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Aaj raat hum sab ke liye ek bechain raat thi.
Main computer ke saamne baitha tha, ghar ki har cheez ko dekhta raha, neend toh door-door tak nahi thi. Drawer mein padi purani, expired cigarettes maine ek ke baad ek phoonk daali.
Raat ke waqt, jab chowkidar apna chakkar laga raha tha, usne mujhe office mein computer ke saamne baitha dekha. Usne socha main der raat tak kaam kar raha hoon. Mujhe do-chaar baar awaaz di, aur phir office mein dobara sannata chha gaya. Sirf mere earphones se aati awaaz goonj rahi thi.
Rita ne sab kuch samet liya tha aur living room ke sofa par chupchap baithi thi. Uske dono haath uske sides mein latak rahe the, aankhein saamne ki taraf dekhti hui, pata nahi kya soch rahi thi.
Is waqt uske chehre par koi bhaav nahi tha, jaise uski rooh hi udd chuki ho. Sirf washing machine ki goonjti awaaz sunai de rahi thi.
Bedroom mein Pitaji baar-baar karwatein badal rahe the. Kabhi-kabhi unhone living room ki taraf dekha, unka chehra chinta se bhara tha. Kabhi unki bhaunhein sikud jaati, kabhi woh dheemi aah bharte. Kai baar woh dheere se bed se utre, par jab darwaze ke handle par haath rakha, thodi der sochne ke baad wapas bed par laut aaye.
Shayad Pitaji ko itna bharosa nahi tha, woh Rita se baat karna chahte the, par unmein himmat nahi thi.
Chalis minute baad, Rita ne dhuli hui bedsheets aur chaddar nikali aur balcony ke clothesline par taang di.
Yeh sab karne ke baad, Rita ne living room ki lights band kar di aur humare shaadi ke kamre mein wapas chali gayi. Woh apne pairon ko samet kar bed par baithi, pata nahi kya soch rahi thi, kyunki uske chehre par koi bhaav nahi tha.
Ghar ke iss bejaan mahaul ko dekhkar, mujhe pata tha meri zimmedari kitni bhaari hai. Bahut saara “samaadhaan” ka kaam mujhe karna tha.
Dheere-dheere, Rita ne apna sir apne ghutno ke beech dabaya aur dheemi, be-awaaz si siskiyon mein ro padi. Uska jism aur kandhe thar-thar kaanpte rahe, sab kuch sun-saan ho gaya.
Mujhe nahi pata waqt kaise guzar gaya. Jab mujhe hosh aaya, toh subah ho chuki thi.
Naya din shuru ho gaya. Dhoop khidkiyon se office mein aane lagi.
Dhoop wahi thi, jo har roz hoti hai. Sab kuch wahi, jaise hamesha hota tha, par mere aur mere parivaar ke liye sab badal chuka tha. Hum wapas purane dinon mein nahi ja sakte the. Sab kuch dheere-dheere badal raha tha.
Subah chhe baje ke aaspaas, meri nazar abhi bhi computer par thi. Video raat bhar chalta raha. Rita aur Pitaji ka har ek bhaav maine dekha. Raat ke doosre pehar mein ghar bilkul shaant tha.
Rita apne ghutno ko samete bed par baithi rahi, raat bhar hili nahi. Sach mein nahi pata uske haath aur pair soone toh nahi pade.
Pitaji apne bedroom mein karwatein badalte rahe, kabhi-kabhi aah bharte.
Hum teeno ko shayad subah ka dar tha, kyunki subah aayi, toh iska matlab tha ki hum teeno ka saath hone ka waqt nazdeek aa raha tha. Shayad Rita aur Pitaji ko sabse zyada dar tha ki main ghar wapas aaunga.
Subah chhe-tis ke kareeb, Rita ne sabse pehle apna sir uthaya. Uske baal bikhre hue the, aankhein ro-ro kar laal aur sooji hui thi. Video mein saaf dikh raha tha ki uski aankhon mein khoon utar aaya tha.
Usne waqt dekha aur chupchap bed se utar gayi.
Chahe jo ho, jeevan toh chalta hi rahta hai.
Woh chupchap bathroom mein chali gayi aur tayyar hone lagi, makeup karne lagi.
Pehle ke dino mein, Rita hamesha khushi se nahati-dhoti, makeup karti, aur gaana gungunati hui nashta banati thi. Par aaj subah, Rita dheeme-dheeme tayyar hui, jaise uski body mein jaan hi nahi bachi thi, bilkul ek bimaar insaan ki tarah.
Mujhe pata tha, is waqt Rita ke dil-o-dimag dono par gehra sadma laga tha. Use ek mareez kehna galat nahi tha.
Tayyar hone ke baad, Rita apne thake hue chehre ke saath kaam par nikal gayi. Usne na toh nashta banaya, na hi Pitaji se baat ki. Aaj subah, Pitaji uski nazron mein jaise koi ajnabi ban gaye the.
Pitaji bhi saari raat nahi soye. Rita ke nahane-dhone ke baad, woh bhi usi tarah apne pair samet kar bed ke sahare baith gaye.
Woh baar-baar darwaze ki taraf dekhte. Kai baar unhone himmat jutayi, par Rita ka saamna karne ki himmat nahi hui.
Jab Rita ghar se nikal gayi, tab Pitaji darrte-darrte bed se utre aur nahane-dhone chale gaye.
Haan, Pitaji ne kal raat “bahut kuch haasil” kiya, par dil se dukhi hone wale sirf Rita hi nahi thi.
Pitaji ne jo chaha woh paa liya, par saath hi unhe iski badi keemat bhi chukani padegi.
Tayyar hone ke baad, Pitaji ne bhi apne liye nashta nahi banaya. Shayad unhe bhi kuch khaane ka man nahi tha. Woh living room ke sofa par baith gaye, humari family photo ko haath mein liye chupchap dekhte rahe.
Woh photo mein main, Rita, Raj, aur Pitaji—hum chaaron the.
Jab hawas sar par chadh jati hai, tab insaan apne parivaar aur zimmedari ke baare mein nahi sochta. Par jab Pitaji ne woh family photo dekhi, toh saari bhaavnaayein unke dil mein ubhar aayi. Aakhir mein, woh photo dekhte hue ro pade, unki aankhon se aansoon behne lage.
