Adultery Bebasi

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Bushra syed- age -36, gadarya hua jism ki Malkin ,dudh jaise Gori ( do bacho ki maa)

Bilal: Bushra ka pati ,dikhne mein kuch khas nahi nahi , private company mein kaam karta hai


Abhiraj Singh - wood smuggler, lamba chauda hattakata admi hai, ghinona kisam ka admi ,age -42

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Bilal Syed har roz apne office se waapas aate hue apne bete Faisu ke college jaata tha. Chhoti si basti, Madhya Pradesh ke ek shaant kasbe mein, jahan har raat jaldi ho jaati thi aur raste soon-san pad jaate the. Har din ka ek hi routine tha: dono saath apni Maruti Suzuki Alto mein ghar waapas jaate. Lekin us din sab kuch badal gaya.  

Ek budha aadmi achanak unki car ke samne aa gaya. Bilal ne turant brakes lagayi, lekin car ruki nahi.  
Thud!  
Ek zor ka awaaz hua. Car ek jhatke se ruki, aur Faisu ghabrakar apna balance sambhalte hue zor se apne papa ka haath pakad liya.  

Bilal ne darwaza khol kar dekha. Budha aadmi zameen par pad gaya tha, aur khoon ka chhota sa talab uske sir ke neeche banta ja raha tha. Bilal ka dil tez dhadak raha tha. Usne aaspaas dekha—rasta bilkul khaali tha, aaspaas koi nahi tha. Budha aadmi ke lab se ek halki si hichki nikli, phir sab kuch shant ho gaya.  

Bilal ne pal bhar ruk kar socha, lekin darr ne uska dimaag sun kar diya tha. Usne turant car ke paas ja kar Faisu se kaha, “Beta, jaldi andar baith jaa.”  


Jab dono ghar pahunch gaye, toh Bilal ne car ko seedhiyon ke neeche laga diya aur bola, “Faisu, apni Ammi ko bulao, jaldi.”  

Faisu seedha chhat par gaya, jahan Bushra apna favorite serial dekh rahi thi. Naraz hote hue usne awaz lagai, “Ammi, Abbu bula rahe hain neeche.”  

“Ab kya hai?” Bushra ne irritate hote hue kaha, lekin Faisu ke chehre ki ghabrahat dekhkar uska mann kaap gaya.  

Bushra neeche aayi, toh dekha ki Bilal sofa par dhaanp gaya tha. “Kya hua? Tabiyat kharab hai kya?” Bushra ne pareshaan hote hue poocha.  

“Thoda paani lao!” Bilal ne halki si awaaz mein kaha.  

Bushra paani lekar aayi aur dekha ki Bilal ka maatha pasine se bheega hua tha. “Arre, kuch toh bolo! Kya baat hai?”  

Bilal ne ek lambe saans ke baad kaha, “Accident!”  

“Kya???” Bushra ne ghabra kar poocha.  

“Main aur Faisu bilkul theek hain,” Bilal ne tasalli dene ki koshish ki. “Ek budha aadmi... pata nahi kahaan se aaya aur... aur sab khatam ho gaya.”  

“Kya matlab? Mar gaya?” Bushra ka chehra ek dum safed pad gaya.  

“Haan,” Bilal ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “lekin dheere bolo. Rasta sunan tha. Kisi ne kuch nahi dekha.”  

Bushra yeh sunkar kaafi dar gayi. Uski saansein tez chalne lagi. “Bilal , yeh kya kar diya tumne?”  

“Maine kuch nahi kiya, Bushra. Woh ek accident tha,” Bilal ka gussa aur guilt ek saath phoot pada.  

Us raat Bilal aur Bushra ke liye zindagi ki sabse mushkil raat thi. Guilt aur darr ke beech Bilal ka bas nahi chala ki woh chain se so sake. Bushra ne bhi saari raat jag kar guzaari, kabhi Bilal ko dekhte, kabhi khidki se bahar ke andhere mein jhankte.  

