“Suniyeee…”
Madhu ki karaahti hui awaaz ne mujhe khinch liya.
“Aap sure to hain na?”
Maine uski gaand se apna muh uthaya, thoda ghabra kar bola, “Hmmm, kyu? Kya soch rahi ho?”
Madhu chup si ho gayi, shabd dhoondh rahi thi jaise. “Bas… darr lagta hai. Ek baar uske saath raat bitaayi to… kahin humara rishta badal na jaaye.”
Mere seene mein bhaar utar aaya. Rishta to badalna tay tha, par Madhu ko kaise samjhaata? Main bas muskara diya, “Chinta mat karo… aisa kuch nahi hoga.”
Aur dobara apna muh uski chikni gaand ke beech ghusa diya. Uske chhed ka swaad lete hue mujhe apni hi haar ka ehsaas ho raha tha.
Mujhe pata tha, us ladke ka sirf ek naam hi Madhu ki chut bheegaa deta hai. Mere liye woh kabhi aisa nahi behi. Main uske shareer ka bhikhari ban chuka tha, jo kuch bhi Madhu mujhe dena chahe, bas wahi mera jeevan ras ban gaya.
Uske dil aur uske ras dono kisi aur ke liye the. Main sirf uske baad bachi hui nami, uski jawani ki tapakti boonden chaatne ke laayak reh gaya tha.
Madhu do saal tak ek dum seedhi-saadhi bahu rahi. Apni taraf se sabse behtareen diya, apna dil bhi, apna jism bhi jitna usse ho saka. Shaadi se pehle ek dum virgin thi. Mujhe laga tha uski taazaa jawani ab sirf mere liye hai.
Par sach us din saamne aaya, jab Madhu ne apne past ki baat mooh se nikaali. Usne bataya tha us ladke ke baare mein jisse woh chipak-chipak kar rahi. Usne kabhi apni chut to shadi ke naam pe bacha li thi. Lekin uski roki hui bhook aaj tak uske andar sulag rahi thi.
Ye bataati thi ki woh ladka isse dhokha de kar dusri ladkiyon ko chodta tha. Yun kahein to buraai hi karti thi. Par jo jalan Madhu ke shabdon mein hoti thi, woh garmaahat mere liye kabhi nahi dikhti thi.
Woh baar-baar us ladki ki photo dikhati, baar-baar kehti, “Dekho…is ladki ke liye mujhe dhokha diya…dekho.”
“Dekho…kaisi lag rahi hai ye ladki? Mere se sundar bhi nahi hai!”
“Usko sirf sex chahiye tha…sirf sex.”
“Usko lagta tha sirf sex se hi pyar hota hai.” jaise kehti ho, “Kaash maine apni chut usse de di hoti…kaash chud gayi hoti usse… to shayad aaj bhi woh mera hi hota.”
Main us din toot gaya. Mujhe samajh aa gaya ki Madhu ki chut mere liye kabhi geeli nahi hogi. Madhu ke dil mein, Madhu ke ras mein, sirf us purane aashiq ka haq hai. Maine jitna Madhu ko apne saamne kholna chaaha, utna hi samajh gaya.
Madhu jitna mere bistar pe seedhi-saadhi sati-savitri dikhti hai, utna hi us ladke ki god mein iske andar chhupi raand bahar aayegi. Madhu ki jis taaza jawani par apna haq samjhe baitha tha, us par lage taale ko kholna mere bass ka nahi tha.
Na Madhu mere liye beh sakti thi, na uska jism mere liye tadapta tha. Ab to main sirf ek cheez chahta tha, ki jab Madhu apni chut us ladke ke lund se tarr-tarr karva ke wapas aaye. Tab uske andar se tapakne wali kuch boondein mere hissa mein bhi aa jaayein. Bas utna hi.
Madhu ke liye main ab sirf ek bhikhari ban chuka hun. Jo apni hi biwi ki chut ke bache hue ras ko chaat kar jeene ki umeed rakhta hai. Madhu apna jism us ladke ko degi, apna dil uske lund ke aage khol degi.
Aur main chup-chaap intezaar karunga. Mere liye sirf baad mein bachi hui nami, thodi si sughandh, thodi si gandagi aur thodi si garmi bachi rahegi.
