Adultery My wife become Mirzapur ki Malika

[Joker44]

Kaleen Bhaiya haveli ke private study mein baithe the. Shaam ki roshni ab kam ho chuki thi, aur room mein ek thanda, calculating mahol tha. Unka dimaag abhi bhi Munna ki wild aiyashi aur Pranali ke tej dimag ke beech ke khel par atka hua tha.

Tabhi unke secret phone par Makul ka call aaya. Makul, jo Mumbai mein Pranali par nazar rakhe hue tha.
Kaleen Bhaiya (Awaaz mein tezi): "Bol, kya khabar hai?"
Makul (Dusri taraf se, ghabrahat mein): "Bhaiya, badi kharab report hai. Bank wali madam... Pranali... woh yahan Mumbai mein akeli nahi hai. Woh... woh Sharad Shukla ke saath hai."
Kaleen Bhaiya ka chehra ekdum paththar ho gaya. Unhone apni aankhein narrow ki. Sharad Shukla—Jonpur ka don, Munna ka pichhla dushman, aur taaqatwar khiladi!
Kaleen Bhaiya (Dheere, par tez): "Kya bakwaas kar raha hai? Woh Munna ka dushman hai. Woh Pranali ke paas kyun hai?"
Makul: "Pata nahi, bhaiya. Par woh dono mall mein the, filmy tareeke se mile. Phir walk kiya... aur woh log kafi intimate lag rahe the. Maine photo bheja hai, dekhiye."
Kaleen Bhaiya ne bina der kiye phone par photos khole. Screen par Pranali thi—saree mein nahi, balki fitted jeans aur sleeveless top mein. Chashme ke neeche uski aankhon mein hansi thi, azadi thi. Aur uske bagal mein Sharad Shukla khada tha, ekdum naya lover jaisa dikh raha tha. Ek photo mein Sharad ne masti mein Pranali ka haath pakda hua tha.
Kaleen Bhaiya ka khoon khaul utha. Woh gusse se apna glass table par rakh chuke the, par unka gussa ab thanda aur calculating ho gaya tha. Munna ki property, jise woh road side tak claim kar chuka tha, ab dushman ki baahon mein khush thi.
Kaleen Bhaiya (Mann mein): "Munna ne sabhi hadhein par kar di, usse apna maal samajh liya... aur yahan dushman ne uske junoon ko hathiyaar bana liya."
Unke dimag mein yeh baat saaf thi ki Sharad ka maqsad sirf ayiyashi nahi tha. Sharad Munna ko maar dene ke liye Pranali ka istemal kar raha tha. Magar Sharad ka asli plan (Soham ki deal) Kaleen Bhaiya ko pata nahi tha—sirf dushmani ka ehsaas tha.
Kaleen Bhaiya (Awaaz mein thanda, meetha zehar): "Makul, ek baat yaad rakh. Munna ko is bare mein ek shabd bhi nahi pata chalna chahiye."
Makul: "Ji bhaiya. Lekin kyun? Woh don hai... usko samajhna chahiye."
Kaleen Bhaiya (Garajte hue, par dheere): "Agar Munna ko abhi pata chala, toh woh jung chalu kar dega. Humara dushman chupke se vaar kar raha hai, toh hum bhi chupke se khel khelenge."
Kaleen Bhaiya ne aakhri hukum diya: "Teri nazar Sharad aur Pranali par 24 ghante honi chahiye. Mujhe har chhoti badi khabar chahiye. Pranali ab sirf Munna ki kamzori nahi hai, woh ek hathiyar hai jo dushman ke haath mein hai."
"Jab tak main na kahun, koi kuch nahi bolega."
Makul ne sir jhuka kar bola: "Ji bhaiya."
Kaleen Bhaiya ne phone cut kiya. Apni aankhon mein Munna ki harkat aur Sharad ka dhoka rakh kar, unhone table par rakhi talwar ko chhua... ek nayee jung ki tayari shuru ho chuki thi!


