Bottle ki cap ghumaate hue maine sir uthaya. Saamne wali lower berth par Shalini baithi thi, jeans aur halki kurti mein, jaise yeh seat shuru se uski ho.
“Vivek.” Uski awaaz dabi thi, lekin seedhi. “Main galti se nahi baithi. Dekh, yahi window hai jo tu hamesha maangta tha.”
Patna Junction ki bheed ab peeche chhoot rahi thi. Bharat ki is purani line par train dheere-dheere rafu ho rahi thi, aur mere pet mein wahi gussa ghuma jo uske jaane ke baad atka pada tha.
Maine bottle side table par patka. “Tu yahan kaise? Last message mein tu Patna aati hi nahi.”
Shalini ne jeans ki fold theek ki, phir meri taraf dekha. Uski aankhen thaki hui thi, darne wali nahi. “Maine das din pehle hi apni ticket isi coach mein shift karwa li thi. Tu har saal yahi raat wali gaadi pakadta hai. Yeh meri pehli marzi thi, baad mein bataane ki nahi.”
Pehle se chhupa hua iraada
Woh baat meri saans ko atka gayi. Das din. Matlab milne se pehle hi usne rasta chun liya tha. Main khada raha, sir coach ki rod se takraya, phir baitha.
“Toh tu shikaar karne aayi hai.” Meri awaaz zyada tez nikal gayi. Upar berth par koi palat gaya, phir kharrate ki lehar wapas aa gayi.
Shalini ne sir hilaya. “Shikaar nahi. Main us rishta wale ghar se nikal aayi. Woh faisla main pehle kar chuki thi. Tujhe sirf itna dikhana tha ki main bhaagi nahi, main ruki nahi.”
Chai wale ki theli door se guzri, phir khatam ho gayi. Maine uski baat ko turant nahi li. Dedh saal pehle usne call kaat di thi, aur ab yeh berth, yeh window, yeh itminan.
“Agar main tujhe yahan se uthne ko kahun?” maine poocha.
“Toh uth jaungi.” Usne kurti ka kangna seedha kiya. “Lekin maine ticket isliye nahi badli thi ki tu mujhe bhagaye. Main yahan isliye hun kyunki mujhe tera gussa bhi chahiye, teri khamoshi nahi.”
Hindustan ke is raat-bhar chalne wale 2AC coach mein parda girte hi awaazen dabi. Fluorescent batti peeli ho gayi. Shalini ne apna joota nahi utara, sirf pair andar kiye. Train ki dhakdhak ne meri pulse pakad li.
Main uske kareeb gaya, lekin haath nahi badhaya. “Tu jo kar chuki hai, uska hisaab abhi chahiye?”
Usne meri shirt ki pehli button ko ungli se chhua, phir hata liya. “Hisaab nahi. Main abhi rukna nahi chahti. Agar tu chahe, toh main apni berth par let jaun. Agar tu na chahe, toh bhi main yahi hun.”
Yeh ek hi baar ka sawal tha. Maine uska haath pakda, aur usne meri mutthi kas kar wapas dabaayi. Itna kaafi tha. Uski ungliyan meri kalai par thandi thi, lekin pakad kamzor nahi thi.
Parda andar ki taraf kheencha. Side wali berth par koi so raha tha, moonh diwar ki taraf. Shalini mere lower berth par khisak aayi. Train ke jhatke ne hamein ek dooje se sata diya, aur uski saans mere gale par padi.
Maine uske honth liye. Usne chuma, jaldi nahi, lekin gahra. Kurti ki zip peeche se atki, maine usko dheela kiya. Uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche garm thi. Jeans ka button usne khud khola, jaise der nahi karni thi.
“Yahan awaaz nahi nikalni,” maine kaan ke paas kaha.
Woh muskuraayi, daant chhupa kar. “Toh tu meri khud sambhal.”
Uske bra ke upar meri ungli phisli, phir neeche. Uski body ki garmi berth ke sheet se alag thi. Maine uski chuchiyan muh mein li, dheere, taaki koi kharrate ke beech na pehchane. Shalini ki kamar uth kar meri taraf aayi. Uski thighs meri jeans se ragad kha rahi thi.
Jeans ko main ghutnon tak utara. Usne meri belt nikaali, zipper neekali, aur mera lund uski mutthi mein aa gaya. Woh geela nahi tha shuru mein, lekin uske haath ki raftaar ne jaldi kaam kar diya. Train ki dhar se meri saans mil gayi.
Usne mere kandhon ko pakda aur khud ko neeche kiya. Main uski chut par ungli phesla. Woh bheegi hui thi, garm, aur uski aankhen band thi. Meri ungliyon par uska dabaav badha, phir usne meri kalaai pakad kar rok di.
“Abhi andar.” Itna hi kaha usne.
Maine uski thighs kholi. Berth tang thi, isliye uska ek pair meri kamar ke peeche atka. Jab maine andar dhakka diya, uski chut ne pehle rokne ki koshish ki, phir khul gayi. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi, lekin awaaz munh ke andar dabi.
Chudai shuru hui to train ke jhatke ne hi taaal pakad li. Main dheere choda, phir tez, jab parda hila nahi. Shalini ne meri shirt ke piche se meri pith kheench li. Uski ungliyan mere baal mein ulajh gayin.
