Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 19



Main achanak achha mehsoos karne laga jab maine apni ..,. maa
ko, jo rozana 5 waqt ,,., padhti hai, Gajendra ke maze ke liye ek
khilona ban jaate dekha.



Main chhup kar khada tha, uske ghar ki zameen ke kinare bade bade jhadiyon ke peeche, dil zor zor se
 dhadak raha tha jaise dhol baja raha ho. Uske bedroom ki khidki thodi khuli hui thi, jisse kamre ke
 halke ujaale mein jo kuchh ghinauna hua tha uski jhalak mil rahi thi. 

Meri Ammi Shahida, haath deewar par, jism paseene se chamak raha, seene upar neeche ho rahe the
 Gajendra ke kaam ke zor se. Usne Ammi ko aise liya jaise main kabhi soch bhi nahi sakta tha— pehle uski 
chut mein dhakke maare, itni jaan se ki mera pet mor gaya, deewar se chipka kar uski gaand maari, uski
 siskariyan dheemi goonj rahi thi jab woh gehra andar ghus raha tha. 

Ammi: (peeth deewar se lagi, taangein Gajendra ki kamar ke ird-gird, veil sark raha jab woh zor zor se
 gaand mein dhakke maar raha, chehra sharam aur zyada hone se laal) Ahhh… Gajendra… ab bas… dard 
ho raha… yeh bahut zyada gunah hai… oh, please… 

Gajendra: (siskari ke saath, use aur zor se deewar se chipkata, gehra gaand mein dhakka) Apna yeh pavitra
 muh band rakh, Shahida. Doosra round teri gandi _ tatti wali ched mein— teri chut se bhi zyada
 maza aa raha. Tu jakad rahi hai jaise mere lund par ,,., padh rahi ho. Bet tera shauhar ne yeh ched
 socha bhi nahi hoga. 

Ammi: (tooti hui karah, gaalon par aansu, awaaz kamzor) Mmm… ruk ja… yeh haram hai… mera jism… meri 
rooh… ahh… main barbaad ho gayi… ya Rabb, is gandagi ko maaf kar… 

Gajendra: (achanak bahar nikaala, geeli chatak ki awaaz, mota lund chamak raha, uski faili hui gaand se cum
 tapak raha) Lo… dekho yeh gandagi. Mera Hiindu beej teri pavitra gaand se tapak raha, teri chhoti tatti ke 
tukdon ke saath mila. Abhi se dhoke ki boo aa rahi hai. 

Ammi: (tez saans lete hue jab uski gaand se zor ki geeli thithi nikli, awaaz kamre mein goonji, chehra sharam
 se laal) Oh nahi… nahi… yeh… main bahut maafi maangti hoon… bahut gandi… please mat— 

Gajendra: (buri tarah muskurate, uski taangein alag karke dekhta) Maafi mat maang, chhinal. Yeh to perfect 
tha. Ab dhakel. Jo maine tum mein pump kiya sab bahar nikaal. Dikha tu abaya ke neeche asal mein kaisi gandi
 toilet hai. 

Ammi: (siskari, sir hilaati lekin jism majboor, khud-ba-khud dhakelti) Ahhh… nahi… main nahi kar sakti… yeh
 bahut sharmnaak hai… mmm… 

(Woh dhakelti hai— Gajendra ka mota safed cum bahar aata, chhoti chhoti tatti ke tukdon ke saath mila, dheere 
dheere uski andaruni raanon par tapakta) 

Gajendra: (dheemi hansi) Lo aa gaya. Mera cum aur teri tatti, Shahida. Dekh kaise mil rahe hain— jaise tera 
imaan aur teri randi-pan. Zor se dhakel, sab bahar nikaal, tu gandi munafiq. 

Ammi: (phir dhakelti, sharm se rone ke saath, ek chhota naram tatti ka tukda aakhri cum ke saath geela bahar) 
Oh Khuda… main… main kitni gandi hoon… yeh main nahi ho sakti… ahh… 

Gajendra: (gour se dekhte, awaaz mein nafrat) Bilkul sahi. Phir se bathroom bhaag ja, Ammi. Ja saaf kar yeh 
gandagi jo tune kafir ko gaand marwane aur bharne di. Tu sirf cum ka dabba hai jiske paas ja-,,., hai. 

