Bag ka zip last daant tak khichne hi wala tha jab phone table par kanpa. Main Visakhapatnam ke chhote flat ke darwaze ke paas khada tha, ticket wali chitthi jeans ki jeb mein dabi hui. Raat ke dus baje ka late bus station ke liye nikalna tha, lekin screen par Malini ka naam dekhte hi haath ruk gaya.
Maine uthaya. Uski saans pehle hi tez thi. “Sameer, mat ja abhi. Main bolna chahti hoon. Seedha. Phone par.”
Main darwaze ki kundi se haath hata kar deewar se sata. “Tu kya keh rahi hai? Main platform ke liye late ho raha hoon.”
“Isliye toh bol rahi hoon,” usne kaha, awaaz geeli aur saaf. “Main bistar par leti hoon. Kapde utaar chuki hoon. Agar tu nikal gaya to yeh raat nahi milegi. Main chahti hoon tu meri awaaz sun ke apna lund pakde.”
Woh admission itna seedha tha ki meri planned departure tut gayi. Main joota nahi utara, sirf bag ko pairon ke paas gira diya aur sofa ke kone mein baith gaya. Bharat ke is tatiye shehar mein raat garam thi, pani ki tanki upar se tapak rahi thi, aur uski awaaz speaker se meri kamar tak utar aayi.
Call ne nikalne ka irada tod diya
“Bol,” maine kaha. “Kya pehne hue thi jab tune socha yeh phone karna hai.”
“Cotton wali nightdress thi. Ab nahi hai. Main apni chuchi daba rahi hoon, Sameer. Tu sun raha hai na? Ungli gol gol ghum rahi hai. Thoda namak jaisa dard hai, accha dard.”
Maine jeans ka button khola. Lund pehle se tight tha. “Main bhi haath daal raha hoon. Tu ruk mat. Agar tujhe band karna ho to seedha bol dena.”
“Nahi band karna,” usne kaha, ek hi baar, phir awaaz andar ki taraf mur gayi. “Do ungliyan geeli ho gayi. Main soch rahi hoon tu yahan hota to apna muh lagata. Ab sirf phone hai, isliye main tez bolungi.”
Uske shabd mere haath ko chalane lage. Main sofa ke cushion ko pakde hue tha, doosre haath se lund ke upar se neeche tak. Skin garam thi. “Malini, teri awaaz se meri nass khinch rahi hai. Aur bol. Kahan hai ungli.”
“Chut ke upar, phir andar. Pehli ungli aasani se gayi. Doosri thodi kas ke. Main pair failaye hue hoon. Pani nikal raha hai, taangon par beh raha hai. Sameer, tu apna lund tez pakad. Main sunna chahti hoon tera saans tootna.”
Maine speaker on kiya aur phone ko kursi ke arm par rakh diya taaki dono haath azaad rahein. Kamra andhera tha, sirf kitchen ke tube ki halki roshni. Hindustan ke is coastal shehar ki hawa khirki se namak le kar aa rahi thi, aur uski moan us namak ko kaat rahi thi.
“Main soch raha hoon tu mere lund ko muh mein leti. Gili zabaan, daant nahi. Main tere baal pakadta. Tu gag karti, phir dubara leti.”
Woh hasi, chhoti si, phir toot gayi. “Haan. Main ab teen ungli kar rahi hoon. Pet tight ho raha hai. Sameer, tu tez kar. Main close hoon lekin tujhe pehle sunna hai.”
Maine mutthi kas di. Lund geela ho chuka tha apne paani se. “Malini, teri chut ki awaaz nahi aa rahi, sirf teri saans. Phone ko neeche le ja. Main sunna chahta hoon.”
Kuch pal khamoshi rahi, phir geeli, chhoti si chatak. Uski ungliyon ki awaaz clear aa rahi thi. Main aur tez ho gaya. “Yeh sun ke main nikalne wala hoon.”
“Nikal mat abhi,” usne kaha, saans todte hue. “Ek minute. Main bhi. Bol ke nikalna, saath.”
Dono ki awaaz ek hi line par
Uske baad baat kam ho gayi, sirf naam aur saans. Main sofa ke kinare par khisak aaya, jangh failayi, jeans ghutnon tak. Lund haath mein bhari thi, garam, nass ubhari. Har dhakke par phone ki plastic hilti.
“Sameer… andar… aur…”
“Malini, main dekh raha hoon teri tasveer dimag mein. Teri thighs khuli. Tera pet uchhal raha hai. Meri mutthi teri chut ki jagah le rahi hai.”
