23-01-2021, 08:19 PM
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Tabhi uska dimag phir se patri badal leta hai.. (Nahi ye galat hai… Aaj maine sex nahi kiya par agar mechanic na ata to kya sach main wo age na badhta..?? Meri ek khubsoorat family hai.. Ek pyara sa husband hai.. kaise main uski pith piche aisa kuch kar sakti hu?? )
AB AAGE
Sanskriti kuch decide nahi kar paa rahi thi… Aur tabhi Aslam ka call ata hai.. Aslam k call dekh kar Sanskriti k demag sochna bandh kar deta hai… (Utau ya nahi… Agar nahi uthaya to Aslam kya sochega??) Iss sochne sochne main Aslam ka call miss ho jata hai… Call miss hote hi Sanskriti ko aisa lagta hai jaise usne galti kardi.. call usse receive karni chahiye thi… Wo soch hi rahi thi ki Aslam ko call back kiya jay ya nahi.. Tabhi Aslam ka call phir se aya.. Sanskriti ne bina kuch soche call receive kiya..
– ” Hello” – ” Ha hello… Kon Sanskriti Randi ka number hai ye?” – “Ha Aslam.. main Sanskriti bol rahi hu” Khud ko Randi kahe jane par Sanskriti ko ajeeb lagta hai par Aslam ki awaaz se wo nashe mai lag raha tha.. to ussne baat ko khichna sahi nahi samjha…
– “Sorry… Mujhe to Sanskriti Randi se baat karni hai.. Sorry Sanskritiji…” Sanskriti samajh nahi payi k Aslam usse majak kar raha hai, usse jhalil kar raha hai.. ya sach main nashe main hai..
– “Hello.. Koi hai kya..??? Kya meri Sanskriti randi se baat ho sakti hai??” Iss bar Sanskriti ko yakeen ho gaya ki Aslam nashe main hai.. Agar ussne thik se javab nahi diya to nashe mai wo jaldi gussa hoga aur pata nahi kya kare… Usse thik se baat karni hogi..
– “Ha..Maain boool rahi hu… Sanskriti..Ra..” – “Kon Sanskriti ..?? Sanskriti Randi??” – “Ha” Ye javab shayad Sanskriti ki jindgi ka sabse humiliating javab tha..
– “Are.. saali aaj to tune mere Khade Lund pe Dhokha kar diya… Salli baccha samajh k lolipop de diya..” – “Matlab?” – “Matlab ki baat mat kar saali… Bhenchod kitna garam kiya tune mujhe aur phir uss bhadve k liye mujhe nikal diya.. ” – “Ye kya bol rahe ho tum…” – “Chal chood… Main waise tujhse bhot khus hu..tune bahot madad ki meri.. Tune kya mast koshis ki meri madad karne ki.. Tune jitna kiya utna kon karta hai aaj kal kisi k liye… ” Sanskriti tareef sun kar khus ho rahi thi…. Par achanak uski khushi furrr ho gai
– “Par saali main bahot gussa hu tere se.. Bhenchod” – “Wo kyn bhala?” Aslam ki galiyon ko Sanskriti ab normal conversation k hisse ki tarah hi treat kar rahi thi… Usse ab Aslam ki galiya utni buri nahi lag rahi thi jitni pehle lagti thi… Kahi na kahi usse Aslam ka rough behaviour pasand aa raha tha…
– “Saali tune aaj jis tarah se chutiya banaya… waise log baccho ko banate hai Mard ko nahi… Abhi ye chij nahi hai tum ye wali chocolate le lo ”
Aslam ne jaise Sanskriti ko chidhaya… Sanskriti Aslam ki baato ko aab dhire dhire samajh ne lagi thi.. Usse samajh aa raha tha k Aslam kis bare main baat kar raha tha… Par usske pass isska koi javab nahi tha.. Sanskriti phir bhi chup rehti hai..
– “Saali.. Mujhe shak hai k tu mera illaj kar paygi ya nahi.. Pata nahi kahi na kahi ab mujhe shak hai k jo tune shuru kiya wo tu pura kar paygi ya nahi…?? Teri kabiliyat pe aab mujhe shak ho raha hai… Kya tu utni acchi docter hai bhi sahi jitni main samajh raha tha..?” Sanskriti k ego ko ye bahot bada dhakka tha… Wo apni kabiliyat pe sawal bardasht nahi kar sakti thi…
– “Nahi Aslam main tumhara illaj kar sakti hu…Main tumhe jaroor thik karungi.. Wo to bas mechanic aa gaya…” Aslam bich main se hi uski baat kat deta hai..
