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usne Tauji ke haath saaf karae, paani ka bhara hua gilaas unke saamne rakha, aur phir unki khali thaali sametakar kitchen ke sync mein rakh di.

pharj poora karane ke bad... Kaavya ne apna sara dhyan, apni sari mamata apne pati par nyochhawar kar di.

wo taza, phooli hui rotiyan lekar Rajesh ki kursi ke paas I. usne apne haathon se Rajesh ki katori mein ek bada chammach ghar ka bana shuddh desi ghi dala.

"Rajesh, dopahar ko aapane kuchh Nahi khaya tha... aaj do roti zyada khaie. dekhie, kitani taza aur garam hain." Kaavya ka haath bahut hi apanepan se, ek haqadar beewi ki tarah Rajesh ke kandhe par tika hua tha. "aur Haan... agar sir mein ab bhi bhareepan lage, to mujhe bataiega. main sone se pehle badam ke tel se aapki malish kar doongi."

Rajesh ne Kaavya ke chehre ko dekha. Kaavya ki aankhon mein Rajesh ke liye wo agadh, pakeeza aur samarpit bhaw tha jisaki bheekh Rajesh pichhale chhah salon se mang raha tha.

Tauji ne paani peekar apni saans sanbhali, aur theek nau baje chupachap apne guest room mein jakar let gaye.

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raat ke saadhe das baj rahe the.

master bedroom ka split AC 22 degree par bilkul shant, thandi aur taza hawa phenk raha tha. kamre mein wo basi, damaghontoo umas Nahi thi. bedside lamp ki maddham, sunahari roshni king-size bed ki safed cotton ki chadaron par phaili hui thi.

Rajesh bistar par takie ke sahare adhaleta tha, apne phone par office ki kuchh pending emails sarasari taur par dekh raha tha. uske badan par dheela cotton pyjama aur neeli t-shirt thi.

tabhi bathroom ka darwaaza khula.

Kaavya baahar nikali. usne raat ke liye bahut hi shaleen, gehre jamuni rang ka modal silk ka nightgown pahan rakha tha, jo uske takhanon tak lamba tha. uske baal geele Nahi the, lekin unamen chameli aur gulab ke ark ki halki si thandi khushboo tair rahi thi.

Kaavya ne kamre ki mukhy light band ki. kamre mein sirf lamp ka halka, roomani sa ujaala rah gaya.

Kaavya bistar par I. wo pichhali raat ki tarah bistar ke us aakhiri chhor par do feet ki khandak banakar Nahi soee.

wo seedhe Rajesh ke qareeb sarak I.

usne apna sir Rajesh ke seene par rakh diya. uski patli, nazuk ungliyan bahut hi nazakat se Rajesh ki t-shirt ke oopar se uski chhaati ki haddiyon ko sahalane lageen. uski saansen Rajesh ki gardan par takara rahi thin.

Rajesh ne apna phone ek taraf rakh diya. usne apna haath Kaavya ki peeth par phera.

"Kaavya? neend Nahi aa rahi?"

Kaavya ne koi jawab Nahi diya. usne apna chehra oopar uthaya. uski badi-badi, kajarari aankhon mein aansuon ki ek patli si chamak thi, lekin us chamak ke bheetar ek pagalon jaisi, bekarar aur samarpit tadap thi.

usne aahista se apne honth Rajesh ke gaal par rakhe. phir uski thodi par... phir uski gardan par.

Rajesh ka saans phoolane laga. chhah sal ke waiwahik jeewan mein Kaavya ne hamesha pahal karane se parahez kiya tha; wo hamesha ek sankochi, paranparik aurat ki tarah nishkriy bani rahati thi. lekin aaj... uske badan se ek aisi khushboo, ek aisi aajnyakarita bah rahi thi jisane Rajesh ke dimaag ko sunn kar diya.

Kaavya dheere-dheere bistar par neeche ki taraf sarakane lagi.

uska jism razaee ke oopar ghutanon ke bal aaya. uski donon hatheliyan Rajesh ki jaanghon par tikeen.

aur phir... Kaavya ki nazuk, kanpati ungliyon ne Rajesh ke cotton pyjame ke nade ko pakada. usne bahut hi aahista se, bina kisi hichakichahat ke, us dori ko khola aur pyjame ko neeche ki taraf khisakana shuroo kiya.

