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kesi baatein karte ho dost..... ye koi puchhne ki baat hai?... bilkul karo yar
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Haa bhai. Noor ki, ammi ki aur ab Samreen ki kisse aur sunao. Eagerly waiting.
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Chapter - 37
Mera haal behaal tha. Maine uss badmash Rahul ko pitwa toh diya tha, lekin andar hi andar meri rooh kaanp rahi thi. Main use langdate hue bahar jaate dekh raha tha, dil mein ek saaf khauf ubhar raha tha. Mera dil baithta ja raha tha, kahin yeh kameena mujhe dobara na maar de, jaise pichli raat usne mujhe peeta tha.
Main isi darr mein use bahar jata dekh raha tha ki achanak maine tezi se kadam badhaye aur uske peeche chal pada. Jaldi hi main uske kareeb pahunch gaya. Woh dheere-dheere, thodi si ladkhadahat ke saath chal raha tha. Sayad use nahi pata tha ki main uske peeche aa gaya hoon. Maine uske kandhe par haath rakha toh woh dard se karah utha aur palat kar meri taraf dekha. Mujhe dekhate hi uske muh se gaali nikal padi, “Tu! Aaj tu nahi bachega!”
Main darr se kaanp utha, lekin himmat juta ke dheere se bola, “Rahul bhai, mujhe maaf kar do.” Meri baat sun kar woh ajeeb nazar se mujhe ghoorne laga, lekin kuch bola nahi. Maine hi baat aage badhai, “Dekho Rahul bhai, kal raat jo tumne mujhe bina wajah peeta, kya woh sahi tha?” Yeh sunte hi uski aankhon mein ek khunkhar sa gussa dikhne laga. Uska chehra gusse se laal ho gaya, haath bheench liye, jaise woh abhi mujh par jhapatta. Main bina ruke bola, “Dekho, jo hua usse bhool jao…” Lekin main apne shabd poore bhi nahi kar paya tha ki uss badmash Rahul ne meri gardan pakad li aur apne doosre haath se ek zordaar tamacha mere muh par jad diya. Dard se main bilbila utha, aur meri aankhon ke saamne andhera sa chha gaya.
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Main dard se tilmila raha tha, mera chehra jal raha tha, aur aankhon ke saamne andhera sa chha gaya tha. Rahul ne meri gardan kas ke pakdi hui thi, uski aankhein gusse se chamak rahi thi. “Tujhme itni himmat, haan?” woh gurraya, uski awaaz mein wohi haramipan tha jo kal raat mujhe usne Samreen ke saamne peeta tha. Main kaanp raha tha, meri saansein ruk si gayi thi. Achanak, main uske pairon mein gir gaya, uski jeans ko dono haathon se pakad kar rone laga, “Rahul bhai, please, mujhe maaf kar do!” Meri awaaz toot rahi thi, jaise koi bheekh maangta kutta. “Kal raat tune mujhe peeta, maine aapko roka ya pareshan kiya tha kya? Aur maine bhi galti se tujhe pitwa diya… lekin ab bas kar do!” Main uske pairon ko aur zor se pakda, aansoon meri aankhon se tapak rahe the. “Main tujhe meri biwi… aur paise… jo chahiye de dunga, bas mujhe chod de!” Rahul ek pal ke liye ruk gaya, uska chehra hairaani se bhar gaya. “Kya bak raha hai tu?” woh bola, uski awaaz mein gussa kam aur heranpan zyada tha. “Teri biwi? Paise? Yeh kya natak hai?” Usne mujhe ghoora, jaise meri gandi soch ko samajhne ki koshish kar raha ho. Fir usne ek tana maara, “Tu gaandu hai kya be?” aur mujhe ek dhakka diya ki main zameen par haath ke bal gira. Woh meri taraf dekhta raha, ek ajeeb si sikan uske chehre par thi, jaise woh meri is beizzati ko mazaak samajh raha ho. Fir woh mud gaya, apne kadam dheere-dheere rakhte hue chal diya. Main wahi zameen par pada raha.
