[Deepak.kapoor]

Ammi is taking a selfie.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Adhyay 14

Main vahaan hi khada raha. Unhone phone ko apne saamne rakha. Screen unke chehre ko roshan kar rahi thi.

Aur apne hothon ko halka sa dabaakar ek angle banaaya... Aur vahi raaz bhari muskuraahat unke chehre par aa gayi.

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"Unhone selfie le lee thi. Iske baad vah apni ungliyon se screen par kuch type karne lagi. Ek pal ke liye unke haath ruke, shaayad unhone kuch socha, aur phir 'Send' ka button daba diya. Iske turant baad, vah apne phone mein kuch dhoondne lageen, jaise koi aur puraani tasveer talaash rahi hon.

Kuch hi der baad maine dekha ka Ammi ke haath buri tarah kaamp rahe the—ab vah kampan kisi gehri uttejana ki vajah se tha ya phir kisi anjaane khauf se, main is baat ko samajh nahi pa raha tha. Phir aisa laga jaise unhone ek aur message bheja ho. Us vaqt Ammi ka poora chehre sharm aur ghabraahat se laal ho chuka tha.

Unhein is haalat mein dekhkar mera dil baitha ja raha tha... Mere zahan mein bas ek hi khaufnaak savaal baar-baar kaundh raha tha ki kya Ammi ne Vishal ki us gandi demand ke hisaab se apni tasveerein use bhej dee hain?"

“Aisha…kahaan ho…” Neeche se kisi rishtedaar ki aavaaz aayi.
"Bas aayi….," Unhone phone ko clutch mein daalte hue, bina meri taraf dekhe, kaha aur kamre se nikal gayeen.

Main apni jagah par jad hokar vahaan hi khada raha, jaise pair zameen se chipak gaye hon. Mere kaanon mein neeche chal rahi party ka vah halka, dhundhla sa shor ab bilkul nahi aa raha tha; balki mere dimaag ke sannaate mein Vishal ke vo khaufnaak message baar-baar goonj rahe the: "Black pehniye, with red undergarments ... Mujhe picture mein gulaabi nipples nazar aane chahiye..."

Ek-ek shabd mere kaanon mein pighle hue seese ki tarah utar raha tha. Aur ab... Sabse bada khauf hakeekat mein badal chuka tha. Usne sab kuch dekh liya tha.

Mera gala sukh raha tha. Maine dressing table par rakha paani ka gilaas utahaya aur ek hi saans mein poora pee liya. Phir maine aaine mein khud ko dekha. Vahi aaina jismein Ammi ne abhi apna aks dekha tha. Mujhe apni aankhon mein gusse ke badle ek ajeeb si thakaavat aur bechaargi dikhaai dee.

'Taiyaar ho jao,' Unhone kaha tha. Haan, main taiyaar hounga.

Main ab is party ko miss nahi kar sakta. Main ab sirf ek beta nahi tha jo shaadi mein aaya hai. Main ek gavaah ban gaya tha. Ek jaasoos.

Maine robot ki tarah almaari kholi aur apna kurta nikaala. Main jaldi-jaldi taiyaar hua. Har kapda jo main pehan raha tha, vah mujhe kaanton ki tarah chubh raha tha. Mera dimaag bas ek hi cheez soch raha tha...

Usne ab vah tasveer dekh lee hogi. Vah ab kya keh raha hoga? Kya Ammi neeche party mein bhi usse baat karengi?

Main kamre se nikal aur seedhiyon ki ore badha. Jaise-jaise main neeche utar raha tha, music tez hota ja raha tha. Lawn ko lighton se sajaaya gaya tha. Logon ka ek bada hujoom tha—rishtedaar, dost, sabhi hans-bol rahe the.

Meri aankhein bheed ko cheerte hue sirf ek shakhs ko dhoond rahi theen. Aur vah mujhe fauran dikh gayeen. Vah lawn ke ek kone mein Saima aur kuch doosri auraton ke sath khadi theen. Unke haath mein ek juice ka gilaas tha. Aur vah hans rahi theen. Khilkhila kar. Vah kaala suit bheed mein alag hi chamak raha tha, bilkul vaisa hi jaisa Vishal ne imagine kiya hoga.

Main vahaan hi, seedhiyon ke paas, ek patthar ki moorat bankar khada raha.

