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Chapter - 19

Noor jugadu bed par leti thi, sirf bra mein, uska jism roshni mein chamak raha tha, uski kamar ka gora makhmal aur nangi taangon ki chamak mere dil mein aag laga rahi thi. Hira uske kareeb, uska chehra Noor ke chut ke paas, ek kameeni muskurahat ke saath, jaise koi bhookha shikari apne khazane ka swad le raha ho. Unka ganda khel ab poore josh mein tha, chat ke sannate mein Noor ki siskiyan goonj rahi thi, aisi awaazein jo maine apni bibi ke muh se kabhi na suni thi. Hira ne apne honth Noor ke chut ke kareeb rakhe, uski garam saansein uske jism par hawa ki tarah lag rahi thi, aur kaha, “Meri rani, yeh chut toh mithai se bhi meethi hai, main toh iske liye mara ja raha hoon.” Noor ne ek lambi siski nikali, “Hai re… Hira, tu kameena… aaaaah,” uski awaaz mein ganda josh aur sharm ka toofan, meri rooh mein teer ki tarah chubh rahi thi. Usne Hira ke baalon ko zor se pakda, uska jism thoda sa utha, jaise wo is haram ke nashe mein doob rahi ho.

Hira ka josh ab rukne ka naam na le raha tha. Usne apne haath Noor ki kamar par neeche sarkaye, uske ----- ke kareeb rakhe, jaise koi deewana apne khazane ka maza le raha ho. Noor ke muh se siskiyan tezi se nikal rahi thi, “Umm… Hira, bas kar… aaaaah,” par uski aankhein masti se band thi, uska jism Hira ke kareeb sata, jaise yeh ganda khel uski rooh ka hissa ban gaya ho. Main darwaze ke peeche khada, apne lund ko masalta raha, yeh manzar dekhkar mera dil dhadhak raha tha. Noor ka yeh roop, itna khula, itna jungli, maine kabhi socha na tha. Meri bibi, jo ghar mein sharmili si lagti thi, yahan Hira ke saath ek haram ka tamasha khel rahi thi, aur main, uska sauhar, is gande sukoon mein doobta ja raha tha, cuckpan ka nasha meri har saans mein sama raha tha. Hira ne ek gandi hansi di, “Meri jaan, yeh chut bahut lazeez hai,” aur usne apna chehra aur kareeb le jaya, Noor ki siskiyan ab ek ganda geet ban gayi thi, jo chat ke andhere mein goonj rahi thi.

Noor ka josh ab hadd paar kar gaya tha. Usne ek shaitani hansi di, aur Hira ko dekhte hue kaha, “Kameena, ab meri baari hai, tu bas maza leta rahega?” Usne Hira ke kandhe par haath rakha, ek jhatke se usse dheere se dhakka diya, aur uske pant ke button par haath le gayi. Hira ne kameeni hansi di, “Arre, meri rani, itni josh mein?” Par Noor ab poori jungli ho chuki thi, usne ek naughty si muskurahat ke saath Hira ka pant thoda sa neeche khiska, aur uske lund par haath rakha. Usne apne honth kaat liye, ek gandi si awaaz mein kaha, “Dekh, Hira, ab main tujhe sikhati hoon asli khel.” Usne apne haath mein thodi si thook li, aur Hira ke lund ke saath khelne lagi, uski ungliyan dheere se harkat kar rahi thi, jaise koi shaitan apne khel mein magan ho. Hira ne ek tez siski nikali, “Uff, Noor, tu toh… meri jaan le legi!” Noor ne zor se hansi, uski awaaz chat ke sannate mein goonj rahi thi, aur main, yeh sab dekhkar, apne aap ko rok na saka. Yeh manzar meri rooh ko jala raha tha, par ek ganda sukoon bhi de raha tha.

Noor ka josh ab rukne ka naam na le raha tha. Usne Hira ko ek aur dhakka diya, usse mattress par litaya, aur ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath uske upar chadh gayi. Usne Hira ke chhati par haath rakhe, uska jism Hira ke upar sata, aur kaha, “Ab tu dekh, kameena, main kaise khelti hoon.” Hira ne ek gandi hansi di, “Meri rani, tu toh aag hai!” Noor ne apna haath Hira ke lund par rakha, aur usse apne chut ke kareeb le gayi, jaise koi jungli rani apne khazane ka darwaza khol rahi ho. Usne dheere se apna jism neeche kiya, ek tez siski nikali, “Umm… Hira… aaaaah,” uski awaaz mein ek ganda josh tha, jo mere kaanon mein teer ki tarah lagi. Main awestruck khada tha, meri aankhein Noor par tiki thi, uska yeh roop, itna khula, itna besharm, mujhe yakin na ho raha tha. Meri bibi, jo kabhi ghar mein chupke se baatein karti thi, ab yahan Hira ke saath ye khel khel rahi thi, aur main, ek chhupa hua cuck, is manzar mein doobta ja raha tha. Noor ka jism dheere se harkat mein aaya, uski siskiyan tezi se badh rahi thi, aur Hira ke haath uski kamar par zor se pakad rahe the, jaise dono ek gande nashe mein ek doosre ko kheench rahe ho.

Tabhi neeche se ek zor ki awaaz aayi—bartan girne ki jhanjhanahat, jaise koi kitchen mein chhoo gaya ho. Meri aankhein ekdum khul gayi, yeh awaaz meri awe ko tod rahi thi, dil dhadhak utha, aur maine idhar-udhar dekha, sochta hua ki ab kya hoga.

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Tabhi neeche se ek zor ki awaaz aayi—bartan girne ki jhanjhanahat, jaise koi kitchen mein chhoo gaya ho. Meri aankhein ekdum khul gayi, Noor aur Hira ka haram ka tamasha meri rooh se nikal gaya, aur dil dhadhak utha. Yeh awaaz meri awe ko tod rahi thi, ek ganda sukoon ek pal mein dar mein badal gaya. Main darwaze ke peeche chhupa tha, par ab yeh chat ek khatarnak jagah lag rahi thi. Mera lund abhi bhi tight tha, par dar ne us nashe ko daba diya. Koi jaag gaya hoga—abbu? Ammi? Ya koi aur? Noor ka jungli roop, uski siskiyan, “Umm… Hira… aaaaah,” abhi bhi mere kaanon mein goonj rahi thi, par yeh awaaz meri maut ban sakti thi. Main chupke se, jaldi se, pairon ki awaaz na ho iska dhyan rakhte hue, neeche ki taraf bhaaga, meri saansein tezi se chal rahi thi, dil ek gande khauf aur cuckpan ke nashe ke beech jhool raha tha.

Main kitchen ke paas andhere mein chhup gaya, ek deewar ke peeche khada, aankhein faadkar dekhta raha. Abbu wahan the, ek glass paani haath mein liye, aankhein neend se bhaari, jaise adha soya hua ho. Unhone ek bartan ko side mein rakha, shayad wahi gira tha, aur dheere se paani piya. Mera dil zor-zor se dhadhak raha tha, soch raha tha, upar chat par meri bibi, sirf bra mein, Hira ke saath wo ganda khel khel rahi thi, aur yahan main apne abbu ke saamne chhupa hua, ek cuckpan ka deewana, dar ke maare kaanp raha tha. Abbu ne glass rakha, dheeme kadmon se apne kamre ki taraf badhe, unki neend mein chalti hui awaaz meri jaan mein jaan daal rahi thi. Maine ek lambi saans li, khatra tal gaya tha.. Noor ka wo roop, uski besharmi, Hira ke saath wo khel, mere dimaag mein goonj raha tha, aur main jaldi se wapas chat ki taraf bhaaga, yeh dekhne ke liye ki ab kya ho raha hai.

Chat par pahuncha toh manzar badal chuka tha. Noor ab jugadu bed par baithi thi, jaldi-jaldi apni kurti pehen rahi thi, uska dupatta haath mein tha, aur uska chehra dar se safed pada tha. Sirf bra mein thi wo kuch pal pehle, par ab usne apna pyjama bhi pehen liya tha, par uski panty kahin dikh nahi rahi thi. Hira uske paas khada tha, ek kameeni muskurahat ke saath, uske haath mein Noor ki panty pakdi hui thi, jaise koi shaitani trophy ho. Noor gusse mein, par cute si awaaz mein boli, “Hira, de de meri panty yeh koi mazaak nahi hai! Koi jaag gaya hoga, maine kaha tha yeh risk hai!” Hira ne kameeni hansi di, “Arre, meri rani, kuch nahi hua, bas ek bartan gira hoga. Thodi der aur ruk ja, yeh khel abhi poora bhi nahi hua.” Usne Noor ka haath pakadne ki koshish ki, uski panty ko apne jeb mein daal diya, aur kaha, “Yeh toh meri nishani rahegi, ab wapas aaja.” Par Noor ab dar ke maare kaanp rahi thi, usne Hira ko dhakka diya, “Nahi, Hira, bas! Tu pagal hai, agar kisi ne dekh liya toh sab khatam! Meri panty de, warna main chali jaungi!” Uski awaaz mein gussa tha, par uski sharmili masti abhi bhi thodi si jhalak rahi thi, jaise wo Hira ke kameenapan se thodi si khush bhi thi.

Hira ne ek dheemi si gaali di, par Noor ne uski baat nahi suni. Usne apna dupatta sar par dala, ek aakhri baar Hira ko gusse bhari, par cute si nazar se dekha, aur kaha, “Tu rakh le apni nishani, kameena, par ab main ja rahi hoon!” Usne apni kurti theek ki, pyjama ko ek baar check kiya, aur jaldi se chat ke darwaze ki taraf badhi, uske kadmon ki dheemi awaaz sannate mein goonj rahi thi. Hira ne uske peeche awaaz di, “Noor, meri jaan, kal phir aana!” par Noor ne palatkar nahi dekha, uska dar uski masti par bhari pad gaya tha. Main yeh sab dekhta raha, mera lund abhi bhi tight tha, Noor ka yeh gussa, uski sharmili besharmi, Hira ka kameenapan, yeh sab mere nashe ko aur badha raha tha. Par ab waqt nahi tha, main jaldi se neeche apne kamre ki taraf bhaaga, pairon ki awaaz na ho iska dhyan rakhte hue, aur bistar par let gaya, aankhein band karke sone ka natak shuru kar diya.

Thodi der baad kamre ka darwaza dheere se khula, Noor andar aayi. Usne mujhe dekha, shayad socha main so raha hoon, par maine aankhein thodi si kholkar usse chupke se dekha. Wo bistar ke paas khadi thi, apne aap se dheeme se bol rahi thi, “Noor, yeh kya kar rahi hai tu? Itna bada risk… agar kisi ne sun liya hota toh? Tauba tauba, bas ab aur nahi!” Uski awaaz mein dar aur sharam ka mishran tha, uske haath thodi si kaanp rahe the, aur usne apna dupatta zor se pakda hua tha, jaise usse aaram mil rahi ho. Usne ek baar meri taraf dekha, shayad check karne ke liye ki main so raha hoon, aur phir dheere se bistar par mere paas let gayi. Uski saansein abhi bhi tezi se chal rahi thi, par wo control karne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Usne apna haath meri kamar par rakha, dheere se meri taraf mudkar so gayi, aur main, aankhein band karke, apne hi nashe mein dooba raha. Noor ki yeh siskiyan, uska jungli roop, Hira ke saath wo ganda khel, aur yeh khauf, sab mere dimaag mein goonj rahe the. Mera lund abhi bhi tight tha, par main chup raha, ek gande sukoon ke saath neend mein chala gaya.
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Subah der se aankh khuli, neend mein Noor ka jungli roop abhi bhi mere dimaag mein goonj raha tha—uski siskiyan, “Umm… Hira… aaaaah,” Hira ka kameenapan, aur bartan ki jhanjhanahat jo sab kuch rukwa di thi. Mera lund bistar par hi tight ho gaya, par Noor kamre mein nahi thi. Uthkar dekha toh wo kitchen mein thi, khana tayyar kar chuki thi, apna dupatta sar par dala hua, sharmili si lag rahi thi, jaise kal raat ka dar abhi bhi uske chehre par tha. Usne mujhe dekha, ek halki si muskurahat di, aur kaha, “Imran, khana rakha hai, kha lo, main abbu ke liye dawai lene ja rahi hoon.” Uski awaaz mein thodi si ghabrahat thi, jaise wo mujhse nazrein chura rahi ho. Maine chupke se usse dekha, uska gora jism kurti ke peeche chhupa tha, par kal raat ka wo bra-only manzar, Hira ke saath wo ganda khel, meri rooh mein aag laga raha tha. Maine khana kha liya, man hi man sochta raha ki Noor abhi bhi dar rahi hai, par uski masti abhi khatam nahi hui hogi. Office ke liye nikal gaya, mera dil kameenapan aur dar ke beech jhool raha tha.

Office mein baitha tha, dimag mein Noor ki siskiyan aur Hira ka kameena chehra goonj rahe the, tabhi phone baja—Hira tha. Usne seedhe mudde par baat ki, “Imran, kal kya hua? Meri maal abhi bhi dar rahi hai kya?” Uski awaaz mein wohi shaitani thi, jaise wo Noor ke bare mein sochkar hi josh mein ho. Maine dheere se kaha, “Haan, Hira, wo abhi bhi ghabrai hui hai. Bartan ki awaaz ne usse dara diya, bol rahi thi ‘tauba tauba, bas ab aur nahi.’” Hira ne zor se hansi di, “Arre, shali wo thodi si sharmili hai, par uski chut mein abhi bhi aag hai, tu dekhna.” Uske lafzon ne mere lund ko phir tight kar diya, sochne laga ki Noor ka wo jungli roop, Hira ke saath wo khel, kitna ganda sukoon deta hai. Par maine kaha, “Hira, ghar mein ammi-abbu hain, tum dono ka aise milna mushkil hai. Main chahta hoon tum dono ko thodi si aazadi mile, par yeh risk bahut bada hai.” Hira chup raha ek pal, phir uski kameeni awaaz aayi, “Toh phir meri maal ko park le ja, Imran. Wahan thodi si masti karenge, thodi si chudai ke liye jagah toh mil hi jayegi.” Uske lafzon mein ek gandi si khushi thi, jaise wo Noor ke saath ek naye khel ka plan bana raha ho.

Mera dil dhadhak utha, Hira ka yeh plan meri harami si rooh ko jaga raha tha. Park? Wahan Noor aur Hira, khule aasman ke neeche, thodi si chhupi hui jagah mein, apna ganda khel khel sakte the. Maine socha, ghar mein ammi-abbu ka dar hamesha rahega, par park mein, thodi si chhupne ki jagah, thodi si masti, aur mera yeh ganda sukoon—sab kuch mumkin tha. Maine kaha, “Thik hai, Hira, main Noor ko shaam ko park le jaunga, tum wahan aa jana. Par dhyan rakhna, koi dekh na le.” Hira ne ek shaitani hansi di, “Arre, Imran, tu bas meri setting ko le aa, baki ka khel main sambhal lunga.” Usne phone rakha, aur main office mein baitha, apne lund ko pant ke upar se sehlaata raha, sochta hua ki Noor ka wo roop, uski siskiyan, Hira ke saath park mein kya rang layega. Mera dil ek gande josh aur dar ke mishran mein doob gaya, yeh nasha mujhe pagal kar raha tha.

Shaam ko ghar pahuncha, Noor living room mein thi, ammi ke saath baat kar rahi thi, uska dupatta sar par, sharmili si muskurahat. Maine usse kaha, “Noor, shaam ko park chalte hain, thodi hawa kha lenge.” Usne mujhe dekha, thodi si hairani se, phir boli, “Thik hai, Imran, chalte hain.” Uski awaaz mein abhi bhi thodi si ghabrahat thi, par shayad wo bhi ghar se nikalna chahti thi. Maine man hi man socha, Noor ko nahi pata ki yeh park ka plan uski masti ko aur badha dega, Hira ke saath uska milan. Ammi-abbu ko bataya ki hum thodi der ke liye bahar ja rahe hain, aur Noor ke saath nikal gaya. Park ke raste mein Noor chup thi, uska chehra shant, par main uske andar ki aag ko jaanta tha, kal raat ka wo jungli roop, Hira ke saath wo khel, abhi bhi uske jism mein chhupa hoga.

Park pahunchte hi maine Noor ko ek bench par bithaya, aur kaha, “Main thodi der mein aata hoon, tu yahan baith.” Wo thodi si hairani se mujhe dekhti rahi, par kuch boli nahi. Maine chupke se Hira ko phone kiya, “Hira, hum park mein hain, tu jaldi aa.” Hira ne kameeni awaaz mein kaha, “Bas, Imran, maal ke liye aa raha hoon, tu bas dekhta rehna.” Mera dil dhadhak raha tha, soch raha tha ki Noor aur Hira, is park mein, kisi chhupi hui jagah mein, kya khel khelenge.

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Shaam ka suraj park ke pedon ke peeche dhal raha tha, Noor ek bench par baithi thi, burqa mein chhupi, uska chehra shayad sharm aur dar ke saath band tha. Main thodi door khada, Hira ka intezaar kar raha tha, mera dil dhadhak raha tha. Noor ka kal raat ka jungli roop—uski siskiyan, “Umm… Hira… aaaaah,” Hira ke saath wo gandi chudai ki aahat—abhi bhi mere dimaag mein goonj raha tha, aur ab yeh park, yeh khula maidan, unke liye ek naya tamasha ban sakta tha. Tabhi Hira dikhayi diya, casual kapdon mein, haath jeb mein, jaise bas walk ke liye aaya ho. Usne mujhe dekha, ek kameeni muskurahat di, aur Noor ki taraf badha, jaise usse yahan dekhkar hairaan ho. “Arre, Imran bhai, Noor bhabhi yahan? Main toh bas thodi hawa kha raha tha,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein shaitani chhupi thi.

Noor ne burqa ke peeche se Hira ko dekha, uska haath thoda sa kaanp gaya, shayad dar se ya hairani se. Kal raat ka bartan ka jhanjhanahat, uska dar, uski cute gussa Hira ke saath—sab uske dimaag mein hoga. Usne chup rehna chuna, bas ek dheemi si “salaam” boli, aur nazrein jhuka li. Main Hira ke paas gaya, usse friendly andaaz mein baat ki, par man mein ek ganda khel chhid gaya. “Hira, tu yahan? Aaj kal kitna walk karta hai, ya koi aur wajah hai?” Maine aankh maar kar poochha, jaise uska raaz jaanta ho. Hira ne kameeni hansi di, “Bas, Imran bhai, sehat ke liye thodi si hawa zaroori hai, aur thodi si masti bhi.” Usne Noor ki taraf dekha, aur maine uski aankhon mein wahi gandi aag dekhi jo kal raat chat par thi. Maine aur odd sawaal kiye, “Tera kaam kaisa chal raha hai? Koi nayi ladki toh nahi dikhi?” Hira ne zor se hansa, “Arre, bhai, aap bhi na, hai ek ladki mere pasand ki...” Noor ne yeh sunte hi burqa ke andar thoda sa harkat ki, shayad sharam ya dar se.

Mera dimag tezi se chalne laga, yeh mauka tha Hira aur Noor ko aur kareeb laane ka. Maine ek plan banaya, ek bahana jo mujhe yahan se door le jaye aur Hira ko Noor ke saath waqt de. “Hira, ek zaroori kaam yaad aaya,” maine kaha, thodi si ghabrahat ka natak karte hue. “Office ka ek urgent payment clear karna hai, abhi jana padega. Tu Noor ka khayal rakh, uska mehram jaisa hi hai tu, aur ghar le jana, thik hai?” Hira ne ek shaitani muskurahat di, “Imran bhai, tension na le, bhabhi meri zimmedari hai, main ghar tak chhod dunga.” Noor ne burqa ke peeche se mujhe dekha, uski aankhein dar aur hairani se bhaari thi, par usne kuch nahi kaha. Shayad kal raat ka dar, ya Hira ke saath uski masti ka nasha, usse chup rehne par majboor kar raha tha. Maine Noor ko kaha, “Noor, main jaldi wapas aaunga, Hira ke saath ghar chali jana.” Usne sirf sar hila diya, aur main park se nikal gaya, par sach toh yeh tha ki main chhupne wala tha.

Main park ke ek kone mein chhup gaya, thodi door ek ped ke peeche, jahan se Noor aur Hira ko dekh sakta tha. Das minute tak maine intezaar kiya, mera dil dhadhak raha tha, sochta hua ki Hira ab kya karega. Jab wapas park mein aaya, Noor aur Hira bench par nahi the. Mera dil ekdum se doob gaya, kahan gaye dono? Maine park mein idhar-udhar dekha, log chhote-mote groups mein baithe the, par Noor ka burqa kahin nahi dikha. Dil mein ek ganda josh aur dar ka mishran ubal raha tha—kya Hira ne apna khel shuru kar diya? Main park ke sabse door, sabse sunsaan hisse ki taraf badha, jahan ghane ped aur jhadiyan thi, ek aisi jagah jo chhupne ke liye perfect thi. Wahan pahuncha toh manzar ne meri saans rok di—Hira aur Noor ek ped ke neeche baithe the, Noor ka burqa thoda sa khula tha, uska chehra dikh raha tha, aur Hira uske kareeb, usse sweet talk kar raha tha, uski kameeni muskurahat ke saath.

Hira ne Noor ka haath pakda hua tha, dheere se kaha, “Meri rani, tu yeh burqa mein bhi itni haseen lagti hai, kal raat ka tune kaise bhaja diya, zalima? Teri chut mein abhi bhi wahi aag hai.” Noor ne sharmate hue apna haath chhudaya, par ek halki si hansi di, “Hira, tu pagal hai, yahan park mein? Koi dekh lega!” Par uski awaaz mein dar ke saath thodi si masti thi, jaise wo Hira ke kameenapan se khush ho. Hira ne uske kaan ke paas apna chehra le jaya, “Arre, yahan koi nahi aata, meri jaan, bas thodi si masti kar lete hain, tujhe toh pata hai main tera deewana hoon.” Noor ne ek siski nikali, “Umm… Hira, tu… bas kar,” par usne Hira ko door nahi kiya, uski aankhein sharam aur josh ke saath chamak rahi thi. Main ek ped ke peeche chhupa, unke thodi door baitha, park ke pedon aur hawa ka maza leta hua, par mera dil Noor ke har lafz, har siski par atka tha. Mera lund pant mein tight ho gaya, yeh ganda sukoon me dub gaya.

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Main ped ke peeche chhupa, park ke sunsaan hisse mein Noor aur Hira ko dekhta raha, mera lund pant mein tight, saansein tezi se chal rahi thi. Noor burqa mein thi, chehra thoda sa dikh raha tha, roshni mein chamakta hua, aur Hira uske kareeb, uska haath pakde, chutiya jaise baatein karta hua. Kal raat ka manzar—Noor sirf bra mein, uski siskiyan, “Umm… Hira… aaaaah,” wo ganda khel—mere kaanon mein goonj raha tha. Hira ne Noor ke kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Babu, yeh burqa utaar de na, thodi si masti karte hain.” Noor ne sharmate hue haath chhudaya, “Hira, pagalpan band kar, koi dekh lega! Kapde gande ho jayenge! Khana bhi banana hai ghar ka” Uski awaaz mein dar tha, par thodi si hansi bhi, use bhi Hira ke chutiya baatein pasand aa rahi thi.

Hira ne kameeni muskurahat di, “Arre, meri jaan, kapde gande nahi honge, main kuch karta hun.” Usne Noor ka burqa dheere se utara, sirf burqa, uski kurti aur pyjama abhi bhi uske jism par, gora makhmal roshni mein chamakta hua. Hira ne burqa zameen par bichaya, jaise koi chapri apni girlfriend ke liye bed banaye, aur kaha, “Baith na, babu, yeh tera adda hai, koi gandagi nahi chhuegi.” Noor ne chhoti si siski nikali, “Tu kitna harami hai, Hira!” par burqa par baith gayi, aankhein idhar-udhar dekhti hui, dar ke maare. Hira uske kareeb baith gaya, uski kamar par haath rakha, “Ab thodi si maze ke liye time hai, babu, tu meri dil ki rani hai.” “Maze” uske gande irade chhupata tha, par uski baatein meri rooh mein aag laga rahi thi. Mera lund aur tight ho gaya, main unhe dekhta raha, yeh ganda sukoon mujhe pagal kar raha tha.

