Delhi ki garmi us din bhi normal se zyada thi. Mayur Vihar Phase-1 ke us 3 BHK flat mein AC ki awaaz chal rahi thi, kitchen se zeera-jeera wali daal ki khushboo aa rahi thi, aur Saima kitchen counter ke paas khadi thi — 29 saal, do bacchon ki maa, lekin dekhne mein abhi bhi aisi ke log pehli nazar mein umar ka andaza nahi laga paate.
Kaale lambe baal loose the, halka makeup, slim-waist pe cream colour ka kurta jo body pe chipka hua tha, neeche tight black jeggings. Figure aisa tha jo kapde chhupaate nahi, dikhate the. Chest heavy, kamar patli, heaps round. Rehan aksar kehta tha “tu ghar pe bhi aise kapde kyun pehenti hai”, Saima hans ke jawab deti — “apne ghar mein apni marzi.”
Doorbell baji.
Rehan ne darwaza khola. Bahar Jamil khada tha — ek suitcase, ek backpack, aur woh body jo Rehan ke dimaag mein “relative” ke box mein fit nahi karti thi. Chhada hua seena, moti gardan, tight T-shirt ke neeche veins, baazu aise jaise gym se seedha aaya ho. Height Rehan se 3-4 inch zyada. Chehra seedha, beard trim, aankhein thodi patli — lekin muskurahat itni simple thi ke Rehan turant bol padha:
“Arre bhai, aagaye? Andar aao, kitni garmi hai bahar.”
Jamil ne haath milaya. Grip tight thi.
“Rehan bhai, takleef nahi deni thi. Bas 10-12 din ka kaam hai dilli mein. Hotel mehnga pad raha tha.”
“Kaun si takleef? Saima se baat ho chuki hai. Teesra room khali hi pada hai. Bacche college jaate hain, ghar bada hai. Rahiye aaram se.”
Saima peeche se aayi. Jamil ne usko dekha — ek second zyada. Itna nahi ke Rehan notice kare, lekin itna zaroor ke Saima ke andar ek ajeeb si chubhan hui.
“Adaab,” Saima ne kaha, aankh nicha karke.
“Adaab bhabhi.” Jamil ki awaaz bhaari thi, lekin andaaz namr. “Aapne itni mehman-nawazi kar di.”
Rehan hans pada. “Arre yeh koi mehman nahi, ghar ka hi hai. Saima, chai bana de. Main iska bag room mein rakh aata hoon.”
Jamil ke liye jo room diya gaya tha woh balcony wala tha. Window se colony ki gali dikhti thi, saamne dusre flats ke kitchen. Rehan sochta raha — kitna seedha aadmi hai. Family mein sab kehte the Jamil thoda kam bolta hai, ..,. hai, kisi se jhagra nahi karta. Rehan ko yahi pasand tha. Dilli mein aadmi kam milte hain jo ghar aake seedhe rehte hain.
Lekin Jamil jab akela room mein aaya, suitcase khola, pehle phone silent kiya. Phir usne dheere se darwaza band kiya aur balcony ki side se living area ki jhalak li.
Saima kitchen mein thi. Kurta upar uthate hue usne upar wala shelf liya. Jeggings kamar pe tight. Peeth ki line saaf dikh rahi thi. Jamil ne kuch second dekha, phir muskuraaya — woh muskurahat jo Rehan ne kabhi nahi dekhi thi.
*Seedha?*
Andar se uske dimaag mein sirf ek baat thi: *Yeh ghar, yeh aurat, yeh pati jo mujhe bhola samajh raha hai.*
Raat ka khana simple tha — roti, chicken qorma, salad. Bacche pehle so gaye the, unka room band. Dining table pe teeno baithe. Rehan office ki complaint kar raha tha — “yaar yeh dilli ki job khati hai aadmi ko. Roz 10-7, traffic, boss.”
Jamil sun raha tha, beech-beech mein “haan bhai” karta. Saima chupchaap serve karti. Kabhi-kabhi uth ke kitchen jaati. Jab woh uthti, Jamil ki nazar ek pal uske hips pe rukti, phir plate pe aa jaati. Rehan ko kuch nahi dikha.
Khana ke baad Rehan TV on karta. Saima bartan dhone chali. Jamil ne help ke liye kitchen ki taraf kadam badhaya.
“Main kar loongi,” Saima ne kaha, thoda tez.
“Koi baat nahi bhabhi, haath mil jaaye toh jaldi ho jata hai.”
