Speaker ki bass abhi bhi floor mein ghum rahi thi jab Keerthi ne remote mere haath se chheen liya aur volume ekdum band kar di.
Coimbatore ki is industrial gali mein India ke south ka garm hawa meri saans mein ghus raha tha. Hum dono pasine se tar the. Usne apna ghungroo wala pair aage badhaya aur seedhe meri aankhon mein dekha.
“Arjun, ab music nahi chalega.”
Uske honth par woh camera wali smile nahi thi. Maroon rehearsal blouse aur black leggings uski body par chipke the. Ghungroo ne ek chhoti jhankar di, phir khamoshi aa gayi.
Remote haath se chheena
“Ek seedha faisla de. Tu aaj yahin mere saath rukega ya apna track pant sambhal ke nikal jayega? Beech ka rasta nahi.”
Maine gardan par tuala phera. Kal subah uska song close-up tha. Main sirf freelance choreographer tha, alag contract, uski film ki tankhwa se meri rozi juda nahi thi. Phir bhi pet mein ek giravata sa aaya.
“Keerthi, tu heroine hai. Koi sheeshe ke bahar se jhaank liya to tera naam…”
“Naam mera hai,” usne kaha, awaaz ghatate hue. “Subah ka shoot alag rahega. Yeh raat meri marzi ki hai. Agar tera mann nahi, bol, main khud latch khol dungi.”
“Mann hai.”
Utna kaafi tha. Remote mirror ki patti par rakhte hi usne mera grey t-shirt pakad liya. Main uski kamar tak aaya. Uske baal gile the, maathe par ek latt chipki hui. Humne pehle halke se chuma, phir uski jeeb meri jeeb se takrai.
Uske honth namak aur lipstick ke beech the. Maine blouse ki back hook dhoondhi. Do koshishon ke baad hook khuli. Maroon kapda kandhon se khisak aaya. Uske stani pasine se chamak rahe the, nipple tight. Usne mera sar apni chhati se sata diya.
“Yahan, pehle yahan.”
Maine daahine stani ko muh mein liya. Woh ek dhakke se saans khinchi. Meri jeeb gol ghumni, daant sirf itna ke woh karah uthi. Dusre haath se main uski left nipple masalta raha. Leggings ke upar se uski chut garam thi, geeli lakir already kapde par utar aayi thi.
Bharat ke is kone mein raat ke das baje ke baad bhi workshop ki lights jal ti rehti hain, lekin andhar sirf hum dono the. AC ki thandi dhaar uske nange peeth par padi. Usne mera t-shirt upar se kheench kar fenk diya. Meri chhati uski chhati se takrai, paseena paseene se mila.
Main uski leggings ki elastic mein ungliyan daal kar neeche khincha. Woh pair uthati rahi, ghungroo bajte rahe, jab tak kapda takhne par atak kar nikal na gaya. Neeche kaala panty geela tha. Maine usko bhi utaar diya. Uski chut par baal trim the, fold suje hue, beech ki dhaar chamak rahi thi.
Keerthi ne khud meri track pant ki cord kholi. Mere underwear ke upar mera lund already tan ke khada tha. Usne kapda neeche kiya, lund bahar aaya, nasein ubhri hui. Usne mutthi ghumayi, slow, jaise beat count karti hai. Meri saans atak gayi.
“Maton par. Mirror ke saamne nahi. Koi shadow padegi to main khud ghabraungi.”
Hum practice maton par girte-sambhalte baithe. Thandi rubber meri pith ko chhui. Woh meri taangon ke beech aa gayi, baal mere pet par bikhre. Pehle usne mera lund ki nok choosi, jeeb se ched ghumaya, phir pura muh mein le liya. Gala tight hua. Maine uske baal pakde, lekin dhakka nahi diya. Usne khud rhythm pakda, thook se siskiyan, kabhi nok, kabhi jadh tak.
Thodi der baad usne muh hataya, honth chamakte. “Ab mujhe. Itna intezar nahi.”
Maine usko pith ke bal litaya. Uski thighs khuli. Meri ungliyan uski chut par pheli, do ungliyan geelapan mein ghusi. Andar garm, soojha hua. Usne meri kalai pakad kar aur andar dhakela. Main anguthhe se uski clit masalta raha, gol, phir tez. Uske kandhon ne mat ko daba diya. Paon ki ungliyan jakad gayin, ghungroo ek saath khanke.
“Arjun… ab lund.”
