23-08-2026, 02:48 PM
Menaka almost zor se kadam rakhte hue bedroom gayi aur kapde pehnne lagi. Pehle normal bra aur panty daali. Phir dekhna interesting tha ki woh thodi der confuse si rahi ki kya pehne. Pehle usne ek saree aur petticoat uthaya.
Kaafi der haath mein liye rakha, jaise soch rahi ho. Phir unhe wapas rakh diya aur salwar-kameez ki taraf haath badhaya. Wahi thodi der sochti rahi. Aakhir mein usne woh pehna jo mainne usko bohot kam pehnte dekha tha.
Woh uske paas maujood do-teen full-length household gown mein se ek thi. Bombay ki garmi mein kai auratein inhe pasand karti hain — poora body cover kar deti hain, izzat bani rehti hai, aur itni loose aur patli hoti hain ki paseena bhi nahi aata. Menaka hamesha kehti thi ki usko yeh bilkul pasand nahi, kyunki bohot purane tarike ki aur “aunty” jaisi lagti hain. Par aaj woh ek blue gown pehen ke bahar aayi.
Mera andaza tha uske soch ka. Woh ab bhi andar se resentful thi, aur shayad sharminda bhi, itni der nangi rehne ke baad. Koi bhi bell baja sakta tha — salesman, delivery boy. Gown usko respectful rakhti thi.
Saath hi, agar baad mein Dara ke saath phir se kuch hone lage toh utaarna bhi aasan tha. Bilkul practical.
Woh living room mein aayi toh Dara ab bhi sofa pe faila hua tha, paseene se lath-path. Vimla kitchen se nikal ke aa rahi thi.
Menaka ne seedha unki taraf dekha aur sakht awaaz mein kaha, “Ab dono nikal jao.”
Dara ne bhaari se uthte hue uski taraf dekha. Uski aankhein phir se uske body pe ghumne lagi — gown ke neeche bhi uski bhari hui shape saaf samajh aa rahi thi. Usne ek haath aage badhaya.
“Arre memsaab… abhi toh maza shuru hua tha. Thodi der aur…”
“Nahi.” Menaka ne saaf rok diya. “Bahut ho gaya. Ab ghar se nikal jao. Dono.”
Dara ne ek kadam uski taraf badhaya, awaaz mein phir se woh bhookh aa gayi thi. “Itni jaldi kya hai? Ayan toh abhi ghanton baad aayega. Main tujhe is gown ke saath hi…”
“Dara.” Menaka ne apni awaaz aur sakht kar li. “Main serious hoon. Abhi nikal jao. Varna main khud building ke dusre watchman ko bulaungi.”
Vimla chupchaap apne kapde sametne lagi. Uske chehre pe ab bhi thakan aur thodi si bezzati ke nishaan the.
Dara ne kuch second tak Menaka ko ghura — jaise ek aakhri baar try kar raha ho. Par uske chehre pe jo pakka faisla tha, usse dekh ke usne shoulders uthaye. Usne apni pants uthayi, pehni, aur bina kuch bole darwaze ki taraf badha.
Jaate-jaate usne ek baar phir mudke Menaka ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein ab bhi bhookh baaki thi, par usne kuch nahi kaha.
Darwaza band hua.
Menaka ne peeche se lock lagaaya. Phir apni peeth darwaze se laga ke thodi der khadi rahi, aankhein band kiye. Saans ab bhi thodi tez thi.
Neeche shack mein Dara gaya. Usne kapde fenke, purane mattress pe let gaya, aur aankhein band kar li.
Shareer toh thak chuka tha, par dimaag mein ab bhi Menaka ki woh bhari gaand, uski chut ki tightness, aur uski cheekhein ghoom rahi thi.
Woh so gaya… lekin uski bhookh ab bhi baaki thi.
Menaka ne darwaza lock karne ke baad ek gehri saans li. Pair ab bhi halka-halka kaanp rahe the. Woh dheere-dheere bedroom ki taraf chal di. Har kadam pe uski gaand aur chut mein abhi bhi Dara ke rehne ka ehsaas ho raha tha — halka dard, geelaapan, aur ek ajeeb si khali jagah.
Bedroom mein jaake usne gown nahi utaari. Bas bed pe let gayi, face upar, aankhein ceiling pe tiki hui. Parda thoda khula tha, dopahar ki roshni kamre mein faili hui thi. Bahar se normal building ki awaazein aa rahi thi — kisi ki cough, door ka khulna-band hona, door se kisi bache ki chillahut. Sab kuch itna normal… jaise abhi abhi kuch hua hi na ho.
Par uske andar toh toofan tha.
Maine aaj kya kiya…
Uske dimaag mein scene ek ke baad ek flash ho rahe the. Dara ka lund uske munh mein. Vimla ki jeebh uski chut pe. Khud Vimla ke upar let ke Dara ko andar leta hua. Apni hi awaaz — “Aur tez… aur tez…” — jo ab uske kaanon mein sharmindagi ke saath gunj rahi thi.
Usne dono haath se munh dhak liya.
Mera beta hai… Ayan.
Sirf naam lene se hi uska pet sikud gaya. Woh bacha jo subah doodh maangta hai, jo uske gale se lipat ke sota hai, jo usko “Mamma” bolke bulaata hai. Usi mummy ne aaj ek budhe watchman aur uski maid ke saath…
Aur Prakash…
Shohar jo mahino door rehta hai, jo uske liye mehnat karta hai, jo usko trust karta hai. Usne aaj usi ghar mein, usi sofa pe, usi bed ke kuch feet door… kisi aur ko apna shareer diya. Nahi… sirf diya nahi. Maza liya.
Maanga. Cheekhi. Jhada.
Guilt ab uske seene pe baith gaya tha. Bhaari. Sans lene mushkil ho rahi thi.
Main kaise itni neeche gir gayi?
Pehle sirf dekhna tha. Phir chhuna. Phir ek baar. Phir do baar. Aur aaj… threesome. Ek budha watchman. Ek maid. Aur woh — shaadi-shuda, padhi-likhi, beta wali aurat — unke beech nangi, chudti, chusti, jhadti.
Usne side se lipat ke fetal position le li. Gown uske shareer pe chipki hui thi. Aankhon mein paani aa gaya, par zor se ro nahi paayi. Bas halki-halki siski nikal rahi thi.
Agar Ayan ko kabhi pata chal gaya…
Agar Prakash ne kabhi jaan liya…
Yeh soch ke uska poora shareer kaanp utha. Shayari nahi, drama nahi — pure dahshat thi. Uska poora jeevan, uski izzat, uske bete ka bhavishya… sab ek budhe watchman ke lund ki bhookh pe daav pe lag gaya tha.
Par sabse zyada jo baat usko khaa rahi thi, woh yeh thi ki…
Mujhe maza aaya tha.