Subah ki halki dhoop Pranali ke Mumbai waale flat ke living room ki khidki se andar chhan rahi thi. Pranali, ek simple salwar-suit mein, wahi azaadi aur nayi mohabbat ka nasha aankhon mein liye chai ka cup pakde baithi thi. Pichhle do din se Sharad kaam mein busy tha, aur yeh durii Pranali ko aur zyada reflective bana rahi thi.

Uski aankhon ke saamne do filmein chal rahi thin: Ek, Soham ke saath college mein hua pyaar aur shaadi ka sukoon—woh sachcha, aasan rishta. Aur doosri, Sharad ke saath Mumbai ki chori-chhipe guzaari raat—woh wild, bechain aur pehli baar ki mohabbat jaisa junoon.
Pranali (Mann mein): Mujhe abhi bhi Soham se utna hi pyaar hai, jitna hamesha se tha. Par Mirzapur ne mere andar ki woh zaroorat jaga di, jise Soham kabhi samajh nahi paya. Aur Sharad... usne toh bas, us zaroorat ko pehchaan liya. Ab wapas Mirzapur jaana hai... aur yeh nayi Pranali us purani duniya mein kaise adjust karegi?
Tabhi, uski choti behen Rhea, nayi web-series ke spoiler se zyada naughty smile liye room mein daakhil hui.
Rhea: "Good Morning, Didi! Kya baat hai? Chai ka cup hothon pe hai, par nigaahein Marine Drive se seedha Jonpur ki taraf hain, kyun?"
Pranali jhatke se hosh mein aayi, chehra thoda laal ho gaya.
Pranali (Halki daant ke saath): "Rhea! Kya bakwaas kar rahi hai? Main toh bas soch rahi thi wapas jaane ke baare mein."
Rhea (Aankh maarte hue, uske bagal mein baithte hue): "Haan haan, wapas Sharad Jiju ke paas jaane ka soch rahi ho. Saamne toh chai hai, par dimaag mein toh unhi ke haathon ki coffee ka nasha chal raha hai, hai na?"
Pranali phoonk maar kar chai ka cup tezise rakh diya.
Pranali (Awaaz dheemi aur ghabrahat mein): "Rhea, paagal! Tujhe sharam nahi aati? Soham tere jiju hain! Ghar pe koi sun lega, toh kitni badi bhasad ho jayegi!"
Rhea (Zor se hasste hue): "Arre! Soham Jiju toh Mirzapur mein hain. Aur yahaan Mumbai mein... Sharad Bhaiya hi asli hero hain. Didi, woh date, woh kiss... woh passion... woh college waala first love waala feel tha na?"
Pranali (Flustered, haathon se Rhea ko dhakelte hue): "Chup ho ja, besharam! Aisa kuch nahi tha! Woh sirf dosti thi... aur ek emotional moment!"
Rhea: "Emotional moment haathon se nahi hota, Didi. Aur emotional moment ke baad koi puri raat ka plan nahi banata hai! Sach bol, Masti aayi na? Munna ke darr ke aage, Sharad ka pyaar bahut sukoon de gaya."
Pranali ne haar maan li. Ek lambi saans li aur muskura diya.
Pranali: "Haan, Shubha ne sahi kaha tha. Sharad ke saath... lagta hai main phir se wohi college wali Pranali hoon... jo kisi ki parwah nahi karti thi."
Rhea: "Exactly! Aur ab tum wapas jaa rahi ho wahan... wahi Mirzapur ki bhasad mein."
Pranali (Aankhon mein dard): "Haan, chutti khatam ho gayi hai. Aur Mujhe jaana hoga... Soham ka phone aayega."
Rhea (Serious hote hue): "Toh wahan jaakar himmat rakhna. Aur Sharad Bhaiya ka phone number save kar ke rakhna... tumhari pehli azadi ki nishani hai woh."
Pranali ne chai ka aakhri ghunt liya. Mumbai ki hawa mein nayi mohabbat thi, par Mirzapur ki zanjeer phir se bula rahi thi.








