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Status: Main unarmed + shirtless.
Time limit: Seconds.
Joker ne Saloni Didi ko jhatka diya — woh seat par giri, maatha lohe se takraya.
“Aah!”
Mera shareer aage badha, par maine pair zameen mein gadd diye.
Abhi nahi ek galat kadam aur didi ki jaan....
Joker (hanste hue): “Dekh raha hoon… aankhon mein gussa hai, pairon mein control.
V Sir ne sahi kaha tha… tu aam police wala nahi hai.”
Main (shaant): “Saloni ko chhod de. Tera kaam mujhse hai na? Main aa gaya.”
Joker: “Tch tch… itni jaldi nahi.
Pehle live stream on karenge. Duniya dekhegi Inspector kaise ghutno par gidgidata hai.”
Usne Rear Guard ko ishara kiya.
Joker: “Oye! Iske haath baandh. Tight.”
Target 2 rifle latka kar zip-ties le aaya.
Window of Opportunity.
Jab woh mere paas aaya — Joker ka vision block.
3… 2… 1…
Maine uski kalaayi pakdi — ek jhatke mein kheench kar Human Shield banaya.
Gala arm mein phasaya — Chokehold.
Joker (chilla kar): “Chhod usse!”
Gun meri taraf.
Main (gunde ke kaan mein): “Sorry dost.”
Belt se pistol nikali — tez movement, kisi ne dekha hi nahi.
Joker trigger dabane wala tha…
THAIN!
Meri goli pehle — seedha Joker ke dahine kandhe par.
“AAAAHHH!”
Gun giri.
Saloni Didi: “Dev peeche!”
Driver shotgun ghuma raha tha.
Maine chokehold wale gunde ko driver par dhakka maara — dono narrow passage mein phans gaye.
Ab main free ho gaya thaa.
Joker zameen par, gun uthane ki koshish.
Main uske upar kooda — knee drop chhaati par.
CRACK! (pasliyan tooti)
Gardan pakad kar zameen par patka.
Mask tedhi, khoon nikal raha.
Main (guraate hue): “Kisne bheja hai tujhe? Bol!”
Peeche movement.
Target 2 rifle utha chuka tha — seedha aim.
Main Joker ke upar tha. Bachne ki jagah nahi.
Goli chalti toh main hat jata… par Saloni ko lagti.
Waqt ruk gaya.
Clock Mark sensation wapas — halki si.
Muscles vibrate.
Trigger dabta hua dikh raha tha — slow motion.
Maine Joker ki giri gun uthayi, bina dekhe peeche aim…
CLANG!
Goli seedha rifle ke barrel par — sparks, rifle giri.
Main palta — daud — Flying Knee seedha jaw par.
Woh behosh seat par gira.
Bus mein sannata.
Teen gunde. 30 seconds.
Khel khatam.
Main Joker ke paas wapas.
Mask nocha — military cut, gardan par tattoo. Mercenary.
Main: “V kaun hai? Woh mujhse kya chahta hai?”
Joker (khoon thookte, creepy smile): “Woh test le raha tha Dev.
Tumhari speed… accuracy… decision making.
Bina kisi bachche ko maare rok liya… toh tum Phase 2 ke liye qualify kar gaye.”
Main: “Phase 2? Kya bakwaas?”
Joker: “Phase 2… jahan dushman bahar se nahi aayenge…
Tumhare andar se aayenge.
V ne kaha hai… ‘Time God ka asli dushman Samay hi hota hai.’”
Yeh bolte hi daant beech mein dabaye — Cyanide capsule.
Body akad gayi. Khatam.
Maine gusse mein zameen par mukka maara.
“Damn it Madharchod sala..!”
Tabhi halki rone ki aawaz…
Saloni Didi seat ke kone mein dubki hui — chehra safed.
Phir nange seene par purane zakhm dekhe.
Darr pighal gaya aur unhe sayad apna babu dikh gaya .
Woh aage badhi aur itni zor se gale lagaya ki saans atak gayi.
Saloni Didi (phoot-phoot kar): “Mujhe laga maine tujhe kho diya…”
Main: “Kaha tha na… narak mein bhi chhupne ki jagah nahi milegi enko meri didi ko chua enhhone yeh esi layak the .
Main aa gaya Didi. Kuch nahi hone dunga.”
Maine sir hilaya — aankhein boli: “V ko dhoondhna padega Sir. Yeh sirf shuruaat hai.”
Bus se neeche utre hue, mujhe duniya hero ki tarah dekh rahi thi.
Par Saloni Didi ne mera haath itna kass ke pakda tha…
jaise chhoda toh main hawa mein gayab ho jaunga.
Aur shayad… unka darr sahi bhi tha.
Kyunki jis raste par main chal pada tha…
wahan se wapas aana aasaan nahi tha,woh kehate hai naa joh upper aapke liye likha jaa chuka woh badlega nahi chahe aap time traveller hi kyu naa ban jaaye.....
Bus ki aakhri seedhi utarte waqt mere pair thode bhaari lag rahe the.
Adrenaline ka nasha ab utar raha tha, aur shareer ka dard wapas aa raha tha.
Bahar ki duniya shor se bhari thi.
Police sirens, wireless ki karkash aawazein, aur hazaaron logon ki bheed ka shor.
Lekin Saloni Didi ke liye, duniya abhi bhi wahin ruki hui thi — us bandook ki nali par.
Unhone mera haath itni zor se pakda hua tha ki unke nakhun meri skin mein gadd rahe the.
Unka chehra mere nange kandhe (shoulder) mein chhupa hua tha.
Woh duniya ko dekhna hi nahi chahti thi.
SHO Sir ne turant apni cap utaar kar apne seene se laga li aur commandos ko order diya:
“Ghera bana lo! Media ko paas mat aane dena. Inhe gaadi tak le chalo.”
Cameras ki flashlights bijli ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
“Inspector Dev! Ek statement!”
“Andar kya hua?”
“Aapne unhe kaise mara?”