– “Chood Sali… Tu kya sach main mujhe chutiya samajhti hai..?? Main manta hu tune apni taraf se mere illaj ki bahot acchi koshis ki…Saali tune mujhe aaj bahot had tak shant bhi kar diya tha.. Par tera baar baar mujhe tokna aur rokna mujhe shant k bajay gussa jyada kar raha tha….Bhenchod dimag apne aape se bahar jaa raha tha jab tu mujhe kuch bhi karne se rok rahi thi… Saala man to kiye abhi utth kar chala jau.. Par phir agle hi paal tu kuch aisa karti thi k main ja nahi pata tha… Maan shant hota to tu phir tok deti thi.. Bhenchod jab shant hi karna hai to maa chudane k liye gussa badaha rahi thi mera???” Aslam ne thode gusse se kaha… Phir Aslam ne Sanskriti ko bolne ka moka diye bina apna dusra pasa pheka…
– “Par ek baat hai… Tere jaise maal maine aaj tak nahi dekhi… Kya teri khubsoorti..!! Are maine bade ghar k bahot si aurato ko dekha hai par tu sab se aage hai… Tere roop k aage to wo bhik bhi na maan sake…Saali agar main tujhse pehle mila hota to pata nahi.. aaj halat kuch aur hi hote…Shayad main bahot pehle thik ho jata… Shayad aab tak thik ho bhi chuka hota.. par hay meri kismat.. Saali tere jaise maal mujhe pehle kabhi mili hi nahi..Agar tu teri shadi se pehle mujhse mili hoti to tujhe main apni biwi bana leta.. Par ab apna naseeb kaha..!” Aslam ek hatash ho chuki awaaz main kehta hai… Phir wo baat ko aage badhata hai..Aur aab apna agla pasa fekta hai – “Aagr tu dil laga k mera illaj kare to mujhe lagta hai tu mere illaj kar sakti hai.. Par tujhe to Gareeb Ameer, Unch Nich, badsoorat sunder k bich se hi fursat nahi… Ye main dost k sath nahi kar sakti.. Ye main papa k sath hi kar sakti hu.. Saali tujhe jab illaj karna hi nahi to itna dikahva kyun..?? Maine pehhle hi bola tha k agar tujhse illaj na ho to bata dena… Jhooti ummed mat dena.. Ek rahi sahi ummeed thi wo bhi tune aaj tod di… Saala Ilaj meri najaro k samne tha par phir bhi main usse chu na paya… Isse jyada buri kismat aur kya ho sakti hai… ”
Sanskriti bade dhayan se Aslam ki saari baate sun rahi thi… Uski tareef, uski shikayate.. uska gussa .. sab kuch… Aslam se huyi uski tareef usse ek ajeeb sa maja de rahi thi… Ek ajjeb sa sukun de rahi thi.. HAlaki Aslam ki language kuch(?) gandi thi.. Phir bhi Sanskriti ko accha laga raha tha… Aslam ki baate Sanskriti k kaam ko Sanskriti ki ankho main aur bhi bada bana raha tha.. mano wo koi desh seva kar rahi ho… Mano wo kuch bada kar rahi hai.. par thik se nahi kar rahi hai…
Aslam ne aab apna HUKAM ka IKKA nikla. – “Aaisi jindgi jeene ka kya fayda…Bas aaab main Kue ki diwar par khada hu.. Saala dil kar raha hai abhi iss kue mai kud jau..”
Sanskriti Ek dam se ghabahra jati hai.. – ” Nahi Aslam galti se bhi aisa kuch mat karna.. Dekho hum aapas ki baate mil k suljha lenge.. Hello.. Aslam.. Tum sun rahe hona.. Please bhagvan k liye.. Apne biwi baccho k liye.. Mere liye ruk jao.. Kuch mat karna.. Please…” Sanskriti bahot try kar rahi thi.. Par samne se koi javab nahi aa raha tha.. Ek anjana sa dar Sanskriti k dil pe havi hone lagta hai…
Kuch der baad Aslam ki awaaz ati hai.. – “Yahi hu main.. Thoda per fisal gaya tha..” Dar asal Aslam apne ghar par hi tha.. Bas Sanskriti ko kahani suna raha tha.. Aslam ki awaaz sun kar mano Sanskriti ki jaan main jaan ayi.. – “Dekho Aslam aisa waisa kuch mat karna…Tumne jo kaha sab sach hai.. Par tum bhi please baat ko samjho… Meri professional k sath sath ek Personaal life bhi hai.. aur kabhi kabhi wo mujh par havi ho jati hai… Iss wajah se main tumhara saath har baat main nahi de pati… Aur tumhe object karna padta hai.. Mujhe Personal aur Professional life ko mix nahi karna chahiye tha…. Jiska main dhyan rakhungi… Waise bhi tumhri bimari tumhara gussa aur ye gandi language hai…Par tum aisa kyn bolte ho.. Tum gussa kyun hote ho.. ye janne k liye, Iss treatment k liye mujhe tumhe samajhna hoga… Main janti hu k muhe tumhe aur kareeb se janna hoga… Jiske liye main taiyaar bhi hu shayad.. Par thoda waqt lagega… Meri sharm mera sath nahi de rahi… Main nahi chahti log iss baat ko jaane.. I hope u can understand”
Sanskriti ne ek saans main apni puri baat Aslam k samne rakh di.. Aslam ko jaise moka mil gaya.. – ” Matlab tujhe meri gandi language se koi problem nahi hai?? Matlab mera wo chuna tujhe bura nahi laga?? Matlab tujhe wo sab pasand aya.. sahi hai na??”
