Harmonium ke last sur ke saath maine Kabir ke gaane ko beech mein kaat diya. “Dilli wali ka zikr rehearsal ke beech kyun?” Meri ungliyan keys par thi, lekin sur nahi nikal raha tha.
Usne microphone stand ko ek inch sarkaaya, jaise jagah banana ho. “Woh meri cousin hai, Isha. Train se nahi, flight se utri thi pichhle hafte. Tumne jo distance rakha, maine samjha tumhe main nahi chahiye.”
Main athais saal ki adult aurat hoon, Raipur ki is cultural academy mein gaana sikhati hoon, aur mahinon se yeh wada palosti rahi thi ki jab tak ghar walon ko rishta thukrane ki baat nahi bolungi, Kabir ke saath line nahi cross karungi. Wada ab ek sasta natak nikal raha tha.
“Main samjhi thi tum kisi aur ke saath ho,” maine kaha. “Isliye rehearsal ke alawa kuch nahi. Aaj shaam maa ne dinner rakha hai, koi naya rishta dekhne. Wahi social natak jo main talte talte thak gayi.”
Uske kandhon ne dheela chhod diya. Practice room ki tube light jhilmilayi. Raipur, India ke is academy campus ke bahar scooter aur bus ki awaaz aa rahi thi, lekin andar sirf hum dono ki saansein thi.
“Toh tumhe main nahi, woh distance chahiye tha ghar ki wajah se.”
“Haan.” Maine dupatta kandhe se sarkaaya. “Ab samajh aa raha hai dono galat the. Tum meri cousin wali kahani ko inkaar samajh baithe, main tumhari chuppi ko kisi aur aurat ka hona.”
Pehli galatfehmi tuti
Maine pehla kadam liya. Collarbone tak gayi, honth rakhe, aur usne meri kamar pakad li. Yeh khinchav nahi tha. Button maine khud khola, pehla, phir doosra, aur uski shirt meri ungliyon ke neeche garmi failati rahi.
“Yahan?” usne poocha, awaaz mein haste hue darr.
“Haan. Main chahti hoon.” Usne sir hilaya. “Main bhi.”
Itna kaafi tha. Phir baat permission ki checklist banane ki nahi rahi. Honth meri gardan par aaye, halke se, phir tez. Cotton kurta ki back pe uska haath phisalne laga. Main adult aurat ki tarah khadi thi, pair zameen par, aur jo choo rahi thi usme koi na balak thi na koi dabav.
Churidar ki nara maine khud dhili ki. Dupatta piano ke dhakkan par giri, ek kona keys ko chhua, koi sur nahi bana. Kabir jeans ki belt nikalte hue ruka, meri aankhon mein dekha, aur maine uska kara dhaka usi belt ke buckle par rakh diya. Rukna nahi tha.
Meri thighs uske jeans ke khurdurpan se ragdin. Practice room ki durrie thandi thi, lekin meri skin nahi. Uske baal meri ungliyon mein ulajhe. Academy ke corridor mein door se koi jooton ki awaaz aayi, phir door hi chali gayi. Hum dono ruke, saans pakdi, phir has diye jaise bachpan ke choir mein pakde gaye hon.
Kurta sir ke upar se utri. Bra ke hook pe uski ungli atki, maine peeche haath le jaakar khud khol diya. Mere stan uski hathon ki garmi mein uthhe. Usne muh lagaya, dheere, jaise sur milata ho. Meri saans tute, lekin maine uske sar ko dhakka nahi diya, sirf pakde rakha.
Neeche uska lund jeans ke andar kasa tha. Maine zip khinchi, kachhe ke elastic ko sarkaaya, aur uska lund meri mutthi mein garam, bhari, ready tha. Usne meri chut ko churidar ke upar se hi sehlaaya, kapda geela ho chuka tha. Main uske kaan ke paas boli, “Andar se hatao.”
Churidar ghutnon tak utri, phir pairon se nikal kar durrie ke kone par padi. Meri panty usne anguthe se khinchi, aur meri chut khuli hawas mein thi, geeli, garam. Do ungliyan andar gayin, dheere, phir meri rapat ke hisaab se tez. Main uske kandhon par naakhen gaadti rahi, lekin awaaz dabi rakhi kyunki neeche wale hall mein kabhi kabhi tabla class chalti hai.
Usne zubaan meri chut par rakhi. Piano ke paar meri ek taang uth gayi. Yeh koi naatak nahi tha, na koi film ka cut. Meri thighs kaanp rahi thi, aur main uske baal kas ke pakde hue thi. Woh Dilli wali cousin ki baat ab kamre mein thi hi nahi. Sirf meri saans, uski zubaan, aur woh purana wada jo ab toot chuka tha.
Main usko khinchte hue khud neeche aayi. Uska lund muh mein liya, gehra, phir nikal kar dekhte hue. Adult aurat hone ka matlab mere liye yahi tha ki jo chaahe woh khud le. Uske haath mere baal mein the, lekin dhakka nahi, bas saath. Meri aankhen uski taraf uthin, aur usne mera naam sirf saans mein liya.
Wallet uske jeans ke pichhle pocket se nikla. Packet ka foil fata. Condom usne khud chadhaaya, kheencha, check kiya. Barrier lagte hi uska lund covered tha, aur uske baad jo hua usi ke saath hua, nanga nahi.
Call ne raasta badla
Phone meri panty ke paas durrie par kaampa. Screen par maa ka naam tha. Purana plan yahi tha ki saat dhai baje dinner par pahunchna hai, rishta dekhna hai, muskurana hai. Ungli screen tak gayi, almost swipe.
