Adultery Ak CUCKOLD KI DIARY ( revenge)

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introduction
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4
chapter 5
chapter 6
introduction 2
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 9
chapter 10
chapter 11 page 9
chapter 12 page 10
chapter 13 page 10
chapter 14 page 10
important introduction upadate page 11
chapter 15 page 12
chapter 16 page 12

Chapter 17 page 13 ​

Chapter 18 page 14 ​

Chapter 19 page 15 ​

Chapter 20 page 15 ​

Chapter 21 page 16 ​

Chapter 22 page 16​

Chapter 23 page 16​

Chapter 24 page 17​

Chapter 25 page 20​

Chapter 26 page 21 ​

Chapter 27 page 22 ​

Chapter 28 page 22 ​

Chapter 29 page 23 ​

chapter 30 page 25 ​

chapter 31 page 27
chapter 32 page 30
chapter 33 page 30
chapter 34 page 30
chapter 35 page 30
chapter 36 page 31
chapter 37 page 32
chapter 38 page 33
chapter 39 page 36
chapter 40 page 36
chapter 41 page 36
chapter 42 page 36
chapter 43 page 37
chapter 44 page 37
chapter 45 page 39
chapter 46 page 39
chapter 47 page 40
chapter 48 page 40
chapter 49 page 40

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Introduction

1. Mr. Randhawa (The Foundation - Deceased)

* Role: Parminder ke late husband.
* Legacy: Unhone kafi jaydad chhodi, par physical level par wo Parminder ko hamesah satisfy rakhate the unka 7-inch lamba 2.6 inch mota land aur acche sex drive hona. aur Unki kinky habits jo Parminder ke andar ki dabi hui aag ko bhadkaya tha, par ab unki aag bujhane ki leye koye nahe bacha he aur ye aag ab volcano ban gaye he.

1. Parminder Kaur (Ghar ki Shaan/Devi)
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* Role: Late Mr. Randhawa ki patni aur Tarundeep ki Maa.
* Profile: M.A. Biology educated, ek independent aur "self-made" woman jo apne pati ki maut ke baad poore business (Petrol pump, cold storage, agriculture) ko sambhaal rahi hai.

* Psychological State: Duniya ki nazar mein wo ek "Devi" aur khandaan ki "Shaan" hai, par andar se wo pichle 7 saalon se ek gehri physical aur emotional pyaas se guzar rahi hai.
* The Conflict: Wo apne bachon ki khatir apni izzat aur wajood ko daav par lagane ke liye taiyar ho jati hai, jo use Ram-Lal ke "trap" ki taraf le jata hai.

2. Tarundeep Singh (cuckold/ story taller)

* Role: Parminder Kaur ka beta.
* The Catalyst: Is poori kahani ka 'Action-Reaction' isi ke ek 'Prayer' (dua) se shuru hua. Usne apni Maa aur Behen ki khushi maangi thi, par 'Waheguru' ka insaf alag raste se aaya.
* Psychological Arc: Tarundeep ne college canteen mein Ram-Lal ko thappad maarkar dushmani ka beej boya. Wo ek "Cuckold" trajectory par hai, jahan wo chup kar apni Maa aur Behen ke transformation aur unke "Shaan" se "Submission" tak ke safar ko record aur observe karta hai.



4. Simran Kaur (The Sister / The Spark)
igurer - 30-24-29
* Role: Tarundeep ki behen.

* The Moment: College mein jab Tarun ne Ram-Lal ko thappad maara, tab Simran aur Ram-Lal ki nazrein mili thi. Us ek pal ne Ram-Lal ke andar badle ki aag ko aur tez kar diya. Simran ki khamosh pyaas bhi is 'Divine Justice' ka hissa hai.


3. Ram-Lal (villian)

* Role: 19-saal ka college student jo Randhawa family ke liye 'Kaal' bankar aaya hai.

* Traits: Bahut achha stamina aur physical strength bhi acche he par is ki sab se jayda khass baat is ka 10-inch lamba aur 4.3 inch mota land he

ram lal dubla-patla zaroor dikhta hai par uska dimaag aur irade bahut khatarnak hain.
* The Mission: Apni beizzati ka badla lene ke liye usne poore Randhawa khandaan ko barbad karne ki kasam khayi hai. Wo Parminder Kaur ki mamta aur uske tyag (sacrifice) ko dhaal banakar unhe apne jaal mein fansa chuka hai.

