Bijli ki ladi tanki ke kante par atak chuki thi. Main kheench raha tha jab Shalini ka pallu peeche sarak gaya aur uski gardan ke neeche taaza daant ke nishan saaf nikal aaye.
Woh ladi ko pakde khadi thi, peela blouse paseene se chipka hua. Kolkata ke is purane mohalle ki chat par dopahar dhal chuki thi, Bharat ki is Durga wali hawa mein mitti aur cheeni ki khushbu mil rahi thi.
Ladi meri mutthi se chhoot gayi.
“Yeh nishan kal nahi tha.”
Shalini ne pallu wapas kheencha, lekin der ho chuki thi. Uski aankhen meri aankhon se takrayin, phir woh hans di jaise koi baat halki ho.
“Binod ki biwi ne subah gali mein randi chilla diya. Ab tu bhi wahi dekh raha hai?”
Lafz sunte hi mera pet sitak gaya. Binod do chhat aage rehta hai, shaadi-shuda, doodh ki agency wala. Chat par main isliye chadhha tha ki puja ki lighting lagani thi, isliye nahi ki mujhe uska pehle wala faisla mil jaaye.
“Tu uske paas gayi?” meri awaaz sookhi nikli.
Kanta chhudaate hue usne sir hilaaya. “Gayi thi. Khud gayi thi. Koi zabardasti nahi. Ab poori building ko pata hai. Maa neeche rabri phaint rahi hai aur sochti hai beti saj-dhaj ke puja sajane aayi hai.”
Mere haath kante par atke rahe. Attraction aur gussa ek saath chadhhe. Shalini teen saal se is gali ki woh aurat thi jiske saath main chai pe baat karta tha, jise main seedha samajhta tha. Ab uska chehra wahi tha, sirf meri jaankari badal gayi thi.
“Randi kehne wale galat hain,” meri zubaan nikal gayi, phir ruk gayi kyunki khud nahi jaanta tha sach kya lagta hai.
Kareeb aakar usne meri shirt ka button pakda. “Galat ya sahi, naam toh chipak gaya. Tu nikal jaana chahe to nikal ja. Lighting main laga lungi.”
Naam ki garmi
Button par uski ungliyon ka dabav tha, garam, thoda kampata hua. Neeche gali mein rickshaw ki ghanti kisi ne bajayi, lekin chat par sirf hamari saansein thi.
“Nikalne ka mann nahi. Mann hai puchhne ka ki tu mere saath kyun khadi hai ab.”
Shalini ne button nahi chhoda. “Kyunki tu ab bhi yahin hai. Aur kyunki mujhe bhi tujhe chhune ka mann hai, bina kisi agency wale ke.”
Yeh woh pal tha. Gardan meri taraf kheenchti hui usne honth rakh diye. Chumma geela nikla, gussa liye, phir dheema. Zubaan ne jawab diya, kameez ke do button khul gaye.
Pallu dubara gir gaya. Peela blouse ke neeche uski chhati uth-gir rahi thi. Maine uski kamar pakdi. Uski kamar itni garam thi ki petticoat ki dori tale sarakne lagi.
Tanki ki thandi deewar uski peeth se lagi. Blouse ke hook meri ungliyon mein ulajhe, ek khula, doosra atka, phir woh khud haath peeche le jaakar kholne lagi. Uski saans meri gardan par phooti.
Gussa ab bhi tha. Binod ka nishan uski gardan par laal tha, jaise koi chhapa. Honth wahan rakh kar maine chusa, jaise woh nishan mita sakun, jaise naam mita sakun. Shalini ki kamar meri taraf dhakki, uski thighs meri taangon ke bahar khul gayin.
“Yash, rukna hai to ab ruk. Nahi to yahin.”
Main ruka nahi. Jawab mein uska haath mere belt par aa gaya, zip neeche, mera lund uski mutthi mein garam aur bhari hui nasson ke saath. Usne halke se masla, phir zor se, jaise poochh rahi ho main bhi wahi insaan hoon ya naya koi.
Hindustan ke mohallon mein aisa naam jaldi chipak jata hai, aur aurat chahe khud chuni ho tab bhi log thookte hain. Shalini ne wahi thook is chat par rakh diya tha, mere honthon ke beech, bina maafi ke.
