21-10-2026, 10:21 AM
I am going to write a story about a housewife wo kaise apne naukar ke jaal mein phans gayi
Mumbai, Naya Flat, Aur Woh Budha Naukar
Mera naam Vikram Sharma hai.
Aaj jab main yeh sab likh raha hoon, toh lagta hai jaise koi aur hi insaan yeh sab jee chuka ho. Lekin yeh sab main khud living room ke usi sofe pe baitha hua yaad kar raha hoon jahan se sab shuru hua tha. Andheri West ka woh 2BHK flat, jo mainne aur meri biwi Kavya ne do saal pehle milkar liya tha. Us flat ki deewaron ne bahut kuch dekha. Bahut kuch suna. Aur mainne bhi.Sabse pehle main tumhe batata hoon ki hum Mumbai kaise aaye.Main originally Jaipur ka hoon. Kavya bhi. Humari shaadi arrange thi, 2019 mein hui thi. Kavya us waqt 27 ki thi, main 32 ka. Woh bilkul traditional ghar se aayi thi. Uske pitaji retired government officer the, maa pure ghar ki lakshman rekha. Kavya ko chhotepan se yahi sikhaya gaya tha ki ladki ka sabse bada dharm apne pati aur ghar ki izzat hai. Short clothes, loud laughing, strange mardon se zyada baat — yeh sab uske dictionary mein nahi tha. Shaadi ke baad bhi woh waisi hi rahi. Ghar mein max cotton nighty ya simple salwar-kameez. Bahar jaati thi toh full decent. Sex bhi humara soft hi tha. Lights off, jaldi khatam, aur uske baad woh apne taraf muh karke so jati thi. Main kabhi complain nahi karta tha. Mujhe uski sanskar pasand the.Phir 2024 ke start mein meri company ne mujhe Mumbai transfer ka offer diya. Promotion ke saath. Salary almost double. Kavya ne pehle mana kiya. “Itni door? Family se door? Mumbai itna bura shahar hai…” Lekin mainne samjhaya. Paise, future, better life. Aakhir woh maan gayi. Humne Jaipur ka ghar temporary lock kiya aur Mumbai nikal pade.Pehle do hafte ek chhote se service apartment mein rahe. Phir Andheri West mein yeh 2BHK mila. Society kaafi decent thi, security guards the, lift thi. Humne socha yahin settle ho jaate hain. Dono kaam pe jaate the. Main Andheri East ke office, Kavya Bandra ke ek private firm mein accounts handle karti thi. Subah 8 baje nikalte, shaam 7-7:30 tak wapas. Ghar ka kaam sambhalna mushkil ho gaya. Kapde, jhadu-pocha, khana — sab. Isliye naukar rakhne ka socha.Maine local newspaper aur society WhatsApp group mein ad daala:
“2BHK flat ke liye full-time naukar chahiye. Cooking, cleaning, washing. Age 45-65. Salary negotiable.”Kai log aaye. Koi bahut young tha, koi suspicious lag raha tha, koi zyada paise maang raha tha. Phir ek din shaam ko woh aaya.Ramprasad.Pehli nazar mein woh bilkul ordinary laga. Umar 60 ke kareeb. Patla body, lekin kandhe chaure the. Baal pure safed, thode-thode baal kanpati pe bhi. Chehra jhurrion se bhara hua, lekin aankhein… aankhein tez thin. Dark brown, thoda gehra. Usne simple white dhoti pehni thi, upar halka blue kurta, aur haath mein ek purana gamcha. Pair mein plastic chappal. Bolte waqt thoda sa dehati accent tha, lekin Mumbai ke 30 saal bitane ki wajah se thoda mix ho gaya tha.Usne haath jodke kaha, “Saab, mera naam Ramprasad hai. Main Bihar se hoon, lekin 30 saal se Mumbai mein kaam kar raha hoon. Cooking, cleaning, sab aata hai. Ghar