Part-6
Drawing room mein ek ekdum well-settled banda baitha tha—Sameer. Sameer Canada mein ek badi MNC mein software engineer tha aur khaas apni shaadi ke liye India aaya tha. Uska accent thoda "NRI" wala tha aur wo dikhne mein kaafi sophisticated lag raha tha.
Mummy ne mujhe awaaz di: “Monu, aaja beta, Sameer aur uncle-aunty se mil le. Canada se aaye hain bechare itni door se.”
Main drawing room mein gaya. Shivani masi wahan ekdum shareef ladki ban kar baithi thi, sar pe dupatta rakhe. Mujhe dekh kar usne aisi shakal banayi jaise wo mujhe jaanti hi nahi, par uski aankhon mein wahi shaitani thi.
Maine sabko namaste kiya aur seedha Sameer ke paas gaya.
Main (ekdum masoomiyat se): “Namaste Mausa ji! Welcome to India. Flight mein thak gaye honge na?”
Sameer ka muskurata hua chehra ekdum se freeze ho gaya. Usne hairani se meri taraf dekha. "Mausa ji? Oh... actually, you can call me Sameer or Sam. Mausa ji sounds a bit... old-fashioned, right?"
Shivani ne apna muh dupatta se dhak liya taaki zor se hans na de. Mummy ne bhi thoda awkward feel kiya par kuch boli nahi.
Main (style se): “Arre nahi nahi Mausa ji, aap Canada se aaye hain to kya hua, humare sanskar to wahi hain na! Aap meri masi se shaadi kar rahe hain, to mere to aap Mausa ji hi hue. Hai na masi?”
Shivani ne meri taraf dekh kar aankh maari: “Haan Sameer, ye Monu hai na... rishton ko bahut seriously leta hai. Canada mein bhi ye aapko 'Mausa ji' bol kar hi pukarega, dekh lena!”
Sameer ne ek feeki muskurahat di. Baat-cheet shuru hui. Sameer Shivani ko apne Canada wale ghar ke photos dikha raha tha aur bata raha tha ki wahan ki life kitni "classy" hai.
Dopahar ko lunch ke waqt, Sameer ne dekha ki Shivani baar-baar meri plate mein extra paneer daal rahi hai aur hum dono bina bole ek-dusre ki plate se salad exchange kar rahe hain.
Sameer: “Shivani, ye bag jo tumne sofa pe rakha tha... it's a nice off-white leather sling. Maine socha tha main Toronto se tumhare liye aisa kuch launga, par tumne pehle hi le liya?”
Shivani ne thoda tashan mein meri taraf dekha aur boli: “Arre ye? Ye to Monu ne mujhe gift kiya hai. Sameer, aapko mehnat karne ki zaroorat hi nahi hai, meri har pasand Monu ko mujhse pehle pata hoti hai.”
Sameer ka chehra utar gaya. Usko shayad pehli baar jalan (jealousy) mahsoos ho rahi thi. Use laga tha ki Canada se aakar wo sabko impress kar dega, par yahan ek 'temporary boyfriend' ne pehle hi baazi maar li thi.
Shaam ko jab wo log jaane lage, Sameer ne mujhe side mein bulaya.
Sameer: “Listen Monu, tumhare aur Shivani ke beech ka 'bond' thoda unique hai. Par Canada mein life thodi private hoti hai, hope you understand.”
Main: “Fikar mat kijiye Mausa ji! Main to masi ka 'special consultant' hoon. Aap bas Canada ki thand se bachiye, masi ka khayal rakhne ke liye to main hoon hi!”
Sameer ne bas apna sar pakad liya aur gaadi mein baith gaya. Jaise hi gaadi gate se bahar nikli, Shivani ne zor se saans chhodi aur mujh par toot padi.
Shivani (haste-haste pagal hote hue): “Kamine! Mausa ji?? Bechara itna suit-boot pehen kar Canada se aaya tha, tune ek minute mein use 'uncle' wali category mein daal diya!”
Main: “Tashan hai masi! Use pata chalna chahiye ki tera 'acting' wala BF tujhe 'Real' wale Mausa ji se zyada khush rakhta hai.”
