16-10-2025, 09:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 18-10-2025, 07:49 AM by Sriya2. Edited 5 times in total. Edited 5 times in total.)
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Supriya Hina aur Iqbal ke beech mein pichi hui baithi thi. Peeche se Hina ne uski kamar par haath rakha hua tha aur aage se uski chhaati Iqbal ki peeth ko chhoo rahi thi. Abhi toh woh gaanv se bahar bhi nahi nikle they aur raaste mein itne jhatke lag chuke they ki Supriya ki choochiyan Iqbal se takrate takrate dard karne lagi thi. Shayad uska maansik samay door nahi tha, us samay par uske boobs kuch jyada hi sensitive ho jaate they.
Iqbal apni purani motorcycle ke sheeshe se chori chhupe Supriya ko nihaar raha tha. Itni sundar jo lag rahi thi aaj uski madamji. Lucknow mein ek do baar pehle bhi woh uske saath bike par baithi thi, par us samay woh itne nazdeek nahi they. Na hi faasle mein aur na hi rishte mein. Par ab toh woh dono ek doosre ke behad nazdeek aa chuke they.
Kaash is waqt Hina uske saath na hoti toh woh itne farrate se is bike ko kahin akele mein dauda leta. Nahi nahi, akele mein kyu, woh kyu aisa soch raha tha. Jab bhi Supriya ka jism uske jism se chhoota, toh pata nahi use kya hi ho jaata tha. Unke khule silky baal bike ki gati se hawa mein lehra rahe they aur unka pyaare sa chhehra aaj toh kuch alag hi chamak raha tha. Unke baare mein sochte hi uska dil zor se dhadakne laga tha.
Doosri taraf Supriya itne dino baad ghar se bahar nikli thi, balki Iqbal se uski shaadi ke baad pehli baar hi woh bahar nikli thi. Iqbal se shaadi ke baad pehli baar… abhi abhi mein kitni aasani se usne ye soch liya jaise isme kuch atpata hi na ho. Iqbal aur uski shaadi... jo ab tak bas naam ki hi thi. Woh usi masjid ke saamne se ho kar nikle jahan use us gadhe ka lund pakadna pada tha… chee chee... woh sochte hi Supriya tharthara uthi.
Gaanv ki galiyon se nikalte hue har mod par log Iqbal aur un dono ko ghoor rahe they. Kuch toh dua salam bhi kar rahe they, aur Iqbal wapas unhe salam kar deta.
Jaise hi bike gaanv ke bazar se hokar nikli, Supriya ne dekha ki jis aadmi ki dukaan se Rubina ne use bra panty dilayi thi woh aadmi apni dukaan ka shutter khol raha tha. Kya naam tha uska… Junaid… haan shayad Junaid hi toh tha. Woh sadak par saamne hi khada tha aur Iqbal ne bike ki speed dheere kar di.
Junaid - Salam Iqbal chachu… kahan chal di sawari subah subah…
Iqbal - Walekum… bas kisi kaam se jaa raha tha…
Junaid ne muskurate hue Hina ki taraf dekha - Acha... is pagli ka admission karane…
Hina chhidte hue boli - Tumhe kaise pata… Naaz ne bataya?
Iqbal ne Hina ko tokte hue kaha - Woh tumse bada hai na Hina… aap karke bolo use…
Hina ne apni naak sikodi - Itna bhi bada nahi hai…
Junaid haste hue - Areee koi nahi… bol le jo bolna hai… haan teri dost ke pet mein koi baat kahan pachti hai…
Hina ne sir jhatak kar bola - Acha kaam karne jaa rahe hai, tabhi tum kale billote ki tarah rasta kaatne aa gaye...
Junaid ne uski baat ko hasi mein taal diya, aur fir Supriya ki taraf dekh kar muskuraya - Aadab chachi jaan… kaise hai aap... pehchana... main aapke bhatije jaise hi hoon...
Supriya ne halke se aadab ka ishaara kiya - Main theek hoon... aap kaise hai...
Junaid - Badiya... aapki shaadi mein dekha tha aapko... aur ab dekh raha hoon… aap ghar se bahar hi nahi nikalti shayad...
Supriya - Haan woh.... bas ghar mein bohot kaam hote hai...
Junaid - Haan woh toh hai... aapko dekh kar koi keh nahi sakta ki shaadi ka rang aap par chhada na ho… befizool hi gaanv mein afwhaein udti rehti hai...
Supriya ko uski baat samajh nahi aayi, pata nahi woh kaun si afwahon ki baat kar raha tha. Usne Iqbal ki aur dekha, jiske chhehre par Junaid ki baaton se badti chidd dikh rahi thi.
Junaid ko bhi woh dikh gaya tha - Agar meri baat buri lagi ho toh apna bhatija maan kar gustakhi maaf karna...
Iqbal - Chal Junaid… hume abhi chalna chahiye… deri ho jayegi...
Junaid ne unhe fir se muskurate hue salaam kiya aur Iqbal apni bike wahan se chalate hue aage nikal gaya. Hina apna muh Supriya ke kaan ke paas late hue boli - Chachi… ye Junaid mujhe bilkul bhi acha nahi lagta… pata nahi kya kya bolta rehta hai...
Tez bike par Supriya ko Hina ki aawaz saaf toh sunayi nahi de rahi thi, par woh samajh gayi thi woh Junaid ke baare mein kuch bol rahi thi.
Motorcycle chalte chalte gaanv se thoda bahar ki aur aa gayi thi. October ka mahina chal raha tha toh hawa mein thoda si thandak hone lagi thi. Supriya ke haath ke baal thand se kaanpte hue khade ho rahe they. Hina ne fir se use peeche se thoda sa aage dhakela, woh Supriya se bilkul chipki padi thi, aur Supriya aage Iqbal se. Supriya ki jaanghe thodi si aur chhaudi hote hue Iqbal ki pant se chipak gayi. Na jaane kyu is tarah thand mein kisi se chipke rehne mein ek ajeeb si rahat mil rahi thi.
Kuch der baad, thand mein bhi Supriya ko paseene aane shuru ho gaye they. Abhi toh shayad 40-45 minute ka aur raasta bacha tha. Usne ghar par bina soche samjhe bol toh diya tha ki Iqbal Hina ko roz wahan chhod denge aur le bhi aayenge, par ab use samajh aa raha tha ki Iqbal ko kitni door Hina ko roz laana lejana padega. Pata nahi Iqbal ye sab roz kaise karenge, aur abhi toh thand aur badegi hi.
Ab road thodi si behtar hone lagi thi, par Supriya fir bhi Iqbal se chipki hui thi. Uske haath Iqbal ke kandho ko kas ke pakde hue they, aur ab toh jaane anjaane uski gardan par lipat hi gaye they. Supriya ne apna sir bhi Iqbal ki peeth par tika diya tha. Iqbal ko bhi apni madamji ke iss tarah baithne se bada maza aa raha tha. Ek alag hi garmahat aur sukoon sa mil raha tha peeche se, jaise uski poori duniya uske saath ho.
Raaste bhar mein aisa kuch khaas dekhne ke liye nahi tha, bas woh log shayad dheere dheere Amroha ke nazdeek pahuch rahe they. Kuch time baad, Supriya ne apni aankhein halki si band karli, aur use ek chhoti si jhapki aa gayi. Wahan pahuch kar jab Hina ne use halke se hilaya toh uski aankh khuli. Supriya ne apna sir Iqbal ki peeth se hataya jo abhi bhi aaram se bike rok kar khada tha.
Supriya hadbadate hue boli - Kya hua… hum pahuch gaye kya?
Hina haste hue - Chachi lagta hai aapko Chachu ki peeth par sir rakh kar badi achi neend aayi hai… raat ko bhi aise hi soti ho kya?
Supriya ne uske haath par halke se maara - Chal badmash ladki… kuch bhi bolti hai… tera admission karane aayi hu na… jyada boli toh aise hi wapas chali jayungi.
Hina ne jaldi se apne kaan pakad liye - Aree baba majak tha na… sorry sorry….
Supriya - Hmmmm … ye hui na baat…
Woh dono bike se utre aur Iqbal ne bike to college ke bahar side mein laga diya. Supriya idhar udhar dekhne lagi, bahut bada college toh nahi tha, par kisi bade purane college jaisa lag raha tha. Use ye jagah dekh kar apne Jhansi ke college ki yaad aa gayi.
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Bahar ek bada sa lohe ka gate tha jiske aas paas kafi saari ladkiyaan khadi thi aur aas paas kafi chehal pehal si thi. Ladkiyon ka college hone ki wajah se kafi ladke bhi aas paas mandra se rahe they.
Iqbal ne bhi bike laga kar idhar udhar ka muyana kiya. Bahar ladko ko ladkiyaan tadte dekh use acha toh nahi laga tha par filhaal woh Supriya aur Hina ke aage kuch bolna nahi chahta tha.
Supriya - Chaliye Iqbal jee… andar chalte hai…
Iqbal jee bolte hi fir se Supriya ke mann mein ek ajeeb si bijli si daudi. Use apne mann ke upar sanyam ki dori baandhe rakhna seekhna padega shayad.