Sanskriti ko laga (Agar maine mana kar diya to Aslam ko shayad bura lage ga.. Shayad wo illaj karvane hi na aye.. Shayad kahi gusse main wo Kue main hi na kud jay… Nahi.. Main sharm k mare ye nahi hone de sakti… )
– “H..hh.. Ha Aslam” Itna bolte bolte Sanskriti k gaal sharm se laal ho chuke the… Wo bahot hi sharminda mehsoos kar rahi thi aisa bol kar.. Par pata nahi dil k kisi kone ko ek sookon tha… Shayad sach bolneka..!? Aslam ke liye to jaise ye gugli ball thi.. Par agar iss pe usne chaaka na mara to shayad match hi haar jayga..
– “Kya.. ? Sach main.. ? Tu sach bol rahi hai.?? Ya fir se chutiya bana rahi hai.. fusla rahi hai?” – ” Main ek dam sach bol rahi hu…” – “Accha to bata tujhe kya accha laga…?? Mera kaha chuna tujhe pasand aya..?” – “Please Aslam aisi baate mat karo..Main aisi baato ka javab nahi de sakti.. Par tumhe meri baat ka yakin karna hoga” Sanskriti kisi tarah se baat ko sambhal rahi thi.. par ulajhti jaa rahi thi..
– “Par tujhe wo saab pasand tha to aaj roka kyun tune mujhe..?? Tujhe nahi maloom par jab bhi main tujhe choota tha to ek ajeeb sa sookun milta tha mujhe.. Aisa lagta tha jaise mere shareer k sare dard sirf tera sparsh hi khatam kar dega..”” – “Wo.. Wo.. wo to mere liye ye sab nayi cheej hai.. Ek dam se main kaise ye kar sakti thi?– “Baat to sahi hai teri.. Chal wada kar k aage se tu mujhe nahi rokegi… chahe main jo bhi karu.. Kiss karu ya tere badan ko chun.. Par tu mujhe nahi rokegi.. bol manjoor? Agar tu mera sahi main illaj karna chahti hai to main janta hu tu mana nahi karegi..” Ye aakhri baat ka Sanskriti k paas koi javab nahi tha..
– “Manjoor.. Par phir bhi main wo sab tumhare sath kaise??” – “Aare darti kyun hai.. Teri chudai thodi kar raha hu.. Bas tu mujhe rokna maat gussa mat hone dena.. aur mujhe lagta hai main waise hi thik ho jaunga… Aaj jab tu meri god main thi tab jo ehsaas ho raha tha mujhe wo main bayan nahi kar sakta.. ” Sanskriti ko ye baat bahot acchi lagi ki uska sirf sparsh hi kisi k liye ek ehsaas hai.. Sanskriti ko apni khoobsorti par, apne aap par fakra hone lagta hai… Sanskriti inn bato ko oppose bhi nahi kar sakti thi aur unko apni manjori ki mahor bhi nahi laga sakti thi… Par dono maise ek cheej use karni hi thi.. Aur uss waqt uss baat ko manne k alawa Sanskriti ko kuch thik nahi laga… – “Thik hai.. main wada karti hu” Aslam Sanskriti ki awaaz main confusion saaf taur par sun paa raha tha.. Wo dil se nahi bol rahi thi… Aslam sochta hai (Saali ka dil uske pap se bewafai karne se usse dara raha hai…. Shayad issi wajah se wo chahte huve bhi apne papa k khilaf nahi jana chahtii.. Kuch to karna hoga.. Main koi kasar nahi chood sakta)
– “Bahot khub.. Ab ayega maja.. Waise tu kis baat se dar rahi hai… Kya tujhe lagta hai ek paraye mard k saath ye sab karna galat hai…?? Kuch galat nahi hai.. Koi jor jabardasti thodi hai.. Tu aur main jante hai hum kuch galat nahi kar rahe to phir ye dar kaisa…
Aisa bol ke chup ho jata hai or kuch soch kar sanskriti ko bolta hai
– “Ab tum mujhe wada karo k tum apni treatment adhe se nahi chodoge.. aur aage se koi bhi suicide attempt nahi karoge” – “Wada karunga.. Par meri do sharte hai..”
