Anjali ke haath se mithai ka daba meri chhati par lag gaya, aur uski aankhen meri taraf uthi.
“Yeh dabbe fridge ke upar kyu pade hain, wapas?” meri awaaz andar se khurduri nikli.
Kanpur station se do gali aage, India ke is purane shehar ki garmi ab bhi deewaron par chipki thi. Uske chhote se kamre mein pankha tez ghoom raha tha, lekin uski saans usse tez thi.
Woh daba table par rakh kar meri shirt ke button par ungli rakh di. “Kal shaam wapas kiye. Rishta nahi karna.”
Paanch saal baad bhi mera naam ki goonj uske muh se aisi nikli jaise koi hisaab maang rahi ho. Raj Sharma, itna seedha naam, aur itni tedhi baat.
“Mujhse poocha nahi,” maine kaha. Gusse se zyada ghabrahat thi, kyunki uske inkaar ke peeche mera chehra khada tha, aur main us bojh ko uthane ko tayyar nahi tha.
Anjali hans di. Woh hansna meetha nahi tha. “Pochtah hat. Maine pehle hi soch liya tha. Tune kabhi kaha nahi ki ruk jaaun. Main ruk gayi apni marzi se.”
Uski kurti paseene se gardan par chipak rahi thi. Palazzo ke neeche uski thighs ki line saaf dikh rahi thi. Main do kadam peeche hata, phir ruk gaya, kyunki peeche sirf deewar thi.
“Agar yeh mere liye kiya, to galat kiya,” maine kaha. “Main koi jawaab nahi de paya saal bhar.”
Usne mera collar pakad liya. “Jawaab ab de. Ya nikal. Dono marzi teri hai. Mere ghar ka tala maine khud khola, naukri ka koi hisaab nahi, kiraye ka koi hisaab nahi. Sirf yeh raat.”
Uski ungli meri gardan par ruki, aur main jhuka. Pehla chumma daant se shuru hua, phir honth geele ho gaye. Uski chuchi kurti ke kapde se meri chhati se takrai. Maine uski kamar pakad li, uski body ki garmi hathon mein utar aayi.
Uske inkaar ne kheench liya
Hum sofa ki bagal mein khade-khade lipat gaye. Uski aankhen band nahi hui. Woh dekh rahi thi ki main hat to nahi raha.
“Haan,” usne meri honthon ke paas kaha. “Abhi. Chhod mat.”
Itna kaafi tha. Maine kurti ke neeche haath daala. Uski chuchi already sakht thi, aur jab maine anguthe se ghumana shuru kiya to uski saans meri gardan par phooti. Palazzo ki naada dhili thi; kapda ghutnon tak utar aaya bina kisi natak ke.
Meri jeans ki zip uske haath mein aa gayi. Mera lund kapde ke andar hi daba hua tha, aur usne bahar nikalte hi mutthi mein le liya. Dheere nahi, seedha, jaise faisla pehle ho chuka ho.
“Itne din chhupaye rakha yeh inkaar,” maine uske kaan ke paas kaha, saans toot-phoot ke. “Aaj kyun dikhaya?”
“Kyunki dabbe tu khud dekh leta. Jhoot bolna tha to kal bol deti.” Uski mutthi mera lund par kasti rahi. “Ab baat kam, andar zyada.”
Maine uski chut par ungli feri. Woh geeli thi, itni ki meri ungliyon par chamak aa gayi. Do ungli andar gayi to uske kandhon ne meri shirt masal di. Pankha ki hawa thandi thi, lekin uski thighs meri kamar se chipak kar garm ho rahi thin.
Sofa chhota tha. Hum uski peeth ko takiye se sahaara dekar khade hi rahe. Maine apna ek haath uski gaand par rakha, doosra chuchi par. Woh meri shirt ke button kholti rahi, ek-ek karke, jaise koi hisaab milati ho.
Tabhi phone baja. Ringtone sasta tha, purana. Anjali ka haath mera lund par hi ruk gaya.
Screen par likha tha Maa. Hum dono ek pal ke liye patthar ho gaye. Kanpur ki is building mein awaazein deewar paar kar jati hain, aur Hindustan bhar ke rishton ki tarah yeh call bhi chhupi nahi reh sakti thi.
Call ne raasta badal diya
Usne phone uthaya, lekin speaker nahi kiya. Sirf kaan lagaaya. Main uski kamar se haath nahi hataaya, sirf halka kiya.
“Haan, Ma. Wapas kar diya. Nahi. Koi aur naam nahi diya.” Thodi khamoshi. “Kal mat aana. Nahi, koi nahi hai.” Jhoot saaf tha. Uski aankhen meri aankhon mein thin.
Phone rakhte hi uska irada badal chuka tha. Pehle jo sharmaahat thi, woh utar gayi. “Hall mein khade-khade nahi. Andar chal. Yeh gali sunti hai.”
