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Main Dhruv ke thande drawing room mein uske saamne baitha tha, AC dheere se baj raha tha bahar ki dopahar ki garmi ke khilaaf. Leather sofa mere neeche creak kiya jab main aage jhuka, abhi bhi us cheez se uttejit tha jo maine pehle chhupi peechhe ki darwaze se dekha tha. 


Mera lund ab thoda dhila ho gaya tha, lekin uske haathon ka Maa ki badi gaand par aur unka lamba chumban ki yaad use hilati rahi thi. Dhruv ne do glass thanda paani bhara aur mujhe ek diya. 

“Toh,” usne shuru kiya, peeche let kar jaan boojh kar muskurate hue, “teri Maa Minal kuchh alag hi hai, hai na?” 

Main ne sar hilaya, thanda dikhane ki koshish karte hue bhale hi mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. “Haan, woh… vishesh hai. Tumne aisa kyun kaha?” 

Dhruv hansaa aur ek ghunt piya. “Pehli baat, usne mujhe wapas chumba. Pehle usne sahi banne ki koshish ki, mere seene ko dhakelti hui, bolti hui ki yeh galat hai kyunki woh shaadi shuda hai aur Musalmaan. Lekin uska shareer jhooth nahi bol raha tha. Uska honth mere jeebh ke liye khule, aur woh mere muh mein moan karti rahi jaise bahut din se bhukhi thi. Phir jab maine uski us badi gaand ko pakda—woh moti gaal mere haathon mein itne naram aur bhari mehsoos hue—woh mujh se aur chipak gayi door hone ki bajaye. Uski kamar ne chhoti si hilawat ki, jaise aur chahti thi. Yeh us aurat ki pratikriya nahi hai jo yeh nahi chahti.” 

Main sunta raha, seat par hilte hue kyunki uske vistaaron se mera lund phir sakht hone laga. “Tum sach mein sochte ho ki woh tumhe itna chahti hai?” 

Woh aage jhuka, awaaz neeche karke. “Main sirf nahi sochta—main jaanta hoon. Yaad hai kal raat maine jo lund ki photo bheji thi usse kitni der dekhti rahi? Usne mujhe kaha ki turant delete kar di, lekin main shart laga sakta hoon ki usne minuteon tak dekhi, zoom karke, soch kar. Ek imandaar shaadi shuda aurat aisa tabhi karti hai jab andar kuchh hilne laga ho. Aur aaj? Woh akeli mere ghar aayi, mujhe daantne khadi thi, lekin ek baar bhi wapas jaane ko nahi mudhi. Usne mujhe paas aane diya, haath pakadne diya, us photo ki yaad dilane diya. Uski aankhein bhookhi thi bhale hi muh bol raha tha ‘peeche hato.’ Yeh ichchha hai jo dharm aur shaadi se lad rahi hai. Woh mujhe chahti hai, beta. Uska shareer pehle hi chun chuka hai.” 

Main ne lambi ghunt paani pi, samajhte hue. “Lekin ab usse message kyun nahi kar rahe? Tumne kaha woh khud wapas aayegi. Main soch raha hoon tum itna pakke kyun ho.” 

Dhruv ne glass neeche rakha aur dheere samjhaaya, aankhein vishwas se chamak rahi thi. “Kyunki agar main uske peeche bhaga toh woh yeh sab mera dosh bana kar bahana bana sakti hai—‘bura non-'. aadmi achhi Musalmaan biwi ko baha raha hai.’ Woh apne mann mein shikaar ban kar reh sakti hai. Lekin agar main chup raha toh woh chumban uske dimag mein khud ba khud repeat hone lagega. Woh har aankh band karte hi un moti jaanghon ke beech dard mehsoos karegi. Woh yaad karegi mere haathon ka uski badi gaand par mehsoos, meri jeebh ka swaad, aur woh uski ichchha badhegi. Minal jaisi aurat—sharmili, '., shaadi shuda—ko yeh bhukh itni badhani padti hai ki woh inkaar na kar sake. Tab woh mujhe dhoondhne aayegi. Tab asli samarpan hota hai. Woh kisi aur ko dosh nahi de paayegi sirf khud ko. Yeh taakat hai, aur jab woh maangegi tab sex bahut garm hota hai.” 

