WARNING
Readers/Visitors, This is an adult gay site and you may find things here which may not appear proper to you, therfore you are requested not to proceed further if you feel offended by gay sex. The stories here are purely fictional and any resemblance is purely incidental.
mere kisi bhi reaction se pahale mere dimaag ne mujhe zor se daantaa ki main use kuchh maaloom nahin padane doon. aur main usase lipat jaane ki tamannaa ko kisi tarah maar kar chupchaap use dekhataa rahaa. khushi to mainne chhupaa li, par meri hairaani nahin chhup paayi thi.
ye to chaand kaa judawaa bhaaee hi lag rahaa thaa. wahi kad kaathi, waise hi nain-naqsh. farq sirf itane the ki mere chaand ke baal kaale the, aur isake sunahare. mere chaand ki aankhein kaali theen, aur isaki neeli.
wo shaayad hamaare us common dost ko akelaa soch kar aise chalaa aayaa thaa. mujhe dekh kar wo bhi sakpakaa gayaa thaa. usane meri bhi hairaani notice kari. usaki aankhein sikudin. wo mujhe pahachaanane ki aur meri hairaani kaa matalab nikaalane ki qoshish kar rahaa thaa.
use shaayad lagaa ki main use aise adhnangaa dekh kar hairaan ho gayaa hoon. usane baat sambhaalane ki qoshish kari. usane filmi adaa mein apane kandhe uchakaa kar apani donon hatheliyaan oopar kar ke phailaa dee, aur phir naqali serious ho kar bolaa, "mere aur shahrukh khan ke saath aksar aisaa hotaa hai. log hamein dekhate hain aur phir dekhate hi rah jaate hain." wo muskuraayaa.
main muskuraayaa. dil se muskuraayaa. dil ki gaharaaeyon se muskuraayaa. teen saal se main bhagawaan se praarthanaa kar rahaa thaa ki use mujhase milaa de, aur aaj bhagwaan ne meri sun li thi.
mainne haath badhaayaa, "Hello, I am Ankit Gupta."
usane apane geele haath mein meraa haath liyaa aur shake kiyaa, "Hello, I am Tabbu." aur phir wo jaldi se bolaa, "wo 'ruk-ruk-ruk, are baba ruk' waali nahin. achchhaa khaasaa naam, Aaftaab, hai. jaalim jamaane ne mujhe tabbu banaa diyaa." wo hansaa. usane aise kahaa thaa jaise film mein heroine kahati hai ki mujhe naachane waali banaa diyaa.
main bhi hanaa. mainne tay kiyaa ki baat-cheet kaa control usake paas hi rahane doongaa. meri extra-aklmandi mein mere munh se kuchh nikal gayaa to wo samajh sakataa thaa.
yah to mainne use dekhate hi tay kar liyaa thaa ki main yahaan shift karane jaa rahaa hoon. par wo to andar bhi nahin le jaa rahaa thaa. darawaaze ke beech mein dantaa khadaa thaa.
wo mere aas-paas dekhane lagaa.
tab mujhe dhyaan aayaa ki abhi use to mere aane ke baare mein kuchh maaloom hi nahin thaa.
mainne kahaa, "usakaa koi call aayaa, use jaanaa padaa. mainne kuchh din pahale yahaan ek job join kiyaa hai. abhi hotel mein hoon. room dekh rahaa thaa. isaliye wo tumase milaane laayaa thaa."
wo thodaa sakpakaayaa, usane kuchh sochaa, phir bolaa, "usane tumhein bataayaa hogaa?"
mainne kahaa, "ki tum gay ho? bataayaa hai."
usake kahaa, "tumhein koi dikkat nahin?"
mainne kahaa, "nahin."
usane poochhaa, "tum gay ho?"
meri phat gaee. kyaa pahali mulaaqaat mein jhooth bolanaa padegaa? aur main haan kahataa to bhi jhooth thaa, na kahataa to bhi.
mainne jhijhakate huye kahaa, "nahin."
