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CHAPTER 11


Meri mom ki izzat aur paakizaagi pehli
baar toot gayi hai, mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha






Agli subah ghar ke roz ke lehje mein utri, main dheere utha, kal ke waqiyaat ab bhi dimagh par bojh jaise adhoora khwaab: 

Gajendra ka ghar mein be-sharmi se ghusna, laundry room mein uska hairat angez andaaz, Abbu ki dukaan ke masle ko khud 
paida kar ke "bachaane" ka drama. Neend be-chain rahi, fikr aur shak mein uljha, lekin subah normalcy ki ek patli parat laayi 
jab ghar jaaga. 

Neeche kitchen mein pehle se ronak thi. 

Taaza parathon ki mazedaar khushboo. Ammi jaldi uth gayi thi, dheere gun guna rahi thi un mein se ek narm, dua bhari dhun
 jo kaamon ko halka bana deti, awaaz dheemi aur tasalli bakhsh khamoshi mein. 

Jumma tha, Ammi ka roz ka shopping din—woh routine jo unhe pasand thi, hafte ke liye ghar bharne ka sukoon, taaza 
sabziyan, masale, aur zarooriyat. 

Daadi Zainab waapas nahi aayi thi, mujhe pata tha woh Suraj ke paas hi thi. 

Kal breakfast par zikr kiya tha, subah ki namaaz ke baad nikalne ka plan. Nana Qadir apni sair par roz se jaldi gaye the, thandi
 hawa ke liye utsuk, jabki Daadi Zainab—apne raaz bhare "dost ke paas raat guzaarne" se waapas—aayi thi table sajane mein
 madad, energy kam na hui der raat ke bawajood. 

Parathe dahi aur phal ke sada breakfast ke baad, hafte ke weekend plans par halki baaton ke saath, Ammi khadi hui apni sair
 ki taiyaari ke liye. Unhone vibrant brown silk dress chuni matching scarf ke saath, kapda narm aur pardah waala, creamy 
scarf sar aur kandhon par lachakti hui. 

Ammi jumme ko shopping par ja rahi thi, shopping bag kandhe par latkaaye, aadati lanes se Anarkali Bazaar ki taraf. Sadkein 
hafte ki energy se bhari—rang birange dupatton waali auratein taazi sabziyon par mol tol kar rahi thi. 

Aakhir woh bazaar mein gehra pahunchi, Abbu ke kapdon ke stall ki taraf. Yahaan lanes sanki, chamakti kapdon aur kaari
 kurtion ki racks se bhari, hawa graahakon ki goonj aur kapde kholne ki sarsarahat se. 

Abbu ka stall hala chal mein mustaqil jagah tha, shelves par kurtay tarteeb se, jab unhone bheed mein Ammi ko aate dekha,
 chehra khushi se chamak utha—kal ki fikr ki lakeeron se zyada roshan, rahat bhara. 

"Shahida! Meri pasandida mehmaan," unhone kaha, sur garam aur mazaaqiya jab shopping bag le kar side rakha. "Itni door
 garmi mein aana zaroori nahi—jaanti ho jumma tumhara busy bazaar din. Lekin khushi hui aayi." 

Ammi ko turant kuchh ajeeb laga. Kal Abbu stall nikaalne ki shikayat kar rahe the—naye development ke plan purane bazaar
 hisse ko saaf karne ke, awaaz bojh se bhari jab notice aur rizq ke khatre ki baat ki. 

Ghar par bataya tha, pariwar ki fikr, be-yaqeeni ka bojh. Aaj lekin woh zor se muskuraye, posture aaraam se, aankhon ya sur
 mein woh bojh ka nishaan nahi. Ammi ki pareshani badhi jab woh thoda aage jhuk kar, awaaz neeche ki jab woh paas aaye. 

Ammi: [muskurate paas aate] Assalamu alaikum. Aaj achhe mood mein ho. Gun guna bhi rahe. Kal ghar aaye jaise duniya 
khatam ho gayi. 

