Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

[Mehtab_]

CHAPTER 10



Mummy: Tum aisa faisla nahi kar sakte.


Uncle Vivek: Tumhara shareer pehle se tumhare liye faisla kar raha hai.

Mummy: Nahi.

Uncle Vivek: Tumhari saans haan keh rahi hai.

Mummy: …Yeh sirf garmi hai. Tum mujhe nahi jaante.

Uncle Vivek: Yeh garmi nahi hai. Yeh mere lund ki soch hai.

Mummy: Vivek ji—

Uncle Vivek: Tumhari woh chuchiyaan. Bhaari. Naram. Mainne unhe har saree ke neeche hilte dekha hai jo tum pehnti ho.

Mummy: Unke baare mein mat bolo.

Uncle Vivek: Kyun nahi? Woh jald hi mere haathon mein hongi.

Mummy: Ruko.

Uncle Vivek: Aur neeche. Tumhari chut. Bathroom ke baad se geeli hai, hai na?

Mummy: …

Uncle Vivek: Jab main bahut kareeb aa jaata hoon to tum jawab nahi deti.

(Uncle unki awaaz sunte hue apna lund sahlaate rahe)








Mummy: Kyunki tum galat ho.

Uncle Vivek: Kya? Tumne pehle meri awaaz sunte hue apne aap ko chhua.

Mummy: Woh galti thi.

Uncle Vivek: Galtiyan kisi aurat ko aisi saans nahi dilwati.

Mummy: Main shaant rehne ki koshish kar rahi hoon.

Uncle Vivek: Tum haar rahi ho. Main sun sakta hoon.

Mummy: Please topic badlo.

Uncle Vivek: Nahi. Main chahta hoon tum sach suno. Unke wapas aane se pehle kisi dopahar ya raat, main andar aaunga aur tumhare saath apna time lunga.

Mummy: Main kabhi ijazat nahi dungi.

Uncle Vivek: Tumhe ijazat dene ki zarurat nahi padegi. Jab main tumhe chhunga tab tum pehle se geeli hogi.

Mummy: Tumhe yeh nahi pata.

Uncle Vivek: Pata hai. Jo aurat theek se chodi nahi jaati woh bechain rehti hai. Tumhari chut bechain hai.

Mummy: Woh shabd mat use karo.

Uncle Vivek: Chut. Yahi sahi shabd hai uske liye jo abhi tumhari taangon ke beech tadap rahi hai.

Mummy: (saans tez) Main call kaat rahi hoon.

Uncle Vivek: To kaat do. Ya ruko aur ladti raho.

Mummy: Tum poori tarah galat ho.

Uncle Vivek: Galat hone se nahi rukta ki tumhari chuchiyaan kaisi mehsoos hoti hain jab tum mere muh un par sochti ho.

Mummy: …

Uncle Vivek: Phir se chup.

(Maine dekha Mummy ab takiye par sar rakh kar apne aap ko chhu rahi thin, main hairan tha)








Mummy: Mujhe nahi pata tumse kya kahun.

Uncle Vivek: Kaho ki tum chahti ho main call karna band karun. Aise kaho jaise tumhara matlab ho.

Mummy: Mujhe… mujhe yeh kehna chahiye.

Uncle Vivek: Lekin tumne nahi kaha.

Mummy: Kyunki mera ek hissa bhramit hai.

Uncle Vivek: Accha. Bhram imandaar hai. Tumhari shaadi shaant hai. Tumhara shareer nahi.

Mummy: Mere pati mujhe pyaar karte hain.

Uncle Vivek: Woh tumhe dino ke liye akele chhod dete hain. Main nahi chhodunga.

Mummy: Tum sirf ek cheez chahte ho.

Uncle Vivek: Main chahta hoon tumhe kholun aur dekhun tumhari chut har inch le. Main chahta hoon woh chuchiyaan uchhalen jab main tumhe dheere chodun.

Mummy: Please…

Uncle Vivek: Please ruk jaun? Ya please baat jaari rakhun? Tumhari awaaz ab bahut naram hai.

Mummy: Main yeh nahi kar sakti.

Uncle Vivek: Tum pehle se kar rahi ho. Tum abhi bhi line par ho. Tumhari saans abhi bhi tez hai. Tumhara haath shayad phir se taangon ke beech hai.

Mummy: Nahi hai.

Uncle Vivek: To wahan rakho aur kaho ki sukhi hai.

Mummy: …

Uncle Vivek: Yahi socha tha.

Mummy: Yeh khatm hona chahiye.

Uncle Vivek: Yeh us din khatm hoga jab main aakhir mein tumhare andar dhakelunga. Tab tak har raat aisi hi hoti rahegi.

Mummy: Tum meri baat nahi sun rahe.

Uncle Vivek: Sun raha hoon. Tum lad rahi ho. Inkaar kar rahi ho. Geeli ho. Teenon ek saath sach ho sakte hain.

Mummy: Mujhe sona hai.

