Piyush balcony pe khada tha, subah ki chai ka cup haath mein tha, lekin uski nazar side wale flat ki taraf thi. Achanak ek halki si awaaz aayi – jaise koi aurat ro rahi ho, par siskiyon mein kuch aur bhi tha. Usne kaan lagaya, dil zor se dhadka, kyuki awaaz Nisha di ki taraf se aa rahi thi, unki nayi padosan ki.
Piyush ko yaad aaya kal raat ka scene. Woh lift mein mila tha Nisha se, uske haath mein grocery bags, aur woh thak gayi si dikhti thi. “Bhaiya, zara help kar doge?” usne kaha tha, uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi, jaise kuch chhupa rahi ho. Piyush ne bags le li thi, aur lift ke andar un dono ke beech sirf ek inch ka faasla tha. Uska perfume ki khushboo abhi bhi naak mein ghum rahi thi – musky, thoda wild. Woh chup tha, bas uski taraf dekhta raha jab tak woh apne flat ke door pe na pahunch gayi.
Aaj subah yeh awaaz… Piyush ne cup side table pe rakha aur balcony ki railing pakad li. Nisha ka flat bilkul paas tha, sirf ek chhota sa gap. Awaaz ruk gayi, phir phir se shuru – halki, jaise koi phone pe baat kar rahi ho, par tone mein kuch tension thi. “Haan… abhi… nahi…” Piyush ko laga woh kisi se lad rahi ho. Usne socha, interfere karun? Par padosi padosi hota hai, kabhi kabhi personal matters mein mat ghusedo. Lekin curiosity maar rahi thi.
Piyush 28 saal ka tha, IT job karta tha, single life enjoy karta tha. Ghar pe akela rehta tha, parents village mein. Society mein nayi nayi shift hua tha, aur Nisha unki immediate neighbour thi – 26-27 ki hogi, slim figure, lambi baal, hamesha salwar suit mein dikhti thi jo uske curves ko thoda highlight karti. Kal lift mein jab usne bags adjust kiye the, uska dupatta sarak gaya tha, aur Piyush ko uski collar bone dikhi thi, smooth skin. Woh jaldi se theek kiya tha, par Piyush ki nazar wahan atak gayi thi ek second ke liye. Uski aankhein mili thi usse, ek halki si smile, phir nazar hata li.
Ab balcony pe khada, Piyush soch raha tha ki awaaz kyun aa rahi hai. Shayad boyfriend se jhagda? Ya family issue? Nisha akeli rehti thi, usne suna tha office job karti hai. Kabhi balcony pe dekha tha usko, phone pe hans rahi hoti thi, par aaj kuch alag tha. Awaaz ruk gayi. Piyush ne sigh kiya, wapas apne flat mein jaane laga, tabhi door bell baji.
“Kaun hoga itni subah?” Piyush ne socha aur door khola. Samne Nisha khadi thi, aankhein laal, chehra flushed, haath mein ek plate. “Piyush bhaiya, sorry disturb kiya, yeh cookies banaye the kal, try kar lo,” usne kaha, awaaz thodi kampkampa rahi thi. Usne plate forward kiya, par haath hil raha tha halke se. Piyush ne liya, uski ungliyaan touch hui uske haath se – garam, soft. Woh ruk gaya, uski aankhon mein dekha. Woh nazar hata nahi pa rahi thi, jaise kuch kehna chahti ho.
“Kya hua Nisha? Sab theek?” Piyush ne poocha, tone soft rakha. Woh andar aa gayi bina puche, jaise automatic. “Kuch nahi bhaiya, bas… neend nahi aayi raat bhar. Tumhare balcony se awaaz suni hogi na?” Usne seedha kaha, aur Piyush shock ho gaya. “Awaaz? Matlab?” Woh bola, par andar hi andar ghabra gaya. Nisha sofa pe baith gayi, ghutno pe haath rakhe, nazar neeche. “Mera ex… call kiya tha. Purane waale cheezein yaad dila raha tha. Rona aa gaya tha mujhe.”
Piyush paas baitha, usko paani dene gaya kitchen. Wapas aaya toh dekha woh apne baal sambhal rahi thi, ek strand muh pe aa gaya tha. Usne usko door kiya, par Piyush ko laga uska haath uske gaal ko chhoo gaya. “Ex? Kya hua usse?” Piyush ne poocha, curiosity se. Nisha ne sigh kiya, “Long story hai bhaiya. Hum college se the, phir woh cheat kar gaya. Ab suddenly yaad aa gaya. Tum sunoge?” Uski aankhein uspe lagi hui thi, ek badi si puppy eyes, par andar kuch intense.