Baahar lawn mein dhol ki thaap, music ka shor aur logon ke buland kahkahe goonj rahe the. Lekin mere kaanon mein, ye saari aavaazein jaise hazaaron meel door se aa rahi theen. Ek ghutan vaali khaamoshi ne mujhe jakad rakha tha.

Meri nigaahein, ek chumbakiye kashish ke sath, bheed ko kaatkar sirf Ammi par tik gayeen. Rishtedaaron aur logon ka hujoom tha aur loudspeaker par filmi gaane baj rahe the. Chaaron ore khushi ka maahol tha, par pata nahi main kyun udaas tha.

Vah ek maa, ek bivi aur ek izzatdaar aurat ki tarah bahut hi normal aur befikr lag rahi theen. Lekin andar hi andar main jaanta tha ki yeh sab ek jhooth aur dhokha tha.

Unhone apne ek haath mein ek sunhera clutch pakda hua tha. Vahi clutch jismein unka phone tha. Aur vahi phone jismein ab 'Vishal' ka javaab aa chuka hoga.

'Mast…' 'Kaash main vahaan hota…..' 'Til…..,'

Mere dimaag mein us haraamkhor ke lafzoon goonj rahe the.

"Are Sahil, yahaan akele kyun khade ho?" Saima khala ki doosri behan ne mere paas aate hi kaha.

"Sab vahaan hain. Chalo."

Maine zabardasti apne chehre par muskuraahat laane ki koshish ki. Ek aisi muskuraahat jo mere honthon se aage nahi ja saki.

"Ji… Bas abhi aaya."

"Ammi ko dekha?" Unhone Ammi ki taraf ishaara karte hue kaha.
"Aaj toh bahut khoobsurat lag rahi hain."

"Haan," Main bas itna hi keh paaya. Meri zabaan mera sath nahi de rahi thi.

Vah aunty aage badh gayeen, aur main vahaan khada raha.

Ammi, Saima aur doosri auraton se hans-hans kar baatein kar rahi theen lekin unki nazar baar-baa bheed mein idhar-udhar daud jaati thi…jaise kisi ko dhoond rahi hon.

Phir, vahi hua jiska mujhe intezaar tha.

Unhone baaton-baaton ke beech bade hi casual andaaz mein, apna clutch khola aur apne mobile ko check kiya. Phir unhone fauran phone ko vaapas andar rakh diya aur clutch band kar diya.

Unhone Saima khala se kuch kaha aur platkar bheed se nikal gayeen. Vah aahista se lawn ke us hisse ki taraf chalne lageen jahaan catering ke stalls lage hue the. Stalls ke peeche roshni thodi kam thi aur logon ka aana-jaana bhi bahut nahi tha.

Mere pairon ne khud-ba-khud harkat ki.

Main logon ke beech se raasta banaata, unse thoda sa faasla rakhte hue, unke peeche chal pada. Har kadam jo main utha raha tha, mere dil par bojh ban raha tha. Main yeh nahi karna chahta tha. Main bhaag jaana chahta tha. Lekin main ruk nahi saka. Mujhe jaanna tha. Mujhe poora sach dekhna tha.

Vah ek sajaavati darakht ke paas, andhere mein ruk gayeen. Unhone idhar-udhar dekha. Main ek food stall ke peeche chhup gaya.

Unhone phone nikaala. Screen ki roshni ne unke chehre ko ek pal ke liye neela kar diya. Aur phir... Unhone phone ko apne kaan se laga liya. Vah kisi se phone par baatein kar rahi thi.

Main thoda aur kareeb hua, itna ki unki aavaaz ka halka sa, sarsaraata andaaz mujh tak pahunch sake.

"Hello…," Unhone kaha. Aavaaz mein ek ajeeb si khanak thi.

"Paagal ho," Vah dheere se hanseen. "Abhi toh bheji… Itni jaldi?"

Mera khoon jism mein jam gaya.

"Nahi, nahi…. Abhi nahi…sab log hain yahaan...," Unhone apni peeth bheed ki taraf karte hue kaha, taaki unki aavaaz saaf ja sake.

"Achha... Sach mein? ... Thank you."

Vah 'thank you' itna narm tha, itna... Gehra tha. Yeh vah 'thank you' nahi tha jo rishtedaaron ko diya jaata hai.

"Tum bhi na..." Vah phir se hanseen. "Bas ab rakhti hoon... Koi aa na jaaye. Baad mein."

