Headshave surprise by Seema
Hi, my name is Ron. I’m in my late 20s and have average-length hair, about 2 inches on the back and sides and 3 and a half inches on top. It’s been about a year since I shared my fetish for having my hair cut with my beautiful wife, Seema. She’s always been supportive and encouraging of my fetish, but unbeknownst to me, she planned to take it to an entirely new level tonight…
“Man, this sucks,” I thought to myself. Having to work late on my own birthday was the last thing I wanted. Having my birthday smack in the middle of the week on a Wednesday certainly didn’t help. As I watched the clock tick past 5:30 and inch dangerously close to 6pm, I finally finished my work for the day and managed to escape the prison of my office. I shot my wife a quick text letting her know I was on my way home and apologizing for being so late. I knew she had beaten me home by at least an hour and no doubt had a romantic evening planned to celebrate my birthday.
One brutal commute later, I walked in the door and called Seema to let her know I was home. In the distance, I heard the distinctive clicking of high heels against the hardwood floor as my gorgeous wife came to greet me. There she stood, all 5’5″ of her, boosted by her 6-inch black heels, hands on her hips. Her golden blonde hair cascaded down her lacy black bodysuit, ending just before she ripped, skintight black jeans. Her 34D chest practically spilled out of her lingerie, leaving next to nothing to the imagination.
“Welcome home boy toy,” she teased as she flashed her perfect white smile. I took off my tie as she approached for a deep, passionate kiss. “Happy birthday darling,” she said softly. We walked to the kitchen where I found a magnificent meal had already been set out. During dinner, we chatted about our respective jobs, the highs and lows of the day, and I took a moment to appreciate having someone to share everything with.
As we finished eating, Seema brought back that perfect smile and cheerfully stated, “by the way, I’ve made plans for us in half an hour. Go get changed into something comfortable and we can get going. I’ll drive.” I wondered what she could’ve planned for us since we’d just eaten, but I knew better than to ask questions. I went upstairs and changed into a nice t-shirt and shorts to accommodate the 90 degrees, mid-summer heat. All the while, I thought about how sexy my wife looked and what she could possibly have planned for us. Excited, I walked back downstairs and prepared to head out.
While Seema drove, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. The girls were busting out of her lacy lingerie and it excited me to no end that we would be walking around in public while she wore this outfit. Eventually, she turned into the parking lot of a small strip mall and found a spot in front of the local chain salon. She turned the car off and turned towards me, a seductive and dominant look in her eye. “C’mon babe, let’s go,” she encouraged as she raked her long, perfectly manicured nails through my hair. When we got out of the car, she grabbed me by the hand and began leading me towards the door of the salon. I grew nervous as I always do when I’m about to get a haircut, although my excitement was winning over as I wondered what my lingerie-clad wife had in store for me.
A small bell above the door dinged to signal our arrival as Seema pulled open the door to the shop. The smell of the salon hit me like a tidal wave and I was instantly aroused by the idea of having my hair cut. Much to my surprise, nobody was in the salon save for three beautiful, mid-20s barberettes. They stopped their conversation and turned towards us, offering warm smiles and welcoming words. The one closest to us was a petite woman about my wife’s height, with a slender build and Auburn hair that fell just below her shoulders. She approached us and shook our hands, introducing herself as Samantha. The other barberettes had walked past us to the door and windows. The woman who had just locked the door and put up the “Closed” sign was tall and nearly as slim as Samantha, sporting a chin-length black bob. She smiled and said her name was Riya. The stylist who had just closed the blinds to the storefront windows was about 5’8″ with a bust size rivaling even my wife’s. Her bleach blonde hair reached just past her collarbone and she had a flirtatious demeanor as she complimented Seema’s top and introduced herself as Kelly. All three were wearing the same salon uniform: tight red t-shirts with the company logo across the chest, black short shorts that hugged every curve, and sneakers.
By this point, I was overcome by a mixture of both confusion and excitement, as it seemed highly irregular for a chain salon to be completely empty, and for every stylist in the shop to introduce themselves to me and my wife.
