Ameerpet wali stop ki pehli ghanti sunte hi main exit ke pole se hatne laga, tabhi pichhe khadi Roshni ne meri kalaai pakad li.
“Mat utro,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Last row khali hai. Mere saath baithoge ya nahi?”
Main uski aankhen dekhta raha. Same office building se hum mahino se yahi Hyderabad ki shaam wali bus pakadte the. Parking ke peeche ek baar humne gale milakar chooma tha, lekin aaj uska sawal seedha tha aur meri roz ki utarne wali aadat tod raha tha.
Pole par meri ungliyon ka dabaav kam hua. “Abhi utra to dinner par time se pahunch jaunga.”
“To faisla karo. Baithna hai to abhi. Nahi to main akele pichhe chali jaungi.”
Maine sir hilaya. Ghanti doosri baar bajayi gayi, darwaza khula, kai log utre, lekin main utra nahi. Bharat ke is bade shehar ki bheed ne hamein aage dhakka diya, aur hum last row ki window wali seat tak khisak gaye.
Last row ka sawal
Roshni ne dupatta kandhon se sarka kar god mein rakh liya. Kurti ka upar wala button pehle se dhila tha. Jeans ki zip tak meri nazar gayi, phir maine mooh pher liya, jaise AC ki thandak dekhni ho.
Bus chali. Driver horn baja raha tha. Pichhli seat ke peeche koi nahi tha, sirf emergency window aur ek toota strap.
Usne apna ek haath meri thighs par rakh diya. Ungliyan kapde ke upar se andar ki taraf gayi, dheere, jaise sawal dohra rahi ho.
“Log dekh lenge.”
“Pichhe koi nahi hai. Sheesha doosri taraf hai. Bologe to hat jaungi.”
Maine uska haath hataya nahi. “Rukna mat.”
Woh pal bhar rukti, phir meri belt ke buckle par ungli feri. Leather ki khanak chhoti thi, bus ke shor mein dabi hui. Kurti ke neeche uski kamar garam thi, saans uski tez ho rahi thi.
Maine uske baal kan ke peeche kiye. Uski gardan par honth rakhte hi usne meri shirt ka ek button khol diya. Office ki bheed wale kapde ab beech mein khalish ban rahe the.
Jeans ki zip usne neeche ki. Mera lund kapde ke andar se tight tha, uski hatheri us par ruki, dabaya, phir meri underwear ke elastic ke andar chali gayi.
“Itna jaldi?” meri awaaz tuti.
“Tum rukte nahi to main bhi nahi rukti.”
Uski chut jeans ke andar geeli thi. Maine button khola, zip thodi neeche ki, panty ke kinare se do ungliyan andar bheji. Woh seat par khisaki, ek pair ki tarah, muh meri gardan par daba.
Hindustan ki is shaam ki bus mein horn, brake, aur uski dabi hui saans ek saath chal rahe the. Main uski chut ke andar ungli ghumata raha, uski thighs meri kalai ko kas rahi thi.
“Aur andar,” usne kaha, itna hilka ke sirf main sun saku.
Doosri ungli bhi gayi. Uski geelapan meri hatheli tak aa gayi. Main uska clitoris gol ghumata, kabhi tez, kabhi ruk kar, jab bhi koi aage seat se khada hota.
Roshni ne meri underwear neeche ki. Mera lund bahar aaya, garam, uski ungliyon ke beech. Usne upar se neeche fer li, haath geela kar ke, phir apni chut ke kinare par sira rakh diya, jeans ab ek taraf khiski hui thi.
Main andar gaya, dheere, kyunki seat kam thi aur meri kamar ko jagah nahi mil rahi thi. Uski chut ne pakad liya. Ek lambi saans uske muh se nikli, meri shirt ke collar par garm.
Pehle dhakke chhote the. Bus ke har speed breaker par hum aur andar chale jaate. Uski aankhen band thi, honth dite hue, jaise koi gaana ga rahi ho jo sirf honthon par ho.
Maine uski kurti upar ki, bra ke cup ko sarka kar nipple muh mein liya. Woh meri god mein aur baith gayi, lund poora andar, jeans ke khule kapde meri thighs ko ragad rahe the.
“Chodo, lekin shor mat karna,” usne kaha, aur khud hi kamar hilane lagi.
Main uski chut mein choda, chhote dhakkon se, last row ki plastic backing se meri peeth ragad kha rahi thi. Uski geelapan ki awaaz kabhi kabhi brake se mil jati, phir dab jati.
Tab hi aage se ek mard ki awaaz aayi, tickets mangti hui, qareeb aati hui.
Ticket checker ke baad naya daur
Roshni ek jhatke mein meri god se uthi. Jeans upar kheenchti, dupatta god se uthati, meri tarf aankh se ishara karti ki zip lagao. Mera lund ab bhi khada tha, trousers ke kapde us par atak rahe the. Maine jaise-taise button lagaya, shirt ka hem bahar chhod diya.
