बूढ़ा पड़ोसी और हसीन बीवी – 1
Padosi se wife ki chudai ki kahani:- Apne ghar ke saamne wale aangan mein bane bagiche mein kaam karte hue, Sania ne kuch naye kharide hue phoolon ke beej lagane ke liye kuch gaddhe khode. Apne mathe se paseena ponchte hue, woh dheere se seedhi khadi hui aur garv se apne kaam ko nihara.
Sania 25 saal ki thi. Uski lambai 5’7″ thi, uske baal lambe aur halkе sunahre the, aankhein hari thiin, aur twacha bedaag, sangmarmar jaisi gori thi. Woh ek behad khoobsurat mahila thi, jiske D-cup size ke sudol stan aur aakarshak vakra the. Sania ek bahut hi mohak mahila thi, aur woh is baat ko janti thi.
Padosi se wife ki chudai ki kahani
Jaise hi usne thoda paani piya, uska pati Raman kaam par jane ke liye taiyar ho raha tha. Woh dekhne mein ek sadharan sa aadmi tha, jiske baal bhure the aur nain-naksh bhi ekdum samanya the.
“Main kaam par ja raha hoon, honey. Main tumse aaj raat baad mein milunga,” usne apni car ki khuli khidki se kaha.
“Theek hai, main tumse baad mein milungi, sweetie,” Sania ne bas itna hi jawab diya. Unka rishta koi bahut bura nahi tha, lekin bahut accha bhi nahi tha: yeh bas bahut hi “theek-thaak” sa tha. Ismein ab woh pehle wala romanch nahi bacha tha, jaisa unki shaadi ke shuruaati dinon mein hua karta tha. Bhale hi unke rishte mein ab woh pehle jaisi chingari nahi bachi thi, phir bhi unka saath sthir aur sukhad bana hua tha; we ek shant aur vyavasthit tarike se khush the.
Jaise hi Raman gaadi lekar ghar ke raaste se bahar nikla aur chala gaya, Sania ne ek gahri saans li aur phir se apne haathon aur ghutnon ke bal neeche baith gayi. Jaise-jaise woh khudai karti rahi, achanak use kisi ki awaaz sunayi di jo usse baat kar raha tha.
“Kya gazab ka koolha hai, Miss Sharma.”
Usne jhatke se apna sir ghumaya aur dekha ki uska boodha padosi, Chaurasia, unke saajha aangan ki baad ke upar se jhaank raha hai.
Chaurasia 60 saal ka ek poorva sainik tha. Woh dekhne mein kaafi dubla-patla aur thoda nata tha. Uske sir ke baal jhad chuke the aur safed baalon ki kuch patli latein hi mushkil se bachi thiin. Woh hamesha ek polo shirt pehanta tha jise woh cargo shorts ke andar tuck karke rakhta tha, aur upar se apne navy veteran wali topi pehanta tha. Jab Sania aur Raman pehli baar Chaurasia ke pados mein rehne aaye the—lagbhag ek saal pehle.
To Sania ki apne padosi ke baare mein pehli raay yahi thi ki woh bas ek nekdil boodha aadmi hai. Lekin use jald hi pata chal gaya ki Chaurasia aisa bilkul bhi nahi tha; balki, woh to bas ek aur kamuk aur lampat boodha aadmi tha. Jab bhi Sania aangan mein kuch kaam kar rahi hoti ya apne ghar ke pichhle hisse mein bane pool mein samay bita rahi hoti, to woh aksar uske shareer ke baare mein bhadde aur uttejak comments karta tha. Uske shareer ko ghoorne ka uska andaaz hamesha itna lamba khinch jata tha ki woh bilkul bhi shaaleen nahi lagta tha.
Zahir hai, us boodhe kamene ki in anuchit tippaniyon aur ghoorne ki harkaton se Sania ko bahut ghin aati thi. Lekin samay ke saath, use iski aadat si pad gayi thi. Uske saath hone wali yeh mutbhedein ab lagbhag ek rozmarra ki baat ban gayi thiin. Sania ne yeh jaan liya tha ki agar woh uski harkaton par zyada dhyan n de ya unhe tawajjo n de, to aakhirkaar woh use akela chhod deta tha. Halaanki, haal ke dinon mein, Chaurasia apni ashleel tippaniyon ko lekar kuch zyada hi bebaak aur dheeth ho gaya tha.
