“Aaj nahi, kal,” Sonal ne darwaze ki chain abhi bhi pakde hue kaha. “Reading circle kal shaam ko hai, Aditya. Tum itni garmi mein kyun aa gaye?”
Main seedha khada raha. “Aapne Sunday ko kaha tha, aaj toran aur cups set karne hain. Maine time nikal kar aaya.”
Unki aankhen meri taraf gayin, phir peeche deewar ke calendar par. Kanpur ki us patli gali mein loo chal rahi thi, aur Bharat ke is garm mahine ki dopahar mein neeche koi bhi padhai ka chehra nahi dikhta tha.
“Yeh calendar dekho,” unhone kaha, awaaz pehle se naram. “Aaj ki tarikh par maine khud gulabi pen se ghera banaya tha. Maine diary galat padh li.”
Main hans diya. “Toh main wapas jaaun? Toran yahin rakh doon?”
Unhone chain chhodi, lekin darwaza poora nahi khola. Cotton kurta ke neeche unki saans tez thi. “Tumhe bhej kar main khud ko bewakoof samajhungi. Andar aao, kam se kam pani pi lo.”
Joota bahar utar kar main andar gaya. Unka chhota sa ghar tha, ek hi kamra padhai aur soone dono ke kaam aata tha. Mez par kitaabein thin, lekin course last month khatam ho chuka tha. Fees bhi maine us hafte se pehle jama kar di thi. Aaj koi hisaab nahi bacha tha.
“Pani rakho,” maine kaha. “Aap tension mein ho.”
Sonal ne bartan se glass bhara. “Main isliye ghabra rahi hoon kyunki maine tumhe kal ke liye mana kiya tha. Professional line. Woh baat tumhare dimaag mein ghum rahi hogi.”
Woh baat last class ki thi, jab unki ungli meri copy par ruki thi aur hum dono ne ek second zyada dekha tha. Uske baad unhone kaha tha, milna coaching mein hi hoga, ghar par nahi. Hindustan ke is purane shehar mein log aasan se naam lagate hain. Unhone wahi dar dikhaya tha.
“Aapne ghar bulaya,” maine seedha kaha. “Kal ya aaj, main yahin hoon.”
Glass mez par rakhte hue unhone meri taraf dekha. “Agar reading circle aaj hai, to Vandana aur doosri auratein shaam se pehle aa sakti hain. Abhi hum akele hain.”
Tarikh ki galti nikli
Calendar ke gulabi ghere ne dono ke beech wala jhoot nikal diya. Unhone jo kal ka vaada kiya tha, woh dar ke kaaran tha, tarikh ke kaaran nahi. Main woh vaada todne nahi aaya tha, lekin aaj ki garmi ne use dheel de di.
“Tum khade kyun ho,” Sonal boli, awaaz mein hansi aur gussa dono. “Toran to kal ke liye tha. Aaj tumhe dekh kar lagta hai maine khud ko bhi galat samjha.”
“Kya samjha?”
“Yeh ki main tumhe door rakhna chahti hoon.” Unhone kurta ki baanh upar ki. “Course khatam hai. Main tumhari teacher ki tarah nahi ruk rahi. Tum bhi chahte ho to yahin raho.”
Main aage badha. Unhone meri kalaai pakad li, na rokne ke liye, na naatak ke liye. Jo dhakka pehle shabdon mein tha, ab haath mein aa gaya. Hum itne kareeb the ki unki saans meri gardan par padi.
Pehla kiss jaldi tha, daanton se bhari hui jaldi. Unke honth namak aur elaichi jaise lage. Maine unke baal hataye jo kaan par gir rahe the, aur unhone meri shirt ki pehli button khol di jaise koi faisla pehle se taya tha.
“Darwaza,” maine unke muh ke paas kaha.
Chain unhone khud lagayi, ek hi jhatke mein. Kamre ki khidki pehle se purdah se dhakki thi. Bistar par do takye the, ek kitaab palat kar rakhi hui. Unhone kitaab neeche ki taraf dhakel di, jaise padhai ka aakhri bahana bhi hat raha ho.
