23-08-2026, 11:27 AM
Adultery Who Watches The Watchmen (HINDI)
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23-08-2026, 02:48 PM
Menaka almost zor se kadam rakhte hue bedroom gayi aur kapde pehnne lagi. Pehle normal bra aur panty daali. Phir dekhna interesting tha ki woh thodi der confuse si rahi ki kya pehne. Pehle usne ek saree aur petticoat uthaya.
Kaafi der haath mein liye rakha, jaise soch rahi ho. Phir unhe wapas rakh diya aur salwar-kameez ki taraf haath badhaya. Wahi thodi der sochti rahi. Aakhir mein usne woh pehna jo mainne usko bohot kam pehnte dekha tha.
Woh uske paas maujood do-teen full-length household gown mein se ek thi. Bombay ki garmi mein kai auratein inhe pasand karti hain — poora body cover kar deti hain, izzat bani rehti hai, aur itni loose aur patli hoti hain ki paseena bhi nahi aata. Menaka hamesha kehti thi ki usko yeh bilkul pasand nahi, kyunki bohot purane tarike ki aur “aunty” jaisi lagti hain. Par aaj woh ek blue gown pehen ke bahar aayi.
Mera andaza tha uske soch ka. Woh ab bhi andar se resentful thi, aur shayad sharminda bhi, itni der nangi rehne ke baad. Koi bhi bell baja sakta tha — salesman, delivery boy. Gown usko respectful rakhti thi.
Saath hi, agar baad mein Dara ke saath phir se kuch hone lage toh utaarna bhi aasan tha. Bilkul practical.
Woh living room mein aayi toh Dara ab bhi sofa pe faila hua tha, paseene se lath-path. Vimla kitchen se nikal ke aa rahi thi.
Menaka ne seedha unki taraf dekha aur sakht awaaz mein kaha, “Ab dono nikal jao.”
Dara ne bhaari se uthte hue uski taraf dekha. Uski aankhein phir se uske body pe ghumne lagi — gown ke neeche bhi uski bhari hui shape saaf samajh aa rahi thi. Usne ek haath aage badhaya.
“Arre memsaab… abhi toh maza shuru hua tha. Thodi der aur…”
“Nahi.” Menaka ne saaf rok diya. “Bahut ho gaya. Ab ghar se nikal jao. Dono.”
Dara ne ek kadam uski taraf badhaya, awaaz mein phir se woh bhookh aa gayi thi. “Itni jaldi kya hai? Ayan toh abhi ghanton baad aayega. Main tujhe is gown ke saath hi…”
“Dara.” Menaka ne apni awaaz aur sakht kar li. “Main serious hoon. Abhi nikal jao. Varna main khud building ke dusre watchman ko bulaungi.”
Vimla chupchaap apne kapde sametne lagi. Uske chehre pe ab bhi thakan aur thodi si bezzati ke nishaan the.
Dara ne kuch second tak Menaka ko ghura — jaise ek aakhri baar try kar raha ho. Par uske chehre pe jo pakka faisla tha, usse dekh ke usne shoulders uthaye. Usne apni pants uthayi, pehni, aur bina kuch bole darwaze ki taraf badha.
Jaate-jaate usne ek baar phir mudke Menaka ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein ab bhi bhookh baaki thi, par usne kuch nahi kaha.
Darwaza band hua.
Menaka ne peeche se lock lagaaya. Phir apni peeth darwaze se laga ke thodi der khadi rahi, aankhein band kiye. Saans ab bhi thodi tez thi.
Neeche shack mein Dara gaya. Usne kapde fenke, purane mattress pe let gaya, aur aankhein band kar li.
Shareer toh thak chuka tha, par dimaag mein ab bhi Menaka ki woh bhari gaand, uski chut ki tightness, aur uski cheekhein ghoom rahi thi.
Woh so gaya… lekin uski bhookh ab bhi baaki thi.
Menaka ne darwaza lock karne ke baad ek gehri saans li. Pair ab bhi halka-halka kaanp rahe the. Woh dheere-dheere bedroom ki taraf chal di. Har kadam pe uski gaand aur chut mein abhi bhi Dara ke rehne ka ehsaas ho raha tha — halka dard, geelaapan, aur ek ajeeb si khali jagah.
Bedroom mein jaake usne gown nahi utaari. Bas bed pe let gayi, face upar, aankhein ceiling pe tiki hui. Parda thoda khula tha, dopahar ki roshni kamre mein faili hui thi. Bahar se normal building ki awaazein aa rahi thi — kisi ki cough, door ka khulna-band hona, door se kisi bache ki chillahut. Sab kuch itna normal… jaise abhi abhi kuch hua hi na ho.
Par uske andar toh toofan tha.
Maine aaj kya kiya…
Uske dimaag mein scene ek ke baad ek flash ho rahe the. Dara ka lund uske munh mein. Vimla ki jeebh uski chut pe. Khud Vimla ke upar let ke Dara ko andar leta hua. Apni hi awaaz — “Aur tez… aur tez…” — jo ab uske kaanon mein sharmindagi ke saath gunj rahi thi.
Usne dono haath se munh dhak liya.
Mera beta hai… Ayan.
Sirf naam lene se hi uska pet sikud gaya. Woh bacha jo subah doodh maangta hai, jo uske gale se lipat ke sota hai, jo usko “Mamma” bolke bulaata hai. Usi mummy ne aaj ek budhe watchman aur uski maid ke saath…
Aur Prakash…
Shohar jo mahino door rehta hai, jo uske liye mehnat karta hai, jo usko trust karta hai. Usne aaj usi ghar mein, usi sofa pe, usi bed ke kuch feet door… kisi aur ko apna shareer diya. Nahi… sirf diya nahi. Maza liya.
Maanga. Cheekhi. Jhada.
Guilt ab uske seene pe baith gaya tha. Bhaari. Sans lene mushkil ho rahi thi.
Main kaise itni neeche gir gayi?
Pehle sirf dekhna tha. Phir chhuna. Phir ek baar. Phir do baar. Aur aaj… threesome. Ek budha watchman. Ek maid. Aur woh — shaadi-shuda, padhi-likhi, beta wali aurat — unke beech nangi, chudti, chusti, jhadti.
Usne side se lipat ke fetal position le li. Gown uske shareer pe chipki hui thi. Aankhon mein paani aa gaya, par zor se ro nahi paayi. Bas halki-halki siski nikal rahi thi.
Agar Ayan ko kabhi pata chal gaya…
Agar Prakash ne kabhi jaan liya…
Yeh soch ke uska poora shareer kaanp utha. Shayari nahi, drama nahi — pure dahshat thi. Uska poora jeevan, uski izzat, uske bete ka bhavishya… sab ek budhe watchman ke lund ki bhookh pe daav pe lag gaya tha.
Par sabse zyada jo baat usko khaa rahi thi, woh yeh thi ki…
Mujhe maza aaya tha.
Itna maza. Itni intensity. Itni chhod. Jab Dara uske andar tha, jab usne usko toda, jab usne Vimla ke saamne uski taareef ki aur usko belittle kiya — tab uske andar ek gehri, gandi si satisfaction bhi thi. Aur ab wahi satisfaction usko aur sharminda kar rahi thi.
Woh bed pe lipati rahi. Aankhein band. Saansein dheere. Shareer thaka hua, dimaag apne hi kiye hue gunahon ke bhoj se daba hua.
Bahar duniya normal chal rahi thi.
Andar… Menaka apne aap se haar chuki thi.
Shaam ke baad Dara seedha shack mein aa gaya tha. Kapde fenke, purane mattress pe let gaya, haath sar ke neeche rakh ke ceiling ko dekhne laga. Shareer ab bhi thaka hua tha, par chehre pe ek gehra, santusht sa expression tha. Paseena sukh chuka tha, lekin skin se ab bhi us din ki gandagi aur masti ki boo aa rahi thi.
Raat ke almost 11 baj rahe the jab Banke duty se free hoke shack ke andar aaya. Usne torch band ki, kapde change kiye aur apne wale kone mein baith gaya. Dara ab bhi aankhein kholi hue leta tha.
“So gaya kya?” Banke ne poocha.
Dara hansaa. “Abhi nahi. Aaj ka din itna mast tha ki neend nahi aa rahi.”
Banke ka chehra thoda sa taut ho gaya. “Kya hua tha?”
Dara ne side se karwat li, ek haath se apna lund adjust kiya, aur bolna shuru kar diya — bilkul detail mein, jaise koi story suna raha ho.
“Subah Ayan college gaya. Main seedha upar chala gaya. Memsaab kitchen mein thi… sirf apron aur panty mein. Maine usko wahi pe pehle choda. Counter pe, phir deewar se laga ke. Itni geeli thi ki lund slip ho raha tha. Phir living room mein le gaya.
Wahan Vimla aa gayi beech mein…”
Banke ki aankhein paat gayi. “Vimla bhi?”
“Haan. Pehle toh scene bigad gaya, par baad mein teeno ka ho gaya.” Dara ke chehre pe ghamandi smile aa gayi. “Pehle main Vimla ko pel raha tha, memsaab sofa pe baith ke khud ko chu rahi thi blanket ke neeche.
Phir blanket hat gaya. Phir memsaab ne khud shorts utaar diye. Vimla uski chut chaatne lagi, main peeche se Vimla ko chod raha tha. Phir memsaab ne mera lund chusa… Vimla ke saath milke. Thook se lath-path kar diya tha dono ne. Balls bhi choose usne.”
Banke ka chehra ab laal hone laga tha. Uske haath mutthi ban gaye the.
Dara jaari raha, jaan-bujh ke aur detail de raha tha.
“Phir main ne memsaab ko Vimla ke upar litaya. Pehle Vimla ko thoda pela, phir memsaab ki chut mein daala. Saala itni tight thi ki pehle toh dheere jaana pada. Par jab poora andar gaya na… phir maine usko toda. Tez, gehra, poora janwar ban ke. Woh chillane lagi ‘aur tez… aur tez’. Jhadte waqt usne meri peeth mein nakhun gaad diye. Main bhi uske andar hi jhad gaya. Cum bahar nikal ke Vimla pe gir raha tha.”
Banke ab control mein nahi tha. “Tu… tu usko itna openly… Vimla ke saamne…?”
“Haan. Aur usko maza bhi aa raha tha. Jab main uski taareef karta tha aur Vimla ki body ko bolta tha ‘patli hai, boobs nahi hai, gaand mein kuch nahi’, toh memsaab ke chehre pe ek alag hi wali satisfaction aati thi.”
Banke ne uth ke pani piya, par gala sukha hi raha. “Aur main neeche duty kar raha tha… tu upar dono ko pel raha tha.”
Dara hansaa. “Isliye toh tujhe neeche bhejta hoon. Koi toh kaam karega na building ka. Main memsaab ke saath busy rehta hoon toh duty toh tujhe hi karni padegi.”
Yeh baat Banke ke andar jaake lagi. Usne zor se bottle neeche rakhi.
“Har baar yahi hota hai. Jab bhi tera mood hota hai, tu upar chala jaata hai. Aur mujhe bolta hai ‘neeche reh, kisi ko mat aane dena’. Pehle main tha jo usko choda tha… ab tu saara maza le raha hai aur mujhe watchman bana ke rakh diya hai.”
Dara ne side se uski taraf dekha. Ab uske tone mein thoda sa superiority aa gaya tha.
“Kyunki main better khelta hoon. Memsaab ko jo chahiye woh main deta hoon. Tu jaldi jhad jaata hai, main usko todta hoon. Isliye woh mere peeche padti hai. Aur tujhe duty karni padti hai.”
Banke ka chehra ab nakhun se laal ho chuka tha. Woh uth ke shack ke andar chhalne laga.
“Main bhi usko chodna chahta hoon. Main bhi uski woh soft gaand pakadna chahta hoon. Tu har baar kyu beech mein aa jaata hai? Har baar tu hi kyun?”
Dara ab bhi mattress pe aaram se leta tha, haath sar ke neeche.
“Kyunki main usko better samajhta hoon. Aur kyunki tu easy hai. Main bolta hoon duty kar, tu kar deta hai. Main bolta hoon neeche reh, tu reh jaata hai. Agar tu thoda strong hota toh shayad kabhi-kabhi tera bhi number aa jaata.”
Banke ruk gaya. Uski saansein tez thi.
“Kal se main bhi upar jaunga,” usne kaha. “Ab aur nahi. Tu akela nahi maarega usko.”
Dara ne aankh nikaal ke uski taraf dekha, phir dheere se hansaa.
“Dekh lena. Par yaad rakh… agar tune scene bigada, toh main memsaab ko bol dunga ki tu force kar raha hai. Phir dekhna kaun duty pe lagta hai permanent.”
Banke chup chaap apne kone mein jaake let gaya. Aankhein khuli thi. Andar jalan, jealousy, frustration, sab ubal raha tha.
Dara ne side se karwat li, aankhein band kar li. Uske munh pe ab bhi wohi santusht, thaki hui muskurahat thi.
Ek taraf Dara so raha tha, dimaag mein ab bhi Menaka ki chut aur uski cheekhein ghoom rahi thi.
Doosri taraf Banke aankhein khole leta tha, mutthi bhiichi hui, dil mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi —
Ab bahut ho gaya. Ab main bhi usko lunga.
Main hotel room mein baitha kuch kaam-related cheezein catch up kar raha tha, saath hi biwi pe nazar bhi rakh raha tha.
Jab usne Ayan ko pick kiya, toh usko normal routine mein dekh ke almost bhool gaya ki bas kuch ghante pehle woh hamare watchman ki godi mein upar-neeche hop rahi thi. Ab woh phir se wahi demure housewife aur mom lag rahi thi jo main almost das saal se jaanta tha. Usne Ayan ko change karwaya, TV dekhte hue usse vegetables khilayi, phir uske saath homework check kiya. Beech-beech mein living room saaf karti rahi — khaas taur pe us chair ko bohot zor se ragda jispe woh Dara ke lund pe baithi thi.
