Antarvasna Story: Raat Ke 12 Baje Ka Phone Call: Part 1

"Hello? Kaun bol raha hai?" Sunita ne phone kaan se lagaya, aur uski awaaz mein wohi thakaan thi jo raat ke 11:47 par har aurat ki awaaz mein hoti hai jab pati night shift par ho aur bistar aadha khaali ho. Ye antarvasna story usi khaali bistar se shuru hoti hai.

"Didi, khaana bahar gate par rakha hai, Swiggy se aaya hai," ladke ki awaaz aayi. Jawaab, thodi jaldi mein, thoda saaf. "OTP bata dijiye."

Sunita ne bed par se uthkar khidki se jhaanka. Gali mein ek bike khadi thi, headlight jal rahi thi. "Maine toh koi order nahi kiya," woh boli.

"Order Sunita ji ke naam par hai. Flat 2B, Shastri Nagar?" ladka bola.

"Yeh Shastri Nagar nahi, Shastri Nagar Extension hai. Aur main 2B nahi, 3C hoon. Tum galat pata par aa gaye," Sunita ne kaha, aur hansi aa gayi. Ladka pareshaan laga.

"Sorry didi, sorry. Main naya hoon, do din hi hue hain. Address mein gadbad ho gayi," usne kaha. "Aapka number kahaan se aaya pata nahi. Maaf kar dijiye."

"Koi baat nahi. Tumhara naam kya hai?" Sunita ne poochha, jaane kyun. Shayad isliye ki ghar mein itna sannata tha ki apni hi saans ki awaaz tez lag rahi thi.

"Vicky, didi. Vicky Yadav."

Usne phone kaat diya. Bike ki awaaz door hoti gayi. Sunita ne darwaza band kiya, bistar par let gayi, aur chhat ko dekhne lagi. Ramesh ki shift subah 6 baje tak thi. Woh ab apne bhai ke saath factory ke bahar chai pi raha hoga. Ghar mein woh, ek khaali thaali, aur ek galat number se aaya phone call.

Doosri raat ko phir phone baja. Wahi number. Sunita ka dil ek second ke liye tez dhadka, phir usne khud ko daanta. "Haan?"

"Didi, main Vicky. Woh kal wala," awaaz aayi. "Aapne mera number save kar liya tha kya? Maine aapko call nahi kiya tha."

"Maine bhi tumhe call nahi kiya," Sunita boli. "Shayad mere haath se pocket mein dab gaya ho. Sorry."

Woh hasa. Hasi mein kuch tha, khula, bina jhijhak. "Koi baat nahi didi. Aap theek hain na? Kal aapki awaaz mein thakaan thi."

Sunita ko laga koi pehli baar pooch raha hai ki woh theek hai ya nahi. Ramesh toh subah aakar seedha so jaata tha. "Theek hoon," usne kaha, lekin awaaz dhokha de gayi. Thodi dheemi pad gayi.

"Didi, aap ro rahi hain kya?" Vicky ne poochha.

"Nahi," Sunita ne jhooth bola, aur aankhon ke kone ponchhe. "Bas neend aa rahi hai."

"Toh so jaaiye. Good night, didi."

"Good night, Vicky."

Teesri raat ko Sunita ne khud phone utha liya jab number screen par chamka. "Vicky, tum phir galti se call kar diya?"

"Nahi didi. Is baar jaanboojh kar kiya," usne kaha, aur phir jaise khud sharma gaya. "Aapki awaaz achhi lagti hai. Matlab, baat karke achha lagta hai. Aap bura toh nahi maanengi?"

Sunita bistar par baith gayi. Takiye ko seene se lagaya. "Meri umar 34 hai, Vicky. Tum kitne ke ho?"

"26. Toh kya hua? Baat karne ke liye umar thodi dekhte hain."

Aur baat shuru ho gayi. Pehle idhar udhar ki baatein. Vicky ne bataya woh subah 11 se raat 1 baje tak delivery karta hai, din mein ek coaching mein padhta hai. Sunita ne bataya woh Kanpur ki hai, shaadi ko 11 saal ho gaye, koi bachcha nahi, Ramesh cycle factory mein foreman hai, night shift mein rehta hai. Baatein aisi behne lagi jaise dono ek doosre ko saalon se jaante hon.

Chauthi raat ko Vicky ne poochha, "Didi, aapke pati aapse pyaar karte hain?"

Sunita chup rahi. Phir boli, "Shaadi mein pyaar ka hisaab kaun rakhta hai, Vicky. Chalti hai, bas."

