Adultery BACK TO COLLEGE- HINGLISH

[Ved122]

UPDATE 1 
Car ka AC full tha, phir bhi meri haath-paon thande pad rahe the. Rohan gaadi chala raha tha, Gurgaon ki sadak pe traffic ek dum se khatam ho gaya tha jaise Delhi border cross karte hi saari duniya so gayi ho.
Aryan ko hostel chhod aaye the. Mera beta… mera ladka… ab uska naya chapter shuru.
Rohan ne side se meri taraf dekha. “Anu, tu theek hai na?”
Main bas haan mein sar hila di. Sach bolun toh dil mein ek khali-pan sa tha. Jaise ghar mein ab koi bhaag-daud nahi rahegi subah, koi “Mumma lunch mein kya hai?” nahi puchega, koi college ki PTM nahi.
“Sun na,” Rohan ne dheere se bola, “UK wala offer confirm ho gaya hai. Do saal ka contract hai.”
Main chaunk gayi. “Itni jaldi?”
“Haan. Next month join karna hai.” Usne mera haath pakda. “ tu aayegi na mere saath?”
Main chup rahi. UK? Ek dum naya desh, naya ghar, nayi zimmedariyan… aur waha pe main karungi kya? Ghar baith ke Netflix?
“Nahi Rohan,” maine dheere se kaha, “mujhe nahi jaana.”
Usne brake maara, side mein gaadi rok di. “Matlab?”
“Matlab… yaha pe kuch karna chahti hoon. Kuch apne liye.” Meri awaaz mein ek ajeeb si khanak thi. “Mujhe aage padhai krni h masters krna h karna hai.”
Rohan ki aankhein badi ho gayi. “Abhi? 35 saal ki umar mein?”
“Abhi kyun nahi?” Main hans padi. 
Usne lambi saans li, phir muskuraya. “Theek hai, Mrs. Malhotra. Tumhari marzi. But i will miss you baby”
Ek smile ke sath, “mai bhi..”
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Ek hafte mein sab fix ho gaya. Forms bhare, entrance diya, interview diya… aur selection ho gaya.
Ramjas College, North Campus. M.A. English Literature.
Admission ka din.
Main college ke main gate ke saamne khadi thi. Yellow-white kurti, black leggings, dupatta nahi liya tha aaj jaan-boojh ke. Baal khule the, thodi si lipstick laga li thi subah mirror ke saamne khud ko dekhte hue.
Log aa-ja rahe the. 19-20 saal ke ladke-ladkiyan, jeans-top mein, crop tops mein, kuch toh shorts mein. Main unko dekhti rahi aur apne aap ko ek dum alag sa lag raha tha.
Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
“Ye main kya kar rahi hoon?
35 saal ki umar mein… ek bacche ki maa… college?
Log kya bolenge??
Aur agar… agar main fail ho gayi toh?
Ya phir… agar main badal gayi toh?
Agar ye do saal mujhe bilkul alag insaan bana dein… toh?”
Hawa ke saath ek ajeeb si khushboo aayi – coffee aur freedom ki.
Maine ek lambi saans li, bag theek kiya, aur gate ke andar kadam rakha.
Pata nahi kya hone wala hai…
lekin pehli baar 15 saal mein dil mein ek chingaari si jali thi.
Darr lag raha tha.
Aur mazaa bhi aa raha tha.

[sarit11]

My dear writer

Pls don't mention under age

Thank you

[Ved122]

