“Peeche aaoge, last row par?”
Shalini meri regular window seat ke bagal mein khadi thi, apna ek haath cold metal handle par rakhe. Last bus thi, aur main jaise roz karta hoon waise hi aage baithne wala tha. Earphones meri ungliyon ke beech atke the, abhi tak kaan tak nahi pahunche.
“Kyun?” maine poocha, aadat se chipka hua.
“Beech ki seats par do aadmi zor se baat kar rahe hain. Main akeli wahan nahi rukna chahti. Tum ho ya nahi, itna sa faisla de do.”
Uski aankhen seedhi meri taraf thin, na sharmate hue, na khelte hue. Roz ki neend aur roz ka aage wala corner dono us ek sawal ke saamne ruk gaye. “Chalo,” maine kaha. Woh chhota sa haan mere poore raaste ko ghuma dene wala tha.
Indore se nikalne wali yeh raat ki bus Madhya Pradesh, India ke andar hi ghoomti thi, depot se residential belt tak. Main is route ko aankh band karke jaanta tha, isliye peeche chalna meri body ko ajeeb laga, jaise koi galat stop daba diya ho.
Hum last bench tak gaye. Wahan jagah zyada thi, backrest ooncha, aur streetlight ki dhari kabhi kabhi sheeshe par kaat’ti. Shalini ne bagal mein jagah chhodi, phir khud itna qareeb baithi ki uski jeans meri jeans se ragad khane lagi.
Peeche ki seat
Engine ki gudgudahat ne baat ko daba diya. Shalini ne meri taraf kandha ghumaya. “Agar mann nahi hai to bol do. Main yahin baithungi, tum wapas aage ja sakte ho.”
Uski awaaz mein koi jaal nahi tha. Maine uska haath apni thigh par aane diya, phir uske ungliyon ko apni ungliyon se milaya. “Yahin hoon,” maine kaha. Usne meri shirt ke button ke paas angutha rakha, ruka, aur mere muh ki taraf dekha. Main uski aankhon ke itna qareeb aaya ki uski saans meri saans se takra gayi, aur usne pehle honth chuma.
Woh chumban halka tha, phir gehra. Bus ke jhatke se hamare daant halka se takraaye. Shalini hans padi, lekin uski hansi ne haath nahi hataya. Uska haath meri zipper ke upar ruk gaya. Main ne apna ek haath uski kamar par rakha, kurta ke kapde ko upar nahi kiya, sirf uski garam skin ko kapde ke upar se mehsoos kiya.
“Yahan?” maine uske kaan ke paas poocha.
“Haan. Abhi. Conductor aage hi hai.”
Usi ke baad uski jeans ki button meri ungliyon mein aa gayi. Main ne dheere kholi, kyunki metal ki khanak bhi us andhere mein badi lag rahi thi. Uski chut garam thi, geeli, aur meri do ungliyan jaate hi uski thighs kas gain. Shalini ne muh meri gardan par daba diya, taaki awaaz na nikal jaaye.
Aisi last buses poore India mein chalti hain, lekin us raat Indore ki yeh wali itni khali thi ki peeche ka hissa lagbhag alag kamra lag raha tha. Phir bhi har speed breaker par meri nazar aage ke sheeshe par chali jaati, jahan do sir jhuke hue the.
Shalini ne meri jeans ki zip utari. Mera lund uske haath mein aate hi uski ungliyan geeli ho gayin, uske apne wetness se. Usne dheere se upar neeche kiya, na dikhane ke liye, na jaldi khatam karne ke liye. Bus ke left turn par meri peeth backrest se satak gayi, aur uska haath tez ho gaya.
“Ruko,” maine kaha, lekin rukne ke liye nahi. Ek truck ki badi roshni sheeshe par phaile, last row ek pal ke liye safed ho gayi. Dono jaise pathar. Roshni nikalte hi Shalini ne meri shirt ke andar haath ghusaya, meri chhati par naakhun phera, aur phir khud meri god mein aa gayi, face to face, jeans abhi bhi ghutnon tak atki.
Qareebi ka jhatka
Last bench ki chaurai ne us shift ko sambhala. Uski chut mere lund ke upar se ragad khane lagi, kapde ke beech se nahi, seedha. Main uske kandhon ko pakde raha, taaki kisi bhi brake par woh peeche na gir jaaye. Usne apna kurta utara nahi, bas neeche se utha kar mere pet se sata diya. Uski thighs meri jeans ke dono taraf thi.
Pehla dhakka andar jaate hi uski saans atak gayi. Uski chut ne pakad liya, tight, garam, aur bus ki vibration ne us pakad ko aur gehra kar diya. Main hilna chahta tha, lekin pehle uske chehre ko dekha. Uski aankhen band thin, honth khule, aur jab unhe khola to sirf itna kaha, “Dheere, speed breaker aata hai.”
