Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

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Hum usi dheemi, aasaan andaaz mein baat karte rahe.

Unhone mujhe un auraton ki kahaaniyan sunayi jinhone kasam khai thi ki kabhi dhokha nahi dengi, phir bhi ek hafte ke andar unke soye kamre mein ghutnon ke bal baith gayi thin. Main sunta raha, aadha hasi aadha bechain, jabki peeche door-darshan dheemi awaaz mein chalta raha. Thodi der baad main utha.

“Main paani laata hoon,” maine kaha. “Tumhe chahiye?”

“Nahi. Agar bottle mile to le aana.”

Maine apna mobile sofa ke gaddi par unke bilkul paas chhod diya aur rasoi mein chala gaya.

Ghar abhi bhi purane sambhog aur cigarette ke dhuen ki mahak le raha tha. Maine fridge khola, thandi bottle nikali, aur do glass bhare.

Mere peeche door-darshan chalta raha, lekin main samajh sakta tha ki Uncle ka dimag abhi bhi kahin aur tha—abhi bhi us purple saree aur us aurat par jo aag ke paas naach rahi thi.

Tabhi mera mobile baja.

Teekhi, jaani-pehchani tone ne kamre ko cheera. Maine Uncle ki awaaz suni, “Tumhara mobile.”

“Main uthata hoon,” maine rasoi se jawab diya, abhi bhi paani daalte hue.

Maine kuch aur second liye, geele glass ko kapde se ponchhte hue. Us chhoti si der mein Uncle uthe. Unhe bathroom jana tha aur mobile bilkul unke raste mein pada tha.

Jab woh sofa se guzre to screen aati call se chamak uthi. Woh wallpaper jo hamesha meri Mummy ke call aane par dikhta tha—unki ek saaf tasveer, pichhle saal ek parivaar ke function mein li gayi.

Woh muskurati thin, baal ek kandhe par gire hue, blouse ka neckline itna neeche ki unki chuchiyon ka naram oopar ka golai dikhta tha, wahi bhaari aakar jo kuch hi ghante pehle purple saree ke neeche hil raha tha.

Uncle ruk gaye.

Woh chamakte screen ko ghoorne lage. Jo chehra unhe dekh raha tha, wahi chehra tha jise unhone rangili dhool aur aag ki roshni ke paar dekha tha. Wahi aankhein, wahi bharpur honth, wahi shareer jise unhone pehle hi chode jaane layak decide kar liya tha.

Ek pal ke liye unhe yakeen hi nahi aaya. Woh thode jhuke, mobile uthaya, aur usko aur kareeb laaye, jaise kuch inch zyada se tasveer badal kar kisi aur ki ho jaayegi.

Nahi hui. Caller ID par likha tha “My Lovely Mom” aur tasveer bilkul waisi hi rahi.

Main rasoi se jaldi wapas aaya, dono glass haathon mein, kinaron se abhi bhi paani tapak raha tha. Unhe mere mobile ko ungliyon mein pakde khade dekh kar main ruk gaya.

“Tum itna kyon ghoor rahe ho?” maine poocha.

Unhone jawab nahi diya. Unki aankhein screen par atki rahi. Kuch unhe saaf tang kar raha tha; wahi aasaan vishwas gayab tha, uski jagah ek sakht, lagbhag hairan khamoshi ne le li thi.

Maine glass neeche table par rakhe, aage badha, aur unke haath se mobile le liya. Unhone bina rok-tok ke chhod diya. Maine swipe karke uthaya.

“Hello, Mummy.”

Unki awaaz garam aur aam si aayi. “Tum kahan ho? Der ho rahi hai.”

“Ek dost ke yahan. Sab theek hai?”

“Tumhare Papa kal safar par ja rahe hain. Doosre shahar mein zameen ke kaagazon mein kuch samasya hai. Woh do hafte ke liye bahar rahenge. Abhi ghar aao aur unka samaan pack karne mein madad karo. Woh chahte hain aaj raat hi sab taiyar ho jaaye.”

“Do hafte?”

“Haan. Vakil ne aaj shaam call kiya. Unhe subah wahan hona hai. Der mat karo.”

Hum ek aur minute baat kiye—keys, spare bag, aur dawaiyon ke baare mein aam maa-bete wali baatein.

Uncle poora waqt kuch foot door khade rahe, abhi bhi mujhe dekhte hue, abhi bhi aise jaise unke neeche zameen hil gayi ho. Jab main aakhir mein call kaat chuka to unhone turant kaha.

Main: (Mummy se call khatm karne ke baad mobile abhi bhi haath mein garam tha. Maine use sofa ke paas chhoti table par ulat kar rakh diya. Uncle poora waqt screen dekh rahe the jab woh baja, aankhein us tasveer par atki thin jo chamki—Mummy us naram safed saree mein muskurati hui jo hamesha unki profile picture thi.)

Uncle thode aage jhuke, cigarette adhi honthon tak.

Uncle: Tumhare mobile par jo aurat thi… jab abhi baja. Tasveer wali. Kya woh tumhari Mummy hain?

Maine unhe dekha. Sawal ajeeb laga, jitna hona chahiye usse bhari. Unhone unhe ghar ke saamne sau baar chalte dekha tha. Unhone haath hilaya tha. Phir aise kyon pooch rahe hain, jaise abhi-abhi kuch notice kiya ho?

Main: Haan. Wohi hain. Kyun?

Unhone turant jawab nahi diya. Lambi kheench li, aankhein abhi bhi kahin aur, shayad deewaron ke peeche.

Uncle: Woh… jaani-pehchani lagti hain. Aaj raat se. Holi ke maidan se.

Main: Kaise jaani-pehchani?

Uncle: Safed saree wali aurat. Jo aag ke paas thi. Jo dhuen ke gehri hone par bhi naachti rahi. Tum jaante ho kaun.

Mere pet mein thoda tanaav hua. Main pehle se jaanta tha, bilkul. Mainne tabhi jaan liya tha jab woh aag ke paar itni tezi se ghoorne lage the. Lekin unhe muh se kehte sunna abhi bhi ajeeb laga.

Main: Ruko… kaun? Tum bilkul kis aurat ki baat kar rahe ho?

