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UPDATE 20 – THE SILENT LOVE ​

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.

Mom ne notice kiya.
Mom: “Saloni? Dheere rakh na. Gusse mein kyun hai?”

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....

Bahut badhiya update Hai Bhai......
Saloni dar ke wajud bhi dev se peyaar kar rahi hai....or ye dev ne thik hi kiya ki ager ek hi ghar me rehna hai to ye confusion khatam karna jaruri hai...... Dekhte hai saloni kab accept karti hai......dil se to raji ho geyi......
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[sorbobhuk]

UPDATE 20 – THE SILENT LOVE ​

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.

Mom ne notice kiya.
Mom: “Saloni? Dheere rakh na. Gusse mein kyun hai?”

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....

Bahut badhiya update Hai Bhai......
Saloni dar ke wajud bhi dev se peyaar kar rahi hai....or ye dev ne thik hi kiya ki ager ek hi ghar me rehna hai to ye confusion khatam karna jaruri hai...... Dekhte hai saloni kab accept karti hai......dil se to raji ho geyi......
Waiting for next update

 

[Shanu]

Awesome update bhai

 

[Dev the lover]

Bahut badhiya update Hai Bhai......
Saloni dar ke wajud bhi dev se peyaar kar rahi hai....or ye dev ne thik hi kiya ki ager ek hi ghar me rehna hai to ye confusion khatam karna jaruri hai...... Dekhte hai saloni kab accept karti hai......dil se to raji ho geyi......
Waiting for next update

Bahut badhiya update Hai Bhai......
Saloni dar ke wajud bhi dev se peyaar kar rahi hai....or ye dev ne thik hi kiya ki ager ek hi ghar me rehna hai to ye confusion khatam karna jaruri hai...... Dekhte hai saloni kab accept karti hai......dil se to raji ho geyi......
Waiting for next update

Bahut badhiya update Hai Bhai......
Saloni dar ke wajud bhi dev se peyaar kar rahi hai....or ye dev ne thik hi kiya ki ager ek hi ghar me rehna hai to ye confusion khatam karna jaruri hai...... Dekhte hai saloni kab accept karti hai......dil se to raji ho geyi......
Waiting for next update

Bahut badhiya update Hai Bhai......
Saloni dar ke wajud bhi dev se peyaar kar rahi hai....or ye dev ne thik hi kiya ki ager ek hi ghar me rehna hai to ye confusion khatam karna jaruri hai...... Dekhte hai saloni kab accept karti hai......dil se to raji ho geyi......
Waiting for next update

Bahut bahut shukriya bhai


Aapka observation ekdum sahi pakda —
Dar ke bawajood Saloni ke dil me Dev ke liye jazbaat pehle se hi pal rahe the.
Bas bechaini aur confusion itna tha ki dono ke beech ek clear baat zaroori thi.

Dev ne jo step liya, woh usi clarity ke liye tha…
Aur haan bhai, dil se toh Saloni pehle hi maan chuki hai
Bas zabaan se kab kahegi —
yeh twist aane wale update me reveal hoga

Aise hi saath bane raho bhai… next update jaldi laa raha hoon par sabse late tumhi padhate hoo....!

 

[Dev the lover]

Nice update

Bahut hi shandar update

Awesome update bhai

Aap sabka dil se shukriya bhaiyon
Aap logon ka pyaar hi har update ko energy deta hai.
Aage ka part aur intense, aur zyada gripping aane wala hai —
Bas saath bane raho, maza aayega

 

[Dev the lover]

UPDATE 21 – THE SECRET OF SECTOR 6​

Subah ki Pehli Jhalak
Subah ke 7:30 baj rahe the.

Meri neend khuli toh pehli nazar side table par rakhe us Coffee Flask par gayi.
Wo khaali tha.

Kal raat Saloni didi ne bina kuch bole, bina koi “I Love You” kahe, bas wo coffee rakh kar apni haami bhar di thi.

Maine muskurate hue flask uthaya.
Main (mann mein): “Maan gayi... bina bole sab kuch keh gayi.”

Main fresh hokar dining hall mein pahuncha.
Papa newspaper padh rahe the. Mom kitchen mein thi.

Aur Saloni Didi...
Wo dining table par plates laga rahi thi.
Unhone aaj Yellow suit pehna tha. Baal geele the (shayad abhi naha kar aayi thi), aur unse shampoo ki halki, meethi khushboo pure hall mein phaili hui thi.

Jaise hi main chair par baitha, unhone meri taraf dekha.
Sirf ek second ke liye.

Par us ek nazar mein... Sharam thi.
Wo nazrein jo pehle bhai ko dhoondhti thi, aaj wo ek ‘Mard’ ko dekh kar jhuk gayi thi.

