“Ghee itna mat daalo Jatin, batti doob jayegi.”
Komal meri nayi biwi thi. Amritsar ke is kothe wali haveli ke upar wale kamre mein hum dono ko suhagrat ki rasm ke liye diya aur kalash sajana tha. Neeche angan mein rishtedar mithai ke dibbe band kar rahe the, lekin yahan sirf ek chhoti mez, ek diya, aur uski kaanpti batti thi.
Maine pili katori jhukayi. Ghee diya ki thali mein fail gaya aur batti neeche dhasne lagi. Flame itni dheemi ho gayi ki Komal ka lal lehenga sirf ek dhabbe ki tarah dikhai diya. Woh meri taraf dekhti rahi, jaise yeh rasm ab rasm nahi, koi bahana ban gaya ho.
Hindustan mein aisi pehli raat par ghar wale kamre ke bahar lambi qataar nahi lagate, lekin andar har chhoti cheez ko nazar se tolte hain. Hum dono ko yahi kaam diya gaya tha: diya jalana, kalash ko mez ke kone par rakhna, phir jaimala ko kapde ke bundle mein lapetna. Simple kaam tha. Main usko tolta raha jaise koi hisaab mila raha hoon.
Komal ne apna odhni ke pallu theek kiya. Nath uski naak par bhari thi, mangalsutra gale par naya chamak raha tha, maang mein sindoor gehra tha. Blouse ka upar wala hook pheras ke dauran dhila ho chuka tha, ek patli dhaar chamak rahi thi. Maine nazar hata li.
“Tum meri aankhon mein isliye nahi dekh rahe kyunki shaadi ho gayi, ya kyunki tumhe lagta hai main thak gayi hoon?”
Sawal seedha tha. Maine katori mez par rakh di. Ghee ki boond meri ungli se diya ke kinare tak behi, batti ek dum dab gayi, sirf ek laal bindi si jal rahi thi.
Diya dooba
“Thakan nahi hai,” maine kaha. Awaaz meri khud ko ajnabi lagi. “Mujhe nahi malum tha ki itna ghee daal dunga.”
Komal hans padi, chhoti si, bina mazak ke. “Tum ghee nahi daal rahe the. Tum waqt khapaa rahe the.” Woh ek kadam aage aayi. Lehenga ka ghungroo halka sa bola. “Main pooch rahi hoon, Jatin. Seedha. Aaj raat tum yahan rukna chahte ho ya sirf kalash sajana chahte ho?”
Maine uski aankhen dekhi. Uski aankhen thaki nahi thi. Unmein ek saaf intezaar tha, aur us intezaar ke peeche meri hi shakal. Main uske itna kareeb tha ki uski saans meri gardan par padi. “Rukna chahta hoon,” maine kaha. “Tumhare saath. Agar tum bhi yahi chahti ho.”
Usne mera haath uthaya aur apne blouse ke dhile hook par rakh diya. “Chahti hoon. Ab yahi.” Hook meri ungli ke neeche garam metal jaisa tha. Usne haath nahi hataya. Main ne hook khola. Doosra hook bhi khul gaya. Blouse ka kapda aage se dhila hua, uski chhati ke upar wala hissa nazar aaya, sindoor ki ek patli lakeer collarbone tak utri hui.
Bharat ke shaadi ghar mein suhagrat ka diya sirf raushni ke liye nahi jalta. Woh kamre ko itna halka rakhta hai ki chehre chhup na saken. Doobi batti ne bhi itna chhod diya ki main uske honth dekh sakun. Maine unhe chuma. Komal ne jawaab diya, dheere, phir zor se, jaise sawal ka baaki hissa honth par hi tha.
Jaimala mez ke kinare se farsh par giri. Koi uthane nahi aaya. Komal ne apna odhni khud khola aur meri kurta ki pehli button par ungli rakh di. “Yeh bhi utaro. Warna ghee ki tarah tum bhi sirf bahana bante rahoge.”
Maine kurta ke buttons khole. Cream kapda kandhon se utra. Komal ke haath mere seene par aaye, thande, phir garam. Lehenga ka nal nikalne mein dono ke haath ulajh gaye. Hum has diye, phir hasna toot gaya jab uski chhati meri chhati se lagi. Nath meri gaal se takrai, maine usko halke se side kiya, naak ke paas chuma, phir gale ke us jagah ko jahan mangalsutra ki zanjeer dabi thi.