wo bolaa, "tab to mujhe problem hai, yaar. main kisi gay ke saath hi rahanaa chaahataa hoon. wo bhi open gay ke saath hi. dhake-chhupe ke saath bhi nahin."
mujhe apani gay qualification bataani hi padi.
mainne jhijhakate huye kahaa, "ek experience rah chukaa hai. affair nahin, sirf ek raat kaa saath. kaee saal ho gaye. sach kahoon to achchhaa lagaa thaa. par phir kabhi try nahin kiyaa."
wo sharmindaa ho gayaa, bolaa, "sorry, yaar. meraa iraadaa tumhaare past ke baare mein khodane kaa nahin thaa. dekh, main to sabako bataa detaa hoon ki main gay hoon. isaliye mere saath jo bhi rahegaa use social-backlash kaa saamanaa karanaa padegaa. main aur tum bhale hi aapas mein sex na karein, par log to yahi sochenge ki ham karate honge. aur phir log tumhein pareshaan karenge. isiliye main kisi open gay ke saath rahanaa chaahataa tha jise maaloom ho ki use kyaa face karanaa padegaa."
he bhagwaan. meri madad kar. main isase kyaa kahoon? main ise kaise samajhaaoon ki mujhe isi ke saath rahanaa hai?
wo darawaaze se hataa, aur bolaa, "khair. aao."
main bheetar gayaa.
aur meri phat gayee.
wo to mere chaand kaa room thaa.
nahin. meraa matalab hai ki wo ek alag room thaa, par usamein zyaadaatar saamaan mere chaand kaa thaa.
poore farsh par kaaleen. deewaaron aur chhat par wall-papers. 29 inch kaa TV. DVD player. deck, shaayad utane hi speakers ke saath. handicam. computer. double bed. sofaa, do chairs. AC. heat conveyor. gas, 300 liter kaa fridge, microwave, aur bhi jaane kyaa-kyaa thaa.
sab kuchh jaise wahi. wahi brands, makes, wahi colors, designs.
kyaa mere chaand ne sab saamaan do-do khareede the, yaa, yaa, yaa...
aur tab mujhe dhyaan aayaa ki usane zyaadaatar saamaan arrange bhi lagbhag waise hi kiyaa thaa jaisaa mere chaand ke room mein thaa.
meri buri tarah phat gayee.
kisi shaq ki koi gunjaaish nahin thi.
isakaa ek hi matalab thaa.
use maaloom thaa.
main hairaani se har cheez ko dekh rahaa thaa.
usane meri hairaani notice kari. wo phir se muskuraate huye bolaa, "mere aur shahrukh khan ke saath aksar aisaa bhi hotaa hai."
shukr hai, wo meri hairaani ko room ki raeesi dekh kar huyi hairaani samajhaa thaa.
main relax huaa.
mainne deewaron ko gaur se dekhaa par mujhe kahin bhi camera yaa microphone nahin nazar aayaa.
usane kahaa, "baitho."
main 'usi' position mein rakhi, sofe ki 'usi' kursi par baith gayaa. wo aa kar mere bagal mein mere chaand ki tarah khadaa thaa. usane remote se TV on kiyaa. koi channel chalaa. volume bahut hi low thaa. usane remote rakhaa.
script change huyi. wo jaa kar mere saamane ki kursi par baith gayaa.
usakaa geelaa badan ab tak sookh chukaa thaa. baalon se kabhi-kabhi koi paani ki boond usake khule badan par phisalati huyi kamar par bandhe tauliye mein gir jaati thi.
mainne chaaron taraf dekhate huye kahaa, "itanaa sab?"
wo bolaa, "akelaa hoon. joruu naa jaataa, allah miyaan se naataa. ghar par paisaa bhejanaa nahin padataa. bachaanaa kisake liye hai? shaadi to karani nahin hai."
mainne chaunk kar usaki or dekhaa.
usane mujhe yaad dilaayaa, "bataayaa naa, yaar, ki main open-gay hoon. India mein gays ki shaadiyaan gair-qanooni hain. golden night jail mein manaani padati hai." wo hansaa, par usaki hansi mein ek dard thaa.
