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Adultery Benaam Chahat
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Yeh kahani ek fictional story hai jo sirf mature audience (18+) ke liye likhi gayi hai. Isme complex aur sensitive themes explore ki gayi hain, jaise trauma, badle ki bhavna, aur insani rishtey ke dark aspects. Kahani mein explicit content aur psychological elements hain jo kuch readers ke liye uncomfortable ya triggering ho sakte hain.
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Is kahani mein sexual violence, emotional manipulation, aur moral ambiguity jaise topics cover kiye gaye hain. Reader discretion strongly advised hai. Agar aapko aise themes se sensitivity hai, toh please cautiously aage badhein ya koi aur content choose karein.
Yeh kahani ek fictional story hai jo sirf mature audience (18+) ke liye likhi gayi hai. Isme complex aur sensitive themes explore ki gayi hain, jaise trauma, badle ki bhavna, aur insani rishtey ke dark aspects. Kahani mein explicit content aur psychological elements hain jo kuch readers ke liye uncomfortable ya triggering ho sakte hain.
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Subah ke 5 baj rahe the aur dhoop ki halki laali se aasman kaafi khubsurat lag raha tha. Ek taraf suraj ki laali thi aur doosri taraf neela ambar, in dono ka sangam kisi chitrakar ki kalpana se bhi pare lag raha tha. Thandi hawa chal rahi thi aur suraj ki pehli kirnein dharti ko pyaar se choom rahi thi.
In sab khoobsuratiyon ke beech, Muskan apne kitchen mein akele bartan dhone mein vyast thi. Uske chehre par tanav tha aur dimag sirf ek hi baat soch raha tha: jaldi se bartan khatam karna, phir nasta banana aur uske pehle ghar mein jhadu lagana hai. Muskan tezi se haath chala rahi thi. Apne kaam mein wo nipun thi, aakhir pichle 12 saal se wahi toh kar rahi thi. Jaldi se bartan dhoke unhe ulta bartan wale cabin mein lagane ke baad jab usne ghadi dekhi, toh sirf 6 baje the.
Muskan ne apne sir se pasine poche aur turant jhadu le kar safai shuru kar di. Jab wo jhuki, toh use kamar mein halki dard mehsoos hui, lekin use nazarandaaz karte hue wo tezi se jhadu maarne lagi. Isi vyasta mein thi ki achanak uski saas ki awaaz aayi:
"Arre ri Muskan, sunti ho? Zara mere liye ek glass paani le aana na."
Muskan ne apna jhadu bed ke kone mein tikaya aur jaldi se khadi ho gayi. "Aayi, Ammi! Do minute rukiye," kehte hue wo kitchen mein daud gayi aur ek glass mein fridge ka thanda paani daalne lagi. Tabhi usse yaad aaya ki doctor ne saas ko fridge ka paani pine se mana kiya hai. Isliye usne adha glass fridge ka paani aur adha filter ka paani milaya aur tez kadmon se jaakar saas ko de diya.
Uski saas paani lete hue peene lagi aur phir ishare se Muskan ko wahan se jaane ko keh diya. Muskan wapas dusre kamre mein gayi, jhadu uthai aur safai dubara shuru kar di. Thodi hi der ke baad, ek tez awaaz ne uska dhyan toda — paadne ki awaaz! Muskan ne aankh tirchi karke dekha toh uska sauhar, Imran, aadhi neend mein aakhein mal raha tha.
Muskan gusse mein naak sikod kar boli:
"Imran, bathroom jaiye... jaldi se!"
Imran ne Muskan ki baat suna zarur, lekin nazarandaaz karke ek aur paad diya. Ab Muskan ka gussa aur badh gaya. Usne Imran ko ghoor ke dekha, jis par Imran ko hosh aaya aur wo turant bathroom ki taraf daud gaya. Muskan ne sir pakad ke hilaya aur wapas jhadu dene lagi.
Jhadu khatam karne ke baad Muskan nashta banane mein lag gayi. Usne fridge se jaldi se beans aur aloo nikale aur unhe kaatne aur dhone ke liye sink ke paas khadi ho gayi. Tabhi uske sasur ki awaaz aayi:
"Bahu, itni der ho gayi hai! Kahan hai meri chai?"
Yeh sunke Muskan irritate ho gayi aur sasur ki baat ko bina awaaz ke dohraya:
"Kahan hai meri chai?"
Phir usne zor se bola:
"Abbu, abhi laati hoon! Aap tab tak fresh ho jaiyein."
Ye kehkar Muskan ek bartan mein paani dal ke gas pe chadha diya. Sabziyon mein lagne hi wali thi ki use yaad aaya ki ghar mein doodh nahi hai. Usne apna sir pakda aur sasur se kaha:
"Abbu, doodh to khatam hai. Mother Dairy se lana padega."
Ye sunke uski saas ki awaaz aayi:
"Oh ho! Ab doodh lene mein aadha ghanta lag jayega. Bahu, Imran se kaho jaldi le aaye."
Tabhi Imran bathroom se nikalta hai aur puchhta hai:
"Kya hua, Ammi?"
Imran ki maa kehti hai:
"Beta, doodh khatam ho gaya hai. Chai kaise banegi?"
Imran apne kapde thik karta hai aur Muskan ki taraf dekhte hue kehta hai:
"Muskan, main jaldi se doodh le aata hoon. Aur kuch chahiye?"
Muskan sir na mein hilati hai aur wapas kitchen mein chale jaati hai. Jaldi-jaldi sabzi kaatne ke baad wo apne bachchon ko jagane chali jaati hai.
Kareeb aadhe ghante mein Imran doodh le aata hai. Tab tak Muskan idhar-udhar daud rahi thi—kabhi nashta banate hue, kabhi bachchon ki madad karte hue aur kabhi saas-sasur ki baatein sunte hue. Kisi tarah usne nashta tayyar kar diya, apne bachchon aur bade bachche (jo ki uska sauhar tha) ko tayyar kar diya aur nashta khilake school bhej diya.
Is bhagambhag mein Muskan kaafi thak gayi thi. Wo dining room ke sofe pe baith gayi aur tezi se kuch der ke liye saans lene lagi. Lekin isi bich, uske saas-sasur uske paas aate hain. Unhe dekh Muskan turant unhe nashta karne ke liye baithne ko kehti hai aur jaldi-jaldi garam roti banakar paros deti hai. Phir wo unse kehkar apne kamre mein chali jaati hai, ki agar kisi cheez ki zarurat ho, toh use bula lein.
Muskan apne kamre mein 5-6 minute ke liye sustati hai. Phir wo cupboard se towel aur kapde nikal kar bathroom chali jaati hai. Geyser adjust karne ke baad, wo halke garam paani se nahaane lagti hai. Kuch der baad, naha dho kar fresh kapde pehenti hai aur phir bartanon ko ikattha karti hai. Uske baad, apne liye thoda khana nikalti hai aur jaldi se TV on karke khana khane lagti hai.
Achanak se, jo ghar ab tak halchal se bhara tha, usmein sannata chha gaya. Saas-sasur apne kisi kaam se bahar nikal gaye the aur saas Muskan ke saath TV dekh rahi thi. Saas ko dheere-dheere neend aane lagi. Muskan ne ghadi dekhi, toh 11 baj rahe the. Wo uthkar jaldi se kitchen mein gayi aur bartan dhona shuru kar diya. Bartan dhone ke baad, usne saare kapde ikattha kiye aur khidki se bahar dekha. Aasmaan saaf tha; kaale baadal kahin nahi dikhe.
Usne apni saas ko kapde dene ke liye kaha aur phir sare kapde semi-automatic washing machine mein daal diye. Timer set karke Muskan wapas sofe pe baith gayi. Tabhi, uski saas ek kagaz leke harbarahat mein uske paas aayi aur boli:
"Muskan, aaj post office waali scheme mein paise daalne ka aakhri din hai."
Muskan ne kagaz liya aur tarikh dekhi:
"Haan ammi, aap sahi keh rahi hain. Abbu-jaan ko call kariye, shayad wo khud daal dein."
Saas tez saans chhodti hui boli:
"Muskan, wo toh purani bazaar gaye hain. Der se aayenge."
Muskan samajh gayi ki ab use hi saas ke saath post office jaana padega. Usne saas se kaha ki tayaar ho jaayein aur khud bhi tayaar hone lagi.
Thodi der baad, dono saas-bahu tayaar hoke post office ke liye nikal padein. Ek auto kar ke daak ghar pahunch gaye. Wahan ek counter par jaakar apni baat batayi. Staff ne ek form diya aur bharne ko kaha. Saath hi, ek cancelled cheque bhi maanga.
Yeh sunkar Muskan asmanjas mein pad gayi. Check toh dono ghar pe hi bhool aaye the. Saas thodi mayus hui, lekin Muskan ne turant kalam saas ke haath mein thama di:
"Ammi, aap yeh form bhariye. Main jaldi se ghar se cheque le aati hoon."
Saas thodi shant hui, aur Muskan jaldi se wahan se nikal kar ek auto pakad ke ghar ke liye nikal gayi.
Auto tez raftaar mein Muskan ko ghar le aaya. Muskan ne jaldi se cheque nikala, apne purse mein rakha aur wapas road ki taraf daudi. Lekin is baar, usse door-door tak koi auto nahi dikh raha tha. Garmi ki tez dhoop uske kaale burkhe ko tappa rahi thi. Apne aap ko kos rahi thi:
"Mujhe wahi auto waale ko extra paise deke rukwa lena chahiye tha."
Yeh sochti hui, Muskan ek bade chadhaai waale raaste ki aur chal padti hai. Wahan se main road tha, jahan aksar auto asani se mil jaate hain. Tez kadmon se chal kar Muskan wahan pahunchi aur ek auto khada dekha. Lekin driver ka kahin pata nahi tha.
