*** PART 1 ***
"Hello… Kavita" mere editor ki awaj sunte hi mai samhal gayee.
" Haan boliye" maine apni jubaan par mithas gholte hue kaha. Mera Chief Editor Harish se mera waise bhi chhattis ka ankda tha. Wo buri tarah chidhta tha mujhse.
"Tumhe Rampur jana hai. Abhi isi waqt." Uske order karne wale lahje ko sun kar dil me aya ki samne hota to do char galiyan jaroor sunati. Sala apne aap ko malik se kum nahi samajhta.
" Kyon? use shayad mujh se is tarah ke question ki hi ummid thi, aapko maloom hi hai ki mai kuchh dino ke liye chhutti par jana chahti hoon. Aisa kaun sa urgent kaam a gaya jo mere siwa kisi se nahi ho sakta?”
" Tumhe Rampur ke Swami trilokanand ka thorough interview lena hai. Kuchh lok pratinidhiyon ne us ashram me chal rahe kuchh gadbad ki taraf ishara kiya hai. Hum chaahte hain ki ashram me agar kuchh galat ho raha hai to hamare akhbaar me sabse pahle chhape."
Uske lahje me cheeni ke dane ke barabar bhi mithas nahi thi. Wo mujhe ek jar-khareed gulaam ki tarah order par order diye ja raha tha, “ Mai to is kaam ke liye Pradeep ko lagana chahta tha magar malikon ka hukm hai tumhe lagane ke liye. Pata nahi un ko kaisi galat fahmi hai ki tum bahut kaam ki journalist ho. Hahaha…….”
" Kya?.......Mai is project ke liye poori tarah se taiyaar hoon." mai khushi se uchhal padi. Kafi dino se mai Swamiji ka interview lena chahti thi. Bahut sun rakha tha unke bare me. Bahut hi akarshak vyaktitva ke admi hai, unki vani sunkar log mantra mugdh ho jate hain vagairah…vagairah…... Rampur jo ki humare shahar se koi 30kms door ek chhota sa gaon tha wahan kafi lambe chaude jagah me unka ashram bana hua tha.
Unke bhakt poore desh mefaile huye the. Unke ashram ki desh bhar me kai shakhaye, thi. Ek ashram to Zimbabwe me bhi tha. Bahut influencial admi the. Bahut door door tak unki pahunch thi. Kafi bade bade log, minsters, khiladi ityadi unse paramarsh lene jate the. Log unhe swami ji ke naam se hi pukarte the.
Beech beech me dabi juban me kabhi kabhi unke rangeele svabhaw ke bare me bhi kai tarah ki afwah fail jati thi. Logon ko kahte suna tha ki koi aurat unse ek baar mil le to fir unse door nahi rah sakti thi. Aurten unka samipya pane ke liye kisi bhi had tak ja sakti thi. Unke saath ek baar sex ka anand lene ke liye wo sab kuchh daanw par laga sakti thi. Wo jindagi bhar unki chhatra chhaya me rahne ko taiyaar ho jati thi. Unke mard shishyon se jyada sankhya unki mahila shishyaon ki thi.
"Unke bare me detailed coverage karma hai tumhe." Chief Editor Harish ne age kaha.
"kum se kum char panch week ka matter ho jise hum pratyek ravivaar ke special bulletin me jagah denge. Wo jaldi admiyon se ghulta milta nahi hai. Isliye tumhe chuna gaya hai. Tum khoobsoorat aur sexy ho saath hi poori team me sabse samajhdaar bhi ho.”
Mai use man hi man galiyan de rahi thi. Sale ko aaj mujhse kaam pada hai to dekho kaie tareefon ke pul bandhe ja raha hai.
“Ye ek din ka kaam nahi hai. Iske liye tumhe wahan kai din gujaarne pad sakte hain.
This is up to you whether you stay there or visit him every day. Jyada door to hai nahi. Tumhe petrol ka kharcha mil jayega. But we need the whole coverage. Subah se shaam tak. Swamiji ke bare me har tarah ki baten pata karni hai. Kuchh pravachan bhi cover kar lena. Sun rahi ho na meri baten? Ya…." Usne meri pratikriya dekhne ke liye apni baat adhoori hi chhod di.
