Misc. Erotica Maa bani Classmate

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Subah ki pehli kiran jab hostel ke kamre mein dakhil hui, toh Trupti ki aankhein kisi bhayanak khwaab se jhatke mein khulin. Uska poora jism bhari ho raha tha, aur jaise hi usne apna thook nigla, uske halaq mein wahi namkeen aur gaadha zayka dobara ubhar aaya—pichli raat ka wo 'veerya' (cum). Wo swad abhi bhi uski jeebh par chipka hua tha, uske 'deep throat' aur 'swallow' ki gawaahi deta hua. Usne turant uthkar bathroom ki taraf doud lagayi aur baar-baar kulla karne lagi, par wo ehsaas uske dimaag se nahi nikal raha tha.

Wo aaine ke samne khadi hui aur apne su सूजे hue hothon ko dekhne lagi. Uske dimaag mein ek hi sawal hathode ki tarah baj raha tha: "Kaun tha wo?" Use yaad tha ki kaise usne use deewar se sata kar uske muh ko 'angrily' choda tha, kaise usne uska baal pakad kar apna poora lund uske gale mein utaara tha. Usne us shaks ko 'Abhay' pukara tha, usne use 'pyaar' kiya tha, par ab use ehsaas ho raha tha ki wo sparsh, wo mardana garmi Abhay ki nahi thi. Wo kuch zyada hi khunkhaar aur naseeli thi.


Pehla khayal use Abhay ko sab batane ka aaya. Usne phone uthaya bhi, par uske haath thar-tharane lage. "Nahi... main use nahi bata sakti," usne khud se fusfusaya. Abhay ka gussa aur uska junoon kisi se chhupa nahi tha. Agar use pata chala ki storage room mein koi aur tha, aur sabse badi baat—ki Trupti ne bina kisi virodh ke, 'satisfaction' ke saath us anjaan shaks ka kaam poora kiya, toh Abhay pagal ho jayega. Wo jealous ho jayega, shayad use hi 'charitraheen' samajhne lage. Unka wo haseen 'future' jiske sapne Abhay dikha raha tha, wo ek jhatke mein bikhar jata. Trupti itni kamzor pad chuki thi ki wo Abhay ka gussa bardaasht nahi kar sakti thi.
Lekin ye raaz use andar se khaaye ja raha tha. Wo anonymous message—"You tasted better than I imagined"—ka matlab tha ki wo shikaari abhi bhi aas-paas hai. Wo use jaanta hai, wo uska peecha kar raha hai. Use kisi aise shaks ki zaroorat thi jo use judge na kare, jo uske raaz ko raaz rakhe aur jis par wo aankh band karke bharosa kar sake.
Usi pal uski nazar Rahul ki photo par padi. Rahul—uska beta.
Trupti ke dimaag mein ek thandak si chhayi. Rahul hi toh hai jo is college mein uski dhaal bana hua hai. Rahul ne hi use pehle bhi Viki se bachaya tha. Use laga ki Rahul ek 'gen-z' ladka hai, wo samajhdaar hai, aur sabse badi baat—wo uska beta hai. Wo apni Maa ki is bebasi ko samjhega. Use laga ki Rahul ko sab batakar wo apna bojh halka kar sakti hai. Wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul hi wo 'saaya' hai jo uske dimaag ke sukoon ko nichod raha hai.
Usne kaanpte haathon se Rahul ka number milaya. Phone ki har ek ring uske dil ki dhadkan badha rahi thi.
"Hello... Rahul?" Trupti ki aawaz baith gayi thi.
"Haan Maa? Aapki aawaz ko kya hua? Aap theek toh hain?" Rahul ne doosri taraf se bohot hi masoom aur fikar-mand andaaz mein pucha, jabki wo apne dimaag mein pichli raat ki recording dobara play kar raha tha.