Kareeb 10 minute ke intezaar ke baad, ek aadmi auto ki taraf aata dikhai diya. Muskan ke andar khushi ki lehar si daud gayi. Zindagi mein pehli baar, ek auto driver ko dekh kar use itni khushi mili thi.
Wo aadmi ganji mein tha aur ek towel se apne muh ka paseena poch raha tha. Auto ke paas aate hi Muskan bol padi:
"Bhaiya, mujhe daak ghar jaana hai. Jaldi pahuncha doge kya? Emergency hai."
Auto waala Muskan ko upar se neeche dekh kar bola:
"Nahi, madam ji. Humein udhar nahi jaana hai. Aap koi aur auto kar lo."
Muskan thodi udaas aur gussa bhi ho gayi, lekin usse kuch kehne ka mauka milta, isse pehle hi auto driver badbadata hua bola:
"Saali, post office ko kaand le jayegi!"
Aur turant auto le kar bhaag gaya. Muskan dhoop me susan khadi reh gayi. Raaste par bas kabhi-kabhi koi gaadi nikal rahi thi, aur autos jaise gayab ho gaye the.
Tez dhoop mein Muskan raste ko pakad kar post office ke liye paidal chal rahi thi. Usne tay kiya ki raste mein koi na koi auto mil hi jaayega, isliye ek jagah rukna sahi nahi hoga. Lekin dhoop ki tezi se uska kaala burqa tapne laga tha, aur uski halat kharab hone lagi. Uska gala sukne laga, aur thak kar usne burqe ko sir se piche ki aur dhakel diya. Ek jagah ruk kar hanfhate hue man hi man bubudayi:
"Kya ho gaya hai aaj? Abhi ek ghante pehle tak itne auto dikh rahe the, ab sab gayab ho gaye?!"
Ye kehkar Muskan phir se chalne lagi. Tabhi uske bagal mein piche se ek auto ruka aur ek awaaz aayi:
"Madam, kahin chalna hai kya?"
Muskan, jo ab tak bure haal mein thi, peeche mudti hai. Auto dekhte hi usne haath jod kar mann mein dua padhi. Tabhi auto wala phir awaaz lagata hai:
"Chalna hai ya main jaun, madam?"
Jaise hi driver ne accelerator pe haath rakha, Muskan jaldi se bol padti hai:
"Daak ghar!"
Bina driver ke jawab ka intezaar kiye, wo auto mein baith jaati hai. Auto chal deta hai, aur chalti hawa uske chehre ko choone lagti hai. Tab usse ehsaas hota hai ki wo aadha rasta toh paidal hi tai kar chuki thi. Khair, Muskan ye baat nazarandaz kar apne burqe ko theek karne lagti hai. Tabhi uski nazar auto ke rear-view mirror pe padti hai, aur wo dekhti hai ki auto wala use ghur raha hai.
Ye dekh Muskan gusse se bhar jaati hai. Wo driver ko kuch sunane hi wali thi ki uski nazar dhyan se auto driver ke chehre par jaati hai... aur wo hiraan reh jaati hai.
Uske hosh ud jaate hain. Muskan jaldi se apna burqa theek kar leti hai aur auto ke bahar ki taraf dekhne lagti hai, jitni door tak nazar ja sake. Uska mann manane ko tayar hi nahi tha ki usne apne bhule hue ateet ko aise raste mein phir se pa liya.
Muskan ko lag raha tha ki garmi ke asar se uski aankhen dhokha de rahi hain. Fir bhi, wo phir se mirror mein driver ke chehre par nazar daalti hai... aur uska shak pakka ho jaata hai.
"Ho na ho, ye wahi harami hai, jise maine apne ateet mein kab ka dafnaya tha."
Muskan ko darr lagne laga ki kahin kuch galat na ho jaaye. Driver ki ghurna usse aur bhi bechain kar rahi thi. Wo apne sharir ko jakad leti hai. Tabhi awaaz aayi:
"Madam ji, aa gaya daak ghar. Aapke 20 rupaye hue."
Muskan bina soche auto se utar gayi aur apne purse mein paise dhoondhne lagi. Usne driver ki taraf dekha, jo ab apne mobile par busy tha. Uske purse mein 20 rupaye the, lekin jaan bujh kar usne 50 ka note nikal kar driver ko diya aur dheere se boli:
"Bhaiya, change nahi hai."
Driver ne halka sa sir utha kar 50 rupaye liye aur bina kuch bole 30 rupaye wapas de diye. Phir jaldi se auto le kar nikal gaya.
Muskan kuch der tak wahi khadi rahi, samajhne ki koshish karte hue ki abhi-abhi kya hua. Tabhi usse cheque yaad aata hai, aur wo jaldi se apni saas ke paas pahuchti hai. Lekin badnaseebi aisi thi ki jaise hi wo pahuchi, lunch break shuru ho gaya.
Muskan apne auto na milne ki baat saas ko batati hai, lekin usne driver ka zikar nahi kiya. Usne socha ki ye baat wahin chhod dena hi sahi hoga. Dheere-dheere wo us insaan ko apne zehan se hata bhi deti hai.
Kabhi-kabhi, mushkil mehnat ke baad kaam poora hota hai.
Muskan aur uski saas 3 baje ke kareeb free hoti hain. Iss baar kismat se unhe turant auto mil jaata hai, aur dono ghar pahunch jaati hain. Muskan fridge se thanda paani nikal kar apne liye aur normal paani apni saas ke liye laati hai. Pani peene ke baad, dono parda utaar kar relax karte hain.
Muskan ko kapdon ki yaad aati hai, lekin der ho chuki thi. Wo faisla karti hai ki kapde agle din dhulegi. Thak kar, wo apne kamre mein naye kapde nikalti hai aur dubara nahaane chal padti hai. Uski saas tab tak sofe par hi so jaati hai.
Bathroom mein, Muskan bilkul thande paani se naha rahi thi. Tabhi jaise hi usne aankhen band ki, us auto wale ka chehra uske saamne aa gaya. Muskan ka sharir darr ke kanpne laga.
Usse laga ki paani thanda hone ke wajah se aisa hua hoga. Lekin paani band karne ke baad bhi, uska sharir kaanp raha tha. Muskan bathroom mein rakhe stool par baith gayi. Uska soch wapas auto driver ki taraf ghoomne laga.
Ab ek naya sawaal uske zehan mein uth raha tha.
"Agar wo wahi insaan tha, toh usne mujhe pehchana kyun nahi? Usne mujhe dekha bhi, ghura bhi, fir mujhe nazarandaz kaise kar diya?"
Muskan asmanjas mein thi. Uska darr dheere-dheere gusse mein tabdeel hone laga.
Muskan naha kar bahar nikli, aur uske gaal par gussa saaf maloom pad raha tha. Yeh ek aurat ka sabse mamooli sa gussa tha—nazarandaz hone ka. Muskan lekin kuch kar to sakti nahi thi, isliye woh bistar par gayi, aur jakar sustane lagi. Dheere-dheere use neend aa gayi.
Muskan ki neend khuli to uske bachche ghar mein shor macha rahe the, aur uska shauhar uske saath bistar mein sust raha tha. Muskan sust awaz mein poochti hai, “Kab aaye aap, Imran?”
Imran apni nazar Muskan ki taraf karta hai aur kehta hai, “Muskan ji, garma-garam chai milegi kya?”
Imran ki muskaan dekh Muskan bhi muskati hai aur cheekh kar bolti hai, “Ji, malik!”
Phir Muskan apne shauhar aur saas ke liye chai aur bachchon ke liye chuda bhujane lagti hai. Der tak, woh apne teenon bachchon ko nashta karwati hai aur khud apne shauhar aur saas ke saath chai peeti hai. Iske baad Muskan bachchon ke saath playground mein chali jaati hai, jahan use mohalle ki kuch aur auratein milti hain. Unhe dekh Muskan gappein ladane lagti hai, aur uske bachche baaki ke bachchon ke saath khelne lagte hain.
Kareeb 6 baj rahe the, aur sadkon par night wali lights jal chuki thi. Muskan apne bachchon, jo ab tak gande-sande ho chuke the, ko lekar ghar laut aayi. Unke kapde badalwa kar, usne apne shauhar se kaha ki woh unka homework karwa de, aur khud raat ke khane ki tayyari ke liye market nikal gayi. Uski saas kaafi thak gayi thi, isliye Muskan ne akele hi jaane ka faisla kiya. Ek bag leke woh market chali gayi.
Market mein shaam ke waqt acchi chahal-pahal thi. Muskan ne pehle market ka numayana kiya, aur isi beech uski nazar ek ladke par padi. Use dekh kar Muskan ka mood off ho gaya. Muskan is ladke ko achhi tarah jaanti thi, aur jaane bhi kyun na—yeh ladka uske peeche haath-pair muh dho ke pada tha. Pichhle 10-12 mahine se woh uske kareeb aane ki koshish kar raha tha.
Muskan ko pata tha ki aisa kabhi kuch nahi hone wala, lekin use thoda exciting lagta tha ki uske peeche ek ladka lattu bana hua tha. Muskan is wajah se jaan-bujhkar anjaan bani rehti thi.
Usne ghar ke liye saamaan kharida aur wapas ghar chali gayi. Jaane se pehle uski nazar us manchale ladke par padi, jo apne doston ke saath baith kar use hi dekh raha tha aur baatein kar raha tha. Muskan andar hi andar muskai aur phir ghar ki taraf chal di.
Ghar pahunch kar usne khane ki tayyari shuru ki, lekin uske zehan mein baar-baar wahi auto driver ghoom raha tha. Use na chaah kar bhi gussa aa raha tha. Uska sawaal sidha tha: akhir usne mujhe nazarandaz kaise kiya? Uski himmat kaise hui?
