Ishita ke phone ka speaker ekdum se garam moan se bhar gaya. Skip dabaane ke liye haath aage badha tha, lekin uski apni awaaz ne mujhe sofa ke kinare tak dhakel diya. Noida ki yeh shaam bhi utni tez thi, curtain aadha khula pada tha, aur har saans itni saaf thi jaise koi is hi kamre mein khadi ho.
Kitchen se daudi hui Ishita phone chheenane lagi. Clip ruki nahi. Recording mein woh kisi ko keh rahi thi ki aur gehra kar, rukna mat. Meri jaan pehle se tight ho chuki thi. “Yeh abki nahi hai.” Honth uske kaampe, lekin sofa se main hila nahi.
Phone table par wapas rakhte hue bhi awaaz chalti rahi. Us clip mein kisi mard ki awaaz nahi aa rahi thi, sirf Ishita ki geeli, bheeni demand thi. Volume maine kam nahi kiya. Woh meri taraf dekhti rahi, jaise meri aankhon se hi agla faisla nikalna ho.
Hum dono adult the, koi school wali sharam nahi thi. Ishita sattais ke kareeb thi, main untees ka. Teen saal se yahi Noida wala chhota flat uska tha. Bharat ke is garm ileake mein AC ki hawa bhi kabhi-kabhi garam padti hai, lekin us din asli tapish recording se aayi.
Market se laaye hue aam table par pade the, kisi ka dhyan un par nahi tha. “Maine woh audio isliye banaya tha kyunki us raat tanhai ne sataaya,” Ishita boli. “Tujhe batana nahi chahti thi. Ab sun liya to jhooth nahi bolungi.”
Gussa aaya, saath hi meri saans tez ho gayi. Recording mein woh apni chut par haath pherne ki awaaz de rahi thi, koi naam nahi le rahi thi, sirf maang rahi thi. Khada hua, phir baith gaya. Door nahi hua.
Hindustan ki garmi sirf sadak par nahi thi. Is chhote flat ki diwaren bhi paseena chhupane se inkaar kar rahi thin. Audio ke har moan ke baad Ishita ka chehra aur laal hota gaya, jaise purana faisla ab mere saamne nanga khada ho.
Phone uthaya usne, pause dabaane se pehle meri aankhon mein dekha. “Agar tu jaana chahe to ja. Main rokungi nahi.” Pause dabaya nahi. Clip chalti rahi. Speaker ko usne wahi chhod diya, jaan-bujhkar.
Uske kareeb gaya main. “Jaane ka mann nahi,” itna kaafi tha. Meri t-shirt ka hem pakad kar usne khud ko sofa ke gaddhe mein kheench liya. Pehli baar uski ungliyan mere pet par itni sakht padi thin.
Pause dabaye baghair woh mere paas aa gayi
Pehla kiss slow nahi tha. Honth uske namak aur namune ki chai se lage, daant halka sa kata, aur recording ke peeche meri saans milne lagi. Yellow kurti ka button upar se khula, neeche kaabiz ab bhi band tha. Black shorts ke elastic par mera haath ruka, phir andar gaya.
“Kunal, yeh sun ke tu mujhe chhod ke to nahi jaayega?” sawaal uska tha, lekin haath rukne wala nahi tha. “Abhi nahi.” Itna bol ke uski thighs ke beech meri ungliyan phela di. Garam, geeli, bilkul us audio jaisi.
Kurti sir ke upar nikalte waqt uske baal chehre par gir gaye. Bra ka hook peeche se khula, cup hat te hi uski chhatiyan meri hatheli mein aa gayin. Nipple par muh rakhte hi uski kamar kamre ki taraf uth gayi. Clip mein bhi yahi awaaz thi, lekin ab woh awaaz live thi.
Jeans ki zip mere liye khud kholi usne. Grey t-shirt sir se nikaali, phir meri underwear ke band tak haath le gayi. Mera lund uski mutthi mein aate hi recording ka moan aur bada lagne laga, jaise purani clip humein dekh rahi ho. Shorts uski ghutnon tak khisak aaye, phir poori tarah utar gaye.