“Uff, tumhare liye main ‘Mrs’ hoon, Chaurasia. Yeh shayad das lakhviin baar hai jab maine tumse kaha hai ki mujhse is tarah baat karna band karo. Yeh theek nahi hai,” usne daantte hue kaha, aur phir se baagwani karne lagi.
Chaurasia ne shararti andaaz mein thahaka lagaya.
“Kya? Main tumhari khoobsurti ki tarif bhi nahi kar sakta? Ismein mera kya kasoor ki tum itni sexy aurat ho!”
Sania ne apni hari-hari aankhein ghumayiin. Use pehle hi samajh jana chahiye tha ki use Chaurasia ki baaton mein nahi aana chahiye tha.
“Tum sirf meri ‘tarif’ nahi kar rahe ho, Chaurasia. Baat tumhare kehne ke tarike ki hai. Tum mujhse jo baatein kehte ho, we sarasar beizzati wali hoti hain, aur main ek shadishuda aurat hoon. Tum kam se kam kuch aisa to keh sakte ho jo itna… bhadkau n ho.”
“Haha, to phir tum kya chahti ho ki main tumse kya kahoon, Miss Sharma?” Chaurasia ne maze lete hue hanskar jawab diya. Sania ne jhunjhlaakar apna sir hilaya.
“Mujhe nahi pata, tum bas yeh poochh sakte ho ki mera din kaisa ja raha hai, ya bas yeh keh sakte ho ki main pyaari lag rahi hoon. Kuch bhi, koi bhi baat, siwaye us galat tarike ke jisse tum aam taur par mujhse baat karte ho,” Sania ne kaha.
Chaurasia muskuraya.
“Hmm, theek hai. Aaj tum bahut hi pyaari lag rahi ho, Miss Sharma,” us boodhe aadmi ne banavati, bade logon wale lehje mein jawab diya. Uski bhookhi-si boodhi aankhein apni sexy, jawan padosin ke lubhavne nazare ko ghoore ja rahi thiin; woh abhi bhi apne haathon aur ghutnon ke bal jhuki hui thi, aur uska pichhla hissa bade hi aakarshak andaaz mein bahar ki ore nikla hua tha. Is shandaar side-view se, woh uske jism ki har cheez dekh sakta tha.
Usne shareer se chipki hui denim shorts pehni thi jo us par ekdum fit baith rahi thi, aur saath mein ek saadi safed t-shirt. Uske baal peeche ki ore kheenchkar ek dheeli-dhali ponytail mein baandhe hue the. Chaurasia ke baat karne ke lehje se Sania ke pet mein ajeeb-si halchal hone lagi. Bhale hi usne is baar zyada sahi shabdon ka istemal kiya tha, lekin uski baatein uske rozana ke comments se zara bhi behtar nahi lag rahi thiin.
“Chaurasia, maine tumse pehle bhi kaha hai. Mujhe ‘Mrs’ kehkar bulao,” Sania ne use toka. “Hmm, dobara sochne par, mujhe lagta hai ki tum mujhe yeh bhi mat kaho to hi behtar hai. Uff, tum jo kuch bhi karte ho, woh sab galat hi lagta hai, Chaurasia. Kya tumhe zara bhi fikr nahi hoti ki tum ek shadishuda aurat se aisi baatein kar rahe ho, jiska pati abhi kuch der pehle hi yahan maujood tha?” usne use dhamkate hue kaha.
Chaurasia zor se hans pada.
“Hehe, mujhe pakka to nahi pata. Isiliye to main aisa tab karta hoon, jab woh aas-paas nahi hota. Aur, yeh dekhte hue ki usne abhi tak is baare mein mujhse koi baat nahi ki hai, mujhe lagta hai ki tumne bhi use abhi tak iske baare mein kuch nahi bataya hai. Hai na, ‘Miss’ Sharma?”
Sania ne zameen khodna band kar diya, aur apni ediyon par baith gayi; woh jhunjhlaahat bhari nazron se us boodhe aadmi ki baat par sochne lagi. Yeh sach tha ki usne abhi tak Raman se koi shikayat nahi ki thi, lekin aisa usne sirf isliye kiya tha kyunki woh koi tamasha khada nahi karna chahti thi. Isliye nahi ki yeh koi bahut bada raaz tha. Use kisi se bhi aamna-saamna karna bilkul pasand nahi tha. Iske alawa, yeh koi itni badi baat bhi nahi thi ki woh chahti ki Raman ise lekar koi bahut bada mudda bana de. Woh koi padosi-vivad shuru nahi karna chahti thi. Aur, aakhir, Chaurasia chahe kitna bhi anuchit kyun n ho, we bas kuch tippaniyan hi to thiin. Sania bas yahi chahti thi ki Chaurasia is mamle mein thoda aur accha bartav karta.
