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Adultery Chupke Chupke Pyaar
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Chapter 1: Pehli Mulaqat
Garmi ki chappal se bachne ke liye pankha tez ghoom raha tha, lekin hawa mein bas garmi hi garmi thi. Mein sofa pe baithi Kamla ki shaadi ka card dekh rahi thi - haath se bana hua, kinare pe sukhe phool chipke hue. Kamla saamne khadi thi, ek paon se dusre pe weight daal rahi thi, meri aur zameen ke beech aankhein ghumati hui.
"Didi... aap zaroor aana na?" Kamla ki awaaz mein bachpan jaisi laachaari thi.
Main ne card ko dekhte hue muskura di. "Tumhare baap ne khud bulaya hai?"
Usne jaldi se sar hilaaya. "Haan! Papa ne kaha, aap humari mehmaan banogi. Gaon ka mausam abhi thanda hai... aur shaadi mein bahut maza aayega."
Main ne card ko fold karte hue hansi. "Tumhari shaadi hai Kamla. Kaise miss kar sakti hoon?"
Usne taali bajayi, chehre pe chamak aagayi. "Achha! Toh main kal chali jaungi. Aap parson aana, train se. Main station pe milungi."
Main ne use jaate hue dekha - uski kamar ka halka sa jhukna, salwar ke andar chupti hui narm curves. Shehar ki bheed mein kho gayi woh bachpan jaisi masoomiyat...
Train ki safar lambi thi, gaon ki hawa mein bas gayi hui thi. Station pe Kamla khadi thi, haath hila rahi thi.
"Didi! Yahan!"
Main ne train se utarte hue dupatta theek kiya. "Gaon toh bahut door hai Kamla."
Usne hansi. "Haan, par aapke liye special hai na?"
Jeep mein baith kar gaon ke andar ghusne lage, raste khaadaron se bhare hue. Ghar ke saamne rukte hi ek lambe, chaudhe kandhon wale aadmi ne darwaze pe mujhe dekha - uski safed kurta ke collar se thodi si chhaati dikh rahi thi.
"Aap hi hongi meri beti ki didi," uski awaaz mein gehrayi thi, jaise koi purana shehzada ho.
Main ne sar hilaaya. "Haan... aap Kamla ke papa?"
"Ramu," usne apna naam bataya, paas aate hue. "Aapka intezaar tha."
Uske bolne ke andaaz ne meri rag rag mein aag laga di. Kamla ne mera haath pakda.
"Chalo Didi, andar chai peete hain!"
Lekin Ramu hilaa nahi. Uski nazrein meri gardan pe thi, mere tight blouse pe jo garmi se thoda chipak sa gaya tha.
"Aapki aankhein... bahut gehri hain," main ne apne aap se kaha.
Usne muskaraaya, jaise koi raaz ho. "Aur aapki chup... bahut kuch keh jaati hai."
Hawa mein ek alag si garmi aagayi. Kamla ne phir se pukara.
"Papa! Chai thandi ho jayegi!"
Ramu ne rasta diya. "Aap pehle."
Jab main uske paas se guzri, uske haath ne meri kamar ko chhua - bas ek pal ke liye, lekin itna kaafi tha.
"Gaon ki garmi," usne kaha, awaaz itni dheemi ke bas main hi sun paayi. "Shayad aapko pasand aayegi."
Main ne mud kar dekha, toh uska mukhda ek alag hi baat keh raha tha. "Kyun... aap isse aur garam kar denge?"
Uske hansi ne meri rag rag mein aag laga di. "Dekhte hain, Didi."
Andar chai ki bhaap uth rahi thi, lekin mere jism mein toh bas ek hi cheez garm ho rahi thi - uski nazron ne jo aag laga di thi.
"Didi, aapki chai," Ramu ne haath badhate hue kaha, ungliyaan jaane-bujhhe meri ungliyon se takra gayi.
Main ne haath jhatak kar chai le li. "Aapke haath... bahut kasar hain."
Usne apne haath ko ghuma kar dekha. "Zameen pe kaam karte karte. Tumhare shehri haathon ko chubhte honge?"
Main ne apne hothon ko chai ke cup se chhupaya. "Chubhna bhi kabhi-kabhi accha lagta hai."
Kamla ke jaane ke baad, Ramu ne chai ki pyali uthaayi. "Tumhari chai... tumhare jaisi hi meethi hai."
Main ne apni najuk ungli se pyali ko ghumaaya. "Aur aapke liye... kitni meethi hai?"
Usne meri taraf dekha, aankhon mein woh aag jo ab shayad kabhi bujhne wali nahi thi. "Itni ki... zindagi bhar ki pyaas bujh jaaye."
Jab main ne apni chai khatam ki, woh mera empty cup dekh raha tha - jaise mere hothon ke nishaan dekh raha ho. Main ne apni zubaan se cup ke kinare ko chhua, uski saans tez hone ka awaaz saaf sunaayi diya.
"Kya hua?" main ne masoomiyat se pucha.
"Kuch nahi... bas soch raha tha, tum jaise mehmann ko hum kaise entertain karenge."
Main ne apni chaal dheemi karte hue kaha: "Entertainment ki zaroorat nahi... bas thodi si... company kaafi hai."
Uske chehre pe jo bhayeein uthi, woh meri samajh se bahar thi. "Company toh hum de denge Didi... lekin tum itni door se aayi ho... hum tumhe khali haath nahi jaane denge."
Hawa mein ek alag si khushboo aayi - bel ke phoolon ki, jo raat ko khilte hain. Jaise yeh gaon ki raatein bhi kuch kehna chahti hain...
Garmi ki chappal se bachne ke liye pankha tez ghoom raha tha, lekin hawa mein bas garmi hi garmi thi. Mein sofa pe baithi Kamla ki shaadi ka card dekh rahi thi - haath se bana hua, kinare pe sukhe phool chipke hue. Kamla saamne khadi thi, ek paon se dusre pe weight daal rahi thi, meri aur zameen ke beech aankhein ghumati hui.
"Didi... aap zaroor aana na?" Kamla ki awaaz mein bachpan jaisi laachaari thi.
Main ne card ko dekhte hue muskura di. "Tumhare baap ne khud bulaya hai?"
Usne jaldi se sar hilaaya. "Haan! Papa ne kaha, aap humari mehmaan banogi. Gaon ka mausam abhi thanda hai... aur shaadi mein bahut maza aayega."
Main ne card ko fold karte hue hansi. "Tumhari shaadi hai Kamla. Kaise miss kar sakti hoon?"
Usne taali bajayi, chehre pe chamak aagayi. "Achha! Toh main kal chali jaungi. Aap parson aana, train se. Main station pe milungi."
Main ne use jaate hue dekha - uski kamar ka halka sa jhukna, salwar ke andar chupti hui narm curves. Shehar ki bheed mein kho gayi woh bachpan jaisi masoomiyat...
Train ki safar lambi thi, gaon ki hawa mein bas gayi hui thi. Station pe Kamla khadi thi, haath hila rahi thi.
"Didi! Yahan!"
Main ne train se utarte hue dupatta theek kiya. "Gaon toh bahut door hai Kamla."
Usne hansi. "Haan, par aapke liye special hai na?"
Jeep mein baith kar gaon ke andar ghusne lage, raste khaadaron se bhare hue. Ghar ke saamne rukte hi ek lambe, chaudhe kandhon wale aadmi ne darwaze pe mujhe dekha - uski safed kurta ke collar se thodi si chhaati dikh rahi thi.
"Aap hi hongi meri beti ki didi," uski awaaz mein gehrayi thi, jaise koi purana shehzada ho.
Main ne sar hilaaya. "Haan... aap Kamla ke papa?"
"Ramu," usne apna naam bataya, paas aate hue. "Aapka intezaar tha."
Uske bolne ke andaaz ne meri rag rag mein aag laga di. Kamla ne mera haath pakda.
"Chalo Didi, andar chai peete hain!"
Lekin Ramu hilaa nahi. Uski nazrein meri gardan pe thi, mere tight blouse pe jo garmi se thoda chipak sa gaya tha.
"Aapki aankhein... bahut gehri hain," main ne apne aap se kaha.
Usne muskaraaya, jaise koi raaz ho. "Aur aapki chup... bahut kuch keh jaati hai."
Hawa mein ek alag si garmi aagayi. Kamla ne phir se pukara.
"Papa! Chai thandi ho jayegi!"
Ramu ne rasta diya. "Aap pehle."
Jab main uske paas se guzri, uske haath ne meri kamar ko chhua - bas ek pal ke liye, lekin itna kaafi tha.
"Gaon ki garmi," usne kaha, awaaz itni dheemi ke bas main hi sun paayi. "Shayad aapko pasand aayegi."
Main ne mud kar dekha, toh uska mukhda ek alag hi baat keh raha tha. "Kyun... aap isse aur garam kar denge?"
Uske hansi ne meri rag rag mein aag laga di. "Dekhte hain, Didi."
Andar chai ki bhaap uth rahi thi, lekin mere jism mein toh bas ek hi cheez garm ho rahi thi - uski nazron ne jo aag laga di thi.
"Didi, aapki chai," Ramu ne haath badhate hue kaha, ungliyaan jaane-bujhhe meri ungliyon se takra gayi.
Main ne haath jhatak kar chai le li. "Aapke haath... bahut kasar hain."
Usne apne haath ko ghuma kar dekha. "Zameen pe kaam karte karte. Tumhare shehri haathon ko chubhte honge?"
Main ne apne hothon ko chai ke cup se chhupaya. "Chubhna bhi kabhi-kabhi accha lagta hai."
Kamla ke jaane ke baad, Ramu ne chai ki pyali uthaayi. "Tumhari chai... tumhare jaisi hi meethi hai."
Main ne apni najuk ungli se pyali ko ghumaaya. "Aur aapke liye... kitni meethi hai?"
Usne meri taraf dekha, aankhon mein woh aag jo ab shayad kabhi bujhne wali nahi thi. "Itni ki... zindagi bhar ki pyaas bujh jaaye."
Jab main ne apni chai khatam ki, woh mera empty cup dekh raha tha - jaise mere hothon ke nishaan dekh raha ho. Main ne apni zubaan se cup ke kinare ko chhua, uski saans tez hone ka awaaz saaf sunaayi diya.
"Kya hua?" main ne masoomiyat se pucha.
"Kuch nahi... bas soch raha tha, tum jaise mehmann ko hum kaise entertain karenge."
Main ne apni chaal dheemi karte hue kaha: "Entertainment ki zaroorat nahi... bas thodi si... company kaafi hai."
Uske chehre pe jo bhayeein uthi, woh meri samajh se bahar thi. "Company toh hum de denge Didi... lekin tum itni door se aayi ho... hum tumhe khali haath nahi jaane denge."
Hawa mein ek alag si khushboo aayi - bel ke phoolon ki, jo raat ko khilte hain. Jaise yeh gaon ki raatein bhi kuch kehna chahti hain...
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Chapter 2: Raat Ki Kahaniyaan
Gaon ki raatein apne saath kai kahaniyan leke aati thi - khet ki fasal ki sar-sarahat, door kisi ke hanste hue, aur zameen mein dafan raaz. Main verandah ke charpayi pe baithi thi, chandni Kamla ke chehre pe nach rahi thi jo mere saamne jhuk kar baithi hui thi, aankhein bade-bade khuli hui.
"Didi, aapko pata hai jab main chhoti thi toh Papa mujhe apni peeth pe bitha kar pure gaon ke khet ghumate the?" Uske hothon pe ek ajib si udaasi thi. "Maa nahi thi... lekin Papa ne kabhi mujhe ehsaas nahi hone diya ki kuch kami hai."
Main ne dhoodh ka ghoont leta hua muskura di. "Tumhare papa bahut mazboot lagte hain."
Kamla hansi, "Haan! Ek baar unhone ek sher ko haath se maara tha jo hamare gadhe ko utha le ja raha tha! Sab gaon waale unse darte hain... par mujhpe toh unka itna pyaar hai."
Pairo ki aawaz ne hum dono ko mod kar dekha. Ramu verandah ke kinare khada tha, lantern ki roshni uske kandhon pe nach rahi thi.
"Beti, andar aa jao. Raat ko thand ho rahi hai," uski aawaz mein woh kasarpan tha jo har baar mere jism mein bijli daudaa deta tha.
Kamla ne sar hilaaya. "Haan Papa. Didi, aap bhi so jaiye. Kal subah se shaadi ki taiyari hai."
Jab Kamla andar chali gayi, Ramu ne apni jagah nahi chhodi. Hawa mein ek ajib si khushboo faili - bel ke phoolon ki, jo raat ko khilte hain. Usne mere kandhe se lipat rahe dupatte ko dekha, phir meri aankhon mein jhankte hue bola:
"Aapke baare mein suna hai maine... Kamla ne bahut kuch bataya."
Main ne apni saans ko sambhala. "Kya bataya?"
"Ke aap ek... bahut himmat waali aurat hain." Uske hothon pe ek alag si muskaan thi. "Aur aapke liye?"
Main ne uski gehri nazron ka saamna kiya. "Mere liye... aap ek raaz hain."
Usne hansi, gehri aur gudgudati hui. "Raaz? Bas itna hi?"
Hawa ne mere pallu ko halka sa uthaaya, jaise koi nazuk sa ishara ho. Main ne pallu ko pakadne ki koshish ki, lekin meri ungliyan thar-thar kaanp rahi thi.
"Kamla ne yeh bhi bataya ki... aapki biwi aapki zindagi ki sabse khoobsurat aurat thi."
Ramu ka chehra badla, jaise koi puri dard bhari yaad jagi ho. "Haan... Rekha alag thi." Phir ek lambe pause ke baad, "Lekin aaj kal, main kisi aur ko dekh raha hoon."
Mere hoth suk gaye. "Kisko?"
Usne jawab nahi diya. Balki, aage badh kar mere baal ke ek lambe ko mere kaan ke peeche sajaaya. "Gaon ki raatein lambi hoti hain, Didi... aur kahaniyan adhuri reh jaati hain."
Main ne apne hothon ko noch liya. "Toh kyun nahi hum... kahani ko aage badhate hain?"
Uska angutha mere niche hoth ko chhua, itni halki se ke shayad mera veham ho. "Kyuki adhuri kahaniyon mein hi... maza hai."
Kamla ki aawaz ne humare beech ki hawa ko tod diya. "Papa! Aap kahan ho?"
Ramu ne peeche hat kar kaha: "Kal subah, Didi. Gaon ki auntyon se milogi. Woh bhi... aapke baare mein bahut curious hain."
Jab wo chala gaya, main ne ek gehri saans li. Pankhe ki hawa ab thandi lag rahi thi, lekin mere jism mein toh aag thi.