Ek mahine tak Bilal raaton mein so nahi paaya. Usse sleeping pills ka sahaara lena pada. Bushra ne uske halat ko samajhne ki koshish ki, lekin uska dar ab bhi uske chehre par saaf tha. Dheere-dheere do mahine guzar gaye. Na koi khabar mili, na kisi paper mein kuch chhapa.  

Sab normal lagne laga. Lekin Bilal ke dil ke kone mein ek dar ab bhi zinda tha—jo kabhi kabhi uski neend ko cheen leta tha.  



Jab dono ghar pahunch gaye, toh Bilal ne car ko seedhiyon ke neeche laga diya aur bola, “Faisu, apni Ammi ko bulao, jaldi.”  

Faisu seedha chhat par gaya, jahan Bushra apna favorite serial dekh rahi thi. Naraz hote hue usne awaz lagai, “Ammi, Abbu bula rahe hain neeche.”  

“Ab kya hai?” Bushra ne irritate hote hue kaha, lekin Faisu ke chehre ki ghabrahat dekhkar uska mann kaap gaya.  

Bushra neeche aayi, toh dekha ki Bilal sofa par dhaanp gaya tha. “Kya hua? Tabiyat kharab hai kya?” Bushra ne pareshaan hote hue poocha.  

“Thoda paani lao!” Bilal ne halki si awaaz mein kaha.  

Bushra paani lekar aayi aur dekha ki Bilal ka maatha pasine se bheega hua tha. “Arre, kuch toh bolo! Kya baat hai?”  

Bilal ne ek lambe saans ke baad kaha, “Accident!”  

“Kya???” Bushra ne ghabra kar poocha.  

“Main aur Faisu bilkul theek hain,” Bilal ne tasalli dene ki koshish ki. “Ek budha aadmi... pata nahi kahaan se aaya aur... aur sab khatam ho gaya.”  

“Kya matlab? Mar gaya?” Bushra ka chehra ek dum safed pad gaya.  

“Haan,” Bilal ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “lekin dheere bolo. Rasta sunan tha. Kisi ne kuch nahi dekha.”  

Bushra yeh sunkar kaafi dar gayi. Uski saansein tez chalne lagi. “Bilal , yeh kya kar diya tumne?”  

“Maine kuch nahi kiya, Bushra. Woh ek accident tha,” Bilal ka gussa aur guilt ek saath phoot pada.  

Us raat Bilal aur Bushra ke liye zindagi ki sabse mushkil raat thi. Guilt aur darr ke beech Bilal ka bas nahi chala ki woh chain se so sake. Bushra ne bhi saari raat jag kar guzaari, kabhi Bilal ko dekhte, kabhi khidki se bahar ke andhere mein jhankte.  

Ek mahine tak Bilal raaton mein so nahi paaya. Usse sleeping pills ka sahaara lena pada. Bushra ne uske halat ko samajhne ki koshish ki, lekin uska dar ab bhi uske chehre par saaf tha. Dheere-dheere do mahine guzar gaye. Na koi khabar mili, na kisi paper mein kuch chhapa.  

Sab normal lagne laga. Lekin Bilal ke dil ke kone mein ek dar ab bhi zinda tha—jo kabhi kabhi uski neend ko cheen leta tha.  



Jab Faisu college chala jaata aur Ahmed college, toh Bushra ghar par akeli hoti thi. Apni daily routine ke hisaab se, woh khana paka chuki thi aur nahaane ja rahi thi, tabhi doorbell baji.  

Bushra ne darwaza khola, toh saamne do security officer officers ko dekhkar uska chehra saaf safed pad gaya.  

“Bilal Syed sahab ghar par hain?” ek officer ne poocha.  

“Nahi... woh toh office mein hain. Aap log kaun?” Bushra ne apni ghabrahat chhupane ki koshish karte hue kaha.  

“Hum andar aa sakte hain?”  

“Ji, aaiye,” Bushra ne unhe andar bula liya, lekin uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.  

Dono officers ghar ke andar ghoomte huye, har ek cheez ko dhyan se dekh rahe the. Sofa par baithte hi ek officer ne poocha, “Aapka naam kya hai?”  

“Bushra... Bushra Syed.”  

