29-01-2026, 05:53 PM
Haveli ki purani, dhool-bhari hawa se nikal kar jab Varun ki SUV ek posh private clinic ke saamne ruki, toh mahaul ekdum badal gaya. Yeh koi aam hospital nahi tha. Yeh Mumbai ke outskirts mein bana ek ‘boutique clinic’ tha—jahan ameeron ke raaz dafan kiye jaate the, aur jahan paise fek kar kismat ki lakeerein padhi jaati thi.
Neha car se utari. Uske pair abhi bhi thode kaanp rahe the—sirf darr se nahi, balki haveli mein hue us encounter ki wajah se. Uska jism abhi bhi Varun ke touch se jhanjhana raha tha, aur andar… andar ek ajeeb sa bhaari-pan tha. Usne apna dupatta theek kiya, chehre par bikhre baalon ko sameta, aur ek gehri saans li.
“Chalo, Neha. Himmat mat haarna ab,” Varun ne uske kandhe par haath rakhte hue kaha. Uski awaaz mein ab wo sexual hunger nahi thi, balki ek cold, calculated confidence tha.
Neha ne uska haath jhatak diya. “Mujhe bas sach jaan’na hai. Aur kuch nahi.”
Wo clinic ke glass door ki taraf badhi. Varun ke hothon par ek smirk thi, jaise use result pehle se pata ho.
Aur kuch doori par… ek white sedan mein baitha Sahil sab dekh raha tha. Usne apni car shadows mein park ki thi. Usne ek cap pehen li, collar upar kiya, aur dabe paon unke peeche clinic ke reception area tak pahunch gaya. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use lag raha tha sab sun lenge.
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Clinic ke andar thandak thi—AC ki chilled hawa ne Neha ke pasine ko sukha diya. Reception par koi bheed nahi thi. Varun seedha reception par gaya aur ek naam whisper kiya—"Dr. Mehta."
Receptionist ne bina koi sawaal kiye unhe ek private corridor ki taraf ishara kar diya. Sahil, jo bahar ek plant ke peeche se dekh raha tha, samajh gaya ki yeh sab pre-planned tha. Varun ne pehle hi sab set kar rakha tha.
Dr. Mehta ka cabin soundproof tha, lekin blinds thode khule the. Sahil corridor ke end par ek waiting chair par baith gaya, jahan se wo cabin ke andar ka dhundhla nazara dekh sakta tha. Aur kismat se… darwaza halka sa crack open reh gaya tha.
Dr. Mehta, ek middle-aged aadmi jiske chehre par lalach saaf dikh raha tha, Varun se mila.
“Mr. Varun, sab ready hai. Rapid Genetic Test ki kit aur High-Res Ultrasound taiyaar hai. Cost aapko pata hai…”
Varun ne ek mota envelope table par rakh diya. “Cost ki chinta mat karo, Doc. Humein result abhi chahiye. Aaj. Isi waqt.”
Neha chupchap examination bed par let gayi. Usne apni kurti upar ki. Uska pet—jo ab halka sa round shape le raha tha—expose ho gaya.
Sahil ne bahar se apni biwi ka wo nanga pet dekha. Wo pet jise wo roz raat ko chumta tha, jise wo apna maanta tha. Aaj wo kisi aur ke saamne exposed tha, kisi aur ke paise par check ho raha tha.
The Shocking Discovery (Ultrasound)
Doctor ne gel lagaya aur probe ghumana shuru kiya. Monitor par black and white images aane lagi.
Thodi der shanti rahi. Sirf machine ki ‘humming’ awaaz.
Achanak Doctor ki aankhein wide ho gayi. Usne screen ko zoom kiya, fir Varun ki taraf dekha.
“Mr. Varun… Mrs. Neha… Ek good news hai. Aur ek… well, shocking news bhi.”
Neha ka dil halak mein aa gaya. “Kya hua Doctor? Sab theek to hai na?”
Doctor ne screen ki taraf ungli ki.
“Dekhiye yahan. Ek heartbeat yahan hai… dhak-dhak, dhak-dhak. Aur… ek heartbeat yahan hai.”
Neha aur Varun dono ek saath bole— “Twins?!”
Neha ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Judwa bacche. Ek maa ke liye isse badi khushi kya ho sakti thi? Lekin agle hi pal, uska guilt wapas aa gaya. Do bacche… lekin kiske?
Varun zor se hansa. “Double dhamaka! Wah Neha, tum toh poora package nikli!”