Pranali abhi bhi Rhea ki gossipy aankhon mein dekhti hui, apni dil ki halat ko chhupane ki nakam koshish kar rahi thi. Rhea ke chehre par apne Jiju (Sharad) ke baare mein baat karne ka pura sukoon tha.

Tabhi, Pranali ka phone table par vibrate hua. Screen par Sharad ka naam chamakta dekh kar Pranali ki saans ek pal ke liye ruk gayi.
Pranali (Uthte hue, halki ghabrahat mein): "Main... main abhi aati hoon."
Rhea (Aankh maarte hue): "Arre! Uthne ki zarurat kya hai? Speaker pe daal de, hum dono sunenge."
Pranali ne tez nazar se Rhea ko dekha, phone uthaya, aur living room ke doosre kone mein chali gayi.
Pranali: "Hello, Sharad?"
Sharad (Phone par, awaaz mein urgency aur charm): "Haan, Pranali! Main free ho gaya hoon. Ek important Art Gallery event hai shaam ko. Bahut classy log aayenge. Tumhara mood badal jaayega. Tayyar ho jao... tumhe dekhne ke liye wahi milte hain."
Pranali ki aankhon mein ek nayi chamak aayi. Art Gallery—Munna ke darr se bohot door.
Pranali: "Art Gallery? Theek hai... par tumhe mujhe time dena hoga."
Sharad: "Time hi time hai, meri jaan. Bolo, kya main tumhe 5 baje pick kar lun?"
Pranali ne hanskar haan bolne waali thi, tabhi Rhea chupke se uske bagal mein aayi aur seedha phone mein chilayi!
Rhea (Poore dramatic style mein): "Jijoo! Jijoo! Aap meri Didi ko akela kyun le jaa rahe ho? Mujhe bhi ghuma lao na! Main bhi Art Gallery dekhna chahti hoon!"
Pranali ka chehra ek pal mein safed aur laal dono ho gaya. Usne tez nazar se Rhea ko dekha, jaise ab uski jaan le legi.
Pranali (Dheemi, gusse wali fuskusahat): "Rhea! Pagal ho gayi hai tu?! Chup ho ja!"
Sharad (Dusri taraf, zor se hasste hue): "Hahahaha! Tumhari choti behen toh kamaal hai! Jiju! Wah!"
Pranali ne phone ko apne kaano se hataya, aur Rhea ko ek zor ki daant lagayi:
Pranali (Sharmindagi aur dar mein): "Tumhe pata hai Soham tere jiju hain! Aur agar kisi ne sun liya toh main tujhe zinda nahi chhodungi!"
Rhea (Naatak karte hue, mooh bana kar): "Main toh bas mazak kar rahi thi! Aur Sharad Bhaiya ko sach mein achha laga!"
Sharad (Call par, abhi bhi hasste hue, lekin calm hote hue): "Pranali, tension mat lo. Tumhari behen toh full fun hai! Theek hai, Rhea ji aur Pranali ji, ham tum dono bhi aajao! Double date ho jayegi!"
Pranali ne aankhein band ki. Ab koi escape nahi tha. Sharad ne situation ko ekdum smoothly handle kar liya tha.
Pranali (Rhea ki taraf dekhti hui, thoda haar maan kar): "Tum toh jaanti ho na sab! Chalo, theek hai phir Sharad... main aur Rhea donon tayyar hote hain."
Sharad: "Perfect. 5 baje main tumhare ghar ke paas wait karunga. Ready ho jao."
Pranali ne call cut kiya. Usne aankhon mein gusse aur sharm ke saath Rhea ko dekha, jo ab apni badi jeet par muskura rahi thi.
Pranali: "Ab agar tune ek aur shabd Jiju ke baare mein bola, toh main tujhe Art Gallery nahi jail bhejungi!"
Rhea (Khushi mein taali bajate hue): "Deal! Jiju se milne ke liye jail bhi manzoor hai! Ab chalo, didi, tayyar hote hain! Aaj main tumhe woh dress pehnaungi jo Sharad Bhaiya ko seedha Mirzapur ki bhasha bhula de!"
Pranali ne sar pakad liya, par andar hi andar ek ajeeb si khushi thi—rishta khatarnaak tha, par ab escape mumkin nahi tha. 5 baje ka waqt tay tha.




