Bag ke zip par meri ungli atak gayi jab Ishita ne coat uthaya aur darwaze ki taraf ek kadam badhaya. Amritsar ki shaam window se andar aa rahi thi, gurdwara ki door ki roshni neela kapda chamka rahi thi, aur uske kandhon par wo black sweater latak raha tha jo woh Delhi train ke liye pehenti hai.
“Ticket confirm hai,” maine kaha, awaaz ko halka rakhte hue. “Platform pe der ho jayegi.”
Woh ruk gayi. Coat uske haath mein jhoola. “Ticket confirm nahi hai, Naina. Maine khud late kiya.”
Woh admission kamre ko chhota kar gaya. Main uske saamne khadi thi, twenty-eight saal ki, usi sweater wali aurat ke saamne jo meri girlfriend thi, meri lesbian lover, do saal se isi flat mein. Bharat ke is Punjab shehar mein log humein cousins samajhte the. Asal mein hum do auratein thin jo ek doosre ko chahati thin.
“Kyun?” maine poocha.
Ishita ne coat sofa par phenka. “Kyunki main jaana nahi chahti thi. Office wale meeting ka bahana tha. Sach yeh hai ki main teri chut yaad karke ticket shift karti rahi.”
Uske muh se nikalte hi meri saans atak gayi. Main jaane wali thi usko station drop karne. Ab uski baat ne wo plan tod diya.
Bag Bandhne Se Pehle
Maine zip chhod di. “Toh tu ja nahi rahi?”
“Abhi nahi,” usne kaha, aur meri taraf aayi. Uske baal kaale the, kandhon tak. Usne mera chehra pakda. “Agar tu nahi chahegi toh main coat wapas le lungi.”
Maine uska muh chuma. Woh jawab tha. Usne meri honthon ko kaata, halke se, phir gehra. Do lesbian auraton ka pehla dhakka usi kiss mein tha. Meri shirt ke button uski ungliyon ne khole, ek ek karke, bina jaldi ke bhi tez.
“Yahan,” maine kaha, aur usko bed ki taraf khincha. Flat chhota tha, ek hi bada kamra, kitchen alcove, bathroom. Bahar Amritsar ki gali mein rickshaw ki ghanti baj rahi thi. Andar sirf hamari saansein thin.
Ishita ne meri bra kholi. Meri chhati uske haath mein aa gayi. Usne nipple ko muh mein liya, jeebh ghumayi, aur meri kamar pakdi. Main uski sweater upar kheenchti rahi jab tak uski bhi chhati meri hatheliyon ke neeche nahi aa gayi. Hum dono adult thin, tees ke kareeb woh, main usse do saal chhoti, aur yeh India ke is shehar mein hamara chhupa ghar tha.
Usne meri jeans ka button khola. “Bol, rukun?”
“Mat ruk,” maine kaha, aur uska haath apni panty ke andar le gayi. Uski ungli meri geeli chut par padi. Main kaanp gayi.
Woh muskuraayi, woh teekhi si smile jo meeting ke baad aati thi. “Itni geeli sirf isliye ki maine ticket late ki?”
“Isliye ki tu jaane wali thi,” maine kaha. “Aur ab nahi ja rahi.”
Usne mujhe bed par litaya. Jeans neeche utari, panty ke saath. Meri tangen khul gayin. Ishita ghutnon ke bal jhuki aur meri chut par muh rakh diya. Uski jeebh slit ke beech se upar gayi, clit par ruki, ghumi. Maine uske baal pakde. Kamre ki fan dheere chal rahi thi, lekin meri twacha garam thi.
Woh chat’ti rahi, do ungliyan andar daalti hui, dheere, phir tez. Main uski aankhen dekhna chahti thi lekin woh neeche thi, kaam mein. Meri kamar uth’ti thi uske muh ke khilaaf. “Ishita…”
Usne jeebh nahi hatayi, sirf aur dabaya. Meri pehli orgasm usi pose mein aayi, tangen uske kandhon par kasti hui, awaaz dabi hui kyunki window khuli thi aur neeche chai ki dukaan thi.
Woh Baat Jo Ticket Se Badi Thi
Jab main dheeli padi, usne apni jeans utari. Uski chut ke baal chhote trim the. Maine usko upar khincha, palat diya, aur khud neeche gayi. Uski smell meri thi, thodi alag, thodi namak. Maine uski chut chaati jaise woh meri chaatti hai, bina sharm ke, lesbian sex ki wahi seedhi bhookh.
“Naina, dheere,” usne kaha, phir khud meri sar ko aur dabaya. Uski ungliyan mere baalon mein thin. Main uski clit ko honthon se dabaati rahi, do ungliyan uski chut mein, uski geelapan meri kalaai tak.
Woh meri tarah chup nahi rahi. Uski awaaz khuli thi. “Wahan… haan… aur andar.”
Maine teesri ungli nahi daali, do hi se uski deewar dhoondhi. Jab uski kamar kampe, maine jeebh tez ki. Woh aa gayi, meri zubaan par, meri ungliyon ko kas’ti hui. Uske aftershock mein usne meri kalai pakdi aur nahi chhodi.
Phir hum side ho gayin. Usne mera ek pair uthaya, apni chut meri chut se sataayi, grind kiya. Do auraton ka yeh ragadna bed ko aawaz de raha tha. Mattress ke neeche purana wood chilla raha tha. Maine uski chhati kaati, usne meri gardan. Paseena sweater ke neeche se nikal kar sheets par gir raha tha.
