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Biwi Tanvi rehearsal chhod kar pati ke kamre mein ruki

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Tanvi bedroom ke darwaze par aadhi bahar thi. Uske left pair threshold ke upar tha, right pair abhi andar. Cotton kurti ka upar wala button khula pada tha aur palazzo ki silwat pair ke paas ikatthi ho rahi thi.

“Agar main ab living room nikal gayi, to sari nikalungi aur neeche rehearsal ke liye utar jaungi,” usne kaha. “Phir jo baat adhuri hai, woh waise hi reh jayegi.”

Maine bed ke kinare se utha, lekin us tak nahi gaya. “To ruko. Ya jao. Beech ke darwaze par mat atko, Tanvi.”

Yeh koi halka jhagra nahi tha. Pichhle teen Sunday main plywood company ke accounts ke call par tha, aur meri biwi akeli society ke park se laut kar aati rahi. Aaj Residents Association ne Kochi ke block C ke courtyard mein Onam rehearsal rakha tha. Unhone meri patni ko group dance ke beech mein khada kar diya tha, har saal ki tarah.

Usne makeup adhura chhoda tha. “Tumhe meri zaroorat Sunday ko nahi padti, Karan. Sirf un aunties ko padti hai ki young couple time par pahunch jaaye.”

Maine kaha, “Secretary Menon ko maine haan bol diya tha kal shaam.”

“To unhe ab nahi bolo.” Uske kandhon ne ek baar kanpkaya.

Bharat ke is dakshin shehar Kochi mein Sunday ki garmi itni thi ki ceiling fan sirf ghumta raha, thandak nahi lata. Deewar ke us paar kisi ke radio se Malayalam song aa raha tha. Usne darwaze ka handle chhoda, lekin pair abhi bhi bahar ki taraf the.

“Main jaa sakti hoon,” usne dheere kaha. “Lekin main nahi jaa rahi. Yeh rehearsal meri shaadi ka hisaab nahi hai.”

Woh andar palat aayi. Darwaza uske peeche halke se band hua, lock nahi pada. Maine dekha uski aankhen gusse se geeli thi, lekin usne meri taraf kadam liya.

Adhuri baat ka palta

Woh mere saamne aa kar ruki, itni kareeb ki kurti ki khushbu meri saans mein mil gayi. Neebu soap aur thodi si paseene ki smell. Usne apna ek haath mere t-shirt ke kene par rakha.

“Aaj main yahin hoon,” usne kaha. “Mujhe abhi tum chahiye. Agar nahi, to main sari nikalne chali jaungi.”

Maine uska haath pakda. “Ruko. Main bhi yahin hoon.”

Uske baad koi doosri shart nahi bani. Tanvi ne meri gardan pakdi aur honth ragar diye, pehle gusse ki tarah, phir dheere, jaise teen Sunday ka khaali ghar uske muh mein utar aaya ho. Maine uski kamar pakdi. Palazzo ki elastic meri ungliyon ke neeche phisli. Woh ek kadam aur aage aayi, aur mere ghutne bed ke kinare se takraaye.

Kurti ka khula button uski collarbone dikhata raha. Maine us button ko nahi khola pehle. Sirf uski gardan chumi, wahan jahan garmi se namak jamta hai. Usne ek awaaz nikali jo shikayat nahi thi. “Call par jo tum hote ho, wahan yeh haath nahi hota.”

“Aaj call nahi hai.” Meri awaaz bhi bhari nikli.

Usne meri t-shirt upar ko kheench di. Main haath upar karta, kapda sir ke upar atka, aur usne has diya, woh hasi jo gusse ke baad aati hai. T-shirt neeche giri. Uske haath mere seene par phire, phir neeche, shorts ki cord tak. Maine uski kurti ke do aur button khole. Uske bra ka kala strap dikha, simple, koi naatak nahi.

Hum dono khade-khade itni der ruke ki fan ki hawa meri peeth par dry ho gayi. Phir uske pair naram pade. “Bed,” usne sirf itna kaha, aur peeche hatkar khud let gayi, takiye ke across, palazzo abhi bhi pehne hue.

