Adultery AAHAT - ek cuckold ki sanak

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Chapter - 33


Ayesha khala ka ghar alishaan aur bada tha, lekin bheed se bhara tha. Unhone humein jaldi fresh hone ko kaha aur khud ammi-abbu se baatein karne lagi. Main Noor aur Rizwan ke saath guest kamre mein chala gaya. Kuch der baad Ayesha khala aayi aur Noor se baatein karne lagi. Main fresh hone chala gaya. Jab wapas aaya, Noor ke chehre par tanav tha. “Kya hua, Noor? Khala ne kuch kaha kya?” maine poochha. Noor ne sar jhukaya aur boli, “Rizwan ke abbu, khala bol rahi thi ki aur logon ka aana baaki hai. Is kamre mein auron ko bhi adjust karna padega.” Yeh sun kar mujhe gussa aaya—hum unke khaas bulave par itni door se aaye, aur yeh adjustment ki baat. Maine Noor ke kandhe par haath rakha, “Tum chinta mat karo, main kuch dekhta hoon.”

Noor ne sar hilaya, uski aankhon mein thakan thi. “Chalo, pehle chai pi lete hain,” maine kaha. Hum kamre se baahar aaye, jahan aangan mein ek naukar chai ke pyale le aaya. Noor ne Rizwan ko god mein liya, uske narm haathon ko sehlate hue chai pee, aur maine bhi ek pyala uthaya. Chai ki khushboo ne thodi rahat di, lekin Noor ki chuppi abhi bhi pareshan kar rahi thi.

Chai ke baad hum drawing room mein ikattha hue, jahan dining table par garma-garam parathe aur mutton curry ki khushboo faili thi, jo Ayesha khala ne hamare aane ki khushi mein banwaya tha. Ammi ne Rizwan ko god mein liye doodh pilaya, uske chhote haath unke dupatte se khel rahe the. Noor chupchap paratha kha rahi thi, uski aankhon mein wahi thakan.

Main Ayesha khala ke shauhar, Naseer mamu, ke paas gaya. “Mamu, nashta lazeez tha,” maine muskurate hue kaha, “par yeh guest kamra... Noor aur Rizwan ke liye thodi jagah chahiye.” Unhone bhi muskuraya, “Arre Imran, shaadi ka ghar hai, thodi bheed toh banta hai. Par main khala se baat karta hoon.” Unki baat mein pyaar tha, lekin masle ka hal nahi dikha.

Main Ayesha khala ke paas gaya, jo mobile par kisi caterer se baat kar rahi thi. “Haan, mutton mein thoda aur masala daal do, aur pulao bhi taiyaar rakho!” unhone kaha, phir meri taraf dekha. “Khala, ek baat karni thi,” maine dheere se kaha. “Noor thodi pareshan hai. Is kamre mein aur log adjust karne ki baat boli aapne. Rizwan chhota hai, humein thodi jagah chahiye.” Khala ne mobile side mein rakha, ek saans li, aur boli, “Arre beta, shaadi ka ghar hai, sab aate hain. Par theek hai, main ek alag kamra set karwa deti hoon.” Maine shukriya kaha, dil halka hua.

Ghar mein sab kal ki shaadi ke liye vyast the—Ayesha khala ki chhoti beti ka nikaah tha. Khala har kaam sambhal rahi thi—kabhi caterer se baat, kabhi phoolon wale se stage ke liye gulab ka intezaam. Unki awaaz ghar mein goonj rahi thi. Mujhe bhi ek kaam de diya, “Imran, tum zara stage ke gulab ke intezaam dekh lo.” Maine sar hilaya. Ghar ka mahaul jashn se bhara tha.

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Main din bhar kaam mein vyast raha, aur saath-saath door-door se aaye rishtedaaron se baatein aur salaam-aada karne ka mauka mila. Shaam ko main thak gaya tha, aur jab thaka-hara kamre mein pahuncha, to dekha ki Noor Rizwan ke saath soyi hui thi. Maine kamre mein nazar daudayi, to ek aur door ki bhabhi kone mein soyi hui thi. Ayesha khala ke kehne ke bawajood humein adjust karna pad raha tha. Un dono ko sota dekh main baahar nikla, aur kismat se Ayesha khala wahin drawing room mein thi. Maine unse poochha, “Khala, nahi ho paya bandobast?” Khala ne muskuraya, meri taraf dekha, aur boli, “Babu, ab ghar mein koi jagah nahi bachi hai. Lekin main ek kaam karwa sakti hoon.” Maine poochha, “Kya, khala?” Unhone kaha, “Mere jaan-pehchaan ke log hain, bagal mein hi rehte hain. Tu shayad unhe nahi jaanta. Agar tu chahe, to tu, Noor, aur Rizwan wahan thehar sakte ho.” Main kuch der sochne laga aur bola, “Lekin khala, kisi gair ke yahan theharna theek nahi hoga, aur ammi-abbu?” Khala ne thodi der socha aur kaha, “Woh dono toh yahan maze mein hain, unhe koi dikkat nahi hogi. Yahan unka man laga rahega. Aur woh log gair nahi hain, Imran. Agar tu chahe, to main unhe keh doongi.” Maine sar khujaya—mujhe kisi anjaan ke yahan rehna accha nahi lag raha tha. “Khala, hum yahin dekh lenge,” maine kaha. Unhone jawab diya, “Jaisi teri marzi,” aur phir chali gayi.

