Adultery Pativrata Mummy Ki Anjaan Uncle Se Mulaqat

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        CHAPTER 1 — WOH SUBAH KUCH ALAG THI
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Subah ke chhe bhi nahi baje the.

Gali abhi aadhi neend mein thi. Kahin door kisi mandir ki ghanti ki halki si awaaz hawa mein tair rahi thi. Ek doodhwala apni cycle ke saath gali ke kone se guzra, aur uske baad phir wahi shaant si subah.

Lekin ghar ke andar din shuru ho chuka tha.

Rasoi se bartan takrane ki halki awaaz aa rahi thi. Chulhe par chai ubal rahi thi, aur uske saamne Sonam khadi thi.

"Bas... bas..."

Usne turant gas dheemi kar di, warna chai hamesha ki tarah upar aa jaati.

"Subah-subah ek kaam bhi chain se nahi hota."

Woh khud se hi badbadayi aur phir muskurayi. Ye uski aadat thi. Ghar mein koi sun raha ho ya nahi, Sonam apne aap se baatein karti rehti thi.

Chavalis saal ki Sonam ki subah alarm se nahi hoti thi. Uski aankh khud hi khul jaati thi. Saalon se ek hi routine tha—sabse pehle uthna, rasoi sambhalna, chai banana, nashta sochna, pati ka tiffin dekhna aur phir ek-ek karke ghar ke baaki logon ko jagana.

Uski zindagi mein bade twists kam the. Uske din chhoti-chhoti zimmedariyon se bhare hue the. Aur shayad isi mein usse sukoon milta tha.

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Sonam ne chai chhaani aur do cups tray mein rakh diye. Ek cup apni saas ke liye, doosra apne pati ke liye. Apne liye chai woh baad mein peeti thi—hamesha baad mein. Pehle ghar, phir sabke kaam, aur sabse aakhir mein khud.

Woh tray lekar drawing room ki taraf badhi hi thi ki peeche se pairon ki aahat sunai di.

"Arre mummy, meri chai?"

Sonam ne mudkar dekha. Uska bada beta aankhen malta hua khada tha.

"Abhi toh uthe ho aur chai yaad aa gayi?"
"Mummy, student hoon. Chai zaroori hai."
"Achha? Kal raat do baje tak phone chalana zaroori nahi tha?"

Beta ek pal ko chup ho gaya. "Phone nahi... padhai kar raha tha."

Sonam ne bhaun uthayi, "Haan haan, mujhe sab pata hai."

Beta hans diya, "Achha mummy, meri chai?"
"Kitchen mein hai. Khud le lo."
"Please?"
Sonam ne nakhre se use dekha, "Baitho. Laati hoon."
"Best mummy."
"Zyada butter mat lagao."

Sonam phir rasoi mein chali gayi. Uske chehre par ek halki si muskaan thi. Ghar mein bade bete ki ye chhoti-chhoti shararatein use achhi lagti thi.

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Chhota beta ab ghar mein nahi tha. College ke pehle saal ke liye doosre shehar gaya hua tha. Uske jaane ke baad ghar kuch khaali-khaali sa lagne laga tha.

Uska kamra waise hi tha. Kitabein ek taraf, purani cricket bat doosri taraf, almari mein kapde, aur bed ke kone par pada woh cushion jise woh jaane se pehle bolkar gaya tha—

"Mummy, ise hatana mat. Main wapas aakar use karunga."

Sonam ne aaj tak nahi hataya tha. Kabhi-kabhi woh kamre mein jaakar bas do minute khadi rehti, phir bina kisi ko bataye bahar aa jaati.

Aaj bhi usne subah kamra khola tha. Khidki se aati halki roshni bed par pad rahi thi. Sonam ne chadar theek ki aur cushion ko wahi rehne diya.

"Kitne din ho gaye..." Uske muh se dheere se nikla.

Phir phone ki taraf dekha. Koi message nahi tha. 

"Weekend par karega phone," usne khud ko samjhaya aur darwaza band kar diya.

Usse kya pata tha ki aaj ka din uske routine mein ek chhota sa badlav lekar aane wala tha. Aisa badlav jo us waqt bilkul chhota lagega, bilkul aam... Lekin baad mein yaad karne par, shayad sabse zyada khaas.

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Kareeb saat baje ghar poori tarah jaag chuka tha. Pati nashta kar rahe the, saas apni chai lekar verandah mein baithi thi. Bada beta apni kitaab kholkar baitha zaroor tha, lekin Sonam ko poora yakeen tha ki padhai se zyada uska dhyan mobile par hai.

"Phone neeche rakho," Sonam ne bina dekhe hi kaha.

Beta chaunk gaya, "Mummy, aapko kaise pata?"
"Main tumhari maa hoon."
"Ye toh cheating hai."
"Cheating nahi, experience hai."

Saas halki si hans padi. Ghar mein ek normal si garmahat thi. Wahi roz ka mahaul, wahi log, wahi awaazein, wahi zindagi.

Tabhi bahar se gate khulne ki awaaz aayi—Kharr...

Sonam ne pal bhar ke liye sir uthaya, "Kaun aaya itni subah?"
Pati ne bhi bahar ki taraf dekha, "Shayad koi pados mein..."

Baat poori bhi nahi hui thi ki verandah se awaaz aayi—
"Sonam!"

Sonam ekdum ruk gayi. Awaaz pehchaanne mein use ek second bhi nahi laga.

"Papa?"

Woh lagbhag daudti hui darwaze ki taraf gayi. Aur agle hi pal uske chehre par woh muskaan thi jo subah se ab tak kisi ne nahi dekhi thi.

Darwaze par uske papa khade the. Ek haath mein purana sa bag, doosre kandhe par gamchha. Chehre par safar ki thodi thakan, lekin aankhon mein wahi apnapan.

"Papa!"
"Arre meri beti!"

Sonam ne unke haath se bag le liya, "Aapne bataya kyun nahi ki aa rahe ho?"
"Batata toh tum itni khush thodi hoti."
"Main waise bhi khush hoti."
"Achha?"
"Bilkul."

Nana hans pade. Sonam ne unhe andar bulaya, "Aaiye, pehle baithiye. Paani laati hoon."
"Arey pehle mujhe apni beti ko toh dekh lene de."
Sonam hansi, "Main yahin hoon papa."
"Tu theek hai na?"
"Bilkul."

Nana ne use ek baar dhyan se dekha. Phir jaise tasalli ho gayi, "Achha hai."

Sonam ke liye ye do shabd hi kaafi the. Usne paani ka glass unke saamne rakha aur paas baith gayi.

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Kuch der tak ghar mein sirf baatein hoti rahi. Gaon ki, purane rishtedaron ki, pados ke logon ki, aur beech-beech mein nana ke purane kisse.

Bada beta bhi unke paas aa baitha, "Nanaji, gaon mein sab theek?"
"Sab badhiya. Lekin tum dono bhaiyon mein se chhota wala kahan hai?"
"College."
"Achha haan," Nana ne sir hilaya, "Kitna bada ho gaya hoga."

Sonam ne dheere se kaha, "Kaafi yaad karta hai aapko."
"Main bhi karta hoon."

Ek pal ke liye Sonam chup ho gaya. Phir nana ne achanak kaha—

"Waise kal mere saath mandir chalogi?"

