23-08-2026, 05:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 23-08-2026, 05:58 PM by ShadowRising321. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Agle din ki subah ek ajeeb si khamoshi ke saath hui. Prakash poori raat so nahi paya tha, uski aakhon ke samne baar-baar terrace ka wo khooni khel ghoom raha tha.
Dopehar ke waqt ghar mein halchal shuru hui. Menaka apne bete Ayan ke saath poore ek hafte baad Indu maasi ke ghar se wapas laut aayi thi. Bacchay ke aane se pure flat mein wapas chahal-pahal laut aayi, lekin Prakash ekdum gumsum tha. Usne Menaka se kuch nahi kaha, bas chupchap use dekh raha tha.
Menaka ko kal raat ke iss khaufnaak kaand ki ek bhanak tak nahi thi.
Din hamesha ki tarah aage badha. Menaka ne aate hi poore ghar ki safai shuru kar di—kapde dhona, rasoi sambhalna, aur Ayan ke peeche bhaagna. Shaam tak wo poori tarah thak chuki thi, lekin uske dil mein ek bechaini dhere-dhere ghar kar rahi thi. Wo poore din iss umeed mein thi ki Dara ka koi na koi message ya call aayega, lekin uska phone ekdum silent tha.
Raat ho chuki thi.
Din bhar ke kaam se free hokar Menaka ne TV on kiya aur koi random show laga kar apna dhyan bhatkane ki koshish karne lagi.
Par uska dhyan baar-baar apne phone ki screen par ja raha tha. "Ek hafte baad aayi hoon, fir bhi is bande ka koi ata-pata nahi hai?" wo mann hi mann khud se baatein kar rahi thi. Uska dil kisi अनहोनी (unhoni) ka ishara de raha tha, par wo apne darr ko daba rahi thi.
Raat ke kareeb 11 baj rahe the.
Menaka bedroom mein gayi aur dekha ki Ayan gehri neend mein so chuka hai.
Menaka chupke se bathroom mein gayi, andar se latch lagaya aur thak-thak karte dil ke saath Dara ka number dial kiya.
“The subscriber you are trying to reach is currently switched off...”
Ringtone ki jagah automated voice sunkar Menaka ke hosh ud gaye. Usne dubara try kiya, fir tisri baar... par result wahi tha—Phone Switched Off. Ab panic uske poore jism mein phailne laga tha. Dara kabhi bhi apna phone iss tarah off nahi rakhta tha. Uski dhadkano ki aawaz uske apne kaano mein goonjne lagi.
Usse ab aur sabar nahi hua. Wo bathroom se bahar nikli, ek baar Ayan ko dekha, aur bina koi aahat kiye room se bahar nikal gayi. Uski taangey kaamp rahi thi par wo tezi se stairs chadhte hue terrace ki taraf bhagi. Uske dimaag mein sau tarah ke khayal aarahe the—kya Dara wahan uska wait kar raha hoga? Kya wo firse Vimla ko chod raha hai?
Jaise hi usne roof ka bhari darwaza dhakela, thandi hawa ka ek jhonka uske chehre par laga. Terrace par ghor andhera tha.
"Dara?" usne dheeemi aawaz mein pukaara.
Koi jawab nahi aaya.
Usne poore rooftop par nazar ghumayi—water tank ke peeche, corners mein, har jagah... par terrace ekdum khali aur sunsan tha. Kal raat jahan khoon ke dhabbe aur cheekhein thi, wahan ab sirf sannata tha.
Dara ka kahin koi namo-nishan nahi tha. Usko laga shayad Dara usse naraaz hai ya kahin bahar gaya hai, lekin ye bechaini uske gale ka phanda banti ja rahi thi.
Haarp kar, aankhon mein aansu liye aur ghabrahat se kaampte hue Menaka neeche apne bedroom mein wapas laut aayi. Wo bed par Ayan ke bagal mein let gayi, par uski aakhon se neend gayab thi. Wo chhat ko taakti rahi, yeh jane bina ki jis Dara ko wo dhoond rahi hai, wo iss waqt ICU mein zindagi aur maut ke beech jhool raha hai.
Agle do-teen din Menaka ke liye kisi jahannum se kam nahi the. Wo baar-baar chori-chhupe Dara ka number dial karti, par har baar wahi ruki-sukhi automated aawaz sunayi deti—“The number you are calling is currently switched off.”
