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Suhagrat Bani Saja Amrita ne Amit ko suhagrat ki raat Bistart se dhakel diya aur sab kuchh badal gaya

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Amit ek software engineer tha. Uski height, uski charming smile aur doston se baat karne ka andaaz use naturally sabka favourite bana deta tha. Office me bhi log uske saath time spend karna pasand karte the, aur society ke har event me wo center of attention hota tha.

Par ghar lautne ke baad Amit ki duniya bilkul alag thi. Us ghar me sirf do log rehte the—Amit aur uski chhoti behen Ankita. Maa-baap ke guzar jaane ke baad dono ek-dusre ke liye hi sab kuchh ban gaye the.

Age ka zyada difference na hone ki wajah se Amit aur Ankita sirf bhai-behen hi nahi, balki ek best friend ki tarah the. Amit apne chhote-se chhote secret—office ki gossip, apni stupid si girlfriend ki complaints, ya apne fun wale shauk—sab kuch Ankita ko bata deta tha. Aur Ankita bhi bina jhijhak apni har baat, chhoti-badi tension, crushes, shopping ke plans aur apni pagal harkate usse share karti.

Kabhi Amit Ankita ko chidhata, kabhi Ankita Amit ki mazaak uda deti. Har jagah unka laughter ghoomta tha. Unka ghar chhota tha, lekin unki duniya us ghar me poori thi.

Amit waise to apni har baat Ankita se share karta tha—office ki gossip, apni girlfriend ki stupid harkate, ya apni chhoti-moti galtiyaan. Lekin ek baat aisi thi jo usne kabhi kisi ko nahi batayi… na apni behen ko, na apne doston ko.

Amit ke paas laptop aur internet college ke time se hi tha. Jab kabhi wo bore hota, toh random websites scroll karne lagta. Isi searching me ek din uski nazar ek alag si website par padi—beingfaltu.blogspot.com.

Wahan usne pehli baar woh kahaniyaan padhi jo aam zindagi me shayad koi soch bhi na paye—bondage, crossdressing aur ajeeb si fantasies se bhari hui kahaniyaan. Aur unhi kahaniyon ko padhte-padhte uske dil me ek chhupi si ichchha jag gayi.

Wo sochta tha, “Shaadi ke baad main apni biwi ke saath bhi aise hi khel khelunga. Usse chidhayunga, kabhi bandhne ka drama karunga, aur phir maze karenge jaise in stories me likha hota hai.”

Ye ichchha uske liye sirf ek fantasy thi—jo sirf uske laptop ki screen aur dimaag tak seemit thi. Bahar ke world me Amit hamesha wahi perfect, responsible ladka tha jo apni behen ke saath hasi-mazaak karta aur society me sabse acche se milta.

Par ek aur reality thi jo Amit ke andar chhupi thi. Wo anath tha. Maa-baap ki kami usne bachpan se hi jheli thi. Padhai me hamesha aage raha, kyunki usse pata tha ki zimmedari ka bojh uske kandho par hi hai. Lekin isi bojh ne uski personal life ko ek ajeeb si blankness de di thi.

Rishtedaaron se distance tha, isliye shaadi ki baatein karne wala bhi koi nahi tha. Aur Amit khud kabhi kisi ladki se aise casually mil nahi pata tha. Dosti, girlfriend banana, ya apne dil ki baat kisi ladki ko kehna—ye sab uski zindagi ka hissa kabhi bana hi nahi.

Bas uski chhupi ichchha thi jo kahaniyon ke saath zinda rehti thi… aur uske mann ke ek kone me chup chap jagah banaye rakhti thi.

Office se nikal kar Amit aaj thoda thaka hua tha. Baarish ka mausam tha, hawa me nami thi aur asmaan me kali ghata chhayi hui thi. Raste par chalte hue uski nazar achanak ek bike par gayi.

Bike ek budhe aadmi chala rahe the, aur piche baithi ek ladki ne Amit ki saari duniya pal bhar me badal di.

Uska naam baad me Amit ko pata chala — Amrita.

