Saheli ki shaadi ke sangeet par 25 saal ki $name1 ki nazar dulhe ke dost Kabir se mili, aur haveli ke khaali kamre mein dono ne poori raat jashn manaaya.
$name1 25 saal ki thi, Mumbai mein ek fashion designer. Uski sabse pakki saheli Ritu ki shaadi Jaipur ki ek purani haveli mein ho rahi thi, aur $name1 teen din pehle hi pahunch gayi thi — mehendi, haldi, sangeet, sab kuch enjoy karne.
Sangeet ki raat usne gehre laal rang ka lehenga pehna tha. Blouse peeche se bilkul khula tha, sirf ek patli dori se bandha, aur aage se itna gehra ki uski gori chhatiyon ki daraar saaf dikh rahi thi. Lehenga uski kamar ke neeche baandha tha, jisse uski patli kamar aur gehri naabhi khuli thi.
Jab woh dance floor par aayi, to aadhi baaraat ki nazrein uspar ruk gayi. Par $name1 ki nazar sirf ek par thi.
Kabir. Dulhe ka college ka dost, 28 saal ka, Delhi mein architect. Lamba, saanwla, halki daadhi, kaale kurte mein aisa lag raha tha jaise kisi magazine se nikla ho. Haldi ke din se dono ke beech nazron ka khel chal raha tha. Woh jab bhi dekhti, woh pehle se use dekh raha hota.
DJ ne “Kajra Re” lagaya aur Ritu ne zabardasti dono ko saath dance karne kheench liya. Kabir ka haath $name1 ki nangi kamar par aaya aur uske badan mein bijli daud gayi. Dance ke dauraan woh itne paas aa gaye ki $name1 ki chhatiyan uski chhati se ragad rahi thi.
“Tum jaanti ho ki is lehenge mein tum kya qatal kar rahi ho?” Kabir ne uske kaan mein kaha.
“Kiska?” $name1 ne aankhein matkaayi.
“Mera,” usne kaha, aur uska haath uski kamar se thoda neeche sarak gaya, uski gaand ke upar.
$name1 ne use nahi hataya. Balki usne apni kamar thodi aur peeche dhakeli, aur use mehsoos hua — Kabir ka lund uske kurte ke andar sakht ho chuka tha, uski jaangh par dab raha tha.
Gaana khatam hua. Log taaliyan baja rahe the. $name1 ne Kabir ki taraf dekha, uske hothon ke paas jhuk kar kaha, “Teesri manzil. Peeche wali seedhiyan. Das minute.”
Aur woh bheed mein gaayab ho gayi.
Haveli ki teesri manzil khaali thi. Wahan ke kamre purane the, mehmaanon ke liye kholi nahi gayi thi. $name1 ek kamre mein gayi jiski khidki se neeche ki lights aur sangeet ka shor dikh raha tha. Kamre mein ek bada, nakkashi wala palang tha, aur deewar par ek purana aaina.
Uska dil tez dhadak raha tha. Usne aaine mein khud ko dekha — gaal laal, hoth kaanpte hue, chhatiyan tez saanson se upar-neeche.
Darwaza khula. Kabir andar aaya aur kundi laga di.
Ek pal dono ne ek doosre ko dekha. Phir Kabir ne do kadam badhaaye aur use deewar se laga kar choomne laga.
Woh chumban bhookha tha, gehra. Kabir ne uska chehra dono haathon mein pakda, uske hothon ko choosa, jeebh andar daali. $name1 ne uske kurte ke button kholne shuru kiye, haath kaanpte hue.
“Neeche sab dhoondhenge,” $name1 ne haanfte hue kaha.
“Dhoondhne do,” Kabir ne kaha aur uski gardan par daant gada diye.
Usne use ghumaaya aur peeche se uske blouse ki dori kheench di. Blouse dheela ho gaya aur aage gir gaya. $name1 ne bra nahi pehni thi. Uske gol, gore mamme, gulaabi nipples ke saath, aaine mein dikh rahe the.
Kabir ne peeche se unhe dono haathon mein bhara aur aaine mein uski aankhon mein dekha. “Dekho khud ko,” usne kaha. “Kitni sexy ho.”
$name1 ne dekha — ek ajnabi ke haath uske nange mammon par, uske nipples ko masalte hue, aur uska apna chehra hawas se laal. Usne apni gaand peeche dhakeli aur Kabir ke lund par ragadne lagi.
Kabir ka ek haath neeche gaya, lehenge ke andar. Usne panty ke upar se uski chut ko sehlaaya. Panty bheegi hui thi.
“Dance floor se hi geeli thi kya?” Kabir ne chheda.
“Haldi ke din se,” $name1 ne kabool kiya.
Kabir ne panty ke andar ungliyan daali aur uske daane ko golaai mein ragadne laga. $name1 ne aaine par haath tika diye aur siskaariyan bharne lagi. Neeche sangeet baj raha tha — “London Thumakda” — aur yahan upar woh Kabir ki ungliyon par naach rahi thi.
Kabir ne do ungliyan uski chut mein ghusaai aur tez-tez andar-bahar karne laga, anguthe se daana dabate hue. $name1 ki taangein kaanpne lagi. “Kabir… haan… wahi… main… aaahh!”
Woh aaine ke saamne khadi khadi jhad gayi, Kabir ke haath ko apni jaanghon ke beech daba kar.
Phir woh mudi aur ghutno par baith gayi. Kabir ka kurta pehle hi khul chuka tha. Usne uska pajama ka naada kheencha aur pajama neeche gir gaya. Uska lund bahar uchhla — lamba, saanwla, mota, supada phoola hua.