"Yes….yes sir. Mai sun rahi hoon. Mai aj se hi kam par lag jati hoon."
" Aaj se hi nahi abhi se. your time starts now." Kahkar usne phone rakh diya.
Jaroor Buddha gali nikal raha hoga ki maine unko makkhan nahi lagaya. Lekin mai to asal me kafi dino se kisi bade project ke liye taras rahi thi. Desk work karte karte bore ho gayee thi. Field work karne ka maja hi kuchh alag hota hai.
Mujhe khushi se chahakte dekh mera pati Santosh ne mujhe bahon me bhar kar choom liya. Maine unhe saari baat batai. Wo bhi meri khushi me sareek ho gaye. Unko maloom tha ki mai kitni safal reporter hoon aur is tarah ke kisi project me kaam karke hi mujhe khushi milti hai.
Are mai to apne bare me batana to bhool hi gayee. mai hoon Kavita. Poora naam Kavita Mishra. Mai 26 saal ki, shuru se hi ek khule vicharo ki mahila hoon. Ap mujhe ek sexy aur kamuk mahila bhi kah sakte hain. College ke dino me class mates mujhe sex bomb kahte the. Kayi boy friends har waqt mere ird-gird ghoomte najar ate the. Unse aksar lipatna choomna chalta hi rahta tha. Maine kabhi bhi unko itni lift nahi di ki isse age wo soch bhi pate. Mai suhaag ki sej tak kunwari hi thi.
Mai ek normal seedhi saadhi aur chanchal ladki thi. Haan ladkon se meljol mai shuru se hi pasand karti thi. Magar sex ke bare me maine shadi se pahle koi ruchi nahi dikhai thi.
Mai shaadi ke baad kaise ek gharelu kaam kaji mahila se sex machine me badal gayee ye usi ki kahani hai.
Meri shadi Santosh Mishra se aaj se chaar saal pahle hui thi. Hum dono yahan Lucknow station ke paas hi rahte hai. Shaadi se kuchh din pahle hi maine journalist ki padhai poori kar ek famous akhbaar join kiya tha. Ab mai us news paper me senior reporter ke pad par hoon. Humare newspaper ki bahut achchhi circulation hai. Mai waise to kisi special case ko hi handle karti hoon. Warna ajkal editing ka kaam bhi dekh rahi hoon jo ki bada hi boring kaam hai. Ghoomna firna aur naye naye logon se milna mera shuru se hi ek favourite hobby raha hai.
Mere husband ek private firm me Manager ki post par kaam karte hain. Hum dono ke alawa humare saath humari saas rahti hain. Sasur ji ka dehant meri shadi se pahle hi ho chukka tha. Mere pati Santosh Mishra kafi khule vicharon ke admi hain. Sirf wo hi nahi unka poora parivar hi kafi modern khayalon ka hai. Isliye mujhe unke sath adjust karne me bilkul bhi pareshani nahi hui. Shaadi se pahle doosri ladkiyon ki tarah mere bhi man me ek dar satata tha ki shaadi ke baad mujhe sari blouse me ek tipical Indian house wife ban kar rahna padega. Revealing aur modern kapde nahi pahan sakoongi. Magar meri shaadi ke baad waisa kuchh bhi nahi hua.
Santosh ko mere kisi bhi kaam se koi ittefaq nahi rahta hai. Ulta mere husband khud hi shadi ke baad se mujhe exposure ke liye jor dete rahe hain. Meri sasu ji ne meri shadi ke baad hi saaf saaf kah diya tha.
“humare ghar me bahu beti ki tarah rahti hai. Yahan parda bilkul bhi nahi chalega. Tumhara jism bahut hi khoobsoorat hai. Aur jo sundar cheej hoti hai use chhipa kar nahi rakhna chahiye. Dekhne do doosron ko. Wo dekh kar mere hi bete ki kismet par jalenge.
To be Contd......
nice start
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