बूढ़ा पड़ोसी और हसीन बीवी – 2

Desi wife ki padosi se chudai kahani:- Darwaza kholkar, Sania aur Chaurasia andar chale gaye. Usne apne baagwani wale dastane utaare aur paas rakhi mez par phenk diye. Uske saamne khadi hokar, us sunahre baalon wali ladki ne apni baahen baandhin aur boli: Part 1 ==> बूढ़ा पड़ोसी और हसीन बीवी – 1 Desi wife ki padosi se chudai kahani “Theek hai, mujhe apna woh ‘bada’ land dikhao, Chaurasia. Apni shorts neeche karo.” “Hmm, bade hukm chalane wali ban rahi ho?” Chaurasia hansa. Sania sachmuch hukm chala rahi thi; woh chahti thi ki yeh sara jhanjhat jitni jaldi ho sake khatm ho jaye. Lekin, sir hilate hue, Chaurasia ne bas apni shorts ki zip kholi aur unhe apne underwear ke saath taknon tak neeche khiska diya. Boodhe aadmi ke land ko dekhte hi Sania ki tez nigahein hairani se chaudi ho gayin. Wahan use chhate hue safed baalon ke halkе nishan dikhe, jisse pata chalta tha ki woh abhi bhi wahan safai karta tha. Halaanki, use yeh dekhkar vijayi muskaan aayi ki uska land das inch lamba hone ke aas-paas bhi nahi tha. Woh is baat par hansi ki uska jhurriyon wala boodha land kitna dayaniya lag raha tha. “Hmm, mujhe lagta hai ki hamari ‘chhoti’ si shart ki vijeta main hoon,” usne taana maara. “Mujhe umeed hai ki agli baar jab main tumse milungi, to tumhara bartav zyada accha hoga,” Sania vijayi bhaav se hansi. Lekin jaise hi woh darwaze ki kundi ki ore badhi, Chaurasia ne use rok liya. “Zara ruko, pyaari. Yeh das inch tab hota hai jab yeh khada ho. Maine kabhi yeh dawa nahi kiya ki yeh dheela hone par bhi das inch ka hoga.” Sania hakki-bakki reh gayi. Lekin apni pichhli baatcheet ke baare mein sochne par, use shayad yeh baat pehle hi samajh jani chahiye thi. Bilkul. Lekin phir bhi usne is par etraz jataaya. “Kya? Khada hone par das inch?? Maine is baat par kabhi sahmati nahi di thi! Nahi, nahi, nahi, yeh bilkul bhi manzoor nahi hai. Main kisi doosre aadmi ka khada hua land nahi dekh sakti! Yeh galat hai,” usne ghabrahat se bhari awaaz mein zor dekar kaha. “Tumhe kya laga? Koi das inch ka naram nahi hota, kya tum pagal ho? Are, Miss Sharma. Yahi to deal hui thi! Aur haan, agar kisi ko pata hi na chale, to ismein galat kya hai?” Chaurasia ne jawab diya. “Chhee, nahi, tum gande aadmi. Maine kisi baat par haami nahi bhari thi. Bye, main ja rahi hoon.” Usne phir se kundi ki taraf haath badhaya. “Agar tum abhi chali gayi, to main poore mohalle mein bata doonga ki tum mera land dekhna chahti thi,” us chalak boodhe aadmi ne achanak dhamki di. Sania wahin jam gayi. “Main yahan samaj ka ek izzatdar sadasya hoon. Log kiska yakeen karenge? Ek samajhdar, jung ke maidan se laute boodhe sainik ka, ya phir ek jawan, khoobsurat aurat ka jo abhi-abhi yahan rehne aayi hai? Har koi yahi sochega ki tum koi chhichhori aurat ho jo mujhe bahkane ki koshish kar rahi hai. Aur to aur, tumhare pati kya sochenge?” Uski baatein seedhe dil par lagiin, jisse Sania ke dil ki dhadkanein tez ho gayin. “Tum boodhe kamine, tum mujhe blackmail nahi kar sakte! Bina kisi pakke saboot ke, tum kuch nahi kar sakte!” Phir ek shararti si muskaan ke saath, Chaurasia ne apni jeb se apna phone nikala aur ek audio recording chala di. “Theek hai, dikhao mujhe apna yeh ‘bada’ land, Chaurasia. Apni nikar neeche