"Hello…," Ammi ne phone kaan se lagaate hue kaha.

Doosri taraf se Vishal ki havas se bhari aavaaz goonji: "Tum sach mein bahut sexy ho... Please, mujhe kuch aur tasveerein bhejo na."

"Paagal ho," Vah dheere se hanseen. "Abhi toh bheji… Itni jaldi?"

Vishal ne phir se zid ki: "Please... Aur bhejo. Mera itne se pet nahi bharne vaala."

"Nahi, nahi…. Abhi nahi…sab log hain yahaan...," Unhone hall mein maujood mehmaanon ki bheed ki taraf apni peeth ghumaate hue kaha.

Tabhi Vishal ne apni asli chaal chali: "Main tumse bahut zyaada impress hua hoon, Aisha... Ab tum Saima ki teen ki bajaaye poori chheh tasveerein delete karva sakti ho. Dekha kitna sasta sauda hai... Tumhari sirf hot picture ke badle, tumhari behan ki chheh gandi tasveerein hamesha ke liye delete!"

Vishal ke munh se Saima ka naam aur yeh sauda sunte hi Aisha ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak kaudh gayi.

Unhone raahat ki gehri saans li aur kaha, "Achha… Sach mein? … Thank you."

Vah 'Thank you' itna narm tha, itna... Gehra aur jazbaaton se bhara hua tha. Yeh vah 'Thank you' bilkul nahi thi jo kisi rishtedaar ya aam insaan ko dee jaati hai. Us ek 'Thank you' mein apni javaan behan Saima ki izzat aur uski poori zindagi ko us darinde ke changul se bachaane ki tadap aur laachaari chhupi hui thi. Ammi apni behan Saima ki khaatir apne khud ke paak jism ka sauda karne ko taiyaar ho rahi theen.

"Tum bhi na..." Vah phir se dheere se muskuraayeen, jismein apni haar aur Vishal ke aage ghutne tekne ka ehsaas tha. "Bas ab phone rakhti hoon… Koi aa na jaaye yahaan. Jo bhi hoga… Baad mein."

Unhone phone kaata. Ek lambi saans li. Apni aankhein band keen. Aur ek pal ke liye, unke chehre par sukoon ki muskuraahat phail gayi.

Main tezi se palta. Isse pehle ki vah mujhe dekh le. Main vaapas bheed ki taraf, roshni ki taraf bhaaga.

Mera gala bilkul sukh chuka tha. Aisa lag raha tha jaise registaan mein meel ka safar tay kiya ho. Seedhe juice counter ki taraf gaya.

"Bhaiya kuch thanda de do... Kuch bhi," Maine counter vaale se kaha.

Usne mujhe ek gilaas pakdaaya. Mere haath ab bhi kaamp rahe the. Main poora gilaas ek hi saans mein gatak gaya. Thanda paani mere andar ki aag bujhaane ki naakaam koshish kar raha tha.

Gilaas ko counter par rakhte hi, maine lambi saans li aur nazrein uthaakar bheed par daaleen. Yeh shaadi ke agle din ki ek aam daavat thi, bilkul vaisi hi jaise hamesha hoti hai. Jaise ek rangeen, shor machaata hua samandar.

Har taraf mehmaan aur rishtedaar ka hujoom tha. Hava mein mehnge, mile-jule itr ki mehek thi, jo paas hi mein pakte hue kabaabon aur biryani ki khushboo se takra rahi thi.

Saima khala ke rishtedaar alag-alag jhundon mein khade hokar baatein kar rahe the aur thahaake bhi laga rahe destruction. Unke bhaari-bharkam sone ke set unke heavy designer kapdon par daulat aur maaldaari ki numaish karte the. Unke kahkahe buland the, unki baatein saaf sunaayi de rahi theen—kisi ki nayi gaadi, kisi ki bahu ka naya joda, kisi ka ye, kisi ka vo. Vah sab "show-off" kar rahi theen.

Poora lawn ek jashn ka manzar pesh kar raha tha. Zindagi se bharpoor. Har koi yahaan... Maujood tha.

Aur phir meri nazar vaapas Ammi par padi.

Vah us jhund mein bilkul alag dikh rahi thi. Doosri auraton ne rang pehne the, jashn manaane ke liye, aur Ammi ne kaala pehna tha… Ek vaada poora karne ke liye.