Sawal teeron ki tarah aa rahe the, par maine sar nahi uthaya.
Mera poora dhyaan bas Saloni ko bheed se bacha kar nikaalne par tha.
Bheed ko cheerte hue hum jeep ke paas pahunche.
Wahan Naina Didi khadi thi.
Police wale unhe roke hue the, par jaise hi unhone Saloni ko dekha, woh police walon ko dhakka dekar aage aayi.
Saloni ne sar uthaya.
Dono behne ek dusre ko dekh kar phoot-phoot kar rone lagi.
Naina ne Saloni ko gale lagaya, phir mujhe.
Naina (sisakte hue): “Sorry Dev... I am so sorry... meri galti thi... main pani lene kyun gayi...”
Maine Naina ke sar par haath rakha.
Mera haath khoon aur mitti se sana tha, isliye maine unhe chua nahi, bas hawa mein haath rakh kar kaha:
Main (thaki hui aawaz mein): “Galti kismat ki thi Didi, aapki nahi. Woh ab safe hai. Ghar chalo.”
Hum jeep mein baithe.
Is baar main driving seat par nahi, peeche baitha tha — Saloni aur Naina ke beech mein.
Sharma Ji gaadi chala rahe the.
Jeep ka kaanch chadhate hi bahar ka shor kam ho gaya.
Gadi start hui.
AC ki thandi hawa mere pasine se bheegi hui body par lag rahi thi, jo chubhan de rahi thi.
Poore raaste sannata tha.
Aisa sannata jo shor se zyada kaatta hai.
Saloni didi ne apna sar mere kandhe par tika rakha tha. Unki saansein abhi bhi atki-atki si aa rahi thi (hiccups).
Beech-beech mein unka shareer jhatka leta (tremble karta), jaise dimaag wapas us bus ke andar chala jaata ho.
Maine dheere se apna haath unke haath par rakha.
Unhone turant meri hatheli ko dono haathon se thaam liya.
Mom (rote hue): “Mera bachcha... meri gudiya... tu thik hai na?”
Dad ki nazrein Saloni par thi, par phir unhone mujhe dekha.
Main jeep se utra — shirtless, jeans par khoon ke dhabbe, chhaati aur haathon par kharochein.
Ek pal ke liye dad ke chehre par darr aaya.
Woh apne “Inspector Bete” ko nahi... ek aise insaan ko dekh rahe the jo maut ke muh se wapas aaya tha.
Woh mere paas aaye.
Unhone kuch bola nahi. Bas mera kandha thapthapaya. Unka haath kaanp raha tha, unke haatho ki shivering mujhe mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Ek baap ka shukriya aur darr... dono us sparsh mein the.
Main: “Main upar ja raha hoon. Nahana hai.”
Meri aawaz itni rookhi aur thandi thi ki sabne mujhe mud kar dekha.
Kabir bhai mujhe upar mere bathroom tak chhod kar aaye.
Sahi bataun toh mere andar ka bachpana keh raha tha ro padu... par aisa main ab nahi kar sakta tha.
Aur mujhe abhi tootna allowed nahi tha.
Main seedha apne bathroom ka darwaza lock kar liya.
Shower on kiya.
Thanda paani mere shareer par gira.
Neeche farsh par paani ke saath halka laal rang (khoon) behne laga.
Woh khoon mera nahi tha... un gundon ka tha.
Maine apni aankhein band ki.
Dimaag mein wahi scene replay ho raha tha —
Joker ka haath todna... Rifle wale ke jabde par kick maarna... Uski aankhon mein maut ka darr dekhna.
Maine deewar par zor se haath mara.
“Damn it!”
Kya main phir wahi monster banta ja raha hoon?
Saloni didi ne mujhe woh karte hue dekha.
Kya woh ab mujhse darrne lagi hai?
Main jaanta hoon woh meri pichle janam mein kuch aur thi, par wapas main unko uss roop mein dekh sakta hoon... par kya woh dekh paayengi mujhe aise?
Aur main unko kaiyi baar ‘Saloni’ bol chuka hoon... kya woh isko notice ki hongi?
Nahane ke baad main kapde pehen kar room mein aaya.
Andhera tha. Maine light nahi jalayi.
Bas bed ke kinare baith gaya, geele baal ponche nahi maine, unn se paani tapak raha tha.
Yeh apne pyaar se mujhe mere hi dil mein dard dene lagi hain.
Unhone glass table par rakha aur mere saamne zameen par (carpet par) baith gayi.
Woh mere ghutno par apna sar rakh kar let gayi.
Kuch der tak hum dono chup rahe.
Sirf ghadi ki tik-tik sunayi de rahi thi.
Phir unhone dheere se bola:
Saloni: “Dev ek baat puchu main tujhse?”
Main (has kar): “Aap bina kuch soche pucho naa.”
Saloni: “Tere mann mein kuch aisa toh nahi hai na joh tu mujhse bata sakta hai...?”
Main chauk gaya. Maine neeche dekha.
Woh meri taraf nahi dekh rahi thi, bas mere pairon ko pakde hue thi.
Main: “Didi... main...”
Saloni: “Tujhe safayi dene ki zaroorat nahi hai.
Maine dekha tha... jab woh aadmi mujh par gun taane khada tha... teri aankhon mein aansu the.
Tu gusse mein nahi tha Dev... tu dard mein tha.”
Unhone sar uthaya aur meri aankhon mein dekha.
Unki aankhon mein ab darr nahi tha. Bas ek gehari samajh thi.
Saloni: “Tu monster nahi hai. Tu bas... tu bas mera bhai hai jo mujhe bachane ke liye duniya se lad gaya.
Lekin Dev...”
Unhone mera haath pakda.
Saloni: “Us gunde se ladte waqt tune aisa kyun kaha ‘Chhod Saloni ko’...
Sach bata... kya aisa kuch hai jo main nahi jaanti hu tere baare mein?”
Main jhooth bol sakta tha. Keh sakta tha ki main galti se bol gaya.