Ammi: (deewar se dheere girti, taangein kaamp rahi, abaya pakad kar chhupati hui bathroom ki taraf ladkhadati)
 Main… main jaati hoon… maaf kar… mujhe dhoona hai… 

(Woh jaldi se chali gayi, darwaza band ho gaya) 

Gajendra: (ab akela, apne dheele lund ko dekhta jo cum, uski tatti aur geelepan se maila; zameen par uski chhodi
 hui jaali panty uthata) Bechara. Roz paanch waqt ,,., padhti hai, phir bhi mujhe apni gaand ko mera personal 
toilet banane deti hai. (apne gande lund ko dheere dheere uski panty ke beech ragadta, cum aur tatti ko kapde
 mein malta) Lo. Kal yeh apni sharam pehnegi. Apne bacche ke nashte ke waqt meri beej aur apni gandagi uski
 clit par ragadti rahegi. (andhere se hansta) Munafiq milf. Teen round se pehle wapas aayegi jab tak uska 
shauhar hospital se niklega bhi nahi. Yeh sab wapas aati hain. 

Yeh manzar pehle mujhe jam kar gaya, dar aur na-chahiye khushi dono ek saath zeher ki tarah daud rahe the. 

Lekin ab, andhere mein akela, mera haath bina soche pant mein chala gaya. Main dheere se zip kholi, dhaati ki 
awaaz raat ke sannate mein bahut tez lagi, aur ungliyan sakht hote lund ke ird-gird bandh li. 

Manzar dimag mein dohra rahe the: Ammi ki karahen, daba hua lekin saaf, jism uske neeche tedha, badi naram 
gaand ke tukde failte hue jab woh peeche se andar gaya. Main rhythm mein haath chalata raha, ragad se 
sharamnaak garmi badhti rahi. 

Har khinch se khushi aur ghina dono aate the— yeh meri Ammi thi, jisne pyar aur imaan se pala tha, ab mere 
nazron mein yeh ban gayi. 

Jab main tez tez haath chalane laga, saansein chhoti chhoti, jhadne ki tayyari jaise toofan. Aakhir woh aaya, 
garam phuhar zameen par mere paon ke paas, ghutne thode jhuk gaye jab main jhadi ke sahare tika. 

Kuchh palon ki khushi ke baad haqiqat ne sar par waar kiya. “Kya bakwaas kar diya maine?” maine khud se 
fisfisaya, kaampte haathon se zip bandh li. Andar se khud ko bura bhala kehta raha, nafrat ki baarish ho rahi
 thi. 

Yeh koi aam khayal nahi tha; maine apni Ammi ke liye mutth maari thi, usko dekhte hue ki ek mazhab ke bahar 
ka mard uski chut aur gaand dono mein le raha tha. Yeh woh lafz the jo maine khud se kahe: 



Arre haramkhor, mere andar kya kharab hai? Yakeen nahi hota main wahan khada tha, darwaze ki
 daraar se jhaank kar, Gajendra ko meri Ammi Shahida ko sasti blue film ki tarah chodta dekha. Uski karahen
 goonj rahi thi jab woh uska muh bhar raha, uski chut, uski gaand— har ched failata hua jab woh aur maang 
rahi thi. 

Aur main? Bechara ganda insaan ban kar haath mein mutth maar raha, Ammi ke choochiyon ke uchalne aur
 chehre ke masti mein badalne par jhad gaya. Main bada ganda hoon na? Kabhi socha bhi nahi tha itna 
neeche gir jaunga— apni Ammi ko padosi se chudwate dekh kar khada hona. Aisa beta kaisa hota hai? Ek
 bekaar, ganda, gandi soch wala haramkhor. 

Khuda, abhi mujhse nafrat ho rahi hai. Apni AMMI ke liye mutth maarna? Yeh to bilkul galat hai. Woh
 aurat jisne mujhe pala, bacchpan mein meri gaand saaf ki, aur main usko mutth maarne ka samaan bana
 raha hoon. Kisi ko pata chala to thook denge— arrey main khud par thook doonga. 

Main ganda hoon, insaan aur _ hone mein nakam. Kaise mera lund mujhe control kar gaya? Uske
 lund ko muh mein lete, peeche se dhakke khate dekh kar… mujhe chala jana chahiye tha, lekin nahi, main 
chipka raha, tez tez haath chalata raha. Bechara loser, bas yahi hoon. 






Lekin ruk… kaun nahi karta? Matlab manzar itna garam tha— Ammi ka bhara jism Gajendra ke neeche tadap
 raha, veil adha utra, paseene se chamakti chamdi jab woh ched badalta jaise uski personal chudai ki
 cheez ho. 