Ghante guzarte gaye. Usne Ayan ko afternoon nap ke liye sula diya. Phir meri biwi, ek simple si saree mein, TV ke saamne baith gayi. Soap opera chal raha tha, par uski nazar kahin door khoi hui thi.
Thodi der baad doorbell baji.
Woh darwaze pe gayi, peephole se dekha, ek gehri saans li, aur phir darwaza khola.
“Yeh kya bakchodi hai memsaab?” Banke, woh lamba, strong jawaan watchman, andar aate hi chillaaya. Uske chehre pe saaf irritation aur frustration thi.
“Shhh! Ayan so raha hai,” Menaka ne dheeme se kaha. Woh pahonch ke bete ke kamre ka darwaza band kar ke bolt laga aayi.
Banke wahi khada reh gaya jaise kisi bache se uski candy cheen li gayi ho. Uske andar ki jalan saaf jhalak rahi thi.
“Tumhara kya scene hai?” Menaka ne thodi door reh ke poocha.
“Jo kuch Dara ne mujhe bataya… kya woh sab sach hai?”
“Kya bataya usne?”
Banke ne short mein, lekin bilkul accurate, subah se lekar threesome tak ka poora hisaab sunaya. Menaka ka chehra pehle safeed hua, phir gulabi, phir gehra laal. Apni hi gandagi kisi teesre vyakti ke munh se sun ke uski sharm hadd paar kar gayi.
“Sach hai na?” jawaan watchman ghurte hue bola.
“Nahi… nahi,” Menaka ne jhooth bola.
Banke ke chehre pe gussa flash hua.
“Tumhe lagta hai main bewakoof hoon, tum ameer randi?”
“Mujhe aise mat bol. Apni hadd mein reh, tu ek gareeb watchman hai,” Menaka ne palat ke kaha.
Banke ne do tezz kadam badhaye aur uske baal pakad liye.
“Sun, tu randi,” usne dhamki bhare hue dheeme se kaha. “Mujhe pata hai watchman ka kaam kya hota hai. Yeh nahi hota ki main yahan pe lookout bana rahu jab tu din-raat Dara se chudwaye, aur phir uske saath threesome bhi kare.”
“Chhod mujhe!” Menaka jhujhlayi, par uski pakad bohot tight thi. Main almost uthne hi wala tha ki kahin yeh kuch jhatpat na kar de. Aakhir mein usne chhod diya.
“Us din kya bol rahi thi tu? ‘Mere standards hain’. Threesome meri hadd se bahar hai. Par jab Dara ungli uthata hai, toh tu bas gaand hilaa ke sab kuch kar deti hai. Vimla ke saath threesome tak.”
“Main… main nahi chahti thi yeh sab.”
“Usne force kiya?”
“Nahi… bilkul force nahi.”
“Phir?” woh ghoorta raha.
Menaka chup reh gayi. Nazar neeche kar li, chehre pe pure sharm thi. Ek minute se zyada khamoshi rahi. Banke intezaar karta raha. Phir uska sabr jawaab de gaya. Usne uska kandha pakda aur usko ghumane laga.
“Kya kar rahe ho?” Menaka ne protest kiya.
“Dara ne apna maza le liya… ab meri baari,” uske right haath ne uski saree ke petticoat ka nada pakad liya. Pants mein bulge saaf ban raha tha.
“Nahi… please Banke… mera beta agle kamre mein so raha hai,” Menaka ne bheekh maangi.
Banke ruka. Usne usko chhod diya.
“Bahut badhiya. Jab beta ghar pe hota hai toh main tujhe chhoo bhi nahi sakta. Jab college mein hota hai toh tu Dara ki property ban jaati hai. Aur mera kya?”
Mujhe uske liye bura laga. Uski baat mein dum tha. Woh pehla tha jisne meri biwi ko actual sex tak le gaya tha… aur ab Dara saara maza luta ja raha tha jabki yeh neeche chair pe baitha duty kar raha tha.
“Chale jao… please… main haath jodti hoon,” Menaka ne haath jod liye.
Banke kuch second tak usko ghurta raha. Phir usne darwaza itni zor se band kiya ki poori dhanak si aa gayi.
Uske jaane ke baad Menaka wahi khadi reh gayi, saans tez, chehre pe sharm aur thakan ka mix. Andar hi andar usko bhi ehsaas ho raha tha ki Banke ki frustration bejaaz nahi thi. Dara ab poora khel control kar raha tha… aur baaki sab uske pie ke tukde bhi nahi paa rahe the.
Banke jab shack se bahar nikla toh uska chehra gusse se laal tha. Muthhiyan bhiichi hui thi, jaabdon mein zor aa raha tha.
Dara ke alfaz ab bhi uske kaanon mein gunj rahe the — “tu easy hai… duty kar… main memsaab ke saath busy rehta hoon.”
Woh building ke peeche wale dark corner mein jaake khada ho gaya. Cigarette jalaayi, gehra kash liya, aur sochne laga.
Bahut ho gaya. Ab aur nahi.
Dara har baar usko neeche bhej deta tha. Har baar memsaab ke saath time spend karta tha. Threesome tak kar liya usne… aur Banke ko sirf sunne ko mila.
Uske dimaag mein ek khayal aaya. Khatarnak, lekin effective.
Vimla ka pati.
Woh daru peeta tha, gusse wala tha, aur Vimla ke bare mein already shak karta rehta tha. Agar usko pata chal jaaye ki uski biwi roof pe aur shack mein kis-kis ke saath so rahi hai… toh scene bigad sakta hai. Dara ki naukri bhi ja sakti hai. Building se nikal bhi sakta hai woh.
Banke ne cigarette zameen pe bujhaayi aur sochne laga details.
Main Vimla ke pati ko sab bata dunga. Roof wali baat, shack wali baat, kitni baar, kaise… sab. Par ek cheez bilkul nahi bataunga — memsaab ka naam.
Kyunki agar Menaka ka naam aa gaya toh poora scandal ban jaayega. Society involve ho jaayegi, security officer tak aa sakti hai, aur phir memsaab bhi door chali jaayegi. Woh nahi chahta tha.
Uska plan saaf tha:
• Vimla ke pati ko batao ki uski biwi Dara ke saath chakkar chala rahi hai.
• Dara ko target banao.
• Dara building se nikle ya itna busy/problem mein phans jaaye ki memsaab ke paas jaane ka time na rahe.
• Phir field khuli hogi. Tab Banke apna number chalayega.
Usne apne phone mein Vimla ke ghar ka area note kiya. Kal raat ko, jab Dara duty pe hoga, tab jaake uske pati se milne ka irada banaya. Seedha nahi bolega. Thoda farak se, thoda sharaab ke nashe mein, jaise gusse mein aa ke bol raha ho.
“Teri biwi raat-raat bhar us budhe gurkha ke saath roof pe leti hai… shack mein bhi jaati hai… main ne khud dekha hai.”
Bas. Itna kaafi hoga. Baaki aag khud bhadak jaayegi.
Banke ne socha:
Dara ko hatao. Memsaab ko bacha ke rakho. Phir dheere-dheere uspe apna kabza karo.
Uske chehre pe ek cold, angry si muskurahat aa gayi. Jealousy ab plan ban chuki thi.
Woh shack ki taraf wapas chala gaya, lekin ab uski chaal mein ek naya confidence tha. Dara ab bhi andar so raha hoga, apne “jeet” ke nashe mein.
Banke ne dheere se kaha, bilkul apne aap se:
“Maza aa gaya na tujhe aaj? Kal se dekhna… kaise maza kharab karta hoon tera.”
Raat gehri hoti ja rahi thi. Building ke neeche ek naya khel shuru hone wala tha — aur is baar Banke sirf dekhne wala nahi, chalane wala banne wala tha.
Banke ke jaate hi Menaka sofa pe zor se gir gayi. Ek lambi, bhaari saans li aur rone lagi. Mujhe uske liye bura toh laga, par saath hi thoda gussa bhi aa raha tha. Jab maine dekha ki woh phone uthane lagi hai, toh main almost call karne hi wala tha. Laga shayad mujhe hi call karne wali hai. Usne number dial kiya aur phone kaan se laga liya.
“Hello, Indu mausi? Main bol rahi hoon, Menaka.”
Huh? Yeh apni Thane wali mausi ko kyun call kar rahi thi?
“Main theek hoon. Haan, Ayan bhi theek hai. Aap se ek kaam tha. Hamari building mein agle kuch din maintenance ka kaam chal raha hai. Bohot shor hota hai. Ayan raat bhar nahi so paata. Kya hum kuch din aapke yahan reh sakte hain jab tak kaam khatam nahi ho jaata? Aapko takleef nahi dena chahti main… ohh bahut bahut shukriya.”
Yeh toh interesting turn tha. Main samajh raha tha ki Menaka is baat se hil gayi thi ki woh kitni gehrai tak gir chuki hai aur Dara ke control mein kitni aa chuki hai. Socha tha shayad thoda break leke khud ko sambhale. Par itna nahi socha tha ki woh seedha bhaag khadi hogi.
Lekin bilkul yahi hua. Woh jaise kisi jaldi mein ho, bedroom bhaagi aur packing shuru kar di. Aadhe ghante ke andar usne Ayan ko jagaya, bag uthaye, aur ghar se nikal gayi.
Main kuch der tak apne khali ghar ke kamron ko dekhte raha. Soch raha tha shayad woh raasta badal ke wapas aa jaaye.
Par nahi.
Woh chali gayi thi.
“Matlab gayab?”
Mainne apna dhyaan watchman ke shack wale feed pe shift kiya. Darwaza khula aur Dara andar aaya, peeche Banke.
“Matlab kya hota hai? Woh chali gayi hai.”
“Kahan gayi? Shopping?”
“Nahi, uske paas suitcase tha. Beta ko leke nikal gayi.”
“Tune roka kyun nahi?” Dara ka gussa nikal pada.
“Kaise rokta? Aas-paas kai neighbors khade the. Agar main usko pakad ke rokta toh log kya sochte?”
Dara ka chehra thoda bigda, phir usne shoulders uthaye aur halka sa hans diya.
“Shayad humne usko thoda zyada dhakel diya. Break chahiye hoga usko. Par wapas aayegi. Yeh uska ghar hai aakhir.”
“Tu ne toh soone ki murgi hi maar di,” Banke ne kadi awaaz mein kaha.
“Bilkul nahi. Woh fas chuki hai. Do-teen din tak uski chut mein mota lund nahi jayega toh khud bhaagti hui wapas aayegi. Promise. Main in auraton ko pehchanta hoon.”
Main Dara ke confidence pe hairaan tha. Pata nahi over-confidence tha ya sach. Meri biwi uske control mein kaafi gehri lag rahi thi… sirf physical nahi, emotional level pe bhi. Us connection se mujhe jalan bhi ho rahi thi.
Ussi din shaam ko Menaka Indu mausi ke ghar pahunch gayi. Thane ka chhota sa, shaant sa ghar. Ayan ko room mein sula ke woh khud balcony mein baith gayi. Hawa mein halki si thandak thi. Koi doorbell nahi, koi watchman nahi, koi sharmindagi wala sofa nahi.
Pehli baar poore din mein uske kandhe thode dhile pade. Saans puri bhari. Thodi der baad uske chehre pe halka sa sukoon aa gaya. Yahan woh phir se sirf Ayan ki mummy thi… kisi ki randi nahi.
Raat ko almost 11 baje uske phone pe message aaya.
Dara: Kahan hai memsaab? Itni jaldi bhaag gayi? Teri yaad aa rahi hai. Wapas aa ja. Main intezaar karunga.
Menaka ne message padha. Uski aankhein kuch second tak screen pe tiki rahi. Phir usne phone ulta rakh diya. Reply nahi kiya.
Doosra message aaya: Itni khoobsurat chut ko itne din bhookha rakhna theek nahi. Bol, kab aa rahi hai?
Usne woh bhi ignore kar diya. Phone silent mode pe laga ke side mein rakh diya aur aankhein band kar li.
Pehli baar usne Dara ko nahi chuna.
Us raat mujhe biwi ka short email aaya:
“Dearest Prakash
Ayan aur main Indu masi ke yahan rahenge jab tak tum wapas nahi aate. Ghar pe cheezein bohot complicated ho gayi hain, main ab handle nahi kar pa rahi. Jab milenge toh detail mein bataungi. Jab tum wapas aao toh seedha Indu masi ke ghar cab leke aana, humein pick karke ghar le chalna.
Love Menaka”
Agle kuch din kaafi boring guzre. Main saari feeds pe nazar rakhta raha, sochta raha ki Dara ki prediction sahi niklegi aur woh taste ke liye wapas aa jaayegi. Par woh dil se door hi rahi. Haan, Dara aur Banke ne
Vimla ko roof pe aur shack mein do-teen baar choda, par mujhe usme koi khas dilchaspi nahi thi.
Itna kuch dekhne ke baad main khud horny ho gaya tha. Do din feeds dekhne ke baad main apni ek purani fuck-buddy ke contact mein aaya. Uske saath Juhu ke ek ache restaurant mein dinner kiya, phir raat uske ghar guzari. Usse teen baar choda, par dimaag mein poori raat Menaka hi ghoomti rahi. Mera official return date bas do din door tha, aur main bekarar tha apni biwi ko aise chodne ke liye jaise pehle kabhi nahi choda tha.
Agli dopahar main apni fuck-buddy ke ghar se hotel wapas aaya, taiyaar ki ab saara equipment disconnect karke wapas kar doon.