Par Saloni ki aankhein jhooth pakad leti hain.
Mujhe ehsaas hua ki main unhe andhere mein rakh kar unki hifazat nahi kar sakta.
Agar dushman mere ghar tak aa gaya... toh Saloni ko pata hona chahiye ki jung kis cheez ki hai.
Jhooth ki buniyaad par main unki suraksha nahi kar paunga.
Maine ek gehri saans li aur faisla kar liya.
Main: “Didi... darwaza lock kar do. Aur light off kar do.”
Saloni didi thoda chauki.
Saloni: “Kyun? Sab thik toh hai na?”
Main: “Bas kar do. Mujhe tumhe kuch dikhana hai. Kuch batana hai jo maine aaj tak kisi se nahi kaha aur uske bare me ache se mujhe bhi abhi kuch din pehle pata chala hai.”
Unki dhadkan tez ho gayi (main unki gardan ki nas fadfadaate hue dekh sakta tha).
Par unhone sawal nahi kiya.
Unhone uth kar darwaza lock kiya aur switch dabaya.
Kamre mein ghup andhera ho gaya. Sirf khidki ke parde se chhan kar aati hui street light ki halki si lakeer thi.
Woh wapas aayi aur mere paas bed par baith gayi. Andhere mein hum ek dusre ki saansein sun sakte the.
Maine us shakti ko pukara jo mere andar soyi hui thi. Maine us ‘Time God’ wale hisse ko chhua jo main daba kar rakhta hoon.
Main (mann mein): “Dikha de Dev... aaj sach dikha de.”
Halki si bhan-bhanahat (vibration) shuru hui.
Saloni didi ke haathon mein kampan hua. Woh haath chhudana chahti thi darr ke maare, par maine kass ke pakad liya.
Main: “Darna mat. Dekho.”
Dheere-dheere... andhere kamre mein ek Neeli (Blue) roshni chamakne lagi.
Mere kalaayi par.
Wahi Clock Mark (Ghadi ka Nishan) ubhar aaya.
Woh skin ke upar nahi tha... woh skin ke andar se glow kar raha tha.
Ek gol chakr, jisme ajeeb si lipi (script) ghoom rahi thi. Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...
Saloni didi ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi.
Unhone apni ungli se us roshni ko chhua.
Woh garam nahi thi... woh shant thi.
Saloni (whisper mein): “Yeh....yeh wahi nishan hai..... jo bachpan mein tumhare jagane se pehle dekha tha par mujhe laga mera waham hai...”
Main chauk gaya — Kya sach keh rahi hain? Mujhe laga yeh mujhe abhi mila kuch din pehle... matlab mujhe abhi pura sab yaad nahi purane time ka.
Saloni (dar kar): “Purane time ka matlab Dev?”
Main unke haath kass ke pakad kar:
“Yeh mera punarjanam hai Saloni...”
Woh mera haath chudwa kar:
“Kya kaha tune? Pagal ho gaya hai? Yeh kaise mujhe bula raha hai?”
Main apne sir aur aankhon ko neeche karke apne maathe ko pakad kar:
“Sorry sorry Didi... yeh main nahi hoon. Yeh purane Dev ki memory hai jo kabhi mere dimaag par haavi ho jaati hai... jisme aapke jaisi hi ladki hai 'Saloni' naam ki... jo uski Wife thi...”
Saloni peeche hote hue:
“Dev yeh tu kya bol raha hai? Tera dimaag toh sahi hai na? Main aur tu aise... nahi...”
Main haath hila kar mana karta hua:
“Nahi nahi Didi main aap nahi... woh aur uski Saloni... yaani mere purane life mein wahan ki baat kar raha hoon... aap galat mat samjho.”
Saloni thoda samajhte hue mera wapas haath pakad leti hain.
“Tu darr mat Dev. Hum sab sambhal lenge dono. Par tu uski yaadon ko apne par itna haavi nahi hone dena.”
Main (haskar): “Yeh kya keh rahi ho? Woh Dev aur yeh Dev ek hi hain. Aapke paas choice nahi hai ki isko apnao aur usko chhod do...”
Saloni Didi: “Matlab tu kya kehna chahta hai saaf-saaf bol... mujhe ghuma mat Dev.”
Main thook ghot'ta hua (gulping):
“Yehi ki agar woh sach hai... toh yeh bhi sach hai ki aapse bahut pyaar karta hoon... ‘I Love You Saloni’.”
Unhone haath uthaya par ruk gayi...
Woh uthi aur gate khol kar chali gayi...
Maine doodh ka glass uthaya aur peene laga.
Kya maine sahi kiya?
Ekdum unko yeh bata kar... kya soch rahi hongi woh apne mann mein?
Bus ki aakhri seedhi utarte waqt mere pair thode bhaari lag rahe the.
Adrenaline ka nasha ab utar raha tha, aur shareer ka dard wapas aa raha tha.
Bahar ki duniya shor se bhari thi.
Police sirens, wireless ki karkash aawazein, aur hazaaron logon ki bheed ka shor.
Lekin Saloni Didi ke liye, duniya abhi bhi wahin ruki hui thi — us bandook ki nali par.
Unhone mera haath itni zor se pakda hua tha ki unke nakhun meri skin mein gadd rahe the.
Unka chehra mere nange kandhe (shoulder) mein chhupa hua tha.
Woh duniya ko dekhna hi nahi chahti thi.
SHO Sir ne turant apni cap utaar kar apne seene se laga li aur commandos ko order diya:
“Ghera bana lo! Media ko paas mat aane dena. Inhe gaadi tak le chalo.”
Cameras ki flashlights bijli ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
“Inspector Dev! Ek statement!”
“Andar kya hua?”
“Aapne unhe kaise mara?”
Sawal teeron ki tarah aa rahe the, par maine sar nahi uthaya.
Mera poora dhyaan bas Saloni ko bheed se bacha kar nikaalne par tha.
Bheed ko cheerte hue hum jeep ke paas pahunche.
Wahan Naina Didi khadi thi.
