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Adhyay 57: bhor ka pawan nakab aur raat ki tooti deewaaren

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subah ke theek sawa chhah baje the.

master bedroom ke bhaari, gehre neele parde abhi bhi khidakiyon par khinche hue the, lekin unke kinaron se subah ki taza, sunahari dhoop ki ek patli si lakeer chhanakar kamre ke gehre, mahogani rang ke farsh par gir rahi thi. kamre mein lage dedh tan ke split AC ki dheemi, ekaras ghuraghurahat goonj rahi thi, aur kamre ka tapaman baees degree par thahara hua tha, thanda, sookha aur bejan.

Rajesh ne apni bhaari, sooji hui palaken dheere-dheere jhapakaeen. uski aankhen buri tarah paani rahi thin, jaise kisi ne raat bhar unamen sookhi ret jhonk di ho. uski khopadi ke bheetar ek ajeeb, kund sa bhareepan tha, wahi parichit khinchaw jo manasik tanaav, apaman aur neend ki kami se har subah uski kanapatiyon ko jakad leta tha.

usne karawat badali aur anajane mein hi apna bayan haath bistar ke doosre hisse par phaila diya.

khali.

gadde ki wo makhamali chaadar bilkul thandi, sapat aur khali padi thi. Kaavya wahan Nahi thi. takie par uske sir ka nishan tak mit chuka tha, maano wo raat ke andhere mein hi bistar se uthakar kaheen door chali gayi ho. us khali takie ke gilaph se kewal ek hi cheez ki halki, bejan si mahak aa rahi thi, maisoor saindalawud sabun ki teekhi, sookhi khushboo.

wo khushboo jo raat ke dedh baje, master bathroom ke band darwaaze ke peechhe, khaulate paani ke shower aur loophe ki beraham ragad se paida hui thi.

Rajesh ne bistar par uthakar baithane ki koshish ki, lekin uski kamar mein ek halki si tees uthi. usne apni donon hatheliyon se apna chehra dhak liya aur gehri, thandi saans kheenchi. uska poora shareer ek ajeeb si bebasi aur shareerik nakami ke ahasas se jakada hua tha.

uski nazar anajane mein hi bedasaid table ke kone par chali gayi.

wahan, kanch ke khali gilaas ke paas, ek chhota sa, chandi ki panni ka phata hua chaukor raipar pada tha. us par neele aksharon mein likha brand nem muda-tuda sa dikh raha tha, wahi akela condom jo pichhale chhah maheenon se uski said-table ki daraz mein lawaris pada tha, jise kal raat Kaavya ne apni donon ungliyon se nikalakar uske haath mein thama diya tha.

*‘Rajesh, pleez... ise laga lo...’*

Kaavya ki wo hichakichati hui, berukhi se bhari aawaz ek bar phir Rajesh ke kanon mein kisi garm seese ki tarah pighalakar bah gayi.

aur phir... wo saat minute.

Rajesh ne apne kanpate haathon se apni aankhen meencheen. wo un saat minaton ko apni yadadasht se hamesha ke liye khurach dena chahata tha, lekin wo ek-ek second uske dimaag ki nas-nas mein chhap chuka tha. us tait leteks ka uski 4.7-inch ki kamajor, sunn hoti nas par kasaw... Kaavya ke sookhe, bejan jism ki wo thandi, gharshan bhari ragad... aur uski wo jhoothi, banawati sisakariyan jo usne kewal uska dil rakhane ke liye, ek bhaari ehasan ki tarah uske kanon mein phoonki thin.

aur sabase bada tamacha to wo tha, jab uske nidhal hote hi Kaavya ne ek pal bhi ganwae bina apni jaanghen usase alag kar li thin.

*‘Rajesh... pleez hatie... ise turant dastabin mein phenk aaie aur haath dho leejie.’*

jaise wo uska pati Nahi, balki koi gandi, awanchhit beemari ho jise chhoone ke bad apne jism ko turant khaulate paani aur sabun se dhona pharz ban jata hai.

Rajesh ne kamre ke kone mein rakhi chhoti pedal-dastabin ki taraf dekha. uska dhakkan band tha, lekin Rajesh janata tha ki us thaili ke bheetar wo istemal kiya hua rabar ka tukda, ek gande dag ki tarah pada hua tha.

"kya main sachamuch itana khatm ho chuka hoon?" Rajesh ne budabudate hue apne donon ghutanon ko apni chhaati se sata liya. uski aawaz mein ek ajeeb, roni si kanp thi.

tabhi uska dhyan achaanak us nau inch ki sajhi deewaar par gaya.

deewaar ke us par... Tauji ka kamra tha.

raat ke sannaate mein jab wo apni patni par apni nakali mardaangi ka tamaasha kar raha tha, kya us wishalakay boodhe ne sab kuchh suna tha? kya wo chhappan sal ka dehati pahalwaan, jo sirf apni bhaari saanson se poore ghar ki hawa ko tharathara deta tha, us deewaar ke peechhe jag raha tha?

deewaar ke us par se ab koi aawaz Nahi aa rahi thi. sannaata tha. ek bhaari, damaghontoo sannaata.