mainne kahaa, "migrate kar sakate ho. ab to kai countries mein gay marriages legal hain."
usane sab soch rakhaa thaa, "ab poochh rahaa hai to filmon waalaa dialogue sun. ek shaadi karane ke liye kyaa main apanaa ye watan chhod doon jisase meri saari yaadein judi huyi hain? meri yaadein hi to meri tanhaa zindagi kaa eklautaa saramaayaa hain." wo muskuraayaa par usaki aankhein kah rahi thin ki usane sach kahaa thaa.
kyaa mujhe usake parents, bhaaee, bahan ke baare mein poochhanaa chaahiye. meri phat gaee.
phir wo pal guzar gayaa jab parents, bhaaee, bahan ke baare mein poochhanaa laazami hotaa. main bach gayaa.
mainne kahaa, "ek bachchaa god le le."
wo chaunk gayaa. use meri baat par yaqeen hi nahin huaa, par usake chehare par khushi thi, wo bolaa, "kyaa?"
mainne kahaa, "haan. mainne apane us experience ke baad apane baare mein bahut sochaa thaa ki kyaa main gay hoon. par mainne paayaa ki mere man mein kisi se sex karane ki koi lalak nahin thi, ladakon ke saath to nahin, ladakiyon ke saath bhi nahin. tab mainne sochaa thaa ki main shaadi nahin karoongaa aur kisi anaath bachche ko god le kar paaloongaa."
wo khush ho gayaa, aa kar meri kursi ke hatthe par baith gayaa. usane kahaa, "yaar, yah to soch ki meraa life-style ko dekh kar wo bachchaa bhi gay ban sakataa hai?"
mainne kahaa, "jab apane poore samaaj kaa straight life-style dekh kar bhi bachche gay ban jaate hain, to life-style dekhane se gay banane mein koi rishtaa dikhataa to nahin hai."
usane soch kar haan mein sar hilaayaa, khush ho kar bolaa, "yaar, yah to toone bahut achchhi baat bataaee. thanks yaar. main is par zaroor sochoongaa. par abhi to main khud hi bachchaa hoon, aise log dhoondhataa rahataa hoon jo mujhe god le lein." wo kaee matalab waali hansi hansaa.
main samajhate huye muskuraayaa.
wo ekdam se uthaa, bolaa, "coffee to piyegaa naa?"
wo mujhe zahar bhi pilaataa to main peetaa. mainne haan mein sar hilaayaa. main bhi uthaa. ham donon kitchen mein gaye.
mainne kahaa, "main banaataa hoon."
usane muskuraate huye kahaa, "maskaa mat maar. jab mainne kah diyaa ki main apane saath rakh kar tere liye dikkatein nahin khadi kar sakataa, to yahi final hai. agar too kabhi gay banaa, wo bhi open-gay. tab milanaa."
mainne hataashaa se sochaa, ab main ise kaise samajhaaoon ki meraa usake saath rahanaa kitanaa zaroori thaa?
mainne kahaa, "agar theek samajh to kuchh dinon ke liye hi shift kar lene de. itane din se hotel mein padaa hoon, bilkul achchhaa nahin lag rahaa hai. I promise ki main jaldi se doosaraa room dhoondh kar shift kar jaaoongaa. please yaar."
kyaa main gidgidaa rahaa thaa?
main kisi tarah muskuraayaa. mainne kahaa, "aur haan, main promise karataa hoon ki main tujhe seduce karane ki qoshish nahin karoongaa."
usane mujhe naqali gusse mein ghooraa, phir wahin se mere seene par dikhaane ki boxing karataa huaa bolaa, "teri to."
ham donon hanse.
mainne kahaa, "main yah bhi promise karataa hoon ki mere rahane se teri privacy par to koi asar nahin aayegaa?"
usaki samajh mein nahin aayaa. usane mujhe dekhaa. usane sochaa. usaki samajh mein aayaa.
wo hansaa, bolaa "abe, mujhe paagal samajh rakhaa hai jo main apane partners ko yahaan laa kar sex karoon?"
