Pehle katori ke kinare se sukhi mitti khurachne mein dono ke haath takra gaye, phir Komal ne jaldi se apna haath peeche kheench liya. Class khatam ho chuki thi. Masterji rickshaw pakad kar nikal chuke the, aur studio ki badi batti band thi.
Sirf kone wala bulb jal raha tha. Hum dono ne aaj ki plates ek saath dhoni thin, yeh hamara roz ka kaam tha, koi bhaari izhaar nahi. Tap khula. Uske sponge se paani chhalakne laga.
Bharat ke is shehar Jaipur ki shaam bahar abhi bhi garam thi. Andar mitti ki khushbu thi, chak dheere-dheere ruk chuka tha, fan ki pattiyan dhimi thi. Komal ki cotton kurta ke neeche paani ki dhaari baith gayi thi.
Usne subah kaha tha ki aaj jaldi nikalna hai, bhaiya ke ghar khana hai. Phir bhi woh ek hi katori ko teesri baar dho rahi thi. Nazar katori par nahi thi. Nazar mere kalaj par thi, jahan mitti sookh kar phat rahi thi.
Sponge sink par rakh diya. Yeh saaf-safaai ab kaam nahi lag rahi thi. Hindustan ki is garmi mein bhi uske kandhon par halki si tharthar thi, jo paani se zyada kisi aur baat si dikhti thi.
Ek seedha personal sawal
“Tumne kaha tha jaldi nikalna hai,” maine seedha poocha. “Phir yeh katori itni der se kyun dho rahi ho? Mitti khatam ho chuki hai.”
Komal ka tap band hua. Uske gaal garam ho gaye. Untees saal ki aurat thi woh, koi bachchi nahi, aur meri umar chautees thi. Dono samajhdaar the. Phir bhi uski aankhen do pal ke liye bhatki.
“Mitti nahi soch rahi hoon,” usne kaha. “Tumhare haath soch rahi hoon. Class mein jab tum chak par mitti khichte ho, main dekhna band nahi kar pati. Yeh jhoot bolna thak gayi hoon.”
Paani ab bhi uski ungliyon se tapak raha tha. Main kuch der chup raha, kyunki sawal mera tha aur jawab usne itna saaf de diya tha ki bhaagna bhi sasta lagta.
“Toh aaj rickshaw nahi?”
“Nahi. Agar tum bhi yahin rukna chahte ho, to main rukti hoon. Nahi chahte to main kapde sukha kar nikal jaungi.”
Uske geele haath ko pakad liya. “Ruk.”
Komal hans di, chhoti si, dar si nahi. Dupatta kandhe se sarak kar sink ke kinare latak gaya. Maine uska haath apne gale par rakha. Mitti ki thandak aur uski skin ki garmi ek saath mili.
Pehla kiss sink ke paas hua, geela aur namkeen. Uske honth kaante nahi the. Usne meri shirt ki pehli button kholi, phir ruki, jaise dekhna ho ki main peeche hata ya nahi. Main nahi hata.
“Yahan mat girna,” usne kaha, saans ke beech. “Mitti chipak jayegi.”
Peeche mat tha, jahan din mein hum baithe chak dekhte the. Us mat par khinchte hue dono ne joote utaare. Fan ki dhimi hawa uske geele baal uthati rahi. Maine uski kurta upar ki, usne haath upar kiye, koi khenchahut nahi.
Kurta mat ke kone par giri. Salwar ki nadi geeli thi. Uske chhaton par paani ki boond thi. Maine jeebh se ek boond uthayi, uski chuchi kadi ho gayi. Komal ki lambi saans mere baal mein atak gayi.
Jo chhupa tha woh khula
Jeans ki belt khulne mein ungli fisli, kyunki haath abhi bhi thode geele the. Komal ne khud zip khichi. Mera lund uski hatheli mein aaya to usne zor nahi lagaya, bas naap sa liya, jaise mitti ka londa naapte hain pehle, phir shape dete hain.
“Itne din se yahi dekhna tha?” maine poocha, aawaz dheemi.
“Haan. Aur yeh bhi, ki tum sirf chak dekhte ho ya mujhe bhi.”
Jawab mein uski thighs ke beech haath phela diya. Salwar ghutnon tak utar chuki thi. Uske panty ke kapde par geelapan mitti wala nahi, garm tha. Meri ungliyon ne kapda hata kar uski chut ko chhua. Woh bheegi thi, garam thi, aur usne meri kalai pakad kar andar khincha.
Do ungliyan dheere gayi, phir tez. Komal ne mat ki kinari pakad li. Uske honth mere kaan ke paas aaye, naam liya, Mastaram, itna dheere ki fan ki kat-kat tez lagti.
“Andar rakh, nikal mat,” usne kaha. Main nikalta nahi. Ungliyon ke ghumaav par uski kamar uthne lagi. Uske chuchi muh mein le kar chuse to uski ungliyan mere baal mein kas gayi.
