Main darwaze ke paas jhuk kar left chappal ki patti lapet raha tha jab speaker ne meri hi awaaz dubara phenk di. Living room ki dim yellow light mein Malavika sofa ke kinare baithi thi. Cotton kurta uske ghutnon tak thi, aur uske haath mein chhota remote tha jo dabaaya nahi ja raha tha.
Chappal ka strap ungli se fisal gaya. Floor thanda laga, jaise window ke niche ki tile hamesha thandi rehti hai.
“Naveen, tu abhi nikalne wala hai?” usne poocha. Nazar speaker par nahi, mere kandhe par thi.
Main khada hua. Meri shirt ke do button khule the, jeans ki belt bandh chuki thi. “Haan. Tune kaha recording pack ho gayi. Main samjha tujhe neend aa rahi hai.”
Speaker par pehle hasi thi. Phir meri awaaz ne, bilkul saaf, kaha ki main uski thighs ke beech muh rakhna chahta hoon. Woh line tab mazaak thi. Ab wahi line loop par thi, aur har baar thodi tez.
Malavika ne remote ko cushion par rakh diya, band kiye bagair. “Main yeh clip kisi ko nahi bhej rahi. Birthday roast ke liye nahi banayi thi maine. Teen baar sun chuki hoon. Teesri baar teri chappal se pehle.”
Yeh seedhi admission thi. Pair darwaze ke wood par atak gaya.
Bharat ke is tatiye hisse Kerala mein log samundar ke kareeb rehte hain, aur Kochi ki yeh building harbour se kuch lane door thi. Auto ki soch aayi, phir uski baat ne woh soch kaat di.
“Tu has rahi thi recording mein,” maine kaha. “Laga tu embarrass ho gayi, isliye main nikal raha hoon.”
“Hansi usliye thi kyunki tu itna seedha bol gaya.” Malavika khadi hui. Kurta ka hem uski thighs ke upar uth gaya, phir gir gaya. “Ab hasi nahi hai. Mujhe woh sunna hai jo tune kaha, lekin awaaz se nahi. Tere muh se, yahin.”
Handle chhoot gaya. India ke doosre metro shehron jaisi bheed is floor par nahi thi. Sirf ek speaker ki ghumti dirty line thi, aur do log jo ab bich mein khade the.
Speaker ne palat diya
“Agar main yahin ruka, toh woh mazaak nahi rahega.” Meri awaaz speaker se halki pad gayi.
“Mazaak kab ka khatam ho chuka.” Usne mera khula button pakda, kheencha nahi, bas pakda. “Nikalna hai toh nikal. Lekin remote mere paas hai, aur main ise band nahi karungi jab tak tu yeh samajhta rahega ki main khel rahi hoon.”
Loop ne phir wahi line chhodi. Malavika ki aankhen nahi jhuki. Uske baal kaan ke peeche se nikal aaye the, aur uski saans kurta ke gireban ko uthati thi.
Main uske kareeb gaya. “Yahi chahiye tujhe? Abhi, is awaaz ke saath?”
“Haan.” Ek shabd, koi lecture nahi. Usne mera haath apni kamar par rakh diya, aur khud aage badh kar meri shirt ke khule hisson se chipak gayi.
Pehla kiss jaldbazi wala nahi tha. Honth pehle rukey, phir dabe. Speaker ne beech mein hasi phenki, lekin kamra us hasi se nahi, uske daanton ki halki kharash se bhara.
Jeans ki belt meri hi ungli se dhili hui. Malavika ne kurta upar nahi phenka turant. Pehle mera muh uski gardan par aaya, phir collarbone par, phir us kapde ke neeche wale garm hisse par jahan bra ki patti nahi thi, sirf naram skin thi.
“Sofa,” usne kaha, darwaze ki taraf peeth kiye. “Yahin. Main bistar tak nahi jaungi aur tujhe sochne ka time nahi dungi.”
Hum sofa par girte hue nahi, dhakke se baithe. Cushion pehle se daba hua tha. Remote uske kuele ke paas larakar ruka, volume waisi hi rahi.
Kurta sir ke upar nikalte waqt uske baal chehre par aa gaye. Main ne unhe hataya. Uski chhati saamne thi, nipple thande kamre mein khade, aur mere muh ne unhe gher liya. Woh peeth se sofa ke backrest tak jhuki, ek awaaz nikaali jo recording mein nahi thi.
Shorts ki elastic asaan thi. Uski thighs ke andar nami pehle se thi, jaise loop ki teesri baar ne kaam shuru kar diya ho. Meri do ungliyan geeli fold ke beech fislain, aur uski chut ne unhe dabaaya, nahi dhakela.
“Wahi kar,” usne kaha, gardan upar. “Jo tune audio mein kaha tha.”
Main sofa se floor ki taraf nahi, uske ghutnon ke beech khiska. Jeans abhi kamar par thi, belt khuli. Uski shorts ek taang se latki rahi. Meri zubaan uski chut par lagi to speaker ne meri purani line dobara kahi, aur asli kamre mein Malavika ki ungliyan mere baal pakad gayin.
Geeli gandh, halka namak, uski thighs meri kaanon par. Main ne clit ko chhota gol kiya, phir neeche slit tak. Woh meri shirt ke kandhe masalti rahi, kabhi rukti, kabhi kasti.
“Aur andar.” Woh order jaisi thi, lekin awaaz kaamp rahi thi. Meri zabaan uski chut ke andar gayi, naak uske upar dabi, aur uski kamar uth kar mere muh se takrai.
Jeans ab rukaawat thi. Main khada hua, zipper utara, underwear ke saath neeche kheencha. Mera lund bhari hui naseel state mein tha, sir geela. Malavika ne haath badha kar usko pakda, ek slow stroke, ungli uske niche ke skin par.
