Rakesh ne almari ka sheesha ponchhte hue phone kandhe par dabaaye rakha, aur uski awaaz itni saaf aa rahi thi ki magazine ke panno se meri ungliyan ruk gayin.
“Didi, kal raat hi maine soch liya. Aaj Kavya madam se seedha bol dunga. Naukri alag hai, yeh baat alag. Na kahe to kal subah main phir yahi jhadu lunga.”
Line kaat te hi usne geela kapda muh ke paas le ja kar khansi dabaayi, jaise drawing room khali ho. Nagpur ke is purane bangla mein curtains adhkhule the, aur Bharat ki sukhi garmi uski white shirt ko peeth par chipka rahi thi.
Jo kal raat usne soch liya
Main sofa se uthi to uski aankhen meri cotton kurta ke lace par nahi, mere chehre par atakin. Tankhwah main subah hi de chuki thi, isliye uske haath mein hisaab ka koi kaagaz nahi tha, sirf geela kapda aur ek adhuri baat thi.
“Madam,” usne kaha, phir lafz nigal gaya.
“Pehle yeh madam hatao. Subah kaam ka hisaab khatam ho chuka. Ab jo bolna hai, naukar banke mat bolo.”
Woh bucket ke paas khada raha. Grey pant ki silwat seedhi thi, shirt ke do button upar se khule the. Uske baal geele the, maatha chamak raha tha.
“Kal raat soya nahi,” usne kaha. “Didi ko bataya ki main is ghar ki naukri nahi bech raha. Main tujhe aurat ki tarah dekhna chahta hoon. Inkaar hai to kal main time par aaunga. Aaj ka kaam bhi poora kar dunga.”
Itwar ki dopahar thi. Is bangla mein aur koi nahi tha. Maine bucket ko side kiya, uske aur kadam badhaya, lekin darwaza nahi lagaya.
“Rakesh, aaj jhadu rakh. Jo tu kal soch chuka, woh mujhe bhi din bhar khata raha. Main tujhe rok nahi rahi, bula bhi nahi rahi. Rukna hai to khud ruk.”
Usne kapda bucket mein daala. “Main rukta hoon.”
Utna kaafi tha. Uska haath meri kurta ki silai par raha, phir ruk kar meri gardan tak aaya. Maine uske kandhon ko pakda. Pehla chumma tez nahi tha. Doosra chumma gehri saans ke saath aaya, jaise dono ne ek hi pal mein wazan utar diya ho.
Uske honth namak aur sabun ke the. Meri ungliyan uski shirt ke khule button ke paas phislin, lekin maine turant kapde nahi khole. Woh peeche hata, meri aankhon mein dekha, phir dubara aage aaya. Is baar uski jeebh meri honthon ke beech se guzri, aur meri kamar uske haath ke neeche apne aap naram pad gayi.
“Kurta geeli ho rahi hai,” maine kaha, aawaz kam karke. “Garmi se nahi.”
Woh hans diya, chhota sa, phir meri kamar ke peeche se kapda upar saraka. Cotton meri baahon se nikal kar sofa ke takiye par giri. Neeche sirf bra thi, halki cream rang ki, jo subah maine soch kar nahi pehni thi. Uske haath uski strap par rukey, poochhe bina nahi. Maine khud aage karke uski ungliyon ko hook tak pahunchaya.
Bra khulte hi uski saans meri gardan par padi. Usne meri chhati ko muh se dhak liya, dheere, jaise koi cheez toot na jaye. Meri ungliyan uske geele baalon mein ghus gayin. Drawing room ki dhup ab meri nangi peeth par thi, lekin sharam se zyada ek tez bhookh thi jo mahine bhar chhupi rahi thi.
Grey pant ki zip uske apne haath se utri. Maine uska lund kapde ke upar se dabaya, garam, bhari hui. Woh meri palazzo ki nara kholne laga, aur kapda meri thighs se fislakar takne par ruk gaya. Main sofa par let gayi, ek taang floor par, doosri uske kamar ke peeche.
Panties ab bhi thi. Usne unhe side se sarakaya, poora nahi utara pehle. Uski do ungliyan meri chut par rahi, geeli pehchan ke saath. Maine uska haath apni tarah dabaaye rakha, taaki speed meri rahe. Woh jhuk kar meri thighs ke beech muh le gaya, jeebh se chhota sa gola, phir tez kheench. Meri aawaz magazine ke panno jaisi fat gayi, phir dabi.
“Yahan… aahista,” maine kaha, lekin kamar uske muh ki taraf uth hi rahi thi. Usne meri clitoris ko honth se pakda, chhoda, phir dobara liya. Meri ungliyan uske kandhon ki haddi par kasi. Pal bhar ke liye socha ki yeh ghar ka naukar hai, phir woh khayal kaat diya kyunki subah ka hisaab alag rakh chuka tha, aur ab uska muh meri marzi se yahan tha.
