Do Roop Ki Bhookh

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Chhatve din ki subah Aarav ne decide kiya ki aaj woh thoda aur aage badhega.
Pichle paanch din se usne carefully pressure build kiya tha. Mrs. Malhotra ab uske saamne kaampne lagi thi. Tai ji usse challenge ki tarah dekhne lagi thin. Ishita usse notice karne lagi thi. Aur Rajeev… Rajeev ka gussa ab uske chehre par saaf dikhne laga tha.
Aarav ko yeh sab pasand aa raha tha.
Ghar pahunchte hi usne notice kiya ki Rajeev aaj bhi ghar par tha.
Laptop khula hua tha, lekin screen off thi. Woh sofe par baitha hua whisky pi raha tha — subah-subah.
Aarav ne normal se namaste kiya.
Rajeev ne sirf aankhon se jawab diya.
Mrs. Malhotra kitchen se nikal kar aayi.
Aaj unhone halka pink colour ka saree pehna tha. Blouse thoda tight tha. Unke chehre par neend ki kami ke nishaan the, lekin Aarav ko dekhte hi unki aankhein thodi si chamak uthi.
“Aao beta,” unhone kaha.
Awaaz mein ek dabi hui bechaini thi.
Aarav ne unke paas jaakar dheere se kaha,
“Aunty,
aapki aankhon
mein
neend
nahi
hai.
Raat
bhar
jagte
rahe
kya?”
Mrs. Malhotra ne nazar hata li.
“Kuch
soch
rahi
thi.”
Aarav ne unke kaan ke kareeb dheere se kaha,
“Mere
baare
mein?”
Mrs. Malhotra ke haath mein rakha cup halka sa hil gaya.
Unhone jawaab nahi diya.
Lekin unki saans tez ho gayi.
Rajeev ne yeh scene dekh liya.
Usne whisky ka glass zor se table par rakh diya.
“Aarav,” usne bhaari awaaz mein kaha,
“tum
bahut
comfortable
ho
gayе
ho
is
ghar
mein.”
Aarav ne uski taraf mud kar dekha.
“Uncle,
aapki
family
ne
mujhe
comfortable
feel
karaya.
Main
bas
jawab
de
raha
hoon.”
Rajeev ki aankhein pat gayi.
“Zyada
smart
mat
banо.
Main
samajh
raha
hoon
tum
kya
kar
rahe
ho.”
Aarav ne uski nazar se nazar milayi.
Is baar usne nazar nahi hatayi.
“Main
kya
kar
raha
hoon,
uncle?”
Rajeev ne aage badh kar kaha,
“Mere
ghar
ki
auraton
ko
apne
side
kar
rahe
ho.
Pehle
tumhari
mummy…
ab
tum.
Dono
milkar—”
“Rajeev!”
Mrs. Malhotra ki awaaz aa gayi.
Unka chehra laal tha.
“Bahut
ho
gaya.
Mehman
ke
saamne
aisi
baatein?”
Rajeev ne apni biwi ki taraf dekha.
Uske chehre par gussa aur jalan dono the.
“Mehman?” usne kaha.
“Yeh
mehman
nahi
raha.
Yeh
ghar
ke
andar
tak
aa
chuka
hai.”
Aarav ne dheere se kaha,
“Uncle,
agar
aapko
meri
presence
se
takleef
hai
toh
main
aana
band
kar
sakta
hoon.
Bas
ek
baat
kahunga —
jo
jagah
khaali
hoti
hai,
use
koi
na
koi
to
bharta
hai.”
Yeh baat sunte hi Rajeev ka chehra tamaatar ho gaya.
Usne kuch nahi kaha.
Bas gusse se whisky ka glass uthaya aur apne room ki taraf chala gaya.
Mrs. Malhotra ne Aarav ki taraf dekha.
Unki aankhon mein dar, sharm, aur ek ajeeb si raahat — teeno the.
“Beta…” unhone dheemi awaaz mein kaha,
“tum
jaao
aaj.
Mahaul
thoda…
kharab
hai.”
Aarav ne unke paas jaakar unka haath pakad liya.
