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Ishita ne gusse ke baad packing table par mujhe choda

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Scale ki sui 420 par atak gayi jab Ishita ne peeli katori ko thehra diya. Maine methi aur haldi ke mix ko haath se saha. Gandh tez thi, lekin number uske subah wale 250 se bilkul nahi milta tha.

“Yeh 250 kaise hua?” maine seedha poocha. “Sui itni aage kyun hai?”

Ishita ne katori rakh di. Rubber band se uske baal kase the. Cotton kurta paseene se gardan par chipak rahi thi. Packing table ke doosre kinare khadi thi, meri shirt se ek kadam door.

“Mera dimag is batch par nahi hai,” usne kaha.

Indore ki is gali wali unit mein shutter dopahar ko neeche rehta tha, dhool rokne ke liye. Bharat ke chhote shahron mein aisi masala unit aam milti hain. Hum dono barabar ke hisse daar the, hisab hafte ke shuru mein hi clear ho chuka tha. Beech mein koi tankhwah, bonus, ya dar nahi tha.

Maine scale ki plate kapde se ponchhi aur namak ungli par rakh kar chakh liya. Namak had se zyada tha. “Subah supplier ke saamne tumhe sirf partner bola na. Isi liye extra daal rahi ho?”

Uski aankhen uthin, gussa saaf tha. “Tumhe ginti se pehle meri izzat ka khayal hona chahiye tha, Kunal.”

“Bansal rate kaat ta hai,” maine kaha. “Uske saamne extra kahani nahi chahiye thi.”

Uski hansi kati padi. “Kahani? Ya yeh darr ki gali wale humein saath na samajh lein?”

Packing table par methi ke dane roll ho rahe the. Peeche chulhe par methi ki kadhai dheemi aanch par rakhi thi, agle roast ke liye. Usne namak ki dibiya zor se patki, dhakkan khul gaya, dane phail gaye.

“Toh asal baat yeh hai?” maine poocha. “Kal raat meri taraf se ruki hui call, aaj is namak mein nikal rahi hai?”

Namak zyada nikla

“Call uthata to bhi yahi kehta,” maine kaha. “Main tumhe chhupa nahi raha. Woh aadmi hisab se baat karta hai, dil se nahi.”

Ishita table ke gire ghumi aur mere paas aa gayi. Uska haath meri sleeve par ruka, phir hat gaya. “Tumhe meri zaroorat hai, ya sirf yeh 420 gram bachaana hai?”

Sawal seedha tha, koi gol baat nahi. Maine katori ko kinare saraya. “Zaroorat hai. Unit alag cheez hai. Aaj subah main ghalat bola.”

Usne lambi saans li. “Is table ke peeche tum ginti karna chahte ho, ya mujhe?”

“Tumhe,” maine kaha. “Agar tum bhi yahi chahati ho.”

Usne meri shirt ke do button ke beech ungli rakh di. “Haan. Abhi. Yeh batch yahin chhodo.”

Phir uska muh mere muh par aa gaya. Ishita ka kiss tez tha, namak aur methi ki geeli gandh daanton ke beech. Maine uski kamar pakdi. Kurta ke neeche kameez nahi thi, sirf garmi aur chamdi.

Packing table ki kinara uski kamar se takrai. Maine uski salwar ki nara dheeli ki. Zip meri jeans ki usne khud khinchi. Koi lambi baat nahi rahi, sirf jaldi aur saans.

Uski chuchi meri hatheli mein bhari thi jab kurta upar uthaya. Kapda gardan ke peeche atak gaya. Dono hans pade, phir woh hansi tut gayi jaise koi switch band ho.

Mera lund uski mutthi mein garam ho gaya. Usne halke se dabaya, phir tez. “Andar. Der nahi karni.”

Salwar uski ghutnon tak utar aayi. Uski thighs par methi ka bura chipka tha. Uski chut geeli thi. Meri ungliyon par ras aa gaya jab beech se saha.

Ishita table ke kinare baith gayi, pair khol diye. Jeans aur underwear maine ek saath neeche kiye. Jab main kareeb aaya, usne apna ek haath mere kandhe par rakha. Doosra mere lund ko uski chut ke muh par laya.

Packing table hil gayi

Pehle dhakke mein main andar gaya, ahista, kyunki table sarak rahi thi. Uski aankhen band thin, phir khulin. “Aur.”

Maine uski kamar pakad kar choda. Packing paper gurh-gurh karke peeche gira. Har dhakka uski saans ko kaat ta. Uski chut tight thi, geeli awaaz aa rahi thi jo scale ki silent plate se takraati.

“Kunal,” usne kaha, naam ke beech koi extra jumla nahi. Maine tez kiya. Uski chuchi munh mein le kar choosi. Namak ki patli layer uski chamdi par thi, jeebh par lagti.

Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Table ki tak-tak gali ke shutter tak jaa sakti thi. Us pal kisi ne knock nahi kiya, lekin har awaaz par uski ungli meri gardan par kasti.

Gussa ab haath mein bachaa tha. Ishita ne meri shirt ke kolar ko kheench kar rakha, jaise subah wala lafz ab bhi daanton ke neeche ho. Maine uska kolar nahi, uski nazar pakdi. Woh palat kar dekhti rahi, pair meri kamar ke peeche jaad diye.

Andar gehra gaya. Uski geeli chut ne mera lund kheench liya. Table ek inch sarak gayi, katori kinare se larkharayi. Maine ruka, usne kamar se dabaya. “Mat nikal. Table ko jaane de.”

