[Joker44]

Shaam ke saat baj chuke the aur Andheri–Bandra ke us business hub ki glass wali building mein lights ek ek karke bujhne lagi thi. Arjun apne cubicle mein baitha laptop band kar raha tha, lekin uski ungliyan keyboard ke upar hi ruki hui thi, jaise unhe samajh hi nahi aa raha ho ki din khatam ho gaya hai. Naukri ka pehla din tha, aur woh din usne kisi ajeeb se sapne ki tarah jiya tha, jisme sab kuch theek bhi tha aur sab kuch galat bhi.

Subah jab woh Vikram ke saath kaali SUV se utar kar office pahuncha tha, toh reception wali ladki se lekar pantry ke peon tak sabne uth kar "Good morning sir" kaha tha. Vikram ne poore floor ke beech khade ho kar Arjun ke kandhe par haath rakha tha aur zor se kaha tha, "Yeh Arjun hai, meri wife ka bhatija. Aaj se yeh humare saath kaam karega. Isko achhe se kaam sikhao, aur koi isko boss ka rishtedaar samajh ke chhoot mat dena." Sab hans pade the, aur Arjun ne bhi muskura ke sir jhuka diya tha, lekin us ek line ne uske andar kuch tod diya tha. Meri wife ka bhatija. Jis aurat ne use nau mahine kokh mein rakha tha, jisne uske college ke tiffin bharke diye the, jisne bukhaar mein raat raat bhar uske maathe par geeli patti rakhi thi, woh aaj is aadmi ki wife thi, aur Arjun uska bhatija.

Baaki sab kuch, sach kahe toh, bahut achha tha. HR wali ladki ne jab offer letter uske haath mein diya toh usne salary wali line do baar padhi, kyunki woh uske pichle kaam se dedh guna thi. Lunch ke waqt Vikram ne use apne cabin mein bulaya tha aur bina kisi lag-lapet ke kaha tha, "Dekh Arjun, ghar pe hum rishtedaar hain, par yahan main tera direct boss hoon. Chhe mahine mann laga ke, imaandari se kaam kar, main tujhe permanent kar dunga. Phir tera future set hai, kisi ke aage haath phailane ki zaroorat nahi padegi." Arjun ne sir hila diya tha, kyunki is offer ko thukraane ka koi kaaran nahi tha. Kaaran sirf ek tha, aur woh kaaran woh is duniya mein kisi ko nahi bata sakta tha.

Mushkil yeh thi ki Vikram ka cabin uske cubicle ke theek bagal mein tha, aur dono ke beech sirf ek patli si frosted glass ki deewar thi, jisme se aawaaz aaram se aar-paar ho jaati thi. Aur Vikram dheere bolne wala aadmi nahi tha.

Gyarah baje pehla phone aaya. Arjun ne suna ki Vikram ne apni kursi peeche ki aur hanste hue kaha, "Haan meri jaan, pahunch gaya. Arjun bhi theek hai, tension mat le, main hoon na." Phir uski aawaaz thodi neeche gayi, par itni bhi nahi ki deewar ke us paar na pahunche. "Aur tu kya kar rahi hai? Kitchen mein? Achha, kya pehna hai abhi? Wahi aasmaani wali? Shaam tak mat badalna, main aake khud utaarunga." Arjun ki ungliyan keyboard par jam gayi aur screen par cursor der tak ek hi jagah tim-timaata raha.

Teen baje doosra phone aaya, aur is baar Vikram cabin ka darwaza band karna bhi bhool gaya tha. "Theek se chal nahi pa rahi? Toh lete raho na, kisne kaha kaam karne ko… Haan haan, mujhe pata hai kisne kiya hai," aur phir woh zor se hansa. "Paanch din, haan? Main gin raha hoon. Aaj ka din aadha gaya hai, poora nahi ginunga." Uske baad ek dheemi, gehri baat hui jo Arjun ko sunaayi nahi di, aur us baat ke baad Vikram ki ek lambi, santusht hansi aayi jo poore floor par phail gayi.

Arjun ne headphones utha ke kaanon par laga liye. Usne koi gaana nahi chalaya. Bas lagaye rakhe, jaise unki khaamoshi deewar ke us paar ki aawaaz ko rok legi.



