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Characters Introduction
- Ayesha Khan (Heroine- Ammi)
- Umar: 42 saal, elegant aur curvaceous, traditionally beautiful with lambi kaali hair jo ghar ya bahar usually dupatte se cover karti hai.
- Personality: Bahut devout, soft-spoken, dutiful wife aur ammi, community mein respected. Arranged marriage ke baad life routine ho gayi thi, jismein uski sensuality repressed reh gayi hai.
- Shuru mein family ki moral anchor hai. Dheere dheere Rohan ke charisma aur physical dominance ke aage sumbit karti hai. Gehri guilt, religious shame feel karti hai, lekin pleasure itna addictive ho jaata hai.
- Aasani se blush kar jaati hai, moments of weakness mein prayers whisper karti hai, traditional attire mein sophisticated lagti hai (salwar kameez, sarees).
- Fahad Khan (Beta)
- Umar: 21 saal, college student, introverted, studious, thoda timid.
- Personality: Apne parents ko bahut pyar aur respect karta hai. Rohan usko bully karta hai, jisse uski humiliation hoti hai aur indirectly affair ko fuel milta hai.
- Shuru mein innocent victim hai. Baad mein suspicion, voyeuristic obsession, betrayal, anger aur conflicted arousal ke through evolve karta hai. baad mein uski apni growth ho sakti hai ya phir darker turn le sakta hai.
- Irfan Khan (Abbu)
- Umar: 48 saal, strict lekin loving, businessman jo kaam ke liye aksar travel karta hai.
- Personality: Traditional mindset, family ko achha provide karta hai lekin bedroom mein emotionally distant hai.
- Stability aur faith ka symbol hai. Uske absences opportunities create karte hain; jab usko shak hota hai toh major drama badhta hai.
- Rohan Sharma (Bully / Lover)
- Umar: 24 saal, lamba, muscular, athletic, charismatic with dangerous edge.
- Personality: Arrogant, dominant, power enjoy karta hai. Shuru mein class rivalry aur cultural teasing ki wajah se Fahad ko target karta hai. Ayesha ko seduce karna shuru mein conquest aur revenge tha, lekin dheere dheere genuine obsession ban jaata hai.
- Openly Religious (kabhi kabhi sacred thread pehenta hai), crude charm use karta hai, manipulation aur intense physicality mein skilled hai.
- Nadia (Choti Behan, 18): Curious aur observant ladki, agar secrets sense karti hai toh bahut tension add karti hai.
- Badi Ammi : Conservative elder jo paas rehti hai, community pressure ka major source hai.
Mumbai ka common area, evening ke 7:30 baje. Khan family ka 3BHK flat second floor pe tha, jahaan har roz ki routine chalta tha. Ayesha Khan, 42 saal ki, kitchen mein khadi thi. Usne light blue salwar kameez pehna hua tha, baal ek simple headscarf se dhake hue. Woh hamesha hi aise hi modest rehti thi — ghar ke bahar nikalte waqt toh aur bhi zyada careful.
“Fahad, beta, haath dhoke aaja. Khana garam hai,” Ayesha ne awaaz di, apni soft aur cultured voice mein.
Drawing room se Fahad ka jawab aaya, thoda thaka hua. “Haan Ammi, aa raha hoon.”
Fahad Khan, 21 saal ka, college ka second-year student. Slim build, specs, aur hamesha books mein dooba rehta. Padhai mein accha tha par confidence kam. College jaate hi uski zindagi ka sabse bada problem shuru ho jaata — Rohan Sharma.
Irfan Khan, 48 saal ke, drawing room ke sofa pe baithe newspaper padh rahe the. Businessman the, import-export ka chhota sa setup. Aksar travel karte rehte the. Aaj woh ghar pe the toh mood thoda relaxed tha.
“Sab theek hai na ghar mein?” Irfan ne poocha, newspaper se nazar uthate hue.
“Sab theek hai,” Ayesha ne muskurate hue kaha, par uski aankhon mein ek chhoti si thakaan thi. Arranged marriage ke baad se zindagi aisi hi chal rahi thi — stable, respectable, lekin kuch excitement nahi. Woh apne conservative family values ko bahut seriously leti thi. Ghar sambhalna, pati ki izzat rakhna, bete ko achhe se paalna — yeh uske liye sab kuch tha.
Dinner table pe teeno baithe. Ayesha ne roti, dal, aur sabzi serve ki. Nadia, 18 saal ki chhoti beti, college ki first year mein thi. Woh phone pe kuch dekh rahi thi.
“Amma, aaj college mein kya hua?” Nadia ne poocha.
Fahad ne fork se khelte hue sirf haath hilaya. “Kuch nahi. Normal din tha.”
Lekin asal mein din normal nahi tha.
College mein aaj bhi Rohan Sharma ne usko target kiya tha. Rohan, 24 saal ka, tall, muscular, gym jaane wala. College ka senior aur known bully. Hindu family se tha, aggressive nature ka. Fahad jaise quiet ladkon ko woh hamesha chhedta rehta.
“Abe Fahad, tere jaise logon ko toh ghar pe hi baithna chahiye. College kyun aata hai?” Rohan ne dopahar mein canteen mein push kiya tha, uske doston ke saamne. Sab hasse the. Fahad chup reh gaya tha, bas muh neeche karke chala gaya.
Ghar aakar bhi woh yeh baat kisi ko nahi bata raha tha. Ammi ko bataaye toh woh pareshan ho jaayegi. Abbu ko toh bilkul nahi.
Raat ko 9:30 baje doorbell baji.
Ayesha ne darwaza khola. Uske saamne Rohan khada tha — Fahad ke saath.
“Aunty, main Fahad ka senior hoon. Aaj college mein thodi si misunderstanding ho gayi thi. Maafi maangne aaya tha,” Rohan ne confidently kaha, uske lips pe ek smirk tha.
Ayesha ko pehli baar uski taraf dekhte hi kuch strange laga. Ladka lamba tha, shoulders broad, aur uski aankhein seedhe uske chehre pe. Bahut bold tareeke se.
“Andar aao beta,” Ayesha ne kaha, apni moral values ke hisaab se polite rehkar. “Fahad, apna senior aaya hai.”
Fahad ka chehra faika pad gaya. Woh samajh nahi paa raha tha Rohan yahaan kyun aaya hai.
Rohan andar aaya. Usne ghar ko dekha — simple furniture, family photos wall pe, aur kitchen se aati khushboo. Phir uski nazar Ayesha pe ruk gayi. Woh mature aurat thi, curvy figure, gori skin, aur woh traditional look. Headscarf ke neeche se kuch baal nikal rahe the. Rohan ko yeh sab bahut attractive laga.
“Baitho. Chai piyoge?” Ayesha ne poocha.
“Haan aunty, zaroor,” Rohan ne muskurate hue kaha, Fahad ki taraf dekhte hue ek chhoti si wink maari jo sirf usne dekhi.
Ayesha kitchen mein gayi. Jab woh chai ka tray lekar aayi, Rohan khade ho gaya help karne ke bahane. Uske haath se tray liya, lekin jaan-boojh kar uski ungliyon ko touch kiya — thoda zyada der tak.
Ayesha ko current sa laga. Usne jaldi se haath kheench liya.
“Shukriya aunty,” Rohan ne dheere se kaha, uski aankhein Ayesha ke chehre aur uske salwar kameez ke upar waale hisse pe ghum rahi thi.
Fahad sab dekh raha tha. Uske dil mein gussa aur dar dono tha. Yeh wohi ladka tha jo college mein usko humiliate karta tha, aur ab ghar pe aakar Ammi se baat kar raha tha.
Conversation normal chalta raha. Rohan ne Fahad se sorry bola (jo bilkul fake tha), lekin uski asli attention Ayesha pe thi. Woh usse poochta raha ke woh kya karti hai din bhar, ghar ka kaam, aur kabhi college functions mein jaati hai kya.
Ayesha ne politely jawab diye, par andar se uncomfortable feel kar rahi thi. Yeh ladka bahut alag tha — aggressive, confident, aur uski nazar mein kuch aisa tha jo usne apne conservative circle mein kabhi nahi dekha.