Hira ne Noor ke gale par ek naughty sa chumma diya, uski kamar par haath dheere phiraya, “Baby, mera lund, zara muh me lo na, baby?” Noor ne tez siski nikali, “Umm… Hira, kya bakwas karta hai, koi dekh lega!” par usne Hira ke baalon mein haath dala, thoda sa kareeb sarki, uski sharmili hansi ek girlfriend jaisi. Hira ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Arre, babu, yahan koi nahi, bas tu aur tera hero, ek chhota sa khel khel le.” Usne Noor ke honth ke paas chehra le jaya, ek dheema chumma diya, “Meri jaan, tu itni hot hai, meri baby.” Noor ne aur siski nikali, “Aaaaah… Hira, band kar…” par uska jism Hira ke kareeb thoda hila, jaise dar ke bawajood uski masti jaag rahi ho. Par Noor poori tarah nahi khuli, uski aankhein jhadiyon ki taraf dekhti thi, dar usse rukwa raha tha. Hira ne kameeni hansi di, “Kal raat toh tu meri jungli billi thi, ab kya sharam, babu?”

Noor ka dar mujhe saaf dikh raha tha, wo Hira ke chhedne mein thodi si masti kar rahi thi, par poora khulne se darti thi. Usne Hira ko thodi door kiya, “Hira, bas, yahan nahi, koi aa gaya toh sab khatam!” Uski awaaz mein dar tha, uske haath burqa ke kinaare pakde hue, jaise usse himmat mil rahi ho. Hira ne dheemi gaali di, “Arre, babu, thodi si himmat dikha na, mere liye,” par usne Noor ko force nahi kiya, bas chhedta raha, “Kal raat kitna maza aa raha tha, babu? Teri woh siski, uff!” Noor ne sharmili hansi ke saath uske kandhe par chhota sa chanta maara, “Chup kar, kameena, tu bas baatein karta hai!” Uski masti aur dar ka yeh khel meri rooh mein aag laga raha tha. Main sochne laga, inhe aur waqt kaise doon? Park mein koi aa sakta tha, Noor ka dar sach tha. Ghar mein ammi-abbu ka khatra, chat par bhi risk. Ek plan dimag mein aaya—koi dost ka khali flat, jahan main Noor ko “ghoomne” le jaun, Hira ko bula loon, aur chhupkar dekhu. Ya park mein koi aur chhupa corner, jahan main unhe aazadi doon.

Hira abhi bhi Noor ke kareeb tha, uske gale par ek aur chumma diya, “Babu, mum me le na, please...” Noor ne dheere se boli, “Hira, bas… dar lagta hai,” par usne Hira ko poora door nahi kiya, uski aankhein sharam aur masti se chamak rahi thi. Wo dono burqa par baithe, Hira usse chhed raha tha, “Meri shona, ek baar muh me lo na, bas ek chhota sa pyar,” uski kamar par haath phirata hua. Noor ne hansi ke saath uska haath hata diya, “Hira, tu pagal hai, yahan? Chal hatt, kameena!”.

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Main ped ke peeche chhupa, park ke sunsaan hisse mein Noor aur Hira ko dekhta raha, mera lund pant mein tight, par hila-hila ke mara pada tha, bilkul bekaar. Noor burqa par baithi thi, kurti-pyjama roshni mein chamak rahe, Hira uske kareeb, haath uski kamar par, mithi-mithi baatein karta. Kal raat ki siskiyan—“Umm… Hira… aaaaah,” unka ganda khel—mere kaanon mein goonj rahi thi. Hira ne Noor ke kaan mein kaha, “Babu, mera lund tujhe bula raha hai, thodi masti kar na, meri jaan.” Noor ne sharmili hansi di, “Hira, koi dekh lega, band kar!” Par uski aankhein masti se chamak rahi thi.

Hira ne kameeni smile di, “Arre, meri babu, yahan koi nahi, bas tu aur main. Mera lund chhoo le, babu, ek chhota pyar de.” Noor ne siski nikali, “Umm… Hira, kya bakwas hai!” par uska haath Hira ke kandhe par gaya, ungliyan pant ke button ke paas phiri, darte-darte himmat jutati hui. Hira ne lambi saans li, relax ho gaya, “Haan, meri rani, aise hi, tu meri shahzadi hai.” Noor ne sharma ke aankhein jhukayi, “Kitna harami hai tu,” par pant ka button dheere se khola, shaitani hansi ke saath, jaise pyar mein doobi ladki. Mera lund thoda hila, par thakan se kuch na hua, bas main dekhta raha, mera dil dhadhak raha tha.

Noor ka haath Hira ki pant par phirta raha, uske lund ke upar, dheemi masti ke saath, jaise khel rahi ho. Hira ne kaha, “Babu, tu itni pyaari hai, mera lund chhoo na, meri baby.” “-----” uske gande irade chhupata tha. Noor ne siski di, “Aaaaah… Hira, bas kar…” par haath wahi rakha, uske lund ke upar, chhedti hui. Hira ka josh, uski mithi baatein, Noor ko kheench rahe the. Uska auzaar, uska yeh andaaz, meri bibi ko pagal kar raha tha. Main apne bibi ke ashiq ko dekh raha tha, ek mard ko, Hira ka confidence, uski shaitani, ek aisa nasha jo main na de saka. Main ped pakde dekhta raha, har harkat pe atak gaya.

Noor dheemi thi, ungliyan ruk-ruk ke chalti, aankhein jhadiyon ki taraf dekhti. “Hira, yahan nahi… dar lagta hai,” usne dheere kaha, awaaz mein dar. Hira ne hansa, uske gale par chumma diya, “Arre, meri jaan, koi nahi aayega, bas thodi pyar de, meri baby na.” Usne Noor ka chehra pakda, “Mera lund chus na, babu, tu meri duniya hai.” Noor ne hansi, “Chup, kameena!” par haath uske auzaar par wahi, dheemi chhedkhani. Hira ne chheda, “Kal raat tu jungli thi, ab kya sharam, meri rani?” Noor ne uske kandhe par chanta maara, “Hatt, kameena!” par siski di, “Umm… pagal hai tu.”

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Meri aankhein tab fati jab maine Noor ko dheere se haath aage badhate dekha, usne us kameene ki zip khol, uska auzaar chhupa rakha pant ke andar, aur kaha, “Ab khus!?” Iska jawab us harami ne diya, “Baby, lund muh me lo na.” Mera dil jaise sunn pad gaya, meri mazhabi bibi apne ashiq ke god ki taraf apna chehra le gayi, uske lund ke kareeb, dheere se chhedte hue, jaise pyar mein doobi ladki. Hira ne aaram se sir peeche kiya, lambi saans lete hue, “Haan baby aise hi...”

Noor ne us kameene ka lund muh me bhar liya aur bade pyar se aur dheere dheere lund chusane lagi, jise dekh main hairaan to tha hi sath me lazzat me khoya hua tha.

Noor ki muh se chip-chip aur us kameene ke muh se siski ki awaz mere kaan me jaa rahi thi, mera lund jo marne ke kagar pe tha wo wapas jagane laga, lekin maine apne hath nahi lagaye.

Main bus us nazare ka luft utha raha tha-kya scene tha mere samane, meri bibi apne ashiq ko khus karte hue, aur unki khusi me meri khusi thi.

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Chapter - 20

Halki-halki paseene ki boondein mere maathe par utar rahi thi. Shaam ka waqt tha, par garmi ab bhi kaafi thi. Mere kapde pasine se tar ho chuke the, lekin na garmi ki parwah thi, na paseene ki. Meri nazrein saamne ke drishya par thami hui thi—meri biwi Noor aur uske aashiq Hira par. Meri biwi ka chhota sa muh us kameene Hira ke kaale lund ko ghere hue tha. Meri teekhi nazar usi par tiki thi, lekin Noor sirf muh mein liye baithi thi, kuch kar nahi rahi thi. Main mehsoos kar sakta tha ki Hira bhi kuch karne ko tadap raha tha.

"Saali, chus na! Kya lund muh mein daal ke baith gayi hai?" Hira ne Noor se kaha, uski awaaz mere kaanon tak pahunchi. Ye sunke maine man hi man kaha, "Haan, Noor, tum kya kar rahi ho? Aise na tadpao usse." Ye sochkar mera lund akadne laga. Saamne, Noor ne uska lund dheere se muh se nikala aur boli, "Hira, mujhe darr lag raha hai. Yeh jagah poori khuli hui hai." Uski baat sun meri nazar idhar-udhar daudi. Noor sahi thi—bhale hi woh park ke ek kone mein, jhaadiyon ke peeche the, par koi bhi unhe dekh sakta tha.

Meri nazar us kameene Hira ki taraf gayi. Woh Noor ke saath jabardasti kar raha tha. "Saali, le na! Har waqt nautanki kyun karti hai? Koi nahi aayega," usne kaha. Noor use samjhaane ki nakaam koshish karti rahi, "Please, Hira, koi dekh lega. Bahut khula hua hai." Par Hira uski baaton ko nazarandaaz kar apna lund uske honthon par ragadne laga. "Le na, saali, randi ka bhosda! Andar le!" Gaaliyan dete hue usne Noor ka sir dono haathon se pakad liya. Noor ne bechari apna muh khol diya, aur—*chuuup*—ki awaaz goonj uthi.

Noor ke muh mein dobara us kameene ka lund tha. Is baar Hira ne uska sir pakad rakha tha aur dheere-dheere aage-peeche kar raha tha. Main wahin chhupa, apni pant ke upar se lund sehla raha tha. Noor ki aankhein thodi si aansu-bhari ho chuki thi, jisse uske noorani chehre par chaar-chaand lag rahe the. Woh kameena meri biwi se jabardasti lund chuswa raha tha, aur Noor ke muh se siskiyaan nikal rahi thi. Kuch hi der baad Hira ne apne haath uske sir se hata liye, lekin Noor ka sir nahi ruka. Woh khud hi aage-peeche hoti rahi. Meri biwi, jo kuch pal pehle mana kar rahi thi, ab bade maze se us kameene ke lund ka swaad le rahi thi.

Main man hi man hasne laga. Saamne Hira bol raha tha, "Faltu ka nakhra karti rehti hai, ab acche se chus!" Maine bhi man mein hanste hue kaha, "Haan, Noor, zyada nakhre mat kiya karo apne aashiq ke saamne, haha!"

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Noor ka muh dheere-dheere hi sahi, lekin aise chal raha tha jaise woh koi lollipop chus rahi ho. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si tivrata thi, jise dekhkar main hairaan bhi tha aur lazzat mein bhi dooba hua tha. Tabhi us kameene Hira ne Noor ko pakda aur zameen par uske burqe pe lita diya. Noor us harami ko zameen se ghoor rahi thi, uske chehre par ek kamini si muskaan thi—aisi muskaan jo maine pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi. Woh muskaan us kameene ka deedar kar rahi thi. Maine apne kase hue lund par zara sa haath lagaya, phir wapas un dono ki taraf dekha. Noor burqe par leti hui thi, aur woh kameena apna kaala lund Noor ke chehre se kuch inch door jhula raha tha, uske chehre par bhi ek kamini muskaan faili hui thi. "Saali, kya mast dikhti hai tu, ekdum gori!" usne kaha. Ye sun Noor muskurayi, sharmai, aur jawab mein sawal kar diya, "Tumhe main kitni pasand hoon? Kya tum sach mein mujhse pyar karte ho, Hira, ya sirf mere jism se matlab hai?" Ye sawal sun main chaunk gaya. Meri biwi ka ye sawal bahut bhaari tha. Mera dimaag tezi se daudne laga—kya Noor is kameene se sach mein pyar karne lagi hai? Kya ye uska saccha ishq hai? Main ye soch hi raha tha ki Hira ki awaaz aayi, "Bilkul pyar hai tujhse, tere us bhadwe shauhar se toh kahin zyada!" Ye kehte hi dono hasne lage. Unki hansi mere kaanon mein goonji, main thoda jhenp gaya, lekin mere lund ka kasav bata raha tha ki unki baaton mein mujhe lazzat mil rahi thi.

Woh kameena Noor ke bagal mein usi burqe par let gaya, uska lund hawa mein lehra raha tha. Noor ne jhat se usse apne haathon mein kas liya aur haule-haule sehlane lagi. Main un dono ki prem bhari aur kamuk baatein sunte hue lazzat lene laga.

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"Hira, tera itna bada kyun hai?" Noor ne badi masumiyat se uske lund ko sehlate hue pucha. Ye sun mera dil dhadak gaya. Main khud usse jawab dena chahta tha. Man hi man maine kaha, "Noor, ye itna bada isliye hai kyunki ye ek asli mard ka lund hai, aur tere aashiq ka lund hai—lazmi hai ki ye bada hoga." Main ye soch hi raha tha ki us kameene Hira ki awaaz sunai padi, "Arre, main bachpan mein bahut doodh peeta tha, isliye." Uski ye bakwas baat sun Noor ki hansi chhoot gayi, aur mujhe bhi zor se hansi aa gayi. Anayas hi mere muh se awaaz nikal gayi. Main apna muh band karta usse pehle, woh awaaz un dono tak pahunch gayi. Noor ne dheere se cheekh kar kaha, "Hira, udhar koi hai!" Ye sunte hi main tezi se wahan se bhag khada hua aur jaldi se nikal gaya.

Main kaafi door daudte-daudte aa gaya, meri saans phool rahi thi. Ek bench par baithkar maine saans li. Kuch pal hi beete the ki Noor us kameene ke saath tezi se chalti hui mere paas aayi. Uske chehre par darr saaf dikh raha tha, jabki woh harami Hira sirf muskura raha tha. Maine usse dekhkar pucha, "Chalein ghar? Ho gayi walking?" Noor ne haule se jawab diya, "Ji, Rizwan ke abbu, chalein." Maine Noor ka haath pakad liya—woh haath jo kuch pal pehle us kameene ke lund par kasa hua tha. Andar se mujhe bura lag raha tha ki main galti se un dono ke ishq mein gale ki haddi ban gaya. Lekin ab waqt nahi tha kuch sochne ka. Maine Noor ke saath us kameene ko alvida kiya aur bike se ghar le aaya.

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Hum dono ghar pahunch gaye. Noor ke chehre ka darr thoda kam laga, jaise woh thodi rahat mehsoos kar rahi ho. Jab woh bike se utar kar upar jaane lagi, maine gaur kiya ki uska burqa peeche se bilkul ganda tha. Iski wajah mujhe pehle se maloom thi, par maine phir bhi Noor ko awaaz di, "Noor, tum gir gayi thi kya?" Woh ruk gayi aur sawaliya andaaz mein boli, "Nahi to, kya baat hai, Rizwan ke abbu?" Maine uski chutki lete hue kaha, "Tera burqa peeche se ganda ho gaya hai." Ye sunte hi uske chehre par darr phir se chha gaya. "W-woh, Rizwan ke abbu, shayad... shayad..." usne haklate hue kaha. Main man hi man hansne laga, uski jhooth bolne ki nakaam koshish dekhkar. Phir maine kaha, "Accha, shayad kahin deewar se sat gaya hoga, kaafi bheed bhi to thi." Noor ne dheere se jawab diya, "Ji, Rizwan ke abbu." Itna kehkar woh flat ki taraf chali gayi. Main bike park kar hi raha tha ki us kameene Hira ka call aa gaya.

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"Hello," maine phone uthate hue kaha.

"Hello gaya baad mein, saale! Tu mera chance kha gaya! Behenchod, mujhe pata hai tu dekh raha tha, lekin chup kyun nahi raha, bhadwe?" Hira gusse mein chillaya.

"Sorry yaar, woh mujhe—" maine baat shuru ki.

"Bhaak, madarchod! Mujhe teri chutiya baatein nahi sunni. Tune saale mere lund pe laat maari hai, to tujhe hi chut dilwani padegi, samjha, madarchod?" usne daantte hue kaha.

"Yaar, mujhe koi dikkat nahi hai, lekin main kya kar sakta hoon? Ghar pe namumkin hai, yaar," maine jawab diya.

"Hatt, saale, tera bahana! Behenchod, kya musibat hai?" usne gusse se kaha aur phone kaat di, main thoda udas dheere se apne flat ki aur jaane laga.

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Chapter - 21


Raat ke waqt Noor kitchen mein sone se pehle bartan dhone mein vyast thi. Main apne bistar par baitha, shaam ki ghatna ke khayalon mein khoya hua tha. Mujhe apne upar gussa aa raha tha ki meri wajah se unka maza kharab ho gaya. Main bistar par Noor ka intezaar kar raha tha. Kuch der baad Noor kamre mein aayi. Maine usse pucha, "Kaafi thaki hui lag rahi ho, Noor?" Usne halki si muskaan ke saath kaha, "Haan, Rizwan ke abbu, aaj garmi bhi bahut thi. Kitchen mein toh haalat kharab ho gayi." Maine uski baat sun kar sir hila diya aur kaha, "Chalo, sone chalte hain. AC thodi aur tez kar lo." Usne jawab diya, "Ji, Rizwan ke abbu," aur AC ka remote utha liya. Main doosri taraf muh mod kar sone ki nautanki karne laga. Kuch pal baad Noor bistar par aayi, meri peeth se peeth lagakar doosri taraf muh karke phone par apne aashiq se chat karne lagi. Main kuch der aise hi pada raha, phir sochne laga ki aakhir kaise main un dono ki madad kar sakta hoon. "Ye ammi-abbu ke rehte kuch kar pana namumkin sa hai," maine socha, aur isi soch mein dooba nind ki aagosh mein chala gaya.

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Agle din subah main thodi der se utha. Noor kitchen mein khana bana rahi thi, aur main office ke liye tayyar hone laga. Khaana kha kar maine sabko alvida kaha aur office ke liye nikal gaya. Raste mein mujhe kal ki call yaad aayi. Maine apni bike raste mein rok di aur us kameene Hira ko phone milaya.

"Hello," maine kaha.

"Hello, bhadwe! Kyun phone milaya?" Hira ne roodhapan se jawab diya.

"Woh kal ke liye sorry, yaar. Meri wajah se tum meri biwi ko chod nahi paaye," maine kaha.

"Bhaak, saale! Kaam hai to bol, warna phone kaat," usne gusse mein kaha.

"Arre, main keh raha tha, agar aaj use chodna chahte ho to main kuch intezaam karta hoon. Bol, kya socha hai?" maine prastaav rakha.

"Teri biwi bahut high maintenance hai, saale. Kal kitne nakhre kar rahi thi park mein, dekha na tune?" Hira ne tana maara.

"Haan, yaar, dekha. Use tujhe aur saath dena chahiye," maine kaha.

"Bilkul, lekin saali chhinal bilkul chhui-mui hai, haha!" usne haskar kaha.

"Tu mujhse 2000 le le, aur le ja use kisi OYO ya hotel mein. Kya kehte ho?" maine kaha.

"Tu 2000 dega aur apni biwi bhi chudwayega? Haha!" Hira zor se hasa.

"Bilkul. Tu bol, le aaun?" maine kaha.

"Jaldi se lao use. Main teesre pillar wale theke ke paas hoon. Aaj tere paise ki daaru peekar teri biwi ko chodunga," usne mazaak udate hue kaha.

"Jo karna hai karo, aakhir maal hai tera," maine jawab diya.

"Woh to hai, bhadwe!" usne kaha.

"Ek baat bata, kya tujhe usse sach mein pyar hai?" maine pucha.

"Haha, saale, woh meri setting hai, koi biwi nahi, haha!" usne haskar kaha aur phone kaat diya.

Main tezi se muskura raha tha, bike start ki, aur agle plan ke baare mein sochne laga.

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Maine turant Noor ko phone lagaya, chehre par ek kamini muskaan ke saath. Kuch pal mein Noor ne phone uthaya.

"Hello, Noor," maine kaha.

"Hello, Rizwan ke abbu. Kahiye, kya hua? Office pahunch gaye?" usne pucha.

"Nahi, Noor. Main abhi aa raha hoon. Tum ready raho," maine jawab diya.

"Kya hua, Rizwan ke abbu? Achanak yeh sab?" usne hairani se pucha.

"Main baad mein samjhaunga. Tum bas ready raho. Main 5 minute mein aa raha hoon," maine kaha.

"Accha, Rizwan ke abbu," usne dheere se kaha.

Maine phone kaat diya aur ek bahana sochne laga. Phir mere chehre par ek shararati muskaan fail gayi. Maine bike start ki aur seedha ghar ki taraf nikal gaya. Kuch hi palon mein main flat ke neeche khada tha. Mujhe aata dekh, Noor neeche aane lagi. Usne kaala burqa pehna hua tha. Maine ishaare se use peeche baithne ko kaha aur bike chalu kar di. Noor ke chehre par asmanjas saaf dikh raha tha, woh is baat se bekhabar thi ki main use apne aashiq se milane le ja raha hoon. "Rizwan ke abbu, kahan chalna hai? Ammi bhi puch rahi thi. Aapne bataya hi nahi," Noor ne sawal kiya. Maine dheere se uski taraf dekha aur kaha, "Kuch nahi, Noor. Market mein maine kuch samaan liya tha, use lene jana hai. Bas 5-10 minute ka kaam hai." Usne asmanjas mein meri taraf dekhte hue pucha, "Kya mujhe jana zaroori hai, Rizwan ke abbu?" Maine jawab diya, "Haan, agar tumhe pasand nahi aaya to wapas kar denge. Curtains hain zyadatar." Usne sir haan mein hila diya, aur hum dono bike se bazaar ki taraf nikal gaye. Kuch der mein hum pillar number 3 ke neeche khade the, jahan se woh desi daaru ka theka saaf dikh raha tha. Main muskura diya aur phone uthane ki acting karne laga. Phir maine nautanki ki ki dukaan aaj kisi wajah se band hai, aur apna sir pakad liya. "Arre yaar, mujhe pehle puch lena chahiye tha. Office ke liye bhi late ho raha hoon," maine kaha. Noor bhi thodi mayoos dikhne lagi. "Rizwan ke abbu, pehle pata kar lena tha na. Ab kya karein?" usne pucha. Main kuch der sochta hua dikha, phir use wahin utarne ko kaha. Maine uske haath mein 2000 rupaye thama diye aur phone par ammi ko call lagaya.

"Hello, ammi," maine kaha.

"Hello, babu. Achanak bahu ko le kahan nikal gaye? Kuch zaroori kaam tha? Kitchen abhi ganda hi hai," ammi ne pucha.

"Haan, ammi. Curtains ke colour choose karne the. Thodi der lagegi, shayad shaam bhi ho jaye," maine jawab diya.

"Accha, theek hai. Lekin jaldi aane ki koshish karna," ammi boli.

"Ji, ammi," maine kaha aur phone kaat diya.

Maine Noor ki taraf dekha aur kaha, "Noor, tum kuch der yahan wait kar sakti ho? Main nikal raha hoon, lekin tum yahin ruko. Agar 10-15 minute mein dukaan nahi khuli to ghar ke liye auto kar lena." Meri baatein sun Noor aisa chehra bana rahi thi jaise main pagalpan ki baatein kar raha hoon. "Rizwan ke abbu, aaj karna zaroori hai kya? Kal bhi to kar sakte hain. Chalein na, mujhe ghar chhod dein," usne kaha. Maine uski baat suni aur nazarandaaz kar diya. "Koshish karte hain, Noor. Agar aaj ho jaya to sahi hoga," maine kaha. Usne haraat ke saath kaha, "Okay, Rizwan ke abbu."

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Maine Noor ko wahin chhodkar bike aage badha di. Uske haath mein 500 ke chaar note the. Thodi door jaakar maine us kameene Hira ko phone milaya.

"Aa gayi teri maal, teesre pillar ke paas hi hai," maine izzat se kaha.

"Paise ka kya hua, bhadwe?" Hira ne pucha.

"Woh maine teri setting ko thama diya hai. Nikalwa lena," maine jawab diya.

