Roshni sil-batta par haldi pees rahi thi, aur uski ungliyan itni tez chal rahi thi ki mujhe yakeen nahi aaya. Subah usne kaha tha ki sir dard hai, is liye aaj ke saath wale kaam se wo nikalna chahti hai. Hum do adult auratein is kitchen mein akele khadi thi, meri girlfriend aur main, aur uska yeh josh uski apni baat se takra raha tha.
Bharat ki yeh garm dupahar khidki se andar ghus rahi thi. Haldi ki leep si khushbu counter par faili thi. Maine uska t-shirt dekha, jo andar se bahar tha, aur wahi meri purani college wali maroon shirt thi.
Maine seedha poocha, “Sir dard hai to yeh bhari sil kyun uthaya? Aur meri shirt kyun pehni hai, woh bhi ulti?”
Peesna ruk gaya. Roshni ki aankhen meri taraf uthin, phir sil-batta ki geeli peeli leyi par girin. Uske kandhon ne ek chhota sa jhatka liya, jaise koi jhoot haath mein pakda gaya ho.
“Sir dard tha,” usne kaha, lekin awaaz patli nikli. “Phir bhi main so nahi payi. Tumhara phone kal raat maa ke naam se itni der laga, main samajhi tum ghar walon ke darr se mujhse door ho rahi ho. Is liye aaj kitchen aa gayi. Kaam bahana tha.”
Maine mixer ki jagah sil-batta is liye nikala tha ki shor kam ho, soch rahi thi Roshni kamre mein leti hogi. Woh yahan thi, meri shirt mein, bina bra ke, aur uski nipples kapde se saaf dikh rahi thi. Hum lesbian couple hain, yeh chhota sa ghar hum dono ka hai, phir bhi kal wali baat beech mein atak gayi thi.
“Maa shaadi ke rishte ki baat kar rahi thi,” maine kaha. “Maine mana kiya. Tumhe ignore nahi kiya.”
Roshni ka haath mere kamar tak aaya, ruk gaya, phir meri tank top ki patti ko halke se kheench kar chhod diya. “To ab bhi mana hai? Kitchen se nikalne ko bologi?”
Maine sir hilaya, nahi ke matlab se nahi, rahne ke matlab se. Uske honth mere honthon par aa gaye, namak aur haldi ki geeli khushbu ke saath. Yeh pehli baar nahi tha, lekin is dupahar ka kiss itna bhookha tha ki meri tangen counter se chipak gayin.
Peesne ke dauran uska jhoot pakda gaya
Usne meri lower lip ko daanton se dabaaya. Main uski maroon shirt ke hem ko upar kheenchti rahi, jab tak uski chhati nangi nahi ho gayi. Roshni ki skin garm thi, thodi si paseene se chipchipi, aur maine apna muh uske left nipple par rakh diya.
“Haan,” usne saans ke beech kaha. “Yahi chahiye tha.”
Itna kaafi tha. Main uski chhati ko choosti rahi, doosre nipple ko ungliyon se malte hue. Roshni ki kamar meri taraf dhal gayi. Palazzo ki cord uske pet par dhili pad chuki thi. Kitchen ki tiling thandi thi, lekin hum dono ki skin us thand ko kha rahi thi.
Khidki ke bahar Coimbatore ke is purane building ki gali se rickshaw ki ghanti bhi nahi aa rahi thi. Hindustan ki aisi Sunday dupahrein aksar ghar ke andar hi ruk jaati hain. Maine socha kisi ko abhi hamari zaroorat nahi, phir Roshni ki thighs meri tangon ke beech aa gayin aur soch tut gayi.
Usne meri grey shorts ka button khola. Meri palm uski kamar ke peeche gayi, palazzo ko neeche dhakela. Kapda uski ankles tak atak gaya. Main jhuki, usko pairon se nikalne mein madad ki, aur wapas uthte hue uski chut par muh rakh diya, kapdon ke upar se nahi, seedha nangi skin par.
Roshni ki ungliyan mere baal mein ghus gayin. “Ishita, yahan… sink ke paas…”
Main uski baat kaat te hue uski chut ki siwani ko jeebh se phelaati rahi. Woh pehle se geeli thi. Sir dard wala jhoot ab uski thighs ki kampan mein nahi bacha tha. Maine uski clit ko honthon ke beech dabaya, phir chhod kar neeche ki slit tak chatne lagi.
Counter ki kinare uski kamar ko sambhale hue thi. Haldi wala sil-batta ab bhi geela pada tha, ek taraf dhakka kha kar. Roshni ki ek pair meri shoulder par chadh gaya. Main uski chut ko aur kholti rahi, do ungliyan andar liye bina, pehle sirf muh se, taaki uski awaaz kitchen ke tiles par tik sake.