Isi gusse mein Muskan kaam kar rahi thi, aur isi wajah se uska haath ek kaanch ke glass se takra gaya, jo chakna-choor ho gaya. Aawaz sun kar uski saas bhi kitchen mein aayi. Muskan ke pair ke paas kaanch ke tukde bikhre the. Ye dekh kar saas ne use wahan se jaane ko kaha, aur khud jhaadu lagane lagi.
Muskan ka kaanch todna uske liye daraavne sanket jaisa laga. Kitchen saaf hone ke baad usne phir se khana banaya aur sabko khilakar khud sabse aakhri mein khana khaya. Bachchon ko sula kar, woh apne shauhar ke saath bistar mein aayi. Imran tab tak so chuka tha.
Muskan Imran ke chehre ko dekhti rahi. Uska haath Imran ke bache baalon mein gaya, aur woh unhein sehlane lagi. Tabhi soyi hui awaz mein Imran bolta hai, “Muskan, chhodo na. So jaaaooo...”
Imran phir se so gaya, aur Muskan bhi aankhein band karke sone hi wali thi ki usse woh auto driver wali baat yaad aane lagi. Lekin usne khud ko sambhal kar woh baat man se mita di aur jabardasti so gayi.
Raat ke beech Muskan ka shareer kanp raha tha. Pasine mein lathpath, uski aankh khuli, aur uske muh se zor se cheekh nikal gayi: “Chhod do, Chotu! Tujhe Allah ka waasta!”
Uski cheekh sun kar Imran ki bhi aankh khul gayi, lekin saas-sasur ke kamre tak awaaz nahi pahunchi. Imran ne ghabra kar poocha, “Kya hua, Muskan? Tumhari tabiyat theek hai? Aur yeh Chotu kaun hai?”
Kanpte haathon se Muskan aage badhi aur apne honth Imran ke honth par rakh diye. Haule-haule usne Imran ko chuma, lekin andar se woh dar chuki thi. Is darr ki wajah tha sapna jo usne dekha tha—aur us sapne ka mukhya kirdar wahi auto driver tha.
Kareeb 5 minute me hi Imran ke hosh nikal gaye, aur wo turant dubara neend me chala gaya. Wahin Muskan bistar pe leti andhere me ceiling ko dekh rahi thi. Uska zehen wapas us auto driver aur apne is darawane sapne ki taraf chala gaya. Muskan ki neend ud chuki thi.
Wo apne salwar se Imran ka paani poch kar khadi hui aur apne kamre se attached ek chhoti balcony ki taraf gayi. Wahan wo din me hui mulaqat ke bare me sochne lagi. Muskan ka dhyaan apne sapne ki taraf gaya, aur wo dubara se sihar uthi. Uska ek haath apne chut ki taraf gaya, jahan Imran ka maal laga hua tha. Muskan ne ek ungli andar daal ke wapas apne muh me laayi aur jeebh se swad lene ki koshish ki. Swad aur mehek se uska naak mud gaya:
"Che, kitna ganda swad hai... thu thu..."
Phir uska haath apne pet par gaya, jo thoda chubby sa lag raha tha. Halka sa dabate hue use ehsaas hua ki wo thodi moti ho gayi thi. Phir uska haath apne chehre par gaya, aur apne chehre ko mehsus karte hue Muskan badbadai:
"Kya main badsurat ho gayi hoon? Kya main ab... ab..."
Wo apne aap se jawab khojne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Uska dimag ghoom raha tha ki us jaise galeech aadmi ne use kaise thukra diya, kaise nazar andaaz kar diya.
Yahi sochte-sochte, Muskan room me jaa kar ek drawer kholti hai. Tatol ke usme se ek kagaz nikalti hai. Ye kagaz aam nahi tha—isme ek number likha hua tha. Muskan ne ghadi me dekha; kareeb 3 baj rahe the. Kanpte haathon se usne wo number phone me daala aur kuch der tak ghurti rahi. Phir himmat karke number mila diya.
Kaafi der tak phone bajta raha, lekin koi jawab nahi aaya. Himmat toot chuki thi, isliye Muskan phone kaatne hi wali thi ki tabhi usi number se call wapas aa gaya. Muskan ki halat aur patli ho gayi, lekin darte hue phone utha liya.
Muskan ki zabaan se shabdon ne saath chhod diya tha, lekin saamne se "Hello, hello" ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Muskan bol nahi pa rahi thi, aur phone kaatne ki sochi hi thi ki saamne se awaaz aayi:
"Mujhe malum tha tum kisi na kisi din mujhe phone zaroor karogi."
Ye sun kar Muskan hakka-bakka ho gayi, aur anayas hi bol uthi:
"Tumhe kaise malum ki maine phone milaya?"
Saamne se hansi ki awaaz aayi:
"Truecaller ka zamana hai, madam ji."
Muskan ko samajh aa gaya ki ab phone kaatne ka koi fayda nahi hai. Isliye usne baat ko aage badhaya:
"Tumhe mujhse kya chahiye? Tumhe pata hai na ki main ek shaadi-shuda aurat hoon?"
Abhi Muskan baat puri kar hi rahi thi ki saamne se awaaz aayi:
"Dekho aunty..."
Muskan gusse se bol padi:
"Main tumhari aunty nahi hoon!"
Ispe saamne se fir hansi ki awaaz aayi:
"Khair, madam ji to hain na?"
Ye sun kar Muskan muskara di, lekin kuch boli nahi. Samne wala bola:
"Main aap se pyaar karta hoon."
Ispe Muskan ka gussa aur badh gaya:
"Pagal ho kya tum? Koi pyaar-vyaar nahi hai tumhe."
Samne se phir hansi ki awaaz aayi:
"Phir ye kya hai?"
Muskan chillayi:
"Tum ek galeech, hawasi naali ke keede ho! Mujhe tumse nafrat hai!"
Ye sun kar saamne thodi der ki chuppi chha gayi. Phir awaaz aayi:
"Dekho madam, tum jaise maine kai dekhe hain. Aur tum, saali... raat ke 3 baje kaun sharafat ka dhong rach rahi hai? Saali raand."
Muskan ke hosh udd gaye. Usne turant phone kaat diya. Phone kaatne ke baad turant fir se call aaya, jise Muskan ne ignore kiya. Jab teesri baar call aaya, to Muskan ne phone off kar diya.
Wo balcony me jaa kar baith gayi aur rone lagi. Use lag raha tha ki wo pagal ho chuki hai. Asman ki taraf dekhte hue wo Allah se kuch samajhne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Phir wo bistar par jaakar zabardasti so gayi.
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Subah ke 5 baj rahe the aur dhoop ki halki laali se aasman kaafi khubsurat lag raha tha. Ek taraf suraj ki laali thi aur doosri taraf neela ambar, in dono ka sangam kisi chitrakar ki kalpana se bhi pare lag raha tha. Thandi hawa chal rahi thi aur suraj ki pehli kirnein dharti ko pyaar se choom rahi thi.
In sab khoobsuratiyon ke beech, Muskan apne kitchen mein akele bartan dhone mein vyast thi. Uske chehre par tanav tha aur dimag sirf ek hi baat soch raha tha: jaldi se bartan khatam karna, phir nasta banana aur uske pehle ghar mein jhadu lagana hai. Muskan tezi se haath chala rahi thi. Apne kaam mein wo nipun thi, aakhir pichle 12 saal se wahi toh kar rahi thi. Jaldi se bartan dhoke unhe ulta bartan wale cabin mein lagane ke baad jab usne ghadi dekhi, toh sirf 6 baje the.
Muskan ne apne sir se pasine poche aur turant jhadu le kar safai shuru kar di. Jab wo jhuki, toh use kamar mein halki dard mehsoos hui, lekin use nazarandaaz karte hue wo tezi se jhadu maarne lagi. Isi vyasta mein thi ki achanak uski saas ki awaaz aayi:
"Arre ri Muskan, sunti ho? Zara mere liye ek glass paani le aana na."
Muskan ne apna jhadu bed ke kone mein tikaya aur jaldi se khadi ho gayi. "Aayi, Ammi! Do minute rukiye," kehte hue wo kitchen mein daud gayi aur ek glass mein fridge ka thanda paani daalne lagi. Tabhi usse yaad aaya ki doctor ne saas ko fridge ka paani pine se mana kiya hai. Isliye usne adha glass fridge ka paani aur adha filter ka paani milaya aur tez kadmon se jaakar saas ko de diya.
Uski saas paani lete hue peene lagi aur phir ishare se Muskan ko wahan se jaane ko keh diya. Muskan wapas dusre kamre mein gayi, jhadu uthai aur safai dubara shuru kar di. Thodi hi der ke baad, ek tez awaaz ne uska dhyan toda — paadne ki awaaz! Muskan ne aankh tirchi karke dekha toh uska sauhar, Imran, aadhi neend mein aakhein mal raha tha.
Muskan gusse mein naak sikod kar boli:
"Imran, bathroom jaiye... jaldi se!"
Imran ne Muskan ki baat suna zarur, lekin nazarandaaz karke ek aur paad diya. Ab Muskan ka gussa aur badh gaya. Usne Imran ko ghoor ke dekha, jis par Imran ko hosh aaya aur wo turant bathroom ki taraf daud gaya. Muskan ne sir pakad ke hilaya aur wapas jhadu dene lagi.
Jhadu khatam karne ke baad Muskan nashta banane mein lag gayi. Usne fridge se jaldi se beans aur aloo nikale aur unhe kaatne aur dhone ke liye sink ke paas khadi ho gayi. Tabhi uske sasur ki awaaz aayi:
"Bahu, itni der ho gayi hai! Kahan hai meri chai?"
Yeh sunke Muskan irritate ho gayi aur sasur ki baat ko bina awaaz ke dohraya:
"Kahan hai meri chai?"
