28-03-2026, 07:02 AM
Prinsi ko neend bahut der se aayi. Wo saari raat bed par karvatein badalti rahi. Jab wo agle din uthi toh Prakash pehle se hi restaurant ke liye taiyaar ho raha tha. Usne subah ka alarm tak nahi suna. Sunti bhi kaise, wo kal ki baaton aur ghatnaon se bahut thak chuki thi.
"Good Morning dear.." Prakash ne use jaagte dekh wish kiya. "Good Morning Dear.." Prinsi ne dhire se jawab diya, uski aankhein bhari thi. Usne apni aankhein kholi toh tez roshni uski aankhon mein chubhi. Usne turant apni aankhein band kar li. Usne uthte waqt pehle kabhi itni kamzori mehsoos nahi ki thi.
"Dear mujhe nikalna hoga, subah ke 6 baj chuke hain. Kya kuch jaldi se khane ke liye mil sakta hai?" "Ahh mujhe 5 minute do dear.." usne angdai li aur dhire se uthi.
"Kya hua dear.. kal raat soyi nahi kya..?" Prakash ne masoom banne ka natak kiya halanki use thoda andaza tha ki wo kal raat kyun nahi so payi hogi. Use laga ki shayad Sameer ke saath jo hua us wajah se wo so nahi payi.
"Haan thoda late ho gaya tha.. weekend hai na toh thak gayi thi.. Kya omelet aur black coffee chalega?" usne turant topic badal diya. Wo kal raat ki baaton ko lekar kafi confused thi. Wo samajh nahi paa rahi thi ki uska mood kaisa hai, Guilty (gunahgaar)? ya Elevated (kafi high)? lekin wo dukhi toh bilkul nahi thi. Usne apna chehra dhoya aur niche kitchen ki taraf bhagi.
Jab tak Prakash ne taiyaar hona khatam kiya, Prinsi uske liye coffee aur omelet bana chuki thi. "Tumhe mujhe pehle bula lena chahiye tha dear.." wo breakfast lekar dining table par aayi. Dining table par pahunchte hi kal ki saari baatein uske dimaag mein flashes ki tarah aane lagi.
Prakash thik usi jagah baitha tha jahan kal Sameer baitha tha. Uska dil phir se zor se dhadakne laga.
"Kya tum ab thik mehsoos kar rahi ho dear..?" Prakash ne uske chehre ki taraf dekha. Wo uski bhari aankhein dekh sakta tha, lekin wo khush aur shaant dikh rahi thi, shayad thodi excited bhi.
"Main bilkul thik hoon dear.. meri chinta mat karo." Wo aage jhuki aur uske gaal par kiss kiya. Prakash puri tarah se hairan reh gaya; pichle kuch saalon mein usne aisa kabhi nahi kiya tha. Wo aaj ek alag hi mood mein lag rahi thi. Wo turant use koi jawab nahi de paya. Usne khud ko kosa jab usne dekha ki wo gandi plates se bhari sink ki taraf ja rahi hai. Use niraash hona chahiye tha. Lekin uski hairani ka thikana nahi raha jab usne dekha ki wo bartan dhote waqt ek Hindi item number gunguna rahi thi aur gaane ki dhun par apni kamar (waist) dhire-dhire hila rahi thi. Uske gol hip cheeks dhun ke saath upar-niche ho rahe the. Koi nahi keh sakta tha ki ye wahi Prinsi hai jo kafi kamzor thi aur Sameer se dari hui thi (ya kya wo sach mein dari thi?).
"Theek hai dear main nikal raha hoon, main bahar se darwaza lock kar dunga.." Prakash ne apna breakfast khatam karke kaha. Wo Prinsi ko uske kaam karne se rokna nahi chahta tha.
"Thank you.. love you dear.." ["Wow ye toh kafi achhe mood mein hai. Kuch hi ghanton mein kitna badlav."] Usne uski taraf hath hilaya aur bahar se darwaza band kar diya.