Itna maza. Itni intensity. Itni chhod. Jab Dara uske andar tha, jab usne usko toda, jab usne Vimla ke saamne uski taareef ki aur usko belittle kiya — tab uske andar ek gehri, gandi si satisfaction bhi thi. Aur ab wahi satisfaction usko aur sharminda kar rahi thi.
Woh bed pe lipati rahi. Aankhein band. Saansein dheere. Shareer thaka hua, dimaag apne hi kiye hue gunahon ke bhoj se daba hua.
Bahar duniya normal chal rahi thi.
Andar… Menaka apne aap se haar chuki thi.
Shaam ke baad Dara seedha shack mein aa gaya tha. Kapde fenke, purane mattress pe let gaya, haath sar ke neeche rakh ke ceiling ko dekhne laga. Shareer ab bhi thaka hua tha, par chehre pe ek gehra, santusht sa expression tha. Paseena sukh chuka tha, lekin skin se ab bhi us din ki gandagi aur masti ki boo aa rahi thi.
Raat ke almost 11 baj rahe the jab Banke duty se free hoke shack ke andar aaya. Usne torch band ki, kapde change kiye aur apne wale kone mein baith gaya. Dara ab bhi aankhein kholi hue leta tha.
“So gaya kya?” Banke ne poocha.
Dara hansaa. “Abhi nahi. Aaj ka din itna mast tha ki neend nahi aa rahi.”
Banke ka chehra thoda sa taut ho gaya. “Kya hua tha?”
Dara ne side se karwat li, ek haath se apna lund adjust kiya, aur bolna shuru kar diya — bilkul detail mein, jaise koi story suna raha ho.
“Subah Ayan college gaya. Main seedha upar chala gaya. Memsaab kitchen mein thi… sirf apron aur panty mein. Maine usko wahi pe pehle choda. Counter pe, phir deewar se laga ke. Itni geeli thi ki lund slip ho raha tha. Phir living room mein le gaya.
Wahan Vimla aa gayi beech mein…”
Banke ki aankhein paat gayi. “Vimla bhi?”
“Haan. Pehle toh scene bigad gaya, par baad mein teeno ka ho gaya.” Dara ke chehre pe ghamandi smile aa gayi. “Pehle main Vimla ko pel raha tha, memsaab sofa pe baith ke khud ko chu rahi thi blanket ke neeche.
Phir blanket hat gaya. Phir memsaab ne khud shorts utaar diye. Vimla uski chut chaatne lagi, main peeche se Vimla ko chod raha tha. Phir memsaab ne mera lund chusa… Vimla ke saath milke. Thook se lath-path kar diya tha dono ne. Balls bhi choose usne.”
Banke ka chehra ab laal hone laga tha. Uske haath mutthi ban gaye the.
Dara jaari raha, jaan-bujh ke aur detail de raha tha.
“Phir main ne memsaab ko Vimla ke upar litaya. Pehle Vimla ko thoda pela, phir memsaab ki chut mein daala. Saala itni tight thi ki pehle toh dheere jaana pada. Par jab poora andar gaya na… phir maine usko toda. Tez, gehra, poora janwar ban ke. Woh chillane lagi ‘aur tez… aur tez’. Jhadte waqt usne meri peeth mein nakhun gaad diye. Main bhi uske andar hi jhad gaya. Cum bahar nikal ke Vimla pe gir raha tha.”
Banke ab control mein nahi tha. “Tu… tu usko itna openly… Vimla ke saamne…?”
“Haan. Aur usko maza bhi aa raha tha. Jab main uski taareef karta tha aur Vimla ki body ko bolta tha ‘patli hai, boobs nahi hai, gaand mein kuch nahi’, toh memsaab ke chehre pe ek alag hi wali satisfaction aati thi.”
Banke ne uth ke pani piya, par gala sukha hi raha. “Aur main neeche duty kar raha tha… tu upar dono ko pel raha tha.”
Dara hansaa. “Isliye toh tujhe neeche bhejta hoon. Koi toh kaam karega na building ka. Main memsaab ke saath busy rehta hoon toh duty toh tujhe hi karni padegi.”
Yeh baat Banke ke andar jaake lagi. Usne zor se bottle neeche rakhi.
“Har baar yahi hota hai. Jab bhi tera mood hota hai, tu upar chala jaata hai. Aur mujhe bolta hai ‘neeche reh, kisi ko mat aane dena’. Pehle main tha jo usko choda tha… ab tu saara maza le raha hai aur mujhe watchman bana ke rakh diya hai.”
Dara ne side se uski taraf dekha. Ab uske tone mein thoda sa superiority aa gaya tha.
“Kyunki main better khelta hoon. Memsaab ko jo chahiye woh main deta hoon. Tu jaldi jhad jaata hai, main usko todta hoon. Isliye woh mere peeche padti hai. Aur tujhe duty karni padti hai.”
Banke ka chehra ab nakhun se laal ho chuka tha. Woh uth ke shack ke andar chhalne laga.
“Main bhi usko chodna chahta hoon. Main bhi uski woh soft gaand pakadna chahta hoon. Tu har baar kyu beech mein aa jaata hai? Har baar tu hi kyun?”
Dara ab bhi mattress pe aaram se leta tha, haath sar ke neeche.
“Kyunki main usko better samajhta hoon. Aur kyunki tu easy hai. Main bolta hoon duty kar, tu kar deta hai. Main bolta hoon neeche reh, tu reh jaata hai. Agar tu thoda strong hota toh shayad kabhi-kabhi tera bhi number aa jaata.”
Banke ruk gaya. Uski saansein tez thi.
“Kal se main bhi upar jaunga,” usne kaha. “Ab aur nahi. Tu akela nahi maarega usko.”
Dara ne aankh nikaal ke uski taraf dekha, phir dheere se hansaa.
“Dekh lena. Par yaad rakh… agar tune scene bigada, toh main memsaab ko bol dunga ki tu force kar raha hai. Phir dekhna kaun duty pe lagta hai permanent.”
Banke chup chaap apne kone mein jaake let gaya. Aankhein khuli thi. Andar jalan, jealousy, frustration, sab ubal raha tha.
Dara ne side se karwat li, aankhein band kar li. Uske munh pe ab bhi wohi santusht, thaki hui muskurahat thi.
Ek taraf Dara so raha tha, dimaag mein ab bhi Menaka ki chut aur uski cheekhein ghoom rahi thi.
Doosri taraf Banke aankhein khole leta tha, mutthi bhiichi hui, dil mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi —
Ab bahut ho gaya. Ab main bhi usko lunga.
Main hotel room mein baitha kuch kaam-related cheezein catch up kar raha tha, saath hi biwi pe nazar bhi rakh raha tha.
Jab usne Ayan ko pick kiya, toh usko normal routine mein dekh ke almost bhool gaya ki bas kuch ghante pehle woh hamare watchman ki godi mein upar-neeche hop rahi thi. Ab woh phir se wahi demure housewife aur mom lag rahi thi jo main almost das saal se jaanta tha. Usne Ayan ko change karwaya, TV dekhte hue usse vegetables khilayi, phir uske saath homework check kiya. Beech-beech mein living room saaf karti rahi — khaas taur pe us chair ko bohot zor se ragda jispe woh Dara ke lund pe baithi thi.
