Maine huddle room ki table par marker de maara. Ink ki lakeer board tak nahi gayi, lekin Ritika ki nazar zaroor uth gayi. Cream shirt mein uske kandhe tan gaye, jaise koi client call nahi, koi gussa utar raha ho.
“Yeh tagline aaj nahi jaayegi.” Meri awaaz table se takrakar wapas aayi. “Internal review se pehle main is copy ko freeze nahi karunga.”
Ritika ne apni file band ki, lekin file ko uthaya nahi. “Devansh, kal tumne kaha tha ki hum dono saath cafeteria tak chalenge. Regional head ke saamne ek saath khade honge. Ab tum rok rahe ho kyunki tumhe lagta hai maine Priya ko alag note bhej diya.”
Chennai ke is daftar se poore Bharat ke stores tak woh biscuit campaign jaana tha. Isliye har line meri nazar mein bhaari thi. Usne jo wada kiya tha, woh bhi bhaari tha. Dono cheezein ek saath nahi samayein, aur main dono ko pakadna chahta tha.
“Maine Priya ko kuch nahi likha,” usne kaha, aur chair se khadi ho gayi. “Tumne khud last evening kaha tha, agar copy kamzor lagi to lunch late kar denge. Main ruk gayi. Tumhe lagta hai main team ke saamne tumhe chhod kar chali jaungi.”
Huddle ki frosted glass pehle se band thi, subah ki stand-up ke baad koi kholkar nahi gaya. Bahar corridor ki heel ki thak-thak door tak aakar mur jaati. Andar sirf AC ki siskari thi aur uski tez saans.
Main table ke doosre kinaare se nahi hata. “Mujhe laga tumne decide kar liya ki main zyada nakhre karta hoon. Isliye tum akele review mein chali jaogi.”
Ritika hans padi, lekin woh hansi meethi nahi thi. “Tumhara yeh shak meri izzat par hai, kaam par nahi. Kal printer ke paas jo baat adhuri reh gayi, usko tum tagline bana rahe ho.”
Woh paas aayi. Itni paas ki uski perfume meri shirt ke button tak aa gayi. Main pichhe nahi hata, lekin haath bhi nahi badhaya. Office ke is kamre mein hum dono campaign partners the, koi manager-naukar nahi. Salary kal bhi aani thi, aaj bhi, is pal se alag.
“Printer ke paas maine jo kaha tha, woh kaam nahi tha,” maine dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Woh yeh tha ki main tumhe dekhkar bhatak jata hoon. Tumne tab sirf itna kaha, baad mein.”
“Baad mein aaj hai.” Ritika ne meri aankhon mein dekha aur ruk gayi. “Agar tum bhi chahte ho to abhi. Warna main lunch ke liye nikal jaungi.”
Maine sirf haan mein gardan hilayi. Uske honth pakad liye. Pehla kiss daant se takraya, doosra geela ho gaya. Uski zubaan meri zubaan ke peeche ghumi, aur table ki kenar meri kamr tak aa gayi.
Kal ka wada aaj tuta
Ritika ke baal mere haath mein aa gaye. Kali clip khisak kar table par giri, koi nahi uthane aaya. Usne meri light blue shirt ka teesra button khola, phir chautha, jaise koi slide nahi, koi faisla nikal rahi ho.
“Itni der se daba ke rakha,” uske honth meri gardan par the. “Ab mat sochna kaun pehle bola.”
Maine uski cream shirt kamar tak bahar khinchi. Kapda uski trousers ke upar uth gaya, aur meri hatheli uski kamar ke garam chamde par ruki. Uski saans meri kaan ke paas phooti. Main uski bra ke upar se seene ko dabaaya, naram, bhaari, aur usne apna seena meri hatheli mein aur thel diya.
Chair ek side ko khisak gayi. Ritika table ke kinaare baith gayi, taange meri taangon ke doosri taraf. Black trousers ki zip meri ungli ke neeche thi. Usne khud belt ka kaanta khola, phir meri nazar pakdi. Koi lecture nahi, koi list nahi. Sirf uski geeli aankhen aur mera lund jo trousers ke andar kasa hua tha.
