24-06-2025, 10:50 AM
(This post was last modified: 25-06-2025, 12:00 PM by Wickedguy. Edited 5 times in total. Edited 5 times in total.)
Chapter 1
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Bus apne raste par thi, puraani Saher ki tang galiyon se nikal kar ab thodi khuli sadkon par daud rahi thi. Nisha aur Nimmi ko pichli seat par baithne ki jagah mili, jahan se khidki ke bahar ka nazara saaf dikh raha tha. Mohalle ki garmi se nikal kar bus ke andar ki hawa thodi rahat de rahi thi, lekin Nisha ke mann mein abhi bhi Ajju aur Ballu ki nazron ka bojh tha. Nimmi ne uska haath halka sa dabaya, jaise keh rahi ho, "Sab theek hai."
Bus mein zyada bheed nahi thi, kuch college ke bacche, kuch roz ke musafir aur do-teen buzurg. Mahol shant tha, bus ke engine ki halki awaaz aur sadak ke shor ke alawa kuch khaas nahi. Nisha ne apna bag apni god mein rakha aur khidki se bahar dekhne lagi. Uske lambe baal hawa mein halka-halka lehra rahe the.
Tabhi, bus ka conductor, Rakesh, jo ki kareeb 35-40 saal ka ek dubla-patla sa aadmi tha, Nisha ki taraf badha. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si muskurahat thi, jo uski aankhon tak nahi pahunch rahi thi. Woh aksar isi route par rehta tha aur Nisha ko har roz college jaate-aate dekhta tha. Nisha ki khoobsurati uski aankhon mein bhi bas chuki thi.
Woh Nisha aur Nimmi ke paas aaya, ticket dene ke bahaane. "Arre madam, aap dono ka college yahi hai na? Roz isi bus mein dekhta hoon." Usne jaan-boojh kar apni awaaz mein thodi mithaas gholi.
Nisha ne bina uski taraf dekhe ticket ke paise aage badhaye. "Haan bhaiya," usne chote se jawab diya.
Rakesh ne paise liye, lekin ticket dene mein thodi der ki. Uski nazrein Nisha ke chehre se hoti hui uske gale ke paas thehri jahan uske kurta se halka sa cleavage nazar aa raha tha. Usne ek gehri saans li, jaise us khushboo ko andar samet raha ho jo Nisha se aa rahi thi.
"Madam, aapka college kaun sa hai?" Rakesh ne sawaal kiya, jabki use pata tha. Yeh bas baat badhane ka ek tareeka tha.
Nimmi ne turant jawab diya, "Primary college, bhaiya. Aapko pata toh hai hi." Nimmi ko uski niyat theek nahi lag rahi thi.
Rakesh halka sa muskuraya, "Arre waah, Primary college... wahin padhai hoti hai kya ya bas..." usne apni baat adhoori chhod di aur ek gandi si hansi hansa. Uski nazar ab bhi Nisha par thi. "Waise, aap jaisi auratein padhai mein kam, aur baaki cheezon mein zyada dhyan deti hain, hai na?" usne apni awaaz ko aur dheema kiya, jaise koi raaz bata raha ho.
Nisha ko uski baat se behad gussa aaya. Uska chehra laal ho gaya. Usne apni mutthi bheench li. "Aapka matlab kya hai?" usne thodi tez awaaz mein kaha.
Nimmi ne Nisha ka haath pakda aur use shant rehne ka ishara kiya. "Bhaiya, aap ticket dijiye na."
Rakesh ne jaise suna hi nahi. Usne ticket Nisha ke haath mein dene ke bajaye, uske haath par apni ungliyon se halka sa sparsh kiya. Nisha ko current sa laga aur usne jhatke se apna haath peeche kheench liya.
"Arre madam, itni bhi kya jaldi hai? Safar lamba hai... hum toh bas do pal ki meethi baatein kar rahe the," Rakesh ne besharmi se kaha aur ab uski aankhon mein ek alag hi chamak thi. "Waise, aapke baalon ki khushboo toh kamaal hai... lagta hai nayi shampoo use ki hai." Woh Nisha ke bilkul kareeb aa gaya tha, itna kareeb ki Nisha ko uski saanson ki garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Nisha ko ab darr lagne laga. Usne himmat karke kaha, "Aap apni jagah jaaiye bhaiya."
