“Tu ja raha hai to ja, Ram. Phir aaj raat wapas mat aana.”
Uska haath darwaze ki kundi par atak gaya. Uski grey t-shirt paseene se uske kandhon par chipki thi, jeans ka button abhi khula tha, aur daayan pair ka joota adhura pehna hua tha. Pune ke is chhote 1BHK mein fan tez ghoom raha tha.
Kitchen se jeera aur haldi ki geeli khushboo ab bhi aa rahi thi. Aloo gobhi kadhai mein adhuri padhi thi, kyunki baat ghar walon tak le jaane par atak gayi thi. Maine seedha pooch liya tha, aur usne match ka bahana nikaal diya tha.
“Nidhi, aaj nahi,” usne kaha tha. “Dost cafe mein match dekh rahe hain. Kal baat karte hain.” Ab wahi jumla kamre mein latak raha tha, jaise dhuaan jo nikalta nahi.
Pune, India ke is garm shaam mein gussa bhi paseene ki tarah chipak jata hai. Maine palazzo ki nali theek karte hue kaha, “Kal tumhara favourite din hai. Jo aaj rukna chahiye, use tum hamesha kal par daal dete ho.”
Ram ne lambi saans li. Uski aankhen laal thi, gusse se nahi, uljhan se. “Main bhaag nahi raha. Sirf aaj yeh wazan mat daal.”
“Wazan yeh rishte ki baat hai, khel nahi. Jo pair bahar hai use bahar rakh, jo andar hai use kheench. Beech mein mat jhul.”
Woh kuch second khada raha. Phir bahar wala joota utara, andar wala bhi. Darwaza dheere se band kiya. Kundi nahi lapeti. “Main ruka. Cafe jaake kya karun jab tu yahan aisi baat kar rahi hai.”
Mere pet mein kuch dheela hua. “Rukna hai to poora ruk. Adhure pair, adhuri baatein, dono band.”
Itna kareeb aaya ki uski saans meri gaal par padi. “Poora ruka hoon. Ab tu bhi mujhse door mat khisak.”
Joota utarte hi palat
Maine uski t-shirt ka kora pakda. “Agar tu yahin hai to aaj raat mujhe chahiye. Nahi to wahi joota wapas nikaal.”
Uske honthon par halki hansi aayi. “Chahiye. Tujhe bhi meri taraf aana hoga.”
Pehla chuma jaldi tha, daanton se, jaise baaki jhagda muh ke andar hi khatam karna ho. Uske honth namak se nam the. Mere haath uski jeans ki khuli patti par chale gaye, aur uski ungliyan meri kurti ki peeth ki zip par ruki, phir neeche khisak gayin.
Sofa ke kinare meri kamar ataki. Cotton kurti upar utarti gayi, palazzo ghutnon tak latka. Uski t-shirt maine sir ke upar se kheench li. Chhati se chhati takki, paseena mil gaya. Fan ki hawa thandi nahi thi, sirf geeli thi.
“Yahin,” maine kaha, aur uska haath apne pet se neeche le gayi. Usne meri chut ko kapde ke upar se dabaya, phir panty ke kinare se andar ki ungli ghusayi. Geela pan pehle se tha, jhagde ke baad bhi, shayad usi ke kaaran.
Honth se shuru hua daur
Woh ghutnon ke bal baitha. Meri panty ko tangon se utar kar sofa ke neeche dhakel diya. Uski zubaan pehle pet par ruki, phir meri chut ke upar wale naram maas par. Maine uske baal pakad liye, zor se nahi, bas rasta dikhane ke liye.
“Ahista,” meri awaaz toot kar nikli. Usne ahista nahi kiya, lekin bekabu bhi nahi. Do ungliyan andar, zubaan bahar, aur meri tangen uske kandhon par chadh gayin. Sofa ka gadda neeche dhasa. Kitchen ki kadhai ab bhi khali siski le rahi thi, par koi uthne wala nahi tha.
Meri ungliyon ne uske baal aur kheenche. Woh utha, jeans aur underwear ek saath neeche kiye. Uska lund bhari hui nason ke saath khada tha, sir geela. Maine haath ghumaya, neeche se upar, aur uski saans meri maathhe par toot gayi.
“Let ja,” usne kaha. Main sofa par let gayi, ek taang upar, kurti ab bhi kandhe par atki hui. Usne meri thighs kholi, lund meri chut ke muh par raga, phir dheere andar dhaka. Pehla dhaka gehra nahi tha. Doosra tha.
Usne choda, pehle naap ke, phir usi naap ko todte hue. Meri chut ne uska lund pakda, chhoda, phir aur kheencha. Har dhakke par sofa ki lakdi chhalak si boli. Maine uske kandhon ko dabaaye rakha, naak uski gardan ki garam khal par.
“Aur andar,” maine kaha, aur yeh baat jhagde jaisi nahi nikli, maang jaisi nikli. Usne meri ek taang apni kamar par chadhayi. Konas badla. Lund zyada gahra utar aaya. Meri aankhen band huin, phir khulin, ceiling ke panke ko ginne ke liye nahi, bas thahar ne ke liye.
