[Joker44]

Rudra uska haath pakad kar andar, bade se bedroom le gaye, Jolly peeche aaya, darwaza band kiya. Palang chaudi thi, safed chadar, peeli dim light, khidki par parda. Srivalli palang ke paas ruki, vermilion saree ab pairon ke paas padi, aur dono usko oonche se neeche tak dekhte rahe, koi sasti taarif nahi, sirf ek lamba saans, jaise maal unki pasand ka nikla ho, lekin aaj unka intezaar uski haan par tha.

Rudra usko palang par le gaye, pehle khud upar se aaye, Jolly uske sirhane, uske baal pherte, uske honth chhute, uske boobs ek haath se sambhalte. “Pehle main, rani, jaise pehli raat, tera chehra dekhte hue,” Rudra ne kaha, lund uski geeli chut ke muh par ragate hue, dheere. “Bol, lu? Main tab tak intezaar karunga jab tak tu haan na kare.”

“Haan, lijiye, dheere,” usne kaha, pair kholte hue, Jolly ka haath apni chhati par pakadte hue. “Main ghabra rahi hoon, yeh main chhupa nahi rahi, lekin main chahti hoon. Dono ko, aaj, meri marzi se.” Unhone top tikaya, ek inch andar kiya, ruk kar uska chehra dekha, maathe par paseena, bindi, nam aankhein, phir ek aur inch, phir aur, aur jab poora andar gaya to Srivalli ke muh se ek gehri siski nikal gayi, “Aaaahhh, haan, poora…” Jolly ne uske honth chhue, uske nipple chuse, uski awaaz ko muh mein liya, aur usne unke baal mein ungliyan daal di. Rudra ke dhakke gehre the, control wale, uski aankhon par, kabhi ruk kar uske boobs dabate, kabhi Jolly se kehte, “Tere muh mein uski siski rakh, beta, main dekh raha hoon tu kaise le rahi hai, rani.”

“Haan, ahhh, hat nahi rahi, mat rukiye,” usne kaha, ek haath Rudra ki peeth par, ek Jolly ke baal par. Har dhakke par mangalsutra unki chhati se ragda, payal tinkti, aur uski chut kal raat ke baad bhi unke size se kheenchi jaati thi, dard aur geelaapan ek saath. *Do nazar mujhe dekh rahi hain, aur main chhupa nahi rahi. Yeh sharm meri hai, yeh josh bhi meri hai, aur yeh kursi bhi meri hogi.* Jab Rudra ne nikal kar usko palatne ko kaha, usne poocha, pehle, saaf, “Aap dono ek saath chaahte hain, yeh main jaanti hoon. Main manzoor karti hoon, lekin dheere, pehle ek-ek karke jagah banao, aur meri awaaz par ruko. Dard zyada ho to main kahungi, aur aap rukoge. Yeh meri haan hai, meri majboori nahi.”

“Haan,” Rudra ne kaha, uski thuddi uthate hue. “Teri awaaz par. Jolly, tu saamne, main peeche, dheere. Rani, tu bolti reh.”

Srivalli ghutnon aur hatheliyon par aa gayi, Jolly uske saamne palang ke kinare, aur usne khud unka lund muh mein liya, “Mmm, mmmphhh,” aankhein uthayi, unhe dekhti hui, jab Rudra peeche se, dheere, uski geeli chut mein phir se andar aaye. Phir unhone ruk kar, uski gaand par dheere haath phera, aur poocha, “Yahan bhi, rani? Bol, tab loonga. Nahi to yahi rahoonga.”

Usne muh chhoda, saans li, ek pal socha, andar ghabrahat thi, kal raat ke teeno ke baad bhi ek naya dar tha, lekin usne unki ran apni taraf kheench li. “Haan, dheere, bahut dheere, aur agar main kahu ruko, to rukna. Main de rahi hoon, aap dono ko, apni marzi se.” Rudra ne dheere, inch-inch, peeche se jagah banayi, har inch par uski siski suni, “Aaaahhh, dheere, haan, rukiye… bas, ab aage, ahhh,” aur jab dono andar the, ek saamne uske muh mein, ek peeche, Srivalli ki aankhein nam ho aayi, lekin usne Jolly ki kamar pakad kar unhe rakha, hataya nahi. “Haan, aise, mat nikaaliye, dheere chaliye. Main sambhal rahi hoon.”