"Accha, saale! Mujhe dene ki jagah use pakadwa diya, taaki woh mujhe de hi na?" usne tana maara.

"Arre, kyun nahi degi woh tujhe? Tu uska boyfriend hai na. Aur zyada nakhre kare to kaan ke neeche raseed de dena," maine haskar kaha.

"Haha, ekdum harami hai tu, saale!" Hira ne zor se hasa.

"Tujhse hi sikha hai yeh to," maine mazaak mein kaha.

"Accha, kab tak hai mauka mere paas?" usne pucha.

"Arre, pura din hai tere paas enjoy karne ke liye. Bas use daaru mat pilana, warna gharwalon ko shak ho jayega," maine samjhaaya.

"Theek hai, bhadwe. Chal, main ja raha hoon usse milne. Aur aaj pura din hai to main use OYO nahi, apne room pe le jaunga," Hira ne khushi se kaha.

"Arre, jahan le jana hai, le ja. Bas shaam 5 baje se pehle ghar pahuncha dena," maine kaha.

"Theek hai, be. Waise, saale, tere AC wale kamre mein zyada maza aata hai," usne mazaak udaya.

"Ghar mein possible nahi hai, yaar," maine kaha.

"Haan, haan, tere ammi-abbu," usne tana maara aur phone kaat diya.

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Maine aakh ke kone se dekha to wo harami kuch pal ke baad hi Noor ke paas aaya aur Noor uske bike pe baith gayi aur main khusi se jhoom utha, mujhe acche se pata tha aaj din bhar kya hone wala tha.

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Chapter - 22

Main office pahunch gaya, mera lund bilkul tana hua tha, aur baithne mein bhi dikkat ho rahi thi. Mera kaam mein bilkul dil nahi lag raha tha, aur waqt bhi jaise ruk sa gaya tha. Aadhe ghante tak khud ko sambhalne ki koshish ke baad maine phone haath mein uthaya. Dil mein ek tadap thi jaanne ki aakhir wahan kya gul khil rahe hain.

Phone ki ring baj rahi thi, lekin doosri taraf woh kameena Hira utha nahi raha tha. Call cut hone ke baad maine dobara phone lagaya. Is baar usne utha liya.

"Kya hua, bhadwe? Pareshan kyun kar raha hai?" Hira ne gusse se kaha.

"Arre, yaar, main bas khairiyat puchne ko call kiya tha. Le gaya apne kamre mein?" maine pucha.

"Haan, le aaya. Saali bahut darti hai, be, teri biwi. Bada nakhra karti hai, haha!" usne haskar kaha.

"Oh ho, khub chodo use. Aaj pura din hai tere paas," maine utsaah se kaha.

"Tu phone katega tab na chodunga, saale!" Hira ne tana maara.

"Arre, tu phone on karke side mein rakh de na. Main bhi sun-sun ke maza loonga," maine shararat se kaha.

"Bhadwe, saale! Haha, chal, theek hai..." usne haskar jawab diya.

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Maine jaldi se earphones lagaye aur apne seat par baith gaya. Doosri taraf se aati awaaz se pata chal raha tha ki Hira ne phone table par patak diya tha. Meri biwi Noor aur us kameene ki awaazein saaf sunai de rahi thi—thodi-thodi hasi ki awaazein, lekin woh kya bol rahe the, yeh clear nahi ho raha tha. Par itna zaroor pata chal raha tha ki Noor hans rahi thi, aur isse mujhe kaafi lazzat mehsoos ho rahi thi. Noor ki halki, pyari si hansi aur Hira ki gandi, badtameez hansi ek ajeeb sa mahol bana rahi thi. Mera dil dheere-dheere, lekin tezi se dhadak raha tha, jaise har awaaz mere andar ek nayi uttejana jaga rahi ho.

Kuch pal hi beete the ki meri ammi ka call aa gaya. Na chahte hue bhi maine Hira ka phone kaat kar ammi ka call utha liya.

"Salaam, ammi. Kahein?" maine pucha.

"Walaikum salaam, beta. Woh Noor kab tak wapas aayegi? Ghar ke saare kaam bache hue hain, aur tere abbu ke dost bhi aane wale hain aaj," ammi ne kaha.

Ye sun maine sir pakad liya. "Accha, ammi. Main jaldi hi pahuncha deta hoon. Parde wala kaam baad mein kar lenge," maine jawab diya.

"Haan, baad mein kar lena," ammi boli.

Maine phone kaat diya aur apna sir pakad liya. "Kya saala, har waqt koi na koi pareshani! Kya musibat hai!" maine socha. Phir maine wapas apni biwi ke jaanu ko phone lagaya, lekin is baar usne nahi uthaya. Maine Noor ko call kiya, aur usne jhat se phone utha liya.

"Hello, Noor. Tum kahan ho? Abbu ke kuch dost aa rahe hain. Ammi ne parde ka kaam baad mein karne ko kaha hai," maine kaha.

"Ji, Rizwan ke abbu. Main abhi ghar ko nikalti hoon," usne jawab diya aur phone kaat diya.

Main apna sir pakad kar baith gaya. "Ye kya musibat hai? Ammi-abbu ke rehte thodi bhi rahat nahi hai, haha," main apne upar hans raha tha ki tabhi mera phone baja. Usi kameene Hira ka call tha.

"Behenchod, bhadwe! Saale, kabhi tujhe chain nahi aata kya? Chain se chodne bhi nahi deta!" Hira chillaya.

"Yaar, main kahan rok raha hoon? Lekin ghar mein tu to jaanta hai," maine safai di.

"Haan, haan, teri biwi bata rahi thi," usne tana maara.

"Ammi-abbu ke rehte kaafi dikkat hai, yaar," maine kaha.

"Dekh, bhadwe, ya to tu apni ammi-abbu ka kuch kar, warna mujhe hi kuch karna padega. Saala, 3-4 mahine se gale ki haddi bane hue hain woh dono!" Hira ne gusse se kaha.

Main uski baat par kuch pal sochne laga. "Woh kya kar sakta hai?" maine khud se pucha.

"Tum kya karna chahte ho? Woh kaafi strict aur kattar mazhabi hain, yaar," maine pucha.

"Teri ammi kitni bhi strict aur kattar mazhabi ho, hai to aurat hi na. Tu bol to main kuch karun?" Hira ne shararat se kaha.

Main hairan reh gaya. "Kya yeh meri ammi ko bhi patana chahta hai?" maine socha.

"Tum meri ammi ko pataoge kya? Kya plan hai?" maine pucha.

"Arre, nahi be! Mera ek ganjedi yaar hai, Panna. Bahut expert hai bhabhi aur aunty patane mein," usne bataya.

"To tum usse ammi patwaoge? Kya yeh mumkin bhi hai? Mujhe nahi lagta..." maine shak se kaha.

"Hatt, bhadwe! Aaj hi use teri ammi ke peeche lagata hoon. Tu dekhna kaise woh teri ammi ko apne lund pe nachata hai. Aur ek dafa teri ammi set ho gayi, to mera bhi kaam ho jayega," Hira ne bade guroor se kaha.

"Haan, yeh to hai. Try kar ke dekh, lekin mujhe nahi lagta aisa kuch possible hai," maine kaha.

"Tu bas dekhta ja," usne kaha aur phone kaat diya.

Main office mein baitha apne lund ko haule-haule sehla raha tha, soch mein dooba ki kya sach mein yeh kameena meri ammi ko bhi apne jaal mein phansa lega.

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Chapter - 23


Main shaam ko ghar pahuncha, dimag mein us kameene Hira ki baatein ghoom rahi thi. "Ammi ko patayenge, lekin kaise?" Yeh soch hi raha tha ki meri nazar ammi par padi, jo mere bete Rizwan ko khila rahi thi. Meri ammi, jinki umar kareeb 50 saal thi, ek behad shareef aur mazhabi aurat thi. Woh kaafi parda-pasand thi, hamesha burqa ya bade dupatte mein rehti thi. Unhe dekhkar main soch bhi nahi sakta tha ki koi unhe pata sakta hai. Darasal, patana to door, kisi namehram se baat karna bhi unke liye gunah se kam nahi tha. Main unhe dekhta raha aur Hira ki baaton par man hi man hasne laga, sochkar ki yeh kameena kitna pagalpan bolta hai.

Main fresh hokar sofe par baith kar sustane laga. Kuch hi palon mein Noor mere liye chai aur nashta le aayi. Ammi, Noor, aur main baatein karne lage. Meri nazar baar-baar ammi ke chehre ki taraf ja rahi thi, aur mere zehen mein ek khayal aaya, "Kya meri shareef, parda karne wali mazhabi ammi ko pataya ja sakta hai?" Maine phir wahan se uthkar apne kamre mein chala gaya. Dimag mein sirf yahi baat daud rahi thi ki aakhir meri ammi kaise kisi kameene ke haathon shikaar ban sakti hai. "Yeh mumkin nahi hai," main apne aap mein hasne laga.

Lekin phir mere dimag mein yeh khayal aaya ki agar aisa ho jaye to kitna mazedaar hoga. Yeh soch mere mare hue lund ko khada karne ke liye kaafi thi. Maine apne pyjame ke upar se lund ko haule-haule sehlane laga. "Yaar, ammi ka bhi intezaam ho jaye, aur waise bhi abbu din-bhar bahar hi rehte hain," main yeh sochte hue us kameene Hira ko wapas phone laga diya.

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"Hello, kaise ho?" maine pucha.

"Theek hoon, saale. Bol, kya hua?" Hira ne jawab diya.

"Tum bol rahe the na, ammi ko patwaoge apne dost se?" maine sawal kiya.

"Haan, bhadwe. Tujhe koi dikkat?" usne tana maara.

"Nahi, koi dikkat nahi. Lekin yeh hoga kaise?" maine pucha.

"Tu uski chinta mat kar, bas madad karte ja," Hira ne kaha.

"Bilkul, main to poori madad karunga," maine utsaah se kaha.

"Pata hai mujhe, bhadwe. Tu kuch kar hi nahi paya, isliye yeh sab karna pad raha hai," usne mazaak udaya.

"Yaar, ammi hai meri. Main kya hi kar sakta hoon?" maine safai di.

"Baat to teri bhi sahi hai. Lekin, saale, teri ammi ko patane ke liye teri biwi ki tarah 3 mahine nahi laga sakte," Hira ne kaha.

"Haan, yeh to hai," maine sehmat hote hue kaha.

"Accha, ek baat bata, bhadwe. Teri ammi chudwati hai tere abbu se?" usne sidha sawal kiya.

"Mujhe nahi lagta, yaar," maine jawab diya.

"To koi hai kya uska polish karne wala?" Hira ne shararat se pucha.

"Haha, nahi yaar. Woh to nihayati shareef aur mazhabi khatoon hain," maine kaha.

"Arre, saale, mere dost ko aisi hi auratein pasand hain, haha!" Hira ne haskar kaha.

"Haan, yaar. Woh pat jaye to tujhe bhi aasani ho jayegi," maine kaha.

"Haha, saale bhadwe! Chal, yeh bata—teri ammi se kaise milwaun use?" Hira ne pucha.

"Ammi aur Noor to ghar mein akele hi rehti hain. Unhi ki wajah se tujhe itni dikkat hoti hai," maine bataya.

"Haan, saali mere lund pe tala laga ke khadi hai, randi saali!" Hira ne gaali di.

Uski gaali sun main hans diya. "Haha!"

"Bhadwe, tujhe to bada maza aa raha hai," Hira ne tana maara.

"Haan, yaar. Mujhe to yakeen nahi ho raha ki meri ammi ko tum pataoge," maine kaha.

"Main nahi, bhadwe. Mera dost patayega," Hira ne clear kiya.

"Haan, wahi, yaar. Tumhara dost patayega," maine kaha.

Maine kuch der socha ki aakhir yeh kaise hoga aur phir sawal kiya, "Lekin kaise hoga yeh sab? Main to use mila doon, lekin aage kya?"

"Tu uski chinta mat kar, bhadwe. Panna bahut bada bhabhi-baaz hai. Usne ek baar vidhayak ki biwi tak chod rakhi hai. Teri ammi ki phir kya aukaat?" Hira ne bade guroor se kaha.

"Aisa kya?" maine hairani se pucha.

"Haan, aisa hi hai. Tujhe bas Panna se apni ammi milwani hai. Chodne ka bandobast woh khud kar lega," usne kaha.

Yeh kehkar usne phone kaat diya, aur main ammi ke khayal mein doob sa gaya.

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Raat ko main bistar par sone ke liye leta hua tha, Noor meri peeth se peeth lagaye apne phone mein busy thi. Mera khayal ab ammi par atka hua tha, aur main lagatar soch raha tha, "Kya ammi sach mein pat jayegi?" Aise hi sochte-sochte mujhe neend aa gayi.

Agle din main office ke liye nikal raha tha. Ghar mein sirf ammi, Noor, aur Rizwan the; abbu pehle hi ghar se bahar nikal chuke the. Main bhi bike se office ki taraf nikal gaya. Kuch hi palon mein main office pahuncha, aur aaj kaam kaafi zyada tha, jiski wajah se main usmein masroof ho gaya.

Lunch ke baad main wapas kaam mein lagne hi wala tha ki us kameene Hira ka call aaya. Maine jhat se phone utha liya.

"Bhadwe, main Panna ko leke tere ghar ja raha hoon. Tu bol de gharwalon ko ki chhat pe kuch marammat karni hai," Hira ne kaha aur mere jawab dene se pehle phone kaat diya.

Maine turant ghar pe ammi ko phone lagaya aur jhootha bahana banate hue kaha, "Ammi, chhat pe kuch kaam ke liye maine ek delivery boy aur labour bheja hai." Ammi ne haan mein jawab diya, aur maine phone rakh diya.

Mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, shareer mein romanch sa uth raha tha, aur main ghabra raha tha. Isi darr ke beech maine dobara us kameene Hira ko phone lagaya aur bataya ki maine chhat ki marammat ka bahana bana diya hai. Meri baat sun kar usne mujhe shabaashi di, jisse mujhe kaafi lazzat mehsoos hui.

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Mera din kasmakas mein beeta. Main jaanna chahta tha ki ghar mein kya ho raha hai, lekin jaanta tha ki ab sara khel us kameene Hira aur uske sathi Panna ke haathon mein hai. Din mein kaam kaafi tha, aur main phir se usmein ulajh gaya.

Shaam ko main ghar kaafi der se pahuncha. Office ke kaam mein phasne ki wajah se main late ho gaya tha. Thaka-hara ghar pahuncha to Noor ne meri khairiyat puchi aur jhat se khana paros diya. Main bhookha tha, so khane mein lag gaya. Ammi, abbu, aur Noor bhi mera intezaar kar rahe the. Hum sab baat-cheet karte hue khana khane lage. Meri nazar baar-baar ammi ki taraf ja rahi thi, main jaanna chahta tha ki aaj kya hua, lekin ammi bilkul waise hi dikh rahi thi, jaise hamesha. Kaafi thak chuka tha, so khana khate hi bistar par let gaya aur lette hi so gaya.

Agle din subah utha, jaldi-jaldi tayyar hua, aur office ke liye bhaga. Noor ne fatafat mera nashta banaya. Kal ke bache hue pending kaam ne meri zindagi haraam kar rakhi thi. Office pahunchte hi report par kaam shuru kiya aur usmein itna masroof ho gaya ki us harami Hira ka phone miss kar diya. Lunch ke waqt jab maine phone uthaya, tab uska miss call dikha.

Maine turant Hira ko phone lagaya.

"Kya haal hai, meri biwi ke boyfriend? Haha!" maine mazaak se kaha.

"Main theek hoon, bhadwe. Phone kyun nahi uthaya?" Hira ne roodhapan se pucha.

"Office ke kaam mein busy tha, yaar. Bata, kuch baat bani?" maine pucha.

"Uski chinta tu mat kar. Accha, bhadwe, mujhe 5000 rupaye bhej," usne kaha.

Main chaunk gaya. "Paise? Woh bhi 5000? Kyun chahiye?" maine sawal kiya.

"Teri biwi—arre, mera matlab meri girlfriend ko gift dena hai," Hira ne kaha.

"To apne paise se de na gift. Mere paise kyun chahiye? Haha!" maine haskar jawab diya.

"Arre, behenchod, tu zabaan ladata hai mujhse? Chupchap paise bhej!" usne gussa dikhaya.

Uska aise dhauns jamana aur gussa dikhana mujhe lazzat ke samundar mein doobne laga. Phir bhi himmat karke maine kaha, "Aur nahi diya to?"

"Behenchod, bhadwe! Paise nahi bheje to teri khair nahi. Itna marunga ki gaand se khoon phekega!" Hira ne dhamki di.

Achanak mujhe ehsaas hua ki usmein kuch zyada hi himmat badh gayi thi, jo mujhe bada accha lag raha tha. "Lekin itne paison ka kya karoge?" maine pucha.

"Tujhe usse kya? Aur saale, agar paise nahi bheje to teri biwi ko kothe pe nachwa ke paise nikalwaunga!" usne kaha.

Ye sun mera lund tan gaya, aur shareer thar-thar kaampne laga. "Apni maal ko nachwaoge? Tumhe zara bhi sharam-laaj hai ya nahi?" maine mazaak mein kaha.

"Saale, behenchod bhadwe! Sahi kaha—teri ammi ko nachwaunga, madarchod!" Hira ne palatwar kiya.

"Lekin woh to usne patayega na? Woh tujhe nachane thodi dega, hee hee," maine haskar kaha.

"Arre, meri jaan, Panna itna bada haramzada hai ki apni maa ko kothe pe baitha de. Teri ammi phir kya cheez hai? Haha!" Hira ne zor se hasa.

Hum dono hasne lage, phir maine kaha, "Theek hai, main paise bhej raha hoon, akhir jaa to wo meri mera matlab tumhari girlfriend ke paas hi. Jo karna hai karo."

Woh mujhpar hasa aur phone kaat diya. Maine bank se uske account mein paise bhej diye.

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Din kaam mein ulajh kar beeta. Sham ko main thaka-hara ghar pahuncha aur jaldi hi so gaya. Agla din Saturday tha, meri chhutti ka din. Main der se utha. Noor ne mere liye chai aur nashta tayyar rakha tha. Main akhbaar liye table par baith gaya. Thodi der baad abbu mere paas aaye aur bagal mein baithkar ek kitaab padhne lage. Kuch pal baad main wahan se utha aur TV dekhne laga. Dheere-dheere waqt beet raha tha. Kareeb 11 baje darwaze par khatkhat ki awaaz aayi. Main sofe se utha, bahar gaya, aur darwaza khola to saamne woh kameena Hira khada tha, aur uske saath ek darawana sa aadmi, jo kisi purani Bollywood film ke gunde jaisa lag raha tha. Unhe dekhkar meri rooh kaamp gayi. Maine kuch pal unhe ghoora, phir chhat ka jhooth yaad aaya. "Oh, chhat ka kaam karne aaye ho? Tum hi ho Panna?" maine us aadmi se pucha. Usne kuch bola nahi, bas haan mein sir hila diya. Maine unhe chhat tak ka rasta dikhaya aur khud sofe par wapas baith gaya. Andar se ghabrahat ho rahi thi, lekin maine use nazarandaaz kiya. Meri nazar ammi ko dhoondh rahi thi, jo apne kamre mein leti hui thi. Kuch pal beete hi the ki Hira ka message aaya: "Ammi ko bhej apni, bol dena labour kaam dikhana chahta hai."

Main message ko kaafi der tak padhta raha, phir ammi ke kamre mein gaya. Abbu abhi bhi kitaab mein aankhein gadaye hue the. Maine ammi se dheere se kaha, "Ammi, chhat ka kaam theek se ho raha hai?" Unhone meri taraf thodi ghabrahat se dekha aur kaha, "Theek hi hai." Unki baat se main andaza laga sakta tha ki unke dil mein bhi kuch chal raha tha. "Ammi, aap ek baar dekh lo, kaam sahi se ho raha hai ya nahi," maine kaha. Ammi ne jhat se jawab diya, "Tu ghar par hai na, tu dekh le." Main thoda muskura diya aur bola, "Ammi, isme main kya dekhunga? Yeh sab aap hi dekh leti to behtar hota." Maine ammi ko chhat par jaane ke liye phuslana shuru kiya, lekin woh bilkul nahi maani. Phir maine kaha, "Accha, to Noor ko bhej deta hoon. Woh dekh legi to kaam chal jayega." Noor ka naam sunte hi ammi bol uthi, "Accha-accha, main jaati hoon." Unke chehre par darr aur ghabrahat saaf dikh rahi thi, jaise woh jahannum mein jaane wali hon.

Maine ammi ko chhat par bhej diya aur khud sofe par baith gaya. Abbu bistar par letkar sone chale gaye. Ammi ke chhat par jaane ke kareeb 20 minute baad main dheere se chhat ki taraf badha, jahan woh kameena Hira, Panna, aur meri ammi the.

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Chapter - 24

Chhat ke kone par khada, meri aankhein ammi ko dhoondh rahi thi, lekin woh teeno mujhe chhat par kahin nahi dikhe. Main ahista-ahista chhat ke chhote se kamre ki taraf badha. Mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, sochta hua ki us kamre ke andar mujhe kya nazar aayega. Ek taraf main ammi ko patate hue dekhna chahta tha, jaise maine Noor ko dekha tha; doosri taraf andar ka darr mujhe jakad raha tha.

Jaise hi main kamre ke kareeb pahuncha, mujhe ehsaas hua ki woh kameena Hira deewar ke kone mein baitha bidi pee raha tha. Main uski taraf badha, dimag mein sawal utha, "Yeh akele yahan kya kar raha hai?" "Tum akele yahan?" maine pucha. Usne dhuaan meri taraf udate hue hansa aur bola, "Haan, saale, chhat pe kaam kar raha hoon." Main uske jawab par thoda hasa aur pucha, "Ammi kahan hai, aur tera woh dost?" Usne haath se kamre ki taraf ishara kiya, jahan main pehle hi ja raha tha, aur kaha, "Teri ammi abhi pyar kar rahi hai, disturb mat kar unhe, bhadwe." Main andar se chehak utha, lazzat mein doob gaya. "Kya, kaam ho gaya? Itni jaldi pata liya tere dost ne ammi ko?" Meri awaaz mein khushi aur uttejana aise chhalki, jaise bharpoor daaru ka glass. Is par us kameene ne jawab diya, "Nahi be, bhadwe, lekin ab zyada time nahi lagega, haha!" Uski hansi dekh main bhi hasne laga, dil mein ek ajeeb si khushi aur bechaini ka mela lag gaya tha.

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Main wahin us kameene Hira ke saath baitha tha ki tabhi chhat par kisi ke aane ki awaaz sunayi di. Main ekdum darr gaya. Kuch pal baad Noor nazar aayi, haathon mein kapdon se bhari balti pakde hue. Use dekhte hi Hira utha aur mujhe ishaare se wahin chhupne ko kaha. Main deewar ke kone se Hira ko meri biwi ke paas jate dekhta raha. Ajeeb sa mahol tha—meri ammi chhat ke kamre mein pata nahi kya kar rahi thi, aur meri biwi kapde sukhane aayi thi, jahan uska aashiq usse mil gaya. Maine apni aankhein Noor aur uske kameene boyfriend par gadayi. Dono jaldi-jaldi kapde taang rahe the, aapas mein hansi-mazaak karte hue. Main unki baatein sunne ki koshish kar raha tha, lekin doori ki wajah se kuch saaf sunai nahi diya. Mera haath apne aap lund par chala gaya, aur main use haule-haule sehlane laga. Kuch hi pal beete the ki balti ke saare kapde taang diye gaye. Phir mere saamne, bade aaraam se, woh haramzada Hira meri biwi ko peeche se pakadkar gale laga liya. Yeh dekh main andar se machal utha. Noor usse chhutne ki nautanki kar rahi thi, lekin uski hansi saaf bata rahi thi ki uska dil chhutne mein nahi tha. Main yeh sab dekhkar man hi man hans diya, lazzat ke samundar mein doobta hua.