main sharmaate huye farmaaishi muskuraahat muskuraayaa.
usane samajhaayaa, "ghar kaa raastaa dekhane ke baad kuchh log to chipak jaate hain. aur phir yah sab aish-o-aaraam. shahar mein bahut se hotel hain. wahaan le jaanaa safe rahataa hai. jab marzi ho pick karo, jab bore ho jaao tab calls attend mat karo."
mainne kahaa, "koi regular partner nahin rahaa."
wo wolaa, "main abhi do saal pahale hi to open huaa hoon. pahale main bhi phattoo thaa. chhup-chhup kar karataa thaa. ab sochanaa shuru kiyaa hai long-term partner ke liye."
coffee ban gaee thee. khoob saaraa naashtaa nikaalaa.
fridge mein daaroo ki ek bhi bottle nahin thi. us raat se meraa peenaa lagbhag chhoot gayaa thaa. haan, partiyon mein saath dene ke liye ek peg ko ghanton chalaa letaa thaa.
ham donon ne khaayaa-piya.
usane kahaa, "apane baare mein kuchh bataa."
mainne bataayaa. apane shahar kaa naam, family ke baare mein, engineering, US, M.S., company, job, salary.
wo bilkul impress nahin huaa thaa. wo jin haalat se guzar kar is level tak pahunchaa thaa usake saamane meraa har achievement ek cake-walk thaa.
usane kahaa, "B.E. kahaan se kiyaa."
usane pakad liyaa thaa ki mainne yah nahin bataayaa thaa.
mainne shahar kaa naam bataayaa.
usaki aankhon mein bahut kuchh ubharaa.
usaki aankhon mein bahut kuchh doobaa.
meri phat gaee.
use maaloom thaa.
he bhagwaan.
aur phir usane itani jaldi se bolaa ki use dar ho ki agar usane abhi nahin bolaa to wo apanaa faisalaa badal degaa. usake bolaa, "Theek hai. too shift kar le. aur haan, jab shift kar hi rahaa hai to ise temporary mat samajh. meri taraf se too jab tak chaahe, rah sakataa hai. par, promise kar, ki agar tujhe kabhi koi problem hui to too
jhijhakegaa nahin aur kisi achchhi jagah shift kar jaayegaa. I will understand."
koi bhi problem ho, main ab usase kabhi alag nahin hone waalaa thaa.
mainne haan mein sar hilaayaa, kahaa, "thanks, yaar."
aur baatein huyin. usane sirf itanaa bataayaa ki usake parents, bhaaee, bahan sab mar chuke hain.
mainne sorry bolaa.
mainne usake kuchh bolane kaa intazaar kiyaa.
usane kuchh nahin bolaa.
mainne shuqr manaayaa.
usane mechanical mein BE, aur phir ME kiyaa thaa, mere years mein hi. yahaan naukari karataa thaa.
wo khadaa huaa, bolaa, "chal. teraa saamaan le aate hain. mirzaa gaalib kaa sher hai naa, kaalh kare so aaj kar."
ham donon hanse.
usane phataaphat ek gol gale waali, binaa sleeves ki baniyaan pahani. wahi jo meraa chaand us raat pahane thaa aur jisamein usane apanaa sadakaa mere chehare aur badan se ponchhaa thaa.
phir usane ek skin tight jeans chadhaaee. wahi jise mainne us raat apane chaand ke badan se utaaraa thaa. usamein wahi belt lagi huyi thi jise mainne us raat kholaa thaa.
usane moze, joote pahane, wahi jo meraa chaand us raat pahane thaa.
usane phataaphat baal banaaye.
usane ek leather jacket pahanaa. yah koi doosaraa jacket thaa.
mujhe usakaa leather jacket use waapas karanaa thaa.
ham baahar nikale.
usane jeb se bike ki key nikaali aur jaakar mere chaand ki bike par rukaa. nahin, isakaa number alag thaa. par thi wahi make, wahi color.
phir usane kuchh sochaa aur key phir se jeb mein daal li, bolaa, "taxi par chalate hain."
main usake yahaan shift ho gayaa.