Abbu: [mud kar, chamakte] Wa alaikum assalam! Haan, kal andhera tha, lekin aaj… khush hoon sab badal gaya. 

Ammi: [bag neeche rakhte, pareshan] Badal gaya? Kaise? Keh rahe the landlord ne sirf ek mahina diya… 

Abbu: [ab bhi zor se muskurate, kurta saaf fold karte] Bilkul. Tha. Aaj subah ek aadmi stall par aaya—achha insaan, rehmdil. 
Dusre dukandaaron se eviction ki baat suni. Madad ki offer. 

Ammi: [bhaun utha kar] Madad kaise? 

Abbu: [khush, lagbhag josh se] Kaha nayi jagah ka deposit aur pehle kuchh mahine ka rent cover karega. Stock shift ka 
kharcha bhi. Kaha uske liye kuchh nahi, padosi padosi ka khayal rakhein. 

Ammi: [palak jhapka kar, stool par dheere baithte] Ajnabi ne itna offer? Aise hi? 

Abbu: [halki hansi] Poora ajnabi nahi. Hamara naya padosi—kuchh hafte pehle aaya. 

Ammi: [dil dhak se, chehra neutral] Padosi…? 

Abbu: [khush sar hilate] Haan haan. Lamba aadmi, hamesha cigarette, kaali car. Bahut shist. Kaha ilaqa pasand, achhe log rahen. 

Ammi: [awaaz dheemi] Kaun sa padosi khusoosan…? 

Abbu: [ungliyan chataak kar yaad karte] Naam… G… Ga… Gaj… ruk, Gajendra! Haan, Gajendra. Naam bhool gaya tha. 

Ammi: [dil zor se dhadka, chhoti zabardasti muskurahat] Gajendra? 

Abbu: [zor se muskurate] Bilkul! Jaanti ho? 

Ammi: [jaldi, khud sambhalte] Main… lane mein dekha hai. Hose leak hone par madad ki thi, yaad hai? Tum dukaan par the. 

Abbu: [khush] Ah, haan! Dekha? Pehle se madadgar. Aur ab yeh. ,.' ne sahi waqt bheja. 

Ammi: [kapdon ke dher ko dekhte, soch daudti—Gajendra ki be-sharm baatein, haath, living room ki garmahat, kal raat aaina]
 Haan… achha kiya. 

Abbu: [utsauk dekh kar] Chup ho gayi. Sab theek? 

Ammi: [wapas, halki muskurahat] Haan, bas… hairaan. Naye se itna bada ehsaan. 

Abbu: [phir khush] Dil achhe se bade ehsaan. Waise, tumne zyada baat ki us se? Naam tezi se pehchaana. 

Ammi: [chaturai se, shaant] Zyada nahi. Bas aate jaate salaam, aur woh hose waala waqia. Lagta sab se dostana. 

Abbu: [taareef se sar hilate] Dostana aur sakhi. Subah sau baar shukriya kaha. Kaha rizq bacha liya. 

Ammi: [dheere, ab bhi process karte] Bahut… meherbaani unki. 

Abbu: [haath par thapki] Dekha? Darwaza khul gaya. Ab nayi jagah dhoondh sakta hoon bina pareshani. 

Ammi: [awaaz mein zabardasti garmahat] Sach mein. 

Abbu: [phir utsauk] Soch mein lag rahi. Pakka kuchh nahi? 

Ammi: [tasalli muskurahat] Bilkul nahi. Bas tumhare liye khush. Hamare liye. 

Usi pal, jaise waqt saath de raha ho, baat shuru hue kuchh minute hi, Gajendra kurtion ki rack ke peeche se nikla, aasaan 
confident muskurahat ke saath jaise kapde dekh raha tha. Abbu ka chehra aur chamka, utsukta se ishaara karte hue jaise 
masaala aaya. 

Abbu: [turant dekh kar, khushi se bada muskurahat] Assalamu alaikum, Gajendra bhai! Arre wah, kya khushi ka ittifaq! 
Aao aao yahan! 