“Hum yahan Bilal Syed ke baare mein baat karne aaye hain. Unke against ek murder case ka zikr hai,” ek officer ne seedha bola.  

“M-murder?” Bushra ke haath se dupatta girte girte bacha. Uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi.  

“Haan, ek budhe aadmi ka murder. Humein pata chala hai ki unhone apni gaadi ya motorbike se us aadmi ko takkar maari thi aur bina kisi madad ke wahaan se bhaag gaye.”  

Yeh sunkar Bushra ki saansein tez ho gayi. Uska dimaag sun pad gaya.  

“Kya hum Bilal Syed ka contact number le sakte hain?” officer ne poocha.  

“H-h-haan, bilkul,” Bushra ne jaldi se number likh kar unhe diya. Ek officer ne number lagaya aur phone call ki.  

Bushra dar ke maare chup-chap khadi rahi, lekin andar hi andar woh apne dil ki dhadkan ko rok nahi paa rahi thi. Har phone ki ghanti ke saath uska darr aur badhta ja raha tha.  


Ek mahina aur guzar gaya. Bilal security officer station aur court ke chakkar lagaa-lagaa kar thak chuka tha. Us budhe aadmi ke bete ne court mein case daayar kiya tha, aur ab ek gawah bhi mil gaya tha.  

Pehle toh Bilal hairan reh gaya. Usne socha, zarur kisi ne paise dekar gawah kharida hoga. Lekin court ki pehli hearing ke pehle...  

Bilal apne desk par baitha tha, kuch papers ko ghurte hue. Uska chehra chinta mein dooba hua tha. Bushra kitchen se aayi, apne haath pochti hui, aur pucha, “Kya ho raha hai? Itna soch rahe ho?”  

Bilal ne upar dekha, thoda ghabra kar. “Haan, soch raha hoon ki...”  

Woh kuch bolta, tabhi uska phone baj utha. Screen par Asif Ali ka naam chamak raha tha, jo uska lawyer tha.  

Bilal ne call uthaya. “Haan, Asif bhai?”  

Asif ki awaaz mein excitement thi. “Bilal bhai, ek acchi khabar hai.”  

“Kaun si?” Bilal ne jaldi se poocha.  

“Main tumhare case mein ek witness arrange kar raha hoon, jo tumhare favor mein testimony de sakta hai.”  

Bilal hairan ho gaya. “Witness? Tumhe yakeen hai?”  

“Haan, bilkul. Uska naam Abhiraj Singh hai. Woh uss accident ka witness hai, usne dekha tha ki sab kuch accident ki tarah hua tha. Agar woh testifies karega, toh tumhare case ka rukh badal sakta hai.”  

Bilal ne thodi der socha, phir kaha, “Abhiraj Singh? Tumhein yakeen hai woh humare favor mein bolne ke liye tayar hoga?”  

Asif thoda serious ho gaya. “Abhiraj koi simple aadmi nahi hai, Bilal bhai. Woh ek wood smuggler hai aur apne area ka leader bhi hai. Uska influence kaafi zyada hai. Lekin usse samjhane ki zarurat hogi, aur agar paise ki baat aayi, toh tumhe intezaam karna padega.”  

Bilal ne ghabrahat ke saath kaha, “Thik hai, main intezaam kar lunga. Bas case jeetna hai.”  

Asif ne assurance diya, “Main usse milane ka time arrange karta hoon. Agar woh tumhare liye testimony de gaya, toh case humare favor mein ho sakta hai.”  

Phone kaatne ke baad, Bilal ne Bushra ki taraf dekha aur bola, “Aakhir kaar, kuch achha ho raha hai.”  

Bushra ne paani ka glass lete hue poocha, “Kya bola unhone?”  

Bilal ne halka sa smile karte hue kaha, “Ek witness mil gaya hai jo humare liye gawahi de sakta hai. Uska naam Abhiraj Singh hai, aur woh accident ka witness hai.”  

Bushra ne **** ka shukr ada kiya aur bola, “Shukr hai. Bas ab yeh case jaldi khatam ho jaye.”  

