Woh raat thi jab bijli chali gayi thi poore mohalle mein. Main apne kamre ki khidki se bahar dekhta hoon, aur wahan balcony mein khadi hai woh – padosan ki ladki, Simran. Uski aankhein mujh par tiki hui thi, bilkul andhere mein chamak rahi thi jaise koi bhediya ki. Dil ki dhadkan ruk si gayi meri, kyuki woh muskurayi, par woh muskurahat mein kuch galat sa tha.
Main Rohan hoon, 28 saal ka, yahan is chhote se town mein akela rehta hoon. Office se wapas aata hoon roz, thak kar, aur seedha bed par gir padta hoon. Par aaj kal neend nahi aati. Kyuki har raat, woh balcony par dikhti hai. Pehli baar toh maine socha coincidence hai, par ab lagta hai jaan boojh kar. Uski maa, Mrs. Sharma, widow hai, aur Simran uski 22 saal ki beti, college jaati hai. Humne kabhi baat nahi ki properly, bas namaste hi namaste. Par aaj, bijli jaane ke baad, woh wahan khadi thi bina torch jalaye, sirf chandni mein.
Main khidki se hatne ki koshish karta hoon, par uski nazar mujhe chhodti nahi. Woh dheere se bolti hai, awaaz itni halki ki lagta hai hawa mein ghul gayi, “Rohan bhaiya, aap jaag rahe ho?” Bhaiya? Pehli baar usne mera naam liya. Main shocked, kyunki woh itni door se sun rahi thi? Main hesitate karta hoon, phir bolta hoon, “Haan Simran, bijli gayi na. Tum theek ho?” Woh sirf haan mein sir hilaati hai, par uski aankhein… woh gehri, jaise kuch chhupa rahi ho. Uski saansein tez lag rahi thi, blouse ke upar se dikhai de raha tha.
Main apna phone torch on karta hoon, balcony ki taraf point karta hoon. Ab saaf dikhta hai – uske baal khule hue, raat ke 1 baje, nighty mein jo thoda tight hai. Woh aage badhti hai railing par haath rakh kar, aur poochti hai, “Aapko neend nahi aati kya aaj kal? Roz dekhti hoon aapko jaagte hue.” Main hairaan, “Tumne notice kiya?” Woh hans padti hai halke se, par woh hansi mein ek darr sa tha. “Haan, balcony se. Aapki khidki khuli rehti hai na.” Body language dekho uski – woh thoda jhuk gayi, jaise secret share karne wali.
Hum baat karte rahe kuch minute. Bijli wapas aayi, par humne lights nahi jalaye. Chandni mein baat karna alag hi feel deta tha. Woh batati hai college ke baare mein, friends ke, par beech beech mein chup ho jaati hai. Ek baar toh usne aankhein jhuka li, aur kaha, “Mummy ko nahi pata yeh sab.” Main poochta hoon, “Kya sab?” Woh muskurati hai fir se, par is baar labbon par kaat li. Tension badh rahi thi, kyunki uski awaaz mein ek pull tha, jaise mujhe apni taraf kheench rahi ho.
Agli subah, office jaate hue Mrs. Sharma se mulaqat hui. Woh bolti hai, “Rohan beta, Simran ko tumse baat karte dekh kar khushi hui. Woh akeli rehti hai ghar par, usko company chahiye.” Main smile karta hoon, par andar se soch raha hoon – company? Raat ki woh nazar company ki nahi thi. Shaam ko wapas aaya, toh Simran ke ghar se awaaz aayi. Darwaza khula tha thoda sa. Main rukta hoon, andar jhaankta hoon. Woh kitchen mein khadi hai, paani bhar rahi hai glass mein. Usne mujhe dekha, pause kiya ek second, phir muskurayi. “Aao na Rohan bhaiya, chai piyo.”
Main andar jaata hoon, hesitant. Ghar saaf suthra, par kuch photos par dhool jami hui. Ek purani photo mein Simran apne papa ke saath, jo accident mein guzar gaye the saal bhar pehle. Woh chai banati hai, hum sofa par baithte hain. Baat shuru hoti hai normal se – weather, office, college. Par uski body language badal rahi thi. Woh paas baith gayi, ghutne touch ho rahe the. Eye contact lambi ho rahi thi, jaise hypnotize kar rahi ho. “Aap single ho na?” suddenly poochti hai woh. Main haan bolta hoon, aur woh aankhein chamka leti hai. “Achha, main bhi. Par… kuch log aise hote hain jo dil ko chhu lete hain.”
