Update 35
Hariye ne muskurate hue kaha, "Theek hai, Bahurani."
Saba ka dil thoda halka hua, usne sharma kar poocha, "Toh phir... hum ab dost hain na? Theek hai?"
Hariye ne sirf "Okay" kaha, uski aankhon mein ek chamak thi, lekin woh chup raha.
Saba khush ho gayi andar se. Usne bathroom mein shower ka knob ghumaya, zor se paani ki fuhar girne lagi. Phir woh zor se daud padi bathroom ki bahar, jaise bachchon ki tarah masti mein. "Bahurani, yeh kya kar rahi ho!" Hariye peeche hata, lekin uska chehra khil gaya.
Saba ruk kar hans padi, paani uske kapdon pe gir raha tha, uski kameez geeli ho gayi thi thodi si. "Hum toh dost hain na ab! Yeh toh dost hi karte hain!" Usne kaha aur dono hansne lage. Hariye ka purana, kala chehra pehli baar itna khush laga Saba ko. Woh bhi hans rahi thi, uski awaaz mein ek masoomiyat thi. Paani ki boondon se uske baal geele ho gaye the, chehre pe chamak aa gayi. Dono ke beech ka tension ek pal mein pighal gaya.
Ek din raat ka waqt. Dining table pe Jameel , Arif aur Zareen baith kar baatein kar rahe the. Arif office ki stories suna raha tha, Zareen has rahi thi, Jameel chai pee rahe the. Saba kitchen mein thi, rotiyan sek rahi thi. Hariye uske paas aaya, rotiyan lene ke bahane. Jab Saba jhuk kar roti utha rahi thi, Hariye ne dheere se uski gaand pe ek halka sa thappad mar diya. Zor se nahi, lekin itna ki Saba ko feel ho gaya – garam, teasing touch.
Saba ka jism ekdum se sakht ho gaya. Woh tezi se peeche mud kar dekha – Hariye khada tha, muh pe wohi naughty muskurahat. "Tumhari itni himmat!" Saba ne gusse mein kaha, awaaz thodi tez, lekin table pe logon tak na pahunche utni.
Hariye hans pada, "Kyun Bahurani? Hum toh dost hain na?"
Saba ka chehra laal ho gaya. Gussa, sharm, aur kuch aur – sab mila hua. Woh kuch pal chup rahi, phir dheemi awaaz mein boli, "Dekho... dosti mein yeh sab theek nahi. Main shadi-shuda hoon."
Hariye ki muskurahat thodi fadak gayi. Usne sir jhuka liya, "Ji Bahurani." Aur chupchap rotiyan le kar table ki taraf chala gaya.
Saba kitchen mein akeli reh gayi. Usne roti sekna jaari rakha, lekin haath thode kaanp rahe the. "Maine theek kiya na? Usne meri private jagah pe haath lagaya... chi!" Usne socha. Lekin saath hi ek chhoti si bechaini thi – Hariye ka chehra utar gaya tha, jaise uska dil dukha ho. "Arre, woh toh mazak kar raha tha... par main shadi-shuda hoon, Arif mera pati hai." Usne khud ko samjhaya. Phir bhi, dil mein ek chhota sa guilt tha. Hariye ne toh sirf masti ki thi, jaise dost karte hain.
Agla din dopahar ka waqt. Ghar shant tha. Jamil so rahe the, Arif office mein, Zareen aunty kitchen mein baithi thi. Hariye bathroom mein kapde dho raha tha, bucket mein paani chhalk raha tha. Zareen aunty ne Saba ko bulaya, "Beta, yeh Arif ki white shirt hai. Hariye ko de dena, alag se dhone ko bolna, daag na lag jaye."
Saba ne shirt li aur bathroom ki taraf gayi. Dil mein thodi si nervousness thi kal raat ki baat ki wajah se. Door pe pahunch kar usne dheere se kaha, "Hariye kaka... yeh shirt hai. White hai, alag se dhona please."
Hariye ne sirf "Ji" kaha, shirt li aur paani mein daal diya. Nazrein nahi milayi, baat nahi badhayi. Pehle jaise dost wali feeling nahi thi ab.