[Saloni ke Mann mein]:
“Hey Bhagwan... main isse aankh kyun nahi mila pa rahi?
Kal raat tak toh main badi bold ban rahi thi, balm laga rahi thi. Aaj subah iske saamne aate hi mere haath kyun kaanp rahe hain?
Isne Black shirt pehni hai... ye colour ispe kitna jachta hai.
Nahi Saloni, control. Mom yahin hain. Normal behave kar.”

Unhone mere saamne paratha rakha.

Saloni (dheere se): “Garam hai. Sambhal ke.”

Unhone ‘Aap’ nahi bola, ‘Tu’ nahi bola. Bas baat ki.
Par jab wo plate rakh rahi thi, unki ungli galti se mere haath se touch ho gayi.
Unhone haath peeche nahi kheencha.
Bas ek pal ruki... aur phir doosri plate lagane lagi.

Maa: “Arre Saloni, aaj bada chehra chamak raha hai tera? Tabiyat thik ho gayi sar dard ki?”

Saloni didi hadbada gayi. Unka chehra tamatar jaisa laal ho gaya.
Unhone meri taraf dekha (help maangne ke liye).

Main (newspaper mein muh chhupa kar, masti mein): “Haan Mom... maine kal raat inka sar daba diya tha. Balm se. Isliye thik hain.”

Saloni ne table ke neeche se mere pair par halki si kick maari.
Main muskurata raha.
Yeh chori-chhipe wala khel... bada mazedaar tha.

Nashte ke baad maine bike ki chaabi uthayi.
Main: “Main college chhod deta hoon. Raaste mein station padega.”

Hum bike par baithe.
Ghar se nikalte waqt Saloni didi ne hamesha ki tarah seat ka peeche wala handle pakda.
Kyunki colony wale dekh rahe the.

Par jaise hi hum main road par aaye, aur bheed kam hui...
Unhone dheere se apne haath aage badhaye.
Pehle meri shirt ke fabric ko pakda.
Phir, thodi himmat karke, apne haath meri Waist (Kamar) par rakh diye.

Unhone mujhe jakda nahi, bas halke se chua.
Jaise wo check kar rahi hon ki main mana toh nahi karunga.

Maine bike ki speed thodi kam kar di, taaki ye safar lamba chale.
Mera dil zor se dhadak raha tha, aur mujhe yakeen tha ki meri peeth par tikka unka dil bhi utni hi tez dhadak raha hoga.

[Saloni ke Mann mein]:
“Yeh galat hai... par yeh itna sahi kyun lag raha hai?
Iske paas hone se mujhe wo sukoon milta hai jo duniya mein kahin nahi milta.
Log kya kahenge, mujhe nahi pata.
Bas abhi... is waqt... main sirf iski hoon.”

Hum college se thoda pehle, ek shaant gali mein ruke (jahan students ki bheed nahi thi).
Main bike se utra. Wo bhi utri.
Unhone apna bag adjust kiya aur jaane lagi.

Main: “Rukiye.”

Wo ruki. Mud kar dekha. Hawa mein unki lat (hair strand) chehre par aa rahi thi.
Maine haath badha kar wo lat unke kaan ke peeche kar di.
Wo halka sa sihar gayi (shivered).

Saloni: “Kya hua? Late ho raha hai.”

Maine apni jeb se ek chhota sa box nikala.
Usme ek Smart Watch thi. Simple, elegant, black strap wali.

Main: “Haath aage kijiye.”

Saloni: “Yeh kya hai? Meri ghadi thik toh hai.”

Main: “Haath aage kijiye, Didi.”

Unhone apna baayan (left) haath aage kiya.
Maine unki purani ghadi kholi aur yeh nayi wali pehna di.
Meri ungliyan unki kalaayi (wrist) par thi. Unki nabz (pulse) tez chal rahi thi.

Main: “Yeh sirf time dekhne ke liye nahi hai. Isme ek panic button hai.
Agar kabhi bhi... kabhi bhi lage ki koi khatra hai, ya darr lag raha hai... isse 3 second daba dena.
Main duniya ke kisi bhi kone mein hounga... aapke paas aa jaunga.”

Saloni ne us ghadi ko dekha. Phir meri aankhon mein dekha.
Unki aankhein bhar aayi.

[Saloni ke Mann mein]:
“Yeh ladka... yeh mujhe protect kar raha hai?
Pehle Papa karte the. Phir Bhai karta tha.
Par jis tarah se yeh karta hai... usme ehsaan nahi hai. Usme Haq hai. Jaise main iski amanat hoon.”

Unhone apna doosra haath mere haath par rakha.

Saloni (naram aawaz mein): “Itna darrta hai mujhe khone se?”

Main (seedha aankhon mein dekh kar): “Jaan basti hai aapme. Darrunga nahi?”