Rohan jaane se pehle ek baar phir Ayesha ki taraf dekha. “Aunty, aap bahut acchi hain. Fahad ko thoda confidence sikha dijiye. Main kabhi bhi help karne aa jaaunga.”
Door band hone ke baad Ayesha kitchen mein khadi rahi. Usne apna haath dekha jahaan Rohan ne touch kiya tha. Ek strange si warmth abhi bhi mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne socha — “Yeh kya soch rahi hoon main? Ghar ki aurat hoon, patni hoon, maa hoon. Aise sochna galat hai.”
Lekin dil ke ek chhote se kone mein, bahut chhoti si curiosity jag gayi thi.
Fahad apne room mein baitha tha. Usne darwaze ki darar se dekha tha ki Rohan Ammi ke saath kaise baat kar raha tha. Uske mann mein ek bechaini hone lagi thi. Kya yeh sirf maafi maangne aaya tha? Ya kuch aur?
Irfan ko kuch pata nahi tha. Woh TV dekh raha tha, soch raha tha ki kal subah ka flight hai.
Us raat Ayesha bed pe leti hui thi. Irfan already so chuke the. Uske dimag mein Rohan ki woh bold aankhein ghum rahi thi. Usne apne aap ko daanta — “Ayesha, yeh kya soch rahi hai tu? Apne family values ko yaad kar.”
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Supporting Family/Characters
- Ayesha Khan (Heroine- Ammi)
- Umar: 42 saal, elegant aur curvaceous, traditionally beautiful with lambi kaali hair jo ghar ya bahar usually dupatte se cover karti hai.
- Personality: Bahut devout, soft-spoken, dutiful wife aur ammi, community mein respected. Arranged marriage ke baad life routine ho gayi thi, jismein uski sensuality repressed reh gayi hai.
- Shuru mein family ki moral anchor hai. Dheere dheere Rohan ke charisma aur physical dominance ke aage sumbit karti hai. Gehri guilt, religious shame feel karti hai, lekin pleasure itna addictive ho jaata hai.
- Aasani se blush kar jaati hai, moments of weakness mein prayers whisper karti hai, traditional attire mein sophisticated lagti hai (salwar kameez, sarees).
- Fahad Khan (Beta)
- Umar: 21 saal, college student, introverted, studious, thoda timid.
- Personality: Apne parents ko bahut pyar aur respect karta hai. Rohan usko bully karta hai, jisse uski humiliation hoti hai aur indirectly affair ko fuel milta hai.
- Shuru mein innocent victim hai. Baad mein suspicion, voyeuristic obsession, betrayal, anger aur conflicted arousal ke through evolve karta hai. baad mein uski apni growth ho sakti hai ya phir darker turn le sakta hai.
- Irfan Khan (Abbu)
- Umar: 48 saal, strict lekin loving, businessman jo kaam ke liye aksar travel karta hai.
- Personality: Traditional mindset, family ko achha provide karta hai lekin bedroom mein emotionally distant hai.
- Stability aur faith ka symbol hai. Uske absences opportunities create karte hain; jab usko shak hota hai toh major drama badhta hai.
- Rohan Sharma (Bully / Lover)
- Umar: 24 saal, lamba, muscular, athletic, charismatic with dangerous edge.
- Personality: Arrogant, dominant, power enjoy karta hai. Shuru mein class rivalry aur cultural teasing ki wajah se Fahad ko target karta hai. Ayesha ko seduce karna shuru mein conquest aur revenge tha, lekin dheere dheere genuine obsession ban jaata hai.
- Openly Religious (kabhi kabhi sacred thread pehenta hai), crude charm use karta hai, manipulation aur intense physicality mein skilled hai.
- Nadia (Choti Behan, 18): Curious aur observant ladki, agar secrets sense karti hai toh bahut tension add karti hai.
- Badi Ammi : Conservative elder jo paas rehti hai, community pressure ka major source hai.
Mumbai ka common area, evening ke 7:30 baje. Khan family ka 3BHK flat second floor pe tha, jahaan har roz ki routine chalta tha. Ayesha Khan, 42 saal ki, kitchen mein khadi thi. Usne light blue salwar kameez pehna hua tha, baal ek simple headscarf se dhake hue. Woh hamesha hi aise hi modest rehti thi — ghar ke bahar nikalte waqt toh aur bhi zyada careful.
“Fahad, beta, haath dhoke aaja. Khana garam hai,” Ayesha ne awaaz di, apni soft aur cultured voice mein.
Drawing room se Fahad ka jawab aaya, thoda thaka hua. “Haan Ammi, aa raha hoon.”
Fahad Khan, 21 saal ka, college ka second-year student. Slim build, specs, aur hamesha books mein dooba rehta. Padhai mein accha tha par confidence kam. College jaate hi uski zindagi ka sabse bada problem shuru ho jaata — Rohan Sharma.
Irfan Khan, 48 saal ke, drawing room ke sofa pe baithe newspaper padh rahe the. Businessman the, import-export ka chhota sa setup. Aksar travel karte rehte the. Aaj woh ghar pe the toh mood thoda relaxed tha.
“Sab theek hai na ghar mein?” Irfan ne poocha, newspaper se nazar uthate hue.
“Sab theek hai,” Ayesha ne muskurate hue kaha, par uski aankhon mein ek chhoti si thakaan thi. Arranged marriage ke baad se zindagi aisi hi chal rahi thi — stable, respectable, lekin kuch excitement nahi. Woh apne conservative family values ko bahut seriously leti thi. Ghar sambhalna, pati ki izzat rakhna, bete ko achhe se paalna — yeh uske liye sab kuch tha.
Dinner table pe teeno baithe. Ayesha ne roti, dal, aur sabzi serve ki. Nadia, 18 saal ki chhoti beti, college ki first year mein thi. Woh phone pe kuch dekh rahi thi.
“Amma, aaj college mein kya hua?” Nadia ne poocha.
Fahad ne fork se khelte hue sirf haath hilaya. “Kuch nahi. Normal din tha.”
Lekin asal mein din normal nahi tha.
College mein aaj bhi Rohan Sharma ne usko target kiya tha. Rohan, 24 saal ka, tall, muscular, gym jaane wala. College ka senior aur known bully. Hindu family se tha, aggressive nature ka. Fahad jaise quiet ladkon ko woh hamesha chhedta rehta.
“Abe Fahad, tere jaise logon ko toh ghar pe hi baithna chahiye. College kyun aata hai?” Rohan ne dopahar mein canteen mein push kiya tha, uske doston ke saamne. Sab hasse the. Fahad chup reh gaya tha, bas muh neeche karke chala gaya.
Ghar aakar bhi woh yeh baat kisi ko nahi bata raha tha. Ammi ko bataaye toh woh pareshan ho jaayegi. Abbu ko toh bilkul nahi.
Raat ko 9:30 baje doorbell baji.
Ayesha ne darwaza khola. Uske saamne Rohan khada tha — Fahad ke saath.
“Aunty, main Fahad ka senior hoon. Aaj college mein thodi si misunderstanding ho gayi thi. Maafi maangne aaya tha,” Rohan ne confidently kaha, uske lips pe ek smirk tha.
Ayesha ko pehli baar uski taraf dekhte hi kuch strange laga. Ladka lamba tha, shoulders broad, aur uski aankhein seedhe uske chehre pe. Bahut bold tareeke se.
“Andar aao beta,” Ayesha ne kaha, apni moral values ke hisaab se polite rehkar. “Fahad, apna senior aaya hai.”
Fahad ka chehra faika pad gaya. Woh samajh nahi paa raha tha Rohan yahaan kyun aaya hai.
Rohan andar aaya. Usne ghar ko dekha — simple furniture, family photos wall pe, aur kitchen se aati khushboo. Phir uski nazar Ayesha pe ruk gayi. Woh mature aurat thi, curvy figure, gori skin, aur woh traditional look. Headscarf ke neeche se kuch baal nikal rahe the. Rohan ko yeh sab bahut attractive laga.
“Baitho. Chai piyoge?” Ayesha ne poocha.
“Haan aunty, zaroor,” Rohan ne muskurate hue kaha, Fahad ki taraf dekhte hue ek chhoti si wink maari jo sirf usne dekhi.