Sanskriti k dimag soch main pad jata hai(Phir se shart..?!? Darne ki baat nahi hai.. shayad pichli baar ki tarah kuch simple si shart hi hogi..) – “Ha bolo?” – “Pehli shart hai tu mujhe aaj k baad ijjat se bulayegi.. Bilkool waise jaise apne papa ko bulati hai..Unse, Unhe, Aap jaise” Sanskriti sochti hai.. ( Ye kaisi shart hai..?) – “Aur dusri?” – “Dusri shart hai tu kaal se mere liye sajegi savregi.. bilkool waise hi jaise koi aurat apne pati k liye taiyar hoti hai..” – “MAtlab?” – “Matlab kal tu kuch sexy sa pehanna.. jaise wo aurate pehanti hai na blouse jisme sleeves nahi hoti… ” – “Sleeveless??” Sanskriti khud ko rok nahi pati.. – “Ha Sleeveless blous pehana.. jis main tere boobs dikhe utna khula ho… age se.. aur piche se bhi khula ho to maja aa jayaga… Aur ek jhini saree chiffon k pehana.. wo aaj kal ki heroine pehanti hai na waise… bilkool nabhi k niche.. Sala bahot maan hai kisi ladki ko aise kapdo main dekhne ka.. sirf photos main hi dekhi hai aaj tak…” – “Ye main kaise pehan sakti hu… Wo bhi esi saree.. Suit bhi to thik hai… Ye please rehne do” – “Dekh manna hai to dono sharte sath main maan varna ek bhi mat maan.. koi jabardasti nahi hai..” – “Dekho Aslam.. main ek ladki hu hu aise kapde sirf apne pati k liye pehan sakti hu.. Aur tum jaise chah rahe ho waise ek aurat sirf apne pati ko bulati hai aur kisi ko nahi…Agar main tumhe aise bulaungi to hamare Docter Patient k relation ko bhi ye bigad dega.. samajhene ki koshish karo…Main tumhari dost hu aur tumhe bhi apna ek dost manti hu… yaha tak ki maine tumhe mujhe galiya dene tak ki choot bhi de di hai.. ab inn sab ki kya jarorat hai..?” Sanskriti baat ko talne ki koshish kar rahi thi.. Par Aslam tas se mass nahi hona chah raha tha… – “Saali phir se chutiya banane pe aagai na..?? Bhenchod saali sab ko ullu samjhti hai tu.. Gareebo k paas dimag nahi hota?? Sali main sab samajhta hu..Jab tu mujhe apne barabar samjhegi tab hi to mujhse waise pesh ayegi.. Tu kaise ek gareeb driver k ijjat se bula sakti hai.. uske samne kaise saj dhaj k aa sakti hai??? Road pe taiyar ho kar nikle aur log dekh le to chalta hai.. par ghar main agar ek driver ne taiyar hone ko bola to Sali tum ameero ki maa chud jati hai..?? Bhenchod.. Nahi karvana tujse illaj… Ye chutiyapanti main nahi jhel sakta.. Sali har baar bolti hai meri har baat manegi aur har baar koi na koi bahana taiyar hota hai.. Ab tu teri jagah par khus reh aur main meri jagah par… or Aslam Phone kat deta hai.
– “Hello hello.. hello.. Aslam??? ” Par phone cut ho chuka tha.. Sanskriti ghabra jati hai… (Kahi wo sach main to… Nahi nahi…) Sanskriti dobara se Aslam ko call lagati hai.. 1 baar 2 baar 3 baar… Par har baar Aslam phone nahi uthata… aur phir Aslam ka phone switchoff ho jata hai… Ye Sanskriti k liye ek shock ki tarah tha.. ( Phone switch off kyun hai… Kahi kuch huva to nahi.. Kahi Aslam ne khud ko.. Nahi nahi..)
Sanskriti k dil pata nahi kyun jyada emotional ho raha tha.. Aslam k fikar usse khaye jaa rahi thi… Dil joro se rone ko kar raha tha.. Uske dil main ye khauf ghar kar gaya tha k Aslam ne khud ko kuch nukasan to jaroor pohchaya hoga..Aur wo khud ko isska jimmedar man rahi thi… (Sanskriti tum itni swarthi kaise ho sakti ho..Kitna banavati hu main… Kehne ko to aise samaj main rehte hai jaha sab kuch bold hai.. aur main thodi sajne ki baat pe dikhava karne lagi.. ?? Mere jaise logo ko iss docteri profession main rehne ka koi adhikar nahi hai…Mera kaam chahta hai k main mere patients k aur pass jau.. Unhe aur acche se samjhu…Ek sacchai ka, vishwash ka rishta hona chahiye patients aur docter k bich… aur main wo hi kayam nahi karna chahti… Kyun? Kyun ki mujhe iss samaj ka dar hai..?? kon sa samaj??? Kise pata hai main kya kar rahi hu??? TO phir kya hai jo mujhe Aslam ki baate manne se rok raha hai.. kya galat manga ussne??? Izzat hi to mangi thi usne. Kapdon wali baat bhi to issi se related thi. Agar mai uss ki izzat karne ka dawa karti hoon, to uske pasand ke kapde kyon nahi pehan sakti. Bechaare ki jindagi me sab auraton ne usse beizzat hi kia hai. Isiliye to aisa ho gaya hai. Usse mujh se izzat ki hi to chah hai … aur mai bhi usse who na de saki. Main bahot buri hu… Dikhava hai meri shakshiyat…)
Sanskriti apne aap ko reason mante huye pata nahi kya kya soch rahi thi… Aslam k bare main soch soch kar uska dil bhari ho raha tha.. Usse aisa feel ho raha tha.. jaise usse kuch bahot bura ho gaya tha…Uska dimag chakra raha tha… Tabyat bigad ti si mehsoos ho rahi thi…K Sanskriti kuch waqt baad khud ko kisi kaam main involve karne ki try karti hai.. Wo khana banane lagti hai.. Tv dekhne lagti hai.. Par kisi bhi kaam main wo dil nahi laga paa rahi thi… Har baar uska dimag Aslam ki fikar main kho jata tha… Thodi thodi der main wo apne haath ka kaam side main rakh kar apna mobile utha kar dekhti thi ki kahi Aslam ka call back to nahi.. Dobara wo Aslam ka number dial karti thi.. Par har bar Aslam ka phone switch off hi tha… Har bar phone switch off hone ka tape sun k Sanskriti ka dil jyada se jyada betha jaa raha tha.. uska maan kisi bhi kaam main nahi lag raha tha…
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Tabhi uska dimag phir se patri badal leta hai.. (Nahi ye galat hai… Aaj maine sex nahi kiya par agar mechanic na ata to kya sach main wo age na badhta..?? Meri ek khubsoorat family hai.. Ek pyara sa husband hai.. kaise main uski pith piche aisa kuch kar sakti hu?? )
AB AAGE
Sanskriti kuch decide nahi kar paa rahi thi… Aur tabhi Aslam ka call ata hai.. Aslam k call dekh kar Sanskriti k demag sochna bandh kar deta hai… (Utau ya nahi… Agar nahi uthaya to Aslam kya sochega??) Iss sochne sochne main Aslam ka call miss ho jata hai… Call miss hote hi Sanskriti ko aisa lagta hai jaise usne galti kardi.. call usse receive karni chahiye thi… Wo soch hi rahi thi ki Aslam ko call back kiya jay ya nahi.. Tabhi Aslam ka call phir se aya.. Sanskriti ne bina kuch soche call receive kiya..