Maine apna lund uski chut ke muh par rakha. Geelapan se nok khisak kar klit se takrai, phir neeche slid hui. Ek dhakke mein sirf adha ghusa. Usne muh se hawa nikaali, aankhen band. Doosri dhakke par pura baith gaya. Uski chut ne jadh tak kas diya. Main ruka, lambi saans li, uski aankhen khuli to usme gussa nahi, bhook thi.
Phir main hila. Pehle lambe khinchaav, nikalte hue uski geeli diwar ko kheenchta, baithte hue uski clit se ragar. Usne apne stani dabaye, nipple ungliyon ke beech. Har dhakke par ghungroo ne alag taar chheda. Studio ki mirror door par hamari dhun dhundhli padti, lekin usne chehra us taraf nahi kiya.
“Jor. Aur jor. Main kaanch nahi hoon.”
Maine taangein uski kamar ke peeche karke utha li. Angle badla, lund uski chut ke uparwale hisse se ragad khane laga. Usne meri kamar pakad li, nakhun gade. Meri saans uske kaan par giri. Woh Tamil gaali-sa mix bolti rahi, kabhi mera naam, kabhi sirf awaaz. Main uske gale par honth ferata, namak chat-ta, lekin daant nahi gadata.
Beech mein usne mujhe dhakka dekar upar kiya, khud ghodi ban kar baithi. Uske stani meri nazron ke saamne jhule. Usne apni chut mere lund par utaari, poora, ek hi baithak mein. Phir woh khud hilne lagi, kamar gol, jaise song ka last antara. Maine uski hips tham kar uska weight sambhala. Har baithak par meri nok uske andar tak jaati. Uski aankhen geeli ho aayin, lekin rukne wali nahi.
“Yeh… yahi… mat nikal.”
Uske andar kasav badha. Maine angutha uski clit par rakha, do round, teesre par woh jhuki, baal mere muh par gir e. Uski chut ne mera lund ko dhak dhak karke nichoda. Geela pan meri janghon par beha. Uske baad bhi woh hilti rahi, halki, jaise lehra samet rahi ho.
Main ab bhi hard tha. Usne samajh te hi muskura kar neeche utari, pith meri taraf ki, haath mat par. Main peeche se ghusa, is baar tez. Uski gaand meri pet se takrati. Maine ek haath uski choti si kamar par, doosra uske stani par. Ghungroo ab pagal ki tarah baj rahe the. Usne sar uthaya, meri ungli muh mein le li, daant se dabaayi.
Itni der baad meri jadh garam ho chuki thi. Maine nikalna chaaha, lekin usne peeche haath bhej kar meri raakh pakad li. “Andar nahi. Pet par.” Main nikal aaya, lund uski pith ki lakeer par ragadta, phir uske bolne par uske stani aur pet par giraya. Safed dhaar uski nabi tak behi. Usne ungli pher kar dekha, hans padi, thaki hui.
Hum mat par karahte hue let gaye. Uski saans meri saans se takrati rahi. AC ne paseena thanda kiya. Blouse kone mein pada tha, leggings speaker ke paas. Mere track pant ghutnon tak hi the, poore utre nahi the. Usne apna ghungroo wala pair meri taang par rakh diya, ghanti ab dheemi.
Jo raat maton par bani
Maine socha tha aaj couch par hi let jaunga, subah se pehle uth kar steps dubara count karunga. Uske baal meri baanh par the, meri aankh band hone hi wali thi.
Tab compound ki taraf se doosri roshni aayi. Night watchman ki torch ki dhaar sheeshe ki door par phisli, rukti, phir doosri patti par chali. Keerthi ka jism kas gaya. Maine uska haath hataya, khud uth baitha.
“Woh round shuru ho gaya,” maine kaha, awaaz dabi. “Main yahin nahi ruk sakta.”
Usne sirf gardan hilaayi, blouse uthane lagi. Main sneaker pehenne laga, ek lace uljhi, doosri turant bandhi. Track pant upar ki, t-shirt ulta pehna, palatne ka time nahi tha. Torch dubara aayi, is baar kareeb.
Main back wali dastak wali door tak gaya, latch dheela kiya. Peeche mudkar dekha to Keerthi panty pehen chuki thi, ghungroo ab bhi pair mein, chehra shaant. Usne mujhe hath se ishara kiya, nikal ja.
Main lane ki garmi mein nikal aaya, joota abhi poora set nahi tha. Watchman ki torch studio ke front pane par ruki. Maine bike ki taraf nahi, sidhe gali ke andhere kone ki taraf kadam badhaye, kyunki aaj ruka toh woh andhar do logon ko pakad leta. Subah ke steps ab mere dimaag mein nahi the, sirf yeh ki main abhi, isi minute, yahan se gayab ho jaun.