Bilal ne uska haath thaam kar kaha, “Bas thoda aur. Yeh waqt bhi guzar jaayega.”





Agle din, Bilal apne ghar ke baahar khada tha, thoda anxious tha. Asif Ali ne jo promise kiya tha, uska intezaar kar raha tha. Upar se Bushra bhi kaafi tensed thi, par usne apne husband ko support dene ka pura irada bana liya tha.

Tabhi, ek car rukti hai, aur Asif Ali nikalta hai, saath mein ek tall aur muscular aadmi. Yeh wahi potential witness tha, jise Asif ne mention kiya tha—Abhiraj. Abhiraj kaafi confidently chal raha tha, lekin uska chehra thoda serious tha.

"Bilal bhai, yeh hai Abhiraj ji," Asif ne introduce kiya, "Yeh apne baare mein sab bata sakte hain jo tumhare case ko help karega."

Bilal ne Abhiraj ko dekha, uske chehre par thodi muskurahat thi, lekin aankhon mein ek gehra seriousness tha. "Aapko thank you kehna chahta hoon, Abhiraj ji," Bilal ne kaha, "Aapka testimony humare liye bahut important hoga."

Abhiraj ne thoda ghuma kar jawab diya, "Bhai, main sirf sach bolunga. Agar aap sach mein innocent ho, toh mein aapki madad karunga."

Bilal : "Aapka support humare liye sabse zaroori hai. Agar aapko kuch zarurat ho toh hum yahin hain."

Abhiraj: "Thik hai."

Bushra chai leke aayi. Usne simple salwar kameez pehena tha, aur sir par dupatta bhi tha. Phir bhi uski figure ka ubhaar achhe se nazar aa raha tha.

Abhiraj ne jab Bushra ko dekha, toh uski aankh chamk uthi  

Bilal : "Hum apki yeh meharbani hamesha yaad rakhenge."

Abhiraj ne Bushra ko upar se neeche dekha. "Saali, kya maal hai," usne apne aap mein socha, "Jism upar se neeche tak dakh rakha hai, phir bhi saali uff.

Abhiraj ne ek aakhri baar Bilal ko dekha, phir seedha apni gaadi ki taraf badh gaya, jaise kuch bada hone wala ho.

Bushra, jo thodi door khadi thi, Bilal ke paas aayi aur uske haath ko apne haath mein lete hue boli, "Mujhe lagta hai, hum case jeet sakte hain."

Bilal ne ek gehri saans li, phir uske chehre par ek chhoti si muskurahat thi. "Haan, mujhe bhi. Kal ka din humare liye accha hoga."


Shaam ko, Bilal Abhiraj Singh ke kehne par usse milne gaya.

Abhiraj: "Maine tumhare case ke baare mein pata kiya, kaafi sangin aarop hain. Main tumhari madad karunga, lekin badle mein mujhe kuch chahiye."

Bilal : "Main paise dene ke liye tayaar hoon."

Abhiraj: "Paise? Main kyun paise loon? Zameen, property, sab kuch mere paas hai. Paise se mujhe kya karna?"

Bilal : "Matlab?"

Abhiraj: "Matlab yeh hai ki main gawah nahi banunga. Par apna vaada pura karne ke liye mujhe kuch chahiye, kuch jo mere paas abhi nahi hai."



Bilal : "Toh kya chahiye tumhe?"

Abhiraj: "Ek aadmi ko kya chahiye? Tum khud samajh nahi paaye? Mujhe ek aurat chahiye."

Bilal , jo ab tak Abhiraj ko ek accha aadmi samajhta tha, ab use yeh samajh mein aaya ki woh ek ganda aadmi hai.

Bilal : "Main tumhe paise de raha hoon, tumhe woh aurat mil jayegi. Main aur paise de dunga."

Abhiraj phir se hansna shuru kar deta hai, is baar ek bhayankar hansi ke saath.

Abhiraj: "Mujhe randi nahi chahiye."


Abhiraj: "Mujhe tumhari biwi chahiye, do mahine ke liye."

Bilal , jo aam taur pe shaant rehta tha, aaj bilkul gussa ho gaya tha. Usne socha ki Abhiraj ko turant maar daale, par woh majboor tha.

