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Adhyay 64: silk ka samarpan

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dopahar ke sawa do baj chuke the, lekin corporate IT park ke us wishal kanch ke tower ki nauween manjil par Rajesh ke liye time jaise kisi khaulate hue lawe ki tarah jam chuka tha.

Vice President ke sath hui wo sawa ghante lambi, saansen sukha dene wali high-stakes operational meeting abhi-abhi khatm hui thi. poori meeting ke dauran Rajesh sirf ek zinda lash ki tarah apni leather chair par seedha baitha raha tha. uske honth kuchh tayashuda corporate jumale dohara rahe the, *“yes sir, Q3 ke delivery timelines bilkul track par hain... logistics vendors ko already escalation notice ja chuka hai...”*, lekin uski pant ki daeen jeb ke andar band uski mutthi us kaale, bhaari metal wale encrypted USB drive ko itani zor se bheenche hue thi ki uski ungliyon ke por safed pad chuke the.

uski khopadi ke bheetar ek bhayanak, hathaude jaisi dhadkan lagatar baj rahi thi.

subah service seedhiyon ki landing par Tauji ke kamre ke dustbin se nikale wo geele, badaboodar, veerya se akade hue tissue papers... subah dining table par Kaavya ke wo sooje hue, kanpate honth... uska wo rakshatmak, sahama hua chehra... aur sabase badhakar, us encrypted app par master bedroom ka wo infrared video, jisamen Kaavya ne raat ke sawa ek baje uske soe hue gaal par wo teekha, tamacha mara tha taaki wo yeh pakka kar sake ki uska pati sharab ke nashe mein sachamuch behosh hai ya Nahi!

aur phir... uska wo aasamani silk ke camisole aur shorts mein dabe panw kamre se baahar nikalana! Tauji ke bedroom ke darwaaze ko dhakelana... aur kamre ke bheetar us patli cotton lungi ke neeche khade us saadhe aath inch ke faulaadi meenar jaise ubhar ka wo khauphanak nazara!

*“wo andar gayi thi... usne darwaaza band kar liya tha... aur subah us kamre se veerya se bheege tissue nikale!”*

yeh khyal Rajesh ke seene mein kisi khanjar ki tarah lagatar utar raha tha.

meeting room se baahar nikalate hi usne apne kisi bhi colleague ki taraf Nahi dekha. project manager ne peechhe se kuchh poochhana chaha, *“Rajesh bhaee, wo Pune-Bengaluru route ka dispatch data...”* lekin Rajesh ne sirf hawa mein haath hilaya, ek sookhi, phati hui aawaz mein budabudaya, *“bad mein... sir mein bhayanak migraine hai,”* aur lambe, tez dag bharata hua seedhe apne private glass cabin ki taraf lapaka.

cabin ke andar kadam rakhate hi usne bhaari kanch ke darwaaze ko zor se kheencha.

*click!*

usne andar se bhaari brass ka latch ghumakar darwaaza poori tarah lock kar diya. phir usne khidakiyon par latak rahe vertical venetian blinds ki dori kheenchi. sare parade ek sath ghoom gaye; baahar ki poori corporate duniya, cabin ke baahar phaile saikadon cubicles aur computer screens ek jhatake mein ojhal ho gayin.

kamre mein sirf air-conditioner ki maddham, sard gharagharahat aur Rajesh ki hanphati hui, betarateeb saanson ki aawaz rah gayi thi.

uski peeth paseene se poori tarah tarabatar ho chuki thi, formal cotton shirt uski reedh ki haddi se chipaki hui thi. usne apni tie ki knot ko ek jhatake mein dheela kiya, pehle do button tode aur hanphate hue apni executive revolving chair par dhah gaya.

uski ungliyan is kadar kanp rahi thin ki jeb se USB drive nikalate time wo ek pal ke liye farsh par girate-girate bachi.

Rajesh ne thook nigala. uska gala kisi registan ki tarah sookha hua tha. usne apne Dell ThinkPad laptop ke USB port mein wo drive thonk di.

screen par password prompt chamaka: **[ENTER 256-BIT AES DECRYPTION KEY]**.

Rajesh ne kanpati ungliyon se apna gopaneey password taip kiya: *‘Sulekha_1998_Void’*.

screen ne ek second ke liye baphar kiya, aur phir flat nanbar 903 ka wo private surveillance dashboard khul gaya.

screen ke baeen taraf charon cameras ke thumbnail chamak rahe the. lekin Rajesh ki khoon jaisi laal, anidra se jali hui aankhen sirf ek hi thumbnail par gadi thin:

**[CAMERA 04: GUEST ROOM - NIGHT VISION IR FEED]**

Rajesh ka cursor us button par jakar thahar gaya. uska dil itani bhayanak raphtar se pasaliyon par chot kar raha tha maano abhi seena cheerakar baahar aa jaega.