Bartan dhone mein usse lagbhag ek ghanta lag gaya. Usne ghadi ki taraf dekha, subah ke 7:30 baj chuke the. Raj abhi tak nahi utha tha. Wo tezi se upar gayi, Raj ke bedroom ka darwaza andar se band tha. Usne darwaza khatkhataya. "Hey Raj.. kya tum abhi tak so rahe ho. Utho beta.. tumhe class ke liye deri ho jayegi."
Raj pehle se hi jaag raha tha. Lekin wo Prinsi ka samna karne mein bahut sharm mehsoos kar raha tha. Mobile store wale haadse ke baad dono ne kabhi dhang se baat nahi ki thi. Wo jab se utha tha tab se bed par hi baitha tha. Uthne ke baad sabse pehla kaam usne apna phone on karne ka kiya. Usne dekha ki Facebook par uske liye bahut saare notifications aaye the. Bahut saari friendship requests thi. Zyadatar uske college seniors ki thi. Sameer ne group mein jo photo post ki thi, uske niche saikdon comments the jo dinner ki updates maang rahe the. Dastak sunte hi usne jaldi se app band kar diya.
"Main jaag gaya hoon mom.. jaldi taiyaar ho jaunga... aap abhi ja sakti hain" wo apni maa ka samna nahi karna chahta tha. Post ke niche kuch comments padhne ke baad wo unki aankhon mein aankhein daal kar dekhne ke kaabil nahi tha.
Jaise hi wo apne bag-pack ke saath dining room mein aaya, Prinsi ka samna karne ki uski saari tension khatam ho gayi. Table par pehle se hi uski favourite Idli aur Sambar rakha tha. Prinsi ne kitchen se muskuraate huye uska swagat kiya.
"Good Morning dear..."
"Good Morning Mom.." Usne thodi himmat jutayi aur unke chehre ki taraf dekha. Wo khush dikh rahi thi, aisa lag raha tha jaise unhe kal ki baaton ka kuch yaad hi nahi. Unhe rozana se zyada khush dekh kar usne rahat ki saans li.
"Idli bahut badhiya thi mom... main ab nikal raha hoon.. bye mom.." Wo jitni jaldi ho sake ghar se nikalna chahta tha. Ghar mein sirf mom ke saath rehna uske liye ab bardasht ke bahar tha. Unke saath akele hona thoda awkward lag raha tha.
"Raj beta ek minute ruko" Prinsi ne use beech mein hi rok diya. Wo kitchen se daudti hui wapas aayi. Usne TV stand se ek envelope uthaya.
"Beta ye Vikram ko de dena, mera ID proof aur Photo.. kal, wo ye lena bhool gaye the." wo thodi der ruki. Phir halki awaaz mein boli.."Sirf
Vikram ko hi dena.." Ye kehte waqt unki aankhein idhar-udhar ghum rahi thi.
Raj ke hath se envelope lagbhag girne hi wala tha, uske dimaag ko ye baat hazam karne mein kuch seconds lage. Usse apni aankhon par yakeen nahi ho raha tha, uski mom sharma (blushing) rahi thi. Unke gaal laal the. Wo thik se eye contact nahi kar paa rahi thi. Envelope pakadte waqt uske hath kaanp rahe the. Usne sar hilaya aur bahar nikal gaya. Gate ke aage nikalne ke baad usne ek baar peeche mudkar dekha. Prinsi darwaze par khadi muskuraate huye usiki taraf dekh rahi thi. Wo phone mein kuch type kar rahi thi.
Vikram, Sameer ke saath apni class ke bahar ladkon ke ek group ke saath khada tha. Har koi dinner ke baare mein sunna chahta tha aur dono hi unhe thodi-thodi baatein bata kar chhed rahe the. Achanak Vikram ka phone beep hua.
'One message from Slutty Mom' us par likha tha. Ye Prinsi ka message tha. Wo muskuraaya aur group se thoda side hat gaya. Wo thoda niraash tha ki Prinsi ne uske subah ke 'good morning' ka jawab nahi diya tha. Usne message khola.
