Meera bhabhi ki ungli meri kameez ke pehle button par atak gayi, jaise main drawing room se nikal hi jaane wala tha. “Paanch baje Kavita ka godh bharai hai, Rohan. Tum saath chalogee, aur pehle wala bakwas waada yaad rakhna.”
Main ruka. Gwalior ki dupahar itni sookhi thi ki pankha sirf garam hawa ghumata raha, jaise poore Bharat ke andarle shehron mein garmi ghar ke andar baith jaati hai. Uski petticoat ghutnon tak thi, blouse ke teen button band, sari abhi bhi ironing board par geeli si padi thi.
“Kaunsa waada?” maine poocha, awaaz ko halka rakhte hue.
Uski aankhen meri taraf uthi. “Jo tumne khud kaha tha. Vikram ke ghar mein devar bhabhi wala khel nahi. Door rehna. Kal raat tumne meri kamar par haath rakh diya tha jab main thali utha rahi thi. Main bhooli nahi.”
Woh thali ab dining table par thi, chandi ki katori mein dry fruits bhar kar. Kavita ke hall tak le jaane ke liye. Social kaam tha, naatak nahi. Colony ki auratein dekhengi ki Meera bhabhi akeli nahi aayi.
Main uske itne kareeb khada tha ki uski saans meri collarbone par padi. “Kal raat main sirf thali sambhal raha tha. Tum jhuk gayi thi.”
“Jhuth,” usne kaha, lekin uska haath button se nahi hata. “Tum jaante ho kya ho raha tha. Isliye maine kaha, aaj se line ke us paar mat aana.”
Maine uski ungli ko button se chhudaaya nahi. Sirf itna kaha, “Agar tumhe meri wajah se sharm aati hai to main neeche parking mein wait kar leta hoon.”
Woh hans padi, chhoti si, gusse wali nahi. “Parking mein nahi. Yahan khade raho aur pallu sambhalo. Ye sari slip karti hai.”
Paanch baje ka darr
Maine pallu uthaya. Kapda garam tha, stri ki bachi hui garmi usme thi. Meera bhabhi ne petticoat ki nara kas ti nahi, balki kasti hui ek baar meri taraf dekha, phir apna kandha ghumaya. Blouse ka peeth wala hook ek ungli se chhoot sa raha tha.
“Pakdo,” usne kaha. “Nahi to yeh godh bharai se pehle gir jaayega.”
Mera haath uske peeth par gaya. Hook metal ka tha, garam nahi, lekin uski skin uske neeche thi. Maine socha line ke baare mein, uske waade ke baare mein, aur phir bhi hook ko set karte hue meri ungli uski kamar ke upar ruki.
Woh kaanp gayi. “Rohan.”
“Hook lag gaya.”
“Tumhari ungli nahi hati.”
Maine hatayi nahi. Uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche ghumi, jaise woh khud faisla le rahi ho. Pallu mere doosre haath se phisalne laga. Hum dono ne ek saath usse pakda, aur uski chhati meri kameez se takrai.
Uski aankhen band hui, phir khuli. “Yeh us waade ke khilaaf hai.”
“To bolo ruk jaaun.”
Usne jawab ke bajaye mera honth pakad liya. Chumma geela nahi tha pehle pal, sirf ek dhakka, jaise koi darwaza andar se kholta hai. Phir uski jeebh aayi, aur maine uski petticoat ki nara ko ungli se mehsoos kiya.
Drawing room ka sofa hamare peeth ke peeche tha. TV band tha. Khidki ki grille par dhool thi, Gwalior ki wohi peeli dhool jo Madhya Pradesh ke is kone se lekar poori India ke verandah tak chalti hai. Koi neeche gali se guzra, cycle ki ghanti bajayi, aur hum dono ek pal ke liye alag hue.
Meera bhabhi ne saans li, lambi saans. “Paanch baje se pehle kapde theek karne hain.”
“Abhi teen hi baje hain,” maine kaha.
Usne meri jeans ki belt pakdi. “Do ghante mein bhi yeh galti nahi mitegi.”
Phir bhi usne belt kholi. Meri kameez ke button usne khud khole, ek ek karke, jaise ginti kar rahi ho. Main uske blouse ke saamne wale button par gaya. Pehla khula, doosra atka, teesra uski chuchi ke upar se sarak gaya. Uski chuchiyan blouse ke cup se bahar aayi, garam, aur maine munh jhuka kar ek ko honth se dabaaya.
Uski ungliyan mere baal mein ghusin. “Ahista. Niche awaaz jaayegi.”
