“Main nahi rukungi.” Anjali ne bag uthaya aur studio ke kaanch wale darwaze ki taraf do kadam badhe. Visakhapatnam ki shaam bahar dhundhli thi, lekin andar hum dono abhi bhi usi adhoori baat par khade the.
Maine kaha, “Yeh cut last week se pending hai. Agar tum ab chali gayi to kal client ke saamne meri wajah se late dikhega.”
Woh ruki, lekin bag utara nahi. “Tumhara late dikhega, meri nahi. Maine teen baar bola tha ki voice track pehle lock karo. Tumne ignore kiya.”
Main unke peeche gaya, door band nahi kiya. Bharat ke is tatiye shehar mein humidity itni thi ki meri shirt peeth se chipak rahi thi. “Maine ignore nahi kiya. Tumhari note incomplete thi.”
Anjali ghumi. Unki aankhen tez thin. “Incomplete? Main ne har line timestamp ke saath bheji thi. Tum sunna nahi chahte the kyunki tumhara apna mix pehle se ready tha.”
Yeh jhagda subah se chal raha tha. Hum dono adult the, dono freelance editor, dono is chhote studio ko sirf do hafte ke project ke liye share kar rahe the. Paisa pehle settle ho chuka tha. Koi bonus, koi rent, koi tip beech mein nahi tha. Sirf yeh sawal tha ki kaun rukega aur kaun file close karega.
Maine haath uthaya, phir gira diya. “Theek hai. Tum jao. Main khud kar lunga.”
Woh darwaze ke handle tak pahunchi, phir ruk gayi. Bag ka strap unki ungliyon se phisalne laga. “Agar main jaati hoon to tum wahi galti dobara karoge.”
“To ruk jao aur khud dekh lo,” maine kaha. Aawaz meri sochi hui se zyada sakht nikal gayi.
Anjali ne lambi saans li. Unka chehra thaka hua tha, lekin gussa ab bhi saaf tha. “Main isliye nahi rukungi ki tumne order diya. Main rukungi kyunki yeh track meri bhi hai.”
Bag sofa ke kone par gir gaya. Yeh unka faisla tha, mera nahi. Woh wapas aayi, mere itne paas ki unki saans meri gardan par padi.
Jhagda khatam hone se pehle haath mil gaye
Maine unka haath nahi pakda pehle. Unhone mera kalaee pakda. “Agar main yahan hoon to tum chup karke sunoge.”
“Sun raha hoon,” maine kaha. “Aur abhi bhi gussa hoon.”
Woh hansin, chhoti si, kadwi. “Main bhi. Isliye yeh kaam wali baat ab band.” Unki ungliyan meri kalaee se upar gayin, meri shirt ke button tak. “Agar tum nahi chahte to bolo. Main taxi pakad lungi.”
Maine unka haath apni shirt par rehne diya. “Ruk. Main chahta hoon.”
Itna kaafi tha. Unhone pehla button khola, doosra, teesra. Meri shirt khuli to unki hathon ki garmi meri chhati par faili. Maine unke baal peeche kiye. Unke baal geele the garmi se, maang seedhi nahi thi.
Anjali ne meri belt ka buckle khola. “Yahan. Sofa. Floor nahi. Mere ghutne aaj nahi.”
Maine unhe sofa ki taraf dhakka nahi diya. Unhone khud mujhe khincha aur baith gayin, phir meri jeans neeche sarkaayi. Mera lund unki mutthi mein aa gaya, garam, tight. Unhone dheere se masla, phir tez.
“Itna din se tum sirf file dekh rahe the,” unhone kaha. “Ab dekh rahe ho.”
Maine unki kurti upar utari. Unke bra ke upar se unki chhatiyan bhari hui thin. Clip peeche se khula. Maine unki ek nipple muh mein li, dusri ko ungli se dabaya. Woh jhukin, meri gardan par daant se halka nishaan chhodte hue.
Unki skirt upar chadh gayi. Maine unki panty side se sarkaayi. Uski chut geeli thi, ungli aasani se andar gayi. Anjali ne kamar uthayi, meri ungli ko aur andar liya. “Aur ek.”
