Rehana darwaze ke paas khadi thi aur uska haath kundi par tha. “Main ab nahi sunungi,” usne kaha, bina piche mude. “Teri baat khatam ho chuki hai. Main Neelam ke yahan ja rahi hoon.”
Uske kadam ko haath se nahi pakda. “Ek jumla reh gaya hai. Tariq ko maine yeh nahi kaha ki tu sasti hai. Maine sirf itna kaha ki hum saath reh rahe hain.”
Woh palati. Uski aankhen tez thi. “Varanasi Bharat ke purane shehron mein se ek hai. Yahan galiyon ki deewarein bhi sun leti hain. Tera cousin kal bazaar mein meri izzat ka hisaab karega.”
“Isliye main tujhe rok raha hoon. Tu jaana chahti hai to ja, lekin yeh jumla adhura mat chhod. Maafi chupke se nahi maangunga.”
Rehana ki ungliyan kundi par kamp rahi thi. Dupatta uske kandhon se sarak kar bahon par aa gaya tha. Salwar kameez mein nikalne ko taiyar thi, par pair abhi chaukhat ke andar hi the.
“Agar main ruki to tu samjhega baat mit gayi,” usne kaha. “Baat miti nahi. Hindustan mein aisi khabar cousin par rukti nahi, Zaid. Kal teri chachi bhi jaanegi.”
Ek lambi saans li. “Kal ki chachi kal. Aaj yeh faisla kar ki sunegi ya nahi. Darwaza khula hai.”
Usne kundi chhod di. Andar aayi, joota pehne hue. “Theek hai. Main ruki. Ab bol.”
Rukne ka faisla
Uske khade hone ki jagah itni kareeb thi ki meri saans uske baal tak ja rahi thi. “Tariq ko kal main khud kahunga ki zubaan sambhale. Aaj tu naraaz hai, yeh alag hai.”
“Naraaz se zyada thaki hoon. Teen mahine yahi kamra, yahi sawal. Logon ko batana tha to pehle mujhse poochta.”
Sir hilaya. “Galti meri hai. Ab tu saza ki tarah khadi mat reh.”
Windowsill par uska phone kampaa. Neelam ka naam chamka. Rehana ne screen palat di, call kata, phone wahi chhod diya. “Woh intezaar karegi. Main abhi nahi ja rahi.”
Gussa ab bhi uski awaaz mein tha, lekin uska haath meri shirt ke kapde par aa gaya. Kapda pakad kar mujhe ek inch kheena. “Yeh maafi ka natak nahi. Main ruki isliye ki main chahti hoon. Tu bhi?”
“Haan.”
Phir usne mere honth liye, tez, daant se. Uski kamar par haath rakha. Kameez ke neeche chamdi garam thi. Hum darwaze se do kadam andar khiske. Uski peeth meri bahon se takrai, almari se nahi.
Jooton ko usne abhi bhi nahi nikala tha. Kiss ke beech pair ghaseete, phir dono joote darwaze ke paas giraye. Adhuri ladai ab bhi muh par thi, lekin honth nahi ruke. Meri shirt ke do button uski ungliyon ne khole, teesra atka, to usne kapda upar ko kheench diya.
Gardan par uski saans garam pad rahi thi. “Itna mat soch,” usne kaha, lekin gussa poora utra nahi tha. “Agar tu ruka hai to haath rakh. Warna main ab bhi nikal sakti hoon.”
Hath meri tarah uski chuchiyon par gaya, kameez ke andar se. Kapda geela nahi tha, lekin nipple kathor the. Rehana ki kamr cas ke neeche ek kamp utri. Uski aankhen band hui, phir khuli, jaise woh ab bhi hisaab rakh rahi ho ki yeh rukna hai ya nahi.
Jeans ki belt usne kholi, dheere, jaise jaldi scharm ho. Meri taraf se pehla kaam sirf itna tha ki uski salwar ki naada dhili karun. Naada khuli to salwar ghutnon tak utri. Kapde ke upar se meri hatheli uski chut par rakh di.
Wahan garmi alag thi. Geeli chut kapde ke through bhi saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi. Do ungliyan kapde ke upar se dabayi to Rehana ne meri gardan kaat ke pakad li. “Aur neeche. Kapda beech mein mat rakh.”