Uske andar do aawaazein ek doosre se lad rahi thi. Ek kehti thi ki dekh, woh aadmi tere maa ko khush rakh raha hai, din mein do do baar phone karta hai, uske kapdon ka dhyaan rakhta hai, use hansaata hai, aur Papa ne pichle bees saal mein shaayad ek baar bhi maa ko aise phone nahi kiya hoga. Shaayad yeh achha hai. Shaayad maa sach mein khush hai. Lekin doosri aawaaz turant use rok deti thi. Nahi, woh 'meri jaan' Vaishali ko nahi, Meera ko bol raha hai, aur Meera naam ki koi aurat kabhi thi hi nahi. Woh meri maa hai, aur maine khud use ek aise jhooth mein baandh diya hai jiske khulte hi sab kuch jal jaayega. Use is jhooth se nikaalna hoga. Aur yeh kaam mujhe hi karna hoga, kyunki yeh jhooth maine shuru kiya tha.

Saat baje Vikram apne cabin se bahar aaya, car ki chaabi ungli mein ghumata hua, aur Arjun ke cubicle par jhuk ke bola, "Chal Arjun, ghar chalte hain. Teri bhabhi ne aaj zaroor kuch special banaya hoga."

Arjun dheere se khada hua. "Bhaiya, woh… aaj main aapke saath nahi chal paunga. Doston ko bataya tha ki naukri lag gayi hai, toh woh party maang rahe hain. Aaj hi milne bula liya hai."

Vikram ek pal ke liye ruka aur phir zor se hans pada. Usne Arjun ki peeth par ek zordaar thapki maari. "Arre wah, pehle hi din party! Ja ja, aish kar." Usne apna wallet nikaala aur do hazaar ke note Arjun ki shirt ki jeb mein thoons diye. "Yeh meri taraf se. Bas zyada mat peena, kal subah nau baje office hai, aur yaad rakh, yahan main tera boss hoon, rishtedaar nahi."

"Yaad hai, bhaiya," Arjun ne kaha.

Vikram lift ki taraf chala gaya aur chalte chalte hi phone milaane laga. Lift ke darwaze band hone se theek pehle Arjun ne uski aawaaz suni, "Haan meri jaan, nikal gaya hoon. Bas aadhe ghante mein…"

Arjun ne apna phone nikaala aur Papa ka number milaaya. Teen ghanti ke baad Ramesh ki thaki hui aawaaz aayi. "Haan Arjun?"

"Papa, aapne kal kaha tha na ki koi naya lawyer mila hai?"

"Haan, ek Deshpande hai, Andheri station ke paas baithta hai. Pichle wale ne toh sunte hi haath khade kar diye the. Yeh shaam ko aath baje tak milta hai. Main abhi nikal hi raha tha."

"Main bhi aa raha hoon, Papa. Address bhej do."

Phone kaatne ke baad usne Vikram ke diye hue do hazaar ke note jeb se nikaal ke dekhe, ek pal tak unhe dekhta raha, aur phir chupchaap wapas rakh diye.

Aadhe ghante baad, jab flat ka darwaza khula, toh Vikram ne andar aate hi sabse pehla kaam yeh kiya ki peeche mud ke chitkani laga di.

Meera hall mein khadi thi aur usne subah wali aasmaani saree badal li thi. Ab woh ek gehre maroon rang ki satin ki sleeveless nighty mein thi, jiske patle patle straps uske gore kandhon par tike hue the aur jo uske ghutno tak aati thi. Kamar par ek dheela sa belt bandha tha jo uske bhare hue kooldon ki golai ko aur ubhaar raha tha. Baal khule the aur ek taraf kandhe par girey hue the, honthon par halki gulabi lipstick thi, aur nighty ka gala itna gehra tha ki uske bhaari boobs ke beech ki gori ghaati saaf jhaank rahi thi. Use dekh ke koi nahi keh sakta tha ki yeh wahi aurat hai jo kuch mahine pehle tak sirf cotton ki saadi saree aur poore baazu ke blouse mein ghar ke kaam karti thi.



Vikram darwaze par hi ruk gaya aur use upar se neeche tak dekha. "Maine kaha tha na, saree mat badalna."

