Nandini ko kandhe par uthate hi meri hatheli uski peeth ki nangi garmi par ruki. Blouse ka hook beech mein tut chuka tha, aur uski saans mere kaan ke paas tez chal rahi thi.
Hall ke purane pankhe ki sarsarahat ke peeche Amritsar ki shaam utar rahi thi. Bharat ke is shehar mein natak mandali raat ko bhi aise hi rehearsal kheenchti hai, jaise koi roj ka hisaab ho. Gopal uncle last line dekar nikal gaye the, dhol wale Om ko bahar cigarette ke liye bhej diya tha, aur sirf hum do hi stage ke kone mein the.
“Neeche utaar,” Nandini ne kaha, lekin awaaz mein jaldbaazi thi, sharm nahi. Main use slowly utara, haath uski kamar par tika rakha. Blouse ka kapda aage se bhi dheela pad chuka tha. Uske baal gile the, maathe par paseena chamak raha tha.
Green room ka darwaza stage ke peeche tha, makeup table par adhoori bindi, ek toota kanghi, aur Nandini ka dupatta latak raha tha. Woh andar ghusi, maine switch dabaaya. Tube light palak jhapakte jal uthi.
Tab meri naak mein woh gandh aayi. Sarson tel. Halki, garam, aur bilkul us jagah se aa rahi thi jahan salwar ka naara dheela tha.
Hook tutte hi sab khul gaya
Maine uska naara chhua. Kapde ke neeche thighs geeli nahi, tel se chipchipi thi. Nandini ne meri ungliyon ko nahi hataya. Usne sirf table ke kinare ko pakda.
“Tu subah se yeh laga ke aayi?” meri awaaz khurduri nikli.
“Haan.” Ek shabd. Phir usne meri shirt ke button par ungli feri. “Kal tu bol raha tha mandali chhod doongi, isliye socha aaj hi dekh loon tu rukta hai ya nahi.”
Woh faisla uska pehle ka tha. Main sochta raha tha woh group chhod kar Delhi chali jayegi, rishta khatam. Usne pehle hi tel lagaya, blouse ka hook kamzor chhoda, lift ke scene mein mere haath ka intezaar kiya. Gussa aur lust ek saath chadh aaye.
“Tu mujhe natak ka hissa bana rahi thi?”
Nandini hans di, chhoti si, gandi si. “Natak khatam ho chuka, Tushar. Abhi sirf tu aur main. Agar nahi chahiye to darwaza khol ke nikal ja.”
Main nahi nikla. Uske honth pakad liye. Kiss mein daant lage, usne meri jeebh ko choosa jaise koi hisaab chuka rahi ho. Dupatta neeche gir gaya. Maine blouse ko aage se kheench kar uski chuchiyaan nikaal diin. Badi, geeli nahi, garam. Sarson tel ki khushbu ab meri kalai par bhi chipak chuki thi.
Usne meri jeans ka button khola, haath andar daal kar mera lund pakda. Mutthi tight thi. “Itna soch mat. Chod. Ganda. Jaise tu raat ko sochta hai.”
Maine salwar aur panty ek saath ghutnon tak utaar di. Nandini table par khadi rahi, ek taang meri kamar se lipat gayi. Uski chut par tel aur apna ras mil chuka tha. Meri do ungliyan andar gayi, geela awaaz aayi. Usne meri gardan kaati, daant se, phir kaan ke paas boli, “Aur gehra.”
Main baith gaya kursi par, usko apni god mein kheench liya. Lund uski chut ke muh par laga, round ghumaya, phir dheere andar dhakela. Pehla dhakka lamha ruk kar, doosra tez. Nandini ki aankhen band huiin, muh se ek gandi si aah nikli jo hall tak ja sakti thi.
“Shant,” maine kaha, lekin khud bhi shant nahi tha. Uski chuchiyaan muh mein le kar choosi, ek ko daant se dabaaya. Woh mere baal pakad kar apni taraf kheenchti rahi. Har dhakke par table ke shishe mein hum dono dikh rahe the, adhe kapdon mein, gande.
Hindustan ke is kone mein log sochte hain natak wale sirf dialog yaad rakhte hain. Us raat green room mein dialog nahi bacha. Sirf thok, geeli awaaz, aur Nandini ka “aur, aur, saala gehra.”
Usne khud ko upar uthaya, neeche patka, apni pace li. Maine uski gaand par thappad maara, ek, do. Laal nishaan. Nandini muskuraayi, gandi, khuli. “Isi liye tel lagaya tha, samjha? Taaki tu soch na paaye.”
Main khada hua, use ghumaya, makeup table ke kinare pet ke bal jhuka diya. Peeche se lund phir ghusa. Uski kamar meri mutthi mein thi. Dhakke ab chhote aur tez the. Uski chut pakad kar nikal rahi thi, ras jaanghon par beh raha tha, tel ke saath mil kar chipchipa.
“Baat kar,” usne kaha, chehra shishe mein.
