Adultery Jawan Didi aur Meri Gandi Aadatein

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Jeendagi aksar insaan ke saath ajeeb khel khelti hai. Kabhi hansi deti hai, kabhi aise zakham de deti hai jo saari umr bharte nahi. Meri kahani bhi kuch aisi hi hai. Par sabse bada dard is baat ka hai ki jo kuch bhi hua, usmein kahin na kahin meri hi ek chhoti si bhool zimmedaar thi.

Main kabhi soch bhi nahi sakta tha ki meri ek chhoti si laparwahi meri khubsurat, jawaan behen ki zindagi par itna bada saaya ban kar toot padegi. Uski hasti-khelti zindagi, uski muskurahat, uske sapne… sab kuch meri ek galti ki wajah se andhere mein doobne lage.

Aaj jab main peeche mudkar dekhta hoon, to lagta hai jeendagi ne mere saath sirf ek mazaak nahi, balki ek aisa imtihaan khela hai jiska bojh main umr bhar uthaunga. Aur sabse bada dard ye hai ki meri us chhoti si bhool ne meri behen ki zindagi ki raah hi badal di.

Jeendagi kabhi-kabhi insaan ke saath aise khel khelti hai, jinke baare mein hum sapne mein bhi nahi sochte. Kabhi sab kuch theek chal raha hota hai, aur achanak ek pal aisa aata hai jo poori zindagi badal deta hai. Meri zindagi mein bhi ek aisa hi pal aaya tha… ek aisi bhool, jise yaad karke aaj bhi dil kaanp uthta hai.

Sach kahun to jo kuch bhi hua, uska dard mujhe isliye aur zyada sataata hai kyunki kahin na kahin us sab ka zimmedaar main khud hoon. Agar us din maine thodi si samajh dikhayi hoti, thodi si saavdhaani rakhi hoti, to shayad aaj meri khubsurat, jawaan behen ki zindagi itni badal na gayi hoti.

Meri behen… jo hamesha hansti rehti thi, jiske chehre par masoomiyat aur sapne saaf nazar aate the. Uski zindagi mein rang hi rang the, aur main hamesha sochta tha ki main uska bhai hoon, uski hifazat meri zimmedaari hai. Lekin kismat ka sabse bada mazaak ye tha ki uski zindagi mein jo toofaan aaya, uski wajah bhi main hi ban gaya.

Maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ki meri ek chhoti si bhool itna bada roop le legi. Ek chhoti si galti… aur usne meri behen ki hasti-khelti duniya ko hamesha ke liye badal diya.

Aaj bhi jab main us pal ko yaad karta hoon, to dil mein sirf ek hi khayal aata hai — kaash main waqt ko wapas le ja pata… kaash us din maine woh bhool na ki hoti. Kyunki us ek pal ne sirf meri nahi, meri behen ki poori zindagi ki kahani hi badal di.

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"The Odd Group"

1. Mihir (The Scholar):
Mihir hamesha dhang se press ki hui shirt pehenta tha, baal hamesha set rehte the. Uske chehre par abhi bhi woh bachpana aur masoomiyat thi jo college ke topper mein hoti hai. Uske bag mein kitabein zyada aur bakwas kam hoti thi.

2. Rahul aur Sameer (college ke Dost):
Yeh dono Mihir ke bachpan ke yaar the. Yeh na toh bahut padhaku the, na hi gunde. Yeh woh log the jo hava ka rukh dekh kar mud jaate the. Jab Mihir padhta toh yeh bhi padhte, aur ab jab lafango ke saath the, toh yeh bhi unhi ki bhasha seekh rahe the.

3. Vicky 'Bhaiyya' (The Failed Senior):
Vicky ki umra 22-23 saal thi par abhi bhi 1st year mein tha. Gale mein ek moti nakli sone ki chain, haath mein kada, aur aankhon mein hamesha ek aisi chamak jaise koi kaand karne wala ho. Uska kaam hi tha naye ladkon ko bigadna.

4. Sonu 'Cobra' (The Mouthpiece):
Sonu dubla-patla tha par uski zubaan bahut tez chalti thi. Woh Vicky ka chamcha tha. Uska kaam tha raah chalti ladkiyon par gande comments pass karna. Woh hamesha gutkha chabata rehta aur "Abbe oye" karke baat shuru karta tha.


College ke purane building ke peeche wala garden veerana sa tha. Wahan ki ghaas lambi ho chuki thi aur deewaron se papdi utar rahi thi. Garmi ki dhoop thi par purani building ke peeche wala garden thoda thanda tha. Wahan purane toote huye benches pade the. Wo Paancho whi pe baithe huye the, Vicky ek bench par pair phaila kar baitha tha aur Sonu niche ghaas par baith kar mobile chala raha tha.

"Bhai, iska size dekha hai tune? Kasam se, college mein toh isne aag laga rakhi hai," Sonu ne ek ladki ki photo dikhate huye kaha jo shayad unhone chori se kheenchi thi.

Vicky ne dhuen ka chhalla chhodte huye kaha, "Abe oye, kal raat jo link bheja tha group pe, woh dekha? Kya maal thi yaar woh ladki... uska figure... aur woh jo scene tha na... uff, Kya gaand thi uski yaar, kasam se dekh ke hi lag raha tha kitna dumdar hoga. Aur upar se woh itni badi chuchiyan... bhai itna milk toh dairy mein nahi hoga jitna usne dikha diya!"

Vicky aur Sonu ek saath thahaka maar kar hanse. Rahul aur Sameer(mihir ke college ke purane dost) ne bhi hichkichate huye unka saath diya, jaise woh dikhana chahte hon ki woh bhi "cool" hain. Par Mihir? Mihir khamosh tha, uska chehra laal ho raha tha. Mihir ka chehra paseene se tar tha. Usne group chat par woh video dekhi toh thi, par jaise hi usne dekha ki ladki kapde utaar rahi hai, usne darr ke maare phone lock kar diya tha. Use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki itni gandi baatein koi itne garv (pride) se kaise kar sakta hai.

Sonu ne Mihir ki khamoshi pakad li. Usne Mihir ke kandhe par zor se haath maara aur bola, "Kyun re 'Professor', tu itna shaant kyun hai? Kahin tu abhi bhi cartoon toh nahi dekh raha?"

Mihir hichkichaya, "Nahi yaar... woh... maine bas dekha nahi dhang se." "Nahi yaar... woh... maine bas khola hi tha par network chala gaya."

Vicky ne ek lambi tanz bhari hansi li, "Oho! Toh hamare group mein ek shareef baccha bhi hai? 

Vicky utha aur Mihir ke paas aakar uske gale mein haath daal diya. Vicky ki saanson se tobacco ki boo aa rahi thi. "Abe oye bacche, kab tak mummy ka dhoodh piyega? Ab tu bada ho gaya hai. Yeh dekh... isse kehte hain asli maal. Iska figure dekh aur bata kya lag rahi hai."

Abe oye Mihir, kab tak bachpana karega? Ab tu college mein hai, yehi asli duniya hai. Dekh isse... isse seekh kuch!"

Vicky ne apna phone Mihir ke chehre ke bilkul paas kar diya. Screen par wahi ashleel video chal rahi thi. Sabki nazrein ab Mihir par thi. Screen par woh ganda scene chal raha tha aur sab log ab Mihir ke reaction ka intezar kar rahe the. Mihir ki saansein tez ho gayi thi. Mihir ko lag raha tha jaise woh phans gaya hai—na woh wahan se bhaag sakta tha, na hi unki nazron mein 'baccha' banna chahta tha.

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Vicky ne apna phone Mihir ki aankhon ke samne bilkul chipka diya tha. Screen par video chal rahi thi aur Vicky ki gandi hansi Mihir ke kaano mein goonj rahi thi.