Madhu aaj tayyar ho rahi thi. Main chup-chaap bistar ke kone par baitha usse dekh raha tha. Do saal pehle jab maine usse pehli baar is raat ke liye chaabhi di thi, usne itna zor se mana kiya tha.
Roti hui kehti thi “humara rishta badal jaayega.” Aaj bhi uske hoth chup the. Par aankhon mein chhupi chamak, ungliyon ki chanchal gati, aur saree ki platein baar-baar theek karna uski chhupi bhook ko dikhlaa rahe the.
Woh ab bhi keh rahi thi ki woh first time mein sirf “catch-up” karne ja rahi hai. Par uske hoth pe thoda zyada lipstick, uske seene pe thoda zyada khulapan, aur har baar apni chaal ko aaine mein dekhne ki aadat. Sab uske andar dabaye hue uttejana ko bayaan kar rahe the.
Main dheere se uth kar uske paas gaya. Uski saree ki ek pleat zyada neeche latak rahi thi. Main ne haath badha kar usse sambhaalna chaha. Madhu ne turant haath se rok diya, bilkul saaf aur thandi awaaz mein: “Nahin… usko aisa hi pasand hai.”
Meri ungliyaan wahi hawa mein thithak gayi. Us ek line ne mujhe yaad dila diya, main sirf dekhne wala hun, badalne wala nahi. Main chupchaap uske peeche ghutnon par baith gaya. Uuski saree ka neeche ka palu theek karne laga.
Meri ungliyon ka sparsh uske pichwade ki garmahat ko mehsoos kar raha tha. Samajh raha tha ki kuch ghanton baad yahi gol pichwada kisi aur ke thappadon se lal hoga. Meri aankhein uski kamar ki lakeeron par tiki thi, jahan se saree khisak kar uska naraam pet dikha rahi thi.
Kal tak mera tha, aaj uske haath se khulega. Uske taazey seene, jo abhi lipstick ki chamak se upar uth rahe the, kuch hi der mein uske muh ke thuk se bhig jaayenge. Aur uski kasi hui, garm chut, jo meri zubaan se kabhi nahi khul paayi, aaj Raj ke lund ke liye apna darwaza tod degi.
Us pal meri zubaan ne dhadakte dil ke saath keh diya: “Agar… agar phone khula chhod do… sirf tumhari awaaz sunne ke liye. Main bilkul interfere nahi karunga.”
Madhu ne ek pal ke liye aaina mein mujhe dekha. Uski aankhon mein kuch tha, na to gussa, na poora pyaar. Jaise ek ladki jise pakad liya gaya ho, par jo chhupana bhi nahi chahti.
Uske hothon par ek bahut hi chhoti, par chhedti hui muskaan ubhri… fir turant gayab. Jaise keh rahi ho: “Tu samajh gaya hai na, main kya karne ja rahi hun? Bas chup-chaap dekh.”
Lekin bahar uski awaaz mein ek naram par mazboot inkaar tha:
“Nahin baby…. Pehli baar hai na. Please?”
Main chup ho gaya. Ye pehli dafa tha jab usne meri iss guhaar ko seedha kaat diya. Mere liye wahi kaafi tha samajhne ko, un channd ghanto mein main uski duniya se bilkul baahar rahunga.
Madhu fir se lipstick ka ek halka coat lagane lagi. Aur aankhon ke kajal ko theek karte waqt uski gardan mein ek ajeeb si garmi thi. Woh pehli baar ke liye tayyar thi. Par ab bhi uss tayyaari ko “sirf catch-up” ke bahane mein lapet rahi thi.
Mere saamne jo bhi tha, bas ek patni nahi, woh Raj ke intezaar mein sulagti ek aag thi. Jo mujhe chhune nahi degi, par apni garmi se mujhe jala kar raakh kar degi.
Tabhi uske phone ki vibration ne hume beech se tod diya. Madhu dressing table par baithi thi, kajal theek karte hue phone uthaya. Screen par “Raj” ka naam chamka. Uski ungliyon ki chaap tez thi, jaise uske andar kuch daba hua nikalna chahta ho. Main peeche se dekh raha tha.
Raj: “Pakka aa rahi hai na? Late ho gayi toh dikkat hogi.”
Madhu ne hoth dabaye, jese apni hasi rok rahi ho. Type kiya:
Madhu: “Bas nikalne wali hun. Family ko lagta hai main apni friend se milne ja rahi hun.”