Koi bhi mard sakht ho jata; yeh to maine plan nahi kiya tha. Usme woh randi wali ada hai, aur woh use itne
 kachche tareeke se daba raha tha… haan, shayad aisa react karna normal hai. Bahaane? Arre kya main 
ab bahaane bana raha hoon? Nahi, sach mein— uski gaand uske ird-gird jakad rahi, geeli thap thap kamre
 bhar rahi. Anjaane mein haath lagana mushkil tha. 

Nahi, band kar, bewakoof! Yeh sab bakwaas hai. Mujhe bilkul nahi karna chahiye tha. Woh meri Ammi 
Shahida hain— koi random chhinal nahi. Khud ko bura kehna kaafi nahi; main iske liye saza ka haqdaar
 hoon. 

Uske chedon ko bharte dekh kar main chhup kar haath laga raha tha? Main sabse neeche ka ganda hoon,
 apne ghar ka gaddar. Agar usne mujhe pakad liya hota? Sharam se mar jata. Abhi bhi marne jaisa mehsoos
 ho raha hai. Main ek janwar hoon— andar se bigda hua aur toota hua. Main khud ko kabhi maaf nahi kar 
paunga iske liye. 





Yeh hadd jo maine paar ki thi, woh maaf nahi ki ja sakti thi— ek bete ki nazar badal kar gandi ho gayi, 
ghar ke muqaddas bharose ko dhoka diya. Main bahut bura mehsoos kar raha tha, bilkul bekaar, jaise meri 
rooh saaf hone se qabil nahi rahi. 

Kaise uski taraf phir se dekh sakta hoon bina un tasveeron ke yaad aaye? 
Uski khushi-dard bhari cheekhen kaanon mein goonj rahi thi, jism Gajendra ki maangon ke aage jhuk raha
 tha. 

Main khud se gehri nafrat kar raha tha— ek bekaar beta, woh deen jo walidain ki izzat sabse upar 
sikhata hai usko dhoka de raha. Kitabon ke lafz dimag mein chamak rahe the: apni Ammi ki izzat karo, 
lekin yahan main usko apni khwahish ka cheez bana raha tha. 

Gunah mere seene ko noch raha tha, saans ruk rahi thi, aankhein aansuon se jalan kar rahi thi. Main un
 gunahgaaron se behtar nahi tha jinhen main judge karta tha; shayad badtar, chhup kar dekhne wala darpok. 

Itni badi nafrat ke bawajood, ek tedhi curiosity mujhe wapas kheench rahi thi. “Bas ek baar aur dekh 
loon,” maine khud ko behkaya, lekin jaanta tha yeh jhooth hai. Main khidki ke paas phir se paas aaya, 
saans roke andar jhaankne laga. Ammi ab bagal wale kamre mein chali gayi thi, shayad bathroom ya
 tayyar hone ki jagah, khud ko sambhalne. 

Usne abhi nahaya tha. 

Kuchh hi pal baad woh bahar nikli, seedhi khadi hokar Gajendra ke bedroom mein wapas aayi. Usne apne
 kapde pehen liye the— ek shaandaar neeli dress jo uske curves ko narmi se chipka rahi thi, saath mein
 milti neeli rumal jo usne sar par adaab se lapeta. 

Kapda kamre ki lamp ki roshni mein thoda chamak raha tha, kuchh minute pehle ki bikheri halat se bilkul
 mukhalif. Gajendra bistar par let kar tha, kamar se neeche nanga, chehre par ghamandi muskurahat jab 
woh use dekh raha tha. 

“Abhi ja rahi ho, Shahida?” usne dheemi aur chhedte hue awaaz mein kaha, ek kohni par sahara le kar. 
“Itna sab kuchh karne ke baad? Aao na, thodi der aur raho. Ek round aur ho sakta hai.” 

Ammi ne rumal theek kiya, chehra thanda aur door, jaise unki taaza qurbat ka koi asar nahi. “Nahi, 
Gajendra. Yeh... jo bhi tha, aaj raat ke liye khatam. Mujhe ghar jaana hai apne ghar walon ke paas.” Uski
 awaaz sakht thi, thodi mayoosi bhari, lekin aankhein uski taraf nahi, dress ke jhurri ko saaf karne par. 

Ammi: (darwaze ke paas khadi, neeli dress mein, veil ko bechaini se theek karti, purse pakde, nazrein
 milane se bachti hui) Main... ab jaana hai, Gajendra. Yeh galti thi. Please, mujhe jaane do. 