Rajesh ne ek lambi saans chhodi. usne apne heethar-gre rang ki purani ti-shirt ko neeche kheencha, charakol-gre traik pants ko theek kiya aur nange pair hi kaleen se utarakar chappalon mein pair dale. uska dil kisi gehre, ajnyat dar se dhadak raha tha. wo janata tha ki ab use darwaaza kholakar us hol mein kadam rakhana hoga.

use laga tha ki darwaaza kholate hi uska samana ek bhayanak, ghutan bhare mahaul se hoga, ek aisa ghar jahan do log ek-doosre ki aankhon mein dekhane se katara rahe honge, jahan sharmindagi, apraadhbodh aur nakami ki sadi hui basi hawa phaili hogi.

lekin jaise hi Rajesh ne master bedroom ka darwaaza khola... hawa ka ek taza, garm aur khushaboodar jhonka seedhe uske chehre se takaraya.

aur Rajesh waheen chaukhat par thithak kar rah gaya.

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flat number 903 ki hawa mein koi ghutan Nahi thi. koi sharm Nahi thi. koi basi, dabi hui durgandh Nahi thi.

balki poora hol, dining eriya aur kitchen subah ki ek aisi chamachamati, nirmal aur pawitr ghareloo khushboo se sarabor tha jisane Rajesh ke hosh uda diye!

rasoee se taza, malaaidaar bhains ke doodh ke ubalane ki meethi si khushboo aa rahi thi. bhaari peetal ki chhoti okhali mein kuti ja rahi hari ilaaychi aur taza chhili hui adrak ki kadak, teekhi mahak us doodh ki mithas mein ghulakar poore ghar mein ek jaduee nasha ghol rahi thi. aur uske sath hi, lohe ke bhaari tawe par desi ghi mein sink rahe methi ke khasta paranthon ki sondhi khushboo poore liwing room mein tair rahi thi.

nauween manjil ki wishalakay kanch ki balcony se subah ki bilkul saaf, sunahari dhoop seedhe andar aa rahi thi. dhoop ke wo chaude, chamakeele patte Italian marble ke doodhiya farsh par bichhe hue the, jin par hawa mein tairate dhool ke bareek kan sone ke taron jaise chamak rahe the.

dining console par rakhe chhote marshal speekar se shastreey bansuri aur sitar ki ek bahut hi dheemi, sukoon dene wali subah ki dhun baj rahi thi, *rag bhairaw* ki ek shant, maddham tan jo man ko kisi pracheen mandir ke garbhagrih ki pawitrata ka ahasas karati thi.

yeh kisi toote hue, bebas pati ka udas ghar Nahi lag raha tha.

yeh kisi bade, sanbhrant, bhare-poore aur sukhi bharateey pariwar ki wo aadarsh subah lag rahi thi jise dekhakar koi bhi bahari insan haath jodakar kah uthata, *‘eeshwar aisi grihasthi sabako de!’*

aur us pawitr, sunahari dhoop ke kendr mein... Kaavya khadi thi.

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Rajesh ki aankhen chaukhat par tik gayin. wo palak jhapakana bhool gaya.

Kaavya opan-plan kitchen ke grenait counter ke paas khadi thi, aur wo itani taza, itani khoobasoorat aur itani sahaj dikh rahi thi ki Rajesh ko apni hi yadadasht par shak hone laga.

usne abhi-abhi nahana kiya tha. uske ghane, reshami kaale baal abhi bhi sire se halke geele the, jinhen usne gardan ke peechhe ek kachhue ki khal wale khoobasoorat klip mein kareene se bandh rakha tha. uske mathe ke theek beechon-beech ek bahut hi chhoti, maharoon rang ki bindi saji hui thi jo uske gore, damakate chehre par gazab ki shaleenata bikher rahi thi.

uska pahanawa uske dizainar buteek ke suruchipoorn swad ko bayan kar raha tha, halke neenboo-peele (leman-yelo) rang ka cotton-chikankari ka lamba kurta, jis par gale aur aasteenon par safed dhage ki behad maheen, naphees kadhaee thi. neeche usi rang ki seedhi, slim-phit cotton pants thin, aur kandhe par halke safed mulmul ka dupatta bilkul saleeke se pin kiya hua tha.

uski patli kalaaiyon mein sone ki do patli-patli choodiyan thin, jo jab bhi wo belan chalati, ek bahut hi dheemi, myoozik jaisi khanak paida karati thin: *chhan... chhan...*

uska chehra aisa damak raha tha jaise wo kisi swarg se utarakar aaee ho. uski palakon par, uske gulaabi honthon par, uski chal ki nazakat mein kaheen bhi us raat ka koi saya Nahi tha. n koi thakan, n koi pachhatawa, n kisi dard ki shikan.

wo ek tawe par paratha palatate hue bahut dheemi aawaz mein apne mobile par bat kar rahi thi. phone counter par speekar par rakha tha, aur doosri taraf se uski maa, sumitra sharma ki jani-pahachani, mamata bhari aawaz aa rahi thi.