Uncle: Safed wali. Purple wali nahi, bhaari gehnon wali nahi. Woh saadi safed saree jo har baar ghumne par roshni pakad leti thi. Jab rang phenkne ke liye baahen uthati thin to woh hips par kaise baithti thi. Unke chalne mein jo bojh tha. Wohi.

Main ek second chup raha, unhe dekhte hue. Unki awaaz aur dheemi ho gayi thi, jaise mujhse zyada khud se baat kar rahe hon.

Main: …Woh meri Mummy hain.

Unhone ek baar dheere se palkein jhapkayi, phir chhota sa sar hilaya jaise pehle se jaante hon aur sirf shabdon ki tasdeek chahiye thi.

Uncle: Haan. Tasveer dekhte hi soch liya tha. Wahi chehra. Kapde ke neeche wahi shareer. Khade hone ka wahi andaaz.

Woh sofa mein peeche jhuk gaye, lekin aankhein tez rahi.

Uncle: Tum jaante ho… us bheed ke paar se bhi woh alag dikhti thin. Jab hawa pakadti to saree kaise chipakti thi. Jab thoda jhuk kar aur gulal uthati thin to unka poora aakar. Woh chuchiyaan… bhaari, naram-si, jo hanste waqt hilti hain. Aur unki gaand—jab unhone aag ki taraf peeth ki aur safed kapda us par tan gaya… main nazar nahi hata paya. Mainne kai auratein dekhi hain, kai ko paise dekar liya hai, lekin yeh… kuch alag. Jaise kapda unhe dhakne ka dikhawa kar raha ho.

(Mere seene mein wahi ajeeb tanaav phir se mahsoos hua. Wahi jo pehle tab hua tha jab woh unhe bina jaane ghoor rahe the. Ab unhe pata tha. Aur woh abhi bhi aise baat kar rahe the.)

Main: Tum meri Mummy ke baare mein aise baat kar rahe ho jaise woh sadak ki koi aurat ho.

Uncle: (chhoti, sukhi muskaan) Main woh bata raha hoon jo maine dekha. Aur kuch nahi. Shaadi neeche ke shareer ko nahi badalti. Itni bani hui aurat… itni naram, itni bhari… woh dimag mein rehti hai chahe tum chaaho ya na chaaho.

Unhone apni gardan ke peeche haath phera, lagbhag bechain se.

Uncle: Agli baar unhe mera salaam keh dena. Bas… padosi wala. Aur kuch nahi.

Main unhe dhyan se dekh raha tha. Woh abhi bhi un gehri sochon mein the, wahi jo tab thi jab main tyohaar ke baad pehli baar aaya tha. Kandhe sakht. Aankhein thodi zyada kisi khali jagah par atki. Kuch alag tha, lekin woh saaf usko daanton ke peeche dabaane ki koshish kar rahe the.

Main: Tum theek ho? Wapas aane ke baad se chup ho. Jaise dimag kahin aur ho.

Uncle: (sar hilate hue, awaaz halki karne ki koshish) Bas thake hue. Holi ka dhuen phepdon mein baith jaata hai. Kuch nahi.

Woh achanak uthe, baahen oopar utha kar tanaye. Unke patloon ke saamne abhi bhi ek halka, ziddi outline tha.

Uncle: Bathroom jana hai. Ek minute mein aata hoon.

Woh chhote corridor se chale gaye. Mujhe darwaza band hone ki awaaz aayi. Ghar shaant ho gaya, sirf purane ceiling fan ki naram gungunahat aur bahar door se bache hue patakhe.

Main sofa par baitha raha, unke shabdon ko ulat-pulat kar. Unhone unhe kaise bayan kiya tha—itna detail, neeche se itna bhookha—aur phir achanak “unhe mera salaam keh dena” jaise yeh duniya ki sabse aam baat ho. Woh kuch chhupa rahe the. Main mehsoos kar sakta tha. Woh nahi chahte the main jaanun woh dilchaspi kitni gehri hai. Abhi nahi.

Kuch minute guzar gaye. Shayad zyada. Phir bathroom ka darwaza khula aur woh wapas aaye, chehra thoda laal, aankhein thodi saaf, shareer ki bechaini ek darja kam. Woh phir sofa par gir pade, doosri cigarette ki taraf haath badhate hue.

Main: Wahan itni der kya kar rahe the?

Uncle: (cigarette jalate hue, meri taraf nahi dekhte) Peshab. Chehra dhoya. Aag ki garmi abhi bhi jild par baithi hai.

Main: Peshab se zyada der lage.

Uncle: (dhuen chhodte hue, awaaz sthir) Kabhi-kabhi aadmi ko bas ek minute akele dimag saaf karne ki zarurat hoti hai. Bas itna. Isme kuch mat banao.

Woh sofa ke gaddi se sar peeche jhukaye, aankhein aadhi band.

Uncle: Main so raha hoon. Agar rehna ho to raho, lekin aaj raat ki baat khatm.

Main unhe kuch aur second dekhte raha. Woh sach mein aur kuch nahi kehne wale the. Jo kuch unke andar jal raha tha jab woh meri Mummy ko Holi ki aag ke paar ghoor rahe the, jo kuch unhone us bathroom mein akele karke shaant kiya, woh usko phir se band kar rahe the.

Main: Main ghar ja raha hoon. Mummy ne call kiya. Woh chahti hain main bahut der hone se pehle wapas aa jaun.

Uncle: (pehle se hi ek taraf karwat lete hue, awaaz gaddi mein dabi) Haan. Jao. Aur… unhe mera salaam keh dena. Jaise maine kaha.

Main utha, mobile jeb mein dala, aur darwaze ki taraf chala. Ghar ki bhaari mahak—sambhog, purani khushbu, cigarette ka dhuen—mere peeche shaant, rangile dag-lage gali mein aayi.

Mere peeche, Uncle sofa par rahe, pehle se aadhe soye hue, ya kam se kam dikhawa karte hue.

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CHAPTER 6



Ghar wapas aane par packing bedroom ke aam peele roshni ke neeche jari rahi. Papa shirts ko usi savdhaani se fold kar rahe the jaise koi aadmi pehle se do hafte door rehne ka bojh mehsoos kar raha ho. 


Maine unhe moze, zameen ke kaagazon ka chhota leather folder, aur reading glasses ka extra joda diya. 