"Good Morning Naughty ?.. Neend kaisi aayi ? ?? mera phone number port karwa dena.. Proof Raj ke paas hai ?"
"Good Morning dear.." Prakash ne use jaagte dekh wish kiya. "Good Morning Dear.." Prinsi ne dhire se jawab diya, uski aankhein bhari thi. Usne apni aankhein kholi toh tez roshni uski aankhon mein chubhi. Usne turant apni aankhein band kar li. Usne uthte waqt pehle kabhi itni kamzori mehsoos nahi ki thi.
"Dear mujhe nikalna hoga, subah ke 6 baj chuke hain. Kya kuch jaldi se khane ke liye mil sakta hai?" "Ahh mujhe 5 minute do dear.." usne angdai li aur dhire se uthi.
"Kya hua dear.. kal raat soyi nahi kya..?" Prakash ne masoom banne ka natak kiya halanki use thoda andaza tha ki wo kal raat kyun nahi so payi hogi. Use laga ki shayad Sameer ke saath jo hua us wajah se wo so nahi payi.
"Haan thoda late ho gaya tha.. weekend hai na toh thak gayi thi.. Kya omelet aur black coffee chalega?" usne turant topic badal diya. Wo kal raat ki baaton ko lekar kafi confused thi. Wo samajh nahi paa rahi thi ki uska mood kaisa hai, Guilty (gunahgaar)? ya Elevated (kafi high)? lekin wo dukhi toh bilkul nahi thi. Usne apna chehra dhoya aur niche kitchen ki taraf bhagi.
Jab tak Prakash ne taiyaar hona khatam kiya, Prinsi uske liye coffee aur omelet bana chuki thi. "Tumhe mujhe pehle bula lena chahiye tha dear.." wo breakfast lekar dining table par aayi. Dining table par pahunchte hi kal ki saari baatein uske dimaag mein flashes ki tarah aane lagi.
Prakash thik usi jagah baitha tha jahan kal Sameer baitha tha. Uska dil phir se zor se dhadakne laga.
"Kya tum ab thik mehsoos kar rahi ho dear..?" Prakash ne uske chehre ki taraf dekha. Wo uski bhari aankhein dekh sakta tha, lekin wo khush aur shaant dikh rahi thi, shayad thodi excited bhi.
"Main bilkul thik hoon dear.. meri chinta mat karo." Wo aage jhuki aur uske gaal par kiss kiya. Prakash puri tarah se hairan reh gaya; pichle kuch saalon mein usne aisa kabhi nahi kiya tha. Wo aaj ek alag hi mood mein lag rahi thi. Wo turant use koi jawab nahi de paya. Usne khud ko kosa jab usne dekha ki wo gandi plates se bhari sink ki taraf ja rahi hai. Use niraash hona chahiye tha. Lekin uski hairani ka thikana nahi raha jab usne dekha ki wo bartan dhote waqt ek Hindi item number gunguna rahi thi aur gaane ki dhun par apni kamar (waist) dhire-dhire hila rahi thi. Uske gol hip cheeks dhun ke saath upar-niche ho rahe the. Koi nahi keh sakta tha ki ye wahi Prinsi hai jo kafi kamzor thi aur Sameer se dari hui thi (ya kya wo sach mein dari thi?).
"Theek hai dear main nikal raha hoon, main bahar se darwaza lock kar dunga.." Prakash ne apna breakfast khatam karke kaha. Wo Prinsi ko uske kaam karne se rokna nahi chahta tha.
"Thank you.. love you dear.." ["Wow ye toh kafi achhe mood mein hai. Kuch hi ghanton mein kitna badlav."] Usne uski taraf hath hilaya aur bahar se darwaza band kar diya.
Bartan dhone mein usse lagbhag ek ghanta lag gaya. Usne ghadi ki taraf dekha, subah ke 7:30 baj chuke the. Raj abhi tak nahi utha tha. Wo tezi se upar gayi, Raj ke bedroom ka darwaza andar se band tha. Usne darwaza khatkhataya. "Hey Raj.. kya tum abhi tak so rahe ho. Utho beta.. tumhe class ke liye deri ho jayegi."