"Yeh jawab nahi hua," Vicky bola. "Aapko kabhi kisi ne phool diye?"

"Shaadi ke pehle saal mein diye the. Gulab. Laal. Phir kabhi nahi."

"Kal dekhna," Vicky ne kaha. "Raat 12 baje, darwaze par."

Sunita ka gala sookh gaya. "Vicky, pagal mat bano. Tumhe mera address nahi pata. Aur pata bhi ho toh mat aana."

"Didi, main mazaak nahi kar raha," usne kaha, awaaz dheemi karke. "Main sirf phool dekar chala jaaunga. Aap darwaza bhi mat kholna. Main rakh kar chala jaaunga."

Phone katne ke baad Sunita der tak chhat dekhti rahi. Uske haath kaanp rahe the. Yeh galat tha. Woh jaanti thi yeh galat tha. Lekin uske seene mein jo dhadkan thi, woh 11 saalon mein pehli baar itni tez dhadak rahi thi.

Paanchvi raat, 11:58 par, Sunita darwaze ke paas khadi thi. Usne khud se kaha tha ki woh sirf dekhne aayi hai, darwaza nahi kholegi. Khidki ka parda thoda hatakar usne gali mein jhaanka. Bike ki awaaz aayi, phir ruki.

Vicky aaya. Haath mein ek chhota gulab ka phool. Usne use darwaze ke bahar chaukhat par rakha, ek second ruka, aur phir upar dekha. Seedha uski khidki ki taraf. Sunita parda chhodkar peeche hati, lekin bahut der ho chuki thi. Usne dekh liya tha.

Phone baja. "Dekh liya maine," Vicky bola, haste hue. "Aap bahut sundar lag rahi thi khidki mein."

"Vicky..." Sunita ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi.

"Phool utha lijiye, didi. Sookh jaayega."

Usne darwaza khola. Gali khaali thi, bike ki pichhli light door mod par gayab ho rahi thi. Chaukhat par gulab rakha tha, taaza, laal. Sunita ne use uthaya, andar aayi, darwaza band kiya. Phool ko naak se lagaya. Khushboo aisi thi jaise 11 saal peeche chali gayi ho.

Us raat baat alag thi. Vicky ki awaaz mein kuch naya tha. "Didi, aapne phool liye?"

"Liye," Sunita boli.

"Khush hain?"

"Bahut."

"Toh ek baat kahoon? Bura mat maaniyega." Woh ruka. "Aap 'didi' nahi lagti. Aap bas Sunita lagti hain."

Sunita ke gaal garam ho gaye. "Vicky, main shaadishuda hoon."

"Main jaanta hoon. Isliye toh main door se phool dekar chala gaya. Lekin didi..." usne saans li. "Jab aap khidki mein khadi thi, nighty mein, baal khule hue... main jhooth nahi bolunga. Mera dil zor se dhadka."

Sunita ne phone kaat diya. Haath kaanp rahe the. Usne nighty ko dekha, jaise pehli baar dekh rahi ho. Usne baalon ko chhua. Aaine ke saamne jaakar khadi ho gayi. 34 saal ki aurat. Kamar par halki charbi. Aankhon ke neeche halke daag. Lekin aaj kisi ne kaha tha woh sundar lag rahi thi.

Usne aaina band kar diya. Lekin bistar par letne ke baad bhi Vicky ke shabd kaanon mein goonj rahe the. "Aap bas Sunita lagti hain."

Chhathi raat ko Sunita ne taiyaar hokar phone uthaya. Usne woh neele rang ki nighty pehni thi jo Ramesh ne kabhi dhyaan se dekhi bhi nahi thi. Baal khule chhode the. Khud par itraate hue use ajeeb lag raha tha, lekin achha bhi lag raha tha.

"Aaj aapki awaaz mein kuch alag hai," Vicky ne pehle minute mein hi pakad liya.

"Kya alag hai?" Sunita ne poochha, muskurate hue.

"Khushi. Aaj aap khush lag rahi hain."

Baat aage badhi. Vicky ne apni girlfriend ke baare mein bataya, jo use chhod kar chali gayi thi. "Usne kaha tha main sirf delivery boy hoon. Koi bhavishya nahi."

"Woh bewakoof thi," Sunita boli, aur uske muh se nikal gaya. "Tum mein bahut kuch hai, Vicky. Tumhe dekhkar lagta hai tum..." Woh ruk gayi.

"Kya lagta hai, Sunita?" Usne pehli baar use naam se pukara. 'Didi' gayab.

