“Tumne Tushar se kya kaha tha landing par?” Vivek ne meri taraf shirt ke do button khule chhod ke poocha.
Maine geele baal towel se ponchhte hue kaha, “Wahi jo roz kehte hain. Hum flatshare karte hain.”
Surat ki Sunday shaam abhi bhi garam thi. India ke is textile sheher ki gali se rickshaw aur loom ki dhoon khidki tak aa rahi thi. Hum dono neeche Tushar ke housewarming par jaane wale the, do extra steel glasses le ke, kyunki kal hi usse yeh wada tha ki aath baje pahunch jaayenge.
Vivek ka haath button par ruk gaya. “Pichhli Sunday tumne kaha tha jo hua woh galti thi. Aaj tum Tushar ko yeh bhi samjha rahe ho ki log galat sochte hain.”
Main jeans ke khule button ke saath khada raha. Uss Sunday ko humne chupke ek dusre ko chuma tha, phir usne kaha tha kal se normal. Maine samjha tha usse meri zaroorat nahi. Usne samjha tha main logon ke darr se peeche hat raha hoon.
“Main dara nahi tha,” maine kaha. “Tumhare normal ka matlab maine inkaar samajh liya.”
Woh paas aaya. Uski aankhen tez thin, nahaane ke baad abhi bhi geeli palken. “Mera matlab tha drawing room mein haath nahi pakadna. Yeh nahi ki tum mujhe chhuo hi mat.”
Wada samajh ke baad
Usne mera towel khinch liya. Main sirf jeans mein tha. Uske hoth pehle gale par pade, phir mere muh par itni tez ki main deewar se sarak gaya. Maine uske khule button ke peeche haath daala. Uski chhati ke baal abhi geele the.
“Abhi?” saans ke beech poocha maine.
“Abhi,” Vivek bola. “Tushar wait kare. Main nahi rukna chahta.”
Yeh chhota sa haan dono ke liye kaafi tha. Uske jeans ke neeche mera haath gaya, uska lund kapde ke andar pehle se tight tha. Maine zip kholi, usne meri kamar ke button poore khol diye. Doosri shirt farsh par giri, meri jeans ghutnon tak utar aayi.
Hum bed tak thesle se pahunche, kisi naqshe ke bina. Uske baal meri ungliyon mein atak gaye jab maine use neeche kiya. Mere muh mein uska lund garam aur namak sa laga. Vivek ki ungliyan mere sar par thin, zor nahi, bas rakhne ke liye. Main neeche se upar tak chusa, thodi der ruka, phir dubara liya jab uski kamar meri taraf kasi.
“Itna tez nahi,” usne halke se kaha, phir khud hi meri gardan pakad ke aur andar khincha. Main hans diya uske lund ke khilaf, aur woh kamp gaya.
Palat kar usne mujhe bed par letaya. Meri thighs ke beech uska muh aaya, usne mere lund ko geela kiya, jeebh se niche tak gaya, phir do ungliyan thook laga ke meri gaand ke gird ghumayi. Dard nahi tha, sirf tightness, jaise kal ka wada ab bhi kahin atka ho. Maine taang aur khol di.
“Yahan ruk,” maine kaha, “packet side table par hai.”
Usne condom nikala, wrapper farsh par gira, lube ki thandi line meri skin par behne lagi. Main pet ke bal palatne laga to usne kandha pakad ke rok liya. “Is baar saamne. Main chehra dekhna chahta hoon.”
Uske kandhon par mere haath rahe jab uska lund dheere meri gaand mein ghusa. Pehli inch par maine daant bhinche, doosri par saans nikal aayi. Vivek ruka, meri aankhen padhta raha, phir tab aage badha jab maine khud kamar uthayi. Poora andar aate hi dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.
Bed ki chaarpayi halki chabak rahi thi Surat ke is purane building ke hisaab se. Neeche kisi ke radio se filmi gaana aa raha tha. Main uske kamar ko apni taraf kheenchta, woh meri taang apne kandhe par chadhaata. Har dhakka pehle wale wade ko kaat raha tha. Maine uska muh chuma, namak aur toothpaste mila hua.
“Kal tumne jo normal kaha tha,” maine beech mein bola, “woh Tushar ke liye tha, mere liye nahi.”
“Haan,” usne kaha, aur uska agla dhakka gehra tha. “Tumhe inkaar nahi kiya tha. Tumne meri baat aadhi suni.”
Itna bolte bolte uska lund meri gaand mein aur kasa. Maine apna lund apne aur uske pet ke beech ragda. Paseena uske baal se meri chhati par tapakne laga. Hum tez hue, phir ek pal ruk kar sirf saans li, phir dubara mile jaise koi hisaab chukaana ho.
Dastak ne rasta badla
Tab hi darwaze par dastak hui. Ek, phir do. Tushar ki awaaz corridor se aa rahi thi, dheemi par gusse wali. “Kunal bhai, Vivek, jaldi aao yaar. Log khade hain, glasses bhi le aana.”
