Adhura jhagda darwaze ke paas
“Nikal jao, Sahil. Abhi.” Neelam bhabhi ne pallu ko apne kandhe par kheenchte hue kaha. Uski awaaz hall ke pankhe se takraayi, aur subah se jo jhagda adhura pada tha, woh darwaze ke paas aa kar khada ho gaya.
Latch thanda tha. Nashik ki purani colony ke is ghar mein raat ke nau baj chuke the, aur gali se kisi scooter ki speed ki awaaz kaat kar nikal gayi. Uski aankhen laal thi. Honth kaampe. Pallu uske kandhon se baar baar fislata, aur har baar woh use wapas kheench leti.
“Harsh bhai do din ke liye bahar hain, iska matlab yeh nahi ki tum mere saamne yun ghumte raho,” usne kaha. “Tum devar ho. Itna dekhna band karo. Main is nakli izzat se thak gayi hoon.”
Yeh sirf ek shehar ka takrar nahi tha. Bharat ke kitne hi gharo mein bhabhi shabd ek deewar ban jata hai. Us deewar ko aur nahi sahna tha, chahe uske baad yahi ghar chhodna pade.
“Main ghurta nahi.” Awaaz sookhi nikli. “Main dekhta hoon tum khana thanda chhod deti ho. TV ke saamne so jaati ho. Phir kehti ho nikal jao. Agar nikalna hai to seedha bolo, jhooth ki deewar mat khadi karo.”
Neelam bhabhi ke kadam aage aaye, ruk gaye, phir aage. Uski saans tez chali. “Colony wali kal pooch rahi thi, devar itne din kyun tika hai. Main kya muh dikhaun? Tumhe yahan rakhne ka koi matlab nahi bacha.”
Latch ke neeche sarsarahat hui. Bahar zindagi seedhi thi. Andar yeh aurat thi jise saalon se sirf bhabhi keh kar taal diya gaya tha. Pair palat sakte the. Palte nahi.
“To main nikalta hoon. Yahi maang rahi ho tum.”
Usne haan nahi kaha. Khamoshi ne hall ko chhota kar diya. Uski nili cotton saree ki silwat uski kamar par atki thi. Blouse ka hook upar se ek daant khula pada tha, jhagde ki harkat se.
“Nikalte ho to nikal jao.” Awaaz dheemi pad gayi. “Lekin yeh mat kehna maine nahi roka. Maine roka tha. Tumne suna nahi. Ab rokun to log kya kahenge, yahi darr khada hai.”
Adhuri baat yahin atki. Latch chhoot gaya. Do kadam uske kareeb aa gaye. “Main rukta hoon. Is baar baat poori ho. Phir jo karna hai karna.”
Uski aankhen meri taraf atki. Andar koi doosri awaaz nahi thi. Hindustan ke is garm mahine mein paseena gardan par behne laga, lekin hatheli ab bhi khali thi, uske kareeb.
Jo darmiyan toot gaya
Neelam bhabhi ne mera kalaai pakda aur hatheli ko apni kamar par rakh diya. Pallu gir gaya. “Agar rukna hai to chhupa ke mat ruko. Haan. Main bhi yahi chahti hoon.”
Honth pehle gusse mein the, phir honth hi honth ko mil gaye. Usne chuma jaise baat ko beech mein kaat rahi ho. Mere daant uske honth ki narmi se takraaye. Uski aankhen band hui, phir khuli, jaise dekhna bhi ek faisla ho.
Pallu floor par nahi gira, kamar se fislakar kalaai tak aa gaya. Blouse ka khula hook ab ungli ke neeche tha. Ek halki si kheencha-taani ke baad hook chhoot gaya. Uski saans meri gardan par giri, garm, aur meri shirt ke pehle button ne hathiyar daal diya.
“Yahan. Sofa par mat le jaana jaise koi nayi jagah mil gayi.” Uski ungliyon ne meri shirt ke doosre button ko rok liya. “Yahi hall hai. Yahi jhagda hai. Yahi pe rukna hai.”
Hum khade hi rahe, darwaze se teen kadam andar. Parde aadhe khinche hue the. Gali ki batti ek dhari ki tarah floor par padi thi. Uski chhati blouse ke kapde ke neeche uthi, giri. Mere haath ne cup ko pakda, nahi masla pehle, bas wazan ko pehchana.
Neelam bhabhi ki awaaz kan ke paas toot kar aayi. “Sahil.” Bhabhi shabd us pal nahi nikla. Naam nikalne se jo darmiyan tha, woh patla ho gaya. Meri ungliyon ne blouse ko kandhon se sarkaaya. Uski thighs saree ke kapde ke neeche kaanp uthi.
Jeans ki belt ne awaaz ki. Uska haath belt par aa gaya, meri madad nahi, apni marzi. Zip utri. Mera lund kapde ke andar se daba hua tha, phir hawa laga. Uski nazron ne neeche dekha, upar dekha, koi sharm ka natak nahi kiya, sirf ek lambi saans li.