Woh palang ke kinaare tak hatte hue boli, “Pajama tum khud nikalna. Main yeh lehenga nikaalti hoon.” Palang par laal chaddar bichi thi, upar se phool ke patte kisi ne subah se bichha diye the. Ek patta uski kamar ke paas chipak gaya. Maine woh patta hataya, uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche naram aur garam mili.
Lehenga neeche girte hi petticoat reh gaya, phir woh bhi. Blouse poora khul chuka tha. Komal meri saamne nangi thi, sirf mangalsutra, nath, aur maang ka sindoor. Main pajama ke saath underwear bhi utaar kar palang ke paas khada raha. Mera lund pehle se tan chuka tha. Usne dekha, nazar nahi hatayi, aur apna ek haath aage badhaya.
“Idhar aao.”
Palang ki chamak thandi thi, hamari chamdi nahi. Komal let gayi, ghutne thode khule. Maine uski thighs ke beech jagah li. Uski chut geeli thi, ungli lagate hi uski saans ruk kar nikli. “Aah… aaram se, pehli baar hai mere liye bhi.” Maine ungli dheere ghumayi, chut ke upar wale naram hisse par ruka, phir andar li. Komal ne meri baah pakdi, na rokne ke liye, pakad ke rakhne ke liye.
Doosri ungli ke saath uski geelapan badhi. Meri ungliyon par uska pani tha. Usne meri gardan kheench kar chuma, daant se nahi, honth se. “Ab andar. Mujhe lagta hai main taiyar hoon.”
Maine lund uski chut ke muh par rakha. Kopar se Copar nahi, dheere dhakka diya. Pehla hissa andar gaya, Komal ki aankhen band huin, maang ka sindoor meri premurah se chipakne ko tha. Doosra dhakka. Uski chut ne pakda, sakht, phir dhila. Poora lund andar gaya to dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.
“Theek ho?” maine sirf itna poocha.
“Theek. Chal.”
Main hila. Palang ki lakdi ne ek baar awaaz di, phir hum us awaaz ko bhool gaye. Komal ke naakhun meri peeth par lage, na gehre ki khun nikle, bas pata chale ki woh maujood hai. Har dhakke par mangalsutra uski chhati ke beech uchalta. Maine ek haath uski chhati par rakha, nipple ungli ke neeche sakht tha, doosra haath uske baal ke neeche, maang ke sindoor ke kinaare.
“Zor se,” usne kaha, saans ke beech. “Itna nahi ki dard ho, lekin itna ki main mehsoos karun ki tum andar ho.”
Maine taiz kiya. Uski chut se geeli awaaz aane lagi, chhoti, sharamili nahi. Kamre mein diya ki doobi batti ab sirf dhuen ka ek dhaga thi. Andhera gehra hua to sirf chhoo kar pata chalta tha kaun kahan hai. Komal ne apni taangein meri kamar par lapet liin. Main gehra gaya, nikaala, phir gehra. Uske honth meri kaan ke paas the, kabhi naam, kabhi bas saans.
Usne seedha poocha
Beech mein usne meri chhati dhakel kar upar ki. “Ruko. Main upar aati hoon.” Hum ghume. Main let gaya, woh meri god mein baithi. Lund dubara uski chut mein gaya, is baar uske wazn se. Komal ne apne haath mere seene par tikaye aur hilne lagi, pehle sharmate hue, phir apni marzi se.
Uski chhatiyan mere chehre ke upar jhul rahi thi. Maine ek nipple munh mein liya, choosa. Komal ki awaaz badh gayi, phir usne khud ko daba liya, daant honth par. Neeche koi sun na le, yeh khayal aaya aur chala gaya. Haveli badi thi, neeche wale log bartan aur gana sambhalte honge.
Uske hilne ka andaaz badla. Woh aage jhuki, nath meri naak se lagi, aur mera lund ko andar tak baithati rahi. Meri hatheli uski gaand par thi, uski naram maas ko pakde hue. “Isi tarah,” usne kaha. “Yahan ruko… haan.” Uski chut ne lapeta, ek ladi si khinchti hui, aur woh kamp gayi. Maine uske kaan ke neeche chuma jab tak uska kampna dheema hua.
Phir usne meri taraf dekha. “Ab tum. Mujhe chodo. Poora.”