ka poora kaam kar lunga. Rehta hoon yahin paas mein, chawl mein. Salary 12,000 + khana. Sunday half day.”Mainne uski taraf dekha. Kavya us waqt kitchen se nikal kar living room mein aa gayi thi. Usne pale pink cotton salwar-kameez pehni hui thi, dupatta properly odha hua. Baal simple bun mein the. Usne Ramprasad ko ek baar upar se neeche tak dekha aur phir meri taraf dekhke aankhein majboori se jhukha li.Mainne poocha, “Koi reference hai?”Usne ek purana phone nikala aur ek number dikhaya. “Pichle saab ka number hai. Unke yahan 4 saal kaam kiya. Woh log Canada shift ho gaye.”Maine us number pe call kiya. Doosri taraf se ek aadmi ne confirm kiya ki Ramprasad theek kaam karta hai, koi chor-mazdoor nahi hai. Mainne Kavya ki taraf dekha. Usne sirf itna kaha, “Jo aapko theek lage.”Uske tone mein koi interest nahi tha. Bilkul flat. Jaise koi formality ho.Mainne Ramprasad se kaha, “Kal subah 7 baje se try karke dekho. Ek hafte ka trial. Agar sab theek raha toh permanent.”Usne haath jodke “Ji saab” kaha aur chala gaya. Jab woh ja raha tha toh maine notice kiya ki uski nazar ek second ke liye Kavya ke upar ruki. Sirf ek second. Lekin us ek second mein uski aankhon mein kuch tha. Main us waqt ignore kar gaya. Socha, budha aadmi hai, kya hi sochta hoga.Agli subah 7 baje sharp woh aa gaya. Key maine pehle hi security ko de di thi. Usne door bell bajayi. Kavya ne khola. Main bedroom mein shirt pehente hue unki baat sun raha tha.Kavya ki awaaz bilkul dry thi.
“Andar aao. Kitchen wahan hai. Aaj ke liye simple nashta — aloo paratha aur curd. Kapde washing machine mein daal dena. Jhadu-pocha bhi kar dena.”Ramprasad ne “Ji memsaab” kaha. Koi extra baat nahi ki. Kavya ne usse aankh bhi nahi milayi. Seedhe bedroom mein aa gayi aur mujhe bolne lagi, “Yeh aadmi thoda ajeeb lag raha hai. Bahut chuppa hai.”Mainne haske kaha, “Sab naukar aise hi hote hain. Kaam kare bas.”Pehle din sab normal raha. Ramprasad ne kaam kiya, nashta banaya, kapde dhoye, aur 6 baje shaam ko nikal gaya. Kavya ne usse sirf zaruri baatein ki thin. “Yeh rakh do”, “Woh saaf kar do”, “Kal ke liye sabzi le aana”. Koi smile nahi, koi extra sawal nahi.Main notice kar raha tha.Kavya jab bhi uske aas-paas hoti thi, toh uska body language bilkul closed rehta tha. Arms cross, aankhein neeche, baat short. Ramprasad bhi zyada nahi bolta tha. Lekin uski aankhein… mainne do-teen baar catch kiya. Jab Kavya kitchen se nikal kar living room aati thi, toh Ramprasad ki nazar uske upar thodi der tik jati thi. Especially uske kamar aur hips pe. Main us waqt sochta tha, shayad main overthink kar raha hoon.Doosre din bhi waisa hi raha. Teesre din thoda sa change hua.Main office se thoda jaldi aa gaya tha. 5:45 pe. Door kholte hi mujhe awaaz aayi. Kavya kitchen mein thi aur Ramprasad uske peeche khada tha, counter saaf kar raha tha. Kavya bol rahi thi, “Kal se thoda jaldi aana. Subah ka time nahi milta.”Ramprasad ne jawab diya, “Ji memsaab. Aap itni jaldi kaam pe nikal jati ho… aapke liye toh body bhi thak jati hogi. Itni patli kamar… sorry, matlab kaam zyada hai.”Kavya ki awaaz thodi tez ho gayi.