Woh sink ke paas khada ho gaya. Kitchen chhota tha. Do log hon toh kandhe takraate hain. Saima ke baaju se Jamil ka baazu laga. Uske body se halki cologne + garmi ki smell aa rahi thi. Saima ne ek second saans roki, phir bartan tez-tez manjane lagi.
“Aapke bacche kitne pyaare hain,” Jamil ne quietly kaha. “Aur aap… ghar sambhal rahi ho, shakal se thakawati nahi lagti.”
Saima ne muh nahi ghumaaya. “Shukriya.”
“Rehan bhai lucky hain.”
Yeh line simple thi. Itni simple ke gila nahi kar sakti thi. Lekin Saima ke kaan mein woh line thodi der tak ghunti rahi.
Raat ko 12 bajke Rehan so gaya. Usne Saima ko bhi side pe kheench liya, ek kiss ki, haath uski kamar tak gaya, phir thakaan mein so gaya. Normal. Roz ka.
Saima 10 minute aankh band karke padi rahi. Phir uth ke bathroom gayi. Wahan usne aaine mein khud ko dekha.
Night dress aaj wahi thi jo Rehan ko pasand thi — maroon satin, patli straps, neeche thigh tak. Andar matching panty. Figure aaine mein clearly kat raha tha. 29 saal, do delivery ke baad bhi pet tight, chest heavy. Usne khud se kaha — *kuch soch mat. Relative hai. Rehan ka bharosa hai.*
Wapas aayi toh living room ke through jaana pada. Teesre room ka darwaza halka sa khula tha. Andar light nahi thi. Sirf phone ki screen ki glow.
Jamil bed pe baitha tha, seedha. Usne Saima ko night dress mein dekha — ek lamha lamba. Saima ne pace tez ki, apne room mein ghusi, darwaza band kiya.
Us raat neend late aayi.
Doosre din subah Rehan office nikal gaya 8:40 pe. Bacche college van se. Ghar mein Saima aur Jamil.
Saima soch rahi thi Jamil bhi nikal jaayega kaam pe. Lekin Jamil kitchen mein chai bana raha tha, sirf lower pe, upar black vest. Body poori nazar aa rahi thi — chest, pet ke upar lines, baazu.
“Bhabhi, aapke liye bhi nikaal doon?”
Saima ne dupatta sambhala. Aaj usne socha tha normal suit pehnungi, lekin subah jaldi mein peach colour ka short kurta aur white tight pant pehan li thi. Ghar ka kapda. Ghar mein hi toh thi.
“Main bana leti,” usne kaha.
“Ho gayi hai.” Jamil ne cup extend kiya. Ungliyon ka touch cup ke edge pe hua. Chhota sa. Galti jaisa.
Saima cup leke sofa pe baith gayi. Jamil saamne wale single seater pe. TV off tha. Sirf AC.
“Aapka kaam kahan hai dilli mein?” Saima ne baat ghumayi.
“Okhla side. Kuch documents, kuch log milne hain. Aaj shaam ko nikalunga. Subah… socha rest kar loon.”
Woh Saima ko dekh raha tha jaise baat sun raha ho. Lekin uski nazar kabhi uske gale pe jaati, kabhi kurta ke neckline pe, kabhi uske pair jo sofa pe fold the.
Saima ko ehsaas ho raha tha. Usne pair neeche utaar liye.
Dupahar ko Saima apne room mein kapde change kar rahi thi. Door poora band nahi kiya tha — ghar mein aadat thi, Rehan ke time pe bhi kabhi-kabhi adhkhula rehta. Usne kurta utara, bra adjust ki. Tab usne feeling li ke koi nazar hai.
Corridor ke sheeshe mein, halki si reflection.
Jamil bathroom se laut raha tha. Ruka. Ek second, do second. Phir pair tez karke apne room chala gaya.
Saima ke haath kaam karna bhool gaye. Dil tez tha. Gussa bhi aaya — *kameena, dekh raha tha.*
Saath mein ek aur feeling aayi jise usne turant daba diya.
Shaam ko Rehan aaya, normal. “Jamil kaise hai? Takleef to nahi de raha?”
Saima kitchen mein thi, dinner pe. “Nahi. Bahut seedha hai.”
Rehan prasann ho gaya. “Maine kaha tha na. Family ka hai. Tension mat lo.”
Raat ko khane ke baad Rehan call pe lag gaya, balcony mein. Saima bartan. Jamil is baar help ke liye nahi aaya. Living room mein TV lagaye baitha tha.
Jab Saima bartan khatam karke nikalti, Jamil ne remote se volume kam kiya.
“Bhabhi, ek baat poochun?”
Saima ruki.
