Adultery Pooja: Newly married innocent Housewife

[LOPAMUDRA]

Honeymoon Gone Wrong!!

Characters:

Pooja: Newly married innocent Housewife

Shubham: Husband of Pooja

Shambhu: Hotel Manager

2 Hawaldaar

Rana: Corrupt security officer man

Rajni: Lady security officer

2 Hawaldaars And Many Other Characters


Shubham Aur Pooja abhi Newly married couple hote hai jinki shaadi ko 1 month hi hua hota hai....and honeymoon k liye kisi hill station jaana hai yeh baat pahele se hi decide kr li hoti hai dono ne (par yeh honeymoon dono ki life ko puri tarha se badal dena wala hai yeh baat dono ko nahi malum thi)
Pooja ek bahut hi innocent and pativrata wife hai..jisne aaj tak apne hubby k alawa kisi aur mard ki aur dekhaa tak ni tha bahut loyal wife thi...apni puri life bas hubby ki pooja hi krne ki sochi thi usne Aakhir honeymoon ka din aa jata hai aur dono bina kisi planning ke nikal jate hai aur waha pahuch ke malum chalta hai ki jiyada rush hone ki wajha se kahi bhi hotel khaali ni hai....wahi paas khada ek auto risksha wala kaafi der se pooja ko ghure jaa raha tha...un dono ne auto wale se pucha toh usne ek hotel k bare me bataya ...jo thoda dur tha...sunsaan area me tha ...and yeh bhi bola ki woh aap jaise logo k layak ni hai thoda badnaam hotel hai
but they both decide waha thand me thithurne se acha hai ki subha tak k liye room lele aur next day change kr lenge room aur dono uss auto wale k sath uss hotel ki aur chalte hai. (yeh auto wala waha pe newly married ladkiyoo ko fasane ka kaam karta tha jo uss hotel ke malik se mila hua hota hai....aur woh hotel ka malik security officer ki raid krwata hai uss hotel me)
hotel kaafi ajeeb hota hai....aas paas kaafi daru ki shops and cheap log aas paas mandra rahe hote hai.but dono k paas choice ni hoti toh wahi rukna padta hai...
tabhi der raat pure hotel me bhagdar machti hai aur dono shubham & Pooja darr jate hai ...shubham bahar jaake dekhta hai to security officer ki raid padi hoti hai woh aake pooja ko bolta hai ...dono samaan pack hi kr rahe hote hai ki Lady security officer apne 2 hawaldaaro k sath gate pe aati hai and dono ko arrest kr lete hai
dono ko baaki sab randiyoo and pimps ke sath leke jaaya jaata hai....and waha jaake un security officer walo ki gandi nazre jaise pooja ke jism ko noch khaana chahti hai and woh lady security officer shubham ko aake bolti hai ki ab tum gaye lambe andar....yaa toh sidhe se apni biwi ko saab logo k sath ek raat ek baazaru aurat ki tarha gujarni hogi...nahi to dono 5 saal k liye jail me lambe andar jaaoge ...aur pooja ko bhi court me randi proof kr diyaa jayega ....fir pure 5 saal roj koi na koi mard instemaal krega uska
puri raat woh security officer wale..pooja ko chod **te hai berahmi se aur woh hotel ka manager shakeel sab videos record krwa leta hai ....
(dono ne socha tha ki yeh sirf ek raat hoga...but uss raat k baad shakeel (hotel manager) aur baaki sab security officer wale milke pooja ko dhande wali banate hai .... yeh story hai Pooja ko ek innocent Wife se ...randi banne ki

[LOPAMUDRA]

Raat ke kareeb 8 baje ka waqt tha. Mausam me ek ajeeb si thandak thi, aur aasman me ghane badal chhaye hue the. Jaise hi main bahar nikla, ehsaas hua ki aas-paas koi hotel ya dharamshala nazar hi nahi aa rahi. Sadak ke dono taraf andhera chaaya hua tha, bas kabhi-kabhi kisi gaadi ke headlights uss sannate ko tod dete. Upar se baarish bhi apne poore zor par thi — tez hawa ke sath badi-badi boonden gir rahi thi, jaise prakriti bhi kisi gusse me ho.

Iss sab ke beech humne faisla kiya ki yahan rukne ka koi faida nahi, behtar hoga agar seedha train pakad kar ghar wapas chalte hain. Main road par kabhi-kabhi koi auto ya rickshaw nazar aa jata, lekin unka aana-jaana bhi bahut kam tha. Pura mahal ek ajeeb si tanhai aur bechaini se bhara hua tha.

Lagbhag aadha ghanta intezaar karne ke baad, aakhir ek auto rukta hua dikha. Baarish ab bhi rukne ka naam nahi le rahi thi, lekin humare liye wahi ek umeed thi. Main uss autowale ke paas gaya, usne rate bataya — “500 rupaye lagenge sheher tak.” Us waqt thakan aur bheegti raat ke beech paison ka sochne ka bhi mann nahi tha, humne turant haan kar di.

Hum dono aadhe bheege hue, kapdon se paani tapakta hua, auto me baith gaye. Auto chalu hua to pehli hi hawa ka jhonka aur baarish ki boonde andar tak aa gayi. Chhata bhi koi kaam ka nahi raha. Andhera itna ghana tha ki saamne ka rasta bhi mushkil se dikhta.