Salwar pairon se nikal gayi. Kameez abhi thi, lekin kamar tak uthi hui. Panty geeli thi, beech se chipki. Usko bhi sarka diya. Uski chut ab khuli thi, baal geele, fold garam. Meri ungliyon ne pehle upar se phira, phir beech ki silat dhoondhi.
Woh meri kalai pakde khadi rahi. Ek ungli andar gayi to uski saans atki. Doosri ke liye usne khud pair khole. Andar geelapan itna tha ki ungli aasani se chali gayi, phir doosri. Rehana ki thighs meri kalai ko dabane lagi.
“Yeh isliye nahi ki maine maaf kiya,” usne kaha, awaaz kahti hui. “Yeh isliye ki main yahin hoon.”
Jawab mein kuch nahi bola. Munh uski gardan par rakha, ungliyan uski chut ke andar dhire ghumayi, anguthe se upar wala naram hisa dabaya. Uski kamar meri baju ke peeche ko khichi. Kameez ab kaam nahi aa rahi thi, isliye usko sir ke upar se utar diya. Dupatta pehle hi farsh par pada tha.
Gusse ke baad wala sparsh
Nangi Rehana kamre ki halki batti mein khadi thi, meri jeans abhi kamar par atki. Uska haath andar gaya, mera lund pakda, kalai se upar tak ek dhakka diya. Itna tez nahi ki dard ho, lekin itna pakka ki gussa ab haath mein utar aaya ho.
Jeans aur underwear dono neeche kiye. Mera lund uski hatheli mein bhari tha. Woh jhukna chahti thi, lekin pehle maine uske kandhon ko deewar ki taraf nahi, bistar ki taraf ghumaya. Ek kamra hai, bistar patla hai, lekin wahi kaafi tha.
Rehana let gayi, pair khule. Uski chut ke fold ab saaf dikh rahe the, geele, thoda khule hue. Main ghutnon ke bal uske beech aaya. Pehle munh nahi lagaya, sirf saans uski chut ke kareeb chhodi. Uski ungliyan mere baal mein ghusi.
Jab jeebh lagi to usne mera naam nahi liya, sirf ek dabi hui awaaz nikali. Jeebh ne beech ki silat se upar tak likha, phir us naram ghundini ko choosa. Uski thighs mere kaanon ko daba rahi thi. Geeli chut ka maza namak aur garam paani jaisa tha, koi meethi kahani nahi.
Do ungliyan wapas andar gayi jab jeebh upar kaam karti rahi. Rehana ki kamar uthne lagi, girne lagi. “Zaid, itna ruk ruk ke mat kar.” Gusse wali tezi ab demand ban gayi thi. Main tez ho gaya, jeebh aur ungli ek saath, uski chut kitni tight thi yeh har dhakke par pata chalta.
Uski saans tootne lagi to munh hataya. Woh meri kalai pakad kar rokna chahti thi, phir khud hi chhod di. “Ab andar aa. Baat baad mein.”
Ghutne aage kiye. Mera lund uski chut ke muh par tika. Geelapan itna tha ki kopcha khud sarakne laga. Ek dhakke mein sir andar gaya. Rehana ne meri peeth par nakhun gad diye. Poora lund uski chut mein utra to dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.
Wahan ruka. Uski aankhen meri aankhon par thi, ab bhi hisaab. Phir usne khud kamar uthai, matlab aur andar. Tab hilna shuru kiya. Pehle chhote dhakke, uski chut har baar nikalte waqt chipakti. Phir lambe. Bistar ki chamdi halki si chikne lagi.
Kameez nahi thi, shirt nahi thi, sirf chamdi. Uski chuchiyan meri chhati se ragad khati. Main ek haath uski kamar ke neeche, doosra uski thighs ke bahar. Jab tez hua to usne meri gardan mein daant rakh diye, kaata nahi, sirf rok ke rakha.
“Tariq ko jo kaha, woh kal,” usne dhakkon ke beech kaha. “Aaj tu nikal mat.”
Jawab dhakka tha, gehra. Uski chut ne lund ko ghera, chhodna nahi chahti thi. Pair usne meri kamar par kaat liye. Is baar gussa kaam aa raha tha. Har dhakka pehle wale se thoda tez. Bistar ki lakdi ek baar chhinki, phir chup.