Police wale unhe roke hue the, par jaise hi unhone Saloni ko dekha, woh police walon ko dhakka dekar aage aayi.
Saloni ne sar uthaya.
Dono behne ek dusre ko dekh kar phoot-phoot kar rone lagi.
Naina ne Saloni ko gale lagaya, phir mujhe.
Naina (sisakte hue): “Sorry Dev... I am so sorry... meri galti thi... main pani lene kyun gayi...”
Maine Naina ke sar par haath rakha.
Mera haath khoon aur mitti se sana tha, isliye maine unhe chua nahi, bas hawa mein haath rakh kar kaha:
Main (thaki hui aawaz mein): “Galti kismat ki thi Didi, aapki nahi. Woh ab safe hai. Ghar chalo.”
Hum jeep mein baithe.
Is baar main driving seat par nahi, peeche baitha tha — Saloni aur Naina ke beech mein.
Sharma Ji gaadi chala rahe the.
Jeep ka kaanch chadhate hi bahar ka shor kam ho gaya.
Gadi start hui.
AC ki thandi hawa mere pasine se bheegi hui body par lag rahi thi, jo chubhan de rahi thi.
Poore raaste sannata tha.
Aisa sannata jo shor se zyada kaatta hai.
Saloni didi ne apna sar mere kandhe par tika rakha tha. Unki saansein abhi bhi atki-atki si aa rahi thi (hiccups).
Beech-beech mein unka shareer jhatka leta (tremble karta), jaise dimaag wapas us bus ke andar chala jaata ho.
Maine dheere se apna haath unke haath par rakha.
Unhone turant meri hatheli ko dono haathon se thaam liya.
Mom (rote hue): “Mera bachcha... meri gudiya... tu thik hai na?”
Dad ki nazrein Saloni par thi, par phir unhone mujhe dekha.
Main jeep se utra — shirtless, jeans par khoon ke dhabbe, chhaati aur haathon par kharochein.
Ek pal ke liye dad ke chehre par darr aaya.
Woh apne “Inspector Bete” ko nahi... ek aise insaan ko dekh rahe the jo maut ke muh se wapas aaya tha.
Woh mere paas aaye.
Unhone kuch bola nahi. Bas mera kandha thapthapaya. Unka haath kaanp raha tha, unke haatho ki shivering mujhe mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Ek baap ka shukriya aur darr... dono us sparsh mein the.
Main: “Main upar ja raha hoon. Nahana hai.”
Meri aawaz itni rookhi aur thandi thi ki sabne mujhe mud kar dekha.
Kabir bhai mujhe upar mere bathroom tak chhod kar aaye.
Sahi bataun toh mere andar ka bachpana keh raha tha ro padu... par aisa main ab nahi kar sakta tha.
Aur mujhe abhi tootna allowed nahi tha.
Main seedha apne bathroom ka darwaza lock kar liya.
Shower on kiya.
Thanda paani mere shareer par gira.
Neeche farsh par paani ke saath halka laal rang (khoon) behne laga.
Woh khoon mera nahi tha... un gundon ka tha.
Maine apni aankhein band ki.
Dimaag mein wahi scene replay ho raha tha —
Joker ka haath todna... Rifle wale ke jabde par kick maarna... Uski aankhon mein maut ka darr dekhna.
Maine deewar par zor se haath mara.
“Damn it!”
Kya main phir wahi monster banta ja raha hoon?
Saloni didi ne mujhe woh karte hue dekha.
Kya woh ab mujhse darrne lagi hai?
Main jaanta hoon woh meri pichle janam mein kuch aur thi, par wapas main unko uss roop mein dekh sakta hoon... par kya woh dekh paayengi mujhe aise?
Aur main unko kaiyi baar ‘Saloni’ bol chuka hoon... kya woh isko notice ki hongi?
Nahane ke baad main kapde pehen kar room mein aaya.
Andhera tha. Maine light nahi jalayi.
Bas bed ke kinare baith gaya, geele baal ponche nahi maine, unn se paani tapak raha tha.
Yeh apne pyaar se mujhe mere hi dil mein dard dene lagi hain.
Unhone glass table par rakha aur mere saamne zameen par (carpet par) baith gayi.
Woh mere ghutno par apna sar rakh kar let gayi.
Kuch der tak hum dono chup rahe.
Sirf ghadi ki tik-tik sunayi de rahi thi.
Phir unhone dheere se bola:
Saloni: “Dev ek baat puchu main tujhse?”
Main (has kar): “Aap bina kuch soche pucho naa.”
Saloni: “Tere mann mein kuch aisa toh nahi hai na joh tu mujhse bata sakta hai...?”
Main chauk gaya. Maine neeche dekha.
Woh meri taraf nahi dekh rahi thi, bas mere pairon ko pakde hue thi.
Main: “Didi... main...”
Saloni: “Tujhe safayi dene ki zaroorat nahi hai.
Maine dekha tha... jab woh aadmi mujh par gun taane khada tha... teri aankhon mein aansu the.
Tu gusse mein nahi tha Dev... tu dard mein tha.”
Unhone sar uthaya aur meri aankhon mein dekha.
Unki aankhon mein ab darr nahi tha. Bas ek gehari samajh thi.
Saloni: “Tu monster nahi hai. Tu bas... tu bas mera bhai hai jo mujhe bachane ke liye duniya se lad gaya.
Lekin Dev...”
Unhone mera haath pakda.
Saloni: “Us gunde se ladte waqt tune aisa kyun kaha ‘Chhod Saloni ko’...
Sach bata... kya aisa kuch hai jo main nahi jaanti hu tere baare mein?”
Main jhooth bol sakta tha. Keh sakta tha ki main galti se bol gaya.
Par Saloni ki aankhein jhooth pakad leti hain.
Mujhe ehsaas hua ki main unhe andhere mein rakh kar unki hifazat nahi kar sakta.
Agar dushman mere ghar tak aa gaya... toh Saloni ko pata hona chahiye ki jung kis cheez ki hai.
