Chai ki ketli abhi counter par thi, patili se steam cheekh ki tarah nikal raha tha, jab phone kaanpa. Cricket highlights laptop par dheeme volume mein ghoom rahe the. Noida ke is chhote flat mein yeh meri roz ki raat thi: cup, commentator, aur soch ki main jaldi let jaunga.
Sneha ka naam screen par tha. Cup lips tak uthaya, pehla ghoont adhura chhod diya, swipe kiya.
“Harsh, aaj match mat dekh. Phone haath se mat nikaal. Abhi karna hai, ya tu kal subah apni aankhen maltega?”
Uski awaaz tez thi, jaise koi sawal nahi, seedha faisla maang rahi ho. Main kitchen light ke neeche khada raha, chai ka surface abhi garm, lekin pair bedroom ki taraf khisak chuke the.
“Abhi matlab? Subah nau baje client hai. Main soch raha tha aaj jaldi so jaunga.”
“Matlab speaker on kar. Main Kochi ki balcony par khadi hoon, kameez dheeli hai, hawa gili hai. Bharat ke is kone se main tera weekend wait nahi karungi. Haan ya na. Beech ka rasta nahi.”
Thandi chai aur call
Cup side table par aa gaya, gehra brown, abhi bhi steam. Laptop fold ho gaya, sirf ek chhoti si slit mein light bachi. Phone pillow ke paas rakhte hue maine shorts ki cord ek ungli se dheeli ki, kapde abhi utare nahi.
“Haan. Door band hai. Tu bol.”
Uski hasi pehle aayi, phir lambi saans. “Achha. Chai thandi hogi, chhod. Haath shorts ke andar le ja, lekin tez nahi. Pehle meri awaaz sun. Aaj studio mein teen revision aayi, client ne colour palat diya, aur main gusse mein nahi, bhookhi hoon. Teri awaaz chahiye.”
Shorts ke andar mera haath garam tha. Lund pehle se tight tha, kapde ki folding usko daba rahi thi. Maine zipper nahi khola, sirf kamar ke elastic ko neeche sarkaaya, jaise abhi bhi soch raha hoon, jabki faisla ho chuka tha.
“Balcony par koi hai?”
“Neeche traffic hai, upar fan nahi. Neighbour ka TV serial chala raha hai, unko meri parwah nahi. Buttons maine do khol diye the call se pehle. Ab teesra bhi. Tu bata, tera haath kahan hai.”
“Shorts ke andar. Lund pakda hai, lekin hilaya nahi. Tere kehne ka wait.”
“Hilana shuru kar, dheere. Main kameez utar rahi hoon. Kapda floor par gira. Bra abhi hai. India ke map par do pin samajh, ek tu Noida, ek main yahan, lekin line itni saaf hai ki tera saans mere kaan ke andar baith gaya.”
Uski kameez girne ki awaaz nahi aayi, sirf kapde ki halki ragar. Main bed ke kinare baith gaya, phone speaker par, screen neeche. Meri ungliyon ne lund ke upar wale hisse ko ghumaya, geela nahi tha abhi, sirf garam.
“Bra ke hook peeche hain. Ek hath se nahi khul rahe. Ruk, khul gaye. Ab meri chhati bahar hai, hawa se nipples khade hain. Unko main khud masal rahi hoon, tu soch ke hilana.”
Sochnese zyada uski saans kaam kar rahi thi. Har baar jab woh nipple ke baare mein bolti, uski awaaz ek pal ke liye toot’ti. Maine lund ko neeche se upar tak dabaya, anguthe se sir ko ghumaya, aur ek boond pehle hi nikal aayi.
“Geela ho gaya.”
“Jaldi mat. Meri panty abhi hai, cotton, pehle se geeli. Main balcony ki chair par baith gayi, ek taang upar railing par. Ungli panty ke upar se ghis rahi hai, andar nahi. Tu bhi andar mat ja abhi, sirf bahar se.”
Shorts ghutno tak khisak aaye. Kamre ki fan dheemi thi, paseena kamar par tha. Mera haath lund par ruk ruk kar chalta, jaise uski ungli ki speed ke saath milana ho. Woh kabhi tez karti, kabhi rukti, serial ke loud laugh track ke peeche uski halki rari dabi rehti.
“Panty side ko sarka di. Meri chut ab hawa kha rahi hai. Do ungliyan upar clit par, gol. Harsh, tu bolta nahi. Bol, warna main samajhungi tu cricket dekh raha hai.”
“Nahi dekh raha. Aankhen band hain. Teri clit par ungli soch raha hoon, geeli, aur tu chair par khul ke baithi hai. Mera lund ab fisl raha hai, itna geela.”
“Andar le aa. Ek ungli. Ah… ruk, do. Kochi ki yeh raat nam hai, ungliyan asani se ghusti hain. Main khud ko chod rahi hoon, tu sun.”
