Do Roop Ki Bhookh

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Mandir se wapas aane ke baad Aarav ne Shanti Vihar ka flat sirf teen din aur rakha.
Un teen dinon mein usne bahut kam baat ki. Bahut kam khaya. Zyadatar waqt woh khidki ke paas baitha rehta tha, colony ko dekhte hue. Bachchon ki awaazein, pressure cooker ki seeti, kisi ki hasi — sab kuch ab use paraya lagta tha. Jaise yeh zindagi uski nahi, kisi aur ki ho.
Usne Rina ke ghar ke bahar se guzarte hue sir nahi ghumaaya.
Kavita ke flat ki taraf dekha bhi nahi.
Meera ka koi pata nahi tha, aur ab uska koi pata rakhne wala bhi nahi tha.
Chauthe din subah usne apna samaan pack kiya.
Zyada kuch tha nahi — kapde, thode se paise, aur woh kaala pathar jo ab thanda pad chuka tha. Pathar ab uske liye sirf ek yaad tha. Shakti ab pathar ke bina bhi uske andar poori tarah se baith chuki thi.
Usne caretaker ko bataaya ki uski maa tabiyat kharab hone ki wajah se use dusre shehar jaana pad raha hai.
Koi zyada sawaal nahi poochha gaya. Colony mein log aate-jaate rehte the.
Shaam tak woh station par tha.
Train mein baithte hue usne window se bahar dekha.
Shanti Vihar ki basti dheere-dheere peeche chhut rahi thi.
Uske saath woh teen chehre bhi peeche chhut rahe the — Rina, Kavita, Meera.
Unke aanson, unki awaazein, unki suhaag raat, unki maut — sab kuch.
Aarav ne aankhein band kar li.
Is baar uske aankhon se pani nahi nikla.
Ab pani nikalne ki jagah ek gehra, sukha hua khali pan tha.
Naya shehar bada tha.
Roshni zyada thi, awaazein zyada thin, logon ki bheed thi. Yahaan koi kisi ko nahi jaanta tha. Yahaan koi kisi ke peeche nahi padta tha.
Usne ek chhote se 1BHK flat mein shift kiya — shehar ke kinare, ek purani building mein.
Yahaan na koi caretaker tha jo baatein kare, na koi padosi jo sawaal poochhe. Bas deewarein thin, aur khamoshi.
Pehli raat usne floor par baith kar pathar ko haath mein liya.
Ab usmein koi garmi nahi thi.
Usne use ek drawer mein rakh diya aur band kar diya.
Us raat uska shareer nahi badla.
Lekin bhook toh thi.
Woh bhook ab pehle jaisi nahi thi.
Usmein ab koi mamta nahi thi, koi connection ki ichha nahi thi.
Sirf ek gehli hui, andheri si talab thi — jo bharna chahti thi, chahe kisi bhi tarike se.
Agle din subah jab woh utha, toh sheeshe mein Aarav tha.
Shaam ko jab bhook teez hui, toh shareer ne badalna shuru kiya.
Dard ab bhi tha, lekin ab woh dard use kuch mehsoos nahi karaata tha.
Jab badlaav khatam hua, toh sheeshe mein Suman khadi thi.
Usne apne naye shareer ko dekha.
Wahi bhari hui chhatiyan, wahi patli kamar, wahi geeli hone ko taiyar choot.
Lekin aankhon mein ab woh pehli wali soft calculation nahi thi.
Ab un aankhon mein sirf ek thandi si bhook thi.
Suman ne dheere se apne honthon ko chhua.
Phir khud se kaha,
“Ab yahaan
koi nahi jaanta
main kaun hoon.
Na Aarav.
Na Suman.
Sirf bhook.”
Usne closet se ek simple black dress nikaali.
Kapde pehne.
Thoda sa makeup kiya — bas itna ki chehra saaf lage, lekin koi pehchaan na bane.
Raat ke nau baje woh flat se nikalii.
Naye shehar ki roshni mein Suman chal padi.
Uske peeche Aarav ka toota hua hissa chupchaap chal raha tha.