Kaafi der haath mein liye rakha, jaise soch rahi ho. Phir unhe wapas rakh diya aur salwar-kameez ki taraf haath badhaya. Wahi thodi der sochti rahi. Aakhir mein usne woh pehna jo mainne usko bohot kam pehnte dekha tha.
Woh uske paas maujood do-teen full-length household gown mein se ek thi. Bombay ki garmi mein kai auratein inhe pasand karti hain — poora body cover kar deti hain, izzat bani rehti hai, aur itni loose aur patli hoti hain ki paseena bhi nahi aata. Menaka hamesha kehti thi ki usko yeh bilkul pasand nahi, kyunki bohot purane tarike ki aur “aunty” jaisi lagti hain. Par aaj woh ek blue gown pehen ke bahar aayi.
Mera andaza tha uske soch ka. Woh ab bhi andar se resentful thi, aur shayad sharminda bhi, itni der nangi rehne ke baad. Koi bhi bell baja sakta tha — salesman, delivery boy. Gown usko respectful rakhti thi.
Saath hi, agar baad mein Dara ke saath phir se kuch hone lage toh utaarna bhi aasan tha. Bilkul practical.
Woh living room mein aayi toh Dara ab bhi sofa pe faila hua tha, paseene se lath-path. Vimla kitchen se nikal ke aa rahi thi.
Menaka ne seedha unki taraf dekha aur sakht awaaz mein kaha, “Ab dono nikal jao.”
Dara ne bhaari se uthte hue uski taraf dekha. Uski aankhein phir se uske body pe ghumne lagi — gown ke neeche bhi uski bhari hui shape saaf samajh aa rahi thi. Usne ek haath aage badhaya.
“Arre memsaab… abhi toh maza shuru hua tha. Thodi der aur…”
“Nahi.” Menaka ne saaf rok diya. “Bahut ho gaya. Ab ghar se nikal jao. Dono.”
Dara ne ek kadam uski taraf badhaya, awaaz mein phir se woh bhookh aa gayi thi. “Itni jaldi kya hai? Ayan toh abhi ghanton baad aayega. Main tujhe is gown ke saath hi…”
“Dara.” Menaka ne apni awaaz aur sakht kar li. “Main serious hoon. Abhi nikal jao. Varna main khud building ke dusre watchman ko bulaungi.”
Vimla chupchaap apne kapde sametne lagi. Uske chehre pe ab bhi thakan aur thodi si bezzati ke nishaan the.
Dara ne kuch second tak Menaka ko ghura — jaise ek aakhri baar try kar raha ho. Par uske chehre pe jo pakka faisla tha, usse dekh ke usne shoulders uthaye. Usne apni pants uthayi, pehni, aur bina kuch bole darwaze ki taraf badha.
Jaate-jaate usne ek baar phir mudke Menaka ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein ab bhi bhookh baaki thi, par usne kuch nahi kaha.
Darwaza band hua.
Menaka ne peeche se lock lagaaya. Phir apni peeth darwaze se laga ke thodi der khadi rahi, aankhein band kiye. Saans ab bhi thodi tez thi.
Neeche shack mein Dara gaya. Usne kapde fenke, purane mattress pe let gaya, aur aankhein band kar li.
Shareer toh thak chuka tha, par dimaag mein ab bhi Menaka ki woh bhari gaand, uski chut ki tightness, aur uski cheekhein ghoom rahi thi.
Woh so gaya… lekin uski bhookh ab bhi baaki thi.
Menaka ne darwaza lock karne ke baad ek gehri saans li. Pair ab bhi halka-halka kaanp rahe the. Woh dheere-dheere bedroom ki taraf chal di. Har kadam pe uski gaand aur chut mein abhi bhi Dara ke rehne ka ehsaas ho raha tha — halka dard, geelaapan, aur ek ajeeb si khali jagah.
Bedroom mein jaake usne gown nahi utaari. Bas bed pe let gayi, face upar, aankhein ceiling pe tiki hui. Parda thoda khula tha, dopahar ki roshni kamre mein faili hui thi. Bahar se normal building ki awaazein aa rahi thi — kisi ki cough, door ka khulna-band hona, door se kisi bache ki chillahut. Sab kuch itna normal… jaise abhi abhi kuch hua hi na ho.
Par uske andar toh toofan tha.
Maine aaj kya kiya…
Uske dimaag mein scene ek ke baad ek flash ho rahe the. Dara ka lund uske munh mein. Vimla ki jeebh uski chut pe. Khud Vimla ke upar let ke Dara ko andar leta hua. Apni hi awaaz — “Aur tez… aur tez…” — jo ab uske kaanon mein sharmindagi ke saath gunj rahi thi.
Usne dono haath se munh dhak liya.
Mera beta hai… Ayan.
Sirf naam lene se hi uska pet sikud gaya. Woh bacha jo subah doodh maangta hai, jo uske gale se lipat ke sota hai, jo usko “Mamma” bolke bulaata hai. Usi mummy ne aaj ek budhe watchman aur uski maid ke saath…
Aur Prakash…
Shohar jo mahino door rehta hai, jo uske liye mehnat karta hai, jo usko trust karta hai. Usne aaj usi ghar mein, usi sofa pe, usi bed ke kuch feet door… kisi aur ko apna shareer diya. Nahi… sirf diya nahi. Maza liya.
Maanga. Cheekhi. Jhada.
Guilt ab uske seene pe baith gaya tha. Bhaari. Sans lene mushkil ho rahi thi.
Main kaise itni neeche gir gayi?
Pehle sirf dekhna tha. Phir chhuna. Phir ek baar. Phir do baar. Aur aaj… threesome. Ek budha watchman. Ek maid. Aur woh — shaadi-shuda, padhi-likhi, beta wali aurat — unke beech nangi, chudti, chusti, jhadti.
Usne side se lipat ke fetal position le li. Gown uske shareer pe chipki hui thi. Aankhon mein paani aa gaya, par zor se ro nahi paayi. Bas halki-halki siski nikal rahi thi.
Agar Ayan ko kabhi pata chal gaya…
Agar Prakash ne kabhi jaan liya…
Yeh soch ke uska poora shareer kaanp utha. Shayari nahi, drama nahi — pure dahshat thi. Uska poora jeevan, uski izzat, uske bete ka bhavishya… sab ek budhe watchman ke lund ki bhookh pe daav pe lag gaya tha.
Par sabse zyada jo baat usko khaa rahi thi, woh yeh thi ki…
Mujhe maza aaya tha.
Itna maza. Itni intensity. Itni chhod. Jab Dara uske andar tha, jab usne usko toda, jab usne Vimla ke saamne uski taareef ki aur usko belittle kiya — tab uske andar ek gehri, gandi si satisfaction bhi thi. Aur ab wahi satisfaction usko aur sharminda kar rahi thi.
Woh bed pe lipati rahi. Aankhein band. Saansein dheere. Shareer thaka hua, dimaag apne hi kiye hue gunahon ke bhoj se daba hua.
Bahar duniya normal chal rahi thi.
Andar… Menaka apne aap se haar chuki thi.
Shaam ke baad Dara seedha shack mein aa gaya tha. Kapde fenke, purane mattress pe let gaya, haath sar ke neeche rakh ke ceiling ko dekhne laga. Shareer ab bhi thaka hua tha, par chehre pe ek gehra, santusht sa expression tha. Paseena sukh chuka tha, lekin skin se ab bhi us din ki gandagi aur masti ki boo aa rahi thi.
Raat ke almost 11 baj rahe the jab Banke duty se free hoke shack ke andar aaya. Usne torch band ki, kapde change kiye aur apne wale kone mein baith gaya. Dara ab bhi aankhein kholi hue leta tha.
“So gaya kya?” Banke ne poocha.
Dara hansaa. “Abhi nahi. Aaj ka din itna mast tha ki neend nahi aa rahi.”
Banke ka chehra thoda sa taut ho gaya. “Kya hua tha?”
Dara ne side se karwat li, ek haath se apna lund adjust kiya, aur bolna shuru kar diya — bilkul detail mein, jaise koi story suna raha ho.
“Subah Ayan college gaya. Main seedha upar chala gaya. Memsaab kitchen mein thi… sirf apron aur panty mein. Maine usko wahi pe pehle choda. Counter pe, phir deewar se laga ke. Itni geeli thi ki lund slip ho raha tha. Phir living room mein le gaya.
Wahan Vimla aa gayi beech mein…”
Banke ki aankhein paat gayi. “Vimla bhi?”
“Haan. Pehle toh scene bigad gaya, par baad mein teeno ka ho gaya.” Dara ke chehre pe ghamandi smile aa gayi. “Pehle main Vimla ko pel raha tha, memsaab sofa pe baith ke khud ko chu rahi thi blanket ke neeche.
Phir blanket hat gaya. Phir memsaab ne khud shorts utaar diye. Vimla uski chut chaatne lagi, main peeche se Vimla ko chod raha tha. Phir memsaab ne mera lund chusa… Vimla ke saath milke. Thook se lath-path kar diya tha dono ne. Balls bhi choose usne.”
Banke ka chehra ab laal hone laga tha. Uske haath mutthi ban gaye the.
Dara jaari raha, jaan-bujh ke aur detail de raha tha.
“Phir main ne memsaab ko Vimla ke upar litaya. Pehle Vimla ko thoda pela, phir memsaab ki chut mein daala. Saala itni tight thi ki pehle toh dheere jaana pada. Par jab poora andar gaya na… phir maine usko toda. Tez, gehra, poora janwar ban ke. Woh chillane lagi ‘aur tez… aur tez’. Jhadte waqt usne meri peeth mein nakhun gaad diye. Main bhi uske andar hi jhad gaya. Cum bahar nikal ke Vimla pe gir raha tha.”
Banke ab control mein nahi tha. “Tu… tu usko itna openly… Vimla ke saamne…?”
“Haan. Aur usko maza bhi aa raha tha. Jab main uski taareef karta tha aur Vimla ki body ko bolta tha ‘patli hai, boobs nahi hai, gaand mein kuch nahi’, toh memsaab ke chehre pe ek alag hi wali satisfaction aati thi.”
Banke ne uth ke pani piya, par gala sukha hi raha. “Aur main neeche duty kar raha tha… tu upar dono ko pel raha tha.”
Dara hansaa. “Isliye toh tujhe neeche bhejta hoon. Koi toh kaam karega na building ka. Main memsaab ke saath busy rehta hoon toh duty toh tujhe hi karni padegi.”
Yeh baat Banke ke andar jaake lagi. Usne zor se bottle neeche rakhi.
“Har baar yahi hota hai. Jab bhi tera mood hota hai, tu upar chala jaata hai. Aur mujhe bolta hai ‘neeche reh, kisi ko mat aane dena’. Pehle main tha jo usko choda tha… ab tu saara maza le raha hai aur mujhe watchman bana ke rakh diya hai.”
Dara ne side se uski taraf dekha. Ab uske tone mein thoda sa superiority aa gaya tha.
“Kyunki main better khelta hoon. Memsaab ko jo chahiye woh main deta hoon. Tu jaldi jhad jaata hai, main usko todta hoon. Isliye woh mere peeche padti hai. Aur tujhe duty karni padti hai.”
Banke ka chehra ab nakhun se laal ho chuka tha. Woh uth ke shack ke andar chhalne laga.
“Main bhi usko chodna chahta hoon. Main bhi uski woh soft gaand pakadna chahta hoon. Tu har baar kyu beech mein aa jaata hai? Har baar tu hi kyun?”
Dara ab bhi mattress pe aaram se leta tha, haath sar ke neeche.
“Kyunki main usko better samajhta hoon. Aur kyunki tu easy hai. Main bolta hoon duty kar, tu kar deta hai. Main bolta hoon neeche reh, tu reh jaata hai. Agar tu thoda strong hota toh shayad kabhi-kabhi tera bhi number aa jaata.”
Banke ruk gaya. Uski saansein tez thi.
“Kal se main bhi upar jaunga,” usne kaha. “Ab aur nahi. Tu akela nahi maarega usko.”
Dara ne aankh nikaal ke uski taraf dekha, phir dheere se hansaa.
“Dekh lena. Par yaad rakh… agar tune scene bigada, toh main memsaab ko bol dunga ki tu force kar raha hai. Phir dekhna kaun duty pe lagta hai permanent.”
Banke chup chaap apne kone mein jaake let gaya. Aankhein khuli thi. Andar jalan, jealousy, frustration, sab ubal raha tha.
Dara ne side se karwat li, aankhein band kar li. Uske munh pe ab bhi wohi santusht, thaki hui muskurahat thi.
Ek taraf Dara so raha tha, dimaag mein ab bhi Menaka ki chut aur uski cheekhein ghoom rahi thi.
Doosri taraf Banke aankhein khole leta tha, mutthi bhiichi hui, dil mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi —
Ab bahut ho gaya. Ab main bhi usko lunga.
Main hotel room mein baitha kuch kaam-related cheezein catch up kar raha tha, saath hi biwi pe nazar bhi rakh raha tha.
Jab usne Ayan ko pick kiya, toh usko normal routine mein dekh ke almost bhool gaya ki bas kuch ghante pehle woh hamare watchman ki godi mein upar-neeche hop rahi thi. Ab woh phir se wahi demure housewife aur mom lag rahi thi jo main almost das saal se jaanta tha. Usne Ayan ko change karwaya, TV dekhte hue usse vegetables khilayi, phir uske saath homework check kiya. Beech-beech mein living room saaf karti rahi — khaas taur pe us chair ko bohot zor se ragda jispe woh Dara ke lund pe baithi thi.