“Zyada mat bolo. Kaam karo.”Mainne notice kiya ki Ramprasad ne turant sir jhuka liya aur “Ji memsaab, galti ho gayi” bol diya. Lekin uske chehre pe koi dar nahi tha. Ek chhoti si smile thi jo usne turant chhupa li.Us raat mainne Kavya se poocha, “Woh budha thoda zyada bolne laga hai kya?”Kavya ne makeup hatate hue kaha, “Haan. Aaj ek number ki bakwas kar di. Mainne daant diya. Kal se tighter rakhungi.”Mainne uski baat maan li. Lekin dimag mein woh scene ghoom raha tha. “Itni patli kamar” — yeh line simple nahi thi. Ek 60 saal ka naukar apni memsaab ki kamar ke bare mein baat kare, woh bhi itni jaldi.Chauthe din mainne decide kiya ki main thoda observe karunga. Office mein bola ki mujhe client meeting hai, lekin actually 4 baje nikal gaya aur society ke basements parking mein gadi khadi karke wait karne laga. 5:30 pe main quietly upper floors pe gaya. Hamare flat ka door thoda sa ajar tha (Ramprasad aksar aisa karta tha jab kaam chal raha ho). Main ne peep kiya.Kavya abhi-abhi office se aayi thi. Usne heel utaar rakhi thin aur simple white top aur black formal pants mein thi. Ramprasad uske saamne khoda tha, uske bag ko rakhne mein help kar raha tha. Kavya bilkul straight khadi thi, face tight.Ramprasad bol raha tha, “Memsaab, aap roz itne heels mein kaam pe jati ho… pair toh dukhte hoge. Main dabana jaanta hoon. Purane zamane mein hum log apne ghar ki auraton ke pair dabate the.”Kavya ne turant kaha, “Nahi chahiye. Aap apna kaam karo.”Ramprasad ne phir se sir jhukaya. “Ji memsaab. Maaf karna. Muh se nikal gaya.”Lekin uske baad bhi uski nazar Kavya ke pairon pe thi. Mainne clearly dekha. Kavya ne bhi notice kiya hoga, kyunki usne jaldi se bedroom ki taraf rukh kar liya.Us raat main so nahi paya. Dimag mein baar-baar same sawal aa raha tha — kya yeh aadmi itna simple hai? 60 saal ka naukar itni jaldi personal baatein kaise kar sakta hai? Aur Kavya… usne sirf daanta, report nahi kiya, nikalne nahi kaha.Panchwe din mainne ek aur step uthaya.Kavya ka phone.
Woh aksar bathroom mein phone leke jati thi. Mainne pehle kabhi uska phone check nahi kiya tha. Trust tha. Lekin us din shaam ko jab woh naha rahi thi, mainne uska phone uthaya. Password uska birthday tha — main jaanta tha. WhatsApp khola. Ramprasad ka number save tha “Ramprasad Naukar” ke naam se. Chats bilkul normal thin. “Aaj sabzi le aana”, “Kal chutti hai”, “Gas khatam hone wali hai”. Koi personal baat nahi.Lekin mainne notice kiya ki Ramprasad ne ek message delete kiya tha. WhatsApp mein “This message was deleted” dikh raha tha. Mainne socha, shayad kuch important ho.Us raat mainne decide kiya ki main monitoring software install karunga. Simple sa app, jo deleted messages bhi recover kar sakta hai aur location bhi track karta hai. Mainne Kavya ke phone mein woh app chhupa ke install kar diya jab woh so rahi thi. Password change nahi kiya, bas background mein chalne diya.Chhethe din subah jab main office ja raha tha, toh Kavya kitchen mein Ramprasad ko instruction de rahi thi. Uska tone ab bhi strict tha, lekin mainne notice kiya ki woh pehle jitni door nahi khadi thi. Thoda sa closer.Ramprasad ne us din ek baar phir se “galti” ki.