Sonam ne turant unki taraf dekha, "Kal?"
"Haan. Yahan ka woh bada mandir... bahut naam suna hai uska. Kaafi din se mann tha darshan karne ka."
"Toh chalenge na."
"Tu le jayegi?"
"Ismein poochne ki kya baat hai?"

Nana muskura diye, "Subah jaldi nikalna padega."
"Jitni jaldi bolo."
"Achha."

Nana ne chai ka cup uthaya. Phir jaise unhe kuch yaad aaya, "Ek aur baat hai."
"Kya?"
"Us shehar mein mera ek purana dost rehta hai."
"Achha?"
"Haan. Bahut purana dost hai. Kaafi saalon se mila nahi."
"Toh unse bhi mil lena."
"Milunga."

Nana ne jeb se phone nikala, "Unka beta bhi wahi hai."
Sonam ne bas aadhi nazar se unki taraf dekha, "Achha."
"Security department mein hai. Abhi kuch hi din pehle uski posting hui hai."
"Hmm."
"Main use phone kar deta hoon. Bata deta hoon ki kal hum aa rahe hain."

Sonam ne koi khaas dhyan nahi diya. Uske liye woh bas ek naam tha. Ek aise aadmi ka naam jise usne kabhi dekha nahi tha, jiski awaaz tak nahi suni thi, jiske baare mein usse kuch pata nahi tha.

Nana ne number dial kiya. Phone speaker par nahi tha, isliye Sonam ko doosri taraf se kuch sunai nahi diya. Woh uthkar rasoi ki taraf jaane lagi.

Tabhi nana ki awaaz uske peeche se aayi—
"Haan beta... main kal aa raha hoon. Mere saath Sonam bhi hogi."

Sonam ek pal ke liye ruki. Phir bina mudhe rasoi mein chali gayi.

Uske liye kal bas ek mandir ka safar tha. Ek subah ghar se nikalna, darshan karna, papa ko wapas laana, aur shaam tak phir wahi roz ki zindagi.

Us waqt Sonam ko bilkul andaaza nahi tha... ki kal ke us chhote se safar mein ek anjaan aadmi bhi uski kahani ka hissa banne wala tha.

[Wasifahim]

nice plot and congrats for the thread

[Zeva Raisa]

bahut bahut shandaar shuruwat

[Asif.]

Just awesome and superb start! Please don't hurry up for early sex encounter. Please let there be slow and steady seductions by uncle and heart and soul resistances by mom not to fall into uncle's evil sex trap so easily. Please also add erotic and double meaning naughty conversations between mom and uncle and please don't involve the son directly in his conservative and faithful mom's illicit and forbidden affaires with uncle. Please let him secretly watch his loving mom's illicit and forbidden affaires with uncle and enjoy unwanted and forbidden sexual pleasure and excitement.

[Xena]

Wow! Beautiful start.

[Xena]

Just awesome and superb start! Please don't hurry up for early sex encounter. Please let there be slow and steady seductions by uncle and heart and soul resistances by mom not to fall into uncle's evil sex trap so easily. Please also add erotic and double meaning naughty conversations between mom and uncle and please don't involve the son directly in his conservative and faithful mom's illicit and forbidden affaires with uncle. Please let him secretly watch his loving mom's illicit and forbidden affaires with uncle and enjoy unwanted and forbidden sexual pleasure and excitement.

Right

[Xossiy]

Just awesome and superb start! Please don't hurry up for early sex encounter. Please let there be slow and steady seductions by uncle and heart and soul resistances by mom not to fall into uncle's evil sex trap so easily. Please also add erotic and double meaning naughty conversations between mom and uncle and please don't involve the son directly in his conservative and faithful mom's illicit and forbidden affaires with uncle. Please let him secretly watch his loving mom's illicit and forbidden affaires with uncle and enjoy unwanted and forbidden sexual pleasure and excitement.

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[Lusty_bOOz]

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          CHAPTER 2 — ANJAAN MOD PAR PEHLI AAHAT
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Nana ke aane se ghar ka mahaul thoda badal gaya tha. Aisa nahi tha ki ghar mein pehle khushi nahi hoti thi, bas nana ke saath ek alag hi tarah ki ronak aa jaati thi. Unki awaaz, unke purane kisse, har doosri baat mein kisi na kisi rishtedaar ka zikr, aur sabse zyada... Sonam ka unke aas-paas rehna. Jaise beti banne ki uski purani aadat abhi bhi kahin andar zinda thi.

Dopahar ka waqt ho chuka tha. Sonam rasoi mein khadi sabzi kaat rahi thi aur Nana verandah mein kursi par baithe akhbaar padh rahe the. Kabhi-kabhi akhbaar neeche karte aur ghar ke andar jhaank lete.

"Sonam!"

"Ji, Papa?"

"Kitne baje chalna hai kal?"

Sonam ne chaku chalate-chalate jawab diya, "Aap batao."

"Subah jaldi nikalte hain."

"Kitni jaldi?"

"Suraj nikalne se pehle."

Sonam ek pal ke liye ruk gayi. "Papa, mandir ja rahe hain ya teerth yatra?"

Nana zor se hans pade. "Arre bheed se bachna hai."

"Achha," Sonam ne phir sabzi kaatni shuru kar di. "Toh paanch baje?"

"Paanch baje theek hai."

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Sonam ne mann hi mann kal ka poora hisaab laga liya—paanch baje nikalna hai, matlab chaar baje uthna padega. Chai banani hogi, nashta banana hoga, pati ka tiffin bhi dekhna padega, saas ke liye subah ki chai, bade bete ko bhi kuch khane ko dena hoga... aur phir Papa ko lekar nikalna hoga.

Usne ek gehri saans li. Kaam badh gaya tha, lekin ajeeb baat thi ki use thakaan mehsoos nahi ho rahi thi. Papa ke saath kahin jaana use hamesha achha lagta tha. Bachpan mein bhi jab Papa use mela dikhane le jaate the, toh Sonam poori raat excitement mein soti nahi thi. Ab woh badi ho gayi thi, shaadi ho gayi thi, bachche bade ho gaye the, zimmedariyan badh gayi thi... lekin Papa ke saamne aate hi uske andar ka woh chhota sa bachpan jaise wapas aa jaata tha.

"Sonam?"

"Hmm?"

"Sun rahi hai?"

Sonam ne palatkar dekha. Nana akhbaar neeche kiye use dekh rahe the. "Kya hua?"

"Main pooch raha hoon, mandir mein bahut bheed hoti hogi?"

"Haan, shayad."

"Toh subah jaldi nikalna achha rahega."

"Isliye toh paanch baje bola hai."

Nana muskura diye. "Samajhdaar ho gayi hai meri beti."

Sonam hans padi. "Abhi yaad aaya?"

"Tu bachpan se samajhdaar thi."

"Papa, aapko sab yaad hai?"

"Sab."

Sonam kuch nahi boli, bas halka sa muskurati rahi.

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Shaam dheere-dheere ghar par utarne lagi. Suraj ki roshni dheemi ho gayi thi, gali mein bachchon ke khelne ki awaaz aa rahi thi, kisi ghar se pressure cooker ki seeti, toh kahin se television ki awaaz. Sonam apne roz ke kaamon mein lagi hui thi, lekin aaj uske dimaag mein baar-baar kal ka safar aa raha tha. Mandir kaisa hoga? Papa kitni der rukenge? Wapas aane mein kitna waqt lagega? Khana saath le jaana chahiye ya raste mein kuch kha lenge?

