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Adhyay 59: dijital nigarani, tohfe ka jal aur bedroom ki jirah

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aaeeti park ke saibar koridor mein sthit us bahumanjila glas-tawar imarat ki chaudahaween manjil par shaam ke saadhe paanch baj rahe the.

dhalate hue pashchimi sooraj ki teekhi, narangi kiranen Rajesh ke egjeekyootiw cabin ki paradarshi sheeshe ki deewaron ko bhedakar andar aa rahi thin. baahar poore phlor par sannaata Nahi tha, darjanon lojistiks koordinetars, phleet mainejars aur saplaee-chen enalists apne-apne kyoobikals mein hedaphon lagae, phone par lagatar bat karate hue screen par keebord khatakhata rahe the.

lekin us poore phlor ke beech, apne is watanukoolit, aaleeshan cabin mein baitha Rajesh kisi thande, khauphanak daladal mein dhansata ja raha tha.

uski badi, kaali ergonomik ledar cheyar poori tarah peechhe jhuki hui thi. uski aankhon ke saamne do bade 27-inch ke del monitars paani rahe the. baeen screen par pashchimi reejan ke weyarahaus distreebyooshan ka bhaari-bharakam daishabord khula tha, lekin daeen screen ke neeche, windoz taskabar mein ek chhota sa analebal kiya hua aaikan minimaiz tha, flat number 903 ke teen gupt 1080p waee-phaee kaimaron ka enakripted laiw console.

Rajesh ne ek bahut lambi, ghabaraee hui saans kheenchi aur apni hatheliyon se apna paseene se tar matha ragada. uski aankhon ke neeche gehre, neele-kaale gaddhe ban chuke the, aur uski kanapatiyon ki nasen kisi hathaude ki tarah baj rahi thin.

pichhale aadhe ghante mein teen bar uski jan halak mein aa chuki thi.

sawa chaar baje, jab wo ghar ke liwing room ka kaimara kholakar dekh raha tha ki balcony mein baithe Tauji aur kitchen mein maujood Kaavya kya kar rahe hain, tabhi achaanak uska seeniyar opareshans esosiet, aniket, bina kisi aahat ke cabin ka sheeshe wala darwaaza kholakar andar dakhil ho gaya tha, haath mein naee phleet odit ki phail liye.

Rajesh ke haath bijali ke jhatake ki tarah keebord par gire the. usne hadabadahat mein `Alt + Tab` dabakar us screen ko chhupaya tha, lekin us apharataphari mein uski kophi ka aadha-bhara mug mez par rakhe notapaid par chhalak gaya tha.

*"aar yoo oke sar? tabeeyat theek hai aapki?"* aniket ne chaunkakar poochha tha, uski nazaren Rajesh ke kanpate haathon aur uske chehre ke ude hue rang par tik gayi thin.

*"h-Haan... kuchh Nahi, bas zara sir mein dard hai. tum phail yahan rakh do, main dekh loonga,"* Rajesh ne kisi tarah apni aawaz mein corporate rob bharane ki koshish ki thi, lekin uska gala buri tarah sookh chuka tha.

aniket phail rakhakar baahar chala gaya tha, lekin wo jate-jate mudakar jis tarah se Rajesh ko dekh gaya tha, us ek nazar ne Rajesh ki reedh ki haddi mein barph ki ek dhar baha di thi.

*‘yeh pagalapan hai... yeh sarasar khudakushi hai!’* Rajesh ne apni kursi ko zor se ghumate hue apne baal mutthiyon mein bheench liye the.

wo apne is cabin mein baithakar, jahan har das minute mein koi n koi jooniyar, koi odit mainejar ya uska khud ka weepi achaanak darwaaza kholakar aa sakata hai, apne ghar ke bedroom aur liwing room ki laiw weediyo Nahi dekh sakata tha! agar kisi ki bhi nazar ek second ke liye bhi us screen par pad jati... agar kisi ne dekh liya ki opareshans ka reejanal dayarektar apne office ke kanpyootar par apne hi ghar ki auraton aur buzurgon ke nange-adhanange palon ki laiw streeming dekh raha hai... to uski naukari, uska chhah ankon ka paikej, uski samajik pratishtha aur uski poori zindagi ek second mein khak ho jati!

kanpani ki aaeeti sikyoriti teem kisi bhi din uske netawark paikets ka odit kar sakati thi. uska phone bhi seph Nahi tha, din bhar mein sau bar apni pant se smartphone nikalana, screen ki braitanes kam karake apni jaanghon ke neeche chhupakar dekhana... yeh sab itana ajeeb aur sandigdh tha ki koi bhi andha insan bhi tad leta ki Rajesh sharma ke sath kuchh bahut ganbheer aur beemar chal raha hai.

lekin ghar ki nigarani chhodana uske liye mumakin hi Nahi tha!

us raat ke us bhayanak hadase ke bad... jab Kaavya ka laya hua wo 57-emaem ka danawi XL condom uske 4.7-inch ke murajhae hue ang par kisi dheele, mare hue gubbare ki tarah jhool gaya tha... aur jab wo das second ke bheetar hi apni paurushata ka janaza nikalakar Kaavya ke seene par dher ho gaya tha... tab se flat number 903 ek aisi khamosh bhatti ban chuka tha jisamen Rajesh har pal til-til kar paani raha tha.