[Kitchen Next Morning]
Subah ki pehli kirne ke saath main kitchen mein khadi thi, chulhe par pateele ko chamcha maar rahi thi. Kamla ne andar aakar poocha:
"Didi, aapko pata hai gaon ki auntyan kya keh rahi hain?"
Main ne chamche ko thoda tez ghumaaya. "Kya keh rahi hain?"
"Ke aap aur Papa..." Kamla ne apne hoth kat liye. "Aap dono ko dekh kar unhe meri Maa ki yaad aa jati hai."
Mera haath ruk gaya. Pateele mein daal ke bubble fatne lage.
"Aisa mat bolo Kamla," main ne koshish ki ki meri aawaz na kaanpe. "Main bas tumhari shaadi mein madad karne aayi hoon."
Kamla ne meri taraf ajeeb si nazar se dekha. "Lekin Didi... jab aap dono saath hote ho, toh lagta hai jaise... jaise Maa laut aayi ho."
Main ne pateele ko chulhe se utara. Haanth itne kaap rahe the ke thoda sa garam daal meri ungliyon pe gir gaya.
"Aah!"
Ramu darwaze par khada tha, ek pal mein mere paas aakar mere haath ko pakad liya. "Kya hua?"
Uske haath ki garmi se main tharrah gayi. "Kuch nahi... bas thoda sa garam ho gaya."
Usne meri ungli ko apne hothon se chhua. "Gaon ki auraton ko sab pata chal jata hai... tumhari jalan bhi."
Main ne apna haath jhatak kar wapas le liya. "Main nahi jalti."
Usne hans kar kaha: "Haan... tum to khud aag ho."
Shaam ko jab main kapde change kar rahi thi, Kamla ne darwaze se jhank kar kaha: "Didi, aapke kapde itne sundar kyun hote hain? Jaise... jaise kisi ki nazar mein achhi lagne ke liye pehne ho."
Main ne apni kamiz ke button lagate hue muskura di. "Shehri aadat hai beti."
Kamla ne ek gehri saans li. "Papa bhi aapke kapde dekh kar bahut khush hote hain."
Maine ruk kar use dekha. "Tune notice kiya?"
"Haan Didi... jab bhi aap naye kapde pehnti hain, wo aapko dekhte rehte hain. Jaise... jaise Maa ko dekhte the."
Mere hothon se be-soch nikla: "Main tumhari Maa nahi hoon Kamla."
Kamla ne meri aankhon mein dekha. "Pata hai Didi... lekin shayad Papa ko toh aap me bas..."
Uske jaane ke baad, main deewar ke sahar khadi rah gayi. Dil ke andar ek ajib si gudgudahi thi... aur ek darr bhi.
Raat ko jab main neend nahi aa rahi thi, main kitchen mein chai banaane lagi. Achanak piche se aawaz aayi:
"Tumhari neend bhi udd gayi hai?"
Ramu darwaze par khada tha, bas ek chaddar lapete hue. Uske seenon pe chaandni chamak rahi thi.
"Aap... aapko bhi neend nahi aa rahi?" main ne pucha, haath mein chamach hilaate hue.
Usne andar aakar mere haath se chamach le liya. "Neend? Jab tumhari saanson ki aawaz diwaar se aa kar mere tak pahunchti hai... kaun so payega?"
Main ne chai ko tez-tez hilaaya. "Aap... aap sunte hain?"
Usne mere haath ko pakad kar chamach rukwa di. "Sirf sunta nahi... mehsoos karta hoon."
Chai ke bubble jaise mere andar bhi fatne lage. "Yeh... yeh theek nahi hai."
Usne meri thar-tharati ungliyon ko apne haathon mein liya. "Theek woh hota hai jo dil kehta hai... aur humara dil ek hi baat keh raha hai."
Gaon ki raatein apne saath kai kahaniyan leke aati thi - khet ki fasal ki sar-sarahat, door kisi ke hanste hue, aur zameen mein dafan raaz. Main verandah ke charpayi pe baithi thi, chandni Kamla ke chehre pe nach rahi thi jo mere saamne jhuk kar baithi hui thi, aankhein bade-bade khuli hui.
"Didi, aapko pata hai jab main chhoti thi toh Papa mujhe apni peeth pe bitha kar pure gaon ke khet ghumate the?" Uske hothon pe ek ajib si udaasi thi. "Maa nahi thi... lekin Papa ne kabhi mujhe ehsaas nahi hone diya ki kuch kami hai."
Main ne dhoodh ka ghoont leta hua muskura di. "Tumhare papa bahut mazboot lagte hain."
Kamla hansi, "Haan! Ek baar unhone ek sher ko haath se maara tha jo hamare gadhe ko utha le ja raha tha! Sab gaon waale unse darte hain... par mujhpe toh unka itna pyaar hai."
Pairo ki aawaz ne hum dono ko mod kar dekha. Ramu verandah ke kinare khada tha, lantern ki roshni uske kandhon pe nach rahi thi.
"Beti, andar aa jao. Raat ko thand ho rahi hai," uski aawaz mein woh kasarpan tha jo har baar mere jism mein bijli daudaa deta tha.
Kamla ne sar hilaaya. "Haan Papa. Didi, aap bhi so jaiye. Kal subah se shaadi ki taiyari hai."
Jab Kamla andar chali gayi, Ramu ne apni jagah nahi chhodi. Hawa mein ek ajib si khushboo faili - bel ke phoolon ki, jo raat ko khilte hain. Usne mere kandhe se lipat rahe dupatte ko dekha, phir meri aankhon mein jhankte hue bola:
"Aapke baare mein suna hai maine... Kamla ne bahut kuch bataya."
Main ne apni saans ko sambhala. "Kya bataya?"
"Ke aap ek... bahut himmat waali aurat hain." Uske hothon pe ek alag si muskaan thi. "Aur aapke liye?"
Main ne uski gehri nazron ka saamna kiya. "Mere liye... aap ek raaz hain."
Usne hansi, gehri aur gudgudati hui. "Raaz? Bas itna hi?"
Hawa ne mere pallu ko halka sa uthaaya, jaise koi nazuk sa ishara ho. Main ne pallu ko pakadne ki koshish ki, lekin meri ungliyan thar-thar kaanp rahi thi.
"Kamla ne yeh bhi bataya ki... aapki biwi aapki zindagi ki sabse khoobsurat aurat thi."
Ramu ka chehra badla, jaise koi puri dard bhari yaad jagi ho. "Haan... Rekha alag thi." Phir ek lambe pause ke baad, "Lekin aaj kal, main kisi aur ko dekh raha hoon."
Mere hoth suk gaye. "Kisko?"
Usne jawab nahi diya. Balki, aage badh kar mere baal ke ek lambe ko mere kaan ke peeche sajaaya. "Gaon ki raatein lambi hoti hain, Didi... aur kahaniyan adhuri reh jaati hain."
Main ne apne hothon ko noch liya. "Toh kyun nahi hum... kahani ko aage badhate hain?"
Uska angutha mere niche hoth ko chhua, itni halki se ke shayad mera veham ho. "Kyuki adhuri kahaniyon mein hi... maza hai."
Kamla ki aawaz ne humare beech ki hawa ko tod diya. "Papa! Aap kahan ho?"
Ramu ne peeche hat kar kaha: "Kal subah, Didi. Gaon ki auntyon se milogi. Woh bhi... aapke baare mein bahut curious hain."
Jab wo chala gaya, main ne ek gehri saans li. Pankhe ki hawa ab thandi lag rahi thi, lekin mere jism mein toh aag thi.
[Kitchen Next Morning]
Subah ki pehli kirne ke saath main kitchen mein khadi thi, chulhe par pateele ko chamcha maar rahi thi. Kamla ne andar aakar poocha:
"Didi, aapko pata hai gaon ki auntyan kya keh rahi hain?"
Main ne chamche ko thoda tez ghumaaya. "Kya keh rahi hain?"
"Ke aap aur Papa..." Kamla ne apne hoth kat liye. "Aap dono ko dekh kar unhe meri Maa ki yaad aa jati hai."
Mera haath ruk gaya. Pateele mein daal ke bubble fatne lage.
"Aisa mat bolo Kamla," main ne koshish ki ki meri aawaz na kaanpe. "Main bas tumhari shaadi mein madad karne aayi hoon."
Kamla ne meri taraf ajeeb si nazar se dekha. "Lekin Didi... jab aap dono saath hote ho, toh lagta hai jaise... jaise Maa laut aayi ho."
Main ne pateele ko chulhe se utara. Haanth itne kaap rahe the ke thoda sa garam daal meri ungliyon pe gir gaya.
"Aah!"
Ramu darwaze par khada tha, ek pal mein mere paas aakar mere haath ko pakad liya. "Kya hua?"
Uske haath ki garmi se main tharrah gayi. "Kuch nahi... bas thoda sa garam ho gaya."
Usne meri ungli ko apne hothon se chhua. "Gaon ki auraton ko sab pata chal jata hai... tumhari jalan bhi."
Main ne apna haath jhatak kar wapas le liya. "Main nahi jalti."
Usne hans kar kaha: "Haan... tum to khud aag ho."
Shaam ko jab main kapde change kar rahi thi, Kamla ne darwaze se jhank kar kaha: "Didi, aapke kapde itne sundar kyun hote hain? Jaise... jaise kisi ki nazar mein achhi lagne ke liye pehne ho."
Main ne apni kamiz ke button lagate hue muskura di. "Shehri aadat hai beti."
Kamla ne ek gehri saans li. "Papa bhi aapke kapde dekh kar bahut khush hote hain."
Maine ruk kar use dekha. "Tune notice kiya?"
"Haan Didi... jab bhi aap naye kapde pehnti hain, wo aapko dekhte rehte hain. Jaise... jaise Maa ko dekhte the."
Mere hothon se be-soch nikla: "Main tumhari Maa nahi hoon Kamla."
Kamla ne meri aankhon mein dekha. "Pata hai Didi... lekin shayad Papa ko toh aap me bas..."
Uske jaane ke baad, main deewar ke sahar khadi rah gayi. Dil ke andar ek ajib si gudgudahi thi... aur ek darr bhi.
Raat ko jab main neend nahi aa rahi thi, main kitchen mein chai banaane lagi. Achanak piche se aawaz aayi:
"Tumhari neend bhi udd gayi hai?"
Ramu darwaze par khada tha, bas ek chaddar lapete hue. Uske seenon pe chaandni chamak rahi thi.
"Aap... aapko bhi neend nahi aa rahi?" main ne pucha, haath mein chamach hilaate hue.
Usne andar aakar mere haath se chamach le liya. "Neend? Jab tumhari saanson ki aawaz diwaar se aa kar mere tak pahunchti hai... kaun so payega?"
Main ne chai ko tez-tez hilaaya. "Aap... aap sunte hain?"
Usne mere haath ko pakad kar chamach rukwa di. "Sirf sunta nahi... mehsoos karta hoon."
Chai ke bubble jaise mere andar bhi fatne lage. "Yeh... yeh theek nahi hai."
Usne meri thar-tharati ungliyon ko apne haathon mein liya. "Theek woh hota hai jo dil kehta hai... aur humara dil ek hi baat keh raha hai."
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Chapter 3: Haldi ki Rasam
Subah ki pehli kirne ke saath hi ghar mein hungama shuru ho gaya tha. Main verandah mein haldi ka ustaad ban kar baithi thi, haath mein pisi hui haldi aur chandan ka lep jo geeli mitti ki handiya mein chamak raha tha. Kamla mere saamne chowki pe baithi thi, uski peeli lehenga mein sone ki dor chamak rahi thi. Gaon ki auratein aas paas baithi geet ga rahi thi - "Goriya chura na mora jiya..."
"Didi... aapke haath ka touch kitna naram hai," Kamla ne kaha jab main ne uske gaal pe haldi ka tilak lagaya. "Jaise Maa ke haath hote the."
Mere haath thoda ruk gaye. Haldi ka lep uske gaal pe chamak raha tha, jaise suraj ki pehli kirne. "Teri Maa tujhe ashirwaad de rahi hai mere haathon se, Kamla," main ne kaha, aawaz thodi kaanpti hui.
Peeche koi khada hua mehsoos hua. Mod kar dekha toh Ramu darwaze mein tha, uski safed kurta ke bich ka button khula hua, thodi si chhaati dikh rahi thi. Uski nazrein mere haathon pe thi jo uski beti ke chehre ko saja rahe the.
"Papa..." Kamla muskura di, "Dekho Didi ne Maa ki tarah meri haldi lagayi!"
Ramu ka gala hilta hua dikha. "Haan beti... bahut khoob lag rahi hai." Lekin uski nazrein jo keh rahi thi, woh mere kaanon tak pahunch gayi - Tum bhi khoob lag rahi ho.
Main ne Kamla ke haathon pe intricate design banate hue mehndi lagani shuru ki. Gaon ki budhiyaan humare gird baithi thhi, unki aankhein mere har harkat ko dekh rahi thhi.
"Arre Ramu ki beti ko dekh lo," Geeta bua ne hans kar kaha, "Is shehri mehmaan ne to maa ka farz nibha diya."
Maine sar jhuka liya. "Bas... jo banta hai."
"Haan, jo banta hai," Geeta bua ne meri taraf ajeeb si nazar se dekha, "Ramu ke liye bhi."
Kamla ne meri ungliyon ko pakad liya. "Didi... aapko pata hai? Jab se aap aaye ho, Papa pehle se zyada muskurate hain."
Maine haath se mehndi ka cone thoda tight pakda. "Tumhare Papa... bahut ache insaan hain."
"Aur aap?" Kamla ne seedha sawal kar diya. "Kya aapko bhi Papa ache lagte hain?"
Peeche kisi ke kadmon ki aawaz sunai di. Ramu wahin khada tha, ek handiya haldi le kar. "Beti, thodi haldi aur chahiye hogi," usne kaha, lekin uski nazrein mere hothon pe thhi.
Shaam ko jab sab so chuke the, main kitchen mein bachhi hui haldi saaf kar rahi thi. Achanak hawa mein ek khasboo aayi - neem aur mitti ki, Ramu ki khasboo.
"Tumhari ungliyan ab bhi peeli hain," usne kaha, mere bilkul peeche aa kar.
Main ne palat kar nahi dekha. "Haldi ka rang chadha hai."
Usne mere haath pakad liye. "Mere gaon ki auratein kehte hain... haldi ka rang utarna mushkil hota hai."
Mera dil dhadakne laga. "Kyun? Kya karna padega?"
Usne mere haathon ko apne bade, kasar haathon mein liya. "Thoda... zor laga ke ragadna padega."
Uske haathon ki garmi se mere jism mein bijli si daud gayi. "Aap... aapko aata hai?"
