Part 9
Agla din subah papa ne Yash ko mini mart wali jagah dikhayi.
Papa ne ek ek corner samjhate hue kaha –
Papa – “Yeh samne ka counter hoga, idhar billing ka system lagana hai… aur piche ka store room alag se arrange karna.”
Yash bade dhyan se har cheez dekh raha tha, kabhi papa ki baat sunta, kabhi apne phone me kuch notes banata. Kaam dekhne ke baad papa apni shop ke kaam me busy ho gaye, aur Yash mummy ke paas aaya.
Yash – “Kavita ji… ek chhoti si problem hai.”
Mummy – “Kya hua?”
Yash – “Mujhe yaha ek room rent pe lena padega… daily itna aana-jana mushkil hoga. Aapko koi jagah pata ho to help ho jaayegi.”
Mummy ne socha, fir haan me sir hila diya –
Mummy – “Chalo, main ek jagah dikhati hoon. Yaha se 2 kilometer door hai, safe area me. Wahan ek aunty ka ghar hai, unke terrace pe ek accha room hai.”
Dopahar ko mummy apne scooty se Yash ko le gayi. Gali me pohonchte hi mummy ne gate pe awaaz di –
Mummy – “Aunty, room khali hai na?”
Aunty ne muskurate hue unhe andar bulaya. Room simple tha – ek badi khidki, ek almirah aur side me chhota sa attached bathroom.
Yash – “Perfect hai… mujhe isi type ka chahiye tha.”
Mummy ne aunty se kiraye ki baat kar di. 4-5 minute me hi deal fix ho gayi.
Aunty – “Kavita beta, tumhare kehne pe hi de rahi hoon. Tumhara banda hoga to achha hi hoga.”
Mummy halki si muskura ke Yash ki taraf dekhti hai –
Mummy – “Dekho, kaam solve ho gaya. Ab tum apna focus sirf kaam pe rakhna.”
Yash ne grateful tone me kaha –
Yash – “Aapne jo help ki hai… main bhool nahi paunga.”
Uske chehre par ek calm smile thi, jaise yeh room sirf rehne ki jagah nahi, balki mummy ke saath ek aur connection ka point ban gaya ho.
2 3 din bad
Subha ka time tha, mini mart pooja ke liye poora saj-dhaj ke tayar tha. Mummy ne apni almari se ek bahut hi sundar red colour ki silk saree nikaali thi, jisme golden border chamak rahi thi. Usne halka sa matching blouse pehna, aur ek simple par sundar gajra baal me lagaya. Maang me bindi aur halki si sindoor ki laal rekh ne mummy ka poora roop aur bhi shant aur sharif lagne wala bana diya.
Jab hum mini mart पहुंचे, to waha already kuch log sajawat me busy the. Main side me papa ke saath saman arrange kar raha tha, par meri nazar baar-baar mummy aur Yash ki taraf ja rahi thi. Yash ek kone me khada tha, lekin uski aankhon ka focus sirf mummy par tha. Uska chehra dekh ke samajh aa raha tha ki andar hi andar wo kitna khush hai mummy ko is roop me dekh kar.
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Yash apne mann me kuch ulte-seedhe khayal soch raha tha — kabhi mummy ki smile imagine karta, kabhi unka pallu sambhalte hue ka scene, aur kabhi sochta ki kaash wo unse zyada baat kar pata. Mummy ne bhi ek-do baar uski taraf dekha, par turant nazar hata li, jaise kuch mehsoos na hua ho.
Pooja shuru hone se pehle pandit ji ne sab ko bulaya. Mummy aur papa aarti ke liye aage baithe, aur Yash ko papa ne side me prasad sambhalne ka kaam de diya. Main peeche se sab dekh raha tha — Yash baar-baar aarti ki thaali mummy ko dene ke bahaane unke kareeb jaane ki koshish kar raha tha. Mummy bas halka sa blush karke “rakho yaha” bol ke taal deti.
