[Joker44]

Drawing room ki peeli light un par giri, bada sofa, whiskey, aur khidki ke peeche andhe ped. Srivalli unke beech khadi rahi, aur Gopal pehle kareeb aaye, unki umr ki bhaari saans, unki chain uski zari ke kareeb chamki. “Rani, pallu dheela kar. Hum dekhna chahte hain tu kya le kar aayi hai. Bol, main chhuun?”

“Haan,” usne kaha, unki aankhon mein dekhte hue. “Chhuiye, lekin jaldi nahi. Aaj raat main aapki hoon, jab tak main haan kehti rahungi.” Usne khud pallu seene se khisakaya, U-cut khul gaya, mangalsutra ki ladiyan gold haar ke neeche, aur sandalwood attar ki khushboo garam hawa mein nikal aayi. Venkat peeche se aaye, uske bun ke kinare gajra ko chhoo kar, lekin baal nahi kheenche. Prakash ek kadam door khade rahe, dekhte hue, jaise pehli file kholne se pehle naap rahe hon.

Gopal ke haath uski kamar par aaye, kapde ke upar se, phir peeth ke hooks par. “Teen hooks, rani, jaise teen dastkhat. Bol, kholun?”

“Haan, kholiye,” usne kaha, saans thodi tez. Unhone pehla hook khola, phir doosra, phir teesra, dheere, aur blouse aage se dheela hua. Venkat ne aage se blouse kheench kar utar diya. Uske boobs bahar aaye, bhaari, garam, nipples tight, mangalsutra aur gold haar unke beech. Emerald saree ki zari uski ranon par ab bhi thi, jab tak Prakash ne, uski nazar maang kar, naada nahi kheenchi. “Naidu ji, aap bhi aaiye,” Srivalli ne khud kaha, unki taraf dekhte hue. “Aaj raat aap bhi is hisaab ke hain. Main aapko bula rahi hoon.”

Usne haan mein sir hilaaya, naada kholi, petticoat gir gaya, aur saree ke ghere marble par emerald ka ek gehra dher ban kar gir gaye. Srivalli un teeno ke saamne khadi thi, nangi, sirf mangalsutra, haar, jhumke, choodiyan, payal, sindoor. Sharm se uski chamri garam thi, lekin usne haath seene par nahi liye. *Yeh jism ab unke saamne hai, aur main ise chhupa nahi rahi, kyunki main khud iske saath khelne aayi hoon. Sharm aa rahi hai, lekin is sharm ke neeche jo kursi hai, usko main aaj chhod kar nahi jaaungi.*

“Pehle sofa par aa, rani,” Gopal ne kaha, apni kurta ke buttons kholte hue. “Purane aadmi ko pehle dekhne de, phir minister, phir commissioner. Tu bolti rahiye, dard ho to keh dena.”

Srivalli sofa par leti, pair dheere khole, aur Gopal unke beech aaye. Unka lund mota tha, umr ke hisaab se bhaari, aur unhone uski geeli chut par raga, dheere, phir poocha, “Andar lu, rani? Tu haan kar, tab loonga.”

“Haan, Gopal ji, andar lijiye. Dheere, lekin lijiye. Main chahti hoon yeh raat aage badhe.” Unhone top tikaya, ek inch, ruk kar uska chehra dekha, phir aur, aur jab poora andar gaya to Srivalli ke muh se ek gehri siski nikal gayi, “Aaaahhh, haan…” Aankhein nam ho aayi, lekin usne unki peeth par haath rakh kar unhe apni taraf kheencha. Venkat uske sirhane baithe, uske boobs ek haath se sambhalte, kabhi nipple chhute, aur Prakash uske kareeb khade, uske baal se haath pherte, dekhte. Gopal ke dhakke lambe the, bhaari, malikana, lekin unhone uski awaaz suni, “Ahhh, aise, mat rukiye,” aur usi raftaar par rahe.

“Pushpa ki pativrata meri god mein hai, aur party ki ticket usi ki chut se nikal rahi hai,” Gopal ne saans ke beech kaha. “Bol, rani, kiski hai aaj raat tu?”