Kaavya ne bhale hi us raat ke bad se koi shikayat Nahi ki thi, usne bhale hi apne chehre par ek nishpaksh, aadarsh kulawadhoo ka mukhauta chadha liya tha... lekin Rajesh janata tha ki us mukhaute ke peechhe kya chal raha tha.

Kaavya bhookhi thi.

wo shareerik pyas ki us aakhiri had par thi jahan ek aurat ki jism kisi bhi maryada ko, kisi bhi kanoon ko raundane ke liye taiyar ho jati hai. aur us nau inch ki deewaar ke us par... wo chhappan sal ka wishalakay, 95 kilo ka dehati pahalwaan soya hua tha, jisake 8.5-inch ke nange hathiyar ko Kaavya apne donon haathon mein bharakar nahala chuki thi!

Rajesh ko koi aisa rasta chahie tha jisase wo chaubeeson ghante, bina koi screen khole, bina kisi ki nazar mein aae, us ghar ki har dhadkan par apna haath rakh sake. koi aisa adrishy, achook bayometrik alarm jo seedhe uski kalaai par bandha ho... jo use theek usi second aagah kar de jab us flat ke band kamaron mein koi 'asamany' shareerik halachal, koi kaamuk uttejna, ya koi anahoni saans lene lage!

aur dopahar ke lanch brek mein, jab wo apni khud ki eppal smartwatch par apni din bhar ki hart-ret ka graph skrol kar raha tha, tabhi uske dimaag mein bijali ki tarah wo yukti kaundhi thi!

*‘hart-ret... dil ki dhadkan!’*

Rajesh ki aankhon ki putaliyan phail gayi thin.

ek insan apne chehre ke haw-bhaw ko jhoothi muskan se chhupa sakata hai. ek aurat apni nazaron ko jhukakar apne bheetar ki hawas par parda dal sakati hai. lekin insan ka swayatt tantrika tantr (Autonomic Nervous System)... dil ki wo dhadakanen... wo kabhi jhooth Nahi bol sakateen!

ek swasth, shant insan jab ghar mein aaram se baitha ho ya normal ghareloo kam kar raha ho, to uski resting hart-ret 68 se 75 BPM (dhadkan prati minute) ke beech bahut hi sthir, maddham raphtar se chalati hai.

lekin jab achaanak badan mein kisi paraee chhuan ka karant daudata hai... jab kisi ki jaangh se jaangh takarati hai... jab kisi ke nange, faulaadi badan ko dekhakar khoon mein edrenalaeen aur kamukata ka khaulata hua jwar uthata hai... ya jab dar aur apraadhbodh se saansen phoolati hain... to dil ki dhadakanen chhalang marakar 110, 120, 130 BPM ke par chali jati hain!

agar wo Kaavya aur Tauji ke jism par aisa koi tracker bandh de... to use kisi screen ko dekhane ki zaroorat hi Nahi padegi!

Rajesh ne usi time apni cheyar kheenchi thi aur ek nami medikal aur helth-tek ee-komars portal se do behad premium, sleek smart fitness tracker bainds ka ordar diya tha, bilkul letest jenareshan ke waterproof bainds, jinamen 5ATM yani pachaas meetar gehre paani tak ki wotaraprooph reting thi taaki ise nahate, haath dhote ya kitchen mein kam karate time kabhi utarane ki zaroorat hi n pade. iske nichale hisse mein medikal-gred ka optikal PPG (Photoplethysmography) green-LED hart-ret sensor, kanteenyooas pals traiking, sleep enalitiks aur pedomeetar laga hua tha.

usne dileewari do ghante ke bheetar seedhe apne office ke pate par mangawaee thi.

aur pichhale ek ghante se, apne cabin ka darwaaza andar se lok karake, Rajesh ne apne smartphone mein ek malti-diwais klon helth app konfigar kiya tha. usne donon fitness bainds ko apne phone se peyar kar diya tha, aur us app ka master push-notiphikeshan seedhe apni smartwatch ke mook, heptik vibration motar (Haptic engine) se link kar diya tha.

usne ek bahut hi sakht, gopaneey trigar set kiya tha:
*agar din ya raat ke kisi bhi pahar, bina kisi bhaari kardiyo eksarasaij ke, Kaavya ya Tauji ki hart-ret 115 BPM se oopar jati hai... to Rajesh ki smartwatch uski kalaai par ek bahut hi shant, teekha aur gupt dabal-vibration degi!*

shaam ke chhah baje jab Rajesh apna laidar breephakes band kar raha tha, to uski jeb mein wo donon seelaband, khoobasoorat kaale dibbe rakhe hue the.

uski yojana mein ek hi pench tha, Tauji ke donon haathon par abhi bhi bhaari plaster chadha tha, isliye Tauji ise turant apni kalaai par Nahi bandh sakate the. lekin Rajesh ne uska bhi ek behad susheel, achook bahaana taiyar kar liya tha. aur sabase aham bat, usne tay kar liya tha ki wo ghar mein kisi ko bhi, n Tauji ko aur n Kaavya ko, is band ki dil ki dhadkan aur pals-traiking wali khasiyat ki bhanak tak Nahi lagane dega! unke liye yeh sirf neend, kadamon aur thakan napane wala ek aam, waterproof laiphastail gaijet rahega.