"Dekh... dhang se dekh Mihir! Sharmayega toh mard kaise banega? Bata na, kya maal hai na?" Vicky ne uske kandhe ko zor se jhatka diya.

Mihir ki saansein tez ho gayi thin. Usne kabhi itni gandi video nahi dekhi thi, par charo taraf se doston ki nazrein uspar thi. Use laga agar usne abhi kuch nahi bola toh yeh sab use "fattu" ya "baccha" bolkar hamesha ke liye chidhayenge. Usne himmat jutayi, ek jhooti hansi apne chehre par laya aur halki awaaz mein bola:

"Haa... haa yaar, sahi hai. Kaafi... kaafi bada hai... sab kuch."

Yeh bolte hi Mihir ko andar se apne aap se ghin aayi, par Vicky aur Sonu khush ho gaye. "Yeh hui na baat! Hamara Professor ab jawaan ho raha hai!" Sonu ne taali maari.

Abhi yeh baat khatam hi hui thi ki garden ke dusre kone se ek ladki guzri. Woh unke hi college ki thi, shayad library se laut rahi thi. Usne ek kurti aur jeans pehni thi aur haath mein kuch files thi. Mihir ne use pehchana—woh uske batch ki hi ek ladki thi, Ananya. Woh kaafi padhaku aur shaant thi, bilkul Mihir jaisi.

Vicky ki shaitani aankhein chamki. Usne Ananya ko upar se neeche tak dekha aur dheere se bola, "Oye hoye... dekh dekh, kya mast figure hai iska bhi. Kurti mein toh aur bhi bhari lag rahi hai."

Sonu ne foran kaha, "Bhai, iski ass dekhi? Kya tight hai yaar! Mann karta hai bas..." usne ek ganda ishara kiya.

Vicky ne Mihir ko kohni maari, "Kyun Mihir, tera kya khayal hai? Tune toh dekha hi hoga class mein? Iske paas bhi toh kaafi 'milk' lag raha hai na? Kya bolta hai, hai na badiya piece?"

Mihir ka dil baith gaya. Ananya ne hamesha class mein uski madad ki thi. Par abhi Vicky aur Sonu ki nazrein uspar thi, jaise woh uska imtehaan le rahe hon. Rahul aur Sameer (uske purane dost) bhi hans rahe the aur Mihir ki taraf dekh rahe the ki woh kya bolega.

Mihir ne ek gehri saans li, Ananya ki taraf dekha aur thook nigalte huye bola:

"Haa... sahi mein yaar... kitne... kitne bade hain uske... itne mein toh poora college pee lega."

Yeh kehne ke baad Mihir ka chehra sharam se laal ho gaya, par baaki chaaro dost thahake maar kar hansne lage. Vicky ne Mihir ki peeth thonki, "Beta, tu toh bada chhupa rustam nikla! Aisi baatein karta hai?"

Lekin usi waqt, Ananya shayad unki hansi sunkar palat gayi. Usne un paancho ko dekha. Uska chehra gusse aur darr se bhar gaya. Usne shayad poori baat nahi suni thi, par unke gande ishaare aur hansi dekh kar woh samajh gayi thi ki baat uske baare mein hi ho rahi hai.

Ananya ne jab un paancho ki taraf dekha, toh uski aankhon mein gussa kam aur herat (surprise) zyada thi. Usne Mihir ko hamesha ek "gentleman" samjha tha, par aaj use in gande ladkon ke beech baitha dekh kar uska dil toot gaya. Usne apni files ko seene se zor se chipkaya aur bina kuch kahe, tezi se kadam badhate huye wahan se nikal gayi.

Vicky ne peeche se ek gandi seeti bajayi. "Arre ruk toh sahi, 'Doodh ki factory'!"

Sab log thahake maar kar hansne lage, par Mihir ki hansi gayab ho chuki thi. Uska dil kisi hathode ki tarah seene mein baj raha tha. Usne abhi-abhi jo shabd bole the, woh uske kaano mein kisi zeher ki tarah goonj rahe the.

"Main yeh kya bol gaya? Ananya ne kya socha hoga?" Mihir ne andar hi andar apne aap ko kosa.

Uss raat Mihir ko neend nahi aayi. Woh apne bistar par leta chhat ko ghoor raha tha. Uske dimaag mein baar-baar wahi video aur wahi gande comments ghoom rahe the. Usne apna mobile uthaya aur group chat dekha. Wahan abhi bhi wahi sab chal raha tha. Vicky ne kisi aur ladki ki photo daali thi aur Sonu uspar gande mazaak kar raha hai.

Mihir ka mann kiya ki woh group chhod de, par darr tha ki kal college mein yeh sab uska mazaak udayenge. Woh abhi bhi wahi purana "Mihir" tha jise kisi ka dil dukhana nahi aata tha, par uski "sangat" ne uske dimaag par ek dhundh si chha di thi.

Usne socha, "Kya main sach mein bura ban gaya hoon? Ya main bas dikhava kar raha hoon?" Uske masoom dimaag mein ab yeh gandi baatein ghar kar rahi thin, par uska dil abhi bhi saaf tha, jo use kachot raha tha.

Agle din Mihir college toh gaya, par uske paanv kaanp rahe the. Jaise hi woh class mein dakhil hua, uski nazar seedhi Ananya par padi. Ananya apni seat par baithi thi, par hamesha ki tarah aaj usne Mihir ko dekh kar smile nahi ki. Usne apni gardan mod li.

Lecture khatam hone ke baad, jab baaki log bahar nikal rahe the, Ananya Mihir ke paas aayi. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi.

Ananya ne dhime magar sakht awaaz mein pucha, "Mihir, kya tum bhi un jaise hi ho? Maine kal sab suna... mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha ki tum itni ghatiya baat keh sakte ho."

Mihir ke paas koi jawab nahi tha. Uska gala sookh gaya tha. Theek usi waqt, Vicky aur Sonu class ke darwaze par aa khade huye aur zor se chillaye:

"Oye Mihir! Chal na canteen, aaj phir se wahi 'entertainment' karenge!"

Ananya ne ek nafrat bhari nazar Mihir par daali aur wahan se chali gayi. Mihir beech mein phas gaya tha—ek taraf uska "guilt" tha aur doosri taraf uske "naye dost" jo use bula rahe the.

Mihir ki halat ab "dhobi ka kutta, na ghar ka na ghaat ka" wali ho gayi hai. Uska masoom dimaag ek taraf Ananya ki izzat karna chahta hai, toh doosri taraf Vicky ki nazron mein "mard" banna chahta hai.

Ananya ke class se nikalne ke baad, Mihir sunn khada tha. Vicky ne aakar uske gale mein haath daala aur use canteen ki taraf kheench le gaya.

"Kya hua 'Professor'? Woh padhaku chhori tujhe gyaan de rahi thi kya?" Vicky ne samosa todte huye pucha.

Mihir hichkichaya, "Nahi yaar... woh bas puch rahi thi ki kal hum itna hans kyun rahe the."

Vicky ne ek thandi muskurahat di aur Mihir ki aankhon mein dekh kar bola, "Dekh Mihir, yeh ladkiyan na... yeh sirf un ladkon ki izzat karti hain jo inke aage-piche ghoomte hain. Par jo mard inke maze leta hai, yeh unse darti hain. Agar tu uske saamne jhuka, toh poore college mein tera mazaak banega. Tu hamare group ka hissa hai, koi fattu nahi!"

Sonu ne aag mein ghee dala, "Bhai sahi keh rahe hain. Tune kal jo comment maara tha na, woh sunke toh hum fida ho gaye the. Tu toh asli khiladi nikla. Ab agar tu usse maafi maangega, toh hum samjhenge tu abhi bhi wahi baccha hai jo mummy ke pallu mein chhupta hai."