“Uh, honey? What exactly is going on?” I asked, doing a bad job of masking my obvious eagerness. The barberettes giggled to themselves as my wife approached me and took my hand.
“Well sweetie,” she grinned, “I think you’re well overdue for a haircut! And since I know how much you love getting it cut, I decided to pay these nice ladies to stay late and close up the shop just for us so we can have a bit of fun on your birthday.” I couldn’t believe my ears. This was a dream come true! Having the entire salon to ourselves was a fantasy of mine, and she knew it. Making it come to life was more than I possibly could’ve expected from this birthday. I planned to savor every second of it.
Riya cleared her throat and spoke up. “If you could come right this way Ron, Seema’s told us exactly what she wants,” she stated with a smile. I followed her and listened to the clicking of my wife’s heels on the tile as Riya led me to one of the salon chairs and I took a seat. I was immediately caped up and the pure excitement of the coming experience washed over me. Riya stood behind me with her hands on my shoulders and explained the situation. “Right, so you’re gonna get three cuts today, one from each of us. I’m going to go first and get some of this bulk out of the way,” she said as she ruffled her hand through the longer hair on top of my head. I looked over towards my wife where she was standing with her arms crossed, pushing her boobs up even further and giving me a knowing grin.
Riya walked around me and pulled her clippers out of the drawer, attaching a longer guard to them. When one has a strong hair fetish, they tend to get familiar with the tools of the trade. I could tell immediately from the dark red color and the shape of the clippers that they were none other than Wahl Balding clippers. For now, I just considered myself lucky that Riya had attached a longer guard, which I guessed to be about a 6. Returning behind me with a comb and her clippers at the ready, Riya quickly combed through my hair before depositing the comb back on the counter.
“Here we go!” Riya exclaimed as she turned the clippers on, allowing a low buzzing sound to fill the shop. With one hand, on the top of my head, she gently nudged my head forward as she placed the clippers at my hairline and made a slow path up almost to the crown of my head. She repeated this motion across the entire back of my head as I relished in the long clumps of hair falling down my neck and sliding down the cape, either to the floor or the growing pile in my lap.
As Riya moved to the left side to continue the shearing, I noticed in the mirror that the other two barberettes were smirking, and looked as though they couldn’t wait to get their hands on my remaining hair. I began to get hard at the thought of them wanting to cut my hair brutally short. Before I knew it, Riya had buzzed the hair around my left ear to a uniform 3/4″ and had moved to my right side to repeat the process. She bent my ear down as she ran the clippers tight around it, ensuring no long hairs escaped the clippers’ path around my ear.
Once she had finished clipping the back and sides, Riya turned off the clippers and set them on the counter. She procured a pair of scissors and picked up her comb and a spray bottle as she wet the top of my hair and began to comb through it. She used her scissors and comb and trimmed the top of my hair down from 3 and a half inches to just over 2 in a matter of minutes, leaving me with something resembling my usual hairstyle.
To finish off the cut, Riya pulled her edgers from the drawer and turned them on with a loud buzz. I instantly became more aroused as she approached the back of my next with the vibrating edgers. Goosebumps covered my neck as she shaved the wispy hairs off and ran the edgers up around my ears for a clean finish.
Riya placed the edgers back in the drawer and stood behind me once more. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she made eye contact with me in the mirror and asked, “What do you think?”
“It looks good,” I said hesitantly, “but I’m a bit worried about having two haircuts to go. This is already shorter than my normal haircut!”
“Well sweetie, you don’t have much say in the matter, so you might as well enjoy the ride,” Seema half-mocked from behind me, knowing how much I loved being completely under her control. I smiled nervously as I grew ever harder under the cape. Riya smiled at me one last time in the mirror before Samantha took her place, the same smirk still on her lips.
“Took you long enough Jess,” she said to Riya’s reflection. Turning her gaze to me, she finished her thought, “Don’t worry, this cut should be quicker. No scissors needed!” She could obviously sense my arousal as she held eye contact with me after that final remark. No scissors? Was she about to buzz me? One look towards my wife gave me my answer: Absolutely.