Kurta unke sar ke upar se nikla. Neeche safed bra thi, patli stri par pasina ki ek lakeer. Main unki kamar par haath rakh kar ruka, unka chehra padhne ke liye. Unhone mera haath apne stanon par sarka diya. “Yahin, dheere nahi.”
Bra ka hook peeche se khula. Unke chuche meri hatheli mein bhar gaye, garm, bhari hui. Maine ek ko muh mein liya, jeebh ghumayi, daant halka sa lagaya. Unki ungliyan mere baal mein kas gayin. “Aditya… aur neeche.”
Churidar ki nadi dheeli hui. Main ghutnon ke bal baith gaya. Unki thighs ke beech garmi thi, kapde ke through bhi. Pantie geeli thi beech se. Maine kapda side kiya aur unki chut par muh rakh diya. Pehli chatayi par unhone meri khopdi daba li.
“Haan, wahi,” unki awaaz toot kar nikli. “Do ungli nahi, pehle jeebh.”
Main wahi raha. Unki chut namakilii thi, thodi si khatti. Clit par jab jeebh ruki to unke pair meri peeth par chadh gaye. Maine unki ek taang apne kandhe par utha li. Kamre mein pankha tez tha, lekin unki saans usse tez chal rahi thi.
Kuch der baad unhone mera sar upar khincha. “Shirt utaro. Jeans bhi. Main tumhe kapdon ke saath nahi dekhna chahti.”
Kapde farsh par girte gaye. Mera lund pehle se khada tha, sir par chamak. Sonal ne baith kar use haath mein liya, muh ke itna kareeb ki saans padi, phir poora nahi liya. Jeebh se sir saaf kiya, aankhen upar meri taraf. “Itna din yeh sochti thi, class mein, jab tum copy kholte the.”
“Ab sochne ki zaroorat nahi.”
Unhone hans kar mujhe bistar par dhakela. Main let gaya, woh upar aa gayin. Apna ek haath mere seene par rakh kar unhone apni chut mere lund ke sir par ghisayi, geeli, garmahat se bhari. “Condom… dibbe mein, pillow ke peeche.”
Maine woh chhota packet todha. Unhone khud roll kiya, ungliyon se tight, phir theek se baithaya. Barrier lagte hi unhone dubara position li, aur dheere se neeche baithin. Meri saans atak gayi jab unki chut ne pehla hissa nigal liya.
“Dekhte raho,” unhone kaha. “Teacher wali sharam ab nahi.”
Unhone mujhe andar bulaya
pehle dhakke mein unki kamar kampi. Unhone apne haath mere seene par fadaye, naakhun halka sa gaade, aur poori tarah baith gayin. Andar geela, tight, har inch pe pehchan. Maine unki thighs pakad kar upar ki taraf uthaya, neeche laya, unki raftaar ke saath.
“Aur tez nahi,” pehle boli, phir khud hi kamar ghumane lagi. “Haan… ab wahi.”
Unke chuche mere muh ke upar jhule. Maine ek ko daba kar chusa, doosre ko hatheli se gola. Har baar jab woh neeche aatin, meri kamar unke hisaab se uth ti. Bistar ki paaye halki si chhilchhilayi. Bahar gali mein koi cycle ki ghanti bajayi gayi, door se, phir khamoshi.
Sonal jhukin, mere kan ke paas. “Last class mein jo ungli ruki thi na, us din main ghar aake khud ko chhu rahi thi. Yeh mat samajhna ki sirf tum soch rahe the.”
Jawaan gussa aur raahat ek saath chhute. Maine unhe palat diya. Ab main upar tha, unki dono taangein meri kamar ke around. Unki chut ne lund ko dobara liya, gehra. Har dhakka unke stanon ko hilata. Unki aankhen band thin, honth khule, beech beech mein mera naam toot kar nikalta.
“Yahan… thoda upar.” Maine kon badla, unki clit apni pubic bone se ragadti rahi. Unke nakhun meri peeth par line kheench gaye. Pankha ghumta raha, pasina dono ke pet par milta raha.
Kuch der baad unhone meri kalaai pakad kar apne muh par rakhi. Ungliyan chusi, phir chhodin. “Baith, main ghutnon par jaungi.”
