Tanvi ne tablecloth ka kona meri mutthi se khincha aur boli, “Yeh side ulta fold ho raha hai.” Hyderabad ke is society hall ki tube light uske maathe ke paseene par atak gayi. Committee ka packing almost simat chuka tha, par do bade kapde table par abhi bhi bikhre pade the.
Maine kone ko seedha kiya, lekin nazar uski kameez ke us hisse par chali gayi jahan paseene ne kapda chhati se satak diya tha. Woh ek pal ruk gayi. Bahar gali mein kisi ne cycle ki ghanti bajayi, phir awaaz kat gayi.
Kapda ulta pad gaya
“Tumhe jaldi nikalna tha na?” usne dheere se poocha. “Phone par call ka bahana kiya tha.”
Mera phone table ke kone par pada tha, screen bilkul kaali. Koi vibration nahi, koi naam nahi. India ke is dakkhin shehar Hyderabad mein aisi committee ki shaamein aksar lambi khinch jaati hain, par aaj wahi bahana kamzor pad gaya.
Tanvi ne kapda table par patka. Uski aankhen seedhi meri taraf thin. “Call kahan hai, Gaurav? Screen soyi padi hai.”
Hall ke kone mein plastic chairs ki katari khadi thi, stage ke paas dhurriyon ka gadhha. Committee ke baaki log pehle hi ghar ja chuke the. Pankha dheere ghum raha tha, jaise khud thak gaya ho.
“Main dekh nahi raha tha,” awaaz meri hi kaan ko jhoothi lagi.
“Jhooth.” Hisaab saaf tha, gussa nahi. “Agar sirf kaam hai to meri chhati kyun dekh rahe ho?”
Pankhe ki hawa dheemi thi. Uski kameez ka doosra button thoda khula tha, galti se nahi, paseene ki wajah se. Saans meri atak gayi, phir chhodni padi.
Nazar ka hisaab
Tanvi ne ek kadam aage liya. Uska haath meri shirt ke pehle button par raha, dabaya nahi, bas tika diya. “To ruk jao. Ya seedha kaho ki tum bhi mahino se yahi soch rahe the.”
Maine uska haath apni chhati par rakh diya. “Haan. Agar tum nahi chahogi to yahin khada rahunga.”
Button usne khola. “Chahungi. Abhi. Yahi hall mein.”
Doosra button bhi khula. Uski ungliyan meri skin par garam thin. Uski kamar pakad kar uske honth tak jhukna pada. Pehla chuma halka tha, doosra tez. Jeebh ko apne munh mein kheenchte hue usne wahi hisaab khatam kar diya jo kapdon ke folds mein daba tha.
Kameez sir ke upar se nikalte hue uske baal khul gaye. Neeli bra mein uski chhatiyan tez saans se uth rahi thin. Strap kandhe se sarka, munh uski nipple par raha. Baal meri mutthi mein aa gaye, ek dabi hui awaaz nikal gayi jo tile par takrayi.
Salwar ki naada dheeli pad gayi. Khud usne use khola, phir meri jeans ki belt. Hall ki thandi tile par uski chappal khanakti hui alag hui. Dhurrie ke gadhhe tak peeche hatna pada, jahan mehmaanon ke galecha ikatthe kiye gaye the, ab bichhe nahi the.
Woh let gayi, salwar ek taang par atki. Poora khinchte hi panty dikhi, beech se geeli, kapda uski chut se chipka hua. Ungli se sarkaate hi uski saans tezi se uthi. “Andar mat atakna, Gaurav. Pehle yahin ruko.”
Do ungliyan uski chut ke upar, phir andar. Geelaapan garam tha, tight tha. Meri kalai pakad kar rhythm usne khud set kiya. Uski thighs ke beech jhukna pada, jeebh uski clit par feri. Kamar uth kar mere munh se mili, jaise koi sawal ab bacha hi na ho.