"Rahul... mujhe tumse milna hai. Abhi. College ke purane garden wale hisse mein, jahan koi na ho. Please... main bohot pareshan hoon. Main Abhay ko nahi bata sakti... sirf tum hi ho jis par main is waqt bharosa kar sakti hoon. Please aao mujhse milne."
Rahul ke hothon par ek shaitani muskaan phel gayi. Uska shikaar khud shikaari ke paas panah maangne aa raha tha. "Aap fikar mat kijiye Maa. Main bas 5 minute mein wahan pahunch raha hoon. Main hoon na aapke saath."
Trupti ne phone rakha aur gehri saans li. Use lag raha tha ki Rahul se milkar wo is daldal se nikal jayegi. Wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki wo us masiha se madad maang rahi thi jisne pichli raat uske jism ki numaish ki thi aur jiska 'veerya' abhi bhi uske jism ke andar utar chuka tha.

Purane garden ka wo kona belon aur ghani jhaadiyon se ghira hua tha, jahan suraj ki roshni bhi darr-darr kar pahunch rahi thi. Trupti wahan khadi apne haathon ki ungliyon ko buri tarah marod rahi thi. Uska chehra peela pad gaya tha aur aankhon ke niche halki sujan pichli raat ki gawaahi de rahi thi. Jab usne Rahul ko apni taraf aate dekha, toh uske andar ek ajeeb si hulchul hui—ek taraf sukoon tha ki uska beta uske paas hai, aur doosri taraf ek gahri sharmindagi ki wo apne hi bete ko ye gandi baatein kaise batayegi.
"Maa? Aap itna kyun kanp rahi hain? Kya hua hai?" Rahul ne paas aakar uske kandhon par haath rakha. Uska lehja itna naram aur fikar-mand tha ki Trupti ka bandh toot gaya.
Wo hadbadane lagi, uske shabd uske hothon par phans rahe the. "Rahul... wo... pichli raat... main... storage room..." Wo ruk gayi. Use laga ki ek Maa hokar wo apne bete ko kaise bataye ki wo kisi anjaan mard ke saath kya-kya kar baithi hai? Usne socha ki shayad Rahul use 'charitraheen' samjhega, par uski bebasi uski sharam se badi ho chuki thi.
Rahul ne use dekha, uski aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak thi jise usne 'hamdardi' ke parda mein chhupa rakha tha. Usne Trupti ko dhire se apni baahon mein bhara aur use kaskar hug kar liya. Trupti ne apna sir uske muscular seene par tika diya aur phat-phat kar rone lagi. Rahul ne uske baalon ko sahlayah, uski garmi ko mehsoos kiya, aur use tab tak rone diya jab tak wo bilkul shaant nahi ho gayi.


Jab Trupti thodi sambhli, toh usne sab kuch ugal diya. Usne storage room ki wo andheri raat, wo ajnabi saaya, wo 'oral' act, aur wo 'swallow' wala kissa—sab kuch Rahul ke kaanon mein bhar diya. Wo rone lagi ki kaise wo 'Abhay' samajh kar ye sab kar gayi. Rahul bade dhairya (patience) se sab sunta raha, jaise koi maseeha apne bhakt ka dukh sun raha ho.
"Don't worry, Maa. Aap bilkul fikar mat kijiye," Rahul ne uske aansu ponchte hue kaha. "Ye zaroor Viki ya uske kisi chele ka kaam hai. Viki ko college se nikaala gaya tha, wo zaroor aap aur Abhay ka rishta kharab karna chahta hoga. Usne aapko milne ke liye bulaya ya koi paise maange?"
"Nahi... abhi tak koi demand nahi aayi," Trupti ne haanfte hue kaha.
"Toh phir fikar ki koi baat nahi. Main hoon na? Main sab handle kar lunga," Rahul ne use bharosa dilaya. "Aur Abhay? Wo aapse itna pyaar karta hai ki wo kabhi aap par shak nahi karega. Wo aapka mard hai, wo aapki hifazat karega. Aap bas apna dhyan rakhiye."
Trupti ko ye sunkar thoda sukoon mila. Use laga ki uska beta waqayi samajhdaar ho gaya hai. Par tabhi, Rahul ne bade hi 'slyly' (chaalaki se) uske dimaag mein shak ka ek zeherila beej boya.
"Waise Maa... ek baat sochne wali hai," Rahul ne thoda ruk kar, gehri soch mein doobne ka natak kiya. "Storage room mein aapko bulaya kisne tha? Abhay ne hi na? Aur wahi wahan se emergency ka bahana banakar gaya bhi. Phir wo shaks turant andar kaise aa gaya? Aisa lagta hai jaise kisi ne rasta pehle se saaf kar rakha tha..."
Trupti ki aankhein phati reh gayin. Rahul ne dabi aawaz mein aage kaha, "Ho sakta hai Abhay ne hi kisi ko... nahi, ye main kya keh raha hoon. Abhay toh aapse pyaar karta hai, wo bhala aapke paas kisi aur ko kyun bhejega? Shayad ye bas ek happy coincidence ho."
Trupti ka dil ek pal ke liye baith gaya. Wo beej uske dimaag mein dhas gaya tha. Kya Abhay ne hi ye sab kiya? Kya wo mujhe kisi aur ke saath 'share' karna chahta tha? Par agle hi pal usne is khayal ko jhatak diya. "Nahi Rahul! Abhay aisa nahi hai. Wo mujhse shaadi karna chahta hai, wo mere liye itna tadapta hai. Wo aisa ganda kaam kabhi nahi karega."
Rahul halka sa hasa, jaise wo bas mazaak kar raha ho. "Wahi toh main keh raha hoon Maa. Just relax. Abhay loves you."
Trupti ne gehri saans li aur Rahul ka shukriya ada kiya. Wo wahan se thodi 'relaxed' hokar nikal gayi, par uske dimaag ke ek kone mein wo sawal ab ghar kar chuka tha. Rahul ne use 'sahara' bhi de diya aur use 'andhere' mein bhi dhakel diya.