Piyush ne haan kaha, aur baat shuru ho gayi. Nisha bolne lagi, college days ki, kaise woh Piyush jaise ladke se pyar karti thi – caring, strong. “Tum bhi aise hi ho na? Kal lift mein kitna help kiya,” usne kaha, haath uske shoulder pe rakha ek second ke liye. Piyush ko current laga, uski body heat feel hui. Woh hata nahi paya. Baat mein woh details dene lagi – ex kaise usko touch karta tha, intimate moments, par ab regret. Piyush sunta raha, uski body language note kar raha tha – woh baithte hue thoda aage jhuk rahi thi, cleavage thoda dikhai de raha tha top se.
Time nikal gaya, chai banayi Piyush ne, dono saath piye. Nisha hansne lagi, mood theek ho gaya. “Tumhare jaise neighbour mile toh lucky hoon,” usne kaha, aankh maarte hue playfully. Piyush muskura diya, par andar tension build ho rahi thi. Tabhi uska phone baja, ex ka naam flash hua screen pe. Nisha ka chehra badal gaya, woh uthi, “Sorry bhaiya, baad mein baat karti hoon.” Par jaate waqt ruk gayi door pe, peeche mud ke dekha, “Kal aaungi dinner ke liye, theek? Akela mat rehna.” Uski smile mein kuch naughty sa tha, aur Piyush ka dil phir se dhadka.
Door band hua, Piyush balcony pe wapas. Ab awaaz nahi aa rahi thi, par uske mann mein sawaal the – Nisha ka past kya hai? Ex kyun wapas aaya? Aur woh touch, woh nazar… Kal dinner? Piyush soch mein pad gaya, balcony se uska flat dekha. Curtains hile, jaise koi dekh raha ho. Tension badh rahi thi, kuch hone wala tha.
Kal raat Piyush so nahi paya theek se. Nisha ki woh smile, door pe ruk ke woh nazar… balcony se curtain hilna. Subah office gaya, par dimag mein woh hi ghum raha tha. Shaam ko wapas aaya, ghar saaf kiya, dinner ke liye kuch simple banaya – paneer butter masala, roti, salad. Fridge mein beer bhi thi, socha offer karunga. Clock tik tik kar raha tha, 8 baj gaye. Door bell baja.
Piyush ne door khola. Nisha khadi thi, black top aur jeans mein, baal khule, thoda makeup – lips pe glossy shine. “Bhaiya, late ho gayi sorry, office mein stuck thi,” usne kaha, haath mein wine bottle. Piyush ne muskura ke welcome kiya, andar bulaya. Dinning table pe baith gaye, khana serve kiya. Baat shuru hui light se – society ke gossips, weather, uska job. Par Piyush notice kar raha tha, woh baar baar glass uthate hue uski taraf dekhti, aankhein thodi der tak tikti.
“Tumhare ex ke baare mein batao na zyada,” Piyush ne poocha, curiosity se. Nisha ne fork neeche rakha, ek lambi saans li. Silence ho gaya table pe, sirf AC ki awaaz. Woh nazar utha ke uski aankhon mein dekha, “Bhaiya, woh mujhe kabhi samajh nahi paya. Hamesha apne doston ke saath, mujhe akela chhod deta.” Uski awaaz mein dard tha, par saath hi kuch aur – jaise relief ki baat kar rahi ho. Piyush ne haath aage badhaya sympathy mein, par accidentally uske fingers touch ho gaye plate ke paas. Dono ruk gaye, touch ko feel kiya ek second zyada. Piyush ne jaldi hata liya, chehra garam ho gaya.
“Sorry,” woh bola, par Nisha hans di halke se. “Koi baat nahi, achha lagta hai caring touch.” Yeh keh ke woh wine pour ki dono ke glass mein. Baat aage badhi, college days ki aur stories. Woh bata rahi thi kaise ex usko parties mein le jata, par wahan ignore karta. “Ek baar toh…” woh ruk gayi, nazar neeche. Piyush ka dil dhadka, “Kya? Batao na.” Awkward pause, phir woh boli, “Woh mujhe ghar drop karne ke baad bhi nahi rukta tha mere saath. Jaise main timepass hoon.” Uski aankhein moist ho gayi, Piyush ko dekh rahi thi jaise help maang rahi ho.