"Haan," usne kaha, mere haathon ko apni chhaati se lagate hue, "Tumhari ungliyon ka rang bhi utar doon... aur tumhari saari hichkichahat bhi."
Subah uthi toh dekha haldi ka rang sachmuch nahi utar raha tha. Kamla ne has kar kaha: "Didi, lagta hai aapko gaon chhodna nahi padega ab."
Main ne haath chhupane ki koshish ki. "Kyun? Kya hua?"
"Kyuki haldi ka rang jab tak nahi utarta, dulhan ghar nahi chhod sakti," usne masoomiyat se kaha. "Aur aapne to meri haldi lagayi hai na?"
Ramu wahin khada tha, ek bartan haath mein liye. Usne kuch nahi kaha, lekin uski aankhon ne ek kahani suna di - ek aisi kahani jo na main sun paa rahi thi, na sun na chahti thi.
Mandap ke paas baithi main Kamla ke baal saja rahi thi. Ek mahila ne kaha: "Aap dono ko dekh kar lagta hai jaise maa-beti nahi... balki behen jaise ho."
Kamla ne meri taraf dekha. "Didi... aap yahin reh jaogi na? Shaadi ke baad bhi?"
Maine ek gehri saans li. "Beti... har kisi ki ek apni zindagi hoti hai."
Ramu mandap ke peeche khada tha. Humari nazrein mili. Usne sirf itna kaha: "Haan... aur kabhi kabhi do zindagiyan ek ho jaati hain."
Raat ko jab sab so gaye, main verandah mein baithi chand ko dekh rahi thi. Pata hi nahi chala kab Ramu aakar mere paas baith gaya.
"Tumhare hathon ka rang ab bhi nahi gaya," usne kaha, mere haath utha kar.
Main ne haath kheenchne ki koshish ki. "Jaayega... thode din mein."
Usne meri ungliyon ko apne hothon se chhua. "Main nahi chahta ye rang kabhi utre."
"Kyun?" main ne pucha, dil tez-tez dhadak raha tha.
"Kyuki jab tak ye rang hai," usne kaha, mere haath ko apne gaal se lagate hue, "Tab tak tum yahin ho... meri beti ki maa ki tarah."
Hawa mein bel ke phoolon ki khushboo ghoom rahi thi. Aur hum dono ek aisi sachchai ke saamne the jise na toh hum maan pa rahe the, na jhutla pa rahe the.
Subah ki pehli kirne ke saath hi ghar mein hungama shuru ho gaya tha. Main verandah mein haldi ka ustaad ban kar baithi thi, haath mein pisi hui haldi aur chandan ka lep jo geeli mitti ki handiya mein chamak raha tha. Kamla mere saamne chowki pe baithi thi, uski peeli lehenga mein sone ki dor chamak rahi thi. Gaon ki auratein aas paas baithi geet ga rahi thi - "Goriya chura na mora jiya..."
"Didi... aapke haath ka touch kitna naram hai," Kamla ne kaha jab main ne uske gaal pe haldi ka tilak lagaya. "Jaise Maa ke haath hote the."
Mere haath thoda ruk gaye. Haldi ka lep uske gaal pe chamak raha tha, jaise suraj ki pehli kirne. "Teri Maa tujhe ashirwaad de rahi hai mere haathon se, Kamla," main ne kaha, aawaz thodi kaanpti hui.
Peeche koi khada hua mehsoos hua. Mod kar dekha toh Ramu darwaze mein tha, uski safed kurta ke bich ka button khula hua, thodi si chhaati dikh rahi thi. Uski nazrein mere haathon pe thi jo uski beti ke chehre ko saja rahe the.
"Papa..." Kamla muskura di, "Dekho Didi ne Maa ki tarah meri haldi lagayi!"
Ramu ka gala hilta hua dikha. "Haan beti... bahut khoob lag rahi hai." Lekin uski nazrein jo keh rahi thi, woh mere kaanon tak pahunch gayi - Tum bhi khoob lag rahi ho.
Main ne Kamla ke haathon pe intricate design banate hue mehndi lagani shuru ki. Gaon ki budhiyaan humare gird baithi thhi, unki aankhein mere har harkat ko dekh rahi thhi.
"Arre Ramu ki beti ko dekh lo," Geeta bua ne hans kar kaha, "Is shehri mehmaan ne to maa ka farz nibha diya."
Maine sar jhuka liya. "Bas... jo banta hai."
"Haan, jo banta hai," Geeta bua ne meri taraf ajeeb si nazar se dekha, "Ramu ke liye bhi."
Kamla ne meri ungliyon ko pakad liya. "Didi... aapko pata hai? Jab se aap aaye ho, Papa pehle se zyada muskurate hain."
Maine haath se mehndi ka cone thoda tight pakda. "Tumhare Papa... bahut ache insaan hain."
"Aur aap?" Kamla ne seedha sawal kar diya. "Kya aapko bhi Papa ache lagte hain?"
Peeche kisi ke kadmon ki aawaz sunai di. Ramu wahin khada tha, ek handiya haldi le kar. "Beti, thodi haldi aur chahiye hogi," usne kaha, lekin uski nazrein mere hothon pe thhi.
Shaam ko jab sab so chuke the, main kitchen mein bachhi hui haldi saaf kar rahi thi. Achanak hawa mein ek khasboo aayi - neem aur mitti ki, Ramu ki khasboo.
"Tumhari ungliyan ab bhi peeli hain," usne kaha, mere bilkul peeche aa kar.
Main ne palat kar nahi dekha. "Haldi ka rang chadha hai."
Usne mere haath pakad liye. "Mere gaon ki auratein kehte hain... haldi ka rang utarna mushkil hota hai."
Mera dil dhadakne laga. "Kyun? Kya karna padega?"
Usne mere haathon ko apne bade, kasar haathon mein liya. "Thoda... zor laga ke ragadna padega."
Uske haathon ki garmi se mere jism mein bijli si daud gayi. "Aap... aapko aata hai?"
"Haan," usne kaha, mere haathon ko apni chhaati se lagate hue, "Tumhari ungliyon ka rang bhi utar doon... aur tumhari saari hichkichahat bhi."
Subah uthi toh dekha haldi ka rang sachmuch nahi utar raha tha. Kamla ne has kar kaha: "Didi, lagta hai aapko gaon chhodna nahi padega ab."
Main ne haath chhupane ki koshish ki. "Kyun? Kya hua?"
"Kyuki haldi ka rang jab tak nahi utarta, dulhan ghar nahi chhod sakti," usne masoomiyat se kaha. "Aur aapne to meri haldi lagayi hai na?"
Ramu wahin khada tha, ek bartan haath mein liye. Usne kuch nahi kaha, lekin uski aankhon ne ek kahani suna di - ek aisi kahani jo na main sun paa rahi thi, na sun na chahti thi.
Mandap ke paas baithi main Kamla ke baal saja rahi thi. Ek mahila ne kaha: "Aap dono ko dekh kar lagta hai jaise maa-beti nahi... balki behen jaise ho."
Kamla ne meri taraf dekha. "Didi... aap yahin reh jaogi na? Shaadi ke baad bhi?"
Maine ek gehri saans li. "Beti... har kisi ki ek apni zindagi hoti hai."
Ramu mandap ke peeche khada tha. Humari nazrein mili. Usne sirf itna kaha: "Haan... aur kabhi kabhi do zindagiyan ek ho jaati hain."
Raat ko jab sab so gaye, main verandah mein baithi chand ko dekh rahi thi. Pata hi nahi chala kab Ramu aakar mere paas baith gaya.
"Tumhare hathon ka rang ab bhi nahi gaya," usne kaha, mere haath utha kar.
Main ne haath kheenchne ki koshish ki. "Jaayega... thode din mein."
Usne meri ungliyon ko apne hothon se chhua. "Main nahi chahta ye rang kabhi utre."
"Kyun?" main ne pucha, dil tez-tez dhadak raha tha.
"Kyuki jab tak ye rang hai," usne kaha, mere haath ko apne gaal se lagate hue, "Tab tak tum yahin ho... meri beti ki maa ki tarah."
Hawa mein bel ke phoolon ki khushboo ghoom rahi thi. Aur hum dono ek aisi sachchai ke saamne the jise na toh hum maan pa rahe the, na jhutla pa rahe the.
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Chapter 4: Chhupaa Rustam
Shaadi ki taiyaariyon ne pure ghar ko rangon aur hungame mein dubo diya tha. Har darwaze pe latakte hue geley kapde hawa mein lehraye ja rahe the, jaise koi badal garaj raha ho. Main kitchen mein Kamla ke saath masale pis rahi thi, sil-batta ki awaaz aur dhaniye ki khushboo hawa mein ghul-mil gaye the.
Kamla ne apne haath rukte hue kaha: "Didi... aapke haath ka swaad bilkul Maa jaisa hai."
Mera dil ek dhadak sa gaya. "Tujhe yaad aati hai unki?"
Usne muskura kar sar hilaaya. "Kabhi kabhi aapke piche se baat karte hue... woh bhi aise hi baal bandhti thi."
Kitchen ka parda hilta hua dikha. Ramu darwaze par khada tha, ek bori aata kandhe pe liye. Uski nazrein mere haathon se hote hue mere chehre tak aakar ruk gayi.
"Haan," usne kaha, aawaz mein ek kasarpan tha. "Tumhari didi ka haath ka swaad... khaas hai."
Kamla bekhudi mein hansi: "Papa bhi yahi keh rahe hain!"
Gaon ke kuein ke paas baithi mahilaon ka hamesha se sabse pasandida kaam tha gup-shup karna. Main Kamla ke saath wahan pahunchi toh sabki nazrein meri shehri salwar-kameez pe tham gayi.
"Arre Kamla! Yeh tumhari sheher wali didi hai na?" Geeta bua ne pucha, unki aankhein chamak rahi thi. "Sunna hai tumhari maa jaisi dikhti hai?"
Kamla ka chehra laal ho gaya. "Haan Geeta bua... thodi si."
Geeta bua ne kaan mein kaha: "Ramu bhaiya ko bhi yahi baat pasand aayi hogi. Uski Rekha bhi aisi hi patli kamar rakhti thi..."
Mere haath se matka thoda fisal gaya, paani ne meri saari ke aanchal ko geela kar diya.
Raat ko neem ke ped ke niche baithi mahilaon ne jab Ramu ko guzarte dekha, unki aankhein chamak uthi.
"Waah aaj kal humare Ramu bhaiya ke chehre pe naya noor hai," ek mahila ne hans kar kaha.
"Haan na? Jaise phir se jawaan ho gaya ho," dusri ne kaha, nazrein mere aur Ramu ke beech daud rahi thi.
Sumitra, jo sabse zyada bold thi, ne mera haath pakad liya. "Beti, hum sab jaante hain Ramu tumhare kamre ke saamne raat bhar kyun ghoomta hai."
Maine haath chhidkaya. "Aisa kuch nahi..."
"Arey humko mat jhutlao!" Usne hans kar kaha. "Woh tumhari aawaz sunne ko tarasta hai. Rekha ke baad kisi aurat ko itni izzat se nahi dekha usne."
Shaam ko maine Ramu ko chhatte ki marammat karte dekha. Paseene se bhiga uska kurta uske shareer se chipak gaya tha. Main darwaze par khadi uske har harkat ko dekhti rahi.
"Kitni der se khade ho?" Usne pucha, bina mudde. "Sharm aa rahi hai andar aane mein?"
Main andar aayi. "Aapki wife... Rekha... kaisi thi?"
Uske haath ruk gaye. "Tum jaise hi thodi na thi. Woh toh gaon ki chulbuli ladki thi. Tum... tum jaise shehron mein milti hain."
Main ne chhatte ke kinare ko chhua, uske haath se sirf ek inch door. "Phir bhi aap mujhe uski yaad dila rahe hain."
Uska hammer zameen pe gir gaya. "Tumhari aadat hai na purani cheeze todne ki? Rekha ki yaad bhi tod dogi?"
Kamla ki aawaz ne humare beech ki hawa ko tod diya. "Papa! Aap kahaan ho?"
Jab woh utha, uska seena mere kandhe se takraya. "Raat ko chand dikhega aaj... tumhari balcony se saaf dikhta hai."
Raat ko main balcony mein khadi chand ko dekh rahi thi. Pata hi nahi chala kab Ramu aakar mere peeche aa khada hua.
"Tumhare baal mein bel ke phool," usne kaha, ek phool ko mere baalon se nikalte hue. "Meri Rekha bhi aise hi bel ke phool lagati thi."
Main ne palat kar nahi dekha. "Main Rekha nahi hoon."
"Haan... tum usse bhi zyada khatarnak ho." Uske haath ne mere baalon ko pakad liya. "Tumhari khushboo... meri neend udaa deti hai."
Hawa ne hum dono ko ek doosre ke aur kareeb dhakel diya. Jaise puri kaaynaat hi chahti ho ki hum ek ho jaayein... bas ek raat ke liye hi sahi.
Shaadi ki taiyaariyon ne pure ghar ko rangon aur hungame mein dubo diya tha. Har darwaze pe latakte hue geley kapde hawa mein lehraye ja rahe the, jaise koi badal garaj raha ho. Main kitchen mein Kamla ke saath masale pis rahi thi, sil-batta ki awaaz aur dhaniye ki khushboo hawa mein ghul-mil gaye the.
Kamla ne apne haath rukte hue kaha: "Didi... aapke haath ka swaad bilkul Maa jaisa hai."
Mera dil ek dhadak sa gaya. "Tujhe yaad aati hai unki?"
Usne muskura kar sar hilaaya. "Kabhi kabhi aapke piche se baat karte hue... woh bhi aise hi baal bandhti thi."
Kitchen ka parda hilta hua dikha. Ramu darwaze par khada tha, ek bori aata kandhe pe liye. Uski nazrein mere haathon se hote hue mere chehre tak aakar ruk gayi.
"Haan," usne kaha, aawaz mein ek kasarpan tha. "Tumhari didi ka haath ka swaad... khaas hai."
Kamla bekhudi mein hansi: "Papa bhi yahi keh rahe hain!"
Gaon ke kuein ke paas baithi mahilaon ka hamesha se sabse pasandida kaam tha gup-shup karna. Main Kamla ke saath wahan pahunchi toh sabki nazrein meri shehri salwar-kameez pe tham gayi.
"Arre Kamla! Yeh tumhari sheher wali didi hai na?" Geeta bua ne pucha, unki aankhein chamak rahi thi. "Sunna hai tumhari maa jaisi dikhti hai?"
Kamla ka chehra laal ho gaya. "Haan Geeta bua... thodi si."
Geeta bua ne kaan mein kaha: "Ramu bhaiya ko bhi yahi baat pasand aayi hogi. Uski Rekha bhi aisi hi patli kamar rakhti thi..."
