Talaaq ke baad sukoon dhoondhne Rishikesh aayi 35 saal ki $name1 ko yoga guru Tarun ne ek aisa ayurvedic massage diya jisne uske badan ki har band khidki khol di.
$name1 35 saal ki thi. Mumbai ki ek corporate lawyer, jiska talaaq abhi teen mahine pehle hua tha. Gyaarah saal ki shaadi, aur aakhri paanch saal mein pati ne use ek baar bhi dhang se chhua nahi tha.
Doston ne kaha, “Kahin chali ja. Kuch din apne liye jee.”
To woh Rishikesh aa gayi. Ganga ke kinaare ek chhota sa ashram-style retreat, jahan subah yoga hota tha, dopahar mein meditation, aur shaam ko ayurvedic treatment.
Yoga teacher ka naam Tarun tha. 34 saal ka, Kerala ka rehne wala, par das saal se Rishikesh mein. Lambe baal joode mein bandhe, saanwli chamakti twacha, aur aisa lachila badan jaise koi cheetah ho. Woh hamesha safed dhoti aur bina baahon ki banyaan pehenta tha. Uski baahon aur peeth ki maanspeshiyan har aasan mein ubhar aati thi.
Pehli class mein $name1 ka dhyan aasan par kam aur Tarun par zyada tha.
“Saans par dhyan do,” Tarun ne uske peeche aakar kaha, aur uske pet par halke se haath rakha. “Yahan se saans lo. Gehri.”
Uski hatheli garam thi. $name1 ne saans li aur uske badan mein ek ajeeb si sihran daud gayi.
Har din class mein yeh hota. Tarun uske kandhe neeche dabata, uski kamar seedhi karta, uski jaanghein khol kar baddha konasana mein baithata. Uske haath kabhi galat jagah nahi jaate the, par hamesha itne paas hote ki $name1 ka dil dhadakne lagta.
Ek din downward dog mein uski gaand hawa mein thi aur Tarun ne peeche se uski kamar pakad kar use theek kiya. Uske kulhe ek pal ke liye Tarun ki jaanghon se chhoo gaye. Dhoti ke peeche kuch sakht tha. $name1 ki saans ruk gayi. Tarun turant peeche hat gaya, par uski aankhon mein ek chamak thi.
Us raat $name1 apne kamre mein leti, Ganga ki awaaz sunti rahi. Bahut saalon baad uska badan kuch maang raha tha. Usne apni nighty upar ki aur ungliyan apni chut par le gayi. Woh pehle se geeli thi. Aankhein band karke usne Tarun ke haath soche, apne pet par, apni jaanghon par, aur woh do minute mein kaanpti hui jhad gayi.
Agle din subah ki class ke baad $name1 ruk gayi. Baaki log chale gaye the. Tarun mats lapet raha tha.
“Aap yahan kab se ho?” usne poocha.
“Das saal,” Tarun ne kaha. “Pehle Bangalore mein software engineer tha. Ek din laga ki main jee nahi raha, bas saans le raha hoon. To yahan aa gaya.”
“Mujhe bhi aisa hi lagta hai,” $name1 ne kaha. “Gyaarah saal se.”
Tarun ne uski taraf dekha. Pehli baar uski nazar mein teacher wali doori nahi thi. “Badan sab yaad rakhta hai, $name1. Jo dukh, jo pyaas, jo bhookh hum dabaate hain, woh maanspeshiyon mein jam jaati hai. Use khulna padta hai.”
“Aur kaise khulti hai?”
Woh muskuraya aur kuch nahi bola. Bas uske kandhe par ek pal haath rakha aur chala gaya. $name1 der tak wahin khadi rahi.
Paanchve din retreat ki manager ne bataaya, “Aaj aapka Abhyanga massage hai. Tarun ji khud karenge. Woh hamare sabse acche therapist hain.”
$name1 ke pet mein titliyan ud gayi.
Shaam ko massage room mein sirf diye jal rahe the. Chandan aur til ke tel ki khushboo. Beech mein ek lakdi ki chaudi table, us par safed chaadar. Khidki se Ganga ki dheemi awaaz aa rahi thi.
“Kapde utaar kar pet ke bal let jaiye,” Tarun ne kaha. “Yeh towel oopar daal lijiye. Main bahar hoon.”
$name1 ne apni kurti, salwar, bra, sab utaar diya. Ek pal ke liye panty par ruki. Phir woh bhi utaar di. Nangi table par leti aur kamar par ek chhota towel daal liya.
Tarun andar aaya. Usne garam tel ki katori uthaayi.
“Aaram se saans lijiye. Agar kabhi bhi ruk jaana ho, bas bol dijiyega.”
Uske tel se bheege haath $name1 ke kandhon par aaye. Dheere-dheere, gehre, lambe strokes. Gardan, kandhe, peeth ki reedh ke dono taraf. $name1 ki aankhein band ho gayi. Itna sukoon usne saalon mein mehsoos nahi kiya tha.
Phir uske haath neeche aaye. Kamar par. Towel ke bilkul kinaare tak. Phir uske pairon par, pindliyon par, aur dheere-dheere jaanghon par. Har stroke pehle se thoda upar.
Jab uske angoothe uski jaanghon ke andar, bilkul upar tak aaye, $name1 ke munh se ek halki si aah nikal gayi. Usne apni taangein khud-ba-khud thodi kholi.
Tarun ruk gaya. “$name1 ji,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Main aage badhun?”
$name1 ka badan jal raha tha. “Haan,” usne fusfusaya. “Aur ji mat kaho.”
