“Camp ki slides kahan hain?” maine poocha, table ke paas khade hokar.
Doctor Sanjana ne meri taraf dekha jaise main ab bhi koi file dhoondh raha hoon. Uske baal aaj khule the. White coat uske kandhon par dheela tha, aur uski aankhen meri ummeed se kahin naram thi.
“Dev, camp subah hi cancel ho gaya,” usne kaha. “Committee ne venue badal diya, phir poora program khatam kar diya. Mainne tumhe isliye nahi likha kyunki main chahti thi tum khud aa jao.”
Main ruk gaya. “Toh yeh meeting kis baat ki hai?”
Usne coat ke button dheere se khole, jaldbazi mein nahi. “Last week jab tumhara strain theek tha, maine kaha tha phir milna. Tumne usko follow-up samajh liya. Main woh nahi keh rahi thi.”
Yeh baat pehle meri samajh mein nahi aayi. Main us clinic mein isliye khada tha kyunki mujhe laga tha hum dono ek social camp ke kaam mein bandhe hain. Ab woh kaam hi nahi tha.
Chandigarh ke is hisse mein, Bharat ke is saaf shehar mein, shaam ki roshni jaldi naram ho jaati hai. Khidki se thandi hawa aa rahi thi, aur shutter neeche ho chuka tha.
“Tumhe gussa hai?” usne poocha.
“Gussa nahi,” maine kaha. “Hairani hai. Main soch raha tha presentation ke charts.”
Woh hans padi, phir serious ho gayi. “Charts nahi hain, Dev. Main tumhe dekhna chahti thi. Agar yeh tumhe bhaari lage to tum jaa sakte ho. Clinic band hai, koi patient nahi hai, aur main tumhare ilaaj ke baare mein baat nahi kar rahi.”
Maine uski aankhon mein dekha. “Main jaana nahi chahta.”
Usne meri shirt ke kolar ko halke se pakda. “Phir yahi ruk jao.”
Cancel hua camp
Uske haath ka garm scented soap wala touch kolar par tha. Main uske itne kareeb aa gaya ki uski saans meri cheek par padi. Sanjana ne pehle meri honthon ko chhua, ruk kar dekha, phir usne chuma jaise koi sawal baaki na ho.
Mainne uski kamar pakad li. Maroon kurta ke neeche uski body ki garmi seedha haath mein utri. Dupatta chair par giri, aur coat hanger par latak gaya. Clinic ki tube light thodi sasti thi, lekin uski aankhen usme bhi saaf dikh rahi thi.
“Last week tumne mujhe stretching dikhai thi,” maine uske honthon ke kareeb kaha. “Main samajha tha yeh sirf physiotherapy hai.”
“Tab tumhara dimaag file par tha,” usne kaha, aur meri shirt ka pehla button khola. “Aaj file nahi hai.”
Doosra button bhi khula. Uski ungliyan mere seene par ruki, phir neeche gayi. Mainne uska haath nahi hataya. Kurta ke girebaan se uski collarbone dikh rahi thi, ek chhoti si gold chain ke saath. Usne meri belt ke buckle par haath rakha, lekin khola nahi, bas dabaye rakha.
“Maa ne dinner ke liye bulaya hai,” usne kaha, awaaz mein shikayat nahi thi, sirf time ki sacchai thi. “Main late hoon, lekin abhi nahi jaungi.”
Maine uski chain ko halke se chhua. “Phir baad mein jaana.”
Woh meri jeans ke button tak aa gayi. Examination couch ke sheet par thodi si crease padi thi, jaise aakhri patient ke baad koi saaf karke chala gaya ho. Sanjana ne mujhe us couch ki taraf dhakela, itna ki meri rani jeans uske ghutnon se takra gayi. Phir usne khud meri god mein baithne ki jagah banayi, churidar ke kapde khich kar.
Uske chuchiyan kurta ke kapde se ubhar rahi thi. Mainne kurta upar kiya, bra ke upar se unhe dabaya, phir cup hata kar munh lagaya. Uski saans tez ho gayi. “Haan,” usne kaha, aur mere baal pakad liye, zor se nahi, bas rakhne ke liye.