 

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Chapter 1
Bejjati ka Badla
Day 1

Hi dosto, main Tarundeep. Ye meri diary ka pehla din hai. Kisi ne kaha tha ki jab dimaag ki nasein phatne wali hon aur seene mein tension ka bojh jama ho jaye, toh us daily activity ko paper par ulti (vomit) kar dena chahiye. Raat ko sone se pehle likhne se shayad mera dimaag thoda shant ho jaye aur main kal subah khud ko bikhre hue tukdon se wapas jod kar tension-free hokar apna kaam kar sakun.
Aaj subah kareeb 6 baje main Gurudwara gaya tha. Wahan ka wo safed sangmarmar (white marble) thandak de raha tha. Itni badi aur alishaan imarat, jiski deewaron par sone (gold) ki baarik nakkashi ki chamak aisi thi jaise khud Waheguru ka noor baras raha ho. Darbar Sahib ke andar aakar ek ajeeb sa thehraav tha. Log wahan kitne chain se baithe the, aankhein band kiye, ekdum shant... maine bhi wahan matha teka. Maine sacche dil se mannat maangi thi ki meri Maa aur Behen ki zindagi se wo manhusiyat aur dukh hamesha ke liye mit jaye jo Papa ji ke us accident ke baad hamari zindagi se chipak gaya hai.
Lekin Waheguru se shanti maangne ke baad bhi, jab aankh band karta hoon toh mujhe sirf wo din dikhta hai. Wo din jisne mujhe andar se tod diya tha.
Main us din ghar par akela tha. Sannata tha poore ghar mein. Achanak hall mein rakhe landline ki shrill aawaz ne us sannate ko cheera. Caller ID par dekha... meri sweet mom, Parminder Kaur. Meri Maa, jo 54 saal ki umar mein bhi itni aakarshak aur zinda-dil hain ki unke chehre ki chamak aur unki smile dekh kar poora ghar roshan rehta tha.

Maine receiver uthaya, "Haan Maa..."
Par wahan se koi jawab nahi aaya. Sirf ek aawaz aayi... ek aisi aawaz jise sunkar mere jism ka saara khoon jam gaya. Wo ro rahi thi. Meri Maa, jo kabhi kisi choti baat par nahi ghabrati thi, wo kisi chote bacche ki tarah buri tarah bilakh rahi thi. Unki aawaz darr se is kadar kaanp rahi thi ki shabd saaf nahi nikal rahe the.
"Beta..." unhone haanfhte hue kaha, "Jaldi... Green Hospital aaja. Beta kuch mat pooch kya hua hai, bas tu jaldi aaja..." aur iske sath hi phone ek ajeeb si 'beep' ke sath cut ho gaya.
Wo receiver mere hath mein tha, aur main poore 5 minute tak wahi patthar ki murti ban kar khada raha. Mera dimaag blank ho gaya tha. Meri body freez thi. Maa ro rahi thi? Meri Maa? Wo strong aurat jisne hamesha sabko sambhala tha, aaj wo aisi aawaz mein madad maang rahi thi? Jab hosh aaya, toh dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki lag raha tha pasliyan tod kar bahar aa jayega. Maine bike ki chabi uthayi aur paagalon ki tarah Green Hospital, Shree Ganganagar ke sabse bade aur respected aspatal ki taraf bhaga.
Hospital ki reception par ja kar main theek se saans bhi nahi le pa raha tha. "Randhawa family..." meri aawaz kaanp rahi thi.
Counter par baithi nurse ne computer mein dekha aur uske agle lafzon ne mere pairo ke neeche se zameen kheench li. "Abhi kuch der pehle hi ye family ambulance se aayi hai. Accident bahut bhayanak tha. Aadmi aur us ladki ka bahut khoon beh gaya hai, condition kafe critical hai. Jo aurat unke sath aayi hai, unki halat bhi kharab hai... wo sab 7th floor par operation theatre mein hain."
'Khoon beh gaya hai', 'Critical condition'... ye shabd mere dimaag mein hathaude ki tarah baj rahe the. Lift ka wait karne ki himmat nahi thi mere andar. Main paagalon ki tarah 7th floor tak seedhiyon se bhaga. Har seedhi ke sath meri saans ukhad rahi thi.
Jab main 7th floor ke thande corridor mein pahuncha, toh maine unhe dekha. Meri Maa.
Wo wahan thi. Unke sar aur pet ke hisse par khoon se sani hui moti-moti pattiyan (bandages) bandhi thi. Unka ek pair poori tarah se plaster mein jakda hua tha. Wo shaan, wo chamak, wo khoobsurti... sab us aspatal ke khoon aur dard mein doob gayi thi. Unhe us haal mein dekh kar mere andar ka bacha mar gaya. Main apne aansu nahi rok paya. Main daud kar gaya aur seedha unke pairo mein gir gaya.
"Maa... ye sab kya hua? Kaise hua ye sab Maa?" main ro raha tha, cheekh raha tha.
Maa kuch nahi bol payi. Wo kafi der tak sadme mein chup rahi, unki aankhein khali lag rahi thi. Par phir... unhone apne kaanpte hue hathon se mujhe apne gale se laga liya. Bachpan ke baad se, bada hone par main jis tarah unke itne kareeb aane aur hug karne se awkwardly bachna chahta tha... aaj, us bhayanak manzar ke beech, unka wo hug mujhe duniya ka sabse mehfooz aur comfortable hissa lag raha tha. Main unki saanson ki tez aawaz sun sakta tha, unke dard ko mehsoos kar sakta tha.
Wo bas ro rahi thi, aur main us din samajh gaya tha ki meri duniya hamesha ke liye badal chuki hai.