Ghante guzarte gaye. Usne Ayan ko afternoon nap ke liye sula diya. Phir meri biwi, ek simple si saree mein, TV ke saamne baith gayi. Soap opera chal raha tha, par uski nazar kahin door khoi hui thi.
Thodi der baad doorbell baji.
Woh darwaze pe gayi, peephole se dekha, ek gehri saans li, aur phir darwaza khola.
“Yeh kya bakchodi hai memsaab?” Banke, woh lamba, strong jawaan watchman, andar aate hi chillaaya. Uske chehre pe saaf irritation aur frustration thi.
“Shhh! Ayan so raha hai,” Menaka ne dheeme se kaha. Woh pahonch ke bete ke kamre ka darwaza band kar ke bolt laga aayi.
Banke wahi khada reh gaya jaise kisi bache se uski candy cheen li gayi ho. Uske andar ki jalan saaf jhalak rahi thi.
“Tumhara kya scene hai?” Menaka ne thodi door reh ke poocha.
“Jo kuch Dara ne mujhe bataya… kya woh sab sach hai?”
“Kya bataya usne?”
Banke ne short mein, lekin bilkul accurate, subah se lekar threesome tak ka poora hisaab sunaya. Menaka ka chehra pehle safeed hua, phir gulabi, phir gehra laal. Apni hi gandagi kisi teesre vyakti ke munh se sun ke uski sharm hadd paar kar gayi.
“Sach hai na?” jawaan watchman ghurte hue bola.
“Nahi… nahi,” Menaka ne jhooth bola.
Banke ke chehre pe gussa flash hua.
“Tumhe lagta hai main bewakoof hoon, tum ameer randi?”
“Mujhe aise mat bol. Apni hadd mein reh, tu ek gareeb watchman hai,” Menaka ne palat ke kaha.
Banke ne do tezz kadam badhaye aur uske baal pakad liye.
“Sun, tu randi,” usne dhamki bhare hue dheeme se kaha. “Mujhe pata hai watchman ka kaam kya hota hai. Yeh nahi hota ki main yahan pe lookout bana rahu jab tu din-raat Dara se chudwaye, aur phir uske saath threesome bhi kare.”
“Chhod mujhe!” Menaka jhujhlayi, par uski pakad bohot tight thi. Main almost uthne hi wala tha ki kahin yeh kuch jhatpat na kar de. Aakhir mein usne chhod diya.
“Us din kya bol rahi thi tu? ‘Mere standards hain’. Threesome meri hadd se bahar hai. Par jab Dara ungli uthata hai, toh tu bas gaand hilaa ke sab kuch kar deti hai. Vimla ke saath threesome tak.”
“Main… main nahi chahti thi yeh sab.”
“Usne force kiya?”
“Nahi… bilkul force nahi.”
“Phir?” woh ghoorta raha.
Menaka chup reh gayi. Nazar neeche kar li, chehre pe pure sharm thi. Ek minute se zyada khamoshi rahi. Banke intezaar karta raha. Phir uska sabr jawaab de gaya. Usne uska kandha pakda aur usko ghumane laga.
“Kya kar rahe ho?” Menaka ne protest kiya.
“Dara ne apna maza le liya… ab meri baari,” uske right haath ne uski saree ke petticoat ka nada pakad liya. Pants mein bulge saaf ban raha tha.
“Nahi… please Banke… mera beta agle kamre mein so raha hai,” Menaka ne bheekh maangi.
Banke ruka. Usne usko chhod diya.
“Bahut badhiya. Jab beta ghar pe hota hai toh main tujhe chhoo bhi nahi sakta. Jab college mein hota hai toh tu Dara ki property ban jaati hai. Aur mera kya?”
Mujhe uske liye bura laga. Uski baat mein dum tha. Woh pehla tha jisne meri biwi ko actual sex tak le gaya tha… aur ab Dara saara maza luta ja raha tha jabki yeh neeche chair pe baitha duty kar raha tha.
“Chale jao… please… main haath jodti hoon,” Menaka ne haath jod liye.
Banke kuch second tak usko ghurta raha. Phir usne darwaza itni zor se band kiya ki poori dhanak si aa gayi.
Uske jaane ke baad Menaka wahi khadi reh gayi, saans tez, chehre pe sharm aur thakan ka mix. Andar hi andar usko bhi ehsaas ho raha tha ki Banke ki frustration bejaaz nahi thi. Dara ab poora khel control kar raha tha… aur baaki sab uske pie ke tukde bhi nahi paa rahe the.
Banke jab shack se bahar nikla toh uska chehra gusse se laal tha. Muthhiyan bhiichi hui thi, jaabdon mein zor aa raha tha.
Dara ke alfaz ab bhi uske kaanon mein gunj rahe the — “tu easy hai… duty kar… main memsaab ke saath busy rehta hoon.”
Woh building ke peeche wale dark corner mein jaake khada ho gaya. Cigarette jalaayi, gehra kash liya, aur sochne laga.
Bahut ho gaya. Ab aur nahi.
Dara har baar usko neeche bhej deta tha. Har baar memsaab ke saath time spend karta tha. Threesome tak kar liya usne… aur Banke ko sirf sunne ko mila.
Uske dimaag mein ek khayal aaya. Khatarnak, lekin effective.
Vimla ka pati.
Woh daru peeta tha, gusse wala tha, aur Vimla ke bare mein already shak karta rehta tha. Agar usko pata chal jaaye ki uski biwi roof pe aur shack mein kis-kis ke saath so rahi hai… toh scene bigad sakta hai. Dara ki naukri bhi ja sakti hai. Building se nikal bhi sakta hai woh.
Banke ne cigarette zameen pe bujhaayi aur sochne laga details.
Main Vimla ke pati ko sab bata dunga. Roof wali baat, shack wali baat, kitni baar, kaise… sab. Par ek cheez bilkul nahi bataunga — memsaab ka naam.
Kyunki agar Menaka ka naam aa gaya toh poora scandal ban jaayega. Society involve ho jaayegi, security officer tak aa sakti hai, aur phir memsaab bhi door chali jaayegi. Woh nahi chahta tha.
Uska plan saaf tha:
• Vimla ke pati ko batao ki uski biwi Dara ke saath chakkar chala rahi hai.
• Dara ko target banao.
• Dara building se nikle ya itna busy/problem mein phans jaaye ki memsaab ke paas jaane ka time na rahe.
• Phir field khuli hogi. Tab Banke apna number chalayega.
Usne apne phone mein Vimla ke ghar ka area note kiya. Kal raat ko, jab Dara duty pe hoga, tab jaake uske pati se milne ka irada banaya. Seedha nahi bolega. Thoda farak se, thoda sharaab ke nashe mein, jaise gusse mein aa ke bol raha ho.