Ayesha kitchen mein gayi. Jab woh chai ka tray lekar aayi, Rohan khade ho gaya help karne ke bahane. Uske haath se tray liya, lekin jaan-boojh kar uski ungliyon ko touch kiya — thoda zyada der tak.
Ayesha ko current sa laga. Usne jaldi se haath kheench liya.
“Shukriya aunty,” Rohan ne dheere se kaha, uski aankhein Ayesha ke chehre aur uske salwar kameez ke upar waale hisse pe ghum rahi thi.
Fahad sab dekh raha tha. Uske dil mein gussa aur dar dono tha. Yeh wohi ladka tha jo college mein usko humiliate karta tha, aur ab ghar pe aakar Ammi se baat kar raha tha.
Conversation normal chalta raha. Rohan ne Fahad se sorry bola (jo bilkul fake tha), lekin uski asli attention Ayesha pe thi. Woh usse poochta raha ke woh kya karti hai din bhar, ghar ka kaam, aur kabhi college functions mein jaati hai kya.
Ayesha ne politely jawab diye, par andar se uncomfortable feel kar rahi thi. Yeh ladka bahut alag tha — aggressive, confident, aur uski nazar mein kuch aisa tha jo usne apne conservative circle mein kabhi nahi dekha.
Rohan jaane se pehle ek baar phir Ayesha ki taraf dekha. “Aunty, aap bahut acchi hain. Fahad ko thoda confidence sikha dijiye. Main kabhi bhi help karne aa jaaunga.”
Door band hone ke baad Ayesha kitchen mein khadi rahi. Usne apna haath dekha jahaan Rohan ne touch kiya tha. Ek strange si warmth abhi bhi mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne socha — “Yeh kya soch rahi hoon main? Ghar ki aurat hoon, patni hoon, maa hoon. Aise sochna galat hai.”
Lekin dil ke ek chhote se kone mein, bahut chhoti si curiosity jag gayi thi.
Fahad apne room mein baitha tha. Usne darwaze ki darar se dekha tha ki Rohan Ammi ke saath kaise baat kar raha tha. Uske mann mein ek bechaini hone lagi thi. Kya yeh sirf maafi maangne aaya tha? Ya kuch aur?
Irfan ko kuch pata nahi tha. Woh TV dekh raha tha, soch raha tha ki kal subah ka flight hai.
Us raat Ayesha bed pe leti hui thi. Irfan already so chuke the. Uske dimag mein Rohan ki woh bold aankhein ghum rahi thi. Usne apne aap ko daanta — “Ayesha, yeh kya soch rahi hai tu? Apne family values ko yaad kar.”
Lekin neend nahi aa rahi thi
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Agla din subah ka. Irfan suitcase pack kar rahe the. Unka flight dopahar mein tha — ek 4 din ka business trip Pune aur Aurangabad ke beech. Ayesha unke kapde fold kar rahi thi, apne usual calm tareeke se.
“Ghar ka khayal rakhna. Fahad ko zyada mat pareshan hone dena,” Irfan ne kaha, routine se.
“Ji, aap tension mat lijiye,” Ayesha ne muskurate hue jawab diya.
Par uske dimag mein kal raat ki baat thodi si chal rahi thi. Woh bold ladka... Rohan. Usne apne aap ko daanta tha ki aisi soch bilkul galat hai. Woh ek conservative family ki aurat thi — patni, maa, ghar ki zimmedari uske upar thi.
Fahad college ke liye ready ho raha tha. Usne Ammi ko dekha aur kal raat ki yaad aayi. Rohan ka woh smirk, Ammi ke saath baat karte waqt ki woh uncomfortable si smile. Usne socha ki shayad overthinking kar raha hai. College mein aaj bhi Rohan se bachne ki koshish karega.
Dopahar ke around 2 baje, Irfan ghar se nikal chuke the. Ghar mein sirf Ayesha, Fahad aur Nadia the. Nadia college gayi hui thi. Fahad bhi college se laut aaya tha, thoda jaldi, kyunki aaj koi important class nahi thi.
Bell baji.
Ayesha ne darwaza khola. Uske saamne phir se Rohan khada tha — akela.
“Aunty, sorry disturb kar raha hoon. Kal maafi maangne aaya tha lekin socha aaj bhi mil loon. Fahad se baat karni hai,” Rohan ne confidently kaha. Uske chehre pe wohi dangerous smirk tha.
Ayesha thodi si hesitate hui. Irfan ghar pe nahi the. Lekin usne socha ki ghar ka darwaza band karna moral values ke khilaaf hai. “Andar aao. Fahad ghar pe hi hai.”
Rohan andar aaya. Aaj woh casual T-shirt aur jeans mein tha, jismein uski muscular body zyada dikhti thi. Usne ghar ko phir se dekha, phir seedhe Ayesha ki taraf nazar daali.
Ayesha ne aaj bhi simple cream colored salwar kameez pehna hua tha, headscarf se baal cover kiye hue.
“Fahad! Tumhara senior aaya hai,” Ayesha ne awaaz di.
Fahad apne room se bahar aaya aur Rohan ko dekhkar ruk gaya. Uske chehre ka rang ud gaya. “Tum yahaan kyun aaye ho?”
“Arre relax yaar. Kal jo hua uske liye sorry. Aur haan, aunty se bhi milne ka mann tha,” Rohan ne Fahad ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, lekin uski aankhein Ayesha pe thi.
Ayesha ne kuch feel kiya — wohi strange warmth kal wali. Usne jaldi se kaha, “Chai piyoge?”
“Haan aunty, bahut thak gaya hoon aate-aate,” Rohan ne muskurate hue kaha.
Ayesha kitchen mein chali gayi. Rohan living room mein baith gaya, Fahad ko side mein baithne ka ishara kiya. Fahad baitha toh Rohan dheere se bola, “Teri Ammi bahut acchi hai re. Kitni caring hai.”
Fahad ne kuch nahi kaha. Uske dil mein gussa ubal raha tha.
Kitchen se Ayesha chai ka tray lekar aayi. Aaj Rohan khada hua aur tray lene ke bahane uske bilkul paas aa gaya. Usne tray pakdi, lekin uske fingers ko dheere se Ayesha ki ungliyon pe rakha. Is baar touch zyada der tak tha. Ayesha ko mehsoos hua ki uska haath garam hai aur strong.
“Shukriya aunty,” Rohan ne dheere se kaha, uski aankhein Ayesha ke chehre pe, phir uske neck aur salwar kameez ke upar waale part pe ghum rahi thi.
Ayesha ne jaldi se haath chhuda liya. Uske dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi thi. “Beta, baitho. Main... main kuch snacks laati hoon.”
Woh wapas kitchen mein chali gayi. Andar jaakar usne apna haath pakad liya jahaan Rohan ne touch kiya tha. “Yeh ladka kya chahta hai? Sirf maafi? Ya kuch aur?” Uske conservative upbringing usko daant rahi thi. Aise anjaan mard ke saath akele ghar mein baat karna bhi theek nahi tha.
Rohan ne Fahad se kuch baatein ki, lekin uski asli focus Ayesha pe tha. Jab Ayesha snacks lekar aayi, Rohan ne usse normal sawal puche — “Aunty, aap din bhar kya karti hain? Ghar sambhalna bahut tough hota hoga na?”
Ayesha ne politely jawab diye, lekin uski awaaz thodi kamp rahi thi. Rohan ka tareeka bahut bold tha. Woh baat karte waqt uski taraf jhuk kar baat karta, aankhein seedhe uske chehre pe rakhta.
Fahad sab notice kar raha tha. Usne dekha ki Rohan Ammi ko kaise ghoor raha hai. Uske mann mein ek bechaini hone lagi. College ka bully ab ghar pe bhi aa raha tha. Aur Ammi... Ammi normal se zyada polite lag rahi thi.
Rohan 25 minute tak baitha raha. Jaate waqt usne Ayesha se kaha, “Aunty, agar kabhi koi problem ho toh mujhe bata dena. Main Fahad ka senior hoon, help karunga.”
