05-01-2025, 09:11 AM
FINAL ONESHOT (MOM POV) #1
Raat ko jo kuch hua, ek sapne jaisa tha. Ek aisa sapna, jo shayad main shabdon mein bayaan bhi na kar paun. Kaise koi yakeen karega ki ek umardaraz aurat ne apne bete ki umar ke ek ajnabi ladke ke saath raat guzari—wo bhi ek bus mein? Aur jo kuch maine us ajnabi ke saath kiya, shayad wo apne pati ke saath bhi kabhi nahi kiya hoga.
Subah, main apne bete ke bagal mein baithi thi. Mere sharir mein ek ajeeb, meetha dard ho raha tha. Meri nazar ek pal ke liye mere bete par tik gayi, jo gehri neend mein so raha tha. Nazar us par tikte hi ek tasalli si hui ki usne apni maa ke us chehre ko nahi dekha hoga jo kal raat bana tha. Lekin dil ke ek kone mein ek ajeeb sa dar ab bhi tha—kahi kuch galat toh nahi ho gaya?
Bus ki khidki se kabhi tezi se nikalte khet-khalihan dikhte, toh kabhi meri nazar mere bete par jaa tikti thi. Lekin mera dil aur dimag kahin aur hi khoya hua tha. Tabhi mujhe ahsas hua ki main us ajnabi ka naam tak nahi jaanti. Meri soch ke saath meri kaan lazza se laal ho gaye. Mere haath mein ek chhoti si chit thi, jispar us ek-raat ke ashiq ne apna number likh diya tha.
Maine us chit ko nikal ke kuch der tak ghura, fir use apne purse ke ek kone mein daba diya. Halki si mudi, toh kamar mein tez dard ka ehsaas hua. Muskil se apne muh se awaz ko rok payi. Andar hi andar muskayi aur man hi man socha, "Yahi toh ishq ka dard hota hai."
Adjust karte waqt mujhe laga, pair ke beech kuch chip-chip sa ehsaas ho raha tha. Maine pehle hi dhyan se niche saaf kiya tha, toh fir yeh kaise? Phir ahsas hua ki yeh meri kokh se ris raha hai. Yeh sochte hi sharm se maine apna muh chhupa liya.
Tabhi khalasi ki awaz aayi: "Lucknow bus-stand aate-aate ek ghanta lagega." Maine decide kiya ki abhi bete ko disturb karna theek nahi hoga jo halka sa jag mujhse pucha ki, “Safar aur kitna bacha hai?” Maine use bola ki main use bus-stand par hi usse utha dungi. Fir se main apne sapno mein kho gayi...
Flashback (Mom’s POV)
“Kal raat ki baat hi alag thi. Main kitni gehri neend mein thi jab wo ladka aaya. Ekdam chusa hua aam jaisa tha, chhota sa, patla sa. Par aankhon mein ajeeb si masoomiyat thi, aur ek shaitan ki chamak bhi. Ha ha ha! Isliye toh uske saath sone ke liye maan gayi thi. Socha tha, ‘Kya hi kar lega wo? 5 futiya hai.’ Lekin… usne toh meri soch ke pare kar diya.”
“Pehle toh main hichkichai thi, lekin uski himmat aur baatein… kya boloon? Kitni tezi aur chalaki se bola tha, ‘Aunty, aaj raat ko special banate hain… do anjaane...' Uske shabdon mein ek alag hi baat thi, jo mujhse na nahi bolva saki. Aur jab usne mujhe dheere se chhua, toh laga jaise mere andar ki ek purani aag dobara jag gayi ho.”
“Woh chhota packet ek dhamaka nikla! Itna passionate, itna caring. Uski ungliyon ki halka dard dene wali pakkad, aur uska dheere-dheere mujhe paas kheenchna—main toh bas beh gayi thi. Kitna maza aaya uske saath. Woh har ek pal meri khushi ke baare mein soch raha tha. Huh, itna care toh mere pati ne bhi kabhi nahi kiya… pata nahi kitne saalon se toh mujhe chhua bhi nahi.”
“Us ladke mein ek ajeeb si daring thi. Jahan ek taraf woh jitna chhota aur kamzor lagta tha, wahan dusri taraf uska junoon… uff! Har ek touch mein ek intensity thi, jo shayad maine apni puri zindagi mein pehli baar mehsoos ki. Ek ek kisse ne mujhe meri khud ki bhoolaye hui chaahat ka ehsaas karwaya. Kitna bold tha woh… kisi baat ka koi darr nahi, jaise sirf yeh raat uski ho, aur woh mujhe poori tarah jeet kar hi rahega.”
“Raat ke ek-ek pal mein usne mujhe naya mehsoos karwaya. Main kabhi itni bechain aur itni tasalli wali ek saath nahi lagi thi. Woh mere liye ek ajeeb sa surprise tha, jo meri zindagi ke ek boring hissa mein rang bhar gaya. Chhoti si udaan thi, par usmein meri saari umeed aur chaahat thi.”
"Kya kaya gandi cheezein karwa gaya wo ajnabi ladka, Mujse apna wo chuswaya, chee chee, mere chehre pe apna pani daal diya, chee chee, ufff, kitna ganda ladka tha, aur main mana nahi kar payi use kisi cheez ke liye, ha ha ha, aisa to maine apne pati ke sath bhi nahi kiya hai aajtak, ya kahun to kisi ke sath nahi kiya"
"Jab wo mera chat raha tha, maine to uska lund ki kaat di thi, uske aankh se anshu aa gaye the, lekin phir bhi kitna care kiya usne mera"
"Aur kitni der tak karta raha, pura sarir dard kar raha hai mera, ufff ui ma, aur kitni acchi nind aayi mujhe"
“Jab subah hui, aur woh chhupke se utar gaya, toh maine bas ek chit dekhi jo usne apna number likh ke chhod diya tha. ‘Kabhi yaad karein, toh call karna.’ Jaane se pehale usne mujhe saaf safai me madad bhi ki, kitna accha ladka tha"
Main inhi khayalon mein khoyi hui thi ki kab mujhe neend aa gayi, pata hi nahi chala. Phir meri aankh tab khuli, jab khalasi ne mujhe halka sa hila kar kaha, “Madam, aapka stop aa gaya hai. Sab log utar chuke hain, sirf aap dono bache hain.”