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Raat ho gayi thi, aur Noor ke kamre mein aurat sone chali gayin. Main baaki mardon ke saath hall mein gadde par let gaya. Jaise hi maine sar neeche rakha, mujhe ehsaas hua ki takiya toh hai hi nahi. Pankha bhi dheere-dheere chal raha tha, bilkul bekaar. Mera dhyan Noor ke kamre ki taraf gaya, jahan AC ki thandi hawa chal rahi thi. Dopahar mein Ayesha khala ki baat yaad aayi—unhone mujhe wahan sone ko kaha tha, par maine unki baat nahi maani. Ab pachtawa ho raha tha.

Raat bhar garmi aur machchharon se joojhta raha. Machchharon ke kaatne se main baar-baar jag utha. Neend tooti, to dobara aayi hi nahi. Hawa lene ke liye maine socha ki bahar bagiche mein chala jaoon. Dheere se apni jagah se utha aur hall se bahar nikalne ko badha, par gate par tala laga hua tha. Maine apna sar pakad liya—ab kya karoon?

Pyaas bhi lag rahi thi, to main kitchen ki taraf gaya. Fridge khola, par ek bhi paani ki bottle nahi dikhi. Ab mujhe apne aap par gussa aane laga—Ayesha khala ki baat kyun nahi maani? Wapas gadde par laut kar sone ki koshish ki, par neend nahi aayi. Dil bechain tha, aur dimaag mein dopahar ki baatein ghoom rahi thi. Kal shaam ki ek ghatna yaad aayi, jisse thodi si muskan chehre par aa gayi, par saath hi bechaini bhi badh gayi.

Pyaas ab aur badh rahi thi. Maine socha, fridge mein paani nahi to kam se kam kal se paani hi pi loon. Dubara kitchen mein gaya, par wahan ka haal aur bhi kharab tha. Kaafi der tak khoja, par ek bhi saaf glass nahi mila. Gussa aur badh gaya. Aakhir mein, maine apne haathon se chullu banaya aur kal se rakhe paani ko piya. Tabhi deewar ke doosri taraf se dhamm ki awaaz aayi—koi kooda tha! Mera dil darr se dhadak utha. Dimaag mein ek hi khayal aaya—CHOR!
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Main hadbada gaya aur jhat se khidki kholkar bahar awaaz ki disha mein dekhne laga. Mujhe koi dikha nahi—iska matlab jo bhi tha, woh wahan se ja chuka tha. Maine khidki band ki aur dheere se apne gadde ki taraf lautne laga. Tabhi khayal aaya ki agar sach mein chor tha, toh shadi ke ghar se kaafi kuch chura sakta tha. Main jaante hue aisa hone dena theek nahi samjha. Kuch pal sochne ke baad, maine faisla kiya ki Ayesha khala ko batana hi sahi hoga. Par raat ke teen baje unhe uthana kya theek rahega? Thodi der socha, aur laga ki aise uthana shayad galat ho. Phir maine socha ki kitchen ke upar wale kamre mein jaakar baat batana behtar hoga—woh log Ayesha khala ko jaankar de denge.

Main dheere-dheere chalte hue upar wale kamre ke darwaze tak pahuncha aur halke se dastak di. Koi jawab nahi aaya. Do-teen baar aur dastak di, tab jaakar darwaza khula. Samne Ayesha khala ki beti, jiska kal nikaah hone wala tha, khadi thi. Usko dekhkar main thoda chaunk gaya. Maine salam kiya aur jaldi se awaaz ke baare mein bataya. Gaur kiya toh laga ki woh darwaza poora nahi khol rahi thi, jaise meri nazar ko andar jhankne se rokna chahti ho.
Maine uski taraf dekha aur kaha, “Saba, mujhe laga shayad koi chor hai… deewar ke uss taraf se dhamm ki awaaz aayi thi.” Woh chup rahi, phir dheere se, adab ke saath boli, “Bhai, sab theek hai. Shayad tumhe galat laga. Raat mein aise awaazein ho jati hain.” Uska lehja weham door karne wala tha, par darwaza ab bhi thoda hi khula tha, aur woh mujhe andar jhankne se rokti si lag rahi thi.