Main ne sar hilaya, prabhavit aur uttejit hokar. “Samajh mein aaya. Woh pehle se tumhare baare mein soch rahi hai, main jaan sakta hoon.” 

Woh aur chauda muskuraya. “Bilkul. Aur jab woh phir aayegi—aur aayegi—main yeh sunishchit karunga ki woh jaana hi nahi chahegi. Teri Maa Minal meri niji randi ban jayegi, jaise maine vaada kiya tha.” 

Hum thodi der aur baat karte rahe tour ke baare mein jahaan pehli mulaqaat hui thi, kaise usne uske curves ko dheela kapdon mein bhi notice kiya tha, lekin akhir mein main utha ghar jaane ko. “Mujhe ghar jaana chahiye pehle Maa chinta karne lage.” 

Dhruv mujhe darwaze tak chhodne aaya aur kandhe par thapki di. “Yaad rakh, usse mujh tak aane de. Tu bas dekh aur mazaa le.” 

Main scooter par ghar lautaa nam geele shaam ke traffic mein, Maa ke chumban ke baad laal chehre ki tasveer abhi taaza thi. Jab main ghar pahuncha, drawing room ki lights jal rahi thi. Main ne park kiya, gehri saans li apni uttejna shaant karne ko, aur front door khola. 

Maa wahin hallway mein intezaar kar rahi thi, uski aankhein mere chehre ko turant khoj rahi thi jab main andar aaya. 

“Beta, tu wapas aa gaya! Dhruv se baat kaisi rahi? Tum dono ne itni der kya baat ki?” Usne mere peeche door band ki aur drawing room tak mere saath aayi, uski awaaz thodi zyada chamakdaar, thodi tez. “Kya usne mere baare mein kuchh kaha? Ya tour ke baare mein? Ya kuchh bhi?” 






Main ne side table par chabiyaan rakhi aur sofa par baith gaya, paas wali jagah thapthapaate hue. “Maa, shaant ho jao. Sirf mardon wali baatein thi. Kuchh khas nahi. Aa baith, thaki hui lag rahi ho.” 

Woh baithi lekin edge par hi, ghutne saath, ungliyaan salwar ke hem ko mod rahi thi. “Lekin main jaane ke baad tum wahaan lagbhag do ghante the. Itni der kya baat ho sakti thi? Kya usne hamari… hamari baat ka zikr kiya? Woh akeli waali?” 

Main ne sar hilaya, awaaz shaant aur masoom rakh kar bhale hi mujhe pata tha woh kya keh rahi thi—chumban, gaand pakadna, kaise woh moan kar rahi thi. 

“Nahi Maa. Usne kuchh vishesh nahi kaha. Hum sirf tour, cricket, normal cheezon ke baare mein baat karte rahe. Tum itni pareshan kyun ho? Aisa lag raha hai jaise hum koi chhupa plan bana rahe the.” 

Maa ne neeche honth kaat liya—wohi honth jise Dhruv ne pehle choosa tha—aur godh mein dekha. “Main pareshan nahi hoon. Bas… main yeh sunishchit karna chahti thi ki sab theek hai. Woh bada aadmi hai, samjhe? Aur kabhi kabhi mard aisi baatein kar dete hain jo nahi karni chahiye. Kya usne mere baare mein poocha bhi? Thoda sa bhi?” 

Main ne aage badh kar uska haath dheere se dabaya. “Maa, shaant ho jao. Sab theek hai. Dhruv bilkul gentleman tha. Usne tere baare mein ek bhi buri baat nahi ki. Asal mein woh tujhe bahut izzat karta tha. Ab bata kyun main andar aate hi mujh par savaal kar rahi hai. Papa abhi night shift par hain na? Tumhe araam karna chahiye, pareshan nahi hona.” 

Usne kaanpti saans chhodi aur thoda peeche leti, lekin uski aankhein pareshan thi. “Maaf karna beta. Mujhe bas pata nahi hone se nafrat hai. Jab tum dono akela hote ho, mujhe lagta hai… bahar reh gayi hoon ya kuchh. Kya usne sach mein mera zikr bhi nahi kiya ek baar bhi?” 

Main dheere muskuraya, shabdon ko dhyaan se chunte hue taaki usse ghabrahat na ho. “Usne kaha ki tu achhi maa hai aur tour dono ke saath mazedaar tha. Bas itna. Aur kuchh nahi. Ab chal, kuchh chai pi le aur bhool ja. Tu zyada soch rahi hai.” 

