“Main abhi nikal rahi hoon.” Meera kitchen ke katehre se living room ki taraf aayi, chappal ki aahat tez thi.
Dupatta uske kandhon par atka hua tha aur purse ki zip adhuri khuli thi. Chandigarh ke is chhote flat mein Sunday ka half day pehle se pakka tha, isliye uski jaldi meri galti ki yaad ban ke khadi ho gayi.
“Kal wali zubaan ke baad extra nahi rukungi,” usne kaha. “Naukrani hoon, naukar nahi jo gali kha ke shaam tak khadi rahe.”
Kal main yeh bol gaya tha ki woh kaam ke dauran apna phone nikaalti hai, dhyan bhatakta hai. Baat adhuri reh gayi kyunki uske ghar se call aa gaya. Aaj wahi lafz darwaze aur meri sharm ke beech atke the.
“Meera, ek minute.” Meri awaaz uski tez chalne se halki padi. “Woh lafz galat the. Pagaar Saturday ko mil chuki hai. Naukri is maafi pe nahi tikti. Sirf yeh kehna tha ki meri zubaan tez ho gayi thi.”
Threshold par woh ruki. Uski aankhen gusse se bhari thi, lekin pair ab bhi andar the. “Phir mummy ke khane ka zikr kyun? Bharat mein log yahi samajhte hain ki ghar ki madad Sunday ko bhi bound rehti hai.”
“Zikr meri pareshani ka tha, tumhari duty ka nahi.” Seedha jawab dena zaroori tha. “Mummy shaam ko aa rahi hain, khana meri zimmedari hai. Tumhara half day waisa hi hai. Jo karna hai karo.”
Sofa ke kone par purse rakh diya usne, chappal nahi utari. “Is liye nahi ruki ki bartan bache hain. Kal raat se ek baat zabaan pe hai. Agar abhi nikal gayi to woh baat phir nahi niklegi.”
Fan ke neeche hum dono chup khade rahe. India ke is garm Sunday ki dopahar mein balcony se traffic ki goonj aa rahi thi, kamre ke andar sirf uski saans tez chal rahi thi.
“Jo kehna hai kaho,” meri awaaz dheemi thi. “Phir jaana ho to jaana.”
Jo zabaan pe atka tha
“Kal tumne jo kaha, usse gussa to hai.” Meera sofa ke arm ke paas khadi rahi, abhi bhi chappal mein. “Lekin gussa hi nahi. Yeh sochti rehti hoon ki tum mujhe sirf kaam ki tarah dekhte ho ya aur bhi. Yeh baat naukri ki file mein nahi likhi jaati.”
Mere muh se pehle ek saans nikli. “Main tumhe kaam se alag bhi dekhta hoon. Isliye kal zubaan phisli, isliye aaj maafi bhi hai.”
Aage badh ke usne meri t-shirt ki kinar pakdi. “Jo ab hoga, pagaron se nahi judega. Bolo to chali jaaun.”
“Mat jao.” Itna kaafi tha. Uska haath maine nahi khincha, usne khud kadam rakha aur mere kareeb aa gayi.
Uski kameez cotton ki thi, garmi se gardan ke paas chipki. Pehla kiss jaldbazi mein nahi hua. Usne pehle meri naak ke paas saans chhodi, phir honth lage. Maine uske honthon ko wapas dabaaya, dheere, jaise abhi bhi koi daant baaki ho.
Shirt ke peeche mera haath uski kamar par gaya. Uski kamar garam thi. Dupatta kandhe se phisalte hue sofa par gira, aur usne use wapas nahi uthaya.
Chappal ka fita uski erdi mein chubh raha tha, isliye pehle woh ek joota utari, phir doosra. Sofa par ghutne tedhe karke meri taraf khinchi. “Abhi koi nahi aayega,” usne andaaze se kaha, darwaze ki taraf ek nazar daal ke.
Do button uski kameez ke khule. Teesra maine nahi chhua, usne khud khola. Neeche kali bra thi, patli patti. Usne meri t-shirt upar ki aur seene se seena sata diya. Uski chhati meri chhati se dabi, dono ki saansein ulajh gayi.
Geeli garmi uski pet ke neeche mehsoos hui jab meri shorts ke upar uski hathaili ruki. Zipper turant nahi khuli. Pehle meri nazar pakdi, phir dheere neeche gayi.
Mera lund shorts ke kapde mein kasa tha. Usne bahar nikal ke muh mein nahi liya pehle. Sirf haath se naapa, jaise gusse ke baad bhi naap tol zaroori ho. Maine uski salwar ki nadi dhilki ki. Uski panty geeli thi.
Uske baal mere honth ke neeche aaye jab maine gardan chumi. Uski aankhen poori band nahi thi. Woh dekh rahi thi ki main kahan rukta hoon. Meri ungliyan uski chut ke upar se geele kapde par phiri, phir andar kapda hata ke do ungliyan dheere gayi.
Beech ki ungli andar gayi to uski kamar uth gayi. “Aur,” usne kaha, bas itna. Dabaav maine badhaya, anguthe se upar wale naram hisse ko ghisate hue. Uski saans toot ke nikli, lekin usne mera haath nahi hataya.