“Uff, bas chup ho jao, Chaurasia,” usne kuch teekhepan ke saath kaha, aur apne chhote se bagiche ki mitti khodne mein phir se jut gayi. Woh jitni jaldi yahan ka kaam nipata leti, utni hi jaldi apne ghar ki suraksha mein laut pati aur is ghatiya kamene se door ho pati.
“Heh, lagta hai main galat tha! Mujhe tumhare pati ki utni chinta nahi hai. Woh aam taur par apni us office ki naukri mein bahut vyast rehta hai. Heh, aajkal ke log waise mazboot nahi hote jaise pehle hua karte the. Mere zamane mein, koi aaramdayak office ki naukriyan nahi hoti thiin jahan tum poore din kursi par baithe raho aur us sari technology ke saath jo bhi karte ho, karte raho. Hum apne haathon se kaam karte the, aur hum bahut mazboot hote the. Agar tumhara pati us zamane mein hota, to use zinda hi kha liya jata. Heh, humein har samay un communiston ki chinta karni padti thi.”
Yeh sunkar Sania ki aankhein bejaan si ho gayiin ki yeh boodha aadmi uske pati ka itni khuleaam beizzati kar raha tha. Na hi use is boodhe badmaash ki jeevan-gatha mein zara bhi dilchaspi thi.
“Zamana badal gaya hai, Chaurasia. Ateet mein jeena chhod do. Raman ka kisi office ki building mein kaam karna koi jurm nahi hai. Woh jahan hai, khush hai.”
“Hmm, asli jurm to yeh hai ki woh apni sexy patni ke saath yahan nahi hai,” Chaurasia ne palatkar kaha. “Kya tumhe is baat se jhunjhlaahat nahi hoti ki woh itne lambe samay tak kaam karta hai? Tumhe bilkul akela chhodkar?”
“Main ‘bilkul akeli’ nahi hoon. Jab main ghar par nahi hoti, to mera kaam mujhe poori tarah vyast rakhta hai,” Sania ne jawab diya, use khud bhi samajh nahi aa raha tha ki woh is baatcheet mein hissa hi kyun le rahi thi.
“Mera matlab woh nahi hai,” Chaurasia ne shararat bhare andaaz mein kaha. Khud ko rok n paane ke karan, Sania ne hairani se apni bhauhein upar uthayiin.
“Agar main tumhare pati ki jagah hota, to main kaam se jitna ho sake door rehne ki koshish karta aur tumhare saath jitna ho sake, utna samay bitata, tum kitni sexy ho.”
Sania ki aankhein hairani se chaudi ho gayiin, jab use us boodhe aadmi ki baat ka asli matlab samajh aaya.
“Chaurasia, yeh bahut ghinauna hai. Mujhe yeh baatcheet jis taraf ja rahi hai, woh bilkul pasand nahi aa rahi, aur mera ek bhi shabd aur sunne ka koi iraada nahi hai,” Sania ne gusse mein kaha, aur tezi se apne aakhiri beej zameen mein lagane lagi. Chaurasia ne Sania ko taane bhare andaaz mein dekha, jab woh apna baagwani ka kaam khatm karne ki jaldi mein thi.
“Hmm, main bhi apna beej tumhari upjau zameen mein bona chahunga…” us boodhe aadmi ne dheere se khud se kaha. “Are, Miss Sharma. Kya tumhe thodi bhi nirasha nahi hoti ki tumhara pati tumhari dekhbhal nahi karta? Tum jaisi jawan aur aakarshak aurat ko to bahut pyaar aur dular milna chahiye!”
Sania ka khoon khaul utha.
“Raman meri dekhbhal bahut acche se karta hai!” usne jhat se kaha. Chaurasia hansa aur apna sir hilaya.
“Ab to tum sarasar jhooth bol rahi ho.”
“Jhooth bolne ka kya matlab hai?” us sunahre baalon wali patni ne gusse mein jawab diya.