Mihir ka dimaag ghoom gaya. Usse laga ki agar usne Ananya ka saath diya, toh woh in chaaro doston ko kho dega aur akela ho jayega. Usne jhooth moot ka gussa dikhaya aur bola, "Maafi? Pagal ho kya? Woh apne aap ko bahut badiya samajhti hai, par hai toh bas ek item hi na!"

Vicky ne taali maari, "Yeh hui na baat! Aaj group chat par uski ek aur photo aayegi, tu hi uspar sabse pehla comment karega. Thik hai?"

Lekin Mihir ka andar ka masoom baccha abhi mara nahi tha. Raat ko jab woh ghar gaya, usse raha nahi gaya. Usne darrte-darrte Online Chat par Ananya ko message kiya.

Mihir: "Ananya, please mujhe galat mat samajhna. Kal jo maine bola, woh bas doston ke pressure mein bola tha. Main aisa nahi hoon. Please mujhe maaf kar do."

Ananya ne message "Seen" kiya par koi jawab nahi diya. Mihir poori raat mobile pakde baitha raha. Uska dimaag ab do hisson mein bat gaya tha:

Phone ka Group Chat: Jaha woh Vicky aur Sonu ke saath gande mazaak kar raha tha taaki "cool" dikhe.

Ananya ka Personal Chat: Jaha woh gir-girakar maafi maang raha tha.

Agle din Vicky ne Mihir ka phone chhina aur bola, "Laye dikha, tune kal raat ko kaun-kaun se naye video dekhe?"

Mihir ka rang ud gaya. Usne Ananya ko message kiya tha! Agar Vicky ne dekh liya toh?

Vicky ne jaise hi Online Chat khola, usne dekha ki Mihir ne Ananya ko message kiya hai. Vicky ki aankhon mein gussa aur shaitani ek saath dikhi. Par usne gussa nahi kiya, balki ek naya plan banaya.

Vicky ne Mihir ke kandhe par haath rakha aur dheere se bola, "Mihir... tu toh bada tez hai yaar. Tu maafi maang kar usse dosti kar raha hai taaki hume 'andar ki khabar' milti rahe? Shabaash!"

Mihir ne chain ki saans li ki Vicky ne use galat nahi samjha. Par Vicky ne agla patta phenka:

"Sunn, agar tu sach mein hamara bhai hai, toh aaj canteen mein sabke saamne Ananya ko 'oye item' bol kar bulaega. Agar tune yeh kar diya, toh main maan jaunga ki tu sirf natak kar raha tha usse maafi maangne ka."

Mihir ab buri tarah phans chuka hai. Ek taraf Ananya hai jo shayad use maaf karne wali thi, aur doosri taraf Vicky ka "Loyalty Test".

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Canteen mein bheed thi. Vicky, Sonu, Rahul aur Sameer ek badi table gher kar baithe the. Vicky baar-baar apne phone mein Mihir ka woh maafi wala message dekh kar muskura raha tha, jo usne PingMe par Ananya ko bheja tha.

"Dekh Mihir, Ananya wahan corner wali table par baithi hai," Vicky ne ishara kiya. Ananya apne doston ke saath baithi thoda pareshan lag rahi thi.

Vicky ne Mihir ka collar thoda theek kiya aur kaan mein bola, "Ja, aur dikha de ki tu hamara sher hai. Bas ek baar bol de 'Oye item, kal raat ka message bas ek mazaak tha'. Agar tune yeh kar diya, toh aaj raat ki party meri taraf se."

Mihir ke paanv kaanp rahe the. Usne Ananya ki taraf dekha. Ananya ne bhi use dekha aur uski aankhon mein ek umeed thi—ki shayad Mihir wahi ladka hai jisne raat ko maafi maangi thi.

Mihir gehri saans lekar uski table ki taraf badha. Poori canteen ki nazrein un par thin.

Mihir Ananya ke samne khada hua. Uska chehra paseene se bhara tha. Usne Vicky ki taraf dekha, jo thumps-up dikha raha tha. Phir usne Ananya ki taraf dekha.

Mihir ne gala saaf kiya aur zor se bola, "Ananya! Woh jo raat ko maine PingMe par message bheja tha na... maafi wala..."

Ananya thoda muskurayi, par Mihir ne agla jumla phenka, "Woh sab ek mazaak tha! Hum sab baith kar dekh rahe the ki tu kitni jaldi pighalti hai. Itni bhi kya shareef banti hai? Tu toh bilkul w वैसी hi hai jaisi us video mein ladkiyan hoti hain... bas ek number ki item!"

Poori canteen mein sannatta chha gaya. Ananya ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Usne bina kuch bole apna bag uthaya aur wahan se tezi se nikal gayi.

Vicky aur uski gang ne zor-zor se taaliyan bajaai. "Mihir! Tu toh chha gaya guru!" Vicky ne chillakar kaha.

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Ananya ke jate hi canteen mein ek pal ke liye aisi khamoshi chha gayi jaise kisi ne chalti film ko 'pause' kar diya ho. Aas-paas ke tables par baithe log bhi ek lamhe ke liye ruk gaye, par wo khamoshi zyada der tikne wali nahi thi. Agle hi pal, Vicky aur Sonu ne kisi pagalpan mein aakar purani lakdi ki benches ko zor-zor se thonkhna shuru kar diya. Thap-thap ki wo awaz poore hall mein goonj uthi.

"Oye hoye! Dekha... dekha kaise bhagi 'Topper' sahiba? Mihir, bete, tune toh aaj uski bolti hi band kar di yaar!" Vicky apni jagah se utha aur usne kisi medal ki tarah Mihir ko apne gale se laga liya. Vicky ke kapdo se sasti cigarette aur masale ki wo teekhi, gandi boo aa rahi thi jo aksar Mihir ko pareshan karti thi, par us waqt? Us waqt Mihir ko wo kisi "jeet" ki khushbu lag rahi thi. Use laga shayad isi ko 'manliness' kehte hain.

Rahul aur Sameer, jo thoda peeche khade the, paas aa gaye. Unki aankhon mein ek saaf jhijhak thi, jaise unhe pata ho ki jo hua wo galat tha, par apne "bade bhaiyya" yani Vicky ka raub dekh kar unhone bhi dabi hui hansi hasna shuru kar diya. Woh bas bhed-chaal ka hissa ban rahe the.

Vicky ne Mihir ke kandhe par zor se hath mara aur chillakar bola, "Mihir, aaj tune sabit kar diya ki tu hamari team ka asli khiladi hai. Woh maafi-vaafi mangne wale kaam dhoop mein gaye (bhaad mein gaye). Yaad rakh, mard aise hi hote hain—jo dil mein hai, seedha muh pe bolte hain! Darna kis se?"

Mihir ke chehre par ek feeki muskurahat thi, par uski nazrein canteen ke us bhari darwaze par tiki thi jahan se Ananya abhi-abhi roti hui bahar nikli thi. Wo manzar uski aankhon ke samne se hat nahi raha tha. Uske kaano mein abhi bhi apne hi kahe hue woh ghatiya shabd goonj rahe the—"Kya mast item hai." Upar se toh wo muskura raha tha, par uske gale mein ek ajeeb si chubhan ho rahi thi, jaise usne koi kadwi goli nigal li ho jo na andar ja rahi thi, na bahar. Use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki wo jeeta hai ya wo apni hi nazron mein haar chuka hai.

Sonu ne mez par rakhi ek thandi cold drink ki botal Mihir ke bilkul saamne thak-se rakhi. Usne ek shaatir muskurahat ke saath kaha, "Yeh le 'Professor', aaj tera gala kaafi sookh gaya hoga itni mehnat karke. Ab bata, kaisa laga? Sabki phat gayi hai yaar. Poora college ab jaan gaya hai ki Mihir se panga lena matlab seedha maut ko dawat dena."

