Bhavna (Bhaari awaaz mein): “Yahan… yahan sabse zyada zaroorat hai. Ravi ne yahan apne nishaan chhodhe hai. Mujhe andar se saaf karo Rahul. Sirf baahar se dhone se ye ‘paap’ nahi dhulega.”
Rahul ne hukm maante hue apni do ungliyon par shower gel lagaya. Usne pehle Bhavna ki yoni ke baahri hisso (lips) ko bade dhyan se saaf kiya, aur fir dheere se apni ungliyan uske andar daal di.
Bhavna: “Ahhh… haa… Ssshhh… Bilkul waise hi. Gehrayi mein jao… jitna andar jaa sakte ho jao. Khurach kar nikaal do us har ehsaas ko jo tumhara nahi hai.”
Rahul ki ungliyan andar-baahar (in and out) hone lagi. Sabun aur paani ki wajah se wahan bahut chiknahat thi. Rahul bade hi dhyan se, ek doctor ya pujari ki tarah, uske andar ki safayi kar raha tha.
Rahul: “Main ise bilkul naya bana doonga Maa… Yahan ab sirf mera haq hoga.”
Lekin jaise-jaise Rahul ki ungliyan gehrayi mein jaa rahi thi, Bhavna ki tadap badhti jaa rahi thi. Use ehsaas hua ki ungliyan bhale hi saaf kar rahi hai, lekin wo us khaali-pann ko bhar nahi paa rahi hai.
Bhavna (Rahul ke baalon ko kheenchte hue): “Ruko… Rahul… ungliyan kaafi nahi hai… Ahhh… Ye safayi tab tak adhoori hai jab tak tumhara ‘wo’ hissa mere andar nahi jata.”
Usne Rahul ko upar kheencha aur paani ke neeche hi uske hontho ko chooma.
Bhavna: “Tumhara ‘paani’ (cum) hi mujhe sach mein shuddh kar sakta hai. Mujhe abhi… isi waqt… tumhara lund apne andar chahiye. Kya tum mujhe ‘shuddh’ karoge?”
Bhavna ne Rahul ki aankhon mein dekha. Wahan hawas nahi, balki ek aisi gambhirta (seriousness) thi jisne Bhavna ko chup kara diya. Wo samajh gayi ki Rahul bhale hi shareerik roop se uttejit ho, lekin dimaag se wo abhi bhi uljha hua hai.
Uska ye “Naa” kehna Bhavna ko aur bhi impress kar gaya. Ye koi mamooli ladka nahi tha jo sirf jism dekh kar pighal jaye; iske liye jazbaat maayne rakhte the. Usne ek halki si muskaan ke saath aatm-samarpan (surrender) kiya.
Bhavna: “Theek hai… jaisa mere ‘ziddi’ sahab chaahe.”
Wo dheere se apne ghutno par jhuk gayi aur apni height kam kar li, taaki uska chehra Rahul ke chehre ke barabar aa sake. Ab wo Rahul ke saamne chhoti lag rahi thi, aur Rahul uske upar haavi dikh raha tha. Rahul ne shower gel hath mein liya aur Bhavna ke geele baalon mein lagana shuru kiya.
Rahul: “Maa… main bas chaahta hu ki hum jo bhi kare, wo sahi ho. Main nahi chaahta ki baad mein hame kisi bhi cheez ka pachtawa ho. Aaj bahut kuch hua hai… mere liye ye sab naya hai. Mujhe samajhne ke liye waqt chahiye.”
Usne bade pyaar se Bhavna ke baalon mein jhaag banaya aur uske sir ki maalish karne laga. Bhavna ne apni aankhein band kar li aur apna sir Rahul ke pet se laga diya.
Bhavna: “Main samajh rahi hu Rahul. Shayad main hi zyada utaavli ho gayi thi. Tum sahi keh rahe ho… hame baat karni chahiye.”
Thodi der baad, jab nahana khatam hua, to Rahul ne towel se Bhavna ka badan poncha. Usne badi izzat se uske jism ko sukhaya, bina kisi galat harkat ke. Bhavna bas use dekhti rahi, kaise wo ek zimmedar mard ki tarah uska khayaal rakh raha tha.