Usne kitchen ki shelf kholi aur phir band kar di. "Do paranthe bana dungi," usne khud se kaha, "Papa ko aloo wale pasand hain."

Phir ek pal ke liye use kuch aur yaad aaya—Papa ne dopahar mein jis aadmi ka zikr kiya tha... wahi security department wala. Sonam ka haath ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Pata nahi kyun uske dimaag mein uski baat phir se aa gayi.

Papa ke dost ka beta... usne dheere se socha, phir turant apne aap ko toka, Ismein sochne wali kya baat hai? Uske liye woh aadmi bas Papa ke dost ka beta tha. Bas. Na koi pehchaan, na koi rishta, na koi wajah ki uske baare mein socha jaaye.

Sonam ne shelf se aata nikala. "Kal ka din bas Papa ke saath guzarna hai," usne mann hi mann kaha, "Mandir jaana hai aur wapas aa jaana hai." Usne apne aap ko ek baar phir kaam mein laga diya.

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Raat ko khana khane ke baad ghar dheere-dheere shaant hone laga. Saas apne kamre mein chali gayi, bada beta bhi apne kamre mein padhne ke naam par chala gaya, pati television dekh rahe the, Nana verandah mein baithe the, aur Sonam kitchen samet rahi thi.

Tabhi uske phone par notification aaya. Usne haath pochkar phone uthaya—chhote bete ka message tha: "Mummy, kal call karunga."

Sonam ke chehre par turant muskaan aa gayi. Usne reply kiya: "Kal busy rahungi. Mandir ja rahi hoon Papa ke saath."

Kuch hi der mein reply aaya: "Achha. Mere liye bhi prasad lana."

Sonam ne message padhkar phone seene ke paas laga liya. "Pagal," usne dheere se kaha aur phir reply type kiya: "Doongi."

Phone rakhne ke baad woh kuch der wahi khadi rahi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki ghar mein sab kuch badal raha tha—bachche bade ho rahe the, bada beta dheere-dheere apni duniya bana raha tha, chhota beta doosre shehar mein padh raha tha, pati apne kaam mein vyast rehte the... aur woh ab bhi isi ghar ke beech khadi thi. Sabke liye.

Kabhi-kabhi use lagta tha ki uski apni zindagi jaise doosron ki zarooraton ke beech kahin chhoti si jagah bana kar reh gayi hai. Lekin kya usse is baat ki shikayat thi? Sonam ne khud se poocha. Thodi der chup rahi, phir mann ne jawab diya—Nahi. Use apna ghar pasand tha, apne log pasand the, apni zimmedariyan bhi. Bas kabhi-kabhi... bahut kabhi-kabhi... use lagta tha ki koi usse bhi pooche—"Sonam, tum kya chahti ho?"

Usne turant ye khayal apne dimaag se nikaal diya. "Faltu soch rahi hoon."

Usne kitchen ki light band ki. Raat kaafi ho chuki thi aur sab apne-apne kamron mein ja chuke the. Sonam ne kal ke liye kapde nikaal kar rakh diye—ek simple sa suit, comfortable dupatta, jute aur ek chhota sa bag... prasad rakhne ke liye kapda, paani ki bottle, thoda sa nashta. Sab kuch taiyar karne ke baad usne ek baar ghadi dekhi. "Ab sona chahiye."

Lekin bed par jaane se pehle woh ek baar nana ke kamre ke paas ruk gayi. Andar se unki halki si khansi ki awaaz aayi.

"Papa, so gaye?"

"Abhi nahi."

"Kal paanch baje uthna hai."

"Haan meri maa."

Sonam hans padi. "Alarm laga lena."

"Tu laga dena."

"Aapko mujh par hi bharosa hai."

"Sabse zyada."

Sonam kuch pal chup rahi, phir dheere se boli, "Good night, Papa."

"Good night, beti."

Sonam apne kamre mein wapas aa gayi. Light band ki aur bed par let gayi, lekin neend aane mein waqt laga. Kal ka safar uske dimaag mein ghoom raha tha—mandir, Papa, subah ki thandi hawa, lambe raste aur ek anjaan shehar. Aur phir... Papa ke dost ka woh beta.

Sonam ne aankhen band kar li. "Jo bhi hai..." usne mann hi mann kaha, "Kal mil bhi gaya toh kya? Main toh Papa ke saath ja rahi hoon." Uske chehre par halki si muskaan aa gayi aur ye sochkar usne karwat badli.

Usse bilkul nahi pata tha ki kabhi-kabhi zindagi ke sabse bade badlav kisi bade faisle ke saath nahi aate... kabhi-kabhi woh bas ek chhote se safar ka hissa bankar chale aate hain.

Aur agle din... Sonam ko usi safar par jaana tha.

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Subah ke paanch baje ka waqt tha.

Aasman mein abhi bhi halka sa andhera aur thandak ghuli hui thi. Sonam ne hamesha ki tarah sabse pehle uthkar mandir jaane ki tayyari shuru kar di. Suti (cotton) ki ek saadhna bhari saree, maathe par chhoti si bindi, aur baalon ka ek saadha bun—woh bilkul shant aur tayyar thi.

Nana ji verandah mein apna purana leather ka chappal pehen rahe the.

"Sonam, tayyar ho gayi?" Nana ji ne pucha.

"Haan papa, bas do minute. Aapke liye flask mein garam pani aur kuch biscuits rakh liye hain. Raaste mein zaroorat pad sakti hai."

"Mera dhyan rakhne mein tu kabhi kamzor nahi padti," Nana ji ne muskurayi hui aankhon se dekha.

Dono ghar se nikal gaye. Auto-rickshaw mein baithte hi subah ki thandi hawa chehre se takrayi. Mandir shahariya ilake se thoda door, ek chhoti si pahadi ke paas tha.

Raaste bhar Nana ji apne dost aur unke parivaar ke baare mein baatein karte rahe.

"Woh jo mera dost hai na—Ramesh... hum zamane pehle ek hi gaon mein padhte the. Phir woh security officer security service mein chala gaya. Uska beta, Vikram... woh bhi ab usi mahakme mein bada afsar hai. Bahut sharafat aur kanoon ka pakka ladka hai."

Sonam ne bas haan mein sir hila diya. Use yeh baatein rozmarra ki aam charcha lag rahi thi. Uska dhyan toh bas is baat par tha ki mandir mein darshan theek se ho jayein aur Nana ji thak na jayein.

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Ghar se kareeb ek ghante door, shahri security headquarters ke ek bade se sarkari bangley mein bhi subah ki halchal shuru ho chuki thi.

Vikram Rathore—security department ka ek sanjhida aur apne kaam ke prati behad imaandar afsar.

Chaalis saal ka Vikram, unch-poora, mazboot kad-kathi aur gambhir chehre wala aadmi tha. Uski zindagi mein kaanoon, discipline aur duty ke ilawa zyada kuch nahi tha. Raat ko der se aane ke bawajood, woh subah jaldi uthne ka aadi tha.

Woh apne study room mein betha kuch sarkari files dekh raha tha jab uske phone par Nana ji (Ramesh ji ke purane dost) ki missed call dikhi. Usne turant wapas call milaya.