Grand Ball ki shaam jaise-jaise kareeb aa rahi thi, college ka auditorium kisi bade raaj-mahal ki tarah sajne laga tha. Chaaro taraf velvet ke neele aur sunehre parde latkaye ja rahe the, aur hawa mein mehnge perfumes aur taaza phoolon ki mehak ghuli hui thi. Par is chamak-dhamak ke beech, Trupti ka dil kisi purani deewar ki tarah darak raha tha. Rahul ne jo shak ka beej uske dimaag mein boya tha, wo ab ek zeherili bel bankar uski har soch ko jakad raha tha.
Trupti stage ke ek kone mein khadi apni silk ki dress ki dori sahi kar rahi thi, jab Abhay ne piche se aakar uski kamar mein haath daala. Abhay hamesha ki tarah energetic aur khush tha, usne Trupti ke nange kandhe par apne hoth rakhe aur dhire se fusfusaya, "Tonight is ours, Trupti. Is Grand Ball ke baad, sab badal jayega."


Trupti ka jism ek pal ke liye akad gaya. Usne palat kar Abhay ki aankhon mein dekha. Wahi aankhein jinme wo kabhi doob jati thi, aaj use sawaliya nishaan lag rahi thin. 'Kya ye wahi aankhein hain jo pichli raat mujhe andhere mein tadapte hue dekh rahi thin? Kya ye wahi hoth hain jinhe maine chusa tha, ya wo koi aur tha?' Trupti ko wo storage room wala pal yaad aaya jab Abhay "emergency" ka bahana banakar gaya tha.
"Abhay... tum kal raat jab gaye the, toh kitni der mein wapas aaye the?" Trupti ne koshish ki uski aawaz na kanpe.
Abhay thoda hairan hua, phir haskar bola, "Wahi kuch 10-15 minute lage honge. Kyun? Tumhe meri yaad itni sata rahi thi?" Usne mazaak mein Trupti ki naak khinchi, par Trupti ke dimaag mein ghanti baj gayi. 10 minute. Us saaye ne uske saath jo kuch kiya, wo unhi 10 minuton ke beech hua tha. Kya ye sab itna "perfectly timed" mahaz ek ittefaq tha? Trupti ne darr ko jhatakne ki koshish ki, par Abhay ka har sparsh ab use thoda nakli, thoda saazish-bhara lagne laga tha.
Wahi dusri taraf, Boys’ Hostel ke ek band kamre mein, Rahul apne mission ke aakhri padaav par tha. Uske samne laptop ki screen par wo purani 'Goa Recording' khuli hui thi. Viki ki wo zillat bhari video, jisme wo behosh tha aur Jiglo uske saath woh sab kar raha tha jise dekhkar kisi ki bhi ruh kaanp jaye. Rahul ne bade hi thande dimaag se us video ko college ke main server aur Grand Ball ke presentation folder mein upload karna shuru kiya.
Rahul ki ungliyan tezi se keyboard par chal rahi thin. Usne video ko aise set kiya ki jab Grand Ball ka climax aayega, jab Trupti aur Abhay stage par honge, tab ye 'Vikki-Jiglo' wala kaand poore college ke samne giant LED screen par chalne lagega. Rahul jaanta tha ki ye video leak hote hi Viki ka career aur izzat mitti mein mil jayegi, aur poora college ek bhayanak scandal mein doob jayega. Par uska asli maqsad sirf Viki ko tabaah karna nahi tha. Wo is afra-tafri ka fayda uthakar Trupti ko Abhay se hamesha ke liye door karna chahta tha.
Usne pen-drive nikaali aur use apni jeb mein daalte hue aaine mein dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek aisi shaitaniyat thi jo kisi maseeha ki nahi, balki ek nishachari (nocturnal) shikaari ki thi.