Mere haath se matka thoda fisal gaya, paani ne meri saari ke aanchal ko geela kar diya.
Raat ko neem ke ped ke niche baithi mahilaon ne jab Ramu ko guzarte dekha, unki aankhein chamak uthi.
"Waah aaj kal humare Ramu bhaiya ke chehre pe naya noor hai," ek mahila ne hans kar kaha.
"Haan na? Jaise phir se jawaan ho gaya ho," dusri ne kaha, nazrein mere aur Ramu ke beech daud rahi thi.
Sumitra, jo sabse zyada bold thi, ne mera haath pakad liya. "Beti, hum sab jaante hain Ramu tumhare kamre ke saamne raat bhar kyun ghoomta hai."
Maine haath chhidkaya. "Aisa kuch nahi..."
"Arey humko mat jhutlao!" Usne hans kar kaha. "Woh tumhari aawaz sunne ko tarasta hai. Rekha ke baad kisi aurat ko itni izzat se nahi dekha usne."
Shaam ko maine Ramu ko chhatte ki marammat karte dekha. Paseene se bhiga uska kurta uske shareer se chipak gaya tha. Main darwaze par khadi uske har harkat ko dekhti rahi.
"Kitni der se khade ho?" Usne pucha, bina mudde. "Sharm aa rahi hai andar aane mein?"
Main andar aayi. "Aapki wife... Rekha... kaisi thi?"
Uske haath ruk gaye. "Tum jaise hi thodi na thi. Woh toh gaon ki chulbuli ladki thi. Tum... tum jaise shehron mein milti hain."
Main ne chhatte ke kinare ko chhua, uske haath se sirf ek inch door. "Phir bhi aap mujhe uski yaad dila rahe hain."
Uska hammer zameen pe gir gaya. "Tumhari aadat hai na purani cheeze todne ki? Rekha ki yaad bhi tod dogi?"
Kamla ki aawaz ne humare beech ki hawa ko tod diya. "Papa! Aap kahaan ho?"
Jab woh utha, uska seena mere kandhe se takraya. "Raat ko chand dikhega aaj... tumhari balcony se saaf dikhta hai."
Raat ko main balcony mein khadi chand ko dekh rahi thi. Pata hi nahi chala kab Ramu aakar mere peeche aa khada hua.
"Tumhare baal mein bel ke phool," usne kaha, ek phool ko mere baalon se nikalte hue. "Meri Rekha bhi aise hi bel ke phool lagati thi."
Main ne palat kar nahi dekha. "Main Rekha nahi hoon."
"Haan... tum usse bhi zyada khatarnak ho." Uske haath ne mere baalon ko pakad liya. "Tumhari khushboo... meri neend udaa deti hai."
Hawa ne hum dono ko ek doosre ke aur kareeb dhakel diya. Jaise puri kaaynaat hi chahti ho ki hum ek ho jaayein... bas ek raat ke liye hi sahi.
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Chapter 5: Purane Janam Ka Rishta
Baarish ke baad gaon ki sarak ka pani aaine ki tarah chamak raha tha, jisme mere udaas chehre ka aks dikh raha tha. Main kamre ki khidki se bahar dekhti hui thi, baarish ke boondon ka geela panno se girna, jaise meri aankhon se aansuon ki boondein gir rahi hon. Ramu ki chai ki khushboo abhi bhi mere haathon se chipki hui thi, kal raat jab usne meri ungliyon ko apne kasar haathon mein liya tha...
Mandir ki ghanti baji toh main ne jhuk kar shivling ke saamne matha tekne lagi. Panditji ne poocha: "Beti, aaj tumhare chehre pe itni bechaini kyun hai?"
Main ne apni jasmine ki mala ko pakarte hue kaha: "Kuch... kuch samajh nahi aa raha Panditji."
"Jab mann aur dharma ladte hain," unhone gehraai se kaha, "tab hi aise chehre bante hain."
Peeche kisi ke kadmon ki aawaz sunai di. Main ne palat kar nahi dekha, lekin jism ki har santaan ne pehchaan liya - Ramu tha woh. Uske paan ki khushboo hawa mein ghul gayi.
"Shiva ne bhi apni patni ko doosre janam mein dhoondha tha," usne kaha, mere bagal mein prasad rakhte hue. Hamare haath ek pal ko takraaye, jaise do nadiyon ka sangam ho.
Main ne shivling ko dekhte hue pucha: "Aapko bhi apni biwi... kya doosre janam mein dhoondhni hai?"
Usne der se jawab diya: "Main toh issi janam mein mil gayi hoon."
Panditji ki bhaunken aankhen hum dono ke beech ghoom kar wapas shivling pe jakar tham gayi.
Subah ka suraj jab tak kitchen ki khidki se andar aata, main aate ko goonth kar rotiyaan bel rahi thi. Kamla doodh garam kar rahi thi, uski nazrein mere haathon pe thi.
"Didi, aapke haath ka swaad aaj aur bhi gehra ho gaya hai!" Usne hawa mein soonghte hue kaha. "Aur aapmein... koi nayi khushboo hai?"
Meri ungliyon ne roti ka aata zor se dabaya. "Sab tumhari shaadi ki khushi hai beti."
Kamla hansi: "Papa bhi aaj bahut khush lag rahe hain. Jaise unki koi purani dard door ho gayi ho."
Meri chakla belne ki chakki haath se fisal kar gir gayi. "Aaaaah!"
Ramu darwaze par khada tha, ek pal mein mere paas aakar mere haath ko pakad liya. "Kya hua?"
Uske haath ki garmi ne meri rag rag mein aag laga di. "Kuch nahi... bas thoda sa garam ho gaya."
Usne meri ungli ko apne hothon se chhua, uski daarhi mere hathon ko chubh rahi thi. "Gaon ki auratein sab dekh leti hain... tumhari jalan bhi."
Main ne apna haath jhatak kar wapas le liya. "Main nahi jalti."
Usne hans kar kaha, aankhein mere hothon pe gadi hui: "Haan... tum toh khud aag ho."
Raat ke andhere mein jab ghar so gaya tha, main Ramu ke kamre ke darwaze par khadi thi. Hawa mein bel ke phoolon ki khushboo thi aur koi ullu door se pukaar raha tha.
"Ankhon se pooch lo... haathon se mat poocho," maa ki yaad dilaati hui aawaz mere dimaag mein goonj uthi.
Darwaza khulta hi uski saans ki garmi mere chehre se takraayi. Woh towel mein lipta hua tha, sirf nafsi nafsi si jagaon se uska kasar jism dikh raha tha.
"Mmm..." Uska ek hi sound tha, jisme saari baatein chhupi hui thi.
Charpai ke taar chingar kiye ja rahe the jab usne mujhe apne seene se chipka liya. Uski chhaati pe baal mere gaal ko chubh rahe the, jaise koi khat likh raha ho.
"Tight..." Usne mere kaan mein karraaya, ek dum se andar ghusta hua. "Jaise... jaise mera hi ghar ho."
Main ne apni taangen uski kamar pe jakar kas li, har dhakke ke saath uski saans tez hoti ja rahi thi. Charpai ki awaaz gaon ki chup ko cheer rahi thi, lekin humein koi farq nahi pad raha tha.
Subah ki pehli kirne se pehle main uski baahon se nikalne lagi. Usne neend mein hi meri kalai pakad li.
"Subah ho gayi?" Usne neend bhari aawaz mein pucha.
Main ne jawab nahi diya. Bas ek chhoti si chumbi uske hothon pe rakh kar bahar nikal gayi.
Kamla kitchen mein mili. "Didi, aapke baal..." Usne meri ulti hue zulfein santwane lagi. "Aur aapke gale pe..."
Main ne jaldi se dupatta kheench kar gale ko dhak liya. Woh muskura di, jaise sab samajh gayi ho. "Papa aaj bahut der tak sote rahe. Aisa lagta hai unko aaram mil gaya ho."
Meri aankhein bhar aayi. "Haan beti... sabko aaram milna chahiye."
Mandir ke andar ki dhoop mein main shivling ke saamne jhuki hui thi. Aankhen band karte hi bas ek hi tasveer thi - Ramu ka paseene se latpat jism mere upar...
"Maa... yeh paap hai kya?" Main ne pucha, aankhon se aansuon ki boondein shivling pe girte hue. "Main shaadi shuda hoon... phir bhi yeh rishta purane janam ka lagta hai?"
Peeche patton ki sar-sarahat hui. Ramu khada tha, ek phool haath mein liye.
"Tumhari puja adhuri reh gayi," usne kaha, mere bagal mein prasad rakhte hue. Uske haath mere kandhe pe thoda der tak ruke.
Main ne shivling ko dekha. "Aapko bhi apni biwi... kya doosre janam mein dhoondhni hai?"
Usne der se jawab diya: "Main toh issi janam mein mil gayi hoon."
Panditji ki aankhen hum pe thodi der tik kar phir shivling pe chali gayi. Jaise bhagwan bhi humari majboori samajh gaye hon.
Baarish ke baad gaon ki sarak ka pani aaine ki tarah chamak raha tha, jisme mere udaas chehre ka aks dikh raha tha. Main kamre ki khidki se bahar dekhti hui thi, baarish ke boondon ka geela panno se girna, jaise meri aankhon se aansuon ki boondein gir rahi hon. Ramu ki chai ki khushboo abhi bhi mere haathon se chipki hui thi, kal raat jab usne meri ungliyon ko apne kasar haathon mein liya tha...
Mandir ki ghanti baji toh main ne jhuk kar shivling ke saamne matha tekne lagi. Panditji ne poocha: "Beti, aaj tumhare chehre pe itni bechaini kyun hai?"
Main ne apni jasmine ki mala ko pakarte hue kaha: "Kuch... kuch samajh nahi aa raha Panditji."
"Jab mann aur dharma ladte hain," unhone gehraai se kaha, "tab hi aise chehre bante hain."
Peeche kisi ke kadmon ki aawaz sunai di. Main ne palat kar nahi dekha, lekin jism ki har santaan ne pehchaan liya - Ramu tha woh. Uske paan ki khushboo hawa mein ghul gayi.
"Shiva ne bhi apni patni ko doosre janam mein dhoondha tha," usne kaha, mere bagal mein prasad rakhte hue. Hamare haath ek pal ko takraaye, jaise do nadiyon ka sangam ho.
Main ne shivling ko dekhte hue pucha: "Aapko bhi apni biwi... kya doosre janam mein dhoondhni hai?"
Usne der se jawab diya: "Main toh issi janam mein mil gayi hoon."
Panditji ki bhaunken aankhen hum dono ke beech ghoom kar wapas shivling pe jakar tham gayi.
Subah ka suraj jab tak kitchen ki khidki se andar aata, main aate ko goonth kar rotiyaan bel rahi thi. Kamla doodh garam kar rahi thi, uski nazrein mere haathon pe thi.
"Didi, aapke haath ka swaad aaj aur bhi gehra ho gaya hai!" Usne hawa mein soonghte hue kaha. "Aur aapmein... koi nayi khushboo hai?"
Meri ungliyon ne roti ka aata zor se dabaya. "Sab tumhari shaadi ki khushi hai beti."
Kamla hansi: "Papa bhi aaj bahut khush lag rahe hain. Jaise unki koi purani dard door ho gayi ho."
Meri chakla belne ki chakki haath se fisal kar gir gayi. "Aaaaah!"
Ramu darwaze par khada tha, ek pal mein mere paas aakar mere haath ko pakad liya. "Kya hua?"
Uske haath ki garmi ne meri rag rag mein aag laga di. "Kuch nahi... bas thoda sa garam ho gaya."
Usne meri ungli ko apne hothon se chhua, uski daarhi mere hathon ko chubh rahi thi. "Gaon ki auratein sab dekh leti hain... tumhari jalan bhi."
Main ne apna haath jhatak kar wapas le liya. "Main nahi jalti."
Usne hans kar kaha, aankhein mere hothon pe gadi hui: "Haan... tum toh khud aag ho."
Raat ke andhere mein jab ghar so gaya tha, main Ramu ke kamre ke darwaze par khadi thi. Hawa mein bel ke phoolon ki khushboo thi aur koi ullu door se pukaar raha tha.
"Ankhon se pooch lo... haathon se mat poocho," maa ki yaad dilaati hui aawaz mere dimaag mein goonj uthi.
Darwaza khulta hi uski saans ki garmi mere chehre se takraayi. Woh towel mein lipta hua tha, sirf nafsi nafsi si jagaon se uska kasar jism dikh raha tha.
"Mmm..." Uska ek hi sound tha, jisme saari baatein chhupi hui thi.
Charpai ke taar chingar kiye ja rahe the jab usne mujhe apne seene se chipka liya. Uski chhaati pe baal mere gaal ko chubh rahe the, jaise koi khat likh raha ho.
"Tight..." Usne mere kaan mein karraaya, ek dum se andar ghusta hua. "Jaise... jaise mera hi ghar ho."
Main ne apni taangen uski kamar pe jakar kas li, har dhakke ke saath uski saans tez hoti ja rahi thi. Charpai ki awaaz gaon ki chup ko cheer rahi thi, lekin humein koi farq nahi pad raha tha.
Subah ki pehli kirne se pehle main uski baahon se nikalne lagi. Usne neend mein hi meri kalai pakad li.
"Subah ho gayi?" Usne neend bhari aawaz mein pucha.
Main ne jawab nahi diya. Bas ek chhoti si chumbi uske hothon pe rakh kar bahar nikal gayi.
Kamla kitchen mein mili. "Didi, aapke baal..." Usne meri ulti hue zulfein santwane lagi. "Aur aapke gale pe..."
Main ne jaldi se dupatta kheench kar gale ko dhak liya. Woh muskura di, jaise sab samajh gayi ho. "Papa aaj bahut der tak sote rahe. Aisa lagta hai unko aaram mil gaya ho."
Meri aankhein bhar aayi. "Haan beti... sabko aaram milna chahiye."
Mandir ke andar ki dhoop mein main shivling ke saamne jhuki hui thi. Aankhen band karte hi bas ek hi tasveer thi - Ramu ka paseene se latpat jism mere upar...
"Maa... yeh paap hai kya?" Main ne pucha, aankhon se aansuon ki boondein shivling pe girte hue. "Main shaadi shuda hoon... phir bhi yeh rishta purane janam ka lagta hai?"
Peeche patton ki sar-sarahat hui. Ramu khada tha, ek phool haath mein liye.
"Tumhari puja adhuri reh gayi," usne kaha, mere bagal mein prasad rakhte hue. Uske haath mere kandhe pe thoda der tak ruke.
Main ne shivling ko dekha. "Aapko bhi apni biwi... kya doosre janam mein dhoondhni hai?"
Usne der se jawab diya: "Main toh issi janam mein mil gayi hoon."
