Bhag 22:Subah ki Shanka aur Meenu ka Bahana
Raat bhar ke us bhayankar toofaan ke baad subah ki pehli kiran jab Manik ke kamre mein dakhil hui, toh manzar badal chuka tha. Manik gehri neend mein so rahe the, unke chehre par ek vijayi muskan thi. Lekin Meenu, jiski 'kunwari kaaya' ko Manik ne raat bhar buri tarah nichoda tha, uske liye bistar se uthna kisi pahad chadhne jaisa tha.
Meenu ne darta-darte apne bikhre huye kapde uthaye aur unhe pehen kar dabe paon kamre se bahar nikalne ki koshish ki. Uska badan toot raha tha, aur uski jaanghon ke beech ka dard use har kadam par yaad dila raha tha ki raat ko 'Tiger' ne use kitni buri tarah shikar banaya tha.
Jaise hi wo kitchen ki taraf badhi, samne se Suruchi aa gayi. Suruchi, jo ghar ki sabse samajhdaar aur baaz jaisi nazar rakhne wali beti thi, usne turant Meenu ki halat notice kar li.
"Meenu? Tu itni subah Papa ke kamre se kyun nikal rahi hai?" Suruchi ne ek gehri aur sawaliya nazar Meenu par daali.
Meenu ka dil halaq mein aa gaya, par usne khud ko sambhala. "Wo... wo Didi, Sahab ko subah jaldi pani chahiye tha, wahi dene gayi thi."
Suruchi ne dekha ki Meenu chalte waqt thoda ladkhada rahi hai, jaise uske pairon mein jaan na bachi ho. Usne Meenu ko upar se niche tak dekha; Meenu ke baal bikhre the aur uske suit par halki si silvatein thin.
"Meenu, tu aise kyun chal rahi hai? Teri chaal mein wo ladkhadahat kyun hai?" Suruchi ne shaq bhari aawaz mein pucha.
Meenu ne turant apni jaanghon ko thoda sikoda aur ek dard bhara chehra banaya. "Didi, wo... mujhe aaj subah hi periods (masik dharm) shuru ho gaye hain. Pehla din hai na, toh kamar aur pet mein bahut tez dard ho raha hai. Isliye thoda thik se chala nahi ja raha."
Suruchi ne apni bahein seene par baandh li. Wo thodi der tak Meenu ki aankhon mein dekhti rahi. Suruchi bahut samajhdaar thi, use pata tha ki periods ka dard kaisa hota hai, par Meenu ke chehre ki wo 'chamak' aur uski aankhon ki 'sharm' kuch aur hi bayaan kar rahi thin.
"Accha? Periods mein itni ladkhadahat?" Suruchi ne dheere se kaha. "Theek hai, tu jaakar thoda rest kar le, nashta main dekh lungi. Par Meenu... dhyaan rakhna, Papa Thailand se aaye hain, unhe shanti chahiye, tu faltu ki pareshani mat khadi karna."
Meenu ne gardan jhukayi aur jaldi se kitchen mein ghus gayi. Suruchi wahin khadi rahi aur apne Papa ke kamre ke band darwaze ko dekhne lagi. Uske mann mein ek ajeeb si khalish (unrest) thi. Use lag raha tha ki Thailand se lautne ke baad Papa aur Meenu ke beech kuch toh aisa badla hai jo wo samajh nahi paa rahi.
Wahin andar, Manik jaag chuke the aur bahar ho rahi baaton ko halka-halka sun rahe the. Unhe pata tha ki Suruchi ko bewakoof banana aasaan nahi hai, par Natasha ke diye huye naye tajurbon ne unhe sikhaya tha ki 'Khatre mein hi asli maza hai.' Unhone bistar par pade Meenu ke baal ke ek tukde ko uthaya aur use choomte huye socha—Abhi toh Suruchi aur Musu ko bhi is naye 'khel' ka hissa banana baaki hai.
Manik office pahunchte hi apne cabin mein ghus gaye. Thailand ki raaton ka nasha abhi bhi unke khoon mein daud raha tha, chehre par ek alag si chamak thi. Jaise hi woh apni kursi par baithne lage, darwaza khula aur Anjali Ghosh andar aa gayi. Usne aaj ek tight white blouse pehna tha jisme se uski bhari-bhari choochiyan (boobs) bahar aane ko machal rahi thi, aur neeche black pencil skirt jo uski gaand ki shape ko bilkul saaf dikha rahi thi.
Anjali ne darwaza andar se lock kiya aur seedhe Manik ke desk ke saamne aa khadi hui. Usne haath kamar par rakh kar jhuk kar boli, awaaz mein thodi shikayat aur bahut si shararat bhari hui:
“Oye Shahib… aap toh humse baat hi nahi kar rahe ho! Itne din se Thailand gaye the, ek call bhi nahi kiya. Ab aate hi seedhe cabin mein ghus gaye. Kya baat hai?”
