“Tumne last month kaha tha door rahoge, phir aaj mere bedroom mein khade ho,” Ritika ne meri kalaai pakad kar kaha. Living room se kitaabon aur hansi ki awaaz aa rahi thi, lekin uski aankhen sirf mujh par thi.
Maine uski pakad nahi hataayi. “Maine door rehne ki baat is liye ki thi ki tumne kaha tha tumhe space chahiye. Yeh nahi kaha tha ki main tumse kheencha hua rehna chahta hoon.”
Ritika ki saans tez ho gayi. Maroon kurti uske seene par kasi hui thi, kaale jeans uski thighs par chipke the, aur uske baal kandhon par bikhre the. Kamra chhota tha. Bed ke kinare folding chair thi, khidki ki grille par shaam ki dhundhli roshni pad rahi thi.
Hum Ahmedabad ke is chhote flat ke andar the. Garmi waisi thi jaise poore Bharat ke pashchim kinare par shaam ko chhaati hai, aur pankha upar se ek hi dhun mein ghoom raha tha.
Bahar book club ke log Smita ka intezaar kar rahe the. Hum dono ne milkar us poet ko aaj ki mehfil ke liye bulaya tha, aur yeh zimmedari ab bhi hamare sar par thi. Phone par Smita ne bataya tha ki rasta jam hai, lagbhag bees minute aur lagenge.
Smita ke late hone ki khabar aate hi Ritika mujhe is kamre mein le aayi thi. Darwaza peeche band ho gaya tha. Bahar ke logon ko lagta hoga hum last minute arrangement dekh rahe hain. Andar sirf woh purani baat thi jo last month adhuri reh gayi thi.
“Space ki baat maine is liye ki thi kyunki mujhe laga tumhe sirf dosti se matlab hai,” Ritika ne kaha. “Us din tumne mera haath chhod diya tha. Maine samjha main aage nikal gayi.”
Main hans diya, lekin woh hansna seedha nahi tha. “Main dara hua tha. Mehfil ke beech tumhare muh par muh rakhna mujhe us waqt galat laga. Wahi galti aaj saaf ho rahi hai.”
Ritika ne mera haath apni kamar par rakh diya. Kurti ke neeche uski twacha garm thi. “Toh ab kya, Mihir? Bahar log baithe hain, aur main yahan tumhe rokna chahti hoon.”
“Rukna ho toh ab kaho,” maine dheemi awaaz mein kaha.
“Mat ruk,” usne meri shirt ka pehla button kholte hue jawab diya. “Main samajh gayi. Tum bhi samajh gaye.”
Mehfil ke beech wada toot gaya
Uske ungliyon ne doosra button bhi khol diya. Main uske kareeb gaya, aur Ritika ne khud meri gardan pakad li. Usne chuma jaise koi hisaab nikal raha ho. Muh par muh, daant halka sa, saans milti hui.
Living room ki awaaz ab bhi aa rahi thi. Koi kavita padh kar practice kar raha tha. Hum akele is kamre mein the, lekin poori tarah alag nahi. Ritika ki aankhen band hui, phir khuli, phir meri shirt ke teesre button tak pahunch gayi.
Kurti ka hem mere haath mein aa gaya. Woh khud bahar nikalne lagi, maroon kapda sir ke upar se utra, aur uske stani black bra mein ubhar kar saamne aa gaye. Bra ka hook peeche se khula, aur uski chhati meri hatheliyon mein aa gayi, naram aur garm.
Ritika ki awaaz nikal aayi, dabi hui. “Dheere nahi, Mihir. Time kam hai, lekin main adhoori nahi rehna chahti.”
Uske stani muh mein aaye, pehle dayein, phir bayein. Nipple par zabaan phirte hi uski ungliyan mere baal mein ghus gayi. Uski kamar meri taraf dhakki, jeans ki zip meri ungli ke neeche aa gayi, thodi si atki, phir neeche sarki.
Kaale jeans ghutnon tak utre, phir poori tarah farsh par gir gaye. Pink underwear geeli dikh rahi thi, kapde ki dhaari gehri. Ritika ne khud woh kapda bhi utar diya aur bed ke kinare let gayi, taange khuli, meri taraf dekhte hue, saans ab bhi tez.
Kapde utarte waqt kursi se takra gaya mera ghutna, lekin rukna nahi tha. Shirt kursi par giri, trousers neeche hue. Underwear ke andar mera lund kasa hua tha. Ritika ne haath badha kar pakad liya, aur uski mutthi ne ek slow movement diya jo meri saans bhaari kar gaya.
Uske ghutnon ke beech jhukte hi uski chut geeli mili, naram, khuli. Zabaan lagte hi usne pillow ka kona muh par daba liya taaki bahar awaaz na jaaye. Upar neeche, kabhi clit par ruki, kabhi andar tak gayi, uske swad mein namak aur garmi dono the.
Ritika ki thighs mere kandhon ke dono taraf kas gayi. “Wahan, wahi,” usne kaha, poori line nahi bani. Wahi ruka, tez nahi, lagataar, jab tak uska pet uncha nahi hua aur uski awaaz ek kaampe hue saans mein toot nahi gayi.