Ghante guzarte gaye. Usne Ayan ko afternoon nap ke liye sula diya. Phir meri biwi, ek simple si saree mein, TV ke saamne baith gayi. Soap opera chal raha tha, par uski nazar kahin door khoi hui thi.
Thodi der baad doorbell baji.
Woh darwaze pe gayi, peephole se dekha, ek gehri saans li, aur phir darwaza khola.
“Yeh kya bakchodi hai memsaab?” Banke, woh lamba, strong jawaan watchman, andar aate hi chillaaya. Uske chehre pe saaf irritation aur frustration thi.
“Shhh! Ayan so raha hai,” Menaka ne dheeme se kaha. Woh pahonch ke bete ke kamre ka darwaza band kar ke bolt laga aayi.
Banke wahi khada reh gaya jaise kisi bache se uski candy cheen li gayi ho. Uske andar ki jalan saaf jhalak rahi thi.
“Tumhara kya scene hai?” Menaka ne thodi door reh ke poocha.
“Jo kuch Dara ne mujhe bataya… kya woh sab sach hai?”
“Kya bataya usne?”
Banke ne short mein, lekin bilkul accurate, subah se lekar threesome tak ka poora hisaab sunaya. Menaka ka chehra pehle safeed hua, phir gulabi, phir gehra laal. Apni hi gandagi kisi teesre vyakti ke munh se sun ke uski sharm hadd paar kar gayi.
“Sach hai na?” jawaan watchman ghurte hue bola.
“Nahi… nahi,” Menaka ne jhooth bola.
Banke ke chehre pe gussa flash hua.
“Tumhe lagta hai main bewakoof hoon, tum ameer randi?”
“Mujhe aise mat bol. Apni hadd mein reh, tu ek gareeb watchman hai,” Menaka ne palat ke kaha.
Banke ne do tezz kadam badhaye aur uske baal pakad liye.
“Sun, tu randi,” usne dhamki bhare hue dheeme se kaha. “Mujhe pata hai watchman ka kaam kya hota hai. Yeh nahi hota ki main yahan pe lookout bana rahu jab tu din-raat Dara se chudwaye, aur phir uske saath threesome bhi kare.”
“Chhod mujhe!” Menaka jhujhlayi, par uski pakad bohot tight thi. Main almost uthne hi wala tha ki kahin yeh kuch jhatpat na kar de. Aakhir mein usne chhod diya.
“Us din kya bol rahi thi tu? ‘Mere standards hain’. Threesome meri hadd se bahar hai. Par jab Dara ungli uthata hai, toh tu bas gaand hilaa ke sab kuch kar deti hai. Vimla ke saath threesome tak.”
“Main… main nahi chahti thi yeh sab.”
“Usne force kiya?”
“Nahi… bilkul force nahi.”
“Phir?” woh ghoorta raha.
Menaka chup reh gayi. Nazar neeche kar li, chehre pe pure sharm thi. Ek minute se zyada khamoshi rahi. Banke intezaar karta raha. Phir uska sabr jawaab de gaya. Usne uska kandha pakda aur usko ghumane laga.
“Kya kar rahe ho?” Menaka ne protest kiya.
“Dara ne apna maza le liya… ab meri baari,” uske right haath ne uski saree ke petticoat ka nada pakad liya. Pants mein bulge saaf ban raha tha.
“Nahi… please Banke… mera beta agle kamre mein so raha hai,” Menaka ne bheekh maangi.
Banke ruka. Usne usko chhod diya.
“Bahut badhiya. Jab beta ghar pe hota hai toh main tujhe chhoo bhi nahi sakta. Jab college mein hota hai toh tu Dara ki property ban jaati hai. Aur mera kya?”
Mujhe uske liye bura laga. Uski baat mein dum tha. Woh pehla tha jisne meri biwi ko actual sex tak le gaya tha… aur ab Dara saara maza luta ja raha tha jabki yeh neeche chair pe baitha duty kar raha tha.
“Chale jao… please… main haath jodti hoon,” Menaka ne haath jod liye.
Banke kuch second tak usko ghurta raha. Phir usne darwaza itni zor se band kiya ki poori dhanak si aa gayi.
Uske jaane ke baad Menaka wahi khadi reh gayi, saans tez, chehre pe sharm aur thakan ka mix. Andar hi andar usko bhi ehsaas ho raha tha ki Banke ki frustration bejaaz nahi thi. Dara ab poora khel control kar raha tha… aur baaki sab uske pie ke tukde bhi nahi paa rahe the.
Banke jab shack se bahar nikla toh uska chehra gusse se laal tha. Muthhiyan bhiichi hui thi, jaabdon mein zor aa raha tha.
Dara ke alfaz ab bhi uske kaanon mein gunj rahe the — “tu easy hai… duty kar… main memsaab ke saath busy rehta hoon.”
Woh building ke peeche wale dark corner mein jaake khada ho gaya. Cigarette jalaayi, gehra kash liya, aur sochne laga.
Bahut ho gaya. Ab aur nahi.
Dara har baar usko neeche bhej deta tha. Har baar memsaab ke saath time spend karta tha. Threesome tak kar liya usne… aur Banke ko sirf sunne ko mila.
Uske dimaag mein ek khayal aaya. Khatarnak, lekin effective.
Vimla ka pati.
Woh daru peeta tha, gusse wala tha, aur Vimla ke bare mein already shak karta rehta tha. Agar usko pata chal jaaye ki uski biwi roof pe aur shack mein kis-kis ke saath so rahi hai… toh scene bigad sakta hai. Dara ki naukri bhi ja sakti hai. Building se nikal bhi sakta hai woh.
Banke ne cigarette zameen pe bujhaayi aur sochne laga details.
Main Vimla ke pati ko sab bata dunga. Roof wali baat, shack wali baat, kitni baar, kaise… sab. Par ek cheez bilkul nahi bataunga — memsaab ka naam.
Kyunki agar Menaka ka naam aa gaya toh poora scandal ban jaayega. Society involve ho jaayegi, security officer tak aa sakti hai, aur phir memsaab bhi door chali jaayegi. Woh nahi chahta tha.
Uska plan saaf tha:
• Vimla ke pati ko batao ki uski biwi Dara ke saath chakkar chala rahi hai.
• Dara ko target banao.
• Dara building se nikle ya itna busy/problem mein phans jaaye ki memsaab ke paas jaane ka time na rahe.
• Phir field khuli hogi. Tab Banke apna number chalayega.
Usne apne phone mein Vimla ke ghar ka area note kiya. Kal raat ko, jab Dara duty pe hoga, tab jaake uske pati se milne ka irada banaya. Seedha nahi bolega. Thoda farak se, thoda sharaab ke nashe mein, jaise gusse mein aa ke bol raha ho.
“Teri biwi raat-raat bhar us budhe gurkha ke saath roof pe leti hai… shack mein bhi jaati hai… main ne khud dekha hai.”
Bas. Itna kaafi hoga. Baaki aag khud bhadak jaayegi.
Banke ne socha:
Dara ko hatao. Memsaab ko bacha ke rakho. Phir dheere-dheere uspe apna kabza karo.
Uske chehre pe ek cold, angry si muskurahat aa gayi. Jealousy ab plan ban chuki thi.
Woh shack ki taraf wapas chala gaya, lekin ab uski chaal mein ek naya confidence tha. Dara ab bhi andar so raha hoga, apne “jeet” ke nashe mein.
Banke ne dheere se kaha, bilkul apne aap se:
“Maza aa gaya na tujhe aaj? Kal se dekhna… kaise maza kharab karta hoon tera.”
Raat gehri hoti ja rahi thi. Building ke neeche ek naya khel shuru hone wala tha — aur is baar Banke sirf dekhne wala nahi, chalane wala banne wala tha.
Banke ke jaate hi Menaka sofa pe zor se gir gayi. Ek lambi, bhaari saans li aur rone lagi. Mujhe uske liye bura toh laga, par saath hi thoda gussa bhi aa raha tha. Jab maine dekha ki woh phone uthane lagi hai, toh main almost call karne hi wala tha. Laga shayad mujhe hi call karne wali hai. Usne number dial kiya aur phone kaan se laga liya.
“Hello, Indu mausi? Main bol rahi hoon, Menaka.”
Huh? Yeh apni Thane wali mausi ko kyun call kar rahi thi?
“Main theek hoon. Haan, Ayan bhi theek hai. Aap se ek kaam tha. Hamari building mein agle kuch din maintenance ka kaam chal raha hai. Bohot shor hota hai. Ayan raat bhar nahi so paata. Kya hum kuch din aapke yahan reh sakte hain jab tak kaam khatam nahi ho jaata? Aapko takleef nahi dena chahti main… ohh bahut bahut shukriya.”
Yeh toh interesting turn tha. Main samajh raha tha ki Menaka is baat se hil gayi thi ki woh kitni gehrai tak gir chuki hai aur Dara ke control mein kitni aa chuki hai. Socha tha shayad thoda break leke khud ko sambhale. Par itna nahi socha tha ki woh seedha bhaag khadi hogi.
Lekin bilkul yahi hua. Woh jaise kisi jaldi mein ho, bedroom bhaagi aur packing shuru kar di. Aadhe ghante ke andar usne Ayan ko jagaya, bag uthaye, aur ghar se nikal gayi.
Main kuch der tak apne khali ghar ke kamron ko dekhte raha. Soch raha tha shayad woh raasta badal ke wapas aa jaaye.
Par nahi.
Woh chali gayi thi.
“Matlab gayab?”
Mainne apna dhyaan watchman ke shack wale feed pe shift kiya. Darwaza khula aur Dara andar aaya, peeche Banke.
“Matlab kya hota hai? Woh chali gayi hai.”
“Kahan gayi? Shopping?”
“Nahi, uske paas suitcase tha. Beta ko leke nikal gayi.”
“Tune roka kyun nahi?” Dara ka gussa nikal pada.
“Kaise rokta? Aas-paas kai neighbors khade the. Agar main usko pakad ke rokta toh log kya sochte?”
Dara ka chehra thoda bigda, phir usne shoulders uthaye aur halka sa hans diya.
“Shayad humne usko thoda zyada dhakel diya. Break chahiye hoga usko. Par wapas aayegi. Yeh uska ghar hai aakhir.”
“Tu ne toh soone ki murgi hi maar di,” Banke ne kadi awaaz mein kaha.
“Bilkul nahi. Woh fas chuki hai. Do-teen din tak uski chut mein mota lund nahi jayega toh khud bhaagti hui wapas aayegi. Promise. Main in auraton ko pehchanta hoon.”
Main Dara ke confidence pe hairaan tha. Pata nahi over-confidence tha ya sach. Meri biwi uske control mein kaafi gehri lag rahi thi… sirf physical nahi, emotional level pe bhi. Us connection se mujhe jalan bhi ho rahi thi.
Ussi din shaam ko Menaka Indu mausi ke ghar pahunch gayi. Thane ka chhota sa, shaant sa ghar. Ayan ko room mein sula ke woh khud balcony mein baith gayi. Hawa mein halki si thandak thi. Koi doorbell nahi, koi watchman nahi, koi sharmindagi wala sofa nahi.
Pehli baar poore din mein uske kandhe thode dhile pade. Saans puri bhari. Thodi der baad uske chehre pe halka sa sukoon aa gaya. Yahan woh phir se sirf Ayan ki mummy thi… kisi ki randi nahi.
Raat ko almost 11 baje uske phone pe message aaya.
Dara: Kahan hai memsaab? Itni jaldi bhaag gayi? Teri yaad aa rahi hai. Wapas aa ja. Main intezaar karunga.
Menaka ne message padha. Uski aankhein kuch second tak screen pe tiki rahi. Phir usne phone ulta rakh diya. Reply nahi kiya.
Doosra message aaya: Itni khoobsurat chut ko itne din bhookha rakhna theek nahi. Bol, kab aa rahi hai?
Usne woh bhi ignore kar diya. Phone silent mode pe laga ke side mein rakh diya aur aankhein band kar li.
Pehli baar usne Dara ko nahi chuna.
Us raat mujhe biwi ka short email aaya:
“Dearest Prakash
Ayan aur main Indu masi ke yahan rahenge jab tak tum wapas nahi aate. Ghar pe cheezein bohot complicated ho gayi hain, main ab handle nahi kar pa rahi. Jab milenge toh detail mein bataungi. Jab tum wapas aao toh seedha Indu masi ke ghar cab leke aana, humein pick karke ghar le chalna.
Love Menaka”
Agle kuch din kaafi boring guzre. Main saari feeds pe nazar rakhta raha, sochta raha ki Dara ki prediction sahi niklegi aur woh taste ke liye wapas aa jaayegi. Par woh dil se door hi rahi. Haan, Dara aur Banke ne
Vimla ko roof pe aur shack mein do-teen baar choda, par mujhe usme koi khas dilchaspi nahi thi.
Itna kuch dekhne ke baad main khud horny ho gaya tha. Do din feeds dekhne ke baad main apni ek purani fuck-buddy ke contact mein aaya. Uske saath Juhu ke ek ache restaurant mein dinner kiya, phir raat uske ghar guzari. Usse teen baar choda, par dimaag mein poori raat Menaka hi ghoomti rahi. Mera official return date bas do din door tha, aur main bekarar tha apni biwi ko aise chodne ke liye jaise pehle kabhi nahi choda tha.
Agli dopahar main apni fuck-buddy ke ghar se hotel wapas aaya, taiyaar ki ab saara equipment disconnect karke wapas kar doon.
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23-08-2026, 03:13 PM
Ghar bilkul sunsan tha. Menaka aur Ayan ke bina pure flat mein ek ajeeb sa sannata phaila hua tha. Prakash apne laptop screen ke samne baitha tha, thoda bore hote hue pehle emails check kiye aur phir dhyan bhatkane ke liye CCTV feed khol li. Living room khali, balcony khali... har frame mein bas wahi wahi khamoshi. Bore hokar usne camera angle change kiya aur rooftop feed par switch kiya.