Gajendra: [muskurate, dheere cigarette kheench] Wa alaikum assalam. Bazaar ghum raha tha, tumhara stall dekha, socha 
ruk kar haal poochh loon apne pasandida kapde bechne waale ka. 

Abbu: [graahak tezi se nipataya, khush khush rukhsat, counter se daud kar] Pasandida? Tum mere hero ho, Gajendra bhai! 
Dost aur raazdaar! [khali haath mazbooti se pakda, garam shake aur thodi der pakde izzat mein] Ab bhi shukriya kaise ada
 karoon subah ke liye. Kandhon se itna bojh utaar diya. 

Gajendra: [sharmaati muskurahat, dhuya side] Arre bhai, kuchh bada nahi. Padosi padosi ka khayal rakhein—bas. 







Abbu: [aankhen chamak] Kuchh bada nahi? Poora business bacha liya! Pariwar ka pet! Log sirf meethi baatein karte, lekin 
tum—amal kiya. [josh se Ammi ki taraf] Shahida, paas aao—hamare naye padosi Gajendra ji ko yaad hai na? Woh jo bagal 
mein aaye. Gajendra bhai, yeh meri biwi Shahida. 

Ammi: [dil seeney mein dhadka, hairaan, jism thoda mud kar nazar neeche, haath saamne jode] Assalamu alaikum… 

Gajendra: [nazrein thodi der tikaa kar, sur narm garam] Wa alaikum assalam, Shahida ji. Kuchh baar mulaqaat ho chuki, hai 
na? [seene par mudhi nazar, halki jaan kar muskurahat] Aur samajhta hoon—achhi '. khawateen ghair mardon se haath
 nahi milaati. Tumhari riwayat ki izzat. Bilkul bura nahi maana. 

Ammi: [aankhen thodi utha kar pal bhar mili, maathe par halki bhaun, phir tezi se neeche] 

Abbu: [poori tarah be-khabar, ab bhi chamakte shukr se] Abhi chai mangwaata hoon—bazaar ki sabse achhi. Gajendra bhai, 
aaj se jo bhi chahiye—shirt, kurta—ghar le jaao. Yeh stall utna tumhara jitna mera. 

Gajendra: [qahqaha, cigarette se raakh jhaadte] Itna door nahi jaana. Bas madad kar ke khushi hui. Aur agar aur kuchh
 chahiye—behtar jagah dhoondhna, stock shift, landlord se baat—main hoon. 

Abbu: [haath jod kar] Suno isse, Shahida! Itni sakhaawat. Subah kaha tha, phir kehta hoon—umeed waapas di. Sab khatam 
hone ko tha. 

Gajendra: [Ammi par pal bhar nazar, phir Abbu par aasaan muskurahat] Tumhari madad sada hai, bhai. Jab tak tumhare ghar
 ki sabse achhi cheez enjoy kar sakoon—woh narm, garam, poori tasalli jo sirf tumhara ghar deta—sab perfect rakhunga. Koi
 masla, main sambhal loonga. 

Abbu: [zor se hanste, kandhe par thapki] Bilkul bilkul! Hamara darwaza hamesha khula! Ghar ki tasalli—chai, khaana, baith 
baat—tumhari kabhi. Ab jaise bhai ho! 

Ammi: [gaal jal rahe, poori tarah chhupa matlab samajh—woh “narm, garam, poori tasalli” asal mein unka jism. Chehra thoda 
side, honth patle, dil tezi se] 

Gajendra: [halki smirk, dheera kheench] Bas yeh sunna tha. Phir kuchh bhi, kabhi bhi gin sakte ho. Din ho ya raat. 

Abbu: [utsuk sar hilate] Alhamdulillah! Aur kya maang sakta insaan? Shahida, kitna achha? Itna achha padosi. 

Ammi: [dheemi, control] Haan… achha. 

Abbu: [Gajendra ki taraf] Batao bhai—meri pareshani itni jaldi kaise suni? 