Bilal : "Chal, teri toh! Kya samajh rahe ho tum? Kya yeh koi mazaak hai?"

Abhiraj: "Mujhe dar mat dikhana. Pura gaon mujhse darta hai. Tum socho jo main keh raha hoon. Agar tum jail nahi jaana chahte, toh apni biwi ko do mahine ke liye mere paas bhejo. Meri shart yeh hai. Ya phir main gawah nahi dunga."

Bilal kuch kehne se pehle hi Abhiraj wahan se chala gaya. Bilal ka dimaag ghoom raha tha. Usne mushkil se ek taxi li aur ghar wapas gaya.

Bushra TV dekh rahi thi.

Bushra: kya hua?

Bilal ne jawab nahi diya aur seedha apne kamre mein chala gaya. Bushra ko laga kuch gadbad hai.

Woh uske peeche gayi aur poocha, "Kya hua? Kyun kuch toh bolo?"


Bilal : Abhiraj ne paise nahi liye.

Bushra: Woh gawahi toh dega na?

Bilal : Faayda nahi hoga.

Bushra ko uske bete Ahmed ne pukara, aur woh ander chali gayi.

Bilal ko laga ki uska pura jahan tut raha hai. Aaj tak aise kabhi nahi hua tha. Jaldi hi Faisu ka secondary exam aane wala tha. Aur is dauran, Bilal shaayad jail mein hoga, apna kaam kho chuka hoga. Usse jo savings thi, unse fine bharne padenge. Kya Bushra ghar sambhal paayegi? Faisu aur Ahmed ka future kya hoga?

Bushra uske peeche aayi.

Bilal ne Bushra ko kandhe se pakad liya, shake karte hue bola, Bushra, kya tum family ko akela sambhal sakti ho?

Bushra: Kyun yeh sab keh rahe ho? Abhiraj ji gawahi toh denge na?

Bilal gussa ho gaya, Woh janwar hai, kamina kisam ka aadmi hai, gunda hai. Woh gawahi nahi dega.

Bushra: Kya apne unko paise dene ki baat kahi?

Bilal : Faayda nahi hoga, Bushra.

Bushra: Kya use aur paise chahiye?

Bilal : Nahi, Bushra. Woh aadmi shaitaan hai, saitan hai, usse paise nahi chahiye.

Bushra: Toh phir kya chaahiye usko?

Bilal : Jo usse chaahiye, woh mere liye bohot qeemti hai.

Bushra: Kya chaahiye usko? Tumhari jaan, humari family, aur humare bete ka future se zyada qeemti kya hai? Bushra ne pareshani mein pucha.

Bilal ki awaaz kaafi dheemi ho gayi, Woh shaitaan tum chaahiye, Bushra. Usse tum chaahiye.

Bushra ke kaan ghanti baj rahe the. Usne kabhi nahi socha tha ki koi usse aise chahega. Woh ek maa thi, ek biwi thi.

[Vamp]

Nice start

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Wonderful start

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Great start

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Chamatkar shuruwat

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Bahut bahut shandar shuruwat

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Lovely start

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Very nice story

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Excellent writing

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Char din guzar gaye uski Abhiraj se mulaqat ke baad. Ek din Asif ka phone aaya, jisme usne agle court date ki baat ki.  

Bushra ek poori tarah se gharelu aur deeni aurat thi. Uski parvarish bhi tehzeeb aur adab ke saath hui thi, jahan ghar ke kaam aur parivar ki khidmat ko ibadat ka darja diya jata tha. Sirf 18 saal ki umar mein hi uski shaadi kar di gayi thi. Uska taleem kaafi buniyadi tha, aur usne zyada education nahi tha. Kuch mahine pehle hi usne apne 36 saal poore kiye the.  

Shaadi ke baad, uski poori zindagi uske shauhar aur ghar ke ird-gird ghoomne lagi thi. Wo apne ghar ke har kone ka khayal rakhti thi, ek mukammal gharelu aur deen par chalne wali biwi ki tarah.