Mummy kamron ke beech ghoom-ghoom kar chai laati thin aur unhe blood-pressure ki goliyon ki yaad dilati thin. Rasoi se pyaaz aur jeere ke talne ki mahak aa rahi thi, garam aur jaani-pehchani. 

Main ek pal ke liye darwaze par khada hua aur andar dekha. Woh chulhe ke paas khadi thin, ek tight purple satin dress mein jo har curve se chipki hui thi. Patli straps unke kandhon mein thodi dab rahi thin. 

Kapda unki bhaari chuchiyon par tan kar phir unki gaand ke dramatic ubhaar par girta tha, jahan sabse zyada khichta wahan satin chamakta. Unke lambe kaale baal, naram blonde roshniyon se rangin, peeth par latakte the. 

Woh dheere, aadat se ek bartan hila rahi thin, har baar ghumne par dress hilti aur chamakti. Kyunki Papa poore do hafte ke liye bahar ja rahe the, soch bina kisi warning ke aa gayi. 

Wahi shareer Uncle ke neeche, wahi purple satin oopar dhakela hua, wahi bhaari chuchiyaan azaad, wahi dominating gaand us tarah jhuki hui jaise DVD ki auratein jhukti thin. 








Main ghoorta raha. Jab woh neeche jhuk kar namak ke liye bottom drawer kholne lagi to dress oopar uth gayi aur unki full round gaand ka bojh patle kapde se dhakelne laga. Main nazar nahi hata paya. 

Papa ki awaaz kitchen ke darwaze se kaat kar aayi. 

“Tum kya ghoor rahe ho? Aao suitcase mein madad karo. Zipper phir atak gaya hai.” 

Maine palkein jhapkayi, chehre mein garmi uthne lagi. “Kuch nahi. Bas… khane ki mahak.” 

“Phir wahan murti ki tarah khade mat raho aur yeh trousers pack karo. Main subah paanch baje nikal raha hoon.” 

Main bedroom wapas aaya aur haathon ko kapdon par majboor kiya. Purple satin aur jhuke aakar ki tasveer humare bags band karne aur tickets check karne ke poore waqt meri aankhon ke peeche rahi. 

Us raat ghar aam si shaanti mein sama gaya. Main apne bed par darwaza band karke leta, aur Uncle ki ek DVD player mein daali. Film mein ek sundar, bhari shareer wali aurat ko ek mazboot, mote kandhon wale aadmi le raha tha. 

Woh usko sakhti se chod raha tha, hips peeche kheenchta, failata, bharta jab woh karah rahi thi. Turant hi chehre badal gaye mere dimag mein. 

Aurat meri Mummy ban gayi. Aadmi Uncle ban gaya. Maine tasveeron ko dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin woh rahi. DVD aur Uncle ki baaton ne jo neeche wale vichar mere andar baithaye the unke bawajood bhi, koi ziddi hissa abhi bhi nahi chahta tha meri Mummy ko kisi doosre aadmi ke saath sochna. 

Woh hamesha sirf Papa ki thin. Yeh soch aisi line lagti thi jise kabhi paar nahi karna chahiye. Phir bhi tasveerein aati rahi. Maine haath shorts ke andar daala aur sahlaate hue screen ki chamak dekhta raha. Main hasthmaithun karne laga. 

Fantasy film ki asli awaazon se mil gayi jab tak main apne pet par zor se jhal nahi gaya, saans tez, aankhein band. 

Baad mein sharm bhaari baith gayi. Mainne khud ko saaf kiya aur player band kar diya, khud se kehte hue ki yeh phir nahi hoga. 

Baad mein patli deewar unke bedroom se jaani-pehchani awaazein laayi. Mummy aur Papa sambhog kar rahe the. Gadda chichakta. Papa ke chhote karahte uthte-girte. Mummy naram awaazein karti thin jo sahi waqt par uth ti thin, woh chhote moan jo woh hamesha karti thin. 

Ab mujhe farq pata tha. Woh savdhaan, nap-tol ke, unhe santusht karne ke liye the, khud ke liye nahi. 

Woh phir se dikhawa kar rahi thin, unhe woh ant de rahi thin jo unhe do hafte ke liye jaane se pehle chahiye tha. Jab khatm hua to khamoshi jaldi laut aayi. Woh santusht nahi hui thin. Kabhi nahi hoti thin. 

Subah dhundhli aur jaldi aayi. Papa mere uthne se pehle hi nikal chuke the. Raat ki thakaan haddiyon mein baithi thi. 

Main kitchen mein gaya aur Mummy ko ek chamakti peeli saree mein paaya, geehri laal pallu ke saath. 





Kapda unki kamar aur hips par tightly lapeta hua tha, laal kinara har harkat par unki gaand ke bhaari golai ko frame karta. Unhone chulhe se oopar dekh kar bhaun tedhi ki. 

“Tum thake hue lag rahe ho. Kya bilkul nahi soye?” 

“Zyada nahi,” maine kaha. 

“Tumhare Papa paanch baje nikal gaye. Taxi time par aa gayi. Baitho. Nashta taiyar hai.” 

Unhone mere saamne plate rakhi—toast, ande, poha ka bowl—aur chai daali. 

Jab main kha raha tha maine mobile check kiya. Uncle ke nau missed calls. 

Messages ki ek line poochti thi kya woh nashta ke liye aa sakte hain, kehte the woh pehle se kareeb hain, unke paas kuch zaroori baat hai. Main screen ko lambi der tak dekhta raha, phir Mummy ki taraf dekha. 

Main: Tum jaanti ho… kal raat Holi mein. Tumne bahut accha naacha. 

Mummy: (thodi muskurati hui) Tum dekh rahe the? 

Main: Bilkul. Sab dekh rahe the. Tum… khush lag rahi thin. Safed saree tum par suit karti thi. 

Mummy: Bas sangeet tha. Aur aag. Main saalon se aise nahi naachi. 

Main: Dikha. Tum azaad hil rahi thin. Doosri buain jaisi sakht nahi. 

Mummy: Bas karo. Mujhe sharm aa rahi hai. 

Main: Main serious hoon. Kai log tumhe dekh rahe the. Sirf casually nahi. 

Mummy: Mujhe dekh rahe the? Kyun? 

Main: Kyunki tum alag dikhti thin. Tum kaise ghumti thin, saree kaise hilti thi… logon ne notice kiya. 