Maa ne sar hilaya, lekin main dekh sakta tha uske dimag mein chakr chal rahe the jab woh chai banane kitchen gayi. Woh kitchen se mujhe baar baar dekhti rahi, jaise aur poochna chahti thi lekin dar rahi thi ki kya sunegi. 

Usi shaam baad mein, chai aur bache biryani ke baad, hum phir sofa par saath baith gaye. Raat garam thi, bagiche mein jhingur bol rahe the. 







Main ne uski neeli nightdress turant pehchaan li; Dhruv ne tour ke dauran uske liye “shukriya” gift ki thi group photos organize karne ke liye. Usne ise pehle kabhi Papa ke saamne nahi pehna tha. 

Main uski taraf muda, swar casual rakh kar. “Maa, yeh nightdress tujh par achha lag raha hai. Yeh woh neeli hai jo Dhruv ne di thi, hai na? Aaj raat kyun pehni hai? Ghar ke liye thodi… dikhaayi dene wali hai.” 

Maa ke gaal turant laal ho gaye. Usne hem ko kheencha, moti jaanghon par neeche karne ki koshish ki. “Bas aaramdayak hai beta. Aaj raat itni garmi aur nami hai, aur yeh suti kapda salwar se behtar saans leta hai. Plus, Papa ghar par nahi hain, toh socha thoda azaad mehsoos kar loon? Kuchh khas nahi.” 

Main ne ek bhau chadhaaya, dheere chhedte hue. “Sach? Pehle kabhi nahi pehna. Aur yeh teri… shape bahut dikha raha hai. Tere stan isme bade lag rahe hain, aur jaise yeh teri kamar ko chipak raha hai… Kya pakka koi aur wajah nahi? Jaise Dhruv ke baare mein soch kar jo ise diya tha?” 

Woh nervous hasi, haath hawa mein hilati hui. “Pagal mat ban! Yeh sirf nightdress hai. Mujhe rang pasand hai, bas. Aur yeh dikhaayi dene wali nahi hai—kaafi sahi hai. Ise ganda mat bana.” 

Main aur paas jhuka, awaaz neeche aur mazakiya. “Maa, kisi aur mard ko pasand karna haraam nahi agar dil ko achha lage. Tu insaan hai. Agar Dhruv tujhe kuchh mehsoos karata hai toh khud se maanna theek hai. Main nahi janchunga.” 

Maa ki aankhein phail gayi aur woh turant bagiche ki taraf muh mod li. “Beta, kya keh rahe ho? Mujhe kisi aur mard se pasand nahi. Main tere papa se shaadi shuda hoon. Main achhi Musalmaan biwi hoon. Yeh vichar jo tu mere dimag mein daal raha hai galat hain. Main sirf isliye pehni kyunki aaramdayak hai aur Papa night shift par hain toh koi nahi dekhega. Sirf yahi wajah hai. Aise chhedna band kar.” 

Main muskuraya aur uske ghutne par thapki di. “Theek hai theek hai, mazak kar raha tha. Lekin tu isme bahut sundar lag rahi hai. Sach. Dhruv ka swaad achha hai.” 

Woh ek pal chup rahi, phir khud se chhoti sharmili muskaan de di. “Shukriya beta. Lekin aisi baatein mat kar. Mujhe… pareshan kar deti hai.” 

Uske baad hum aaram se chup baithe, lekin maine notice kiya kaise woh baar baar nightdress ko apni badi gaand par smooth kar rahi thi aur gale ko adjust kar rahi thi, jaise kapde ke har curve ko ab mehsoos kar rahi ho. 

Us raat maine dekha woh master bedroom se chupke nikal rahi thi, papa der raat laut aaye the, toh usne papa ko kharate lete chhod diya band darwaze ke peeche. 

Maa drawing room mein aayi aur sofa par baith gayi us neeli resham nightdress mein jo Dhruv ne di thi—patla chamakdaar kapda har curve par chipka hua, chhota hem jaanghon par chadh raha tha jab woh baithi. 