Sadak ke kinare street lights band thi, isliye raste pe sirf auto ke dim headlights se thodi si roshni bikhri thi. Barish ke paani me sadak chamak rahi thi, jaise koi kaali chadar par chandi ki lakeerein kheench di ho. Do taraf bas pedon ke siluet aur kabhi-kabhi kisi kutte ke bhaukne ki awaaz.

Kareeb 45 minute beet gaye. Time ka pata hi nahi chala, bas lagataar baarish aur motor ki garaj sunai de rahi thi. Tab maine autowale se pucha,
“Bhai, aur kitni der lagegi station tak?”

Usne rear-view mirror me meri taraf dekha, phir shant awaaz me bola,
“Sir, aaj baarish bahut tez hai. Station wale main raste pe ek bada ped gir gaya hai, rasta poora band hai. Mai aapko dusre raste se le ja raha hu.”

Uske lafzon me kuch ajeeb sa thandapan tha — jaise wo baat sahi bhi lag rahi thi, par fir bhi dil ke kone me ek halka sa doubt jag gaya. Bahar andhera, beech jungle jaisa rasta aur auto ki halki si rattling — sab milke mahaul ko aur zyada darawna bana rahe the.

Thodi der aur guzri to Pooja ke chehre par bechaini saaf nazar aane lagi. Usne halki si nazar milate hue mujhe ishara kiya — wo kuch kehna chahti thi, par shabdon ke bina hi uski aankhon me darr tha. Baarish ab bhi zordar chal rahi thi, aur auto ke engine ki garaj us bechain khamoshi ko aur bhari bana rahi thi.

Mujhe bhi kuch ajeeb sa lagne laga. Raste pe kuch pehchaan hi nahi aa rahi thi, sab kuch andhere me dooba hua. Tab maine thoda sakhti se poocha,
“Bhai, kya hai yaar? Tu galat raste le ja raha hai kya?”

Mere itna kehne ki der thi, autowala ekdum se ruk gaya. Auto ke brakes ne zameen par chhapa sa chhod diya, aur wo gusse me utar kar bola,
“Aapko lagta hai main jhooth bol raha hu? Baarish me kaun jhooth me ghumaayega bhai?”

Baat badhti gayi. Gusse me aakar usne auto side me lagaya, hume beech raste me hi utaar diya, aur kehne laga,
“Jo dena hai do aur jao apne raste.”

Main kuch samajh paata usse pehle hi usne 200 rupaye liye aur andhere me gaayab ho gaya.
Ab main aur Pooja uss tez baarish me beech sadak par the — pedon ke neeche kuch der ke liye khade rahe, taaki kam se kam baarish se bach sakein. Thand aur ghabrahat dono apne peak par the.

Main use wahin chhod kar auto dhoondhne nikal gaya. Sadak pe paani bhar gaya tha, jahan tak nazar jaaye sirf andhera aur baarish. Kismat se kuch hi der me ek auto mil gaya. Maine usse station tak chhodne ko kaha, par usne seedha haath jod diya —
“Saab, station ka rasta poora jam hai. Aaj jaana mushkil hai.”

Wo thoda ruk kar bola,
“Ek sasta hotel jaanta hu main, agar aap dono chahein to wahan ek raat ruk jaaiye. Kal subah sab normal ho jaayega.”

Us waqt aur koi option nahi tha, humne haan kar di.
Auto chalu hua, par is baar ek aur ajeeb cheez mehsoos hui — driver baar-baar rear-view mirror me dekh raha tha, jaise uski nazar baar-baar Pooja par ja rahi ho.
Pooja ne nazar jhuka li, aur main khidki ke bahar dekhne laga, lekin dil me ek ajeeb sa ashantipan badhta ja raha tha...

Auto andhere raste par seedha badhta ja raha tha. Baarish thodi kam zaroor hui thi, lekin hawa me ab bhi nami aur wo bhari si khamoshi thi. Pooja chup thi — usne dupatta se chehra halka sa dhak rakha tha, jaise nazar milane se bhi bach rahi ho. Main khidki ke bahar dekh raha tha, lekin aankhen baar-baar rear-view mirror par ja rahi thi — jahan se wo autowala ab bhi baar-baar dekh raha tha.

Kareeb aadha ghanta aur beet gaya, tab usne bina kuch kahe auto ek chhoti si gali me mod liya. Gali patli thi, dono taraf purani imaratein aur beech me paani ka jama hua talab jaisa dikh raha tha. Maahaul me ek ajeeb sa sannata tha — na koi aadmi, na koi awaaz, bas auto ke tyres ke neeche paani ki chhapaak-chhapaak.

Main turant poochh baitha,
“Bhai, ye kahan ja rahe ho? Ye to station ka rasta lagta hi nahi.”

Usne bina meri taraf dekhe bola,
“Hotel yahi aas-paas hi hai, bas do minute aur.”

Uske bolne ka andaaz kuch alag tha — jaise har shabd me ek thodi si jaldbazi, thodi si chhupane wali baat ho.

Auto ek purane type ke building ke saamne ruk gaya. Board pe likha tha —
“Hotel Rajdeep Residency”
lekin kuch letters half broken the, aur light blink kar rahi thi — R–jdeep R–siden–y.

Reception pe ek aadmi baithe hue paan chaba raha tha. Usne hume upar se neeche tak dekha, fir dheere se bola,
“Room chahiye?”

Main ne haan me sir hila diya. Usne bina register khole hi ek chhabi nikali aur kaha,
“First floor, last room left side.”

