Story: Pados Wali Bhabhi – Ek Shaam Ki Kahani
Shaam ka waqt tha. Ghar ke chhat par Rahul coffee ke saath apna din ka thakaan utaar raha tha. Tabhi uski nazar gayi — samne wali chhat par Pados Wali Bhabhi, Neha ji, apne saree ka pallu sambhalte hue kapde utaar rahi thi.
“Namaste bhabhi,” Rahul ne muskurate hue awaaz lagayi.
“Namaste Rahul, aaj shaam kuch zyada hi suhani lag rahi hai,” Neha ji ne hansi mein jawab diya.
Neha bhabhi hamesha se hi ek alag si roshni lekar aati thi. Saree ka anchal hawa mein udta, aur Rahul ka dhyan bhatakta. Unka andaaz hi kuch aisa tha — nafrat karna mushkil, aur nazar hata pana usse bhi mushkil.
“Chai piyoge?” Neha ji ne chhat ke kinaare se poocha.
Rahul turant haan keh gaya.
Kuch hi der mein Neha bhabhi chhat par do cup chai le aayi. Unki aankhon mein mischievous si muskan thi. “Tumhare ghar se toh sirf Insta reels ki awaz aati hai. Real kahaniyan yaha milti hain,” woh hans ke boli.
Rahul hansa, lekin andar se uska dil tez dhadak raha tha.
Chai ke sips ke beech, dono ke beech baatein badhti gayi. Mausam thoda aur romantic ho gaya. Rahul ka man tha kuch aur kehne ka — par bhabhi ki aankhon ne hi sab keh diya.
“Rahul, kuch baatein sirf yaadon ke liye hoti hain,” bhabhi ne kaha aur cup table par rakh diya.
Us shaam, na haath mile, na koi lafz zyada bole gaye — lekin ek rishta ban gaya. Aankhon se, khamoshi se.