Kapde jab tang ho gaye, salwar aur panty neeche utar aaye. Kameez khuli hi reh gayi. Bra ka hook peeche se khula. Uski chhatiyon ko muh mein liya, ek ke baad ek, daant nahi lagaye, sirf jeebh. Woh mere baal pakad ke apni taraf khinchti rahi.
Sofa chhota padne laga. Floor par gali chaadar nahi thi, isliye takiya neeche gira diya. Usne usi takiye par kamar rakh ke pair khole. Mera lund uski chut ke muh par tika, geele pan se phisalne laga.
Kamre ki garmi mein usne meri kamar pakad ke andar khincha. Pehla dhakka poora nahi tha. Adhoora ghusa, ruka, phir uski marzi se poora baith gaya. Uski chut ne kas ke liya. Hum akele ek second chup rahe, jaise kal ka jhagda ab bhi beech mein ho.
Rhythm tez nahi bani. Har dhakke par uski chhati meri taraf uthti. Maine uski thighs kholi rakhi, uski aankhen meri aankhon se mili. Jab speed badhi to usne meri peeth par naakhun nahi gade, sirf ungliyan dabayi.
Chhati ke neeche uski saans kaanp rahi thi. Maine muh se uski gardan par naam nahi liya, sirf saans chhodi. Uski chut geeli ho ke chhoti awaaz de rahi thi. Yeh awaaz kaam ke ghar ki nahi thi, sirf uski.
Neeche se usne pair meri kamar ke charon taraf lapete. “Yahan, yahi,” usne kaha, aur angle badla. Lund zyada gehra gaya. Uski aankhen badi ho gayin, phir mit si gayi.
Sofa ki kinar uski peeth mein chubhi to usne mujhe seene se dhakka diya, neeche bithaya, khud upar aa gayi. Lund dubara uski chut mein baitha. Ab uski speed thi. Kameez ke palu meri pet par ghisne lage. Uski chhatiyan mere muh ke upar jhuli, maine dono ko pakad ke chusa.
Upar se woh meri taraf jhukti, baal mere chehre par girte. “Kal wala lafz ab nahi,” usne daanton ke beech kaha. Jawab mein sirf uski kamar pakdi aur neeche se uthaya. Har baithak par uski geeli chut ne awaaz di.
Gusse ki bachi hui garmi ab uski thighs mein kaanp rahi thi, kaam ki nahi. Rubber band ab bhi uske kalai par tha, subah bartan se. Usne use nahi utara. Meri nazar us par gayi to woh hans padi, phir aur gehra baithi.
Itni der baad tez dhakke aaye. Sofa ka doosra takiya kinare se gir gaya. Usne apna ek haath apni chut ke upar rakh ke malna shuru kiya jab main andar tha. Yeh uski marzi ka hisaab tha, mere order ka nahi.
Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Usne meri kamar kas ke pakdi aur andar hi andar kaanpne lagi. Uski chut ne baar baar kasa, phir ek lamba kashan aaya. Rokne ki koshish ki lekin uski ungliyon ne peeth par dabaye rakha.
Thodi der baad nikalna pade to bahar nikal ke uski pet par giraya. Safed dhara uski navel ke paas thi. Usne ungli se chhua, phir halki hansi li, jaise kal ki daant ab bhi yaad ho lekin uska wazan utar gaya ho.
Jab saans baithi to kameez usne sirf seene par khinchi, poori nahi pehni. Mere kandhe par sar rakh ke boli, “Ab maafi aur gussa dono geele ho gaye.” Yeh koi vaada nahi tha, sirf thakawat.
Fan ab bhi waisi goonj de raha tha. Hum akele floor par let gaye, takiya beech mein. Uski aankhen band thi, lekin ungli meri kalaai par thi, jaise abhi bhi kuch kehna baki ho aur waqt kam.
Meri shirt ek taraf gichi padi thi. Usne uska kone se apna paseena ponchha, phir kapda wapas meri taraf dhakel diya. “Shaam se pehle nikalna hai mujhe bhi,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “lekin abhi nahi.”
Uski thighs ab bhi meri taang se satti thi. Maine lambi saans li, uski kamar par haath rakhe, bina kuch aur maange. Kal jo lafz toot ke girhe the, unki jagah ab sirf garmi aur thakan thi.
Gate se naam pukara gaya
Saans abhi poori nahi baithi thi ki intercom ne khadka diya. Guard ki awaaz aayi, “Mihir sir, aapki mummy gate par hain, gaadi andar aa rahi hai.”
Yeh shaam se pehle ka khayal tha, lekin time kaat gaya. Meera uth ke salwar khinchti, kameez ke button galat milaati. Purse uthaya, chappal pehni. “Main service stairs se nikalti hoon. Unse aaj na milun.”
T-shirt palat ke pehni, shorts ki nadi kasi. Jo baat baad mein karni thi, woh ab nahi hogi. Lift ka button dabaane se pehle darwaza khola to uski chappal ki aahat peeche seerhiyon mein utar rahi thi.
Neeche jaana hi ab pehla kaam tha. Chehra dhone ka waqt nahi, baal theek karne ka nahi. Mummy ko gate par milna tha, aur meri saans abhi bhi us kamre jaisi tez thi.