Mummy: (dheere se) Tum badha-chadha kar keh rahe ho. 

Main: Nahi. Mainne dekha. 

(Woh mere plate par ek aur paratha rakhti hain, ab zyada chup.) 

Mummy: Shukriya. Arre kal raat, aag bujhne ke baad tum apne dost ke ghar bahut der tak rahe. 

Main: Haan. 

Mummy: Yeh dost kaun hai? Aajkal tum wahan baar-baar jaate ho. 

Main: Uncle Vivek. Do ghar aage wale. 

Mummy: Vivek? Woh lambe jo kabhi-kabhi apne gate par khade hote hain? 

Main: Haan. Wahi. 

Mummy: Main unhe zyada nahi jaanti. Woh colony ke meetings mein kabhi nahi aate. 

Main: Woh apne aap mein rehte hain. Akele. Na biwi, na bacche. Sirf woh us ghar mein. 

Mummy: Akele? Itne saalon se? 

Main: Haan. Woh… shaant hain. Lekin mere saath acche rahe hain. 

Mummy: Aur tum wahan itni der rehte ho? 

Main: Kabhi-kabhi bas baat karte hain. Kal raat unhone kuch poocha. 

Mummy: Kya? 

Main: Unhone poocha kya woh kabhi aa sakte hain. Nashta ke liye. Sirf ek baar. Unhone kaha woh zyada nahi pakaate aur ghar ka khana hamesha waisa hi hota hai. 

Mummy: (ruk kar) Yahan? Hamare ghar? 

Main: Haan. Sirf nashta. Aur kuch nahi. 

Mummy: Mujhe nahi pata, beta. Woh ajanabi hain. Mainne unse kabhi theek se baat bhi nahi ki. 

Main: Woh ajanabi nahi hain. Woh hamare padosi hain. Aur akele hain. Yeh bas shista charan hoga. 

Mummy: Phir bhi… tumhare Papa yahan nahi hain. Yeh thoda… 

Main: Yeh sirf nashta hai, Mummy. Subah ka time. Main poora waqt yahan rahunga. Agar tum nahi chahti to zyada baat nahi karni. Bas jaise mujhe serve karti ho waise unhe. 

Mummy: Agar yeh aadat ban gayi to? 

Main: Nahi banegi. Ek baar. Unhone bas poocha. Agar tum sach mein nahi chahti to main mana kar sakta hoon. 

Mummy: (table par neeche dekhte hue) Mujhe nahi pata kya kahun. 

Main: Haan kaho. Woh bure nahi hain. Aur unhone humein saalon se dekh rakha hai. Yeh kuch ajeeb nahi. 

Mummy: Tum sure ho? 

Main: Sure hoon. Please. 

Mummy: …Theek hai. Unhe bata dena woh aa sakte hain. Lekin sirf ek baar. Aur sirf nashta ke liye. 

Main: Theek. Main bata dunga. 

Mummy: Aur tum poora waqt hamare saath rehna. Kahin mat jaana. 

Main: Rahunga. Promise. 

Maine reply bhej diya. Bees minute baad doorbell baja. Uncle andar aaye, neela shirt aur grey trousers pehne, wahi aasaan muskaan jo logon ke saamne lagate hain. 

Mummy aage aayi. Unhone sitting room ke beech mein haath milaya, unki peeli saree unke geehri kapdon ke khilaaf chamakti, unke kangan naram se khanakte. 

Maine unke hatheliyon ke chhote se sparsh ko dekha aur kal raat wala mila-jula garmi aur bechaini mahsoos ki. 







Main: Woh aa gaye. Main darwaza kholta hoon. 

(Main kholta hoon. Uncle wahan khade hain simple neela shirt aur grey trousers mein, baal abhi thode geele. Woh kal raat se shaant lagte hain, lekin aankhein mere guzarne ke second hi andar chali jaati hain.) 

Main: Mummy, yeh hain Uncle Vivek. Do ghar aage se. 

Mummy: (dining table ke paas khadi, thodi anishchit) Oh… namaste. 

Uncle: Shobha ji. Suprabhat. 

(Woh aage badhte hain aur haath badhate hain. Mummy aadhe second ke liye hichkichati hain—woh aadmiyon se haath nahi milati, door ke rishtedaron se bhi nahi. Phir woh apna haath unke haath mein rakh deti hain.) 

Mummy: Suprabhat… 

(Unki ungliyan unke haath ke aas-paas band ho jaati hain. Woh turant nahi chhodte. Handshake jitna hona chahiye usse lamba chalta hai—teen poore second, phir char. Unka angutha unke haath ke peeche ek baar phisalta hai pehle ki woh aakhir mein chhoden. Main dekhta hoon woh apna haath thoda jaldi kheench leti hain, gaal halka gulabi.) 

Main: (dheere se, zyada tar khud se) Woh kisi se haath nahi milati… 

Uncle: (abhi bhi unhe dekhte hue) Mainne aapko gate se kai baar dekha hai, Shobha ji. Lekin hum kabhi theek se nahi mile. 

Mummy: Haan… main… main aapka chehra pehchanti hoon. Please, baithiye. Nashta taiyar hai. 

(Woh table ki taraf mudti hain. Subah ke liye pehni thin cotton night-saree chhati par halki chipki hai. Uncle ki aankhein ek saaf second ke liye unki chuchiyon ke naram aakar par kapde ke neeche girti hain pehle ki woh unhe phir uthayein aur main unke liye khichi kursi le lein.) 

Uncle: Shukriya. Ghar acchi mahak raha hai. Ghee aur kuch meetha. 

Mummy: Bas simple parathe aur dahi. Kuch khaas nahi. 

Uncle: Simple behtar hai. Main saalon se akele kha raha hoon. Koi bhi ghar ka pakaya hua khaas lagta hai. 

(Woh baithte hain. Jab woh aage jhuk kar unke saamne plate rakhati hain, saree ka neckline bas itna neeche jhuk jaata hai. Unki nazar harkat ka peecha karti hai—unke chuchiyon ke oopar ke golai par, unke beech ki halki chhaya par—pehle ki woh khane par neeche dekhein jaise kuch hua hi na ho.) 

Main: Uncle Vivek zyada nahi pakaate. Isliye maine poocha kya woh aa sakte hain. 