Iqbal - Madam… mera matlab Supriya… tum log jayo na andar… main kya karunga andar aakar…
Hina ke saamne shayad usne baat sambhal li thi, pata nahi Hina ne use madam bolte suna ya nahi. Aur suna toh pata nahi woh kya soch rahi hogi.
Supriya - Aap bhi admission ke kaam mein madad karenge… aur kya?
Iqbal - Ab main aap jitna pada likha toh hoon nahi toh kya hi madad karunga andar jakar… waise bhi ladkiyon ka college hai, mujhe thoda ajeeb bhi lagega andar jaana…
Supriya ne Iqbal ki aur dekha, jo aadmi kisi se bhi ladne se nahi darta tha, woh ladkiyon ke college mein jaane ke naam se buri tarah ghabraya hua tha.
Iqbal - Hum sabko aap par bharosa hai… aap ache se baat kar loge… aap jayo ise lekar.. itne main yahan bahar ka haal chaal pata karta hoon…
Supriya ne halke se haan mein sir hilaya aur Hina ko saath lekar andar ki aur chal di. Uske mann mein bhi thodi ghabrahat thi par woh Hina ke saamne kamzor nahi padna chahti thi.
Hina ne raaste mein kaha - Chachi... ek baat bolu... mujhe bada acha lagta hai ki Chachu aapko itni pyaar se aap aap karke bolte hai...
Supriya ne halke se kaha - Acha...
Hina - Haan... maine gaanv mein kisi ke shauhar ko aise bolte nahi suna... kaash mera shauhar bhi mujhe aise hi pyaar aur izzat se aap karke bulaye...
Supriya ne uske sir par halka sa haath maara - Pehle jo yahan karne aayi hai woh toh kar le... ya abhi ghar chal kar pehle tere liye waise shauhar dhoonde...
Hina muskurati hui chup ho gayi.
Andar aakar unhone kuch ladkiyon se admission office ka raasta poocha. Waise toh bahar se hi ek khidki thi par woh filhaal band thi. Woh dono college ke andar ke raaste se office mein pahuche. Andar jyada log nahi they, 2-3 mahilayen aur ek naujawan sa aadmi.
Supriya un aurato mein se ek ke counter ke paas pahuchi aur apna gala saaf karte hue uska dhyan apni aur kheechne ki koshish karne lagi - Uhnmmm… madam…
Par woh aurat saamne khadi Supriya par koi dhyan nahi de rahi thi.
Supriya ne fir se use aawaz di, is baar thoda aur tez - Madam suniye zara…
Aurat - Bolo… kya kaam hai… tum dono ko abhi class mein nahi hona chahiye…
Supriya ko acha bhi laga ki us aurat ko lag raha tha ki woh bhi ek student hi hai par saath hi ajeeb sa bhi - Nahi madam woh… admission ke baare mein baat karni hai…
Aurat - Pranav se jaa kar baat karo…
Supriya - Pranav kaun?
Aurat ne tirchi aakhon se Supriya ki aur dekha - Is kamre mein ham mein se Pranav kaun ho sakta hai?
Supriya ne kamre ke entrance ke paas baithi us naujawan aadmi ki taraf dekha. Shayad wo hi Pranav tha. Par ye aurat saaf saaf bhi toh bol sakti thi.
Supriya wapas us counter ki taraf chal padi aur Hina uske theek peeche peeche. Supriya ne wahan pahuch kar kuch bolna hi chaha tha ki woh aadmi bol pada.
Pranav - Admission ka samay nikal chuka hai… ab nahi ho sakta admission…
Supriya ne kheejte hue kaha - Par humne toh abhi kuch bola bhi nahi aapse…
Pranav - Aap wohi hai na jisne 2 din pehle phone kiya tha aur dher saare sawal pooch rahi thi… abhi aapko wahan Sarla ma’am se bhi admission ke baare mein poochte suna.
Supriya - Haan par aapne toh kaha tha na ki aakar baat kar lo…
Pranav - Maine aisa nahi kaha tha, maine ye kaha tha ki phone par admission nahi hota… aur admission ka time nikal chuka hai…
Is aadmi ki baat sunkar Supriya ki kheej badti jaa rahi thi - Par aapne mana bhi toh nahi kiya tha phone par…
Pranav - Aapne sahi se suni ho meri baat tab toh yaad hogi na aapko…
Hina ne halke se Supriya ka haath kheecha. Supriya ne uski shakal ki aur dekha toh kafi mayoos si lag rahi thi, jaise abhi rone lagegi. Uski shakal dekh Supriya mein jaise ladne ki himmat si aa gayi.
Supriya - Aap iski 12th ki marksheet toh dekho… bohot hi honhaar ladki hai…
Pranav - Woh sab theek hai par college session shuru hue ek mahina hone ko aaya hai… ab aise beech mein kaise admission kar de…
Supriya ko lagne laga tha ki ye aadmi unki madad nahi karne wala tha - Mujhe aapke college ke principal se milna hai… unka office kahan hai..
Pranav - Aap unse nahi mil sakti… aapko uske liye appointment chahiye hogi…
Supriya gusse mein kaapne lagi thi - Hum log itni door se aaye hai.. unse mil kar hi jayenge…
Supriya ko ekdam yaad aaya ki is office ke raaste mein hi shayad unka office bhi pada tha. Woh Hina ko kheechte hue bahar ki taraf jaldi se le chali.
Hina ki bikhri hui si aawaz bahar aayi - Chaachhhiiii… ab kya karenge… ye toh mana kar rahe hai…
Supriya ne gusse mein kaha - Abhi ruk na… sab theek ho jayega..
Usne bol toh diya tha par use nahi pata tha ki sab theek hoga ki nahi. Woh jaldi se principal ke office ki taraf badi aur usne dekha ki Pranav bhi uske jaldi se uske peeche peeche aa raha tha.
Supriya ne wahan pahuchte hi darwaze par halke se knock kiya aur darwaza khol diya. Unki kismat achi thi ki Principal sir wahin andar hi baithe they.
Pranav jaldi se peeche se aaya aur zor se bola - Aap aise andar nahi jaa sakti… maine bola na aapko…
Supriya ne use gusse mein ghoora - Mujhe bas paanch minute chahiye… itna samay toh woh nikaal hi sakte hain na…
Un dono ke beech behas shuru ho gayi thi aur unke aas paas log ikkahatta hone shuru ho gaye they. Ye dekh kar Principal bhi khada ho kar bahar ki aur aa gaya.
Principal - Pranav ye sab kya chal raha hai…
Pranav - Sir… main inhe kabse samjha raha hoon ki woh aapke office mein aise nahi jaa sakti aur ye mujhse bekar hi behas kar rahi hai…
Supriya ne principal sir ki aur dekhte hue kaha - Sir mujhe bas aapke 5 minute chahiye…
Principal ka chhehra kafi serious tha - Kis kaam ke liye…
Pranav - Sir koi kaam waam nahi hai… late admission case hai… aur seat bhi toh full hai… maine mana kar diya hai...
Principal ne Supriya ki taraf dekhte hue narmi se kaha - Dekhiye... college ka session shuru ho chuka hai... aap agle saal admission ka form bhar sakti hai…
Par Supriya haar maane ke mood mein nahi thi - Sir please aap ek baar iski marksheet toh dekhiye… bohot hi medhaavi ladki hai… badi mushkil se iske Abbu ko manaya hai, agar is saal iska admission nahi hua toh fir shayad ye kabhi college na jaa paaye…
Principal ne dono ki aur dekha. Hina ki shakal toh rone wali ho gayi thi, aur gusse aur jhunjhulat mein Supriya ke gaal tamatar ki tarah laal ho chuke they. Usne situation ko samajhte hue kaha - Theek hai aap aaiye mere office mein…
Pranav peeche se bola - Par sir…
Principal - Pranav koi nahi… mujhe handle karne do…
Supriya ne andar jaate hue peeche mud kar Pranav ko ghoor kar dekha. Is aadmi ki wajah se itna tamasha ho gaya tha aaj.
Andar pahuch kar principal ne Supriya aur Hina ko baithne ke liye kaha. Supriya ne baithte hi principal ko Hina ki marksheet di aur principal use dekhte hue Hina se kuch sawaal karne laga. Supriya ne halke se Hina ki peeth par haath rakh kar use hausla diya aur fir dheere dheere Hina ki aawaz bahar nikalne lagi.
Kuch der sawal jawab ke baad Principal ke chhehre par ek muskaan aa gayi thi - Very good… aap toh bohot hi hoshiyaar ladki hai... shayad scholarship layak bhi… aap itna kyu ghabra rahi thi…
Hina - Bas woh bahar jo kuch hua usse…
Principal ne Supriya ki aur dekhte hue kaha - Par aapki behen…. ya dost… woh fight kar rahi thi na aapke liye…
Hina - Jee…
Hina shayad unhe tokna nahi chahti thi ki Supriya darasal uski chachi thi.
Principal - Waise toh main beech session mein late admission nahi leta hu, aur class bhi poori bhari hui hai… par aapki pariwarik stithti ko samajhte hue main aapka admission manjoor kar deta hu…
Supriya aur Hina dono hi ekdam se bohot khush ho gayi - Thank you Sir!! Bohot bohot shukriya...
