CHAPTER 1: IK ANKAHI PYAS
### Bhag 1: Ghar di tangee te struggle
Chandigarh de Sector 11 da oh chhota jeha, purana café bahr ho rahi halki-halki kirmin-kirmin baarish karke thodha nwaa-nwaa lag reha si. Kanch di vaddi bari (window) de bahr paani diyan boondan thalle nu lishkandiyan hoyiyan digg rahiyan san. Navneet—jisnu saare pyar naal 'Navi' kehnde si—oh café de ik kone vich bethi, thande ho chuke coffee de mug nu dohan hatha naal fadd ke bahr dekh rahi si. Par ohda dimaag bahr de mausam vich nahi, balki apne andar chal rahi jaddo-jehad vich dubbya hoya si.
Navi di umar hale masan 23 saal si. Ohda nikhrya hoya gora-kankwanna rang te ohdiyan vaddiyan kaaliyan akhan, jina vich hamesha ik maasoomiyat te doonghi chamak rehndi si, is vlay ohdi pareshani nu luko nahi pa rahe si. Ohne ik saadharn jehi, halke hare rang di kurti payi hoyi si, par oh saadharn kapde vi ohde kaatilan figure—ohde ubhre hoye mumme (34D) te patli lakk de curves nu lukan vich nakaam si. Oh jive hi thoda sijdhi hundi, ohdi kurti ohdi chhati valon tadd fadd lendi, par is vlay ohnu apne sareer di is kaatilan khich da koi hosh nahi si.
Ohda dimaag is vlay apne bank account de khali painde safyan val si. Chandigarh jise shehar vich kalli reh ke, kahaniyan likh ke guzara karna koi sokha kamm nahi si. Pichle do mahineyan da kamre da kiraya baki si, te publisher valon halon tak koi nwaa advance nahi si milya. Navi ne darr te ghabraahat vich apne mote, gulabi bullan (plump lips) nu apne tikkhe danda heth dabb lya—eh ohdi purani aadat si, jadd vi oh pareshan hundi, oh apne bullan nu odo tak chabdi jadd tak oh hor laal na ho jande
"Je is vaar koi vadda kaam na milya... taan pind vapis jaana pavega," ohne hauka bharde hoye socha.
Usee vlay ohda phone vibrate hoya. Ohde publisher, Sharma ji da phone si.
"Navi, beta! Tere layi ik bohot vadda, matlab bohot hi vadda mauka ae. Punjab di sab ton mashhoor psychological thriller writer, Preet Shergill... ohna di adhoori superhit book series nu poora karan layi ik ghost-writer di talaash ae. Preet ji de pati, Gurtej Shergill, khud Chandigarh aaye hoye ne te oh ik samajhdar te gabhru writer nu labh rahe ne. Main tinu ohna da number te café da address bhej reha aan. Jaldi pahunch, eh deal teri zindagi badal sakdi ae!"
Preet Shergill! Is naam nu sun de hi Navi de saah rukk gaye. Preet Punjab di ohi vaddi lekhika si jidi look te jide saspens de lakkhan deewane si, par pichle saal ik bhayanak car accident ton baad oh poori tarah paralyzed ho ke bed 'te chali gayi si.
Navi ne jaldi naal apne khulle, sanghne wavy vaalan nu pichhe suttia, jo ohdi lakk tak aunde si te mhaol vich ik nasha jeha khinder rahe si. Ohne apna bag chukkya te dil di tezi naal vadhdi dharakna nu sambhaldi hoyi, Gurtej Shergill nu milan layi tyaar ho gayi.
Gurtej di entry te pehli mulaqat
Navi café de darwaze val takk rahi si, jadd oh achanak khulya. Te jive hi oh mard andar aya, café di saari roshni jive osé te aake rukk gayi.
