Naina ne left chappal pehle pehni aur right ko abhi bhi haath mein dabaye rakha, jaise nursery ke geele floor se uthna uske liye bhari kaam ho. Bhopal ki yeh shaam Bharat ke beechon-beech itni garm thi ki pattiyan bhi ek doosre se chipak rahi thin. Maine watering can wooden bench par rakh diya, kyunki uski nazar darwaze ki taraf thi.
“Main nikal rahi hoon,” usne kaha. Awaaz halki thi. “Kal money plant le lungi.”
Uske baal kaan tak geele the. Cotton kurti patli thi, neeche jeans. Dupatta kandhe se fisal kar uski kamar tak aa gaya tha. Ordinary jawaab meri zubaan par tha, lekin uske honth khule ke khule reh gaye.
“Sahil.” Mera naam usne aise liya jaise woh bhaag rahi ho. “Ek baat kehni hai. Phir chali jaungi.”
Uski aankhen seedhe meri taraf thin, sharmaati nahi, chhupati bhi nahi. Market ki awaaz peeche sookh chuki thi. Sirf ek cycle ki ghanthi door se kaati, phir khamoshi.
“Bol,” maine kaha.
“Mujhe tumhara muh chahiye.” Itna seedha. “Meri chut par. Main ghar jaake sochti rehti hoon. Aaj nahi kaha to kal bhi jhooth bolungi ki time nahi mila.”
Can se ek boond bench par giri. Hansne ke bajay main khada raha. Uski right chappal ab bhi uske haath mein thi. Jaane ka iraada saaf tha, aur us iraade ko usne khud tod diya.
“Yahan?” Meri awaaz bhi phat gayi.
“Haan. Agar tum bhi chahte ho. Nahi to main nikal jaati hoon.”
Chappal haath mein thi
Peeche ke side darwaze tak ka rasta chhodte hue main bade ferns ke peeche palat aaya. Usne khud kadam rakhe. Chappal bench par rakh di. Yeh faisla uska tha.
India ke is shehar mein bazaar ke peeche yeh chhoti nursery aksar late band hoti thi, lekin aaj last customer bhi nikal chuka tha. Mitti ki khushbu geeli thi. Naina ki saans meri shirt ke kareeb aa gayi.
Kurti ke hem ko usne khud upar kiya, itna ki pet dikhe. Jeans ka button khula. Zip neeche gayi. Main uski thighs par haath rakhta, lekin pehle uske honth mile, geele, jaldi mein. Chumte hue bhi uski ungliyan mere baal mein ghus gayin, jaise rukne ka option usne pehle hi khatam kar diya ho.
“Niche,” usne kaha, kaan ke paas. “Wahi jo maine kaha.”
Ferns ke peeche zameen par ek bora tha, khaali mitti wala. Us par woh let gayi, kamar thodi uthayi. Jeans takhne tak khinchi. Panty cream colour ki thi, beech se gehri. Maine usko ek ungli se hataaya, pura nahi utara. Uski chut pehle se geeli thi, baal patle, chamak mitti ki roshni mein.
Naak uski khushbu tak gayi. Jeebh se pehla touch halka tha, upar se neeche, jaise taste lena ho. Uski raanon ne mera sar dabaaya. Ek ah nikal gayi, phir doosri, dabakar.
“Wahan… haan, wahi.”
Meri jeebh uski chut ke upar wale gitte par ruki, gol, phir seedha. Do ungliyan neeche ready thin, lekin pehle sirf muh. Chatna tez hua, phir dheema, jaise uski kamar bataye. Uski thighs meri kaanon ko dabaati rahi. Dupatta bazu se gir kar bora par pada, usne uthaya nahi.
Paseena uski pet par chamak raha tha. Kurti sirf chhati tak khiski thi, chuchiye kapde ke andar hi tight. Maine ek haath se kapda upar kiya, muh wahi neeche. Uski nangi chut ab poori jeebh le rahi thi. Geela ras honthon par lagta, main nigal ta, phir wapas lagta.
“Sahil, ruk mat.” Yeh bhi usne kaha, saans ke beech.
Do ungliyan andar gayin, aahista, kyunki muh pehle se kaam kar raha tha. Uski chut ne pakda. Ungliyan andar-bahar, jeebh upar. Taal mil gaya. Uski ek taang meri peeth par charh gayi. Heel nahi thi, nangi foot, panja tight.
Bhopal ki garmi mein bhi uski khal thandi-thandi kamp rahi thi. Bharat ke is closed bazaar ke peeche koi nahi tha, phir bhi woh honth kaat kar chup rehti, phir toot jaati. Maine uski clit ko honthon se pakda, choosa, chhoda, phir choosa. Uski kamar uth kar meri naak se takrai.
“Main… abhi.”