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Main aspatal ke us thande corridor mein Maa ko gale lagaye ro raha tha. Tabhi operation theatre ke bhari darwaze khule aur main doctor bahar aaye. Main bhaag kar unke paas gaya aur kampte hue hothon se Papa ji aur Simran ki halat ke baare mein poocha.
Doctor ne kuch bolne se pehle mere bagal mein khadi Maa ko dekha aur paas khadi do nurses ko ishara kiya. Nurses ne Maa ko pakda aur unhe zabardasti ek doosre room ki taraf le jane lagi. Maa jana nahi chahti thi, wo mujhse aur us operation theatre ke darwaze se chipke rehna chahti thi, par nurses unhe pakad kar le gayi.
Maine gusse aur darr mein doctor se poocha, "Ye kya kar rahe ho aap? Unhe kahan bhej rahe ho?"
Doctor ki aawaz bahut bhari aur stable thi. Unke chehre par ek ajeeb si sanjeedgi thi. Unhone meri aankhon mein dekha aur kaha, "Tarun, mere paas ek good news hai aur ek bad news. Pehle bad news suno... Hamari saari koshish nakam rahi. Hum Mr. Randhawa ko nahi bacha sake. He is no more. Wo ab is duniya mein nahi rahe."
Ye lafz sunte hi mere pairo ke neeche se zameen khisak gayi. Mera dimaag blank ho gaya aur main apne pairo par khada nahi reh saka. Mere ghutne takraye aur main seedha aspatal ke thande farsh par gir gaya. Papa... wo insaan jinke naam se poora ghar aur karobar chalta tha, wo ab nahi rahe?
Doctor ne apni stable tone mein aage bolna shuru kiya, "Good news ye hai ki tumhari choti behen Simran theek hai. Uski life ko ab koi khatra nahi hai. Par Tarun, is accident se use kafi gehra sadma laga hai, aur tumhare Papa ki death ki khabar is sadme ko aur zyada complicate bana degi. Tumhari Maa ko bhi ek deep mental shock laga hai."
Main farsh par baitha sirf aansu baha raha tha, aur doctor ki aawaz mere kano mein goonj rahi thi. "Mera manna hai ki ab tumhe apna poora focus sirf in dono par rakhna hoga. Is haalat mein wo na toh sahi soch pa rahi hain aur na hi kuch sahi faisla kar sakti hain. Is heavy shock ki wajah se unhe serious mental problems ho sakti hain, jaise memory loss ya wo khud par se apna control poori tarah kho sakti hain. Yaad rakhna, unhe kisi bhi keemat par tension nahi lene dena hai. Jab bhi wo is accident ke baare mein sochengi, unki mental problem trigger ho jayegi aur unke liye sahi aur galat ka faisla karna mushkil hota chala jayega."
Doctor ne mujhe clear warning di, "Tumhe unhe is accident ke baare mein sochne se rokna hoga. Unhe na toh zyada tension leni hai, na shor-sharabe mein rehna hai aur na hi gussa karna hai. Unhe hamesha ek strict limit mein rakhna hoga. Agar unhone is accident ya usse judi kisi bhi cheez ke baare mein socha, toh unka dimaag reality ko process nahi kar payega. Wo unstable aur unpredictable ho jayengi. Is condition mein wo khud ko aur apne paas ke logon ko bada nuksan pahuncha sakti hain. Maine unki medicines aur daily injections ka prescription likh diya hai, ye bahut zaroori hain. Aur unhe har Saturday ko strict health checkup ke liye lana hoga taaki hum unki mental condition ko map kar sakein."
Iske baad doctor ne mujhe us bhayanak accident ki asliyat batayi. "Tumhari Maa ki car bahut speed mein thi aur aage ja rahe ek truck ke peeche ja kar takra gayi. Police ne is case mein saari galti Parminder Kaur ki maani hai, par tumhari family ka loss itna bada tha ki police aur truck owner ne tumhari family ke khilaf koi legal action nahi liya hai. Par sabse buri baat ye thi ki us truck mein lohe ki rods (iron rods) transport ho rahi thi. Ek lohe ki rod seedha tumhari Maa ki tummy (pet) wale hisse mein ja lagi aur aar-paar nikal gayi. Hamein unki jaan bachane ke liye emergency operation karke unki bachha-dani (uterus) nikalni padi. Ye operation itna jaldi karna tha ki hum use replace nahi kar paye. Unke sar par bhi chotein aayi hain, par wo zyada pareshan karne wali nahi hain. Asli khatra unki physical nahi, unki mental health hai."