Gajendra: [aasani se] Bazaar mein baat tezi se phailti. Dusre dukandaar ne zikr kiya. Socha—achha aadmi kyun pareshan 
ho jab madad kar sakta hoon? 

Abbu: [sar hilate taareef] Dil sona. Sona. 

Gajendra: [Ammi par phir pal bhar nazar] Jo theek lage karta hoon. Aur jaise kaha… tumhare ghar ka inaam motivation se 
zyada. 

Abbu: [zor se muskurate] Jab chahe chai ya khaana—aa jaana. Shahida lane ki sabse achhi biryani banati. 

Ammi: [zabardasti chhoti shist muskurahat, Gajendra ki nazar se bach kar] 

Gajendra: [dheemi, makhmali awaaz] Pakka karti hogi. Tumhare ghar ke sab khaas cheezon ka maza lene ko be-sabr. 

Abbu: [phir hanste] Dekha? Pehle se visit plan! Yahi achhe padosi. 

[Gajendra shist sar hilata, aakhri kheench leta, Abbu ke saath nayi stall jagahon par baat jaari jabki Ammi chup, be-zaroorat 
kapde theek karti, dil ab bhi dhadakta teenon ke beech hawa mein latke chhupe matlab se.] 

Usne saaf keh diya tha ki woh koi affair nahi chahti, na koi na-chaahi tawajjoh, lekin woh maanta hi nahi tha. Yeh aadmi meri 
ammi ka peecha kar raha tha lagta tha, har thodi der baad "ittifaq" se raaste mein aa jaata, jo bilkul jaanbujhkar lage. Mujhe
 bilkul pasand nahi tha woh ammi ko aise dhyaan de raha tha—zid bhara, tez, unhe asahaj karne waala apni lambi nazron 
aur chhupe taarifon se. 

Lekin aaj, stall ke masle mein madad karne ke baad, ammi ko shaant rehna pada aur shist rehna, apna gussa pee kar aman 
banaye rakhne ke liye. Unmein thodi jhijhak thi, muskurahat shist lekin majboor. 

Abbu sirf madadgaar, rishta daar padosi dekh rahe the—ek meherbaan ajnabi jo museebat mein aaya aur rizq bacha liya. 
Woh Gajendra ki taareef kar rahe the "barkat, asli gentleman," andhe us stalking, ishaaron, chhupe chhuano se. 

Ammi ne 
poori baat nahi batayi, Abbu ko bojh nahi dena chahti thi ya jhagda khada kar ke stall ki suraksha khatre mein nahi daalna 
jo ab Gajendra ki "madad" par thi. Abbu jaldi bharosa kar lete the, sirf achhe natije par dhyaan. 

Dopahar baad mein, stall par Abbu ke saath, Gajendra ne bahana banaya Eid guzar gayi kuchh hafte pehle aur naye padosi 
hone ke naate tyohaar miss kiya, to pariwar ko gifts dena chahta hai. 

"Mujhe bura lag raha itni der se aane ka," unhone aasani se kaha, sur sakhi. "Uska harjaana kar doon—ghar ke liye mithaai,
 ladke ke liye khilone. Shahida bhabhi, mere saath chalo dukaan; paas hi achhi hai. Tum madad karogi chunne mein." 

Abbu ne turant qubool kiya, khush ho kar. "Kamaal ka idea, bhai! Jao, Shahida. Bahut meherbaani Gajendra ji." 

Ammi andar se bhaun chadha rahi thi, saaf saazish par nazar sanki, lekin Abbu ke saamne be-aawaazi ke liye shaant rahi, 
zabardasti shist sar hila kar. "Agar zid hai... lekin gifts ki sach mein zaroorat nahi." 

"Mera maza hai," Gajendra ne garam zid ki. "Chalo—zyada der nahi lagegi." 

Main us shaam ammi aur Gajendra ke bilkul paas paas follow kar raha tha, chupke se, shak mujhe dekhne par majboor 
kar raha. Abbu khush khush rukhsat kar rahe the, be-khabar. 

