Brush farsh par girte hi Diya jhuki, aur meri kursi ke pair se uski kalaahi takra gayi. Rang uski ungliyon par sookh raha tha. Guwahati ki shaam studio ki khidki se andar ghus rahi thi, Brahmaputra ki hawa geeli thi, jaise India ke is kone mein barsaat hamesha kareeb khadi rahti hai.
Woh uthte hue hans padi, lekin hansna jaldi khatam ho gaya. Deewar ke saath palat kar rakha ek bada canvas uski nazar mein aa gaya. Main pose pakde baitha raha, kyunki usne kaha tha kandha hilana mat. Uski jeans ke ghutne par neela daag tha, kurta ke kinare pe peela rang chipka tha.
“Yeh wala aaj kyun nikal rahi ho?” maine poocha, awaaz ummeed se zyada bhaari nikal gayi.
Diya ne canvas ghumaya. Upar meri hi soyi hui soorat thi, library ki kursi par, collarbone tak dhup. College ke aakhri saal ka chehra. Uske baal tab bhi kaale ghaney the painting mein, jaise aaj studio ki hawa mein.
“Maine yeh tab banaya tha jab tumne socha tha main thandi hoon,” usne kaha. “Ritesh ke saath coffee pe jaane ko kaha tha na usne? Maine mana kar diya. Yeh intezar meri marzi thi.”
Kursi ke neeche mera joota sarak gaya. Itne saalon baad yeh baat sunkar gussa aur khinchav ek saath aaye. Main uske kareeb khada ho gaya, itna kareeb ke uski saans meri shirt par padi.
“Tumne bataya kyun nahi? Main bhi ruka tha, Diya. Kisi aur ke saath pehla kadam nahi lena tha.”
Usne brush meiz par rakh diya. “Ab bata rahi hoon. Agar tum nahi chahte to yeh canvas wapas palat do.”
Maine canvas nahi chhua. Uska haath pakad kar apni taraf khincha. Pehla kiss ghabrahat bhara tha, daant takra gaye, phir uske honth naram pad gaye. Studio ki tube light tez thi, isliye usne lamp jala kar badi batti bujha di.
Canvas palatne ke baad
Doosri baar jab munh mila, rang uski kalaahi se meri gardan par lag gaya. Kurta ke peeche uski kamar garam thi. Main ruk kar uski aankhen dekhi. Woh khud meri belt ke pass aa gayi, ungli se buckle chhua, phir ruki.
“Aman, agar abhi nahi to mat karo. Main zabardasti nahi maang rahi.”
“Karna hai,” maine kaha. “Tumhare saath, abhi.”
Usne sir hilaya, ek chhota sa haan. Phir meri shirt ke button kholne lagi, dheere, jaise koi sketch ka line bigaadna na chahe. Main uska kurta upar utha kar alag rakha. Neeche saadi bra thi, kapde par halka neela chhita. Uski chhatiyon ki garam garmi meri hatheliyon mein utar aayi jab maine cup hataaye.
Jeans ki zip usne khud kholi. Main uski thighs ke bahar wale hisse par haath pher raha tha, rang sookha hua, khurdura. Woh palang jaisi gaddi ki taraf hatte hue hansne lagi, phir boli, “Yeh gaddi late nights ke liye hai, pose ke liye nahi.”
Hum dono us par girte girte bache. Uski panty geeli thi beech se, maine ungli se kapda sarka kar uski chut chhui to uski kamar uth gayi. Itna naram, itna gila, ki meri saans atak gayi. Pehli baar kisi aurat ko itne kareeb se dekhna alag baat thi, tasveer se alag.
“Dheere,” usne kaha, lekin haath mere baal pakad kar rakhe. Main zubaan se uski chut ke upar wala gola chata, namak aur uski khushbu. Uski ungliyan meri gardan daba rahi thin. Thodi der baad usne meri kalai pakad kar upar khincha.
“Andar aao. Kapde poore utaro.”
Mera lund trousers mein kasa hua tha. Main khada hokar patloon aur underwear utara, pocket se condom ka packet nikal kar daant se phaada. Woh dekh rahi thi, na sharm se munh phera na haste hue. Packet ka foil gaddi ke kinare gir gaya. Main condom lund par chadha kar uske beech baith gaya.
Uski taangein mere kandhon ke pass khuli thin. Sir andar jaate hi uski aankhen band huin, munh se ek dabi si awaaz nikli. Main ruka. “Dard ho raha hai?”
“Haan, thoda. Ruko mat, bas tez mat karna.”
Main dheere aage badha. Uski chut kas kar pakad rahi thi, itni tight ke saans lena bhi sochna pad raha tha. Pehli baar yeh ehsaas tha, garam, dabav, uski nails meri peeth par. Canvas wahi khada tha, meri purani soorat humein dekh rahi thi jaise koi teesra na ho.
Diya ne apna ek haath mere aur apne peet ke beech fasa kar meri kamar pakdi. “Ab thoda aur.” Main aur andar gaya, jangh tak chipak gaya. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Lamp ki roshni uske stanon par kaamp rahi thi.
Shuru ke dhakke ginte hue the. Main ghabra ke tez ho jata, woh meri kamar daba kar rok deti. Phir usne apni taang meri kamar ke peeche lapet li, aur rhythm khud set karne lagi. Gaddi ki chadar sarak kar farsh chhoo rahi thi. Khidki se colony ki dur ki awaazein aa rahi thin, scooter, kutta, koi radio.