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raat ke theek aath baje, Rajesh ne flat number 903 ke mukhy darwaaze ka tala khola.

darwaaza khulate hi wahi teekhi, bhaari aur sondhi mahak seedhe uske nathunon se takaraee, bakare ke pae aur nalli ka gadha, lisalisa soop, jo pichhale saadhe teen ghante se kitchen mein dheemi aanch par khaul raha tha. dalacheeni, laung aur jawitri ki khushboo poore ghar ki hawa mein ek garm, aadim nasha ghol rahi thi.

Rajesh ke chehre par ek second ke liye wahi purani, parichit ghin ki shikan ubhari, lekin usne turant apne honthon ko ek saumy, sahaj muskan mein badal liya. aaj raat wo kisi shikayat ke mood mein Nahi tha. aaj raat wo ek shikari tha jo apne jal ke phande zameen par bichhane aaya tha.

liwing room ke deewan par Sukhdev Tauji baithe hue the. unke donon haathon ke safed, patthar jaise plaster sleti rang ke cotton patton mein tike the. unhone badan par wahi bedag safed khadi ka kurta aur dhoti pahan rakhi thi. unki chaudi chhaati, unki safed-kaali ghani dadhi aur unki aankhon ka wo shant, bhaari thaharaw bata raha tha ki wo matan ka shoraba sachamuch unki haddiyon ko andar se lohe jaisa bana raha tha.

Kaavya dining table par peetal ki bhaari katoriyan aur chammach saja rahi thi.

usne aaj ek bahut hi normal, lekin suruchipoorn gehre jamuni rang ki cotton-silk ki lambi kurti aur neeche oph-whait legings pahan rakhi thi. uske baal peechhe ki taraf bahut dheele se joode mein bandhe the, aur uske chehre par thakawat aur us pawan, shant mukhaute ki mili-juli parat thi.

"Tauji, pranam," Rajesh ne hol mein dakhil hote hue bahut hi aadar aur madhurata se kaha.

"jeeta rah Rajesh, khush rah beta," Tauji ki wo gehri, bhaari dehati gadagadahat liwing room mein goonj uthi, "aaj to daftar mein kuchh zyada hi der ho gayi lage hai? sahar mein jam bahut tha kya?"

"Haan Tauji, haeewe par thoda traffic tha, aur kwartarali klojing bhi chal rahi hai," Rajesh ne apna laptop baig sophe par rakha.

Kaavya ne mudakar dekha. uski aankhon mein koi khas chamak Nahi thi, wahi common, aupacharik ghareloo aupacharikata:

"aap aa gaye Rajesh? haath-munh dho lo, main Tauji ke liye soop nikal hi rahi thi. aapke liye bhi parathe aur dal taiyar hai."

"are Kaavya, khana bad mein khaenge... pehle idhar aao," Rajesh ki aawaz mein ek ajeeb sa, banawati utsah tha. usne apne kot ki andarooni jeb se wo donon chamachamate, kaale aur sunahare dibbe baahar nikale aur dining table par rakh diye, "main aaj tum donon ke liye ek bahut hi khas tohfa lekar aaya hoon."

Kaavya ne chaunkakar un dibbon ko dekha. uski kajarari aankhon mein ek halka sa kautoohal ubhara:

"yeh kya hai Rajesh?"

"ek aisi cheez jo is ghar ke liye is time sabase zaroori hai," Rajesh ne bahut hi pyaar se kaha. usne ek dibba uthaya aur seedhe Tauji ke deewan ke paas aakar neeche kaleen par ghutanon ke bal baith gaya, bilkul waise hi jaise koi aajnyakari beta apne buzurg baap ke kadamon mein baithata hai.

"yeh kya tamaasha le aaya beta?" Tauji ne apni safed, ghani bhaunhen sikodate hue us dibbe ko dekha.

"Tauji, yeh tamaasha Nahi hai, yeh aapki sehat aur aaram ka chhota sa sathi hai," Rajesh ne bahut hi narmi se us dibbe ki seel kholi. bheetar makhamali kaale sanche mein ek behad sleek, kaale rang ka wotaraprooph smart fitness band chamak raha tha, "aaj dopahar mein mainne apne office ke helth kansaltent se bat ki thi. unhone kaha ki phraikchar ke bad, jab buzurgon ki haddiyan jud rahi hoti hain, to unke aaram, unki gehri neend aur unke halke-phulke chalane-phirane par nazar rakhana bahut zaroori hota hai. yeh chhota sa band aapke kadamon ki ginati aur aapki neend ka poora hisab rakhata hai ki aap raat mein kitani der sukoon se soe. aur iski sabase badi khasiyat yeh hai ki yeh poori tarah pachaas meetar waterproof hai, yani haath dhote time, paseene mein ya nahate time bhi ise utarane ki koi jhanjhat Nahi rahati. chaubeeson ghante haath mein bandha rah sakata hai."

Tauji ne ek halki si, dadhi hilati hui hansi hansi. unhone apne donon bhaari, choone jaise plaster wale haathon ko hawa mein halka sa hilaya:

"are bawale, jab haath hi mere is choone ke dhakkan mein band pade hain, to yeh patta bandhoonga kahan? yeh to kalaai pe bandhe hai na? meri kalaai to dikhe hi na is plaster ke neeche!"