*‘kya main sachamuch wo dekhane ke liye taiyar hoon jo meri chhah sal ki shadi ki buniyad ko hamesha-hamesha ke liye rakh kar dega?’*

usne apni aankhen band keen. ek thandi, kanpati saans kheenchi. aur phir... usne maus ka bayan button daba diya.

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screen ek maddham jhatake ke sath kaali hui, aur phir high-definition monochrome infrared night-vision ki wo sard, doodhiya-grey duniya poori screen par phail gayi.

video ke oopari daen kone par halke hare rang mein digital timestamp daud raha tha:

**[REC • 01:22:04 AM, NIGHT VISION ACTIVE, AUDIO SYNC: ON]**

Rajesh ne laptop ki screen ko apni aankhon ke aur qareeb kheench liya. usne apne headphones lagae aur volume ko 85% tak badha diya.

flat nanbar 903 ka wo guest room camera ke wide-angle lens mein poori tarah saaf dikhaee de raha tha.

kamre ke beechon-beech wo bhaari, aadhunik sheesham ki lakadi ka majaboot platform bed bichha hua tha. us par koi purane zamane ka lohe ka spring wala gaddedar palang Nahi tha, balki Wakefit ka aath inch mota, high-density dual-comfort orthopedic mattress tha, wahi mattress jo Rajesh ne khud pichhale sal Tauji ki kamar ki purani chot ko dhyan mein rakhakar khareeda tha.

kamre ki badi sliding khidaki ke halke jaleedar paradon mein se baahar chandani ki maddham, thandi roshni andar chhanakar aa rahi thi, jisase kamre ki farsh par halki grey parachhaiyan tair rahi thin.

aur us aadhunik lakadi ke bed ke beechon-beech... 56 sal ke Sukhdev Tauji apni peeth ke bal bilkul seedhe lete hue the.

Tauji ki aankhen band thin. wo gehri, besudh aur thakaoo neend ke aagosh mein doobe the. unki chaudi, faulaadi pahalwaan jaisi chhaati par purani, kaee bar dhuli hui safed cotton baniyan khinchi hui thi, jo unke har bhaari, lambe saans ke sath ek wishal dhaunkani ki tarah dheere-dheere oopar-neeche ho rahi thi. unki baniyan ke gehre armhole se unke kandhon ke pake hue baal aur akhaade ki purani haddiyon ki chaudaee saaf ubhar rahi thi.

unki donon kohaniyon se lekar hatheliyon tak, doktaron dwara chadhae gaye bhaari, sakht plaster of Paris ke safed plaster bandhe hue the, jo unki chhaati ke donon taraf takiyon ke sahare nishkriy pade the. gale mein latake hue medical arm-slings ke patte unki gardan ke donon taraf dheele pade the. Tauji is time apni donon bajuon se poori tarah laachaar the, ek aisa wishal, takatawar dehati mard jo akhaade mein chaar-chaar jawanon ko ek sath patakhani de sakata tha, lekin is time apni band bajuon ki wajah se kisi bachche se bhi zyada bebas tha.

lekin Rajesh ki nigahen Tauji ke chehre ya unke plaster par Nahi atakeen.

uski nigahen neeche phisaleen... aur uska dam ghut gaya.

Tauji ki bhaari, kasarati jaanghon ke beech lapeti hui wo purani, gehre rang ki cotton lungi... kamar se lekar ghutanon ke beech kisi tanboo ki tarah tan chuki thi!

raat ke sawa ek baje ka wo kudarati, aadim aur aniyantrit paurush us patle kapade ke neeche ek sakht, adiyal aur dhadakate hue meenar ki tarah seedha tana khada tha! wo koi mamooli ubhar Nahi tha, saadhe aath inch lamba, mota aur faulaadi stanbh us dheeli lungi ke fabric ko apni poori zid ke sath oopar uthae hue tha. kapade ke bareek dhagon par us wishal ling ke agrabhag ki teekhi, gol lakeer itani saaf ubhar rahi thi ki Rajesh ko apne headphones mein Tauji ki gehri, bhaari saanson ke saath-saath apne hi kanon mein khoon ke khaulane ki sanasanahat sunaee dene lagi.

“he bhagawan...” Rajesh ki sookhi jeebh uske taloo se chipak gayi. “itana... itana bada...”

aur theek usi pal, 01:22:14 AM par, video screen par guest room ka bhaari, polish kiya hua sheesham ka darwaaza behad aahista se, bina kisi charamarahat ke, andar ki taraf khula.

