Magazine ke neeche se print nikal kar mere ghutne par ruk gayi. Tanya bathroom mein thi, tap ki patli dhaar chal rahi thi. Print saaf thi, rang gehre the, kone abhi bhi thode karode. Usme woh nangi baithi thi, kamar kasi hui, muh thoda khula, uski aankhen almost band. Camera seedha saamne tha. Flash kisi aur ke haath ka nahi, timer ka light tha.
Pose itna socha hua laga ki samajh aa gaya. Yeh tasveer usne khud nikalwayi thi. Chandigarh ke is ek kamre wale flat mein table par aise padi thi jaise koi bill. Main wapas magazine ke neeche sarane wala tha, lekin meri ungliyan kaagaz par chipak gayin.
December ki shaam thi. Hindustan ke is hisse mein sardi jaldi baith jati hai. Neeche gali soyi hui thi. Bathroom ka kundi khula aur Tanya haath ponchti hui bahar aayi. Black t-shirt aur grey shorts mein thi. Uski nazar pehle mere chehre par gayi, phir mere haath ki print par.
Woh tham gayi.
“Yeh tune kahan se nikal li?”
“Magazine ke neeche se nikal aayi. Main dhoondh nahi raha tha.”
Print haath mein aa gayi
Usne kadam badhaya aur print chheen li. Paper halka sa kata. “Yeh meri hai. Tujhe nahi dikhani thi.”
“Phir table par kyun chhodi? Tanya, yeh pic tune khud nikalwayi hai. Pose bhi tera hai.”
Woh print ko seene se laga kar khadi rahi. Uski saans tez ho gayi. College ke baad hum dono Chandigarh mein hi ruk gaye the, pehle wala rishta toot chuka tha, lekin milna band nahi hua tha. Aaj woh chai ke liye bulayi thi, aur yeh kaagaz beech mein aa gaya.
“Main bhoolna nahi chahti thi,” usne kaha, awaaz patli. “Ki main bhi chahi jati hoon. Tu hafte bhar kaam mein dooba rehta hai. Yeh print maine isliye nikalwayi thi ki khud ko dekhu.”
“Isme tu kisi ke upar baithi hai.”
“Woh purana hai. Us raat ke baad maine use nahi milna. Print rakh li kyunki us raat meri marzi thi, uski nahi.”
Gussa aur khinch ek saath chale. Main khada raha, sweater ke astin se khelta hua. Bharat ke is hisson mein log shaam ko jaldi ghar laut te hain, isliye building ki seedhiyan bhi shaant thin. Kamra chhota tha, bed khidki ke paas, sofa table ke peeche. Kahin bhaagne ki jagah nahi thi.
“Agar tujhe gussa hai to nikal ja,” Tanya ne kaha. Print table par patak di. “Warna yahin reh. Beech mein mat latak.”
“Main rehna chahta hoon.”
Usne mere sweater ki wool pakdi. Distance ek hi saans ki reh gayi. “Phir mujhe chhu. Abhi. Agar nahi chahiye to haath hata.”
Maine haath nahi hataya. Uske kandhon par rakh diya. Usne aankh uthayi, sir hilaya, aur muh aage kiya. Pehla kiss daant se takraya, doosra gehra ho gaya. Uski t-shirt ke neeche garam chamdi thi. Shorts ki elastic meri ungliyon ke neeche f beh gayi.
Kamre ki sardi kaanch par thi, andar nahi. Usne mera sweater upar se kheench kar sofa par fenka. Mere t-shirt ke peeche uska haath gaya, naakhun halki line khinchte hue. Main uski t-shirt utaar kar bed ke kone par daal diya. Bra black thi, hook ek hi tha. Woh khud khol kar girne di.
Uski body ki garmi mere seene se chipak gayi. Print table par ulti padi thi, lekin dono jaante the woh wahi hai. Tanya ne mere belt ka kaanta khola, jeans ke button ke saath jhijhak nahi ki. Main uski shorts ke saath neeche sarak aaya. Kapde farsh par ek dher ban gaye, jo pehle se wahan the unke upar nahi, bagal mein.
Bed par woh let gayi, pair khol kar. Uski thighs ke andar nami thi, uski chut geeli chamak rahi thi. Maine muh lagaya to usne mere baal pakad liye, zor se nahi, rakhne ke liye. Uski aankhen ab band nahi thin. Woh dekh rahi thi, jaise print mein khud ko dekhti hogi.
“Yahin ruko,” usne kaha, saans todti hui. “Upar mat jao abhi.”
Meri zabaan uski chut par ghumti rahi, do ungliyan dheere ghusi, phir tez. Woh kamar uthati thi aur wapas gira deti thi. Headboard se halki thak-thak hui. Neeche koi nahi chillaaya. Main uske swad se chipka raha jab tak usne meri kalai daba kar rok nahi diya.