Gajendra: (deewar se tik kar, muskurate hue uska raasta thoda rokta, aankhein uske jism par ghoom rahi)
 Oh Shahida, dekho to sahi is neeli dress mein— jaise abhi bhi izzatdaar _ biwi banne ki koshish
 kar rahi ho. Lekin hum dono jaante hain tu barbaad ho chuki hai, na? Har baar chupke aane se gunah aur
 gehra hota ja raha. 

Ammi: (ruk kar, awaaz dheemi aur kaamp rahi, nazrein zameen par) Bas karo... yeh nahi sunna chahti. 
Mera shauhar hospital mein hai, aur main... 

Gajendra: (paas aate hue, awaaz mein mazaak aur zalimiyat) Tera shauhar? Woh kamzor, bimaar buddha 
bewakoof? Woh wahan bekaar pada hai, tujhe khush bhi nahi kar sakta ab. Behtar hai woh mar jaye.
 Kyon nahi chod deti usko, Shahida? Mere saath reh— ek asli mard ke saath jo tujhe randi ki tarah 
karahne deta hai. Tu us sab deendar bakwaas se azaad ho jayegi. 

Ammi: (sir sakht hila kar, purse zor se pakadti) Nahi! Bilkul nahi. Main apne shauhar se pyar karti hoon. 
Woh acche insaan hain, wafadar. Main usko chhod kar nahi jaungi. Yeh... jo bhi hai, ab khatam. 

Gajendra: (dheeme hanste, uske ird-gird ghumte hue jaise shikaari) Wafadar? Aur tu kya? Tune apne
 gunahon se khud ko maila kar liya— mere liye taangein failayi, Hiindu padosi ke liye, jab ,,., padhti thi. 
Apne waade, imaan ko dhoka diya. Lekin sabse bada gunah? Mujhe teri gandi gaand istemaal karne diya. 
Us ched ko soongha jahan se teri tatti nikalti hai. Tu ab sadak ki randi se bhi kam nahi. 






Ammi: (jam kar, gaalon par sharam ki laali, dheemi awaaz mein) Please... aisa mat kaho. Sab galat tha. 
Main bahut sharminda hoon... 

Gajendra: (zor dete hue, awaaz mein nafrat) Sharminda? Achha hai. Honi chahiye. Soch— tera shauhar ne 
kabhi wahan haath nahi lagaya, kabhi tujhe aise neeche nahi giraya. Lekin tune mujhe diya na? Poora waqt
 karah rahi thi, tera jism teri deendari ko dhoka de raha tha. Tu randi hai, Shahida. Munafiq, lund ki
 bhookhi _ randi jo veil ke peeche chhupi hai. 

Ammi: (chup, honth kaat rahi, darwaze ko dekhti, aankhon mein aansu bhar rahe, jawab nahi deti) 

Gajendra: (uski chuppi dekh kar, jeet ki muskurahat ke saath paas) Dekha? Chup hai kyonki sach jaanti 
hai. Dil ke andar yeh be-izzati pasand hai tujhe. Teri chuppi cheekh rahi hai— tu barbaad hone ke liye 
wapas aati rahegi na? Rooh barbaad kar ke asli maza ke liye. Tere bacche agar jaan len unki Ammi 
sirf dhoke wali randi hai to kya kahenge? Ya tera imam? Tu apne zehan mein paththar maar di jayegi. 

Ammi: (awaaz thodi phat kar, phir bhi nazrein na uthati) Main... mujhe ,,., padhni hai. Tauba
 karni hai. Yeh main nahi hoon. 

Gajendra: (haath halka sa pakad kar chhod deta, lafz aur gehre kaat te) Ha! Ab bahut der ho 
chuki. Tune mujhe teri chut marne di, mera maal nigala, aur ab teri sabse chhupi sharam meri
 hai. Tu ab bekaar hai— maili cheez. Tera shauhar shayad tere jaise imaan todne wali kutiya ke
 baghair behtar hai. Ja, apne bimaar bistar ke paas wapas bhaag, lekin poore waqt mera lund
 yaad rahega na? Randi. 

Ammi: (phir chup, kandhe haar maan kar jhuk gaye, chupke se aansu ponchhti) 

Gajendra: (andhere se hanste, akhirkaar raasta deta) Phir chup? Haan, sach jaanti hai. Tu
 toot chuki hai, Shahida. Deendar chehra jo teri lust ke neeche bikhar raha hai. Nikal ja warna 
phir bistar par kheench loon aur yaad dila doon. 

Woh dheeme se hanse, ab poora uth kar baitha, aankhein uske jism par taarif se ghoom rahi
 thi, usko pakda aur chumban kar liya. 






