Masala dabba ke dhakkan ke neeche meri ungli ek thandi ring par ruki, aur chai ki patti wahi chhuti reh gayi.
Staff kitchen ki khidki se Guwahati ki dupahar ka dhoop aa raha tha. Assam ke is kone mein, Bharat ke northeast ki yeh school abhi lunch break par thi, aur ground par cricket ki awaaz door se aa rahi thi.
Main Samar, doosri school ka physics teacher, subah ka joint project khatam kar ke sirf chai dhoondh raha tha. Copies pehle hi Anjali ke almirah mein rakh chuka tha, koi pending kaam nahi tha.
Anjali kitchen ke darwaze se andar aayi, haath mein do steel ke glass. Usne mujhe ring ke saath dekha to uski aankhen tez ho gayin.
“Woh wapas nahi ki, chhupayi hai,” maine kaha, awaaz soch se zyada saaf nikal gayi.
Usne glasses counter par rakh diye. “Tumhe us dabbe mein kya kaam tha?”
“Chini. Tumne subah kaha tha ki tum engaged ho, isliye main door khada raha. Ab yeh ring yahan kyun hai?”
Chai ke cup ke saath sach
Anjali ne salon ka ek baal kaan ke peeche kiya. English teacher wali woh seedhi kamar ab bhi copy-check karte hue jaisi thi, lekin uski saans unchi chal rahi thi.
“Subah maine faisla kiya ki shaam ko yeh ring wapas karungi. Ghar walon ko abhi nahi bataungi. Kitchen mein isliye rakha kyunki staff room mein har koi drawer kholta hai.”
Maine dabba band kiya, ring ko dhakkan ke paas hi chhod diya. “Tumne mujhe door rakha is jhooth se. Main bhi teacher hoon, koi ladka nahi jo period ke baad ghumta ho.”
Woh hans di, lekin hansna garam tha. “Isliye to bola engaged. Log yahan teacher ko akele nahi chhodte. Yeh mera pehle ka choice tha, tumhara wait nahi.”
Counter ki kinare meri shirt ka button khidki ki hawa se hil raha tha. Hindustan ke is gile mausam mein kapda pehle se paseene se chipka hua tha.
Anjali ek kadam aage aayi. “Agar gussa hai to chai peeke nikal jao. Agar nahi hai to glass khud bhar lo.”
Maine glass nahi liya. Uski kameez ke neeche bra ki patti kandhe par thodi khiski hui thi, shayad subah se.
“Main nahi nikalna chahta,” maine kaha. “Lekin yeh ring wapas bhi ho, tumhare kaam se mera kaam alag hai. School ki duty pehle hi khatam ho chuki.”
Usne meri patti pakdi, anguthe se kapda masla, phir chhod diya. “Agar tum bhi yahi chahte ho to yahin, abhi. Warna dhakkan laga ke chale jaana.”
Maine uska haath apni taraf khincha. Woh khud meri taraf jhuki, honth pehle meri thodi par pade, phir munh par. Chai ki patti ab bhi dabbe ke bahar gire pade the, koi nahi uthane aaya.
Khidki ke bahar cricket ka shot laga, crowd ki halki cheekh aayi. Kitchen ka darwaza andar se peeche ko dhakka de ke band tha, lock nahi, sirf kundi.
Anjali ne meri belt ke buckle par ungli rakhi. “Jaldi. Break lamba nahi hota.”
Maine kameez ke pehle teen button khole. Uski skin garam thi, gale ke neeche pasina sookh ke namak jaisa lag raha tha. Uske stano ko kapde ke upar se dabaya to usne ek awaaz di jo padhne wali awaaz se bilkul alag thi.
Salwar ki nara dheeli ki, kapda kamar se neeche sarak aaya. Uski thighs par dopahar ki thandi counter ki hawa lagi to woh meri taraf aur chipak gayi.
Counter ke piche dabi saansein
Maine uski kameez upar ki, bra ka hook peeche se khola. Uski chuchiyan meri hatheli mein bhari thin, nipple mere anguthe ke neeche kathor ho gaye.
Anjali ne meri pant ka zip utara, haath ke andar se mera lund pakda. Woh pehle se tight tha, uski mutthi ghumte hi aur bhari ho gayi.
“Yahan khade khade,” usne kaha, aur counter ki kinare apni kamar tikayi. Maine uski panty side ko sarkayi. Uski chut geeli thi, ungli darwaze tak gayi to usne meri gardan kaat li.
Do ungliyon se andar bahar kiya, geelahat wrist tak aa gayi. Usne meri shirt ke kandhe se pakad ke khud ko mere haath par dhakka diya, jaise lesson ke beech jawab jaldi chahiye ho.
Wallet se condom nikaal kar maine packet ka taar khola. Usne lund ko seedha pakde rakha jab maine condom chadhaaya, rubber garam chamdi par khich ke baitha.
Counter thanda tha, uski gaand us par tikte hi usne daant se honth dabaaye. Maine lund uski chut ke muh par rakha, dheere andar diya. Woh kitni geeli thi, pehla dhakka poora baith gaya.