Sofa ke gaddhe par woh let gayi, ek taang upar, doosri meri kamar ke peeche. Uski chut par jeebh rakhte hi ungliyan uski mere baal mein kas gayin. “Wahi kar, jo clip mein suna.” Order nahi tha, ek bheeni si maang thi. Andar meri jeebh gayi, geela pan meetha aur tez dono tha.
Do ungliyan dheere andar gayin, phir tez. Uski aankhen band thin, honth khule. Speaker par purani Ishita keh rahi thi aur andar le, aur saamne wali Ishita meri kalai pakad ke wahi rhythm maang rahi thi. Difference itna tha ki ab meri saans bhi uske pet par gir rahi thi.
Uth ke baithi, mujhe sofa ki peeth se sataaya, aur khud godi mein aa gayi. Lund uski chut ke muh par tika, ghusa nahi. Ek pal dono ruke. Phir usne khud ko neeche gira diya. Andar tak gayi mera lund, garam, tight, aur uski lambi saans mere kandhe par toot gayi.
Uski kamar mere haathon mein thi, upar-neeche uska apna pace. Yellow kurti ab floor par padi thi, bra sofa ke kone par. Main nanga tha, woh bhi. Purani audio ab background ban chuki thi, lekin har dhakke ke saath live moan usse tez ho raha tha.
“Is baar meri awaaz us clip se badi honi chahiye,” kaan ke paas usne kaha. Gussa ab kaam aa raha tha. Tez kiya maine, uski chut ne pakad liya, aur sofa ki dabi si chaarpayi ki tarah karahne lagi. Pados ki diwar ke baare mein sochne ka time nahi tha, phir bhi ek pal dimaag gaya.
Recording ke saath sofa garam ho utha
Palat ke usne mujhe upar liya. Ab main uske upar tha, uski thighs mere kamar ke dono taraf. Pehle dhakke gehri they, phir chhote aur tez. Uski chhatiyan meri chhati se ragad khati thin, paseena dono ke beech chipchipa tha. Uska haath mere gaand par aaya, dabaya, aur andar aur khinch liya.
Clip mein woh akeli thi. Yahan meri saans uski saans se takra rahi thi. Uski aankhen khulin, meri taraf, aur ek hansii nikal gayi jo moan mein badal gayi. “Dekh, ab yeh audio jhoothi lag rahi hai.” Jhooth nahi thi, bas adhoori thi. Poora wala ab ho raha tha.
Meri ungliyon ne uski chut ke upar wala naram hissa masla, jab lund andar hi tha. Uski kamar kamal ki tarah uth gayi, nakhun meri peeth par lage. “Yahin, yahin.” Doosra sentence nahi bana. Andar uski chut ne baar-baar kas kar pakda, jaise baahar na jaane de.
Godhi mein wapas liya usne mujhe, is baar muh-muh ke saamne. Chumte hue chodna alag tha. Daant honth par, lund gehra, aur speaker ab bhi wohi purana cycle ghumata raha. Kabhi-kabhi purani awaaz aur nayi awaaz ek saath padti, aur meri rauh kanp uthti.
Uski thighs meri thighs se chipak gayin. Tez dhakkon ne sofa ko inch bhar peeche khiska diya. Table ke aam hil gaye, ek girne se bacha. Hasi nikal aayi dono ko, phir wahi hasi gehli ho gayi. Uski chut se awaaz aa rahi thi, geeli, saaf, bina mic ke.
Baal uske mere muh par aa gaye jab usne sar meri gardan mein chhupa liya. “Aur, mat ruk.” Ruka nahi. Meri shirt floor par kaheen thi, uski shorts bhi. Sirf hamari chamdi aur woh chalti hui audio. Uski kamar mere haath se phisalti, phir wapas pakdi jaati.
Andar hi rehte hue uski chut par anguthe se dabav diya. Kampan pehle pet mein aaya, phir uski saans toot gayi. “Aa rahi hoon.” Clip mein bhi yahi line thi, lekin is baar meri kalai uske neeche thi, mera lund andar tha, aur uski aankhon mein paani tha jo sharm ka nahi, chhutkare ka tha.