Maine kaha, “Haan, par awaaz bahut tez thi. Ek baar dekh loon?” Yeh kehte hue maine ek kadam aage badhaya, darwaze ke paas jhankne ki koshish ki. Saba jaldi se boli, “Nahi, bhai, koi zaroorat nahi. Main dekh loongi.” Par uski awaaz mein ek ghabrahat thi, aur maine gaur kiya ki uske kurte ka ek button toota hua tha, aur baal thodi si bikhri hui thein. Mere dil mein shak aur gehra ho gaya. Woh jaldi se darwaza band karne lagi, par uske haath ka kapkapana mujhse chhupa nahi.

Main wahi khada raha, dimag mein sawaal uth rahe the. Yeh kya baat thi?

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Chapter - 34

Maine phir zyada nahi socha, raat ke char bajne ko the, aur mujhe us kharab haalat mein bhi ab kaafi neend aa rahi thi. Main usi bistar par jaake so gaya—garmi aur machchharon ke beech.

Agli subah meri neend khuli to main kaafi thaka-thaka mehsoos kar raha tha. Aaj Ayesha khala ki chhoti beti ka nikaah tha. Ghar mein sab subah se kaam mein uljhe hue the. Nikaah ka hall ghar se thodi doori par tha.

Main Noor ke paas gaya, jo naha-dho kar kamre mein baithi Rizwan ko taiyaar kar rahi thi. Maine use dekhte hi kaha, “Noor, kaisi neend aayi aapki?” Usne meri taraf dekha, muskurayi, aur boli, “Achi, Rizwan ke abbu. Aur aapki?” Maine raat ka haal bataya—kaise garmi aur machchharon se raat bhar joojhta raha. Meri baat sun kar woh udaas ho gayi, “Rizwan ke abbu, yeh bheed toh kam nahi hogi. Ayesha khala keh rahi thi ki kuch door ke log aur aane baaki hain.” Yeh sun kar maine apne sar par haath rakha aur Noor ko kal ki Ayesha khala ki baat batayi. Usne jhat se kaha, “Rizwan ke abbu, aap khala ko keh do na, hum unke rishtedaar ke yahan ruk jayenge.” Maine thodi der socha, phir sar haan mein hilaya.

Maine koshish ki Ayesha khala se yeh baat kehne ki, ki hum unke rishtedaar ke yahan rukne ko taiyaar hain, par khala aaj had se zyada mashgool thi. Din bhar mujhe unse baat karne ka mauka nahi mila.

Shaam hone ko thi, saari khawateen saj-dhaj kar, naye kapdon aur veil mein, dheere-dheere hall ki taraf jaane lagi. Main bhi hall mein mardon ki jagah ek kursi pakad kar baith gaya, aur abbu mere saath baithe the. Auraton ki taraf Noor, Rizwan ko god mein liye, aur ammi baithi thi.

Ayesha khala ne shandaar intezaam kiya tha. Khane-peene ki koi kami nahi thi, aur stage laal gulab ke haar se saj kar bahut khubsurat dikh raha tha.

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Dheere-dheere log jutne lage, aur hall mein shor badhne laga. Abbu baaton mein mashgool ho gaye. Main akela baitha kal raat ki ghatna ko yaad kar raha tha—Saba ka woh haal, uska aise mana karna. Akhir ho kya raha tha? Ya kahein woh kya kar rahi thi? Mujhe daal mein kuch kala nazar aa raha tha.

Main akela thoda bore ho raha tha. Baraat aane mein bhi thodi der thi, to meri nazar Noor ko dhoondhne lagi, par woh itni auraton mein ghul-mil gayi thi. Mujhe yaad aaya ki aise hi ek shaadi mein Noor aur woh kameena pehli dafa ek hue the. Yeh sochkar main thoda sa has diya aur khud bhi kuch logon se baatein karne laga.

Kuch pal mein nikaah ka waqt aa gaya. Saba stage par kaafi haseen lag rahi thi. Afra-tafri ke beech moulvi sahab ne nikaah padhaya, duaen goonji, aur log khushiyan manane lage. Nikaah ke baad log dawat mein lag gaye. Maine Ayesha khala ko dhoondha, woh rishtedaaron se baat kar rahi thi. “Khala, kamra ka kya hua?” maine poochha. Unhone kaha, “Imran, kal subah alag jagah set kar doongi. Bas aaj raat sambhal lo.”

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Main thoda mayoos ho gaya, kyunki ab mujhe dobara usi jagah par raat guzaarni thi. Lekin phir maine sab kuch bhula ke khane par nazar daali aur sab logon ke saath dawat mein shamil ho gaya.