Dono bathrobe pehan kar bathroom se baahar nikle aur bedroom mein aaye. Rahul ne Bhavna ko bed par baithne ka ishara kiya aur khud uske saamne ek kursi kheench kar baith gaya, bilkul kisi serious discussion ke liye.
Rahul: “Ab batao Bhavna… tumne kaha tha ki tum Ravi se khush nahi ho aur talaaq lena chaahti ho. Kya ye sirf aaj ke josh mein kaha tha, ya ye sach hai?”
Bhavna muskurayi. Uski hansi mein mazaak nahi, balki ek ajeeb si khushi thi.
Bhavna: “Ajeeb? Pagal ho kya? Mujhe to ye jaan kar aur bhi acha laga ki mera beta itna talented hai. To tum the wo ‘makeup chor’ jo meri lipstick aur foundation use karta tha? Main bekaar mein kaamwali bai par shaq karti thi.”
Rahul ne sharmaate hue apni gardan khujlayi.
Rahul: “Haa… wo main hi tha. Main chhup-chhup kar try karta tha. Mujhe auraton ka chehra ek canvas jaisa lagta hai Maa, aur aapka chehra… wo to meri sabse favourite painting hai.”
Bhavna uthi aur dressing table se apna heavy makeup kit utha layi. Usne use bed par Rahul ke saamne rakh diya aur khud Rahul ke bilkul kareeb baith gayi.
Bhavna: “Agar tum itne hi expert ho, to chalo… abhi dikhao apna hunar. Mujhe taiyaar karo. Main dekhna chaahti hu ki tumhari nazron mein ‘khoobsurat Bhavna’ kaisi dikhti hai.”
Rahul ki aankhon mein chamak aa gayi. Usne kit khola aur brushes nikaale. Jaise hi usne brush uthaya, uska haav-bhaav badal gaya. Wo ab wo darta hua ladka nahi tha, balki ek confident artist tha. Usne Bhavna ka chehra thoda upar kiya.
Rahul: “Aankhein band karo.”
Bhavna ne aankhein band kar li. Rahul ne foundation ka sponge liya aur bade hi pyaar se Bhavna ke gaalon, maathe aur thodi par lagana shuru kiya. Uska sparsh itna halka aur naram tha ki Bhavna ko guda-gudi hone lagi.
Bhavna: “Tumhare haath… sach mein bahut naram hai Rahul. Ravi jab bhi mujhe touch karte hai, to unke haath sakht lagte hai. Lekin tum… tum to makkhan ki tarah chhoo rahe ho.”
Rahul kuch nahi bola, wo poori tarah focused tha. Usne blush brush uthaya aur Bhavna ke gore gaalon par halka gulabi rang bhara.
Rahul: “Aapke gaal pehle se hi glowing hai, bas thoda sa touch chahiye.”
Fir baari aayi aankhon ki. Rahul ne kaha, “Ab upar dekho.”
Bhavna ne apni gehri kaali aankhein kholi aur seedha Rahul ki aankhon mein dekha. Rahul kajal laga raha tha. Un dono ke chehre itne paas the ki Rahul ki saansein Bhavna ki palkon par lag rahi thi.
Bhavna (Dheere se): “Tumhari aankhein bata rahi hai ki tum mujhe kis hadd tak chaahte ho. Makeup karte waqt bhi tum mujhe ‘khaa jaane’ wali nazron se dekh rahe ho.”
Rahul ne halka sa muskura kar kajal complete kiya aur fir sabse aakhri cheez uthayi, Laal rang ki lipstick.
Rahul: “Honth thode kholo.”
Bhavna ne apne mote aur raseele honth thode khole. Rahul ne lipstick lagana shuru kiya. Wo bade dhyan se outline bana raha tha. Bhavna bas uske chehre ko dekh rahi thi, kaise wo apni jeebh halki si baahar nikaal kar focus kar raha tha.
Jab lipstick lag gayi, to Rahul ne apna angutha Bhavna ke nichle honth par rakha aur extra color ko saaf kiya. Usne wahan apna angutha rok diya.
Rahul: “Ab dekho khud ko.”
Usne aayina (mirror) Bhavna ke saamne kiya. Bhavna ne khud ko dekha aur dang reh gayi. Wo waqayi mein kisi nayi-naveli dulhan ya kisi film star jaisi lag rahi thi. Makeup overdone nahi tha, bas uski features ko ubhaar raha tha.
