Gajar ki last strip kaat hi raha tha ki Malini ne meri kati hui sabzi wale bartan ko haath se dhak diya. Chaku mere haath mein hi atak gaya. Usne stove ki aanch ekdam neeche kar di, phir meri taraf dekha jaise Sunday ki yeh aadat ab uske liye kaafi nahi thi.
Bhubaneswar ki is purani colony mein hum dono mahino se aise hi milte the. India ke is poorvi sheher ki garmi shaam tak dheemi pad chuki thi, ceiling fan tez ghuma, aur dal dekhti reh gayi.
“Parth, aaj kaatna band kar. Mujhe seedha jawab chahiye. Hum abhi yahin sex karein, ya main bartan dhak kar chali jaun?”
Uski awaaz mein koi khel nahi tha. Kurti ka gala paseene se chipka tha, jeans ki zip tak ek chhota tel ka chhitka laga tha jo subah ke parathe se bacha hoga. Main bartan ki dhakkan se ungli hata kar chaku board par rakh diya.
“Dal jalegi,” maine kaha, lekin yeh bahana tha. Dosti Sunday ki sabzi jaisi thi, kaam ke beech atki hui, aur uska sawal us dosti ko kaat raha tha.
Woh bartan par hi khadi rahi. “Jalne de. Haan ya na. Beech ka rasta mat nikal.”
Fan ki hawa meri gardan par padi. Maine gas ki knob ghumakar aanch band ki, phir uske kareeb ek kadam liya. “Haan. Abhi.”
Usne meri t-shirt ka pehla button nahi khola, seedha meri kamar par haath rakh kar mujhe counter se sata diya. Honth namak aur kachi gajar jaisa lage. Main uske honth ke neeche se saans liya, uski aankhen itni kareeb thi ki pankhe ki roshni unmein tuti.
Jawab ke turant baad
Kurti ka hem uski thighs tak chadha. Maine apna ek haath uski kamar par rakha, doosra uske baal se hata kar gardan ke peeche. Woh meri pajama ki cord kholti rahi, jaldi mein ek ganth aur tight ho gayi, phir has di.
“Yeh bhi teri tarah sochta hai.”
Maine ganth kholi. Pajama dhila hua. Uski jeans ki button metal ki thandi thi. Zip neeche aayi to panty ka kaala kinara dikha, geela nahi, lekin garam. Kitchen ki tile meri badi ungli ke neeche thandi lagi, uski skin nahi.
Khidki adhi khuli thi. Neeche gali se rickshaw ki ghanti bajayi kisi ne, door. Malini ne sir uthaya. “Band kar, warna aunty ko meri saans sunai degi.”
Main khidki ke paas gaya, kundi lagayi, wapas usi counter par. Usne meri t-shirt upar se kheench kar sofa ke kinare nahi, sink ke paas ke hook par latka di. Practical, jaise bartan. Main uski kurti ke buttons kholne laga, ek chhoot gaya to usne khud kheench kar utar di.
Bra kali thi, thin strap. Maine cup ke upar se chuchi dabayi to uski saans meri haddi par lagi. “Halki mat kar,” usne kaha. “Main yahin isliye ruki thi.”
Uski chuchi munh mein leti, namak ke baad doodh jaisa nahi, sirf garam chamdi. Meri jeebh ghumi to usne meri gardan pakad li. Jeans ab ghutnon tak thi. Maine uski panty sideways ki, ungli uski chut ke upar pheri, geelapan already tha, kitchen ke paani se alag.
“Andar se shuru mat kar,” usne meri kaan ke paas kaha. “Pehle dekh, main kaisi khadi hoon.”
Counter ki edge uski gaand ke neeche aa gayi. Maine uski thighs kholi, muh jhuka, jeebh uski chut ke beech se upar ko. Woh mere baal pakad kar khud ko meri taraf kheenchti rahi. Ek awaaz nikalti to daba leti, jaise pados ke bathroom ka tap yaad aa gaya ho.
Mera lund pajama ke andar se nikal aaya tha, sink ki thandi edge se takraya, phir uski kalai ne pakad liya. Usne do baar upar neeche kiya, dheere, phir ruk gayi. “Khada hai. Ab baat khatam. Mujhe chhod.”
Main khada hua, uske kareeb. Uski aankhen meri taraf thi, sawal wapas nahi aaya. Maine lund uski chut ke muh par rakha, geele se sarak kar andar gaya, dheere, kyunki counter ki height meri taraf jhukti thi. Uski kamar meri hatheli mein kasi. Pehle dhakke par usne meri shoulder kaat li, naakhon se nahi, dant se halka.
“Aur andar.”