Vah us party ka hissa hote hue bhi, uska hissa nahi theen. Vah vahaan khadi theen, lekin unka dimaag, unka dil... Us phone call mein, us 'Vishal' ke paas tha.

Meri Ammi, us poori mehfil mein, sabse zyaada akeli.. Sabse zyaada haseen aur sabse zyaada khatarnaak lag rahi theen.

Khana lagte hi bheed mein ek harkat si paida ho gayi. Logon ke jhund lawn mein rakhe dining table ki taraf badhne lage, jahaan se biryani ki tez bhaap aur kofta korma ki mehek uth rahi thi. Platon ke takraane aur chamchon ki 'khan-khan' ne music ki aavaaz ko bhi daba diya tha.

Main abhi tak vahaan, counter ke paas, apna khaali gilaas haath mein liye khada tha.

"Beta, yahaan khade ho?" Maine paltkar dekha. Meri naani theen. Vah ek chhoti si plate pakde, bheed mein raasta talaash karne ki koshish kar rahi theen. Unka chehra thakaavan aur bheed ki uljan se pareshaan lag raha tha.

"Naani, laaiye." Maine unke haath se plate le lee. Ek pal ke liye, unki jhurriyon-bhari, narm ungliyon ka ehsaas mujhe us zahni aziyat se baahar kheenchar laaya.

"Jeete raho. Bohut bheed hai. Mujhe bas thodi si biryani aur ek-do kabab de do. Tumne kuch liya?"

"Main… Main aapke baad le loonga," Maine jhooth bola. Mujhe bhookh ka koi ehsaas nahi tha.

Main unke liye plate bhar-kar laaya aur bheed se thoda door ek khaali table talaash kee. Hum vahaan baitah gaye.

"Tum bhi le aao na, beta. Aise kyun khade ho?" Naani ne pehla nivaala lete hue kaha.

"Laata hoon," Kehkar main utha aur apne liye ek plate le aaya. Usmein be-dili se thodi si biryani aur ek kabab rakh liya.

Main vaapas naani ke paas baitah gaya.

"Khana achha hai. Saima ne intezaam toh bahut achha kiya hai," Naani dheemi aavaaz mein bol rahi theen.

"Hoon," Maine kaha. Mera poora dhyaan, meri poori tavajjo, lawn ke doosre kone mein thi.

Aisha... Ammi... Vahaan theen. Saima khala aur vahi do-three auraton ka group ne ek alag, bada round table le liya tha. Unki platein bhari hui theen, lekin khana kam aur baatein zyaada ho rahi theen. Kahkahon ki aavaaz vahaan se lagaatar aa rahi thi.

Ammi unke beech baithi theen. Bilkul center mein. Vah hans rahi theen, Saima khala ki kisi baat par unhone apna sir peeche jhatak liya. Unka kaala hijaab us hansi mein bhi bilkul saleeqe se apni jagah par tha.

Maine plate mein chammach ghumaaya.

Tabhi... Maine dekha.

Unka clutch table par nahi tha. Unke haath mein bhi nahi tha. Vah unki god mein rakha tha. Aur us clutch ke oopar unka phone tha.

Maine apni nigaahein sakht kar leen.

Saima khala ne kuch kaha, aur sab hanse. Ammi bhi hanseen. Lekin unki hansi ke dauraan, unka ulta haath unki god mein, table ke neeche, harkat kar raha tha. Unka angootah tezi se screen par chal raha tha.

Vah chat kar rahi thi. Vah un sabke saamne baitahkar, unki baaton par hanste hue, unki aankhon mein dekhte hue... Table ke neeche, us 'Vishal' se baat kar rahi theen.

Screen ki halki si neeli roshni unke kaale suit par pad rahi thi, jise table cloth ne baaki duniya se chhupa rakha tha.

Ek hi vaqt mein do kirdar. Ek hi chehra, do jagahyein. Ek "Aisha" jo Saima khala ke jashn mein shareek thi. Aur ek "Aisha" jo us 'Vishal' ke sath apne raaz bhare khel mein magan thi.

Mera gala phir se sukh gaya. Maine biryani ka jo nivaala munh mein rakha tha, vah zahar ban gaya. Aisa laga jaise main ret chaba raha hoon.

"Kya hua? Khana pasand nahi aaya?" Naani ne meri taraf dekhte hue poochha.

