume taaki woh khud ka maza chakh le. Sneha ne mera lund pakad kar muh mein liya, honth geele, jeebh neeche se upar. Sirf kuch dhakke, kyunki uski aankhen upar uthin jaise bol rahi hon bas. Maine uske baal hataye, zyada gehra nahi dhaka, uski gala ki harkat dekh kar khud ko rokna pada.
Woh peeth ke bal se kati par aayi, mere lund ko apni chut ke muh par raga. “Andar. Ab.” Main ghusa, pehla dhakka lamha ruk kar, kyunki tight thi aur dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Phir pura andar, uski thighs meri kamar ko lapet gayin.
Thrust pehle lambe the, bed ki paaye halki awaaz karti. Uski chut ne har baar nikaalte hue kheencha. Maine uske chuche dabaye, munh ek par, haath doosre par. Sneha ke nakhun meri peeth par chhale nahi, sirf linein. “Aur tez,” usne kaha, aur main tez ho gaya, chader silwaton mein jam gayi.
Position badli kyunki meri kalai thakne lagi. Woh upar baithi, pairon ko bed par jamaya, aur khud utar kar chadhne lagi. Uski kamar ghoomi, chut ne lund ko ghera, uske chuche meri chhati se takraate. Main uski gaand par haath rakh kar uthan sambhalta, uski wetness meri janghon tak behne lagi.
Khidki se dhup ki ek patti uske pet par padi thi. Bahar koi hasa, andar uski siski kat gayi. Maine uske honth band kiye nahi, sirf apna munh uske gale par rakha taaki awaaz meri skin mein samaye. Uski chut aur bhi geeli hui, dhakke gehre.
Neeche karke maine uske pair uthaye, ek taang kandhe ke paas. Is kone se andar zyada gahra laga, uski aankhen badi huin. “Wahan… mat rukna.” Maine nahi ruka. Palang ki takiya kinare se giri, uske baal us par fail gaye. Meri ungli uski clit par gol, lund ke saath timing milati rahi.
Paseena uski gardan se collarbone tak tha, mere seene se uske pet tak. Bharat ke chhote shehron mein aise ghar ke lunch kabhi time par khatam nahi hote, lekin is kamre ka waqt alag chal raha tha. Uski thighs kaanp rahi thin, andar ki pakad barh rahi thi.
“Main girne wali hoon,” usne kaha, aur uski chut ne daba kar chhodna shuru kiya, geele jhatke, pet ki lehrein. Maine uski kamar pakad kar dhakke jaari rakhe jab tak uska kamp baith na jaye. Phir apni bhi limit aayi, lund sakht, nichod. Bahar nikalne ki jagah nahi sochi, andar hi chhod diya, garam, lamba, uski chut ke andar bharte hue.
Kuch second hum aise hi rahe, meri peshani uske kande par, dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Lund dheela hua to main nikal aaya, safed dhaar uski thighs par behi. Sneha ne haath se ponchha nahi, sirf meri chhati par apna sar rakh diya, jaise clock ko rokna ho.
Kapde dhoondte waqt meri jeans pehle mili, phir uski panty bed ke neeche se. Blouse ke hook usne khud lagaye, ungliyan ab bhi kamp rahi thin. Cream kurta sir ke upar se utri to uske baal aur bikhar gaye. Dupatta kursi par waisa hi pada tha.
Cake se pehle jo khul gaya
Shirt pehnte hue maine galat sleeve pehle daal diya, phir theek kiya. Button ek chhoot gaya. Sneha ne churidar khincha, naada bandhi, aaine ke saamne bindi theek ki. Uski aankhen meri taraf aain, is baar sharm kam, hisaab zyada.
“Tum vote of thanks dene wale the,” usne yaad dilaya. Bahar se uncle ki awaaz aayi, kisi ko Harsh bula raha tha, cake ke liye log jam rahe the. Khidki se hall ka hissa dikha, phone uthaye hue log, ribbon abhi bhi table par pada.
Aaine mein meri collar par uska light lipstick ka daag tha, chhota, laal. Main kapde se ponchhne laga, daag aur faila. Sneha ne apna rumal diya, lekin kapda geela tha paseene se, daag chhupa nahi.
Darwaze ke bahar se phir knock hui. “Bhaiya, cake cut ho raha hai, aapko bula rahe hain!” Host ke bete ki awaaz thi. Sneha ne meri taraf dekha, jaise pooch rahi ho chalun ya ruku.
Maine rumal collarbone par dabaaye rakha. Dining hall mein jaana ab possible nahi tha, na is daag ke saath, na is saans ke saath. Vote of thanks meri zabaan par pehle se likha tha, ab woh linein bikhar chuki thin.
Sneha ne dupatta uthaya, kandhe par daala, darwaza thoda khola aur bahar kaha, “Main aa rahi hoon, Harsh ko call aa gaya.” Jhoot chhota tha, lekin kaam ka. Woh nikal gayi, chappal ki awaaz corridor mein mil gayi lunch ke shor se.
Kamre mein main akela bacha, shirt ke teesre button ab bhi khula. Khidki se cake ki roshni dikhi, log jama hue, Sneha unke kinare khadi ho gayi, muskurahat wapas pehn li jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Mera plan tha unke peeche ja kar bhi khada ho jana. Collar ne rok diya. Main guest room se ulti taraf nikla, aangan ke raste, jahan mochi ke bartan dhule pade the aur ek kutta soya tha. Peechhe ke gate ki chhitkhani maine uthayi, dhoop phir se munh par padi.
Scooter stand par meri gaadi dhoop mein garam thi. Helmet uthaya, key nahi dhoondhi kyunki key pantaloon ki jeb mein pehle se thi, sirf start nahi kiya. Gate ke bahar gali ki dhool udi, koi padosi poochne aaya toh maine haath uthaya ki jaldi hoon.
Hall mein meri jagah khaali rehni thi, thanks kisi aur ke muh se nikalna tha. Main gate ke bahar kadam rakhta, garmi wapas India ke is kone ki tarah chipak rahi thi, aur meri ungli ab bhi salad ke katne se jalan si rakh rahi thi.