karo.” Sania ki awaaz saaf pehchani ja sakti thi. Jis tarah se usne ‘bada’ shabd par zor diya tha, uska matlab to mazak udana tha, lekin woh janti thi ki log uska matlab bilkul galat hi nikalenge. Sania ke muh se hairani bhari ek cheekh nikal gayi. Woh itni laparwah kaise ho sakti thi? “Tum aisa nahi karoge!” usne gusse mein phuphkara, aur uska phone cheenne ki koshish ki. “Oh, haan, main zaroor karoonga. Aur maine hamari poori baatcheet bhi record kar li hai. Bas thodi si chalaki bhari editing ki zaroorat hai, aur yeh poori kahani hi palat jayegi,” usne samjhaya, aur jaldi se apna phone apni peeche wali jeb mein thoons liya. Sania gusse se gurrayi aur phone cheenne ke liye haath-pair maarne lagi. “Ah-ah-ah, agar main tumhari jagah hota, to aisa bilkul na karta. Yeh to hamla mana jayega,” us boodhe aadmi ne taana maara. Sania ne bebasi se socha—uska is tarah mere aangan mein khade rehna hi to ‘atikraman’ (trespassing) tha. Lekin uske paas saboot the, aur Sania ke paas kuch nahi tha. Sania jaldi se peeche hat gayi. Use laga jaise uske aas-paas ki poori duniya dhaah rahi ho. Usne khud ko is boodhe aadmi ke haathon blackmail hone kaise diya? “To phir tumhe chahiye kya?!” Sania ne gusse se kaha. “Main to bas wahi maang raha hoon jis par hamari shart lagi thi—tumhe yeh sabit karne ka mauka ki mera land das inch ka hai aur ekdum kada hai. Yeh recording to bas ek ehtiyat ke taur par thi, kahin tum apni shart se mukar na jao. Jab hamara kaam ho jayega, to main ise khushi-khushi delete kar doonga! Tum ek acchi aurat lagti ho, main tumhe kisi museebat mein nahi dalna chahta,” Chaurasia ne jawab diya. “Main to bas itna chahta hoon ki tum apni shart nibhao, bas aur kuch nahi.” Us sunahre baalon wali patni ko Chaurasia ke shabdon ke peeche chhipi dhamki saaf-saaf sunayi de gayi. Usne khud ko apne hi jaal mein phansa liya tha. “Yeh kamina, harami kahin ka!” usne man hi man cheekhte hue socha. “To phir kya faisla hai, Miss Sharma?” Chaurasia ne poocha. Sania bas apne daant peesti reh gayi aur usne apne haathon ki mutthiyan kaskar bheench liin. “Theek hai, theek hai!” Sania ne haar mante hue beman se kaha. Use yakeen hi nahi ho raha tha ki woh itni neeche gir gayi hai. “To phir jaldi karo aur ise kar dalo; mere liye apna land khada karo,” usne ek gahri saans chhodte hue hukm diya. Chaurasia ne muskurate hue apne jhurriyon wale, boodhe land ko sehlana shuru kar diya. “Hmm, is tarah ke raiye ke saath to nahi.” Sania ne ghin se apni aankhein ghumа liin. Kuch minute aise hi beet gaye, jab woh dono ek-doosre ke saamne ajeeb si chuppi mein khade the, aur Chaurasia… usne apne bedhangе se land ko aage-peeche ragda. Sania ne na dekhne ki koshish ki, lekin kyunki is najayaz harkat ka maksad hi yahi tha, isliye uski nigahеin apne aap hi neeche ki ore khinchi chali gayin. Lekin Chaurasia ko koi khas safalta nahi mili. “Hoon, bas itna hi hai tumhare paas? Hmm, jaisa maine socha tha – tum jaise boodhe aadmi ke liye ise khada karna mushkil hi hoga,” usne taana maara. Chaurasia ne uski ore ghoorkar dekha. “Dekho, tum apni us badtameez nazar aur ghatiya raiye se mere liye ise aasan to bilkul nahi bana rahi ho. Aur hum tab tak yahan se nahi jayenge jab tak mera land poori tarah se khada nahi ho jata; yeh hamari shart ka