Iqbal conductor last row tak aaya, machine kandhe par, thaki hui aankhen. “Ticket dikhao. Last stop tak ho kya?”
Roshni ne apni ticket aage ki. Maine apni bhi. Usne stamp mara, doosri taraf dekha, phir bola, “Pichhe mat soya karo. Depot se pehle utarna hai to ghanti bajana.”
Woh palat kar chala gaya. Beech wali seaton par ab sirf teen musafir bache the, sab aage jhuk kar phone dekh rahe the. Bus ek flyover par chadhi, roshni neeche shehar ki thi.
Maine next stop ki taraf kadam badhaya. “Ab utar jaate hain. Woh dekh chuka.”
Roshni ne meri kalaai dubara pakadi, is baar tez. “Nahi. Ab baith kar nahi. Khade ho kar khatam karo. Woh wapas nahi aayega.”
Yeh naya faisla tha. Pehle wali god wali chhup-chhup wali harkat ab band. Last row ke aur emergency window ke beech ek pal bhar ka andhera tha, jahan strap latak raha tha.
Main khada hua. Usne jeans thighs tak utaar li, panty ek taraf sarka di. Dupatta kamare par lapeta, jaise koi shawl ho. Maine trousers ki zip dubara kholi, lund bahar nikala. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, pehle wale dhakkon ki yaad ab bhi usme thi.
Woh seat ke backrest par jhuki, dono haath plastic par. Main pichhe se andar gaya. Is baar gehra. Uski gaand meri pet se takrai, uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche kaanp uthi.
“Tez, lekin rukna mat,” usne kaha, awaaz seat mein dabi.
Maine uski chut chodi, khade khade, bus ke har more par hamari haddiyan milti. Meri ungliyan uski thighs par khudi, phir aage jakar clitoris dabaya. Woh muh mein gaali daba kar hans di, phir saans pakad li.
Aage koi palat kar nahi dekha. Flyover ke baad sadak seedhi ho gayi, engine ki gudgudahat hamare dhakkon ko dhakne lagi. Main uski chut mein aur tez choda, mera lund geela, nikalta, phir poora baith jata.
Roshni ne ek haath pichhe bhej kar meri hips pakad li. “Yahin gira mat dena. Andar nahi.”
Maine sir se haan kiya, baat dobara nahi dohraayi. Uski chut sikudne lagi, jaise pakad kar chhod rahi ho. Meri shirt peeth se chipak gayi, paseena neeche behne laga.
Woh kampte kampte aa gayi, pairon ki ungliyan juton ke andar jakad. Uski awaaz ek dabi hui rai thi, bas. Main aur kuch dhakke laga kar nikal aaya, lund uski gaand ke upar, cum uski kamar ki skin par giri, dupatta ke kinare ne usko thaam liya.
Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Bus ne ek teekha brake mara. Main uske kandhon se hat kar khud ko seedha kiya, lund ab dheela padta, trousers ke andar wapas dhakne ki koshish karta.
Roshni ne panty theek ki, jeans upar kheenche, dupatta palat kar daag ko andar ki taraf kiya. Kurti neeche ki. Aankhen uski geeli thi, lekin muskaan chhoti aur saaf.
“Ab baith jao,” usne kaha. “Log samjhenge hum so rahe the.”
Depot ki roshni
Main baithne hi wala tha. Dinner ab bhi dimag mein tha, bas late bol dena tha. Shirt ke hem ko andar karte hue meri nazar window ke board par gayi.
Ameerpet nahi. Miyapur. Uske baad depot ka painted sign, neele rang ka, lamp ke neeche chamakta. Bus ab loop nahi karne wali thi. Yeh rasta seedha yard mein ghusne wala tha, jahan night staff, pani ke drum, aur khuli roshni thi.
Saath hi zipper ne jawab diya. Buckle lagi, lekin zip ka daant atak kar tuta sa lag raha tha, upar tak nahi ja raha tha. Shirt lamba tha, lekin yard ki batti mein nahi chhupega.
Roshni bhi board dekh kar chup ho gayi. “Hum nikal gaye.”
Maine jhola nahi uthaya, kyunki jhola tha hi nahi. Sirf phone pocket mein, aur ek kharab zip. Dinner wale ghar ki taraf ab seedha rasta nahi tha. Yard mein utarna matlab sawaal, nazar, aur meri khuli trousers.
Signal pehle wale chhote stop par lal hua. Darwaza ke paas do log khade hue. Maine seat se uth kar hem ko dono haathon se aage kheencha, Roshni ki taraf dekhe bagair.
Woh boli, “Sahil—”
Main rukkar sirf itna kaha, “Ab nahi.” Phir darwaza khulte hi utar gaya, footpath ki dhool par, zip ko kalai se dabaaye, dinner ki taraf nahi, ulti gali ki taraf, jahan koi bus yard nahi tha.