“Main dekhta hoon ki woh kaam se kitni der se ghar lautta hai. Woh kitna thaka hua hota hai. Yeh to ho hi nahi sakta ki woh tumhare saath pyaar kare. Mujhe pakka yakeen hai ki jaise hi woh tumhare bedroom mein ghusta hai, seedhe so jata hai.”
Sania ne apne daant bheenche. Halaanki woh us boodhe aadmi ke in behuda isharon ka virodh karna chahti thi, lekin woh sahi keh raha tha. Raman zyadatar samay kaam se bahut der se ghar lautta tha, jisse unhe pati-patni ki tarah pyaar karne ka koi mauka hi nahi milta tha. Lekin iska matlab yeh nahi tha ki Chaurasia ko usse is tarah se baat karne ki chhoot mil jaye! Lekin uski chuppi ne Chaurasia ke andaze ko aur pakka kar diya.
“Yeh to bade dukh ki baat hai,” us lampat boodhe aadmi ne bade hi chikne andaaz mein baat aage badhayi. “Tumhe to roz santushti milni chahiye.”
Sania ke man mein kai tarah ke bhav uth rahe the. Use ghin aa rahi thi, lekin saath hi, use us boodhe aadmi ki baat sunkar ajeeb si hansi bhi aa rahi thi. Kya use sach mein lagta tha ki woh koi bahut bada teesmar-khan hai?
“Accha? Aur bhala yeh kaam mere liye kaun kar sakta hai? Tum??”
Sania janti thi ki use chup hi rehna chahiye tha; usne is badtameez boodhe kamene ko pehle hi bahut zyada bhav de diya tha. Lekin woh us pal mein itni khoi hui thi ki khud ko rok nahi payi. Agar aur kuch nahi, to kam se kam woh uske ghamand ko to choor-choor kar hi degi.
Chaurasia ne shararti andaaz mein muskurate hue kaha, “Bilkul sahi.”
Sania halkе se hansi aur apna sir ghumakar us boodhe aadmi ki taraf dekha, jo abhi bhi lakdi ki baad par apna hak jatate hue jhuka hua tha.
“Tumhare jaisa boodha kutta mujhe kaise khush kar sakta hai? Mujhe yakeen hai ki tum to theek se khada bhi nahi kar paate hoge,” woh hansi. Chaurasia halkе se hansa.
“Oh, sexy. Yeh boodha kutta abhi bhi khada kar sakta hai aur perform bhi kar sakta hai. Main tumhe is baat ka bharosa dila sakta hoon.”
Sania ne apna sir hilaya aur apne kaam mein wapas lag gayi.
“Mujhe is par bahut shak hai, Chaurasia. Tum bas mujhe impress karne ke liye apni boodhi gaand se jhooth bol rahe ho. Lekin mera yakeen karo, iska ulta asar ho raha hai. Ab tum bas khud ko sharminda kar rahe ho.”
“Das inch,” Chaurasia ne seedhe-seedhe kaha. Sania ne apna sir upar uthaya aur phir se uski taraf mudi.
“Kya??” usne hairani se poocha.
“Mera land, woh das inch ka hai,” usne poore bharose ke saath dohraya. Sania ki khoobsurat hari aankhein nafrat aur hairani se badi ho gayiin.
“Yeh kya bakwas hai- tumhe mujhse aisi baatein nahi kehni chahiye! Yeh kya faltugiri hai-” Sania uski besharmi se ghabrakar chillayi.
“Ekdum pathar jaisa sakht maans, jo tumhare jaisi sexy housewife ko khush karne ke liye taiyar hai,” Chaurasia ne shekhi baghari.
“Mujhe is par bahut shak hai,” Sania avishwas se hansi.
“Jab tak tum dekh nahi logi, tab tak yakeen nahi karogi,” usne kaha.
Sania ne jhunjhlaahat mein apna sir hilaya.
“Mera yakeen karo, Chaurasia. Bhale hi tum jhooth n bol rahe ho, phir bhi main use dekhna nahi chahungi.”
Dono ke beech thodi der ke liye chuppi chha gayi. Sania muskurayi, use laga ki uski teekhi baaton se aakhirkaar woh boodha aadmi ghabra gaya hai. Ek baar phir, woh apni khudai ke kaam mein jut gayi, yeh sochkar ki woh kameena boodha aakhirkaar wahan se khisak gaya hai.
