Delhi ki subah ek dhundli si thi, lekin Arjun ke liye, Meera ke Hauz Khas apartment mein har pal ek kaala tufaan tha. Uska jism dard se chur chur tha—swollen balls, jalte hue chest aur penis pe garam pani ke nishaan—aur uska dil ek bechain darr mein dooba hua. Meera ka control uski zindagi ban chuka tha, uski har saans uski Rani ke hukum pe chalti thi. Kal raat ka torture—uske balls ka crushing, zameen pe sote hue dard, aur subah ka garam pani ka attack—uske zehen mein ek nightmare ki tarah goonj raha tha. Lekin uska femdom junoon, ek shaitani aag, usse Meera ke kadmon mein rakhta tha. Woh ab uska permanent ghulam tha, uske ghar mein rehne wala, uske naye rules ka bandi—kapde nahi pehen sakta, bina puche na kha sakta, na pi sakta, aur har din college mein Meera ke saamne ghutno pe baithkar punishment mangna padta tha. Arjun ka dil sochta tha, “Ab kya hoga? Meera ka agla plan kya hai?” Yeh darr, yeh curiosity, uske dil ko kaat raha tha.
Meera subah college ke liye nikli, apne designer kurti aur jeans mein ek devi si, lekin usne Arjun ko ek hukum diya jo uske zehen mein ek bomb sa phata. “Aaj shaam tak tu mera ek special task pura karega,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek shaitani smile. “Mere bedroom mein ek wooden box hai, usme ek list hai. Us list ke har task ko pura kar, warna kal tera jism yeh dard bhool nahi payega.” Usne Arjun ki taraf dekha, uski red-polished nails uske chehre ke paas le jati hui, aur kaha, “Aur haan, ek bhi galti hui, toh main tujhe aisa dard dungi jo tu sapne mein bhi nahi soch sakta.” Meera chali gayi, aur Arjun akela reh gaya, uska dil darr se kaanpta hua. Wooden box? List? Kya hai usme? Yeh suspense uske dil mein ek zeher sa phail raha tha.
Arjun ne darrte hue bedroom mein kadam rakha. Wooden box bed ke neeche rakha tha, ek purana, bhari sa box jismein ek rusty lock tha. Usne box khola, aur andar ek folded paper mila, Meera ke handwriting mein likha hua. List pe teen tasks the, har ek aisa jo Arjun ke darr ko aur badha raha tha:
“Mere liye ek secret gift taiyaar kar—kuch aisa jo meri khushi badhaye, lekin tujhe sharminda kare. Shaam tak mere paas hona chahiye.”
“Ghar ke har corner ko saaf kar, lekin ek bhi cheez apni jagah se hili toh tera dard dugna hoga.”
“Ek letter likh, 500 shabd ka, ki tu mera ghulam kyun hai, aur isse chhodna kyun nahi chahta. Ek bhi shabd galat hua toh tujhe bhoolna padega khana aur pani.”
Arjun ka darr uske junoon se lad raha tha. Secret gift? Kya banaye? Ghar saaf karna toh theek tha, lekin letter? 500 shabd? Usne socha, Meera ka plan kya hai? Kya woh usse aur torture karne wali hai? Yeh curiosity uske dil ko kha rahi thi. Usne pehla task shuru kiya—secret gift. Woh nanga tha, Meera ke rule ke mutabik, aur uske paas kuch nahi tha jo gift ban sake. Usne apne college bag se ek chhoti si diary nikali, aur usme Meera ke liye ek poem likha, har line uski dominance ki taareef karti hui. Lekin sharminda karne wala? Usne apne darr ko dabaya aur diary ke cover pe apne haathon se ek drawing banayi—Meera ek queen ke roop mein, aur woh uske kadmon mein. Uska chehra sharm se laal tha, lekin usne socha, shayad yeh Meera ko pasand aaye. Kya aayega? Yeh sawal uske zehen mein ek tufaan tha.
Doosra task—ghar saaf karna—ek torture tha. Meera ka ghar perfect tha, lekin Arjun ko har corner, har shelf, har glass ko saaf karna tha, bina kisi cheez ko hilaye. Usne darrte hue kaam shuru kiya, uske swollen balls har movement mein dard de rahe the. Ek glass shelf pe rakha hua tha, aur jab usne usse saaf kiya, woh thoda sa hila. Arjun ka dil ruk gaya—kya Meera notice karegi? Kya punishment milegi? Yeh darr usse kha raha tha, lekin usne kaam jaari rakha, har pal Meera ke lautne ka intezaar.
