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Woh peeche se use lamba, sthir dhakelon se chhodta raha jisse uska bada nitamb uchalta aur atithi-kaksh ka gadda shikayat karta. Ek haath uske baalon mein ghusa raha, sir uthaye rakhta taaki woh chehra takiye mein na chhupa sake. Doosra haath kamar se hata aur nitamb-gaalon ke cheer par sarak gaya. 


Maine dekha uski ungliyan us sakht saanwle chhalle ko dhoondhti jise pehle chaat chuka tha. Usne turant andar nahi dhakela. Sirf ghumaya, us geelapan ko failata jo yoni se beh raha tha jab tak chhota chhed neechi deepak ke neeche chamakne laga. 

“Aahhhh… Vivek… peeche kya kar rahe ho… uuuhhhhhh…” 

“Tumhara woh hissa chhu raha hoon jo abhi sochta hai sirf shauchalay aur snaan ka hai. Yeh chhota chhed har baar jab main gehra jata hoon aankh maarta hai. Ise dhyan chahiye.” 








“Ise dhyan nahi chahiye. Ungli hatao. Mujhe wahan kuch pasand nahi. Galat aur ganda lagta hai aur main pehle hi kaafi de chuki.” 

“Galat aur ganda isliye hi achha lagta hai. Tumhari yoni mujhse khichi hui hai aur yeh abhi band hai. Yeh asantulan hai. Main ise theek karne wala hoon.” 

“Kripya… aahhhh… sirf aage istemal karo… peeche chhodo… mera pati so raha hai… agar naya shor karun to jag jayega…” 

“Phir wahi shor karo aur mere liye kholo.” 

Usne kasne aur kohniyon par aage sarakne ki koshish ki. Baalon mein haath ne rok diya. Yoni mein ling uski taal se jakde rakhta raha. 

Usne beech wali ungli ka guda chhalle par dabaya aur dheere, dhairya wale gheron mein mala, uske hi chipchipe se lepte jab tak maanspeshi thodi naram padi. Shir andar sarak gaya. 

“Aahhhh… andar ja raha hai… nikaalo… uuuhhhhhh… jalan hai…” 

“Sirf shir. Mehsoos karo yahan kitni sakht ho. Tumhare kisi hisse se zyada sakht jo maine liya. Yeh vivahit stree ka kunwari guda us purush ke liye khul raha hai jo uska pati nahi. Abhi tum yahi ho. Ek vivahit veshya jiske dono dwar uplabdh hain.” 

“Veshya mat kaho… aahhhh…” 

“Woh kahunga jo ungli batati hai. Sakht-nitamb wali vishwasghat kulta. Atithi-kaksh ki kutiya jiska pati galeyare mein kharrate le raha hai. Shabdon ko kaho.” 

Main andhere galeyare mein apne aap ko sahlaata raha, mutthi geeli awazon ke taal mein hilti. 

Jaanna ki meri maa usi pal veshya banayi ja rahi hai—yoni mein ling, gude mein ungli kaam karti, gande naam us par girte jab woh ghutnon par rahi—lajja aur garmi ko itna ghuma diya ki pet khokhla laga. 

Yahi woh stree thi jo shaam ka deepak jalti thi aur poochhti thi khaya ya nahi. Ab woh rishtedaron ke liye rakhe kamre mein apne shareer ka naya istemal seekh rahi thi. 

Usne use chakit kiya. 

Swekaar tootkar, karahne se kheenchkar aaya, par aaya. 

“Main… aahhhh… main vivahit veshya hoon… uuuhhhhhh… bas doosri taraf mat ruko… kripya…” 

Vivek ki kamar aadhe pal ke liye atki. Dheemi roshni mein bhi uske chehre par chot dikhi. Usne zyada ladayi ummeed ki thi. Ummeed nahi thi ki woh shabd wapas khilaayegi jab uski ungli uske andar ho. 

“Phir.” 

“Main veshya hoon… aahhhh… aaj raat tumhari veshya… ungli ajeeb lagti hai… uuuhhhhhh… mat ruko…” 

“Bhali ladki.” Usne aur gehra dhakela. Doosra ganth gayab hua. Woh ghusav ke aas-paas aur ling ke aas-paas ek saath kasii. 

Usne wait kiya, ungli andar ghumata, uske shareer ko khichav samajhne diya, phir pehli ke bagal doosri ungli jodi. Chhalla aur chauda jala. Usne gaddhe mein cheekh maari, awaz dabi par phir bhi khatarnak. 

“Is saaf chhote gude mein do ungliyan jab yoni mera ling pi rahi hai. Ek aur to samajh aa jayega dono chhed kis liye hain.” 

Usne teesri ungli chhote, mardete dabavon se andar ki, har baar jab khichav use peeche kheenchne ko dilaya to kamar ke dhakel se dhyan bhatkaya. 

Jab teenon ungliyan aakhir jad tak baithin to usne woh shor kiya jo maine uski zindagi mein kabhi nahi suna: ooncha, asahay, lagbhag kritagyata-bhara, jaise dard kisi aur cheez mein tip gaya ho. 

“Aahhhh… uuuhhhhhh… yeh bahut zyada hai… bhara hua hai… swarg jaisa lagta hai… kisi se mat kehna maine yeh kaha… aahhhh… Bhagwan…” 

Swarg. Shabd atithi-kaksh mein doosre apraadh ki tarah latka. Stree apne gude mein teen ungliyan swarg nahi kehti jab tak wahan ke tantrika jag na jayein aur lajja se tez bolne lagen. Usne ungliyan gadi rakhin aur dheere ghere mein hilane laga jab ling yoni mein lambe dhakel jaari rakhta. 

Dohre bharav ne uski bahen kaanpane aur peeth aur gehrayi se kamani banayi. 