“Rehan bhai roz itne late aate hain. Aap akeli nahi ghabraati yahan?”
“Dilli hai. Aadat ho gayi.”
Jamil ne dheere se kaha, “Agar kabhi kuch kaam ho, market, bottle, kuch bhi… main hoon na.”
Line care ki thi. Andar se ownership ki.
Saima ne sirf itna kaha, “Theek hai.” Aur nikal gayi.
Teejri raat.
Bacche soye. Rehan 12 baje so gaya, thak ke. Saima ko neend nahi aa rahi thi. Woh uth ke paani lene gayi.
Kitchen dark tha, sirf chimney light. Usne glass liya. Peeth ke peeche se awaaz aayi.
“Neend nahi aa rahi?”
Saima palati. Jamil fridge ke paas, sirf lower, vest nahi. Body pe paseena nahi, bas garmi. Woh kareeb aa gaya, lekin touch nahi kiya.
“Aap tension mein ho,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Chehre pe dikhta hai.”
“Kuch nahi hai.”
“Hai. Aur aap chhupa rahi ho Rehan bhai se. Woh samajhte hain main seedha hoon.”
Saima ka glass hath mein kamp gaya.
Jamil ne aage ek kadam liya. Ab distance kam thi. Uske seeney ki garmi Saima tak aa rahi thi.
“Main seedha nahi hoon, Saima.” Pehli baar usne bhabhi nahi, naam liya. “Lekin ghar mein tab tak seedha rahoonga jab tak tum khud na bolo. Ya jab tak tumhara pati so raha ho.”
Saima bol nahi paayi. Woh peeche hatti, counter se back lag gayi.
Jamil ne haath nahi lagaya. Sirf itna kaha:
“Kal subah Rehan bhai nikalenge. Bacche college. Uske baad ghar mein do log honge. Soch lena.”
Phir woh palat ke apne room chala gaya. Darwaza is baar poora band kiya.
Saima kitchen mein 2 minute khadi rahi. Satin night dress mein saans tez thi. Gale pe paseena. Uski panty already thodi si geeli thi — gusse se, darr se, ya us cheez se jiska naam woh nahi lena chahti thi.
Usne glass rakh diya. Apne room gayi. Rehan ke bagal mein leti. Rehan ne neend mein haath daal diya uske pet pe.
Saima ki aankh chhat pe thi.
Kal subah ghar khali hone wala tha.
Aur teesre room mein jo aadmi so raha tha, Rehan usko abhi bhi seedha samajh raha tha.
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Kaale lambe baal loose the, halka makeup, slim-waist pe cream colour ka kurta jo body pe chipka hua tha, neeche tight black jeggings. Figure aisa tha jo kapde chhupaate nahi, dikhate the. Chest heavy, kamar patli, heaps round. Rehan aksar kehta tha “tu ghar pe bhi aise kapde kyun pehenti hai”, Saima hans ke jawab deti — “apne ghar mein apni marzi.”
Doorbell baji.
Rehan ne darwaza khola. Bahar Jamil khada tha — ek suitcase, ek backpack, aur woh body jo Rehan ke dimaag mein “relative” ke box mein fit nahi karti thi. Chhada hua seena, moti gardan, tight T-shirt ke neeche veins, baazu aise jaise gym se seedha aaya ho. Height Rehan se 3-4 inch zyada. Chehra seedha, beard trim, aankhein thodi patli — lekin muskurahat itni simple thi ke Rehan turant bol padha:
“Arre bhai, aagaye? Andar aao, kitni garmi hai bahar.”
Jamil ne haath milaya. Grip tight thi.
“Rehan bhai, takleef nahi deni thi. Bas 10-12 din ka kaam hai dilli mein. Hotel mehnga pad raha tha.”
“Kaun si takleef? Saima se baat ho chuki hai. Teesra room khali hi pada hai. Bacche college jaate hain, ghar bada hai. Rahiye aaram se.”
Saima peeche se aayi. Jamil ne usko dekha — ek second zyada. Itna nahi ke Rehan notice kare, lekin itna zaroor ke Saima ke andar ek ajeeb si chubhan hui.
“Adaab,” Saima ne kaha, aankh nicha karke.
“Adaab bhabhi.” Jamil ki awaaz bhaari thi, lekin andaaz namr. “Aapne itni mehman-nawazi kar di.”
Rehan hans pada. “Arre yeh koi mehman nahi, ghar ka hi hai. Saima, chai bana de. Main iska bag room mein rakh aata hoon.”