Saloni ka chehra laal ho gaya. Wo sharma gayi.
Unhone idhar-udhar dekha (ki koi dekh toh nahi raha).
Aur tezi se aage badh kar mere gaal ko chhua... aur halka sa Pinch (chunti kaati) kiya.

Saloni: “Filmy dialogue marna band kar. Aur time se khana kha lena.”

Wo muskura kar college gate ki taraf bhaag gayi.
Par bhaagte hue... unhone ek baar mud kar dekha.
Aur apne haath (ghadi wali kalaayi) ko halke se wave kiya.

Main wahin khada unhe jaate hue dekhta raha.
Unki chaal mein aaj ek alag hi confidence tha. Ek alag hi Lachak thi.

Main waha se station aaya aur seedha SHO Sir ke cabin mein ghus gaya.
Andar AC chal raha tha, par mahaul garam tha.

SHO: “Abb thik hai Dev? Sab set hai? Kaam par dhyaan de lega naa?”

Main (chair par baithte hue): “Haa Sir, sure. Bilkul focus.”

SHO: “Haan baith. Oye Rana! Jaldi chai laa do.”

Cabin ke bahar khada Head Constable Rana, jiske chehre par hamesha ek ajeeb si shanti rehti thi, usne “Ji Sir” bola aur chala gaya.

Main aur SHO Sir table par bada sa Delhi ka map (naksha) khol kar baith gaye.
Hum woh route dhoondh rahe the jo un luteron (robbers) ke liye possible ho sakta tha military weapons lootne ke liye.

SHO Sir ne pen se ek line draw ki.

SHO: “Dekh Dev, yeh Sector 30 bhi uss route mein aata hai... aur yeh Sector 6... yeh toh humne notice hi nahi kiya naa?”

Mera dimaag click hua. Sector 6.
Jahan college hai. Jahan Saloni hai.

Main (dhyaan se map dekhte hue): “Haa Sir... aap sahi keh rahe ho. Sector 6 ekdum center point banta hai agar unhe highway se nikalna ho.”

Hum dono serious discussion kar rahe the, tabhi SHO Sir ne map se nazar hata kar mujhe ghoora.

SHO: “Kya baat hai Dev? Uss din se dekh raha hu tu thoda disturb hai. Dimag kahin aur hai tera. Kaam mein wo focus nahi hai jo pehle tha... fast forward ekdum.”

Main thoda hadbada gaya.
Main (halke se has kar): “Kuch nahi Sir... bas aise hi. Thoda family pressure hai.”

SHO (muskurate hue): “Rehne de. Woh Devika aayi thi tumhare baare mein puchne. Ki tum sach mein kis position par ho, constable ho ya inspector.”

Main (chauk kar): “Phir... aapne kya bataya?”

SHO Sir mera face dekh kar aur zor se hase. Unki aankhon mein masti thi.
SHO: “Devika teri GF hai kya?”

Mere muh se bina soche-samjhe nikal gaya:
Main: “Nahi Sir... woh toh Salo...”

Main bolte-bolte ruk gaya.
‘Saloni’ bolne wala tha.
SHO ki eyebrows upar chadh gayi.

SHO: “Kya? Salo... Saloni bol raha tha kya?”

Mera gala sookh gaya.
Agar Sir ko pata chal gaya ki main apni hi muh-boli behen ke baare mein soch raha hoon, toh kya sochenge?

Main (jaldi se, baat sambhalte hue): “Nahi nahi Sir! Wo... Saloni... matlab meri didi aur Devika friends hain na college mein. Hum saalo se jaante hain ek dusre ko, isliye usko chinta hogi. Aisa kuch nahi hai... Waise woh bhi Sector 6 wale hi college mein hai naa Law department mein... isliye naam nikal gaya.”

Maine baat ghumayi, par SHO Sir purane khiladi the.
Wo samjhe ya nahi, par unhone topic change kar diya.

SHO: “Waise haar manana padega... tere liye CM Sir ki beti chakkar kaat rahi hai thane ke. Hero ho tum.”

Main (baat kaat kr, map par ungli rakhte hue): “Sir... map ka yeh direction dekhiye. Yeh road seedha college ke peeche nikalta hai.”

SHO tezz se haste hue bole:
SHO: “Tuh bhale hi Agent minded ho Dev... par tera dil abhi bhi 18 saal wale bache jaisa hi hai. Chhupa nahi paata tu kuch.”

Phir unhone gusse mein aawaz lagayi:
SHO: “Rana MC kaha mar gaya? Chai nahi aayi abhi tak!”

Tabhi darwaza khula.
Rana chai ki tray lekar andar aaya.
Usne chai table par rakhi.

Par chai rakhte waqt... uski nazrein map par nahi thi.
Uski nazrein seedha mujh par thi.

Wo mujhe ghoor raha tha.
Ek second ke liye, uski aankhon mein wo ‘Constable’ wali respect nahi thi... balki ek thandi, calculation jalan wali look thi.

