“Agar tujhe meri wajah se itni sharm aati hai, to nikal ja,” Vikram ne kaha, aur uski awaaz kamre ke kone tak takrai.
Main darwaze ki kundi par haath rakhe khada tha. Ek joota pehna hua tha, doosra haath mein latak raha tha. Fancy Bazaar ke chai ke thele par jo hua tha, woh ab bhi adhoora tha.
Usne aaj shaam ko sabke saamne mera kandha chhooa tha, aur main ek pal mein peeche hat gaya tha. Vikram ke coaching centre ka ek student wahan se nikal raha tha. Main dara, aur uska chehra turant thanda pad gaya.
Guwahati ke is garm mausam mein bhi meri ungliyan thandi thi. Bharat ke is kone par log aankhen uthate hain, aur main yeh jaanta tha. Phir bhi uska dard galat nahi tha.
“Main nahi nikal raha,” maine kaha, aur joota neeche rakh diya. “Jo baat beech mein atki hai, usko yahin khatam kar.”
Vikram palat kar khidki ke paas gaya, lekin uske kandhe kase hue the. Ceiling fan tez ghoom raha tha. Hum akele the, kamra chhota tha, aur beech ka silence aur bhi bhari lag raha tha.
“Tu peeche hat gaya, Sohail. Jaise main koi gandi cheez hoon.”
“Tu gandi cheez nahi hai. Main dar gaya tha. Woh ladka tera student hai.”
Woh meri taraf dekha. Uski aankhen geeli nahi thi, lekin gusse ke neeche thakaan saaf thi. “Phir bhi tu yahan se jaane ko khada tha.”
Maine doosra joota bhi utar diya. Pairon ke talwe farsh ki thandak par pade. Darwaza ab bhi thoda khula tha, lekin main uske paas se hata nahi, ulte ek kadam andar ki taraf aaya.
Rukne ka faisla
“Ruk. Yahi. Aaj nahi jaaunga.” Maine kaha, aur awaaz sochi se tez nikal gayi.
Vikram ne meri shirt ke button ko nahi chhua pehle. Usne sirf itna poocha, “Tu ab bhi meri taraf aana chahta hai, ya sirf guilt mein khada hai?”
“Guilt nahi. Tujhe.” Maine uska haath pakda. “Jo karna hai, dono ki marzi se karna hai. Agar tu nahi chahta to main yahin baith jaunga, lekin door nahi jaunga.”
Usne meri ungliyon ko dabaaya, phir chhod diya, phir dubara pakda. Itna sa ishara kaafi tha. Hum dono gay hain, yeh baat kamre mein pehle se thi, lekin aaj pehli baar us lafz ke saath saans bhi mil rahi thi.
Uske honth mere honthon par aaye, pehle gusse ki tarah, phir dheere. Main ne uski kamar pakdi. Shirt ke kapde ke neeche uski garam twacha thi. Fan ki hawa peeth par chali, lekin beech ka garmapana nahi ghatta.
Khidki ke parde hil rahe the. Niche gali se rickshaw ki ghanti ki awaaz aayi, phir khatam ho gayi. Hindustan ke kai shehron ki tarah Guwahati bhi bahar shor rakhta hai, andar chup. Us chup mein Vikram ka muh mere gale par ruka.
“Yeh shirt nikaal,” usne kaha, aur maine pehle do button khol diye. Baaki usne khud kiye. Meri chhati par uska haath raha, phir neeche gaya, jeans ki belt tak.
Main uski white shirt ke pallu ko nikaal kar bahar kiya. Uske seene par halka paseena tha. Maine honth wahan rakhe. Woh ek lambi saans bhara, aur uski kamar meri taraf dhakki.
Jeans dono ki ek ke baad ek khuli. Underwear ab bhi thi, lekin dono ke lund kapde ke andar kase hue dikh rahe the. Maine uska kapda neeche kiya. Uska lund bhari hui garam naseel shakal mein saamne aaya. Maine haath phera, base se upar, dheere, jaise abhi bhi jhagda beech mein ho.
“Tez mat kar,” usne kaha, lekin uski kamar aage ko dhakki. “Pehle dekh, main bhi tujhe chahoonga.”
Maine ghutnon ke bal baith kar uska lund muh ke kareeb laaya. Pehli chat sirf sirre par thi. Namak aur garam chamdi. Phir main ne aur andar liya. Vikram ki ungliyan mere baal mein ghusi, lekin khinchin nahi, bas rakhne ke liye.
Uski saans badli. Kabhi rukti, kabhi nikal jaati. Main ne jeebh ghumayi, gaal khinche, phir chhoda, phir dubara liya. Yeh koi list nahi thi, sirf uske kanpti jangh ka jawab tha.
“Sohail.” Sirf naam. Uske gale se nikal kar mere muh tak aaya.
Maine uska lund chhoda aur uth kar uske honth chume, taaki use meri zabaan ka swad mile. Usne meri underwear bhi utar di. Mera lund uske pet se takraya. Dono ke beech ghisai hui, geeli, tez.
