“Yeh keema sukh raha hai,” maine kadhai hataate hue kaha. “Kartik, apni plate le lo, warna yeh bhi thandi ho jayegi.”
Woh sofa ke arm par khada tha, shirt ke do button khule, jaise abhi bhi kisi bheed ke liye ready ho. “Main isliye nahi aaya ke tumhari serving mein haath bataun,” usne dheere se kaha. “Tumne last hafte kaha tha, Palak ke farewell par madad kar dena.”
Main living room ki mez ke paas ruk gayi. Chandigarh ke is chhote flat mein hum do hi bache the. Bharat ke is shehar mein Palak ke saare dost overtime, ghar ke mehman, ya traffic ka bahana leke nahi aaye the. Sirf yahi aadmi aaya tha, jise maine Holi ke raat ke baad door rakhne ki koshish ki thi.
“Tumhe lagta hai maine tumhe waiter bana diya?” maine pucha, spoon mez par rakhte hue.
“Haan. Tumne kaha tha mat aana. Phir yeh dinner ka call aa gaya. Main samjha, kaam ke liye bulaya hai.”
Khali mez wali raat
Holi wali raat campus ke park mein bheed thi, gulaal, dhol, aur woh ek jhatka jab uske honth mere honthon tak aaye. Maine kaha tha, “Abhi nahi, yahan nahi.” Usne sirf itna suna, jaise main hamesha ke liye mana kar rahi hoon. Us raat ke baad usne mere messages ka jawab late diya, aur maine bhi usko space di, soch ke shayad usko meri zaroorat nahi.
Aaj yahi mez thi, do garam plate, ek thandi raita, aur koi mehman nahi. Palak ka farewell sirf hamare beech reh gaya tha. Kartik ne apni plate uthayi, phir wapas rakh di.
“Maine waiter nahi mangaya tha,” maine kaha. “Maine tumhe isliye bulaya kyunki tumhare bina woh raat adhuri pad gayi thi. Yahan koi bheed nahi hai. Yeh ghar hai.”
Woh meri taraf aaya, lekin haath nahi lagaya. “Divya, tum college se nikal ke adult ladki ban chuki ho, main bhi baccha nahi raha. Agar yeh sirf bartan dhone ka kaam hai, to main dhota hoon aur nikal jata hoon.”
“Bartan baad mein,” maine kaha. “Pehle yeh batao, tum aaye ho madad ke liye, ya isliye ke woh holika wali baat ab bhi khatam nahi hui?”
Uske kandhon ne halka sa jhatka khaya. “Main isliye aaya kyunki tumne kaha tha aana. Main ne socha, tumhe haath chahiye. Dil nahi.”
Main uske collars ke paas gayi, apna ek haath uski shirt par rakha. “Dil bhi chahiye. Aur body bhi. Agar tum bhi chahte ho, to yeh thali yahin padhi rahe.”
Usne sirf itna kaha, “Main bhi.” Phir uske honth mere honthon par aa gaye, dheere, jaise ab koi dhol nahi baj raha.
Maine uski shirt ke bache buttons khole. Uski chhati garam thi, aur meri ungliyon ne uske skin par ruk kar mehsoos kiya ke woh kaanp nahi raha, bas ruka hua tha. Usne meri kurti ki zipper peeche se khichi. Kapda meri bahon se utra, bra ke upar uska haath ruka, phir cups ke andar ghus gaya. Meri chuchiyaan uski hatheliyon mein kadi ho gayin.
“Sofa par,” maine saans ke beech kaha. Hum dono wahan girte-girte baithe. Usne meri jeans ka button khola, zipper neeche kiya, aur main khud kapda hips se sarkaane lagi. Panty geeli thi. Usne woh bhi utaar di, aur meri thighs ko alag kiya.
Hindustan ke is hisse ki shaam jaldi dhal jaati hai. Window se sector ki lights dikh rahi thin jab uski zubaan meri chut par lagi. Main sir uthake dekhti rahi, is adult ladki ki tarah jo ab bheed se nahi, apni marzi se khuli hui thi. Usne clit ko chusa, do ungliyan andar dalin, aur maine uske baal pakad liye.
“Kartik… aise hi.”
