Diwali Bonus Night Pe Conference Room Ki Lights Band Karke Usne Meri Sari Ki Pallu Table Pe Failayi Aur Kaha Ki Aaj Appraisal Alag Tarike Se Hoga

Ahmedabad ki old city ke paas wala glass building raat ke gyarah baje bhi thoda sa jalta rehta tha. Diwali ke hafte mein office almost khali ho chuka tha. Lift ke andar meri saans tez thi, nahi kyunki main thaki hui thi, balki kyunki mere bag mein woh file thi jo maine last moment pe theek ki thi aur jiske bina aaj ka client pitch fail ho jata.

Mera naam Kavita Desai hai. Bais saal ki shaadi, do bacche hostel mein, pati Dubai mein project pe. Main accounts team mein senior hun, lekin log mujhe sirf woh aurat samajhte hain jo lunch box mein methi thepla laati hai. Unhe nahi pata ki raat ko main khud ko kitni baar yaad dilati hun ki meri umar abhi khatam nahi hui.

Rohan Vyas tees saal ka tha. Naya join kiya tha marketing se. Baal thode se curly, aawaz mein koi jaldi nahi, aur jab woh presentation ke beech meri taraf dekhta tha to lagta tha jaise woh slide nahi, meri gardan dekh raha hai. Aaj dopahar usne meri galti pakdi thi, quietly, bina kisi ke saamne beizzati kiye. Phir usne kaha, "Maam, aap raat ko rukogi to main bhi rukunga. Client ko revised sheet chahiye."

Maine haan kaha kyunki mana karne ka koi strong reason nahi tha. Ya shayad tha, lekin main us reason ko naam nahi dena chahti thi.

Conference room teen ki table thi, badi si, kaale glass ki. Window se Nehru Bridge ke lights dikhte the. Rohan ne coffee machine se do cup laaye. Usne meri cup mein extra doodh daala, jaise use pata ho. Maine pucha nahi kaise pata.

"Aapke haath kaanp rahe the subah," usne seedha kaha. "Pati call nahi uthate kya?"

Main hasi, thodi kadi. "Pati time zone mein rehte hain. Aur meri kaanp file ki wajah se thi."

Woh kursi khiska ke mere paas aa gaya, itna paas ki uski sleeve meri sari ke pallu ko chhu gayi. Pallu halke se sarak gaya. Maine wapas nahi kiya.

Kaam ek ghante mein khatam ho gaya. File save ho gayi. Print nikal gaya. Phir bhi koi uthne ko taiyar nahi tha. Corridor mein security guard ki juti ki awaaz door se aayi aur phir chali gayi.

Rohan ne lights ka dimmer ghumaya. Room andhera nahi hua, bas woh naram peela ho gaya jo log shaadi ke baad bhi bedroom mein nahi rakhte. Usne kaha, "Aaj bonus night hai na company ki. Appraisal alag tarike se hota hai kabhi kabhi."

Maine uski aankhon mein dekha. Wahan mazak nahi tha. Wahan woh cheez thi jo meri shaadi ke barahve saal ke baad kisi ne meri taraf nahi rakhi thi. Hunger, seedhi, bina sharmaaye.

"Rohan, main shaadi shuda hun."

"Main jaanta hun. Aapka mangalsutra aaj bhi garam hai gale mein. Phir bhi aap yahan ho."

Usne mera haath liya. Meri anguthi uski hatheli ke beech dab gayi. Usne anguthi nahi nikali. Usne sirf meri ungliyon ko apne munh ke paas le gaya aur ek ek karke chusa, jaise woh meri report ke numbers padh raha ho. Main khadi rahi. Mera pet andar se khich gaya.

Usne meri sari ka pallu table ke kaale glass pe faila diya. Pallu ke neeche meri blouse ki peeth dikhi, hook wale. Usne hook nahi khola pehle. Usne peeth par munh rakha aur saans li, gehri, jaise kapde ke peeche ki garmi uske liye kaafi ho.

"Bolo ruk jaaun," usne kaha.

Maine kuch nahi kaha. Woh hi meri ijazat thi.

Usne blouse ke neeche haath daala. Meri chhati uske haath mein bhari hui thi, garam, thodi si paseene wali. Usne nipple ko do ungliyon se dabaaya, phir chhoda, phir dabaaya, jaise koi switch on off kar raha ho. Meri saans toot ke nikli. Main table ki edge pakad ke khadi rahi.

Sari ka pleat khulne laga. Petticoat ke upar uski hatheli ghumi, naabh ke neeche, phir aur neeche. Meri panty geeli thi, itni ki kapda skin se chipak gaya tha. Usne panty ko side kiya, nahi utara. Do ungliyan andar gayi seedha. Main aankh band kar ke table pe jhuk gayi.

"Itni tight aur itni geeli," usne meri kaan ke paas kaha. "Ghar mein koi aise chhuta hai kya aapko?"

Maine sir hilaaya, nahi mein. Woh baat meri zabaan se nahi nikalni chahiye thi, lekin nikal gayi. "Nahi. Bahut dino se nahi."