“Head down,” came the command from Samantha behind me. She had picked up the clippers and attached a slightly shorter guard, most likely a 4, and was holding them at the base of my neck as they buzzed hungrily in her hand. She pushed my head forward so my chin touched the cape as she ran the clippers up the back of my head the same way Riya had only moments before. Small pieces of hair went flying as Samantha clipped the back and sides down to a shorter length of 1/2″. She finished as quickly as she had started, turned off the clippers, and changed the guard to a much longer one, probably an 8. She took her place behind me and leaned forward so her face was next to mine. “I hope you’re ready to get this mop buzzed off,” she whispered as she started up the clippers once again.
With her left hand on my shoulder, she brought the clippers up to my forehead and held them at my hairline. I glanced at my wife in the mirror and she bit her lip, giving me a look that said she couldn’t wait for me to be buzzed. Suddenly, Samantha drew the clippers through my hairline and over the top of my head in one long, slow path. The feeling was absolutely euphoric. Seeing the inch-long buzzed strip surrounded by the longer hair on my crown felt so erotic as the clippers vibrated over my head for a second pass.
After buzzing the top-down, Samantha went over the same area, again and again, holding the nape of my neck with her free hand and making sure every hair had been uniformly mowed down. I felt like I was going to explode. Looking in the mirror at the other two barberettes, I saw Riya had grabbed a broom and was beginning to sweep my shorn hair into one large pile on the floor. Kelly, however, was looking rather impatient as she crossed her arms and tapped her foot, clearly waiting for her turn to cut my hair.
Although Riya had already shaved my neck, Samantha pulled the edgers out of the drawer again and turned them on. “I just wanna make sure every last hair is gone,” she smirked at me in the mirror. Pushing my head down firmly, she ran the buzzing edgers over every square inch of the back of my neck, once again going over and over the same parts and adding to Kelly’s impatience.
Finally, she retired the edgers to the drawer as she ran her hands through my freshly buzzed hair. She smiled in the mirror and glanced at my wife, asking, “Short enough for you?”
Seema approached the chair and her heels clicked sensually against the tile floor. She stood in front of me and leaned towards me ever so slightly to give me a perfect view of her impressive cleavage. She ran her manicured fingernails through my buzzed hair and against my sensitive scalp, sending shivers down my spine while she smiled, knowing just how turned on I was at that moment.
“I know babe, you look SO much better without that mop, but I’m afraid it’s just not short enough yet. Kelly, could you do me a favor and clean up his buzz for me?” she asked as they shared a knowing smile.
“Of course, I can!” Kelly exclaimed enthusiastically and she took Samantha’s position behind the chair. Kelly leaned forward to grab the clippers off the counter, offering me a long look at her breasts which threatened to bust out of her tight red shirt. She quickly changed guards to a much shorter one than either Riya or Samantha had used. “How about a 2, Seema?” Kelly asked excitedly.
“That sounds like just what he needs,” Seema stated matter-of-factly. She caught my eye in the mirror and noticed the nervous look on my face as she reassured me, “Don’t worry babe, it’ll look so good buzzed nice and short and tight to your scalp.” At this point, I could tell that I had made a stain on my light-colored shorts beneath the cape. Seema knew exactly what was going on under the cape and she smirked once again as she winked at me in the mirror.
BZZZZZZZZZ. Kelly had started up the clippers and they seemed to buzz more menacingly this time. Kelly noticed me tense up, and she put a hand on my shoulder. “Relax and enjoy the clipper ride,” she said teasingly while the clippers buzzed in her hand. Unlike her fellow barberettes, Kelly started by bringing the clippers up to my forehead. Before I could process what was happening, she had pushed the clippers through my hairline and left a stubbly, shorn path down the middle of my head. Without a second’s hesitation, Kelly began to run the clippers over my entire scalp, mowing down every single hair and leaving a mere 1/4″ behind. My scalp was clearly visible through the short bristles which helped me realize that this was the shortest my hair had ever been.