hissa hai. Isliye hum tab tak yahin ruke rahenge jab tak yeh kaam poora nahi ho jata, samajh gayi?” usne kaafi sakhti se samjhaya. Chaurasia ne Sania ko poori tarah se apne shikanje mein kas rakha tha, isliye woh is sthiti se bach nahi sakti thi. “Asal mein, agar tum apni akad chhodkar meri thodi madad kar do, to yeh kaam aur bhi jaldi ho jayega,” us boodhe aadmi ne bade hi dhoortta bhare andaaz mein kaha. “Tumhari madad karoon?! Tumhari madad kaise karoon??” usne sachmuch hairan hote hue poocha. “Mujhe nahi pata, tum apni woh badtameez nazar hatakar mujhe apne bade-bade stanon hi kyun nahi dikha deti?” usne sujhav diya. Sania ne use ghoorkar dekha. Yeh baat ab hadd se zyada aage badh rahi thi. Lekin yeh jante hue ki woh kitni badi museebat mein phansi hui hai, shayad is kaam ko bas kisi tarah nipatakar khatm kar dena hi uske liye sabse sahi kadam hota. Bhale hi iska matlab kisi gande-boodhe aadmi ko apne stan dikhana hi kyun na ho – aise stan jo usne apne premi ya pati ke alawa kisi aur mard ko kabhi nahi dikhaye the. “Uff, tum boodhe kamine…” usne jhunjhlate hue budbudaya, aur apni haar maan li. Apni shirt ka daman pakadkar, Sania ne use apne stanon ke upar tak utha diya, jisse uske sudol ‘D-cup’ stan poori tarah se anavrit ho gaye. Chaurasia ka land achanak uttejana se bhar utha, aur saaf taur par hilne-dulne laga. Har jhatke ke saath, uski lambai aur motai dono hi tezi se badhne lagiin. Yeh dekhkar Sania ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin ki uska land sachmuch kaafi bada tha. Phir bhi, woh abhi tak un ‘das inch’ ki lambai tak nahi pahuncha tha, jiska usne wada kiya tha. “Bas pahunchne hi wala hai,” us boodhe ne apni ladkhadati awaaz mein karahte hue kaha, aur khud ko aur bhi tezi se sehlane laga. “Kya tum mujhe is tarah ghoorna band karogi?” usne aage joda. Sania ne ek gahri saans li aur apne chehre ke haav-bhaav ko thoda aur dilchasp aur umeed bhara banane ki koshish ki. “Aah, haan, bas yahi chahiye tha,” Chaurasia ne santushti bhari karah ke saath kaha. Sania ki reedh mein ek sihran daud gayi, bhale hi woh apni nigahon ko us dilkash nazare se hatane ki koshish kar rahi thi, jo uski avishwasi aankhon ke saamne ajeebogareeb tarike se ghatit ho raha tha. “Jaldi karo aur aur zyada kada ho jao, aisa lagta hai ki tum apni seema tak pahunch rahe ho,” usne teekhe swar mein kaha. Phir bhi, woh apni jigyasu hari aankhon ko uske badhte hue mardana ang par tikne se rok nahi payi. Sania ko yeh manna pada ki uske boodhe land ko har jhatke ke saath dheere-dheere aakar mein badhte dekhna, umeed se kahin zyada prabhavshali tha. Aur ab usse ek-do boondein ‘pre-cum’ (kamottejana ke samay nikalne wala taral) ki bhi nikalne lagi thiin. “Aah, bra utar do, isse main aur bhi jaldi charam seema tak pahunch jaoonga,” us boodhe aadmi ne elaan kiya. Sania ko is aadmi ki himmat par yakeen nahi hua, lekin woh besabri se chahti thi ki yeh sab jitni jaldi ho sake khatm ho jaye, isliye usne apni bra neeche kheenchkar apne pyaare gulabi nipples (stanagr) dikhate hue uski baat maan li. Chaurasia ki aankhein apni jagah se bahar nikalti hui si lagin, jab usne woh dekha jo shayad Sania ne khud nahi dekha tha—ki kamottejana ke karan uske nipples kade ho gaye the. Usne khud ko aur tezi se sehlana