Jhooth ki buniyaad par main unki suraksha nahi kar paunga.
Maine ek gehri saans li aur faisla kar liya.
Main: “Didi... darwaza lock kar do. Aur light off kar do.”
Saloni didi thoda chauki.
Saloni: “Kyun? Sab thik toh hai na?”
Main: “Bas kar do. Mujhe tumhe kuch dikhana hai. Kuch batana hai jo maine aaj tak kisi se nahi kaha aur uske bare me ache se mujhe bhi abhi kuch din pehle pata chala hai.”
Unki dhadkan tez ho gayi (main unki gardan ki nas fadfadaate hue dekh sakta tha).
Par unhone sawal nahi kiya.
Unhone uth kar darwaza lock kiya aur switch dabaya.
Kamre mein ghup andhera ho gaya. Sirf khidki ke parde se chhan kar aati hui street light ki halki si lakeer thi.
Woh wapas aayi aur mere paas bed par baith gayi. Andhere mein hum ek dusre ki saansein sun sakte the.
Maine us shakti ko pukara jo mere andar soyi hui thi. Maine us ‘Time God’ wale hisse ko chhua jo main daba kar rakhta hoon.
Main (mann mein): “Dikha de Dev... aaj sach dikha de.”
Halki si bhan-bhanahat (vibration) shuru hui.
Saloni didi ke haathon mein kampan hua. Woh haath chhudana chahti thi darr ke maare, par maine kass ke pakad liya.
Main: “Darna mat. Dekho.”
Dheere-dheere... andhere kamre mein ek Neeli (Blue) roshni chamakne lagi.
Mere kalaayi par.
Wahi Clock Mark (Ghadi ka Nishan) ubhar aaya.
Woh skin ke upar nahi tha... woh skin ke andar se glow kar raha tha.
Ek gol chakr, jisme ajeeb si lipi (script) ghoom rahi thi. Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...
Saloni didi ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi.
Unhone apni ungli se us roshni ko chhua.
Woh garam nahi thi... woh shant thi.
Saloni (whisper mein): “Yeh....yeh wahi nishan hai..... jo bachpan mein tumhare jagane se pehle dekha tha par mujhe laga mera waham hai...”
Main chauk gaya — Kya sach keh rahi hain? Mujhe laga yeh mujhe abhi mila kuch din pehle... matlab mujhe abhi pura sab yaad nahi purane time ka.
Saloni (dar kar): “Purane time ka matlab Dev?”
Main unke haath kass ke pakad kar:
“Yeh mera punarjanam hai Saloni...”
Woh mera haath chudwa kar:
“Kya kaha tune? Pagal ho gaya hai? Yeh kaise mujhe bula raha hai?”
Main apne sir aur aankhon ko neeche karke apne maathe ko pakad kar:
“Sorry sorry Didi... yeh main nahi hoon. Yeh purane Dev ki memory hai jo kabhi mere dimaag par haavi ho jaati hai... jisme aapke jaisi hi ladki hai 'Saloni' naam ki... jo uski Wife thi...”
Saloni peeche hote hue:
“Dev yeh tu kya bol raha hai? Tera dimaag toh sahi hai na? Main aur tu aise... nahi...”
Main haath hila kar mana karta hua:
“Nahi nahi Didi main aap nahi... woh aur uski Saloni... yaani mere purane life mein wahan ki baat kar raha hoon... aap galat mat samjho.”
Saloni thoda samajhte hue mera wapas haath pakad leti hain.
“Tu darr mat Dev. Hum sab sambhal lenge dono. Par tu uski yaadon ko apne par itna haavi nahi hone dena.”
Main (haskar): “Yeh kya keh rahi ho? Woh Dev aur yeh Dev ek hi hain. Aapke paas choice nahi hai ki isko apnao aur usko chhod do...”
Saloni Didi: “Matlab tu kya kehna chahta hai saaf-saaf bol... mujhe ghuma mat Dev.”
Main thook ghot'ta hua (gulping):
“Yehi ki agar woh sach hai... toh yeh bhi sach hai ki aapse bahut pyaar karta hoon... ‘I Love You Saloni’.”
Unhone haath uthaya par ruk gayi...
Woh uthi aur gate khol kar chali gayi...
Maine doodh ka glass uthaya aur peene laga.
Kya maine sahi kiya?
Ekdum unko yeh bata kar... kya soch rahi hongi woh apne mann mein?
Bahut badhiya update Hai Bhai.....
Ek sath teen update padha hai to kafi kuch pata chala ek sath.....aur ye v koun hai jo dev karta hai sab kuch wo jaan lene hai keise.....or ander ka dushman koun nikalta hai dekhte hai....or de saloni ko propose kar diya ab saloni ka reaction kaisi hoti hai dekhte hai.....
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Aap jaise readers ki wajah se hi kahani aur behtar hoti ja rahi hai.
Aapka support hamesha appreciate karta hoon.
Next update me aur mazeydaar twist laa raha hoon!
Bahut badhiya update Hai Bhai.....
Ek sath teen update padha hai to kafi kuch pata chala ek sath.....aur ye v koun hai jo dev karta hai sab kuch wo jaan lene hai keise.....or ander ka dushman koun nikalta hai dekhte hai....or de saloni ko propose kar diya ab saloni ka reaction kaisi hoti hai dekhte hai.....
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Ek saath teen updates padhkar jo excitement aapne share ki hai, usne literally mera din bana diya!
Abhi to khel shuru hua hai bhai…
Kaun Dev ko dekh raha hai, kaise uske moves jaan raha hai —
yeh raaz dheere-dheere saamne aayega.
Aur haan… Dev ne Saloni ko propose kiya,
ab uska reaction toh dev ke liye bhi surprise hi hoga naa !
Bas thoda sa intezar waise aasha hai ki aage update me kaya points kaya plot aacha laga woh bhi aap batye …
Raat kaise beeti, mujhe nahi pata. Doodh ka glass wahin table par rakha tha, aadha bhara hua.