"Maa... aapne mujh par bharosa karke apni zindagi ki sabse badi galti ki hai," Rahul dhire se muskuraya. "Aaj raat Viki marega, Abhay badnaam hoga, aur aap... aap sirf meri hongi."
Rahul ne apna blazer pehna aur kamre se bahar nikal gaya. Bahar dhol-nagadon aur music ki aawaz tez ho rahi thi. Grand Ball shuru ho chuka tha. Trupti ne emerald earrings pehne aur Abhay ka haath pakda, par uski nazrein bheed mein kisi ko dhoond rahi thin—shayad Viki ko, shayad us saaye ko, ya shayad us sacchai ko jo aaj raat sab kuch tabah karne wali thi.

Auditorium ki lights dhire-dhire madham hone lagin aur ek gehri sunehri roshni (golden spotlight) stage ke center par simat gayi. Announcement hui aur poora hall taaliyon ki garhgarahat se gunj utha. Abhay ne Trupti ka haath thama aur use bade hi nazaakat se stage ke beech lekar aaya. Music shuru hua—ek dhima, nasheela aur seductive romantic track jiski har beat dil ki dhadkan se mel kha rahi thi.
Shuruat mein Trupti ka jism thoda sakht tha. Rahul ki kahi baatein uske dimaag mein kaanto ki tarah chubh rahi thin. Jab Abhay ne apna haath uski patli kamar par rakha aur use apne kareeb kheencha, toh Trupti ne ek pal ke liye apni saansein rok lin. Usne Abhay ki aankhon mein dekhne ki koshish ki, ye dhoondne ke liye ki kya wahan wahi 'shaitaniyat' hai jo us andhere storage room mein thi?


Par jaise-jaise gaana aage badha, Abhay ke sparsh ki purani garmi ne Trupti ke darr ko pighlana shuru kar diya. Abhay ne use itne pyaar aur ehtiyat se pakda tha ki Trupti ko laga shayad Rahul galat tha. Wo Abhay ki baahon mein thirakne lagi. Unka dance ab sirf moves nahi, balki ek khamosh guftagu ban chuka tha. Jab Abhay ne use ghumakar (spin) wapas apne seene se sataya, toh Trupti ki aankhein band ho gayin. Usne apni gardan thodi piche ki, Abhay ko poora mauka dete hue ki wo uski khushboo ko mehsus kar sake.
Trupti ab waqayi is pal ka lutf utha rahi thi. Wo muskura rahi thi, uski aankhon mein Abhay ke liye wahi purani deewangi laut aayi thi. Use lag raha tha ki is mard ki baahon mein wo mehfooz hai, aur pichli raat ka wo kissa shayad koi bhayanak ittefaq hi tha. Wo Abhay ke kandhe par sar tika kar dhire-dhire jhoom rahi thi, poore college ki nazron se be-khabar.
Door, auditorium ke ek andhere kone mein, Control Room ki balcony se Rahul ye manzar dekh raha tha. Uske chehre par koi gussa nahi tha, balki ek thandi, pathar jaisi muskaan thi. Wo dekh raha tha ki kaise uski Maa us mard ki baahon mein pighal rahi hai jise wo 'dhokebaaz' samajhne lagi thi. Rahul ne apni jeb se wo pen-drive nikaali aur use apne laptop mein insert kiya.
"Thoda aur muskura lo, Maa," Rahul ne dhire se fusfusaya, uski nazrein screen par upload ho rahi 'Vikki-Jiglo' video par thin. "Kyunki agle 5 minute mein, ye saari romanchak dunya raakh hone wali hai. Jab ye video chalega, tab dekhte hain Abhay aapko is zillat se kaise bachata hai."
Rahul ka angootha 'Play' button par tha. Stage par Trupti aur Abhay ka slow dance apne climax par pahunch raha tha, dono ek dusre mein khoye hue the, ye jaante hi nahi ki unki har ek khushi ab ek bahut bade aur gande tamashe mein badalne wali hai.