Sunita ki saansen tez ho gayin. "Mat poochho."

"Poochhunga. Batao."

"Tumhe dekhkar lagta hai tum kisi ko bahut khush rakh sakte ho," usne dheere se kaha. "Har tarah se."

Phone par khamoshi chha gayi. Phir Vicky ki awaaz aayi, bhari hui. "Sunita, tum jaanti ho main kya soch raha hoon?"

"Kya?"

"Main soch raha hoon ki agar main tumhare saamne hota, toh tumhare gaalon ko chhoota. Aur phir..."

"Vicky," Sunita ne use roka, lekin rok mein dum nahi tha.

"Tum roko mat. Tum khud yahi soch rahi ho. Hai na?"

Sunita ne jawab nahi diya. Jawab ki zaroorat nahi thi. Uske bistar par leti hui body khud bol rahi thi. Usne apne haathon ko dekha, jo chaadar ko kas kar pakde hue the.

"Kal raat," Vicky bola, "main phir aaunga. Phool lekar. Lekin is baar main chaukhat par nahi rakhunga."

"Toh kahaan rakhoge?" Sunita ki awaaz phusphusayi.

"Tumhare haathon mein. Darwaza kholna, Sunita. Bas ek minute ke liye."

Saatvi raat. 11:55. Sunita ne darwaza khola. Gali mein sannata tha. Door ek kutta bhoonk raha tha. Phir bike ki awaaz. Vicky aaya, bike rokkar utra. Haath mein gulab. Woh paas aaya, itna paas ki Sunita uski saans mehsoos kar sakti thi. Usne phool uske haath mein diya. Unki ungliyaan chhooin. Ek current dauda.

"Tum bahut himmat wale ho," Sunita boli.

"Tum bahut khoobsurat ho," Vicky bola.

Woh ek minute ruka. Phir dheere se uske gaal ko chhua. Sunita ne aankhein band kar li. Uska haath garam tha, khurdura tha, mehnat wala haath. Us haath ne uske gaal ko sehlaya, phir uski thhodi ko uthaya.

"Sunita," usne kaha.

Usne aankhein kholin. Vicky ka chehra bas kuch inch door tha. Uske honth sookhe the, uski saans tez thi. Sunita jaanti thi ab jo hoga, uske baad sab badal jaayega. Usne darwaza thoda aur khola.

Vicky andar aaya. Darwaza band hua. Aur usi pal, drawing room ki ghadi ne 12 bajaye.

Sunita ki peeth darwaze se lagi thi. Vicky uske saamne khada tha. Usne gulab side table par rakha. Phir usne Sunita ke dono haath pakde, aur unhe apne seene par rakh diya. Uska dil dhadak raha tha, tez, bekaaboo.

"Dekho," usne kaha. "Yeh tumhare liye dhadak raha hai."

Sunita ne uske seene par haath phera. Shirt ke neeche uski chhaati garam thi, mazboot thi. Usne shirt ke button kholne shuru kiye. Ek, do, teen. Vicky ne use roka nahi. Usne sirf dekha, aankhon mein wohi bhook jo Sunita ki aankhon mein thi.

Shirt zameen par giri. Sunita ne uske seene par apne honth rakhe. Vicky ne uske baalon mein haath daala, kas kar pakda. "Sunita," usne kaha, awaaz bhari hui.

Usne uski nighty ke strap ko kandhe se sarkaaya. Nighty dheere se neeche sarki. Sunita ne use roka nahi. Usne khud apne haathon se use neeche kheench diya. Ab woh sirf apni saanson mein khadi thi, aur Vicky ki nazron mein.

Vicky ne use dekha, lambe samay tak. Phir usne use apni baahon mein bhara. Uska nanga badan uske nange seene se laga. Sunita ne mehsoos kiya ki woh kaanp rahi hai, lekin yeh thand ka kaanpna nahi tha.

Usne use uthaya, aur bedroom tak le gaya. Bistar par litaaya. Phir woh uske upar jhuka. Uske honth uski gardan par, uske kaandhon par, uske seene par. Har chhuan par Sunita ki saans ukhadti gayi.

"Ruko," Sunita ne achanak kaha.

Vicky ruk gaya. "Kya hua?"

Sunita ne uski aankhon mein dekha. "Darwaza... darwaza lock kiya?"

Vicky muskuraya. "Kiya. Jab andar aaya tha, tabhi."

"Aur Ramesh... woh 6 baje aayega."