Kelly ran the clippers over my head for what felt like hours, allowing me to enjoy the vibrations against my scalp while she buzzed me over and over again. Looking at her in the mirror, she had a wide grin spread across her face as she did her best to make sure that every single hair was shorn down to her liking. I still couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I walked into the shop with a shaggy mop and was going to walk out with a number 2 buzz. That thought alone was incredibly arousing to me, not to mention the entire experience that my wife had tailored perfectly to my preferences.
Kelly shut off the clippers and smiled brightly at me in the mirror. “There ya go boyfriend, all done! One tight buzz cut, as promised!” She said flirtatiously. She ran her fingernails up and down the back of my freshly shorn neck as my wife approached for a final inspection. Seema rubbed her hands vigorously over my shorn hair, a feeling, unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
“Actually, I think a fourth cut is in store for our victim. What do you think, ladies?” my stunningly gorgeous wife asked the panel of barberettes. All three stylists giggled softly. They had known all along that I’d be receiving a fourth cut but had played along with the “three cuts” charade so marvelously that I never had a clue.
All three barberettes sat in different salon chairs and Seema walked up behind me. With a wide smile, she ran her long nails up the back of my neck and all the way to the crown of my head. “Hi, I’m Seema and I’ll be your barberette today,” she teased. Leaning over me to grab the clippers, I couldn’t believe her boobs didn’t completely bust out of her lacy bodysuit. “It’s time for you to get a real haircut,” she said as she removed the guard. She was about to expose me to the full force of the balding clippers, but I knew I was in no position to complain.
Seema turned on the unguarded clippers and they buzzed loudly as if announcing to everyone within earshot that I was about to be shaved bald. My wife gripped my head like a basketball and pushed it forward until my chin was buried in my chest. Holding me forcefully in place, Seema put the naked clippers at the very base of my neck. “Let’s get this shaved off,” Seema said softly, barely above a whisper. As she said this, I felt the bare blades of the clippers slowly advancing up my neck, growing ever closer to what remained of my hair.
The second the clippers bit into my hair, I came. Watching my wife dressed in lingerie and shaving my head completely bald was simply too much for me to handle as I felt a warm stickiness between my legs. Strangely, my arousal never wavered. Before I could even get soft, I noticed my wife had shaved the back and sides of my head down to the scalp and was changing her grip on the clippers to take aim at my forehead. She gripped the back of my freshly shaved head with her free hand and I felt the slightest tickle of her nails against the back of my scalp while she mowed a strip right down the middle of my head. She continued her firm grip on my head as she made four more passes over the top, buzzing off the last traces of stubble.
I was completely bald. I couldn’t believe it. For years it had been my fantasy to have my head shaved by a gorgeous woman and I had finally experienced it. I sat stunned as my wife continued to run the bare clippers over my head, ensuring that I was completely shaved to the skin.
All too soon, the buzzing was concluded and the clippers were shut off. I looked in the mirror at my four barberettes and every single one had an ear-to-ear grin on their face, clearly relishing the fact that they had completely stripped me of my hair. Seema began to gently run her nails over my freshly shaved head, causing my erection to return full force. Soon, Kelly was also at my side rubbing my bare scalp and teasing the exposed skin with her nails. Having two gorgeous, blonde, clipper-happy barberettes teasing my shaved head with their nails was incredibly arousing to me. Behind me, both Riya and Samantha were sweeping up my shorn hair into one massive pile, commenting on how much hair had been buzzed off.
“There we go, I’ve been wanting to shave that mop off for a while now. You look so much better totally buzzed down,” my wife said, knowing that her words were going straight to my dick.
“I agree,” Kelly chimed in, “I think all guys look better with tight buzzes or shaved heads.” My wife enthusiastically agreed as she took the cape off of me, allowing her nails to drag lightly across my shorn neck one more time. As the cape was pulled off I worried that the stain on my shorts would be perfectly obvious, but luckily it seemed that it was gone, although my erection was slightly visible. I stood up from the chair, and Samantha and Riya came over to feel my bald head, complimenting me on how it looked and felt.
Seema grabbed me by the hand, stating, “Well boy toy, it’s time to get you home. We still have lots of celebrating left to do.