Main ye sun kar aankhein masalne lagi aur apne bete ko jagaya. Beta uthte hi khalasi se saman utarwane laga. Kuch hi der mein, saara saman usne utarwa diya. Fir usne mujhse kaha, “Ek baar upar dekh lete hain, kuch chhoot toh nahi gaya?” Main uski baat se sahmat thi, kyunki ek baar dekh lena zaroori lag raha tha.
Beta upar chadh gaya, aur main aage ki taraf badhne lagi kyunki mujhe ek khali auto dikh gaya tha. Jaise hi main auto ki taraf badhi, mujhe achanak ehsaas hua ki meri panty gayab hai. Maine haath dala toh ek pal ke liye chaunk gayi. Phir mujhe laga, shayad us ajnabi ne le li ho.
Ab main kuch kar bhi toh nahi sakti thi, isliye maine auto ko rukwaya. Tab tak mera beta bhi piche se aa gaya tha. Hum dono ne reserved auto karwaya aur wedding location ki taraf nikal gaye.
x-x-x-x
Shaadi ka mahaul apne shababs par tha. Har taraf log busy the—koi decorations mein laga tha, toh koi khane-pine ki tayyariyon mein. Mujhe bhi shopping ka kaam de diya gaya tha. Sab logon ke liye saree lene ka zimma mujhe diya gaya, aur din bhar mujhe dukan dar dukan ghoomna pada. Mere beta ne apne hum-umr ladkon ke saath ghul-mil kar khelna shuru kar diya tha, aur mujhe uski chinta se thodi rahat mil gayi thi.
Ye shaadi mere liye zaruri thi, aur iske peeche ek badi wajah thi—mere mayke mein chal rahi purani family ladaai. Mujhe laga tha ki shaadi ka ye mahaul ek bahana banega, aur sab mil baithkar sulah kar lenge. Lekin jaise hi log ek-ek kar shaadi ke liye jutne lage, wahi hone laga jise main avoid karna chahti thi. Mere dono bhai, jo pehle se hi ek dusre ke saath baat karna pasand nahi karte the, ek chhoti si baat par fir se jhagadne lage.
Shaadi ke teesre din tak mahaul kaafi tense ho chuka tha. Ek taraf shaadi ki khushiyan thi, toh doosri taraf ghar ke andar ek ghamasan mahaul. Main sab sametne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin cheezein mere bas ke bahar ho rahi thi.
Upar se mere pati ka phone aaya, aur unki baaton ne mere tension aur badha di. Phone par hi unhone mere mayke walon ka mazaak udana shuru kar diya. “Tumhare gharwale kabhi nahi sudhrenge,” unhone kaha, jaise ki meri koshishon ka koi matlab hi na ho.
Main unhe shant karne ki koshish kar rahi thi. “Aap toh yahan ho nahi, toh itna judge karna band kijiye,” maine kaha, lekin unhone meri baat anjaani kar di. “Main jo keh raha hoon, woh sach hai. Tumhare bhaiyon mein bas ego ka khel hai, aur tum bas bekar mein usme ghusti ho,” unhone mujhe ek aur taana mara.
Unki baatein mujhe chubhne lagi thi, lekin main shaadi ke mahaul ko aur kharab nahi karna chahti thi. Mere andar ka gussa ubal raha tha, lekin main chup rahi. Phir unhone ek aur comment kiya, “Agar tumhare gharwalon ko sudharne mein itni hi energy lagani hai, toh apni life ka sochna chhod do.”
Mere sabr ka baandh toot gaya. Main ekdum se unki taraf phone par bol padi, “Aap yahan nahi ho, isliye aapko pata bhi nahi chal raha ki kitni tension chal rahi hai. Bas phone pe baithkar taane maarna band kijiye!” Meri awaaz bharayi thi, lekin main nahi chahti thi ki yeh baat aur badhe. Maine phone kaat diya, lekin mere dil mein gussa ab bhi tha.
Ek taraf shaadi ka mahaul, doosri taraf ghar ka tension, aur ab mere pati ke comment. Mujhe laga ki main alag-alag taraf kheechi ja rahi hoon. Main samajh nahi paa rahi thi ki main yahaan sahi kar rahi hoon ya mujhe in cheezon se door rehna chahiye tha.
Shaadi ke ek din pehle ka din tha, aur sab kuch mere control se bahar lag raha tha. Mayke mein chhota-mota jhagda ab ek bade tanav mein badal chuka tha. Mere dono bhai ab khule aam ek doosre ko baatein suna rahe the, aur ghar ke bade log bhi unhe shaant karne mein nakam ho rahe the.
Upar se shopping ka sara bojh mujh par tha. Pura din bazaar ke chakkar lagane ke baad main thak kar choor thi, lekin mujhe ek pal ka sukoon nahi mil raha tha. Jab ghar aayi, toh meri nanad ne aur saman lene ka kah diya. Meri haalat dekh kar koi kuch nahi bol raha tha, lekin andar hi andar mujhe gussa aa raha tha.
Aur mere pati? Wo toh phone pe apni usual baaton mein lage the. Jab unhe bataaya ki ghar mein kitna tension hai, toh sirf ek hi jawab aaya, “Main toh pehle hi keh raha tha, tumhe sab chhorkar wapas aana chahiye tha.” Unki baaton mein koi support nahi, sirf ek tarah ka mazaak tha. “Tumhare ghar waale toh hamesha aise hi rahenge,” unka yeh kehana mujhe aur chub gaya.
Raat ke waqt sab apne kamron mein chale gaye. Main bhi apne room mein aayi, lekin dil mein ek ajeeb sa bharav tha. Ek taraf ghar ke jhagde, doosri taraf mere pati ki bevafai si baatein, aur teesri taraf meri apni akelapan. Har taraf se ek hi sawaal aata, “Main hi kyun sab samhalun? Main hi kyun sab kuch sahun?”
Main bed pe baithi, aur apne purse ko dekha. Us chit ki taraf meri nazar gayi jo itne din se andar rakhi thi. Har baar socha tha ki isse phenk doongi, lekin aaj... aaj us chit ne mujhe apne taraf kheench liya.
Main ne chit nikali, aur us number ko kuch seconds ke liye dekhti rahi. Dil aur dimaag ke beech ek jung chal rahi thi. “Mat kar,” dimaag keh raha tha. “Kya farq padta hai?” dil bol raha tha.
Main ne phone uthaya aur number dial kar diya. Ghanti baj rahi thi, aur mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. Call kaatne ka mann kiya, lekin tabhi uski awaaz sunai di.
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Main ne phone uthaya aur number dial kar diya. Har ghanti ke saath mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. “Kya kar rahi ho? Yeh galat hai,” main apne aap se keh rahi thi, lekin call connect ho chuka tha.