SHO: “Chai le Dev. Aur Rana, tu kya ghoor raha hai? Jaa woh robbery wali file lekar aa record room se.”

Rana ne nazar hatayi.
Rana: “Ji Sir.”
Wo chala gaya.

 

[king1969]

Bahut badiya update

 

[sorbobhuk]

UPDATE 21 – THE SECRET OF SECTOR 6​

Subah ki Pehli Jhalak
Subah ke 7:30 baj rahe the.

Meri neend khuli toh pehli nazar side table par rakhe us Coffee Flask par gayi.
Wo khaali tha.

Kal raat Saloni didi ne bina kuch bole, bina koi “I Love You” kahe, bas wo coffee rakh kar apni haami bhar di thi.

Maine muskurate hue flask uthaya.
Main (mann mein): “Maan gayi... bina bole sab kuch keh gayi.”

Main fresh hokar dining hall mein pahuncha.
Papa newspaper padh rahe the. Mom kitchen mein thi.

Aur Saloni Didi...
Wo dining table par plates laga rahi thi.
Unhone aaj Yellow suit pehna tha. Baal geele the (shayad abhi naha kar aayi thi), aur unse shampoo ki halki, meethi khushboo pure hall mein phaili hui thi.

Jaise hi main chair par baitha, unhone meri taraf dekha.
Sirf ek second ke liye.

Par us ek nazar mein... Sharam thi.
Wo nazrein jo pehle bhai ko dhoondhti thi, aaj wo ek ‘Mard’ ko dekh kar jhuk gayi thi.

[Saloni ke Mann mein]:
“Hey Bhagwan... main isse aankh kyun nahi mila pa rahi?
Kal raat tak toh main badi bold ban rahi thi, balm laga rahi thi. Aaj subah iske saamne aate hi mere haath kyun kaanp rahe hain?
Isne Black shirt pehni hai... ye colour ispe kitna jachta hai.
Nahi Saloni, control. Mom yahin hain. Normal behave kar.”

Unhone mere saamne paratha rakha.

Saloni (dheere se): “Garam hai. Sambhal ke.”

Unhone ‘Aap’ nahi bola, ‘Tu’ nahi bola. Bas baat ki.
Par jab wo plate rakh rahi thi, unki ungli galti se mere haath se touch ho gayi.
Unhone haath peeche nahi kheencha.
Bas ek pal ruki... aur phir doosri plate lagane lagi.

Maa: “Arre Saloni, aaj bada chehra chamak raha hai tera? Tabiyat thik ho gayi sar dard ki?”

Saloni didi hadbada gayi. Unka chehra tamatar jaisa laal ho gaya.
Unhone meri taraf dekha (help maangne ke liye).

Main (newspaper mein muh chhupa kar, masti mein): “Haan Mom... maine kal raat inka sar daba diya tha. Balm se. Isliye thik hain.”

Saloni ne table ke neeche se mere pair par halki si kick maari.
Main muskurata raha.
Yeh chori-chhipe wala khel... bada mazedaar tha.

Nashte ke baad maine bike ki chaabi uthayi.
Main: “Main college chhod deta hoon. Raaste mein station padega.”

Hum bike par baithe.
Ghar se nikalte waqt Saloni didi ne hamesha ki tarah seat ka peeche wala handle pakda.
Kyunki colony wale dekh rahe the.

Par jaise hi hum main road par aaye, aur bheed kam hui...
Unhone dheere se apne haath aage badhaye.
Pehle meri shirt ke fabric ko pakda.
Phir, thodi himmat karke, apne haath meri Waist (Kamar) par rakh diye.

Unhone mujhe jakda nahi, bas halke se chua.
Jaise wo check kar rahi hon ki main mana toh nahi karunga.

Maine bike ki speed thodi kam kar di, taaki ye safar lamba chale.
Mera dil zor se dhadak raha tha, aur mujhe yakeen tha ki meri peeth par tikka unka dil bhi utni hi tez dhadak raha hoga.

[Saloni ke Mann mein]:
“Yeh galat hai... par yeh itna sahi kyun lag raha hai?
Iske paas hone se mujhe wo sukoon milta hai jo duniya mein kahin nahi milta.
Log kya kahenge, mujhe nahi pata.
Bas abhi... is waqt... main sirf iski hoon.”

Hum college se thoda pehle, ek shaant gali mein ruke (jahan students ki bheed nahi thi).
Main bike se utra. Wo bhi utri.
Unhone apna bag adjust kiya aur jaane lagi.

Main: “Rukiye.”

Wo ruki. Mud kar dekha. Hawa mein unki lat (hair strand) chehre par aa rahi thi.
Maine haath badha kar wo lat unke kaan ke peeche kar di.
Wo halka sa sihar gayi (shivered).

Saloni: “Kya hua? Late ho raha hai.”