"main janata hoon Tauji," Rajesh ne turant bahut hi apanepan se, Tauji ke ghutane par apna haath rakhate hue kaha. uski aawaz mein itani shraddha, itani mithas tapak rahi thi ki koi soch bhi Nahi sakata tha ki iske peechhe kya zahareeli chal soee hui thi, "main achchhi tarah janata hoon ki abhi aapke donon haathon par yeh plaster chadha hai, isliye abhi aap ise apni kalaai par Nahi bandh sakate. lekin main ise aaj hi isliye le aaya taaki aap ise dekhakar khush hon... aap bas jaldi se theek ho jaie Tauji! doctor sahab jis din aapke in haathon se yeh plaster katenge, usi din main khud apne haathon se ise aapki kalaai par bandhoonga! tab tak yeh aapki is said-table par, aapki aankhon ke saamne rahega. yeh aapko roz yad dilaega ki aapko jaldi theek hokar apni wahi purani akhaade wali wok shuroo karani hai."

Tauji ki un gehri, pathareeli aankhon mein ek bahut hi bhawuk, pita jaisi mamata ki nami utar aaee.

unhone apni bhaari gardan ko bahut dheeme se hilaya, unki chhaati se ek gehri, tript saans nikali.

"tu bahut nek dil hai Rajesh... bada guni hai tu. toone baap ki kami kabhi mahasoos na hone di. maalik teri umar lambi kare beta. rakh de ise meri is sandookachi pe... jis din yeh choona katega, usi din bandhoonga ise."

Rajesh ne wo dibba uthaya aur Tauji ke sirahane rakhi sheesham ki chhoti tipaee par, paani ke jag ke theek bagal mein rakh diya.

pehla mohara apni jagah par phit ho chuka tha. wo abhi shant tha, lekin wo waheen maujood tha.

phir Rajesh muda aur dining table ke paas aaya, jahan Kaavya khamosh khadi us poore drame ko dekh rahi thi.

"aur yeh... yeh tumhaare liye hai Kaavya," Rajesh ne doosra dibba uthaya. usamen roz-gold rim aur behad naphees, patle kaale silicone strap wala ek bahut hi khoobasoorat, ledeej fitness band rakha tha.

Kaavya ne jhijhakate hue us dibbe ko dekha.

"Rajesh... mere liye iski kya zaroorat thi? main to koi beemar Nahi hoon."

"tum beemar Nahi ho Kaavya, lekin tum is ghar ki dhuri ho," Rajesh ne ek bahut hi samarpit, pyaar bhare pati ka andaz apanate hue kaha. uski ungliyan bahut narmi se aage badheen aur usne Kaavya ki gori, chikani baeen kalaai ko apne haathon mein tham liya, "tum subah se shaam tak buteek mein bhagati ho, dulhanon ke bhaari lahange sanbhalati ho, phir yahan aakar ghar ka sara kam aur Tauji ki itani bhaari dekhabhal akele karati ho. mujhe hamesha dar laga rahata hai ki tum apni thakan aur sehat ko bilkul nazaraandaz kar rahi ho. yeh band tumhaari din bhar ki thakan, tumhaare kadam, tumhaari ektiwiti aur tumhaari neend ki kwaliti ka poora hisab rakhega."

Kaavya ne apni kalaai ko thoda sa chhudane ki koshish ki, "lekin mujhe yeh sab gaijets pahanane ki aadat Nahi hai Rajesh..."

"are, yeh bilkul bhi pareshan Nahi karega Kaavya," Rajesh ne muskurate hue samajhaya, "yeh poori tarah pachaas meetar waterproof hai. yani tumako kitchen mein aata goonthate, bartan dhote, sabzi katate ya nahate time bhi ise bar-bar utarane ki koi zaroorat Nahi padegi. chaubeeson ghante haath mein bandha rahega, bilkul pankh ki tarah halka hai. ise bas apni kalaai par bandhe rakho taaki mujhe pata rahe ki tum kitani der so rahi ho aur kitana thak rahi ho."

Kaavya ki baeen kalaai par pehle se do patli-patli sone ki choodiyan thin.

Rajesh ne apni ungliyon se un choodiyon ko thoda sa peechhe sarakaya. usne us kaale-gulaabi strap ko Kaavya ki gori, reshami kalaai ke charon taraf lapeta aur uski bakal ko ek chhoti si 'klik' ke sath band kar diya.

Kaavya ke badan mein ek halki si siharan daudi.

band ki thandi, aayatakar tach-screen uski twacha se chipakate hi apne aap paani uthi. aur uske theek neeche... kalaai ki nas par tika hua wo bareek, gol optikal sensor ek behad dheemi, adrishy hari roshni ke sath dhadakane laga, jisaki bhanak Kaavya ko bilkul Nahi thi! Kaavya samajh rahi thi ki yeh sirf kadamon aur neend ka meetar hai, jabaki wo sensor har second uske badan ke bheetar daudate khoon ki raphtar aur dil ki dhadkanon ki jasoosi karane laga tha.