Pranali ne almari se sabse nazuk, figure-hugging classic off-white silk saree nikali, jiske borders par halki golden zari ka kaam tha. Yeh saree uske glowing skin aur soft curves ko ek shaleen elegance de rahi thi, lekin sleeveless deep-cut blouse pehente hi, uske toned arms aur bhare hue sthan (bust) ki innocence turant ek sachchi, chupi hui sexiness mein badal gayi. Usne pallu ko bade dhyaan se patla aur kam rakha, taaki uski patli kamar aur blouse ki fit poori tarah se nazar aaye, yeh dekhte hue ki woh munna ki wildness ko bhoole, par Sharad ki aankhon mein nayi aag laga sake. Mirror ke saamne baith kar, usne makeup shuru kiya, soft base aur minimal foundation se uski masoomiyat barkarar thi, par usne kajal thoda gehra kiya, aur red lipstick lagayi—woh masoom aankhein aur bold lips ka combination poori tarah se irresistible lag raha tha. Usne apne baalon ko loose curls mein chhod diya, mangalsutra uske deep neck par shaan se chamak raha tha.

Tabhi, Rhea apne high-fashion crop top aur palazzo mein tayyar ho kar kamre mein aayi. Rhea ne Pranali ko top-to-toe dekha, aur uski aankhein hairani se phail gayin.
Rhea (Dheere se, awe mein): "Didi... tu toh aaj... kamaal lag rahi ho. Poori queen."
Pranali (Halki sharm aur muskaan ke saath): "Bas, zyada mat bol, dekh kitna time lag gaya tayyar hone mein."
Rhea (Uske paas aate hue, uski kamar ko dekhte hue): "Time toh lagna hi tha... itna maal bana hai ki Sharad Bhaiya ka dil seedha lung pe aakar ruk jaayega." (Rhea ne masti mein uske baalon ko chhua). "Woh sleeveless cut aur yeh saree... uff! Innocent face aur body full fire! Aaj toh Art Gallery mein aag lag jaayegi!"
Pranali (Halki si sharmindagi, par andar se khushi): "Rhea! Pagal hai tu! Chup kar... aur chal ab... warna late ho jayenge."
Rhea (Hanskar, uski baah pakadte hue): "Late nahi hona chahiye Didi. Humara Jiju wait kar rahe hain! Ab chalo!"
Dono behenein halke kadmon se kamre se nikli... Pranali ke dil mein excitement aur Rhea ki aankhon mein khel ka nasha tha... aur Art Gallery unke intzaar mein tha!




Sharad ki sleek black luxury car Pranali ke apartment ke gate ke paas aakar aahista se ruki. Usne sunglasses hataye, aur Pranali aur Rhea ko gate ki taraf aate hue dekha. Pranali ne golden zari waali off-white saree pehni thi, sleeveless blouse mein uske sharir ka curve ekdum perfect lag raha tha. Uske honthon ki gehri laali aur kajal ki tez aankhen pehli nazar mein hi bijli gira rahi thin.