Teesra task—letter—ek mental torture tha. Arjun ne zameen pe baithkar likhna shuru kiya, uska haath kaanpta hua. “Main tera ghulam isliye hoon kyunki tera control meri zindagi hai,” usne likha. Har shabd uske dil se nikalta tha, lekin 500 shabd pura karna ek jung thi. Usne Meera ki taareef ki, uske dard ko apnaya, lekin ek galti ho gayi—ek shabd “khushi” ki jagah “khoon” likh gaya. Jab usne dekha, uska dil dhadak utha. Kya Meera isse notice karegi? Kya yeh uski maut ka sabab banega? Yeh suspense uske dil ko kaat raha tha.
Shaam ko Meera lauti, uski presence ghar mein ek bijli si. Arjun nanga uske saamne khada tha, uska sar jhuka, gift, saaf ghar, aur letter uske haathon mein. Meera ne pehle gift dekha—diary pe drawing dekhkar woh hasi, lekin uski hasi mein ek cruel edge tha. “Yeh sharminda karta hai, lekin kafi nahi,” usne kaha, aur diary side mein rakhi. Phir usne ghar dekha, uski ungli ek shelf pe phiri, aur woh ruk gayi—glass hila hua tha. Arjun ka dil ruk gaya. Meera ne uski taraf dekha, uski aankhein ek shikari si, aur kaha, “Tune rule toda.” Arjun ro raha tha, “Sorry, Ma’am,” lekin Meera ne kuch nahi kaha, bas ek smile di jo uske dil ko chhed gayi.
Letter padha gaya, aur Meera ne “khoon” shabd dekha. Usne paper zameen pe phenka aur kaha, “Tune teen galtiyan ki—gift kafi nahi, glass hila, aur yeh shabd. Ab tera dard tujhe yaad dilayega ki tu mera hai.” Usne Arjun ko ghutno pe baithne ko kaha, aur apne purse se ek chhota sa leather whip nikala. Arjun ka dil darr se kaanp gaya—whip? Yeh kya hai? Meera ne whip ko haath mein thama, uski awaaz dheere si, “Yeh tera pehla taste hai. Lekin pehle, ek surprise.” Usne Arjun ke haathon ko peeche bandh diya, ek scarf se, aur uske muh mein ek cloth daal diya, taaki uski cheekhein dab jaye. Phir usne apne phone pe ek timer set kiya—10 minute. “Agar tu isse seh le, toh tujhe ek reward milega. Agar nahi, toh kal tera jism yeh bhool nahi payega.”
Meera ne whip se pehla waar kiya, Arjun ke chest pe, aur dard ek aag ki tarah fail gaya. Woh cheekhna chahta tha, lekin muh bandh tha. Doosra waar, teesra—har waar ke saath Meera ki hasi badhti thi. Arjun ka jism kaanp raha tha, uske balls ab bhi swollen, aur yeh naye dard usse tootne ke kagaar pe le ja rahe the. Meera ne rukkar uske kaan mein kaha, “Tu mera hai, hamesha.” Timer ke 10 minute khatam hue, aur Arjun zameen pe gir gaya, dard se behaal, lekin Meera ne usse uthaya aur kaha, “Reward ka time hai.”
Usne Arjun ko ek chhota sa glass pani diya—pehle paani jo usne do din mein piya tha. Arjun ne shukriya ke saath piya, lekin Meera ne kaha, “Ab ek aur task. Kal college mein tu mujhe ek public punishment mangega—sabke saamne ghutno pe baithkar. Aur agar tune hesitate kiya, toh yeh whip tera best friend banega.” Arjun ka dil ruk gaya—public punishment? College mein? Kya hoga? Yeh sawal uske zehen mein ek tufaan ban gaya. Meera ne usse zameen pe sone ko kaha, aur khud apne room mein chali gayi, lekin darwaza khula chhod diya, jaise Arjun ko dikhane ke liye ki woh hamesha uspe nazar rakhti hai.
Arjun zameen pe pada tha, dard se bhara, uska zehen soch raha tha—kal kya hoga? Public punishment kaisa hoga? Meera ka agla plan kya hai? Uska junoon usse Meera ke kadmon mein rakhta tha, lekin yeh darr, yeh suspense, usse kha raha tha. Kya woh isse seh payega, ya Meera usse poori tarah tod degi?
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