Principal - No problem... mujhe yakin hai ki aap hamare college ki shaan badayengi...
Hina ke chhehre ki muskurahat bohot jyada bad gayi thi.
Principal ne fir Supriya ki aur dekha - Aur aap Miss… aapko admission nahi chahiye…
Supriya muskurate hue boli - Nahi Sir… main shayad lagti chhoti hu par maine toh kabka college passout kar liya tha…
Principal haste hue - Woh toh maine aapke bolne ke andaaz se hi samajh gaya tha. Aap kafi padi likhi lagti hai… kafi confidence bhi hai aap mein...
Apni tareef se Supriya ke gaal sharam se laal ho rahe they, use apni padai ke baare mein jaise sab yaad aane laga - Thank you sir... haan meine B.Com kiya hua hai... aur CA bhi aadha paas kiya hua hai...
Principal - Very good... Aapne kabhi padane ke baare mein socha hai?
Supriya sochte hue boli - Nahi sir.... socha toh nahi... par kyu?
Principal - Aap jaisi confident educated young lady yahan ke students ke liye kafi achi role model ban sakti hain… waise bhi hume yahan Amroha mein ache shikshako ki hamesha kami hi rehti hai... aap agar yahan assistant teacher banna chahe toh main is baare mein soch sakta hu…
Supriya unki baat sunkar ek pal ke liye excited si ho gayi par use shayad apni filhaal ki jindagi ki haqeeqat pata thi - Shayad abhi toh nahi... par main sochungi is baare mein… aapka bohot bohot dhanyavaad ki aapne mujhe is layak samjha...
Principal muskurata hua boli- Main bhi ek teacher hu… ek ache student ko bohot jaldi pehchaan leta hu… anyway aap soch kar mujhe kabhi bhi bata sakti hai… aap ye note Pranav ko de de… aur admission ka baaki sab kaam woh sambhal lega…
Pranav ka naam sunkar Supriya hichkichate hue boli - Sir… Pranav… koi aur nahi kar sakta kya ye kaam?
Principal - Pranav se koi problem? Acha bahar jo hua... woh toh bas apna kaam hi kar raha tha na… thoda ajeeb hai, par waise bohot hi acha ladka hai. Uski aadat hai rules ko ekdam ache se follow karne ki… anushashan bhi toh jaroori hota hai na…
Supriya ne halke se sir hilaya - Jee…
Hina aur Supriya principal sir ko fir se thank you bol kar kamre se bahar nikal gaye. Abhi toh unhe ek baar fir us Pranav ka saamna karna tha. Supriya apna mann maarte hue fir se uske office ki taraf gayi.
Wahan pahuchne tak Supriya ke chhehre ki muskaan gayab ho gayi thi. Pranav ne bhi unhe aate dekh apna muh doosri aur kar liya tha.
Supriya ne paas aakar rookhi aawaz mein kaha - Suniye… ye principal sir ne aapke liye diya hai…
Pranav ne unke haath se kagaz liya aur use padne laga. Jo kuch likha tha shayad use acha toh nahi laga tha par woh bhi shayad vivash tha ab. Usne ek form nikaal kar Supriya ke saamne kiya - Ye form bhar dijiye... aur hazar rupay admission fee bhar dijiye...
Fee sunkar Hina ek dam se bol padi - Hazar rupay!!!
Supriya ne use chup karaya - Shhhh... tu kyu pareshaan hoti hai... main dekh lungi na...
Supriya ne form bharna shuru kiya. Usne kal hi college ki website par saari fee waigera dekh li thi aur Iqbal se kuch paise apne paas rakh liye they. Pata nahi Iqbal paiso ka intezaam kahan se karta tha, par ab tak usne Supriya ko ek baar bhi kisi cheez ke liye na nahi kiya tha. Un dono ne Rubina aur Abbas ko college ke paiso ke baare mein batana sahi nahi samjha, kahin woh paiso ka naam sunkar uski padai na rok de.
Supriya ne jaldi se form bhar karke Pranav ke aur sarkaya aur saath hi admission fee ke paise bhi. Is beech Hina ke phone par Iqbal ka phone call aane laga toh woh office se bahar ho kar Iqbal se baat karne lag gayi. Supriya bas chhup chaap counter ke saamne gusse mein haath par haath rakh kar khadi thi.
Pranav bhi chup chaap form check kar raha tha. Usne thodi der baad kaha - Documents dijiye...
Supriya ne documents uske aage bada diye.
Pranav ne uski aur dekha - Photocopy?
Supriya - Wahan gaanv mein koi photocopy machine nahi hai... woh aapke peeche machine hai na... aap nikal lo usme photocopy...
Pranav bolne ko hi hua tha ki ye rules ke khilaaf hai par use upar Supriya ka tamtamaya hua sa chhehra dikhayi diya. Use ye job karte hue abhi ek saal hi hua tha, par woh apna kaam poori nishtha se karta tha. Par ab agar woh is aurat ko bahar jaakar photocopy karwane ke liye bologe toh kahin woh fir se tamasha na bana de.
Usne gehri saans li aur photocopy machine ke paas jakar documents ki copy banane laga. Use ye karte dekh Supriya ke chhehre ki shikan thodi kam hui thi, use laga nahi tha ki ye itni aasani se is kaam ke liye maan jayega.
Use apne college ke din yaad aa gaye jahan college ke office ke log students ko is kaam ke liye bahar daudate they. Tab uske dost uski mohakta ko aage karke un logo se kaam nikalwate they. Tab kitni buddhu thi na woh, shayad bilkul Hina ki tarah.
Photocopy karne ke baad Pranav wapas apni seat par aakar baith gaya. Supriya abhi bhi chhup khadi thi, aur bareeki se Pranav ko kaam karta dekh rahi thi.
Pranav ne chhupi ko todte hue achanak se kaha - Aap sach mein Hina ki chachi ho?
Supriya uska sawaal sun kar chhaunk gayi - Kya???
Pranav ne office ke bahar phone par baat kar rahi Hina ki taraf ishaara kiya - Woh ladki, Hina hi naam bhara hai na uska aapne form par, aap uski chachi ho? Woh aapko chachi bula rahi thi na...
Supriya ki tyyori chhadd gayi - Aapko kya lena dena usse?
Pranav neeche dekhte hue dheere se haste hue badbadaya - Kuch nahi.... bas pehli baar baal vivah ka case dekh raha hoon shayad... ya aapki twacha se aapki umar ka pata nahi chalta...
Uski baat sunkar Supriya ke andar gussa fir se bad gaya, iski itni himmat, pata nahi ye aise kaise bol sakta tha. Abhi jakar principal se iski complaint karti hoon.
Par tabhi Pranav ne form ka ek tukda stamp karke use wapas diya - Ye lijiye ho gaya Hina ji ka admission... Bcom mein.... ye kitabo ki list hai jo course mein hai. Yahan se thodi door hi ek purani kitabo ki dukan hai, main uska address likh deta hoon... aap wahan se le le...
Supriya bhadakte hue boli - Aapko lagta hai hum log nayi kitaabe nahi khareed sakte?
Pranav ne hairaan hote hue upar dekha - Maine aisa kab kaha... par agar purani kitaabe sasti mil jayengi toh woh nahi leni chahiye... main toh wohi hi khareedta... aap har baat mein ladna kyu chahti hai...
Supriya ne uske haath se form aur kitaabo ki list kheechi aur sir jhatakte hue office se bahar nikal gayi. Woh is aadmi se aur behas nahi kar sakti thi.
Supriya ne Hina ki aur dekha, jaise pooch rahi ho ki aur kitni phone par baat karegi. Hina ne jaldi se phone call cut kiya.
Supriya - Kisse baat kar rahi thi?
Hina - Pehle Chachu se, fir Ammi se, aur fir Naaz se...
Supriya apna sir hilate hue chalti rahi, kya kare woh is ladki ka. Ab use Rubina ki jhunjhulahat samajh aa rahi thi. Woh dono chalte chalte bahar ki aur aa gaye. Iqbal wahin motorcycle ke paas khada tha. Un dono ko aata dekh uske chhehre par ek muskurahat aa gayi.
Hina bhi khush hoti hui apne chachu ke paas pahuchi - Chachu.... ho gaya mera admission... maine aapko bataya na phone par... Chachi ne kaise us aadmi ko hadka diya tha, aur fir principal se baat karke admission karwa diya.
Iqbal muskurata hua bola - Haan... tune phone par sab bata toh diya tha... par fir bata de...
Hina fir se poori kahani sunane lag gayi aur Supriya wahan khadi has rahi thi. Iqbal use haste hue uski aur dekh raha tha, aur Supriya ne apna chhehra use chhupane ke liye doosri side kar diya. Kya kamaal lag rahi thi uski madamji.
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Kuch der baad Supriya ne Hina ki baat beech mein rokte hue kaha - Chalo abhi ye kitabe bhi leni hai... fir ghar bhi chalna hai... tumhare Chachu ko kaam par bhi toh jaana hai...