Khana khatam, dono sofa pe shift hue. Beer offer ki Piyush ne, Nisha ne haan kaha. Lights dim kar di, movie lagayi background mein – romantic comedy, par koi nahi dekh raha tha. Baithte hue unke knees touch ho gaye, Piyush ne move karne ki koshish ki, par Nisha ne haath rakha uske knee pe, “Rahne do bhaiya, comfortable hai.” Uska haath garam tha, halka pressure. Silence phir, sirf movie ki awaaz. Piyush ka mann soch raha tha – yeh kya ho raha hai? Uski saansen tez ho rahi thi, nazar uske lips pe gayi.
Nisha pehli boli, “Tum single ho na? Koi girlfriend nahi?” Piyush ne haan mein sir hila diya, “Haan, busy life.” Woh aage jhuki, chehra paas, “Lucky ladki hogi jo milegi tumhe. Tumhare jaise – strong, sunne wale.” Uski saansen Piyush ke chehre pe lag rahi thi, perfume ki wohi khushboo. Eye contact lamba ho gaya, jaise time ruk gaya. Piyush ka haath automatic uske haath pe chala gaya, fingers intertwine ho gaye. “Nisha…” woh bola softly, hesitation mein. Woh smile ki, aur paas aayi, forehead uske shoulder pe rakha.
Andar Piyush ke mann mein toofan – curiosity maar rahi thi, kya woh feel kar raha hai woh? Uski body heat, soft curves top ke andar. Nisha uthi thoda, uski aankhein intense, “Bhaiya, mujhe lagta hai tum samajh sakte ho mera dard.” Private baat ab personal ho rahi thi. Piyush ne usko hug kiya lightly, back rub kiya. Woh sigh ki, body relax hui uske against. Awkward silence toot gaya jab usne uske neck pe kiss kiya halka sa – thank you jaise. Piyush shock mein, par pull away nahi kiya. Uski hesitation gayi, haath uske waist pe sarak gaya.
Emotional peak wahan aaya. Nisha peeche hati, aankhon mein realization – jaise woh samajh gayi Piyush usko genuinely care karta hai. “Tum alag ho, Piyush. Ex jaise nahi.” Yeh keh ke woh kiss kar diya properly, lips soft, urgent. Piyush respond kiya, haath uske baalon mein. Sofa pe woh gir gaye dheere se, bodies press hui. Clothes slowly shed hue, hesitation mein par curiosity se. Uski skin smooth, Piyush ke haathon ke neeche tremble kar rahi thi. Woh uske chest pe kisses barsa rahi thi, moans halke, jaise saalon ka wait khatam ho raha ho.
Piyush ne usko explore kiya, har curve, har sensitive spot ko touch se, lips se. Nisha ka body arch hua, fingers uske back mein nails gadaye lightly. Unka rhythm sync ho gaya, slow at first, hesitation se bhara, phir intense. Sweat mix hua, breaths heavy, eye contact breaks mein bhi. Piyush ke internal thoughts – yeh real hai? Uski warmth, tightness, woh pleasure waves jo dono ko hit kar rahi thi. Nisha ke chehre pe expressions – pain se pleasure tak, eyes closed tightly, mouth open silently screaming.
Woh positions change hue naturally, Piyush upar, phir side, Nisha leading sometimes. Har thrust mein connection deep hua, emotional bond jaise seal ho gaya. Uski legs wrap ki uske around, pulling closer. Climax build hua slowly, tension peak pe. Piyush feel kar raha tha uski pulses, woh bhi uske. Finally, ek saath release – body shake, gasps loud, pleasure ki wave jo pure room bhar gayi. Woh collapse hue ek dusre pe, panting, satisfied.
Baad mein, dono naked let gaye, sheets odh ke. Nisha ke head Piyush ke chest pe, finger circles bana rahi. “Yeh galat nahi laga na?” usne poocha softly. Piyush ne kiss kiya forehead pe, “Perfect tha. Tum perfect ho.” Silence sweet tha ab, no awkwardness. Par Piyush ke mann mein ek chhota sa curiosity – ex ka phone? Future kya? Nisha so gayi uske baahon mein, par Piyush jaagta raha, balcony ki taraf dekhta. Curtains ab shut the, par raat abhi khatam nahi hui thi.