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camera ke infrared sensor ne darwaaze ke frame mein ek patli, behad haseen aur tharatharati hui parachhaeen ko darj kiya.

Kaavya kamre ke bheetar dakhil hui.

Rajesh ki aankhen phati ki phati rah gayin.

uski jism par wahi sky-blue silk-satin ka two-piece nightsuit tha jo usne master bedroom ki alamari se nikala tha. oopar wo behad patli, noodle-straps wali phisalan bhari camisole thi, jisaka deep V-neck uski 34D bhaari stanon ki gori cleavage ko aadhe se zyada nanga chhod raha tha, aur jisake neeche uski wahi kaali, transparent lacy bra ki jaleedar pattiyan saaf jhalak rahi thin.

aur neeche... us silk ke set ka wahi maiching micro-shorts tha!

wo shorts itane chhote, itane bareek aur itane tang the ki Kaavya ki lambi, gori aur sangamaramar jaisi jaanghen poori ki poori nangi thin. shorts ke patle, chamakeele silk ke neeche usne koi panty Nahi pahan rakhi thi, uski patli kamar par bandha hua wo chandi ka patla kamaraband us halke satin ke oopar se uski naabhi ke theek neeche ek thandi, chamakadar rekha ki tarah chamak raha tha.

Kaavya ke pair nange the. uski ediyan aur talawe jab kamre ki thandi Italian tiles ko chhoo rahe the, to uske chalane mein ek ajeeb si, ladakhadati hui bechaini thi. uske kaale, ghane baal uski gori peeth aur kandhon par betarateeb bikhare hue the.

kamre ke bheetar kadam rakhate hi Kaavya ne sabase pehle peechhe mudakar dekha.

uska ek haath darwaaze ke handle par gaya. usne bahut nazakat se, apni saanson ko rokate hue, bhaari lakadi ke palle ko apni taraf kheencha.

*click!*

kamre ke darwaaze ki magnetic kundi ne ek behad maddham, lekin is sannaate mein bilkul saaf aawaz nikali.

darwaaza band ho chuka tha.

flat nanbar 903 ki baki duniya, uska sharabi, napunsak pati jo master bedroom mein dhut pada tha, wo lamba, sunasan galiyaara, aur wo sara jhootha samajik pakhand, us ek click ke sath baahar chhoot chuka tha.

ab is charadeewari ke bheetar sirf do hi wajood the: ek taraf laachaar, majaboot pahalwaan ki tarah sota hua sasur-samaan bujurg... aur doosri taraf apni hi bhookh ki aag mein jhulasati hui uski jawan, kulawadhoo.

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jaise hi darwaaze ka wo latch apni jagah par baitha, video footage mein Kaavya ke poore shareer ki bhasha ek bhayanak, dil dahala dene wale tareeke se badal gayi.

wo sahami hui, maryada ke bojh tale dabi hui, sati-sawitri jaisi bahu... jo pichhale chhah salon se har tane par apni aankhen neechi kar leti thi, jo mandir ke deeye ki tarah kanpati thi... wo us band darwaaze ke peechhe ek hi second mein hawa mein bhap banakar ud gayi!

uski reedh ki haddi seedhi hui. uske kandhon ki wo dabi-kuchali sikudan gayab ho gayi. usne apni gardan ko halke se peechhe jhataka, jisase uske kaale ghungharale balon ki laten uske chehre se hatakar uski khuli, nangi gardan aur collarbones par bikhar gayin. uski aankhon mein wo purana sankoch Nahi tha, un badi, kajarari putaliyon mein ek aisi jangali, adamy aur bhookhi chamak jag uthi thi jise Rajesh ne apne waiwahik jeewan ke chhah salon mein kabhi Nahi dekha tha!

yeh uski ‘doosri Kaavya’ thi. wo chhipi hui, damit aur unmadi aurat, jo raat ke dhaai baje wale shawar ke bad, apni hi ungliyon se Tauji ke jism ki kalpana karake apne charam par pahunchi thi, aur jise ab kisi maryada ya sanskar ki koi parawah Nahi thi!

Kaavya bed ki taraf do kadam badhi.

bed ke theek bagal mein, deewaar par lagi sliding wardrobe ka chhah feet lamba full-length sheesha laga hua tha. chandani ki maddham, grey roshni mein us sheeshe ke bheetar Kaavya ka apna aks tair raha tha.