Aur un dono ke beech
woh bhook thi
jo ab kisi ko bhi nahi chhodna chahti thi.


Naye shehar ki pehli raat Suman ke liye bhi koi aaram nahi laayi.
Flat chhota tha, deewarein patli thin, bahar se continuous traffic ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Usne black dress mein khud ko sheeshe mein dekha. Chehra toh wahi tha jo pehle hota tha, lekin aankhon mein ab koi narmi nahi bachi thi. Sirf ek thandi, gehli hui bhook thi jo pet ke neeche se uth kar uske poore shareer mein fail rahi thi.
Usne lipstick lagayi — gehra laal.
Baal khule chhode.
Dress thoda upar kiya taaki janghen saaf dikhein.
Phir bag lekar nikal padi.
Shehar ke us hisse mein jahaan raat ko bhi roshni kam nahi hoti, ek bar tha.
Andar dhuan, loud music, aur mardoon ki nazarain thin. Suman ne counter par jaakar whisky maangi. Pehla ghoont lete hi uske gale mein jalan hui, lekin usne doosra bhi pi liya.
Tabhi ek aadmi uske bagal mein aa kar khada ho gaya.
Umar shayad 34-35. Tight shirt, collared, haath mein beer. Usne Suman ko upar se neeche tak dekha aur muskura diya.
“Akele ho?”
Suman ne uski taraf dekha.
Aankhon mein koi khel nahi tha. Sirf seedha, thanda invitation.
“Haan.
Aur tum?”
Aadmi ne naam bataya — Rohan.
Suman ne apna naam nahi bataya.
Bas itna kaha,
“Aaj raat mujhe naam ki zaroorat nahi.
Bas…
kisi ke lund ki zaroorat hai.”
Rohan thoda hairaan hua, lekin uski aankhon mein bhook dekh kar usne turant samajh liya.
Usne apna glass rakh diya aur kaha,
“Mera flat paas mein hai.”
Suman ne sir hilaaya.
“Chalo.”
Rohan ka flat bar se 10 minute ki doori par tha.
Andar aate hi usne light kam kar di. Suman ne bag ek taraf phenk diya. Usne khud apni dress ke zipper ko kholna shuru kiya.
Rohan ne peeche se aakar uske haath pakad liye.
“Main karne de.”
Usne zipper neeche kiya.
Dress farsh par gir gaya.
Neeche Suman ne sirf ek black lace panty pehni thi. Doodh nange the — bade, bhaari, nipples pehle se hi sakht.
Rohan ne unhein peeche se pakad liya aur zor se dabaya.
“Madarchod kya maal hai yeh…”
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Uske muh se pehli awaaz nikalii —
“Aaaahhhh…”
Rohan ne uske doodhon ko aur zor se masla.
Nipples ko ungliyon se pinch kiya.
Suman ki kamar peeche ki taraf dhakka maarne lagi.
“Ummmphhh… aahhhh…
zor se… aahhhh…”
Rohan ne usse ghumaya aur uske muh mein apni jeebh threes di.
Suman ne uski jeebh choos li.
Uske haath neeche jaakar Rohan ka belt kholne lage. Pant neeche girayi. Underwear khinchi.
Rohan ka lund bahar nikal aaya — mota, naseela, kaafi lamba.
Suman ne use haath mein liya aur dheere-dheere sahlaaya.
“Itna mota…
madarchod…” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha.
Phir woh ghutnon ke bal baith gayi.
Lund ko apne muh ke kareeb laayi.
Pehle sirf jeebh se sirhana chatati rahi.
Phir dheere-dheere muh mein lene lagi.
“Aaaahhhh… hmmmphhh…”
Geeli awaazein nikalne lagi.
“Slurp… ghk… aahhhh…”
Rohan ne uske baal pakad liye aur dheere-dheere apna lund uske gale tak dhakelne laga.
Suman ki aankhein bhar aayi, lekin usne rokne ki koshish nahi ki.
Woh apna muh aur kholti gayi.
“Madarchod…
teri yeh gandi ghaas…
kitni geeli ho rahi hai,” Rohan ne kaha.
Usne Suman ko uthaya aur bed par litaya.