Saloni didi ke jaane ke baad kamre mein sirf sannata tha, par mere kaano mein mera hi bola hua wo sentence goonj raha tha — “Main aapse pyaar karta hoon, Saloni.”
Main puri raat karvatein badalta raha.
Mann mein darr tha: Kahin maine sab kharab toh nahi kar diya? Kahin ab wo mujhse nafrat toh nahi karengi?
Yeh sab sochte hue thodi der ko jhapki li hogi maine shayad.
Subah 8:00 Baje
Main neeche jaane ki himmat nahi juta pa raha tha. Pehli baar apne hi ghar mein, apno ke saamne jaane se darr lag raha tha.
Par duty par jaana tha, toh taiyaar hokar neeche utra.
Dining table par Mom aur Isha didi baithe the.
Saloni Didi kitchen mein thi. Unki peeth meri taraf thi. Wo chai chhaan rahi thi.
Main chupchap chair par baith gaya.
Mom: “Uth gaya? Raat ko neend aayi thik se? Aankhein laal lag rahi hain.”
Main: “Haan Mom... bas thodi thakaan thi.”
Tabhi Saloni didi chai lekar aayi.
Unhone Mom ko cup diya. Isha ko diya.
Jab meri baari aayi...
Unhone cup mere saamne rakha. Thak!
Aawaz thodi tez thi.
Unhone meri taraf dekha tak nahi. Unka chehra bilkul blank tha — na gussa, na pyaar, na sharam.
Bas ek Deewar khadi kar li thi unhone.
Saloni didi ne bina meri taraf dekhe, thande swar mein jawab diya: Saloni: “Kuch nahi Mom. Raat ko sar dard tha. Shayad isliye chidchidi ho gayi hoon.”
Yeh sunkar mujhe thoda relief mila. Unhone raat wali baat kisi ko nahi batayi. Raaz abhi bhi raaz tha.
Maine chai ka cup uthaya. Chai garam thi, par aaj usme wo swaad nahi tha.
Main utha. Main: “Main chalta hoon.”
Main umeed kar raha tha ki wo hamesha ki tarah kitchen se aawaz dengi — ‘Tiffin le ja’ ya ‘Jaldi aana’.
Par sirf bartan dhone ki aawaz aati rahi.
Wo bahar nahi aayi.
Waise toh aaj station par itna kuch hua par jaise kuch mere dimaag mein nahi ja raha tha... kyunki iss tarah se maine kabhi feel bhi nahi kiya tha, pet mein jaise titaliyaan (butterflies) chal rahi thi.
Sham 5:00 Baje
Main station par tha, par dimaag ghar par atka tha.
Tabhi mera phone vibrating mode par baja.
Screen par naam dekha — Saloni Didi.
Mera dil gale mein aa gaya. Maine turant uthaya. Main (darrte hue): “Ji... Didi?”
Udhar se kuch seconds tak sannata raha. Sirf unki saansein sunayi de rahi thi.
Saloni (bohot low aawaz mein): “College chhut gaya hai. Lene aa ja.”
Bas itna bolkar unhone phone kaat diya.
Na koi gussa, na koi request. Bas ek Order.
Main bike lekar bhaaga, Sir ko kuch kaam bolkar nikal gaya.
College ke gate par wo khadi thi.
White kurti aur Blue jeans mein. Hawa mein unke baal udd rahe the, par wo unhe hata nahi rahi thi. Wo kahin door dekh rahi thi.
Main bike lekar unke paas ruka. Main: “Baithiye.”
Wo chupchap peeche baith gayi.
Hamesha wo mere kandhe par haath rakhti thi ya meri shirt pakadti thi.
Par aaj unhone seat ka piche wala handle pakda.
Humare beech ka wo 2 inch ka gap... aaj 2 kilometer jaisa lag raha tha.
Maine bike start ki.
Raaste mein hawa tez thi.
Maine rearview mirror mein unhe dekhne ki koshish ki. Wo doosri taraf dekh rahi thi.
Maine jaan-boojh kar bike ki speed thodi badhayi aur phir halka sa break lagaya.
Reflex mein unka shareer aage aaya aur unka chest meri peeth se takraya.
Unhone turant khud ko sambhala aur wapas peeche ho gayi.
Par us ek second ke touch ne... hum dono ko current maar diya tha.
Maine ghar ka raasta nahi liya. Maine bike shahar ke bahar wali sunsaan sadak (Old Bridge Road) ki taraf mod di.
Saloni: “Yeh rasta ghar ka nahi hai. Kahan le ja raha hai tu?”
Main: “Humein baat karni hai Didi. Aise khamosh rehkar hum ek hi ghar mein nahi reh sakte.”
Maine bike side mein, ek bade ped ke neeche rok di. Shaam dhal rahi thi, sadak sunsaan thi.
Main bike se utra. Wo bhi utri, par mujhse thodi door khadi ho gayi.
Main: “Kab tak ignore karengi aap?”
Saloni ne meri taraf ghoora. Unki aankhon mein ab aansu the.
Saloni: “Toh kya karun Dev? Naachun?
Tune kal raat jo bola... tujhe andaza bhi hai wo kya tha? ‘Punarjanma’? ‘Wife’? ‘I Love You’?
Mera dimaag phat raha hai subah se! Main samajh nahi pa rahi ki tu mera bhai hai... ya koi aur!”
Wo rone lagi.
Main unke paas gaya. Maine unke kandhe pakadna chaha, par unhone jhatak diya.
Saloni: “Mat chhoo mujhe!
Pehle bata... Kal jo tune ‘I Love You’ bola... wo kiske liye tha?
Mere liye? Jo teri Didi hai?
Ya us ‘Saloni’ ke liye... jo mar chuki hai aur jise tu mujhme dhoondh raha hai?”
Yeh sawal unhe andar se kha raha tha.
Maine unka haath zabardasti pakda aur apni chhaati (Heart) par rakha.
Main (seedha aankhon mein dekh kar):
“Suniye... dhyan se suniye.
