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Bahut hi shaaandar update diya hai Dev the lover bhai....UPDATE 22 – THE UNDERCOVER FRESHER
SHO Sir ne table par ek naya ID Card slide kiya. Us par meri photo thi—bina uniform ke, ek normal T-shirt mein.
SHO: “Dev Kumar. B.A. First Year. Roll Number 45.”
Maine card uthaya. Ajeeb lag raha tha.
Main: “Sir, Saloni Didi Final Year mein hain. Main 1st Year mein. Humara poora block alag hoga, timing alag hogi. Agar main unke aas-paas nahi raha, toh protection kaise dunga, waise map aapne abhi dikhaya par yeh kab banaya?”
SHO Sir ne apni chair recliner ki aur muskuraye.
SHO: “yeh humane banaya kisi aur
Ke liye tha phele par abb yeh tumhare kaam aayega Isiliye humne Principal sahab se ‘Special Request’ ki hai. Papers mein tu 1st Year ka student hai—kyunki teri age wahi allow karti hai. Par... humne tujhe ‘Student Volunteer’ aur ‘Library Assistant’ ka fake profile diya hai. Iska matlab tu official kaam se kisi bhi class mein aa-jaa sakta hai.”
Unhone ek letter aage badhaya.
SHO: “Aur yeh permission letter hai. Ismein likha hai ki tu apne subjects ke alava, ‘Senior ki Classes’ bhi attend kar sakta hai—‘Advanced Learning’ ke naam par. Principal maan gaye hain.”
Main samajh gaya. Paper par main “Padhaku ” tha, par reality mein “Bodyguard.”
Main: “Done Sir. Uniform utaarne ka waqt aa gaya hai aur aap woh robbery se kuch bhi link mile mujhe bata dijiyega”
(Phir me nikal pada vapas bike lekar college ki taraf Dophar 12:10 PM ho rahe the )
College ka mahoul police station se bilkul alag tha. Hawa mein perfumes ki khushboo, bike engines ki aawaz, aur befikre students.
Main apni bike parking mein laga raha tha. Jeans aur black shirt mein main bilkul student lag raha tha, bas farq itna tha ki mere bag mein books ke neeche meri loaded service revolver chhupi thi.
Jaise hi main corridor mein pahuncha, maine Saloni Didi ko dekha. Wo Naina aur kuch friends ke saath khadi thi.
Unhone mujhe dekha. Pehle unki nazar mere chehre par gayi, fir kapdon par, aur fir seedha meri aankhon mein.
Unke haath se unki heavy Psychology ki book phisal gayi.
Thud.
Wo tezi se mere paas aayi, unka chehra confusion aur gusse se laal tha.
Saloni (whisper karte hue chillaayi): “Dev? Tu yahan kya kar raha hai? Aur yeh... yeh civil dress kyun? Tune duty chhod di kya?”
Unka reaction ekdum genuine tha. Ek badi behen wala darr kyuki yaha woh apne payaar bhare emotion nahi dikha sakti hai naa — ki kahin chote bhai ne kuch gadbad toh nahi kar di.
Main (dheere se): “Chill Didi. Duty nahi chhodi, duty ka tarika badla hai. Undercover hoon. Aapki protection ke liye.”
Saloni: “Protection? College mein? Tu?”
Unhone mujhe upar se neeche dekha.
Saloni: “Par tu toh abhi 12th pass out hua hai na? College mein kaise ghusa?”
Main: “Fake papers. 1st Year student hoon.”
Saloni ne apna sar pakad liya.
Saloni: “Hey Bhagwan! Tu 1st Year ka ‘bacha’ hai aur main Final Year ki senior. Log kya sochenge? Ki main nursery ke bacchon ko babysit kar rahi hoon?”
Naina (peeche se aate hue): “Oye Dev! Tu yahan? Hero banne aaya hai ya padhne?”
Main: “Filhal toh bas Didi ka dimaag khane aaya hoon.”
Tabhi corridor ke dusre end se ladka apne group ke saath aaya. Mujhe wahan dekh kar wo ruka. Uski aankhon mein pehle shock aaya, fir ek gandi si smile.
Wo mere kareeb aaya, jaise koi shikaar mil gaya ho.
Ladka: “Arey arey... Dekho toh kaun aaya hai. Inspector Sahab... oh sorry, ‘Student’ Sahab.”
Uske chamche hasne lage. Saloni gusse mein aage aane lagi bolane lagi yeh arayan hai yaha ke trusty kaa betaa sala yeh baar yeh sab bigde hui hi kyu milate hai, par maine unka haath pakad kar rok diya.
Aryan: “Suna hai 1st Year mein admission mila hai? Sahi hai. Aukaat ke hisaab se class mili hai. School ki padhai poori nahi hui thi kya, jo yahan ‘ABCD’ seekhne aa gaye?”
Mera chehra shant tha, par meri body language change ho gayi thi. Maine halka sa aage step liya, Aryan ke personal space mein.
Main (bilkul thande dimaag se):
“Aryan... Main yahan History padhne aaya hoon. Par agar zarurat padi... toh ‘Geography’ badal dunga tumhare chehre ki.”