Panty ko ek jhatke mein faad diya.
Suman ki choot pehle se hi chamak rahi thi — geeli, gulabi, taiyar.
Rohan ne uski taangon ko khol diya aur beech mein aa gaya.
Lund ko uski choot ke muhane par ragda.
“Bol…
kya chahiye tujhe?”
Suman ne aankhein khol kar use dekha.
Awaaz mein koi narmi nahi thi.
“Tera lund…
meri choot mein…
poora…
zor se…
madarchod…”
Rohan ne ek hi dhakke mein poora lund andar tak daal diya.
Suman ki lambi cheekh nikal gayi —
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh…!
Aaaaahhhh…
madarchod…
faad diya…
aahhhhh…!”
Rohan ne rukna nahi tha.
Usne turant tez dhakke shuru kar diye.
Har dhakka gehra.
Har dhakka zor ka.
“Aaaahhhh… aahhhh…
chod… aahhhh…
sali ki choot… aahhhh…
maar… aahhhh…
bahanchod… aahhhh…!”
Bed ki khat-khat poore flat mein gunj rahi thi.
Suman ke bade doodh har dhakke ke saath uchal rahe the.
Rohan ne unhein pakad kar dabaye.
Nipples ko jorse pincha.
“Aaaahhhh… aahhhh…
doodh masal… aahhhh…
zor se… aahhhh…
madarchod… aahhhh…!”
Usne Suman ki taangon ko uske kandhon par rakh diya.
Ab lund aur gehra ja raha tha.
Suman ki choot se geeli, gandi awaazein aa rahi thin —
squelch… squelch… thap… thap… thap…
“Aaaahhhh… aahhhh…
lund… aahhhh…
meri choot faad… aahhhh…
bahanchod… aahhhh…
aur zor se… aahhhhh…!”
Rohan ne usse is position mein kaafi der tak choda.
Suman ki awaazein ab paagalpan limi lene lagi thin.
“Aaaaaahhhhh…
main jhadne wali hoon…
aahhhhh…
madarchod…
ruk mat… aahhhhh…!”
Woh jhad gayi.
Uska shareer kaampne laga.
Choot ne Rohan ke lund ko zor se dabocha.
Lekin Rohan ne nahi roka.
Usne Suman ko ulta kar diya.
Gaand upar uthaayi.
“Ab yeh wali bhi le…
randi.”
Usne thook giraaya aur lund ko uski gaand ke ched par rakha.
Dheere se dabaya.
Suman ne bedsheet pakad li.
“Aaaahhhh…
dheere… aahhhh…
madarchod… aahhhh…!”
Rohan ne aur dabaya.
Adha lund andar gaya.
“Aaaaaahhhhh…!
Gaand… aahhhh…
faad mat… aahhhh…!”
Poora.
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…!”
Ab Rohan ne uski gaand mein tez dhakke shuru kar diye.
Suman ki cheekhein pehle se bhi teez ho gayi thin.
“Aaaahhhh… aahhhh…
gaand… aahhhh…
chod… aahhhh…
bahanchod… aahhhh…
maar… aahhhh…
faad de… aahhhhh…!”
Rohan ne uske baal pakad kar sir peeche khincha aur aur zor se pelne laga.
“Madarchod teri gaand…
kitni tight hai…
le… le… le…”
Suman ab lagataar jhad rahi thi.
Uske muh se sirf toot-ti hui awaazein aa rahi thin —
“Aaaahhhh… aahhhh…
aahhhhh…
madarchod…
bahanchod…
aahhhhh…!”
Aakhir mein Rohan ne ek gehra dhakka maara aur apna pani uski gaand ke andar gira diya.
Garam. Bahut.
Suman ka shareer ab bhi kaamp raha tha.
Woh bed par gira hua tha.
Muh se pasina aur thook milta hua nikal raha tha.
Rohan ne lund nikaala.
Suman ki gaand se uska pani dheere-dheere bahar aa raha tha.
Usne haath se uski gaand ko thap thapaya.
“Kamaal ki randi hai tu.”
Suman ne aankhein nahi kholi.