Haan, mujhe purane janam ki yaadein aati hain.
Haan, wahan ek Saloni thi jo meri patni thi. Par Dev main hoon. Abhi. Yahan.
Pichle 18 saalon mein... jisne mujhe girne par sambhala, wo Aap thi.
Jisne mujhe darr lagne par sulaya, wo Aap thi.
Jisne mere liye aaj bus mein bandook ke saamne khade hokar mujhe ‘Babu’ bulaya... wo Aap thi.”
Maine ek kadam aage badhaya, humare beech ka gap khatam karte hue. Main: “Aur aap yeh kyu nahi soch rahi... jab main wahi Dev hu joh pichle janma me tha, toh kya aap woh Saloni nahi ho joh pichle janam me thi...?”
Main: “Mera dimaag us past ko yaad rakhta hai.
Par yeh dil... jo abhi aapke haath ke neeche dhadak raha hai... yeh sirf Aapke liye hai. Is janam wali Saloni ke liye.
Agar wo purani yaadein chali bhi jayein... toh bhi main aapko hi chununga.”
Saloni ki aankhein mere chehre par tiki thi. Unka gussa pighal raha tha, aur dard bahar aa raha tha.
Saloni (tooti aawaz mein): “Tu jaanta hai yeh kitna galat hai? Samaj kya kahega? Mom-Dad kya sochenge?
Tu mera bhai hai Dev... duniya ki nazar mein.”
Main: “Duniya gayi bhaad mein.
Mujhe bas itna bata dijiye... kya aapke dil mein mere liye kuch nahi hai?
Agar aap keh de ki ‘Nahi Dev, main tujhe sirf bhai maanti hoon’... toh main kasam khata hoon, main peeche hat jaunga aur aaj ke baad aap ko phele ki hi nazar se dekhunga. Main bhul jaunga ki maine pyaar ki baat kabhi ki bhi thi aapse.
Zindagi bhar sirf aapka bhai bankar rahunga. Bol dijiye.”
Maine unhe Challenge kiya.
Agar kuch nahi tha, toh wo mana kar sakti thi.
Saloni ne mujhe dekha. Unke honth kaanpe.
Wo ‘Na’ kehna chahti thi... dimaag se.
Par unka shareer, unki aankhein, unka dil... kuch aur keh raha tha.
Unhone nazrein jhuka li.
Saloni (whisper mein): “Main... main nahi jaanti Dev.
Main confuse hoon.
Jab tu door jaata hai... toh jaan nikal jaati hai.
Jab tu paas hota hai... toh darr lagta hai ki kahin main behak na jaun. Mujhe pehle kaiyi logon ne propose kiya hai par mujhe aaj tak aisa kabhi feel nahi hua... yeh main apne rishte ki baat par as ek ladki keh rahi hoon.”
Main (Dev) unke paas baithne ki bajaye, 5 kadam door bike se tik kar khada ho gaya.
Main jaanta tha ki abhi unhe Space chahiye. Agar main paas gaya, toh wo ghabra jayengi.
[Saloni ke Mann mein]: “Kyun? Kyun nahi maara maine usse thappad?
Bachpan se main use daant'ti aayi hoon. Agar koi aur ladka yeh ‘Punarjanma’ aur ‘Wife’ wali baat bolta, toh main shor macha deti, police bula leti.
Par jab Dev ne bola... toh mujhe gussa kyun nahi aaya?
Mujhe darr laga... par us baat se nahi ki wo kya bol raha hai.
Mujhe darr is baat se laga ki... Mera dil uski haan mein haan kyun milana chahta hai?
Kya main paagal ho gayi hoon? Wo mera bhai hai!
Lekin... kal bus mein jab usne mujhe bachaya... tab wo bhai nahi laga tha. Wo kuch aur tha. Koi aisa jiske paas hone se duniya ki har musibat chhotii lagti hai.”
Saloni ne sar utha kar meri taraf dekha.
Meri aankhon mein koi zid nahi thi, koi desperation nahi thi. Bas ek shant intezaar tha.
Main (calm voice mein): “Dekhiye Didi, main jaanta hoon yeh sab sunna aasaan nahi hai. Main yeh bhi nahi keh raha ki kal se hum Laila-Majnu ban jayein. Bas sach batana zaruri tha. Kyunki main aapse jhooth nahi bol sakta.”
Saloni: “Tujhe pata hai na Dev... agar kisi aur ne mujhse yeh kaha hota, toh main use thappad maar deti?”
Main (halka sa muskura kar): “Jaanta hoon. Isiliye toh door khada hoon. Aapka haath bohot bhaari hai.”
Meri baat sunkar unke chehre par ek halki, dabi hui muskaan aayi.
[Saloni ke Mann mein]: “Yeh badal gaya hai. Pehle wala Dev rota agar main gussa karti. Yeh Dev... yeh toh meri aankhon mein aankhein daal kar intezaar kar raha hai. Iska yeh confidence... mujhe kamzor kar raha hai.”
Unhone khade hokar bas itna kaha: Saloni: “Ghar chal. Andhera ho raha hai.”
Unhone ‘Na’ nahi kaha. Unhone bas topic change kiya.
Par unki body language bata rahi thi ki wo ab mujhse darr nahi rahi, balki mujhe ek naye nazariye se dekh rahi hain.
[Saloni ke Mann mein]: “Mera dimaag keh raha hai ‘Door reh, touch mat kar’.
Par mera shareer... wo uski garmahat (warmth) ki taraf kheench raha hai.
Uski peeth... pehle se zyada chaudi aur strong lag rahi hai. Mera haath khud-b-khud aage badhna chahta hai, use pakadne ke liye.
Nahi Saloni, control kar. Mom-Dad kya sochenge? Yeh paap hai.
Par... agar yeh paap hai, toh itna sukoon kyun de raha hai?”
Maine mirror mein dekha. Wo meri peeth ko ghoor rahi thi.
Maine jaan-boojh kar bike ki speed thodi badhayi aur phir halka sa break lagaya.
