Mera naam Hina hai.
22 saal ki, village se city aayi hoon,
Aur abhi tak kisi ke saath physical relation nahi banaya.
Log kehte the, “Tumhari billi ki ceel abhi tak poori hai.”
Main maanti thi… lekin dil mein ek jalan thi.
Mujhe city ke ek rich family ke ghar mein nanny ka kaam mila.
Wahan sirf ek aadmi rehta tha — Arif Sahab,
38 saal ke, divorced, aur itne calm ke lagta tha jaise waqt unke haath mein ho.
Unka chhota sa beta school jaata tha,
Aur main din bhar ghar sambhalti.
Ek din, jab main bathroom saaf kar rahi thi,
Toh Arif Sahab ne darwaza khol diya.
“Sorry… maine socha koi nahi hai,” unhone kaha.
Lekin unki nazar mere tight kameez par thi,
Jahan se paseene ki wajah se meri chut ki lakeer saaf nazar aa rahi thi.
Main sharm se jhuk gayi…
Lekin us raat, jab main chhat par kapde sukha rahi thi,
Woh aaye.
“Tumhari umar mein… har ladki apni billi ki ceel khud hi tod leti hai,” unhone kaha.
“Par tum? Tumne kabhi kisi ko andar nahi diya.”
Maine kuch nahi kaha…
Lekin meri saans ruk gayi.
Unhone mujhe paani ki tanki ke peeche le jaaya…
Aur dheere se kaha:
“Agar tum chaaho… main tumhari billi ki ceel aise todoonga ke tum kabhi bhool nahi paogi.”
Maine apni aankhen band kar li…
Aur sirf itna kaha:
“Bas… dard mat dena.”
Unhone meri kameez utaari…
Phir ghaghra neeche kheench liya.
“Ah… ah… ah… umah… ah…” maine kaha, jab unhone meri chut ko chhua.
Phir unhone apna lund nikala — mota, lamba, aur bilkul taiyyar.
“Ab rukna nahi… chahe jo bhi ho,” maine kaha.
Unhone ek jhatak mein — poori tarah andar ghusa diya.
“Ah—!” main chillayi…
Pehla dard… phir ek ajeeb si khushi.
Woh aage-piche karte rahe…
Jab tak meri billi ki ceel toot gayi,
Aur mujhe laga jaise main pehli baar zinda hui hoon.
Jab sab kuch khatam hua,
Unhone meri aankhon mein dekha aur kaha:
“Ab tum sirf Hina nahi ho… ab tum ek aurat ho.”
Main muskuraayi.
Kyunki ceel tootna maut nahi hota…
Woh toh zindagi ka pehla qadam hota hai.
Aur main?
Main ab apni billi ki malik thi —