Us raat woh unhe alag alag jagah le gaya—pehle mashhoor mithaai ki dukaan se taaza gulab jamun aur barfi ke dabbe, 
phir khilone ke stall se mere liye cricket set, sab ke saath ammi se mohalle aur pariwar ki halki baatein. Main har jagah 
follow karta raha, bheed mein ya dukandaaron ke peeche chhup kar, meri neeli jumper shaam ki parchaaiyon mein ghul 
kar bazaar ki roshniyan jalte hue. 

Gajendra: [dheere cigarette kheench kar, nazar daal kar] Tumhara shauhar bharosa karne waala aadmi hai. Itni der tak 
apni sundar biwi ko mere saath shopping bhej diya. Stall madad ke baad sach mein mujhe saint samajhta hai. 

Ammi: [sur narm aur nap tul] Woh tumhare achhe kaam ko dekh raha. Isliye bharosa. Mazaaq mat udao, Gajendra ji. 
Sirf gift ke liye yahan hain. 

Gajendra: [muskurate] Theek. Lekin aise sadak ki roshni mein saath chalna... achha lag raha. Shaant. Lagbhag romantic. 

Ammi: [sur shist] Sirf ghar ki sair. Romantic kuchh nahi. Log dekh len to baatein banaayenge. 






Gajendra: [kandhe uchaal kar] Baatein bana len. Main to tumhari baat karna chahta. Aaj raat tumne sundar cheezein chuni
—cream plates gold rim waali. Elegant choice. Tumhari style se match—bahar sada, andar ameer. 

Ammi: [chhoti shist sar hilai] Table par achhi lagegi. Bachche bhi pasand karenge. 

Gajendra: [sur neeche] Plates ki hi baat nahi kar raha. Tum jaanti ho. Tumhare baare mein sochna band nahi kar pa raha, 
Shahida ji. Tum kaise chalti ho, gusse mein bhi kitni dheemi baat... chhod nahi pa raha. 

Ammi: [gehri saans] Baar baar kehte ho. Lekin sapna dekh rahe ho, Gajendra ji. Main shaadi-shuda. Khush. Yeh shopping 
bhi kabhi zyada lagti. Shauhar ne ijazat di tumhari meherbaani ki wajah se, lekin aisi baatein unhe pasand nahi aayengi. 

Gajendra: [qahqaha] Woh yahan nahi. Aur tum ab bhi mere bagal mein chal rahi. Kuchh to kehti hai. 

Ammi: [shist se] Kehti hai main shist rehne ki koshish kar rahi. Sirf itna. 

Gajendra: [halki chhed] Shist... kal jab laundry room mein chhupaya. Achhi pardah waali aurat ghar mein aadmi 
chhupaaye. Sochne par majboor karta kitni gehri yeh shist. 

Ammi: [kadama rok kar ek pal] Main ne shaadi aur pariwar ki izzat bachane ko chhupaya. Kuchh encourage karne ko 
nahi. Mat moro isse. 

Gajendra: [dheere sar hilate] Theek, morna band. Mausam ki baat karein. Thandi raat, hai na? Sair ke liye achhi. 

Ammi: [rahat se topic badalne par] Haan… garam din ke baad hawa achhi. 

Gajendra: [kuchh shaant kadmon ke baad] Jaante ho, main bahut jagah raha. Zyada der nahi tikta. Lekin yeh lane... 
alag. Tumhari wajah se. 

Ammi: [dheere] Lane aam hai. Galat wajah se mat ruko. 








Gajendra: [streetlight ke neeche ruk kar, mud kar] Galat wajah? Tum jaise aurat chaahna saalon mein sabse imaandaar 
wajah. 

Ammi: [dheere chalti rahi] Imaandaar ho ya na, mumkin nahi. Main shauhar ya deen se dhokha nahi doongi. 

Gajendra: [aasani se paas] Aaj raat dhokhe ki baat nahi. Sirf maan lo hum donon mein kuchh hai. 