“Aaj raat party ki hoon, ahhh, aapki, teeno ki, haan, mat ruko,” usne kaha, aur yeh lafz uske muh se nikalte hue usko khud ek pal ke liye jala gaye, lekin usne wapas nahi liye. *Yeh lafz meri keemat hain, meri galti nahi, meri chuni hui keemat.* Jab Gopal ka saans bhaari hua, unhone poocha, “Andar, rani?” aur usne kaha, “Haan, andar dijiye,” aur woh garam maal uski chut mein chhod kar, nikal kar, uske bagal mein baith gaye, saans bhaari, haath uski ran par.

Srivalli ne aankhein band ki, phir kholi, aur ceiling ki peeli light dekhi, choodiyan kalai par, mangalsutra uski garam chamri par. Venkat ne uske honthon tak paani ka glass kiya. Usne do ghoont liye, awaaz thaki lekin seedhi. “Ek pal, sirf saans lene ke liye. Main jaa nahi rahi. Jo kaha tha, nibha rahi hoon.”

“Le le pal, rani,” Venkat ne kaha, uske baal se ek tinka hataate hue. “Hum koi jaldi ke saudagar nahi, jo hisaab chhod kar nikal jaayein. Tu jab haan kare, tab aage.”

Usne unhe dekha, phir Prakash ko, phir wapas Venkat ko, aur sir hilaaya. “Haan. Ab aaiye.”

Venkat unki jagah aaye, safari ka upper utara, aur uski aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha, “Ab meri baari, rani. Main Gopal ki tarah jaldi nahi hoon. Tu mujhe dekh, aur bol, lu?”

“Haan, Venkat ji, lijiye. Main taiyar hoon.” Unhone uski raanen apni kamar par rakhi, aur dheere, inch-inch, andar liya, uska chehra padhte hue. “Aaaahhh, dheere, haan, wahan…” Srivalli ke naakhun unki peeth par lage. Unke dhakke gehre the, control wale, kabhi ruk kar uske honth chhute, kabhi mangalsutra ko muh mein le kar. “Tu soch kar de rahi hai, yeh baat mujhe pasand hai,” unhone kaha. “Cabinet tak ka rasta bhi aisi rani se nikalta hai. Bolti reh.”

“Haan, ahhh, mat nikaaliye, main le rahi hoon,” usne kaha, unko apni taraf kheenchte hue. Prakash ne uska haath pakad liya, aur Srivalli ne khud unka lund apni hatheli mein le kar, phir muh ke kareeb laakar, unki aankhon mein dekhte hue chusna shuru kiya, “Mmm, mmmphhh,” jab Venkat andar tha. Yeh uska faisla tha, uski doosri keemat, aur unhone uske baal pakad kar guide kiya, dhakka nahi diya. *Dekhiye, main de rahi hoon, main nibha rahi hoon, aur main yahi se apni kursi le kar jaaungi.*

Venkat tez hue, uski siski mundhe ke neeche dabti, phir khuli, “Aaaahhh, haan, andar,” aur unhone bhi andar chhod diya, uski chut ko doosri baar bharte hue. Srivalli ne Prakash ka lund honthon se chhoda, saans li, aur unki taraf dekha. “Ab aap, Naidu ji. Aap door mat khadiye. Main aapko bula rahi hoon, aap chheen nahi rahe.”

Prakash sofa ke kinare aaye, uske pair apni kamar par rakhe, aur dheere andar liye, itni dhire ki uski har siski unko sunai de. Unka andaaz saaf tha, jaise file, jaise hisaab, har inch par uska chehra. “Dard hai to kahiye,” unhone kaha.

“Dard hai, lekin mat rukiye,” usne kaha, unki gardan apni taraf kheenchte hue. “Haan, aise, ahhh, Naidu ji, wahan, haan.” Unke dhakke tez hue, uski payal tinkti rahi, choodiyan bajti rahi, aur jab woh kaanpane lagi, usne unhe aur andar maanga, “Mat nikaaliye, andar dijiye,” aur Prakash ne ek lambi saans ke saath andar chhod diya, maathe ko uski maang ke kareeb rakh kar, sindoor ki khushboo unki saans mein.