Phir usne zor se bola:
"Abbu, abhi laati hoon! Aap tab tak fresh ho jaiyein."
Ye kehkar Muskan ek bartan mein paani dal ke gas pe chadha diya. Sabziyon mein lagne hi wali thi ki use yaad aaya ki ghar mein doodh nahi hai. Usne apna sir pakda aur sasur se kaha:
"Abbu, doodh to khatam hai. Mother Dairy se lana padega."
Ye sunke uski saas ki awaaz aayi:
"Oh ho! Ab doodh lene mein aadha ghanta lag jayega. Bahu, Imran se kaho jaldi le aaye."
Tabhi Imran bathroom se nikalta hai aur puchhta hai:
"Kya hua, Ammi?"
Imran ki maa kehti hai:
"Beta, doodh khatam ho gaya hai. Chai kaise banegi?"
Imran apne kapde thik karta hai aur Muskan ki taraf dekhte hue kehta hai:
"Muskan, main jaldi se doodh le aata hoon. Aur kuch chahiye?"
Muskan sir na mein hilati hai aur wapas kitchen mein chale jaati hai. Jaldi-jaldi sabzi kaatne ke baad wo apne bachchon ko jagane chali jaati hai.
Kareeb aadhe ghante mein Imran doodh le aata hai. Tab tak Muskan idhar-udhar daud rahi thi—kabhi nashta banate hue, kabhi bachchon ki madad karte hue aur kabhi saas-sasur ki baatein sunte hue. Kisi tarah usne nashta tayyar kar diya, apne bachchon aur bade bachche (jo ki uska sauhar tha) ko tayyar kar diya aur nashta khilake school bhej diya.
Is bhagambhag mein Muskan kaafi thak gayi thi. Wo dining room ke sofe pe baith gayi aur tezi se kuch der ke liye saans lene lagi. Lekin isi bich, uske saas-sasur uske paas aate hain. Unhe dekh Muskan turant unhe nashta karne ke liye baithne ko kehti hai aur jaldi-jaldi garam roti banakar paros deti hai. Phir wo unse kehkar apne kamre mein chali jaati hai, ki agar kisi cheez ki zarurat ho, toh use bula lein.
Muskan apne kamre mein 5-6 minute ke liye sustati hai. Phir wo cupboard se towel aur kapde nikal kar bathroom chali jaati hai. Geyser adjust karne ke baad, wo halke garam paani se nahaane lagti hai. Kuch der baad, naha dho kar fresh kapde pehenti hai aur phir bartanon ko ikattha karti hai. Uske baad, apne liye thoda khana nikalti hai aur jaldi se TV on karke khana khane lagti hai.
Achanak se, jo ghar ab tak halchal se bhara tha, usmein sannata chha gaya. Saas-sasur apne kisi kaam se bahar nikal gaye the aur saas Muskan ke saath TV dekh rahi thi. Saas ko dheere-dheere neend aane lagi. Muskan ne ghadi dekhi, toh 11 baj rahe the. Wo uthkar jaldi se kitchen mein gayi aur bartan dhona shuru kar diya. Bartan dhone ke baad, usne saare kapde ikattha kiye aur khidki se bahar dekha. Aasmaan saaf tha; kaale baadal kahin nahi dikhe.
Usne apni saas ko kapde dene ke liye kaha aur phir sare kapde semi-automatic washing machine mein daal diye. Timer set karke Muskan wapas sofe pe baith gayi. Tabhi, uski saas ek kagaz leke harbarahat mein uske paas aayi aur boli:
"Muskan, aaj post office waali scheme mein paise daalne ka aakhri din hai."
Muskan ne kagaz liya aur tarikh dekhi:
"Haan ammi, aap sahi keh rahi hain. Abbu-jaan ko call kariye, shayad wo khud daal dein."
Saas tez saans chhodti hui boli:
"Muskan, wo toh purani bazaar gaye hain. Der se aayenge."
Muskan samajh gayi ki ab use hi saas ke saath post office jaana padega. Usne saas se kaha ki tayaar ho jaayein aur khud bhi tayaar hone lagi.
Thodi der baad, dono saas-bahu tayaar hoke post office ke liye nikal padein. Ek auto kar ke daak ghar pahunch gaye. Wahan ek counter par jaakar apni baat batayi. Staff ne ek form diya aur bharne ko kaha. Saath hi, ek cancelled cheque bhi maanga.
Yeh sunkar Muskan asmanjas mein pad gayi. Check toh dono ghar pe hi bhool aaye the. Saas thodi mayus hui, lekin Muskan ne turant kalam saas ke haath mein thama di:
"Ammi, aap yeh form bhariye. Main jaldi se ghar se cheque le aati hoon."
Saas thodi shant hui, aur Muskan jaldi se wahan se nikal kar ek auto pakad ke ghar ke liye nikal gayi.
Auto tez raftaar mein Muskan ko ghar le aaya. Muskan ne jaldi se cheque nikala, apne purse mein rakha aur wapas road ki taraf daudi. Lekin is baar, usse door-door tak koi auto nahi dikh raha tha. Garmi ki tez dhoop uske kaale burkhe ko tappa rahi thi. Apne aap ko kos rahi thi:
"Mujhe wahi auto waale ko extra paise deke rukwa lena chahiye tha."
Yeh sochti hui, Muskan ek bade chadhaai waale raaste ki aur chal padti hai. Wahan se main road tha, jahan aksar auto asani se mil jaate hain. Tez kadmon se chal kar Muskan wahan pahunchi aur ek auto khada dekha. Lekin driver ka kahin pata nahi tha.
Kareeb 10 minute ke intezaar ke baad, ek aadmi auto ki taraf aata dikhai diya. Muskan ke andar khushi ki lehar si daud gayi. Zindagi mein pehli baar, ek auto driver ko dekh kar use itni khushi mili thi.
Wo aadmi ganji mein tha aur ek towel se apne muh ka paseena poch raha tha. Auto ke paas aate hi Muskan bol padi:
"Bhaiya, mujhe daak ghar jaana hai. Jaldi pahuncha doge kya? Emergency hai."
Auto waala Muskan ko upar se neeche dekh kar bola:
"Nahi, madam ji. Humein udhar nahi jaana hai. Aap koi aur auto kar lo."
Muskan thodi udaas aur gussa bhi ho gayi, lekin usse kuch kehne ka mauka milta, isse pehle hi auto driver badbadata hua bola:
"Saali, post office ko kaand le jayegi!"
Aur turant auto le kar bhaag gaya. Muskan dhoop me susan khadi reh gayi. Raaste par bas kabhi-kabhi koi gaadi nikal rahi thi, aur autos jaise gayab ho gaye the.
Tez dhoop mein Muskan raste ko pakad kar post office ke liye paidal chal rahi thi. Usne tay kiya ki raste mein koi na koi auto mil hi jaayega, isliye ek jagah rukna sahi nahi hoga. Lekin dhoop ki tezi se uska kaala burqa tapne laga tha, aur uski halat kharab hone lagi. Uska gala sukne laga, aur thak kar usne burqe ko sir se piche ki aur dhakel diya. Ek jagah ruk kar hanfhate hue man hi man bubudayi:
"Kya ho gaya hai aaj? Abhi ek ghante pehle tak itne auto dikh rahe the, ab sab gayab ho gaye?!"
Ye kehkar Muskan phir se chalne lagi. Tabhi uske bagal mein piche se ek auto ruka aur ek awaaz aayi:
"Madam, kahin chalna hai kya?"
Muskan, jo ab tak bure haal mein thi, peeche mudti hai. Auto dekhte hi usne haath jod kar mann mein dua padhi. Tabhi auto wala phir awaaz lagata hai:
"Chalna hai ya main jaun, madam?"
Jaise hi driver ne accelerator pe haath rakha, Muskan jaldi se bol padti hai:
"Daak ghar!"
Bina driver ke jawab ka intezaar kiye, wo auto mein baith jaati hai. Auto chal deta hai, aur chalti hawa uske chehre ko choone lagti hai. Tab usse ehsaas hota hai ki wo aadha rasta toh paidal hi tai kar chuki thi. Khair, Muskan ye baat nazarandaz kar apne burqe ko theek karne lagti hai. Tabhi uski nazar auto ke rear-view mirror pe padti hai, aur wo dekhti hai ki auto wala use ghur raha hai.
Ye dekh Muskan gusse se bhar jaati hai. Wo driver ko kuch sunane hi wali thi ki uski nazar dhyan se auto driver ke chehre par jaati hai... aur wo hiraan reh jaati hai.
Uske hosh ud jaate hain. Muskan jaldi se apna burqa theek kar leti hai aur auto ke bahar ki taraf dekhne lagti hai, jitni door tak nazar ja sake. Uska mann manane ko tayar hi nahi tha ki usne apne bhule hue ateet ko aise raste mein phir se pa liya.
Muskan ko lag raha tha ki garmi ke asar se uski aankhen dhokha de rahi hain. Fir bhi, wo phir se mirror mein driver ke chehre par nazar daalti hai... aur uska shak pakka ho jaata hai.
"Ho na ho, ye wahi harami hai, jise maine apne ateet mein kab ka dafnaya tha."
Muskan ko darr lagne laga ki kahin kuch galat na ho jaaye. Driver ki ghurna usse aur bhi bechain kar rahi thi. Wo apne sharir ko jakad leti hai. Tabhi awaaz aayi:
"Madam ji, aa gaya daak ghar. Aapke 20 rupaye hue."
Muskan bina soche auto se utar gayi aur apne purse mein paise dhoondhne lagi. Usne driver ki taraf dekha, jo ab apne mobile par busy tha. Uske purse mein 20 rupaye the, lekin jaan bujh kar usne 50 ka note nikal kar driver ko diya aur dheere se boli:
"Bhaiya, change nahi hai."