Pooja khatam hone ke baad sab ne prasad khaya. Papa busy the guests se baat karne me, aur Yash fir mummy ke paas aa ke halki muskaan ke saath bola —
"Kavita ji, aaj to aapne red saree me char chand laga diye… sach me mini mart ki pooja aaj safal ho gayi."
Mummy ne halki si hansi ke saath bas “bas karo Yash” bola, par unki aankhon me halka sa sharmaapan tha.
Pooja khatam hote hi sab log idhar-udhar baatein kar rahe the. Mummy counter ke paas khadi prasad baant rahi thi. Yash aaram se uski taraf aaya, haath mein apna mobile lete hue.
“Arre Kavita ji… aaj ka din to special hai. Ek selfie banti hai!” usne halka sa muskurate hue bola.
Mummy ne turant mana kiya, “Nahi nahi… tum jao, sabke saath photo khinchwalo. Main yahan busy hoon.”
Yash ne phone on karke camera khol diya, “Bas ek second… dekho aap haan bolo ya na, main to photo le hi lunga.”
Mummy ne gusse-jaisi muskaan di, “Tum bhi na…” par uske kuch kehne se pehle Yash uske paas aa gaya, shoulder se shoulder mila ke mobile utha liya.
“Cheese!” usne khud hi kehkar click kar diya. Mummy camera ki taraf dekh to rahi thi, lekin thoda sharma ke.
Photo khinchte hi Yash ne phone mummy ke saamne karke dikhaya, “Wah… dekh lo, kitne pyaare lag rahe hain hum dono.” Uski awaaz mein ek halka sa masti bhara teasing tone tha.
Mummy ne bas hansi dabai, “Pagal ladka…” keh ke apna kaam chalu kar diya, par main ne clearly dekha ki mummy ka chehra thoda laal ho gaya tha.
Yash ne photo save karke chupke se phone lock kar liya, jaise usne koi trophy jeet li ho.
Shaam tak kaafi bheed ho gayi thi mini mart mein. Mummy, papa aur main milke saman sambhal rahe the. Halka-thoda baaki ka kaam khatam karke hum log shop band karke ghar aa gaye.
Dusri taraf, Yash bhi din bhar ki “haldi-pooja” wali masti ke baad apni bike leke seedha apne rent wale kamre ki taraf nikal gaya.
Apne kamre ka darwaza band karte hi usne apna shirt utaar diya, fan full speed pe chala diya. Bed par girte hi usne jeans ki pocket se phone nikala… aur bas — mummy ke saath li gayi selfie screen par chamak uthi.
Yash ke hothon pe ek dheere se shaitani muskaan aa gayi. “Aaj to asli maal mil gaya… uff Kavita ji…” woh apne aap se hi bol pada.
Usne photo ko zoom in-zoom out kiya, kabhi mummy ka chehra dekhta, kabhi unka dupatta, kabhi unke baalon ki lehrati lat. Har angle se ghurta raha jaise kuch detail miss na ho.
Mann hi mann mein soch raha tha — "Bas ek mauka mil jaaye… to zindagi bana doon."
Thodi der tak woh chupchaap bed pe let kar photo pe ungliyon se trace karta raha. Saans halka sa tez, aankhon mein wohi shaitani chamak… apne khayalon mein doobta chala gaya.