Uska dimaag phatne laga tha, khana-peena sab chhoot gaya tha. Usko lag raha tha ki Dara shayad use ignore kar raha hai ya koi bada panga ho gaya hai.
Teesre din subah, jaise hi Ayan ki college bus aayi aur wo use chor kar wapas lauti, Menaka ka sabar poori tarah toot gaya. Wo bina ek pal gawaye seedhe neeche servant quarters ki taraf bhaagi. Uska iraada Vimla se poochne ka tha ki Dara kahan hai aur chal kya raha hai.
Jaise hi Menaka ne Vimla ke kamre ka darwaza khadkhadaya, andar ka nazara dekh kar wo wahi jam gayi. Vimla ek kone mein baithi thi, uske chehre par darr saaf dikh raha tha aur aakhein rone ki wajah se suji hui thi.
"Vimla! Dara kahan hai? Uska phone switch off kyu aa raha hai teen din se?" Menaka ne ghabraaye hue tone mein poocha.
Vimla ne jaise hi Menaka ko dekha, wo foot-foot kar rone lagi. Usne Menaka ke pair pakad liye aur kaampte hue aawaz mein us raat ka poora sach ugal diya. Usne bataya ki kaise uska pati Muthu aur uska dost Senthil wahan aaye the, kaise unhone Dara ko nanga karke terrace par berahmi se peeta, kaise uske ribs aur chehre ko destroy kar diya, aur kaise Banke use aadh-marra haalat mein Government Hospital le gaya.
"Didi... wo bohot khoon beh raha tha... Muthu use maar hi daalta agar Banke bhai beech mein na aate. Wo hospital mein hai, pata nahi bachega bhi ya nahi!" Vimla bilakh-bilakh kar boli.
Sach sunte hi Menaka ke pairon tale zameen nikal gayi. Uska sir chakarane laga, sans phoolne lagi. Usko samajh nahi aa raha tha ki wo kya kare—darr, guilt aur pareshani ne use poori tarah gher liya tha. Ek taraf uska pati Prakash tha jisse usne yeh sab chupaya tha, aur dusri taraf Dara, jo uske chakkar mein hospital mein zindagi aur maut se lad raha tha.
Ghabrahat mein Menaka se raha nahi gaya. Usne turant apna phone nikala aur Prakash ko WhatsApp video call mila di.
Do ring ke baad Prakash ne call uthaya. Screen par Prakash ka chehra dekhte hi Menaka ke aakho se aansu behne lage. Usne kaampte honto se kaha, "Prakash... wo... mujhe abhi pata chala. Dara bohot buri haalat mein Government Hospital mein admit hai... Muthu ne use bohot buri tarah peeta hai."
Wo aage bolte hue hichkiyan lene lagi, "Prakash, mera dimaag kaam nahi kar raha hai. Kya... kya mujhe hospital jaakar Dara se milna chahiye? Main kya karoon?"
Dusri taraf screen par Prakash bilkul calm tha, par uski aakho mein ek ajeeb sa sannata tha. Wo achhi tarah jaanta tha ki terrace par kya hua tha, kyunki usne sab kuch apni aakho se CCTV par dekha tha. Usne
Menaka ke buraaye hue chehre ko dekha aur bas chupchap use taakta raha.
Agle din ki subah Menaka ke liye bohot hi uljan bhari thi. Raat bhar wo so nahi paayi thi, uske dimaag mein sirf Dara ka khoon se lathpath chehra ghoom raha tha. Subah hote hi usne faisla kar liya ki chahe jo ho jaye, wo hospital jaakar Dara ko ek baar zaroor dekhegi.
Usne subah-subah jaldi uthkar bath liya aur apne aap ko taiyar karne lagi. Darr aur ghabrahat ke beech bhi, uska dressing sense hamesha ki tarah kamaal ka tha. Usne almirah se ek dark green color ki silk saree nikali. Silk ka kapda uski fair skin par ek alag hi glow la raha tha. Saree ko usne bohot hi tight aur sateek tarike se lapeta tha, jo uske voluptuous aur curvy figure ko poori tarah highlight kar raha. Matching blouse mein uski chest aur uski patli kamar ka curve ekdum prominent lag raha tha. Pallu ko usne iss tarah dbang kiya tha ki uski toned waist thodi si dikh rahi thi, jisse uska look aur bhi drop-dead gorgeous lag raha tha.