Is baar unke haath ko apne haath mein lete hue dheere se kaha,
“Main
jaa
raha
hoon,
aunty.
Lekin
main
door
nahi
jaa
raha.
Aap
jab
bhi
chahein…
main
aa
jaunga.”
Usne unke haath ko apne honthon se chhua.
Is baar thoda der tak.
Mrs. Malhotra ne aankhein band kar li.
Unke honth kaamp rahe the.
Aarav ne unhe chhodа,
phir Tai ji ki taraf dekha.
Tai ji poori der se yeh sab dekh rahi thin.
Unhone kuch nahi kaha.
Bas Aarav ko dekhte hue ek baar sir hilaaya —
jaise keh rahi hon:
Ab
khel
sach
mein
shuru
hua.
Aarav ne unhe bhi halka sa sir hilaaya,
phir ghar se nikal gaya.
Bahar aate hi usne deep breath li.
Uske dimaag mein Rajeev ka gussa,
Mrs. Malhotra ki kaamp’ti saans,
aur
Tai ji ki teez nazar
ghum
rahi
thi.
Usne apne aap se kaha,
“Do din
aur.
Phir
Suman
aayegi.
Aur
tab
asli
maza
shuru
hoga.

Saatve din ki subah Aarav ne aankhein kholte hi mehsoos kiya ki aaj ka din alag hai.
Shareer ke andar halka sa khichav shuru ho chuka tha. Yeh woh pehchaan tha jo har saatve din aata tha. Raat ko transformation hona tha. Kal subah se phir Suman hoti.
Isliye aaj ka din uske liye important tha.
Aaj jo bhi karega, uska asar agle hafte Suman ke return par dikhega.
Usne mirror mein apne aap ko dekha.
Aankhon mein wohi thandi, control mein rakhi hui bhook thi.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Aaj
aakhiri
din
hai.
Isliye
aaj
thoda
gehra
chhodna
hoga.”
Ghar pahunchte hi usne feel kiya ki hawa bhaari thi.
Rajeev drawing room mein khada tha, haath mein coffee ka cup.
Usne Aarav ko dekhte hi poori tarah se dekhna band nahi kiya.
Uske chehre par pichle din ka gussa ab bhi saaf tha, lekin uske neeche ek aur cheez aa gayi thi —
ek ajeeb si, dabi hui bechaini.
Mrs. Malhotra kitchen se nikal kar aayi.
Aaj unhone black saree pehni thi.
Blouse tight tha.
Baal open the.
Unke chehre par neend ki kami ke saath-saath ek dabi hui ghabrahat thi.
Aarav ne unhe dekhte hi ruk kar kaha,
“Aunty…
aaj
aap
dil
se
lag
rahi
hain.”
Mrs. Malhotra ke step ruk gaye.
Unhone aas-paas dekha, phir dheemi awaaz mein kaha,
“Beta…
aaj
mat
karо.
Mahaul
thik
nahi
hai.”
Aarav ne unke paas jaakar unke haath se pallu liya aur dheere se unke kandhe par set kiya.
Uske ungliyan unke kandhe se lekar unki gardan ke kinare tak feri.
“Mahaul
kabhi
thik
nahi
hota,
aunty.
Kabhi-kabhi
mahaul
ko
khud
thik
karna
padta
hai.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne aankhein band kar li.
Unki saans unke bade seene ko upar-neeche kar rahi thi.
Aarav itna kareeb tha ki unhe uski body heat mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Rajeev ne yeh scene dekh liya.
Usne cup table par rakhte hue bhaari awaaz mein kaha,
“Aarav.
Ek
minute.
Baahar.”
Aarav ne Mrs. Malhotra ke kandhe se haath hataya, unhe last baar dekha, phir Rajeev ke peeche-peeche gate ki taraf chala gaya.
Bahar khade hokar Rajeev ne seedha kaha,
“Main
samajh
gaya
hoon
tum
kya
kar
rahe
ho.
Merі
biwi
ke
saath…
Tai ji
ke
saath…
is
ghar
ke
saath.
Aur
main
yeh
nahi
hone
dungа.”