Sharad ne unhe dekha, aur uske hoth halke se khul gaye—ek be-awaaz gasp.
Sharad (Mann mein): Sala Soham... chutiya hai woh saccha! Yeh maal uske haathon mein kaise aaya? Munna toh pagal hua hi tha, par main... uff! Iski elegance darr aur lust dono paida kar rahi hai. Jaldhi Munna ke marne ke baad Soham ko bhi mar dunga main... aur ise hamesha ke liye apni randi banake rakhunga! Kya maal hai yeh Pranali!
Pranali aur Rhea dono gate tak pahunchi. Pranali nervously muskurayi, uski aankhon mein Sharad ki bechaini saaf dikh rahi thi.
Pranali (Halke se): "Hi Sharad... kaisi lag rahi hoon?"
Sharad (Apne khayal se baahar nikalte hue, hothon par control la kar): "Tum... tum toh seedha Art Gallery ki centerpiece lag rahi ho, Pranali. Kamaal lag rahi ho. Tumhara yeh look toh Mirzapur ki bhasha bhula dega."
Rhea turant aage aayi, apne modern look aur naughty smile ke saath.
Rhea (Teasing, aankh maarte hue): "Jiju! Bas itna hi? Aap toh humari Didi ko dekh ke bolna hi bhool gaye! Koi dhang ki tareef toh karo!"
Pranali sharm aur gusse ke mix mein Rhea ki taraf palat gayi.
Pranali (Fuskusahat mein, ghabrahat se): "Rhea! Pagal hai tu! Maine bola na chup rah! Ghar ke paas aisa mazak mat kar!"
Sharad zor se hans pada. Uski hansi unke dono ke bhaari mahol ko halka kar gayi.
Sharad (Haste hue): "Arey Rhea ji, aap toh full entertainer ho! Jaldi aajao donon. Mujhe khushi hai ki aap bhi aa rahi ho."
Pranali ne apna face theek kiya, ek lambhi saans li, aur Rhea ko apne bagal mein ghaseet kar car ke paas le gayi. Sharad ne gentlemanly andaaz mein Pranali ke liye darwaza khola. Pranali sharmate hue andar baith gayi, uske jism ki khushboo car ke andar chha gayi. Rhea turant peeche baithi, aur Sharad driver seat par baith gaya.
Sharad (Car start karte hue, rearview mein dekhta hua): "Aaj raat Mirzapur ki bhasad bhool jao... yeh raat sirf Mumbai ki art aur apne pyaar ke liye hai."





Mumbai ke posh area mein Art Gallery ki imarat shaandaar thi. Andar soft lighting, expensive art installations aur dheere-dheere baat karte hue sheher ke ameer aur taaqatwar log the. Har koi designer kapdon mein sophisticated lag raha tha.