Woh rukaa nahi. Meri kamar uske muh ke hisaab se uthne lagi. Jab main pasine se chipak rahi thi, usne jeans kholi. Uska lund bhaari tha, sir geela. Maine haath se pakda, neeche se upar phela, aur uske honthon ko phir se chuma.
Usne mujhe sofa par letaya. Meri ek taang uske kandhe ke paas uthi, doosri cushion par. Pehle dhakke mein uska lund meri chut ke muh par ruka, phir andar gaya, geela rasta pakad ke. Dard nahi tha, bas bhar jaane ka woh khinchaav tha jiski main intezaar kar rahi thi.
“Aur andar,” maine kaha, aur usne kamar jhukake dhakka tezz kiya. Sofa ki back meri kophal se takrai. Uske dhakke seedhe the, bina natak ke. Har baar jab woh nikalta, meri chut usko kheenchti. Main ne apna haath apni clit par rakh diya, chhote gol, aur uski saans meri gardan par garam padne lagi.
Kabhi woh ruk kar meri aankhen dekhta. Main munh se sirf uska naam leti, lambi saans ke saath. Uski ungliyan meri chuchi ko masalti rahi, kabhi tez, kabhi bas daba ke. Meri thighs uske kamar ke dono taraf lapeti thin, aur jab usne meri ek taang aur upar uthayi, lund aur gehra utra.
Mez par keema ab bilkul thanda tha. Mujhe uski khushbu bhi nahi aa rahi thi. Sirf yeh ghar, yeh sofa, aur yeh aadmi jo waiter banne aaya tha. Maine uske kaan ke paas kaha, “Holi par jo nahi hua, woh yahan karo.”
Usne meri kamar pakdi aur rhythm badal diya. Ab dhakke lambe the. Meri chut geeli awaaz nikal rahi thi, sharm ki nahi, kaam ki. Main ne uske kandhon ko kheencha, apni chhati uski chhati se sataayi, aur jab orgasm aaya to meri ungliyan uski peeth par khud nishan bana gayin. Andar se jhatke aaye, baar baar, aur maine uska lund aur kaske pakad liya.
Woh bhi nahi ruka. Kuch dhakkon ke baad uski kamar kas gayi, usne meri thighs ko aur khola, aur andar hi jhadne laga. Garam lehar meri chut mein faili. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Woh meri upar ruka, maatha meri maathe se sata, phir dheere nikal aaya.
Main sofa par leti rahi, taangein ab bhi khuli. Uska cum meri thighs ke beech se behne laga. Usne apni shirt uthayi aur meri skin ponchhi, bina kuch lecture diye. Main hans di, chhoti si, isliye nahi ke sharm aayi, balki isliye ke thali ab bhi wahi padhi thi.
“Keema khaoge?” maine pucha.
“Baad mein. Pehle kapde.”
Woh apni jeans pehenne laga. Main panty aur kurti dhundhne uthi, zipper khud kheecha. Mirror mein meri aankhen laal thin, baal bigde hue. Yeh wahi adult aurat thi jo subah office jaati hai, lekin ab uske honth suje the.
Darwaze tak chupchaap jaana
Kartik ne jacket uthaya jo sofa ke peeche gira tha. Buttons theek kiye, phir meri taraf dekha. “Kal Palak ko message karunga ke dinner nahi hua. Tumhe waiter wali baat nahi doonga.”
“Mat dena,” maine kaha. “Aur yeh bhi mat samajhna ke Holi wala nahi ab bhi kaayam hai. Woh nahi tha. Yeh tha.”
Usne sir hilaaya, ek chhota sa. Koi agla plan nahi bandha, koi waada nahi dohraya. Main uske peeche corridor tak gayi. Darwaza khola. Shaam ki hawa andar aayi, thandi, Chandigarh ke sector wali.
Woh nikal gaya, seedhiyon ki taraf. Maine latch laga di, mez ki taraf palat ke dono plate sink mein rakh diyen, aur lights bujha diyen. Jo madad mangne aaya tha, woh ab sirf madad nahi raha. Main kitchen ki light bhi band karti hui ruk gayi, phir sofe ke us cushion ko seedha kiya jahan meri kamar abhi tak garam thi, aur kamre ke andher mein khadi reh gayi.
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