Hum palte. Woh bistar ke kinare ghutne tek kar baith gayin, main peeche se unki kamar pakad kar andar gaya. Is angle par unki chut aur bhi kas kar khinchi. Unke baal ek taraf giraye hue the, gardan nangi. Maine wahan honth rakhe, daant nahi, sirf garmi.
“Chodo, aaj ke liye yeh kaafi shabd hain,” unhone kaha, hansne jaisi saans ke saath. “Seedha raho.”
Maine unki kamar pakde rakhi, dhakke lambe. Unka ek haath beech mein ja kar clit masalta raha. Jab unka jism sakht hua, unki chut ne mera lund ko baar baar kasa. Unki awaaz dab kar nikli, lambi, phir toot gayi. Main ruka nahi, unke kampne ke dauran bhi andar raha, dheere, phir dubara tez.
Unhone peeche haath bhej kar meri rakh li. “Ab tum. Mujhe mehsoos karna hai.”
Condom ke andar pressure chadha. Maine unki thighs ke peeche se aur kheecha, do teen gehre dhakke diye, aur khud ko chhod diya. Garam jhatka, phir khali saans. Unki kamar mere pet ke against kampati rahi, phir dheere stheer hui.
Hum ek doosre se chipke giray. Main nikal kar condom sambhal kar kagaz mein lapet kar kude ke dibbe ki taraf kiya, wapas aaya to woh chaddar ke ek kone se apni thighs ponchh rahi thin. Unki aankhen meri taraf thin, thaki, saaf.
“Pani ab pi lo,” unhone kaha, pehli baar class wali awaaz ke bina. “Loo bahar ab bhi hai.”
Glass wahi tha mez par. Maine do ghoont liye, unhe diya. Unhone bra nahi pehni, sirf kurta dhila sa daal liya, button khule. Main jeans khinchnne laga to unhone mera haath rokha. “Paanch minute. Sirf let jao. Vandana abhi nahi aayegi, agar calendar sach hai to shaam se pehle hangaama hoga.”
Hum chaddar ke upar let gaye, kapde adhure, pankha sir par. Unki ungli meri chhaati par ghoomti rahi, koi padhai nahi, koi sawal nahi. Mujhe ek pal ke liye laga ki main unse poochhunga ki kya yeh ghar wapas aane layak cheez hai, kya coaching ke bahar bhi naam rahega.
Woh sawal muh tak aaya, ruka. Unki saans meri baanh par pad rahi thi, bhaari, shaant. Bahar kisi ne radio chalaya, phir band kiya. Kanpur ki woh gali dopahar ko aisi hi soyi rehti hai, ek aadh dukan ke pul ke neeche.
Aakhri dastak ne rasta palta
Pehli dastak itni halki thi ki pankha usko kha gaya. Doosri dastak tez thi. “Sonal! Main hoon, Vandana. Aaj hi na? Tumne group par kal likha tha, lekin Meena ke ghar calendar aaj dikha. Cups le aayi.”
Sonal ek jhatke mein bistar se uthi. Kurta ke button jaldi se lagaye, churidar khincha, aaina tak daud kar baal bandhe. “Kapde, Aditya. Abhi. Peeche ki seedhi, raste ke bagal wali.”
Main jeans, shirt, joota, sab ek saath. Mera haath unke phone tak gaya, unsent line likhne ko: tapri par intezar karunga. Vandana ne bahar se phir kaha, “Chain kholo na, loo lag rahi hai.”
Sonal ne meri taraf sirf aankh se ishara kiya, muh nahi khola. Main phone ki line mita kar pocket mein daal ta, peeche ke chhote darwaze se nikalta, seedhiyon ki garmi mein utarta. Upar unki awaaz aayi, seedhi, teacher wali: “Haan haan, aaj hi hai, andar aao, cups rakh do.”
Neeche gali mein dhoop tez thi. Main wahan ruka jahan tapri ka smoke aata hai, phir nahi ruka. Jo baat bistar par poochhne wali thi, woh ab unke mehmanon ke beech nahi rakhi ja sakti thi. Seedha kamre ki taraf badha, bina muh phere, jaise calendar ki tarikh ne sirf unka din nahi, mera agla kadam bhi kaat diya ho.
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