Maine uski zip utari. Trousers ghutnon tak khisak aaye. Cotton panty ke beech geela dhabba pehle ungli ko mil gaya. Uski chut garam thi, geeli thi, aur jab meri do ungliyan andar gayi to usne meri shirt ke kandhe ko masal diya.
“Ah… dheere nahi.” Uski awaaz neeche giri. “Devansh, andar.”
Main uski chut ko ungliyon se kholta raha, anguthe se upar ki naram guthli masalta raha. Ritika ki thighs meri kamar ko lapetne lagi. Ek joota farsh par gir gaya, doosra uske paon par hi latka. Main jhuka, panty ko side kiya, aur zubaan uski chut par rakh di.
Namak aur perfume milkar muh mein bhar gaye. Usne mere baal pakad liye, itne kas ke ki meri gardan uth nahi sakti thi. Main choosta raha, chatta raha, uski geeli fold ke beech zubaan ghumata raha. Uski kamar table se uthkar meri muh se takrati. Kabhi koi word nikalta, kabhi sirf saans.
Bahar kisi ki haste hue awaaz corridor se guzri aur door ke paas se nikal gayi. Hum dono ek pal ke liye kaath ho gaye, phir Ritika ne meri sar ko wapas dabaya. “Mat ruk.”
Maine panty neeche khinchi. Woh ek taang nikaal kar panty ko doosri ankle par hi chhod di. Bra abhi thi. Maine cup ke upar se chuchi ko muh mein liya, kapde ke through geela kiya, phir bra ko upar thel diya. Uski chuchi munh mein kathor ho gayi. Mere daant halka se lage to usne meri peeth par nakhun chala diye.
Mera lund trousers ke andar dukhta tha. Ritika ne meri belt kholi, zip utari, underwear ke upar se pakda, phir nikaal diya. Uski mutthi garam thi. Woh neeche jhuki, zubaan se top ko geela kiya, phir itna andar liya ki meri ungliyan uske baal mein atak gayi.
Main zyada der uske muh mein nahi tik paya. Uski aankhen upar uthin, jaise pooch rahi hon bas. Maine wallet se condom nikala, packet kaata, aur apne lund par chadha liya. Ritika ne khud kinaara pakad kar table par aur sarak diya, taange khuli.
Pehla dhakka mein uski chut ne pura nahi liya. Doosre par woh khul gayi. Teesre par meri kamar uski thighs se takra gayi. Table ki kenar uski gaand ke neeche khisakti, lekin usne meri gardan lapet li aur kaha, “Ab nikalna mat.”
Main andar tak gaya. Uski chut ne mera lund masal diya, geeli, tight, aur har dhakke par ek nami ki awaaz aati. Ritika ke seene meri shirt se ragad kha rahe the. Bra ab bhi kandhe par atki thi, cups upar. Main ek haath se uski chuchi masalta, doosre se uski kamar pakadta, aur dhakke gehri karte gaya.
Kabhi tez, kabhi ruk kar andar hi ghumata. Uski aankhen kab band, kab meri taraf. Paseena uski kani par lambe lambe raste bana raha tha. Maine woh paseena chat liya. Namak phir se. Usne meri honth kaat li, phir chhoda, phir meri kaan mein saans chhodi.
“Wahan… wahi.” Ritika ki ungliyan meri peeth par kasi. Main usi kone par lund tikaye ragadta raha. Uski chut sikudne lagi, phir ek lamba kanp utha, aur usne meri shirt ko munh se daba liya taaki awaaz corridor tak na jaaye.
Uske baad bhi main andar tha. Uski thighs meri kamar par kapkapati rahi. Maine uski gaand ke neeche se uthaya, thoda khada kiya, aur peeche se nahi, samne se hi gehra kiya. Table ab siskiya. Marker larakar gir pada, wahi jahan maine gusse mein phenka tha.
Ritika ne meri gardan se honth hataaye. “Dekh mujhe.” Main dekha. Uski aankhen geeli thi, lekin rone wali nahi. Main dhakke badhata raha, condom ke andar garam jamav badhta raha, aur jab uski chut ne phir se kasa to main bhi toot gaya. Lambi saans nikal kar maine uske kandhe par sar rakh diya.