Door band hone ke baad Ayesha sofa pe baith gayi. Usne apne haathon ko dekha. Woh touch abhi bhi mehsoos ho raha tha. Usne socha, “Yeh galat hai Ayesha. Tu ek parivaar ki aurat hai. Aise sochna bilkul galat hai.” Par dil ke andar ek chhoti si curiosity abhi bhi thi — woh ladka kitna confident tha, kitna alag tha uske routine life se.
Fahad apne room mein gaya. Usne darwaze ki darar se dekha tha ki Rohan Ammi ke paas kitna close khada tha. Uske dil mein gussa aur ek ajeeb si bechaini thi. Kya yeh sirf coincidence tha? Ya kuch aur shuru ho raha tha?
Shaam ko Nadia ghar aayi. Sab normal dinner hua. Ayesha ne sabko khana serve kiya, par uska dimag kahin aur tha. Irfan ka phone aaya — unhone bataya ki safely pahunch gaye hain.
Us raat Ayesha bed pe leti hui thi. Akeli thi kyunki Irfan trip pe the. Uske dimag mein Rohan ki woh bold aankhein aur strong touch ghum rahe the. Usne apne aap ko rokne ki koshish ki, lekin neend der se aayi.
“Ghar ka khayal rakhna. Fahad ko zyada mat pareshan hone dena,” Irfan ne kaha, routine se.
“Ji, aap tension mat lijiye,” Ayesha ne muskurate hue jawab diya.
Par uske dimag mein kal raat ki baat thodi si chal rahi thi. Woh bold ladka... Rohan. Usne apne aap ko daanta tha ki aisi soch bilkul galat hai. Woh ek conservative family ki aurat thi — patni, maa, ghar ki zimmedari uske upar thi.
Fahad college ke liye ready ho raha tha. Usne Ammi ko dekha aur kal raat ki yaad aayi. Rohan ka woh smirk, Ammi ke saath baat karte waqt ki woh uncomfortable si smile. Usne socha ki shayad overthinking kar raha hai. College mein aaj bhi Rohan se bachne ki koshish karega.
Dopahar ke around 2 baje, Irfan ghar se nikal chuke the. Ghar mein sirf Ayesha, Fahad aur Nadia the. Nadia college gayi hui thi. Fahad bhi college se laut aaya tha, thoda jaldi, kyunki aaj koi important class nahi thi.
Bell baji.
Ayesha ne darwaza khola. Uske saamne phir se Rohan khada tha — akela.
“Aunty, sorry disturb kar raha hoon. Kal maafi maangne aaya tha lekin socha aaj bhi mil loon. Fahad se baat karni hai,” Rohan ne confidently kaha. Uske chehre pe wohi dangerous smirk tha.
Ayesha thodi si hesitate hui. Irfan ghar pe nahi the. Lekin usne socha ki ghar ka darwaza band karna moral values ke khilaaf hai. “Andar aao. Fahad ghar pe hi hai.”
Rohan andar aaya. Aaj woh casual T-shirt aur jeans mein tha, jismein uski muscular body zyada dikhti thi. Usne ghar ko phir se dekha, phir seedhe Ayesha ki taraf nazar daali.
Ayesha ne aaj bhi simple cream colored salwar kameez pehna hua tha, headscarf se baal cover kiye hue.
“Fahad! Tumhara senior aaya hai,” Ayesha ne awaaz di.
Fahad apne room se bahar aaya aur Rohan ko dekhkar ruk gaya. Uske chehre ka rang ud gaya. “Tum yahaan kyun aaye ho?”
“Arre relax yaar. Kal jo hua uske liye sorry. Aur haan, aunty se bhi milne ka mann tha,” Rohan ne Fahad ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, lekin uski aankhein Ayesha pe thi.
Ayesha ne kuch feel kiya — wohi strange warmth kal wali. Usne jaldi se kaha, “Chai piyoge?”
“Haan aunty, bahut thak gaya hoon aate-aate,” Rohan ne muskurate hue kaha.
Ayesha kitchen mein chali gayi. Rohan living room mein baith gaya, Fahad ko side mein baithne ka ishara kiya. Fahad baitha toh Rohan dheere se bola, “Teri Ammi bahut acchi hai re. Kitni caring hai.”
Fahad ne kuch nahi kaha. Uske dil mein gussa ubal raha tha.
Kitchen se Ayesha chai ka tray lekar aayi. Aaj Rohan khada hua aur tray lene ke bahane uske bilkul paas aa gaya. Usne tray pakdi, lekin uske fingers ko dheere se Ayesha ki ungliyon pe rakha. Is baar touch zyada der tak tha. Ayesha ko mehsoos hua ki uska haath garam hai aur strong.
“Shukriya aunty,” Rohan ne dheere se kaha, uski aankhein Ayesha ke chehre pe, phir uske neck aur salwar kameez ke upar waale part pe ghum rahi thi.
Ayesha ne jaldi se haath chhuda liya. Uske dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi thi. “Beta, baitho. Main... main kuch snacks laati hoon.”
Woh wapas kitchen mein chali gayi. Andar jaakar usne apna haath pakad liya jahaan Rohan ne touch kiya tha. “Yeh ladka kya chahta hai? Sirf maafi? Ya kuch aur?” Uske conservative upbringing usko daant rahi thi. Aise anjaan mard ke saath akele ghar mein baat karna bhi theek nahi tha.
Rohan ne Fahad se kuch baatein ki, lekin uski asli focus Ayesha pe tha. Jab Ayesha snacks lekar aayi, Rohan ne usse normal sawal puche — “Aunty, aap din bhar kya karti hain? Ghar sambhalna bahut tough hota hoga na?”
Ayesha ne politely jawab diye, lekin uski awaaz thodi kamp rahi thi. Rohan ka tareeka bahut bold tha. Woh baat karte waqt uski taraf jhuk kar baat karta, aankhein seedhe uske chehre pe rakhta.
Fahad sab notice kar raha tha. Usne dekha ki Rohan Ammi ko kaise ghoor raha hai. Uske mann mein ek bechaini hone lagi. College ka bully ab ghar pe bhi aa raha tha. Aur Ammi... Ammi normal se zyada polite lag rahi thi.
Rohan 25 minute tak baitha raha. Jaate waqt usne Ayesha se kaha, “Aunty, agar kabhi koi problem ho toh mujhe bata dena. Main Fahad ka senior hoon, help karunga.”
Door band hone ke baad Ayesha sofa pe baith gayi. Usne apne haathon ko dekha. Woh touch abhi bhi mehsoos ho raha tha. Usne socha, “Yeh galat hai Ayesha. Tu ek parivaar ki aurat hai. Aise sochna bilkul galat hai.” Par dil ke andar ek chhoti si curiosity abhi bhi thi — woh ladka kitna confident tha, kitna alag tha uske routine life se.
Fahad apne room mein gaya. Usne darwaze ki darar se dekha tha ki Rohan Ammi ke paas kitna close khada tha. Uske dil mein gussa aur ek ajeeb si bechaini thi. Kya yeh sirf coincidence tha? Ya kuch aur shuru ho raha tha?
Shaam ko Nadia ghar aayi. Sab normal dinner hua. Ayesha ne sabko khana serve kiya, par uska dimag kahin aur tha. Irfan ka phone aaya — unhone bataya ki safely pahunch gaye hain.
Us raat Ayesha bed pe leti hui thi. Akeli thi kyunki Irfan trip pe the. Uske dimag mein Rohan ki woh bold aankhein aur strong touch ghum rahe the. Usne apne aap ko rokne ki koshish ki, lekin neend der se aayi.
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Teesra din. Subah ka time. Ayesha kitchen mein nashta bana rahi thi — paratha aur chai. Nadia jaldi college chali gayi thi. Ghar mein ab sirf Ayesha aur Fahad the, kyunki Irfan abhi bhi trip pe tha.
Ayesha ne apne aap ko busy rakha tha. Kal raat Rohan ke touch ki yaad abhi bhi thodi si baaki thi. Woh soch rahi thi ki yeh sab kuch galat hai. Woh ek responsible maa aur patni thi, conservative family values ke saath badi hui. Aise sochna uske liye bilkul acceptable nahi tha.
“Fahad beta, nashta kar le jaldi. College late na ho jaaye,” Ayesha ne soft voice mein kaha.