Lekin apne peeche baad se kuch sarsarahat sunkar, use ehsaas hua ki unki saajha baad ka darwaza khul aur band ho raha hai. Sania ne tezi se mudkar dekha to paya ki Chaurasia uske aangan mein khada hai.
“Are, Chaurasia! Abhi meri zameen se hat jao! Main- main security ko bula loongi!” usne dhamki di.
“Heh, nahi tum aisa nahi karogi,” Chaurasia ne beparwahi se kaha: woh phir sahi tha, Sania ka security ko bulane ka koi iraada nahi tha. Isse uske aur poore mohalle ke liye bas bahut sari museebatein khadi ho jatiin.
“Iske alawa, agar tum bula bhi leti, to bhi unke paas do padosiyon ke beech ke jhagde mein phansne se kahin zyada zaruri kaam hain, jo bas aapas mein dostana baatcheet karne ki koshish kar rahe hain.”
“Tum ek gande, boodhe lampat ho. Hamari baatcheet ab ‘dostana’ ki kisi bhi paribhasha se bahut aage nikal chuki hai,” Sania ne kaha. Jaise hi usne apni bahen modi aur ghutnon ke bal khadi hui, anjane mein uske stan bahar ki ore ubhar aaye. Uske ubhare hue stan us kami boodhe aadmi ke liye ek shandaar nazara the.
“Hmm, main manta hoon ki aur zyada baatein karne se humein kuch hasil nahi hoga. To phir kaisa rahega? Kya tum khud dekhna chahogi? Main tumhe yakeen dila sakta hoon ki tumne aisa kuch pehle kabhi nahi dekha hoga.”
Sania ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya.
“Bilkul nahi, Chaurasia. Tum jhooth bol rahe ho. Kya tumhe nahi pata ki seemayein kya hoti hain? Oh, ruko, zahir hai tumhe nahi pata.”
“Main jhooth nahi bol raha, yeh sach hai. Mera land shayad tumhare pati ke land se bhi bada hai,” Chaurasia ne poore aatmavishwas se jawab diya. Sania bas avishwas bhari muskaan ke saath yeh soch rahi thi ki yeh baatcheet unhe kahan le aayi hai.
“Raman bilkul theek hai, Chaurasia,” Sania ne palatkar jawab diya.
“Are, zyadatar auratein yahi kehti hain jab unke partner ka land bada nahi hota,” Chaurasia ne tippani ki. Sania ne us boodhe aadmi ki bhookhi nazron se bachne ke liye kali mitti ki ore aankhein sikod liin. Raman ka land Chaurasia ke daave se kuch inch chhota tha. Halaanki, isse koi fark nahi padta tha. Woh uska pati tha, aur Chaurasia bahut hi abhadr vyavhar kar raha tha.
“Bas mujhe akela chhod do, Chaurasia. Behtar yahi hoga ki hum yeh baatcheet yahin khatm kar den. Aaj ke liye maine tumhari bakwas bahut jhel li,” Sania ne gahri saans li, dheere-dheere poori oonchai tak khadi hui aur apna sir neeche jhukakar us chhote kad ke boodhe aadmi ko ghoora; uska sir Sania ki chhati se thoda hi upar tha.
Jaise hi woh wahan se jane lagi, Chaurasia ne apni dubli-patli kaya ke hisab se chaukane wali taakat se uska haath pakad liya.
“He! Mujhe chhodo!” Sania gusse se phufkari.
Chaurasia ne turant use chhod diya, aur phir ek shararti muskaan di.
“Chalo, ek shart lagate hain.”
“Ek shart?” Sania maze lete hue hansi, yeh sochkar ki kya yeh betuki baatcheet aur bhi zyada hasyaspad ho sakti hai.
“Haan, ek shart.”
“Aur is ‘shart’ mein aakhir kya shamil hoga?” us sunahre baalon wali aurat ne poocha.
“Main tumhe apna land dikhaoonga, aur agar woh das inch ka nahi hua, to main tumse hamesha ke liye us tarah baat karna band kar doonga, jis tarah main karta hoon,” us boodhe anubhavi aadmi ne samjhaya. Sania ne apni bhauhein chadha liin. Use poora yakeen tha ki Chaurasia apne aakar ke baare mein sarasar jhooth bol raha hai, lekin use ajeeb si anishchitata mehsoos hui. Woh khud ko lekar itna aashvast lag raha tha.
