Jacket kursi par latka tha, lekin Ishita reunion wali jeans mein nahi thi. Cotton ki halki kurti aur palazzo mein woh balcony ki khidki ke paas khadi thi, phone kaan par dabaaye. Speaker par uski cousin Mitali ki awaaz aa rahi thi, aur us awaaz ne meri der ko tod diya.
“Main nahi aa rahi,” Ishita ne seedha kaha. “Dopahar mein hi decide kar liya tha. Group mein likh bhi diya.”
Mitali kuch aur bolne lagi, lekin Ishita ne call kaat diya. Surat ki is colony ki bijli tez thi, aur Bharat ki doosri industrial shaamon jaisi garmi kapdon ke neeche chipki hui thi.
Maine jacket uthane ka bahana rakha tha. Pichhli hafte yahin chhod aaya tha, socha tha ghar khaali milega. Reunion ki dhoom machni thi, aur main darwaze se hi laut jaata. Ab woh yahin thi, aur uska pehle wala faisla mere pairon ke neeche aa gaya.
“Tum yahan kyo ho?” uski aankhen meri shirt par ruki. “Mitali ko laga tha main nikal chuki hoon.”
“Jacket,” maine kaha, awaaz sookhi. “Aur yeh soch ke ki tum nahi hoge.”
Ishita ne phone table par patka. “Dopahar ko hi soch liya tha ki nahi jaungi. Tumhe bataya nahi, kyunki tum door rehte ho jab main koi cheez clear karti hoon.”
Woh peeche nahi hatti. Do kadam aage aayi, kurti ka gala gham se chipka hua. “Abhi jaana hai to jacket le lo. Warna yahin raho, lekin sawal mat pucho jaise main bachi hoon.”
Maine jacket nahi uthaya. “Main isliye door tha kyunki mujhe laga tumhe space chahiye. Tumne pehle hi reunion chhod diya, aur main yahan khada hoon. Yeh ulta pad raha hai.”
“Ulta nahi hai,” usne kaha, aur uski ungli meri kalaai par ruki. “Haan. Abhi. Agar tum bhi chahte ho to.”
Pehle wale faisle ki garmi
Kalaai se pakad itni tez nahi thi, lekin kaafi thi. Main aage jhuka, uske honth meri saans ke itne kareeb aa gaye ki garmi alag se mehsoos hui. Pehla chuma halka tha, doosra nahi. Ishita ne meri shirt ka pehla button khud khola, na naatak ke saath, na koi lambi baat ke saath.
Kurti ka kapda uski chhati se chipka hua tha. Mere haath ne kamar pakdi, uski kamar patli aur garam. Palazzos ki nadi neeche se sarakne lagi jab usne khud kamar ki elastic dhakeli. Sofa ke kinare uski rani meri jean ki chain tak aa gayi, aur wahan ruk kar usne meri aankhon mein dekha, phir chain khol di.
“Dopahar se yahi soch rahi thi,” uski awaaz dheemi padi. “Ki agar tum aa bhi gaye to main rokungi nahi.”
Jean zameen par giri. Boxer ke upar mera lund already tight tha. Ishita ne haath andar kiya, muh se ek chhoti si hansi nikal aayi jo gusse jaisi nahi, raahat jaisi thi. Maine kurti upar ko sarkaayi, uski chuchiyon par halka kapda ab bhi tha, lekin geela. Munh se uski left chuchi ko dabaya to uski ungliyan mere baal mein kas gayin.
Sofa chhota tha. Woh let gayi, ek taang upar, palazzo ek pair par atka hua. Main uske beech jhuka, meri jeebh uski pet ke neeche gayi, phir uski chut tak. Pehli choos mein uski kamar uth gayi. Doosri mein usne meri gardan dabaayi, na zor se, bas yahan rakho jaise.
Geelapan tez tha. Main do ungliyan andar le gaya, dheere, uski saans tuti. Ishita ke daant honth par pade, aankhen band nahi hui. Woh dekh rahi thi, jaise faisla dobara na karna pade. Mera munh uski chut par raha, jeebh gol, ungliyan uske andar dhoondhti hui woh jagah jahan uski taangein kampati thin.