“Teri biwi raat-raat bhar us budhe gurkha ke saath roof pe leti hai… shack mein bhi jaati hai… main ne khud dekha hai.”
Bas. Itna kaafi hoga. Baaki aag khud bhadak jaayegi.
Banke ne socha:
Dara ko hatao. Memsaab ko bacha ke rakho. Phir dheere-dheere uspe apna kabza karo.
Uske chehre pe ek cold, angry si muskurahat aa gayi. Jealousy ab plan ban chuki thi.
Woh shack ki taraf wapas chala gaya, lekin ab uski chaal mein ek naya confidence tha. Dara ab bhi andar so raha hoga, apne “jeet” ke nashe mein.
Banke ne dheere se kaha, bilkul apne aap se:
“Maza aa gaya na tujhe aaj? Kal se dekhna… kaise maza kharab karta hoon tera.”
Raat gehri hoti ja rahi thi. Building ke neeche ek naya khel shuru hone wala tha — aur is baar Banke sirf dekhne wala nahi, chalane wala banne wala tha.
Banke ke jaate hi Menaka sofa pe zor se gir gayi. Ek lambi, bhaari saans li aur rone lagi. Mujhe uske liye bura toh laga, par saath hi thoda gussa bhi aa raha tha. Jab maine dekha ki woh phone uthane lagi hai, toh main almost call karne hi wala tha. Laga shayad mujhe hi call karne wali hai. Usne number dial kiya aur phone kaan se laga liya.
“Hello, Indu mausi? Main bol rahi hoon, Menaka.”
Huh? Yeh apni Thane wali mausi ko kyun call kar rahi thi?
“Main theek hoon. Haan, Ayan bhi theek hai. Aap se ek kaam tha. Hamari building mein agle kuch din maintenance ka kaam chal raha hai. Bohot shor hota hai. Ayan raat bhar nahi so paata. Kya hum kuch din aapke yahan reh sakte hain jab tak kaam khatam nahi ho jaata? Aapko takleef nahi dena chahti main… ohh bahut bahut shukriya.”
Yeh toh interesting turn tha. Main samajh raha tha ki Menaka is baat se hil gayi thi ki woh kitni gehrai tak gir chuki hai aur Dara ke control mein kitni aa chuki hai. Socha tha shayad thoda break leke khud ko sambhale. Par itna nahi socha tha ki woh seedha bhaag khadi hogi.
Lekin bilkul yahi hua. Woh jaise kisi jaldi mein ho, bedroom bhaagi aur packing shuru kar di. Aadhe ghante ke andar usne Ayan ko jagaya, bag uthaye, aur ghar se nikal gayi.
Main kuch der tak apne khali ghar ke kamron ko dekhte raha. Soch raha tha shayad woh raasta badal ke wapas aa jaaye.
Par nahi.
Woh chali gayi thi.
“Matlab gayab?”
Mainne apna dhyaan watchman ke shack wale feed pe shift kiya. Darwaza khula aur Dara andar aaya, peeche Banke.
“Matlab kya hota hai? Woh chali gayi hai.”
“Kahan gayi? Shopping?”
“Nahi, uske paas suitcase tha. Beta ko leke nikal gayi.”
“Tune roka kyun nahi?” Dara ka gussa nikal pada.
“Kaise rokta? Aas-paas kai neighbors khade the. Agar main usko pakad ke rokta toh log kya sochte?”
Dara ka chehra thoda bigda, phir usne shoulders uthaye aur halka sa hans diya.
“Shayad humne usko thoda zyada dhakel diya. Break chahiye hoga usko. Par wapas aayegi. Yeh uska ghar hai aakhir.”
“Tu ne toh soone ki murgi hi maar di,” Banke ne kadi awaaz mein kaha.
“Bilkul nahi. Woh fas chuki hai. Do-teen din tak uski chut mein mota lund nahi jayega toh khud bhaagti hui wapas aayegi. Promise. Main in auraton ko pehchanta hoon.”
Main Dara ke confidence pe hairaan tha. Pata nahi over-confidence tha ya sach. Meri biwi uske control mein kaafi gehri lag rahi thi… sirf physical nahi, emotional level pe bhi. Us connection se mujhe jalan bhi ho rahi thi.
Ussi din shaam ko Menaka Indu mausi ke ghar pahunch gayi. Thane ka chhota sa, shaant sa ghar. Ayan ko room mein sula ke woh khud balcony mein baith gayi. Hawa mein halki si thandak thi. Koi doorbell nahi, koi watchman nahi, koi sharmindagi wala sofa nahi.
Pehli baar poore din mein uske kandhe thode dhile pade. Saans puri bhari. Thodi der baad uske chehre pe halka sa sukoon aa gaya. Yahan woh phir se sirf Ayan ki mummy thi… kisi ki randi nahi.
Raat ko almost 11 baje uske phone pe message aaya.
Dara: Kahan hai memsaab? Itni jaldi bhaag gayi? Teri yaad aa rahi hai. Wapas aa ja. Main intezaar karunga.
Menaka ne message padha. Uski aankhein kuch second tak screen pe tiki rahi. Phir usne phone ulta rakh diya. Reply nahi kiya.
Doosra message aaya: Itni khoobsurat chut ko itne din bhookha rakhna theek nahi. Bol, kab aa rahi hai?
Usne woh bhi ignore kar diya. Phone silent mode pe laga ke side mein rakh diya aur aankhein band kar li.
Pehli baar usne Dara ko nahi chuna.
Us raat mujhe biwi ka short email aaya:
“Dearest Prakash
Ayan aur main Indu masi ke yahan rahenge jab tak tum wapas nahi aate. Ghar pe cheezein bohot complicated ho gayi hain, main ab handle nahi kar pa rahi. Jab milenge toh detail mein bataungi. Jab tum wapas aao toh seedha Indu masi ke ghar cab leke aana, humein pick karke ghar le chalna.
Love Menaka”
Agle kuch din kaafi boring guzre. Main saari feeds pe nazar rakhta raha, sochta raha ki Dara ki prediction sahi niklegi aur woh taste ke liye wapas aa jaayegi. Par woh dil se door hi rahi. Haan, Dara aur Banke ne
Vimla ko roof pe aur shack mein do-teen baar choda, par mujhe usme koi khas dilchaspi nahi thi.
Itna kuch dekhne ke baad main khud horny ho gaya tha. Do din feeds dekhne ke baad main apni ek purani fuck-buddy ke contact mein aaya. Uske saath Juhu ke ek ache restaurant mein dinner kiya, phir raat uske ghar guzari. Usse teen baar choda, par dimaag mein poori raat Menaka hi ghoomti rahi. Mera official return date bas do din door tha, aur main bekarar tha apni biwi ko aise chodne ke liye jaise pehle kabhi nahi choda tha.