Mummy: (abhi bhi khadi, thodi ghabrai hui) Koi takleef nahi. Theek se khaiye. 

Uncle: Shobha ji, aap bhi baithiye. Khade-khade serve mat kariye jaise main bahar ka mehman hoon. 

Mummy: Theek hai. Main aadi hoon. 

(Woh lamp band karne ke liye mudti hain jo kal raat galti se chala reh gaya tha. Saree unke hips par tan jaati hai jaise woh chalti hain. Uncle unki kamar ke dheere sway aur unki peeche ki full roundness ko lambi der tak dekhte hain, phir chamach uthate hain jaise sirf table dekh rahe hon.) 








Uncle: Aapke bete ne bataya aapne kal raat Holi mein naacha. Aag ke paas. 

Mummy: (wapas baithte hue) Woh bahut baat karte hain. Bas thodi der ke liye tha. 

Uncle: Jahan main khada tha wahan se thoda nahi lag raha tha. Aap bahut azaad hil rahi thin. 

Mummy: (naram hanssi, thodi sharmindagi) Sangeet tez tha. Sab hil rahe the. 

Uncle: Har koi ek jaisa nahi dikhta tha. 

(Woh dheere se kehte hain. Unki aankhein ab unke chehre par hain, lekin jab woh table ke paar meri taraf aur dahi dene ke liye haath badhati hain to phir gir jaati hain. Kapda unki chhati par ek second ke liye tight khich jaata hai. Is baar woh nazar nahi chhupate.) 

Main: Khao, dono. Parathe thande ho jayenge. 

Mummy: Haan… khao. 

Uncle: Shobha ji, khana bahut accha hai. Jo mainne mahinon mein banaya usse behtar. 

Mummy: Aap bas shistachar dikha rahe hain. 








Uncle: Main nahi. Jab aurat apne haathon se pakati hai to swad alag hota hai. Khaas kar koi jo… apne ghar ka dhyan aise rakhti ho jaise aap. 

(Woh turant jawab nahi deti. Aakhir mein woh uske saamne stool par baith jaati hain. Khidki se subah ki roshni unke kandhe aur gardan ki naram line par padti hai. Uncle ki aankhein dheere-dheere wahan jaati hain, phir neeche, unki saans ke uthne-girne par saree ke neeche ek shaant second ke liye rukti hain pehle ki woh wapas apne plate par dekhein.) 

Mummy: Aapka ghar hamesha shaant rehta hai. Main kabhi kisi ko aate-jate nahi dekhti. 

Uncle: Sirf main hoon. Bahut din se. 

Mummy: Kabhi-kabhi khali mehsoos hota hoga. 

Uncle: Hota hai. Isliye aisi subah alag lagti hai. 

(Woh ek aur nip lete hain, lekin unka dhyan baar-baar bhatakta rehta hai—unke ungliyon ka chamach pakadne ka tarika, unke kalai ki chhoti harkat, jab woh thoda aage jhukti hain to unki chuchiyon ka table ke kinare se naram dabna. Kuch tez nahi. Kuch aisa nahi ki woh notice karein. Sirf itna lamba ki main saaf dekh sakun.) 

Main: Aur chai, Uncle? 

Uncle: Haan. Shukriya. 

(Mummy phir uthti hain daalne ke liye. Jab woh karti hain, Uncle ki aankhein unke peeche se poore aakar ka peecha karti hain—patli kamar, patle kapde ke neeche unke hips ka bhaari golai, pallu ka thoda fisalna aur unka jaldi theek karna. Woh tabhi nazar hataate hain jab woh cup le kar wapas mudti hain.) 

Mummy: Yeh lo. 

Uncle: Shobha ji… aane dene ke liye shukriya. 

Mummy: Theek hai. Aap hamare padosi hain. 

Uncle: Phir bhi. Bahut log aise aadmi ko nahi bulate jo akele rehta ho. 

(Woh muskurate hain, chhoti aur savdhaan. Unki nazar is baar unke chehre par rehti hai, lekin uske peeche garmi abhi bhi hai—shaant, control mein, aur bilkul zinda.) 

Mujhe nahi pata tha ki mujhe gussa aana chahiye jaise Uncle Vivek unke shareer ko ghoor rahe the. Mere ek hisse ne uth kar unhe kahin aur dekhne ko kehna chahta tha. 

Doosra hissa, jo posters, panty aur raat ki film se bana tha, bas dekhta raha aur wahi neeche wali garmi mehsoos karta raha jisne mujhe pichhli raat khatm karaya tha. 

Main utha. “Mujhe apne kamre se kuch chahiye.” 

Main chhote corridor se chala, darwaza peeche band kiya, aur intezar kiya. Phir maine kitchen mein ek teekhi awaaz suni aur woh meri Mummy ki awaaz thi. Mujhe nahi pata kya hua. Phir main kitchen ki taraf dauda. 

Sitting room khali tha. Uncle sofa par nahi the. Main kone se muda aur unhe kitchen se saath nikalte dekha. Mummy unke baazu par thodi jhuki hui thin. 

Woh unke kohni aur kamar ke neeche haath pakde the, unhe sambhalte hue jaise woh oonchi shelf ke liye haath badhate waqt fisal gayi hon ya kuch morda ho. Unki peeli saree thodi bigdi hui thi. 

Unka haath zarurat se kai second zyada un par raha. 







Yeh pehli baar tha jab maine kisi doosre aadmi ko meri Mummy ko is tarah pakde dekha—unke bojh ko sambhalte, unki ungliyan unki kamar ke naram maans par, unka shareer balance ke liye unki taraf muda hua. 

Jab unhone mujhe dekha to dono ne oopar dekha. 

“Maine awaaz suni,” maine kaha. “Aap theek hain?” 

Mummy ne chhoti, sharmindagi bhari muskaan di. “Maine masale ke jar ke liye bahut oopar haath badhaya aur stool hil gaya. Uncle ne girne se pehle pakad liya. Kuch nahi.” 

Uncle ka haath aakhir mein unse hata. Woh peeche hat gaye, lekin unki aankhon ka nazar nahi badla tha. Unke haath unki kamar pakde hue the. Mujhe yeh dekhna pasand nahi aaya. 