Ammi: [shaant lekin mazboot] Hum donon mein sirf yeh bag aur ghar ka raasta hai. 

Gajendra: [dheemi hansi] Zid karne waali. Pasand hai. Lekin kal ki baat phir... jab laundry room mein dhakka diya,
 tumhari cheezon ke saath kuchh minute akela mila. 

Ammi: [sakht] Gajendra ji… 

Gajendra: [sur neeche, be-sharm] Tumhari dhuli nahi panties upar thi. Narm cotton. Uthaayi, saamne waala hissa—teri 
choot waala—chehre par lagaya. Namkeen, garam—teri niji khushboo. Socha kitni meethi aur geeli hogi wahan. 

Phir ammi aur Gajendra paas ke hotel mein coffee peene gaye, mujhe nahi pata ammi itni shist kyun thi. Lagta tha yeh 
aadmi Abbu ki madad kar raha tha sirf ammi ke paas aane ke liye, meri paak ammi ke. 

Jabir ne beech mein call kiya. "Yaar, meri girlfriend Rani ghar par hai! Jaldi aa—hum teenon video games khelein. Milna 
zaroori—woh kamaal ki hai." 

"Awesome lagta," maine text kiya, "lekin pariwar ke kaam mein phansa. Kal aata hoon—waada, bina mere shuru mat 
karna." 






Gajendra: Shahida ji, jaise keh raha tha kal jab tum ne laundry mein chhupaya dhule kapdon ke beech, maine teri sab 
gandi panties soonghi, 

Ammi: [chalna rok kar, chehra safed ghairat se] Kaise kar sakte ho? Yeh ghinauna se bahar. 

Gajendra: [be-asar, aankhen chamak] Kya karta Shahida? Peeche waala hissa bhi soongha—aur tez, paseena bhara, din 
ki thodi gandagi. Woh khaam, gaand waali boo aur garmahat mila kar. Teri sundar gaand din bhar kapde mein qaid... 
gehra soongha. Din bhar us panty mein faghi thi kya? 

Ammi: [awaaz kaamp ti, lekin shist control] Yeh sabse ghinauna sawaal. Tumne mera ghar, privacy... sab muqaddas
 cheez ullanghan kiya. Aakhri warning—aisi baat kabhi mat karna. Meri cheezon ya soch ke paas kabhi mat aana. 

Gajendra: [halki kandhe uchaal] Sirf bata raha jo mehsoos kiya. Mard jo aurat chahta hai uska sab chahta—saaf hisse aur 
gande. Mujhe khaas kar teri gandi jagah pasand, peeche waali, saamne waali nahi, samajh rahi ho? 

Ammi: [tezi se chal di, sur shaant lekin mazboot] Tumhe mera koi hissa kabhi nahi milega. Na saaf, na ganda. Shauhar 
ki madad meherbaani thi, lekin mujh par ya jism par haq nahi deti. 

Gajendra: [paas paas, sur narm] Pata hai. Lekin teri boo poora din saath rahi. Aur chaahne laga. 

Phir baad mein, main detective jaise dekh raha tha. Jaldi hi restaurant se nikle aur kahin chal diye jahan mujhe nahi pata.
 Us raat chhupi jagah se dekhta raha, shaant lane ki parchaaiyon mein ghutne tek kar, neeli jumper thandi hawa mein
 lapet kar bazaar ki ronak se door. 










Ammi: [kadama dheeme karte, dheemi roshni waali gali mein bechain idhar udhar dekhte] Gajendra ji… mujhe kahaan
 le ja rahe? Yeh ghar ka raasta nahi. Yeh jagah nahi jaanti. 

Gajendra: [sur shaant tasalli] Relax, Shahida ji. Sirf dukaanon ke peeche chhota shortcut. Koi log nahi, shor nahi. Minute
 mein main lane par. Raat ko is taraf surakshit—bharosa karo. 

