Pallavi ne frame ka left kona uthaya aur meri taraf dekha. “Seedha pakdo, Tarun. Yeh kama sutra wali joadi tedhi nahi honi chahiye.”
Maine right kone ko deewar ke kane ke paas dabaya. Pallavi ke drawing room mein dopahar ka teekha ujala pada tha. Hum dono ek hi kaam kar rahe the. Ek tasveer latkani thi jo uske dost ne Varanasi ke purane mandir se utar kar bheji thi.
Us print mein ek mard aur ek aurat ek dusre se lipti hui thi. Unki kamar mil rahi thi, unki aankhen mil rahi thi. Pallavi ne pehle hi kaha tha ki yeh kama sutra ke ek asan ki nakal hai, isliye balance zaroori hai.
Maine kaha, “Main jaanta hoon. Kama sutra mein wazan dono taraf barabar hota hai.”
Pallavi hans padi, lekin uski hansii mein shak tha. “Tumhare haath to sirf kane par hain. Figure ke mard ka haath aurat ki kamar par hai. Dekho.”
Maine dekha. Sach tha. Print ke mard ki mutthi us aurat ki kamar ke neeche thi, meri mutthi sirf lakdi ke frame par jamii hui thi.
Pallavi ne frame nahi chhoda. “Sach batao, tumhe yeh kama sutra samajh bhi aata hai, ya sirf naam lete ho jab baat badi karni ho?”
Sawal seedha tha. Kaam ka maqsad wahi painting latkana tha, lekin uske sawal ne mujhe us print ke andar ghasit liya. Varanasi, Bharat ke us kone mein hai jahan galiyan aur ghat ek dusre se chipki rehti hain, aur yahan har cheez ka ek hisaab maanga jaata hai, chahe woh patthar ki joadi ho ya meri zubaan.
Maine kaha, “Samajh aata hai. Dikhana alag baat hai.”
“To dikhao. Itna muh mat maro. Agar asan galat hai to tasveer tedhi hi rahegi.”
Usne mera haath frame se hata kar apni kamar par rakh diya, kapde ke upar. Cotton kurta patli thi. Meri hatheli ko uski kamar ki garmi mil gayi. Frame ab ek haath se uske kandhe ke paas jhul raha tha.
Mudra ke hisaab mein haath nahi the
Pallavi ne kane ko deewar mein daba diya, tasveer ab lagbhag seedhi thi. Phir bhi uski nazar mere haath par thi, print par nahi. “Kama sutra mein pehla kaam nazron ka hota hai, haath baad mein aate hain. Tum ulta kar rahe ho.”
Maine apna haath nahi hataya. “Tumne khud rakhwaya.”
“Isliye ki tum jhooth na bol sako.” Pallavi ne doosra haath mere t-shirt ke neeche ki taraf nahi bheja, sirf meri kalai ko thoda ghumaya, jaise print wale mard ki kalaai ghumi hui thi. “Ab bol, yeh jagah sahi hai ya nahi?”
Sahi thi. Uski kamar patli thi, palazzo ki nari ke upar kapda thoda khinch gaya tha. India ki is garmi mein kapde jaldi chipak jaate hain. Khidki se Ganga ki taraf se aati hawa bhi garam thi, Pallavi ke baal kaan ke paas chipke the.
Maine kaha, “Sahi hai. Magar agar hum dono khade khade nakal karenge to kane toot bhi sakta hai.”
Pallavi ne frame ko aakhir ka nichaal diya. Tasveer deewar par atak gayi, thodi si tedhi, jaise jaan boojh kar. “To phir zameen par karo. Main dekhna chahti hoon ki tumhari kitaabi baat kitni der tikti hai.”
Woh sofa ke saamne duri par khadi ho gayi. Kurta ke neeche uski thighs ki line dikh rahi thi. Maine palazzo ki nari ko nahi chhua, pehle uski aankhen dekhi. Uski aankhen mujhse nahi hat rahi thi.
“Agar tum bhi chahte ho to yahin, abhi,” Pallavi boli, aur meri shirt ke do button par ungli rakh di. Maine sir hilaya. “Haan.”
Uske baad koi doosri shart nahi bani. Pallavi ne khud aage badh kar mera munh pakda. Maine usko chuma. Uski saans meri saans se takrai, halke se pehle, phir tez. Meri jeebh ko usne kaata nahi, sirf dabaya, jaise print wali aurat ka munh khula tha.