Slow dance apne antim charno mein tha. Music ki raftaar dhire-dhire badhi aur ek aakhri, madhur thap ke saath Abhay ne Tripti ko apni baahon mein piche ki taraf jhukaya. Auditorium sannaate mein doob gaya, aur phir agle hi pal taaliyon ki ek aisi garhgarahat hui jisne chatt ko hila kar rakh diya. Trupti haanf rahi thi, uski aankhon mein khushi aur Abhay ke liye gehra vishwas chamak raha tha. Usne Abhay ka haath thama aur dono ne audience ki taraf jhuk kar salaam kiya.
Par wo khushi sirf chand second ki mehman thi.
Achanak, auditorium ki main lights band ho gayin aur stage ke piche lagi giant LED screen ek jhatke ke saath roshan hui. Sabko laga ki shayad ye fest ki koi summary video hai, par jo agle hi pal parde par dikha, usne poore college ka khoon jama diya.
Video ki quality thodi grainy thi par sab kuch saaf dikh raha tha. Ek purana, andhera lab room—wahi room jahan Viki aur uske chamche aksar baithte the. Screen par Viki ek purani bench par bilkul behosh pada tha, uska jism bejaan lag raha tha. Aur uske oopar... Jiglo. Poora college deewangi se screen ki taraf takne laga. Wo ek minute ka video kisi bhayanak sapne ki tarah tha. Jiglo, Viki ke nange aur be-suddh jism ke saath wo ganda khel khel raha tha jiski koi kalpana bhi nahi kar sakta tha. Viki ki zillat, uska wo drugged chehra, aur Jiglo ki darindagi—ek-ek pal bade hi 'raw' andaaz mein dikhaya gaya tha.
"Ye... ye kya hai?" Tripti ne apne hothon par haath rakh liya, uska chehra safed pad gaya. Abhay ke pairon ke niche se zameen nikal gayi. Wo bas screen ko dekh raha tha, uska dimaag kaam karna band kar chuka tha.
Poore auditorium mein ek sannata chha gaya, jo kuch hi palon mein ek bhayanak shor (hungama) mein badal gaya. Students chillane lage, koi has raha tha, koi ghin se muh pher raha tha, aur kuch Viki ka naam lekar chilla rahe the. Principal aur senior teachers stage par doud kar aaye.
"Band karo ise! Ise abhi band karo!" Principal chilla rahe the. Technical team ne jaldi se connection kaata aur screen kaali ho gayi, par tab tak tabahi ho chuki thi. "Everyone, please leave! Event cancel kiya jata hai. Apne apne hostels mein jaiye, abhi!"
Par bheed kahan rukne wali thi? Charo taraf afwaahon ka bazaar garm ho gaya. Students ek doosre ke kaan mein fusfusane lage, "Ye vohi video hai na jo Abhay ke laptop mein thi? Maine suna tha Abhay ke paas Viki ka koi ganda raaz hai!"
Abhay ka chehra khauf se bhar gaya. Use turant yaad aaya ki ye wahi video hai jo usne Goa se aane ke baad apne laptop mein dekhi thi, par usne ise kabhi leak karne ka nahi socha tha. Use samajh aa gaya ki kisi ne use buri tarah phansaya hai. Agar ye video uske laptop se leak hui hai, toh uska career aur izzat sab khatam ho jayenge.
Wo bina kuch soche, bina Tripti ki taraf dekhe, stage se niche kooda aur bheed ko cheerte hue bahar ki taraf bhaga.
"Abhay! Abhay, ruko! Kahan ja rahe ho tum?" Tripti ne piche se zor se chilla kar use pukara, uski aawaz mein dar aur bebasi thi. Par Abhay ne ek baar palat kar bhi nahi dekha. Wo bas apne room ki taraf doud raha tha, apne laptop ko check karne ke liye.
Trupti stage par akeli reh gayi, charo taraf log murmuring kar rahe the, gandi nazron se use aur Abhay ki khali jagah ko dekh rahe the. Auditorium se bahar nikalte waqt har student ke muh par sirf wahi ganda manzar tha. Trupti ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye—ek pal pehle wo jannat mein thi, aur ab wo ek aise tufaan ke beech khadi thi jiska rasta seedha tabaahi ki taraf ja raha tha.
Use nahi pata tha ki balcony ke andhere se Rahul ye sab dekh kar dabi-dabi hansi hans raha tha. Usne ek teer se do nishane lagaye the—Viki tabaah ho chuka tha, aur Abhay darr ke maare Trupti ko akela chhod kar bhag gaya tha.