Agle din se sav log apne apne kam mai busy ho gye sav papa apne kirne ki dukan mai bethne lag gye wapis chotu or yash mini nart smabhalne lag gye or mummy or yash ku fir sa chat start ho gyi dino daily phone pe bat krte ya chats mai karye ab to kabhi kabhi yash ghar ake chai bhi pita or mummy se flirt bhi krta mai or dadi bhi sav notoce mr rahe the bhout dibo se
Ek din dadi mummy sa bolti hai
Sun bahu yahi wahi tera dost hai na
Mummy - ji sasu ma
Dadi accha lakada hai magar dosti tak hi had mai rehna
Mummy - ji sasu ma mai ya yad rakhugi
1 mahina asi hi gujar gaya asa hi august ka time tha mera birthday bhi a gaya tha subha se mujhe sav log wish kr rahe the haooy birthday happy birthday
Mai bhi bhout kus tha
Papa mummy na rat mai ghar pr hi party kariyi thi jis mai yash ko bhi bulaya tha yash nai mujhe gift mai ek watch di g shock ki
Fir sav logo nai mil kar kahan khaya rat bhout ho gyi thi to mummy na yash ko ghar or hi rukne bola or papa bhi insist kiya yash ko ki ghar pr hi ruk jo
Yash bhi man jata hai or mera kamre mai hi use mummy sone ka liya bol deti hai
Mai or yashrat mai sath mai so rahe the to yah mujh se kuch saval puchta hai
Yash. Ek bat bto raj thumri mummy ko ky ky pasand hai
Me - mummy ko movie dekhna ice cream khana or thdoi bhout ghumna firna magar mummy ghar ke kamo kw chakkar mai kuch nahi kr pati hai
Yash accha to ya bto tum ko accha laga agar mummy ya sav kr paye to
Me ha uncle mai to mummy k kush hi dekhna chata hu
Ya bol ke mai chup ho jata hu or yash bhi chalo so jao bol ke let jata hai
Ab raat mein meri neend achanak se khuli. Maine dekha Yash mera bagal mein nahi tha. Main shock ho gaya.
Bahar ja ke dekhna laga Yash ko.
Agle pal maine jo dekha main hairaan ho gaya. Yash mummy-papa ke kamre mein jhaak raha tha ek khidki se aur pata nahi kyun uska lund usi ki pant se bahar tha aur woh use hila raha tha.
Main samajh gaya Yash kuch dekh raha hai andar. Mujhe bahut curiosity hui, mujhe bhi dekhna tha andar kya ho raha hai.
Magar kaise? Mera mann mein yahi sawal tha ki kaise dekhu, waha to Yash khada hai.
Mujhe ek idea aaya. Mummy-papa ke kamre mein se ek bathroom attached hai aur uska door dusri taraf se bhi khulta hai.
To main chup chap us bathroom mein chala gaya aur halka sa dusri taraf ka gate khola jahan papa-mummy ka room hai.
Maine kya dekha?
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Maine dekha papa-mummy ko chhod rahe the aur ab mujhe samajh aaya ki Yash hara mutthi kyun maar raha tha.
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Papa - Kavita itne dino baad maza aa raha hai.
Mummy - Ahaha, haan haan, aap bhi, ahahaha, busy rehte ho.
Papa - Ahaha, Kavita nikalne wala hai mera!
Mummy - Nikal do na jaanu, mera andar hi sara ka sara...
Yeh sab dekh ke main shock tha. Main turant apne kamre mein ja ke sone ka acting karne lag gaya.
Aur thodi der baad Yash bhi aa gaya. Use laga main so raha hoon. Woh meri taraf dekh ke bola:
"Bhen chod, ek to iski maa itni maal hai, upar se aaj use chudai karte hua Dekh ab to raha nahi ja raha hai, kya karu?"
Yeh bol ke Yash bhi so gaya.
Agle din jab mai subha utha to mujhe pata laga yash to subha hi chala gaya fir mine bhinapne sare kam nipta ka bath gaya tha
Ab yash wasa bhi ghar ka pass a gaya hai to shayad us ko jadi dikkat nahi hogi mummy ko fasane mai
Agle kuch din aise hi beet gaye. Mini mart ka kaam ab set ho chuka tha. Papa apni kirane ki dukaan sambhalte, Yash mini mart dekhta, aur mummy kabhi-kabhi usse milne aa jaati. Pehle toh baatein sirf “kaam-kaaj” tak seemit thi, lekin dheere-dheere dono ke beech ek alag hi comfort aa gaya.
Ab mummy Yash ke saamne utni shy nahi hoti thi jitni pehle. Kabhi woh counter ke paas khadi hoti aur Yash peeche se aake halki si awaaz mein bolta,
Yash (muskurate hue): “Kavita ji, aaj to aap ne mujhe kaam se distract kar diya… itni khoobsurat lag rahi ho ki customer ka bill bhi galat kar du.”