Agli dopahar main apni fuck-buddy ke ghar se hotel wapas aaya, taiyaar ki ab saara equipment disconnect karke wapas kar doon.
Kaafi der haath mein liye rakha, jaise soch rahi ho. Phir unhe wapas rakh diya aur salwar-kameez ki taraf haath badhaya. Wahi thodi der sochti rahi. Aakhir mein usne woh pehna jo mainne usko bohot kam pehnte dekha tha.
Woh uske paas maujood do-teen full-length household gown mein se ek thi. Bombay ki garmi mein kai auratein inhe pasand karti hain — poora body cover kar deti hain, izzat bani rehti hai, aur itni loose aur patli hoti hain ki paseena bhi nahi aata. Menaka hamesha kehti thi ki usko yeh bilkul pasand nahi, kyunki bohot purane tarike ki aur “aunty” jaisi lagti hain. Par aaj woh ek blue gown pehen ke bahar aayi.
Mera andaza tha uske soch ka. Woh ab bhi andar se resentful thi, aur shayad sharminda bhi, itni der nangi rehne ke baad. Koi bhi bell baja sakta tha — salesman, delivery boy. Gown usko respectful rakhti thi.
Saath hi, agar baad mein Dara ke saath phir se kuch hone lage toh utaarna bhi aasan tha. Bilkul practical.
Woh living room mein aayi toh Dara ab bhi sofa pe faila hua tha, paseene se lath-path. Vimla kitchen se nikal ke aa rahi thi.
Menaka ne seedha unki taraf dekha aur sakht awaaz mein kaha, “Ab dono nikal jao.”
Dara ne bhaari se uthte hue uski taraf dekha. Uski aankhein phir se uske body pe ghumne lagi — gown ke neeche bhi uski bhari hui shape saaf samajh aa rahi thi. Usne ek haath aage badhaya.
“Arre memsaab… abhi toh maza shuru hua tha. Thodi der aur…”
“Nahi.” Menaka ne saaf rok diya. “Bahut ho gaya. Ab ghar se nikal jao. Dono.”
Dara ne ek kadam uski taraf badhaya, awaaz mein phir se woh bhookh aa gayi thi. “Itni jaldi kya hai? Ayan toh abhi ghanton baad aayega. Main tujhe is gown ke saath hi…”
“Dara.” Menaka ne apni awaaz aur sakht kar li. “Main serious hoon. Abhi nikal jao. Varna main khud building ke dusre watchman ko bulaungi.”
Vimla chupchaap apne kapde sametne lagi. Uske chehre pe ab bhi thakan aur thodi si bezzati ke nishaan the.
Dara ne kuch second tak Menaka ko ghura — jaise ek aakhri baar try kar raha ho. Par uske chehre pe jo pakka faisla tha, usse dekh ke usne shoulders uthaye. Usne apni pants uthayi, pehni, aur bina kuch bole darwaze ki taraf badha.
Jaate-jaate usne ek baar phir mudke Menaka ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein ab bhi bhookh baaki thi, par usne kuch nahi kaha.
Darwaza band hua.
Menaka ne peeche se lock lagaaya. Phir apni peeth darwaze se laga ke thodi der khadi rahi, aankhein band kiye. Saans ab bhi thodi tez thi.
Neeche shack mein Dara gaya. Usne kapde fenke, purane mattress pe let gaya, aur aankhein band kar li.
Shareer toh thak chuka tha, par dimaag mein ab bhi Menaka ki woh bhari gaand, uski chut ki tightness, aur uski cheekhein ghoom rahi thi.
Woh so gaya… lekin uski bhookh ab bhi baaki thi.
Menaka ne darwaza lock karne ke baad ek gehri saans li. Pair ab bhi halka-halka kaanp rahe the. Woh dheere-dheere bedroom ki taraf chal di. Har kadam pe uski gaand aur chut mein abhi bhi Dara ke rehne ka ehsaas ho raha tha — halka dard, geelaapan, aur ek ajeeb si khali jagah.
Bedroom mein jaake usne gown nahi utaari. Bas bed pe let gayi, face upar, aankhein ceiling pe tiki hui. Parda thoda khula tha, dopahar ki roshni kamre mein faili hui thi. Bahar se normal building ki awaazein aa rahi thi — kisi ki cough, door ka khulna-band hona, door se kisi bache ki chillahut. Sab kuch itna normal… jaise abhi abhi kuch hua hi na ho.
Par uske andar toh toofan tha.
Maine aaj kya kiya…
Uske dimaag mein scene ek ke baad ek flash ho rahe the. Dara ka lund uske munh mein. Vimla ki jeebh uski chut pe. Khud Vimla ke upar let ke Dara ko andar leta hua. Apni hi awaaz — “Aur tez… aur tez…” — jo ab uske kaanon mein sharmindagi ke saath gunj rahi thi.
Usne dono haath se munh dhak liya.
Mera beta hai… Ayan.
Sirf naam lene se hi uska pet sikud gaya. Woh bacha jo subah doodh maangta hai, jo uske gale se lipat ke sota hai, jo usko “Mamma” bolke bulaata hai. Usi mummy ne aaj ek budhe watchman aur uski maid ke saath…
Aur Prakash…
Shohar jo mahino door rehta hai, jo uske liye mehnat karta hai, jo usko trust karta hai. Usne aaj usi ghar mein, usi sofa pe, usi bed ke kuch feet door… kisi aur ko apna shareer diya. Nahi… sirf diya nahi. Maza liya.
Maanga. Cheekhi. Jhada.
Guilt ab uske seene pe baith gaya tha. Bhaari. Sans lene mushkil ho rahi thi.
Main kaise itni neeche gir gayi?
Pehle sirf dekhna tha. Phir chhuna. Phir ek baar. Phir do baar. Aur aaj… threesome. Ek budha watchman. Ek maid. Aur woh — shaadi-shuda, padhi-likhi, beta wali aurat — unke beech nangi, chudti, chusti, jhadti.
Usne side se lipat ke fetal position le li. Gown uske shareer pe chipki hui thi. Aankhon mein paani aa gaya, par zor se ro nahi paayi. Bas halki-halki siski nikal rahi thi.
Agar Ayan ko kabhi pata chal gaya…
Agar Prakash ne kabhi jaan liya…
Yeh soch ke uska poora shareer kaanp utha. Shayari nahi, drama nahi — pure dahshat thi. Uska poora jeevan, uski izzat, uske bete ka bhavishya… sab ek budhe watchman ke lund ki bhookh pe daav pe lag gaya tha.
Par sabse zyada jo baat usko khaa rahi thi, woh yeh thi ki…
Mujhe maza aaya tha.
Itna maza. Itni intensity. Itni chhod. Jab Dara uske andar tha, jab usne usko toda, jab usne Vimla ke saamne uski taareef ki aur usko belittle kiya — tab uske andar ek gehri, gandi si satisfaction bhi thi. Aur ab wahi satisfaction usko aur sharminda kar rahi thi.