Seema shaved her head _ Seema ne karwaya mundan
सीमा को नाई ने पूरा टकली कर दिया पर वह रो नहीं रही है बल्कि वह अपने हेड शेव को लेकर खुश थी । वह छोटे बालों वाली लड़की नहीं थी, उसके लंबे बाल थे। सीमा के कुछ ऐसा हुहा जिस कारन उसने अपने सरे बाल मुण्डवाड़िये | एक दिन सीमा अचानक नींद से उठ गई और वह अपने बालों को छूने लगी। फिर उसने टाइम देखा है तो 6 बजे थे | तो वह अपनी पढ़ाई के लिए बैठ गई। यह सपना इस हफ्ते में तीन से चार बार आया लेकिन उसे इसके पीछे का कारण पता नहीं चल पारहा था । वह ऍम बी ए की पडाई कर रही थी | उसकी सेमेस्टर परीक्षा शुरू हो चुकी थी , इसलिए वह तैयारी कर रही थी । लेकिन सिर मुंडवाने का सपना उसे परेशान कर रहा था ।
तो उसने अपनी माँ से उसके सपने के बारेमें बताया , सीमा की माँ ये सुनकर हैरान हो गई लेकिन उन्होंने कहा, कोई बात नहीं, यह 1 या 2 दिन बाद रुक जाएगा। सीमा को लगा सायेद माँ सही कह रही है , पर अगले दिन सीमा को वही सपना आया, वह फिर से सुबह 6 बजे उठ गई| सीमा को लगा उसे किसी मनोचिकित्सक से जाँच करवालेनि चाहिए है। उसने अपनी माँ से बात की, उसके पापा भी वही थे। तो उन्होंने कहा कि एक बार तुम्हारी परीक्षा पूरी हो जाये, तो जाकर डॉक्टर से मिल लेना, अगर सपना रुक जाता है हो डॉक्टर के पास जाने की जरूरत भी नहीं होगी। लेकिन सपना हर रोज ठीक उसी समय आता था।
सीमा की परीक्षा ख़तम हो चुकी थी पर सपने आने बंद नहीं हुए इसलिए उसके पापा ने सीमा को डॉक्टर के पास ले गए। सीमा ने अपना सपना के बारे मैं डॉक्टर को बताया। डॉक्टर ने भी सब कुछ सुना और फिर डॉक्टर ते सीमा से पूछा कि उसने आखरी बार कब सिर मुंडवाया था। सीमा ने बताया कि उनके बचपन में लगभग पन्द्र साल पहले मुंडन करवाया था । डॉक्टर ने पूछा कि क्या सीमा ने किसी मंदिर के कोई मन्नत मांगी है, सीमा ने कहा नहीं, लेकिन डॉक्टर फिर से वही सवाल | सीमा ने फिर वही जवाब दिया| तब डॉक्टर ने कहा की ये कोई बड़ी समस्या नहीं है, कुछ ही दिनों ये सपने बंद हो जायेंगे|
सीमा और उसके पापा घर चले गए , सीमा ने घर जा केर साडी बाते अपनी माँ को बताई , फिर उनकी माँ ने कहा, हमारे परिवार के मंदिर में एक व्रत है, मैंने भगवान से प्रार्थना की थी अगर तुम दस वीं में अच्छे अंक प्राप्त होंगे तो तुम हमारे मंदिर में अपना सिर मुंड़वाओगी । तिम्हे दस वीं में अच्छे अंक प्राप्त हुए लेकिन तुम्हारे चाचा का निधन भी उसे समाये होगये तो मैं तुम्हारा मुंडन नहीं करा पाई और भूल भी गई। सीमा ये सुन कर चौंक गई और कहा कि अब हम क्या करे| अब इस मामले मैं डॉक्टर भी क्या करसकते है फिर भी सोचा एक बार और डॉक्टर से बात करलेते है। अगले दिन सीमा और पापा डॉकटर के पास गए और वह सीमा ने पूछ कि क्या मेरे मुंडन के बाद भी सपना आएंगे? डॉकटर ने कहा कि पहले आप मुंडन करवाला लो उसके बाद भी अगर सपने आये तो दूसरी जाँच करेंग। सीमा