Petticoat uthti hui uski chut geeli milti. Do ungliyan andar gayin, geelapan garam tha, andar ki deewar lapakti hui. Uski aankhen band hui, phir khulin, mujhe dekhte hue. “Itna soch mat. Soch ke tu yahin hai.”
Blouse kandhon se sarak kar uske baazuon par atka raha, chhati nangi, nipple kathor. Munh rakh kar maine chusa, daant se halka kaata, uski ungliyan mere baal kheenchti rahi. Mera lund uski jaangh par sarakta, uski chut ke upar ragadta, abhi andar nahi.
“Binod bhi aise hi khada raha tha kya?” lafz nikal gaye, kadwe.
Shalini ne mera chehra pakda. “Nahi. Woh jaldi mein tha. Guilt mein tha. Tu gusse mein hai. Farq hai.”
Farq ne aur jalaaya. Shirt meri bhi khul gayi, uske chhati se meri chhati chipki. Saree ka pallu tanki ke nali par latak gaya, peela kapda hawa mein. Petticoat kamar par hi uth kar atki, neeche se khuli. Pant meri ghutnon tak utri, joota pehne hi rahe kyunki chat ki farsh garam thi.
Uski chut par mein lund pherne laga, pani sa geelapan sir par lagta. “Andar de,” usne kaha, chhota, saaf. “Abhi.”
Andar gaya to uski chut ne kas kar pakda. Pehla dhakka gehrai tak gaya, doosra aur tez. Uski peeth tanki se khadaki, uski saans toot kar nikalti. Maine uski ek taang uthayi, uski thighs meri kamar par lapatti, aur dhakke lagte rahe, gusse ke, bhookh ke.
“Randi,” usne khud kaha, meri kaan ke paas, jaise lafz chakh rahi ho. “Ab tu bhi keh. Dekh, tootta hai ya nahi.”
Kehna nahi chahta tha, lekin lafz nikal gaya. Uski chut aur bheeg gayi us par, jaise gali bhi uske liye geelapan ho. Dhakke tez hue, uski chhati meri chhati se ragadti, blouse ke kapde beech mein atke. Uska haath mere gardan peeche, dabaye rakha, jaise main nikal na jaun.
Neeche kisi cycle ki ghanti phir bajayi gayi. Dono thame, phir has diye, chhote, kaale. Chat par koi nahi tha. Sirf pani ki tanki, atki hui ladi, aur hum.
Shalini ne meri kamar pakad kar palat diya. Ab meri peeth deewar se lagi, woh saamne, pallu kandon se latakta. Uski chut ne mera lund dobara liya, is baar woh khud utar-chadhi, dheeme, phir tez. Uski aankhen meri aankhon mein thi, bin sharm ke.
“Teen saal chai peeti rahi, aur tu kuch poochhta nahi tha,” saans ke beech boli. “Ab jab naam nikal aaya, tab himmat aayi.”
Jawab mein meri mutthi uske baal kheench kar uska gala nanga kiya, honth uske nishan par, phir uske munh par. Chumma mein daant takraaye. Uski chut mera lund ko neeche tak le jaati, nikalte hue chirakti. Paseena uski kamar se meri ungliyon par behne laga.
Garam hawa Kolkata ki tarah chipchipi thi. Bharat ke is kone ki dopahar dhal kar shaam chhoo rahi thi, lekin neeche dukan abhi band thi, upar koi nahi chadhta is time. Hum dono us khali daure ka fayda utha rahe the, jaante hue ki yeh daura chhota hai.
Uski awaaz badhli, geeli, tooti. “Wahan… haan, wahi.” Meri ungli uski chut ke upar wale daney par ghumi, lund andar dhakke maarta raha. Uski taangein kampin, uski chut dabki, geelapan meri jaangh tak bahaa. Uski saans lambi nikal kar atki, phir toot kar nikal gayi.
Uske baad bhi woh ruki nahi. Chudai uske liye ab naam ka jawab thi. Uski mutthi mere lund ke neeche, ande dabati, munh mere kaan par. “Ab tu gira. Mujh par. Yahi.”
Girna nahi chahta tha jaldi, lekin uski chut ki pakad ne nikaal liya. Dhakka aakhri, gehra, mera lund dhadka, maal uske andar girta raha, garam, chipchipa. Uski peeth meri baanhon mein kampati rahi, dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.