Rajesh chaunk gaya. usne hadabada kar Kaavya ke kandhe par haath rakha:

"Kaavya?! yeh... yeh kya kar rahi ho tum?" Rajesh ki aawaz ladakhada gayi. "tumane to hamesha... chhah sal mein tumane kabhi apne haathon se bhi ise chhoone mein sankoch kiya tha... hamesha kahati thin ki tumako yeh sab ajeeb aur asahaj lagata hai..."

Kaavya ruki Nahi.

lekin Kaavya ke zehan ke bheetar us time wicharon ka ek khauphanak bawandar chal raha tha.

*‘raat ko jab Rajesh nashe mein besudh pade the... tab mainne apne pap ke prayashchit mein, apne is apawitr munh ko dhone ke liye inke pairon ke beech munh laga diya tha. aur Tauji ke saamne... wo chhah sal ki sookhi bhookh ka ek andha, pashawik pagalapan tha. lekin ab? ab jab Rajesh poori tarah hosh mein hain, jab wo khuli aankhon se mujhe dekh rahe hain... to main munh kaise laga sakati hoon?’*

Kaavya ka antarman kanp utha.

*‘chhah sal mainne is mard ke saamne khud ko ek sanbhrant, kulawadhoo aur susheel stri sabit kiya hai... mainne hamesha oral sex ko bazaroo auraton ki gandi hawas batakar nafrat se dutkara hai. agar aaj main achaanak inke saamne jhukakar inka ang apne munh mein bhar loon, to Rajesh kya sochenge? unke dimaag mein shak ka keeda Nahi kat lega ki jis cheez ko chhah sal tak chhoone se ghin aati thi, aaj achaanak usamen itani dilachaspi kahan se aa gayi? wo poochh baithenge ki yeh lat kahan se lagi... aur mera sara bhed khul jaega!’*

Kaavya ne ek bheegi, kanpati saans kheenchi.

*‘Nahi... main munh Nahi laga sakati. haathon ki sewa ko to main doktari malish aur nason ke ilaj ka nam dekar jayaz thahara sakati hoon... lekin munh lagane ki koi saphaee mere paas Nahi hai!’*

Kaavya ne lamp ki maddham roshni mein apna chehra oopar uthaya. uski kajarari aankhon mein aansuon ki ek patli, samarpit chamak thi.

usne Rajesh ki jaangh par apna ek haath tikate hue, wahi sadha hua bahaana doharaya:

"Rajesh... aap mere pati hain. mera sab kuchh aapse hai." Kaavya ki aawaz mein ek sisakati hui mithas thi. "mainne chhah sal bahut badi galati ki... main nasamajh thi, apni hi jhoothi jhijhak mein bandhi rahi. aaj dopahar jab main boutique mein thi, to mainne internet par doctors ke kaee medical articles padhe. bade-bade doctors ne likha hai ki agar beemari ki wajah se nason mein kamajori aa jae, to beewi ke pyaar bhare, narm haathon ke sparsh aur gentle massage se khoon ka sanchar tezi se badhata hai... wo nasen dheere-dheere jagane lagati hain."

Kaavya ne side table se badam aur aloe vera wale moisturizer ki botal se do boonden apni hatheliyon par leen. usne apni donon hatheliyon ko aapas mein ragadakar unako halka sa garm kiya.

phir usne apni bheegi palaken uthakar seedhe apne pati ki aankhon mein dekha:

"main chahati hoon ki aap jaldi theek ho jaen Rajesh... main apne in haathon se, apne poore wajood se aapki sewa karana chahati hoon. mujhe apni sewa karane deejie na... please."

*‘mujhe apni sewa karane deejie na...’*

Rajesh ka kaleja munh ko aa gaya. wo janata tha ki yeh koi medical article Nahi tha; yeh uski beewi ka wo mook, rota hua prayashchit tha!

Rajesh ki aankhon se ek aansoo tapak kar takie mein sama gaya. usne Kaavya ke sir par haath phera. "Kaavya..."

Kaavya ne apni donon narm, garm aur chikani hatheliyan Rajesh ke us sust, chhote paurush ke charon taraf lapet leen.

*sass...*

kamre ke AC ki shant sarasarahat ke beech... Kaavya ki makhamali ungliyon ne us ang ko apni mutthi mein liya.