Do ungliyan. Unki thighs meri kalai ke dono taraf kasin. Main unke saamne ghutnon par nahi gaya; sofa ke kone se unki kamar pakad kar unhe apni god mein khincha. Unhone khud condom packet bag se nikaala, pehle se rakha hua, kaam ke saath nahi juda.
Unhone packet khola aur mere lund par chadha diya. “Ab andar. Seedha.”
Maine unki chut par sir rakha, ruk kar unki aankhon mein dekha. Unhone sir hilaaya. Main andar gaya, ek hi dhakke mein nahi, do mein, kyunki woh itni tight thin ki pehla dhakka adhura raha. Doosre mein poora lund baith gaya.
Anjali ki awaaz toot kar nikli. “Haan. Wahan rukna mat.”
Maine unki kamar pakad kar hilaya. Sofa ke spring ne ek baar karraya. Unki chhatiyan meri chhati se takrati thin. Main tez hua, phir unki demand par aur tez. Unki ungliyan mere baal mein ghusi, mere kandhon par nakhun chale.
“Ulta,” unhone kaha.
Hum palte. Woh upar aa gayin, meri chhati par haath rakh kar baithi. Unki thighs meri sides par khuli. Woh khud utrin, uthin, dubara utrin. Main unki chut ke andar tha, lekin rhythm unka tha. Unke baal unke chehre par gir rahe the. Maine unke baal hataye aur unki neeche wali honth chumi.
Woh jhukin, mere kaan ke paas. “Aur gehra.”
Maine kamar uthayi. Unki awaaz badh gayi, phir dabi, jaise woh khudko yaad dila rahi hon ki deewar ke us paar doosra studio hai. Bharat ke is coastal shehar mein raat ke das baje bhi lift ki awaaz aati thi, lekin is kamre mein sirf unki saans aur mere jism ki takkar thi.
Unki chut meri lund ko kas rahi thi har baar jab woh neeche aati. Maine unki clit par angutha rakha. Woh kampin. “Wahi. Mat hatao.”
Teen, chaar, paanch circles. Unka sharir kas gaya, unki aankhen band. Unki thighs kaanp uthi. Woh meri chhati par girin, muh mere kandhe par, aur unki chut meri lund ke around dhadakne lagi. Main unke andar hi tha jab unka orgasm aaya, geela, tight, lamba.
Unhone thoda uth kar dekha. “Ab tum. Mujhe nahi chhodna beech mein.”
Maine unhe neeche kiya, unki peeth sofa ke cushion par. Unki taangein meri kamar ke peeche bandhin. Main dhakke lagaata raha, unki geeli chut ki awaaz saaf thi. Unhone meri gaand pakad kar mujhe aur andar khincha. Mera lund bhari hui tightness mein fasa tha.
Main nikalne ke kareeb tha. Unhone mehsoos kiya. “Andar condom ke saath. Mat nikaalo.”
Maine do tez dhakke diye aur unke andar hi jhad gaya, kamar akdi hui, saans atki. Anjali ne meri peeth sahlaayi, phir dhakka diya. “Bhaari ho tum. Hato.”
Baad mein bag uthaya
Main hat gaya. Condom utara, tissue se bandha, dustbin mein daala jo editing desk ke neeche tha. Anjali ne bra wapas nahi pehna pehle. Woh baithi rahi, skirt neeche kiya, kurti godi mein.
Maine meri jeans uthayi, button lagaya. “Track kal subah pehle lock karunga. Tumhari timestamps ke hisaab se.”
Woh meri taraf dekhi. Gussa ab kam tha, lekin narm bhi nahi. “Kal subah main yahan nahi aaungi. File drive par daal dena.”
“Theek.”
Unhone kurti pehni, bag uthaya, darwaza khola. Lift ka button unhone bahar se dabaya. Main unke peeche nahi gaya. Studio ki batti jaisi ki thi waisi hi rahi. Anjali lift mein gayi, darwaza band hua, aur woh chali gayi.
Studio khali reh gaya
Maine laptop band kiya. Sofa par unki ek chhoti si bal ki pin padi thi. Maine use uthaya, drawer mein rakh diya, lights off kiin, aur khud seedhiyon se utar gaya. Neeche sadak par unki taxi nahi thi. Sirf garmi thi, aur woh faisla jo unhone khud kiya tha, rukne ka, phir jaane ka.