“Haath de,” usne kaha. Maine diya. Usne meri ungliyan apni chut par rakhin, apni meri par. Hum ek doosre ko chod rahe the ungliyon se, rhythm milate hue, kabhi miss karke hans’te hue, phir wapas milate hue.
Main uski aankhen dekh rahi thi. Uski aankhen geeli thin, lekin rone se nahi. “Main sochti thi tu gussa hogi ticket ke jhoot pe.”
“Gussa baad mein,” maine kaha, aur uski clit par circular pressure diya. Woh muh khol kar saans leti rahi. Meri bhi doosri orgasm usi pressure ke saath aayi, uski ungli meri chut ke andar tedi ho kar.
Hum ruke nahi. Ishita ne drawer se wo chhota purple toy nikala jo humne pichhli Diwali ke baad kharida tha, sirf hamare liye. Usne lube nahi maangi, dono itni geeli thin. Usne toy meri chut mein dheere dhaka, phir khud uske doosre end ko apni chut mein liya. Hum connected ho gayin, pet se pet, saansein milti hui.
Har dhakka dono ko milta tha. Main uski kamar pakad kar khinchtin, woh meri. Yeh koi film wala slow dance nahi tha. Yeh gandi, geeli, saaf sex thi do auraton ke beech, jismein na mard tha na bahana.
“Aur tez,” maine kaha.
Usne tez kiya. Toy ke beech ka hissa hamari clits ko ragad raha tha. Meri awaaz toot gayi. Usne meri honth daba kar chuma taaki main chillahun nahi. Bahar koi langar ki line nahi thi is gali mein, lekin padosan sun leti.
Jab hum dono ek saath kareeb aaye, usne toy ko andar hi rakha aur sirf hips se mara. Meri chut ne usko kas liya, uski ne mujhe. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Orgasm ke baad toy nikalte hue ek geeli awaaz aayi, jo sun kar dono hans pade, thaki hui, nangi.
Main uske bagal mein leti rahi. Uska haath meri pet par tha. Kamre mein ab sirf fan aur door ki clock thi.
Subah Ki Ticket Ab Nahi
Ishita ne apna phone uthaya, shayad time dekhne. Screen jal uthi. Maine uski wrist se phone nahi chheena, lekin uski aankhen padh liin.
Uska boss ka message tha. Meeting cancel. Kal ki train ki zaroorat hi nahi. Saath mein ek aur line: office ne uska transfer letter bhej diya tha, Chandigarh nahi, yahin Amritsar branch mein permanent. Woh message subah se pada tha. Usne chhupaya tha.
“Tu ja hi nahi rahi thi,” maine kaha, seedha.
Woh phone palat kar rakh di. “Meeting cancel subah ho gayi thi. Transfer bhi. Main sirf yeh dekhna chahti thi ki tu mujhe rokegi ya nahi. Ticket wala jhoot aadha sach tha. Aadha yeh ki main dar rahi thi tu khush hogi meri jaane se.”
Yeh reversal chhota tha, lekin tez. Maine bed se uth kar apni shirt uthayi, lekin pehni nahi. “Toh tu yahin hai. Permanent.”
“Haan.”
Maine bag uthaya jo ab bhi adhkhula tha, uske kapde bahar nikaale, aur usko almirah mein fenk diye. “Phir yeh bag bandhne ki zaroorat nahi.”
Woh bed par baithi rahi, nangi, meri taraf dekhti. Maine pant nahi pehni. Main darwaza ki taraf gayi, lock check kiya jo pehle se laga tha, phir kitchen alcove se paani lene ke bajay uska phone uthaya aur uske haath mein wapas thama.
“Apne boss ko abhi reply kar,” maine kaha. “Likh, main Amritsar mein hi hoon. Kal office aaungi. Aaj nahi.”
Usne type kiya, bheja, phone neeche rakha. Maine apna khud ka bag nahi uthaya jo station drop ke liye ready tha. Uske bajay maine uski jeans uthayi aur window ke paas rakh di, taaki subah tak koi bhi jaane ka natak na kare.
Main wapas bed par nahi gayi turant. Main bathroom gayi, paani chehre par maara, aur wapas aayi toh usne sheet odh li thi. Maine sheet khinchi.
“Abhi so nahi,” maine kaha. “Pehle yeh bata, transfer tune kab accept kiya.”
“Teen din pehle,” usne kaha. “Maine tujhe nahi bataya kyunki main sochti thi tu bolegi ki hum logon ke saamne aur door ho jayein.”
Maine uska haath pakda aur apni chut par rakha, ab bhi geeli, ab bhi dhadakti. “Door nahi. Abhi nahi. Abhi tu yahin hai, aur main nikalne wali thi tujhe chhodne. Ab main nahi nikal rahi.”
Usne ungli nahi ghusaayi is baar. Sirf rakha. Woh chhota sa haath wahi raha. Bahar gali mein koi pucka raha tha. Andar maine uska coat sofa se uthaya aur hanger par latka diya, jaane wala kapda wapas ghar ka bana diya.
Uske phone ne ek aur buzz diya. Usne dekha, phir screen meri taraf ghumayi. Boss ne like kiya tha uska reply. Koi wapas bulaava nahi. Koi late night call nahi.
Maine light band ki, lekin window khuli chhodi. Amritsar ki hawa andar aayi, thandi. Main uske bagal mein leti, uski kamar par haath rakh kar, aur socha kal subah main usko office nahi, pehle chai dungi, phir poochungi transfer ke papers kahan hain. Abhi ke liye main uthne wali nahi thi, aur uska bag wahi khula pada tha, zip ab meri zimmedari nahi.