Almirah ke niche wale khane se Tanvi ne jo kapda khincha, woh meri purani shirt nahi thi. Maroon sari ke pallu ne uske haath ko lapet liya, aur uski aankhen meri taraf uthin.
Deewar par rang abhi geela tha. Uske kurte par safed chheente pad chuke the, isliye woh spare kapda dhoondh rahi thi. Mere kandhe ke peeche chhupa hua blouse bhi nikal aaya, saath mein ek joadi heels aur ek chhota lipstick. Bharat ke is garm sheher Vadodara mein dopahar ki roshni itni saaf thi ki koi bahana nahi bacha.
“Yeh sab tumhare hain?” uska sawal seedha tha, gussa nahi, lekin sakht.
Maine brush neeche rakha. “Haan. Last mahine kharide. Tum Mumbai gayi thi, tab maine pehni bhi. Do baar.”
Uske honth khule rahe. Meri pehle se ki hui pasand uske saamne khuli padi thi, koi achanak mazaak nahi. Woh sari ko window ke paas le gayi, pallu ko roshni mein dekha, phir meri taraf mudi. Conflict uski saans mein tha, attraction bhi.
“Pehno,” usne kaha. “Abhi. Main dekhna chahti hun woh aadmi kaun hai jo yeh kapde chhupa ke rakhta hai.”
Saari dekhte hi uska chehra badla
Bathroom ke sheeshe ke saamne maine blouse ke hook lagaye. Padded cups ne meri chhati ko gol kiya. Sari ki pleats pet ke neeche set ki, pallu ko left kandhe par dala. Lipstick meri honthon par gehra red chadha. Heels pehen kar meri chal thodi si dhimi ho gayi.
Tanvi darwaze ke frame par khadi rahi. Uski aankhen meri kamar par ruki, phir mere galon par. “Tum… sach mein alag dikhte ho.”
Maine uske kareeb ek kadam liya. Rang ki boo ab bhi living room se aa rahi thi, lekin uski nazar sirf mere kapdon par thi. Usne apna geela kurta utar diya, sirf nive bra aur jeans mein reh gayi, phir meri kalaai pakdi.
“Agar tum in kapdon mein mere saath letna chahte ho, to main bhi ready hun,” usne kaha. Maine sir hilaya aur uske honth pakad liye. Itna kaafi tha.
Bedroom tak ka rasta chhota tha. Heels carpet par dabi. Usne mujhe bed ke kinare bithaya, sari ke pallu ko side kiya, aur meri gardan chumi. Lipstick uske munh par bhi lag gayi. Meri ungliyon ne uski peeth ke hook khole. Bra neeche gira. Uski chhatiyon ko maine honthon se dabaya, dheere, jaise kapda bhi hissa ho is baat ka.
“Ruko mat,” uski awaaz gehli thi. “Lekin sari mat utarna. Mujhe yahi chahiye.”
Maine jeans ki zip kholi. Usne khud ko nanga kiya, panties tak. Meri sari ke beech se mera lund tight khada tha, kapde ki parat ke neeche. Tanvi ne ghutnon ke bal baith kar pleats uthayi, meri underwear khichi, aur garam munh se pakad liya.
Uski jeebh gol ghumi. Main bed ke kinare dono haathon se kapda masle. Woh tez nahi gayi, lekin gehra. Kabhi ruk kar meri aankhon mein dekhti, lipstick ke nishaan mere lund par chhodti. Meri saans unchi ho gayi. Heels ab bhi paon mein thi, sari ka pallu uske baal par latak raha tha.
“Itna din chhupaya,” usne kehte hue upar dekha. “Main sochti thi tum sirf paint aur chai wale ho.”
Maine uske baal peche kiye. “Ab chhupa nahi.”
Woh uth kar meri god mein baithi, sari ko kamr ke around lapeta, aur apni chut ko mere lund ke upar ragarne lagi. Geela pan uski thighs par chamka. Maine drawer se packet nikala, condom pehna, phir uski kamar pakad kar andar dhakela.
Uski aankhen band hui. Pehla dhakka gehrai tak gaya. Sari ki silk uski pet aur meri pet ke beech ghisne lagi. Blouse ke buttons uski chhatiyon se takrae. Main neeche se uthra, woh upar se baithi rahi, apna taalan khud set karti.
“Aur zor,” usne kaha, lekin awaaz mein hukm nahi, bhook thi.
Maine palat diya. Ab woh peeth ke bal thi, main uske upar, sari kamar tak uthi hui, pallu uske chehre ke bagal. Heels mattress ke kinare atak gayi. Har dhakke par blouse ki silai khti. Uski ungliyan mere kandhon ki straps par kasi rahi, jaise kapda hi pakadna ho.
Vadodara ki dopahar bahar scooter aur vendor ki awaazon se bhari thi, lekin kamre ke andar sirf hamari saansein thi. Hindustan ke is sheher mein aisi dophar aksar soyi rehti hai, parda gira, fan tez. Fan ki hawa ne sari ke pallu ko uthaya, uski nangi chhati dikhi, phir dhak gayi.
Usne ek taang meri kamar par chadhai. Maine uski chut ke upar wale button ko anguthe se mala. Woh kamr uthane lagi, chhoti awaaz nikaalti. Lipstick ab hamare honthon par faili hui thi, galon par, meri gardan par. Aurat ke kapde pehne hone ki haisiyat ne mujhe nahi chhota, usne mujhe khol diya.
“Main bahar nikalne wali hun,” usne kaha, daant honth par.
Maine dhakke chhote kiye, gehre rakhe. Uski body ki tarah uski awaaz bhi kaampi. Woh tight hui, pani sa behne laga, meri sari ke kinare geele ho gaye. Uske baad maine apni raftaar badhai, blouse ke andar paseena chipak gaya, aur main bhi gir gaya, condom ke andar, uski god mein jhuk kar.
