Mera naam Rihaaz hai. Main 28 saal ka hoon aur main ek painter hoon. Dil mein shaayari ki aag hai, aur zindagi ka rang dhundhne ko Dubai aa gaya hoon. Yahan ka sheher, yahan ki cheekhon mein dhadakti raat, meri kaavni pehli kitaab ka kaga hai. Akela hoon, par khali nahi. Mere palette mein rang bhare hain, aur mere dil mein ek khwaaish jo bas talaash me thi.
Ek shaam ko maine Dubai ki aisi beach par jaana jiska naam Jumeirah Beach tha, jahan neeche jaate hi dhund aur raat ka mishrit haath milta hai. Yahan door se Burj Khalifa chamk raha tha, jaise jameer ka chamchita. Paani ekdum shaant tha, bas leharon ka halka sa awaaz aata tha, jaise kisi ghumne ki daastan suna raha ho. Maine apni canvas liya aur rangon se duniya banana shuru kiya.
Tab hi maine use dekha. Ek aurat, bilkul akeli, paani ke kinare chal rahi thi. Usne teal color ka kaftan pehna hua tha, hawa mein uska kaftan lehrata hua uski body ko chhupa bhi nahi pa raha tha aur pesh kar bhi nahi pa raha tha. Uska kaala baal hawa mein ur raha tha. Wo thodi door par thi, par maine dekha ki uske chehre par ek ajeeb si shanti aur ek gehri udaasi thi. Uski aankhein jaisi humesha kisi talash mein chal rahi hoti hain. Wo andar hi andar khoee hui thi, jaise uska khoobsoorat ek daaman aur pareshaani ka ek aur daaman ho.
Maine chup chaap kaam kiya, par mera dhyan us par hi tha. Thodi der baad wo ek patthar par baith gayi aur paani ki taraf dekhne lagi. Main bhi chaar pahar se aage badha aur uske paas ek duri par baith gaya. Kuch der shaanti rahi. Bas paani ki lehrein, uske saans, aur meri meri kalpanayein.
Phir maine kaha, “Raat haseen hai, aapka iska ehsaan lagta hai.”
Usne mudkar dekha. Uski aankhein Surkh ki surkhon jaisi thi, gehri aur pyaare. Usne halki si muskuraahat di, muskuraahat bhi itni hui ki roothi hui baat man gayi ho. “Naam kya hai, painter saheb?” usne pucha.
“Rihaaz,” maine kaha. “Aur aap?”
“Sirat,” usne kaha.
“Sirat,” maine apne paan mein daanta, “naam hi dastan sunata hai.”
Sirat halki si hasi. “Tumhaare jaise logon ke liye shayr zindagi bhar talash karte rehte hain.”
Maine apni canvas aur rang dikhaye, “Yeh meri talash hai. Aapki talash kya hai, Sirat ji?”
Usne paani ki taraf ishara kiya. “Meri talash toh yahan reh gayi hai, Rihaaz. Is paani ne le liya hai sab kuch.” Phir ek lambe saans ke baad wo boli, “Meri shaadi ho gayi hai, ek shakhs se jo doosron mein shaamil nahi ho sakta. Meri talash sirf ek khushi ke liye hai, jo humesha door rehti hai.”
Uski baatein sunkar mera dil bhi ho gaya. Maine dheere se uska haath apne haathon mein liya. Usne nahi chheenaya. “Aik hi raat hai, Sirat. Is raat hamara apna hissa ho sakta hai. Koi kisi ko kuch nahi bataega.”
Usne aankhein band kar li aur fir khol di. Unmein ab bhi gehraai thi, par ek nai chamak bhi thi. “Chalo na Rihaaz,” usne dheere se kaha.
Maine use uthaya aur apni taraf kheench liya. Hum beach ke ek kone ki taraf chal diye, jahan puri tarah se andhera tha aur sirf chamakti duniya door door nazar aa rahi thi.
Wahan jate hi maine Sirat ko apni baahon mein bhar liya. Wo meri chhati se chipak gayi. Maine uski gardan par kiss kiya, uske baalon se khelkar maine hawa mein mohabbat ke jhonke bheje. Uska badan mere haathon mein ek ajeeb si dhadkan liye tha. Maine dheere se uska kaftan ka naara khol diya. Kaftan neeche gir gaya aur wo mere samne sirf black color ki bra aur panty mein khadi thi. Raat ki andheri mein uska gora rang ekdum chamak raha tha, jaise chaand ki kirnein.
Maine use dekha aur kaha, “Sirat, tum jaisi khubsurat cheez ko main sirf rangon mein hi tasveer sakta hoon.”
Sirat ne halki si muskuraahat di aur boli, “Aaj na ki sirf rang mein, apne jism mein bhi tasveer bana do, Rihaaz.”
Maine uski bra ka hook khol diya. Uske chuchiyan kadak hokar mere saamne aa gaye. Maine unhe apni jeebh se chatna shuru kiya. “Aaaahhh… Rihaaz… zor se choos…,” Sirat ne siskari bharti hui kahi.
Maine unhe chooste hue uski panty bhi utaar di. Uski chut par thode baal thay. Maine apni ungli uski chut mein daal di.
“Geeli ho gayi hai kya?” maine kaha.
“Tere liye hi geeli hai… pagal kar raha hai… meri pyaas bujha de…,” usne kaha.
Thodi der baad maine apna lund uski chut mein daala. “Ouch… dard ho raha hai…,” usne kaha.
“Aaram se hogi Sirat,” maine kaha dheere dheere jhatke lagate hue.
Thodi der baar dard kam hua aur Sirat bhi tezi se mere saath dene lagi. “Haan… chod mujhe… zor se… faad de… aaj teri raani hoon main… chod de is dulhan ko…,” usne zor se chillaya.
“Le jaaneman… le… mera lund… teri chut ki pyaas bujha de…,” maine kaha aur zor zor se dhakke lagane laga.
Humne poore 30 minute tak chudai ki. Sirat ne 2 baar jhad di. Maine bhi apna maal nikalne laga toh Sirat ne kaha, “Andar hi chhod de Rihaaz, main tere dil ki maan ban sakti hoon.”
Maine apna saara maal uske andar chhod diya. Hum dono thak kar paani ke paas baithe gaye, lehron se dhoobte hue. Sirat ne mujhe apni baahon mein liya aur kaha, “Rihaaz, aaj tune meri zindagi ka asli rang bhar diya. Ab jab bhi raat hogi aur main akeli hungi, toh yeh lehren teri yaad dena.”
Maine uski chutad par haath phera aur kaha, “Aur main jab bhi canvas uthaunga, toh woh teri hi tasveer banegi, Sirat.”
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