Woh bol raha tha, “Memsaab, aapki yeh white top… bahut soft dikhti hai. Aapke… matlab fabric accha hai.”Kavya ne turant gusse mein kaha, “Ek number ki sharam nahi hai kya? Kaam pe dhyan do warna nikal dungi!”Ramprasad ne haath jod liye. “Maaf kar do memsaab. Budhape mein muh control nahi hota. Aisi galti nahi hogi.”Kavya ne usse aur kuch nahi kaha. Bas bedroom mein chali gayi. Main us waqt living room mein tha. Maine uska face dekha. Gussa toh tha, lekin us gusse ke peeche ek chhoti si confusion bhi thi. Jaise woh samajh nahi pa rahi ho ki is aadmi ko kaise handle kare.Us raat software ne pehla alert diya.Ramprasad ne raat 11:17 pe message bheja tha:
“Memsaab, din mein jo muh se nikal gaya uske liye dil se sorry. Aap gussa mat kariyega. Main sirf sevak hoon.”Kavya ne 11:42 pe reply kiya:
“Kal se aisi baat nahi honi chahiye. Warna sochna padega.”Simple. Dry. Lekin usne block nahi kiya. Aur na hi mere se is baare mein koi shikayat ki.Main phone dekhte hue sofe pe baitha raha. Mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. Main samajh nahi paa raha tha ki main gussa karun ya… kuch aur. Ek ajeeb sa feeling ho rahi thi. Jaise main kisi unknown territory mein aa gaya hoon.Saatve din mainne jaan-bujhkar late aane ka plan banaya. Office se 8 baje nikla. Ghar 8:40 pe pahuncha. Door kholte hi mujhe kitchen se awaaz aayi. Kavya aur Ramprasad dono wahan the. Kavya abhi-abhi office se aayi thi, usne heels utaar rakhi thin, aur Ramprasad uske bag ko rakh raha tha.Ramprasad bol raha tha, “Aap roz itni thak kar aati ho memsaab. Is umar mein bhi main strong hoon… aapke liye pair daba sakta hoon. Koi galat baat nahi hai.”Kavya ne is baar thoda kam strict tone mein kaha, “Nahi. Chhod do.”Lekin “nikal jao” nahi kaha. Aur na hi “main Vikram se shikayat karungi”.Mainne apne jooton ki awaaz se unhe alert kiya. Dono turant alag ho gaye. Ramprasad ne “Saab aa gaye” kaha aur jaldi se apna gamcha uthaya. Kavya ne mera face dekha aur normal se kaha, “Aaj late ho gaya?”Mainne normal reply diya. Lekin us raat jab hum so rahe the, mainne Kavya ke body ko notice kiya. Woh pehle se thodi alag thi. Itni tight nahi. Jaise uske dimag mein kuch chal raha ho.Main ceiling ki taraf dekhte hue soch raha tha.Yeh budha aadmi…
Yeh manipulative hai.
Pehle gandi baat, phir sorry.
Pehle boundary cross, phir peeche hatna.
Aur meri sanskari biwi… jo pehle din bilkul ice ki tarah thi… dheere-dheere uske against soft padti ja rahi hai.Mainne us raat decide kiya.
Main unhe aur closely observe karunga.
Software se chats padhta rahunga.
Aur jab bhi mauka milega, chhupke dekhunga.Kyunki main jaanna chahta tha…
Yeh sab kahan tak jayega.Aur main, Vikram Sharma, us waqt yeh nahi jaanta tha ki main khud is khel ka hissa banne wala hoon.
Ek aisa hissa jo baad mein khud ko pehchan nahi payega.
Mumbai, Naya Flat, Aur Woh Budha Naukar
Mera naam Vikram Sharma hai.
Aaj jab main yeh sab likh raha hoon, toh lagta hai jaise koi aur hi insaan yeh sab jee chuka ho. Lekin yeh sab main khud living room ke usi sofe pe baitha hua yaad kar raha hoon jahan se sab shuru hua tha. Andheri West ka woh 2BHK flat, jo mainne aur meri biwi Kavya ne do saal pehle milkar liya tha. Us flat ki deewaron ne bahut kuch dekha. Bahut kuch suna. Aur mainne bhi.Sabse pehle main tumhe batata hoon ki hum Mumbai kaise aaye.Main originally Jaipur ka hoon. Kavya bhi. Humari shaadi arrange thi, 2019 mein hui thi. Kavya us waqt 27 ki thi, main 32 ka. Woh bilkul traditional ghar se aayi thi. Uske pitaji retired government officer the, maa pure ghar ki lakshman rekha. Kavya ko chhotepan se yahi sikhaya gaya tha ki ladki ka sabse bada dharm apne pati aur ghar ki izzat hai. Short clothes, loud laughing, strange mardon se zyada baat — yeh sab uske dictionary mein nahi tha. Shaadi ke baad bhi woh waisi