Pata nahi kyu woh Iqbal ka naam bhi le paa rahi thi Hina ke saamne.
Iqbal - Jee... bataiye kahan chalna hai kitabe lene...
Supriya ne Pranav ka diya hua kagaz khola. Kitabo ki ek lambi list thi, har kitaab kam se kam 300-400 rupay ki toh padegi. Bohot saare paise kharch ho jayenge. Side mein hi ek address likha hua tha, shayad us second hand kitaabo ki dukaan ka.
Supriya ne kuch pal socha aur fir woh address Iqbal ke saamne kar diya - Yahan jaana hai hume...
Iqbal - Haan chaliye na... main raasta pooch leta hoon kise se...
Supriya ne Hina ki aur dekha - Is baar main beech mein nahi baithne wali...
Hina ne Supriya ko mazak mein halki si takkar di - Kyu? Aate waqt toh bade itminaan se sote hue aayi thi aap... fir se wohi maza le lo na...
Supriya ne Hina ka kaan pakad liya - Badi zubaan khul rahi hai aaj tumhari... main toh sabse aage bhi baith kar is bike ko chali sakti hu..
Hina - Ahhh... haan toh sahi hai na... fir chachu ko aapke peeche hi bithayungi... kya pata aapko aur bhi acha lage...
Supriya ke gaal sharam se buri tarah laal ho gaye they. Aaj shayad khushi ke maare woh kuch jyada hi bol rahi thi. Ya fir apni Ammi se shayad bahut kuch seekh gayi thi ye ladki.
Is beech Iqbal bike par baith kar use shuru kar chuka tha. Supriya jaldi se uske peeche baithi aur Hina Supriya ke. Hina ne apna ek haath Supriya ke haath par rakha. Iqbal raasta poochte poochte paas hi ki us dukaan tak pahucha. Abhi shayad thodi der pehle hi dukaan khuli thi aur koi bhi grahak nahi tha.
Wahan kafi kitaabe toh ek dher mein hi bahar footpath par rakhi hui thi. Supriya aur Hina aaram se baith kar kitaabe chhatne lage. Kuch kitaabe bahar mil gayi aur kuch andar. Aakhir mein ek kitaab chhod kar baaki sab mil hi gayi
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Dukaandar ne jab kitabo ka total kiya toh pore 1100 ka total tha. Iqbal apni jeb se paise nikaal gin raha tha. Hina toh abhi bhi kitaabe dekhne mein hi vyast thi, par Supriya ki nazre Iqbal par tiki thi. Woh kis tarah se ek ek note ko gin raha tha, shayad poore 1100 toh nahi ban rahe they.
Iqbal Supriya se dheere se bola - Madamji mere paas toh abhi sirf hazar rupay hi hai... koi kitaab chhod de kya... baad mein aakar le jayenge...
Apni purani jindagi mein Supriya ko is tarah se paiso ki tangi ka andaaza bhi nahi tha. Bachpan se usne toh jis cheez par haath rakha tha use uske maa baap ne dilaya tha, aur Atul se shaadi ke baad bhi kuch khareedne se pehle socha nahi.
Supriya ne socha ki shayad use yahan aapna mohakta aur madhur aawaz ka istemaal karna pade - Aap mujhe paise do, main baat karti hu...
Supriya bill lekar dukandaar ki aur gayi - Uncle... uncle... suniye...
Uncle - Jee beta... boliye...
Supriya ne apni aawaz ko ekdam naram banaya - Uncle... aap please ye 1100 ki books aap 800 mein final kar dijiye na...
Uncle - Nahi betaji... itna margin nahi hota... hum toh waise bhi saste mein hi bech rahe hai...
Supriya ne apni badi badi aankhon se uncle ki aur pyaar se dekha - Please uncle... thoda toh adjust kijiye na... waise bhi abhi toh college ka session bhi shuru ho chuka hai toh itne bachhe nahi aate honge...
Uncle ka dil paseej raha tha - Aree beti... chkkkk... chalo aap itna bol rahe ho toh theek hai 1000 de do..
Supriya abhi bhi mol bhav kar rahi thi - 950 mein done karte hai na... abhi toh first year ki books hai... baaki saalo ki bhi aapki hi dukaan se leni hai na...
Uncle ne muh banate hue hai - Aap bhi na bohot ziddi ho... chaliye theek hai boni ka time hai... aap 950 de do...
Supriya ke chhehre par ek badi si muskaan aa gayi - Thank you uncle ji!!!
Uncle ne kitabe ek polythin ki bag mein daali aur woh use lekar bahar aa gayi. Usne wapas 50 rupay ka note Iqbal ke haath mein thamaya - Ye lijiye...
Iqbal ye dekh kar hairaan sa ho gaya - Aree ye kaise kar diya madamji aapne...
Supriya muskurate hue boli - Bas... ladkiyon ka kamal hota hai... aap nahi samjhenge...
Iqbal - Ye baat toh sach hai aapki... main nahi samjhunga...
Supriya ek dam chhup ho gayi aur woh aur Iqbal ek doosre ke paas hi khade they. Unhe shayad samajh nahi aa raha tha woh ek doosre se kya bole. Tabhi Hina bhi dukaan se bahar aa gayi.
Hina - Woh ek kitaab nahi mili....
Supriya - Mil jayegi... itna pareshaan kyu ho rahi hai...
Hina - Hmmm... aree woh dekho wahan... samose jalebi.... aur woh bhi abhi abhi tal ke nikaale hai... Chachu woh khaate hai na...
Isse pehle Iqbal kuch bolta, Supriya bol padi - Nahi nahi... bahar ka khaana nahi... ghar chalkar khayenge...
Hina ne udaas hote hue Iqbal ki aur dekha - Roz roz toh nahi aate na yahan... aur fir kal se toh bas ghar se college aur college se ghar hi hoga na... aap dono bhi saath hai aaj...
Iqbal haste hue bola - Chal... khilata hoon...
Supriya ne bolne ki koshish kari - Par....
Par Iqbal ne use chhup kara diya - Aap pareshaan na ho... aaiye na...
Woh teeno saamne ki dukaan ki chal diye. Iqbal ne jaldi se 2 plate samose aur jalebi ka order de diya, aur jald hi woh unhe mil bhi gaya. Hina plate utha kar jaldi se samosa khaane lagi.
Hina - Bohot garam hai... bilkul aapki tarah Chachi...
Supriya muskurayi, iski shararat toh khatam hi nahi ho rahi thi aaj. Iqbal ne doosri plate Supriya ko pakda toh di thi par woh khaa nahi rahi thi. Iqbal ne un dono ke liye toh khaana le liya tha par apne liye nahi.
Iqbal ne halke se kaha - Khaiye na... ruki hui kyu hai...
Supriya hichkichate hue boli - Aap bhi khaa lijiye na... isi plate mein...
Iqbal ne haath se na ka ishaara karte hue kaha - Nahi nahi... aap khaiye... mujhe bhook nahi...
Hina - Khaa lijiye na Chachu.... ek plate mein khaane se pyaar badta hai...
Supriya ne apne ungliyon se samose ko do hisse mein toda aur ek hissa Iqbal ki aur bada diya - Lijiye...
Iqbal ne Supriya ki aur dekhte hue samose ko pakad liya, aur plate mein rakhi chatni se samose ko lagate hue khaane laga. Supriya bhi usi chatni mein apna samosa laga rahi thi. Waise toh kuch bhi nahi tha isme, par kitna ajeeb sa lag raha tha.
Kuch der baad teeno aise hi jalebi bhi khaane lage. Iqbal dheere dheere aur bhi sahaj ho kar unke saath aaram se khaa raha tha. Na jaane kyu Supriya sochne lagi ki shayad kabhi usne is tarah se Atul ke saath bahar ek hi plate mein kabhi nahi khaaya tha. Atul ko is tarah sadak par khade ho kar khaana bhi acha nahi lagta tha. Usne turant hi in khayalo ko apne dimaag se nikaala, pata nahi woh kya kya sochne lag jaati thi.
Khaane ke baad, Supriya plate faikne thoda andar ki aur gayi, aur tabhi uski nazar wahan dukaan ke andar ek guchhe mein tang rahi ankhbaar ki katrone par padi. Shayad unme chota mota samaan parosa jaata tha. Par is akhbaar ki katran par uski photo kyu nazar aa rahi thi?
Supriya ne jaldi se us kagaz ke tukde ko gucche se toda aur apne haath mein daba liya. Bahar aate hue usne jaldi se kagaz par ek jhalak maari.
Is berang akhbar mein kisi ne uske gumshuda hone ka ad daala tha. Ye uski passport size photo thi, shayad jo usne ek baar Lucknow mein khichwayi thi. Photo ke neeche likha tha - sampark kare - Atul Sharma - aur uske neeche Lucknow, Gwalior aur Jhansi teeno gharo ka pata tha, saath hi uska phone number bhi tha.
Iqbal ko paas aata dekh, Supriya ne fir se kagaz ko apni mutthi mein daba liya. Supriya ka dil tez tez dhadak raha tha. Pata nahi ye kitne pehle ka akhbaar tha? Kya Atul use sach mein dhoond raha tha???
