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Woh paanch din aakhir guzar gaye. Chauthe din pet ka woh halka sa dard chala gaya, paanchve din subah nahaate waqt Meera ne apne aap ko aaine mein dekha aur uske gaal bina wajah garam ho gaye, aur chhathe din jab woh rasoi mein chai chhaan rahi thi, tab Vikram ne peeche se aa ke uski kamar mein baahen daali aur uske kaan ki lau ko daanton mein halka sa daba ke chhod diya. Kuch kaha nahi. Bas muskura ke office chala gaya, aur Meera poore din us muskaan ka matlab samajhti rahi. Us raat bhi woh der se aaya, Saturday ki party ke intezaam mein laga tha, aur thak ke uske seene par sir rakh ke so gaya. Agli raat bhi wahi hua. Meera ko khud par hairaani thi ki use bura lag raha tha.

Shanivaar ki shaam saat baje Vikram ghar aaya toh uske haath mein ek bada, kaala, chamakdaar dabba tha, jispar ek mehenge Bandra boutique ka naam sunehre aksharon mein likha tha. Usne woh dabba bistar par rakha aur Meera ki taraf aise dekha jaise koi bachcha apna sabse pyaara khilona dikhaane wala ho. "Khol," usne kaha. "Aaj ki party ke liye."

Meera ne dabba khola aur ek pal ke liye uski saans ruk gayi. Andar tissue paper ki tehon ke beech ek dress thi. Saree nahi, salwar nahi, koi Indian cheez nahi. Ek lambi, gehri wine-red rang ki satin ki dress, itni mulaayam ki haath mein lete hi ungliyon se phisal jaaye. Usne use utha ke dekha. Upar sirf do patli, dhaage jaisi straps thi. Aage ka gala ek gehra V tha jo seene ke beech tak utarta tha, itna gehra ki use pehen ke boobs ki ghaati ka poora gaddha dikhe. Peeche ka hissa lagbhag tha hi nahi, kamar ke theek upar tak poori peeth khuli, sirf beech mein do patli criss-cross doriyan. Kamar par kapda jism se chipakta tha, aur neeche woh ghutno tak aate aate ek taraf se itna khula tha ki chalte waqt poori gori jaangh dikhe.



"Vikram…" Meera ne dress ko apne seene se laga ke dekha, aur phir aaine mein khud ko dekha. "Yeh… yeh main kaise pehnungi? Itna khula? Wahan tumhare office ke sab log honge, tumhare papa ke log, bade bade log. Mujhe thoda ajeeb lagega. Main saree pehen leti hoon na, woh hari wali jo tumne—"

Vikram uske peeche aaya, uske kandhon par haath rakhe aur aaine mein uski aankhon mein dekha. "Mujhe yeh pasand hai," usne seedha kaha. "Tu meri biwi hai, Meera. Main chahta hoon aaj sab dekhein ki Vikram Deshmukh ki biwi kaisi hai. Aur sab jalen." Usne uske kandhe par ek chhota sa chumban diya. "Bas aaj. Mere liye."



Meera ne aaine mein us aadmi ko dekha, jo use aise dekh raha tha jaise duniya mein usse khoobsurat kuch na ho, aur uska saara virodh dheela pad gaya. "Theek hai," usne dheere se kaha. "Tumhare liye."

Aadhe ghante baad jab woh bathroom se nikli, toh Vikram bistar par baitha joote ke feete baandh raha tha aur uske haath wahin ruk gaye. Satin uske jism par paani ki tarah beh raha tha. Uske bhare hue, bhaari boobs gehre V mein aise kase the ki har saans ke saath unki golai upar neeche hoti, aur beech ki ghaati mein ek patli sone ki chain chamak rahi thi. Kamar par kapda chipka hua tha aur uske neeche kooldon ka bhaari, gol ubhaar har qadam par lehraata, aur jab woh mudi toh uski poori gori, chikni peeth, kandhon se le ke kamar ke us gaddhe tak, nangi thi. Usne baal khule chhode the, ek taraf, halki lehron mein, kaanon mein chhote heere ke tops, honthon par dress se milta wine-red rang, aur pairon mein oonchi heel jisme woh pehli baar chal rahi thi aur isliye uski chaal mein ek nayi, dheemi lachak thi. Bayalis saal ki Meera aaj apni umar ki poori garmi ke saath khilti hui ek khatarnaak aurat lag rahi thi.