Uske bolne ke tarike me kuch tha… jaise wo humse zyada kuch jaanta ho.

Jab hum seedhiyan chadh rahe the, niche se us autowale ki awaaz aayi —
“Saab, room sahi mil gaya na?”
par jab main mur kar dekha, to wo wahan tha hi nahi. Auto bhi gayab.

Seedhiyon me light flicker kar rahi thi, aur building me se ek purani moisture wali smell aa rahi thi. Pooja mere bilkul paas aa gayi, uske haath thande the. Hum dono chup-chaap us kamre ke paas pahuche… aur jaise hi maine door unlock kiya, andar se ek tik-tik-tik ki halki si awaaz sunai di…

[LOPAMUDRA]

Jaise hi maine hotel dekha, ek pal ke liye main bilkul sन्न हो गया.
Ye koi normal jagah nahi lag rahi thi. Hotel ke andar aur bahar dono jagah kuch aadmi aur ladke idhar-udhar ghoom rahe the — unke haath me beer cans thi, aur unki aankhon me wo nasha aur beparwahi saaf dikh rahi thi. Hansi aur gaaliyon ki awaaz milkar hawa me ek ajeeb si ashleel khushboo ghola rahi thi.

Building purani thi, deewar par paint utra hua, aur reception ke paas ek dim yellow bulb hi pura area roshan kar raha tha. Floor pe paani aur mitti ka mixture, aur kahin-kahin cigarette ke jale hue tukde bikharé pade the.

Tabhi meri nazar reception ke piche baithe ek aadmi par padi — moochh uski ghani aur tedhi thi, jaise har muskaan me bhi kuch chhupane ki aadat ho. Usne safed banyan pe ek purani sweater daali hui thi, aur aankhon se hume seedha ghoor raha tha.
Kuch bola nahi, bas dekhta raha… jaise hume pehchanne ki koshish kar raha ho, ya fir decide kar raha ho ke hum yahan fit bhi hain ya nahi.

Pooja mere bilkul paas aa gayi, uske haath thande ho gaye the.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Yahan rukna sahi rahega kya?”

Main ne bas halka sa sir hila kar kaha,
“Bas ek raat ki baat hai…”

Lekin andar se mujhe bhi lag raha tha — ye raat itni aasaan nahi hone wali.

Hum dono reception ke paas ruk gaye. Kapde poore bheeg chuke the, aur thand se Pooja ke haath kaanp rahe the.

Baarish ab zara halki zarur hui thi, par hawa me ab bhi nami aur wo thand thi jo seedhe haddi tak chali jaati hai. Kapdon se tapakta paani floor par chhote-chhote nishaan bana raha tha.

Pooja apne bheege hue baalon ko ek haath se sametne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Uske chehre par thakaan thi, par us thakaan ke andar ek ajeeb si shanti bhi thi — jaise wo sab kuch seh kar bhi composed thi. Uske chehre par baarish ki boonde chhoti si roshni me chamak rahi thi, jaise kisi ne moti bikher diye ho.

Tabhi wo moochh wala aadmi, hotel ka malik Shambhu, apni kursi se uth kar seedha hamare paas aaya. Uski aankhen kuch zyada der tak Pooja par tik gayin — aur us pal mujhe samajh aaya, ye jagah itni simple nahi hai.

Shambhu ne muskurate hue kaha,
“Sahab, aap dono to kaafi bheeg gaye ho lagta hai. Aaj raat yahi ruk jao. Khana-peena sab hai, subah auto ka jugad main khud karwa dunga.”

Uski muskaan me mithaas thi, lekin uske tone me ek aisa sukoon jisme kuch chhupane ki koshish thi.
Pooja ne meri taraf dekha, halki si aankhon ki bhasha me poocha — “Rukein?”
Main ne bas dheere se kaha,
“Haan, aur koi raasta bhi to nahi.”

Shambhu ne haath se upar ki taraf ishara kiya,
“Room number saat — sabse accha kamra hai mera.”

Seedhiyan purani thi, aur un par chalne se kirrrr-kirrrr ki awaaz aati thi. Pooja mere bilkul paas thi; uske bheege hue kapdon se baarish ki khushboo aa rahi thi, jo purani imarat ki damp smell ke sath mil kar ek ajeeb sa mahaul bana rahi thi.

Jaise hi hum kamre ke paas pahuche, Shambhu ruk gaya. Usne halki si muskuraahat di,
“Aaram se rahiye, sahab… aur darwaza dhyaan se band karna.”

Aur fir wo wapas chala gaya.
Kamre ke andar andhera tha, sirf khidki se bijli ki chamak aa rahi thi — aur har chamak ke sath Pooja ka chehra ek pal ke liye roshan ho jaata, jaise kahani apne aakhri mod par pahunchne wali ho…

[LOPAMUDRA]

Room ke andar andhera tha. Bahar ab bhi halki si baarish ho rahi thi, aur hawa khidki ki dararon se ghus kar ek thandi si sarr-sarr awaaz bana rahi thi. Bulb kab ka blink karke band ho gaya tha, bas bijli ki chamak hi kabhi-kabhi kamre ko ek pal ke liye roshan karti thi.

Shubham ne door andar se lock kiya aur torch on karne ki koshish ki. Kam light me diwaron ke geele nishaan dikh rahe the — jaise hotel ne bhi bohot kuch jhela ho. Pooja chup thi. Uske bheege hue baal kandhon se chipak gaye the, aur wo shawl apne aaspaas lapet kar bistar ke kone par baith gayi.