"bilkul paraphekt lag raha hai tumhaare haath mein," Rajesh ne uski kalaai ko halke se thapathapate hue kaha, "sone ki choodiyon ke sath iska roz-gold kalar bahut phab raha hai. mainne ise pehle hi apne phone ke master app se kanekt kar diya hai. ab tum chahe buteek mein raho ya ghar par, tumhaari ektiwiti ka apadet mujhe milata rahega. ise utarana mat... ise pahanakar hi sona taaki tumhaari neend ka paitarn rikord ho sake."

Kaavya ne apni kalaai ko ghumakar us dijital patte ko dekha.

use wo thoda ajeeb laga, thoda naya laga... lekin us tohfe ke peechhe Rajesh ki jo 'phikr' dikh rahi thi, us par wo koi etaraz Nahi kar saki. wo ek aisa tohfa tha jise koi bhi patni khushi-khushi eksept kar leti.

"thaink yoo Rajesh..." Kaavya ne ek bahut hi dheemi, sankoch bhari muskan ke sath kaha, "sach mein sundar hai. main dhyan rakhoongi."

Rajesh ne apni jeb mein haath dala aur apne phone ki screen ko chhua.

phone ke baikagraund mein chal rahe helth console par Kaavya ki kalaai ka laiw bayometrik deta dikhaee de raha tha:
**[KAAVYA - REAL-TIME HEART RATE: 71 BPM (NORMAL / RESTING)]**
**[BATTERY: 100% · SYNCED VIA BLE · 5ATM WATERPROOF CONNECTED]**

Rajesh ki kalaai par bandhi uski apni smartwatch ka dial ek second ke liye chamaka aur phir shant ho gaya.

shikari ka dijital phanda ab shikar ki kalaai par saj chuka tha.

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raat ke gyaarah baj chuke the.

poore flat 903 mein gehra, damaghontoo sannaata pasar chuka tha. baahar balcony se shahar ki khamosh raat ki thandi hawa sarasara rahi thi, aur kamre ke bheetar dedh tan ke split AC ki dheemi, ekaras ghuraghurahat goonj rahi thi.

Sukhdev Tauji apne kamre mein so chuke the. nau inch ki deewaar ke par se unki bhaari, gehri saanson ki wo jani-pahachani, ghuraghurati hui aawaz aa rahi thi: *hoonhhh... kharrar...*

master bedroom ka darwaaza andar se band tha.

kamre mein battiyan bujhi thin. kewal khidaki ke pardon ki jhiriyon se chhanakar aati rod ki neeli-safed roshni bistar ki safed chadaron par ek thanda, rahasyamayi dhundhalaka bana rahi thi.

Kaavya bistar ke apne hisse par, bilkul kinaare ki taraf peeth pherakar leti thi.

usne raat ke liye gehre jamuni rang ki ek behad maheen, sleewales cotton-modal ki naee nighty pahan rakhi thi. us patle, phisalan bhare kapade mein se uski sudaul, chikani peeth, uski nangi gori gardan, aur uske bhare-poore koolhon ka ubhar us neeli roshni mein bahut saaf, madak tareeke se jhalak raha tha.

uski baeen kalaai takie ke theek paas rakhi thi. us kalaai par bandha wo roz-gold fitness band har paanch second mein apni hari optikal LED se ek mand, sookshm chamak chhod raha tha, uski nabj ki har thap ko darj karate hue.

us raat ke us das second ke tamashe ke bad se, Rajesh ne Kaavya ko chhoone ki himmat Nahi ki thi. wo us bhayanak nakami ki sharm mein, ek mujarim ki tarah bistar ke doosre kone par khamosh pada rahata tha.

lekin aaj raat... Rajesh soya Nahi tha.

wo karawat liye leta tha. uski aankhen us andhere mein angare ki tarah paani rahi thin, aur uski nazaren Kaavya ki us nangi, beparawah gardan aur patli nighty se jhankati sudaul jism par tiki thin.

uske dimaag ke bheetar ek bhayanak, zahareela keeda reng raha tha.

wo jo kuchh bhi apne gupt 1080p kaimaron ki rikordings mein dekh chuka tha... wo jo kuchh bhi wo apni band aankhon ke peechhe roz raat soch-sochakar ghutata tha... wo sab ab uski chhaati mein ek asahaneey, khaulate hue mawad ki tarah pak chuka tha. wo Kaavya se kuchh ugalawana chahata tha... wo us dehati mard ke bhaari badan aur Kaavya ke beech ki shareerik najadeekiyon ko kuredana chahata tha, lekin seedhe poochhane ki uski himmat Nahi thi. wo aisa jal phenkana chahata tha jisase bat bhi nikal aae aur wo khud poori tarah pak-saaf bhi bana rahe!

"Kaavya..."

Rajesh ki phusaphusahat us shant, thande kamre mein kisi sookhe patte ki tarah charamaraee.

Kaavya bilkul nishchal leti rahi. usne koi jawab Nahi diya, maano wo gehri neend mein doob chuki ho.

lekin Rajesh ne bahut dhyan se dekha, Kaavya ke kandhe us aawaz ko sunate hi ek second ke sauwen hisse ke liye halke se akad gaye the.

