Shaam ke 7:30 baje darwaze par knock hua.
Rupa ne darwaza khola toh saamne Popatlal khada tha — haath mein society ka koi notice, chehra thoda nervous.
“Namaste Rupa ji… Bhide ji ne kaha tha yeh notice de aao. Society ke paani ke connection ka matter hai.”
Rupa ne notice liya aur muskura di.
“Andar aaiye Popatlal ji. Bahar khade-khade kya. Chai piyenge?”
Popatlal thoda jhijhakta hua andar aa gaya. Woh hamesha se thoda awkward rehta tha auraton ke saamne, khas kar jab koi sundar aurat akeli ho. Rupa ne usko sofa par bithaya aur kitchen se chai le aayi. Short kurti aur leggings mein thi woh. Kuch khas nahi, lekin akelapan mein uska body alag hi dikh raha tha.
Dono baithe-baithe baat karne lage. Pehle society ki baatein, phir Rajasthan, phir Mumbai ki life. Aaste-aaste baat personal hone lagi.
Popatlal ne halki awaaz mein kaha, “Aap akeli toh nahi feel karti itne bade ghar mein? Main toh bachelor hoon, meri aadat hai. Lekin aap…”
Rupa ne chai ka cup neeche rakhte hue dheere se jawab diya,
“Aadat nahi padi abhi tak. Raat ko neend nahi aati kabhi-kabhi. Sochti rehti hoon…”
Thodi der khamoshi phail gayi. Fan ki awaaz hi sunai de rahi thi.
Popatlal ki nazar baar-baar Rupa ke chehre aur gale par ja rahi thi. Rupa bhi uski nazar ko feel kar rahi thi, lekin nazar nahi hata rahi thi.
“Aapki shaadi abhi tak kyun nahi hui Popatlal ji?” Rupa ne achanak poocha.
Popatlal has diya, thoda sharmaate hue.
“Kismat hi kharab hai shayad. Achhi ladki milti nahi. Aur jo milti hai woh… mujhe dekh ke haath khade kar deti hai.”
Rupa halka sa hans padi.
“Aap bure nahi ho. Thoda slow ho bas.”
Usi hasi mein Rupa ka haath aage badha aur Popatlal ke haath ko halka sa chhoo gaya. Dono ek second ke liye ruk gaye.
Popatlal ne haath nahi hataya. Rupa ne bhi nahi hataya.
Uske baad baat aur dheemi pad gayi. Aankhen milne lagi.
Rupa uthi chai ke cups le jaane. Popatlal bhi utha. Kitchen ke door ke paas dono aamne-saamne aa gaye. Jagah kam thi.
Popatlal ne dheere se kaha, “Rupa ji… main chala jaaun kya? Bahut der ho gayi…”
Rupa ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue sir hilaya.
“Abhi mat jao.”
Itna kehna tha ki Popatlal ne himmat ki. Usne dheere se Rupa ka haath pakda. Rupa ne wapas haath nahi khincha. Phir Popatlal ne uska chehra apne dono haathon mein liya aur bahut aahista se lips laga diye.
Pehla kiss bilkul halka tha. Bas lips ka touch.
Phir doosra thoda gehra.
Teesre kiss mein Rupa ne bhi jawab diya. Usne Popatlal ki shirt pakad li.
Sofa par aate-aate dono ki saansein tez ho chuki thin.
Popatlal ab bhi poori tarah control mein tha. Usne Rupa ko apni godi mein bithaya lekin kapde nahi utaare. Bas uski kamar sahla raha tha, gale par dheere-dheere kisses le raha tha. Rupa ke body mein kampan ho rahi thi.
“Popatlal ji… yeh galat hai,” Rupa ne haanfate hue kaha, lekin uska haath Popatlal ki gardan se nahi hat raha tha.
“Main jaanta hoon… lekin ab ruk nahi paunga,” Popatlal ne jawab diya.
