Sana ne kadhai ki aanch band ki aur karchi sink par patak di. “Faisla abhi do. Aaj raat mere saath sooge, ya yeh chai peeke seedha ghar chale jaoge?”
Main do pyaliyon ke saath beech kitchen mein ruk gaya. Uske sawal ne meri roz ki aadat kaat di.
“Itni jaldi?” meri awaaz khurduri nikli.
“Jaldi nahi. Teen hafte se hum yahi khel rahe hain.” Apron ke feete usne dheele kiye, lekin kapda utara nahi. “Main untees ki hoon, tu bhi bacha nahi. Bhubaneswar mein, India ke is coastal shehar mein, log shaam ko bas shikayat karte hain. Main nahi karungi.”
Woh meri taraf do kadam aayi. “Haan ya na. Na bola to kal se hum wapas sirf chai wale dost. Koi gussa nahi. Magar aaj decide kar.”
Pyaliyon ki dhaar se pani tapka. Maine unhe counter par rakh diya. “Haan. Main rukunga.”
Uske munh par koi lambi muskaan nahi bani. Sirf saans tez hui. Woh itni nazdeek aayi ki meri kameez ka pehla button uski ungliyon ke neeche aa gaya.
Seedha sawal
Button khulte hi uski hatheli mere seene par ruki. Main neeche nahi dekha. Uski aankhen meri aankhon par thi, aur uski aankhen geeli nahi, tez thi.
“Ab tu sochna band kar,” usne kaha. “Jo bola, wahi kar.”
Maine uske kamar par haath rakha. Uski kamar patli thi, cotton kurti ke neeche garm. Kurti ke hem ko maine upar kiya, usne khud apne haath se aur upar khinch liya. Kapda sir ke upar se nikalte hi uske baal chehre par gir gaye.
Bra ka hook peeche tha. Meri ungliyon ne use khola. Cup girte hi uske stan meri hatheli mein bhar gaye. Main unhe dabaata raha, nahi, thoda zor se, kyunki usne khud apna seena aage kiya.
“Yahin?” maine poocha, awaaz kam karke.
“Yahin se shuru kar. Kamre ka chakkar baad mein.”
Jeans ki zip usne khud kheench li. Main uski thighs ke bahar wale hisson ko masalta raha jab kapda ghutnon tak utra. Panty geeli thi, cotton ka geela pan ungliyon par chipak gaya. Maine kapda ek taraf sarkaaya aur uski chut par do ungliyan pheri.
Sana ne meri kameez ke baaki button khol diye, phir meri belt. Mera lund jeans ke andar se tight tha. Usne underwear ke elastic ko neeche dhakela aur hatheli se pakad liya. Pehla stroke itna seedha tha ki meri saans atak gayi.
Kitchen ki tile thandi thi, lekin uski body garm. Maine use counter ke kinaare tak dhakela, nahi dhakka, ek controlled kadam. Usne khud ek taang meri kamar par chadhai. Meri ungliyan uski chut ke andar gayi, do, phir dheere. Geelahat itni thi ki awaaz bhi aayi.
“Aur andar,” usne kaha, daant bichhaaye hue.
Maine ungliyon ko tedha kiya. Uski chut ne pakad liya. Uski saans meri gardan par giri. Main uske nipples ko muh mein liye hue tha, pehle daye, phir baye, jeebh se ghumata, daant se halka kaatta. Woh sir nahi hilati thi jaise film mein hota hai. Sirf uski ungliyan mere baal mein kas ti rahi.
Jeans ko maine poora utaar diya. Mera lund uski pet ke neeche tak lagta raha. Usne use apni chut ke upar ragda, clit par, geele maas par, lekin andar nahi liya.
“Abhi nahi khada rakh,” usne kaha. “Pehle mujhe choos.”
Main ghutnon par aa gaya. Tile ne dheere se chubhaaya. Uski thighs mere kandhon ke dono taraf thi. Maine uski chut ko jeebh se phaada, upar se neeche, clit ko honthon ke beech dabaaya. Uska haath mere sar par tha, dhakka nahi, direction.
Namak aur garm pan dono the. Maine do ungliyan wapas andar ki, jeebh bahar. Uski saans tootne lagi. “Wahi… wahi rakh.”
Jab uski taangein kaanpne lagi, maine tez kiya. Uski chut meri jeebh ke round par sitakne lagi. Ek awaaz nikli jo kitchen ke bartan tak lagi. Uske baad woh mujhe baalon se upar kheench laayi.
Jo jawab maine diya
Hum dono kitchen se teen kadam hat kar takiye wale kone tak gaye. Wahi ghar, wahi farsh, koi naya kamra nahi. Sana ne takiya neeche dhakela aur khud let gayi. Main uske upar aaya, apna ek haath uske sar ke paas, doosra uski thighs ke beech.
“Ab andar aa,” usne kaha. “Dheere, phir jitna chahiye.”