Maine uski thighs ke bahar wale hisse par haath phera. Kapda garm tha. Usne apni kamar uthayi, maine palazzo aur panty ek saath neeche utaare, pairon se nikaal kar floor par daal diye. Uski chut par patli si line geeli thi. Usne pair thode khole, sharm se nahi, jaldi se.

Bra ke hook peeche the. Usne side karke meri ungliyon ko wahan le gayi. Hook khule. Uske breasts pehle meri hatheli mein aaye, phir mere muh mein. Main dheere choosta raha, is liye nahi ki koi rule tha, balki is liye ki uski ungliyan mere baal mein kas rahi thi.

“Shorts,” usne kaha, saans tod kar.

Maine shorts aur underwear ek saath utaare. Mera lund bhari hui tarah khada tha, uski pet ke against lagte hi usne hip uthayi. Lube nahi thi, lekin uski chut itni geeli thi ki meri head uske folds ke beech phisli. Maine ruk kar uski aankhen dekhi. Usne meri gardan ke peeche haath daal kar mujhe andar kheench liya.

Tanvi ke saath woh raat nahi dopahar

Andar jaate hi dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Uski chut ne mujhe kas liya, garmi se, Sunday ki thakan se, us baat se jo darwaze par adhuri reh gayi thi. Maine pehla dhakka dheere diya. Usne naakh se awaaz kaati.

“Aur,” usne kaha. Sirf ek shabd.

Maine kamar uthayi aur doosra dhakka diya, is baar gehra. Bed ki lakdi ne ek halki cheekh di. Bahar radio ab bhi chal raha tha. Hindustan ke is tatiye coastal shehar mein dopahar aisi hi hoti hai, padosi jaagte hain, lekin kamra apna rehta hai. Maine uske upar weight diya, meri chhati uski chhati se satti, aur usne pair meri kamar ke peeche lock kar liye.

Kuch der hum isi tarah rahe, tez nahi, bas poora. Har baar jab main nikalta, uski geeli garmi ungliyon jaisi yaad dilati. Phir woh khud neeche se milne lagi, hip utha kar, jaise rehearsal ke tal se alag koi taal nikal aayi ho. Meri ungliyan uske baal mein phans gayin. Uske baal gile the, garmi se, meri saans se.

“Wahan,” usne meri kaan ke paas kaha, aur apni left thigh meri kamar par kheench li. Maine angle badla, itna ki mera lund uski chut ke upar wale hisse ko ragde. Uske nails meri peeth par lage, gehre nahi, bas pakad ke.

Paseena uski collarbone se neeche behne laga. Maine jeebh se wahan chat liya. Namak. Usne hansne ki jagah koi aur awaaz di, jo daant ke peeche ruki. Fan ghumta raha. Meri kamar mein woh khichav aaya jo jaldi khatam kar deta hai. Maine speed kam ki, is liye ki woh saath rahe, is liye nahi ki koi lecture dena tha.

Tanvi ne mujhe palat diya. Itni aasani se ki main heran raha. Woh upar aa gayi, meri chhati par dono hatheliyan, aur khud ko mere lund par baitha liya. Kurti ab uske kamar ke around guchchi ho kar padi thi, maine woh bhi side ko sarka di. Nangi, sirf meri thighs ke bahar uski calves. Usne upar-neeche hona shuru kiya, pehle chhota, phir poora utar kar, itna ki meri head uski chut ke andar chhip jaaye.

“Teen Sunday,” usne kaha, saans ke beech. “Itne din yeh ghar sookha pada.”

Maine uski thighs pakdi. “Aaj sookha nahi.”

Uske breasts mere muh ke upar jhule. Maine ek nipple pakda, choosa, daant nahi lagaye. Uski chut ne har baar neeche aate hue mujhe nigal liya. Palang ki chadar uske ghutnon ke neeche ikatthi ho gayi. Main neeche se uth kar milta, woh upar se girti, aur beech ki thok ek hi jagah par padti.