Agle hi pal, uske hosh ud gaye.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!"
Screen par jo drishya dikha, use dekhkar main ekdum jhatke se seedha baith gaya. Mera dil tezi se dhadakne laga.
Rooftop par, water tank ke theek peeche, Dara ghutno ke bal baitha tha—puri tarah se naked, muh par jagah-jagah neel aur khoon ke nishan. Uske haath peeche rassi se kaske bande hue the. Aur wahi banda jo abhi tak mere bed par khraate maar raha tha, woh Dara ke paas khada tha. Usne Bina kisi reham ke Dara ke pet mein ek zoradar kick maari aur Tamil mein gundon jaise gaaliyon ki bauchar karne laga. Yeh koi aur nahi, Vimla ka pati Muthu tha.
Uske bagal mein, Vimla khud naked state mein ghutno par padi rorahi thi. Usne Muthu ke pair tightly pakad rakhe the aur Tamil mein gidgida kar use rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Lekin Muthu par jaise khoon sawar tha.
Usne kuch hi doori par Banke khada tha, ekdum lachar. Uske peeche ek chautha banda tha—ekdum thuggish, gunda type look—jisne Banke ki gardan par ek dharadar chhuri tikayi hui thi. Yahan kya chal raha tha, mujhe ghanta kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha.
Muthu aur uska dost Senthil milkar Dara ki aisi dhunai kar rahe the ki dekhkar hi rooh kaamp jaaye.
Senthil ne Dara ke ribs aur groin mein itni behrami se laat maari ki uski cheekh hawa mein ghut kar reh gayi. Kuch hi second mein Dara puri tarah khoon se lathpath hokar behosh gaya. Vimla do-haath jodkar reham ki bheekh maangti rahi, uski cheekhein pure terrace mein goonj rahi thi, jabki Banke gardan par chhuri rakhe, lachar aankhon se yeh sab hota hua dekh raha tha.
Prakash ki aankhein screen par tiki ki tiki reh gayi. Rooftop ka camera view ek khaufnaak nightmare mein badal chuka tha, aur wo chah kar bhi apni nazar nahi hata pa raha tha.
Muthu ke chehre par waahshiyat saaf dikh rahi thi. Usne behosh padne se pehle hi Dara ko baalon se pakadkar upar kheencaha. "Randi ke bacche! Meri biwi par nazar daalta hai?" Muthu Tamil mein chillaya aur poore zor se Dara ke chehre par ek zordar ghoonsa jad diya. Dara ke muh se khoon ka phawara phoot pada.
Muthu ke saath Senthil bhi poore josh mein tha. Senthil ne Dara ki pasliyon (ribs) par ek ke baad ek kayi kick maari. Ribs ke tootne ki aawaz jaise screen ke aar-paar sunayi de rahi thi. Un dono ne milkar Dara ko literally destroy kar diya tha—uska jism jagah-jagah se neela pad chuka tha, muh suja hua tha aur wo aadhi behoshi ki haalat mein zameen par pada bas karah raha tha.
Vimla zameen par ghisat-ghisat kar Muthu ke pair pakadne ki koshish kar rahi thi. "Muthu, ennai manichidu! Use mat maaro, wo mar jayega! Reham karo!" wo Tamil mein foot-foot kar ro rahi thi, haath jodkar bheekh maang rahi thi.
Lekin Muthu ka gussa aasmaan chhoo raha tha. Usne Vimla ko ek zordar laat maari aur wahi zameen par patak diya.
"Chup kar, raand!" Muthu us par chillaya, uski aankhon mein nafrat thi. "Tujhe apne pati se wafa nahi hui?
Is kutte ke saath so rahi thi tu? Meri izzat ka kachra kar diya tum dono ne!" Woh use gandi-gandi gaaliyaan deta raha, uski har cheekh par uske charitra par keechad uchhalta raha.
Iss poore maahol mein jahan khauf aur khoon-kharaba tha, wahin thodi door khada Banke ekdum shaant tha.
Gardan par chhuri tiki hone ke bawajood, uske chehre par ek dheeemi, shaatir smile aagayi thi. Sab kuch bilkul waise hi ho raha tha jaisa usne plan kiya tha. Dara ka khatma, Vimla ka zaleel hona, aur Muthu ka gussa—uski script ka har ek character apna role perfectly play kar raha tha. Uski chaal kamyab ho chuki thi.
Prakash ki saans jaise gale mein hi atakk gayi thi. Laptop screen se nikalti lights ke beech, rooftop par chal raha wo khaufnaak khel khatam hone ka naam hi nahi le raha tha.
Muthu aur Senthil par khoon sawar tha. Dara ab zameen par poori tarah lifeless pada tha, uska jism bina kisi halchal ke aadh-marra sa pada hua tha. Muh se nikalta khoon zameen par phail chuka tha. Senthil ne ek aakhri zordar kick uske pet mein maari, par iss baar Dara ke muh se koi cheekh bhi nahi nikli—wo poori tarah unconscious ho chuka tha.
Vimla zameen par baal bikhare, haath jode bilakh-bilakh kar ro rahi thi, uski aawaz aape se bahar ho chuki thi.
Muthu ne gusse mein aakar Dara ke baal pakadkar uska sar upar uthaya, par Dara ka sar wapas bejan hokar zameen par gir pada.
Tabhi Banke ne maahol ki seriousness ko samjha. Chehre ki wo shaatir smile gayab ho gayi aur uski jagah ek ajeeb sa darr aa gaya. Agar Dara rooftop par hi mar gaya, toh plan safal hone ki jagah case ban jayega aur security officer poore mamle ko lapet mein le legi.
Banke ne gardan par lagi chhuri ki parwah kiye bina, thoda aage hokar haath uthaya.
"Bas kar Muthu! Bas kar Senthil!" Banke ne chillakar kaha, uski aawaz mein tharrtharahat thi. "Chhod do ab use! Mar jayega bhenchod yeh! Agar yeh rooftop par mar gaya na, toh case ban jayega aur hum sab andar jayenge. Iska hisaab ho gaya, ab chhod do ise!"
Muthu ne haanphte hue Dara ki taraf dekha. Uska gussa abhi bhi thanda nahi hua tha, lekin Banke ki baat mein dum tha. Jail jaane ka darr dono ke chehre par saaf dikhne laga. Senthil ne knife Banke ki gardan se hataya aur use peeche dhakel diya.
"Tujhe toh baad mein dekhunga," Muthu ne Vimla ki taraf thookte hue gaali di. "Aaj ke baad agar yeh kutta teri zindagi mein dikha, toh jaan se maar doonga dono ko."
Dono ne ek aakhri baar Dara ke bejan jism ko dekha aur bina koi waqt ganwaye terrace ke darwaze ki taraf bhag gaye. Unke jaate hi rooftop par ek sanasani phail gayi.
Vimla ghisat-ghisat kar Dara ke paas pahounchi. "Dara... Dara utho! Netri... Kadhawule!" wo Tamil mein ronte hue use hosh mein laane ki koshish karne lagi. Uski aakhon se aansu rukaney ka naam nahi le rahe the.
Banke ne jaldi se aage badhkar Dara ki pulse check ki. Dhadkan bohot dheemi chal rahi thi. "Yeh toh gaya kaam se agar ise abhi medical help nahi mili," Banke ne ghabraahat mein kaha.
"Banke please, ise bachalo! Hum ise hospital le chalte hain," Vimla ne Banke ke pair pakad liye.
Banke ne dhyan se socha—private hospital gaye toh poori inquiry hogi, security officer case banega aur paise bhi lagenge.
"Chupchap kapde pehno dono! Hum ise Government Hospital le ja rahe hain, wahan casualty mein aaram se daakhil ho jayega aur security officer ko 'unidentified assault' ka bahana bana denge."
Donon ne fat-afat kapde pehne. Banke ne Dara ko jaise-taise apne shoulders par uthaya, uska adha-marra jism bojh ki tarah latak raha tha.
Vimla ne peeche se sahara diya. Dono use kisi tarah neeche le aaye aur gaddi mein daal kar nazdeeki Government Hospital ki taraf bhaage. CCTV screen par ab sirf rooftop ka khali floor aur khoon ke dhabbe bache the, aur Prakash apne room mein baitha bas shok mein screen ko taakta reh gaya.
Agle hi pal, uske hosh ud gaye.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!"
Screen par jo drishya dikha, use dekhkar main ekdum jhatke se seedha baith gaya. Mera dil tezi se dhadakne laga.
Rooftop par, water tank ke theek peeche, Dara ghutno ke bal baitha tha—puri tarah se naked, muh par jagah-jagah neel aur khoon ke nishan. Uske haath peeche rassi se kaske bande hue the. Aur wahi banda jo abhi tak mere bed par khraate maar raha tha, woh Dara ke paas khada tha. Usne Bina kisi reham ke Dara ke pet mein ek zoradar kick maari aur Tamil mein gundon jaise gaaliyon ki bauchar karne laga. Yeh koi aur nahi, Vimla ka pati Muthu tha.
Uske bagal mein, Vimla khud naked state mein ghutno par padi rorahi thi. Usne Muthu ke pair tightly pakad rakhe the aur Tamil mein gidgida kar use rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Lekin Muthu par jaise khoon sawar tha.
Usne kuch hi doori par Banke khada tha, ekdum lachar. Uske peeche ek chautha banda tha—ekdum thuggish, gunda type look—jisne Banke ki gardan par ek dharadar chhuri tikayi hui thi. Yahan kya chal raha tha, mujhe ghanta kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha.
Muthu aur uska dost Senthil milkar Dara ki aisi dhunai kar rahe the ki dekhkar hi rooh kaamp jaaye.
Senthil ne Dara ke ribs aur groin mein itni behrami se laat maari ki uski cheekh hawa mein ghut kar reh gayi. Kuch hi second mein Dara puri tarah khoon se lathpath hokar behosh gaya. Vimla do-haath jodkar reham ki bheekh maangti rahi, uski cheekhein pure terrace mein goonj rahi thi, jabki Banke gardan par chhuri rakhe, lachar aankhon se yeh sab hota hua dekh raha tha.
Prakash ki aankhein screen par tiki ki tiki reh gayi. Rooftop ka camera view ek khaufnaak nightmare mein badal chuka tha, aur wo chah kar bhi apni nazar nahi hata pa raha tha.
Muthu ke chehre par waahshiyat saaf dikh rahi thi. Usne behosh padne se pehle hi Dara ko baalon se pakadkar upar kheencaha. "Randi ke bacche! Meri biwi par nazar daalta hai?" Muthu Tamil mein chillaya aur poore zor se Dara ke chehre par ek zordar ghoonsa jad diya. Dara ke muh se khoon ka phawara phoot pada.
Muthu ke saath Senthil bhi poore josh mein tha. Senthil ne Dara ki pasliyon (ribs) par ek ke baad ek kayi kick maari. Ribs ke tootne ki aawaz jaise screen ke aar-paar sunayi de rahi thi. Un dono ne milkar Dara ko literally destroy kar diya tha—uska jism jagah-jagah se neela pad chuka tha, muh suja hua tha aur wo aadhi behoshi ki haalat mein zameen par pada bas karah raha tha.
Vimla zameen par ghisat-ghisat kar Muthu ke pair pakadne ki koshish kar rahi thi. "Muthu, ennai manichidu! Use mat maaro, wo mar jayega! Reham karo!" wo Tamil mein foot-foot kar ro rahi thi, haath jodkar bheekh maang rahi thi.
Lekin Muthu ka gussa aasmaan chhoo raha tha. Usne Vimla ko ek zordar laat maari aur wahi zameen par patak diya.
"Chup kar, raand!" Muthu us par chillaya, uski aankhon mein nafrat thi. "Tujhe apne pati se wafa nahi hui?
Is kutte ke saath so rahi thi tu? Meri izzat ka kachra kar diya tum dono ne!" Woh use gandi-gandi gaaliyaan deta raha, uski har cheekh par uske charitra par keechad uchhalta raha.
Iss poore maahol mein jahan khauf aur khoon-kharaba tha, wahin thodi door khada Banke ekdum shaant tha.
Gardan par chhuri tiki hone ke bawajood, uske chehre par ek dheeemi, shaatir smile aagayi thi. Sab kuch bilkul waise hi ho raha tha jaisa usne plan kiya tha. Dara ka khatma, Vimla ka zaleel hona, aur Muthu ka gussa—uski script ka har ek character apna role perfectly play kar raha tha. Uski chaal kamyab ho chuki thi.
Prakash ki saans jaise gale mein hi atakk gayi thi. Laptop screen se nikalti lights ke beech, rooftop par chal raha wo khaufnaak khel khatam hone ka naam hi nahi le raha tha.
Muthu aur Senthil par khoon sawar tha. Dara ab zameen par poori tarah lifeless pada tha, uska jism bina kisi halchal ke aadh-marra sa pada hua tha. Muh se nikalta khoon zameen par phail chuka tha. Senthil ne ek aakhri zordar kick uske pet mein maari, par iss baar Dara ke muh se koi cheekh bhi nahi nikli—wo poori tarah unconscious ho chuka tha.
Vimla zameen par baal bikhare, haath jode bilakh-bilakh kar ro rahi thi, uski aawaz aape se bahar ho chuki thi.
Muthu ne gusse mein aakar Dara ke baal pakadkar uska sar upar uthaya, par Dara ka sar wapas bejan hokar zameen par gir pada.