Mihir ne botal uthayi aur ek lamba, gehra ghoot bhara. Woh thanda liquid uske gale se neeche utra, par uski andaruni jalan ko thanda nahi kar paya. Usne mehsoos kiya ki poori canteen ki nazrein ab usi par tiki thi. Kuch ladke door kone wale table par baithe aapas mein kaana-phusi kar rahe bhed-bhaav bhari nazron se dekh rahe the—shayad woh wahi sab discuss kar rahe the jo abhi-abhi Ananya ke saath hua tha.

Pehle, Mihir ko aisi nazron se darr lagta tha, par aaj kuch alag tha. Use pehli baar apni zindagi mein aisa laga ki woh ab "adhoora" nahi raha. Hamesha kone mein baithne wala, chup rehne wala Mihir aaj gayab ho gaya tha. Use ek pal ke liye aisa laga ki woh koi "bheed ka mamooli hissa" nahi, balki is poore mahaul ka 'Hero' hai.

Lekin us "Hero" wali feeling ke neeche ek ajeeb si bechaini bhi pal rahi thi. Jab bhi koi uski taraf dekhta, use lagta jaise woh log uske chehre ke peeche chhupe us darpok ladke ko dekh rahe hain jo abhi bhi andar hi andar ro raha tha. Par bahar? Bahar toh usey bas "Vicky ka yaar" aur ek "sakht mard" dikhna tha.

Vicky ne Mihir ke kaan ke paas jhukkar, ek sadi hui muskurahat ke saath kaha, "Sunn, ab darrne ki ratti bhar zaroorat nahi hai. Agar woh 'Topper' zyada udne ki koshish kare aur Principal ke paas gayi bhi, toh fikar mat kar. Mere paas tera woh 'maafi wala message' abhi bhi saved hai. Hum baazi palat denge... bol denge ki tu ne toh sirf ek halka-phulka mazaak kiya tha, woh hi zyada 'touchy' aur serious ho gayi. Ladkiyon ko thoda dabake, unki jagah dikhakar rakhna hi sahi raasta hai, samjha?"

Mihir ne bina soche-samjhe, ek robotic dhang se haan mein sar hila diya. Use laga jaise Vicky uske liye koi dhaal (shield) ban kar khada hai, par asal mein woh dhaal nahi, ek daldal thi. Uske andar ka woh "masoom baccha"—jo kabhi kisi ka dil dukhane par ghanton rota tha—ab dheere-dheere ek aisi gehri chadar odh raha tha jise log college ki bhasha mein "Attitude" aur "Swag" kehte hain.

Uski aankhon mein ab woh purani chamak nahi thi, balki ek ajeeb si pathraayi hui thandak aa gayi thi. Use lag raha tha ki woh bada ho gaya hai, duniya samajh gaya hai. Par masoom Mihir ko yeh bilkul andaza nahi tha ki yeh koi tarakki nahi, balki uski shakhsiyat ki barbadi ki pehli seedhi thi. Woh us raste par chal pada tha jahan se wapsi ka rasta sirf pachtave se hokar guzarta hai. Canteen ki dhoop mein khada Mihir ab wo ladka nahi raha tha jo subah college aaya tha.

College khatam hua, par hawa mein abhi bhi canteen wali wo bhari-bhari si bechaini maujood thi. Mihir apne purane bachpan ke doston, Rahul aur Sameer, ke saath hamesha ki tarah bus stop ki taraf ja raha tha. Par aaj rasta pehle jaisa nahi tha. Na wo purani hansi-mazaak thi, na hi cricket ki baatein.

Rahul, jo kaafi der se kuch kehna chah raha tha, usne himmat karke dhire se pucha:

"Yaar Mihir... tujhe sach mein bura nahi laga? Ananya... woh kaafi buri tarah ro rahi thi. Maine use pehle kabhi aise toot-te nahi dekha."

Mihir ka dil ek pal ke liye dharka, par usne turant apne chehre par ek sakht mukhauta (mask) chadhaya aur thoda akad kar, gardan unchi karke bola:

"Arre yaar, tum log abhi bhi wahi purani, boring baaton mein phanse ho? Tumne dekha nahi Vicky bhaiyya aaj kitne khush the? Hum ab unke elite group ka hissa hain, koi ainvayi-painvayi log nahi rahe. College mein rehna hai toh thoda 'Swag' toh hona chahiye na? Warna log pairon tale kuchal kar nikal jayenge."

Sameer poore raste khamosh raha. Usne ek baar bhi Mihir ki taraf nahi dekha. Mihir ko saaf mehsoos ho raha tha ki uske ye purane dost—jo uski har choti baat samajhte the—ab usse thoda katrane lage hain. Unki aankhon mein dosti ki jagah ek anjana darr aur ajnabipan tha, jaise unke saamne khada ladka unka wo purana Mihir ho hi nahi.

Ghar laut-te waqt, bus ki khidki se bahar dekhte hue Mihir ne apna phone nikaala. Ungliyan thodi kaanp rahi thin jab usne PingMe app khola. Usne socha tha shayad Ananya ne koi gusse wala message kiya hoga, ya shayad woh usey sunayegi. Par jab usne chat kholi, toh wahan sannaata tha. Ananya ka 'Profile Picture' gayab ho chuka tha aur 'Status' bhi nahi dikh raha tha. Usne Mihir ko block kar diya tha.

Mihir ke seene mein ek zor ka dhakka laga, jaise kisi ne usse uska koi purana haq chheen liya ho. Ek pal ke liye usne socha ki kya woh waqayi itna gir gaya hai? Par tabhi uske kaano mein Vicky ki wahi bhari, zeherili awaz goonji—

"Mard piche mudkar nahi dekhte, Mihir. Jo piche chhoot gaya, woh tere layak hi nahi tha."

Mihir ne ek gehri saans li, phone pocket mein rakha aur khidki ke bahar dekhne laga, par uski parchhai kaanch par ek ajnabi jaisi lag rahi thi.

Mihir jab apne do-bedroom apartment mein pahuncha, toh ghar mein hamesha ki tarah wahi purani, sukoon bhari shanti thi. Uske papa apne restaurant ke kaamon mein vyast the aur mummy kitchen se aane wali khushbuon ke beech apna din bita rahi thin. Yeh wahi ghar tha jahan Mihir ko hamesha sabse zyada surakshit (safe) mehsoos hota tha, par aaj use wahan darr lag raha tha—apne aap se.

Tabhi uski badi behen, Mihika, apne kamre se baahar nikli. Usne ek purani, dheeli-dhaali t-shirt aur pyjama pehna tha, baal bikhre hue the jaise woh abhi-abhi padhai se uthi ho. Mihika hamesha se hi ghar ki raunak thi, jitni woh khoobsurat thi, utni hi woh Mihir ki fikr karne wali ek 'guardian angel' jaisi thi.

Mihika ne muskurate hue kaha, "Aa gaya mera bhai? Aaj badi der kar di? Chal, jaldi se haath-muh dho le, maine tere liye tere favourite cheese sandwich banaye hain. Garam-garam kha le."

Mihir ne Mihika ki taraf dekha, par aaj use apni behen mein woh purana rishta nazar nahi aaya. Uske dimaag ke pichle hisse mein abhi bhi canteen ki woh gandi seetiyaan aur Vicky-Sonu ke woh ghatiya shabd—"item," "figure," "maal"—goonj rahe the. Jab usne apni sagi behen ko dekha, toh ek pal ke liye uski rooh kaanp gayi. Use pehli baar ek aisi ghutan mehsoos hui jise woh bayan nahi kar sakta tha.

