Chai ki kettle abhi ubal hi rahi thi jab Shalini ne duty room ka parda hata ke andar kadam rakha aur seedha meri taraf dekha.
“Anuj, aaj ka round tu akela mat nikal. Mere saath yahin ruk, ya main abhi nikal jaaun. Bol.”
Belt ka buckle abhi bhi mere haath mein tha. Shaam ki duty khatam hue kuch hi minute hue the. Lucknow ke Gomti kinare wali is chhoti police chowki par Hindustan ki raat bhi aisi hi garam thi, aur khaki shirt peeth se chipak rahi thi.
Woh same batch ki saathi thi, same post, same thakaan. Uske baal bun mein bandhe the, uski aankhen seedhi, jaise report maang rahi ho. Kettle se bhaap nikal rahi thi, magar uska sawal chai se tez tha.
Wireless set mez ke kone par chup tha. Main uski taraf dekha, phir uske boots, phir uske honth. Mahino se yahi sochta raha tha ki kaam ke baad bhi hum log sirf khaki hain. Aaj usne woh soch beech mein kaat di.
“Agar main naa bolun toh tu sach mein nikal jayegi?”
“Haan. Main yahan khadi-khadi intezaar nahi karti.”
Parda peeche se halka hila. Bahar gali mein koi cycle guzri, phir khamoshi. Maine buckle ko table par rakh diya.
“Ruk. Akela nahi nikalunga.”
Usne kettle ki aanch band ki. Yeh jawab chhota tha, lekin uske baad na pehla round waisa rehna tha, na raat ka ant. Khaki ke do log, ek chhoti si jagah, aur beech mein woh faisla jo maine talta aaya tha.
Chowki ki chai tooti
Shalini ne apna haath mere buckle wali jagah par rakha, magar turant nahi khola. Pehle meri taraf itna kareeb aayi ke uski saans meri gardan par padi. Chai ka maamla khatam ho chuka tha. Ab sirf uski garam saans aur meri unkhuli shirt thi.
“Der se sochta hai tu. Aaj nahi.”
Main uske kareeb jhuka aur uske honth apne honth se milaye. Usne munh nahi hataya. Ulte meri shirt ki pehli button ke paas ungli rakh di, phir doosri. Khaki kapda dheela hua, aur uski chhati meri chhati se takrai.
“Yeh rank ka khel nahi hai,” maine halki awaaz mein kaha.
“Same post hai, Anuj. Main khud maang rahi hoon.”
Uske baad na naa aayi, na koi lambi shart. Uske honth phir se mile, is baar tez. Maine uski kamar pakdi. Uski kamar patli thi, belt ke neeche garam. Usne meri shirt ko kandhon se neeche sarka diya, aur mera haath uski shirt ke andar chala gaya.
Khaki ke neeche bhi paseena tha. Uski chhati meri hatheli se bhari, bra ke upar se naram dhakkan. Usne ek awaaz di, chhoti si, jo duty wali awaaz se bilkul alag thi. Meri ungliyon ne cup ko dabaaya, aur usne meri gardan kaat ke chuma.
Table ki kona meri rani se lagi. Kettle ab thandi padne lagi thi. Shalini ne apni shirt ke buttons khol diye, bra ke hook peeche se chhutaye, aur khaki neeche sarakte hi uski chhati khuli. Main unhe munh se laga. Woh peeche jhuki, bun thoda khula, kuch baal kaan par gir gaye.
“Ahista nahi,” usne kaha, saans toot ke. “Der ho chuki.”
Maine uski belt kholi. Trouser zip neeche gayi. Woh khud hi boot ke paas se kapda dhakelti hui bench par let gayi, lekin poori tarah nahi, kamar uthaye, jaise ab bhi taiyar police wali ho. Panty geeli thi. Maine usko bhi utaar diya. Uski chut garam thi, aur meri do ungliyan jaate hi usne meri kalai pakad li.
“Andar rakh, nikal mat.”
Geelapan ungliyon par phailla. Usne apna ek haath mere trousers par laaya, zip kholi, mera lund bahar nikal ke mutthi mein liya. Mutthi sakht thi, jaise grip train ki ho, magar rakhte waqt naram. Maine uski thighs kholi. Uski thighs meri kamar se lipatne lagi.
Pehle main jhuka, zubaan uski chut par rakhi. Uski aankhen band hui, honth khule. Woh mere baal pakad ke rokne ki jagah aur kareeb khinchi. Namak aur sabun ki smell khaki ke neeche mili. Jab uski kamar uthne lagi, tab maine sir uthaya.
“Ab de.”
Mera lund uski chut ke muh par laga. Dheere andar gaya, phir poora. Uski saans atak gayi, phir lambi saans nikal ke usne meri peeth pakad li. Hum dono khaki ke dher ke upar the, bench chhoti, table kareeb. Har dhakke par kettle ki dekchi halki siski.