“Main guarantee deta hoon tu poori raat mujhe yaad karegi. Randiyan aise hi karti hain na?
 Bahar se mana karti hain lekin andar se aur maangti hain. Tera jism jhooth nahi bolta— jab
 maine teri gaand li thi, kaise karah rahi thi gehra maangte hue.” 

Uski gaand ke tukde laal ho gaye, lekin woh apni jagah par khadi rahi, haath seene par baandh
 kar. “Usse aisa mat kaho. Aur please, Gajendra, waada karo ki kisi ko nahi bataoge. Mera 
shauhar, mera beta—unhe nahi pata chalna chahiye. Sab barbaad ho jayega.” 

Gajendra ki muskurahat shikaari si ho gayi, dheere dheere sir hilaate hue. “Oh, main aisa 
waada nahi karunga, Shahida. Kyon karoon? Yeh mujhe taakat deta hai. 

Main tujhe aur baar baar chodna chahta hoon—jab chahe. Soch ise mera hisaab: hospital ke bill,
 Hussein ki dukaan bachane se. Tu mujh par qarzdaar hai, aur main vasool karunga.” Woh 
khada hua, confident kadmon se paas aaya, lekin woh peeche hati. 

“Koi blackmail nahi, Gajendra. Yeh galti thi—sirf ek baar ki. Main teri madad ki qadar karti
 hoon, sach mein, lekin main teri khilona nahi banungi.” Uski awaaz thodi kaamp rahi, faisle 
ke neeche dar chhupa tha. 

Usne uski baanh pakadne ki koshish ki, lekin woh jhatak gayi. “Kam se kam ghar tak chhod 
doon. Der ho gayi, sadkein khatarnak hain.” Ammi ne zor se sir hilaaya. “Main mana karti hoon.
 Mujhe chalna hai, dimag saaf karna hai. Teri gaadi mein... aur gandi mehsoos karungi.” 

Woh
 sach mein gandi mehsoos kar rahi thi—kandhe thode jhuke, cheezein jaldi jaldi ikatthi kar 
rahi thi. 

Unke kiye hue kaam us par bojh the, rooh par daag, khas tor par ek deendar _ aurat ke
 liye jo Hiindu mard ke saath ulajh gayi. Aakhri nazar ke baad woh palti aur kamre se nikal gayi, 
darwaza click se band ho gaya. 

Woh raat ke aasmaan ke neeche ghar ki taraf chal padi, sadkein khamosh, sirf kabhi kutta bhonkta
 ya door motorcycle ki awaaz. Main chhayaon mein chhupa, door se dekhta raha jab woh Gajendra
 ke darwaze se nikli, streetlamp ki roshni mein uski parchhai. 

Woh gusse mein chal rahi thi, kadam tez aur iraade wale, lekin chal mein ajeeb si dikkat— thoda 
langdaana, har kadam sambhal kar, shayad dono chedon mein itni gehri chudai se dard. 

Uski badi gaand har kadam ke saath hil rahi thi, neeli dress us par chipki hui, aur main soch raha 
tha Gajendra kitna kismat wala jo is naram, jhukne wale gosht mein ghus gaya. 

Main door se uske peeche chalta raha, kadam chupke, phir achanak paas aa kar jaise ittefaq se. 
“Ammi? Kya tum ho?” main dheeme se bola, hairani ka natak karte hue. 

Ammi: (andheri sadak par tez chalti hui, abaya aur veil theek karti, abhi bhi laali aur uljhi hui,
 zubaan par jaldi dua padhti) Ya Khuda, maine kya kiya... phir se... 

Main: (ped ki chhaya se nikal kar, jaise aam, uske saath chalte hue) Ammi? Hey Ammi, ruk jao! 

Ammi: (thoda uchal kar, aankhein phaili, haath seene par) Tum... tumne dara diya! Itni raat ko
 yahan kya kar rahe ho? 

Main: (muskurate hue, masoomiyat se) Main bas... walk pe tha. Dimag saaf karne. Tum raat ko
 akeli kyon bahar ho? Khatarnak hai. 






Ammi: (aankhein jhapakti, veil phir se theek karti, awaaz thodi kaamp rahi) Main? Oh, main... 
abbu se milne hospital gayi thi. Jaanti ho beta, visiting hours der tak chal gayi. Lekin tum—
kahaan se aa rahe ho? Ghar par padhai nahi karni thi? 