Auditorium ki chaka-choundh ab ek shamshaan ki khamoshi mein badal chuki thi. Trupti stage par thar-thara rahi thi, uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use lag raha tha uska seena phat jayega. Wo manzar... wo video... usne Trupti ko us purani lab ki yaad dila di jahan wo maut aur badnami ke dar se gayi thi.
Use yaad aaya kaise Vikki ne use blackmail kiya tha, kaise wo darte hue us lab mein pahunchi thi taaki Vikki uske jism ke saath khel sake. Par us din Abhay uska masiha ban kar aaya tha. Rahul ne Vikki ki bottle mein wo naseela liquid milaya tha, aur jab Vikki Trupti ko smooch karte-karte dher ho gaya tha, tab Abhay ne Jiglo ko bulakar wo ganda badla liya tha. Rahul bhi wahan maujood tha, usne sab apni aankhon se dekha tha. Par unhe laga tha ki wo raaz us andheri lab mein dafan ho gaya hai. Aaj wo raaz poore college ke samne nanga khada tha.
Sabse bada jhatka tab laga jab Abhay use beech raaste mein chhod kar bhag gaya. "Abhay! Suno toh!" Trupti ne piche se pukara, par Abhay bheed ko cheerte hue aise gayab hua jaise koi chor pakda gaya ho. Trupti ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Wo apman aur darr ke bojh se stage par hi dher hone wali thi ki tabhi ek mazboot haath ne uske kandhe ko sahara diya.
"Maa... aap theek hain?" Rahul ki aawaz mein ek aisi sanjeedagi thi jo Trupti ko is tufaan mein ek tinke ka sahara lagi.
Trupti ne palat kar Rahul ko dekha, uski aankhen buri tarah laal thin. "Rahul... ye kya ho gaya? Wo video... wo sabke samne kaise aa gayi? Aur Abhay... wo mujhe aise chhod kar kyun chala gaya?"
Rahul ne bade hi naram andaaz mein Trupti ka haath thama. "Maa, ye jagah ab safe nahi hai. Log baatein bana rahe hain, Principal gusse mein hain. Chaliye, main aapko hostel chhod deta hoon."
Dono auditorium se bahar nikle. Thandi hawa Trupti ke jism ko chhoo rahi thi par uske andar ki aag thandi nahi ho rahi hi. Wo hostel ki taraf chalne lage, raste mein sannaata tha par Trupti ka dimaag shor kar raha tha.
"Ye sab kaise hua Rahul?" Trupti ne rote hue pucha. "Humein laga tha wo video sirf Abhay ke paas hai. Kya tumhe lagta hai Abhay ne jaan-bujhkar ye kiya?"
Rahul ne thodi der khamoshi banaye rakhi, phir bade hi slyly (chaalaki se) bola, "Maa, maine aapse kaha tha na... Abhay par aankh band karke bharosa mat kijiye. Wo video uske laptop mein thi. Bina uski marzi ke, ya bina uski laparwahi ke ye leak hona namumkin hai. Shayad wo Vikki ko hamesha ke liye tabaah karna chahta tha, par use ye parwah nahi thi ki isse aap par kya asar padega."
Trupti ka dil baith gaya. Use yaad aaya ki kaise Abhay darr ke maare bhag gaya tha. "Wo darr gaya tha Rahul... shayad use laga ki security officer bulayi jayegi."
"Darna use chahiye tha jisne gunah kiya ho," Rahul ne thandi aawaz mein kaha. "Par usne aapko akela chhod diya jab poora college aapko gandi nazron se dekh raha tha. Humein Abhay se milna hoga, uska laptop check karna hoga. Par abhi aap aaram kijiye."
Trupti ko Rahul ki baaton mein sacchai lagne lagi. Use ehsaas hua ki is poore kaand mein sirf Rahul hi tha jo uske saath khada raha. Jab wo hostel ke gate par pahunche, Trupti ne Rahul ka haath kaskar pakda.
"Thank you, Rahul. Agar aaj tum nahi hote toh main shayad stage par hi mar jati," Trupti ne bharayi hui aawaz mein kaha.
Rahul ne uske hothon ke paas bikhre ek baal ko kaan ke piche kiya, uska sparsh thoda lamba tha, thoda gehra tha. "Aap fikar mat kijiye Maa. Main sab sambhal lunga. Kal subah hum Abhay se milenge aur sach pata lagayenge."
Trupti apne room mein chali gayi, par uske dimaag mein wo 'cum-swallow' wala taste aur ye naya 'scandal' milkar ek ajeeb sa nasha aur darr paida kar rahe the. Wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul ne Abhay ke laptop ka access pehle hi le liya tha aur ye leak sirf shuruat thi.