भी मन गई और दूसरे ही दिन सीमा और उसके मम्मी पापा मंदिर मैं सीमा के मुंडन के लिए रवाना हुआ। उन्होंने अपने रिश्तेदारों को भी समारोह के लिए आमंत्रित किया क्योंकि हर साल उनके परिवार के सभी सदस्य मंदिर में पूजा करने जाते है और कोई अपना सिर मुंडवा था। इस बार सीमा की बारी थी। अगले दिन सुबह वे मंदिर पहुंचे, उनके परिवार के सदस्य भी दूसरे शहरों से आए थे। फिर सभी अपने स्वास्थ्य और परिवार के बारे में बात करने लगे। कुछ देर बाद सीमा की माँ ने सीमा के सिर मुंडवाने के बारे में बताया। वे सब खुश थे ये जानकार। कुछ ही देर मैं नाई आया, और सीमा भी जाके नाई के सामने बैठ गई, उसके परिवार के सभी सदस्य उसका मुंडन होते हुए देख रहे थे।
सीमा ने इसी नाई बचपन में अपना सिर मुंडवाया था , इसलिए उसे उसका चेहरा याद आता थ। नाइ ने सीमा से उसने उसके स्वास्थ्य के बारे में पूछा और उसने कहा कि वह ठीक है, फिर नाइ ने बाल काटना सुरु किया और बाला के सिर से रबर बैंड हटा दो। फिर नाइ ने कहा सीमा से की उसके बाल बहुत मोटे और लंबे हैं इसलिए तुम सच में टकली होना चाहती हो, सीमा ने हाँ कहा। अब नाइ ने उसके सिर में पानी डालना सुरु किया और उसके सिर की अच्छी तरह मालिश की।
उसके लंबे बाल पूरी तरह से गीले हो होगये थे, फिर नाइ ने उस्तरा लिया और आधा ब्लेड लगा दिया और उसके सिर के बीच में से टकला करना शुरू कर दिया, सीमा बहुत शर्मा रही थी क्योंकि उसके चारों ओर परिवार के सभी सदस्य उसके मुंडन को देख रहे थी । उसके बाल उसकी गोद में गिर रहे थे, सीमा अपने सिर के बाल के बारे में थोड़ी चिंता कर रही थी, लेकिन उसके पास कोई दूसरा चारा नहीं था और अब देर भी हो चुकी थ। सीमा सोच ही रही थी के उसके दोस्त और पडोसी उसके गंजे सिर को कैसे देखेंगे और सईद मज़ाक भी बनाएंगे पर तब तक नाई उसके सिर के दोनों तरफ से टकली करदिया था । अगले पांच मिनट में वह पूरी तरह से टकली हो चुकी थ। लेकिन नाई ने एक बार फिर से सीमा के टकले पर उस्तरा फिराया और उसका टकला पूरा चिकना कर दिय।
फिर नाइ से कहा कि तुम्हारा मुंडन होगया है । सीमा ने आईने में अपने गंजे लुक को देखा और कुछ समाये केलिए वह खुद को पहचान ही नहीं पाई। सीमा ने अपने टकले को छूने लगी और फिर अपने गंजे सिर हात फिराया । उसके बाद वह नहाने चली गई। उसकी माँ उसे कुएँ के पास ले गई और वही उसपर पानी डालने लगी। सीमा ने अपने टकले को पानी से अछि तरह से साफ़ किया। सीमा के माँ ने कहा कि तुम बहुत सुंदर दीख रही ह। नहाने के बाद सीमा के माँ ने उसके गंजे सिर पर चंदन लगाया। फिर सीमा ने पूजा की और कुछ ही घंटो के बाद सभी लोग वहां से चले ग। सीमा और उसका परिवार भी घर चले गए। सिर मुंडवाने के बाद उसके सपना रुक ग। अब सीमा खुस है अगले साल फिर से अपना मुंडन करवाने वाली ह।
Headshaving story in hindi