– ” Hello” – ” Ha hello… Kon Sanskriti Randi ka number hai ye?” – “Ha Aslam.. main Sanskriti bol rahi hu” Khud ko Randi kahe jane par Sanskriti ko ajeeb lagta hai par Aslam ki awaaz se wo nashe mai lag raha tha.. to ussne baat ko khichna sahi nahi samjha…
– “Sorry… Mujhe to Sanskriti Randi se baat karni hai.. Sorry Sanskritiji…” Sanskriti samajh nahi payi k Aslam usse majak kar raha hai, usse jhalil kar raha hai.. ya sach main nashe main hai..
– “Hello.. Koi hai kya..??? Kya meri Sanskriti randi se baat ho sakti hai??” Iss bar Sanskriti ko yakeen ho gaya ki Aslam nashe main hai.. Agar ussne thik se javab nahi diya to nashe mai wo jaldi gussa hoga aur pata nahi kya kare… Usse thik se baat karni hogi..
– “Ha..Maain boool rahi hu… Sanskriti..Ra..” – “Kon Sanskriti ..?? Sanskriti Randi??” – “Ha” Ye javab shayad Sanskriti ki jindgi ka sabse humiliating javab tha..
– “Are.. saali aaj to tune mere Khade Lund pe Dhokha kar diya… Salli baccha samajh k lolipop de diya..” – “Matlab?” – “Matlab ki baat mat kar saali… Bhenchod kitna garam kiya tune mujhe aur phir uss bhadve k liye mujhe nikal diya.. ” – “Ye kya bol rahe ho tum…” – “Chal chood… Main waise tujhse bhot khus hu..tune bahot madad ki meri.. Tune kya mast koshis ki meri madad karne ki.. Tune jitna kiya utna kon karta hai aaj kal kisi k liye… ” Sanskriti tareef sun kar khus ho rahi thi…. Par achanak uski khushi furrr ho gai
– “Par saali main bahot gussa hu tere se.. Bhenchod” – “Wo kyn bhala?” Aslam ki galiyon ko Sanskriti ab normal conversation k hisse ki tarah hi treat kar rahi thi… Usse ab Aslam ki galiya utni buri nahi lag rahi thi jitni pehle lagti thi… Kahi na kahi usse Aslam ka rough behaviour pasand aa raha tha…
– “Saali tune aaj jis tarah se chutiya banaya… waise log baccho ko banate hai Mard ko nahi… Abhi ye chij nahi hai tum ye wali chocolate le lo ”
Aslam ne jaise Sanskriti ko chidhaya… Sanskriti Aslam ki baato ko aab dhire dhire samajh ne lagi thi.. Usse samajh aa raha tha k Aslam kis bare main baat kar raha tha… Par usske pass isska koi javab nahi tha.. Sanskriti phir bhi chup rehti hai..
– “Saali.. Mujhe shak hai k tu mera illaj kar paygi ya nahi.. Pata nahi kahi na kahi ab mujhe shak hai k jo tune shuru kiya wo tu pura kar paygi ya nahi…?? Teri kabiliyat pe aab mujhe shak ho raha hai… Kya tu utni acchi docter hai bhi sahi jitni main samajh raha tha..?” Sanskriti k ego ko ye bahot bada dhakka tha… Wo apni kabiliyat pe sawal bardasht nahi kar sakti thi…
– “Nahi Aslam main tumhara illaj kar sakti hu…Main tumhe jaroor thik karungi.. Wo to bas mechanic aa gaya…” Aslam bich main se hi uski baat kat deta hai..