Dono ne uski awaaz par dhakke milaye, dheere, phir thode tez, uski siskiyan, choodiyan, palang ki karak, aur beech-beech mein Rudra ke lafz, “Dekh tujhe, meri rani, do haath, ek kursi, aur tu le rahi hai.” Jolly uske baal se haath pherte, “Bhabhi, bol, theek hai?” aur usne muh se lund hata kar kaha, “Theek hai, ahhh, theek hai, mat ruko, main hoon yahin.” Uske muh se ek aur siski nikal gayi, aankhon se ek aansu chhala, lekin usne Jolly ko apni taraf kheench liya, hataya nahi. Jolly ne uska aansu anguthe se ponchha, uske honthon par hoth rakhe, aur dheere poocha, “Bol, ruku? Main nahi rukunga, tu bole to ruk jaaunga.”

“Rukna nahi,” usne kaha, awaaz bheegi, lekin saaf. “Thoda dheere, bas. Main de rahi hoon, main chahti hoon, aur main yahin hoon. Aap dono meri awaaz par chaliye, mujhe chhod kar nahi.” Jab dard tez hua, usne ek baar kaha, “Thoda dheere,” aur dono ruk kar, dheeme ho gaye, phir uski haan par aage badhe. Har milte dhakke par uski chut aur peeche dono jagah bhari thi, geeli, garam, aur uski saans tut-tut kar ek taal mein aa rahi thi. *Do haath, ek jism, ek kursi, aur yeh keemat main khud chun rahi hoon. Yeh dard meri majboori nahi, meri ijazat hai.* *Main de rahi hoon, dono ko, aur yeh soch kar sharm bhi hai, maza bhi, aur kursi sabse upar. Pushpa ji, aap haveli mein meetha kha rahe honge, yeh raat meri file ki aakhri mohar hai.*

Jab woh kaanpane lagi, usne unhe andar maanga, pehle Jolly ko muh mein, phir ruk kar kaha, “Andar, dono, haan,” aur Jolly ne uske honthon par, Rudra ne peeche, andar, apna maal chhod diya, uski lambi siski un dono ke beech atak si gayi. Woh palang par gir si gayi, pet ke bal, mangalsutra uski garam chamri par, saans toot-toot kar, aur dono uske bagal mein aa gaye, haath uski peeth par, uski saans dekhte hue.

Paani ke baad woh palang ke beech leti rahi, dono taraf do jism, uske boobs par Jolly ka haath, uski ran par Rudra ka. Unhone paani pilaya, uske maathe se pasina ponchha, aur thodi der sirf saans chalti rahi. “Thak gayi, rani, ya ek baar aur degi, ab dheeme?” Rudra ne poocha, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue. “Bol sacchi baat. Nahi degi to hum yahin ruk jaayenge, tu ghar ja, ticket teri hai hi.”

Srivalli ne dono ko dekha, thakan saaf thi, lekin usne pair nahi band kiye. “Dungi, dheeme, ek-ek karke. Aaj raat adhoori nahi jaayegi, yeh main khud keh rahi hoon. Pehle Jolly, phir aap, meri aankhon mein dekhte hue.”