Usne Rupa ki kurti dheere se upar ki. Rupa ne haath upar kiye, madad ki. Uske baad bra ka hook khola. Jab uske soft breasts baahar aaye toh Popatlal kuch seconds tak bas dekhta raha. Phir dheere se muh lagaya. Pehle sirf lips, phir jeebh, phir halka suck.
Rupa ka sir peeche chala gaya.
“Ahhh… aahista…”
Poori ek ghante tak bas yahi chalta raha — touching, kissing, sahlaana, choosna. Kapde ek-ek karke utre. Jab Popatlal ne aakhir mein Rupa ko bed par litaya aur uski leggings aur panty utari, tab tak Rupa poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi.
Ab jab woh aakhir mein andar gaya, toh bilkul dheere gaya.
Rupa ne uski peeth pakad li aur aankhen band kar liin.
“Ummm… dheere… haan aise…”
Pehle kuch der sirf slow chalaya. Aankhen milate hue.
Phir Rupa ne khud apni taangein uske kamar se lipataya aur kaha,
“Ab thoda tez…”
Uske baad hi asal maza aaya.
Popatlal ne position change kiye.
Pehle uske upar rehke gehre dhakke maare.
Phir Rupa ko side se liya, ek taang upar utha ke.
Phir doggy mein karaaya — lekin pehle aahista, baad mein zor se jab Rupa khud “aur tezz” bolne lagi.
Kamre mein ab geeli awaazeink, thap-thap aur dono ke haanfne ki awaaz gunj rahi thi.
“Ahhh… ahhh… wahan… haan… mat rukna…”
Rupa pehle nikal i. Uske body mein zor ki kampan hui. Popatlal bhi zyada der control nahi kar paya. Usne aakhri kuch dhakke maare aur andar hi shuru ho gaya.
Baad mein dono chupchaap pade rahe.
Rupa ne aankhen kholi toh Popatlal usko hi dekh raha tha.
“Ab kya hoga?” usne dheere se poocha.
Popatlal ne uske baal hataate hue jawab diya,
“Ab jo bhi hoga… aaj ki raat toh main yahin rukoonga. Kal subah sochenge.”
Rupa ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas uske seene se lipat gayi.
Bahar society ke lights jal rahe the.
Andar ek lambi, bhari hui, aur thodi si gunahgaar si raat shuru ho chuki thi.
Popatlal ab rukne ke mood mein nahi tha.
Usne Rupa ko zor se apne se chipkaya aur gehre dhakke maarne laga. Har dhakka pe Rupa ke muh se awaaz nikal rahi thi — kabhi dabi hui, kabhi khuli hui.
“Ahhh… ahhh… Popatlal ji… dheere… nahi… aise hi… ummmphh…”
Rupa ki ungliyan uski peeth mein gadi hui thin. Woh apna muh Popatlal ke kandhe mein dabaaye hue thi, lekin awaaz phir bhi nikal jaati thi. Kamre mein sirf do hi cheezein sunai de rahi thin — unki haanfein aur jab unke body takraate the toh jo geeli, chipchipi awaaz aati thi.
Popatlal ne uske kaan ke paas muh laake kaha,
“Itni tight… itni garam… main paagal ho raha hoon Rupa…”
Rupa ne aankhen band kiye hue jawab diya,
“Chup… mat bol… bas karte jaa… ahhhh haan… wahan…”
Usne apni taangein aur khol diin taaki Popatlal aur gehra ja sake. Popatlal samajh gaya. Usne kamar ke neeche haath le jaake usko thoda upar uthaya aur ab har dhakka poori tarah andar tak jaane laga. Rupa ka body har baar hil jaata.
“Uhhh… uhhh… yes… aise… mat nikaal… andar hi rakh… ahhhh!”
Rupa ka control chhootne laga tha. Uske nakhun Popatlal ki peeth par khinchne lage. Woh apna sir left-right kar rahi thi. Kabhi uski awaaz bilkul band ho jaati, kabhi ek lamba moan nikal jaata.
