Paani wale can ka muh maine guldaudi ke pot ki taraf ghumaya hi tha ki Devika ne meri kalai pakad li.
“Aaj hi bol,” usne kaha, bina koi namaste kiye. “Kal se yeh garden ka natak band. Ya tu mere saath soega, ya phir sirf society meeting mein chehra dikhana.”
Can ke handle se meri ungliyan chipak gayi. Kolkata ke is purane society ki chhat par garmi aisi thi jaise Hindustan ke August ki shaam aksar hoti hai, aur paani ke chhidke meri t-shirt se chipak rahe the.
Devika light green kurta aur kaale palazzo mein khadi thi, baal guthhe hue, maathe par paseena. Teen mahine se hum yahin milte the, pots ke beech, kabhi mitti, kabhi namak ki bori. Aaj uska chehra seedha tha, koi muskaan nahi.
Maine can ko thoda neeche kiya. “Tune secretary se meri baat sun li.”
“Suni. Tune kaha garden ki duty chhod dega kyunki yeh zyada kareeb ho raha hai. Main kareeb ho rahi hoon, Ayan. Yeh baat seedhi bol.”
Neeche gali mein rickshaw ki ghanti bajti rahi. Upar sirf do tube light thi, ek tank ke peeche kaali. Tap ab bhi khula tha, patli dhaar se paani nikal raha tha, lekin us pal meri nazar sirf uski aankhen par thi.
“Yahan nahi,” maine kaha. “Koi dekh lega.”
“To jawab de. Dekhne wali baat baad mein. Main 29 ki hoon, tu 31 ka. Dono jaante hain kya maang rahi hoon. Haan ya na.”
Usne watering rokne ko kaha
Can ko maine cement ki kothi par rakh diya, tap ki dhaar ko bhool kar. Devika ka haath meri kalai par ab bhi tha, tight, jaise woh peeche hatne nahi degi jab tak faisla na aa jaye.
“Agar na bola to kal se yeh chhat teri. Main nahi aaungi. Agar haan bola to aaj hi, yahin, pehle jo natak hai woh khatam.”
Meri grey t-shirt geeli thi, shorts ke pocket mein kuch nahi tha. Uski nazar meri gardan se utar kar pet par rukti, phir wapas aankhon par. India ke is bade shehar mein bhi log shaam ko chhat par hi saans lete hain, lekin us shaam chhat sirf hum dono ki lag rahi thi.
“Haan,” maine kaha. “Abhi.”
Woh rukti nahi. Kurta ke pehle button ke paas uski ungli gayi, phir meri t-shirt ke hem ko pakad kar khincha. Hum tank ke peeche khisak gaye, jahan purani chairs aur ek sookha hose pada tha. Paani ki dhaar peeche chhoot gayi, halki awaaz karti hui.
Devika ne pehle mera munh chuma, tez, daant se honth dabate hue. Meri hathon ne uski kamar pakdi, cotton geela, kamar ki haddi ke upar ungliyan phisalti hui. Uski saans meri gardan par giri, garam, aur usne palazzo ki nara dheeli kar di jaise faisla pehle se tai ho.
“Yahan gila hai,” maine kaha, lekin pair nahi hataye.
“To khada reh,” usne kaha. “Main nahi girne wali.”
Kurta usne khud upar ki, bra light pink, cup geele. Maine strap ko kandhe se utara, muh uski chhati par rakh diya. Uski nipples already tight the. Devika ki ungliyan mere baal mein ghusin, thoda kheenchti hui, jaise watering wala Ayan ab kaam ka nahi raha.
Shorts ka naada maine khud khola. Mera lund kapdon ke andar se daba hua tha, phir bahar aaya, garam, uski h palazzo ke kapde se ragad khata. Usne neeche haath bheja, mutthi mein dabaya, dheere, phir tez.
“Itne din pots dekhte dekhte yahi sochta tha na,” usne kaha, awaaz low. “Bol.”
“Sochta tha. Har shaam.”
Palazzo ghutnon tak utra. Uski chut par kacha kapda geela tha, maine ungli se sarka kar andar do ungliyan daalin. Devika ki thighs meri kalai ko kas gayin. Woh tank ki thandi deewar se peeth lagaye khadi thi, ek pair thoda khula, aur meri ungliyon ke dhakke par uski saans tuti.
Neeche kisi ghar se TV ki awaaz aati rahi. Upar hum dono ki saansein hi tez thi. Maine unglian nikaalin, unhe munh par phela, namak aur uski khushbu. Devika ne dekha, phir khud meri kachhi kapde ke elastic ko aur neeche khincha.
Lund ko usne apni chut ke upar ragda, clit par, phir ruki. “Andar. Abhi.”
Maine kamar pakad kar ek dhakka diya. Uski chut geeli thi, lekin pehla ghusa tight laga, jaise dono saans rok kar khade hon. Devika ki aankhen band huin, honth khule, ek awaaz gali, phir usne meri gardan kaat li daant se, halki, jaise chillane ki jagah yahi kaafi ho.
Khade khade choda, pehle short, phir lamba. Tank ki deewar thandi, uski peeth garam. Har dhakke par uski chhati meri t-shirt se ragadti, bra ab ek taraf sarki hui. Meri ek taang aage, uski palazzo ghutne par atki, pair chappal mein hi.
