Misc. Erotica Shazia

[shdas]

Shazia ke kadam kitchen ki taraf badhe. Dupatta usne phir se chest par kheench liya, itna ke Singhania ki nazar ko kapda jawab de, jism nahi. Phir bhi jab usne kitchen ke darwaze se peeth dikhai, salwar ka kapda uski hidon par tik kar hilaa, kameez ki silai kamar ke last inch tak chali gayi.

Iqbal ne woh nazar pakdi, aur nahi pakdi. Usne table ke kinare ko ungli se ragda.

“Sir, Shazia thodi poorani soch ki hai. Aap burra na maaniyega. Aap jo kehte hain, woh sun leti hai. Main dekh loonga.”

Singhania ne unki taraf dekhe bagair kaha.

“Tumne last baar bhi yahi kaha tha, Iqbal. ‘Main dekh loonga.’ Is liye main aaj khud dekhne aaya hoon. Ghar, biwi, mahaul. File mein naam hota hai, kamre mein saans hoti hai.”

Iqbal ne kuch nahi joda. Usne sirf itna manage kiya:

“Sir, aap ghar ko apna samjhiye. Jo hukm dege, woh hoga.”

Paani uske haath se—

Kitchen se tray aayi. Do glass. Ek jug. Bottle alag, jo Iqbal ne kabhi almirah ke upar chhupa ke rakhi thi, aaj neeche thi.

Shazia tray ko dono haathon se pakde hue thi, dupatta koyi ke peeche se aage laati hui, taaki jhukne par kameez ka gale zyada na khule. Woh Singhania ke saamne ruki, table ke wood tak jhuki, glass unke haath ke paas rakha. Paani hilaa.

Singhania ne glass nahi uthaya. Unhone uska haath dekha, phir tray, phir uske chehre ke neeche wahi dupatta.

“Glass yahan mat rakh, Shazia. Mere haath mein do. Itni door se mehmaan nahi peeta.”

Shazia ki ungliyan tray par chipak gayin.

“Sir, table par rakh doon to aapke liye aasaan rahega. Main gira na doon.”

“Tum nahi giraogi.” Unki aawaz low thi, lekin room mein kaafi thi. “Iqbal se mat dilwana. Jo main maangun, woh tum dogi. Yeh ghar ka pehla kaaida aaj se yaad rakhna.”

Iqbal sofa par saans bhari.

Shazia ne tray thodi jhukai, paani ka glass uthaya, aur woh glass Singhania ki taraf badhaya. Unki ungliyon ne glass ke saath uski ungli ka kinara bhi chhoo liya — do second, na itna ke koi chillaye, na itna kam ke woh chhoo na lage.

Glass unke haath mein chala gaya. Uske haath mein thand, uske kaan mein garmi.

“Shukriya, Sir. Main… main whisky bhi nikaal doon?”

Singhania ne paani ka ek sip liya, aankhein us par.

“Nikaalo. Peg mere saamne banana. Iqbal ko bottle mat dena. Aaj jo bhi is ghar mein serve hoga, Shazia, tumhare haath se hoga. Samjhi?”

Shazia ne dupatta ek baar aur sambhala, aankhein neeche, aawaz poori.

“Ji Sir. Main abhi laati hoon. Aap jo measure bolenge, utna hi daalungi. Is ghar mein aapke liye kami nahi honi chahiye.”

Woh tray le kar kitchen ki taraf mudi. Maroon kameez ke neeche uski kamar ki line last light mein dikhi, phir dupatta ne use dhaanp diya.

Singhania ne glass table par rakha, Iqbal ki taraf ab bhi poora nahi dekha.

“Ab whisky usi ke haath se aani chahiye, Iqbal. Tum baith ke dekho. Aaj raat tumhari biwi host hai. Tum sirf is ghar ke aadmi ho.”