Sahil, bahar baitha, sunn reh gaya. Twins. Uski biwi ke pet mein do jaanein pal rahi thi.
Lekin Doctor ne apna gala saaf kiya. “Ab aate hain paternity test par. Humne jo sample liya tha (CVS method se), uska rapid analysis aa gaya hai. Kyunki aapne ‘mixed paternity’ ka doubt jataya tha, humne markers check kiye.”
Doctor ne ek file uthayi. Mahal mein khamoshi chha gayi.
“Science mein ek rare phenomenon hota hai—Heteropaternal Superfecundation. Matlab, jab ek aurat ke andar do eggs release hote hain, aur wo do alag-alag mardon ke sperm se fertilize hote hain… same cycle mein.”
Neha ka chehra safed pad gaya. “Matlab…?”
Doctor ne seedha Neha ki aankhon mein dekha.
“Matlab yeh, Mrs. Neha, ki aapke womb mein jo do bacche hain… unke baap alag-alag hain.”
Ek sannata. Aisa sannata jo chillane se zyada kaan faad de.
Varun ki hansi ruk gayi. “What? Explain karo, Doc.”
Doctor ne paper par point kiya.
“Fetus A… iske DNA markers aapse 99.9% match karte hain, Mr. Varun. Mubarak ho, aap baap banne wale hain.”
Varun ne ek victorious punch hawa mein mara. “Yes! Maine bola tha na Neha! I knew it! Mera khoon hai!”
Neha rone lagi, uska haath apne mooh par tha. “Aur… aur dusra? Wo Sahil ka hai na? Bataiye Doctor… wo mere pati ka hai na?”
Doctor ne apna chashma theek kiya aur dheere se sar hilaya.
“Nahi, Ma’am. Humne jo husband ka sample (hair strand jo Varun ne चुपke se provide kiya tha Sahil ki comb se) test kiya… wo match nahi hua. Fetus B ka DNA na Mr. Varun se match karta hai, na aapke husband se.”
Neha cheekh padi. “To fir kiska hai?!”
Doctor ne charts check kiye. “Conception date… approximate 2 mahine pehle ki hai. Specific date… 14th June.”
14th June.
Date sunte hi Neha aur Varun dono ki aankhein milin.
Manali. The Tent.
Woh raat jab Neha, Varun, aur Kartik… teeno ek saath the.
Woh raat jab ‘Double Penetration’ hua tha. Jab ek waqt par, Neha ke andar do mardon ne apna seeds daala tha. Ek taraf Varun… aur dusri taraf Kartik.
Varun ke chehre par ek ajeeb si smile phail gayi. Pehle shock, fir amusement, aur fir ek paagalon wali hansi.
“Hahahaha! Oh my God! Kartik! Wo dusra bacha Kartik ka hai! Neha… tumne toh history bana di! Ek bacha mera, ek mere dost ka… aur tumhare pati ka… ZERO!”
Varun itni zor se hans raha tha ki uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya.
“Bhabhi ji, aap toh legend nikli! Us raat jo humne kiya tha… tent mein… aage se main, peeche se wo… yaad hai? Lagta hai hum dono ne nishana sahi lagaya tha!”
Neha bed par toot gayi. Wo fut-fut kar rone lagi.
“Nahi… ye nahi ho sakta… Bhagwan, ye kya kiya maine… Sahil… mere Sahil ka kya hoga…”
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Sahil’s Reaction (Bahar Corridor Mein)
Darwaze ke bahar, Sahil diwar se tik gaya. Uske pairon se jaan nikal gayi thi. Wo wahin zameen par slide hote hue baith gaya.
Twins.
Ek Varun ka.
Ek Kartik ka.
Aur wo?
Wo sirf ek spectator tha. Ek audience.
Us raat bhi wo sirf dekh raha tha. Aur aaj bhi wo sirf sun raha tha.
Uske khud ke ghar mein, uski biwi ke pet mein, do bacchon ki dhadkan chal rahi thi—aur unmein se ek bhi khoon uska nahi tha. Uska wajood, uska vansh… sab khatam ho gaya tha.
Usne apni aankhein band ki. Uske dimaag mein wo scene chalne laga—Manali ka tent. Neha beech mein, aage Varun, peeche Kartik. Wo moans, wo screams.
Use gussa aana chahiye tha. Use darwaza tod kar andar jaana chahiye tha. Neha ko, Varun ko, Doctor ko… sabko maarna chahiye tha.
Lekin…
Uske boxer ke andar, ek ajeeb si hulchul hui.