Fahad table pe baitha tha, par uska mood kharab tha. Kal raat se uske dimag mein Rohan ki images chal rahi thi — woh Ammi ke paas kitna close khada tha, uski aankhein kaise ghoom rahi thi. Fahad ne chup rehkar nashta kiya aur college ke liye nikal gaya.
College pahunchte hi uska sabse bada darr sach ho gaya.
Rohan Sharma canteen ke bahar khada tha apne doston ke saath. Jaise hi Fahad andar gaya, Rohan ne usko dekha aur zor se hasa.
“Abe Fahad! Kal ghar pe toh teri Ammi ne bahut accha welcome kiya tha. Chai aur snacks bahut tasty the aur NAMKEEN,” Rohan ne loudly kaha, uske doston ke saamne.
Fahad ka chehra laal ho gaya. Kuch students idhar-udhar dekhne lage. Rohan ne aage badhkar Fahad ke shoulder pe haath rakha — pressure ke saath.
“Relax kar yaar. Main toh bas thanks kehne aaya tha. Teri Ammi bahut caring hai. Tu lucky hai,” Rohan ne muskurate hue kaha, lekin uski aankhon mein wohi dangerous chamak thi.
Fahad ne haath jhatka diya aur class ki taraf chal diya. Poora din uske dil mein gussa aur bechaini rahi. Rohan ne class ke beech mein bhi ek baar usko taang diya — “Fahad, ghar pe message dena teri ammi ko. Main kabhi bhi milne aa sakta hoon.”
Shaam ko Fahad ghar laut aaya, thaka hua aur pareshan. Ayesha ne darwaza khola. Usne apne bete ka chehra dekha aur samajh gayi ki kuch galat hai.
“Kya hua beta? College mein sab theek hai na?” Ayesha ne poocha, uski awaaz mein maa wali chinta thi.
Fahad ne jhooth bola, “Haan Ammi, sab theek hai.” Woh apne room mein chala gaya. Ammi ko bataane ka mann nahi tha ki wohi ladka jo ghar aa raha tha, college mein usko roz humiliate kar raha tha.
Around 6:30 baje doorbell phir baji.
Ayesha ka dil thoda sa dhadka. Woh darwaze pe gayi. Rohan wapas aa gaya tha.
“Aunty, sorry phir se disturb kar raha hoon. Fahad se milne aaya tha. Kal college mein thodi si baat hui thi, usko clear karna tha,” Rohan ne kaha, uske lips pe woh confident smile.
Ayesha hesitate hui. Irfan ghar pe nahi the. Lekin usne socha ki ghar se kisi ko door karna theek nahi. “Andar aao.”
Rohan andar aaya. Aaj woh black T-shirt mein tha jo uski broad chest aur arms ko achhe se highlight kar raha tha.
Usne seedhe Ayesha ko dekha — uske cream salwar kameez ko, uske covered baalon ko, aur uske mature curvy figure ko.
“Fahad! Tumhara senior phir aaya hai,” Ayesha ne awaaz di.
Fahad room se bahar aaya aur Rohan ko dekhkar ruk gaya. Usne Ammi ki taraf dekha — Ayesha thodi si uncomfortable lag rahi thi lekin phir bhi polite thi.
Rohan ne Fahad se baat ki, lekin uski asli attention Ayesha pe thi. “Aunty, aaj thoda busy lag rahi ho. Kya help chahiye ghar ka kaam mein?”
Ayesha ne muskurate hue mana kiya, “Nahi beta, sab theek hai.”
Lekin Rohan ne mauka banaya. Jab Ayesha kitchen mein kuch laane gayi, Rohan bhi wahan chala gaya, Fahad ko drawing room mein chhodkar.
“Aunty, yeh plate main utha loon?” Rohan ne kaha aur Ayesha ke bilkul paas aa gaya. Usne plate pakdi, lekin is baar uska haath Ayesha ki kamar pe halka sa lag gaya — jaise accident ho.
Ayesha ka body stiff ho gaya. Woh peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin kitchen chhota tha. Rohan ka strong body uske itna close tha ki usko uski body heat mehsoos ho rahi thi.
“Rohan beta... yeh... theek nahi,” Ayesha ne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz kamp rahi thi.
Rohan ne dheere se muskurate hue kaha, “Sorry aunty. Bas help kar raha tha. Aap bahut acchi lagti ho aise traditional dress mein.”
Usne plate rakhi aur ek second ke liye Ayesha ki taraf dekha — seedhi aankhon mein. Phir woh wapas drawing room chala gaya jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
Ayesha kitchen mein khadi rahi. Uske haathon mein kampan thi. Usne apne moral values ko yaad kiya — family ki izzat, pati ki loyalty, bete ke saamne sab kuch normal rakhna. Lekin uske dil mein ek chhoti si aag ab jal rahi thi, jo usko dar bhi raha thi aur curious bhi kar rahi thi.
Fahad ne kitchen ki taraf dekha tha. Woh pura scene nahi dekh paya tha, lekin Ammi ka chehra laal tha aur Rohan bahut close tha. Uske mann mein gussa aur ek ajeeb si bechaini badh rahi thi.
Rohan thodi der baad chala gaya. Jaate waqt usne Ayesha se kaha, “Aunty, agar Fahad ko koi problem ho toh mujhe call kar dena. Main hamesha help ke liye ready hoon.”
Door band hone ke baad Ayesha sofa pe baith gayi. Usne apni kamar ko chhua jahaan Rohan ka haath laga tha. Woh soch rahi thi — “Yeh ladka itna bold kyun hai? Aur main usko rok kyun nahi paa rahi?”
Fahad apne room mein baitha tha, soch raha tha ki ab kya karna chahiye. Ammi ko bataaye? Abbu ko phone kare? Ya chup rahe?
Shaam ka dinner normal tha, lekin ghar ke andar ek naya tension failne laga tha.
Ayesha ne apne aap ko busy rakha tha. Kal raat Rohan ke touch ki yaad abhi bhi thodi si baaki thi. Woh soch rahi thi ki yeh sab kuch galat hai. Woh ek responsible maa aur patni thi, conservative family values ke saath badi hui. Aise sochna uske liye bilkul acceptable nahi tha.
“Fahad beta, nashta kar le jaldi. College late na ho jaaye,” Ayesha ne soft voice mein kaha.
Fahad table pe baitha tha, par uska mood kharab tha. Kal raat se uske dimag mein Rohan ki images chal rahi thi — woh Ammi ke paas kitna close khada tha, uski aankhein kaise ghoom rahi thi. Fahad ne chup rehkar nashta kiya aur college ke liye nikal gaya.
College pahunchte hi uska sabse bada darr sach ho gaya.
Rohan Sharma canteen ke bahar khada tha apne doston ke saath. Jaise hi Fahad andar gaya, Rohan ne usko dekha aur zor se hasa.
“Abe Fahad! Kal ghar pe toh teri Ammi ne bahut accha welcome kiya tha. Chai aur snacks bahut tasty the aur NAMKEEN,” Rohan ne loudly kaha, uske doston ke saamne.
Fahad ka chehra laal ho gaya. Kuch students idhar-udhar dekhne lage. Rohan ne aage badhkar Fahad ke shoulder pe haath rakha — pressure ke saath.
“Relax kar yaar. Main toh bas thanks kehne aaya tha. Teri Ammi bahut caring hai. Tu lucky hai,” Rohan ne muskurate hue kaha, lekin uski aankhon mein wohi dangerous chamak thi.
Fahad ne haath jhatka diya aur class ki taraf chal diya. Poora din uske dil mein gussa aur bechaini rahi. Rohan ne class ke beech mein bhi ek baar usko taang diya — “Fahad, ghar pe message dena teri ammi ko. Main kabhi bhi milne aa sakta hoon.”
Shaam ko Fahad ghar laut aaya, thaka hua aur pareshan. Ayesha ne darwaza khola. Usne apne bete ka chehra dekha aur samajh gayi ki kuch galat hai.
“Kya hua beta? College mein sab theek hai na?” Ayesha ne poocha, uski awaaz mein maa wali chinta thi.