Maine dhakka diya. Uski chut ne pakad liya, garam, tight, bartan ke dhakkan jaisa nahi, zinda. Har dhakke par uski thighs meri kamar se takrati. Ceiling fan ki hawa meri peeth par padi, uski chuchiyon par nahi, kyunki meri chhati unse chipki thi.
Beech mein dal ki khushbu ab bhi thi, thandi hoti hui. Yeh ghar Bharat ke kai kitchen jaisa tha, masale ki geeli mitti, lekin aaj masala kaam nahi kar raha tha. Maine uski ek taang uthayi, uski panty ghutne par atki rahi. Lund tez gaya, nikalta, phir ghusta.
“Zor se,” usne kaha, phir khud thoda hasi. “Itna bhi nahi ki neeche wale sunlein.”
Maine rhythm badla, chhota, tez, uski chut ki geelapan meri jangh tak behne laga. Uska haath mere baal mein tha, doosra sink ki tap par, metal thanda. Jab uski saans tezi se uthne lagi, maine uski chuchi dobara munh mein li. Woh meri kamar ko apni taraf kheenchti rahi, jaise faisla ab bhi uske haath mein ho.
Ek pal ke liye meri nazar kati gajar par chali gayi, narangi strips, adhoori. Usne mera chehra ghumaya. “Wahan mat dekh. Mujhe dekh.”
Main uski aankhen mein raha. Dhakke gahre hue. Uski chut sikudi, mera lund ko dabaya, phir chhodi. Maine uske kaan ke neeche chuma, namak, phir uski gardan. Woh meri kamar ke neeche haath le gayi, meri gaand pakad kar aur ander khincha.
“Ab nikal mat.”
Maine nahi nikala. Tez kiya. Counter ki dawai ki bottle hil gayi, maine haath badha kar pakad li, wapas rakh di. Yeh chhota sa rukna usko pasand nahi aaya. Usne meri kamar maror kar wapas andar le liya.
Paseena uske baal ki maang se tapka, meri chhati par. Meri ungliyon ne uski gaand dabayi, uski thighs kaampin. Uski awaaz dabi hui nikalti, “Parth,” sirf naam, koi lambe jumle nahi. Main usi naam ke saath dhakka deta raha.
Jab uski chut zor se kasi, uski taang meri peeth par kheench aayi. Maine lund andar hi rakha, dhakke chhote kiye, uske climax ke sath chalta raha. Uski saans meri gardan par toot ti rahi, phir dheemi hui. Usne meri peeth thapthapayi, jaise bas, ab tu bhi.
Maine nikal kar do dhakke bahar diye, phir uski maang ke upar, uski chut ke upar, lund se ragda. Cum uski pet ki line par gira, thoda uski chut ke baal par. Woh dekh kar hans di, thaki hui, seedhi.
“Napkin sink ke peeche hai. Tu jaanta hai.”
Maine napkin liya, uski pet saaf ki, phir khud. Uski jeans ab ek pair ki tarah floor par padi thi. Bra hook ke paas nahi thi, counter par, gajar ke bowl ke bagal. Usne panty seedhi ki, jeans uthayi, zip lagayi bina jaldi ke, lekin bina rukne ke bhi.
Main pajama ki cord bandh raha tha. T-shirt hook se utari, pehni. Woh kurti ke buttons galat hole mein daal kar nikal kar sahi karti rahi. Kitchen wapas kitchen lag raha tha, lekin dal ki surface par ek patli thandi parat aa chuki thi.
Dal thandi pad gayi
Malini ne bartan ki dhakkan uthayi, ek jhalak mari, wapas rakh di. “Aaj yeh nahi khane wali.” Yeh saza nahi thi, hisab tha. Sunday ka khana usne khud kaat diya tha jab usne mera kaatna rok diya tha.
Chappal darwaze ke paas thi. Usne pehni, tote nahi uthaya kyunki tote laayi hi nahi thi. Sirf phone counter se uthaya, lock screen par time dekha, phone jeans ki jeb mein daala.
“Kal office hai,” usne kaha. “Aaj jo maanga, woh mil gaya. Ab cooking buddy wala natak mat karna jab main agla Sunday aaun.”
Maine kuch nahi kaha jo lambe izhaar jaisa ho. Sirf nod kiya. Usne darwaza khola, corridor ki tube light andar aayi, phir band kiya. Lift ka button bahar se dabne ki ahati aayi, dheemi, practic. Main board par pade chaku ko uthaya, gajar ki adhoori strips dekhi, chaku wapas rakh diya.
Gas band tha. Fan chal raha tha. Bowl dhakka hua tha, uske haath ka kaam. Main sink ke paas khada raha, uski chhodi hui jagah par, jab tak lift ki ghanti neeche jaane lagi.