Dukh aur sharm ke beech, ek ganda sa nasha jaag utha.
“Meri biwi… do mardon ke bacche carry kar rahi hai. Ek hi waqt par.”
Yeh khayal use tod bhi raha tha… aur ek bimari ki tarah excite bhi kar raha tha.
The Aftermath (Clinic ke Andar)
Varun ne Neha ke pet par haath rakha. Neha ne hatane ki koshish ki, par Varun ne pakad liya.
“Ab rona dhona band karo, Neha. Ab tum humari ho. Officially. Ek bacha mera, ek mere yaar ka. Sahil toh bas ab… caretaker hai. Bill wo bharega, paalega wo… par khoon humara hoga.”
Varun ne Doctor ki taraf dekha. “Doc, ye baat bahar nahi jaani chahiye. Report mein ‘Husband’ ka naam hi daal do. Hum nahi chahte bechare Sahil ko heart attack aaye.”
Doctor ne paise ka envelope pocket mein rakha. “Don’t worry. Report clean hogi.”
Neha ab ek zinda laash ki tarah leti thi. Usne haveli mein socha tha ki sach jaan kar shanti milegi. Par sach ne use zinda jala diya tha.
Varun ne Neha ko khada kiya. “Chalo, Mummy ji. Party karni chahiye aaj.”
The Exit
Jab Varun aur Neha cabin se bahar nikle, Sahil wahan nahi tha.
Wo pehle hi nikal chuka tha.
Apni car mein baithkar, Sahil ne steering wheel ko zor se pakda. Uski aankhon se aansu gir rahe the, lekin chehre par ek ajeeb si smile thi. Ek toote hue aadmi ki smile.
“Main Caretaker hoon,” usne khud se whisper kiya.
Usne apni car start ki aur unke nikalne ka wait karne laga.
Kahani abhi khatam nahi hui thi.
Ab toh asli khel shuru hua tha. Ek ghar, teen baap, aur do anjaan bacche.
Aur Sahil… jo ab sab jaanta tha, par jiske hoth sil gaye the hamesha ke liye
Clinic se nikalne ke baad SUV ek bhari khamoshi ke saath Mumbai ki sadkon par daud rahi thi. AC ki thandak ke bawajood, gadi ke andar ka mahaul dam ghutne wala tha. Neha passenger seat par thi, uska haath ab bhi apne pet par tha—wo pet jisme ab sirf ek jaan nahi, balki do alag-alag mardon ke beej pal rahe the.
Twins. Ek Varun ka. Ek Kartik ka.
Aur Sahil… uski zindagi ka woh hissa jo ab sabse anjaan ban gaya tha.
Neha ka dimaag sunn pad gaya tha. "Heteropaternal Superfecundation"—doctor ke wo bhaari shabd uske kaan mein goonj rahe the. Usne apni aankhein band ki, toh wahi Manali ka tent yaad aaya. Ek taraf Varun, dusri taraf Kartik. Us raat ka wo "Double Penetration" ab uski zindagi ka sabse bada sach ban chuka tha.
Varun driving seat par tha, ek haath steering par aur dusra window ke frame par. Uske chehre par abhi bhi wo victorious smile thi, jaise usne koi trophy jeet li ho.
Neha ne achanak khamoshi todi. Uski awaaz mein darr tha, par ek determination bhi.
“Mujhe Kartik se baat karni hai.”
Varun ne road se nazar hataye bina ek halki si hansi di. “Kartik se? Kyun? Congratulations bolna hai?”
Neha gusse se mud gayi. “Mazak mat udao, Varun! Doctor ne kya kaha suna nahi tumne? Ek bacha uska hai. Uska haq hai jaan’ne ka. Aur mujhe… mujhe usse poochna hai ki ab aage kya karna hai.”
Varun ne brake par halka paon rakha aur gadi ki speed kam ki. Usne mud kar Neha ko dekha—wohi teasing look jo Neha ko ab chubhne lagi thi.
“Baby, Kartik ko main bata dunga. Tu tension mat le. Waise bhi, wo sunke khushi se pagal ho jayega. Uska nishana itna sateek tha, socha nahi tha usne.”
“Mujhe usse milna hai, Varun. Face to face,” Neha ne zidd ki. “Yeh phone par baat karne wali cheez nahi hai.”
Varun ne steering par ungliyan bajayi. “Okay… mil lena. Lekin tujhe pata hai na, hum sadak par khade hoke baat nahi kar sakte. Public place mein ‘humare’ relation discuss nahi ho sakte.”