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Rahul kuch kadam aage badha tha, uski peeth meri taraf thi, jab achanak woh ruk gaya aur palat kar wapas aaya. Uska chehra ab bhi usi ajeeb si muskurahat se bhara tha, par ab usmein ek chhedkhani ka bhaav bhi tha. “Ae, tera purse nikal,” usne hukum diya, apna haath meri taraf badhate hue. Main ghabra gaya, meri jeb se purse nikalte hue haath kaanp rahe the. Maine jaldi se purse uski taraf badhaya, aur woh bade aaram se usmein se paise nikalne laga, ek-ek note ko dekhta hua, jaise meri majboori ka maza le raha ho. Tabhi uske haath mein purse ke andar rakhi Noor ki tasveer aa gayi. Woh ruk gaya, tasveer ko ek tak ghoorta raha, uski aankhon mein ek chamak thi, jaise koi khazana haath lag gaya ho. Usne tasveer ko haath mein pakad kar dheere se ghumaya, aur ek thandi hasi ke saath poochha, “Yeh teri biwi hai? Kya baat hai, tu toh iske layak bhi nahi lagta.” Uski awaaz mein tana tha, aur woh ab bhi tasveer ko ghoor raha tha, jaise uska chehra dil-o-dimaag mein naksh kar raha ho. “Bata, yeh offer kya tha tera? Tu sach mein use… aur paise bhi dega?” Usne mujhe ghoora, uski muskurahat ab aur gehri ho gayi thi, jaise meri gandi soch par mazaak uda raha ho. Main sar jhukaye wahi baitha raha.
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Main zameen par baitha tha, sharm aur darr ke saath-saath andar hi andar ek ajeeb si lazzat bhi mehsus kar raha tha, jaise yeh beizzati mujhe kahin dil ke kone mein maza de rahi ho. Rahul ke sawaal—“Tu sach mein use… aur paise bhi dega?”—par maine sar jhukaye, gale mein dabti awaaz ke saath kaha, “Haan.” Meri awaaz toot rahi thi, par shayad usme ek gandi si khushi bhi thi. Rahul ne Noor ki tasveer ko kuch pal aur ghoora, uski aankhon mein wahi shikari wali chamak thi, fir usne purse se saare paise nikaal liye aur tasveer bhi apni jeb mein daal di. Usne achanak meri baah pakdi aur mujhe khada karne laga, jaise koi bheekh maangne wale par reham kha raha ho. “Shukriya, Rahul bhai,” maine bin soche bol diya, meri awaaz mein ab bhi wohi kamzori thi. Woh ruk gaya, meri taraf dekha, aur poochha, “Teri biwi abhi kahan hai?” Main kaanpta hua bola, “Woh… function hall mein hi hogi” Rahul ne mujhe ek tak ghoora, uski aankhon mein ek thandi, chhedkhani si muskurahat thi. Fir usne paas hi ek dukaan ki taraf ishara kiya—uski mobile repair ki dukaan thi sayad—aur bola, “Use das minute mein wahan le aa.” Usne meri taraf ek aakhri nazar maari, jaise meri rooh tak dekhta ho, aur fir tezi se mud kar chal diya, apne kadam zameen par zor se patakte hue. Main wahi khada reh gaya.
Mera haal behaal tha. Maine uss badmash Rahul ko pitwa toh diya tha, lekin andar hi andar meri rooh kaanp rahi thi. Main use langdate hue bahar jaate dekh raha tha, dil mein ek saaf khauf ubhar raha tha. Mera dil baithta ja raha tha, kahin yeh kameena mujhe dobara na maar de, jaise pichli raat usne mujhe peeta tha.