Main: Padhai? Haan, kar raha tha, lekin break chahiye tha. Ghar bhari lag raha tha. Waise, 
abbu kaise hain? Doctor ne kuchh kaha? 

Ammi: (ruk kar, aankhein idhar udhar, aasteen ke kinaare se khelti) Abbu? Woh... um, stable 
hain. Haan, stable. Nurse ne kaha vital theek hain, lekin aur tests chahiye. Kyon poochh rahe 
ho ab? Aur andhere mein aise kyon ghoom rahe ho? Tumhare jaise nahi. 

Main: (kandhe uchaalte, uski taraf dekhte) Nahi pata, bas aise hi. Lekin sach mein Ammi, akeli 
nahi hona chahiye. Agar kuchh ho jaye? Sadkein khamosh hain, phir bhi... 

Ammi: (nervous hasi, kadam thoda tez) Kuchh ho jaye? Nahi nahi, sab theek hai. Main apna 
khayal rakh sakti hoon. Main bacchi nahi. Lekin tum—logon par chhup kar aa rahe ho. Bilkul 
kahaan se aa rahe the? Park se? Ya... kahin aur? 

Main: Kahin aur? Nahi, bas gali ke aas paas. Door se tum dikhi to saath chalne ka socha. Safety
 in numbers, na? Waise hospital kaise tha? Abbu ne kuchh kaha? 

Ammi: (gala khaali karte, awaaz thodi phat rahi) Visit? Thak gaya. Woh zyadatar so rahe the. 
Zyada nahi bola. Doctor ummeedwar hain. Lekin beta, itni raat ko kyon bahar? Teri exams 
aane wali hain. Araam karna chahiye. 

Main: Exams thodi der ruk sakte hain. Mujhe tumhari fikr hai. Tum aaj raat... alag lag rahi 
ho. Khoobsurat, hamesha ki tarah, lekin thaki hui. Sab theek? 

Ammi: (veil ke neeche laal, ek second ruk kar khud ko sambhalti, phir chalti) Khoobsurat? 
Aise mat bolo, bewakoofi hai. Thaki? Haan, hospital ki hawa bhari hai, aur... bus late thi to 
thoda chalna pada. Bas itna. Kuchh zyada nahi. 

Main: Bus late? Hmm, theek hai. Lekin sach mein khoobsurat lag rahi ho Ammi. Yeh veil tum
 par suit karta hai, aankhein chamak rahi hain. Bas keh raha hoon. 

Ammi: (shak se dekhti, dil zor se dhadakta) Aankhein? Bas karo, yeh theek nahi. Aur bus—haan,
 traffic ya kuchh tha. Kyon aise dekh rahe ho? Kya... kuchh ajeeb dekha aaj raat? 

Main: Ajeeb? Kya? Nahi, bas aam mohalle ki cheezein. Kyon, raaste mein kuchh hua? 

Ammi: (jaldi sir hilaati, aankh milane se bachati) Nahi! Kuchh nahi. Bas... raat lambi lag rahi
 hai. Chalo jaldi ghar. 

Main: Pakka abbu theek hain? Unke baare mein baat karte hue thoda uljhi lag rahi ho. 

Ammi: Uljhi? Nahi uljhi. Bas... fikr hai. Uske liye. Aur tumhare liye, aise ghoom rahe ho. Kisi 
ne dekha to? 

Main: Dekha? Hum bas chal rahe hain. Relax Ammi. Sach mein thaki lag rahi ho. Ghar pahunch 
kar araam karna. Chai bana doon? 

Ammi: Chai? Pyara hai, lekin nahi, main sambhal lungi. Bas isha padh kar sona hai. Hospital ki 
roshni se sir dard hota hai kabhi kabhi. Isliye thaki lag rahi hoon. 

Main uske saath chal pada, normal banne ki koshish, lekin andar sharam tezz jal rahi thi. Apni 
Ammi ke saath chal raha hoon jab abhi Gajendra ke saath uski gandagi dekhi— woh kachche,
 khule kaam dimag mein dohra rahe the, mujhe munafiq bana rahe the. Kaise baat kar sakta
 hoon jab maine use nanga, ullanghan, kisi aur mard ke neeche karahate dekha? 

Gunah aur gehra ho gaya, seene par bhari bojh; main apni khushi se sharminda, chhup kar 
dekhne se, woh hadd paar jo kisi bete ko nahi karni chahiye. 

Phir bhi chalte hue main uski badi gaand ko hilte dekh raha tha har kadam, dress ke neeche 
naram uchal, ek sataane wali yaad. Kitni chhinal ban gayi—ya shayad hamesha thi? Nahi, yeh
 soch mujhe aur nafrat dilati thi. Hum dono gunahgaar the ab, raaz se bandhe. 