Neha ka dil dhadka. Use pata tha ye conversation kahan ja rahi hai.
Varun ne aage kaha, “Mere flat par aa jaana. Parso dopehar ko. Main Kartik ko bula lunga. Wahan aaram se… ‘baat’ karenge.”
Neha ne turant sar hilaya, aankhein badi ho gayi. “Nahi! Bilkul nahi Varun. Maine haveli mein kya kaha tha? Wo aakhri baar tha. Main pregnant hoon, mujhe rest chahiye. Main tumhare flat par nahi aaungi. Bas kahin bahar… cafe mein ya park mein mil lenge.”
Varun zor se hansa. “Cafe mein? Seriously Neha? Wahan kya bologe? ‘Hey Kartik, aadha pet tumhara hai’? Log tamasha bana denge.”
Usne apna haath Neha ke thigh par rakh diya. Neha ne hatane ki koshish ki, par usne grip tight kar li.
“Aur sunn… tu sach mein itni bholi hai? Tujhe lagta hai agar Kartik aayega, aur use pata chalega ki tere andar uska bacha hai… toh wo sirf ‘baat’ karega?”
Neha chup ho gayi. Uski saansein atak gayi.
Varun ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar kaha, “Yaad hai tent wali raat? Kartik kitna wild tha? Agar wo tujhe dekhega, tere pregnant glow ko dekhega… toh tujhe lagta hai wo shant baithega? Wo apna haq maangega, Neha. Jaise maine maanga.”
Neha ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Par main pregnant hoon… ye safe nahi hai… please Varun, samjhao usse. Bas baat karke solution nikalte hain.”
Varun ne apna haath uske thigh se upar slide kiya, uske pet ke paas.
“Solution hi toh nikalna hai, baby. Aur solution yahi hai—hum teeno ka bond. Dekh, aadha bacha mera hai, aadha uska. Hum dono ko khush rakhna teri responsibility hai ab. Waise bhi… doctor ne mana nahi kiya hai sex ke liye. In fact, thoda enjoyment stress kam karta hai.”
Neha ne Varun ki aankhon mein dekha. Wahan sirf lust aur manipulation tha. Usse samajh aa gaya ki wo ek jaal mein phans chuki hai. Agar use Kartik se baat karni hai, agar use is situation ka koi solution chahiye… toh use Kartik ko bhi wahi dena hoga jo Varun ne liya.
Woh jaanti thi ki Kartik rukne wala nahi hai. Us raat tent mein Kartik ki bhook Varun se kam nahi thi.
Neha ne ek gehri, thaki hui saans chhodi (breathed out). Uske shoulders jhuk gaye. Uska resistance toot gaya.
“Okay…” usne dheere se kaha, awaaz mein haar thi. “Bas ek baar aur. Sirf isliye kyunki mujhe baat karni hai. Aur uske baad… please Varun, koi solution nikalna padega. Main Sahil se aur jhoot nahi bol sakti.”
Varun ke chehre par ek shaitani muskaan phail gayi. “Good girl. Solution nikal aayega. Pehle hum thoda celebrate toh kar lein. Twins hain yaar, chhoti baat nahi hai!”
Usne gadi ki speed badhayi. “Parso afternoon. 2 baje. Main location bhej dunga. Kartik wahan hoga. Aur haan… tayyar hoke aana. Kartik ko wo red waali lipstick pasand hai.”
Neha ne khidki ke bahar dekhna shuru kar diya taaki Varun uske aansu na dekh sake.
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Gadi Neha ke ghar se thodi door, ek corner par ruki. Varun ne car unlock ki.
“Bye, Mummy ji. Take care of our babies,” usne wink kiya.
Neha bina kuch bole car se utar gayi. Uske pair bhaari the. Wo sadak par chalti hui apne ghar ki taraf badhi.
Aur kuch door peeche… ek doosri gadi mein baitha Sahil, jo unka peecha karte hue yahan tak aaya tha, sab dekh raha tha.
Sahil ne dekha ki kaise Neha sar jhukaye, haare hue sipahi ki tarah ghar ja rahi hai. Aur Varun ki SUV music bajate hue wahan se nikal gayi.
Sahil ne steering wheel par apna sar tikaya.
“Parso afternoon,” usne khud se whisper kiya, jaise usne Neha ke dimaag ko padh liya ho. “Ek aur meeting. Ek aur deal.”