“Hello?” uski awaaz aayi—mazakiya, jaise usse pehle hi samajh aa gaya ho ki kaun hai.
Main ek pal ke liye chup rahi, lekin phir himmat kar ke bola, “Main... woh... tumse baat karna chahti thi.”
“Arre waah, mujhe laga tha ki aap mujhe bhool gayi hongi,” usne flirt karte hue kaha. “Boliye, madam. Aapka phone dekh ke lag raha hai kuch khaas baat hai.”
Mujhe apni awaaz sambhalni padi. “Mere mayke mein shaadi hai,” maine seedha keh diya. “Socha tumhe invite kar doon.”
“Shaadi? Kya baat hai! Kab hai? Aap dulhan toh nahi ban rahi?” usne tease karte hue kaha.
“Tum na... zyada mat bolo,” maine sharma ke kaha. “Mere bhai ki shaadi hai.”
“Achha, toh dulhan aap nahi ban rahi?” usne natkat lehze mein kaha. “Lekin agar ban rahi hoti, toh main turant dulha banne ke liye tayar ho jata!”
Mujhe uski baaton par hasi bhi aayi aur sharam bhi hui. “Tum aa rahe ho ya nahi? Seedha jawab do,” maine koshish ki ki baat normal rakhu.
“Arre, aap bulayengi toh kaise mana karunga?” usne chhedte hue bola. “Waise ek baat puchhun?”
“Kya?” maine hesitant hote hue pucha.
“Shaadi ke din saree pehnengi na? Mujhe lagta hai, aap dulhan se bhi zyada sundar lagengi,” usne shaaitani se kaha.
Mera chehra laal ho gaya. “Tum na zyada mat bolo. Main shaadi ke details bhej rahi hoon, bas aana hai.”
“Arre, main toh zarur aunga,” usne kaha. “Par ek baat zarur kar lena—shaadi se pehle thoda tayar ho jaana. Shave-wave kar lena. Pata nahi, shaadi ka din shayad kisi aur ke liye khaas ho jaye.”
Mujhe ab uski baatein thodi zyada lagne lagi thi. “Tum kitne badtameez ho!” maine sharm se bola.
“Badtameez? Arre, main toh bas aapki madad kar raha hoon,” usne maskhari karte hue jawab diya. “Aur waise bhi, shaadi ke din mujhe ek photo lena hai aapke saath. Pata hai, saree mein aap ki photo dekh ke poora din sharmaunga main.”
Mujhe laga ki phone turant kaat doon, lekin kuch tha uski baaton mein jo mujhe roke hua tha. “Tum aa rahe ho ya bas bakwas kar rahe ho?” maine kaha, sharam ko chhupane ki koshish mein.
“Bakwas? Kabhi nahi,” usne hansi ke saath jawab diya. “Shaadi toh sirf ek bahana hai, madam. Aapke bina toh main wahan ek minute bhi ruk nahi paunga.”
Mujhe uski baatein samajh aa rahi thi, lekin maine pretend kiya ki samajhi nahi. “Details bhej rahi hoon. Bye.”
“Bye bol diya?” usne natkat tareeke se kaha. “Lekin yaad rakhna, shaadi ke din meri aankhein sirf aap par hi rahengi. Phir mat kehna ki aapko kisi ne warn nahi kiya.”
Maine bina jawab diye phone kaat diya. Uska shabd “warn nahi kiya” mere dimaag mein gunj raha tha. Dil ki dhadkan ab bhi tez thi, aur chehre pe ek ajeeb si garmi thi. Ek taraf sharm, doosri taraf ek ajeeb si khushi... aur shaadi ke din ka intezaar ab alag hi wajah se hone laga tha.
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Shaadi ka din aakhir aa hi gaya tha. Subah se ghar mein ek alag si energy thi—log idhar-udhar bhaag rahe the, taiyariyon ke beech awaazon ka shor, aur mehmaanon ki aamad. Main ladke wale ki taraf thi, isliye zimmedariyaan aur bhi zyada thi.
Subah se ek ke baad ek kaam khatam karte-karte meri himmat jawab de rahi thi. Kabhi mithaiyon ka dhyan, kabhi kapdon ke packets sambhalna, toh kabhi mehmaanon ki chhoti-moti shikayat sunna. Ek taraf mujhe apne bete aur uske cousins ko ready karwana tha, toh doosri taraf apni bhi taiyari karni thi. Lekin jitna busy thi, mera mann ek ajeeb si bechaini mein tha.
Mujhe yaad tha ki maine usse venue ka invite diya tha, lekin ab mujhe ek ajeeb si ghabrahat ho rahi thi. Wo aayega ya nahi? Aur agar aaya toh sab kaise hoga? Kya koi kuch pooch lega?
Barat ka time paas aa raha tha. Ghar mein dhamal mach raha tha. Band baaje ki awaaz, logon ki taaliyan, aur dancing floor ki energy ke beech mera dhyan baar-baar darwaze ki taraf ja raha tha.
Barat venue mein settle ho rahi thi, aur sab log khane ki stall ki taraf chal diye. Main bhi wahan gayi, yeh dekhne ki sab kuch sahi hai ya nahi. Mehmaanon ke beech apni nazar ghumai, lekin abhi tak wo nahi aaya tha.
Tabhi meri nazar ek stall ke paas gayi. Woh wahan tha.
Ek plate chaat le kar khada tha, ek haath pocket mein aur dusre se chaat ka spoon pakad kar kha raha tha. Usne ek baar idhar-udhar dekha, aur phir uski nazar mujh par tik gayi. Ek sharaarat bhari muskaan uske chehre par thi.
Meri saanse ek pal ke liye ruk si gayi. Uski aankhon mein wo pehchaan thi, jo mujhe seedha ek din pehle ki baaton aur us raat ke lamhon ki yaad dila rahi thi.
Main uske paas gayi, jitna ho sake, apne chehre par ek casual sa expression rakhte hue.
“Tum yahan kaise?” maine dheere se poocha, apne shabdon mein jitna normal ho sake utna rakha.
“Arre, aapne hi toh bulaya tha,” usne ek halka sa hans kar jawab diya. “Socha, dulhan ki family ke saath khana kha lena chahiye.”
Main sharma gayi. “Maine toh sirf shaadi ke liye invite kiya tha,” maine halki awaaz mein kaha.
“Shaadi ke liye aaya hoon na. Lekin waise, aap aaj toh dulhan lag rahi hain. Yeh saree toh... bas kamaal hai,” usne chhedte hue kaha.