Uska chehra pareshan tha, aankhein bedroom ki taraf ghabraati hui mud rahi thi pehle woh peeche leti aur haath ghumne lagi. Usne apne bhari stan ko soft pink kapde ke upar se pakda, dheere dabate hue, anguthon se sakht hote choochiyon par circle banati hui jabki uske honthon se kaanpti saans nikli. 






“Bhagwan… main aisi kyun hoon?” usne khud se phusphusaaya, awaaz sharm se bhari. “Us Dhruv ke chumban ke baad yeh asahya garmi aur vasna kyun mehsoos ho rahi hai? Main uske ghar sirf usse door rehne ko chetavni dene gayi thi, lekin khud usse chumban karne diya… aur ab main rok nahi paa rahi sochne se.” 

“Main kitni gandi randi hoon. Ek pavitra Musalmaan aurat jo din mein paanch baar ,,., padhti hai, jo khud ko dhakati hai, jo bees saal se wafadaar biwi rahi—phir bhi yahaan main raat ke beech mein khud ko chhoo rahi hoon jab mera pati agle kamre mein so raha hai.” 

“Mujhe andar se itna ganda lag raha hai, itni sharm aa rahi hai. Maine pichhle poore hafte yeh vichar door karne ki koshish ki, achhi banne ki, lekin har baar aankh band karte hi woh chumban yaad aa jaata hai aur mera shareer dhokha de deta hai. Maine papa ko goodnight chumban dena bhi band kar diya kyunki kisi aur mard ke honth pehle mere se lage the… maine uske saath aisa kaise kar sakti hoon? Main kaunsi biwi hoon?” 

Uska haath neeche gaya jab woh khud se baat karti rahi, silky pink hem ko poora upar karke jab tak ungliyaan uski kachhi ke andar slip ho gayi aur uski geeli chut ko paa li. 

Usne dheere doshi circles apni sooji honthon par ragadne shuru kiye, phir do ungliyaan andar dhakel di geeli awaaz ke saath, uski kamar sofa se thodi upar uthi. 

“Main ab khud par kaboo nahi rakh sakti,” usne saans li, awaaz khud se nafrat se toot rahi thi. “Main asantusht hoon… gandi ghinoni randi jo sirf kisi aur mard ke baare mein soch kar geeli ho jaati hai. Kam se kam maine vyabhichar nahi kiya… sirf chumban tha, chhota sa paap, aur kuchh nahi. Main abhi bhi achhi Musalmaan biwi aur maa ban sakti hoon agar bas tauba kar loon.” 

Lekin phir uski awaaz aur neeche giri, nayi sharm se kaanpti hui. “Nahi… main phir khud se jhooth bol rahi hoon. Asal mein mujhe Dhruv ka chumban bahut pasand aaya, uski jeebh ka swaad mere muh mein kitna achha tha. Bhagwan, main itna mazaa lene wali gandi randi hoon!” 

Usne ungliyaan aur gehra dhakeli, saans mein khud ko gaali dete hue. “Har ,,., ke baad maine extra dua maangi bhagwan se ki yeh aag bujha de, lekin yeh aur tez jal rahi hai. Mujhe khud se maa ke roop mein, biwi ke roop mein, Musalmaan aurat ke roop mein itni sharm aa rahi hai jisme izzat honi chahiye.” 

“Mera beta… agar usse pata chal jaaye ki uski apni maa yahaan baith kar apni chut mein ungli kar rahi hai aur chumban par moan kar rahi hai jo use kabhi nahi lena chahiye tha? Main har din khud ko kamzor hone ke liye gaali deti hoon. Main Dhruv ko bhi gaali deti hoon is bhukh jagane ke liye, lekin zyadatar khud ko kyunki main rok nahi paa rahi.” 

“Main aisa mehsoos kyun kar rahi hoon? Mera shareer aur maang kyun kar raha hai jabki mera dimag chillaa raha hai ki galat hai? Main achhi aurat hoon… ya kam se kam thi. Ab main sirf gandi slut hoon jo chhup kar khud ko chhooti hai aur pati ki aankhon mein dekh bhi nahi sakti.” 

“Bhagwan mujhe maaf kar… mujhe maafi nahi milni chahiye. Main is vasna mein kho gayi hoon aur mujhe nahi pata wapas kaise aaoon.” Uski ungliyaan tez hone lagi, aur gehra dhakelti hui, neeli nightdress kamar par sika hua, stan upar neeche tez hote hue jab woh sharmnak sukh mein kho gayi, har tooti saans ke beech tooti gaaliyaan khud ko deti hui. 