hi rahi. Ghar mein max cotton nighty ya simple salwar-kameez. Bahar jaati thi toh full decent. Sex bhi humara soft hi tha. Lights off, jaldi khatam, aur uske baad woh apne taraf muh karke so jati thi. Main kabhi complain nahi karta tha. Mujhe uski sanskar pasand the.Phir 2024 ke start mein meri company ne mujhe Mumbai transfer ka offer diya. Promotion ke saath. Salary almost double. Kavya ne pehle mana kiya. “Itni door? Family se door? Mumbai itna bura shahar hai…” Lekin mainne samjhaya. Paise, future, better life. Aakhir woh maan gayi. Humne Jaipur ka ghar temporary lock kiya aur Mumbai nikal pade.Pehle do hafte ek chhote se service apartment mein rahe. Phir Andheri West mein yeh 2BHK mila. Society kaafi decent thi, security guards the, lift thi. Humne socha yahin settle ho jaate hain. Dono kaam pe jaate the. Main Andheri East ke office, Kavya Bandra ke ek private firm mein accounts handle karti thi. Subah 8 baje nikalte, shaam 7-7:30 tak wapas. Ghar ka kaam sambhalna mushkil ho gaya. Kapde, jhadu-pocha, khana — sab. Isliye naukar rakhne ka socha.Maine local newspaper aur society WhatsApp group mein ad daala:
“2BHK flat ke liye full-time naukar chahiye. Cooking, cleaning, washing. Age 45-65. Salary negotiable.”Kai log aaye. Koi bahut young tha, koi suspicious lag raha tha, koi zyada paise maang raha tha. Phir ek din shaam ko woh aaya.Ramprasad.Pehli nazar mein woh bilkul ordinary laga. Umar 60 ke kareeb. Patla body, lekin kandhe chaure the. Baal pure safed, thode-thode baal kanpati pe bhi. Chehra jhurrion se bhara hua, lekin aankhein… aankhein tez thin. Dark brown, thoda gehra. Usne simple white dhoti pehni thi, upar halka blue kurta, aur haath mein ek purana gamcha. Pair mein plastic chappal. Bolte waqt thoda sa dehati accent tha, lekin Mumbai ke 30 saal bitane ki wajah se thoda mix ho gaya tha.Usne haath jodke kaha, “Saab, mera naam Ramprasad hai. Main Bihar se hoon, lekin 30 saal se Mumbai mein kaam kar raha hoon. Cooking, cleaning, sab aata hai. Ghar ka poora kaam kar lunga. Rehta hoon yahin paas mein, chawl mein. Salary 12,000 + khana. Sunday half day.”Mainne uski taraf dekha. Kavya us waqt kitchen se nikal kar living room mein aa gayi thi. Usne pale pink cotton salwar-kameez pehni hui thi, dupatta properly odha hua. Baal simple bun mein the. Usne Ramprasad ko ek baar upar se neeche tak dekha aur phir meri taraf dekhke aankhein majboori se jhukha li.Mainne poocha, “Koi reference hai?”Usne ek purana phone nikala aur ek number dikhaya. “Pichle saab ka number hai. Unke yahan 4 saal kaam kiya. Woh log Canada shift ho gaye.”Maine us number pe call kiya. Doosri taraf se ek aadmi ne confirm kiya ki Ramprasad theek kaam karta hai, koi chor-mazdoor nahi hai. Mainne Kavya ki taraf dekha. Usne sirf itna kaha, “Jo aapko theek lage.”Uske tone mein koi interest nahi tha. Bilkul flat. Jaise koi formality ho.Mainne Ramprasad se kaha, “Kal subah 7 baje se try karke dekho. Ek hafte ka trial. Agar sab theek raha toh permanent.”Usne haath jodke “Ji saab” kaha aur chala gaya. Jab woh ja raha tha toh maine notice kiya ki uski nazar ek second ke liye Kavya ke upar ruki. Sirf ek second. Lekin us ek second mein uski aankhon mein kuch tha. Main us waqt ignore kar gaya. Socha, budha aadmi hai, kya hi sochta hoga.Agli subah 7 baje sharp woh aa gaya. Key maine pehle hi security ko de di thi. Usne door bell bajayi. Kavya ne khola. Main bedroom mein shirt pehente hue unki baat sun raha tha.Kavya ki awaaz bilkul dry thi.
