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Shaam ke pehle unhone bungalow ke chhote dining corner par khana khaya, thoda-thoda, baat politics ki, constituency ki, kaun se gaon Pushpa ji ke log hain, kaun se Venkat Rao ke. Srivalli ne chai li, whiskey nahi, aur yeh baat usne saaf kahi. “Mujhe hosh chahiye, Jolly. Kal bhi chahiye tha, aaj bhi hai. Main yaad rakhna chahti hoon main kya de rahi hoon, aur kya le rahi hoon.”

“Hosh rakh, rani,” unhone kaha, glass ghumate hue. “Mujhe bhi teri hosh wali awaaz pasand aa rahi hai. Pehle tu sirf roti thi, ab tu baat karti hai. Yeh change baap ji ko bhi chhod, mujhe bhi chhua hai.” Unhone uski saree ke pallu ke kinare ko ungli se chhooa, kapde ke upar se. “Yeh off-white tere ghar wali soorat hai. Aaj raat main ise dheere utarunga, aur mangalsutra waisa hi rahega. Mujhe bhi yaad rakhna hai tu kiski biwi hai, aur aaj kiske paas hai.”

Srivalli ke gale mein kuch ataka, phir usne saans li aur uth khadi hui. “Toh chaliye. Main khud chalti hoon, aap peeche se kheench kar nahi le jaayenge.” Woh unke aage-aage andar ke kamre ki taraf gayi, payal nahi thi is baar, sirf pallu ki silk aur unke joote ki awaaz, aur har kadam par yeh soch ki yeh raat usne khud likhi hai.

Kamra bungalow ke peeche tha, badi palang, cream chadar, khidki par parda, ek dim light. Srivalli palang ke paas ruki, aur Jolly ne darwaza band kar diya. Unhone pehle uska purse mez par rakha, phir uske kareeb aa kar kaha, “Bol, rani, pallu main utarun, ya tu khud?”

Usne unki aankhon mein dekha, ek pal socha, aur khud haath pallu par rakha. “Main utarungi. Aaj ki raat meri bhi hai.” Usne off-white pallu seene se dheela kiya, zari ka chhota kaam peeli light mein chamka, aur kapda uski baayen baazu se khisak kar kamar tak aa gaya. Blouse ka peach rang ab saaf dikh raha tha, U-cut mein mangalsutra ki do kali ladiyan, aur uske saans se chhati uth-gir rahi thi. Jolly dekhte rahe, haath abhi nahi badhaya, jaise wahin rukna bhi unka maza ho.

“Bahut achha,” unhone kaha, awaaz bhaari. “Ab hooks meri taraf se. Tu khadi reh, aur haan bolti reh. Ghabrahat hai to keh dena, main ruk jaaunga.”

“Ghabrahat nahi hai,” Srivalli ne kaha, awaaz mein thodi si kaanp thi, lekin inkaar nahi. “Kal raat ke baad meri body jaanti hai kya hona hai. Aap kholiye. Main yahin hoon.”

Jolly ne peeth ke peeche haath diya aur pehla hook khola, phir doosra, phir teesra, dheere, itna ki har click uski saans ke saath girta. Blouse dheela hua, aur unhone usko aage se kheench kar utar diya. Uske boobs bahar aaye, bhaari, garam, nipples tight, mangalsutra unke beech latakta hua. Gold tops unhone nahi utare, choodiyan nahi utari, sindoor nahi ponchha. Petticoat ki naada ek ungli se khuli, satin neeche gir gaya, aur Srivalli unke saamne khadi thi, nangi, sirf mangalsutra, tops, choodiyan, aur maang ke sindoor ke saath. Off-white saree pairon ke paas ek naram ghera ban kar padi thi.

Usne haath seene par nahi liye. *Yeh jism main unhe de rahi hoon, lekin yeh unka nahi ho jaayega. Yeh meri keemat hai, meri kursi ki, aur meri marzi ki.* “Dekhiye, Jolly. Yeh main hoon, aur main chhupa nahi rahi. Ab aap bhi apni baat nibhaiye, jaise kaha tha.”

