Meri Ananya (23)… shaadi ke do saal mein uska sharir thoda bhar gaya hain, par woh bharapan hi mujhe sabse zyada khinchta hain. Pehle woh patli thi, par ab woh naram hain. Uske haath mere kandhe pe padte hain toh unmein ek garam comfort hain.
Uske seene ka bhar, shaadi ke baad woh aur bhara hua lagta hain. Blouse ke andar se woh ubhaar kabhi kabhi pallu sambhalte hue bhi bahar jhalak jaata hain. Uske pairon ki payal ki chhan-chhan aur kamar se saree ka pallu dhalkta dekh ke mujhe woh ghar ki aurat nahi, meri aurat lagti hain, woh jo raat mein sab kuch utar deti hain.
Uske baalon mein hamesha ek meetha jasmine ya coconut oil ka smell hota hain, woh smell mere takiye mein reh jaata hain. Uski aankhon mein woh shaant pyas, jo har raat mujhe khud se baandh deti hain.
Ab aate hain mere saali, Isha, ke upar.
Isha (20)… woh kuch aur hi hain. Jab maine pehli baar usko jeans aur t-shirt mein dekha tha na, mujhe laga koi college ki ladki hain, par phir uske chehre pe woh beauty dekhi jo Ananya mein kabhi nahi thi.
Isha patli hain, par kamzor nahi. Uski kamar ek dum se slim, par hips mein woh halki si curve jo tight jeans mein aur clear dikh jaati hain. Uske pair lambe… woh jab seediyan chadhti hain na, toh uske pair aur kamar ka, woh move mujhe ajnabee sa bhatak deta hain.
Uska chehra sharp hain, badi badi brown aankhen jo sab kuch dekh ke bhi jaise kuch nahi bolti. Lips slightly wet, woh hamesha halka sa balm lagaye rehti hain, jaise woh bas naturally soft hain. Kabhi kabhi woh lips bekaar mein hi apni daant se kaat’ti hain jab soch mein hoti hain. Uss pal main bas uske chehre se nazar nahi hata pata.
Uske baal shoulder tak, silky. Jab woh sir jhuka ke baal samet ke high pony banati hain na, toh uski gardan ki woh clean line mujhe kisi aur duniya mein le jaate hain. Uske t-shirt ka fabric uske seene se chipak jaata hain.
Uske chehre pe woh college wali masti aur aankhon mein ek alag chamak. Woh itni khoobsurat hain ki main kabhi kabhi bhool jaata hoon ke woh meri biwi ki behen hain.
Jab woh aankhen mila ke haste haste nazar hata leti hain, toh mujhe lagta hain woh jaanti hain main kya dekh raha hoon. Par woh phir bhi wahi karti hain.
Jeans ki tight fitting, t-shirt ki halka se slip hoti lining, kamar dikh jaati hain, jaise woh apne khud ke sharir ko bhi poora nahi samajhti abhi tak.
Aur main… in dono ke beech aatka rehta hoon. Ek meri hain, doosri hone nahi wali… par phir bhi har baar aankh udhar chali hi jaati hain. Aur ek din aisa hi hua.
Ghanti baji. Darwaza khola toh samne Isha khadi thi, wohi tight jeans, woh halka sa white t-shirt, aur kandhe pe ek chhota sa sling bag. Uske baalon ki woh khushboo, jo mere ghar ke andar tak ghus gayi.
Uska chehra chamak raha tha. Badi badi aankhen excitement se bhari hui thi. Hath mein ek chhota sa gift bag tha, jaise woh Ananya ko koi surprise dene aayi ho.
“Didi ghar pe hain na?” Usne seedha mujhse aankh milakar pucha, uski awaaz mein woh nayi nayi ladkiyon wali khushi thi. Woh khushi jisme koi hichkichahat nahi hoti.
Maine dheere se kaha, “Ananya toh kal hi maa ke ghar chali gayi… agli hafte tak nahi aayegi.”
