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Is baar woh uske munh mein nahi girna chahta tha. 


Maine faisla us tarike mein dekha jaise usne use hataaya usse pehle ki aangan wala karahna dohraaye. Ling uske honthon se nikalte chamakta. Woh hansphi aur thoodi hatheli ke peeche se ponchi, pehle se dwar ki taraf dekh rahi. 

“Palang par,” usne kaha. “Tumhe sawari karni hai. Aaj raat gale mein nahi samapt karna. Chahta hoon yeh vivahit yoni is anupayogi palang par mujh par baithhe.” 

Usne mana karne ka socha bhi nahi. 

Seedhi bhasha mein samjhaata hoon kyun. Mana karne ke liye indhan chahiye. Usne indhan khidki par, aangan par, nitamb ki ungli par, “kabhi nahi” ke vaakya par kharch kar diya. 

Jo bacha woh thaka, geela, pehle se chhoda hua shareer tha us kamre mein jahan doosra vikalp tha master-shayankaksh mein lautkar thook aur jeebh ki gandh liye kharrate lete pati ke bagal letna. Us par sawari karna us garmi se guzarne ka chhota rasta tha jiska naam woh nahi leti. 

Woh us bindu se aage thi jahan khade hokar kapde theek karne se woh phir nirdosh ban jaati. Ek baar stree ne atithi-kaksh mein apna guda purush ke munh ko de diya, to uske ling par chadna naya desh nahi. Agli gali hai. 

Dono ashuddh the. Uski patloon khuli thi. Uski choli ek kandhe se latki. Munh geela tha. Nitamb abhi halka chamakta jahan usne chaata tha. Atithi-kaksh ki chadar, jo rishtedaron ke liye mojhi thi, iske liye ban gayi. 

Woh peeth ke bal leta. Woh us par chadhii, bhaari jaanghen khulti, aur neeche haath lejakar use samaane lagi. Jab dhasii to awaz ghanii aur parichit thi. 

“Aahhhh—mujhe mat dekho.” 

“Mujhe mat dekho,” usne kaha. Awaz pehle se ghanii thi. “Aahhhh… chehra deewar ki taraf karo. Agar ghooro to nahi kar sakti.” 

“Main ghoorunga. Yahi poora uddeshya hai tumhe upar baithane ka.” 

“Phir aankhein band karo. Uuuhhhhhh… jab tum mera chehra dekhte ho to aisi nangi mehsoos hoti hoon jo nange se bhi buri hai.” 

“Tum nangi ho. Tumhari sadi fars h par hai. Choli khuli hai. Yoni mujhse bhari hai. Dekhna isme sabse kam hai.” 

“Yoni mat kaho. Un shabdon mein se koi mat kaho jab main… aahhhh… jab main aisi hoon.” 

“Tum atithi-kaksh mein mujh par sawari kar rahi ho jab tumhara pati kharrate le raha hai. Jo chaahunga kahunga.” 

Uske paas koi saccha saaf chunav nahi bacha tha, aur dono jaante the. Woh utth sakti thi, saya neeche kheench sakti thi, master-shayankaksh laut sakti thi aur kharrate lete purush ke bagal let sakti thi jaise kuch hua hi na ho. 

Usne nahi kiya. Ulte Vivek par straddle karti rahi, jaanghen uski kamar ke dono taraf bhaari, aur jis tarah usne apna bojh baithaya woh kisi bhashan se zyada saaf sach batata tha. Usne theek kiya, kon paya, aur hilne lagi jaise faisla munh se neeche kahin ho chuka ho. 

Dwar ki daar se aisa dikha jaise woh khud us par sawari karna chahti ho. Us gaurav se nahi jaise stree anand ko khulkar daava kare, balki us shant, ziddi tarike se jaise shareer jo rekha paar kar chuka ho aur wapas nahi chadna chahta. Thoda uthi aur phir dhasii. 

