Anjali ne silk saree ko godi se uthaya aur mere seene par de mara. Button dab gaya, lekin dard se zyada uski gussa wali saans kaan tak aayi.
“Tu wada bhool gaya, Vivek?” pallu uske kandhon se slither nahi kiya, khud usne kheench ke kamar par kas diya. “Kal tu bola tha door rahega. Aaj tu mere kapdon ke peeche khada hai.”
Main saree ko bistar se uthane laga tha, isliye nahi ki mai uska devar ban ke naatak karun, balki isliye ki niche society hall mein chachi ka milna tha. Suresh bhai dukan par the. Hum dono ko seedha dikhna tha.
“Door rehne ki baat maine isliye ki thi kyunki tu khud hat gayi thi,” maine kaha. “Tujhe dekh ke laga pachtawa hai.”
Anjali ki aankhen ghumi. “Pachtawa nahi tha. Chachi ne tere rishta ki file kholi thi. Mujhe laga tu maan gaya. Isliye maine kaha bas, ab nahi.”
Patna ke is garm dopahar mein Bharat ke purane gali-mohalle ki awaaz khirki se aa rahi thi, lekin kamra ab bhi humare jhagde se bhari tha. Main uske kareeb gaya, collar nahi pakda, sirf uski kalai dekhi.
“Maine koi haan nahi di. Tu samajh baithi. Koi rishta nahi.”
Woh ruk gayi. Blouse ka hook pehle se thoda dhila tha, saans lene se nahi, gusse se. Phir usne mera belt buckle chhua, hataaya, dubara chhua.
“Toh yeh meeting… hum wahan bhabhi-devar ban ke chai peene wale the.”
“Naatak se pehle sach bol.”
Anjali ne khud meri belt pakdi. “Aaj ruk. Main khud chahti hoon. Meeting jaaye. Pehle yeh.”
Itna kaafi tha. Usne mujhe chuma, daant se nahi, honth se, aur mere haath ko apni kamar par rakh diya. Main uske peeche nahi bhaga. Pallu girte hi uski nangi peeth meri hathon ke neeche aa gayi.
Jo wada kal raat ka nahi tha
Bistar ab bhi un kapdon se atta tha jo meeting ke liye nikaale gaye the. Anjali ne unhe ek jhatke mein farsh par dhakela. Petticoat ki nara uski ungli mein ulajhi, phir khud khuli.
“Itne din maine socha tu chala jayega,” uski awaaz dheemi ho gayi. “Koi nayi ladki, koi naya ghar.”
“Main yahin hoon.” Maine blouse ke baaki hook khole. Uski chhati meri hatheli ke neeche uthi, nipple already sakht. Usne mera t-shirt upar se kheench liya aur apne muh se meri gardan chaati.
Jeans ke button mein der nahi lagi. Mera lund uski mutthi mein aate hi uski aankhen band hui, phir khuli. Woh dekh rahi thi, chhupa nahi rahi.
“Itna tez mat kar,” usne kaha, lekin haath nahi hataya. “Main bhi gili hoon. Tu andaza laga.”
Meri ungliyon ne uski chut ko pehle bahar se sahlaaya, phir beech ki geeli lakir. Woh meri kalai pakad ke andar le gayi, do ungliyan, phir ruk. Uski thighs meri kamar ko kas gayi.
Hindustan ke is hisse Bihar mein ghar ke bahar naatak chalta hai, andar nahi. Anjali ne mujhe bistar par dhakela, khud upar aayi, aur apni chut ko mere lund ke sir par ragda.
“Ab bol, dar hai?”
“Nahi.”
Usne dheere se baithte hue mujhe andar liya. Pehla khichaav lamha bhar ruka, phir uski kamar ne neeche tak le liya. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Maine uske baal peeche kiye taaki uska chehra dikhe.
Anjali hili, chhoti harkat, phir badi. Uski chhati mere muh ke paas aayi to maine nipple ko honth mein liya. Woh kaan ke paas mera naam dohraati rahi, gusse wali nahi, bhari hui.