Kuch der sirf tanki ki sil sii thandak aur hamari saans. Mera lund dheela hota uski chut se sarakne laga, maal uski jaangh par ek lakeer banata. Usne woh lakeer ungli se chhoo kar dekha, phir meri shirt ke kone se ponchha, jaise koi badi baat na ho.
Jo labz muh se nikal aaye
Pant uthate hue meri ungliyan kamp rahi thin. Shalini ne blouse ke hook lagaye, peela kapda phir chipka, lekin pallu ab bhi dheela tha. Gardan par nishan ab do the, purana Binod ka, naya mera.
“Ab tu bhi wahi sochta hoga,” usne kaha, ladi ka kanta dobara pakadte hue, lekin lagaayi nahi. “Ki randi hi hoon.”
Sochné ki koshish ki. Gussa ab bhi tha, lekin us gusse ke neeche wahi bhookh thi jo teen saal se chai ke pyaale ke peeche chhupi thi. “Sochta hoon ki tu ne khud chuna. Binod ko bhi. Mujhe bhi. Naam logon ne rakha. Kaam tune kiya.”
Hansi uski khaari nikli. “Kaam. Kitna saaf lafz hai. Neeche maa rabri phaint rahi hai. Usko nahi pata uski beti tanki se lipat kar chudi. Kal gali mein phir koi chillaayega.”
Ladi ab bhi kante par atki thi, adhuri. Hum dono ne lighting poori nahi ki thi. Puja ki tarikh paas thi, lekin haath ab kaam ke nahi rahe the. Uski ungliyan mere belt ke buckle par thirakti rahi, jaise aur lena ho, phir hat gayin.
“Jaldi mein mat bol ki tu kal bhi aayega,” usne kaha. “Aaj jo hua, uske baad log tujhe bhi dekhengе. Doodh wale ki tarah nahi, us aadmi ki tarah jo randi ke saath chat par tha.”
Jawab se pehle neeche se awaaz aayi, saaf, gharwali. “Shalini! Rabri phatne wali hai, neeche aa. Shutter kholna hai!”
Bimla ki awaaz se dono ek pal pathhar hue. Pallu usne jaldi sambhala, baal kaan ke peeche kiye, lekin gardan ka nishan chhupa nahi. Mere honth ab bhi uske namak se chipke the.
“Ja rahi hoon,” usne neeche ki taraf chillaya, awaaz itni saaf jaise abhi kuch hua hi na ho. Phir meri taraf dekha. “Tu yahin thahar, ya seedhi se nikal ja peeche wali. Saamne se mat utarna. Maa dekh legi.”
Neeche dukan ka shutter
Ladi usne kante se chhudaayi, poori geendh kar baanh par daal li. Lighting yahin adhuri chhodne ka matlab tha ki shaam ko phir koi chadhega, shayad main nahi. Peela blouse, geeli jaangh, aur bijli ki ladi uske saath seedhiyon ki taraf badhi.
Main tanki ke peeche khada raha, pant ka button abhi bhi dheela. Uski chappal ki awaaz do mahle neeche gayi, phir gali ki taraf. Koi sawaal nahi, koi wada nahi. Sirf woh ordinary utar jaana.
Shutter neeche kharka. Lohe ki woh awaaz poori gali jaanti hai, matlab dukan khuli, rabri nikelgi, log aayenge. Chat ke kone se ek jhalak mili: Shalini neeche khadi, ladi counter ke peeche phenk kar, baal bandhte, maa ko jawab deti, jaise upar koi tanki na ho, koi nishan na ho, koi randi wala lafz na ho.
Gali mein pehli customer ki cycle ruki. Shalini hans kar kuch boli, awaaz nahi aayi, sirf uska munh dikha. Uski gardan par meri honth ki laali shaam ki dhundh mein bhi padti thi, lekin neeche kisi ne nahi dekha, ya dekha aur chup raha.
Ladi ab uski dukan ke andar thi, yahin nahi. Chat khali padh gayi, atka hua kanta, meri khuli shirt, aur woh daant ka purana nishan jo ab meri yaad mein mil gaya tha. Main peeche wali seedhi ki taraf badha, bina lighting lagaye, bina usse aur kuch kahe.