Rakesh ne halke se hansa. "Kya ho gaya madam? Itni jaldi bura maan gayi? Hum toh bas... tarif kar rahe the. Aap jaisi khoobsurat aurat ki tarif toh banti hai na." Usne apni ungliyon ko Nisha ke bag par halke se ragada, jo uske seene ke paas tha. Uski niyat aur harkatein aur zyada badhne lagi thi. Nisha ko uske sparsh se bechaini ho rahi thi.
Bus mein baithe kuch logon ki nazrein un par padne lagi thi, lekin koi kuch bol nahi raha tha. Indian society mein aksar log aise mamlon mein dakhal dene se bachate hain.
Nimmi ne himmat ki. "Bhaiya, aap ticket dijiye aur aage badhiye. Hamein late ho raha hai." Uski awaaz mein ab gusse ki bajaye majboori thi.
Rakesh ne ek lambi saans chhodi, jaise woh abhi bhi Nisha ke paas rukna chahta ho. "Theek hai, theek hai. Itni gussa mat kijiye. Fir milenge," usne apni aankhon se ek gandi si muskaan dete hue kaha aur peeche mud gaya. Jaate-jaate bhi uski nazrein Nisha par thehri hui thi.
Nisha ne rahat ki saans li, lekin uska dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. Uske gaal ab bhi laal the aur use ghinn aa rahi thi. Usne Nimmi ki taraf dekha, Nimmi ka chehra bhi chinta se bhara tha. Dono ek doosre ko dekhti rahi, is ashleel anubhav ke baad unki subah ki shuruaat ek kadvi yaadon ke saath hui thi.
Bus ab agle stop par ruki. Darwaze khulte hi andar ek bujurg aunty chadheen, jinki aankhon par kala chashma laga tha aur chehre par thakan saaf dikh rahi thi. Unka abhi-abhi cataract ka operation hua tha, aur woh sahare ke liye idhar-udhar dekh rahi thi. Bus kachaakach bhari thi, til dharne ki jagah nahi.
Nisha ki nazar un par padi. Uske dil mein taras aa gaya. Usne Nimmi ki taraf dekha, Nimmi bhi aunty ko hi dekh rahi thi. Bina kuch kahe, Nisha apni seat se uth khadi hui. "Aunty ji, aap yahan baith jaiye," usne narm lehje mein kaha aur unhe apni jagah di.
Bujurg aunty ne muskurakar dua di, "Jeeti raho beta, bhagwan tumhe khush rakhe."
Ab Nisha us bheed-bhaad wali bus mein khadi thi. Har station par bheed aur badhti ja rahi thi, aur Nisha khud ko passengers ke beech daba hua mehsoos kar rahi thi. Tabhi, use apne peeche kisi ki maujoodgi mehsoos hui. Yeh aur koi nahi, wahi Rakesh, conductor, tha. Mauka paakar woh Nisha ke theek peeche aa khada hua tha.
Bus ne ek jor ka jhatka liya aur Rakesh Nisha ke aur kareeb aa gaya. Nisha ko apne ubhare hue nitamb par kuch chubhta sa mehsoos hua. Ek pal ke liye woh hadbada gayi. Use pata tha yeh Rakesh ki harkat hai, aur use behad gussa aa raha tha. Usne koshish ki ki thoda aage khisak sake, par jagah hi nahi thi.
Yeh uski zindagi ka pehla anubhav tha jab kisi gair mard ka touch usse itni gandi niyat ke saath mila ho. Sunny ke sparsh se alag, is chhuahan mein ek ajeeb si lahar uske andar daud gayi. Uska dil tezi se dhadakne laga. Kya yeh darr tha, ya kuch aur? Nisha khud samajh nahi paa rahi thi. Kahi na kahi, ek anchaahi si bhaavna uske mann mein paida hone lagi thi, jise woh pehchan nahi paa rahi thi.