“Yahan, yahan dabaao,” usne meri ungli apni chut ke upar rakhi jab main andar bahar ho raha tha. Ungli ghumate hi uska munh khul gaya, awaaz nikalne lagi jo pehle dabi thi. Main uske honth band karne ke liye nahi jhuka, uski awaaz sunna chaha.
Rang meri chhati par bhi lag chuka tha, uski hatheli ka neela nishan. Uski aankhen kabhi lamp dekhti kabhi meri. Pehli baar hone ki ghabrahat ab bhi thi, lekin beech mein ek pal aisa aaya jab na ginti rahi na pose. Sirf uski geeli garam pakad aur meri kamar ka kampna.
Main zyada der nahi tik paya. Yeh baat mujhe pehle se dar thi. Uski taangein kasne lagin, uski chut dhakke par dhakka le rahi thi, aur meri saans bigad gayi. “Diya, nikalne wala hoon.”
Usne meri gardan dabayi. “Andar condom hai. Thehro, mere saath.” Main thame raha jitna ban pada, ungli uske upar tez ki. Uski kamar ek dam uth kar kaampi, awaaz gala mein toot gayi, paani si geelapan meri hatheli par bahne laga. Uske baad hi mera lund kas kar nikalne laga, condom ke andar garam, lambe dhakke, phir khali sa jhukaav.
Main uske upar girna nahi chahta tha, elbow se sambhala. Uski aankhen nam thin lekin rona nahi tha. Halke se hans kar usne mera maatha chuma. Condom abhi bhi chadha tha, main sambhal kar nikal aaya, knot laga kar kagaz ke basket mein pheka jo brush ke pass pada tha.
Pehli baar ka faisla
Gaddi par dono side let gaye. Uski kamar par mera haath pada raha, na kas ke na hata ke. Tube light band thi, lamp hi kaafi tha. Purani canvas ab bhi humari taraf thi, college wala Aman aankhen band kiye.
“Maine socha tha tum hasoge,” usne kaha. “Ki main itne saal ek painting ke peeche pagal thi.”
“Hasne ka mann nahi kiya. Gussa aaya ki time barbaad hua. Phir gussa utar gaya.” Main uske baal kaan ke peeche kiya. “Pehli baar aisa hona tha to yahi theek tha.”
Woh meri chhati par ungli ghumati rahi, jahan rang sookh raha tha. “Kal subah yeh daag nahi utrega jaldi. Printing press wale poochenge.”
“Toh bol dunga paint lag gaya. Jhoot nahi hoga.”
Uski thighs ab bhi meri jangh se satti thin. Dono ke kapde kamre ke alag konon mein pade the, bra lamp ke pass, meri belt kursi ke neeche. Koi doosri round ki baat nahi hui. Saansain tik rahi thin, paseena saaf karne ke liye usne apna kurta uthaya aur meri gardan ponchhi, phir apni.
Main uski chut par halka haath rakh kar poocha dard to nahi. Usne sir hilaya, “Jalega thoda, chalega. Tum bhi kaante ki tarah tight the pehle.” Dono has pade, woh hasi sharmili nahi, thaki hui thi.
India ke is shehar mein raat der se nahi girti, lekin studio ke bahar gali jaldi so jaati hai. Humne yeh socha nahi tha ki awaaz kamre se nikalti hai. Khidki aadhi khuli thi pose ki roshni ke liye. Ab usi khidki se geeli hawa aa rahi thi aur saath mein kutta bhaukne laga.
Diya ne meri shirt uthakar phenk di. “Pehno. Agar koi poochhe to tum model ho, jo ho bhi.” Main button lagane laga, do galat hole mein chale gaye. Woh jeans khinchte hue khadi ho gayi, panty pehle, phir zip. Bra lamp ke pass hi reh gayi usne nahi pehni, kurta seedha body par daal liya.
Canvas ko usne nahi palata. Woh waisi hi khadi rahi, meri soyi hui soorat, jaise faisla ab bhi deewar par likha ho. Main patloon pehen kar belt dhoondh raha tha ki neeche se lohe ki silli jaisi awaaz aayi, chowkidar ki lathi gate se.
Neeche se chowkidar
“Didi, upar koi hai kya? Kutta paagal ho raha hai, awaaz aa rahi thi!”
Diya khidki ke pass bhaagi, curtain ki ek taraf se jhank kar boli, “Main hi hoon, sketch late chal raha tha. Kutta mere studio ki light se bhauka hoga.”
Neeche se khansi aayi. “Theek, light kam kar dena. Colony so rahi hai. Guest hai to register…” baat adhoori chhod kar usne lathi dubara deewar se mari, “kal baat karunga. Ab band karo shor.”
Diya ne lamp aur kam kiya. Meri taraf mud kar honth dabaaye, na hasi na dar. Side wali lakdi ki seedi studio ke peeche kitchen se nikalti thi, jo neeche gali ke ulte kone mein khulti hai, gate se door.
“Usi se utro,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Main yahin se jawab dungi agar phir pukaare.”
Joota pehen kar main seedi ke moonh par ruka. Uski aankhen lamp mein geeli chamak rahi thin, kurta ke neeche uski kamar ab bhi meri hatheli ki yaad rakh rahi thi. Koi agla waada nahi kiya. Canvas wahi khadi thi. Main seedi utar gaya, geeli deewar haath lagti rahi, neeche gali mein kutta ab chup tha.
Gate ke us paar chowkidar ki lathi ki thak-thak dur ja rahi thi. Upar khidki band hui, ek halki si click. Main gali ke mod se nikalte hue apni shirt ke galat button theek karta raha, aur rang ka neela nishan gardan par bacha raha, jaise pehli baar ka nishan kisi register mein nahi, chamdi par utar aaya ho.
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