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Sali Alka ne pehle hi rukne ka faisla chhupa rakha

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Alka stool par khadi thi, wall clock ka gol cover haath mein liye, jab maine living room ka fan on kiya. Yellow kurti uski kamar par kasi thi. Churidar uski lambi taangon par taut khicha tha. Main uske kandhon ke paas ruka, lekin pehle floor par khula hua suitcase dekha.

Guest wali almari ke hanger par uski saari kurtis latak rahi thi. Teen jode chappal almari ke neeche line mein the. Do din ke mehman ka saamaan aisa nahi dikhta.

“Yeh sab tu pehle hi nikaal chuki hai?” maine pucha.

Alka ne clock cover table par rakh diya. Uski aankhen meri taraf uthin, aur usne stool se ek kadam neeche utarne ki koshish ki.

“Haan. Meera ko maine kaha tha ki main kal shaam tak vapas jaungi. Sach yeh hai ki maine pehle hi faisla kar liya tha. Main yahin rukungi.”

Mere pet mein kuch khinch gaya. Meera meri biwi thi. Alka meri sali thi. Surat ke is do kamre ke ghar mein Sunday ki garmi itni tez thi ki deewarein bhi tapti hon. Bharat ke Gujarat ke is shehar mein aaj colony ke bahar traffic bhi kam tha, kyunki log mandir aur functions nikal chuke the.

“Tu rukegi? Meera ko yeh nahi bataaya?”

“Meera ko yeh nahi bataaya ki maine local tuition ka kaam pehle hi accept kar liya. Kal subah pehla batch hai. Main nahi jaa rahi wapas.”

Woh stool se utri. Uska haath mere haath ki back par raha, halke se, phir hat gaya. Main khada raha. Uski saansein tez thi, jaise yeh baat dabe muh se nikal rahi ho.

Main uske itna kareeb tha ki uski perfume meri saans mein aa gayi. Meera ke jaane ke baad ghar shant tha. Fridge ki halki gunj ke alawa kuch nahi tha.

Uske chhupe hue irade

Alka ne apni choti si chain theek ki aur sofa ki taraf mud gayi. Main uske peeche gaya, jeebh par sawal latka hua.

“Tu kyun chhupa rahi thi? Agar Meera ko pata chala ki tu yahin shift ho rahi hai, woh samajhegi kya?”

“Wahi to darr tha. Isliye maine pehle hi kaam pakad liya, phir socha ghar aa kar bata dungi. Ab tu khada hai, to pehle tujhe pata chal gaya.”

Woh sofa par baithi. Yellow kurti ka gher uski thighs par chadha. Main uske saamne kursi nahi khicha. Main usi armrest ke paas khada raha.

Alka ne mera pallu sa t-shirt ka kinar pakad liya. “Tushar, tu gussa hai ya sirf hairaan?”

“Dono. Sali ghar mein itne din, aur biwi ko pata nahi. Yeh seedha nahi lagta.”

Uski ungliyan mere t-shirt par ruki rahi. Main hataya nahi. Uski aankhen neeche nahi hui. India ke is Sunday mein ghar ke andar itni garmi thi ki meri gardan geeli thi, lekin thandak uske haath se aa rahi thi.

“Main tere ghar ko apna nahi banaungi. Main tuition karungi, rent alag dungi jab kamai shuru hogi. Abhi sirf rukna tha.” Uski awaaz kamzor nahi thi. Seedhi thi.

Maine uska kinar chhoda nahi, ulte apna ek haath uski kalaai par rakh diya. “Rukna alag baat hai. Yeh jo tu ab meri taraf dekh rahi hai, woh alag.”

Alka hans di. Woh hasi chhoti thi. “Maine yeh bhi pehle soch liya tha ki tu aisa hi kahega. Isliye der tak clock ke saath time kat rahi thi. Himmat nahi ho rahi thi.”

Main jhuka. Usne munh aage kiya. Pehla kiss halke se hua, jaise dono still soch rahe hon. Doosra tez hua. Uski jeebh meri jeebh se mili. Meri hathon ne uski kamar pakad li.