Saat-tis tak main office mein ruka. Company mein kaam shuru ho chuka tha. Maine ek lambi saans li. Chunki main pehle bhi aksar office mein der tak rukta tha, isliye mere paas wahan nahane-dhone ka samaan tha. Main bathroom mein gaya, tayyar hua, aur aaine mein apne aap ko dekha. Maine ek kadwi hasi hasi—meri aankhein bhi laal thi, khoon se bhari hui. Kal raat ne hum teeno ko tabah kar diya tha.
Haan, main bhi raat bhar nahi soya, par mujhe zara bhi neend nahi aa rahi thi. Jab company ka naya din shuru hua, maine apne aap ko kaam mein jhonk diya, par dimaag kahin nahi laga. Sara din mera dimaag khali raha.
Mujhe office se ghar jane ka dar tha, par saath hi main ghar jana bhi chahta tha. Kal ke waakiye ke baad, Rita mere dil mein aur bhi zyada jagah bana chuki thi.
Kal jab woh Pitaji ke saath chudai kar rahi thi, mujhe laga jaise woh mujhse door ja rahi hai. Us waqt ka dar aur dil ka dard maine pehle kabhi nahi mehsoos kiya tha. Kho dene ke baad hi cheez ki keemat samajh aati hai—yeh baat bilkul sach hai.
Kal raat ke baad, maine Rita ko nafrat nahi ki, balki woh mere dil mein aur bhi zyada ahem ho gayi.
Dopahar chaar baje, jab Rita ke office ka time khatam hota hai, maine kai baar socha ki use phone karoon. Par mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki usse kya baat karoon, isliye har baar maine phone rakh diya.
Mujhe Rita ki manasik halat par bharosa tha, par phir bhi thodi si chinta ho rahi thi.
Chaaron baje, jab kaam khatam hone laga, maine thodi der ke liye computer video dobara khola.
Rita abhi ghar nahi aayi thi. Pitaji ka mood thoda behtar lagne laga tha, par unka chehra abhi bhi thaka hua tha. Woh kitchen mein kaam kar rahe the.
Kitchen mein dekha toh laga aaj ka dinner kaafi shandaar hoga.
Pitaji badi mehnat se har ek dish bana rahe the. Kya woh is parivaar ke liye kuch bharpaayi karna chahte the?
Woh khana banate-banate baar-baar living room mein waqt dekhte. Unhe dar lag raha tha, par woh jaante the ki yeh tala nahi ja sakta. Aakhir mein unhe saamna karna hi padega.
Waqt dheere-dheere chaar-bees tak pahunch gaya. Aam taur par is waqt tak Rita ghar aa jati hai, par aaj woh abhi tak nahi aayi thi.
Kya kuch galat ho gaya? Mera dil dhadak utha. Main kaanpte haathon se phone uthane laga, Rita ko call karne ke liye.
Par mujhe himmat nahi hui. Mujhe dar tha, dar ki woh baat sach na ho jaye jisse main sabse zyada darta tha.
Aur das minute guzar gaye. Rita abhi bhi nahi aayi thi. Maine paseene se bhare haathon se phone ka lock khola, Rita ko call karne ke liye. Par abhi call lagaya nahi tha ki video mein darwaze ke khulne ki awaaz aayi.
Darwaza khula, aur Rita ka thaka hua chehra ghar mein dikhayi diya. Use ghar aate dekh maine lambi saans li aur phone band kar diya. Mere haathon ke talwe paseene se bheeg chuke the.
Darwaze ke khulne ki awaaz sunte hi, kitchen mein kaam kar rahe Pitaji ka jism ekdum se kaanp utha. Unka haath, jo sabzi kaat raha tha, ekdum se ruk gaya, aur unhone galti se apna haath bhi kaat liya hota.
Woh thodi der ke liye ruke, phir khana banane mein lag gaye. Unmein Rita ka saamna karne ki himmat nahi thi.
Rita ghar aayi, jootiyan badli aur living room ke sofa par baith gayi. Uska chehra safed pad chuka tha, aur usmein thodi si udasi thi.
Uski aankhein ab bhi thodi sooji hui thi, par itni nahi jitni subah thi. Shayad usne din mein eye-drops daale honge.
Sofa par baithne ke baad, usne apna handbag khola aur usmein se kuch cheezein nikali. Un cheezon par packing thi, isliye main samajh nahi paya woh kya thi.
Pitaji abhi bhi be-dhyan se kaam kar rahe the. Unke maathe par paseena aa chuka tha.
Waqt dheere-dheere guzar raha tha. Khana ban chuka tha, par Pitaji mein himmat nahi thi ki woh khana bahar le jayein.
Waqt aage badhta raha. Rita sofa par baithi rahi, seedha saamne dekhti hui, pata nahi kya soch rahi thi.
“Tum yahan aao,” Rita ki awaaz thandi aur bhaavna-heen thi, jaise usmein koi jaan nahi thi. Uska lehja itna thanda tha ki jaise sab kuch jam gaya ho. Ek din aur ek raat guzarne ke baad bhi, Rita ne Pitaji ko maaf karne ka koi sanket nahi diya.
Rita ki “hukum” sunte hi, Pitaji ko majbooran himmat jutani padi. Woh dheere-dheere living room mein aaye. Is dauraan unhone kabhi sar nahi uthaya, apne apron ko haathon se masalte rahe, aur unke maathe par thanda paseena badhta gaya.
Woh ek galti karne wale bacche ki tarah, darrte-darrte Rita ke saamne khade ho gaye.
“Apni nightdress utaar do,” Rita ke yeh shabd sunte hi Pitaji aur computer ke saamne baitha main, dono ki aankhein phat gayi. Yeh kya ho raha tha?
Kya Rita chahti thi ki mere ghar aane se pehle woh aur Pitaji ek baar aur chudai karein?
Nahi, yeh mumkin nahi tha. Rita ke vyavhaar se toh nahi lagta tha ki woh Pitaji ke saath chudai karna chahti thi. Shayad nahi, bilkul nahi.
Pitaji ko jaise yakeen nahi hua. Woh chupchap Rita ki taraf dekhne lage, unki aankhon mein hairaani aur asamanjas tha.
“Nightdress utaar do,” Rita ne dobara kaha, uski aankhein thandi aur nishchayi thi. Uski nazar aisi thi jaise agar Pitaji ne inkaar kiya, toh woh unhe kha jayegi.