Ghar se nikal kar usne hospital ke liye ek auto rickshaw pakda. Auto chalate waqt driver ka dhyan raste se zyada apne rearview mirror par tha. Mirror mein Menaka ka haseen aur bhara hua jism dekh kar driver ke hosh ude hue the. Uski nazar baar-baar Menaka ki heavy chest aur saree ke cut par ja kar tik rahi thi. Menaka ko saaf pata tha ki driver use mirror mein ghoor raha hai aur uski nazar kahan hai, lekin iss waqt wo itni pareshan thi ki usne uss tharki gaze ko poori tarah ignore kar diya aur bas khidki ke bahar dekhti rahi.
Hospital pahunchte hi ajeeb si phenyl aur dawaiyon ki badboo ne uska swagat kiya. Government Hospital ka common ward bohot hi crowded aur ganda tha. Har taraf mareez aur unke gharwale bhatak rahe the. Green silk saree mein Menaka wahan bilkul ek apsara jaisi lag rahi thi—ward mein majood har aadmi aur ward boy ki nazrein use hi taakne lagi thi, par Menaka ko kisi ki parwah nahi thi.
Dhoondhte-dhoondhte wo Dara ke bed ke paas pahunchi. Wahan pehle se hi Vimla aur Banke khade the. Vimla ne jaise hi Menaka ko dekha, wo thodi saham gayi aur peeche hat gayi, jabki Banke ne ek shaatir nazar se Menaka ke khoobsurat jism ko oopar se neeche tak dekha.
Lekin Menaka ki nazar sirf bed par pade Dara par gayi, aur use dekhte hi Menaka ki aakhon mein aansu dab-daba gaye.
Dara ko pehchanna mushkil ho raha tha. Uska chehra poori tarah suja hua tha, lips phate hue the aur aakhon ke paas neel ke kaale dhabbe the. Uske poore chest aur pasliyon (ribs) par pattiyaan bandhi hui thi, aur ek haath mein IV drip lagi hui thi. Wo aadh-marra sa zameen se thoda oopar bed par pada tha. Baar-baar marne jaisi haalat se guzarne ke baad, aaj subah hi use thoda hosh aaya tha, par uska jism poori tarah se destroy ho chuka tha. Uska har ek saans lena bhi dard se bhara hua lag raha tha.
Menaka dhere-dhere bed ke paas aayi aur apna kaampte hua haath Dara ke thande, zakhmi haath par rakha. Uski aakhon se ek aansu nikal kar uske gaal par phisal gaya.
"Dara..." Menaka ke muh se sirf itna hi nikla, uski aawaz poori tarah raseeli aur dard se bhari hui thi. Dara ne bohot mushkil se apni suji hui aakhein kholi aur Menaka ko green saree mein apne samne khada dekha, par wo dard ke maare ek lafz bhi bolne ki haalat mein nahi tha.
Dara ne bohot mushkil se apni suji hui aakhein kholi aur samne Menaka ko dekha. Uske phate hue lips hilne ki koshish kar rahe the, par gale se ek bhi lafz nahi nikla. Uska jism itna zyada damaged tha ki har ek saans ke saath uski pasliyon mein teekha dard uth raha tha. Dara ki yeh laachar haalat dekhkar Menaka ka sabar toot gaya. Usne apne dono haath muh par rakh liye aur wahi bed ke paas khadi hokar foot-foot kar rone lagi. Green silk saree ke aanchal se wo apne aansu poonchhti, par uski heavy chest har ek hichki ke saath zor-zor se upar-neeche ho rahi thi.
Government hospital ke uss congested aur gande common ward mein maahol ekdum ajeeb ho gaya tha. Ward mein bharti aas-paas ke gareeb patients, unke sath aaye mard relatives, aur wahan ghoom rahe ward boys—sab ki nazrein ab Dara ke bed par tiki hui thi. Lekin kisi ka dhyan Dara ki bimari par nahi tha, balki sabhi Menaka ke uss drop-dead gorgeous jism ko dekhkar andar hi andar pagal ho rahe the.