“Le ye le,” Shubham ne apne bag se ek patla sa towel nikal kar uski taraf badhaya.
Pooja ne muskurakar le liya, “Pehli trip aur aisi bhi...”

Dono ke beech thodi der khamoshi rahi. Bahar baarish ki tip-tip ke alawa koi awaaz nahi thi. Us khamoshi me ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha — jaise dono samajh rahe ho ki duniya chaahe kitni ajeeb ho jaaye, par jab tak ek-dusre saath hain, sab manageable lagta hai.

“Tu soch sakti thi? Shaadi ke baad pehla safar itna adventurous niklega?” Shubham ne halka sa hasa.
Pooja ne palak utha kar dekha, “Adventure to keh sakte ho... par kahani me thoda suspense zyada hai.”

Uski baat sun kar dono halki si hansi me kho gaye, par agle hi pal me wo tik-tik-tik ki awaaz dobara sunai di.
Shubham ne torch uthai, roshni kamre ke kone me padhi — ek purani almirah thi, aadhi khuli hui.

“Tu ne suna na?” Shubham ne poocha.
Pooja ne sir hila kar haan kaha, aur dheere se uska haath pakad liya. Uske haath thande the, par us pakad me ek ajeeb sa bharosa tha.

Shubham ne torch uthai, aur dono dheere-dheere almirah ki taraf badhne lage.
Har kadam ke sath floor creak kar raha tha, aur bijli ki chamak unke chehron par kuch pal ka ujala daal kar fir andhera chhod ja rahi thi.

Jab Shubham ne almirah ka handle pakda —
andar se ek thak ki awaaz aayi.
Pooja chokh gayi.

Shubham ne dheere se kaha,
“Jo bhi hai… ab dekhte hain.”

Aur usne almirah ka door khol diya—

Almirah ka door karrrr…rrr ki awaaz ke saath dheere-dheere khula. Torch ki roshni andar jaate hi Shubham aur Pooja dono ka chehra ek pal ke liye jam gaya.

Andar kuch bhi zyada nahi tha — bas kuch purane kapde, ek tooti photi hanger, aur niche ek chhoti si wooden box. Box par ek purani lakdi ka lock laga tha, jisme zung lag chuka tha.

Pooja ne dheere se kaha, “Yeh kya hoga?”
Shubham ne kandhe uchaaye, “Lagta hai yahan pehle kisi ka samaan reh gaya hoga…”

Par usi waqt — hotel ke bahar se ek cheeekh si awaaz aayi. Jaise koi chilla raha ho, par baarish ke shor me awaaz dab gayi.
Dono ne ek saath darwaze ki taraf dekha.

Shubham turant aage badha, aur door ke peephole se bahar jhankne laga. Corridor me koi nahi tha, bas light flicker kar rahi thi — on... off... on... off…

Pooja ne thoda ghabra kar kaha, “Shubham, mujhe acha nahi lag raha, hum yahan rukte hi kyu hain?”
Shubham ne uske kandhe par haath rakha, “Bas ek raat ki baat hai. Subah hote hi nikalte hain.”

Unhone box uthaya aur table par rakha. Shubham ne apni chhoti pocket knife nikali aur lock tod diya.
Lock ke tootne ki awaaz ke saath hi, hotel ke bahar ek aur bijli ki garaj hui — jaise aasman bhi react kar raha ho.

Box ke andar ek purani diary thi.
Cover pe likha tha — “Kamra No. 7”

Pooja ne diary uthai, “Yeh to wahi room number hai jisme hum hain…”

Uske haath thode kaanp gaye.
Pages pe purani likhai me kuch lines likhi thi:

“Jo bhi is kamre me aata hai, usse apna kuch na kuch chhodna padta hai.
Kuch yaadein… kuch log.”

Shubham diary padhta gaya aur uske chehre ka rang uddta gaya.
Last page par likha tha —

“Shambu sirf malik nahi, rakshak bhi hai.”

Tabhi darwaze par kisi ne teen baar khatkhataya — thak… thak… thak…

Pooja ne Shubham ka haath pakad liya.
Dono ne ek dusre ki aankhon me dekha —
aur samajh gaye, ab yeh raat sirf baarish aur andhere ki nahi hai… kuch aur bhi hai jo unke saath is kamre me hai.

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Darwaze par thak… thak… thak… ki awaaz gunji.
Room me sirf ek dim light thi, aur baarish ki garaj ne poore mahal ko kaamp jaisa diya.

Shubham ne peephole se dekha — bahar koi nahi tha.
Bas corridor ki tube light kabhi on, kabhi off ho rahi thi.
“Yahan koi nahi hai…” usne dheere se kaha,
par uski awaaz me khud ek halke darr ki khanak thi.

Pooja ab bhi uska haath pakde hue thi.
“Darwaza band kar de na please…” usne kaha, uski awaaz me halka sa kampan tha.

Shubham ne lock lagaya aur dono kuch der tak chup baithe rahe.
Bahar baarish aur tez ho gayi thi — bijli chamakne par ek pal ke liye unka chehra roshan hota, phir andhera sab kuch nigal leta.

Pooja ne diary uthai jo unhone box me se nikali thi.
Uske page thode bheeg gaye the.