Uski ungliyon ka sparsh tez, confident tha. Woh aaj jhooth bol rahi thi aur us jhooth mein sach ki garmi chipi thi.
Fir Raj ka message aaya:
Raj: “Waise bhi main expect nahi karta ki tu… You know… bas milna hai.”
Usne likha, fir delete kiya. Fir dobara likha:
Madhu: “Haan… bas catch-up. Dekhenge.”
Uska “Dekhenge” mujhe khol kar rakh gaya. Uske hothon ke kone phadke jaise woh khud se bhi jhoot bol rahi ho.
Raj ka aur ek text aaya.
Raj: “Bas tujhe dekhne ke liye taras gaya hun… aur jo bhi hoga, hoga naturally.”
Madhu ne phone palat kar table par rakha, jaise ab woh mujhe aur usse dono ko ek saath nahi jhel pa rahi ho. Uski aankhon mein ek dabaa hua shor tha. Woh kehna chahti thi ki woh bas “catch-up” hai. Par uske har gesture mein ek aag thi jo dikhati thi: uska shareer Raj ke saath khud hi raasta dhoond lega.
Main peeche se usse dekhta raha. Uske seene ki halke uthaan- giran mein aaj ek aur rhythm thi, anticipation ki.
Madhu: “Pahunch gayi hun. Ab text nahi kar paungi.”
Bas itna hi. Lekin us ek line ke andar meri puri zindagi palat dene ki taakat thi.
Phone mere haath mein tha, par lag raha tha jaise koi pathar uthaye baitha hun.
Saans tez ho gayi. Dimag ke kone mein ek khauf, ab yeh rukegi nahi. Yeh raat ab meri marzi se nahi chalegi. Ab jo hoga, uske baad main kabhi vaapas wahi pati nahi rah jaunga jo ab tak tha.
Meri saanse tez thi, haath kaamp rhe the. Aaj Madhu Raj ke neeche khulegi. Uska jism, uski saansein, uski rooh, sab uske liye hoga. Main is baat pe zara bhi shak nahi kar raha tha.
Bas ek kamzor si awaaz thi, “Catch-up… sirf catch-up. Coffee, baatein, dosti jaisi… usne khud kaha hai.” Lekin dil andar se jaanta tha yeh sirf khud ko bewakoof banane vaali baat hai.
Us “catch-up” ke parde ke peeche wahi sab hone wala tha jise main kabhi soch bhi nahi paaya tha aur jo ab meri biwi apni marzi se karne ja rahi thi.
Dil mein dard tha. Par kahin bahut neeche ek halki si garmi bhi. Soch raha tha, abhi uss hotel ke kamre mein, woh apna pallu, apni kamar, apni jawani. Sab uske samne khol rahi hogi.
Aur main yahaan, ek aurat ke ek chhote se “pahunch gayi” text ko pakad ke kaanp raha hun. Kya main bechara hun? Ya bhagwan ne mujhe kisi ajeeb tareeke se chuna hai, apni hi biwi ko doosre ke haathon nichudti dekhne ke liye?
Meri ungliyan phone ki screen par ghoomti rahi. Kuch likhne ka mann tha. “Take care. Miss you.” Par kuch bheja nahi. Kyunki sach yeh tha ki ab kuch bhi likhne ka matlab nahi tha.
Ab sab uske aur Raj ke beech tha. Main bas chup baitha raha, us blank screen ko ghoorta hua. Us text ke baad meri duniya ek nayi hadh paar kar chuki thi.
Ab koi wapsi nahi thi.
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Uski awaaz aayi, thodi bhaari, thodi thaki hui:
Madhu: “Main nikal gayi hun.”
Sham ke 6 baj gaye the.
Mere dil mein sau sawal the, maine bas ek sawaal nikala:
Main: “Tum theek ho?”
Usne bina ruke, ek chhoti si hansi ke saath kaha:
Madhu: “Haan, mujhe kya hoga?”
Jaise baat khatam karni ho, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Ek chhup si khamoshi ke baad usne casual tareeke se poocha:
Madhu: “Waise tumne khana khaya? Ya main kuch le aaun?”
Main uski awaaz mein woh thoda khurdurapan mehsoos kar raha tha jaise gala kaafi sookh gaya ho. Par uske lafzon mein sab kuch itna aam tha, jaise woh hotel se nahi, kisi dost ke ghar se aa rahi ho.
