Us raat
Bujji ne phone side mein rakha
par neend usse door bhaag rahi thi.
Message pop hua.
“Soyegi ya meri baaton ke baare mein sochegi?”
Bujji smile karte hue type karti hai:
“Tumne jo kaha na…
‘sirf mera haq’
woh line repeat ho rahi hai dimaag mein.”
North Boi thoda soft ho gaya.‘sirf mera haq’
woh line repeat ho rahi hai dimaag mein.”
Jealous tone gayab.
Sirf honesty bachi.
“Bujji…Sirf honesty bachi.
main jealous isliye nahi hota
kyunki mujhe darr hai tum kisi aur ko pasand kar logi…
main isliye hota hoon
kyunki tum important ho.”
Bujji ka dil ekdum se heavy + warm.
She replied slowly:
“Tumhe pata hai…
jab tum possessive hote ho na
mujhe safe feel hota hai.”
North Boi paused.kyunki mujhe darr hai tum kisi aur ko pasand kar logi…
main isliye hota hoon
kyunki tum important ho.”
Bujji ka dil ekdum se heavy + warm.
She replied slowly:
“Tumhe pata hai…
jab tum possessive hote ho na
mujhe safe feel hota hai.”
Phir ek simple sa message:
“Good.
Kyuki tum meri ho
aur main tumhara hoon.”
No drama.
No overacting.
Bas ek quiet certainty.
Bujji ne last text bheja:
“Good night… hero of my picture
”
North Boi ka reply aaya:
“Good night…
meri poori kahaani.”
Aur us raat
dono so gaye
ek dusre ke dil mein
thoda aur gehra ghar bana ke