Driver ne halka sa sir utha kar 50 rupaye liye aur bina kuch bole 30 rupaye wapas de diye. Phir jaldi se auto le kar nikal gaya.
Muskan kuch der tak wahi khadi rahi, samajhne ki koshish karte hue ki abhi-abhi kya hua. Tabhi usse cheque yaad aata hai, aur wo jaldi se apni saas ke paas pahuchti hai. Lekin badnaseebi aisi thi ki jaise hi wo pahuchi, lunch break shuru ho gaya.
Muskan apne auto na milne ki baat saas ko batati hai, lekin usne driver ka zikar nahi kiya. Usne socha ki ye baat wahin chhod dena hi sahi hoga. Dheere-dheere wo us insaan ko apne zehan se hata bhi deti hai.
Kabhi-kabhi, mushkil mehnat ke baad kaam poora hota hai.
Muskan aur uski saas 3 baje ke kareeb free hoti hain. Iss baar kismat se unhe turant auto mil jaata hai, aur dono ghar pahunch jaati hain. Muskan fridge se thanda paani nikal kar apne liye aur normal paani apni saas ke liye laati hai. Pani peene ke baad, dono parda utaar kar relax karte hain.
Muskan ko kapdon ki yaad aati hai, lekin der ho chuki thi. Wo faisla karti hai ki kapde agle din dhulegi. Thak kar, wo apne kamre mein naye kapde nikalti hai aur dubara nahaane chal padti hai. Uski saas tab tak sofe par hi so jaati hai.
Bathroom mein, Muskan bilkul thande paani se naha rahi thi. Tabhi jaise hi usne aankhen band ki, us auto wale ka chehra uske saamne aa gaya. Muskan ka sharir darr ke kanpne laga.
Usse laga ki paani thanda hone ke wajah se aisa hua hoga. Lekin paani band karne ke baad bhi, uska sharir kaanp raha tha. Muskan bathroom mein rakhe stool par baith gayi. Uska soch wapas auto driver ki taraf ghoomne laga.
Ab ek naya sawaal uske zehan mein uth raha tha.
"Agar wo wahi insaan tha, toh usne mujhe pehchana kyun nahi? Usne mujhe dekha bhi, ghura bhi, fir mujhe nazarandaz kaise kar diya?"
Muskan asmanjas mein thi. Uska darr dheere-dheere gusse mein tabdeel hone laga.
Muskan naha kar bahar nikli, aur uske gaal par gussa saaf maloom pad raha tha. Yeh ek aurat ka sabse mamooli sa gussa tha—nazarandaz hone ka. Muskan lekin kuch kar to sakti nahi thi, isliye woh bistar par gayi, aur jakar sustane lagi. Dheere-dheere use neend aa gayi.
Muskan ki neend khuli to uske bachche ghar mein shor macha rahe the, aur uska shauhar uske saath bistar mein sust raha tha. Muskan sust awaz mein poochti hai, “Kab aaye aap, Imran?”
Imran apni nazar Muskan ki taraf karta hai aur kehta hai, “Muskan ji, garma-garam chai milegi kya?”
Imran ki muskaan dekh Muskan bhi muskati hai aur cheekh kar bolti hai, “Ji, malik!”
Phir Muskan apne shauhar aur saas ke liye chai aur bachchon ke liye chuda bhujane lagti hai. Der tak, woh apne teenon bachchon ko nashta karwati hai aur khud apne shauhar aur saas ke saath chai peeti hai. Iske baad Muskan bachchon ke saath playground mein chali jaati hai, jahan use mohalle ki kuch aur auratein milti hain. Unhe dekh Muskan gappein ladane lagti hai, aur uske bachche baaki ke bachchon ke saath khelne lagte hain.
Kareeb 6 baj rahe the, aur sadkon par night wali lights jal chuki thi. Muskan apne bachchon, jo ab tak gande-sande ho chuke the, ko lekar ghar laut aayi. Unke kapde badalwa kar, usne apne shauhar se kaha ki woh unka homework karwa de, aur khud raat ke khane ki tayyari ke liye market nikal gayi. Uski saas kaafi thak gayi thi, isliye Muskan ne akele hi jaane ka faisla kiya. Ek bag leke woh market chali gayi.
Market mein shaam ke waqt acchi chahal-pahal thi. Muskan ne pehle market ka numayana kiya, aur isi beech uski nazar ek ladke par padi. Use dekh kar Muskan ka mood off ho gaya. Muskan is ladke ko achhi tarah jaanti thi, aur jaane bhi kyun na—yeh ladka uske peeche haath-pair muh dho ke pada tha. Pichhle 10-12 mahine se woh uske kareeb aane ki koshish kar raha tha.
Muskan ko pata tha ki aisa kabhi kuch nahi hone wala, lekin use thoda exciting lagta tha ki uske peeche ek ladka lattu bana hua tha. Muskan is wajah se jaan-bujhkar anjaan bani rehti thi.
Usne ghar ke liye saamaan kharida aur wapas ghar chali gayi. Jaane se pehle uski nazar us manchale ladke par padi, jo apne doston ke saath baith kar use hi dekh raha tha aur baatein kar raha tha. Muskan andar hi andar muskai aur phir ghar ki taraf chal di.
Ghar pahunch kar usne khane ki tayyari shuru ki, lekin uske zehan mein baar-baar wahi auto driver ghoom raha tha. Use na chaah kar bhi gussa aa raha tha. Uska sawaal sidha tha: akhir usne mujhe nazarandaz kaise kiya? Uski himmat kaise hui?
Isi gusse mein Muskan kaam kar rahi thi, aur isi wajah se uska haath ek kaanch ke glass se takra gaya, jo chakna-choor ho gaya. Aawaz sun kar uski saas bhi kitchen mein aayi. Muskan ke pair ke paas kaanch ke tukde bikhre the. Ye dekh kar saas ne use wahan se jaane ko kaha, aur khud jhaadu lagane lagi.
Muskan ka kaanch todna uske liye daraavne sanket jaisa laga. Kitchen saaf hone ke baad usne phir se khana banaya aur sabko khilakar khud sabse aakhri mein khana khaya. Bachchon ko sula kar, woh apne shauhar ke saath bistar mein aayi. Imran tab tak so chuka tha.
Muskan Imran ke chehre ko dekhti rahi. Uska haath Imran ke bache baalon mein gaya, aur woh unhein sehlane lagi. Tabhi soyi hui awaz mein Imran bolta hai, “Muskan, chhodo na. So jaaaooo...”
Imran phir se so gaya, aur Muskan bhi aankhein band karke sone hi wali thi ki usse woh auto driver wali baat yaad aane lagi. Lekin usne khud ko sambhal kar woh baat man se mita di aur jabardasti so gayi.
Raat ke beech Muskan ka shareer kanp raha tha. Pasine mein lathpath, uski aankh khuli, aur uske muh se zor se cheekh nikal gayi: “Chhod do, Chotu! Tujhe Allah ka waasta!”
Uski cheekh sun kar Imran ki bhi aankh khul gayi, lekin saas-sasur ke kamre tak awaaz nahi pahunchi. Imran ne ghabra kar poocha, “Kya hua, Muskan? Tumhari tabiyat theek hai? Aur yeh Chotu kaun hai?”
Kanpte haathon se Muskan aage badhi aur apne honth Imran ke honth par rakh diye. Haule-haule usne Imran ko chuma, lekin andar se woh dar chuki thi. Is darr ki wajah tha sapna jo usne dekha tha—aur us sapne ka mukhya kirdar wahi auto driver tha.
Kareeb 5 minute me hi Imran ke hosh nikal gaye, aur wo turant dubara neend me chala gaya. Wahin Muskan bistar pe leti andhere me ceiling ko dekh rahi thi. Uska zehen wapas us auto driver aur apne is darawane sapne ki taraf chala gaya. Muskan ki neend ud chuki thi.
Wo apne salwar se Imran ka paani poch kar khadi hui aur apne kamre se attached ek chhoti balcony ki taraf gayi. Wahan wo din me hui mulaqat ke bare me sochne lagi. Muskan ka dhyaan apne sapne ki taraf gaya, aur wo dubara se sihar uthi. Uska ek haath apne chut ki taraf gaya, jahan Imran ka maal laga hua tha. Muskan ne ek ungli andar daal ke wapas apne muh me laayi aur jeebh se swad lene ki koshish ki. Swad aur mehek se uska naak mud gaya:
"Che, kitna ganda swad hai... thu thu..."
Phir uska haath apne pet par gaya, jo thoda chubby sa lag raha tha. Halka sa dabate hue use ehsaas hua ki wo thodi moti ho gayi thi. Phir uska haath apne chehre par gaya, aur apne chehre ko mehsus karte hue Muskan badbadai:
"Kya main badsurat ho gayi hoon? Kya main ab... ab..."
Wo apne aap se jawab khojne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Uska dimag ghoom raha tha ki us jaise galeech aadmi ne use kaise thukra diya, kaise nazar andaaz kar diya.
Yahi sochte-sochte, Muskan room me jaa kar ek drawer kholti hai. Tatol ke usme se ek kagaz nikalti hai. Ye kagaz aam nahi tha—isme ek number likha hua tha. Muskan ne ghadi me dekha; kareeb 3 baj rahe the. Kanpte haathon se usne wo number phone me daala aur kuch der tak ghurti rahi. Phir himmat karke number mila diya.
Kaafi der tak phone bajta raha, lekin koi jawab nahi aaya. Himmat toot chuki thi, isliye Muskan phone kaatne hi wali thi ki tabhi usi number se call wapas aa gaya. Muskan ki halat aur patli ho gayi, lekin darte hue phone utha liya.
Muskan ki zabaan se shabdon ne saath chhod diya tha, lekin saamne se "Hello, hello" ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Muskan bol nahi pa rahi thi, aur phone kaatne ki sochi hi thi ki saamne se awaaz aayi:
"Mujhe malum tha tum kisi na kisi din mujhe phone zaroor karogi."