Use yaad aaya ki kaise Vicky aur Sonu har raasta chalti ladki ko ek 'shikar' ki tarah dekhte hain. Uske dimaag mein ek khaufnak sawal koundha: "Kya meri behen ko bhi koi baahar isi nazariya se dekhta hoga? Kya koi doosra 'Vicky' usey bhi waise hi shabd bolta hoga jaise maine aaj Ananya ko bole?"

Yeh khayal aate hi Mihir ka apna wajood usey bojh lagne laga. Woh Mihika ki masoom aur fikar-mand nazron se nazrein nahi mila paya. Usne jaldi se apna chehra fer liya aur apne kamre ki taraf bhaga.

"Bhook nahi hai Di, thoda thak gaya hoon, thodi der sona hai," usne peeche mude bina, ek rukhi awaz mein kaha aur apne kamre ka darwaza andar se 'lock' kar liya.

Band darwaze ke peeche, andhere mein khade hokar Mihir ko mehsoos hua ki woh sirf ek kamre mein band nahi hua hai, balki woh us gande raste par ek kadam aur aage badh gaya hai jahan se ghar ki roshni dhundhli hoti ja rahi thi. Uska apna kamra aaj use ek jail ki tarah lag raha tha.

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Uss raat khane ki table par mahaul hamesha ki tarah sadharan tha, par Mihir ke liye sab kuch badal chuka tha. Usne ek nivala bhi dhang se nahi khaya. Uske saamne rakhi garam roti aur dal ki khushbu, jo kabhi usey sukoon deti thi, aaj usey bezaar kar rahi thi.

Uske papa restaurant ki thaka dene wali baatein kar rahe the—kaise aaj koi naya supplier aaya ya kaise koi purana customer mil gaya. Mummy aur Mihika aapas mein kitchen aur ghar ke chote-mote kaamo ki charcha mein magan thin. Unki baaton mein wahi purana apna-pan aur saadgi thi, par Mihir ke kaano mein unka ek shabd bhi nahi utar raha tha. Woh bas apni thali mein chammach ko idhar-udhar ghumata raha, jaise us dal mein apni bhatki hui pehchan dhoond raha ho.

Uska dimaag kisi purani film ki tarah baar-baar us canteen wale "show-off" aur Vicky ke gande alfaazon ke beech bhatak raha tha. Ek taraf uske ghar ki yeh pavitra dunya thi—jahan aurton ki izzat aur mehnat ki kadar thi—aur doosri taraf woh sadak-chaap mardangi ka nasha, jise Vicky ne uske zeher mein ghol diya tha.

Jab bhi mummy uski taraf dekh kar kehti, "Mihir, thoda aur le le beta, chehra bahut utra hua hai," toh Mihir ko lagta jaise unki nazrein uske gunahon ko dekh legi. Usey apne hi ghar ke log ajnabi lagne lage the, ya shayad usey lag raha tha ki woh unke beech rehne layak nahi raha. Har baar jab Mihika usey paani ka gilaas pakdati, uske dimaag mein Ananya ka rota hua chehra aa jata.

"Mera pet bhara hai," usne dhire se kaha aur bina kisi ki taraf dekhe uth gaya. Table par baith kar usne jo nivala toda tha, woh waise hi pada raha—bilkul uski bikhri hui masoomiyat ki tarah.

Usne bina kisi ki taraf dekhe, kursi piche dhakeli aur bina ek shabd bole wahan se uth gaya. Peeche se mummy ki fikar-mand awaz aayi, "Beta, khana toh poora kar leta..." par Mihir ne ansuna kar diya. Woh apne kamre mein dakhil hua aur darwaza band karke seedha bistar par lait gaya.

Kamre mein andhera tha, sirf khidki se aati hui street light ki halki si roshni deewar par ek ajeeb sa saya bana rahi thi. Mihir ne chhat ki taraf dekhte hue ek gehri saans li, par sukoon koso door tha. Jaise hi usne apni aankhein band kin, canteen ka woh poora manzar kisi 'slow motion' film ki tarah uske dimaag mein chalne laga.

Use yaad aaya ki kaise woh hamesha se ek seedha-saadha ladka tha, jo kisi ko chinti tak nahi maarta tha. Par aaj? Aaj usne sabke saamne ek ladki ki izzat ke saath khilwad kiya tha, sirf kuch "cool" ladkon ki nazron mein bada banne ke liye. Bistar ki naram chadar bhi aaj usey chubhti hui mehsoos ho rahi thi.

Uske kaano mein Vicky ki woh baat baar-baar goonj rahi thi—"Mard piche nahi mudte." Par Mihir ko mehsoos ho raha tha ki piche mudne ki baat toh door, woh ab aage badhne se bhi darr raha hai. Woh us andhere kamre mein akela laita hua tha, par usey lag raha tha jaise hazaron nazrein usey dekh rahi hain aur us par thook rahi hain. Usey apne aap se hi ghin aane lagi thi. Woh nind ka intezar kar raha tha, par pachtawa usey sone nahi de raha tha.

Subah ki woh halki aur narm dhoop Mihir ke kamre mein bikhri hui thi, jo us andheri raat ke baad ek nayi shuruat ka ishara de rahi thi. Par Mihir ke liye, yeh dhoop sukoon se zyada ek chubhan jaisi thi. Use mehsoos hua ki koi uske sar par bahut hi komalta se haath pher raha hai.

Mihika uske sirhane baithi thi, uski nazron mein wahi purani mamta aur fikar thi jo hamesha se Mihir ki dhaal rahi hai. Usne dhire se hilaate hue kaha, "Mihir... uth ja mere bhai, college ke liye der ho jayegi. Dekh, tera naashta thanda ho raha hai aur aaj toh tera favourite poha bana hai."

Mihir ne jaise hi apni aankhein kholi, use apni behen ka muskurata hua chehra dikha. Uske sar par Mihika ka woh narm haath usey kisi kaante ki tarah chubha. Use turant yaad aaya ki kal usne ek ladki ke saath kya kiya tha—vahi ladki jo kisi ki behen hogi, kisi ki beti hogi.

Mihika ke us be-looth (selfless) pyaar ke saamne Mihir ko apna wajood bahut chota aur ganda lagne laga. Usne turant karwat badli aur chadar se apna chehra dhakne ki koshish ki, taaki Mihika uski aankhon mein chhupe us pachtave aur dar ko na padh le.

"Bas paanch minute Di... main uth raha hoon," usne bhari awaz mein kaha.

Mihika wahan se uth toh gayi, par usne jate-jate ek baar mudkar apne bhai ko dekha. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki Mihir ke andar kuch toot raha hai, par woh samajh nahi paa rahi thi ki woh kya hai. Mihir wahi leta raha, dhoop ki us kiran ko dekhte hue, aur dimaag mein bas ek hi sawal chal raha tha—"Kya aaj college ja kar main phir se wahi 'Vicky' ka Mihir banunga, ya wahi purana Mihir jo Di ka bhai tha?"

Mihir ne jab apni behen ka woh masoom aur muskurata hua chehra dekha, toh ek pal ke liye use laga ki waqt peeche mud gaya hai. Use laga ki woh abhi bhi wahi purana, bholapan se bhara Mihir hai jise apni behen ki god mein sir rakh kar sukoon milta tha. Par woh ehsas ek jugnu ki tarah chamak kar turant bujh gaya.

Jaise hi Mihika uthi aur darwaze ki taraf badhi, Mihir ki nazrein—jo kabhi uske liye izzat aur bharose se bhari hoti thin—na chahte hue bhi uske badan par ja tikin. Uska dimaag jaise uske bas mein nahi raha. Vicky aur Sonu ki woh gandi baatein, ladkiyon ke kapdon aur unke jism par unke woh behuda comments, Mihir ke kaano mein kisi purane 'virus' ki tarah ghar kar chuke the.