Usne mujhe apne kareeb liya
Tanya baithi, mere lund ko haath mein liya, muh mein liya, gehra nahi, lekin geela aur garam. Uski jeebh ne nali se lekar sir tak ek line khinchi. Maine uske baal hataaye taaki chehra dikhe. Woh hasi nahi, sirf dekh ti rahi, jaise faisla ab bhi uske paas ho.
Side table ke dabbe se usne condom nikala. Packet pehle se khula nahi tha. Maine roll kiya, khud check kiya ki baitha hai. Uske baad hi usne mujhe khincha. Pair mere kamar par lapet diye. Maine dheere ghusaaya, uski chut ne baahar se pakda, phir andar jagah di.
Pehli dhakka halka tha. Doosra uski heel se meri back par pada. Hum college ke us purane nate ke hisaab se nahi mil rahe the. Yeh naya tha, gusse ke baad ka. Main andar tak gaya to usne meri gardan kaat ke chuma, daant se nahi, honth se.
“Tez kar,” usne kaha. “Main kaanch nahi hoon.”
Maine uski kamar pakdi, dhakke bhar diye. Bed ki chamakdari sheet sirakne lagi, isliye usne upar wala kona haath se kas liya. Uski stany mere seene se ragad khati thin. Kabhi kabhi woh print ki taraf dekh leti, jaise yaad dila rahi ho ki pose uska tha, meri marzi ka nahi.
Thakan se pehle usne mujhe palat diya. Main let gaya, condom ab bhi sahi tha. Woh upar baithi, bilkul usi dhang se jaise kaagaz par thi, kamar kasi, muh thoda khula. Farq itna tha ki ab uski aankhen khuli thin aur mere kandhe uske haath mein the.
Woh khud utar ti uth ti rahi. Meri ungliyan uski gaand ke naram hisse par thin, dabaane ke liye nahi, taaki gir na jaye. Uski saans toot kar meri gardan par girti thi. Kabhi naam leti, kabhi sirf awaaz. Main uske hips ke taalb par uth ta tha, zyada nahi, kyunki woh khud pel rahi thi.
“Sahil,” usne kaha, kamar rok kar. “Ab tu kar.”
Maine usko neeche kiya, pair uski thighs ke bahar kiye, aur tez choda. Headboard ki thak-thak ab lagatar thi. Uski chut sookhi nahi, aur geeli ho gayi. Condom ke beech bhi garmi saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne meri back kharochi, phir maafi nahi maangi, sirf aur chipak gayi.
Woh kamp i, pair kase, awaaz daant ke peeche dabaayi. Main ruka nahi. Uske nikalne ke baad bhi dhakke chalte rahe, phir meri bhi tarang aa gayi, condom ke andar. Maine uske upar girte girte haath se apna wazan sambhala. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.
Kuch der hum waisi hi pade rahe. Kapde farsh par the, t-shirt bed ke kone par, jeans sofa ke pair ke paas. Print table par ab bhi ulti thi. Khidki ke sheeshe par dhundh thi, bahar gali ab bhi khali.
Tanya ne meri chhati par haath rakha, phir hata liya. “Chai thandi ho gayi hogi.”
“Peete hain.” Maine kaha, lekin uthne se pehle print ki taraf dekha. Kaagaz ka kona table se jhool raha tha.
Stamp dekh nikal pada
Maine print uthayi, seedhi nahi, palat kar. Peeth par neeli syahi ka lab stamp tha, aaj ki taarikh, Sector 17. Uske neeche kisi ne ballpen se likha tha: Rohit, aaj shaam.
Kaagaz patla laga, jaise abhi dukaan se aaya ho. Upar wala pose purana nahi raha. Aaj hi nikalwaya gaya tha, kisi aur ke naam ke saath. Tanya ne chai ke cup ki taraf peeth ki, ponchne ke bahaane.
Sweater maine pehle pehna, phir t-shirt uske neeche nahi, seedha oopar se. Jeans ke button lagaye, lace baandhi. Condom main bathroom mein fenak kar haath dhoye, wapas aaya to woh bed par chaddar kheench rahi thi, meri taraf nahi dekh rahi thi.
Print table par wapas rakh di, ulti nahi, seedhi, naam dikhta hua. Darwaze ke paas joota pehna. Tanya ne kuch kaha nahi. Maine bhi nahi. Jo chai peekar baithne ka irada tha, woh irada yahin tut gaya. Seedhiyon se utarte waqt sardi ne gale mein ungli daali. Neeche gali mein main uska number nahi lagaya, scooter ki taraf bhi nahi ruka, seedha chal diya.