Fahad ne jhooth bola, “Haan Ammi, sab theek hai.” Woh apne room mein chala gaya. Ammi ko bataane ka mann nahi tha ki wohi ladka jo ghar aa raha tha, college mein usko roz humiliate kar raha tha.
Around 6:30 baje doorbell phir baji.
Ayesha ka dil thoda sa dhadka. Woh darwaze pe gayi. Rohan wapas aa gaya tha.
“Aunty, sorry phir se disturb kar raha hoon. Fahad se milne aaya tha. Kal college mein thodi si baat hui thi, usko clear karna tha,” Rohan ne kaha, uske lips pe woh confident smile.
Ayesha hesitate hui. Irfan ghar pe nahi the. Lekin usne socha ki ghar se kisi ko door karna theek nahi. “Andar aao.”
Rohan andar aaya. Aaj woh black T-shirt mein tha jo uski broad chest aur arms ko achhe se highlight kar raha tha.
Usne seedhe Ayesha ko dekha — uske cream salwar kameez ko, uske covered baalon ko, aur uske mature curvy figure ko.
“Fahad! Tumhara senior phir aaya hai,” Ayesha ne awaaz di.
Fahad room se bahar aaya aur Rohan ko dekhkar ruk gaya. Usne Ammi ki taraf dekha — Ayesha thodi si uncomfortable lag rahi thi lekin phir bhi polite thi.
Rohan ne Fahad se baat ki, lekin uski asli attention Ayesha pe thi. “Aunty, aaj thoda busy lag rahi ho. Kya help chahiye ghar ka kaam mein?”
Ayesha ne muskurate hue mana kiya, “Nahi beta, sab theek hai.”
Lekin Rohan ne mauka banaya. Jab Ayesha kitchen mein kuch laane gayi, Rohan bhi wahan chala gaya, Fahad ko drawing room mein chhodkar.
“Aunty, yeh plate main utha loon?” Rohan ne kaha aur Ayesha ke bilkul paas aa gaya. Usne plate pakdi, lekin is baar uska haath Ayesha ki kamar pe halka sa lag gaya — jaise accident ho.
Ayesha ka body stiff ho gaya. Woh peeche hatne ki koshish ki, lekin kitchen chhota tha. Rohan ka strong body uske itna close tha ki usko uski body heat mehsoos ho rahi thi.
“Rohan beta... yeh... theek nahi,” Ayesha ne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz kamp rahi thi.
Rohan ne dheere se muskurate hue kaha, “Sorry aunty. Bas help kar raha tha. Aap bahut acchi lagti ho aise traditional dress mein.”
Usne plate rakhi aur ek second ke liye Ayesha ki taraf dekha — seedhi aankhon mein. Phir woh wapas drawing room chala gaya jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
Ayesha kitchen mein khadi rahi. Uske haathon mein kampan thi. Usne apne moral values ko yaad kiya — family ki izzat, pati ki loyalty, bete ke saamne sab kuch normal rakhna. Lekin uske dil mein ek chhoti si aag ab jal rahi thi, jo usko dar bhi raha thi aur curious bhi kar rahi thi.
Fahad ne kitchen ki taraf dekha tha. Woh pura scene nahi dekh paya tha, lekin Ammi ka chehra laal tha aur Rohan bahut close tha. Uske mann mein gussa aur ek ajeeb si bechaini badh rahi thi.
Rohan thodi der baad chala gaya. Jaate waqt usne Ayesha se kaha, “Aunty, agar Fahad ko koi problem ho toh mujhe call kar dena. Main hamesha help ke liye ready hoon.”
Door band hone ke baad Ayesha sofa pe baith gayi. Usne apni kamar ko chhua jahaan Rohan ka haath laga tha. Woh soch rahi thi — “Yeh ladka itna bold kyun hai? Aur main usko rok kyun nahi paa rahi?”
Fahad apne room mein baitha tha, soch raha tha ki ab kya karna chahiye. Ammi ko bataaye? Abbu ko phone kare? Ya chup rahe?
Shaam ka dinner normal tha, lekin ghar ke andar ek naya tension failne laga tha.
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Shaam ke 8 baje. Ghar mein lights dim thi. Nadia apne room mein padh rahi thi. Fahad drawing room ke sofa pe baitha tha, book khuli hui thi lekin uska dhyan kahin aur tha. Ayesha kitchen mein dinner ke baaki kaam kar rahi thi. Irfan ka trip abhi do din aur tha.
Ayesha ne apne aap ko busy rakha tha taaki uske dimag mein ghumti hui baatein na aaye. Rohan ki woh bold aankhein, uska strong touch... har baar woh sochti thi ki yeh sab galat hai. Woh ek traditional ghar ki aurat thi — pati ki izzat, bacchon ka khayal rakhna, sab kuch perfect rakhna uske liye sabse badi zimmedari thi.
Bell baji.
Ayesha ka dil thoda sa tez dhadka. Woh darwaze pe gayi. Jaise hi darwaza khula, Rohan wahan khada tha. Is baar uske haath mein ek chhota sa packet tha.
“Aunty, sorry itni late aa gaya. College se kuch important notes laaya tha Fahad ke liye,” Rohan ne kaha, uski awaaz mein wohi confidence tha.
Ayesha ne andar aane diya. “Fahad, tumhara senior aaya hai phir se.”
Fahad ne upar se dekha aur andar aa gaya. Usne Rohan ko dekha toh uska muh ban gaya. “Ab kya chahiye?”
“Arre notes laaya hoon yaar. Baith ke de deta hoon,” Rohan ne casually kaha.
Rohan drawing room mein baith gaya. Ayesha ne usko paani offer kiya. Jab woh glass de rahi thi, Rohan ne jaan-boojh kar uski ungliyon ko touch kiya
aur dheere se kaha, “Aunty, aap thak gayi lag rahi ho. Din bhar ghar sambhalti ho na?”
Ayesha ne haath jaldi se kheench liya. “Main theek hoon beta.”
Rohan ne Fahad ko notes diye, lekin baat-cheet mein woh baar-baar Ayesha ki taraf dekhta raha. Fahad ne notice kiya ki Rohan Ammi ko kaise ghoor raha tha. Usne kuch nahi kaha, bas chup baitha raha.
Thodi der baad Nadia room se bahar aayi aur apne dost ke ghar chali gayi — kuch group project ke liye. Ghar mein ab sirf teeno the — Ayesha, Fahad aur Rohan.
Raat ke 9:15 baje Rohan uthne ki bajaye aur comfortable ho gaya. “Aunty, thoda time hai kya? Fahad se baat karni hai.”
Fahad ne bahana banaya ki woh thoda padhna hai aur apne room mein chala gaya. Lekin darwaza poora band nahi kiya. Woh hallway mein chupke se khada ho gaya aur dekhne laga.
Ayesha kitchen mein kuch samet rahi thi. Rohan wahan pahunch gaya. “Aunty, main help karun?”
Usne Ayesha ke bilkul paas khade hokar ek plate uthayi. Is baar uska haath Ayesha ki kamar pe dheere se laga — nahin hataya. Halka sa pressure diya.
Ayesha ka saans ruk sa gaya. “Rohan... beta... yeh kya kar rahe ho?”
Rohan ne dheere se, whispered tone mein kaha, “Aunty, aap bahut beautiful ho. Itni traditional aur caring... pehli baar dekha hai aisa bohot hi khoobsorat ho aap.”
Usne haath ko thoda aur slide kiya, kamar ke curve pe. Ayesha ka body kaanp raha tha. Usne peeche hatne ki koshish ki lekin kitchen counter pe atak gayi. Rohan ka muscular body uske saamne tha, uski warmth mehsoos ho rahi thi.
“Aisa mat bolo... main... main maa hoon, patni hoon,” Ayesha ne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mein moral conflict saaf tha. Par uske andar ek chhoti si thrill bhi thi jo usko dar rahi thi.
Rohan ne muskurate hue kaha, “Pata hai aunty. Bas ek compliment de raha tha. Aap itni tight mat ho jaiye.”
Usne haath ko ek second aur rakha, phir dheere se hataya. Ayesha turant door hat gayi. Uske cheeks laal ho gaye the.