Uske andar ka jealous pati cheekh raha tha, lekin uske andar ka voyeur… wo agle episode ka intezaar kar raha tha.
Neha ghar ke gate ke andar ghus gayi, apni naseeb aur apne pet mein pal rahe do raaz ke saath.
Neha car se utari. Uske pair abhi bhi thode kaanp rahe the—sirf darr se nahi, balki haveli mein hue us encounter ki wajah se. Uska jism abhi bhi Varun ke touch se jhanjhana raha tha, aur andar… andar ek ajeeb sa bhaari-pan tha. Usne apna dupatta theek kiya, chehre par bikhre baalon ko sameta, aur ek gehri saans li.
“Chalo, Neha. Himmat mat haarna ab,” Varun ne uske kandhe par haath rakhte hue kaha. Uski awaaz mein ab wo sexual hunger nahi thi, balki ek cold, calculated confidence tha.
Neha ne uska haath jhatak diya. “Mujhe bas sach jaan’na hai. Aur kuch nahi.”
Wo clinic ke glass door ki taraf badhi. Varun ke hothon par ek smirk thi, jaise use result pehle se pata ho.
Aur kuch doori par… ek white sedan mein baitha Sahil sab dekh raha tha. Usne apni car shadows mein park ki thi. Usne ek cap pehen li, collar upar kiya, aur dabe paon unke peeche clinic ke reception area tak pahunch gaya. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use lag raha tha sab sun lenge.
Clinic ke andar thandak thi—AC ki chilled hawa ne Neha ke pasine ko sukha diya. Reception par koi bheed nahi thi. Varun seedha reception par gaya aur ek naam whisper kiya—"Dr. Mehta."
Receptionist ne bina koi sawaal kiye unhe ek private corridor ki taraf ishara kar diya. Sahil, jo bahar ek plant ke peeche se dekh raha tha, samajh gaya ki yeh sab pre-planned tha. Varun ne pehle hi sab set kar rakha tha.
Dr. Mehta ka cabin soundproof tha, lekin blinds thode khule the. Sahil corridor ke end par ek waiting chair par baith gaya, jahan se wo cabin ke andar ka dhundhla nazara dekh sakta tha. Aur kismat se… darwaza halka sa crack open reh gaya tha.
Dr. Mehta, ek middle-aged aadmi jiske chehre par lalach saaf dikh raha tha, Varun se mila.
“Mr. Varun, sab ready hai. Rapid Genetic Test ki kit aur High-Res Ultrasound taiyaar hai. Cost aapko pata hai…”
Varun ne ek mota envelope table par rakh diya. “Cost ki chinta mat karo, Doc. Humein result abhi chahiye. Aaj. Isi waqt.”
Neha chupchap examination bed par let gayi. Usne apni kurti upar ki. Uska pet—jo ab halka sa round shape le raha tha—expose ho gaya.
Sahil ne bahar se apni biwi ka wo nanga pet dekha. Wo pet jise wo roz raat ko chumta tha, jise wo apna maanta tha. Aaj wo kisi aur ke saamne exposed tha, kisi aur ke paise par check ho raha tha.
The Shocking Discovery (Ultrasound)
Doctor ne gel lagaya aur probe ghumana shuru kiya. Monitor par black and white images aane lagi.
Thodi der shanti rahi. Sirf machine ki ‘humming’ awaaz.
Achanak Doctor ki aankhein wide ho gayi. Usne screen ko zoom kiya, fir Varun ki taraf dekha.
“Mr. Varun… Mrs. Neha… Ek good news hai. Aur ek… well, shocking news bhi.”
Neha ka dil halak mein aa gaya. “Kya hua Doctor? Sab theek to hai na?”
Doctor ne screen ki taraf ungli ki.
“Dekhiye yahan. Ek heartbeat yahan hai… dhak-dhak, dhak-dhak. Aur… ek heartbeat yahan hai.”
Neha aur Varun dono ek saath bole— “Twins?!”
Neha ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Judwa bacche. Ek maa ke liye isse badi khushi kya ho sakti thi? Lekin agle hi pal, uska guilt wapas aa gaya. Do bacche… lekin kiske?
Varun zor se hansa. “Double dhamaka! Wah Neha, tum toh poora package nikli!”
Sahil, bahar baitha, sunn reh gaya. Twins. Uski biwi ke pet mein do jaanein pal rahi thi.