Jo chaha tha woh kiya
Bed tak pahunchna koi lambi yatra nahi thi. Teen kadam, phir gaddhe ka dabav. Vikram peeth ke bal let gaya, main uske upar. Uske kandhon par meri hatheliyan rahi, uski thighs meri janghon ke bahar.
Maine uski gaand ke kareeb ungli pheri. Woh tight tha, lekin peeche nahi hata. “Haan,” usne kaha, aur yeh ek lafz ke alawa koi lecture nahi diya. Maine thook se ungli geeli ki, dheere andar ki. Uski aankhen band hui, honth khule.
Doosri ungli ke saath uski saans aur gehli. Main rukta jab uski kamar kas jaati, phir chalta jab woh khud neeche ko dhakkta. Itna hi ishara. Koi baar baar poochna nahi.
Jab uski body ne jagah di, maine apna lund uski gaand ke ched par rakha. Sirf sirra andar gaya, aur dono ek saath ruk gaye. Garmi, dabav, thoda dard uske chehre par, phir woh dard pighal kar bhari saans ban gaya.
“Aur de,” usne kaha. Maine aur diya. Andar tak nahi, pehle adha, phir ruk, phir poora. Uski gaand ne mera lund kas liya. Main uske seene par maathe ko rakh kar ek pal bas saans leta raha.
Phir harkat shuru hui. Pehle chhoti. Bed ki paaye halki si chikri. Fan ke neeche meri peeth par paseena beha. Vikram ke nakhun meri kamar par lage, na itne tez ki chot lage, na itne dheele ki main samajh na paaun.
Har dhakke ke saath uska lund hamare peton ke beech dabta. Maine haath neeche kiya aur usko masla, uske lund ke sirre par geelapan tha. Woh aur khul gaya. Uski awaaz ab gusse wali nahi, bhari hui thi.
“Wahan. Haan. Wahi.”
Maine angle badla, uski ek taang apne kandhe ke kareeb uthayi. Is baar lund aur gehrai tak gaya. Vikram ki aankhen khuli, mujhe dekha, aur us dekhne mein Fancy Bazaar ka woh pal bhi tha, lekin ab peeche hatne wala main nahi tha.
Tez hua. Kamra chhota hone ki wajah se saansein badi lag rahi thi. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Main uske muh se chipka, chuma, phir uske gale par daant rakhe bina kaate sirf saans chhodi.
Usne meri kamar pakad kar mujhe aur andar khincha. Main choda, ruk kar bhi choda, uski gaand ki garmi mein apna lund khoya. Kabhi dheere, jab uski thighs kaanpne lagti, kabhi tez, jab woh khud neeche se milata.
Paseena uske baal ki latt mein chipka. Maine woh latt hatayi, kaan ke peeche honth rakhe. “Main yahin hoon,” itna hi kaha, kyunki usko yahi sunna tha, koi badi baat nahi.
Uske lund par meri mutthi tez hui. Woh neeche se aur khula. Chhed ne mera lund aur kasa. Meri janghein kaanpin. Main aur gehra gaya, uski gaand ke andar last dhakke, aur woh meri mutthi mein nikal aaya, garam, chipchipa, apne pet par.
Uske nikalne ki kasak ne mujhe bhi kheench liya. Maine uski gaand ke andar hi jhad diya, ek ke baad ek, jab tak kamar ki lakir dheeli nahi padi. Uski aankhen band rahi, lekin uska haath mere baal se nahi hata.
Hum waise hi pade rahe, lund ab dheela hota hua uske andar se bahar aaya. Beech mein geelapan tha, saans ab bhi tez thi. Main uske bagal mein let gaya, seena se seena nahi, kandha se kandha.
Andar hi rehne ka irada
Fan ki hawa ab thandi lag rahi thi. Vikram ne apna ek haath mere pet par rakha, wahan jahan uska khud ka nikalna sookh raha tha. Koi badi safaai nahi hui, sirf uski hatheli ka wazan.
“Woh student kal bhi dikhega,” usne halki awaaz mein kaha.
“Dikhega. Main phir bhi tere saath chaye loonga. Itna peeche nahi hatoonga.” Yeh wada calendar ka nahi tha, sirf us pal ka.
Woh chup raha. Meri taraf dekh kar usne meri kamar par ungli ghumayi, jaise ab bhi yakeen kar raha ho ki main kamre mein hoon.
Main uth kar darwaze ki taraf gaya. Joota wahi pada tha jahan maine chhoda tha. Vikram ke kandhe kas gaye, socha hoga main nikalne wala hoon.
Maine kundi andar se lapet di. Darwaza band hua, ek saaf klik ke saath. Joota uthaya nahi, sirf pair se kinare kiya. Palat kar bed ki taraf aaya aur uske bagal mein baith gaya, nanga, thaka, lekin yahin.
Usne mera haath pakda. Main uske seene par maathe ko rakh kar let gaya. Bahar gali ka shor tha, andar sirf do mardon ki saans. Guwahati ki raat aage badhi, aur main us raat ko bahar nahi chhoda.