Mainne uski left chuchi ko choosa, daant se halka kaata. Uski thighs meri jeans par khul gayi. Usne mera lund kapde ke upar se masla, jaise counting kar rahi ho ki main kitna tight ho chuka hoon. Mainne uski chut ko churidar ke kapde ke upar se sahlaya, geela garm nishan mil gaya.
“Yeh bhi last week se tha?” maine poocha.
“Tumhari stretching se nahi,” usne kaha, aur hans di. Phir uski hansi toot gayi jab meri ungliyan elastics ke andar gayi. Panty geeli thi. Mainne uski chut ki silat par ungli pheri, clit par ruka, phir andar daala. Uski kamar meri taraf jhuk gayi.
Hindustan ke is thande shehar ki traffic ki awaaz shutter ke bahar se aa rahi thi, jaise duniya chal rahi ho aur andar sirf hum hon. Sanjana ne meri kaan ke paas muh rakha. “Aur andar.”
Do ungliyan uski chut mein gayi. Woh geeli thi, tight thi, aur har dhakke par uski saans meri gardan par phoot rahi thi. Mainne uski bra poori utaar di. Uske stan bhaari the, nipple gehre. Usne meri shirt meri bahon se khinchi, phir meri chest par muh rakh diya jaise thakaan nikal rahi ho.
Jeans ab rasta rok rahi thi. Maine belt kholi, zip utari, underwear ke saath neeche ki. Mera lund uski pet par lag gaya, garam, oocha. Usne haath se pakda, slow ghumaaya, sirf itna ki meri saans atak jaye.
“Ruko,” maine kaha, pocket se condom nikaalte hue. Packet ki aawaz clinic mein badi lagi. Usne packet liya, daant se phaada, aur mere lund par chadha diya, neeche tak sahlaate hue. Rubber ki patli thandak ke baad bhi uska haath garam tha.
Jo last week chhuta
Sanjana couch par let gayi, ek taang bahar, ek taang meri kamar par. Churidar ek ghutne tak atka raha, dusri taraf fars par. Mainne panty side ki, uski chut saaf dikhi, geeli, thodi si suji hui clit ke saath. Usne mera lund apni chut ke muh par rakha.
“Abhi,” usne kaha.
Main andar gaya, pehle thoda, phir poora. Uski chut ne pakad liya. Uske naakhon ne meri peeth khenchi. Main ruka, uski aankhen dekhi, phir dhakka diya. Couch ki chamdi ki sheet neeche khisakne lagi, isliye maine uski thighs pakad kar sambhala.
Har dhakke par uski chuchiyan hil rahi thi. Mainne ek ko muh mein liya, doosri ko ungliyon se masla. Sanjana ke muh se jo awaaz nikal rahi thi, woh doctor wali saaf awaaz nahi thi. Woh mera naam tod kar bol rahi thi, kabhi bas saans, kabhi “tez”.
Main tez ho gaya. Condom ke saath bhi uski geelapan feel ho raha tha. Uski kamar meri taraf uth rahi thi, milne ke liye. Maine uski clit par apna angutha rakha, gol, dabaav ke saath. Uski taangein meri kamar par kasti gayi.
“Wahan, wahan mat chhodna,” usne kaha.
Main wahi raha. Uski chut sipak rahi thi, andar se marod, bahar se geela. Usne apna ek haath apne munh par rakha, phir hata diya, jaise chhupane ka mann nahi. Mainne uske gale par muh lagaya, honth se, daant se nahi. Uski chain meri cheek se takraayi.
Thodi der baad usne mujhe khincha, palatne ke liye nahi, upar aane ke liye. Main uske upar jhuka. Uske baal couch ke sheet par phail gaye. Uski aankhen band thi, phir khuli. “Mera upar baithna hai.”