Rita ki is thandi, bhaavna-heen nazar ke saamne, Pitaji ki aankhon mein dard aur hairaani thi. Unhe nahi pata tha Rita kya chahti thi, par chunki unhone Rita ke saath galat kiya tha, isliye unhone kaanpte haathon se apna apron
utara, phir dheere-dheere apni nightdress ke button khole aur use utaar diya. Pitaji ka nanga jism ab mere aur Rita ke saamne tha…
Aaj raat hum sab ke liye ek bechain raat thi.
Main computer ke saamne baitha tha, ghar ki har cheez ko dekhta raha, neend toh door-door tak nahi thi. Drawer mein padi purani, expired cigarettes maine ek ke baad ek phoonk daali.
Raat ke waqt, jab chowkidar apna chakkar laga raha tha, usne mujhe office mein computer ke saamne baitha dekha. Usne socha main der raat tak kaam kar raha hoon. Mujhe do-chaar baar awaaz di, aur phir office mein dobara sannata chha gaya. Sirf mere earphones se aati awaaz goonj rahi thi.
Rita ne sab kuch samet liya tha aur living room ke sofa par chupchap baithi thi. Uske dono haath uske sides mein latak rahe the, aankhein saamne ki taraf dekhti hui, pata nahi kya soch rahi thi.
Is waqt uske chehre par koi bhaav nahi tha, jaise uski rooh hi udd chuki ho. Sirf washing machine ki goonjti awaaz sunai de rahi thi.
Bedroom mein Pitaji baar-baar karwatein badal rahe the. Kabhi-kabhi unhone living room ki taraf dekha, unka chehra chinta se bhara tha. Kabhi unki bhaunhein sikud jaati, kabhi woh dheemi aah bharte. Kai baar woh dheere se bed se utre, par jab darwaze ke handle par haath rakha, thodi der sochne ke baad wapas bed par laut aaye.
Shayad Pitaji ko itna bharosa nahi tha, woh Rita se baat karna chahte the, par unmein himmat nahi thi.
Chalis minute baad, Rita ne dhuli hui bedsheets aur chaddar nikali aur balcony ke clothesline par taang di.
Yeh sab karne ke baad, Rita ne living room ki lights band kar di aur humare shaadi ke kamre mein wapas chali gayi. Woh apne pairon ko samet kar bed par baithi, pata nahi kya soch rahi thi, kyunki uske chehre par koi bhaav nahi tha.
Ghar ke iss bejaan mahaul ko dekhkar, mujhe pata tha meri zimmedari kitni bhaari hai. Bahut saara “samaadhaan” ka kaam mujhe karna tha.
Dheere-dheere, Rita ne apna sir apne ghutno ke beech dabaya aur dheemi, be-awaaz si siskiyon mein ro padi. Uska jism aur kandhe thar-thar kaanpte rahe, sab kuch sun-saan ho gaya.
Mujhe nahi pata waqt kaise guzar gaya. Jab mujhe hosh aaya, toh subah ho chuki thi.
Naya din shuru ho gaya. Dhoop khidkiyon se office mein aane lagi.
Dhoop wahi thi, jo har roz hoti hai. Sab kuch wahi, jaise hamesha hota tha, par mere aur mere parivaar ke liye sab badal chuka tha. Hum wapas purane dinon mein nahi ja sakte the. Sab kuch dheere-dheere badal raha tha.
Subah chhe baje ke aaspaas, meri nazar abhi bhi computer par thi. Video raat bhar chalta raha. Rita aur Pitaji ka har ek bhaav maine dekha. Raat ke doosre pehar mein ghar bilkul shaant tha.
Rita apne ghutno ko samete bed par baithi rahi, raat bhar hili nahi. Sach mein nahi pata uske haath aur pair soone toh nahi pade.
Pitaji apne bedroom mein karwatein badalte rahe, kabhi-kabhi aah bharte.
Hum teeno ko shayad subah ka dar tha, kyunki subah aayi, toh iska matlab tha ki hum teeno ka saath hone ka waqt nazdeek aa raha tha. Shayad Rita aur Pitaji ko sabse zyada dar tha ki main ghar wapas aaunga.
Subah chhe-tis ke kareeb, Rita ne sabse pehle apna sir uthaya. Uske baal bikhre hue the, aankhein ro-ro kar laal aur sooji hui thi. Video mein saaf dikh raha tha ki uski aankhon mein khoon utar aaya tha.
Usne waqt dekha aur chupchap bed se utar gayi.
Chahe jo ho, jeevan toh chalta hi rahta hai.
Woh chupchap bathroom mein chali gayi aur tayyar hone lagi, makeup karne lagi.
Pehle ke dino mein, Rita hamesha khushi se nahati-dhoti, makeup karti, aur gaana gungunati hui nashta banati thi. Par aaj subah, Rita dheeme-dheeme tayyar hui, jaise uski body mein jaan hi nahi bachi thi, bilkul ek bimaar insaan ki tarah.
Mujhe pata tha, is waqt Rita ke dil-o-dimag dono par gehra sadma laga tha. Use ek mareez kehna galat nahi tha.
Tayyar hone ke baad, Rita apne thake hue chehre ke saath kaam par nikal gayi. Usne na toh nashta banaya, na hi Pitaji se baat ki. Aaj subah, Pitaji uski nazron mein jaise koi ajnabi ban gaye the.
Pitaji bhi saari raat nahi soye. Rita ke nahane-dhone ke baad, woh bhi usi tarah apne pair samet kar bed ke sahare baith gaye.
Woh baar-baar darwaze ki taraf dekhte. Kai baar unhone himmat jutayi, par Rita ka saamna karne ki himmat nahi hui.
Jab Rita ghar se nikal gayi, tab Pitaji darrte-darrte bed se utre aur nahane-dhone chale gaye.
Haan, Pitaji ne kal raat “bahut kuch haasil” kiya, par dil se dukhi hone wale sirf Rita hi nahi thi.
Pitaji ne jo chaha woh paa liya, par saath hi unhe iski badi keemat bhi chukani padegi.
Tayyar hone ke baad, Pitaji ne bhi apne liye nashta nahi banaya. Shayad unhe bhi kuch khaane ka man nahi tha. Woh living room ke sofa par baith gaye, humari family photo ko haath mein liye chupchap dekhte rahe.
