Adultery My wife become Mirzapur ki Malika

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Tripathi Haveli – Subah ka Waqt
Tripathi Haveli ke bade se baithak mein bhayanak khamoshi thi, sirf upar chalte hue purane pankhe ki char-char sunayi de rahi thi. Kaleen Bhaiya apni aalishan kursi par baithe ek purane nakshe (map) ko ghoor rahe the. Maqbool ek kone mein hath jode khada tha.
Munna andar dakhil hua, uski aankhon mein raat ki hawas aur excitement abhi bhi tazi thi. Usne aakar apne baap ke saamne wali kursi khinchi aur baith gaya.
"Bulaaya pitaji?" Munna ne pucha, uski aawaz mein wahi purani besabri thi.
Kaleen Bhaiya ne apni gardan uthayi. Unki nigahein Munna ke chehre par thithak gayi, jaise wo uske paseene aur uski halki thaki hui shakal se sab samajh rahe hon. "Jaunpur ki supply chain ab kamzor pad rahi hai, Munna. Sharad Shukla ke raste mein security officer aur corrupt officials ko humne set kar diya hai. Uske afeem (opium) ke saare bade deals par humne fake tips bhijwa di hain."
Munna ke chehre par ek shaitani muskurahat aayi. "Toh kab kuddna hai wahan? Main toh kab se us kutte Sharad ka gala kaatne ke liye taiyaar hoon. Usne bohot uchal-kood kar li hai."
"Jaldbaazi nahi, Munna," Kaleen ne thanda hokar kaha. "Sharad ke gang mein humne rift (phat) daal di hai. Aaj raat humla hoga. Banwari ne borders ka scout kar liya hai. Hum uski supply chain poori tarah tod denge. Raat ke andhere mein hamla karo, aur Jaunpur ka poora ilaaka Tripathi parivaar ka hona chahiye."
Munna ki aankhen chamak uthi. "Bas hukum kijiye. Aaj raat Jaunpur ki sadkein Sharad ke gundon ke khoon se laal hongi."
Kaleen Bhaiya ne ek gehri saans li aur Munna ko ghoora. Unke dimaag mein Maqbool ki wo report chal rahi thi—Pranali Sharma aur Sharad Shukla ka Mumbai wala affair. Wo jante the ki agar ye baat Munna ko pata chali, toh wo gusse mein pagal hokar sab kuch tabaah kar dega. Munna ke liye Pranali sirf ek 'toy' thi, par Sharad ke liye wo kamzori ban chuki thi.
"Yeh aurat teri sabse badi kamzori ban sakti hai, Munna... par abhi tujhe ye batana sahi nahi hai," Kaleen ne apne dimaag mein socha. Unhe Pranali ko ek 'Mohra' (pawn) ki tarah istemaal karna tha taaki Sharad khud chal kar Mirzapur aaye aur maut ke mooh mein gire.
"Tayyari karo. Aaj raat khoon bahega," Kaleen ne baat khatam ki.