Vikram dheere se utha aur uske paas aaya. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Usne bas uska chehra dono haathon mein liya aur use choom liya. Pehle dheere, phir gehra, uske honthon ko apne honthon mein le ke choosta hua, phir apni zubaan uske munh mein utaar ke, aur Meera ne panjon par uth ke uski gardan mein baahen daal di aur waise hi jawab diya. Uske haath uski nangi peeth par phisle, reedh ki haddi par neeche tak, aur kamar ke us gaddhe par ruk gaye jahan satin shuru hota tha. Meera ke gale se ek dabi hui "mmmh" nikli.



Vikram ne apne honth hataaye, lekin uska maatha uske maathe se laga raha. Usne dheemi, bhaari aawaaz mein kaha, "Mujhe pata hai tere periods khatam ho gaye hain. Do raat se main jaan boojh ke chup tha. Aaj raat main tujhe poora enjoy karunga, Meera. Itna ki tu bhool jaayegi tera naam kya hai."

Meera ke gaal kaan tak laal ho gaye. Usne nazar jhuka li, apna honth daanton mein dabaaya, aur bina kuch kahe, sharmaate hue, dheere se sir hila diya.



Party Bandra ke ek paanch sitaara hotel mein thi, unchi building ki sabse oopar wali manzil par ek bada banquet hall, jiski ek taraf poori glass ki deewar thi aur bahar samundar ki kaali lehron par shehar ki roshni tim-tima rahi thi, aur hall ke upar ek khula terrace tha jahan se poora Bandra dikhta tha. Yeh Deshmukh Group ki saalaana party thi. Meera ko gaadi mein hi pata chala tha ki jis company mein Vikram kaam karta hai aur jise woh "apna business" kehta hai, woh asal mein uske papa ki poori company thi, ek bada group jiske kai department the, factories thi, aur Vikram abhi uske ek department ka head tha. "Papa chahte hain main neeche se seekhun," usne hanste hue kaha tha. Meera ne kuch nahi kaha tha, lekin uske andar kuch ajeeb sa hila tha. Jis ghar mein Ramesh aur Arjun ne use paison ke liye bheja tha, woh unki soch se kahin bada tha.

Jaise hi woh dono hall mein ghuse, Meera ko laga jaise kisi ne music ki aawaaz dheemi kar di ho. Har chehra ek pal ke liye unki taraf muda. Mardon ki nazrein seedhe uske V par gayi, phir uski khuli jaangh par, aur jab woh Vikram ke saath aage badhi aur unhone uski nangi peeth dekhi, toh do teen logon ne apne glass hothon tak aadhe raaste mein rok diye. Auraton ki nazrein alag thi, unme jaanch thi, jalan thi, aur chhupi hui taarif. Meera ka pehla mann hua ki woh Vikram ke peeche chhup jaaye. Phir Vikram ka haath uski nangi kamar par aaya, garam, pakka, aur usne apne kandhe seedhe kar liye.



Agle aadhe ghante Vikram use ek ke baad ek logon se milwaata raha. "Meri wife, Meera." Finance ke head Joshi sahab aur unki biwi, jo motiyon se ladi hui thi. Marketing ke head Bhalla, ek moti tond wale saath saal ke aadmi jinhone uska haath zaroorat se zyada der tak pakde rakha. Do bade builder, ek steel company ka maalik, aur kuch videshi chehre. Har koi Vikram se haath milaata, Meera ki taraf dekh ke muskuraata, aur kuch na kuch keh deta. "Vikram, tumne toh chhupa ke rakha tha." "Bhabhi ji, aap toh party ki jaan hain."