Awaaz hall mein bikhari, phir apna haath munh par rakh liya. Stage ke peeche se koi kadam nahi aaya. India mein aisi colony ki raatein jaldi so jaati hain, is liye darr ke saath ek ajeeb raahat bhi thi.
Jeans taangon se neeche fansi. Mera lund uski hatheli mein aa gaya, kathor, garam. Do-teen baar upar-neeche kiya, phir apni chut ke muh par raga. “Ab andar.”
Pehla dhakka dheema tha. Uski chut ne dabaya, phir khola. Doosra dhakka gehra. Peeth ke kapde, jo ab sirf meri shirt ke kangar the, usne pakad liye. Dhurrie par hilna shuru hua, table ke kone se thali ki halki khanak bhi mil gayi.
“Itne din kyun chhupaya?” saans ke beech usne poocha.
Kaan ke paas jawab diya, “Kyunki yahi hall kaam banaya hua tha.” Ungliyon ne woh jawab kaat diya. Uski kamar aur tight ho gayi, naakhun meri kamar ke paas chubhe.
Neeli bra ab sirf ek strap se atki thi. Chhatiyan mere seene se ragad kha rahi thin. Tube light ne paseene ki dhaar ko chamkaya, maathe se gardan tak. Tablecloth ab bhi adhura pada tha, kona table se latak raha tha jaise kaam khud haar gaya ho.
Bahar scooter guzri, engine ki gudgudahat seedhi khidki se aayi. Dono ruke. mera lund uski chut ke andar atka raha, na nikalna na aur gehra jana. Scooter dur hote hi usne meri gardan kheench li. “Ab ruko mat.”
Dhakke tez ho gaye. Uski thighs meri kamar ko lapetegi si ho gayin. Har dhakke par uski chut ne kheencha, chhodna nahi chahti thi. Honth uske kaan ke neeche the, saans dono ki mil kar bhaari ho gayi.
“Yahan… yahi,” usne kaha, awaaz toot kar. Kamar ek dhakke par akdi, phir kampne lagi. Uski chut ne baar-baar dabaya, geelaapan meri taangon tak behne laga. Uski aankhen band thin, honth khule, ek lambi saans khinchi jo hall ke kone tak gayi.
Uske baad meri bhi ruki nahi. Andar hi chhodna pada, dhakka gehra, mutthi uske baal mein. Paseena dono ke peeth par chipka. Dhurrie ka kone ab ungliyon se bhi geela tha.
Thodi der sirf pankha suna. Adhuri tablecloth ab bhi table par thi, phone ab bhi kaala. Packing ka matlab us sawal ke baad badal chuka tha, wazan kapde ka nahi raha.
Salwar usne taangon mein khinchi, kameez sir ke upar daali, button galat milaye phir theek kiye. Bra usne bagal mein nahi daali, seedha kameez ke neeche pheni. Dupatta chair ki peeth par pada raha, jahan pehle fold karte hue rakha tha.
Dupatta lift tak nahi gaya
Chappal peente hue usne baal nahi bandhe. Colony ke corridor mein woh hamesha judi rakhiti thi, aaj khule hi chhod diye. Meri shirt ke buttons maine neeche se bandhe, jeans ki belt kashti hui siski.
“Kal subah secretary aayega,” usne kaha, awaaz saadi, jaise kapda fold kar rahi ho. “Tum lights bujha dena.”
Hall ke darwaze tak uske kadam tez the. Kunda ab bhi vaise hi tha, taala nahi. Corridor ki peeli batti ne uske khule baal pakde. Lift ke saamne ruk kar button dabaya, bina palte, bina dupatta uthaye.
Darwaze khule, woh andar gayi. Baal abhi bhi khule the, kameez ka ek button upar se dhila. Lift band hui. Chair par dupatta vaise hi pada raha, jaise committee ka kaam adhura chhoot gaya ho, aur wahi chhootna ab hisaab tha.