Mujhe ek ajeeb si ghabrahat ho rahi thi. “Tum na... yahan se chalo, mujhe baaki logon ka bhi dhyan rakhna hai,” maine baat taalne ki koshish ki.
“Baaki log? Aapke baaki log toh wahin band baaje ke paas busy hain. Aap yahan kyun busy hain? Aap toh bas ek baar ke liye dulhan ban jao.”
Main uske shabdon se aur sharma gayi. “Tum zyada mat bolo,” maine muskara kar kaha.
“Waise,” usne dheere se kaha, “Suhagrat ki planning bhi ki hai? Ya woh surprise hai?”
Mujhe uske shabdon pe itna gussa nahi aa raha tha jitna sharm aa rahi thi. Maine bas ek nazar us par dali, aur phir plate uthakar wahaan se chale gayi, lekin andar hi andar ek ajeeb si khushi ho rahi thi. Uska aana... wo flirt karna... sab kuch ek naye romanch se bhar gaya tha.
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Main ristedaron ke sath buffet se khana kha rahi thi, kafi varieties the wahan pe, aur mujhe samajh me nahi aa raha tha ki kis se suru karein, tabhi mujhe mere bagal se awaz aata hai, ye wahi tha, meri dil ki dhadhan tez ho jaati hai,
"Hello Madam jee, kya haal ba?" Uski awaz mein ek ajeeb si shararat thi, jo seedha dil tak ja rahi thi. Meri halat ekdum patli ho gayi, lekin main apne emotions ko control karte hue casually jawab dene ki koshish ki.
"Thik hoon," maine halki si muskaan ke saath kaha, lekin nazar uski taraf uthne ki himmat nahi kar paayi.
Usne ek plate uthayi aur buffet ke dishes ko dekhte hue bola, "Yeh shaadi ke buffet mein ek cheez toh confirm hai—variety dekh kar sab confuse ho jate hain, jaise abhi aap ho rahi hain."
Main thoda irritated hoke boli, "Mujhe pata hai kya lena hai."
"Achha? Toh pehle shuru kijiye, main dekh raha hoon," usne mischievously kaha, jaise mujhe test kar raha ho.
Maine jaldi se ek spoon rice aur gravy liya, lekin uski nazar mujhe kuch zyada hi conscious bana rahi thi.
"Waise, aapko bata doon, yeh butter paneer ka taste bohot accha hai, bilkul aapki tarah—soft aur sweet," usne teasing tone mein kaha.
Main ekdum sharmake uski taraf dekhi, lekin uski muskaan mujhe aur zyada nervous kar rahi thi.
"Zyada bolne ki zarurat nahi hai," maine usse door rehne ki koshish mein kaha.
Usne apne haath mein plate lete hue bola, "Aapko dekh kar lagta hai ki aapko khana bohot pasand hai. Par kya pata, main bhi pasand aa jaoon?"
Mujhe laga ki agar woh ek second aur wahan ruka, toh meri halat aur kharab ho jayegi. "Mujhe aur kuch lena hai," maine plate lekar wahan se nikalne ki koshish ki.
Jaise hi main ek counter ke paas pahunchi, usne peeche se awaz lagayi, "Madam, aap jaise log buffet ke nahi, banquet ke layak hote hain. Waise, agar main host hota, toh aapko alag table par bitha kar serve karta."
Uski baat sunte hi meri dhadkan aur tez ho gayi. Ek taraf gussa aur nakhare ka bhes tha, toh doosri taraf ek ajeeb si khushi. Andar se ek halka sa smile aaya, lekin maine turant apne emotions ko control kar liya. Main plate lekar wahan se nikal gayi aur ristedaron ke beech ghul milne ki koshish karne lagi.
Lekin meri nazar bar-bar apne aap uski taraf khinch ja rahi thi. Jab bhi dekhti, woh mujhe ek cheeky smile ke saath dekh raha hota. Mujhe andar se ek guilt ka ehsaas ho raha tha—apne bete se bhi kam umar ke ladke ke saath yeh sab? Yeh galat hai, mujhe apne aap ko rokna hoga.
Yeh sab sochte hue main wedding hall ke andar chali gayi, jahan mala pehnane ki rasm chal rahi thi. Maahol khushi aur utsah se bhara hua tha, lekin mera mann kisi aur hi uljhan mein uljha hua tha.
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Main wedding hall ke ek kone mein khadi thi, jahan photo shoot chal raha tha. Har taraf log dulha-dulhan ke saath tasveerein kheenchwa rahe the, aur main apni plate rakar casually dekh rahi thi. Tabhi mujhe uski awaaz sunai di—meri halat phir se patli hone wali thi.
"Madam ji, ek photo hum dono ki bhi ban jaye?" usne ek shaitan si muskaan ke saath kaha.
Maine ek awkward si hansi ke saath jawab diya, "Tumhare pas aur koi kaam nahi hai kya?"
"Kaam toh hai, par aapke saath photo lena sabse zaruri lag raha hai. Waise, agar aap saath na aana chahein, toh main dulha ko bol kar aapko yahin bula loon?" usne cheeky andaaz mein kaha.
Main uski baat sunke thoda gusse aur sharam mein aa gayi. "Main koi star nahi hoon jo photo lena zaruri ho," maine coldly kaha, lekin dil ke kone mein uski baatein mujhe halka sa hasa rahi thi.
"Star toh nahi hain, par mere liye pura galaxy hain," usne ek aankh maarte hue bola. "Waise, agar photo mein pose dene ka man nahi hai, toh main candid le sakta hoon. Aap waise bhi har angle se khoobsurat lagti hain."
Main ekdum sharma gayi, lekin maine apne emotions chhupane ki puri koshish ki. "Zyada bolne ki zarurat nahi hai. Jao apna kaam karo," maine usse peecha chhudane ki koshish ki.
Par woh easily har maan ne wale mein se nahi tha. Usne camera ki taraf ishara karte hue kaha, "Aap bas ek baar muskara dijiye, yeh tasveer zindagi bhar ke liye meri favorite ban jayegi."
Mujhe pata tha ki uska confidence mujhe aur zyada nervous kar raha tha. Maine phir ek random ristedaar ko pakad liya aur unse baat karne lagi, taaki woh wahan se chala jaye. Lekin jaate-jaate usne ek aur line chhod di, "Aapka smile mujhe aur shaadiyon mein aane ke liye majboor kar dega."
Maine apne aap ko sambhalte hue uski taraf gusse se dekha, par andar hi andar woh mujhe hara chuka tha.
