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Nandini ne mujhse haan maanga aur maine use gandi tarah choda

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Nandini kitchen ke darwaze par khadi ho gayi aur boli, “Tushar, gas ki chai yahin chhod. Aaj market mat ja. Mujhe abhi chahiye. Haan ya nahi?”

Maine kettle ka knob abhi bhi pakda hua tha. Sunday ki yahi aadat thi: doodh ubalna, do cup banana, phir neeche gali ke bazaar se sabzi lana. Surat ki is chhoti colony mein woh chhota sa bazaar har hafte meri subah kheench leta tha.

Uske sawal ne woh line tod di. Nandini meri purani shirt pehne khadi thi, neeche sirf panty, kal raat ki clip abhi bhi uske baal sambhale hue. Chehre par koi natak nahi tha, sirf wait.

“Haan,” maine kaha. “Abhi. Market baad mein.”

Woh muskuraayi, lekin der tak khadi nahi rahi. “To knob chhod. Mujhe mat tarsa.”

Gas band ho gaya. Chai adhuri reh gayi, doodh garam, patti abhi daali nahi. India ke is sheher Surat mein Sunday subah aisi garmi thi ki khidki se jo hawa aa rahi thi woh bhi naram nahi thi. Main uske paas gaya.

Haan ke turant baad

Nandini ne mera vest pakad kar apni taraf kheencha. Shirt ke neeche uski thighs nangi thin, panty ka elastic kamar par dabaa hua. Hum dono kitchen se do kadam hi door living room ke sofa tak gaye, kyunki bed tak jaane ka sabr us pal nahi tha.

“Yahin,” usne kaha. “Mattress mat dhoondh.”

Maine uski shirt ke button khole. Do hi khule the, baaki pehle se dheele. Uske stane meri hatheli ke neeche garam the, nipple ungli se chhoote hi sakht ho gaye. Nandini ne meri shorts ka nada khol diya, haath andar daal kar mera lund pakda, aur halki si hans ke boli, “Itna ready, aur tu sabzi soch raha tha.”

“Ab nahi soch raha.”

Woh sofa par let gayi, ek taang upar, dusri floor ko chhooti hui. Maine panty side ko sarkaayi. Uski chut geeli thi, baal gile, fold ke beech chamak. Meri ungliyon ne pehle upar se phira, phir beech mein dabaya. Nandini ki saans tez ho gayi, lekin awaaz dabane ki koshish nahi ki.

“Andar,” usne kaha. “Ungli se mat ruka.”

Pehle do ungliyan dheere gayi, phir tez. Uski kamar meri kalaai ke against uthne lagi. Main jhuka, zubaan uski chut par rakh di, clit ko chusa, neeche se geelapan chatta. Nandini ne mere baal pakad liye, zor se nahi, bas rakhne ke liye.

“Tushar, bas… ab lund.”

Shorts pairon se nikal kar floor par giri. Vest abhi bhi tan par tha, usne woh bhi upar saraka diya. Mera lund uski thighs ke beech raha, garam, sir geela. Nandini ne khud adjust kiya, head ko apni chut ke muh par lagaaya, aur meri aankhon mein dekh kar sirf itna kaha, “Ab daal.”

Andar jaate hi uski chut ne kas diya. Geela itna tha ke dhakka rukaa nahi. Maine pehla dhakka pura diya, ruk kar uska chehra dekha. Woh muskura rahi thi, muh khula, aankhen half. Dusra dhakka tez tha, teesra uske naam jaisa nahi, sirf saans.

Sofa ki back par uske kandhon dabe. Shirt ab kaandhon se sarki hui thi, ek stana bahar, doosra mere muh ke neeche. Maine nipple kaata nahi, dabaaya, chusa. Nandini ki ungliyan meri kamar par thi, nails halki, rhythm maangti hui.

“Zor se,” usne kaha. “Aaj naram mat kar.”

Maine taangein aur khol di. Uski ek taang meri shoulder ke paas uthi, dusri sofa ke kone se atki. Har dhakke par uski chut se awaaz aayi, geeli, chhoti, gandi. Living room ki khidki khuli thi, neeche gali ki dur ki awaaz, lekin koi kadam paas nahi the.

Nandini ne mera kaan pakda. “Meri gaand mat chhed aaj. Chut hi kha ja.”

Woh line itni seedhi thi ke mera lund aur sakht ho gaya. Maine uski chut ke andar hi ruk kar ghumana shuru kiya, nikalna kam, peesna zyada. Uski aankhen band hui, muh se ek gali nikli, phir meri gali, dono mil kar gandi ho gayi.

Uske muh se gandi baat

“Chod mujhe,” Nandini ne dohraaya, is baar tez. “Itna geela kar diya hai, nikal ke mat dekh.”

Maine nikaala nahi. Dhakke lambe ho gaye, sofa ki spring ne ek baar karaaha. Uski panty ab ek takhne par atki thi, kaam ki nahi. Shirt pet par jum gayi. Main uska haath apne seene par rakh kar jhukaa, uske gale par daant rakhe, itna nahi ke nishaan rahe, bas dabaav.

Woh meri god mein aur khisak aayi. Lund aur gehra gaya. Nandini ki chut ne ek baar kas kar chhoda, phir dobara kasaa. Uski saansein meri gardan par gir rahi thin. Maine uski kamar pakdi, dono hatheliyan, aur dhakka neeche se upar kiya.

“Wahan,” usne kaha. “Wahi rakh.”

Clit meri pet se ragad kha rahi thi. Nandini ki thighs meri kamar ko kaat rahi thin. Ek pal ke liye uska muh meri collarbone par raha, daant nahi, sirf garam saans. Phir usne sir uthaaya aur seedha bola, “Main abhi nikalungi. Tu ruk mat.”

