Marker ka dhakkan Charu ke haath se phisalta hua farsh par gira, aur usne meri taraf munh kiye bina kaha, “Tumhare us jumle ne mujhe hafton tak yeh sochne diya ki meri vasna tumhe chhui bhi nahi.”
Cream kurti ke neeche uske kandhon ki line tan gayi. Black leggings par fabric paint ka hara daag sookh raha tha. Hum dono farsh par society ki cricket jerseys ke dher ke beech baithe the, numbers likhne ke liye, lekin kaam ruka hua tha.
Coimbatore ki is colony ki garmi aisi thi jaise Tamil Nadu, India ke kai industrial sheher July ke Sunday ko mehsoos karte hain. Window se neeche ground ki mitti ki sookhi khushbu aa rahi thi, aur kahin cycle ki ghanti bajayi ja rahi thi.
“Main khel nahi khelunga, yeh tumne last month ground ke corner par kaha tha,” Charu boli. Uski aankhen gusse mein nahi thin, thaki hui thin. “Maine samjha tum meri taraf se peeth kar rahe ho.”
Marker mere honthon ke paas atka. “Woh line ghutne ke liye thi. Doctor ne running band ki thi. Main tumhare saath wahi khel nahi khelna chahta tha jo log dekh sakein.”
Woh chup rahi. Ek jersey ke peethe par adha 7 sookh chuka tha. Hum dono tees ke kareeb the, na koi naukri ka dabav beech mein tha, na koi kiraye ka hisaab. Sirf woh vaada jo galat pairon par khada ho gaya tha.
Galat khel ka matlab
Charu ne apna ek haath jersey se hata kar meri kalaai par rakh diya. “Toh tumhe meri zaroorat thi?” sawal seedha tha, naatak nahi.
“Thi,” maine kaha. “Ab bhi hai.”
Uski ungliyan meri nadi par rukin. Bahar kisi bache ne cricket ball thokne ki awaaz ki, phir woh awaaz door chali gayi. Charu ne meri kalaai dabaayi. “Rukna mat. Aaj main khud yeh maang rahi hoon.”
Main uske kareeb khisak aaya. Pehla kiss jaldi mein nahi tha. Uski saans meri saans se takrai, aur kurti ka button meri ungliyon ke neeche fislaya. Usne khud doosra button khola, jaise der se ruka hua kaam ab hatana ho.
Living room ki dhoop parda ke kinare se aati thi. Sofa ke peeche wall clock teen baja raha tha. Toss char baje tha, captains ko numbered jerseys chahiye thin, lekin Charu ka munh mere gale par tha aur uski vasna ab shabd nahi, garam saans ban chuki thi.
Kurti utarti hui uske baal kandhon par gir gaye. Beige bra ke neeche uski chhati tez uth rahi thi. Maine strap ko side kiya, uski nipple ko honthon se dabaaya, aur usne meri grey t-shirt ko kamar se kheench kar upar kar diya.
“Yeh ghar khali hai,” usne kaha, awaaz gehli. “Cousin kal hi station chhod ke gaya.” Koi ilzaam nahi tha is line mein, sirf jagah ki sacchai.
Main uske saamne shorts ki cord kholi. Navy cloth farsh par giri. Mera lund underwear ke tent se dabaa hua tha. Charu ne kapda neeche kiya, apni ungliyon se shaft ko pakda, aur itna slow ghumaaya ki meri saans atak gayi.
Leggings uski thighs se chipki hui thin. Maine elastics ko kheench kar neeche utara. Black panty geeli thi beech se. Usne khud usko side kiya, meri ungli ko apni chut par rakh diya, aur halki si aahat nikaali jab do ungliyan andar gayin.
Woh peeth ke bal gaddi par let gayi jo humne jersey ke dher ke bagal mein bichayi thi. Uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche kasti hui thi. Main neeche jhuka, uski clit ko jeebh se dabaya, aur usne mera baal pakad liya, na dhakelne ke liye, rakhne ke liye.
“Neel,” naam uske daanton ke beech se nikalta. Main uski chut ko choosta raha, geeli awaaz room mein faili, marker ki teekhi smell ab uski chamdi ki smell ke peeche dabb gayi.