Jyun-jyun bus dhakke khaati, Rakesh aur bhi zyada Nisha se sat-ta aur jhuk jaata. Har jhatke ke saath, woh chubhan aur badhti. Nisha baar-baar apne aap ko sametne ki koshish karti, par Rakesh ki nazrein aur uska sharir uska peecha nahi chhod rahe the.
Ek baar toh Rakesh ne hadh hi kar di. Bus ne ek bade speed-breaker par jor ka jhatka liya, aur isi ka fayda uthate hue Rakesh ne apna haath Nisha ki patli kamar mein daal diya, jaise use girne se bacha raha ho. Uska angutha Nisha ki kamar par halka sa ghoom gaya. Nisha kaanp gayi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi. Usne jhatke se uska haath hatane ki koshish ki, par bheed itni thi ki woh theek se hil bhi nahi pa rahi thi. Uska dimaag sunn pad gaya tha. Kya kare, use samajh nahi aa raha tha.
Bus ab college stop ke kareeb pahunch rahi thi, lekin Nisha ke liye har pal ek sadi sa lag raha tha. Rakesh ki besharmi har guzarate lamhe ke saath badhti ja rahi thi. Bheed ka fayda uthate hue, usne ek aur hadh paar kar di. Sabse nazrein churakar, usne Nisha ke nitambo ko daba diya. Nisha ki saansein garmaane lagi, uska poora badan sulag utha. Ek jhurjhuri si uske tan-badan mein daud gayi.
Nisha ne gusse se ek nazar peeche khade Rakesh par daali aur use apni aankhon se hi jala dena chaha. Uski aankhon mein aag thi. Lekin Rakesh, bilkul besharam sa, daant dikhaane laga, uske chehre par ek gandi si muskaan thi. "Bahot bheed hai beta, main bhi kya karu," usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, jaise woh Nisha ki majboori ka mazak uda raha ho. Nisha bheed ki wajah se chup thi, woh koi tamasha nahi banana chahti thi, na hi use pata tha ki aisi situation mein kya karna chahiye. Uska dimaag sunn pad gaya tha.
Tabhi, usne rahat ki saans li. Uska stop aa gaya tha. Bus dheere hone lagi. Nisha ne jaldi se utarne ki taiyari ki. Lekin Rakesh, apni gandi niyat ke saath, jaate-jaate bhi shrarat se baaz nahi aaya. Sabse nazrein bachakar, usne apne ticket wale bag ka sahara lekar Nisha ke nitamb par zor se chikauti kaat di.
Nisha ke munh se haule se chikh nikal gayi – "Ouuuuuuuuuuuuucchhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Nimmi, jo thodi peeche baithi thi aur is sab se anjaan thi, Nisha ki taraf dekhi. "Kya hua Nisha?" usne chintit hokar poochha.
Nisha ne apne gusse ko dabate hue, Rakesh ki ore dekha. Uske chehre par gussa aur sharam saaf jhalak rahi thi. "Woh... woh..." usne hichakte hue kaha, aur fir jaldi se sambhalte hue gusse se conductor ki ore dekh kar boli, "Woh conductor ka pair aa gaya tha mere pairon pe!"
Nimmi ne gusse se conductor ki ore dekha. "Bhaiya! Kya hai? Dhyaan se nahi chal sakte kya?"
Rakesh ne ek lambi, double meaning wali muskaan di. Usne Nisha ke cleavage ki ore dekhte hue kaha, "Arey beti, itna dhyaan se chala hoon main ki bus mein kissi ko mere chalne ki awaaz bhi naa aayi hai." Usne apni aankhein phir se Nisha ki taraf ki, ek shararati chamak ke saath. "Woh toh tumhari saheli itni komal aur naajuk hai ki mere halke se paao lagne se bhi cheek di." Uske shabdon mein taana aur besharmi saaf jhalak rahi thi.
Nisha ko uski baat par aur zyada gussa aaya, lekin bus ruk chuki thi aur college ka stop aa gaya tha. Nisha ne Nimmi ka haath pakda aur bina kuch bole bus se utar gayi. Uska chehra laal tha aur dil gusse aur apmaan se bhara hua tha. Usse ghinn aa rahi thi Rakesh ki in harkaton se aur apni majboori par bhi.