"Kaavya, mujhe pata hai tum soee Nahi ho..." Rajesh dheere se khisakakar uske qareeb aaya. usne apna kanpata hua haath aage badhaya aur Kaavya ke nange, mulayam kandhe par apni hatheli rakh di.

Kaavya ne ek bahut hi gehri, thaki hui saans chhodi. usne apni karawat badali aur aadhi mudakar Rajesh ki taraf dekha.

neeli roshni mein uski badi-badi, kajarari aankhen bilkul khuli thin, behad satark, thandi aur sanshay se bhari hui.

"kya hua Rajesh?" uski aawaz bilkul dheemi, phusaphusati hui thi, jaise wo Nahi chahati thi ki aawaz ka ek bhi katara deewaar ke us par tak jae, "itani raat ko kya bat hai? soe kyun Nahi aap abhi tak? kal subah aapki meeting hai na?"

"neend Nahi aa rahi thi Kaavya," Rajesh ne apni aawaz ko bahut hi masoom, ek phikramand aur laachaar pati ke lahaje mein dhala, "main bas... main bas soch raha tha. pichhale kuchh dinon se mere dimaag se ek bat nikal hi Nahi rahi hai."

"kaun si bat?" Kaavya ne rajaai ko apni chhaati par thoda aur kas liya.

"wahi... wo ikkees din, jab main shahar se baahar tha," Rajesh ne apni ungliyon se Kaavya ke nange kandhe ko bahut dheere-dheere sahalana shuroo kiya. uska sparsh bahut komal tha, lekin uske bheetar ek ajeeb si, chhipi hui bechaini kanp rahi thi, "tumane akele us sab ko kaise sanbhala Kaavya? ek 56 sal ka wishalakay, 95 kilo ka bhaari-bharakam dehati insan... donon haath toote hue, poori tarah asahay. main soch raha tha ki ek aam shahari aurat ke liye kisi itane bade, faulaadi badan wale akhaade ke mard ko itana qareeb se sanbhalana... kitana mushkil raha hoga."

Kaavya ne apni aankhen sikod leen. uske mathe par ek halki si silawat ubhari.

"mushkil to tha Rajesh, lekin mainne apni zimmedari samajhakar kiya. ab raat ke gyaarah baje yeh sab purani baten kyun yad kar rahe hain? so jaie."

"Nahi Kaavya, main sach mein samajhana chahata hoon," Rajesh thoda aur qareeb khisak aaya. uski aankhen andhere mein Kaavya ke chehre ke har haw-bhaw ko ghoor rahi thin, aur uski aawaz behad dheemi, napi-tuli lekin gaharaee se kuredane wali ban gayi, "matalab... jab tum unako sahara deti thin, unako bistar se uthati thin ya sahara dekar chalati thin... to unke itane bhaari shareer ko pakadana, unako itane paas se sanbhalana... tumako kaisa mahasoos hota tha? haath lagate time koi jhijhak ya hichakichahat Nahi hui? matalab... jab wo sahara lene ke liye tumako pakadate the, apna wajan tum par dalate the... to unki wo pakad, unka wo chhoona... tumako bhaari ya ajeeb Nahi laga? kaisa lagata tha wo sab sanbhalana?"

Rajesh ke yeh shabd...

oopar se dekhane par yeh sawal bilkul masoom lag raha tha, maano ek pati apni patni se sirf itana poochh raha ho ki 95 kilo ke bhaari buzurg ko shareerik roop se sahara dene mein use kitani mehanat aur asahajata mahasoos hui.

lekin Kaavya ke bheetar...

Kaavya ke zahan mein jaise kisi ne khaulata hua tezab udel diya ho!

kyunki Kaavya ke andar wo dabi hui, khauphanak yaden zinda thin. uske bheetar us band, bhap se bhare bathroom ki wo dopaharen zinda thin jahan usne Tauji ke nange, faulaadi badan ko apne haathon se chhua tha... jahan tauliya sarak jane par uski ungliyan us danawi, dahakate hue ang ke paas se guzari thin... jahan Tauji ki faulaadi hatheliyon ne jab use sahara dene ke liye thama tha, to uske badan ke rongate khade ho gaye the!

apne us gehre, anakahe apraadhbodh aur sharm ke bojh tale dabi Kaavya ka dimaag Rajesh ke us dohare sawal ko sunate hi seedhe sabase gande, sabase ashleel kone mein ja gira!

use laga ki Rajesh us shareerik sewa ki aad mein seedhe-seedhe us kaamuk sparsh ko kured raha hai! use laga ki Rajesh us par lanchhan laga raha hai ki usne Tauji ko chhoote time kya mahasoos kiya!

Kaavya ki aankhen ek jhatake se poori khul gayin! uska poora jism rajaai ke neeche patthar ki tarah akad gaya.

"Rajesh! yeh... yeh kis tarah ki ghatiya aur gandi baten poochh rahe hain aap?!"

Kaavya ki aawaz mein ek teekhi, kanpati hui nafrat bhari phusaphusahat thi. usne ek jhatake se Rajesh ka haath apne kandhe se pare jhatak diya, "dimaag kharab ho gaya hai kya aapka?! wo aapke pita samaan Tauji hain! aap mujhse aisi wahiyat, ashleel baten kaise poochh sakate hain?!"