Aryan ki smile freeze ho gayi.
Main muskuraya—ek police wali smile, student wali nahi.
Main: “Aur haan, main ‘Freshie’ hoon na? Toh seniors ki izzat karta hoon. Jab tak seniors limit mein rahein.”
Maine Saloni naina didi ki taraf ishara kiya.
Main: “Chalein Senior?”
Aryan wahan khada reh gaya, insult digest karne ki koshish kar raha tha.
Final Year History Lecture. Room No. 302.
Class full thi. Prof. Gupta (jo apne gusse ke liye mashhoor the) board par kuch likh rahe the.
Saloni chupchap andar gayi aur Third Row mein baith gayi. Wo dua kar rahi thi ki main wahan na aaun.
Par maine darwaze par knock kiya.
Main: “May I come in, Sir?”
Puri class ghoom gayi. 50 seniors mujhe ghoor rahe the. Pin drop silence.
Prof. Gupta ne chashma neeche kiya.
Prof. Gupta: “Yes? Tum kaun? Yeh Final Year ki class hai. 1st year ka block neeche hai.”
Maine Principal ka sign kiya hua letter unke table par rakha.
Main: “Sir, Special Permission. Mujhe History mein extra research karni hai. Principal Sir ne allow kiya hai audit karne ke liye.”
Prof. Gupta ne letter padha, phir mujhe ghoora. Unhe yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki koi voluntarily unki boring class attend karna chahta hai.
Prof. Gupta: “Theek hai. Par yaad rakhna Mr. Dev... yeh College hai, Police Station nahi. Agar awaz ki, toh out.”
Main: “Yes Sir.”
Main class ke beech se chala. Aryan peeche baitha smirk kar raha tha. Ladkiyan aapas mein whisper kar rahi thi—“Yeh wahi viral cop hai na?”
Saloni ne apni book se chehra chhupa liya tha. Unhe sharam aa rahi thi ki unka “chhota bhai” unki class mein baith raha hai aur unko dar thaa kahi unke chhota bhai ke andar se unka lover naa nikal aaye.
Main chalta gaya... aur theek Saloni ke peeche wali bench par jaa kar baitha.
Position perfect thi. Yahan se main puri class dekh sakta tha, aur Saloni meri reach mein thi.
Jaise hi main settle hua, maine table ke neeche se apna pair aage kiya aur Saloni ki chair ke paye (leg) par halka sa maara.
Tak.
Saloni ne jhatke se peeche mud kar dekha, aankhen gusse mein badi karke—“Kya hai?”
Maine aankh maari aur dheere se kaha, “Notes banao Didi, fail ho jaogi.”
Wo chidh kar wapas ghoom gayi.
Bahar se hum bhai-behen lad rahe the.
Par meri nazrein board par nahi thi... meri nazrein darwaze aur khidkiyon par thi.
Kyunki mujhe pata tha, V ka informer yahin kahin hai.
Lecture shuru hua.
Dev “The Student” acting kar raha tha.
Par Dev “The Cop” shikaar ka intezaar kar raha tha.
Lecture shuru hue 15 minute ho chuke the.
Professor Gupta Mughal Architecture par speech de rahe the, aur aadhe students neend mein the.
Saloni Didi (Third Row) seedha baith kar notes likhne ki acting kar rahi thi.
Main (Dev) unke theek peeche (Fourth Row) baitha tha.
Mere bagal mein ek chashmish ladka baitha tha jo mujhe aise dekh raha tha jaise main alien hoon. Maine use ‘shhh’ ka ishara kiya, wo bechara darr ke maare kone mein dubak gaya.
Mera dhyaan board par nahi... Saloni par tha.
Unke baal khule the aur peeth par bikhre hue the.
Hawa (fan) se unke baal udd kar meri desk par aa rahe the.
Maine dheere se aage jhuk kar, unke kaan ke paas whisper kiya.
Itna dheere ki sirf unhe sunayi de.
Main: “Madam... baal baandh lijiye. Padhai disturb ho rahi hai.”
Saloni ke shareer mein ek Sihran (Shiver) daud gayi.
Unhone jhat se apne baal ek side kiye aur peeche mud kar mujhe ghoora.
Unki aankhon mein gussa tha, par gaalon par halki si Laali (Blush) thi.
Saloni (whisper mein): “Chup chap baith. Padhne de mujhe.”
Main: “Main toh padh hi raha hoon... ‘History’ aapki aankhon mein.”
Saloni ne sharam ke maare turant saamne dekh liya.
Naina (jo Saloni ke bagal mein thi) ne Saloni ko hilaya.
Naina: “Kya hua? Peeche kyun dekh rahi hai baar-baar?”
Saloni (hadbada kar): “K-Kuch nahi. Wo... pen gir gaya tha.”
Naina ne shaq bhari nazron se peeche mujhe dekha.
Maine bade innocent tarike se apne notes dikha diye.
Main: “Didi, ‘Taj Mahal’ ki spelling kya hoti hai?”
Naina ne sar peet liya.
Naina: “Hey Bhagwan! Ise promotion chahiye? Ise toh school wapas bhejo.”