Manik ne kursi peeche dhakela, pair table par rakh diye aur shaitani muskaan ke saath uski taraf dekha. Unki nazar seedhe Anjali ke cleavage par thi, phir dheere se neeche uski skirt ke upar sark gayi.
“Anjali… tu toh bilkul waise hi hai jaise chhod ke gaya tha. Bas… aur bhi garam ho gayi lagti hai.”
Anjali ne ek kadam aage badhaya, desk par haath rakh kar aur jhuk gayi taaki uske boobs aur zyada ubhar aayein. Usne halki si siskari bhari awaaz mein kaha:
“Shahib… aap batao na… wahan ka ‘munna’ khush hua ke nahi? Ya phir wahan ki ladkiyon ne use itna thaka diya ki ab ghar aake bhi chain nahi mil raha?”
Manik ne ek gehri saans li, apni kursi thodi aage khisakayi taaki Anjali ke bilkul saamne ho. Unhone apni aankhon se uske dono boobs ko ghoora aur phir dheere se bola, awaaz mein double meaning bhari hui:
“Khush? Arre Anjali… ye kabhi khush hone wala nahi hai. Balke bigad gaya hai poora.”
Anjali ne muskurate hue apne honth chabaaye aur poocha, “Bigad gaya? Matlab?”
Manik ne apni ungli se table par halka sa thapthapaya, jaise kuch soch rahe hon, phir seedhe Anjali ke beecho-beech (uske boobs ke beech ki line) dekhte hue bola:
“Wahan ‘munna’ ko jo ras mile… wo itna garam aur gehra tha ki ab yeh yahan wapas aake bhi chain se nahi baith pa raha. Har waqt tadap raha hai… kisi naye muh mein jaane ke liye, kisi nayi garmahat mein doobne ke liye. Tu samajh rahi hai na… mera matlab kya hai?”
Anjali ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne apne haath se apne blouse ke upar ka button halka sa khola taaki aur cleavage dikhe aur boli, awaaz mein tadap bhari:
“Shahib… toh ab ye bigda hua munna kya chahta hai? Thailand ki yaadein bhulane ke liye koi desi maal chahiye?
Manik ne kursi se uth kar Anjali ke bilkul paas aa gaye. Unhone uski kamar par haath rakha aur kaan ke paas phusphusaya:
“Tu help kar na Anjali… bas thodi si madad… lunch break mein cabin lock kar dena. Main tujhe bataunga ki Thailand ka nasha asliyat mein kya hota hai.”
Anjali ne ek pal ke liye aankhen badi ki, phir thoda peeche hati aur apne haathon se apne boobs ko halka sa dabaya jaise khud ko sambhal rahi ho. Uski awaaz ab thodi darr bhari lekin tadapti hui thi:
“Na baba Shahib… mera pati mujhe maar dalega! Woh toh pehle se hi shak karta hai office ke kaam ke naam par. Agar usko pata chal gaya ki main aapke saath… toh ghar jaake meri jaan nikal jayegi. Aap toh jaante ho na, woh kitna gussa wala hai.”
Manik ne uski kamar ko aur zor se pakda, apne sharir ko uske sharir se sata diya taaki usko unka garam saans mehsoos ho. Unhone dheere se kaha:
“Arre pagli… dar mat. Main toh tujhe sirf thoda maza dena chahta hoon. Tera pati ko pata hi nahi chalega. Lunch break mein 20-25 minute… bas cabin lock, lights dim, aur mera bigda hua munna tera muh bhar dega. Tu bhi toh tadap rahi hai na? Dekh, teri aankhon mein hi likha hai.”
Anjali ne apna chehra neeche kiya, gaal laal ho gaye. Usne dheere se kaha, awaaz kamp rahi thi:
“Shahib… sach mein bahut darr lag raha hai. Par… aapki baat sun kar mera dil bhi zor-zor se dhadak raha hai. Theek hai… lunch break mein main aapke liye ‘special chai’ lekar aaungi. Par promise kijiye… sirf 20 minute. Aur agar mera pati call kare toh main bolungi office mein meeting chal rahi hai.”
Manik ne uske gaal par haath phera aur ek halki si kiss uski gardan par de di:
“Promise, meri jaan. Bas tu aa jaana… aur yaad rakhna, aaj lunch mein mera Tiger tujhe itna maza dega ki tu apne pati ko bhi bhool jayegi. Ab ja… warna abhi yahin shuru kar doonga.”
Anjali ne aankh maari, apna blouse theek kiya, darwaza khola aur bahar nikal gayi. Peeche mudkar ek aakhri shaitani nazar daali. Manik kursi par baith gaye, apne ‘munne’ ko haath se dabaya aur socha – “Ab asli khel lunch mein shuru hone wala hai… Anjali ki tadap aur mera Tiger… dekhte hain kaun jeet ta hai.”