“Andar aao. Kitchen wahan hai. Aaj ke liye simple nashta — aloo paratha aur curd. Kapde washing machine mein daal dena. Jhadu-pocha bhi kar dena.”Ramprasad ne “Ji memsaab” kaha. Koi extra baat nahi ki. Kavya ne usse aankh bhi nahi milayi. Seedhe bedroom mein aa gayi aur mujhe bolne lagi, “Yeh aadmi thoda ajeeb lag raha hai. Bahut chuppa hai.”Mainne haske kaha, “Sab naukar aise hi hote hain. Kaam kare bas.”Pehle din sab normal raha. Ramprasad ne kaam kiya, nashta banaya, kapde dhoye, aur 6 baje shaam ko nikal gaya. Kavya ne usse sirf zaruri baatein ki thin. “Yeh rakh do”, “Woh saaf kar do”, “Kal ke liye sabzi le aana”. Koi smile nahi, koi extra sawal nahi.Main notice kar raha tha.Kavya jab bhi uske aas-paas hoti thi, toh uska body language bilkul closed rehta tha. Arms cross, aankhein neeche, baat short. Ramprasad bhi zyada nahi bolta tha. Lekin uski aankhein… mainne do-teen baar catch kiya. Jab Kavya kitchen se nikal kar living room aati thi, toh Ramprasad ki nazar uske upar thodi der tik jati thi. Especially uske kamar aur hips pe. Main us waqt sochta tha, shayad main overthink kar raha hoon.Doosre din bhi waisa hi raha. Teesre din thoda sa change hua.Main office se thoda jaldi aa gaya tha. 5:45 pe. Door kholte hi mujhe awaaz aayi. Kavya kitchen mein thi aur Ramprasad uske peeche khada tha, counter saaf kar raha tha. Kavya bol rahi thi, “Kal se thoda jaldi aana. Subah ka time nahi milta.”Ramprasad ne jawab diya, “Ji memsaab. Aap itni jaldi kaam pe nikal jati ho… aapke liye toh body bhi thak jati hogi. Itni patli kamar… sorry, matlab kaam zyada hai.”Kavya ki awaaz thodi tez ho gayi.
“Zyada mat bolo. Kaam karo.”Mainne notice kiya ki Ramprasad ne turant sir jhuka liya aur “Ji memsaab, galti ho gayi” bol diya. Lekin uske chehre pe koi dar nahi tha. Ek chhoti si smile thi jo usne turant chhupa li.Us raat mainne Kavya se poocha, “Woh budha thoda zyada bolne laga hai kya?”Kavya ne makeup hatate hue kaha, “Haan. Aaj ek number ki bakwas kar di. Mainne daant diya. Kal se tighter rakhungi.”Mainne uski baat maan li. Lekin dimag mein woh scene ghoom raha tha. “Itni patli kamar” — yeh line simple nahi thi. Ek 60 saal ka naukar apni memsaab ki kamar ke bare mein baat kare, woh bhi itni jaldi.Chauthe din mainne decide kiya ki main thoda observe karunga. Office mein bola ki mujhe client meeting hai, lekin actually 4 baje nikal gaya aur society ke basements parking mein gadi khadi karke wait karne laga. 5:30 pe main quietly upper floors pe gaya. Hamare flat ka door thoda sa ajar tha (Ramprasad aksar aisa karta tha jab kaam chal raha ho). Main ne peep kiya.Kavya abhi-abhi office se aayi thi. Usne heel utaar rakhi thin aur simple white top aur black formal pants mein thi. Ramprasad uske saamne khoda tha, uske bag ko rakhne mein help kar raha tha. Kavya bilkul straight khadi thi, face tight.Ramprasad bol raha tha, “Memsaab, aap roz itne heels mein kaam pe jati ho… pair toh dukhte hoge. Main dabana jaanta hoon. Purane zamane mein hum log apne ghar ki auraton ke pair dabate the.”Kavya ne turant kaha, “Nahi chahiye. Aap apna kaam karo.”Ramprasad ne phir se sir jhukaya. “Ji memsaab. Maaf karna. Muh se nikal gaya.”Lekin uske baad bhi uski nazar Kavya ke pairon pe thi. Mainne clearly dekha. Kavya ne bhi notice kiya hoga, kyunki usne jaldi se bedroom ki taraf rukh kar liya.Us raat main so nahi paya. Dimag mein baar-baar same sawal aa raha tha — kya yeh aadmi itna simple hai? 60 saal ka naukar itni jaldi personal baatein kaise kar sakta hai? Aur Kavya… usne sirf daanta, report nahi kiya, nikalne nahi kaha.Panchwe din mainne ek aur step uthaya.Kavya ka phone.
