Gamla uthate hi uske neeche se ek patli soni anguthi phisalti hui tiles par giri. Main jhuka, usse uthaya, aur Pallavi ki taraf dekha jo abhi bhi meri kitchen ki khidki ke paas pudina dho rahi thi.
Anguthi halki thi, andar ek chhota sa naksh tha. Pallavi ne haath nahi badhaya. Uske kandhon ne ek pal ke liye kameez ko kheench liya, jaise koi purana wazan wapas aa gaya ho.
“Yeh kiski hai?” maine seedha poocha.
“Meri thi,” Pallavi boli, bina natak kiye. “Teen hafte pehle maine sagai khud tod di. Ghar walon ko bhi maine kaha tha ki main woh rishta nahi nibhaungi. Ring yahin reh gayi jab pichhli baar humne yeh pudina lagaya.”
Lucknow jo India ke Uttar Pradesh mein basa hai, wahan shaam ki hawa garam thi, lekin meri hatheli thandi pad gayi. Hum mahinon se is balcony par milte the, paudhe badalte the, chai peete the. Mujhe laga tha beech mein kuch ban raha hai. Usne woh faisla pehle kar liya tha, aur mujhe patta tak nahi tha.
“Tum mujhse milti rahi, meri shirt ke button tak chhedti rahi, aur yeh cheez yahin padi thi?” meri awaaz kadwi nikal gayi.
Pallavi ne pudina ka guchchha sink par rakh diya. “Main chhupa rahi thi yeh nahi. Main darti thi ki tum is ring ko meri abhi ki marzi samajhoge. Sagai meri marzi se khatam hui. Tumse jo chal raha tha, woh alag tha.”
Uske honth kaampe. Main anguthi ko table ke kone par rakh kar uske paas gaya. Itni kareebi mein uski aankhen gusse aur sharm dono se bhari thi. Uski saans meri collarbone se takrai.
“Agar tum rukna chahogi to bol dena,” maine sirf itna kaha.
Pallavi ne meri kurta ki pehli kali kholi aur sir hilaya. “Rukna nahi hai. Aaj yahin.”
Purani sagai ka sach
Uske ungliyon ne meri chest tak kapda khiska diya. Main uski kameez ke lace ko dheela kiya, uske gale par munh rakha, aur usne meri kamar pakad li. Balcony ki bamboo chik ne humein gali se chhupa rakha tha, lekin dhoop ab bhi uski collarbone par gir rahi thi.
Hum kitchen ke takht se lipat gaye. Pallavi ki salwar geeli nahi thi abhi, lekin jab meri hath uski thighs par gayi to usne pair khol diye. Uski chut garam thi, kapde ke upar se bhi. Maine uski chut ko shalwar ke kapde ke peeche se dabaya to woh meri gardan mein ek dabi hui awaaz chhod gayi.
“Samar, dheere nahi,” Pallavi ne kaan ke paas kaha. “Main soch soch ke thak gayi.”
Uske baal mere honthon se chipak gaye. Maine kameez upar ki, uske bra ke hook khole, aur uske boobs ko dono hatheliyon mein liya. Nipple munh mein aate hi usne meri balon ko kheench liya. Mera lund pajama ke andar kada ho chuka tha. Pallavi ne apna ek haath neeche bheja, meri elastic khiski, aur uski ungliyon ne mere lund ko pakad kar ek lambe stroke se upar kiya.
Takht ki kinare par usne salwar aur panty ek saath gher se utaar di. Main bhi pajama gira kar uske beech khada ho gaya. Uski chut geeli chamak rahi thi. Maine do ungliyan andar ki to Pallavi ne mere kandhon kaat liye, naak se saans bhari, aur kaha, “Ab andar.”
Maine lund uski chut ke muhane par rakh kar dheere dabaya. Woh andar gaya, garam, tight, aur Pallavi ki nails meri peeth par khud gayi. Pehla dhakka lambi saans ke saath hua. Doosre dhakke par uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche kaanp uthi.
Hum dono kitchen ke takht se sath sath hilne lage. Pallavi ki heels tiles par fisalti thi, is liye maine uski ek taang apni kamar se chipka li. Har dhakke par uski chut mera lund ko nichodti. Uski aankhen band thi, munh khula, aur beech beech mein woh mera naam sirf saans mein kehti.
Maine uske boobs ko munh se dabaaye rakha, phir uske gale par daant se halka nishan chhoda. Pallavi ne meri kamar ko aur kheench liya, jaise door nahi jaane dungi. Speed badhi. Takht ki dibiya khanakne lagi. Bahar Lucknow ki gali se rickshaw ki ghanti bhi sunai di, lekin andar sirf hamari saansein thi.
Itne mein Pallavi ne meri gardan se munh hata kar meri aankhon mein dekha. “Bed mat le ja. Yahan ruko. Mujhe yahin feel ho raha hai.”
Maine haan mein sir kiya. Humne position nahi badli, bas meri ungli uski clit par aa gayi. Pallavi ki thighs meri kamar ko kasne lagi. Uski chut aur geeli ho gayi, slur ki awaaz aane lagi. Main tez choda, lekin rhythm todta nahi tha.
