Incest Maa bani Classmate

[Joker44]

Rahul ko wahi corridor ke andhere kone mein chhod kar Trupti tezi se Ladies Washroom ki taraf badh gayi. Uski high heels ki aawaaz uske gusse ki gawahi de rahi thi. Andar pahunchte hi usne darwaza band kiya aur seedha aaine (mirror) ke saamne khadi ho gayi.

Usne apna chehra dekha. Uske hoth abhi bhi suje hue lag rahe the—Rahul ke us jungli kiss ki wajah se. Usne paani ka chita maara aur towel se apne hothon ko zor se ragda, jaise wo apne bete ki thook aur us gande ehsaas ko mitana chahti ho.




Trupti ki saansein abhi bhi tez thin. Wo khud se hi baatein karne lagi.

Trupti: (Gusse mein badbadate hue) “Uski himmat kaise hui mujhse aise baat karne ki? Wo mujhe order de raha tha? Apni Maa ko order de raha tha?”
Use wo pal yaad aaya jab Rahul ne use zabardasti kiss kiya aur uska boob dabaya. Pehle use wo 'acting' lagta tha, par aaj use ehsaas hua ki Rahul ne hadd paar kar di hai.
Trupti: (Mann mein) “Maine shayad use kuch zyada hi chhoot de di. Maine socha tha ki ye 'Girlfriend' wala natak humein duniya ki nazron se bachayega, par ye toh mere bete ke dimaag par chadh gaya hai. Wo bhool gaya hai ki main uski Maa hoon. Wo mujhe kisi khilone ki tarah treat kar raha hai. Jab chahe kiss kar liya, jab chahe daba diya... Chee!”
Trupti ko apni galti ka ehsaas ho raha tha. Wo 'submission' (samarpan) jo usne dikhaya tha, usne Rahul ko Dominating bana diya tha. Use laga ki Rahul ab uski izzat nahi karta, balki use apni property samajhne laga hai.

Trupti ne thande paani se chehra dhoya aur gehre saans li. Uske dimaag mein kal shaam ki Shital aur Kriti ki baatein goonjnev lagin.
“Rahul possessive hai aur immature hai... tujhe usse breakup kar lena chahiye.”
Trupti: (Aaine mein khud ko dekhte hue) “Shital sahi keh rahi thi. Ye rishta... ye natak... ab Toxic hota ja raha hai. Agar maine ise abhi nahi roka, toh Rahul poori tarah haath se nikal jayega. Aur main yahan apni college life jeene aayi hoon, kisi ke ishare par naachne nahi.”
Trupti ne apni Sleeveless Kurti ko thik kiya aur apni Bindi ko adjust kiya. Uski aankhon mein ek naya nischay (determination) tha.
Trupti: “Bas! Bohot ho gaya. Mujhe Rahul se Breakup kar lena chahiye. Aaj hi main ye natak khatam karungi. Main use bol dungi ki aaj se hum sirf Classmates hain public mein, aur Maa-Beta private mein. Koi GF-BF nahi.”
Usne socha ki agar wo Rahul se alag ho gayi (natak mein), toh wo election bhi aaram se lad payegi aur Abhay ke saath bhi comfortable hokar kaam kar payegi bina kisi rok-tok ke.
Trupti: “Sorry Rahul... par tune apni hadd paar kar di hai. Ab tujhe sabak sikhana zaroori hai.”
Trupti washroom se bahar nikli. Uske chalne mein ab gussa nahi, balki ek thos faisla tha. Wo seedha class ki taraf gayi, jahan Rahul, Vikki aur Abhay sab uska intezaar kar rahe the.

Do-teen din beet chuke the aur college ka maahaul ab kisi tyohar (festival) jaisa ho gaya tha. Padhai puri tarah thapp pad chuki thi aur har taraf sirf Election Campaigning ka shor tha. Deewaron par bade-bade posters, hawa mein udte pamhplets aur dhol-nagadon ki aawaaz ne college ko gher rakha tha.

Is chunavi maidan mein ab do bade panels aamne-saamne the.