"Pranam Uncle ji. Kal aapka phone aaya tha, main duty par tha isliye baat nahi ho payi."

Doosri taraf se Nana ji ki awaaz aayi, "Arre Vikram beta! Koi baat nahi. Main aur meri beti Sonam abhi mandir ke paas hi pahuche hain. Darshan ke baad tumse milne ka soch rahe the."

"Uncle ji, aap wahan rukiye. Mandir ke paas aaj subah se koi sarkari VIP movement hai, wahan bheed aur security check bohot zyada hoga. Main abhi gaadi bhejta hoon ya khud aata hoon."

"Nahi nahi beta, takleef mat lo. Hum toh darshan karke wapas..."

"Nahi Uncle ji, takleef ki koi baat nahi. Aap mandir ke main gate ke paas banyan tree (bargad ke ped) ke neeche baithiye. Main 15 minute mein pahuch raha hoon."

Vikram ne phone rakha, apna jacket pehna, aur gaadi ki chaabi uthakar nikal pada. Uske dimag mein bas apne pita ke purane dost ki sahayata karne ka khayal tha.

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Mandir ke bahar sach mein kaafi bheed thi. security officer ki barricading lagi hui thi aur har jagah checking chal rahi thi.

Nana ji thodi door bargad ke ped ke neeche bani cement ki bench par baith gaye. Sonam unke paas hi khadi thi, apne aanchal se aane wali dhoop ko Nana ji ke chehre se dhakne ki koshish kar rahi thi.

"Papa, bohot bheed hai. Aap yahan baitho, main paani ki botal lekar aati hoon."

"Tu zyada door mat jana Sonam, bheed mein ghum mat ho jana," Nana ji ne fikar se kaha.

"Main bacchi nahi hoon papa," Sonam ne muskura kar kaha aur paas ki dukan ki taraf badh gayi.

Dukan par logon ki lambi line thi. Sonam paani ki botal lekar wapas mud hi rahi thi ki achanak bheed mein ek tezz dhakka laga. Kisi VIP ke aane ki wajah se security officer cordon aage badha rahi thi.

Sonam ka paon phisal gaya aur uske haath se botal chhut gayi.

Woh girne hi wali thi ki ek mazboot haath ne use baah se pakad kar sambhal liya.

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"Aap theek hain?"

Ek gehri, sanjhida aur ekdum saaf awaaz Sonam ke kaanon mein padi.

Sonam ne ghabra kar upar dekha.

Uske samne ek lambe kad ka aadmi khada tha. Safed shirt, dark trousers, aur chehre par ek aisi gambhirta jo bina kahe roab bayan karti thi. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa tezz tha, lekin bolne ke tarike mein behad adab.

Sonam ne turant apna haath peeche khinch diya aur apni saree ka aanchal theek kiya. Uski dhadkan thodi tezz ho gayi thi.

"Haan... haan, main theek hoon. Shukriya."

Vikram ne ek pal ke liye Sonam ke chehre ko dekha. Koi decorative makeup nahi, koi dikawa nahi—bas ek sadharan, shant aur gehri saadgi. Vikram, jo rozana sau tarah ke logon aur aam-o-khaas se milta tha, is aam si aurat ke chehre ki shanti ko dekhkar ek pal ko ruk sa gaya.

Tabhi Vikram ke pocket mein pada walkie-talkie baj utha—
"Sir, VIP convoy gate number 2 se enter kar raha hai."

Vikram ne mic press kiya, "Copy that. Control the main gate."

Sonam ne use dekha aur samajh gayi ki yeh koi bada afsar hai. Usne nazar neeche kar li aur bina kuch bole Nana ji ki taraf badhne lagi.

Vikram ne bhi use aage badhte dekha, lekin duty ki wajah se use doosri taraf jana pada.

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Kuch der baad, bheed thodi kam hui. Sonam Nana ji ke paas pahuche aur botal unhe pakdayi.

"Kitni der laga di Sonam? Main toh pareshan ho raha tha."

"Woh papa, bheed bohot thi..." Sonam ne baat poori nahi ki. Uska dhyan abhi bhi us anjaan shakhs ki gehri awaaz par tha.

Tabhi ek kaali gaadi ped ke paas aakar ruki. Gaadi ka darwaza khula aur usmein se wahi aadmi bahar nikla.

Nana ji ekdum khade ho gaye, "Arre Vikram beta!"

Sonam ke kadam wahi ruk gaye. Usne hairani se upar dekha.

Vikram ne aage badhkar Nana ji ke paon chhuye, "Pranam Uncle ji. Maaf karna, thoda late ho gaya, mandir ke bahar kuch security arrangements dekhne pad rahe the."

"Arre koi baat nahi beta! Tu toh bilkul apne baap par gaya hai," Nana ji ne khush hokar uske shoulder par haath rakha. Phir unhone peeche mudi hui Sonam ki taraf ishara kiya—

"Vikram, yeh meri beti hai... Sonam."

Vikram ne Sonam ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein halki si hairani ka bhav aaya—woh samajh gaya ki yeh wahi aurat thi jise usne abhi bheed mein girne se bachaya tha.

Sonam ne bhi use dekha. Dono ki nazrein milin.

Vikram ne bohot hi tehzeeb se apne dono haath jode, "Namaste."

Sonam ne halki si nazar jhukayi aur haath jodh kar dheere se kaha—

"Namaste."

Gali ki shaant subah se shuru hua yeh din... ab ek aisi raah par mud chuka tha jahan do anjaan zindagiya pehli baar ek doosre ke samne khadi thin.

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       CHAPTER 3 — CHAI KI CHUSKYAN AUR EK PEHCHAAN
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Mandir ke baher halki si chahal-pahal abhi bhi jaari thi.

Vikram ne Nana ji ki taraf dekha aur bohot hi adab se kaha, "Uncle ji, yahan bahar khade rehna theek nahi hai. Bheed aur badh rahi hai. Aap aur Sonam ji mere saath gaadi mein baithiye, pehle ghar chalkar thoda aaram kar lijiye."

Nana ji ne muskurate hue haan mein sir hila diya. "Tu kehta hai toh chal padte hain beta. Waise bhi darshan toh bohot achhe se ho gaye."

Vikram ne aage badhkar gaadi ka pichhla darwaza khola. Pehle Nana ji baithe, phir Sonam ne thodi jhijhak ke saath gaadi mein kadam rakha.

Sonam ne aaj tak kabhi kisi sarkari officer ki gaadi mein iss tarah safar nahi kiya tha. Gaadi ke andar ek ajeeb sa shant aur niyamit mahaul tha. Vikram aage ki seat par baitha hua tha aur driving mirror se peeche ka rasta dekh raha tha.

Dono ki nazrein ek pal ke liye mirror mein takrayin, lekin Sonam ne turant apni nazar khidki se bahar ghuma li.

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Kareeb bees minute baad gaadi Vikram ke sarkari bangley ke aangan mein ruk gayi. Bangala zyada bada nahi tha, lekin har cheez bohot hi neatly arranged thi.

"Aaiye Uncle ji," Vikram ne unhe andar bulaya.

Sonam bhi Nana ji ke peeche-peeche drawing room mein aayi. Kamre ki devarein safed thin, ek taraf bookshelves par kaanoon aur security se judi kitabein rakhi thin, aur doosri taraf ek purani ghadi tik-tik kar rahi thi.

