“Kittu….”
“Usne bataya hoga na ki sabhi admi suar hain, aur tum sirf ek ladki par hi bharosa kar sakti ho, khaskar us par, hai na? Aur ye bhi ki sab kuch us par depend karta hai, aur tum bilkul thik rahogi kyuki wo tumhe pyar karti hai, aur tum us par trust kar sakti hai, aur wo tumhara khayal rakhegi?”
“Kat…”
“Wo khud yahi manti hogi. Ek lesbian wo bhi shelter me kaam karti hui? Main samjh sakti hun ki uska perspective kaise change hua hoga. Wo khud me real lesbian nahi hogi, shayad tumhari tarah hi kisi ne use bhi jyada hi pareshan kiya hoga, apni tarah hi chize dikhane ki kosis ki hogi, jaisi tumhare sath ki gayi-”
“NITIIIIIIIIII!! Shut up, bhagwan ke liye pleaseeeee! Band karo! Mujhe yaad hai okay!!”
Uske ek dum se chikhne se main to uchhal hi padi. Maine sach me is baar limit cross kar di thi. Shayad had se jyada hi. Mera dil teji se dhak bola, aur mujhe samajh aaya ki maine kya kar diya hai aur ab main kya karun, tab tak Jiya ne ek dum se side me car rok di thi. Usne engine band kiya aur chupchap dusri or khidki me dekhne lagi.
“Jiya,…Oh, please, I’m so sorry. Mujhe nahi pata mujhe kya ho gaya tha. Maine ye baatein kahi bhi kaise. Please mujhe maaf kar do. Oh, please,..”
Maine wahi rona shuru kar diya.
“Jiya, p-please ek baar meri or dekho to sahi?”
Ek second baad, wo mudi aur meri or gusse se dekhne lagi.
“S-so sorry. Mera matlab tha,…please mujhe maaf kar do. Bhagwan ki kasam, main kabhi, kabhi bhi aisa kuch nahi karungi, please mujhe maaf kar do?” main hath jodte hue maafi mangne lagi thi, aur mera pura chehra aasuo se bhig gaya tha.
Wo kuch der mujhe dekhti rahi fir niche dekhne lagi. .Uske expression clear ho rahe the lekin abhi bhi usne kuch nahi kaha.
“Main,… mujhe koi haq nahi tha kehne ka. Main pagal thi aur aur…pata nahi thodi chinta me…kya keh gayi…oh, Jiya, p-please, I’m sorry. So sorry!” rote rote meri hichkiyan bandhne lagi thi.
Wo paas aayi aur mere gale me baahein daal di, kehne lagi,”It’s alright, babes, main maaf kar diya.”
“Lekin ab tum..tum soch rahi hogi, ki mujhe wo baatein nahi batani chahiye thi,” maine ladkhadati juban se kaha, mujhe itna bura lag raha tha apne bare me. Bevkoofi me maine apni pyari Jiya ko jane kya kya keh diya. Main soch kya rahi thi?
“Nahi, baby. Idhar aao, sab thik hai. Dekho, meri taraf.”
Maine kasi bhi subakte hue uski najro me dekha.
“Sab thik hai. Okay. Wo bas,…wo thoda bura waqt tha jo beet gaya. Ab sochne se to kuch hoga nahi.”
“Nahi, aur I promise, main kabhi is bare me baat nahi karungi.”
Usne is bare me kuch der socha fir halke se sad smile pass kar di,”Um,…dekho, chhod dete hain is baat ko, okay?”
Maine haan me sir hila diya.
“Aur ye jo tumhare man me dar hai mujhe hurt karne ka…iske bare me itna mat socho. Kya hoga aur kya hua tha is par hamara bas nahi chalta. To sochna bekar hai. Agar bahut tention ho to hum log fir dhang se baat karenge, lekin abhi nahi, okay?”
“Alright.”
“Is weekend.”
“Is weekend,” maine apni sabse sincere wali smile dete hue kaha.
Jab main ghar pahuchi to Daddy wahin couch par hi so rahe the, pair coffee table par rakhe hue.
“Daddy,..” maine pyar se kaha aur unko hatho se hilaya. “Daddy, utho, aap yahan nahi so sakte.”
“Hmm? Uhh,…Hey, kittu. Ahhh, fuck,” gardan idhar udhar karte hue unhone kaha.
“Agar main serial killer hoti,..to aap ab tak jinda nahi hote.”
“Heh-ow.”
Couch par ajib tarike se sone se unka sareer akad gaya tha.
Maine remote se tv band kiya to wo bole,”Leke chalo mujhe.”
“Oh sure. But main utni acchi shape me nahi hun. Come on, main aaj apke sath sone wali hun.”
“Acha?”
“Haan, aur koi ajib harqat nahi. Aaj late ho gaya aur main nahi chahti ki kal aap late ho jao.”
“Num, num, num.”
Kisi bhi halat me main aaj akele nahi sone wali thi. Mujhe itna bura lag raha tha. Ab main 5 ghante baad apne room me ye likh rahi hun.
Daddy ke sath jagne ki feeling hi alag hai. Unke sath chain ki neend aayi jabki main itne tention me thi. Main ache se naha ke unke liye achi si dress pehen ke jaungi. Fir ek achi bivi ki tarah unke liye badhiya sa nashta aur lunch pack kar dunga. I’m so happy ki hum dono ek dusre ke liye available hain.