1. Team Progress: Jiska chehra the Abhay Pratap Singh (Boys CR) aur Trupti Sharma (Girls CR). Inka agenda tha "Student Welfare aur Discipline".
   
2. Team Power: Jiske leader the Vikki (Boys CR) aur uske saath khadi thi Niti (Girls CR). Niti college ki ek ultra-modern, short skirt pehenne wali aur tez-tarraar ladki thi jo Vikki ki 'chamchi' maani jati thi. Vikki ne Rahul ke mana karne ke bawajood election mein hissa liya tha, sirf isliye taaki wo Abhay aur Trupti ko hara sake aur Trupti ko 'aukat' dikha sake.
   

College ke Activity Hall mein Abhay ki team zor-shor se kaam kar rahi thi. Zameen par bade-bade chart papers phailay hue the, paint ke dabbe khule the aur brushes chal rahe the.
Trupti aaj behad simple par attractive lag rahi thi. Usne ek Yellow Kurti pehni thi aur apne lambe baalon ko ek Messy Bun (juda) mein baandh rakha tha taaki kaam karte waqt baal beech mein na aayein. Uske chehre par halka pasina chamak raha tha jo uski mehnat aur lagan dikha raha tha.
Abhay Trupti ke bilkul paas baitha tha. Wo dono mil kar ek bada banner paint kar rahe the jisme likha tha: "Vote for Trupti".
Abhay: (Muskurate hue) “Trupti, tumhari handwriting kitni sundar hai yaar. Meri toh doctors wali hai, koi padh bhi na paye.”
Trupti: (Hanste hue) “Haan, kyunki main dil se kaam kar rahi hoon, aur tum sirf jeetne ke liye.”
Abhay ne Trupti ko gaur se dekha. Trupti haste waqt kitni masoom lag rahi thi. Abhay ne mazaak mein apna paint wala brush uthaya aur Trupti ki naak (nose) par laal rang ka ek tika laga diya.
Trupti: (Chaukte hue) “Oye! Ye kya kiya?”
Abhay: “Nazar utaar raha tha. Kahin meri hi nazar na lag jaye tumhe.”
Trupti ka dil zor se dhadka. Wo gussa hone ki bajaye sharma (blush) gayi. Usne bhi badle mein apni ungli paint mein duboyi aur Abhay ke gaal par laga di.
Trupti: (Masti mein) “Hisaab barabar! Ab hum dono 'Rangeen' lag rahe hain.”
Dono khilkhila kar hans pade. Unki hansi hall mein goonj rahi thi. Wahan maujood baaki students bhi unhe dekh kar smile kar rahe the. Sabko lag raha tha ki ye dono waqayi Best Couple hain. Trupti, jo pichle kuch dinon se Rahul ke dabav mein thi, aaj Abhay ke saath khul kar saans le rahi thi. Use Rahul ki yaad tak nahi aa rahi thi.




Hall ke darwaze par khade Rahul aur Vikki ye nazara dekh rahe the. Rahul ki mutthiyan bhichi hui thin. Uski Maa, jo uske liye 'maal' aur 'personal property' thi, aaj kisi aur mard ke saath rangon se khel rahi thi aur itni khush thi jitni wo Rahul ke saath kabhi nahi dikhi.

Vikki: (Daant peeste hue) “Dekh raha hai Rahul? Dekh kaise khilkhila rahi hai teri... I mean, teri bandi. Abhay ne toh poora kabza kar liya hai us par. Wo paint laga raha hai aur ye hans rahi hai. Agar main wahan hota toh paint ki jagah kuch aur laga deta.”
Rahul: (Jalan mein) “Chup kar Vikki! Mera dimaag pehle hi kharab hai.”
Udhar Niti, jo Vikki ke bagal mein khadi thi aur chewing gum chaba rahi thi, usne ek nasty comment kiya.
Niti: “Vikki baby, ye Trupti Aunty toh badi fast nikli. Pehle Rahul, ab Abhay. Lagta hai election jeetne ke liye ye kisi ke saath bhi so sakti hai.”
Rahul ne gusse se Niti ko ghura, par wo kuch bol nahi paya kyunki ye wahi image thi jo ab ban rahi thi. Trupti ki khushi Rahul ke liye zeher banti ja rahi thi.