T-shirt sar ke upar nikalte hue mere baal bikhar gaye. Pallavi ke kurta ke neeche blouse nahi tha, sirf patla cotton. Maine kapda upar kiya to uski chhatiyan saamne aa gayin, nipple garam the. Usne mera sar apni chhati ke beech dabaye rakha, phir chhoda, jaise wazan check kar rahi ho.
“Yeh asan mein pehle saans milti hai,” usne kaha, awaaz low thi. “Tumhari saans upar ja rahi hai.”
Maine jeans ki chain kholi. Pallavi ke palazzo ki nari meri ungli se khisak gayi. Uski chut par patla kapda gila tha. Maine kapde ko bagal kiya, do ungliyan andar nahi dhasayin, pehle bahar se phiraayin. Pallavi ki kamar meri hatheli ke neeche kaanp gayi.
Woh mujhe sofa ki taraf nahi ghasitti. Deewar ke kane ke neeche, usi tasveer ke saamne, usne apna ek pair uthaya aur meri kamar se lapet liya. Print mein bhi aurat ka pair mard ki kamar par tha. Farq itna tha ki hamari chamdi ab kapde ke bina mil rahi thi.
Mera lund uski jaangh par tika. Pallavi ne haath neeche kiya, mutthi mein liya, upar neeche kiya, tez nahi. “Ab andar. Jo dikhate ho woh karo.”
Maine uski chut ke muh par lund rakh kar dheere dhakka diya. Gila rasta tha, phir bhi pehli baar mein poora nahi gaya. Pallavi ne saans roki, phir chhodi. “Aur andar. Main khadi hoon, girungi nahi.”
Doosre dhakke par main andar tak chala gaya. Uski chut ne pakda. Deewar thandi thi, uski peeth usse chipak gayi. Maine uski thighs ko uthaye rakha, ek pair zameen par, ek meri kamar par. Yeh wahi mudra thi jo tasveer mein thi, bas hamari saansein zyada tez thi.
Asan ke beech wazan khisak gaya
Pallavi ke nakhun meri peeth par nahi gade. Usne mere kandhon ko pakda, jaise kane ko pakadti. Har dhakke par tasveer thodi kanpti. Main usko choda, pehle mil kar, phir thoda tez. Uski chhatiyan meri chhati se ragad kha rahi thi.
“Yahan ruk,” usne kaha. Main ruk gaya, andar hi. Pallavi ne apna wazan neeche kiya, pair dono zameen par kiye, phir mujhe khinch kar gadda hue dari par litaya. “Ab main upar. Kama sutra mein yeh bhi likha hai, mard hamesha khada nahi rehta.”
Woh meri kamar par baithi. Mera lund uski chut mein dubara ghusa, is baar usne khud speed li. Uski aankhen band nahi thin. Woh tasveer ki taraf ek nazar karti, phir mujhe dekhti, jaise hisaab milati ho.
Maine uski chhatiyan pakdi. Uski nipples meri ungliyon ke beech the. Pallavi jhukii, mere munh ko chuma, phir seedhi hui, kamar ghumai. Andar se awaaz aati thi, gili, dabi hui. Uski chut mera lund ko nichodti, chhodti, phir nichodti.
“Tumhari kitaab mein itna paseena nahi hota,” maine kaha.
Pallavi hansii, woh hansii tooti hui thi. “Isliye kitaab band karo. Mujhe chodo.”
Maine kamar uthai, neeche se dhakke diye. Pallavi ka wazan meri thighs par tha. uske baal mere chehre par girne lage. Maine unhe kaan ke peeche kiya, uska munh phir se chuma. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.
Thodi der baad usne meri seene se utar kar bagal kiya. “Pair kholo. Mujhe pet ke bal nahi, bagal se chahiye. Tasveer mein jo nahi hai woh bhi karna hai.”
Hum bagal mein lie. Maine peeche se nahi, samne se uski ek taang uthai. Lund uski chut mein schleek se ghusa. Pallavi ne mera haath apni chut ke upar rakh diya, clitoris par. Maine gol gol malish ki, jab main usko choda. Uski awaaz ab dabi nahi rahi, ek lamha khuli nikal gayi, phir usne munh meri bazu par daba liya.
Deewar ki tasveer ab humse upar thi, hum uske hisaab ke bahar nikal chuke the. Kama sutra ka naam ab bhi kamre mein tha, magar asan toot chuka tha. Pallavi ki ungliyan mere baal mein thin, meri ungliyan uski geeli chut par.
Usne kaha, “Tez. Ab hisaab mat karo.”