Alka ne meri jeans ki belt ke kareeb ungli rakhi aur ruk gayi. “Agar tu nahi chahe, to main abhi uth jaungi.”

Maine uska haath apni belt par hi rehne diya aur uske honth phir se liye. Usne meri gardan pakad li. Yeh itna tha. Phir baat nahi bani, kaam bana.

Kurti ka pehla button uske gale ke neeche atka. Maine khola. Uske chuche cotton bra ke andar bharav ke saath the. Main muh se uski collarbone chuma, phir bra ke upar se dabaaya. Alka ki lambi saans mere baal par padi.

Sofa chhota tha. Main uske saath let gaya, ek taang floor par, ek sofa par. Churidar ki naadi maine kholi. Kapda uski thighs se neeche khisakne laga. Uski chut par safed panty geeli thi. Maine usko side se kheench kar ungli uski geeli line par pheri.

“Ah, dheere,” usne kaha, lekin kamar aage ki. Meri ungliyon ne uski chut ke upar wale ghere ko gol gol sahlaaya, phir beech ki silai mein do ungliyan ghusa di. Woh geeli thi, garam thi. Uski aankhen band hui.

Maine jeans ka zip khola. Mera lund tight underwear se bahar aaya, garam, seedha. Alka ne neeche dekha aur apna haath uspar rakh diya. Uski mutthi meri nass par tight hui, upar neeche. Main uske gale mein saans chhodta raha.

Panty uski taangon se nikal kar floor par giri. Main uske beech mein aaya, lund uski chut ke muh par teka. Ek dhakka, phir doosra. Uski chut ne pehle tokne jaisa kiya, phir khul gayi. Main andar tak choda, ruk kar uska chehra dekha.

Alka ne meri kamar pakad rakhi thi. “Haan, ab nikal mat.”

Main uske andar hilne laga. Sofa ki back meri kohni se dhakka kha rahi thi. Uski yellow kurti ab pet tak uthi hui thi, bra abhi bhi thi. Maine cup khiska kar nipple muh mein liya, daant se halka kaata. Usne mere baal pakad liye.

Uske andar geelapan badhta gaya. Main tez choda, phir ruk kar gol. Uski thighs meri kamar par lapeti thi. Living room ke curtain aadhe the, neeche gali ki awaaz door se aa rahi thi, lekin ghar ke andar sirf uski dabi hui awaaz thi.

Beech mein dastak

Intercom ki ghanti bajayi kisi ne, ek, do, teesri baar. Main andar hi tha, ruk gaya. Alka ki aankhen khuli.

“Kaun hai?” usne dheemi awaaz mein pucha.

Main lund nikaal kar jeans kheencha, t-shirt neeche ki. Alka ne panty haath mein uthayi, phir kurti ke neeche churidar jaldi se khicha. Main darwaze ke intercom ke paas gaya.

Neeche society ka watchman tha. “Bhaiya, tanker aaya hai, aapka parking wala hissa block ho raha hai. Do minute balcony se dekh lo, warna driver gadi sarak dega.”

Maine haan kaha. Balcony ki khidki kholi, neeche tanker aur do gaadiyan dikhin. Maine haath hila kar driver ko left shift karne ko kaha. Woh mand mand hila. Do minute lage. Ghar ke andar wapas aate hue mere lund ab bhi jeans mein bhari hui thi, lekin dimag naya sawal le aaya.

Alka sofa par baithi thi, kapde pehne, baal kaan ke peeche kiye. Usne mujhe dekha aur kaha, “Hall mein nahi. Agar phir koi aaya to.”

Pehle hum yahin sofa par hi khatam karne wale the. Ab uske muh se naya faisla aaya. Main uska haath pakad kar bedroom le gaya. Darwaza andar se lagaya. Parda kheench diya.

Bistar par Meera ka halka rumal pada tha. Maine use side table par sarka diya. Alka ne kurti sir ke upar se utari, bra kholi. Uske chuche bhari, nipple geele. Main nanga hua, jeans aur underwear ek saath neeche. Mera lund uski pet se takraya jab main usko bistar par letaya.