Uske baal mere honth tak aaye, rubber band dheela ho gaya. Maine uske kandhon ko pakad kar dhakka diya. Har baar uski chuchi meri chhati se takrati, kurta munh tak atka rehta.

“Subah wahi lafz mat dobara nikalna,” usne saans ke beech kaha. Maine jawaab mein sirf aur andar gaya. Uski chut ne kas liya, jaise baat wahan khatam ho.

Meri ungliyan uski kamar par phisalti, paseena namak mila hua. Haldi ki dhoop jaisi gandh ab hamari chamdi par bhi thi. Ishita ne meri peeth par nakhun chalaye, phir maafi ke bina aur zor se pakda.

Packing table dobara hili. Scale ki sui khali plate par kaanpi. Maine uski ek taang uthayi taaki dhakka seedha lage. Uski aankhen geeli thin, lekin rone wali nahi, gusse wali geel.

“Yahin,” usne kaha. “Wahin mat hatna.”

Main usi jagah choda. Chhota sa daana uski chut ke upar meri ungli se dabaye rakha. Woh kaanpti. Pet saaf dikh raha tha, kurta gardan par latka. Meri shirt abhi bhi kaandhon par thi, buttons khule, chhati uski chhati se ragad khati.

Jab uska zor aaya, uski ungliyan meri peeth par khod gayin. Uski chut ne baar baar kas kar liya. Maine uske saath hi dhakke diye. Nikalne ki jagah nahi bachi kyunki usne mujhe andar hi dabaye rakha.

Garam bharav uske andar faila. Uski thighs kaamp rahi thin. Maine usko choda jab tak saans ek line mein na aa jaaye. Ishita ka muh mere kandhe par raha, daant chamdi par, koi shabd nahi.

Thodi der dono aise hi rahe, table ke kinare, kapde uljhe. Meri jeans ghutnon par atki. Uski salwar ek pair par latki. Scale ki sui ab bhi 420 ke aas-paas thi, jaise koi batch wait kar raha ho.

Usne meri gardan se muh hataya. Aankhen meri aankhon par thin, gussa kam, saans zyada. Maine uski chuchi se honth hataye. Kurta uske pet par wapas sarak aaya, geela kinaara.

Andar se nikalte waqt dono ki saansein phir kati. Ishita ne table ko dono haathon se pakda. Maine uski kamar se ungliyan kholi. Paseena saaf karne ko koi kapda kareeb nahi tha, sirf packing paper, jo ab gurha hua tha.

Mera lund ab dheela ho raha tha, uski ras se chamak ta. Usne salwar ek pair par chadhai, phir ruki, maatha meri chhati se lagaya. Koi naya wada nahi, sirf uski ungli meri khuli button par.

Garmi packing room mein aur bhari ho gayi. Haldi ab bhi hava mein thi, lekin uske neeche ek katiti smell aa rahi thi. Pehle maine ignore kiya, kyunki uski chut se alag hote hi pair mein kamzori thi.

Ishita ne bhi woh smell pakdi. Uski aankhen peeche chulhe ki taraf uthin. “Kunal.”

Tab tak der ho chuki thi.

Sabziwala bahar chillaya

Methi ki kadhai se kala dhuan seedha upar uthne laga. Pehle gandh tez hui, phir kati. Maine usme se nikal kar jeans khinchi. Ishita ne salwar kasi, kurta neeche kiya, rubber band muh se nikal kar baal mein daala.

Window peeche wali maine khol di. Dhuan gali ki taraf bhaaga. Poore India ki tarah yahan bhi gali ke log dhuan dekhte hi bol padte hain. Sabziwala ne thela rok kar chillaya, “Kya jal raha hai bhai? Unit band karo!”

Kadhai maine kapde se pakad kar sink par patki, pani giraya. Sisak hui, steam muh tak aayi. Batch tamaam ho gaya, kaale daane paani par tairne lage. Ishita ne chulha band kiya, aanch ki siti ruk gayi.

Scale ki plate par ab bhi namak chhitka tha. Usne sui ko zero par wapas kiya, koi extra jumla nahi. Meri shirt ke buttons galat hole mein gaye, usne ek khol kar sahi kiya, phir haath hata liya.

Shutter ke gap se sabziwala phir bola, “Aag lagi kya? Paani dalo na!” Maine sirf itna jawab diya ki kadhai jal gayi, aur kuch nahi. Ishita ne window ka kivaad aadha kiya, dhuan kam hone diya.

Jalii methi maine peeche wali khidki se drum mein fenk di. Garmi bahar ki garmi se mil gayi. Indore ki yeh gali ab wapas apni dopahar par aa rahi thi, thele ki ghanti, koi cycle, koi awaaz jo hamari nahi thi.

Packing table par ab katori tedhi padi thi. Ishita ne use seedha kiya, apna haath ponchha, meri taraf dekha. Gussa poora utar nahi tha, lekin namak wapas dibiya mein nahi jaa raha tha. Maine shutter ka gap jaisa tha waisa chhoda, koi naya hisab nahi kiya.

Dhuan ab patla tha. Sabziwala thela aage sarka chuka tha, daant ke baad bhi rukne wala koi nahi aaya. Ishita ne chulhe ki tikli ek baar aur dabayi, confirm karne ko ki aanch mar chuki hai, phir packing table ke kinare se hat gayi.

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