Pune mein akeli rehne wali 24 saal ki $name1 ka kiraya do mahine se baaki tha, aur 46 saal ke rangeen mizaaj makaan malik Malhotra ji ke saath ek baarish wali raat sab hisaab barabar ho gaya.
$name1 24 saal ki thi. Dehradun se Pune aayi thi ek startup mein graphic designer ki naukri lekar. Patli kamar, lambe khule baal, aur gol bhari hui gaand jo uski jeans mein har kadam par matakti thi.
Usne Koregaon Park ke paas ek purane bungalow ki upar wali manzil kiraye par li thi. Neeche makaan malik Suresh Malhotra rehte the.
Malhotra ji 46 saal ke the. Do saal pehle unka talaaq ho chuka tha aur ab woh akele rehte the. Kanpatiyon par safed baal, ghani moonchhein, aur aisi body jo umar ke hisaab se kaafi kasi hui thi. Har subah woh lawn mein bina shirt ke yoga karte the, aur $name1 apni balcony se chai peete hue chupke se unhe dekhti thi.
Malhotra ji bhi kam nahi the. Jab bhi $name1 shorts mein seedhiyan utarti, unki nazar uski chikni jaanghon par ruk jaati. “Beta, sab theek hai na? Koi problem ho to batana,” woh kehte, aur unki aawaaz mein ek alag si garmi hoti.
$name1 ko unka “beta” kehna ajeeb lagta tha. Kyunki jis tarah woh dekhte the, woh kisi beti ko dekhne wali nazar nahi thi.
Ek baar geyser kharab hua to Malhotra ji theek karne upar aaye. $name1 abhi-abhi naha kar nikli thi, sirf towel lapete hue. Paani ki boondein uske kandhon se phisal kar uske mammon ke beech ki lakeer mein ja rahi thi.
Malhotra ji ne nazar churaane ki koshish ki, par nahi chura paaye. Unki pajame mein ubhaar saaf dikh raha tha. $name1 ne bhi dekha, aur jaldi se bedroom mein bhaag gayi. Darwaze ke peeche khadi woh der tak hasti rahi, par uske nipples tan chuke the.
Us raat bistar par usne pehli baar Malhotra ji ke baare mein socha. Unki moonchhein apni jaanghon ke beech. Unke bhaari haath apni gaand par. Ungli chut mein daal kar woh itni zor se jhadi ki takiya munh par dabana pada.
Phir kuch hafte aise hi nikal gaye. Nazrein milti, muskaanein hoti, par koi aage nahi badhta.
Phir startup mein gadbad ho gayi. Do mahine tak salary nahi aayi. $name1 ke paas bachat bhi khatam ho rahi thi. Kiraya baaki tha, aur use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki Malhotra ji se kya kahe.
Ek shaam unhone khud upar aakar darwaza khatkhataya. Bahar zor ki baarish ho rahi thi aur light chali gayi thi.
“Inverter kaam kar raha hai?” unhone poocha. Haath mein torch thi.
“Nahi, Malhotra ji. Pata nahi kya hua.”
Woh andar aaye aur inverter dekhne lage. $name1 ne ek dheela white t-shirt aur chhote cotton shorts pehne the. Andar bra nahi thi. Torch ki roshni jab uspar padi, to uske nipples ka kaala ubhaar saaf dikha. Malhotra ji ki nazar ek pal ke liye wahin ruk gayi.
Inverter theek ho gaya. Ek peeli bulb jali. $name1 ne chai banayi aur dono sofe par baith gaye.
“Kiraye ke baare mein…” $name1 ne himmat jutaayi. “Main jaanti hoon do mahine ho gaye. Office mein salary nahi aa rahi. Bas thoda sa time de dijiye.”
Malhotra ji ne cup neeche rakha. “Main paison ke liye nahi aaya, $name1.”
“To?”
Woh thodi der chup rahe. Phir bole, “Sach kahun? Jab se tum aayi ho, main raat ko so nahi pata. Tumhe balcony mein dekhta hoon, seedhiyon par dekhta hoon… Galat hai, jaanta hoon. Par jhooth nahi bolunga.”
$name1 ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. “Aur kiraya?”
“Kiraya bhool jao. Woh ek alag baat hai. Main koi sauda nahi kar raha. Agar tum mana karogi, to main abhi neeche chala jaaunga aur kal se tumhe beta hi bulaunga. Kiraya jab hoga tab dena.”
Yeh sunkar $name1 ke andar kuch pighal gaya. Woh sochti thi ki aisi baat sunkar use gussa aayega. Par gussa nahi aaya. Balki uski jaanghon ke beech ek garmi phail gayi.
Usne apna cup rakha aur unke paas khisak gayi. “Aap mujhe bhi dekhte the na lawn mein?” usne fusfusa kar poocha. “Main bhi aapko dekhti thi. Bina shirt ke.”
Malhotra ji ki aankhein chamak uthi.
$name1 ne unki moonchhon ko ungli se chhua, phir unke honth choom liye. Malhotra ji ne use kamar se pakad kar apni god mein kheench liya. Unka chumban dheema tha, tajurbe wala. Unki zubaan uske munh mein ghoomi, unke haath uski peeth par, phir t-shirt ke andar.
Jab unki khurdari hatheli ne uske nange mamme ko pakda, $name1 ki siskari nikal gayi. Unhone uska nipple ungliyon mein masla, halka sa kheencha.
