“Live mat kar,” Tanvi ne kaha, aur uska haath mere phone par aa gaya. Screen ki thandi roshni uski aankhon par kati. “Raghav, yeh hamara honeymoon hai. Unka channel nahi.”
Main haveli ke kamre ki khidki ke paas khada tha. Udaipur ki jheel neeche kaampi, aur pare lights ki tarah naav chal rahi thi. Phone ab bhi meri mutthi mein vibrate ho raha tha. Gharwale wait kar rahe the ki naya joda unhe balcony se muskurata hua dikhe.
“Bas ek minute,” maine jawab diya. “Maa ko yeh haveli dikha du. Bharat ke is kone tak aaye hain, unko bhi lage ki hum khush hain.”
Tanvi ka dupatta uske kandhon se sarakne laga. Cream kurti ki silwatein uski saans ke saath uth rahi thi. “Khush dikhana aur khush hona alag cheez hai. Agar camera itna zaroori hai to main bahar khadi ho jaungi. Corridor ki hawa kaafi hai.”
Yeh jhagda subah se adhura tha. Breakfast par bhi yahi baat ruki thi, sirf awaaz ab tez ho gayi thi. Usne chappal nahi pehni thi. Phir bhi darwaze ki taraf chal di.
“Agar tu abhi nikli,” maine kaha, “to yeh honeymoon sirf unke album ka page reh jayega.”
Woh ruk gayi. Peeth meri taraf thi. Ungliyan darwaze ke handle par thi, lekin dabayi nahi. Kamre mein fan ki aahista aahat ke siwa kuch nahi tha.
Palatne ka woh chhota faisla
“Main nikalna nahi chahti,” usne kaha, bina peeche ghum ke. “Main sirf yeh nahi chahti ki meri pehli khuli raat kisi group chat ki clipping ban jaye.”
Phone ko maine silent kiya aur side table par rakh diya, screen neeche. Koi prop nahi tha beech mein, sirf uska rukna. Jab woh ghumi, uski aankhen gusse se geeli thi, lekin kadam andar hi aaye.
“Ruk. Main jaa nahi rahi.” Uski awaaz kam thi. “Mujhe tu chahiye. Camera nahi.”
Do kadam ne faasla khaa liya. Honth pehle gusse mein takraaye, phir dheere ho gaye. Uski cream kurti ki pehli button meri ungliyon ke neeche fiski, aur usne meri shirt ke collar ko pakad ke khud ko aur kareeb kheench liya.
Dupatta farsh par gir gaya. Palazzo ki naada uski kamar par dhili thi, jaise subah se hi kisi faisle ka wait ho. Main uski kamar par haath rakh ke ruka, yeh dekhne ke liye ki woh phir se darwaze ki taraf to nahi bhaag rahi. Usne sir hilaya, nahi ke matlab nahi, aur meri jeans ki belt kholi.
Kurti upar uthti gayi. Uski bra cream jaisi hi thi, strap kandhe se sarak chuka tha. Maine uska haath apne seene par rakha, taaki gussa aur chahat ek hi saans mein mil jayein. Woh nangi hone se pehle meri aankhon mein dekhti rahi, phir khud bra khol di.
Uski thighs meri jeans se ragad khati thi. Kamra garam tha, lekin uski twacha thandi lagi, jaise darwaze ke paas khadi hawa abhi bhi uske saath ho. Maine uski stani ko honthon se dabaya, dheere, is liye nahi ki koi script thi, balki is liye ki uski saans meri gardan par toot rahi thi.
“Yahan. Abhi. Unko mat uthana,” usne kaha, aur mere phone ki taraf thodi si nazar daali. Screen ab bhi neeche thi.
Jeans aur palazzo ek hi dhakke mein beech mein atak gaye. Hum dono akele the, haveli ke is kamre mein, aur woh atakna bhi ek tarah ki hansi ban gaya. Usne pehle meri jeans ko neeche dhakela, phir apna kapda. Mera lund uski pet ke neeche tadap utha, aur uski mutthi ne use pakad liya jaise jhagda ab haath mein aa gaya ho.
