Mehers father

Tumhe usse sab kuch dikhana hoga wo aaj tak kabhi ghar se bahaar nahi gayi hai tum to ajnabi ho mein tum par bharosa karke usse tumhare saath kese bhej du.

Rudra; don't worry sir mere ghar pe mere mummy papa aur bua hai wo log usse kuch bhi nahi hone denge ache se khayal rakhenge aapke beti ka.

Mehers father : ok to thik hai kalse tum meher ko padhaoge.

Father; meher kya kar rahi ho.

Meher ; kuch nahi papa iPad main game khel rahi thi aur kar bhi kya sati hun.

Father : kalse tumhara naya teacher tumhe padhayega. Meher was uninterested.

Father : aur kalse tum unke ghar pe jaoge padhai ke liya

Meher : sach papa i am so happy mein pehli baar ghar se bahar jaungi.

Father : sorry beta tumhe unn choti choti khushiyon se dur rakhne ke liye par mujhe samajh aa gaya hai ki tumhe mei hamesha ke liye to aisa nhi rakh sakta.

Meher : I know papa aapne jo bhi kiya mere bhale ke liye kiya i love you papa.

Father : jao so jao mein kal khud jaake tumhe wahan chod ke aaunga.

Next morning🌄🙋

Car ek simple apartment ke saamne ruk gayi. Meher ne sharma kar khidki se bahar dekha. Yeh jagah uske ghar se bilkul alag thi—na bade gate, na guards, na shandaar mahal jaise rooms. Sab kuch… naya tha, ajeeb sa.

Uske papa ne kaha tha, "Meher, tumhe ghar ke bahar ki duniya dekhni hogi." Lekin ab, ek anjaan darwaze ke saamne khadi, uska dil tez dhadak raha tha.

Dheere se usne doorbell press ki.

Kuch hi seconds baad, darwaza khula.

Aur saamne tha Rudra.

Meher ne dheere se nazar uthai… aur ek gehri, garmiyon ki raat jaisi buri aankhon se takra gayi.

Woh itna lamba tha ki Meher ko thoda peeche hona pada. Rudra casual T-shirt aur jeans mein tha, lekin uske personality mein kuch tha jo usse alag banata tha—ek ajeeb sa confidence, jo na zyada rude tha, na zyada friendly.

Ek second ke liye dono bas ek doosre ko dekhte rahe.

Phir Rudra ki bhaari, mardon wali awaaz baji. "Tum Meher ho?"

Meher ne jhat se sir hila diya. "J-Ji."

Rudra ne ek chhoti si smirk di. "Itna darne ki zaroorat nahi. Main kaatunga nahi."

Meher ne aankhein jhuka li, phir dheere se bola, "Oh… okay."

Rudra ne ek halki si hasi chhupa li.

Meher ka chehra laal ho gaya. Maine ye kya bol diya?!

Rudra side hata. "Andar aao. Dekhte hain tum kitna jaanti ho."

Meher dheere se andar chali gayi, bina yeh jaane ki yeh sirf kitaabon ki padhai nahi—balki ek naya ehsaas shuru ho chuka tha.

Meher dheere-dheere andar aayi. Rudra ka ghar chhota tha, lekin usme ek ajeeb si warmth thi jo uske bade mansion mein kabhi mehsoos nahi hoti thi. Kahiin ek bookshelf thi, kahiin study table, aur ek simple sofa. Koi formal setting nahi, koi extra luxury nahi.

Rudra ne ek chair kheench kar uske samne rakhi. “Baitho.”

Meher chupchaap baith gayi, haath lap me rakhkar. Uska dil tez dhadak raha tha. Yeh sab uske liye naya tha. Pehli baar koi teacher itna… alag lag raha tha. Na boring, na scary. Sirf alag.

Rudra ne ek notebook uske samne rakhi. “Padhai shuru karein?”

Meher ne dheere se haan mein sir hila diya.

Rudra ne pehla sawal pucha. “Physics aati hai?”

Meher ne nervous hoke sir hila diya. “Thodi.”

"Thodi matlab?" Rudra ne aankhein teekhi kar ke dekha.

Meher ne seedha baithte hue bola, “Matlab… nahi aati.”

Rudra ek pal usse dekhta raha, phir halki si muskurahat aayi uske chehre pe. "Toh shuru se shuru karte hain."

Usne board pe ek equation likhi aur samjhane laga. Meher dhyan se sun rahi thi, lekin ek ajeeb si baat ho rahi thi—uska dhyan padhai se zyada uske teacher pe ja raha tha.

Jab Rudra chalk se likh raha tha, uski sleeves thodi upar chali gayi thi aur uske strong forearms dikh rahe the. Meher ki nazar wahan tik gayi.

"Meher?" Rudra ki awaaz aayi.

Meher jhat se hosh mein aayi. “Haan?”

Rudra ne aankhein thodi narrowed ki. "Tum sun bhi rahi ho ya sirf soch rahi ho?"

Meher ne jaldi se notebook khol li. “Nahi sun rahi hoon!”

Rudra ne ek pal usse dekha, phir dheere se bola, "Hmm… good girl."

Meher ne apni pencil tight pakad li. Pata nahi kyun, uske cheeks laal hone lage.

Yeh sirf padhai thi… ya kuch aur shuru ho raha tha?