“Vivek… aur.” Yeh word uske daant ke beech se nikalta tha. Maine uski kamar pakad kar khud ko gehra kiya. Har dhakke par uski chut ne mere lund ko kas kar liya, chhodha, phir kasaa.
Upar koi palata, ham dono ruke. Fluorescent ki peeli dhaar parden par kati. Phir kharrata wapas aaya. Maine uske honth apne honth se dabaaye rakha aur dubara hila.
Usne meri kamar ke neeche haath ghusaya, mere lund ke jad ko chhua, aur mujhe andar ki taraf kheencha. Yeh uska tempo tha, mera nahi. Main uske hisaab se choda. Berth ki chadar sirhane se utar kar hamare neeche gucchha ho gayi.
Shalini ne pair badal kar mujhe upar liya, phir khud meri god mein baith gayi. Jeans uske ek pair par atki rahi. Usne apna wazan mere lund par utara, aur uski chut poori tarah baith gayi. Meri hatheli uski gaand ke neeche thi, uska haath meri gardan par.
Coach ki dhakdhak ne usko upar-neeche kiya. Maine uski chuchiyon ko muh se dabaaya. Uski saans meri maang par phooti. Woh tez hilne lagi, phir ruk kar meri aankhon mein dekhti, jaise pooch rahi ho ki main abhi bhi yahin hun.
Main yahin tha. Maine uski kamar pakdi aur neeche se dhakka diya. Usne meri shirt ke kine ko muh mein daba liya taaki awaaz na nikle. Uski chut bar-bar meri jadon tak utar rahi thi. Paseena uske kaleje par chamka, phir meri chhati par tapka.
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Uske andar meri raftaar badhi. Shalini ki thighs meri kamar ko kas ti hui thi, phir kaanpne lagi. Maine uski chut ke upar anguthe se dabaya, aur woh meri god mein sikud gayi. Uski aankhen bhar aayi, lekin rona nahi tha. Uska orgasm daba hua tha, pet ke andar, jaise koi chillahata shabd band box mein gir gaya ho.
Uske sikudne ne mujhe kheench liya. Maine do aur dhakke maare, teesre par rukna chaha, lekin uski mutthi meri gaand par thi. Main uske andar hi nikal gaya, garm, lambe jhatke mein. Meri saans uske kandhon par toot gayi.
Kai pal tak train hi bolti rahi. Shalini meri chhati par leti rahi, mera lund dheela hota uski chut mein. Usne meri shirt se paseena ponchha, phir apni kurti neeche ki.
Maine uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye. Woh nanga tha nahi ab, na main; kapde adhure the, jaise koi kaam beech mein chhoot gaya ho. Usne jeans uthayi, button lagayi, aur mere bagal mein sikud kar let gayi.
“Tu so ja,” usne kaha. “Subah jo poochna hai, pooch lena.”
Main soya nahi turant. Uski saans meri baanh par girti rahi. Kabhi train ke brake ne hamein sata diya, kabhi koi passenger gallery se guzra. Parda wahi raha. Maine uski kamar par haath rakha, usne hataaya nahi.
Raat ke doosre pahar mein woh palati, meri taraf. Maine socha dobara haath badhaun, lekin uski saans gehri ho chuki thi. Ek hi baar ka woh milna tha, doosri shuruat nahi. Main uske maathhe par honth rakh kar khud ko berth ke kinare sarka liya.
Subah unka rasta alag hua
Subah ki batti safed ho gayi to chai ki khushbu gallery se aayi. Shalini pehle uth chuki thi. Kurti sahi thi, lipstick nahi. Usne meri bottle uthayi, cap kholi, do ghoont liye, wapas rakh di.
Maine kaha, “Delhi tak saath chalna tha na. Tu boli thi ticket isi coach ki hai.”
Usne window ke kint se bahar dekha. Khet, phir pucca platform ka rang. “Ticket isi coach ki thi, manzil nahi. Prayagraj par main utar rahi hun. Yeh bhi usi das din ke faisle ka hissa tha. Tujhe raat chahiye thi, mujhe bhi. Subah ka hisaab alag hai.”
Gussa wapas aaya, lekin raat jaisa nahi. Yeh wazan tha. Maine joote pehne, shirt ke button milaye. “Toh yeh milna sirf utarne ke liye tha.”
Shalini ne meri taraf dekha, lamha bhar. “Sirf nahi. Lekin aage nahi. Main wapas us ghar ki taraf nahi ja rahi, teri bhi ceiling ke neeche nahi baithna chahti. Raat kaafi thi.”
Prayagraj Junction par train ki speed giri. Coolie ki seeti bahar se aayi. Shalini ne apna joota pehna, phone silent kiya, aur berth se utri. Maine haath badhaya, bagal se, bina kuch maange.
Usne woh haath nahi pakda. Darwaze ke pass khadi hokar usne sirf itna kiya ki apni palm se mere khule haath ko andar ki taraf dhakel diya, jaise koi cheez platform par nahi jaani chahiye thi, phir seedhi seene utar gayi.
Train phir chali. Khali berth par meri bottle hil rahi thi, cap ab bhi dheeli. Bahar Shalini foot overbridge ki pehli seedhi par gayab ho chuki thi, aur mere haath ki gardish ab bhi uske dhakke ki jagah par thi.
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