$name1 ne upar dekh kar muskuraaya. “Baaraat mein sabse lamba to tumhara hi nikla.”
Usne lund ko jad se pakda aur jeebh se supade ko chaata. Phir hoth gol karke dheere-dheere poora munh mein le liya. Kabir ne deewar ka sahaara liya. “Uff $name1… kya karti ho tum…”
Woh choosti rahi, lipstick uske lund par laal nishaan chhodti rahi. Kabhi gale tak leti, kabhi bahar nikaal kar supade par jeebh ghumaati. Ek haath se uske tatte sehlaati rahi.
Kabir ne use uthaya aur palang par le gaya. Usne uska lehenga utaarne ki koshish ki, par itni kadhaai thi ki dono hans pade. Aakhir lehenga zameen par gira, phir uski laal lace panty. Ab $name1 sirf apne gehno mein thi — maang tikka, jhumke, chooriyan, aur payal.
Kabir ne use aise dekha jaise koi khazaana mila ho. “Bas yeh gehne pehne rehna.”
Usne $name1 ki taangein faila di aur uski chut par munh laga diya. Uski jeebh uski chut ki gehraai tak gayi, phir daane ko choosne lagi. $name1 ki chooriyan khanak rahi thi jab woh chaadar ko muthi mein bheench rahi thi.
“Bas… ab andar daalo… please…”
Kabir uske upar aaya. Usne lund ko uski chut ke munh par rakha aur uski aankhon mein dekha. Phir dheere-dheere, ek-ek inch karke andar dhakela.
$name1 ki saans ruk gayi. Lund use poori tarah bhar raha tha. “Oh god… kitna gehra…”
Kabir ne pehle dheere-dheere chodna shuru kiya. Har dhakke par $name1 ki payal chhan-chhan karti, chooriyan khanakti. Neeche se dhol ki awaaz aa rahi thi aur Kabir ne usi taal par dhakke maarne shuru kiye.
$name1 hans padi, phir siskaari bhari. “Dhol ki taal par chod rahe ho?”
“Shaadi hai, jashn to banta hai,” Kabir ne kaha aur raftaar badha di.
Ab palang hil raha tha, purani lakdi charmara rahi thi. $name1 ne apni taangein uski kamar par lapet di aur uske naakhun uski peeth mein gaad diye. “Aur zor se… chod mujhe… haan…”
Kabir ne use palta aur ghodi bana diya. Uski gori gaand, kamar par sone ki kamarbandh. Kabir ne kamarbandh pakda aur use lagaam ki tarah kheench kar peeche se pelne laga. Har dhakke par $name1 ke mamme aage-peeche jhoolte.
“Haan… aise hi… teri ghodi hoon aaj…” $name1 bekaabu ho chuki thi.
Kabir ne uski gaand par chaanta maara aur $name1 ki chut ne usse kas liya. Usne aage haath daal kar uska daana ragda, aur $name1 doosri baar jhad gayi, takiye mein munh daba kar cheekhte hue taaki neeche koi sun na le.
Phir $name1 ne use neeche litaya aur uske upar chadh gayi. Usne lund ko apni chut mein liya aur ek dancer ki tarah kamar matkaane lagi. Gol-gol, aage-peeche, upar-neeche. Uske gehne chamak rahe the, mamme uchhal rahe the.
Kabir ne uske mamme pakde aur neeche se dhakke maarne laga. “$name1… main aa raha hoon…”
“Andar… mere andar aao,” woh boli aur neeche jhuk kar use chooma.
Kabir ne uski kamar pakad kar use neeche dabaaya aur uski chut mein gehra dhakka maar kar apna garam maal chhod diya. $name1 ne uske lund ko apni chut mein dhadakte hue mehsoos kiya aur teesri baar jhad gayi, uske upar dheeli padte hue.
Dono der tak ek doosre ki baahon mein pade rahe. Kabir ka lund ab bhi uske andar tha, dheere-dheere naram hota hua. $name1 ne uske seene par sir rakh kar uski dhadkan suni. Neeche se ab “Mehendi Laga Ke Rakhna” ki dhun aa rahi thi aur aunty log gaa rahi thi.
“Agar Ritu ko pata chala na,” $name1 ne hans kar kaha, “to woh mujhe apni shaadi se nikaal degi.”
“Ya phir thank you bolegi,” Kabir ne kaha. “Usi ne to humein dance karne bheja tha.”
$name1 ne uski chhati par halka sa thappad maara aur phir use chooma, dheere, lamba, jaise yeh pal ruk jaaye.
Kuch der baad neeche se aawaaz aayi — Ritu use dhoondh rahi thi.
$name1 hansi aur jaldi-jaldi lehenga pehnne lagi. Kabir ne blouse ki dori baandhi aur uski nangi peeth par ek aakhri chumban diya.
“Kal phere hain,” Kabir ne kaha. “Uske baad?”
“Uske baad vidaai,” $name1 ne muskura ke kaha. “Par Mumbai ki flight parso hai. Aur tumhara kamra mere kamre ke bagal mein hai.”
Woh seedhiyan utar gayi, baal theek karte hue, aur dance floor par waapis aa gayi jaise kuch hua hi nahi. Sirf uski jaanghon ke beech ki geelaapan aur uske hothon ki muskaan jaanti thi ki sangeet ki raat sabse achha gaana kahan baja tha.
Aur agli raat, phere ke baad, jab saari haveli thak kar so gayi, to $name1 ke kamre ke darwaze par ek halki si dastak hui.