Supriya Hina aur Iqbal ke beech mein pichi hui baithi thi. Peeche se Hina ne uski kamar par haath rakha hua tha aur aage se uski chhaati Iqbal ki peeth ko chhoo rahi thi. Abhi toh woh gaanv se bahar bhi nahi nikle they aur raaste mein itne jhatke lag chuke they ki Supriya ki choochiyan Iqbal se takrate takrate dard karne lagi thi. Shayad uska maansik samay door nahi tha, us samay par uske boobs kuch jyada hi sensitive ho jaate they.
Iqbal apni purani motorcycle ke sheeshe se chori chhupe Supriya ko nihaar raha tha. Itni sundar jo lag rahi thi aaj uski madamji. Lucknow mein ek do baar pehle bhi woh uske saath bike par baithi thi, par us samay woh itne nazdeek nahi they. Na hi faasle mein aur na hi rishte mein. Par ab toh woh dono ek doosre ke behad nazdeek aa chuke they.
Kaash is waqt Hina uske saath na hoti toh woh itne farrate se is bike ko kahin akele mein dauda leta. Nahi nahi, akele mein kyu, woh kyu aisa soch raha tha. Jab bhi Supriya ka jism uske jism se chhoota, toh pata nahi use kya hi ho jaata tha. Unke khule silky baal bike ki gati se hawa mein lehra rahe they aur unka pyaare sa chhehra aaj toh kuch alag hi chamak raha tha. Unke baare mein sochte hi uska dil zor se dhadakne laga tha.
Doosri taraf Supriya itne dino baad ghar se bahar nikli thi, balki Iqbal se uski shaadi ke baad pehli baar hi woh bahar nikli thi. Iqbal se shaadi ke baad pehli baar… abhi abhi mein kitni aasani se usne ye soch liya jaise isme kuch atpata hi na ho. Iqbal aur uski shaadi... jo ab tak bas naam ki hi thi. Woh usi masjid ke saamne se ho kar nikle jahan use us gadhe ka lund pakadna pada tha… chee chee... woh sochte hi Supriya tharthara uthi.
Gaanv ki galiyon se nikalte hue har mod par log Iqbal aur un dono ko ghoor rahe they. Kuch toh dua salam bhi kar rahe they, aur Iqbal wapas unhe salam kar deta.
Jaise hi bike gaanv ke bazar se hokar nikli, Supriya ne dekha ki jis aadmi ki dukaan se Rubina ne use bra panty dilayi thi woh aadmi apni dukaan ka shutter khol raha tha. Kya naam tha uska… Junaid… haan shayad Junaid hi toh tha. Woh sadak par saamne hi khada tha aur Iqbal ne bike ki speed dheere kar di.
Junaid - Salam Iqbal chachu… kahan chal di sawari subah subah…
Iqbal - Walekum… bas kisi kaam se jaa raha tha…
Junaid ne muskurate hue Hina ki taraf dekha - Acha... is pagli ka admission karane…
Hina chhidte hue boli - Tumhe kaise pata… Naaz ne bataya?
Iqbal ne Hina ko tokte hue kaha - Woh tumse bada hai na Hina… aap karke bolo use…
Hina ne apni naak sikodi - Itna bhi bada nahi hai…
Junaid haste hue - Areee koi nahi… bol le jo bolna hai… haan teri dost ke pet mein koi baat kahan pachti hai…
Hina ne sir jhatak kar bola - Acha kaam karne jaa rahe hai, tabhi tum kale billote ki tarah rasta kaatne aa gaye...
Junaid ne uski baat ko hasi mein taal diya, aur fir Supriya ki taraf dekh kar muskuraya - Aadab chachi jaan… kaise hai aap... pehchana... main aapke bhatije jaise hi hoon...
Supriya ne halke se aadab ka ishaara kiya - Main theek hoon... aap kaise hai...
Junaid - Badiya... aapki shaadi mein dekha tha aapko... aur ab dekh raha hoon… aap ghar se bahar hi nahi nikalti shayad...
Supriya - Haan woh.... bas ghar mein bohot kaam hote hai...
Junaid - Haan woh toh hai... aapko dekh kar koi keh nahi sakta ki shaadi ka rang aap par chhada na ho… befizool hi gaanv mein afwhaein udti rehti hai...
Supriya ko uski baat samajh nahi aayi, pata nahi woh kaun si afwahon ki baat kar raha tha. Usne Iqbal ki aur dekha, jiske chhehre par Junaid ki baaton se badti chidd dikh rahi thi.
Junaid ko bhi woh dikh gaya tha - Agar meri baat buri lagi ho toh apna bhatija maan kar gustakhi maaf karna...
Iqbal - Chal Junaid… hume abhi chalna chahiye… deri ho jayegi...
Junaid ne unhe fir se muskurate hue salaam kiya aur Iqbal apni bike wahan se chalate hue aage nikal gaya. Hina apna muh Supriya ke kaan ke paas late hue boli - Chachi… ye Junaid mujhe bilkul bhi acha nahi lagta… pata nahi kya kya bolta rehta hai...
Tez bike par Supriya ko Hina ki aawaz saaf toh sunayi nahi de rahi thi, par woh samajh gayi thi woh Junaid ke baare mein kuch bol rahi thi.
Motorcycle chalte chalte gaanv se thoda bahar ki aur aa gayi thi. October ka mahina chal raha tha toh hawa mein thoda si thandak hone lagi thi. Supriya ke haath ke baal thand se kaanpte hue khade ho rahe they. Hina ne fir se use peeche se thoda sa aage dhakela, woh Supriya se bilkul chipki padi thi, aur Supriya aage Iqbal se. Supriya ki jaanghe thodi si aur chhaudi hote hue Iqbal ki pant se chipak gayi. Na jaane kyu is tarah thand mein kisi se chipke rehne mein ek ajeeb si rahat mil rahi thi.
Kuch der baad, thand mein bhi Supriya ko paseene aane shuru ho gaye they. Abhi toh shayad 40-45 minute ka aur raasta bacha tha. Usne ghar par bina soche samjhe bol toh diya tha ki Iqbal Hina ko roz wahan chhod denge aur le bhi aayenge, par ab use samajh aa raha tha ki Iqbal ko kitni door Hina ko roz laana lejana padega. Pata nahi Iqbal ye sab roz kaise karenge, aur abhi toh thand aur badegi hi.
Ab road thodi si behtar hone lagi thi, par Supriya fir bhi Iqbal se chipki hui thi. Uske haath Iqbal ke kandho ko kas ke pakde hue they, aur ab toh jaane anjaane uski gardan par lipat hi gaye they. Supriya ne apna sir bhi Iqbal ki peeth par tika diya tha. Iqbal ko bhi apni madamji ke iss tarah baithne se bada maza aa raha tha. Ek alag hi garmahat aur sukoon sa mil raha tha peeche se, jaise uski poori duniya uske saath ho.
Raaste bhar mein aisa kuch khaas dekhne ke liye nahi tha, bas woh log shayad dheere dheere Amroha ke nazdeek pahuch rahe they. Kuch time baad, Supriya ne apni aankhein halki si band karli, aur use ek chhoti si jhapki aa gayi. Wahan pahuch kar jab Hina ne use halke se hilaya toh uski aankh khuli. Supriya ne apna sir Iqbal ki peeth se hataya jo abhi bhi aaram se bike rok kar khada tha.
Supriya hadbadate hue boli - Kya hua… hum pahuch gaye kya?
Hina haste hue - Chachi lagta hai aapko Chachu ki peeth par sir rakh kar badi achi neend aayi hai… raat ko bhi aise hi soti ho kya?
Supriya ne uske haath par halke se maara - Chal badmash ladki… kuch bhi bolti hai… tera admission karane aayi hu na… jyada boli toh aise hi wapas chali jayungi.
Hina ne jaldi se apne kaan pakad liye - Aree baba majak tha na… sorry sorry….
Supriya - Hmmmm … ye hui na baat…
Woh dono bike se utre aur Iqbal ne bike to college ke bahar side mein laga diya. Supriya idhar udhar dekhne lagi, bahut bada college toh nahi tha, par kisi bade purane college jaisa lag raha tha. Use ye jagah dekh kar apne Jhansi ke college ki yaad aa gayi.
Bahar ek bada sa lohe ka gate tha jiske aas paas kafi saari ladkiyaan khadi thi aur aas paas kafi chehal pehal si thi. Ladkiyon ka college hone ki wajah se kafi ladke bhi aas paas mandra se rahe they.
Iqbal ne bhi bike laga kar idhar udhar ka muyana kiya. Bahar ladko ko ladkiyaan tadte dekh use acha toh nahi laga tha par filhaal woh Supriya aur Hina ke aage kuch bolna nahi chahta tha.
Supriya - Chaliye Iqbal jee… andar chalte hai…
Iqbal jee bolte hi fir se Supriya ke mann mein ek ajeeb si bijli si daudi. Use apne mann ke upar sanyam ki dori baandhe rakhna seekhna padega shayad.