Maine ahista kiya, lekin chhodha nahi. Uski chuchi meri jeebh par sakht ho gayi. Petticoat ke neeche uski thighs meri jean ke khurdurpan se ragad khane lagi. Woh peeche hat kar sofa ki baanh se lagi, aur maine ghutnon ke bal uske saamne baithte hue petticoat uthaya.
Kapde ke neeche panty geeli thi. Maine kacha sa cotten side ko sarkaaya aur uski chut par munh rakh diya. Eek si awaaz uske gale se nikli, phir usne apna ek haath apne munh par dabaaye rakha.
Uski chut namak aur sabun mili hui thi, subah ke nahaane ki. Maine jeebh se beech ki lakeer ko haath ki tarah padha. Woh meri sar ko apni thighs ke beech dabaati rahi. Meri ungliyon ne uski geeli haddi ke aas paas ghumaya, andar nahi, sirf dabaav, jab tak usne khud apni kamar aage nahi ki.
“Andar,” usne kaha, munh ke peeche se.
Maine ek ungli daali. Uski chut ne pakad liya. Doosri ungli ke liye jagah usne khud di, pair chauda karke. Sofa ki baanh uski kamari ke peeche dharti ban gayi. Main neeche se uski chut choosta raha, upar se ungliyan dheemi, phir tez.
Uska lund nahi, mera lund jeans ke andar dabaa dard kar raha tha. Maine zip utari. Jeans ghutnon tak aayi. Usne neeche dekh kar sirf itna kaha, “Abhi mat. Pehle mujhe.”
Maine uske clit par honth rakh diye. Uski saansein unki saans ki tarah nahi, tooti hui thi. Woh meri kameez ke kandhe ko masalti rahi, phir achanak ruk gayi.
“Bas. Ab kapde. Hum late ho jaayenge.”
Yeh wohi waada tha, doosri bhasha mein. Main hata, honth geele, jeebh par uska swaad. Woh khadi hui, blouse abhi bhi khula, panty ek taang par atki. Ironing board ki sari uske haath tak aayi.
Tab side table ka phone kampa.
Call ke baad naya irada
Screen par Kavita ka naam tha. Meera bhabhi ne ek pal dekha, phir speaker on kiya, jaise dono haath sari sambhalne mein lage hon.
Kavita ki awaaz andar aayi, thaki hui. “Meera, sun na. Doctor ne aaj bistar pakadne ko kaha. BP upar hai. Godh bharai kal subah nahi, abhi ke liye cancel. Hall wale ko bol diya. Tum dry fruits mat lana. Ghar pe hi rakh lo.”
Meera bhabhi ne meri taraf dekha. Blouse ke khule pane mein uski chhati ab bhi meri nazar mein thi. “Theek hai. Tu rest kar. Main aaj nahi aaungi.”
Call katte hi usne phone ko screen neeche rakh diya. Sari uske haath se ironing board par wapas giri, jaise uska wazan achanak badh gaya ho.
“Tum samajh rahe ho na,” usne dheere kaha. “Kal raat wala waada isliye tha ki paanch baje se pehle koi galti na ho jaaye. Colony dekh leti. Yeh ghar, yeh devar, yeh bhabhi. Main tumhe mita nahi rahi thi.”
Maine jeans ko ghutnon se upar nahi khincha. “To ab?”
Woh sofa par wapas aayi, panty poori utaar kar ek taraf fekti hui. “Ab jaane ki jagah nahi bachi. Aur main jhooth bolna nahi chahti ki mujhe nahi chahiye.”
Usne mera lund haath mein liya. Hatheli garam thi. Dheere se upar neeche, jaise naap rahi ho. Phir woh mere god mein baithi, petticoat kamar par hi ikattha, aur uski chut mere lund ke sir par ragar khane lagi.
“Condom nahi hai,” maine kaha, kyunki daciest baat yahi thi.
“Nikalna,” usne kaha. “Bahar. Itna sambhal sakte ho to sambhalna.”
Usne khud ko neeche kiya. Uski chut dheere dheere khuli, sir pehle, phir aur. Main uski thighs pakad kar ruka, usko time diya. Jab woh poori baithi to dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Uski aankhen meri aankhon mein rahi, na sharm se hatin, na naatak ki.
Maine uski chuchiyon ko dono hatheliyon se uthaya aur munh lagaya. Woh upar neeche hili, pehle chhoti, phir lambi. Sofa ki spring ek baar chikhi, usne hansi dabayi, phir meri gardan mein munh chhupa liya.