"Haan maa... Anu uth gayi na aaram se?" Kaavya ki aawaz mein itani mithas aur subah ki tazagi thi ki sunane wale ka dil bhar aae, "are, use badam wala doodh zaroor pila dena maa... aaj uska skool mein chhota sa maiths ka oral test hai. ghabaraegi to Nahi na meri bachchi?"

"are Nahi Kaavya, tu bhi na phikr karati hai bawali," doosri taraf se sumitra Jee ki hansi sunaee di, "teri beti ekadam pharst klas taiyar baithi hai! riban mainne khud bandhe hain uske balon mein. aur tere papa to paune saat baje se hi kar ki chabi haath mein liye baithe hain, kah rahe hain aaj khud hi skool bas tak chhoड़ne jaoge natin ko."

"thaink yoo maa..." Kaavya ke chehre par ek aisi sachchi, mamata bhari muskan khili jisane uske galon ke donon dinpals ko gehra kar diya, "bas uska dhyan rakhana. shaam ko main buteek se nikalate time seedhe udhar hi aaoongi. do nae lahangon ke sainpal bhi dikha doongi aapko, aur beti se bhi mil loongi."

"Haan-Haan, tu aaram se aa. damad Jee kaise hain? uth gaye kya Rajesh?"

Kaavya ne theek usi pal apni gardan ghumaee, aur uski nazar galiyaare mein khade, ast-bizi Rajesh par padi.

uski aankhon mein ek pal ke liye bhi koi sakapakahat Nahi aaee. n koi aankh churane ki koshish, n chehre par koi khinchaw. balki uske honthon par ek bahut hi swabhawik, khili hui aur apanayat bhari muskan tair gayi.

"Haan maa, bilkul abhi-abhi jage hain," Kaavya ne sahajata se kaha, "main unako chai deti hoon. aap papa ko naashta karao, main dopahar mein kol karati hoon."

"theek hai beta, jeete raho."

kol kat gayi.

Kaavya ne phone ko said mein rakha, chimate se parathe ko dabakar ek bar aur seka aur phir usne seedhi nazaren Rajesh par tika deen.

"are, aap jag gaye Rajesh?" uski aawaz mein ek patni ka wo sahaj, nishchint adhikar tha jo subah ki chai ke sath aata hai, "gud morning! aap waheen kyun khade hain? balcony mein chalie, aaj hawa bahut achchhi chal rahi hai. main bas do minute mein aapki adrak wali kadak chai lekar aati hoon."

Rajesh ka gala sookh gaya. usne thook nigala, lekin uske munh mein shabd Nahi phoote.

wo bas ek tak apni patni ko dekhata raha.

*‘kya yeh wahi aurat hai?’* Rajesh ke antarman ne cheekhakar poochha. *‘kya yeh wahi aurat hai jo kal raat meri chhaati par donon haath rakhakar mujhe aise rok rahi thi jaise main koi achhoot hooon? jo mere alag hote hi sabun aur khaulate paani se apni jaanghon ko aise ragad rahi thi maano meri chhuan se uski chamadi maili ho gayi ho?’*

yahan, subah ki is khili hui dhoop mein, wo ek aadarsh, susheel, roopawati kulawadhoo lag rahi thi. uske har andaz mein aisi pawitrata chhalak rahi thi jise dekhakar koi bhi insan apne hi shak par lanat bhejane lage.

"Rajesh? kya hua? aise kya dekh rahe hain?" Kaavya ne halki si hansi ke sath poochha, uski aankhon mein ek shararat bhara, nirdosh kautoohal tha, "tabeeyat to theek hai na aapki? raat ko soe to theek se the?"

'raat ko soe to theek se the?'

yeh sawal itana masoomiyat se poochha gaya tha ki Rajesh ke pairon tale ki zameen khisak gayi.

"h-Haan..." Rajesh ne apni ladakhadati aawaz ko kisi tarah sanbhala, "Haan Kaavya... main theek hoon. bas... sir thoda bhaari tha."