Kaavya ka sparsh behad komal, sadha hua aur mamata se bhara tha. usne apni chikani hatheli ko jad se lekar us nazuk crown tak bahut hi nazakat se phirana shuroo kiya.

lekin Kaavya ke haathon ki hatheliyon ko us ang ki kamazori saf mahasoos ho rahi thi. wo mans ka tukda behad nazuk, pilapila aur dheela tha; usamen koi faulaadi kasaw Nahi tha. Kaavya apne poore dil se apni ungliyon ko layabaddh tareeke se chala rahi thi, man hi man prarthana kar rahi thi: *‘jag jaie na... thode to sakht ho jaie...’*

aur doosri taraf... bistar par lete Rajesh ke bheetar ek alag hi kayamat machi hui thi!

chhah sal mein jis khoobasoorat, uchch-kuleen beewi ne kabhi use haath lagane tak se parahez kiya tha, wahi beewi aaj raat apni nazaren jhukae, poore samarpan se uske paurush ko apne haathon mein sahala rahi thi. lekin Rajesh apni mardana lachari ko dekhakar andar hi andar ghut raha tha.

*‘pehle... jab main poori tarah swasth tha, tab yeh kam se kam 4.5 se 4.7 inch tak tan jata tha... yahan tak ki jab main akele mein, raat ke andhere mein un hidan cameras ki recording dekhata hoon, tab bhi uttejna mein yeh 4 inch se oopar khinch jata hai. lekin aaj... jab meri apni itani khoobasoorat, saleekedar beewi khud mere bistar par ghutanon ke bal baithakar mujhe apne haathon se sahala rahi hai, to yeh bamushkil 3.5 inch par aakar hanph raha hai! khoon ki nasen sath hi Nahi de rahin...’*

aur Rajesh ki nazaren jab neeche jhuki hui Kaavya ke un surkh, bheege honthon par padeen... to uske seene mein ek bhayanak, hatash aur jalan bhari pyas jag uthi!

*‘kash... kash yeh apna sir thoda aur neeche jhuka le!’* Rajesh ka dil pagalon ki tarah cheekh utha. *‘kash yeh apne in gulaabi, raseele honthon ko kholakar ise apne munh ke bheetar bhar le!’*

Rajesh ke bheetar eershya aur kamukata ka ek aisa zahareela, wikrit bawandar utha jisane uski sochane-samajhane ki sudh chheen li.

*‘isne Tauji ke liye wo sab kuchh kiya! us 56 sal ke akhaade wale boodhe ke us 8.5 inch ke kaale khanbhe ko isne apne halak tak utar liya... uska gadha veerya ghoont-ghoont karake pi gayi! yahan tak ki kal raat jab main nashe mein so raha tha, tab bhi yeh mere pairon mein baithakar mera ang choosane ki koshish kar rahi thi... lekin aaj? aaj jab main jag raha hoon, jab main ise dekh raha hoon, to yeh sirf haathon se kam chala rahi hai!’*

lekin Rajesh janata tha ki wo ek lafz bhi Nahi bol sakata tha!

*‘main isase kah Nahi sakata... main zuban se mang Nahi kar sakata! agar mainne kaha ki “Kaavya, haath se Nahi, munh se karo na...”, to yeh turant chaunk jaegi! chhah sal isne oral ko chhoone tak se mana kiya hai. agar mainne achaanak munh ki mang kar di, to iska matha thanak jaega ki mujhe raat ki bat pata hai! aur agar ise zara si bhi bhanak lag gayi ki mainne iska sach dekh liya hai... to dopahar ke us search history ki tarah yeh sachamuch zahar kha legi! mujhe chup rahana hoga... mujhe is haath ki chhuan par hi sabr karana hoga!’*

aur theek usi pal... jaise hi Kaavya ki chikani, badami hatheli ne uske ang ke nazuk crown ko halka sa dabaya, Rajesh ke dimaag mein subah wali wo 1080p night-vision video kisi bijali ki tarah kaundh gayi!

uski band aankhon ke aage wo manzar nachane laga:
yahi Kaavya... uski apni khoobasoorat, susheel beewi... guest room ke us takht par nangi ghutanon ke bal baithi thi. Kaavya ke yahi nazuk, choodiyon se bhare haath Tauji ke us bhaari, roendar 8.5 inch ke faulaadi latth ko thame hue the... Kaavya ke yahi raseele honth us boodhe pahalwaan ke paurush ko apni jadon tak nigal rahe the... aur us ulte 69 ke seet mein Kaavya ki apni bheegi yoni Tauji ki safed-kaali khuradari dadhi se ragad kha rahi thi!

us drishy ki wo bhayanak, wikrit pabangedak kamukata aur jalan ki aag Rajesh ki nason mein khaulata hua lawa banakar daud gayi!

ek taraf apni patni ke paraye mard ke aage samarpan ki wo khauphanak, seena cheer dene wali eershya... aur doosri taraf usi awaidh, warjit phantasi se upaji wo andhi, pagalon jaisi kaamuk uttejna!