Uski ungliyan mere baal kheenchti rahi. Jeebh nahi hatai. Chatna tez, chhota, lagataar. Uski chut ne meri ungliyon ko dabaaya, ras zyada aaya, ranon ki kamp meri gardan tak aa gayi. Woh ek lambe ah ke saath leti rahi, pet upar, phir dheere giri.
Uski aankhen band thin. Lambi saans li, doosri. Maine muh ponchha nahi, uski andaruni raan par rakh diya. Geela nishaan pada. Hansi nahi aayi. Sirf uska haath mere kaan par, halke se.
Jo baat ruk nahi payi
Jeans takhne par hi atki thi. Uthne ki koshish ki, lekin meri shirt ke button pehle khule. Uski nazar mere jean ke ubhaar par atki, phir usne khud zip khinchi. Mera lund bahar aaya, garam, already tight.
“Ab mera muh,” usne kaha, itna saaf jaise pehli baat. Bora se thoda khisak kar baithi, ghutnon par. Kurti ka hem ab uske pet ko dhakk raha tha, neeche kuch nahi.
Pehla honth mere lund ke sir par laga, geela, garam. Jeebh ne ghumaya. Phir muh ne liya, itna ki meri saans atak gayi. Uski aankhen upar meri taraf thin. Haath se jo nahi samaya, use masla, dheere, phir tez.
Gardan ki nass uske gale mein dikhti jab woh neeche jaati. Daant nahi lage, sirf honth aur jeebh. Maine uske baal ek mutthi mein liye, kheencha nahi, bas raasta pakda. Thook se awaaz aayi, chhoti, nursery ki khamoshi mein badi.
“Itna… haan.” Meri awaaz bhi toot gayi.
Uski ek haath meri ran par, doosri neeche, goliyon ko halke se. Muh aage-peeche. Kabhi sirf sir, kabhi gehrai. Main uski chut ki yaad se aur tight hota gaya, kyunki jeebh ki khushbu ab bhi mere honthon par thi. Uski aankhen band hui, phir khuli, jaise dekhna ho ki main kahan hoon.
Paseena meri kamar se neeche behne laga. Shirt chipki. Usne muh chhoda, jeebh se neeche tak chat a, phir wapas liya. Yeh silsila do-teen baar hua, har baar geela zyada. Meri ungliyan uske kandhon par thin, uske baal mere kalai se chipke.
“Naina, main nikalne wala hoon.”
Woh ruki nahi. Muh aur tight kiya, haath tez. Maine uske baal chhode, bench ki kinare pakdi, knucles tight. Nikalna garam tha, uske muh mein, aur usne nigala, kuch honth se bahar tapka, chin par. Uski jeebh ne woh bhi saaf kiya, dheere, jaise kaam poora karna ho.
Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Woh ghutnon se uth kar bora par baith gayi, jeans abhi bhi neeche. Maine apni zip lagayi, haath kanpta. Uski panty still side par thi. Usne khud theek ki, phir jeans upar khinchi, button lagaya. Kurti neeche ki. Dupatta kandhe par daala, tedha.
Koi badi baat nahi hui beech mein. Sirf uski aankhen meri taraf, aur mera muh ab bhi uske swaad mein. Watering can wahi bench par tha, jahan maine pehle rakha tha. Ek boond ab sookh rahi thi.
“Chappal,” usne yaad kiya, jaise ghar ka kaam.
Right wahi thi, left pehle se pehni. Dono pehen kar woh khadi hui. Ghutne ab bhi naram. Ferns ki patti uske baal se atki, usne nikaali, fenk di zameen par. Main kuch kehta, lekin usne sirf shirt ke kareeb aakar meri gardan par honth rakhe, ek second, bina gehraai ke.
“Ab nikalti hoon,” usne kaha. Seedha. Jaise pehli baat ka hisaab chuk gaya ho.
Baad ka ek kadam
Side darwaza andar se dhakkan wala tha. Usne kundi khud kholi. Gali ki hawa andar aayi, garmi kam, dhool zyada. Money plant ab bhi usi shelf par tha jiske liye woh aayi thi, patti chamakdaar, pot chhuna bhi nahi.
Kadam dehleez par ruka. Uski raan ab bhi kamp rahi thi, is liye usne darwaze ke kath ka frame pakda, ek second, phir chhoda. Jeans ki silwat geeli jagah se chipki thi, dikhti thi agar koi dekhta. Koi nahi tha.
“Kal mat aana iske liye,” maine kaha, plant ki taraf sirf nazron se.
Woh hans di, chhoti. “Iske liye nahi aaungi.”
Gali mein nikalte hue usne darwaza peeche se chhod diya, pura band nahi, itna ki hawa aati rahe. Uska kadam pehle atka, doosra seedha. Chappal ki tali mitti par lagi, phir door. Main ferns ke peeche khada raha, muh par ab bhi uski khushbu, haath khaali.
Money plant wahi reh gaya. Uski right chappal ka dhool ka nishaan floor par geela tha, aur woh nishaan bhi sookhne laga jab uske kadam gali ke mor se gayab hue.