Usne pair meri kamar pe jaakad diye. Main uski chhati dabaye rakha, munh uske gale par. Woh mere kaan mein naam nahi le rahi thi, sirf haan, haan, jaise count kar rahi ho. Andar woh itni geeli thi ki har harkat aasani se chalti, magar kasav phir bhi tha.
Bharat ke police line ke staff quarters is chowki se teen gali door the, isliye pehle irada tha ki chai ke baad hum wahan nikal jayenge. Uski yeh maang aur meri haan ne woh irada pehle hi palat diya tha. Ab toh kapde yahin pade the, aur uski nangi kamar meri hatheli ke neeche kamp rahi thi.
Maine usko palat ke table ki taraf kiya. Woh haath mez par rakh ke khadi ho gayi, peeth meri taraf. Khaki shirt uske ek kandhe par atki thi. Maine peeche se andar liya. Uski chut ne dubara kas liya. Uske baal bun se aur khule. Meri ungliyon ne unhe nahi sambhala, sirf uski kamar pakdi.
“Tez kar.”
Dhakke tez hue. Uski chhati mez ki file-rahi jagah se door, sirf khaali wood par. Koi file nahi thi, koi kaagaz nahi, sirf uski saans aur meri. Mera lund gehra jaata, nikalta, phir gehra. Usne ek pair meri calf se lapeta. Paseena uski merudand par behne laga.
Wireless ne raasta palta
Tab wireless set chillaaya. Control wali awaaz aayi, saaf, jaise duniya bahar ab bhi chal rahi ho.
“Anuj, gate par ek scooter rukha hai, number saphed nahi dikh raha. Dekh ke batao. Koi free hai kya?”
Andar meri harkat ruki. Shalini ne bhi gardan ghumayi, magar body nahi hatai. Uski chut ab bhi mere lund ko pakde thi. Hum akele the, lekin awaaz ne room ko doosri tarah kaat diya.
Pehle socha tha milte hi staff quarter nikal jaayenge, wahan der tak ruken. Wireless ne woh agla kadam kaat diya. Gate wait nahi karta.
Usne piche muh karke kaha, saans abhi bhi upar, “Ab quarter nahi. Yahin khatam kar. Gate das minute baad.”
Maine mic uthaya, uski kamar ab bhi apne haath mein. Awaz meri duty wali nikalni thi.
“Copy. Das minute mein gate.”
Mic rakha. Usne meri kalai dabaayi. “Ab nikal mat. Andar hi rakh.”
Phir se dhakke. Ab jaldi thi, magar rukawat nahi. Usne mez ko mazboot pakda. Main uski chut mein tez gaya, uski thighs kapkapaayi. Uski awaaz dabi, daant honth par. Mere lund par uska kasav badha, phir aur. Jab uski kamar jhatti, uski chut ne baar-baar jhakjhor diya. Maine bhi nahi rokha. Andar hi chhod diya, kamar kas ke, munh uske kandhe par.
Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Table ke neeche uski panty padi thi, meri belt uske boot ke paas. Koi doosri harkat nahi ki. Bas itna, ki usne peeche haath bhej ke mera lund dheere nikalne diya, aur palat ke meri aankhon mein dekha.
“Ab khaki pehen. Gate wait karega.”
Paseena saaf kiya usne apni hi shirt ke kone se, phir bra lagayi, buttons lagaye. Main trousers khincha, lund ab dheela, zipper upar. Shirt kandhon par chadhayi. Buckle click hua, woh purani aadat. Uske baal jaldi bun mein laut aaye, do tarah ke baal bahar rahe.
Khaki wapas pehante hi room waisa laga, jaise chai phir se mumkin ho. Magar kettle thandi thi, aur uski honth ab bhi laal the.
Round ke liye nikalna
Shalini ne apne boots ke feete kas ke bandhe. Main danda mez se uthaya. Parda ab bhi waisa tha. Bahar Lucknow ki gali mein kutta bhauka, phir chup.
“Main scooter se line ki taraf nikal rahi hoon,” usne kaha, awaaz wapas seedhi. “Tu gate dekh. Number jo bhi ho, note kar ke control ko bol.”
Maine sirf gardan hilayi. Chumne ko haath nahi badhaya. Woh khud bhi nahi ruki. Duty room se nikalte waqt uska kandha mere kandhe se laga, ek second, bas.
Gate ki taraf main pehle nikal gaya. Scooter bahar andhere mein khada tha, saphed number dhundhla. Torch ki roshni daal ke padha, wireless par number bola. Control ne copy kaha. Rider koi jawan aadmi tha, papers dikhaye, main wapas bhej diya. Koi jhagda nahi, koi der nahi.
Wapas mud ke dekha toh Shalini apna scooter kick maar chuki thi. Khaki uski peeth par seedhi thi, bun tight. Usne helmet nahi pehna, sirf ek nazar gate ki taraf di, phir accelerator daba ke nikal gayi. Engine ki awaaz gali ke mor par kat gayi.
Danda mere haath mein tha, belt kasaa, chai andar thandi. Round shuru karte hue main chowki ke peeche wale moad ki taraf badha, aur uske scooter ka red light ab dikhai nahi diya.
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