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Two fully clothed adults, one adult Indian man and one adult Indian woman in a decorated Indian courtyard.

Sangeet se pehle store room mein munh se milna

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“Yeh yellow string yahan mat chipkao,” Sana boli. “Ritu ki mummy ko lagta hai isse chehra kharab dikhta hai.”

Maine haath rok liya. Clubhouse ke peeche wale store room mein extra chairs ke dher ke peeche hum dono khade the. Courtyard se dholak ki rehearse aa rahi thi, lekin yeh kamra abhi khaali tha.

Sana ka haath meri kalaai par tik gaya. Uske nakhun halka sa kaate, jaise gussa chhupa ho. Peeche hatna meri aadat ban chuka tha, wahi aadat jo pichle teen hafte se chipki hui thi.

“Phir se nikal gaye,” usne kaha. “Main haath pakadun to tum aise khisakte ho jaise koi chhoone na de. Aaj Ritu ki beti ka sangeet hai, madad karne aaye hain, lekin tum mujhe bhi kaam ka dabba samajh rahe ho.”

“Aisa nahi hai.” Meri awaaz kam nikal paayi. “Tumne khud kaha tha munh se mat karna. Main wahi line nahi laanghna chahta.”

Sana ki aankhen tedhi huin. Dupatta kandhe se utar kar chair ke backrest par daal diya. Maroon kurta ka gala uski gardan par chipka tha, saans tez ho rahi thi.

“Woh line tumne khud bana li.” Hansne ke bajay usne lambi saans bhari. “Us hafte mere honth phate the. Spicy sev puri ke baad chhale ho gaye the. Doctor ne kaha tha khatta-mirch aur ragar dono mat lo. Maine kaha tha us hafte munh se mat karna. Tumne usko umar bhar ka kanoon bana diya.”

Store room ki hawa garam thi. Surat ki shaam abhi poori utri nahi thi. Hindustan ke is textile sheher mein sangeet se pehle log late aate hain, isliye Ritu ne humein pehle bhej diya tha ke lights aur extra seating set ho jaye.

“To ab?” Maine poocha. “Ab woh chhale nahi hain?”

“Ab nahi hain.” Sana ne apna honth ungli se chhua. “Dekho, saaf. Main tumhe door rakhna nahi chahti thi. Tumne door rakh liya. Aaj mehfil se pehle, yahin, agar tum ab bhi chahte ho to munh se karo. Main khud keh rahi hoon.”

Matlab palatne wali lambi baatein

Darwaza andar se band kiya. Kundi padi. Bahar dholak chal rahi thi, koi turant nahi ghusne wala tha. Uske kareeb gaya, uski kamar par haath rakha, aur honth chume.

Sana ne muh khol diya. Zabaan mili, daant nahi kaate. Pichle hafte wala dar utar gaya. Maroon kurta ke neeche uski saans meri chhati se takra rahi thi.

Jeans ki belt meri hi ungliyon ne kholi. Button chhuta, zip utri. Sana ne kursi ke kinare baithte hue meri nazaron se kaha, “Ab mat hatna.”

Woh ghutnon par aa gayi. White shirt abhi meri body par thi, sirf jeans mid thigh tak khiski. Garam honthon ne meri nangi skin ko pehle chhua, phir zabaan ne dheere se lund ke sir ko chaata.

Mera haath uske baal mein chala gaya, lekin pakad kadi nahi thi. Sana ne khud speed pakdi. Munh gila ho gaya, thook lambe dhaage ki tarah chamka, aur woh lund ko honthon ke beech se andar le gayi.

“Itna din…” meri awaaz toot gayi. “Itna din main sochta raha tumhe yeh pasand hi nahi.”

Muh chhodte hue usne kaha, “Pasand hai. Chhale the, mana nahi tha.” Phir wapas le liya, is baar gehra. Gale ke kareeb jaane par uski aankhen bhari, lekin usne haath se meri kamar pakad kar rokne ke bajay aur andar khincha.

Dholak bahar tez hui. Store room ki ek bulb jal rahi thi, uski roshni uske gaalon par padi. Sana ke honth geele the, lipstick halki si phaili hui thi. Meri ungliyon ne uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye taaki dekh sakun kaise uska munh meri nass par khinchta hai.

Kabhi woh sirf sir chat-ti, kabhi lambe stroke se neeche tak jaati. Meri taangein kadi ho gayin. Chair ke peeche wall se meri peeth sarti, lekin hatne ka mann nahi tha.

“Ruk,” maine kaha, saans phooli hui. “Jaldi nikal jaunga.”

Sana ne munh chhoda aur meri thighs par gaal rakh diya. “Pehle mujhe bhi do. Tumne hafte bhar sirf door door kiya. Ab zabaan se meri baari.”

Usko uthaya. Palazzo ki naada khuli, kapda ghutnon tak utra. Chair par baithate hue uski ek taang mere kandhon par aa gayi. Kurta upar ko sarka, lekin poora nahi utara. Uski chut pehle se geeli thi, baal gile, fold khule hue.

