Jisne Muh Nahi Phera, Usne Haath Bhi Nahi Badhaya

Mera naam Kabir Joshi hai. Age twenty-eight. Vadodara ke ek CA firm mein kaam karta hoon. Shareer average hai, rang gehunua, height lagbhag six feet. Log kehte hain chehra saaf hai, baatein shaant. Maine kabhi kisi ladki ko sirf naapne ke liye nahi chaha. Shayad isi wajah se aaj tak gharwalon ki shaadi wali file adhoori padi hai.

Meenal Rathod se mulaqat third floor ke pantry mein hui. Woh admin desk pe thi. Pachchis saal. Height paanch foot ek inch ke aas-paas. Rang gehra saanwla — kaali nahi, lekin Saurashtra ki dhoop mein paki hui woh gehunui-kaali, jo paseene mein aur gehre lagti thi. Shareer bhari-bharpur. Chhati bhari hui, kamar moti, jaanghein gol aur solid, nitamb chaure. Chehra gol, honth maansal, aankhein badi magar thaki hui si. Baal ghane kaale, aksar joode mein bandhe rehte.

Office mein usko peeth peeche “moti wali” ya “kaali didi” kehke bulate. Canteen mein jab woh tray leke aati, kuch ladke muh pher lete, kuch hans dete. Meenal sab sunti thi. Chehre pe hansi rehti, aankhon mein nahi.

Maine pehli baar usko akeli chai peete dekha. Chair kheechte hue poocha, “Yeh jagah khaali hai?”

Woh chauki. Phir dheere se boli, “Haan… baith jao.”

Us din sirf mausam aur files ki baat hui. Agle hafte lift mein mulaqat. Phir lunch break mein. Dheere-dheere baat badhi. Pata chala woh Bhavnagar ke paas ek chhote gaon se aayi hai. Papa doodh ka chhota-mota dhandha karte hain, mummy ghar sambhalti hain. Do chhote bhai hain. Gharwale kehte rahe — “Shaadi ho jayegi, rang-roop ki baat mat kar.” Lekin rishte aaye aur toot gaye. Ek ladke ne saaf keh diya tha — “Jism dekhke dar lagta hai, rang aur bhi…”

Meenal ne yeh baat mujhse chauthi mulaqat mein kahi. Awaaz stable thi, aankhein nahi.

“Kabir bhai, main jaanti hoon main sundar nahi. Log mujhe dekhke muh pher lete hain. Aap kyun ruke ho baat karne?”

Maine kaha, “Kyunki tum insaan ki tarah baat karti ho. Baaki sab chehra naapte hain.”

Uske honthon pe pehli baar asli muskaan aayi. Chhoti si, lekin asli.

Teen mahine mein hum dost kehlaane lage. Office ke baad kabhi City Light ke paas chhoti si Gujarati thele pe fafda aur chai peete. Maine kabhi uske shareer pe comment nahi kiya. Na mazaak, na aisi taareef jo jhoothi lage. Bas suna.

Ek shaam achanak baarish ho gayi. Hum dono auto ke intezaar mein phans gaye. Meenal ka cotton ka kurta bheegkar shareer se chipak gaya. Bhari chhati ka shape saaf uth aaya, kamar ki tahen dikhne lagi, jaanghon ki golai kapde ke neeche ubhar aayi. Woh sharm se dupatta baar-baar kheench rahi thi.

Maine jaan-boojhkar na dekhne ki koshish ki. Ek baar aankh chali gayi to dimaag ne sab register kar liya.

Us raat neend nahi aayi. Bheega kapda, uski dheemi awaaz — “Maaf karna, main moti hoon… kapde chipak jaate hain” — baar-baar kaan mein ghoomti rahi.

Subah message aaya.

“Kal baarish mein aapko takleef to nahi hui?”

Maine likha, “Takleef nahi. Tumhe thand lagi hogi.”

Jawab der se aaya.

“Aap hamesha aise hi bolte ho. Koi aur hota to hasta.”

Maine sirf itna likha, “Main nahi hasta.”

Dosti aur gehli ho gayi. Humne ek-doosre ke ghar ki baatein ki. Usne bataya ki woh kunwari hai. Kabhi kisi ne sache man se uska haath tak nahi pakda. College mein ek baar ek ladke ne zabardasti choomne ki koshish ki thi. Uske baad usne sabse doori rakhi.

Maine kaha, “Zabardasti aur chahat mein farq hota hai.”

Woh chup rahi. Bahut der tak chup rahi.

Ek Saturday ko office ka chhota sa day-out tha — Sabarmati ke us paar ek resort mein. Raat ko kuch log peene lage. Meenal nahi peeti. Main bhi do peg pe ruk gaya. Bheed mein woh ek kone mein baithi thi. Main jaake paas baith gaya. Haath nahi chhua. Bas paas baith gaya.

“Akeli kyun?”

“Bheed mein aur akeli lagti hoon.”

Wapsi ke auto mein chuppi chhaayi rahi. Achanak usne poocha, “Kabir… kya main bahut baddi lagti hoon?”

Maine auto rukwaya. Utar ke uski taraf dekha.