Mummy hansi daba ke kehti,
Mummy: “Bas karo Yash… koi sun lega.”
Yash (thoda jhuk kar, dheere se): “Sunn bhi le toh kya… waise bhi aap meri favourite customer ho.”
Mummy uske kandhe pe halka sa thapad maar ke bolti,
Mummy: “Pagal ho bilkul…”
Lekin uski aankhon mein wo halka sa blush saaf nazar aata.
Kabhi jab mummy uske liye ghar ka khana le aati, Yash plate pakadte hue kehta,
Yash: “Itni mehnat kaam ke liye nahi… aap ke liye karta hoon Kavita ji. Waise bhi… aap ke haath ka khana aur aap ka saath… dono hi addict bana dete hain.”
Mummy bas nazar jhuka ke muskurati, lekin dil mein uski har line register hoti ja rahi thi.
Ab toh Yash kabhi bhi ghar aa jaata — kabhi chai peene, kabhi bas baithne. Aur jab mummy ke paas papa ya main nahi hote, toh unki baatein aur bhi open ho jaati. Yash chhedta, mummy hasti, aur unke beech ka wo invisible comfort boundary almost khatam ho chuki thi.
Us din shaam ko papa apni kirane ki dukaan pe busy the. Mini mart ka kaam Yash ne band nahi kiya tha — bas Chotu ko counter sambhalne ke liye chhoda aur seedha mummy ke ghar aa gaya.
Mummy ko lagta tha main tuition pe hoon aur 8 baje se pehle aane ka sawaal hi nahi. Lekin aaj teacher ki tabiyat kharab hone ki wajah se class half hi chhutti ho gayi. Main chup-chaap bag leke ghar ki taraf aa gaya.
Ghar ka main door thoda sa khula tha. Main dheere se pair rakhta hua andar ghusa, ki drawing room se Yash ki awaaz sunai di.
Yash: “Kavita ji… aapko pata hai? Aap se milne ke baad mujhe lagta hai life ka asli maza ab aaya hai.”
Mummy (halki hansi ke saath): “Yash, tum bhi na… chhodo ye sab, chai pi lo.”
Yash (plate lete hue, halki si ungli mummy ke haath se touch karte hue): “Chai toh bahana hai… main toh aap se milne ka naya reason dhundta rehta hoon.”
Mummy ne bas ek nazar uski taraf dekha, par kuch kaha nahi.
Yash: “Waise… ek baat kahun? Agar main 10 saal pehle aap se mila hota… toh shayad aaj aap mujhe sirf Yash nahi bulati.”
Mummy (thoda sa blush karke): “Pagal… tum jaante ho na main kya soch rahi hoon?”
Yash (muskurate hue): “Main jaanta hoon… aur chah bhi raha hoon.”
Main peechhe se sofa ke paas chupchaap khada tha, dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Samajh nahi aa raha tha ki main andar jaake kuch bolun ya chup chaap sunta rahun. Har ek lafz mere kaan me teer ki tarah lag raha tha.
Yash mummy ke aur paas aake, dheere se: “Aap samajh bhi nahi rahi Kavita ji… main kitna control kar raha hoon.”
Mummy ne bas uski taraf dekha, lekin mana bhi nahi kiya.
Mere pair thode se hil gaye, floor ka chikh chikhawa aaya…
Mummy aur Yash dono ki nazar ekdam darwaze ki taraf ghoom gayi.
Mere kandhe par abhi bhi tuition ka bag latka hua tha. Main chup-chaap drawing room ke kone mein tha, mummy ko lag raha tha ki main abhi-abhi aaya hoon.
Lekin sach yeh tha ki main chupke se andar aa gaya tha aur pata nahi kaise, pair phisal gaya… main dhad se gir pada.
Mummy turant meri taraf daudi, “Arre, beta! Lag toh nahi gayi?”
Main thoda acting karte hue “ahh… bas halki si” bol kar sofa ke paas baith gaya.