Wahi nazar jo aag ke paas thi, jo us pal thi jab unhone mere mobile par unki tasveer ghoori thi, jo un lambi minuteon mein thi jab unhone bataya tha ki har aurat ko kaise moda ja sakta hai. 

Woh ab hamare ghar ke andar the, aur Papa chauda din ke liye bahar the. Woh mere paas se guzre lekin woh unhe kahan le ja rahe the? 

 

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[Mehtab_]

CHAPTER 7




Woh unhe bedroom nahi le gaye. Unhone kaha ki woh sitting room mein hi rehna chahengi, bedroom bahut niji lagta hai, abhi bhi sirf unke aur Papa ka hi jagah. 

Uncle ne koi bahas nahi ki. Unhone bas sar hilaya, unhe sofa par baithaya, aur kaha ki pet ke bal let jaayein taaki woh unki takhne ke aas-paas bandage usi tarah baandh sakein jaise doctor ne dikhaya tha. 

Woh fail gayin, peeli saree hilti hui, unki gaand ka bhaari golai thoda oopar uthte hue jaise woh settle hui. 

Kapda dono gaalon par tight khich gaya. Woh sofa ke end par ghutnon ke bal baith gaye aur patli bandage unki neeche ki pindli aur takhne ke aas-paas lapetne lage, ungliyan dheere kaam karti hui. 







Main kuch foot door khada tha aur rok nahi paya. Main hansa. 

“Phir se, Mummy? Tumne pichhle hafte bhi usi stool se pair takraya tha.” 

Unhone sar ghumaaya, chehra gaddi ke khilaaf aadha chhupa. “Unhe yeh mat batana.” 

“Unhe pehle se pata hai,” maine kaha. “Uncle, woh har doosre din yahi karti hain. Hamesha wahi drawer, hamesha wahi kona.” 

Uncle bandage se oopar dekhe aur muskuraye. “Kya yeh sach hai, Shobha-ji? Aap hamesha usi takhne ko chot pahunchati hain?” 

Mummy ki awaaz chhoti aayi. “Har din nahi hota. Stool purana hai. Woh fisalta hai.” 

Main jaari raha. “Pichhle mahine doosra pair tha. Usse pehle bathroom mein girne wali thin. Uncle ko yahin rehna chahiye aur har baar pakadna chahiye.” 

Uncle hansse, geehri awaaz. “Mujhe unhe pakadne mein koi dikkat nahi.” Unhone bandage ek aur ghumaya. “Mujhse behtar floor se.” 

Mummy ne ek shaant, sharmindagi bhari awaaz ki. “Tum dono ruk jao. Yeh hasi ki baat nahi.” 

“Thodi to hasi ki hai,” maine kaha. “Ghar mein sirf tumhi ho jo furniture se ladti ho aur haar jaati ho.” 

Uncle meri taraf dekhe, abhi bhi muskurate hue. “Woh ziddi hain. Mainne dekha hai. Takhna soojha hua hone par bhi woh pakana-safai karna chahti hain jaise kuch hua hi na ho.” 

“Woh aisi hi hain,” maine jawab diya. “Papa unhe yahi kehte the. Woh kabhi nahi sunti.” 

Woh kaam karte hue baat karte rahe. Main unke haathon ko kapde aur unki pindli ki jild par hilte dekhta raha. Har baar jab woh aaram ke liye hilti thin saree thodi oopar uth jaati aur unki gaand ka poora, gol bojh aur saaf ho jaata. 

Uncle ki aankhein wahan ek se zyada baar giri. Unhone chhupaya nahi. Woh usi tarah ghoore jaise apne ghar ke posters ko ghoorte hain, jaise Holi ki aag ke paar unhe ghoora tha. Mummy ko yeh khulasa mehsoos hua hoga. 

Unhone ek haath se pallu neeche kheenchne ki koshish ki taaki gaand chhupaye, lekin pet ke bal hone se mushkil hua. Peela kapda dono gaalon par tan kar raha, laal kinara unke beech ki silwat ko frame karta. 

Tabhi Uncle ki nazar unke shareer se ek second ke liye hati aur mujh par padi. Unhone mere patloon ka ubhaar dekha, mera lund sakht ho gaya tha. Main unki gaand dekh raha tha jab woh bandage baandh rahe the, aur mere shareer ne waisa hi reaction diya jaise us raat jab main un dono ke baare mein soch kar khatm hua tha. 

Bechaini turant aur gehri ho gayi. Usi pal maine unke patloon ke saamne bhi waisa hi ridge dekha. Woh bhi sakht the. Bilkul. Woh usi bhaari, satin-dhaki gaand ko dekh rahe the, usi aurat ko jise unhone pehle hi chode jaane ka faisla kar liya tha. 

Mummy, abhi bhi munh neeche, kuch mehsoos kar gayi hongi. Unhone sar thoda uthaya aur mujhse unki taraf, phir wapas dekha, unka chehra bhramit, jaise samajh nahi aa raha ki mere aur Uncle Vivek ke beech us shaant second mein kya guzra. 

Hum dono seedhe hue. Uncle ne gale saaf kiya aur bandage par wapas aa gaye. Maine haath jebon mein daal diye aur deewar dekhne laga. Unhone aakhri gaanth baandhi, phir seedhe uthne ki jagah, unki gaand ke sabse oonche golai par apni hatheli rakh di aur ek mazboot, pakka thapki di, jaise koi aadmi ghode ya furniture ko thapki de jise usne abhi kaam khatm kiya ho. 








Awaaz naram lekin saaf thi. Unka haath zarurat se thoda zyada raha, ungliyan peele kapde par faili, neeche ke maans ki garmi aur narmi mehsoos karti hui. 

Mummy nahi hili. Unhone kuch nahi kaha. Unhone hataya nahi. Lekin mujhe unke kandhon ka tanaav pata tha, unki ungliyon ka sofa ki gaddi mein simatna. Unhe unki gaand par aise haath lagna pasand nahi aaya. Yeh pehli baar tha kisi doosre aadmi ne unke us hisse ko chhua. 

Pehli baar Papa ke alawa kisi ne unki gaand par haath rakha. Yeh jaankari mere seene mein garmi ki tarah baithi. Maine use neeche jaate mehsoos kiya, wahi gandi garmi jo pichhli raat mujhe jhalne par majboor ki thi. 