Lekin Doctor ne apna gala saaf kiya. “Ab aate hain paternity test par. Humne jo sample liya tha (CVS method se), uska rapid analysis aa gaya hai. Kyunki aapne ‘mixed paternity’ ka doubt jataya tha, humne markers check kiye.”
Doctor ne ek file uthayi. Mahal mein khamoshi chha gayi.
“Science mein ek rare phenomenon hota hai—Heteropaternal Superfecundation. Matlab, jab ek aurat ke andar do eggs release hote hain, aur wo do alag-alag mardon ke sperm se fertilize hote hain… same cycle mein.”
Neha ka chehra safed pad gaya. “Matlab…?”
Doctor ne seedha Neha ki aankhon mein dekha.
“Matlab yeh, Mrs. Neha, ki aapke womb mein jo do bacche hain… unke baap alag-alag hain.”
Ek sannata. Aisa sannata jo chillane se zyada kaan faad de.
Varun ki hansi ruk gayi. “What? Explain karo, Doc.”
Doctor ne paper par point kiya.
“Fetus A… iske DNA markers aapse 99.9% match karte hain, Mr. Varun. Mubarak ho, aap baap banne wale hain.”
Varun ne ek victorious punch hawa mein mara. “Yes! Maine bola tha na Neha! I knew it! Mera khoon hai!”
Neha rone lagi, uska haath apne mooh par tha. “Aur… aur dusra? Wo Sahil ka hai na? Bataiye Doctor… wo mere pati ka hai na?”
Doctor ne apna chashma theek kiya aur dheere se sar hilaya.
“Nahi, Ma’am. Humne jo husband ka sample (hair strand jo Varun ne चुपke se provide kiya tha Sahil ki comb se) test kiya… wo match nahi hua. Fetus B ka DNA na Mr. Varun se match karta hai, na aapke husband se.”
Neha cheekh padi. “To fir kiska hai?!”
Doctor ne charts check kiye. “Conception date… approximate 2 mahine pehle ki hai. Specific date… 14th June.”
14th June.
Date sunte hi Neha aur Varun dono ki aankhein milin.
Manali. The Tent.
Woh raat jab Neha, Varun, aur Kartik… teeno ek saath the.
Woh raat jab ‘Double Penetration’ hua tha. Jab ek waqt par, Neha ke andar do mardon ne apna seeds daala tha. Ek taraf Varun… aur dusri taraf Kartik.
Varun ke chehre par ek ajeeb si smile phail gayi. Pehle shock, fir amusement, aur fir ek paagalon wali hansi.
“Hahahaha! Oh my God! Kartik! Wo dusra bacha Kartik ka hai! Neha… tumne toh history bana di! Ek bacha mera, ek mere dost ka… aur tumhare pati ka… ZERO!”
Varun itni zor se hans raha tha ki uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya.
“Bhabhi ji, aap toh legend nikli! Us raat jo humne kiya tha… tent mein… aage se main, peeche se wo… yaad hai? Lagta hai hum dono ne nishana sahi lagaya tha!”
Neha bed par toot gayi. Wo fut-fut kar rone lagi.
“Nahi… ye nahi ho sakta… Bhagwan, ye kya kiya maine… Sahil… mere Sahil ka kya hoga…”
Sahil’s Reaction (Bahar Corridor Mein)
Darwaze ke bahar, Sahil diwar se tik gaya. Uske pairon se jaan nikal gayi thi. Wo wahin zameen par slide hote hue baith gaya.
Twins.
Ek Varun ka.
Ek Kartik ka.
Aur wo?
Wo sirf ek spectator tha. Ek audience.
Us raat bhi wo sirf dekh raha tha. Aur aaj bhi wo sirf sun raha tha.
Uske khud ke ghar mein, uski biwi ke pet mein, do bacchon ki dhadkan chal rahi thi—aur unmein se ek bhi khoon uska nahi tha. Uska wajood, uska vansh… sab khatam ho gaya tha.
Usne apni aankhein band ki. Uske dimaag mein wo scene chalne laga—Manali ka tent. Neha beech mein, aage Varun, peeche Kartik. Wo moans, wo screams.
Use gussa aana chahiye tha. Use darwaza tod kar andar jaana chahiye tha. Neha ko, Varun ko, Doctor ko… sabko maarna chahiye tha.
Lekin…
Uske boxer ke andar, ek ajeeb si hulchul hui.
Dukh aur sharm ke beech, ek ganda sa nasha jaag utha.
“Meri biwi… do mardon ke bacche carry kar rahi hai. Ek hi waqt par.”