Beech beech mein uska haath mere seene par tikta, jaise naap rahi ho ki main nikal to nahi raha. Main nahi nikal raha tha. Meri hatheli uski gaand par thi, uski speed uski thi.
“Aur andar,” usne kaha. Maine kamar uthayi. Uski awaaz tuti, phir hasi jaisi nikal gayi. “Haan, wahi.”
Kapdon ki gandagi farsh par padi rahi. Khirki ke parde aadhe the, lekin gali itni door thi ki sirf dhoop ka pilla dhadda bistar kaat raha tha. Anjali ne pallu uthake apni peeth dhakne ki koshish ki, phir khud hata diya.
Uski chut geeli sunkar meri ungli ke bagal se bhi chhalakti. Main uske neeche nahi raha. Palat ke uski thighs kholi, muh lagaya. Usne mere baal pakde, dhakka nahi diya, sirf rakha.
“Vivek… bas, ab lund.”
Main uthaya. Usne khud taang meri kamar par chadhayi. Is baar dhakka gehra tha. Uski aankhen bhari, honth khule. Maine halke se shuru kiya, phir uski ungli ne meri gaand ke peeche se kaha tez.
Chudai ab shabd nahi rahi, saans ban gayi. Anjali ke nakhun meri peeth par chhote nishan chhod rahe the. Kabhi woh meri kaan mein gaali deti, kabhi sirf “aur”.
Maine uski kamar pakad ke khincha. Uska jism meri taraf aaya, chhati se chhati. Uski saans meri gardan par phooti. Ek lamhe ke liye dono ruk gaye, sirf dhadkan.
“Nikal mat,” usne kaha. “Andar nahi, lekin nikal mat abhi.”
Main andar se bahar tak hila, uski geelak uske hi pairon tak bahne lagi. Bistar ki chadar pehle se hi ulajhi thi. Anjali ne apna ek haath apni chut par rakha, apni clit sahlaate hue mere dhakke ke saath.
Uski body ki garmi meri pet tak utar rahi thi. Main uske kandhon ko bistar mein dabaaye rakha, lekin zor se nahi, tikaye. Woh khud uthke meri taraf dhakka deti.
“Dekh ke rakh, main girun nahi,” usne hans diya, phir aahein li. Hansi tut gayi jab maine kamar ghumaayi. Uski taang meri peeth ke peeche bandh gayi.
Thodi der sirf ghisav raha, tez nahi, gehra. Anjali ki aankhen nam ho aayi, royi nahi. Usne mera chehra pakad ke chuma, jeeb se, phir mere honth ko chhod diya jaise saans chahiye.
“Ab tez.”
Maine tezi badhayi. Palang ki paayal halki khan-khan hui. Anjali ne muh mein kapda nahi liya, awaaz nikaali. Uski chut ne mera lund ko pakad ke tarah kasa, phir chhoda, phir kasa.
Uske baad ke dhakke mein uski thighs kaanpne lagi. Maine uski clit apne anguthe se dabayi. Woh meri kalai pakad ke wahi rakhne ko kahi. Do saansein baad uska jism akda, phir dheela pada, geela aur zyada.
Main ab bhi andar tha. Anjali ne aankh kholi. “Tu bhi. Bahar. Mere pet par.”
Nikalte hi maine lund uski nahi par, uske pet ki naram khal par rakh diya. Do dhakke, teesra. Mera pani uski naabhi ke neeche faila. Usne ungli pher ke dekha, phir hasi nahi, sirf saans bhari.
Uske nange jism ne jawab diya
Hum dono let gaye, alag nahi, bagal mein. Pani sookhne se pehle Anjali ne meri ungli apni chut par pheri, dheere, jaise ab bhi halke se lahar baaki ho. Main andar nahi gaya is baar, sirf bahar se sahlaaya.
“Rishta wali baat tu ne chachi ko nahi kahi thi na?” usne ceiling ko dekhte hue poocha.
“Nahi. Unhone khud uthayi. Maine twahin kaha sochunga, woh sochna nahi tha.”
