Hotel-e ak Raat

Train ta chakdah te ese theme galo. Sunlam samner station-e ekta malgari ultiye giyeche. Tai train ar jabe na. Geleo kokhon jabe kono thik nei. Rat nota baje. Aj seet tao besh jakiye poreche. Platform-e dariye chinta korchi. Ei rate bus pabo kina, ba peleo tate uthte parbo kina, ei shob chinta korchi. Emon samoy paser kamra theke ek meyeli konther dak sune takiye dekhi ananya. Ananya amar bou

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Train ta chakdah te ese theme galo. Sunlam samner station-e ekta malgari ultiye giyeche. Tai train ar jabe na. Geleo kokhon jabe kono thik nei. Rat nota baje. Aj seet tao besh jakiye poreche. Platform-e dariye chinta korchi. Ei rate bus pabo kina, ba peleo tate uthte parbo kina, ei shob chinta korchi. Emon samoy paser kamra theke ek meyeli konther dak sune takiye dekhi ananya. Ananya amar bou er bandhobi. Amader para tei thake. Dekhte khub-i sundori ar bhision sexy. Ami sekhor chakrovorty, ekta choto private firm-e chakri kori. Kolkata te ahmarst street-e nijer bari. Amar stri bela sealdah te ekta primary school er teacher. Bhari misti chotto meye bulti ke niye amader sukher sansar. Amar nijer rojgar temon beshi na holeo, dujoner rojgare motamuti chole jai sansar ta. Amader bari theke koyek ta bari porei shankar ar ananya thake. Oder bochor pnachek age biye holeo ekhono kono bachha kachha hoi ni. Sekhor boro businessman, prochur poisa. Amader duto family-r modhye jatayat achhe ar ananya ebong bela khub close friend. Ananya-r gola sune ami egiye giye or songe kotha bola suru korlam. Bhablam tao bhalo ekjon chena kauke peyechi ei oporichto jaiga te. Ami: ‘ki baper. Eto rate kotha theke?’ Ananya: ‘sokale ranaghat giyechilam osustho mama sosur ke dekhte. Ekhon phirchi. Ta tumi kothay giyechile sekhorda? Ami: ‘ami krishnagar giyechilam. Office er kaje. Ekta payment ante. Kintu train to ar jabe na sunlam. Ekhon ki korbe?’ Ananya: ‘tai to. Ekhon ki korbo?’ Ami: ‘ki ar korbe? Sararat train ei katate hobe. Tarpor sokale train charle jabo’ Ananya: ‘osombhob. Saratat ei thanda te trian-e katale ami more jabo. Kichu ekta koro na sekhorda? Ami: ‘tai to. Kono hotel-e uthle hoi na? Ananya: ‘tai koro. Kono hotel ei cholo. Ja thanda ekhane’ Ananya kamra theke neme elo. Sohor er dike jeje jeje oke jiges korlam, ‘hotel-e giye ki porichoi debo tomar? Swami stri porichoi na dile to ora sondeho korbe’. Ananya khil khil kore hese bollo, ‘tai to bolte hobe. Tomar stri hisabe amake bemanan lagbe na asha kori’. Chakdah choto sahar, hate gona ek ki duto hotel achhe. Ekta hotel-e giye sunlam ekta matro single room khali achhe. Ami kichu boler agei ananya hotel er lok ta ke bollo, ‘oah thik achhe. Ei thanda te ar jabo kothay?’. Hotel er lok ta rosik, bollo, ‘hayn ei thanda te choto khate apnara bhaloi thakben. Ami sob babostha kore dichhi. Apnara kheye asun’. Khayoa sere ese dekhlam ghor ta bhaloi poriskar. Tobe khat ta sotti khub choto. Ek khate ananyar songe ek sathe sobo, bhabtei mon ta anonde bhore uthlo. Tobu ananya jate kono rokom anch na pai, tai kotha chalite gete laglam. Ami: ‘ei tuku khate dujone sute besh osubidhai hobe’. Ananya: ‘payoa giyeche etai bhagyo. Na hole to train ei rat katate hoto. Kintu ami bhabchi onyo ekta osubidhar kotha’ Ami: ‘abar ki osubidha? Choto khat, ektai kombol, ei jonye to? Ananya: ‘na sekhorda, ta noi’ Ami: ‘tobe?’ Ananya: ‘aj-i phire jabo bole songe kichu ani ni. Tai ei tanter sari ta porei kal phirte hobe. Ar eta pore ratre sule emon lat hoye jabe je kal ar eta pore ber hoya jabe na’ Ami: ‘are, amor-o to sei somosya. Shirt pant pore ghumote pari na. Othocho amar songeo kichu nai’ Ananya: ‘sekhorda ekta kaj koro. Light niviye tumi jama pant khule jangiya pore suye poro. Amio sari khule sudhu saya blouse pore sui’ Ami: ‘thik bolecho’ Light niviye jama pant khule ami kombol er tolay dhuke porlam. Alo niviye dileo, kancher janla diye ghore alo asche. Jhapsa ondhokare dekhlam, ananya sari khule matha anchre nilo. Tarpor blouse khule phello. Osposto holeo or sorir ta dekhte pelam. Ananya saya ta khule buker kache bnedhe kombol er niche chole elo. Tarpor amake bollo, 'sekhorda, tumi odike ghure sou, ar ami edike’. Choto kombol. Ektu tan porlei hoi ananyar dik na hoi amar dik khali hoye jai. Kajei sore sore dujone pithe pith lagiye sulam. Kintu kichutei ghum asche na. Amar pithe sundori ananyar pith sporso kore achhe. Mone mone bhison uttejito hoye porlam. Bujhte parchi ananya-o ghumai ni. Uthe ekta cigarette khelam, tarpor aber kombol er niche dhuke suye porlam. Ananya amar dike pash phire jiges korlo, ‘ki holo? Ghum asche na?. Tomar ginni belar kotha mone porche nischoi’. Ami nijeke samle rakhte parlam na. Hotath ananya ke joriye dhore bollam, ‘tomar moto sundori pase suye thakle ghum ase ki kore?’. Ananya ektu ghabriye galo, kintu kono badha dilo na. Ami ar thakte parlam na. Du hate ananya ke buke japte dhore or thote amar thot chepe dhorlam. Pagol er moto or chokhe nake chumu khete laglam. Ananya-o amake nibir bhabe du hate joriye dhorlo. Or norom tultule mai duto amar buke chepe galo. Bra-r opor diyei or mai duto tipte lagle o bole uthlo, ‘ota tumi khule dite paro’. Ei bole ananya amar buke matha rakhlo. Ami ananyar pith ta du hat diye joriye dhore or bra-r huk khule dilam. Tarpor bra ta soriye detei or tight norom mai duto beriye porlo. Ami mai duto alto kore tipte thaklam. Amar ekta pa tule or komor ta joriye dhorlam. Amar bara tokhon shokto hoye utheche. Ananyar tolpete guto marche. Ar edike ami jokhon ananyar mai niye khelchi, or mai er bota te dant diye kamor bosachhi, tokhon ananya bollo, ’amar ta kemon? Boro na choto? Belar mai er theke sundor kina?’. Bujhlam meyeder sohojato irsha or moneo uki dichhe. Bachha hoyer por belar mai duto samanyo jhule giyeche ar mai er bota boro hoye giyeche. Tobuo bela to amar bou, amake pran diye bhalo bashe. Ar ananya amar bou er bandhobi, ek rater songini. Kono uttor dilam na dekhe ananya bollo, ‘amar ta dhorte bhalo lagche?’ ami bhanga golai bollam, 'bhison’. Ami onubhob korlam ananyar hat ekhon amar buke. Amar nipple duto or nokh diye chapche chapte bollo, ‘tomar buker ei lom gulo ki darun lagche. Amar bor er buk ta ekebare plain, ektao lom nei’. Ananya amar buke lepte giye bhison jore japte dhore amar chokhe mukhe gal-e chumu khayoa suru korlo. Hotath ananya kemon udash hoye bollo, ‘sekhorda, ekjon meyer sorir achhe, sorir-e kamona achhe, othocho ja dorkar, purush er pourush, setai nei amar bor er. Tai to ami ajo kumari, ar nishphola’. Khub kach theke ami dekhlam ananyar chokhe jol chik chik korche, naker pash ta ektu phola. Amar hat ananyar sara sorir-e basto bhabe ghurche. Ananyao boro beshi agrohi mone holo. Or ekta pa bhanj kore amar peter opor tule dilo. Til til kore samoy boye jachhe. Amar nak thik ananyar buker majhkhan er khaje. Norom manso pinder chape amar niswas nite kosto hochhe. Er majheo ami ek madok bhora sugondho pachhi ananyar buk theke. Ananya eber amar lomosh buke mukh ghoste ghsote niche namche. Tol peter kache giye amar jangiya te