Yeh khayal use tod bhi raha tha… aur ek bimari ki tarah excite bhi kar raha tha.
The Aftermath (Clinic ke Andar)
Varun ne Neha ke pet par haath rakha. Neha ne hatane ki koshish ki, par Varun ne pakad liya.
“Ab rona dhona band karo, Neha. Ab tum humari ho. Officially. Ek bacha mera, ek mere yaar ka. Sahil toh bas ab… caretaker hai. Bill wo bharega, paalega wo… par khoon humara hoga.”
Varun ne Doctor ki taraf dekha. “Doc, ye baat bahar nahi jaani chahiye. Report mein ‘Husband’ ka naam hi daal do. Hum nahi chahte bechare Sahil ko heart attack aaye.”
Doctor ne paise ka envelope pocket mein rakha. “Don’t worry. Report clean hogi.”
Neha ab ek zinda laash ki tarah leti thi. Usne haveli mein socha tha ki sach jaan kar shanti milegi. Par sach ne use zinda jala diya tha.
Varun ne Neha ko khada kiya. “Chalo, Mummy ji. Party karni chahiye aaj.”
The Exit
Jab Varun aur Neha cabin se bahar nikle, Sahil wahan nahi tha.
Wo pehle hi nikal chuka tha.
Apni car mein baithkar, Sahil ne steering wheel ko zor se pakda. Uski aankhon se aansu gir rahe the, lekin chehre par ek ajeeb si smile thi. Ek toote hue aadmi ki smile.
“Main Caretaker hoon,” usne khud se whisper kiya.
Usne apni car start ki aur unke nikalne ka wait karne laga.
Kahani abhi khatam nahi hui thi.
Ab toh asli khel shuru hua tha. Ek ghar, teen baap, aur do anjaan bacche.
Aur Sahil… jo ab sab jaanta tha, par jiske hoth sil gaye the hamesha ke liye
Clinic se nikalne ke baad SUV ek bhari khamoshi ke saath Mumbai ki sadkon par daud rahi thi. AC ki thandak ke bawajood, gadi ke andar ka mahaul dam ghutne wala tha. Neha passenger seat par thi, uska haath ab bhi apne pet par tha—wo pet jisme ab sirf ek jaan nahi, balki do alag-alag mardon ke beej pal rahe the.
Twins. Ek Varun ka. Ek Kartik ka.
Aur Sahil… uski zindagi ka woh hissa jo ab sabse anjaan ban gaya tha.
Neha ka dimaag sunn pad gaya tha. "Heteropaternal Superfecundation"—doctor ke wo bhaari shabd uske kaan mein goonj rahe the. Usne apni aankhein band ki, toh wahi Manali ka tent yaad aaya. Ek taraf Varun, dusri taraf Kartik. Us raat ka wo "Double Penetration" ab uski zindagi ka sabse bada sach ban chuka tha.
Varun driving seat par tha, ek haath steering par aur dusra window ke frame par. Uske chehre par abhi bhi wo victorious smile thi, jaise usne koi trophy jeet li ho.
Neha ne achanak khamoshi todi. Uski awaaz mein darr tha, par ek determination bhi.
“Mujhe Kartik se baat karni hai.”
Varun ne road se nazar hataye bina ek halki si hansi di. “Kartik se? Kyun? Congratulations bolna hai?”
Neha gusse se mud gayi. “Mazak mat udao, Varun! Doctor ne kya kaha suna nahi tumne? Ek bacha uska hai. Uska haq hai jaan’ne ka. Aur mujhe… mujhe usse poochna hai ki ab aage kya karna hai.”
Varun ne brake par halka paon rakha aur gadi ki speed kam ki. Usne mud kar Neha ko dekha—wohi teasing look jo Neha ko ab chubhne lagi thi.
“Baby, Kartik ko main bata dunga. Tu tension mat le. Waise bhi, wo sunke khushi se pagal ho jayega. Uska nishana itna sateek tha, socha nahi tha usne.”
“Mujhe usse milna hai, Varun. Face to face,” Neha ne zidd ki. “Yeh phone par baat karne wali cheez nahi hai.”
Varun ne steering par ungliyan bajayi. “Okay… mil lena. Lekin tujhe pata hai na, hum sadak par khade hoke baat nahi kar sakte. Public place mein ‘humare’ relation discuss nahi ho sakte.”
Neha ka dil dhadka. Use pata tha ye conversation kahan ja rahi hai.