“Meenal, tumhara rang tumhara hai. Shareer tumhara hai. Jo sirf gora aur patla dekhte hain, woh bhookhe hain. Tum akeli ho. Farq hai.”

Uski aankhein bhar aayin. Usne mera haath pakad liya. Pehli baar. Mota, garam haath. Hatheli paseene se geeli thi.

“Dhanyavaad…” bas itna kaha.

Us raat ke baad kuch badal gaya. Messages lambe hone lage. Raat ke barah baje woh poochti — “So gaye?” Main jaga rehta. Baatein hoti — ghar ka pressure, shareer se nafrat, woh rishte jo rang dekhke toot jaate.

Ek raat usne likha, “Kabhi-kabhi sochti hoon koi mujhe chhoo le to kaisa lage. Phir dar lagta hai ki woh mujhe dekhke muh pher lega.”

Maine der tak socha. Phir likha, “Agar koi saccha ho to nahi pherega.”

Jawab aaya, “Aap ho kya?”

Maine phone kiya. Uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi.

“Meenal, main tumhari baaton se juda hoon. Lekin haan… maine tumhe dekha hai. Tum moti ho, saanwli ho. Aur mujhe woh ajeeb nahi lagta.”

Line ke us paar saansein tez ho gayin.

“Kabir… main darti hoon.”

“Darna theek hai. Kuch karne ki zaroorat nahi.”

Woh royi. Phir halki-si hansi aayi. Phir boli, “Agle mahine meri saalgirah hai. Main kahin jaana chahti hoon. Akeli nahi ja sakti.”

Main samajh gaya.

Humne Saputara jaane ka plan banaya. Do din, ek raat. Office ko client meeting bata di. Usne PG wali ko kaha ki saheli ke ghar ja rahi hai.

Train mein hum saath baithe. Meenal gehre hare rang ki saree mein thi, border sunaahra. Saree uske mote shareer pe kas kar bandhi thi. Pallu baar-baar khisakta, woh sambhalti, main nazar hata leta.

Saputara pahunche to shaam dhal chuki thi. Hotel chhota tha, pahaad ki taraf room, ek hi double bed. Dono jaante the. Dono chup the.

Samaan rakha. Meenal balcony mein khadi ho gayi. Hawa thandi thi. Main chai leke gaya.

Woh bina mude boli, “Aaj raat… kya hoga?”

Maine sachchai kahi, “Jo tum chahogi. Kuch nahi bhi ho sakta.”

Usne cup neeche rakha. Meri taraf mudi. Aankhon mein dar tha, aur uske peeche bhookh bhi thi.

“Mujhe chhoo. Bas… itna.”

Awaaz bahut dheemi thi.

Main paas gaya. Uske gaal pe haath rakha. Twacha garam thi, thodi khurdari — saanwli twacha jaisi. Usne aankhein band kar liin. Maine maathe pe chumban kiya. Phir gaal pe. Phir honthon ke kone pe.

Meenal kaanpi.

Pehla kiss dheema tha. Uske mote honth mulayam the, thode sookhe. Maine neeche wala honth dheere se choosa. Usne saans rok li. Phir bahut halka sa jawab diya. Jeebh nahi di. Sirf honth diye.

Jab maine uski kamar pe haath rakha — moti, mulayam kamar — to uski saans toot gayi.

“Aah…” pehli awaaz nikli. Bahut halki.

Maine aur paas kheencha. Uski bhari chhati mere seene se dab gayi. Saree ki paratein beech mein thin, phir bhi garmi aa rahi thi. Uske haath mere kandhon pe anishchit se tike the.

Kiss thoda gehra hua. Ab jeebh mili. Jhijhakti hui andar aayi. Maine uske neeche wale honth ko daanton se halka kaata. Woh “mmm…” kar uthi.

Mera haath uski peeth pe sarka. Saree ki gaanth tak gaya, lekin kholi nahi. Sirf reedh ke dono taraf ka mulayam maans sehlaya.

Woh muh alag karke saans lene lagi.

“Kabir… main nangi nahi ho sakti abhi. Sharm aayegi bahut.”

“To mat ho. Jitna theek lage, utna hi.”

Maine usko bistar pe baithaya. Paas baithke uske pair sehlane laga. Pair bhi mote the. Ek pair utha ke talwe pe chumban kiya. Woh sikud gayi.

“Ui… gudgudi…”

Main hansa. Pindli sehlayi. Ghutne ke upar saree khiski. Moti jaangh dikhi — gehli saanwli, maheen baalon ki ek halki rekha. Maine andaruni hisse pe haath phera. Uski saans atak gayi.

“Kabir… wahan…”

“Bolo to ruk jaaun.”

Woh chup rahi.

Mera haath aur upar gaya. Pet ki tah tak. Saree aur blouse ke beech ki garam twacha. Nabhi ke aas-paasgola banaya. Meenal ki kamar ainth gayi.

“Aahh… dheere…”

Main uske saamne ghutnon ke bal baith gaya. Pallu hataya. Blouse ke button dikhe. Aankhon se poocha. Usne bahut halka sa sar hilaya.

