Main Aman hoon, 25 saal ka, aur yeh meri zindagi ki woh kahani hai jo main khud likh raha hoon. Kal raat tak sab normal tha, par aaj subah office jaate hue lift mein uska saamna ho gaya – woh meri wife Priya ki best friend, Neha. Uski aankhon mein kuch ajeeb sa darr aur excitement tha, jaise woh kuch bolna chahti thi par bol nahi pa rahi. Lift ka darwaza band hua, aur sirf hum dono the andar, meri saans ruk si gayi.
Yeh sab kaise shuru hua, yeh soch kar hi dil dhadak raha hai. Shaadi ko do saal ho gaye Priya se. College ke time se dost the hum, love marriage ki, sab khush the. Priya ab job karti hai ek MNC mein, main bhi software engineer hoon same building mein. Zindagi set thi – subah coffee, office, raat dinner, weekend movies. Par andar hi andar kuch khali-pan sa mehsoos hota tha. Priya busy rehti, late nights, aur main ghar par akela TV dekhta. Kabhi kabhi sochta, yeh hi toh life hai na?
Neha ki entry ismein ek mahine pehle hui. Priya ki college bestie, abhi Mumbai shift hui job ke liye. Same society mein flat mila usko, just two floors up. First time mila tha dinner par. Priya ne invite kiya. Neha aayi black top mein, jeans tight, baal khule. Smile karte hue hug kiya mujhe, par us hug mein thoda zyada der ruk gayi. ‘Aman bhaiya, kitne changed ho gaye ho!’ bola usne, aankhein jhuka kar. Priya hasi, main sharma gaya. Us raat baatein lambi chali, Neha ki job stories, single life ki freedom. Priya so gayi beech mein, hum balcony par chai peete rahe. Uski awaaz soft thi, ‘Priya lucky hai tumhare jaise husband milne par.’ Maine sirf smile ki, par andar kuch tickle hua.
Agla din se hi chhoti chhoti cheezein notice karne laga. Subah lift mein milna common ho gaya. ‘Good morning Aman!’ bolti, coffee ka cup haath mein, perfume ki khushboo fail jaati. Kabhi elevator rukta beech mein, hum dono khade, chup. Ek baar usne kaha, ‘Tumhari smile mein magic hai yaar.’ Main hasa, ‘Pagal ho kya?’ Par dil mein kuch hua. Priya ko bataya nahi, kyunki kuch tha hi nahi bolne wala.
Ek hafte baad, Priya ka birthday tha. Party plan ki society club house mein. Neha bhi aayi, red dress mein killer lag rahi thi. Dance floor par sab nach rahe, Priya tipsy ho gayi, mujhse chipak gayi. Neha door se dekhti rahi, glass haath mein. Baad mein cake cut hone ke time, woh paas aayi, ‘Happy birthday Priya, aur Aman ko bhi thanks for everything.’ Uske haath mere shoulder par rakhe, garam sa mehsoos hua. Priya ne notice nahi kiya, busy thi friends se.
Us raat ghar aaye, Priya thak kar so gayi. Main balcony par khada tha, phone check kar raha. Neha ka message aaya: ‘Party mazaa aaya? 😊’ Maine reply kiya, ‘Haan, tumhari wajah se.’ Yeh slip ho gaya, par send kar diya. Woh online thi, turant: ‘Really? Kya matlab?’ Maine socha, mazak mein: ‘Dance achha tha tera.’ Dots dots chale gaye, phir: ‘Thanks. Good night. Sweet dreams.’
Kal se messages badh gaye. Chhoti baatein – weather, office stress, Priya ke baare mein. ‘Priya kitni lucky hai,’ phir se bola usne ek din. Maine pucha, ‘Kyun?’ ‘Tum jaise caring husband.’ Par uske emojis hearts ke saath. Main ignore karta, par reply deta. Priya ko shak nahi, woh busy rehti.
Aaj subah, lift wala moment. Society mein power cut ho gaya tha kal raat, lift thodi der ruk gayi floor 5 par. Neha already andar thi jab main enter hua. ‘Hi,’ bola main, button dabaya. Woh peeche wall se sat gayi, skirt peheni thi office ki, white blouse. Lift hilti hui neeche aayi, par suddenly jerk hua, lights flicker. ‘Kya hua?’ woh paas aayi, haath mera pakad liya support ke liye. Uski ungliyaan soft, garam. Meri nazar uski neck par gayi, sweat ki boondein. ‘Lagta hai ruk gayi,’ maine bola, awaaz low. Woh nazrein utha kar dekha mujhe, close bahut close. Saans ki awaaz sunai de rahi thi dono ki.