Bed tak poora naqsha nahi bana. Pehle diwar ke saath uski peeth lagi, phir hum dono mattress ke kinare par let gaye. Uski chut garam thi, geeli, aur meri ungliyon ne uske beech halka sa dabaya. Uski kamar uth gayi. Ek awaaz nikal gayi jo corridor tak nahi jaani thi, is liye usne meri shirt ke kapde ko daanton mein daba liya.
“Andar se mat nikalna baat ko,” usne saans ke beech kaha. “Jo shuru kiya hai, use yahin khatam kar.”
Side table par condom rakha tha, subah ke safar ka nahi, sirf ek chhota sa hisaab. Maine packet khola, aur usne khud roll karne mein madad ki, meri nazar se bhaagte hue nahi, balki dekhte hue. Barrier lagte hi uski tanghein meri kamar ke peeche bandh gayin.
Pehla dhakka tez nahi tha. Uski chut ne mere lund ko dheere liya, jaise gussa ab bhi kinare par khada ho. Phir usne apna ek haath mere baal mein daala aur kheench liya. Us ke baad raftaar badli. Har dhakke par uski stani meri chhati se takrati, aur uski aankhen band ho jati, khulti, phir darwaze ki taraf ek pal ke liye jati, yeh dekhne ke liye ki koi nahi aaya.
Do saanson ke beech gehra milna
Udaipur ki shaam kamre ke andar gehri ho chuki thi. Khidki ab bhi thodi khuli thi, jheel ki sondi hawa aa rahi thi, lekin naavon ki awaaz door thi. Main uske upar tha, phir usne palat kar mujhe neeche kiya, cream kurti ab farsh par padi thi, aur uski nangi peeth par meri ungliyon ki lakeeren ban rahi thi.
Upar se woh baithi, aur mera lund uski chut mein poora baith gaya. Uski thighs meri kamar ko kas ke pakde hue thi. Gusse ki jo baat adhuri thi, woh ab uski kamar ke gol dhakkon mein toot rahi thi. Maine uski stani ko muh mein liya. Uski aankhen neeche jhuki, mere honthon par, phir usne meri shirt ke bache hue button ko bhi khol diya.
“Itna perform mat kar,” usne kaha, saans toot’te hue bhi saaf. “Mujhe dikhane wala pati nahi chahiye. Mujhe wahi chahiye jo abhi andar hai.”
Uske baal mere chehre par girne lage. Maine unhe kaan ke peeche kiya, aur uski chut ki geelapan meri thighs tak behne lagi. Dhakke ab mil kar the. Kabhi woh tez karti, kabhi main uski kamar pakad ke thoda rok’ta, is liye nahi ki koi rule tha, balki is liye ki uski awaaz had se bahar na chali jaye.
Woh palat gayi, pet neeche, chehra takiye mein. Uski gaand meri hathon mein thi, gol, garam, aur uski chut uske peeche se khuli hui thi. Maine lund phir andar diya. Uski ungliyan chadar ko masal rahi thi. Ek lambi saans uske seene se nikal ke takiye mein dab gayi.
“Wahan… haan, wahi,” usne kaha. Koi lambi speech nahi. Sirf woh jagah jahan uski kamar meri mutthi mein kasti thi.
Meri jeans ab takle ke paas ataki thi. Usne piche haath bhej ke meri rakh li, jaise darwaza ab bhi uske dimaag mein ho, lekin cadhna uske jism ne chun liya ho. Maine uski chut ko aur khola, ungli nahi, sirf lund ki gahrai se. Har baar jab meri pedi uski gaand se takrati, uski saans ek dhakke se aage nikal jati.
Phir usne mujhe rokne ke liye nahi, palatne ke liye kheench liya. Hum side se lit gaye. Uski ek tang meri kamar par chadhi. Is angle par uski chut aur kareeb aayi, aur mera lund uske andar se ragad khata raha. Uske honth mere honth par the, kabhi daant, kabhi geeli hansi.