Pooja ne diary uthai jo unhone box me se nikali thi, aur kahani dobara padhne lagi —
“Jo bhi is kamre me aata hai, kuch chhod kar jaata hai…”
Usne Shubham ki taraf dekha, “Yeh line… mujhe ajeeb lag rahi hai.”
Shubham ne kaha, “Bas koi purani story hai, tension mat le.”

“Shubham… agar ye sab sach hua to?”
“Pagal mat ban, ye sirf purani kahani hogi…” Shubham ne kaha,
lekin uske apne dil me bhi shak ghus gaya tha.

Tabhi — fir se knock hui.
Iss baar awaaz pehle se tez thi.
Pooja uchhal gayi, “Shubham!”
Shubham ne torch uthai aur door ke paas gaya.
Andar hi andar soch raha tha — agar phir koi na hua to?

Usne door khola.
Iss baar samne auto driver khada tha — bheega hua, kapdon se paani tapak raha tha, aankhon me thoda thakaan aur thoda sa ajeeb sukoon.

“Bhai cigarette milegi kya? Lighter bheeg gaya mera…” usne poocha.

Shubham ek pal ke liye confuse hua, par thoda relief bhi mila.
“Tu? Tu yahan?”
“Shambu ne bola tha main yahin ruk jaoon raat ke liye. Bahar tufaan hai…” usne muskurate hue kaha.

Shubham ne peeche dekha — Pooja bed ke paas khadi thi, aankhon me spashṭ darr tha.
“Tu andar mat aana,” Shubham ne auto wale se kaha, “main hall me chal ke deta hu.”

“Shubham, please mat jao… mujhe bura lag raha hai,” Pooja ne turant kaha.
Shubham uske paas aaya, uske galle tak shawl set kiya aur bola,
“Bas do minute me aata hu. Darwaza lock kar lena. Koi knock kare to mat kholna.”

Pooja ne dheere se sir hila diya.
Usne Shubham ka haath pakda —
ek pal ke liye dono ke beech khamoshi chha gayi, jaise wo samajh gaye ho ki is raat me kuch sahi nahi hai.
Phir Shubham ne halka sa muskuraya, “Bas do minute, okay?”
Aur wo auto driver ke saath hall ki taraf nikal gaya.



Hall me dhundhla sa smoke tha. Fan chhipak-chhipak kar awaaz kar raha tha, aur hawa me sasti beer ki boo ghuli thi.

Auto driver ne cigarette jalayi aur ek gehra kash liya.
“Aapko maloom hai bhai, ye hotel sab logon ke liye nahi bana hai…” usne dheere se kaha, aankhon me ek ajeeb sa spark tha.

Shubham ne poocha, “Kya matlab?”
Wo muskuraya, “Yahan raat me jo aata hai… sab subah nahi uthte.”

Shubham ne hansi me taal diya, “Chhod yaar, darane ki aadat hai kya teri?”
Auto driver ne koi jawab nahi diya.
Bas hall ke dusre kone ki taraf ishara kiya — jahan kuch aadmi khade the.

Unke haath me beer cans thi, aur wo hansi-mazaak karte hue reception ke paas khade the.
Unke saath kuch ladkiyan bhi thi — unn ladkiyon ke chehre pe ya to thakaan thi, ya udaasi.

Hotel ka maalik Shambu wahan tha, unse baat karta hua, paisa le raha tha.
Shubham ka gala sukh gaya.
Uske dimag me sirf ek baat goonj rahi thi —
“Yeh jagah… yeh log… hum yahan kya kar rahe hain?”

Lekin uske paas koi option nahi tha.
Bahar tufaan ab bhi thama nahi tha, aur station ka rasta band tha.

Auto driver ne cigarette ka last kash liya aur bola,
“Bhai, bas sambhal ke rehna.
Yeh hotel me sab log mehmaan nahi hote…”

Ye kehkar wo muskurate hue chala gaya.
Shubham ne peeche mud kar dekha — corridor ke end me uski parchai kuch pal ke liye ruki,
phir andhere me ghul gayi.

Usne ek gehri saans li aur kamre ki taraf laut gaya.
Dil me ab ek ajeeb si bechaini aur darr dono the.

Aur jab wo room ke paas pahucha —
darwaza aadha khula tha.

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Shubham ke pair tham gaye.
Room ke andar se halki si thandi hawa aa rahi thi, jaise koi abhi-abhi guzra ho.
Bahar corridor ki tube light ek pal ke liye jali, phir phadphadayi aur band ho gayi.
Sab kuch sannaate me doob gaya.

“Pooja…” Shubham ne dheere se pukara.
Koi jawaab nahi.
Bas khidki ke paas latka curtain hawa me hilla — aur uske niche paani ke kuch chhapak-chhapak nishaan.

Shubham ne dhadkan ko sambhalte hue darwaza dhakka de kar khola.
Room me andhera tha, sirf ek lamp table pe jal raha tha, jiska light ka ek cone floor pe gir raha tha.
Bed khali tha.
Shawl, diary, aur Pooja ka dupatta — teenon wahi pade the, lekin wo khud gayab thi.

Usne poori room me nazar daali.
Washroom ka door thoda sa khula tha, usne awaz lagai —
“Pooja… tu andar hai kya?”
Andar se paani tap-tap-tap karne ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Usne door thoda aur khola…
andar koi nahi tha.
Bas mirror ke kone pe likha tha — “Don’t trust anyone.”
Paani niche girte hue us likhayi ko dheere-dheere mita raha tha.