Uske honthon ne mera namak chat liya. “Aur… bas aise.”
Main uski kamar pakde hue dhakke lagaata raha. Pallavi ki aankhen geeli ho aayi, lekin rone wali nahi, bhar jaane wali. Uski saans meri saans se takraane lagi. Kitchen ki khidki se pudine ki geeli khushbu aa rahi thi, aur neeche kisi ke chappal ki awaaz gunji to dono ek pal ruk kar phir lipat gaye.
Beech mein paani chilla
Neeche se watchman ki moti awaaz aayi, “Bhaiyya paani aa gaya, tanki khol do!” Pallavi ki ungliyan meri peeth par ruk gayi. Hum dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Main lund andar hi liye khada raha, uski chut ab bhi kasti thi.
Pehle irada tha ki bedroom ki taraf khisak jaayein, darwaza band karke lambi jagah le lein. Watchman ki awaaz ne woh irada kaat diya. Pallavi ne meri kaan ke paas kaha, “Ab bed nahi. Yahi khade khade khatam karo, warna paani ke chakkar mein koi upar aa jayega.”
Maine usse takht se utaar kar fridge aur deewar ke beech khada kar diya. Uski ek taang meri kamar par chadh gayi. Is baar dhakke chhote aur tez the. Uski kameez ab bhi kandhon se atki thi, mera kurta ek bahi tak khula. Hum nange nahi hue poori tarah, lekin mera lund uski chut ke andar poori ghusti.
Pallavi ne apna munh meri shirt ke kapde mein dabaye rakha taaki awaaz bahar na jaaye. Har dhakke par fridge ki bottle khanakti. Maine uski clit ko anguthe se gol gol dabaya. Uski kamar meri hatheli mein kaanpti rahi, phir ek lamha aisa aaya jab uski chut mera lund ko itna nichoda ki main bhi ruka nahi.
“Ab nikalna mat,” Pallavi ne daant ke beech se kaha. Maine last dhakke uski thighs ke beech giraaye. Pallavi ki awaaz ek dabi hui karah mein toot gayi, uski taangein kaanpne lagi, aur uski chut se geela pan meri janghon par bahne laga. Main bhi uske andar hi jhad gaya, kamar akdi, saans atki, aur kuch pal ke liye deewar hi thaamni padi.
Baad mein hum wahi khade rahe. Pallavi ki maatha meri collarbone se sata. Maine uske paseene ko apne kurta ke kone se ponchha. Uski aankhen ab shant thi, gussa nahi, wazan kam.
“Paani nikal raha hoga upar ki tanki mein,” maine halke se kaha, ab bhi uske andar se dheere nikalte hue.
Pallavi hans di, woh chhoti si hans jo pehle darr ke peeche dabi thi. “Pehle anguthi, phir paani. Aaj Lucknow ne humein koi aaram nahi diya.”
Humne kapde theek kiye. Maine pajama ki nazarbandi lagayi, usne salwar chadhate hue meri hatheli ko ek baar apni kamar par rakha, jaise kehti ho ki yeh pal sirf yahin ka tha. Anguthi ab bhi table ke kone par thi, dhoop mein chamak rahi thi jaise koi sawaal baaki ho.
Pallavi ne kameez ke lace bandhe, phir sink par ja kar haath dhoye. Pudina ab bhi wahi tha. Usne ek pudina patta tod kar mere munh ke paas laaya, main ne chaba liya. Eid ke baad bhi Bharat ke is purane nawabi shehar ki hawa mein pudina aur paseene ki milti hui khushbu atak gayi.
“Tum gussa ho ab bhi?” Pallavi ne poocha, aankh uthaye bina.
“Gussa is baat ka tha ki tumne meri aankhon ke saamne ek zindagi chhupa ke rakhi. Ab nahi. Tumne todne ka faisla khud kiya, yeh baat samajh aa gayi.”
Usne meri ungli pakdi, anguthi ki taraf ishara kiya, lekin uthayi nahi. “Yeh ab ghar nahi jayegi.”
Gate ke bahar ek faisla
Pallavi ne chappal pehni, balcony se seedhiyon ki taraf badhi. Maine peeche se sirf itna dekha ki usne table se anguthi uthayi aur mutthi mein daal li. Koi lambi alvida nahi hui. Usne sirf kaha, “Pudina kal bhi dho dungi,” aur niche utar gayi.
Main balcony ki chik ke peeche khada raha. Teen manzil neeche building ke gate ke paas kachre ka hara dustbin rakha tha. Pallavi ruki, mutthi kholi, aur soni anguthi seedha us dustbin ke muhane mein phenk di. Phir bina upar dekhe gali ki taraf chal di.
Uski chhoti si peeth shaam ki bheed mein gayab hui. Balcony par gamla wahi tha, pudina geela tha, aur meri kurta ke andar ab bhi uski nails ke nishan the. Main ne tanki ka valve band kiya, kyunki paani ab overflow kar raha tha, aur anguthi ki jagah table par khali pad gayi.