Raat ko jo kuch hua, ek sapne jaisa tha. Ek aisa sapna, jo shayad main shabdon mein bayaan bhi na kar paun. Kaise koi yakeen karega ki ek umardaraz aurat ne apne bete ki umar ke ek ajnabi ladke ke saath raat guzari—wo bhi ek bus mein? Aur jo kuch maine us ajnabi ke saath kiya, shayad wo apne pati ke saath bhi kabhi nahi kiya hoga.
Subah, main apne bete ke bagal mein baithi thi. Mere sharir mein ek ajeeb, meetha dard ho raha tha. Meri nazar ek pal ke liye mere bete par tik gayi, jo gehri neend mein so raha tha. Nazar us par tikte hi ek tasalli si hui ki usne apni maa ke us chehre ko nahi dekha hoga jo kal raat bana tha. Lekin dil ke ek kone mein ek ajeeb sa dar ab bhi tha—kahi kuch galat toh nahi ho gaya?
Bus ki khidki se kabhi tezi se nikalte khet-khalihan dikhte, toh kabhi meri nazar mere bete par jaa tikti thi. Lekin mera dil aur dimag kahin aur hi khoya hua tha. Tabhi mujhe ahsas hua ki main us ajnabi ka naam tak nahi jaanti. Meri soch ke saath meri kaan lazza se laal ho gaye. Mere haath mein ek chhoti si chit thi, jispar us ek-raat ke ashiq ne apna number likh diya tha.
Maine us chit ko nikal ke kuch der tak ghura, fir use apne purse ke ek kone mein daba diya. Halki si mudi, toh kamar mein tez dard ka ehsaas hua. Muskil se apne muh se awaz ko rok payi. Andar hi andar muskayi aur man hi man socha, "Yahi toh ishq ka dard hota hai."
Adjust karte waqt mujhe laga, pair ke beech kuch chip-chip sa ehsaas ho raha tha. Maine pehle hi dhyan se niche saaf kiya tha, toh fir yeh kaise? Phir ahsas hua ki yeh meri kokh se ris raha hai. Yeh sochte hi sharm se maine apna muh chhupa liya.
Tabhi khalasi ki awaz aayi: "Lucknow bus-stand aate-aate ek ghanta lagega." Maine decide kiya ki abhi bete ko disturb karna theek nahi hoga jo halka sa jag mujhse pucha ki, “Safar aur kitna bacha hai?” Maine use bola ki main use bus-stand par hi usse utha dungi. Fir se main apne sapno mein kho gayi...
Flashback (Mom’s POV)
“Kal raat ki baat hi alag thi. Main kitni gehri neend mein thi jab wo ladka aaya. Ekdam chusa hua aam jaisa tha, chhota sa, patla sa. Par aankhon mein ajeeb si masoomiyat thi, aur ek shaitan ki chamak bhi. Ha ha ha! Isliye toh uske saath sone ke liye maan gayi thi. Socha tha, ‘Kya hi kar lega wo? 5 futiya hai.’ Lekin… usne toh meri soch ke pare kar diya.”
“Pehle toh main hichkichai thi, lekin uski himmat aur baatein… kya boloon? Kitni tezi aur chalaki se bola tha, ‘Aunty, aaj raat ko special banate hain… do anjaane...' Uske shabdon mein ek alag hi baat thi, jo mujhse na nahi bolva saki. Aur jab usne mujhe dheere se chhua, toh laga jaise mere andar ki ek purani aag dobara jag gayi ho.”
“Woh chhota packet ek dhamaka nikla! Itna passionate, itna caring. Uski ungliyon ki halka dard dene wali pakkad, aur uska dheere-dheere mujhe paas kheenchna—main toh bas beh gayi thi. Kitna maza aaya uske saath. Woh har ek pal meri khushi ke baare mein soch raha tha. Huh, itna care toh mere pati ne bhi kabhi nahi kiya… pata nahi kitne saalon se toh mujhe chhua bhi nahi.”
“Us ladke mein ek ajeeb si daring thi. Jahan ek taraf woh jitna chhota aur kamzor lagta tha, wahan dusri taraf uska junoon… uff! Har ek touch mein ek intensity thi, jo shayad maine apni puri zindagi mein pehli baar mehsoos ki. Ek ek kisse ne mujhe meri khud ki bhoolaye hui chaahat ka ehsaas karwaya. Kitna bold tha woh… kisi baat ka koi darr nahi, jaise sirf yeh raat uski ho, aur woh mujhe poori tarah jeet kar hi rahega.”
“Raat ke ek-ek pal mein usne mujhe naya mehsoos karwaya. Main kabhi itni bechain aur itni tasalli wali ek saath nahi lagi thi. Woh mere liye ek ajeeb sa surprise tha, jo meri zindagi ke ek boring hissa mein rang bhar gaya. Chhoti si udaan thi, par usmein meri saari umeed aur chaahat thi.”
"Kya kaya gandi cheezein karwa gaya wo ajnabi ladka, Mujse apna wo chuswaya, chee chee, mere chehre pe apna pani daal diya, chee chee, ufff, kitna ganda ladka tha, aur main mana nahi kar payi use kisi cheez ke liye, ha ha ha, aisa to maine apne pati ke sath bhi nahi kiya hai aajtak, ya kahun to kisi ke sath nahi kiya"
"Jab wo mera chat raha tha, maine to uska lund ki kaat di thi, uske aankh se anshu aa gaye the, lekin phir bhi kitna care kiya usne mera"
"Aur kitni der tak karta raha, pura sarir dard kar raha hai mera, ufff ui ma, aur kitni acchi nind aayi mujhe"
“Jab subah hui, aur woh chhupke se utar gaya, toh maine bas ek chit dekhi jo usne apna number likh ke chhod diya tha. ‘Kabhi yaad karein, toh call karna.’ Jaane se pehale usne mujhe saaf safai me madad bhi ki, kitna accha ladka tha"
Main inhi khayalon mein khoyi hui thi ki kab mujhe neend aa gayi, pata hi nahi chala. Phir meri aankh tab khuli, jab khalasi ne mujhe halka sa hila kar kaha, “Madam, aapka stop aa gaya hai. Sab log utar chuke hain, sirf aap dono bache hain.”
Main ye sun kar aankhein masalne lagi aur apne bete ko jagaya. Beta uthte hi khalasi se saman utarwane laga. Kuch hi der mein, saara saman usne utarwa diya. Fir usne mujhse kaha, “Ek baar upar dekh lete hain, kuch chhoot toh nahi gaya?” Main uski baat se sahmat thi, kyunki ek baar dekh lena zaroori lag raha tha.