– “Chood Sali… Tu kya sach main mujhe chutiya samajhti hai..?? Main manta hu tune apni taraf se mere illaj ki bahot acchi koshis ki…Saali tune mujhe aaj bahot had tak shant bhi kar diya tha.. Par tera baar baar mujhe tokna aur rokna mujhe shant k bajay gussa jyada kar raha tha….Bhenchod dimag apne aape se bahar jaa raha tha jab tu mujhe kuch bhi karne se rok rahi thi… Saala man to kiye abhi utth kar chala jau.. Par phir agle hi paal tu kuch aisa karti thi k main ja nahi pata tha… Maan shant hota to tu phir tok deti thi.. Bhenchod jab shant hi karna hai to maa chudane k liye gussa badaha rahi thi mera???” Aslam ne thode gusse se kaha… Phir Aslam ne Sanskriti ko bolne ka moka diye bina apna dusra pasa pheka…
– “Par ek baat hai… Tere jaise maal maine aaj tak nahi dekhi… Kya teri khubsoorti..!! Are maine bade ghar k bahot si aurato ko dekha hai par tu sab se aage hai… Tere roop k aage to wo bhik bhi na maan sake…Saali agar main tujhse pehle mila hota to pata nahi.. aaj halat kuch aur hi hote…Shayad main bahot pehle thik ho jata… Shayad aab tak thik ho bhi chuka hota.. par hay meri kismat.. Saali tere jaise maal mujhe pehle kabhi mili hi nahi..Agar tu teri shadi se pehle mujhse mili hoti to tujhe main apni biwi bana leta.. Par ab apna naseeb kaha..!” Aslam ek hatash ho chuki awaaz main kehta hai… Phir wo baat ko aage badhata hai..Aur aab apna agla pasa fekta hai – “Aagr tu dil laga k mera illaj kare to mujhe lagta hai tu mere illaj kar sakti hai.. Par tujhe to Gareeb Ameer, Unch Nich, badsoorat sunder k bich se hi fursat nahi… Ye main dost k sath nahi kar sakti.. Ye main papa k sath hi kar sakti hu.. Saali tujhe jab illaj karna hi nahi to itna dikahva kyun..?? Maine pehhle hi bola tha k agar tujhse illaj na ho to bata dena… Jhooti ummed mat dena.. Ek rahi sahi ummeed thi wo bhi tune aaj tod di… Saala Ilaj meri najaro k samne tha par phir bhi main usse chu na paya… Isse jyada buri kismat aur kya ho sakti hai… ”
Sanskriti bade dhayan se Aslam ki saari baate sun rahi thi… Uski tareef, uski shikayate.. uska gussa .. sab kuch… Aslam se huyi uski tareef usse ek ajeeb sa maja de rahi thi… Ek ajjeb sa sukun de rahi thi.. HAlaki Aslam ki language kuch(?) gandi thi.. Phir bhi Sanskriti ko accha laga raha tha… Aslam ki baate Sanskriti k kaam ko Sanskriti ki ankho main aur bhi bada bana raha tha.. mano wo koi desh seva kar rahi ho… Mano wo kuch bada kar rahi hai.. par thik se nahi kar rahi hai…
Aslam ne aab apna HUKAM ka IKKA nikla. – “Aaisi jindgi jeene ka kya fayda…Bas aaab main Kue ki diwar par khada hu.. Saala dil kar raha hai abhi iss kue mai kud jau..”
Sanskriti Ek dam se ghabahra jati hai.. – ” Nahi Aslam galti se bhi aisa kuch mat karna.. Dekho hum aapas ki baate mil k suljha lenge.. Hello.. Aslam.. Tum sun rahe hona.. Please bhagvan k liye.. Apne biwi baccho k liye.. Mere liye ruk jao.. Kuch mat karna.. Please…” Sanskriti bahot try kar rahi thi.. Par samne se koi javab nahi aa raha tha.. Ek anjana sa dar Sanskriti k dil pe havi hone lagta hai…
Kuch der baad Aslam ki awaaz ati hai.. – “Yahi hu main.. Thoda per fisal gaya tha..” Dar asal Aslam apne ghar par hi tha.. Bas Sanskriti ko kahani suna raha tha.. Aslam ki awaaz sun kar mano Sanskriti ki jaan main jaan ayi.. – “Dekho Aslam aisa waisa kuch mat karna…Tumne jo kaha sab sach hai.. Par tum bhi please baat ko samjho… Meri professional k sath sath ek Personaal life bhi hai.. aur kabhi kabhi wo mujh par havi ho jati hai… Iss wajah se main tumhara saath har baat main nahi de pati… Aur tumhe object karna padta hai.. Mujhe Personal aur Professional life ko mix nahi karna chahiye tha…. Jiska main dhyan rakhungi… Waise bhi tumhri bimari tumhara gussa aur ye gandi language hai…Par tum aisa kyn bolte ho.. Tum gussa kyun hote ho.. ye janne k liye, Iss treatment k liye mujhe tumhe samajhna hoga… Main janti hu k muhe tumhe aur kareeb se janna hoga… Jiske liye main taiyaar bhi hu shayad.. Par thoda waqt lagega… Meri sharm mera sath nahi de rahi… Main nahi chahti log iss baat ko jaane.. I hope u can understand”
Sanskriti ne ek saans main apni puri baat Aslam k samne rakh di.. Aslam ko jaise moka mil gaya.. – ” Matlab tujhe meri gandi language se koi problem nahi hai?? Matlab mera wo chuna tujhe bura nahi laga?? Matlab tujhe wo sab pasand aya.. sahi hai na??”