Bus apne raste par thi, puraani Saher ki tang galiyon se nikal kar ab thodi khuli sadkon par daud rahi thi. Nisha aur Nimmi ko pichli seat par baithne ki jagah mili, jahan se khidki ke bahar ka nazara saaf dikh raha tha. Mohalle ki garmi se nikal kar bus ke andar ki hawa thodi rahat de rahi thi, lekin Nisha ke mann mein abhi bhi Ajju aur Ballu ki nazron ka bojh tha. Nimmi ne uska haath halka sa dabaya, jaise keh rahi ho, "Sab theek hai."
Bus mein zyada bheed nahi thi, kuch college ke bacche, kuch roz ke musafir aur do-teen buzurg. Mahol shant tha, bus ke engine ki halki awaaz aur sadak ke shor ke alawa kuch khaas nahi. Nisha ne apna bag apni god mein rakha aur khidki se bahar dekhne lagi. Uske lambe baal hawa mein halka-halka lehra rahe the.
Tabhi, bus ka conductor, Rakesh, jo ki kareeb 35-40 saal ka ek dubla-patla sa aadmi tha, Nisha ki taraf badha. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si muskurahat thi, jo uski aankhon tak nahi pahunch rahi thi. Woh aksar isi route par rehta tha aur Nisha ko har roz college jaate-aate dekhta tha. Nisha ki khoobsurati uski aankhon mein bhi bas chuki thi.
Woh Nisha aur Nimmi ke paas aaya, ticket dene ke bahaane. "Arre madam, aap dono ka college yahi hai na? Roz isi bus mein dekhta hoon." Usne jaan-boojh kar apni awaaz mein thodi mithaas gholi.
Nisha ne bina uski taraf dekhe ticket ke paise aage badhaye. "Haan bhaiya," usne chote se jawab diya.
Rakesh ne paise liye, lekin ticket dene mein thodi der ki. Uski nazrein Nisha ke chehre se hoti hui uske gale ke paas thehri jahan uske kurta se halka sa cleavage nazar aa raha tha. Usne ek gehri saans li, jaise us khushboo ko andar samet raha ho jo Nisha se aa rahi thi.
"Madam, aapka college kaun sa hai?" Rakesh ne sawaal kiya, jabki use pata tha. Yeh bas baat badhane ka ek tareeka tha.
Nimmi ne turant jawab diya, "Primary college, bhaiya. Aapko pata toh hai hi." Nimmi ko uski niyat theek nahi lag rahi thi.
Rakesh halka sa muskuraya, "Arre waah, Primary college... wahin padhai hoti hai kya ya bas..." usne apni baat adhoori chhod di aur ek gandi si hansi hansa. Uski nazar ab bhi Nisha par thi. "Waise, aap jaisi auratein padhai mein kam, aur baaki cheezon mein zyada dhyan deti hain, hai na?" usne apni awaaz ko aur dheema kiya, jaise koi raaz bata raha ho.
Nisha ko uski baat se behad gussa aaya. Uska chehra laal ho gaya. Usne apni mutthi bheench li. "Aapka matlab kya hai?" usne thodi tez awaaz mein kaha.
Nimmi ne Nisha ka haath pakda aur use shant rehne ka ishara kiya. "Bhaiya, aap ticket dijiye na."
Rakesh ne jaise suna hi nahi. Usne ticket Nisha ke haath mein dene ke bajaye, uske haath par apni ungliyon se halka sa sparsh kiya. Nisha ko current sa laga aur usne jhatke se apna haath peeche kheench liya.
"Arre madam, itni bhi kya jaldi hai? Safar lamba hai... hum toh bas do pal ki meethi baatein kar rahe the," Rakesh ne besharmi se kaha aur ab uski aankhon mein ek alag hi chamak thi. "Waise, aapke baalon ki khushboo toh kamaal hai... lagta hai nayi shampoo use ki hai." Woh Nisha ke bilkul kareeb aa gaya tha, itna kareeb ki Nisha ko uski saanson ki garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Nisha ko ab darr lagne laga. Usne himmat karke kaha, "Aap apni jagah jaaiye bhaiya."