मैंने खाना पकाने की कला में अपनी पढ़ाई पूरी की। कुकिंग मेरा पैशन था और मैं इसी फील्ड में अपना करियर बनाना चाहता था। लेकिन, यह आसान नहीं था। मैंने कई बड़े होटलों और रेस्टोरेंट में नौकरी पाने की कोशिश की लेकिन वहां नौकरी नहीं मिली। मेरे पास पैसे खत्म हो रहे थे और बेरोजगारी इसे और खराब कर रही थी। मैंने तय किया कि मुझे जो भी नौकरी मिलेगी, मैं करलूँगा। इससे कोई फर्क नहीं पड़ता कि काम कितना बड़ा या छोटा है। अंत में, मुझे एक घर में रसोइए की नौकरी मिल गई। घर बड़ा था और मेरी ड्यूटी थी छह सदस्यों के लिए दिन में तीन बार खाना बनाना। यह कठिन नहीं था मेरे लिए। पगार कुछ खाश नहीं थी, लेकिन जॉबलेस होने से तो ठीक था। एक दिन मालिक की पत्नी ने मुझे आवाज़ दी, मैं उन्हें मैडम बुला रहा था। मैं थोड़ा डरा हुआ था क्योंकि उन्होंने मुझे पहले कभी नहीं बुलाया था। मैं उनके पास गया और उनसे पूछा, क्या मुझसे कोई गलती होगई है? वह मुझे देखकर मुस्कुराई और कहा, नहीं, वास्तव में, हमें आपका काम पसंद है। मुझे यह जानकर खुशी हुई, लेकिन यह खुसी जल्द ही फीकी पड़ गई। उन्होंने मुझसे पूछा कि क्या मुझे पता है कि पुराने रसोइए को क्यों हटाया गया। मैंने जवाब दिया कि मुझे इस बारे में कोई जानकारी नहीं है। उन्होंने कहा की एक बार हम खाने में बाल मिले और उन्होंने पति ने उसे तुरंत ही निकाल दिया। मैंने कहा कि मैं यह सुनिश्चित करूंगा कि मेरे साथ ऐसा न हो। उन्होंने ने कहा कि मैं भी वही चाहती हु। उन्होंने कहा कि ऐसा करने के लिए मुझे पहले कुछ करना होगा। मैंने उत्सुकता से पूछा। उसने मुझे शाम को वापस आने के लिए कहा। मैंने सिर हिलाया और किचन की ओर चल दिया। शाम हो चुकी थी, और मैं अपना सारा काम पूरा करके उससे मिलने चला गया। वह एक कुर्सी पर बैठी किताब पढ़ रही थी। मैं उसके पास गया और उसका अभिवादन किया। उसने मेरी तरफ देखा और मुस्कुराइ । फिर उन्होंने किसी को बुलाया। मुझे नहीं पता कि वह कौन था और मैं अभी भी वहीं खड़ा होकर अपने निर्देशों की प्रतीक्षा कर रहा था। एक आदमी हात मैं स्टील का डब्बा लेकर कमरे मैं आया। फिर वह आदमी मेरे पास खड़ा हुआ और उसे मालकिन को प्रणाम किया। मालकिन ने मेरी ओर इशारा करते हुए कहा, उसका सिर मुंडवाना है । मैं ये सुनकर चौंक गया, पता नहीं वह ऐसा क्यों कह रही है। मैंने उनसे पूछा, मालकिन आप मेरा सिर क्यों मुंडवाना चाहती हैं। उन्होंने कहा कि वह कोई जोखिम नहीं लेना चाहती। अगर मेरा टकला करवादे तो खाने मैं बाल गिरने न कोई दार नहीं होगा। मैंने अपना टकला करवाने से इनकार कर दिया जिस पर उन्होंने मुझे धमकी दी कि या तो मैं अपना सिर मुंडवादू या नौकरी छोड़ दू। इस नौकरी को पाने में पहले ही बहुत समय लग गया था और यह भी नहीं पता के मुझे दूसरी नौकरी कब मिलेगी। आर्थिक तंगी की वजह से मैं मान गया और मालकिन से कहा ठीक है, मैं टकला करवाऊंगा। वह मुस्कुराई और नाई ने अपना काम शुरू किया। उसने मुझे जमीन