Woh ek lambi awaaz nikaali, jo word nahi thi. Phir boli, “Ab. Ab nikal. Main aa rahi hoon.”
Maine haath nahi rokha. Lund se garam dhaar nikal kar pet aur shirt ke hem par giri. Meri saans atak gayi, pairon ki nassein kheenchi. Uske side se bhi ek dabav wali cheekh aayi, phir geeli saans, phir chhota hansna jaise sharm nahi, bas khali hone ka sukoon.
Hum dono kuch der kuch nahi bole. Tube light ki bhinbhinahat aur door se ek scooter ki awaaz aati rahi. Main apne haath ko dekh raha tha, geela, kampata.
“Tu abhi bhi wahan hai?” usne dheere pucha.
“Haan. Bus chhoot gaya hoga. Main nahi uth raha.”
Woh chup rahi, phir boli, “Achha. Main bhi uthne wali nahi. Pani se bheegi hoon.”
Main shirt ke kone se haath ponchne laga, lekin dimag abhi bhi uski ungliyon ki chatak par atka tha. “Tune pehle kabhi aise phone kiya? Seedha, bina bakwas.”
“Nahi. Aaj isliye kiya kyunki tu jaa raha tha. Agar kal milte to main shayad chup reh jaati. Yeh wahi pal tha.”
Uske lafz meri chhati par baithe. Main darwaze ki taraf dekha. Bag wahi pada tha, zip adhoori. Ticket ab bekaar thi. Visakhapatnam junction ki last bus ka time nikal chuka hoga, yeh soch kar bhi koi afsos nahi aaya.
“Teri awaaz ab bhi kamp rahi hai,” maine kaha.
“Haan. Pair nahi ruk rahe. Main bedsheet masal rahi hoon. Tu apna lund ab bhi bahar rakha hai kya?”
“Haan. Dheere dheere gir raha hai, lekin soya nahi. Teri baat se phir se uthne ko karta hai.”
Woh halki si siskari. “Main doosri baar nahi karungi aaj. Bas yeh sun ke kaafi hai ki tu wahi baitha hai. Kapde nahi pehne, bus nahi pakdi.”
Main ne sofa se uth kar khirki tak ek kadam liya. Neeche gali mein kutta bhauka, kisi ghar se TV ki awaaz. Bharat ki yeh raat aam thi, lekin kamre ke andar meri jeans ghutnon par atki thi aur phone garam tha.
“Malini, tu so ja. Main yahin hoon.”
“Tu bhi. Phone mat rakh turant. Thodi der saans sun.”
Humne kuch nahi kaha. Sirf do saansein line par chalti rahi. Meri nazar bag par thi, phir apne geele pet par, phir andheri gali par.
Neeche auto ki seeti ne line kaat di
Tab hi neeche se ek auto ki lambi seeti phooti, itni kareeb ki khirki ka sheesha kamp gaya. Driver kisi ko pukar raha tha, shayad galat floor. Seeti doosri baar baji, tez, gusse wali.
Malini ki awaaz tuti. “Kya hua?”
“Neeche auto wala chillata hai. Shayad kisi aur ko.” Main khirki se jhanka. Peela auto building ke gate par khada tha, headlight meri balcony ki railing kaat rahi thi. Driver haath hila raha tha.
Phone ab bhi kaan par tha. Meri jeans abhi bhi neeche thi. Usseeti ne poori raat ko bahar ki taraf kheench diya. Main line nahi kaati, lekin uth khada hua, lund ko andar kiya, button lagaya.
“Sameer?”
“Haan. Main yahin hoon. Par yeh awaaz nahi ja rahi.”
Auto wala teesri seeti baja kar aage nikal gaya. Gali phir shaant. Lekin mera nikalne ka plan aur uska call, dono us seeti ke saath kat chuke the. Bag floor par pada raha. Ticket jeb mein garmi se chipak gayi.
Maine phone ko thoda door kiya. “Main so jaunga yahin sofa par. Tu bhi.”
Usne sirf ek baar saans li, lambi, aur line par chhoti si click aayi jaise usne bhi aankh band kar li ho. Main light nahi jalaaya. Visakhapatnam ki namak hawa khirki se aati rahi, aur table par phone ab bhi garam tha, jaise uski ungliyon ki geeli awaaz ab bhi plastic ke andar atki ho.
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