Hum palte. Ab woh meri god mein thi, lund abhi bhi andar. Usne haath mere seene par rakh kar uthni-baithni shuru ki, apni speed se. Maroon kurta uske pet tak hi raha, upar se nanga. Mainne uski kamar pakdi, lekin speed uski thi. Har baithak par meri saans toot rahi thi.
“Last week tumne kaha tha body suno,” usne kaha, beech saans ke. “Tab tumne apni nahi suni.”
“Aaj sun raha hoon.”
Woh tez hui. Uski chut mera lund ko nichod rahi thi. Mainne uski clit phir se dabaayi. Sanjana ki taangein kaampne lagi, uski saans ek jagah atak gayi, phir woh meri taraf jhuk kar aa gayi, muh mere kandhe par, aur uski chut mein woh kheenchaav aa gaya jo rokne se nahi rukta. Uske daant meri skin par pade, gehre nahi, bas rakhne ke liye.
Main uske andar hi raha. Uski geelapan aur bhi badh gayi. Thodi der usne sirf saans li, meri baahon mein. Phir usne kamar ghumaayi, jaise keh rahi ho ab tum.
Maine use neeche kiya, pet ke bal nahi, kamar ke bal, taangein couch ke kinare se latakti hui. Main peeche se andar gaya. Uski chut is angle par aur gehli lagi. Maine uske baal ek haath mein liye, doosre se uski kamar pakdi. Dhakke lambe the, tez nahi, gehre.
Sanjana ne sheet pakad li. “Dev… aur.”
Mainne diya. Meri thighs uski thighs se takra rahi thi. Condom jagah par tha, tight. Uski chut ki awaaz geeli thi, sharminda nahi. Mainne uski gaand par haath phera, phir kamar par wapas aa gaya. Woh peeche dhakka de rahi thi, mil kar.
Andar woh garm ganth si banne lagi. Maine speed badhai. Sanjana ki ungliyan sheet ko masal rahi thi. Main jhuka, uske kaan ke paas. Kuch nahi kaha. Sirf saans. Phir meri nikalne lagi, lund kheenchta hua, condom ke andar girta hua, uski chut ke dabaav mein. Main uske andar hi jhad gaya, kamar akdi, daant piye.
Thodi der hum waise hi rahe. Meri maatha uski peeth par tha. Uski saans dheere ho rahi thi, ab bhi bhaari. Main nikal aaya, condom sambhalte hue. Usne palat kar meri taraf dekha, baal chehre par chipke, honth suje.
“Water cooler ke paas glass hai,” usne kaha, awaaz ab doctor jaisi thodi wapas aa rahi thi, lekin poori nahi.
Maine glass liya, uske liye pehle, phir khud. Pani thanda tha. Woh couch par baithi rahi, churidar ek taang mein, kurta pet par, bra abhi bhi floor par. Mainne condom knot laga kar bin mein daala, bina koi badi safai ke natak ke.
Dinner ki jaldi
Usne panty pehli, phir churidar khincha. Bra lagate waqt uski ungliyan ek baar kaampi, phir theek ho gayi. Kurta seedha kiya. Dupatta chair se uthaya, lekin gale par dheela hi chhoda. White coat hanger se utara, buttons galat nahi lage, bas last wala khula reh gaya.
Mainne jeans pehni, shirt ke do button jaan boojh kar chhod diye. Clinic ki hawa ab thandi lagi. Khidki ab bhi dhimmi khuli thi. Bahar scooter ki awaaz aayi, koi horn nahi, sirf engine.
Sanjana ne bag uthaya, stethoscope andar nahi daala, table par hi chhod diya. Darwaze ke paas aakar ruki. “Camp cancel tha. Yeh nahi tha.”
Maine sirf sar hilaya. Kuch promise nahi kiya, koi next slot nahi maanga.
Usne baal ek quick knot mein kiye, gardan par meri honth ka geela nishan ab bhi halka sa laal tha. Coat ke collar ne use dhakne ki koshish ki, poori nahi hui. Phir woh nikal gayi, maa ke dinner ki taraf, late, coat ke last button ab bhi khule, aur main andar khada raha jab tak uski heels ki aawaz corridor se khatam nahi hui.
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