Baad mein usne snaan kiya, aur ,,., padhne gayi, usne neela pattern wala abaya pehna aur ,,., shuru ki. 







Teen din baad sab badalne laga. Maa ghar mein chup rehne lagi. Main ne usse phone check karte pakda—rasoi mein sabzi kaat te hue, drawing room mein kapde fold karte hue, ek baar bathroom mein jab darwaza thoda khula tha. 

Woh screen par dekhti, saans chhodti, phir phone pocket mein daal deti nirasha bhari nazar se. Dhruv ne ek baar bhi message ya call nahi kiya, bilkul jaise vaada kiya tha. Woh intezaar kar rahi thi, umeed kar rahi thi, aur yeh sannata usse kha raha tha. 

Papa ne bhi shaam ki chai ke waqt notice kiya jab night shift jaane se pehle. “Minal, poore hafte se tu soch mein khoi hui hai. Ghar mein sab theek toh hai? Tu kuchh dekhe bina dekhe ja rahi hai.” 

Maa ne zabardasti hasi aur taal diya. “Kuchh nahi ji. Bas garmi se thak gayi hoon. Mere baare mein chinta mat karo.” 

Lekin mujhe zyada pata tha. Woh har ghante mein us chumban ko repeat kar rahi thi—uski jeebh uske muh mein, uske mazboot haath uski badi gaand ko dabate hue, kaise uska apna shareer dhokha de kar aur paas chipka tha. 

'. dosh tha, lekin kacchi bhukh bhi thi. Woh chahti thi Dhruv pehle message kare taaki woh bahana bana sake ki woh khud peeche nahi pad rahi. Lekin usne nahi kiya. Aur har din ke saath uski zarurat badhti gayi. 

Us dopahar ke ek poore hafte baad, jab papa kaam par chale gaye, Maa ne mujhe drawing room mein gher liya. Woh sofa par mere paas baithi, itna paas ki mujhe uska chameli ka itar mehsoos ho raha tha. 

“Beta,” usne dheere shuru kiya, “kya tu abhi bhi kabhi kabhi Dhruv ke ghar jaata hai? Jaise pichhle hafte gaya tha?” 

Main ne sar hilaya. “Haan, kal thodi der gaya tha. Kyun?” 

Woh ruk gayi, dupatta modte hue. “Kya woh… kya woh kabhi mere baare mein poochhta hai? Jaise mera naam leta hai ya poochhta hai main kaisi hoon?” 

Main ne usse dhyaan se dekha, uski aankhon mein umeed aur ghabrahat ka mishran dekhte hue. “Nahi Maa. Usne tere baare mein bilkul nahi poocha.” 

Uska chehra itni tez gir gaya ki dekhna dard bhara tha. Usne jaldi jaldi palak jhapkaayi, saaf shock mein. “Woh… usne nahi? Ek baar bhi nahi? Lekin sab kuchh hone ke baad… maine socha tha woh kam se kam sochta hoga main kaisi hoon. Ya tour ka zikr karega. Ya kuchh.” 

Main dekh sakta tha uske andar chot aur pareshani ka toofan. Usne umeed ki thi Dhruv uska zikr karega, yeh dikhayega ki woh uske baare mein soch raha hai jaise woh uske baare mein soch rahi thi. Yeh sannata usse bilkul waise hi tod raha tha jaise usne plan kiya tha. 

Main ne thoda dhakelne ka faisla kiya, jhooth bol kar aag ko bhadaate hue. “Asal mein Maa, jab maine poocha tha toh usne kuchh kaha tha. Usne kaha ki usne tujhe sach mein pasand kiya tha—bola tu sundar aur dayalu hai aur teri company bahut pasand aayi. Lekin phir bola ki woh kisi aur aurat ko dhoondh raha hai. Shayad chhoti umar ki, shaadi shuda nahi. Bola behtar hai waise.” 

Maa ka muh khula aur band hua. Woh sach mein shock mein thi, jaise kisi ne thappad maara ho. Uske gaal gehre laal hue, aur ek pal ko laga woh ro degi. 