“Aur andar,” usne kaha. “Itna nahi ki dard ho, lekin ruko mat.”
Maine kamar uthayi. Uske andar geelapan badh gaya tha. Meri ungliyan uski kamar ke peeche ghumi, uske kandhon ko nahi, uske neeche wale gaddar hisson ko pakad kar. Har baar jab woh neeche aati, uski chut meri jadh tak leti, aur ek geeli awaaz hoti jo khidki tak ja sakti thi.
Maine uska munh apne munh se band kiya. Chumma is baar lamba tha. Uski jeebh meri jeebh se ladti rahi. Petticoat ke kapde beech mein guchhe ho gaye, maine unhe kamar par hi rehne diya. Blouse uske baazuon par latka, nahi utra poora, nahi wapas band hua.
Woh meri kameez ke khule pane mein apna gaal rakh kar boli, “Kal raat tum samjhe the main naraz hoon. Main darti thi ki agar ek baar shuru hua to main rok nahi paungi.”
Maine jawab mein uski chut ko aur bhar diya, dheere, phir ek tez dhakka. Uski awaaz meri kameez ke kapde mein dabi. Uski ungliyan meri peeth ki haddi par chali, naakhun nahi, sirf dabaav.
Hum wahan god mein hi rahe. Koi naya kamra nahi, koi darwaza band karne ka naatak nahi. Drawing room ki dhool, chandi ki katori, ironing board, yeh sab waise ke waise. Sirf uski thighs meri jeans ke khule kane par ragad rahi thin, aur mera lund uski chut ke andar phool kar dard karne laga.
Usne speed badhai. Uski chuchiyan meri chhati se takrati thin. Maine ek haath neeche le ja kar uski clit ko anguthe se ghumaya, uske hilne ke saath milate hue. Uska pair sofa se utar kar farsh par tika, taaki woh khud ko poora gira sake.
“Abhi,” usne kaha, aur uski chut ne lapak kar pakad liya. Geela aur tight, ek ke baad ek kanp. Maine uski kamar ko apni god mein dabaaye rakha jab tak woh meri gardan par daant nahi rakhne lagi, kaatne ke liye nahi, sirf rokne ke liye.
Uske baad meri bari aayi, jaldi. Maine usko uthane ki koshish ki. Woh thodi der ruki, samajh gayi, phir uth kar mere lund ko haath se bahar nikala aur neeche jhuk kar usko apni chuchiyon ke beech nahi, apni petticoat ke kapde par nahi, apni hatheli aur petticoat ke upar wale hisson par le aayi. Maine jhadte hue uske petticoat ke kapde par hi giraya, ek gadda sa geela nishaan.
Woh wahi baithi rahi, saans ko thik karti. Mera lund uske haath mein dheela hota raha. Humne kapde nahi badle. Jeans meri taangon par hi rahi. Blouse uske baazuon par.
Jo usne ab chuna
Side table par phone dubara nahi kampa. Chandi ki katori wahi thi, dry fruits dhoop mein chamak rahe the. Meera bhabhi ne pallu nahi uthaya. Sari ironing board par padi rahi, jaise koi mehmaan adhoora chhod gaya ho.
Usne apna haath mere khule seene par rakha. “Vikram ko Bhopal se raat ko call aayegi. Main kuch nahi bolungi jo jhooth lage. Aaj ka yeh ghar, yeh sofa, yeh main khud thi.”
Maine uski aankhen dekhi. Uski aankhen geeli thin, rone se nahi. “Aur waada?”
Usne phone uthaya, Kavita ko nahi, society hall wale group ko bhi nahi. Screen ko andhera karke usne device ko table par patka, screen neeche. Phir usne meri kameez ke do button wapas nahi lagaye. Ulta, meri jeans ko ghutnon se poora neeche nahi, bas itna sarkaaya ki woh meri taang ke bagal mein sofe par baith sake.
“Abhi kapde nahi,” usne kaha. “Abhi main yahi baithi rehungi. Tum bhi. Jo jaana tha woh ruk gaya. Jo rukna tha woh nahi ruka.”
Uska sar mere kandhe par aa gaya. Petticoat ka geela nishaan hum dono ke beech thanda padne laga. Main uski kamar par haath rakhe sofe ki baanh se laga raha, na uthne ko, na sari uthane ko. Usne apni ungli meri kameez ke beech rakh kar dabayi, ek chhoti si jagah, jaise wahi uska aaj ka faisla ho.