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Heroine ke seedhe sawal ke baad kamre mein sex

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Main aakhri folding chair ko diwar ke saath sata raha tha jab Ira ne mere continuity copy ka page palat diya. Kolkata ke is chhote cultural hall ki khidki se dhoop peeli padne lagi thi. Public reading se pehle sirf light marks aur line cues check karne the.

Hindustan ke is purane hall mein mitti aur curtains ki gandh mili hui thi. Ira Malviya saintis saal ki Hindi film actress thi, jo ek nayi independent script ki reading ke liye yahan ruki thi. Main Sameer, teteis saal ka volunteer, unke saath chairs lapet raha tha. Yeh kaam bina kisi bonus ke tha.

Unhone page rok kar meri handwriting dekhi. Pyaar wale scene ke bagal mein maine ek shabd likha tha, gussa. Unki aankhen us shabd par atak gayin.

“Yeh toh pyaar wala scene hai,” unhone kaha. “Tumne margin par gussa kyon likha?”

Main copy wapas lene aaya, lekin unki ungliyan page par dabi rahi. Cream kurta halka pasine se chipka tha. Black palazzo ke nichle hisse par chalk ka nishan tha.

“Kya tum mujhe dekh ke pareshaan ho, Sameer? Seedha bolo.”

Margin ke gusse ka matlab

Sawal itna seedha tha ki mere gale mein jawab atak gaya. Main ne kaha ki scene ki timing galat lag rahi thi, lekin woh jhooth tha aur unhe pata chal gaya.

Ira ne copy meri taraf nahi ki. Unki awaaz dheemi thi, gusse wali nahi. “Tum poori dopahar meri taraf dekh rahe ho, phir margin par gussa likh dete ho. Yeh contradiction hai. Bolo, asal baat kya hai?”

Maine kursi ka dasta chhod diya. Hall ke darwaze se dhoop ki ek patti floor par padi thi. India ke is hisse mein shaam jaldi dhalti hai, aur reading se pehle sirf hum dono hi andar the.

“Mujhe gussa khud par hai,” maine kaha. “Is scene ko padhkar lagta hai jaise main woh kehta hoon jo kehna nahi chahiye.”

Woh muskurayi nahi. Unhone sirf itna poocha, “Aur woh baat kya hai jo tum nahi kehte?”

Main chup raha. Unhone copy mez par rakh di, itni tez nahi ki shabd tut jaye, bas itni saaf ki kaam ka matlab badal gaya. Chairs lapetna ab bahana lag raha tha.

“Agar yeh sirf kaam hota,” unhone kaha, “to tum meri aankhon se bachkar marks tick karte. Tum kar nahi rahe.”

Maine unka naam liya, Ira, aur meri awaaz sookhi nikli. Unhone ek kadam aage badhaya. Kurta ka gala gardan par halka khula tha. Bindi tegi nahi, sirf ek chhoti si bindi, jaise reading ke liye hi lagayi ho.

“Main tumhe dekh kar ghabrata hoon,” maine accept kiya. “Isliye gussa likha.”

Unki saans lambe interval par chal rahi thi. “Ghabrana alag hai, chahna alag. Tum kaunsa kar rahe ho?”

Maine kaha, “Dono.”

Uske baad unhone mujhe green room ki taraf ishara kiya, jahan artists ke liye ek purana sofa rakha tha. Hall ki badi batti ab bhi jal rahi thi. Unhone kaha, “Agar tum rukna chahte ho to andar aao. Nahi to yahin chairs khatam karo. Main zabardasti nahi karungi.”

Main unke peeche chala. Yeh meri marzi thi, unki bhi. Darwaza pehle se nearly band tha, AC ki wajah se. Unhone sirf use aur pass kiya, taaki awaaz bahar na jaye.

Kamre ke andar jo palat aaya

Green room ki batti peeli thi. Mirror ke neeche powder gira pada tha. Sofa ke kinare ek folded chadar thi, reading ke dauran rest ke liye. Ira ne chadar nahi kholi pehle. Unhone mera t-shirt ka kinaar pakda aur ruk kar dekha.

“Ab bhi nahi, to bolo,” unhone kaha.

Maine unka haath apne kapde par rehne diya. “Ab nahi rukna.”

Pehla kiss dheema nahi tha. Unke honth garam the, thode namkeen. Maine unki kamar par haath rakha, uski kamar patli nahi, mazboot thi, jaise lambi shooting ke baad bhi seedhi rehti hai. Unhone meri gardan pakdi. Continuity copy bahar mez par hi reh gayi.

Kurta upar uthate waqt unki saans meri cheekh se takrai. Neeche cream bra thi, simple, koi sequin nahi. Main ne clasp peeche se khola. Unke stan bhari hue the, garam. Maine muh se ek ko liya to unki ungliyan mere baal mein ghus gayin.