Uski geeli awaz chhote kamre mein bhari. Yahi vishwasghat apne sabse saaf roop mein tha: pita bees kadam door soya, deewaron par vishwas, vivah par vishwas, us stree par vishwas jo abhi doosre purush ke ling se woh khali-pan bhar rahi thi jise usne kabhi notice nahi kiya. Woh ruk sakti thi. 

Woh nahi ruki. Yahi use sabse bure tarah ka vishwasghat banata tha. Sirf yeh nahi ki purush uske andar tha. Yeh ki woh ruki aur hili. 

“Khud dekho,” Vivek ne kaha. “Mujh par aise baithi jaise ghar ke chup hone ka wait kar rahi thi. Pehle malo agar zaroorat ho. Aur geela karo.” 

Usne kiya. Itna uthi ki sirf shir usse laga rahe, phir dandi haath mein li aur shir ko apne cheer par oopar-neeche malne lagi. 

Kaaran seedha aur ganda tha. Woh pehle ke chaatne, dar aur varjita se pehle se chipchipi thi, par chahti thi pehli poori dhakel sarak jaye, zor na lage. 

Stree tab aisa karti hai jab faisla kar chuki ho andar jaana hai, tab nahi jab abhi vichaar se lad rahi ho. Kartee hue dwar ki taraf dekhati rahi, kharrate mein toot, kadmon, ya raat mein mutra-ashay se jagne wale pati ki awaz sunti. 

“Tum pehle se bheeg rahi ho,” usne kaha. “Mehsoos kar raha hoon mere ling par beh raha hai aur tumne abhi poora nahi liya. Matlab shareer ne munh se pehle faisla kiya. Matlab achhi-patni wala bhashan sirf galeyare ke liye hai.” 

“Main nahi… aahhhh… main tumhare liye geeli nahi. Yeh bas… yeh bas hota hai.” 

“Yeh tab hota hai jab vivahit yoni yaad karti hai use theek se istemal kiya ja sakta hai. Inkaar band karo. Khud andar le jaao. Dekhna chahta hoon tum mujhe andar rakhti ho.” 

Woh yeh bhi kiya. Ek haath se use tikaya, nitamb neeche kiye, aur bhadda shir apne dwar ko dhoondhne diya. Phir dhasii. Pehle dheere. Khichav ne uski saans ek lambe, toote shor mein nikaal di. 

“Aahhhh… uuuhhhhhh… yeh mota hai… ruko…” 

“Koi rukna nahi. Tumne wahan rakha. Ab lo.” 

Usne liya. Ungal-ungal jab tak nitamb uski jaanghon par baithhe aur woh poori tarah baithi. Uski yoni ne use aise nigala jaise bhookha munh nigalta hai. 

Vishwasghat sabse bure tarike se meetha laga. Meetha kyunki khichav ne kuch pal ke liye dosh ko mitaya. 

Meetha kyunki kharrate lete purush ke jokhim ne har hilaav ko teekha banaya. Meetha kyunki usne atithi-kaksh ke palang ko us saaf kahaani se oopar rakha jo woh subah khud se suna sakti thi. 






Vivek ke haath turant uske stanon par gaye. Unhe cup kiya, bhaari aur naram, aur chuchukiyon ko angoothe se dabaya jab tak woh khadi na ho jayein. 

“Yeh stan,” usne dabakar kaha. “Bade vivahit stan jo sirf andhere mein pati ke liye uchalte hain. Aaj raat mere liye uchalte hain. Dekho mere haathon mein kaise baithte hain. Dekho jab nichodta hoon chuchukiyan kaise kathor hoti hain.” 

“Inki baat mat karo. Aahhhh… mat.” 

“Bolunga. Kahunga yeh un ladkiyon se behtar hain jinko pehle paise deta tha kyunki yeh abhi shalinta ka natak karti hain jab mere pet par tapakti hain.” 

Usne dheere shuru kiya. Thoda oopar, thoda neeche, gehraai jaanchti, poore ehsaas ki aadi hoti. Phir taal bina kisi ghoshna ke badal gaya. Woh oonchi uthne aur zor se girne lagi. Nitamb uski kamar se thapakte. Stan uski pakad mein hilte. Palang-chaukhat ne gehli, niyamit shikayat ki. 