Main isi darr mein use bahar jata dekh raha tha ki achanak maine tezi se kadam badhaye aur uske peeche chal pada. Jaldi hi main uske kareeb pahunch gaya. Woh dheere-dheere, thodi si ladkhadahat ke saath chal raha tha. Sayad use nahi pata tha ki main uske peeche aa gaya hoon. Maine uske kandhe par haath rakha toh woh dard se karah utha aur palat kar meri taraf dekha. Mujhe dekhate hi uske muh se gaali nikal padi, “Tu! Aaj tu nahi bachega!”
Main darr se kaanp utha, lekin himmat juta ke dheere se bola, “Rahul bhai, mujhe maaf kar do.” Meri baat sun kar woh ajeeb nazar se mujhe ghoorne laga, lekin kuch bola nahi. Maine hi baat aage badhai, “Dekho Rahul bhai, kal raat jo tumne mujhe bina wajah peeta, kya woh sahi tha?” Yeh sunte hi uski aankhon mein ek khunkhar sa gussa dikhne laga. Uska chehra gusse se laal ho gaya, haath bheench liye, jaise woh abhi mujh par jhapatta. Main bina ruke bola, “Dekho, jo hua usse bhool jao…” Lekin main apne shabd poore bhi nahi kar paya tha ki uss badmash Rahul ne meri gardan pakad li aur apne doosre haath se ek zordaar tamacha mere muh par jad diya. Dard se main bilbila utha, aur meri aankhon ke saamne andhera sa chha gaya.
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Main dard se tilmila raha tha, mera chehra jal raha tha, aur aankhon ke saamne andhera sa chha gaya tha. Rahul ne meri gardan kas ke pakdi hui thi, uski aankhein gusse se chamak rahi thi. “Tujhme itni himmat, haan?” woh gurraya, uski awaaz mein wohi haramipan tha jo kal raat mujhe usne Samreen ke saamne peeta tha. Main kaanp raha tha, meri saansein ruk si gayi thi. Achanak, main uske pairon mein gir gaya, uski jeans ko dono haathon se pakad kar rone laga, “Rahul bhai, please, mujhe maaf kar do!” Meri awaaz toot rahi thi, jaise koi bheekh maangta kutta. “Kal raat tune mujhe peeta, maine aapko roka ya pareshan kiya tha kya? Aur maine bhi galti se tujhe pitwa diya… lekin ab bas kar do!” Main uske pairon ko aur zor se pakda, aansoon meri aankhon se tapak rahe the. “Main tujhe meri biwi… aur paise… jo chahiye de dunga, bas mujhe chod de!” Rahul ek pal ke liye ruk gaya, uska chehra hairaani se bhar gaya. “Kya bak raha hai tu?” woh bola, uski awaaz mein gussa kam aur heranpan zyada tha. “Teri biwi? Paise? Yeh kya natak hai?” Usne mujhe ghoora, jaise meri gandi soch ko samajhne ki koshish kar raha ho. Fir usne ek tana maara, “Tu gaandu hai kya be?” aur mujhe ek dhakka diya ki main zameen par haath ke bal gira. Woh meri taraf dekhta raha, ek ajeeb si sikan uske chehre par thi, jaise woh meri is beizzati ko mazaak samajh raha ho. Fir woh mud gaya, apne kadam dheere-dheere rakhte hue chal diya. Main wahi zameen par pada raha.