Kaavya ek pal ke liye us sheeshe ke saamne thithaki.

usne apni khud ki parachhaeen ko dekha. uski mang mein bhara hua wo surkh laal sindoor... gale mein latakata hua kaale motiyon aur sone ka pawitr mangalasootr... aur uske neeche wo aadha nanga, silk mein lipata hua madahosh jism!

uske honthon ke konon par ek sard, madahosh aur lagbhag beparawah muskan reng gayi.

usne apne donon haath oopar uthae.

uski nazuk, tarashi hui ungliyan uske donon kandhon par gayin. usne us aasamani silk ke camisole ki patli noodle-straps ko chhua. aur phir... bina kisi hichakichahat ke, usne un straps ko apne kandhon se neeche saraka diya.

*sararar...*

silk ka wo maheen, phisalan bhara kapada ek maddham sarasarahat ke sath uske stanon se phisala, uski patli, gori kamar ko chhoota hua seedhe farsh par ja gira!

Rajesh ki saans uske gale mein atak gayi. uske haath kanpe, headphones mein uski apni dhadakanen kisi drum ki tarah goonjane lageen.

ab Kaavya oopar se sirf apni us kaali, paradarshi lacy bra mein khadi thi! uski bhaari, sudaul 34D chhatiyan us kaale jaleedar kapon ke bheetar is kadar kasi hui thin ki unke gore, bhaari gole oopar se chhalak rahe the. uske pet ki chikani, gori twacha aur naabhi ke beech ki wo halki rekha saanson ke sath oopar-neeche ho rahi thi.

lekin wo waheen Nahi ruki!

Kaavya ne apne donon haath apni kamar par rakhe. uski ungliyon ne us sky-blue silk shorts ke elastic ko pakada.

usne apne ghutanon ko halka sa moda, aur us shorts ko ek hi sadhe hue, kaamuk andaz mein apni jaanghon se neeche utar diya. usne ek-ek karake apne donon pair us kapade se baahar nikale aur shorts ko apne pair ki ungli se ek taraf dhakel diya.

*ab wo poori tarah nangi thi, sirf apni us kaali bra ke siwa!*

uski kamar, uske bhare-poore, gol aur chikane koolhe, uski lambi, tarashi hui gori jaanghen, aur uske jaanghon ke beech ka wo nazuk, bheega hua jod... chandani ki us doodhiya roshni mein poori tarah beparda ho chuke the! uski kamar par bandhi wo patli chandi ki karadhani uske nange, sudaul koolhon ke oopar kisi janjeer ki tarah dheeli latak rahi thi.

Kaavya ne sheeshe mein apne is lagbhag nagn, uddand roop ko dekha. usne apni hi jaangh par halke se haath phera, apni gardan ko peechhe moda, aur phir ek gehri, sulagati hui saans chhodate hue Tauji ke bed ki taraf mud gayi.

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Kaavya bilkul khamosh, billi jaise dabe kadamon se bed ke kinaare pahunchi.

usne jhukakar bistar par lete hue us wishal dehati mard ko dekha.

Tauji ki umr chhappan sal thi, lekin unki chhaati par phaile hue chaude, kasarati ubhar aur unki majaboot gardan mein aaj bhi kisi tees sal ke akhadebaz jaisi aadim takat bhari thi. unke mathe par gehri lakeeren thin jo zindagi bhar ki tapasya aur brahmachary ki gawahi deti thin.

lekin is time... wo brahmachary unki lungi ke neeche kisi bagawat ki tarah tana hua tha.

Kaavya ki nazaren Tauji ke donon haathon par gayin.

donon bajuen kohani se lekar kalaai tak bhaari safed plaster mein jakadi thin. wo ungliyan, jo kabhi kisi sand ki seeng pakadakar use zameen par gira sakati thin, is time kisi bejan lakadi ki tarah takiyon par tiki thin. Tauji is time apni hiphazat Nahi kar sakate the. wo n to Kaavya ko dhakka de sakate the, n use rok sakate the, aur n hi apni mardaangi par khud apna haath pher sakate the!

*wo poori tarah se Kaavya ke raham-o-karam par the.*

yeh ehasas Kaavya ke bheetar ek ajeeb, nasheeli aur khataranak takat banakar dauda. ek aisi aurat, jise uska apna pati ek kamazor, aashrit aur ghareloo kathaputali samajhata tha... wo aaj is 6 feet 1 inch ke daity jaise mard ki malakin ban chuki thi!

Kaavya ne apne ghutane bed ki lakadi ki patari se tikae.

usne apna dayan haath aage badhaya. uski gori, tarashi hui hatheli, jisaki ungliyon mein laal nail polish chamak rahi thi, Tauji ki us tani hui cotton lungi ke bilkul shikhar par jakar tiki.