Maine tez choda. Sofa ki dibiya khisak gayi. Dari ke neeche fars thanda tha, hamari chamdi garam. Pallavi ki chut bar bar kas ti nahi, kasti thi, ek rhythm mein. Mera lund uske andar phoolta gaya. Usne apna munh meri gardan par rakh kar daant se nahi, honth se dabaya.
“Main girne wali hoon,” usne pheeki awaaz mein kaha, aur uski taangein meri kamar ke peeche jakad gayin. Maine uski clitoris par ungli nahi hatayi. Pallavi ki body ki tarah uski awaaz bhi kaampii. Uski chut ne mera lund ko itna kasaa ki main ruk na saka.
Maine bahar nikalne ki koshish ki, magar Pallavi ne kamar se pakad liya. “Andar. Abhi.” Main uske andar hi gir gaya, dhakke thartharate hue. Pallavi ki ungliyan meri peeth par fail gayin, phir dheeli pad gayin. Hum dono dari par let gaye, kapde idhar udhar, tasveer ab bhi tedhi.
Pallavi ki saans meri chhati par pad rahi thi. Maine uske baal hataye. Uski aankhen band thin, magar munh par halki si muskaan thi, thakii hui. Kamre mein tel aur paseene ki milii hui smell thi. Khidki se ab bhi wohi garam hawa aa rahi thi.
Maine uski kamar par haath rakha, is baar bina asan ke. Pallavi ne haath nahi hataya. Hum akele the, door band tha pehle se, lock ki koi nayi kathinai nahi ki thi. Sirf do log, ek tedhi tasveer, aur woh sawal jo usne shuru mein poocha tha.
“Ab samajh aaya?” usne aankh khole bagair kaha.
“Haan,” maine kaha. “Naam lene se alag hai.”
Pallavi ki fingers meri chhati ke baal mein uljhin. “Kal jo bhi workshop mein yeh print dekhega, use nahi pata chalega ki angle humne apne hisaab se theek kiya.”
Maine hans diya. Uski baat mein workshop ka darr nahi tha, sirf thakaa hua mazaak tha. Humari thighs ab bhi chipki thin. Mera lund dheela ho raha tha, uski chut se nikalte hue ek geeli lakeer reh gayi. Pallavi ne kapde ki patti se nahi ponchha, mere pet par hi haath pher diya, jaise hisaab band kar rahi ho.
Neeche se Tripathi ki dant pad gayi
Tabhi neeche se jhaadu ki dandi chhat se takrai. Awaaz sukhi lakdi jaisi thi. “Pallavi beta, upar kya gir raha hai? Bacche so rahe hain, thoda shor kam karo!”
Pallavi ki aankhen khul gayin. Tripathi ki awaaz seedha neeche wale ghar se aa rahi thi, jaise fars hi speaker ho. Hum dono ek pal ke liye pathhar ho gaye. Uski saans meri gardan par atak gayi.
Pallavi ne meri chhati se sar uthaya. “Haan auntie, ek frame lag raha tha, gir gaya tha, ab theek hai!” Uski awaaz itni saaf thi ki mujhe hairani hui. Neeche se ek aur dandi padi. “Theek se lagana, kal main upar kheer leke aati hoon, tab dikhana.”
Pallavi ne meri jeans meri taraf thel di. “Kapde pehno. Woh sach mein seedhi aati hai, seedhi.” Maine jeans khinchi, chain lagayi. T-shirt ulti pakad kar pehni. Pallavi ne kurta sir ke upar daala, palazzo ek taang se, phir doosri se. Uski chhatiyan kapde ke neeche ab bhi nangi si uth rahi thin, magar kamra jaldi ordinary lagane laga.
Tasveer deewar par waisi ki waisi tedhi atki rahi. Pallavi ne use seedha nahi kiya. Usne mera haath pakad kar kitchen wali chhoti seedi ki taraf dhakela, jahan se peeche gali nikalti thi. “Abhi nikal. Agar woh seedhi chadhi to sawal sirf frame ke nahi honge.”
Main seedi se utra. Gali mein dhool thi, dopahar dhal rahi thi. Upar khidki se Pallavi ka chehra ek pal dikha, usne curtain ki kone se ishara kiya, phir chhupa liya. Neeche se Tripathi ke ghar ka darwaza khulne ki awaaz aayi, kheer ki nahi, sirf chain ki. Main gali ke mor se mud gaya, kama sutra wali joadi ab bhi uski deewar par tedhi latki hui thi.