Sharad Pranali aur Rhea ko lekar confidence ke saath andar daakhil hua. Pranali apni off-white saree mein graceful lag rahi thi, aur Rhea bhi apne stylish outfit mein kisi model se kam nahi thi. Sharad ekdam smooth tha, har doosre aadmi se haath mila raha tha, jaise woh yahan ka asli malik ho.
Rhea ki aankhein hairani se phail gayin. Usne dheere se Pranali ke kaan mein fuskusaya.
Rhea (Aahista se, awe mein): "Didi, yahan toh alag hi duniya hai! Soham Jiju bhi acche hain na, par agar tum Sharad Jiju se set ho gayi na... toh tum sach mein rani jaisi rahogi! Soham Jiju ke saath toh bas bank wali zindagi hai."
Pranali sharm aur ghabrahat mein apni elbow se Rhea ko halka sa pinch kiya.
Pranali (Fuskusahat mein, gusse se): "Rhea! Chup ho ja! Kya bol rahi hai tu!"
Sharad, jo aage chal raha tha, unki nayi bhasha sun kar palta aur zor se hans pada.
Sharad (Amusement mein): "Lagta hai tumhari gossips kaafi interesting hain! Rhea ji, aap toh kaafi direct hain!"
Rhea ne sirf muskura diya, jaise apni badi jeet ho gayi ho.
Tabhi, Pranali ka phone vibrate hua. Screen par Munna ka naam chamakta dekh kar, Pranali ka chehra ekdum safed pad gaya. Usne turant Sharad aur Rhea ko dekha.
Pranali (Thoda forced smile ke saath): "Woh... ek zaruri office ka call hai. Main bas do minute mein aati hoon."
Woh tezise gallery ke ek khaali corner ki taraf nikal gayi, jahan Munna ka junoon aur uske guilt ka samna hona tha.
Sharad, Pranali ko jaate hue dekhta raha, aur phir Rhea ki taraf palta. Uske chehre par ab hansi nahi thi, ek gehra sawaal tha.
Sharad (Aawaaz dheemi aur serious): "Rhea, mujhe ek sachcha jawab chahiye tumse. Tum jaanti ho na ki tumhari Didi shaadi-shuda hai... aur main uske saath jo kar raha hoon woh galat hai? Tumhe is baat ka gussa nahi aata?"
Rhea ne apna sara masti side mein rakha. Usne seedha Sharad ki aankhon mein dekha, uski aankhon mein gussa nahi, apni behen ke liye sachcha pyaar aur protection thi.
Rhea: "Main unki choti behen hoon, Sharad Bhaiya. Maine apni Didi ko rote hue dekha hai Mirzapur mein—darr mein, guilt mein, aur akela mehsoos karte hue."
Rhea: "Maine tumhe dekha hai unke saath. Aur unko do din mein utna khush aur zinda dekha hai jitna maine unhe saalon mein nahi dekha hai."
Rhea: "Toh mujhe koi dikkat nahi hai aapke saath unke hone se."
Rhea ne aage jhuk kar sharad ko aahista se chetawani di.
Rhea: "Bas ek baat yaad rakhna... Meri Didi ko rulaa mat dena dobara. Agar unhe phir se takleef hui, toh aapka panga sirf Munna se nahi hoga... Mujhse lena padega."
Sharad ne uske chehre ko dekha—uska darr chala gaya tha, uske badle ab sachcha pyaar tha. Sharad halka sa hans pada, uske dil mein Rhea ki hansi aur chetawani dono giri thi.
Sharad: "Tum toh full dangerous ho, Rhea ji! Main aapki Didi ko sach mein khush rakhunga."
Rhea: "Good. Ab jao, unki saari musibat door karo."
Rhea ne sharad ko wapas Pranali ke paas bhej diya, jahan woh Munna ka call sambhal rahi thi... Aur Sharad jaanta tha, ab uske pyaar ko family ki manzoori mil chuki thi—bus woh unki behen thi!




Pranali tez kadmon se Art Gallery ke ek khaali corridor mein aayi aur Munna ka call uthaya. Uske dil ki dhadkan Munna ke naam se hi dugni ho chuki thi.

Pranali (Halki awaaz mein): "Hello, Munna."
Munna (Dusri taraf, awaaz mein raw possessiveness aur garmi): "Kya kar rahi ho, Pranali? Mumbai mein akeli ho... aur Mujhe bhool gayi kya? Tumhari aawaaz mein woh josh nahi hai."
Pranali (Control karte hue): "Main Art Gallery mein hoon, bahut bheed hai. Aur tumhe main kaise bhool sakti hoon?"
Munna (Teasing, commanding): "Achha? Agar bhooli nahi ho... toh mujhe dikhao ki tum ab bhi meri ho. Main yahan Mirzapur mein intzaar kar raha hoon... mujhe kuch dekhna hai."
Pranali ka gala sookh gaya. Munna ki demand saaf thi. Woh jaanti thi ki agar usne mana kiya, toh Munna aur zyada pareshaan karega ya waapas aane ko kahunga.
Pranali (Jhukkar, dheemi awaaz mein): "Munna, yahan bahut log hain... aur main Art Gallery mein hoon."
Munna: "Art gallery? Toh chalo apni Art dikhao. Washroom mein jao. Aur mujhe dikhao ki tum ab bhi kitni garam ho."
Pranali ne ek lambhi saans li. Usne apni saree ko sambhaala aur tez kadmon se washroom ki taraf chal di.
(Washroom ke andar, Pranali ne darwaza lock kiya. Mirror mein uski aankhon mein sharm, excitement, aur majboori ka mishran tha.)
Munna (Phone par, ab aur zyada excited): "Ab wahan kya kar rahi ho? Saree khulo... mujhe tumhare woh soft boobs dekhne hain jo mere liye kaam karne lage hain."
Pranali ne apni saree ka pallu dheere se hataaya. Uska sleeveless blouse tight tha. Usne blouse ke upar se apni saree ko thoda neeche khiskaaya taaki cleavage aur zyada expose ho jaye.
Pranali (Fuskusahat mein): "Main picture bhej rahi hoon... bas ek baar."
Usne apna phone nikala. Mirror ke saamne jhukkar, usne apni saree ki dor ko halka loose kiya taaki deep cleavage aur uske ubharte hue boobs ka corner dikhe. Ek click.
Phir, Munna ki wildness ko satisfy karne ke liye, usne apni armpit ko halka sa expose kiya—us jagah par jahan Munna road side par chhoota tha. Yeh shot raw aur bold tha. Ek aur click.
Pranali ne jaldi se dono tasveerein Munna ko bhej di. Saree theek ki aur apna chehra poncha.
Munna (Message turant aaya, awaaz mein raw satisfaction): "Aha... meri Rani! Yeh hai sachchi Art! Jao, ab jao aur apne doston ke saath enjoy karo... par yaad rakhna... tumhari poori body ab mere control mein hai."
Pranali ne phone ko apni mutthi mein kas liya. Uske jism par sharam aur Munna ki taaqat dono ka ehsaas tha. Usne apne chehre ko theek kiya, aur Art Gallery ki taraf wapas chal di—jahan Sharad aur Rhea uska intzaar kar rahe the... bilkul anjaan ki kuch pal pehli hi Pranali ne apni nayee aur purani zanjeer ko ek saath mazboot kar diya tha!