"are, to balcony mein khuli hawa mein baithie n jake," Kaavya ne bade lad se kaha, aur ek steel ki tre mein chai ki ketali aur cheeni ki pyali rakhane lagi, "Tauji bhi paune chhah baje se waheen baithe hain. jaie, main abhi parathe aur chai lekar aati hoon."

Rajesh ne dheere se sir hilaya. usne mudakar liwing room se hote hue balcony ki taraf kadam badhae.

aur jaise hi wo balcony ke chaude kanch ke darwaaze ke paas pahuncha, uske kadam ek bar phir poori tarah jam gaye.

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balcony mein ek alag hi duniya aabad thi.

wahan, kone mein rakhi bent ki bhaari, nakkasheedar aaramakursi par... Sukhdev Tauji wirajaman the.

subah ki tirachhi, teekhi dhoop seedhe unke chaude, faulaadi seene aur tanbaee kandhon par pad rahi thi. wo chhappan sal ka dehati mard... wo wishalakay pahad... bilkul shant, adig aur awichal baitha tha.

usne bhi abhi-abhi nahana kiya tha. uske ghane, khichadi baal peechhe ki taraf bahut saleeke se sanware hue the, jinamen se sarason ke tel ki halki, bheeni si gandh aa rahi thi. usne badan par bilkul bedag, doodhiya safed khadi ka dheela kurta aur neeche safed dhoti pahan rakhi thi.

uske donon haathon par chadhe bhaari safed plaster, uski moti, bail jaisi gardan mein pade saaf, sleti rang ke cotton patton (slings) mein tike hue the.

lekin un toote hue haathon aur plaster ke bawajood, us insan ke baithane ke andaz mein kaheen koi lachari Nahi thi! koi kamajori Nahi thi!

wo kursi par aise baitha tha jaise koi boodha babbar sher apni khoh ke muhane par baithakar apni poori riyasat ka muaayana kar raha ho. uski reedh ki haddi bilkul seedhi thi, uska 48-inch ka chauda seena hawa mein garw se phoola hua tha, aur uske bhaari, tanbe jaise nange pair balcony ke pattharon par aise jame the jaise sadiyon purane baragad ki jaden zameen mein dhansi hon.

wo nauween manjil se neeche, door aaeeti park ki taraf jane wale chaude haeewe par rengati hui karon aur bason ko bilkul khamosh, gehri nazaron se dekh raha tha.

jaise hi Rajesh ke halke kadamon ki aahat hui, Tauji ki wo gehri, bhoori aur baz jaisi teekhi aankhen dheere se ghoomeen.

seedhi Rajesh ke chehre par aakar tik gayin.

Rajesh ka dil ek second ke liye apni dhadkan bhool gaya. uski saans seene mein hi atak gayi.

use laga tha ki Tauji ki aankhon mein ek chor ki hichakichahat hogi... ya shayad ek boodhe rishtedar ki wo sharm hogi jisane kal raat apne bhateeje ki mardana nakami ki sisakariyan deewaar ke par suni hon.

lekin Nahi!

Tauji ki un badi-badi, pathareeli aankhon mein ratti bhar bhi sankoch Nahi tha! koi jhijhak Nahi thi! koi parda Nahi tha!

wahan sirf ek gehri, shant aur apar mardana satta thi, ek aisa thaharaw jo kewal us insan ki aankhon mein ho sakata hai jo apni takat, apne adhikar aur apne wajood se poori tarah wakiph ho.

"jag gaya Rajesh?"

Tauji ka wo bhaari, chhaati se goonjata hua dehati kharaj poore balcony ke sannaate ko cheerata hua nikala. wo aawaz itani bhaari aur mardana thi ki Rajesh ki reedh ki haddi mein ek halki si kanpakanpi daud gayi.

"aa... baith," Tauji ne apni thodi se saamne rakhi doosri kursi ki taraf ishara kiya, "aaj poorab ki hawa badi khuli aur thandi chal rahi hai. sahar ka yeh dhuaan-dhakkad bhi is tem thoda thama rahawe hai."

"Jee... Jee Tauji," Rajesh ne lagbhag ghisatate hue kadam badhae aur saamne wali kursi ke kinaare par baith gaya.

wo kursi par poora tik bhi Nahi pa raha tha. uska shareer apne aap jhuk raha tha, kandhe dheele pad rahe the, jaise wo kisi raja ke saamne pesh hua koi adana sa mulazim ho.

"t-tabeeyat kaisi hai aapki aaj?" Rajesh ne bat shuroo karane ki bebas koshish ki, apni nazaren Tauji ke plaster wale haathon par tikae hue, "dard... dard kuchh kam hua haathon mein?"

Tauji ke honthon ke konon par safed moonchhon ke peechhe ek bahut halki, rahasyamayi si muskan ubhari.