Dark green silk saree uske curvy figure par aisi tightly chipki hui thi ki uski har ek contour saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Blouse ke deep cut se jhakti uski voluptuous chest aur tight saree mein se jhanki uski waist ko dekhkar wahan majood mard apni laalchi nazrein uspar se hata hi nahi pa rahe the. Wahan ke log apas mein kaanaphusi karne lage:
"Abe dekh, yeh itni haseen memsaab iss gandi ward mein kya kar rahi hai?"
"Kiski aurat hai yeh? Dekh kaise iss aadh-marre naukar ke liye ro rahi hai..."
"Bhai saab, kya maloom konsi badi kothi ki malkin hai. Par jism dekho, kya kamaal ki cheez hai!"
Duraane-a-gossip, Banke ek kone mein khada hokar yeh poora tamasha dekh raha tha. Ek taraf Dara ki yeh tabah haalat aur doosri taraf Menaka ki yeh bebasi aur uska breathtaking jism—dono ko dekhkar Banke ke dimaag mein ek shaatir khushi ka thikana nahi tha. Uska plan 100% successful ho gaya tha. Usne Bina koi daag apne sar liye Dara ko raste se hata diya tha, Muthu aur Senthil ko apna mohra bana diya tha, aur ab Menaka ko aisi haalat mein dekhkar uska confidence aasmaan chhoo raha tha.
Lekin iss pure ward mein ek aur cheez chal rahi thi jiss se wahan majood kisi bhi insaan ko khabar nahi thi.
Common ward ke door-darwaze ke paas, ek pillar ke peeche khada ek doosra mard dur se iss saare scene par nazar tikaye hue tha. Uski aakhein Dara par kam aur Menaka ke uss bhare hue, raseele jism par zyada atki hui thi. Jab jab Menaka ronte hue aage jhukti, uss mard ki nazar uski tight saree ke cuts aur voluptuous curves par jaakar jam jaati. Uske dimaag mein Menaka ko lekar bohot saari khaufnaak aur hawas bhari baatein chalne lagi thi. Wo janta tha ki ab Dara laachar hai, aur Menaka iss waqt akeli aur kamzor hai—aur yeh mauka uske liye kya ban sakta tha, yeh baat uske dimaag mein tezi se ghoom rahi thi.
Dopehar ke waqt ghar mein halchal shuru hui. Menaka apne bete Ayan ke saath poore ek hafte baad Indu maasi ke ghar se wapas laut aayi thi. Bacchay ke aane se pure flat mein wapas chahal-pahal laut aayi, lekin Prakash ekdum gumsum tha. Usne Menaka se kuch nahi kaha, bas chupchap use dekh raha tha.
Menaka ko kal raat ke iss khaufnaak kaand ki ek bhanak tak nahi thi.
Din hamesha ki tarah aage badha. Menaka ne aate hi poore ghar ki safai shuru kar di—kapde dhona, rasoi sambhalna, aur Ayan ke peeche bhaagna. Shaam tak wo poori tarah thak chuki thi, lekin uske dil mein ek bechaini dhere-dhere ghar kar rahi thi. Wo poore din iss umeed mein thi ki Dara ka koi na koi message ya call aayega, lekin uska phone ekdum silent tha.
Raat ho chuki thi.
Din bhar ke kaam se free hokar Menaka ne TV on kiya aur koi random show laga kar apna dhyan bhatkane ki koshish karne lagi.
Par uska dhyan baar-baar apne phone ki screen par ja raha tha. "Ek hafte baad aayi hoon, fir bhi is bande ka koi ata-pata nahi hai?" wo mann hi mann khud se baatein kar rahi thi. Uska dil kisi अनहोनी (unhoni) ka ishara de raha tha, par wo apne darr ko daba rahi thi.
Raat ke kareeb 11 baj rahe the.
Menaka bedroom mein gayi aur dekha ki Ayan gehri neend mein so chuka hai.
Menaka chupke se bathroom mein gayi, andar se latch lagaya aur thak-thak karte dil ke saath Dara ka number dial kiya.
“The subscriber you are trying to reach is currently switched off...”
