Kavya ka samarpan

[Mann.12@]

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Kavya cab se utri. Samne khada tha shahar ka sabse bada aur mahanga 5-star hotel. Bahar hi se pata chal raha tha ki andar koi aam jagah nahi hai.
Bahar marble ka bada entrance, 20 feet ki height wale pillars. International flags ki line lagi hui thi. Bouncers - black suits, earpieces - entry pe khade. Valet parking mein Mercedes, Audi, Bentley, Rolls Royce khadi thi.

Kavya ne apne aap ko dekha. Simple salwar kameez mein thi. "Yahan toh sab ameer log aate hain," usne socha.

Andar ghusi. Bada lobby tha - Italian marble floor, crystal chandelier jo 3 manzil neeche latakta tha. Ek taraf lounge, doosri taraf grand staircase. Reception desk golden tha. Receptionist professional - perfect English.
Kavya reception ke paas gayi.

"Excuse me... mujhe private meeting area jaana hai. Kisi se milna hai," usne kaha.

Receptionist ne smile di. "Aapka naam madam?"
"Kavya," usne kaha.
Receptionist ne computer mein dekha. Aankhein thodi badi hui. "Ji madam Kavya. Aapka intezaar hai. Sir ki taraf se."
"Sir?" Kavya ne socha.
Receptionist ne ek staff member ko ishara kiya. "Yeh aapko le jayenge."
Staff aaya - young, uniform mein. "Madam, please come this way."
Kavya peeche chali. Lobby ke side se lift ki taraf gaye. Special lift thi - kisi ne card lagaya, 12th floor ka button dabaya.
Lift upar gayi. Darwaza khula. 12th floor - poora alag hi duniya thi. Koi bheed nahi. Koi awaaz nahi. Sirf wooden floor, dim lighting, chandelier, aur doors.
Staff ek door par le gaya. "Andar, madam."
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Kavya darwaza kholke andar aayi.
Pehle usne kamra dekha. Bada tha. Dark theme. Italian leather sofas, ek bada wooden desk, side mein ek bar. Aur poora city dikh raha tha khidki se - itna ooncha, itna bada, jaise kamre ke andar hi ek alag duniya ho. Farsh par carpet itna soft ki pair dab jaayein.

Kavya ne sab dekha. Phir saamne dekha.
Ek aadmi baitha tha. Leather chair mein. Suit - dark grey. Aur usne ek black mask pehna hua tha - jo aankhon ke neeche tak aata tha. Sirf aankhein dikh rahi thi.
Kavya ko laga ki kamre ki hawa bhaari ho gayi.
Aadmi usse dekhta raha. Bas dekhta raha.
"Kavya... tum aa gayi," usne kaha. Awaaz low, controlled, deep.
Kavya ghabrayi. "Aap... aap kaun hain? Mask kyun pehna hai?"
Usne jawab nahi diya. Haath mask par le gaya. Aur dheere se utara.
Chehra samne aaya. Sharp jawline. Slick baal. Clean shaved. Woh aankhein - grey-green, jaise andar tak padh rahi hain. 32 saal ka. Suit ke andar broad shoulders.
"Krish," usne kaha.
Kavya ne dekha. "Krish?"
"Aur haan... tumhari company ka chairman bhi."
Kavya ruk gayi. Aur tab usse yaad aaya.

**Krish.** Woh Krish. Jiske naam se hi bade bade log kaanpte hain. Duniya ke sabse ameer logon mein se ek. Forbes list mein top. Paisa, power, politics, underworld - har jagah uska naam. Jo kabhi office nahi aata, jise kisi ne dekha nahi. Jiske baare mein sirf kahaaniyan suni hain.
Aur wo... yahan baitha hai. Uske saamne.
Kavya ki saansein tez ho gayi. "Aap... aap Krish hain? Woh Krish?"
Usne halki si smile di. "Wahi."
Kavya ke haath kaanpne lage. Yeh kaun aadmi hai jo usse ek message bhejta hai, hospital ki fees bharta hai, aur ab usse bulaya hai?
Usne himmat karke pucha, "Aapne mere papa ki fees kyun bhari?

Krish ne usse dekha. Bina kisi bhumika ke, seedha bolna shuru kiya.
"Dekho, main seedhe shabdon mein baat karna pasand karta hoon. Ghuma phira ke nahi."
Kavya ne sir hilaaya.
"Mujhe tumhare baare mein sab pata hai. Tumhari family, tumhari job, tumhari situation - sab. Ye fees maine isliye bhari kyunki mujhe tumhe dekhna tha. Aur ab main jo bol raha hoon, dhyaan se suno."
Usne aage jhukke table par haath rakhe.
"Main chahta hoon ki tum meri sex slave bano. Lifetime ke liye."
Kavya ki saans ruki.
"Iske badle mein - tumhari family ko kabhi, kisi bhi prakar ki, koi pareshani nahi hogi. Na paise ki, na sehat ki, na suraksha ki. Papa ka ilaaj, Kripa ki padhai, shaadi, Mummy - sab meri zimmedari. Hamesha."
Wo peeche ho gaya.
"Choice tumhari hai. 2 din mein apna jawab bata dena."
Usne haath badhake samne rakhe documents ki taraf ishara kiya. Ek file thi, kaafi moti.
"Tumhare saamne sex slave contract rakha hai. Thik se padh lena. Poora. Soch samajh ke jawab dena."
Kavya ne file ki taraf dekha. Haath se uthayi. Kaafi bhari thi."
Aur agar haan ho," Krish ne kaha, "toh mujhe usi number par sirf 'yes sir' message kar dena. Phir aage main batata hoon ki kya karna hai, kaise karna hai."
Wo ruka. Aankhon mein wohi intensity.
"Par ek baat dhyaan rakhna."
Kavya ne dekha.
"Ek baar haan keh diya, toh waps piche mudke dekhne ka mauka nahi milega. Decide karke aana. Poori tarah. Kyunki ye lifetime ka hai."
Bas itna kaha. Aur khada ho gaya.
Kavya ne kuch bolna chaaha, par Krish pehle hi darwaze ki taraf badh gaya. Khola. Jaane se pehle ek baar peeche muda. Usse dekha. Phir chala gaya.
Darwaza band hua.

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**Kavya Akeli**

Kavya wahin baithi rahi. Haath mein woh file thi.
Kamra shaant. City uske saamne jal raha tha. AC ki halki awaaz. Aur Kavya ke dil ki dhadkan - zor zor se.
"Sex slave..." usne halki awaaz mein kaha.
Usne file kholi. Pehla page padha. Bold letters mein tha:

**"LIFETIME SLAVE CONTRACT"**
Neeche clauses. Conditions. Rules. Sab kuch. Kavya ki aankhein tez chal rahi thi, par dimaag absorb nahi kar pa raha tha.
Usne file band ki. God mein rakh li.
Uthi. Legs mein kamzori thi. Neeche mehsoos hua - panty ab bhi gili thi. Andar kuch garam tha, jo shaant nahi ho raha tha.
"Yeh kya ho gaya mujhe..." usne kaha, sharmake.
Bahar nikli. Staff lift tak chhoda. Cab mein baithi.
Phone dekha. Kripa ka message - "Kahan hai di?"
Reply kiya - "Aaa rahi hoon."
Window se bahar dekha. Har cheez normal lag rahi thi, par sab kuch badal gaya tha.
Meri company ka chairman... duniya ka sabse ameer aadmi... aur wo mujhe apni sex slave banana chahta hai.
"2 din..." usne kaha, file zor se pakad ke.
Aur cab chali.