Uske muh se mera naam ki jagah sirf saans nikli. “Karan.” Phir kuch nahi. Uski aankhen band thin, lekin pair meri sides par kas rahe the. Maine angutha uski chut ke upar wale guthli par rakh diya, wahan jahan woh khud ragad rahi thi. Do pal baad uski kamar kas gayi, andar se, aur usne meri kalaai pakad kar dabaye rakha.

Woh kampte hue aa gayi, itni tez ki uski saans atak gayi, phir toot kar nikli. Uski chut ne mujhe dhakke pe dhakka diya. Maine uske niche uthna band nahi kiya. Uske baad woh meri chhati par gir padi, honth mere collarbone par, aur maine uski gaand ke neeche se pakad kar do gehre dhakke aur diye.

Mera lund usi geeli pakad mein khatam hua. Main andar hi nikal aaya, garmi ke saath, uski pet ke against dhakke ki tarah. Usne mujhe nikaala nahi. Hum dono kuch der aise hi rahe, meri ungliyan uski kamar ki haddi par, uski saans meri gardan par.

Paseena saaf karne ki jagah sirf fan tha. Usne meri chhati se sir uthaya, lipstick ab nahi rahi thi, sirf geela honth. “Rehearsal ka time nikal gaya hoga.”

Maine uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye. “Nikalne do.”

Woh meri bagal mein let gayi, ek pair meri pair par. Kurti bed ke pair ke paas padi thi, palazzo door, meri shorts usse bhi door. Window se courtyard ki hawa aa rahi thi, thodi nam, Kochi wali. Maine socha tha gussa rahega. Gussa tha, lekin uske neeche yeh bhi tha ki meri patni ne darwaze se palatna chuna.

Kuch der sirf ceiling fan ki kat-kat chali. Uski ungli meri chhati ke baal mein ghumti rahi, bina plan ke. Maine uski kamar par haath rakha, wahan jahan ab bhi meri nishani geeli thi. Usne pair thode aur khole, phir band kiye, jaise aur nahi, bas yahi kaafi.

“Menon wait karegi,” maine kaha, is liye nahi ki jaana tha, balki is liye ki baat adhuri na reh jaaye.

“Wait kare. Mujhe aaj unka dhol nahi sunna.” Usne meri t-shirt ko pair se kheench kar apni chhati par rakh li, jaise kapda bhi ab faisla ho.

Bell ne sab tod diya

Pehli bell itni tez thi ki dono ek saath uth baithe. Front door ki wali, bedroom wali nahi. Dusri bell uske turant baad aayi. Phir knock hui, metal pe metal.

“Tanvi! Rehearsal shuru ho gaya!” Mrs. Menon ki awaaz corridor se aa rahi thi, wohi jo kal haan sun chuki thi. “Young couple ko line mein aana hai!”

Tanvi ne kurti uthayi, palazzo nahi mila jaldi. Sirf kurti pehen kar, neeche kuch nahi, woh bedroom se nikal kar living room ki taraf bhaagi. Maine shorts kheenche, lekin uske peeche nahi gaya. Darwaze ki zanjeer ki khanak aayi. Usne front door thoda sa khola hoga, kyunki Menon ki awaaz ab saaf thi.

“Aaj nahi aa rahe,” Tanvi ne kaha, saans abhi bhi bhari. “Unwell hain. Program aap log kar lijiye.”

Menon kuch second chup rahi. “Onam ke din yaad rahega yeh.” Phir uske chappal ke talon ki awaaz seedhiyon par utar gayi, gusse mein nahi, jaldi mein. Neeche courtyard mein dhol ki pehli line pad gayi, wohi taal jisme meri biwi ko khada hona tha.

Tanvi wapas aayi, kurti abhi bhi aadhi button wali, pair nange. Usne bedroom ka darwaza band kiya, peeth deewar se lagayi, aur meri taraf dekha. Neeche dhol tez hua. Hum dono us program se bahar reh gaye, ghar ke is garm kamre mein, jahan adhuri baat ne unhe rakh liya tha.

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