Phir hadd dono ne tod di
Usne panties ko takne se neeche utar diya. Main khud uski underwear ke elastic mein ungli daal kar neeche khinchi. Uska lund bahar aaya, garam, sir nam, meri pet ke neeche tak chhu raha tha. Maine use apni mutthi mein liya, upar neeche, dheere, uski aankhen band karane ke liye nahi, khud dekhne ke liye.
“Andar,” maine kaha. Ek lafz. Usne meri taang aur upar uthayi. Head meri chut ke muh par ruka, phir dheere ghusa, itna ki meri saans atak gayi aur phir chhut gayi. Pehla dhakka poora nahi tha. Doosra dhakka gehra hua. Teesre par meri kamar ne uske against jawab diya.
Sofa ki spring ne ek baar karaht di. Uske kandhon par meri naakon ki geeli garmi thi. Woh meri chhati ke beech muh rakh kar hilne laga, lambe dhakke, phir chhote. Meri chut uske lund ko pakad kar chhod rahi thi, geeli awaaz se, jo curtains ke bahar nahi jaani chahiye thi lekin is ghar mein sunne wala koi tha nahi.
“Tez kar,” maine uske kaan ke paas kaha. Usne meri dono thighs apne kamar ke peeche kheenchi. Ab har dhakka meri chut ki diwal tak ja raha tha. Maine apna ek haath neeche bheja, apni geeli jagah ko chhua jahan hum jude the, aur uske lund ke saath apni ungli ko ragda. Woh awaaz nikal kar meri gardan kaatne laga honthon se.
Palak jhapakte uska rhythm bigadta, sambhalta. Meri aankhen chhat ke pankhe par gayin, phir uski peeth ki geeli line par. Bharat ke is shehar ki dopahar bahar sadi hui thi, rickshaw door se chilla rahe the, lekin drawing room ke andar sirf hamari saansein thi aur sofa ki dabak.
Usne mujhe thoda kheench kar baithne diya, khud neeche aa kar. Main uske lund par baithi, apni speed se. Pehle do utar chadhao mein meri palazzo ek taang par atki rahi, phir gir gayi. Ab main uske god mein thi, kurta door, bra door, uski shirt abhi bhi kandhon par adhkholi. Mere stan uske muh ke paas aaye to usne ek ko chusa, daant halka sa, jitna maine uske baal kheench kar ijazat di.
Neeche meri chut uske lund ko poora nigal rahi thi. Har baithak par meri clitoris uske pet se ragad khati. Maine uske kaan mein naam liya, madam nahi, Rakesh. Uske haath meri gaand par the, dabav ke saath, lekin andar nahi gaye, bas mujhe apni taraf seene ke liye.
“Ab nahi rukunga,” usne kaha, saans toot kar. Maine uski shirt ke pichhle hisse ko mutthi mein liya. Tez baithak, geeli chatak, meri taangein uske grey pant ke ghutnon ke dono taraf kasi. Woh meri kamar ko pakad kar upar se milne laga, itna ki meri aawaz do tukde ho gayi.
Andar ek gola sa tight hua, phir phaila. Maine uske lund ko apni chut se dabaya, spasmon ke saath, aankhen band. Uski ungliyan meri peeth par khurach gayin. Uske baad bhi main hilti rahi, chhota, bhookha, jab tak ki woh bhi meri kamar ko apne against jhadne laga.
Uska cum garam tha, meri chut ke andar, baar baar. Usne meri thighs ko chhoda nahi jab tak last dhakka nikal nahi gaya. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Main uske shirt ke kalaf par maatha rakh kar baithi rahi, uska lund ab dheela hota hua bhi andar tha, jaise koi jaldi nikaalna nahi chahta.
Kuch der baad usne meri kamar se haath hataya. Main uth kar sofa ke kinare baithi. Meri chut se geela pan meri thighs par bahne laga. Usne apni underwear uthayi, pant ki zip lagayi, lekin shirt ke button ab bhi do khule chhod diye.
Maine kurta uthaya, pehna, palazzo ki nara baandhi. Bra takiye ke neeche daba di, pehenne ki der nahi ki. Geela kapda ab bhi bucket mein tha, kaam wahi ka wahi ruka hua.
Latch ke peeche woh nikal gaya
Rakesh ne jhadu ko deewar se sata diya, jaise roz ka ant ho, lekin aankh uthakar madam nahi kaha. “Kavya.” Sirf itna. Phir bucket uthaya, drawing room ke darwaze se aangan ki taraf nikal gaya.
Hindustan ke is shehar mein log aisi baat ko naukar-malik keh kar daba dete hain, lekin us dopahar humne woh shabd use nahi kiye. Maine magazine ko wahi sofa par palat diya jahan se meri ungliyan ruki thi. Bahar latch lagi. Cycle ki ghanti nahi bajayi. Woh bina poochhe kal ke time ke chala gaya, aur main drawing room ki dhup mein baithi rahi, kurta ke neeche ab bhi uski geeli yaad thighs par.