Srivalli sofa par leti rahi, saans tez, ranon ke beech teeno ka nishan, aankhein adhkhuli. Gopal ek taraf se uske boobs masaalte rahe, dheere, ab utna tez nahi, aur Venkat uske kaan ke kareeb kaha, “Agar tu de sakti hai, rani, to ek baar aur, meri taraf, khade-khade. Nahi de sakti to keh de, main nahi kheenchunga.”

Usne unki aankhon mein dekha, andar thakan thi, sharm thi, aur uske saath wahi aag bhi thi jo farmhouse ke baad se uske jism mein baithi thi. “De sakti hoon,” usne kaha. “Dheere, Venkat ji. Main aapko rok nahi rahi. Hath pakdiye, main khadi hoti hoon.”

Woh uth kar khidki ke kareeb khadi ho gayi, haath sheeshe par, emerald ki zari wale kapde pairon ke paas pade, aur Venkat peeche se aaye, uski kamar pakad kar, dheere andar liye, inch-inch, uske sheeshe wale chehre ko dekhte hue. “Aaaahhh, haan, aise,” uski siski sheeshe par dhundhlaahat chhod gayi. Unke dhakke gehre the, control wale, aur usne ek haath peeche unki kamar par rakh kar unhe apni taraf kheencha. “Mat rukiye. Main dekh rahi hoon khud ko, aur main hat nahi rahi.” Prakash uske kareeb aaye, uske honth chhue, uske boobs haath mein liye, aur Gopal sofa se dekhte rahe, saans bhaari, jaise purani committee ki jeet dekh rahe hon. Jab Venkat tez hue, Srivalli ki payal tinkti rahi, aur usne unko andar hi maanga, “Haan, andar, ahhh, dijiye,” phir ek lambi siski ke saath kaanpi, aur unhone bhi doosri baar, andar, apna hisaab chhod diya.

Thodi der teeno uske chaaron taraf rahe, haath uske jism par, uski thakan dekhte, uski nam aankhein dekhte. Jolly darwaze ke kinare khade the, glass haath mein, lekin andar nahi aaye, jab tak Srivalli ne unki taraf dekha nahi. Usne sirf itna kaha, awaaz thaki, lekin saaf, “Aaj nahi, Jolly. Aaj yeh unki raat thi. Aap host rahiye.” Unhone sir hilaaya, ek gehri muskaan ke saath, jaise haar nahi, hisaab maan liya ho.

Kamre ke bathroom mein Srivalli ne chehra dhoya, hoth saaf kiye, maang mein thoda naya sindoor bhara, aur emerald saree wapas pehni, hooks, pleats, pallu, jhumke, haar. Sheeshe mein aankhein laal thi, honth sooje, gardan par ek-do halki nishaniyan, lekin pallu theek tha, rani jaisi ban-than thi. Andar uske jism par teeno ki raat thi, ranon ke beech geela, kamar mein thakaan, aur gale mein wahi mangalsutra. *Main de chuki hoon, aur jo unhone kaha, kal nikalna chahiye. Agar kal paper nahi aaya, to yeh raat sirf ek keemat hogi, kursi nahi. Kal main dekhungi.*

Wapas drawing room mein Venkat, Gopal, aur Prakash kapde pehn chuke the, whiskey ke last ghoont par. Venkat ne usko dekha aur kaha, awaaz ab dinner wali, saaf. “Kal subah committee ka message tujhe Jolly ke through mil jaayega, rani. Ticket nikalegi, yeh meri baat thi, aur meri baat main rakhta hoon. Campaign mein mera haath rahega, industries ke events tujhe chahiye to milenge.”

Gopal ne gold chain theek karte hue kaha, “Mera phone kal pehle nikalega. Tu stage par khadi ho, main peeche se naam chalwaunga. Jab jeet jaaye, ek baar phir milna, rani, lekin woh baad ki baat hai. Aaj ka hisaab chuk gaya.”