Bushra ki rangat bilkul apne maa-baap ki tarah safed thi. Wo itni khoobsurat thi ki jab Bilal ne use pehli baar dekha, to wo use dekhte hi deewana ho gaya tha.  

Lekin ab zamana badal gaya hai. Bilal ab 40 saal ka ho chuka hai, aur Bushra ne 36 saal ki umr par qadam rakha hai. Lekin waqt ne Bushra par Bilal ke muqable zyada mehrbani dikhayi hai.  

Shaadi ke waqt Bushra ka jism patla tha, lekin ab, do bacchon ki paidaish ke baad, uska badan ekdam badal chuka hai. Uske boobs ka size badh gaya hai, aur uske kulhe pehle se zyada bhar jaane lage hain . Uska shandar aur bhara hua shakal-o-surat ab use ek mukammal "milfy" shaukhat deta hai, jo kisi ko bhi apne jaal mein phansa sakti hai – zinda to kya, murde ko bhi.


Bhale hi Bushra ka jism qaatilana tha, lekin wo hamesha haya aur sharm o-sharafat ke sath libaas pehnti thi, jaise usko sikhaya gaya tha. Aaj bhi wo aksar salwar kameez pasand karti hai aur apne sar par dupatta leti hai.  

Lekin itna modest libaas bhi uske shandar aur bharpoor badan ko puri tarah chhupa nahi paata. Uske badan ki adaayein aur curves kapdon ke andar se bhi apne asar chhod jaati hain, jaise wo ek behtareen tajalli ho jo nazar andaz karna mushkil hai.


Woh hamesha logon ki tawajjo aur gair zaroori hawas bhari nazron ki aadat daal chuki thi. Lekin Abhiraj ka proposal hadd se zyada ghinauni thi. Bushra ko yeh ehsaas nahi tha ke log kitne bigde aur ghaleez ho sakte hain.

Raat ko

Bilal letne hue chhat ko ghoor raha tha, khud ki soch mein ghum.

Bushra, uske paas bethi, kuch der ruki aur fir dheere se puchha, “Aap so gaye?”  

Bilal :Nahi

Bushra : Dawaai le li thi aapne?

Haan

Bushra ne himmat jutayi aur bola: Aapko unse dubara baat karni chahiye.

Bilal :Kisse? Us badtameez, ghaleez aadmi se?

Bushra :Agar hum kuch nahi karenge, toh humari mushkilein kabhi khatam nahi hongi  

Bilal :Bahut socha, lekin koi aur rasta nahi hai. Hum haar gaye hain, Bushra.

Bushra ki aankhon mein aansoon bhar aaye, aur uski awaaz kanp gayi jab usne kaha, “Nahi... main aapko jail jaate hue nahi dekh sakti.”  

Bushra: Agar aap jail chale gaye toh hamare beto ka future kya hoga?  

Bilal: Tumhe unka khayal rakhna hoga, Bushra.  

Bushra: Main akeli kaise sambhalungi sab kuch? Main nahi kar paungi.  

Bilal: Himmat mat haaro, Bushra. Yeh sab meri galti ka nateeja hai, aur iska bojh tumhe nahi uthana chahiye.  

Bushra: Main aapke liye kuch bhi seh sakti hoon, kisi bhi dard ko bardaasht kar sakti hoon, lekin aapke bina zindagi nahi guzar sakti. Aapko jail jaate hue nahi dekh sakti. Meri izzat, mera jism aapki be-gunahi aur aazadi se bada nahi hai, aur mere beto ke future se bhi bada nahi.  

Bilal : Main us haramzaade ko maar daalunga!  

Bushra: Humare paas koi aur chara nahi hai, Bilal. Usse keh dijiye, main tayar hoon. Yeh sirf do mahine ki baat hai. Baad mein hum in do mahino ko ek bure sapne ki tarah bhool jayenge.  

Bilal apni roti hui biwi ko dekhte rahe. Uske apne aansoon bhi rukh nahi paaye. Kamra ek khamoshi mein doob gaya, jisme sirf unke dil ke tootne ki awaaz gunj rahi thi. 


