Main Lucknow ke mohalle wale community hall ke peeche store room mein carton khol raha tha jab Savita aunty ne meri list par ungli rakh di. Bharat ke is shahar mein Holi se pehle packet ginna roz ka kaam tha, lekin uski nazar us mark par atak gayi jo maine uske naam ke saamne laga diya tha.
“Yeh star kyun hai?” usne seedha poocha. “Baaki naam ke saamne tick hai, mere saamne yeh.”
Maine kalam ghumayi. “Ginti galat ho gayi thi.”
Woh hansin nahi. “Jhoot mat bol. Tu kal bhi yahi star laga ke baitha tha. Kya soch raha hai mere baare mein?”
Uski awaaz tez thi, lekin darwaza pehle se andar se band tha kyunki pichhle hafte hawa se khul jata tha. Hum dono adult the, dono volunteer. Uski umar pachpan ke aas-paas thi, meri untees. Woh meri blood relative nahi thi. Mohalle wali Savita aunty, jo festival committee mein packets jodti thi.
Maine list neeche rakhi. “Main soch raha tha ki tumhari smile tab rukti hai jab koi tumhe madam kehta hai.”
Woh ek kadam aage aayi. “Aur isliye star?”
“Isliye ki main tumhe dekh ke kaam bhool jata hoon.”
Usne meri shirt ke button par ungli rakh di, phir hatai. “Agar yeh sirf nazar hai to bol de. Agar tu chahata hai ki main yahin rukun, to bhi bol. Main ruk sakti hoon, ja bhi sakti hoon.”
Maine uska haath pakda, dheere. “Ruko. Main chahata hoon.”
Usne meri ungliyon ko apni ungliyon mein dabaya. Itna hi. Phir usne khud apna dupatta khola aur bench par rakh diya.
Sawal Jo List Par Atak Gaya
Store room mein halki batti thi. Bahar Lucknow ki gali se cycle ki ghanti bajayi kisi ne, lekin koi andar nahi aaya. Hindustan ke is kone mein festival se pehle log courtyard mein busy the. Hum akela nahi the isliye ki kismat ne khel kiya, balki isliye ki dono ne isi slot mein packets ginne ka time liya tha.
Savita aunty ne meri belt kholi. “Jaldi mat kar. Main dekhna chahti hoon ki tu sach mein yahin hai.”
Maine uski kamar par haath rakha. Uski kamar garam thi kapde ke neeche. Usne meri nazar pakdi aur khud apni kameez ke button khole. Uske boobs bhari hui thi, bra ka hook peeche se nikal aaya jab usne meri ungli wahan le gayi.
“Choo,” usne kaha, aur maine uski nipples ko ungliyon se ghumaya. Woh siskiyi, lekin aankhen khuli rakhim. Uski aankhen geeli nahi thin, tez thin.
Maine uski skirt upar ki. Usne meri jeans kholi aur mera lund bahar nikal kar haath mein liya. Uske haath mein tightness thi, jaise woh packets gin-gin ke aadi ho.
“Itna tight kyun pakadti ho?” maine poocha.
“Kyunki tu list par star laga ke sochta hai main nahi padhti.”
Usne jhuk kar meri lund ko muh mein liya. Garam, geela, dheere. Maine uske baal pakde, lekin khincha nahi. Woh khud rhythm set karti rahi. Kabhi rukti, meri aankhon mein dekhti, phir dubara leti.
Meri saans tez ho gayi. “Aunty…”
Woh muh chhod kar boli, “Naam se bol. Savita.”
“Savita.”
Woh muskuraayi aur phir se muh mein liya, is baar gehrai se. Maine bench ki peeth pakad li. Uske kandhon par meri ungliyan pahi. Uski thighs par skirt chadhi hui thi. Maine uski chut par haath phera, kapde ke upar se, phir panty ke kinare se andar.
Woh geeli thi. Maine do ungliyan andar ki, dheere. Usne mera lund chhoda aur meri kalai pakad kar tezi maangi. “Aur.”
Maine uski chut ko ungliyon se khola, geelapan meri hatheli par faila. Usne meri shirt ke bache hue button khole aur meri chhati par muh rakh diya, kaat-si gayi halki.
Phir woh khadi hui, panty neeche ki, aur bench par let gayi. “Ab andar.”
Maine condom apni jeans ki chhoti pocket se nikaala, pehle se rakha hua, festival duty ke bahane nahi, apni aadat se. Usne dekha, sirf ek baar nod kiya. Maine lagaaya, uski thighs failayi, aur uski chut mein dheere ghusa.
Woh lambi saans bhari. “Ruk. Bas yahin.” Phir, “Ab chal.”
Maine dhakke diye. Pehle dhakke short the. Usne meri kamar pakad kar tezi badhai. Store room ki smell cardboard aur agarbatti mix thi. Uske boobs meri chhati se takrate. Maine ek nipple muh mein li, usne meri gardan kaati.
“Aur gehra,” usne kaha.
Maine uski ek taang uthayi. Uski chut ne meri lund ko kheench liya. Woh geeli awaaz aa rahi thi, sharmaane wali nahi, saaf. Maine uski clit par angutha ghumaya. Uske naakhun meri peeth par lage.
Woh boli, “Main aa rahi hoon. Mat nikal.”
Uske andar spasms aaye. Maine uski kamar dabaye rakha. Meri bhi had almost toot-si gayi, lekin maine aur kuch dhakke diye, phir uske andar hi nikal aaya, condom ke andar garam.
Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Woh meri gardan par hansin, chhoti. Maine uske maathe se paseena sapha.
Jo Pocket Mein Mil Gaya
Hum kapde pehen rahe the jab uski kameez ki pocket se ek folded chitthi giri. Maine uthayi, socha festival list ka extra page hai. Usne haath badhaya, phir ruk gayi.
“Padh le,” usne kaha. “Tu star laga raha tha, main bhi likh rahi thi.”
Maine khola. Uski handwriting thi. Upar likha tha: Aditya ko aaj mat poochna. Kal poochna. Neeche ek line aur thi, jo kaati hui thi, phir dubara likhi: Agar woh nazar nahi hataata to khud bolna.
Maine chitthi uske haath mein wapas di. Bahar se kisi ne hall ki taraf awaaz di, packets ready hain kya.
Savita aunty ne apna dupatta sahi kiya. “Tu ab list complete kar. Main courtyard mein jaati hoon.”
Maine socha main bhi packets leke nikalunga. Phir maine apni jeans ki doosri pocket check ki, jahan extra pens rakhte the. Wahan uski chitthi nahi thi. Wahan meri apni purani chitthi thi, jo maine kabhi nahi di thi, jisme sirf itna likha tha: Savita, star nahi, naam likhna hai.
Woh darwaza khol chuki thi. Maine us chitthi ko list ke saath staple nahi kiya. Maine use apni shirt ki andar wali pocket mein rakh liya aur store room ki batti band kar di.
Courtyard mein log gin rahe the. Maine unki taraf nahi badha. Main sidha hall ke side gate se nikal gaya, packets wahi chhod kar, kyunki ab meri pehli kaam list complete karna nahi tha. Pehli kaam thi woh chitthi ghar le jaana aur kal uske naam ke saamne star ki jagah pura naam likhna, uske saamne nahi, apne table par.
Savita aunty ne peeth ke peeche se nahi pukara. Maine bhi nahi muda. Lucknow ki dupahar mein dhoop tez thi, Bharat ke is shehar ki dhoop jaisi, jo peeth jalati hai jab tu galat direction mein nikalta hai. Main galat direction mein hi nikal raha tha, jaan-bujh kar.