Aur har kuch minute baad, jab koi doosri taraf mudta, Vikram jhuk ke uske kaan mein kuch keh deta. "Bhalla ki aankhen dekh, tere boobs mein ghusi jaa rahi hain. Bechaare ki biwi ko aaj raat bahut mehnat karni padegi." Meera ne uski kohni mein chikoti kaati. Thodi der baad, champagne ka glass pakdaate hue, "Yeh dress utaarne mein mujhe sirf ek second lagega, pata hai? Do straps. Bas." Aur phir, jab woh Joshi sahab ki biwi se uske gehno ki taarif kar rahi thi, Vikram ka haath uski peeth par neeche sarka, kamar ke gaddhe se bhi thoda neeche, satin ke kinaare tak, aur usne uske kaan mein phusphusaaya, "Andar kuch pehna bhi hai ya nahi?" Meera ne ek pal ke liye muskaan banaaye rakhi, gaal laal karte hue, aur phir dheere se uska haath upar kheench diya. "Ghar chal ke dekh lena," usne honth hilaaye bina kaha, aur Vikram dheere se hansa.



Hall ke ek kone mein, office ke baaki jawan ladkon ke saath, Arjun khada tha. Neeli shirt, haath mein cold drink ka glass, aur aankhein zyada tar zameen par. Usne Meera ko us dress mein aate dekha tha aur tab se woh uski taraf seedha dekh nahi pa raha tha. Uske aas paas ke ladke aapas mein phusphusa rahe the, aur uski gardan kaan tak laal thi. Kuch der baad, jab Vikram kisi videshi client ke saath baat mein laga tha, Meera khud uske paas aayi. Use dekh ke baaki ladke izzat se thoda door hat gaye.

"Khaana khaaya tumne?" usne poocha, bilkul waise hi jaise Dadar ke us chhote flat mein har raat poochti thi. "Yahan sab kuch chhota chhota hai, pet nahi bharega. Woh paneer wala starter aaya tha, liya?"



"Haan, bhabhi, le liya," Arjun ne kaha, aur uski nazar uske chehre par hi tiki rahi, zabardasti, jaise kahin aur jaane se darr rahi ho. "Aap… aap theek ho? Itne log…"

"Theek hoon," Meera ne muskura ke kaha. "Bas yeh heel mujhe maar degi. Tumhara kaam kaisa chal raha hai? Mehta wali report khatam hui?"

"Hui. Bhaiya ne kal sab ke saamne taarif bhi ki." Arjun ke chehre par ek chhoti si, sachchi khushi aayi aur turant chali gayi. "Papa pooch rahe the aap kaisi ho."

Meera ki muskaan ek pal ke liye kaanpi. "Unse kehna main theek hoon. Aur apni BP ki dawai time pe lein." Phir woh kuch aur kehne wali thi ki uski nazar hall ke beech mein chali gayi, aur uske shabd wahin atak gaye.

Vikram ke paas ek aurat khadi thi. Lambi, patli, tees ke aas paas, chhote kate hue baal, aur ek kaali, chamakti dress jo Meera ki dress se bhi chhoti thi. Woh Vikram ke itne paas khadi thi ki uske kandhe uski baah ko chhoo rahe the, aur hans rahi thi, sar peeche phenk ke, aur hanste hanste usne apna haath Vikram ke seene par rakh diya, shirt ke button ke paas, aur wahin rehne diya. Aur Vikram, uska Vikram, haath hataane ke bajaye muskura raha tha. Usne us aurat ke kaan ke paas jhuk ke kuch kaha, aur woh aurat phir hansi, aur usne Vikram ke gaal par ungli se ek halka sa thapka diya, jaise purani aadat ho.