‘Don’t worry, main hoon na,’ usne whisper kiya, haath nahi chhoda. Lift phir chali, par woh moment… dil zor se dhadka. Floor 1 par darwaza khula, log aane lage. Hum alag hue, par uski aankhon mein wohi darr aur excitement. Office jaate hue soch raha tha, yeh kya ho raha hai? Priya ko dhokha? Nahi na…
Dophar mein lunch break, canteen mein baitha. Phone vibrate hua, Neha ka message: ‘Lift ka woh moment… bhool nahi pa rahi.’ Maine dekha, reply type kiya ‘Main bhi.’ Send nahi kiya pehle, delete kiya. Par phir bhi bhej diya. Ab kya? Shaam ko Priya ka call aaya, ‘Late ho jaunga aaj, meeting.’ Perfect timing. Neha ka next message: ‘Aaj shaam free ho? Coffee pe milte hain society cafe mein?’
Main soch mein pad gaya. Yeh galat hai, par curiosity… uski woh aankhein, haath ka touch. Reply kiya, ‘Haan, 7 baje.’ Ab dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Ghar jaunga, Priya ko bolunga friend se mil raha hoon. Par andar jaan raha tha, yeh sirf coffee nahi hoga. Kya hoga aage? Tension badh rahi thi, har minute wait kar raha tha shaam ka.
Office nikalte hue mirror mein dekha khud ko. Normal dikhta tha, par andar storm. Neha ka flat light on thi window se dekha. Woh ready ho rahi hogi. Priya ko message: ‘Ghar aa raha hoon late.’ Usne ok bola. Ab seedha cafe. Wahan pahuncha, woh already table par baithi, smile kar rahi. Paas baitha, perfume wahi. ‘Hi,’ bola main, awaaz thodi ruk ruk ke. Woh haath table ke neeche se mera touch kiya lightly. ‘Thanks aane ke liye. Kuch baat karni thi… personal.’ Uski aankhein seedhi meri aankhon mein, pause liya usne. ‘Priya ke baare mein nahi, humare baare mein.’
Dil ruk gaya. Yeh kya keh rahi thi? Coffee order kiya, par peene ka mann nahi. Baatein shuru hui, college days, phir recent. ‘Tumhe pata hai, pehli nazar se hi notice kiya tha tujhe,’ bola usne suddenly, tone soft. Main chup, sirf dekhta raha. Uska haath ab openly mera haath par. Garam, tight grip. ‘Aman, I feel something… for you.’ Yeh bola aur nazrein jhuka li. Tension peak par, ab kya bolun? Kiss kare? Bhaag jaun? Priya ka chehra dimag mein aaya, par Neha ki saansein mehsoos ho rahi thi close hone se.
Uski baat sun kar main freeze ho gaya. Cafe ki soft lights mein uska chehra glow kar raha tha, aankhein jhuki hui par expectantly meri taraf. Haath abhi bhi mera haath par rakha tha, ungliyaan dheere se hil rahi thi. ‘Kya… kya keh rahi ho Neha?’ maine awaaz dabate hue poocha, nazar utha kar uski aankhon mein dekha. Woh wahan thi, gehri, jaise samundar mein doob jaaun. Chuppi chha gayi table par, sirf coffee cups ki halki si awaaz aur door se baar ki masti.
Woh smile ki thodi si, par nervous. ‘Pata nahi kab se… pehli baar lift mein dekha tujhe properly, tab se hi kuch alag sa mehsoos hota hai. Priya ki shaadi mein bhi notice kiya tha tujhe, par ab… itna close rehne se control nahi ho raha.’ Uski awaaz mein hesitation thi, par saaf sachchai. Main haath peechhe kheencha, dil andar hi andar lad raha tha. Priya ka chehra flash hua dimag mein – uski hansi, subah ki coffee. Par Neha ki woh nazar, body language jo invite kar rahi thi… curiosity badh rahi thi, kya galat hai ek baar feel kar lena?
