Delhi ki subah ek khamosh tufaan si thi, aur Arjun ka dil ek bechain darr mein dooba hua tha. Meera ka control uski zindagi ka har pal ban chuka tha, uski har saans uski Rani ke hukum pe chalti thi. Kal raat ka torture—leather whip ke waar, uske swollen balls ka dard, aur ek chhote se glass pani ka “reward”—uske jism aur zehen pe ek nightmare ki tarah chhaya tha. Meera ka naya hukum—college mein public punishment mangna—uske dil mein ek zeher sa phail raha tha. Sabke saamne ghutno pe baithna? Kya kehte honge log? Meera ka agla plan kya hai? Yeh suspense uske dil ko kaat raha tha, lekin uska femdom junoon usse Meera ke kadmon mein liye ja raha tha, jaise ek tabeedar ghulam jo apni maut ka bhi intezaar karta ho.
Arjun college ke liye taiyaar hua, uska jism dard se kaanpta hua, lekin Meera ke rules ke mutabik, usne apna luggage pehle hi uske apartment mein shift kar diya tha. Woh ab uske ghar mein rehta tha, nanga, uski har cheez Meera ke control mein. College ke corridor mein, jab usne Meera ko dekha—ek black kurti aur jeans mein, uski aankhein ek shikari si chamakti hui—usne apna sar jhukaya aur ghutno pe baith gaya, jaise usne hukum diya tha. Charon taraf students the, kuch hass rahe the, kuch whisper kar rahe the. Arjun ka chehra sharm se laal tha, uska dil dhadak raha tha, lekin usne dheere se kaha, “Ma’am, please mujhe punishment dijiye.” Meera ne ek shaitani smile di, uski polished nails uske chehre ke paas le jati hui, aur kaha, “Good slave. Shaam ko mere ghar aa, wahan tera asli test hoga.” Usne Arjun ko chhod diya, aur woh classes ke liye chala gaya, uska zehen ek sawal se bhara—shaam ko kya hoga? Meera ka naya khel kya hai?
College ke baad, Arjun apni Gurgaon ki IT job ke liye gaya, lekin uska dhyan kaam pe nahi tha. Meera ka hukum, uski hasi, uski aankhein—yeh sab uske zehen mein ghoom raha tha. Shaam ko, jab woh Meera ke apartment pahuncha, uska dil darr aur curiosity se bhara tha. Usne darwaza khatkhataya, aur Meera ne khola, ek deep red satin robe mein, uski presence ek devi si, lekin uski aankhon mein ek khatarnak spark. “Kapde utaar,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek dhamki. Arjun ne corridor mein hi kapde utare, uska chehra sharm aur darr se laal, aur nanga ghar mein dakhil hua. Meera ne usse dekha aur hasi, ek hasi jo Arjun ke dil ko chhed gayi. “Aaj tu meri entertainment ka ek naya level dekhne wala hai,” usne kaha, aur uske haathon mein ek chhota sa black velvet bag tha. Usme kya tha? Arjun ka dil ruk gaya.
Meera couch pe baithi, uske legs hall table pe rakhe, aur usne Arjun ko ghutno pe baithne ka hukum diya. Usne velvet bag khola, aur andar se ek metal clip nikala, chhota lekin khatarnak dikhne wala. Arjun ka darr uski haddiyon tak chala gaya—yeh kya hai? Meera ne uske balls ko haath mein pakda, aur clip ko dheere se laga diya, itna tight ki Arjun ka dard ek pal mein asahniya ho gaya. Woh cheekhna chahta tha, lekin Meera ne uske muh pe ek scarf bandh diya, uski awaaz dabane ke liye. “Yeh tera pehla test hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek cruel khushi. “Agar tu isse seh lega, toh tujhe ek chhota sa reward milega. Agar nahi, toh yeh clip tera permanent saathi banega.” Arjun ka jism kaanp raha tha, dard usse tootne ke kagaar pe le ja raha tha. Meera ne apne phone pe ek timer set kiya—15 minute. “Survive kar,” usne kaha, aur apni coffee peete hue usse dekhti rahi, uski aankhein ek shikari si.
Har second ek sadi si thi. Arjun ka dard uske zehen ko kha raha tha, lekin uska junoon usse rok raha tha. Meera ne beech mein clip ko aur tight kiya, aur Arjun ke muh se ek dabi si cheekh nikli. “Chup,” usne kaha, aur ek leather whip nikala, jo kal usne use kiya tha. Usne ek waar kiya, Arjun ke chest pe, aur dard ek aag ki tarah fail gaya. Woh zameen pe gir gaya, lekin Meera ne usse uthaya, “Khada ho, warna yeh clip aur ghanta rahega.” Timer ke 15 minute khatam hue, aur Meera ne clip hata diya, lekin Arjun ka jism dard se behaal tha. Usne scarf hata diya, aur Arjun ro raha tha, “Thank you, Ma’am,” usne kaha, uska junoon usse bolne pe majboor kar raha tha.
Meera ne ek naya hukum diya. “Aaj se tera ek naya kaam hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek mystery. “Tu har raat ek ritual karega—mere liye ek shrine banayega. Ek chhoti si table, uspe meri photo, aur uske saamne tu apni wafadari ka proof rakhega—kuch aisa jo tujhe sharminda kare, lekin mujhe khushi de.” Usne apne purse se ek chhota sa timer nikala, “Yeh har raat 2 baje bajega. Tu uthkar yeh ritual karega, chahe kitna bhi dard ho. Agar ek bhi raat miss kiya, toh tujhe ek aisa dard milega jo tu kabhi nahi bhulega.” Arjun ka dil ruk gaya—shrine? Proof? Kya mangegi Meera? Yeh suspense uske zehen mein ek tufaan ban gaya.
Meera ne usse khana banane ka hukum diya, aur Arjun ne butter chicken aur naan taiyaar kiya, uska jism dard se kaanpta hua. Meera ne khana khaya, aur Arjun chupchap side mein khada raha. Jab woh kitchen mein plates saaf karne gaya, usne ek galti ki—usne bina puche ek glass pani pi liya. Meera ne dekha, uski aankhein ek shikari si, aur kaha, “Tune rule toda.” Usne Arjun ko zameen pe baithne ko kaha, aur apne purse se ek chhota sa candle nikala. Usne candle jalayi, aur uski lau Arjun ke chest ke paas le gayi, itna kareeb ki uski skin jalne lagi. “Yeh tera reminder hai,” usne kaha, aur candle ke garam wax ko uske chest pe tapkaya. Arjun ka dard asahniya tha, lekin usne chup rahna sikha tha. Meera ne candle band kiya aur kaha, “Kal college mein tu ek aur public task karega. Kya? Yeh tu kal jaanega.”
Arjun zameen pe pada tha, dard se bhara, uska zehen ek sawal se bhara—kal kya hoga? Public task kaisa hoga? Meera ka shrine kya mangega? Uska junoon usse Meera ke kadmon mein rakhta tha, lekin yeh darr, yeh suspense, usse kha raha tha. Meera apne room mein chali gayi, darwaza khula chhodkar, jaise Arjun ko dikhane ke liye ki woh hamesha uspe nazar rakhti hai. Kya woh isse seh payega, ya Meera usse poori tarah tod degi? Yeh kahani ek naye mod pe thi, aur Arjun ka dard abhi shuru hua tha.
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