Us din se Uncle har dopahar ghar aane lage. Woh khane ke baad kisi bahane se aate—akelapan mehsoos hona, Papa ke chhode zameen ke kaagazon ka sawal, bazaar se mithai ka packet. 

Woh Mummy ke saath groceries ke liye jaane lage. Main unhe gali mein saath chalte dekhta, dono sabzi aur phal ke plastic bags uthaye, woh halki neeli saree mein jo hips se chipakti, woh safed shirt mein sleeves lapete hue. 








Woh bina pooche bhaari bags le lete. Woh pyaaz ke daam ya dukandaar ke hamesha kharab tamatar dene ki chhoti si joke karte, aur chahe woh rokne ki koshish karti, has padti. 

Awaaz pehle himmati se aati, phir aasaan. 

Shuru mein unhe yeh lagataar maujoodgi pasand nahi thi. Woh kitchen mein dheemi awaaz mein mujhe kehti ki Uncle Vivek bahut baar aa rahe hain, log baat karenge. Lekin unhone jab woh fisli to madad ki thi. 

Unhone bandage theek se baandha. Unhone bhaari chawal ka bor seedhiyon par uthaya jab unki takhna abhi dard karti thi. Dheere-dheere virodh patla hota gaya. Woh unhe accha insaan, kaam ka insaan dekhne lagi, koi jo Papa ke na hone par khali ghanton ko bhar deta. 

Kuch din baad, Uncle Vivek aur main unke ghar mein the. Unhone us pal ki baat uthayi jab unhone us din mera sakht dekha tha. 

Main: Tum tab se muskura rahe ho jab se main baitha. 

Uncle: (cigarette jalate hue, sofa par peeche jhukte) Main us dopahar ko yaad kar raha tha. Jab tumhari Mummy ka pair chot lag gayi. 

Main: (farsh dekhte hue) Tum woh kyun uthaye ja rahe ho? 

Uncle: Kyunki woh mere dimag mein reh gaya. Woh cot par pet ke bal leti hui thin, saree ghutnon tak uthaya hua taaki main bandage baandh sakun. Tum wahi khade the. 

Main: Main iske baare mein baat nahi karna chahta. 

Uncle: Kyun? Us din bhi tum chup ho gaye the. 

Main: Ajeeb laga. Bas itna. 

Uncle: Kaise ajeeb? Tumhara lund khada tha, beta. Mainne tumhare patloon ka ubhaar saaf dekha. Tum aise hil rahe the jaise haath rakhne ki jagah nahi mil rahi. 

Main: (bechain) Woh nahi— main bas wahan khada tha. 

Uncle: Ab jhoot mat bolo. Hum ek doosre se bahut kuch keh chuke hain. Tumhara lund kyun khada hua? 

Main: Mujhe nahi pata. Shayad garmi. Shayad main bechain tha. 

Uncle: Bechain? Tum unhe ghoor rahe the poora waqt jab woh munh neeche thin. 

Main: Main nahi ghoor raha tha. 

Uncle: Ghoor rahe the. Aur maine aur kuch dekha. Tumne mujhe dekha. Mere patloon ko. Tumne dekha main bhi sakht tha. 

(Main kuch second chup rehta hoon. Fan dhuen ko dheere hilata hai humare beech.) 

Main: Mera irada nahi tha dekhne ka. 

Uncle: Pata hai. Phir bhi ho gaya. Tum jaante ho main kyun aisa tha, hai na? 

Main: …Kyun? 

Uncle: Kyunki tumhari Mummy ki badi gaand ki wajah se. Woh pet ke bal leti hui thin, patle kapde ke neeche woh bhaari gol aakar, jo bina koshish ke bhi oopar baitha tha. Main dekhne se nahi rok paya. Jab main unke saath bazaar jaata hoon to unki badi gaand ka hilna mera lund bada kar deta hai. 








Main: Uncle Vivek..... 

Uncle: Mujhe ummeed hai tum ise buri baat nahi samajhte. Main tumse imandaari se keh raha hoon. Aisi aurat ka shareer anumati nahi maangta. Woh bas woh karta hai jo karta hai. 

Main: Main samajhta hoon. Sach mein. 

Uncle: Kya? To batao us din tumhara asal wajah kya tha jo tum sakht hue. 

Main: (ruk kar) Wahi wajah. Maine bhi dekha. Jab woh pet ke bal thin… unki gaand wahi thi. Badi. Naram-si. Kapda thoda chipka hua. Main notice kiye bina nahi reh paya. 

Uncle: (chhoti, geehri hanssi) Dekha? Yahi to meri baat hai. 

Main: Yeh hasi ki baat nahi. 

Uncle: Thodi to hai. Do aadmi ek kamre mein, dono khade hue apne lund patloon se dhakel rahe kyunki ek shaadi-shuda aurat pet ke bal leti hui hai. Apne bete ke saamne bhi. 

Main: Aise mat kaho. 

Uncle: Kyun nahi? Yeh sach hai. Tumhari Mummy ka shareer takatwar hai, beta. Sirf yahi shabd hai. Unhe koshish bhi nahi karni padti. Woh chalti hain, jhukti hain, bandage baandhne ke liye let jaati hain, aur aadmi control kho dete hain. Pati, padosi, apna beta tak. 

Main: Tum unke baare mein aise baat karte ho jaise woh insaan nahi. 

Uncle: Main us shareer ke baare mein baat kar raha hoon jo logon ke saath karta hai. Tumne khud dekha hai ab, unki badi chuchiyaan bhi. Holi mein, nashta mein, us din bathroom mein, aur us cot par. Har baar wahi. 

Main: Bathroom alag tha. 

Uncle: Kya? Unhone wohi dekha jo dekha. Aur tum jaante the main chahta tha woh dekhein. 

Main: (shaant) Haan. 

Uncle: Yahi unki taaqat hai. Woh ek aadmi ko sirf usi kamre mein hone se sakht kar sakti hain. Apne bete ko bhi sakht kar sakti hain bina jaane ki woh kar rahi hain. Yeh aam nahi hai. 

(Hum dono ek pal chup ho jaate hain. Phir woh chhoti hanssi nikalte hain aur main bhi has padta hoon, chhoti aur bechain.) 

Main: Yeh paagalpan hai. 