Beta upar chadh gaya, aur main aage ki taraf badhne lagi kyunki mujhe ek khali auto dikh gaya tha. Jaise hi main auto ki taraf badhi, mujhe achanak ehsaas hua ki meri panty gayab hai. Maine haath dala toh ek pal ke liye chaunk gayi. Phir mujhe laga, shayad us ajnabi ne le li ho.
Ab main kuch kar bhi toh nahi sakti thi, isliye maine auto ko rukwaya. Tab tak mera beta bhi piche se aa gaya tha. Hum dono ne reserved auto karwaya aur wedding location ki taraf nikal gaye.
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Shaadi ka mahaul apne shababs par tha. Har taraf log busy the—koi decorations mein laga tha, toh koi khane-pine ki tayyariyon mein. Mujhe bhi shopping ka kaam de diya gaya tha. Sab logon ke liye saree lene ka zimma mujhe diya gaya, aur din bhar mujhe dukan dar dukan ghoomna pada. Mere beta ne apne hum-umr ladkon ke saath ghul-mil kar khelna shuru kar diya tha, aur mujhe uski chinta se thodi rahat mil gayi thi.
Ye shaadi mere liye zaruri thi, aur iske peeche ek badi wajah thi—mere mayke mein chal rahi purani family ladaai. Mujhe laga tha ki shaadi ka ye mahaul ek bahana banega, aur sab mil baithkar sulah kar lenge. Lekin jaise hi log ek-ek kar shaadi ke liye jutne lage, wahi hone laga jise main avoid karna chahti thi. Mere dono bhai, jo pehle se hi ek dusre ke saath baat karna pasand nahi karte the, ek chhoti si baat par fir se jhagadne lage.
Shaadi ke teesre din tak mahaul kaafi tense ho chuka tha. Ek taraf shaadi ki khushiyan thi, toh doosri taraf ghar ke andar ek ghamasan mahaul. Main sab sametne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin cheezein mere bas ke bahar ho rahi thi.
Upar se mere pati ka phone aaya, aur unki baaton ne mere tension aur badha di. Phone par hi unhone mere mayke walon ka mazaak udana shuru kar diya. “Tumhare gharwale kabhi nahi sudhrenge,” unhone kaha, jaise ki meri koshishon ka koi matlab hi na ho.
Main unhe shant karne ki koshish kar rahi thi. “Aap toh yahan ho nahi, toh itna judge karna band kijiye,” maine kaha, lekin unhone meri baat anjaani kar di. “Main jo keh raha hoon, woh sach hai. Tumhare bhaiyon mein bas ego ka khel hai, aur tum bas bekar mein usme ghusti ho,” unhone mujhe ek aur taana mara.
Unki baatein mujhe chubhne lagi thi, lekin main shaadi ke mahaul ko aur kharab nahi karna chahti thi. Mere andar ka gussa ubal raha tha, lekin main chup rahi. Phir unhone ek aur comment kiya, “Agar tumhare gharwalon ko sudharne mein itni hi energy lagani hai, toh apni life ka sochna chhod do.”
Mere sabr ka baandh toot gaya. Main ekdum se unki taraf phone par bol padi, “Aap yahan nahi ho, isliye aapko pata bhi nahi chal raha ki kitni tension chal rahi hai. Bas phone pe baithkar taane maarna band kijiye!” Meri awaaz bharayi thi, lekin main nahi chahti thi ki yeh baat aur badhe. Maine phone kaat diya, lekin mere dil mein gussa ab bhi tha.
Ek taraf shaadi ka mahaul, doosri taraf ghar ka tension, aur ab mere pati ke comment. Mujhe laga ki main alag-alag taraf kheechi ja rahi hoon. Main samajh nahi paa rahi thi ki main yahaan sahi kar rahi hoon ya mujhe in cheezon se door rehna chahiye tha.
Shaadi ke ek din pehle ka din tha, aur sab kuch mere control se bahar lag raha tha. Mayke mein chhota-mota jhagda ab ek bade tanav mein badal chuka tha. Mere dono bhai ab khule aam ek doosre ko baatein suna rahe the, aur ghar ke bade log bhi unhe shaant karne mein nakam ho rahe the.
Upar se shopping ka sara bojh mujh par tha. Pura din bazaar ke chakkar lagane ke baad main thak kar choor thi, lekin mujhe ek pal ka sukoon nahi mil raha tha. Jab ghar aayi, toh meri nanad ne aur saman lene ka kah diya. Meri haalat dekh kar koi kuch nahi bol raha tha, lekin andar hi andar mujhe gussa aa raha tha.
Aur mere pati? Wo toh phone pe apni usual baaton mein lage the. Jab unhe bataaya ki ghar mein kitna tension hai, toh sirf ek hi jawab aaya, “Main toh pehle hi keh raha tha, tumhe sab chhorkar wapas aana chahiye tha.” Unki baaton mein koi support nahi, sirf ek tarah ka mazaak tha. “Tumhare ghar waale toh hamesha aise hi rahenge,” unka yeh kehana mujhe aur chub gaya.
Raat ke waqt sab apne kamron mein chale gaye. Main bhi apne room mein aayi, lekin dil mein ek ajeeb sa bharav tha. Ek taraf ghar ke jhagde, doosri taraf mere pati ki bevafai si baatein, aur teesri taraf meri apni akelapan. Har taraf se ek hi sawaal aata, “Main hi kyun sab samhalun? Main hi kyun sab kuch sahun?”
Main bed pe baithi, aur apne purse ko dekha. Us chit ki taraf meri nazar gayi jo itne din se andar rakhi thi. Har baar socha tha ki isse phenk doongi, lekin aaj... aaj us chit ne mujhe apne taraf kheench liya.
Main ne chit nikali, aur us number ko kuch seconds ke liye dekhti rahi. Dil aur dimaag ke beech ek jung chal rahi thi. “Mat kar,” dimaag keh raha tha. “Kya farq padta hai?” dil bol raha tha.
Main ne phone uthaya aur number dial kar diya. Ghanti baj rahi thi, aur mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. Call kaatne ka mann kiya, lekin tabhi uski awaaz sunai di.
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Main ne phone uthaya aur number dial kar diya. Har ghanti ke saath mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. “Kya kar rahi ho? Yeh galat hai,” main apne aap se keh rahi thi, lekin call connect ho chuka tha.