Rakesh ne halke se hansa. "Kya ho gaya madam? Itni jaldi bura maan gayi? Hum toh bas... tarif kar rahe the. Aap jaisi khoobsurat aurat ki tarif toh banti hai na." Usne apni ungliyon ko Nisha ke bag par halke se ragada, jo uske seene ke paas tha. Uski niyat aur harkatein aur zyada badhne lagi thi. Nisha ko uske sparsh se bechaini ho rahi thi.
Bus mein baithe kuch logon ki nazrein un par padne lagi thi, lekin koi kuch bol nahi raha tha. Indian society mein aksar log aise mamlon mein dakhal dene se bachate hain.
Nimmi ne himmat ki. "Bhaiya, aap ticket dijiye aur aage badhiye. Hamein late ho raha hai." Uski awaaz mein ab gusse ki bajaye majboori thi.
Rakesh ne ek lambi saans chhodi, jaise woh abhi bhi Nisha ke paas rukna chahta ho. "Theek hai, theek hai. Itni gussa mat kijiye. Fir milenge," usne apni aankhon se ek gandi si muskaan dete hue kaha aur peeche mud gaya. Jaate-jaate bhi uski nazrein Nisha par thehri hui thi.
Nisha ne rahat ki saans li, lekin uska dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. Uske gaal ab bhi laal the aur use ghinn aa rahi thi. Usne Nimmi ki taraf dekha, Nimmi ka chehra bhi chinta se bhara tha. Dono ek doosre ko dekhti rahi, is ashleel anubhav ke baad unki subah ki shuruaat ek kadvi yaadon ke saath hui thi.
Bus ab agle stop par ruki. Darwaze khulte hi andar ek bujurg aunty chadheen, jinki aankhon par kala chashma laga tha aur chehre par thakan saaf dikh rahi thi. Unka abhi-abhi cataract ka operation hua tha, aur woh sahare ke liye idhar-udhar dekh rahi thi. Bus kachaakach bhari thi, til dharne ki jagah nahi.
Nisha ki nazar un par padi. Uske dil mein taras aa gaya. Usne Nimmi ki taraf dekha, Nimmi bhi aunty ko hi dekh rahi thi. Bina kuch kahe, Nisha apni seat se uth khadi hui. "Aunty ji, aap yahan baith jaiye," usne narm lehje mein kaha aur unhe apni jagah di.
Bujurg aunty ne muskurakar dua di, "Jeeti raho beta, bhagwan tumhe khush rakhe."
Ab Nisha us bheed-bhaad wali bus mein khadi thi. Har station par bheed aur badhti ja rahi thi, aur Nisha khud ko passengers ke beech daba hua mehsoos kar rahi thi. Tabhi, use apne peeche kisi ki maujoodgi mehsoos hui. Yeh aur koi nahi, wahi Rakesh, conductor, tha. Mauka paakar woh Nisha ke theek peeche aa khada hua tha.
Bus ne ek jor ka jhatka liya aur Rakesh Nisha ke aur kareeb aa gaya. Nisha ko apne ubhare hue nitamb par kuch chubhta sa mehsoos hua. Ek pal ke liye woh hadbada gayi. Use pata tha yeh Rakesh ki harkat hai, aur use behad gussa aa raha tha. Usne koshish ki ki thoda aage khisak sake, par jagah hi nahi thi.
Yeh uski zindagi ka pehla anubhav tha jab kisi gair mard ka touch usse itni gandi niyat ke saath mila ho. Sunny ke sparsh se alag, is chhuahan mein ek ajeeb si lahar uske andar daud gayi. Uska dil tezi se dhadakne laga. Kya yeh darr tha, ya kuch aur? Nisha khud samajh nahi paa rahi thi. Kahi na kahi, ek anchaahi si bhaavna uske mann mein paida hone lagi thi, jise woh pehchan nahi paa rahi thi.