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Rahul kuch kadam aage badha tha, uski peeth meri taraf thi, jab achanak woh ruk gaya aur palat kar wapas aaya. Uska chehra ab bhi usi ajeeb si muskurahat se bhara tha, par ab usmein ek chhedkhani ka bhaav bhi tha. “Ae, tera purse nikal,” usne hukum diya, apna haath meri taraf badhate hue. Main ghabra gaya, meri jeb se purse nikalte hue haath kaanp rahe the. Maine jaldi se purse uski taraf badhaya, aur woh bade aaram se usmein se paise nikalne laga, ek-ek note ko dekhta hua, jaise meri majboori ka maza le raha ho. Tabhi uske haath mein purse ke andar rakhi Noor ki tasveer aa gayi. Woh ruk gaya, tasveer ko ek tak ghoorta raha, uski aankhon mein ek chamak thi, jaise koi khazana haath lag gaya ho. Usne tasveer ko haath mein pakad kar dheere se ghumaya, aur ek thandi hasi ke saath poochha, “Yeh teri biwi hai? Kya baat hai, tu toh iske layak bhi nahi lagta.” Uski awaaz mein tana tha, aur woh ab bhi tasveer ko ghoor raha tha, jaise uska chehra dil-o-dimaag mein naksh kar raha ho. “Bata, yeh offer kya tha tera? Tu sach mein use… aur paise bhi dega?” Usne mujhe ghoora, uski muskurahat ab aur gehri ho gayi thi, jaise meri gandi soch par mazaak uda raha ho. Main sar jhukaye wahi baitha raha.
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Main zameen par baitha tha, sharm aur darr ke saath-saath andar hi andar ek ajeeb si lazzat bhi mehsus kar raha tha, jaise yeh beizzati mujhe kahin dil ke kone mein maza de rahi ho. Rahul ke sawaal—“Tu sach mein use… aur paise bhi dega?”—par maine sar jhukaye, gale mein dabti awaaz ke saath kaha, “Haan.” Meri awaaz toot rahi thi, par shayad usme ek gandi si khushi bhi thi. Rahul ne Noor ki tasveer ko kuch pal aur ghoora, uski aankhon mein wahi shikari wali chamak thi, fir usne purse se saare paise nikaal liye aur tasveer bhi apni jeb mein daal di. Usne achanak meri baah pakdi aur mujhe khada karne laga, jaise koi bheekh maangne wale par reham kha raha ho. “Shukriya, Rahul bhai,” maine bin soche bol diya, meri awaaz mein ab bhi wohi kamzori thi. Woh ruk gaya, meri taraf dekha, aur poochha, “Teri biwi abhi kahan hai?” Main kaanpta hua bola, “Woh… function hall mein hi hogi” Rahul ne mujhe ek tak ghoora, uski aankhon mein ek thandi, chhedkhani si muskurahat thi. Fir usne paas hi ek dukaan ki taraf ishara kiya—uski mobile repair ki dukaan thi sayad—aur bola, “Use das minute mein wahan le aa.” Usne meri taraf ek aakhri nazar maari, jaise meri rooh tak dekhta ho, aur fir tezi se mud kar chal diya, apne kadam zameen par zor se patakte hue. Main wahi khada reh gaya.
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ALTERNATIVE STORY IF IMRAN WAS NOT CUCK
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Garmi apne charam par thi—jaise aasman se aag baras rahi ho. Imran, ek madhyam shahar ke ek bank mein clerk, apni dahej mein mili purani Bajaj Pulsar pe, thaka hara, shaam ko ghar ki taraf jaa raha tha. Kurta paseene se chipak gaya tha, aur bike ka engine pothole pe khans raha tha, jaise bol raha ho, "Bhai, mujhe chhod de."
Pura din bank mein customer forms, manager ke taane, aur lunch break mein politics ne Imran ka dimag chaat liya tha. Signal pe laal batti ne roka. Helmet utara, gehri saans li, par hawa bhi tandoor se nikli lag rahi thi. Sadak ka shor—horn, auto walon ki cheekh-pukaar, aur vendors ka chillana—sab mila ke ek madhosh kar dene wala maahol tha.
Ek chhota ladka, phoolon ka plastic packet latkaye, bola, “Bhaiya, phool le lo, das rupaye ke do.” Imran ne pehle haath se mana kiya, par tabhi bagal mein ek black SUV ruki. Sheeshe se ek aadmi ne haath nikaala, ek gulab khareeda, aur apni patni ko diya. Uski patni ne muskurate hue phool apne baalon mein lagaya. Us nazare ne Imran ke dil mein ek hulchul si macha di.