Pranali tez kadmon se washroom se wapas aayi, uske chehre par paani ke chheente aur aankhon mein sharam aur tez dhadkan ki nishaani thi. Usne Sharad ko aur Rhea ko Art Gallery ke ek corner mein khade dekha.

Sharad ne turant uska badla hua chehra pehchaan liya. Rhea unse thoda door khadi thi, ek painting ko ghoor rahi thi, jaise unki privacy ka poora khayal ho.
Sharad (Awaaz dheemi aur fikarmand): "Kya hua, Pranali? Sab theek hai na? Tumhari aankhon mein paani kyun hai?"
Pranali ne aankhein neeche kar li, sach bolne mein woh ghabra rahi thi.
Pranali (Dheere se, fusfusate hue): "Woh Munna tha phone par... usne kaha ki main Art Gallery mein jo bhi kar rahi hoon... usse dekhna hai."
Sharad (Eyebrows raised, par shaant): "Matlab? Usne kya dekha?"
Pranali: "Usne... usne kaha ki main uska maal hoon aur usne kuch pics maange the... cleavage aur armpits ke... toh maine bhej diye."
Sharad ne ek pal ke liye Pranali ki aankhon mein dekha. Uske chehre par gussa nahi tha, sirf us dard ko samajhne ki koshish thi. Usne dheere se Pranali ka haath pakda. Uska touch Munna ke possessive touch se bilkul alag tha—narm, par bharosemand.
Sharad: "It's okay, Pranali. Tumhe darne ki zarurat nahi hai. Usne jo bhi maanga, woh tumhari majboori thi. Don't worry. Yeh sab khatam ho jayega."
Sharad ne halke se Pranali ka haath dabaya aur ek aakhri bar dekha.
Sharad: "Ab aao. Art Gallery ki khubsurati dekhte hain. Yeh Munna ki gandagi se bohot door hai."
Rhea, jo doosri taraf khadi thi, ek pal ko apne kandhe ko halka sa hilaaya, jaise keh rahi ho: "Mission clear hai." Woh jaan boojh kar unke paas nahi aayi, unhe space de rahi thi taaki Pranali ko apne nayi dosti mein bharosa ho.
Sharad aur Pranali Art Gallery mein aage badhe. Ab unki baat Munna ki possessiveness par nahi, balki paintings aur unke nayi dosti par thi. Pranali ne apni sharam chupayi, aur Sharad ke saath wapas hasna shuru kar diya—ek nayi zanjeer Munna ki thi, aur ek nayi azaadi Sharad ki baahon mein thi.