"Saree mein bahut dard ho raha tha," Meera ne halki si muskaan ke saath kaha aur dheere dheere uski taraf badhi, uski chaal mein ab bhi kal raat ki thodi si lachak baaki thi. "Kyun, yeh tumhe pasand nahi aaya?"

"Pasand?" Vikram ne apna office bag zameen par phenka, do kadam mein uske paas pahuncha aur use kamar se pakad ke utha liya, itna ki Meera ke panje zameen se upar uth gaye aur uske boobs Vikram ke seene se daba gaye. "Tu jaan boojh ke mujhe tadpa rahi hai na? Subah paanch din bol ke, aur ab shaam ko aise kapde pehen ke?"

Meera ne apni baahen uski gardan mein daal di aur uske honthon ko halke se choom liya. Phir usne apna maatha uske maathe se tika diya aur dheere se poocha, "Pehle yeh batao, Arjun kaisa raha aaj? Theek se kaam kiya usne? Kisi ne kuch kaha toh nahi?"

Uski aawaaz mein ek alag hi narmi thi, ek aisi fikr jo woh chhupa nahi paayi. Vikram ke liye yeh ek bua ki fikr thi apne bhatije ke liye. Par Meera ke andar, Vaishali ke andar, yeh ek maa ka dil tha jo subah se is baat par atka hua tha ki uska beta apni pehli badi naukri ke pehle din kaise kar raha hoga, kisi ne use daanta toh nahi, usne lunch kiya ya nahi.

Vikram ne use neeche utaara, par kamar nahi chhodi. "Bahut achha kaam kiya usne. Seedha-saada ladka hai, mehnati hai, sab se izzat se baat karta hai. Mere team leader ne bhi bola ki ladka jaldi seekhta hai." Usne uske gaal par ungli phiraayi. "Tu chinta mat kar, Meera. Agar aise hi kaam karta raha toh chhe mahine mein main use permanent kar dunga. Uski zindagi set kar dunga, waada hai."

Meera ki aankhen chamak uthi aur ek pal ke liye unme halki si nami tair gayi, jo usne jaldi se palkein jhapka ke chhupa li. Uske beta ka future, jiske liye usne aur Ramesh ne saalon tak paise jode the aur raaton ko jaag ke chinta ki thi, woh is aadmi ne ek line mein set kar diya tha. Usne Vikram ka chehra dono haathon mein pakda aur is baar use choomne mein koi jhijhak nahi thi.

Woh kiss pehle wali se bilkul alag thi. Meera ne apne honth khol diye aur Vikram ka nichla honth apne honthon ke beech le ke dheere dheere choosne lagi, phir apni zubaan uske honthon par phiraayi aur uske munh ke andar utaar di. Woh panjon par uthi hui thi, uski ungliyan Vikram ke baalon mein ghusi hui thi, aur woh use itni gehraai se choom rahi thi jaise apni saari khushi, saara shukriya usi ek chumban mein utaar dena chahti ho. "Mmmhh… mmm…" uske gale se halki siskiyan nikal rahi thi aur uske boobs Vikram ke seene par ragad kha rahe the.



Vikram ne use sofa ki taraf dheere dheere peeche dhakela aur dono sofa par gir gaye, Meera neeche aur Vikram uske upar. Satin uske haathon ke neeche makkhan ki tarah phisal raha tha. Usne ek haath uski nangi jaangh par rakha aur dheere dheere upar le gaya, nighty ke kinare tak, lekin Meera ne apni ungliyan uski kalaai par rakh di aur use wahin rok diya.

"Wahan nahi," usne uske honthon par phusphusaaya. "Aaj dopahar ko shuru ho gaye."

Vikram ne ek lambi saans chhodi aur apna maatha uske kandhe par tika diya, jaise kisi ne uski sabse pyaari cheez cheen li ho. Meera ko us par itna pyaar aaya ki woh khud hi hans padi. Usne uska haath uthaya aur khud apne seene par rakh diya.

Vikram ko aur kisi ishaare ki zaroorat nahi thi. Usne satin ke upar se uske bhare hue boob ko apni poori hatheli mein bhar liya aur dheere se dabaya. Nighty ke andar kuch nahi tha, aur patle kapde ke neeche uska nipple turant sakht ho ke uski hatheli mein chubhne laga. Usne doosra haath bhi lagaya aur dono boobs ko neeche se utha ke ek saath masalne laga, angoothon se nipples ko gol gol ragadte hue. Meera ki kamar sofa se upar uth gayi. "Aaahh… Vikram… dheere… in dinon bahut sensitive ho jaate hain…"

"Toh aur bhi achha," usne kaha, aur jhuk ke apne daanton se ek strap pakad ke uske kandhe se neeche khiska diya.