“Kitne mulayam hain,” unhone kaha. “Mahino se inhe chhoone ka sapna dekh raha tha.”
Unhone uski t-shirt utaar di. $name1 unki god mein topless baithi thi, peeli roshni mein uska gora badan chamak raha tha. Malhotra ji ne ek mamma munh mein liya aur zor se choosa. Doosre ko haath se masal rahe the.
“Aah… Malhotra ji…”
“Suresh,” unhone kaha. “Ab Suresh bulao.”
“Suresh… aah… aur chooso…”
Uski shorts ke neeche $name1 unke pajame mein ek sakht cheez mehsoos kar rahi thi. Woh jaan-boojh kar uspar apni gaand ragadne lagi.
Suresh ne use sofe par lita diya aur uski shorts aur panty ek saath kheench di. Uski chut par halke kaale baal the, beech mein gulaabi geele honth. Unhone uski jaanghein khol kar ek lambi saans li jaise kisi khushboo ko andar le rahe hon.
“Jawaan chut ki khushboo,” woh buddbudaye. “Kitne saal ho gaye.”
Phir unhone apni zubaan neeche se upar tak ek hi lamba chaat lagaya. $name1 ka badan kaanp gaya. Suresh dheere-dheere, bina jaldi kiye, uski chut ko aise chaat rahe the jaise unke paas poori raat ho. Pehle honth, phir andar, phir daane ke charon taraf gol-gol.
Bahar baadal garaj rahe the. Andar $name1 ki siskiyan.
“Suresh… please… ab mat tadpaao…”
Unhone ek ungli andar daali, phir doosri, aur upar ki taraf mod kar ek khaas jagah dabaayi. Saath hi daane ko hothon mein lekar choosa. $name1 ki kamar sofe se upar uth gayi aur woh chillaate hue jhad gayi, unke baal mutthi mein bheenche hue.
Suresh uthe aur apna kurta-pajama utaara. Unka lund lamba aur mota tha, thoda sa ek taraf mudaa hua, aur nason se bhara hua. Jhaanton mein kuch safed baal bhi the.
$name1 uthi aur unhe dhakka dekar sofe par bitha diya. Ab woh unke saamne ghutno par thi. “Ab main kiraya chukaati hoon,” usne shararat se kaha aur unka lund munh mein bhar liya.
Suresh ne sir peeche tika diya. “Haaye… kya munh hai tumhara…”
$name1 ne unke tatte sahlaaye, lund ko jad tak choosa, topa zubaan se chaata. Har baar unki saans aur bhaari hoti.
“Bas… bas warna yahi nikal jaayega,” unhone use roka. “Bedroom chalo.”
Bedroom mein unhone use bistar par ghodi bana diya. $name1 ki gaand hawa mein thi, chut ras se tapak rahi thi. Suresh ne uske kulhon par ek halka thappad maara.
“Yeh gaand,” unhone kaha, “roz seedhiyon par matakti hai. Pata hai mujhe kya hota hai?”
“Kya hota hai?” $name1 ne peeche mud kar poocha.
Jawab mein unhone apna lund uski chut par rakha aur dheere-dheere, inch-inch karke poora andar daal diya. $name1 ne chaadar bheench li.
“Yeh hota hai.”
Phir unhone chodna shuru kiya. Dheere, lambe, gehre dhakke. Har dhakke mein lund bahar tak aata aur phir jad tak andar jaata. Unka mudaa hua lund andar ek aisi jagah ragad raha tha ki $name1 paagal ho rahi thi.
“Suresh… aah… yeh kya kar rahe ho… uff…”
“Pasand aa raha hai meri kirayedaar ko?”
“Bahut… aur chodo… zor se chodo apni kirayedaar ko…”
Unhone uske baal pakad kar uska sir peeche kheencha aur raftaar badha di. Bistar charr-charr kar raha tha, unki jaanghein uski gaand se takra rahi thi. Thap-thap-thap.
$name1 doosri baar jhadi, chilla kar, uska poora badan kaanpta hua.
Suresh ne use seedha kiya, uske upar aaye aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue phir se andar ghuse. Is baar dheere. Unhone uske honth choome, uski gardan choomi.
“Tum bahut khoobsurat ho, $name1,” unhone kaha.
$name1 ne apni taangein unki kamar par lapet di. “Andar hi nikaalna, Suresh. Main chahti hoon.”
Kuch aur dhakkon ke baad Suresh ka badan akad gaya aur woh ek lambi aah ke saath uske andar jhad gaye. $name1 ne unhe kas kar pakde rakha jab tak aakhri boond na nikal gayi.
Baarish ab dheemi ho gayi thi. Khidki se thandi hawa aa rahi thi aur door kahin ek kutta bhaunk raha tha. Suresh ki ungliyan $name1 ki nangi peeth par dheere-dheere gol ghoom rahi thi, aur uski chut se unka maal bahkar chaadar par phail raha tha. Dono pasine mein bheege, ek doosre se lipte pade the.
“Kiraya…” $name1 ne kehna shuru kiya.
Suresh hans pade. “Maine kaha na, woh alag baat hai. Jab salary aaye tab dena.”
$name1 muskurayi aur unki chhati par sir rakh diya. “Theek hai. Par yeh wala hisaab main har hafte chukaungi.”
Agle mahine uski salary aa gayi. Kiraya bhi samay par jaane laga. Par har shanivaar raat, upar wali manzil ki light jaldi bujh jaati, aur neeche wale bungalow ki der tak jalti rehti.