Beech mein usne nikaala. Main palati, sofa ki peeth pakad kar khadi hui, kamar peeche di. Usne peeche se pakda, ek haath meri chhati par, doosra meri kamar par. Lund phir ghusa, is baar tez. Meri gaand uske pet se takrai. Awaaz dabi nahi rahi.
Pados ke TV ki halka si dhamak deewar se aa rahi thi, par kamra hamara tha. Usne meri chut ko ungli se bhi saath saath chhua, jab lund andar tha. Meri taangein kaanpne lagi. Maine uska naam liya, do baar, teesri baar tuta hua.
Woh nikal kar sofa par baith gaya, saans phooli hui. Maine uske god mein baith kar uska lund apni chut mein utara, khud ke wazan se. Ab speed meri thi. Uski aankhen meri taraf thi, muh khula. Maine uske honth kaate, phir apni chhati uske muh mein di. Usne choosa, daant lagaye, chhoda.
Upar neeche, thoda tedha, jab wo naseeb wala kona milta. Meri chut geeli siski le rahi thi, uska lund us geelapan ko peetat. Fan ki hawa ab bhi garam thi. Bharat ke is shehar ki raat khidki ke bahar scooter aur door ki train si awaazein liye hue thi, lekin kamre ke andar sirf hamari saansein thi.
Uske haath meri gaand par the, meri speed ko sambhalte. Jab main dheemi padi, usne neeche se dhakke diye. Jab tez hui, usne sirf pakad rakha. Meri ungliyan uske seene par khuli, naakhen halki si gadi.
“Ab nahi rukna,” maine kaha, aur is baar baat jhagde ki nahi, badan ki thi. Usne mujhe neeche litaya, khud upar aaya, meri dono thighs apne pet se sata kar choda. Dhakke chhote aur tez. Meri chut simatne lagi. Maine uske peeth ko kheencha, muh uske kandhe par dabaaye rakha.
Woh ruksa nahi. Ek haath neeche meri chut ke upar wale naram hisse par ghumta raha. Main kaampi, phir doosri baar kaampi, aur teesri baar jo aayi woh lambi thi, pet se taangon tak. Uske lund par meri chut ne baar baar dabaya. Usne meri aankhon mein dekha, dhakke aur gehre kiye, phir andar hi simat kar gir gaya, saans tooti hui, kamar akdi hui.
Fan ke neeche geeli raat
Hum dono sofa par dhalte rahe. Uska lund dheere bahar aaya, geela, halka kampata. Meri tangen uski tangon ke upar padhi rahi. Paseena saaf karne ko koi uthne wala nahi tha. Maine uske seene par kaan rakha. Dhadkan ab bhi tez thi, lekin gusse wali nahi.
Adhuri kadhai ki khushboo ab halki pad chuki thi. Darwaza jyon ka tyon band tha, kundi ab bhi khuli. Uska joota pairon ke paas pada tha, jaise faisla wahi giraya ho. Maine uske baal se ek atki hui strand hatayi. Usne meri kamar par haath rakha, bhari, lekin ab dhakka dene wala nahi.
“Rukna sahi tha,” usne halke se kaha. Maine kuch nahi joda. Baat poori nahi hui thi ghar walon wali, par badan wali baat ab khatam ke kareeb thi. Sofa ki chadar geeli patti si ho gayi thi. Meri kurti ab bhi ek kandhe par atki thi, jaise poora kapda utarna bhi adhura raha ho, aur poora pehenna bhi.
Usne apni jeans taangon se upar kheenchne ki koshish ki, phir chhod di. Main palat kar uski chhati par let gayi. Fan ki ek sikki si awaaz thi. Bahar society ke corridor mein koi langda ke jaisa pairon ka shor gaya, phir khatam. Kamra wapas hamara ho gaya.
Thodi der sirf saans thi. Meri aankhen band rahi, lekin neend nahi aayi. Uske haath ki garmi meri peeth par thi. Maine socha tha ki rukne ke baad hum baat karenge, lambi, saaf. Ab muh mein sirf namak tha, aur taangon mein wazan.
Station ka message aa gaya
Table par mera phone kaanpa, ek baar, phir doosri. Screen ki roshni sofa tak aayi. Maine haath badhaya, ab bhi nangi, ab bhi uske bagal mein. Maa ka naam chamka. Message chhota tha: kal subah chhe baje Pune station, auto mat bhejna, tu khud aa.
Main turant uth baithi. Kurti kandhe se utar kar pehni, palazzo taangon mein kheenche, panty sofa ke neeche se nikaali. Ram ne kohn par uth kar dekha. “Kya hua?”
“Maa subah utar rahi hai. Main so nahi sakti, ghar bhi aisa nahi reh sakta. Tujhe abhi nikalna hoga.”
Usne jeans button band kiya, t-shirt sir ke upar se daali, joota pehna. Darwaze par ruk kar meri taraf dekha, kuch kehne ko muh khola, phir band kiya. Main pehle se kitchen ki taraf badh chuki thi, kadhai uthane, bartan savarne, kal subah ke liye jagah banane. Uski footfall seedhiyon par utarti gayi, aur mere haath already thande paani ki tap par the.
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