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Chapter 4: Mahira Ki Baaton Mein Chhupa Raaz
Jay ki nazar se aage badegi ab story..
Khana khane ke baad Mahira ne mujhe ek khaas request ki.
Mahira: “Jay, agar tumhe jaldi nahi hai, toh aaj thodi der mere saath baithkar baatein karoge? Dil ki kuch baatein karne ka mann hai.”
Main thoda hairaan hua. Main toh khaana khakar apne kamre mein jaane ki soch raha tha, lekin uske chehre par udaasi dekhkar mana nahi kar paaya.
Main: “Ji, theek hai. Bataiye, kya baat karni hai?”
Mahira ne ek lambi saans li.
Mahira: “Tumhare Navid bhaijaan ko toh apne kaam se hi fursat nahi milti. Na woh meri baat sunte hain, na mere saath waqt bitaate hain. Ghar mein sab kuch hai, Jay, bas kisi se dil kholkar baat karne wala koi nahi hai.”
Uski baat sunkar mujhe thoda bura laga. Main samajh sakta tha ki akelepan mein kisi apne se baat karne ka mann karta hai.
Main: “Aap unse baat karne ki koshish nahi karti?”
Mahira: “Kitni baar karun? Jab saamne wala sunna hi nahi chahta, toh insaan bhi kab tak koshish kare?”
Kuch pal ke liye woh chup ho gayi. Phir meri taraf dekhkar boli—
Mahira: “Chalo, bedroom mein baithte hain. Wahan aaram se baat kar paayenge. Yahan dining table par baithe rehna achcha nhi lag rha.”
Mere mann mein halki si hichak hui.
Yaar, bedroom mein? Lekin inhone toh sirf baat karne ke liye kaha hai. Main faltu mein kyun soch raha hoon?
Main uske peeche bedroom mein chala gaya.
Bedroom Mein Pehli Baat
Kamre mein halki roshni thi. Mahira bed ke ek taraf baith gayi aur mujhe bhi baithne ka ishara kiya.
Main usse thodi door baith gaya.
Mahira: “Itni door kyun baith rahe ho? Main koi tumhe kha thodi jaaungi!”
Woh hans padi.
Main: “Nahi, aisi baat nahi hai. Bas aadat nahi hai na aise baithkar baatein karne ki.”
Mahira: “Achha! Toh janab abhi bhi bahut seedhe hain?”
Main muskuraya aur baat badalne ke liye usse ek sawaal poochh liya.
Main: “Achha, ek baat bataiye. Navid bhaijaan kya kaam karte hain? Maine kabhi theek se poochha nahi.”
Mahira ke chehre ka rang thoda badla. Usne kuch pal meri taraf dekha, jaise soch rahi ho ki mujhe kitna batana chahiye.
Phir boli—
Mahira: “Woh male escort hain.”
Main uski taraf dekhne laga.
Male escort? Yeh kya hota hai?
Yeh shabd maine pehle kabhi dhang se nahi suna tha.
Main: “Aunty, yeh male escort kya hota hai?”
Mahira ne turant meri baat pakad li.
Mahira: “Aunty? Main tumhe kahin se aunty lagti hoon?”
Main thoda ghabra gaya.
Main: “Nahi, mera woh matlab nahi tha. Aadat se nikal gaya.”
Mahira: “Toh phir kya lagti hoon?”
Main jawaab dene ke liye ruka. Woh meri taraf dekhkar muskura rahi thi. Pata nahi mujhe kya hua, mere munh se bina soche-samjhe nikal gaya—
Main: “Aap toh kaafi jawaan hain. Aapki personality aur figure toh aaj bhi kaafi attractive hai.”
Yeh bolte hi mujhe apni galti ka ehsaas hua.
Arey behenchod! Jay, yeh kya bol diya tune? Seedha sawaal poochha tha, jawaab dene ki kya zaroorat thi?
Maine turant nazar hata li.
Main: “Sorry, Mahira ji. Galti se nikal gaya.”
Mahira kuch pal mujhe dekhti rahi. Phir uske hothon par muskurahat aa gayi.
Mahira: “Lekin sach toh bola na?”
Main chup ho gaya.