Noor yaad aayi—uski muskaan, uski narmi bhari aankhen. Imran ne jeb se ek puraani, murji hui pachaas ki note nikali, ladke ko bulaya. "Do de do," kaha, aur phool jeb mein sambhaal ke rakh liye. Signal hara hua, bike phir chali, aur beesi minute ke safar mein har second ek jang thi—gaddhe, traffic, aur khud se ladta hua Imran.
Ghar ke chhote gate pe ruk kar bell bajayi. Do minute baad darwaza khula, aur Noor saamne thi—geele baal, kandhe pe towel, aur ek halki si muskaan.
“Jee... itni jaldi aagaye?” Noor ki awaaz mein sharafat thi, halka sa mazak bhi.
Imran ne jeb se phool nikaale, "Yeh lo, meri taraf se."
Noor ki aankhon mein ek chamak si aayi, phool baalon mein lagaya, aur doosra haath mein le ke halki si muskurahat ke saath boli, "Bahut shukriya... aap yaad rakhte hain, yeh mere liye kaafi hai."
Imran bike lock karke ghar mein ghusa. Chhota sa flat tha—par Noor ke pyar ne use ghar bana diya tha. Saaf cushions, meetha sa room freshener, aur ek deewar pe Noor ka pasandida painting. Bedroom mein bedsheet nayi thi—neeli, kal wali purani se alag. Imran ne socha, "Kab badli?" Par thakan zyada thi, sochne ka waqt nahi mila. Letne ki der thi, aankhen band, aur neend mein kho gaya.
Shaam ke roz wahi thakan, wahi garmi, wahi safar. Ghar pahuncha, bell bajayi. Noor ne darwaza khola—is baar kurti mein, thoda thaka chehra.
“Thak gaye honge aap...” usne dheere se muskurate hue kaha.
Imran ne halka sa sir hilaaya, "Thoda... par tum milti ho toh sab theek lagta hai."
Noor ki aankhon mein sharm thi, “Aapka pyaar kaafi hai...”
Bathroom mein haath dhote hue Imran ki nazar sink ke paas ek chamkile plastic tukde pe padi. Uthaya, dekha, ek ajeeb si meethi khushboo thi—banana jaisi. "Toffee ka wrapper hoga," soch kar jeb mein daal diya. Bedroom mein bedsheet phir badli thi—ab safed, phoolon wali. Par thakan ne sochne nahi diya, woh so gaya.
Kuch din ek hi silsile mein beet gaye. Imran thaka hua ghar aata, Noor muskurate hue milti. Kabhi geele baal, kabhi nayi bedsheet, par kuch alag nahi dikha. Wrapper jaisa kuch nahi, koi ajeeb khushboo nahi. Imran har shak ko apne dil se jadh se nikaal deta. "Garmi hai, roz nahati hogi," sochta. "Ghar saaf rakhti hai, bedsheet badalti hai."
Ek shaam, Noor sofe pe thi, scarf gardan pe, aankhen thaki si. "Sab theek hai?" Imran ne pyaar se poochha.
"Ji... bas thodi thakaan hai," usne dheere se jawab diya. Phir turant kitchen mein chali gayi. Raat ko light jaldi band kar di, "Neend aa rahi hai," kaha. Imran so gaya, par dil mein ek asuvidha thi.
Kuch din aur beet gaye. Noor normal thi, par uski aankhon ki chamak dheere dheere kam hoti ja rahi thi. Imran roz apne shak ko daba deta. Par har din ka gaslighting, har din ka bharosa thoda aur kamzor kar raha tha.
Ek aur shaam, ghar mein ek alag si khushboo thi—tez, maskuline. "Yeh kya smell hai?" Imran ne casually poochha.
"Naya room freshener try kiya," Noor ne turant kaha, phir kitchen chali gayi. Imran sochta raha, "Yeh toh Men's perfume jaisa lag raha hai... par kyun sochu itna?"
Agle din, Imran aaya to Noor phone pe dheemi awaaz mein baat kar rahi thi. "Baad mein baat karte hain," kehke phone rakha.