Maine apni jeb se ek chhota sa box nikala.
Usme ek Smart Watch thi. Simple, elegant, black strap wali.

Main: “Haath aage kijiye.”

Saloni: “Yeh kya hai? Meri ghadi thik toh hai.”

Main: “Haath aage kijiye, Didi.”

Unhone apna baayan (left) haath aage kiya.
Maine unki purani ghadi kholi aur yeh nayi wali pehna di.
Meri ungliyan unki kalaayi (wrist) par thi. Unki nabz (pulse) tez chal rahi thi.

Main: “Yeh sirf time dekhne ke liye nahi hai. Isme ek panic button hai.
Agar kabhi bhi... kabhi bhi lage ki koi khatra hai, ya darr lag raha hai... isse 3 second daba dena.
Main duniya ke kisi bhi kone mein hounga... aapke paas aa jaunga.”

Saloni ne us ghadi ko dekha. Phir meri aankhon mein dekha.
Unki aankhein bhar aayi.

[Saloni ke Mann mein]:
“Yeh ladka... yeh mujhe protect kar raha hai?
Pehle Papa karte the. Phir Bhai karta tha.
Par jis tarah se yeh karta hai... usme ehsaan nahi hai. Usme Haq hai. Jaise main iski amanat hoon.”

Unhone apna doosra haath mere haath par rakha.

Saloni (naram aawaz mein): “Itna darrta hai mujhe khone se?”

Main (seedha aankhon mein dekh kar): “Jaan basti hai aapme. Darrunga nahi?”

Saloni ka chehra laal ho gaya. Wo sharma gayi.
Unhone idhar-udhar dekha (ki koi dekh toh nahi raha).
Aur tezi se aage badh kar mere gaal ko chhua... aur halka sa Pinch (chunti kaati) kiya.

Saloni: “Filmy dialogue marna band kar. Aur time se khana kha lena.”

Wo muskura kar college gate ki taraf bhaag gayi.
Par bhaagte hue... unhone ek baar mud kar dekha.
Aur apne haath (ghadi wali kalaayi) ko halke se wave kiya.

Main wahin khada unhe jaate hue dekhta raha.
Unki chaal mein aaj ek alag hi confidence tha. Ek alag hi Lachak thi.

Main waha se station aaya aur seedha SHO Sir ke cabin mein ghus gaya.
Andar AC chal raha tha, par mahaul garam tha.

SHO: “Abb thik hai Dev? Sab set hai? Kaam par dhyaan de lega naa?”

Main (chair par baithte hue): “Haa Sir, sure. Bilkul focus.”

SHO: “Haan baith. Oye Rana! Jaldi chai laa do.”

Cabin ke bahar khada Head Constable Rana, jiske chehre par hamesha ek ajeeb si shanti rehti thi, usne “Ji Sir” bola aur chala gaya.

Main aur SHO Sir table par bada sa Delhi ka map (naksha) khol kar baith gaye.
Hum woh route dhoondh rahe the jo un luteron (robbers) ke liye possible ho sakta tha military weapons lootne ke liye.

SHO Sir ne pen se ek line draw ki.

SHO: “Dekh Dev, yeh Sector 30 bhi uss route mein aata hai... aur yeh Sector 6... yeh toh humne notice hi nahi kiya naa?”

Mera dimaag click hua. Sector 6.
Jahan college hai. Jahan Saloni hai.

Main (dhyaan se map dekhte hue): “Haa Sir... aap sahi keh rahe ho. Sector 6 ekdum center point banta hai agar unhe highway se nikalna ho.”

Hum dono serious discussion kar rahe the, tabhi SHO Sir ne map se nazar hata kar mujhe ghoora.

SHO: “Kya baat hai Dev? Uss din se dekh raha hu tu thoda disturb hai. Dimag kahin aur hai tera. Kaam mein wo focus nahi hai jo pehle tha... fast forward ekdum.”

Main thoda hadbada gaya.
Main (halke se has kar): “Kuch nahi Sir... bas aise hi. Thoda family pressure hai.”

SHO (muskurate hue): “Rehne de. Woh Devika aayi thi tumhare baare mein puchne. Ki tum sach mein kis position par ho, constable ho ya inspector.”

Main (chauk kar): “Phir... aapne kya bataya?”

SHO Sir mera face dekh kar aur zor se hase. Unki aankhon mein masti thi.
SHO: “Devika teri GF hai kya?”

Mere muh se bina soche-samjhe nikal gaya:
Main: “Nahi Sir... woh toh Salo...”

Main bolte-bolte ruk gaya.
‘Saloni’ bolne wala tha.
SHO ki eyebrows upar chadh gayi.

SHO: “Kya? Salo... Saloni bol raha tha kya?”

Mera gala sookh gaya.
Agar Sir ko pata chal gaya ki main apni hi muh-boli behen ke baare mein soch raha hoon, toh kya sochenge?