“Main bas soch raha tha Ammi. Jabir wali sab cheezon ke baad dimag saaf kar raha tha. Fikr 
mat karo—main theek hoon. Waise, Suraj ke ghar ja raha tha unhe milne. Woh daadi ke liye
 madadgar rahe hain yaad hai? Jaldi hi aa jaunga.” 

Woh ruk gayi, mukh kar ke ghoorti hui. Usko pata tha uski maa, daadi Zainab ki Suraj ke saath 
affair, Ammi ne hafton pehle apni maa ko Suraj ke saath chumban karte dekha tha. 

“Suraj ke ghar? Itni raat ko? Bilkul nahi. Raat ke 12 baje hain, aur uska ghar jungle ke paas, bahar
 hai. Agar kuchh ho gaya to? Mere saath ghar chalo—kal din mein mil lena. Teri hifazat pehle, beta.” 

Main dheere se zid ki, shak na hone doon. “Ammi please. Zaroori hai—maine waada kiya tha agar 
paas hoon to milne ka. Chalna door nahi, jaldi hi. Tum jaanti ho Suraj ko; woh ghar wale jaise
 hain. Chandni raat hai, phone hai mere paas. Bas hello bol kar wapas aa jaunga. Bharosa karo?” 

Usne saans li, mere chehre ko dekhti hui, maa wali fikar saaf dikhti thi. "Mujhe pasand nahi,
 lekin... tu ab bada ladka ho gaya hai. Theek hai, ja agar jaana hi hai. Lekin waada kar,
 pahunch kar message kar dena aur nikalte waqt bhi. 

Aur seedha ghar—koi ghumakkad nahi." "Waada, Ammi. Shukriya." Humne jaldi se gale lagaya,
 uski khushboo— jasmine ki perfume aur shaam ki kuchh muski— mere saath reh gayi jab woh 
ghar ki taraf chali gayi. 

Jab main Suraj ke ghar ki taraf chal pada, raasta shehar ki roshniyon se door jungle ki taraf 
mudta hua, andhere mein ghus raha tha. Khud se nafrat phir se kha rahi thi mujhe. 

Main kaisa beta hoon? Ammi ko jhaank kar dekha, uski be-izzati par mutth maari, phir uske
 saamne jhooth bola. Dil hi dil mein gaaliyan di khud ko: "Tu rakshas hai, apne imaan ka naam
 nahi rakh sakta." Gunah aur gehra ho raha tha— ab ,,., kaise padhunga? 

Kya meri salat qubool hogi itne gunahon ke baad? Khud se itni nafrat thi, jaise beinteha gaddha: 
ghar ke rishton ko dhoka, haram khwahishon mein doobna, woh jhaanku ban gaya jo mujhe 
khud ghin aati thi. Phir bhi aage badhta gaya, bungalow nazar aane laga. 

Suraj ka bungalow wahi tha jo pehle dekha tha— sada, ek manzila makaan, safed deewarein, 
tiled chhat, jungle ke kinaare par, shehar ki bheed se door. 

Chhoti baramda belon se bhari, gravel ka rasta darwaze tak. Alag-thalag, ab yeh privacy 
bhayanak lag rahi thi. 

Paas aate hue socha daadi Zainab abhi bhi yahan hogi kya, lekin aqal ne kaha nahi— ab tak 
ghar pahunch kar dada ke saath bistar par hongi. Lekin kuchh ajeeb tha, jism par kaante 
ubhar rahe the; raat bahut shant thi, hawa mein chhupe raaz bhari hui. 






Bungalow ke andar se roshni nikal rahi thi, garam peeli chamak khidkiyon se beh rahi thi itni 
der ke bawajood. Suraj soya kyon nahi? Woh akela rehta tha, chhota dukaandaar, koi ghar 
wale paas nahi. Curiosity— aur woh laanat bhara jhukao— mujhe paas le aaya. 

Chupke se ghooma, pehle baithak ki khidki mein jhaanka. Jhatka laga jaise thappad: zameen
 par daadi ke kapde bikhere hue— safed salwar kameez, sikudi hui phenki hui, andar ke kapde,
 bra aur panty Suraj ki shirt aur pant ke saath uljhi hui. Paas mein pork ka maans plate par,
 greasy aur aadha khaya hua. 