Ye sab sunne ke baad mere andar jaise jaan hi nahi bachi thi. Doctor ne khud apne haathon se mujhe pakad kar farsh se uthaya aur paas rakhi ek chair par bitha diya. Main wahan baitha bas kaanp raha tha aur ro raha tha.
Kuch ghanton baad, jab main thoda sambhala toh uthkar ek nurse ke paas gaya aur poocha, "Meri Maa aur Behen kahan hain?"
Nurse mujhe ek corridor se hote hue ek private VIP room ke bahar le gayi. Jab main andar gaya, toh wo room kisi 5-star hotel jaisa tha. Central AC chal raha tha, thandak thi, aur samne ek badi LED TV lagi hui thi. Room mein do alag-alag beds the.
Dono beds par drips aur bottles chadhi hui thi. Ek bed par Simran thi. Maine dekha ki uske ek haath aur kandhe par heavy bandages bandhe hue the. Wo dawaiyon ke asar se bahut peacefully so rahi thi. Doosre bed par Maa thi. Unke pet aur sar par khoon se sani hui moti bandages thi, par wo bhi is waqt bilkul shanti se so rahi thi.
Main dheere se chal kar un dono beds ke beech rakhi ek chair par aakar baith gaya. Maine un dono ki taraf dekha, aur bina ek bhi pal soye, rote hue, poori raat wahin us chair par unhe dekhte hue guzaar di. Aaj se meri zindagi ka sirf ek hi maqsad bacha tha—in dono ko us darr aur sadme se bacha kar rakhna.

 

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CHAPTER 2 DAY 1 END

Maine apni aankhein kholi. Main abhi bhi Gurudwara mein hi tha. Darbar Sahib ki us shanti aur Gurbani ki aawaz ne mujhe past ke us aspatal wale sadme se wapas present mein kheench liya. Main matha tek kar bahar aa gaya. Hawa mein thandak thi, par dimaag aur dil abhi bhi bhari the.

Main apni car mein baitha aur seedha apne petrol pump ki taraf nikal gaya. Waise toh ye petrol pump hamara hi hai, par main iske backroom ko apne 'main office' ki tarah use karta hoon. Wahin se hamare zameen aur baaki saare business ke kaam handle hote hain.

Main abhi raste mein hi tha, gadi normal speed par chala raha tha ki achanak mere phone ki ringtone baji. Screen par dekha toh mere ek dost ka call tha. Ye dost Delhi ke usi college mein padhta hai jahan meri behen padhti hai. Meri behen Delhi se MBBS kar rahi hai aur wahan college ke hostel mein hi rehti hai.

Maine call pick kiya. "Haan bhai, bol," maine normal tone mein kaha.

Par doosri taraf se uski aawaz mein ek ajeeb si tension thi. Usne jo bataya, use sunkar mere dimaag ki nasein aithne lagi. Usne bataya ki aaj subah college campus mein kisi ne meri behen ko chheda hai.