"Kaun tha?"
"Spam call thi," Noor ne aankhein jhuka kar kaha. Imran ne phone uthaya—number saved tha: "Spam." Dil zor se dhadka, par kuch nahi bola.
Agle kuch din phir theek-thaak guzre. Noor ka behaviur same, lekin Imran ke andar ek toofan pal raha tha. Har chhoti baat ka hisaab, har chehre ki muskaan ka vishleshan—sab kuch. Har raat woh kehta, "Yeh mera waham hai," par woh khud bhi nahi maan pa raha tha.
Akhir ek din, sabr ka baandh toot gaya. Imran ne office se chhutti li, aur sham ko ghar jaldi pahucha. Darwaza andar se band tha. Bell bajayi, koi jawaab nahi. Bike leke do block door ek chai ki dukaan pe chhup gaya, ghar pe nazar rakhta raha.
Aadha ghanta baad, darwaza khula. Gali ke end wale Rahul—bike repair shop wala—bahar nikla. Uska chehra paseene se bhara, kurta dhila, jism se thakan tapak rahi thi. Imran ka khoon khol utha. Par chup raha.
Rahul ke jaane ke baad, Imran ne turant ghar ki taraf daud lagayi. Noor darwaza band karne wali thi, Imran ne pakad liya.
“Noor…”
Noor ne ghabra ke dekha. Chehra thaka hua, baal bikhre, kurti gandi. Imran chupchap bedroom ki taraf chala gaya. Bedsheet gandi thi. Zameen pe teen condom wrappers, ek used condom, aur ek—photo frame pe latka hua. Us frame mein jahan unki shadi ka din muskurata tha.
Imran ne aankh uthayi, Noor ki taraf dekha. “Yeh kya hai, Noor?”
Noor ka chehra pe sharm aur dard dono the. “Imran... mujhe maaf kar dijiye,” usne jhuk ke kaha, “Galti ho gayi... main akeli thi, bewakoofi kar baithi...”
Imran ka gussa dard mein tabdeel ho gaya. “Galti? Kya kami reh gayi thi mere ... pyar me?”
Noor ne roti hui kaha, “Aapka pyaar kaafi hai... main kamzor pad gayi...”
Imran ne jeb se woh pehle din liye phool yaad kiye, aur socha—unmein jo pyaar tha, woh kabhi bhi poora samjha nahi gaya. "Tumne sirf mera bharosa nahi toda... tumne meri izzat ka mazaak bana diya."
Woh photo frame ek aakhri baar dekha, phir darwaza khola aur bahar nikal gaya.
Gali ke end pe theka tha. Neon sign chamak raha tha. Imran andar gaya, ek bottle maangi, aur ek ghoont mein pee gaya. Sadak ka shor, raat ka andhera, aur uske dil ka toofan ek saath usse gher rahe the. Usne aankh band ki, par Noor ka chehra, woh photo, aur woh toota bharosa dikhayi deta raha. Par ek baat saaf thi—Imran ab kabhi khud se jhooth nahi bolega aur usne talaq lene ki thani. Usne haar nahi maani thi—usne apni izzat ke liye ladaai jeeti thi.
ALTERNATIVE STORY IF IMRAN WAS NOT CUCK
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Garmi apne charam par thi—jaise aasman se aag baras rahi ho. Imran, ek madhyam shahar ke ek bank mein clerk, apni dahej mein mili purani Bajaj Pulsar pe, thaka hara, shaam ko ghar ki taraf jaa raha tha. Kurta paseene se chipak gaya tha, aur bike ka engine pothole pe khans raha tha, jaise bol raha ho, "Bhai, mujhe chhod de."
Pura din bank mein customer forms, manager ke taane, aur lunch break mein politics ne Imran ka dimag chaat liya tha. Signal pe laal batti ne roka. Helmet utara, gehri saans li, par hawa bhi tandoor se nikli lag rahi thi. Sadak ka shor—horn, auto walon ki cheekh-pukaar, aur vendors ka chillana—sab mila ke ek madhosh kar dene wala maahol tha.