Panditji ki aankhen hum pe thodi der tik kar phir shivling pe chali gayi. Jaise bhagwan bhi humari majboori samajh gaye hon.
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Chapter 6: Andar Ki Aag
Haldi rasam ke baad ghar mein ek ajib si khushboo faili hui thi - haldi, chandan aur ghee ki mili-juli mahak jo har saans ke saath andar utar rahi thi. Main verandah ke charpayi pe baithi Kamla ke liye mehndi laga rahi thi, hawa mein bel ke phoolon ki khushboo aur dhoop ki garmi ka mila-jula asar tha. Kamla ki ungliyon mein mehndi geeli hi thi jab usne achanak pucha:
"Didi... kabhi socha tha aap meri Maa ki jagah pe honge?"
Meri ungliyon ka mehndi cone thoda thar-tharaya. "Nahi... par ab lagta hai jaise main hamesha se yahin thi."
Peeche kisi ke kadmon ki aawaz ne humari baat ka silsila toda. Ramu darwaze par khada tha, ek daba haldi haath mein liye hue. Uski nazrein seedhi meri aankhon se takraayi, phir mere hothon pe tham gayi.
"Beti, thodi haldi aur chahiye hogi," usne kaha, lekin uski aawaz mein woh kasarpan tha jo har baar mere jism mein bijli daudaa deta tha.
Raat ke kare andhere mein kitchen ka diya jalta hua tha. Main chai ki pateeli ko chamach maar rahi thi ki achanak peeche se ek garm saans meri gardan pe mehsoos hui.
"Tumhari ungliyan ab bhi peeli hain," Ramu ne kaha, itni kareeb se ki uski daarhi mere nange kandhe ko chubh rahi thi.
Main ne palat kar nahi dekha. "Haldi ka rang chadha hai."
Usne mere dono haathon ko apne bade, kasar haathon mein liya. "Mere gaon mein kehte hain... haldi ka rang utarna mushkil hota hai."
Mera dil dhadakne laga. "Toh... kya karna padega?"
Usne mere haathon ko apni chhaati se lagaya, itni zor se ki main uski dhadkan mehsoos kar sakti thi. "Thoda... zor se ragadna padega."
Mere jism mein aag si lag gayi. "Aapko... aata hai?"
"Haan," usne kaha, mere haathon ko neeche le jaate hue, "Tumhari ungliyon ka rang bhi utar doonga... aur tumhari saari hichkichahat bhi."
Subah uthi toh dekha haldi ka rang sachmuch nahi utar raha tha. Kamla ne hans kar kaha: "Didi, lagta hai aapko gaon chhodna nahi padega ab."
Main ne haath chhupane ki koshish ki. "Kyun? Kya hua?"
"Kyuki haldi ka rang jab tak nahi utarta, dulhan ghar nahi chhod sakti," usne masoomiyat se kaha. "Aur aapne to meri haldi lagayi hai na?"
Ramu wahin khada tha, ek bartan haath mein liye. Usne kuch nahi kaha, lekin uski aankhon ne ek kahani suna di - ek aisi kahani jo na main sun paa rahi thi, na sun na chahti thi.
Raat ke andhere mein main Ramu ke kamre ke darwaze par khadi thi. Hawa mein bel ke phoolon ki khushboo thi aur koi ullu door se pukaar raha tha.
"Ankhon se pooch lo... haathon se mat poocho," maa ki yaad dilaati hui aawaz mere dimaag mein goonj uthi.
Darwaza khulta hi uski saans ki garmi mere chehre se takraayi. Woh towel mein lipta hua tha, sirf nafsi nafsi si jagaon se uska kasar jism dikh raha tha.
"Mmm..." Uska ek hi sound tha, jisme saari baatein chhupi hui thi.
Charpai ke taar chingar kiye ja rahe the jab usne mujhe apne seene se chipka liya. Uski chhaati pe baal mere gaal ko chubh rahe the, jaise koi khat likh raha ho.
"Tight..." Usne mere kaan mein karraaya, ek dum se andar ghusta hua. "Jaise... jaise mera hi ghar ho."
Main ne apni taangen uski kamar pe jakar kas li, har dhakke ke saath uski saans tez hoti ja rahi thi. Charpai ki awaaz gaon ki chup ko cheer rahi thi, lekin humein koi farq nahi pad raha tha.
Subah ki pehli kirne se pehle main uski baahon se nikalne lagi. Usne neend mein hi meri kalai pakad li.
"Subah ho gayi?" Usne neend bhari aawaz mein pucha.
Main ne jawab nahi diya. Bas ek chhoti si chumbi uske hothon pe rakh kar bahar nikal gayi.
Kamla kitchen mein mili. "Didi, aapke baal..." Usne meri ulti hue zulfein santwane lagi. "Aur aapke gale pe..."
Main ne jaldi se dupatta kheench kar gale ko dhak liya. Woh muskura di, jaise sab samajh gayi ho. "Papa aaj bahut der tak sote rahe. Aisa lagta hai unko aaram mil gaya ho."
Meri aankhein bhar aayi. "Haan beti... sabko aaram milna chahiye."
Mandir ke andar ki dhoop mein main shivling ke saamne jhuki hui thi. Aankhen band karte hi bas ek hi tasveer thi - Ramu ka paseene se latpat jism mere upar...
"Maa... yeh paap hai kya?" Main ne pucha, aankhon se aansuon ki boondein shivling pe girte hue. "Main shaadi shuda hoon... phir bhi yeh rishta purane janam ka lagta hai?"
Peeche patton ki sar-sarahat hui. Ramu khada tha, ek phool haath mein liye.
"Tumhari puja adhuri reh gayi," usne kaha, mere bagal mein prasad rakhte hue. Uske haath mere kandhe pe thoda der tak ruke.
Main ne shivling ko dekha. "Aapko bhi apni biwi... kya doosre janam mein dhoondhni hai?"
Usne der se jawab diya: "Mujhe toh issi janam mein mil gayi hai."
Panditji ki aankhen hum pe thodi der tik kar phir shivling pe chali gayi. Jaise bhagwan bhi humari majboori samajh gaye hon.
Haldi rasam ke baad ghar mein ek ajib si khushboo faili hui thi - haldi, chandan aur ghee ki mili-juli mahak jo har saans ke saath andar utar rahi thi. Main verandah ke charpayi pe baithi Kamla ke liye mehndi laga rahi thi, hawa mein bel ke phoolon ki khushboo aur dhoop ki garmi ka mila-jula asar tha. Kamla ki ungliyon mein mehndi geeli hi thi jab usne achanak pucha:
"Didi... kabhi socha tha aap meri Maa ki jagah pe honge?"
Meri ungliyon ka mehndi cone thoda thar-tharaya. "Nahi... par ab lagta hai jaise main hamesha se yahin thi."
Peeche kisi ke kadmon ki aawaz ne humari baat ka silsila toda. Ramu darwaze par khada tha, ek daba haldi haath mein liye hue. Uski nazrein seedhi meri aankhon se takraayi, phir mere hothon pe tham gayi.
"Beti, thodi haldi aur chahiye hogi," usne kaha, lekin uski aawaz mein woh kasarpan tha jo har baar mere jism mein bijli daudaa deta tha.
Raat ke kare andhere mein kitchen ka diya jalta hua tha. Main chai ki pateeli ko chamach maar rahi thi ki achanak peeche se ek garm saans meri gardan pe mehsoos hui.
"Tumhari ungliyan ab bhi peeli hain," Ramu ne kaha, itni kareeb se ki uski daarhi mere nange kandhe ko chubh rahi thi.
Main ne palat kar nahi dekha. "Haldi ka rang chadha hai."
Usne mere dono haathon ko apne bade, kasar haathon mein liya. "Mere gaon mein kehte hain... haldi ka rang utarna mushkil hota hai."
Mera dil dhadakne laga. "Toh... kya karna padega?"
Usne mere haathon ko apni chhaati se lagaya, itni zor se ki main uski dhadkan mehsoos kar sakti thi. "Thoda... zor se ragadna padega."
Mere jism mein aag si lag gayi. "Aapko... aata hai?"
"Haan," usne kaha, mere haathon ko neeche le jaate hue, "Tumhari ungliyon ka rang bhi utar doonga... aur tumhari saari hichkichahat bhi."
Subah uthi toh dekha haldi ka rang sachmuch nahi utar raha tha. Kamla ne hans kar kaha: "Didi, lagta hai aapko gaon chhodna nahi padega ab."
Main ne haath chhupane ki koshish ki. "Kyun? Kya hua?"
"Kyuki haldi ka rang jab tak nahi utarta, dulhan ghar nahi chhod sakti," usne masoomiyat se kaha. "Aur aapne to meri haldi lagayi hai na?"
Ramu wahin khada tha, ek bartan haath mein liye. Usne kuch nahi kaha, lekin uski aankhon ne ek kahani suna di - ek aisi kahani jo na main sun paa rahi thi, na sun na chahti thi.
Raat ke andhere mein main Ramu ke kamre ke darwaze par khadi thi. Hawa mein bel ke phoolon ki khushboo thi aur koi ullu door se pukaar raha tha.
"Ankhon se pooch lo... haathon se mat poocho," maa ki yaad dilaati hui aawaz mere dimaag mein goonj uthi.
Darwaza khulta hi uski saans ki garmi mere chehre se takraayi. Woh towel mein lipta hua tha, sirf nafsi nafsi si jagaon se uska kasar jism dikh raha tha.
"Mmm..." Uska ek hi sound tha, jisme saari baatein chhupi hui thi.
Charpai ke taar chingar kiye ja rahe the jab usne mujhe apne seene se chipka liya. Uski chhaati pe baal mere gaal ko chubh rahe the, jaise koi khat likh raha ho.
"Tight..." Usne mere kaan mein karraaya, ek dum se andar ghusta hua. "Jaise... jaise mera hi ghar ho."
Main ne apni taangen uski kamar pe jakar kas li, har dhakke ke saath uski saans tez hoti ja rahi thi. Charpai ki awaaz gaon ki chup ko cheer rahi thi, lekin humein koi farq nahi pad raha tha.
Subah ki pehli kirne se pehle main uski baahon se nikalne lagi. Usne neend mein hi meri kalai pakad li.
"Subah ho gayi?" Usne neend bhari aawaz mein pucha.
Main ne jawab nahi diya. Bas ek chhoti si chumbi uske hothon pe rakh kar bahar nikal gayi.
Kamla kitchen mein mili. "Didi, aapke baal..." Usne meri ulti hue zulfein santwane lagi. "Aur aapke gale pe..."
Main ne jaldi se dupatta kheench kar gale ko dhak liya. Woh muskura di, jaise sab samajh gayi ho. "Papa aaj bahut der tak sote rahe. Aisa lagta hai unko aaram mil gaya ho."
Meri aankhein bhar aayi. "Haan beti... sabko aaram milna chahiye."
Mandir ke andar ki dhoop mein main shivling ke saamne jhuki hui thi. Aankhen band karte hi bas ek hi tasveer thi - Ramu ka paseene se latpat jism mere upar...
"Maa... yeh paap hai kya?" Main ne pucha, aankhon se aansuon ki boondein shivling pe girte hue. "Main shaadi shuda hoon... phir bhi yeh rishta purane janam ka lagta hai?"
Peeche patton ki sar-sarahat hui. Ramu khada tha, ek phool haath mein liye.
"Tumhari puja adhuri reh gayi," usne kaha, mere bagal mein prasad rakhte hue. Uske haath mere kandhe pe thoda der tak ruke.
Main ne shivling ko dekha. "Aapko bhi apni biwi... kya doosre janam mein dhoondhni hai?"
Usne der se jawab diya: "Mujhe toh issi janam mein mil gayi hai."
Panditji ki aankhen hum pe thodi der tik kar phir shivling pe chali gayi. Jaise bhagwan bhi humari majboori samajh gaye hon.
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Chapter 7: Rasmon Ka Jaal
Haldi Ceremony - Subah Ki Pehli Kiran
Neem ke pedon se chhantti hui subah ki pehli dhoop mein main haldi aur chandan ko pis rahi thi, sil-batta ki thap-thap ki awaaz gaon ki shaant hawa mein goonj rahi thi. Kamla mere saamne peeli lehenge mein baithi thi, uski ungliyaan apne embroidery ke phoolon ko bechaini se chho rahi thi. Gaon ki auratein piche baithi "Goriya chura na mora jiya..." geet ga rahi thi.
"Didi... aapke haath ki haldi ka rang kitna gehra hai," Kamla ne kaha, meri ungliyon ko dekhte hue jo nariyal ke tel mein haldi ko ghool rahi thi. "Jaise... jaise Maa khud mere chehre ko chho rahi hon."
Mere haath thoda sa kaanp gaye jab main uske gaal pe soneli haldi ka tilak lagane lagi. "Teri Maa tujhe aashirwaad de rahi hai mere haathon se, Kamla."
Peeche ek parchhayi hili. Ramu darwaze mein khada tha, uski safed kurta ke khule collar se uska kasar seena dikh raha tha. Humari nazrein mili, aur ek pal ke liye aisa laga jaise saari duniya tham si gayi ho.
"Papa..." Kamla ne palat kar muskura di, humare beech ki bijli ko mehsoos kiye bina. "Dekho Didi ne Maa ki tarah meri haldi lagayi!"
Ramu ka gala hilta hua dikha. "Haan beti... bahut khoob lag rahi hai." Lekin uski jalti hui nazrein jo keh rahi thi woh mere kaanon tak pahunch gayi - Tum bhi khoob lag rahi ho.
Mehndi Ki Raat - Aam Ke Ped Ke Niche
Latke hue lanternon ki laal-roshni mein main Kamla ki ungliyon pe mehndi se phool bana rahi thi. Mehndi cone mere haathon mein thar-thara raha tha, jaise meri dhadkanon ki tarah. Hawa mein chameli aur paseene ki khushboo mili hui thi.
"Didi... kabhi socha tha aap meri Maa ki jagah pe honge?" Kamla ke masoom sawal ne mere haath ko thoda rok diya.
Mehndi ki lakeer tedhi ho gayi. "Nahi... par ab lagta hai jaise main hamesha se yahin thi."
Kone mein Ramu gajre lapetne ka bahana kar raha tha, lekin uski nazrein mere hothon pe thi. Kamla ne bekhauf aage kaha:
"Shaadi ke baad jab main chali jaungi... Papa bilkul akela ho jayenge." Uska gala bhar aaya. "Agar aap..."
"Chup," main ne jaldi se kaha, mera angutha ek phool ko bigad gaya. "Aaj khushi ka din hai."
Lekin jo baat adhuri reh gayi woh hawa mein latak gayi - Agar aap reh jaati...
Ramu ne tezi se palat kar peeche hat liya, uske chaudhe kandhe kas gaye.