Fahad hallway ki darar se yeh sab dekh raha tha. Uske dil mein ek tez chubhan hui. Ammi aur Rohan itne close... woh touch... usne apna muh band kiya aur chupke se apne room mein chala gaya. Uske mann mein gussa, dar, aur ek ajeeb si bechaini mil rahi thi.
Rohan thodi der baad chala gaya. Jaate waqt usne Ayesha se kaha, “Aunty, kal phir milte hain. Take care.”
Door band hone ke baad Ayesha bedroom mein chali gayi. Woh bed pe baith gayi aur apni kamar ko chhua. Woh touch abhi bhi garam mehsoos ho raha tha. Usne apne conservative values ko yaad kiya — family ki izzat, pati ki loyalty, bete aur beti ke saamne sab kuch normal rakhna. “Yeh galat hai Ayesha... bilkul galat,” usne apne aap se kaha.
Lekin uski saans abhi bhi tez thi. Neend der se aane wali thi.
Fahad apne room mein baitha tha. Usne jo dekha tha usko process karne ki koshish kar raha tha. Kya yeh sirf help kar raha tha? Ya kuch aur? Usne decide kiya ki agle din aur dhyan se dekhna hai.
Raat gehri ho rahi thi, aur ghar ke andar ek naya secret chhupne laga tha
Ayesha ne apne aap ko busy rakha tha taaki uske dimag mein ghumti hui baatein na aaye. Rohan ki woh bold aankhein, uska strong touch... har baar woh sochti thi ki yeh sab galat hai. Woh ek traditional ghar ki aurat thi — pati ki izzat, bacchon ka khayal rakhna, sab kuch perfect rakhna uske liye sabse badi zimmedari thi.
Bell baji.
Ayesha ka dil thoda sa tez dhadka. Woh darwaze pe gayi. Jaise hi darwaza khula, Rohan wahan khada tha. Is baar uske haath mein ek chhota sa packet tha.
“Aunty, sorry itni late aa gaya. College se kuch important notes laaya tha Fahad ke liye,” Rohan ne kaha, uski awaaz mein wohi confidence tha.
Ayesha ne andar aane diya. “Fahad, tumhara senior aaya hai phir se.”
Fahad ne upar se dekha aur andar aa gaya. Usne Rohan ko dekha toh uska muh ban gaya. “Ab kya chahiye?”
“Arre notes laaya hoon yaar. Baith ke de deta hoon,” Rohan ne casually kaha.
Rohan drawing room mein baith gaya. Ayesha ne usko paani offer kiya. Jab woh glass de rahi thi, Rohan ne jaan-boojh kar uski ungliyon ko touch kiya
aur dheere se kaha, “Aunty, aap thak gayi lag rahi ho. Din bhar ghar sambhalti ho na?”
Ayesha ne haath jaldi se kheench liya. “Main theek hoon beta.”
Rohan ne Fahad ko notes diye, lekin baat-cheet mein woh baar-baar Ayesha ki taraf dekhta raha. Fahad ne notice kiya ki Rohan Ammi ko kaise ghoor raha tha. Usne kuch nahi kaha, bas chup baitha raha.
Thodi der baad Nadia room se bahar aayi aur apne dost ke ghar chali gayi — kuch group project ke liye. Ghar mein ab sirf teeno the — Ayesha, Fahad aur Rohan.
Raat ke 9:15 baje Rohan uthne ki bajaye aur comfortable ho gaya. “Aunty, thoda time hai kya? Fahad se baat karni hai.”
Fahad ne bahana banaya ki woh thoda padhna hai aur apne room mein chala gaya. Lekin darwaza poora band nahi kiya. Woh hallway mein chupke se khada ho gaya aur dekhne laga.
Ayesha kitchen mein kuch samet rahi thi. Rohan wahan pahunch gaya. “Aunty, main help karun?”
Usne Ayesha ke bilkul paas khade hokar ek plate uthayi. Is baar uska haath Ayesha ki kamar pe dheere se laga — nahin hataya. Halka sa pressure diya.
Ayesha ka saans ruk sa gaya. “Rohan... beta... yeh kya kar rahe ho?”
Rohan ne dheere se, whispered tone mein kaha, “Aunty, aap bahut beautiful ho. Itni traditional aur caring... pehli baar dekha hai aisa bohot hi khoobsorat ho aap.”
Usne haath ko thoda aur slide kiya, kamar ke curve pe. Ayesha ka body kaanp raha tha. Usne peeche hatne ki koshish ki lekin kitchen counter pe atak gayi. Rohan ka muscular body uske saamne tha, uski warmth mehsoos ho rahi thi.
“Aisa mat bolo... main... main maa hoon, patni hoon,” Ayesha ne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mein moral conflict saaf tha. Par uske andar ek chhoti si thrill bhi thi jo usko dar rahi thi.
Rohan ne muskurate hue kaha, “Pata hai aunty. Bas ek compliment de raha tha. Aap itni tight mat ho jaiye.”
Usne haath ko ek second aur rakha, phir dheere se hataya. Ayesha turant door hat gayi. Uske cheeks laal ho gaye the.
Fahad hallway ki darar se yeh sab dekh raha tha. Uske dil mein ek tez chubhan hui. Ammi aur Rohan itne close... woh touch... usne apna muh band kiya aur chupke se apne room mein chala gaya. Uske mann mein gussa, dar, aur ek ajeeb si bechaini mil rahi thi.
Rohan thodi der baad chala gaya. Jaate waqt usne Ayesha se kaha, “Aunty, kal phir milte hain. Take care.”
Door band hone ke baad Ayesha bedroom mein chali gayi. Woh bed pe baith gayi aur apni kamar ko chhua. Woh touch abhi bhi garam mehsoos ho raha tha. Usne apne conservative values ko yaad kiya — family ki izzat, pati ki loyalty, bete aur beti ke saamne sab kuch normal rakhna. “Yeh galat hai Ayesha... bilkul galat,” usne apne aap se kaha.
Lekin uski saans abhi bhi tez thi. Neend der se aane wali thi.
Fahad apne room mein baitha tha. Usne jo dekha tha usko process karne ki koshish kar raha tha. Kya yeh sirf help kar raha tha? Ya kuch aur? Usne decide kiya ki agle din aur dhyan se dekhna hai.
Raat gehri ho rahi thi, aur ghar ke andar ek naya secret chhupne laga tha
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Agla din subah. Irfan ka trip ab sirf ek din baaki tha. Ayesha kitchen mein khadi thi, breakfast bana rahi thi. Usne apne aap ko zyada busy rakha tha taaki kal raat ki yaad na aaye — Rohan ka woh haath uski kamar pe, uski whispered compliment. Har baar sochte hi uske cheeks garam ho jaate the.
“Yeh sab rukna chahiye,” Ayesha ne apne aap se kaha. “Main ek parivaar ki aurat hoon. Bacchon ki maa hoon. Aise anjaan ladke ke saath aisi baatein sochna bhi galat hai.”
Fahad breakfast table pe baitha tha. Uska mood abhi bhi kharab tha. Kal raat jo usne hallway se dekha tha — Rohan Ammi ke itna close... woh touch. Usne Ammi ko kuch nahi bataya. Bas chup rehkar soch raha tha ki ab kya karna chahiye.
College mein aaj Rohan ne Fahad ko zyada nahi chheda. Bas door se ek smirk maara aur apne doston ke saath chala gaya. Fahad ko yeh aur zyada suspicious laga.
Shaam ko ghar lautne ke baad Fahad ne dekha ki Ammi ka phone baj raha tha. Ayesha ne dekha — ek unknown number. Usne call uthaya.
“Hello?” Ayesha ne dheere se kaha.
“Aunty, main Rohan bol raha hoon,” dusri taraf se confident voice aayi.
Ayesha ka dil zor se dhadka. “Rohan? Kaise number mila tumhe?”
“Fahad ke through college group mein tha. Aunty, kal raat ke liye sorry agar kuch zyada ho gaya. Bas aap se baat karne ka mann tha,” Rohan ne soft lekin bold tareeke se kaha.
Ayesha ne jaldi se idhar-udhar dekha. Fahad apne room mein tha aur Nadia abhi tak nahi aayi thi. “Beta, yeh theek nahi hai. Tum Fahad ke senior ho... aisi baat mat karo.”