Uski do ungliyon ki geeli awaaz speaker se aayi, dabi hui, jaise phone ko cheekh ke paas daba rakha ho. Maine speed badhai, muh se saans muh ke bahar nikalne lagi. Bed ki chadar mutthi mein aa gayi, doosra haath usko pakde hue, taaki poora body hilke phone na gir jaye.
Do shehron ki ek line
“Main andar aa gayi kamre mein. Machhar balcony jeet gaye. Light band ki, sirf phone ki screen. Bed par let gayi, taange khuli. Ab tu bhi let ja, jaise main tere upar hoon.”
Pillow ke neeche phone sarak raha tha. Main let gaya, shorts ek taang se latak rahe the, meri shirt pet tak uthi hui. Ceiling ki ek darar ko dekhta raha, lekin dimaag mein uski khuli taange thi.
“Lund ko tez pakad. Main teen ungliyan andar le aayi, chut ki diwal naram hai. Aaj itna mann tha ki main call se pehle hi bheeg chuki thi. Tu weekend aata, tab tak yeh rukta nahi. Isliye poocha. Tune haan kaha, ab chhod mat.”
Uski baat mein woh gussa nahi raha jo studio se aaya tha. Jagah uski saans ne le li. Main lund ko muzhe se upar tak khinchta, kabhi ruk kar sir ko masalta, jaise uski chut ke muh par ho. Woh meri speed ka andaza laga kar apni ungliyon ko usi hisaab se marne lagi.
“Bol, kya kar raha hai mere saath. Seedha bol.”
“Teri chut chod raha hoon. Pehle dheere, ab poora. Tere nipples muh mein hain, daant nahi, sirf jeebh. Meri kamar teri thighs ke beech atak gayi hai.”
“Haan. Aur gehra. Meri kamar uth rahi hai. Phone seene par hai, tu sun raha hoga kitni geeli hoon. Ungliyan nikal kar clit par patak rahi hoon, phir andar. Ek rhythm bana, mat tod.”
Suhagrat pe nikalne wala tha, biwi ne rok liya
Nayi shaadi ki suhagrat par jab dulha kamre se bahar jaane laga, biwi ki ek seedhi baat ne uska irada tod diya, phir maa ke phone ne unka agla faisla badal diya.Read related storyRhythm toot’ta bhi tha. Kabhi uski awaaz unchi ho jati, kabhi woh daant ke beech lipat leti. Main bhi ek pal ke liye haath rok kar sirf anguthe se ghumata, phir poori mutthi. Paseena seene se pet tak behne laga. Meri shirt chipak gayi, lekin utarne ka time nahi diya dimaag ne.
“Main close hoon, lekin rukna nahi chahti. Tu pehle mat nikal. Keh de jab hadh par ho, main saath dungi.”
“Hadh par hoon. Lund itna tight hai ki mutthi chhoti pad rahi hai. Teri awaaz se hi nikalne wala hoon.”
“Toh nikal. Meri chut ke andar soch ke nikal. Main bhi… ah, yahin…”
Uski rari serial ke volume se bhi unchi nikal aayi, phir dabi, jaise muh takiya mein ghusa diya ho. Speaker thartharaya. Mere lund se maal haath, pet, aur shirt ke hem tak chhalak gaya, garam, chipchipa. Main haath nahi hataaya, dheere hilata raha jab tak jhatke ruk na gaye.
Dono ki saansein kuch der sirf hawa ki tarah chalti rahi. Koi lambe jumle nahi. Phone ki screen timeout se band hui, phir uski ungli ne tap kiya, light wapas aayi.
“Tu zinda hai?” uski awaaz ab bhi bhaari thi, lekin hasi uske peeche khadi thi.
“Haan. Shirt kharab hui. Chai pakka thandi ho gayi.”
“Chai ki saza milni chahiye thi tujhe, jo pehle match dekhna chahta tha. Meri taange ab bhi khuli hain, lekin ungliyan nikal li. Bahut geela bichhauna. Kal dhona padega.”
Main hasne laga, lekin awaaz kam nikli. Pet par apna hi maal thanda hone laga. Dusra haath phone ke kinare par tha, jaise woh kaat degi to bhi ek second extra pakadna ho.
“Subah client ko late nahi karna. Alarm laga.”
“Lagaunga. Tu so ja. Machhar andar to nahi aaye?”
“Ek aaya tha, mar diya. Ab aankhen band kar rahi hoon. Phone yahin seene par rahega, tu kat, main nahi katungi pehle.”
Silence teen second rahi, phir usne hi cut kiya. Tone ki ek thin si line, uske baad kamre mein sirf fan.
Call katne ke baad
Side table par cup waise hi tha, upar patli thandi film. Maine shorts khinche, shirt jaise thi waise hi rehne di. Phone bed par chhod kar cup uthaya, kitchen ki taraf nanga pairon se chala.
Sink ke upar cup jhuka, thandi chai ek saath giri, patili ke paas wale daag ko bhi bhego diya. Tap band kiya. Wapas bed ki taraf nahi dekha us pal, sirf khali cup ko rack par rakh diya aur light kitchen ki bujha di.
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