Rajesh yeh soch-soch kar pagal ho utha ki jo haath aaj uske chhote se ang ko sahala rahe hain, wo beeti raat us danaw jaise pahalwaan ke jism ko nichod rahe the! us jalan aur hawas ke dohare jhatake ne Rajesh ke kamazor snayu-tantr par aisa janalewa war kiya jise uska beemar jism ek pal bhi Nahi jhel saka.

Kaavya ko haath chalate hue abhi mushkil se **chalees ya pachaas second** hi hue the... abhi ek poora minute bhi Nahi beeta tha... ki us bhayanak eershya aur phantasi ke charam par Rajesh ki saansen ukhad gayin!

"Kaavya... uff... ruko... main... main Nahi rok pa raha...!" Rajesh ke munh se ek bebas, ghutati hui cheekh nikali.

uski peeth bistar se oopar uth gayi, uske pair ki ungliyan ainth gayin, aur uske koolhon mein ek hinsak, aniyantrit kanpan hua!

*pich... pich...*

Kaavya abhi kuchh samajh pati, usase pehle hi Rajesh ka wo aadha-sakht ang Kaavya ki mutthi ke bheetar hi buri tarah phadak utha! us zahareeli eershya ke aaweg mein veerya ki ek bahut hi patli, paneeli aur kamazor si dhar chhootakar Kaavya ki hatheli, uski ungliyon aur chaadar ke ek kone par bikhar gayi.

sab kuchh... mahaz pachaas second ke bheetar khatm ho chuka tha!

Rajesh bistar par ulata gir pada. uska wo ang veerya chhootate hi palak jhapakate hi sikudakar wapas apni usi 2 inch ki bejan, murda halat mein ja gira.

kamre mein ek damaghontoo, sharmanak sannaata chha gaya.

Kaavya ki hatheliyon par wo paneela ras phaila hua tha. aur usi ek sannaate bhare pal mein... Kaavya ke seene ke bheetar ek bhayanak, thandi tees uthi.

*‘kya... bas itana hi?’*

Kaavya ke antarman mein ek pal ke liye ek rooh kanpa dene wali tulana kaundh gayi.

kahan beeti raat us 56 sal ke akhaade wale buzurg ka wo 8.5 inch ka faulaadi paurush... jo pandrah minute tak us ulte 69 ke seet mein bina thake, bina dige kisi lohe ke khanbhe ki tarah aag ugalata raha tha, jisane pehle Kaavya ko nichodakar charam par pahunchaya tha aur phir ek gadha, khaulata hua bhaari sailab uske halak mein utara tha... aur kahan uske 31 sal ke pati ka yeh nazuk, beemar ang, jo pachaas second ke haath ke pher mein hi paneeli boonden chhodakar murda ho gaya!

ek aurat ke taur par... uski chhah sal se sookhi, bhookhi jism ke kisi gehre, dabe hue kone mein ek teekhi, kachotati hui nirasha ki lahar zaroor daudi.

*‘kya chhah sal se main isi khaleepan ke sath Jee rahi hoon?’*

lekin Kaavya ne us nirasha ko usi ek second mein apne bheetar berahami se kuchal diya. usne apni aatma ko dhikkara: *‘chhih Kaavya! tu kitani neech hai! Rajesh beemar hain... wo tere pati hain, tere dewata hain! tu us pap se apne suhag ki tulana kar rahi hai?’*

udhar Rajesh ke chehre ka rang ud chuka tha. ek bhayanak heenabhawana, apaman aur sharm ki lahar ne uske poore wajood ko jhakajhor diya. wo apni beewi ke aage ek minute bhi Nahi tick saka tha!