Kali dress me wo ek dum apsara lag rahi thi. Uski aankhon me gahra kajal, lambi palke, naak me chhoti si nose pin, aur kaanon me jhumke chamak rahe the. Uske lambi kale baal kandhon se neeche gir rahe the, aur ungliyon par kali nail paint ki chamak thi. Hath-pair lambe aur sundar, pairon me high heels jo har baar bike ke झटके ke sath halki si khanak kar rahe the. Hath ki mehendi abhi nayi lag rahi thi, jaise kisi ne pyaar se banayi ho.

Amit pal bhar ke liye usi ki taraf dekhte reh gaya. Dil me bas ek hi dua nikli —thoda sa majakiya andaj me filmi dialoge ki tarah bola.
“Ya Allah, kaash koi chamatkar ho jaye… aur ye ladki meri zindagi ka hissa ban jaye… meri biwi ban jaye.” usne ye dua majak me hi ki thi.

Lekin zindagi ka asli chamatkar kabhi aasaan nahi hota.

Tabhi achanak asmaan me garaj ke sath bijli chamki, aur tez baarish shuru ho gayi. Raste par pani bharne laga. Us budhe aadmi ka balance bike par bigad gaya… aur ek hi pal me sab ulat gaya.

Bike phisal kar zameen par gir gayi. Amit ke samajhne se pehle hi ek tez truck ne unke kareeb se guzar kar ek bhayanak manzar bana diya. Budhe aadmi ka sar truck ke niche aa chuka tha.

Sab kuch khoon aur cheekhon me badal gaya.

Amrita khud zameen par chot kha kar gir chuki thi. Uske kapde geele, chehre par dard aur aankhon me darr tha. Lekin uski saansen chal rahi thi.

Amit bina soche samjhe daud kar uske paas gaya. Usne Amrita ko apni baahon me uthaya, uski aankhon me dekh kar bas ek hi baat kahi —
“Tumhe kuchh nahi hoga. Main hoon na.”

Usne turant ek auto roka aur usse hospital le gaya. Doctors ne turant treatment shuru kiya. Kuch ghante ki tension ke baad finally news aayi — Amrita ki jaan bach gayi thi.

Lekin uske papa… nahi bache.

Wo raat sirf Amrita ki zindagi nahi, Amit ki zindagi bhi hamesha ke liye badal gayi thi.

Hospital ke us raat ke baad Amit jaanta tha ki Amrita ko ab sabse zyada kisi ki zarurat hai… to wo uske saath hi bana raha. Papa ki antim kriya se lekar ghar ke chhote-bade kaam tak, Amit ne sab kuch apne kandhe par le liya.

Antim sanskar ke samay Amrita akele khadi ro rahi thi. Rishte ke naam par ab uske paas koi nahi bacha tha. Maa toh pehle hi guzar chuki thi, aur ab papa bhi chale gaye the. Uski aankhon me jo akelapan tha, usne Amit ka dil tod diya.

Us din Amit ne ek baat samajh li — Amrita ab anath hai.

Aur shayad is duniya me sabse bura hota hai, ek ladki ka bina sahare akela reh jaana.

Samay dheere-dheere beeta. Amit ne Amrita ko kabhi akela mehsoos nahi hone diya. Kabhi usse coffee shop le jata, kabhi random long drive. Kabhi bas ghar aakar uske saath baithkar shaant baatein karna hi kaafi hota tha.

Amit jaanta tha ki Amrita ko financial security ki bhi zarurat hai. Usne apne office me contacts lagaye, interview fix karwaya… aur ek din Amrita ko ek acchi job mil gayi. Amrita ke chehre par jo muskaan aayi thi, us din Amit ko laga ki uski mehnat safal ho gayi.

Dosti ke beech me kabhi-kabhi halki si nazar mil jaati thi, jo kuch aur keh jaati thi. Kabhi late night phone calls ek dusre ke dil ke raaz khol deti thi. Amit ab Amrita ko sirf ek dost ke roop me nahi dekh pata tha… aur shayad Amrita bhi wahi feel kar rahi thi.