Tabhi Banke ne maahol ki seriousness ko samjha. Chehre ki wo shaatir smile gayab ho gayi aur uski jagah ek ajeeb sa darr aa gaya. Agar Dara rooftop par hi mar gaya, toh plan safal hone ki jagah case ban jayega aur security officer poore mamle ko lapet mein le legi.
Banke ne gardan par lagi chhuri ki parwah kiye bina, thoda aage hokar haath uthaya.
"Bas kar Muthu! Bas kar Senthil!" Banke ne chillakar kaha, uski aawaz mein tharrtharahat thi. "Chhod do ab use! Mar jayega bhenchod yeh! Agar yeh rooftop par mar gaya na, toh case ban jayega aur hum sab andar jayenge. Iska hisaab ho gaya, ab chhod do ise!"
Muthu ne haanphte hue Dara ki taraf dekha. Uska gussa abhi bhi thanda nahi hua tha, lekin Banke ki baat mein dum tha. Jail jaane ka darr dono ke chehre par saaf dikhne laga. Senthil ne knife Banke ki gardan se hataya aur use peeche dhakel diya.
"Tujhe toh baad mein dekhunga," Muthu ne Vimla ki taraf thookte hue gaali di. "Aaj ke baad agar yeh kutta teri zindagi mein dikha, toh jaan se maar doonga dono ko."
Dono ne ek aakhri baar Dara ke bejan jism ko dekha aur bina koi waqt ganwaye terrace ke darwaze ki taraf bhag gaye. Unke jaate hi rooftop par ek sanasani phail gayi.
Vimla ghisat-ghisat kar Dara ke paas pahounchi. "Dara... Dara utho! Netri... Kadhawule!" wo Tamil mein ronte hue use hosh mein laane ki koshish karne lagi. Uski aakhon se aansu rukaney ka naam nahi le rahe the.
Banke ne jaldi se aage badhkar Dara ki pulse check ki. Dhadkan bohot dheemi chal rahi thi. "Yeh toh gaya kaam se agar ise abhi medical help nahi mili," Banke ne ghabraahat mein kaha.
"Banke please, ise bachalo! Hum ise hospital le chalte hain," Vimla ne Banke ke pair pakad liye.
Banke ne dhyan se socha—private hospital gaye toh poori inquiry hogi, security officer case banega aur paise bhi lagenge.
"Chupchap kapde pehno dono! Hum ise Government Hospital le ja rahe hain, wahan casualty mein aaram se daakhil ho jayega aur security officer ko 'unidentified assault' ka bahana bana denge."
Donon ne fat-afat kapde pehne. Banke ne Dara ko jaise-taise apne shoulders par uthaya, uska adha-marra jism bojh ki tarah latak raha tha.
Vimla ne peeche se sahara diya. Dono use kisi tarah neeche le aaye aur gaddi mein daal kar nazdeeki Government Hospital ki taraf bhaage. CCTV screen par ab sirf rooftop ka khali floor aur khoon ke dhabbe bache the, aur Prakash apne room mein baitha bas shok mein screen ko taakta reh gaya.
23-08-2026, 05:25 PM
Agle din ki subah ek ajeeb si khamoshi ke saath hui. Prakash poori raat so nahi paya tha, uski aakhon ke samne baar-baar terrace ka wo khooni khel ghoom raha tha.
Dopehar ke waqt ghar mein halchal shuru hui. Menaka apne bete Ayan ke saath poore ek hafte baad Indu maasi ke ghar se wapas laut aayi thi. Bacchay ke aane se pure flat mein wapas chahal-pahal laut aayi, lekin Prakash ekdum gumsum tha. Usne Menaka se kuch nahi kaha, bas chupchap use dekh raha tha.
Menaka ko kal raat ke iss khaufnaak kaand ki ek bhanak tak nahi thi.
Din hamesha ki tarah aage badha. Menaka ne aate hi poore ghar ki safai shuru kar di—kapde dhona, rasoi sambhalna, aur Ayan ke peeche bhaagna. Shaam tak wo poori tarah thak chuki thi, lekin uske dil mein ek bechaini dhere-dhere ghar kar rahi thi. Wo poore din iss umeed mein thi ki Dara ka koi na koi message ya call aayega, lekin uska phone ekdum silent tha.
Raat ho chuki thi.
Din bhar ke kaam se free hokar Menaka ne TV on kiya aur koi random show laga kar apna dhyan bhatkane ki koshish karne lagi.
Par uska dhyan baar-baar apne phone ki screen par ja raha tha. "Ek hafte baad aayi hoon, fir bhi is bande ka koi ata-pata nahi hai?" wo mann hi mann khud se baatein kar rahi thi. Uska dil kisi अनहोनी (unhoni) ka ishara de raha tha, par wo apne darr ko daba rahi thi.
Raat ke kareeb 11 baj rahe the.
Menaka bedroom mein gayi aur dekha ki Ayan gehri neend mein so chuka hai.
Menaka chupke se bathroom mein gayi, andar se latch lagaya aur thak-thak karte dil ke saath Dara ka number dial kiya.
“The subscriber you are trying to reach is currently switched off...”
Ringtone ki jagah automated voice sunkar Menaka ke hosh ud gaye. Usne dubara try kiya, fir tisri baar... par result wahi tha—Phone Switched Off. Ab panic uske poore jism mein phailne laga tha. Dara kabhi bhi apna phone iss tarah off nahi rakhta tha. Uski dhadkano ki aawaz uske apne kaano mein goonjne lagi.
Usse ab aur sabar nahi hua. Wo bathroom se bahar nikli, ek baar Ayan ko dekha, aur bina koi aahat kiye room se bahar nikal gayi. Uski taangey kaamp rahi thi par wo tezi se stairs chadhte hue terrace ki taraf bhagi. Uske dimaag mein sau tarah ke khayal aarahe the—kya Dara wahan uska wait kar raha hoga? Kya wo firse Vimla ko chod raha hai?
Jaise hi usne roof ka bhari darwaza dhakela, thandi hawa ka ek jhonka uske chehre par laga. Terrace par ghor andhera tha.
"Dara?" usne dheeemi aawaz mein pukaara.
Koi jawab nahi aaya.
Usne poore rooftop par nazar ghumayi—water tank ke peeche, corners mein, har jagah... par terrace ekdum khali aur sunsan tha. Kal raat jahan khoon ke dhabbe aur cheekhein thi, wahan ab sirf sannata tha.
Dara ka kahin koi namo-nishan nahi tha. Usko laga shayad Dara usse naraaz hai ya kahin bahar gaya hai, lekin ye bechaini uske gale ka phanda banti ja rahi thi.
Haarp kar, aankhon mein aansu liye aur ghabrahat se kaampte hue Menaka neeche apne bedroom mein wapas laut aayi. Wo bed par Ayan ke bagal mein let gayi, par uski aakhon se neend gayab thi. Wo chhat ko taakti rahi, yeh jane bina ki jis Dara ko wo dhoond rahi hai, wo iss waqt ICU mein zindagi aur maut ke beech jhool raha hai.
Agle do-teen din Menaka ke liye kisi jahannum se kam nahi the. Wo baar-baar chori-chhupe Dara ka number dial karti, par har baar wahi ruki-sukhi automated aawaz sunayi deti—“The number you are calling is currently switched off.”
Uska dimaag phatne laga tha, khana-peena sab chhoot gaya tha. Usko lag raha tha ki Dara shayad use ignore kar raha hai ya koi bada panga ho gaya hai.
Teesre din subah, jaise hi Ayan ki college bus aayi aur wo use chor kar wapas lauti, Menaka ka sabar poori tarah toot gaya. Wo bina ek pal gawaye seedhe neeche servant quarters ki taraf bhaagi. Uska iraada Vimla se poochne ka tha ki Dara kahan hai aur chal kya raha hai.
Jaise hi Menaka ne Vimla ke kamre ka darwaza khadkhadaya, andar ka nazara dekh kar wo wahi jam gayi. Vimla ek kone mein baithi thi, uske chehre par darr saaf dikh raha tha aur aakhein rone ki wajah se suji hui thi.
"Vimla! Dara kahan hai? Uska phone switch off kyu aa raha hai teen din se?" Menaka ne ghabraaye hue tone mein poocha.
Vimla ne jaise hi Menaka ko dekha, wo foot-foot kar rone lagi. Usne Menaka ke pair pakad liye aur kaampte hue aawaz mein us raat ka poora sach ugal diya. Usne bataya ki kaise uska pati Muthu aur uska dost Senthil wahan aaye the, kaise unhone Dara ko nanga karke terrace par berahmi se peeta, kaise uske ribs aur chehre ko destroy kar diya, aur kaise Banke use aadh-marra haalat mein Government Hospital le gaya.
"Didi... wo bohot khoon beh raha tha... Muthu use maar hi daalta agar Banke bhai beech mein na aate. Wo hospital mein hai, pata nahi bachega bhi ya nahi!" Vimla bilakh-bilakh kar boli.
Sach sunte hi Menaka ke pairon tale zameen nikal gayi. Uska sir chakarane laga, sans phoolne lagi. Usko samajh nahi aa raha tha ki wo kya kare—darr, guilt aur pareshani ne use poori tarah gher liya tha. Ek taraf uska pati Prakash tha jisse usne yeh sab chupaya tha, aur dusri taraf Dara, jo uske chakkar mein hospital mein zindagi aur maut se lad raha tha.
Ghabrahat mein Menaka se raha nahi gaya. Usne turant apna phone nikala aur Prakash ko WhatsApp video call mila di.
Do ring ke baad Prakash ne call uthaya. Screen par Prakash ka chehra dekhte hi Menaka ke aakho se aansu behne lage. Usne kaampte honto se kaha, "Prakash... wo... mujhe abhi pata chala. Dara bohot buri haalat mein Government Hospital mein admit hai... Muthu ne use bohot buri tarah peeta hai."
Wo aage bolte hue hichkiyan lene lagi, "Prakash, mera dimaag kaam nahi kar raha hai. Kya... kya mujhe hospital jaakar Dara se milna chahiye? Main kya karoon?"
Dusri taraf screen par Prakash bilkul calm tha, par uski aakho mein ek ajeeb sa sannata tha. Wo achhi tarah jaanta tha ki terrace par kya hua tha, kyunki usne sab kuch apni aakho se CCTV par dekha tha. Usne
Menaka ke buraaye hue chehre ko dekha aur bas chupchap use taakta raha.
Agle din ki subah Menaka ke liye bohot hi uljan bhari thi. Raat bhar wo so nahi paayi thi, uske dimaag mein sirf Dara ka khoon se lathpath chehra ghoom raha tha. Subah hote hi usne faisla kar liya ki chahe jo ho jaye, wo hospital jaakar Dara ko ek baar zaroor dekhegi.
Usne subah-subah jaldi uthkar bath liya aur apne aap ko taiyar karne lagi. Darr aur ghabrahat ke beech bhi, uska dressing sense hamesha ki tarah kamaal ka tha. Usne almirah se ek dark green color ki silk saree nikali. Silk ka kapda uski fair skin par ek alag hi glow la raha tha. Saree ko usne bohot hi tight aur sateek tarike se lapeta tha, jo uske voluptuous aur curvy figure ko poori tarah highlight kar raha. Matching blouse mein uski chest aur uski patli kamar ka curve ekdum prominent lag raha tha. Pallu ko usne iss tarah dbang kiya tha ki uski toned waist thodi si dikh rahi thi, jisse uska look aur bhi drop-dead gorgeous lag raha tha.
Ghar se nikal kar usne hospital ke liye ek auto rickshaw pakda. Auto chalate waqt driver ka dhyan raste se zyada apne rearview mirror par tha. Mirror mein Menaka ka haseen aur bhara hua jism dekh kar driver ke hosh ude hue the. Uski nazar baar-baar Menaka ki heavy chest aur saree ke cut par ja kar tik rahi thi. Menaka ko saaf pata tha ki driver use mirror mein ghoor raha hai aur uski nazar kahan hai, lekin iss waqt wo itni pareshan thi ki usne uss tharki gaze ko poori tarah ignore kar diya aur bas khidki ke bahar dekhti rahi.
Hospital pahunchte hi ajeeb si phenyl aur dawaiyon ki badboo ne uska swagat kiya. Government Hospital ka common ward bohot hi crowded aur ganda tha. Har taraf mareez aur unke gharwale bhatak rahe the. Green silk saree mein Menaka wahan bilkul ek apsara jaisi lag rahi thi—ward mein majood har aadmi aur ward boy ki nazrein use hi taakne lagi thi, par Menaka ko kisi ki parwah nahi thi.
Dhoondhte-dhoondhte wo Dara ke bed ke paas pahunchi. Wahan pehle se hi Vimla aur Banke khade the. Vimla ne jaise hi Menaka ko dekha, wo thodi saham gayi aur peeche hat gayi, jabki Banke ne ek shaatir nazar se Menaka ke khoobsurat jism ko oopar se neeche tak dekha.
Lekin Menaka ki nazar sirf bed par pade Dara par gayi, aur use dekhte hi Menaka ki aakhon mein aansu dab-daba gaye.
Dara ko pehchanna mushkil ho raha tha. Uska chehra poori tarah suja hua tha, lips phate hue the aur aakhon ke paas neel ke kaale dhabbe the. Uske poore chest aur pasliyon (ribs) par pattiyaan bandhi hui thi, aur ek haath mein IV drip lagi hui thi. Wo aadh-marra sa zameen se thoda oopar bed par pada tha. Baar-baar marne jaisi haalat se guzarne ke baad, aaj subah hi use thoda hosh aaya tha, par uska jism poori tarah se destroy ho chuka tha. Uska har ek saans lena bhi dard se bhara hua lag raha tha.
Menaka dhere-dhere bed ke paas aayi aur apna kaampte hua haath Dara ke thande, zakhmi haath par rakha. Uski aakhon se ek aansu nikal kar uske gaal par phisal gaya.