Unhone belt kholi, kapde utare, aur uske kareeb aa kar uski kamar pakad li, honth uski gardan par, mangalsutra ke kareeb. “Palang par let, rani. Aaj pehle main tera chehra dekhna chahta hoon. Tu meri bhabhi hai ghar mein, aur yahan meri rani. Bol, andar lu? Main tab tak intezaar karunga jab tak tu haan na kare.”

Srivalli palang par let gayi, cream chadar uski peeth ke neeche, aur usne dheere se pair khole. Sharm aayi, tez, kal raat ki yaad ke saath, lekin usne pair wapas nahi joode. “Haan, Jolly. Andar lijiye. Dheere, lekin lijiye. Main chahti hoon, aur main yahin hoon.”

Unhone jaldi nahi ki. Lund uski geeli chut ke muh par raga, dheere, phir top tikaya, ek inch andar kiya, ruk kar uska chehra dekha. Srivalli ke muh se ek gehri saans toot kar nikal gayi, “Aaaahh…”, aankhein khuli, honth alag. Kal raat ke baad bhi uski body unke liye nayi si kheenchi, alag andaaz, alag garmi. Unhone ek aur inch diya, phir ek aur, aur jab poora andar gaya to usne unki peeth par haath rakh kar unhe apni taraf kheencha. “Haan, ahhh, poora… mat ruko. Main le rahi hoon.”

Jolly uski aankhon mein dekhte rahe, dhakke lambe, gehre, dheere, kabhi ruk kar uske boobs muh mein le kar, mangalsutra ko ek taraf karke. “Itni tight, itni garam, aur tu mujhe bula rahi hai,” unhone kaha, saans ke beech. “Kal tu baap ji ke paas thi, aaj meri palang par hai, aur tu jhoot nahi bol rahi ki tu nahi chahti. Yeh dekh kar main khush hoon, rani. Bol, kaisi lag rahi hoon main tujhe aaj, dushman jaise, ya saathi jaise?”

Srivalli ne saans bhari, awaaz bheegi lekin saaf. “Aaj aap meri dushman nahi, ahhh, meri saath ke aadmi ho. Kal jo aapne kiya, woh main bhooli nahi, lekin aaj jo main de rahi hoon, woh us dard se nahi, apni marzi se de rahi hoon. Haan, aise, wahan, mat rukiye.” Unke dhakke tez hue, palang ki halki karak, uski choodiyan, uski siski, aur beech-beech mein unke lafz, “Meri rani, meri bhabhi, meri.” Har dhakke par mangalsutra unki chhati se ragda, sindoor wali maang unki saans se garam hui. Dard aur maza mil kar ek garam, bhaari ehsaas ban rahe the. *Main de rahi hoon, aur yeh soch kar sharm bhi aa rahi hai, lekin is sharm ke neeche jo josh hai, usko main aaj jhoot nahi bolungi. Pushpa ji, aap site par hon, yeh raat meri file ki hai, aapki neend ki nahi.*

Jab woh kaanpane lagi, usne unki kamar aur kas li, “Haan, wahan, ahhh, mat nikaaliye.” Jolly ne uska chehra dekha, ek gehri saans li, aur andar hi, garam, thick, apna maal chhod diya. Srivalli ki siski lambi nikal gayi, uska jism kaanpa, aur woh unke kandhe se chipak kar leti rahi, mangalsutra unki chamri par, saans toot-toot kar.

Kuch pal baad unhone nikaala. Cum ki ek dhaari uski ran par behne lagi. Srivalli ne aankhein band ki, phir kholi, aur unhe dekha. Andar sharm thi, lekin us sharm ke saath ek thaki hui saaf himmat bhi thi, jo jungle wali raaton mein nahi thi. “Yeh pehla round tha,” usne khud kaha, awaaz thaki, lekin ek chhoti si muskaan ke saath, jo hairani bhi thi, himmat bhi. “Aapne kaha tha raat meri bhi hai. Paani do, phir baat karte hain. Main abhi nahi jaa rahi.”

Jolly ne uski ran par apni ungli pheri, us nishan ko dekha, phir uski aankhon mein dekha. “Tu andar maal le kar bhi mujhe dekh rahi hai, bhabhi. Pehle tu munh pher leti thi. Ab tu hisaab maangti hai. Venkat Rao ko bhi yeh himmat dikhegi, to woh ticket pe sirf baap ji ke naam se nahi, teri awaaz se bhi dastkhat karega.”