Andar jo hua woh bilkul seedha tha
Upar kheenchte hue usne meri gardan par muh rakh diya. “Ab andar. Abhi.” Bed par uske upar aate hi mera lund uski chut ke muh par laga, geelapan se phisalne laga, aur dheere se andar gaya. Garam, tight, poori tarah, jaise last month ka rukna ab nikal raha ho.
Peeth uski hatheliyon ne pakad li. Pehle dhakke halke the, phir gehre. Hum dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Pankha upar ghoom raha tha, lekin paseena phir bhi seene par behne laga. Uski kamar pakad kar rhythm mein raha, kabhi tez, kabhi ruk kar gehra, har baar uski aankhen meri taraf uth ti thin.
Pair usne meri kamar ke peeche jaal diye. Har dhakke par uski chut ne mere lund ko kheencha. Bahar koi hans diya, aur ek pal ke liye dono ruke. Sir hila kar usne kaha, “Mat ruko. Unko kavita sunai de rahi hai, hum nahi.”
Apna ek haath uske seene par rakha, doosra uski thighs ke neeche. Koi khel nahi tha, sirf wahi baat jo last month adhuri thi, ab body se nikal rahi thi. Ritika ne neeche se dhakka diya, maangti hui, aur main usi maang par chala.
Palat te hue usne mujhe neeche kar diya. Ab woh upar thi, khidki ki roshni uske baal par pad rahi thi. Mera lund dubara andar liya, aur khud hili, halke se nahi, poori marzi se. Meri hatheliyan uski chhati par thin, uski aankhen meri aankhon se mili, bina sharm ke.
“Yeh dosti ka hisaab nahi tha,” usne saans ke beech kaha. Uski kamar thame raha. Jawab ki lambi line nahi bani, kyunki uski harkat hi jawab thi. Har baithak par mera lund gehra jata, aur uski geeli chut se awaaz aati, dabi hui, gili.
Itni garmi mein bhi Hindustan ke is sheher ki raat bahar se chup nahi rehti. Padosi, mehman, lift, sab ke kaan tez hote hain. Is liye humne awaaz low rakhi, lekin body nahi. Ritika ki harkat tez ho gayi, meri ungliyon ne uski clit dabaayi, aur uske muh se ek dabi chil nikal aayi.
Uski chut ne baar baar kasa. Pet uncha hua, ungliyan mere seene par gadi, aur woh meri upar kaampte hue girti rahi. Main bhi nahi ruk saka. Andar hi nikal aaya, garm, lamba, uske pet ke neeche tak mehsoos hota hua, jab tak saans ek jagah nahi tikti.
Seene par girte hue Ritika ne lambi saans li. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Uske baal se chehra hata kar dekha. Uski aankhen geeli thin, lekin rone wali nahi. Sirf woh galat baat khali ho chuki thi jo beech mein khadi thi, last month se lekar aaj ki mehfil tak.
Paseena saaf kiya usne apne seene se, meri shirt ke kone se nahi, apni hatheli se. Main abhi bhi uske andar tha, dheeme dheeme nikalta. Kamre ki hawa wapas aane lagi. Bahar koi plate rakhne ki awaaz aayi, phir phir se kavita ki line dohraayi gayi.
“Kapde,” Ritika ne kaha, ab awaaz seedhi thi. Maroon kurti bed ke neeche mili, jeans fold nahi hue, jaldi pehne gaye. Bra peeche se lagi, underwear geeli hi pehni. Maine trousers khinche, shirt ke teen button galat milaye, phir theek kiye. Uski jhumke tedhe the, usne ek theek kiya, doosra reh gaya.
Phir darwaze par knock hui
Phir knock hui, do baar, tez. “Ritika, Smita aa gayi kya? Log pooch rahe hain,” Bhavna ki awaaz darwaze ke us paar se aayi, itni kareeb ki lagta tha woh kandha laga kar khadi hai.
Ritika ne mere taraf dekha, ek pal, bina smile ke. Kurti khinchi, baal kaan ke peeche kiye, aur darwaza thoda khola. Main folding chair par baith gaya, jaise koi extra copies dhundh raha ho, haath khali, muh ab bhi garm.
“Abhi nahi aayi,” Ritika ne kaha, awaaz bahar ke hisaab se normal. “Main aa rahi hoon. Paani bhi le aati hoon. Mihir yahin hai, lighting dekh raha tha.”
Bhavna ne “theek hai” kaha aur kadam wapas living room ki taraf le gayi. Darwaza poora nahi khula tha, lekin mehfil ki roshni andar ghus aayi, aur uske saath hansi, cups, kisi ki khansi. Ritika ne darwaza band nahi kiya. Ab band rakhne ka matlab nahi tha.
Button meri shirt ka ek ab bhi tedha tha. Ritika ne woh nahi chhua. Khud ke jhumke ka doosra lool theek karte hue woh pehle nikal gayi. Main uske peeche utha, kursi peeche dhakki, aur usi roshni mein chala jahan log Smita ka intezaar kar rahe the, jaise is kamre mein kuch hua hi na ho.
Living room mein Bhavna ne mujhe glass diya, sawal nahi kiya. Ritika ne poet ke liye jagah theek ki, awaaz host wali nikal aayi. Meri saans ab bhi unchi thi, uski bhi, lekin mehfil ne woh unchai daba di. Jo baat toot kar mil gayi thi, woh ab is bheed ke peeche reh gayi, bina kisi agle waade ke.