Kaam khatam hone ke baad, Trupti apna bag utha kar bahar nikli. Abhay uske saath-saath chal raha tha. Rahul ne rasta rokne ki koshish ki.

Rahul: (Rukhaapan dikhate hue) “Trupti... suno. Mujhe baat karni hai.”
Trupti ne Rahul ko dekha. Uski aankhon mein ab wo purana darr nahi tha. Usne Rahul ko aise dekha jaise wo koi mamooli classmate ho.
Trupti: (Thande swar mein) “Abhi nahi Rahul. Main Abhay ke saath campaign strategy discuss karne ja rahi hoon. Baad mein milte hain.”
Trupti ne bina Rahul ke jawab ka intezaar kiye, Abhay ke saath aage badh gayi. Abhay ne Rahul ko ek vijayi muskaan (winning smile) di aur Trupti ke kandhe par halka haath rakha.
Rahul wahi corridor mein khada reh gaya. Uski Maa ne pehli baar use ignore kiya tha, wo bhi us ladke ke liye jise Rahul sabse zyada nafrat karta tha. Trupti ki 'GF acting' khatam hone ki kagar par thi, aur 'Real Romance' Abhay ke saath shuru hota dikh raha tha.


Doapher ka waqt tha, college canteen mein shor-sharaba tha. Rahul ek table par akela baitha tha, uska chehra utra hua tha. Uske haath mein mobile tha aur wo baar-baar Trupti ke 'Last Seen' aur 'Blue Ticks' check kar raha tha. Usne subah se 10 calls aur 20 messages kiye the—"Mummy please baat karo", "Sorry baby", "Ek baar milo"—lekin Trupti ne na call uthaya aur na hi reply kiya. Wo poori tarah se use ghost kar rahi thi.

Tabhi Rahul ke kuch doston ka group wahan aaya aur hansi-thitholi shuru ho gayi.
Dost 1: (Rahul ki peeth thaptapate hue) “Kyun bhai Rahul? Aajkal Bhabhi ji dikh nahi rahin tere saath? Suna hai Abhay bhai ke saath kuch zyada hi busy hain election campaign mein.”
Dost 2: (Haste hue) “Arre tujhe nahi pata? Abhay aur Trupti naye 'Power Couple' hain. Rahul ka toh kat gaya bhai! Abhay ne bhari mehfil se chidiya uda li.”
Dost 3: “Sahi mein yaar, kal maine dekha garden mein dono kaise hansi-mazaak kar rahe the. Paint-vaint laga rahe the ek dusre ko. Rahul bhai, tu toh side character ban gaya apni hi Love Story mein.”
Rahul ka khoon khual raha tha, par wo kuch bol nahi paya. Uski aankhein sharam aur gusse se jhuk gayin. Use mehsus ho raha tha ki kaise uska control uski Maa par se phisalta ja raha hai.

Tabhi wahan Vikki aaya. Uska chehra tanaav mein tha. Wo Abhay ke saath lagayi hui shart (Naked Run) ki wajah se pareshan tha. Agar wo haara, toh poore college ke saamne nanga daudna padega, aur ye baat use khaaye ja rahi thi.
Vikki: (Chair khinch kar baithte hue) “Rahul! Tu yahan baitha hai aur wahan Abhay votes bator raha hai. Teri bandi uske gun-gaan ga rahi hai. Agar main haara na, toh tujhe bhi nahi chhodunga.”
Isse pehle ki Rahul kuch bolta, wahan Niti ki entry hui. Niti college ke Trustee ki beti thi, behad ameer aur ghamandi. Usne ek short skirt aur crop top pehna tha, aur haath mein mehnga iPhone tha. Niti ko college mein apni manmani karne ki aadat thi, par jab se Trupti aayi thi, Niti ki popularity kam ho gayi thi. Ladke ab Niti ko chhod kar Trupti ko taadte the, jisse Niti Trupti se Jalan (Jealousy) rakhti thi.
Niti: (Chewing gum chabaate hue) “Oh God Vikki! Tum log abhi tak us 'Aunty' ke baare mein baat kar rahe ho? Mujhe samajh nahi aata ladkon ko usme dikhta kya hai. Budhi ho gayi hai, phir bhi college mein jawani dikhati phirti hai.”
Vikki: “Niti, wo strong opponent hai. Abhay ke saath milkar wo humein hara sakti hai. Humein kuch karna padega.”