Maine apna lund uski chut ke muh par rakha. Geelahat ne khud rasta diya. Pehla dhakka poora nahi tha. Doosra gaya, teesra uske andar tak. Uski chut ne kas liya, itna ki meri kamar ruk gayi.
“Haan… ab hila.”
Maine hilaaya. Pehle chhote, phir lambe. Uski thighs meri kamar ko lapeteti rahi. Har baar jab mera lund bahar tak aata, woh geeli click si awaaz deti. Main uske stan dabaata, kabhi muh, kabhi hatheli. Uski aankhen kabhi band, kabhi meri taraf.
“Zor se,” usne kaha, aur yeh request thi, hukm nahi.
Maine kamar uthaayi aur tezi se choda. Farsh par takiye khisakne lage. Sana ne apna ek haath neeche bheja, apni clit masalne. Meri ungliyan uske haath ke saath takraayi, phir saath kaam karne lagi.
Uski chut aur bhi geeli ho gayi. Maine use palatne ko kaha. Woh pet ke bal leti, kuhniyon par uth. Main peeche se ghusa. Is angle par gehraai badh gayi. Meri hatheli uski kamar par thi, uski kamar meri ungliyon ke neeche lachakti rahi.
“Aur pakad,” uski awaaz gadhe mein dubi.
Maine uske baal ek mutthi mein liye, zor nahi, bas rasta. Har dhakke par uske stan neeche se latakte. Kitchen ki khidki band thi, fan chal raha tha, lekin paseena dono ke peeth par tha.
Woh palat kar baithi. “Ab main upar.”
Main let gaya. Sana ne mera lund pakad kar apni chut par baitha. Pehla baithna dheere tha, doosra poora. Usne apne haath mere seene par rakh kar hilaayi, gol, phir seedha. Uske stan mere munh ke upar jhule. Maine unhe choosa jab woh chudwati rahi.
“Mihir,” usne mera naam liya, pehli baar is raat itne saaf. “Ab nikal mat. Andar hi rakh.”
Maine uski thighs pakad li. Woh tez hui. Uski chut mera lund ko nichodne lagi, lehja badla, saans tuti. Main uske clit ko ungli se ragadta raha jab tak uska jism kas nahi gaya. Uski saans ek jagah atak kar toot i. Geeli taral meri jangh tak behne lagi.
Uske baad bhi woh hilaati rahi, dheeme. Main ab khud ke kinaare par tha. “Main nikalne wala hoon.”
“Andar. Aaj andar.”
Maine kamar upar ki, do tez dhakke, teesra. Mera lund uski chut ke andar dhadka, maal bhar gaya. Uski thighs meri kamar ko kas ke pakde rahi jab tak meri saans lambi nahi hui.
Hum waise hi pade rahe, ek minute, zyada nahi. Fan ki hawa paseene ko thanda karne lagi. Sana ne meri chhati se sar uthaya. Uski aankhen ab tez nahi, thaki hui thi, lekin koi sharm nahi.
Maine uske maathe se geele baal hataaye. Woh hans nahi i. Sirf meri kalaai ko ek baar dabaaya.
Kitchen mein kadhai ab bhi sink ke paas thi. Chai kabhi bani hi nahi. Bharat ke is kone mein log shaam ko chupchaap bartan dhote hain, lekin is ghar mein bartan waise ke waise pade the.
Sana ne meri jangh se apna jism uthaya. Mera lund nikalte hi thoda maal uski thighs par chalak aaya. Usne tissue nahi maanga. Apna kurta uthaya, pehna nahi, bas kandhe par daala.
“Tu ab nikal.”
Main uske chehre ko dekhta raha. “Itni jaldi?”
“Haan. Jo maanga tha, mil gaya. Ab mujhe apna sketch khatam karna hai, aur tujhe apni cycle pakadni hai. Kal jo bhi ho, aaj raat yeh ghar phir chai wala nahi rahega.”
Sandal leke nikalna
Main uth kar underwear aur jeans pehnane laga. Kameez ke button galat pad gaye, maine doosri baar lagaye. Sana ne meri sandals darwaze ke paas laakar rakh di. Uski chut se ab bhi dheere dheere kuch tapak raha tha, lekin usne panty nahi pehni. Kurta aadha khula, woh kitchen light ke neeche khadi rahi.
“Lock khud laga lena bahar se mat sochna. Main andar se karungi.”
Maine sandals pehne. Darwaza usne khud khola. Seedhiyon ki hawa andar aayi, Bhubaneswar ki raat ki, namak si, garm.
Main uske kandhe ko haath nahi lagaya. Woh bhi aage nahi aayi. Sirf itna kaha, “Kal message mat kar pehle. Main karungi.”
Main seedhiyon par utra. Peeche darwaza band hua, kundi lagi. Upar kitchen ki roshni ab chidki nahi dikhti thi. Maine cycle ki lock kholi, peddle dabaya, aur gali ke mod tak bina mule hue nikal gaya.