Honth aur kapdon ka milna
Thodi der sirf fan chala. Tanvi ne meri sari ka pallu apne pet par rakha, jaise kambal ho. Uski aankhen meri lipstick smudge par thi.
“Tumne Mumbai wale dinon mein bhi yahi pehna tha?” sawal halka tha, lekin andar se wazan liye.
“Haan. Raat ko. Sheeshe ke saamne. Phir utar diya, dar ke.” Maine uska haath apni pleats par rakha. “Aaj pehli baar kisi ne dekha.”
Usne hasi di, chhoti. “Dekh liya. Aur chhod bhi diya. Kapde gande ho gaye.”
Main uske bagal mein let gaya, heels ab bhi tang rahi thi. Usne meri ek heel kholi, phir doosri, paon sahlae. Sari utarne ko haath nahi badhaya. Blouse ke hook abhi bhi lage the. Meri chhati ki golai uski ungli ke neeche thi, kapde ke through.
“Mujhe gussa is baat ka tha ki tumne bataya nahi,” usne kaha. “Gussa is baat ka nahi ki tum pehente ho.”
Maine uski thighs par apna haath rakha. Geela nishaan sookh raha tha. Kamre mein rang ki boo mil gayi thi lipstick aur condom ki halki smell se. Bahar koi radio chal raha tha, Gujarati gaana, door se.
Usne meri sari ki zari ko ungli se chhua. “Yeh sasti nahi. Tumne soch samajh ke kharida. Woh pehle wala faisla… woh chhupaana tha. Ab woh faisla tut gaya.”
Maine kuch nahi kaha. Uski baat sahi thi. Last mahine ka kharidna ek chhupi zid thi. Aaj us zid ko usne haath se pakad liya tha, aur mere lund tak le aayi thi.
Woh uth kar window ke paas gayi, nangi, parda ek ungli se hata kar neeche gali dekhi, phir wapas aayi. Mere pallu se apni chhati ponchhi, hans di. “Ab yeh bhi tumhari sari ka hissa hai.”
Maine usko kheencha. Ek aur chumban, dheema, bina naye dhakke ke. Uski jeebh mein meri lipstick ki meethi chemical taste thi. Blouse ke andar meri skin garam thi. Sari pet par lipat i rahi, jaise utarna ab zaroori na ho.
“Jeans kahan hai meri?” usne poocha, floor par nazar daalte hue.
“Sofa ke peeche, paint wale kamre mein.”
Woh meri underwear uthane lagi thi ki maine kaha, “Rehne do. Thodi der yahi.” Usne underwear wapas fek di, meri sari ke upar aa kar let gayi, sir meri blouse wali chhati par.
Hum akele the, do adult, ek kapdon ke saath, ek bina. Koi sawal baaki tha to woh yeh ki kal subah main inhe phir almirah ke niche dabaun ya nahi. Us pal jawab nahi chahiye tha.
Usne meri honth ki lipstick ungli se seedhi ki. “Tumhare gal pe bhi hai. Mard ka jaab nahi, aurat ka bhi nahi. Bas tumhara.”
Maine uski kamar sahlai. Skin garam thi, thaki hui. Bed ke neeche condom ki foil padi thi. Fan ki speed tez thi, sari ki pallu hawa se uth kar uske chehre par padti. Woh hatati, phir muskurati.
“Paint sookh raha hoga,” maine kaha, practical baat se dar chhupane ki koshish mein.
“Sookhne do.” Uski awaaz mein ab koi jaldi nahi thi. “Pehle yeh batao, heels mein chalne ka maza aata hai ya dard?”
“Dono. Pehli baar takleef. Doosri baar maza. Aaj… tumhari nazar se maza.”
Usne meri taang par apni taang rakh di. Sari ke neeche meri nangi skin uski nangi skin se mili. Koi naya round nahi bana, sirf sent, saans, aur kapde ki yaad. Meri aankhen band hui. Uski ungliyan mere blouse ke neeche nahi gayi, upar se hi golai ko yaad karti rahi.
Intercom ne meri jeans rok di
Intercom ki ghoonj achanak giri, tin ki tarah. Dono pal bhar paththar hue. Tanvi uth kar kurta dhundhne lagi, galat pair se, phir meri sari ke pallu se apni chhati dhakte hue living room ki taraf bhaagi.
Maine jeans ki taraf haath badhaya, jo bedroom ke chair par thi. Pallu ulajh gaya. Heels floor par giri. Intercom phir baja.
“Society wala hai, paani ki tanki ke baare mein!” Tanvi ne chillaya. “Main jaati hun. Tum badlo mat, darwaza yahin se nazar aata hai.”
Jeans meri ungli tak aa chuki thi. Main unhe chhod kar sari ko kamar par kas gaya. Blouse ke hook waise ke waise. Lipstick sheeshe mein ab bhi meri honthon par thi. Main curtain ke peeche khada ho gaya, aurat ke kapde pehne, saans rok kar, jab Tanvi ne living room ka door itna khola ki sirf uska chehra dikhe.
Neeche watchman ki awaaz aayi, tanki shaam ko aayegi. Tanvi ne haan kahi, darwaza band kiya, peeth lagayi. Meri nazar us tak thi, meri nazar apne kapdon par bhi.
Chair par jeans padi rahi. Maine unhe nahi uthaya. Pallu ko dobara kandhe par set kiya, lipstick ke nishaan ko ponchhne ke bajay rehne diya, aur bedroom ke sheeshe ke paas wapas aa gaya. Abhi jeans nahi. Abhi yeh.