Woh photo mein main, Rita, Raj, aur Pitaji—hum chaaron the.
Jab hawas sar par chadh jati hai, tab insaan apne parivaar aur zimmedari ke baare mein nahi sochta. Par jab Pitaji ne woh family photo dekhi, toh saari bhaavnaayein unke dil mein ubhar aayi. Aakhir mein, woh photo dekhte hue ro pade, unki aankhon se aansoon behne lage.
Saat-tis tak main office mein ruka. Company mein kaam shuru ho chuka tha. Maine ek lambi saans li. Chunki main pehle bhi aksar office mein der tak rukta tha, isliye mere paas wahan nahane-dhone ka samaan tha. Main bathroom mein gaya, tayyar hua, aur aaine mein apne aap ko dekha. Maine ek kadwi hasi hasi—meri aankhein bhi laal thi, khoon se bhari hui. Kal raat ne hum teeno ko tabah kar diya tha.
Haan, main bhi raat bhar nahi soya, par mujhe zara bhi neend nahi aa rahi thi. Jab company ka naya din shuru hua, maine apne aap ko kaam mein jhonk diya, par dimaag kahin nahi laga. Sara din mera dimaag khali raha.
Mujhe office se ghar jane ka dar tha, par saath hi main ghar jana bhi chahta tha. Kal ke waakiye ke baad, Rita mere dil mein aur bhi zyada jagah bana chuki thi.
Kal jab woh Pitaji ke saath chudai kar rahi thi, mujhe laga jaise woh mujhse door ja rahi hai. Us waqt ka dar aur dil ka dard maine pehle kabhi nahi mehsoos kiya tha. Kho dene ke baad hi cheez ki keemat samajh aati hai—yeh baat bilkul sach hai.
Kal raat ke baad, maine Rita ko nafrat nahi ki, balki woh mere dil mein aur bhi zyada ahem ho gayi.
Dopahar chaar baje, jab Rita ke office ka time khatam hota hai, maine kai baar socha ki use phone karoon. Par mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki usse kya baat karoon, isliye har baar maine phone rakh diya.
Mujhe Rita ki manasik halat par bharosa tha, par phir bhi thodi si chinta ho rahi thi.
Chaaron baje, jab kaam khatam hone laga, maine thodi der ke liye computer video dobara khola.
Rita abhi ghar nahi aayi thi. Pitaji ka mood thoda behtar lagne laga tha, par unka chehra abhi bhi thaka hua tha. Woh kitchen mein kaam kar rahe the.
Kitchen mein dekha toh laga aaj ka dinner kaafi shandaar hoga.
Pitaji badi mehnat se har ek dish bana rahe the. Kya woh is parivaar ke liye kuch bharpaayi karna chahte the?
Woh khana banate-banate baar-baar living room mein waqt dekhte. Unhe dar lag raha tha, par woh jaante the ki yeh tala nahi ja sakta. Aakhir mein unhe saamna karna hi padega.
Waqt dheere-dheere chaar-bees tak pahunch gaya. Aam taur par is waqt tak Rita ghar aa jati hai, par aaj woh abhi tak nahi aayi thi.
Kya kuch galat ho gaya? Mera dil dhadak utha. Main kaanpte haathon se phone uthane laga, Rita ko call karne ke liye.
Par mujhe himmat nahi hui. Mujhe dar tha, dar ki woh baat sach na ho jaye jisse main sabse zyada darta tha.
Aur das minute guzar gaye. Rita abhi bhi nahi aayi thi. Maine paseene se bhare haathon se phone ka lock khola, Rita ko call karne ke liye. Par abhi call lagaya nahi tha ki video mein darwaze ke khulne ki awaaz aayi.
Darwaza khula, aur Rita ka thaka hua chehra ghar mein dikhayi diya. Use ghar aate dekh maine lambi saans li aur phone band kar diya. Mere haathon ke talwe paseene se bheeg chuke the.
Darwaze ke khulne ki awaaz sunte hi, kitchen mein kaam kar rahe Pitaji ka jism ekdum se kaanp utha. Unka haath, jo sabzi kaat raha tha, ekdum se ruk gaya, aur unhone galti se apna haath bhi kaat liya hota.
Woh thodi der ke liye ruke, phir khana banane mein lag gaye. Unmein Rita ka saamna karne ki himmat nahi thi.
Rita ghar aayi, jootiyan badli aur living room ke sofa par baith gayi. Uska chehra safed pad chuka tha, aur usmein thodi si udasi thi.
Uski aankhein ab bhi thodi sooji hui thi, par itni nahi jitni subah thi. Shayad usne din mein eye-drops daale honge.
Sofa par baithne ke baad, usne apna handbag khola aur usmein se kuch cheezein nikali. Un cheezon par packing thi, isliye main samajh nahi paya woh kya thi.
Pitaji abhi bhi be-dhyan se kaam kar rahe the. Unke maathe par paseena aa chuka tha.
Waqt dheere-dheere guzar raha tha. Khana ban chuka tha, par Pitaji mein himmat nahi thi ki woh khana bahar le jayein.
Waqt aage badhta raha. Rita sofa par baithi rahi, seedha saamne dekhti hui, pata nahi kya soch rahi thi.
“Tum yahan aao,” Rita ki awaaz thandi aur bhaavna-heen thi, jaise usmein koi jaan nahi thi. Uska lehja itna thanda tha ki jaise sab kuch jam gaya ho. Ek din aur ek raat guzarne ke baad bhi, Rita ne Pitaji ko maaf karne ka koi sanket nahi diya.
Rita ki “hukum” sunte hi, Pitaji ko majbooran himmat jutani padi. Woh dheere-dheere living room mein aaye. Is dauraan unhone kabhi sar nahi uthaya, apne apron ko haathon se masalte rahe, aur unke maathe par thanda paseena badhta gaya.
Woh ek galti karne wale bacche ki tarah, darrte-darrte Rita ke saamne khade ho gaye.
“Apni nightdress utaar do,” Rita ke yeh shabd sunte hi Pitaji aur computer ke saamne baitha main, dono ki aankhein phat gayi. Yeh kya ho raha tha?
Kya Rita chahti thi ki mere ghar aane se pehle woh aur Pitaji ek baar aur chudai karein?