Niti ne ek chair li aur bade style se apne pair table par rakh diye. Uski aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak thi.
Niti: “Dekho Vikki, election imandari se nahi, Power aur Politics se jeeta jata hai. Main Trustee ki beti hoon, mujhe pata hai kaise kisi ko girana hai.”
Rahul: (Dheere se) “Kya karogi tum?”
Niti: (Rahul ko ghurte hue) “Tumhari us 'Girlfriend' ka Character dhila kar denge. Kal Open Debate hai auditorium mein. Saare students aur teachers honge. Wahan hum Trupti se aise sawal puchwayenge ki wo sharam se paani-paani ho jaye.”
Vikki: (Dilchaspi lete hue) “Matlab?”
Niti: “Matlab ye ki hum ye afwah (rumor) faila denge ki Trupti ke Deepak Sir (Professor) ke saath chakkar chal rahe hain. Aur kal debate mein main usse puchungi ki wo marks ke liye kaun-kaun se teachers ko khush karti hai. Jab bhari sabha mein uski izzat uchlegi, toh wo ro degi. Uska confidence toot jayega aur wo election se bhaag jayegi.”
Rahul ye sunkar chaunka. Uski Maa ki izzat uchalne ki baat ho rahi thi. Par Vikki ne Rahul ke ghutne par haath rakha.
Vikki: “Sahi plan hai Niti! Rahul, tu emotional mat ho. Soch, jab Trupti wahan sabke saamne zaleel hogi aur royegi, tab Tu entry marna. Tu wahan jakar use sahara dena, uske aansu pochna. Jab duniya uspar thukegi, tab tu uska hero ban jana. Isse wo wapas tere paas aa jayegi aur Abhay ka saath chhod degi.”
Rahul ke dimaag mein ye baat ghar kar gayi. Use laga ki yahi ek tareeka hai Trupti ko wapas pane ka aur Abhay se door karne ka. Uski Maa ki badnaami hogi, par badle mein wo Rahul ke control mein wapas aa jayegi.
Rahul: (Man markar) “Theek hai... par use zyada dukh nahi hona chahiye.”
Niti: (Haste hue) “Oh please Rahul! Jung aur ishq mein sab jayaz hai. Kal dekhna, tumhari Trupti Aunty ka asli chehra kaise utarta hai.”
Teeno ne milkar ye ganda plan banaya. Ek taraf Abhay Trupti ko jeetane ki taiyari kar raha tha, aur doosri taraf Trupti ka apna beta aur uske dushman use bhari mehfil mein nanga (metaphorically) karne ki saazish rach rahe the.


Agla din College Auditorium students se khacha-khach bhara hua tha. Stage par bright spotlights jali hui thin, aur hawa mein tanaav (tension) saaf mehsoos ho raha tha. Aaj Open Debate tha—jahan candidates ko students ke sawalon ka jawab dena tha aur apne opponents se bahas karni thi.

Stage ke Right side par 'Team Progress' khadi thi—Abhay ek sharp Black Shirt aur Grey trousers mein kisi Corporate CEO jaisa lag raha tha. Uske bagal mein khadi thi Trupti, jisne aaj western kapde chhod kar ek Peach colour ki Saree pehni thi. Saree ka pallu elegantly pin kiya hua tha, par uska blouse Sleeveless aur Deep Back wala tha, jo uski 'Sanskari' image mein bhi 'Sex Appeal' ka tadka laga raha tha. Uski kamar ka ek chhota sa hissa saree ke dbang se jhank raha tha.
Left side par 'Team Power' thi—Vikki, jo gusse mein lag raha tha, aur Niti, jo aaj poori tayari ke saath aayi thi Trupti ko zaleel karne ke liye. Rahul audience ki pehli row mein baitha tha, dil thaam kar us pal ka intezaar kar raha tha jab Trupti royegi aur wo stage par jakar use sambhalega.