Jab uski thighs meri kanpati par kaanpne lagin, usne mera munh upar khincha. Drawer ke kone par ek foil paketi padhi thi jo subah dawai ke saath nazar aa chuki thi. Usne woh meri hatheli par rakh di. Maine wrapper khola, condom roll kiya, aur uski nazar us kaam par rahi, na sharm se, na hisaab se.
Pehle dhakke par uski chut ne pakda. Main andar ruka, uski aankhen mili, phir usne apne pairo ko meri kamar par lapet liya. Hum dheere chale, phir tez, sofa ki lakdi kabhi-kabhi click karti.
Usne meri peeth par nakhun rake, “Aur andar.” Main uski chut ko choda, har dhakka uski saans ko todta. Uski chhati meri chhati se ragad khati. Vasna ab koi shabd nahi thi, geeli pakad thi, aur Charu us pakad ko chhupa nahi rahi thi.
Maine uska ek pair kandhe par uthaya. Angle badla to uski awaaz unchi hui, phir usne apna munh meri bazu par daba diya taaki colony ke darwaze tak na jaaye. Mera lund uske andar pura baitha, nikalta, phir baithta. Uski geeli chut ki chamak meri ungliyon par thi jab maine clit ko gol ghumaaya.
Woh keechti hui meri kalaai dabaaye rakha. Orgasm aaya to uski thighs kasin, uski chut nehsin, aur main ruka, uske andar, condom ki patli diwar ke saath, khud ko rokta hua kyunki abhi koi seeti neeche nahi baj rahi thi aur humein abhi bhi jerseys deni thin.
Charu hans di. Woh hansna chhota tha, thaka hua. “Hum late ho jayenge.” Maine bahar nikal kar condom sambhala, node ko pakde rakha, lekin usne mujhe wapas kheench liya, sirf seene se seene tak, jaise numbers likhna ab doosri duniya ka kaam ho.
Beech ki awaaz ne raasta badla
Stairwell se Rajan ki awaaz aayi, kacchi, jaldi mein. “Neel! Charu! Jerseys ready hain? Toss pehle kheenchna hai, umpire khada hai!”
Hum dono ek pal ke liye pathhar. Charu ne kurti uthayi, sirf body par lapeti, bra abhi farsh par hi thi. Main shorts khinch kar kamar tak le aaya, t-shirt ulti si pakdi. Door band tha. Usne chain nahi lagayi thi, sirf kundi.
Pehle irada yeh tha ki hum numbers khatam karke khud ground utrenge, toss ke circle mein khade honge, logon ko dikhenge ki volunteer kaam poora hua. Rajan ki awaaz ne woh irada kaat diya.
Charu darwaze ke paas gayi, ek inch khola, chehra jhukaaye. “Lo, saari numbered hain. Hum nahi aa rahe.” Usne jersey ka gucchha bahar badiya, Rajan ke haath mein. Neeche se kapde ki gandh aur uski saans dono nahi jaani chahiye thin.
“Tum log practice skip kar rahe ho?” Rajan ne poocha. Koi shak uske swar mein nahi tha, sirf jaldbazi.
“Haan,” Charu boli. “Aaj nahi.” Kundi phir baithi. Footsteps seedhiyon se utarte sune gaye, phir ground ki taraf daud.
Wapas mudte hi uski nazar meri nazar se takrai. Ab koi clock nahi dhaa raha tha. Toss ke liye bhaagne ka rasta band ho chuka tha, aur us band raaste ne naya faisla diya.
“Sofa par aao,” usne kaha. Gaddi farsh par hi padi rahi, lekin woh sofa ki bagal wali seat par baithi, kurti ko sir se utaar kar wapas farsh par fenka. “Ab jaldi nahi. Woh le gaya jo le jaana tha.”
Main uske saamne khada raha, shorts dubara neeche kiye. Naya condom usi drawer se aaya, pehle wale ko tissue mein lapet kar side table ke kagaz ke neeche daba diya. Usne mera lund haath mein liya, muh tak le gayi, garam jeebh se round liya, itna ki meri ungliyan uske baal mein atak gayin.
Woh jhuk kar choosti rahi, kabhi shaft, kabhi sir. Meri saans lambi nikalti. Main uske munh mein zyada zor se nahi dhakela, usne khud depth decide ki. Jab woh hatti, thook ki dhaar uski honth se kaanpti hui giri, aur usne sofa par ghutne tikaye, peeth meri taraf.