"Dara..." Menaka ke muh se sirf itna hi nikla, uski aawaz poori tarah raseeli aur dard se bhari hui thi. Dara ne bohot mushkil se apni suji hui aakhein kholi aur Menaka ko green saree mein apne samne khada dekha, par wo dard ke maare ek lafz bhi bolne ki haalat mein nahi tha.
Dara ne bohot mushkil se apni suji hui aakhein kholi aur samne Menaka ko dekha. Uske phate hue lips hilne ki koshish kar rahe the, par gale se ek bhi lafz nahi nikla. Uska jism itna zyada damaged tha ki har ek saans ke saath uski pasliyon mein teekha dard uth raha tha. Dara ki yeh laachar haalat dekhkar Menaka ka sabar toot gaya. Usne apne dono haath muh par rakh liye aur wahi bed ke paas khadi hokar foot-foot kar rone lagi. Green silk saree ke aanchal se wo apne aansu poonchhti, par uski heavy chest har ek hichki ke saath zor-zor se upar-neeche ho rahi thi.
Government hospital ke uss congested aur gande common ward mein maahol ekdum ajeeb ho gaya tha. Ward mein bharti aas-paas ke gareeb patients, unke sath aaye mard relatives, aur wahan ghoom rahe ward boys—sab ki nazrein ab Dara ke bed par tiki hui thi. Lekin kisi ka dhyan Dara ki bimari par nahi tha, balki sabhi Menaka ke uss drop-dead gorgeous jism ko dekhkar andar hi andar pagal ho rahe the.
Dark green silk saree uske curvy figure par aisi tightly chipki hui thi ki uski har ek contour saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Blouse ke deep cut se jhakti uski voluptuous chest aur tight saree mein se jhanki uski waist ko dekhkar wahan majood mard apni laalchi nazrein uspar se hata hi nahi pa rahe the. Wahan ke log apas mein kaanaphusi karne lage:
"Abe dekh, yeh itni haseen memsaab iss gandi ward mein kya kar rahi hai?"
"Kiski aurat hai yeh? Dekh kaise iss aadh-marre naukar ke liye ro rahi hai..."
"Bhai saab, kya maloom konsi badi kothi ki malkin hai. Par jism dekho, kya kamaal ki cheez hai!"
Duraane-a-gossip, Banke ek kone mein khada hokar yeh poora tamasha dekh raha tha. Ek taraf Dara ki yeh tabah haalat aur doosri taraf Menaka ki yeh bebasi aur uska breathtaking jism—dono ko dekhkar Banke ke dimaag mein ek shaatir khushi ka thikana nahi tha. Uska plan 100% successful ho gaya tha. Usne Bina koi daag apne sar liye Dara ko raste se hata diya tha, Muthu aur Senthil ko apna mohra bana diya tha, aur ab Menaka ko aisi haalat mein dekhkar uska confidence aasmaan chhoo raha tha.
Lekin iss pure ward mein ek aur cheez chal rahi thi jiss se wahan majood kisi bhi insaan ko khabar nahi thi.
Common ward ke door-darwaze ke paas, ek pillar ke peeche khada ek doosra mard dur se iss saare scene par nazar tikaye hue tha. Uski aakhein Dara par kam aur Menaka ke uss bhare hue, raseele jism par zyada atki hui thi. Jab jab Menaka ronte hue aage jhukti, uss mard ki nazar uski tight saree ke cuts aur voluptuous curves par jaakar jam jaati. Uske dimaag mein Menaka ko lekar bohot saari khaufnaak aur hawas bhari baatein chalne lagi thi. Wo janta tha ki ab Dara laachar hai, aur Menaka iss waqt akeli aur kamzor hai—aur yeh mauka uske liye kya ban sakta tha, yeh baat uske dimaag mein tezi se ghoom rahi thi.
Dopehar ke waqt ghar mein halchal shuru hui. Menaka apne bete Ayan ke saath poore ek hafte baad Indu maasi ke ghar se wapas laut aayi thi. Bacchay ke aane se pure flat mein wapas chahal-pahal laut aayi, lekin Prakash ekdum gumsum tha. Usne Menaka se kuch nahi kaha, bas chupchap use dekh raha tha.
Menaka ko kal raat ke iss khaufnaak kaand ki ek bhanak tak nahi thi.
Din hamesha ki tarah aage badha. Menaka ne aate hi poore ghar ki safai shuru kar di—kapde dhona, rasoi sambhalna, aur Ayan ke peeche bhaagna. Shaam tak wo poori tarah thak chuki thi, lekin uske dil mein ek bechaini dhere-dhere ghar kar rahi thi. Wo poore din iss umeed mein thi ki Dara ka koi na koi message ya call aayega, lekin uska phone ekdum silent tha.
Raat ho chuki thi.
Din bhar ke kaam se free hokar Menaka ne TV on kiya aur koi random show laga kar apna dhyan bhatkane ki koshish karne lagi.
Par uska dhyan baar-baar apne phone ki screen par ja raha tha. "Ek hafte baad aayi hoon, fir bhi is bande ka koi ata-pata nahi hai?" wo mann hi mann khud se baatein kar rahi thi. Uska dil kisi अनहोनी (unhoni) ka ishara de raha tha, par wo apne darr ko daba rahi thi.
Raat ke kareeb 11 baj rahe the.
Menaka bedroom mein gayi aur dekha ki Ayan gehri neend mein so chuka hai.
Menaka chupke se bathroom mein gayi, andar se latch lagaya aur thak-thak karte dil ke saath Dara ka number dial kiya.
“The subscriber you are trying to reach is currently switched off...”
Ringtone ki jagah automated voice sunkar Menaka ke hosh ud gaye. Usne dubara try kiya, fir tisri baar... par result wahi tha—Phone Switched Off. Ab panic uske poore jism mein phailne laga tha. Dara kabhi bhi apna phone iss tarah off nahi rakhta tha. Uski dhadkano ki aawaz uske apne kaano mein goonjne lagi.
Usse ab aur sabar nahi hua. Wo bathroom se bahar nikli, ek baar Ayan ko dekha, aur bina koi aahat kiye room se bahar nikal gayi. Uski taangey kaamp rahi thi par wo tezi se stairs chadhte hue terrace ki taraf bhagi. Uske dimaag mein sau tarah ke khayal aarahe the—kya Dara wahan uska wait kar raha hoga? Kya wo firse Vimla ko chod raha hai?
Jaise hi usne roof ka bhari darwaza dhakela, thandi hawa ka ek jhonka uske chehre par laga. Terrace par ghor andhera tha.
"Dara?" usne dheeemi aawaz mein pukaara.
Koi jawab nahi aaya.
Usne poore rooftop par nazar ghumayi—water tank ke peeche, corners mein, har jagah... par terrace ekdum khali aur sunsan tha. Kal raat jahan khoon ke dhabbe aur cheekhein thi, wahan ab sirf sannata tha.
Dara ka kahin koi namo-nishan nahi tha. Usko laga shayad Dara usse naraaz hai ya kahin bahar gaya hai, lekin ye bechaini uske gale ka phanda banti ja rahi thi.
Haarp kar, aankhon mein aansu liye aur ghabrahat se kaampte hue Menaka neeche apne bedroom mein wapas laut aayi. Wo bed par Ayan ke bagal mein let gayi, par uski aakhon se neend gayab thi. Wo chhat ko taakti rahi, yeh jane bina ki jis Dara ko wo dhoond rahi hai, wo iss waqt ICU mein zindagi aur maut ke beech jhool raha hai.
Agle do-teen din Menaka ke liye kisi jahannum se kam nahi the. Wo baar-baar chori-chhupe Dara ka number dial karti, par har baar wahi ruki-sukhi automated aawaz sunayi deti—“The number you are calling is currently switched off.”
Uska dimaag phatne laga tha, khana-peena sab chhoot gaya tha. Usko lag raha tha ki Dara shayad use ignore kar raha hai ya koi bada panga ho gaya hai.
Teesre din subah, jaise hi Ayan ki college bus aayi aur wo use chor kar wapas lauti, Menaka ka sabar poori tarah toot gaya. Wo bina ek pal gawaye seedhe neeche servant quarters ki taraf bhaagi. Uska iraada Vimla se poochne ka tha ki Dara kahan hai aur chal kya raha hai.
Jaise hi Menaka ne Vimla ke kamre ka darwaza khadkhadaya, andar ka nazara dekh kar wo wahi jam gayi. Vimla ek kone mein baithi thi, uske chehre par darr saaf dikh raha tha aur aakhein rone ki wajah se suji hui thi.
"Vimla! Dara kahan hai? Uska phone switch off kyu aa raha hai teen din se?" Menaka ne ghabraaye hue tone mein poocha.
Vimla ne jaise hi Menaka ko dekha, wo foot-foot kar rone lagi. Usne Menaka ke pair pakad liye aur kaampte hue aawaz mein us raat ka poora sach ugal diya. Usne bataya ki kaise uska pati Muthu aur uska dost Senthil wahan aaye the, kaise unhone Dara ko nanga karke terrace par berahmi se peeta, kaise uske ribs aur chehre ko destroy kar diya, aur kaise Banke use aadh-marra haalat mein Government Hospital le gaya.
"Didi... wo bohot khoon beh raha tha... Muthu use maar hi daalta agar Banke bhai beech mein na aate. Wo hospital mein hai, pata nahi bachega bhi ya nahi!" Vimla bilakh-bilakh kar boli.
Sach sunte hi Menaka ke pairon tale zameen nikal gayi. Uska sir chakarane laga, sans phoolne lagi. Usko samajh nahi aa raha tha ki wo kya kare—darr, guilt aur pareshani ne use poori tarah gher liya tha. Ek taraf uska pati Prakash tha jisse usne yeh sab chupaya tha, aur dusri taraf Dara, jo uske chakkar mein hospital mein zindagi aur maut se lad raha tha.
Ghabrahat mein Menaka se raha nahi gaya. Usne turant apna phone nikala aur Prakash ko WhatsApp video call mila di.
Do ring ke baad Prakash ne call uthaya. Screen par Prakash ka chehra dekhte hi Menaka ke aakho se aansu behne lage. Usne kaampte honto se kaha, "Prakash... wo... mujhe abhi pata chala. Dara bohot buri haalat mein Government Hospital mein admit hai... Muthu ne use bohot buri tarah peeta hai."
Wo aage bolte hue hichkiyan lene lagi, "Prakash, mera dimaag kaam nahi kar raha hai. Kya... kya mujhe hospital jaakar Dara se milna chahiye? Main kya karoon?"
Dusri taraf screen par Prakash bilkul calm tha, par uski aakho mein ek ajeeb sa sannata tha. Wo achhi tarah jaanta tha ki terrace par kya hua tha, kyunki usne sab kuch apni aakho se CCTV par dekha tha. Usne
Menaka ke buraaye hue chehre ko dekha aur bas chupchap use taakta raha.
Agle din ki subah Menaka ke liye bohot hi uljan bhari thi. Raat bhar wo so nahi paayi thi, uske dimaag mein sirf Dara ka khoon se lathpath chehra ghoom raha tha. Subah hote hi usne faisla kar liya ki chahe jo ho jaye, wo hospital jaakar Dara ko ek baar zaroor dekhegi.
Usne subah-subah jaldi uthkar bath liya aur apne aap ko taiyar karne lagi. Darr aur ghabrahat ke beech bhi, uska dressing sense hamesha ki tarah kamaal ka tha. Usne almirah se ek dark green color ki silk saree nikali. Silk ka kapda uski fair skin par ek alag hi glow la raha tha. Saree ko usne bohot hi tight aur sateek tarike se lapeta tha, jo uske voluptuous aur curvy figure ko poori tarah highlight kar raha. Matching blouse mein uski chest aur uski patli kamar ka curve ekdum prominent lag raha tha. Pallu ko usne iss tarah dbang kiya tha ki uski toned waist thodi si dikh rahi thi, jisse uska look aur bhi drop-dead gorgeous lag raha tha.
Ghar se nikal kar usne hospital ke liye ek auto rickshaw pakda. Auto chalate waqt driver ka dhyan raste se zyada apne rearview mirror par tha. Mirror mein Menaka ka haseen aur bhara hua jism dekh kar driver ke hosh ude hue the. Uski nazar baar-baar Menaka ki heavy chest aur saree ke cut par ja kar tik rahi thi. Menaka ko saaf pata tha ki driver use mirror mein ghoor raha hai aur uski nazar kahan hai, lekin iss waqt wo itni pareshan thi ki usne uss tharki gaze ko poori tarah ignore kar diya aur bas khidki ke bahar dekhti rahi.
Hospital pahunchte hi ajeeb si phenyl aur dawaiyon ki badboo ne uska swagat kiya. Government Hospital ka common ward bohot hi crowded aur ganda tha. Har taraf mareez aur unke gharwale bhatak rahe the. Green silk saree mein Menaka wahan bilkul ek apsara jaisi lag rahi thi—ward mein majood har aadmi aur ward boy ki nazrein use hi taakne lagi thi, par Menaka ko kisi ki parwah nahi thi.
Dhoondhte-dhoondhte wo Dara ke bed ke paas pahunchi. Wahan pehle se hi Vimla aur Banke khade the. Vimla ne jaise hi Menaka ko dekha, wo thodi saham gayi aur peeche hat gayi, jabki Banke ne ek shaatir nazar se Menaka ke khoobsurat jism ko oopar se neeche tak dekha.
Lekin Menaka ki nazar sirf bed par pade Dara par gayi, aur use dekhte hi Menaka ki aakhon mein aansu dab-daba gaye.