Debate shuru hui. Shuruat mein normal sawal-jawab huye—canteen ka khana, library ki timings, sports budget. Abhay aur Trupti ne bade suljhe hue jawab diye, jisse audience kaafi impress thi. Vikki ke jawab aggressive the aur Niti bas aankhein ghumati rahi.

Tabhi Anchor ne kaha: “Ab Opponents ek-dusre se sawal puch sakte hain.”
Niti ne turant mic cheen liya. Uski aankhon mein wo shaitani chamak thi jo Rahul aur Vikki ne plan ki thi. Usne Trupti ko upar se neeche tak gandi nazar se dekha.
Niti: (Mic par, sarcastic tone mein) “Mera sawal Miss Trupti se hai. Trupti ji, aap college mein nayi hain, par badi jaldi famous ho gayi hain. Suna hai ki aapke marks assignments submit karne se pehle hi achhe aa jate hain?”
Audience mein Sannata cha gaya. Trupti hairan thi.
Niti: (Aage bolte hue) “Log kehte hain ki Deepak Sir (Professor) aap par kuch zyada hi meherbaan hain. Kya ye sach hai ki aap unke cabin mein 'Extra Classes' ke liye rukti hain? Ya fir aap apne looks aur dressing sense ka fayda utha kar marks bator rahi hain? Kyunki hum jaise students toh padhai karte hain, par aap shayad kuch aur hi...”
Poore hall mein "Oooooo..." aur phus-phusahat shuru ho gayi. Ladke ek-dusre ko dekh kar hansne lage. Vikki smug face banakar khada tha. Rahul apni seat par aage jhuka, soch raha tha ki bas ab Trupti royegi.
Trupti ka chehra sharam se laal ho gaya. Ek Maa hone ke naate, bhari mehfil mein 'Characterless' aur 'Teacher ke saath sone wali' ladki kehlaana uske liye kisi thappad se kam nahi tha. Uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Usne socha, 'Ye ladki kitni ghatiya hai.'

Rahul uthne hi wala tha ki Trupti ko sahara de, par tabhi Trupti ne gehra saans liya. Usne apne 40 saal ke jeevan ka anubhav aur Maa wali garima ko ikhatta kiya. Wo royi nahi.
Trupti ne mic uthaya aur Niti ki aankhon mein aankhein daal kar boli.
Trupti: (Shaant aur damdaar aawaz mein) “Niti, mujhe afsos hai ki ek ladki hokar tum doosri ladki ki mehnat aur kabliyat ko uske kapdon aur character se jod rahi ho. Mere marks public hain, aur mere assignments bhi. Agar tumhe lagta hai ki main 'Extra Classes' leti hoon, toh tum kal mere marksheet aur attendance record check kar sakti ho.”
Hall mein sannata tha. Trupti ki aawaz mein kampan nahi, confidence tha.
Trupti: “Rahi baat Deepak Sir ki, toh wo mere pita ki umra ke hain. Aisi ghatiya baatein karke tum meri nahi, balki apni soch ki gandagi dikha rahi ho. Election muddon (issues) par lada jata hai, kichad uchal kar nahi.”
Audience mein se kuch ladkiyon ne taaliyan bajayi. Niti ka daanv ulta pad raha tha, par wo baaz nahi aayi.
Niti: (Chidh kar) “Oh please! Ye emotional drama mat karo. Sabko dikhta hai tum kaise ladkon aur teachers ko apni taraf kheenchti ho. Abhay ko bhi toh tumne apne jaal mein...”