Ek chhota ladka, phoolon ka plastic packet latkaye, bola, “Bhaiya, phool le lo, das rupaye ke do.” Imran ne pehle haath se mana kiya, par tabhi bagal mein ek black SUV ruki. Sheeshe se ek aadmi ne haath nikaala, ek gulab khareeda, aur apni patni ko diya. Uski patni ne muskurate hue phool apne baalon mein lagaya. Us nazare ne Imran ke dil mein ek hulchul si macha di.
Noor yaad aayi—uski muskaan, uski narmi bhari aankhen. Imran ne jeb se ek puraani, murji hui pachaas ki note nikali, ladke ko bulaya. "Do de do," kaha, aur phool jeb mein sambhaal ke rakh liye. Signal hara hua, bike phir chali, aur beesi minute ke safar mein har second ek jang thi—gaddhe, traffic, aur khud se ladta hua Imran.
Ghar ke chhote gate pe ruk kar bell bajayi. Do minute baad darwaza khula, aur Noor saamne thi—geele baal, kandhe pe towel, aur ek halki si muskaan.
“Jee... itni jaldi aagaye?” Noor ki awaaz mein sharafat thi, halka sa mazak bhi.
Imran ne jeb se phool nikaale, "Yeh lo, meri taraf se."
Noor ki aankhon mein ek chamak si aayi, phool baalon mein lagaya, aur doosra haath mein le ke halki si muskurahat ke saath boli, "Bahut shukriya... aap yaad rakhte hain, yeh mere liye kaafi hai."
Imran bike lock karke ghar mein ghusa. Chhota sa flat tha—par Noor ke pyar ne use ghar bana diya tha. Saaf cushions, meetha sa room freshener, aur ek deewar pe Noor ka pasandida painting. Bedroom mein bedsheet nayi thi—neeli, kal wali purani se alag. Imran ne socha, "Kab badli?" Par thakan zyada thi, sochne ka waqt nahi mila. Letne ki der thi, aankhen band, aur neend mein kho gaya.
Shaam ke roz wahi thakan, wahi garmi, wahi safar. Ghar pahuncha, bell bajayi. Noor ne darwaza khola—is baar kurti mein, thoda thaka chehra.
“Thak gaye honge aap...” usne dheere se muskurate hue kaha.
Imran ne halka sa sir hilaaya, "Thoda... par tum milti ho toh sab theek lagta hai."
Noor ki aankhon mein sharm thi, “Aapka pyaar kaafi hai...”
Bathroom mein haath dhote hue Imran ki nazar sink ke paas ek chamkile plastic tukde pe padi. Uthaya, dekha, ek ajeeb si meethi khushboo thi—banana jaisi. "Toffee ka wrapper hoga," soch kar jeb mein daal diya. Bedroom mein bedsheet phir badli thi—ab safed, phoolon wali. Par thakan ne sochne nahi diya, woh so gaya.
Kuch din ek hi silsile mein beet gaye. Imran thaka hua ghar aata, Noor muskurate hue milti. Kabhi geele baal, kabhi nayi bedsheet, par kuch alag nahi dikha. Wrapper jaisa kuch nahi, koi ajeeb khushboo nahi. Imran har shak ko apne dil se jadh se nikaal deta. "Garmi hai, roz nahati hogi," sochta. "Ghar saaf rakhti hai, bedsheet badalti hai."
Ek shaam, Noor sofe pe thi, scarf gardan pe, aankhen thaki si. "Sab theek hai?" Imran ne pyaar se poochha.
"Ji... bas thodi thakaan hai," usne dheere se jawab diya. Phir turant kitchen mein chali gayi. Raat ko light jaldi band kar di, "Neend aa rahi hai," kaha. Imran so gaya, par dil mein ek asuvidha thi.