Ringtone ki jagah automated voice sunkar Menaka ke hosh ud gaye. Usne dubara try kiya, fir tisri baar... par result wahi tha—Phone Switched Off. Ab panic uske poore jism mein phailne laga tha. Dara kabhi bhi apna phone iss tarah off nahi rakhta tha. Uski dhadkano ki aawaz uske apne kaano mein goonjne lagi.
Usse ab aur sabar nahi hua. Wo bathroom se bahar nikli, ek baar Ayan ko dekha, aur bina koi aahat kiye room se bahar nikal gayi. Uski taangey kaamp rahi thi par wo tezi se stairs chadhte hue terrace ki taraf bhagi. Uske dimaag mein sau tarah ke khayal aarahe the—kya Dara wahan uska wait kar raha hoga? Kya wo firse Vimla ko chod raha hai?
Jaise hi usne roof ka bhari darwaza dhakela, thandi hawa ka ek jhonka uske chehre par laga. Terrace par ghor andhera tha.
"Dara?" usne dheeemi aawaz mein pukaara.
Koi jawab nahi aaya.
Usne poore rooftop par nazar ghumayi—water tank ke peeche, corners mein, har jagah... par terrace ekdum khali aur sunsan tha. Kal raat jahan khoon ke dhabbe aur cheekhein thi, wahan ab sirf sannata tha.
Dara ka kahin koi namo-nishan nahi tha. Usko laga shayad Dara usse naraaz hai ya kahin bahar gaya hai, lekin ye bechaini uske gale ka phanda banti ja rahi thi.
Haarp kar, aankhon mein aansu liye aur ghabrahat se kaampte hue Menaka neeche apne bedroom mein wapas laut aayi. Wo bed par Ayan ke bagal mein let gayi, par uski aakhon se neend gayab thi. Wo chhat ko taakti rahi, yeh jane bina ki jis Dara ko wo dhoond rahi hai, wo iss waqt ICU mein zindagi aur maut ke beech jhool raha hai.
Agle do-teen din Menaka ke liye kisi jahannum se kam nahi the. Wo baar-baar chori-chhupe Dara ka number dial karti, par har baar wahi ruki-sukhi automated aawaz sunayi deti—“The number you are calling is currently switched off.”
Uska dimaag phatne laga tha, khana-peena sab chhoot gaya tha. Usko lag raha tha ki Dara shayad use ignore kar raha hai ya koi bada panga ho gaya hai.
Teesre din subah, jaise hi Ayan ki college bus aayi aur wo use chor kar wapas lauti, Menaka ka sabar poori tarah toot gaya. Wo bina ek pal gawaye seedhe neeche servant quarters ki taraf bhaagi. Uska iraada Vimla se poochne ka tha ki Dara kahan hai aur chal kya raha hai.
Jaise hi Menaka ne Vimla ke kamre ka darwaza khadkhadaya, andar ka nazara dekh kar wo wahi jam gayi. Vimla ek kone mein baithi thi, uske chehre par darr saaf dikh raha tha aur aakhein rone ki wajah se suji hui thi.
"Vimla! Dara kahan hai? Uska phone switch off kyu aa raha hai teen din se?" Menaka ne ghabraaye hue tone mein poocha.
Vimla ne jaise hi Menaka ko dekha, wo foot-foot kar rone lagi. Usne Menaka ke pair pakad liye aur kaampte hue aawaz mein us raat ka poora sach ugal diya. Usne bataya ki kaise uska pati Muthu aur uska dost Senthil wahan aaye the, kaise unhone Dara ko nanga karke terrace par berahmi se peeta, kaise uske ribs aur chehre ko destroy kar diya, aur kaise Banke use aadh-marra haalat mein Government Hospital le gaya.
"Didi... wo bohot khoon beh raha tha... Muthu use maar hi daalta agar Banke bhai beech mein na aate. Wo hospital mein hai, pata nahi bachega bhi ya nahi!" Vimla bilakh-bilakh kar boli.
Sach sunte hi Menaka ke pairon tale zameen nikal gayi. Uska sir chakarane laga, sans phoolne lagi. Usko samajh nahi aa raha tha ki wo kya kare—darr, guilt aur pareshani ne use poori tarah gher liya tha. Ek taraf uska pati Prakash tha jisse usne yeh sab chupaya tha, aur dusri taraf Dara, jo uske chakkar mein hospital mein zindagi aur maut se lad raha tha.