Usne bas itna kaha, awaaz bilkul thandi,
“Kal…
phir aana.
Ya…
kisi aur ko bhej dena.”
Rohan thoda hairaan hua.
Lekin usne sir hilaaya.
Suman uthi.
Apne faade hue kapde uthaye.
Bathroom gayi.
Sheeshe mein apne aap ko dekha.
Aankhon mein ab bhi wahi thandi bhook thi.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Yeh naya shehar…
ab sirf bhook ke liye hai.”

Suman ne is baar black dress ki jagah ek aur short, tight red dress pehna. Baal khule. Makeup thoda teez. Aankhon mein wohi thandi bhook thi, lekin ab usmein ek ajeeb si bechaini bhi aa gayi thi. Pehli raat Rohan ke saath jo hua tha, usne bhook ko shant nahi kiya tha. Ulta aur jagah diya tha.
Woh is baar bar nahi gayi.
Usne shehar ke us hisse mein jaane ka faisla kiya jahaan roshni kam thi, awaazein bhi kam thin, aur log sawaal nahi poochte the. Purani factories ke peeche wala area. Wahaan raat ko sirf do-teen dhabе chalte the aur kuch log jo chhupne aate the.
Suman ek dhabe ke bahar khadi thi. Cigarette nahi, bas khadi thi.
Tabhi ek black SUV wahan rukhi.
Andar se teen aadmi utre.
Umar 28 se 40 ke beech. Kapde saaf the, lekin aankhein saaf nahi thin. Unmein woh nasha tha jo sirf sharab ka nahi hota.
Sabse aage wale ne Suman ko dekha.
Usne apne saathiyon se kuch kaha. Phir aage badha.
“Kaam dhoondh rahi ho?” usne seedha poocha.
Suman ne uski taraf dekha.
“Kaam nahi.
Lund dhoondh rahi hoon.”
Teenon thoda muskura diye.
Sabse aage wale ne kaha,
“Phir toh aa jao.
Humare paas teen hain.”
Suman ne ek second socha.
Pehle wali Suman mana kar deti.
Purani colony wali Suman sochti.
Lekin ab jo Suman thi, usne sirf itna kaha —
“Chalo.”
SUV unhein shehar ke bahar le gayi.
Ek purani kothi thi, jo dekhne se lagti thi saalon se band hai. Andar light kam thi. Sharab ki bottles, cigarette ke dhuen, aur ek bada sa mattress farsh par daala hua tha.
Jaate hi sabse bade aadmi ne Suman ka bag chheen liya aur ek taraf phenk diya.
“Yahaan rules simple hain.
Jo bolenge woh karna.
Zyada awaaz nahi nikaalni.
Samjhi?”
Suman ne sir hilaaya.
Uske andar bhook toh thi, lekin is baar uske saath ek halka sa darr bhi aa gaya tha. Yeh darr naya tha. Purani colony mein aisa darr nahi hota tha.
Us aadmi ne uska dress ek jhatke mein upar se faad diya.
Bra bhi faad di.
Suman ke bade doodh bahar aa gaye.
“Madarchod dekho maal,” doosre ne kaha.
Teesre ne uski panty pakad kar neeche khinch li.
Ab Suman bilkul nangi thi.
Sabse bade ne usse baal pakad kar jhukaya aur apna lund nikaal kar uske muh mein threes diya.
“Choos.
Aur gehra.”
Suman ne muh khola.
Lund uske gale tak chala gaya.
Aankhein bhar aayi.
“Ghk… ghk… aahhhh…”
Doosre ne peeche se aakar uski choot mein do ungliyaan daal di.
“Sali pehle se gili hai.”
Teesre ne uske doodh pakad kar zor se masalne shuru kar diye.
Suman ke muh se awaazein nikalne lagi —
“Aaaahhhh… hmmmphhh…
aahhhh…”
Sabse bade ne uske baal aur zor se pakde aur gale tak pelne laga.
“Madarchod ki tarah choos…
poora le…
ghk… ghk…”
Thodi der baad usne lund nikaala aur Suman ko mattress par dhakel diya.
“Taangein khol.”
Suman ne taangein khol di.