“Yahan,” unhone kaha, aur mere haath ko palazzo ke naade par le gayin. Naada khula. Palazzo girte girte unki ankles par atak gaya. Unhone khud pair bahar nikaale. Panty geeli thi. Maine uski chut par haath rakha to woh meri taraf jhuk gayin, aankhen band nahi, meri taraf dekhti hui.

Ungli andar gayi to unhone dant se honth kata. Geela itna tha ki meri ungli asani se chal saki. Unhone meri jeans ka button khola. Mera lund bahar aaya to unhone usko haath mein liya, na naazuk, na jaldi. Unki mutthi garam thi.

Sofa par unhe letne mein der nahi lagi. Main unki thighs ke beech jhuka. Unki thighs mere kandhon se dab rahi thin. Maine zubaan di to unhone meri choti pakad li. Unki awaaz dab kar nikal rahi thi, hall ki taraf nahi, sirf neeche, mere sar ke upar.

Thodi der baad unhone mujhe upar khincha. “Ab andar.” Yeh order nahi, ek chhoti si maang thi. Maine unki panty ek taraf sarkayi. Unki chut meri noke par lagi. Main dheere ghusa. Unhone saans roki, phir chhodi.

Pehle dhakke lambe the. Sofa ki spring ek baar chikni. Unke kandhon par mera haath tha, uske kandhon ki haddi mere hatheli ke neeche. Unhone pair meri kamar se lapete. Main unhe choda, na itni tez ki awaaz bahar jaye, na itni dheemi ki woh haar jaye.

Beech mein unhone mera munh pakad kar chuma. “Yahan ruk, yahi,” unhone kaha, aur main unki rhythm par aa gaya. Unki chut kasti rahi, phir khulti. Meri ungliyan unke stan ke neeche dabti rahi. Pasina unke bindi ke kinare se bahne laga.

Jab unka sharir kasne laga to unhone meri peeth par nakhun nahi gade, sirf kapde ki tarah mujhe apne se chipka liya. Unki awaaz toot kar ek gehli si nikal gayi. Main unke andar hi raha. Thodi der baad meri bhi chalne lagi. Maine nikalne ki koshish ki lekin unhone kamar se dabaaye rakha. Main unke andar hi gir gaya, saans phooli hui.

Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Green room ki batti waisi hi peeli thi. Unhone meri cheek par ungli pheri, koi badi baat nahi ki. Maine unke maathe se pasina ponchha. Kurta sofa ke arm par latak raha tha. Meri jeans ghutnon tak thi.

Woh pal chhota tha. Mujhe samajh aa gaya ki margin ka gussa dar tha, is pal ka nahi. Copy bahar ab bhi khuli hogi, gussa wala shabd waisa hi. Farq sirf yeh tha ki ab woh shabd jhooth lag raha tha.

Chabiyon se pehle naya kaam

Tab hall ki taraf se lohe ki chabiyon ki khankhanahat aayi. Bhola, caretaker, roz isi waqt side gate check karta tha. Aaj jaldi tha. Ira ki aankhen darwaze par gayin. Unhone panty seedhi ki, palazzo uthaya, bra kasaa.

“Van aa gayi hogi,” unhone dheeme kaha. “Kal wali chairs aaj hi utar rahe hain. Agar Bhola yahan aaya to reading se pehle hangama ho jayega.”

Maine t-shirt pehni, jeans bandhi. Ira ka cream kurta ab ulat-pulat tha, lekin pehn liya. Unhone bindi theek ki. Mirror mein unka chehra waisa hi tha, sirf honth gehre.

Chabiyan nazdeek aayi. Main darwaza kholne ke bajay pehle unki taraf dekha. Unhone sirf itna kaha, “Tum jao. Gate khol do. Main yahan se makeup theek karti hoon.”

Yahi palat thi. Chairs lapetna ab mera kaam nahi raha. Mujhe turant side gate par jaana tha, Bhola ko green room se door rakhna tha, van ko andar lena tha. Continuity copy mez par hi chhut gayi, gussa wala page upar.

Main nikalte waqt unka haath nahi pakda. Sirf itna kaha, “Main gate kholta hoon.” Unhone haan mein sar hilaya, lipstick ki katori uthate hue. Hall ki badi batti ab bhi jal rahi thi, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.

Corridor mein meri chal tez ho gayi. Bhola ki torch ki roshni abhi door se dikh rahi thi. Main usse pehle gate tak pahunchna chahta tha, isliye green room ke peeche jo hua, use wahi chhod kar main seedha lohe ke kundi ki taraf badh gaya.

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