Aarav ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Usne bilkul shaant awaaz mein kaha,
“Uncle,
main
kuch
nahi
kar
raha.
Main
bas
woh
jagah
bhar
raha
hoon
jo
aapne
khaali
chhod
rakhi
hai.
Aap
business
mein
busy
rahte
hain.
Ghar
ki
auratein…
akeli
pad
jati
hain.
Main
sirf
saath
de
raha
hoon.”
Rajeev ka chehra tamaatar ho gaya.
Usne aage badh kar Aarav ke collar ke kareeb se kaha,
“Agar
maine
dekha
ki
tum
meri
biwi
ke
kareeb
phir
se
gaye…
toh
main
tumhe
is
ghar
se
hamesha
ke
liye
bahar
nikaal
dungа.
Aur
tumhari
mummy
ko
bhi.”
Aarav ne uski nazar se nazar milayi.
Is baar usne halka sa muskura diya.
“Uncle,
dhamki
tab
detе
hain
jab
andar
se
dar
lagta
hai.
Aap
dar
rahe
hain.
Isliye
ki
aap
jaante
hain…
agar
main
chaahun,
toh
yeh
ghar
merе
bina
adhoora
lagne
lagega.”
Rajeev ne usse dhakka dene ki koshish ki, lekin Aarav ne step nahi hataya.
“Aap
abhi
bhi
Suman
ke
baare
mein
soch
rahe
hain,
na?” Aarav ne dheeme se kaha.
“Unki
aankhein,
unke
honth,
unke
shareer
ki
narmi…
sab
yaad
hai
na
aapko?”
Rajeev ki aankhein phail gayi.
Usne nahi socha tha ki Aarav itna seedha bolega.
Aarav ne uske kaan ke kareeb jaakar dheere se kaha,
“Agla
hafte
woh
wapas
aayengi.
Tab
dekhna…
kaun
jitа
hai.”
Itna kehkar Aarav ne usse chhodа aur andar chala gaya.
Andar Mrs. Malhotra aur Tai ji dono tension mein thin.
Aarav ne Mrs. Malhotra ke paas jaakar unke haath mein apna haath rakhа.
Is baar unhone haath nahi hataya.
“Aunty,” usne dheeme se kaha,
“main
aaj
ke
baad
ek
hafte
ke
liye
nahi
aaunga.
Mummy
aayengi.
Lekin
main
wapas
aaunga.
Aur
jab
aaunga…
tab
aap
mujse
jo
bhi
kehna
chahti
hain,
keh
paayengi.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Unke bade, bharе hue honth kaamp rahe the.
Unhone sirf itna kaha,
“Tum…
bahut
khatarnak
ho,
Aarav.”
Aarav ne unke haath ko apne honthon se chhua.
Is baar thodi der zyada.
“Haan,” usne kaha.
“Aur
aap
ko
yeh
khatra
pasand
aa
raha
hai.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne aankhein band kar li.
Unke nakhun uske haath mein chubh gaye.
Tai ji ne door se yeh sab dekha.
Unhone Aarav ko bulaya.
Jab woh unke paas gaya toh Tai ji ne dheeme se kaha,
“Tum
jaante
ho
na
ki
tum
kya
kar
rahe
ho?
Yeh
ghar
ab
khatre
mein
hai.
Aur
tum
us
khatre
ka
centre
ho.”
Aarav ne unki aankhon mein dekha.
“Tai ji,
main
centre
nahi
hoon.
Main
sirf
woh
aag
hoon
jo
pehle
se
bhadak
rahi
thi.
Main
ne
sirf
hawa
di
hai.”
Tai ji ne usse lamba dekha.
Phir unhone kuch ajeeb sa kiya.
Unhone apna haath aage badha kar Aarav ke seene par rakhа.
Kapdon ke upar.
Thodi der ke liye.
“Agle
hafte,” unhone dheeme se kaha,
“jab
tumhari
mummy
aayengi…
tab
dekhte
hain
ki
asli
khel
kaun
khelta
hai.”
Aarav ne unke haath ko apne haath se dabaaya.
“Main
intezaar
karunga.”
Raat ko jab Aarav ghar se nikalа, toh usne last baar peeche mud kar dekha.