Sanskriti ko laga (Agar maine mana kar diya to Aslam ko shayad bura lage ga.. Shayad wo illaj karvane hi na aye.. Shayad kahi gusse main wo Kue main hi na kud jay… Nahi.. Main sharm k mare ye nahi hone de sakti… )
– “H..hh.. Ha Aslam” Itna bolte bolte Sanskriti k gaal sharm se laal ho chuke the… Wo bahot hi sharminda mehsoos kar rahi thi aisa bol kar.. Par pata nahi dil k kisi kone ko ek sookon tha… Shayad sach bolneka..!? Aslam ke liye to jaise ye gugli ball thi.. Par agar iss pe usne chaaka na mara to shayad match hi haar jayga..
– “Kya.. ? Sach main.. ? Tu sach bol rahi hai.?? Ya fir se chutiya bana rahi hai.. fusla rahi hai?” – ” Main ek dam sach bol rahi hu…” – “Accha to bata tujhe kya accha laga…?? Mera kaha chuna tujhe pasand aya..?” – “Please Aslam aisi baate mat karo..Main aisi baato ka javab nahi de sakti.. Par tumhe meri baat ka yakin karna hoga” Sanskriti kisi tarah se baat ko sambhal rahi thi.. par ulajhti jaa rahi thi..
– “Par tujhe wo saab pasand tha to aaj roka kyun tune mujhe..?? Tujhe nahi maloom par jab bhi main tujhe choota tha to ek ajeeb sa sookun milta tha mujhe.. Aisa lagta tha jaise mere shareer k sare dard sirf tera sparsh hi khatam kar dega..”” – “Wo.. Wo.. wo to mere liye ye sab nayi cheej hai.. Ek dam se main kaise ye kar sakti thi?– “Baat to sahi hai teri.. Chal wada kar k aage se tu mujhe nahi rokegi… chahe main jo bhi karu.. Kiss karu ya tere badan ko chun.. Par tu mujhe nahi rokegi.. bol manjoor? Agar tu mera sahi main illaj karna chahti hai to main janta hu tu mana nahi karegi..” Ye aakhri baat ka Sanskriti k paas koi javab nahi tha..
– “Manjoor.. Par phir bhi main wo sab tumhare sath kaise??” – “Aare darti kyun hai.. Teri chudai thodi kar raha hu.. Bas tu mujhe rokna maat gussa mat hone dena.. aur mujhe lagta hai main waise hi thik ho jaunga… Aaj jab tu meri god main thi tab jo ehsaas ho raha tha mujhe wo main bayan nahi kar sakta.. ” Sanskriti ko ye baat bahot acchi lagi ki uska sirf sparsh hi kisi k liye ek ehsaas hai.. Sanskriti ko apni khoobsorti par, apne aap par fakra hone lagta hai… Sanskriti inn bato ko oppose bhi nahi kar sakti thi aur unko apni manjori ki mahor bhi nahi laga sakti thi… Par dono maise ek cheej use karni hi thi.. Aur uss waqt uss baat ko manne k alawa Sanskriti ko kuch thik nahi laga… – “Thik hai.. main wada karti hu” Aslam Sanskriti ki awaaz main confusion saaf taur par sun paa raha tha.. Wo dil se nahi bol rahi thi… Aslam sochta hai (Saali ka dil uske pap se bewafai karne se usse dara raha hai…. Shayad issi wajah se wo chahte huve bhi apne papa k khilaf nahi jana chahtii.. Kuch to karna hoga.. Main koi kasar nahi chood sakta)
– “Bahot khub.. Ab ayega maja.. Waise tu kis baat se dar rahi hai… Kya tujhe lagta hai ek paraye mard k saath ye sab karna galat hai…?? Kuch galat nahi hai.. Koi jor jabardasti thodi hai.. Tu aur main jante hai hum kuch galat nahi kar rahe to phir ye dar kaisa…
Aisa bol ke chup ho jata hai or kuch soch kar sanskriti ko bolta hai
– “Ab tum mujhe wada karo k tum apni treatment adhe se nahi chodoge.. aur aage se koi bhi suicide attempt nahi karoge” – “Wada karunga.. Par meri do sharte hai..”