Bhavna: “Wow… Rahul… Ye main hu? Tumne to sach mein jaadu kar diya.”
Wo palti aur khushi mein Rahul ko gale laga liya, jisse uska lipstick wala nishan Rahul ki gardan par lag gaya.
Bhavna: “Maan gayi mere artist… tum sirf bistar par hi nahi, har cheez mein kamaal ho.”
Rahul ki aankhein nam ho gayi. Ek jawan ladke ke liye, jise hamesha society ke standards se darr lagta tha, uske liye ye sunna ki uski “Maa” use judge nahi karti, balki uske hunar (talent) par garv karti hai, ye bahut badi baat thi.
Rahul: “Aap sach mein… aap sach mein duniya ki sabse achi aurat hai Maa. Aapne mujhe wo confidence diya hai jo aaj tak kisi ne nahi diya. Main vaada karta hu, main aapko kabhi nirash nahi karunga.”
Bhavna ne aayine (mirror) mein apna chehra ghumaya. Laal gehre honth, kajal se bhari badi-badi aankhein aur gaalon par halka sa gulabi blush. Wo waqayi kisi shaktishali devi ya nayi naveli dulhan jaisi lag rahi thi.
Usne aayine mein hi Rahul ki taraf dekha, jo uske peeche khada tha.
Bhavna: “Agar main dulhan dikh rahi hu Rahul… to dulha kahan hai?”
Rahul thoda hadbada gaya.
Bhavna: “Tumne mujhe taiyaar kiya hai, mujhe sajaya hai. To aaj is sundarta par sabse pehla haq kiska hona chahiye? Us Ravi ka… jo is kala ki kadar nahi karega? Ya us artist ka… jisne ise banaya hai?”
Wo ghoomi aur bed par ghutno ke bal chalti hui Rahul ki taraf aayi. Ab wo Rahul ke saamne thi, uska makeup wala chehra behad aakarshak lag raha tha. Usne apne laal honth aage kiye.
Bhavna: “Chalo… apne banaye hue art ko taste karo. Main chaahti hu ki meri lipstick ka nishaan tumhare hontho par aur tumhare poore jism par ho. Aaj raat hum ‘Wedding Night’ manayenge… bina kisi mantra ke, bina kisi fere ke. Sirf tum aur main.”
Rahul ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. “Wedding Night” shabd ne uske dimaag mein ek alag hi nasha ghol diya.
Rahul: “To… to kya aaj aap meri… patni hai?”
Bhavna ne ek kaatil muskaan di aur apne blouse (jo zameen par pada tha) ki taraf ishara kiya, fir apne nange jism par haath fera.
Bhavna: “Patni? Patni to main Ravi ki hu aur wahan ghutan hoti hai. Tumhare liye main tumhari ‘Rani’ hu… aur tum mere ‘Raja’. Ab aao mere Raja… apni Rani ko wo khushi do jiske liye wo tadap rahi hai.”
Usne Rahul ko kheencha aur seedha apne laal hontho se uske hontho ko jod diya.
Kiss…
Ye kiss pehle walon se alag tha. Isme lipstick ka swaad tha, makeup ki khushboo thi, aur ek ajeeb sa “ownership” tha. Jab wo alag hue, to Rahul ke honth bhi laal ho chuke the.
Bhavna ne Rahul ke laal hontho ko dekh kar zor se thahaka lagaya.
Bhavna: “Dekho… ab tum bhi mere rang mein rang gaye ho. Ab koi nahi keh sakta ki tum mere nahi ho.”
Usne Rahul ko bed par dhakka diya aur khud uske upar aa gayi. Uski nangi chhaati Rahul ke seene se sat gayi.
Bhavna halka sa hansi aur Rahul ke gaal ko pyaar se thapthapaya. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si narmi thi.
Bhavna: “Pagal ladke… maine kaha tha ki tum akele nahi karoge, chup-chaap nahi karoge. Maine ye kabhi nahi kaha ki tum mere saamne nahi kar sakte.”
Usne apni laal lipstick waale hontho par ungli feri aur ek nasha bhari aawaz mein boli-
Bhavna: “Agar main tumhe dard mein dekhungi, to main kaisi Maa hu? Tumhara ye dard… ye tanaav… mujhse bardasht nahi hota. Ek aurat hone ke naate main samajh sakti hu ki mard ke liye rukna kitna mushkil hota hai jab wo itna garam ho.”