Usne ungliyan andar bahar ki, dheere, phir tez. Meri taangein kaanpne lagi. Table ke glass pe meri saans ka dhundh pad gaya. Bahar bridge ki lights still thi. Andar meri aawaz nikalne lagi, dabi hui, jo main normally bathroom mein bhi nahi nikalne deti.

Jab main girne wali thi, usne ungliyan nikaal ke meri kamar pakdi. Mujhe ghumaya. Meri peeth table se lagi. Usne meri taangein kholi, sari ko kamar tak sarkaaya, panty ko ek taang se utaar diya. Doosri taang pe panty latak rahi thi jaise koi adhoora faisla.

Usne apna belt khola. Awaaz chhoti thi lekin room mein woh awaaz badi lag rahi thi. Uske underwear ke andar jo tha woh already tight tha. Jab nikaala to meri nazar ruk gayi. Lamba, mota, sir geela. Main shaadi ke baad itna raw nahi dekhi thi kisi ko.

Usne mera munh nahi liya pehle. Usne apna lund meri chhati pe rakh ke ragda, meri thuk se nahi, meri hi geelapan se. Phir neeche aaya, meri chut ke upar sir ko ragda, clit pe, phir sliti pe, bina andar gaye. Main khud ko upar uthane lagi uske liye.

"Maang lo," usne kaha.

"Andar. Abhi."

Pehla dhakka mein bhar gaya. Meri aankh khul gayi. Dard tha, lekin woh dard jo yaad dilaata hai ki body abhi zinda hai. Usne ruk ke pucha, "Theek hai?" Maine uske kandhe kaat liye jawab mein.

Phir usne chalna shuru kiya. Conference table hilne lagi. Meri sari ke pallu floor pe gir gaya. Blouse upar khula pada. Meri chhati uske har dhakke se kaamp rahi thi. Usne ek haath se mera gala nahi dabaaya, sirf angutha meri hont pe rakh diya. Main us anguthe ko chusne lagi.

Position badli. Usne mujhe table se utara, window ke paas khada kiya. Sheeshe mein meri hi surat dikhi, bigdi hui, lipstick faili, aankhen geeli. Peeche Rohan tha, meri kamar pakde, neeche se maar raha tha. Bahar sadak thi, door. Koi nahi dekh sakta tha itni unchai se, lekin mere dimaag mein yeh khayal tha ki koi dekh le to bhi ab main rukne wali nahi.

Usne meri chut itni zor se li ki meri taangein thartharane lagi. Main haath sheeshe pe rakh ke khadi rahi. Har dhakke pe meri chhati sheeshe se takrati. Meri aawaz ab dabi nahi rahi. "Aur zor. Rohan, aur."

Woh jhuka, mere kaan mein bola, "Aaj ke baad aap mujhe sirf Rohan nahi kahogi office mein. Jab bhi file late hogi, aapko yaad aayega yeh table."

Main aa gayi. Pehli baar itni tez, itni geeli, itni bekaabu. Meri body uske lund ko pakad ke baithi rahi, spasms mein. Usne ruk ke nahi, tez kiya. Doosri wave aayi pehli ke upar.

Usne nikaala. Mujhe ghumaya. Meri ghutno pe main aa gayi table ke saamne. Usne lund mere munh mein diya, meri hi geelapan se slippery. Main chusi, aankh upar karke. Uske haath mere baal mein the, zor se nahi, bas hold. Jab uske pet ki nasen tight hui, usne nikaal ke meri chhati pe giraaya, garam, lamba. Main dekh ti rahi, jaise koi document sign ho raha ho mere jism pe.

Phir bhi khatam nahi hua. Das minute baad, jab maine tissue se khud ko saaf kiya, usne mujhe chair pe bithaya, meri taangein kholi, aur munh laga diya. Uske jeeb ne woh kaam kiya jo ungliyan nahi kar paayi thi. Main doosri baar aayi, haath uske baal mein, office ki chair pe, Diwali ke fairy lights door ke building pe chamakte hue.

Jab kapde theek kiye to pallu mein crease pad gayi thi jo nahi nikalegi. Maine blouse ke hook lagaye. Rohan ne meri mangalsutra seedhi ki, jaise woh bhi is raat ka hissa ho, koi virodh nahi.

"Kal morning meeting hai," usne kaha. "Aap late mat aana. Main coffee le aaunga. Extra doodh."

Main hasi, thaki hui, khuli hui. "Rohan, yeh sirf aaj thi."

Usne meri aankh mein dekha. "Aap yeh waali line pehle bhi bol chuki ho shayad, kisi aur ko, kisi aur raat. Aaj ke baad yeh line kamzor padegi."

Lift mein hum alag khade rahe. Security ne good night kaha. Bahar November ki thandi hawa thi. Mere phone pe pati ka missed call tha, do. Maine reply type kiya: Meeting late chali. Ab ghar aa rahi hun. Sleep well.

Ghar pahunch ke main shower mein khadi rahi. Paani garam tha. Meri taangon ke beech ab bhi uska ehsaas tha, thoda soojan, thoda khali. Maine aaine mein khud ko dekha. Wahi Kavita, wahi bindi, wahi sindoor ki line. Lekin aankhon ke peeche koi naya room khul gaya tha jisme conference table thi aur dim lights thi.