Main (jaldi se, baat sambhalte hue): “Nahi nahi Sir! Wo... Saloni... matlab meri didi aur Devika friends hain na college mein. Hum saalo se jaante hain ek dusre ko, isliye usko chinta hogi. Aisa kuch nahi hai... Waise woh bhi Sector 6 wale hi college mein hai naa Law department mein... isliye naam nikal gaya.”

Maine baat ghumayi, par SHO Sir purane khiladi the.
Wo samjhe ya nahi, par unhone topic change kar diya.

SHO: “Waise haar manana padega... tere liye CM Sir ki beti chakkar kaat rahi hai thane ke. Hero ho tum.”

Main (baat kaat kr, map par ungli rakhte hue): “Sir... map ka yeh direction dekhiye. Yeh road seedha college ke peeche nikalta hai.”

SHO tezz se haste hue bole:
SHO: “Tuh bhale hi Agent minded ho Dev... par tera dil abhi bhi 18 saal wale bache jaisa hi hai. Chhupa nahi paata tu kuch.”

Phir unhone gusse mein aawaz lagayi:
SHO: “Rana MC kaha mar gaya? Chai nahi aayi abhi tak!”

Tabhi darwaza khula.
Rana chai ki tray lekar andar aaya.
Usne chai table par rakhi.

Par chai rakhte waqt... uski nazrein map par nahi thi.
Uski nazrein seedha mujh par thi.

Wo mujhe ghoor raha tha.
Ek second ke liye, uski aankhon mein wo ‘Constable’ wali respect nahi thi... balki ek thandi, calculation jalan wali look thi.

SHO: “Chai le Dev. Aur Rana, tu kya ghoor raha hai? Jaa woh robbery wali file lekar aa record room se.”

Rana ne nazar hatayi.
Rana: “Ji Sir.”
Wo chala gaya.

Bahut badhiya update Hai Bhai....
Headline me jo likha hai ki THE SECRET OF SECTOR 6...
Isme kya secret hai pata hi nhi mujhe....liken thane me constable rana ka secret thoda bahut pata chala ki wo constable to bilkul nhi hai..... Dekhte hai aage kya hota hai
Waiting for next update

 

[sorbobhuk]

Bahut bahut shukriya bhai


Aapka observation ekdum sahi pakda —
Dar ke bawajood Saloni ke dil me Dev ke liye jazbaat pehle se hi pal rahe the.
Bas bechaini aur confusion itna tha ki dono ke beech ek clear baat zaroori thi.

Dev ne jo step liya, woh usi clarity ke liye tha…
Aur haan bhai, dil se toh Saloni pehle hi maan chuki hai
Bas zabaan se kab kahegi —
yeh twist aane wale update me reveal hoga

Aise hi saath bane raho bhai… next update jaldi laa raha hoon par sabse late tumhi padhate hoo....!

Bhai wo kya baat hai na ki main jab site me aata tabhi padhta hoon to jab nhi aata hoon to nhi padhta waise ager apka contact doge to or mujhe inform karogui to main aap post karoge or main padhke shidha review dunga....

 

[parkas]

UPDATE 21 – THE SECRET OF SECTOR 6​

Subah ki Pehli Jhalak
Subah ke 7:30 baj rahe the.

Meri neend khuli toh pehli nazar side table par rakhe us Coffee Flask par gayi.
Wo khaali tha.

Kal raat Saloni didi ne bina kuch bole, bina koi “I Love You” kahe, bas wo coffee rakh kar apni haami bhar di thi.

Maine muskurate hue flask uthaya.
Main (mann mein): “Maan gayi... bina bole sab kuch keh gayi.”

Main fresh hokar dining hall mein pahuncha.
Papa newspaper padh rahe the. Mom kitchen mein thi.

Aur Saloni Didi...
Wo dining table par plates laga rahi thi.
Unhone aaj Yellow suit pehna tha. Baal geele the (shayad abhi naha kar aayi thi), aur unse shampoo ki halki, meethi khushboo pure hall mein phaili hui thi.

Jaise hi main chair par baitha, unhone meri taraf dekha.
Sirf ek second ke liye.

Par us ek nazar mein... Sharam thi.
Wo nazrein jo pehle bhai ko dhoondhti thi, aaj wo ek ‘Mard’ ko dekh kar jhuk gayi thi.

[Saloni ke Mann mein]:
“Hey Bhagwan... main isse aankh kyun nahi mila pa rahi?
Kal raat tak toh main badi bold ban rahi thi, balm laga rahi thi. Aaj subah iske saamne aate hi mere haath kyun kaanp rahe hain?
Isne Black shirt pehni hai... ye colour ispe kitna jachta hai.
Nahi Saloni, control. Mom yahin hain. Normal behave kar.”