Saba ka dil thoda bhari ho gaya. "Kal maine zyada serious ho gayi kya?" Usne socha. Usne masti karne ka mood banaya, Hariye ko thoda cheer up karne ke liye. Shower ka knob ghuma diya zor se – jharne ki tarah paani girne laga. Woh daudne lagi , jaise pehle kiya tha, hansti hui.
Lekin daudte waqt uska paon phisla thoda sa, aur woh Hariye se takra gayi. Takrate hi bucket ulta ho gaya, rang wale kapde white shirt pe gir gaye. Shirt pe laal, neela rang fail gaya – bilkul kharab!
"Arre!" Saba chillayi.
Usi waqt Zareen aunty daud kar aayi, awaaz sun kar. Bathroom ka darwaza khula tha, woh andar aayi aur scene dekha – white shirt rang se bhari hui. Aunty ka chehra thoda gussa, lekin mitha sa – jaise maa bachchon ko daantti hai.
Aunty ne muskurate hue darwaza band kar diya bahar se, click ki awaaz aayi. "Tum dono mil kar yeh shirt ka rang utaar do achhe se. Jab tak saaf na ho, dopahar ka khana nahi milega kisi ko!"
Andar se Saba ki awaaz aayi, "mA! Darwaza khol do please!"
Lekin zareen hans kar chali gayi, "Nahi beta, punishment hai tum dono ki masti ki!"
Bathroom mein Hariye aur Saba akelo mein band. Paani gir raha tha shower se, geela floor. Hariye shirt ko ragad raha tha, chehra serious. Saba paas khadi thi, uske kapde bhi geele ho gaye the thode se, kameez chipak gayi thi jism se. Uske curves saaf dikh rahe the, lekin ab mood alag tha.
Saba ne dheere se kaha, "Sorry Hariye kaka... main toh bas masti kar rahi thi."
Hariye ne pehli baar nazar uthayi, uski aankhon mein thodi si narazgi, thoda sa pyar. "Koi baat nahi Bahurani. Galti ho jati hai."
Saba ka dil pighla. Usne paas aakar shirt ragadne mein help karne lagi. Dono ke haath paani mein, ek doosre ke paas. Shower ki awaaz mein unki saansein sun rahi thi. Saba ke geele baal uske chehre pe lage hue the, uski khushboo Hariye tak pahunch rahi thi. Hariye ka mazboot haath shirt ragad raha tha, lekin ab uski nazar Saba pe thi – dheere se, pyar se.
Saba ne sharma kar kaha, "Kal raat... main zyada gussa ho gayi thi na?"
Hariye muskuraya halke se, "Dost ho toh thoda sa haq banta hai na?"
Saba hans padi, paani uske honthon pe tha. "Haan... lekin limit mein rehna padega."
Dono hansne lage, shirt abhi bhi rang se bhari thi, lekin unke beech ka rishta thoda aur gehra ho gaya tha. Bathroom ke band darwaze ke andar, paani ki boondon ke saath unki dosti mein ek nayi masti shamil ho gayi thi – thodi si dangerous, thodi si sweet.
Bathroom ka darwaza band tha, andar paani ki boondon ki awaaz goonj rahi thi. Saba khadi thi, uski kameez geeli ho chuki thi, pani se chipki hui – uske gore, bhare hue doodh saaf nazar aa rahe the, nipples thode se ubhar gaye the sardi se. Uske jism ki garmi aur geelapan se ek ajib si sensation ho rahi thi, jaise excitement aur nervousness ka mix. Hariye bucket mein shirt ragad raha tha, uske mazboot, kale haathon se sabun ki jhaag ban rahi thi. Waqt guzar raha tha, lekin dono ke beech silence tha – sirf pani ki awaaz aur unki saansein.
Kabhi kabhi unki nazrein milti, Hariye ki aankhon mein ek chamak, Saba ki mein sharm aur curiosity. Woh muskurate, halki si smile – jaise kuch unsaid feelings exchange ho rahe hon. Saba ka dil dhadak raha tha, "Yeh kaisa ehsaas hai? Yeh budha aadmi, lekin ab dost jaisa lag raha hai." Usne socha, aur thodi der baad usne decide kiya help karne ka. "Hariye, main bhi madad karti hoon," usne dheere se kaha aur bucket ke paas jhuk gayi. Usne apni orhna utar kar side pe rakh di, bhool gayi thi pehle ki baatein – woh accident jaisa behavior jo Hariye ne kiya tha. Ab usko lag raha tha Hariye pe trust kar sakti hai, uski aankhon mein kuch genuine tha.