Maine fauran khud ko sambhaala. Apne gale mein atke hue nivaale ko zabardasti neeche utaara.

"Nahi... Nahi naani, bahut achha hai. Bas... Paani peena hai," Maine kaha aur paas hi rakha paani ka gilaas utha liya.

Main paani pee raha tha, lekin meri nigaahein ab bhi unpar theen. Vah ab bhi type kar rahi theen. Muskuraate hue. Hanste hue.

Aur main, unka beta, apni naani ke paas baitah, yeh poora manzar dekhne ke liye majboor tha.

Tabhi... Ek hungama hua. Ek waiter, jo shaayd naya tha, drinks ki ek bhaari tray le kar unke table ke paas se guzra. Na jaane uska pair kaise fisla... Poori ki poori tray, laal sharbat ke gilaason se bhari, ulti ho gayi. Ek cheekh nikli.

"Haaieee!"

Poora tray ka laal, chipchipa sharbat Saima khala ke mehnge, cream rang ke designer suit par gira tha. Ek pal ke liye, sab kuch tham gaya. Phir, araajakta phat padi.

"Are re….!"

"Abe, kya kar raha hai, dikhta nahi hai kya!"

"Paani laao! Tissue do!"

Saima khala hadbada kar khadi ho gayeen, apne kapdon ko jhatakne lageen. Unke sath baithi sabhi auratein, Ammi samet, apni kursiyon se uchhal padeen.

"Hay hay, mera poora suit kharaab ho gaya... Yeh daag nahi jaega!" Saima khala ki aavaaz mein rone jaisa andaaz tha.

"Saima! Saima, suno…." Ammi ki aavaaz sabse pehle aayi. Vah fauran Saima khala ki taraf lapkeen.

"Kuch nahi hota, okay, abhi saaf ho jaega."

"Kaise saaf hoga, Aisha didi? Dekho toh..."

"Aap mere sath andar chaliye," Ammi ne fauran faisla kiya, ek expert ki tarah situation sambhaalte hue.

"Chaliye, main aapko washroom le jaati hoon. Namak ya soda se shaayd halka ho jaaye. Chaliye!"

Ammi ne Saima khala ko baazu se pakda aur unhein ghar ke andar ki taraf le jaane lageen. Us jaldbaazi mein, us dosti nibhaane ke josh mein... Vah sabse zaroori cheez bhool gayeen—apna phone.

Unka phone unki khaali kursi par pada tha. Sab log us hungame mein busy the. Koi bhi us phone ko nahi dekh raha tha. Sivaaye mere.

Main utha aur furti se bheed mein chalta hua unke table ke paas ja pahuncha. Log abhi bhi Saima aur Aisha ki jodi ko dekh rahe the.

Main us table ke paas pahuncha aur kaampte haathon se phone utahaya. Phone ki screen hamesha ki tarah lock thi, lekin mujhe pattern yaad tha. Maine phone ko unlock kiya aur WhatsApp khola.

Jaisa ki ummeed thi, Ammi Vishal se hi chat kar rahi theen. Maine chat ko oopar scroll kiya. Meri ungliyan screen par fisal rahi theen.

Maine dhyaan se dekha, us aakhiri message ke baad Vishal ne Ammi ko kuch aur bhi bheja tha. Lekin vah message ab screen se gaayab tha, use poori tarah delete kar diya gaya tha. Chat box mein 'This message was deleted by sender' dekhkar mera dimaag sunn ho gaya.

Main gehri soch mein doob gaya ki aakhir us deleted message mein aisa kya raha hoga? Kya Vishal ne apni koi behad ashleel tasveer bheji thi, ya Ammi se unke jism ki kuch aur maang ki thi? Mera dil tezi se dhadakne laga. Tabhi achaanak meri nazar us selfie par padi, jise Ammi ne khud kheenchkar Vishal bhej dee thi. Us tasveer ne mere poore vajood ko hilaakar rakh diya.

Ammi ne shaam ko use jo selfie send kee thi us ko Vishal ne thumbs up kiya tha aur reply diya tha—

Lekin meri toh jaan hi nikal gayi jab maine doosri tasveer dekhi. Mummy Vishal ka vaada poora karne ke liye aaine ki taraf dekh rahi theen. Oh God... Vah kaafi neeche jhuki hui theen, jisse unke kaale suit ka gala poori tarah se khul gaya tha aur saamne ka sab kuch numaya ho raha tha. Us gehre khule gale ke theek beech mein se unki laal rang ki bra saaf nazar aa rahi thi, jo unke gore badan par bijli ki tarah kaudh rahi thi.