6 foot 2 inch da lamba-chauda kadd, broad modhe (shoulders), te ik proper gym-built athletic sareer—oh Gurtej Shergill si. Ohne ik ghoorhe neele (dark blue) rang di mehngee shirt te kaali trouser payi hoyi si. Shirt de utte de do button khulle si, jithon ohdi chaudi chhati de majboot maaspeshiyan te halke kaale vaal saaf jhalak rahe si. Ohdi shirt diyan baahan elbows tak fold si, jithon ohde muscular biceps te hatha diyan majboot ragan (veins) dikh rahiyan si, jo ohdi raw mardanagi te tqat nu bayan kar rahiyan si. Ohda jawline bohot sharp si te os 'te ik perfect halki-halki daadhi (stubble) set si. Ohdiyan akhan halkiyan bhooriyan (hazel eyes) si—bohot tikkhiyan, jo lagda si samne vaale di rooh nu iko vaar vich scan kar lendiyan ne.
Gurtej ne café vich nigaah ghumayi te ohdi tikkhi nazar seedha Navi 'te aake rukk gayi. Oh houri-houri, bohot hi confident turaal naal Navi di table val vadhyia.
Jive-jive Gurtej nede aa reha si, Navi nu laggya jive café di saari oxygen khatam ho rahi hove. Ohde andar ik ajeeb jahi, anjaan hotness te uttejna (excitement) dauda gayi. Ohda pet andar nu khichya gya te ohde breasts Gurtej di look de darr te khich naal halke jhe tight ho gaye.
"Sat Sri Akal, Navneet ji? Main Gurtej Shergill," ohne Navi de samne aake apni bhaari, mardana te doonghi awaaz (deep baritone) vich keha. Ohdi awaaz di goonj inni kaamuk te majboot si ke Navi de kanna ton hundi hoyi seedha ohdi dhunni (navel) heth ja ke vjjhi.
"S-Sat Sri Akal, sir," Navi ghabraahat vich uthi.
Gurtej ne apna vadda, majboot te garm hath Navi val vadhaya. Jadon Navi ne apna narm, chhota hath ohde majboot hatheli vich ditta, taan dovan de sareer vich jive ik jor da current dauda. Gurtej di garm hatheli di radd Navi di baah ton hundi hoyi ohde poore sareer nu nsheela kar gayi. Gurtej ne Navi de hath nu ik pal layi thoda majboot faddya, te ohdiyan hazel akhan Navi de saadharn chehre, ohde mote gulabi bullan te fir ohdi hare rang di kurti de andarom ubhar rahe 34D breasts de curves 'te aake rukk gaiyan.
Gurtej di nazar vich ik bhukhe mard di chamak si, jo lagda si lambe same ton pyasa si. Ohne Navi nu bethn da ishara keha te khud ohde samne badde hi rohb naal baith gya.
"Sharma ne tuhade bare dasya si, Navneet ji. Par tuhnu dekh ke lagda ae ke tusee umeed ton vi bohot zyaada samajhdar te... khoobsurat ho," Gurtej ne menu card nu ik paase rkhde hoye, seedha Navi diyan akhan vich dekh ke keha. Ohdi awaaz vich ik ajeha jhukaav si, jo professional gattbaat ton zyaada personal lag reha si.
Navi da chehra guraal goli (blush) naal laal ho gya. Ohne ghabra ke apne wavy vaalan nu modhe ton pichhe keha, jis naal ohdi dhaun (neck) da gora hissa Gurtej de samne aa gya. Gurtej ne houri de apna gala saaf keha te ohdi look Navi di neck 'te tik gayi.
"Thank you, sir. Preet ji da accident... sun ke bohot dukh hoya si. Oh Punjab di bohot vaddi lekhika ne," Navi ne gall nu thoda sambhalan di koshish kiti.
Gurtej de chehre 'te ik gambheer, par dukh-bhrya nasha jeha chha gya. Ohne houri aakhya, "Haan... Preet hun sirf saah le rahi ae. Ohda sareer paralyzed ae. Oh bed 'te payi rehndi ae, na bol sakdi ae, na hil sakdi ae. Bass ohdiyan akhan... oh khulliyan rehndiyan ne." Ohde dialogues vich ik ajeha ikallapan si, jithon saaf pta lagda si ke oh ik jor-jawani vala mard si jida sareer lambe same ton kise aurat de sukh layi tras reha si.