Aur phir ek din, sab kuch badal gaya.

Ek shaam Amrita ne Amit ko apne ghar bulaya. Bahar tez baarish ho rahi thi, aur usne Amit ke samne aankhon me aansuon ke sath kaha —
“Amit, tumne mere sabse bura waqt me mera sath diya. Tumne mujhe sambhala jab meri zindagi bikhar rahi thi. Tum mere liye sirf dost nahi ho… tum meri duniya ho. Kya tum mujhse shaadi karoge?”

Amit ek pal ke liye khamosh reh gaya. Ye wahi ladki thi jise usne pehli baar road par dekha tha aur dil hi dil me dua maangi thi ki “Kaash ye meri biwi ban jaye.”

Aur aaj… vohi dua sach ban rahi thi.

Amit ki aankhon me khushi ke aansu aa gaye. Usne Amrita ka haath pakad kar bas itna kaha —
“Haan, Amrita. Main tumse hamesha pyaar karta rahunga.”

Aur kuch mahine baad, dono ki shaadi ho gayi.

Mandap me jab Amrita sindoor aur mangalsutra me Amit ki dulhan ban kar uske paas aayi, to Amit ko laga ki zindagi ne use sabse badi blessing de di hai.

Shaadi ke baad kuch din ki rasmein khatam hui, aur ab Amrita apna kiraye ka ghar chhod kar Amit ke ghar aa chuki thi. Ghar me bas Amit aur uski chhoti behen Ankita the. Ankita ne apni taraf se jitna ho saka, nayi bhabhi ke liye rasmein nibhayi.

Aur aaj… wo raat thi jiska intezaar har nayi dulhan aur dulhe ko hota hai — Suhaagrat.

Ankita ne apni jankari aur chhoti chhoti tricks se kamra sajaya tha. Bed par laal gulabon ke phool bikhe hue the, kamre me agarbatti ki khushboo thi aur halki si roshni me sab kuch aur bhi khoobsurat lag raha tha.

Bed par baithi thi Amrita — apne shadi ke jode me, maang me gehra sindoor, haathon me mehendi ke upar laal chudiyaon ki khanak, pairon me payal aur kamar me kamarbandh ki halki si jhanak. Naak me badi si nath, aur sir par ghunghat, usse aur bhi sharmili aur khubsurat bana raha tha.

Uske haathon me doodh ka glass tha. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, aur aankhon me ajeeb si ghabrahat.

Tabhi darwaza khula aur Amit andar aaya. Uske chehre par pyaar aur excitement dono thi. Usne dheere se Amrita ke haath se doodh ka glass liya. Phir Amrita ne Amit ke mazaak me pair chhuye — jaise parampara hoti hai — aur Amrita sharma kar muskura di.

Amit ne bed par baith kar Amrita ka ghunghat uthaya. Uski aankhon me jhilmil aasu, uski khubsurat shakal ko aur bhi masoom bana rahe the. Amit uske kareeb jhuk kar uske hothon par kiss karne ja hi raha tha ki—

Amrita ke aansu behne lage. Aur achanak, usne Amit ko zor se dhakka diya.

Amit bed se gir kar neeche aa gaya. Ek pal ke liye use kuch samajh hi nahi aaya.

Wo sambhal kar utha aur hairani se Amrita ko dekha.

“Amrita… ye kya? Tum ro kyun rahi ho? Tumne mujhe dhakka kyun diya?”

Amrita dono haath jod kar bistar par baithi thi, aankhon me dard aur darr dono tha. Uske hoth kanp rahe the, jaise wo kuch kehna chah rahi ho… par shabd uske gale me atak gaye.

Amrita zor–zor se ro rahi thi. Amit ne use apne paas bitha kar sambhala, aur pyaar se uske aansu ponchhe.

"Amrita… please ro mat. Main samajh sakta hoon. Tum abhi–abhi itne bade accident aur papa ke khone ke dukh se guzri ho. Shayad jab maine tumhe paas khinchna chaha, to tumhare dimaag me wahi manzar aa gaya hoga. Koi baat nahi… tum bas aaram karo."