“Aur andar,” usne kaha. Maine kamar aur nichod li, lund poora ghusa, balls uski thighs se takraye. Devika ki awaaz dab gayi meri shoulder par. Paseena dono ke beech chipka, kurta ke kapde bhi ab beech mein nahi rahe the jaise pehle the.
Thodi der baad usne khud ko ghumaya, haath tank par, kamar peeche kasi. Uski chut neeche se dikhi, geeli, meri ungliyon ke nishaan ab bhi. Maine peeche se ghusa, is baar tez. Uski kamar meri mutthi mein thi, har dhakke par palazzo ka kapda hilta.
“Ayan… dheere nahi.”
Maine dheere nahi kiya. Lund uski chut mein bar bar ghista, wet awaaz chhat ki garmi mein saaf. Devika ke baal guthhe se khulne lage, ek kaante wala pin gir kar hose ke paas laga. Uski chhati neeche jhuki, nipples thandi deewar se lagte, aur usne peeche haath bhej kar meri thighs pakad li.
Kuch pal aise rahe jab sirf dhakke the, baat nahi. Phir usne meri kalai pakad kar apni chut ke upar rakh di, clit par meri ungli ghumayi, saath saath andar lund. Uski saans ek jagah atki, pair kampaye, aur uski chut ne mera lund ko kas liya, lehrate hue.
Main bhi nahi ruka. Tez dhakke, uski kamar pakde, jab tak garam lehar meri rirh se utri aur maine lund bahar nikaal kar uski kachhi kapde aur pet par gira diya, gadha, garam. Devika ne peeche dekh kar haath pher diya wahan, ungliyon par chipkaya, phir hans di, thaki hui.
Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Main uski peeth se laga khada raha, lund dheela hota, uski kamar ab bhi meri hathon mein. Neeche paani ki dhaar ab tez lag rahi thi, jaise tap ka pressure badh gaya ho.
Jo faisla turant palat gaya
Hum ab bhi tank ke peeche the. Devika ne palazzo upar kiya, kachha tedha hi chhoda, kurta neeche khincha. Maine shorts ka naada bandha, t-shirt pet par chipki, daag chhupane ki koshish bekaar.
“Yeh jo tune secretary se kaha tha,” usne kaha, awaaz ab naram, “woh jhooth tha ya dar?”
“Dar. Yeh chhat roz roz, tu roz roz. Lagta tha kal koi dekh lega aur tu pareshan hogi.”
“Pareshan main tab hoti jab tu chupke duty chhod kar nikal jata. Aaj jo bola, wahi kaam ka tha.”
Usne meri geeli t-shirt ka kona pakad kar pet saaf kiya, apna bhi. Hum paas hi khade rahe, ab chhune ka naya bahana nahi, bas saans. Guldaudi ke pot par ab bhi can pada tha, muh tedha, paani tap se behta.
Maine uski aankhen dekhi. Woh muskuraayi, chhoti. “Kal meeting mein tu jo chehra dikhayega, woh yahi hoga? Geela?”
“Kal ki baat kal. Abhi yeh tap…”
Jumla poora nahi hua. Neeche se ek moti awaaz uthi, courtyard ki taraf se, gusse aur paani dono mili hui.
Neeche se paani ki chill
“Oye chhat wale! Courtyard doob raha hai! Tap band kar! Mithai wale ki thela bhi bheeg gayi!”
Devika ki aankhen phailin. Hum dono ek saath tap ki taraf daude. Paani kothi se overflow karke nali ke raaste neeche gir raha tha, lambe dhaare. Maine valve ghumaya, dhaar kati, lekin neeche se phir chill aayi, ab aur saaf.
“Itna paani kahan se aaya re? Generator bhi gila ho jayega!”
Maine chappal theek ki, haath dhoe, lekin shorts ab bhi geele. Devika ne apna kaanta uthaya, baal jhatke, chehra wo wala bana liya jo society mein chalta hai. Hum sidhi ke muh par aaye to neeche chowkidar ki torch ghumti dikhi, courtyard mein paani ka tala.
“Tu ja,” maine kaha. “Main neeche bolta hoon can gir gaya, tap chhoot gaya.”
Woh ek pal ruki, meri kalai phir se pakdi, is baar halki. “Jo haan tha, woh haan hi hai. Neeche jhooth bol, upar wala sach mat cheerna.”
Phir woh doosri sidhi se utar gayi, apne floor ki taraf, palazzo ki nara ab band, kurta seedhi. Main tap ke paas khada raha, haath valve par, neeche torch ki roshni paani mein tut-ti. Kolkata ki woh shaam ab garden ki duty jaisi nahi rahi thi, kyunki can ab bhi kothi par pada tha aur mera jawab peeche tank ke saaye mein reh gaya tha.
Neeche mithai wala gaali de raha tha, chowkidar bucket maang raha tha. Maine valve ek baar aur kas ke dekha, dhaar poori band. Geeli t-shirt ko pet se alag karke sidhi utra, har kadam par shorts chipakti rahi, aur courtyard ke paani mein pair rakhte hi pata chal gaya ki aaj ki watering kisi pot tak nahi pohchi, sirf neeche tak.