Joota ka lace kheenchte hue meri ungliyan atak gayi. Shaam ki daud ke liye main bedroom ke kone mein jhukaa tha, kameez abhi palang ke kinare padi thi, aur Ritika bhabhi darwaze ki chaukhat par aisi khadi thi jaise unhone thaan liya ho ki aaj main asani se nikal nahi paunga.
Kanpur ke is ghane mohalle mein Bharat ki garmi abhi bhi deewaron par chipki hui thi. Pankha dheere ghum raha tha. Alok bhai roz ki tarah hardware ki dukaan par the, koi achanak bahana nahi, koi naya intezaam nahi, sirf unka roz ka kaam.
“Paanch minute. Itna to de.”
Unki awaaz mein jaldbaazi nahi thi. Cotton ki kameez gile se chipki thi, dupatta kandhe se phisalta raha, aur uski aankhen mere adhkhule jooton par atki rahi.
“Main sirf bhaagne jaa raha hoon, bhabhi. Saat baje se pehle laut aunga.”
Woh andar aayi aur lace ke upar apna pair rakh diya, itna halka ki dard nahi hua, bas rukaav. “Tu roz isi time nikalta hai. Do hafte se. Store room ke baad se.”
Maine seedhi kamar uthayi. Kameez abhi haath mein nahi aayi thi. Track pant ki nali jooton ke upar chadhi thi. “Woh galti thi. Main usko dobara nahi kheenchna chahta.”
Ritika bhabhi ne sir hilaya, inkaar ki tarah nahi, jaise koi hisaab milane aayi ho. “Main bhi nahi kheenchna chahti thi. Phir bhi kal raat main palang par leti rahi aur sochti rahi ki tu subah uth kar seedha joota bandh leta hai. Aaj main keh rahi hoon. Agar tu nikal gaya to main phir se chup ho jaungi, lekin chup meri marzi nahi hai.”
Daud ke jooton ke beech uski awaaz
Pankhe ki hawa dupatta ko phir kaanpne lagi. Main khada ho gaya, ek joota poora, doosra dhila. Unka haath mere kalai par aaya, pakad nahi, sirf rukne ka ishara.
“Alok mera bhai hai. Yeh ghar unka hai. Tu meri bhabhi hai.”
“Yeh main roz kehte kehte thak gayi hoon apne dimaag mein,” unhone kaha. “Main tujhe ghar se nahi nikaal rahi. Main tujhe abhi ke darwaze se nahi jaane de rahi, itna hi. Agar tu nahi chahta to nikal ja. Main yeh chaukhat nahi pakadungi.”
Unki ungliyan kalai se hat gayi. Woh ek kadam peeche hui. Consent wahi khatam ho gaya, koi dohraava nahi, koi lambi shart nahi. Maine dhila joota nikaal kar kone mein de mara aur uska haath thaam liya.
“Main yahin hoon.”
Pehla chuma jaldbazi wala tha, daanton se, jaise dono ko darr ho ki koi phir se lace bandh de. Uski saans meri gardan par garmi bankar tuti. Mainne kameez ke button nahi gine, sirf unki cotton ko upar ko sarkaaya, aur unhone mera baniyan kamar se kheench kar alag kar diya.
Palang ke kinare meri kameez gir gayi, uska dupatta pankhe ki hawa mein kursi tak pahuncha. Salwar ki naada unhone khud kholi, mere haath ko apni kamar par rakh kar. Skin garam thi, paseene ki patli lakeer pith ke beech utri hui. Maine uski thighs ke bahar wale hisse ko sahlaaya to woh mere kandhe par daant rakh kar hans padin, sharmahat se nahi, raahat se.
“Do hafte pehle tu dar gaya tha,” unhone meri gardan ke paas kaha. “Aaj dar ke bagair dekh.”
Main unhe palang par le aaya. Woh let gayi, baal takiye par phail gaye, meri ungliyan unke baal se hoker kaan ke peeche gayi. Chumne ka andaaz badla, ab muh dheere tha, neeche kameez ke hem tak. Unhone mera lund track pant ke upar se masla, itna sakht ki kapda tak nahi chhipa saka. Maine pant utari, phir unki panty, aur beech ki garmi ungliyon ko geeli mil gayi.
Uski chut sookhi nahi thi. Do hafte ka avoid, roz ki daud, roz ka door rehna, sab wahi geelapan ban kar nikal aaya. Maine halke se do ungliyan andar ki to unki kamar uth gayi, ek awaaz ruki hui nikalti, phir dabi.