"Baitiye aap dono. Main chai banwane ko kehta hoon," Vikram ne kaha.

"Arre nahi nahi Vikram beta," Nana ji ne rokte hue kaha. "Chai toh Sonam banayegi. Tumhare ghar ki rasoi kahan hai?"

Sonam ne hairani se Nana ji ki taraf dekha. "Papa..."

"Arre ismein kya baat hai? Sonam ke haath ki chai nahi peeyi toh tumne kuch nahi peeya beta," Nana ji ne khush hokar kaha.

Vikram ne halka sa muskura kar Sonam ki taraf dekha. Uski muskaan mein ek aisi shafafiyat thi jo uske gambhir chehre par kam hi dikhti thi.

"Agar aapko koi takleef na ho Sonam ji, toh rasoi us taraf hai. Rasoi mein caretakers hain, woh aapki madad kar denge."

Sonam ne halka sa sir jhukaya aur rasoi ki taraf badh gayi.

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Rasoi mein pahunchkar Sonam ne ek gehri saans li. Usko samajh nahi aa raha tha ki use yeh ajeeb si jhijhak kyun ho rahi thi. Woh toh roz ghar mein sabke liye chai banati thi.

Usne chupchap chulhe par paani chadhaya, adrak kuta, aur chai patti daali. Uski aadat ke mutabiq woh chai ki taraf dhyan se dekh rahi thi ki kahin woh ubal kar bahar na aa jaye.

Tabhi rasoi ke darwaze par aahat hui.

Vikram wahan khada tha. Usne apni jacket utar di thi aur shirt ke sleeves ko thoda upar mod rakha tha.

"Aapko sab samaan mil gaya?" Vikram ne pucha.

Sonam chaunk gayi aur turant mudkar boli, "Haan... haan, sab mil gaya. Bas do minute mein chai ban jayegi."

Vikram ne dekha ki Sonam abhi bhi thodi nervous thi. Usne behad narmi se kaha, "Aapko pareshan hone ki zaroorat nahi hai Sonam ji. Uncle ji mere pita jaise hain, aap bilkul apne ghar jaisa hi samjhiye."

Sonam ne uski taraf dekha. Vikram ki aankhon mein behad izzat aur apnapan tha.

"Ji, shukriya," Sonam ke muh se bas itna hi nikla.

"Main bahar Uncle ji ke paas hoon," Vikram itna kehkar wapas drawing room mein chala gaya.

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Sonam tray mein teen cup chai aur biscuits lekar drawing room mein aayi.

Usne ek cup Nana ji ko diya aur doosra cup Vikram ke saamne meez par rakh diya. Phir woh Nana ji ke paas baith gayi.

Nana ji ne chai ka ek ghoont liya aur taarif mein sir hilaya. "Dekha Vikram? Main kehta tha na, Sonam ke haath ki chai mein ek alag hi garmahat hoti hai."

Vikram ne bhi apna cup uthaya aur ek ghoont peeya. Usne cup neeche rakha aur Sonam ki taraf dekhkar kaha—

"Sach mein Uncle ji. Bohot waqt baad aisi ghar jaisi chai peene ko mili hai."

Sonam ne ek chhoti si muskaan ke saath nazar jhuka li.

"Waise Vikram beta," Nana ji ne baat aage badhayi. "Tumhari posting toh abhi kuch mahine pehle hi hui hai na? Tumhari akele ki zindagi mein ghar sambhalna aur duty karna mushkil toh hota hoga?"

Vikram ka chehra ek pal ke liye thoda shant aur gambhir ho gaya.

"Zindagi ka niyam hai Uncle ji, kaam ke saath akelepan ki aadat daalni padti hai. Waise bhi duty itni hoti hai ki sochne ka waqt kam hi milta hai."

Sonam ne silent hokar Vikram ke inn shabdon ko suna.

Usne mehsoos kiya ki iss lambe, roabdaar aur sakht afsar ke andar bhi ek akelapan chupa hua tha. Thik waise hi jaise Sonam ki apni zindagi mein, ghar ke kaam aur zimmedariyon ke beech, uska apna akelapan chupa rehta tha.

Dono ki zindagiyon ke raste bilkul alag the... lekin us subah, chai ke un cups ke beech, ek anjaan rishte ka pehla dhaaga judne laga tha.



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       CHAPTER 4  ANJAAN SHEHAR KA EK NAYA RASTA
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Chai khatam hone ke baad Nana ji ne apni jeb se ghadi nikali.

"Chalo Sonam, ab humein nikalna chahiye. Dopehar ki bus pakadni hai, warna ghar pahunchte-pahunchte shaam ho jayegi."

Vikram ne turant Nana ji ki taraf dekha.

"Uncle ji, aap itni jaldi waise bhi nahi ja rahe hain. Aaj sunday hai aur meri shaam tak koi urgent duty nahi hai. Main aap dono ko shehar ke kuch achhe ilake dikha deta hoon, phir shaam ko aapko gaadi se hi ghar chhod doonga."

Sonam ne thodi jhijhak ke saath kaha, "Nahi Vikram ji, aapki duty hai. Aapko pareshan karne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Hum bus se chale jayenge."

"Ismein pareshani kaisi Sonam ji?" Vikram ne narmi se jawab diya. "Uncle ji saalon baad yahan aaye hain. Aur waise bhi, gaon ke purane rishtedaron ki khidmat karna mera farz hai."

Nana ji hans pade. "Sonam, jab yeh itne pyar se keh raha hai toh mana mat kar. Aur waise bhi, sarkari afsar ki gaadi mein ghoomne ka moka roz-roz kahan milta hai!"

Sonam ne muskurate hue sir jhukaye rakha. Use Vikram ki is aadar aur izzat bhari baat ko mana karna thoda mushkil laga.

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Kuch hi der mein teeno Vikram ke saath shehar ki taraf nikal pade.

Vikram khud car drive kar raha tha. Nana ji aage ki seat par baithe the aur Sonam peeche ki seat par khidki ke paas baithi hui thi.

Shehar ki sadkein shaant thin. Khidki se aati thandi hawa Sonam ke chehre se takra rahi thi. Woh chupchap bahar ke nazarein dekh rahi thi—unchi imaratein, bade ped, aur sadak ke dono taraf ki halchal.

Vikram mirror mein se kabhi-kabhi Sonam ki taraf dekh leta tha.

Usne Sonam ke chehre par ek aisi saadgi aur shanti dekhi jo usne shehar ke shor-sharaba bhare mahaul mein kam hi dekhi thi. Woh zyada bolti nahi thi, lekin uski aankhon mein har chhoti cheez ko ghor se dekhne ka ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha.

"Sonam ji, aap pehle kabhi iss shehar mein aayi hain?" Vikram ne achanak pucha.

Sonam ne chaunk kar aage dekha. "Nahi, yeh pehli baar hai. Main toh bas apne ghar aur rasoi tak hi simit rehti hoon."

"Ghar sambhalna sabse bada kaam hota hai Sonam ji," Vikram ne behad sanjhida awaaz mein kaha. "Hum log toh sirf duty karte hain, lekin ek ghar ko chalana aur sabko bandh kar rakhna sabse mushkil duty hai."

Vikram ke inn shabdon ne Sonam ke dil ko chhoo liya.