Usne Rahul ke bathrobe ki belt par haath rakha aur use dheere se khol diya.
Bhavna: “Aur waise bhi… tumne mujhe itna sundar banaya hai, itni mehnat ki hai mere chehre par. To ab is sundarta ka ‘inaam’ bhi to milna chahiye na? Main chaahti hu ki tum mujhe dekho… mere is makeup waale chehre ko dekho… aur apne aap ko shaant karo.”
Rahul ki aankhein hairani aur khushi se phail gayi. Use yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki Bhavna use wahi karne ko keh rahi thi, jiske liye usne pehle mana kiya tha.
Rahul: “Sach mein Maa? Aap… aap dekhna chaahti hai? Aapko bura nahi lagega?”
Bhavna: “Bura? Tumhare hath mere banaye hue makeup ki taareef karenge, isme bura kya hai? Socho ki ye tumhari ‘kala’ (art) ki taareef hai. Nikalo use baahar… wo andar ghutan mehsoos kar raha hoga.”
Rahul ne bina der kiye apna bathrobe kandhon se neeche gira diya. Wo poori tarah nanga tha. Uska lund, jo abhi tak andar daba hua tha, ek jhatke se baahar aaya aur Bhavna ke saamne tann kar khada ho gaya. Wo poori taakat se akad raha tha.
Bhavna ne use dekha aur apne naye range hue hontho ko chaata.
Bhavna: “Uff… Dekho ise… mere makeup ki khushboo soonghte hi kaise salaami de raha hai. Kitna sundar lag raha hai ye… mere banaye hue chehre ke saamne.”
Usne peeche hatt kar bed par pair mod kar baith gayi (cross-legged), bilkul kisi maharani ki tarah, aur Rahul ko ishara kiya.
Bhavna: “Chalo shuru ho jao… meri aankhon mein dekho aur mujhe dikhao ki mera beta apni Maa ki khubsurati dekh kar kaise pagal hota hai.”
Bhavna ke haath mein mera wo purana, paseene se lathpath gym towel tha jo maine kone mein fenka tha. Usne apna bathrobe poori tarah khol diya tha aur bilkul nangi ho kar us towel mein apna chehra dabaye hue thi. Uski aankhein band thi aur wo us ‘gande’ kapde ko aise soongh rahi thi jaise wo koi mehangi perfume ho.
Rahul: “Maa… ye gym towel hai… isme se badbu aa rahi hogi. Ye ganda hai.”
Bhavna (Gehri saans lete hue, towel ko soonghte hue): “Badbu? Tum ise badbu kehte ho? Pagal… ye kastoori hai mere liye. Isme tumhari mehnat, tumhare paseene aur tumhare jism ki wo kacchi mardana mehak hai jo mujhe pagal kar deti hai.”
Usne towel ko neeche kiya aur apne nange, bhare hue boobs par zor se ragadna shuru kiya. Towel ka khurdura-pann uske naram nipples par lag raha tha, jisse wo aur akad rahe the.
Bhavna: “Jaise tum meri bagal (armpit) aur meri panty soonghte ho… waise hi main tumhare gym ke kapde soongh kar garam hoti hu. Jab tum gym se aate the, to main chupke se tumhare kapde utha leti thi, taaki main tumhari mehak ko apne bistar par mehsoos kar saku.”
Usne ek shaitani muskaan ke saath towel ko wapas apne naak ke paas laya aur ek lambi saans kheenchi.
Bhavna: “Tumhe lagta hai sirf tum hi ‘pervert’ ho? Tumhe lagta hai sirf tum hi chori-chhupe cheezein karte ho? Hum dono ek jaise hai Rahul… Hum dono ek-doosre ki gandagi ke deewane hai.”
Fir usne wo towel Rahul ki taraf feka, jo seedha Rahul ke nange lund par ja gira.
Bhavna: “Ab ise wahin rehne do. Ise apne lund par lapet lo. Main chaahti hu ki jab main tumhe touch karu, to mujhe mere makeup ki khushbu ke saath-saath tumhare paseene ki mehak bhi mile. Mujhe tumhara ye ‘junglee’ roop chahiye.”