Iqbal - Madam… mera matlab Supriya… tum log jayo na andar… main kya karunga andar aakar…
Hina ke saamne shayad usne baat sambhal li thi, pata nahi Hina ne use madam bolte suna ya nahi. Aur suna toh pata nahi woh kya soch rahi hogi.
Supriya - Aap bhi admission ke kaam mein madad karenge… aur kya?
Iqbal - Ab main aap jitna pada likha toh hoon nahi toh kya hi madad karunga andar jakar… waise bhi ladkiyon ka college hai, mujhe thoda ajeeb bhi lagega andar jaana…
Supriya ne Iqbal ki aur dekha, jo aadmi kisi se bhi ladne se nahi darta tha, woh ladkiyon ke college mein jaane ke naam se buri tarah ghabraya hua tha.
Iqbal - Hum sabko aap par bharosa hai… aap ache se baat kar loge… aap jayo ise lekar.. itne main yahan bahar ka haal chaal pata karta hoon…
Supriya ne halke se haan mein sir hilaya aur Hina ko saath lekar andar ki aur chal di. Uske mann mein bhi thodi ghabrahat thi par woh Hina ke saamne kamzor nahi padna chahti thi.
Hina ne raaste mein kaha - Chachi... ek baat bolu... mujhe bada acha lagta hai ki Chachu aapko itni pyaar se aap aap karke bolte hai...
Supriya ne halke se kaha - Acha...
Hina - Haan... maine gaanv mein kisi ke shauhar ko aise bolte nahi suna... kaash mera shauhar bhi mujhe aise hi pyaar aur izzat se aap karke bulaye...
Supriya ne uske sir par halka sa haath maara - Pehle jo yahan karne aayi hai woh toh kar le... ya abhi ghar chal kar pehle tere liye waise shauhar dhoonde...
Hina muskurati hui chup ho gayi.
Andar aakar unhone kuch ladkiyon se admission office ka raasta poocha. Waise toh bahar se hi ek khidki thi par woh filhaal band thi. Woh dono college ke andar ke raaste se office mein pahuche. Andar jyada log nahi they, 2-3 mahilayen aur ek naujawan sa aadmi.
Supriya un aurato mein se ek ke counter ke paas pahuchi aur apna gala saaf karte hue uska dhyan apni aur kheechne ki koshish karne lagi - Uhnmmm… madam…
Par woh aurat saamne khadi Supriya par koi dhyan nahi de rahi thi.
Supriya ne fir se use aawaz di, is baar thoda aur tez - Madam suniye zara…
Aurat - Bolo… kya kaam hai… tum dono ko abhi class mein nahi hona chahiye…
Supriya ko acha bhi laga ki us aurat ko lag raha tha ki woh bhi ek student hi hai par saath hi ajeeb sa bhi - Nahi madam woh… admission ke baare mein baat karni hai…
Aurat - Pranav se jaa kar baat karo…
Supriya - Pranav kaun?
Aurat ne tirchi aakhon se Supriya ki aur dekha - Is kamre mein ham mein se Pranav kaun ho sakta hai?
Supriya ne kamre ke entrance ke paas baithi us naujawan aadmi ki taraf dekha. Shayad wo hi Pranav tha. Par ye aurat saaf saaf bhi toh bol sakti thi.
Supriya wapas us counter ki taraf chal padi aur Hina uske theek peeche peeche. Supriya ne wahan pahuch kar kuch bolna hi chaha tha ki woh aadmi bol pada.
Pranav - Admission ka samay nikal chuka hai… ab nahi ho sakta admission…
Supriya ne kheejte hue kaha - Par humne toh abhi kuch bola bhi nahi aapse…
Pranav - Aap wohi hai na jisne 2 din pehle phone kiya tha aur dher saare sawal pooch rahi thi… abhi aapko wahan Sarla ma’am se bhi admission ke baare mein poochte suna.
Supriya - Haan par aapne toh kaha tha na ki aakar baat kar lo…
Pranav - Maine aisa nahi kaha tha, maine ye kaha tha ki phone par admission nahi hota… aur admission ka time nikal chuka hai…
Is aadmi ki baat sunkar Supriya ki kheej badti jaa rahi thi - Par aapne mana bhi toh nahi kiya tha phone par…
Pranav - Aapne sahi se suni ho meri baat tab toh yaad hogi na aapko…
Hina ne halke se Supriya ka haath kheecha. Supriya ne uski shakal ki aur dekha toh kafi mayoos si lag rahi thi, jaise abhi rone lagegi. Uski shakal dekh Supriya mein jaise ladne ki himmat si aa gayi.
Supriya - Aap iski 12th ki marksheet toh dekho… bohot hi honhaar ladki hai…
Pranav - Woh sab theek hai par college session shuru hue ek mahina hone ko aaya hai… ab aise beech mein kaise admission kar de…
Supriya ko lagne laga tha ki ye aadmi unki madad nahi karne wala tha - Mujhe aapke college ke principal se milna hai… unka office kahan hai..
Pranav - Aap unse nahi mil sakti… aapko uske liye appointment chahiye hogi…
Supriya gusse mein kaapne lagi thi - Hum log itni door se aaye hai.. unse mil kar hi jayenge…
Supriya ko ekdam yaad aaya ki is office ke raaste mein hi shayad unka office bhi pada tha. Woh Hina ko kheechte hue bahar ki taraf jaldi se le chali.
Hina ki bikhri hui si aawaz bahar aayi - Chaachhhiiii… ab kya karenge… ye toh mana kar rahe hai…
Supriya ne gusse mein kaha - Abhi ruk na… sab theek ho jayega..
Usne bol toh diya tha par use nahi pata tha ki sab theek hoga ki nahi. Woh jaldi se principal ke office ki taraf badi aur usne dekha ki Pranav bhi uske jaldi se uske peeche peeche aa raha tha.
Supriya ne wahan pahuchte hi darwaze par halke se knock kiya aur darwaza khol diya. Unki kismat achi thi ki Principal sir wahin andar hi baithe they.
Pranav jaldi se peeche se aaya aur zor se bola - Aap aise andar nahi jaa sakti… maine bola na aapko…
Supriya ne use gusse mein ghoora - Mujhe bas paanch minute chahiye… itna samay toh woh nikaal hi sakte hain na…
Un dono ke beech behas shuru ho gayi thi aur unke aas paas log ikkahatta hone shuru ho gaye they. Ye dekh kar Principal bhi khada ho kar bahar ki aur aa gaya.
Principal - Pranav ye sab kya chal raha hai…
Pranav - Sir… main inhe kabse samjha raha hoon ki woh aapke office mein aise nahi jaa sakti aur ye mujhse bekar hi behas kar rahi hai…
Supriya ne principal sir ki aur dekhte hue kaha - Sir mujhe bas aapke 5 minute chahiye…
Principal ka chhehra kafi serious tha - Kis kaam ke liye…
Pranav - Sir koi kaam waam nahi hai… late admission case hai… aur seat bhi toh full hai… maine mana kar diya hai...
Principal ne Supriya ki taraf dekhte hue narmi se kaha - Dekhiye... college ka session shuru ho chuka hai... aap agle saal admission ka form bhar sakti hai…
Par Supriya haar maane ke mood mein nahi thi - Sir please aap ek baar iski marksheet toh dekhiye… bohot hi medhaavi ladki hai… badi mushkil se iske Abbu ko manaya hai, agar is saal iska admission nahi hua toh fir shayad ye kabhi college na jaa paaye…
Principal ne dono ki aur dekha. Hina ki shakal toh rone wali ho gayi thi, aur gusse aur jhunjhulat mein Supriya ke gaal tamatar ki tarah laal ho chuke they. Usne situation ko samajhte hue kaha - Theek hai aap aaiye mere office mein…
Pranav peeche se bola - Par sir…
Principal - Pranav koi nahi… mujhe handle karne do…
Supriya ne andar jaate hue peeche mud kar Pranav ko ghoor kar dekha. Is aadmi ki wajah se itna tamasha ho gaya tha aaj.
Andar pahuch kar principal ne Supriya aur Hina ko baithne ke liye kaha. Supriya ne baithte hi principal ko Hina ki marksheet di aur principal use dekhte hue Hina se kuch sawaal karne laga. Supriya ne halke se Hina ki peeth par haath rakh kar use hausla diya aur fir dheere dheere Hina ki aawaz bahar nikalne lagi.
Kuch der sawal jawab ke baad Principal ke chhehre par ek muskaan aa gayi thi - Very good… aap toh bohot hi hoshiyaar ladki hai... shayad scholarship layak bhi… aap itna kyu ghabra rahi thi…
Hina - Bas woh bahar jo kuch hua usse…
Principal ne Supriya ki aur dekhte hue kaha - Par aapki behen…. ya dost… woh fight kar rahi thi na aapke liye…
Hina - Jee…
Hina shayad unhe tokna nahi chahti thi ki Supriya darasal uski chachi thi.
Principal - Waise toh main beech session mein late admission nahi leta hu, aur class bhi poori bhari hui hai… par aapki pariwarik stithti ko samajhte hue main aapka admission manjoor kar deta hu…
Supriya aur Hina dono hi ekdam se bohot khush ho gayi - Thank you Sir!! Bohot bohot shukriya...