Joron-shoron se dawat chal rahi thi. Sab baaton aur khane mein mashgool the. Main khana kha ke cola aur ice cream ke maze le raha tha, par mujhe bahut tez peshab lagi—zaroor zyada cola peene ki wajah se. Washroom dhoondhne gaya to dekha lambi line lagi thi. Yeh dekh kar samajh gaya ki yahan ruka to yahin nikal jayega. Main jaldi se wahan se nikla aur hall ke baahar nazar daudayi—door-door tak sirf car parking dikhi. Socha, thodi door kone mein ja ke kaam chala loon. Tez kadmon se wahan se nikla, kuch der mein kone ki taraf chala gaya, pyjama neeche kiya, aur peshab kiya. Tab ja ke chain aaya.
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Main wapas hall ki taraf jaane ke liye muda, lekin tabhi mere chehre par tez thandi hawa ka jhonka laga. Main wahin ruk gaya aur hawa ka maza lene laga. Meri aankhein kuch der ke liye band ho gayin, aur jab khulin to maine dekha ki ek car dheere-dheere ek jagah par hil rahi thi. Yeh dekhkar maine apna sir pakad liya, sochne laga ki kahin main bimar to nahi hoon, ya mujhe chakkar aa rahe hain. Maine phir us gaadi ke bagal wali car ko dekha, jo bilkul shant khadi thi. Meri nazar wapas us hilti hui car par gayi, aur main sochne laga ki baat kya hai. Mere dil mein laddu phootne lage, aur main dheere-dheere us taraf badhne laga.

Main us car ke paas pahuncha aur uske chhat par haath rakh diya. Car ab bhi hil rahi thi. Maine thoda aage badhkar car ke sheeshe par aankh lagayi, lekin andar kuch saaf dikhayi nahi diya. To maine apna phone nikala, flashlight jalayi, aur sheeshe par roshni daali. Jab maine andar jhanka, to mujhe saaf dikhayi diya — ek aurat aur ek ladka sidhe meri taraf ghoor rahe the. Main un dono ki halat dekh hi raha tha ki achanak wo ladka, nanga, tezi se car se bahar nikla aur mera collar pakad liya.

“Kaun hai be tu, saale? Kya dekh raha hai, madarchod?” usne gusse mein kaha. Mera collar uske haath mein tha, aur main thoda dar bhi gaya tha. “W-wo... m-mujhe... n-nahi...” main darr ke maare saaf bol bhi nahi pa raha tha. Tabhi usne ek mukka mere kandhe par maara, jisse main dard se karah utha.

“Tu hai kaun, madarchod? Teri himmat kaise hui andar jhankane ki?” usne phir se chillaya. Maine apne haath aage kiye aur uske samne haath jod liye. “M-mujhe chhod do, maine kya kiya? Mujhe kyun maar rahe ho?” maine darrte hue kaha.

Main andar se kaafi ghabra gaya tha. Mera sharir darr se kamp raha tha. Wo ladka dikhne mein gunda jaisa lag raha tha. Main darr ke maare kuch bol nahi pa raha tha. Usne mere sir par do-teen baar tezi se maara aur ek dhakka dekar mujhe zameen par gira diya. “Saale, agar kisi ko bataya to madarchod...” wo mujhe pairon se mere seene aur pet par tezi se maarne laga. Dard se meri halat kharab hone lagi. Isi beech kisi ne use peeche se kheench liya. Maine apna sir uthaya to dekha ki wo wahi aurat thi, jo kuch pal pehle car mein nangi thi aur ab salwar pehne hue thi. Usne us kameene ko peeche se kas kar pakad liya aur mujhe bachane ki koshish ki. 