Jolly uske upar aaya, dheere andar liya, uski siski suni, “Mmm, ahhh, aise,” aur unke dhakke uski taal par rahe, uske honth uski gardan par, uske lafz kaan mein, “Bhabhi, tu meri rani hai aaj, meri bhabhi kal, aur main tera hisaab rakh raha hoon.” Jab woh kaanpi, unhone nikal kar jagah di, aur Rudra aaye, uski raanen apne kandhon par rakh kar, dheeme, gehre, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue, jab tak dono ek ke baad ek nahi nikle. Yeh dhakke tez nahi the. Gehre the, lambe, jaise raat ke aakhri hisse ko kheench rahe hon. Jab sab shaant hua, kothi ke kamre mein sirf unki saans thi, whiskey ki bachi hui khushboo thi, aur uske gale mein mangalsutra ki thandi ladi thi.

Rudra ne kurta nahi pehna, palang ke kinare baith kar uski peeth par haath phera. “Ticket teri hai, aaj raat bhi teri mohar hai. Ab sun, rani, agla kadam. Campaign shuru kar, Pushpa ke fund se, mere events se, Venkat ke industries wale manchon se. Jeet ke baad cabinet ki baat aayegi, lekin uske liye tu aur dikhegi, party aur maangegi. Ek aur baat, bandargaah par nazar rakh. Shekhar Goud sirf ticket nahi maang raha, woh Pushpa ke kaam ko kaatna chahta hai. Agar goli chali, to tu ghabraana mat, tu meri taraf dekhna, Naidu ki taraf dekhna. Kursi usi ki rehti hai jo jung mein bhi rani bani rahe.”

Srivalli uth kar chadar seene tak uthayi, mangalsutra bahar, awaaz thaki lekin saaf. “Shekhar Goud ki baat main sun rahi hoon. Campaign main shuru karungi, Pushpa ji ke saath, aapke cover ke saath. Cabinet ki baat jeet ke baad hogi, aaj nahi, yeh meri baat hai. Aur aaj raat ki baat is kothi ke andar rahegi. Pushpa ji ko aashirwad ki khushi dikhegi, yeh chehra nahi.”

“Aur nahi, aaj nahi,” Jolly ne halka sa kaha, uske baal theek karte hue, “aaj tu le gayi, bhabhi. Main teri backbone, malik nahi, yeh baat aaj bhi hai. Ghar ja, meetha kha, kal posters nikalenge.”

Usne bathroom mein chehra dhoya, sindoor bhara, vermilion Banarasi wapas pehni, pallu kas kar, aur sheeshe mein ek thaki, sajti hui rani dekhi, jiske andar do haathon ki raat thi, aur bahar aashirwad ki soorat thi. *Do haath, ek kursi, aur main le kar jaa rahi hoon. Shekhar Goud jo bhi kare, main peeche nahi hatungi, aur Pushpa ji ko yeh raat nahi dikhegi.*

Wapas raste par vermilion pallu uske kandhe par thoda sa khisaka, usne kas liya, aur dashboard ki roshni mein apni thaki aankhein dekhi. *Aaj dono ke beech thi main, aaj maine haan kahi, aaj meri body ne jawab diya, aur ticket ab kaagaz par hai. Shekhar Goud ka naam meri yaad mein baith gaya hai, jaise koi aane wali goli ka pehla shabd. Ab ghar jaana hai, meetha khana hai, muskurana hai, kyunki rani wahi hai jo dono chehre sambhal sake.*

Haveli mein meetha rakha tha, maa ji jaag rahi thi, Pushpa ji verandah par intezaar mein the. Srivalli ne muskurakar kaha, “Aashirwad mil gaya, Pushpa ji. Rudra uncle khush hain, Jolly posters ki baat kar raha hai, kal se kaam shuru. Main thak gayi hoon, lekin khush hoon.”

Unhone usko baahon mein liya, uski vermilion zari unki shirt se lagi, aur unki awaaz uske baalon mein giri. “Meri rani, meri queen. So ja. Kal se teri duniya badi hone wali hai.”

Palang par unka haath uski kamar par aaya. Srivalli ne aankhein ek pal khuli rakhi. *Duniya badi hogi, aur us duniya mein goli bhi ho sakti hai, yeh unhone kaha. Kal posters, parson jaan, aur meri kursi ab sirf dinner ki nahi, jung ki bhi hone wali hai.*