Hello guys, Nishi here. Sorry, bahut time baad likh rahi hu. Thank you Kamal for your comments on email. Pata hai aap log wait kar rahe the. Thank you so much for all the love for my old stories.
Naye readers ke liye intro de du. Meri age ab 30 hai. Mumbai mein rehti hu. Shaadi ko kuch saal ho gaye. Ab main offshore company ke liye work from home karti hu. Zyada load nahi rehta, to mostly ghar pe hi hoti hu. Figure abhi 34-28-36 hai.
Aur haa, bahut kuch badal gaya hai. Pehle wali slim si Nishi ab nahi rahi. Khud ki tareef karna pasand nahi, par ab body mature ho gayi hai. Curves aa gaye hai, aur sach bolu to ab main pehle se zyada attractive lagti hu. Mirror ke saamne khadi hoti hu, to khud ko dekh ke thoda naaz hota hai. Aur thodi shararat bhi. Chalo ab story pe aati hu.
Pichle saal hamne decide kiya, ghar ke upar ek aur floor banayenge. Ek bedroom, washroom, storeroom aur mera home office. Maine khud contractor Ramesh ji ke sath baith ke poora plan banaya tha, kaun sa room kahan hoga, khidki kis taraf khulegi.
Jab apna banaya hua plan aankhon ke saamne brick by brick banta hai na, to alag hi feeling aati hai. You know what I mean. Work from home hai to main ghar pe hi rehti hu. Isliye har hafte upar jaake progress check karti thi. Kabhi-kabhi sab workers ke liye chai bhi bana deti thi, aise hi, acha lagta tha.
Workers/labourers 5-6 log the. Cement ki khushbu, bricks ke dher. Dhoop mein chamakti dhool. Kisi ke chehre yaad nahi, bas kaam chal raha tha.
Ek din main aise hi upar gayi. Idhar-udhar dekhte hue aage jaa rahi thi. Geela cement tha, halka-halka dhua sa uth raha tha. Main dekhte-dekhte thoda zyada aage badh gayi.
Achanak meri kalayi pe ek pakad. Itni kass ke pakda tha, jaise ungliyan meri skin mein dhans gayi ho. Ek jhatke mein mujhe peeche kheench liya. Meri saans atak gayi, dil zor se dhadakne laga. Hath khurdara tha. Ungliyon mein cement ki dhool ghusi hui, aur pakad mein itni taakat thi ke meri kalayi pe soft skin pe uski ungliyon ke nishaan pad gaye.
Maine upar dekha. Aur pehli baar use dekha. Paseene se bheega chehra. Shirt utaar ke kaam kar raha tha, chaude kandhe, mehnat se bani hui baahein. Seene aur peeth pe paseene ki boondein chamak rahi thi.
Anil: Madam! Peeche!
Bas. Itna hi bola, aur wapas apne kaam mein lag gaya, jaise mein wahan thi hi nahi.
Main wahan khadi reh gayi. Ajeeb sa laga. Ghar ki malkin hu main, aur ek labourer ne mujhe aise daant diya. Sab ke saamne nahi, par fir bhi. Mere muh se bas nikla.
Main: S… sorry.
Mera chehra garam ho gaya tha. Sorry bolte hue bhi ajeeb lag raha tha. Par uski aankhon mein jo tha na, uske saamne “Sorry” ke alawa kuch nikla hi nahi. Aur pata nahi kyun, uske jaane ke baad bhi wo pakad mere dimaag mein ghoomti rahi. Wo kass ke pakadna. Meri kalayi pe uski ungliyon ke halke nishan. Main baar-baar apni kalayi dekh rahi thi.
Us din ke baad meri nazar uspe padne lagi. Ek din chai deke neeche aa rahi thi, to workers aapas mein baat kar rahe the.
Worker: Anil, paani la re! kya dekh raha hai?
To iska naam Anil hai. Kuch din baad problem shuru hui. Upar se malba neeche girne laga. Mera ground floor ganda rehne laga. Balcony mein cement ke tukde. Mere plants kharaab ho gaye. Maine Ramesh se aaram se kaha-
Main: Ramesh ji, thoda dhyan dijiye na. Neeche bahut mess ho raha hai.
Ramesh: Ho jayega Nishi madam. Tension mat lo, kaam chal raha hai na. Thoda bahut to rahega hi.
Kuch nahi badla. Agle hafte haal aur bura, paani ka pipe toot gaya, aangan mein keechad. Mera patience khatam ho gaya.
Main: Ramesh ji, ye kya ho raha hai?! Maine aapko pehle bhi bola tha! Neeche rehna mushkil ho gaya hai, samajh rahe ho aap?!
Sab workers kaam rok ke dekhne lage. Ramesh ko gussa aaya, aur usne sab ke saamne Anil pe chilla diya.
Ramesh: Anil! Saale, dhyan kahan rehta hai tera?! Nishi madam ko takleef ho rahi hai. Samajh mein aata hai ke nahi! Kal se roz saaf karke jana. Warna paise kaat loonga.
Anil ne ek lafz nahi kaha. Bas khada raha. Aur mujhe ghoorta raha. Uski aankhon mein saaf dikh raha tha, ye beizzati meri wajah se hui thi. Aur wo bhoolega nahi.
Us raat mujhe neend nahi aayi. Wo ghoorti hui aankhein baar-baar yaad aa rahi thi. Us din ke baad sab badal gaya. Anil ab chhupta nahi tha. Main jab bhi upar jati, wo wahin hota. Kaam karta hua, ya bas khada, aur uski nazar mujhpe. Pehle to aise dekhta tha jaise galti se nazar pad gayi ho. Ab nahi. Ab khullam khulla ghoorta tha. Upar se neeche tak. Dheere-dheere, jaise naap raha ho.
Ek din mein Ramesh se progress pe baat kar rahi thi. Mujhe laga koi dekh raha hai. Maine palat ke dekha, wo seedha mujhe dekh raha tha. Hamari aankhein mili. Usne palak tak nahi jhapkayi. Main nazrein hatta ke wapas Ramesh ki baat sunne lagi. Par mera dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Hath kaamp rahe the. You know what I mean. Ramesh bolta raha. Par mere kaan mein uski ek baat nahi gayi.
Fir to ye routine ka ho gaya. Main jab bhi upar jati, wo dekhta. Main neeche balcony mein khadi hoti, wo upar se dekhta. Kabhi-kabhi to lagta tha jaise wo mauke ki talaash mein tha. Jaise wait kar raha tha ki kab main akeli milu.
Aur sabse ajeeb baat. Mujhe bura lagna chahiye tha. Darr lagna chahiye tha. Par ek din maine notice kiya, upar jaane se pehle main mirror ke saamne ruk gayi thi. Dupatta theek kiya. Baal sambhale. Aur khud pe hassi aa gayi, ye main kya kar rahi thi? Tucche se mazdoor se darr rahi thi? Ya ek worker ke liye taiyaar ho rahi thi? Par ruk nahi paayi.
Aage ki kahani next part mein.