Woh chahta tha ki nazrein hata le, woh chahta tha ki apni aankhein band kar le, par uske dimaag mein chal rahi woh gandi 'commentary' rukne ka naam nahi le rahi thi. Usne pehli baar apni sagi behen ko us nazariye se dekha jo use khud ko andar se kisi tezaab ki tarah jala raha tha. Use apni hi nazron se ghin aane lagi.

Uska dum ghutne laga. Use aisa mehsoos hua jaise usne koi bahut bada paap kar diya ho. Mihika toh uske liye nashta lene kitchen mein chali gayi, par Mihir wahi bister par sunn pada raha. Use samajh aa gaya tha ki Vicky ki dosti ne use sirf ek bura dost nahi, balki ek bura insaan aur ek bura bhai bhi bana diya hai. Uska apna hi ghar, jahan woh sabse zyada 'safe' tha, ab uski gandi soch ki wajah se uske liye nark ban raha tha.

Usne apne dono hathon se apna sar pakad liya aur zor se aankhein meech lin, maano woh un gande khayalon ko dimaag se nichod kar baahar nikalna chahta ho.

"Main yeh kya kar raha hoon?" Usne ek jhatke se apna mooh takiye mein chhupa liya, jaise us andhere mein wo apne chehre ko duniya aur khud se chhipa sake. Uske seene mein ek ajeeb sa bojh tha, ek aisi ghin jo uske dil-o-dimag ko andar se noch rahi thi. Par dardnak sach ye tha ki jitna wo khud ko kos raha tha, wahi "dirty curiosity"—wahi zeherila nazariya—uske dimaag ke kisi kone mein ab bhi zinda tha, baar-baar ubhar raha tha.

Wo bed se aise utha jaise kisi aag par baitha ho. Bina nashte ki parwah kiye, bina Mihika ko koi jawab diye, wo jaldi-jaldi apne kapde pehenne laga. Har kapda pehente waqt use aisa lag raha tha jaise wo apni purani masoomiyat ko peeche chhod raha ho. Usne apna bag uthaya aur darwaze ki taraf bhaga, jaise khud apne aap se aur apne ghar ke us sukoon se bhaag raha ho jo ab usey bojh lag raha tha.

Ghar ki dahleez ko paar karte waqt usne peeche mud kar bhi nahi dekha. Use darr tha ki agar wo ruk gaya, toh shayad wo toot jayega. College ki sadak par chalte hue, wo bheed mein toh tha, par akelepan ka shikaar ho chuka tha. Uske dimaag mein Vicky ki wo gandi baatein ek loop ki tarah chal rahi thin, aur wo usse bachne ke liye tez kadmon se chalne laga—ek aise raaste par jahan manzil sirf barbadi dikh rahi thi.

Kuch din isi tarah guzre, jaise waqt kisi dhalan par tezi se fisal raha ho. Mihir ab college mein ghuste hi apni purani jagah—library ya labs—ki taraf nahi dekhta tha. Uski aankhein sirf campus ke us kone ko dhundhti thin jahan Vicky aur uska group apne "adday" par jamawada lagaye baithe hote the.

Kitabein ab sirf uske bag mein ek bojhal vajan ban kar reh gayi thin. Usko ab un lafango ki us "high" ki lat lag gayi thi—woh 'fake respect', woh jhuta dabdaba, aur canteen mein baith kar logon par comments karne wali woh gandi "power trip". Usey lagta tha ki woh ab ek alag hi level par hai, jahan padhai-likhai sirf kamzor logon ka kaam hai.

Mihir ka poora routine badal gaya tha. Ab woh lecture attend karne ke bajaye canteen ki bench par baith kar cigratte ka dhuaan udana aur ladkiyon ko ghoorna hi apna "lifestyle" samajhne laga tha. Usey realize hi nahi ho raha tha ki yeh 'high' kitni temporary hai aur iske peeche uske career, uske character aur uski asliyat ki qurbani di ja rahi hai.

Jab bhi koi purana professor ya dost usey raaste mein milta, toh Mihir apni akad mein sar uthaye nikal jata, jaise usne koi jung jeet li ho. Lekin uski aankhon ki khamoshi mein ek aisa dar tha jo bata raha tha ki yeh sab ek jhootha naqab hai. Woh us bheed ka hissa ban gaya tha, jahan har koi doosre ko girane mein laga rehta tha, aur Mihir is gande khel ka ek naya 'pyada' ban chuka tha.

Ek din jab Mihir college pahuncha, toh use sab kuch badla-badla sa laga. Hamesha shor-sharabe se bhari rehne wali canteen aaj aise sunsaan thi jaise koi bhoot-bangla ho. Woh pareshan hokar yahan-wahan bhatakne laga—purani building ke peeche wala woh 'adda' jahan cigarette ke dhuen ke beech woh ladkiyon par bhashan diya karte the, aaj wahan sirf dhool aur sukhe patte udd rahe the. Use laga jaise usne apni duniya ka wo sahara kho diya hai jis par usne apni nayi aur zeherili pehchan buni thi.

Tabhi, usne door se Sonu ko aate dekha. Sonu ke chehre par ek aisi ajeeb si chamak thi, uske daant poore baahar nikle hue the, aur uski chaal mein ek aisa garv tha jaise koi bahut bada 'inaam' jeet kar aaya ho. Woh Mihir ki taraf aise bhagta hua aa raha tha jaise koi khushkhabri dene wala dhoot ho.

Mihir ne ek gehri saans li aur uski taraf badha. Uske dil mein ek ummeed thi ki shayad koi badi "kaamyaabi" mili hai—shayad kisi aur ko nicha dikhane ka mauka, ya shayad koi aisi baat jo usey group mein aur bhi 'bada' sabit kare. Par uski aankhon mein wahi ek pal ki jhijhak thi, jo baar-baar usse puch rahi thi ki kya woh waqayi yahi banna chahta tha? Sonu ki woh shaitani hansi dekh kar Mihir ko mehsoos hua ki aaj kuch hone wala hai—kuch aisa, jo shayad uski zindagi ka agla bada kadam—ya uski barbadi ka akhiri saboot—ho sakta tha.

Mihir ki bechaini ab ek ajeeb se gusse aur darr mein badal chuki thi. Usne Sonu ko pakda, uske kandhe ko jhatka diya aur haanpte hue poocha, "Oye Sonu! Kahan mar gaye tum log? Subah se dhund raha hoon. Vicky bhaiyya kahan hain? College mein sannata kyun hai? Kuch toh bol!"

Sonu ne Mihir ke haath ko ek jhatke mein hataya, par uske chehre ki woh shaitani muskurahat aur choudhatt khatam nahi hui. Usne apni collar theek ki aur ek gehri, rahasyamayi hansi hans kar bola, "Arre 'Professor', itna kyun ghabra raha hai? Vicky bhaiyya abhi 'Mission' par gaye hain. Aaj sab kuch hone wala hai jiska hum itne dino se intezar kar rahe the.

Sonu ki baatein sunkar Mihir ke dimaag ki dhadkan badh gayi. Use laga jaise uske pairo ke neeche se zameen khisak rahi ho.

Sonu ki wo gandi hansi canteen ki khamoshi mein kisi tezaab ki tarah goonj rahi thi. Usne Mihir ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar, ek aisi ada mein kaha jaise woh koi badi "vijay-gaatha" suna raha ho, "Arre 'Professor', itna utavla kyun ho raha hai? Vicky bhaiyya aaj kal 'full form' mein hain. Ek nayi ladki phasayi hai unhone, 1st year ki hai... ek number ka maal hai, bhai!"

Mihir ka dil ek pal ke liye baith gaya. Wahi shabd—"maal," "phasayi hai"—jo kabhi uske liye sirf ek shor hua karte the, ab uske apne andar ke rishton ki tasveeron se takra rahe the. Use turant apni behen, Mihika, ka chehra yaad aaya. Uska dimaag kisi chakravyuh mein phans gaya tha. Ek taraf woh Vicky ka group tha jahan ise "coolness" aur "mardangi" ka certificate milta tha, aur doosri taraf uska zameer tha jo cheekh-cheekh kar keh raha tha ki ye sab kitna ghinona hai.