Pehle button pe uski ungli kaanpi. Maine khola. Doosra. Teesra. Andar safed bra thi. Cup bada tha, chhati poori tarah samaayi nahi thi. Upar se maans nikal raha tha. Gehri saanwli twacha safed patti ke contrast mein aur gehli lag rahi thi.

Maine blouse ke sire peeche sarkaaye. Meenal ne aankhein band kar liin, honth kaat liye.

Bra ke upar haath rakha. Bhaari tha. Ek haath mein poora nahi samata tha. Dheere dabaya. Uski peeth jhuk gayi.

“Umm…”

Dono haathon se sehlaya. Upar se neeche, kinare se andar. Nipple bra ke andar kade ho chuke the. Angootha se gola banaya. Uska muh khul gaya. Shabd nahi nikle, sirf saans nikli.

Maine peeche se hook kholi. Ek haath se. Bra aage khiski. Chhati azaad hui.

Bade the. Bhaari the. Nipple gehre bhoore-kaale, aas-paas ka ghera chauda. Thodi-si dhalan wazan ki wajah se. Maine ek nipple ke kareeb muh le jaake pehle sirf saans phoanki. Phir jeebh lagayi.

Meenal ki kamar uchhli.

“Aahh Kabir… uiii…”

Dheere choosa. Phir thoda zor se. Daanton se halka kaata. Doosra bhi waisa hi kiya. Uske haath mere baalon mein the. Kabhi kheenchti, kabhi dabati.

“Ohh… aise… aahh dheere… ummm…”

Maine ek stan ko muh mein jitna aa sake liya. Baaki haath se masalta raha. Uski awaaz sharm se nikal kar bhookh mein badal rahi thi.

Usko bistar pe litaya. Saree abhi kamar se neeche thi. Petticoat ki rassi kholi. Saree aur petticoat saath khiske. Neeche safed panty thi, jaanghon mein dhasii hui, beech se thodi geeli.

Panty ke upar haath rakha. Garmi aur nami dono mehsoos hui. Meenal ne jaanghein bheench liin.

“Kabir… main kabhi… kisi ne…”

“Jaanta hoon. Kahogi to ruk jaunga.”

Usne jaanghein dheere se kholi. Maine panty ka kinara thoda khiskaya. Ghane kaale baal, beech mein gehli darar, honth mote aur pehle se chamak rahe the. Ek ungli se upar se neeche halki rekha kheenchhi. Poori kamar tan gayi.

“Eeee… aahh wahan… sensitive bahut…”

Clit ke upar, kapde ke upar gola banaya. Phir kinara aur khiskaya. Woh tadapne lagi. Jaanghein kaanp rahi thin.

“Uiiii Kabir mat… main pagal… aahh ohh…”

Itne mein uska haath mere haath pe aa gaya. Pakad liya. Hataya nahi, bas roka.

Aankhein khuli. Unmein dar tha, sharm thi, aur kuch aisa jo abhi naam nahi le rahi thi.

“Ruko…” awaaz phati hui thi. “Aur neeche mat jao abhi… main sambhal nahi paungi. Aur tumhara…”

Uski nazar mere pant pe gayi. Kadak lund saaf uth raha tha. Usne hichkichaate hue haath badhaya, phir rok liya.

Kamre mein pahaad ki thandi hawa aa rahi thi. Saree bistar pe giri padi thi. Uski saanwli chhati uth-gir rahi thi. Panty abhi poori nahi utri thi. Mere haath uski jaangh ke andar tak the.

Meenal ne fusfusahat mein kaha, “Kabir… agar tumne aaj aur aage badhaya to main mana nahi kar paungi. Aur main darti hoon ki subah pachtaungi… ya nahi pachtaungi — yeh aur zyada darata hai.”

Main uske maathe se lipat raha. Lund dard kar raha tha, lekin haath nahi badhaya.

“To aaj yahin rukte hain?”

Woh chup rahi. Bahut der tak. Phir uske honth mere gale se lage. Kiss nahi tha, bas saans thi.

“Nahi jaanti… thodi der aur aise hi raho. Haath hatao mat… lekin aur andar mat le jao. Bas itna… raat abhi khatam nahi honi chahiye na?”

Khidki ke bahar Saputara ke jungle mein koi panchhi bola. Chadar pe uska paseena aur mera paseena mil raha tha. Panty ke neeche uski garmi meri hatheli mein dhadak rahi thi.

Maine kuch nahi kaha.

Uski ungli dheere-dheere mere pant ki zip tak pahunchi. Chhua. Phir ruk gayi.

“Kabir…”

Awaaz ab aur bhi dheemi ho gayi thi.

“Agar maine aaj raat kaha ‘haan’… to tum rukoge na beech mein? Dard hua to?”

Jawab dene se pehle hawa ne parda uda diya. Kamre mein andhera aur roshni ek saath the.

Uska haath zip pe hi thahra hua tha.

Mera haath uski garmi pe.

Dono ne aage nahi badhaya.

Dono ne hataya bhi nahi.

Pehli raat abhi shuru bhi nahi hui thi.

Sirf darwaza adhoora khula tha.