shuru kiya, aur ab Sania ne dekha ki uske land ki gahri darar se pre-cum tezi se bah raha tha, jisse uska ang ek chikni aur chamakdar parat se dhak gaya tha. Use thodi ghin bhi aayi, lekin saath hi, ajeeb tarah ki kamottejana bhi mehsoos hui. Kisi purush ko kaamvasna mein itna bebas kar dene mein kuch aisa tha, jisse use khud mein ek shakti ka ehsaas hua; uske pati Raman ne to salon se uske prati aisi koi pratikriya nahi di thi. Jaise-jaise woh is poori sthiti ko lekar dheere-dheere sahaj hoti gayi, uska raiya bhi badalta gaya. Woh abhi bhi apni nigahon ko hatane ka dikhawa kar rahi thi, lekin jaise-jaise uska land aur bada, aur kada, aur chikna hota gaya, woh khud ko us mukhya ghatna par dheere-dheere dhyan kendrit karne se rok nahi payi. Yeh dekhte hue ki Chaurasia kitni ektak nigahon se uske stanon ko ghoor raha tha, Sania ne andaaza lagaya ki yeh shayad bahut lambe samay baad pehla mauka tha, jab use kisi mahila ke asli stanon ko sakshat dekhne ka mauka mila tha. “Hmm, pehli baar kisi mahila ke stan dekh rahe ho?” Sania ne poocha. “Haan, aisa hi lagta hai,” usne kaafi dheemi aur apratyashit roop se kamuk awaaz mein kaha. “Aah, apni itni lambi zindagi mein, maine bahut kuch dekha hai, sach keh raha hoon. Lekin tumhare, heh, sach mein, woh to kamaal ke hain. Shayad yeh ab tak ke sabse behtereen stan hain jo maine dekhe hain,” Chaurasia ne jawab diya, khud ko hilate hue khushi se karahte hue. Chaurasia ki is tarif par Sania ka chehra sharm se lal ho gaya. Shayad yeh poori sthiti us par uski shuruaati soch se kahin zyada asar daal rahi thi. Woh chhota sa, seedha-saada keeda jo usne pehle dikhaya tha, ab ek khoonkhwar janwar mein badal chuka tha. Chaurasia ne achanak khud ko sehlana band kar diya, jisse Sania ka dhyan wapas laut aaya. “Tum ruk kyun gaye?” usne utsukta se poocha. Chaurasia muskuraya. “Das inch ka, ekdum kada, jaisa maine wada kiya tha.” Sania ki hari aankhein neeche jhukin aur usne dekha ki sachmuch ab woh poori tarah se khada tha; use yeh janane ke liye kisi scale ki zaroorat nahi thi. Uska boodha land zoron se dhadak raha tha aur usse nikalne wala taral padarth (pre-cum) us shed ke purane lakdi ke farsh par tapak raha tha. Ab tak, woh yeh bhi nahi samajh payi thi ki uske neeche latakte hue andkosh kitne bade the. Sania yeh dekhkar hairan reh gayi ki uska andaaza kitna galat tha. Woh thodi-bahut aakarshit bhi ho rahi thi. Woh yakeenan usse kahin zyada bada tha.… uske pati se ek inch ya, theek hai, shayad teen inch zyada lamba, aur kaafi zyada mota bhi. Uska gala sookh gaya; use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki kya kahe. “Aisa ho hi nahi sakta ki tum itne bade ho, tumhari umar ko dekhte hue…” woh hairani mein apni baat poori nahi kar payi. Yeh baat bilkul ajeeb thi ki ek chhota-sa boodha aadmi apne saath itna bada ‘samaan’ lekar ghoom raha ho. Achanak, uske man mein ek boodhe bakre ki tasveer kaundh gayi. “Lagta hai, main jeet gaya, Miss Sharma.” “Haan-haan, badhai ho, tum sahi nikle. Ab hamara kaam yahan khatm ho gaya hai, hai na?” Sania achanak hosh mein aayi aur use wahan se jane ka ishara kiya. “Lagta to aisa hi hai, lekin mera abhi bhi khada hai,” Chaurasia ne kehna shuru kiya. “Heh, kyunki main jeeta hoon, to mujhe lagta hai ki mera inaam