Malini ne brush ko paani ke glass mein itni tez dabaaya ki kaala ink upar chhalak gaya. Do boond uski kalaai par giri, ek meri t-shirt ke kone par. Woh comics ke panel ke saamne khadi thi, jaise koi speech balloon khud toot padega.
“Yeh line abhi bhi tedi hai, Varun. Kal tumne kaha tha seedha kar doge.”
Maine sleeve se daag ponchha. “Seedha kiya tha. Tumne raat ko khud ink se dubara kheench diya.”
Jaipur, Bharat ke is garm shehar mein dopahar dhal rahi thi. Studio ki khidki se bazaar ki awaaz aa rahi thi, rickshaw, mitti, aur door kisi radio ka geet. Hum dono adult the, saal-ha-saal pages saath nikaalte the, lekin aaj har chhoti baat kat rahi thi.
Neela cotton kurta uski jean ke upar chipka hua tha. Kaala ink uski kalaai par sookh raha tha. Grey t-shirt meri peeth se chipak rahi thi. Drawing table par pencils ki katar, ek dried brush, aur kal ke printouts bikhre the.
Aaj shaam ko chhota comics adda tha. Gopal ne extra pamphlets maang rakhe the. Hindustan bhar ke chhote artists kabhi-kabhi aise adda mein apni strips dikhate hain, isliye Malini ne yeh zimmedari le li thi. Yahi social waada hamare beech tang sa khada tha.
Woh zimmedari jo beech mein khadi thi
Brush table par rakhte hi uska kandha gira. “Tum last hafte se ek kadam peeche ho. Maine kaha tha pehle pages khatam. Tumne samajh liya main kabhi nahi chahungi.”
Galatfahmi itni saaf thi ki meri saans atak si gayi. “Tumne kaha tha abhi nahi. Maine socha kaam ke aage sab band ho gaya.”
Woh meri taraf aayi, ink wali ungli meri t-shirt ke kapde par rakhte hue. “Pages khatam ho chuke hain. Posters chipak chuke hain. Jo maine kaha tha, woh hamesha ke liye nahi tha. Deadline ke baad ki baat thi.”
Uski aankhen gusse mein nahi thi. Thaki hui, seedhi thi. “Aaj main khud keh rahi hoon. Agar tum nahi chahte to yahin ruk jao.”
“Main chahta hoon.” Uska kalaai wala haath mere haath mein aa gaya. Ink geela tha, garam tha.
Phir dono ne ek doosre ko suna
Pehla chuma halka nahi tha. Munh par ink ki gandh thi, kapde par paseena tha. Uski aankhen band hote hi meri zubaan uske honth ke kone par ruki, phir andar gayi. Comics ke pages deewar par halke se hil rahe the, jaise koi extra panel gir pade.
Kurta ke pehle do button uski ungliyon se khule, teesra mere daanton se atka. Neela kapda uske kandhon se sarakte hi bra ka patta dikha, kaala, patla. Main uske gale se laga, naabhi tak saans chhodte hue. Woh hasi, phir woh hasi toot kar ek gehli awaaz ban gayi.
“Yeh panels dekh rahe honge,” usne kaha, meri t-shirt upar karte hue.
“To dekhne do. Unhone kaafi delayed letters bardasht kiye hain.”
T-shirt floor par giri. Uska haath meri chhati par phaila, phir neeche jeans ki belt tak gaya. Main uski kamar pakad kar table se thoda kheench laaya, taaki khidki wali dhoop sidha uski skin par na pade. Curtain pehle se aadha gira hua tha. Bahar rickshaw ki ghanti bajayi kisi ne, phir awaaz nikal gayi.
Jean ki zip usne khud kholi. Kapda ghutnon tak atka, main jhuka aur uski thighs ke andar munh rakha, kapde ke upar se. Garam thi. Uski ungliyan mere baal mein ghusi. “Yahin mat ruko,” usne kaha, lekin awaaz hukm jaisi nahi thi, bheegti hui thi.
Bra ka hook peeche se khula. Uske breasts haath mein bhari, naram, paseene se chipke. Main ek nipple munh mein liye raha jab tak uski kamar meri taraf kheenchti rahi. Phir dono jeans pairon se nikal kar table ke neeche pad gayi. Meri underwear abhi thi, uski panty kaala cotton, beech se geeli.
Gaddi deewar se satti hui thi, raat ko late drawing ke liye. Us par lete hi uski chut meri hatheli ke neeche aa gayi. Do ungliyan dheere ghusi, geelahat itni thi ki awaaz khud nikal aayi. Woh meri gardan kaatne lagi, na kaatne ke matlab mein, bas munh rakhne ke.
“Last hafte tumne door khade hokar coffee thandi ki,” usne saans ke beech kaha. “Maine socha meri baat tumhe bhari lagi.”
“Bhari nahi. Dar lagi. Ki main kaam ke beech ghus jaunga.” Meri ungliyan uski chut ke andar mudti rahi, angutha upar ghissta raha. Uski thighs meri kalai ko dabaye rakha.
Panty ek side ko sarki. Main neeche gaya. Zubaan uski chut par rakhte hi uski lambi saans tootii. Comics wali deewar ke saamne uske pair mere kandhon par chadh aaye. Main dheere chatta raha, kabhi tez, kabhi ruk kar uski aankhen dekhta. Woh dekhti rahi, sharm se nahi, hisaab se, jaise panel ka timing check kar rahi ho.