Popatlal bhi ab apne aap mein nahi tha. Usne Rupa ke dono haath pakad ke uske sar ke upar daba diye aur aur tezz ho gaya. Bed ki creaking tezz ho chuki thi. Saath mein thap-thap ki awaaz bhi saaf sunai de rahi thi.
“Rupa… main… main rukk nahi…”
“Mat ruken a… andar… ahhhh andar hi… please…!”
Rupa pehle nikal i.
Uske poore body mein ek zor ki lahar daudi. Choot ne Popatlal ke lund ko itne zor se pakda ki uske muh se bhi ek gehra awaaz nikal gaya. Usne kuch aur gehre, kathor dhakke maare aur phir khud bhi shuru ho gaya. Garam, chipchipa maal Rupa ke andar umadne laga. Popatlal ne usko zor se dabaye rakha, bilkul hilne nahi diya jab tak aakhri boond nahi nikal gayi.
Dono ek dusre se chipke hue haanf rahe the.
Pasina unke body ko chipchipa bana chuka tha. Rupa ki taangein ab bhi halki-halki kamp rahi thin.
Thodi der tak koi nahi bola.
Sirf saansein chal rahi thin.
Phir Rupa ne aahista se aankhen kholi. Popatlal ab bhi uske andar hi tha. Usne dheere se poocha,
“Ab… nikaloge?”
Popatlal ne uske maathe ko kiss kiya aur bola,
“Abhi nahi. Thoda aur rehne do. …Aur thodi der baad main phir se shuru karunga.”
Rupa ne kuch nahi kaha.
Bas apni baahon mein usko aur kas liya.
Bahar raat gehri hoti ja rahi thi.
Andar ab bhi un dono ke beech garmi baaki thi.
Thodi der dono chupchaap pade rahe.
Popatlal ab bhi Rupa ke andar hi tha. Dheere-dheere uska lund phir se sakht hone laga. Rupa ne mehsoos kiya aur uski aankhen khul gayin.
“Phir se…?” usne haanfate hue poocha.
Popatlal ne jawab mein sirf uske gale par ek gehra suck maara. Phir usne dheere se harkat shuru ki. Pehle bilkul aahista, jaise andarle hisse ko mehsoos kar raha ho. Rupa ke muh se ek lambi, dabi hui awaaz nikal gayi.
“Ummmm… abhi bhi itna… sensitve hai…”
Popatlal ne uske kaan ke neeche muh rakhte hue kaha,
“Main jaanta hoon yeh galat hai… lekin ab rukna mushkil hai.”
Rupa ne uski peeth par haath pherte hue jawab diya,
“Chup karo… ab mat socho… bas karte raho…”
Uske baad Popatlal ne speed badha di.
Ab dhakke pehle se zyada gehre aur kathor the. Rupa ki awaaz bhi saath-saath tezz hone lagi. Woh apna muh Popatlal ke kandhe mein dabaaye hue thi, lekin phir bhi “ahhh… ahhh… uhhh” ki awaazeink nikal hi rahi thin.
Kamre mein wapas woh geeli, chipchipi awaaz goonjne lagi. Saath mein bed ki halki creaking bhi. Popatlal ne Rupa ke dono haath pakad ke uske sar ke upar daba liye aur aur zor se pelne laga. Har dhakke ke saath Rupa ka body hil raha tha.
“Popatlal ji… ahhhh… wahan… haan… bilkul wahan… mat chhodna…”
Rupa ki taangein ab uski kamar se lipat chuki thin. Woh khud bhi neeche se harkat kar rahi thi, jaise aur andar lena chahti ho. Popatlal paagal sa ho chuka tha. Usne uske lips ko apne muh mein le liya aur tezz-tezz chooste hue chodta raha.
Thodi der baad Rupa ka body phir se tight hone laga.
Usne Popatlal ko aur zor se pakad liya aur ek lamba, kaampi hui awaaz nikaali. Uski choot ne dobara Popatlal ke lund ko jakad liya. Yeh feel karke Popatlal ka bhi control jawaab de gaya. Usne kuch aur gehre dhakke maare aur doosri baar apna maal uske andar utaar diya.