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Mera lund kadak tha, chhat par ek ajeeb sa kamuk mahol tha. Main kone mein chhupa, apni biwi ko uske kameene boyfriend ke saath maze karte dekh raha tha, aur ammi kamre mein pata nahi kya kar rahi thi. Saturday ki thandi hawa ka maza lete hue, main apne aadhe khade lund ko haule-haule sehla raha tha.

Tabhi meri biwi Noor ki awaaz mere kaanon tak pahunchi, woh bade pyar se apne aashiq ko mana kar rahi thi, "Chhod na, Hira, koi dekh lega."

"Koi nahi dekhega, jaaneman," Hira ne shararati lehje mein kaha, apne haathon ko Noor ke kamar par aur kas liya. Noor ne halki si hansi ke saath uska haath hatane ki koshish ki, lekin uski koshish mein woh masti thi jo mujhe door se bhi dikhai di. "Hira, besharam, yahan nahi!" Noor ne dheere se kaha.

Kuch der baad us kameene ne Noor ko azaad kiya aur khud apni jeans par haath laga kar neeche khiskaane laga. Yeh dekh Noor ghabra gayi aur thodi tezi se boli, "Pagal ho kya? Koi dekh lega! Upar kheench, galeech insaan!" Meri pyari Noor us kameene ko manane ki nakaam koshish kar rahi thi, lekin mere saamne dekhte-dekhte us harami ne jeans ki zip kholi aur apna kaala lund baahar nikaal kar hawa mein jhulaane laga.

Noor ghabrate hue boli, "Kya karta hai, paglu kahin ka?" Uski daant mein bhi ek chhupa ishq tha. Hira ne masti se kaha, "Baby, muh mein lo na, kitne din se tadap raha hoon." Yeh sun Noor sharam se tamatar ho gayi, nazar idhar-udhar daudane lagi aur boli, "Nahi, Hira, yahan bahut khatra hai. Baad mein." Hira ne phir zidd ki, "Please karo na, baby." "Nahi, Hira, baad mein," Noor ne dobara kaha. "Accha, kam se kam ek baar kissi to de do na," Hira ne shararat se kaha. Yeh sun Noor ne jhat se Hira ke honthon par ek chhota sa chumban de diya. Yeh ishq-vishq ka khel mere dil ko tadpa raha tha, par sath mein lazzat bhi de raha tha. Lekin kiss dete hi Hira muskura diya aur bola, "Neeche, pagal! Lund pe kissi chahiye, warna main yahin pant utaar ke rone lagoonga!" Uski yeh chutiyapa bhari baat sun Noor aur mujhe hansi aa gayi, lekin maine apni hansi pee li, chhupte hue yeh tamasha dekhta raha.

Noor ne Hira ki baat sun kar ek thodi si sharmili hasi chhodi aur uske kaale lund ki taraf dekha, jaise soch rahi ho ki kya kare. "Hira, tu sach mein ek number ka kameena hai," usne dheere se kaha, par uski aankhon mein ek chhupa hua josh tha jo mujhe door se bhi dikhai de raha tha. Hira ne apna lund haath mein pakda, ek badmash si muskaan ke saath bola, "Jaan, ek chhoti si kiss hi to maangi hai, itna bhi nahi de sakti apne boyfriend ko?" Noor ne nazar jhukayi, phir idhar-udhar dekha, jaise yakeen kar rahi ho ki koi nahi dekh raha. Main kone mein chhupa, saans roke yeh tamasha dekhta raha, mera lund pant mein tadap raha tha, par maine khud ko chhune se roka, bas us lazzat ko jee raha tha. Noor ne aakhirkaar ek chhoti si hansi ke saath jhuk kar Hira ke lund ke tip par ek jhatke se kiss kiya aur turant peeche hati, sharam se laal hote hue boli, "Bas, ab khush? Ab yeh chhupa le, besharam!" Hira ne zor se hasa, "Arre, meri jaan, abhi to dil bhar bhi nahi, ek baar aur kar na!" Noor ne uski taraf gusse se dekha, par uski hansi chhup nahi rahi thi. "Hatt, kameene, ab kapde tangne de mujhe," usne kaha aur balti ki taraf badhi, par Hira ne uska haath pakad liya, dheere se kaha, "Kapde to sab hi taang diye, bahana bana rahi hai, koi nahi dekhega baby, ab thodi si masti karne de na".

Noor ne Hira ka haath jhatakne ki nakli koshish ki, par uski aankhon mein woh shararat thi jo mujhe saaf dikhai de rahi thi. "Hira, tu hadd karta hai!" usne masti se kaha, lekin apne aap ko uske kareeb hone se rok nahi payi. Hira ne uski kamar pakad li, aur ek badmash hasi ke saath bola, "Hadd to abhi baki hai, meri jaan. Teri yeh gori kamar dekhkar mera lund to pagal ho raha hai!" Noor ne sharma kar apna dupatta theek kiya, par uske chehre par ek chhoti si muskaan thi. "Besharam, yahan khulle aam aisi baatein karta hai!" usne daantte hue kaha, lekin uski awaaz mein ek chhupa hua maza tha. Main kone mein chhupa, saans dabaye yeh sab dekh raha tha. Hira ne Noor ko dheere se chhat ki deewar ke sahare dabaya, uski kameez ke neeche haath daal kar uski nangi kamar sehlayi. "Kya cheez hai tu, Noor, ekdum malai jaisi," usne phusphusate hue kaha. Noor ne halki si siski chhodi, "Hira, yahan nahi, please, koi aa jayega," par uski awaaz mein woh zidd nahi thi jo chhutne wali hoti hai.

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Meri biwi Noor aur us kameene Hira ka khel mere dil ko chubh raha tha, par sath hi mera lund pant mein kadak ho raha tha. Tabhi chhat ke kamre se darwaza khulne ki awaaz aayi. Noor aur Hira ne ek-doosre ko dekha, aur Noor ne itni tezi se balti uthayi aur wahan se bhag gayi ki main aur Hira aankhein malte reh gaye. Main kone mein chhupa, saans roke yeh tamasha dekhta raha. Kamre se pehle Hira ka darawana dost Panna nikla, pasine se lathpath, chehre par ek gandi muskaan. Uske peeche meri ammi nikli, pasine se tar, jism halka-halka kaanpta hua. Ammi ne burqa jaldi theek karna chaha, par unki nazar Hira ke zip se jhoolte lund par padi. Unki aankhein sharam aur ghabrahat se phat gayi, chehra tamatar jaisa laal hua, aur woh burqa pakde bina seedhiyon ki taraf daudi, ek shabd na boli.

Panna ne Hira ki taraf dekha, uska jhoolta lund dekha, aur ek lafua hasi ke saath bola, "Arre, behenchod, tera lavda kyun hawa mein nach raha hai? Bhabhi ji pe niyat kharab kar li, saale tharki?" Hira ne lund jaldi jeans mein ghusaaya.

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Main kone mein chhupa, ek darshak ki tarah saans roke yeh tamasha dekhta raha, mera lund pant mein hard ho raha tha. Mere saamne woh dono kameene meri ammi aur biwi ke baare mein gandi-gandi baatein kar rahe the. Hira ne Panna ko pasine se tar dekha, uske paas gaya aur bola, "Kyun boss, kaam ho gaya lagta hai?" Panna ne ek lafua hasi ke saath jawab diya, "Nahi be, abhi nahi, lekin jaldi hi!"

Hira ne masti mein pucha, "Lekin itni kaanp rahi thi, pasine-pasine, itni der se kar kya rahe the?" Panna ne mooch par haath phera, ek tharki muskaan ke saath kaha, "Dekh, Hira, tu kaccha khiladi hai. Bata, tujhe apni item se lund ghiswane mein kitne din lage?" Hira ne thodi sharmindagi se hasa, "Bahut slow yaar, do-teen mahine lag gaye, aur saali abhi bhi nakhre karti hai, kya bataun!" Panna ne ek badmash hasi chhodi, "Dekha, tu abhi baccha hai! Patane ke chakkar mein tu saala pura waqt barbaad kar deta hai."

Main unki baatein gaur se sun raha tha, dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. Man mein socha, Panna ki baat bhi sahi hai—Hira ne patane aur razamand karne mein kitne din laga diye. Panna ne aage kaha, "Hira, tujhe sirf apne maqsad se matlab hona chahiye, tu saala romantic ban jata hai, haha!" Hira ne palatwar kiya, "Hatt, saale, tu mujhe sikhayega?" Panna ne ek gandi hasi ke saath kaha, "Bilkul, madarchod, dekh yeh!"

Panna ne apna haath Hira ke naak ke paas le gaya, ungliyan hawa mein lahraate hue bola, "Sung, madarchod, yeh ungli pe jo ras hai, yeh maine is aurat se teen din mein nikala! Tu hota to saala pata nahi kitne jamaane laga deta!" Hira ne aankhein phaad kar dekha, "Arre, saale, tune bhabhi ji ki choot mein haath daal diya?" Panna ne zor se hasa, "Aur nahi to kya? Aisi auraton mein garmi bhari hoti hai, saale, bas nikaalne wala chahiye!" Dono kameene hasne lage.

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Woh dono kameene hasate hue neeche utar gaye, to maine mauka dekhkar chhat ke kamre mein ghusa. Andar kamra bilkul ganda tha, siwaye kone mein lage bistar ke, jo maine kuch saptah pehle Hira aur uski girlfriend ke liye rakha tha. Man hi man muskura kar main neeche apne kamre mein aa gaya, dimag mein bas yahi chal raha tha ki us kamre mein aakhir kya hua tha. Hall mein pahuncha aur time dekha—12 bajne wale the. Noor kitchen mein khana bana rahi thi, par ammi ka pata nahi tha.

Main kitchen mein gaya, jahan Noor curry banane mein masroof thi. Maine use peeche se pakad liya aur usi tarah bola jaisa uska boyfriend baat karta tha, "Baby, kahan busy ho? Aao na, pyar karte hain!" Achanak meri is harkat se Noor chaunk gayi, mujhse door hati aur boli, "Rizwan ke abbu, yeh kya kar rahe hain? Koi dekh lega, hai tauba!"

"Kaun dekhega, baby? Apna hi ghar hai," maine masti mein kaha.

Noor ne aankh dikhayi, gusse mein dheere se boli, "Ammi-abbu ka to khayal rakhein!"

Main peeche hata, phir apne kamre mein chala gaya. Dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, lekin kuch karne ka junoon chadh gaya. Maine turant Hira ko phone lagaya.

"Hello, Hira, kahan ho abhi? Ek kaam karoge?" maine pucha.

"Main to neeche hi hoon. Bolo, kya kaam hai? Saale, mazdoori ka kaam nahi karunga!" Hira ne haskar kaha.

"Nahi, nahi, koi mazdoori nahi," maine jaldi se kaha.

"To bolo, kya hai?" usne poocha.

"Arre, Noor kitchen mein khana bana rahi hai, ammi-abbu so rahe hain," maine dheere se kaha.

"To?" Hira ne utavlepan se kaha.

"To aao ghar pe, Noor ke saath maze karo," maine tharki lehje mein kaha.

"Saale bhadwe, tere ghar maze se zyada saza jhelni padti hai!" Hira ne haskar jawab diya.

"Kuch nahi hoga. Waise bhi, tere chutiye dost ne bataya na, thodi jor-jabardasti karni padti hai," maine usse chheda.

Kuch pal woh chup raha, phir bola, "Aata hoon."
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Panch minute baad darwaze par khatkhat ki awaaz hui. Main apne kamre mein tha, dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. Noor kitchen se khana chhodkar darwaza kholne gayi. Main bhi chupke se hall mein nikla, dekha to Hira tha. Noor ne usse dheere se kuch kaha, aur Hira ne mujhe dekhte hi safai di, “Madam ne kitchen mein koi repair ke liye bulaya tha, main wahi dekhne aaya hoon.” Main chupchap apne kamre mein wapas chala gaya, lekin josh aur uttejana se dimag bhaag raha tha.

Panch minute baad, main phir chupke se kitchen ke paas aaya aur ek kone mein chhup gaya, jahan se sab dikhai de raha tha. Hira Noor ke peeche khada tha, usne wahi style apnaya jo maine try kiya tha—use peeche se pakad liya aur tharki lehje mein bola, “Baby, kahan busy ho? Aao na, pyar karte hain!” Noor ek pal ke liye chaunki, usne Hira ka haath jhatka aur dheere se kaha, “Hira, pagalpan mat kar, koi aa jayega!” Par uski awaaz mein sharmili masti thi, jaise chhat par dikhi thi.

Hira ne Noor ki kamar aur kheench li, uske kaan mein phusphusaya, “Arre, jaan, Kuch nahi hoga! Apna hi ghar hai, thodi masti kar lene de na!” Noor ne halka sa haskar uske seene par thappad maara, “Besharam, khana jal jayega! Aur ammi-abbu uth gaye to?” Phir woh dheere se boli, “Tu bas ek kaam kar, ghar walon par nazar rakh, koi aaye to batana.” Yeh kehte hue woh khana chalane lagi, par Hira ke haathon mein pighal rahi thi. Hira ne uska dupatta dheere se khiska diya, kameez ke neeche haath daal kar kamar sehlai, aur bola, “Baby, yeh gori kamar to ekdum malai hai, thodi dabaoon?” Noor ne siski chhodi, “Hira, badmash, dheere kar!” par uski hasi aur josh bata rahe the ki woh maza le rahi thi, ek haath se khana chalate hue, doosre se Hira ko chhedte hue.
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Hira ne apna zip khola aur apna kala lund nikala. Noor ne dekhte hi jhuta gussa dikhaya, “Yeh kya kar rahe ho, badmash?”

Hira ne tharki hasi ke saath kaha, “Arre, madam ji, aapne hi to chuha marne ke liye bulaya tha! Yeh raha woh chuha!”

Noor ne garam cholni uthayi, masti mein uske lund ki taraf le jati hui boli, “Achha, to main isse bhaga doon?” Hira ne jaldi haath aage badhaya, “Arre, baby, chuha aise nahi bhagta!”

Noor ne haskar kaha, “Mujhe try to karne de, tab pata chalega bhagta hai ya nahi!” Dono dheere se hasne lage.

Hira ne cholni uske haath se li, “Baby, yeh mujhe de, main khana chalata hoon. Aur tujhpe bhi nazar rakhunga!”

Noor ne naak sikodi, “Hoonh! Aaj itni meharbani, janab?”

Hira ne ek gandi muskaan ke saath jawab diya, “Arre, tu meri seva kar, main ammi-abbu par bhi nazar rakhunga!”

Unki masti bhari baatein sun main kone mein chhupa maza le raha tha, dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. Hira ne apna haath Noor ke muh ke paas le gaya, dheere se bola, “Jaan, muh mein le na.”

Noor, jisne pandrah minute pehle mujhe thukra diya tha, ab isi kitchen mein dheere se ghutnon pe baith gayi. Hira ke haath mein cholni thi, jisse woh khana chala raha tha, aur Noor ne uska lund mooh mein le liya, chupke-chupke maza dete hue, kabhi darwaze ki taraf dekhti. Main man hi man Noor ki himmat ki sabaashi de raha tha—kabhi nahi socha tha aisa din aayega. Mera lund aur jism uttejana se kaanp raha tha.
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Usi kitchen ki floor pe Noor ghutnon pe baithi thi, uske muh mein Hira ka bada, kala lund tha, jise woh dheere se chus rahi thi—wahin jahan usne mujhe aankh dikhakar bhaga diya tha. Main kone mein chhupa, pant sarkakar apne lund ko haath se upar-neeche karne laga. Ammi-abbu ke jagne ka darr romanch aur lazzat ko kayi guna bada raha tha. Meri biwi ka yeh roop—kya kehne! Main andar se machal raha tha, dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. Man hi man socha, shayad uske dost ki baat sahi thi—noor aur meri ammi jaisi auraton mein, jo zindagi bhar qaid rehti hain, aag kuch zyada hi hoti hai, bas nikalne wala chahiye hota hai.

Hira ne cholni se sabzi chalate hue kaha, “Baby, sabzi mein paani kam ho raha hai, aur daal doon kya?”

Noor, lund muh mein liye, “Mmmn… mmnnn…” bolne ki koshish ki, aur uski yeh awaaz sun main andar hi andar has pada.

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Mera haath mere lund pe tezi se chal raha tha, samne ka scene itna tharki tha ki dil dhadak raha tha. Noor ke muh se jab saaf awaaz nahi nikli, usne Hira ka lund mooh se thook diya aur jaldi khadi hokar cholni cheen li.

“Mera sara sabzi kharab kar diya, hatt yahan se!” Noor ne gusse mein kaha.

Hira ne tharki hasi ke saath jawab diya, “Arre, baby, main to paani daal raha tha na!”

“Paani nahi daalte, bewakoof! Flame kam karte hain. Tujhe khana banane ka kuch pata bhi hai?” Noor ne apne aashiq ko daantte hue kaha.

Meri biwi ka uske aashiq ko yeh daantna sun main lazzat mein doob gaya. Maine haath lund se hata liya aur kone se kitchen mein dekhta raha, jism abhi bhi uttejana se kaanp raha tha. Noor ne jaldi-jaldi sabzi sambhali, flame adjust kiya, aur kadhai chalayi. Hira phir uske paas gaya, bacche ki tarah zidd karte hue bola, “Jaan, ab to khana theek hai, wapas se chus na, bas thodi der!”

Noor ne aankh dikhayi, par ek sharmili hasi chhup nahi payi, “Besharam, ammi-abbu uth gaye to? Thodi der ruk, sabzi utaar doon.” Par Hira ne uski kamar pakdi, “Arre, baby, yeh lund bhi to jal raha hai, thodi si aag bujha de!” Noor ne halka sa thappad uske haath par maara, par uski masti bhari nazar bata rahi thi ki woh dobara khel ke liye tayyar thi.
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Noor dubara ghutnon pe baith gayi, uske gulabi honth Hira ke kaale lund ko phir se qaid kar chuke the. Yeh dekh main bhi kone mein chhupa apne lund ko dheere se sehlane laga, lazzat mein dooba hua. Kuch hi pal beetne ke baad mera lund alvida keh gaya, paani mere haath mein sann ho chuka tha. Lekin woh kameena Hira, meri biwi se lund chuswate hue bhi kadak tha. Mere dil mein Hira ke liye izzat badh gayi. Maine paas pade tauliye se haath pochha, lund pant mein daala, aur wapas kitchen ka haal lene laga. Noor ghutnon pe baithi Hira ke lund ka raspaan karne mein masroof thi, aur Hira sab kuch bhoolkar chuswane ka maza le raha tha.

Tabhi tez jalne ki badbu aur dhua kitchen mein failne laga. Mujhe yeh mehsus hone ke do-teen second baad Noor jhatke se khadi hui, gusse se Hira ko ghoorte hue boli, “Khana jal gaya, hai re! Hira, maine tujhe sabzi chalate rehne ko kaha tha na!” Hira ne chutiya jaisi shakal banayi, tharki hasi ke saath kaha, “Baby, tere muh ke samundar mein doob gaya tha!” Uska yeh chutiyapa sun Noor muskura di, us kameene par zara bhi gussa nahi aaya. Main man hi man hans diya—mard ke lund ka jadoo! Noor ne kadhai utari, flame band kiya, aur Hira ki taraf masti bhari nazar se dekha, “Ab kya, badmash? Sabzi khatm, ab kya khaoge?” Hira ne uski kamar pakdi, “Jaan, tujhe kha loon, yeh ras to abhi bhi baki hai!”
“Nahi, badmash!” Noor ne uske haath par halka sa thappad maara, “Ghar ke liye sabzi le aao, ab banane ka time nahi hai. Ammi-abbu uthne hi wale honge.” Usne box se 100 rupaye ka note nikala aur Hira ko thama, phir kadhai paani mein bhigo di. Hira ne note pakda, par ek sharminda muskaan ke saath kaha, “Baby, kam se kam mera paani nikal de na, phir turant chala jaunga!”

Noor ne aankh dikhayi, par uski hansi chhup nahi payi, “Besharam, sabzi ke bina ammi daantengi, jaldi ja!”

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Main tazzub mein tha ki Noor ko sirf ammi-abbu ki chinta kyun thi, meri kyun nahi. Ek pal ke liye ghabrahat chha gayi, “Kahin us harami Hira ne mere baare mein to nahi bata diya?” Par main wahan se hata, bistar pe jaakar let gaya, aur sone ka natak karne laga. Kuch hi pal mein Noor kamre mein aayi, drawer se kuch nikaala, aur wapas bahar chali gayi.

Main man hi man hansa, aur sone ka natak jaari rakha. Thodi der baad Noor wapas aayi, AC ko tez kiya, aur mere bagal mein bistar pe baith gayi. Apne aap se bol rahi thi, “Kitna badmash hai yeh ladka, achha hai Rizwan ke abbu chain se so rahe hain.” Woh phone nikaal kar videos dekhne lagi, mere itne kareeb ki uski khushboo mujhe chhed rahi thi.

Main aankhein masalte hue utha. Mujhe dekh Noor ne pyari si muskaan di, “Uth gaye, Rizwan ke abbu? Chalein, khana ban hi gaya hai, aap fresh ho jaiye.” Maine aankhein masal kar nautanki ki, uski taraf dekha, “Achanak aankh lag gayi thi. Kitna baj raha hai?” Noor ne pyar se meri taraf dekha, phone se waqt batate hue boli, “Haan, Hira ne bataya tha ki aap so gaye hain. Abhi sadhe barah bajne wale hain, Rizwan ke abbu.” Uski baat sun main samajh gaya—saale us kameene Hira ne pehle hi use jhut bata diya tha ki main so chuka hoon. Main man hi man hansa, aur Noor ke gulabi honthon ko ghurte hue ek ajeeb si gandh mehsus ki—jab woh bol rahi thi, tab uske mooh se Hira ke lund ki tharki mehak aayi. Main dang reh gaya, andar hi andar hasa—arre, isne to kulla bhi nahi kiya! Yeh soch mera lund pant mein phir kadak ho gaya.

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Gate pe dastak hui to Noor uthi, meri taraf dekha, “Rizwan ke abbu, ready ho jaiyein, main ammi-abbu ko utha deti hoon. Khana tayyar hai.” Main bathroom mein gaya, jhut-muth haath dhoye, aur dining kamre mein chala gaya. Wahan table saja hua tha, Noor aur Hira khana nikaal rahe the. Abbu ne bahar ki sabzi dekhkar poochha, “Ghar mein nahi bana aaj? Bahar se kyun aaya?” Noor ne jawab diya, “Khana thoda jal gaya tha, abbu. Kapde dhalne mein deri ho gayi.” Saaf jhut! Sach to yeh ki lund chusne ke chakkar mein sabzi jala di thi. Main man hi man hansa, jabki woh kameena Hira meri biwi ko tharki nazron se ghurane laga.

Ammi-abbu khane lage, Noor aur Hira side mein khade the. Hira ne meri taraf dekha, bola, “Sahab, chhat pe kuch saaf karna hai, woh kar deta hoon.” Usne dheere se Noor ki taraf ishara kiya, jo sirf maine dekha. Main samajh gaya uska iraada, turant bola, “Noor, upar chali jao, dekh lena sab kaam theek hai. Store ki safai bhi karwa dena.” ‘Store’ shabd sunte hi Ammi jaise current lagakar chaunk gayi, jise dekh main khyaalon mein muskura diya.

Ammi, abbu aur main khane mein masroof hone lage, jabki meri biwi aur woh harami Hira chhat ki taraf ja rahe the. Mera lund bina haath lagaye tan gaya tha.

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Mere sarir me roye khade ho rahe the, main betab tha janane ke liye ke liye ki upar kya gul khilaye jaa rahe hain, par waqt bahut dheere chal raha tha, main jaldi jaldi khana kha raha tha taki main wahan se uth jald-se-jald upar jaa sakun pata karne ki akhir chal kya raha hai. Romach aur lazzat me mere hanth bhi thode thode kanmp rahe the, yahan niche pura khan khane me masroof tha aur usi waqt meri begum upar chat pe rangreliyan mana rahi thi, mere chehre pe thoda thoda muskaan bhi tha, main apne ammi-abbu se anap sanap baatein kar raha tha ghar ka.