Meri duniya andar hi andar bikhar rahi thi, aur uske liye sab normal.
Darwaza khula. Madhu andar aayi, ek halki si muskaan ke saath. Na zyada thaki hui na zyada excited, bas ek shaant si energy lekar. Jaise ek lambi shopping trip se aayi ho. Usne apni sandals nikaali aur corner mein rakh di.
Ek second ke liye usne meri taraf dekha. Woh hi purana caring glance, jaise keh rahi ho. “Main aa gayi hun, tum fikr mat karo.”
Subah jaane wali chhavi ab badal gayi thi. Subah hi usne apni saree bilkul press kar ke peheni thi, pallu neatly pinned shoulder pe. Ab pin gayab tha, aur pallu loosely gira hua tha, casually sambhala hua.
Saree jo subah crisp aur ironed thi, ab thodi si crumpled, usme ek ajnabi softness aa gayi thi. Usne apna bag, ek halki thakan ke saath sofa pe rakh diya.
Uske baad woh washroom chali gayi. Jab wapas aayi to simple maxi mein thi, woh saree aur blouse sofa pe gunjat ke pade the.
Mujhe ek second ke liye laga jaise woh saree ab bhi garmi chhod rahi ho. Madhu bed par let gayi, awaaz mein ek shaant thakan, “Main thodi der so jaaun? Tum chai bana lo, main baad mein pee lungi.”
Usne mujhe dekh kar ek polite muskaan di, aur blanket kheench kar aankhen band kar li. Mere andar jal raha tha, par uski shaanti aisi thi ki main kuch keh bhi nahi paaya.
Thodi der baad uski saansein gahri ho gayi, woh so gayi thi. Room mein khamoshi chhayi thi, par meri aankhon mein sab kuch goonj raha tha.
Uske khule baal pillow pe bikhre the. Uske pair halki si sujan dikhate the, jaise kabhi sandal utar ke der tak khade rahe ho. Uski ungliyon par ek halki si laali thi. Meri soch turant wahin chali gayi ke shayad kisi ne use tightly pakda ho.
Main dheere se sofa ke paas gaya, jahan usne apne kapde rakh diye the. Saree uthayi, aaj subah hi press ki hui saree ab bekaar ho chuki thi. Subah ki saari stiffness ab gayab thi. Creases thi, folds mein ek ajeeb si naram-garmi thi.
Jaise woh kapda ghis-ghis kar pighal gaya ho. Main apna chehra us par jhukaya, ek faint mix of perfume aur aurat ki bheegi garmi chipki hui thi. Mere andar ka dimaag cheekh raha tha: Us ke saamne nangi ho kar aayi hai.
Blouse haath mein uthaya. Neckline pe halki crease, jaise ungliyon ne zor se dabaya ho. Underarms thodi geeli smell chhod rahi thi, jo ek aurat ke poore din ki nahi, balki ek mard ke cheekh–cheekh kar dabochne ki thi. Us khushboo ne mere andar ke soye gusse aur jalti hui arousal ko mila kar kuch aur bana diya.
Aur fir, uske panty. White cotton, neatly folded, karke saree ke neeche chipki thi. Par neatness ke peeche ek sach tha. Main ne usse uthaya, fabric par ek halka sa moisture patch sukh kar reh gaya tha, lekin smell abhi zinda thi.
Gheeley ras, namkeen aurat ki sughandh, jo sirf tab nikalti hai jab uski chut kisi ne ghanto ghisi ho. Mujhe laga jaise Raj ke lund ki gandh ab bhi uss kapde mein chipki ho.
Main us panty ko haath mein daba kar sochta raha: Madhu issi mein hotel gayi thi aur issi ko usne utara tha uske saamne.
Madhu bed par bilkul shaant so rahi thi, jaise ek normal din ke baad rest le rahi ho. Aur main uske discarded kapdon mein Raj ke lund ke nishaan dekh raha tha.
Saree aur blouse ke neeche ek aur kapda pada tha — uska petticoat. Maine uthaya toh ek dam se aankhen phail gayi. Crotch ke paas, inner lining par gehre rang ka daag sukh kar chipak gaya tha.
Thoda sa yellowish, thoda white, jaise ek thick flood sukh kar crust ban gaya ho. Sirf panty tak hi nahi ruka tha. Uska paani itna nikla tha ki andar se leak hoke seedha petticoat tak pahunch gaya tha.