Jamil ke liye jo room diya gaya tha woh balcony wala tha. Window se colony ki gali dikhti thi, saamne dusre flats ke kitchen. Rehan sochta raha — kitna seedha aadmi hai. Family mein sab kehte the Jamil thoda kam bolta hai, ..,. hai, kisi se jhagra nahi karta. Rehan ko yahi pasand tha. Dilli mein aadmi kam milte hain jo ghar aake seedhe rehte hain.
Lekin Jamil jab akela room mein aaya, suitcase khola, pehle phone silent kiya. Phir usne dheere se darwaza band kiya aur balcony ki side se living area ki jhalak li.
Saima kitchen mein thi. Kurta upar uthate hue usne upar wala shelf liya. Jeggings kamar pe tight. Peeth ki line saaf dikh rahi thi. Jamil ne kuch second dekha, phir muskuraaya — woh muskurahat jo Rehan ne kabhi nahi dekhi thi.
*Seedha?*
Andar se uske dimaag mein sirf ek baat thi: *Yeh ghar, yeh aurat, yeh pati jo mujhe bhola samajh raha hai.*
Raat ka khana simple tha — roti, chicken qorma, salad. Bacche pehle so gaye the, unka room band. Dining table pe teeno baithe. Rehan office ki complaint kar raha tha — “yaar yeh dilli ki job khati hai aadmi ko. Roz 10-7, traffic, boss.”
Jamil sun raha tha, beech-beech mein “haan bhai” karta. Saima chupchaap serve karti. Kabhi-kabhi uth ke kitchen jaati. Jab woh uthti, Jamil ki nazar ek pal uske hips pe rukti, phir plate pe aa jaati. Rehan ko kuch nahi dikha.
Khana ke baad Rehan TV on karta. Saima bartan dhone chali. Jamil ne help ke liye kitchen ki taraf kadam badhaya.
“Main kar loongi,” Saima ne kaha, thoda tez.
“Koi baat nahi bhabhi, haath mil jaaye toh jaldi ho jata hai.”
Woh sink ke paas khada ho gaya. Kitchen chhota tha. Do log hon toh kandhe takraate hain. Saima ke baaju se Jamil ka baazu laga. Uske body se halki cologne + garmi ki smell aa rahi thi. Saima ne ek second saans roki, phir bartan tez-tez manjane lagi.
“Aapke bacche kitne pyaare hain,” Jamil ne quietly kaha. “Aur aap… ghar sambhal rahi ho, shakal se thakawati nahi lagti.”
Saima ne muh nahi ghumaaya. “Shukriya.”
“Rehan bhai lucky hain.”
Yeh line simple thi. Itni simple ke gila nahi kar sakti thi. Lekin Saima ke kaan mein woh line thodi der tak ghunti rahi.
Raat ko 12 bajke Rehan so gaya. Usne Saima ko bhi side pe kheench liya, ek kiss ki, haath uski kamar tak gaya, phir thakaan mein so gaya. Normal. Roz ka.
Saima 10 minute aankh band karke padi rahi. Phir uth ke bathroom gayi. Wahan usne aaine mein khud ko dekha.
Night dress aaj wahi thi jo Rehan ko pasand thi — maroon satin, patli straps, neeche thigh tak. Andar matching panty. Figure aaine mein clearly kat raha tha. 29 saal, do delivery ke baad bhi pet tight, chest heavy. Usne khud se kaha — *kuch soch mat. Relative hai. Rehan ka bharosa hai.*
Wapas aayi toh living room ke through jaana pada. Teesre room ka darwaza halka sa khula tha. Andar light nahi thi. Sirf phone ki screen ki glow.
Jamil bed pe baitha tha, seedha. Usne Saima ko night dress mein dekha — ek lamha lamba. Saima ne pace tez ki, apne room mein ghusi, darwaza band kiya.
Us raat neend late aayi.
Doosre din subah Rehan office nikal gaya 8:40 pe. Bacche college van se. Ghar mein Saima aur Jamil.
Saima soch rahi thi Jamil bhi nikal jaayega kaam pe. Lekin Jamil kitchen mein chai bana raha tha, sirf lower pe, upar black vest. Body poori nazar aa rahi thi — chest, pet ke upar lines, baazu.
“Bhabhi, aapke liye bhi nikaal doon?”
Saima ne dupatta sambhala. Aaj usne socha tha normal suit pehnungi, lekin subah jaldi mein peach colour ka short kurta aur white tight pant pehan li thi. Ghar ka kapda. Ghar mein hi toh thi.
“Main bana leti,” usne kaha.