Rajesh ke chehre par turant ek sadhe hue, aahat aur hairan insan ka nakab chadh gaya.

"gandi bat?! ashleel bat?!" Rajesh ne turant apni bhaunhen chadha leen, uski aawaz mein ek banawati masoomiyat aur teekha palatawar tha, "Kaavya, tumhaara dimaag theek hai? mainne ganda kya poochha tumse?! mainne to bas ek seedha sa sawal poochha ki 95 kilo ke ek bhaari-bharakam insan ko sanbhalate time, unako bistar se uthate ya sahara dete time tumako haath lagane mein koi shareerik jhijhak ya pareshani Nahi hui? kya ek bahu ke liye apne sasur-samaan buzurg ke itane bhaari shareer ko sanbhalana mushkil Nahi hota? mainne to bas unki bhaari kad-kathi aur tumhaari mehanat ke bare mein poochha tha! isamen 'gandi bat' kahan se aa gayi?!"

Rajesh thoda aur uthakar baith gaya, usne ulte Kaavya par ungli utha di:

"sach to yeh hai Kaavya ki tumhaara apna dimaag hi ganda chal raha hai! tum har bat ko ashleelata ki taraf kyun kheench rahi ho? mainne to koi galat shabd Nahi bola! kaheen aisa to Nahi ki tumhaare apne man mein hi koi khot hai? tum itana kyun tilamila rahi ho? tumhaare dimaag mein aisa kya chal raha hai jo ek seedhe, mamooli sawal ko sunakar tum mujh par cheekhane lageen?!"

Kaavya ka chehra gusse aur apaman se laal ho utha.

"seedha sawal?!" Kaavya rajaai hatakar bistar par uth baithi. uski chhaati us patli nighty ke neeche tezi se dhaunkani ki tarah chalane lagi, "mujhe bewakooph mat samajhie Rajesh! aapki yeh dheemi aawaz, aapki yeh aankhen... jis tarah se aap ghoor-ghoor kar mujhe dekh rahe hain, mujhe sab samajh aata hai ki aapke dimaag mein kya chal raha hai! aap oopar se bhale hi seedha ban rahe hon, lekin aapki neeyat mein khot hai! aap mujhe kuredana chahate hain! aap khud ganda soch rahe hain aur ulta mujh par ilzam madh rahe hain ki mera dimaag ganda hai?!"

"main koi ilzam Nahi madh raha!" Rajesh ne apni aawaz ko dabate hue, phusaphusate hue teekhepan se kaha, "jo insan andar se saf hota hai, wo bat ka batangad Nahi banata Kaavya! tum itani owar-riekt sirf isliye kar rahi ho kyunki tumhaare man mein chor hai! agar sab kuchh itana hi common tha, to mere ek seedhe sawal par tumhaari saansen kyun phoolane lageen? tum itani bhadak kyun gayin?!"

"kyunki mujhe aapki soch se ghin aati hai!" Kaavya ne dant peesate hue kaha, uski aankhon se apaman ki chingariyan nikal rahi thin, "aap ek beemar insan hain! aap pichhale kuchh dinon se jis tarah se mujhe dekh rahe hain, jis tarah se Tauji ke bare mein baten ghuma rahe hain... mujhe pata hai ki aapki nazaren kahan tiki hain!"

donon ke beech wo andhera kamra ek sulagata hua barood ka dher ban chuka tha.

Kaavya gusse mein hanph rahi thi. uski patli, sleewales jamuni nighty ke gehre gale se uski bhaari, gori chhaati ka ubhar badi tezi se oopar-neeche ho raha tha. uske chehre par gusse, sharm aur nafrat ki ek surkh lali chhaee hui thi.

aur theek usi pal...

Kaavya ke us gusse se tamatamae roop ko dekhakar... uske us khule, madak badan ko dekhakar... aur Tauji ke jism, unke sparsh aur us band kamre ki sewa par hoti is zahareeli bahas ke charam tanaav mein...

Rajesh ke bheetar us wikrit, paraee mardaangi aur apaman ki aag ne ek bhayanak mod le liya!

uski nason mein khoon ka ek aisa garm, khaulata hua rela dauda jisane khud Rajesh ke hosh uda diye!

uska wo 4.7-inch ka paurush... jo pichhale chhah maheenon se bina dawaiyon ke ek mara hua mans bana pada tha... jo kal raat us 57-emaem ke XL condom ke saamne das second mein sharmasar hokar dher ho gaya tha... apni hi patni ke is bhayanak apaman, is teekhi nafrat aur Tauji ke nam par chhidi is bahas ke unmad mein... achaanak lohe ki tarah tanakar, patthar ki tarah sakht ho gaya!

ek aisa anapekshit, kathor aur bekaboo tanaav jo Rajesh ne maheenon se mahasoos Nahi kiya tha!

us achaanak mili mardaangi ke andhe nashe mein, Rajesh apni sari sudhabudh kho baitha.

usne khud par se sara kaboo kho diya. wo bistar par aage jhapata aur usne Kaavya ko apni bahon mein kheenchane ki koshish ki! usne apni ek tang Kaavya ki jaanghon par phenk di, aur uska wo sakht, dahakata hua ang seedhe Kaavya ke koolhe aur uski patli nighty ke kapade se poori takat se ja takaraya!