Unhone mere saamne paratha rakha.

Saloni (dheere se): “Garam hai. Sambhal ke.”

Unhone ‘Aap’ nahi bola, ‘Tu’ nahi bola. Bas baat ki.
Par jab wo plate rakh rahi thi, unki ungli galti se mere haath se touch ho gayi.
Unhone haath peeche nahi kheencha.
Bas ek pal ruki... aur phir doosri plate lagane lagi.

Maa: “Arre Saloni, aaj bada chehra chamak raha hai tera? Tabiyat thik ho gayi sar dard ki?”

Saloni didi hadbada gayi. Unka chehra tamatar jaisa laal ho gaya.
Unhone meri taraf dekha (help maangne ke liye).

Main (newspaper mein muh chhupa kar, masti mein): “Haan Mom... maine kal raat inka sar daba diya tha. Balm se. Isliye thik hain.”

Saloni ne table ke neeche se mere pair par halki si kick maari.
Main muskurata raha.
Yeh chori-chhipe wala khel... bada mazedaar tha.

Nashte ke baad maine bike ki chaabi uthayi.
Main: “Main college chhod deta hoon. Raaste mein station padega.”

Hum bike par baithe.
Ghar se nikalte waqt Saloni didi ne hamesha ki tarah seat ka peeche wala handle pakda.
Kyunki colony wale dekh rahe the.

Par jaise hi hum main road par aaye, aur bheed kam hui...
Unhone dheere se apne haath aage badhaye.
Pehle meri shirt ke fabric ko pakda.
Phir, thodi himmat karke, apne haath meri Waist (Kamar) par rakh diye.

Unhone mujhe jakda nahi, bas halke se chua.
Jaise wo check kar rahi hon ki main mana toh nahi karunga.

Maine bike ki speed thodi kam kar di, taaki ye safar lamba chale.
Mera dil zor se dhadak raha tha, aur mujhe yakeen tha ki meri peeth par tikka unka dil bhi utni hi tez dhadak raha hoga.

[Saloni ke Mann mein]:
“Yeh galat hai... par yeh itna sahi kyun lag raha hai?
Iske paas hone se mujhe wo sukoon milta hai jo duniya mein kahin nahi milta.
Log kya kahenge, mujhe nahi pata.
Bas abhi... is waqt... main sirf iski hoon.”

Hum college se thoda pehle, ek shaant gali mein ruke (jahan students ki bheed nahi thi).
Main bike se utra. Wo bhi utri.
Unhone apna bag adjust kiya aur jaane lagi.

Main: “Rukiye.”

Wo ruki. Mud kar dekha. Hawa mein unki lat (hair strand) chehre par aa rahi thi.
Maine haath badha kar wo lat unke kaan ke peeche kar di.
Wo halka sa sihar gayi (shivered).

Saloni: “Kya hua? Late ho raha hai.”

Maine apni jeb se ek chhota sa box nikala.
Usme ek Smart Watch thi. Simple, elegant, black strap wali.

Main: “Haath aage kijiye.”

Saloni: “Yeh kya hai? Meri ghadi thik toh hai.”

Main: “Haath aage kijiye, Didi.”

Unhone apna baayan (left) haath aage kiya.
Maine unki purani ghadi kholi aur yeh nayi wali pehna di.
Meri ungliyan unki kalaayi (wrist) par thi. Unki nabz (pulse) tez chal rahi thi.

Main: “Yeh sirf time dekhne ke liye nahi hai. Isme ek panic button hai.
Agar kabhi bhi... kabhi bhi lage ki koi khatra hai, ya darr lag raha hai... isse 3 second daba dena.
Main duniya ke kisi bhi kone mein hounga... aapke paas aa jaunga.”

Saloni ne us ghadi ko dekha. Phir meri aankhon mein dekha.
Unki aankhein bhar aayi.

[Saloni ke Mann mein]:
“Yeh ladka... yeh mujhe protect kar raha hai?
Pehle Papa karte the. Phir Bhai karta tha.
Par jis tarah se yeh karta hai... usme ehsaan nahi hai. Usme Haq hai. Jaise main iski amanat hoon.”

Unhone apna doosra haath mere haath par rakha.

Saloni (naram aawaz mein): “Itna darrta hai mujhe khone se?”

Main (seedha aankhon mein dekh kar): “Jaan basti hai aapme. Darrunga nahi?”

Saloni ka chehra laal ho gaya. Wo sharma gayi.
Unhone idhar-udhar dekha (ki koi dekh toh nahi raha).
Aur tezi se aage badh kar mere gaal ko chhua... aur halka sa Pinch (chunti kaati) kiya.

Saloni: “Filmy dialogue marna band kar. Aur time se khana kha lena.”

Wo muskura kar college gate ki taraf bhaag gayi.
Par bhaagte hue... unhone ek baar mud kar dekha.
Aur apne haath (ghadi wali kalaayi) ko halke se wave kiya.