Khidki se Mrs. Malhotra usse dekh rahi thi.
Unke aankhon mein saaf tadap thi.
Rajeev unke peeche khada tha, chehre par gussa aur bekaraari dono the.
Tai ji terrace se neeche dekh rahi thin.
Aarav ne un teeno ko dekha…
aur
muskura
diya.
Uske dimaag mein ek baat saaf thi —
Kal
subah
se
Suman
hogi.
Aur
Suman
ke
aate
hi
yeh
ghar
phir
se
jaleга.
Lekin
is
baar
aag
dono
taraf
se
lagegi.
Aarav ne apne haath ko mutthi mein band kiya.
Transformation
ka
dard
ab
shuru
hone
wala
tha.
Aur
uske
saath
hi
ek
naya,
khatarnak
sa
khel
bhi.

Raat ke 1:40 baje dard ne poori tarah se jagah bana li.
Aarav bathroom ke sheeshe ke saamne khada tha. Shirt nikal chuka tha. Saans tez thi. Pet ke andar se ek gehra, andhera sa khichav uth raha tha jo haddi se hota hua chamdi tak phael raha tha. Yeh dard ab pehchaan ban chuka tha. Har hafta ka aakhiri raat ka dard.
Usne aankhein band kar li.
Pehle haddiyan naram padne lagi.
Kandhe sankuchne lage.
Seene mein ek ajeeb sa bhaari pan aane laga.
Kamar andar ki taraf khichne lagi.
Aur neeche… woh tabdeeli jo har baar usse yaad dilati thi ki woh kabhi bhi poora mard ya poori aurat nahi reh sakta.
Jab dard khatam hua, toh sheeshe mein Suman khadi thi.
Baal kandhon tak girе hue.
Bhari hui, naram chhatiyan.
Patli kamar.
Aur aankhein… wahi aankhein, lekin ab unmein ek alag si gehraai thi.
Aarav wale hafte ka khel ab Suman ke shareer mein utar chuka tha.
Suman ne apne haath se apne seene ko chhua.
Phir dheere se kaha,
“Ab
mera
number
hai.”
Subah 10 baje Suman ne simple cream colour ki kurti pehni.
Baal thode se open rakhe.
Halka sa kajal.
Chehre par woh soft expression jo Ayaan ko sukoon deta tha, lekin uske neeche Aarav wale hafte ki saari garmi chhupi hui thi.
Usne Ayaan ko message kiya:
“Main aa gayi.
Seedha ghar aa rahi hoon.”
Phir nikal padi.
Darwaza Mrs. Malhotra ne khola.
Unhone Suman ko dekhte hi ek second ke liye rok sa liya.
Unki badi aankhein Suman ke chehre par ruki, phir uske shareer par, phir wapas aankhon par aayi.
Kal tak jo Aarav unke haath ko apne honthon se chhu raha tha, aaj uski “maa” unke saamne khadi thi.
“Suman…” unhone dheemi awaaz mein kaha.
“Aap…
aa
gayi.”
Suman ne soft muskaan ke saath namaste kiya.
“Haan aunty.
Kaam se wapas aa gayi.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne unhe andar aane diya.
Lekin unke haath thode kaamp rahe the.
Drawing room mein Rajeev baitha tha.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hi poori tarah se dekhna band nahi kiya.
Cup uske haath mein ruk gaya.
Usne Suman ko itni der tak dekha ki Mrs. Malhotra ke chehre par clear discomfort aa gaya.
“Suman ji,” Rajeev ne kaha.
Awaaz mein ek dabi hui bhook thi.
“Is baar
aap
thoda
zyada
der
baad
aayi.”
Suman ne uski nazar se nazar milayi.
“Zimmedari thi, Rajeev ji.
Ab main aa gayi hoon.”
Rajeev ne usse upar se neeche tak ek baar aur dekha.
Is baar uski nazar uske seene aur kamar par thodi der zyada ruki.
“Achha
hua
aap
aa
gayi,” usne kaha.
“Ghar
mein
ek
baar
phir
se…
energy
aa
gayi
hai.”