Anjali ne meri taraf palat. Uski chhati ab bhi tez uth rahi thi. “Isliye maine wada karwaya. Mujhe laga tu nikal jayega, aur main yahin Suresh ke ghar mein muh dhake khadi rahungi.”
“Wada galat jagah lagaya.” Maine uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye. “Tu nahi chahiye thi aisa maine nahi kaha.”
Woh chup rahi. Phir usne mera lund dheere se pakda, nahi hilaya jaise dubara maang rahi ho, sirf jaana chahti thi ki main ab bhi uske haath mein hoon. Thakawa tha, lekin door nahi.
Khirki se kisi mard ki awaaz nahi aa rahi thi, sirf cycle ki ghanti door gali mein. Anjali ne kaan khade kiye, phir meri taraf wapas aayi.
“Meeting ke liye blouse maine kal press kiya tha,” usne kaha, jaise kapda ab bhi zaroori ho. “Woh farsh par hai.”
Maine dekha. Blouse ulat, hook khule, petticoat ghutne ke paas atka hua. Saree rassi jaisi padi thi. Usne uthane ka irada kiya, haath badhaaya, phir rok liya.
Mere seene par uska gaal raha. Uski saans meri khal par garm thi. Main kuch bolne wala tha meeting ke time ke baare mein, lekin usne ungli meri honth par rakh di.
“Mat gin.”
Uski thighs meri taang ke upar aa gayi. Ab sex nahi chal raha tha, lekin jism ab bhi chipke the. Maine uski kamar par haath rakha, uski kamar ne jawab diya, dabav se nahi, tikav se.
“Suresh shaam ko aayega,” usne seedha kaha. “Woh baat alag hai. Yeh baat abhi ki hai.”
Main uske maathe par honth rakhta, lambi saans leta. Kamre mein mitti aur uske itar ki milawat thi, jo subah usne meeting ke liye lagayi thi. Woh itar ab uske gire kapdon par zyada tha, uski khal par kam.
Anjali uth baithi. Chhati nangi, pet par meri nishani ab bhi chamak rahi thi. Usne sheet ka kone se ponchha, zyada nahi, bas itna ki woh khud ko dekhe. Phir mere lund ko bhi, jaise hisaab kar rahi ho ki dono ne khatam kiya.
“Kal wala wada,” usne kaha, “main wapas nahi leti aise hi. Aaj tuta kyunki tu rishta nahi le raha. Kal phir se dar hoga.”
“Aaj ka din aaj ka hai.”
Woh meri taraf jhuki, chuma, is baar halka. Phir uske daant mere honth ke kone par ruke. “Tu meeting ko nahi jaayega na? Agar tu gaya aur main yahan rahi, log poochenge.”
Sawal mein jaalne ki jagah ek naya rasta tha. Main uthne laga, jeans dhundne. Anjali ne mera haath pakad liya.
Mehmanon ki jagah yeh faisla
Usne jeans mere haath se chheen li aur bistar ke paon ki taraf fenk di. Khud ke sandal jo darwaze ke paas soye the, unhe uthaya. Pair mein nahi pehna. Cot ke neeche dhakel diya, itni andar ki nazar se bhi pata na chale.
Ghadi takiye ke paas thi. Anjali ne time dekha, meeting ka time nikal chuka tha nahi, nikalne wala tha. Usne ghadi uthayi, palat ke dekh, phir wahi takiye ke neeche daba di.
“Chachi intezaar karegi.” Maine itna hi kaha.
“Kare.” Anjali ne sheet kheench ke apni chhati dhakti nahi, meri kamar tak kheench ke dono ko dhak diya. “Aaj main neeche nahi utrun gi. Tu bhi mat ja.”
Woh meri kalai apni kamar par rakh ke soyi nahi, aankh khuli rakhi. Bahar gali mein koi bula raha tha, naam nahi, sirf awaaz. Anjali ne kaan diya, phir mera haath zor se dabaaya, jaise jawab wahi hai.
Main uske bagal mein let gaya. Jeans door, blouse door, meeting door. Anjali ne pair se mera pair rok ke rakha, aur kamre ki dhoop unke nange jismon ke upar chalti rahi.