Principal - No problem... mujhe yakin hai ki aap hamare college ki shaan badayengi...
Hina ke chhehre ki muskurahat bohot jyada bad gayi thi.
Principal ne fir Supriya ki aur dekha - Aur aap Miss… aapko admission nahi chahiye…
Supriya muskurate hue boli - Nahi Sir… main shayad lagti chhoti hu par maine toh kabka college passout kar liya tha…
Principal haste hue - Woh toh maine aapke bolne ke andaaz se hi samajh gaya tha. Aap kafi padi likhi lagti hai… kafi confidence bhi hai aap mein...
Apni tareef se Supriya ke gaal sharam se laal ho rahe they, use apni padai ke baare mein jaise sab yaad aane laga - Thank you sir... haan meine B.Com kiya hua hai... aur CA bhi aadha paas kiya hua hai...
Principal - Very good... Aapne kabhi padane ke baare mein socha hai?
Supriya sochte hue boli - Nahi sir.... socha toh nahi... par kyu?
Principal - Aap jaisi confident educated young lady yahan ke students ke liye kafi achi role model ban sakti hain… waise bhi hume yahan Amroha mein ache shikshako ki hamesha kami hi rehti hai... aap agar yahan assistant teacher banna chahe toh main is baare mein soch sakta hu…
Supriya unki baat sunkar ek pal ke liye excited si ho gayi par use shayad apni filhaal ki jindagi ki haqeeqat pata thi - Shayad abhi toh nahi... par main sochungi is baare mein… aapka bohot bohot dhanyavaad ki aapne mujhe is layak samjha...
Principal muskurata hua boli- Main bhi ek teacher hu… ek ache student ko bohot jaldi pehchaan leta hu… anyway aap soch kar mujhe kabhi bhi bata sakti hai… aap ye note Pranav ko de de… aur admission ka baaki sab kaam woh sambhal lega…
Pranav ka naam sunkar Supriya hichkichate hue boli - Sir… Pranav… koi aur nahi kar sakta kya ye kaam?
Principal - Pranav se koi problem? Acha bahar jo hua... woh toh bas apna kaam hi kar raha tha na… thoda ajeeb hai, par waise bohot hi acha ladka hai. Uski aadat hai rules ko ekdam ache se follow karne ki… anushashan bhi toh jaroori hota hai na…
Supriya ne halke se sir hilaya - Jee…
Hina aur Supriya principal sir ko fir se thank you bol kar kamre se bahar nikal gaye. Abhi toh unhe ek baar fir us Pranav ka saamna karna tha. Supriya apna mann maarte hue fir se uske office ki taraf gayi.
Wahan pahuchne tak Supriya ke chhehre ki muskaan gayab ho gayi thi. Pranav ne bhi unhe aate dekh apna muh doosri aur kar liya tha.
Supriya ne paas aakar rookhi aawaz mein kaha - Suniye… ye principal sir ne aapke liye diya hai…
Pranav ne unke haath se kagaz liya aur use padne laga. Jo kuch likha tha shayad use acha toh nahi laga tha par woh bhi shayad vivash tha ab. Usne ek form nikaal kar Supriya ke saamne kiya - Ye form bhar dijiye... aur hazar rupay admission fee bhar dijiye...
Fee sunkar Hina ek dam se bol padi - Hazar rupay!!!
Supriya ne use chup karaya - Shhhh... tu kyu pareshaan hoti hai... main dekh lungi na...
Supriya ne form bharna shuru kiya. Usne kal hi college ki website par saari fee waigera dekh li thi aur Iqbal se kuch paise apne paas rakh liye they. Pata nahi Iqbal paiso ka intezaam kahan se karta tha, par ab tak usne Supriya ko ek baar bhi kisi cheez ke liye na nahi kiya tha. Un dono ne Rubina aur Abbas ko college ke paiso ke baare mein batana sahi nahi samjha, kahin woh paiso ka naam sunkar uski padai na rok de.
Supriya ne jaldi se form bhar karke Pranav ke aur sarkaya aur saath hi admission fee ke paise bhi. Is beech Hina ke phone par Iqbal ka phone call aane laga toh woh office se bahar ho kar Iqbal se baat karne lag gayi. Supriya bas chhup chaap counter ke saamne gusse mein haath par haath rakh kar khadi thi.
Pranav bhi chup chaap form check kar raha tha. Usne thodi der baad kaha - Documents dijiye...
Supriya ne documents uske aage bada diye.
Pranav ne uski aur dekha - Photocopy?
Supriya - Wahan gaanv mein koi photocopy machine nahi hai... woh aapke peeche machine hai na... aap nikal lo usme photocopy...
Pranav bolne ko hi hua tha ki ye rules ke khilaaf hai par use upar Supriya ka tamtamaya hua sa chhehra dikhayi diya. Use ye job karte hue abhi ek saal hi hua tha, par woh apna kaam poori nishtha se karta tha. Par ab agar woh is aurat ko bahar jaakar photocopy karwane ke liye bologe toh kahin woh fir se tamasha na bana de.
Usne gehri saans li aur photocopy machine ke paas jakar documents ki copy banane laga. Use ye karte dekh Supriya ke chhehre ki shikan thodi kam hui thi, use laga nahi tha ki ye itni aasani se is kaam ke liye maan jayega.
Use apne college ke din yaad aa gaye jahan college ke office ke log students ko is kaam ke liye bahar daudate they. Tab uske dost uski mohakta ko aage karke un logo se kaam nikalwate they. Tab kitni buddhu thi na woh, shayad bilkul Hina ki tarah.
Photocopy karne ke baad Pranav wapas apni seat par aakar baith gaya. Supriya abhi bhi chhup khadi thi, aur bareeki se Pranav ko kaam karta dekh rahi thi.
Pranav ne chhupi ko todte hue achanak se kaha - Aap sach mein Hina ki chachi ho?
Supriya uska sawaal sun kar chhaunk gayi - Kya???
Pranav ne office ke bahar phone par baat kar rahi Hina ki taraf ishaara kiya - Woh ladki, Hina hi naam bhara hai na uska aapne form par, aap uski chachi ho? Woh aapko chachi bula rahi thi na...
Supriya ki tyyori chhadd gayi - Aapko kya lena dena usse?
Pranav neeche dekhte hue dheere se haste hue badbadaya - Kuch nahi.... bas pehli baar baal vivah ka case dekh raha hoon shayad... ya aapki twacha se aapki umar ka pata nahi chalta...
Uski baat sunkar Supriya ke andar gussa fir se bad gaya, iski itni himmat, pata nahi ye aise kaise bol sakta tha. Abhi jakar principal se iski complaint karti hoon.
Par tabhi Pranav ne form ka ek tukda stamp karke use wapas diya - Ye lijiye ho gaya Hina ji ka admission... Bcom mein.... ye kitabo ki list hai jo course mein hai. Yahan se thodi door hi ek purani kitabo ki dukan hai, main uska address likh deta hoon... aap wahan se le le...
Supriya bhadakte hue boli - Aapko lagta hai hum log nayi kitaabe nahi khareed sakte?
Pranav ne hairaan hote hue upar dekha - Maine aisa kab kaha... par agar purani kitaabe sasti mil jayengi toh woh nahi leni chahiye... main toh wohi hi khareedta... aap har baat mein ladna kyu chahti hai...
Supriya ne uske haath se form aur kitaabo ki list kheechi aur sir jhatakte hue office se bahar nikal gayi. Woh is aadmi se aur behas nahi kar sakti thi.
Supriya ne Hina ki aur dekha, jaise pooch rahi ho ki aur kitni phone par baat karegi. Hina ne jaldi se phone call cut kiya.
Supriya - Kisse baat kar rahi thi?
Hina - Pehle Chachu se, fir Ammi se, aur fir Naaz se...
Supriya apna sir hilate hue chalti rahi, kya kare woh is ladki ka. Ab use Rubina ki jhunjhulahat samajh aa rahi thi. Woh dono chalte chalte bahar ki aur aa gaye. Iqbal wahin motorcycle ke paas khada tha. Un dono ko aata dekh uske chhehre par ek muskurahat aa gayi.
Hina bhi khush hoti hui apne chachu ke paas pahuchi - Chachu.... ho gaya mera admission... maine aapko bataya na phone par... Chachi ne kaise us aadmi ko hadka diya tha, aur fir principal se baat karke admission karwa diya.
Iqbal muskurata hua bola - Haan... tune phone par sab bata toh diya tha... par fir bata de...
Hina fir se poori kahani sunane lag gayi aur Supriya wahan khadi has rahi thi. Iqbal use haste hue uski aur dekh raha tha, aur Supriya ne apna chhehra use chhupane ke liye doosri side kar diya. Kya kamaal lag rahi thi uski madamji.
Kuch der baad Supriya ne Hina ki baat beech mein rokte hue kaha - Chalo abhi ye kitabe bhi leni hai... fir ghar bhi chalna hai... tumhare Chachu ko kaam par bhi toh jaana hai...