Ye sunte hi mera khoon khaul utha. Mera parivaar, meri shaan... is par koi bahar wala aankh uthaye, ye mujhe kisi keemat par bardaasht nahi tha. Maine ek jhatke mein steering ghumayi aur tyres ki cheekh ke sath car ko road ki side mein laga kar break maar diya. Mera poora jism gusse se jal raha tha. Saansein tez ho gayi thi.

"Sun," maine apne daant peeste hue aur aawaz ko dabaate hue dost se bola, "Kaun hai wo kutta?"

Dost ne thoda ghabrate hue jawab diya, "Bhai, koi bada group nahi hai, akela hi hai ek ladka..."

"Akela hai?" Mere andar ka guroor aur gussa ek sath ufaan par aa gaya. "Toh sun meri baat dhyaan se. Apne do-teen laundo ka ek group bana, aur us saale ko pakad. Us kutte ko uski naani yaad dila de. Use aisi maut maar ki uska har ek din ab se is college mein nark (hell) jaisa guzarna chahiye. Use samajh aana chahiye ki usne kisse dushmani mol li hai." Call cut karte hi maine car ke steering wheel par zor se mukka maara. Mera ego poore aasmaan par tha. Mujhe laga main ek 'bhai' hone ka farz nibha raha hoon, apni taqat dikha raha hoon. Par mujhe kahan pata tha ki gusse aur guroor mein liya gaya mera ye faisla us 'Action-Reaction' ki pehli kadi (link) banne wala hai, jo meri poori family ki shaan ko aag laga dega.

 

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Introduction

1. Mr. Randhawa (The Foundation - Deceased)

* Role: Parminder ke late husband.
* Legacy: Unhone kafi jaydad chhodi, par physical level par wo Parminder ko hamesah satisfy rakhate the unka 7-inch lamba 2.6 inch mota land aur acche sex drive hona. aur Unki kinky habits jo Parminder ke andar ki dabi hui aag ko bhadkaya tha, par ab unki aag bujhane ki leye koye nahe bacha he aur ye aag ab volcano ban gaye he.

1. Parminder Kaur (Ghar ki Shaan/Devi)
figurer - 49gg-27-50
* Role: Late Mr. Randhawa ki patni aur Tarundeep ki Maa.
* Profile: M.A. Biology educated, ek independent aur "self-made" woman jo apne pati ki maut ke baad poore business (Petrol pump, cold storage, agriculture) ko sambhaal rahi hai.

* Psychological State: Duniya ki nazar mein wo ek "Devi" aur khandaan ki "Shaan" hai, par andar se wo pichle 7 saalon se ek gehri physical aur emotional pyaas se guzar rahi hai.
* The Conflict: Wo apne bachon ki khatir apni izzat aur wajood ko daav par lagane ke liye taiyar ho jati hai, jo use Ram-Lal ke "trap" ki taraf le jata hai.

2. Tarundeep Singh (cuckold/ story taller)

* Role: Parminder Kaur ka beta.
* The Catalyst: Is poori kahani ka 'Action-Reaction' isi ke ek 'Prayer' (dua) se shuru hua. Usne apni Maa aur Behen ki khushi maangi thi, par 'Waheguru' ka insaf alag raste se aaya.
* Psychological Arc: Tarundeep ne college canteen mein Ram-Lal ko thappad maarkar dushmani ka beej boya. Wo ek "Cuckold" trajectory par hai, jahan wo chup kar apni Maa aur Behen ke transformation aur unke "Shaan" se "Submission" tak ke safar ko record aur observe karta hai.



4. Simran Kaur (The Sister / The Spark)
igurer - 30-24-29
* Role: Tarundeep ki behen.

* The Moment: College mein jab Tarun ne Ram-Lal ko thappad maara, tab Simran aur Ram-Lal ki nazrein mili thi. Us ek pal ne Ram-Lal ke andar badle ki aag ko aur tez kar diya. Simran ki khamosh pyaas bhi is 'Divine Justice' ka hissa hai.


3. Ram-Lal (villian)

* Role: 19-saal ka college student jo Randhawa family ke liye 'Kaal' bankar aaya hai.

* Traits: Bahut achha stamina aur physical strength bhi acche he par is ki sab se jayda khass baat is ka 10-inch lamba aur 4.3 inch mota land he

ram lal dubla-patla zaroor dikhta hai par uska dimaag aur irade bahut khatarnak hain.
* The Mission: Apni beizzati ka badla lene ke liye usne poore Randhawa khandaan ko barbad karne ki kasam khayi hai. Wo Parminder Kaur ki mamta aur uske tyag (sacrifice) ko dhaal banakar unhe apne jaal mein fansa chuka hai.