“Tu ab bhi soch raha hai unki call ka?” usne puchha, bilkul kareeb se.
“Ab nahi,” maine kaha. Yeh jhoot nahi tha us pal. Phone table par tha, screen neeche, aur uski chut meri mutthi jitni garam thi.
Usne mera haath apni stani par rakha, phir neeche khisaka, apni chut ke upar jahan lund andar-bahar ho raha tha. Meri ungliyon ne uski geeli girah ko ghumaya. Uski kamar jhatki. Uski aankhen band hui. Ek gili tarah ki siskari nikal ke meri gardan par bichh gayi.
Dhakke ab gine nahi ja rahe the. Uski nangi peeth meri chhati se chipak’ti, alag hoti, phir chipak’ti. Fan ke neeche paseena tha, lekin koi list nahi ban rahi thi. Sirf yeh ki uski chut mera lund ko nigal rahi thi, aur gussa jo darwaze tak gaya tha, ab uske nails meri peeth par likh raha tha.
“Main girne wali hun,” usne kaha, aur uski thighs kas gayin. Maine uski kamar ko thaame rakha. Uski chut neek se kasti gayi, phir ek lamba kanp’na aaya. Uski awaaz takiye aur mere muh ke beech toot gayi. Geelapan aur tez ho gaya, meri pet tak.
Uske baad bhi usne mujhe nahi dhakela. Tanghein kuli rahi. Maine kuch aur dhakke diye, uski chut ab bahut soft thi, bahut tight bhi. Condom ke peeche meri release aayi, ek jhatke mein, uske andar, uski kamar meri mutthi mein. Lambi saans dono ki mil ke ek ho gayi, phir alag.
Thodi der hum aise hi pade rahe. Uski aankhen meri taraf thi, gussa poora nahi mit’a tha, lekin darwaza ab uske peeche tha. Maine condom sambhal ke side ki tishoo par rakha, kapde wahi farsh par pade rahe. Koi inventory nahi, sirf yeh ki hum dono ab bhi nange the, aur Udaipur ki hawa khidki se aati rahi.
Missed call ne iraada palta diya
Screen neeche hone ke baad bhi phone ek baar kampa. Light chadar ke kinare se chhalki. Tanvi ne pehle nazar nahi daali. Meri shirt usne apne seene par kheench li, button ab bhi khule the, aur uski nangi thighs meri jeans ke upar thi.
“Agar Maa ne dubara lagaya,” usne halki awaaz mein kaha, “to tu uth ke live to nahi lagaega?”
Jawabo se pehle maine phone uthaya. Screen par missed video call thi, naam saaf tha, ghar ka. Neeche ek message bhi aa chuka tha: balcony se dikhao, log wait kar rahe hain. Hindustan ki is jheel ke kinare baith ke bhi unko lag raha tha ki khushi ek proof hai.
Uthne ka iraada pehle se tha. Shirt pehen’na, khidki kholna, muskurana, kehna ki sab theek hai. Woh pura natak ab bhi mere haath ke dist par pada tha. Tanvi ki nazar mere chehre par ruki, jaise darwaze wala faisla ab meri bari ho.
Call back nahi kiya. Message bhi nahi khola. Phone ko seedha pillow ke neeche sarka diya, screen dubara andheri. Uski aankhen thodi si badi hui, phir uske honth se ek saans nikal gayi jo hansi jaisi thi, thak’i hui.
Kapde nahi samete. Corridor ki taraf nahi badha. Khidki ke paas ja ke maine sirf drapes aur kheench diye, itna ki jheel dikhe aur kamra bahar se band rahe. Neeche naav ki ek light kaati, phir gaayab ho gayi.
Peeche bed par Tanvi meri shirt mein leti rahi, dupatta ab bhi farsh par. Gussa poora khatam nahi hua tha, lekin uska haath khali chadar par tha, jagah de ke. Main wahi khidki ke frame par ruka, phone peeche chhoda hua, aur agla kaam sirf yeh tha ki is pal ko unke album se bahar hi rehne du.