“Abhi… andar mat, pehle yahin,” usne kaha, phir khud has di. “Matlab zubaan. Lund baad mein. Main bol rahi hoon kyunki pehle nahi boli.”
Main wahi raha. Uski chut meri zubaan par kaanpne lagi, meri ungli ke saath. Jab uski kamar uthi, maine munh nahi hataya. Woh ek dabi hui awaaz nikaal kar mere baal ki mutthi kas ti nahi, kasti rahi, phir dheeli chhod di. Paseena uski chhati se neele kurta ke gire hue kone par behne laga.
Uske baad usne mujhe upar kheencha. Underwear sarke hi mera lund uski hatheli mein tha, garam, tight. Woh jhuki, munh mein liya, itna ki meri saans table ki kinare se takrai. Ink wali ungli meri jangh par tik gayi, kaala nishan chhodti hui. Main uske baal se hataya nahi, bas unke baal ki lakeer ke saath haath rakha.
“Itna mat lo ki main yahin gir jaun,” maine kaha.
Woh munh hata kar hans di. “To gaddi par gira do. Adda ke posters bahar hain, andar tum ho.”
Main uske upar aaya. Uski chut ke muhane par lund rakhte hi dono ruk gaye, ek pal ke liye, jaise koi extra frame save kar rahe hon. Phir dheere andar gaya. Geeli thi, tight thi, meri saans uski gardan mein tootii. Uski aankhen khuli rahi.
Pehle dhakke lambe the. Table ki pencils ek baar khanakti, phir shaant. Main uski thighs ke bahar se pakde raha, uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche uthati rahi. Kabhi ruk kar chuma, kabhi tez kiya jab usne heel se meri kamar dhakeli.
“Yeh… last hafte wala dar ab nahi,” usne kaha, daant honth par. “Ab sirf yeh.”
Hum palat gaye. Woh upar aa gayi, kurta ab bhi ek baazu par atka hua, baaki nanga badan. Uski chut mere lund par baithi, dheere, poora. Uske breasts mere munh ke saamne jhule. Main dono haath uski kamar par rakh kar uske rhythm ke saath uthha, lekin speed uski rahi. Deewar ke comics ke chehre humare upar mute khade the, speech balloon khaali.
Uski saans phooli. Main uski chut ki geelahat har baar neeche tak mehsoos karta raha. Kabhi woh rukti, meri chhati par haath rakh kar, phir dubara baithti. Meri ungliyan uski gaand ke upar bas hatheli rakhte hue thi, dabav ke liye, ghusne ke liye nahi. Usne sar hilaaya, maan liya wahi.
Gaddi ke kapde girte girte uski peeth se chipak rahe the. Main utha, usko saamne se pakad kar baithte hue andar hi raha. Ab chehra chehre ke paas tha. Uski aankhen nam thi, rone wali nahi. Chuma is baar dheema tha, jab neeche dhakke tez the. Yeh mismatch hi theek lag raha tha.
“Varun.” Sirf naam. Phir uski chut mera lund ko kasne lagi, ek ke baad ek. Main uski kamar pakad kar rukna chahta tha, lekin usne pairon se kas liya. “Yahin. Mujhe yahin chahiye.”
Main girte girte uske andar hi nikal aaya, garam, lamba. Uski ungliyan meri peeth par khurach gayi, phir dheeli pad gayi. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Main uske upar se hataya nahi, bas bojh kam kiya. Uska haath meri gardan par raha, ink ka nishan ab meri skin par bhi tha.
Kuch der sirf pankhe ki sarsarahat thi, aur bazaar ka door shor. Mera lund dheere bahar aaya, geelahat uski thighs par. Woh leti rahi, ek taang meri taang par. Kurta uske pet par gira hua, jaise koi extra cloth panel.
“Gopal ko pamphlets chahiye the,” maine dheemi awaaz mein kaha, hisaab nahi, sirf hawa nikalne ko.
“Gopal ko shaam ko pata chal jaayega.” Usne meri t-shirt ko pair se door dhakela. “Abhi mat uth.”
Main nahi utha. Uski chhati ke against meri kaan rahi, dhakdhak ginne ke liye nahi, bas rukne ke liye. Khidki se loo si aa rahi thi, lekin gaddi ke kone mein thandak thi. Uski aankhen band thi, honth khule.
Notice palat kar usne ruka
Thodi der baad woh uthhi, nangi pairon se floor par. Jean nahi pehni. Kurta hi daal kar darwaze tak gayi, jahan gatte ka tukda latka tha, us par kal ka likha: aaj shaam comics adda.
Cardboard palat diya. Khaali peeth bahar ko ho gayi. Latch nahi lagayi, sirf notice palat kar wapas aayi, aur mere paas gaddi par baith gayi, ink wali kalaai meri hatheli par rakhte hue.
“Aaj adda nahi. Yeh mera chunav hai, abhi ka.”
Maine uski kalaai ko apni mitti si ungliyon se dabaaye rakha. Bahar rickshaw phir guzri. Andar hum akele the, pages deewar par sukhe, aur uska haath mere haath mein geela.
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