Ye sun kar Muskan hakka-bakka ho gayi, aur anayas hi bol uthi:
"Tumhe kaise malum ki maine phone milaya?"
Saamne se hansi ki awaaz aayi:
"Truecaller ka zamana hai, madam ji."
Muskan ko samajh aa gaya ki ab phone kaatne ka koi fayda nahi hai. Isliye usne baat ko aage badhaya:
"Tumhe mujhse kya chahiye? Tumhe pata hai na ki main ek shaadi-shuda aurat hoon?"
Abhi Muskan baat puri kar hi rahi thi ki saamne se awaaz aayi:
"Dekho aunty..."
Muskan gusse se bol padi:
"Main tumhari aunty nahi hoon!"
Ispe saamne se fir hansi ki awaaz aayi:
"Khair, madam ji to hain na?"
Ye sun kar Muskan muskara di, lekin kuch boli nahi. Samne wala bola:
"Main aap se pyaar karta hoon."
Ispe Muskan ka gussa aur badh gaya:
"Pagal ho kya tum? Koi pyaar-vyaar nahi hai tumhe."
Samne se phir hansi ki awaaz aayi:
"Phir ye kya hai?"
Muskan chillayi:
"Tum ek galeech, hawasi naali ke keede ho! Mujhe tumse nafrat hai!"
Ye sun kar saamne thodi der ki chuppi chha gayi. Phir awaaz aayi:
"Dekho madam, tum jaise maine kai dekhe hain. Aur tum, saali... raat ke 3 baje kaun sharafat ka dhong rach rahi hai? Saali raand."
Muskan ke hosh udd gaye. Usne turant phone kaat diya. Phone kaatne ke baad turant fir se call aaya, jise Muskan ne ignore kiya. Jab teesri baar call aaya, to Muskan ne phone off kar diya.
Wo balcony me jaa kar baith gayi aur rone lagi. Use lag raha tha ki wo pagal ho chuki hai. Asman ki taraf dekhte hue wo Allah se kuch samajhne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Phir wo bistar par jaakar zabardasti so gayi.
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Muskan agle din uthti hai aur din ke roz ke kaam nipta kar kareeb 10 baje free ho jaati hai. Phir wo kapde dhone ka kaam shuru karti hai, jo usne pehle taal diya tha. Use pata hi nahi chala ki uska phone abhi bhi band hai. Kapde dhote-dhote kaafi der ho gayi. Jab wo kaam nipta ke TV dekhne baithi, tab use yaad aaya ki usne apna phone band rakha hai.
Phone on karte hi use pichhli raat ki wo call yaad aa gayi. Darte-darte jab phone pura chalu hua, toh kareeb 20 messages uske inbox me dikh gaye. Kuch kal raat ke the aur kuch subah ke. Raat wale messages gande-gande gaaliyon se bhare the, aur subah wale sorry messages ke. Muskan ne turant saare messages delete kiye aur number block kar diya. Usne lambi saans li aur apne aap ko sambhalne ke liye TV chalu kar diya.
Kuch der hi beeti thi ki ghar ke darwaze par dastak hui. Uske saas-sasur dono susta rahe the, toh Muskan jaldi se darwaza kholne gayi. Samne wahi ladka khada tha. Use dekh Muskan gusse se aag-babula ho gayi, lekin wo cheekh nahi sakti thi. Use mohalla waalon ka bhi darr tha.
Muskan ne aankhein phaad kar ladke ko ghoora aur ishare se wahan se chale jaane ko kaha, lekin wo ladka tas-se-mas nahi hua. Muskan ka darr aur badhne laga. Tabhi us ladke ne ek sasti si plastic ki rose Muskan ko di aur haath jod kar dheere se kaha, "Sorry darling, please mujhe maaf kar do."
"Darling" shabd sun Muskan ka gussa aur badh gaya. Dheere se boli, "Chale jao yahan se, please. Mere in-laws ghar me hain. Kyun mera ghar barbaad karne par tule ho?"
Ye sun ladka Muskan ke bagal se ghar ke andar jhankta hai aur phir Muskan ko ghoor kar dekhne lagta hai. "Main sirf ek shart pe jaunga, aur wo tumhe manana hi padega," usne kaha.
Muskan gusse se bolti hai, "Kuch nahi manane wali main! Bhago yahan se, badmaash, kutte!" Dheere se gaali deti hui Muskan ko dekh kar wo ladka bas daant nikal kar hasne lagta hai.
Muskan pareshan ho jaati hai aur asmanjas me usse poochti hai, "Kya chahte ho tum mujhse?"
Ladka jhuki nazar se dekhta hai aur aage badh kar kehta hai, "Tumhara naam Muskan hai na?" Muskan bas apna sir haan me hilati hai. Ladka bolta hai, "Muskan, tum meri girlfriend ban jao. Yahi meri khwahish hai."
Muskan sun kar ghabra jaati hai, lekin bina soche-samjhe turant bol padti hai, "Agar main tumhari girlfriend ban jaungi, toh tum abhi chale jaoge?"
Ladka has kar kehta hai, "Beshak, lekin tumhe meri GF banana padega."
Majboori me Muskan sir haan me hilati hai. Ladka aage badhta hai, Muskan ke chehre ko pakad kar uske gaal par ek chhoti si kiss karta hai, aur phir turant wahan se chala jaata hai. Muskan wahi zameen par gir kar nidhal ho jaati hai.
Muskan ke Bechain Khayal
Jo kuch hua tha, uspar yakeen karna Muskan ke liye mushkil tha. Usne apni wildest fantasies me bhi aisa nahi socha tha. Wo apne aap ko kosne lagti hai ki usne pichhli raat phone kyun lagaya aur kyun uska number apne paas rakha.
Muskan ki aankhon me aansu the, lekin uske andar ka ek hissa ajeeb si khushi bhi mehsoos kar raha tha.
Thodi der baad Muskan dheere se apne in-laws ke kamre me gayi. Unhe sota dekh uske jaan me jaan aayi. Wo chupchaap apne kamre me jaakar so gayi, lekin use ye andaza bhi nahi tha ki usne kis aafat ko apne sar le liya tha.
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Muskan agle din uthti hai aur din ke roz ke kaam nipta kar kareeb 10 baje free ho jaati hai. Phir wo kapde dhone ka kaam shuru karti hai, jo usne pehle taal diya tha. Use pata hi nahi chala ki uska phone abhi bhi band hai. Kapde dhote-dhote kaafi der ho gayi. Jab wo kaam nipta ke TV dekhne baithi, tab use yaad aaya ki usne apna phone band rakha hai.
Phone on karte hi use pichhli raat ki wo call yaad aa gayi. Darte-darte jab phone pura chalu hua, toh kareeb 20 messages uske inbox me dikh gaye. Kuch kal raat ke the aur kuch subah ke. Raat wale messages gande-gande gaaliyon se bhare the, aur subah wale sorry messages ke. Muskan ne turant saare messages delete kiye aur number block kar diya. Usne lambi saans li aur apne aap ko sambhalne ke liye TV chalu kar diya.
Kuch der hi beeti thi ki ghar ke darwaze par dastak hui. Uske saas-sasur dono susta rahe the, toh Muskan jaldi se darwaza kholne gayi. Samne wahi ladka khada tha. Use dekh Muskan gusse se aag-babula ho gayi, lekin wo cheekh nahi sakti thi. Use mohalla waalon ka bhi darr tha.
Muskan ne aankhein phaad kar ladke ko ghoora aur ishare se wahan se chale jaane ko kaha, lekin wo ladka tas-se-mas nahi hua. Muskan ka darr aur badhne laga. Tabhi us ladke ne ek sasti si plastic ki rose Muskan ko di aur haath jod kar dheere se kaha, "Sorry darling, please mujhe maaf kar do."
"Darling" shabd sun Muskan ka gussa aur badh gaya. Dheere se boli, "Chale jao yahan se, please. Mere in-laws ghar me hain. Kyun mera ghar barbaad karne par tule ho?"
Ye sun ladka Muskan ke bagal se ghar ke andar jhankta hai aur phir Muskan ko ghoor kar dekhne lagta hai. "Main sirf ek shart pe jaunga, aur wo tumhe manana hi padega," usne kaha.
Muskan gusse se bolti hai, "Kuch nahi manane wali main! Bhago yahan se, badmaash, kutte!" Dheere se gaali deti hui Muskan ko dekh kar wo ladka bas daant nikal kar hasne lagta hai.
Muskan pareshan ho jaati hai aur asmanjas me usse poochti hai, "Kya chahte ho tum mujhse?"
Ladka jhuki nazar se dekhta hai aur aage badh kar kehta hai, "Tumhara naam Muskan hai na?" Muskan bas apna sir haan me hilati hai. Ladka bolta hai, "Muskan, tum meri girlfriend ban jao. Yahi meri khwahish hai."
Muskan sun kar ghabra jaati hai, lekin bina soche-samjhe turant bol padti hai, "Agar main tumhari girlfriend ban jaungi, toh tum abhi chale jaoge?"
Ladka has kar kehta hai, "Beshak, lekin tumhe meri GF banana padega."
Majboori me Muskan sir haan me hilati hai. Ladka aage badhta hai, Muskan ke chehre ko pakad kar uske gaal par ek chhoti si kiss karta hai, aur phir turant wahan se chala jaata hai. Muskan wahi zameen par gir kar nidhal ho jaati hai.
Muskan ke Bechain Khayal
Jo kuch hua tha, uspar yakeen karna Muskan ke liye mushkil tha. Usne apni wildest fantasies me bhi aisa nahi socha tha. Wo apne aap ko kosne lagti hai ki usne pichhli raat phone kyun lagaya aur kyun uska number apne paas rakha.