Maine jitna jaldi ho saka maine khana khatam kiya aur phir maine jaldi se apne hath dhoye aur phir ammi-abbu jo abhi kha hi rahe the kaha, "main upar dekh ke aa ta hun" jis pe unhone sehmati jatai. Main jaldi se tez kadmo se sidhi chadate hue chhat pe aa gaya, meri nazar sidhe usi kamare pe gayi jahan mujhe yakeen tha meri bibi noor thi apne kameene boyfriend ke sath. Main dheeme kadmo ke sath us kamare ki aur badha, kone pe kadha maine kamare ke andar nazar daali aur andar meri bibi noor thi usi kameene ke sath hi thi.

Main wahin gande sise ki khidki se andar ka nazara dekhane laga, aur meri dil dhakdhak karne lagi, andar wo kamina hira apni jeans pair tak kar ke kiye usi charpai tha jise maine unke liye upar chipaya tha aur jispe meri ammi kuch waqqt pehle leti hui thi. Pair ke paas sarir jhukaye baithi thi meri pyari begum Noor.

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Chapter - 28


Kamre ke andar woh kameena Hira pair failaye baitha tha, uski nangi janghon ke beech meri nazar padi aur dil dhadka—meri pyari, masoom begum Noor ka sir jhuka hua tha, uske lambe baal ek tharki parda banaye, chehra chhupa rahe the. Maine dheere se baal side kiye to nazara saaf hua: meri biwi ke gulabi honth Hira ke kale, danda-sa lund ko jakde, dheeme-dheeme upar-neeche ho rahe the. Woh bade shauq se chus rahi thi, har chusai ke saath gili chhap-chhap ki awaaz goonjti thi. Hira ke muh se siskari nikli, “Ohh, Noor, tu to meri jaan le legi!” Noor ke haath uski janghon ko sehla rahe the, ek haath deewar ka sahara liye, saans tezi se chalne lagi.

Phir Noor ne uska lund muh se nikala, hath mein daboch liya. Uski shaitani gulabi hansi chehre pe khel rahi thi. Hira ko ishq bhari nazron se dekhte hue boli, “Kya jaldi hai, badmash? Itni aag lagi hai kya?” Hira hanfate hue bola, “Arre, baby, nikal kyun liya? Abhi to maza chadha tha, wapas le na!” Noor ne uske bade, gile lund pe hath dheere-dheere ghumaya, muskurate hue kaha, “Pehle bol, kitna pyar karta hai mujhe, tab sochungi!” Hira ne siski bhari, “Jaan, tu bol to tujhe chand-taare tod doon, bas daal na jaldi!” Noor ne haskar uska lund halka sa dabaya, “Chand-taare chhod, yeh bata, ammi-abbu ne pakda to kya karega?” Hira ne tharki hasi di, “Unko bol doonga, bhabhi ji safai sikha rahi thi!” Noor ne chhota sa jhatka uske lund pe maara, “Besharam, abhi dikhati hoon safai!” Phir usne lund ko dheere se sehlaya, Hira ko tadpate hue.

Main khidki ke kone se chhupa sab dekhta raha, jalan ke saath ek ajeeb maza bhi mehsoos ho raha tha. Noor ne phir apna hath aage badhaya aur Hira ke lund ke topa ko dheeme se chuma. Uski khal wala lund mujhe ajeeb laga, lekin meri biwi ke liye shayad woh dilkash tha, kyunki usne muh khola aur wapas andar le liya. Hira ke muh se tez siskari nikli, “Haan, saali, aise hi le pura andar, eeeeaah!” Uska chehra sukun se bhar gaya. Niche meri biwi uske kaale, gande lund ko wapas shauq se chus rahi thi.

Main wahan putla-sa khada tha, andar ek ajeeb lehar daud rahi thi. Dil ko sakun tha ki jo main chah raha tha, woh ab ho raha tha. Meri biwi ab is kameene ke saath bilkul comfortable thi. Meri aankhein un dono pe jam si gayi. Tabhi Hira ke muh se gurrane ki awaaz aayi, jaise koi toofan aane wala ho.
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Uski gurrahat tez hoti gayi, aur maine dekha ki uske haath meri begum ke sir par chadh gaye. Uski awaaz ek cheekh mein badal gayi, aur usne Noor ke sir ko taqat se jakad liya, dono haathon se uska sir ek jagah thham diya. Yeh dekh mera dil dhadka—jis tarah usne pakda tha, mujhe laga Noor ko dard ho raha hoga.

Phir usne ek zor ki cheekh maari, jise sun main dar gaya ki kahin yeh awaaz neeche na chali jaye. Us kameene ne phir ek aur cheekh nikali, aur meri aankhon ke saamne uske lund ki nas aage-piche hone lagi. Main samajh gaya—yeh meri biwi ke gale mein apna virya daal raha tha, ek garam, chipchipa dhaar, jo uske muh ko bhar raha tha. Yeh dekh main pagal-sa ho gaya, aur apne lund ko tezi se ragadne laga. Hira ne ek aur cheekh maari, uska lund bina ruke aage-piche hota raha. Main hairaan tha—koi itni der tak paani kaise baha sakta hai? Phir, kuch pal baad, uska sharir dheela pada. Usne Noor ke sir se haath hata liye, aur Noor ne jhat se apna muh uske lund se alag kiya.

Woh buri tarah hanf rahi thi, uske honthon par virya ka ek lamba, chamkila dhaga latak raha tha, jaise koi ganda resham. Usne gusse se Hira ki taraf dekha aur boli, “Badtameez kameene!” Yeh kehte hue woh khansi, aur wahi Hira, madarchod ki tarah muskura raha tha, bilkul dheela, aaram se baitha. Noor ki saansein tez ho gayi, uske muh se ulti jaisi awaaz aayi, aur usne bagal mein zameen par dher saara virya ugal diya. Virya ki tadad dekh main chaunk gaya—ek insaan ka itna kaise ho sakta hai? Tab mujhe yaad aaya: meri biwi ab ek asli mard ke saath thi.

Noor ne virya thooka aur gusse se us harami ko daantne lagi, “Tujhe samajh nahi aata kya karta hai? Itna andar ghusa diya, khu-khu-khu!” Uska chehra thook aur virya se geela ho chuka tha, aankhein laal, jaise roshni mein jhalak rahi hon. Phir bhi, un dono ke beech ek gussa-mazaak ka khel chalta raha, jaise yeh sab unka apna nasha ho.

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Chapter - 29

Noor aur Hira muskurate hue ek doosre se hansi-mazaak kar rahe the, aur main khidki ke kone se chhupkar unhe dekhta raha, chehre par ek halki si muskan liye. Unka yeh khel dekh mujhe sach mein maza aa raha tha. Meri mehnat rang la rahi thi—meri biwi, jo pehle dari-sehmi si rehti thi, ab us kameene Hira ke saath bilkul aaram se ghul-mil gayi thi, jaise dono purane dost hon.

“Noor, tera muh kitna mast hai, saali! Teri chusai se to maza hi aa gaya!” Hira ne tharki lehje mein kaha. Noor ne uski baat sunte hi uske seene par ek chhota sa ghusa maara aur boli, “Badmash kahin ka!” Un dono ka hansi-mazaak chal raha tha, ek doosre ko chhedte hue, aur main wahan se dheere se neeche ki taraf nikal gaya. Mere chehre ki muskan sab bayaan kar rahi thi—main andar se sach mein bahut khush tha.

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Main dheere-dheere neeche hall mein pahuncha, mera lund halka-halka kada tha, ek ajeeb si lazzat mere dil-o-dimaag mein chhayi hui thi. Muskurata hua main sofe pe baith gaya. Kuch pal baad meri biwi Noor neeche utri, uske chehre ki chamak dekh main lazzat se bhar utha. Noor ko dekhte hue maine haath se ishara kiya aur kaha, “Noor, sab theek hai na upar? Usne achha kaam kiya na?” Noor ne sharmaate hue ek muskan di, uske chehre ki noorani chamak dekh main bhi muskura diya. “Haan, Rizwan ke abbu,” usne chehak kar kaha, “usne upar achhe se kaam kiya hai.” Uski baat mein ek lazzat thi, jaise woh bhi andar se khush ho. Maine uska ishara bhaanp liya aur kaha, “Noor, chai laao na.” Woh chehakti hui boli, “Ji, Rizwan ke abbu!” aur kitchen ki taraf chali gayi.

Tabhi woh kameena Hira chhat se utarta hua dikha, uske chehre pe sukoon tha, jaise kayi dino baad uska bojh halka hua ho. Mujhe dekhkar usne ishara kiya, jaise poochh raha ho ki koi aaspaas to nahi. Maine haath se use apne paas bulaya aur kaha, “Maza aaya, saale, ya aaj bhi kuch nahi hua?” Woh sunte hi tharki hasi ke saath bola, “Achha hua tune wapas bula liya, saale! Aaj saali ekdam mood mein thi, haha!” Hum dono hansne lage. Phir maine poochha, “Kya-kya kiya?” Usne mujhe ghoora aur kaha, “Bhadwe, tu wahin tha, tujhe sab pata hai kya kiya!” Main bhi hans diya.

Tabhi Noor chai leke wapas aayi aur Hira ko dekhte hue boli, “Aap bhi chai pi ke jao.” Yeh sun main dil se khush ho gaya—meri biwi us kameene ko izzat de rahi thi. Hira na-nukur karne laga, lekin main bol utha, “Haan, yaar, chai pi le!” Meri baat sunte hi woh ruk gaya aur meri bagal mein lakdi ki kursi khiskakar baith gaya. Noor ne jaldi se uske liye chai ka pyala rakha aur apne kamre ki taraf chali gayi.

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Hum dono baithkar chai pi rahe the, sannata faila hua tha. Main chai ke pyale ko ghoorta hua mobile mein aankhein gadaye tha. Tabhi kamre se Ammi uthkar kitchen ki taraf gayi, neend mein doobi hui, unka veil thoda uljha-sa, theek se nahi bandha tha. Hum dono unhe ghoorne lage. Maine us kameene Hira ki taraf dekha aur dheemi awaaz mein poochha, “Kya chal raha hai Ammi ke saath?” Usne haule se chai ki chuski li aur bola, “Panna ne aadha kaam kar diya, lekin abhi bistar garam nahi kiya. Par jaldi hi kar dega, woh saala expert hai.” Main uski baat sun soch mein pad gaya aur kaha, “Bada chalu hai woh to! Aakhir itni jaldi ek mazhabi aurat ko kaise pata liya?” Hira ne kuch pal socha, phir tharki muskan ke saath jawab diya, “Tu uski chinta mat kar. Mazhabi, sanskari auraton ko patana uski khaasiyat hai.” Hum dono yeh sun hans pade.

Maine phir poochha, “Saale, tune mujhse paanch hazaar liye, uska kya kiya? Daaru-ya juwe mein to nahi uda diya?” Usne sar naa mein hilaya aur kaha, “Chal, bhadwe, main kuch bhi karoon, tujhe kya?” Main chup raha, bas use jaate hue dekhta raha. Kuch hi pal mein woh ghar se bahar nikal gaya, aur maine ek lambi, band si saans chhodi.

Shaam tak ghar mein aisa koi mahaul nahi tha jisse lage ki ghar ki do auratein nazaayaz talluqat mein uljhi hui hain.

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Agla din Sunday tha. Jab tak main bistar se utha, ghar mein nashta tayyar ho chuka tha. Main utha, fresh hua, aur seedhe mez par baith gaya. Saamne khana parosa hua tha, jise main khaane laga.

Tabhi piche se Abbu meri bagal mein aake baith gaye. “Beta, tumhari door ki khala hain na,” unhone kaha.  
“Kaun, Abbu?” maine poochha.  
“Arre, wahi jo Dilli mein rehti hain, business tha unka.”  
“Achha, Aisha Khala, yaad aaya. Boliye, Abbu, kya hua?”  
“Beta, unke yahan se ek function ka invitation aaya hai. Phone bhi kiya tha, bula rahe hain hume.”  
“Hum itni jaldi kaise jaa sakte hain? Meri bank ki chhutti to namumkin hai. Kab hai function, aur kya hai function mein?”  
Abbu ne mujhe ghoora aur bole, “Arre, yeh to maine poochhna hi bhool gaya.”  
Yeh sun maine apne sir par haath maara. “Kya, Abbu, puri baat kam se kam pata to kiya karo!” Main nashta khatam karke utha aur apne kamre mein chala gaya.

Jaise hi main bistar par leta, mera phone baj utha. Dekha to ek unknown number tha. Maine pehle call kaat di, lekin jab doosri baar wahi number se phone aaya, maine aakhir utha liya. Saamne se ek bhari awaaz wala aadmi bola, aur uski awaaz sunte hi main samajh gaya—yeh us kameene Hira ka dost Panna tha.

“Sahab, Hira bata raha tha ghar mein kaam bacha hua hai,” usne kaha.  
Main kuch pal soch mein pad gaya. Mujhe samajh aa gaya ki yeh dono kya plan kar rahe hain. Maine jawab diya, “Haan, kuch kaam pending hai.”  
“Sahab, Hira aaj nahi aa payega. Main woh kaam kar doonga. Bata dijiye, kab tak aana hai?”  
Mainne sochkar kaha, “Tum 12-1 baje tak aa jao.” Khana-peena ho jaane ke baad ghar mein khamoshi milti thi.  
“Ji, sahab,” usne kaha, aur phone kat gaya.

Maine phone rakha, lekin mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. Aakhir baat meri Ammi ki thi.

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Kareeb ek baje ke aaspaas, hum sab khana kha ke apne-apne kamron mein baithe the. Meri Noor abhi bhi phone pe lagi hui thi, kisi se baatein karne mein masroof. Main sofe par baitha, bharpet khane ke baad jhapki si le raha tha, aankhein aadhi band. Tabhi darwaze ki bell baji. Maine Noor ki taraf dekha aur kaha, “Noor, darwaza khol do na, koi aaya hai.” Noor ne meri taraf dekha, ek halki muskan ke saath boli, “Khol deti hoon, Rizwan ke abbu,” aur darwaza kholne chali gayi.

Mujhe yaad aaya ki Panna aane wala tha, to main bhi bahar gaya. Wahi tha, mujhe dekhte hi usne salaam thoka. Maine bhi salaam ka jawab diya. Noor wapas kamre ki taraf chali gayi, aur Panna ne mujhse poochha, “Kya kaam bacha hai, sahab?” Main kuch pal soch mein pad gaya. Ammi ke alawa koi kaam to tha nahi. Phir maine kaha, “Dekh, Panna, chhat ka kaam to ho chuka hai, lekin soch raha hoon ghar ki safai ho jaye to achha rahega.” Woh meri baat kam sun raha tha, uski nazar andar jhank rahi thi, shayad Ammi ko talash kar rahi thi. Maine thodi jor se kaha, “Pehle chhat saaf kar, phir ghar ke kamre bhi saaf kar dena.” Usne meri taraf dekha, sir haan mein hilaya, aur chhat ki taraf chala gaya.

Kareeb ek ghante tak main bechaini se intezaar karta raha. Dil mein ek baar to khayal aaya ki Ammi ko chhat pe bhej doon, lekin phir socha, sab kuch apne aap ho. Main kayi dafa chhat pe gaya, yeh dekhne ke liye ki woh harami kya kar raha hai. Tazzub ki baat thi—woh sach mein kaam kar raha tha.

Chhat ki safai ke baad Panna neeche utra, paseene se bheega hua. Main sofe pe baitha TV dekh raha tha. Usne kaha, “Sahab, chhat ki safai ho gayi, ek baar dekh lo.” Maine socha, Ammi ko bhej doon, lekin phir khud jaane ka faisla kiya. Hum dono chhat pe chadh gaye. Usne kaam achha kiya tha. “Panna, safai to pakki hui hai,” maine kaha. Woh khush ho gaya aur bola, “Mera sab kaam pakka hota hai, sahab.” Mere dimaag mein Ammi ki tasveer ubhar aayi, aur main muskura diya. “Achha, ab neeche ke kamre bhi saaf kar de,” maine kaha. Usne sir hilaya, lekin bola, “Jarur, lekin kamre ki safai mein sab geela ho jayega.” Maine kuch der socha aur kaha, “Sahi bol raha hai, Panna. Khair, woh baad mein saaf karwa lenge. Chalo, tera kaam ho gaya.” 

Woh hasa aur mujhe ghoor ke dekha. “Nahi hua, sahab, sab kaam nahi hua.” Maine sawaliya andaaz mein poochha, “Kya kaam bacha hai?” Woh tharki hasi ke saath bola, “Sahab, kaam to bacha hi hua hai.” Maine phir poochha, “Kya bacha hai?” Is baar usne seedha kaha, “Apne baap ko rafuchakkar karo, sahab. Apki Ammi se thodi baatein karni hain.” Main uska mazaak sun ke hans diya. “Achha, aisi kya baat hai jo unke saamne nahi kar sakta?” Usne sir naa mein hilaya aur kaha, “Sahab, aapko sab pata hai. Aap apne bhadwe baap ko bhagao na.” Main uski baat sun dobara hans diya aur Abbu ko phone lagane laga.

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Phone ki ghanti ke kuch pal baad Abbu ne call utha liya.  
“Abbu, main aur Panna chhat pe hain,” maine safed jhooth bola, “Tanki ka washer toot gaya hai. Jaldi se ek naya le aao.”  
“Achha, beta, bagal ki dukaan se le aata hoon,” Abbu ne jawab diya, thodi susti se.  
“Nahi, Abbu, wahan bahut paise lagenge!” maine jhat se kaha, “Maine tanki wale se baat ki thi—washer toot jaye to company free mein badal degi.”  
“Toh phir kya karna hai?” Abbu ne poochha, thoda uljhan mein.  
“Aap company ke office chale jao, wahan free mein mil jayega.”  
“Woh kahan hai, beta?”  
“Gande naale wale crossroad ke paas, Abbu. Jaldi karo, warna der ho jayegi!”  

Maine phone kaat diya aur Panna ki taraf dekha, ek tharki si muskan ke saath. “Le, saale, tera kaam ho gaya!”  
Panna ne mujhe mazedaar andaaz mein salute maara. “Shukriya, sahab! Aap to apne baap ke bhi baap ho!” Hum dono chhat ke kone par chale gaye, neeche Abbu ke nikalne ka intezaar karte hue baatein shuru ki.

“Ab bol, baat kahan tak pahunchi?” maine poochha, aankh mein chhedkhani bhari.  
Panna ne ek zor ki tharki hasi chhodi. “Arre, sahab, aap to sach mein bhadwa nikle!”  
Main bhi hans pada. “Haan, yaar, bhadwa hi hoon! Ab bol na, kya scene hai?”  
Woh gunda jaisa aadmi tha, lekin baat karne mein kaafi dilchasp tha, izzat ke saath thodi si besharmi mila ke. Maine phir thoda josh mein poochha, “Bata, kaise pataya meri Ammi ko, saale? Woh to itni kattar, mazhabi aurat hain!”  
Panna ne meri taraf dekha, aankh mein shaitani chamak. “Kattar ho ya koi aur, sahab, aurat to aurat hai. Aur yeh,” usne apni pant sarka di, “isse koi mana nahi kar sakti!”  

Meri nazar uske lund par padi, aur aankhein fati ki fati reh gayi. “Baap re, yeh kya cheez hai!” maine hairani se kaha. Bilkul dheela tha, par itna bada, jaise kisi bacche ki kalaai! Panna zor se hasa. “Iske saamne sab auratein jhuk jaati hain, sahab!”  
Mere muh se nikal gaya, “Ammi nahi le payengi, yaar!”  
Woh pet pakad ke hansne laga. “Arre, sahab, tension mat lo! Tum bhi to wahin se nikle ho, na? Jab tum jaise sher ko rakh sakti hain, to yeh kya cheez hai?”  
Main uski baat sun ke khilkhila utha. “Achha, saale, tu mere purane ghar mein ghusega?”  
Woh bhi hasa, aankh maarte hue. “Chinta mat karo, sahab. Apki Ammi ko itne pyar se daalunga, unhe pata bhi nahi chalega!”  

Woh yeh bol hi raha tha ki Abbu ghar se bahar nikle, aur maine us kameene ko ishara kiya aur kaha, "Le kar diya tera kaam!", usne phir mujhe salami di, aur niche ki aur jaane laga.

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Main 5 minute intezaar karte raha, meri dil haule haule dhadak rahi thi, mujhe ahsas hua ki mujhe jara bhi jalan nahi ho rahi thi hira ya panna se jo meri bibi aur ammi ko pataye hue the, balki mujhe lazzat aur faqr mehsus ho raha tha, main dil-o-dil janata tha ki main ek cuck ban chuka tha.

Main neeche utra aur seedha Ammi ke kamre ki taraf gaya. Darwaza band tha, aur koi tareeka nahi tha andar jhaankne ka. Maine dimaag lagaya aur ek kanch ka glass utha liya. Use ulta karke darwaze par chipkaya, taaki andar ki awaazein sun saku. Glass ke sahare thodi-thodi awaazein aane lagi—dheemi, par saaf. Andar mujhe sunai dene laga un dono ki guftgu, aur mera dimaag ek ganda, jhalak sa sapna banane laga.

“Bhabhi ji, kya nakhre dikha rahi hai, saali?” Panna ki awaaz bhari thi, lekin ek gandi, dabav wali tharak se bhari. “Teri chut bhi to jal rahi hai, mujhe pata hai tu yeh lund chahati hai!” Main imagine karne laga: Panna Ammi ke paas khada, unka shalwar kameez ka dupatta zameen par gira hua, uski moti kalaai unki nazuk si kameez ke kinaare se khelti hui.
“Nahi, Panna!” Ammi ki awaaz aayi, sakht, par ek thodi si kampan ke saath. “Yeh besharmi chhodo! Main acchi aurat hoon, mujhe chhodo, yeh galat hai!” Meri aankhon ke saamne tasveer ubhri: Ammi, 50 saal ki umar, shalwar kameez mein, unka chehra sharam se laal, lekin aankhein Panna ke mazboot jism par tikti hui, jaise rokna chahti hon par dil kahin doob raha ho.
Panna ne ek gandi, vijayi hasi chhodi. “Saali, nakhre band kar! Tujhe chod ke rahunga, aur tu bhi is lund ke liye tadap rahi hai, bol na!” Main sochne laga: Panna ab Ammi ke aur paas, unki kalaai pakadta hua, uska bada, dheela lund pant ke andar ubharta hua, aur Ammi ka dupatta dheere se khisakta hua.

Phir Panna ki awaaz mein aur sakhti aayi, jaise woh poora control le raha ho. “Saali randi,” usne kaha, awaaz mein ek ganda maza. “Teri yeh shalwar ke andar kya chhupa hai, dikha to zara! Tadap rahi hai na, meri baaton se?” Meri tasveer mein: Panna Ammi ko diwaar ke sahare le gaya, unki kameez ka kinaara uthata hua, aur Ammi ki saansein tez, unka chehra sharam aur tharak ke beech jhoolta hua.
“Panna, bas... yeh galat hai,” Ammi ne dheeme se kaha, par unki awaaz mein woh pehli wali taaqat nahi thi. “Koi dekh lega...” Main imagine kar raha tha: Ammi ka haath Panna ke seene par, rokte hue, par unki ungliyan uski shirt par dheere-dheere fisalti hui, jaise woh uske jism ke garam ahsaas mein khud ko kho rahi hon.
Panna ne ek tharki hasi ke saath kaha, “Dekhne wala koi nahi, saali. Abhi to tujhe tadpaunga, yeh lund itni jaldi nahi milega. Bol, kitna chahiye tujhe?” Meri aankhon ke saamne: Panna Ammi ke kaan ke paas, dheere se bolta hua, unki shalwar ke nada ko chhedta hua, aur Ammi ki aankhein jhuki, sharam se laal, par ek ajeeb si chingaari ke saath.

Main wahi khada raha, glass darwaze se chipka hua, dil mein ek lazzat ka toofan uth raha tha.

