Adultery Pooja: Newly married innocent Housewife

[LOPAMUDRA]

Wo ladki hardly 18–19 ki thi — saaf, narmi se bhari twacha, ankhein jaise andhere me bhi chamak rahi ho. Uska chehra bilkul masoom tha, lekin aankhon me kuch aisa tha jo ek pal me dil me utar jaaye. Uske geele baal kandhon pe chipke hue the, aur uske chehre par kuch aisa tha jise dekhkar Shubham ek pal ke liye sab kuch bhool gaya.
Shambhu ne bas ek halkasa ishara kiya, aur wo ladki chupchaap Shubham ke paas aayi.
“Chaliye…” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz me na jaane kaisa jaadu tha.
Shubham bas dekhta reh gaya — jaise hosh aur behoshi ke beech atak gaya ho.

Geeli zulfen kandhon se chipki hui thi, aur halki si muskuraahat me ek ajeeb sa raaz chhupa tha.
Jab wo Shubham ke paas aayi, to ek halki si mehak hawa me ghul gayi — jaise baarish ke baad mitti ki khushboo me kuch aur mil gaya ho.

Aur usne dheere se Shubham ka haath pakad liya.
Uske haath thande the, par unme ek ajeeb garamahat thi — jaise kisi ne andhere me diya jala diya ho.

Shubham ne resist karne ki koshish ki, par wo aankhon me kuch aisa tha jisse nazar hatana mushkil tha.
Dono hall se guzarte hue ek khaali kamre me pahunch gaye.
Bahar baarish ab bhi gir rahi thi, aur kamre ke bulb ki peeli roshni me uska chehra aur bhi narm lag raha tha.

Wo thodi der uske saamne khadi rahi, kuch nahi boli.
Bas apni zulfon se paani jhata kar, usne Shubham ki taraf dekha — ek aisi nazar, jisme mohabbat bhi thi aur ek ajeeb sa darr bhi.
Shubham ek kadam uske kareeb gaya… phir ek aur.
“Tum… yahan kaam karti ho?” usne poocha, halki si madahoshi me.
Ladki ne bas muskurate hue kaha, “Bas kabhi kabhi. Jab raat lambi hoti hai.”

Us pal ke baad dono ke beech ek gehri khamoshi chha gayi — bas baarish aur saansen sunai de rahi thi.
Shubham ke dil me ab na pooja ka khayal tha, na hotel ka darr — sirf us anjaan ladki ki aankhein.
Aur phir sab kuch dhundla hone laga — jaise samay ruk gaya ho, aur duniya sirf un dono tak simat gayi ho.

Jaise hi wo uske paas aayi, Shubham ki saansen tez ho gayin. Usne kuch kehna chaaha, par alfaaz galey me atak gaye.
Usne apni aankhon me dekha — aur ek pal ke liye sab kuch thama sa lagne laga.

Phir… sab kuch dheere-dheere dhundla hone laga.




PRESENT:-

Shubham ne room me kadam rakha.
Sab kuch chup, bas hawa ki halki si sarsarahat.
Bed pe Pooja ka dupatta pada tha — bheega hua, aur us par ek chhoti si silver chain.
Usne chain uthai, dekha —
yeh wahi thi jo usne Shambu ke hall me us ladki ke gale me dekhi thi.

Shubham ke hosh ud gaye.
“Ye… ye kaise?” uske hont se nikal gaya.

Usne diary uthai, page khula tha —
“Har mehmaan ke liye ek mehmaan rakha gaya hai…”
Uska dil zor se dhadakne laga.

Tabhi corridor me kuch halki si payal ki awaaz hui —
chhann… chhann…

Shubham turant bahar nikla.
Corridor ke end me ek ladki khadi thi, wahi laal saari wali.
Uske lambe baal ab khule hue the, aur uska chehra tube light ke flicker me aadha dikh raha tha.
Wo dheere se muskurai.

“Tum… yahan?” Shubham ne kaha, uski awaaz me ghabrahat aur curiosity dono thi.

Ladki ne sirf itna kaha —
“Pooja ko dhundh rahe ho na?”

Shubham thoda peeche hata, “Tum… tumhe kaise pata?”
Usne bas halki si muskaan di,
“Yahan aane wale sab kisi na kisi ko dhoondte hain…”

Usne ek kadam Shubham ki taraf badhaya.
Uski saari se halki si purani perfume ki khushboo aayi — jaise kahin door se guzri hui yaadon ka saaya.

Shubham kuch bol pata, usse pehle usne uske haath me ek folded paper diya, aur dheere se kaha,
“Ye Shambu se chhupake rakho.
Aur… jo bhi ho, bas neeche mat jana.”

Shubham ne paper khola, par usse pehle usne dekha —
wo ladki corridor ke end me ja kar mur gayi.
Ek pal ke liye uska dupatta hawa me uda…
aur phir wo gayab.

Shubham ne haath me wahi paper dekha —
uspar sirf teen lafz likhe the:
“Basement. Door 17.”

Uske gale me sans atak gayi.
Bahar baarish phir se tez ho gayi thi.
Aur uske peeche, corridor ke kisi door ke andar se Pooja ki halki si cheekh sunai di —
itni dheemi, jaise kisi ne muh daba diya ho.