Readers/Visitors, This is an adult gay site and you may find things here which may not appear proper to you, therfore you are requested not to proceed further if you feel offended by gay sex. The stories here are purely fictional and any resemblance is purely incidental.
mere kisi bhi reaction se pahale mere dimaag ne mujhe zor se daantaa ki main use kuchh maaloom nahin padane doon. aur main usase lipat jaane ki tamannaa ko kisi tarah maar kar chupchaap use dekhataa rahaa. khushi to mainne chhupaa li, par meri hairaani nahin chhup paayi thi.
ye to chaand kaa judawaa bhaaee hi lag rahaa thaa. wahi kad kaathi, waise hi nain-naqsh. farq sirf itane the ki mere chaand ke baal kaale the, aur isake sunahare. mere chaand ki aankhein kaali theen, aur isaki neeli.
wo shaayad hamaare us common dost ko akelaa soch kar aise chalaa aayaa thaa. mujhe dekh kar wo bhi sakpakaa gayaa thaa. usane meri bhi hairaani notice kari. usaki aankhein sikudin. wo mujhe pahachaanane ki aur meri hairaani kaa matalab nikaalane ki qoshish kar rahaa thaa.
use shaayad lagaa ki main use aise adhnangaa dekh kar hairaan ho gayaa hoon. usane baat sambhaalane ki qoshish kari. usane filmi adaa mein apane kandhe uchakaa kar apani donon hatheliyaan oopar kar ke phailaa dee, aur phir naqali serious ho kar bolaa, "mere aur shahrukh khan ke saath aksar aisaa hotaa hai. log hamein dekhate hain aur phir dekhate hi rah jaate hain." wo muskuraayaa.
main muskuraayaa. dil se muskuraayaa. dil ki gaharaaeyon se muskuraayaa. teen saal se main bhagawaan se praarthanaa kar rahaa thaa ki use mujhase milaa de, aur aaj bhagwaan ne meri sun li thi.
mainne haath badhaayaa, "Hello, I am Ankit Gupta."
usane apane geele haath mein meraa haath liyaa aur shake kiyaa, "Hello, I am Tabbu." aur phir wo jaldi se bolaa, "wo 'ruk-ruk-ruk, are baba ruk' waali nahin. achchhaa khaasaa naam, Aaftaab, hai. jaalim jamaane ne mujhe tabbu banaa diyaa." wo hansaa. usane aise kahaa thaa jaise film mein heroine kahati hai ki mujhe naachane waali banaa diyaa.
main bhi hanaa. mainne tay kiyaa ki baat-cheet kaa control usake paas hi rahane doongaa. meri extra-aklmandi mein mere munh se kuchh nikal gayaa to wo samajh sakataa thaa.
yah to mainne use dekhate hi tay kar liyaa thaa ki main yahaan shift karane jaa rahaa hoon. par wo to andar bhi nahin le jaa rahaa thaa. darawaaze ke beech mein dantaa khadaa thaa.
wo mere aas-paas dekhane lagaa.
tab mujhe dhyaan aayaa ki abhi use to mere aane ke baare mein kuchh maaloom hi nahin thaa.
mainne kahaa, "usakaa koi call aayaa, use jaanaa padaa. mainne kuchh din pahale yahaan ek job join kiyaa hai. abhi hotel mein hoon. room dekh rahaa thaa. isaliye wo tumase milaane laayaa thaa."
wo thodaa sakpakaayaa, usane kuchh sochaa, phir bolaa, "usane tumhein bataayaa hogaa?"
mainne kahaa, "ki tum gay ho? bataayaa hai."
usake kahaa, "tumhein koi dikkat nahin?"
mainne kahaa, "nahin."
usane poochhaa, "tum gay ho?"
meri phat gaee. kyaa pahali mulaaqaat mein jhooth bolanaa padegaa? aur main haan kahataa to bhi jhooth thaa, na kahataa to bhi.
mainne jhijhakate huye kahaa, "nahin."