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Tabhi Ammi ke kamre mein phone ki ghanti goonj uthi. Ammi ne phone uthaya aur Abbu se baat karne lagi. Unki awaaz se laga jaise unhone mujhse baat karne ke liye call kiya ho. Main glass hatakar wahan se utha aur apne kamre mein ghus gaya, jahan Noor chain ki neend so rahi thi. Kuch pal baad Ammi kamre mein aayi, unke haath mein phone tha. Unki nazrein jhuki hui thi, chehra aur gaal laal-laal, jaise sharam aur bechaini ke beech jhool rahe hon. Unki shalwar kameez ka dupatta thoda uljha-sa, ek kona kandhe se sarkar zameen ki taraf latak raha tha. Maine chupke se phone le liya.

“Haan, Abbu,” maine kaha, “main dukaan se laut raha hoon. Woh band thi aaj.”\
“Achha, Abbu, to main kal office se thoda break leke aa jaunga,” maine jawab diya.\
“Achha, beta, main isliye phone kiya tha,” Abbu bole, “subah bataya tha na, Dilli wali khala...”\
“Aisha Khala?” maine poochha.\
“Haan, unka kayi dafa call aaya hai. Humein unke yahan jana padega. Unki beti ki nikaah hai.”\
“Lekin, Abbu, hum itni jaldi kaise jayenge? Mere office mein chhutti kaise milegi?”\
“Koshish karo, beta,” Abbu ne dheere se kaha.\
“Dekhta hoon, Abbu,” maine kaha aur phone kaat diya.

Ammi wahi khadi thi, hum dono ki baatein gaur se sun rahi thi. Unke chehre par shikan thi, jaise kuch kehna chahti hon, par shabdon ka bojh unhe rok raha ho. Unhone dheere se kaha, “Imran beta, hum chale jate hain. Agar tujhe chhutti na mile to...” Main samajh gaya—Ammi Panna se bachne ki aakhri koshish kar rahi thi. Unki awaaz mein ek chhupa sa darr tha, par unke laal gaalon mein kuch aur bhi chhupa tha, shayad wohi lazzat jo main apne dil mein mehsoos kar raha tha. Maine muskura ke jawab diya, “Ammi, main boss se baat karta hoon. Shaam ko phir baat karenge.”

Meri baat sun Ammi wapas apne kamre ki taraf chali gayi, unka dupatta zameen par ghasitata hua. Mujhe laga Panna wahi hoga, lekin shayad Ammi ne use pehle hi bhaga diya tha. Thodi si mayoosi chhayi—Panna ne aaj ka khel to poora kar hi diya tha. Par man hi man main muskura raha tha.

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Chapter - 30

Ghar suna ho chuka tha, aur agle din office ke kaam ka soch-sochkar mujhe thodi der so jane ka man hua. Noor kamre mein pehle se chain ki neend so rahi thi, uska muskurata chehra shant aur sundar lag raha tha, shalwar kameez ka dupatta ek taraf sarka hua. Main bhi uske bagal mein let gaya, uski dheemi saanson ki garmi mehsoos karta hua, aur aankhein band kar so gaya.

Shaam ko neend der se khuli. Jab main utha, raat ke saat baj chuke the. Jaldi se fresh hokar main hall ki taraf chala gaya, jahan Abbu sofe par baithkar TV pe purana Hindi gaana dekh rahe the. Noor kitchen mein khana banane mein masroof thi, khushbu se ghar bhar raha tha. Abbu ne mujhe dekhte hi kaha, “Imran, socha tune? Dilli wali Aisha Khala ka phone aaya tha, budhwar ko unki beti ki nikaah ke liye bula rahe hain. Teri Ammi ka bhi dil hai wahan thodi der rehne ka.”

Main apni aankhein malta hua, thodi susti se bola, “Abbu, chhutti milegi ya nahi, pata nahi. Itni jaldi kaise jayenge? Ticket bhi to nahi milegi!”

Abbu ne lambi saans li, thodi jidd ke saath bole, “Koi na koi tareeka nikal aayega, beta. Koshish to kar, Ammi jana chahti hai?”
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Agli subah main office mein baitha soch raha tha ki boss ko kaise manaya jaye. Kuch der dimag ladane ke baad maine faisala kiya—jo hoga, dekha jayega, bol dena chahiye. Main utha, boss ke cabin ke bahar gaya, aur darwaza khatkhataya. Andar jakar maine saari baat khol di—Dilli wali khala, nikaah, chhutti ki zarurat. Meri kismat chamak gayi; boss muskura ke bola, “Achha, Imran, chhutti le lo, lekin ek shart hai. Dilli office mein mera ek zaroori kaam hai, woh tujhe karna padega.”  
“Okay, sir,” maine jhat se kaha, hairan par khush. Apne cabin mein wapas baithkar sochne laga, “Chhutti to mil gayi, lekin ab ticket ka kya?” Din bhar yahi sochta raha, aur shaam ko Hira ki yaad aayi. Man hi man kaha, “Saale, meri biwi ke sath khelta hai, to kuch kaam bhi kare. Tatqal usi se karwaunga!” Phone uthaya aur seedha us kameene Hira ko call laga diya.

“Hello, Hira,” maine kaha, thodi chhedkhani ke saath.  
“Bol, bhadwe,” Hira ne jawab diya, awaaz mein ek ganda maza.  
“Bhai, ek zaroori kaam hai,” maine baat aage badhai.  
“Kya, be? Saale, tu mujhe labour mat bana dena, samjha?” usne gusse se kaha.  
“Nahi, yaar, aisa kuch nahi,” maine haskar baat sambhali.  
“Theek hai, bol kya hai,” woh thoda shant hua.  
“Kal shaam ki Dilli ki ticket chahiye, chaar seat, tatqal mein,” maine kaha.  
“To?” usne befikri se poochha, jaise uska koi matlab na ho.  
“To, saale, tatqal karwa de!” maine thodi jor se kaha.  
“Isme to bahut jhanjhat hai, mujhse nahi hoga,” Hira ne naa-nukur shuru ki. “Waise bhi, woh chali jayegi to yahan sukha pad jayega, samjha?”  
Main hans pada, uska ishara pakad liya. “Nahi karega to Noor se milne nahi dunga!”  
“Hatt, madarchod!” Hira zor se hasa. “Tu kaun hota hai mujhe rokne wala, bhadwe?”  
“Uska shauhar, yaar!” maine mazaak mein kaha.  
“Haha, main to bhool hi gaya tu uska shauhar hai!” Hira ne ek gandi hasi ke saath kaha.  
“Haan, yaar, wahi hoon!” main bhi hansne laga.  
“Theek hai, kar dunga,” usne aakhir maan liya, “lekin ek hazaar extra lunga.”  
“Saale, mere paise juwe-sharaab mein uda raha hai kya?” maine chheda.  
“Nahi, be, apni item ke liye kuch saman le raha hoon,” usne jawab diya, awaaz mein ek ganda maza.  
“Achha, theek hai, le le, bas ticket karwa de kisi tarah,” maine kaha.  
“Chal, phone kaat,” Hira ne kaha, aur line kat gayi.

Maine phone rakha, umeed ke sahare dil ko tasalli di ki kismat shayad yahan bhi sath de aur tickets mil jayen.
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Main shaam ko ghar wapas aa gaya. Ghar mein kuch khaas nahi chal raha tha—suna-suna sa lag raha tha, jaise koi kahani adhuri reh gayi ho. Maine socha tha shayad Hira ya Panna mein se koi aaye, par dono kameene gayab the. Raat ke khane ke waqt maine sabko bata diya ki mujhe chhutti mil gayi hai. Yeh sunte hi Abbu ke chehre par khushi chha gayi, aur Ammi aur Noor bhi muskurate hue bole, “Wah, Imran, yeh to achhi khabar hai!” Lekin jab maine ticket ka zikr kiya aur yeh bhi bataya ki shayad bus se jana pad sakta hai, sabke chehre thodi der ke liye utar gaye.

Agli subah main office pahuncha. Abhi din shuru hi hua tha ki us kameene Hira ka phone aa gaya. Usne bataya ki tatqal mein chaar tickets confirm ho gayi hain. Yeh sun mera dil khushi se naach utha—man kiya lottery ticket bhi khareed loon, kismat aisi chamak rahi thi! Andar hi andar hans pada, phir jaldi se Abbu ko phone karke saman bandhne ko kaha aur Ammi aur Noor ko bhi khabar de di.

Dophar ko maine Hira ko call lagaya, thodi chhedkhani ka mood banate hue.
“Aye, Hira, kya haal?” maine kaha, ek halki si muskan ke saath.
“Bol, saale,” Hira ki awaaz aayi, jaise woh abhi bhi kisi gande hungover mein ho.
“Tujhe pata hai na, hum sab 9-10 din ke liye Dilli ja rahe hain?” maine poochha, uski reaction dekhne ke liye.
“Pata hai, bhadwe!” Hira ne gusse mein kaha. “Saale, meri maal ko mujhse door le ja raha hai, behenchod!”
Main hans pada, uska gussa sunke maza aaya. “Pata hai to aaj mil le Noor se, akhiri mauka hai!”
“Nahi, be,” Hira ne naak chadhayi. “Kal raat bahut daaru pee li thi, free ka maal tha, zyada gatak liya.”
“Achha, to isliye kal na tu aaya na woh Panna?” maine chheda, uski band bajate hue.
“Haan, be, kya karein, jab free ka nasha chadhe to rukta nahi!” usne haskar jawab diya.
“Chalo, theek hai,” maine kaha, “phir Dilli se wapas aane ke baad mil lena Noor se.”
“Haan, yeh baat pakki,” Hira ne kaha, aur ek gandi hasi ke saath phone kaat diya.

Maine phone rakha aur jaldi-jaldi kaam niptaane laga, kyunki sham ko train jaldi thi.
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Shaam ko hum sab platform ke waiting room mein the. Hamara train, jo char baje aana tha, chhe ghante late ho chuka tha. Main, Noor, Ammi, Abbu, aur Rizwan sab hatash intezaar kar rahe the. Abbu, jo kitaab padhne ke shaukeen the, platform ke thele se ek purani si kitaab utha kar padhne lage. Ammi ne Rizwan ko apni god mein sulaya aur khud bhi aankhein band kar so padi, unki shalwar kameez ka dupatta dheere-dheere zameen ki taraf sarkta hua. Noor ke bhi aankhein lag chuki thi, uska chehra shant par thaka hua lag raha tha. Main wahi baitha, aadha jaga, aadha soya, ek ajeeb si susti mein dooba hua tha. Tabhi mera phone baj utha. Dusri taraf wahi kameena Hira tha.

“Aye, saale, chadh gaya train pe? Khul gayi teri, meri mehnat ki ticket hai woh!” Hira ne shuru hote hi bolna shuru kiya, awaaz mein ek ganda maza.\
“Paise to maine diye the, kameene,” maine chhedte hue jawab diya, halki si hasi ke saath.\
“Chal hatt, saale!” Hira ne jhat se kaha. “Pata hai kitna lamba line tha? Teri wajah se meri jaan nikli!”\
“Saale, tune hi ticket li isliye to train late ho gayi!” maine mazaak udaya, uski band bajane ke mood mein.\
“Achha, tu abhi yahin hai?” Hira ne poochha, thodi bechaini se. “Kab chhutegi ab yeh train?”\
“Das baje aayegi, shayad aur bhi der ho,” maine kaha, platform ki bheed ko dekhkar.\
“Achha, achha,” Hira ne ek gandi hasi chhodi. “Main aa raha hoon platform. Der ho hi gayi hai to thodi masti kar loon apni item ke sath!”\
“Aaja, saale,” maine hanskar kaha, uska ishara samajh gaya. “Teri hi hai woh, tu use chodta bhi hai ya bas baatein banata hai?”\
“Choda hai, saale!” Hira ne gusse se kaha. “Lekin bahut din se mauka nahi mila.”\
“To ja, kameene, uski zarurat poori kar!” maine chheda. “Kaun karega warna?”\
“Saale, teri Ammi ki wajah se woh dari-dari rehti hai!” Hira ne taana maara. “Upar se jab main teri Ammi thikane lagane wala tha, tu Dilli bhag raha hai! Chhodne ka mauka dega to na chodoon?”\
“Arre, mere bhai,” maine haskar kaha, “Noor ko le ja, araam se maze kar. Bagal mein koi hotel ya OYO hoga, wahan le ja!”\
“Hatt, saale, mere paas itne paise kahan?” Hira ne shikayat ki.\
“Paise nahi hain?” maine poochha, thodi chhedkhani ke saath. “Maine to tujhe chhe hazaar diye the, uska kya?”\
“Woh paise to dusre zaroori kaam ke liye hain,” Hira ne baat ghumayi, jaise koi raaz chhupata ho.\
“To phir ja, apni gaand marwa le!” maine mazaak mein kaha, uski band bajate hue.\
“Chal hatt, bhadwe!” Hira zor se hasa. “Teri gaand maar dunga, saale! Aa raha hoon, apni saali ko thikane lagane!”\
“Achha, kahan karega?” maine poochha, thodi shaitani ke saath.\
“Arre, waiting room mein private kamra hota hai,” Hira ne kaha. “Tu bas usko book kar de mere aur meri bandi ke liye!”

Yeh bolkar usne phone kaat diya. Main utha aur sochne laga ki is kameene ne jo kaha, kya woh sach hai? Platform par idhar-udhar dekha, lekin mujhe koi private kamra dikha nahi.

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Chapter - 31

Call ke aadhe ghante baad bhi hum sab waiting room mein hi the, intezaar se aadhe soye, aadhe jage haalat mein. Main bhi thodi-thodi aankhein band karne laga tha, jabhi waiting room ke darwaze par woh harami Hira dikha. Woh apni nazrein idhar-udhar dauda raha tha, jaise kisi shikaar ki talash mein ho. Uski nazar mujh par padi, aur woh meri taraf aane laga. Mera dil dhadka—maine jhat se idhar-udhar dekha, yeh check karne ke liye ki kahin Ammi ya Abbu jag to nahi gaye. Par teeno—Ammi, Abbu, aur Noor—chain ki neend mein doobe the, aur chhote Rizwan ko Ammi ki god mein sote dekh dil thodi tasalli mili. Hira ne mujhe dekhte hi door se salaam thoka, aur ishare se poochha ki Noor kahan hai. Shayad use pehchanne mein masakkat ho rahi thi—Noor aur Ammi dono poore burqe mein thi, aur door se unhe alag karna mushkil tha. Maine dheere se Noor ki taraf ishara kar diya.

Main soch mein pad gaya—yeh kameena yahan kya khel khelega? Abhi yahi khayal dimag mein daud rahe the ki Hira ne ishare se mujhe apne paas bulaya. Maine Ammi, Abbu, Noor, aur Rizwan ko wahi chhod, dheere se utha aur uske paas chala gaya.

Hira ne mujhe paas aate hi mere kandhe par haath rakha aur phusphusaya, “Yaar, yahan to koi niji kamra hai hi nahi!”
Maine apna sir pakad liya aur bola, “Pata hai, saale, maine bhi dekha!”
Woh kuch pal soch mein duba, phir station ke peeche wale platform ki taraf ishara kiya aur bola, “Dekh, wahan kaam ho jayega.”
Maine aankhein chhoti ki—jis taraf woh ishara kar raha tha, wahan ek purani maal-gaadi khadi thi. “Saale, isme kaise hoga?” maine khujlate hue kaha. “Lagta hai tera aaj kuch nahi banta!”
Hira gusse mein mujhe ghoora, phir Noor ki taraf dekhte hue bola, “Tujhe uski tension lene ki zarurat nahi, bhadwe. Tu bas sone ki nautanki kar, main ise leke jata hoon.”
Maine sir haan mein hilaya, par zehen mein ek sawal utha. “Ammi, Abbu, aur Rizwan ka kya? Woh poochhenge, yaar, Noor kahan gayi!”
Hira ne mujhe ek aur ghoor diya, jaise meri aukaat yaad dila raha ho. “Tu koi bakchodi kar dena, samjha?”
Yeh bolkar usne mujhe seat par wapas sone ka ishara kiya. Main wapas apni jagah baith gaya, aankhein band kar sone ki acting karne laga. Hira dheere se Noor ke paas gaya aur uske burqe ke neeche se uska pair halke se hilaya, jaise use jaga raha ho.

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Noor ke pair par Hira ke halke se chhune se woh ekdum chaunk kar uth baithi, burqe ke andar se uski aankhein badi-badi dikh rahi thi. Main seat par aankhein band kiye, sone ki acting karta raha, par kaan uski taraf lage the. Hira ne dheere se, lekin ek gande maze ke saath phusphusaya, “Arre, meri jaan, darr kyun rahi hai? Main hoon na.”
Noor ki awaaz thodi kampati hui aayi, “Hira, yeh kya kar rahe ho? Sab yahin hain!”
Hira ne ek chhoti si hasi chhodi, jaise uska darr uske liye mazaak ho. “Sab so rahe hain, saali. Aur 10 din ke liye tu Dilli ja rahi hai, yeh judaai bardasht nahi hoti, jaan.”
Noor chup rahi, shayad uski saansein tez ho rahi thi. “Par... yeh galat hai,” usne dheeme se kaha, par awaaz mein ek ajeeb si narmi thi.
“Galat-vagat chhod, meri rani,” Hira ne phusphusaya, thodi si sakhti ke saath. “Tu bhi to mujhe miss karegi na? Bas thodi si masti, aur phir tu apni train pakad lena.”
Main aankhein band kiye sun raha tha, dil mein ek lazzat ka toofan uth raha tha. Noor ne kuch pal chuppi saadhi, phir ek lambi saans ke saath boli, “Theek hai... lekin jaldi.”
Hira ne shayad muskuraya, kyunki uski awaaz mein ek vijayi si khushi thi. “Chal, meri item, peeche wali maal-gaadi ke paas chupke se chalte hain.”

Main dheere se aankh kholkar dekha—Noor apna burqa sambhalte hue, Hira ke peeche chupke se waiting room se nikal gayi. Unka silsila platform ki andheri taraf gum ho gaya. Main wapas aankhein band kar li, par dil mein ek ajeeb sa faqr jag raha tha. Mera cuck wala dil khushi se naach raha tha—Hira aur Noor ka yeh khel, aur main isme unka saathi, unka rakshak. Agar Ammi ya Abbu jag gaye, to main unhe koi bakchodi suna dunga, unhe chhupane ka yeh kaam meri zimmedari tha.

Aadha ghanta beet gaya, main intezaar mein baitha soch raha tha—Hira aur Noor kahan honge? Platform ki bheed aur shor mein unka pata lagana namumkin tha. Dil mein ek bechaini si thi, par sath hi lazzat bhi—kya khel khel rahe honge woh dono? Ek ghanta aur beet gaya, aur tabhi Abbu ekdum uth baithe. Unhone idhar-udhar dekha, phir Noor ki khali seat par nazar padi. “Imran, Noor kahan hai?” unhone poochha, chehre par thodi chinta ke saath.
Main jhat se uth baitha, sone ki acting chhodkar, aur safed jhooth bola, “Abbu, woh paanch minute pehle bathroom gayi hai.”
Abbu ka chehra thoda sakht hua. “Tujhe uske sath jana chahiye tha, beta!”
“Arre, Abbu,” maine baat sambhalte hue kaha, “aap aur Ammi so rahe the, to main saman par nazar rakhe tha. Yahan choron ka darr hai na!”
Abbu ne ek lambi saans li, phir bole, “Theek hai, ja, use dhoondh kar le aa.”

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Main dil mein thodi bechaini aur thodi lazzat liye utha, Abbu ke kehne par Noor ko dhoondhne chala gaya. Platform par bheed ka aalam tha—log idhar-udhar daudte, thelewalon ki cheekhein, aur trainon ke horn ka shor. Socha, pehle Noor ko phone lagaoon, par phir yaad aaya ki Noor ne apna phone purse mein hi chhoda tha, jo waiting room mein Ammi ke bagal mein rakha tha aur us kameene Hira ka phone band aaya. Ab koi chara nahi tha—dhoondhna padega.

Main bheed cheerta hua peeche wale platform ki taraf badha, jahan woh purani, khatara maal-gaadi khadi thi. Gaadi lambi, tooti-footi, aur andhere mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi ke saath khadi thi, jaise koi bhoot bangla. Dil mein khayal aaya—Hira isme Noor ko kahan le gaya hoga?

Maine ek-ek malgadi ka dibba check karna shuru kiya. Zyadatar dibbe band the, unke darwazon par zang laga hua, aur jo khule the, unmein itni gandagi thi ki pair rakhna mushkil tha—purane gunny bags, toote dabbe, aur ek ajeeb si badboo. Par koi option nahi tha; main aage badhta raha, har dibbe mein jhaankta, dil tezi se dhadakta hua.

Kohjate khojate paanch minute aur beet gaye, aur main gaadi ke aakhiri hisse tak pahunch gaya. Thak kar haar maan-ne wala tha, jab meri nazar ek chhote se guard cabin par padi, gaadi ke bilkul end mein. Woh ek chhota sa kamra tha, andhere mein chhupa hua, jiska darwaza thoda sa khula tha. Main dheere se uski taraf badha, aur jaise hi paas pahuncha, ek ritmik awaaz kaan mein padi—pyar ke josh ki woh dheemi, par saaf awaazein. Mera dil ekdum zor se dhadka—main samajh gaya, Noor aur Hira yahin the.

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Main dheere-dheere guard cabin ki taraf badha, dil mein ek ajeeb si bechaini aur lazzat ka sailaab uth raha tha. Cabin ke chhote se kamre ka darwaza thoda sa khula hua tha. Yeh dekhkar main man hi man hansa aur khud se bola, “Kitna gair-zimmedar hai yeh kameena!” Hira, apne josh mein, shayad darwaza band karna bhool gaya tha. Maine nazdeek jakar, saans rok kar, apna sir halka sa teercha kiya aur andar jhanka. Jo nazara saamne aaya, usne meri aankhein band kar di aur dil ko ek ajeeb, gande sukoon se bhar diya.

Andar, andhere ke chhote se kamre mein, Noor kutiya ki tarah jhuki hui thi, uska burqa kamar tak utha hua tha, ek uljha hua kona zameen ki taraf latak raha tha. Uski chaddi zameen par ek kone mein padi thi, jaise jaldi mein utari gayi ho. Par meri nazrein in sab se hatkar sirf Hira aur Noor par thami hui thi. Dono pasine se tar-batar the, unke jism andhere mein chamak rahe the, jaise koi ganda khazana khul gaya ho. Hira ne Noor ke kandhon ko kas ke jakda hua tha, uski ungliyan uski naram chaati mein dhansi hui thi. Woh poore josh ke saath, tezi se thaap-thaap ki ritmik awaaz ke saath chod raha tha. Noor ke muh se tezi siskiyan nikal rahi thi—dheemi, par itni josh bhari ki lagta tha duniya ki koi fikr uske liye ab maayne nahi rakhti—bas Hira ka jism, uska josh, aur unki yeh chudai.

Main wahin darwaze par khada, andar chal rahe ghamasan chudai ki awaazein aur Noor ki siskiyon ko sun raha tha. Yeh mere liye ek sangeet jaisa tha. Maine apna sir wapas andar ki taraf kiya aur nazara dekhte hue socha, “Yeh galat hoga in dono ko aise haal mein rokna. Asliyat mein, yeh ek gunah se kam nahi hai, par mujhe inhe aaram se apna kaam kar lene dena chahiye.” Yeh sochkar main wahin aaram se khada nazaron ka luft uthane laga. Mujhe kisi ke aane ka dar bhi nahi tha, kyunki yeh lambi maalgaadi ka dibba khule track par kaafi door tha—aur shayad Hira ne bhi yahi socha tha.

“Haai Hira… aaah aaah… mmmm… dheere Hira, dheere…” Noor ki awaaz andar se aayi. Yeh sunte hi maine gaur kiya ki Hira poore dam se dhakke laga raha tha, har dhakke se pura cabin hil raha tha. Meri begum yeh dhakke apne chut par jhel rahi thi. Main muskuraya. Tabhi Hira ki awaaz goonji, “Haan saali, 9-10 din ke liye jaa rahi hai, madarchod, main to tujhe bilkul nahi chhodunga, saali!”

