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Meri biwi Pallavi ne darwaza chhod kar mujhe rok liya

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“Agar tum abhi nikal gaye to raat ko wapas mat aana.”

Pallavi meri biwi kitchen ke sink ke paas khadi thi. Uske haath mein garam kadhai ka dhakkan tha, aur uski aankhen meri taraf itni seedhi thi ki doosra joota uthate uthate meri ungliyan ruk gayin.

“Do ghante ka cricket hai, wahi purane log,” maine kaha. “Kanpur ki shaam mein aur kya bacha hai.”

“Khana nahi dikha? Aaj alag banaya, tumhe pata bhi nahi.” Uski awaaz unchi nahi thi, lekin kaati hui thi. “Har hafte yahi daud. Main ghar, tum bahar. Phir kehte ho biwi kaabu karti hai.”

Yeh jhagda dopahar se adhura pada tha. Office se aate hi shirt ke do button khule the, aur muh se nikal gaya tha ki ground nikalna hai. Pallavi ne kaha pehle baitho. Maine late hone ki baat daal di. Wahan baat atak gayi thi. Ab pani ki tanki ki tarah woh gussa bhi bhar kar khada tha.

Hindustan ki is garmi mein fan tez ghuma, lekin kamre ki hawa phir bhi bhari lagi. Pallavi ne dhakkan rakh diya, phir bhi kadhai se jeera ki khushbu aa rahi thi. Cricket wale dosto ka message screen par chamka, maine use pocket mein daba diya.

“Chalo, jao,” usne kaha. “Lekin aaj ke baad yeh mat poochna ki thali kyun thandi padi.”

Kundi tak paaon badhe. Ek joota pehna hua tha, doosra haath mein. Siudi ki gehri chhaon bahar padi thi. Nikalne ka khayal aaya, phir peeche Pallavi ki ruk-ruk kar leti saans sunai di.

Kundi chhoot gayi. Joota neeche rakh diya. Palat kar khada raha.

Woh palat kar ruka

“Main nahi jaa raha.”

Pallavi ne apron ka kone ponchha, jaise haath ko kaam dena ho. “Ab sympathy mat baanto. Subah se jo nikalna tha, woh nikal jaata.”

“Sympathy nahi hai. Yahin khada hoon.”

Woh do kadam aage aayi. Kurti ka neela kapda pet ke paas sikan ho gaya tha. “To haath pakad ke statue mat bano. Agar rukna hai to sahi se ruko.”

Uska haath thanda nahi tha, halka nam tha. Shirt ke kone se usne khincha, itna ki do aur button khul gaye. “Haan. Abhi. Bahar wala ground mat soch.”

Pehla chumban daanton se takraya, phir galat angle theek hua. Uski aankhen band hui, meri nahi. Jeera aur uski gardan ki khushbu ek saath aa rahi thi. Sofa ke kinare tak peeche hat te hat te uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche aa gayi.

“Yahin?” saans ke beech sawaal nikla.

“Haan. Bedroom tak natak mat banao.” Pallavi ne khud kurti upar sarakaayi, andar safed bra ka hook peeche se atka hua tha. Hook chhuta, kapda kandhon se fislaya. Chhatiyan garam thin, nipple meri ungli ke neeche sakht ho gaye.

Jeans ki zip usne khud khinchi. Mera lund kapde ke andar se daba hua tha, uski hatheli ne use nikal kar pakda, dheere, jaise ab bhi gussa aur chahat ek hi rassi par hon. Main sofa par baith gaya, woh meri god mein aa gayi, churidar ke neeche se petticoat ki dori khuli.

Geela pan pehle ungli par laga, phir doosri par. Uski chut garam thi, andar ki deewar meri ungli ko kheench rahi thi. Pallavi ne meri gardan mein muh rakha aur ek awaaz nikaali jo kitchen wali awaaz se bilkul alag thi. Khud ko upar uthaya, lund ko apni chut ke muh par laya, aur dheere baithi.

Pehli dhasak mein dono ki saansein rukin. Uski thighs meri jeans ke kine par kasin. Main andar tak gaya, ruk kar dekha. Pallavi ne sir hilaya, ek baar, bas itna. Phir khud hilne lagi, upar neeche, jaise jhagde ki bachi hui baat ab is harkat se nikal rahi ho.

Sofa ka ek pair pichhe khisak gaya. Curtain half khula tha, neeche gali ka halka shor aa raha tha, lekin kamra hamara hi tha. Main uske kandhon ko pakad kar khada hua, use sofa ki peeth se sahlaya, aur khud tez choda. Uski chut ne pakad rakha tha, geeli awaaz har dhakke ke saath saaf thi.

