Adultery Who Watches The Watchmen (HINDI)

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Ward ke uss bhid-bhad aur badboodar maahol mein, jahan sabhi ki nazrein Menaka ke husn par thahri hui thi, wahan ek shakhs aisa bhi tha jo iss manzar ko kisi aam tharki mard ki tarah nahi, balki ek shaatir aur tajarbekar nigaah se dekh raha tha.

Pillar ke peeche khada woh aadmi aur koi nahi, 58 saal ka Asaduddin Qureshi tha.

Asaduddin Qureshi, jo 'Shakti Security Pvt. Ltd.' ka eklauta owner tha. Yeh wahi company thi jiske through Dara, Banke aur hazaron dusre watchmen poore Mumbai aur aapas ke ilaqon mein security ki duty karte the. Aaj subah hi Asad ke office mein phone aaya tha ki unka ek watchman, Dara, kisi jhagde mein buri tarah pit gaya hai aur uski haalat bohot nazuk hai. Halanki Asad apne kisi mamuli watchman ki aisi fikar nahi karta tha, par kyunki ye mamla security officers ke pass ja sakta tha aur Dara serious tha, toh wo sirf ek nazar maarne aur damage control ke iraade se is sarkaari aspatal tak chala aaya tha.

Lekin jaise hi wo ward mein ghusa, uske paon zameen par jaise jam se gaye. Uski nazar ekdum se uss aurat par pad gayi thi, jo tight dark green silk saree mein Dara ke bed ke paas khadi bilakh rahi thi.

Asad ek purana khiladi tha. Uski puri zindagi kaafi hadd tak underworld aur jurm ki duniya ke ird-gird beeti thi. Jawaani mein wo 2-3 baar extortion aur bheed-bhad ke cases mein saalon tak jail ki hawa bhi kha chuka tha. Jab umar thodi dhalne lagi, toh usne apni 'muscle power' aur underworld connections ka istemaal karke legally yeh security company khol li aur set ho gaya. Mumbai mein jagah-jagah par uski benaami properties thi jo usne apne usi purane kaale dhan (black money) se khareedi thi.

Uski shakhsiyat apne aap mein kisi chalti-phirti kahani jaisi thi. Asad ne ek dhila-dhala safed Pathani suit pehna hua tha, jiske collar aur cuffs hamesha kade rehte the. Sar par ek jaalidaar ..,. topi thi, aur uske chehre par ek ghani lambi daadhi thi jo uske chest tak aati thi. Yeh daadhi usne mehendi laga kar bilkul laal rang ki dye kar rakhi thi, jo uske shatir chehre ko ek ajab si dabdabe wali look deti thi. Uske aas-paas se ek bohot tez, meethi aur bhaari 'ittar' ki khushboo aati thi jo itni strong thi ki aas-paas ki phenyl ki badboo uske aage pheeki pad jaati thi.

Jaise-jaise Asad Menaka ki aahon aur uske phadakte hue hont ko dekh raha tha, uska tajurbekaar dimaag poori speed se chalne laga. Usne socha, "Ek ekdum Bollywood ki nayika jaisi khubsoorat aur ameer memsaab... jiska figure dekh kar hi pata chalta hai ki yeh kisi aam ghar ki aurat nahi hai... wo itni subah ek do-kaudi ke maamuli security guard ke bed ke paas aakar foot-foot kar kyu ro rahi hai?" Asad ko saalon ki samajh ne turant ishaara de diya tha—*Daal mein sirf kaala nahi hai, poori ki poori daal hi kaali hai.*

Par uske shaatir dimaag se bada bhukamp uske jism mein aa raha tha. Asad ki zindagi mein uski 3 biwiyan aur kareeb 12 bacche the. Uski teeno biwiyan Mumbai ke alag-alag ilaqon mein apne bacchon ke sath rehti thi, aur Asad apni marzi se kabhi-kabhi unse milne chala jata tha. Lekin uski sabhi biwiyan ab 50 saal ki umar par kar chuki thi aur unke shareer poori tarah bad-dhaul ho chuke the. Poshida baaton mein kaha jaye toh Asaduddin Qureshi ka bedroom kaafi saalo se poori tarah se "thanda" pada hua tha. Umr aur thakan ne uske andar ki uss bhookh ko kuchal diya tha.

Lekin aaj... aaj is government ward ki gandagi ke beech ek chamakti hui heere jaisi aurat ko dekh kar uske andar wo aag wapas bhadak uthi jo kaafi saalo se dafan thi. Menaka ke curvy figure, saree ki fold se dikhti uski kamar, aur rone ki wajah se uthte-girte uske bhaari seene ko dekhkar Asad ki dark aur shaatir aakhein ek thandi aur hawas-bhari bhookh (lust) se bhar gayi. Wo wahan thehar gaya, apni laal daadhi par haath pherte hue uska pura focus uss husn ko deeply observe karne aur us daal ke kaale hisse ko samjhne mein lag gaya.