yeh hona chahiye ki tum mujhe santusht karne mein meri madad karo,” usne ek shaitani muskaan ko dabate hue sujhav diya. Sania ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Use pehle hi samajh jana chahiye tha ki yeh bewakoofi bhari shart aakhirkaar kis taraf jane wali hai. “Nahi, nahi, nahi, yeh to tai nahi hua tha! Tumne to kaha tha—” usne virodh karne ki koshish ki. Lekin, isse pehle ki woh apni baat poori kar pati, Chaurasia ne unke beech ki doori mita di aur uski kalai pakad li; usne Sania ka dahina haath apne dhadakte hue land par rakh diya—jo uski dil ki dhadkan ke saath dhadak raha tha aur gaadhe ‘pre-cum’ (kamottejana ke taral padarth) se latpath tha. Sania ko Chaurasia aur khud se, dono se hi behad ghin aa rahi thi. Yeh galat tha—poori tarah se varjit—ki woh apne ghar ke peeche bane chhote se kamre (shed) ki tang jagah mein phansi hui, kisi doosre aadmi ka land apni komal, gori ungliyon mein thaame khadi thi. Lekin, saath hi, uske garam aur dhadakte hue land ka ehsaas use ajeeb tarah se aakarshit bhi kar raha tha. Aakhir use ho kya gaya tha? Baagwani karte hue uska itna accha-khasa din, achanak is kadar patri se kaise utar gaya tha? “Mujhe lagta hai ki tumhe mera bada land dekhna accha lag raha hai, hai na, Miss Sharma? Tumne isse pehle kabhi bhi—na to dekha hai aur na hi mehsoos kiya hai—aisa kuch bhi, hai na?” Us boodhe aadmi ki ashleel harkaton aur uski betuki baaton ko sunkar Sania poori tarah se awak reh gayi. “Aage badho, ise mehsoos karo. Apni komal-komal ungliyon se ise tatolkar dekho. Kya yeh tumhare haath mein accha nahi lag raha?” Uske vishal, garam aur dhadakte hue land ko apne komal haathon mein thaamkar use kuch aisi nayi bhavnayein mehsoos huiin, jo usne pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi ki thiin. Woh is baat se pareshan thi ki yeh sab kitna galat tha, lekin saath hi, Chaurasia sahi tha—usne pehle kabhi itni prabhavshali cheez nahi dekhi thi. Apni jawani ka zyadatar samay usne Raman ke saath hi bitaya tha; tulna karne ke liye uske paas bas Raman hi tha. Ismein kuch sahi bhi lag raha tha—jaise ki use yeh janane ka poora haq tha ki ek purush ka land kitne alag-alag aakar ka ho sakta hai. Chaurasia ke shabd aur harkatein jitni bhi teekhi aur zabardasti wali kyun na hon, Sania khud ko usse door nahi kar pa rahi thi. “Chaurasia… yeh galat hai, mujhe nahi pata ki main yeh kar paungi ya nahi—” Sania ne kehna shuru kiya. Har guzarte pal ke saath uska bachav kamzor padta ja raha tha; har us pal mein jab uska dhadakta hua land uski sanvedansheel hatheli ko apni zabardast maujoodgi ka ehsaas kara raha tha. “Shhh, Miss Sharma, yaad hai na? Jab tak kisi ko pata nahi chalta, tab tak yeh sab bilkul theek hai. Yeh to bas hamari shart ka ek hissa hai—usi baat ko aage badhana hai jis par hum dono raazi hue the,” Chaurasia ne beech mein hi tokte hue kaha. “Ab ise sehlao, Miss Sharma. Main yeh shart poori tarah se sahi tarike se jeeta hoon. Isliye, vijeta ko uska inaam dena tumhara farz banta hai.” Sania anjane mein hi uske aadeshon ka palan karne lagi—apne behad komal haathon se dheere-dheere uske vishal land ko sehlane lagi. Woh us pal mein poori tarah kho gayi thi: uske man ka ek hissa yeh janta tha ki woh jo kar rahi thi, woh behad hi sharmnak aur