Update - 12
Muskan apne kamre mein aaram kar rahi thi, dheere-dheere ghoomte pankhe ki taraf takti hui. Uski nazar pankhe ki chalte-blades mein jaakar thami, aur Rinshu ka chehra uske zehan mein ubhar aaya. Gusse se bhar kar usne apna mukka bana kar hawa mein pheka, jaise us chehre ko maar dena chahti ho. Par wahan sirf khaali hawa thi.
Tabhi uske ghar ki call bell baji. Muskan uth kar darwaza kholne gayi, aur samne ek adhed aadmi ko khade dekh kar apni naak chidhte hue boli, "Accha, le aaye saara samaan?"
Woh aadmi muskara kar bola, "Ji malikn, chun-chun kar bilkul aapki pasand ke laal tamatar laaye hain. Bade meethe hain, aapko zaroor pasand aayenge."
Muskan us aadmi ke haath se sabziyan le kar kitchen ki taraf chali gayi, unhe rakhnay ke liye. Lekin jaise hi sabziyan rakhne lagi, uske kaan ek ajeeb si halchal sunne lage—ghar ke andar koi aaya ho jaise.
Muskan abhi palat kar dekh hi rahi thi ki achanak wahi aadmi piche se aakar usse jor se daboch leta hai.
Muskan ne thodi bahut na-nukur kiya, lekin phir bina koi nakhare ke us buddhe sabzi wale ke sath hambistari kar li wo bhi apne master bedroom me jahan wo aur uska sauhar ka haq tha. Wo buddha kareeb 20 minute uske sath jism ka khel kar uske kokh me apna beej daal ke, apne chehre me muskan le ke chala gaya.
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Muskan ki zindagi ek ajeeb mod le chuki thi. Jab Rinshu ne uska raaz bazaar aur apne doston mein phaila diya, toh shuru mein usne sharm aur khauf mehsoos kiya. Lekin dheere-dheere, yeh raaz uski zindagi ka ek aam hissa ban gaya. Ab yeh roz ka ek routine tha—ek naye insaan ke saath milan, naye jazbaat ka ehsaas, aur naye rishton ki kahaniyan.
Sabzi Wala Ramesh: Ek Har Roz Ka Shuruat
Ramesh roz subah sabziyan le kar Muskan ke ghar aata tha. Lekin ab sabzi ke saath ek alag hi lena-dena chalu ho gaya tha. Kitchen ke ek kone mein, Ramesh apni rough haathon se Muskan ke kamar ko thaamta aur usse apne kareeb kheench leta. Uski garmi Muskan ke badan ko sulga deti, aur dono ka milan har subah ka ek hissa ban chuka tha. Har baar, Ramesh uski kokh mein apna beej bhar ke ek ajeeb si tasalli mehsoos karta, aur Muskan bas ek muskuraahat ke saath usse alvida kehti thi.
Chotu Aur Uska Group: Khet Aur Talab Ke Milan
Chotu aur uske chhe dost ab Muskan ke liye ek roz ka tamasha ban chuke the. “Bhabhi, aapka waqt toh hamara hai,” Chotu ek dosti bhari muskaan ke saath kehta. Kabhi khet ke peeche, kabhi talab ke paas, unka milan ek khel ki tarah ho gaya tha. Gehu ke khet ki mahak aur talab ki shaanti ke beech, har dost ne apna waqt Muskan ke saath bitaya. Unke haath Muskan ke badan ke har kone ka ehsaas karte, aur unka beej khet ke mitti aur talab ke paani mein ghul mil jata. Yeh sab kuch chupke-chupke hota, lekin Muskan ka sharir ab unka aadi ban chuka tha.
Naai Babulal: Baalon Mein Beej Ka Sparsh
Babulal, jo har hafte Muskan ke pati ke baal kaat ta, ab uska alag hi rishta ban chuka tha. Har baar jab Babulal uske ghar aata, toh kaam khatam hone ke baad Muskan usse apni baalon mein ungliyan pherne ko kehti. “Ab tum mere baalon ki dori bandh do,” Muskan halki awaaz mein kehti, aur Babulal ke haath dheere-dheere uske peeth tak pahunch jate. Uska sharir ek aag ki tarah sulagta, aur dono ka milan har hafte ka ek routine ban gaya.
Parchun Wala Pyarelal: Rashan Ke Saath Jazbaat Ka Milap
Muskan ab Pyarelal ki dukan par bina paise ke rashan lene jaati thi. Pyarelal kehte, “Bhabhi, ek baar pyaar ka bhi rashan le lo.” Unki dukan ke peeche ek andhera kona tha, jahan dono ka milan hota. Pyarelal ke haathon ka sparsh, Muskan ke badan mein ek ajeeb si garmi jagata. Uski har zarurat bina paise ke poori ho rahi thi, lekin iska mol uska sharir tha, jo Pyarelal ke liye ab har dusre din ka nasha ban chuka tha.