Woh bed pe lipati rahi. Aankhein band. Saansein dheere. Shareer thaka hua, dimaag apne hi kiye hue gunahon ke bhoj se daba hua.
Bahar duniya normal chal rahi thi.
Andar… Menaka apne aap se haar chuki thi.
Shaam ke baad Dara seedha shack mein aa gaya tha. Kapde fenke, purane mattress pe let gaya, haath sar ke neeche rakh ke ceiling ko dekhne laga. Shareer ab bhi thaka hua tha, par chehre pe ek gehra, santusht sa expression tha. Paseena sukh chuka tha, lekin skin se ab bhi us din ki gandagi aur masti ki boo aa rahi thi.
Raat ke almost 11 baj rahe the jab Banke duty se free hoke shack ke andar aaya. Usne torch band ki, kapde change kiye aur apne wale kone mein baith gaya. Dara ab bhi aankhein kholi hue leta tha.
“So gaya kya?” Banke ne poocha.
Dara hansaa. “Abhi nahi. Aaj ka din itna mast tha ki neend nahi aa rahi.”
Banke ka chehra thoda sa taut ho gaya. “Kya hua tha?”
Dara ne side se karwat li, ek haath se apna lund adjust kiya, aur bolna shuru kar diya — bilkul detail mein, jaise koi story suna raha ho.
“Subah Ayan college gaya. Main seedha upar chala gaya. Memsaab kitchen mein thi… sirf apron aur panty mein. Maine usko wahi pe pehle choda. Counter pe, phir deewar se laga ke. Itni geeli thi ki lund slip ho raha tha. Phir living room mein le gaya.
Wahan Vimla aa gayi beech mein…”
Banke ki aankhein paat gayi. “Vimla bhi?”
“Haan. Pehle toh scene bigad gaya, par baad mein teeno ka ho gaya.” Dara ke chehre pe ghamandi smile aa gayi. “Pehle main Vimla ko pel raha tha, memsaab sofa pe baith ke khud ko chu rahi thi blanket ke neeche.
Phir blanket hat gaya. Phir memsaab ne khud shorts utaar diye. Vimla uski chut chaatne lagi, main peeche se Vimla ko chod raha tha. Phir memsaab ne mera lund chusa… Vimla ke saath milke. Thook se lath-path kar diya tha dono ne. Balls bhi choose usne.”
Banke ka chehra ab laal hone laga tha. Uske haath mutthi ban gaye the.
Dara jaari raha, jaan-bujh ke aur detail de raha tha.
“Phir main ne memsaab ko Vimla ke upar litaya. Pehle Vimla ko thoda pela, phir memsaab ki chut mein daala. Saala itni tight thi ki pehle toh dheere jaana pada. Par jab poora andar gaya na… phir maine usko toda. Tez, gehra, poora janwar ban ke. Woh chillane lagi ‘aur tez… aur tez’. Jhadte waqt usne meri peeth mein nakhun gaad diye. Main bhi uske andar hi jhad gaya. Cum bahar nikal ke Vimla pe gir raha tha.”
Banke ab control mein nahi tha. “Tu… tu usko itna openly… Vimla ke saamne…?”
“Haan. Aur usko maza bhi aa raha tha. Jab main uski taareef karta tha aur Vimla ki body ko bolta tha ‘patli hai, boobs nahi hai, gaand mein kuch nahi’, toh memsaab ke chehre pe ek alag hi wali satisfaction aati thi.”
Banke ne uth ke pani piya, par gala sukha hi raha. “Aur main neeche duty kar raha tha… tu upar dono ko pel raha tha.”
Dara hansaa. “Isliye toh tujhe neeche bhejta hoon. Koi toh kaam karega na building ka. Main memsaab ke saath busy rehta hoon toh duty toh tujhe hi karni padegi.”
Yeh baat Banke ke andar jaake lagi. Usne zor se bottle neeche rakhi.
“Har baar yahi hota hai. Jab bhi tera mood hota hai, tu upar chala jaata hai. Aur mujhe bolta hai ‘neeche reh, kisi ko mat aane dena’. Pehle main tha jo usko choda tha… ab tu saara maza le raha hai aur mujhe watchman bana ke rakh diya hai.”
Dara ne side se uski taraf dekha. Ab uske tone mein thoda sa superiority aa gaya tha.
“Kyunki main better khelta hoon. Memsaab ko jo chahiye woh main deta hoon. Tu jaldi jhad jaata hai, main usko todta hoon. Isliye woh mere peeche padti hai. Aur tujhe duty karni padti hai.”
Banke ka chehra ab nakhun se laal ho chuka tha. Woh uth ke shack ke andar chhalne laga.
“Main bhi usko chodna chahta hoon. Main bhi uski woh soft gaand pakadna chahta hoon. Tu har baar kyu beech mein aa jaata hai? Har baar tu hi kyun?”
Dara ab bhi mattress pe aaram se leta tha, haath sar ke neeche.
“Kyunki main usko better samajhta hoon. Aur kyunki tu easy hai. Main bolta hoon duty kar, tu kar deta hai. Main bolta hoon neeche reh, tu reh jaata hai. Agar tu thoda strong hota toh shayad kabhi-kabhi tera bhi number aa jaata.”
Banke ruk gaya. Uski saansein tez thi.
“Kal se main bhi upar jaunga,” usne kaha. “Ab aur nahi. Tu akela nahi maarega usko.”
Dara ne aankh nikaal ke uski taraf dekha, phir dheere se hansaa.
“Dekh lena. Par yaad rakh… agar tune scene bigada, toh main memsaab ko bol dunga ki tu force kar raha hai. Phir dekhna kaun duty pe lagta hai permanent.”
Banke chup chaap apne kone mein jaake let gaya. Aankhein khuli thi. Andar jalan, jealousy, frustration, sab ubal raha tha.
Dara ne side se karwat li, aankhein band kar li. Uske munh pe ab bhi wohi santusht, thaki hui muskurahat thi.
Ek taraf Dara so raha tha, dimaag mein ab bhi Menaka ki chut aur uski cheekhein ghoom rahi thi.
Doosri taraf Banke aankhein khole leta tha, mutthi bhiichi hui, dil mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi —
Ab bahut ho gaya. Ab main bhi usko lunga.
Main hotel room mein baitha kuch kaam-related cheezein catch up kar raha tha, saath hi biwi pe nazar bhi rakh raha tha.
Jab usne Ayan ko pick kiya, toh usko normal routine mein dekh ke almost bhool gaya ki bas kuch ghante pehle woh hamare watchman ki godi mein upar-neeche hop rahi thi. Ab woh phir se wahi demure housewife aur mom lag rahi thi jo main almost das saal se jaanta tha. Usne Ayan ko change karwaya, TV dekhte hue usse vegetables khilayi, phir uske saath homework check kiya. Beech-beech mein living room saaf karti rahi — khaas taur pe us chair ko bohot zor se ragda jispe woh Dara ke lund pe baithi thi.
