Vidya aur Diwakar Chacha ka rishta ab ek gahre, chhupe hue pyar aur vasna ka bandhan ban chuka tha. Har subah jab Manohar school ke liye ghar se nikalta, Vidya aur Chacha apne kamre mein ek doosre ke saath ghul-mil jate. Chacha ke budhe shareer mein Vidya ki jawani ek nayi roshni bhar deti thi, aur Vidya Chacha ke sparsh mein ek ajab sa sukh paati thi. Yeh silsila kayi mahinon se chalta aa raha tha, aur kisi ko kanokan khabar na thi—na Manohar ko, na kisi padosi ko. Vidya ka beta, Atharva, ab bada ho chuka tha aur usne doodh peena chhod diya tha, lekin Vidya ab bhi Chacha ko apne stanon se bandhe rakhti thi.
Ek din, Manohar ka school aadha din chhutti ho gaya. Usne socha ki ghar jaldi lautkar Vidya ko surprise dega. Vidya ko iski bhanak tak nahi thi. Us subah, jab Manohar ghar se nikla, Vidya ne Chacha ko apne kamre mein bulaya. Usne ek patli si saree pehni thi, jo uske sudol shareer ko aur nikhar rahi thi. Chacha kamre mein aaye, aur Vidya ko apni baahon mein bhar liya. “Chacha… aaj aap mujhe poori tarah se apna bana lo,” usne sharmaate hue kaha. Chacha ke dil mein ek aag bhadak uthi. Unhone Vidya ki saree ko ek jhatke mein utar diya aur uske nange shareer ko bistar par lita diya.
Vidya ke stan ab bhi bharpoor the, aur Chacha ne apna muh un par rakh diya. Unki jeebh Vidya ke nipple ke charon taraf ghoomne lagi, aur Vidya ke muh se garam siskiyan nikalne lagi, “Aah… Chacha… aur zor se…” Chacha ke haathon ne Vidya ki naram janghon ko pakda, aur woh uske shareer par chadh gaye. Vidya ki kamar hilne lagi, aur uska shareer Chacha ke sparsh se tharthara raha tha. Chacha ne Vidya ke gale ko chuma, uski janghon ko sehlaya, aur apni poori taakat se uske saath ek ho gaye. Kamre mein sirf unki saanson ki awaaz aur Vidya ki cheekhein goonj rahi thi, “Ooh… Chacha… bas… aur…” Vidya ne Chacha ko kas ke pakda, aur dono ek doosre mein kho gaye.
Tabhi darwaza khula. Manohar kamre mein dakhil hua. Uske pairon ke neeche zameen khisak gayi. Saamne ka nazara uske liye ek bura sapna tha—Vidya aur Diwakar Chacha, dono nange, ek doosre ki baahon mein lipte hue. Vidya ke stan Chacha ke muh ke paas the, aur unka shareer ek doosre se chipka hua tha. Manohar ka chehra gusse aur dard se laal ho gaya. “Yeh kya hai, Vidya?!” usne chillakar poochha. Vidya chaunk kar uthi aur jaldi se apni saree lapeti. Chacha ne bedsheet se apne shareer ko dhaka aur sharam se aankhein jhuka li.
Manohar gusse mein kamre se bahar chala gaya. Vidya uske peeche daudi aur roti hui boli, “Manohar, suno… main samjhaungi.” Ghar ke ek kone mein, Vidya ne Manohar ko rokte hue kaha, “Dekho, yeh sab bas ek zarurat se shuru hua tha. Chacha ki sehat ke liye maine unhe doodh pilaya, lekin dheere-dheere meri bhi chahat jag gayi. Main aur Chacha… hum ek doosre ke liye kuch mehsoos karte hain. Tum mujhe maaf kar do.” Manohar ka dil toot chuka tha, lekin woh chup raha. Usne socha ki shayad yeh uski galati bhi thi—usne kabhi Vidya ki chahaton ko poora dhyan nahi diya.
Lekin Vidya ki baaton ke peeche ek chhupa hua raaz tha. Yeh pyar, yeh vasna—sab ek badi chaal ka hissa tha. Vidya jaanti thi ki Diwakar Chacha ke paas kaafi jaidad thi, aur woh akela tha. Agar woh Chacha ko apne shareer se bandh leti, to unki jaidad uske aur Manohar ke haathon mein aa sakti thi. Atharva ab doodh nahi peeta tha, lekin Vidya ne ek naya plan banaya. Usne ek vaid se ek khatarnaak jadi-booti ka lotion liya, jo stanon par lagane se doodh ke saath shareer mein jata tha. Yeh lotion dheere-dheere dil ko kamzor karta tha, aur ek saal ke andar dil ka daura de deta tha—bina kisi saboot ke.