Maine uski kamar pakdi. Uski gaand meri pet se lagi, uski chut dubara geeli thi. Main peeche se andar gaya, dheere, phir uske kadam ke hisaab se. Sofa ka spring ek baar naraaz hua, phir hamari rhythm mein aa gaya.
Charu ne apna sar takiye par rakh diya, ek haath peeche kheench kar meri rani pakdi. “Is baar ruk ke chodo.” Main uski baat mana. Har dhakka lamba tha, nikalna bhi lamba. Uski chut ki pakad garam thi, aur kabhi-kabhi woh khud peeche sarakti, mera lund poora le leti.
Maine apna ek haath aage bheja, clit par gol. Uski awaaz is dafa dabi nahi rahi, sirf window ke pardon tak gayi. Neeche se ab crowd ki bhid nahi aa rahi thi, sirf kisi ke spikes ki kich-kich door se.
Woh palat kar meri god mein baithi. Uski thighs meri thighs ke dono taraf. Maine andar jaate hi uski chhati ko munh diya. Charu upar-neeche hui, pehle chhote daire, phir bhari. Uski aankhen band thin, honth khule. Vasna uske chehre par saaf thi, koi sharm ka parda nahi.
“Mujhe abhi chahiye,” usne kaha, aur yeh maang pehle wale jaldi wale dhakkon se alag thi. Main uski kamar sambhale rakha, uske utarne ka weight liya. Jab uski chut ne dubara kasav kiya, uski ungliyan mere kandhon par gadin, aur meri bhi hadd nazdeek aa gayi.
Maine usay bataaya, awaaz toot’ti hui. Woh uthi nahi. Andar hi rahi, condom ke saath, jab main girta raha, aur usne meri gardan mein munh chhupa liya jab tak meri kaanp tham nahi gayi.
Thodi der hum aise hi rahe, paseena milta hua. Main bahar nikla, condom sambhala, knot diya. Charu sofa se farsh ki gaddi par saraka, kurti ko sirf pet par daala, baaki nangi hi rahi. Uski saans ab seedhi thi, meri bhi.
Clock ne paune char bajaye. Neeche se ek seeti ka lambaa tanav aaya, phir taaliyan. Toss nikal chuka tha bina humare.
Neeche match shuru ho gaya
Charu uth kar window ke paas gayi, parda ek ungli se sarkaaya. Ground par white coat wala umpire haath uthaaye dikha. Rajan already pads kas raha tha. Hamari numbered jerseys doosre khiladiyon ke jismon par thin, 7 wala number door se hara chamak raha tha.
“Woh log shuru ho gaye,” usne kaha, na afsos ke bhaari swar mein, na jeet ke. Sirf gin-chuni sacchai. Bharat mein aise society matches har mohalle ki jaan hote hain, aur hum dono us duty se gayab the, bina koi chitthi, bina koi agla vaada.
Main shorts pehen kar uske peeche khada raha. Meri shirt abhi bhi ulti farsh par thi. Uski nangi thighs par dhoop ki dhari thi. Koi humhe upar se nahi dekh sakta tha itne angle se, lekin neeche ki duniya poori chal rahi thi.
Rajan ki awaaz doosri seeti ke baad thodi mazak mein uthi, ground se filter hokar, “Neel bhai, Charu, tum log kahan ho, toss nikal gaya!” Jawab ke liye usne wait nahi kiya. Ball pehle over mein padi, willow ki tak tok room tak aayi.
Charu ne parda chhod diya. Kurti ko sahi se pehna, buttons galat hole mein gaye, usne doobara nahi kiye. “Aaj ka lunch unke haath, aaj ka khel bhi.” Yeh hisaab tha, plan nahi.
Main uske kareeb se guzra, uski kalaai chhui, usne dabaai, phir chhod di. Door ab bhi kundiyon se band tha. Bahar se spikes, seeti, kisi ke “catch” chillaane ki awaaz aati rahi. Hum living room ke us kone mein khade rahe jahan marker ka dhakkan ab bhi farsh par pada tha, aur neeche match bina humare khelta raha.