Lecture bohot boring tha. Mujhse chup nahi baitha ja raha tha.
Maine apni notebook ka ek panna faada.
Us par kuch likha.
Use fold kiya.
Maine table ke neeche se apna pair aage kiya aur Saloni ki chair ko halka sa Kick kiya.
Tak.
Saloni ne ignore kiya.
Maine phir kiya. Tak-Tak.
Saloni ne gusse mein apna haath peeche kiya (bina mude), taaki wo mujhe chuti kaat sake ya roke.
Maine mauka dekh kar wo Chitthi unke haath mein pakda di.
Saloni chauki. Unhone mutthi band kar li.
Unhone idhar-udhar dekha. Professor board par likh rahe the. Naina notes mein busy thi.
Saloni ne dheere se chitthi kholi aur apni book ke beech mein rakh kar padhne lagi.
Note mein likha tha:
“Senior Madam, agar Junior ko bhook lag rahi ho toh kya Canteen jaane ki permission milegi?
Ya phir... punishment mein aapke saath lunch karna padega?”
Saloni ke chehre par ek Muskaan aa gayi jo wo rok nahi paayi.
Unhone pen uthaya aur usi chitthi par reply likha.
Phir haath peeche karke (jaise stretch kar rahi hon), chitthi meri desk par gira di.
Reply:
“Junior ko punishment milegi. Apna tiffin chupchap finish karo. Aur mujhe tang kiya toh Principal se shikayat kar dungi.”
Maine reply padha aur muskura diya.
Shikayat?
Principal toh kya, CM bhi aa jaye toh main apni jagah se nahi hilne wala.
Lecture khatam hone ki bell baji.
Students bahar nikalne lage.
Main bhi bag utha kar khada hua.
Naina: “Chalo yaar, finally chhutti hui is lecture se. Bhook lagi hai.”
Saloni ne apna bag pack kiya. Wo khadi hui, par wo Aryan (jo unke bagal wali row mein baitha tha) ka wait kar rahi thi ki wo chala jaye taaki saamna na ho.
Par Aryan wahin khada tha.
Wo mujhe dekh raha tha. Uski aankhon mein Chidh thi.
Aryan: “Kyun Inspector? Samajh aaya kuch lecture mein?
Ya bas peeche baith kar time pass kar rahe the didi se ?”
Main Saloni aur Naina ke paas gaya.
Main: “Lecture ka toh pata nahi Aryan... par maine ek cheez seekhi.”
Aryan: “Kya?”
Main: “Ki History gawah hai... jab bhi koi raja apni hadd paar karta hai... toh uska Samrajya gir jaata hai.
Isliye ‘Senior’ hone ka ghamand mat karna.”
Maine Saloni ki taraf dekha aur aankh maari.
Saloni hansi chhupa kar Naina ka haath pakad kar chalne lagi.
Naina: “Oye hoye! Dialogues toh bade bhaari maar raha hai aaj kal.
Lagta hai police ki training mein yahi sikhaya hai.”
Main: “Bas Didi... sangati ka asar hai waise abhi training baaki hai .”
Hum corridor mein chal rahe the.
Naina beech mein, Saloni right mein, main left mein.
Students mujhe dekh rahe the (Viral Cop factor), par koi paas nahi aa raha tha kyunki mera ‘Look’ thoda serious tha.
Chalte-chalte...
Mera haath aur Saloni ka haath (jo side mein latak rahe the) aapas mein takraye.
Ek baar... do baar.
Teesri baar mein...
Saloni ne apni chhoti ungli (pinky finger) meri chhoti ungli mein fasa li.
Hook.
Maine unki taraf dekha. Wo saamne dekh rahi thi, baat Naina se kar rahi thi.
Saloni: “Haan Naina, wo notes mujhe de dena...”
Par unki ungli meri ungli ko Hold kiye hue thi.
Yeh chhota sa touch... kisi bhi bade hug se zyada romantic tha.
Yeh keh raha tha — “Tu mere saath hai, mujhe sukoon hai.”
Naina: “Dev, tu sun raha hai?”
Main hadbada gaya.
Main: “Haan? Kya?”
Naina: “Tu kahan khoya hai? Main puch rahi hoon canteen chalna hai ya tu station wapas jayega?”
Saloni ne neeche se meri ungli daba di (Ishara: Mana mat karna).
Main: “Station toh baad mein jaunga. Pehle canteen.
Suna hai yahan ke samose bohot famous hain.”
Naina (shaki nazron se): “Tujhe bada pata hai? Pehle kabhi aaya hai kya yahan?”
Main: “Research Didi... Police research.”
Hum canteen ki taraf badhe.
Saloni ki ungli abhi bhi meri ungli mein thi.
Duniya ke liye hum teen students the.
Par mere aur Saloni ke liye... yeh corridor Jannat se kam nahi tha..
“waise sahi batau toh mujhe apne purane life ki memory waale se chutiya koi nahi lag raha aise thrills se toh life me maza bana rehata hai warna sala roz wahi khao piyo so jaao sala...”
Nice and lvely update....