Ek pal ke liye uske chehre pe woh khushi freeze ho gayi par phir pata nahi kya hua, woh ek ajeeb si halki muskurahat mein badal gayi. Woh muskurahat… woh seedhi simple smile nahi thi.
Usne apne baalon ko ek haath se peechhe kara, t-shirt thoda sa tight ho gaya uske seene pe. Uski kamar pe jeans ki fitting bilkul clear thi. Woh sidhe mujhe dekhte hue bas dheere se boli, “Oh… toh main akeli hoon aapke saath?”
Uske lips pe woh halka sa moisture chamak raha tha. Usne apni lower lip ko halkasa daanton se pakda, jaise woh kuch soch rahi ho. Uski aankhen ek pal ke liye meri aankhon mein atak gayi – na zyada bold, na zyada sharmili – bas woh nazar jo keh rahi thi ki woh khud nahi samajhti ya shayad samajhkar bhi kuch nahi keh rahi.
Uske pair andar padte gaye. Woh hall mein ghusi toh uske jeans se uthti woh raw body heat mujhe mehsoos hui. Woh andar aake ek taraf bag rakh ke seedha palat gayi. Uski kamar ka woh slim curve, jo t-shirt se nikal kar jeans ke waistband se milta tha… main aankhen hata nahi paaya.
Isha ne pucha, “Aap akela feel kar rahe honge na? Didi gayi hui hain…” Uski awaaz mein woh chhoti si masti thi jo Ananya mein kabhi nahi rehti ab.
Phir woh khud hi huske boli, “Koi baat nahi… main hoon na…”
Uss pal mein bas itna samajh aaya, Ananya ghar mein nahi thi, par uski behen, uski saans, uski smile, uski khuli aankhon ka woh raaz… woh sab kuch mere samne tha.
Aur Isha ka woh seductive smile… woh ek baar dekh ke kisi ke bhi raaton ki neend uda de.
Darwaza baandh hone ke baad bhi Isha ki woh smile mere dimaag mein chipki rehti hain. Woh bina Ananya ko bole itna lamba safar karke aayi thi, par uske chehre pe ek pal ke liye bhi nirasha nahi thi.
“Bahut garmi lag rahi hain, jiju…” Usne living room ke beech mein hi bola. “Ek quick shower le loon kya?”
Main bas uske chehre ko dekh raha tha. Woh aankhon mein ek dum seedhi thi, par lips pe woh smile jo keh rahi thi, “Mujhe pata hain tum kya soch rahe ho…”
“Kyun nahi?” Main bas itna bol paaya.
Isha apne jeans ke pocket se rubber band nikalkar baalon ko bun mein lapet rahi thi, aur uska kamar ka woh curve jeans se bahar jhalak raha tha. Ek pal ke liye woh khadi hokar uthi. Uske jeans tight thi, t-shirt uske seene pe chipki hui thi. Mujhe laga woh jaan bujhke dheere chal rahi hain.
Usne bathroom mein ghuste ghuste kaha, “Mujhe didi ka ek towel de doge? Waise bhi sab samajh hi jaoge kahaan rakha hoga na…”
Uska woh last line, woh hansi… jaise woh mujhe jaanch rahi ho.
Bathroom se paani ki awaz aa rahi thi. Main bas Ananya ke cupboard se uska fluffy pink towel nikal kar bathroom ke bahar rakh diya. Pata nahi kyun, dil tez dhadak raha tha. Ananya ka towel, Isha ka nanga wet sharir uske andar… sab ek ajeeb sa mila jula mehsoos ho raha tha.
Kuch hi der mein bathroom ka door khula. Pehle uske baalon se tapakta paani dikha. Phir Isha nikalti hain. Pink towel mein lapete hue woh humare bedroom mein ghus gayi bina pooche, maano, yeh isika ho. Uske geele pairon ke nishaan floor pe reh gaye.
Mujhe ek pal ke liye uske geele baalon ki woh fresh khushboo, shampoo, skin aur halka sa warm steam, sab mere haathon tak mehsoos hua.