Mahira: “Jay, tum apne aap ko jitna seedha dikhate ho, utne ho nahi. Tumhare mann mein bhi baatein aati hain, bas kehne se darte ho.”
Main: “Nahi, aisi baat nahi hai. Bas kabhi-kabhi bina soche bol deta hoon.”
Mahira: “Achha? Toh phir soch-samajhkar batao—main tumhe kaisi lagti hoon?”
Ab main sach mein ulajh gaya tha.
Woh mujhse mazaak kar rahi thi ya meri baaton ko kisi aur tarah le rahi thi, main samajh nahi paa raha tha.
Main sirf unnees saal ka tha. Meri zindagi mein abhi tak naukri, duty aur apne kharche sambhalne ke alawa kuch khaas tha hi nahi. Aisi baaton ka tajurba mujhe bilkul nahi tha.
Mahira ne meri uljhan dekhi toh hanskar boli—
Mahira: “Achha baba, pareshan mat ho. Main mazaak kar rahi hoon.”
Phir uska chehra gambhir ho gaya.
Mahira: “Lekin Jay, ek baat sach hai. Kabhi-kabhi insaan ko bas kisi aise shakhs ki zaroorat hoti hai jo bina judge kiye uski baat sun le. Navid se mujhe woh saath nahi milta.”
Maine dheere se kaha—
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Main: “Aap mujhse baat kar sakti hain. Main sun lunga. Bas main aapki har pareshani ka hal nikaal paunga, yeh zaroori nahi.”
Mahira ne meri taraf dekha. Is baar uski muskurahat mein mazaak kam aur sukoon zyada tha.
Mahira: “Kabhi-kabhi hal nahi chahiye hota, Jay. Bas koi sunne wala chahiye hota hai.”
Main sir hila kar chup baith gaya.
Lekin mere mann mein ab bhi ek sawaal ghoom raha tha—
Navid bhai ke male escort hone ka kya matlab tha? Aur Mahira ne yeh baat mujhe itni aasani se kyun bata di?
Mujhe andaaza nahi tha ki aaj ki yeh baatcheet mere aur Mahira ke beech ke rishte ko ek naya mod dene wali thi.
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Chapter 4: Mahira Ki Baaton Mein Chhupa Raaz
Jay ki nazar se aage badegi ab story..
Khana khane ke baad Mahira ne mujhe ek khaas request ki.
Mahira: “Jay, agar tumhe jaldi nahi hai, toh aaj thodi der mere saath baithkar baatein karoge? Dil ki kuch baatein karne ka mann hai.”
Main thoda hairaan hua. Main toh khaana khakar apne kamre mein jaane ki soch raha tha, lekin uske chehre par udaasi dekhkar mana nahi kar paaya.
Main: “Ji, theek hai. Bataiye, kya baat karni hai?”
Mahira ne ek lambi saans li.
Mahira: “Tumhare Navid bhaijaan ko toh apne kaam se hi fursat nahi milti. Na woh meri baat sunte hain, na mere saath waqt bitaate hain. Ghar mein sab kuch hai, Jay, bas kisi se dil kholkar baat karne wala koi nahi hai.”
Uski baat sunkar mujhe thoda bura laga. Main samajh sakta tha ki akelepan mein kisi apne se baat karne ka mann karta hai.
Main: “Aap unse baat karne ki koshish nahi karti?”
Mahira: “Kitni baar karun? Jab saamne wala sunna hi nahi chahta, toh insaan bhi kab tak koshish kare?”
Kuch pal ke liye woh chup ho gayi. Phir meri taraf dekhkar boli—
Mahira: “Chalo, bedroom mein baithte hain. Wahan aaram se baat kar paayenge. Yahan dining table par baithe rehna achcha nhi lag rha.”
Mere mann mein halki si hichak hui.
Yaar, bedroom mein? Lekin inhone toh sirf baat karne ke liye kaha hai. Main faltu mein kyun soch raha hoon?
Main uske peeche bedroom mein chala gaya.
Bedroom Mein Pehli Baat
Kamre mein halki roshni thi. Mahira bed ke ek taraf baith gayi aur mujhe bhi baithne ka ishara kiya.
Main usse thodi door baith gaya.
Mahira: “Itni door kyun baith rahe ho? Main koi tumhe kha thodi jaaungi!”