Geeli saansein
Hum aise hi table se chipke rahe, kapde adhure, AC ab bhi thanda, lekin chamda garam. Maine condom sambhal kar knotted kiya aur tissue box se ek tissue liya. Ritika ne apni panty taang mein khinchi, trousers ghutne tak uthaye, lekin zip abhi nahi lagi.
“Kal ka wada toot gaya,” usne halki hansi ke saath kaha. “Na tagline gayi, na hum cafeteria ke darwaze par saath khade hue.”
Main uski clip uthakar uske haath mein rakhne laga, lekin usne clip table par hi chhod di. Cream shirt ke buttons galat hole mein ja rahe the. Maine do button theek kiye, teesra usne khud. Bra ke cups wapas hue, lekin uski chuchi ab bhi kapde se ubhar kar meri nazar pakadti rahi.
“Priya ko maine kuch nahi likha tha,” usne phir kaha, is baar gusse ke bina. “Tumhara shak hi itna bada jhagda ban gaya.”
Maine apni belt kasi. “Shak galat tha. Copy par meri zid alag thi. Dono milkar yeh kamra kha gaye.”
Ritika ne paon mein joota pehna, doosra dhoondha, farsh se uthaya. Uski thighs ab trousers ke andar thi, lekin chalna abhi bhi thoda kahin atka hua lag raha tha. Main uski kamar se hat gaya, door ki taraf nahi, whiteboard ki taraf, jaise koi line soch raha ho jo ab likhi nahi jaani thi.
South India ke is shehar Chennai mein hum dono ke liye yeh daftar roz ka tha. Bharat ke doosre offices se calls aate, slides behte, lekin is huddle ki frosted glass ke peeche jo hua, woh koi minutes mein nahi likha jaane wala tha. Ritika ne paani ki bottle uthayi, gale ke andar utari, aur meri taraf bottle badhai. Maine piya. Residual lipstick ke circle ke bagal se.
“Review lunch ab bhi hai,” usne kaha. “Tagline ke bagair bhi woh poochhenge kaun zimmedar hai.”
Maine shirt ke last button band kiya. Collar tedha tha. Ritika ne do kadam aakar usko seedha kiya, ungliyon se, jaise pehle nakhun nahi chale hon. Woh chhuna ab kaam jaisa tha, lekin meri khal ab bhi jaanti thi.
Cafeteria wait kar rahi thi
Knock se pehle hi intercom ki dhimmi goonj huddle ke speaker se tapki. “Ritika ma’am, Devansh sir, cafeteria mein India head wait kar rahe hain. Naam do baar liya.” Junior ki awaaz itni saaf thi jaise darwaza khula ho.
Ritika ki ungli meri collar par hi ruk gayi. Phir usne haath hata liya, clip uthayi, baal sambhale, aur pant ki zip lagayi. Main tissue ko bin mein daal kar marker uthane jhuka, wahi marker jisse subah jhagda shuru hua tha.
Doosri knock tez thi. “Ma’am?”
“Aa rahi hoon,” Ritika ne darwaze ki taraf kaha, awaaz seedhi, office wali. Usne meri taraf sirf ek nazar daali, koi plan nahi, koi next slot nahi. Cream shirt ab theek thi, lekin kaan ke peeche paseene ki ek lakeer chamak rahi thi.
Darwaza khula. Corridor ki roshni andar giri. Junior ne andar nahi jhaanka, sirf itna kaha ki lift already neeche ja chuki hai, stairs tez padengi. Ritika nikal gayi, heel ki thak-thak wahi purani line par. Main huddle mein ruka, board ke saamne, jaise tagline sochta rahun.
Cafeteria ki taraf se door band hote hi thodi hansi aur plates ki khanak intercom ke dead speaker tak nahi aayi, lekin dimaag ne bana li. Regional head unka naam le chuke the. Main collar ek baar aur seedha karke marker ko tray mein rakh diya aur khud doosri side ke corridor se nikla, jahan stairs nahi, printer wala raasta tha.
Ritika ke baal us clip ke bina bhi sambhal gaye honge lift tak. Meri shirt ke andar ab bhi uski nakhun ki geeli yaad thi. Daftar chal raha tha. Lunch ki plates nikal rahi thi. Huddle room ke andar giri hui ink ki lakeer board par aaj bhi nahi thi, sirf table ke kinaare ek chhota sa geela nishaan sookh raha tha.