Panty ek taang se atki rahi, phir nikal gayi. Salwar bhi. Woh nangi leti, mat ki sardi peeth par, aankhen khuli. Maine shirt utari, jeans ghutne tak dhakeli. Mera lund uski pet par laga to usne haath se dabaya, muh se nahi, aankhon se haan ki.
Pehle dhakke mein pura nahi gaya. Uski chut kas rahi thi. Komal ne taangein kholi, eidhi meri kamar par rakh di. Doosre dhakke mein andar tak baitha. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.
Chodne ki raftaar pehle naap ki tarah thi, phir bharos. Table ke kinare mitti ke londe the, unki khushbu beech mein ghus aati. Komal ke gale par meri daant lagi, usne garam hokar meri peeth khurachi.
“Zor se,” usne kaha, aur main zor se choda. Mat sarakne lagi. Uske boobs mere seene se ragad kha rahe the. Kabhi kabhi woh hans padti, jaise khud par hairan ho ki itni der tak katori kyun dhoyi.
Position badli to table ki taraf nahi gaye, mitti wahan thi. Komal upar baithi. Uske baal aage gir kar mere muh ko chhoote. Usne apna ek haath peeche karke mera lund apni chut mein khud baithaya, phir hilne lagi, pehle chhota daayra, phir bada.
Neeche se main uski thighs pakde raha. Uski kamar uth-gir rahi thi. Jab uski chut aur kasi, uski aankhen band hui, honth khul gaye, ek awaaz nikli jo class mein kabhi nahi nikalti. Uske pani ne meri pet bhi giili kar di.
Uske baad tez choda, kyunki meri bhi hadh paas thi. Komal ne jhuk kar honth dabaye rakha, taaki awaaz studio ki khidki se bahar na jaye. Andar tak dhakke lage, uski chuchi meri ungliyon mein dabi rahi. Jab main nikla, pani uski pet par giri, mitti ke dhabbe ke bagal, dono rang milte se.
Thodi der hum mat par pade rahe. Fan ki hawa ab tez lagi. Komal ne meri shirt ka kone apni chhati ponchhne ko uthaya, phir has di. “Yeh bhi dhona padega.”
Jawab mein sirf saans thi. Kaam ka matlab palat chuka tha, yeh soch kar bhi koi badi baat muh se nahi nikli. Katori sink mein ulati padi thi, paani band tha, aur hum akele the us bulb ke neeche.
Usne meri kalai par apni ungli ghumayi. “Ab bhi rickshaw soch rahe ho?”
“Abhi nahi.”
Dupatta ab bhi sink par latka tha. Komal uth kar nangi hi khadi rahi, paani se haath dhoye, phir meri taraf dekh kar boli, “Kapde pehle, warna mitti sookh jayegi baal mein.” Maine bhi uth kar jeans kheenchi, shirt haath mein li, abhi pehni nahi.
Dhol ne darwaza hilaya
Tabhi neeche gali se dhol ki pehli maar aayi, itni kacchi ki pehle laga kisi ne bartan de mara. Doosri maar par samajh aaya, barat nikal rahi hai. Komal ki aankhen khidki ki taraf uthin. Usne turant kurta uthayi, haath sirahe se nikalte hue atak gaye, phir nikal aaye.
Salwar ek taang se chadhi, doosri se fisli. Main khidki ke paas gaya, kargh ko do inch khola. Neeche laal jhanda, dhol, aur dhool uth rahi thi. Jaipur ki woh gali itni tang thi ki barat studio ki deewar se ragadti hui nikal rahi thi.
Komal ne dupatta gale mein lapeta, baal bandhe. “Aaj mohalle ki shaadi thi, main bhool gayi.” Uski awaaz mein sharm kam, jaldi zyada thi. Maine shirt ke button lagaye, belt kasaa. Mat par ab bhi hamare paon ke nishan geele the.
Dhol tez hua. Koi taaliyan peetne laga. Studio ka purana darwaza halka hilne laga, jaise koi bahar se kandha laga raha ho, pad nahi. Komal ne sponge uthaya, katori ko aakhir ek baar sahi se ponchha, phir sink ke neeche rakh diya, jaise kaam poora karna zaroori ho is awaaz ke saath.
Bulb band kiya. Ab sirf gali ka laal ugta-dhubta saandh andar aata. Hum dono kapdon mein the, saans abhi bhi tez. Usne mere kaan ke paas kaha, “Kal class mein chak dekhna, mujhe nahi.” Phir kuch nahi maanga, na number, na waada.
Sidhi alag nahi thi, ek hi thi. Pehle woh utri, haath rail par. Main do minute ruk kar fan ki dhimi pattiyon ko dekhta raha, phir same sidhi se utra. Gali mein dhol ab door ja raha tha, dhool abhi khidki tak thi, aur studio ke andar mitti ki woh khushbu waise ki waise padhi thi.