update 2
Classroom mein AC ka thanda jhonka laga toh meri gardan pe. First lecture tha, M.A. English.
Main last bench ke corner mein baithi thi, notebook khola, pen haath mein… lekin dimaag blank.
Professor Shukla enter hue. “Good morning, everyone. Let’s start with a quick introduction round. Name, hometown, and one interesting fact about yourself.”
Pehla ladka utha – “Hi, I’m Arjun, from Noida, I can rap in Sanskrit.”
Sab hansne lage. Phir tezi se round chalne laga.
Meri baari aayi. Dil zor se dhadka.
Main khadi hui. Black kurti, sleeves folded, hair side mein ek loose braid.
“Hi… I’m Anushka. Delhi se. And… I love reading.”
Bas. Itna hi bola. Na age batayi, na married bataya, na beta bataya.
Sabne taali bajayi. Ek ladki ne peeche se whisper kiya, “Yaar ye kitni hot hai!”
Mujhe laga shayad kisi aur ko bol rahi ho. Phir samne wali ladki ne palat ke smile di. Main sharma ke baith gayi.
Class ke baad canteen mein log ghera bana ke baith gaye.
Koi bola, “Anushka tu first year hai na? BA kaha se kiya?”
Maine muskura ke bola, “Haan… thodi si gap ke baad wapas aayi hoon.”
Sabne maan liya. Kisi ko shak hi nahi hua ki main 35 ki hoon. Mirror mein khud ko dekhti hoon toh kabhi-kabhi khud ko 25-26 lagti hoon, lekin aaj ye baat real feel ho rahi thi.
Phir koi bola, “Yaar Anina kaha hai? Aaj first day hi bunk maar di usne.”
Ek ladka hans ke bola, “Arre wo toh Mumbai se aate-aate flight late kar gayi hogi.”
Anina. Naam sunte hi sab excited ho gaye.
Meri curiosity jag gayi.
Shaam ke 4 baj gaye the. Admission formalities khatam, ab hostel allotment letter haath mein tha.
Maine ghar se sirf ek chota bag laya tha – do kurtis, ek jeans (jo 12 saal se almari mein pada tha), aur thodi si books. Socha tha pehle room dekh lungi, phir weekend pe Rohan se saara samaan mangwa lungi.
Girls hostel, Room No. 312, third floor.
Lift nahi thi, seedhiyan chadhi. Dil tezi se dhadak raha tha jaise first day college mein chadha karta tha.
Darwaza half open tha.
Andar se ek ajeeb si perfume ki khushboo aa rahi thi – strong, expensive, thodi si wild.
Maine dheere se knock kiya. “Hello…?”
Andar ek ladki thi.
Baal waist tak, silky straight, jet black. White crop top, low waist jeans, navel piercing chamak raha tha.
Wo apna suitcase khol ke kapde nikaal rahi thi. Music baj raha tha phone pe – koi English song, bass heavy.
Usne palta, mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha, phir ek killer smile di.
“Hi roommate!” uski awaaz mein ek alag hi attitude tha. “Tu Anushka hai na? Main Anina. Sorry aaj class miss kar di, flight late thi Mumbai se.”
Main bass khadi reh gayi.
Usne apna haath aage badhaya. Nails painted black, fingers mein silver rings.
Maine haath milaya. Uska haath garam tha, grip tight.
“Welcome to hell… ya heaven, depends on you,” usne aankh maari.
Main bas muskurayi. Kuch bol nahi payi.
Room chota tha, do single beds, do almirah, ek bada sa window.
Uski side pe already posters lage the – Lana Del Rey, some LGBT flag, aur ek bada sa mirror jisme red lipstick se likha tha:
“Be a slut, do whatever you want.”
Mera dil ek baar phir zor se dhadka.
Ye do saal…
ye ladki…
ye room…
Kuch bada hone wala tha.
Mujhe pata tha.
Aur mujhe darr bhi lag raha tha…
aur thoda sa intezaar bhi ho raha tha.
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Porter wala mera bada suitcase chhod ke chala gaya tha. Rohan ka phone aaya tha sirf 2 minute ka – “Anu, samaan pahunch gaya? Meri flight hai raat ki, boarding shuru ho rahi hai. Love you, take care.” Bas. Click.
Main bed pe baithi suitcase khol rahi thi. Anina opposite bed pe leti hui phone scroll kar rahi thi, paon hawa mein latka ke.
“Boyfriend?” maine poocha.
“Nahi re” usne hasa. “Tu bata?”
Maine saans li. Ab bataana padega.
“Anina… actually main married hoon. Mera beta bhi hai – Aryan, abhi hostel mein chhod ke aayi hoon usko.”
Phone uske haath se girte-girte bacha. Wo ek dum seedhi baith gayi.
“Shut up! Tu… mummy hai?”
Usne mujhe top to bottom ghura. “Yaar tu toh bilkul 25 ki lagti hai! Shaadi kab ki?”
“17 saal ho gaye,” main sharma ke boli.
“Fuck me!” usne muh pe haath rakh liya. Phir ek dum se hans padi. “Sorry sorry… matlab… Di!! Tu meri Di hai ab!”
Main bhi hans di. “Arre nahi nahi, itna bada difference nahi hai…”
“12 saal ka hai! Tu meri badi behen hai ab se, pakka.” Usne bed se kood ke mujhe jhappi pa di. Uski body garam thi, perfume ne mera sar chadha diya thodi der ke liye.