Hawa mein kuch heavy sa ho gaya. Woh apna haath mere haath par rakh deti hai, bilkul dheere se. Uski ungliyan thandi thi, par touch mein current sa daud gaya. Main saans rok leta hoon, kyuki uski aankhon mein wohi andhera tha jo raat ko dekha tha. “Kya hua Simran?” main poochta hoon, awaaz thodi kamp rahi. Woh whisper karti hai, “Ek raaz hai mera, jo main sirf aapko bataungi. Par abhi nahi… pehle yeh feel karo.” Aur woh aur paas aati hai, saans meri gardan par mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Raat phir se dhal rahi thi. Hum baith kar baatein karte rahe, par har pause mein tension badh rahi thi. Woh apni zindagi ke baare mein batati hai – papa ki maut ke baad ka akelapan, mummy ki depression, aur uska ek sapna jo woh chhupa rahi hai. Main sunta hoon, par uski har harkat dil ko chhed rahi thi. Ek baar woh uthi coffee lane, aur wapas aate hue uska dupatta gir gaya. Main utha uthane ko, par woh jhuk gayi pehle, humare haath takraye. Woh ruk gayi, meri aankhon mein dekhti rahi. “Tumhare haath mazboot hain,” boli dheere se.
Mohalle mein sab so rahe the, par humare beech ek alag duniya ban rahi thi. Woh batati hai bachpan ki stories, par beech mein chup. Main poochta hoon, “Kya chhupa rahi ho tum?” Woh sirf muskurati hai, aur bolti hai, “Jab time aayega, dikhaungi.” Uski awaaz mein ek dark edge aa gaya tha, jaise woh kisi gehre talab mein dubki laga rahi ho. Main feel kar raha tha attraction, par saath hi darr bhi. Yeh ladki normal nahi thi.
Late night ho gayi. Mummy aa gayi ghar, toh Simran uthi darwaza kholne. Mrs. Sharma thaki hui, “Beta, itni raat kyun jaagi?” Simran hans ke bolti hai, “Rohan bhaiya se baat kar rahi thi mummy.” Mrs. Sharma mujhe dekhti hai, muskurati hai, par uski aankhon mein ek chinta si thi. Main utha jaane ko, par Simran ne aankh se ishara kiya – balcony ki taraf. Main samajh gaya, raat ko milenge.
Ghar aakar let gaya, par neend nahi. Khidki se dekha, woh balcony par. Is baar usne haath hilaya, aur ek cheez phenki – ek note. Main utha laya, padha: “Kal raat 12 baje, mere kamre mein. Raaz sunna hai toh aana.” Dil zor se dhadka. Yeh kya dark desire tha jo shuru ho raha tha? Main jaunga ya nahi? Tension at its peak, par jawab toh agle step mein.
Raat ke 12 baj rahe the. Main apne kamre mein baitha soch raha tha – jaaun ya na jaaun? Woh note pocket mein tha, jaise jal raha ho haath mein. Simran ki woh muskurahat, uski aankhein… dil mein ek ajnabi hulchul machi hui thi. Darr tha, par saath hi ek kashish jo mujhe kheench rahi thi. Aakhir main utha, darwaza dheere se khola, aur andhere mein uske ghar ki taraf badha. Mohalla sannata tha, sirf grill ka halka awaaz.
Uske ghar ka peeche ka gate thoda khula tha, jaise wait kar raha ho. Main andar dala, heartbeats zor zor se. Uska kamra pehli manzil par, balcony se seedha. Sige chadhta hoon, haath kamp rahe the. Kamre ki khidki se halki roshni aa rahi thi – candle? Main ruk gaya bahar, andar jhaankta hoon. Woh bed par baithi hai, nighty mein, baal khule, haath mein ek diary. Usne mujhe dekha, aankhein badi ho gayi, phir muskurayi. ‘Aaye ho,’ boli dheere se, awaaz mein relief.
Main andar ghus gaya, darwaza band kiya. Kamra chhota sa, posters lagay hue walls par, ek table par books. Hawa mein uski khushboo – gulab ki jaise. Hum dono khade, eye contact. Woh nazrein nahi hata rahi, main bhi nahi. Awkward silence. Meri saansein tez, uski bhi. ‘Baitho,’ boli, bed ke kinaare par ishara karke. Main baitha, woh mere bagal mein. Itna paas ki uski god mein meri taang touch ho rahi thi. ‘Raaz kya hai?’ main poochta hoon, awaaz low.