Sindoor Ka Lamha - Jo Chhup Na Saka
Shaadi ki bheed mein main puja thali saja rahi thi, mera silk saree paseene se chipak raha tha. Ramu mere bagal mein aakar khada hua, jab hum dono ne ek saath sindoor dabbe ki taraf haath badhaya.
Uske kasar haath ne mere naram haathon ko daboch liya. Ek jhatka sa mere jism mein daud gaya.
"Yeh... patni ko dena hota hai," usne ghanpte hue kaha, uska angutha meri ungliyon pe ghoom raha tha.
Duniya sirf us ek lamhe tak seemit ho gayi. "Main... main toh bas madad kar rahi thi."
"Haan?" Usne mere kaan ke paas jhuk kar kaha, sindoor ka bahana karte hue. "Tumhari mann ki baat keh rahe ho... ya jo tumhare haathon ne meri beti ko maa ka ashirwaad diya hai?"
Kamla ki aawaz ne humare beech ki hawa ko cheer diya. "Didi! Sindoor chahiye!"
Hum ek dum alag hue, sindoor dabba zameen pe gir kar laal rang ki lehar sa faila diya - jaise mere gaalon ka laal rang.
Dooriyan - Dard Bhari Khamoshi
Agle kuch dino mein Ramu jaise sahil se hat-ta hua samandar ho gaya. Subah suraj nikalne se pehle hi nikal jaata, shaam ko andhere tak kaam karta aur zaroorat se zyada baat nahi karta.
"Papa aaj kal kyun itna chup hain?" Kamla ne shaam ko phoolon ki mala peethte hue pucha.
Main ne genda ke phoolon ko dekhte hue kaha: "Shaadi ki fikr hogi."
"Nahi Didi..." Usne ganth ko thoda zor se bandha. "Jab se aapne us din sindoor chhuda... tab se aise hain."
Meri saans andar hi reh gayi. Kya humara woh pal itna zaahir tha?
Usi raat main ne kue ke paas use rok liya. "Kya maine kuch galat kiya?"
Chandni uske paththar jaishe chehre pe kheench rahi thi. "Tum galat nahi ho... par hum dono ki jagah bhi nahi."
"Kyun?" Yeh lafz mere hothon se nikal gaya.
Uska jabda hilta hua dikha. "Kyuki agar tumhare haath mein sindoor dekhta rahoon... toh phir shaadi ke baad tumhe jaane kaise doonga?"
Andar Ki Aag - Raat Ke Iqraraat
Akele kamre mein main ne apni ungliyon pe lage sindoor ke nishaan ko chhua. Bahar mandap taya tha, uske murjhaye hue phool jaise mere irade the.
Har lamha use chah rahi thi - uska kasar jism, uske zakhm, uski saans ki garmi...
"Paap hai yeh..." Main ne andhere se kaha.
Lekin jab main ne aankhein band ki, toh sirf uska chehra dikha - aur uski bhari hui aawaz:
*"Ek baar haan keh do... saari rasmein hum dono nibhayenge."
Aur bhagwan ki kasam - main kehna chahti thi haan.
Haldi Ceremony - Subah Ki Pehli Kiran
Neem ke pedon se chhantti hui subah ki pehli dhoop mein main haldi aur chandan ko pis rahi thi, sil-batta ki thap-thap ki awaaz gaon ki shaant hawa mein goonj rahi thi. Kamla mere saamne peeli lehenge mein baithi thi, uski ungliyaan apne embroidery ke phoolon ko bechaini se chho rahi thi. Gaon ki auratein piche baithi "Goriya chura na mora jiya..." geet ga rahi thi.
"Didi... aapke haath ki haldi ka rang kitna gehra hai," Kamla ne kaha, meri ungliyon ko dekhte hue jo nariyal ke tel mein haldi ko ghool rahi thi. "Jaise... jaise Maa khud mere chehre ko chho rahi hon."
Mere haath thoda sa kaanp gaye jab main uske gaal pe soneli haldi ka tilak lagane lagi. "Teri Maa tujhe aashirwaad de rahi hai mere haathon se, Kamla."
Peeche ek parchhayi hili. Ramu darwaze mein khada tha, uski safed kurta ke khule collar se uska kasar seena dikh raha tha. Humari nazrein mili, aur ek pal ke liye aisa laga jaise saari duniya tham si gayi ho.
"Papa..." Kamla ne palat kar muskura di, humare beech ki bijli ko mehsoos kiye bina. "Dekho Didi ne Maa ki tarah meri haldi lagayi!"
Ramu ka gala hilta hua dikha. "Haan beti... bahut khoob lag rahi hai." Lekin uski jalti hui nazrein jo keh rahi thi woh mere kaanon tak pahunch gayi - Tum bhi khoob lag rahi ho.
Mehndi Ki Raat - Aam Ke Ped Ke Niche
Latke hue lanternon ki laal-roshni mein main Kamla ki ungliyon pe mehndi se phool bana rahi thi. Mehndi cone mere haathon mein thar-thara raha tha, jaise meri dhadkanon ki tarah. Hawa mein chameli aur paseene ki khushboo mili hui thi.
"Didi... kabhi socha tha aap meri Maa ki jagah pe honge?" Kamla ke masoom sawal ne mere haath ko thoda rok diya.
Mehndi ki lakeer tedhi ho gayi. "Nahi... par ab lagta hai jaise main hamesha se yahin thi."
Kone mein Ramu gajre lapetne ka bahana kar raha tha, lekin uski nazrein mere hothon pe thi. Kamla ne bekhauf aage kaha:
"Shaadi ke baad jab main chali jaungi... Papa bilkul akela ho jayenge." Uska gala bhar aaya. "Agar aap..."
"Chup," main ne jaldi se kaha, mera angutha ek phool ko bigad gaya. "Aaj khushi ka din hai."
Lekin jo baat adhuri reh gayi woh hawa mein latak gayi - Agar aap reh jaati...
Ramu ne tezi se palat kar peeche hat liya, uske chaudhe kandhe kas gaye.
Sindoor Ka Lamha - Jo Chhup Na Saka
Shaadi ki bheed mein main puja thali saja rahi thi, mera silk saree paseene se chipak raha tha. Ramu mere bagal mein aakar khada hua, jab hum dono ne ek saath sindoor dabbe ki taraf haath badhaya.
Uske kasar haath ne mere naram haathon ko daboch liya. Ek jhatka sa mere jism mein daud gaya.
"Yeh... patni ko dena hota hai," usne ghanpte hue kaha, uska angutha meri ungliyon pe ghoom raha tha.
Duniya sirf us ek lamhe tak seemit ho gayi. "Main... main toh bas madad kar rahi thi."
"Haan?" Usne mere kaan ke paas jhuk kar kaha, sindoor ka bahana karte hue. "Tumhari mann ki baat keh rahe ho... ya jo tumhare haathon ne meri beti ko maa ka ashirwaad diya hai?"
Kamla ki aawaz ne humare beech ki hawa ko cheer diya. "Didi! Sindoor chahiye!"
Hum ek dum alag hue, sindoor dabba zameen pe gir kar laal rang ki lehar sa faila diya - jaise mere gaalon ka laal rang.
Dooriyan - Dard Bhari Khamoshi
Agle kuch dino mein Ramu jaise sahil se hat-ta hua samandar ho gaya. Subah suraj nikalne se pehle hi nikal jaata, shaam ko andhere tak kaam karta aur zaroorat se zyada baat nahi karta.
"Papa aaj kal kyun itna chup hain?" Kamla ne shaam ko phoolon ki mala peethte hue pucha.
Main ne genda ke phoolon ko dekhte hue kaha: "Shaadi ki fikr hogi."
"Nahi Didi..." Usne ganth ko thoda zor se bandha. "Jab se aapne us din sindoor chhuda... tab se aise hain."
Meri saans andar hi reh gayi. Kya humara woh pal itna zaahir tha?
Usi raat main ne kue ke paas use rok liya. "Kya maine kuch galat kiya?"
Chandni uske paththar jaishe chehre pe kheench rahi thi. "Tum galat nahi ho... par hum dono ki jagah bhi nahi."
"Kyun?" Yeh lafz mere hothon se nikal gaya.
Uska jabda hilta hua dikha. "Kyuki agar tumhare haath mein sindoor dekhta rahoon... toh phir shaadi ke baad tumhe jaane kaise doonga?"
Andar Ki Aag - Raat Ke Iqraraat
Akele kamre mein main ne apni ungliyon pe lage sindoor ke nishaan ko chhua. Bahar mandap taya tha, uske murjhaye hue phool jaise mere irade the.
Har lamha use chah rahi thi - uska kasar jism, uske zakhm, uski saans ki garmi...
"Paap hai yeh..." Main ne andhere se kaha.
Lekin jab main ne aankhein band ki, toh sirf uska chehra dikha - aur uski bhari hui aawaz:
*"Ek baar haan keh do... saari rasmein hum dono nibhayenge."
Aur bhagwan ki kasam - main kehna chahti thi haan.
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Chapter 8: Chup Chaap Ishq
Pehli Raat - Khamosh Besharmi
Shaadi ke dhol ki aawazein khatam hui thi, ab sirf jhinguron ki mehfil aur mere dil ki dhadkan thi. Ghar mein sab thak kar so chuke the - siwaye mere aur mere andar ke hawas bhare khayalaat. Main Ramu ke kamre ke darwaze par khadi thi, mere nange paaon ki chhap mitti ke thande farsh pe koi awaaz nahi kar rahi thi, lekin mere jism ka har rongteela uski talash mein tha.
"Ankhon se pooch lo... haathon se mat poocho," maa ki nasihath yaad aayi, lekin ab uska koi matlab nahi tha. Main ne darwaza dhalkaya, jaise koi apne naseeb ko khud dawat de raha ho.
Pehli khushboo jo meri naak mein ghusi woh thi uski - paseena, tambaku aur neem ke sabun ka mila-jula asar jo mere jism ko ekdam se geela kar gaya. Chaand ki roshni mein uska shareer charpayi pe pada tha, patti si chadar uske chaudhe seenon se fisal kar neeche latak rahi thi, uska bada sa l@nd apni puri shaan dikha raha tha. Meri saans ruk gayi jab main ne dekha uski aankhein pehle se khuli hui thi, mujhe ghoor rahi thi - jaise koi bhediya apne shikar ko dekhta hai.
Ek shabd bhi nahi bola gaya. Bas ek gehri saans thi jo hum dono ke hothon se nikal kar hawa mein mil gayi.
Zang lagte charpay ki cheekh ke saath main ne purani razai ke neeche sarak liye. Humare jism apne aap ek doosre se mil gaye, jaise judwa tukdon ki tarah. Uske kasar haathon ne mujhe apne seene se chipka liya, meri peeth uski chhaati se itni baandh kar mili ke humari nangi khaaon mein paseena chamakne laga.
"Mmm..." Uske kaanpe hue hothon ne meri gardan ko chhua, uska bada sa l@nd mere thighs ke beech mein apni jagah bana raha tha. "Teri garmi... meri m@ns-p@eshiyon ko bula rahi hai."
Kahi door ek raat ka panchhi bola. Gaon sota raha, be-khabar ki is chhote se kamre mein do jismon ki pyaas bujhi ja rahi thi.
Subah Ki Rasmein - Khushboo Ka Raaz
Murgi ne pehli baar bong nahi di thi jab main Ramu ki baahon se nikalne lagi. Uske neend bhare haath ne meri nangi baahein pakad kar rok li, uska l@nd abhi bhi mere thighs ke beech mein garam aur namm tha.
"Subah ho gayi?" Uski subah ki aawaz aur bhi kasar aur gehri thi, jaise woh razai jo main chhodna chahti thi, uska l@nd mere thighs pe ragad raha tha.
Main ne jawab nahi diya. Shabd ise sach kar dete. Iske bajaye main ne uske daarhi bhare gaal pe ek jhatpat si chumbi di aur kitchen ki taraf bhag gayi, uski khushboo aur uska m@ni mere jism se chipka hua tha.
Kamla ne mujhe aata goonthte hue paya, meri ungliyaan bechaini se kaam kar rahi thi, mere thighs ke beech se abhi bhi uska m@ni tapak raha tha.
"Didi, aaj aapke haath ka swaad aur bhi gehra hai!" Usne hawa mein soonghte hue kaha, "Aur aapmein... koi nayi khushboo hai?"
Mere gaal tabah jal gaye jab main ne pehchana ye Ramu ki khushboo aur uska m@ni dono thi. "Sab tumhari shaadi ki khushi hai beti."
Kamla hansi, doodh ko chamach maar rahi thi. "Papa bhi aaj bahut khush lag rahe hain. Jaise unki koi purani dard door ho gayi ho."
Meri haath se belan fisal kar gir gaya, jaise meri taqat hi chali gayi ho.
Raat Ke Aansu - Khamoshi Mein Ch*dai
Paachvi raat ko jab main Ramu ki chhaati se chipki hui thi, tab ek garm boond mere nange stano pe giri. Phir ek aur.
Meri saans ruk si gayi. Woh ro raha tha. Khamosh aansuon mein - apni khoi hui biwi ke liye, jis beti ko woh jald hi khone wala tha, aur us aurat ke liye jise woh apna nahi sakta tha.
Main ne palat kar uske gehre dard bhare chehre pe har aansu ko apne hothon se pochha. Koi lafz nahi. Koi zaroorat nahi thi. Bas uska l@nd mere andar tha, thoda sa soften hua hua, lekin abhi bhi garam.
Usne meri kamar ko itni kaseer se pakda, jaise main bichhad jaaungi. Humari saansen ek ho gayi thi, uska l@nd mere andar halka sa hil raha tha.
"Yeh..." Uska gala bhar aaya. "Yeh galat nahi hai?"
Main ne uska kasar haath apne dhadakte hue seenon pe rakha. "Jab dil itna sahi keh raha ho... toh hum kyun galat maane?"
Bandh toot gaya.
Uske hoth mere upar gir pade, dasakon ki pyaas lekar. Uske kasar haath mere jism ka naksha banane lage, jaise koi apni aakhri namaaz padh raha ho. Charpay ki cheekh humare beech ki jang ko chup na karwa saki - do toote hue dil ek ho rahe the, uska l@nd mere andar apni aakhri mithas chhod raha tha.
Aakhri Raat - Dard Bhara Alvida
Kal, Kamla apne pati ke saath chali jayegi. Kal, main apni shehri zindagi mein wapas jaaungi. Aaj raat...
Ramu ke haath kaanp rahe the jab usne chaandni mein mere har curve ko chhua, yaadon mein qaid karne ko. Uske hothon ne meri khaal ko pooja, jaise koi pavitra sthal ho - meri gardan ki khokh, stanon ka ubhaar, naaf ki gehrai.