Maroon satin dheere se neeche phisla aur uska ek gora, bhaari boob khul ke saamne aa gaya, jiska bhoora nipple thandi hawa lagte hi aur sikud gaya. Vikram ne pehle use bas dekha, jaise pehli baar dekh raha ho, phir apne honth uspe rakh diye. Pehle halka sa choomna, phir zubaan se nipple ke chaaron taraf dheere dheere gol ghumaana, aur phir use poora munh mein le ke lamba, gehra choosna. Meera ki ungliyan uske baalon mein kas gayi, aankhen band ho gayi aur sar sofa ke handle par peeche gir gaya. "Mmmmhhhh… Vikram…"

Usne doosra strap bhi neeche kar diya aur ab Meera ke dono boobs khule the, kabhi uske haathon mein, kabhi uske munh mein. Woh ek ko choosta toh doosre ko masalta, halke se daant gadaata aur phir usi jagah zubaan ka marham lagaata. Meera ki saansein siskiyon mein toot rahi thi aur uski jaanghein ek doosri se ragad rahi thi, aur woh achhi tarah jaanti thi ki aaj is aag ka koi ilaaj nahi hai.

Phir usne Vikram ka chehra upar uthaya, uske kaan ke paas apne honth le gayi aur dheemi, kaanpti aawaaz mein kaha, "Bas yeh paanch din jaane do. Phir tumhe jo achha lage, woh kar lena."

Kehte hi uske gaal kaan tak laal ho gaye. Usne apna chehra Vikram ki gardan mein chhupa liya, jaise khud apni baat par yakeen na kar paa rahi ho ki usne yeh kaha hai.

Vikram ke poore jism mein jaise aag lag gayi. Usne Meera ka chehra zabardasti apni gardan se nikaala, use apni aankhon ke saamne kiya, aur ek pal tak uske sharmaate hue chehre ko dekhta raha. Phir usne uske nichle honth ko apne daanton mein pakad ke halke se kaat liya, itna ki Meera ke munh se ek tez "ssss… aah" nikal gayi, aur phir use itni bhookh se choomne laga ki Meera ki saans hi ruk gayi. Uska sakht lund pant ke andar se uski jaangh par dab raha tha.

"Jo achha lage?" usne uske kaate hue honth par zubaan phiraate hue poocha. "Soch le, Meera. Main bhoolne wala nahi hoon."

"Mat bhoolna," Meera ne phusphusaaya, aur sharma ke phir se aankhen band kar li.



Usi waqt, Andheri station ke paas ek purane commercial complex ki teesri manzil par, lift ka zang laga darwaza bahut der se aur bahut aawaaz ke saath khula.

Building ki deewaron par paint jagah jagah se chhil chuka tha aur corridor mein ek tube light tim-tima rahi thi. Ek darwaze par chhoti si naam plate lagi thi jisme sirf itna likha tha: "Adv. S. Deshpande – Legal Consultant". Ramesh pehle se bahar ek lohe ki bench par baitha tha, haath god mein jode hue aur kandhe jhuke hue, aur Arjun ko dekhte hi khada ho gaya.

Andar ka kamra chhota aur ghutan bhara tha. Ek purana sofa tha, table par files ke dher lage the, AC band tha aur sirf ek pankha ghoom raha tha jo har chakkar par khat-khat ki aawaaz karta tha. Lawyer chaalis ke aas paas ka aadmi tha, jiski shirt ke upar ke do button khule the, ungliyon mein sone ki moti angoothiyan thi aur munh mein paan. Usne dono ko upar se neeche dekha aur muskuraya, lekin us muskaan mein koi garmahat nahi thi.

"Baitho," usne kaha. "Batao, kya case hai."

Ramesh ne hi shuru kiya, dheemi aur ruki hui aawaaz mein. "Hamari ek behen hai. Uski shaadi ek aadmi se hui hai aur ab woh uske saath reh rahi hai. Hum chahte hain ki woh wapas aa jaaye. Agar koi tareeka ho toh bataiye."