Nahi, yeh mumkin nahi tha. Rita ke vyavhaar se toh nahi lagta tha ki woh Pitaji ke saath chudai karna chahti thi. Shayad nahi, bilkul nahi.
Pitaji ko jaise yakeen nahi hua. Woh chupchap Rita ki taraf dekhne lage, unki aankhon mein hairaani aur asamanjas tha.
“Nightdress utaar do,” Rita ne dobara kaha, uski aankhein thandi aur nishchayi thi. Uski nazar aisi thi jaise agar Pitaji ne inkaar kiya, toh woh unhe kha jayegi.
Rita ki is thandi, bhaavna-heen nazar ke saamne, Pitaji ki aankhon mein dard aur hairaani thi. Unhe nahi pata tha Rita kya chahti thi, par chunki unhone Rita ke saath galat kiya tha, isliye unhone kaanpte haathon se apna apron
utara, phir dheere-dheere apni nightdress ke button khole aur use utaar diya. Pitaji ka nanga jism ab mere aur Rita ke saamne tha…
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Pitaji ne apni shirt utari, aur Rita ne darwaze ke paas lagi ghadi ki taraf dekha. Usse pata tha ki Sameer ke ghar wapas aane ka time ab door nahi tha. Rita ne apne daant bheenche aur apne bag se kuch cheezein nikaali—lagta tha koi dawai ya medical stuff tha. Usne ek disinfection rod uthaya, usme thodi si dawai lagayi, aur Pitaji ke kandhe par lage zakhm ko saaf karne lagi. Woh zakhm Rita ne kal raat kaat kar banaya tha. Zakhm par khun ka thakka jam chuka tha, par woh ab bhi saaf dikh raha tha.
Rita thodi jaldi mein thi jab woh Pitaji ke zakhm saaf kar rahi thi, sath hi unki kalai par bhi, jahan kal raat usne apne nakhun gaad diye the. Kaam khatam karke, Rita ne zakhmon par band-aid lagaye—dono haathon ki kharochon par 6 band-aid aur kandhe ke kaatne ke nishaan par 2. Iske baad, Rita ne ek bada sa plaster nikala, par video ki wajah se uska text clear nahi dikha. Usne woh plaster Pitaji ke kandhe par chipka diya.
“Yeh dono wristbands pehen lo. Agar Sameer poochhe, toh keh dena ki do din pehle galti se kalai mein moch aa gayi, muscle pull ho gaya. Kandhe ka plaster shoulder pain ke liye hai—keh dena ki shoulder ka dard phir se shuru ho gaya. Main nahi chahti ki Sameer ko koi bhi shak ho.” Rita ne plaster lagane ke baad, Pitaji ko do wristbands diye, jo hard plastic ke pack mein the. Yeh wahi elastic cotton ke wristbands the jo Sameer high school mein basketball khelte waqt pehenta tha.
Sach mein, kisiko nahi laga tha ki Rita aise tareeke se nishaan chhupayegi, aur woh bhi itne perfect tareeke se. Pehla, Pitaji ke haath toh waise bhi abhi poori tarah thik nahi hue the, toh wristband pehenna koi badi baat nahi. Doosra, Pitaji ko hamesha se shoulder ka dard tha, jo unke jawani ke dinon ki mehnat ka natija tha. Jab se unki umar badhi, barish ya thandi hawa mein yeh dard badh jata tha. Rita ka dimaag sach mein tez tha—usne situation ke hisaab se plan banaya.
Rita jab Pitaji se baat kar rahi thi, uska har shabd socha-samjha tha, ek bhi extra lafz nahi. Uska lehja bilkul thanda tha, jaise usme koi ehsaas hi na ho. Yeh baat bolne ke baad, Pitaji ke chehre par thodi si ghamgini chha gayi, par unhone zyada dikhaya nahi. Bas halka sa sar hilaya.
“Main bas yeh nahi chahti ki Sameer ko kuch pata chale. Isse zyada kuch sochne ki zarurat nahi.” Sab kuch theek karne ke baad, Rita ne apna bag uthaya aur bedroom ki taraf chali. Jab uska haath door handle par gaya, usne Pitaji ki taraf peeth karke ek thandi si baat kahi.
Rita ki yeh baat sunte hi Pitaji ke honton par ek dard bhari siikn nikal gayi. Uska chehra bilkul dukhi ho gaya. Rita ne saaf kar diya ki usne zakhmon ka ilaaj sirf isliye kiya taaki Sameer ko kal raat ke nishaan na dikhein, na ki Pitaji ki fikr thi. Yeh ek tarah se Pitaji ko yeh batana tha ki “apne dil mein koi galat khayal mat laana.” Rita ne saaf kar diya ki woh Pitaji se doori banaye rakhegi. Pitaji ka dil kitna toota hoga, yeh soch kar hi bura lagta hai.
Yahan par mujhe Pitaji ke liye thodi si hamdardi hui. Aakhir woh ek simple insaan hain, ek buddhe aadmi. Aur yeh toh sab “lund” ke upar ka chakkar hai—kitne log auraton ke jism ke aage gir padte hain. Pitaji bhi toh ek aam mard hain. Maine itna sab “set-up” kiya, itna “push” kiya, toh kya Pitaji khud ko rok pate? Yeh sab toh meri wajah se hua na? Pitaji ki galti hai kya? Haan, galti hai, par poori zimmedari unki nahi. Jo galti unhone ki, woh koi bhi normal mard kar sakta, jisme “lund” ka josh ho. Pitaji bhi isse alag nahi.
Haan, mujhe Pitaji ke liye bura laga, par main unki tarah dard mein doob kar apna dimaag nahi khoya. Kya Rita ne sach mein bas nishaan chhupane ke liye yeh sab kiya? Mujhe toh nahi. Agar sirf nishaan chhupana hota, toh bas wristbands aur ek fake shoulder plaster hi kaafi tha. Usse zakhmon ko disinfect karne ki, band-aid lagane ki kya zaroorat thi? Yeh chhoti-chhoti baatein dikhati hain ki Rita ko Pitaji ki thodi si fikr toh thi. Aakhir woh zakhm usi ne toh diye the. Aur Pitaji uske sasur hain, ek bade hain—kya usse apne bade ko is tarah zakhmi dekh kar zara bhi guilt nahi hua? Aur yeh toh bhi sochne wali baat hai, kal raat ke itne gehre “sambhog” ke baad, kya Rita ke dil mein Pitaji ke liye kuch badal gaya?
