Darwaze ki thandi kundi meri hatheli mein thi, lekin cream salwar-kameez mein khadi Meera ma’am ne peeche se meri neeli shirt ka kadda pakad liya. Association wali shaam ke liye main late pad raha tha, aur unka yeh khinchaav us late ko aur gehra kar raha tha.
“Arjun, ruko. Tum hall ki taraf abhi mat bhaago.” Unki awaaz mein gussa kam, jaldi zyada thi.
Main ghooma. Sofa ke paas unka dupatta dhila latak raha tha, chudiyan halki si khanak rahi thin. Sattaais saal ka hoon, unse saat saal chhota, lekin aaj bhi woh meri college ki teacher thin, Ranchi ke usi colony flat mein jahan Bharat ke is hisse ki shaam jaldi dhal jaati hai.
“Aapne kaha tha volunteer chahiye. Secretary ko maine haan bol diya. Ab main neeche late ho jaunga.”
Meera ne sir hilaya, par inkaar wala hilana nahi tha. Unki aankhen meri shirt ke khule button par atak kar uthin. “Woh baat galat samajh li gayi. Volunteer ki list subah band ho chuki thi. Tumhe isliye bulaya tha ki pehle yahin baat ho.”
Yeh sunte hi meri ungliyon se kundi chhoot gayi. Planned social kaam ek dhoka nahi, ek bahana nikla. Pichhle saal farewell par unhone kaha tha abhi nahi. Maine usko hamesha ke liye inkaar maana. Unhone usko waqt maana.
“Aap sirf escort chahte the, yeh soch ke aaya tha,” maine kaha, awaaz ruk ruk ke. “Marks, class, kuch bhi beech mein nahi hai. Woh sab khatam ho chuka.”
“Haan. Woh khatam hai.” Unhone kadam aage badhaya, itna ki unki kameez meri jeans se takrai. “Hindustan mein log teacher ko dekh ke sirf lecture yaate hain. Main lecture nahi de rahi. Main tumhe yahin rakhna chahti hoon, agar tum bhi yahi chahte ho.”
Maine unka haath apni shirt par hi chhod diya. “Haan. Main yahi chahta hoon.” Itna kaafi tha. Dupatta unke kandhon se sarak kar sofa ki bakoni par gir gaya, aur dono us girne ko dekhne ke bajay ek doosre ke honth tak aa gaye.
Club ki taiyari ruk gayi
Pehla kiss gehra tha, jaldi se nahi, lekin rukne wala bhi nahi. Unke honth meri zubaan ko pehchante hue se lage. Main unki kamar par haath rakh kar unhe sofa ki taraf le aaya. Cream kameez ki back kali meri ungliyon ke neeche khulne lagi.
“Yeh button atka hua hai,” unhone saans ke beech mein kaha, hasi chhupaate hue nahi, hasi ke saath. Maine kameez upar ki taraf khiska di, neeche safed bra dikhi, garam chamdi uske upar chamak rahi thi. Unki saans meri gardan par phaili.
Jeans ki belt maine khud kholi, kyunki unke dono haath mere baal aur meri gardan mein the. Main let gaya sofa par, woh meri god mein aa baithin, salwar ab patli si ho kar unki thighs par chadhi hui. Main salwar ki nadi dheeli karta raha jab tak kapda ghutnon tak nahi utar aaya.
Unki chut kapdon ke neeche geeli thi, meri do ungliyon ne panty ke kinare se andar jaakar yeh seedha jaan liya. Meera ne meri kalai pakdi, hataane ke liye nahi, dabaaye rakhne ke liye. “Ahista, par ruko mat.”
Panty ko main bagal mein sarka kar unki chut par munh rakh diya. Swad namak aur garam dhoop jaisa tha, koi shayari nahi, sirf gila maas aur unki ungliyon ka mere baal mein kasav. Unhone meri gardan dabaayi jab meri zubaan unki geeli fold par ghumi, aur ek dhak se unki kamar uth kar mere munh se chipak gayi.
“Arjun… bas, itna kaafi… upar aao.” Yeh hukm nahi tha, maang thi. Main uth kar unke upar jhuka. Mera lund jeans se bahar nikal chuka tha, sakht, unki pet ki naram chamdi se takrata hua. Unhone khud usko pakda aur apni chut ke muh par ragda, itna ki sirf kopal andar chala gaya aur dono thahar gaye.
