Char saal ki shadi ke baad Vidya aur Manohar ki zindagi ek nanhe bete ke aane se khushi se bhar gayi thi. Lekin is khushi ke saath ek naya rishta bhi janam le chuka tha—Vidya aur Diwakar Chacha ka rishta. Shuruat mein yeh sirf ek madad thi—Vidya ka doodh jo uska beta pura nahi peeta tha, woh Diwakar Chacha ki sehat ke liye diya jata tha. Lekin dheere-dheere, yeh doodh pilane ka silsila ek gahre, jismani aur roohani bandhan mein badal gaya.
Diwakar Chacha, 82 saal ke budhe aadmi, jo saalon se akela tha, Vidya ke shareer ke prati akarshit hone lage the. Unki patni ke guzarne ke baad unhone kabhi kisi aurat ko haath nahi lagaya tha, lekin jab se Vidya unhe apna doodh pilane lagi, unke dil mein ek nayi aag bhadak uthi thi. Vidya ke naram, bharpoor stan, uski garam saansein, aur woh sukh jo unhe har chusai ke saath milta—yeh sab unke budhe shareer mein ek nayi jawani jaga gaya tha. Vidya bhi Chacha ke prati kuch alag sa mehsoos karne lagi thi. Woh sharam, woh sankoch ab ek chhupi hui chahat mein badal chuka tha.
Ek raat, jab Vidya Chacha ko doodh pila rahi thi, kamre mein ek ajab sa sannata tha. Chacha ka muh Vidya ke stan par laga hua tha, aur unki jeebh uske nipple ke charon taraf ghoom rahi thi. Vidya ke muh se dheemi siskiyan nikal rahi thi, aur uska shareer garam ho chuka tha. Tabhi Chacha ne apna muh hataya aur Vidya ki aankhon mein dekhte hue dheere se bola, “Beta… Vidya… main budha ho chuka hoon. Saalon se maine kisi aurat ko chhua nahi. Par jab se tumne mujhe apna doodh pilana shuru kiya, mere dil mein ek vasna jag gayi hai. Tumhara yeh shareer, tumhari yeh jawani… main tumhe paana chahta hoon, Vidya. Tumhe raat bhar apni baahon mein bhar ke pyar karna chahta hoon. Agar yeh baat tumhe buri lagi, to mujhe bol do. Main dobara tumhe apna chehra nahi dikhaunga.”
Vidya chaunk gayi. Chacha ki aankhon mein sharam, darr, aur ek gahri chahat saaf dikh rahi thi. Uske dil mein ek taraf taras utha—Chacha ki udaasi, unki akelapan, unki budhaape ki bechaini. Lekin doosri taraf, uske andar bhi to kuch tha. Har baar jab Chacha uske stan ko chuste, uske shareer mein ek aag si bhadakti thi. Woh bhi to unke sparsh ko tarasne lagi thi. Usne dheere se Chacha ka haath pakda aur boli, “Chacha… aap mere liye baap jaise hain, lekin main bhi to insaan hoon. Jab aap mujhe chhute hain, mera dil bhi kuch mehsoos karta hai. Agar yeh hum dono ke beech rahe, to shayad yeh galat nahi.”
Yeh baat dono ke beech ek naye rishte ki shuruat thi. Manohar jaise ki ek school principal tha aur subah ghar se nikal jata tha. Ghar mein sirf Vidya, uska nanha beta, aur Diwakar Chacha reh jate the. Beta to abhi naadan tha, use kuch samajh nahi aata tha. Vidya aur Chacha ne faisla kiya ki jab Manohar ghar se baahar ho, woh apni chahat ko poora karenge—chupke se, kisi ko khabar na ho.
Ek subah, jab Manohar school ke liye nikal gaya, Vidya ne apne bete ko god mein sulaya aur Chacha ko apne kamre mein bulaya. Usne ek patli si saree pehni thi, jo uske naram, sudol shareer ko aur nikhar rahi thi. Chacha kamre mein aaye, unke haath kaanp rahe the, lekin aankhon mein ek chamak thi. Vidya ne apni saree ka pallu dheere se giraya aur Chacha ke paas aayi. Usne Chacha ka haath apne stan par rakha aur boli, “Chacha… aaj doodh nahi, mujhe poora paa lijiye.”