Pallavi ke gale se locket gayab tha, aur uski ungliyan mere shirt ke doosre button par atak gayi thi. Neeche clubhouse se dholak ki aahat aa rahi thi, jaise poori colony wait kar rahi ho.
“Yeh ulta pad raha hai,” usne kaha, lekin nazar button par kam, mere gale par zyada thi.
Maine uska haath pakad liya. “Pallavi, locket kahan hai?”
“Box mein. Aaj nahi pehnungi.” Uski awaaz mein wahi sardi thi jo Holi ke baad se chipki hui thi. Us din humne ek doosre se kaha tha ki line nahi cross hogi. Tab se har mulaqat nakli doori par tikti rahi.
Hindustan ke is purbi shehar mein aaj shaam waisi hi thi jaisi chhoti colonies mein hota hai, jab har ghar se log nikal aate hain. Ranchi ki is society ne sanskritik sandhya rakhi thi, aur hum dono ne secretary ko pehle hi haan bol di thi. Mithai ki thali kitchen counter par thi. Dupatta sofa par pada tha.
Pallavi cream kurta mein thi, churidar tight, baal khule. “Hum late ho jayenge,” maine kaha.
“Late hone do.” Usne doosra button bhi khol diya. “Tumhe lagta hai main ab bhi wahi baat dohrana chahti hoon?”
Locket ke bina taiyari
Shirt ke neeche uski ungliyan ruk gayi. Main bola, “Tumne kaha tha door raho. Main samjha tumhe main nahi chahiye.”
Pallavi ne sir uthaya. Uski aankhen gusse mein nahi, thakan mein thi. “Main samjhi thi tum Dussehra ke baad shehar chhod doge. Waada dar se tha, nafrat se nahi.”
Neeche dholak tez hui. Koi microphones check kar raha tha. Hum dono living room ke sheeshe ke saamne the, aur sheeshe ne woh chehre dikhaye jo mahino se chhup rahe the.
“Main gaya hi nahi,” maine kaha. “Offer reject kiya. Tumhe bataya nahi kyunki tumne pehle hi line kheench di thi.”
Pallavi hans di. Woh hansna chhota tha, kadwa nahi. “Toh hum log society ke saamne ek jodi ban kar ja rahe hain, aur andar se do anjaan?”
“Anjaan nahi.” Maine uski kamar par haath rakha. Kurta ke kapde ke neeche garmi thi. “Sirf daraye hue.”
Usne mera haath nahi hataya. “Aditya, agar yeh ab bhi wahi nakli doori hai to button band karo. Thali uthao. Neeche chalo.”
Main ruk gaya. “Agar tum rukna chaho to abhi bolo.”
“Abhi mat ruko,” Pallavi ne kaha, aur pehla button khud khol diya.
Uski ungliyan meri shirt ke andar gayi, seene par, phir neeche. Main uske baal peche kiye, uski gardan par muh rakha. Uski saans meri khal par padi. Kurta ka zip piche se halka sa atka, phir khul gaya. Cream kapda kandhon se fisalne laga.
Hum sofa tak lahak ke pahunche. Dupatta pehle se wahan pada tha, ab kurta uske upar gir gaya. Pallavi ke bra ka strap ek kandhe se utra. Maine chuma uske collarbone ko, phir neeche. Woh peeche ko jhuki, meri patlun ki belt pakad kar khinchi.
“Yeh dheere nahi hoga,” usne kaha. “Mahine kat gaye is soch mein ki tum jaoge.”
Patlun khuli. Main uski churidar ki nadi ke saath utra, ghutnon tak, phir poori. Uski thighs par meri hatheli ruki. Pallavi ne meri underwear ke elastic ko khincha, mera lund uski mutthi mein aaya, garam, tight. Usne halke se masla, jaise confirm kar rahi ho ki yeh bhi waade ke saath nahi rukega.
Sheeshe mein hum dono dikh rahe the, adhkhule kapdon mein. Neeche koi geet start hua, crowd ki thapkiyan aayi. Upar living room mein sirf hamari saans thi.
Jo baat pehle atak gayi
Pallavi sofa par let gayi, ek taang floor par, doosri mere kamar ke peeche. Maine bra khola. Uske breasts par muh rakhte hi uski ungliyan mere baal mein cas gayi. Main neeche gaya, pet par, phir uski panty ke kinare par. Geelapan pehle se tha. Panty ko side karke maine jeebh di, uski chut ke upar, dheere, phir tez.
Pallavi ki awaaz dabi. “Wahan… haan.” Uski kamar uth ti aur girti. Maine do ungliyan andar ki, geeli, garam, aur jeebh clit par rakhi. Woh meri kalai pakad kar khinchi, jaise aur chahiye, phir chhod di jab saans bigad gayi.
Main uth kar khada hua, wallet nahi, balki Pallavi ke side table ke chhote drawer se packet nikala. Usne pehle hi wahan rakha tha, aaj se nahi, pehle se. Packet khola. Condom pehnaya. Pallavi ne dekha aur sir se ishara kiya, andar aao.
Main uski taangon ke beech jhuka. Lund uski chut ke muh par ruka. Pallavi ne apna ek haath neeche bheja, mujhe guide kiya. Andar jaate hi dono ki saansein ruk si gayi. Uski chut ne pakda, garam, tight. Main ruk kar uski aankhen dekhi. Woh nod ki.