Thodi der baad jab woh bahar nikli, toh mere pair ek pal ke liye ruk gaye. Isha ne Ananya ka ek light cream color ka cotton nightie pehna tha. Woh Ananya pe dheela lagta tha, par Isha ke slim sharir pe woh aur dheela laga. Uske geele baal uski gardan aur seene par chipak rahe the. Nightie ki thin fabric uske body se chipki thi.
Uski aankhen seedha mujhe pakad ke dekh rahi thi. Woh koi bholapan nahi tha. Woh aankhen bol rahi thi, “Didi nahi hain, main hoon…”
Woh samne sofa pe baith gayi, pair fold karke, aur baalon ko towel se sukhaane lagi. Har baar jab woh baalon ko rub karti, toh uske nightie ka neckline halka sa khisak jaata. Mujhe pata tha woh dekh rahi thi main kahan dekh raha hoon par woh ek shabd bhi nahi boli.
Usne muskurake bola, “Didi ke kapde pehen ke kaisi lag rahi hoon jiju?”
Main chup raha. Uske lips pe woh wet smile phir se. Usne neck ko halka sa tilt kiya, towel ek taraf gira diya, aur uske baalon ki ek lat uske gardan se lipat gayi.
“Waise, suna hain na jiju… saali… adhi gharwali hoti hain…”
Uske baalon se tapakta woh ek boond uske seene se hota hua nightie ke fabric mein chhup gaya. Woh aankhen mila ke bas dekh rahi thi, jaise us pal mein uske hone aur na hone ka sab farq khatam ho gaya ho.
Aur main… main bas sochta raha, “Ananya gayi hain, par uski chhoti behen mere ghar mein… uske kapdon mein… uske smell mein… aur… uski aankhon mein woh raaz, jo mujhe raat bhar jagaye rakhte hain.”
Isha ka damp nightie ab tak uske sharir pe bilkul chipak gaya tha. Usne baalon ko towel se sukha ke ek taraf sofa pe daala aur sidha bedroom ke darwaze tak chali gayi. Wohi kamra jahan kal tak Ananya thi.
“Aap bahar kyun khade ho jiju? Andar aao na…” Usne bolne ka andaaz bilkul casual tha, par uske aankhon mein woh raw tease jhalak raha tha, jaise woh jaankar mujhe kheench rahi ho.
Main darwaze pe hi ruk gaya. Usne bed ke edge pe baithte baithte mujhe aankhon se bulaya.
“Yahan baitho na… itne door kyun?”
Main dheere se bed pe uske paas baith gaya. Uske baalon se ab bhi halkasa moisture aur shampoo ki fresh khushboo aa rahi thi. Woh khushboo jo mere takiye mein pehle sirf Ananya ki hoti thi.
Isha apne pair bed pe fold karke baithi thi, nightie ki thin fabric se uske thighs tak paunch jati hain. Woh baalon ko finger se comb karte hue kabhi kabhi neck tilt karti thi.
“Waise jiju…” Uski awaaz bilkul dheemi ho gayi, jaise koi secret bata rahi ho. “Aapko problem toh nahi ho rahi… main didi ke kapde mein?”
Usne aankhen seedha meri pakad ke puchi, woh smile uske lips pe ab aur clear thi.
Maine bas itna kaha, “Tumhe yeh pehna hi kyun tha?”
Isha ki hansi ek dum halki aur khatarnaak thi, “Aur kya karti? Nahane ke baad toh kuch tha nahi… aur didi ke kapde hi toh hain… ghar hi toh hain… haan woh alag baat hain ki woh aapki biwi bhi hain. Kahi aap unko mujhme imagine toh nahi kerr rahe.”
Woh last words jaise mere seene mein kisi ne garam saans bhar di ho.
Usne achanak apna haath mere kandhe par rakha.