Mihir ne Sonu ki taraf dekha, par uski nazrein thodi thahri hui thin. Use pehli baar mehsoos hua ki Vicky aur Sonu ki duniya sirf Ananya tak seemit nahi thi; yeh ek aisi gandi chain thi jo har nayi ladki ko nishana bana rahi thi. Uska gala sookh gaya, aur usne dhire se pucha, "Kaun hai woh?"

Sonu ne ek aisi muskurahat di jo uski darindgi ko bayan kar rahi thi. "Chal, chal tujhe dikhata hoon. Aaj toh asli khel wahi hone wala hai. Vicky bhaiyya ne aaj sabko bulaya hai—tujhe bhi dekhna hoga ki asli player kaise kaam karte hain."

Mihir wahan khada raha, uske kadam jaise zameen se chipak gaye the. Use samajh aa raha tha ki wo ek aise daldal mein hai jahan jitna wo ladne ki koshish karega, utna hi wo andar dhasta jayega. Lekin Vicky ka darr aur group ka wo "fake status" abhi bhi uske upar haavi tha.

Mihir ka gala sookh gaya. Usne ek pal ke liye socha ki kya woh wahan jaye, ya phir yahan se bhaag kar ghar chala jaye? Lekin woh "fake ego" aur Vicky ka darr uske dil mein itna gehra tha ki uske kadam khud-ba-khud Sonu ke peeche chalne lage. Woh jaanta tha ki woh galat raaste par hai, par us "group" ka hissa bane rehne ki bhook ne uske zameer ko puri tarah se bandi bana liya tha.

Mihir ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi. "Kya matlab? Kahan hain woh dono?"

Sonu ne angutha piche ki taraf dikhaya, "Wahi... college ki purani building ke niche wala jo store room hai na? Wahan maza le raha hai bhai hamara. Hum sab bahar pehra de rahe the, main toh bas gutkha lene aaya tha."

Mihir ke kadam jaise zameen mein dhans gaye the. Uska dil kisi band kamre mein phadphadati hui chidiya ki tarah seene se takra raha tha. Ab tak, Vicky ki baaton ko woh bas ek "bada hone ka tareeka" ya "status symbol" samajh kar nazar-andaz kar raha tha, lekin yeh? Yeh toh aaparadh tha—ek aisa ghinona khel jiski parchhai uske apne ghar tak pahunch sakti thi.

Uske dimaag mein do alag-alag duniya takra rahi thin. Ek taraf wahi "Vicky ka group" tha, jiske liye usne apne purane doston ko chhod diya, apni padhai ko daanv par laga diya aur apni izzat ko daav par laga diya. Us group mein "action" ka matlab power thi, aur Mihir ko ek ajib si, bimaar karne wali "excitement" mehsoos ho rahi thi—woh dekhne ki lalak ki kya Vicky sach mein itna bada khiladi bana hua hai?

Lekin, dusri taraf uska zameer tha. Woh wahi masoom ladka tha jo apni behen ke liye sandwich banata tha aur Ananya ki aankhon mein aansu dekh kar raat bhar so nahi paaya tha. Uska darr sirf Vicky se nahi tha; uska darr khud apni us shakhsiyat se tha jo aahista-aahista uske andar pal rahi thi.

"Mihir, tu kya kar raha hai?" usne khud se dhire se kaha, par uski awaz uske apne kaano mein gunguni pad rahi thi.
Woh wahan khada, us purani building ki deewaron ko dekh raha tha, jahan se kuch halki-halki aawazein aa rahi thin. Ek pal ke liye use laga ki woh wahan se bhag jaye, par dusre hi pal uske kadam us andhere store room ki taraf badh gaye. Woh ruk nahi sakta tha, kyunki ab uske liye wahan se lautna, us jurm ka hissa banne ke barabar tha.

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Mihir ka dil dhadak raha tha—kahi darr se, toh kahin us gandi utsukta (curiosity) se jo uske andar paida ho gayi thi. Wo dono pairo ki aahat ko dabaye hue, dabe paanv purani building ke us store room ki taraf badh rahe the. Har kadam par Mihir ka seena zor-zor se phool aur pichak raha tha. Uske dimaag mein ek taraf Vicky ki dosti ka nasha tha, toh dusri taraf ek aisi ghutan thi jo usey baar-baar piche hatne ko keh rahi thi.

Jaise-jaise wo dono us store room ke kareeb pahunche, andar se aati halki-halki aawazein saaf sunayi dene lagin. Wo aawazein Mihir ke kaano mein kisi zeher ki tarah ghul rahi thin. Sonu ne ruk kar Mihir ki taraf dekha aur ek shaatir ishara kiya, jaise wo kisi bade raaz ko dikhane ki taiyari kar raha ho. Mihir wahan khada ho gaya, uska gala puri tarah sookh chuka tha. Uske haath thande pad gaye the aur uski nazrein darwaze ki us darar par tiki thin jahan se andhere aur roshni ka khel chal raha tha. Wo store room ki deewar se sata hua tha, aur uski saansein itni tez thi ki use darr tha ki kahin koi use sun na le. Usne ek gehri saans li aur darwaze ki us darar ke paas apni aankh lagayi, yeh jaanne ke liye ki aakhir wahan chal kya raha hai.

Store room ki purani lakdi ki khidki mein samay ke saath ek chota sa ched ban gaya tha, jo ab is ghinone tamashe ko dekhne ka zariya ban chuka tha. Sonu wahan pahunch kar ek pal ke liye ruka, uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa utsaah tha. Usne apni poori taqat se Mihir ko dhakka de kar aage kar diya, jaise woh Mihir ko is "andheri duniya" mein puri tarah dhakel dena chahta ho.

Sonu ne Mihir ke kaan ke bilkul paas apna muh laya aur thodi shaitan muskurahat ke saath dheere se kaha, "Dekh le, aaj teri aankhein khul jayengi ki college mein asli kaam kaise hote hain." Uski awaz mein ek aisi besharmi thi jo kisi bhi insaan ko andar se hila dene ke liye kafi thi, par Mihir ke liye wo shabd kisi khatarnak suooch ki tarah chubhe. Woh wahan thithak gaya, uska shareer kaanp raha tha, aur uska mann ab bhi us jhatke se ubhar nahi paya tha jo Sonu ke us dhakke ne use diya tha.

Mihir ke haath, jo ab tak gusse aur darr se kaanp rahe the, us purani lakdi ki khidki ke frame ko pakde hue the. Usne apni ek aankh ko us chote se ched par tikaya. Andar ka nazara kisi aisi gandi video se kam nahi tha jiske baare mein sirf galiyon mein charcha hoti thi.

Andar ki roshni dhundhli thi, par wahan ho rahi harqatein saaf dikh rahi thin. Vicky wahan ek ladki ke saath tha—woh ladki Mihir ki taraf peeth karke khadi thi, is wajah se uska chehra saaf nahi dikh raha tha. Lekin us ladki ke lambe, reshmi baal aur usne jo kapde pehne the, unhein dekh kar Mihir ke dil ki dhadkan ek pal ke liye tham gayi. Woh kapde, woh baalon ki banawat, woh sab kuch Mihir ko bahut-bahut jaane-pehchane lag rahe the, jaise usne ye sab kahin bahut kareeb se dekha ho.

Uska dimaag tezi se bhagne laga. Woh purani yaadein, woh chehra, woh kapde—sab kuch uske dimaag ke parde par ek ke baad ek tezi se ubharne lage. Ek ajeeb sa thanda sannata uske poore sharir mein daud gaya, aur use aisa mehsoos hua jaise uski saansein gala ghont rahi hon.