*aahh...*

kapade ke oopar se hi us ang ki bhayanak, ubalati hui garmi Kaavya ki hatheli ki nason mein utar gayi. wo koi kachcha ya mamooli tanaav Nahi tha, wo salon ki tadap, maheenon ke dabe hue sanyam aur aadhi raat ke kudarati raktasanchar se patthar ki tarah sakht ho chuka ek dahakata hua angara tha! kapade ke neeche wo ang kisi zinda sanp ki tarah halka sa phadaka.

Kaavya ne apni ungliyon ko us ubhar ke charon taraf lapeta. usne lungi ke kapade ke oopar se hi us poore saadhe aath inch ke lambe, mote shaft ko neeche se oopar tak haule se sahalaya.

kapade ki banawat ke aar-par se bhi use us ang ke sire par jama hui kam-ras ki wo chikani, chipachipi nami mahasoos hui. Tauji ki band jism neend mein bhi us bhayanak uttejna ko rok Nahi pa rahi thi; unke paurush ka ras kapade ko bheetar se bhigo chuka tha.

Kaavya ke honthon se ek bahut dheemi, kanpati hui sisakari chhooti: *“uphph... Tauji...”*

usne apne baen haath se lungi ki wo dheeli cotton ganth pakadi. bahut aahista se, bina gadde ko hilae, usne us ganth ko kheench diya.

ganth khul gayi.

Kaavya ne us gehre rang ke cotton kapade ke donon pallon ko donon taraf hata diya.

aur agale hi pal... kamre ki us maddham, thandi roshni mein wo wishalakay, kaala-sanwala aur nason se bhara hua pahalwaan paurush poori tarah nanga hokar uchhal pada!

uski khal tanbe jaisi sanwali aur majaboot thi, jis par neeli nasen kisi bel ki tarah lipati hui thin. uska sira, ek bhaari, gol aur jamuni rang ka crown, apni poori chaudaee ke sath khula hua tha, aur uske bareek chhed par paradarshi kam-ras ki ek chamakeeli boond kisi os ki tarah kanp rahi thi. us ang se uthane wali wo teekhi, paseene aur paurush ki mardana gandh seedhe Kaavya ke nathunon se takaraee.

laptop ke peechhe baithe Rajesh ki aankhen khauf aur ek beemar, wikrit uttejna se phatane ko ho gayin. uske munh se ek beaawaz cheekh nikali. uski apni pataloon ke bheetar uska 4.7 inch ka kamazor, dheela ang is nazare ko dekhakar poori tarah sunn pad chuka tha. wo sirf screen par apni patni ko us wishal ang ke aage ghutanon par jhuke hue dekh raha tha!

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Kaavya ka pehla, aadim jismani khyal yahi tha ki wo phauran us bed par chadh jae.

wo apni donon nangi, gori jaanghon ko Tauji ki bhaari jaanghon ke donon taraf phailakar baithana chahati thi, bilkul waise hi jaise us din deewan par hua tha, jab usne Tauji ke us dahakate hue ang ko apni donon jaanghon ke beech dabakar wo pagal kar dene wala gharshan mahasoos kiya tha! uski apni yoni is time paani chhod rahi thi, uski jaanghon ke andarooni hisse chipachipe aur tapate hue the.

usne apna ek ghutana gadde par rakha.

lekin jaise hi uska wajan us Wakefit ke gadde par pada, bed ke neeche ki sheesham ki lakadi ki frame ne deewaar se lagakar ek behad bareek, sookhi si charamarahat nikali: *khat...*

Kaavya ka poora jism bijali ke jhatake ki tarah waheen jam gaya!

uski saansen ruk gayin. uska chehra ek jhatake mein peela pad gaya.

usne phauran apni gardan ghumakar peechhe band darwaaze ki taraf dekha.

kamre ke baahar... mahaz baarah feet door, us sankare galiyaare ke par master bedroom tha, jahan uska pati Rajesh soya hua tha. bhale hi Rajesh sharab ke nashe mein dhut tha, bhale hi usne use thappad marakar check kiya tha... lekin wo janati thi ki yeh raat ka sannaata kitana bhayanak hota hai.

Kaavya ne man hi man us ganit ko doharaya, aur uska sara nasha ek pal ke liye saham gaya.

agar wo bed par chadhati hai... aur apni jaanghon se Tauji ke us wishal ang ko ragadana shuroo karati hai... to kya hoga?