Meera ke seene mein kuch jal utha. Use khud nahi pata tha ki yeh kya hai. Bees saal ki shaadi mein Vaishali ne Ramesh ke liye kabhi aisa kuch mehsoos nahi kiya tha. Lekin abhi uski ungliyan apne glass par itni kas gayi thi ki use laga glass toot jaayega. "Main aati hoon," usne Arjun se kaha, bina uski taraf dekhe, aur Arjun ne uski nazar ka peecha kiya, kuch samjha, aur chupchaap apne glass ko dekhne laga.

Jab tak Meera pahunchi, woh aurat jaa chuki thi, Vikram ke gaal par ek aakhri thapke ke saath aur ek "Call me, Vicky" ke saath. Vicky. Meera ne kabhi use Vicky nahi bulaaya tha.



"Kaun thi woh?" usne poocha, aur uski aawaaz utni shaant nahi thi jitna woh chahti thi.

Vikram ne glass hothon se lagaaya aur bilkul sahaj aawaaz mein kaha, "Natasha. Meri ex thi. College mein. Ab ek ad agency chalaati hai, humare kuch campaign usi ke paas hain."

"Ex," Meera ne dohraaya. "Aur woh tumhare seene par haath rakh ke khadi thi, aur tum muskura rahe the."

Vikram ne use dekha, aur dheere dheere uske chehre par ek badi, sharaarati muskaan phail gayi. "Ohhh," usne lambi saans le ke kaha. "Tu jealous hai? Meri Meera jealous hai?" Aur woh zor se hans pada, itna ki paas khade do log mud ke dekhne lage.

"Main koi jealous nahi hoon," Meera ne kaha, aur uske gaal gusse se laal ho gaye. "Bas poocha. Tum sab ke saamne aise—"

"Aise kya?" Vikram abhi bhi hans raha tha. "Woh toh bas baat kar rahi thi. Tu toh aise dekh rahi hai jaise use yahin terrace se neeche phenk degi."



"Hanso mat," Meera ne daant bheench ke kaha. Usne apna glass paas ki table par rakha aur muh pher liya.

Tabhi lights dheemi hui aur DJ ne ek dheema, romantic gaana lagaaya. Vikram ne hanste hue uska haath pakadne ke liye haath badhaaya, lekin usse pehle hi ek aur aawaaz aayi.

"Vikram, agar tum bura na maano." Ek lamba, pachaas ke aas paas ka aadmi tha, kanpati par safed baal, mehengi suit, aur aankhon mein ek thandi, bhookhi chamak. Yeh Rajeev Khanna tha, group ke sabse bade department ka head, Vikram ke papa ka sabse purana aadmi, jiske bina group ka koi bada faisla nahi hota tha. Vikram ne Meera ko gaadi mein bataaya tha ki Khanna se dhyaan se baat karna, papa uski har baat sunte hain. "Tumhari khoobsurat wife ke saath ek dance? Purane logon ko bhi thoda maza lene do."

Vikram ka chehra ek pal ke liye sakht hua. Phir usne muskaan banaayi. "Sir, woh shaayad—"

"Main naach lungi," Meera ne kaha.



Vikram ne chaunk ke uski taraf dekha. Meera ne usse nazar nahi milaayi. Usne kabhi zindagi mein kisi paraaye mard ke saath naacha nahi tha. Vaishali ne toh apni shaadi mein bhi sirf ek baar, sar par pallu rakh ke, rishtedaaron ke kehne par thoda sa ghoom liya tha. Lekin abhi uske andar Natasha ka haath tha, Vikram ki hansi thi, woh "tu jealous hai?" tha, aur ek chhoti si, zid bhari aawaaz keh rahi thi, ab tum dekho jalna kaisa hota hai. Usne Khanna ka badha hua haath pakad liya aur uske saath dance floor par chali gayi.

(Jaari…)