Main darwaze ki kundi par haath rakh hi raha tha ki peeche se awaaz aayi. “Tarun, ek minute. Pehle yahin khade ho jao.”
Pairon mein chappal thi. Naina bhabhi cup wali plate pakde khadi thi, cotton kurti pe chai ki ek boond se geela nishaan tha, baal kaan ke peeche kase hue.
Sunday ki yahi aadat thi. Chai utarte hi main society ke neeche doodh aur akhbaar lene nikalta. Bhopal ke is kone mein Bharat ki garmi subah subah chadh aati hai, phir bhi neeche dukan der se khulti.
“Doodh khatam ho raha hai,” maine kaha, lekin pair peeche khiskaye. “Late hua to doodhwala nikal jaayega.”
“Pehle meri baat sun lo.” Gusse wala tarik nahi tha. Seedha tha. “Aaj neeche mat ja. Mere paas baith. Haan ya na, abhi bol.”
Prateek bhai printing press ki overtime pe nikal chuke the. Ghar mein do hi log the. Kundi se haath hata kar unki taraf mura.
“Bhabhi, dukan band ho jaayegi.”
“Dukan baad mein bhi khulegi. Yeh sawal baad mein nahi poochungi.” Plate table par rakh di gayi. “Mujhe nahi chahiye ki tum roz nikal jao aur main yahin sochti rahun. Bolo, rukoge?”
Uski aankhen meri aankhon se nahi hati. “Haan. Main rukta hoon.”
Sawal ne poori subah palat di
Chappal ka ek strap ab bhi ungli se atka tha. Maine use nahi theek kiya. Naina bhabhi sofa ke kone tak chal kar baith gayi, kurti ka geela nishaan ab bhi chamak raha tha.
“Yahan aao. Itni door kya khade ho.”
Do kadam. Phir teen. Living room ki khidki se colony ki dheemi gadiyan sunai de rahi thi, koi chil-chil nahi. Hindustan ke is madhya shehar ki society mein itni subah koi zyada awaaz nahi karta tha.
Sofa ke kinare jagah thi. Maine wahan baitha, ghutne unke ghutne se ek ungli door. Cup thanda ho raha tha. Uski saans meri taraf aati, chai aur soap mili hui.
“Roz yahi hota hai,” usne dheere kaha. “Tum nikalte ho, main bartan dhoti hoon, phir sochti hoon ki agar ruk jaate to kya kehti. Aaj ruk gaye. Ab chhupana mat.”
“Main darta nahi. Sirf… bhabhi ho tum.”
“Hoon. Aur aurat bhi. Agar nahi chahte to utho, doodh lene chale jao. Main peeche se nahi kheenchungi.” Haath table ki kinare par tha, meri taraf nahi badha. Intezar tha.
Maine uska haath uthaya aur apni hathon mein le liya. Garam tha. “Yahin hoon. Doodh baad mein.”
Woh meri taraf jhuki. Pehla chuma halka tha, labon pe ruk kar, jaise ab bhi rasta chhod rahi ho. Doosra tez ho gaya. Meri ungliyon uski kamar par ruki, kurti ke kapde ke neeche garam chamdi mili.
“Idhar aur aa,” usne mere kaan ke paas kaha. “Itna soch soch ke mat chhuo.”
Kurti ka pehla button ungli se khula. Doosra atka, phir chhuta. Uski chhati ke upar koi inner nahi thi, Sunday ki aadat. Mere haath ne uski body ki narmi ko pakda, nipple ungli ke neeche kathor ho gaya. Woh meri t-shirt ka hem upar karne lagi, pet par muh rakh diya, saans garmi se bhari.
Chappal ab bhi pair mein thi, ek taraf tedi. Maine use latka diya. Naina bhabhi hans padi, phir turant ruk gayi jaise hansi bhi is ghar mein zyada tez na nikal jaye. “Pardah kheench do. Itna hi kaafi hai.”
Pardah khidki par kheench diya. Kamre mein peeli subah reh gayi, seedhi nahi. Sofa ke gaddhe pe uski peeth dhalakne lagi. Pajama ki nara dheeli thi, maine kheenchi to kapda ghutnon tak utar aaya. Uski thighs par halka lohit nishaan tha, kal ki mehndi ka.
“Dekhte kya ho. Chhuo.”
Meri ungliyon uski chut ke upar ruki, geeli rekha pehle hi thi. Do ungli andar gayi, dheere, phir tez. Woh meri kalai pakad kar dabaane lagi, kamar uthati, muh mein meri t-shirt ka kone daba liya taaki awaaz na nikal jaye.
“Aur andar. Haan, wahi.”
Shorts ki naali khuli. Mera lund haath mein aaya to usne khud pakad liya, anguthe se sir par ghumaya, neeche se thook laga kar phela diya. Itni subah bhi uska haath pakka tha, koi jhijhak nahi. Maine kurti poori upar kar di, uske kandhon se kapda sarak aaya, chhati meri jeebh ke neeche aa gayi.
Sofa chhota pad raha tha. Pair zameen par tikey, meri patti unki patti ke beech. Jab lund uski chut ke muh par laga to dono ruke. Uski aankhen khuli thi. Ek baar sir hilaya, haan ke liye, bina usi sawal ko dobara kiye.
Andar gaya to woh lambi saans bhari. Gila ghera tight tha, phir dheela hota gaya jaise body khud jagah bana rahi ho. Pehla dhakka short tha. Doosra lamba. Uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche uthkar girti, pajama ek tang mein atka raha, doosri tang khuli.