Muskan ki aankhon me aansu the, lekin uske andar ka ek hissa ajeeb si khushi bhi mehsoos kar raha tha.
Thodi der baad Muskan dheere se apne in-laws ke kamre me gayi. Unhe sota dekh uske jaan me jaan aayi. Wo chupchaap apne kamre me jaakar so gayi, lekin use ye andaza bhi nahi tha ki usne kis aafat ko apne sar le liya tha.
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Muskan Ansari- Age: 37
- Description: Imran ki patni, ek naturally shy aur acchi housewife hai. Bohot hi submissive aur agreeable nature ki malik hai.
- Age: 43
- Description: Ek school teacher hai, ek average insaan jo apne bald spot ko lekar struggle karta hai.
- Age: 23
- Description: Ek chapri ladka aur full lafua type hai, jo Bihar ke Ara gaon se Lucknow aaya hai government exam crack karne ke liye. Lekin uske life ke goals kuch aur hi hain – doston ke saath bazaars mein ghoomna, time waste karna, aur duniya ki saari buri aadatein apnana. Chhoti height ka hai aur ladkiyon aur bhabhiyon ka bada addict hai.
- Age: 51
- Description: Kuch aisa hua tha uske aur Muskan ke beech jo aaj tak ya toh Muskan ko haunt karta hai, ya phir excite.
- Ages: 73/79
- Description: Bohot hi strict nature ke hain.
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Muskan shaam ko uthi, to use yaad aaya ki kapde to upar hi hain, aur Imran ke bhi aane ka waqt ho chuka hai. Woh aankh malte hue chhat par jaati hai aur jaldi se kapde samet ke le aati hai. Tabhi Imran bachchon ke saath aa jaata hai, aur Muskan phir apne kaam me busy ho jaati hai, dopahar ki ghatna ko bilkul bhool jaati hai.
Shaam ko market jaane ke liye Muskan jaldi se tayyar hoti hai aur nikal jaati hai. Man hi man wo list yaad karne ki koshish kar rahi hoti hai, kyunki saman kaafi zyada lana tha. Jaise hi woh market pahunchti hai, samne wahi ladka dikh jaata hai, aur din mein hui saari baatein ekdam yaad aa jaati hain. Muskan ulte pair bhagne lagti hai, lekin usse pehle ki wo zyada door ja sake, uske kandhe par ek haath mehsus hota hai.
Peeche mudti hai, to wahi ladka hota hai. Muskan ka chehra darr se safed ho jaata hai. Tabhi wo ladka bolta hai, "Kya haal hai meri GF?" Muskan gusse se jawab deti hai, "Main tumhari GF nahi hoon! Bhago yahaan se!" Ladka hasne lagta hai aur aage badh kar Muskan ki kamar mein haath daal deta hai.
Muskan hadbada jaati hai, idhar-udhar dekhne lagti hai ki kahin koi dekh toh nahi raha. Wo khud ko ladke ke changul se chhudaane ki koshish karti hai aur dheere se kehti hai, "Pagal ho kya? Koi dekh lega toh?" Ladka muskura kar jawab deta hai, "Toh kya farq padta hai? Apni GF ko hi toh gale laga raha hoon!"
Muskan muska deti hai, lekin phir bhi usse chhudaane ki koshish karti rehti hai. Par ladka usse chhodta nahi, balki aur paas aa jaata hai.
Muskan ke lakh koshishon ke baawajood ladka tas se mas nahi hota. Tab Muskan dheere se uske kaan mein kehti hai, "Yahan nahi, please! Tum mere BF ho na, meri baat mano." Ye sunte hi ladka muskaraata hai aur usse chhod deta hai.
Muskan gusse se ghurti hai, lekin ladka bolta hai, "Bilkul manunga apni baby ki baat. Lekin pehle mera phone unblock karo."
Muskan asmanjas mein pad jaati hai aur kehti hai, "Kaise kar doon? Mere shauhar ko shaq ho jaayega!" Ladka hans kar bolta hai, "Arre kuch nahi hoga, baby. Mera number spam ya fraud ke naam se save kar lena."
Ye kehkar ladka chala jaata hai. Muskan khud ko sambhalti hai aur jaldi-jaldi saman kharidne lagti hai.
Market se wapas aate waqt Muskan ko ahsaas hota hai ki usne thoda zyada saman kharid liya hai. Chalne mein dikkat ho rahi hoti hai. Tabhi wo kuch der soch kar apna phone nikaalti hai, ladke ka number unblock karti hai, aur usse madad maangti hai. Ladka turant aata hai aur uska saman ghar ke darwaze tak chhod jaata hai.
Muskan tabhi sochti hai ki ab wo kya tarkeeb lagaye, kaise apne BF se chutkara paye, jo uski zindagi mein zabardasti ghus gaya hai. Bhale hi ye sab uski bewakoofi ki wajah se hua ho, lekin ab samajh nahi aa raha tha kya kare. Ek-do dafa usne Imran ko batane ka socha, lekin darr tha ki Imran kahin use jaan se na maar de.
Phir Muskan apne aap ko samjhane lagti hai aur situation ko rationalize karne ki koshish karti hai. Wo sochti hai, "Aakhir ek BF hone mein kya hi buraai hai?" Dheere-dheere wo apne aap ko manane mein safal ho jaati hai ki BF hona koi badi baat nahi. Use bhagane se zyada, use rakhne mein fayda hai.
Yahi soch kar Muskan ladke ka number "LIC Fraud" ke naam se save kar leti hai.
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Raat ka waqt tha, kareeb 1 baj rahe the. Muskan ka phone baj utha, aur uski aankh khul gayi. Incoming call pe LIC Fraud dekh ke uski kanth sukh gayi. Wo apne aap ko kosne lagi:
"Kya aafat sir le li hai maine..."
Ye keh kar Muskan apne shauhar ki taraf dekhti hai, jo ghode bech ke so rahe the. Muskan phone utha ke balcony me chali jaati hai. Dusri taraf se wahi harami si awaaz aayi:
"Kya kar rahi ho, baby?"
Muskan gusse se dheere se boli:
"Pagal, pata hai kya time hai? Main apne shauhar ke saath so rahi thi."
Samne se jawab aaya:
"Apne pati ko samjha le, saali. Tere ko haath lagaya to haath tod dunga. Saali, tu aaj se meri maal hai."
Ye sun ke Muskan muskara di aur tanj kaste hue boli:
"Bhag yahan se! Mera pati mujhe zarur haath lagayega, tu kaun hota hai be?"
Samne se phir hansi ki awaaz aayi, lekin is baar lag raha tha jaise background me koi music chal raha ho. Muskan ko ehsaas hua ki uska BF akele nahi tha. Ye samajh ke Muskan ne phone kaat diya.
Muskan kuch der tak balcony me sochti rahi. Phir usne apne BF ka phone milaya:
"Hello, Mr. BF. Aapka naam kya hai?"
Samne se phir hansi ki awaaz aayi:
"Are haan, maine to kabhi bataya hi nahi. Mera naam Rinshu hai. Ha ha ha!"
Muskan muskara ke boli:
"Ye kaisa ajeeb sa naam hai."
Is tanj pe samne se jawab aaya:
"Baby, ye tere hone wale agle bacche ke baap ka naam hai."
Ye sun Muskan bhi khilkhila ke hansne lagi. Uski hansi sun kar Rinshu bhi zor se hansne laga. Iske baad Muskan phone kaat kar muskati hui apne bistar me ghus gayi.
Agle din Muskan ghar ke saare kaam nipta ke baithi thi. Uske saath uski saas bhi thi, aur dono TV serial dekh rahi thi. Muskan baar-baar apne phone ko ghur rahi thi. Use bechaini thi apne BF ke call ya message ki. Ajeeb sa manchala sa ehsaas uska dil kar raha tha.
Par us bechari ko kya malum tha ki uska BF apne kuch doston ke saath kisi kothe ki rand ke bistar me ek saath nanga pada tha. Usse zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki uska BF ek nihayati ghatiya insaan hai.
Time aise hi katte-katte 3 baj gaye. Achaanak se Muskan ke phone pe call aayi. Wo khushi ke mare bhaag ke gayi, lekin ye call uske BF ki nahi thi. Asal me ek scam caller tha. Muskan man hi man galiyaan deke wapas kaam me lag gayi.
Thodi der baad phir call aaya. Is baar wahi tha. Muskan khush ho gayi aur apni saas se chhat pe kapde sahi karne ka bahana karke upar chali gayi.
Upar pahunch ke Muskan ne phone uthaya aur pucha:
"Kahan mar gaye the? Call kyun nahi kiya?"
Rinshu samajh gaya ki Muskan ab uske jaal me poori tarah fas chuki hai. Muskate hue bola:
"Baby, tumne bhi to call nahi kiya."
Muskan jawab di:
"Arre, pagal! Fraud number pe outgoing call kyun karun?"
Ye sun ke Rinshu zor se hansne laga:
"Matlab saari calls mujhe karni padengi? Ha ha ha!"
Muskan bhi hans ke boli:
"Beshaq!"
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Rinshu ek pakka khiladi tha—use khel ki har chaal maloom thi, aur pasa kaise ulta gira kar apne favor me karna hai, isme wo maahir tha. Sach ye tha ki Muskan usse waqai pasand thi. Isi wajah se wo kaafi dino se uske aas-paas ghoom raha tha, ek sahi mauke ki talash me. Aur kismat ka khel dekho, jo Muskan kabhi uski taraf dekhna bhi nahi chahti thi, aaj usi ne khud usse phone kiya tha.
