Chapter 1: Pehli Chingaari
Laiba apne kamre mein baithi thi, mirror ke saamne apne baal sanwaar rahi thi jab Mama ne darwaza khola. Unki aankhon mein wohi ajeeb si chamak thi jo Laiba ko hamesha se pareshan karti thi. 'Laiba, beta, Baba abhi kaam se waapas aaye hain. Thak gaye honge. Jao, unhe thoda relax kar do,' Mama ne muskurate hue kaha, unki awaaz mein ek sazishi lehja chhupa tha.
Laiba ne ghoor kar dekha, apne haath mein brush rakhte hue. 'Mama, yeh har baar ki baat hai. Main kyun? Aap kyun nahi jaati?' usne sakht lehje mein poocha.
Mama ne hans diya, apne haath Laiba ke kandhe par rakhte hue. 'Arre, beta, main toh bas tum dono ko khush dekhna chahti hoon. Baba ko tumse zyada sukoon milta hai. Jao na, woh shower mein hain. Saath nahao, thoda maza karo.'
Laiba ne aankhein band kar li, gusse se uska chehra laal ho gaya. 'Yeh ghalat hai, Mama. Aap ko sharam nahi aati?' usne dant diya.
Mama ne uski baat ko hawa mein uda diya. 'Sharam? Yeh toh ghar ka raaz hai, beta. Chal, jaldi se ja. Baba intezaar kar rahe honge.'
Laiba ne aakhir mein haar maan li, lekin uske andar ek aag jal rahi thi. Woh Baba ke bedroom ki taraf chali gayi, jahan se shower ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Darwaza khula tha, aur steam se bhara bathroom uske saamne tha. Baba andar nahate hue the, unka mazboot jism pani ke neeche chamak raha tha. Laiba ne ek lambi saans li, apne kapde utaarne se pehle socha, 'Yeh meri marzi nahi, lekin main isse apne control mein rakhungi.'
Woh bathroom mein dakhil hui, aur Baba ne usse dekhte hi muskuraya. 'Aagayi meri rani? Main toh bas tumhara intezaar kar raha tha,' unhone kaha, unki awaaz mein ek gandi khushi jhalak rahi thi.
Laiba ne sard muskurahat di. 'Baba, yeh sab Mama ki wajah se hai. Lekin suno, main yahan apni sharton par hoon. Samjhe?' usne sakhti se kaha, apne kapde utaar kar side mein rakh diye.
Baba ne hans diya, pani ke neeche khade hue. 'Arre, meri beti kitni tez hai. Aao, yahan dekho, main kitna hard ho chuka hoon bas tumhe soch kar.'
Laiba ne unki taraf dekha, aur uske chehre par ek nakli muskan aayi. 'Acha? Toh dekhte hain aap kitne der tak yeh hard reh sakte hain,' usne tanz kiya, aur shower ke neeche unke paas khadi ho gayi. Pani uske jism par girne laga, uski skin chamakne lagi. Baba ne uske kamar ko pakda, lekin Laiba ne unka haath hata diya. 'Jaldi mat karo, Baba. Main yahan apne rules se khelungi,' usne kaha, uski aankhon mein ek chingaari jal rahi thi.
Woh dono pani ke neeche khade the, unke jism ek doosre ke qareeb aate ja rahe the. Laiba ka dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, lekin woh apne aap ko control kar rahi thi. Baba ki saansein tez ho rahi thi, aur unki aankhein uske jism par thi. 'Laiba, tum kitni hot ho. Meri rani, aaj mujhe sukoon do,' unhone kaha, unki awaaz mein ek bechaini thi.
Laiba ne muskuraya, lekin uski muskurahat mein ek tezaab tha. 'Sukoon? Woh toh tab milega jab main chahungi, Baba. Abhi toh bas shuruaat hai,' usne kaha, aur unke jism ke qareeb aayi, unke chest par haath rakhte hue. Pani ke neeche unke jism garam ho rahe the, aur tension badh rahi thi. Yeh ek aisa khel tha jahan Laiba haarne wali nahi thi, chahe kuch bhi ho jaye.
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