Dara ko pehchanna mushkil ho raha tha. Uska chehra poori tarah suja hua tha, lips phate hue the aur aakhon ke paas neel ke kaale dhabbe the. Uske poore chest aur pasliyon (ribs) par pattiyaan bandhi hui thi, aur ek haath mein IV drip lagi hui thi. Wo aadh-marra sa zameen se thoda oopar bed par pada tha. Baar-baar marne jaisi haalat se guzarne ke baad, aaj subah hi use thoda hosh aaya tha, par uska jism poori tarah se destroy ho chuka tha. Uska har ek saans lena bhi dard se bhara hua lag raha tha.
Menaka dhere-dhere bed ke paas aayi aur apna kaampte hua haath Dara ke thande, zakhmi haath par rakha. Uski aakhon se ek aansu nikal kar uske gaal par phisal gaya.
"Dara..." Menaka ke muh se sirf itna hi nikla, uski aawaz poori tarah raseeli aur dard se bhari hui thi. Dara ne bohot mushkil se apni suji hui aakhein kholi aur Menaka ko green saree mein apne samne khada dekha, par wo dard ke maare ek lafz bhi bolne ki haalat mein nahi tha.
Dara ne bohot mushkil se apni suji hui aakhein kholi aur samne Menaka ko dekha. Uske phate hue lips hilne ki koshish kar rahe the, par gale se ek bhi lafz nahi nikla. Uska jism itna zyada damaged tha ki har ek saans ke saath uski pasliyon mein teekha dard uth raha tha. Dara ki yeh laachar haalat dekhkar Menaka ka sabar toot gaya. Usne apne dono haath muh par rakh liye aur wahi bed ke paas khadi hokar foot-foot kar rone lagi. Green silk saree ke aanchal se wo apne aansu poonchhti, par uski heavy chest har ek hichki ke saath zor-zor se upar-neeche ho rahi thi.
Government hospital ke uss congested aur gande common ward mein maahol ekdum ajeeb ho gaya tha. Ward mein bharti aas-paas ke gareeb patients, unke sath aaye mard relatives, aur wahan ghoom rahe ward boys—sab ki nazrein ab Dara ke bed par tiki hui thi. Lekin kisi ka dhyan Dara ki bimari par nahi tha, balki sabhi Menaka ke uss drop-dead gorgeous jism ko dekhkar andar hi andar pagal ho rahe the.
Dark green silk saree uske curvy figure par aisi tightly chipki hui thi ki uski har ek contour saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Blouse ke deep cut se jhakti uski voluptuous chest aur tight saree mein se jhanki uski waist ko dekhkar wahan majood mard apni laalchi nazrein uspar se hata hi nahi pa rahe the. Wahan ke log apas mein kaanaphusi karne lage:
"Abe dekh, yeh itni haseen memsaab iss gandi ward mein kya kar rahi hai?"
"Kiski aurat hai yeh? Dekh kaise iss aadh-marre naukar ke liye ro rahi hai..."
"Bhai saab, kya maloom konsi badi kothi ki malkin hai. Par jism dekho, kya kamaal ki cheez hai!"
Duraane-a-gossip, Banke ek kone mein khada hokar yeh poora tamasha dekh raha tha. Ek taraf Dara ki yeh tabah haalat aur doosri taraf Menaka ki yeh bebasi aur uska breathtaking jism—dono ko dekhkar Banke ke dimaag mein ek shaatir khushi ka thikana nahi tha. Uska plan 100% successful ho gaya tha. Usne Bina koi daag apne sar liye Dara ko raste se hata diya tha, Muthu aur Senthil ko apna mohra bana diya tha, aur ab Menaka ko aisi haalat mein dekhkar uska confidence aasmaan chhoo raha tha.
Lekin iss pure ward mein ek aur cheez chal rahi thi jiss se wahan majood kisi bhi insaan ko khabar nahi thi.
Common ward ke door-darwaze ke paas, ek pillar ke peeche khada ek doosra mard dur se iss saare scene par nazar tikaye hue tha. Uski aakhein Dara par kam aur Menaka ke uss bhare hue, raseele jism par zyada atki hui thi. Jab jab Menaka ronte hue aage jhukti, uss mard ki nazar uski tight saree ke cuts aur voluptuous curves par jaakar jam jaati. Uske dimaag mein Menaka ko lekar bohot saari khaufnaak aur hawas bhari baatein chalne lagi thi. Wo janta tha ki ab Dara laachar hai, aur Menaka iss waqt akeli aur kamzor hai—aur yeh mauka uske liye kya ban sakta tha, yeh baat uske dimaag mein tezi se ghoom rahi thi.
23-08-2026, 06:31 PM
Ward ke uss bhid-bhad aur badboodar maahol mein, jahan sabhi ki nazrein Menaka ke husn par thahri hui thi, wahan ek shakhs aisa bhi tha jo iss manzar ko kisi aam tharki mard ki tarah nahi, balki ek shaatir aur tajarbekar nigaah se dekh raha tha.
Pillar ke peeche khada woh aadmi aur koi nahi, 58 saal ka Asaduddin Qureshi tha.
Asaduddin Qureshi, jo 'Shakti Security Pvt. Ltd.' ka eklauta owner tha. Yeh wahi company thi jiske through Dara, Banke aur hazaron dusre watchmen poore Mumbai aur aapas ke ilaqon mein security ki duty karte the. Aaj subah hi Asad ke office mein phone aaya tha ki unka ek watchman, Dara, kisi jhagde mein buri tarah pit gaya hai aur uski haalat bohot nazuk hai. Halanki Asad apne kisi mamuli watchman ki aisi fikar nahi karta tha, par kyunki ye mamla security officers ke pass ja sakta tha aur Dara serious tha, toh wo sirf ek nazar maarne aur damage control ke iraade se is sarkaari aspatal tak chala aaya tha.
Lekin jaise hi wo ward mein ghusa, uske paon zameen par jaise jam se gaye. Uski nazar ekdum se uss aurat par pad gayi thi, jo tight dark green silk saree mein Dara ke bed ke paas khadi bilakh rahi thi.
Asad ek purana khiladi tha. Uski puri zindagi kaafi hadd tak underworld aur jurm ki duniya ke ird-gird beeti thi. Jawaani mein wo 2-3 baar extortion aur bheed-bhad ke cases mein saalon tak jail ki hawa bhi kha chuka tha. Jab umar thodi dhalne lagi, toh usne apni 'muscle power' aur underworld connections ka istemaal karke legally yeh security company khol li aur set ho gaya. Mumbai mein jagah-jagah par uski benaami properties thi jo usne apne usi purane kaale dhan (black money) se khareedi thi.
Uski shakhsiyat apne aap mein kisi chalti-phirti kahani jaisi thi. Asad ne ek dhila-dhala safed Pathani suit pehna hua tha, jiske collar aur cuffs hamesha kade rehte the. Sar par ek jaalidaar ..,. topi thi, aur uske chehre par ek ghani lambi daadhi thi jo uske chest tak aati thi. Yeh daadhi usne mehendi laga kar bilkul laal rang ki dye kar rakhi thi, jo uske shatir chehre ko ek ajab si dabdabe wali look deti thi. Uske aas-paas se ek bohot tez, meethi aur bhaari 'ittar' ki khushboo aati thi jo itni strong thi ki aas-paas ki phenyl ki badboo uske aage pheeki pad jaati thi.
Jaise-jaise Asad Menaka ki aahon aur uske phadakte hue hont ko dekh raha tha, uska tajurbekaar dimaag poori speed se chalne laga. Usne socha, "Ek ekdum Bollywood ki nayika jaisi khubsoorat aur ameer memsaab... jiska figure dekh kar hi pata chalta hai ki yeh kisi aam ghar ki aurat nahi hai... wo itni subah ek do-kaudi ke maamuli security guard ke bed ke paas aakar foot-foot kar kyu ro rahi hai?" Asad ko saalon ki samajh ne turant ishaara de diya tha—*Daal mein sirf kaala nahi hai, poori ki poori daal hi kaali hai.*
Par uske shaatir dimaag se bada bhukamp uske jism mein aa raha tha. Asad ki zindagi mein uski 3 biwiyan aur kareeb 12 bacche the. Uski teeno biwiyan Mumbai ke alag-alag ilaqon mein apne bacchon ke sath rehti thi, aur Asad apni marzi se kabhi-kabhi unse milne chala jata tha. Lekin uski sabhi biwiyan ab 50 saal ki umar par kar chuki thi aur unke shareer poori tarah bad-dhaul ho chuke the. Poshida baaton mein kaha jaye toh Asaduddin Qureshi ka bedroom kaafi saalo se poori tarah se "thanda" pada hua tha. Umr aur thakan ne uske andar ki uss bhookh ko kuchal diya tha.
Lekin aaj... aaj is government ward ki gandagi ke beech ek chamakti hui heere jaisi aurat ko dekh kar uske andar wo aag wapas bhadak uthi jo kaafi saalo se dafan thi. Menaka ke curvy figure, saree ki fold se dikhti uski kamar, aur rone ki wajah se uthte-girte uske bhaari seene ko dekhkar Asad ki dark aur shaatir aakhein ek thandi aur hawas-bhari bhookh (lust) se bhar gayi. Wo wahan thehar gaya, apni laal daadhi par haath pherte hue uska pura focus uss husn ko deeply observe karne aur us daal ke kaale hisse ko samjhne mein lag gaya.
Pillar ke peeche khada woh aadmi aur koi nahi, 58 saal ka Asaduddin Qureshi tha.
Asaduddin Qureshi, jo 'Shakti Security Pvt. Ltd.' ka eklauta owner tha. Yeh wahi company thi jiske through Dara, Banke aur hazaron dusre watchmen poore Mumbai aur aapas ke ilaqon mein security ki duty karte the. Aaj subah hi Asad ke office mein phone aaya tha ki unka ek watchman, Dara, kisi jhagde mein buri tarah pit gaya hai aur uski haalat bohot nazuk hai. Halanki Asad apne kisi mamuli watchman ki aisi fikar nahi karta tha, par kyunki ye mamla security officers ke pass ja sakta tha aur Dara serious tha, toh wo sirf ek nazar maarne aur damage control ke iraade se is sarkaari aspatal tak chala aaya tha.
Lekin jaise hi wo ward mein ghusa, uske paon zameen par jaise jam se gaye. Uski nazar ekdum se uss aurat par pad gayi thi, jo tight dark green silk saree mein Dara ke bed ke paas khadi bilakh rahi thi.
Asad ek purana khiladi tha. Uski puri zindagi kaafi hadd tak underworld aur jurm ki duniya ke ird-gird beeti thi. Jawaani mein wo 2-3 baar extortion aur bheed-bhad ke cases mein saalon tak jail ki hawa bhi kha chuka tha. Jab umar thodi dhalne lagi, toh usne apni 'muscle power' aur underworld connections ka istemaal karke legally yeh security company khol li aur set ho gaya. Mumbai mein jagah-jagah par uski benaami properties thi jo usne apne usi purane kaale dhan (black money) se khareedi thi.
Uski shakhsiyat apne aap mein kisi chalti-phirti kahani jaisi thi. Asad ne ek dhila-dhala safed Pathani suit pehna hua tha, jiske collar aur cuffs hamesha kade rehte the. Sar par ek jaalidaar ..,. topi thi, aur uske chehre par ek ghani lambi daadhi thi jo uske chest tak aati thi. Yeh daadhi usne mehendi laga kar bilkul laal rang ki dye kar rakhi thi, jo uske shatir chehre ko ek ajab si dabdabe wali look deti thi. Uske aas-paas se ek bohot tez, meethi aur bhaari 'ittar' ki khushboo aati thi jo itni strong thi ki aas-paas ki phenyl ki badboo uske aage pheeki pad jaati thi.
Jaise-jaise Asad Menaka ki aahon aur uske phadakte hue hont ko dekh raha tha, uska tajurbekaar dimaag poori speed se chalne laga. Usne socha, "Ek ekdum Bollywood ki nayika jaisi khubsoorat aur ameer memsaab... jiska figure dekh kar hi pata chalta hai ki yeh kisi aam ghar ki aurat nahi hai... wo itni subah ek do-kaudi ke maamuli security guard ke bed ke paas aakar foot-foot kar kyu ro rahi hai?" Asad ko saalon ki samajh ne turant ishaara de diya tha—*Daal mein sirf kaala nahi hai, poori ki poori daal hi kaali hai.*
Par uske shaatir dimaag se bada bhukamp uske jism mein aa raha tha. Asad ki zindagi mein uski 3 biwiyan aur kareeb 12 bacche the. Uski teeno biwiyan Mumbai ke alag-alag ilaqon mein apne bacchon ke sath rehti thi, aur Asad apni marzi se kabhi-kabhi unse milne chala jata tha. Lekin uski sabhi biwiyan ab 50 saal ki umar par kar chuki thi aur unke shareer poori tarah bad-dhaul ho chuke the. Poshida baaton mein kaha jaye toh Asaduddin Qureshi ka bedroom kaafi saalo se poori tarah se "thanda" pada hua tha. Umr aur thakan ne uske andar ki uss bhookh ko kuchal diya tha.
Lekin aaj... aaj is government ward ki gandagi ke beech ek chamakti hui heere jaisi aurat ko dekh kar uske andar wo aag wapas bhadak uthi jo kaafi saalo se dafan thi. Menaka ke curvy figure, saree ki fold se dikhti uski kamar, aur rone ki wajah se uthte-girte uske bhaari seene ko dekhkar Asad ki dark aur shaatir aakhein ek thandi aur hawas-bhari bhookh (lust) se bhar gayi. Wo wahan thehar gaya, apni laal daadhi par haath pherte hue uska pura focus uss husn ko deeply observe karne aur us daal ke kaale hisse ko samjhne mein lag gaya.
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