Noor ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “Hira, aaram se… aaah aaah… sssi ssiiii… eeeh eeeh… kitni der ho gayi hai… koi uth gaya to… ab jaane de…”

“Nahi saali, aaj tujhe kisi keemat par nahi chhodunga. Saali, aise chodna naseeb nahi hota, aaj nahi!” Hira ka josh badhta ja raha tha.

Andar ka mahaul kaafi garam ho chuka tha. Isi beech, us kameene Hira ki tezi ek naye josh ke saath badhi. Usne meri begum ko kas ke jakad liya aur unke kokh mein virya ki dhaar chhod di. Meri aankhon ke saamne ek gazab ka nazara tha—Noor us kameene ki god mein kampne lagi, jaise usey current laga ho. Usne Hira ko kas ke jakad liya aur cheekh padi, “Maaaai gaaaayi… haaaai aaaaami!” Aur Noor jaise behosh si ho gayi.

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Noor us cabin ke chhote se bed par side mein ludhak gayi, aur Hira ka lund uski chut se 'khuup' ki awaaz ke saath nikla. Main yeh dekhkar hairaan tha ki uska lund abhi bhi khada tha. Main kuch soch hi raha tha ki Hira ki awaaz aayi, “Aa gaya bhadwe, dikhana nahi hai, busy hai teri biwi!” Main chup raha aur sir cabin ke andar kiya. Noor so chuki thi, paseene se uske chehre ka halka-phulka makeup beh chuka tha. Hira wahin khada ek newspaper ka pankha banakar mujhe de diya, “Hawa kar saale, bahut garmi hai.” Maine pankha chalana shuru kiya. Andar chudai ki khushboo mujhe beqabu kiye ja rahi thi; us chhote se cabin mein toh yeh aur bhi zyada mehsus ho raha tha.

“W-wo Hira, abbu khoj rahe the, ab jana padega,” maine dheeme se kaha. Yeh sunte hi Hira, jo ab mobile chala raha tha, meri taraf ghoora. Uska chehra gusse se lal tha. “Nahi jayegi meri girlfriend. Power ki goli tere paas bhejne ke liye nahi khaayi maine!” Main samajh gaya ki uska lund itna chodne aur paani nikalne ke baad bhi kyun khada tha. Meri nazar meri biwi ki nangi chut par gayi, jisme se Hira ka virya ris raha tha.

“Lekin hum waiting room… mere abbu-ammi…” maine baat aage badhaayi, par usne aankh dikhate hue kaha, “Maa chudaye tere ammi-abbu! Saale, unki wajah se chhah mahine se is maal ko chah kar bhi nahi chod paya. Fut tu yahan se!”

“Lekin train…” maine phir koshish ki.

“Pahuncha dunga madarchod! Ab tu fut yahan se, abhi jag ke tujhe dekh liya na toh meri item teri gaand faad degi!”

Main yeh sunte hi us chhote se kamre se bahar nikal gaya aur sochne laga ki ab kya karun. Phir mujhe ek idea aaya. Maine abbu ko call lagaya aur jhooth bola ki Noor ko loose motion ho gaya hai, aur main abhi railway station ke paas ke hospital mein uske saath hun. Abbu ko kaafi fikr hui, to maine kaha ki injection le liya hai, 2-3 ghante usse rest lena padega, aur phir woh travel kar payegi. Maine yeh bhi kaha ki hum train chhutne se pehle aa jayenge. Abbu ne meri baat maan li, aur maine phone kaat diya.

Wahin khada hokar maine apna sir wapas cabin ke andar kiya. Noor halka-halka halchal kar rahi thi. Maine Hira ki taraf dekha aur pucha, “Kuch chahiye aap dono ko?” Hira ne apne sir se paseena pocha, meri taraf dekha, aur bola, “Haan, tu ek colddrink, kuch phal, aur 4 samosa le aa. Aur jaldi aana!” Main uski baat sunte hi Noor aur Hira ke liye samaan lene chala gaya.

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Main kuch der mein samaan leke wapas aa gaya aur usi guard cabin ke bahar pahuncha. Maine gate khatkhataya to andar se awaaz aayi, “Arre baby, daro nahi, mera jaan-pehchaan ka hai.” Shayad Noor jag gayi thi aur kisi teesre ke aane se darr gayi thi. Usko pata hi nahi tha ki teesra main hoon, uska shauhar Imran. Us kameene Hira ne apna haath bahar nikala, aur maine usey sab kuch pakadwa diya. Phir main guard cabin se utar gaya aur waiting room pahunch gaya.

Mujhe dekhkar ammi ne pucha, “Imran, Noor kahan hai?” Maine phir wahi pet kharab wala jhooth dohraya aur bataya ki woh hospital mein hai. “Beta, tumhe nahi aana chahiye tha, saath rehna chahiye tha!” Ammi ne dobara sawal kiya. Maine jawab diya, “Aap chinta mat karo, ammi. Maine us helper Hira ko phone karke bula liya hai. Woh train pakadwa dega.” Meri yeh baat sunte hi ammi chup ho gayi, aur abbu ko bhi chain aa gaya.

Raat ke 10 bajne ko the. Gaadi mein main, ammi, abbu, aur Rizwan chadh chuke the, lekin Noor aur Hira ka koi ata-pata nahi tha. Hira ka phone band aa raha tha, aur Noor apna phone chhod ke chali gayi thi. Gaadi khulne ke 1-2 minute bache the ki daudte hue Hira aur uske peeche burqe mein Noor aayi. Hira mere paas aaya aur bola, “Bola tha na, waqt par pahuncha dunga!” Dono kaafi haanf rahe the. Maine Noor ko upar chadha diya aur Hira ko salam karke dafa kar diya.

Noor ki haalat kharab thi; bechari chalte waqt ladkhada rahi thi. Uske shareer se chudai ki khushboo aa rahi thi, jo uske nazdeek jaane par saaf pata chal raha tha. “Khair, ab sona hi hai raat bhar,” maine hass kar socha. Noor ki haalat dekhkar ammi-abbu uski sehat ke baare mein poochne lage. Maine peeche se kaha, “Iska bistar laga deta hoon, kaafi bimaar lag rahi hai. Noor, tumhe sona hai na, ya baithna hai?” Usne meri taraf dekha aur jawab diya, “Rizwan ke abbu, sona hai.”

Maine bistar lagaya aur usey acche se sula diya. Kuch pal mein gaadi chal padi.

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Train khat-khat ki awaaz ke saath dheere-dheere dolti hui station ki taraf badh rahi thi. Hamari manzil ab kareeb thi. Abbu-ammi jage hue the, aapas mein baatein kar rahe the aur saath mein Rizwan ko god mein liye uske chhote haathon se khel rahe the. Main khidki ke baahar dheere-dheere nazar aate platform ko dekh raha tha. Jaise-jaise train rukne ke kareeb aayi, main khada hua aur seat ke neeche rakha samaan nikaal kar ek jagah ikattha karne laga. Maine ammi-abbu se bhi apna samaan sametne ko kaha. Unhone mujhe Noor ko uthane ke liye kaha, par maine socha ki kal raat ke waakiye se woh kaafi thak gayi thi—utarne ke waqt use jaga doonga.

Kuch der mein train Hazrat Nizamuddin station par aa gayi. Maine Noor ko dheere se uthaya, “Noor, utho, station aa gaya.” Usne aankhein kholi, thaki hui nazron se meri taraf dekha, aur dheere se uthkar burqa theek kiya. Ammi ne Rizwan ko apni god mein liya, uske narm haathon ko pyaar se sehlate hue kaha, “Aao beta, ammi ke paas.” Abbu ne mujhe awaaz di, “Imran, samaan check kar le, bheed thodi kam hone de, phir utrenge.” Maine bags gine—do suitcases, ek chhota bag, aur ammi ka jhola—aur intezaar kiya jab tak platform thoda khaali na hua.

Hum sab platform par utre. Main pehle utra, phir abbu aur ammi ko sahaara diya. Noor peeche chali, uski chal mein halki si ladkhadahat thi. Yeh dekhkar main man hi man muskuraya. Station se baahar nikle aur Ayesha khala ke shauhar ke bheje message ke hisaab se ek peeli taxi pakad li. Maine aur abbu ne driver ke saath mil kar sara samaan load karwaya, aur hum paanch raste par aa gaye.

Taxi ki khidki se baahar dekhte hue main Delhi ki shaan-o-shaukat dekhkar dang reh gaya. Mere shehar ke sadkon par toh zindagi ek bandhi hui duniya mein chalti thi—auratein dupatte se munh chhupati thi, mard apne kaam mein lage rehte the, aur sadkein bhi wahi purani, tang thi. Par yahan, Delhi mein, sadkein chaudi thi, chamakti hui buildings ek ke baad ek khadi thi, aur ladkiyan apne boyfriend ke saath haath mein haath daale chal rahi thi. Kuch couples sadak ke kinare park mein baithkar ek-doosre ke kareeb hokar baatein kar rahe the, unke chehre par ek azaadi ki chamak thi, jo maine apne shehar mein kabhi nahi dekhi. Yeh sab dekhkar mera dil ek ajeeb si bechaini se bhar gaya—mera shehar bhi toh itna bandha hua nahi tha, par Delhi ki yeh khuli hawa ek alag hi duniya thi. Kya Noor bhi is shehar mein badal jayegi?

Taxi wala horn bajata hua aage badh raha tha. Sadkon par bheed thi—dukanein khul rahi thi, gaadiyon ki awaazein ek-doosre mein ghul rahi thi, aur subah ki roshni mein shehar chamak raha tha. Ammi ne Rizwan ko god mein liye usey baahar ke manzar dikhaye, “Dekh beta, yeh Delhi hai,” aur woh uske chhote haathon ko sehla rahi thi. Abbu driver se Ayesha khala ka address confirm kar rahe the. Noor mere bagal mein chupchap baithi thi, uska burqa uske jism ko dhaanke hua tha, par uski aankhein khidki ke baahar dekh rahi thi. Uske shareer se wahi halki si khushboo aa rahi thi, jo kal raat ke guard cabin ke manzar ki yaad dila rahi thi. Maine apna haath uske haath ke kareeb rakha, par usne meri taraf nahi dekha—uski aankhon mein ek chhupi hui baat thi, jaise woh is naye shehar mein apni nayi duniya soch rahi ho.

Thodi der mein taxi Ayesha khala ke ghar ke saamne ruka. Ek purana, sundar makaan tha, jisme chhota sa bagicha aur deewar par belon ka jhoola tha. Maine aur abbu ne samaan utara, ammi ne Rizwan ko god mein liya, aur Noor dheere-dheere peeche chali. Ayesha khala darwaze par khadi thi, chehre par badi si muskurahat liye. “Aao aao, kitne din baad mile ho!” unhone kaha aur ammi se gale milne lagi. Hum samaan uthakar andar chala gaye.

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Ayesha khala ka ghar alishaan aur bada tha, lekin bheed se bhara tha. Unhone humein jaldi fresh hone ko kaha aur khud ammi-abbu se baatein karne lagi. Main Noor aur Rizwan ke saath guest kamre mein chala gaya. Kuch der baad Ayesha khala aayi aur Noor se baatein karne lagi. Main fresh hone chala gaya. Jab wapas aaya, Noor ke chehre par tanav tha. “Kya hua, Noor? Khala ne kuch kaha kya?” maine poochha. Noor ne sar jhukaya aur boli, “Rizwan ke abbu, khala bol rahi thi ki aur logon ka aana baaki hai. Is kamre mein auron ko bhi adjust karna padega.” Yeh sun kar mujhe gussa aaya—hum unke khaas bulave par itni door se aaye, aur yeh adjustment ki baat. Maine Noor ke kandhe par haath rakha, “Tum chinta mat karo, main kuch dekhta hoon.”

Noor ne sar hilaya, uski aankhon mein thakan thi. “Chalo, pehle chai pi lete hain,” maine kaha. Hum kamre se baahar aaye, jahan aangan mein ek naukar chai ke pyale le aaya. Noor ne Rizwan ko god mein liya, uske narm haathon ko sehlate hue chai pee, aur maine bhi ek pyala uthaya. Chai ki khushboo ne thodi rahat di, lekin Noor ki chuppi abhi bhi pareshan kar rahi thi.

Chai ke baad hum drawing room mein ikattha hue, jahan dining table par garma-garam parathe aur mutton curry ki khushboo faili thi, jo Ayesha khala ne hamare aane ki khushi mein banwaya tha. Ammi ne Rizwan ko god mein liye doodh pilaya, uske chhote haath unke dupatte se khel rahe the. Noor chupchap paratha kha rahi thi, uski aankhon mein wahi thakan.

Main Ayesha khala ke shauhar, Naseer mamu, ke paas gaya. “Mamu, nashta lazeez tha,” maine muskurate hue kaha, “par yeh guest kamra... Noor aur Rizwan ke liye thodi jagah chahiye.” Unhone bhi muskuraya, “Arre Imran, shaadi ka ghar hai, thodi bheed toh banta hai. Par main khala se baat karta hoon.” Unki baat mein pyaar tha, lekin masle ka hal nahi dikha.

Main Ayesha khala ke paas gaya, jo mobile par kisi caterer se baat kar rahi thi. “Haan, mutton mein thoda aur masala daal do, aur pulao bhi taiyaar rakho!” unhone kaha, phir meri taraf dekha. “Khala, ek baat karni thi,” maine dheere se kaha. “Noor thodi pareshan hai. Is kamre mein aur log adjust karne ki baat boli aapne. Rizwan chhota hai, humein thodi jagah chahiye.” Khala ne mobile side mein rakha, ek saans li, aur boli, “Arre beta, shaadi ka ghar hai, sab aate hain. Par theek hai, main ek alag kamra set karwa deti hoon.” Maine shukriya kaha, dil halka hua.

Ghar mein sab kal ki shaadi ke liye vyast the—Ayesha khala ki chhoti beti ka nikaah tha. Khala har kaam sambhal rahi thi—kabhi caterer se baat, kabhi phoolon wale se stage ke liye gulab ka intezaam. Unki awaaz ghar mein goonj rahi thi. Mujhe bhi ek kaam de diya, “Imran, tum zara stage ke gulab ke intezaam dekh lo.” Maine sar hilaya. Ghar ka mahaul jashn se bhara tha.

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Main din bhar kaam mein vyast raha, aur saath-saath door-door se aaye rishtedaaron se baatein aur salaam-aada karne ka mauka mila. Shaam ko main thak gaya tha, aur jab thaka-hara kamre mein pahuncha, to dekha ki Noor Rizwan ke saath soyi hui thi. Maine kamre mein nazar daudayi, to ek aur door ki bhabhi kone mein soyi hui thi. Ayesha khala ke kehne ke bawajood humein adjust karna pad raha tha. Un dono ko sota dekh main baahar nikla, aur kismat se Ayesha khala wahin drawing room mein thi. Maine unse poochha, “Khala, nahi ho paya bandobast?” Khala ne muskuraya, meri taraf dekha, aur boli, “Babu, ab ghar mein koi jagah nahi bachi hai. Lekin main ek kaam karwa sakti hoon.” Maine poochha, “Kya, khala?” Unhone kaha, “Mere jaan-pehchaan ke log hain, bagal mein hi rehte hain. Tu shayad unhe nahi jaanta. Agar tu chahe, to tu, Noor, aur Rizwan wahan thehar sakte ho.” Main kuch der sochne laga aur bola, “Lekin khala, kisi gair ke yahan theharna theek nahi hoga, aur ammi-abbu?” Khala ne thodi der socha aur kaha, “Woh dono toh yahan maze mein hain, unhe koi dikkat nahi hogi. Yahan unka man laga rahega. Aur woh log gair nahi hain, Imran. Agar tu chahe, to main unhe keh doongi.” Maine sar khujaya—mujhe kisi anjaan ke yahan rehna accha nahi lag raha tha. “Khala, hum yahin dekh lenge,” maine kaha. Unhone jawab diya, “Jaisi teri marzi,” aur phir chali gayi.

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Raat ho gayi thi, aur Noor ke kamre mein aurat sone chali gayin. Main baaki mardon ke saath hall mein gadde par let gaya. Jaise hi maine sar neeche rakha, mujhe ehsaas hua ki takiya toh hai hi nahi. Pankha bhi dheere-dheere chal raha tha, bilkul bekaar. Mera dhyan Noor ke kamre ki taraf gaya, jahan AC ki thandi hawa chal rahi thi. Dopahar mein Ayesha khala ki baat yaad aayi—unhone mujhe wahan sone ko kaha tha, par maine unki baat nahi maani. Ab pachtawa ho raha tha.

Raat bhar garmi aur machchharon se joojhta raha. Machchharon ke kaatne se main baar-baar jag utha. Neend tooti, to dobara aayi hi nahi. Hawa lene ke liye maine socha ki bahar bagiche mein chala jaoon. Dheere se apni jagah se utha aur hall se bahar nikalne ko badha, par gate par tala laga hua tha. Maine apna sar pakad liya—ab kya karoon?

Pyaas bhi lag rahi thi, to main kitchen ki taraf gaya. Fridge khola, par ek bhi paani ki bottle nahi dikhi. Ab mujhe apne aap par gussa aane laga—Ayesha khala ki baat kyun nahi maani? Wapas gadde par laut kar sone ki koshish ki, par neend nahi aayi. Dil bechain tha, aur dimaag mein dopahar ki baatein ghoom rahi thi. Kal shaam ki ek ghatna yaad aayi, jisse thodi si muskan chehre par aa gayi, par saath hi bechaini bhi badh gayi.

Pyaas ab aur badh rahi thi. Maine socha, fridge mein paani nahi to kam se kam kal se paani hi pi loon. Dubara kitchen mein gaya, par wahan ka haal aur bhi kharab tha. Kaafi der tak khoja, par ek bhi saaf glass nahi mila. Gussa aur badh gaya. Aakhir mein, maine apne haathon se chullu banaya aur kal se rakhe paani ko piya. Tabhi deewar ke doosri taraf se dhamm ki awaaz aayi—koi kooda tha! Mera dil darr se dhadak utha. Dimaag mein ek hi khayal aaya—CHOR!
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Main hadbada gaya aur jhat se khidki kholkar bahar awaaz ki disha mein dekhne laga. Mujhe koi dikha nahi—iska matlab jo bhi tha, woh wahan se ja chuka tha. Maine khidki band ki aur dheere se apne gadde ki taraf lautne laga. Tabhi khayal aaya ki agar sach mein chor tha, toh shadi ke ghar se kaafi kuch chura sakta tha. Main jaante hue aisa hone dena theek nahi samjha. Kuch pal sochne ke baad, maine faisla kiya ki Ayesha khala ko batana hi sahi hoga. Par raat ke teen baje unhe uthana kya theek rahega? Thodi der socha, aur laga ki aise uthana shayad galat ho. Phir maine socha ki kitchen ke upar wale kamre mein jaakar baat batana behtar hoga—woh log Ayesha khala ko jaankar de denge.

Main dheere-dheere chalte hue upar wale kamre ke darwaze tak pahuncha aur halke se dastak di. Koi jawab nahi aaya. Do-teen baar aur dastak di, tab jaakar darwaza khula. Samne Ayesha khala ki beti, jiska kal nikaah hone wala tha, khadi thi. Usko dekhkar main thoda chaunk gaya. Maine salam kiya aur jaldi se awaaz ke baare mein bataya. Gaur kiya toh laga ki woh darwaza poora nahi khol rahi thi, jaise meri nazar ko andar jhankne se rokna chahti ho.
Maine uski taraf dekha aur kaha, “Saba, mujhe laga shayad koi chor hai… deewar ke uss taraf se dhamm ki awaaz aayi thi.” Woh chup rahi, phir dheere se, adab ke saath boli, “Bhai, sab theek hai. Shayad tumhe galat laga. Raat mein aise awaazein ho jati hain.” Uska lehja weham door karne wala tha, par darwaza ab bhi thoda hi khula tha, aur woh mujhe andar jhankne se rokti si lag rahi thi.

Maine kaha, “Haan, par awaaz bahut tez thi. Ek baar dekh loon?” Yeh kehte hue maine ek kadam aage badhaya, darwaze ke paas jhankne ki koshish ki. Saba jaldi se boli, “Nahi, bhai, koi zaroorat nahi. Main dekh loongi.” Par uski awaaz mein ek ghabrahat thi, aur maine gaur kiya ki uske kurte ka ek button toota hua tha, aur baal thodi si bikhri hui thein. Mere dil mein shak aur gehra ho gaya. Woh jaldi se darwaza band karne lagi, par uske haath ka kapkapana mujhse chhupa nahi.

Main wahi khada raha, dimag mein sawaal uth rahe the. Yeh kya baat thi?

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Maine phir zyada nahi socha, raat ke char bajne ko the, aur mujhe us kharab haalat mein bhi ab kaafi neend aa rahi thi. Main usi bistar par jaake so gaya—garmi aur machchharon ke beech.

Agli subah meri neend khuli to main kaafi thaka-thaka mehsoos kar raha tha. Aaj Ayesha khala ki chhoti beti ka nikaah tha. Ghar mein sab subah se kaam mein uljhe hue the. Nikaah ka hall ghar se thodi doori par tha.

Main Noor ke paas gaya, jo naha-dho kar kamre mein baithi Rizwan ko taiyaar kar rahi thi. Maine use dekhte hi kaha, “Noor, kaisi neend aayi aapki?” Usne meri taraf dekha, muskurayi, aur boli, “Achi, Rizwan ke abbu. Aur aapki?” Maine raat ka haal bataya—kaise garmi aur machchharon se raat bhar joojhta raha. Meri baat sun kar woh udaas ho gayi, “Rizwan ke abbu, yeh bheed toh kam nahi hogi. Ayesha khala keh rahi thi ki kuch door ke log aur aane baaki hain.” Yeh sun kar maine apne sar par haath rakha aur Noor ko kal ki Ayesha khala ki baat batayi. Usne jhat se kaha, “Rizwan ke abbu, aap khala ko keh do na, hum unke rishtedaar ke yahan ruk jayenge.” Maine thodi der socha, phir sar haan mein hilaya.

Maine koshish ki Ayesha khala se yeh baat kehne ki, ki hum unke rishtedaar ke yahan rukne ko taiyaar hain, par khala aaj had se zyada mashgool thi. Din bhar mujhe unse baat karne ka mauka nahi mila.

Shaam hone ko thi, saari khawateen saj-dhaj kar, naye kapdon aur veil mein, dheere-dheere hall ki taraf jaane lagi. Main bhi hall mein mardon ki jagah ek kursi pakad kar baith gaya, aur abbu mere saath baithe the. Auraton ki taraf Noor, Rizwan ko god mein liye, aur ammi baithi thi.

Ayesha khala ne shandaar intezaam kiya tha. Khane-peene ki koi kami nahi thi, aur stage laal gulab ke haar se saj kar bahut khubsurat dikh raha tha.

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Dheere-dheere log jutne lage, aur hall mein shor badhne laga. Abbu baaton mein mashgool ho gaye. Main akela baitha kal raat ki ghatna ko yaad kar raha tha—Saba ka woh haal, uska aise mana karna. Akhir ho kya raha tha? Ya kahein woh kya kar rahi thi? Mujhe daal mein kuch kala nazar aa raha tha.

Main akela thoda bore ho raha tha. Baraat aane mein bhi thodi der thi, to meri nazar Noor ko dhoondhne lagi, par woh itni auraton mein ghul-mil gayi thi. Mujhe yaad aaya ki aise hi ek shaadi mein Noor aur woh kameena pehli dafa ek hue the. Yeh sochkar main thoda sa has diya aur khud bhi kuch logon se baatein karne laga.

Kuch pal mein nikaah ka waqt aa gaya. Saba stage par kaafi haseen lag rahi thi. Afra-tafri ke beech moulvi sahab ne nikaah padhaya, duaen goonji, aur log khushiyan manane lage. Nikaah ke baad log dawat mein lag gaye. Maine Ayesha khala ko dhoondha, woh rishtedaaron se baat kar rahi thi. “Khala, kamra ka kya hua?” maine poochha. Unhone kaha, “Imran, kal subah alag jagah set kar doongi. Bas aaj raat sambhal lo.”