Gurtej gall karde-karde achanak thoda jhukya. Ohde sareer chon aundi mehngee perfume te raw male scent Navi de saahan vich ghul gayi. Gurtej di look achanak Navi de bullan 'te aake rukk gayi, jo is vlay halke jhe khulle si. Navi ne dekhya ke Gurtej de bull vi bohot mardana te tikkhe si.
"Mainu ik ajeha writer chahide, jo Preet de dimag nu samjh sake. Meri series 'The Hidden Truth' de tin chapter baki ne. Mainu oh poore chahide ne," Gurtej ne Navi val dekhde hoye keha, par ohdiyan akhan Navi di kurti de gale val si, jithon ohde breasts da halka jeha cleavage dikh reha si.
Navi nu laggya jive ohde nipples ohdi kurti de andar tight ho rahe hon. Ohne ghabraahat te uttejna vich vaar-vaar apna dupatta thalle nu khichya, par Gurtej di tikkhi look ohde har ik ang nu nsheela bana rahi si. Dovan vich kitaab di gall taan chal rahi si, par asli gallbaat ohna diyan akhan de raahi chal rahi si—jithe Gurtej da mardana sareer Navi di jawani nu chakhna chahunda si, te Navi di anjaan pyas Gurtej de is muscular sareer heth dabna chahundi si.
Gurtej ne table 'te apna vadda hath rkhia te Navi val dekh ke ik houri jahi muskan ditti. Ohne apne bag chon ik check-book kaddi te pen naal ik amount likhi.
Jadon Gurtej ne check Navi val vadhaya, taan Navi de hosh udd gaye. 5 lakh rupaye! Eh sirf advance si. Navi diyan akhan vaddiyan ho gaiyan, ohda saah rukk gya.
"Eh advance ae, Navneet. Te book poori hon 'te tinu is ton tinn-guna zyaada milega," Gurtej ne doonghi awaaz vich keha. "Par... meri ik shart ae."
"Sh-shart, sir?" Navi ne check nu dekhde hoye thuk nigallya.
Gurtej thoda hor nede hoyya, ithe tak ke table 'te ohda hath Navi de hath de bilkul nede aa gya. "Preet de saare purane notes, ohdiyan gupat diaries te ohda saara materials New Chandigarh vaale saade farmhouse vich paya ae. Preet vi utthe hi hundi ae, jitthe ik nurse ohdi dekhbhala kardi ae. Tinu mere naal, ose farmhouse vich aake rehna pavega... odo tak, jadd tak kitaab poori nahi hundi."
Farmhouse! Chandigarh ton bahr, ik alag-thalag, isolated vadda villa... jithe sirf Gurtej, ohdi paralyzed patni Preet, te Navi honge.
Navi de dil di dharakan tez ho gayi. Ohnu pta si ke os sunnsan ghar vich, is mardanagi naal bhre Gurtej de bilkul nede rehna ohdi jaan te ohde sareer layi kinna khatarnak te uttejak ho sakda si. Par ohdi aarthik halat te Gurtej de sareer di oh raw attraction, ohnu naa nahi kehn de rahi si.
"Main... main tyaar aan, sir," Navi ne haan kar dendi.
Gurtej de chehre 'te ik wild te santusht chamak aa gayi. Oh uthya te ohne Navi nu alvida kehnde hoye, ohde narm modhe 'te apna vadda, garm hath rakhya.
Jive hi Gurtej di hatheli Navi de modhe 'te tiki, Navi de sareer vich ik jordaar kambni (shiver) chhid gayi. Gurtej ne houri de ohda modha nchodya te ohde kann de kol jhuk ke aakhya, "Perfect. Taan fir kall saverem main tinu lain avanga, Navneet. Saadi navi shuruat layi..."
Gurtej café ton bahr chala gya, par Navi utthe hi bethi reh gayi. Ohde saah tez san, ohdi dhuni hethan garmi vadh rahi si, te oh samajh gayi si ki oh sirf ik kitaab likhn nahi ja rahi... balki Gurtej Shergill de is mazboot, mardana te jismani jaal vich poori tarah fasan ja rahi ae.
**Chapter 1 end.**