Sonu ke har shabd ek gande tezaab ki tarah Mihir ke kaano mein pad rahe the, aur uski ghatiya tippaniyan store room ki us choti si khidki ke ched se bahar aa rahi thi. Woh lagataar aur besharmi se keh raha tha, "Dekh Vicky bhai, kya grip hai uski... aur woh dekho, kaise tadap rahi hai... kitna bada size hai uska... uff yaar, uska badan dekh kitna garam hai, kaash main wahan hota, maza aa jata!"

Sonu ki ye baatein Mihir ke liye kisi sharirik takleef se kam nahi thin. Har ek shabd uski apni behen, Mihika, ya kisi bhi ladki ki izzat ko mitti mein mila raha tha. Mihir ke liye ab ye sirf ek "show-off" ya "coolness" ka khel nahi raha tha; uske saamne uska apna darr aur ghin ka ek aisa bhavar (vortex) ban gaya tha jahan se nikalna namumkin lag raha tha.

Mihir ka shareer poora thanda pad gaya tha, par uske andar ek jalan thi jo uske khoon ko ubaal rahi thi. Usne apni mutthiyan itni zor se bheench rakhi thin ki uske naakhoon hatheliyon mein chubhne lage the. Sonu ki wo gandi muskurahat aur uske behuda alfaz ab uske sabar ka imtehaan le rahe the.

Mihir ka gala puri tarah se sookh chuka tha, jaise usne abhi koi zeherila paani pee liya ho. Uska sharir ek ajeeb si akdan mein tha—woh jaanta tha ki yeh jo ho raha hai, woh na sirf galat hai, balki insaniyat ki hadhon ko paar karne wala hai. Phir bhi, uski aankhein us ched se chipki hui thin, aur ek anjani, gandi "curiosity" uske dimag ke har kone par kabza kiye hue thi.

Woh ladki ki harkaton ko dekh kar andar tak kaanp raha tha. Woh samajh nahi paa raha tha ki woh ladki wahan apni marzi se hai ya usse zabardasti ki ja rahi hai, par uska chehra aur uske jism ki halchal ne Mihir ke andar ek bhayanak sannata paida kar diya tha.

Sonu ki gandi baatein abhi bhi uske kaano mein kisi lohe ki sili ki tarah chubhti ja rahi thin, lekin Mihir ka dhyan poora us nazare par tha. Har pal jo guzar raha tha, woh Mihir ko uski apni nazron mein gira raha tha. Woh ek aisay dorale par khada tha jahan se peeche hatna uski kismat ko badal sakta tha, par uska mann, uski "gandi utsukta", aur Vicky ke group ka wo darr use wahan se hilne tak nahi de raha tha. Uska seena zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, aur uska pura wajood ek ghutan mehsoos kar raha tha, jaise woh khud bhi us ghinone khel ka ek hissa ban chuka ho.

Mihir ke dimaag mein sawalon ka ek toofan tha—"Kya yeh wahi hai jise main jaanta hoon?"—par uski zubaan taalu se chipak gayi thi. Usne apni mutthi itni zor se bheench li thi ki uski ungliyon ki haddiyaan safed pad gayi thin. Uska zameer baar-baar usey pukaar raha tha ki woh darwaza tod kar andar ghus jaye aur is darindgi ko khatam kar de, lekin Vicky ka woh khauf aur us gande nashe ka asar usey kisi majboor putle ki tarah wahi jamaye hue tha.

Andar se aane wali ladki ki awaaz—jo dard aur kisi ajeeb se asar ka mishran thi—Mihir ke dimaag mein kisi tez teer ki tarah chubhi. Vicky ki woh darminda harkatein, jo usne pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thin, Mihir ki rooh ko jhanjhod rahi thin. Usey apne aap par itni ghin aayi ki uska mann kiya ki woh wahan se bhaag jaye, lekin ek ajeeb si bimaar "curiosity" ne uski aankhon ko us ched par bandh kar rakha tha.

Woh ladki ki har ek harkat ko dekh raha tha, aur har pal ke saath uske andar ka insaan mar raha tha. Use lag raha tha ki woh sirf ek darshak nahi hai, balki is jurm ka ek khamosh hisaab-kitab karne wala gawah hai, jo chah kar bhi apni nazrein nahi hata pa raha.

Mihir ki saansein jaise ek pal ke liye thamm gayin, aur uske sharir mein khoon ka pravah ek dam se ruk gaya. Jaise hi ladki ka chehra halka sa uski taraf ghooma, Mihir ki aankhein khuli ki khuli reh gayin. Usne apne gale mein wahi choti si silver heart pendant wali chain pehni thi, jo chamak rahi thi.

Mihir ko sab kuch saaf yaad aa gaya. Yeh wahi chain thi jo usne kal hi library mein dekhi thi—Ananya ne vahi chain pehni thi jab wo apni kitaabon mein khoi hui thi. Uska dimaag sunn pad gaya, aur ek bhayanak sacchai uske saamne aayi: woh Ananya thi.

Mihir ka dil seene mein kisi patthar ki tarah baith gaya. Woh ladki, jise usne aur uske doston ne canteen mein itna zaleel kiya tha, aaj Vicky ki darindgi ka shikaar ho rahi thi. Uska sara gussa, saari "gandi utsukta," aur wo saara fake nasha ek pal mein kapoor ho gaya. Uski aankhon ke saamne andhera chha gaya, par ab wo darr ki wajah se nahi, balki ek gehri nafrat aur pachtave ki wajah se tha.

Sonu abhi bhi peeche khada gande comments kar raha tha, par Mihir ke liye ab uski awaz sirf ek shor thi. Usne apna haath khidki ki us lakdi par rakha, aur is baar uski mutthi bheenchne ka maqsad badal chuka tha.

Mihir ka poora wajood ek tez jhatke ke saath kaanp utha. Uske pairo ke neeche se zameen jaise hamesha ke liye khisak gayi thi, aur use aisa mehsoos ho raha tha jaise wo kisi gehri aur kaali khai mein gir raha ho. Uska gala puri tarah jam gaya tha—ek aisi ghutan, jo uske dil ki dhadkano ko tak band karne par majboor kar rahi thi.

Sonu, jo ab tak uski reaction ka besabri se intezar kar raha tha, usne dheere se Mihir ki taraf dekha. Uske chehre par wo ghatiya aur shaitani muskurahat waisi ki waisi hi thi, jaise usey kisi badi kamyabi ka garv ho. Usne Mihir ke kandhe par zor se hath rakha aur bola, "Kya hua? Pehchan gaya kya? Maine toh bola tha, Vicky bhai ka shikaar kabhi khali nahi jata."

Sonu ki wo awaaz—jo ab tak ek "masti" aur "power" ki baatein kar rahi thi—ab Mihir ko kisi aisi machine ki tarah lag rahi thi jo uske zameer ko tukde-tukde kar rahi ho. Usne Ananya ka wo silver heart pendant dekha, jo usne kal library mein apni kitab padhte waqt pehna tha, aur aaj wahi pendant is andhere store room mein Vicky ki darindgi ke beech hil raha tha. Mihir ke liye wo sirf ek chain nahi thi, wo Ananya ki masoomiyat thi, jise ye log apni gandi hawas ki bhent chada rahe the.

Mihir ka dimaag ab kisi aur dukh mein nahi, balki ek aisi khatarnak aur bechain karne wali sachayi mein dooba hua tha jahan se lautne ka raasta sirf tabahi ki taraf jata tha. Sonu ke shabd uske kaano mein goonj rahe the, par Mihir ko ab uski apni harkaton par aisi nafrat ho rahi thi jise wo shabdon mein bayan nahi kar sakta tha.

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