Jyun-jyun bus dhakke khaati, Rakesh aur bhi zyada Nisha se sat-ta aur jhuk jaata. Har jhatke ke saath, woh chubhan aur badhti. Nisha baar-baar apne aap ko sametne ki koshish karti, par Rakesh ki nazrein aur uska sharir uska peecha nahi chhod rahe the.
Ek baar toh Rakesh ne hadh hi kar di. Bus ne ek bade speed-breaker par jor ka jhatka liya, aur isi ka fayda uthate hue Rakesh ne apna haath Nisha ki patli kamar mein daal diya, jaise use girne se bacha raha ho. Uska angutha Nisha ki kamar par halka sa ghoom gaya. Nisha kaanp gayi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi. Usne jhatke se uska haath hatane ki koshish ki, par bheed itni thi ki woh theek se hil bhi nahi pa rahi thi. Uska dimaag sunn pad gaya tha. Kya kare, use samajh nahi aa raha tha.
Bus ab college stop ke kareeb pahunch rahi thi, lekin Nisha ke liye har pal ek sadi sa lag raha tha. Rakesh ki besharmi har guzarate lamhe ke saath badhti ja rahi thi. Bheed ka fayda uthate hue, usne ek aur hadh paar kar di. Sabse nazrein churakar, usne Nisha ke nitambo ko daba diya. Nisha ki saansein garmaane lagi, uska poora badan sulag utha. Ek jhurjhuri si uske tan-badan mein daud gayi.
Nisha ne gusse se ek nazar peeche khade Rakesh par daali aur use apni aankhon se hi jala dena chaha. Uski aankhon mein aag thi. Lekin Rakesh, bilkul besharam sa, daant dikhaane laga, uske chehre par ek gandi si muskaan thi. "Bahot bheed hai beta, main bhi kya karu," usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, jaise woh Nisha ki majboori ka mazak uda raha ho. Nisha bheed ki wajah se chup thi, woh koi tamasha nahi banana chahti thi, na hi use pata tha ki aisi situation mein kya karna chahiye. Uska dimaag sunn pad gaya tha.
Tabhi, usne rahat ki saans li. Uska stop aa gaya tha. Bus dheere hone lagi. Nisha ne jaldi se utarne ki taiyari ki. Lekin Rakesh, apni gandi niyat ke saath, jaate-jaate bhi shrarat se baaz nahi aaya. Sabse nazrein bachakar, usne apne ticket wale bag ka sahara lekar Nisha ke nitamb par zor se chikauti kaat di.
Nisha ke munh se haule se chikh nikal gayi – "Ouuuuuuuuuuuuucchhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Nimmi, jo thodi peeche baithi thi aur is sab se anjaan thi, Nisha ki taraf dekhi. "Kya hua Nisha?" usne chintit hokar poochha.
Nisha ne apne gusse ko dabate hue, Rakesh ki ore dekha. Uske chehre par gussa aur sharam saaf jhalak rahi thi. "Woh... woh..." usne hichakte hue kaha, aur fir jaldi se sambhalte hue gusse se conductor ki ore dekh kar boli, "Woh conductor ka pair aa gaya tha mere pairon pe!"
Nimmi ne gusse se conductor ki ore dekha. "Bhaiya! Kya hai? Dhyaan se nahi chal sakte kya?"
Rakesh ne ek lambi, double meaning wali muskaan di. Usne Nisha ke cleavage ki ore dekhte hue kaha, "Arey beti, itna dhyaan se chala hoon main ki bus mein kissi ko mere chalne ki awaaz bhi naa aayi hai." Usne apni aankhein phir se Nisha ki taraf ki, ek shararati chamak ke saath. "Woh toh tumhari saheli itni komal aur naajuk hai ki mere halke se paao lagne se bhi cheek di." Uske shabdon mein taana aur besharmi saaf jhalak rahi thi.
Nisha ko uski baat par aur zyada gussa aaya, lekin bus ruk chuki thi aur college ka stop aa gaya tha. Nisha ne Nimmi ka haath pakda aur bina kuch bole bus se utar gayi. Uska chehra laal tha aur dil gusse aur apmaan se bhara hua tha. Usse ghinn aa rahi thi Rakesh ki in harkaton se aur apni majboori par bhi.
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