Us aadmi ne bina kisi der ke apna lund uski choot mein poora dhakel diya.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh…!
Madarchod…
aahhhhh…
faad diya… aahhhh…!”
Usne turant tez dhakke shuru kar diye.
Har dhakka itna zor ka tha ki Suman ka shareer har baar aage khisak jaata.
“Aaaahhhh… aahhhh…
chod… aahhhh…
bahanchod… aahhhh…
maar… aahhhh…!”
Doosre aadmi ne uske muh mein apna lund threes diya.
Ab Suman ek taraf se chud rahi thi, doosri taraf se lund choos rahi thi.
“Ghk… aahhhh… ghk…
madarchod… aahhhh…”
Teesre ne uske haath pakad kar uske doodh ke upar rakh diye aur khud uske nipples ko zor se pinch karne laga.
“Aaaahhhh… aahhhh…
doodh… aahhhh…
mat maslo… aahhhh…
aahhhhh…!”
Thodi der baad pehla aadmi hat gaya.
Doosre ne uski jagah le li.
Usne Suman ko ulta kiya aur seedha uski gaand mein lund daal diya.
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…!
Gaand… aahhhh…
bahanchod… aahhhh…
nikal… aahhhh…!”
Usne nahi nikala.
Ulta aur zor se pelne laga.
“Madarchod teri gaand…
kitni tight hai…
le… le… le…”
Suman ab lagataar chillayi ja rahi thi.
Awaazein control se bahar ja rahi thin.
“Aaaahhhh… aahhhh…
gaand faad di… aahhhh…
madarchod… aahhhh…
ruk… aahhhh…
nahi… aahhhhh…!”
Teesre aadmi ne uske muh mein phir se lund daal diya.
Ab uski cheekhein dabi hui awaazon mein badal gayi thin.
“Ghk… ghk… aahhhh…
hmmmphhh…”
Woh teenon baari-baari se uski choot aur gaand mein ghuste rahe.
Kabhi do ek saath.
Kabhi teenon uske shareer ke alag-alag hisse use karte hue.
Suman ka makeup fail chuka tha.
Aansu, thook, pasina sab mil gaya tha.
Uske doodh par nakhunon ke nishaan the.
Uski gaand aur choot dono suji hui thin.
Aakhir mein jab teenon ne apna-apna pani uske andar aur upar giraaya, toh Suman mattress par hi giri hui thi.
Shareer kaamp raha tha.
Saans phool rahi thi.
Sabse bade ne uske baal sehlaate hue kaha,
“Kal phir aana.
Ya number de de.
Hum tere jaise maal ko roz rakh sakte hain.”
Suman ne aankhein nahi kholi.
Usne bas itna kaha, awaaz bilkul sukhi,
“Number nahi hai.
Kal…
isi time…
yahin.”
Woh uthi.
Faade hue dress ko jaise-taise lipta.
Bag uthaya.
Aur wahan se nikal gayi.
SUV ne usse shehar ke kinare utaar diya.
Raat ke 2 baj rahe the.
Suman apne flat ki taraf chal rahi thi.
Har kadam par uski gaand aur choot dard kar rahi thi.
Lekin uske chehre par koi afsos nahi tha.
Sirf ek thandi si, khatarnak si shaanti thi.
Usne dil mein kaha,
“Yeh shehar…
ab mujhe kha raha hai.
Aur main…
khud ko khilaa rahi hoon.”

Suman us raat ke baad teen din tak flat se bahar nahi nikalii.
Uski gaand aur choot ab bhi halka dard kar rahi thi. Shareer par nakhunon ke nishaan the, gale par ungliyon ke dhabbe the. Woh un nishaanon ko sheeshe mein dekhti aur koi ehsaas nahi hota tha. Na sharm, na pachtawa. Sirf ek sukha hua khali pan.
Chauthe din subah usne ek simple white kurti aur jeans pehne. Makeup nahi kiya. Baal bandh liye.
Aaj usse bhook nahi thi.
Aaj usse sirf hawa chahiye thi.
Woh shehar ke ek chhote se park mein aa gayi.