*“Nahi... bilkul Nahi!”* Kaavya ke bheetar ki samajhadar aurat ne phauran khatare ki ghanti baja di.

jaanghon ki wo ragad... wo intercrural sex... koi khamosh kriya Nahi thi! jab do nange, paseene se tarabatar jism aapas mein takarate hain, jab Tauji ke pelvis ki wo bhaari, akhaade ki haddiyan uski jaanghon ke mans se takaraengi, to us geelepan aur paseene se wo bhayanak, tez aur layabaddh thappadon jaisi aawazen nikalengi: *chap... chap... chap-chap!*

aur phir Tauji ka wo 95 kilo ka bhaari, kasarati jism! jab wo apne charam par pahunchenge, jab wo tadapenge, to unka bhaari shareer us gadde ko hilaega, wo lakadi ka majaboot headboard peechhe ki us patli eenton wali partition deewaar se baar-baar takaraega: *thak... thak... thak!*

is sannaate mein... raat ke dedh baje... wo *chap-chap* ki thapaki aur wo deewaar ki takkar poore flat mein kisi nagade ki tarah goonj jaegi! agar us aawaz se Rajesh ki neend zara si bhi toot gayi, agar wo ladakhadate hue paani peene baahar nikala aur usne guest room se yeh aawazen suneen...

to sab kuchh hamesha-hamesha ke liye khatm ho jaega! katl ho jaega, ya wo khud zahar khakar mar jaegi!

Kaavya ne kanpate hue apna pair gadde se wapas neeche kheench liya.

uski chhaati us kaali bra ke bheetar pagalon ki tarah dhadak rahi thi. uski ungliyan apni hi jaanghon ko bheenchane lageen.

*‘jaanghon se Nahi ho sakata... jaanghon mein aawaz bahut zyada hoti hai...’*

lekin phir... phir wo is aag ko kaise bujhae? saamne pade us saadhe aath inch ke faulaadi ang ka kya kare, jo har guzarate second ke sath aur zyada tamatama raha tha, jisake sire se kam-ras ki boonden tapak kar us safed chaadar par gir rahi thin?

use ek aisa rasta chahie tha jo bilkul... 100% mook ho. ek aisa samarpan jisamen koi bistar n hile, koi deewaar n khatake, aur koi thappad jaisi aawaz n goonje!

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aur theek usi pal, us andhere kamre mein, Kaavya ki aatma ke bheetar ek sadiyon purana kila bharabharakar dhah gaya.

Kaavya ek behad sanbhrant, uchch-kuleen aur sanskaron wale khanadan ki beti thi. bachapan se hi uske zehan mein yeh bat patthar ki lakeer ki tarah bitha di gayi thi ki stri ka munh koi normal ang Nahi hota, wo saraswati ka was hota hai, usase pawitr mantr padhe jate hain, thakuraji ka bhog lagaya jata hai, aur usase sirf sach aur maryada ki wani nikalati hai.

uski poori parawarish mein, purush ke guptang ko munh mein lena ek aisi ghinauni, apawitr aur patit kriya mani jati thi jisake bare mein sochana bhi narak ke darwaaza kholane jaisa tha. apne chhah sal ke waiwahik jeewan mein, Rajesh ne kaee bar porn films dekhakar usase minnaten ki thin, gidagidaya tha ki wo ek bar uske ling ko apne munh mein le le... lekin Kaavya ne har bar ek teekhi ghin aur nafrat ke sath Rajesh ko jhidak diya tha: *“chhi! Rajesh... aap itane gande kaise ho sakate hain? yeh sab un bazari auraton ka kam hota hai... main apne munh ko kabhi kisi gandi cheez se apawitr Nahi karoongi!”*

lekin aaj...

aaj us band kamre mein, apni maryadaon ke rakh ke dher par khadi Kaavya ne jab us wishal, sanwale paurush ko dekha... to uske sare sanskar, uski sari pawitrata, aur uski sari umr bhar ki ghin us bhookhi kamukata ke aage ghutanon par aa gayi!

munh hi akela aisa zariya tha... jo poori tarah khamosh tha.

munh mein koi spring Nahi bajati.

munh mein koi haddi deewaar se Nahi takarati.

munh mein sirf garm, makhamali aur geeli khamoshi hoti hai, ek aisi khamoshi jo kisi bhi mard ke toophan ko bina ek katara aawaz kiye apne bheetar sokh sakati hai!

Kaavya ne ek lambi, kanpakanpati hui saans kheenchi.

usne apne donon ghutane bed ke bagal mein bichhe us mote, Kashmiri woolen rug par tika diye. wo bilkul nange badan, sirf apni us kaali bra mein, Tauji ke phaile hue pairon ke beech farsh par baith gayi.

usne apni gardan ko aage jhukaya. uska gora, makhamali chehra us wishal, sanwale ang se mahaz ek-dedh inch ki doori par aa gaya.