Pehle hum yahin, khade, jaldi khatam karne wale the. Ab usne mera haath pakad kar bedroom ki taraf kheench liya. Charpai par mosquito net adha gira pada tha. Usne net hataaya, kurti sir ke upar se nikaali, bra ke hook peeche se khole.
Uski chuchiyan gol thin, gehre rang ki, aur meri jeeb un par gayi to usne mere baal pakad liye. Main jeans aur underwear ek saath giraya. Mera lund uski pet ke neeche se ragad khane laga.
“Condom drawer mein hai,” usne kaha, bina sharmaaye. Maine nikaala, packet phaada, aur apne lund par chadha liya. Rubber ki sardi ke baad bhi woh meri taraf khuli rahi, taangein alag.
Uski chut par main ruka, sirf ek pal, dekhne ke liye ki woh hat to nahi rahi. Usne apni heels se meri kamar dhakeli. Pehle dhakke mein main andar gaya, geela ghera itna tha ki saans meri bhi atak gayi.
Charpai ki chamak darwaze ke neeche se aa rahi thi. Uske upar lette hue maine uski thighs apni kamar par chadha li. Har dhakka uski chuchi ko meri chhati se takrata. Woh muh daba kar chillaati, phir meri gardan kaat’ti.
“Zor se,” usne kaha. “Sofa wala dhyaan ab nahi.”
Maine zor diya. Condom ke saath bhi garmi saaf thi. Uski chut mera lund ko pakad kar chhodti, pakad kar chhodti. Beech-beech mein uski aankhen khulti, jaise check kar rahi ho ki main ab bhi wahi faisla liye khada hoon.
Palat kar woh upar aa gayi. uske baal mere muh par girne lage. Usne apna haath peeche le jaakar mera lund apni chut mein set kiya, phir baith gayi. Yeh baithak gehra tha. Uski kamar ghumni, meri mutthi uski gaand par bani rahi.
Neeche se main uski chuchi muh mein leta. Namak aur sabun ki milti hui geelaahat. Woh meri chhati par naakhon se line kheenchti rahi. Kabhi-kabhi rukti, saans jamati, phir dubara hilti.
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Jawaan gusse aur chahne ka mix tha. Maine uski kamar pakad kar neeche se dhakke diye, itne ki charpai ki paya deewar se takrani lagi. Uski chut aur geeli hui. Meri ungliyon ne uski chut ke upar wale hisse ko malish kiya, aur uska sharir jhatka kha gaya.
Woh meri chhati par gir gayi, daant mere kandhe mein. Andar hi andar uski chut ne baar-baar kasav kiya. Maine ruk kar nahi, usi kasav ke saath dhakke jaari rakhe, jab tak uski saans ek lambi ladi ban kar nikal nahi gayi.
Uske baad main bhi nahi ruka. Condom ke andar hi main jum gaya, uski thighs meri kamar par bandhan ki tarah. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Pankha wahi tez tha, lekin kamre ki hawa ab bhaari thi.
Maine lund bahar nikaala. Condom utaar kar tissue par rakh diya, knot laga kar kudeydaan ke kareeb. Woh palat kar meri baanh par let gayi, nangi, paseena saaf kiye bina.
Main abhi nikal gaya
Charpai par uske baal mere muh ke paas the. Main haath badhaane hi wala tha, ek glass paani ke liye uthne se pehle uske kandhe ko sahlane ke liye, jab uska phone dubara kaampa.
Is baar usne uthaya nahi. Screen ki roshni uski cheekh par padi. Message ki pehli line itni badi thi ki padhe bina nahi rahi: subah gaadi pakad rahi hoon, seedha Kanpur.
Anjali ki aankhen khuli. Neend nahi, hisaab. “Woh aa rahi hai. Rishta wapas dekhne.”
Jo main karne wala tha, woh ruka. Raat yahin kaatne ka khayal, uski baanh ke neeche sone ka khayal, subah chai ka khayal, sab ek saath gir gaya. Maa ke aane se pehle is ghar mein meri shirt nahi dikhni chahiye thi, na meri chappal.
Maine meri shirt uthayi, button galat hole mein daale, phir sahi kiye. Jeans ki zip chadi. Anjali ne chadar se chhati dhak li, kuch rokne ko nahi kaha. Uski nazar dabbon par gayi, unhi mithai ke khali dabbon par jo table ke kone mein the.
“Main abhi nikalta hoon,” maine kaha. Yeh waada nahi tha, na kal ka time. Sirf darwaze tak ke kadam the.
Usne sirf itna kaha, “Lift mat lena, seedhi jaldi hai.”
Main joota pehen kar bahar nikal aaya. Gallery ki batti kamzor thi. Peechhe kamre mein pankha ab bhi ghoom raha tha, aur main seedhiyon se utarta raha, bina wapas muh kiye.
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