Adultery Pooja: Newly married innocent Housewife

[LOPAMUDRA]

(KUCH DER PEHLE JAB AUTOWALA AUR SHUBHAM HALL ME THE TAB)---


Shubham hall ke corner me khada tha.
Auto driver cigarette ka kash le raha tha, aur uske chehre par wo hi thakaan thi — jaise saari duniya se udaas ho.
Hotel ke andar ab bhi halki si bijli ki chamak aur baarish ki smell thi.

Tabhi Shambu — hotel ka maalik — dheere-dheere paas aaya.
Uska pet thoda nikla hua, moochh gili thi aur shirt ke button khule hue the.
Usne ek half-smile di, “Arre arre, naya mehmaan… itni der raat tak jaag raha hai?
Chalo, aaj thoda Old Monk se body garam kar lete hain.”

Shubham ne turant mana kar diya,
“Nahi bhaiya, nahi… meri wife room me hai, mujhe jaana chahiye.”

Shambu haans pada, “Arey koi baat nahi, do minute ki to baat hai.
Baarish me bheeg gaye ho, sardi lag jayegi.
Ek peg se kuch nahi hota.”

Auto driver bhi muskuraya, “Bhai, ek sip le lo. Raat katani hai yahan — thoda relax ho jaoge.”

Shubham thoda hesitant hua.
Uske dimag me Pooja ka darr tha, par shayad uske dil me ye bhi tha ki agar in dono ko mana kare, to shayad wo log bura maan jaayein.
Aur waise bhi — baarish, thakaan aur ajeeb sa stress… sab milkar usse kamzor kar rahe the.

Usne ek lambe saans ke saath kaha,
“Bas ek peg, uske baad main chala jaunga.”

Shambu ne turant table pe ek purani bottle rakhi — Old Monk.
“Yahi hoti hai asli dosti ki shuruaat,” usne kaha, aur peg banaya.

Auto driver ne Shubham ke glass me thoda dal kar kaha,
“Cheers bhai.”

Shubham ne glass uthaya — aur jaise hi first sip li, uske andar ka darr kuch sekand ke liye halki si sukoon me badal gaya.
Par usse pata nahi tha…
yeh ek sip, us raat ka sabse galat faisla hone wala tha.


Shubham ne glass uthaya.
Old Monk ka teekha smell uske dimag tak chadh gaya.
Bahar baarish ab thami thi, par hawa me ab bhi nami aur ek ajeeb si basi sugandh thi — jaise purani diwaron ne saalon se raaz sambhal rakhe ho.

Shambu, hotel ka maalik, apni kursi pe piche tik kar bola,
“Zindagi me na, beta… do cheezein kabhi mana nahi karni chahiye — ek sharab aur ek mauka.”
Usne hasi jaisi koi awaaz nikali, par uske andar kuch khokhla tha.

Auto driver ne glass uthaya aur ek hi baar me khatam kar diya.
Shubham ne bhi follow kiya.
Old Monk gale me aag ki tarah utar gaya.

Kuch der me sab kuch dhundhla sa lagne laga.
Shubham ki aankhen bojhal ho gayi thi, par dimag me ajeeb sa buzz chal raha tha.
Vo samajh nahi pa raha tha — nasha zyada hai, ya ye jagah hi kuch ajeeb hai.

Usne dekha, Shambu ne auto wale ki taraf dekha aur aankhon se kuch ishara kiya.
Auto driver bina kuch bole uth gaya aur hall se bahar chala gaya.
Shubham ne usse rokne ki koshish ki — “Arre, kahan ja raha hai tu?”
Par usne peechhe mud kar sirf ek half-smile di, jaise keh raha ho “ab tu sambhal le.”

Kuch seconds baad, ek aur darwaza khula.
Aur wahan se ek ladki andar aayi.
Halke laal rang ki saari me, lambi zulfon se paani tapak raha tha.
Uske kadam dheere, lekin nishchit the — jaise wo yeh jagah pehle se jaanti ho.

Shubham ne hosh me aane ki koshish ki, par sab kuch dheere-dheere hilta dikh raha tha.
Wo ladki seedha Shambu ke paas gayi, aur bina kuch kahe uske paas baith gayi.
Shambu ne ek lamha uski taraf dekha, phir Shubham ki taraf muskuraya —
“Har mehmaan ke liye kuch khaas hota hai yahan…”

Us waqt Shubham ke andar ek thandi si jhankaar uthi —
yeh sab kya ho raha hai?
Usne glass table pe rakha, par haath thoda kaamp gaya.
Peeche clock ne 12:00 AM bajaye.
Aur uske baad — hotel ke andar ek ajeeb sa whispering sound gunj utha.

Shubham ne peeche dekha — corridor me koi tha.
Ek parchai… bilkul static.
Aur uske baad sab kuch dheere-dheere andhere me doob gaya.