Hum dono jaam se gaye. Uske lund ab bhi mere andar tha. Maine pehle socha jeans uthau, shirt pehnu, wada nibhau. Vivek ne bhi kamar peeche khinchi, nikalne hi wala tha.
Phir usne sir hilaya. Apna ek haath darwaze ki taraf uthaya, bina khole, bas hawa mein rokne jaisa. “Main nahi jaa raha,” usne dheere kaha. “Pehle jaana tha kyunki mujhe laga tumhe logon ke beech theek lagta hai. Ab nahi.”
Tushar ne phir knock kiya. “Bhai, sun rahe ho?”
Maine Vivek ki kamar pakdi, use bahar nikalne nahi diya. “Tum rukoge to main bhi. Wada kal ka tha, samajh aaj ki hai.”
Corridor mein footsteps sarak ke sidhiyon ki taraf gaye. Radio ka gaana phir saaf suna. Hum wapas mile, is baar bina is soch ke ki kapde uthane hain. Vivek ne meri dono taangein apni kamar ke gird lapet liin, condom ab bhi sahi tha, lube garam ho chuki thi. Uske dhakke ab hisaab se nahi, bhook se the.
Maine uska lund apni gaand mein poora liya, ungliyan uske peeth ki haddi par phisalti rahi. Woh meri gardan kaatne jaisa chuma, phir meri nipples ko daant se dabaye rakha. Main unchi awaaz nahi nikalna chahta tha, deewar patli hai, lekin ek gehra sa ah nikal hi gaya.
“Chup,” usne kaha, phir khud hans diya kyunki uski awaaz bhi kaampi. Bharat ke kai shehron ki tarah yahan bhi kiraye ke flat ki deewarein sab sun leti hain, aur phir bhi usne mujhe tez choda.
Main neeche se uske lund ko kas ke pakadta, upar se apna lund uske mutthi mein dene laga. Usne meri mutthi hata ke khud sehlaaya, phir meri hi mutthi wapas mera lund par rakh di. Hum ek hi taalsur mein the. Uski thighs meri sides par kasti thin, meri aankhen band, phir khuli, uska chehra pasine se chamak raha tha.
“Andar mat,” maine kaha, condom ki yaad dilate hue.
Woh sirf sir hilaya, dhakke chhote aur gehre kiye. Meri gaand ne usko aur kheench liya. Pal bhar ke liye lagta tha bed ki lakdi bol degi. Phir Vivek ek lambi saans ke saath kamp gaya, condom ke andar garam ho utha, meri kamar ko apni taraf jitna ho sake rapta.
Uske nikalte hi maine apna lund tez sehlaaya. Usne jhuk ke muh laga diya, jeebh se sirf top liya, aur main uske hothon par nikal aaya. Thoda uske thuddi par bhi lag gaya. Usne ungli se ponchha, meri chhati par mal diya, jaise koi nishan chhodna ho jo Tushar ke glasses se kahi tez ho.
Hum kuch der aise hi pade rahe. Pankha upar se ghoom raha tha. Mere pair ab bhi uski kamar ke gird the. Uske baal mere muh se chipke the. Koi badi baat nahi hui, bas woh galatfehmi jo landing par khadi thi, bed par gir ke toot gayi.
“Tushar gussa karega,” maine ceiling ko dekhte hue kaha.
“Kare,” Vivek bola. “Kal jo normal tha, woh uske drawing room ka tha. Yeh kamra hamara hai.”
Usne condom khincha, tissue se haath saaf kiye, meri thighs ke paas se lube ponchhi. Main palat ke uski chhati par kaan rakha. Dhadkan tez thi, phir dheemi padne lagi. Khidki se Surat ki shaam ab thodi dhundhli thi, neeche kisi ne cracker jaisa patakha chhoda, housewarming ka shor shuru ho chuka tha.
Jeans dhundte hue Vivek bed se utra. Meri nazar uski peeth ki line par rahi, wahan ab bhi meri ungliyon ke laal nishan the. Shirt usne woh nahi pehni jo Tushar ke liye rakhhi thi. Ek purana black tee uthaya, baal ungliyon se theek kiye, mirror mein khud ko ek pal dekha.
Nateeja sidhiyon par
Kitchen counter par woh do steel glasses ab bhi ulte khade the, kal wale wade ki tarah. Vivek ne unhe nahi uthaya. Darwaza khola, corridor ki hawa andar aayi, phir woh sidhiyon ki taraf badha.
Main bed par baitha raha, jeans ghutnon tak hi khinchi. Uske footsteps ek ek sidi par utarte sune. Neeche Tushar ki awaaz mili, pehle sawal, phir chup. Glasses ki khankhanahat nahi hui. Sirf Vivek ka ek chhota sa, saaf inkaar, aur phir sidhiyon ka khaali hona.
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