Saali ki bheegi Tamanna π«¦❤️π₯ππ
Barish ka mausam tha, hawa me nami bhi thi… aur kuch aur bhi।
Biwi ghar pe nahi thi — apne mayke gayi thi 3 din ke liye,
aur ghar me bas main tha... aur uski chhoti behen — Riya।
Shaam ke 8 baje... main just nahake nikla tha, towel sir pe tha
aur us waqt Riya ne bedroom ka darwaza khola...
Wo ek tight red cotton saree me thi... bina makeup ke, lekin uska geela badan,
aur us saree ka har pleat... jaise jaise hawa me chipak raha tha uske badan se,
meri saans andar hi atak gayi...
“Jijaji... aapne mujhe dekha bhi nahi…”
Usne narmi se kaha, lekin aankhon me koi shikayat nahi thi — sirf ek bhookh thi।
Main ek kadam uski taraf badha।
Uska gala halki si thartharaya, lekin vo ruki nahi…
humare beech ab koi "rishta" nahi tha — sirf tamaana thi।
“Kabse chahti hoon... aap mujhe us nazar se dekhein, jisme haq ho…”
Uske words itne dheeme the… jaise sirf meri ruh ko sunaye gaye ΰ€Ήों।
Main ne uske baalon me haath ghumaya...
Wo aankhein bandh karke meri chhaati se lag gayi —
uska thanda bheega badan, aur meri jalti hui chaahat...
raat ki barish ke beech dono ek dusre ko sulga rahe the।
“Riya…”
“Main tumhe rok nahi sakta... aur ab to khud ko bhi nahi।”
Usne sirf itna kaha:
“To phir rukna bhi mat…”
Us raat sirf barish nahi gir rahi thi...
Har girti boond ke saath, hum dono ke andar chhupi hui tabahi bhi gir rahi thi।
“Jab bhi Riya mujhe Jijaji keh kar dekhti hai,
us nazar me ab shararat nahi... ek raat ka raaz chhupa hota hai।”
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