Magar usse bhi zyaada chaukaane vaali aur hosh uda dene vaali baat toh kuch aur hi thi… Ammi ke dono doodh jaise safed aur gol-matol mamme us dheele gale se baahar chhalak rahe the, jo poori tarah se nange nazar aa rahe the. Unke un ubhre hue stanon ke beech ke hisse aur unke gulaabi nipples saaf dikhaai de rahe the, jo is vaqt poori tarah se tan chuke the. Yeh khaufnaak aur behad kaamuk nazaara dekhkar meri saansein jaise vahaan hi tham gayeen, seena oopar-neeche hone laga.

Ek taraf dil mein Ammi aur Vishal ke liye beinteha gussa ubal raha tha—aakhir Ammi itni bevafa aur besharm kaise ho gayeen? Unhone Abbu ko is tarah dhokha kaise de diya? Lekin doosri taraf, Ammi ke us madhosh kar dene vaale jism aur is tadpa dene vaale nazaare ko dekhkar mere pairon ke beech, meri taangon ke beech ek ajeeb si bechaini aur tez halchal hone lagi thi. Mera ang-ang vaasana ki aag mein sulagne laga tha.

Vishal: Woooow…just woooow…Aisha ji…thank you for keeping promise….

Vishal: "Main bhi apna vaada poora karoonga..."

Jaise hi screen par Vishal ka yeh message chamka, mere poore badan mein ek thandi sihran daud gayi. 'Vaada...' Kaisa vaada? Ammi ne aaine ke saamne jhukkar, apne badan ki numaish karke Vishal ke liye jo kiya tha, uske badle Vishal Ammi ko kya dene vaala tha? Kya vah Ammi ke is deevaana kar dene vaale jism ko apni baanhon mein bharne ka vaada tha?

Uske baad Vishal ne kuch aur message kiye the…..kya kar rahi ho…khaan ho…ek aur pick do…. Aur usne apni ek selfie bhi send kee thi…..lekin Ammi ne koi reply nahi diya tha. Main samajh gaya ki us dauraan Ammi ne phone nahi dekha hoga.

Phir Ammi ka message,
Aisha: Are baba….itne saare message…poora din bas WhatsApp hi karte ho kya….
Vishal: Finally….time mila aapko…batao kya kar rahi ho?
Aisha: Kuch nahi….dinner kar rahi thi….
Vishal: Achha ji…dinner ke sath-sath chatting…vaah…
Aisha: Multitasking hoon main….
Vishal: Achha, aur kya task kar rahi ho abhi??
Aisha: Dinner kar rahi hoon….chat kar rahi hoon aur Saima ki stupid baaton par hans bhi rahi hoon taaki kisi ko shak na ho….
Vishal: "Are baap re…. Bahut talented ho aap toh…."
Aisha: "Vah toh main hoon….." (Ammi ke is javaab mein ek ajeeb sa nasha aur apni khoobsurati par guroor tha, jaise vah Vishal ko apni ungliyon par nachaane ka maza le rahi hon.)
Vishal: "Aur bahut hot bhi….."
Aisha: "Badmaash…."
Vishal: "Nahi ho kya?"
Aisha: Blushing emoji…
Vishal: "Aur haan…. Aap jaadoogar bhi ho…."
Aisha: "Jaadoogar?"
Vishal: "Haan…. Jaadoogar… Vahaan baithe-baithe aapne kisi ko khada kar diya… Aapki vo madhosh kar dene vaali selfie aur uske baad vo kaale suit ke gehre gale se jhaankte aapke vo gore-gore mamme, vo surkh laal rang ki bra aur usmein se kamsamaate vo gulaabi tips… Unhein dekhte hi mera ang-ang bekaabu hokar aapko salute karne laga… Vah poori tarah khada ho gaya hai…."
Aisha: "Kaabu mein rakho…. Apne… emotions ko…" (Ammi oopar se toh unhein rokne ka naatak kar rahi theen, lekin andar hi andar unka apna badan bhi is nagn sach ko sunkar sulagne laga hoga.)
Vishal: "Yeh toh mushkil hai…. Mera emotion… Meri kaise sunega… Iska remote control toh ab poori tarah tumhare paas hai… Tumhari in kaatil tasveeron ke paas hai…."
Aisha: "Ufff…. Achha ji… Toh vah kya keh raha hai…."
Vishal: "Aapke respect mein khada ho gaya hai…. Keh raha hai… Sirf selfie se ab pyaas nahi bujhne vaali… Tumhein live dekhna hai… Kisi tang kaale suit mein, inhieen laal rang ke undergarments ke sath tumhein apni baanhon mein bheechna hai…."
Aisha: "Paagal ho gaye ho kya…. Aur suno, aapne vah ashleel selfie toh delete kar dee hai na… Jo maine bheji thi?" (Ammi ke dil mein ek dar tha, lekin us dar ke peeche ek ajeeb si uttejana bhi thi.)
Vishal: "Na… Kabhi nahi karoonga. Tumhari is javaani ke khazaane ko main apni aankhon se kabhi door nahi hone doonga. ?"
Aisha: "Badmaash."
Vishal: "Aisa hi hoon main… Achha… Yeh batao… Us paardashi kaale suit ke neeche, panty ka kaun sa color hai…." (Vishal ab Ammi ke jism ke aakhiri hisse ke raaz bhi jaan lena chahta tha.)
Aisha: "Tumhein kaise nahi pata hoga?"
Vishal: "Phir bhi. Main tumhare in raseele hothon se sunna chahta hoon."
Aisha: "'Laal'..." (Sirf ek shabd—'Laal'... Jismein chat ke taapmaan ko aur badha diya. Ammi ne kabool kar liya tha ki unhone neeche bhi usi surkh laal rang ki panty pehni hui hai.)