Kaavya ne apni donon aankhen madahoshi mein dheere se band kar leen. usne apne nathune phadakae aur apni saanson ko bheetar kheenchate hue us dahakate hue paurush ko gaharaee se soongha.

us ang se uthane wali wo teekhi, kachchi aur paseene se bheegi mardana kastoori... wo jismani taw, tanbe jaisi garm khal aur kam-ras ki wo aadim bhap seedhe uski nazuk nak ke bheetar sama gayi. wo mahak kisi zahareele, meethe nashe ki tarah Kaavya ke phephadon mein bhar gayi. uski saanson ki garm hawa us tane hue kaale shaft ki nason se takaraee, jisase wo ang halke se tharathara utha. Kaavya ke poore jism mein rongate khade ho gaye; uski chhaati ki dhadakanen bekaboo ho gayin aur uske honth us madahosh kar dene wali gandh ke asar se kanpate hue halke se alag ho gaye.

usne apni jeebh ki gulaabi, bheegi hui nok baahar nikali.

aur behad aahista se... usne us jamuni, tanaav se bhare crown ke bilkul sire par, us nanhe se chhed par thahari hui kam-ras ki chamakeeli boond ko apni jeebh se chat liya.

*uphph!*

ek namakeen, teekha aur bijali jaisa kadawa-meetha swad Kaavya ki zaban par phail gaya. wo swad kisi amrit ki tarah uski ragon mein dauda. uski reedh ki haddi mein ek siharan daud gayi, aur uski yoni ne anajane mein hi paani ki ek garm dhar chhod di jo uski jaanghon ke andarooni hisse ko bhigo gayi.

aur phir, ek mook aur madahosh samarpan mein, Kaavya ne apni bheegi, garm jeebh ko us sanwale, tane hue shaft ki neeli nason par aahista-aahista neeche ki taraf phirana shuroo kiya. uski jeebh ki nok us garm, tanbe jaisi khal ko chatati hui ek sire se doosre sire tak ja rahi thi, aur uske peechhe lar ki ek patli, chamakeeli lakeer us andhere kamre mein maddham roshni ke neeche chamak rahi thi. us geeli, makhamali chatane ki chhuan se Tauji ka wo bhaari ang ek jhatake ke sath halke se phadak utha. Kaavya ke gale se ek kanpakapati si sisaki nikali, *“mmam...”*—us paurush ka kachcha, paseene wala swad uske sare hosh uda chuka tha.

ab koi wapasi Nahi thi. maryada ki aakhiri seema bhi par ho chuki thi.

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Kaavya ne apni donon hatheliyon ko Tauji ki sakht, gatheeli jaanghon par tikaya.

usne apni aankhen uthaeen, ek pal ke liye soe hue Tauji ke chehre ko dekha, aur phir... usne apne poore honthon ko ek gol, raseele dayare mein khol diya.

usne apne laal, lipstick lage honthon ko us wishal, sanwale ling ke jamuni crown par rakh diya.

aur phir, usne ek gehra, bhookha khinchaw paida kiya!

*pluppp!*

us shant, sannaate se bhare kamre mein... ek behad bareek, raseeli aur geeli choosane ki aawaz goonji! wo aawaz kisi pake hue phal ke chhilake se ras kheenchane jaisi thi.

Kaavya ka poora munh us ang ke wishal sire ko apne bheetar sama chuka tha. uske gaal bheetar ki taraf dhans gaye. uski garm, geeli zaban us chaude crown ke neeche ki sanwedanasheel nason par kisi reshami sanp ki tarah ghoomane lagi. uska munh itana chhota aur tang tha, aur Tauji ka wo ling itana wishal aur mota tha ki Kaavya ke honthon ke kinaare poori tarah khinchakar patle pad gaye the, lekin usne apni pakad dheeli Nahi ki!

usne apni gardan ko ek inch aur neeche dabaya.

*slarp... mmam...*

us wishal ang ki pehli do inch ki motaee Kaavya ke halak ki shuruaat ko chhoone lagi. uski saansen uski nak se tez-tez chalane lageen, aur uski aankhon ke konon se is aswabhawik phailaw ki wajah se paani ki do bareek boonden chhalak kar uske galon par dhulak gayin. lekin us dard mein bhi ek aisa haiwaniyat bhara sukh tha jo uski rooh ko kanpa raha tha.

usne apni aankhen oopar ki taraf ghumaeen, apne honthon ko us faulaadi shaft par kasate hue wo apne sir ko ek dheemi, layabaddh raphtar se oopar-neeche karane lagi.

