Nandini ne gulaabi rang ka dabba meri taraf dhakka diya aur boli, “Yeh wala khali hai, tumne subah kaha tha.”
Maine dhakkan khola to andar powder kinaara tak bhara pada tha. Hall ke is chhote store mein Holi ke packets ki lambi line thi, aur hum dono ko mohalla committee ne inhe rang ke hisaab se alag karne ko kaha tha.
Jaipur ki is garmi mein Bharat ka yeh tyohar pehle se garam lag raha tha. Store ki khidki se gali ki awaaz aa rahi thi, rickshaw, cycle, kisi ke radio par bhajan.
Nandini maroon kurti mein khadi thi, black churidar tight thi, dupatta kandhe se phisalta reh raha tha. Maine safed shirt isliye pehni thi kyunki kaam ke baad mujhe chacha ki dukaan par naya stock uthana tha.
Deewar ki clock gyarah baj kar das dikha rahi thi. Packets ke beech meri nazar uski kamar par atak gayi thi, isliye maine socha bina dekhe bol doon ki gulaabi khatam ho gaya.
Nandini ne meri taraf dekha. “Tum jhoot kyun bole, Kabir? Yeh dabba khali nahi hai. Tumhare haath ruke hue hain aur nazar meri kurti par hai. Seedha batao, kaam se man nahi lag raha kya?”
Maine dabba crate par rakh diya. “Man lag raha hai, bas galat jagah. Main packets nahi, tumhe dekh raha tha.”
Woh hans di, lekin awaaz mein gussa kam aur garmi zyada thi. “Itne din se saath kaam karte ho, aaj dil aaya?”
“Aaj nahi. Aaj bas pakda gaya.”
Nandini do kadam aage aayi. Uski aankhen meri shirt ke pehle button par ruki. “Agar tum bhi chahte ho to yahin, abhi. Warna yeh dabba wapas rakh do aur counting khatam karo.”
Maine sir hilaya. “Haan.”
Uske seedhe sawal ke baad
Uska haath meri shirt par aaya, button khula, phir doosra. Store ki hawa garam thi, powder ki mahak tez thi, aur uske baal mere honth tak aa gaye.
Maine uske honth chume. Woh munh khol kar jawab di, jeebh se, bina koi natak kiye. Dupatta neeche gir gaya crate ke peeche.
Kurti ke neeche uski bra maroon nahi, saadi cream thi. Maine kinara upar kiya, uske stane haath mein liye, nibble kiya to uski saans meri gardan par garam ho gayi.
“Ahista, darwaza peeche se band hai lekin awaaz nikalti hai,” usne kaha, phir khud hi meri jeans ka button khol diya.
Main jeans ke saath underwear bhi neeche sarka kar ek pal ruk gaya. Mera lund uski pet ke neeche tak laga, garam, tight. Nandini ne apna ek haath neeche bheja, muhje pakda, dheere se ragda.
Churidar uski thighs par atka. Maine use kheench kar neeche utara, panty ke saath. Woh crate ke dhakkan par let gayi, pair khol kar, uski chut geeli chamak rahi thi gulaabi powder ke dhundhle ujaale mein.
Maine jeebh se chuma, pehle fold, phir andar. Uski ungliyon mere baal pakad liye. “Wahan, haan, wahi.” Short awaaz thi, committee wali nahi, sirf meri.
Hindustan ke is shehar Jaipur mein log sochte hain tyohar sirf galiyon mein hota hai. Us pal store ke andekhe kone ne woh soch tod di. Meri jeebh uski chut par thi, uski thighs mere kandhon ko daba rahi thi.
Woh kamar uthati rahi, main rukta nahi tha. Ek ungli andar gayi, phir doosri, geela pan meri kalai tak aa gaya. Nandini ne meri shirt ka palla pakad kar kheencha. “Ab andar. Der mat kar.”
Jeans ki pocket se condom nikal kar maine cover khola, lund par chadhaaya, base tak. Uski aankhen dekh rahi thi, na sharm se, na jaldbaazi ke natak se.
Maine uski thighs kholi, lund uski chut ke muh par rakha, dheere dhakka diya. Woh geeli thi, phir bhi pehla inch tight laga. Doosra dhakka poora gaya. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.
Crate ki lakdi khadkhadai. Maine uski kamar pakdi, usne mere kandhon ko. Beech ki taqriban har harkat par uski chut ne pakad liya, chhoda, phir pakad liya.