Shubham ka gala sookh gaya.
Usne diary uthai jo Pooja padh rahi thi.
Page pe likha tha —
“Jo is kamre me rukta hai, uska koi na koi hamesha peecha karta hai…”

Tabhi — peeche se corridor me kisi ke chalne ki chhh... chhh... awaaz aayi.
Shubham palat kar dekhta hai —
ek parchai.
Door ke paas.
Wahi auto driver.

Lekin is baar, uske chehre par koi muskaan nahi thi.
Uski aankhen seedha Shubham par tiki thi — thandi, bina blink kiye.

Shubham ne ek kadam peeche liya.
“A-ab tu… tu yahan kya kar raha hai?”

Auto driver dheere se bola,
“Bhai, maine kaha tha na… yeh jagah mehmaanon ke liye nahi hai.”

Phir usne apni jeb se ek chhoti si silver chain nikali —
aur bola,
“Ye… ye us ladki ki thi na, jo tere saath aayi thi?”

Shubham ke haath se diary gir gayi.
Dil tez dhadakne laga.
Uske saamne bas ek sawal tha —
Pooja kahan gayi?

[LOPAMUDRA]

(KUCH DER PEHLE JAB AUTOWALA AUR SHUBHAM HALL ME THE TAB)---


Shubham hall ke corner me khada tha.
Auto driver cigarette ka kash le raha tha, aur uske chehre par wo hi thakaan thi — jaise saari duniya se udaas ho.
Hotel ke andar ab bhi halki si bijli ki chamak aur baarish ki smell thi.

Tabhi Shambu — hotel ka maalik — dheere-dheere paas aaya.
Uska pet thoda nikla hua, moochh gili thi aur shirt ke button khule hue the.
Usne ek half-smile di, “Arre arre, naya mehmaan… itni der raat tak jaag raha hai?
Chalo, aaj thoda Old Monk se body garam kar lete hain.”

Shubham ne turant mana kar diya,
“Nahi bhaiya, nahi… meri wife room me hai, mujhe jaana chahiye.”

Shambu haans pada, “Arey koi baat nahi, do minute ki to baat hai.
Baarish me bheeg gaye ho, sardi lag jayegi.
Ek peg se kuch nahi hota.”

Auto driver bhi muskuraya, “Bhai, ek sip le lo. Raat katani hai yahan — thoda relax ho jaoge.”

Shubham thoda hesitant hua.
Uske dimag me Pooja ka darr tha, par shayad uske dil me ye bhi tha ki agar in dono ko mana kare, to shayad wo log bura maan jaayein.
Aur waise bhi — baarish, thakaan aur ajeeb sa stress… sab milkar usse kamzor kar rahe the.

Usne ek lambe saans ke saath kaha,
“Bas ek peg, uske baad main chala jaunga.”

Shambu ne turant table pe ek purani bottle rakhi — Old Monk.
“Yahi hoti hai asli dosti ki shuruaat,” usne kaha, aur peg banaya.

Auto driver ne Shubham ke glass me thoda dal kar kaha,
“Cheers bhai.”

Shubham ne glass uthaya — aur jaise hi first sip li, uske andar ka darr kuch sekand ke liye halki si sukoon me badal gaya.
Par usse pata nahi tha…
yeh ek sip, us raat ka sabse galat faisla hone wala tha.


Shubham ne glass uthaya.
Old Monk ka teekha smell uske dimag tak chadh gaya.
Bahar baarish ab thami thi, par hawa me ab bhi nami aur ek ajeeb si basi sugandh thi — jaise purani diwaron ne saalon se raaz sambhal rakhe ho.

Shambu, hotel ka maalik, apni kursi pe piche tik kar bola,
“Zindagi me na, beta… do cheezein kabhi mana nahi karni chahiye — ek sharab aur ek mauka.”
Usne hasi jaisi koi awaaz nikali, par uske andar kuch khokhla tha.

Auto driver ne glass uthaya aur ek hi baar me khatam kar diya.
Shubham ne bhi follow kiya.
Old Monk gale me aag ki tarah utar gaya.

Kuch der me sab kuch dhundhla sa lagne laga.
Shubham ki aankhen bojhal ho gayi thi, par dimag me ajeeb sa buzz chal raha tha.
Vo samajh nahi pa raha tha — nasha zyada hai, ya ye jagah hi kuch ajeeb hai.

Usne dekha, Shambu ne auto wale ki taraf dekha aur aankhon se kuch ishara kiya.
Auto driver bina kuch bole uth gaya aur hall se bahar chala gaya.
Shubham ne usse rokne ki koshish ki — “Arre, kahan ja raha hai tu?”
Par usne peechhe mud kar sirf ek half-smile di, jaise keh raha ho “ab tu sambhal le.”

Kuch seconds baad, ek aur darwaza khula.
Aur wahan se ek ladki andar aayi.
Halke laal rang ki saari me, lambi zulfon se paani tapak raha tha.
Uske kadam dheere, lekin nishchit the — jaise wo yeh jagah pehle se jaanti ho.