Is baar woh dono bilkul thak ke gir gaye.
Popatlal ka sar Rupa ke seene par tha. Dono ki saansein ab bhi tezz chal rahi thin. Pasina unke body ko poori tarah chipchipa bana chuka tha.
Lambi khamoshi ke baad Rupa ne dheere se kaha,
“Ab… nikal jao. Bahut ho gaya.”
Popatlal ne aahista se khud ko bahar nikaala. Dono ke beech se garam, chipchipa sa lehsun nikalne laga. Rupa ne turant apni taangein band kar liin.
Popatlal uske bagal mein let gaya. Thodi der tak dono ceiling dekhte rahe.
Phir Popatlal ne halki awaaz mein poocha,
“Pachhtava ho raha hai?”
Rupa ne aankhen band kiye hue jawab diya,
“Abhi nahi… subah hoga shayad. Aaj nahi.”
Usne apna haath badha ke Popatlal ki ungliyan pakad liin.
“Ab so jao. Subah jaldi nikal jaana. Koi dekh na le.”
Popatlal ne kuch nahi kaha.
Bas uska haath thoda aur kas ke pakad liya.
Bahar subah abhi door thi.
Andar kamre mein do log the — ek bachelor jo kabhi itna paas nahi aaya tha, aur ek shaadi-shuda aurat jo aaj pehli baar itna door chali gayi thi.
Subah ke 5:15 ho rahe the.
Bahar abhi poori tarah andhera tha, bas halka sa light aane laga tha.
Rupa ki aankh khul gayi.
Popatlal uske bagal mein so raha tha, ek haath ab bhi uski kamar par tha. Dono ke body ab bhi thode chipchip e the raat wale pasine se. Rupa ne dheere se uska haath hataya aur utak baithi.
Uske andar ek ajeeb sa khali pan tha.
Pachhtava abhi poori tarah nahi aaya tha, lekin ek bhaari si feeling zaroor thi. Usne apni nighty uthayi jo raat ko farsh par padi thi, pehan li aur bathroom chali gayi.
Jab woh wapas aayi toh Popatlal bhi jag chuka tha.
Woh bed par baitha tha, apni shirt pehen raha tha. Dono ki nazar mili toh ek second ke liye koi nahi bola.
Popatlal ne dheere se kaha, “Main nikal jaaun?”
Rupa ne sir hilaya.
“Haan. Abhi koi nahi hota compound mein. Seedha nikal jaana.”
Popatlal ne pant pehni, shirt ke button band kiye.
Jab woh darwaze ki taraf badha toh Rupa ne uska naam lekar rok liya.
“Popatlal ji…”
Woh ruk gaya. Peech e mudkar dekha.
Rupa ne aankhen neeche kiye hue kaha,
“Yeh… dobara nahi hona chahiye.”
Popatlal kuch der chup raha. Phir bola,
“Main jaanta hoon. Galat tha. Lekin…”
“Lekin mat bolna,” Rupa ne beech mein kaat diya. “Jo ho gaya so ho gaya. Ab bhool jao. Main bhi bhoolne ki koshish karungi.”
Popatlal ne aakhir mein sir hilaya.
Usne darwaza khola, bahar jhaank kar dekha, phir dheere se nikal gaya. Corridor mein uske kadmon ki awaaz bhi bilkul halki thi, jaise woh khud nahi chahta tha koi sun le.
Rupa ne darwaza band kiya aur uske peeche thodi der khadi rahi.
Phir woh bed par aake baith gayi. Sheet ab bhi uljhi hui thi. Pillow par ab bhi raat ki khushboo baaki thi.
Usne aankhen band kar liin.
Bahar subah hone wali thi.
Andar ek aurat baithi thi jo ab apne aap se thodi si door chali gayi thi.
Aur yeh raat, chaahe jitna bhoolne ki koshish karti, itni aasani se jaane wali nahi thi.
