Nidhi ka haath hall ke lohe ke darwaze par tha, kalai itni kas ke pakdi hui thi jaise loha hi uska jawab de dega. “Main jaa rahi hoon, Varun. Tu meri baat ke beech wrist watch dekhta hai, phir meri line ko apni tarah todta hai. Aaj kaafi ho gaya.”
“Line tooti nahi thi,” maine kaha, lekin meri awaaz us jhagde ko khatam nahi kar paayi jo rehearsal ke baad yahin atka tha. “Tu last beat nahi dekh rahi. Agar tu ab chali gayi to yeh adhoora reh jayega.”
Usne darwaza ek inch khola. Bahar Varanasi ki gali se cycle ki ghanti aur dur Ganga ki taraf shaam ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Bharat ke is purane shehar mein aisi shaamein jaldi bhari ho jati hain, aur yeh kamra ab sirf hamare gusse se garam tha.
Nidhi mudi. Uski aankhen gusse mein chamak rahi thi, pair abhi bhi dehleez par the. “Tu jeetna chahta hai ya meri baat sunna?”
“Sunna. Ruk.” Maine haath nahi badhaya. “Agar nikalna hai to nikal. Main yahin poster ke neeche khada rahunga.”
Woh do saans leti rahi. Phir darwaza andar khinch kar band kiya. Kundi nahi lagi. Sirf patti frame par wapas aayi. “Theek hai. Main rukti hoon. Isliye nahi ki tu sahi nikla. Isliye ki main yeh jhagda yahi khatam karna chahti hoon.”
Adhoora jhagda darwaze par
Hum dono saat saal pehle yahi college play mein mile the. Tab se dosti adult thi, kaam saath tha, lekin aaj pehli baar uska gussa itna kareeb se meri saans ko kaat raha tha. Maroon kurti pasine se gardan par chipak rahi thi, kala dupatta pehle hi kursi par daala hua tha.
“Watch isliye dekhi thi kyunki Maa ne aarti ke liye keha tha,” maine kaha. “Isliye nahi ki teri line sasti lagi.”
Nidhi ne honth dabaye. “Har baar teri Maa, teri time, tera beat. Meri line bhi scene ka hissa hai, Varun.”
Beech mein do kadam ka fasla tha, rehearsal ke neele mats pe peeche sarke hue. Fan dheemi kat-kat kar raha tha. Uske baal kanpte hue gaal par gir rahe the, aur meri shirt ke button pehle se hi khule hue the kyunki heat ne kamra chhota kar diya tha.
Woh aage aayi, itni kareeb ki uski saans meri collarbone par padi. “Agar main ruki hoon to meri baat poori sun. Scene ka last beat meri khamoshi nahi, meri awaaz hai.”
Maine sir hilaya. Gussa ab bhi tha, lekin uska haath mere jaw par rakhne se pehle usne ruk kar dekha. Phir usne chuma, tez nahi, bas itna saaf ki jhagda ab sirf munh par nahi, honthon par utar aaya.
“Nidhi, yeh jhagda sex nahi hai,” maine honth alag karke kaha. “Tu yahin isliye hai kyunki tujhe rukhna tha. Agar tu rukna chahti hai to theek. Warna darwaza abhi bhi band nahi hai.”
“Varun, main yahin hoon kyunki mujhe tujhe chhuna hai. Itna sawal mat kar.” Usne meri shirt ke do button aur khole, aur meri ungliyon ko apni kamar par rakh diya.
Kurti ka kapda uski kamar par sarakne laga jab maine use upar kiya. Neeche kala bra, saans se uth’ti hui. Uski chuchi kapde ke peeche sakht thi, aur jab maine unhe haath se dabaya to uski aankhen band ho gayin, gussa ab bhi unki palakon mein tha, lekin awaaz nikal aayi.
“Yahan,” usne kaha, meri kalaai ko apni chhaati par dabaye rakha. “Itna soch mat.”
Rukne ke baad jo hua
Jeans ka zip uski pet ke neeche atka. Maine use dheere utara, aur woh khud hi pairon se kapda nikal kar mat par rakhne lagi, ek joota idhar, ek udhar. Panty geeli thi beech se. Maine ungli uski chut par feri to usne meri gardan pakad li, naakhun halka sa gade.
“Geeli ho,” maine kaha, aur usne hans diya, gusse wala hansna nahi, thaka hua.
“Tu bhi khada hai, yeh bhi dekh le.” Usne mera zip khola. Mera lund jeans ke andar dabba hua tha, aur jab usne underwear neeche kiya to uska haath garam tha, pakad tez nahi, bas pakka.
Hum khade-khade ragadte rahe, poster ke neeche, jahan abhi bhi adhoori line likhi thi. Uski thighs meri thighs se takrati rahi. Maine bra ka hook khola, chuchiyan muh mein li, jeebh ghumayi, aur uski kamar meri taraf dhal gayi jaise jhagda ab us haddi tak utar aaya ho jahan shabd nahi chahiye.
