Maine living room ke farsh par baith kar cricket bat par mustard tel malish kiya, lekin Anjali bhabhi threshold par ruki aur meri woh roz ki taiyari kaat di.
Kanpur, India ke is industrial shehar ki June wali garmi kamre mein pehle se ghuli hui thi, aur fan ki hawa sirf paseena sahlati thi.
“Bat rakh do,” unhone kaha. Awaaz mein koi mazaak nahi tha. “Mujhe abhi ek seedha jawab chahiye. Aaj ground jaoge ya yahin rahoge?”
Main uthne hi wala tha kyunki gyarah bajne mein bees minute the. Suresh bhaiyya subah saat baje factory nikal chuke the aur unhone kaha tha ki colony ke ground par bowling ke liye pahunch jaaun.
“Bhaiyya ne kaha tha main jaaun,” maine bat ko god mein dabaye rakha. Anjali bhabhi ke pallu uske kandhon se utra hua tha, chudiyan unhone mutthi mein kas kar pakad rakhi thin.
Woh meri bhabhi hain, adult aurat, ghar ki roz ki dhaari unhi ke haath mein chalti hai. Phir bhi unki aankhen aaj newspaper ya bartan par nahi, mere oily ungliyon par thi.
“Suresh overtime pe hai. Main puchh rahi hoon, devar. Roge ya nahi? Yeh kaam baad mein ho jayega. Mujhe abhi tumhara rehna chahiye.”
Maine tel ki botal side par sarka di. Jawab dene se pehle meri saans ruk si gayi, phir nikli. “Theek hai. Main yahin rahta hoon. Ground baad mein.”
Us ek haan ne turant dono cheezein palat din. Bat deewar se satti, aur jo kadam bahar ki taraf uthne wale the woh kamre ke beech aa gaye.
Anjali bhabhi ne bat uthakar almirah ke kone mein rakh di, phir farsh par mere bagal mein baith gayin. Tel ki khushbu ab unke cotton kurte ke paas bhi thi.
Unhone mera haath pakda aur apni kamar par rakh diya. Kapda patla tha, garmi mein chipka hua. Main unki nazar ka intezaar karta raha, koi zor nahi diya.
“Agar uthna ho to abhi uth jao,” unhone halke se kaha. “Main khud yahan baithi hoon.”
Maine ungliyan uski kamar par tikayi, jawab mein sirf itna diya, “Main uthne wala nahi.” Itna kaafi tha. Uske baad koi list nahi bani, koi dohraya vaada nahi hua.
Woh jhukin aur maine unke honthon ko chuma. Pehla kiss namak jaisa tha, doosra tez. Unke baal meri kalaai se chipak gaye, pallu poora khisak gaya.
Cricket Bat Wali Subah
Kurte ka pehla button unhone khud khola, doosra mere haath ne. Unki saans meri gardan par giri, garm, short. Main unhe farsh se sofa ke kinaare tak le aaya, lekin uthaye bina, ghutnon ke bal.
Salwar ki naada dheeli thi. Maine usko kheench kar neeche kiya, aur uski thighs par tel lagi hui meri hatheli phisli. Anjali bhabhi ne meri t-shirt upar utha di, chhati par muh rakh diya.
“Der se sochta hai tu,” unhone daanton ke beech kaha, phir meri belt ki buckle kholi. Short neeche gayi. Mera lund unki mutthi mein aa gaya, unhone dheere se dabaya, na koi jaldi, na koi natak.
Main unki chut par ungli pherne laga. Garam thi, geeli, aur unhone meri kalaai pakad kar apni taraf khinchi. Sofa ka kinaara unki peeth ko sahara de raha tha, fan upar se gol gol kaat raha tha.
Unhone meri gardan nicha ki, maine unki chuchiyon ko muh mein liya. Cotton blouse ab bazuon tak atka tha. Main dabaye rakha, unki kamar meri doosri baanh ke daayre mein kasti rahi.
“Andar aao,” unhone kaha, seedha, jaise chai maangti hain. Maine ghutne milaye, lund uski chut ke muh par tehra, phir dheere andar gaya.
Woh khud aage sarakin. Pehla dhakka lamha tha, doosra tez. Unki aankhen band thin, honth khule. Living room ki tile thandi thi, lekin jahan hum jude the wahan sirf garmi thi.
Maine unke kandhon ko pakda, unhone meri peeth par nakhun se lakir khinchi. Rhythm banana pada kyunki sofa peeche sarak raha tha. Main ruka, unhe god mein kheench liya, phir dubara andar gaya.
Anjali bhabhi ki awaaz dabi hui thi, darwaze ki taraf nahi, mere kandhe mein. “Yahin… aur zor se.” Maine diya. Unki thighs meri kamar ko kas rahi thin, pallu ab farsh par pada tha.
Tel ki botal pair se chhuki aur ghum kar ruk gayi. Bat deewar se satti hi rahi, jaise koi gawah jo bolta nahi. Main unki chut mein dhakke lagaata raha, kabhi gehrai, kabhi nikal kar sirf muh ragadta.
Unhone mera chehra uthaya aur khud chuma. Is baar daant bhi the. Main unki kamar pakad kar khada hua, unhe sofa ke kinaare par litaya nahi, unhe uthaya, lekin woh khud pairon par aa gayin aur mujhe andar liye rahi.