Lawyer ne ungliyon mein pen ghumaaya. "Behen ki umar kitni hai?"

"Bayalis saal," Ramesh ne kaha.

"Aur aadmi ki?"

"Chaubees. Apna business hai, paise wala hai."

Lawyer ki bhaunhein upar uthi. Usne Arjun ki taraf dekha. "Aur tum?"

"Main inka beta hoon," Arjun ne kaha.

Lawyer kuch der chup raha. Phir aage jhuka, paan ki peek table ke neeche rakhe ek dabbe mein thooki aur seedha Ramesh ki aankhon mein dekha. "Sach bolo. Behen nahi hai na? Koi aur hai."

Ramesh ne kuch nahi kaha. Arjun ke haath uske ghutno par kaanp rahe the, aur us khaamoshi mein pankhe ki khat-khat achanak bahut tez lagne lagi.

"Dekho," lawyer ne is baar narmi se kaha, "agar mere saamne bhi jhooth bologe, toh main tumhari koi madad nahi kar sakta. Yeh seedha case nahi lag raha. Time lagega, aur jitna jhooth bologe, time aur fees dono utne hi badhenge."

Arjun ne nazar uthaayi. Uske gale mein kuch atak gaya tha aur aawaaz bahut mushkil se nikli. "Woh… meri maa hai."

Lawyer ruk gaya aur pen table par rakh diya. "Maa?"

"Haan."

"Arjun…" Ramesh ne use rokna chaha.

"Bas, Papa," Arjun ne kaanpti aawaaz mein kaha. "Ab kya chhupaana. Pichli baar bhi humne aadha sach bataya tha, isliye woh lawyer bhi bhaag gaya."

Lawyer ne dono ko der tak dekha, phir dheere se hans pada. Hansi lambi nahi thi, lekin bilkul saaf thi. "Bade kameene ho tum log. Apni biwi ko behen bana diya, aur apni maa ko ek chaubees saal ke ladke ki biwi. Woh bhi paison ke liye."

Arjun ki nazar zameen par gir gayi aur Ramesh ka chehra safed pad gaya.

"Achha," lawyer ne kursi par peeche tikte hue kaha, jaise aisi kahaniyan woh roz sunta ho. "Ab shuru se poora batao. Kuch bhi mat chhodna."

Aur Arjun ne sab bata diya. Matrimonial site ki woh profile, maa ki photos, umar 38 aur unmarried. Demand wala box, jisme usne khud apne haathon se 30 lakh cash, jewellery aur flat likha tha. Vikram ka seedha haan. Token ke paise. Vikram ke uncle ka phone aur Section 420 ki dhamki. Shaadi, pachchees lakh, aur bagal wala flat. Aur yeh bhi ki aaj tak Vikram use Meera ke naam se jaanta hai, Ramesh ki chhoti behen samajhta hai, aur aaj subah hi usne Arjun ko poore office ke saamne "meri wife ka bhatija" kehke introduce kiya tha.

Lawyer ne sab kuch dhyaan se suna, beech mein ek do baar sir hilaaya aur kuch notes likhe. Jab Arjun chup hua toh usne pen se table thokna shuru kiya aur kuch der sochta raha.

"Pichle lawyer ne kya kaha tha?" usne poocha.

"Ki agar humne case kiya, toh sabse pehle hum hi pakde jaayenge," Arjun ne dheere se kaha.

"Galat nahi kaha tha." Lawyer ne seedha uski aankhon mein dekha. "Profile tumhare email aur IP se bani hai, paisa tumhare baap ke account mein aaya hai, aur aurat pehle se shaadishuda hai. Agar tum log seedha court ya security officer ke paas gaye, toh woh ladka nahi phasega, tum teeno phasoge, aur sabse pehle tumhari maa."

Kamre mein sirf pankhe ki aawaaz reh gayi.

"Toh koi raasta hi nahi hai?" Ramesh ne toot-ti aawaaz mein poocha.