“Rahul, kya kar rahe ho? Ise chot lag rahi hai, chhod do!” usne kaha. Lekin wo ladka mujhe ghoorta hua apni kamar se uska haath hatane ki koshish kar raha tha. “Chhod, Samreen, meri kamar! Is madarchod ko jasoos banne ka shauk hai na? Abhi iska gaand todta hoon main!” usne gusse mein kaha.
Us ladke ne mujhe ghoorte hue apni kamar se us aurat ka haath jhatak diya aur ek kadam aage badha. Uska chehra gusse se lal tha, aur aankhon mein ek khatarnaak chamak thi. “Sun le, madarchod,” usne meri taraf ungli uthate hue dhamkaya, “agar tune is baat ka zikr kisi se bhi kiya, toh tujhe aisa sabak sikhaunga ki tu zindagi bhar yaad rakhega!” Main zameen par pada, kharab halat mein tha, dard se karah raha tha, aur mera dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki mujhe laga woh abhi seene se bahar nikal jayega. Us aurat ne phir se uska haath pakadne ki koshish ki, par us ladke ne use itni zor se dhakka diya ki wo ladkhada gayi. “Chhod de, Rahul, bas kar!” usne chillate hue kaha, lekin uska gussa rukne ka naam nahi le raha tha. Maine apne haath jod liye aur darr se kampaate hue bola, “Kudrat ke nizam ki kasam, main kisi se kuch nahi kahoonga! Bas mujhe jaane de!” Meri awaaz toot rahi thi, aankhon mein aansoon aa gaye the. Us kameene ne mujhe ek lambi, ghoorati nazar se dekha, phir zameen par thooka aur bola, “Chal, nikal yahan se, saale. Par yaad rakh, ek galti ki toh tujhe dekh lunga!” Usne mera collar chhoda, aur main ladkhadate hue utha, dard se chur ho chuka tha, lekin jaan bachi toh lakhon paaye.
Main ladkhadate hue utha aur wahi, us nange kameene aur us aurat ke saamne khada raha. Mera shirt zameen par girne se mitti se ganda ho chuka tha. Maine jeb se rumaal nikala aur shirt ke daag saaf karne laga. Rahul us aurat ko apni baahon mein kheench liya aur zor se chillaaya, “Abe saale, yahan kya tamasha dekh raha hai? Nikal yahan se, madarchod, warna tujhe aisa peetunga ki hosh thikane aa jayenge!” Us aurat ne hanskar kaha, “Rahul, chhod na, bechara darr gaya hai,” aur dono ke beech hasi-mazaak aur chhedchhad shuru ho gayi. Main unki flirt bhari baatein sunta raha. Maine rumaal jeb mein daala aur wahan se door chalne laga. Jaise hi main thodi door badha, maine peeche mudkar dekha ki wo car phir se dheere-dheere hilne lagi.
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Kuch pal baad main wapas hall mein aa gaya. Mera sharir chot se dard kar raha tha. Maine apna shirt theek kiya aur daant pees kar chup raha. Ek taraf man kar raha tha ki sabko us kameene aur us aurat ki baat bata doon, lekin darr ke maare chup rehna hi behtar laga. Isi beech, mujhe dikha nahi ki mama meri taraf aa rahe the.

“Imran beta, inse milo, ye Rahman hain—Dilli mein inka business hai,” mama ne mujhse unke saath aaye aadmi ko milwate hue kaha. Maine Rahman ko dekha, salaam kiya, aur usne bhi mujhe salaam diya. Mama ne aage kaha, “Beta, teri khala toh kaam mein bahut masroof hai, tu dekh hi raha hai.” Maine haan mein sir hilaya. “Haan, mamujaan, walima tak toh woh aisi hi busy rahengi,” maine jawab diya. Mama ne bhi sir hilate hue kaha, “Beta, ye hamare door ke rishtedaar hain. Kal raat tujhe sone mein dikkat hui thi na?” Maine haan mein sir hilaya. “Haan, mamujaan, kaafi garmi aur machchar the.” Mama ne kaha, “Jab tak ghar khali na ho, tu inke yahan ruk ja.” Maine Rahman ki taraf dekha aur poocha, “Rahman bhaijaan, aapko koi dikkat toh nahi?” Usne thahaka maar ke hansa aur bola, “Arre, apno ki madad na karenge toh kiski karenge? Jitne din chaho, mere ghar ruk jao, tum bhi toh parivaar ho.” Maine muskurane ki koshish ki, bhale hi mere sharir mein dard ki lehar daud rahi thi.

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Ek ghante baad jab mehmaan ek ek kar ke rukhsat hone lage, toh maine Noor ko bataya ke main aaj raat Rahman bhaijaan ke yahan rukne ka irada bana chuka hoon. Noor ne khushi se haan kar di — kal raat toh waise bhi garmi, machchar, aur bijli jaane ke chakkar mein neend ka naam-o-nishaan nahi tha.

Maine Rahman bhaijaan se adab se kaha, “Bhaijaan, ek chhoti si darkhwast thi... agar aap humein Ayesha khala ke ghar se utha saken? Samaan uthana hai.”
Rahman bhaijaan ne khushi-khushi haan kar di, “Arre, kyun nahi, Imran miyaan! Tum toh apne ho. Aata hoon, bas aadhe ghante mein.”

Main, Noor aur hamara beta Rizwan, Ayesha khala ke ghar pahunch gaye. Noor samaan bandhne lagi aur main Rizwan ke saath chhatriyon waale bag mein kapde theek kar raha tha. Aadha ghanta guzra, tabhi gali ke mooh se ek purani si Wagon R dhire-dhire ghusti hui dikhayi di.

Main ne bas yunhi us gaadi ki taraf dekha... aur kuch ajeeb sa laga. Dil mein halki si ghabraahat si hui, par maine jhatka diya, “Chhod yaar, Imran... sab Wagon R ek jaise hi dikhte hain.” Par phir bhi aankhon ne dhokha dene se inkaar kar diya.

Gaadi bilkul paas aayi, toh dil dhak-dhak karne laga. Gaadi ka peechla bumper halka sa toota hua tha... jaise kisi ne ghusse mein laat maari ho. Aur... chhat ke kone pe ek chhota sa sticker — "Meri Biwi Meri Jaan".

Yeh wahi thi.