“Ho gayi hai.” Jamil ne cup extend kiya. Ungliyon ka touch cup ke edge pe hua. Chhota sa. Galti jaisa.
Saima cup leke sofa pe baith gayi. Jamil saamne wale single seater pe. TV off tha. Sirf AC.
“Aapka kaam kahan hai dilli mein?” Saima ne baat ghumayi.
“Okhla side. Kuch documents, kuch log milne hain. Aaj shaam ko nikalunga. Subah… socha rest kar loon.”
Woh Saima ko dekh raha tha jaise baat sun raha ho. Lekin uski nazar kabhi uske gale pe jaati, kabhi kurta ke neckline pe, kabhi uske pair jo sofa pe fold the.
Saima ko ehsaas ho raha tha. Usne pair neeche utaar liye.
Dupahar ko Saima apne room mein kapde change kar rahi thi. Door poora band nahi kiya tha — ghar mein aadat thi, Rehan ke time pe bhi kabhi-kabhi adhkhula rehta. Usne kurta utara, bra adjust ki. Tab usne feeling li ke koi nazar hai.
Corridor ke sheeshe mein, halki si reflection.
Jamil bathroom se laut raha tha. Ruka. Ek second, do second. Phir pair tez karke apne room chala gaya.
Saima ke haath kaam karna bhool gaye. Dil tez tha. Gussa bhi aaya — *kameena, dekh raha tha.*
Saath mein ek aur feeling aayi jise usne turant daba diya.
Shaam ko Rehan aaya, normal. “Jamil kaise hai? Takleef to nahi de raha?”
Saima kitchen mein thi, dinner pe. “Nahi. Bahut seedha hai.”
Rehan prasann ho gaya. “Maine kaha tha na. Family ka hai. Tension mat lo.”
Raat ko khane ke baad Rehan call pe lag gaya, balcony mein. Saima bartan. Jamil is baar help ke liye nahi aaya. Living room mein TV lagaye baitha tha.
Jab Saima bartan khatam karke nikalti, Jamil ne remote se volume kam kiya.
“Bhabhi, ek baat poochun?”
Saima ruki.
“Rehan bhai roz itne late aate hain. Aap akeli nahi ghabraati yahan?”
“Dilli hai. Aadat ho gayi.”
Jamil ne dheere se kaha, “Agar kabhi kuch kaam ho, market, bottle, kuch bhi… main hoon na.”
Line care ki thi. Andar se ownership ki.
Saima ne sirf itna kaha, “Theek hai.” Aur nikal gayi.
Teejri raat.
Bacche soye. Rehan 12 baje so gaya, thak ke. Saima ko neend nahi aa rahi thi. Woh uth ke paani lene gayi.
Kitchen dark tha, sirf chimney light. Usne glass liya. Peeth ke peeche se awaaz aayi.
“Neend nahi aa rahi?”
Saima palati. Jamil fridge ke paas, sirf lower, vest nahi. Body pe paseena nahi, bas garmi. Woh kareeb aa gaya, lekin touch nahi kiya.
“Aap tension mein ho,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Chehre pe dikhta hai.”
“Kuch nahi hai.”
“Hai. Aur aap chhupa rahi ho Rehan bhai se. Woh samajhte hain main seedha hoon.”
Saima ka glass hath mein kamp gaya.
Jamil ne aage ek kadam liya. Ab distance kam thi. Uske seeney ki garmi Saima tak aa rahi thi.
“Main seedha nahi hoon, Saima.” Pehli baar usne bhabhi nahi, naam liya. “Lekin ghar mein tab tak seedha rahoonga jab tak tum khud na bolo. Ya jab tak tumhara pati so raha ho.”
Saima bol nahi paayi. Woh peeche hatti, counter se back lag gayi.
Jamil ne haath nahi lagaya. Sirf itna kaha:
“Kal subah Rehan bhai nikalenge. Bacche college. Uske baad ghar mein do log honge. Soch lena.”
Phir woh palat ke apne room chala gaya. Darwaza is baar poora band kiya.
Saima kitchen mein 2 minute khadi rahi. Satin night dress mein saans tez thi. Gale pe paseena. Uski panty already thodi si geeli thi — gusse se, darr se, ya us cheez se jiska naam woh nahi lena chahti thi.
Usne glass rakh diya. Apne room gayi. Rehan ke bagal mein leti. Rehan ne neend mein haath daal diya uske pet pe.
Saima ki aankh chhat pe thi.
Kal subah ghar khali hone wala tha.
Aur teesre room mein jo aadmi so raha tha, Rehan usko abhi bhi seedha samajh raha tha.
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