Saree ki kanhe wali fold khuli. Petticoat ki cord dhili hui. Geelapan uski chut par ungli ke pehle hi saaf tha, garam, chipchipa. Do ungliyan andar gayi to uski kamar meri taraf jhuk gayi. Sir darwaze ki taraf nahi, mere gale ki taraf.
“Dheere nahi,” usne daant ke beech se kaha. “Subah se dheere dheere jhagda kiya. Ab mat.”
Khade khade hi petticoat upar utha. Mera lund uski chut ke muh par raga, geele pan mein phisla, phir andar gaya. Uski aankhen kalai tak khuli. Ek awaaz nikli jo pankhe ki kat-kat mein chhip gayi. Andar tight tha, garm tha, aur har dhakke se pallu aur girta.
Hall wahi tha, lekin niyat badal chuki thi. Pehle dhakke lambe the kyunki pair abhi bhi zameen par the. Uski ek taang meri kamar se lipat gayi. Blouse kaam ka nahi raha, chhati meri shirt ke khule kapde se ragad khati rahi. Meri shirt kamar tak khuli hui thi, buttons beech mein atke.
Khidki ke parde ne ek baar hawa mein kaanpa. Dono ruk gaye, itna ki sirf saans chale. Bahar koi nahi ruka. Phir uski nails meri peeth par padi, aur andar wapas dhasna pada jaise ruka hua jhagda ab body se nikal raha ho.
Neelam bhabhi ki chut ne pakad rakha tha. Har baar nikalte hue woh kheenchtin, har baar ghuste hue ek ghunni si awaaz aati. “Aur.” Itna hi. Na plan, na wada. Sirf itna.
Sofa ab bhi khali tha. Hum us tak gaye kyunki khade khade ghutne kaampe. Woh palat kar baith gayi, petticoat kamar par guchha bana, nili saree ek baghal mein. Main uske beech jhuka. Mera lund phir uski chut mein gaya, is baar gehra, aur uske kandhon ne mujhe khinch liya.
Uski thighs meri kamar par kasin. Baal jo bun se nikal kar gale par chipak gaye the, unhe usne khud hi peeche kiya, jaise dekhna ho ki main kahan hoon. Honth phir mile, geele, thode namkeen paseene se. Andar ki lehr uski chut se meri haddi tak chali.
Dhakke ab tez the. Pankha wahi tez ghoom raha tha. Uski chhati meri chhati se takraati. Kabhi kabhi uski awaaz unchi ho jaati, phir woh khud honth kaat leti, colony ka darr ab bhi ek patli dor ki tarah, lekin dor toot chuki thi jhagde wali.
Mere haath ne uski kamar pakad rakhi. Uska haath mere baal mein tha. Beech beech mein woh meri taraf dekhti, gusse wali laali ab bhi aankhon mein, lekin gussa ab dhakkon ke saath mil kar kuch aur ban gaya tha. Mera lund uski chut ki deewar se ragad khata, nikalta, dubta.
“Yahan mat nikalna,” usne ek saans mein kaha, aur pehle wale rukne wale lafz se yeh lafz alag tha. Yeh marzi thi, gussa nahi. Andar hi rehne ki. Uske baad koi doosri shart nahi bandhi.
Tez hote hote ek pal aisa aaya jab uski chut ne bar bar kas kar liya. Uski saans atki, taange kaanpin, aur ek geeli lehr mera lund par bah gayi. Uske baad mere dhakke bikhar gaye. Andar hi chhod diya, garm, lamba, uske pet ke neeche tak jaata hua ehsaas.
Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Sir uske kandhe par raha. Pallu ab kisi kaam ka nahi tha. Blouse ek baghal mein latka. Meri jeans ghutnon tak thi. Hall wahi pankha, wahi dhari batti, wahi latch.
Uski ungliyon ne meri gardan par halka sa phera, phir hat gayi. Koi badi baat nahi kahi. Jo kehna tha, jhagde mein keh chuki thi, aur jo karna tha, kar chuki thi.
Petticoat neeche kiya usne pehle. Saree ki kanahiyon ko andaze se lapeta, perfect nahi. Blouse ke hook mein se ek phir chhoot gaya, usne is baar jaan boojh kar nahi lagaya. Main jeans kheencha, shirt ke do buttons lagaye, baaki chhod diye.
Joote wahi darwaze ke paas pade the jahan jhagda ruka tha. Pair unmein gaye to floor ki thandak khatam hui. Neelam bhabhi sofa se uth kar khadi hui, lekin beech tak nahi aayi. Uski aankhen latch par thi, mujh par nahi.
Latch ke peeche khamoshi
Darwaza khula to colony ki hawa andar aayi, garm, dhool si. Peeth uski taraf thi. Koi naam nahi liya usne, na devar, na Sahil. Pallu uske kandhe par dubara chadha hua tha, lekin bun ab bhi bigda tha.
Gali ke pehle kadam par ruka, socha shayad awaaz aayegi. Nahi aayi. Andar se sirf pankhe ki wahi kat-kat aa rahi thi jo jhagde ke shuru mein thi.
Latch ke girne ki ek saaf dhwani peeth peeche se aayi. Bas itna. Hall us dhwani ke saath band ho gaya, aur jo adhura tha, woh ab darwaze ke is paar nahi tha.