Khade khade unki peeth deewar se lagi. Picture frame hil gaya, hum dono hans diye, daba hua. Phir dhakka wapas aa gaya. Unki saans meri saans se takra rahi thi.
Main unki chut ki geelakhat mehsoos karta raha, apna lund poora andar, nikalta, phir poora. Unhone meri gaand par haath rakh kar mujhe aur paas khincha. Koi film wala dialogue nahi, sirf saans aur kapdon ki ragar.
Tabhi gali wali window se awaaz aayi, saaf, nazdeek.
“Anjali beti, namak hai kya? Mera dabba khatam ho gaya!”
Window Ke Baad Palta Faisla
Hum dono jaise freeze ho gaye. Mera lund abhi andar tha, unki ungliyan meri gardan par. Window aadhi khuli thi, parda halka, Kamla mausi ka silhoutte bahar ke chhajje par.
Pehle wala irada tha ki sofa par hi dheere dheere khatam karein. Woh irada tuta. Anjali bhabhi ne meri chhati dhakka di, khud sarakin, pallu uthaya, aur kanpheete se kaha, “Ab yahan nahi. Window se dikhega. Peeche aa.”
Maine short thodi si uthayi, unhone curtain kheench kar jyada gira diya. Hum sofa ke peeche, dining table aur almirah ke beech ke kone mein chale gaye, jahan gali se nazar nahi padti.
“Ek minute, mausi, nikal rahi hoon,” Anjali bhabhi ne uchi awaaz mein kaha, lekin namak lene nahi gayin. Unhone meri kalaai pakdi. “Jaldi. Phir main khidki pe jaungi. Abhi mat nikalna bahar.”
Naya faisla yahi tha. Na woh lambe farsh wale milaap ka jaari rakhna, na meri taraf se ground nikalne ki bachi hui koshish. Koneddar andhere mein unhone salwar ek taang se utar kar meri kamar se chipak gayin.
Maine unhe table ke kinaare se uthaya, unki ek taang meri kamar pe. Lund uski chut mein wapas ghusa, is baar tez, chhota safar. Unhone muh mere t-shirt ke kapde mein daba liya taaki awaaz bahar na jaaye.
Kamla mausi ne dubara pukara, “Suno, koi hai kya?” Anjali bhabhi ne meri peeth thapthapai, ishara kiya ki rukna nahi, bas dabi awaaz. Maine dhakke jaari rakhe, unki thighs kaap rahi thin.
“Bas nikal ke rakh doongi,” unhone khidki ki taraf munh karke chillaya, phir turant meri taraf laut kar kaan mein, “Abhi mat chhodo. Andar hi…”
Main unki chut ki pakad mehsoos karta raha. Koneddar jagah mein sirf do log, do adult, aur ek adhuri bowling jo bahar wait kar rahi thi. Unke baal mere muh pe aaye, main unhe kaan ke peeche sara diya.
Unhone apna ek haath neeche le jaakar khud ko ragda, meri raftar ke saath. Main unke kandhon ko table se bachata raha, picture dubara na gire. Paseena se meri gardan chhalni thi, unki bhi.
“Aman…” pehli baar unhone mera naam itna neeche kaha. Main gehrai tak gaya, unki chut ne kas liya. Unki saans atki, phir lambi saans nikal kar unhone meri kamar pakad li.
Main bhi nahi ruka. Dhakka tez hua, phir ek last dhakka, aur main unke andar hi nikal gaya, daanton ko unke kurte mein gadayein. Woh meri peeth par jhukin, kapdon ke neeche kaapti rahi, phir dheere dheere still ho gayin.
Kuch second aise hi. Fan ki kat-kat. Bahar mausi ke chappal ke awaaz hatne lagi, shayad doosre ghar ki taraf.
Anjali bhabhi ne mujhe dhakka diya, is baar narm. Salwar uthayi, pallu theek kiya, chudiyan jo farsh par gir chuki thin unhe uthaya. Maine short chadhi, t-shirt neeche ki.
Woh namak ka dabba kitchen counter se lati hui seedha window ke parda ke kinaare tak gayin, sirf haath bahar kiya. “Lo mausi, yeh raha. Aaj der ho gayi.” Bahar shukriya chhota sa, phir khidki band.
Kamre mein wapas aakar unhone mujhe bat ki taraf ishara kiya. “Ab jao. Time nikal gaya. Jo hona tha ho gaya.”
Maine tel ki botal band ki, haath kapde se ponchhe. Unki aankhen ab pehle jaisi seedhi thin, lekin honth ab bhi suje. Koi lambi baat nahi hui, koi kal wala naqsha nahi bana.
Bharat ke is garm Sunday ko colony ke ground par koi meri bowling ka intezaar karta na dikha, yeh soch ke main joota pehne laga. Kanpur ki gali se hi cycle ki ghanti bajayi kisi ladke ne, door, bekaar si.
Anjali bhabhi darwaze tak aayi, pallu ab kandhe par sahi. Maine kundi pakdi. Ordinary nikalna yahi hota hai, roz ka, sirf time late.
Bat uthate hi meri nazar neeche gayi. Jo tennis ball kit ke saath rehti thi, woh mere haath mein nahi thi. Unhone use apne pallu ke kone mein daba rakha tha, mutthi band, jaise koi chhoti cheez jo ghar ke andar rehni thi.
Main gate se nikal gaya. Unhone kundi andar se lagayi, ball ab bhi unke haath mein.