“Venkat Rao ki baat dinner par hogi,” usne kaha, unki ungli ko dheere hataate hue, lekin hatate waqt unka haath ek pal apni hatheli mein rakh kar. “Aaj ki baat aapki aur meri hai. Paani dijiye.”

Jolly hans pade, palang ke kinare se paani ka glass uthaya, uske honthon tak diya, aur uske khule baal se haath pherte hue kaha, “Tu sach mein badal gayi hai, bhabhi. Pehle tu chup ke let jaati thi, ab tu khud next round maang rahi hai. Pee, phir meri god mein aa. Aaj tu upar se bhi kaam karegi, apni taal se, taaki tujhe pata rahe tu de rahi hai.”

Srivalli ne paani piya, glass neeche rakha, aur unke upar aayi, raanein unki kamar ke dono taraf, mangalsutra unki chhati par latakta hua. Unka lund phir se sakht tha. Usne usko pakad kar apni ab bhi geeli chut par rakha, aur dheere, inch-inch, khud baithna shuru kiya. “Aaaahhh, mmm,” pehla inch kheench raha tha, lekin usne ruka nahi, unke kandhe pakad kar neeche baith gayi, poora, apne wazn se, apne faisle se. “Haan, poora hai. Ab aap dekhiye, main khud chalti hoon.”

Woh uth-baithne lagi, pehle dheere, har baar ek siski, phir tez. Uski bhari chhati unke chehre ke saamne hilne lagi, unhone nipple chusa, beech-beech mein uska chehra uthakar dekha. “Bolti reh, rani,” unhone kaha. “Mujhe teri awaaz chahiye.”

“Haan, ahhh, mat rokiye, main theek hoon, main le rahi hoon,” usne kaha, kamar ki apni taal par. “Yeh bhi meri keemat hai, ticket bhi, aur jo dinner teen din baad hai, uski tayyari bhi. Aap yaad rakhna, main sirf jhukne nahi aayi, main lene bhi aayi hoon.”

“Lena seekh gayi tu,” Jolly ne kaha, uski gaand pakadte hue, lekin dhakka uske upar se nahi, uski hi raftaar par. “Venkat, Gopal, Prakash, unke saamne bhi tu aise hi bol, to kursi pakki hai. Main teri backbone rahoonga, malik nahi, yeh main pehle keh chuka, aur aaj tu mujhe yakin dila rahi hai.” Srivalli tez ho gayi, palang ki awaaz, uski moan, unki saans. Jab kamar dard karne lagi, tab bhi usne nahi roka, jab tak dono ek ke baad ek kaanpe. Pehle woh nikal, ek lambi, khuli siski ke saath, “Aaaahhh, haan, wahan,” phir woh, andar, phir se, uski chut ko bharte hue.

Thodi der woh unke upar hi leti rahi, maathe se pasina, baal khule, sindoor bigda hua. Jolly ke haath uski peeth par the. Kamre mein unki saans thi, thodi whiskey ki khushboo thi, aur uske gale mein mangalsutra ki thandi ladi thi.

“Ab ek baat aur,” usne kaha, unki chhati se sir uthate hue, awaaz shaant, business wali. “Teen din baad ke dinner par main aapke saath khadi houngi, lekin un teenon ke saamne meri izzat ka khel aap nahi kheloge. Jo dungi, soch kar dungi. Aap meri file aage badhaiye, campaign ke dates nikaaliye, aur Pushpa ji ko itna hi dikhaiye ki party unki rani ke saath khadi hai. Baaki meri zimmedari hai.”

Jolly ne uske maathe par, sindoor ke kareeb, honth rakhe, na pyar, na wada, sirf ek saathi ka nishan. “Theek hai, rani. Main dates nikaalunga, un teeno ko confirm karunga, aur kal subah tujhe unka short sa hisaab bhej dunga. Tu ghar ja, apne Pushpa ke bagal mein so, unko khushi de ki papers nikal gaye. Meri taraf se aaj ka hisaab chuk gaya, teri taraf se bhi. Lekin ek baat toh maan, bhabhi, tu jab chahegi, meri bungalow ka darwaza tere liye khula rahega, dhamki se nahi, is nayi dosti se.”