Pranali Sharma’s House – Wahi Subah

Suraj ki pehli kiran ke saath hi Pranali ki aankh khuli. Uska jism aise dard kar raha tha jaise use kisi ne buri tarah peeta ho. Raat wali SUV ki hardcore chudai ke nishaan uski jaanghon aur uske dil dono par the. Wo dabe paon uthi aur kitchen mein chali gayi.
Usne jaldi se gas jalayi aur chai ka bartan rakha. Wo abhi bhi wahi nighty pehni hui thi jiske neeche se Munna ne use buri tarah noch liya tha. Uske gale mein Munna ka diya hua wo kaala 'M' pendant wala necklace shawl ke niche chupa hua tha.
Achanak, piche se do haath uski kamar par lipat gaye. Pranali darte hue uchal padi.
"Hey... main hoon, daro mat," Soham ki aawaz aayi. Wo uth gaya tha.
"S-Soham... aap? Itni jaldi?" Pranali ne apna pallu theek karne ki koshish ki.
Soham ne use piche se kaskar hug kar liya aur apna chehra uski gardan mein chupa diya. "Tum itni jaldi uth gayi... tumhe miss kar raha tha." Soham ka haath uski peeth par ghumne laga, par achanak wo ruk gaya.
Soham ne apni eyebrow upar ki. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Pranali ne nighty ke niche bra nahi pehni hai. Uske sensitive aur heavy uroj (breasts) bilkul nange nighty ke kapde ke aar-paar Soham ko mehsoos ho rahe the. "Bra nahi pehni aaj? Itni subah itni free kahan ghum rahi ho?" Soham ne thoda chhedte hue pucha, par uski aankhon mein ek chota sa shak (suspicion seed) chamka.
Pranali ka chehra barf jaisa thanda pad gaya. Raat ko Munna ne jab use choda tha, toh usne bra utar kar piche phenk di thi aur jaldi mein wo wapas pehenna bhool gayi. "W-wo... garmi lag rahi thi bohot, aur waise bhi ghar mein hi toh hoon," usne jhooth bola aur turant Soham se door hatkar chai banane ka naatak karne lagi.
Soham ne kuch nahi kaha, par wo use ghoorta raha. Tabhi kitchen ke slab par rakha Pranali ka phone vibrate hua.
WhatsApp Message: Sharad Shukla
"Good morning meri jaan. Subah subah tera wo masoom chehra yaad aa raha hai jo Mumbai mein mere paas tha... Ek baar call karu? Bohot mann hai teri aawaz sunne ka."
Pranali ne furti se phone uthaya aur use ulta karke rakh diya. Uska dil dhol ki tarah baj raha tha. Sharad ka ye 'caring boyfriend' wala roop use sukoon deta tha, par is waqt wo maut ka farman lag raha tha.
"Kiska message hai?" Soham ne pucha.
"Office ka group hai... sab subah-subah shuru ho jate hain," Pranali ne bina dekhe kaha.
Wo chai cup mein daalne lagi, par achanak... chai ki pati aur garam doodh ki mehak uske naak se takrayi.
Uska gala achanak ghum gaya. Uske pet mein ek bhayanak ainth (cramp) hui aur use laga ki wo abhi wahin ulti (vomit) kar degi. Usne jhatke se chai ka cup rakha aur bathroom ki taraf daudi.
"Pranali! Kya hua?" Soham piche se chilla raha tha.




Pranali ne washbasin par jhuk kar halka sa gag (vomiting sound) kiya, par kuch bahar nahi aaya—sirf halka sa pani. Uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya aur saansein ukhad gayi. Usne aaine mein dekha. Uske gaal thode fule hue the, aur uski chhatiyon ka bhari-pan ab kisi aam wajah se nahi lag raha tha.

Kya main sach mein pregnant hoon? Munna ka bacha... ya Sharad ka? Soham darwaze par khada tha. "Theek ho? Kya hua achanak?"
Pranali ne jaldi se apna muh dhoya aur palat kar boli, "Kuch nahi... shayad raat ko kuch galat kha liya tha. Gastric ho raha hai bas."
Usne muskurane ki koshish ki, par uska dimaag ab ek naye narak mein phans gaya tha. Mirzapur mein underworld ka war shuru hone wala tha, aur uske jism ke andar ek aisi jang shuru ho chuki thi jo pure Mirzapur ko tabaah karne ki taakat rakhti thi.




Ghar se bank nikalne ke bahaane, Pranali ne auto rasta badalwa kar ek door ke medical store par roka. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use laga shayad chemist bhi uski dhak-dhak sun lega. Usne ek pregnancy test kit khareedi aur jaldi se bank ke ladies washroom mein ghus gayi.