Pata nahi kyu woh Iqbal ka naam bhi le paa rahi thi Hina ke saamne.
Iqbal - Jee... bataiye kahan chalna hai kitabe lene...
Supriya ne Pranav ka diya hua kagaz khola. Kitabo ki ek lambi list thi, har kitaab kam se kam 300-400 rupay ki toh padegi. Bohot saare paise kharch ho jayenge. Side mein hi ek address likha hua tha, shayad us second hand kitaabo ki dukaan ka.
Supriya ne kuch pal socha aur fir woh address Iqbal ke saamne kar diya - Yahan jaana hai hume...
Iqbal - Haan chaliye na... main raasta pooch leta hoon kise se...
Supriya ne Hina ki aur dekha - Is baar main beech mein nahi baithne wali...
Hina ne Supriya ko mazak mein halki si takkar di - Kyu? Aate waqt toh bade itminaan se sote hue aayi thi aap... fir se wohi maza le lo na...
Supriya ne Hina ka kaan pakad liya - Badi zubaan khul rahi hai aaj tumhari... main toh sabse aage bhi baith kar is bike ko chali sakti hu..
Hina - Ahhh... haan toh sahi hai na... fir chachu ko aapke peeche hi bithayungi... kya pata aapko aur bhi acha lage...
Supriya ke gaal sharam se buri tarah laal ho gaye they. Aaj shayad khushi ke maare woh kuch jyada hi bol rahi thi. Ya fir apni Ammi se shayad bahut kuch seekh gayi thi ye ladki.
Is beech Iqbal bike par baith kar use shuru kar chuka tha. Supriya jaldi se uske peeche baithi aur Hina Supriya ke. Hina ne apna ek haath Supriya ke haath par rakha. Iqbal raasta poochte poochte paas hi ki us dukaan tak pahucha. Abhi shayad thodi der pehle hi dukaan khuli thi aur koi bhi grahak nahi tha.
Wahan kafi kitaabe toh ek dher mein hi bahar footpath par rakhi hui thi. Supriya aur Hina aaram se baith kar kitaabe chhatne lage. Kuch kitaabe bahar mil gayi aur kuch andar. Aakhir mein ek kitaab chhod kar baaki sab mil hi gayi
Dukaandar ne jab kitabo ka total kiya toh pore 1100 ka total tha. Iqbal apni jeb se paise nikaal gin raha tha. Hina toh abhi bhi kitaabe dekhne mein hi vyast thi, par Supriya ki nazre Iqbal par tiki thi. Woh kis tarah se ek ek note ko gin raha tha, shayad poore 1100 toh nahi ban rahe they.
Iqbal Supriya se dheere se bola - Madamji mere paas toh abhi sirf hazar rupay hi hai... koi kitaab chhod de kya... baad mein aakar le jayenge...
Apni purani jindagi mein Supriya ko is tarah se paiso ki tangi ka andaaza bhi nahi tha. Bachpan se usne toh jis cheez par haath rakha tha use uske maa baap ne dilaya tha, aur Atul se shaadi ke baad bhi kuch khareedne se pehle socha nahi.
Supriya ne socha ki shayad use yahan aapna mohakta aur madhur aawaz ka istemaal karna pade - Aap mujhe paise do, main baat karti hu...
Supriya bill lekar dukandaar ki aur gayi - Uncle... uncle... suniye...
Uncle - Jee beta... boliye...
Supriya ne apni aawaz ko ekdam naram banaya - Uncle... aap please ye 1100 ki books aap 800 mein final kar dijiye na...
Uncle - Nahi betaji... itna margin nahi hota... hum toh waise bhi saste mein hi bech rahe hai...
Supriya ne apni badi badi aankhon se uncle ki aur pyaar se dekha - Please uncle... thoda toh adjust kijiye na... waise bhi abhi toh college ka session bhi shuru ho chuka hai toh itne bachhe nahi aate honge...
Uncle ka dil paseej raha tha - Aree beti... chkkkk... chalo aap itna bol rahe ho toh theek hai 1000 de do..
Supriya abhi bhi mol bhav kar rahi thi - 950 mein done karte hai na... abhi toh first year ki books hai... baaki saalo ki bhi aapki hi dukaan se leni hai na...
Uncle ne muh banate hue hai - Aap bhi na bohot ziddi ho... chaliye theek hai boni ka time hai... aap 950 de do...
Supriya ke chhehre par ek badi si muskaan aa gayi - Thank you uncle ji!!!
Uncle ne kitabe ek polythin ki bag mein daali aur woh use lekar bahar aa gayi. Usne wapas 50 rupay ka note Iqbal ke haath mein thamaya - Ye lijiye...
Iqbal ye dekh kar hairaan sa ho gaya - Aree ye kaise kar diya madamji aapne...
Supriya muskurate hue boli - Bas... ladkiyon ka kamal hota hai... aap nahi samjhenge...
Iqbal - Ye baat toh sach hai aapki... main nahi samjhunga...
Supriya ek dam chhup ho gayi aur woh aur Iqbal ek doosre ke paas hi khade they. Unhe shayad samajh nahi aa raha tha woh ek doosre se kya bole. Tabhi Hina bhi dukaan se bahar aa gayi.
Hina - Woh ek kitaab nahi mili....
Supriya - Mil jayegi... itna pareshaan kyu ho rahi hai...
Hina - Hmmm... aree woh dekho wahan... samose jalebi.... aur woh bhi abhi abhi tal ke nikaale hai... Chachu woh khaate hai na...
Isse pehle Iqbal kuch bolta, Supriya bol padi - Nahi nahi... bahar ka khaana nahi... ghar chalkar khayenge...
Hina ne udaas hote hue Iqbal ki aur dekha - Roz roz toh nahi aate na yahan... aur fir kal se toh bas ghar se college aur college se ghar hi hoga na... aap dono bhi saath hai aaj...
Iqbal haste hue bola - Chal... khilata hoon...
Supriya ne bolne ki koshish kari - Par....
Par Iqbal ne use chhup kara diya - Aap pareshaan na ho... aaiye na...
Woh teeno saamne ki dukaan ki chal diye. Iqbal ne jaldi se 2 plate samose aur jalebi ka order de diya, aur jald hi woh unhe mil bhi gaya. Hina plate utha kar jaldi se samosa khaane lagi.
Hina - Bohot garam hai... bilkul aapki tarah Chachi...
Supriya muskurayi, iski shararat toh khatam hi nahi ho rahi thi aaj. Iqbal ne doosri plate Supriya ko pakda toh di thi par woh khaa nahi rahi thi. Iqbal ne un dono ke liye toh khaana le liya tha par apne liye nahi.
Iqbal ne halke se kaha - Khaiye na... ruki hui kyu hai...
Supriya hichkichate hue boli - Aap bhi khaa lijiye na... isi plate mein...
Iqbal ne haath se na ka ishaara karte hue kaha - Nahi nahi... aap khaiye... mujhe bhook nahi...
Hina - Khaa lijiye na Chachu.... ek plate mein khaane se pyaar badta hai...
Supriya ne apne ungliyon se samose ko do hisse mein toda aur ek hissa Iqbal ki aur bada diya - Lijiye...
Iqbal ne Supriya ki aur dekhte hue samose ko pakad liya, aur plate mein rakhi chatni se samose ko lagate hue khaane laga. Supriya bhi usi chatni mein apna samosa laga rahi thi. Waise toh kuch bhi nahi tha isme, par kitna ajeeb sa lag raha tha.
Kuch der baad teeno aise hi jalebi bhi khaane lage. Iqbal dheere dheere aur bhi sahaj ho kar unke saath aaram se khaa raha tha. Na jaane kyu Supriya sochne lagi ki shayad kabhi usne is tarah se Atul ke saath bahar ek hi plate mein kabhi nahi khaaya tha. Atul ko is tarah sadak par khade ho kar khaana bhi acha nahi lagta tha. Usne turant hi in khayalo ko apne dimaag se nikaala, pata nahi woh kya kya sochne lag jaati thi.
Khaane ke baad, Supriya plate faikne thoda andar ki aur gayi, aur tabhi uski nazar wahan dukaan ke andar ek guchhe mein tang rahi ankhbaar ki katrone par padi. Shayad unme chota mota samaan parosa jaata tha. Par is akhbaar ki katran par uski photo kyu nazar aa rahi thi?
Supriya ne jaldi se us kagaz ke tukde ko gucche se toda aur apne haath mein daba liya. Bahar aate hue usne jaldi se kagaz par ek jhalak maari.
Is berang akhbar mein kisi ne uske gumshuda hone ka ad daala tha. Ye uski passport size photo thi, shayad jo usne ek baar Lucknow mein khichwayi thi. Photo ke neeche likha tha - sampark kare - Atul Sharma - aur uske neeche Lucknow, Gwalior aur Jhansi teeno gharo ka pata tha, saath hi uska phone number bhi tha.
Iqbal ko paas aata dekh, Supriya ne fir se kagaz ko apni mutthi mein daba liya. Supriya ka dil tez tez dhadak raha tha. Pata nahi ye kitne pehle ka akhbaar tha? Kya Atul use sach mein dhoond raha tha???
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