Tai ji magazine band kar ke dekh rahi thin.
Unki teez aankhein Suman ke chehre par thin —
jaise woh Aarav aur Suman ke beech ke farak ko naap rahi hon.
Ishita room se nikal kar aayi.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hue sirf itna kaha,
“Aap
aa
gayi,
aunty.”
Lekin uski nazar bhi thodi der ke liye ruki.
Thodi der baad Ayaan aa gaya.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hi poora chehra khol diya.
Bag neeche rakhte hi woh uske paas aa gaya.
“Aap
aa
gayi,” usne dheemi, khushi bhari awaaz mein kaha.
“Main
roz
intezaar
kar
raha
tha.”
Suman ne uske haath ko halka sa pakad liya.
“Ab
main
yahin
hoon.”
Rajeev ne yeh chhota sa touch dekh liya.
Uske chehre par gussa aur bhook dono ek saath nikal aaye.
Mrs. Malhotra ne jaldi se kaha,
“Chalo,
chai
peete
hain.
Suman
thak
gayi
hongi.”
Suman ne soft smile ke saath sir hilaaya.
Lekin uske dimaag mein ek baat saaf thi —
Aarav ne is ghar mein
jo
aag
lagayi
thi…
ab
use
Suman
ke
shareer
se
aur
bhadkana
tha.
Aur
is
baar
Rajeev
bhi
us
aag
ka
hissa
banne
wala
tha.


Doosre din Suman thodi der pehle pahunchi.
Usne jaan-bujh kar woh cream kurti pehni thi jo uske shareer se soft sa chipki hui thi. Baal thode se khule the. Chehre par koi bhaari makeup nahi tha, lekin aankhon mein woh gehraai thi jo Rajeev ko pehli baar se kheench rahi thi.
Ghar mein Mrs. Malhotra market gayi hui thin.
Ishita college mein thi.
Tai ji apne room mein aaram kar rahi thin.
Ayaan abhi aane wala tha.
Drawing room mein sirf Rajeev tha.
Woh sofe par baitha tha, laptop khula hua, lekin kaam nahi kar raha tha.
Suman ko dekhte hi usne screen band kar diya.
“Akele ho aaj?” Suman ne soft lekin clear awaaz mein poocha.
Rajeev ne usse upar se neeche tak dekha.
Is baar usne nazar chhupane ki koshish nahi ki.
“Haan.
Baaki log nahi hain.
Baithiye.”
Suman ne uske saamne wali kursi ke bajaye, uske sofe ke hi doosre end par jagah li.
Itni doori ki beech mein ek cushion tha, lekin hawa mein tension saaf tha.
Rajeev ne uski taraf body ghumayi.
“Aap
har
baar
aa-jaa
rahi
hain
is
ghar
mein.
Kabhi
socha
hai
ki
main
kya
sochta
hoonga?”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Aap
sochte
honge
ki
main
aapke
bete
ke
kaafi
kareeb
ho
gayi
hoon.”
Rajeev ne halka sa muskura diya.
Woh muskuraahat aankhon tak nahi pahunchi.
“Sirf
bete
ke
kareeb?
Aap
merе
ghar
ke
har
hisso
mein
ghus
chuki
hain.
Meri
biwi
aapke
aane
se
pehle
itni
soft
nahi
thi.
Tai ji
aapko
dekh
kar
chup
ho
jati
hain.
Aur
main…”
Usne baat adhoori chhod di.
Suman ne aage badh kar cushion hata diya.
Ab unke beech doori aur kam ho gayi thi.
“Aap
kya
mehsoos
karte
hain,
Rajeev ji?” usne dheeme se poocha.
Rajeev ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
Phir uske honthon par.
Phir uske seene par.
“Main
mehsoos
karta
hoon
ki
aap
is
ghar
mein
sirf
Ayaan
ke
liye
nahi
aati.
Aap
jaanti
hain
ki
main
aapko
kaise
dekhta
hoon.
Aur
aap
wapas
aati
hain.”
Suman ne uski baat ko nahi tokа.
Usne bas itna kaha,
“Main
jaanti
hoon.