"dard ka kya hai beta," Tauji ne bahut sahajata se apni bhaari gardan ghumaee, "haddi judi hain to thoda bahut to khinchaw marega hi. par ab wo pehli jaisi tees na hai. jab ghar mein aisi sewa-tahal karane wali susheel bahu ho, to kal bhi badan ka kuchh na bigad pawe."

'aisi sewa-tahal karane wali susheel bahu...'

yeh shabd Rajesh ke seene mein kisi khanjar ki tarah utare.

uski aankhon ke saamne turant wo khauphanak 1080p weediyo klips kaundh gayin, kamod par nanga baitha yeh boodha... aur uske pairon ke beech ghutanon ke bal baithi Kaavya, jo apne donon najuk, gore haathon se is mard ke bhaari, 8.5-inch ke aujar ko sabun ke jhag se sahala rahi thi!

aur kal raat... wahi Kaavya uske 4.7-inch ke ang ko chhoone ke liye bhi leteks ka parda mang rahi thi!

Rajesh ki ungliyan uski apni jaanghon par kas gayin. uska chehra peela pad gaya.

tabhi... balcony ki kanch ki slaiding dor ek bahut hi halki, reshami sarasarahat ke sath khuli.

"lo Tauji... aapki kadak chai!"

Kaavya andar dakhil hui.

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Kaavya ke haathon mein stenales steel ki ek badi, nakkasheedar tre thi.

us tre par teen bade cheeni mitti ke mug, ek chhoti peetal ki katori jisamen raat bhar bheege aur chheele hue badam rakhe the, aur ek badi plet mein garm-garm, kurakure methi ke parathe rakhe the jinake oopar taza, safed makkhan ka ek bada sa pighalata hua gola dheere-dheere phisal raha tha.

Kaavya ki chal mein aisi lachak aur garima thi jaise wo kisi mandir mein subah ka pehla bhog lekar aa rahi ho.

uske leman-yelo kurte ka safed mulmul ka dupatta hawa ke ek halke jhonke se laharaya, aur uske sath hi maisoor saindalawud sabun, taza bek hue paranthon aur kuti hui ilaaychi ki mili-juli, madahosh kar dene wali khushboo seedhe Tauji aur Rajesh ke nathunon mein bhar gayi.

"are wah bahu!" Tauji ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak daud gayi, unki bhaari aawaz mein ek gehra, mardana ras bhar gaya, "aaj to toone paranthon ki aisi mahak udaee hai ki ganw ke choolhe ki yad aa gayi!"

Kaavya ne ek bahut hi madhur, lajeeli hansi ke sath tre ko beech ki sheeshe wali ti-table par rakh diya.

"ganw jaisa choolha to yahan Nahi ban sakata Tauji," Kaavya ne apne donon haath jodakar ek bahut hi pyari, susheel kaish banaee, "lekin makkhan mainne khud kal raat hi malaee se nikala tha. ekadam taza hai. aapko zaroor pasand aaega."

usne sabase pehle ek mug uthaya aur Rajesh ki taraf badhaya.

"Rajesh, yeh aapki bina cheeni wali chai," Kaavya ne uski aankhon mein dekhate hue bade hi pyaar se kaha. uski nazaron mein itani swabhawikata thi ki Rajesh ka dil chaha ki wo cheekh pade.

Kaavya ne uske kandhe ko bahut halke se, ek second ke dasawen hisse ke liye chhua, ek aisa sparsh jo bilkul aupacharik, sef aur thanda tha.

"thaink... thaink yoo Kaavya," Rajesh ne mug tham liya. uske haath itane kanp rahe the ki chai ki satah par halki si tharatharahat dikhane lagi.

aur phir... wo hua jisane Rajesh ke halak ka bacha-khucha paani bhi sukha diya.

Kaavya Tauji ki taraf mudi.

Tauji ke donon haath plaster mein jakade the. unki ungliyan sirf halki si hil sakati thin, lekin wo bhaari cheeni mitti ke garm mug ko pakadakar apne munh tak Nahi utha sakate the. yeh bat ghar ka har insan janata tha.

lekin jis tarah se Kaavya ne us lachari ko sanbhala... wo kisi bhi common sewa se kaheen aage ki cheez thi!

Kaavya ne koi jhijhak Nahi dikhaee. usne tre mein se ek chhoti, purani peetal ki tashtari (saucer) uthaee. usne Tauji ke mug mein se thodi si khaulati hui, malaaidaar chai us tashtari mein udeli.

aur phir, wo apne leman-yelo kurte ko sanbhalate hue, Tauji ki aaramakursi ke bilkul qareeb... apne ghutanon ke bal zameen par baith gayi!

Rajesh ki aankhen phati ki phati rah gayin.