Yeh sab toh main bas soch hi sakta hoon, par Pitaji is waqt itna nahi soch rahe the. Woh thodi der tak sad rahe, phir unhone apni aankhein bandh ki aur aansuon ko rok liya. Aansoon nahi baha, bas aankhon ke kono mein thodi si nami thi, jise unhone apne apron se pochha. Phir naak sunghkate hue wristbands pehne, nightgown aur apron pehna, aur kitchen mein kaam shuru kar diya, jaise khud ko mazboot dikhana chahte hon. Is pal mujhe Pitaji par bahut taras aaya…
Rita bedroom mein wapas aayi aur Pitaji ki koi parwah nahi ki. Usne almari kholi aur ek purani nightdress nikali, jo bahut hi conservative thi—full sleeves, collar wali, bilkul winters ke liye bani hui. Sameer ne shayad usse kabhi pehni nahi dekha tha. Jab Rita kapde badal rahi thi, maine dekha ki uske jism par kal raat ke Pitaji ke chumban ke nishaan ab bhi the, bhale hi halke ho gaye the. Yeh conservative nightdress pehenne ka maksad wahi tha—woh nishaan chhupana.
Kapde badalne ke baad, Rita bed par chupchap baith gayi. Har ek minute baad woh apna phone uthake time check karti, shayad usse pata tha ki Sameer ke saamne aane ka waqt nazdeek aa raha hai. Pitaji ne khana table par rakha aur apne bedroom mein chah gaye. Woh apne bed par muh ke bal let gaye, jisse unka chehra dikh nahi raha tha. Ghar ka mahaul bilkul ghamgeen tha.
Maine time dekha—off ka waqt ho chuka tha. Ab saamna karna hi tha. Maine apne chehre ki tight muscles ko thoda sahlaya, phir samaan pack karke ghar ki taraf chala. Raste mein, metro mein bhi, mera dimaag bas yahi soch raha tha ki ghar jakar kya-kya ho sakta hai. Maine har situation ke liye plan banaya. Pata nahi kaise, main apne ghar ke gate tak pahunch gaya. Chaabi haath mein thi, par maine use lock mein daal nahi. Main ruk gaya, himmat nahi juti.
Kafi der tak main wahi khada sochta raha, khud ko himmat deta raha. Tabhi mera phone baja—Rita ka call tha. Shayad main late ho gaya tha, isliye woh check kar rahi thi. Jab phone baja, maine socha ab aur der nahi karni. Maine call reject kiya aur chaabi se darwaza khol diya. Ghar ka sab kuchh saamne tha. Maine dekha Rita usi conservative winter nightdress mein mujhse milne daudi. Hamesha ki tarah nahi, is baar woh seedha mere gale lag gayi, mujhe zor se baahon mein bheench liya.
“Kya hua, darling?” Maine thoda aascharya jataya, par shant raha, pyaar se poochha. Saath hi meri nazar living room mein ghoom rahi thi—Pitaji abhi bhi bedroom mein the kya? Bahar nahi aaye?
“Kuch nahi, bas mujhe tuhje bahut yaad aa rahi thi, jaan,” Rita ne kaampte hui awaaz mein kaha, uski awaaz mein ek roohi si siskari thi.
“Arre, bas ek din raat nahi mila, aur itni yaad aa gayi? Pagal ladki,” maine halka sa mazak kiya, uske baal pyaar se sehlaate hue. Uski body se kal raat ke nahaane ki khushboo ab bhi aa rahi thi. Rita ne apni aankhon ke kone saaf kiye, phir meri chappal badalne aur coat utaarne mein help.
“Haan, pata nahi kyun, kal raat tu nahi tha, dil mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi,” Rita ne muskura kar, thodi si shararat se kaha, par mujhe laga woh zabardasti hans rahi thi. Kitna bhi chhupaye, dil se nikli hansi jaisa natural nahi tha.
“Pitaji kahan hain?” Maine jaan bujhkar normal sawaal kiya, nazar living room mein ghoomaate hue.
“Oh… haan… Pitaji ko shoulder ka dard phir se shuru ho gaya, thodi tabiyat bhi kharab hai, bedroom mein hain,” Rita ne jawaab diya. Jab woh meri coat hang kar rahi thi, uska haath ekdum kaamp gaya, coat girte-girte bacha. Uski awaaz mein halki si thartharahat thi.
“Accha, main dekhta hoon,” maine normal sa jawab diya aur Pitaji ke room ki taraf chala. Is dauraan, maine chupke se Rita ko dekha—uska jism aur bhi zyada kaamp raha tha. Shayad usse darr tha ki main kuch nishaan dekh loonga.
Maine Pitaji ke room ka handle khola. Woh ab bhi bed par muh ke bal pade the, chehra bed ke paas. Mere aane ki awaaz sun kar unka jism bhi thoda kaampa, par unhone khud ko sambhaala.
“Pitaji, Rita bol rahi thi aapki tabiyat theek nahi? Koi serious baat to nahi?”
“Oh… kuch… nahi… bas shoulder ka… dard phir se… aur kalai mein… muscle… muscle pull… ho gaya… thik ho jayega,” Pitaji ne ruk-ruk kar jawab diya. Shayad ghabrahat mein Rita ne jo sikhaya tha, woh poora yaad nahi raha. Unki awaaz mein bhi thartharahat thi.
“Pitaji aapki awaaz kyun kaamp rahi hai? Sach mein koi badi baat to nahi?” maine poochha.
“Sach mein kuch nahi, tu khana kha le. Mujhe thodi tabiyat kharab hai, aaj raat ka nahi,” Pitaji ne waise hi muh niche kiye hue kaha, bina meri taraf dekhe.
Maine unko khane ke liye kaha, par woh zidd par ade rahe. Majboor main wapas living room aaya aur Rita ke saath khana khaya. Rita aur Pitaji ko darr tha ki main kuch nishaan dekh na loon, aur mujhe darr tha ki woh log meri harkat samajh na lein. Isliye maine “zyada bole toh pakda jaayega” wala funda apnaya aur kam bola.