Auditorium se bhagne ke baad Abhay ne Trupti ke darjano calls ignore kiye the. Wo apne hostel room mein band, paseene se tar-batar, apne laptop ki files ko paagalon ki tarah scan kar raha tha. Jab Trupti ka phone ek baar phir baja, toh usne kaanpte haathon se call pick kiya. Uska gala sookha hua tha aur aawaz mein ek aisi dehshat thi jo Trupti ne pehle kabhi nahi suni thi.
"H-hello... Trupti?" Abhay ki aawaz tharrayi.
"Abhay! Kahan ho tum? Tum aise chhod kar kyun bhag gaye? Main kitni darr gayi thi!" Trupti ne fikar aur thode gusse mein pucha. Uska dil abhi bhi zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, par Abhay ki halat sunkar uska gussa thoda thanda padne laga.


"Trupti... mujhe samajh nahi aa raha ye kaise hua," Abhay ne haklate hue kaha. "Wo video... wo leak ho gayi! Poore college ne dekh liya. Agar Principal ko pata chala ki ye maine record ki thi ya mere laptop se leak hui hai, toh mera career khatam ho jayega. Jail ho sakti hai humein!"
Trupti ne gehri saans li. "Par ye hua kaise Abhay? Kisi ne tumhara laptop touch kiya tha?"
"Nahi! Wo hamesha mere paas rehta hai. Par abhi ke liye... maine sab kuch delete kar diya hai," Abhay ne tezi se bataya, jaise wo khud ko yakeen dila raha ho. "Vikki wala wo saara folder, wo recordings... maine permanently mita di hain. Abhi ke liye humein bas 'pretend' karna hoga ki humein kuch nahi pata. Jab tak koi humare end par aakar sawal nahi puchta, hum anjaan bane rahenge. Please Trupti, kisi ko kuch mat batana."
Trupti stage par akele chhode jaane ki wajah se dukhi thi, par Abhay ki 'scared' aawaz sunkar uska mamta bhara dil (jo wo Abhay ke samne 'girlfriend' ke roop mein chhupa rakhti thi) pighal gaya. Use ehsaas hua ki Abhay abhi sirf ek 21 saal ka ladka hai jo ek bhayanak scandal mein phans gaya hai. Usne apne dukh ko side mein rakha aur ek supportive girlfriend ki tarah use hosla diya.
"Theek hai Abhay, relax. Main samajh sakti hoon tum darr gaye the. Jo tumne stage par kiya... mujhe bura laga, par main jaanti hoon wo situation hi aisi thi ki tumhara dimaag kaam nahi kar raha tha," Trupti ne bohot hi naram andaaz mein kaha. "Main tumse naraz nahi hoon. Hum isse saath mein nikal jayenge. Tum bas himmat mat haarna."
Abhay ko Trupti ki baaton se thoda sukoon mila. "Tum bohot acchi ho Trupti. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry tumhe wahan akela chhodne ke liye."
Dono ne tay kiya ki wo kal college mein aise milenge jaise unhe us video ke source ke baare mein kuch nahi pata. Trupti ne phone rakha, par uske dimaag mein abhi bhi ek uljhan thi. Usne Abhay ko maaf toh kar diya tha, par Rahul ki kahi baatein—ki Abhay laparwah ho sakta hai—uske dimaag mein abhi bhi kahin na kahin goonj rahi thin. Usne Abhay ko 'pretend' karne ka waada toh kar diya, par wo ye nahi jaanti thi ki Rahul ne pehle hi wo recording sabke dimaag mein dhas di hai, aur sirf 'delete' karne se ye aag thandi nahi hone wali thi.