“Tum kya chaal chal rahe ho, Chaurasia?” Sania ne shak bhari nazron se poocha. Aaj kisi boodhe padosi ka land dekhne ka uska koi iraada nahi tha, isliye sach kahoon to yeh sab bilkul bekaar tha.
“Kuch bhi nahi. Main bas tumhe galat sabit karna chahta hoon, bas itna hi,” Chaurasia ne shant bhav se kaha, aur apni topi ka kinara upar uthaya.
“Aur agar main galat sabit hui, to phir kya?” usne kuredte hue poocha.
Chaurasia ne apni jhurriyon wali thuddi khujayi.
“Hmm, mujhe nahi pata. Phir tum galat ho jaogi, aur main sahi. Kya sauda pakka?”
Sania ko uska jawab pasand nahi aaya. Yeh kuch gadbad lag raha tha. Aisa laga jaise ismein koi chaal chhipi hai jise woh poori tarah samajh nahi pa rahi thi. Iske alawa, use to shuru mein hi is anuchit shart ke baare mein sochna bhi nahi chahiye tha. Yeh poori baat hi bewakoofi bhari thi. Lekin, uske prastav par vichar karte hue, use laga ki shayad is jokhim ke badle milne wala inaam iske layak ho sakta hai. Is lampat boodhe aadmi ko hamesha ke liye apni jaan chhodne par majboor karna na keval uske man ki shanti lautayega; use uski apni hi shekhi bhari jhoothi baaton ke liye zaleel karne ka ek aur fayda bhi tha.
“Theek hai, sauda pakka. Tumhari karkash, boodhi awaaz mere kaanon se door ho jane ke baad, mujhe aakhirkaar kuch shanti aur sukoon mil payega,” Sania ne bejhizhak hokar kaha. Chaurasia ne uski is galatfahmi par bas ek jaanboojhkar wali muskaan di.
“Lekin ek shart par,” us khoobsurat jawan patni ne aage kaha. “Yeh baat sirf hamare beech rahegi, aur sirf hamare beech, samjhe? Meri shadishuda zindagi bahut khushhaal hai, aur main ise waisa hi banaye rakhna chahti hoon.”
“Beshak, beshak. Yeh hamara chhota sa raaz hoga, sexy,” us boodhe badmaash ne jawab diya. Sania ne use hazaarviin baar khud ko is naam se pukarte sunkar naak-bhaun sikodi.
Chaurasia ka boodha dil ummeed se zoron se dhadakne laga. Khud ko itni shandaar jawan aurat ke saamne nanga karna—ek aisi aurat jise usne ab is kaam ke liye raazi kar liya tha—us boodhe kamene ke liye ek aisa mauka tha jise thukrana namumkin tha.
“Jo bhi ho.” Bhale hi yeh kaam ke din ka beech ka samay tha aur sabhi ghar baadon se ghire hue the, phir bhi Sania ne apne aas-paas nazar daudayi taaki yeh pakka kar sake ki unka koi bhi padosi unhe dekh to nahi raha hai. Lekin poori tarah se pakka karne ke liye, usne ek aur shart jod di.
“Theek hai, chalo yeh kaam mere shed mein karte hain,” usne hidayat di, bhale hi use lag raha tha ki aas-paas koi khatra nahi hai. Yeh theek nahi hota agar unka koi bhi padosi use us boodhe aadmi ke saath shed mein jate dekh leta, lekin yeh to bahut hi… yeh uske khule mein aisa karne ka jokhim uthane se kahin zyada behtar tha. Aur haan, ise samjhana bhi nishchit roop se zyada aasan tha.
Jaise hi woh Chaurasia ko apne baagwani wale shed mein le gayi, woh boodha lampat uski lambi, sexy taangon, ekdum gol koolhon aur sudol kamar ko ghoore bina n rah saka. Uski kasi hui denim jeans shorts ne uski sudol banavat ko aur bhi ubhaar diya tha. Aur un kasi hui gori taangon ko dekhkar uske land mein halchal hone lagi. Sania ko uski nazrein mehsoos ho rahi thiin, lekin woh bas apni aankhein ghumakar reh gayi. Usne iske liye haami bhari thi, isliye we dono yahan the.
Aage kya hua padhein next part mein.