Srivalli ne thodi der unhe dekha, phir dheere se kaha, “Dosti ka lafz bhaari hai, Jolly. Abhi yeh saath hai, yeh hisaab hai, aur yeh meri kursi hai. Itna kaafi hai aaj.” Woh palang se utri, bathroom mein chehra dhoya, hoth saaf kiye, maang mein thoda naya sindoor bhara, aur off-white saree wapas pehni, pleats jitni jaldi saj sakein, pallu seene par, blouse ke hooks, mangalsutra waise hi gale mein. Sheeshe mein jo aurat thi, uski aankhein thaki thi, honth thode sooje, lekin pallu theek tha, rani jaisi ban-than thi, jaise koi party office se kaagaz le kar wapas jaa rahi ho.

*Papers meri file mein hain, aaj ki raat meri marzi se hui, aur teen din baad woh teen log meri mez par honge. Yeh soch kar jo josh aa raha hai, uske peeche Pushpa ji ki muskaan ka bhi wazan hai. Dono ko le kar chalna hoga.*

Wapas raste par aasman mein shaam ki laal-peeli lakir thi. Srivalli ke dono haath steering par the, pleats ab itni saaf nahi thi jaisi nikli thi, lekin pallu theek tha. *Aaj maine papers sign kiye, aaj maine unhe apni marzi se liya, aur ab main ghar jaa rahi hoon, jahan meri muskaan pativrata honi chahiye. Yeh jhoot ghar ke liye hai, apne dil ke liye nahi, kyunki dil jaanta hai main kahan thi, aur kyun thi.*

Haveli ke gate par suraksha ne salute kiya, aangan mein shaam ki naram roshni thi, aur verandah par Pushpa ji baithe the, beedi, copy band, jaise intezaar mein hon. Srivalli ne gaadi se utarte hi muskuraya, pallu theek kiya, aur unke paas jaa kar file si dikhne wali khushi unke saamne rakh di, bina file ke.

“Ho gaya, Pushpa ji,” usne kaha, awaaz halki, khush, ghar wali. “Papers nikal gaye. Mera naam chadh gaya. Party office bhej diya gaya hai. Aapki rani ab officially ticket ke kareeb hai.”

Pushpa ji uth khade hue, usko apni bhari bahon mein le liya, uski thaki kamar unke haath mein aa gayi, lekin unko us thakaan ka asli sabab nahi pata chala. “Meri rani, meri sherni, main jaanta tha tu nikaal legi. Aaj raat ghar mein meetha khayenge. Jolly ne madad ki na? Us ladke ko kal bulaunga, shukriya kahunga.”

Srivalli unke seene se chipki rahi, aankhein ek pal band, mangalsutra unki kurta ke against, aur uski awaaz unke kapde mein dab gayi. “Haan, unhone madad ki. Aap unko shukriya keh dena, lekin zyada mat poochhiyega, formalities dry thi. Main thak gayi hoon. Aap chai lijiye, main maa ji ke saath rasoi dekhti hoon, phir aapke bagal mein so jaaungi.”

Unhone uske maathe par kiss kiya. “So ja, rani. Kal se teri campaign ki soch karni hai. Main tere peeche khada hoon, jo fund chahiye, jo aadmi chahiye, bolna.”

Raat ko, palang par, jab unka haath phir uski kamar par aa gaya, Srivalli ne aankhein khuli rakhi, ceiling ki taraf, thodi der. Andar uske jism par do raaton ka nishan tha ab, farmhouse ka aur aaj ka, aur gale mein wahi mangalsutra. *Ticket meri file mein hai, Jolly mera saath hai apni keemat par, aur teen din baad woh circle meri mez par baithega. Main unke saamne bhi khudi ko soch kar dungi, ya pehle is kursi ko itna pakka karungi ki meri shart unse pehle pahunche? Yeh sawal meri neend mein rahega, aapki nahi, Pushpa ji.*

Usne unke haath ko apni kamar par rehne diya, aankhein band ki, aur honthon par wahi thaki, chhoti si muskaan thi jo unko nahi dikhi.