Lekin usne gehri saans li aur chhoti muskaan banayi jo aankhon tak nahi pahunchi. “Oh… yeh… uske liye achha hai shayad. Usse kisi sahi insaan ko milna chahiye. Main waise bhi shaadi shuda hoon, toh yeh behtar hai. Haan, behtar.” 







Usne shabdon ko kaha, lekin uski awaaz aakhri par toot gayi, aur woh jaldi se haathon mein dekha. Main dekh sakta tha usse uske kisi aur ke saath hone ka vichar nafrat tha. Eershya uske chehre par saaf likhi thi, bhale hi chhupane ki koshish ki. 

Main ek pal ruka, phir dheere bola. “Maa, agar tu chahti hai ki woh tujhe message kare toh main bata sakta hoon. Usse baat karne ki kami mehsoos karna theek hai.” 

Woh bahut der chup rahi, honth kaat ti hui jaise koi badi ladai lad rahi ho. Aakhir mein phusphusaayi, “Kya tu… usse keh sakta hai mujhe message kare? Sirf ek baar? Main usse pareshan nahi karna chahti agar woh doosri auraton ke saath busy hai, lekin… shayad sirf mera hello bol de?” 

Main dekh sakta tha uske liye poochna kitna mushkil tha—shaadi shuda Musalmaan aurat ke roop mein uska garv uske andar badhti zarurat se lad raha tha. Main ne aage badh kar uska haath pakda. 

“Maa, aise sangharsh karne ki zarurat nahi. Main usse bata dunga ki tu usse message chahti hai. Lekin sach bataun toh, kal khud uske ghar kyun nahi chali jaati? Intezaar aur sochne se behtar hai. Pehle ki tarah saamne baat kar sakti hai.” 

Maa ki aankhein sujhaav par phail gayi, lekin lambi rukawat ke baad usne sharm se sar hilaya, gaal jalte hue. “Shayad… main jaungi. Hawa saaf karne ke liye. Shukriya beta. Tu bahut samajhdaar hai.” 

Agli subah maine apne bedroom ki khidki se dekha Maa taiyaar ho rahi thi. Usne soft pink abaya pehna tha jo uski badi gaand ko chipak raha tha aur cleavage thoda sa dikha raha tha bina saaf hone ke. 

Usne phone ek baar aur check kiya, saans chhodi, phir ghar se paidal bus stop ki taraf chali. Main ne scooter uthaya aur safe door se busy sadkon se follow kiya. 

Jab woh Dhruv ke banglow pahunchi, woh gate par lagbhag ek minute khadi rahi, dupatta smooth karti hui aur gehri saans lete hue. Phir woh aage badhi aur lakdi ke darwaze par zor se knock kiya. 

Dhruv ne darwaza khola, aur uske chehre par shock ek pal ke liye asli tha pehle woh poori khushi mein pighal gaya. “Minal? Tu yahaan kya kar rahi hai?” 

Jawab dene se pehle, woh aage badha aur usse tight galey lagaya, uske mazboot baahon ne uski kamar ke charo taraf lapet liya, uske bhare stan uske seene se dab gaye. 

Maine dekha uska shareer aadhe second ke liye sakht hua, phir usme pighal gaya, uske haath uski peeth par aa gaye. Usne usse zarurat se zyada der pakda, ek haath neeche slide karke uski badi gaand ki curve par ek pal ke liye adhikaar se rakh kar phir usse andar le gaya. 

Darwaza unke peeche dheere se band ho gaya. 

Main sadak ke us paar scooter par chhupa raha, dil tez dhadak raha tha, patloon mein lund phir sakht. Dhruv bilkul sahi tha—Maa khud uske paas wapas aayi thi, bilkul jaise usne anumaan lagaya tha. 

Peechha khatam ho gaya tha, aur ab asli khel shuru ho raha tha. Main soch raha tha abhi band darwaze ke peeche woh uske saath kya kar raha hoga. Kya woh usse phir se chumban kar raha tha, un naram honthon ka swaad le raha tha? 

Kya woh uski salwar upar kar ke uski nangi gaand pakad raha tha? Kya woh use seedhe bedroom le ja raha tha taaki shaadi shuda Musalmaan aurat ko jo door nahi reh saki uska daava kar sake? 

Jo bhi tha, ek baat pakki thi: yeh Maa ke badlav ki sirf shuruaat thi. Aur main har kadam dekhne wala tha