galat tha. Agar kisi ko bhi pata chal jata ki woh apne bagiche ke shed mein apne se umar mein bade padosi ka land sehla rahi hai, to uski zindagi poori tarah se barbaad ho jati. Lekin saath hi, uske man ka ek doosra hissa bhi tha—ek aisa hissa jo isi galat kaam mein maza dhoondh raha tha, jo achanak uski nason mein daud rahi un nayi sanvednaon se sihar utha tha. Woh garam aur kamuk sanvednayein, jinhеin usne bahut lambe samay se mehsoos nahi kiya tha. Aisi sanvednayein jinhеin mehsoos karne ka use poora haq tha—jinhеin rozmarra ki zindagi ki bhaag-daud aur bandhe-bandhaye niyamon ne usse cheenkar kahin kaid kar rakha tha. Uske man ke us hisse ko yeh sab bahut accha lag raha tha—is ‘varjit’ (taboo) kaam ki wajah se woh poori tarah se uttejit ho uthi thi. Use khud bhi samajh nahi aa raha tha ki woh is sab mein itni zyada kyun khoi hui thi. Shayad yeh uski dabi hui yaun kuntha thi jo dheere-dheere us par haavi ho rahi thi aur uske kaamon ko niyantrit kar rahi thi. Sania ko laga ki woh is ehsaas ka peecha karti rehna chahti hai. “Chaurasia… yeh baat hamare beech hi rahni chahiye, samjhe? Aur mujhse wada karo ki jab hamara kaam ho jayega, to tum woh audio delete kar doge,” usne sakhti se kaha, bhale hi woh uski harkaton ke aage jhuk gayi thi. Chaurasia ne sir hilaya aur apni ungliyon se apne honton par zip lagane ka ishara kiya. Apni hari aankhein ghumate hue, usne uske land ko aur kaskar pakad liya aur use tezi se sehlana shuru kar diya. “Tum kitne gande boodhe aadmi ho, Chaurasia. Apni shaadishuda padosi ko apna bada sa land sehlane ke liye mana liya,” Sania ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. Ab jab baat yahan tak aa hi gayi hai, to kyun na iska poora maza liya jaye? Uske land ke saath-saath uske ahankar ko bhi sehlaya jaye? Yeh dekhkar ki uski purani, pheeki neeli aankhein uski chhatiyon par tiki hui thiin, usne shararat bhari muskaan ke saath apna chehra uski chhati mein daba diya aur saath hi uske land ko bhi sehlati rahi. “Kya tumhe meri chhatiyan pasand hain, Chaurasia? Hmm, bilkul sahi, tum gande boodhe aadmi, inhein chooso,” usne hukm diya. Chaurasia ne apne honton se uski naram chhatiyon ko gher liya aur ek chhote bacche ki tarah unhein bade chaav se choosna shuru kar diya. Uska chhota sa baccha, jiske paas itna bada aur purana land tha. Usne chaata aur apna chehra uski chhati mein aur gahrai tak daba diya. Sania ko samajh nahi aa raha tha ki use kya ho raha hai. Aisa lag raha tha mano Chaurasia uski un gupt kamuk ichchhaon ko jaga raha ho jinhеin usne ab tak dabakar rakha tha—apne andar kisi gahre, gupt kone mein band. Sania ko yeh manna pada ki is shed mein akeli woh bigdi hui nahi thi. Woh na sirf shareerik taur par iska maza le rahi thi, balki is gande boodhe aadmi ko apni mutthi mein rakhne ka ek kamuk romanch bhi use mehsoos ho raha tha—woh aadmi jo uske liye bhookha tha, aur use pehle se kahin zyada kamuk aur bigda hua mehsoos karwa raha tha. Uske shareer ke androoni hisse kaste ja rahe the; uski chut garam aur geeli hoti ja rahi thi. Yeh silsila kai aur minuton tak chalta raha, aur uske andar ki uttejana lagatar badhti gayi. Use badi mushkil se apna dhyan apni shareerik sanvednaon se hatana pada, tab jakar use hairani ke saath yeh ehsaas hua ki