Locker room ke sannate mein, uske kaampte hue haathon ne wo test kiya. Teen minute ka intezaar uski zindagi ke sabse lambe saal lag rahe the. Jab usne kit uthayi, toh wahan do gehri gulabi (pink) lakeerein chamak rahi thi.
Pranali wahi toilet seat par dher ho gayi. Uska sir ghoomne laga. Wo pregnant thi. Par sabse bhayanak sawal uske saamne khada tha—Is bacche ka baap kaun hai?
Uski aankhon ke saamne pichle kuch hafton ki film chalne lagi. Soham... uska pati, jo mahine mein mushkil se ek-do baar uske kareeb aata tha, aur wo bhi bohot sadharan tareeke se. Munna Tripathi... jisne car mein, terrace par, aur hospital mein use kisi janwar ki tarah bhoga tha, har baar use apne garm ras se poori tarah bhar (creampie) diya tha. Aur Sharad Shukla... Mumbai ke un teen dino mein jisne use ek pal ke liye bhi nanga chhodna gawara nahi kiya tha, jiske junoon ne use har raat kai baar orgasm tak pahunchaya tha.
"Munna ka be-reham nishaan hai mere pet mein? Ya Sharad ka wo pyaar bhara ansh? Ya phir Soham ka...?" Pranali ne apna sarr pakad liya. Paternity ka koi hisaab nahi tha. Wo teen mardon ki hawas aur chahat ka ek mishran ban chuki thi.
Use is waqt kisi se baat karni thi, koi sahara chahiye tha. Sharad Jaunpur mein tha, use yahan se call karna maut ko dawat dena tha. Usne darrte-darrte Munna ka number dial kiya. Munna Mirzapur mein tha, taakatwar tha, shayad wo kuch rasta nikaal sake.
Do ring ke baad Munna ne phone uthaya. Piche se gadiyon ke horn aur hathiyaron ki khad-khadahat ki aawaz aa rahi thi.
"Munna ji... mujhe aapse kuch bohot zaroori baat karni hai. Abhi mil sakte hain?" Pranali ki aawaz roansi thi.
"Arre madam, aaj nahi. Aaj bohot bada kaam hai," Munna ne rukhepan se kaha. "Guddu aur Banwari ke saath tayyari chal rahi hai."
"Please Munna ji, sirf 5 minute. Meri tabiyat theek nahi hai, mujhe doctor ke paas jaana hai, main bohot ghabra rahi hoon..." Pranali gidgidayi.
"Bola na aaj nahi!" Munna chilla pada. "Aaj raat Jaunpur nikalna hai. Us kutte Sharad Shukla ka tamasha khatam karna hai. Kalin bhaiya ka hukum hai, aaj poora Jaunpur Tripathi ke pairon mein hoga. Tu ghar baith aur tiffin kha, kal milunga."
Munna ko ye ratti bhar bhi andaza nahi tha ki jis Sharad ko wo maarne ja raha hai, wo Pranali ka lover hai aur shayad uske hone wale bacche ka baap bhi. Usne bina Pranali ki baat sune call kaat diya.
Pranali ke haath se phone chhoot kar niche gir gaya. Uska poora jism barf ki tarah thanda pad gaya. Munna... Jaunpur ja raha hai. Munna... Sharad ko maarne ja raha hai.
Uska dimaag sunn ho gaya. Ek taraf wo mard hai jo uske jism ka maalik hai (Munna), aur dusri taraf wo mard hai jisne use rani hone ka ehsaas dilaya (Sharad). Agar aaj raat Munna ne hamla kiya, toh Sharad ka bachna mushkil tha. Aur agar Sharad mar gaya... toh uske pet mein pal rahe is ansh ka kya hoga?
"Mujhe Sharad ko warn karna hoga. Mujhe use batana hoga ki Munna aaj raat aa raha hai," usne socha. Par agar Kaleen Bhaiya ko pata chala ki usne khabar leak ki hai, toh wo aur uska poora parivaar mitti mein mil jayenge.
Pranali bank ke washroom se bahar aayi, uski aankhein laal thi aur chehra bilkul safed. Usne apne bag se phone nikala aur Sharad ka number dekha. Sharad ko bachana tha, par kaise? Munna ki darindgi aur Sharad ka ishq... Mirzapur ki ye Malika ab apne hi bache ke baap ko marte hue dekhne wali thi, ya phir gaddari ka wo rasta chunne wali thi jahan se wapsi mumkin nahi thi.
Usne thook nigla, ek kone mein khadi hui aur Sharad ko message type karne lagi, par uske haath itne kaanp rahe the ki wo 'Send' button nahi daba paa rahi thi. Mirzapur ka asli khuni khel ab uske garbh (womb) se shuru hokar Jaunpur ki sadkon tak pahunchne wala tha.



Pranali ke haath thar-thar kaanp rahe the jab usne washroom ka darwaza andar se band kiya. Do gulabi lakeerein—ek taraf maut ka darr, dusri taraf zindagi ka ansh. Usne apne pet par haath rakha. Kiska hai tu? Munna ka darinda khoon, ya Sharad ka ishq? Par abhi sawal baap ka nahi, Sharad ki jaan ka tha.
Usne darr ko thook ke saath nigla aur Sharad ka number dial kiya.