Mat par letne se pehle usne meri shirt poori utar di. Mere kandhon par uske honth phire, phir neeche, pet par, phir usne mera lund muh mein liya. Garam, geela, dheere. Maine uske baal peche kiye, zor nahi, bas dekhne ke liye. Uski aankhen upar uthin, aur us pal mein gussa aur chahat ek hi saans ban gaye.
“Itna tez nahi,” usne muh hata kar kaha. “Pehle mujhe.”
Maine use mat par litaya, jeans ab dono ke pairon ke paas ek dher. Uski chut par muh rakhte hi usne meri sir pakad li. Jeebh se chhed ko chata, do ungliyan andar, dheere, phir tez jab uski thighs meri kanpati par dabi. Uski awaaz hall ke khali kone mein tuti, phir dabi, jaise koi bahar gali se sun le.
“Andar aa,” usne kaha, saans phooli hui. “Ab.”
Maine condom jean ke pichhle pocket se nikal kar lagaya, jo rehearsal se pehle wahan tha bina kisi plan ke. Uski taangein meri kamar par lapeti. Pehla dhakka dhira tha. Uski chut ne pakda, garam, tight, aur usne meri peeth par naakhun fer diye.
“Aur,” usne kaha. Sirf itna.
Doosra dhakka tez tha. Kamra fan ki awaaz se kat’ta raha, bahar Hindustan ke is ghat shehar ki raat khidki ke peeche jagmagati rahi, lekin andar sirf hamari saansein thi. Maine uski kamar pakdi, usne apna ek haath mere baal mein diya, doosra mat ke kinare. Rhythm tuta, phir juda, kabhi dheere jab uski aankhen khulin, kabhi tez jab usne meri kamar apni taraf kheench li.
“Yahi beat tha,” usne daanton ke beech kaha, aur main hans diya, pasina gaal par behne laga. Jhagde ki line yahin aa kar toot gayi, lekin yeh jeet nahi thi. Yeh uska rukna tha, uska chahna tha.
Uski chuchiyon ko haath se masalte hue maine kamar jhukayi. Uski chut geeli siski de rahi thi har dhakke par. Kabhi usne mujhe neeche dhakela, khud upar aayi, jeans ke dher ke paas ghutnon ke bal baith kar mera lund apni chut mein utari, dheere, phir poori. Uski thighs kaanp rahi thi. Maine uski kamar tham kar uske dhakke liye, uske gaand ke naram hisse par haath rakha, zor nahi, bas saath.
“Varun,” usne kaha, awaaz tuti hui. “Wahin. Mat nikal.”
Thodi der hum usi speed par rahe, na checklist, na naya kamra, sirf yahi mat, yahi poster, yahi lohe ka darwaza jo ab bhi bina kundi ke band tha. Uski ras meri ungliyon par thi jab maine chut ke upar wale naram hisse ko gosha diya. Woh jhuk gayi, maatha mere kandhon par, daant halka sa chamdi par.
Orgasm uske pet se uth kar aaya, pehle ek siskari, phir uski chut ne mera lund ko baar-baar pakda. Maine bhi nahi roka. Condom ke andar girte hue bhi main uski kamar se chipka raha, lambi saans lekar, uske baal honth se hataate hue.
Thodi der dono leti rahe. Pasina saaf karne ke liye usne apna dupatta nahi uthaya, sirf meri shirt ka kone se apni gardan ponchhi, phir meri. Uski aankhen ab gusse se kam, thakan se zyada bhari thi.
“Line meri hi rehne do,” usne ceiling ko dekhte hue kaha. “Kal director ko yahi bolo.”
“Theek hai.” Maine uski thighs par haath rakha, na sex ke liye, sirf isliye ki woh abhi bhi kaanp rahi thi. Kapde wapas pehnane ki koi jaldi na thi us pal, lekin kamre ki garmi ab utar rahi thi.
Watch dekh kar turant nikalna
Nidhi ne meri kalaai uthayi, wahi wrist watch jise dekh kar jhagda shuru hua tha. Sui aath baj kar pachpan par thi. Aarti ka time nikal chuka tha, lekin Maa ghat par prasad ke packet ke saath khadi rehti hai jab main late hota hoon.
“Tu ab bhi time dekh raha hai,” usne kaha, lekin awaaz mein hansi thi, kaid nahi.
Maine jeans pehni, shirt ke button galat hole mein daale, nikaale, wapas sahi kiye. Joota ek pair ke paas tha, doosra poster ke neeche. Condom mat ke kinare bandha, usne kagaz ke cone mein daal kar dustbin ki taraf fenka, bina lecture ke.
“Main tujhe gali tak nahi chhod sakta,” maine kaha, watch phir dekhte hue. “Maa Dashashwamedh nahi, yeh wala chhota ghat, lekin wait karegi. Mujhe abhi nikalna hai.”
Nidhi ne kurti pehni, bra andar se theek kiya, jeans uthayi. “Ja. Scene kal. Meri line ke saath.”
Darwaza kholte hi gali ki hawa aayi, thandi, Ganga ki taraf se. Main pair andher mein atka, sambhla, aur bina wapas mude hall se nikal gaya, is irade ke saath ki pehle ghat, pehle Maa, pehle woh packet, aur posters yahin pade reh gaye jaise adhoora jhagda ab bhi deewar par likha ho.