Rinshu ko acchi tarah samajh thi ki Muskan ke saath sabr aur dimaag se kaam lena padega. Wo jaldbazi me khel kharab nahi karna chahta tha. Uske dimag me ek lambi setting ka plan tha—ek waise hi jaal ka, jo usne gaon me bichhaya tha, jahan sab kuch uske haathon me tha. Usne decide kar liya tha ki Muskan ko dheere-dheere, bina kisi shor-sharabe ke, apne jaal me phasana hai.
Muskan me Rinshu ko wo sab kuch dikh raha tha, jo uske liye perfect tha:
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Muskan shaam ko uthi, to use yaad aaya ki kapde to upar hi hain, aur Imran ke bhi aane ka waqt ho chuka hai. Woh aankh malte hue chhat par jaati hai aur jaldi se kapde samet ke le aati hai. Tabhi Imran bachchon ke saath aa jaata hai, aur Muskan phir apne kaam me busy ho jaati hai, dopahar ki ghatna ko bilkul bhool jaati hai.
Shaam ko market jaane ke liye Muskan jaldi se tayyar hoti hai aur nikal jaati hai. Man hi man wo list yaad karne ki koshish kar rahi hoti hai, kyunki saman kaafi zyada lana tha. Jaise hi woh market pahunchti hai, samne wahi ladka dikh jaata hai, aur din mein hui saari baatein ekdam yaad aa jaati hain. Muskan ulte pair bhagne lagti hai, lekin usse pehle ki wo zyada door ja sake, uske kandhe par ek haath mehsus hota hai.
Peeche mudti hai, to wahi ladka hota hai. Muskan ka chehra darr se safed ho jaata hai. Tabhi wo ladka bolta hai, "Kya haal hai meri GF?" Muskan gusse se jawab deti hai, "Main tumhari GF nahi hoon! Bhago yahaan se!" Ladka hasne lagta hai aur aage badh kar Muskan ki kamar mein haath daal deta hai.
Muskan hadbada jaati hai, idhar-udhar dekhne lagti hai ki kahin koi dekh toh nahi raha. Wo khud ko ladke ke changul se chhudaane ki koshish karti hai aur dheere se kehti hai, "Pagal ho kya? Koi dekh lega toh?" Ladka muskura kar jawab deta hai, "Toh kya farq padta hai? Apni GF ko hi toh gale laga raha hoon!"
Muskan muska deti hai, lekin phir bhi usse chhudaane ki koshish karti rehti hai. Par ladka usse chhodta nahi, balki aur paas aa jaata hai.
Muskan ke lakh koshishon ke baawajood ladka tas se mas nahi hota. Tab Muskan dheere se uske kaan mein kehti hai, "Yahan nahi, please! Tum mere BF ho na, meri baat mano." Ye sunte hi ladka muskaraata hai aur usse chhod deta hai.
Muskan gusse se ghurti hai, lekin ladka bolta hai, "Bilkul manunga apni baby ki baat. Lekin pehle mera phone unblock karo."
Muskan asmanjas mein pad jaati hai aur kehti hai, "Kaise kar doon? Mere shauhar ko shaq ho jaayega!" Ladka hans kar bolta hai, "Arre kuch nahi hoga, baby. Mera number spam ya fraud ke naam se save kar lena."
Ye kehkar ladka chala jaata hai. Muskan khud ko sambhalti hai aur jaldi-jaldi saman kharidne lagti hai.
Market se wapas aate waqt Muskan ko ahsaas hota hai ki usne thoda zyada saman kharid liya hai. Chalne mein dikkat ho rahi hoti hai. Tabhi wo kuch der soch kar apna phone nikaalti hai, ladke ka number unblock karti hai, aur usse madad maangti hai. Ladka turant aata hai aur uska saman ghar ke darwaze tak chhod jaata hai.
Muskan tabhi sochti hai ki ab wo kya tarkeeb lagaye, kaise apne BF se chutkara paye, jo uski zindagi mein zabardasti ghus gaya hai. Bhale hi ye sab uski bewakoofi ki wajah se hua ho, lekin ab samajh nahi aa raha tha kya kare. Ek-do dafa usne Imran ko batane ka socha, lekin darr tha ki Imran kahin use jaan se na maar de.
Phir Muskan apne aap ko samjhane lagti hai aur situation ko rationalize karne ki koshish karti hai. Wo sochti hai, "Aakhir ek BF hone mein kya hi buraai hai?" Dheere-dheere wo apne aap ko manane mein safal ho jaati hai ki BF hona koi badi baat nahi. Use bhagane se zyada, use rakhne mein fayda hai.
Yahi soch kar Muskan ladke ka number "LIC Fraud" ke naam se save kar leti hai.
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Raat ka waqt tha, kareeb 1 baj rahe the. Muskan ka phone baj utha, aur uski aankh khul gayi. Incoming call pe LIC Fraud dekh ke uski kanth sukh gayi. Wo apne aap ko kosne lagi:
"Kya aafat sir le li hai maine..."
Ye keh kar Muskan apne shauhar ki taraf dekhti hai, jo ghode bech ke so rahe the. Muskan phone utha ke balcony me chali jaati hai. Dusri taraf se wahi harami si awaaz aayi:
"Kya kar rahi ho, baby?"
Muskan gusse se dheere se boli:
"Pagal, pata hai kya time hai? Main apne shauhar ke saath so rahi thi."
Samne se jawab aaya:
"Apne pati ko samjha le, saali. Tere ko haath lagaya to haath tod dunga. Saali, tu aaj se meri maal hai."
Ye sun ke Muskan muskara di aur tanj kaste hue boli:
"Bhag yahan se! Mera pati mujhe zarur haath lagayega, tu kaun hota hai be?"
Samne se phir hansi ki awaaz aayi, lekin is baar lag raha tha jaise background me koi music chal raha ho. Muskan ko ehsaas hua ki uska BF akele nahi tha. Ye samajh ke Muskan ne phone kaat diya.
Muskan kuch der tak balcony me sochti rahi. Phir usne apne BF ka phone milaya:
"Hello, Mr. BF. Aapka naam kya hai?"
Samne se phir hansi ki awaaz aayi:
"Are haan, maine to kabhi bataya hi nahi. Mera naam Rinshu hai. Ha ha ha!"
Muskan muskara ke boli:
"Ye kaisa ajeeb sa naam hai."
Is tanj pe samne se jawab aaya:
"Baby, ye tere hone wale agle bacche ke baap ka naam hai."
Ye sun Muskan bhi khilkhila ke hansne lagi. Uski hansi sun kar Rinshu bhi zor se hansne laga. Iske baad Muskan phone kaat kar muskati hui apne bistar me ghus gayi.
Agle din Muskan ghar ke saare kaam nipta ke baithi thi. Uske saath uski saas bhi thi, aur dono TV serial dekh rahi thi. Muskan baar-baar apne phone ko ghur rahi thi. Use bechaini thi apne BF ke call ya message ki. Ajeeb sa manchala sa ehsaas uska dil kar raha tha.
Par us bechari ko kya malum tha ki uska BF apne kuch doston ke saath kisi kothe ki rand ke bistar me ek saath nanga pada tha. Usse zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki uska BF ek nihayati ghatiya insaan hai.
Time aise hi katte-katte 3 baj gaye. Achaanak se Muskan ke phone pe call aayi. Wo khushi ke mare bhaag ke gayi, lekin ye call uske BF ki nahi thi. Asal me ek scam caller tha. Muskan man hi man galiyaan deke wapas kaam me lag gayi.
Thodi der baad phir call aaya. Is baar wahi tha. Muskan khush ho gayi aur apni saas se chhat pe kapde sahi karne ka bahana karke upar chali gayi.
Upar pahunch ke Muskan ne phone uthaya aur pucha:
"Kahan mar gaye the? Call kyun nahi kiya?"
Rinshu samajh gaya ki Muskan ab uske jaal me poori tarah fas chuki hai. Muskate hue bola:
"Baby, tumne bhi to call nahi kiya."
Muskan jawab di:
"Arre, pagal! Fraud number pe outgoing call kyun karun?"
Ye sun ke Rinshu zor se hansne laga:
"Matlab saari calls mujhe karni padengi? Ha ha ha!"
Muskan bhi hans ke boli:
"Beshaq!"
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Rinshu ek pakka khiladi tha—use khel ki har chaal maloom thi, aur pasa kaise ulta gira kar apne favor me karna hai, isme wo maahir tha. Sach ye tha ki Muskan usse waqai pasand thi. Isi wajah se wo kaafi dino se uske aas-paas ghoom raha tha, ek sahi mauke ki talash me. Aur kismat ka khel dekho, jo Muskan kabhi uski taraf dekhna bhi nahi chahti thi, aaj usi ne khud usse phone kiya tha.
Rinshu ko acchi tarah samajh thi ki Muskan ke saath sabr aur dimaag se kaam lena padega. Wo jaldbazi me khel kharab nahi karna chahta tha. Uske dimag me ek lambi setting ka plan tha—ek waise hi jaal ka, jo usne gaon me bichhaya tha, jahan sab kuch uske haathon me tha. Usne decide kar liya tha ki Muskan ko dheere-dheere, bina kisi shor-sharabe ke, apne jaal me phasana hai.
Muskan me Rinshu ko wo sab kuch dikh raha tha, jo uske liye perfect tha:
- Sarkari naukriwala husband: Rinshu ko pata tha ki Muskan ke paas paise ki tangi nahi hogi. Jo paise wo kothe ya girlfriends pe udaata tha, yahan bache rahenge.
- Seedha-saadha nature: Usne Muskan ke baare me pura research kar liya tha—ye tasalli ki wo kisi aur ke chakkar me nahi thi.
- Fikr karne wali biwi: Rinshu jaanta tha ki Lucknow jaise beraham sheher me ek apni si lugai ho, jo uski parwah kare, ye zaroori hai.
- Boring aur permanent chut: Use Muskan ka chut permanent chahiye thi, bina nakhare dikhai.
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