Ghar mein sab log uske kaam ko ek normal routine samajhte the. Koi kabhi yeh nahi kehta tha ki woh kitna bada kaam kar rahi hai. Lekin aaj ek anjaan aadmi ne uske rozmarra ke kaam ko itni izzat di thi.

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Vikram unhe shehar ke sabse purane aur famous lake-side park mein le gaya.

Jheel ke kinare thandi hawa chal rahi thi. Teeno ek bade se bargad ke ped ke neeche lage bench par baith gaye. Nana ji thoda thak gaye the, isliye woh bench par baithkar aaram karne lage, jabki Vikram aur Sonam jheel ke kinare thodi door khade ho gaye.

Paani ki chhoti-chhoti laherein kinare se takra rahi thin.

"Aapka chhota beta college mein hai na?" Vikram ne baat shuru ki.

Sonam ne hairani se dekha. "Aapko kaise pata?"

"Uncle ji bata rahe the," Vikram ne ek halki muskaan ke saath kaha. "Unka kehna tha ki aap use bohot yaad karti hain."

Sonam ki aankhon mein thodi si nami aa gayi, lekin usne turant khud ko sambhal liya.

"Haan... pehli baar ghar se door gaya hai. Ghar ka ek kamra ab bilkul khaali rehta hai. Subah uthte hi lagta hai ki abhi aawaz dega, lekin phir yaad aata hai ki woh toh doosre shehar mein hai."

Vikram ne uski baat dhyan se suni.

"Maa ka dil aisa hi hota hai. Meri maa bhi jab tak jeene mein thin, mere duty par jaane ke baad roz shaam ko darwaze par khadi rehti thin. Jab woh chali gayin, toh ghar ka akelapan samajh aane laga."

Sonam ne Vikram ki taraf dekha. Uske chehre par ek purana dard tha jo usne apni sakht personality ke peeche chipa rakha tha.

"Aapki maa..." Sonam ne aadhi baat chhodi.

"Panch saal pehle chali gayin," Vikram ne aasmaan ki taraf dekhte hue kaha. "Tab se bas yeh kaam hai aur main hoon."

Sonam ne mehsoos kiya ki dono ki duniya kitni alag hone ke bawajood kitni ek jaisi thi. Ek taraf woh thi jo parivaar ke beech hokar bhi kabhi-kabhi akeli hoti thi, aur doosri taraf Vikram tha jo akela hokar bhi apne farz mein uljha hua tha.

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Shaam ke paanch baj chuke the.

Vikram unhe unke ghar chhodne ke liye gaadi mein lekar aaya. Jab gaadi Sonam ke ghar ke gate ke bahar ruki, toh Nana ji ne Vikram ka haath pakad liya.

"Vikram beta, aaj ka din bohot achha bita. Tumne humein bohot izzat aur waqt diya."

"Yeh toh mera sobhagya tha Uncle ji," Vikram ne muskura kar kaha.

Sonam gaadi se bahar nikli aur bag uthayi. Woh ek pal ke liye ruki aur Vikram ki taraf dekha.

"Shukriya... aaj ke din ke liye," Sonam ne behad shafaf awaaz mein kaha.

Vikram ne apni aadat ke mutabiq haath jode. "Apna dhyan rakhiyega Sonam ji."

Gaadi dheere-dheere gali ke kone se gayab ho gayi.

Sonam apne ghar ke andar aayi. Ghar mein wahi roz ka mahaul tha—bada beta TV dekh raha tha, pati tiffin ka dibba dho rahe the, aur saas apni mala jap rahi thin.

Lekin aaj Sonam ke andar kuch badal chuka tha. Uske rozmarra ke shant jeevan mein ek naye dost ki aahat ho chuki thi... ek aisa dost jise woh shayad kabhi bhool nahi payegi.

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       CHAPTER 5 — EK ANTEKHAN MEHMAAN AUR NAYA AAGAZ
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Jheel ke kinare bitaye us shaam ko dhalne ke baad kayi din beet gaye.

Sonam ki zindagi phir se apne purane routine mein laut aayi thi. Subah ki chai, bartano ki khanak, bade bete ki shararatein, aur chhote bete ke kamre ko chupchap dekhne ka silsila. Lekin iss sabke beech, kabhi-kabhi chai daalte hue ya khidki se bahar dekhte hue, use us gehri awaaz aur aadar bhari nazron ka khayal aa hi jata tha.

Usne iss khayal ko hamesha ek aam si yaad samajh kar khud se door karne ki koshish ki.

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Ek budhwar ki shaam, shehar mein halki-halki boondabandi ho rahi thi.

Sonam rasoi mein garam pakode aur chai bana rahi thi. Pati office se wapas aakar verandah mein akhbar padh rahe the aur Nana ji drawing room mein baithe apni mala jap rahe the.

Tabhi bahar gate khulne ki awaaz aayi aur ek heavy vehicle ke rukne ki aahat mili.

Bada beta darwaze ki taraf bhaga. "Papa, koi badi gaadi aayi hai bahar."

Pati ne newspaper neeche rakha aur bahar dekha. "Kaun ho sakta hai itni shaam ko?"

Bahar se kadamo ki aahat aayi aur ek damdaar awaaz ne pure ghar ka dhyan apni taraf khinch liya—

"Pranam Uncle ji."

Nana ji ne jaise hi woh awaaz suni, unke chehre par ek alag hi chamak aa gayi. Unhone mala wahi rakhi aur khade ho gaye.

"Arre! Vikram beta!"

Sonam, jo rasoi mein tray sajaye khadi thi, uske haath ek pal ke liye thithak gaye. Uski dhadkan achanak tezz ho gayi. Usne jaldi se apna aanchal theek kiya aur rasoi ke darwaze se bahar dekha.

Darwaze par Vikram khada tha. Dark blue blazer, crisp shirt, aur baalon par paani ki halki boondein. Uske chehre par wahi purani gambhirta thi, lekin Nana ji ko dekhkar uske chehre par ek sachi muskaan aa gayi.

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"Vikram! Tum yahan? Bina kisi khabar ke?" Nana ji ne aage badhkar use gale se lagaya.

"Ji Uncle ji. Yahan paas ke district mein security department ki ek emergency meeting thi. Shaam ko free hua toh socha aap logon se milta chaluun," Vikram ne bohot hi tehzeeb se jawab diya.

Sonam ke pati ne aage badhkar haath milaya. Nana ji ne turant sabka taaruf karwaya.

"Vikram beta, yeh Sonam ke pati hain... aur yeh iska bada beta." Phir unhone pati se kaha, "Yeh Ramesh ka beta hai, Vikram. Shehar mein bada security officer hai."

"Bahut khushnaseebi hai aap se milkar," Sonam ke pati ne izzat se kaha aur use andar baithne ki jagah di.

Tabhi Sonam tray mein chai ke cups aur garam pakode lekar drawing room mein aayi.

"Namaste," Sonam ne behad shafaf aur dheeri awaaz mein kaha.

Vikram ne apni jagah se khade hokar haath jode. "Namaste Sonam ji. Maaf kijiyega bina bataye aane ke liye."

"Nahi nahi, aisi koi baat nahi hai. Aap baithiye na," Sonam ne nazar jhukate hue tray meez par rakh di.

Vikram ne Sonam ko dekha. Suti saree mein woh roz ki tarah bilkul saadha aur shant dikh rahi thi.