Mujhe paseena aa gaya. Main kuch der tak joota bandhne ka naatak karta raha... gaadi ruk chuki thi. Darwaza khula, aur Rahman bhaijaan muskurate hue bole, “Chalo bhai, chalo! Der ho rahi hai!”

Main ne haan mein sir hilaaya, Noor aur Rizwan ko gaadi mein bithaya. Jaise hi main chadhne ko hua, meri nazar saamne wali seat par padhi — ek aurat veil mein baithi thi, uska chehra chhupa hua tha... magar aankhon ka kajal, aankhon ki woh tez roshni — mujhe turant yaad aayi woh raat... woh sheesha... woh kaand.

Mujhe laga zameen phat jaaye, main usmein sama jaaun.

Main bechaini se peechhe dekhta hoon... chhat ka wahi halka hilna... kuch yaadein jhat se flashback ke jaise wapas aa gayi. Maine apni nazar jhuka li.

Tabhi Rahman bhaijaan ne muskurate hue kaha,
“Imran miyaan, milo meri begum se... yeh hain Samreen.”

Samreen ne thoda sa dupatta adjust kiya, aur ek teekhi, shaitaani si muskurahat ke saath keh diya,
“Salaam Imran bhai...”

Imran ka chehra peela pad gaya... uski awaaz gala ghutne jaisi ho gayi —
“Wa-wa-aalaykum... s-salaam.”

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Chapter - 35


Rahman Bhaijaan ka ghar kuch 10-12 minute ki doori par tha, aur jab tak main samajh pata, gaadi unke ghar ke saamne pahunch gayi. Saamne ek do-manzila ghar tha, tazi painting se chamkta hua, jaise haal hi mein sajaya gaya ho. “Pahunch gaye, Imran, zara main gate khol do,” Rahman Bhaijaan ne kaha. Main jhat se utar kar darwaza khola, aur unhone gaadi gate ke saamne park ki. Gaadi rukte hi Rahman Bhaijaan utre, phir Samreen utri, salwar aur veil mein, aur usne Rizwan ko Noor se le kar god mein utha liya. Main peeche badha, apne do bag nikaalne laga, tab Rahman Bhaijaan ne ek bag uthaya, aur hum sab gheere dheere ghar mein dakhil ho gaye.

Rahman Bhaijaan ke kehne par hum living room ke sofe par baith gaye, Noor aur main ek taraf, woh aur Samreen saamne. Rizwan Samreen ki god mein khel raha tha, uski hansi kamre ki ronak badhaati thi. “Yeh mausam to bada suhana hai aaj,” Rahman Bhaijaan ne baat shuru ki, “subah thodi boonda-baandi thi, ab thandak achchhi lag rahi hai.” Noor ne muskura kar kaha, “Haan, warna yeh garmi satati thi.” Meri nazar Samreen ki taraf khinchi, uska veil uske chehre ko sundar tarike se frame kar raha tha, uski aankhon mein halki chamak dekh main thodi der uspar ruka. “Rizwan to pura shaitan ban gaya,” Samreen ne kaha, uski awaaz mein pyaar aur masti ka mishran tha, “din bhar daudta rehta hai.” Main hans pada, “Haan, yeh Noor ka asar hai, bilkul usi ki tarah.” Noor ne mujhe ghoora, “Kya matlab, main kahan shaitan hoon?” Sab hasne lage.

“Imran, bank mein kaam kaisa chal raha hai?” Rahman Bhaijaan ne poochha. “Bas, Bhaijaan, branch mein kaam thik hai,” maine jawab diya, “lekin loan targets aur audits ka dabav rehta hai.” Meri nazar phir Samreen par gayi, jo Rizwan ke haathon se khel rahi thi, uski muskaan ke saath uski aankhein jhuk gayin, aur main jhat se nazar hata liya. “Haan, yeh dabav to business mein bhi hai,” Rahman Bhaijaan bole, “textile ka kaam chal raha hai, lekin naye fabric orders ke liye dimaag khapana padta hai. Bazaar mein competition bhi badh gaya hai.” Samreen ne chimki, “Aur Ayesha Khala to ab bhi Bhaijaan ko daantti hain, kal hi unka phone aaya tha, bol rahi thi, ‘Rahman, kaam chhodo, ghar aao!’” Noor ne haskar kaha, “Ayesha Khala ka to wahi style hai, daant mein bhi pyar chhupa hota hai.” Meri nazar ek baar phir Samreen ki taraf khinchi, uski hansi ke saath uske haathon ki nazakat dekh main ek pal ke liye khoya sa raha.

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Mera dimaag baar-baar kuchh ghanton pehle ki ghatna ki taraf kheench raha tha. Us kameene ne mujhe kitni berahmi se maara tha—chhoton ka dard ab bhi mere jism mein ghoom raha tha, har saans ke saath tees uthati. Sofe par baitha, main Samreen ki aankhon mein kuchh dhoondh raha tha, par woh aisi thi, jaise main koi ajnabi hoon. Uska veil uske chehre ko raazdaar bana raha tha, uski thandi nazar meri taraf dekhti bhi nahi. Uske is bartav ne uski maar se bhi zyada chubha, mere dil mein gussa bhadak utha.