atke galo or mukh ta. Ek tane underwear ta niche namiye dilo. Ar amar bal-e bhora khara bara ta hate niye bole uthlo, ‘tomar eta to sanghatik lomba ar mota, sekhorda’. Bolte boltei ananya totpor hoye uthlo. Chit hoye suye ami ek odbhut thoter sporso pelam amar bara te. Ananya amar bara ta mukhe puro dhukiye chusche. Ami abeshe chokh buje achhi. Ananyer mukh ta sudhu opor nich korche, amar bara te odbhut komol bhije jiv er sporso. Mone holo eber hoito barar ros beriye jabe. Ananya phis phis korlo, ‘tumi to besh sukh upobhog korcho, amar ta ki hobe?’. Amar bara ta chere diye ananya chit hoye amar pase suye porlo. Abcha alo te dekhlam or mai duto tir tir kore knapche. Ek jhotka te ami bichana te soja holam. Ananyar komor borabor hat baralam. Knapa knapa hate ek hatchka tane or panty khule dilam. Chiching phank, beriye galo narir sob theke gopon ongo. Ananyar sundor gud ta clean shaved, ek tao bal nei. Ektuo samoy nosto na kore ami jhapiye porlam or gud er opor. Ananyar pa duto phank kore mukh dhukiye dilam or gude. Gud ta tokhon kam rose bhije job job korche. Ami sob tuku ros chuse kheye or gud er gobhire jiv dhukiye dilam. Or clitoris-e jiv thektei ananya knepe uthlo. Ar sojhyo korte na pere ananya bollo, ‘sekhorda, amake korbe please?’. Ami hesitate kore bollam, ‘kintu ananya, protection nebo ki kore? Songe to kichui nei’. Kono rokom chinta na kore ananya ja bollo, ta sune ami obak hoye gelam. O chaiche ami protection na neyei oke jano chudi. Accidentally pregnant hoye gele o khushi hobe. Ananya er por or pa duto emon bhabe choriye sulo jate amar subidha hoi. Ami ananyar gude bara dhukiye oke chudchi. Chudte chudte or chokh er dike takalam. Ananya dustu ekta hasi diye bollo, ‘amake tomar kemon lagche, sekhorda?’. Ami kono uttor na diye ananyar komla lebur koyer moto thote amar thot guje diye komor chaliye thap dite laglam. Ananyao or pacha tule tule thap enjoy korlo. Ami kokhono long stroke, kokhono ba short stroke dichhi ar chotkachhi ananyar mai duto, chuschi or nipple duto. Ekhon dujoner-i osombhob ghono knapa knapa swas proswas porche. Amader dom jano phuriye asche. Ei thanda teo amader du joner sorir ghame bhije giyeche. Ami sorir er somosto shokti ek kore projondo jore thap marte laglam. Amar sorire hotath jano ekta electric shock diye uthlo. Ar ananyao ek triptir anonde shitkar charlo. Ananyar guder bhetor tokhono amar bara dhokano. O ekhono amake sithil hate joriye dhore achhe. Prochondo klanti te ami ananyar opor theke khate goriye porlam. Bara ta norom hoye gud theke ekta sobdo kore beriye elo. Barite bela ke choder por amra jorajori korei ghumiye pori. Seta ananaya ke boltei o amar pete pa tule diye amake joriye dhore suye thaklo. Sokale ghum bhangte bhangte 7 ta beje galo. Amra dress kore baire berotei hotel er sei lok ter songe dekha, bollo, ‘good morning dada boudi. Asha kori ghum hoyeche ratre’. Tarpor amake ektu arale deke bollo, ‘dada, apner gale boudir mathar sindur lege achhe. Ota muche tarpor station jan. 7-15 er krishnagar local ekhuni ese jabe. Train chalu hoye giyeche’. Er por mash tinek kete galo. Ananaya ar shankar ager motoi amader barite prai asto. Hotath oder asa bondho hoye galo. Jiges korbo korbo koreo belar kach theke jana hoye othe ni ora keno asche na. Tobe jantam bela ar ananya roj dupure phone-e kotha bole. Ek din ratre bela ke chudchi, tokhon khobor ta jante parlam. Anyanya eto din por pregnant hoyeche. Amar thot diye ekta muchki hasi beriye elo.

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