Pocket mein condom tha, roz ka nahi, aaj subah ki aadat ka. Packet phaada, ring chadhaaya, roll kiya. Latex ki khushbu speaker ki tinny hasi ke upar aa gayi.
Woh let gayi, ek taang sofa ke arm par, doosri mere kamar ke peeche. “Dheere se mat. Audio mein tune dheere ka wada nahi kiya.”
Ijaazat ke baad
Pehla dhakka uski chut ke muh par ruka, phir andar gaya. Geeli thi, tight thi, aur uski aankhen band hote hi khul gayin. Meri shirt ab bhi half body par thi, uske nange kandhon se ragad khati.
Rhythm jaldi mil gayi kyunki speaker ki loop ne beech beech mein wahi dirty line fenki, aur har baar Malavika ki ungliyan meri peeth par nishan chhodti. Main ne uski thighs ko apni kamar se sataaya, lund poora andar tak, nikalte waqt uski nami condom ke upar chamakti.
“Yahin… yahin daba.” Usne mera haath apni chuchi par rakha. Main ne nipple ko anguthe se ghumana, muh doosri chuchi par. Uski saans meri kaan ke paas phooti, kabhi mera naam, kabhi bas ek gala hua swar.
Sofa ki ek taang halki si chhalki. Hum rukey nahi. Main ne uski kamar ke neeche haath diya, uthaya, aur angle badla. Lund uski chut ki uparwali deewar se ragda, aur uske daant mere shirt ke kapde mein gaad gaye.
“Tu ab bhi jaa sakta hai,” usne beech mein kaha, saans ke beech, mazaak nahi, ek last kaanta. Maine jawab mein tez dhakka diya, uski chut ne dabaaya, aur uske honth meri gardan par khul gaye.
Kapde neeche floor par the, chappal darwaze ke paas adhoori. Malavika ne meri shirt aakhir mein utar di, seene se seena sata, paseena mil gaya. Uski nipples meri chhati se ragad khati rahi, har dhakke par.
Main ne usko sofa par ghumaaya, ghutne cushion par, peeth meri taraf. Uski gaand gol uthii, uski chut beech mein chamakti. Lund wapas andar, is baar gehra, aur mere haath uski kamar ke dono taraf.
Speaker ne hasi phenki. Asli Malavika ne koi hasi nahi di, sirf ek lammi awaaz di jab main ne apna ek haath aage laakar clit masla. Uski thighs kaanpne lagi, pair sofa ke kinare se phisalney lage.
“Ruk mat.” Do shabd, daanton ke beech. Main rukaa nahi. Dhakke chhote aur tez hue, condom ki patli duniya ke saath bhi garmi saaf thi. Uski chut bar bar kasti, jaise woh recording ki line ko poora kar rahi ho.
Woh palat kar meri god mein aa gayi, taangein mere sides par. Ab control uske ghutnon ka tha. Uski chut mere lund par baithi, poori, aur uske baal mere muh par girne lage. Main ne unhe pakda, nahi kheencha zyada, bas saath diya.
Uski aankhen meri aankhon mein thin. Koi door ki fantasy nahi, sirf yeh kamra, yeh loop, yeh geela ragad. Usne apni chhati mere muh ke paas laayi, main ne choosa, aur uski kamar ne gol chakka kaata.
Paseena uski kamar ki lakeer par behne laga. Main ne zubaan se wahan se chat kar upar kiya, namak aur uski cream mil kar. Mera lund andar dhadak raha tha, condom ke andar tight, nikalne ke kareeb.
“Abhi nahi, thoda…” usne kaha, lekin body ne wait nahi kiya. Uski chut ne ek lambe round mein dabaaya, thighs meri sides par kasi, aur woh mere kandhon par jhuk gayi, daant meri skin par, awaaz dabi hui.
Uske climax ke dauran main andar hi raha, chhote dhakke, clit par angutha. Jab uski saans tooti, tab meri bhi tooti. Lund condom ke andar uchhla, garmi bhari, aur main uski kamar pakad kar do second ke liye sofa mein gaad gaya.
Loop ne phir woh purani line kahi. Is baar dono hans nahi paaye, sirf saans li.
Jo ab yahin hai
Condom abhi bhi chadha tha jab main nikal aaya. Malavika sofa par leti rahi, ek taang neeche, kurta floor par, shorts ek pair ke paas. Remote uske kuele se lagbhag chipka hua tha.
Main bathroom nahi bhaaga. Tissue box table par tha, kaam ho gaya, zyada safai ka khel nahi. Latex knotted, far side ke kachre mein. Uski nazar mere chehre par thi, darwaze par nahi.
Chappal ab bhi threshold ke paas thi, ek patti khuli. Main unhe uthane nahi gaya. Pair se dhakka diya, aur dono chappal wall ke kinare khisak gayin, nikalne wale raste se hat kar.
Malavika ne remote uthaya. Volume gira, phir speaker bilkul band. Kamre mein pehli baar sirf fridge ki halki gunj bachi, harbour ki door si awaaz nahi, sirf do logon ki saans.
“Ab jaa, toh khud ke liye jaa,” usne kaha, lekin haath sofa ke khali hisse par thathaaya. “Main recording dubara nahi chalaungi aaj.”
Main us khali hisse par baith gaya, nanga tha kamar tak, shirt godh mein. Uski thighs meri thighs se satti rahi. Koi calendar nahi khula, koi kal ka slot nahi bana.
Pair darwaze ki taraf nahi bade. Main ne uska sar apne kandhe par aane diya, aur chappal jahan thi wahan hi rahi.