“Kabir,” usne sirf naam liya. Aur kuch nahi. Na ruko, na tez. Sirf naam, aur uske baad meri jeebh aur tez ho gayi.
Jab uski thighs meri kaanon ke dono taraf kasin, tab maine munh hataya. Uth kar shirt poori utari, nanga tha main ab jean ke alawa kuch nahi, aur jean pehle hi neeche thi. Mera lund uski pet par laga, garam, bhaari. Ishita ne haath se pakda, do baar upar neeche kiya, phir khud ko adjust kiya sofa ke kinare.
Andar jaate waqt dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Uski chut tight thi, geeli, aur pehla dhakka poora nahi gaya. Main ruka, maathe se pasina. Usne apna ek haath meri kamar par rakha aur khud aage sarak kar baaki lund andar le liya. Wahan se baat badal gayi.
Dheere choda pehle. Sofa ki back pe uska sir, meri hathiyaan uske kandhon ke paas. Har dhakke par kurti aur upar sarakti gayi, aakhir mein maine woh bhi nikaal di. Nangi Ishita neeche, main upar, colony ke bahar koi scooter ki speed ki awaaz aayi aur gayi, hum rukhe nahi.
Uski aankhen kabhi band, kabhi meri. Maine uski chuchi muh mein li, dhakke chhote rakhe, phir lambe. Jab uski chut ne pakad tight ki, meri raftaar badhi. Sofa ki ek taang halki si khisaki, Ishita hans padi us beech bhi, phir us hansi ke baad usne mujhe aur andar kheencha.
“Yahin,” usne kaha, saans ke beech. Main samajh gaya. Tez kiya, lekin ganja nahi. Har baar nikal ke poora andar, uski thighs meri kamar par. Paseena uske gale se neeche behta, maine jeebh se chaata, namak aur attar mila hua.
Beech mein usne mujhe upar dhakela, khud baithi. Ab uska weight, uski rhythm. Cotton palazzo ek pair par ab bhi atka tha, doosra pair mere side. Ishita ne haath sofa ke peeche pakde, chhati meri muh ke saamne, aur woh khud ko mere lund par utaarne lagi. Yeh uska tempo tha, dopahar wale faisle jaisa, pehle soch ke, phir bina rukhe.
Maine uski gaand par haath rakha, nahi pelne ke liye, bas thaamne ke liye. Uski kamar gol ghoomti, chut har baar neeche tak leti. Meri ungliyan uski thighs par nishaan chhod rahi thin. Jab tez hua, usne meri gardan nikaal kar chuma, daant se honth, phir jeebh.
Girne ka khatra sofa par zyada tha. Main usko neeche carpet par le aaya, takiya saath. Koi naya khel nahi, wahi lund, wahi chut, bas zameen ki sakhti. Ishita leti, taangein khuli, maine phir se choda. Ab awaaz alag thi, geeli, saaf. Uski chut se pani mere pairon tak nahi, lekin tangon ke beech chamak raha tha.
Hindustan ke is shehar mein raat jaldi nahi ghirti. Khidki ke bahar abhi bhi halki roshni thi, curtain aadha khula. Maine curtain nahi chhua. Ishita ne bhi nahi. Hum chhup nahi rahe the, bas apne kaam mein the.
Uski saans unchi ho gayi. Maine anguthe se uski chut ke upar wala naram hisa mala, lund andar hi, chhote dhakke. Woh kampne lagi, pehle pet, phir taangein. Maine ruk kar nahi poocha. Uske naakhon ne meri peeth kheench li, aur uski chut ne itni kas ke pakda ke meri aankh band ho gayi.
Panchtvan dhakka uske andar hi raha jab woh nikalti hui awaaz mein doob gayi. Geelapan aur badha. Main uske upar raha, dheere hilaata, uski lehr khatam hone tak. Phir meri bari thi, lekin usne pairon se mujhe andar hi rakha.
“Yahin gira,” itna hi kaha usne, aur woh kaafi tha. Maine tez kiya, chaar, paanch, lambe dhakke, uski chuchiyan meri chhati se ragad khati. Jab aaya, andar hi aaya, garam, lamba. Mera lund dhadka, uski chut ne har boond li. Donon kuch der aise hi pade rahe, paseena, saans, sofa peeche khisaka hua.