Rajesh ne sharm ke mare apna munh takie mein chhipa liya. uski aawaz rundhi hui, tooti hui nikali:

"Kaavya... shit... I... I am so sorry..." Rajesh ki aankhon se bebasi ke aansoo chhalak pade. "main... main ek minute bhi Nahi jhel saka. hamesha ki tarah... main kuchh Nahi kar paya... main kitana bada bekar mard hoon..."

pati ke munh se yeh shabd nikalane hi wale the... ki Kaavya ne use beech mein hi rok diya!

aur jo hua, wo Rajesh ki kalpana se pare tha.

kayade se Rajesh ko sharminda hona chahie tha... lekin yahan **Kaavya khud donon haath jodakar, rote hue apne pati se maphi mangane lagi!**

beeti raat ke us pap ke bojh tale dabi Kaavya ke dil mein itani bhayanak guilt thi ki usne Rajesh ki is nakami ka sara theekara apni hi nasamajhi par phod liya!

"Nahi Nahi Rajesh! aap sorry mat bolie... bhagawan ke liye aisa mat kahie!" Kaavya ne kanpate haathon se side table se tissue paper kheenche aur pagalon ki tarah apni hatheli ponchhane lagi. uski aawaz mein ek dari hui, gidagidati hui winamrata thi:

"galati meri hai Rajesh... main bahut anadi hoon! chhah sal mein mainne kabhi yeh sab Nahi kiya... mujhe theek se pakadana hi Nahi aaya. shayad mainne bahut zor se daba diya, ya bahut tez haath chala diya... mujhse galati ho gayi Rajesh, mujhe maf kar deejie! aap apne aap ko mat kosie, please..."

Rajesh ne phati-phati aankhon se apni beewi ko dekha. wo dang rah gaya. jo mard pachaas second mein dher ho gaya tha, usi mard ke aage uski beewi haath jodakar apni galati man rahi thi!

Kaavya ne tissue se apni hatheli ko poori tarah saaf kiya. phir usne ek aur taza tissue lekar bahut hi nazakat, mamata aur aadar se Rajesh ke us sust ang ko ponchhakar saf kiya. usne bahut pyaar se Rajesh ka pyjama oopar chadhaya aur uska nada bandh diya.

phir Kaavya bistar par oopar sarak I.

usne apna sir Rajesh ke seene par rakh diya. usne apne donon haath uske gale mein dal diye aur bahut hi komalata se uske mathe par apne honth rakh diye.

Kaavya ki aawaz mein ek aisa maraham tha jisane Rajesh ke toote hue paurush ko ek hi pal mein sanbhal liya:

"Rajesh... meri taraf dekhie." Kaavya ne Rajesh ke gaal ko apni hatheli mein thama. "bilkul pareshan mat hoie. us medical article mein doctors ne saf-saf likha tha ki itane hafton ki beemari aur bhaari dawaon ke bad jab nason mein pehli bar jan lautati hai, to shuruaat mein aisa hi hota hai. nasen itani nazuk hoti hain ki zara si chhuan par veerya chhoot jata hai. lekin kam se kam aapke shareer ne respond to kiya! yeh to bahut achchhi shuruaat hai Rajesh."

Kaavya ne Rajesh ki aankhon mein dekhakar ek bheegi, sukoon bhari muskan di:

"dheere-dheere jab main roz aapki sewa karoongi... to nason mein takat lautegi, time bhi badhega. aap bas khud ko kamazor mat samajhie. aap mere paas hain, mere liye yahi meri duniya hai. mujhe aur kuchh Nahi chahie."

Rajesh ne Kaavya ko apni chhaati se bheench liya.

uske seene se ek bhaari, kanpati hui saans nikali. wo janata tha ki Kaavya ne uske toote hue mardane ahankar ko bachane ke liye apni hi nirasha ko pi liya tha. wo janata tha ki beeti raat usne kya dekha tha aur aaj raat usne kya paya tha... lekin Kaavya ke is agadh, niswarth samarpan ne Rajesh ke dil mein uske liye wo jagah bana di thi jahan ab koi shak, koi gussa Nahi tick sakata tha.

Kaavya Rajesh ki bahon mein simati rahi. aur kuchh hi der mein, us thande AC ke neeche, wo apne pati ki chhaati par sir rakhe ek gehri, shant aur masoom neend mein so gayi.

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subah ke theek saadhe chhah baje...

Pune ke poorwi aasaman se sunahari, gulaabi dhoop ki kiranen balcony ke raste flat 903 ke marble ke farsh par utar rahi thin.

kitchen mein chai ki ketli dheemi aanch par khadabada rahi thi. tazi pisi adrak aur hari ilaaychi ki mahak poore ghar mein phaili hui thi.