Lawyer ne paan ka ek aur tukda munh mein daala aur dheere dheere chabaate hue bola, "Raasta hai. Lekin seedha nahi, ulta. Kaagaz par woh ladka tumhari maa ka pati hai, theek? Toh kaagaz ko hi hathiyaar banana padega. Agar tumhari maa khud usse divorce maange, kisi aise kaaran se jo court mein khada ho sake, cruelty ho, ya ladke ki koi aur galti, toh case ladke par jaata hai, tumpar nahi. Aur ladka paise wala hai, chaubees saal ka hai, apna business hai. Aise case mein aurat ko achhi khaasi alimony bhi mil sakti hai. Maintenance. Ek mushth paisa."



Ramesh ne chaunk ke uski taraf dekha. Arjun ki bhi saans ek pal ke liye ruk gayi.

"Matlab maa wapas bhi aa sakti hai, aur…" Arjun ne vaakya adhoora chhod diya.

"Aur paise ke saath," lawyer ne uski baat poori ki, aur pehli baar uski muskaan mein thodi si chamak aayi. "Lekin abhi itna khush mat ho. Yeh bahut naazuk khel hai. Ladke ke paas tumhare khilaaf poori file hai, uske uncle ne pehle hi 420 ki dhamki de rakhi hai, aur ek galat kadam pe sab ulta pad sakta hai. Mujhe sochna padega ki yeh kaise karna hai, kis kaaran se, kis waqt, aur kaise ki ladka ya uska uncle kabhi palat ke tumhari taraf na dekhe."

Usne file band ki aur ek parchi par kuch likh ke Ramesh ki taraf badhaayi. "Aaj ki consultation fees. Aur agle hafte aana. Tab tak main kuch raasta nikaalta hoon."

Ramesh ne chupchaap jeb se paise nikaal ke table par rakh diye.

"Aur ek baat," lawyer ne unke uthte hi kaha. "Us ladke ko abhi kuch mat batana. Aur apni maa ko bhi nahi. Jab tak main na kahoon, woh aurat kuch na jaane. Aurat ka dil kab kis taraf jhuk jaaye, koi nahi jaanta, aur agar usne us ladke ko ek shabd bhi bata diya, toh sab khatam."

Dono uth khade hue. Lawyer ne unhe darwaze tak chhodne ki zehmat nahi uthaayi, woh paan ka naya beeda kholte hue phone par kisi ka number milaane laga.

Bahar corridor mein tube light ab bhi tim-tima rahi thi. Lift ka intezaar karte hue Ramesh ne dheemi aawaaz mein kaha, "Divorce aur alimony… Arjun, kya sach mein aisa ho sakta hai?"

Arjun ne jawab nahi diya. Uska haath jeb mein gaya aur ungliyon se Vikram ke diye hue do hazaar ke note takraaye. Jis aadmi ne aaj subah uske kandhe par haath rakh ke use apna bhatija bataya tha, lunch par uska future set karne ka waada kiya tha, aur shaam ko hanste hue party ke paise diye the, usi aadmi ke khilaaf ab woh kaagaz taiyaar karwaane ki soch raha tha, taaki uski maa us aadmi ke paise le ke wapas aa sake. Lawyer ki woh chhoti si, saaf hansi abhi bhi uske kaanon mein goonj rahi thi. Bade kameene ho tum log.

Lift aayi. Dono andar ghuse, darwaza band hua, aur neeche utarte waqt kisi ne ek shabd bhi nahi kaha.

Ghar pahunchte pahunchte das baj chuke the. Building ke gate par Vikram ki kaali SUV khadi thi. Arjun ne upar nazar uthaayi. Apne flat ki khidki mein Priya ke TV ki neeli roshni jal rahi thi, aur bagal wali khidki mein, parde ke peeche, ek halki si peeli roshni thi jisme kabhi kabhi kisi ki hansi ki parchhaai si hilti thi. Phir kisi ne andar se woh light bhi bujha di.

Arjun der tak gate par khada raha, phir Ramesh ke peeche peeche seedhiyan chadhne laga. Usne socha ki agle hafte tak sab theek ho jaayega, lawyer koi raasta nikaal lega, aur maa ghar wapas aa jaayegi. Lekin seedhiyan chadhte hue, aur bagal wale darwaze ke saamne se guzarte hue, use subah ka maa ka laal chehra yaad aaya, aur woh "kuch nahi" jo usne kaha tha, jisme jhooth toh tha, par dar bilkul nahi tha.

(Jaari…)