Main wahin khada unhe jaate hue dekhta raha.
Unki chaal mein aaj ek alag hi confidence tha. Ek alag hi Lachak thi.

Main waha se station aaya aur seedha SHO Sir ke cabin mein ghus gaya.
Andar AC chal raha tha, par mahaul garam tha.

SHO: “Abb thik hai Dev? Sab set hai? Kaam par dhyaan de lega naa?”

Main (chair par baithte hue): “Haa Sir, sure. Bilkul focus.”

SHO: “Haan baith. Oye Rana! Jaldi chai laa do.”

Cabin ke bahar khada Head Constable Rana, jiske chehre par hamesha ek ajeeb si shanti rehti thi, usne “Ji Sir” bola aur chala gaya.

Main aur SHO Sir table par bada sa Delhi ka map (naksha) khol kar baith gaye.
Hum woh route dhoondh rahe the jo un luteron (robbers) ke liye possible ho sakta tha military weapons lootne ke liye.

SHO Sir ne pen se ek line draw ki.

SHO: “Dekh Dev, yeh Sector 30 bhi uss route mein aata hai... aur yeh Sector 6... yeh toh humne notice hi nahi kiya naa?”

Mera dimaag click hua. Sector 6.
Jahan college hai. Jahan Saloni hai.

Main (dhyaan se map dekhte hue): “Haa Sir... aap sahi keh rahe ho. Sector 6 ekdum center point banta hai agar unhe highway se nikalna ho.”

Hum dono serious discussion kar rahe the, tabhi SHO Sir ne map se nazar hata kar mujhe ghoora.

SHO: “Kya baat hai Dev? Uss din se dekh raha hu tu thoda disturb hai. Dimag kahin aur hai tera. Kaam mein wo focus nahi hai jo pehle tha... fast forward ekdum.”

Main thoda hadbada gaya.
Main (halke se has kar): “Kuch nahi Sir... bas aise hi. Thoda family pressure hai.”

SHO (muskurate hue): “Rehne de. Woh Devika aayi thi tumhare baare mein puchne. Ki tum sach mein kis position par ho, constable ho ya inspector.”

Main (chauk kar): “Phir... aapne kya bataya?”

SHO Sir mera face dekh kar aur zor se hase. Unki aankhon mein masti thi.
SHO: “Devika teri GF hai kya?”

Mere muh se bina soche-samjhe nikal gaya:
Main: “Nahi Sir... woh toh Salo...”

Main bolte-bolte ruk gaya.
‘Saloni’ bolne wala tha.
SHO ki eyebrows upar chadh gayi.

SHO: “Kya? Salo... Saloni bol raha tha kya?”

Mera gala sookh gaya.
Agar Sir ko pata chal gaya ki main apni hi muh-boli behen ke baare mein soch raha hoon, toh kya sochenge?

Main (jaldi se, baat sambhalte hue): “Nahi nahi Sir! Wo... Saloni... matlab meri didi aur Devika friends hain na college mein. Hum saalo se jaante hain ek dusre ko, isliye usko chinta hogi. Aisa kuch nahi hai... Waise woh bhi Sector 6 wale hi college mein hai naa Law department mein... isliye naam nikal gaya.”

Maine baat ghumayi, par SHO Sir purane khiladi the.
Wo samjhe ya nahi, par unhone topic change kar diya.

SHO: “Waise haar manana padega... tere liye CM Sir ki beti chakkar kaat rahi hai thane ke. Hero ho tum.”

Main (baat kaat kr, map par ungli rakhte hue): “Sir... map ka yeh direction dekhiye. Yeh road seedha college ke peeche nikalta hai.”

SHO tezz se haste hue bole:
SHO: “Tuh bhale hi Agent minded ho Dev... par tera dil abhi bhi 18 saal wale bache jaisa hi hai. Chhupa nahi paata tu kuch.”

Phir unhone gusse mein aawaz lagayi:
SHO: “Rana MC kaha mar gaya? Chai nahi aayi abhi tak!”

Tabhi darwaza khula.
Rana chai ki tray lekar andar aaya.
Usne chai table par rakhi.

Par chai rakhte waqt... uski nazrein map par nahi thi.
Uski nazrein seedha mujh par thi.

Wo mujhe ghoor raha tha.
Ek second ke liye, uski aankhon mein wo ‘Constable’ wali respect nahi thi... balki ek thandi, calculation jalan wali look thi.

SHO: “Chai le Dev. Aur Rana, tu kya ghoor raha hai? Jaa woh robbery wali file lekar aa record room se.”

Rana ne nazar hatayi.
Rana: “Ji Sir.”
Wo chala gaya.

Bahut hi badhiya update diya hai Dev the lover bhai....
Nice and beautiful update....