Kaavya ka jism Tauji ke bhaari, phaile hue ghutanon se mushkil se teen inch ki doori par tha! uske kurte ka ghera Tauji ki safed dhoti ko lagbhag chhoo raha tha. Kaavya ne apne donon gore, sudaul haathon se us peetal ki tashtari ko pakada, apne gulaabi honthon ko gol karake bahut nazakat se us chai par phoonk mari: *foofoofoo...*

uski phoonk se udati hui garm chai ki bhap seedhe Tauji ki safed, ghani dadhi aur unke chaude hothon se takaraee.

Tauji ne ek pal ke liye bhi apni nazaren us par se Nahi hataeen. wo bilkul nishchal, ek chattan ki tarah baithe rahe, lekin unki chhaati ki saansen thodi gehri ho gayin.

"Tauji... peekar dekhie," Kaavya ne bahut hi komal, lagbhag phusaphusati hui aawaz mein kaha. uski aankhon mein Tauji ke liye jo samarpan, jo ek ajeeb sa gehra khinchaw tha, wo kisi bhi bahu ki aam maryada se kaheen zyada gehra tha, "zyada garm to Nahi hai? meetha chakhie..."

Kaavya ne badi nazakat se wo tashtari Tauji ke honthon se sata di.

Tauji ne thoda sa aage jhukakar ek lamba, gehra ghoont bhara: *surrarr...*

unki moonchhon ke balon par chai ki halki si malaee lag gayi.

"hoonhhh..." Tauji ke gale se ek bhaari, tript gadagadahat nikali, jaise kisi pyase sher ko tapate jangal mein thanda jharana mil gaya ho, "ekadam sahi hai bahu. na zyada meethi, na zyada tez. haath mein tere wo taseer hai jo murade mein bhi jan phoonk de."

Kaavya ke chehre par ek gehra, surkh gulaabi rang chadh gaya. usne apni palaken jhuka leen, lekin uske honthon ki wo dabi hui, madahosh muskan chhup Nahi saki.

"aap bhi na Tauji... kuchh bhi bolate hain," usne bahut dheeme se kaha, aur apne aanchal ke kone se... bade hi hak ke sath, Tauji ki moonchhon par lagi chai ki wo halki si boond ponchh di!

wo sparsh itana swabhawik tha, itana sahaj tha, jaise wo pichhale kaee janmon se is wishalakay dehati mard ki sewa karati aaee ho! jaise yeh uska roz ka, sabase pawitr adhikar ho!

Rajesh ne apne haath mein pakade chai ke mug ko itani jor se bheench liya ki uski ungliyon ke por safed pad gaye.

uske theek saamne, subah ki sunahari dhoop mein, uski apni patni us boodhe ke kadamon mein baithi thi. aur wo donon itane common, itane sahaj dikh rahe the maano Rajesh wahan maujood hi na ho! maano wo us balcony mein sirf ek bejan pharneechar ki tarah rakha hua ho!

"Kaavya..." Rajesh ke munh se ek sookhi, phati hui aawaz nikali.

Kaavya ne turant palatakar dekha. uska chehra phir se bilkul common, shant aur ghareloo ho gaya.

"Haan Rajesh? chai thandi ho gayi kya aapki? doosra kap laoon?"

"n-Nahi..." Rajesh ne apni nazaron ko neeche girate hue kaha, "chai theek hai. main... main poochh raha tha ki aaj buteek kab jana hai tumako?"

"aaj to thoda jaldi nikalana padega," Kaavya ne bahut sahajata se uthate hue kaha, usne apne kurte ki silawaten theek keen, "dilli se lahangon ka naya kansainament aa raha hai. do braids ki phainal phiting bhi hai aaj. soch rahi hoon saadhe das baje tak nikal jaoon."

usne plet mein se ek garm paratha toda, us par makkhan lagaya aur ek chhoti plet mein rakhakar Tauji ke saamne ti-table par rakh diya.

"Tauji, yeh leejie. mainne chhote-chhote tukde kar diye hain, aap chammach se aasani se kha lenge. aur Haan, dopahar ko wo kamala baee aa jaegi baarah baje. mainne use bol diya hai ki aapke liye patli khichadi aur lauki ka taza rayata bana de."

"are tu phikr mat kar bahu," Tauji ne bade itmeenan se kaha, "hum to jangal-bayaban mein pale-badhe hain. yeh to tera badappan hai jo itana jatan kare hai. tu apne kam par ja, koi phikr na rakh."

"phikr kaise na rakhoon Tauji," Kaavya ne badi meethi jhidaki ke sath kaha, "doctor ne saaf bola hai ki jab tak yeh plaster Nahi katate, aapko koi bhaari kam ya jhataka Nahi lagana chahie. agar aapko kuchh bhi chahie ho, to mujhe turant phone kar deejiega. phone mainne aapke bistar ke paas charjing par laga diya hai."