Shubham ne hosh me aane ki koshish ki, par sab kuch dheere-dheere hilta dikh raha tha.
Wo ladki seedha Shambu ke paas gayi, aur bina kuch kahe uske paas baith gayi.
Shambu ne ek lamha uski taraf dekha, phir Shubham ki taraf muskuraya —
“Har mehmaan ke liye kuch khaas hota hai yahan…”

Us waqt Shubham ke andar ek thandi si jhankaar uthi —
yeh sab kya ho raha hai?
Usne glass table pe rakha, par haath thoda kaamp gaya.
Peeche clock ne 12:00 AM bajaye.
Aur uske baad — hotel ke andar ek ajeeb sa whispering sound gunj utha.

Shubham ne peeche dekha — corridor me koi tha.
Ek parchai… bilkul static.
Aur uske baad sab kuch dheere-dheere andhere me doob gaya.

[LOPAMUDRA]

Old Monk ka teekha taste ab bhi Shubham ke gale me ghoom raha tha.
Shambu aur auto driver dono ek dusre ko aankh maar kar hanse, jaise unhe kuch andar hi andar pata ho.
Hall me ab dhuaan aur humidity ka mix sa environment tha — fan chhip-chhip ki awaaz kar raha tha, aur baarish ki tap-tap door se sunai de rahi thi.

Shubham ne glass table pe rakha aur kaha,
“Bas bhai, ab mai chalta hu. Meri wife akeli hai room me.”

Shambu ne kaha, “Arey raat abhi jawan hai, ek aur le lo.”
Shubham ne zidd se mana kar diya, “Nahi. Bahut der ho gayi.”

Auto driver ne haath utha kar kaha, “Jaane do bhai, naya aadmi hai, thoda time lagega adjust hone me.”
Shambu ne muskurate hue sir hila diya, par uski aankhon me kuch aur tha — ek ajeeb si thandi chamak.

Shubham ne halki si awkward smile di aur hall se nikal gaya.
Corridor me pahucha to hawa ka ek jhonka aaya —
tube light blink kar rahi thi, aur ceiling se paani tapak kar floor pe gir raha tha.

Usne apni pocket se mobile nikala — no signal.
“Yaar…” usne apne aap se kaha, “Bas subah ho jaaye…”

Wo dheere-dheere room tak pahucha.
Jahan se guzra, har kamre ke peeche se halki si aahein bhari behad kamukta se bhari cheekh ki awaaz aayi —
jaise koi andar se kama-agni me duba koi kuch kar raha ho.
Shubham ne kadam tez kar diye.

Jab apne room ke paas pahucha —
to uska dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya.

Darwaza aadha khula tha.

Usne dheere se dhakka diya.
Room me andhera tha.
Sirf table lamp jal raha tha — wahi jahan Pooja diary padh rahi thi.
Dupatta bed pe pada tha.
Curtain hawa me hilla raha tha.

“Pooja…?” Shubham ne awaaz lagai.
Koi jawab nahi.
Bas hawa ka ek sannaata.

Usne washroom ka door dekha — thoda sa khula tha.
Tap se paani tap-tap kar raha tha.
Usne dheere se door dhakka diya…
andar koi nahi.

Mirror ke kone me kuch likha tha —
“She’s not alone.”

Shubham ke haath se mobile gir gaya.
Uska gala sookh gaya.
Aur peeche corridor me ek parchai hilti dikhayi di —
bilkul waisi jaise auto driver ke kadam…

[LOPAMUDRA]

FLASHBACK:-

Clock ne 12:00 AM bajaye.
Bahar baarish ab halki pad rahi thi.
Shubham, Shambu aur auto driver hall ke kone me baithe the — table pe Old Monk ki bottle, paani ke glass aur ek purani steel ki tray.

Shubham ne bas ek peg liya tha, par lag raha tha jaise waqt dheere-dheere gum ho raha hai.
Shambu baat kar raha tha, uske hont hil rahe the, par Shubham ko uski awaaz samajh nahi aa rahi thi — sab kuch dohra, halki gungunahat me badal gaya tha.

Room ki light kabhi dim, kabhi bright.
Fan ka awaaz, baarish ka rhythm, aur Shambu ki awaaz mil kar ek trance jaisa bana rahe the.

“Relax kar lo, beta…” Shambu bol raha tha.
“Baarish ki raat me kabhi bhi waqt ka hisaab nahi rakhna chahiye.”

Shubham ne aankh band ki, aur laga jaise sab kuch dheere-dheere hil raha hai.
Ek pal ko laga — bas ek minute hua hoga.

Par jab usne aankh kholi —
clock 2:07 AM dikha raha tha.

Uska sar bhaari tha, aur uske saamne Shambu aur auto driver chup-chaap baithे the.
Shambu ne aankhon se ek ladki ko bulaya — wahi laal saari wali, jise Shubham ne kuch der pehle dekha tha.
Wo dheere se aayi, aur Shubham ke paas ruk gayi.

Shambu ne uske taraf dekha, phir halki muskaan ke saath kaha,
“Isse room tak chhod aana. Bechara thoda nasha zyada ho gaya hai.”

Ladki ne bina kuch kahe Shubham ka haath pakda.
Uska touch thanda tha — jaise barf me dooba ho.
Shubham ne resist karne ki koshish ki, par uske pair bhaari the.
Wo uske sath corridor me nikal gaya.

Hall se bahar jaate hue usne peeche dekha —
Shambu ne auto driver ki taraf dekha aur aankh se kuch ishara kiya.
Auto driver ne sir hila kar table se uthte hue kaha,
“Samajh gaya…”

Uske kadam us corridor ki taraf badhe jahan Room 7 — Pooja ka kamra — tha.