Mummy mujhe uthane ke liye aage jhuki, dupatta ek taraf sarak gaya.
Yash, jo corner ki chair par baitha tha, turant mummy ki kamar par nazar jama ke reh gaya.
Yash (mann hi mann): “Kya maal hai… uff… kitni chikni kamar, ekdum smooth… yeh curve to dekh ke dil hil jaaye.”
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Mummy ne mujhe apne haathon se sambhala, aur Yash ke liye jaise poora scene slow motion mein chal raha tha. Uska dimag bas ek hi baat soch raha tha — “Bas ek baar touch kar loon… Kavita ji, aap to kamaal ho.”
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Main khamoshi se mummy ka haath pakad ke uth gaya, par Yash ke hothon pe wo shaitani muskaan ab bhi chipki hui thi.
Main zameen par baitha tha, mummy mujhe sambhalne ke liye jhuki hui thi. Dupatta ek taraf sarak chuka tha, unki kamar aur back ka ek hissa clearly dikh raha tha.
Tabhi Yash ne, jo abhi tak chair par aaram se baitha tha, ekdum se khud ko “concerned” dikhाते हुए uth कर mere paas aaya.
“Arre, chhote… lag to nahi gayi?” usne halka sa fake concern dikhाते hue bola.
Mummy ne jawab diya, “Nahi… bas gir gaya tha, main utha rahi hoon.”
Yash mummy ke bilkul kareeb aa gaya.
Mummy jhuki hui thi, toh usne ek haath meri taraf badhाया — jaise mujhe pakadne ke liye — lekin uska dusra haath dheere se mummy ki lower back par rakh diya.
Uski ungliyan bas ek second ke liye ruki, phir halki si rub hui jaise “galti se touch” ho gaya ho.
Yash (mann hi mann): “Ufff… yeh skin… kitni soft… Kavita ji, aap to sach me kamaal ho.”
Mummy ne is touch ko shayad ignore kar diya, shayad samjhi ki bheed-bhaad mein lag gaya hoga.
Par Yash ke chehre pe ek chhupi hui shaitani muskaan aa gayi thi.
Main chup-chaap khada ho gaya, par mujhe lag gaya tha ki is bande ka “concern” kuch zyada hi personal ho raha hai.
Jab mummy mujhe sambhaal ke khada kar rahi thi, Yash ka haath mummy ki back par tha aur uske hothon pe woh shaitani muskaan… tabhi kamre ke door se halki si chappal ki chap-chap sunai di.
Main palat ke dekha — dadi khadi thi, haath me apna chhota sa pooja ka thaali.
Unki nazar pehle mujh par ruki, phir mummy par… aur phir seedha Yash ke chehre pe.
Aur wahaan, Yash apni muskaan chhupane ki koshish bhi nahi kar raha tha. Dadi ki aankhen thodi si sikud gayi — jaise unhone uske dimaag ka poora paath padh liya ho.
Mummy ne turant mujhe seedha kiya, Yash ne bhi “Theek ho na chhote?” bolke halka sa smile diya aur bahar nikal gaya.
Thodi der baad, jab main apne kamre me tha, Yash ja chuka tha, dadi mummy ke paas aayi.
Unhone ekdum casual tone me bola,
“Kavita, ek baat bolun? Ghar me zyada aane-jane wale log mat rakha karo… aur jo kaam karne aaye hain, unse bas wahi kaam karwao. Baaki baaton ka kya faayda?”
Mummy ek second ke liye chup ho gayi… aankhon me ek halki si samajh ki chamak thi.
“Ji maaji…” unhone sirf itna kaha, lekin unke chehre se lag raha tha ki dadi ke shabdon ka matlab woh samaj gayi hai — dadi seedha Yash ki baat kar rahi thi.
Dadi apne kamre ki taraf chali gayi, par mummy ke mann me ab ek halka sa doubt zaroor jag gaya tha.
Next part ka liya story padte rahe or age janne ma liya bhi
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So gayi kya? Ya sharma gayi mujhse?"
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