[maitripatel]

Baba muskurae aur eyeliner lagate hue aage bole, “tumhari palkein itni ghani aur lambi hain ki lagta hai jaise apsara rambha ki aankhen hon. Jab tum in aankhon se dekhti ho, to koi bhi purush apna hosh kho baithe.” Maitri rachit kahani.

 
Puja ki sansen ab aur bhari ho chuki thin. Baba ka haath ab uske dusre netra par tha. Unhone dheere se pooja ke gaal par ungali fer di.
 
“Sharmana mat puja… aaj tumhe devi jaisa roop dena hai. Aur devi ko sharm nahin aati… wah to sab kuch samarpit karti hai.”
 
Puja ne dheere se aankhen kholin. Uski aankhen ab aur bhi aakarshak, gahri aur kamuk lag rahi thin.
 
Baba ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue muskurakar kaha;
 
“Bahut sundar lag rahi ho… ab hothon ki bari hai.”
 
Baba ne lipstick uthai. Unhone pooja ke nichle honth ko apni anguli se halka sa dabaya aur bole, “honth kholo puja…”
 
Puja ne dheere se honth khol die. Baba lipstick ko uske bhare hue, gulabi honthon par dhire-dhire ghuma rahe the. Lipstick lagte samay baba ki anguli bar-bar uske nichle honth ko chhoo rahi thi, use halka daba rahi thi. Edited by Funlover.
 
“Tumhare honth jaise ras bhare aam han… komal, gile aur mithe. Inhen dekhkar kisi ka bhi man lalcha sakta hai.”
 
Puja ki sansen ab puri tarah aniyantrit ho chuki thin. Baba ka chehra uske chehre se sirf kuch inch ki doori par tha. Unki garm sans pooja ke honthon par pad rahi thi.
 
Baba ne lipstick rakhi aur apni anguli se uske nichle honth ko halka sa dabakar neeche khincha.
 
“Bahut sunder… ab blush ki bari hai.”
 
Baba ne ruj liya aur pooja ke gaalon par lagane lage. Unka haath dhire-dhire gaalon se hote hue gardan ki taraf sarak gaya. Unhone pooja ki gardan par halki maalish karte hue kaha;
 
“Tumhari gardan kitni najuk aur chikni hai… jaise koi moti ki mala.”
 
Puja ab puri tarah sharm aur uttejana se comp rahi thi.
 
Baba ne body oil ki botal uthai. Unhone thoda oil apni hatheliyon par liya aur pooja ki donon baahon par dhire-dhire failana shuru kiya. Unki ungaliyan pooja ki narm, dudhiya tvacha par fisal rahi thin. Maitri ki rachana.
 
“Ab tumhara blouse thoda kholna padega… taki gale aur chhati par bhi oil lagaya ja sake.”
 
Puja ne bina kuch kahe apne blouse ke upari hook khol die. Uske bhare hue, gore stanon ki gahri khai saaf dikhne lagi.
 
Baba ne oil lagate hue apni ungaliyon ko pooja ki chhati ki shuruaat par fera. Unki ungaliyan dhire-dhire upar-niche ghum rahi thin, stanon ke neeche ke naram hisse ko chhoo rahi thin. Pooja ki sansen ab puri tarah bekabu ho chuki thin.
 
Baba ne uske kaan ke paas muh le jaakar dheere se fusfusaya, “puja… tumhara shareer aaj devi ka roop le raha hai… lekin abhi to shringar ka sirf shuruaati hissa hua hai.”
 
Unhone pooja ki aankhon mein gahri najar dali aur bole, “ab batao… aage kya shringar karun? Tumhare stanon par… kamar par… ya aur niche?”
 
Puja ki sansen tej ho gain. Wah kuch bol nahin pai, sirf sharm aur uttejana se compati rahi. Prastutkarta Maitri.
 
Kahani jaari rahegi...
 
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