Phir wo peeche hati, mujhe baalon se pakad ke dheere se face upar kiya. “Lekin Di… itna tight figure kaise? Gym?”
Mai sharamakr “Bas… subah walk karti thi pehle. Ab toh ghar pe hi yoga karti hoon.”
“Toh ab yaha pe hum dono saath mein gym jayenge.” Usne aankh maari.
Hum dono bed pe baith gaye, lights dim kar di. Baatein shuru ho gayi.
Usne bataya – Daddy Parsi, Mummy '., Mumbai ke posh area mein bada bungalow, car collection, har weekend Goa ya Lonavala. 12th ke baad BA kiya Mumbai se, phir Delhi aa gayi “kyunki yaha freedom hai, ghar pe bohot rules the”.
“Boyfriend?” maine poocha.
“Boyfriend, girlfriend, situationship… sab chalte hain,” usne casually bola. “Sex acha lage toh gender kya matter karta hai Di?”
Mera muh khula reh gaya. Main kuch bol nahi payi.
“Tu kitne open-minded hai yaar,” maine dheere se bola.
“Tu bhi ban jayegi,” usne meri thigh pe haath rakh diya. “Do saal hain humare paas. Tujhe sab sikha dungi.”
Usne phone uthaya, ek selfie li hum dono ki – main sharma rahi thi, wo mere gaal pe kiss kar rahi thi screen mein.
“Caption kya likhun?” usne poocha.
“Bas… Roomie No. 1,” maine bola.
Usne type kiya: “Found my hot Di who’s actually a MILF #HostelLife”
Maine uska phone cheen liya. “Arre delete kar!”
“Arre chill Di, private story hai, sirf 20 log dekhenge,” usne hans ke phone wapas cheen liya.
Phir lights off kar di.
Dono apne-apne bed pe let gaye. Andhera tha, sirf window se street light aa rahi thi.
“Di…” uski awaaz aayi andhere mein.
“Hmm?”
“Sote time bra pehenti hai kya?”
Main sharma gayi. “Haan… aadat hai.”
“Utaar na, boobies ko saans lene de,” usne hasa.
Main chup rahi. Phir socha – ghar pe toh Rohan ke saath bhi bra mein hi soti thi hamesha.
Aaj… pehli baar… hook khola aur bra side table pe rakh di.
“Good girl,” uski awaaz aayi. “Ab so ja.”
Main aankhein band ki.
Dil mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi.
Jaise kuch bada hone wala ho.
Jaise main Anushka Malhotra… ab sirf Rohan ki biwi ya Aryan ki mummy nahi rahi.
Jaise ek nayi Anushka jaag rahi thi.
Aur uski saansien… meri saansien… ek hi room mein goonj rahi thi.
Good night, hostel.
Good night, Anina.
Good night… meri purani zindagi.
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Subah 7:30 baje alarm baja.
Main bed pe uthi toh Anina already ready thi – black ripped jeans, white cropped hoodie, navel piercing dikhai de raha tha, baal ponytail mein.
“Uth ja Di! Aaj first proper class hai, chal naha le jaldi.”
Maine jaldi se nahaya, almari kholi. Saari kurtis hi thi. Anina ne muh banaya.
“Ye sab mummy wali kurtis band kar. Aaj mera mood hai tujhe badalne ka.”
Usne apni almirah kholi aur ek light-blue high-waist jeans aur white off-shoulder top nikal ke mere haath mein thama diya.
“Ye pehen.”
Main dar gayi. “Anina… log kya kahenge?”
“Log kahenge – arre ye kaun si new hottie aayi hai college mein,” usne aankh maari.
10 minute tak ladai hui, phir main haar gayi.
Jeans pehni – fit thi perfect, jaise mere liye hi bani ho. Top thoda tight, shoulders aur collarbone dikh rahe the.
Mirror mein dekha toh khud ko pehchan nahi paayi. Sach mein 25 ki lag rahi thi.
Anina ne mera haath pakda, kajal lagaya, pink lipstick, aur bola, “Ab chal, aag laga denge aaj.”
Canteen mein uske 6-7 dost already baithe the – sab online group se connect the admission ke time.
Intro karwaya gaya:
Riya (Delhi, gossip queen)
Sameer (Punjabi, gym freak)
Kabir (Mumbai, Anina ka college friend)
Tanya & Neha (couple, hand-in-hand baithe the)
Aur Vikram – tall, fair, slight beard, DU basketball team ka. Grey t-shirt mein uska biceps dikh raha tha.
Sabne “Hi Anushka” bola, lekin Vikram ki nazar mujhpe hi atak gayi.
“Hi… Anushka right?” usne smile di. Awaz thodi husky thi.
Class mein bhi hum sab saath baithe. Lecture chal raha tha, lekin neeche bakchodi full on.
Anina ne group mein photo daal di – main aur wo saath mein selfie. Caption: “Meri hot Di with me”
Vikram mere bagal mein baitha tha.
“Anushka, notes chahiye honge toh bol dena,” usne dheere se bola.
Main sharma ke “Thanks” boli.
Break mein canteen gaya toh Vikram hi coffee le aaya mere liye.
“Black ya sugar?”
“Black,” maine bola.
Usne smile di, “Strong choice. Tum bhi waisi hi lagti ho.”
Anina door se dekh ke muskura rahi thi aur mujhe aankh maar rahi thi.
Shaam ko 6 baje sab hostel wapas aaye.
Anina ne bola, “Kal freshers hai, Cyber Hub ke ek club mein – Kingdom of Dreams ke paas. Full-on party. Tu jaayegi na Di?”
Main haan mein sar hila di. Pehli baar club jaungi life mein.