wo bolaa, "tab to mujhe problem hai, yaar. main kisi gay ke saath hi rahanaa chaahataa hoon. wo bhi open gay ke saath hi. dhake-chhupe ke saath bhi nahin."
mujhe apani gay qualification bataani hi padi.
mainne jhijhakate huye kahaa, "ek experience rah chukaa hai. affair nahin, sirf ek raat kaa saath. kaee saal ho gaye. sach kahoon to achchhaa lagaa thaa. par phir kabhi try nahin kiyaa."
wo sharmindaa ho gayaa, bolaa, "sorry, yaar. meraa iraadaa tumhaare past ke baare mein khodane kaa nahin thaa. dekh, main to sabako bataa detaa hoon ki main gay hoon. isaliye mere saath jo bhi rahegaa use social-backlash kaa saamanaa karanaa padegaa. main aur tum bhale hi aapas mein sex na karein, par log to yahi sochenge ki ham karate honge. aur phir log tumhein pareshaan karenge. isiliye main kisi open gay ke saath rahanaa chaahataa tha jise maaloom ho ki use kyaa face karanaa padegaa."
he bhagwaan. meri madad kar. main isase kyaa kahoon? main ise kaise samajhaaoon ki mujhe isi ke saath rahanaa hai?
wo darawaaze se hataa, aur bolaa, "khair. aao."
main bheetar gayaa.
aur meri phat gayee.
wo to mere chaand kaa room thaa.
nahin. meraa matalab hai ki wo ek alag room thaa, par usamein zyaadaatar saamaan mere chaand kaa thaa.
poore farsh par kaaleen. deewaaron aur chhat par wall-papers. 29 inch kaa TV. DVD player. deck, shaayad utane hi speakers ke saath. handicam. computer. double bed. sofaa, do chairs. AC. heat conveyor. gas, 300 liter kaa fridge, microwave, aur bhi jaane kyaa-kyaa thaa.
sab kuchh jaise wahi. wahi brands, makes, wahi colors, designs.
kyaa mere chaand ne sab saamaan do-do khareede the, yaa, yaa, yaa...
aur tab mujhe dhyaan aayaa ki usane zyaadaatar saamaan arrange bhi lagbhag waise hi kiyaa thaa jaisaa mere chaand ke room mein thaa.
meri buri tarah phat gayee.
kisi shaq ki koi gunjaaish nahin thi.
isakaa ek hi matalab thaa.
use maaloom thaa.
main hairaani se har cheez ko dekh rahaa thaa.
usane meri hairaani notice kari. wo phir se muskuraate huye bolaa, "mere aur shahrukh khan ke saath aksar aisaa bhi hotaa hai."
shukr hai, wo meri hairaani ko room ki raeesi dekh kar huyi hairaani samajhaa thaa.
main relax huaa.
mainne deewaron ko gaur se dekhaa par mujhe kahin bhi camera yaa microphone nahin nazar aayaa.
usane kahaa, "baitho."
main 'usi' position mein rakhi, sofe ki 'usi' kursi par baith gayaa. wo aa kar mere bagal mein mere chaand ki tarah khadaa thaa. usane remote se TV on kiyaa. koi channel chalaa. volume bahut hi low thaa. usane remote rakhaa.
script change huyi. wo jaa kar mere saamane ki kursi par baith gayaa.
usakaa geelaa badan ab tak sookh chukaa thaa. baalon se kabhi-kabhi koi paani ki boond usake khule badan par phisalati huyi kamar par bandhe tauliye mein gir jaati thi.
mainne chaaron taraf dekhate huye kahaa, "itanaa sab?"
wo bolaa, "akelaa hoon. joruu naa jaataa, allah miyaan se naataa. ghar par paisaa bhejanaa nahin padataa. bachaanaa kisake liye hai? shaadi to karani nahin hai."
mainne chaunk kar usaki or dekhaa.
usane mujhe yaad dilaayaa, "bataayaa naa, yaar, ki main open-gay hoon. India mein gays ki shaadiyaan gair-qanooni hain. golden night jail mein manaani padati hai." wo hansaa, par usaki hansi mein ek dard thaa.