Aapki
nazar
mein
bhook
hai.
Pyar
nahi.”
Rajeev ne ek second ke liye ruk kar dekha.
Phir usne aage badh kar Suman ka haath pakad liya.
Uske haath bade the, garam the, aur unmein ek controlled pressure tha.
“Pyar
ki
zaroorat
nahi,” usne bhaari awaaz mein kaha.
“Main
aapko
chahta
hoon.
Seedhi
baat.
Aap
bhi
yeh
jaanti
hain.”
Suman ne uska haath nahi chhoda.
Usne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha,
“Aap
chaahte
hain.
Main
bhi
dekh
rahi
hoon.
Lekin
yahaan
ghar
hai.
Aapki
biwi
hai.
Aapka
beta
hai.”
Rajeev ne uska haath apne haath mein aur zor se pakda.
Usne Suman ko apni taraf thoda sa khinchа.
“Woh
sab
mujse
door
ho
chuke
hain.
Aap
jab
paas
hoti
hain…
toh
mujhe
sirf
aap
nazar
aati
hain.”
Suman ne uski nazar se nazar milayi.
Uske andar bhook hilti hui mehsoos hui.
Yeh bhook Ayaan wali narmi se bilkul alag thi.
Yeh sukhi thi.
Andheri thi.
Sirf shareer maangti thi.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Agar
kabhi
mauka
bana…
toh
dekhеnge.”
Rajeev ki aankhein pat gayi.
Usne Suman ka haath chhodа nahi.
Usne uske haath ko apne leg par rakh diya.
“Mauka
main
banaunga,” usne kaha.
“Aap
bas
mana
mat
karna.”
Itne mein bahar se key ki awaaz aayi.
Mrs. Malhotra aa rahi thin.
Suman ne turant haath hata liya.
Rajeev ne bhi apni position normal kar li.
Lekin un dono ke beech jo hawa thi,
woh
ab
bhi
bhaari
thi.
Mrs. Malhotra andar aayi toh unhone pehle Suman ko dekha,
phir Rajeev ko.
Unke chehre par ek second ke liye sawaal aaya, lekin unhone kuch nahi poocha.
Suman ne soft smile ke saath kaha,
“Aunty,
main
Ayaan
ka
intezaar
kar
rahi
thi.”
Rajeev ne uski taraf ek last nazar daali.
Us nazar mein saaf likha tha —
Yeh
khel
ab
sirf
dekhne
ka
nahi
raha.
Ab
main
aage
badhunga.
Suman ne us nazar ko pakad liya.
Uske andar bhook
muskura
rahi
thi.
Pyar
nahi.
Sirf
bhook.

Teesre din Suman ne thoda alag soch kar ghar aane ka time nikala.
Is baar woh tab gayi jab Ayaan college se aane wala tha, taaki Rajeev ke saath akela time na ho.
Lekin kismat ne kuch aur hi plan kiya tha.
Jab Suman pahunchi toh Ayaan ka message aaya:
“Project meeting longer chal gayi.
1 ghante late ho jaunga.
Aap ghar mat jaana, main seedha aata hoon.”
Suman ne phone pocket mein rakha.
Darwaza Mrs. Malhotra ne nahi, Rajeev ne khola.
Woh fresh shirt mein tha.
Baal thode se geele the, jaise abhi naha kar aaya ho.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hi ek second ke liye poora dekh liya — dheere se, bina sharm ke.
“Akele?” usne poocha.
“Haan,” Suman ne kaha.
“Ayaan late ho raha hai.”
Rajeev ne side hote hue usse andar aane diya.
Jab Suman uske bagal se guzri, toh uske shareer se halki si perfume aur garam skin ki khushboo aayi.
Rajeev ne jaan-bujh kar thoda sa aage badh kar uska haath apne haath se touch kar liya.
Suman ne haath nahi hataya.
Bas andar aage badh gayi.
Drawing room mein Tai ji nahi thin.
Mrs. Malhotra bhi upstairs thi.
Ghar mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi.
Rajeev ne peeche se kaha,
“Baithiye.
Aaj
aap
ko
bhagana
nahi
chahta.”