Reflex mein unka shareer aage aaya aur unka chest meri peeth se takraya.
Sirf ek second ke liye.
[Saloni ke Mann mein]: “Hey Bhagwan... yeh current kaisa tha?
Maine turant khud ko peeche kiya, par mera mann wahin ruk gaya.”
Maine mirror mein dekha. Wo nazrein chura rahi thi, par gussa nahi thi.
Unke andar ka womanly attraction jaag raha tha, jo wo shayad khud bhi samajh nahi pa rahi thi hum ghar pahuch gaye aur apne joh kaam thi ussi tarah kiye jaise daily karte hai par dil me wahi sab chal raha thaa...
Raat ke 11:30 baje.
Sab so chuke the. Mujhe pyaas lagi, main kitchen mein gaya.
Jaise hi main fridge se bottle nikaal raha tha, peeche se aahat aayi. Saloni Didi.
Mujhe dekhte hi wo darwaze par ruk gayi.
Humare beech ek awkward silence tha.
Main side hat gaya.
Main: “Aaiye. Paani le lijiye.”
Main wahan se jaane laga. Main unhe awkward feel nahi karana chahta tha.
[Saloni ke Mann mein]: “Yeh bhaag raha hai? Ya mujhe space de raha hai?
Agar yeh sach mein mujhse pyaar karta hai... toh kya yeh koshish nahi karega?
Mujhe check karna hai.
Mujhe dekhna hai ki yeh wahi purana Dev hai jo mere ishare par naachta tha... ya yeh naya ‘Agent’ Dev hai jo mere dimaag se khel raha hai.”
Jaise hi main unke bagal se guzarne laga, unhone dheere se bola: Saloni: “Ruk.”
Main ruk gaya. Saloni: “Sar dard ho raha hai. Balm (ointment) laga dega? Mujhse dabba nahi khul raha.”
Yeh bahana tha. Saaf dikh raha tha. Balm ka dabba kholna unke liye koi badi baat nahi thi. Wo mujhe rokna chahti thi.
Maine unki aankhon mein dekha. Wo nazrein chura rahi thi.
Maine bina kuch kahe unke haath se balm le liya.
Main: “Kahan baithna hai?”
Hum dining table par aamne-saamne baithe.
Maine balm ungli par liya aur unke maathe par lagane laga.
Mere haath ka touch lagte hi unhone apni aankhein band kar li.
Ek sukoon bhari saans chhodi.
[Saloni ke Mann mein]: “Uff... iska touch.
Aisa lag raha hai saara dard kheench raha hai.
Main aankhein khol kar use dekhna chahti hoon, par darr lag raha hai ki agar maine uski aankhon mein wo ‘Pyaar’ dekh liya... toh main pighal jaungi. Main bikhar jaungi.”
Unhone himmat karke aankhein kholi.
Humare chehre bohot paas the.
Wo meri aankhon mein dekhne lagi. Uski aankhon mein ‘Bhook’ nahi thi... sirf Sukoon tha.
Saloni: “Tu... tu sach mein badal gaya hai Dev.”
Main: “Bura lag raha hoon?”
Saloni (naa mein sar hilate hue): “Nahi.
Pehle tu sirf mera bhai tha... jise mujhe sambhalna padta tha.
Aaj... aaj mujhe pehli baar laga ki koi mujhe bhi sambhal sakta hai. Lagta hai tu mujhe mujhse zyada jaanta hai.”
Unhone apna haath uthaya aur meri kalaayi (Wrist) pakad li. Bina kisi darr ke.
Saloni: “Par Dev... mujhe darr lagta hai. Duniya se. Samaj se. Mere andar jo chal raha hai... wo sahi hai ya galat, main decide nahi kar pa rahi.”
Maine apna haath unke haath ke upar rakha. Maine koi pressure nahi dala.
Main: “Mat kijiye decide.
Na main koi jabardasti kar raha hoon, na koi jaldi hai. Hum dost toh reh sakte hain na? Bina kisi tag ke?
Bas... jaise abhi hain. Saath mein. Maine pehle bhi aapse bataya main kuch sabit nahi kar raha tha, bas aapko sach bataye bina main reh nahi pata... aur aage jo hone wala hai usme mujhe aapka saath chahiye, jo jhooth par nahi banega.”
Yeh sunkar unke chehre par ek rahat (relief) bhari muskaan aayi.
[Saloni ke Mann mein]: “Thank God. Yeh mujh par pressure nahi daal raha. Yeh mujhe samjh raha hai. Yeh jaanta hai main confused hoon aur mujhe andhere me nahi rakhna chahta... par yeh mujhse kya chahta hai? Main iss se didi ki tarah milu yaa ek lover ki tarah?”
Saloni: “Dost... Agent Dev aur Uski Didi?”
Main (masti mein): “Partner. Crime partners.”
Saloni hansi. Is baar khul ke.
Unhone table se uthte waqt, jaate-jaate mere pair par halka sa pair maara (playfully).
Saloni: “Zyada hawa mein mat udna.
Aur sun... Coffee banayi hai maine. Flask mein hai. Pee lena.”
Wo chali gayi.
Par main samajh gaya. Unhone coffee mere liye hi banayi thi. Wo mera intezaar kar rahi thi.
Main wahan baitha coffee ka sip lene ke liye ruk gaya.
Room mein aakar Saloni ne darwaza band kiya aur darwaze se tik kar khadi ho gayi. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
[Saloni ke Mann mein]: “Main kya kar rahi hoon? Main aag se khel rahi hoon. Par... shayad mujhe jalna manzoor hai.
Kyunki jab wo paas hota hai... toh mujhe lagta hai main duniya ki sabse safe jagah par hoon.
Sorry Mom... Sorry Dad...
Par main apne dil se jhooth nahi bol pa rahi hoon.”
Aur us raat, darr ke bawajood, humare beech sab kuch tey ho gaya tha.
Hichkichahat khatam ho chuki thi par payar ko apnana abhi baki thaa....