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Ghar ke drawing room mein baatein shuru ho gayin. Sonam ke pati aur Vikram ke beech shehar ki security aur sarkari kaam-kaaj ko lekar charcha hone lagi. Vikram har baat ka jawab bohot hi sanjhida aur tarka-sangat (logical) tarike se de raha tha, jisse ghar ke sabhi log kaafi impressed the.

Nana ji ne chai ka cup uthaya. "Vikram, Sonam ne abhi-abhi garam pakode banaye hain. Le lo beta."

Vikram ne ek cup chai aur pakoda uthaya. Usne pehli chuski li aur Sonam ki taraf dekhkar bola—

"Chai ka swad bilkul nahi badla Sonam ji. Wahi ghar jaisi garmahat."

Sonam ne halki si muskaan ke saath sir jhukaya. "Aapko pasand aayi, yeh achhi baat hai."

Bada beta bhi Vikram ke paas aakar baith gaya. Use Vikram ke walking stick, roabdaar personality aur walkie-talkie mein bohot interest aa raha tha.

"Uncle, aapki duty mein toh bohot khatra hota hoga na?" bete ne pucha.

Vikram ne halki si muskaan ke saath bete ke sar par haath rakha. "Khatra toh har farz mein hota hai beta. Lekin jab aap apne kaam se pyar karte hain, toh dar nahi lagta."

Sonam ne rasoi ke kone mein khade hokar inn shabdon ko suna. Vikram ke har ek lafz mein ek aisi sachai thi jo seedhe dil tak pahunchti thi.

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Ghabrahat aur sharm ke beech shaam kab beet gayi, pata hi nahi chala.

Vikram ne apni ghadi dekhi. "Ab mujhe nikalna hoga Uncle ji. Raat ko gaadi se wapas headquarters pahunchna hai."

"Itni jaldi? Khana khakar jate beta," Nana ji ne aagrah kiya.

"Nahi Uncle ji, iss baar maaf kijiyega. Agli baar aaunga toh zaroor khana khakar jaunga," Vikram ne bohot hi adab se kaha.

Usne sabhi se vida li. Jab woh darwaze ke paas pahuche, toh Sonam bhi bahar tak aayi.

Vikram ne ek pal ke liye ruk kar Sonam ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek anjaan si garmahat thi.

"Sonam ji... aapke haath ki chai aur pakodon ke liye shukriya. Meri akele ki zindagi mein aisi shaamein kam hi aati hain."

Sonam ne use dekha. Uske muh se bas itna hi nikla—

"Aap apna dhyan rakhiyega. Jab bhi iss taraf aayein... ghar zaroor aaiyega."

Vikram ne haath jode, halka sa sir jhukaya aur apni gaadi ki taraf badh gaya.

Gaadi ki headlights ki roshni mein baarish ki boondein chamak rahi thin. Gaadi dheere-dheere gali se bahar nikal gayi, lekin Sonam ke ghar aur uske dil mein ek aisi shanti chhod gayi jo pehle kabhi nahi thi.

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        CHAPTER 6  —  EK SHAAM DIL KE NAZDEEK
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Kareeb do mahine beet chuke the.

Mausam ne dheere-dheere apna mizaaj badla tha. Baarish ki thandak ab halki saardiyon ki aahat mein badal chuki thi. Ghar mein har taraf ek alag hi halchal aur garmahat thi, kyunki Diwali ka tyohar bilkul kareeb tha. Saalon baad aisa mauka aaya tha jab Sonam ka chhota beta bhi college se chuttiyan lekar ghar wapas aaya hua tha.

Ghar ki ranga-rong tayyariyan zorse chal rahi thin. Safai, mithaiyon ki khushboo, parde badalna, aur diyon ke liye tel ka intezaam—Sonam subah paanch baje se shaam ke aath baje tak bina thake kaam mein lagi rehti thi.

Lekin iss baar ki Diwali mein ek alag baat thi.

Aath din pehle Nana ji ne drawing room mein baithkar khabar di thi—
"Sonam, main Vikram ko bol aaya hoon. Iss baar Diwali ke din woh humare sath hi khana khaye-ga."

Sonam ke pati ne bhi turant haami bhari thi, "Bohot achha kiya papa. Woh bechara wahan akela rehta hai, tyohar ke din kisi apne ke saath rahega toh use bhi achha lagega."

Bada beta aur chhota beta dono hi Vikram se milne ke liye utsuk the. Chhote bete ne Vikram ke baare mein apne bhai aur Nana ji se bohot kuch sun rakha tha ki kaise woh ek sakht sarkari afsar hai, par dil se behad narm aur izzat karne wala aadmi hai.

Sonam ne jab yeh suna tha, toh uske dil mein ek ajeeb si tezz halchal hui thi. Woh din-raat kaam mein khud ko uljhayi rakhti, lekin mann hi mann ek hi baat chal rahi thi—
*Kya rasoi mein mithai theek bani hai? Kya woh rasoi ka khana pasand karega? Unke liye kaun sa pakwaan alag se banana sahi rahega?*

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Diwali ki subah bohot hi khoobsurat thi.

Gali mein har ghar ke bahar aangan ko dhoya gaya tha. Sonam ne subah hi uthkar ghar ke main gate par aam ke patton ka toran lagaya aur safed-laal rangoli banayi. Usne aaj ek sundar maroon rang ki silk saree pehni thi, jis par halki zari ka kaam tha. Haathon mein kaanch ki lal churiya aur maathe par chhoti si bindi—woh bilkul ek shant, samarpit aur aatmiya roop mein saj-dhaj kar tayyar thi.

Ghar mein shor-shaba tha. Chhota beta aur bada beta aangan mein aakash-kandil (lanterns) tang rahe the.

"Mummy! Yeh rassi thodi unchi karo na!" chhote bete ne aawaz di.

Sonam rasoi se bahar aayi, "Main abhi aati hoon, pehle yeh gujiya ka dabba wahan meez par rakhne do."

Sonam jaise hi dabba rakhkar bahar aangan ki taraf badhi, gate ke pass ek kaali gaadi aakar ruki. Gaadi ka door khula aur usmein se Vikram bahar nikla.

Aaj woh sarkari clothes ya blazer mein nahi tha. Usne ek gehrey neele (navy blue) rang ka kurtha aur pyjama pehen rakha tha, jismein uska lambe kad aur chode kandhe aur bhi roabdaar lag rahe the. Uske haath mein mithaiyon ka ek bada dabba aur phoolon ka bouquet tha.

Sonam ke kadam wahi ruk gaye. Uske haath ki churiya halki si khanak gayi.

Vikram ne gate se andar kadam rakha aur sabse pehle uski nazar aangan ke kone mein khadi Sonam par padi. Ek pal ke liye Vikram ke kadam bhi dheeme ho gaye. Maroon saree aur aanchal ke sath Sonam ki saadgi mein ek aisi chamak thi jo kisi bhi tyohar ke diye se zyada ujaal de rahi thi. Dono ne ek-doosre ko dekha, aur bina ek lafz bole hi hawa mein ek anjaan sa aadar aur apnapan tair gaya.

"Pranam Uncle ji!" Vikram ne aage badhkar Nana ji ke paon chhuye.

"Jeete raho beta, jeete raho! Aao aao, andar aao," Nana ji ne use gale laga liya.