“Woh milavat mehsoos ho rahi hai? Yoni mein ling, guda ungliyon se khichta. Yahi tarika theek kulta barbaad hoti hai. Dono dwar khule. Ab koi shalinta wali patni nahi jo andhere mein sirf ek sthiti jaanti ho. Sirf chhed jo diya jaye le lete hain.” 

“Aahhhh… main kulta hoon… uuuhhhhhh… main tumhari kulta hoon… samapt karo… kripya samapt… main ise chup nahi rakh sakti…” 

Woh jokhim ke bawajood awaz uthane lagi, shabd karahnon ke beech girte. 

“Giro… aahhhh… Vivek, giro… mujhe chahiye tum giro… uuuhhhhhh… main nahi pakad sakti…” 

Phir ek cheez hui jiski na unhone yojana banayi thi. Jab usne gude mein teen ungliyan mudi aur yoni mein gehra dhakela, uska poora shareer jakad gaya. Achanak geelapan ka sakht jharna uske ling ke aas-paas beh nikla, jaanghen, chadar aur uski apni taangon ke andar bheegaya. Woh chhote, asahay dhakelon mein chhidak rahi thi jab woh use dono jagah khola rakhe tha. 

Awaz mamuli sambhog se zyada geeli aur teekhi thi, ek behna jiska mamuli uttejna se koi lena-dena nahi. Usne cheekh ko maarne ke liye chehra takiye mein dhasa diya, par takiya us tarike ko nahi chhupa saka jaise shareer aakunchit hota raha. 

Master-shayankaksh se pita ki awaz deewar paar kaati, neend aur uljhan se ghanii. 

“Shobha? Uthii ho? Laga kuch suna. Theek ho?” 

Main itna jaam gaya ki mutthi beech dhakel mein ruk gayi. Chot shareerik thi, seene se seedha thanda girna. Ek galeyara. Ek patla dwar. Ek purush jisne abhi uska naam liya jab doosre purush ki ungliyan abhi uske gude mein gadi thin aur ling abhi yoni mein ghada tha. 

Usne bhi suna. Shareer ek pal ke liye kasaa, phir sir itna phera ki kandhe se phusphusa sake, vyakul, neeche aur abhi ling se bhari. 

“Giro. Abhi. Aahhhh… kripya giro… woh jag gaya… uuuhhhhhh… mat ruko par samapt karo… jaldi…” 









Vivek ne yoni se nahi nikala. Usne use aur zor se chhoda, chhote kathor dhakel jo nitamb laharate the aur teen ungliyon ko gehra rahne majboor karte. Girne wale purush ka veg mamuli chudai se alag hota hai. Kamar savdhan taal khoti hai. Gehrai saja ban jati hai. 

Shareer galeyare mein pati ke jokhim ki sunna band karta hai aur sirf khud ko khali karne ki zaroorat sunta hai. 

“Dheela pad jao,” usne kaan ke kareeb gurraya. “Kholo aur lo. Main bilkul kareeb hoon. Mat kasna nahi to andar hi rahunga.” 

Maine kadam sune. 

Andhere mein shauchalay jaane wale purush ki naram sarak nahi. Bhaari, iradapurvak kadam kisi ke jo palang chhodkar, pair fars h par rakhkar, galeyare ki taraf chal raha hai jaanne ko patni theek se jawab kyun nahi de rahi. Pita aa rahe the. 

Us gyaan aur maa ka nazar, abhi ghutnon par jhuki, abhi Vivek ko samapt karne ki phusphusahat, abhi ling aur ungliyan lete hue jab kadam tez ho rahe the, ne mujhe poori tarah tod diya. Itna zor se gira ki ek pal ke liye nazar safed ho gayi. 

Veerya mutthi par beha aur atithi-kaksh ki deewar ke neeche hisse par lakir ban gaya usse pehle ki pakadta ya munh pherata. Pal ki gandagi ek saath lagi aur nahi chhodi. Putra apni hi maa ke chhodne aur gude mein ungli dene ki bilkul usi awaz aur nazar par khud ko kharch karta jab pita khoj ki taraf chal rahe the. 

Barbaad isse kam padta. Main tha jisne paudhe ke gamle ke neeche chaabi chhodi. Main tha jisne yatri-griha mein suna. Main tha jo abhi andhere mein khada tha apne veerya ke saath rang par. Barbaadi poori thi. 

Kamre ke andar usne mehsoos kiya Vivek phailta aur mota hota. Usne dar se uske ling aur ungliyon dono ke aas-paas kasa. 

“Andar nahi… aahhhh… aage andar nahi… nikaalo… uuuhhhhhh…” 

Usne aakhiri sambhav pal par yoni se jhatke se nikala, ungliyan geeli awaz ke saath gude se kheenchin, aur do baar uske failte nitamb-gaalon par khud ko sahlaaya. Veerya ki ghanii dor uske bade nitamb par girin, bhuri chamdi par safed, kuch seedha us cheer mein sarak gayi jise usne teen ungliyon se abhi khola tha. 

Woh kohniyon aur ghutnon par jhuki rahi, haanfati, mail thanda hota jab galeyare ke kadam ginne layak saaf ho rahe the. 

Maine pita ki parchaai raaste ki door deewar par hilti dekhi. 

Woh atithi-kaksh ki taraf chal rahe the. 

Maa abhi ghutnon par thi doosre purush ke veerya se nitamb ranga, yoni abhi khuli aur tapakti, sambhog, thook aur paseene ki gandh itni ghanii ki dwar tak pahunche. Deepak abhi jalta. Chadar barbaad. Dwar sirf aadha band. 

Agle kuch pal faisla karenge ghar khada rahega ya ek nazar mein toot jayega. 

Agla kya hua, uske liye jude raho…