Lekin Rohan ne rukne ki bajaye aur baat ki. “Aunty, aap itni acchi ho. Itni caring aur beautiful. Mujhe bas aapki awaaz sunni thi.”
Ayesha ne call cut kar diya. Uske haath kaanp rahe the. Usne phone side pe rakh diya, lekin andar se ek strange si feeling aa rahi thi. Kisi ne itni bold tareeke se uski tareef nahi ki thi kai saalon se.
Thodi der baad message aaya.
Rohan: Aunty, sorry agar disturb kiya. Bas aap se baat karni thi. Aap gussa ho kya?
Ayesha ne message dekha. Usne reply nahi kiya. Lekin delete bhi nahi kiya. Woh kitchen kaam karne lagi, par dimag mein yeh message ghum raha tha.
Shaam ko 7:30 baje phir message aaya.
Rohan: Aunty, aap bahut tight mat ho jaiye. Main sirf friend ki tarah baat kar raha hoon. Aapka din kaisa tha?
Ayesha ne is baar reply kiya, haathon mein hesitation ke saath.
Ayesha: Beta, yeh sab galat hai. Main tumse baat nahi kar sakti.
Rohan: Phir bhi aapne reply kiya na? Matlab thodi si curiosity toh hai
Ayesha ne phone band kar diya. Uske dil mein moral conflict chal raha tha. Woh conservative values wali aurat thi — pati ke liye loyal, family ke liye devoted. Aise chhupi hui baatein karna uske liye bilkul naya aur dangerous tha.
Raat ko dinner ke time sab family table pe thi. Nadia kuch college ki baatein bata rahi thi. Fahad chup tha. Ayesha ne sabko khana serve kiya, par uska dhyan kahin aur tha.
“Amma, aap theek ho na? Aaj thodi si pareshan lag rahi ho,” Nadia ne poocha.
Ayesha ne muskurate hue kaha, “Sab theek hai beta. Bas thakaan hai.”
Fahad ne Ammi ko dekha. Usko lag raha tha ki kuch chhupa hua hai. Dinner ke baad woh apne room mein gaya aur sochne laga.
Raat ke 10:45 baje Ayesha bedroom mein thi. Irfan ka call aaya tha — woh kal laut rahe the. Call cut karne ke baad phir message aaya.
Rohan: Aunty, soye nahi abhi? Soch rahi ho kya?
Ayesha ne is baar reply kiya, dheere se.
Ayesha: Rohan, please yeh mat karo. Main married hoon. Ghar ki zimmedari hai mujhpe.
Rohan: Pata hai aunty. Bas aap itni perfect kyun lagti ho? Ek baar mil ke baat kar sakte hain 1 baar aap please?
Ayesha ne phone side pe rakh diya. Usne apne chehre ko haathon mein chhupa liya. “Yeh kya ho raha hai mere saath?” Uske conservative upbringing usko daant raha tha, lekin dil ke ek chhote kone mein ek chhoti si excitement bhi jag rahi thi.
Fahad apne room mein bed pe leta tha. Usne Ammi ke room se aati halki awaaz suni thi. Woh soch raha tha ki kal se aur dhyan se dekhna padega. Kuch toh galat ho raha tha.
Raat dheere dheere badh rahi thi, aur chhupi hui baatein ghar ke andar failne lagi thi.
“Yeh sab rukna chahiye,” Ayesha ne apne aap se kaha. “Main ek parivaar ki aurat hoon. Bacchon ki maa hoon. Aise anjaan ladke ke saath aisi baatein sochna bhi galat hai.”
Fahad breakfast table pe baitha tha. Uska mood abhi bhi kharab tha. Kal raat jo usne hallway se dekha tha — Rohan Ammi ke itna close... woh touch. Usne Ammi ko kuch nahi bataya. Bas chup rehkar soch raha tha ki ab kya karna chahiye.
College mein aaj Rohan ne Fahad ko zyada nahi chheda. Bas door se ek smirk maara aur apne doston ke saath chala gaya. Fahad ko yeh aur zyada suspicious laga.
Shaam ko ghar lautne ke baad Fahad ne dekha ki Ammi ka phone baj raha tha. Ayesha ne dekha — ek unknown number. Usne call uthaya.
“Hello?” Ayesha ne dheere se kaha.
“Aunty, main Rohan bol raha hoon,” dusri taraf se confident voice aayi.
Ayesha ka dil zor se dhadka. “Rohan? Kaise number mila tumhe?”
“Fahad ke through college group mein tha. Aunty, kal raat ke liye sorry agar kuch zyada ho gaya. Bas aap se baat karne ka mann tha,” Rohan ne soft lekin bold tareeke se kaha.
Ayesha ne jaldi se idhar-udhar dekha. Fahad apne room mein tha aur Nadia abhi tak nahi aayi thi. “Beta, yeh theek nahi hai. Tum Fahad ke senior ho... aisi baat mat karo.”
Lekin Rohan ne rukne ki bajaye aur baat ki. “Aunty, aap itni acchi ho. Itni caring aur beautiful. Mujhe bas aapki awaaz sunni thi.”
Ayesha ne call cut kar diya. Uske haath kaanp rahe the. Usne phone side pe rakh diya, lekin andar se ek strange si feeling aa rahi thi. Kisi ne itni bold tareeke se uski tareef nahi ki thi kai saalon se.
Thodi der baad message aaya.
Rohan: Aunty, sorry agar disturb kiya. Bas aap se baat karni thi. Aap gussa ho kya?
Ayesha ne message dekha. Usne reply nahi kiya. Lekin delete bhi nahi kiya. Woh kitchen kaam karne lagi, par dimag mein yeh message ghum raha tha.
Shaam ko 7:30 baje phir message aaya.
Rohan: Aunty, aap bahut tight mat ho jaiye. Main sirf friend ki tarah baat kar raha hoon. Aapka din kaisa tha?
Ayesha ne is baar reply kiya, haathon mein hesitation ke saath.
Ayesha: Beta, yeh sab galat hai. Main tumse baat nahi kar sakti.
Rohan: Phir bhi aapne reply kiya na? Matlab thodi si curiosity toh hai
Ayesha ne phone band kar diya. Uske dil mein moral conflict chal raha tha. Woh conservative values wali aurat thi — pati ke liye loyal, family ke liye devoted. Aise chhupi hui baatein karna uske liye bilkul naya aur dangerous tha.
Raat ko dinner ke time sab family table pe thi. Nadia kuch college ki baatein bata rahi thi. Fahad chup tha. Ayesha ne sabko khana serve kiya, par uska dhyan kahin aur tha.
“Amma, aap theek ho na? Aaj thodi si pareshan lag rahi ho,” Nadia ne poocha.
Ayesha ne muskurate hue kaha, “Sab theek hai beta. Bas thakaan hai.”
Fahad ne Ammi ko dekha. Usko lag raha tha ki kuch chhupa hua hai. Dinner ke baad woh apne room mein gaya aur sochne laga.
Raat ke 10:45 baje Ayesha bedroom mein thi. Irfan ka call aaya tha — woh kal laut rahe the. Call cut karne ke baad phir message aaya.
Rohan: Aunty, soye nahi abhi? Soch rahi ho kya?
Ayesha ne is baar reply kiya, dheere se.
Ayesha: Rohan, please yeh mat karo. Main married hoon. Ghar ki zimmedari hai mujhpe.
Rohan: Pata hai aunty. Bas aap itni perfect kyun lagti ho? Ek baar mil ke baat kar sakte hain 1 baar aap please?
Ayesha ne phone side pe rakh diya. Usne apne chehre ko haathon mein chhupa liya. “Yeh kya ho raha hai mere saath?” Uske conservative upbringing usko daant raha tha, lekin dil ke ek chhote kone mein ek chhoti si excitement bhi jag rahi thi.
Fahad apne room mein bed pe leta tha. Usne Ammi ke room se aati halki awaaz suni thi. Woh soch raha tha ki kal se aur dhyan se dekhna padega. Kuch toh galat ho raha tha.
Raat dheere dheere badh rahi thi, aur chhupi hui baatein ghar ke andar failne lagi thi.
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