Ghante guzarte gaye. Usne Ayan ko afternoon nap ke liye sula diya. Phir meri biwi, ek simple si saree mein, TV ke saamne baith gayi. Soap opera chal raha tha, par uski nazar kahin door khoi hui thi.
Thodi der baad doorbell baji.
Woh darwaze pe gayi, peephole se dekha, ek gehri saans li, aur phir darwaza khola.
“Yeh kya bakchodi hai memsaab?” Banke, woh lamba, strong jawaan watchman, andar aate hi chillaaya. Uske chehre pe saaf irritation aur frustration thi.
“Shhh! Ayan so raha hai,” Menaka ne dheeme se kaha. Woh pahonch ke bete ke kamre ka darwaza band kar ke bolt laga aayi.
Banke wahi khada reh gaya jaise kisi bache se uski candy cheen li gayi ho. Uske andar ki jalan saaf jhalak rahi thi.
“Tumhara kya scene hai?” Menaka ne thodi door reh ke poocha.
“Jo kuch Dara ne mujhe bataya… kya woh sab sach hai?”
“Kya bataya usne?”
Banke ne short mein, lekin bilkul accurate, subah se lekar threesome tak ka poora hisaab sunaya. Menaka ka chehra pehle safeed hua, phir gulabi, phir gehra laal. Apni hi gandagi kisi teesre vyakti ke munh se sun ke uski sharm hadd paar kar gayi.
“Sach hai na?” jawaan watchman ghurte hue bola.
“Nahi… nahi,” Menaka ne jhooth bola.
Banke ke chehre pe gussa flash hua.
“Tumhe lagta hai main bewakoof hoon, tum ameer randi?”
“Mujhe aise mat bol. Apni hadd mein reh, tu ek gareeb watchman hai,” Menaka ne palat ke kaha.
Banke ne do tezz kadam badhaye aur uske baal pakad liye.
“Sun, tu randi,” usne dhamki bhare hue dheeme se kaha. “Mujhe pata hai watchman ka kaam kya hota hai. Yeh nahi hota ki main yahan pe lookout bana rahu jab tu din-raat Dara se chudwaye, aur phir uske saath threesome bhi kare.”
“Chhod mujhe!” Menaka jhujhlayi, par uski pakad bohot tight thi. Main almost uthne hi wala tha ki kahin yeh kuch jhatpat na kar de. Aakhir mein usne chhod diya.
“Us din kya bol rahi thi tu? ‘Mere standards hain’. Threesome meri hadd se bahar hai. Par jab Dara ungli uthata hai, toh tu bas gaand hilaa ke sab kuch kar deti hai. Vimla ke saath threesome tak.”
“Main… main nahi chahti thi yeh sab.”
“Usne force kiya?”
“Nahi… bilkul force nahi.”
“Phir?” woh ghoorta raha.
Menaka chup reh gayi. Nazar neeche kar li, chehre pe pure sharm thi. Ek minute se zyada khamoshi rahi. Banke intezaar karta raha. Phir uska sabr jawaab de gaya. Usne uska kandha pakda aur usko ghumane laga.
“Kya kar rahe ho?” Menaka ne protest kiya.
“Dara ne apna maza le liya… ab meri baari,” uske right haath ne uski saree ke petticoat ka nada pakad liya. Pants mein bulge saaf ban raha tha.
“Nahi… please Banke… mera beta agle kamre mein so raha hai,” Menaka ne bheekh maangi.
Banke ruka. Usne usko chhod diya.
“Bahut badhiya. Jab beta ghar pe hota hai toh main tujhe chhoo bhi nahi sakta. Jab college mein hota hai toh tu Dara ki property ban jaati hai. Aur mera kya?”
Mujhe uske liye bura laga. Uski baat mein dum tha. Woh pehla tha jisne meri biwi ko actual sex tak le gaya tha… aur ab Dara saara maza luta ja raha tha jabki yeh neeche chair pe baitha duty kar raha tha.
“Chale jao… please… main haath jodti hoon,” Menaka ne haath jod liye.
Banke kuch second tak usko ghurta raha. Phir usne darwaza itni zor se band kiya ki poori dhanak si aa gayi.
Uske jaane ke baad Menaka wahi khadi reh gayi, saans tez, chehre pe sharm aur thakan ka mix. Andar hi andar usko bhi ehsaas ho raha tha ki Banke ki frustration bejaaz nahi thi. Dara ab poora khel control kar raha tha… aur baaki sab uske pie ke tukde bhi nahi paa rahe the.
Banke jab shack se bahar nikla toh uska chehra gusse se laal tha. Muthhiyan bhiichi hui thi, jaabdon mein zor aa raha tha.
Dara ke alfaz ab bhi uske kaanon mein gunj rahe the — “tu easy hai… duty kar… main memsaab ke saath busy rehta hoon.”
Woh building ke peeche wale dark corner mein jaake khada ho gaya. Cigarette jalaayi, gehra kash liya, aur sochne laga.
Bahut ho gaya. Ab aur nahi.
Dara har baar usko neeche bhej deta tha. Har baar memsaab ke saath time spend karta tha. Threesome tak kar liya usne… aur Banke ko sirf sunne ko mila.
Uske dimaag mein ek khayal aaya. Khatarnak, lekin effective.
Vimla ka pati.
Woh daru peeta tha, gusse wala tha, aur Vimla ke bare mein already shak karta rehta tha. Agar usko pata chal jaaye ki uski biwi roof pe aur shack mein kis-kis ke saath so rahi hai… toh scene bigad sakta hai. Dara ki naukri bhi ja sakti hai. Building se nikal bhi sakta hai woh.
Banke ne cigarette zameen pe bujhaayi aur sochne laga details.
Main Vimla ke pati ko sab bata dunga. Roof wali baat, shack wali baat, kitni baar, kaise… sab. Par ek cheez bilkul nahi bataunga — memsaab ka naam.
Kyunki agar Menaka ka naam aa gaya toh poora scandal ban jaayega. Society involve ho jaayegi, security officer tak aa sakti hai, aur phir memsaab bhi door chali jaayegi. Woh nahi chahta tha.
Uska plan saaf tha:
• Vimla ke pati ko batao ki uski biwi Dara ke saath chakkar chala rahi hai.
• Dara ko target banao.
• Dara building se nikle ya itna busy/problem mein phans jaaye ki memsaab ke paas jaane ka time na rahe.
• Phir field khuli hogi. Tab Banke apna number chalayega.
Usne apne phone mein Vimla ke ghar ka area note kiya. Kal raat ko, jab Dara duty pe hoga, tab jaake uske pati se milne ka irada banaya. Seedha nahi bolega. Thoda farak se, thoda sharaab ke nashe mein, jaise gusse mein aa ke bol raha ho.