Ghutnon par aa kar maine uski thighs ke andar chuma. Sana ne meri shirt ki collar pakad li. Zabaan ne uski chut ke upar wale hisse ko dheere se dabaya, phir neeche ki taraf lamha bhar ruka, aur uske beech se chaata.

Uski kamar uth-ti. “Haan… wahi.” Short jumle the, lambi speech nahi. Meri zabaan gol ghumi, kabhi tezi se, kabhi ruk kar sirf honth se choosti. Uska haath mere sar par tha, dabaav batata tha kab tez karna hai.

Do ungliyan andar gayin jab zabaan upar thi. Sana ne muh se awaaz dabaayi, daant honth par. Clubhouse ke us kone mein yeh awaaz dholak mein mil gayi, bahar koi alag se nahi pakadta.

Uski taangein meri gardan par kasti hain. Geeli garmi meri thuddi par behi. Jab uska jism ek baar kaanpa, maine rukne ke bajay wahi dabaav rakha jab tak uski saans tut kar wapas na aayi.

“Bas… aa gayi.” Aankhen band karke usne meri kalaai dabaayi. Thodi der chair par leti rahi, palazzo still tangled at the ankles, kurta pet tak sarka hua.

Gahra munh wala kaam

Phir woh khud neeche aa gayi. “Ab tum. Munh mein. Bahar mat nikalna.”

Jeans ab aur khisak aayi. Sana ne lund ko dono honthon se ghera, is baar gehra aur tez. Gale ki narmi ne sir ko dabaya. Meri ungliyan uske baal mein thi, lekin dhakka nahi, sirf taal. Woh khud rhythm bana rahi thi, kabhi chhod kar saans leti, kabhi poora andar leti.

Uski aankhen upar uth-ti, meri taraf. Woh dekhna chahti thi ke main ab door to nahi hat raha. Main nahi hata. Shirt ke button ek khul gaya tha, paseena chhati par tha, lekin nanga tha nahi poora, sirf wahi hissa jo uske munh mein tha.

“Sana…” naam toot ke nikla. Garmi neeche se upar chadh rahi thi. Usne haath se mere lund ke neeche wale hisse ko masla, munh upar se chus-ta raha. Thook zyada ho gaya, honth chamak rahe the, awaaz geeli thi.

Bahar kisi ne microphone check kiya, “ek-do.” Hum dono ruke, phir usne hans kar wapas le liya, jaise woh awaaz uske kaam ko rok nahi sakti.

Mera pet kasa. Uski gardan ki nass ubhri jab usne aur gehra liya. Main nikalna chahta tha ke pooch loon, lekin usne kamar se pakad liya. Garam dhaar uske munh mein gayi. Sana ne nigal-te hue aankhen band kiin, phir honth ponchhe, aur meri thighs par ek chhota sa chuma de diya.

Kursi ke peeche wall se meri kammar sarti rahi. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Sana ne palazzo upar khincha, naada baandhi. Main jeans ki zip lagata raha, ungliyan ab bhi kaamp rahi thi.

“Itna din barbaad kiya,” maine kaha, awaaz ab bhi bhari. “Ek line ko kaanoon samajh liya.”

Sana ne lipstick ki tube bag se nahi nikali, ungli se honth saaf kiye. “Ab samajh aa gayi na. Chhale the, tum nahi the. Agli baar seedha pooch lena.”

Bulb ki garmi sir par thi. Bharat ke doosre industrial shehron ki tarah yahan bhi society clubhouse shaadi se pehle bhar jata hai, aur Ritu ki awaaz ab courtyard se saaf aa rahi thi.

“Kunal! Sana! Lights ka last chhota hissa hall mein laga do, log aane lage!”

Dupatta usne kandhe par daala. Meri shirt ka khula button band kiya, bina natak ke. Darwaze ki kundi abhi tak andar se padi thi. Maine uthayi, pat khula.

Society courtyard se bahar

Store room se nikalte hue Sana ne meri kalaai phir pakad li. Is baar main nahi khiska. Hall ke kinare yellow string ab usi jagah chipki jahan Ritu ki mummy ne mana kiya tha, lekin doosri string maine jaldi se hook par daal di, kaam adhura na rahe.

Courtyard mein dholak wale log paani pee rahe the. Ritu ne door se haath hilaya. “Bas ho gaya? Makeup wali aa rahi hai!”

Sana ne jawab diya, “Ho gaya. Ab hum yahin gate ke paas khade hain.” Uski awaaz saaf thi, munh ki geilapan chhupa hua tha, sirf honth thode gehre dikh rahe the.

Main uske saath compound ke darwaze tak chala. Scooter door khadi thi, lekin baithe nahi. Uske haath se meri kalaai ab bhi mili hui thi, jaise pehle wala faasla is shaam tut chuka ho.

Ritu ke mehman andar ghusne lage. Hum dono light ke neeche hat ke khade rahe, kaam khatam, kamra peeche, aur jo baat galat padh li thi woh ab zabaan par nahi, honthon ke baad wale sukoon mein thi.

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