Isse pehle ki Niti Abhay aur Trupti ke rishte par aur kichad uchalti, Abhay ne Niti ke haath se mic lagbhag cheen liya. Abhay ka chehra gusse se tamtama raha tha. Wo Trupti ke aage aa kar khada ho gaya, bilkul ek Dhaal (Shield) ki tarah.
Abhay: (Gusse mein chillate hue) “Bas Niti! Ek shabd aur nahi. Sharam aani chahiye tumhe. Haar ke darr se tum itna neeche gir jaogi, maine socha nahi tha.”
Abhay ne Trupti ke kandhe par haath rakha aur poori audience ko address kiya.
Abhay: “Main Trupti ko pichle kuch mahino se jaanta hoon. Wo is college ki sabse Mehanti aur Decent ladki hai. Agar wo teachers ki respect karti hai ya sabse ache se baat karti hai, toh iska matlab ye nahi ki tum uske character par ungli uthao.”
Abhay ne Vikki ki taraf ungli dikhayi. Abhay: “Aur sun lo Vikki aur Niti... Agar kisi ne bhi Trupti ke baare mein ek bhi ghalat shabd bola, toh mujhse bura koi nahi hoga. Election bhaad mein jaye, main apni Partner ki Izzat par aanch nahi aane dunga. She is pure gold, and you guys are just dust.”
Poore auditorium mein taaliyon ki gadgadahat goonj uthi. "Abhay! Abhay! Abhay!" ke naare lagne lage. Students ko Abhay ka ye protective roop behad pasand aaya.

Trupti hairani se Abhay ko dekh rahi thi. Wo ladka, jise wo kuch din pehle tak sirf ek 'Aashiq' samajhti thi, aaj sabke saamne uski izzat ke liye lad raha tha. Abhay ka chauda seena aur wo gussail chehra Trupti ko behad attractive laga.

Jab shor thoda kam hua, Abhay ne Trupti ki taraf dekha aur dheere se pucha: Abhay: (Bina mic ke) “Tum theek ho na?”
Trupti ki aankhon mein aansu the, par dukh ke nahi, khushi ke. Usne sabke saamne, bina kisi darr ke, Abhay ka haath pakad liya.
Trupti: (Dheere se) “Thank you Abhay. Aaj tumne wo kiya jo... jo koi aur nahi kar paya.”
Ye bolte waqt Trupti ki nazar audience mein baithe Rahul par gayi. Rahul wahi jam gaya tha. Uska plan buri tarah fail ho chuka tha. Wo 'Hero' banne wala tha, par Abhay asli Hero ban gaya tha. Trupti ki aankhon mein Rahul ke liye nirasha thi aur Abhay ke liye bepanah izzat aur attraction.
Rahul ne dekha ki kaise Trupti Abhay ke kareeb khadi ho gayi, uska haath abhi bhi Abhay ke haath mein tha. Uski Maa, jo kal tak uske control mein thi, aaj kisi aur mard ke protection mein mehfooz mehsoos kar rahi thi.


Auditorium mein taaliyon ki goonj abhi bhi hawa mein thirak rahi thi. "Team Progress" ke naare lag rahe the. Trupti stage par khadi thi, uska seena garv aur ek anokhi rahat se phool raha tha. Usne ek nazar niche audience mein baithe Rahul aur Vikki par dali—unke chehre utre hue the, jaise unki saari makkari unhi par bhari pad gayi ho.

Trupti ne palat kar Abhay ko dekha. Abhay abhi bhi gusse mein tha, uski mutthiyan bhichi hui thin, jaise wo abhi bhi Trupti ki dhaal bana ho. Trupti ke dimaag mein purani yaadein bijli ki tarah koundi—kaise college aane ke baad Rahul ne use 'acting' ke naam par har jagah dabaya, kaise Vikki ne bus mein uske saath gandi harkat ki aur security officer wale ke saamne use nanga hone par majboor kiya. Un logo ne use sirf ek 'jism' samjha tha.
Lekin Abhay... sirf Abhay hi tha jisne uski izzat ke liye poore college se panga le liya. Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki uske dil ke kisi kone mein Abhay ke liye dabe paanv pyaar dastak de raha hai. Jab bhi Abhay use dekhta, Trupti ka dil zor se dhadakta, uske pet mein titliyan udne lagti (fluttering), aur wo kisi teenager ki tarah blush karne lagti.
Trupti: (Mann mein) “Kash... kash main shadi-shuda na hoti. Kash meri umra itni zyada na hoti. Agar main sach mein ek jawan ladki hoti, toh shayad main Abhay se be-intehaan pyaar kar baithti. Kitna khush-kismat hogi wo ladki jo iski biwi banegi.”