“Uuuhhhhhh… aahhhh… nahi kar sakti… agar tez jaun to sunenge…” 

“Phir sunein. Tum pehle se mujhe chhod rahi ho. Thoda shor use aur bura nahi banayega.” 

Woh tez ho gayi. Chhote, lalchi dhakelon mein us par uchalne lagi, waisi jo stree tab karti hai jab har neeche ragar par yoni-shikhar pakad raha ho aur dosh ne thodi der ke liye vivad haar diya ho. Karahne tez hue. 

“Aahhhh… aahhhh… Vivek… uuuhhhhhh…” 

“Yahi. Sawari karo. Woh mota nitamb istemal karo. Us par uchlo jaise ghante ki keemat di ho.” 

“Mujhe mat… aahhhh… mat…” 

“Jo ho wahi kahunga. Woh patni jo sir mein atithi-kaksh ka dwar sataati hai aur taangein kholti hai. Woh maa jo dopahar mein ling choosti hai aur raat ko us par baithhti hai. Tum woh kulta ho jo abhi naam-patte par patni shabd chahti hai.” 








Woh nahi ruki. Yahi hissa tha jisne uske andar kuch barbaad kiya, kaam se zyada. 

Woh jaam ho sakti thi. Utthkar kapde theek kar sakti thi. 

Ulte uthhti-girti rahi, yoni pakadti-sarakti, geeli awaz aur ghanii hoti. Usne dono haathon se uska bada nitamb pakda aur girane mein madad ki, gaal kholte hue dekhne ke liye ki woh usme kaise gayab hota hai. 

“Mehsoos ho raha hai?” usne kaha. “Tumhari yoni mujhe kha rahi hai. Koi ladayi nahi bachi. Sirf geela vivahit maas woh le raha hai jo chahta hai jab woh purush jiske liye tum pakati ho murkh ki tarah so raha hai.” 

“Aahhhh… samapt karo… kripya bas samapt… uuuhhhhhh…” 

“Abhi nahi. Mujhe chumo.” 

Usne sir hilaaya chahe nitamb hilte rahe. 

“Nahi. Nahi kar sakti. Chumma ise… aahhhh… alag tarike se sachcha bana deta hai.” 

“Chun sakti ho. Khamoshi mein sawari jaari rakho ya chhodte hue munh mera munh se lagaao. Parvah nahi kaun sa jhoot chuno.” 

Kuch dhakel sirf sawari ki. Phir, dheere, jaise faisla yoni se seene tak safar kare, woh neeche jhuki. Stan uske shareer se dabe. Munh uska munh mila. Chumma pehle be-dhaanga, phir gehra, jeebhein milti jab nitamb taal rakhte rahe. 








Maine iski chot apne pet mein mehsoos ki. Karahna sunna ek baat thi. Use dekhna jab woh usse bhari thi chumma chune, doosri. 

Matlab aakhiri vinamra doorii toot chuki thi. Har uchhal par stan unke shareeron ke beech hilte. Woh uske honthon ke khilaf bolta raha. 

“Kulta. Vishwasghat wali patni. Atithi-kaksh ki veshya. Lete hue mujhe chumo. Yahi roop maine snaangrih se chaaha tha.” 

Usne uttar ke bajay aur zor se chuma. 

Usne bina zyada suchna ke use latkaya. Kamar ka ek majboot ghumav aur woh atithi-kaksh ke gaddhe par haath-ghutnon par thi. 

Usne shikayat nahi ki. Jhuki, chhati neeche ki, aur nitamb peeche uski taraf dhakela jaise naya kon wohi ho jiska wait tha. 

Jab kandhe se peeche dekha to aankhon mein bhookh neechi roshni mein bhi saaf thi. Pal-bhar ke liye koi sharmili vaakya nahi. Sirf khuli, geeli zaroorat. 