Kuch din aur beet gaye. Noor normal thi, par uski aankhon ki chamak dheere dheere kam hoti ja rahi thi. Imran roz apne shak ko daba deta. Par har din ka gaslighting, har din ka bharosa thoda aur kamzor kar raha tha.
Ek aur shaam, ghar mein ek alag si khushboo thi—tez, maskuline. "Yeh kya smell hai?" Imran ne casually poochha.
"Naya room freshener try kiya," Noor ne turant kaha, phir kitchen chali gayi. Imran sochta raha, "Yeh toh Men's perfume jaisa lag raha hai... par kyun sochu itna?"
Agle din, Imran aaya to Noor phone pe dheemi awaaz mein baat kar rahi thi. "Baad mein baat karte hain," kehke phone rakha.
"Kaun tha?"
"Spam call thi," Noor ne aankhein jhuka kar kaha. Imran ne phone uthaya—number saved tha: "Spam." Dil zor se dhadka, par kuch nahi bola.
Agle kuch din phir theek-thaak guzre. Noor ka behaviur same, lekin Imran ke andar ek toofan pal raha tha. Har chhoti baat ka hisaab, har chehre ki muskaan ka vishleshan—sab kuch. Har raat woh kehta, "Yeh mera waham hai," par woh khud bhi nahi maan pa raha tha.
Akhir ek din, sabr ka baandh toot gaya. Imran ne office se chhutti li, aur sham ko ghar jaldi pahucha. Darwaza andar se band tha. Bell bajayi, koi jawaab nahi. Bike leke do block door ek chai ki dukaan pe chhup gaya, ghar pe nazar rakhta raha.
Aadha ghanta baad, darwaza khula. Gali ke end wale Rahul—bike repair shop wala—bahar nikla. Uska chehra paseene se bhara, kurta dhila, jism se thakan tapak rahi thi. Imran ka khoon khol utha. Par chup raha.
Rahul ke jaane ke baad, Imran ne turant ghar ki taraf daud lagayi. Noor darwaza band karne wali thi, Imran ne pakad liya.
“Noor…”
Noor ne ghabra ke dekha. Chehra thaka hua, baal bikhre, kurti gandi. Imran chupchap bedroom ki taraf chala gaya. Bedsheet gandi thi. Zameen pe teen condom wrappers, ek used condom, aur ek—photo frame pe latka hua. Us frame mein jahan unki shadi ka din muskurata tha.
Imran ne aankh uthayi, Noor ki taraf dekha. “Yeh kya hai, Noor?”
Noor ka chehra pe sharm aur dard dono the. “Imran... mujhe maaf kar dijiye,” usne jhuk ke kaha, “Galti ho gayi... main akeli thi, bewakoofi kar baithi...”
Imran ka gussa dard mein tabdeel ho gaya. “Galti? Kya kami reh gayi thi mere ... pyar me?”
Noor ne roti hui kaha, “Aapka pyaar kaafi hai... main kamzor pad gayi...”
Imran ne jeb se woh pehle din liye phool yaad kiye, aur socha—unmein jo pyaar tha, woh kabhi bhi poora samjha nahi gaya. "Tumne sirf mera bharosa nahi toda... tumne meri izzat ka mazaak bana diya."
Woh photo frame ek aakhri baar dekha, phir darwaza khola aur bahar nikal gaya.
Gali ke end pe theka tha. Neon sign chamak raha tha. Imran andar gaya, ek bottle maangi, aur ek ghoont mein pee gaya. Sadak ka shor, raat ka andhera, aur uske dil ka toofan ek saath usse gher rahe the. Usne aankh band ki, par Noor ka chehra, woh photo, aur woh toota bharosa dikhayi deta raha. Par ek baat saaf thi—Imran ab kabhi khud se jhooth nahi bolega aur usne talaq lene ki thani. Usne haar nahi maani thi—usne apni izzat ke liye ladaai jeeti thi.
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