Sonam ke pati ne aage badhkar Vikram ka swagat kiya, "Vikram ji, aaiye! Aapka hi intezaar tha."

Vikram ne ghar ke dono ladkon ki taraf dekha aur muskura kar haath milaya. Chhota beta toh pehli baar Vikram ko dekhkar hi behad impressed ho gaya.

Vikram ne Sonam ki taraf rukh kiya aur behad narm, gehri awaaz mein kaha—

"Diwali ki bohot bohot shubhkamnayein, Sonam ji."

Sonam ne apni nazar thodi jhukayi, haath jode aur dheere se bola—

"Aapko bhi Diwali ki bohot shubhkamnayein, Vikram ji. Aaiye, andar baithiye."

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Drawing room mein tyohar ka mahaul apne charam par tha. Mithaiyan baanti ja rahi thin aur chai ke cups chal rahe the.

Vikram ghar ke sabhi logon ke saath ghul-mil gaya tha. Woh Nana ji se gaon ki baatein kar raha tha, Sonam ke pati se city ki nayi schemes par charcha kar raha tha, aur dono ladkon ko unke career aur discipline ke baare mein aise samjha raha tha jaise koi bada bhai ya abhibhavak (guardian) samjhati hai.

Sonam rasoi mein khana laga rahi thi, lekin uska ek kaan hamesha drawing room se aati Vikram ki awaaz par laga hua tha. Jab bhi Vikram ki halki si hansi ki awaaz aati, Sonam ke chehre par ek anjaan si muskaan khil jaati.

"Mummy, Vikram uncle toh bohot cool hain!" chhote bete ne rasoi mein aakar puri ka bartan uthate hue kaha. "Woh bata rahe the ki unki training mein unhe firing aur horse riding kaise sikhayi gayi thi!"

Sonam ne bete ke sar par halki si chapat lagayi, "Haan, toh tum bhi unse kuch discipline sikho. Din bhar phone mein mat lage raha karo."

"Arre mummy, aap toh har baat par mujhe hi daantne lagti ho!" beta hans kar bahar bhaag gaya.

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Dopehar ke khane ka waqt hua. Poore parivaar ne ek saath baithkar khana khaya. Sonam ne Vikram ke liye khas taur par unki pasand ki puri, paneer ki sabzi aur kheer parosi thi.

"Sonam ji, aapne itna sab kuch banane ke liye bohot mehnat ki hai," Vikram ne khana khate hue kaha. "Aisa swad mujhe saalon baad naseeb hua hai. Meri maa ke jaane ke baad ghar ke baney khane ka yeh asli maza pehli baar mila hai."

Vikram ke inn shabdon se poora kamra ek pal ke liye bhaavuk ho gaya. Sonam ke pati ne Vikram ke shoulder par haath rakha, "Vikram ji, ab se yeh aapka hi ghar hai. Jab bhi mann kare, aap bina jhijhak yahan aa sakte hain."

Sonam ne chupchap rasoi ke paas khade hokar Vikram ki aankhon mein dekha. Unn aankhon mein ek behad gehra shukriya aur ek pyas thi—ek aise ghar ki pyas jo use saalon se nahi mila tha.

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Shaam dhalne lagi aur pure ghar ko diyo se sajane ka waqt aaya.

Ghar ke baaki log bahar gali mein patake phodne aur padosiyon se milne mein vyast the. Sonam aangan mein ek bade se thal mein diye baati karke tel daal rahi thi.

Tabhi Vikram drawing room se bahar aangan mein aaya.

"Sonam ji, kya main aapki kuch madad kar sakta hoon?"

Sonam ne chaunk kar upar dekha. Vikram uske paas hi cement ke chabootre par baith gaya tha.

"Nahi nahi Vikram ji, aap mehmaan hain. Aap kyun madad karenge?" Sonam ne jhijhakte hue kaha.

"Mehmaan nahi, aap logon ne toh mujhe apne parivaar ka hissa bana liya hai," Vikram ne ek diya apne haath mein uthate hue aur use maachis se jalate hue kaha. "Aur waise bhi, diye jalana toh sabse pavitra kaam hai."

Sonam ke haath thode kaanp gaye jab Vikram ne jalta hua diya uske haath ke paas rakha taaki woh use aangan ke kone mein saja sake.

Dono aangan mein ek-doosre ke paas baithe diye jalate rahe. Hawa mein meethi si khushboo aur diyon ki peeli roshni tharak rahi thi.

"Aap roz itna kaam karti hain, thakti nahi?" Vikram ne bohot hi shant awaaz mein pucha.

Sonam ne ek diya rakhte hue kaha, "Parivaar ke liye kaam karne mein thakan kahan hoti hai Vikram ji? Jab sab khush rehte hain, toh lagta hai mera din safal ho gaya."

Vikram ne Sonam ko ghor se dekha. "Aapka dil bohot bada hai Sonam ji. Lekin kabhi-kabhi khud ke liye bhi jeena chahiye. Aapki apni khushi bhi utni hi zaroori hai jitni baaki sabki."

Sonam ne Vikram ki taraf dekha. Zindagi mein pehli baar kisi ne usse yeh baat kahi thi. Uski apni pehchaan, uski apni khushi ke baare mein kisi ne itni gehrayi se socha tha. Sonam ki aankhon mein halki si nami aa gayi, jo diye ki roshni mein chamak uthi.

"Main... main khud ke liye kya hi sochti," Sonam ne aanchal sambhalte hue dheere se kaha.

"Toh ab se sochna shuru kijiye," Vikram ne behad aadar aur ek adhikathit (unspoken) vaade ke saath kaha. "Main hoon na... aapko yaad dilane ke liye."

Dono ek-doosre ki aankhon mein dekhne lage. Patahi nahi chala ki kab diye ki woh chhoti si baati un dono ke beech ke bhed-bhav aur jhijhak ko jala kar raakh kar chuki thi.

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Raat ke dus baj chuke the.

Vikram ke jaane ka waqt ho gaya tha. Usne Nana ji, Sonam ke pati aur dono bachon se vida li. Sabhi ne use dubara aane ke liye bohot aagrah kiya.

Jab Vikram apni gaadi ke paas pahuncha, toh Sonam bhi darwaze ke paas khadi thi.

Vikram ne gaadi ka door khola, phir ruka aur Sonam ki taraf mudkar dekha.

"Aaj ki Diwali meri zindagi ki sabse yaadgar Diwali thi Sonam ji. Iss ghar se jo roshni main saath le ja raha hoon, woh meri akeli raaton ko hamesha ujaal degi."

Sonam ne haath jode. "Aap wapas zaroor aaiyega."

Vikram ne halka sa sir jhukaya, "Zaroor."

Gaadi dheere-dheere aage badh gayi. Sonam gate par khadi hokar tab tak dekhti rahi jab tak gaadi ki pichhli lights gali ke kone mein gayab nahi ho gayin.

Aasman mein patakon ki roshni ho rahi thi, lekin Sonam ke andar ek alag hi diye ki roshni jal chuki thi—ek aisa diya jo shayad ab kabhi bujhne wala nahi tha.

[Waseem990]

bahot shandar stories hai next update ka intezar rahega

[Smalldick]

Lovely, lusty, spicy and superb writings!

[The King of Devils]

What a high-quality writing skill! You are really a brilliant and genius writer. Hats off! Please keep writing.