“Ab,” unhone kaha. Main dheere andar gaya. Unki chut ne pehle dhakke par kasav kiya, phir chhod diya. Sofa ki spring ne ek baar aawaz di, uske baad sirf hamari saansein thin.
Chodna shuru hua to andaz badalta raha, listing ki tarah nahi. Kabhi unki ek taang mere kandhe par chadh jaati, kabhi main unke neeche se unki chuchiyon ko munh mein leta. Cream kameez unke bazooon par atki rahi, poori nangi hone ki koshish humne nahi ki, kyunki waqt kam tha aur irada saaf.
“Tez karo,” unhone meri peeth thapthapai. Maine kamar se dhakka badhaya. Unki aankhen band thin, honth khule. Har dhakke par unki chut se geeli aawaz aati, meri jeans unke pair se ragad khati. Main unke gale mein muh rakh kar naam nahi liya, sirf saans chhodi.
Beech mein unhone meri chhati dhakel kar mujhe sofa ke takiye par lita diya. Khud upar aa kar baithin, salwar ek pair se bilkul utar chuki thi, doosra pair takne par atka. Unhone mera lund pakad kar apni chut mein utaar liya, aur is baar gehraai unhone set ki.
Upar se chodte hue unke baal mere chehre par girte rahe. Main unki chuchiyon ko bra ke upar se dabaata raha, phir cup sarka kar munh laga diya. Unki kamar meri god mein gol ghoomti, kabhi rukti, kabhi tez. “Yahan… yahi…” unhone kaha, aur meri kalai apni chut ke upar rakh di jahan meri ungli unki geeli guthli par ghisne lagi.
Unka kamal jaldi aaya. Unki thighs meri kamar ko kas gayin, chut ne baar baar jhatka diya, aur unki saans ek lambe kaate ki tarah nikal kar meri shirt ke collar par baith gayi. Main rukna chahta tha ki woh sambhal jaayen, lekin unhone sir hilaya. “Tum bhi. Bahar mat nikalna abhi.”
Maine unhe wapas sofa par litaya, ek taang unki uthayi, aur choda is baar chhota, tez, unki geeli chut ke hisaab se. Unke nakhun meri peeth ki shirt mein ghuse. Jab main dhakke ki lehar mein aaya to unki chut ne dubara kasav kiya, aur mera pani unke andar utar gaya, garam, rokne layak nahi.
Thodi der sirf saans chali. Unka haath meri gardan par tha, mera haath unki kamar par. Neeli shirt meri ek bazu par atki thi, unki bra ek cup se utri hui. Bahar colony ke speaker par association ka mike check ho raha tha, door se, jaise koi doosri duniya.
Samajh badli
Meera ne meri chhati se sar uthaya. “Pichhle saal main yeh nahi keh paayi thi ki intezaar karo, sirf itna kaha tha abhi nahi. Tumne usko hamesha maan liya. Aaj secretary ka program beech mein aa gaya, isliye tum darwaze tak aa gaye.”
“Main samjha tha aapko ek mard chahiye hall ke register ke liye.” Register ki baat mere munh se nikalte hi unhone meri honth ki ungli rakh di, jaise us lafz ko yahin marna hai.
“Register nahi. Tum.” Itna kaha aur uth kar salwar dono pairon se nikaal di, lekin kameez pehne rahi. Main jeans khinchtan, belt abhi khuli. Unhone glass se pani piya, mera glass mere haath mein thama diya. Pani thanda laga, andar ab bhi unki garmi thi.
“Late ho rahe hain,” maine kaha, kyunki speaker ne naam pukara, kisi aur ka. “Aapko munch mein dikhna chahiye. Main chair lagane chala jaaun.”
Unhone mera kadda dubara pakda, is baar narm. “Ek minute. Kapde theek karo, phir sochte hain kaun jaaye.” Yeh sochna bhi ek naya irada tha. Pehle sirf nikalna tha. Ab rukna bhi vikalp tha, lekin hall ki ghanti dimag mein baj rahi thi.