Rajesh khamoshi se apni chai ki chuskiyan leta raha. har ghoont uske gale mein tezab ki tarah utar raha tha.

batacheet ka har lafz 100% susheel tha.

pariwarik maryada ka ek bhi rool Nahi toota tha. Tauji ek sammanit bujurg the, Kaavya ek kartawyanishth kulawadhoo thi, aur wo khud ghar ka kamaoo, ijjatadar beta tha.

lekin us maryada ke neeche... us chikane, doodhiya sangamaramar ke farsh ke neeche... hawas, bebasi aur jismani bhookh ka ek aisa khauphanak jwaalaamukhi dhadhak raha tha jisaki tapish sirf aur sirf Rajesh mahasoos kar pa raha tha!

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subah ke aath baj chuke the.

hol mein naashte ka daur khatm ho chuka tha. Tauji balcony mein hi akhabar padhane mein mashagool the, Kaavya ne unke saamne tipaee par hindi ka dainik akhabar phailakar rakh diya tha taaki unako panne palatane mein takaleeph na ho.

Rajesh master bedroom mein apni alamari ke saamne khada tha. usne apni purani ti-shirt utar di thi aur office ki phormal skaee-bloo shirt ke batan band kar raha tha.

aaeene mein uska aks use chidha raha tha, dubala-patla badan, dheele padate kandhe, aur aankhon ke neeche gehre kaale ghere.

tabhi bedroom ka darwaaza khula, aur Kaavya andar aaee.

uske haath mein Rajesh ki pres ki hui gehre neele rang ki phormal trousers aur ek silk ki tie thi. wo kamre mein aise dakhil hui jaise koi bahut hi samarpit, pyaar karane wali patni apne pati ko kam par bhejane ki taiyari kar rahi ho.

"Rajesh, aapki tie," usne tie ko bed par rakhate hue kaha, aur phir wo aage badhakar khud Rajesh ki shirt ka collar theek karane lagi.

Kaavya ki ungliyan jab Rajesh ke gale aur kolarabon se chhueen, to Rajesh ki saansen bhaari ho gayin. wo khushboo... maisoor saindalawud ki wo teekhi khushboo phir se uske nathunon mein bhar gayi.

Rajesh ab aur bardasht Nahi kar saka.

usne achaanak apne donon haath aage badhae aur Kaavya ki donon najuk, reshami kalaaiyon ko pakad liya!

Kaavya chaunk gayi. uske haath ruk gaye.

usne apni badi-badi, hirani jaisi kajarari aankhen uthaeen aur seedhe Rajesh ki aankhon mein dekha. un aankhon mein koi gussa Nahi tha, koi nafrat Nahi thi... sirf ek bahut hi shant, gehra sawal tha.

"Rajesh? kya hua? chot lag rahi hai mujhe..." uski aawaz bahut dheemi, bahut komal thi.

"Kaavya..." Rajesh ki aawaz kanp rahi thi, uske honth tharathara rahe the, "mujhe sach batao... kal raat... kal raat jo kuchh bhi hua..."

Kaavya ki palaken ek pal ke liye bhi Nahi jhapakeen.

"kal raat kya hua Rajesh?" usne bilkul swabhawik lahaje mein poochha, jaise use sachamuch kuchh yad hi na ho.

"tum... tum kal raat us tarah se kyun pesh aa rahi thin?" Rajesh ke seene se maheenon ka daba hua mawad baahar nikalane laga, "tumane mujhe condom lagane ko kaha... tum bilkul sookhi thin Kaavya! tumako dard ho raha tha, tum sirf mera dil rakhane ke liye natak kar rahi thin! aur... aur mere hatate hi tum bathroom mein bhag gayin! tumane khud ko sabun se aise dhoya jaise... jaise mainne tumako ganda kar diya ho!"

kamre mein sannaata chha gaya.

sirf AC ki wo thandi hawa un donon ke beech bahati rahi.

Kaavya ne apni kalaaiyon ko chhudane ki koi koshish Nahi ki. wo bas khamoshi se, apni un gehri, athah aankhon se Rajesh ke chehre ko padhati rahi. uske chehre par gusse ya apraadhbodh ka ek bhi katara Nahi ubhara.

balki... uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa, gehra taras tair gaya.

wahi daya... wahi karuna jo ek aurat kisi apahij, laachaar bachche ko dekhakar mahasoos karati hai!

aur wo taras... Rajesh ki paurushata par duniya ke kisi bhi thappad se zyada bhaari tha!

"Rajesh..." Kaavya ne bahut hi dheeme se, ek bahut hi gehri aur thaki hui saans chhodi. usne apne ek haath ko Rajesh ki dheeli padati pakad se aazad karaya, aur us haath ko bade hi dular se Rajesh ke gaal par rakh diya.

uski hatheli bilkul thandi aur mulayam thi.