Amrita ne aankh pochhte hue sharmindagi se kaha, "Sorry Amit… maine tumhe dhakka diya, mujhe nahi karna chahiye tha. Mujhe darr lag gaya tha… mujhe laga main fir se sab kuch kho dungi."

Amit muskara kar bola, "Bas, ab aur kuch mat socho. Tum thak gayi ho shaadi ke sab kaam se. Hum family planning aur yeh sab baad me sochenge. Abhi bas tum chain se so jao."

Aur us raat dono ne bas ek–dusre ka haath pakad kar aankh band kar li.

Par agle din… aur uske baad har raat bhi wahi hua.

Din bhar Amit aur Amrita ek ideal couple ki tarah behave karte. Kabhi coffee date, kabhi long drive, kabhi Ankita ke saath shopping. Ghar me mazaaq, hasi–thitholi, romantic baatein — sab kuch perfect tha. Ankita ko to Amrita ek bhabhi ke roop me nahi, balki ek pyari saheli ke roop me mil gayi thi. Teenon ki choti si duniya khushiyon se bhari lagti thi.

Lekin jaise hi raat hoti, aur Amit apni dulhan ke kareeb aata… Amrita ki aankhon me darr ke aansu aa jaate. Wo cheekh padti, Amit ko door dhakel deti, aur bistar ka poora mood bigad jata.

Amit samajhta tha — trauma waqt leta hai. Usne khud ko samjhaya. Lekin mahine nikal gaye, aur har din apni suhaagrat ki ichchha ko daba kar sona ab uske liye mushkil hota ja raha tha.

Dino me pyaar aur izzat thi… lekin raat me Amit ke dil me ek adhoori si jalan bhar jaati thi.

Aakhir ek raat, frustration ke saath usne fir se laptop uthaya. Aur usi purani duniya me laut gaya —
beingfaltu.blogspot.com

Wohi kahaniyan… bondage, crossdressing, fantasies… jinhe wo shaadi se pehle chhup–chhup kar padhta tha. Ab wo phir se Amrita se chhupakar padhne laga. Har baar history delete kar deta, taaki Amrita kuch na jaan sake.

Amrita ko andaza ho raha tha. Usse accha to nahi lagta tha, lekin wo apne dil pe pathar rakh leti. Uske dimaag me ek hi sawaal tha — “Jab main apne pati ko khush hi nahi kar pa rahi… to main usse kaise rok sakti hoon un kahaniyon me khushiyan dhoondhne se?”

Par ye chhup–chhup kar chalne wali aadat, unke rishton ke beech dheere–dheere doori banane lagi thi.

Unke vyavhaar me woh halka sa farq Ankita ne bhi mehsoos kiya. Wo notice karti thi ki bhai aur bhabhi din me toh bilkul normal hain, lekin unki aankhon ke kone me ek ajeeb si khamoshi chipi hoti hai. Lekin Ankita samajh nahi paati thi ki sawaal kisse kare… aur kyun kare.

Bahar se sab kuch perfect tha. Par andar se… kuch tootne laga tha.

6 mahine guzar gaye the. Din me har cheez theek chalti — office, khaana, Ankita ki nakhre, halki-phulki masti — par raaton ka woh khamosh dard kabhi kam nahi hua tha. Suhaagrat ki ek bhi raat dono ke liye puri nahi ho paayi thi.

Amit ka birthday aa raha tha — pehla birthday shaadi ke baad. Aise maukon par Amit aur Ankita kabhi bade dhamake se celebrate nahi karte the; chhota sa cake, thoda sa time, aur simple si khushi. Lekin Amrita ne socha ki ab Amit ko kuchh alag diya jaaye — kyunki Amit ne use kitna sambhala tha, uski life me jo jagah banayi thi, wo kuch toh special deserves karta tha. Par kya gift de, kaise surprise kare — Amrita ka dimag uljha hua tha.

Amrita ne Ankita ko bula kar poocha, “Didi , tum mere liye kuch suggestion do na — Amit ko kya doon?”

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