Maine uski baat maani. Har slow push ke saath uski kamar meri hatheli mein ghumti. Kabhi uski chut pura le leti, kabhi bus ke pothole par hum dono ek saath upar uthte. Shalini ne apna matha mere matha se sata kar rakha, taaki koi aage se mude to sirf do sir dikhein, jaise log so rahe hon.
Beech mein conductor ki torch aage jhuki. Woh beech wali seats gin raha tha, awaaz mein thakaan. Shalini ruk gayi, andar hi, mera lund ko dabaye. Main bhi nahi hila. Torch ki dhari last row tak nahi aayi. Conductor ne aage hi ghoom kar driver se kuch kaha, phir baith gaya. Uske baad hi Shalini ne pehli baar tez hila, chhoti chhoti harkaton mein, jaise engine ki dhadkan chhupa rahi ho.
Uski chut se geelapan meri thighs par behne laga. Main ne uski jeans ko aur neeche nahi khincha, kyunki fully nikalna wahan khatre jaisa tha. Kapde adhure the, aur wahi adhoora pan har touch ko tez bana raha tha. Usne meri shirt ke do button khole, muh se meri chhati ko chuma, phir wapas mere honth par aa gayi.
“Aur andar,” usne kaha, itna dheela ki sirf main sun saka. Maine uski kamar pakad kar uthaya aur baithaya, uski chut mere lund ko neeche tak le gayi. Uski aankhen bhari hui, lekin usne muh nahi khola. Uske naakhun meri shirt ke kapde mein ghus gaye.
Ek purana gana radio se phata hua aa raha tha, volume itna kam ki sirf dholak ki thap thi. Us thap par Shalini ki harkat mil gayi. Kabhi woh khud uth’ti, kabhi meri god mein ghumti. Main uski ek breast ko kurta ke upar se dabaata, nipple kapde ke peeche sakht milta. Uski saans meri gardan par phoolti.
Do baar aisi braking hui ki meri peeth seat se takrai aur mera lund uske andar gehra chala gaya. Dusri baar Shalini ne meri baahin itna kas kar pakdi ki meri ungliyan sun ho gayin. “Main aa rahi hoon,” usne kaha, bina koi natak kiye. Uski chut dabki, phaili, phir ek lambe kampan mein mera lund ko nichodne lagi. Main uske muh par apna honth rakh kar uski awaaz ko andar hi rakhna chahta tha, lekin uska kampan meri pet tak utar aaya.
Uske baad bhi woh utri nahi. Thodi der sirf saans li, phir dheere hilne lagi, is baar meri wajah se. Main ab ruk nahi sakta tha. Uski geeli chut, bus ki garmi, aur yeh khauf ki koi palat kar dekh le, teeno milkar meri kamar ko kas rahe the. Maine uski thighs ko apni hatheliyon se sambhala, do tez dhakke diye, teesre par meri saans atak gayi. Cum uske andar nikalne laga, garam, laplapata, aur Shalini ne us pal meri gardan mein daant se halka sa kaata, jaise khud ko bhi ground kar rahi ho.
Hum waise hi baithe rahe, chipke, jab tak engine ka ek naya gear nahi chala. Phir Shalini ne ahista meri god se utar kar bagal mein let… nahi, let nahi, seedha baith gayi, jeans upar kheenchti hui. Maine bhi zip lagayi, shirt ke button band kiye. Uski chut se jo geelapan meri thighs par tha, jeans ke kapde ne soak kar liya. Koi shabd nahi tha, sirf do lambi saans.
Usne apna kurta neeche kiya, baal kaan ke peeche kiye, aur window ki taraf dekha jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Main uske profile ko dekh raha tha, soch raha tha ki ab do stop aur hain, main yahin peechli seat par aankh band kar loonga, roz ki tarah, bas is baar uske kandhe ke qareeb.
Board ne raasta kaat diya
Tab aage ke LED ne palat kar naya naam likha. Agla stop depot circle tha, last trip short. Roz yeh bus do mohalle aage jaati thi, mere ghar ke turn tak. Aaj board saaf tha. Driver ne mike par kaha, “Jo aage utroge, abhi sambhalo. Yeh last round chhota hai.”
Shalini ne meri taraf dekha, lekin uske honth se koi plan nahi nikla. Uski jeans ab band thi, mera lund ab bhi halke dard ke saath jeans ke andar tha. Main soch bhi nahi paya ki uske number maangun ya kuch aur. Board ki laal line bar-bar depot dikha rahi thi.
Main turant khada ho gaya. Pole meri hatheli mein thandi thi. Shalini peechli seat par hi rahi, apna bag apni god mein uthaati hui, jaise uska stop alag ho. Main aisle se aage badha, zip ek baar aur check karta, kyunki agla darwaza abhi khulnewala tha aur meri raat ki neend wahi khatam ho rahi thi, us last row par nahi.
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