“Hello?” uski awaaz aayi—mazakiya, jaise usse pehle hi samajh aa gaya ho ki kaun hai.
Main ek pal ke liye chup rahi, lekin phir himmat kar ke bola, “Main... woh... tumse baat karna chahti thi.”
“Arre waah, mujhe laga tha ki aap mujhe bhool gayi hongi,” usne flirt karte hue kaha. “Boliye, madam. Aapka phone dekh ke lag raha hai kuch khaas baat hai.”
Mujhe apni awaaz sambhalni padi. “Mere mayke mein shaadi hai,” maine seedha keh diya. “Socha tumhe invite kar doon.”
“Shaadi? Kya baat hai! Kab hai? Aap dulhan toh nahi ban rahi?” usne tease karte hue kaha.
“Tum na... zyada mat bolo,” maine sharma ke kaha. “Mere bhai ki shaadi hai.”
“Achha, toh dulhan aap nahi ban rahi?” usne natkat lehze mein kaha. “Lekin agar ban rahi hoti, toh main turant dulha banne ke liye tayar ho jata!”
Mujhe uski baaton par hasi bhi aayi aur sharam bhi hui. “Tum aa rahe ho ya nahi? Seedha jawab do,” maine koshish ki ki baat normal rakhu.
“Arre, aap bulayengi toh kaise mana karunga?” usne chhedte hue bola. “Waise ek baat puchhun?”
“Kya?” maine hesitant hote hue pucha.
“Shaadi ke din saree pehnengi na? Mujhe lagta hai, aap dulhan se bhi zyada sundar lagengi,” usne shaaitani se kaha.
Mera chehra laal ho gaya. “Tum na zyada mat bolo. Main shaadi ke details bhej rahi hoon, bas aana hai.”
“Arre, main toh zarur aunga,” usne kaha. “Par ek baat zarur kar lena—shaadi se pehle thoda tayar ho jaana. Shave-wave kar lena. Pata nahi, shaadi ka din shayad kisi aur ke liye khaas ho jaye.”
Mujhe ab uski baatein thodi zyada lagne lagi thi. “Tum kitne badtameez ho!” maine sharm se bola.
“Badtameez? Arre, main toh bas aapki madad kar raha hoon,” usne maskhari karte hue jawab diya. “Aur waise bhi, shaadi ke din mujhe ek photo lena hai aapke saath. Pata hai, saree mein aap ki photo dekh ke poora din sharmaunga main.”
Mujhe laga ki phone turant kaat doon, lekin kuch tha uski baaton mein jo mujhe roke hua tha. “Tum aa rahe ho ya bas bakwas kar rahe ho?” maine kaha, sharam ko chhupane ki koshish mein.
“Bakwas? Kabhi nahi,” usne hansi ke saath jawab diya. “Shaadi toh sirf ek bahana hai, madam. Aapke bina toh main wahan ek minute bhi ruk nahi paunga.”
Mujhe uski baatein samajh aa rahi thi, lekin maine pretend kiya ki samajhi nahi. “Details bhej rahi hoon. Bye.”
“Bye bol diya?” usne natkat tareeke se kaha. “Lekin yaad rakhna, shaadi ke din meri aankhein sirf aap par hi rahengi. Phir mat kehna ki aapko kisi ne warn nahi kiya.”
Maine bina jawab diye phone kaat diya. Uska shabd “warn nahi kiya” mere dimaag mein gunj raha tha. Dil ki dhadkan ab bhi tez thi, aur chehre pe ek ajeeb si garmi thi. Ek taraf sharm, doosri taraf ek ajeeb si khushi... aur shaadi ke din ka intezaar ab alag hi wajah se hone laga tha.
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Shaadi ka din aakhir aa hi gaya tha. Subah se ghar mein ek alag si energy thi—log idhar-udhar bhaag rahe the, taiyariyon ke beech awaazon ka shor, aur mehmaanon ki aamad. Main ladke wale ki taraf thi, isliye zimmedariyaan aur bhi zyada thi.
Subah se ek ke baad ek kaam khatam karte-karte meri himmat jawab de rahi thi. Kabhi mithaiyon ka dhyan, kabhi kapdon ke packets sambhalna, toh kabhi mehmaanon ki chhoti-moti shikayat sunna. Ek taraf mujhe apne bete aur uske cousins ko ready karwana tha, toh doosri taraf apni bhi taiyari karni thi. Lekin jitna busy thi, mera mann ek ajeeb si bechaini mein tha.
Mujhe yaad tha ki maine usse venue ka invite diya tha, lekin ab mujhe ek ajeeb si ghabrahat ho rahi thi. Wo aayega ya nahi? Aur agar aaya toh sab kaise hoga? Kya koi kuch pooch lega?
Barat ka time paas aa raha tha. Ghar mein dhamal mach raha tha. Band baaje ki awaaz, logon ki taaliyan, aur dancing floor ki energy ke beech mera dhyan baar-baar darwaze ki taraf ja raha tha.
Barat venue mein settle ho rahi thi, aur sab log khane ki stall ki taraf chal diye. Main bhi wahan gayi, yeh dekhne ki sab kuch sahi hai ya nahi. Mehmaanon ke beech apni nazar ghumai, lekin abhi tak wo nahi aaya tha.
Tabhi meri nazar ek stall ke paas gayi. Woh wahan tha.
Ek plate chaat le kar khada tha, ek haath pocket mein aur dusre se chaat ka spoon pakad kar kha raha tha. Usne ek baar idhar-udhar dekha, aur phir uski nazar mujh par tik gayi. Ek sharaarat bhari muskaan uske chehre par thi.
Meri saanse ek pal ke liye ruk si gayi. Uski aankhon mein wo pehchaan thi, jo mujhe seedha ek din pehle ki baaton aur us raat ke lamhon ki yaad dila rahi thi.
Main uske paas gayi, jitna ho sake, apne chehre par ek casual sa expression rakhte hue.
“Tum yahan kaise?” maine dheere se poocha, apne shabdon mein jitna normal ho sake utna rakha.
“Arre, aapne hi toh bulaya tha,” usne ek halka sa hans kar jawab diya. “Socha, dulhan ki family ke saath khana kha lena chahiye.”
Main sharma gayi. “Maine toh sirf shaadi ke liye invite kiya tha,” maine halki awaaz mein kaha.
“Shaadi ke liye aaya hoon na. Lekin waise, aap aaj toh dulhan lag rahi hain. Yeh saree toh... bas kamaal hai,” usne chhedte hue kaha.