Uncle: (dhuen chhodte hue, halki muskaan) Accha. Kam se kam ab hum iske baare mein imandaar hain. 

Woh shaamon ko saamne ke darwaze ke paas do plastic kursiyon par baithne lage. Woh safed baniyan mein aate, wahi jo ghar par pehnte, aur unhe ab unki nangi baahon aur chhati ke kaale baalon ka nazaara bechain nahi karta tha. 

Woh aam baatein karte—garmi, doodh ka daam, koi door-darshan serial jo unhe pasand tha. Main seedhiyon par baith kar sunta. 







Mujhe pata tha woh kya chahte hain. Har baar jab woh unhe dekhte main dekhta. Wahi nazar jo aag ke paas thi, jo us pal thi jab unhone unki tasveer pakdi thi, jo us second thi jab unhone unki gaand par thapki di thi. 

Woh meri Mummy ko itna chodna chahte the. Main sochta Mummy maanti hain ki woh sirf meherbani kar rahe hain, ek akela kunwara aadmi jo sangat aur ghar ke khane ka maza leta hai. Main sochta woh khud se kehti hain yeh dhyan nirleh hai kyunki woh unke saamne kabhi khuleaam gandi baat nahi karte. 

Yahi main khud se kehta tha ki woh sochti hain. 

Jab woh andar chai banane jaati, Uncle aur main bahar rehte aur baat badal jaati. 

“Woh mujhe aadi ho rahi hain,” unhone ek shaam kaha, cigarette jalate hue. 

“Haan,” maine jawab diya. 

“Shareer to mere dimag mein pehle se mera hai. Bas baaki unka hissa catch up kare.” 

“Tum ab bhi sochte ho woh maan jaayengi?” 

“Har aurat aakhir mein maan jaati hai. Tumne woh film dekhi hain jo mainne di thin. Tum jaante ho kaise hota hai. Woh bhookhi hain. Unke pati do hafte ke liye gaye hain aur yahan hone par bhi kabhi unhe santusht nahi karte the. Main un par mehsoos kar sakta hoon.” 

Main chahta tha woh meri Mummy ko chodein. Tasveerein pehle se jadd pakad chuki thin. Main jaanna chahta tha woh unke neeche kaisi dikhengi, kya woh wahi dikhawa wali awaazein karengi ya asli. Uske saath-saath main taiyar nahi tha kamre mein khade ho kar yeh hote dekhne ke liye. 

Yeh isko us tarah asal bana dega jise main wapas nahi le sakta. Iska matlab hoga maine maan liya ki meri Mummy mere Papa se dhokha kar rahi hain. 

Videoyon ne pehle hi unhe dekhne ka mera tarika bigad diya tha; mujhe nahi pata tha main agla kadam uthakar ise apni aankhon se dekh sakta hoon ya nahi. 

Us raat khane ke baad hum teeno sofa par baithe. Mummy ne halki neeli lilac saree pehni thi chhote chandi ke bindiyon ke saath. Woh chehra door-darshan ki taraf rakhe rahi, Uncle ko seedha kabhi nahi dekha. 

Woh unse bazaar ke baare mein, kisi padosi ki beti ki shaadi ke baare mein, aam jumle kehte. Woh chhote, shistachar wale shabdon mein jawab deti. Plate saaf hone ke baad woh uthe aur kaha jaane se pehle bathroom jaayenge. 







Mujhe pata tha woh kya karne ja rahe hain. Mainne dekha tha unki aankhein unka peecha kaise kar rahi thin jab woh kitchen gayi. Mainne wahi bhook dekhi thi jo woh vaishyaayon aur unki chhodi panty ke baare mein baat karte waqt dikhate hain. 

Das minute guzar gaye. Phir pandrah. Mummy ne ghadi dekh kar bhaun tedhi ki. 

“Yeh itni der kyon laga rahe hain? Jaao dekho sab theek hai ya nahi.” 

Main chhote corridor se chala. Mehmaan bathroom ka darwaza khula tha aur khali. 

Maine doosra toilet check kiya. Khali. Main aage badha, apne kamre se guzra, aur apne Papa-Mummy ke bedroom ke darwaze par ruka. Darwaza poora band nahi tha. Main andar jhuk kar dekha. 

Uncle bed ke paas khade the apne safed baniyan mein, woh peeli satin ki na-dhoi panty jo maine us subah Mummy ko pehnte dekhi thi, unke chehre se sata hui. 

Unki aankhein band thin aur woh dheere saans le rahe the, usi tarah jaise main unke ghar mein doosri auraton ki chhodi panty ki khushbu leta tha. Kapda dono haathon mein sikuda hua tha. Woh poori tarah doobe hue dikhte the. 

Main muskuraya. Wahi gandi garmi phir se uthne lagi. 

Main sitting room wapas aaya. Maine jhoot banaya kyunki main chahta tha meri Mummy unhe unki gandi na-dhoi panty ki khushbu lete dekhe. 

“Uncle aapko bula rahe hain,” maine unhe kaha. “Woh aapke bedroom mein hain. Unhone kaha kuch dikhana hai.” 

Unhone ajeeb nazar se dekha. “Mere bedroom mein? Woh wahan kyun gaye?” 

“Mujhe nahi pata. Unhone bas kaha aapko bulao.” 

Woh hichkichi. Unki ungliyan halki neeli lilac saree ke pallu ko masal rahi thin. 

Woh dheere uthi, abhi sochti, abhi anishchit, aur hallway mein chali. 

Maine unhe wahan rukte dekha, ek haath deewar par, chehra thoda neeche muda jaise khud se jhagda kar rahi hon aage badhein ya nahi. Phir woh aage badhin, bedroom ka darwaza tak pahunchin, aur use dhakel diya. 

“Vivek-ji?” unhone pukara. “Aapne mujhe bulaya?” 

Woh ruk gayin. 

Woh abhi bhi wahan khade the, peeli panty unke haathon mein, kapda abhi bhi unke muh ke kareeb. 

Ek lambe second tak koi nahi hila. Unke haath uth kar muh dhakne lage. Unki aankhein chaudi ho gayin. 

Woh ek doosre ko poori hairani mein ghoorne lage, bedroom ke lamp ne scene par garam roshni daali, peela kapda unke safed baniyan ke khilaaf chamakta, unki lilac saree darwaze par kaanpti hui. 











 

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