"aap itane inasikyor kyun ho jate hain?" Kaavya ki aawaz mein ek ajeeb si sammohak mithas thi, "mainne aapse kal raat bhi kaha tha... aap office ke kam, phlaits aur is odit ki wajah se bahut zyada stres mein hain. aur jab dimaag mein itana tanaav ho, to shareer sath Nahi deta. isamen aapki koi galati Nahi hai."

"aur wo condom?!" Rajesh ki aawaz mein hatasha cheekh uthi, "tumane kabhi pehle mujhe condom ke liye Nahi toka! kal raat hi kyun?!"

Kaavya ki aankhon mein ek second ke sauwen hisse ke liye ek bahut bareek sa parada gira. lekin agale hi pal wo parada phir se us susheel, grihasth patni ke nakab mein badal gaya.

"kyunki main Nahi chahati thi ki kisi bhi laparawahi se koi anachahi komplikeshan ho," Kaavya ne bahut hi nape-tule, shant shabdon mein kaha, uski ungli Rajesh ki thodi ko sahala rahi thi, "aapki sehat abhi poori tarah theek Nahi hai. doctor ne bhi kaha tha ki inphekshan ka khatara rahata hai. kya apni aur aapki hiphazat sochana koi gunah hai?"

Rajesh aawak rah gaya. uske paas is daleel ka koi jawab Nahi tha. Kaavya ne har cheez ko itani saphaee se, 'uski bhalaee' ke khol mein lapet diya tha ki wo chahakar bhi us par koi ilzam Nahi laga sakata tha.

"aur rahi bat nahane ki..." Kaavya ne ek halki si, pheeki muskan ke sath apni nazaren jhukaeen, "to Rajesh, aapko to pata hai ki mujhe chipachipahat se kitani elarji hai. paseene aur us sab ke bad agar main phresh na hooon, to mujhe neend Nahi aati. aap bewajah har chhoti bat ka batangad bana rahe hain."

usne Rajesh ke donon galon ko thapathapaya, bilkul waise hi jaise koi maa apne roothe hue bachche ko bahalati hai.

"ab yeh sab bekar ki baten dimaag se nikalie," Kaavya ne uski tie uthaee aur uske gale mein dalakar saleeke se knot bandhane lagi, "shaam ko jab aap office se aaoge, to main aapki pasand ki paneer bhurji aur garm phulke banaoongi. Anu bhi shayad shaam ko phone kare. aap bas apne kam par dhyan do... theek hai?"

usne tie ki knot ko bilkul paraphekt tareeke se kheenchakar shirt ke collar ke beech set kiya.

aur phir, usne aage badhakar Rajesh ke gaal par ek bahut hi halka, sookha sa chunban jad diya.

*‘ek beewi ka pharz poora hua.’*

us chunban mein koi aag Nahi thi. koi chahat Nahi thi. koi ras Nahi tha. wo sirf ek samajik aupacharikata thi, ek muhar jo har subah ghar se nikalate time pati ke chehre par lagaee jati hai.

"ab jaldi karie," Kaavya ne muskurate hue uska laptop baig uske haath mein thama diya, "neeche aapki kaib aa chuki hogi."

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Rajesh jab flat number 903 ke mukhy darwaaze se baahar nikala, to uski tangen kanp rahi thin.

usne mudakar ek aakhiri bar us sunahare, dhoop se nahae hue ghar ko dekha.

balcony mein Tauji abhi bhi us rajasi thath se baithe akhabar ke panne dekh rahe the, aur kitchen ke counter par Kaavya bahut hi madhur aawaz mein kisi purane geet ki dhun gunagunate hue steel ke tiphin ka dhakkan band kar rahi thi.

sab kuchh kitana shant tha. kitana pawitr tha. kitana mukammal tha.

lekin jaise hi bhaari sagawan ka mukhy darwaaza ek dheemi si 'klik' ke sath band hua, aur lipht ka batan dabate hue Rajesh ne apna chehra sheeshe mein dekha... use samajh aa gaya.

wo ghareloo nakab koi jhooth Nahi tha... wo ek abhedy kila tha!

ek aisa kila jise Kaavya ne badi hi hoshiyari se apne aur Tauji ke charon taraf khada kar liya tha. us kile ke baahar duniya ko ek susheel pariwar dikhata tha... lekin us kile ke bheetar, us nau inch ki deewaar ke peechhe, ek aisa khooni khel shuroo ho chuka tha jisamen Rajesh ki apni koi zameen Nahi bachi thi.

aur sabase bhayanak bat yeh thi ki Rajesh khud... apni hi bebasi ki janjeeron mein bandha, us khel ka tamaasha dekhane ke liye abhishapt tha.