“Tez nahi, gehra,” usne kaha. Maine taalu maana. Har dhakka andar tak, nikalte waqt uski clit par pet ragadta raha. Gulaabi powder uski kalai se meri safed shirt par chhuta, ek dhabba, phir doosra.
Kabhi uski awaaz meri shirt mein dub jaati, kabhi mera naam todo jaise nikalta. Main uske stane munh mein liye rehta, daant nahi, honth. Uski body ki garmi store ki garmi se alag thi, chipchipi, apni.
Position badli to mechanical nahi lagi. Woh khadi hui, haath shelf ki patti par, pair thode khule. Maine peeche se dakhil kiya, ek haath uski chut ke upar, angutha clit par. Uski kamar meri taraf dhakne lagi.
Powder ke dabbe hil gaye, ek halka sa girne ko hua, maine kani se rok liya. Hasna aaya dono ko, phir hasi toot gayi jab usne peeche se mera lund aur andar kheench liya.
“Aur, bas wahi rakh,” usne kaha. Maine rakh liya. Dhakke chhote, tez, uski gaand meri pet se takrati. Uski chut soonghne lagi, pakadne lagi, paani sa behne laga meri ungliyon par nahi, condom ke kinare par.
Main thakne nahi de raha tha khud ko. Uski aankhen band thi, honth khule. Ek pal usne peeche haath bhej kar meri thighs dabaayi. “Ab nahi rukna.”
Maine nahi ruka. Gehra dhakka, phir usse tez. Shelf ki patti uske haath se chhuti, usne crate ka kona pakad liya. Uski saans tuti, body kas ti nahi, kasti hui ek lehar mein aa gayi, chut ne itna kasaa ki mere pairon taley zameen nahi rahi.
Uske baad meri bhi ruki nahi. Do dhakke, teen, condom ke andar garmi faili, main uski kamar se chipka raha jab tak lund dhadakna kam na ho.
Dheere nikaala. Condom baandh kar kachre ki thaili mein daala jo rang ke khali packets ke paas rakhi thi. Nandini crate par baithi rahi, pair ab bhi khule, saans sambhalti.
Maine uski thighs par halki si geel ponchhi apni shirt ke pallu se, galti se. Gulaabi aur meri safed kapde mil kar ek gadha dhabba ban gaya. Tab bhi nazar us dhabbe par nahi gayi.
Woh uth kar panty aur churidar pehenne lagi. Kurti sir ke upar se utari hui thi, ab wapas aayi, button galat ched mein gaya, usne khud theek kiya. Dupatta crate ke peeche se uthaya, jhatka dekar kandhe par daala.
Main underwear aur jeans khinch raha tha. Belt ka kaanta pehle miss hua, doosri baar lagaa. Shirt ke button upar se bandhe, neeche ek khula reh gaya.
Nandini ne gulaabi dabba wapas line mein lagaya, is baar sahi jagah, bhari hui tarah. “Ab counting sach mach hogi,” usne kaha, awaaz seedhi.
Maine sirf itna kaha, “Haan.” Phir meri nazar apni sleeve par gayi.
Bahar se cycle ki ghanti
Safed shirt ke collar aur bayi sleeve par gulaabi rang gehra chipka tha, paani se bhi turant nahi utarne wala. Chacha ki dukaan par aaj naya stock uthana tha, aur unke saamne aisi shirt le kar jaana matlab seedha sawal khana.
Nandini ne bhi dekh liya. “Yeh nahi chhupega jaldi.”
Clock ab bhi gyarah das hi dikha rahi thi, lekin gali se cycle ki ghanti bajayi gayi, kareeb. Committee wali der se aati, caretaker roz isi time aas paas ghumta.
Maine extra kurta nahi rakha tha. Packets adhoore the. Phir bhi pehla kaam shirt ka ho gaya tha.
Bina aur baat kiye main store ke darwaze ki taraf badha, shirt ke button kholte hue, sleeve ko bahar ki nali ke paani par le jaane ke liye. Nandini packets ke paas ruki, dabba haath mein, meri taraf nahi boli.
Aangan ke tap ke neeche main ruka, collar geela kiya, rang aur zyada faila, phir bhi rub kiya. Chacha ki dukaan aaj nahi ho paayi. Abhi nali ka paani aur yeh dhabba hi saamne tha.