Vikki ke ghar ka mahaul hamesha se hi thoda sakht aur garv (ego) se bhara tha. Uska baap, ek prabhavshali aur gusse wala aadmi, hamesha Vikki ki 'mardaangi' aur 'takat' par naaz karta tha. Par us raat, uske alishan kamre mein ek aisa sannata chha gaya jo kisi tabaahi se pehle hota hai.
Vikki apne bistar par leta hua tha, jab uske phone ki screen lagataar notifications se chamakne lagi. Usne gusse mein phone uthaya—use laga ki shayad college ke doston ka mazaak hoga. Par jaise hi usne pehla message khola, uska poora shareer thanda pad gaya. Kisi ne use auditorium ki recording bheji thi, jahan stage par wo ganda video poore college ke samne chal raha tha.


Vikki ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin. Wo manzar... wo zillat... usne dekha ki kaise poora college uspar thoo-thoo kar raha hai. Use wahi 'drugged' nasha dobara mehsus hone laga jo us raat lab mein hua tha. Uski mardaangi aur uski chaudhar ek minute ke video mein raakh ho chuki thi.
"Abhay... main tujhe zinda nahi chhodunga!" Vikki ne gusse mein apne daant pise. Uski mutthi itni zor se bichi ki uske nakhun hatheli mein dhas gaye. Use yakeen tha ki ye sirf Abhay ka kaam hai, kyunki wahi tha jisne us raat Jiglo ko bulaya tha. Wo sharmindagi (lajjit) se mar raha tha, par uski nafrat uske darr se badi ho rahi thi.
Par tabhi, bahar se uske baap ki bhaari awaaz sunayi di. Vikki ka gussa ek pal mein dehshat mein badal gaya. Uska baap agar ye video dekh leta—jo ki ab tak har WhatsApp group mein phail chuki thi—toh wo use goli maar deta ya ghar se nikaal deta. Vikki ko samajh nahi aa raha tha ki wo apni 'izzat' kaise bachaye. Wo ab sirf ek ghayal sher nahi tha, wo ek aisa shikaar tha jo charo taraf se ghir chuka tha.
Wahi dusri taraf, Rahul apne hostel room ki balcony mein khada dhoop-chaav ka khel dekh raha tha. Usne ye video Vikki ko jaan-bujhkar bheji thi taaki aag dono taraf se barabar lage.
"Ab maza aayega," Rahul ne thandi aawaz mein kaha. "Vikki ab pagal hokar Abhay par hamla karega. Abhay darr kar Trupti ke piche chupega. Aur Trupti? Wo us 'maseeha' ke paas aayegi jisne use andhere mein taste kiya tha."


College mein kal subah investigation shuru hone wali thi, par Vikki ke dimaag mein ab sirf 'khoon' sawar tha. Wo apna pistol nikaal kar use saaf karne laga. Usne tay kar liya tha—agar wo badnaam hua hai, toh wo Abhay ko maut ki neend sula kar hi dam lega.