"Yeh sab... mera hai na?" Usne meri janghon ke beech apni daarhi ghis kar kaha, uska l@nd phir se khada ho chuka tha.
Main ne koi shabd nahi kiya, na hi sharm. Bas uski taraf jhuk gayi, apni gili cht uske l@nd ke liye pesh karte hue.
Uska karraana sa jawab mere jism mein goonj gaya jab usne woh liya jo hum dono jaante the hamesha se uska tha - uska bada sa kala l@nd mere andar ghus gaya, pura ka pura. Gaon sota raha jab hum ne ek doosre se chup-chup se ch*dai ki - do doobte hue log jo toofan se pehle aakhri saans baant rahe the.
Subah ki pehli kiran jab aayi, Ramu ne apna maatha mere maathe se lagaya - humare mila-jula aansu aur m*ni hi woh alvida tha jo hum mein se koi bhi bol na saka.
Pehli Raat - Khamosh Besharmi
Shaadi ke dhol ki aawazein khatam hui thi, ab sirf jhinguron ki mehfil aur mere dil ki dhadkan thi. Ghar mein sab thak kar so chuke the - siwaye mere aur mere andar ke hawas bhare khayalaat. Main Ramu ke kamre ke darwaze par khadi thi, mere nange paaon ki chhap mitti ke thande farsh pe koi awaaz nahi kar rahi thi, lekin mere jism ka har rongteela uski talash mein tha.
"Ankhon se pooch lo... haathon se mat poocho," maa ki nasihath yaad aayi, lekin ab uska koi matlab nahi tha. Main ne darwaza dhalkaya, jaise koi apne naseeb ko khud dawat de raha ho.
Pehli khushboo jo meri naak mein ghusi woh thi uski - paseena, tambaku aur neem ke sabun ka mila-jula asar jo mere jism ko ekdam se geela kar gaya. Chaand ki roshni mein uska shareer charpayi pe pada tha, patti si chadar uske chaudhe seenon se fisal kar neeche latak rahi thi, uska bada sa l@nd apni puri shaan dikha raha tha. Meri saans ruk gayi jab main ne dekha uski aankhein pehle se khuli hui thi, mujhe ghoor rahi thi - jaise koi bhediya apne shikar ko dekhta hai.
Ek shabd bhi nahi bola gaya. Bas ek gehri saans thi jo hum dono ke hothon se nikal kar hawa mein mil gayi.
Zang lagte charpay ki cheekh ke saath main ne purani razai ke neeche sarak liye. Humare jism apne aap ek doosre se mil gaye, jaise judwa tukdon ki tarah. Uske kasar haathon ne mujhe apne seene se chipka liya, meri peeth uski chhaati se itni baandh kar mili ke humari nangi khaaon mein paseena chamakne laga.
"Mmm..." Uske kaanpe hue hothon ne meri gardan ko chhua, uska bada sa l@nd mere thighs ke beech mein apni jagah bana raha tha. "Teri garmi... meri m@ns-p@eshiyon ko bula rahi hai."
Kahi door ek raat ka panchhi bola. Gaon sota raha, be-khabar ki is chhote se kamre mein do jismon ki pyaas bujhi ja rahi thi.
Subah Ki Rasmein - Khushboo Ka Raaz
Murgi ne pehli baar bong nahi di thi jab main Ramu ki baahon se nikalne lagi. Uske neend bhare haath ne meri nangi baahein pakad kar rok li, uska l@nd abhi bhi mere thighs ke beech mein garam aur namm tha.
"Subah ho gayi?" Uski subah ki aawaz aur bhi kasar aur gehri thi, jaise woh razai jo main chhodna chahti thi, uska l@nd mere thighs pe ragad raha tha.
Main ne jawab nahi diya. Shabd ise sach kar dete. Iske bajaye main ne uske daarhi bhare gaal pe ek jhatpat si chumbi di aur kitchen ki taraf bhag gayi, uski khushboo aur uska m@ni mere jism se chipka hua tha.
Kamla ne mujhe aata goonthte hue paya, meri ungliyaan bechaini se kaam kar rahi thi, mere thighs ke beech se abhi bhi uska m@ni tapak raha tha.
"Didi, aaj aapke haath ka swaad aur bhi gehra hai!" Usne hawa mein soonghte hue kaha, "Aur aapmein... koi nayi khushboo hai?"
Mere gaal tabah jal gaye jab main ne pehchana ye Ramu ki khushboo aur uska m@ni dono thi. "Sab tumhari shaadi ki khushi hai beti."
Kamla hansi, doodh ko chamach maar rahi thi. "Papa bhi aaj bahut khush lag rahe hain. Jaise unki koi purani dard door ho gayi ho."
Meri haath se belan fisal kar gir gaya, jaise meri taqat hi chali gayi ho.
Raat Ke Aansu - Khamoshi Mein Ch*dai
Paachvi raat ko jab main Ramu ki chhaati se chipki hui thi, tab ek garm boond mere nange stano pe giri. Phir ek aur.
Meri saans ruk si gayi. Woh ro raha tha. Khamosh aansuon mein - apni khoi hui biwi ke liye, jis beti ko woh jald hi khone wala tha, aur us aurat ke liye jise woh apna nahi sakta tha.
Main ne palat kar uske gehre dard bhare chehre pe har aansu ko apne hothon se pochha. Koi lafz nahi. Koi zaroorat nahi thi. Bas uska l@nd mere andar tha, thoda sa soften hua hua, lekin abhi bhi garam.
Usne meri kamar ko itni kaseer se pakda, jaise main bichhad jaaungi. Humari saansen ek ho gayi thi, uska l@nd mere andar halka sa hil raha tha.
"Yeh..." Uska gala bhar aaya. "Yeh galat nahi hai?"
Main ne uska kasar haath apne dhadakte hue seenon pe rakha. "Jab dil itna sahi keh raha ho... toh hum kyun galat maane?"
Bandh toot gaya.
Uske hoth mere upar gir pade, dasakon ki pyaas lekar. Uske kasar haath mere jism ka naksha banane lage, jaise koi apni aakhri namaaz padh raha ho. Charpay ki cheekh humare beech ki jang ko chup na karwa saki - do toote hue dil ek ho rahe the, uska l@nd mere andar apni aakhri mithas chhod raha tha.
Aakhri Raat - Dard Bhara Alvida
Kal, Kamla apne pati ke saath chali jayegi. Kal, main apni shehri zindagi mein wapas jaaungi. Aaj raat...
Ramu ke haath kaanp rahe the jab usne chaandni mein mere har curve ko chhua, yaadon mein qaid karne ko. Uske hothon ne meri khaal ko pooja, jaise koi pavitra sthal ho - meri gardan ki khokh, stanon ka ubhaar, naaf ki gehrai.
"Yeh sab... mera hai na?" Usne meri janghon ke beech apni daarhi ghis kar kaha, uska l@nd phir se khada ho chuka tha.
Main ne koi shabd nahi kiya, na hi sharm. Bas uski taraf jhuk gayi, apni gili cht uske l@nd ke liye pesh karte hue.
Uska karraana sa jawab mere jism mein goonj gaya jab usne woh liya jo hum dono jaante the hamesha se uska tha - uska bada sa kala l@nd mere andar ghus gaya, pura ka pura. Gaon sota raha jab hum ne ek doosre se chup-chup se ch*dai ki - do doobte hue log jo toofan se pehle aakhri saans baant rahe the.
Subah ki pehli kiran jab aayi, Ramu ne apna maatha mere maathe se lagaya - humare mila-jula aansu aur m*ni hi woh alvida tha jo hum mein se koi bhi bol na saka.
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Chapter 9: Raat Ki Raazdaari
Pehla Milan - Chaandni Mein Besharmi
Baarish ki tez hawa ne bamboo ke parde tharra-tharra kar uthaaye the, jaise khud kaayanaat humare milan ka maza lene ko bekarar ho. Ramu ke kasar haath mere kaanpti hui janghon pe sarakte hue mere silk nightdress ke neeche ghus gaye. Kapda itni aahista upar kheench raha tha jaise koi dastaan likh raha ho - har inch pe rukkar, har curve ko mehsoos karte hue.
"Itni der se..." Uska ghanpta hua swar mere kaan mein garam ho kar utra, "Yeh tera gila c**t mera l@nd ka intezaar kar raha tha?"*
Main ne apne naakhun uske kandhon mein ghod diye, "Pura jeevan... bas is mote l@nd ka hi toh intezaar tha."
Pehla dhakka humari saanson ko cheen kar le gaya - uska bada sa kala l@nd mere andar ghusta hua, jaise koi talwar naram maans mein utar rahi ho. Charpai ki cheekh humari tez saanson se mil kar ek aisa geet bana rahi thi jo sirf humare jism samajh pa rahe the.
"Tight... saali kitni tight hain tu," usne meri gardan kaat te hue karraaya, har thrust mein apna poora l@mb andar tak ghusedta hua. "Jaise... jaise teri cht hi mera ghar ban gayi ho."*
Main ne apni taangen uski kamar pe jakar kas li, koi condom nahi, koi sharam nahi - bas uska bada sa kala l@nd aur meri bheegi hui cht ka milan. Uski har thrust pe mere andar ka pni bahar tapak raha tha.
Dusri Mulaqat - Zabaan Se Zyada Maza
Raat ke pichle pahar jab chaand apni puri shaan pe tha, usne apni zabaan se meri ch*t ki puja shuru kar di. Uski safed daarhi meri andar ki janghon ko chubhti hui thi, main ne apni hi kalai kaat kar chillane se khud ko roka.
"Nahi..." Usne meri jalti hui cht pe garam saans chhodte hue kaha, "Abhi toh teri cht ka asli puja shuru hua hai."
Ek tez lehar ne mujhe apne qabze mein le liya, meri peeth charpai se uthi aur main ne uski khushboo wale pillow mein moan dabaa liye - "Aahhh... Ramu... teri daadi wali zabaan... ohhh!"
Ramu ki aankhein mere jism ko dekhti rahi, jaise koi apni mehnat ka phal dekh raha ho. "Kitne saal..." Usne mere palkon ko chumte hue kaha, "...ki pyaas thi is bheegi hui cht ko ch0dne ki?"
Aakhri Subah - P*ni Aur Aansuon Ka Milan
Jhoothi subah ki pehli kiran se pehle hum ek baar phir ek hue - dheere dheere, jaise har pal ko yaad karna ho. Uske kasar haath mere haathon se uljhe hue the, jab woh apna bada sa l@nd andar bahar kar raha tha.
"Meri rndi ban gayi ho..."* Usne mere hothon se chipka kar kaha, "Ab koi door nahi bhej sakta tujhe... teri cht meri hogayi."*
Main ne apni muscles ko kas kar use andar jakar daboch liya, har ek detail yaad karte hue - uska bhaari l@nd, uski khaas khushboo, uski saansen ka woh pal jo main apni movement se badal sakti thi. Charpai ki cheekh, mandir ki ghanti, panchhi ki pehli chiryaan - sab humare aakhri milan ka hissa ban gaye.
Jab hum dono peak pe pahunche, uske garm garm m*ni mere stanon pe garam ho kar bikhar gaye. Hum juda nahi hue, jaise koi pehla alvida na kar paya ho - uska l@nd abhi bhi mere andar tha, thoda thoda soften hua hua.
Midnight Confessions - Aansu Aur M*ni
"Maine socha tha mera l@nd kabhi khada nahi hoga," Ramu ne raat ke andhere mein kaha, uska haath mere nangi peeth pe ghoom raha tha. "Phir tu aayi... aur yeh phir se jawaan ho gaya."
Main ne uski chhaati pe apna kan rakh kar suna - ek dhadkan jo meri hi ke liye thi. "Hum dono ki umar ka farq..."
"Bas ek bahana hai," usne meri baat kaate hue kaha, apna l@nd mere c**t ke against ragadte hue. "Dekh teri bheegi hui cht kitni khich rahi hai mujhe... umar kaise matter karti hai?"*
Ek Aur Round - Zameen Pe Besharmi
"Ek baar aur," main ne uski chhaati pe ungliyon se likha, apni gili cht ko uske l@nd ke against ragadte hue.
Usne mujhe zameen pe patak diya, hawa mein bel ke phoolon ki khushboo humare gird ghoolne lagi. "Teri har ichha... mere l@nd ke liye hukum ban chuki hai."
Jab suraj ne pehli kirne bheji, hum dono ek doosre mein itne ghule mile the ki pata hi nahi chala kaun kahan se shuru hota hai - uska l@nd mere c**t mein, meri ungliyan uske gand mein, do jism ek hue hue. Jaise do nadiyon ka pni ek saath beh raha ho - ek saath behne ka wada karne ke baad bhi alag hone ko majboor.
Pehla Milan - Chaandni Mein Besharmi
Baarish ki tez hawa ne bamboo ke parde tharra-tharra kar uthaaye the, jaise khud kaayanaat humare milan ka maza lene ko bekarar ho. Ramu ke kasar haath mere kaanpti hui janghon pe sarakte hue mere silk nightdress ke neeche ghus gaye. Kapda itni aahista upar kheench raha tha jaise koi dastaan likh raha ho - har inch pe rukkar, har curve ko mehsoos karte hue.
"Itni der se..." Uska ghanpta hua swar mere kaan mein garam ho kar utra, "Yeh tera gila c**t mera l@nd ka intezaar kar raha tha?"*
Main ne apne naakhun uske kandhon mein ghod diye, "Pura jeevan... bas is mote l@nd ka hi toh intezaar tha."
Pehla dhakka humari saanson ko cheen kar le gaya - uska bada sa kala l@nd mere andar ghusta hua, jaise koi talwar naram maans mein utar rahi ho. Charpai ki cheekh humari tez saanson se mil kar ek aisa geet bana rahi thi jo sirf humare jism samajh pa rahe the.
"Tight... saali kitni tight hain tu," usne meri gardan kaat te hue karraaya, har thrust mein apna poora l@mb andar tak ghusedta hua. "Jaise... jaise teri cht hi mera ghar ban gayi ho."*
Main ne apni taangen uski kamar pe jakar kas li, koi condom nahi, koi sharam nahi - bas uska bada sa kala l@nd aur meri bheegi hui cht ka milan. Uski har thrust pe mere andar ka pni bahar tapak raha tha.
Dusri Mulaqat - Zabaan Se Zyada Maza
Raat ke pichle pahar jab chaand apni puri shaan pe tha, usne apni zabaan se meri ch*t ki puja shuru kar di. Uski safed daarhi meri andar ki janghon ko chubhti hui thi, main ne apni hi kalai kaat kar chillane se khud ko roka.
"Nahi..." Usne meri jalti hui cht pe garam saans chhodte hue kaha, "Abhi toh teri cht ka asli puja shuru hua hai."