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Main thoda mayoos ho gaya, kyunki ab mujhe dobara usi jagah par raat guzaarni thi. Lekin phir maine sab kuch bhula ke khane par nazar daali aur sab logon ke saath dawat mein shamil ho gaya.

Joron-shoron se dawat chal rahi thi. Sab baaton aur khane mein mashgool the. Main khana kha ke cola aur ice cream ke maze le raha tha, par mujhe bahut tez peshab lagi—zaroor zyada cola peene ki wajah se. Washroom dhoondhne gaya to dekha lambi line lagi thi. Yeh dekh kar samajh gaya ki yahan ruka to yahin nikal jayega. Main jaldi se wahan se nikla aur hall ke baahar nazar daudayi—door-door tak sirf car parking dikhi. Socha, thodi door kone mein ja ke kaam chala loon. Tez kadmon se wahan se nikla, kuch der mein kone ki taraf chala gaya, pyjama neeche kiya, aur peshab kiya. Tab ja ke chain aaya.
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Main wapas hall ki taraf jaane ke liye muda, lekin tabhi mere chehre par tez thandi hawa ka jhonka laga. Main wahin ruk gaya aur hawa ka maza lene laga. Meri aankhein kuch der ke liye band ho gayin, aur jab khulin to maine dekha ki ek car dheere-dheere ek jagah par hil rahi thi. Yeh dekhkar maine apna sir pakad liya, sochne laga ki kahin main bimar to nahi hoon, ya mujhe chakkar aa rahe hain. Maine phir us gaadi ke bagal wali car ko dekha, jo bilkul shant khadi thi. Meri nazar wapas us hilti hui car par gayi, aur main sochne laga ki baat kya hai. Mere dil mein laddu phootne lage, aur main dheere-dheere us taraf badhne laga.

Main us car ke paas pahuncha aur uske chhat par haath rakh diya. Car ab bhi hil rahi thi. Maine thoda aage badhkar car ke sheeshe par aankh lagayi, lekin andar kuch saaf dikhayi nahi diya. To maine apna phone nikala, flashlight jalayi, aur sheeshe par roshni daali. Jab maine andar jhanka, to mujhe saaf dikhayi diya — ek aurat aur ek ladka sidhe meri taraf ghoor rahe the. Main un dono ki halat dekh hi raha tha ki achanak wo ladka, nanga, tezi se car se bahar nikla aur mera collar pakad liya.

“Kaun hai be tu, saale? Kya dekh raha hai, madarchod?” usne gusse mein kaha. Mera collar uske haath mein tha, aur main thoda dar bhi gaya tha. “W-wo... m-mujhe... n-nahi...” main darr ke maare saaf bol bhi nahi pa raha tha. Tabhi usne ek mukka mere kandhe par maara, jisse main dard se karah utha.

“Tu hai kaun, madarchod? Teri himmat kaise hui andar jhankane ki?” usne phir se chillaya. Maine apne haath aage kiye aur uske samne haath jod liye. “M-mujhe chhod do, maine kya kiya? Mujhe kyun maar rahe ho?” maine darrte hue kaha.

Main andar se kaafi ghabra gaya tha. Mera sharir darr se kamp raha tha. Wo ladka dikhne mein gunda jaisa lag raha tha. Main darr ke maare kuch bol nahi pa raha tha. Usne mere sir par do-teen baar tezi se maara aur ek dhakka dekar mujhe zameen par gira diya. “Saale, agar kisi ko bataya to madarchod...” wo mujhe pairon se mere seene aur pet par tezi se maarne laga. Dard se meri halat kharab hone lagi. Isi beech kisi ne use peeche se kheench liya. Maine apna sir uthaya to dekha ki wo wahi aurat thi, jo kuch pal pehle car mein nangi thi aur ab salwar pehne hue thi. Usne us kameene ko peeche se kas kar pakad liya aur mujhe bachane ki koshish ki. 

“Rahul, kya kar rahe ho? Ise chot lag rahi hai, chhod do!” usne kaha. Lekin wo ladka mujhe ghoorta hua apni kamar se uska haath hatane ki koshish kar raha tha. “Chhod, Samreen, meri kamar! Is madarchod ko jasoos banne ka shauk hai na? Abhi iska gaand todta hoon main!” usne gusse mein kaha.
Us ladke ne mujhe ghoorte hue apni kamar se us aurat ka haath jhatak diya aur ek kadam aage badha. Uska chehra gusse se lal tha, aur aankhon mein ek khatarnaak chamak thi. “Sun le, madarchod,” usne meri taraf ungli uthate hue dhamkaya, “agar tune is baat ka zikr kisi se bhi kiya, toh tujhe aisa sabak sikhaunga ki tu zindagi bhar yaad rakhega!” Main zameen par pada, kharab halat mein tha, dard se karah raha tha, aur mera dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki mujhe laga woh abhi seene se bahar nikal jayega. Us aurat ne phir se uska haath pakadne ki koshish ki, par us ladke ne use itni zor se dhakka diya ki wo ladkhada gayi. “Chhod de, Rahul, bas kar!” usne chillate hue kaha, lekin uska gussa rukne ka naam nahi le raha tha. Maine apne haath jod liye aur darr se kampaate hue bola, “Kudrat ke nizam ki kasam, main kisi se kuch nahi kahoonga! Bas mujhe jaane de!” Meri awaaz toot rahi thi, aankhon mein aansoon aa gaye the. Us kameene ne mujhe ek lambi, ghoorati nazar se dekha, phir zameen par thooka aur bola, “Chal, nikal yahan se, saale. Par yaad rakh, ek galti ki toh tujhe dekh lunga!” Usne mera collar chhoda, aur main ladkhadate hue utha, dard se chur ho chuka tha, lekin jaan bachi toh lakhon paaye.
Main ladkhadate hue utha aur wahi, us nange kameene aur us aurat ke saamne khada raha. Mera shirt zameen par girne se mitti se ganda ho chuka tha. Maine jeb se rumaal nikala aur shirt ke daag saaf karne laga. Rahul us aurat ko apni baahon mein kheench liya aur zor se chillaaya, “Abe saale, yahan kya tamasha dekh raha hai? Nikal yahan se, madarchod, warna tujhe aisa peetunga ki hosh thikane aa jayenge!” Us aurat ne hanskar kaha, “Rahul, chhod na, bechara darr gaya hai,” aur dono ke beech hasi-mazaak aur chhedchhad shuru ho gayi. Main unki flirt bhari baatein sunta raha. Maine rumaal jeb mein daala aur wahan se door chalne laga. Jaise hi main thodi door badha, maine peeche mudkar dekha ki wo car phir se dheere-dheere hilne lagi.
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Kuch pal baad main wapas hall mein aa gaya. Mera sharir chot se dard kar raha tha. Maine apna shirt theek kiya aur daant pees kar chup raha. Ek taraf man kar raha tha ki sabko us kameene aur us aurat ki baat bata doon, lekin darr ke maare chup rehna hi behtar laga. Isi beech, mujhe dikha nahi ki mama meri taraf aa rahe the.

“Imran beta, inse milo, ye Rahman hain—Dilli mein inka business hai,” mama ne mujhse unke saath aaye aadmi ko milwate hue kaha. Maine Rahman ko dekha, salaam kiya, aur usne bhi mujhe salaam diya. Mama ne aage kaha, “Beta, teri khala toh kaam mein bahut masroof hai, tu dekh hi raha hai.” Maine haan mein sir hilaya. “Haan, mamujaan, walima tak toh woh aisi hi busy rahengi,” maine jawab diya. Mama ne bhi sir hilate hue kaha, “Beta, ye hamare door ke rishtedaar hain. Kal raat tujhe sone mein dikkat hui thi na?” Maine haan mein sir hilaya. “Haan, mamujaan, kaafi garmi aur machchar the.” Mama ne kaha, “Jab tak ghar khali na ho, tu inke yahan ruk ja.” Maine Rahman ki taraf dekha aur poocha, “Rahman bhaijaan, aapko koi dikkat toh nahi?” Usne thahaka maar ke hansa aur bola, “Arre, apno ki madad na karenge toh kiski karenge? Jitne din chaho, mere ghar ruk jao, tum bhi toh parivaar ho.” Maine muskurane ki koshish ki, bhale hi mere sharir mein dard ki lehar daud rahi thi.

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Ek ghante baad jab mehmaan ek ek kar ke rukhsat hone lage, toh maine Noor ko bataya ke main aaj raat Rahman bhaijaan ke yahan rukne ka irada bana chuka hoon. Noor ne khushi se haan kar di — kal raat toh waise bhi garmi, machchar, aur bijli jaane ke chakkar mein neend ka naam-o-nishaan nahi tha.

Maine Rahman bhaijaan se adab se kaha, “Bhaijaan, ek chhoti si darkhwast thi... agar aap humein Ayesha khala ke ghar se utha saken? Samaan uthana hai.”
Rahman bhaijaan ne khushi-khushi haan kar di, “Arre, kyun nahi, Imran miyaan! Tum toh apne ho. Aata hoon, bas aadhe ghante mein.”

Main, Noor aur hamara beta Rizwan, Ayesha khala ke ghar pahunch gaye. Noor samaan bandhne lagi aur main Rizwan ke saath chhatriyon waale bag mein kapde theek kar raha tha. Aadha ghanta guzra, tabhi gali ke mooh se ek purani si Wagon R dhire-dhire ghusti hui dikhayi di.

Main ne bas yunhi us gaadi ki taraf dekha... aur kuch ajeeb sa laga. Dil mein halki si ghabraahat si hui, par maine jhatka diya, “Chhod yaar, Imran... sab Wagon R ek jaise hi dikhte hain.” Par phir bhi aankhon ne dhokha dene se inkaar kar diya.

Gaadi bilkul paas aayi, toh dil dhak-dhak karne laga. Gaadi ka peechla bumper halka sa toota hua tha... jaise kisi ne ghusse mein laat maari ho. Aur... chhat ke kone pe ek chhota sa sticker — "Meri Biwi Meri Jaan".

Yeh wahi thi.

Mujhe paseena aa gaya. Main kuch der tak joota bandhne ka naatak karta raha... gaadi ruk chuki thi. Darwaza khula, aur Rahman bhaijaan muskurate hue bole, “Chalo bhai, chalo! Der ho rahi hai!”

Main ne haan mein sir hilaaya, Noor aur Rizwan ko gaadi mein bithaya. Jaise hi main chadhne ko hua, meri nazar saamne wali seat par padhi — ek aurat veil mein baithi thi, uska chehra chhupa hua tha... magar aankhon ka kajal, aankhon ki woh tez roshni — mujhe turant yaad aayi woh raat... woh sheesha... woh kaand.

Mujhe laga zameen phat jaaye, main usmein sama jaaun.

Main bechaini se peechhe dekhta hoon... chhat ka wahi halka hilna... kuch yaadein jhat se flashback ke jaise wapas aa gayi. Maine apni nazar jhuka li.

Tabhi Rahman bhaijaan ne muskurate hue kaha,
“Imran miyaan, milo meri begum se... yeh hain Samreen.”

Samreen ne thoda sa dupatta adjust kiya, aur ek teekhi, shaitaani si muskurahat ke saath keh diya,
“Salaam Imran bhai...”

Imran ka chehra peela pad gaya... uski awaaz gala ghutne jaisi ho gayi —
“Wa-wa-aalaykum... s-salaam.”

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Chapter - 35


Rahman Bhaijaan ka ghar kuch 10-12 minute ki doori par tha, aur jab tak main samajh pata, gaadi unke ghar ke saamne pahunch gayi. Saamne ek do-manzila ghar tha, tazi painting se chamkta hua, jaise haal hi mein sajaya gaya ho. “Pahunch gaye, Imran, zara main gate khol do,” Rahman Bhaijaan ne kaha. Main jhat se utar kar darwaza khola, aur unhone gaadi gate ke saamne park ki. Gaadi rukte hi Rahman Bhaijaan utre, phir Samreen utri, salwar aur veil mein, aur usne Rizwan ko Noor se le kar god mein utha liya. Main peeche badha, apne do bag nikaalne laga, tab Rahman Bhaijaan ne ek bag uthaya, aur hum sab gheere dheere ghar mein dakhil ho gaye.

Rahman Bhaijaan ke kehne par hum living room ke sofe par baith gaye, Noor aur main ek taraf, woh aur Samreen saamne. Rizwan Samreen ki god mein khel raha tha, uski hansi kamre ki ronak badhaati thi. “Yeh mausam to bada suhana hai aaj,” Rahman Bhaijaan ne baat shuru ki, “subah thodi boonda-baandi thi, ab thandak achchhi lag rahi hai.” Noor ne muskura kar kaha, “Haan, warna yeh garmi satati thi.” Meri nazar Samreen ki taraf khinchi, uska veil uske chehre ko sundar tarike se frame kar raha tha, uski aankhon mein halki chamak dekh main thodi der uspar ruka. “Rizwan to pura shaitan ban gaya,” Samreen ne kaha, uski awaaz mein pyaar aur masti ka mishran tha, “din bhar daudta rehta hai.” Main hans pada, “Haan, yeh Noor ka asar hai, bilkul usi ki tarah.” Noor ne mujhe ghoora, “Kya matlab, main kahan shaitan hoon?” Sab hasne lage.

“Imran, bank mein kaam kaisa chal raha hai?” Rahman Bhaijaan ne poochha. “Bas, Bhaijaan, branch mein kaam thik hai,” maine jawab diya, “lekin loan targets aur audits ka dabav rehta hai.” Meri nazar phir Samreen par gayi, jo Rizwan ke haathon se khel rahi thi, uski muskaan ke saath uski aankhein jhuk gayin, aur main jhat se nazar hata liya. “Haan, yeh dabav to business mein bhi hai,” Rahman Bhaijaan bole, “textile ka kaam chal raha hai, lekin naye fabric orders ke liye dimaag khapana padta hai. Bazaar mein competition bhi badh gaya hai.” Samreen ne chimki, “Aur Ayesha Khala to ab bhi Bhaijaan ko daantti hain, kal hi unka phone aaya tha, bol rahi thi, ‘Rahman, kaam chhodo, ghar aao!’” Noor ne haskar kaha, “Ayesha Khala ka to wahi style hai, daant mein bhi pyar chhupa hota hai.” Meri nazar ek baar phir Samreen ki taraf khinchi, uski hansi ke saath uske haathon ki nazakat dekh main ek pal ke liye khoya sa raha.

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Mera dimaag baar-baar kuchh ghanton pehle ki ghatna ki taraf kheench raha tha. Us kameene ne mujhe kitni berahmi se maara tha—chhoton ka dard ab bhi mere jism mein ghoom raha tha, har saans ke saath tees uthati. Sofe par baitha, main Samreen ki aankhon mein kuchh dhoondh raha tha, par woh aisi thi, jaise main koi ajnabi hoon. Uska veil uske chehre ko raazdaar bana raha tha, uski thandi nazar meri taraf dekhti bhi nahi. Uske is bartav ne uski maar se bhi zyada chubha, mere dil mein gussa bhadak utha.

Nikah ki thakan se hum sab toot rahe the. Noor neend mein jhool rahi thi, aankhein baar-baar bandh. Yeh dekh Rahman Bhaijaan ne mujhe guest kamre ki taraf ishara kiya. Samreen jhat se khadi hui, mujhe dekhte hue boli, “Imran, main jaldi se bedsheet badal deti hoon, phir aap so jaaiye.” Main use ghoorta raha, haan mein sir hila diya. Woh kamre ki taraf chali gayi, uska salwar uske kadmon ke saath lehra raha tha. Meri nazar uski chaal par thami, aur tabhi woh car wali ghatna yaad aayi—woh kameena, uski muththi, aur Samreen ki khamoshi.

Panch-che minute baad Samreen wapas aayi, ek bottle paani mere haath mein thama, aur boli, “Kamra saaf hai, ab tum teeno so jao.” Main thaka-haara kamre mein pahuncha. Noor ne pehle Rizwan ko sula diya, phir khud so gayi. Kamre ki khamoshi mein pankhe ki halki awaaz goonj rahi thi, par dard aur dimaag ka toofan mujhe chain nahi de raha tha. Kuchh lamhon baad main bhi neend ke dariya mein doob gaya.

Agli subah mera jism itna dukh raha tha ki chalna mushkil tha. Pichhli raat ki maar ke nishaan taaze the. Badi mushkil se utha, to mehsoos hua Noor kamre mein nahi thi. Kuchh pal baad Samreen aayi, mujhe ghoorne lagi. Meri haalat dekh, woh aage badhi, mere kandhe par haath rakha, dheere se boli, “Bahut maar diya tumhe, nahi marna chahiye tha.” Mera gussa bhadak gaya, par main chup raha. Woh phir boli, “Tumhe Moov deti hoon, laga lo, aaram milega.” Uski awaaz thandi thi, jaise ehsan kar rahi ho. Main kuchh bol na saka. Usne Moov la kar diya aur kamre se chali gayi. Pehle socha Noor se lagwa loon, par phir ruka—pichhli raat ka haadsa usse kya bolta? Main tube se Moov nikala aur chhoton par lagane laga.

Mere andar gussa isliye nahi tha ki Samreen aur us kameene ne chudai ki, balki isliye ki usne mujh par bewajah haath uthaya, aur Samreen ka rawaiya bilkul thanda tha.

Kuchh pal baad Noor aayi, boli, “Khana tayyar hai, naha-dho kar kha lo.” Woh kitchen mein chali gayi. Main karahate hue bistar se utha, fresh hua, aur nashta karne baitha. Khana khaane ke baad Noor aur Samreen Rizwan aur samreen ke teen bachchon ko le kar Ayesha Khala ke yahan chali gayin baki functions me shareek hone. Ghar mein main akela reh gaya. Dard ki wajah se maine din me aaram karne ki sochi.

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Din bhar aaram karne ke bawajood mera haal kharab tha, gussa satven aasman par chadha hua tha. Isi gusse ke beech maine Rahman Bhaijaan ko phone laga diya.

“Bhaijaan, main Imran bol raha hoon. Aap kab tak ghar aaoge? Mujhe ek bahut zaroori baat karni hai,” maine kaha.

“Kya hua, Imran? Phone par bhi to bata sakta hai, bol,” unhone jawab diya.

“Nahi, Bhaijaan, yeh baat saamne-saamne hi karni hai,” maine keh kar phone kaat diya. Mera dil, jo gusse se dhadak raha tha, ab ghabrahat se kampne laga. Sochne laga, kya maine sahi kiya? Kya mujhe Rahman Bhaijaan ko sachchai bata deni chahiye? Phone laga kar main khud hi phas gaya tha. Maine apne aap ko samjhaaya ki Samreen ke baare mein batana galat hoga—unka poora parivaar toot jayega. Gusse aur jaldbaazi mein maine galat kadam utha liya tha.

Dopahar hote hi Rahman Bhaijaan ghar aaye, haath mein mere liye khane ka dabba liye. Hum dono dining room mein kursiyon par baithe. Unhone khana nikaalte hue poochha, “Kya zaroori baat thi jo phone par nahi bata sake?” Mera gussa thanda ho chuka tha, aur main Samreen ko pareshaani mein nahi daalna chahta tha. “Bhaijaan, kal raat aapko yakeen nahi hoga, lekin ek ladke ne apki car ke paas mujhe dhakka dekar zameen par gira diya,” maine kaha.

Rahman Bhaijaan ka chehra ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Unki aankhon mein ek udaasi si chha gayi, jaise woh kuchh jante hon. “Mere car ke paas?” unhone dheere se poochha, awaaz mein ek bojh. Main chup raha, Samreen ka veil-wala chehra aankhon ke saamne ghoom gaya. “Haan, Bhaijaan, andhere mein chehra saaf nahi dikha,” maine jhooth bola, dil mein bojh badhta gaya.

Unhone nazar jhuka li, haath khane ke dabbe par thame. “Rahul tha na?” unhone achanak kaha, awaaz mein ek thandi si ghamgini. Mera dil dhadakna bandh ho gaya. Woh jaante the—Samreen aur Rahul ke affair ke baare mein. “Imran, tu chhupa kyun raha hai?” unhone dheeme se kaha, aankhein ab bhi neeche. “Mujhe sab pata hai.” Unka chehra udaas tha, jaise ek toota hua sapna unki aankhon mein simat gaya ho.

Main kuchh bol na saka, bas unhe dekhta raha. “Bhaijaan, main…” maine shuru kiya, par awaaz khatam ho gayi. Unhone haath utha kar mujhe chup karaya. “Koi baat nahi, Imran. Yeh meri galti hai, maine usse roka nahi.” Woh khana parosne lage, par unki haalat dekh mera dil bhaari ho gaya. Gussa ab shak aur taras mein badal chuka tha. Main chupchaap khana khaata raha, sochta hua ki yeh raaz ab kahan le jayega.
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Rahman Bhaijaan ka chehra udaas tha, aankhein jhuki hui, jaise koi bhaari raaz unke dil par daba ho. “Imran,” unhone dheeme se kaha, awaaz mein dard bhara, “yeh sab meri wajah se hua.” Mera dimaag thamm gaya. Unhone batana shuru kiya, “Main tharki ban gaya tha, galeech chudai wali filmein dekhkar. Samreen, meri biwi, gaon ki, pakki ..,., veil aur burkha pehenne wali, jo kisi gair mard se baat tak na karti—maine usse is gande khel mein dhakela. Socha, ek baar ki chudai, bas maza hoga. Facebook par Rahul mila, usne fake ID se Samreen se baat ki, Instagram shopping ke bahaane. Maine khud usse roleplay karne ko kaha, mazak samajhkar.” Unki awaaz tootne lagi. “Par Samreen badal gayi. Chhup-chhup usse baat karne lagi, meri baat nahi sunti. Mujhe baad mein pata chala, woh dono kayi baar mile, hambistari bhi ki.”

Meri saansein ruk gayin. “Bhaijaan, kal raat?” maine poochha, dil dhadakta hua. Rahman Bhaijaan ne sar jhuka liya. “Rahul ne tujhe maara, Imran. Meri car ke paas, woh aur Samreen… wahan jarur hambistari kar rahe the. Shayad usse laga tu ne unhe dekh liya, isliye usne tujh par haath uthaya.” Unhone ek thandi saans li, aankhein bheeg gayin. “Maine socha yeh meri tharki khwahish thi, par yeh to meri zindagi ka naas ban gaya.” 

Maine dheere se kaha, “Bhaijaan, shayad… aapko Samreen se alag ho jana chahiye.” Unka chehra safed pad gaya. “Imran, kya bol raha hai? Talaq? Ghar...log kya kahenge? Aur mere teen bacche… unka pyar, unki khushi, main kaise chhod doon?” Unki awaaz kampne lagi. “Main yeh sab seh loonga, par parivaar nahi tootne doonga.”

Kamre mein khamoshi chha gayi.
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Main Rahman Bhaijaan ko sunta raha, unka dard mere andar bhi goonj raha tha. Meri haalat bhi to unhi jaisi thi. Dil mein ek sawal ubhra, aur maine seedha poochh liya, “Bhaijaan, woh galeech filmein… kya woh cuckold wali thi?” Unhone ek pal ke liye mujhe dekha, phir sar hila diya, “Haan, Imran, wahi thi.” Main chup raha, par dil mein toofan utha. Phir maine himmat karke poochha, “To kya aap… cuckold hain?” Rahman Bhaijaan ne jhat se sar uthaya, aankhon mein ek gussa sa, “Nahi, Imran, main woh nahi hoon!” Unki awaaz mein sharam aur nafrat ka mishran tha. Main chup ho gaya, baat ko wahi dafn kar diya. Hum dono chupchaap khana khaane lage, bas chammach aur plate ki halki awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi.

Jab main aakhri niwala lene wala tha, Rahman Bhaijaan ne dheeme se kaha, “Imran, main cuckold nahi hoon… par shayad banna chahta hoon.” Unki awaaz mein ek ajab si bechaini thi. Main ruk gaya, unhe dekha, aur ek halki si muskaan mere chehre par aa gayi. “Bhaijaan,” maine kaha, “main madad karoonga.” Woh mujhe dekhte rahe. "Main ek cuck hun"