Is baar usne khud taangein kholin. Maine lund uski chut ke muh par phera, phir andar tak ghusa. Bedroom ki hawa band thi. Fan tez tha. Main uske upar choda, uski kamar meri mutthi mein.

Alka ne meri back khurachni shuru ki. Har dhakke par uski awaaz unchi hui, phir usne honth kaat kar daba li. Main uski thighs ko apne kandhon ki taraf uthane laga. Uski chut aur khuli, aur geeli. Meri balls uski gaand se takraati rahi.

“Tushar, wahan… haan, wahi.”

Maine angle badla, ek taang uski kamar ke neeche rakh kar tez kiya. Bistar ki paaye halki si chali. Uski aankhen bhun gyin. Meri ungliyon ne uski chut ke upar wale guthli ko sahlaaya jab lund andar baahar ho raha tha. Woh kamp gayi, taangein kasi, aur uski chut ne mera lund ko baar baar dabaya.

Uske nikalne ke baad bhi main andar tha. Meri saans uske gale par padi. Main tez choda, pet tight kiya, aur uske andar hi gir gaya. Garam lehsan jaisa khichav, phir khali hone ki thakan. Alka ne meri gardan pakde rakhi jab tak main bhari saans nahi le aaya.

Main uske bagal mein let gaya. Uski aankhen chhat ki taraf thi. Yellow kurti bed ke kone par giri thi, churidar uske pair ke paas. Mera t-shirt chair par. Kamra ab bhi garm tha, lekin fan ki hawa ab paseena saaf kar rahi thi.

Alka ne meri chhati par ungli ghumayi. “Meera ko main khud bolungi. Tuition ke baare mein. Yeh wala nahi.”

Maine kuch nahi kaha. Uski baat adhoori thi, lekin us pal meri neend si khinch rahi thi. Wall clock ki tik tik living room se aa rahi thi, door se, jaise pehle wale cover ke baad woh tez chalne lagi ho.

Jo ab turant karna tha

Main paani lene kitchen gaya, glass bhara, do ghoont liye. Wapas aate hue living room ke clock par nazar gayi. Kaanta almost saat baje par tha. Mujhe laga time nikal gaya.

Phone side table par bedroom mein tha. Maine uthaya. Screen ne 4:52 dikhaya. Clock saat ke kareeb. Battery daalte waqt Alka ne time aage kar diya tha, ya kaanta atak kar chala tha.

Meera ki naming wali ceremony paanch baje khatam honi thi. Uski saas ke ghar se scooter pe aane mein bees minute. Matlab woh ab nikal bhi chuki ho to darwaze par ho sakti thi.

Alka abhi bhi bistar par nangi thi, ek chaddar pet tak. Maine jeans uthayi, taangein daali, zip maari. T-shirt sir ke upar se kheench kar pehni. Chappal pair mein ki.

“Uth. Clock galat hai. Meera jaldi aa sakti hai.”

Alka ki aankhen badi hui. Woh palat kar churidar uthane lagi, bra peeche kasi, kurti sir se. Main rumal table se uthakar apni pocket mein daal diya, bistar ki chaddar ek jhatke se seedhi ki. Uski panty sofa ke paas living room mein padi thi. Main dauda, uthayi, uske haath mein thami.

Darwaze ki taraf jaate hue maine intercom ka speaker check kiya, koi nahi. Neeche gali se scooter ki awaaz aa rahi thi, door se, abhi pata nahi kiski.

Alka bathroom gayi, lock laga. Main kitchen ka glass sink mein rakh kar living room ka stool clock ke neeche se hata diya. Jo faisla usne pehle chhupa kar kiya tha, uska nateeja ab mere haath mein nahi tha. Ab sirf yeh tha ki main darwaza kholne se pehle kapde aur chehra theek kar loon.

Scooter ki awaaz colony gate ke kareeb thi. Maine chain ki kundi check ki, phir khud ko ek baar mirror mein dekha, aur turant darwaze ke peeche khada ho gaya.

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