Dheere-dheere bheed kam hone lagi. Students auditorium se bahar nikal gaye. Rahul bhi gusse mein pair patakta hua bahar chala gaya. Stage par ab sirf Abhay aur Trupti bache the. Spotlight ki halki roshni un dono par pad rahi thi.
Trupti dheere se Abhay ke paas aayi. Uske Peach saree ka pallu hawa mein halka sa lehraya.
Trupti: (Dheemi aur naram aawaz mein) “Thank you Abhay... sach mein. Aaj tumne jo kiya, wo mere liye kisi sapne se kam nahi tha. Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki koi mere liye aise khada hoga.”
Abhay ki gussail aankhein ab naram pad gayi thin. Usne Trupti ki taraf ek kadam badhaya, unke beech ka fasla ab khatam ho chuka tha.
Abhay: (Ek gehri aur sexy muskaan ke saath) “Trupti... jab duniya tumhari taraf kanch ke tukde phenk rahi ho, toh mera farz banta hai ki main tumhare aage ek deewar ban kar khada ho jaun. Tumhe rone ke liye nahi, hansi bikherne ke liye banaya gaya hai.”
Trupti: (Hans kar, aankhon mein chamak ke saath) “Oh God Abhay! Tum kitne Corny ho. Ye filmi dialogues kahan se seekhte ho? 'Duniya kanch phenk rahi hai'... sach mein?”
Abhay ne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha, uski nazar Trupti ke hothon par thahri.
Abhay: “Main corny nahi hoon Trupti, main bas ek Aashiq hoon jo apni manzil ke liye kisi se bhi lad sakta hai. Tumhe shayad mazaak lage, par mere liye tumse badhkar kuch nahi hai.”




Trupti ka dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use laga Abhay ko sunayi de raha hoga. Abhay ki baaton ne uske andar ki 'Aurat' ko jagrit kar diya tha. Use laga ki sirf 'Thank you' bolna kafi nahi hai.
Trupti ne himmat jutaayi. Wo thoda aur kareeb aayi, uske jism ki mehak Abhay ke hosh uda rahi thi. Usne apne haath Abhay ke kandhon par rakhe aur halka sa uchak kar apne gulaabi hoth Abhay ke gaal par tika diye.
Wo ek soft aur lamba kiss tha. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki Abhay ka gaal thoda garam tha. Abhay ne hairani mein apni aankhein band kar lin. Us ek pal mein Trupti ne apni saari feelings, apna shukriya aur apni dabi hui chahat us kiss mein piro di thi.
Trupti: (Alag hote hue, sharam se laal hokar) “Ye us 'corny' dialogue ke liye tha. Bye Abhay!”
Trupti palti aur apni saree sambhalti hui tezi se stage se niche utar gayi. Wo bhag rahi thi, kyunki use darr tha ki agar wo ek pal aur ruki, toh shayad wo Abhay ke gale lag jati aur sab sach ugal deti.
Abhay wahi khada reh gaya, apne gaal par haath rakhe jahan Trupti ne kiss kiya tha. Uske hothon par ek vijayi aur sachi muskaan thi.
Abhay: (Dheere se) “Ab toh tum meri ho kar rahogi, Trupti Sharma.”
Door parde ke piche se Rahul ne ye sab dekh liya tha. Uske chehre par ab dard nahi, balki ek shaitani junoon tha. Use samajh aa gaya tha ki uski 'Maa' ab uske haath se nikal kar Abhay ki 'Mehbooba' ban chuki hai.