Mere haath kaanp rahe the. Maine us spot ko chehre ke paas le aaya, aur ek lamhe ke liye socha ki ruk jaun. Par agle hi pal us daag ko seedha apni naak ke upar daba diya. Ganda, salty, raw smell — Madhu ke chut ka essence mere dimaag tak phail gaya.
Mere seene mein ek ghanti bajne lagi. Main khud bhool gaya ki yeh meri biwi ki kisi aur ke sath manaayi rangreliyon ke nishan hain. Us smell mein ghus kar main paagal ho raha tha.
Main kalpana hi kar sakta tha ki aakhir us hotel mein meri Madhu ke sath aisa kya hua hoga jo uski chut ne ris-ris ke petticoat tak ko sarabor kar diya.
Shayad Raj ne uska chehra apne dono haathon mein pakad kar uske hothon pe apna muh rakh diya hoga. Kya Madhu ne ek pal ke liye resist karne ka naatak bhi kiya hoga. Ya fir khud hi apna muh khol kar uski zubaan andar ghusa li hogi?
Kya jab dono ke hoth chipak gaye honge, dono ki zubaan ek doosre ko lapet ke lambi, geeli, be-sharam kissing kar rahi hongi. Tab kya meri Madhu ka gala Raj ke thook se bhar raha tha?
Ho sakta hai Raj ka haath dheere se uske blouse ke hooks khol kar Madhu ke chhote-chhote naram-naram stanon ko pakad kar masalna shuru kar diya hoga. Uske ungliyon ka dabav, aur Madhu ke stanon ka uthna-baithna ek rhythm mein aa gaya hoga.
Shayad Madhu ki aankhon mein bhi ek pagal si pyaas jagi hogi. Shayad usne khud Raj ka sir apni taraf kheench kar apne nipples pe laaya hoga. Jaise keh rahi ho, “Aao Raja ji. Aaj se ye jism tumhara hua.”
Kya Raj ka tanaa hua lund, jab bhi woh uske paas jhukta, toh seedha Madhu ke pet se lagta hoga? Ya shayad Madhu khud hi us uske lund par hath fira-fira kar apni aag bhadka rahi hogi, aur uske contact se uttejit uski chut, petticoat ko bhigo rahi thi.
Kya Raj ke chest mere jaisa clean tha? Ya bushy? Aur kya Madhu ke apne haath Raj ke bushy, dense chest pe chal rahe honge? Kya woh uske baalon mein ungliyan phirate, uske nipple ko tweak karti? Woh Raj ke mardangi mein poora doob chuki hogi?
Ho sakta hai Raj ne uske kaan ke paas muh laa kar dheere se kuch kaha hoga. Koi aisa lafz, koi aisi gandi baat jo Madhu ne apni shaadi mein kabhi suna hi nahi tha.
Shayad usne bola hoga: “Aaj tujhe nangi kar ke apni rakhail banaunga. Tujhe apne thook se nehla dunga. Aur tujhe aise choodunga ki kal tak chal na paaye. Aaj teri sooni kokh mein main apna beej giraunga.”
Aur shayad Madhu ke kaan mein yeh lafz gunjte hi uske andar se paani ka darya nikal gaya hoga. Panty tak bheegi, aur neeche petticoat ne woh stain apne andar khinch liya. Wahi daag jo ab mere haath mein tha.
Madhu mere paas bed pe so rahi thi — uska chehra masoom, thoda thaka hua. Baal uljhe hue, sindoor mita hua. Par uske innocent chehre ke neeche mujhe woh aurat dikh rahi thi jo kuch ghante pehle apne aashiq se apni suhaagan chut bharwa rahi thi.
In sab ke beech meri saansein maano chadh si gayi thi. Mera haath kab mere lund ko sehlaane laga, pta hi nahi chala. Aur tabhi mujhe apne jeevan ka sabse jabardast skhalan hua. Mere rome-rome mein be bass meri Madhu thi.
Meri naak us petticoat ki khushbu se bhari, aur meri aakhon ke saamne bass meri pyari biwi ka raand roop. Meri aakh kab lag gayi mujhe pata nahi chala.
Humara ye rishta, yaha se kaise mod lega ye mujhe bhi nahi pata tha.
Doston, ye thi meri bholi, par chudaasi Madhu ke raand banne ke safar ka pehela bhaag.
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