Chaurasia abhi tak ‘kam’ (charam-sukh) tak nahi pahuncha tha. Chaurasia ne apna chehra uski laar se bheegi chhatiyon ke beech se bahar nikala, aur haanfte hue saans li. “Dhatt, is tarah to hum kahin nahi pahunchne wale,” usne haanfte hue shikayat ki. “Ghutnon ke bal baith jao aur apne muh se mujhe santusht karo,” usne hukm diya. Sania uski is pehal se prabhavit hui. Aur uski ‘stamina’ (dam-kham) se bhi. Usne Raman ko shayad hi kabhi woh ‘meharbani’ bakhshi thi, jiski maang ab Chaurasia kar raha tha. Lekin Raman kabhi itni der tak tik hi nahi paya tha. Use laga jaise woh us ‘giraavat ke gadde’ mein aur bhi zyada gahrai tak dhas ti ja rahi hai, jo achanak uske saamne khul gaya tha. Woh ek pal ke liye hichkichayi, yeh sochte hue ki kahin woh bahut zyada aage to nahi badh rahi hai. Lekin Chaurasia ke paas abhi bhi woh recording thi. Use yeh sab jald se jald nipatana tha—jitni jaldi ho sake, utna accha—taaki woh is poore mamle ko peeche chhodkar aage badh sake. Usne khud ko yeh kaha kar samjhaya ki agar woh koi adchan paida nahi karti, to us boodhe aadmi ke paas bhi apni baat se mukarne ka koi bahana nahi hoga. Lekin ho sakta hai ki yeh sirf uske kamuk dimag ki chaal ho, jo use wahi karne ke liye raazi kar raha tha, jo uska shareer pehle se hi karna chahta tha. To, apne shareer ko ghumate hue, usne Chaurasia ko paas rakhi ek mez (workbench) se sata diya aur ghutnon ke bal baith gayi. Uska dimag uttejana ke nashe mein dhundhlaya hua tha. Chaurasia badi besabri se use dekh raha tha, jab usne apne komal haathon se uske land ka nichla hissa pakda aur uske ‘supade’ (land ke upari hisse) ko apni muh ki taraf jhuka diya. “Kya pehle kabhi kisi ne tumhara land choosa hai, Chaurasia?” usne apne honton par zabaan ferte hue poocha. Woh boodha aadmi hans pada aur sir hilakar ‘haan’ mein jawab diya. “Khoob! Heh, ‘Nam’ (Vietnam) mein rehte hue, kitni hi videshi ladkiyon ne mere ‘dande’ ko chaata hai,” Chaurasia ne bade garv se jawab diya. Sania ko yeh sunkar ghin aa gayi. Use us samay veshyaalon ke chalan ke baare mein acchi tarah pata tha. “Behtar hoga ki tum saaf-suthre ho, Chaurasia,” Sania ne dhamki dete hue uske mote, nason wale land ko lagbhag dardnak hadd tak kaskar pakad liya. “Chinta mat karo, sexy. Main saaf hoon. Main tumhe iska bharosa dila sakta hoon,” Chaurasia ne aatmavishwas se jawab diya. “Agar main saaf na hota, to main itna bewakoof nahi hota ki tumhare jaisi aurat ko pane ki koshish karta.” Sania ne rahat ki saans li aur aage jhukkar, apne raseele honton se uske phule hue purane land ko gher liya. Chaurasia ke muh se ek zordar aah nikli, jab uske land ka agla hissa Sania ke muh ki garmaahat aur nami se ghir gaya. Use kisi aurat ke muh se milne wale is sukh ka anubhav kiye hue kaafi samay ho gaya tha. Aur yeh sukh kisi jawan, shaadishuda aurat ke muh se mil raha tha—yeh baat apne aap mein behad nasheeli aur ek shandar pal thi. Jaise hi Sania ne apna sir aage-peeche hilana shuru kiya, Chaurasia ne workbench ke kinare ko kaskar pakad liya aur atyadhik sukh ke karan uska sir peeche ki ore ludhak gaya—yeh sukh uske uttejit land ki nason mein daud raha tha. Sania ke muh ka sparsh kitna sukhad tha, ise batane ke liye shabd nahi the; ise keval mehsoos kiya ja sakta tha, shabdon mein byaan nahi.