Ek tez lehar ne mujhe apne qabze mein le liya, meri peeth charpai se uthi aur main ne uski khushboo wale pillow mein moan dabaa liye - "Aahhh... Ramu... teri daadi wali zabaan... ohhh!"
Ramu ki aankhein mere jism ko dekhti rahi, jaise koi apni mehnat ka phal dekh raha ho. "Kitne saal..." Usne mere palkon ko chumte hue kaha, "...ki pyaas thi is bheegi hui cht ko ch0dne ki?"
Aakhri Subah - P*ni Aur Aansuon Ka Milan
Jhoothi subah ki pehli kiran se pehle hum ek baar phir ek hue - dheere dheere, jaise har pal ko yaad karna ho. Uske kasar haath mere haathon se uljhe hue the, jab woh apna bada sa l@nd andar bahar kar raha tha.
"Meri rndi ban gayi ho..."* Usne mere hothon se chipka kar kaha, "Ab koi door nahi bhej sakta tujhe... teri cht meri hogayi."*
Main ne apni muscles ko kas kar use andar jakar daboch liya, har ek detail yaad karte hue - uska bhaari l@nd, uski khaas khushboo, uski saansen ka woh pal jo main apni movement se badal sakti thi. Charpai ki cheekh, mandir ki ghanti, panchhi ki pehli chiryaan - sab humare aakhri milan ka hissa ban gaye.
Jab hum dono peak pe pahunche, uske garm garm m*ni mere stanon pe garam ho kar bikhar gaye. Hum juda nahi hue, jaise koi pehla alvida na kar paya ho - uska l@nd abhi bhi mere andar tha, thoda thoda soften hua hua.
Midnight Confessions - Aansu Aur M*ni
"Maine socha tha mera l@nd kabhi khada nahi hoga," Ramu ne raat ke andhere mein kaha, uska haath mere nangi peeth pe ghoom raha tha. "Phir tu aayi... aur yeh phir se jawaan ho gaya."
Main ne uski chhaati pe apna kan rakh kar suna - ek dhadkan jo meri hi ke liye thi. "Hum dono ki umar ka farq..."
"Bas ek bahana hai," usne meri baat kaate hue kaha, apna l@nd mere c**t ke against ragadte hue. "Dekh teri bheegi hui cht kitni khich rahi hai mujhe... umar kaise matter karti hai?"*
Ek Aur Round - Zameen Pe Besharmi
"Ek baar aur," main ne uski chhaati pe ungliyon se likha, apni gili cht ko uske l@nd ke against ragadte hue.
Usne mujhe zameen pe patak diya, hawa mein bel ke phoolon ki khushboo humare gird ghoolne lagi. "Teri har ichha... mere l@nd ke liye hukum ban chuki hai."
Jab suraj ne pehli kirne bheji, hum dono ek doosre mein itne ghule mile the ki pata hi nahi chala kaun kahan se shuru hota hai - uska l@nd mere c**t mein, meri ungliyan uske gand mein, do jism ek hue hue. Jaise do nadiyon ka pni ek saath beh raha ho - ek saath behne ka wada karne ke baad bhi alag hone ko majboor.
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Chapter 10: Suraj Ki Pehli Kiran
Chhat Pe - Aakhri Mulaqat
Subah ki pehli laalima abhi baadalon ke peeche hi thi, jab main chhat pe pahunchi. Ramu bilkul nange khade the, sirf kamar mein latki hui lungi unka ekmatra acharan tha. Thandi hawa unke badan pe khade hue safed baalon ko hilaa rahi thi, aur unka l@nd neehe latak raha tha - aadha khada hua, jaise mujhe dekh kar uthne ko tayyar ho.
Mere kadam chhat ki thandi cement pe chip-chip ki awaaz karte hue unke paas pahunche. Mera jism abhi bhi kal raat ki ch@dai ki garmi se latapata tha - ch@ti ke nichle hisse pe unke daanton ke nishaan, janghon pe unki ungliyon ke chhilke hue dhabbe.
"Kya soch rahe ho?" Main ne apne nange stan unki peeth se chipkate hue pucha, mere nipple unke paseene se bhige hue badan pe jakar khade ho gaye.
Unhne mere haath pakde jo unke pet ke neeche tak fisal gaye the. "Ke yeh raat... humari aakhri thi."
Main ne lungi ko ek jhatke se neeche gira diya, unka l@nd bilkul khada hua mere pet se takraaya. "Abhi toh suraj bhi nahi nikla... kyun itni jaldi haar maan li?"
Unki aankhon mein woh bhook dekhi jo sirf mere jism ko noch-na chahti thi. Usne mujhe uthaya, mere janghon ko itni kaseer se pakda ke nishaan pad gaye. "Zameen pe," unhone mere kaan mein karraaya, "Taki tu jaane tune kis kishti pe sawaar hone ka faisla kiya hai."
Khule Aasman Ki Ch@dai
Main terrace ke khar-kharate tiles pe let gayi, meri nangi ch@t bilkul khuli hui unke saamne. Unhone apne l@nd ko mere gehre pink honton pe ragda, jisme se halki si safed boond nikal kar mere pet pe bikhar gayi.
"Dekh..." unhon ek gehri thrust ke saath andar ghusta hua kaha, jab suraj ki pehli kiran humare jismon pe padi. "Yeh chamak... sirf humari hai."
Main ne apni taangen aur faila di, unke l@nd ko andar tak mehsoos karte hue. "Haan... aur yeh andar ki aag bhi."
Jab hum dono ek saath chote, unka garam p@ni mere andar tak bhara hua tha. unke aansu mere stanon pe bikhar gaye, jabki humare jism abhi bhi ek doosre se chipke hue thhe - ek aisi mulaqat jo kabhi khatam nahi honi thi.
Hum uljhe pade the, jab gaon utha - doodh ke bartanon ki jhankar, handpump ki cheekh - sab be-khabar humare kho gaye jannat se.
Subah Ke Baad - Ankahi Samajh
Jab main ne aankhein kholi, woh abhi bhi sota hua tha - uske chehre pe maine pehli baar chain dekha. Main ne apne hoth uske maathe se lagaye, phir chupke se nikal gayi - mera jism abhi bhi uske chhuane ki feeling se ga raha tha.
Kamla courtyard mein khadi thi, uski laal aankhein sab kuch keh rahi thi. Humne koi shabd nahi badle - bas ek tight jhappi jisme usne mere kandhe se chipak kar "Maa..." fisfisaya.
Shaadi - Dard Bhari Rasmein
Main ne apna role poori kamaal se nibhaya - dulhan ko sindoor lagate hue, chawal daalte hue, photos mein Ramu ke saath muskurate hue - jisme hamare toote dil chhup rahe the.
"Didi..." Kamla ne vidai ke waqt mujhe kheench kar pakda. "Aapke bina ghar suna ho jayega."
Main ne uska chehre ko haathon mein liya. "Tera ghar ab yahan nahi hai beti. Aur hum... humari yaadein hamesha teri saheli ban kar rahengi."
Ramu gate par paththar ki tarah khada tha, uski aankhein bheed ke paar mujhe jala rahi thi. Na koi dramatic alvida, na chori-chhipe chumme - bas ek ankahi samajh ki kuch pyaar itne gehre hote hain ki shabdon mein nahi keh jaate.
Jab shaadi ki gaadi dhool aur phoolon ke badlon mein gayab hui, main ne apne packed suitcase ki taraf mud kar dekha. Train jald hi chhooti, mujhe wapas ek aisi zindagi mein le jaati jo ab meri nahi lagti thi.
Aakhri nazar mein maine Ramu ki chaudhi peeth dekhi - apne khaali kheton ki taraf jaate hue, hamare ankahe alvida ka bojh uthaye hue.
Raat Ki Aakhri Ghadi - Dard Ka Izhaar
"Mere jism pe apne nishaan chhod do," main ne uski chhaati pe ungliyon se likhte hue kaha. "Taki jab bhi dekhun, yaad aaye yeh sab sach tha."
Usne apni daarhi mere stanon pe ghisa kar jawab diya: "Tumhare andar tak meri pehchaan chhod aaya hoon. Ab chahe kitni door chale jaao, meri boond tumhare khoon mein ghuli hai."
Kamla Ka Aakhri Sawal
"Didi... kya aap kabhi wapas aaogi?" Kamla ne suitcase bandhkar pucha, uski aankhein bhari hui.
Main ne train ki ticket ko apni mutthi mein noch liya. "Beta... jahan jaogi, wahan se mera ghar bahut door hoga."
Ramu Ka Aakhri Ehsaas
Jab train chhooti, maine khidki se dekha - woh ek ped ke peeche khada tha, haath mein kuch daboya hua. Jaane kya soch kar usne apni aankhein band kar li, jaise dekhne ki himmat na ho.
Train ke corner mein baith kar main ne apni ungliyon ko uski khushboo wali jagah pe rakha - ab bhi geeli, ab bhi thar-tharati. Shayad isi tarah humesha reh jaati...
Chhat Pe - Aakhri Mulaqat
Subah ki pehli laalima abhi baadalon ke peeche hi thi, jab main chhat pe pahunchi. Ramu bilkul nange khade the, sirf kamar mein latki hui lungi unka ekmatra acharan tha. Thandi hawa unke badan pe khade hue safed baalon ko hilaa rahi thi, aur unka l@nd neehe latak raha tha - aadha khada hua, jaise mujhe dekh kar uthne ko tayyar ho.
Mere kadam chhat ki thandi cement pe chip-chip ki awaaz karte hue unke paas pahunche. Mera jism abhi bhi kal raat ki ch@dai ki garmi se latapata tha - ch@ti ke nichle hisse pe unke daanton ke nishaan, janghon pe unki ungliyon ke chhilke hue dhabbe.
"Kya soch rahe ho?" Main ne apne nange stan unki peeth se chipkate hue pucha, mere nipple unke paseene se bhige hue badan pe jakar khade ho gaye.
Unhne mere haath pakde jo unke pet ke neeche tak fisal gaye the. "Ke yeh raat... humari aakhri thi."
Main ne lungi ko ek jhatke se neeche gira diya, unka l@nd bilkul khada hua mere pet se takraaya. "Abhi toh suraj bhi nahi nikla... kyun itni jaldi haar maan li?"
Unki aankhon mein woh bhook dekhi jo sirf mere jism ko noch-na chahti thi. Usne mujhe uthaya, mere janghon ko itni kaseer se pakda ke nishaan pad gaye. "Zameen pe," unhone mere kaan mein karraaya, "Taki tu jaane tune kis kishti pe sawaar hone ka faisla kiya hai."
Khule Aasman Ki Ch@dai
Main terrace ke khar-kharate tiles pe let gayi, meri nangi ch@t bilkul khuli hui unke saamne. Unhone apne l@nd ko mere gehre pink honton pe ragda, jisme se halki si safed boond nikal kar mere pet pe bikhar gayi.
"Dekh..." unhon ek gehri thrust ke saath andar ghusta hua kaha, jab suraj ki pehli kiran humare jismon pe padi. "Yeh chamak... sirf humari hai."
Main ne apni taangen aur faila di, unke l@nd ko andar tak mehsoos karte hue. "Haan... aur yeh andar ki aag bhi."
Jab hum dono ek saath chote, unka garam p@ni mere andar tak bhara hua tha. unke aansu mere stanon pe bikhar gaye, jabki humare jism abhi bhi ek doosre se chipke hue thhe - ek aisi mulaqat jo kabhi khatam nahi honi thi.
Hum uljhe pade the, jab gaon utha - doodh ke bartanon ki jhankar, handpump ki cheekh - sab be-khabar humare kho gaye jannat se.
Subah Ke Baad - Ankahi Samajh
Jab main ne aankhein kholi, woh abhi bhi sota hua tha - uske chehre pe maine pehli baar chain dekha. Main ne apne hoth uske maathe se lagaye, phir chupke se nikal gayi - mera jism abhi bhi uske chhuane ki feeling se ga raha tha.
Kamla courtyard mein khadi thi, uski laal aankhein sab kuch keh rahi thi. Humne koi shabd nahi badle - bas ek tight jhappi jisme usne mere kandhe se chipak kar "Maa..." fisfisaya.
Shaadi - Dard Bhari Rasmein
Main ne apna role poori kamaal se nibhaya - dulhan ko sindoor lagate hue, chawal daalte hue, photos mein Ramu ke saath muskurate hue - jisme hamare toote dil chhup rahe the.
"Didi..." Kamla ne vidai ke waqt mujhe kheench kar pakda. "Aapke bina ghar suna ho jayega."
Main ne uska chehre ko haathon mein liya. "Tera ghar ab yahan nahi hai beti. Aur hum... humari yaadein hamesha teri saheli ban kar rahengi."
Ramu gate par paththar ki tarah khada tha, uski aankhein bheed ke paar mujhe jala rahi thi. Na koi dramatic alvida, na chori-chhipe chumme - bas ek ankahi samajh ki kuch pyaar itne gehre hote hain ki shabdon mein nahi keh jaate.
Jab shaadi ki gaadi dhool aur phoolon ke badlon mein gayab hui, main ne apne packed suitcase ki taraf mud kar dekha. Train jald hi chhooti, mujhe wapas ek aisi zindagi mein le jaati jo ab meri nahi lagti thi.
Aakhri nazar mein maine Ramu ki chaudhi peeth dekhi - apne khaali kheton ki taraf jaate hue, hamare ankahe alvida ka bojh uthaye hue.
Raat Ki Aakhri Ghadi - Dard Ka Izhaar
"Mere jism pe apne nishaan chhod do," main ne uski chhaati pe ungliyon se likhte hue kaha. "Taki jab bhi dekhun, yaad aaye yeh sab sach tha."
Usne apni daarhi mere stanon pe ghisa kar jawab diya: "Tumhare andar tak meri pehchaan chhod aaya hoon. Ab chahe kitni door chale jaao, meri boond tumhare khoon mein ghuli hai."
Kamla Ka Aakhri Sawal
"Didi... kya aap kabhi wapas aaogi?" Kamla ne suitcase bandhkar pucha, uski aankhein bhari hui.
Main ne train ki ticket ko apni mutthi mein noch liya. "Beta... jahan jaogi, wahan se mera ghar bahut door hoga."
Ramu Ka Aakhri Ehsaas
Jab train chhooti, maine khidki se dekha - woh ek ped ke peeche khada tha, haath mein kuch daboya hua. Jaane kya soch kar usne apni aankhein band kar li, jaise dekhne ki himmat na ho.
Train ke corner mein baith kar main ne apni ungliyon ko uski khushboo wali jagah pe rakha - ab bhi geeli, ab bhi thar-tharati. Shayad isi tarah humesha reh jaati...
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