Pork se hairani nahi hui; pehle bhi dekha tha usne haram maans khaya Suraj ke asar mein,
 hamare mazhab ke mana hone ke bawajood. Woh yahan the— ya abhi thodi der pehle the. 

Aur ghoom kar dekha, bedroom ki roshni on thi, ab awaazein aane lagi: karahen aur cheekhen,
 kacchi aur tez. Khidki unchi thi, haath nahi pahunch raha tha, to paas ke jungle se lakdiyan 
ikatthi ki— giri hui daaliyan aur lakdiyan— khatara bhara dhair bana kar chadhne ke liye. 

Dhair mere wazan se hil raha tha, andar se dhup ki halki khushboo aa rahi thi, parda thoda 
khula tha. Poora jhaankne se pehle sambhala, dil zor se dhadak raha tha. 

Aakhirkaar dekha aur dil hil gaya. Daadi Zainab pet ke bal bistar par padi thi, cheekh rahi
 thi aur dard se chehra banati hui, paseena maatha par moti jaise. Dono kamar se neeche
 nange the, Suraj uski peeth par, jism dhakke de raha tha rhythm se. 

Woh uski gaand maar raha tha— woh badi, moti gaand har harkat se hil rahi thi. Turant samajh
 aaya Ammi ka yeh sab daadi Zainab se shuru hua; seb ped se door nahi girta, gunah virasat ki
 tarah chalta hai. Isne Ammi ke Gajendra ke saath girne ki wajah samjha di— seekhi kamzori, 
chhupe khwahish ubhar aayi. 






Saaf tha yeh uski pehli baar thi gaand mein lund lene ki; jaise chadar pakad rakhi thi, cheekhen
 dard zyada khushi se kam, "Suraj, dard ho raha! Dheere kar!" Woh dheere lekin zid se, paas ki 
bottle se tel lagata hua andar kar raha tha. 

Jaanta tha daadi Zainab ne kabhi nahi kiya yeh, hamesha paakizaagi ki baat karti thi, aise 
kaamon ko ghair-fitri aur haram kehti thi. Bedroom mein nishaniyan saaf: nightstand par taza 
lubricant ki bottle, tissues bikhere jaise saaf karne ke liye, jism sakht aur anadi, harkaton mein
 koi aasani nahi. 

Jhatka mujhe sunn kar diya, lekin phir se utsaah jag utha. Lakdi ki kamzori ka dhyaan nahi 
raha, dhair hil gaya. Haath pant mein gaya, lund bahar nikaal kar mutth maarne laga— yeh 
aadat ban gayi thi, gunah ke waqt sharam ud jaati thi. 






Kyon gunah nahi mehsoos? Kyonki haram ka josh sab kuchh sunn kar deta tha, zameer so jata 
tha. Suraj dheere dheere gaand maar raha tha dard kam karne ke liye, fisfisa raha, "Relax, 
Zainab ji. Jaldi acha lagega. Saans le. Pehli baar hai, bas gaand dheeli kar." Socha woh yeh 
kaise kar sakti thi— dada ko dhoka, mazhab ko dhoka, Suraj ke saath. 

Poora haath hilane se pehle lakdi gir gayi zor ki awaaz se, daaliyan bikhar gayi. Ghar ke andar
 goonj gayi jaise bijli giri. Daadi ki awaaz: "Suraj, yeh kya tha? Bahar koi hai!" 

Pata tha unhone sun liya. Ghabrahat mein neeche kooda aur bhaga, pair jungle mein daudte, 
daaliyan chehre par maar rahi thi, jab tak andhere mein surakshit nahi ho gaya. 







Agla din chamakdar subah hua, suraj parde se chhan kar andar aa raha tha jaise raat ke andhere 
ka mazaak uda raha ho. Abbu hospital se ghar aa gaye the, taza aur taaza dikhte hue, rang 
wapas aaya, living room mein akhbaar padhte hue. 

"Main naye aadmi jaisa mehsoos kar raha hoon," unhone nashte par khushi se kaha. Gajendra
 bina bataye aa gaya tha, abbu ki sehat dekhne ke bahane, lekin aankhein Ammi par tik rahi 
thi jo kitchen mein roti aur curry bana rahi thi, khushboo ghar bhar rahi thi. 

Baad mein Ammi chai aur nashta— samosa aur biscuit— tray par lagakar baramde mein le gayi
 jahan abbu aur Gajendra baat kar rahe the. Main andar se dekh raha tha, pet mein ganth. Pata
 tha kuchh hone wala hai; hawa mein tanav tha, raaz behne ko taiyar. 









 

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