“Jaanta tha tum mere liye kulta ban jaogi,” usne kaha. “Barish mein ek raat. Aangan mein ek dopahar. Ab yeh. Dekho kaise pesh kar rahi ho.” 

Is baar usne inkaar nahi kiya. Sirf kaha, awaz karari, 

“Samapt karo. Aahhhh… bas samapt karo ghar jagne se pehle.” 

Usne ling peeche se yoni mein wapas le gaya aur ek dhakel mein gehra baitha. Phir ek mutthi mein baal ikatthe karke sir peeche kheenchha taaki gala lamba ho aur chehra sirhane ki taraf majboor ho. 

“Uuuhhhhhh… aahhhh… Vivek… haan… aise…” 

Thap-thap sach mein shuru hui. Maas par maas, geela aur bhaari. Uski kamar ka uske bade nitamb se slap-slap-slap. 

Awaz aadhe-khule dwar se bhi saaf thi: us purush ki ghanii, taalmaya taal jo stree ko itni zor se chhod raha ho ki palang shikayat kare aur hawa chamdi ke shor se bhare. Main us awaz par tez sahlaata raha, mutthi kasi, saans rokii, wahi ganda taal. 








Usne nitamb par thappar maara. Gaal laharaya. Woh jhatki. 

“Thappar band… aahhhh… nishan pad jayega…” 

“Nishan padne do. Chahta hoon nashta par unke bagal baithhte mehsoos karo.” Ek aur thappar. “Yeh nitamb iske liye bana. Vivahit mota nitamb asli ling le raha hai jab pati relon ke sapne dekh raha hai.” 

“Tum aise baat kar rahe ho jaise main kuch nahi… uuuhhhhhh…” 

“Jab mere ling par ho to kuch nahi. Tum ek chhed ho jo karahata hai aur munh jo nigalta hai aur patni jo geeli hote hi vade bhool gayi. Kaho.” 

“Main… aahhhh… main patni hoon…” 

“Doosra shabd kaho.” 

“Main… uuuhhhhhh… aaj raat tumhari kulta hoon… lo… khush…” 

“Aur tez.” 

“Main tumhari kulta hoon… aahhhh… chhodo aur samapt karo… kripya…” 

Usne baal mutthi mein rakhe aur doosra haath kamar par, har dhakel par use peeche kheenchta taaki yoni use baar-baar jad tak nigale. Prashn aur gande hue. 

“Kya woh kabhi tumhe aise khichta hai?” 

“Nahi… aahhhh… kabhi aise nahi…” 

“Kya woh tumhari jaanghon se tapkane deta hai?” 

“Nahi… uuuhhhhhh… sirf tum…” 

“Kya tum unka nashta pakogi jab mera veerya abhi tumse beh raha hoga?” 

“Mat… aahhhh… yeh mat kahwao…” 

“Kaho.” 

“Haan… uuuhhhhhh… haan pakungi… Bhagwan madad kare…” 

Us sthiti mein, peeth kamani, munh khula, aankhein aadhi-band, woh us stree jaisi dikhi jisne paise ke liye chhabi banayi ho. Bhojan-mez ki sharmili maa gayab thi. Jo bacha woh shareer tha jisne taal seekh liya aur woh lajja jo ab rok ke bajay garmi mehsoos hone lagi thi. 

Uske andar kuch usi pal barbaad ho raha tha: woh hissa jo maanta tha woh hamesha sirf patni, sirf maa, sirf woh stree ban sakti hai jo deepak jalti hai aur kamiz mojhti hai. Har dhakel us hisse ko aur door dhakel raha tha. 

Main galeyare mein deewar se maathe lagaaye gir gaya, apni kalai kaat-ta taaki awaz unki awaz se na mile. Thap-thap jaari rahi. 

Kharrate jaari rahe. Atithi-kaksh mein Vivek ne use sthir, be-izzat dhakelon se barbaad kiya jab woh uske maange lajjit shabdon mein jawab deti rahi, aur ghar, ek aur ghante ke liye, unka bhed rakhta raha.