mainne kahaa, "migrate kar sakate ho. ab to kai countries mein gay marriages legal hain."
usane sab soch rakhaa thaa, "ab poochh rahaa hai to filmon waalaa dialogue sun. ek shaadi karane ke liye kyaa main apanaa ye watan chhod doon jisase meri saari yaadein judi huyi hain? meri yaadein hi to meri tanhaa zindagi kaa eklautaa saramaayaa hain." wo muskuraayaa par usaki aankhein kah rahi thin ki usane sach kahaa thaa.
kyaa mujhe usake parents, bhaaee, bahan ke baare mein poochhanaa chaahiye. meri phat gaee.
phir wo pal guzar gayaa jab parents, bhaaee, bahan ke baare mein poochhanaa laazami hotaa. main bach gayaa.
mainne kahaa, "ek bachchaa god le le."
wo chaunk gayaa. use meri baat par yaqeen hi nahin huaa, par usake chehare par khushi thi, wo bolaa, "kyaa?"
mainne kahaa, "haan. mainne apane us experience ke baad apane baare mein bahut sochaa thaa ki kyaa main gay hoon. par mainne paayaa ki mere man mein kisi se sex karane ki koi lalak nahin thi, ladakon ke saath to nahin, ladakiyon ke saath bhi nahin. tab mainne sochaa thaa ki main shaadi nahin karoongaa aur kisi anaath bachche ko god le kar paaloongaa."
wo khush ho gayaa, aa kar meri kursi ke hatthe par baith gayaa. usane kahaa, "yaar, yah to soch ki meraa life-style ko dekh kar wo bachchaa bhi gay ban sakataa hai?"
mainne kahaa, "jab apane poore samaaj kaa straight life-style dekh kar bhi bachche gay ban jaate hain, to life-style dekhane se gay banane mein koi rishtaa dikhataa to nahin hai."
usane soch kar haan mein sar hilaayaa, khush ho kar bolaa, "yaar, yah to toone bahut achchhi baat bataaee. thanks yaar. main is par zaroor sochoongaa. par abhi to main khud hi bachchaa hoon, aise log dhoondhataa rahataa hoon jo mujhe god le lein." wo kaee matalab waali hansi hansaa.
main samajhate huye muskuraayaa.
wo ekdam se uthaa, bolaa, "coffee to piyegaa naa?"
wo mujhe zahar bhi pilaataa to main peetaa. mainne haan mein sar hilaayaa. main bhi uthaa. ham donon kitchen mein gaye.
mainne kahaa, "main banaataa hoon."
usane muskuraate huye kahaa, "maskaa mat maar. jab mainne kah diyaa ki main apane saath rakh kar tere liye dikkatein nahin khadi kar sakataa, to yahi final hai. agar too kabhi gay banaa, wo bhi open-gay. tab milanaa."
mainne hataashaa se sochaa, ab main ise kaise samajhaaoon ki meraa usake saath rahanaa kitanaa zaroori thaa?
mainne kahaa, "agar theek samajh to kuchh dinon ke liye hi shift kar lene de. itane din se hotel mein padaa hoon, bilkul achchhaa nahin lag rahaa hai. I promise ki main jaldi se doosaraa room dhoondh kar shift kar jaaoongaa. please yaar."
kyaa main gidgidaa rahaa thaa?
main kisi tarah muskuraayaa. mainne kahaa, "aur haan, main promise karataa hoon ki main tujhe seduce karane ki qoshish nahin karoongaa."
usane mujhe naqali gusse mein ghooraa, phir wahin se mere seene par dikhaane ki boxing karataa huaa bolaa, "teri to."
ham donon hanse.
mainne kahaa, "main yah bhi promise karataa hoon ki mere rahane se teri privacy par to koi asar nahin aayegaa?"
usaki samajh mein nahin aayaa. usane mujhe dekhaa. usane sochaa. usaki samajh mein aayaa.
wo hansaa, bolaa "abe, mujhe paagal samajh rakhaa hai jo main apane partners ko yahaan laa kar sex karoon?"
