Ananya Banerjee 20 saal ki thi. Presidency University mein master’s first year. Bahut simple ladki — salwar-kurti, long braid, spectacles. Ghar wale North Kolkata mein sochte the iske baad shaadi ho jayegi kisi engineer se.
Ishita Sen 21 ki thi. Same department, ek saal senior. Short hair, jeans, oversized shirt, wrist pe chhota tattoo jo ghar walo ko nahi pata. Canteen mein zor se hasati thi aur 11 baje ke baad terrace pe cigarette peeti thi.
Second semester mein woh roommate ban gayi. Room 214, third floor.
Pehle do hafta almost baat nahi hui. Ananya raat bhar padhti thi. Ishita late aati thi. Phir ek din light chali gayi. Candle jala ke floor pe baith gaye.
Ishita boli, “Tum itni serious kyun rehti ho hamesha?”
Ananya thoda muskuraayi. “Ghar pe sab ko lagta hai padhai ke alawa kuch sochna hi nahi chahiye.”
Ishita paas aa gayi. Candle ki roshni mein uski collarbone sharp dikh rahi thi. “Aur tum kya sochti ho?”
Ananya kuch nahi boli. Bas Ishita ke lips pe thodi der zyada dekh li.
Wahi se shuru hua.
Raat late tak jaagne lage. Ek plate maggi share karte. Table ke neeche Ishita ka knee Ananya ke knee se touch hota. Ananya ignore karti. Phir ek Friday Ishita thodi pee ke aayi aur Ananya ke bed pe baith gayi.
“Aaj yahan so jaaun? Meri bed pe AC nahi chal raha.”
Ananya ne haan bol diya. Dono face to face let gaye. Blanket ke neeche Ishita ka haath Ananya ki kamar pe aa gaya. Bas rakh ke. Ananya ka dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha.
Ishita ne dheere se kaha, “Tumhari skin itni soft hai yaar.”
Ananya ne haath nahi hataya.
Pehla kiss agle raat hua. Light band thi. Ishita ne lean karke Ananya ke lips pe apne lips rakh diye. Pehle soft. Phir Ananya ke lips khul gaye aur Ishita ki jeebh andar chali gayi. Ananya ne halki si awaaz nikaali. Ishita ka haath nightie ke andar jaake uske boobs pe aa gaya.
“Yeh theek hai?” Ishita ne poocha.
Ananya ne sir hilaaya. “Haan…”
Ishita ne nightie upar kar di. Bra nahi thi. Ishita ne nipple muh mein leke chusna shuru kar diya — pehle dheere, phir zor se. Ananya ki back arch ho gayi. Uski ungliyan Ishita ke short hair mein phans gayi.
Us raat full sex nahi hua. Sirf kissing aur touching. Ishita ki ungliyan panty ke upar se hi ghumti rahi jab tak Ananya pillow mein muh daba ke aa nahi gayi.
Uske baad rukna mushkil ho gaya.
Agle din shaam ko 8 baje door lock kar diya. Ananya abhi bhi college wali salwar mein thi. Ishita ne use deewar se sata diya aur kurti ke buttons kholne lagi. Boobs nikaal ke dono haathon se dabaye.
“Itne bade boobs chhupa ke rakhti ho tum,” Ishita boli. “Roz dekh ke pagal ho jaati hoon.”
Woh ghutno ke bal baith gayi, salwar-panty ek saath khinch li, aur seedha muh laga diya. Ananya ko deewar pakadni padi. Ishita pehle dheere chat rahi thi, phir jeebh andar daal di, phir clit pe suck karne lagi. Ananya ki jaanghein kaapne lagi.
“Ishita… ruk… main—”
Ishita nahi ruki. Do ungliyan andar daal di aur clit pe jeebh chalta raha. Ananya khadi-khadi hi aa gayi, ek haath muh pe rakh ke.
Phir bed pe aa gaye. Ishita ne kapde utaar diye. Ananya ne pehli baar kisi ladki ko aise nangi dekha. Usne Ishita ke boobs touch kiye, phir neeche haath le gayi. Ishita ne uska haath guide kiya.
“Idhar. Bilkul yahan.”
Ananya ki ungliyan turant geeli ho gayi. Woh wahi copy karne lagi jo Ishita ne kiya tha. Ishita let gayi aur taangein faila di. Ananya ne muh laga diya. Pehle thoda awkward, phir rhythm mil gaya. Ishita ne uska sir pakad liya aur hips hilane lagi.
“Haan… aise hi… meri chut chat lo…”
Ananya ko sirf yeh sunke hi dubara geela feel hone laga. Usne aur zor se chusa. Ishita uske muh pe hi aa gayi.
Uske baad 69 kiya. Ananya upar, Ishita neeche se chat rahi thi. Dono ke muh pe ek doosri ki juices thi.
Phir scissoring. Taangein lock karke clit se clit ragadte rahe. Ananya pehle aayi, phir Ishita, phir dono phir se karte rahe jab tak body sensitize nahi ho gayi.
Nangi hi so gaye. Ananya ka sir Ishita ki chest pe.
Phir yeh har raat hone laga.
Kabhi dopahar mein jab hostel khali hota. Ishita class se aati, door lock karti, Ananya ko table pe litati aur padhte-padhte hi uski chut chatne lagti. Ananya ke notebooks kai baar geele ho gaye.
Ek Saturday library ke purane stacks mein gaye. Koi nahi aata tha. Ishita ne Ananya ko journals ke peeche le jaake kurti upar ki aur teen ungliyon se khade-khade choda. Ananya ne Ishita ke shoulder pe daant rakh liye taaki awaaz na nikle. Jab aayi to almost gir hi gayi. Ishita ne apni ungliyan chat ke saaf kiya aur boli, “Ab hostel jaake properly karenge.”
Aur kiya. Kaafi der tak.
Ananya chhote kurtis pehenne lagi. Ishita hickeys chhodne lagi jahan dupatta chhupa de. Gariahat se chhota sa lube le aayi thi, medical shop se, bahana bana ke.
Ek raat Ananya ne poocha, “Hum yeh kya kar rahe hain?”
Ishita uske andar do ungliyan daale dheere hilati hui boli, “Jo bahut achha lag raha hai.”
“Ghar wale…”
“Ghar walo ko nahi pata chalega.” Ishita ne uski gardan chumi. “Yahan sirf hum dono hain.”
Ananya unhi lafzoun pe dubara aa gayi.
Jo videos dekhte the phone pe (volume off karke), sab try kiya. Ananya Ishita ke muh pe baithna, chhota toy use karna, bathroom mein dinner time pe ek doosri ko finger karna, Ananya ka Ishita ki thigh pe sit karke aana.
Jab pehli baar Ananya ne “I love you” kaha, tab Ishita uski chut chat rahi thi. Ishita ne upar dekha, muh geela, aur boli, “Main bhi.”
University ke baad kya hoga, yeh baat nahi ki. Bas karte rahe. Har raat door lock, lights off ya on, do Bengali ladkiyan Kolkata ke chhote se hostel room mein ek doosre ko chodti rahi jaise saalon se wait kar rahi thin.
Kabhi subah Ananya uthati to Ishita pehle se hi uski taangon ke beech hoti, chat rahi hoti. Kabhi raat ko khatam karke bees minute baad phir shuru kar deti kyunki haath nahi hat rahe hote.
Ananya ke ghar wale abhi bhi sochte the woh sirf padhai kar rahi hai. Ishita ke ghar wale sochte the master’s ke baad settle ho jayegi.
Room 214 mein unhe farak nahi padta tha.
Woh bas karti rahi.
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