“Aur andar,” usne kaha, daant honth par. Baal uske maathe par chipak gaye the. Main neeche jhuka, ek chuchi muh mein li, dusri ko ungli se dabaye rakha. Pallavi ki kamar meri baanh ke andar kaanp rahi thi.

Position badli jab usne meri chhati dhakeli. Woh charpai nahi, yahi sofa, ghutnon ke bal palat gayi. Peeth meri taraf, kurti kamar tak uthi hui. Peeche se ghusa, uski gaand meri pet se takrai. Haath aage badha kar uski chut ke upar wala naram hisa malish kiya, jab lund andar bahar ho raha tha.

Pallavi ki ungliyan sofa ke kapde ko masal rahi thin. Uski awaaz dabane ki koshish karti, phir toot jaati. Main tez hua, phir ruk kar gehra, phir tez. Yeh koi ginti nahi thi, bas uski saans jab unchi hoti thi to dhakka usi naap ka ho jata tha.

Palat kar woh phir samne aa gayi, taange meri kamar ke peeche kasin. Aankh se aankh mili. Uski aankhen geeli thin, gusse wali nahi. Lund uski chut mein pura tha, ruk kar, jaise dono ek hi sawaal ka jawab dhoondh rahe hon. Phir usne khud ko upar uthaya aur baithi, itni ki meri saans atak gayi.

God mein baith kar Pallavi ne meri shirt ke bache hue button khol diye. Chhati par uske naakhun halki lakeer chhod gaye. Main uski thighs ko pakad kar uthata, girata, uthata. Uski chut ab itni geeli thi ki har baar ek chhoti si awaaz nikalti, jaise kapde nahi, sirf chamdi aur garmi ho.

“Ab nikalna mat,” usne kaha, aur yeh cricket wali baat nahi thi. Main andar hi raha. Uski chut ne kasav badhaya, meri ungliyan uski kamar par aur kasi. Woh kampne lagi, pehle pet se, phir taangon se. Muh meri gardan par daba, ek lambi saans bhari, aur uske andar se ek garam lahar mera lund ke around se guzri.

Uske baad meri bhi rukawat toot gayi. Tez dhakke, uski chhati meri chhati se, uske baal mere muh mein. Khud ko bahar nikalne ka khayal aaya, lekin Pallavi ne taange aur kasi. Andar hi gir gaya, garam, bar bar, jab tak saans ghabrake na lauti.

Gali se paani ki khabar

Dono sofa par dheele pade rahe. Fan ab bhi tez tha, paseena uski gardan se meri kalai tak behne laga. Pallavi ne meri shirt ka kone uthaya aur apni chhati ponchhi, phir hans di, woh chhoti si hans jo jhagde ke baad aati hai jab baat khatam nahi hoti, bas ruk jaati hai.

Adhura jhagda ab bhi kahin pada tha, lekin uska wazan kam tha. Cricket wale dosto ka khayal aaya, phir nahi aaya. Pallavi meri biwi thi, yahi flat, yahi jeera, yahi gusse ke baad wala chupchaap. Uski ungli meri chhati par ghumti rahi, bina kuch maange.

India ke is purane society floor par shaam ko jo cheez sabse pehle tootti hai, woh paani ka time hota hai. Neeche watchman ki awaaz siudi se chadh kar aayi, saaf, bina shaque ke: “Bhai sahab, paani aa gaya! Motor chalao, tanki chhoti hai!”

Pallavi ne aankh uthayi. “Ja. Nahi to poori line gila kar degi.”

Jeans uthayi, zip chadhai, shirt ke button adhure hi chhod diye. Balcony ke switch tak teen kadam the. Motor ki bhinbhinahat shuru hui, neeche gali mein tempo ki horn mili, upar tanki mein paani ki thap-thap.

Wapas mude to Pallavi kurti pehen kar sofa ke kone par baithi thi, churidar abhi bhi floor par. Uski aankhen meri taraf thin, thaki hui, lekin gusse wali nahi. Kitchen mein kadhai thandi pad chuki thi. Main switch ke paas khada raha, motor ki aahat ke saath, aur usne sirf itna kaha, “Khane se pehle haath dho lena.”

Kanpur ki woh shaam wahi khatam hui. Hindustan ke is chhote flat mein paani ki line chalti rahi, aur meri biwi ne thali garam karne ke liye uthte hue meri taraf ek nazar daali, jaise darwaza ab kundi par nahi, peeche reh gaya ho.

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