main sharmaate huye farmaaishi muskuraahat muskuraayaa.
usane samajhaayaa, "ghar kaa raastaa dekhane ke baad kuchh log to chipak jaate hain. aur phir yah sab aish-o-aaraam. shahar mein bahut se hotel hain. wahaan le jaanaa safe rahataa hai. jab marzi ho pick karo, jab bore ho jaao tab calls attend mat karo."
mainne kahaa, "koi regular partner nahin rahaa."
wo wolaa, "main abhi do saal pahale hi to open huaa hoon. pahale main bhi phattoo thaa. chhup-chhup kar karataa thaa. ab sochanaa shuru kiyaa hai long-term partner ke liye."
coffee ban gaee thee. khoob saaraa naashtaa nikaalaa.
fridge mein daaroo ki ek bhi bottle nahin thi. us raat se meraa peenaa lagbhag chhoot gayaa thaa. haan, partiyon mein saath dene ke liye ek peg ko ghanton chalaa letaa thaa.
ham donon ne khaayaa-piya.
usane kahaa, "apane baare mein kuchh bataa."
mainne bataayaa. apane shahar kaa naam, family ke baare mein, engineering, US, M.S., company, job, salary.
wo bilkul impress nahin huaa thaa. wo jin haalat se guzar kar is level tak pahunchaa thaa usake saamane meraa har achievement ek cake-walk thaa.
usane kahaa, "B.E. kahaan se kiyaa."
usane pakad liyaa thaa ki mainne yah nahin bataayaa thaa.
mainne shahar kaa naam bataayaa.
usaki aankhon mein bahut kuchh ubharaa.
usaki aankhon mein bahut kuchh doobaa.
meri phat gaee.
use maaloom thaa.
he bhagwaan.
aur phir usane itani jaldi se bolaa ki use dar ho ki agar usane abhi nahin bolaa to wo apanaa faisalaa badal degaa. usake bolaa, "Theek hai. too shift kar le. aur haan, jab shift kar hi rahaa hai to ise temporary mat samajh. meri taraf se too jab tak chaahe, rah sakataa hai. par, promise kar, ki agar tujhe kabhi koi problem hui to too
jhijhakegaa nahin aur kisi achchhi jagah shift kar jaayegaa. I will understand."
koi bhi problem ho, main ab usase kabhi alag nahin hone waalaa thaa.
mainne haan mein sar hilaayaa, kahaa, "thanks, yaar."
aur baatein huyin. usane sirf itanaa bataayaa ki usake parents, bhaaee, bahan sab mar chuke hain.
mainne sorry bolaa.
mainne usake kuchh bolane kaa intazaar kiyaa.
usane kuchh nahin bolaa.
mainne shuqr manaayaa.
usane mechanical mein BE, aur phir ME kiyaa thaa, mere years mein hi. yahaan naukari karataa thaa.
wo khadaa huaa, bolaa, "chal. teraa saamaan le aate hain. mirzaa gaalib kaa sher hai naa, kaalh kare so aaj kar."
ham donon hanse.
usane phataaphat ek gol gale waali, binaa sleeves ki baniyaan pahani. wahi jo meraa chaand us raat pahane thaa aur jisamein usane apanaa sadakaa mere chehare aur badan se ponchhaa thaa.
phir usane ek skin tight jeans chadhaaee. wahi jise mainne us raat apane chaand ke badan se utaaraa thaa. usamein wahi belt lagi huyi thi jise mainne us raat kholaa thaa.
usane moze, joote pahane, wahi jo meraa chaand us raat pahane thaa.
usane phataaphat baal banaaye.
usane ek leather jacket pahanaa. yah koi doosaraa jacket thaa.
mujhe usakaa leather jacket use waapas karanaa thaa.
ham baahar nikale.
usane jeb se bike ki key nikaali aur jaakar mere chaand ki bike par rukaa. nahin, isakaa number alag thaa. par thi wahi make, wahi color.
phir usane kuchh sochaa aur key phir se jeb mein daal li, bolaa, "taxi par chalate hain."
main usake yahaan shift ho gayaa.
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