[LOPAMUDRA]

Wo ladki hardly 18–19 ki thi — saaf, narmi se bhari twacha, ankhein jaise andhere me bhi chamak rahi ho. Uska chehra bilkul masoom tha, lekin aankhon me kuch aisa tha jo ek pal me dil me utar jaaye. Uske geele baal kandhon pe chipke hue the, aur uske chehre par kuch aisa tha jise dekhkar Shubham ek pal ke liye sab kuch bhool gaya.
Shambhu ne bas ek halkasa ishara kiya, aur wo ladki chupchaap Shubham ke paas aayi.
“Chaliye…” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz me na jaane kaisa jaadu tha.
Shubham bas dekhta reh gaya — jaise hosh aur behoshi ke beech atak gaya ho.

Geeli zulfen kandhon se chipki hui thi, aur halki si muskuraahat me ek ajeeb sa raaz chhupa tha.
Jab wo Shubham ke paas aayi, to ek halki si mehak hawa me ghul gayi — jaise baarish ke baad mitti ki khushboo me kuch aur mil gaya ho.

Aur usne dheere se Shubham ka haath pakad liya.
Uske haath thande the, par unme ek ajeeb garamahat thi — jaise kisi ne andhere me diya jala diya ho.

Shubham ne resist karne ki koshish ki, par wo aankhon me kuch aisa tha jisse nazar hatana mushkil tha.
Dono hall se guzarte hue ek khaali kamre me pahunch gaye.
Bahar baarish ab bhi gir rahi thi, aur kamre ke bulb ki peeli roshni me uska chehra aur bhi narm lag raha tha.

Wo thodi der uske saamne khadi rahi, kuch nahi boli.
Bas apni zulfon se paani jhata kar, usne Shubham ki taraf dekha — ek aisi nazar, jisme mohabbat bhi thi aur ek ajeeb sa darr bhi.
Shubham ek kadam uske kareeb gaya… phir ek aur.
“Tum… yahan kaam karti ho?” usne poocha, halki si madahoshi me.
Ladki ne bas muskurate hue kaha, “Bas kabhi kabhi. Jab raat lambi hoti hai.”

Us pal ke baad dono ke beech ek gehri khamoshi chha gayi — bas baarish aur saansen sunai de rahi thi.
Shubham ke dil me ab na pooja ka khayal tha, na hotel ka darr — sirf us anjaan ladki ki aankhein.
Aur phir sab kuch dhundla hone laga — jaise samay ruk gaya ho, aur duniya sirf un dono tak simat gayi ho.

Jaise hi wo uske paas aayi, Shubham ki saansen tez ho gayin. Usne kuch kehna chaaha, par alfaaz galey me atak gaye.
Usne apni aankhon me dekha — aur ek pal ke liye sab kuch thama sa lagne laga.

Phir… sab kuch dheere-dheere dhundla hone laga.




PRESENT:-

Shubham ne room me kadam rakha.
Sab kuch chup, bas hawa ki halki si sarsarahat.
Bed pe Pooja ka dupatta pada tha — bheega hua, aur us par ek chhoti si silver chain.
Usne chain uthai, dekha —
yeh wahi thi jo usne Shambu ke hall me us ladki ke gale me dekhi thi.

Shubham ke hosh ud gaye.
“Ye… ye kaise?” uske hont se nikal gaya.

Usne diary uthai, page khula tha —
“Har mehmaan ke liye ek mehmaan rakha gaya hai…”
Uska dil zor se dhadakne laga.

Tabhi corridor me kuch halki si payal ki awaaz hui —
chhann… chhann…

Shubham turant bahar nikla.
Corridor ke end me ek ladki khadi thi, wahi laal saari wali.
Uske lambe baal ab khule hue the, aur uska chehra tube light ke flicker me aadha dikh raha tha.
Wo dheere se muskurai.

“Tum… yahan?” Shubham ne kaha, uski awaaz me ghabrahat aur curiosity dono thi.

Ladki ne sirf itna kaha —
“Pooja ko dhundh rahe ho na?”

Shubham thoda peeche hata, “Tum… tumhe kaise pata?”
Usne bas halki si muskaan di,
“Yahan aane wale sab kisi na kisi ko dhoondte hain…”

Usne ek kadam Shubham ki taraf badhaya.
Uski saari se halki si purani perfume ki khushboo aayi — jaise kahin door se guzri hui yaadon ka saaya.

Shubham kuch bol pata, usse pehle usne uske haath me ek folded paper diya, aur dheere se kaha,
“Ye Shambu se chhupake rakho.
Aur… jo bhi ho, bas neeche mat jana.”

Shubham ne paper khola, par usse pehle usne dekha —
wo ladki corridor ke end me ja kar mur gayi.
Ek pal ke liye uska dupatta hawa me uda…
aur phir wo gayab.

Shubham ne haath me wahi paper dekha —
uspar sirf teen lafz likhe the:
“Basement. Door 17.”

Uske gale me sans atak gayi.
Bahar baarish phir se tez ho gayi thi.
Aur uske peeche, corridor ke kisi door ke andar se Pooja ki halki si cheekh sunai di —
itni dheemi, jaise kisi ne muh daba diya ho.

[Marishka]

Mast story..

Nice.. Keep it up dear

[blackdesk]

Excellent storytelling

[Ihunter007]

Great ???

[Max Steell]

Great

[sushilt20]

Shandaar update and nice story

[Shaka]

Fabulous update

[amjad309]

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