Raj pehle se hi jaag raha tha. Lekin wo Prinsi ka samna karne mein bahut sharm mehsoos kar raha tha. Mobile store wale haadse ke baad dono ne kabhi dhang se baat nahi ki thi. Wo jab se utha tha tab se bed par hi baitha tha. Uthne ke baad sabse pehla kaam usne apna phone on karne ka kiya. Usne dekha ki Facebook par uske liye bahut saare notifications aaye the. Bahut saari friendship requests thi. Zyadatar uske college seniors ki thi. Sameer ne group mein jo photo post ki thi, uske niche saikdon comments the jo dinner ki updates maang rahe the. Dastak sunte hi usne jaldi se app band kar diya.
"Main jaag gaya hoon mom.. jaldi taiyaar ho jaunga... aap abhi ja sakti hain" wo apni maa ka samna nahi karna chahta tha. Post ke niche kuch comments padhne ke baad wo unki aankhon mein aankhein daal kar dekhne ke kaabil nahi tha.
Jaise hi wo apne bag-pack ke saath dining room mein aaya, Prinsi ka samna karne ki uski saari tension khatam ho gayi. Table par pehle se hi uski favourite Idli aur Sambar rakha tha. Prinsi ne kitchen se muskuraate huye uska swagat kiya.
"Good Morning dear..."
"Good Morning Mom.." Usne thodi himmat jutayi aur unke chehre ki taraf dekha. Wo khush dikh rahi thi, aisa lag raha tha jaise unhe kal ki baaton ka kuch yaad hi nahi. Unhe rozana se zyada khush dekh kar usne rahat ki saans li.
"Idli bahut badhiya thi mom... main ab nikal raha hoon.. bye mom.." Wo jitni jaldi ho sake ghar se nikalna chahta tha. Ghar mein sirf mom ke saath rehna uske liye ab bardasht ke bahar tha. Unke saath akele hona thoda awkward lag raha tha.
"Raj beta ek minute ruko" Prinsi ne use beech mein hi rok diya. Wo kitchen se daudti hui wapas aayi. Usne TV stand se ek envelope uthaya.
"Beta ye Vikram ko de dena, mera ID proof aur Photo.. kal, wo ye lena bhool gaye the." wo thodi der ruki. Phir halki awaaz mein boli.."Sirf
Vikram ko hi dena.." Ye kehte waqt unki aankhein idhar-udhar ghum rahi thi.
Raj ke hath se envelope lagbhag girne hi wala tha, uske dimaag ko ye baat hazam karne mein kuch seconds lage. Usse apni aankhon par yakeen nahi ho raha tha, uski mom sharma (blushing) rahi thi. Unke gaal laal the. Wo thik se eye contact nahi kar paa rahi thi. Envelope pakadte waqt uske hath kaanp rahe the. Usne sar hilaya aur bahar nikal gaya. Gate ke aage nikalne ke baad usne ek baar peeche mudkar dekha. Prinsi darwaze par khadi muskuraate huye usiki taraf dekh rahi thi. Wo phone mein kuch type kar rahi thi.
Vikram, Sameer ke saath apni class ke bahar ladkon ke ek group ke saath khada tha. Har koi dinner ke baare mein sunna chahta tha aur dono hi unhe thodi-thodi baatein bata kar chhed rahe the. Achanak Vikram ka phone beep hua.
'One message from Slutty Mom' us par likha tha. Ye Prinsi ka message tha. Wo muskuraaya aur group se thoda side hat gaya. Wo thoda niraash tha ki Prinsi ne uske subah ke 'good morning' ka jawab nahi diya tha. Usne message khola.
"Good Morning Naughty ?.. Neend kaisi aayi ? ?? mera phone number port karwa dena.. Proof Raj ke paas hai ?"
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