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CHAPTER 2 DAY 1 END

Maine apni aankhein kholi. Main abhi bhi Gurudwara mein hi tha. Darbar Sahib ki us shanti aur Gurbani ki aawaz ne mujhe past ke us aspatal wale sadme se wapas present mein kheench liya. Main matha tek kar bahar aa gaya. Hawa mein thandak thi, par dimaag aur dil abhi bhi bhari the.

Main apni car mein baitha aur seedha apne petrol pump ki taraf nikal gaya. Waise toh ye petrol pump hamara hi hai, par main iske backroom ko apne 'main office' ki tarah use karta hoon. Wahin se hamare zameen aur baaki saare business ke kaam handle hote hain.

Main abhi raste mein hi tha, gadi normal speed par chala raha tha ki achanak mere phone ki ringtone baji. Screen par dekha toh mere ek dost ka call tha. Ye dost Delhi ke usi college mein padhta hai jahan meri behen padhti hai. Meri behen Delhi se MBBS kar rahi hai aur wahan college ke hostel mein hi rehti hai.

Maine call pick kiya. "Haan bhai, bol," maine normal tone mein kaha.

Par doosri taraf se uski aawaz mein ek ajeeb si tension thi. Usne jo bataya, use sunkar mere dimaag ki nasein aithne lagi. Usne bataya ki aaj subah college campus mein kisi ne meri behen ko chheda hai.

Ye sunte hi mera khoon khaul utha. Mera parivaar, meri shaan... is par koi bahar wala aankh uthaye, ye mujhe kisi keemat par bardaasht nahi tha. Maine ek jhatke mein steering ghumayi aur tyres ki cheekh ke sath car ko road ki side mein laga kar break maar diya. Mera poora jism gusse se jal raha tha. Saansein tez ho gayi thi.

"Sun," maine apne daant peeste hue aur aawaz ko dabaate hue dost se bola, "Kaun hai wo kutta?"

Dost ne thoda ghabrate hue jawab diya, "Bhai, koi bada group nahi hai, akela hi hai ek ladka..."

"Akela hai?" Mere andar ka guroor aur gussa ek sath ufaan par aa gaya. "Toh sun meri baat dhyaan se. Apne do-teen laundo ka ek group bana, aur us saale ko pakad. Us kutte ko uski naani yaad dila de. Use aisi maut maar ki uska har ek din ab se is college mein nark (hell) jaisa guzarna chahiye. Use samajh aana chahiye ki usne kisse dushmani mol li hai." Call cut karte hi maine car ke steering wheel par zor se mukka maara. Mera ego poore aasmaan par tha. Mujhe laga main ek 'bhai' hone ka farz nibha raha hoon, apni taqat dikha raha hoon. Par mujhe kahan pata tha ki gusse aur guroor mein liya gaya mera ye faisla us 'Action-Reaction' ki pehli kadi (link) banne wala hai, jo meri poori family ki shaan ko aag laga dega.

Good going

 

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Bejjati ka Badla chapter 3​

Day 2
Hi dosto, aaj mera Day 2 hai. Dimaag abhi bhi gusse se phat raha hai, par kal raat diary likhne se jo thoda thehraav mila tha, uski wajah se aaj ye pen wapas uthaya hai. Aaj ka din meri zindagi ka, aur shayad mere khandaan ke guroor ka, ek aisa panna ban gaya hai jise main chah kar bhi nahi mita paunga.
Kal dost ka call aane ke baad main poori raat theek se so nahi paya. Subah hote hi maine tay kar liya tha ki main khud Simran se milne Delhi jaunga. Maa (Parminder Kaur) ko jab ye baat pata chali toh wo bahut ghabra gayi.

Wo ek maa hain, apne bacchon par aanch aate nahi dekh sakti. Unhone zid ki ki wo bhi mere sath Delhi chalengi. Par maine unhe saaf mana kar diya. Hamari 'Randhawa Corporation' ki kuch bahut badi business deals final honi thi aaj. Maa us poori company ki owner aur face hain, unka us meeting mein hona bahut zaroori tha. Main us tension ke beech unhe Delhi ki is gandgi mein nahi ghasitna chahta tha. Maine unhe bharosa dilaya ki unka beta sab sambhal lega, aur akela hi nikal gaya.
Maine subah ki pehli flight ki airline ticket li aur Delhi pahunch gaya. Airport par mere wahi dost mujhe pick karne aaye the. Mera irada Simran ko surprise dene ka tha.