‘Aman, bol na kuch,’ usne kaha, table ke neeche se pair se mera pair touch kiya accidentally jaise. Current sa daud gaya. ‘Yeh galat hai Neha. Priya… woh meri wife hai, tum uski dost.’ Bola main, par awaaz mein conviction nahi tha. Woh sirf dekhti rahi, eye contact na tooti. Seconds lage jaise ghante, phir boli, ‘Pata hai. Par feelings ko rok nahi sakte na? Sirf baat kar le aaj, promise.’ Usne haath badhaya, mera phir pakda. Garam, soft. Main utha nahi, baitha raha.
Coffee khatam hui, bill pay kiya maine. Bahar nikalte hue society ki raah pakdi. Raat ke 8 baj rahe the, lights dim, log ghar ja rahe. ‘Chal, thoda walk karte hain,’ boli woh, mera haath lightly pakad liya jaise dosts karte hain. Par woh grip… tight thi. Hum chalte rahe, baatein chhoti – mausam, office ka stress. Par har do kadam mein chuppi, jismein sirf saansein sunai deti. Ek baar sadak par pothole aaya, woh girne wali hui, maine pakad liya kamar se. Uski body mere against press ho gayi second ke liye. ‘Sorry,’ boli, par door nahi hui turant. Meri ungliyaan uski kamar par mehsoos kar rahi thi curve, dil dhadka.
Uski building pahunche. ‘Uppar chal na, chai banati hoon,’ boli casually, par aankhon mein wohi spark. Main hesitate kiya, phone check kiya – Priya ka message: ‘Ok, take care.’ Perfect. ‘Thik hai, 15 minute,’ bola main. Lift mein phir wahi – sirf hum dono. Is baar lights stable, par tension thick. Woh paas khadi, perfume ki khushboo, baal ka ek tukda mere haath ko touch kar gaya. Eye contact hua mirror mein, smile di maine. Woh blush ki.
Usk flat mein enter hue, cozy tha – dim lamps, sofa soft, balcony se city lights. ‘Baith,’ boli, kitchen ki taraf gayi. Main sofa par baitha, legs stretch kiye, andar soch raha – yeh kyun kar raha hoon? Par excitement… uncontrollable. Chai aayi, saath baith gayi, bahut close. ‘Priya ko pata chal gaya toh?’ poocha main suddenly. Woh cup neeche rakha, mera haath pakda. ‘Nahi hoga. Yeh sirf humara secret.’ Awaz low, intimate. Chuppi phir, is baar haath mein haath daale.
‘Neha, main bhi feel karta hoon… kuch,’ admit kiya main finally. Emotional peak wahi tha – realization ki yeh sirf attraction nahi, connection tha. College days ki baatein, shared laughs with Priya, par ab yeh nayi spark. Usne nazrein uthayi, close aayi. Saans meri uske chehre par lagi. ‘Really?’ whisper kiya. Main sirf haan mein sir hila diya. Phir… hothon ka touch, soft, hesitant pehle. Kiss gehra hua, haath uske baalon mein, uska mera collar pakad.
Sofa par hi shift hue, bodies close. Kapde dheere dheere hatne lage – uski top ka button, mera shirt. Skin ka touch electric, har jagah exploration. Uski saansein tezz, meri bhi. Hum ek doosre mein kho gaye, movements slow, rhythmic. Uski body mera wrap kar rahi thi, waves of warmth badh rahi thi andar. Har push-pull mein pleasure build ho raha, hesitation bhool gayi. Eyes lock rahe, moans soft whispers mein. Peak par pahunche saath, bodies tremble karte hue, ultimate release – satisfying, intense, jaise saari tension melt ho gayi.
Baad mein, bed par let gaye, sweat ki layer, saansein normal hone lagi. Uska sir mere seene par, haath circle bana raha. ‘Yeh… amazing tha,’ boli woh, voice content. Main chup, Priya ka guilt aaya thoda, par yeh pleasure… addictive. ‘Ab kya?’ socha main andar. Phone vibrate hua – Priya ka call, ignore kiya. Neha uthi, kiss kiya forehead par. ‘Jaa, late ho raha.’
Ghar jaate hue lift mein akela, mirror mein dekha – changed? Society gate par Priya ka message: ‘Ghar aa gaya?’ Reply kiya, ‘Haan, abhi.’ Par dil mein curiosity – kal phir? Neha ka ek message: ‘Miss you already. Repeat? 😘’ Satisfying pleasure tha, par yeh affair ab shuru ho chuka tha. Kya hoga aage, Priya ko shak? Ya yeh secret chalega? Tension ab nahi khatam hui, nayi shuru hui.