Shivani ne mera haath pakda aur mere room ki taraf kheenchti hui le gayi.
Shivani: “Chhor na use. Chal, aaj tuition miss ho gayi na? Abhi compensate karte hain. Aur sun, wo jo kal raat wali ‘acting practice’ thi… Mausa ji ko dekh kar laga ki wo practice thodi aur karni chahiye. Kyun, kya bolta hai?”
Main hans pada. Hum dono bed pe baithe, books khuli thi, par dimaag kahin aur tha. Raat wali kiss ki yaad abhi bhi taza thi.
Raat ke gyarah baj rahe the. Sameer (Mausa ji) aur unki family ja chuki thi, par ghar mein abhi bhi unki baaton ki goonj baaki thi. Shivani masi mere room mein thi. Wo thodi der pehle Sameer ki nakal utaar kar mujhe hansaa rahi thi, par dhire-dhire mahaul badalne laga.
Hum dono bed pe baite the. Shivani ne apna sar mere kandhe pe rakha hua tha.
Shivani (fusfusate hue): “Monu... sach bataun, aaj jab tune use ‘Mausa ji’ bola na, to mujhe bahut maza aaya. Par kabhi-kabhi darr lagta hai ki jab main Canada chali jaungi, to ye sab masti, ye tera saath... sab khatam ho jayega.”
Maine uski taraf dekha. Uske chehre par light ki halki roshni pad rahi thi, jisne uski khubsurati ko aur badha diya tha. Shivani meri taraf mudi aur meri aankhon mein dekhte hue dhire se boli, “Tu sach mein best hai.”
Pichli raat ki tarah, usne dhire se aage jhuk kar mere honthon par ek halki si kiss ki. Ye shuruat acting practice ya mazak jaisi hi thi, par is baar kuch alag tha. Wo piche nahi hati, balki usne mere gaal ko apne hath se pakad liya.
Uske naram honthon ka sparsh hote hi Monu puri tarah behak gaya. Jo dosti aur mazak ka parda ab tak tha, wo ek jhatke mein gir gaya. Monu ke andar ka daba hua ehsaas josh ban kar ubal pada. Usne bina soche-samjhe Shivani ko apni bahon mein kas liya.
Monu ne apne dono hath niche le jaakar Shivani ke chutdon (hips) ko piche se zor se dabaya aur use apni taraf kheench liya. Uska control khatam ho chuka tha. Wo bhul gaya ki ye acting thi. Usne shiddat se Shivani ke honthon ko chusna shuru kar diya. Ye kiss ab halki nahi rahi thi, balki usme ek junglee josh aur tadap thi.
Shivani pehle to sunn ho gayi. Use laga tha ye wahi purana chhota sa kiss hoga, par Monu ka ye roop dekh kar uski ruh kaanp gayi. Usne Monu ko hatane ki koshish ki, par Monu uske hothon ko itni buri tarah se chus raha tha jaise wo use apna bana lena chahta ho.
Aakhirkar, Shivani ne apni puri takat lagayi aur Monu ko zor se piche dhakel diya.
Shivani ki saans phool rahi thi, uske baal bikhar gaye the aur honth laal ho chuke the. Uski aankhon mein gussa aur ek ajeeb sa darr tha.
Shivani (chillate hue par dhimi awaaz mein): “Kamine!! Ye tu kya kar raha hai? Pagal ho gaya hai kya tu?”
Monu hosh mein aaya. Wo bed pe girte-girte bacha. Uska dimaag ghum raha tha.
Shivani (gusse mein kaampte hue): “Main teri masi hoon Monu! Masi yani maa jaisi hoti hai... aur tu mere saath ye sab kar raha hai? Maine tujhe dost samjha, tujh pe bharosa kiya aur tune... tune ye gandi harkat ki!”
Monu kuch bolne ki koshish karne laga: “M-masi... wo main... main behak gaya tha... sorry...”
Shivani ne ek baar uski taraf nafrat aur dukh se dekha, apni T-shirt thik ki aur room se bhag gayi. Darwaza band hone ki awaaz Monu ke kaano mein thappad ki tarah lagi.