Khane ke dauraan, Rita dheere se chaba rahi thi, hamesha ki tarah itraate hue. Par uski nazar baar-baar mujh par thi, uski aankhon mein ek gehra guilt tha, jaise abhi aansoo nikal aayen. Woh baar baar meri plate mein sabzi daal rahi thi, office ki baatein pooch rahi thi, jaise aaj uski baatein kabhi khatam hi na hon.
“Jaan, mujhe kahin ghumane le chal, bas hum dono,” Rita ne achanak dheere se kaha. Main khana chabate hue ruka, muh khula ka khula reh gaya, khana girte-girte bacha…
Pitaji ne apni shirt utari, aur Rita ne darwaze ke paas lagi ghadi ki taraf dekha. Usse pata tha ki Sameer ke ghar wapas aane ka time ab door nahi tha. Rita ne apne daant bheenche aur apne bag se kuch cheezein nikaali—lagta tha koi dawai ya medical stuff tha. Usne ek disinfection rod uthaya, usme thodi si dawai lagayi, aur Pitaji ke kandhe par lage zakhm ko saaf karne lagi. Woh zakhm Rita ne kal raat kaat kar banaya tha. Zakhm par khun ka thakka jam chuka tha, par woh ab bhi saaf dikh raha tha.
Rita thodi jaldi mein thi jab woh Pitaji ke zakhm saaf kar rahi thi, sath hi unki kalai par bhi, jahan kal raat usne apne nakhun gaad diye the. Kaam khatam karke, Rita ne zakhmon par band-aid lagaye—dono haathon ki kharochon par 6 band-aid aur kandhe ke kaatne ke nishaan par 2. Iske baad, Rita ne ek bada sa plaster nikala, par video ki wajah se uska text clear nahi dikha. Usne woh plaster Pitaji ke kandhe par chipka diya.
“Yeh dono wristbands pehen lo. Agar Sameer poochhe, toh keh dena ki do din pehle galti se kalai mein moch aa gayi, muscle pull ho gaya. Kandhe ka plaster shoulder pain ke liye hai—keh dena ki shoulder ka dard phir se shuru ho gaya. Main nahi chahti ki Sameer ko koi bhi shak ho.” Rita ne plaster lagane ke baad, Pitaji ko do wristbands diye, jo hard plastic ke pack mein the. Yeh wahi elastic cotton ke wristbands the jo Sameer high school mein basketball khelte waqt pehenta tha.
Sach mein, kisiko nahi laga tha ki Rita aise tareeke se nishaan chhupayegi, aur woh bhi itne perfect tareeke se. Pehla, Pitaji ke haath toh waise bhi abhi poori tarah thik nahi hue the, toh wristband pehenna koi badi baat nahi. Doosra, Pitaji ko hamesha se shoulder ka dard tha, jo unke jawani ke dinon ki mehnat ka natija tha. Jab se unki umar badhi, barish ya thandi hawa mein yeh dard badh jata tha. Rita ka dimaag sach mein tez tha—usne situation ke hisaab se plan banaya.
Rita jab Pitaji se baat kar rahi thi, uska har shabd socha-samjha tha, ek bhi extra lafz nahi. Uska lehja bilkul thanda tha, jaise usme koi ehsaas hi na ho. Yeh baat bolne ke baad, Pitaji ke chehre par thodi si ghamgini chha gayi, par unhone zyada dikhaya nahi. Bas halka sa sar hilaya.
“Main bas yeh nahi chahti ki Sameer ko kuch pata chale. Isse zyada kuch sochne ki zarurat nahi.” Sab kuch theek karne ke baad, Rita ne apna bag uthaya aur bedroom ki taraf chali. Jab uska haath door handle par gaya, usne Pitaji ki taraf peeth karke ek thandi si baat kahi.
Rita ki yeh baat sunte hi Pitaji ke honton par ek dard bhari siikn nikal gayi. Uska chehra bilkul dukhi ho gaya. Rita ne saaf kar diya ki usne zakhmon ka ilaaj sirf isliye kiya taaki Sameer ko kal raat ke nishaan na dikhein, na ki Pitaji ki fikr thi. Yeh ek tarah se Pitaji ko yeh batana tha ki “apne dil mein koi galat khayal mat laana.” Rita ne saaf kar diya ki woh Pitaji se doori banaye rakhegi. Pitaji ka dil kitna toota hoga, yeh soch kar hi bura lagta hai.
Yahan par mujhe Pitaji ke liye thodi si hamdardi hui. Aakhir woh ek simple insaan hain, ek buddhe aadmi. Aur yeh toh sab “lund” ke upar ka chakkar hai—kitne log auraton ke jism ke aage gir padte hain. Pitaji bhi toh ek aam mard hain. Maine itna sab “set-up” kiya, itna “push” kiya, toh kya Pitaji khud ko rok pate? Yeh sab toh meri wajah se hua na? Pitaji ki galti hai kya? Haan, galti hai, par poori zimmedari unki nahi. Jo galti unhone ki, woh koi bhi normal mard kar sakta, jisme “lund” ka josh ho. Pitaji bhi isse alag nahi.
Haan, mujhe Pitaji ke liye bura laga, par main unki tarah dard mein doob kar apna dimaag nahi khoya. Kya Rita ne sach mein bas nishaan chhupane ke liye yeh sab kiya? Mujhe toh nahi. Agar sirf nishaan chhupana hota, toh bas wristbands aur ek fake shoulder plaster hi kaafi tha. Usse zakhmon ko disinfect karne ki, band-aid lagane ki kya zaroorat thi? Yeh chhoti-chhoti baatein dikhati hain ki Rita ko Pitaji ki thodi si fikr toh thi. Aakhir woh zakhm usi ne toh diye the. Aur Pitaji uske sasur hain, ek bade hain—kya usse apne bade ko is tarah zakhmi dekh kar zara bhi guilt nahi hua? Aur yeh toh bhi sochne wali baat hai, kal raat ke itne gehre “sambhog” ke baad, kya Rita ke dil mein Pitaji ke liye kuch badal gaya?