“Ruko mat ab. Itna soch liya tha na, to poora do.”
Maine uski tang uthakar sofa ke peeth se sata di. Lund gehrai tak gaya, nikalte hue geeli awaaz aayi jo pardah bhi nahi chhupa sakta tha. Naina bhabhi ne meri gardan kaat kar pakdi, daant collarbone par sehre, phir chhod diya.
Cup table par hil raha tha, thandi chai ki lehriyan. Us nishaan ko dekh kar woh phir se hansne ke kareeb aayi, lekin dhakke ke saath awaaz karahahat ban gayi. “Wahi… aur zor se.”
Zor aaya. Sofa ki lakdi halki si chikni. Meri ungliyon uski gaand ke neeche se uthakar kamar pakadti, lund poora baahar nikal kar phir andar paitthta. Uski chut ne dabaya, chhoda, phir dabaya. Pajama ab ghutne se sarak kar takhne par aa gaya tha, ek pair zameen par tikka, doosra mere kandhe ke peeche.
“Upar le lo. Mujhe bhi dekhna hai.”
Position palatne mein cup almost gira. Maine plate ko aur kinare sarka diya. Naina bhabhi god mein aa gayi, ghutne sofa ke dono taraf, kurti pet tak uthayi hui. Uski chut mere lund par baithi to dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Woh khud uthne lagi, girne lagi, baal kaan se nikal aaye.
Maine uski chhati muh mein li, nipple daanton ke beech dabaaya. Uska haath mere baal masalta, kabhi rokta. Neeche se woh itni geeli thi ki har baithak pe awaaz aati. “Tarun… yahi… mat nikalna abhi.”
Na nikalne ki baat par hi nikalne ka darr badh gaya. Maine uski kamar pakad kar speed apni kar li, upar se neeche, chhote dhakke. Uski aankhen band ho gayin, honth khule. Jab uski chut kasti to meri jaangh tharrai.
“Ab bol, andar?” saans toot rahi thi.
“Bahar. Kurti pe nahi. Haath pe.”
Woh uth kar meri jaangh par let gayi, muh lund ke kareeb. Maine haath aage kiya. Do dhakke uske muh ke kone par, phir nikal aaya, garam dhaar uski hatheli aur meri patti par. Uski jeebh ne sir saaf kiya, ek baar, phir muh hata liya. Paseena saaf kiya usne apne gale se, meri t-shirt ke hem se nahi.
Sofa par dono tede padhe. Kurti ab bhi kandhon se atki. Pajama ek pair mein. Meri shorts ghutnon par. Bahar se koi scooter nikal gaya, horn nahi, sirf engine.
Jawab ke baad
Thodi der sirf saans chali. Naina bhabhi ne kurti neeche ki, button galat hole mein daala, phir theek kiya. Pajama uthaya, nara bandha, mehndi wala nishaan phir chhup gaya.
“Thandi ho gayi chai.” Itna hi kaha, jaise baat bartan ki ho.
Maine shorts uthayi, t-shirt pet par kheench li. Chappal dhundhne mein time laga, ek sofa ke neeche sarak gayi thi. Jab pair mein phir se gayi to darwaza wahi tha, kundi wahi.
Woh uth kar khidki ke pardah ki kinare se bahar jhanki, phir wapas. “Neeche shutter abhi bhi utra hoga. Ab jao. Doodh nahi aaya to shaam ko chai nahi banegi, aur Prateek poochhega.”
Pehle jo rukne ka sawal tha, uska utar ab yahi tha: jao, lekin waisi nahi jao jaise subah socha tha. Maine sir hilaya. Kuch aur nahi bola.
Table par cup ab bhi pada tha, kinare pe meri ungli ka geela nishaan sookh raha tha. Naina bhabhi ne plate uthayi, kitchen ki taraf nahi gayi, pehle meri taraf dekha. “Baal theek kar lo. Aise mat utarna.”
Haath se baal kiye. Darwaze tak do kadam, phir ruk kar dekha. Woh sofa ke peeche khadi thi, kurti ka geela nishaan ab bhi dikhta, lekin button band. Uski aankhen meri aankhon se takrai, phir hat gayin, jaise ab kaam ki list shuru ho.
Shutter band hone se pehle
Seedhiyon par utarte hue colony ki garmi muh pe lagi. Neeche aangan mein koi jhadu nahi chal raha tha abhi. Doodh wali dukan ke shutter pe sooraj ki ek laine padi thi, abhi poori khuli nahi, lekin darwaza itna tha ki haath ghus jaye.
Peechhe ghar ka darwaza band hone ki awaaz aayi, kundi lagi. Woh awaaz roz ki tarah thi, lekin pairon ka wazan alag tha. Chappal ka strap ab theek tha. Pocket mein kuch nahi tha jo us kamre se laya ho, na kapda, na cup.
Dukanwale ne ungli uthakar doodh ki taraf ishara kiya, jaise har Sunday karta hai. Maine do packet liye, akhbaar bhi. Wapas ghushne se pehle upar khidki dekhi. Pardah wahi kheecha hua tha. Koi chehra nahi.
Packet haath mein le kar seedhiyon pe pehla kadam rakha, phir doosra. Chai ab garam nahi hogi. Naina bhabhi bartan dho rahi hongi ya nahi, yeh soch kar bhi pair rukey nahi. Jo jawab subah diya tha, woh darwaze ke bahar bhi chal raha tha, bina naye sawal ke.