Tarun ne towel hata diya.
Ab woh poori nangi uske saamne thi, uski gol gori gaand diye ki roshni mein chamak rahi thi. Tarun ne aur tel liya aur uske kulhon par daala. Garam tel uski gaand ki daraar mein beh kar neeche uski chut tak pahunch gaya.
Usne dono haathon se uski gaand ko dabaya, gol-gol masla, kholte aur band karte hue. Har baar uski ungliyan beech mein se guzarti, uski chut ke honthon ko halka sa chhooti hui.
“Uff… Tarun…”
Ab uski ungliyan seedha uski chut par thi. Tel aur uske apne ras se sab chikna ho chuka tha. Woh uske honthon ko upar-neeche sehla raha tha, bahut dheere, bina andar daale.
“Tantra mein kehte hain,” usne kaha, “jaldi nahi karni chahiye. Urja ko jamaa hone dena chahiye.”
“Main mar jaaungi,” $name1 ne siskaari li.
Tarun hansa. “Palat jaiye.”
$name1 peeth ke bal let gayi. Uske bhare hue mamme, halke bhoore nipples tane hue, pet par halka sa ubhaar, aur neeche saaf ki hui geeli chut. Tarun ne uske poore badan ko aise dekha jaise koi mandir ki moorti dekhta hai.
Usne uske mammon par tel daala aur dono haathon se unhe dhire-dhire gol ghumaaya. Nipples ko angoothe aur ungli ke beech lekar halke se kheencha. $name1 ki kamar table se upar uth gayi.
Phir uska ek haath neeche gaya. Is baar do ungliyan seedha uski chut ke andar. Andar upar ki taraf mud kar ek jagah dabaayi, aur angootha uske daane par gol-gol ghoomne laga.
“Aah… haan… Tarun… wahin… mat ruko…”
Woh ungliyan tez karta gaya, phir dheema, phir tez. Jab bhi woh jhadne ke kareeb hoti, Tarun ruk jaata. Teen baar usne aisa kiya. $name1 paagal ho rahi thi, uski jaanghein kaanp rahi thi.
“Please…” usne bheekh maangi. “Please mujhe jhadne do…”
“Ab,” Tarun ne kaha, aur poori raftaar se ungliyan chalaayi.
$name1 ka poora badan akad gaya aur woh aisa jhadi jaisa zindagi mein kabhi nahi jhadi thi. Uski chut se ras ki ek dhaar nikal kar Tarun ki kalaai par chhoot padi. Woh chilla rahi thi, rone aur hansne ke beech, aur uska badan der tak jhatke khaata raha.
Jab woh thodi shaant hui, usne aankhein kholi. Tarun ki dhoti mein uska lund tambu ki tarah khada tha.
$name1 table par uthi aur dhoti ki gaanth khol di. Dhoti neeche giri. Tarun ka lund lamba, saanwla, aur bilkul seedha tha, topa chamakta hua. Usne use haath mein liya. Tel se chikne haathon se dheere-dheere hilaaya.
“Ab main tumhari urja jamaa karti hoon,” usne shararat se kaha, aur use munh mein le liya.
Tarun ne sir peeche kar liya. “Aah… $name1…”
Woh lund ko gehra choos rahi thi, haath se tatte sehla rahi thi. Gyaarah saal ki shaadi mein usne kabhi itni bhookh se kisi ka lund nahi choosa tha.
Tarun ne use roka, table par peeth ke bal lita diya, aur uski taangein apne kandhon par rakh li. Table ki oonchaai bilkul sahi thi. Usne apna lund uski chut par rakha aur dheere-dheere andar sarka diya.
Tel aur ras se sab itna chikna tha ki ek hi baar mein poora andar chala gaya.
“Aaah… kitna gehra…” $name1 ne table ke kinaare pakad liye.
Tarun dheere chod raha tha. Lambe, gehre dhakke, har dhakke ke saath ek lambi saans. “Saans lo mere saath,” usne kaha. Aur ajeeb baat yeh thi ki jab $name1 ne uske saath saans lena shuru kiya, to har dhakka aur bhi gehra mehsoos hone laga.
Dheere-dheere raftaar badhi. Table hilne laga, diye ki lau kaanpne lagi. Thap-thap ki awaaz Ganga ki awaaz mein ghul rahi thi.
“Chodo mujhe Tarun… zor se… gyaarah saal ki pyaas hai…”
Tarun ne uski kamar pakdi aur poori taakat se pelne laga. $name1 ke mamme uchhal rahe the, tel se chamakte hue. Woh phir jhadi, phir, ek ke baad ek lehren jaise khatam hi nahi ho rahi thi.
“Main aa raha hoon,” Tarun ne kaha.
“Mere upar… mere mammon par…”
Tarun ne lund bahar nikaala aur do-teen baar hilaaya. Garam safed maal ki dhaarein uske pet par, uske mammon par giri. $name1 ne ungli se thoda uthaaya aur chaat liya, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue.
Kuch der dono chup rahe. Sirf saanson ki awaaz aur bahar nadi.
“Yeh massage ka hissa tha?” $name1 ne aakhir mein muskura kar poocha.
Tarun ne garam towel se uska badan saaf kiya. “Nahi. Yeh tumhara hissa tha.”
$name1 ka retreat ek hafte ka tha. Usne use teen hafte tak badha diya. Aur jab woh aakhir mein Mumbai lauti, uski saheliyon ne kaha ki uske chehre par aisi chamak hai jaise kisi ne andar ek diya jala diya ho.