Yeh sab toh main bas soch hi sakta hoon, par Pitaji is waqt itna nahi soch rahe the. Woh thodi der tak sad rahe, phir unhone apni aankhein bandh ki aur aansuon ko rok liya. Aansoon nahi baha, bas aankhon ke kono mein thodi si nami thi, jise unhone apne apron se pochha. Phir naak sunghkate hue wristbands pehne, nightgown aur apron pehna, aur kitchen mein kaam shuru kar diya, jaise khud ko mazboot dikhana chahte hon. Is pal mujhe Pitaji par bahut taras aaya…
Rita bedroom mein wapas aayi aur Pitaji ki koi parwah nahi ki. Usne almari kholi aur ek purani nightdress nikali, jo bahut hi conservative thi—full sleeves, collar wali, bilkul winters ke liye bani hui. Sameer ne shayad usse kabhi pehni nahi dekha tha. Jab Rita kapde badal rahi thi, maine dekha ki uske jism par kal raat ke Pitaji ke chumban ke nishaan ab bhi the, bhale hi halke ho gaye the. Yeh conservative nightdress pehenne ka maksad wahi tha—woh nishaan chhupana.
Kapde badalne ke baad, Rita bed par chupchap baith gayi. Har ek minute baad woh apna phone uthake time check karti, shayad usse pata tha ki Sameer ke saamne aane ka waqt nazdeek aa raha hai. Pitaji ne khana table par rakha aur apne bedroom mein chah gaye. Woh apne bed par muh ke bal let gaye, jisse unka chehra dikh nahi raha tha. Ghar ka mahaul bilkul ghamgeen tha.
Maine time dekha—off ka waqt ho chuka tha. Ab saamna karna hi tha. Maine apne chehre ki tight muscles ko thoda sahlaya, phir samaan pack karke ghar ki taraf chala. Raste mein, metro mein bhi, mera dimaag bas yahi soch raha tha ki ghar jakar kya-kya ho sakta hai. Maine har situation ke liye plan banaya. Pata nahi kaise, main apne ghar ke gate tak pahunch gaya. Chaabi haath mein thi, par maine use lock mein daal nahi. Main ruk gaya, himmat nahi juti.
Kafi der tak main wahi khada sochta raha, khud ko himmat deta raha. Tabhi mera phone baja—Rita ka call tha. Shayad main late ho gaya tha, isliye woh check kar rahi thi. Jab phone baja, maine socha ab aur der nahi karni. Maine call reject kiya aur chaabi se darwaza khol diya. Ghar ka sab kuchh saamne tha. Maine dekha Rita usi conservative winter nightdress mein mujhse milne daudi. Hamesha ki tarah nahi, is baar woh seedha mere gale lag gayi, mujhe zor se baahon mein bheench liya.
“Kya hua, darling?” Maine thoda aascharya jataya, par shant raha, pyaar se poochha. Saath hi meri nazar living room mein ghoom rahi thi—Pitaji abhi bhi bedroom mein the kya? Bahar nahi aaye?
“Kuch nahi, bas mujhe tuhje bahut yaad aa rahi thi, jaan,” Rita ne kaampte hui awaaz mein kaha, uski awaaz mein ek roohi si siskari thi.
“Arre, bas ek din raat nahi mila, aur itni yaad aa gayi? Pagal ladki,” maine halka sa mazak kiya, uske baal pyaar se sehlaate hue. Uski body se kal raat ke nahaane ki khushboo ab bhi aa rahi thi. Rita ne apni aankhon ke kone saaf kiye, phir meri chappal badalne aur coat utaarne mein help.
“Haan, pata nahi kyun, kal raat tu nahi tha, dil mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi,” Rita ne muskura kar, thodi si shararat se kaha, par mujhe laga woh zabardasti hans rahi thi. Kitna bhi chhupaye, dil se nikli hansi jaisa natural nahi tha.
“Pitaji kahan hain?” Maine jaan bujhkar normal sawaal kiya, nazar living room mein ghoomaate hue.
“Oh… haan… Pitaji ko shoulder ka dard phir se shuru ho gaya, thodi tabiyat bhi kharab hai, bedroom mein hain,” Rita ne jawaab diya. Jab woh meri coat hang kar rahi thi, uska haath ekdum kaamp gaya, coat girte-girte bacha. Uski awaaz mein halki si thartharahat thi.
“Accha, main dekhta hoon,” maine normal sa jawab diya aur Pitaji ke room ki taraf chala. Is dauraan, maine chupke se Rita ko dekha—uska jism aur bhi zyada kaamp raha tha. Shayad usse darr tha ki main kuch nishaan dekh loonga.
Maine Pitaji ke room ka handle khola. Woh ab bhi bed par muh ke bal pade the, chehra bed ke paas. Mere aane ki awaaz sun kar unka jism bhi thoda kaampa, par unhone khud ko sambhaala.
“Pitaji, Rita bol rahi thi aapki tabiyat theek nahi? Koi serious baat to nahi?”
“Oh… kuch… nahi… bas shoulder ka… dard phir se… aur kalai mein… muscle… muscle pull… ho gaya… thik ho jayega,” Pitaji ne ruk-ruk kar jawab diya. Shayad ghabrahat mein Rita ne jo sikhaya tha, woh poora yaad nahi raha. Unki awaaz mein bhi thartharahat thi.
“Pitaji aapki awaaz kyun kaamp rahi hai? Sach mein koi badi baat to nahi?” maine poochha.
“Sach mein kuch nahi, tu khana kha le. Mujhe thodi tabiyat kharab hai, aaj raat ka nahi,” Pitaji ne waise hi muh niche kiye hue kaha, bina meri taraf dekhe.
Maine unko khane ke liye kaha, par woh zidd par ade rahe. Majboor main wapas living room aaya aur Rita ke saath khana khaya. Rita aur Pitaji ko darr tha ki main kuch nishaan dekh na loon, aur mujhe darr tha ki woh log meri harkat samajh na lein. Isliye maine “zyada bole toh pakda jaayega” wala funda apnaya aur kam bola.
Khane ke dauraan, Rita dheere se chaba rahi thi, hamesha ki tarah itraate hue. Par uski nazar baar-baar mujh par thi, uski aankhon mein ek gehra guilt tha, jaise abhi aansoo nikal aayen. Woh baar baar meri plate mein sabzi daal rahi thi, office ki baatein pooch rahi thi, jaise aaj uski baatein kabhi khatam hi na hon.
“Jaan, mujhe kahin ghumane le chal, bas hum dono,” Rita ne achanak dheere se kaha. Main khana chabate hue ruka, muh khula ka khula reh gaya, khana girte-girte bacha…