Maine usko neeche palat diya. Taangein khuli rakh kar lund andar tak mara. Palang ne is baar do awaazein diin. Komal ne meri baah kaat li, aankhen khuli rakh kar. Main tez hua, uski chut ki geelapan meri jangh tak behi. Ek lamha aisa aaya jab main nikalna chahta tha, lekin usne taangein kas liin. “Andar. Aaj raat andar.”
Main jama, ek lambi saans ke saath. Lund uski chut ke andar dhadka, pani uske andar gaya. Komal ne bhi ek aur kamp ke saath mujhe pakda. Dono kuch der aise hi rahe, paseena milta hua, mangalsutra meri chhati par thanda dhaaga.
Baad mein main uske bagal mein let gaya. Diya ab bilkul bujh chuka tha. Khidki se gali ki ek dur ki batti aa rahi thi. Komal ki ungli mere seene par ghoom rahi thi, bina soch ke, jaise ab hisaab mil gaya ho.
“Ghee zyada tha,” usne dheere kaha.
“Haan.”
“Kalash abhi bhi tedha hai.”
Maine sir uthaya. Mez par kalash sach mein ek kone ki taraf jhuka tha, jaimala farsh par hi padi thi. Doodh ke do steel ke glass mez ke doosre kone par the, oopar se malai jamne lagi thi. Rasm adhuri thi, aur kisi ne darwaza nahi khatkhataaya.
Komal ne nath nahi utari. Mangalsutra bhi gale par hi tha, ab uljha hua. Maine uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye. Sindoor meri chhati par ek gehra dhabba chhod chuka tha, garmiyon wale paseene ke saath faila hua. Usne woh dhabba dekha aur ponchha nahi.
“Neend aayegi?” maine poocha.
“Thodi. Tumhari baah ke neeche.” Woh meri baah par sar rakh kar let gayi. Meri taang uski taang ke upar thi. Kamra thanda ho raha tha, lekin chaddar hum dono ko kaafi thi. Main uski kamar par haath rakhe sota hua sa raha, poori neend nahi aayi, bas uski saans ginata raha.
Raat ke pichhle pehar ek scooter neeche gali se guzri. Komal palat kar meri taraf aur chipak gayi. Mera lund uski jangh se laga, dheema, phir uthne laga. Usne aankh kholi, dekha, aur sirf itna kaha, “Ab nahi. Subah tak yahi soo.” Maine haan ki. Woh dubara so gayi. Main uske baal ke geele kinaare ko dekhta raha, jahan sindoor aur paseena mil kar ek gehre rang ka ho gaye the.
Bartan leke utri
Subah ki pehli awaaz neeche se aayi. “Komal! Doodh garam hai, glasses utha lao beta!” Saas ki awaaz seedhi, bina shak ke, jaise rasm poori ho chuki ho aur ab nashta baaki ho.
Komal uth baithi. Aankhen soyi hui, honth suje. Usne meri kurta uthayi jo palang ke paon ke paas giri thi, pehn li. Kurta uske ghutnon tak aayi, mangalsutra kapde ke andar se ubhar raha tha. Lehenga wahi farsh par pada raha. Nath usne nahi lagayi, side table par rakh di.
Doosri awaaz phir aayi, is baar nazdeek, seedhi ke neeche. “Glasses bhi bhej dena, doodh kharaab na ho jaye!”
Komal ne mez se woh dono steel ke glass uthaye. Doodh raat bhar se jam chuka tha, upar se ek safed parat. Humne ek ghoont bhi nahi piya tha. Usne mujhe dekha, meri nangi kamar, seene par uska sindoor, palang par geeli chaddar. Koi lamba jumla nahi kaha.
“Main neeche jaati hoon. Tum kurta dhundh lena, yeh meri hai.”
Woh darwaza khol kar bartan leke utri. Seedhiyon par uske kadam dheeme the, glass ek doosre se takraaye, ek patli khanak. Main palang par baitha raha. Khidki ke paas tak gaya, palang se uth kar, bina kapda badle. Angan ki taraf jhankne par Komal dikhi, saas ke paas glasses pakdate hue, kurta ke asteen uski kalai tak latak rahe the.
Maine apna haath seene par phera. Sindoor ka dhabba wahi tha. Kurta meri nahi, uski pehni hui neeche ja chuki thi, aur mera kapda abhi bhi kursi ke peeche pada tha. Main us dhabbe ko ponchhne nahi gaya. Khidki ke kaude par haath rakh kar dekhta raha jab tak woh angan ke kone se rasoi ke darwaze ke andar gayi, doodh ke jamme glass dono haathon mein.
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