Woh aksar bathroom mein phone leke jati thi. Mainne pehle kabhi uska phone check nahi kiya tha. Trust tha. Lekin us din shaam ko jab woh naha rahi thi, mainne uska phone uthaya. Password uska birthday tha — main jaanta tha. WhatsApp khola. Ramprasad ka number save tha “Ramprasad Naukar” ke naam se. Chats bilkul normal thin. “Aaj sabzi le aana”, “Kal chutti hai”, “Gas khatam hone wali hai”. Koi personal baat nahi.Lekin mainne notice kiya ki Ramprasad ne ek message delete kiya tha. WhatsApp mein “This message was deleted” dikh raha tha. Mainne socha, shayad kuch important ho.Us raat mainne decide kiya ki main monitoring software install karunga. Simple sa app, jo deleted messages bhi recover kar sakta hai aur location bhi track karta hai. Mainne Kavya ke phone mein woh app chhupa ke install kar diya jab woh so rahi thi. Password change nahi kiya, bas background mein chalne diya.Chhethe din subah jab main office ja raha tha, toh Kavya kitchen mein Ramprasad ko instruction de rahi thi. Uska tone ab bhi strict tha, lekin mainne notice kiya ki woh pehle jitni door nahi khadi thi. Thoda sa closer.Ramprasad ne us din ek baar phir se “galti” ki.
Woh bol raha tha, “Memsaab, aapki yeh white top… bahut soft dikhti hai. Aapke… matlab fabric accha hai.”Kavya ne turant gusse mein kaha, “Ek number ki sharam nahi hai kya? Kaam pe dhyan do warna nikal dungi!”Ramprasad ne haath jod liye. “Maaf kar do memsaab. Budhape mein muh control nahi hota. Aisi galti nahi hogi.”Kavya ne usse aur kuch nahi kaha. Bas bedroom mein chali gayi. Main us waqt living room mein tha. Maine uska face dekha. Gussa toh tha, lekin us gusse ke peeche ek chhoti si confusion bhi thi. Jaise woh samajh nahi pa rahi ho ki is aadmi ko kaise handle kare.Us raat software ne pehla alert diya.Ramprasad ne raat 11:17 pe message bheja tha:
“Memsaab, din mein jo muh se nikal gaya uske liye dil se sorry. Aap gussa mat kariyega. Main sirf sevak hoon.”Kavya ne 11:42 pe reply kiya:
“Kal se aisi baat nahi honi chahiye. Warna sochna padega.”Simple. Dry. Lekin usne block nahi kiya. Aur na hi mere se is baare mein koi shikayat ki.Main phone dekhte hue sofe pe baitha raha. Mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. Main samajh nahi paa raha tha ki main gussa karun ya… kuch aur. Ek ajeeb sa feeling ho rahi thi. Jaise main kisi unknown territory mein aa gaya hoon.Saatve din mainne jaan-bujhkar late aane ka plan banaya. Office se 8 baje nikla. Ghar 8:40 pe pahuncha. Door kholte hi mujhe kitchen se awaaz aayi. Kavya aur Ramprasad dono wahan the. Kavya abhi-abhi office se aayi thi, usne heels utaar rakhi thin, aur Ramprasad uske bag ko rakh raha tha.Ramprasad bol raha tha, “Aap roz itni thak kar aati ho memsaab. Is umar mein bhi main strong hoon… aapke liye pair daba sakta hoon. Koi galat baat nahi hai.”Kavya ne is baar thoda kam strict tone mein kaha, “Nahi. Chhod do.”Lekin “nikal jao” nahi kaha. Aur na hi “main Vikram se shikayat karungi”.Mainne apne jooton ki awaaz se unhe alert kiya. Dono turant alag ho gaye. Ramprasad ne “Saab aa gaye” kaha aur jaldi se apna gamcha uthaya. Kavya ne mera face dekha aur normal se kaha, “Aaj late ho gaya?”Mainne normal reply diya. Lekin us raat jab hum so rahe the, mainne Kavya ke body ko notice kiya. Woh pehle se thodi alag thi. Itni tight nahi. Jaise uske dimag mein kuch chal raha ho.Main ceiling ki taraf dekhte hue soch raha tha.Yeh budha aadmi…
Yeh manipulative hai.
Pehle gandi baat, phir sorry.
Pehle boundary cross, phir peeche hatna.
Aur meri sanskari biwi… jo pehle din bilkul ice ki tarah thi… dheere-dheere uske against soft padti ja rahi hai.Mainne us raat decide kiya.
Main unhe aur closely observe karunga.
Software se chats padhta rahunga.
Aur jab bhi mauka milega, chhupke dekhunga.Kyunki main jaanna chahta tha…
Yeh sab kahan tak jayega.Aur main, Vikram Sharma, us waqt yeh nahi jaanta tha ki main khud is khel ka hissa banne wala hoon.
Ek aisa hissa jo baad mein khud ko pehchan nahi payega.
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