Doosri saans ke baad
Pehli saaf saans mein mujhe jacket dikha, ab bhi kursi par, jaise kisi ne chhua hi na ho. Ishita ne meri chhati se sir uthaya, baal gaal par chipke. Uske baal geele the, meri ungliyan unmein atki rahi ek pal, phir nikal gayin.
Carpet ki khurdur khurdur peeth par mehsoos ho rahi thi. Main side ko sarak aaya, lund dheela, uski taang meri taang par. Ishita ne palazzo poora utaar ke ek kona kar diya, kurti sofa ke arm par daal di. Nangi hi rahi, chhupane ki koshish nahi ki.
“Mitali ab bhi maanegi nahi,” usne ceiling dekhte hue kaha. “Dopahar wala message uske liye joke tha.”
Maine kuch defend nahi kiya. Paani ki bottle table par thi, usne uthayi, do ghoont liye, mujhe pakadai. Thanda pani gale se utra to garmi thodi hati. Uski chut se meri cum dheere bahar aa rahi thi, usne tissue nahi manga, bas taangein jodi aur meri kalai phir se pakdi, is baar kam zor se.
“Tum soch rahe the main chali jaungi,” uski awaaz seedhi rahi. “Isliye jacket ka natak.”
“Natak nahi tha. Jacket sach mein yahin tha.” Main hans diya, chhota. “Lekin haan, main isliye aaya tha ki tum nahi hoge. Phir tumne pehle hi mana kar rakha tha, aur main phas gaya.”
Ishita ne meri shirt uthayi, na pehni, sirf meri pet par daal di jaise kapda rakh diya ho. “Phasna alag baat hai. Yeh wala nahi tha.”
Kamre mein fan tez tha, lekin paseena poora nahi sookha. Maine uski chuchi ke kinare se ek boond ponchhi, uski body ki garmi ab bhi uthi hui thi. Woh palat kar meri taraf aayi, ek chuma aur, is baar dheema, khatam hote hue kaam jaisa nahi, bas yahi tak.
Bahar koi ghanti nahi bajayi. Colony ke neeche koi awaaz aayi, bachchon ki, phir khatam. Hum dono akele hi the is floor par, yeh pata pehle se tha, isliye darwaza pehle se band tha, lock ka koi naya khel nahi kiya.
Uski aankhen ab kam tej thin. Maine uske kandhon par haath phera, uski saans meri kalaai ke neeche. Thodi der aur pade rehte, lekin kursi wala jacket bar bar nazar aa raha tha, jaise kisi ne time ko wahi chhod diya ho.
“Utna door mat ho dubara,” usne kaha, lekin yeh koi agla plan nahi tha. Sirf itna. Main sir hilaya, zyada bolne ki jagah nahi bachi thi. Mera lund ab shaant tha, uski taang hat gayi, beech mein hawa aayi.
Sidhiyon par akela utarna
Main pehle uthha. Boxer pehne, jean, shirt ke button galat hole se dale, ek chhod diya. Ishita carpet par hi baithi rahi, takiya seene se lagaye, nangi, sharmaye nahi. Maine jacket aakhir mein uthaya, is baar sach mein, kone se kapda jhaada.
Darwaza kholte waqt usne kuch nahi kaha. Maine bhi wapas se haan nahi dohraya. Threshold par meri nazar uski khidki ke curtain par gayi, ab bhi aadha khula, Surat ki shaam bahar dhundhli. Bharat ki yeh garmi andar se bahar nikalte hi alag lagi, thodi suki, thodi tez.
Peeche se latch lagi, ek saaf click. Main sidhiyon par utra, jacket baahon par, shirt ka galat button ab bhi galat. Neeche chowkidiwar so raha tha kursi par, maine awaaz nahi di. Colony gate ke bahar nikalte hi scooter nahi liya, paidal hi do block chala, kyunki pair abhi bhi us carpet ki yaad rakh rahe the, aur uske pehle wale faisle ki bhi.
More stories to read