Uski chut ne itna kas ke pakda ki meri bhi hadd aa gayi. Bahar nikalne ki koshish ki, lekin usne meri gaand pakad ke andar dabaye rakha. Garam dhaar uske andar girti rahi, uski ungliyan meri peeth par khadi rahi. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi, speaker ab bhi apna loop ghumata raha.
Let gaya main uske bagal, lund dheela hota hua uski thighs ke beech. Paseena uski gardan se neeche behne laga, maine ponchha nahi, sirf dekha. Phone ab bhi table par tha, screen jal rahi thi, purani Ishita ek baar phir keh rahi thi rukna mat.
Hansi nikal aayi uski, thaki hui. “Ab yeh audio meri nahi lagti.” Mere honth uske kaan par the. “Ab teri live awaaz badi hai.” Itna bolna bhi bhaari tha. Uski aankhen band thin, lekin muskaan thi. Sofa ke gaddhe ne hamari shapesh le li thi.
Kurti uthane ki koshish ki usne, phir chhod di. Nangi hi padi rahi, sirf meri baanh uski chhati par. Mera lund uski jaangh par aaram se tha, geela. Bahar sadak ki koi horn aayi, andar sirf hamari saans aur woh loop. Lagta tha waqt ruk gaya ho, lekin diwar ke us paar waqt chal raha tha.
Neeche se dastak ne sab tod diya
Pehli dastak halki thi, jaise koi galti se laga ho. Doosri sakht. Recording usi pal ek lambe moan par aa gayi, aur darwaze ke us paar koi ruk gaya. Ishita ki aankhen khuli. Meri baanh uski kamar se hat gayi.
“Kaun hai?” awaaz usne unchi ki, lekin gale mein geelapan ab bhi tha. Bahar se padosan boli, seedhe, bina namak ke. “Beta, volume kam karo. Poori floor par yeh audio aa rahi hai. Shayad TV khula reh gaya.”
Sheet sofa ke peeche se kheench ke usne lapet li. Main jeans ki talash mein floor par jhuka, grey t-shirt ek aam ke neeche mili. Darwaze ki chain andar se lagi hi thi. Khulta darwaza sirf do inch hua, uski nangi kandhon ko sheet ne dhak liya.
“Haan auntie, band karte hain.” Itna bol ke darwaza band kiya. Peeth uski lakdi se satti rahi. Phone uthaya, is baar pause dabaya. Purani awaaz ekdum se mar gayi. Kamra bada aur khali lagne laga, jaise koi teesra insaan nikal gaya ho.
Jeans pehen li maine, zip chadi, lekin button khula chhod diya. Ishita sheet mein hi baithi rahi, uski chatiyan ab bhi tez uth-gir rahi thin. “Poori building ne sun liya hoga.” Gussa ab sharm mein badal chuka tha, lekin meri taraf ungli nahi uthayi.
Bharat ke is hisse mein diwaren patli hoti hain, yeh baat hum dono jaante the, bas is shaam bhool gaye. Noida ke is block mein pados ka matlab sirf namaste nahi hota, sunna bhi hota hai. Ab woh sunna hamaare upar aa gaya tha, bina kisi kaagaz ke, bina kisi next plan ke.
Uska haath mere ghutne par aaya, dabaaya, hataya. “Ja. Pehle tu nikal, main sheet mein hi so jaungi.” Roka nahi usne, na koi waada maanga. Chappal darwaze ke paas the, pehne, chain kholi, aur seedhi ki hawa muh par lagi jo AC se bilkul alag thi.
Peeche sofa par yellow kurti ab bhi padi thi, phone ka screen bujha hua tha. Purani audio band thi, nayi awaaz bhi. Padosan ke pair ab apne flat ki taraf hat chuke the, lekin unki dastak kamre ke beech mein khadi rahi, jaise ek anjaan faisla jo ab chhupaya nahi ja sakta.