Vidya har raat Chacha ko doodh pilati, aur uske nipple par yeh lotion lagati. Jab Chacha uske stan chuste, woh doodh ke saath yeh zeher bhi peete. Vidya ke liye yeh ek khel tha—Chacha ko pyar se maregi, aur unki jaidad haasil karegi. Lekin Manohar ko yeh sab batane se pehle, ek din Manohar ne Vidya se kaha, “Vidya, main Chacha ko pyar karta hoon, lekin Atharva ka bhavishya bhi to dekha hai. Agar tum aur Chacha aise hi ek doosre ke saath ho, to main bhi ismein shamil hona chahta hoon. Hum dono tumhe ek saath pyar karenge.” Vidya sharma gayi, lekin uske dil mein ek khushi bhi thi. Usne muskuraate hue kaha, “Theek hai, Manohar. Lekin mere stanon ko mat chhuna—unmein zeher hai. Woh sirf Chacha ke liye hain.” Manohar ne haan mein sar hilaya.
Us din se ek naya daur shuru hua. Har raat, jab Atharva so jata, Vidya, Manohar, aur Diwakar Chacha ek saath kamre mein band ho jate. Vidya ke shareer par dono mardon ke haath ghumte. Chacha uske stan chuste, unki jeebh Vidya ke nipple par tezi se chalti, aur Vidya ke muh se garam siskiyan nikalti, “Aah… Chacha… dheere…” Manohar Vidya ki janghon ko sehlaata, uske gale ko chumta, aur uski kamar ko apne haathon mein bhar leta. Vidya ke liye yeh ek alag hi duniya thi—ek taraf Chacha ki budhi jawani, doosri taraf Manohar ka josh. Woh dono ke beech bichhi hui thi, aur uska shareer har sparsh par tharthara raha tha.
Ek raat, teeno apne sukh mein doobe the. Chacha Vidya ke stan chus rahe the, aur Manohar uski janghon par apne honthon ko fer raha tha. Vidya ki saansein tezi se chal rahi thi, uski aankhein band thi, aur uska shareer ek toofan mein badal chuka tha. “Ooh… Chacha… Manohar… aur…” uski cheekhein kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Chacha ke muh se doodh ke saath woh zehreela lotion unke shareer mein ja raha tha, lekin unhe kuch pata nahi tha. Manohar Vidya ke pet ko chumta hua uske upar chadh gaya, aur teeno ek doosre mein kho gaye.
Chacha Vidya ke saath sambhog ke dauraan, woh kabhi protection nahi use karte the zyada anand ke liye. Vidya pills leti thi, lekin ghar ke kaam aur apne plan mein uljhi hui thi. Ek din, usne pill lena bhool gayi. Mahine guzar gaye. Ek subah, Diwakar Chacha bistar par lete hue the. Vidya unke paas baithi thi, unke stanon par lotion laga rahi thi. Chacha ne uske stan ko muh mein liya, aur tabhi unke seene mein ek teekha dard utha. Unki aankhein band hui, aur woh bistar par gir pade. Vidya chaunk gayi, “Chacha!” usne chillaya. Manohar daudkar aaya, lekin Chacha ki saans ruk chuki thi. Doctor ne kaha, “Dil ka daura pada hai. Yeh budhape ki wajah se hua.” Vidya aur Manohar chup rahe—unka plan kaamyaab ho gaya tha.
Lekin yeh khushi zyada der nahi chali. Ek hafte baad, jab Chacha ki will kholi gayi, Vidya aur Manohar ke pairon tale zameen khisak gayi. Chacha ne apni saari jaidad ek anathalay ko daan kar di thi. Ek chhota sa note bhi tha: “Vidya aur Manohar, tumne mujhe pyar diya, lekin main jaanta tha ki tumhari nazar meri jaidad par thi. Yeh anathalay ke bacchon ka haq hai.” Vidya ka chehra safed pad gaya. Manohar gusse se bola, “Yeh kya Vidya? Humne itna kuch kiya, aur kuch nahi mila?”