Varun ne aage kaha, “Mere flat par aa jaana. Parso dopehar ko. Main Kartik ko bula lunga. Wahan aaram se… ‘baat’ karenge.”
Neha ne turant sar hilaya, aankhein badi ho gayi. “Nahi! Bilkul nahi Varun. Maine haveli mein kya kaha tha? Wo aakhri baar tha. Main pregnant hoon, mujhe rest chahiye. Main tumhare flat par nahi aaungi. Bas kahin bahar… cafe mein ya park mein mil lenge.”
Varun zor se hansa. “Cafe mein? Seriously Neha? Wahan kya bologe? ‘Hey Kartik, aadha pet tumhara hai’? Log tamasha bana denge.”
Usne apna haath Neha ke thigh par rakh diya. Neha ne hatane ki koshish ki, par usne grip tight kar li.
“Aur sunn… tu sach mein itni bholi hai? Tujhe lagta hai agar Kartik aayega, aur use pata chalega ki tere andar uska bacha hai… toh wo sirf ‘baat’ karega?”
Neha chup ho gayi. Uski saansein atak gayi.
Varun ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar kaha, “Yaad hai tent wali raat? Kartik kitna wild tha? Agar wo tujhe dekhega, tere pregnant glow ko dekhega… toh tujhe lagta hai wo shant baithega? Wo apna haq maangega, Neha. Jaise maine maanga.”
Neha ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Par main pregnant hoon… ye safe nahi hai… please Varun, samjhao usse. Bas baat karke solution nikalte hain.”
Varun ne apna haath uske thigh se upar slide kiya, uske pet ke paas.
“Solution hi toh nikalna hai, baby. Aur solution yahi hai—hum teeno ka bond. Dekh, aadha bacha mera hai, aadha uska. Hum dono ko khush rakhna teri responsibility hai ab. Waise bhi… doctor ne mana nahi kiya hai sex ke liye. In fact, thoda enjoyment stress kam karta hai.”
Neha ne Varun ki aankhon mein dekha. Wahan sirf lust aur manipulation tha. Usse samajh aa gaya ki wo ek jaal mein phans chuki hai. Agar use Kartik se baat karni hai, agar use is situation ka koi solution chahiye… toh use Kartik ko bhi wahi dena hoga jo Varun ne liya.
Woh jaanti thi ki Kartik rukne wala nahi hai. Us raat tent mein Kartik ki bhook Varun se kam nahi thi.
Neha ne ek gehri, thaki hui saans chhodi (breathed out). Uske shoulders jhuk gaye. Uska resistance toot gaya.
“Okay…” usne dheere se kaha, awaaz mein haar thi. “Bas ek baar aur. Sirf isliye kyunki mujhe baat karni hai. Aur uske baad… please Varun, koi solution nikalna padega. Main Sahil se aur jhoot nahi bol sakti.”
Varun ke chehre par ek shaitani muskaan phail gayi. “Good girl. Solution nikal aayega. Pehle hum thoda celebrate toh kar lein. Twins hain yaar, chhoti baat nahi hai!”
Usne gadi ki speed badhayi. “Parso afternoon. 2 baje. Main location bhej dunga. Kartik wahan hoga. Aur haan… tayyar hoke aana. Kartik ko wo red waali lipstick pasand hai.”
Neha ne khidki ke bahar dekhna shuru kar diya taaki Varun uske aansu na dekh sake.
Gadi Neha ke ghar se thodi door, ek corner par ruki. Varun ne car unlock ki.
“Bye, Mummy ji. Take care of our babies,” usne wink kiya.
Neha bina kuch bole car se utar gayi. Uske pair bhaari the. Wo sadak par chalti hui apne ghar ki taraf badhi.
Aur kuch door peeche… ek doosri gadi mein baitha Sahil, jo unka peecha karte hue yahan tak aaya tha, sab dekh raha tha.
Sahil ne dekha ki kaise Neha sar jhukaye, haare hue sipahi ki tarah ghar ja rahi hai. Aur Varun ki SUV music bajate hue wahan se nikal gayi.
Sahil ne steering wheel par apna sar tikaya.
“Parso afternoon,” usne khud se whisper kiya, jaise usne Neha ke dimaag ko padh liya ho. “Ek aur meeting. Ek aur deal.”
Uske andar ka jealous pati cheekh raha tha, lekin uske andar ka voyeur… wo agle episode ka intezaar kar raha tha.
Neha ghar ke gate ke andar ghus gayi, apni naseeb aur apne pet mein pal rahe do raaz ke saath.
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