Prakash ne sirf itna kaha, “Port ki duniya ab aapke naam ko pehchanegi. Jab file atkegi, aap meri taraf dekh lena. Aaj raat ki baat meri file mein nahi likhi jaayegi, lekin meri yaad mein rahegi. Ghar sahi se jaaiye.”

Srivalli ne teenon ko namaste kiya, pallu kas kar, aur awaaz mein thakan ke bawajood ek seedhi line rakh. “Main jaati hoon. Kal jo kaagaz aana chahiye, woh aana chahiye. Aaj raat ki baat is farmhouse ke andar rahegi, sheher ke saamne nahi, aur mere ghar ke saamne nahi. Itna hisaab mujhe chahiye.”

Jolly usko driveway tak chhodne aaye, darwaza khola, lekin haath nahi lagaya. “Tu le aayi, bhabhi. In teeno ki zabaan main jaanta hoon, kal paper aayega. Tu ghar ja, apne Pushpa ko dikha rani wapas aa gayi. Main baap ji ko itna hi kahunga ki dinner theek raha, rani ne apni keemat chukayi, kursi hil gayi.”

“Baap ji ko meri izzat ke lafz mein bataiyega, saste lafz mein nahi,” usne kaha, gaadi ke seat par baithte hue. “Aur Jolly, aaj aapne door reh kar ek sahi hisaab kiya. Woh bhi meri yaad mein hai.”

Raste par andhe ped the, dashboard ki roshni uski choodiyon par girti thi, aur pallu ke neeche mangalsutra uski saans ke saath uth-gir raha tha. Emerald saree ki pleats ab itni saaf nahi thi jaisi haveli se nikli thi, blouse ke hooks jaldi lage the, lekin pallu theek tha, sindoor dikhta tha, jhumke the. Jo dekhne wala hota, woh yahi kehta ki party ke seniors se mil kar rani wapas jaa rahi hai.

*Aaj main teeno ke saamne khuli, aaj maine haan kahi, aaj meri body ne jawab diya, aur yeh soch kar jo sharm aa rahi hai, uske saath jo josh hai, usko bhi main ab jhoot nahi bol sakti. Gopal ke lafz ab bhi kaan mein hain, Venkat ki zubaan, Prakash ki file. Kal paper aana chahiye. Uske baad campaign, uske baad kursi, aur Pushpa ji ko sirf khushi dikhni chahiye. Yeh jhoot ghar ke liye hai, apne dil ke liye nahi, kyunki dil jaanta hai main kahan thi, aur kyun thi. Rani wahi hai jo dono chehre sambhal sake.*

Haveli ke gate par guard ne late salute kiya. Aangan shaant tha, maa ji so chuki thi, Kaveri ka kamra ab bhi band tha, ek patli si light ke bina. Verandah par Pushpa ji baithe the, beedi ki aakhri kash par, jaise sach mein jaagte rahe hon. Srivalli ne gaadi se utarte hi pallu theek kiya, muskuraya, aur unke paas jaa kar unke kandhe par haath rakha.

“Ho gaya, Pushpa ji. Seniors se baat acchi rahi. Kal-parson papers ki confirmation aani chahiye. Aap jaagte rahe, yeh dekh kar accha laga, lekin ab aap so jaaiye, main bhi thak gayi hoon.”

Unhone usko dekh kar ek lamba saans liya, uski thaki aankhein, uski theek pallu, uski khushi, aur usko apni taraf kheench liya. “Meri rani, main jaanta tha tu sambhal legi. Tu meri sherni hai. Chalo, andar so jao. Kal se teri kursi ki subah hai.”

Palang par unka haath uski kamar par aaya, wahi garam, bhari, aur uske jism par aaj raat kisi aur ki yaad thi. Srivalli ne unke haath ko rehne diya, aankhein band ki, aur ceiling ke andhere mein ek baar un teeno ke lafz ghoome, Venkat ki zubaan, Gopal ka phone, Prakash ki file. *Kal paper aayega, yeh unki baat thi, aur meri keemat thi. Yeh sach meri chhati mein rahega, aapki neend mein nahi.*