Joota haath mein lete hi Ritika ne peeche se meri kalaai pakad li. “Sahil, ek minute. Mat ja abhi.”
Main mud kar dekha. Uske cup mein chai ka rang gehra pada tha, aur Varanasi ki us chhoti si deewar ke peeche Ganga ki hawa aati thi. Bharat ke is purane sheher mein shaam jaldi bhaari ho jaati hai, isliye nikalna hi soch raha tha.
“Der ho rahi hai,” maine kaha, joota abhi bhi ungliyon mein atka. “Kal subah nadi paar jaana hai.”
Ritika ne sir hilaya, lekin haath nahi chhoda. Kurta uski chhati par halka sa chipka tha. Leggings ke neeche uski lambi taangein shaant thin, jaise koi faisla abhi-abhi pakka hua ho.
“Kal raat maine ek audio banayi. Tere liye nahi bheji. Khud ke liye banayi, phir bhi teri awaaz munh par aa gayi.”
Joota neeche nahi gaya, lekin kadam ruk gaya. College ke baad itne saal baad milna chai aur halki hansi tak hi socha tha. Itiraf ne woh seedha rasta tod diya.
“Kaisi audio?” meri awaaz sookhi nikalii.
“Garam. Main khud bol rahi hoon. Tera naam liya hai. Agar sunna hai to yahin sun. Nahi to nikal ja, gussa nahi hogi.”
Audio ne meri ruksat palat di
Phone usne sofa ke paas rakh kar speaker on kiya. Pehle do second sirf saans thi, phir uski apni awaaz kamre mein faili, dhaimi, geeli, jaise koi honth ke bilkul paas bole.
Recording mein Ritika keh rahi thi, “Sahil, aaj mat poochna. Meri chut geeli hai, aur main soch rahi hoon tu andar hai.”
Asli Ritika mere saamne khadi thi, honth dabaye, aankhen mere chehre par. Hindustan ke is kone mein gali jaldi so jaati hai, isliye har shabd itna saaf tha ki gardan garam ho gayi.
Joota maine darwaze ke paas rakh diya, pair abhi bhi moze mein. “Yeh tu ne kal raat banayi?”
“Haan. Do baar record kiya. Pehli baar has di, doosri baar nahi ruki.” Usne volume ek notch neeche kiya, window ki taraf nazar daali, phir wapas meri taraf. “Ab bhi sun raha hai tu. Matlab rukna chahta hai.”
Main paas aaya. Uski awaaz speaker se aa rahi thi, aur saath hi uske gale se bhi. Do Ritika ek saath, ek record, ek saamne. Kurta ke neeche uski chhati tez uth rahi thi.
“Agar main yahin raha,” maine kaha, “to yeh audio band karni hogi ya nahi, tu decide kar. Main zabardasti nahi sununga.”
Usne phone ko sofa ke cushion ke neeche nahi dabaaya. Sirf itna kaha, “Chalne de. Main chahti hoon tu sune, aur main bhi sune. Aaj yahin, itna hi.”
Honth uske honth par rakhte hi recording ne ek lambi saans li, jaise timing mil gayi ho. Ritika ne meri shirt ki pehli button kholi, na koi jaldbazi ka natak, na koi lamba waada. Uski ungli meri chhati par ruki, phir neeche gayi.
Jeans ki zip meri taraf se khuli. Uski hathheli ne mera lund kapdon ke upar se pehchana, aur speaker se uski recorded cheekh aayi, halki, sharmili nahi. Asli honth mere kaan ke paas aaye. “Waisi hi awaaz ab nahi nikalegi. Ab tu yahan hai.”
Kurta maine upar kiya. Uski chhati par koi bra nahi thi, sirf garam chamdi aur tight nipples. Munh rakhte hi usne mere baal pakde. Recording bol rahi thi andar aane ki baat, aur asli kamar meri tarf dhakel rahi thi.
Leggings usne khud neeche kiye, sofa ke kinare tak. Geeli silk si uski chut meri ungli ke pehle hi touch par khul si gayi. Do ungliyan andar gayi to usne daant honth par rakhe, phir chhod diye.
“Itni jaldi nahi,” usne kaha, lekin kamar aage hi aa rahi thi. “Audio mein main jhooth nahi bol rahi thi.”
Sofa chhota tha, lekin kaafi. Main uske saamne ghutnon par aa gaya. Uski chut ko choosa to namak aur chai ki mitti si khushbu mili. Uski thighs mere kandhon par tan gayi. Recording ne mera naam dobara liya, aur asli Ritika ne meri gardan daba kar rakhi.
Thodi der baad woh khud neeche aayi. Mera lund uske honth tak aaya to usne pehle sirf jeebh feri, phir pura munh. Geela, garam, aur itna control ke saath ki meri ungliyan uske baal mein atak gayi. Speaker par uski purani awaaz ab bhi khud ko chhodne ki baat kar rahi thi. Asli munh zyada bhookha tha.
Kamre ki ek bulb peele rang ki thi. Uski aankhen upar uthin, munh bhara hua, aur usne lund chhod kar kaha, “Ab sofa par. Mujhe dikhna chahiye tu sun raha hai.”
Wapas lette hi uski peeth cushion se lagi. Maine lund uski chut ke muh par rakh diya. Geelapan itna tha ki sirf dabav se thoda andar chala gaya. Ritika ne meri kamar pakad li.
“Andar. Dheere nahi. Audio mein jo kaha tha wahi.”