Saba ne shirt ko ragadna shuru kiya, uske haath paani mein dub gaye. Jhukte hue uske doodh hil rahe the, upar neeche, jaise waves – geeli kameez se aur bhi prominent. Uske jism ki har movement mein ek sensuality thi, garmi badh rahi thi bathroom mein. Hariye ki nazar chori se uske doodh pe gayi, woh ubharte hue curves ko dekh raha tha, uski saansein tez ho gayi. Saba ne notice kiya, usne eye bruw chadha kar kaha, "Kya dekh rahe ho? Kaam karo!"
Hariye muskuraya, woh naughty wali smile, "Ji Bahurani, bas aise hi." Usne nazar hata li, lekin andar se uska dil jor se dhadak raha tha – Saba ki beauty usko paagal kar rahi thi.
Achanak Hariye ke pet mein zor ka dard utha, jaise pressure build ho gaya ho. "Ahh!" usne haath pet pe rakha aur jaldi se apni lungi dheeli ki, hanger pe latka di aur toilet seat pe baith gaya. Saba ka muh khula reh gaya, usne jaldi se aankhon pe haath rakh liye, "Arre! Yeh kya kar rahe ho?" Uski awaaz mein shock aur sharm.
Hariye ne pareshan hokar kaha, "Pet mein zor se chhap diya Bahurani, aur saha nahi ja raha." Usne shuru kar diya, awaaz aane lagi.
Saba ne "Chi chi!" kaha, usko vomit jaisa feel ho raha tha, muh band kar liya. Uske dil mein disgust tha, lekin saath hi ek weird intimacy – yeh sab itna personal. Kuch der baad sab normal hua, Hariye ne saans li, Saba ne haath hataye. Woh basin ke paas khadi ho gayi, mirror mein apne geele baal theek karne lagi. Uske chehre pe paani ki boondein chamak rahi thi, lips thode khule the.
Hariye ne zor se ek paad maara, awaaz bathroom mein goonj gayi. Saba ab normal feel kar rahi thi, usne halke se has kar kaha, "Hota nahi tumhara? Control karo na!"
Hariye hans pada, "Kya karun Bahurani, insaan hoon." Saba ko ab yeh sab aswabhavik nahi lag raha tha – pehle bhi usne Hariye ko nanga dekha tha, uska kala, mazboot jism. Ab toh jaise dostana comfort tha.
Hariye ne kaam khatam kiya, lekin uske haathon mein rang laga tha kapdon ka, chipchipa. Woh badna (mug) uthane gaya, lekin haath phisal rahe the. Usne Saba ki taraf dekha, aankhon se request ki – "Please..."
Saba samajh gayi, lekin usne sir hila kar kaha, "Nahin, main nahi kar paungi. Yeh... chi!"
Hariye ka chehra utar gaya, aankhein neeche kar li – jaise dil dukha ho. Usne khud try kiya, lekin rang se haath gande.
Saba ka dil pighla, usko guilt hua – "Bechara, maine zyada strict ho gayi." Usne dheere se badna uthaya aur shower on kar ke paani daala, Hariye ke peeche. "Theek hai, main karti hoon," usne kaha, awaaz mein softness.
Hariye khush hua, usne thanks kaha. Saba ne hose se paani daala, uski peeth pe, neeche. Masti mein aakar, usne do ungliyan Hariye ki gaand mein dheere se daal di – teasingly, jaise joke.
Hariye chillaya, "Aah! Bahurani!" Uth kar kud gaya, dard aur shock se.
Saba zor se hans padi, uski hasi goonj gayi – pure dil se. Uske haathon pe thoda ganda laga tha, lekin ab yeh sab masti lag raha tha. Hariye bhi hansne laga, dono ke chehron pe khushi. Bathroom mein paani, hasi, aur unke beech ki yeh nayi closeness – erotic, emotional, aur thodi si wild. Saba ka jism abhi bhi geela tha, doodh hil rahe the hasi se, Hariye ki nazar wahan atak gayi. Unka rishta ab aur gehra ho gaya tha, trust aur teasing ka perfect mix.