Nikah ki thakan se hum sab toot rahe the. Noor neend mein jhool rahi thi, aankhein baar-baar bandh. Yeh dekh Rahman Bhaijaan ne mujhe guest kamre ki taraf ishara kiya. Samreen jhat se khadi hui, mujhe dekhte hue boli, “Imran, main jaldi se bedsheet badal deti hoon, phir aap so jaaiye.” Main use ghoorta raha, haan mein sir hila diya. Woh kamre ki taraf chali gayi, uska salwar uske kadmon ke saath lehra raha tha. Meri nazar uski chaal par thami, aur tabhi woh car wali ghatna yaad aayi—woh kameena, uski muththi, aur Samreen ki khamoshi.

Panch-che minute baad Samreen wapas aayi, ek bottle paani mere haath mein thama, aur boli, “Kamra saaf hai, ab tum teeno so jao.” Main thaka-haara kamre mein pahuncha. Noor ne pehle Rizwan ko sula diya, phir khud so gayi. Kamre ki khamoshi mein pankhe ki halki awaaz goonj rahi thi, par dard aur dimaag ka toofan mujhe chain nahi de raha tha. Kuchh lamhon baad main bhi neend ke dariya mein doob gaya.

Agli subah mera jism itna dukh raha tha ki chalna mushkil tha. Pichhli raat ki maar ke nishaan taaze the. Badi mushkil se utha, to mehsoos hua Noor kamre mein nahi thi. Kuchh pal baad Samreen aayi, mujhe ghoorne lagi. Meri haalat dekh, woh aage badhi, mere kandhe par haath rakha, dheere se boli, “Bahut maar diya tumhe, nahi marna chahiye tha.” Mera gussa bhadak gaya, par main chup raha. Woh phir boli, “Tumhe Moov deti hoon, laga lo, aaram milega.” Uski awaaz thandi thi, jaise ehsan kar rahi ho. Main kuchh bol na saka. Usne Moov la kar diya aur kamre se chali gayi. Pehle socha Noor se lagwa loon, par phir ruka—pichhli raat ka haadsa usse kya bolta? Main tube se Moov nikala aur chhoton par lagane laga.

Mere andar gussa isliye nahi tha ki Samreen aur us kameene ne chudai ki, balki isliye ki usne mujh par bewajah haath uthaya, aur Samreen ka rawaiya bilkul thanda tha.

Kuchh pal baad Noor aayi, boli, “Khana tayyar hai, naha-dho kar kha lo.” Woh kitchen mein chali gayi. Main karahate hue bistar se utha, fresh hua, aur nashta karne baitha. Khana khaane ke baad Noor aur Samreen Rizwan aur samreen ke teen bachchon ko le kar Ayesha Khala ke yahan chali gayin baki functions me shareek hone. Ghar mein main akela reh gaya. Dard ki wajah se maine din me aaram karne ki sochi.

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Din bhar aaram karne ke bawajood mera haal kharab tha, gussa satven aasman par chadha hua tha. Isi gusse ke beech maine Rahman Bhaijaan ko phone laga diya.

“Bhaijaan, main Imran bol raha hoon. Aap kab tak ghar aaoge? Mujhe ek bahut zaroori baat karni hai,” maine kaha.

“Kya hua, Imran? Phone par bhi to bata sakta hai, bol,” unhone jawab diya.

“Nahi, Bhaijaan, yeh baat saamne-saamne hi karni hai,” maine keh kar phone kaat diya. Mera dil, jo gusse se dhadak raha tha, ab ghabrahat se kampne laga. Sochne laga, kya maine sahi kiya? Kya mujhe Rahman Bhaijaan ko sachchai bata deni chahiye? Phone laga kar main khud hi phas gaya tha. Maine apne aap ko samjhaaya ki Samreen ke baare mein batana galat hoga—unka poora parivaar toot jayega. Gusse aur jaldbaazi mein maine galat kadam utha liya tha.

Dopahar hote hi Rahman Bhaijaan ghar aaye, haath mein mere liye khane ka dabba liye. Hum dono dining room mein kursiyon par baithe. Unhone khana nikaalte hue poochha, “Kya zaroori baat thi jo phone par nahi bata sake?” Mera gussa thanda ho chuka tha, aur main Samreen ko pareshaani mein nahi daalna chahta tha. “Bhaijaan, kal raat aapko yakeen nahi hoga, lekin ek ladke ne apki car ke paas mujhe dhakka dekar zameen par gira diya,” maine kaha.