Pehla dhakka gehrai tak gaya. Pallavi ne mere kandhe kaat liye. Doosra dhakka uski kamar ko sofa ke cushion mein dhasa gaya. Hum ek rhythm par aaye jo dholak se nahi milta tha, bas hamari saanson se. Main uske gale par muh rakhe choda, kabhi dheere, kabhi zor se, jab uski taangein meri kamar par kasti thin.
“Aur andar,” Pallavi ne kaha, awaaz tuti hui. Maine uski thighs uthayi, angle badla. Har dhakke par uski chut se geeli awaaz aati. Sofa ki taangein halki si khisak ti. Sheeshe mein meri peeth dikh rahi thi, uske khule baal, uski uth ti kamar.
Pallavi ne peeche se meri gardan pakdi. “Upar. Main.” Hum ghume. Woh meri god mein baithi, condom ke upar, aur khud utri. Uski chut ne pura lund le liya. Kurta ab kamar tak atka tha, breasts mere muh ke saamne. Main unhe chat ta raha, kaat ta raha, jab woh upar neeche hui.
Uski ungliyan mere seene par tikin. Pallavi ki aankhen band thin, phir khulin. “Holi wale din bhi yahi chahiye tha,” usne kaha, saans ke beech. “Sirf main dar gayi thi.”
Main uski kamar pakad kar uthaya, neeche laya. Har baar woh tez baithi. Mera lund uske andar palat ta. Pallavi ki awaaz ab dabi nahi rahi, ek do dafa nikal gayi, phir usne apna haath muh par rakh liya, neeche crowd yaad karke. Main uska haath hata kar uske honth chume, awaaz ko andar hi piya.
Woh kamp i. Uski chut ne baar baar kasa. Main uske clit par angutha ghumata raha jab tak uski taangein kas nahi gayi, jab tak uski saans ek lambi saans ban kar toot nahi gayi. Pallavi mere kandhe par gir i, geeli, kamp ti. Main uske andar hi tha, condom ke saath, ab khud ki raftaar se.
Usne kaan ke paas kaha, “Nikaalo mat. Abhi.” Maine uski kamar dabaye rakha, dhakke gehre kiye. Pallavi ki chut ab bahut geeli thi, har movement par slippery. Main uske baal peche se pakad kar uthaya, uski aankhen dekhin, phir jhad gaya, condom ke andar, lambe khinche hue dhakkon ke saath.
Kuch pal hum aise hi rahe, chipke. Neeche koi speech shuru hui, secretary ka naam announce hua. Pallavi meri gardan se uthi. Uski aankhen nam thin, lekin rone wali nahi.
Bharat ke chhote shehron ki yeh aadat hai ki ghar ke bahar utsav chal ta rahe, aur andar log apni baat nikal lein. Hum dono ne wahi kiya, bina bheed ke, bina platform ke.
Main nikal aaya. Condom utar kar tissue mein bandha, side table ke kude dani mein dala. Pallavi sofa par baithi rahi, taangein mili hui, saans sambhalti. Maine uska kurta uthaya, uske kandhon par dala. Usne khud bra nahi pehna pehle, pehle meri shirt ke buttons seedhe kiye, jaise shuruat ka ulat kaam wapas kar rahi ho.
“Ab yeh waada nahi chahiye,” usne kaha, seedhe, bina natak ke. “Jo dar tha, woh jhootha nikla.”
Main uski churidar uthakar uske pairon ke paas rakh di. Pallavi khadi hui, kapde pehne, baal bandhe, dupatta uthaya. Sheeshe mein ab woh aurat dikhi jo neeche jana hi wali thi, bas honth thode suje the, gale par halka nishan tha.
Maine apni patlun pehni, belt kasi, shirt tuck ki. Locket wahi box mein pada raha. Pallavi ne uthaya nahi. Kitchen counter se mithai ki thali li, do kadam chali, phir ruki.
Clubhouse ki taraf kadam
Darwaze par usne kaha, “Secretary ko lagta hai hum pehle se settle hain. Aaj jhooth kam hai.”
Main uske peeche joota pehen kar aaya. Thali uske haath mein thi, mera haath uski kamar par, kapde ke upar, bas itna ke lift tak koi poochhe to jawab ho. Pallavi ne ghanti nahi bajayi, lock andar se ghumaya, corridor ki roshni mein nikal gayi.
Neeche dholak phir uthi. Hum seedhiyon se utre, do floor, bina baat kiye. Clubhouse ke darwaze par light strips jhool rahi thin. Pallavi ne thali aage ki, muskurahat wohi rakhi jo society ke liye chahiye thi. Main uske bagal mein khada raha, shirt ke andar ab bhi uski ungliyon ki yaad, lekin pair clubhouse ke andar.
Secretary ne dekha, haath hilaya, “Aao, late ho gaye.” Pallavi andar ghusi, thali mez par rakh di. Main peeche gaya. Jo baat upar toot i thi, uska nishan kapdon ke neeche tha, aur rasta ab sirf yeh tha ki shaam ko logon ke beech khade raho, phir ghar wapas.