Woh mera naam ko tod kar bolti thi. Kabhi bas saans. Kabhi “aur neeche.” Maine uski request maani, jeebh ko uski chut ke andar dhakela, naak uski clit se ragadti rahi. Uski thighs meri kanpati ko daba rahi thi, phir dhili pad jaati thi, phir phir se kas jaati thi.
Jab uski kampan tez hui, maine apni ungli uski chut mein daali, sirf ek, phir doosri. Andar garm, tight, aur itna geela ki meri kalai tak trickle aa gayi. Roshni ne meri tank top ko sir ke upar se kheenchne ki koshish ki, lekin angle galat tha. Main khud uth khadi hui, top nikal kar floor par phenka, shorts bhi, phir underwear ko pair se latka diya.
Ab hum dono kitchen ki dhoop mein nangi thi. Roshni ki aankhen meri chhati par rukin, phir meri pet ki line par, phir meri chut par. Usne mujhe sink ke bagal wale khali counter ki taraf ghumaaya. Meri kamar patli patti se lagi, thandi steel se meri skin jhatki, aur uske muh ne meri nipples ko ek ke baad ek liya.
Main uske baal ko mutthi mein bandhe hue thi. Uski jeebh neeche utarti gayi, meri nabhi par ruk kar, phir meri chut par aa kari. Pehla choos itna tez tha ki meri aankhen band ho gayin. Dusra lambe time tak raha. Roshni jaanti thi main kahan kamzor padti hoon. Usne meri clit ko gol gol ghumaaya, do ungliyan meri chut mein dheere dhakelteen rahi.
“Aur andar,” meri awaaz meri nahi lagi. “Roshni, yahi…”
Usne meri baat suni. Ungliyan gehri gayin, muh nahi hata. Meri tang uske kandhe par chadh gayi. Kitchen ka pankha upar se ghoom raha tha, lekin hawa kam thi. Meri saans lambi nikal rahi thi, phir tut rahi thi. Jab orgasm aaya to main sil-batta ki taraf haath badha kar sambhli, taaki gir na jaun. Haldi meri kalai par lag gayi, peela daag, aur Roshni ne woh daag chaat liya jaise woh bhi meri body ka hissa ho.
Hum dono ne ek dusre ko chaha
Floor par ek purana cotton dari pada tha, bartan ponchhne wala nahi, woh mota sa tukda jo hum subah sabzi ke liye bichhate hain. Roshni mujhe us dari par khinch kar let gayi, khud meri thighs ke beech aa kari. Humari chutek ek dusre se lagi. Uski geeli skin meri geeli skin par ragad khaane lagi.
Yeh checklist nahi tha. Kabhi meri clit uski clit se takrati, kabhi uski tang meri kamar ko pakad leti, kabhi main upar aa kar uski chhati ko dabaati. Roshni ke muh se chhoti si hansi nikli, phir woh hansi moan mein badal gayi. Maine uska haath apni chut par rakh diya, usne apna haath meri ungliyon ke saath andar ghusa diya, dono ke knuckles ek dusre se takra rahe the.
“Itna tez mat,” usne ek pal kaha, phir khud hi meri kalai ko aur andar dhakel diya. “Ab… ab theek hai.”
Maine uski gaand ke neeche haath phera, sirf dabane ke liye, ghusne ke liye nahi. Uski kamar uth kar meri chut se aur chipak gayi. Dari ke neeche tiling ki thandak meri peeth ko chhu rahi thi. Upar se Roshni ki chhati meri chhati par ghis rahi thi. Hum dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.
Phir maine usko neeche kiya, khud upar aa gayi, aur uski chut par baith kar aage peeche hili. Meri geelapan uski pet par chamak raha tha. Roshni ki ungliyan meri gaand ko pakde hue thi, meri rhythm ko sambhalte hue. Main uski aankhon mein dekhti rahi. Uski aankhen geeli thi, lekin rone wali nahi, bhar jaane wali.
Kal raat maa ne kaha tha ki ladkiyon ka ghar akele nahi hota. Aaj meri girlfriend meri tangon ke beech thi, meri chut uski chut se ragad kha rahi thi, aur ghar bilkul humara lag raha tha. Maine uski clit ko apne do ungliyon ke beech dabaaya jab main hil rahi thi. Roshni ka muh khula raha, awaaz bina shabd ke nikalti rahi.
Usne mujhe neeche kheench kar apne muh tak laya. Kiss mein meri chut ka taste tha, uski bhi. Haldi bhi thi, halki si. Maine uski jeebh ko choosa. Roshni ne meri chhati ko dono hathon se dabaya, nipples ko ungliyon se ghumana shuru kiya, jaise sil-batta par masala pees rahi ho. Mera sar peeche gaya. Meri kamar uski pet se lipat gayi.