*udhar IT park ke cabin mein... Rajesh ki kursi ke neeche se jaise zameen khisak gayi!*

Rajesh ne donon haathon se apne sir ko pakad liya. uski aankhen screen se baahar aane ko ho rahi thin, uske honth tharathara rahe the:

“Nahi... Nahi... Kaavya, yeh tum Nahi ho sakati... tum to... tum to mujhe chhoone tak Nahi deti thin... tumane ise... tumane Tauji ke... apne munh mein le liya?!”

Rajesh ki chhaati mein itani bhayanak jalan aur apaman ka bawandar utha ki use laga uska dil phat jaega. jis munh ko wo apni chhah sal ki shadi mein kabhi hasil Nahi kar paya tha... jis munh ki pawitrata ke jhoothe kaseede wo samaj mein padhati thi... wahi munh is time uske apne boodhe Tauji ke pairon ke beech, zameen par ghutanon ke bal baithakar, unke saadhe aath inch ke ang ko kisi bhookhi waishya ki tarah nigal raha tha!

aur sabase bada khauf yeh tha ki Rajesh chahakar bhi apni aankhen us screen se hata Nahi pa raha tha! uske apne shareer mein ek aisi zahareeli, pabangedak aur namard uttejna ki aag dhadhak rahi thi jo use andar se jalakar khak kar rahi thi!

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lekin yeh tamaasha yaheen khatm Nahi hone wala tha.

jaise hi Kaavya ke munh ki wo khaulati hui, makhamali geelahat aur uski chanchal zaban ne us wishal ang ke nichale hisse ko apni poori takat se choosa...

Tauji ke poore 95 kilo ke soe hue jism mein ek bhayanak, 440 wolt ka bijali ka jhataka laga!

*“uphphaphaph...!”*

Tauji ke halak se ek behad dabi hui, ghonti hui aur chaunki hui karah phooti.

unki wo donon bajuen, jo plaster mein jakadi hui takiyon par padi thin, anajane mein hi jhatake se oopar utheen aur unke medical slings mein buri tarah khinch gayin. unki bhaari, chaudi chhaati ki sari nasen ek sath tan gayin, aur unke mathe par paseene ki moti-moti boonden phoot padeen.

aur phir...

kamre ke us thande, chandani bhare sannaate mein... Sukhdev Tauji ki aankhen jhatake se poori ki poori khul gayin!

unki neend ek hi second mein ud chuki thi.

shuruaat ke do second tak, Tauji ka dimaag samajh hi Nahi paya ki wo zinda hain ya koi bhayanak sapana dekh rahe hain. unako sirf apne pairon ke beech ek aisa bhayanak, jannat jaisa khinchaw mahasoos ho raha tha jo unki aatma ko nichod raha tha.

Tauji ne apni bhaari, jhurreedar palakon ko neeche jhukaya.

aur jo nazara unhone dekha... usne akhaade ke us 56 sal ke ajey pahalwaan ke hosh hamesha-hamesha ke liye uda diye!

saamne... unke apne donon phaile hue ghutanon ke beech... farsh par ghutanon ke bal baithi thi unki apni kulawadhoo: Kaavya!

Kaavya, jisane badan par sirf ek kaali bra pahan rakhi thi! jisaki nangi, gori peeth aur patli kamar par chandani chamak rahi thi... jisake mathe ka sindoor aur gale ka mangalasootr uske seene par jhool raha tha... aur jisake donon raseele, kheenche hue honthon ke bheetar unka apna poora ka poora mardana ang gaharaee tak samaya hua tha!

Kaavya ne Tauji ke jagane par apne munh ko peechhe Nahi kheencha!

usne apni aankhen oopar uthaeen.

chandani ki us maddham, thandi roshni mein... Kaavya ki badi, kajarari aur kam-wasana se andhi ho chuki aankhon ne Tauji ki chaunki hui, phati aankhon se seedha contact sadha!

Kaavya ki aankhon mein n koi sharm thi, n koi dar tha, aur n hi koi maphi ki bheekh thi.

un aankhon mein sirf ek hi paigam tha, ek bhookhi, madahosh aur belagam aurat ka khula ailan, jo apne halak ko aur zyada chauda karate hue us ang ko ek inch aur gehre nigal gayi, aur uski palaken Tauji ke saamne hi dheere se jhukakar phir uth gayin!

Tauji ka saans gale mein atak gaya. unke sookhe honth phadaphadae, lekin unki zaban se sirf ek tooti hui, kanpati hui phusaphusahat hi nikal saki:

*“h... bahu...?!”*

aur theek isi saans rok dene wale, dil ki dhadakanen tham dene wale maha-mod par... screen ka timestamp 01:26:15 AM par aakar thahar gaya!

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