Mujhe laga tha ki main chupchap jaunga, uske sar par hath rakhunga aur uski saari tension khatam kar dunga.
Doston ke sath main seedha college gaya. Lunch time chal raha tha. Hum log cafeteria mein ghuse toh wahan bheed thi. Meri nazrein sirf apni behen ko dhoondh rahi thi. Phir maine use dekha. Meri cute si behen, Simran, ek table par aaram se baithi apna lunch kar rahi thi. Uski peeth (back) meri taraf thi.

Mere chehre par ek badi si smile aa gayi. Main dabe kadmon se uske paas ja raha tha, use peeche se hug karne ke liye.
Par tabhi... mere kadam wahi ruk gaye.
Ek ladka... ek behad aam, kala aur badshakal sa ladka Simran ki table ke paas aaya. Uske hath mein ek colorful phoolon ka guldasta (bouquet) tha.

Usne jhuk kar wo guldasta meri behen ki taraf badhaya.
Us ek second mein, mere dimaag ki saari nasein khinch gayi. Mera khoon 7 aasmaan par ubalne laga.

Mere khandaan ki izzat, meri behen... aur ye do kaudi ka ladka use phool de raha hai? Mera ego, mera guroor us pal mere dimaag par poori tarah haavi ho gaya. Main ye bardaasht hi nahi kar paya.
Maine ek second ki bhi deri nahi ki. Main tezi se aage badha aur peeche se us ladke ko dabocha. Usne palatne ki koshish ki, par isse pehle ki wo kuch samajh pata, maine apna poora zor lagakar uske chehre par ek jordar thappad jad diya.

Chataak! Aawaz itni tez thi ki poore cafeteria mein sannata chha gaya. Wo ladka ladkhadaya, par maine uski t-shirt ka collar wahi se jakad liya aur lagatar 3-4 aur thappad poori taqat se uske gaalon par de maare.
"Bhaiya! Chhodiye use!" Simran cheekhi aur usne mujhe peeche dhakelne ki koshish ki.
Cafeteria mein bheed ikattha ho chuki thi. Saikdon (hundreds) students humein dekh rahe the. Mere dimaag par khoon sawar tha. Maine Simran ko halke se dhakka dekar side kiya. Zameen par gire hue uske phoolon ke guldaste ko maine apne joote (shoes) ke neeche buri tarah kuchal diya. Us ladke ka collar meri mutthi mein tha. Maine use ek aur zor ka thappad maara.
Wo ladka mere kandhe (shoulder) tak hi aata tha. Main usse physically bahut zyada muscular aur strong tha. Par jab maine uski taraf dekha... toh uske chehre par darr nahi tha. Uski aankhein gusse se poori tarah laal ho chuki thi.

Uske dono gaal mere thappadon se laal the aur un par meri ungliyon ke nishaan saaf chhap gaye the. Usne mere us hath ko, jisse maine uska collar pakda tha, apne dono hathon se poori taqat se pakad rakha tha. Wo meri pakad se chhootne ki poori koshish kar raha tha, par mere aage uski taqat kuch nahi thi. Par uski un laal, gusse se bhari aankhon mein jo aag thi, wo bahut ajeeb thi. Wo mujhe aise ghoor raha tha jaise wo mujhe zinda chaba jayega.
Maine uski aankhon mein dekhte hue ek aakhri warning di, "Aaj ke baad... agar meri behen ke aas-paas bhi nazar aaya na, toh jaan se maar dunga. Samjha, gandi naali ke keede?"
Ye bolkar maine use poore zor se jhatka dekar zameen par phenk diya. Wo wahi un kuchle hue phoolon ke beech gir gaya. Maine Simran ka hath pakda aur use khinchte hue us bheed bhare cafeteria se bahar nikal laya.
Raaste bhar Simran chup rahi. Usne ek shabd nahi kaha. Par mujhe lagta hai ki maine ek bhai hone ka apna farz poora kar diya hai. Maine uski aukaat use dikha di hai.
Par... ab jab main akele is kamre mein baitha hoon, toh baar-baar mujhe us ladke ki wo laal aankhein yaad aa rahi hain. Wo mujhe ghoor raha tha... bina kuch bole.