Kaavya naha-dhokar, halke peele rang ki sadi cotton ki sadi mein taiyar khadi thi. uski mang mein gehra laal sindoor chamak raha tha, aur mathe par ek chhoti si maharoon bindi thi. uska chehra shant tha, jaise kisi bhayanak toofan ke bad samandar ki laharen poori tarah se tham chuki hon.

Kaavya ne adrak-ilaaychi ki khaulati chai ko do kapon mein chhana.

tabhi hall se Sukhdev Tauji ke bhaari aur dheeme kadamon ki aahat I. wo apne guest room se baahar nikalakar hall mein rakhe diwan ki taraf badh rahe the. unke donon haathon par wahi safed, bhaari plaster bandha tha, safed-kaali dadhi mein chehra utara hua tha, aur chal mein ek sankochi, boodhi lachari thi. un bandhe hue haathon se wo khud paani ka gilaas tak dhang se Nahi pakad sakate the, chai ka garam cup uthana to door ki bat thi.

Kaavya ne Tauji ki aahat sunate hi apni nazaren neeche jhuka leen. uski palaken farsh par tick gayin.

lekin wo janati thi ki Tauji ke donon haath toote hain; wo ek asahay buzurg ko chai aur dawa ke liye tarasata hua Nahi chhod sakati thi. bahu ka pharj aur teemaradari ki maryada donon apni jagah adig the.

usne ek chhote se tray mein chai ki pyali, paani ka ek chhota gilaas aur Tauji ki subah ki calcium ki goli rakhi. wo behad sadhe hue, shant kadamon se hall mein I aur diwan ke paas rakhi chhoti tipaee par tray tika di.

"Tauji... baithie. aapki subah ki dawa ka time ho gaya hai," Kaavya ne behad sadhi hui, aupacharik aur sammanajanak aawaz mein kaha. uski nazaren farsh ki marble par hi jami rahin.

Tauji diwan ke kinaare baith gaye. unka sir sharm aur guilt se jhuka hua tha.

Kaavya ne aage badhakar pehle paani ka gilaas Tauji ke honthon se lagaya taaki wo apni goli nigal saken. phir usne chai ki pyali ko donon haathon se thamakar bahut hi nazakat aur aadar se Tauji ke honthon se lagaya:

"sanbhalakar peejiega Tauji... chai garam hai."

Tauji ne Kaavya ke haathon ke sahare se chai ki do ghoont bhareen. unki patharaee hui, boodhi aankhon mein apni is kulawadhoo ke prati kritajnyata aur guilt ke aansoo chhalak aae. beeti raat ke us mahapap ke bad bhi, bahu ne unke toote hue jism ki teemaradari se munh Nahi moda tha... lekin un donon ke beech ek adrishy, abhedy maryada ki deewaar khadi ho chuki thi.

"jeeti rah... bahu," Tauji ne behad rundhi hui, kanpati aawaz mein kaha. "bhagawan tujhe... hamesha sukhi rakhe."

"Jee Tauji," Kaavya ne bina nazar uthae, sirf gardan jhukakar jawab diya.

yeh **"pakeeza deewaar"** thi... wo atoot maryada jo ab agale chhah hafton tak is ghar ki har saans par pahara dene wali thi.

agale 45 dinon tak... jab tak us orthopedic clinic mein katar ki aari se Tauji ke donon haathon ka wo bhaari plaster katakar alag Nahi ho jata, tab tak is ghar mein koi ungli kisi jism ko Nahi chhoone wali thi. Kaavya ki sewa sirf dal-roti, chai aur dawaee tak mahadood rahane wali thi; uski nazaren zameen par rahane wali thin; aur uska poora dil, uska poora samarpan sirf uske pati Rajesh aur saptahant par aane wali beti Anu ke liye safe rahane wala tha.

aur Tauji? wo apne us 8.5 inch ke akhaade wale paurush aur apni jismani takat ko apne bheetar hi ghontakar, us lakadi ke diwan par ek tapaswi ki tarah apne prayashchit ke din katane wale the.

Kaavya ne doosra cup uthaya aur chehre par ek bheegi, sukoon bhari muskan liye bedroom ki taraf badh gayi, jahan uska pati jag chuka tha.

ek bhayanak bawandar shant ho chuka tha... lekin us 45 din ki khamoshi ke bheetar, hawas aur pyas ka ek aisa pressure cooker pakana shuroo ho chuka tha jo bahut jald maryada ki har deewaar ko cheerane wala tha!

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