पर बैठने को कहा, और फिर उसने मेरे चारों ओर एक सफेद कपड़ा लपेट दिया। मालकिन अपनी कुर्सी पर बैठी बड़ी गौर से ये सब देख रही थीं। फिर नाई ने मेरे बालों को गीला करने के लिए पानी छिड़कना शुरू किया। बालों से पानी टपक कर चेहरा पैर आ रहा था। फिर उसने अपने डब्बे से उस्तरा निकाला और उस्तरा में आधा ब्लेड लगा दिया। अब उसने मेरे सिर को थोड़ा सा झुकाया और उस्तरा को सिर के बीच में रख दिया, और मेरे सिर को ऊपर से आगे की ओर टकला करना लगा। उस्तरा दो बार चलने के बाद मेरे बाल जमीन पर गिरने लगे। वह उस्तरा हर दिशा में चलाता रहा और मेरे टकले से बाल जमीन पर गिर रहे थे। मैं टकले हुआ हिसे पर अजीब सनसनी महसूस हो रही थी। नाइ बहुत तेज था। कुछ ही मिनटों में, उसने मेरे सिर को ऊपर से पूरी तरह से टकला कर दिया, और फिर वह पीछे की ओर चला गया। मैं अभी भी उसी स्थिति में बैठा था। वह पीछे खड़ा हो गया और मेरे सिर के ऊपर से नीचे तक फिर से टकला करने लगा। इस बार बाल मेरे पीछे से जमीन पर गिर रहे थे। वह उस्तरा चलाता रहा और उस्तरा के हर वार के बाद मेरा टकला और साफ होता जा तहा था। अब मेरा सिर पूरी तरह से गंजा हो गया था। नाई ने मालकिन से कहा, आप आके देख लीजिये, पूरा टकला करदिया है। मालकिन अपनी कुर्सी से उठी और मेरे पास आई। उन्होंने पहले मेरे टकले गोर से देखा और फिर मेरे टकले सिर पर अपना हाथ फिरने लगी और नाई से मेरे टकले एक बार और उस्तरा फिरने को कहा। मेरा टाकले अभी भी थोड़ा खुरदरा था। नाई ने सेर हिलाया और मेरे टकले पैर एक भर फिर से उस्तरा चलाने लगा। इस बार उसने मेरे सिर के सामने से उस्तरा रखा और उसे पीछे की ओर चलाने लगा। मेरी आंखें बंद थीं लेकिन, मुझे पता था कि मालकिन मेरे सामने खड़ी हैं और मुझे टकला होते देख आनंद ले रही हैं। नाई के फिर से टकला करने के बाद मालकिन ने फिर से मेरे टकले पर अपना हात फिराया। इस बार वह मानगई। फिर नाई ने सारे मुंडेहुवे बाल साफ किए और सफेद कपड़े को खोल दिया। मालकिन ने नाई को पैसे दिए और मैं अपने मुंडा हुए बालो को अपने कपड़ों से झाड़ रहा था। मैडम मेरे पास आईं और बोलीं कि अब मैं यहां बिना किसी डर के काम कर सकता हु और वहां से चली गईं। मुझे टकला करवाकर तीन हफ्ते हो चुके थे। मेरे सिर पैर छोटे छोटे बाल फिर से उगचुके थे। एक दिन मालकिन किचन में आई और मुझे काम करते देखा। उन्होंने मुझसे पूछा कि क्या मुझे यहां किसे बात के तकलीफ तो नहीं है। मैंने मुस्कुराते हुए जवाब दिया के मुझे यहाँ काम करना पसंद है । उन्हें इस सुनकर अच्छा लगा। मैं फिर से अपने काम मैं लग गया, मालकिन अभी भी वहीं खड़ी थी। कुछ देर के बाद, मालकिन ने कहा कि मेरे बाल वापस बढ़ रहे हैं। मैंने कहा कि मुझे पता है, मैं आज ही टकला करवालुंगा। उन्होंने कहा ठीक है, और मुझे घर जाने से पहले उनसे मिलने को कहा।
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