“Teri biwi raat-raat bhar us budhe gurkha ke saath roof pe leti hai… shack mein bhi jaati hai… main ne khud dekha hai.”
Bas. Itna kaafi hoga. Baaki aag khud bhadak jaayegi.
Banke ne socha:
Dara ko hatao. Memsaab ko bacha ke rakho. Phir dheere-dheere uspe apna kabza karo.
Uske chehre pe ek cold, angry si muskurahat aa gayi. Jealousy ab plan ban chuki thi.
Woh shack ki taraf wapas chala gaya, lekin ab uski chaal mein ek naya confidence tha. Dara ab bhi andar so raha hoga, apne “jeet” ke nashe mein.
Banke ne dheere se kaha, bilkul apne aap se:
“Maza aa gaya na tujhe aaj? Kal se dekhna… kaise maza kharab karta hoon tera.”
Raat gehri hoti ja rahi thi. Building ke neeche ek naya khel shuru hone wala tha — aur is baar Banke sirf dekhne wala nahi, chalane wala banne wala tha.
Banke ke jaate hi Menaka sofa pe zor se gir gayi. Ek lambi, bhaari saans li aur rone lagi. Mujhe uske liye bura toh laga, par saath hi thoda gussa bhi aa raha tha. Jab maine dekha ki woh phone uthane lagi hai, toh main almost call karne hi wala tha. Laga shayad mujhe hi call karne wali hai. Usne number dial kiya aur phone kaan se laga liya.
“Hello, Indu mausi? Main bol rahi hoon, Menaka.”
Huh? Yeh apni Thane wali mausi ko kyun call kar rahi thi?
“Main theek hoon. Haan, Ayan bhi theek hai. Aap se ek kaam tha. Hamari building mein agle kuch din maintenance ka kaam chal raha hai. Bohot shor hota hai. Ayan raat bhar nahi so paata. Kya hum kuch din aapke yahan reh sakte hain jab tak kaam khatam nahi ho jaata? Aapko takleef nahi dena chahti main… ohh bahut bahut shukriya.”
Yeh toh interesting turn tha. Main samajh raha tha ki Menaka is baat se hil gayi thi ki woh kitni gehrai tak gir chuki hai aur Dara ke control mein kitni aa chuki hai. Socha tha shayad thoda break leke khud ko sambhale. Par itna nahi socha tha ki woh seedha bhaag khadi hogi.
Lekin bilkul yahi hua. Woh jaise kisi jaldi mein ho, bedroom bhaagi aur packing shuru kar di. Aadhe ghante ke andar usne Ayan ko jagaya, bag uthaye, aur ghar se nikal gayi.
Main kuch der tak apne khali ghar ke kamron ko dekhte raha. Soch raha tha shayad woh raasta badal ke wapas aa jaaye.
Par nahi.
Woh chali gayi thi.
“Matlab gayab?”
Mainne apna dhyaan watchman ke shack wale feed pe shift kiya. Darwaza khula aur Dara andar aaya, peeche Banke.
“Matlab kya hota hai? Woh chali gayi hai.”
“Kahan gayi? Shopping?”
“Nahi, uske paas suitcase tha. Beta ko leke nikal gayi.”
“Tune roka kyun nahi?” Dara ka gussa nikal pada.
“Kaise rokta? Aas-paas kai neighbors khade the. Agar main usko pakad ke rokta toh log kya sochte?”
Dara ka chehra thoda bigda, phir usne shoulders uthaye aur halka sa hans diya.
“Shayad humne usko thoda zyada dhakel diya. Break chahiye hoga usko. Par wapas aayegi. Yeh uska ghar hai aakhir.”
“Tu ne toh soone ki murgi hi maar di,” Banke ne kadi awaaz mein kaha.
“Bilkul nahi. Woh fas chuki hai. Do-teen din tak uski chut mein mota lund nahi jayega toh khud bhaagti hui wapas aayegi. Promise. Main in auraton ko pehchanta hoon.”
Main Dara ke confidence pe hairaan tha. Pata nahi over-confidence tha ya sach. Meri biwi uske control mein kaafi gehri lag rahi thi… sirf physical nahi, emotional level pe bhi. Us connection se mujhe jalan bhi ho rahi thi.
Ussi din shaam ko Menaka Indu mausi ke ghar pahunch gayi. Thane ka chhota sa, shaant sa ghar. Ayan ko room mein sula ke woh khud balcony mein baith gayi. Hawa mein halki si thandak thi. Koi doorbell nahi, koi watchman nahi, koi sharmindagi wala sofa nahi.
Pehli baar poore din mein uske kandhe thode dhile pade. Saans puri bhari. Thodi der baad uske chehre pe halka sa sukoon aa gaya. Yahan woh phir se sirf Ayan ki mummy thi… kisi ki randi nahi.
Raat ko almost 11 baje uske phone pe message aaya.
Dara: Kahan hai memsaab? Itni jaldi bhaag gayi? Teri yaad aa rahi hai. Wapas aa ja. Main intezaar karunga.
Menaka ne message padha. Uski aankhein kuch second tak screen pe tiki rahi. Phir usne phone ulta rakh diya. Reply nahi kiya.
Doosra message aaya: Itni khoobsurat chut ko itne din bhookha rakhna theek nahi. Bol, kab aa rahi hai?
Usne woh bhi ignore kar diya. Phone silent mode pe laga ke side mein rakh diya aur aankhein band kar li.
Pehli baar usne Dara ko nahi chuna.
Us raat mujhe biwi ka short email aaya:
“Dearest Prakash
Ayan aur main Indu masi ke yahan rahenge jab tak tum wapas nahi aate. Ghar pe cheezein bohot complicated ho gayi hain, main ab handle nahi kar pa rahi. Jab milenge toh detail mein bataungi. Jab tum wapas aao toh seedha Indu masi ke ghar cab leke aana, humein pick karke ghar le chalna.
Love Menaka”
Agle kuch din kaafi boring guzre. Main saari feeds pe nazar rakhta raha, sochta raha ki Dara ki prediction sahi niklegi aur woh taste ke liye wapas aa jaayegi. Par woh dil se door hi rahi. Haan, Dara aur Banke ne
Vimla ko roof pe aur shack mein do-teen baar choda, par mujhe usme koi khas dilchaspi nahi thi.
Itna kuch dekhne ke baad main khud horny ho gaya tha. Do din feeds dekhne ke baad main apni ek purani fuck-buddy ke contact mein aaya. Uske saath Juhu ke ek ache restaurant mein dinner kiya, phir raat uske ghar guzari. Usse teen baar choda, par dimaag mein poori raat Menaka hi ghoomti rahi. Mera official return date bas do din door tha, aur main bekarar tha apni biwi ko aise chodne ke liye jaise pehle kabhi nahi choda tha.
Agli dopahar main apni fuck-buddy ke ghar se hotel wapas aaya, taiyaar ki ab saara equipment disconnect karke wapas kar doon.
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