Wahaan log kam the. Subah ki dhoop thi, thandi hawa thi. Suman ek bench par baith gayi. Aankhein band karke sar ko peeche tek diya.
Tabhi uske bagal mein kisi ke baithne ki halki si aawaz hui.
Usne aankhein kholi.
Ek ladka tha.
Umar se 19 saal ka.
Slim, saaf chehra, halki si dadhi ke nishaan, kaali aankhein. Usne simple white t-shirt aur black jeans pehne the. Haath mein ek kitaab thi. Woh Suman ko dekhte hue thoda sa jhijhak raha tha.
“Sorry…
yeh bench khaali thi.
Agar aapko dikkat ho toh main uth jaaun?” usne dheemi, soft awaaz mein poocha.
Suman ne usse dekha.
Pehli baar kisi ne usse itne naram lehje mein baat ki thi is naye shehar mein.
Usne sir hilaaya.
“Baith jao.”
Ladka baith gaya.
Thodi der dono chup rahe.
Phir ladke ne halka sa muskura kar kaha,
“Aap…
thake hue lag rahe ho.”
Suman ne uski taraf dekha.
“Tujhe kaise pata?”
“Aankhon se.
Main…
logon ki aankhein dekh kar samajh jaata hoon.
Aapki aankhon mein bahut kuch hai jo aap chhupa rahe ho.”
Suman thodi der chup rahi.
Phir usne poocha,
“Naam kya hai tera?”
“Ayaan.”
“Umar?”
“Unnees.”
Suman ne ek halki si, thaki hui muskaan di.
“Bahut chhota hai tu.”
Ayaan ne bhi muskura diya.
“Umar se kya hota hai.
Kabhi-kabhi log umar se pehle hi thak jaate hain.”
Yeh baat sun kar Suman ki aankhein ek second ke liye ruk gayi.
Usne doosri taraf dekh liya.
Ayaan ne kitaab kholi, lekin padha nahi.
Woh beech-beech mein Suman ki taraf dekh leta.
Usne notice kiya ki Suman ke gale par halki si lakeer thi, jaise kisi ne zor se pakda ho. Usne kuch nahi poocha.
Thodi der baad Ayaan ne kaha,
“Main yahaan roz subah aata hoon.
Agar aapko baat karni ho…
toh main sun sakta hoon.
Bina sawaal kiye.”
Suman ne uski taraf dekha.
Uske andar kuch hilaa.
Bahut dino baad kisi ne usse sirf “baat” ka offer kiya tha.
Na lund, na shareer, na raat.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Shukriya.”
Ayaan ne sir hilaaya.
Phir dono thodi der aur chupchaap baithe rahe.
Hawa mein patton ki halki si aawaz thi.
Jab Suman uthne lagi toh Ayaan ne bhi kitaab band ki.
“Kal…
agar aayi toh…
main yahin honga.”
Suman ne usse dekha.
“Shayad.”
Woh chal di.
Lekin uske dimaag mein Ayaan ki soft awaaz ghumti rahi.
Agle din Suman phir se park aa gayi.
Ayaan pehle se hi bench par baitha tha.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hi muskura diya.
“Aayi.”
Suman ne uske bagal mein baithte hue kaha,
“Haan.”
Is baar unhone thodi der baat ki.
Ayaan ne bataya ki woh college mein hai, literature padhta hai, ghar par sirf maa hai.
Suman ne apne baare mein bahut kam bataya. Bas itna ki woh nayi aayi hai shehar mein, aur akeli hai.
Baatcheet ke beech Ayaan ne ek baar Suman ke haath ki taraf dekha.
Uske haath kaamp rahe the.
“Aap…
bahut zyada akeli ho,” usne dheere se kaha.
“Yeh akelapan aankhon mein dikhta hai.”
Suman ne aankhein neeche kar li.
Uske gale mein kuch atak sa gaya.
Bahut dino baad kisi ne uske andar jhaankne ki koshish ki thi.
Thodi der baad jab woh uthne lagi, toh Ayaan ne halka sa uska haath pakad liya.
Bas itna sa.
Phir chhod diya.
“Kal phir aana,” usne kaha.
“Please.”