Next day, Bushra apne dono bete ko samjhate hue boli, "Beta, achha behave karna, achhe se padhai karna, aur apne abbu ko gussa mat dilana."

Bete ne bechaini se poocha, "Mummy, aap kahaan jaa rahi ho?"

Bushra ne thoda muskurate hue jawab diya, "Main aapki aunty ke paas kuch din ke liye ja rahi hoon. Wada karo, achhe se behave karoge."

Bete ne haan mein sir hila diya, par unhe pura samajh nahi aaya. Woh khelne chale gaye, aur Bushra ne thoda rukkar socha. Usne apne purse ko uthaya, gehri saans li, aur ghar se nikal gayi. Taxi pakdi aur driver ko Abhiraj ka address diya, jo uske dil ko bahut chubh raha tha. Safar lamba laga, par ab wapas jaane ka koi rasta nahi tha.


Wo ek bada ghar tha, lekin jaise hi Bushra andar gayi, ek gaadi tayari mein thi, luggage ke saath. Abhiraj saamne aaya aur kaha, "Gaadi mein baitho." 

Woh thodi ghabraai, par chupchap gaadi mein baith gayi. Gaadi chal padhi, aur thodi der ke baad Abhiraj ne poocha, "Tumhara naam kya hai?" 

Usne dheeme se jawab diya, "Bushra." 

Gaadi jungle ki taraf badhne lagi. Manzil ek aur bada ghar tha, jo jungle ke beech mein tha. Us ghar ke peeche bohot saari lakdiyan aur janglaat ka samaan tha, jo us jagah ke vichitra mahool ko aur bhi ajeeb bana raha tha.


"Ghar ke andar chalo," Abhiraj ne kaha. 

Bushra dheere se andar gayi. Ghar bahut bada tha, lekin asaf safai ki kami thi, jaise lambe samay se kisi ne iska khayal na rakha ho. Har taraf khali sharab ki bottles bikhri hui thi, aur hawa mein ek ajeeb si basanti smell thi.

Woh bedroom ke saamne ruk gayi. Kamra baaki ghar ke mukable thoda theek tha, lekin ab bhi ganda aur behaal lag raha tha. 

Abhiraj ne uski taraf dekha aur kaha, "Agle do mahine yeh hamara bedroom hoga. Aur tum har woh farz ada karogi jo ek aurat apne shauhar ke liye karti hai."


Bushra gusse se bolti hai, "Tumhe sharam nahi aati, kya bol rahe ho tum?"

Abhiraj dheere se muskura kar jawab deta hai, "Sharam? Kis cheez ki sharam?"

Bushra ke chehre par ghussa aur zyada nazar aata hai, "Kisi aur ki biwi ko zabardasti apne matlabi banane ki!"

Abhiraj ka lehja thanda aur sakt ho jata hai, "Sun le, randi. Agle do mahine ke liye tu meri biwi hai. Tera gora jism mera hai, jitni baar chahoon, jaisa chahoon ,utna iska istemal karunga.


Abhiraj ne sakht awaz mein kaha, "Ab yahan tum waise kapde nahi pehnogi jaise apne ghar mein pehnti ho. Tum wahi pehnogi jo main chahoon."  

Usne ek suitcase ki taraf ishara karte hue kaha, "Usme bohot saari saree hain. Ek chuno aur tayar ho jao."  

Bushra ne mana karte hue kaha, "Main yeh nahi karungi."  

Abhiraj ne uske haath mazbooti se pakad kar unhe sir ke upar daba diya, uski peeth deewar ke saath lagakar. Uski aankhon mein ek darawni sakhti thi.  

"Jo main chahoon, wahi tum karogi," usne garajte hue kaha.  

Bushra ka dil tez dhadak raha tha. Usne darr ke mare dheere se sir hilaya.

[Ahura Mazda]

Very nice story writing

[Shibani Joshi]

Chamatkar kahaani

[Madman007]

Awesome story

[Ammijan Khaalajan]

Just superb and fantastic update! Very nice writings!

[Payal Sharma]

ashadaran aur ekdom faadu update!