Anjali ne meri kamar kas ke pakdi. “Aur andar. Ruko mat.”
Maine chodna shuru kiya, pehle chhote dhakke, phir lambe. Uski chut har baar nikalte hue kasti thi, jaise sawal ka answer pakadna ho. Steel ke glass ek inch sarak ke ruke, chai nahi giri.
Uske baal mere munh par aaye, jasmine wala tel aur chalk ki halki gandh mil ke. Maine ek stan munh mein liya, chusate hue neeche se choda. Uski ungliyan mere baal mein phans gayin.
Kitchen ke fridge ne ek baar click kiya. Dono ruke, phir samajh aaya compressor hai. Phir se dhakke tez kiye.
Anjali ne ek taang meri kamar pe lapeti, counter par weight kam kiya. Is angle par lund gehra gaya, uski chut ki diwal tight ho ke meri nass masalne lagi.
“Samar, wahan… haan, wahi.” Usne naam liya to meri kamar khud tez ho gayi. Teacher wali woh saaf diction ab toot rahi thi, shabd beech mein kat rahe the.
Maine uski klitoris anguthe se ghisai, chdate hue uske andar. Woh meri shirt ke pichle hisse ko itna kheenchti ki button ek aur khul gaya.
Thodi der baad usne meri kalai pakad ke ruka. “Mujhe khadi nahi rehna. Neeche.”
Floor par old newspaper pada tha, uske upar koi aata-boora nahi. Anjali let gayi, salwar ek taang par atka, kameez sine tak uthi. Maine uski dono thighs kholi, condom wala lund dubara uski chut mein ghusaaya.
Is baar dhakke neeche se upar the. Uski peeth paper par sarakti, maine kumar se pakad ke rokha. Har dhakke par uski chuchiyan hilti, meri hatheli unhe dabaaye rakhti.
Usne apna haath apni chut par le jaake jahan meri nass baahar dikhti thi wahan ghisne lagi. Geeli awaaz kitchen ki khamoshi mein saaf thi, bahar cricket ka clap kabhi-kabhi us awaaz ko dhak deta.
Maine uski ek taang kandhe par uthayi. Uski chut aur khul gayi, lund ki poori lambai baith gayi. Anjali ki aankhen band thin, munh khula, koi padhne jaisa jumla nahi nikal raha tha, sirf saans.
“Abhi mat nikalna,” usne kaha. Maine rhythm banaye rakha, na itna tez ki condom sarak jaye, na itna dheema ki woh jhunjhlaye.
Uske pet ke neeche spasms aaye, chut mera lund ko bar-bar kasne lagi. Anjali ne meri kamar dono hathon se chipka li, nails kapde ke through chubhe. Woh kamati hui nikal gayi, geelahat condom ke kinare tak aa gayi, lekin rubber tika raha.
Uske baad bhi uski taangein meri kamar par kasin rahi. Maine dhakke nahi rokhe. Teacher wali control ab nahi thi, sirf garam, geeli chut thi jo har dhakke par awaaz deti.
Mera lund bhari ho ke kapne laga. Maine uski thighs aur kholi, gehra choda, phir andar hi condom ke andar nikal aaya. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi, fridge dubara click kiya jaise koi period khatam ho.
Kuch pal maine uske upar ruka, lund ab bhi andar, condom bhar chuka. Anjali ne meri gardan se honth hataye, aankhen kholin.
Maine dheere bahar nikala, condom pakde rakha, knot maara, kachre ki thaili mein daal diya jo paan ke pithon ke peeche latki thi. Usne panty seedhi ki, salwar uthayi, bra hook lagaya, kameez ke button galat hole mein pehle daale, phir theek kiye.
Maine pant tight ki, shirt ke bache button lagaye. Counter par ring wahi thi, masala dabbe ke dhakkan ke paas, jaise koi chalk raha ho.
Main turant nikal pada
Anjali ne ring uthayi, ungli ke paas le gayi, phir chupchaap pehen li. Chamak uske haath par wapas aa gayi, bilkul subah wali baat jaisi.
Maine pucha nahi. Glass ab bhi khali the, chai ban hi nahi payi thi.
Doosri ghanti bajayi gayi, lambi aur saaf. Ground se bacchon ki daud kitchen ke corridor tak aane lagi, jooton ki thap-thap door se saaf thi.
Anjali ne kundi kholi, pehle jhaank ke dekha, phir mujhe ishara kiya. “Nikal jao pehle. Main glasses dhulungi.”
Hook par mera helmet laga tha. Maine woh uthaya, darwaze se nikalte hue uski ungli par wapas baithi ring ek baar dekhi, aur seedha corridor se gate ki taraf chala.
Auto stand par driver so raha tha. Maine helmet pehna, Guwahati ki dupahar ki dhoop aankhon mein lagi, aur apni school ki taraf nikal pada, bina chai, bina ek aur lafz ke.