Ghabrahat mein Menaka se raha nahi gaya. Usne turant apna phone nikala aur Prakash ko WhatsApp video call mila di.
Do ring ke baad Prakash ne call uthaya. Screen par Prakash ka chehra dekhte hi Menaka ke aakho se aansu behne lage. Usne kaampte honto se kaha, "Prakash... wo... mujhe abhi pata chala. Dara bohot buri haalat mein Government Hospital mein admit hai... Muthu ne use bohot buri tarah peeta hai."
Wo aage bolte hue hichkiyan lene lagi, "Prakash, mera dimaag kaam nahi kar raha hai. Kya... kya mujhe hospital jaakar Dara se milna chahiye? Main kya karoon?"
Dusri taraf screen par Prakash bilkul calm tha, par uski aakho mein ek ajeeb sa sannata tha. Wo achhi tarah jaanta tha ki terrace par kya hua tha, kyunki usne sab kuch apni aakho se CCTV par dekha tha. Usne
Menaka ke buraaye hue chehre ko dekha aur bas chupchap use taakta raha.
Agle din ki subah Menaka ke liye bohot hi uljan bhari thi. Raat bhar wo so nahi paayi thi, uske dimaag mein sirf Dara ka khoon se lathpath chehra ghoom raha tha. Subah hote hi usne faisla kar liya ki chahe jo ho jaye, wo hospital jaakar Dara ko ek baar zaroor dekhegi.
Usne subah-subah jaldi uthkar bath liya aur apne aap ko taiyar karne lagi. Darr aur ghabrahat ke beech bhi, uska dressing sense hamesha ki tarah kamaal ka tha. Usne almirah se ek dark green color ki silk saree nikali. Silk ka kapda uski fair skin par ek alag hi glow la raha tha. Saree ko usne bohot hi tight aur sateek tarike se lapeta tha, jo uske voluptuous aur curvy figure ko poori tarah highlight kar raha. Matching blouse mein uski chest aur uski patli kamar ka curve ekdum prominent lag raha tha. Pallu ko usne iss tarah dbang kiya tha ki uski toned waist thodi si dikh rahi thi, jisse uska look aur bhi drop-dead gorgeous lag raha tha.
Ghar se nikal kar usne hospital ke liye ek auto rickshaw pakda. Auto chalate waqt driver ka dhyan raste se zyada apne rearview mirror par tha. Mirror mein Menaka ka haseen aur bhara hua jism dekh kar driver ke hosh ude hue the. Uski nazar baar-baar Menaka ki heavy chest aur saree ke cut par ja kar tik rahi thi. Menaka ko saaf pata tha ki driver use mirror mein ghoor raha hai aur uski nazar kahan hai, lekin iss waqt wo itni pareshan thi ki usne uss tharki gaze ko poori tarah ignore kar diya aur bas khidki ke bahar dekhti rahi.
Hospital pahunchte hi ajeeb si phenyl aur dawaiyon ki badboo ne uska swagat kiya. Government Hospital ka common ward bohot hi crowded aur ganda tha. Har taraf mareez aur unke gharwale bhatak rahe the. Green silk saree mein Menaka wahan bilkul ek apsara jaisi lag rahi thi—ward mein majood har aadmi aur ward boy ki nazrein use hi taakne lagi thi, par Menaka ko kisi ki parwah nahi thi.
Dhoondhte-dhoondhte wo Dara ke bed ke paas pahunchi. Wahan pehle se hi Vimla aur Banke khade the. Vimla ne jaise hi Menaka ko dekha, wo thodi saham gayi aur peeche hat gayi, jabki Banke ne ek shaatir nazar se Menaka ke khoobsurat jism ko oopar se neeche tak dekha.
Lekin Menaka ki nazar sirf bed par pade Dara par gayi, aur use dekhte hi Menaka ki aakhon mein aansu dab-daba gaye.
Dara ko pehchanna mushkil ho raha tha. Uska chehra poori tarah suja hua tha, lips phate hue the aur aakhon ke paas neel ke kaale dhabbe the. Uske poore chest aur pasliyon (ribs) par pattiyaan bandhi hui thi, aur ek haath mein IV drip lagi hui thi. Wo aadh-marra sa zameen se thoda oopar bed par pada tha. Baar-baar marne jaisi haalat se guzarne ke baad, aaj subah hi use thoda hosh aaya tha, par uska jism poori tarah se destroy ho chuka tha. Uska har ek saans lena bhi dard se bhara hua lag raha tha.