Vishal: "Ohhh bhencho…… Ab toh milna hi padega… Ab yeh bardaasht nahi hota. Aa jaoon kya abhi?" (Vishal vaasana mein poori tarah andha ho chuka tha aur gaali dete hue apni charam uttejana zaahir kar raha tha.)
Aisha: "Na…. Paagal mat bano, ghar mein bahut log hain… Pakde gaye toh anarth ho jaega."
Vishal: "Logon ko marne do….. Bas 10 minute ke liye… Vaise main tumhare bahut kareeb hoon…."
Aisha: "Matlab? Tum is vaqt kahaan ho?" (Ammi ki dhadkanein ab dar aur chaahat ke maare tezi se bhaagne lagi theen.)
Vishal: "Matlab main tumhari hi gali mein, apni car mein baitah hoon…. Theek street ke end mein…"
Aisha: "Ohhh khuda….. Tum toh sach mein paagal ho gaye ho!"
Vishal: "Please Aisha…. Ab mana mat karna… Sirf 10 minute… Kisi tarah chupke se terrace (chhat) par aa jao…."
Aisha: "Par tum oopar kaise aaoge?... Sab neeche hi hain." (Ammi ne mana nahi kiya, balki unke is savaal ne saaf kar diya ki vah bhi chhat par Vishal ke us garm jism se takraane ke liye taiyaar ho chuki theen.)
Vishal: "Tum bas vahaan pahuncho… Main peeche ke raaste se kuch jugaad karta hoon…."
Yeh Vishal ka last message tha…main samajh gaya ki iske baad vah sharbat vaala haadsa hua tha aur Ammi ne phone vahaan chhod diya tha.

"Ho gaya clean, Saima?"

Table par baithi ek aurat ki aavaaz ne mujhe hosh mein la diya.

Ammi aur Saima khala washroom se vaapas aa rahi theen. Saima khala ab bhi apne suit ka bheega hua palla pakde theen.

"...Tumne bacha liya, Aisha didi," Saima khala keh rahi theen. "Varna mera toh dil hi baitah gaya tha."

Maine fauran phone ko vaapas vaise hi kursi par rakh diya, screen ko lock karke.

[Deepak.kapoor]

Hi, Both Versions have been posted. Sorry for the delay, but I was extremely busy for the last 10 days. Did Informed you guys nearly 5-6 six days ago that delay is going to happen .

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[Nikki Sharma]

Ekdum gajab aur lajawab update dala aapne yaar

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Bahut bahut shandar aur jabardast episode

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Faadu update aur danshu

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Bahut badhiya update.

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Lajawab aur bahut hi dhamadar update

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