Woh diary uthati hai, par kholti nahi. ‘Pehle suno meri baat.’ Shuru karti hai batana – papa ki maut ke baad ka andhera. Mummy ki dawaiyan, uska akelapan. College mein ladke paas aate, par woh kisi ko trust nahi karti. ‘Tum alag ho Rohan bhaiya. Roz dekhti thi tumhe, jaise samajh jaate ho mera dard bina bole.’ Uski aankhein bhar aayi, main haath badhaya uske kandhe par rakhne ko, par ruk gaya. Hesitation. Woh notice karti hai, apna haath mere haath par rakh deti hai. Accidental nahi, jaan boojh kar. Uski ungliyan meri ungliyon mein phas gayi.
Silence phir. Hum baatein karte, par har sentence ke beech pause. Private yeh moment tha, duniya se alag. Woh apne sapnon ke baare mein batati – ek aisi zindagi jahan koi usko samjhe, chhue bina bhi mehsoos kare. Main sunta hoon, internal thoughts daud rahe – yeh ladki gehri hai, uska dard real. Curiosity badh rahi, kya raaz hai jo itna dark? Woh paas aati aur, saans meri kaan par. ‘Tumhe lagta hai main pagal hoon?’ poochti hai. Main sir hilata hoon no, aur woh sar jhuka leti hai mere seene par.
Emotional pull strong ho gaya. Main uske baalon mein haath pherne laga, dheere dheere. Uski body relax hui, par tension ab alag level par. Lingering eye contact – jab woh uthi sar, humari nazrein lock. Time ruk sa gaya. ‘Simran…’ main bola, awaaz mein hesitation. Woh whisper, ‘Chhuno mujhe, jaise kabhi kisi ne nahi.’ Haath uske gaal par, thumb se sehlaaya. Woh aankhein band kar li, labbon par kaamp. Hum paas aaye, forehead touch forehead. Yeh connection tha – silent understanding, jaise saalon ka saath.
Woh diary kholi, dikhai – drawings, poems, mere baare mein. ‘Yeh tumhare liye likha.’ Realization hua – uska dark desire mera hi tha, chhupa pyar jo darr mein badal gaya tha. Emotional peak yahan, dil se dil mil gaya. Hum baith gaye bed par, haath thaam kar. Baatein gehri hui – mera akelapan, uska loss. Har touch ab natural, accidental se intentional. Usne mera haath apne pet par rakha, saansein sync mein.
Raat gehri hui. Candle ki roshni mein hum ek dusre ke aur paas. Woh meri shirt ke button kholne lagi, haath kampte hue. Main rok nahi paya, uski nighty ke straps kandhe se utarte hue. Body language bol rahi thi sab – trust, desire. Hum let gaye, ek dusre ko explore karte hue. Uski skin garam, meri ungliyan uski curve par phirti, dheere se. Woh moan karti halke se, aankhein band. Main uske neck par saansein chhodta, uski fingers meri peeth par nakhun gadh rahi.
Tension ab peak par, par slow. Hum roll huye, woh upar aayi, baal mere chehre par gir rahe. Eye contact tooti nahi, jaise silent promise. Uski movements rhythmic, body waves bana rahi. Main uske hips pakadta, guide karta. Saansein mix ho rahi, sweat ki khushboo. Internal thoughts – yeh galat nahi lag raha, perfect fit jaise. Woh jhuk gayi, lips touch hue, deep kiss mein doob gaye. Har thrust mein emotion, hesitation gayab, sirf connection.
Woh badalti position, side se, legs entwine. Haath explore karte rahe – uske breasts par, nipples hard, main sehlaata. Woh arch karti peeth, pleasure ki lahar. Speed badhi dheere dheere, moans loud na ho isliye haath se muh dabaya. Climax ki taraf, body tremble. Hum sync mein pahunche, ek saath release – waves of ecstasy, satisfying shiver. Woh mere seene par gir padi, saansein tez. ‘Yeh mera raaz tha,’ boli, ‘tumhare bina jee nahi paati.
Hum let gaye, ek dusre ko thaam kar. Subah hone wali thi, par yeh moment eternal. Pleasure satisfying tha, dil bhara. Par curiosity bachi – aage kya? Mummy ko pata chalega? Yeh dark desire ka anjaam kya? Raat khatam hui, par story abhi baaki.