“Teri chut itni geeli hai ki pair phisal rahe hain.” Main bhi gandi boli bol raha tha, jo roz ke Tushar ke muh se nahi nikalti. “Subah se iske liye taiyar thi. Bina bra, kamzor hook, tel. Tu jaanti thi main uthane wala hoon.”
“Haan. Aur tu uthane ke baad chhod bhi sakta tha. Chhoda nahi. Abhi nikal mat.”
Maine thook apne lund par giraya, phir uski chut par, mix karke phir andar ghusaya. Nandini ki ungliyan shishe par phail gayiin. Uski saans tut tut kar nikal rahi thi. Main uske baal pakad kar sar peeche kheench ta, gardan nangi karta, honth uske kandhon ki haddi par.
Tab dastak hui.
Kisi ne dhol mango
Om ki awaaz darwaze ke us paar se aayi, moti, beparwah. “Nandini didi, dhol wahi pada hai kya? Gopal uncle ne kaha jaldi uthana.”
Nandini ke andar mera lund ab bhi tha. Dono ki saansein ruk si gayiin. Usne meri kamar ko apne peeche dabaaye rakha, muh darwaze ki taraf kiya.
“Wahi pada hai side wing mein, Om. Abhi mat ghusna, makeup utar rahi hoon.” Awaz seedhi thi, bilkul rehearsal wali. Andar uski chut mera lund ko kheench rahi thi, ek pulse ki tarah.
“Theek, didi. Paanch minute.” Kadam door hote sune.
Pehle socha tha wait karenge, hall khali hoga, phir sofa par dheere. Dastak ke baad woh plan tut gaya. Nandini ne peeche mudkar dekha, aankhon mein ab sharm nahi, jaldi thi.
“Abhi khatam kar. Khade khade. Phir nikalna.”
Maine jeans aur underwear ghutnon par hi rakhe, use seedha khada kiya, ek taang uthakar table par. Is angle se aur gehra gaya. Nandini ne apna muh meri shirt ke kapde mein daba liya taaki awaaz dabi rahe, lekin har dhakke par woh kapda geela hota gaya.
Ungli uski gaand ke ched par ghumayi, tel ki wajah se slide ho gayi, andar nahi daali, sirf dabaaye rakha. Woh kapde se muh hata kar kaan ke paas boli, “Kal jo tune kaha tha chhod doongi, jhoot tha. Yeh raha sach. Ab nikal ke dikha.”
Main nahi nikla. Pace badha di. Table hilne lagi, kanghi giri, bindi ka dibba lutt gaya. Nandini ki chuchiyaan meri hatheli mein thi, main unhe masalta raha, nipple ko ungli se dabata raha. Uski chut ab chus rahi thi, tight, geeli, har baar jab main bahar nikalta to ek chipchipi lakeer latakti.
“Tushar… abhi… haan…” usne dabi awaaz mein kaha, aur uski taang meri kamar par kasti gayi. Main uski clit par anguthe se gol kiya, dhakke ke saath. Woh kamp uthi, chut ne lund ko baar baar jhakjhora, ras aur tel dono meri jaanghon tak beh aaye.
Uske baad meri bhi ruki nahi. Do teen tez dhakke, phir andar hi nikal aaya, garam, zyada. Nandini ne kamar peeche dabaaye rakhi jab tak last drop nahi gir gaya. Phir dono ruke, pesheene se chipke, tube light ke neeche.
Kapde neeche the, kamre mein sarson tel aur sex ki milii hui gandh thi. Bahar se Om ka dhol thokne ka ek do test beat suna, phir khamoshi.
Nandini ne pehle panty uthayi, geeli, tel wali, pehn li. Salwar kheench kar naara kasa. Blouse ka tuta hook haath mein aaya to usne makeup table ki drawer se safety pin nikaala, kapda aage se chipka diya. Chuchiyaan ab bhi kapde se ubhar rahi thiin, lekin kaam chal gaya.
Maine jeans uthayi, lund ab bhi geela tha, kapde ke andar chipka. Shirt ke do button galat hole mein lagaye. Nandini ne woh nahi theek kiya. Usne sirf apna dupatta uthaya, gardan par daala, shishe mein ek nazar dekha, honth ponchhe.
“Gopal ko bol dena aaj ke liye light pack kar lo,” usne kaha, jaise koi prop list padh rahi ho. “Main hall ka switch band karti hoon.”
Woh green room se nikal gayi, inner corridor se, bina mudkar. Main cable ke gucchhe ke paas khada raha, haath mein abhi bhi uski gandh. Bahar uski payal ki chhanti sunaayi di, phir hall ke bade switch ki khatkhatahat. Andhera pehle stage par gira, phir hamare darwaze ke neeche ki daraar se aata hua kam hone laga.
Main pin usi table par chhod kar nikalna chahta tha, lekin Nandini ne jaate jaate woh extra safety pin mere jeans ke loop mein atka diya tha. Chhoti, thandi, kaam ki. Hall ke switch ke baad uske kadam aur door chale, stage door ki karke band hui, aur green room mein sirf pankhe ki sarsarahat bachi.
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