"Abhi 12:15 hue hain," Vicky bola. "Hamare paas poori raat hai."

Usne phir se use chhoona shuru kiya. Uske haath uske badan par ghoom rahe the, har jagah, har mod par. Sunita ne apni aankhein band kar li aur khud ko uske hawale kar diya. Uske muh se awaazein nikalne lagi, dheemi, bekabu.

Vicky ne uski taangon ko alag kiya. Phir woh neeche jhuka. Sunita ne uske baalon ko pakad liya. "Vicky," usne kaha, "mat ruko."

Kamre mein sirf saanson ki awaazein thi, aur bistar ki chadchadaahat. Sunita ka badan dhanush ki tarah tan gaya. Usne Vicky ka naam liya, baar baar. Phir ek pal aisa aaya jab uski duniya ghoom gayi, aur woh cheekh padi, takiye mein muh dabakar.

Vicky upar aaya. Uska chehra pasine se bheega tha. "Sunita, tum..."

"Chup," usne kaha, aur use apne upar kheench liya. "Ab meri baari."

Usne uske pant ka button khola. Vicky ne use roka nahi. Jab sab kuch khul gaya, toh Sunita ne use dekha, aur uski aankhon mein woh chamak thi jo 11 saalon se kahin kho gayi thi.

"Tum taiyaar ho?" usne poochha, shararat se.

"Tumhare liye hamesha," Vicky bola.

Usne use apne andar liya, dheere dheere. Dono ne ek saath saans li. Phir harkat shuru hui, dheemi, gehri, har dhakke ke saath unke badan ek doosre mein ghulte gaye. Sunita ne uski peeth ko nakhunon se kheenche, Vicky ne uske honthon ko chabaaya. Yeh pyaar nahi tha. Yeh usse bhi zyada zaroori cheez thi. Yeh bhook thi, aur aaj raat yeh bhook mitne wali thi.

Bistar hil raha tha. Deewar se sar takraane ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Kisi ko parwah nahi thi. Sunita ne apni taangein uski kamar par lapet lin. "Aur tez," usne kaha. "Ruko mat."

Vicky ne uski baat maani. Har dhakka gehra, har saans tez. Sunita ka badan phir se tanne laga. Usne mehsoos kiya woh kinare par hai. "Vicky, main..."

"Aao," usne kaha. "Mere saath aao."

Dono ek saath us paar pahunche. Sunita ki cheekh takiye mein dab gayi. Vicky ka badan kaanp utha. Phir khamoshi. Sirf dono ki saansen, tez, dheemi hoti hui.

Woh uske upar leta raha. Sunita ne uske baalon mein ungliyaan pherin. "Tumhe jaana hoga," usne kaha. "4 baje se pehle."

"Main jaanta hoon," Vicky bola. "Lekin main phir aaunga. Kal raat."

"Kal raat," Sunita ne dohraya.

Vicky ne kapde pehne. Jaate jaate usne darwaze par rukkar kaha, "Sunita, ek baat kahoon?"

"Kaho."

"Tum 'didi' kabhi thi hi nahi. Tum hamesha se Sunita thi. Bas kisi ne tumhe is naam se pukara nahi."

Woh chala gaya. Sunita ne darwaza lock kiya, bistar par let gayi. Chaadar par uski khushboo thi. Usne aaine mein khud ko dekha. Chehra laal, baal bikhre, honth sooje hue. Woh muskurayi. Pehli baar, 11 saalon mein pehli baar, woh khud ko dekhkar muskurayi thi.

Agle din Ramesh subah 6:30 par aaya. Thaka hua, paseene se bheega. Usne khaana khaaya, aur so gaya. Sunita ne use dekha, sote hue. Uske chehre par koi shikayat nahi thi. Lekin uske dil mein ab ek raaz tha, jo sirf uska tha.

Raat ko 11:47 par phone baja. "Sunita," Vicky ki awaaz aayi. "Main aa raha hoon."

"Aao," usne kaha. "Darwaza khula rahega."

12 baje, darwaze par dastak hui. Sunita ne darwaza khola. Vicky khada tha, haath mein gulab. Lekin is baar uske chehre par woh muskurahat nahi thi. Uska chehra peela pad gaya tha. Uske peeche, gali mein, ek aur bike khadi thi. Aur us bike par...

Sunita ki saans ruk gayi. Us bike par Ramesh baitha tha. Uska pati. Jo night shift par hona chahiye tha. Uske haath mein helmet tha, aur uski aankhein seedha us par tikki thi.

Agla part jald aa raha hai...