Doosri lahar meri tangon se uthi. Main uski thighs ko apni thighs se kas kar baithi rahi, hilna kam kiya, sirf dabaao badhaya. Roshni bhi kampne lagi. Uski chut meri chut ke against pulse karti rahi. Ek pal ke liye kitchen mein sirf pankha aur hamari saans bachi.
Jab dono thodi dhili padin, main uske bagal mein dari par let gayi. Roshni ki baah meri chhati par thi. Meri kalai par ab bhi peela daag tha. Usne woh daag phir se chuma, phir meri ungliyon ko apne muh mein le kar saaf kiya, dheere, jaise koi jaldi nahi ho.
“Sir dard?” maine halke se poocha.
Woh hans di. “Ab nahi. Tumhari jeebh ne nikaal diya.”
Main uski chut par phir se haath le gayi, is baar bina jaldi ke. Do ungliyan andar, angutha clit par. Roshni ki taangein khul gayin. Usne meri wrist ko guide kiya, kab tez, kab gol. Maine uski baat maani. Kitchen ki khushbu ab sirf haldi nahi thi, hum dono ki skin ki bhi thi.
Usne meri chut ko bhi nahi chhoda. Side se leti hui, uski muh meri thighs ke beech aa gaya, jeebh ne meri clit ko pakad liya jab meri ungliyan uske andar kaam kar rahi thi. Yeh folding tha, do auraton ka, ek dari par, sink ke neeche. Meri kamar uth rahi thi, uski kamar meri hathon ke against dhal rahi thi.
Roshni pehle pohnchi. Uski chut meri ungliyon ko kas gayi, uski heels dari ko khenchti rahi. Maine hataaya nahi, uske khatam hone tak dabaaye rakha. Phir uski jeebh tez hui, meri clit ko chhoti chhoti flicks mili, aur meri doosri lahar uske muh par toot gayi. Main uske baal ko zyada kas ke pakad baithi, phir jaan boojh kar dhila kiya.
Paseena ponchhne ko koi towel paas nahi tha. Maine apni tank top se uski thighs ka geela saaf kiya, phir apni. Roshni ne meri top ko dekh kar nakhrila chehra banaya, lekin top wahi pada raha. Hum ab bhi nangi thi, lekin saans ab lambi aur seedhi thi.
Usne meri kamar par sar rakh diya. “Kal wali call ke baad main soch rahi thi tum Mumbai chali jaogi, koi rishta dekhne.”
“Mumbai nahi,” maine kaha. “Yahi hoon. Tumhare saath. Shirt wapas dena, lekin abhi nahi.”
Roshni ki ungli meri nabhi ke aas paas ghoom rahi thi, bina uttejana ke, bas yeh jaanne ke liye ki main yahi hoon. Maine uske kandhe ko chuma. Uski skin par meri lipstick ka halka daag nahi tha, kyunki aaj lipstick thi hi nahi, sirf honth the.
Darwaze par koi dastak hui
Pehli dastak itni halki thi ki maine pankha samjha. Doosri tez thi. “Beti, Ishita? Ek chammach haldi dena, daal phatne wali hai!”
Neeche wali Kamla aunty ki awaaz thi, gate ke paas se nahi, seedha hamare kitchen wale darwaze se. Roshni palazzo ki taraf lutkati hui gayi, pair galat hole mein daal baithi, phir theek kiya. Maine grey shorts kheenchi, tank top ulta pehen liya, phir seedha kiya. Maroon shirt Roshni ne jaldbazi mein wahi ulti pehen li.
Sil-batta ab bhi geela tha. Maine ek chhoti katori mein peesi hui haldi uthayi, darwaza sirf itna khola ki katori nikal jaye. Kamla aunty ki nazrein meri bikhri zulfon par rukin, phir meri gardan par, jahan Roshni ka daant ka halka nishan tha.
“Itni dupahar kitchen mein?” unhone poocha.
“Masala pees rahi thi,” maine kaha, katori aage karte hue. “Lo, yeh taaza hai.”
Unhone katori li, nak se halki si sans li, jaise daal ke alawa kuch aur bhi soongh rahi hon, phir seedhi neeche utar gayin. Maine darwaza band kiya. Peechhe Roshni apna palazzo ki cord kas rahi thi, honth dabaye, aankhon mein woh hansi jo ab aunty ke jaane ke baad nikalni thi.
Haldi ka peela meri kalai par ab bhi tha. Roshni ne woh kalai pakad kar sink par pani chhod diya, meri skin se daag ragadte hue, bina yeh kahe ki kal kya hoga. Kitchen mein sil-batta wahi pada tha, kaam adhoora, aur hum do auratein kapdon ke andar ab bhi garm thi, lekin darwaze ke us paar Sunday ki daal phatne se bach gayi thi.