Mujhe ek ajeeb si ghabrahat ho rahi thi. “Tum na... yahan se chalo, mujhe baaki logon ka bhi dhyan rakhna hai,” maine baat taalne ki koshish ki.
“Baaki log? Aapke baaki log toh wahin band baaje ke paas busy hain. Aap yahan kyun busy hain? Aap toh bas ek baar ke liye dulhan ban jao.”
Main uske shabdon se aur sharma gayi. “Tum zyada mat bolo,” maine muskara kar kaha.
“Waise,” usne dheere se kaha, “Suhagrat ki planning bhi ki hai? Ya woh surprise hai?”
Mujhe uske shabdon pe itna gussa nahi aa raha tha jitna sharm aa rahi thi. Maine bas ek nazar us par dali, aur phir plate uthakar wahaan se chale gayi, lekin andar hi andar ek ajeeb si khushi ho rahi thi. Uska aana... wo flirt karna... sab kuch ek naye romanch se bhar gaya tha.
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Main ristedaron ke sath buffet se khana kha rahi thi, kafi varieties the wahan pe, aur mujhe samajh me nahi aa raha tha ki kis se suru karein, tabhi mujhe mere bagal se awaz aata hai, ye wahi tha, meri dil ki dhadhan tez ho jaati hai,
"Hello Madam jee, kya haal ba?" Uski awaz mein ek ajeeb si shararat thi, jo seedha dil tak ja rahi thi. Meri halat ekdum patli ho gayi, lekin main apne emotions ko control karte hue casually jawab dene ki koshish ki.
"Thik hoon," maine halki si muskaan ke saath kaha, lekin nazar uski taraf uthne ki himmat nahi kar paayi.
Usne ek plate uthayi aur buffet ke dishes ko dekhte hue bola, "Yeh shaadi ke buffet mein ek cheez toh confirm hai—variety dekh kar sab confuse ho jate hain, jaise abhi aap ho rahi hain."
Main thoda irritated hoke boli, "Mujhe pata hai kya lena hai."
"Achha? Toh pehle shuru kijiye, main dekh raha hoon," usne mischievously kaha, jaise mujhe test kar raha ho.
Maine jaldi se ek spoon rice aur gravy liya, lekin uski nazar mujhe kuch zyada hi conscious bana rahi thi.
"Waise, aapko bata doon, yeh butter paneer ka taste bohot accha hai, bilkul aapki tarah—soft aur sweet," usne teasing tone mein kaha.
Main ekdum sharmake uski taraf dekhi, lekin uski muskaan mujhe aur zyada nervous kar rahi thi.
"Zyada bolne ki zarurat nahi hai," maine usse door rehne ki koshish mein kaha.
Usne apne haath mein plate lete hue bola, "Aapko dekh kar lagta hai ki aapko khana bohot pasand hai. Par kya pata, main bhi pasand aa jaoon?"
Mujhe laga ki agar woh ek second aur wahan ruka, toh meri halat aur kharab ho jayegi. "Mujhe aur kuch lena hai," maine plate lekar wahan se nikalne ki koshish ki.
Jaise hi main ek counter ke paas pahunchi, usne peeche se awaz lagayi, "Madam, aap jaise log buffet ke nahi, banquet ke layak hote hain. Waise, agar main host hota, toh aapko alag table par bitha kar serve karta."
Uski baat sunte hi meri dhadkan aur tez ho gayi. Ek taraf gussa aur nakhare ka bhes tha, toh doosri taraf ek ajeeb si khushi. Andar se ek halka sa smile aaya, lekin maine turant apne emotions ko control kar liya. Main plate lekar wahan se nikal gayi aur ristedaron ke beech ghul milne ki koshish karne lagi.
Lekin meri nazar bar-bar apne aap uski taraf khinch ja rahi thi. Jab bhi dekhti, woh mujhe ek cheeky smile ke saath dekh raha hota. Mujhe andar se ek guilt ka ehsaas ho raha tha—apne bete se bhi kam umar ke ladke ke saath yeh sab? Yeh galat hai, mujhe apne aap ko rokna hoga.
Yeh sab sochte hue main wedding hall ke andar chali gayi, jahan mala pehnane ki rasm chal rahi thi. Maahol khushi aur utsah se bhara hua tha, lekin mera mann kisi aur hi uljhan mein uljha hua tha.
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Main wedding hall ke ek kone mein khadi thi, jahan photo shoot chal raha tha. Har taraf log dulha-dulhan ke saath tasveerein kheenchwa rahe the, aur main apni plate rakar casually dekh rahi thi. Tabhi mujhe uski awaaz sunai di—meri halat phir se patli hone wali thi.
"Madam ji, ek photo hum dono ki bhi ban jaye?" usne ek shaitan si muskaan ke saath kaha.
Maine ek awkward si hansi ke saath jawab diya, "Tumhare pas aur koi kaam nahi hai kya?"
"Kaam toh hai, par aapke saath photo lena sabse zaruri lag raha hai. Waise, agar aap saath na aana chahein, toh main dulha ko bol kar aapko yahin bula loon?" usne cheeky andaaz mein kaha.
Main uski baat sunke thoda gusse aur sharam mein aa gayi. "Main koi star nahi hoon jo photo lena zaruri ho," maine coldly kaha, lekin dil ke kone mein uski baatein mujhe halka sa hasa rahi thi.
"Star toh nahi hain, par mere liye pura galaxy hain," usne ek aankh maarte hue bola. "Waise, agar photo mein pose dene ka man nahi hai, toh main candid le sakta hoon. Aap waise bhi har angle se khoobsurat lagti hain."
Main ekdum sharma gayi, lekin maine apne emotions chhupane ki puri koshish ki. "Zyada bolne ki zarurat nahi hai. Jao apna kaam karo," maine usse peecha chhudane ki koshish ki.
Par woh easily har maan ne wale mein se nahi tha. Usne camera ki taraf ishara karte hue kaha, "Aap bas ek baar muskara dijiye, yeh tasveer zindagi bhar ke liye meri favorite ban jayegi."
Mujhe pata tha ki uska confidence mujhe aur zyada nervous kar raha tha. Maine phir ek random ristedaar ko pakad liya aur unse baat karne lagi, taaki woh wahan se chala jaye. Lekin jaate-jaate usne ek aur line chhod di, "Aapka smile mujhe aur shaadiyon mein aane ke liye majboor kar dega."
Maine apne aap ko sambhalte hue uski taraf gusse se dekha, par andar hi andar woh mujhe hara chuka tha.
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