Kaavya ki saans ek second ke liye uske gale mein hi jam gayi!

usne us achaanak, apratyashit aur sakht ubhar ko apni jaangh se sata hua mahasoos kiya, ek aisa kathor ubhar jo usne pichhale chhah maheenon mein kabhi Rajesh ke badan mein mahasoos Nahi kiya tha!

aur agale hi pal...

Kaavya ke dimaag ke bheetar wo poora ghinauna sach ek dhamake ke sath phat pada!

Kaavya ne apni donon hatheliyon se Rajesh ki chhaati par itani bhayanak, nafrat bhari takat se dhakka mara ki Rajesh ladakhadakar bistar ke doosre kone par ja gira!

"chhi Rajesh! chhi!" Kaavya ki aawaz mein itani hikarat, itani zahareeli nafrat thi ki wo shabd Rajesh ke chehre par thappad ki tarah pade, "yeh kya hai?! aap... is bahas ke beech mein... Tauji ke badan aur unki sewa ki baton par uttejit ho rahe hain?!"

Rajesh bistar par girate hi hadabada gaya. usne apne pant ke us tane hue ubhar ko chhupane ki koshish ki, lekin uska chehra sharm aur pakade jane ke dar se laal ho gaya. usne turant apna aakhiri bachaw phenkate hue oonchi, ladakhadati aawaz mein kaha:

"Kaavya! tum... tum pagal ho gayi ho kya?! main tumhaara pati hoon! main koi us bat par uttejit Nahi hua! tumane aaj yeh naee nighty pahani hai... itani seksi, itani khoobasoorat lag rahi ho tum isamen! hamaare beech bahas ho rahi thi, lekin tumako itane qareeb dekhakar, is naee dres mein dekhakar agar ek pati ka man machal jae, agar main uttejit ho jaoon, to kya yeh koi aparadh hai?! tum har bat mein meri hi galati kyun dhoondhati ho?!"

lekin Kaavya us jhoothe, khokhale bahaane ke jhanse mein aane wali Nahi thi!

uski aankhon mein aansoo chhalak aae, apaman, ghin aur toote hue bharosa ke aansoo!

"jhooth mat bolie Rajesh! khuda ke liye apne is ghatiya jhooth se parda mat dalie!" Kaavya ki aawaz gusse se kanp rahi thi, "kal raat tak... aur pichhale chhah maheenon se, aap mujhe chhoone ki halat mein bhi Nahi the! kal raat us sab ke bad bhi aapka yeh hal Nahi hua tha! aur aaj... jab hum Tauji ke bare mein, unako sanbhalane aur unke badan ki baten kar rahe hain, tab achaanak aapki mardaangi jag gayi?! is naee nighty ka jhootha bahaana bana rahe hain aap?!"

Kaavya ki chhaati dhaunkani ki tarah phool rahi thi, uski ungli Rajesh ke chehre ki taraf tani thi:

"mujhe sab samajh aa raha hai Rajesh! aapki yeh uttejna mere liye Nahi hai... aapki yeh gandi, beemar soch Tauji ke us jism ke khyalon se jagi hai! aap itane wikrit ho chuke hain ki aapko apni hi patni se aisi baten ugalawakar maza aa raha hai! mujhe ghin aa rahi hai aap par! aaj ke bad mujhe chhoone ki himmat bhi mat keejiega!"

Kaavya ne ek jhatake se apni rajaai kheenchi, bistar ke bilkul aakhiri kinaare par jakar deewaar ki taraf munh pher liya, aur apne donon ghutanon ko apni chhaati se satakar let gayi.

kamre mein AC ki thandi hawa bahati rahi, lekin us hawa mein ab sirf nafrat, apaman aur toote hue rishte ki basi badaboo thi.

Rajesh bistar par nidhal pada raha. uska wo bahaana dhara ka dhara rah gaya tha. uski mardaangi phir se sharm aur jillat ke patal mein doobane lagi thi.

usne kanpate hue haath se said-table par rakhe apne smartphone ki screen ko chhua.

phone ki screen ki maddham neeli roshni jali.

helth app ka laiw kardiyo daishabord khula hua tha.

aur us screen par... Kaavya ki kalaai par bandhe us nae waterproof roz-gold fitness band ka laiw graph laal rang ki teekhi, khadi lakeeron mein oopar ki taraf chhalang mar raha tha, gusse, apaman aur us andarooni ghabarahat ki aag mein:

**[LIVE HEART RATE: 126 BPM - ABNORMAL RESTING SPIKE DETECTED]**
**[STATUS: HIGH STRESS / CARDIAC ELEVATION]**

aur theek usi pal...

Rajesh ki apni kalaai par bandhi eppal smartwatch ne andhere mein ek bahut hi shant, teekha, gupt kanpan kiya: *bzazaz... bzazaz...*

wo pehla bayometrik alarm tha.

Rajesh ne andhere mein apni aankhen band kar leen aur takie mein apna munh daba liya.

usne wo dijital phanda apni patni ki kalaai par bandh diya tha... lekin us phande ka doosra sira uske apne hi gale mein kas chuka tha, aur wo janata tha ki ab is phande se chhootane ka koi rasta baki Nahi bacha tha.