Menaka dhere-dhere bed ke paas aayi aur apna kaampte hua haath Dara ke thande, zakhmi haath par rakha. Uski aakhon se ek aansu nikal kar uske gaal par phisal gaya.
"Dara..." Menaka ke muh se sirf itna hi nikla, uski aawaz poori tarah raseeli aur dard se bhari hui thi. Dara ne bohot mushkil se apni suji hui aakhein kholi aur Menaka ko green saree mein apne samne khada dekha, par wo dard ke maare ek lafz bhi bolne ki haalat mein nahi tha.
Dara ne bohot mushkil se apni suji hui aakhein kholi aur samne Menaka ko dekha. Uske phate hue lips hilne ki koshish kar rahe the, par gale se ek bhi lafz nahi nikla. Uska jism itna zyada damaged tha ki har ek saans ke saath uski pasliyon mein teekha dard uth raha tha. Dara ki yeh laachar haalat dekhkar Menaka ka sabar toot gaya. Usne apne dono haath muh par rakh liye aur wahi bed ke paas khadi hokar foot-foot kar rone lagi. Green silk saree ke aanchal se wo apne aansu poonchhti, par uski heavy chest har ek hichki ke saath zor-zor se upar-neeche ho rahi thi.
Government hospital ke uss congested aur gande common ward mein maahol ekdum ajeeb ho gaya tha. Ward mein bharti aas-paas ke gareeb patients, unke sath aaye mard relatives, aur wahan ghoom rahe ward boys—sab ki nazrein ab Dara ke bed par tiki hui thi. Lekin kisi ka dhyan Dara ki bimari par nahi tha, balki sabhi Menaka ke uss drop-dead gorgeous jism ko dekhkar andar hi andar pagal ho rahe the.
Dark green silk saree uske curvy figure par aisi tightly chipki hui thi ki uski har ek contour saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Blouse ke deep cut se jhakti uski voluptuous chest aur tight saree mein se jhanki uski waist ko dekhkar wahan majood mard apni laalchi nazrein uspar se hata hi nahi pa rahe the. Wahan ke log apas mein kaanaphusi karne lage:
"Abe dekh, yeh itni haseen memsaab iss gandi ward mein kya kar rahi hai?"
"Kiski aurat hai yeh? Dekh kaise iss aadh-marre naukar ke liye ro rahi hai..."
"Bhai saab, kya maloom konsi badi kothi ki malkin hai. Par jism dekho, kya kamaal ki cheez hai!"
Duraane-a-gossip, Banke ek kone mein khada hokar yeh poora tamasha dekh raha tha. Ek taraf Dara ki yeh tabah haalat aur doosri taraf Menaka ki yeh bebasi aur uska breathtaking jism—dono ko dekhkar Banke ke dimaag mein ek shaatir khushi ka thikana nahi tha. Uska plan 100% successful ho gaya tha. Usne Bina koi daag apne sar liye Dara ko raste se hata diya tha, Muthu aur Senthil ko apna mohra bana diya tha, aur ab Menaka ko aisi haalat mein dekhkar uska confidence aasmaan chhoo raha tha.
Lekin iss pure ward mein ek aur cheez chal rahi thi jiss se wahan majood kisi bhi insaan ko khabar nahi thi.
Common ward ke door-darwaze ke paas, ek pillar ke peeche khada ek doosra mard dur se iss saare scene par nazar tikaye hue tha. Uski aakhein Dara par kam aur Menaka ke uss bhare hue, raseele jism par zyada atki hui thi. Jab jab Menaka ronte hue aage jhukti, uss mard ki nazar uski tight saree ke cuts aur voluptuous curves par jaakar jam jaati. Uske dimaag mein Menaka ko lekar bohot saari khaufnaak aur hawas bhari baatein chalne lagi thi. Wo janta tha ki ab Dara laachar hai, aur Menaka iss waqt akeli aur kamzor hai—aur yeh mauka uske liye kya ban sakta tha, yeh baat uske dimaag mein tezi se ghoom rahi thi.
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