Woh hans padi.
Main: “Nahi, aisi baat nahi hai. Bas aadat nahi hai na aise baithkar baatein karne ki.”
Mahira: “Achha! Toh janab abhi bhi bahut seedhe hain?”
Main muskuraya aur baat badalne ke liye usse ek sawaal poochh liya.
Main: “Achha, ek baat bataiye. Navid bhaijaan kya kaam karte hain? Maine kabhi theek se poochha nahi.”
Mahira ke chehre ka rang thoda badla. Usne kuch pal meri taraf dekha, jaise soch rahi ho ki mujhe kitna batana chahiye.
Phir boli—
Mahira: “Woh male escort hain.”
Main uski taraf dekhne laga.
Male escort? Yeh kya hota hai?
Yeh shabd maine pehle kabhi dhang se nahi suna tha.
Main: “Aunty, yeh male escort kya hota hai?”
Mahira ne turant meri baat pakad li.
Mahira: “Aunty? Main tumhe kahin se aunty lagti hoon?”
Main thoda ghabra gaya.
Main: “Nahi, mera woh matlab nahi tha. Aadat se nikal gaya.”
Mahira: “Toh phir kya lagti hoon?”
Main jawaab dene ke liye ruka. Woh meri taraf dekhkar muskura rahi thi. Pata nahi mujhe kya hua, mere munh se bina soche-samjhe nikal gaya—
Main: “Aap toh kaafi jawaan hain. Aapki personality aur figure toh aaj bhi kaafi attractive hai.”
Yeh bolte hi mujhe apni galti ka ehsaas hua.
Arey behenchod! Jay, yeh kya bol diya tune? Seedha sawaal poochha tha, jawaab dene ki kya zaroorat thi?
Maine turant nazar hata li.
Main: “Sorry, Mahira ji. Galti se nikal gaya.”
Mahira kuch pal mujhe dekhti rahi. Phir uske hothon par muskurahat aa gayi.
Mahira: “Lekin sach toh bola na?”
Main chup ho gaya.
Mahira: “Jay, tum apne aap ko jitna seedha dikhate ho, utne ho nahi. Tumhare mann mein bhi baatein aati hain, bas kehne se darte ho.”
Main: “Nahi, aisi baat nahi hai. Bas kabhi-kabhi bina soche bol deta hoon.”
Mahira: “Achha? Toh phir soch-samajhkar batao—main tumhe kaisi lagti hoon?”
Ab main sach mein ulajh gaya tha.
Woh mujhse mazaak kar rahi thi ya meri baaton ko kisi aur tarah le rahi thi, main samajh nahi paa raha tha.
Main sirf unnees saal ka tha. Meri zindagi mein abhi tak naukri, duty aur apne kharche sambhalne ke alawa kuch khaas tha hi nahi. Aisi baaton ka tajurba mujhe bilkul nahi tha.
Mahira ne meri uljhan dekhi toh hanskar boli—
Mahira: “Achha baba, pareshan mat ho. Main mazaak kar rahi hoon.”
Phir uska chehra gambhir ho gaya.
Mahira: “Lekin Jay, ek baat sach hai. Kabhi-kabhi insaan ko bas kisi aise shakhs ki zaroorat hoti hai jo bina judge kiye uski baat sun le. Navid se mujhe woh saath nahi milta.”
Maine dheere se kaha—
Main: “Aap mujhse baat kar sakti hain. Main sun lunga. Bas main aapki har pareshani ka hal nikaal paunga, yeh zaroori nahi.”
Mahira ne meri taraf dekha. Is baar uski muskurahat mein mazaak kam aur sukoon zyada tha.
Mahira: “Kabhi-kabhi hal nahi chahiye hota, Jay. Bas koi sunne wala chahiye hota hai.”
Main sir hila kar chup baith gaya.
Lekin mere mann mein ab bhi ek sawaal ghoom raha tha—
Navid bhai ke male escort hone ka kya matlab tha? Aur Mahira ne yeh baat mujhe itni aasani se kyun bata di?
Mujhe andaaza nahi tha ki aaj ki yeh baatcheet mere aur Mahira ke beech ke rishte ko ek naya mod dene wali thi.
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