Sanskriti k dimag soch main pad jata hai(Phir se shart..?!? Darne ki baat nahi hai.. shayad pichli baar ki tarah kuch simple si shart hi hogi..) – “Ha bolo?” – “Pehli shart hai tu mujhe aaj k baad ijjat se bulayegi.. Bilkool waise jaise apne papa ko bulati hai..Unse, Unhe, Aap jaise” Sanskriti sochti hai.. ( Ye kaisi shart hai..?) – “Aur dusri?” – “Dusri shart hai tu kaal se mere liye sajegi savregi.. bilkool waise hi jaise koi aurat apne pati k liye taiyar hoti hai..” – “MAtlab?” – “Matlab kal tu kuch sexy sa pehanna.. jaise wo aurate pehanti hai na blouse jisme sleeves nahi hoti… ” – “Sleeveless??” Sanskriti khud ko rok nahi pati.. – “Ha Sleeveless blous pehana.. jis main tere boobs dikhe utna khula ho… age se.. aur piche se bhi khula ho to maja aa jayaga… Aur ek jhini saree chiffon k pehana.. wo aaj kal ki heroine pehanti hai na waise… bilkool nabhi k niche.. Sala bahot maan hai kisi ladki ko aise kapdo main dekhne ka.. sirf photos main hi dekhi hai aaj tak…” – “Ye main kaise pehan sakti hu… Wo bhi esi saree.. Suit bhi to thik hai… Ye please rehne do” – “Dekh manna hai to dono sharte sath main maan varna ek bhi mat maan.. koi jabardasti nahi hai..” – “Dekho Aslam.. main ek ladki hu hu aise kapde sirf apne pati k liye pehan sakti hu.. Aur tum jaise chah rahe ho waise ek aurat sirf apne pati ko bulati hai aur kisi ko nahi…Agar main tumhe aise bulaungi to hamare Docter Patient k relation ko bhi ye bigad dega.. samajhene ki koshish karo…Main tumhari dost hu aur tumhe bhi apna ek dost manti hu… yaha tak ki maine tumhe mujhe galiya dene tak ki choot bhi de di hai.. ab inn sab ki kya jarorat hai..?” Sanskriti baat ko talne ki koshish kar rahi thi.. Par Aslam tas se mass nahi hona chah raha tha… – “Saali phir se chutiya banane pe aagai na..?? Bhenchod saali sab ko ullu samjhti hai tu.. Gareebo k paas dimag nahi hota?? Sali main sab samajhta hu..Jab tu mujhe apne barabar samjhegi tab hi to mujhse waise pesh ayegi.. Tu kaise ek gareeb driver k ijjat se bula sakti hai.. uske samne kaise saj dhaj k aa sakti hai??? Road pe taiyar ho kar nikle aur log dekh le to chalta hai.. par ghar main agar ek driver ne taiyar hone ko bola to Sali tum ameero ki maa chud jati hai..?? Bhenchod.. Nahi karvana tujse illaj… Ye chutiyapanti main nahi jhel sakta.. Sali har baar bolti hai meri har baat manegi aur har baar koi na koi bahana taiyar hota hai.. Ab tu teri jagah par khus reh aur main meri jagah par… or Aslam Phone kat deta hai.
– “Hello hello.. hello.. Aslam??? ” Par phone cut ho chuka tha.. Sanskriti ghabra jati hai… (Kahi wo sach main to… Nahi nahi…) Sanskriti dobara se Aslam ko call lagati hai.. 1 baar 2 baar 3 baar… Par har baar Aslam phone nahi uthata… aur phir Aslam ka phone switchoff ho jata hai… Ye Sanskriti k liye ek shock ki tarah tha.. ( Phone switch off kyun hai… Kahi kuch huva to nahi.. Kahi Aslam ne khud ko.. Nahi nahi..)
Sanskriti k dil pata nahi kyun jyada emotional ho raha tha.. Aslam k fikar usse khaye jaa rahi thi… Dil joro se rone ko kar raha tha.. Uske dil main ye khauf ghar kar gaya tha k Aslam ne khud ko kuch nukasan to jaroor pohchaya hoga..Aur wo khud ko isska jimmedar man rahi thi… (Sanskriti tum itni swarthi kaise ho sakti ho..Kitna banavati hu main… Kehne ko to aise samaj main rehte hai jaha sab kuch bold hai.. aur main thodi sajne ki baat pe dikhava karne lagi.. ?? Mere jaise logo ko iss docteri profession main rehne ka koi adhikar nahi hai…Mera kaam chahta hai k main mere patients k aur pass jau.. Unhe aur acche se samjhu…Ek sacchai ka, vishwash ka rishta hona chahiye patients aur docter k bich… aur main wo hi kayam nahi karna chahti… Kyun? Kyun ki mujhe iss samaj ka dar hai..?? kon sa samaj??? Kise pata hai main kya kar rahi hu??? TO phir kya hai jo mujhe Aslam ki baate manne se rok raha hai.. kya galat manga ussne??? Izzat hi to mangi thi usne. Kapdon wali baat bhi to issi se related thi. Agar mai uss ki izzat karne ka dawa karti hoon, to uske pasand ke kapde kyon nahi pehan sakti. Bechaare ki jindagi me sab auraton ne usse beizzat hi kia hai. Isiliye to aisa ho gaya hai. Usse mujh se izzat ki hi to chah hai … aur mai bhi usse who na de saki. Main bahot buri hu… Dikhava hai meri shakshiyat…)
Sanskriti apne aap ko reason mante huye pata nahi kya kya soch rahi thi… Aslam k bare main soch soch kar uska dil bhari ho raha tha.. Usse aisa feel ho raha tha.. jaise usse kuch bahot bura ho gaya tha…Uska dimag chakra raha tha… Tabyat bigad ti si mehsoos ho rahi thi…K Sanskriti kuch waqt baad khud ko kisi kaam main involve karne ki try karti hai.. Wo khana banane lagti hai.. Tv dekhne lagti hai.. Par kisi bhi kaam main wo dil nahi laga paa rahi thi… Har baar uska dimag Aslam ki fikar main kho jata tha… Thodi thodi der main wo apne haath ka kaam side main rakh kar apna mobile utha kar dekhti thi ki kahi Aslam ka call back to nahi.. Dobara wo Aslam ka number dial karti thi.. Par har bar Aslam ka phone switch off hi tha… Har bar phone switch off hone ka tape sun k Sanskriti ka dil jyada se jyada betha jaa raha tha.. uska maan kisi bhi kaam main nahi lag raha tha…
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