Ammi: [jhijhak, peeche mudi roshni ki taraf] Theek... lekin tezi se chalen. 

[Woh gali mein pahunche jahaan thodi chaudi, sadak se poori chhupi. Gajendra ruk kar deewar se tika. Ammi ek kadam 
door ruki.] 

Ammi: [cigarette notice karte] Paas itna mat piyo. Boo tez hai. 

Gajendra: [aakhri dheera kheench, muskurate phenka] Tumhare liye kuchh bhi. Dekha? Gayi. 







Gajendra: [thoda paas, nazrein dheere ghumaa kar] Yahan aise khade... chandni mein aur sundar lag rahi. Skin chamak
 rahi. Aur gardan—itni mulayam, elegant. Sochta rehta hoon honthon ke neeche kitni narm hogi. 

Ammi: [sur narm, kaanp rok te] Gajendra ji… aisi baat nahi karni. 

Gajendra: [dheemi, garam] Kyun nahi? Tumhare honth hamesha perfect—poore, narm, jaise chakhne ke intezaar mein.
 Aur kurta seene par khinchta saans ke saath... woh breasts itne poore, bhare, upar neeche. Perfect mutthi. 

Ammi: [saansen tezi, nazar neeche] Please… 

Gajendra: [aur paas] Aur kamar—itni patli phir phailti poori stri kamar mein. Teri gaand... gol, narm, bhari. Chalte waqt
 natural hilti. Har kadam haath badhaane ko kehti garam kitni. 

Ammi: [gaal gehre laal, dheemi] Zyada kehte ho… theek nahi. 

Gajendra: [narmi muskurahat] Sirf shabd, Shahida ji. Lekin jism sun raha. Saansen tezi ab. Andar woh chhoti garmahat..
. aankhon mein dekh raha. Desired mehsoos ho rahi, hai na? Itne arse baad koi har sundar inch notice kar raha. 

Ammi: [nigal kar, garmahat rok te] Main… jaanti hoon tum mujhe zyada chahte ho. Lekin yeh nahi ho sakta. 

Gajendra: [dheemi qahqaha] Nahi sakta? Ya dar lag raha kitna tum bhi chahti ho? Dekh—andhere mein mere saath khadi
, dil tezi se. Main road par zid kar sakti thi, lekin mere peeche aayi. 

Ammi: [dheemi] Peeche isliye aayi kyunki surakshit kaha. Sirf itna. Aur bharosa kiya lekin ab shakki lag rahe ho. 

Gajendra: [thoda paas] Surakshit... aur shaant. Baat ke liye perfect. Batao—aakhri baar kab kisi mard ne kaha teri figure
 perfect? Teri breasts kitni inviting, kamar pakadne ke khwaab? 

Ammi: [thodi kaamp] Koi aise baat nahi karta. Aur nahi karni chahiye. 

Gajendra: [dheere] Lekin sunna pasand hai. Aankhen narm padti jab kehta hoon. Jism thoda paas jhukta. 

Ammi: [side dekhte] Der ho rahi. Ghar jaana chahiye. Bachche sochenge. 

Gajendra: [tasalli] Waqt ki fikr mat. Car se ghar chhod doonga. Gali ke end par park hai. Paanch minute, darwaze tak.
 Akeli andhere mein nahi. 

Ammi: [jhijhak] Car... theek. Lekin sirf ghar. Sidha. 

Gajendra: [muskurate] Sidha ghar. Waada. Lekin yeh pal... ek baat aur. Teri peeche—woh poori narm gaand—har baar
 aage chalti dekh ta rehta. Jaise chhed rahi. Garam, bhari, haathon ke liye perfect. 

Ammi: [saans atak] Gajendra ji… ruk jao. Asahaj kar rahe. 

Gajendra: [narm sur] Asahaj... ya josh? Gaal jal rahe. Yahan se garmahat mehsoos ho rahi. Itni achhi '. aurat. 

Ammi: [dheemi] Dono, shayad. Lekin galat jeet raha. Sach mein jaana chahiye. 