Suman ne sofe par jagah li.
Rajeev uske bagal mein aakar baith gaya.
Is baar beech mein cushion nahi tha.
Dono ke shareer ke beech sirf thodi si hawa thi.
Rajeev ne aage badh kar table se glass uthaya, lekin usne piya nahi.
Usne Suman ki taraf dekhte hue kaha,
“Kal
jo
baat
hui
thi…
uske
baare
mein
sochta
raha.
Aapne
kaha
tha
ki
yeh
pyar
nahi,
bhook
hai.
Sahi
kaha
aapne.
Main
aapke
pyar
mein
nahi
padna
chahta.
Main
aapko
chahta
hoon.”
Suman ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Aap
chaahte
hain
toh
seedha
bolie.
Ghumа-phira
ke
nahi.”
Rajeev ne uska haath pakad liya.
Is baar zor se.
Usne Suman ke haath ko apne leg par rakh diya aur apni ungliyon se uski ungliyon ko dabaaya.
“Main
aapko
apne
neeche
chahta
hoon,” usne bhaari awaaz mein kaha.
“Main
aapke
shareer
ko
dekhna
chahta
hoon.
Chhoona
chahta
hoon.
Aur
aap
bhi
yeh
jaanti
hain.
Isliye
aap
wapas
aati
hain.”
Suman ne uska haath nahi chhoda.
Usne uski nazar se nazar milayi.
“Aap
ki
bhook
mujhe
dikhai
de
rahi
hai.
Lekin
main
koi
sasti
cheez
nahi
hoon
jo
aap
jab
chahein
le
lein.”
Rajeev ne uske haath ko aur zor se pakda.
Usne Suman ko apni taraf thoda sa khinchа.
Ab unke chehre ke beech bahut kam doori thi.
“Phir
keemat
batao,” usne kaha.
“Jo
bhi
hai,
main
dunga.
Lekin
aap
ko
main
lena
chahta
hoon.”
Suman ne uske honthon par nazar daali.
Phir uski aankhon mein.
“Keemat
yeh
hai
ki
aap
sabr
karein.
Aur
jab
main
kahun…
tab
aage
badhein.”
Rajeev ki saans tez ho gayi.
Usne Suman ke haath ko chhodа nahi.
Usne apni doosri haath se Suman ke baal ke ek lock ko dheere se touch kiya.
“Main
sabr
kar
lunga.
Lekin
zyada
der
tak
nahi.”
Itne mein upstairs se Mrs. Malhotra ki awaaz aayi.
“Rajeev?
Neeche
kaun
hai?”
Rajeev ne turant haath hata liya.
Suman ne bhi apni position normal kar li.
Mrs. Malhotra neeche aayi.
Unhone dono ko sofe par bagal-bagal baithе hue dekha.
Unke chehre par ek second ke liye sawaal aur jalan dono aaye.
“Suman,
aap
aa
gayi,” unhone kaha.
Awaaz mein pehle jaisi garmi nahi thi.
“Haan aunty.
Ayaan
late
ho
raha
hai.
Isliye
yahi
intezaar
kar
rahi
thi.”
Mrs. Malhotra ne sir hilaaya.
Lekin unki nazar baar-baar Rajeev aur Suman ke beech ki kam hoti doori par ja rahi thi.
Thodi der baad Ayaan aa gaya.
Usne Suman ko dekhte hi poora mood change kar liya.
Woh seedha uske paas aaya aur uska haath pakad liya.
“Sorry,
late
ho
gaya.
Chalo
thodi
der
bahar
chalte
hain?”
Suman ne uske haath ko wapas pakadte hue kaha,
“Chalo.”
Jaate time usne ek nazar Rajeev par daali.
Rajeev usse dekh raha tha.
Us nazar mein saaf likha tha —
Main
intezaar
karunga.
Lekin
jab
lena
hoga…
toh
le
lunga.
Suman ne us nazar ko feel kiya.
Uske andar bhook
phir
se
jag
gayi.
Ayaan ke narm haath
ke
saath-saath
ab
Rajeev
ki
bhaari
bhook
bhi
uske
shareer
mein
utar
rahi
thi.