“Aur andar.”
Muh ne ungliyon ki jagah le li. Meri zabaan unki folds ke beech ruki, gol, phir seedhi. Unhone mere baal pakad liye, zor se nahi, raste batane ke liye. Meri naak unki thighs ke beech dabi rahi, saans muskil, swad tez. Jab unki taangein meri gardan par kasin, maine sar uthaya.
Woh khud meri taraf khisakin, muh mere lund par le aayin. Garam, geela, aur itna hungama ki meri lambi saans tut gayi. Unhone neeche tak nahi liya pehli baar, sirf sirhra, zabaan se nass ke along, aankhen upar meri taraf. Main palang ki lakdi pakad kar khada raha, pair zameen par, taaki poora bhoj unke muh par na aa jaye.
“Abhi mat gira,” unhone muh hata kar kaha, awaaz bhari hui.
Maine unhe wapas takiyon par kiya. Apna ek haath unki kamar ke neeche gaya, doosra sine par. Entry dheere hui, kyunki geeli hone ke bawajood tight thi, aur dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Jab main poora andar hua, Ritika bhabhi ne meri pith par naakhun nahi gaday, sirf kanpati meri kanpati se sata di.
“Hila.”
Pehle dhakke chhote the. Palang ki paaye aawaz nahi karti thi, yeh ghar purana hai, lakdi sadi nahi, bas aadi. Mainne unki ek taang apne kandhe par uthayi to kona badal gaya, gehraai badh gayi. Uski aankhen band nahi thin. Woh dekh rahi thin, jaise daud se bhaagta aadmi ab ruk kar hisaab de raha ho.
Hindustan ke aise gharo mein deewarein patli hoti hain, isliye humne awaazein dabi rakhin. Kabhi unka muh mere bazu par daba, kabhi meri hathaili unke honthon par. Pace badha to unki chut ne pakad liya, geela sunne laga, aur meri kamar apni marzi se chalne lagi.
Unhone meri kamar pakad kar neeche ko kheencha. “Yahin. Yahin rakh.”
Main wahi raha. Chhoti hilaa-hilai, unki clit ke khilaf apni pubic bone, jab tak unki taangein kaanpne lagin. Unka haath mere haath ko sine se hata kar apni chut ke upar le aaya, khud ki ungli ke saath meri dhakke. Jab unka jism kasaa, andar ki lehar ne mera lund masal diya, aur unhone meri gardan mein daant rakh kar ek dabaa sa shabd chhoda.
Main nikalne hi wala tha. Unhone taangein meri kamar par lapet liin. “Andar nahi. Bahar.”
Main nikal aaya. Hathaili se do-teen dhakke, aur girna unki pet ki naram khal par hua, garam, chipchipa. Woh dekh rahi thin, saans abhi bhi tez, aankhon mein wohi hisaab jo darwaze par tha, ab thaka hua, khush.
Paseena dono ke sine par tha. Maine apna baniyan uthaya aur unki pet saaf ki, phir apni. Woh palang se uthi, salwar pehle, kameez baad mein, naada ab itni tight nahi. Dupatta kursi se uthaya, kandhe par dala, jaise koi roz ka kapda ho.
Main track pant pehna, joota wapas. Lace is baar atka nahi. Kameez bhi pehn li, kyunki daud ab bhi karni thi, aur mohalle mein paseena alag dikhta hai, yeh nahi.
Chai se pehle gate tak
Ritika bhabhi bathroom nahi gayi. Woh kitchen ki taraf nikalin, bartan ki aawaz aane se pehle rukin, aur peeth meri taraf kiye kaha, “Saat baje se pehle aa. Chai thandi nahi karni.”
Courtyard ke tap se paani tapak raha tha. Main gate tak gaya, haath kundi par, peeche mud kar dekha. Woh chaukhat par nahi thin ab. Kitchen ke dhuyen ka halka sa smell aa raha tha, adrak, roz ka.
Jooton ne aangan ki eent par khatkhat ki. Shaam ab bhi garmi liye hue thi, Kanpur ka woh time jab dukanen khuli rehti hain aur log daud ke naam par sirf paseena nikaalte hain. Main nikal gaya, is baar lace bandh kar, aur unki nazar peeche nahi aayi, sirf bartan ki ek aur aawaz, jaise ghar wapas apni dhun mein aa gaya ho.