Gajendra: [dheere paas, ungliyan gaal par] Jaane se pehle ek chhota chumban. Un meethi honthon ka maza jo khwaabon 
mein. 

[Ammi dheere chehra mod di, naraz nahi—sirf jhijhak, honth thode khule, taarif ab bhi kaanon mein.] 

Gajendra: [gaal ke paas dheere] Mod mat. Safe ho. Sirf hum. Mehsoos karo kitna chahta hoon... kitna chaahi ja rahi ho. 

Ammi: [lagbhag dheere] Yeh khatarnak... 

Gajendra: [ungliyon se narmi se waapas muda] Khatarnak kabhi achha lagta. 

[Woh honth dabaye—pehle halka test. Ammi ek dhadkan sakht, phir narm, honth thode khul gaye.] 






Gajendra: [thoda peeche, dheere] Dekha? Perfect... 

Ammi: [saans phooli, palak jhapakti] Hum... rukna chahiye... 

Gajendra: [phir pakda, ab gehra] Shh… thoda aur. Swarg jaise maza. 

[Woh pal bhar jhijhki phir poori wapas ki, honth bhookhe jaise, haath seene par halke.] 

Ammi: [phir alag, dheemi kaamp] Yeh galat... koi dekh... 

Gajendra: [turant phir chuma, shabd kaat te, beech mein dheere] Koi nahi... sirf hum... achha mehsoos karne 
do... 






Woh phir haar maani, ab jazbaati chumban, jism paas. Uske haath dheere upar, kurte par poore breasts pakde,
 anguthe kapde par halke. Woh muh mein siski lekin paas dabayi. 

Haath neeche sarake, kamar ke curve par, phir peeche gaand ko mazbooti se pakda—narm bhari maas dabaya, 
kheench kar paas. Ammi ki saans tez atak, chumban aur tez, ungliyan shirt mein guthi jaise andhera unki dheemi tezi ki 
awaazein chhupa raha. 

Main hairaan tha ammi ko Gajendra se chumte dekh—honth halki streetlight mein milte, tezi ka pal, uske haath kamar
 par kheenchte. 

Woh sach mein unhe baar baar taarif ki thi jab tak kamzor na pad gayi, shabd aasaan aur zid bhare: "Shahida, tum 
kamaal ho—itni sundar, mazboot. Koi tumhe jaise main nahi dekhta; shauhar khushnaseeb lekin poori qadr nahi karta." 

Mujhe kuchh soojh nahi raha—poori hairat, jism jam, dimagh khaali manzar khulte hue. Phir ammi tez alag hui, daant 
te aankhon mein gussa chamka. 

"Kya kar rahe ho?" woh hiss ki, sur dheemi lekin tez. "Mujhe dhoka diya—kaha sirf pariwar ke gifts. Yeh chumban?
 Baar baar mana kiya!" 

Gajendra shaant raha, be-sharmi be-asar muskurate. "Shahida, chalo—tumne bhi mehsoos kiya. Baaton mein woh 
chingari, paas jhukna. Tum bhi chahti thi jitna main." 

Ammi tang aa gayi, chehra gusse se laal. "Chahti thi? Waham hai. Yeh haraam—har level par galat. Mera deen, shaadi
—door raho!" 

Woh jaane muddi, lekin woh dheere pukara. "Tum maan jaogi." 







Ammi ne mud kar jawaab diya. "Kabhi nahi. Ek baat: mere pariwar se door raho." Phir chali gayi, tezi se raat mein. 

Gajendra ki nazrein uski badi gaand par atki rahi jaise door ja rahi, har zid bhare kadam mein hilti. "Jaldi," khud se 
andheri muskurahat ke saath. "Yeh jism jaldi mera hoga." Ammi chalti rahi, sar ooncha, usse ansunna karte. 






 

[Rozina Khan]

Really extraordinary update

[Shuchorita]

Very much sweet and interesting update ?

[The Lumpen]

Excellent writing ✍️