Kabir ne kuch nahi kaha. Uske kandhon ki rigidity bol rahi thi ki woh samajhta hai main chali jaungi. Wahi galatfehmi ka doosra rukh. Maine call uthaya, kurta se seena dhakte hue bhi aawaz seedhi rakhi.
“Haan maa.”
“Isha, larka aa gaya hai. Tum late ho. Pallu theek kar ke nikalti ho ya nahi?”
Practice room ki khidki se Raipur ki shaam ka dhuaan dikh raha tha. Bharat ke is shehar mein aisi family dinner ki zimmedari hamesha meri tarah ki auraton ke kandhon par daal di jati hai, jaise adult hone ka matlab sirf haan karna ho.
“Main nahi aa rahi. Rishta nahi dekhna. Aaj nahi, kal nahi.” Line kaat di. Phone ulta rakh diya, screen neeche.
Kabir ne kameez dhundhni shuru ki, jaise ab scene khatam. Maine uska kameez door dhakka diya. “Main jaa nahi rahi. Pehle socha tha call par haan bol dungi, kapde pehen ke nikal jaungi. Ab nahi.”
Uske honth khule, phir bande. Yeh pause waisi hi cheez nahi thi jo pehle chal rahi thi. Faisla palat chuka tha. Jo pehle sirf choona aur rukna hota, ab poora lena tha.
Durrie par main let gayi, taange kholin, usko khincha. Condom pehle se pada tha, usne lund meri chut ke muh par ragda, geelapan se slide hua, phir dheere andar aaya. Bhar poorah nahi tha pehli hi saans mein. Maine kamar uthayi, usko gehra liya, aur meri ek awaaz nikal gayi jo piano ke dhakkan se takrai.
Dhakke pehle short the, phir lambe. Meri taange uske kamar ke peeche ulajhin. Uska haath mere ek stan par, doosra meri thigh ke neeche. Main neeche se milti rahi, apni rapat khud set karti. Yeh uska show nahi tha. Adult aurat ki tarah main bhi chod rahi thi, neeche se, andar se.
“Tez,” maine kaha, aur usne diya. Durrie ke neeche floor thanda tha, upar meri back garam. Kabhi kabhi uska lund nikalta, condom ki chamak dikhti, phir wapas meri chut mein ghusta. Barrier pada raha. Koi replacement nahi, koi nikalna nahi.
Meri ungliyan apni chut ke upar wale hisse par le gayi, gol, tez. Usne dekha, aur uski saans meri gardan par tuti. Hum dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Practice room ki ghadi saat unnees bata rahi thi. Dinner table par ab koi meri khali plate dekh raha hoga. Soch kar gussa nahi aaya, halki si hansi aayi, jo uske seene se takrai.
Position badli, lekin mechanical nahi. Main upar aayi, uske lund par baithi, condom ke saath andar liya, apni kamar ghumayi. Uska haath meri hips par tha, lekin speed meri. Kurta ab bhi piano par pada tha. Meri boobs uske muh ke upar jhul rahi thi, usne pakad kar choosa. Main sir uthaye hue thi, aankhen band, phir kholin kyunki dekhna tha yeh kamra, yeh aadmi, yeh meri choice.
Andar woh jagah mili jahan se meri taange kaanpne lagti hain. Maine uska haath apni chut par dabaaya, saath mein ragda, aur orgasm aaya to maine uske kandhon ko kas liya, awaaz daant ke peeche dabi. Uska lund ab bhi andar tha, covered, dhakke chhote ho gaye, phir tez, phir usne meri kamar pakad kar khud ko andar hi chhod diya, condom ke andar, meri chut ke tight hone ke saath.
Kuch der sirf saans. Uska lund dheela hua, usne nikaala, condom utaara, tissue box jo tabla ke paas students ke liye rakha rehta hai usse wrap karke kudeydaan mein daala. Main leti rahi, meri thighs geeli, meri chut dhadak rahi thi, lekin kamra wahi tha, tube light wahi, India ke is academy ka woh purana smell of wood polish wahi.
Main academy se nikal gayi
Kurta pehena pehla kaam tha. Bra hook lagi, churidar ki nara kasi, dupatta kandhe par daala jaise class lene jaane wali teacher, na ki koi chhupi hui ladki. Kabir jeans pehen raha tha, shirt ke buttons galat hole mein daal raha tha. Maine do button theek kiye, phir haath hata liya.
“Main ghar jaa rahi hoon. Unke ghar. Bolne.”
Usne poocha nahi kitna der, kab milna, agla rehearsal kab. Microphone stand wahi teda khada tha. Harmonium ka dhakkan maine band kiya, kyunki kal subah junior batch aayegi aur unhe geela saaz nahi dikhna chahiye.
Corridor khaali tha. Neeche hall ke darwaze se kisi tabla teacher ki awaaz door se aa rahi thi, class nahi, packing. Main sidhiyon se utri, pair tez. Gate par chowkidar ne sirf clock dekha, kuch nahi poocha. Bahar Raipur ki hawa garmi liye hue thi.
Auto wale ne Civil Lines ki taraf meter chadhaaya. Peeche mudkar academy ki peeli batti dekhi, phir nahi dekhi. Phone silent tha, maa ke missed calls ki laal ginti badh rahi thi. Main adult aurat ki tarah seat par baithi rahi, churidar ke geele nishan ko dupatta se dhakte hue, aur driver se sirf itna kaha, “Seedha ghar, rukna nahi.”
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