Rahman Bhaijaan ka chehra ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Unki aankhon mein ek udaasi si chha gayi, jaise woh kuchh jante hon. “Mere car ke paas?” unhone dheere se poochha, awaaz mein ek bojh. Main chup raha, Samreen ka veil-wala chehra aankhon ke saamne ghoom gaya. “Haan, Bhaijaan, andhere mein chehra saaf nahi dikha,” maine jhooth bola, dil mein bojh badhta gaya.

Unhone nazar jhuka li, haath khane ke dabbe par thame. “Rahul tha na?” unhone achanak kaha, awaaz mein ek thandi si ghamgini. Mera dil dhadakna bandh ho gaya. Woh jaante the—Samreen aur Rahul ke affair ke baare mein. “Imran, tu chhupa kyun raha hai?” unhone dheeme se kaha, aankhein ab bhi neeche. “Mujhe sab pata hai.” Unka chehra udaas tha, jaise ek toota hua sapna unki aankhon mein simat gaya ho.

Main kuchh bol na saka, bas unhe dekhta raha. “Bhaijaan, main…” maine shuru kiya, par awaaz khatam ho gayi. Unhone haath utha kar mujhe chup karaya. “Koi baat nahi, Imran. Yeh meri galti hai, maine usse roka nahi.” Woh khana parosne lage, par unki haalat dekh mera dil bhaari ho gaya. Gussa ab shak aur taras mein badal chuka tha. Main chupchaap khana khaata raha, sochta hua ki yeh raaz ab kahan le jayega.
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Rahman Bhaijaan ka chehra udaas tha, aankhein jhuki hui, jaise koi bhaari raaz unke dil par daba ho. “Imran,” unhone dheeme se kaha, awaaz mein dard bhara, “yeh sab meri wajah se hua.” Mera dimaag thamm gaya. Unhone batana shuru kiya, “Main tharki ban gaya tha, galeech chudai wali filmein dekhkar. Samreen, meri biwi, gaon ki, pakki ..,., veil aur burkha pehenne wali, jo kisi gair mard se baat tak na karti—maine usse is gande khel mein dhakela. Socha, ek baar ki chudai, bas maza hoga. Facebook par Rahul mila, usne fake ID se Samreen se baat ki, Instagram shopping ke bahaane. Maine khud usse roleplay karne ko kaha, mazak samajhkar.” Unki awaaz tootne lagi. “Par Samreen badal gayi. Chhup-chhup usse baat karne lagi, meri baat nahi sunti. Mujhe baad mein pata chala, woh dono kayi baar mile, hambistari bhi ki.”

Meri saansein ruk gayin. “Bhaijaan, kal raat?” maine poochha, dil dhadakta hua. Rahman Bhaijaan ne sar jhuka liya. “Rahul ne tujhe maara, Imran. Meri car ke paas, woh aur Samreen… wahan jarur hambistari kar rahe the. Shayad usse laga tu ne unhe dekh liya, isliye usne tujh par haath uthaya.” Unhone ek thandi saans li, aankhein bheeg gayin. “Maine socha yeh meri tharki khwahish thi, par yeh to meri zindagi ka naas ban gaya.” 

Maine dheere se kaha, “Bhaijaan, shayad… aapko Samreen se alag ho jana chahiye.” Unka chehra safed pad gaya. “Imran, kya bol raha hai? Talaq? Ghar...log kya kahenge? Aur mere teen bacche… unka pyar, unki khushi, main kaise chhod doon?” Unki awaaz kampne lagi. “Main yeh sab seh loonga, par parivaar nahi tootne doonga.”

Kamre mein khamoshi chha gayi.
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Main Rahman Bhaijaan ko sunta raha, unka dard mere andar bhi goonj raha tha. Meri haalat bhi to unhi jaisi thi. Dil mein ek sawal ubhra, aur maine seedha poochh liya, “Bhaijaan, woh galeech filmein… kya woh cuckold wali thi?” Unhone ek pal ke liye mujhe dekha, phir sar hila diya, “Haan, Imran, wahi thi.” Main chup raha, par dil mein toofan utha. Phir maine himmat karke poochha, “To kya aap… cuckold hain?” Rahman Bhaijaan ne jhat se sar uthaya, aankhon mein ek gussa sa, “Nahi, Imran, main woh nahi hoon!” Unki awaaz mein sharam aur nafrat ka mishran tha. Main chup ho gaya, baat ko wahi dafn kar diya. Hum dono chupchaap khana khaane lage, bas chammach aur plate ki halki awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi.

Jab main aakhri niwala lene wala tha, Rahman Bhaijaan ne dheeme se kaha, “Imran, main cuckold nahi hoon… par shayad banna chahta hoon.” Unki awaaz mein ek ajab si bechaini thi. Main ruk gaya, unhe dekha, aur ek halki si muskaan mere chehre par aa gayi. “Bhaijaan,” maine kaha, “main madad karoonga.” Woh mujhe dekhte rahe. "Main ek cuck hun"