Agle din office mein sab normal tha. Client ne revised sheet approve kar di. Bonus list nikal aayi. Meri naam pe achha figure tha. Rohan ne mere cubicle ke paas se jaate hue sirf itna kaha, "File folder mein extra copy rakh di hai. Kabhi night shift lage to kaam aa sakti hai."

Maine uski taraf dekha. Uske gale mein meri lipstick ka halka sa nishaan nahi tha. Sab saaf tha. Sirf meri memory gandi thi, aur main chahti thi ki gandi hi rahe.

Hafte bhar baad ek aur late night aayi. Is baar server room ke paas wali chhoti meeting cabin. Is baar usne mujhe khada karke liya, meri sari ko kamar pe bandh ke, taangein kholi hui. Main munh dabaye khadi rahi kyunki corridor mein cleaner ghoom raha tha. Jab cleaner nikal gaya, Rohan ne meri chut pe thappad maara, halka, phir andar ghusa. Main uske kandhe mein daant gaad ke aayi.

Teen hafte baad humne rules banaye. Koi message nahi office id pe. Koi lift mein haath nahi. Sirf woh raatein jab building almost so jaati. Main ghar jaake khana garam karti, bacchon se video call karti, pati se weather ki baat karti. Phir bed pe let ke sochti ki kal kaun si table khali hogi.

Ek raat Rohan ne pucha, "Aap guilt feel karti ho?"

Maine ceiling dekhi, cabin ki. "Guilt subah aata hai. Raat ko sirf body aati hai. Subah main dono ko sambhalti hun."

Usne mera chehra pakda. "Main aapko todna nahi chahta. Main aapko yaad dilana chahta hun ki aap abhi bhi todne layak ho."

Woh line meri saans rok gayi. Main uske upar chadh gayi, sari still on, panty side, aur khud ko uspe baithe baithe hilaaya jab tak dono ka time nahi aa gaya. Usne meri kamar itni zor se pakdi ki agle din blouse ke neeche nishaan the. Maine nishaan chhupaye. Maine nishaan rake bhi.

Diwali ke din ghar pe diya jala. Pati video se muskuraaya. Bacche sweets dikhane lage. Main muskurayi. Camera ke peeche meri taangein thodi si dard kar rahi thi last night ki wajah se. Woh dard ek chhupi hui diwali thi jo sirf main jaanti thi.

Saal ke end tak yeh silsila chala. Kabhi store room, kabhi terrace ke door ke peeche jahan smoking allowed nahi thi. Har baar thoda alag. Kabhi woh mujhe control karta, kabhi main uske baal kheench ke uska munh apni taraf karti. Hum dono jaante the yeh forever nahi hai. Transfers hote hain. Pati wapas aate hain. Bacche ghar aate hain.

Last baar conference room mein hi hua, wahi kaala glass, wahi dimmer. Usne meri sari dubara table pe failayi. Pallu ke kono ko usne itne carefully set kiya jaise koi presentation slide. Phir usne mujhe liya, dheere, lamba, bina jaldi ke, jaise last slide ho.

Baad mein usne kaha, "Aapki file mein meri signature nahi hogi. Lekin aapki body ab meri language padh leti hai."

Maine uska chehra haath mein liya. "Rohan, next company mein bhi extra doodh wali coffee banana seekh lena."

Woh hasa. Humne lights on ki. File pack ki. Lift alag alag li, is baar jaan boojh ke.

Ghar ke raste pe main sochti rahi. Shaadi toot nahi gayi. Main bhi toot nahi gayi. Bas ek extra room ban gaya andar, jisme conference table hai, peeli light hai, aur ek aadmi hai jo meri kaanpti ungliyon ko tab pakadta hai jab duniya so rahi hoti hai.

Kabhi kabhi late night jab pati so jaate hain, main kitchen ki light band karti hun aur table ke kinare haath feriti hun. Wahan koi pallu nahi hota. Phir bhi body yaad kar leti hai. Aur main us yaad ko dosh nahi deti. Main usyaad ko apna bonus maanti hun, jo kisi payslip mein nahi chhapa, lekin jo meri raaton ko ab bhi garam rakhta hai.

Yeh kahani kisi ko nahi batane wali. Yeh sirf un auraton ke liye hai jo lunch box mein thepla rakhte hue bhi jaanti hain ki unke blouse ke hook ke peeche abhi bhi ek poori raat samayi ho sakti hai. Aur un mardon ke liye jo numbers ke peeche ek aurat ki kaanpti saans sun lete hain.

Ahmedabad ki woh building ab bhi raat ko thodi jalti hai. Main ab wahan nahi hun. Transfer ho gaya. Nayi city, naya cabin. Lekin jab bhi koi junior extra doodh wali coffee laata hai, meri kamar mein woh purana dimmer click karta hai. Aur main muskurati hun, chupke, jaise koi secret appraisal ab bhi mere hisaab mein chal raha ho.