Main khada hua, jeans ki zip chadhai, shirt ke do button bandhe. Unki chut se meri thigh tak geela nisaan sookh raha tha. Meera ne dupatta uthaya, lekin kandhon par nahi dala, sofa ke arm par rakh diya. Unki aankhen darwaze par thin, phir mere chehre par.
“Agar main na gayi, secretary naraz hoga,” unhone kaha. “Agar tum gaye aur main yahin rahi, log sawaal karenge.”
“To dono chalte hain, alag alag.” Yeh meri pehli practical soch thi sex ke baad. Unhone sir nahi hilaya, na haan kaha. Phone unke cushion ke neeche se nikal kar table par rakh diya, screen neeche.
Main joota nahi, chappal dhundh raha tha jo darwaze ke paas thi. Ek pair haath mein liya, doosra pair sofa ke neeche atka. Jhukte waqt unki nangi taang meri nazar se hui, phir maine nazar hata li kyunki kaam ab nikalne ka tha, dobara chhne ka nahi.
“Arjun.” Unhone mera naam aise liya jaise class mein nahi, is kamre mein. “Tumhe lagta hai maine bahana banaya?”
“Pehle laga. Ab nahi. Ab lagta hai program sach mein hai, aur yeh bhi sach hai.” Maine chappal nikaali. “Main hall jaata hoon, aap paanch minute baad. Log alag dekhenge.”
Yahi irada bandh chuka tha jab unka phone table par palat kar jala. Roshni ne unka naam upar likha, neeche secretary ka message. Meera ne phone nahi chhua. Screen itni der jali ki maine padh liya, chahe nahi padhna tha.
Phone ki roshni
Message seedha tha. Program cancel. Hall ki bijli nahi aa rahi, association ne next week shift kar diya. Volunteer mat bhejo. Ghar par rahiye.
Jo kaam mujhe abhi hall ki taraf daudane wala tha, woh kaam mar gaya. Chappal meri hatheli mein latak gayi. Meera ne bhi padh liya, unki aankhen screen se uth kar meri shirt ke adhkhule button par aayin.
“To ab hall nahi,” unhone halki awaaz mein kaha. Koi jeet nahi thi isme, koi alag promise nahi. Sirf ek khabar jisne meri next harkat badal di.
Main chappal darwaze ke paas rakhne wala tha, is soch se ki ab yahin baithun. Hath ruka. Colony ke speaker se mike check bhi band ho chuka tha. Bahar seekh ki khamoshi aa gayi, jo pehle shor se dhakki thi.
“Main nahi rukunga aaj raat yahin,” maine kaha, aur yeh inkaar unke liye nahi, apne kal ke kaam ke liye tha. Subah meri duty sheher ke doosre chor par hai. Cancel hua program ab cover nahi de raha tha ki log mujhe unke flat se subah nikalte dekhen.
Meera ne kameez ki kali bandh li, bra theek ki. “Theek hai. Tum jaao.” Unhone mujhe rokne ki koshish nahi ki, na agle milne ka map banaya. Dupatta unhone ab kandhon par daal liya, teacher wali pehchaan wapas aa gayi, lekin honth ab bhi suje the.
Maine baaki button bandhe, chappal pehni, neeli shirt ko pant ke andar kiya. Unki geeli yaad meri underwear mein ab bhi thi, lekin kadam darwaze ki taraf the. Kundi is baar garam nahi, bas metal thi.
“Arjun.” Main mud kar dekha. Unhone sirf itna kaha, “Seedhiyon se utarna, lift nahi. Lift ke saamne Sharma uncle baithe rehte hain.” Yeh hidayat bhi koi agla milna nahi thi, ek turant raasta thi.
Maine kundi ghumaayi. Hall ki taraf jane wala jo pair tha, woh ab seedhiyon ki taraf mud gaya. Neeche utarte hue meri jean ki zip poori chadhi hui thi, shirt ke last button bandh the, aur association ka cancel message dimag mein baar baar chamakta raha, jaise kisi ne meri raat ka agla kaam kaat kar doosra de diya ho.
Colony ke ground floor par main seedha apni rented room ki gali ko nikal gaya, club building ki opposite side ko nahi. Piche Meera ke flat ka darwaza band hone ki aawaz aayi, ek baar, aur uske baad sirf Ranchi ki raat.
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