Jaunpur mein Sharad apne aalishan baramde mein baitha afeem ki supply ka hisaab dekh raha tha, tabhi uska phone baja. Pranali ka naam dekhte hi uske sakht chehre par ek mithi muskurahat aa gayi.
"Pranali? Itni jaldi meri yaad aa gayi?" Sharad ne bade pyaar se pucha.
"Sharad... suno," Pranali ki aawaz kisi sookhe patte ki tarah tharra rahi thi. "Bhag jao wahan se. Abhi... isi waqt. Munna... Munna Tripathi apne gundon aur hathiyaron ke saath Jaunpur ke liye nikal chuka hai. Wo tumhe maarne aa raha hai Sharad. Kaleen Bhaiya ne hukum de diya hai."
Sharad ki aankhen thodi sikudi, par wo bhaga nahi. Uske dimaag mein ek shatranj ki baazi chalne lagi. "Munna aa raha hai? Use kaise pata chala ki main Jaunpur mein itna active hoon?"
"Mujhe nahi pata... par wo aaj raat tumhe khatam kar dega. Please Sharad, meri khatir... kahin chhup jao," Pranali rone lagi thi.
Sharad ne gehri saans li, uska lehja ab ashiq wala nahi, balki ek khunkhaar don wala ho gaya tha. "Nahi Pranali. Sharad Shukla bhagta nahi hai. Agar Munna Mirzapur se chalkar mere ghar aa raha hai, toh uska swagat bohot khaas hoga. Tune mujhe warn karke mujhpar bohot bada ehsaan kiya hai. Ab tu fikar mat kar, apna dhyan rakh."
Sharad ne call kaata aur apne bodyguard ko chilla kar awaaz di. "Maqsood! Banwari aur Munna Mirzapur se border cross kar rahe hain. Hamare saare ladkon ko tayyar karo. Jaunpur ki galiyon mein aaj Mirzapur ka ghamand todenge."
Udhar Mirzapur mein, Pranali ne phone band kiya. Usne gaddari kar di thi. Munna Tripathi ki gaddari. Agar Munna ko pata chala ki khabar usne leak ki hai, toh uska garbh (womb) faad kar wo bacha nikal lega.

Pranali bank ke apne desk par wapas aayi, par uska dimaag Jaunpur ki sadkon par tha. Use har taraf goliyaan chalne ki aawazein sunayi de rahi thi. Stress aur darr ki wajah se uske pet mein ek ajeeb si ainth (cramp) shuru ho gayi.
Dophar ke 3 baje the. Bank mein bheed thi, par Pranali ko sab dhundla dikhne laga. Uska sir ghoom raha tha aur use mehsoos hua ki uski saree ke niche uski jaanghein thar-thar kaanp rahi hain.
"Pranali madam? Aap theek hain? Chehra bilkul safed pad gaya hai aapka," paas baithi colleague ne pucha.
Pranali kuch bolne hi wali thi ki achanak uski aankhon ke saamne andhera chha gaya. Wo kursi se niche gir gayi. Bank mein harr-kamp mach gaya. Log use uthane daude.



Manager ne turant Soham ko call kiya. Soham, jo tour se wapas aa kar office mein hi tha, badahwas hokar hospital pahuncha. Pranali emergency room mein thi. Soham bahar baitha apne haath masal raha tha, uske dimaag mein hazar khayal aa rahe the—kya Mumbai mein tabiyat zyada kharab ho gayi thi? Ya Mirzapur ki hawa use suit nahi kar rahi?

Kuch der baad doctor bahar aayi. Soham jhatke se khada hua.
"Doctor? Meri wife theek hai?" Soham ne ghabrate hue pucha.
Doctor ne ek gehri saans li aur Soham ke kandhe par haath rakha. Unke chehre par ek muskurahat thi. "Ghabrane ki baat nahi hai Soham ji. Stress aur weakness ki wajah se fainting hui thi. Par aapke liye ek bohot badi khushkhabri hai."
Soham ne sawaliya nazron se dekha.
"Mubarak ho. Pranali ji 6 hafte ki pregnant hain. Aap baap banne wale hain," doctor ne kaha.
Soham wahi thithak gaya. Uske chehre par pehle hairani, phir ek bohot badi khushi chamki. "Main... main baap banne wala hoon? Sahi mein?" Usne khushi ke maare doctor ka haath pakad liya.
Par andar, hosh mein aayi Pranali ne jab ye suna, toh uske jism se ek thandi jhurjhuri nikal gayi. Soham andar aaya, uski aankhon mein khushi ke aansu the. Usne Pranali ka haath pakda aur use choom liya. "Jaan! Tumne mujhe bataya kyun nahi? Humara dusra bacha... Aarav ka chota bhai ya behen..."
Pranali ne Soham ki aankhon mein dekha. Wo khushi jo Soham ki aankhon mein thi, wo Pranali ke liye ek zeher jaisi thi. Use darr lag raha tha... Agar 6 hafte ka hisaab lagaya jaye... toh ye bacha Soham ka ho hi nahi sakta. Ye ya toh Munna ka darinda hai, ya Sharad ka ishq.
Soham uske pet par haath rakh kar sapne dekhne laga tha, jabki Pranali ko darr tha ki aaj raat Jaunpur mein goliyaan chalengi. Agar Munna mara gaya, toh wo bacha anaath ho jayega. Agar Sharad mara gaya, toh uska baap mar jayega. Aur agar Soham ko sach pata chala... toh wo khud mar jayegi.



Raat dhal rahi thi. Jaunpur mein baarood ki mehak thi, aur Mirzapur ke hospital mein ek jhoothi khushi ka jashn. Mirzapur ki Malika ab apne hi garbh ke raaz mein qaid ho chuki thi.