Shambhu Teli Aur Raju Mazdoor: Tel Ke Saath Milan
Shambhu, jo tel bechta tha, aur uska mazdoor Raju ab Muskan ke ghar roz aate. Ek din, jab Shambhu uske baalon mein tel laga raha tha, Raju chupke se peeche se aaya aur uske kaan ke paas fuskura ke bola, “Bhabhi, ab mera number hai.” Muskan ne bina hichkichahat ke apne aap ko un dono ke hawale kar diya. Shambhu aur Raju ne ek saath apna beej Muskan ke andar bhar diya, aur woh sirf ek muskaan ke saath sab kuch seh gayi.
Munna Sharabi: Raat Ke Andheron Mein Milan
Munna ka sharab ka nasha ab Muskan ke sharir ke nashe mein ghul gaya tha. Har raat, woh ek purani building ke kone mein Muskan se milta. “Bhabhi, tumhare bina zindagi mein koi maza nahi,” Munna kehta, aur Muskan bas ek halki hasi ke saath uske paas aa jaati. Munna ka chadta hua nasha, aur Muskan ke sharir ki garmi, ek aise milan ka hissa ban gaya jo sirf raat ke andheron mein hota.
Roz Ki Zindagi Aur Ek Sach
Ab Muskan ke liye yeh sab kuch roz ka hissa ban chuka tha. Koi milan kitchen ke kone mein hota, koi khet ke beech, toh koi bazaar ke piche. Lekin ek cheez saaf thi—chhote sheher ke mardon mein kisi ne bhi condom ka istemal nahi kiya. Muskan ko har raat milan ke baad “nirodh ki goli” leni padti thi, kyunki woh jaanti thi ki agar yeh goli nahi leti, toh uski zindagi aur mushkil ho jati. Wo goli uske liye ek najarbandi thi, jo usse har baar mukt hone ka ahsaas deti thi, lekin ek naye milan ki aur bhi tayar karti thi.
Is tarah Muskan ki zindagi ek ajeeb si dor mein bandhi thi, jahan har milan uska ek nasha ban gaya tha, aur har raaz uske jeene ka ek naya andaaz. Lekin Muskan is se nikalana chahti thi, kyunki use pata tha ki kabhi na kabhi ye raaz use jala dega, uska ghar barbad kar dega.
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Muskan ko ye baat andazah tha ki uski zindagi jis raaste par chal rahi hai, wo kabhi na kabhi uske aur uske parivar ke liye tabahi laa sakti hai. Har roz ka milan, har naya rishta, aur har naye insaan ka sparsh—ye sab ab uski zindagi ka hissa ban chuka tha, lekin uske dil ke kone mein ek darr tha jo kabhi usse sukoon nahi lene deta tha. “Agar ye sab kabhi mere pati ko pata chal gaya, toh kya hoga?” yeh sawaal uske zehan mein baar-baar uthta tha.
Ek din, jab woh school ke kisi kaam ke silsile mein principal ke cabin mein gayi, toh usse ek nayi umeed dikhai di. Principal saab ka school mein kaafi asar tha, aur unke kehne par kisi bhi teacher ka tabadala ho sakta tha. Muskan ne socha ki agar woh apne pati ka tabadala karwa sake, toh yeh chhota sa sheher aur uski yaadon ka bojh piche chhod kar ek naye sheher mein nayi zindagi shuru kar sakegi.
Muskan ne principal ko seduce karne ka faisla kiya. Us din, woh ek halka saari pehan kar unke cabin mein gayi, jo uske badan ki har ada ko aur zyada ujaagar kar rahi thi. Principal saab ne pehle toh is baat par dhyan nahi diya, lekin Muskan ki aankhon ki gehraayi aur uske bolne ka andaz unhe sambhalne nahi de raha tha. “Sir, ek baat kahoon? Agar aap chahenge, toh meri zindagi badal sakti hai,” Muskan ne unke kaan ke kareeb halki awaaz mein kaha.
Principal saab ne pehle thoda jhijhak dikhai, lekin Muskan ki adayein aur uski baaton mein ek ajeeb sa nasha tha. Cabin ke darwaze ko andar se lock karne ke baad, dono ke beech ek aise milan ki shuruaat hui, jo sirf ek zarurat ka nateeja tha. Principal saab ka sparsh, aur Muskan ka apne aap ko unke hawale kar dena, dono ke liye ek alag si tasalli lekar aaya. Us milan ke baad, principal ne kaha, “Tumhare pati ka tabadala mere ek order ki doori par hai. Tumhare liye yeh karna ab meri zimmedari hai.”
Kuch hi dinon mein, Muskan ke pati ka tabadala ek bade sheher ke school mein ho gaya. Muskan ne is chhote sheher ko hamesha ke liye chhodne ka faisla kar liya. Wo ek ek kone ko dekhte hue, sab kuch piche chhod kar chal padi—sabzi wale ka sparsh, Chotu aur uske doston ke milan, Pyarelal ka jazbaat, aur Munna ke nashe bhare alfaaz. Yeh sab ab sirf ek dhundhli yaad ban kar reh gaya tha.
Naye sheher mein, Muskan ne apne dil ko ek naye andaz se jeene ki talash mein laga diya. Lekin ek baat usse hamesha yaad rahegi—jo raaz ek baar phail jaye, wo zindagi bhar ka bojh ban jata hai.