Pehle dhakke se uski saans tootii. Pura lund andar gaya to uski chut ne kas diya, garam, tight, aur har dhakke par ek geeli awaaz nikalii jo recording se takraati thi. Do awaazein, ek purani ek nayi, dono uski.
Uske kandhon ko pakad kar maine aur andar gaya. Chhati meri chhati se ragar kha rahi thi. Kabhi honth milte, kabhi sirf saans. Phone ab bhi sofa ke haath ke neeche se bol raha tha, “Sahil, zor se.” Asli Ritika ne wahi line dohraayi, lekin tooti hui.
Taangein uski meri kamar par lapeti. Har dhakka sofa ko deewar se halka satata. Gali se koi cycle nahi guzri. Sirf hum, aur woh file jo kal raat usne akele banayi thi.
Beech mein maine nikal kar usko palat diya. Pet sofa par, kamar upar. Uski gaand gol thi, aur uski chut peeche se aur khuli. Andar jaate hi usne cushion ka kona pakad liya. Meri ungli uski clit par rahi, dhakke uske hisaab se.
“Yahan… yahi… mat nikalna abhi,” usne kaha. Recording us waqt chup ho gayi, file khatam. Achanak kamra sirf asli saanson se bhar gaya. Khamoshi ne aur nanga kar diya.
Phone screen andheri ho gayi. Ritika ne haath pichhe kiya, meri jaangh pakdi. “Dobara mat chalana. Ab bas tu.”
Uske baal mere muh ke paas the. Maine kaan ke peeche chuma, lund tez kiya. Uski chut ab bar bar kas rahi thi, jaise koi lehar aa rahi ho. Meri ungliyan uski kamar par khud ko sambhalne ke liye ganth ho gayi.
Palat kar woh upar aa gayi. Lund khud baith kar andar liya, dheere, poora. Kurta ab sofa ke arm par pada tha, meri shirt ek taraf giri thi. Uski chhati mere munh ke saamne jhulne lagi. Choosne par usne mere baal kheenche, lekin dard nahi, sirf ishara.
Upar se woh khud hilne lagi. Har baithak par uski clit meri jaangh se ragad khaati. Aankhen band karke bhi mera naam nikalta. Neeche se maine uski gaand pakad kar uthaya, taaki har baar gehra lage.
Pani jaisa geela shor sofa ke kapde par pad raha tha. Ritika ki saans ab ginti jaisi thi, chhoti chhoti. “Sahil, main… abhi.” Uski chut ne achanak zor se pakda, body kanp gayi, aur woh mere upar jhuk gayi, honth mere kandhe par.
Uske amp ke baad bhi main andar tha. Thodi der ruk kar phir dhakke diye, uski geeli, dheeli, garam chut mein. Usne mana nahi kiya. Sirf kaan ke paas kaha, “Tera bhi nikal. Mujh par, andar nahi.”
Bahar nikalte hi lund uski pet par phenka. Safed dhaar uski nabhi talak gayi. Ritika ne dekh kar hans diya, thaka hua, khula. Apni ungli se usne thoda sa failaya, phir meri chhati par sar rakh diya.
Sofa par dono ki saansein mili
Bulb waisi hi peeli thi. Bahar ek rickshaw dur se guzra, phir khamoshi. Mere moze ab bhi pairon par the, joote darwaze ke paas. Ritika nangi nahi poori, kurta kinare se uski ek baanh ko chhu raha tha.
Phone screen andheri hi rahi. Usne use uthaya, lock kiya, aur table par patak diya, screen neeche. Koi naya file nahi kholi, koi message nahi dekha.
“Kal raat yeh banate waqt laga tha yeh sirf khud ke liye hai,” usne kaha, awaaz ab recording jaisi nahi, seedhi. “Aaj laga agar tu sun leta hai to chhupana jhooth ho jayega.”
Maine uski peeth par haath phera. Paseena thanda ho raha tha. “Main nikalne hi wala tha.”
“Pata hai. Isliye pakda. Warna yeh audio kabhi nahi chalti.”
Uski aankhen meri aankhon mein rahi. Koi badi baat nahi bani, koi kal ka naqsha nahi. Sirf itna ki chai thandi pad chuki thi, aur kamra ab bhi uski khushbu se bhara tha.
Kapde dhoondne ki jagah maine shirt uthayi, lekin pehni nahi. Ritika ne leggings pair ke paas hi rehne diye. Sofa ke ek kone par woh leti rahi, meri jaangh ke against.
Ganga ki hawa khidki se ab tez aa rahi thi. Varanasi ki raat ne gali ko aur band kar diya. Koi dastak nahi hui. Phone table par pada raha, band.
Joota wapas neeche rakh diya
Thodi der baad main uth khada hua. Darwaze tak gaya, joota uthaya. Hath mein chamda thanda laga, jaise bahar wali duniya wapas aa rahi ho.
Ritika ne koi sawal nahi poocha. Sirf sofa se dekhti rahi, ek taang moode, pet par meri nishani ab sukh rahi thi.
Joota pehenne ke bajay maine use wahi rakh diya jahan pehle tha. Pair moze par hi wapas sofa ki taraf aaye. Uske paas baith kar maine uska haath apni gardan par rakhne diya.
“Abhi nahi ja raha,” maine kaha. Itna hi.
Ritika ne aankh nahi band ki. Uska angutha mere kaan ke peeche raha, aur table par pada phone waisi hi andheri screen liye pada raha, bina dohraaye, bina chalaye. Kamre mein ab koi recording nahi thi, sirf do log, aur ek joota jo darwaze ke paas intezaar karta raha.
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