Uski chut ki lehrein aai. Pairon ki ungliyan sikud gayi, kamar ek dhakke mein atak kar uth gayi. Maine usi pal tez kiya, lund ko andar hi maar, bahar nahi. Nandini ki awaaz dabi nahi rahi, ek saaf, gandi, lambi awaaz nikal gayi jo khidki tak gayi hogi.

Uske baad bhi usne mujhe nahi dhakela. “Tu bhi. Andar nahi, pet par. Shirt pehle se gandi hai.”

Maine nikaala. Mera lund uske pet aur stane ke beech raha, hatheli se do dhakke, teesra khud. Cum uski navel ke paas gira, thoda shirt ke hem par. Nandini ne ungli se chhua, dekha, phir hans di.

“Ab tu chai soch.”

Main uske bagal mein let gaya, vest pet par chipka, shorts door. Uski aankhen band thin, lekin muh par wohi seedhi muskuraahat. Hum kuch der aise hi rahe, fan ke neeche, garmi mein paseena milta hua. Uski ungli meri chhati par thi, na idhar kheench rahi thi na hat rahi thi.

“Itna wait kyun kiya?” maine poocha.

“Kyunki tu har Sunday doodh se pehle bazaar sochta hai,” Nandini boli. “Aaj maine socha, pehle meri baat. Tu haan bolega ya nahi, yahi dekhna tha.”

Maine uske maathe se gile baal hataaye. “Haan bol diya. Pachtawa nahi.”

Woh meri taraf palati, ek stana ab bhi bahar, panty ab bhi takhne par. “Achha laga. Ganda bhi. Woh chahiye tha.”

Sofa ki edge se meri pair ki ungli floor ko chhoo rahi thi. Kitchen se doodh ki halki khushboo aa rahi thi, ab thandi padne lagi hogi. Nandini ne meri shirt ke corner se apna pet ponchha, phir usi kapde ko mere lund par rakh kar halka sa saaf kiya, jaise koi badi safai nahi, bas itna ke chipke na.

“Paani la,” usne kaha. “Phir dekhte hain neeche kuch bacha ya nahi.”

Main uthne laga, lekin usne kalaai pakad li. Ek chhota sa kiss, geela, tez, phir chhod diya. Glass kitchen counter par tha. Thanda paani, do ghhoont uske, do mere. Shirt usne wapas nahi pehni, sirf god mein lapeti.

Surat ke is flat mein itni jagah nahi ke do log alag sofen dhoondhein. Hum wahi dabe rahe. Uski kamar meri bagal se satti, saans ab dheemi. Maine uski chut par hatheli rakhi, ab kaam ke liye nahi, bas geela hone ka pata karne ke liye. Woh ab bhi geeli thi, lekin uthan utar chuka tha.

“Aur nahi,” usne halka kaha. “Aaj itna kaafi. Warna tu phir se wahi loop, chai, phir market, phir sochna.”

Main hans diya. “Loop toot gaya.”

Nandini ne meri thighs par ungli phirayi, upar nahi gayi. “Tootna chahiye tha. Main roz yeh nahi maangungi, lekin aaj maanga, aur tu ruk gaya. Yahi kaafi tha.”

Khidki se jo hawa aa rahi thi usme ab mitti ki bhi smell thi, neeche koi pani chhirk raha hoga. Hindustan ki tarah yahan bhi Sunday subah der se uthte hain, lekin gali jaldi jaagti hai. Humne thodi der aur nahi ki, sirf saans set ki.

Uski panty aakhir mein takhne se nikaal kar sofa ke kone par giri. Shirt usne button kiye bina hi lapet li. Main vest neeche kiya, shorts dhundhne laga jo table ke neeche khisak gayi thin. Nandini ne unhe pair se dhakka de kar meri taraf kiya.

“Pehen le. Phir jaake dekh, doodh kharaab hua ke nahi.”

Kitchen ke paas jaate hue bhi uski nazar meri kamar par rahi. Maine kettle chhua, doodh ab garam nahi, upar malai jamne lagi thi. Patti waisi ki waisi rahi. Do cup waiting, khaali.

Cart nikal chuka tha

Nandini peeche aayi, mere kandhe se chipak kar khidki tak gayi. Neeche gali saaf dikh rahi thi. Jo sabzi wali cart har Sunday is time yahin ruka karti thi, uski jagah khaali thi. Sirf ek kutta so raha tha, aur door kisi scooter ki awaaz.

“Nikal gayi,” usne kaha.

Maine shorts ka nada bandha. Fridge ke darwaze par kal ki list ab bhi chipki thi: bhindi, tamatar, adrak. Nazdeek wala bazaar ab bekaar tha. Door wali mandi tak jaana padega, abhi, warna dopahar sukhi rahegi.

Nandini ne meri kalaai nahi pakdi is baar. Sirf itna boli, “Ja. Main yahin hoon. Shirt dho dungi, tu sabzi le aa.”

Main joota nahi, slippers liye, keys pocket mein daale, aur darwaza kholte hue peeche dekha. Woh sofa par baithi thi, nangi tangen, meri gandi shirt god mein, muh par wohi seedha wait jo subah kitchen ke darwaze par tha. Is baar sawal nahi tha.

Seedhi utarte hue gali ki garmi muh par padi. Cart nahi thi. Pair mandi ki taraf mud gaye, chai adhuri peeche, aur jo haan maine diya tha uska nateeja yahi tha ke aaj ki pehli kharidari der se, door, aur jaldi karni thi.

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