“Aap tension kyun le rahe ho? Suna nahi… saali adhi gharwali hoti hain…”
Yeh line bolte waqt woh itna paas jhuki ki uske baalon ka geela jhoka mere gaal ko chhoo gaya. Uske lips bilkul mere lips se kuch inches door ruk gaye. Woh aankhen, woh halki si muskuraahat… mujhe laga us pal mein sab khatam ya shuru ho sakta tha.
Usne apna dusra haath mere collar pe rakha, bilkul dheere se, jaise check kar rahi ho kitna control hain abhi bhi. Uske fingers se halki si thandak aur uske neck se aati woh garam khushboo, woh mix ho ke mujhe madhosh bana rahi thi.
“Jiju… main jaanti hoon aapko bura nahi lag raha…” Uski nazar seedha meri aankhon mein thi ek pal ke liye usne apni lower lip daant se pakdi aur phir chhoda, jaise woh meri saans rok rahi ho.
Fir woh ekdum seedha ho gayi, par haath ab bhi mere collar par.
“Waise… aapko kya lagta hain… saali sirf adhi gharwali hoti hain ya… kabhi poori bhi ban sakti hain?”
Room mein sirf Isha ki halki saans aur mere dil ki tez dhadkan goonj rahi thi. Bed pe Ananya ki khushboo, kapdon mein Isha ka sharir, aur uske lips, “Saali adhi gharwali,” woh line mere kaan mein ghoonj rahi thi.
Isha: “Jiju… kitne serious ho gaye ho… mujhe laga didi gayi hain toh aap chill karoge…”
Main: (thoda awkward, nazar ghoomata hain) “Tum aise kapde pehen ke… chill kaise karun?”
Isha: (halki hansi, aankh milakar) “Oh… kapde se dikkat hain? Toh utar doon?” (ek pal ruk ke mischievous smile deti hain) “Mazaak kar rahi hoon… tension kyun le rahe ho?”
Main: (uske lips dekhte hue) “Tumhe pata bhi hain tum kya keh rahi ho?”
Isha: (dheere se uske shoulder pe ungli chalati hain) “Mujhe sab pata hain jiju… mujhe dekh ke aap kya soch rahe ho… woh bhi pata hain…”
Main: (saans thodi bhari) “Aur kya pata hain?”
Isha: (bilkul close, lips uske kaan ke paas) “Yahi… ki didi door hain… aur main yahin hoon… didi ke kapde mein…” (thoda neck pe hot breath, cheek touch karti hain) “…aur aapko bilkul bura nahi lag raha…”
Main: (thoda control lose karke) “Isha… tum…”
Isha: “Waise… aapko pata hain na… saali adhi gharwali hoti hain?”
Main: (halki hansi, throat dry) “Tumhe kisne sikhaya yeh?”
Isha: (halki hansi, phir uske lap ke bilkul pass lean hoti hain) “Didi hi toh bolti thi… mazaak mein…” (phir slow smile) “Par mujhe lagta hain… mazaak nahi hain…”
Main: (gaze uske lips se neck tak) “Isha… main…”
Isha: (interrupt kar ke bilkul face ke paas aaker) “Aap kya… mujhe rokoge…? Ya khud ko…?”
Main: (breath heavy) “Yeh galat hain…”
Isha: (nazar lips pe fix, aur whisper ki) “Galat kyun jiju…? Ghar ke kapde… ghar ka bed… ghar ka hi toh sab hain…” (lips almost touch karte hue, cheek se cheek rub karte hue) “…aur saali toh… adhi gharwali hoti hi hain na…?”
Main: (thoda control tutne lagta hain) “Isha… agar koi dekh lega toh?”
Isha: (soft giggle mein, lips brush karte hue) “Kaun dekhega? Didi toh door hain… aur main…” (finger uske collar mein daal ke halki si pull ki) “…main toh bas aapke paas hoon…”
Main: (lips bilkul touch hone ke point par) “Tum pagal ho…”
Isha: (teasing whisper mein) “Pagal nahi jiju… bas adhi gharwali…”
Isha: “…poori ban jaoon…? Bura toh nahi lagega…?”
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To be continued…