Uski geeli chut ki awaaz ab kamre mein thi, gili, tez. Meri ungliyan uski chut ke upar wale hisse par wapas aa gayi, dhakke ke saath dabati. Rehana ki awaaz badhi, phir usne apna munh mere kandhon se daba liya taaki gali na sune.
Andar uski deewar kampne lagi. Meri kalai uski kamar par kas gayi. Woh aage ko jhuki, chuchiyaan meri chhati se hati, sirf woh naram jagah jahan lund uski chut ko khol raha tha. Ek lamha aisa aaya jab uski thighs sakht ho gayin, saans ruki, phir poori body ek lehar mein nikal gayi.
Uski chut ne lund ko dabaya, chhoda, phir dabaya. Geelapan aur badha. Main uske andar hi raha, dhakke chhote karke, uske kamp ko pakadte hue. Jab uski aankhen khuli to usme ab gussa kam tha, lekin thakaan saaf thi.
Mere liye ab rokna mushkil tha. Uski chut itni geeli aur tight thi ki har nikalna chipak ke hota. Usne meri kamar pakad li. “Andar. Mat nikal.” Yeh hukm tha, binti nahi. Tez hua, char paanch lambe dhakke, phir meri saans toot gayi. Mera lund uski chut ke andar dhadka, girta, bhar ta.
Uski thighs meri kamar ko ab bhi kaate hue thi. Dono kuch der aise hi rahe, pasina uske baal ki god mein, meri hatheli uski geeli chut ke bahar, jahan se mix tapak raha tha. Kamra waisa hi tha. Darwaza ab bhi bund nahi tha poori tarah, sirf laga hua.
Rehana ne meri peeth se nakhun hataye. “Ab nikal. Bhari hai.” Dheere se nikla. Uski chut khuli rahi ek pal, geeli, thodi laal. Woh karwat lei, pair jod liye, lekin mujhe door nahi kiya. Meri shirt farsh par thi, jeans darwaze ke kareeb.
Bistar par let gaya, uski kamar ke peeche. Uski saans ab lambi thi. Adhuri ladai ka jumla ab bhi hawa mein tha, lekin koi bol nahi raha tha. Windowsill par phone ek baar phir chamka. Neelam. Rehana ne haath badhaya, screen dekhi, phir phone ulta rakh diya.
“Woh pooch rahi hai main kab aaungi,” usne kaha, awaaz dheemi. “Abhi nahi jaungi. Thodi der.”
Uski geeli chut se jo tapka tha woh uski thighs par sookh raha tha. Maine kapda nahi dhundha. Sirf uska haath apni chhati par rakha. Samajh tha ki yeh maafi nahi, rukna hai. Bahar gali mein kisi scooter ki speed nahi, sirf door kutta.
Neeche se naam
Aankh band karni thi. Uski kamar meri pet se satti thi, garam. Socha tha ab chup chap yahin padunga, subah Tariq ko call karunga, aaj aur koi jumla nahi. Rehana ki saans meri baanh par gir rahi thi, meri ungliyan uske baal mein atki thi.
Phone teesri baar nahi chamka. Is baar khidki ke neeche se awaaz aayi, seedhi, jaani pehchani. “Zaid! Upar hai kya?” Tariq tha. Bike ki silencer gali mein atki hui thi, jaise usne neeche hi band kar di ho.
Rehana sakht ho gayi. Uski aankhen khuli. Dupatta farsh par tha, kameez door, darwaza sirf laga hua. Neeche se phir naam aaya, is baar tez. “Zaid bhai, chachi ne bheja hai. Do minute.”
Jo haath uske baal mein tha, nikal aaya. Bistar se uthna padha. Jeans jaldi pehni, lund ab bhi geela, zipper upar kiya. Shirt ulat pulat daali. Rehana ne kameez apni taraf khinchi, lekin utari nahi abhi. Uski geeli chut par chaddar kheenchi, pair jode.
“Tu neeche ja,” usne kaha, gussa wapas aa raha tha, lekin ab meri taraf kam, us cousin ki taraf zyada. “Yahan mat lana. Main nangi nahi milungi usse.”
Kundi par haath rakha. Neeche se teesri baar awaaz aayi. Jo raat bistar par khatam honi thi, woh seedhiyon par khatam hone wali thi. Bina aur jumla kiye darwaza khola aur neeche utar padha, is niyat se ki Tariq ko chaukhat se pehle hi rok doon.
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