Suman ne is baar sir hilaaya.
“Aungi.”
Teesre din jab Suman aayi toh Ayaan ne uske liye ek cup coffee le rakhi thi.
Dono ne saath mein pi.
Baatein ki.
Kabhi-kabhi chup bhi rahe.
Shaam hone ko aayi thi.
Park mein log kam ho gaye the.
Ayaan ne Suman ki taraf dekha.
“Main…
ek baat kehna chahta hoon.
Agar aapko bura na lage.”
Suman ne sir hilaaya.
Ayaan ne dheere se kaha,
“Aapke andar bahut dard hai.
Main use nahi jaanta.
Lekin main…
use mehsoos kar sakta hoon.
Agar aap chahein toh…
main aapke saath baith sakta hoon.
Bina kuch maange.”
Suman ki aankhein bhar aayi.
Usne jaldi se doosri taraf dekh liya.
Ayaan ne uska haath dheere se pakad liya.
Is baar usne nahi chhoda.
Suman ne uska haath wapas pakad liya.
Kaamp’te hue.
Thodi der baad Ayaan ne uske kareeb hote hue dheere se poocha,
“Kya main…
aapko choom sakta hoon?”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Us 19 saal ke ladke ki aankhon mein koi bhook nahi thi.
Sirf ek narmi thi.
Ek samajh thi.
Usne sir hilaaya.
Ayaan ne dheere se uske kareeb aaya.
Uske honthon ko pehle bas chhua.
Halka sa.
Jaise pooch raha ho.
Phir thoda aur.
Suman ne aankhein band kar li.
Bahut dino baad kisi ne usse itni narmi se chhua tha.
Choomban gehra hota gaya.
Lekin usmein koi jaldbazi nahi thi.
Koi lalach nahi tha.
Sirf ek dheema, gehra, bhaavuk sparsh tha.
Jab unhone alag kiya toh Suman ki aankhein bhi gehli thin.
Ayaan ki bhi.
Usne Suman ka haath pakde hue kaha,
“Main aapse kuch nahi chahta.
Bas…
aapke paas baithna chahta hoon.”
Suman ne kuch nahi kaha.
Usne sirf uska haath zor se pakad liya.
Us shaam woh dono der tak bench par baithe rahe.
Haath ek dusre ke haath mein.
Chupchaap.
Pehli baar Suman ke andar
bhook ke alawa
kuch aur bhi hilaa tha.

Agle din Suman park nahi gayi.
Usne khud se kaha tha ki nahi jaayegi.
Ki yeh ladka bahut chhota hai.
Ki uske paas ab kisi tarah ki narmi ke liye jagah nahi bachi.
Ki uski bhook is tarah ki cheezon ko nahi samajhti.
Lekin shaam ko jab ghari ne paanch bajaye, toh uske pair khud-b-khud park ki taraf chal pade.
Ayaan pehle se hi bench par baitha tha.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hi uth kar khada ho gaya.
Chehre par ek soft si muskaan thi, lekin aankhon mein halki si chinta bhi.
“Aap nahi aaogi aaj…
aisi soch raha tha,” usne kaha.
Suman ne uske bagal mein baithte hue jawaab diya,
“Main bhi yahi soch rahi thi.”
Dono thodi der chup rahe.
Hawa mein patton ki aawaz thi. Door se bachchon ke khelne ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Ayaan ne dheere se kaha,
“Kal raat main so nahi paaya.
Aapka chehra baar-baar yaad aa raha tha.
Aapki aankhein…
unmein itna kuch chhupa hai ki main samajh nahi paa raha.”
Suman ne apne haath ko dekhte hue kaha,
“Kuch cheezein samajhne layak nahi hoti, Ayaan.
Woh sirf…
sahne layak hoti hain.”
Ayaan ne uska haath dheere se pakad liya.
Uske haath garam the, naram the.
Suman ke haath thande the.
“Main sahne mein madad nahi kar sakta shayad,” usne kaha,
“lekin main saath baith sakta hoon.
Agar aap chahein.”
Suman ne uske haath ko dekha.
Bahut chhote se lag rahe the uske haath.
Unnees saal ke ladke ke haath.
Jinmein abhi zindagi ki thakaan nahi thi.
Usne uska haath nahi chhoda.
Thodi der baad Ayaan ne uske kareeb hote hue poocha,
“Kya main phir se…
aapko choom sakta hoon?”
Suman ne aankhein utha kar usse dekha.
Is baar usne sir nahi hilaya.
Usne bas aankhein band kar li.
Ayaan ne dheere se uske kareeb aaya.
Pehle uske maathe ko chooma.
Phir aankhon ko.
Phir honthon ko.
Yeh choomban pehli baar wale se thoda alag tha.
Ismein thodi aur himmat thi.
Thodi aur gehraai thi.
Lekin ab bhi koi jaldbazi nahi thi.
Koi lalach nahi tha.
Suman ke honthon ne jawab diya.
Usne Ayaan ke honthon ko dheere se choosa.
Uske muh se ek bahut halki si siskari nikalii —
“Hmm…”
Ayaan ne uske baalon mein haath daal diya.
Suman ne uske kandhe ko pakad liya.
Choomban aur gehra hota gaya.
Jeebh ne jeebh ko chhua.
Dheere se.
Jaise dono ek dusre ko pehchaan rahe hon.
Jab unhone alag kiya toh dono ki saans thodi tez thi.
Ayaan ne Suman ke maathe se baal hataaye aur kaha,
“Aapke honth…
kaamp rahe hain.”
Suman ne aankhein kholi.
“Tere bhi.”
Ayaan muskura diya.
Phir usne Suman ka sir apne kandhe par rakh liya.
Suman ne virodh nahi kiya.
Usne aankhein band kar li aur Ayaan ki saans ko mehsoos karne lagi.
Bahut der baad Suman ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha,
“Main…
achhi nahi hoon, Ayaan.
Mere andar bahut andhera hai.
Main tujhe nahi batа सकती ki main kya hoon.”
Ayaan ne uske baal sehlaate hue kaha,
“Phir mat batana.
Main aapse aapki kahani nahi maang raha.
Main sirf…
aapke paas hona chahta hoon.”
Suman ki aankhein bhar aayi.
Usne Ayaan ke t-shirt ko pakad liya.
Itna zor se ki uski ungliyan safed pad gayi.
“Main tujhe dukh doongi,” usne kaha.
“Main har kisi ko dukh deti hoon.”
Ayaan ne uska chehra apne haathon mein liya.
“Phir bhi…
main yahin hoon.”
Usne phir se Suman ko chooma.
Is baar thoda aur gehra.
Suman ne bhi jawab diya.
Unke honth ek dusre se chipke rahe.
Kabhi-kabhi alag hote, phir wapas mil jaate.
Park mein ab andhera hone laga tha.
Log kam ho gaye the.
Ayaan ne Suman ke kaan ke paas dheere se kaha,
“Main aapko ghar tak chhod doon?”
Suman ne sir hilaaya.
“Nahi.
Aaj nahi.
Main…
akhili jaana chahti hoon.”
Ayaan ne uska haath chhoda nahi.
“Kal aaogi?”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Uske andar bhook ab bhi thi.
Woh thandi, andheri bhook.
Lekin uske saath-saath ek naya, naram sa dard bhi jag gaya tha.
Usne kaha,
“Aaungi.”
Ayaan ne uske haath ko apne honthon se chhua.
“Main intezaar karunga.”
Suman ne usse chhod kar chalna shuru kiya.
Kuch kadam chal kar usne peeche mud kar dekha.
Ayaan ab bhi bench par khada tha.
Usse dekh raha tha.
Suman ne jaldi se muh pher liya.
Us raat flat mein aakar usne sheeshe ke saamne khud ko dekha.
Aankhon mein pani tha.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Yeh kya ho raha hai mujhe…
Main is ladke ko…
kyoon mehsoos kar pa rahi hoon?”
Uske andar bhook hilti rahi.
Lekin is baar uske saath
ek naya, khatarnak sa ehsaas bhi tha —
ki shayad
woh ab bhi 
kisi ko
pyar kar sakti hai.