Uncle Vivek: To so jaao. Lekin tum iske baare mein sapna dekogi. Mere baare mein. Iske baare mein ki tum kitni bhari mehsoos karogi jab main aakhir mein woh lunga jo intezar kar raha hai.

Mummy: Vivek…

Uncle Vivek: Main yahan hoon. Inhi dino mein se kisi din, Shobha ji. Unke ghar aane se pehle. Tum jaanti ho. Tumhara shareer jaanta hai.

Mummy: (lambi, kaanti hui saans ke baad) Mujhe jaana hai.

Uncle Vivek: Jao. Jab tum call kaatogi tab bhi main tumhari chut aur un chuchiyon ke baare mein soch kar sakht rahunga.

(Woh kai second chup rahi, phone mein tez saans leti rahi, phir aakhir mein call kaat diya. Maine suna woh andhere mein baithi rahi bina hile, har asamaan saans mein woh jadd-o-jahad saaf thi.)

Uncle Vivek: (kuch hi minute baad phone phir baja. Woh use lambi der ghoor ti rahi pehle ki aakhir mein uthaye.)

Mummy: Tum phir se kyun call kar rahe ho?

(Meri Mummy ab bed par jhuk rahi thin, saaf tha ki woh uttejit ho rahi thin, kuch unhe horny bana raha tha aur uska ek hissa Uncle Vivek ke shabd the)








Uncle Vivek: Kyunki tumne bahut jaldi kaat diya. Aur kyunki line dead hone par bhi main sun sakta tha tumhari saans kitni tez thi.

Mummy: Maine kaha tha ruk jaao.

Uncle Vivek: Tumne kai cheezein kahi. Tumhare shareer ne kuch aur kaha.

Mummy: Tum mere shareer ke baare mein kuch nahi jaante.

Uncle Vivek: Kaafi jaanta hoon. Jaanta hoon tumhari chuchiyaan bahut tez uth-girti hain jab tum ghabrati ho. Jaanta hoon tumhari awaaz naram ho jaati hai jab tum kuch mehsoos na karne ki koshish karti ho. Aur jaanta hoon tumhari chut pehle meri baat sunne se abhi bhi geeli hai.

Mummy: …

Uncle Vivek: Phir se khamoshi. Theek hai. Main khamoshi ke saath kaam kar sakta hoon.

Mummy: Tum mujhse kya chahte ho?

Uncle Vivek: Main chahta hoon tum usse ladna band karo jo pehle se ho raha hai. Tumhare pati ke wapas aane se pehle inhi dino mein se kisi din, main tumhe chodunga.

Mummy: Aisa mat kaho.

Uncle Vivek: Kyun nahi? Yeh sach hai. Woh dino ke liye gaye hain. Ghar shaant hai. Tumhara beta sota hai. Aur tum raat ko mujhe call karti rehti ho chahe dikhawa karti ho ki sirf daantna chahti ho.

Mummy: Main isliye call karti hoon ki tum ruk jaao.

Uncle Vivek: Aur har baar jab tum call karti ho, tum zyada der rehti ho. Zyada der sunti ho. Tez saans leti ho. Yeh us aurat ka behaviour nahi jo chahti ho main ruk jaun.

Mummy: Tum sab kuch mor rahe ho. Tum kitne gande insaan ho.

Uncle Vivek: Main sirf woh keh raha hoon jo tumhare shareer ne pehle maan liya. Jab main tumhari chuchiyon ki baat karta hoon, tumhari saans badalti hai. Jab main tumhari chut ki baat karta hoon, tum chup ho jaati ho. Woh chup gussa nahi hai, Shobha ji. Woh kuch aur hai.

Mummy: Main shaadi-shuda hoon.

Uncle Vivek: Pata hai. Mainne kabhi inkaar nahi kiya. Lekin shaadi ne tumhare nipple sakht hone se nahi rokha jab main bolta hoon. Taangon ke beech geelapan se nahi rokha. Aur us din mujhe andar dhakelne se nahi rokegi jab waqt aayega.

Mummy: Tum aisa faisla nahi kar sakte.

Uncle Vivek: Main kar chuka hoon. Kisi shaant dopahar ya der raat, main aaunga. Tum andar aane dogi kyunki tumhara ek hissa pehle se jaanna chahta hai kaisa lagta hai. Main woh saree dheere utarunga. Main apna muh un bhaari chuchiyon par rakhunga jise tum chhupane ki koshish karti ho. Aur phir main tumhari taangein kholunga aur tumhe us tarah chodunga jaise tumhare pati nahi karte.

Mummy: Ruko…

Uncle Vivek: Tumhari awaaz kaanp rahi hai. Kya tum phir se apne aap ko chhu rahi ho? Sun rahi ho main hasthmaithun kar raha hoon. Main ab bathroom mein hoon, tumhare soch kar apna lund sahla raha hoon.









Mummy: Nahi. Main aisi gandi cheez nahi kar rahi, aur mujhe mat batao tum kya gandi cheez kar rahe ho.

Uncle Vivek: Jhoothi. Main sun sakta hoon. Gale mein woh chhoti si atkan. Tum kaise nigalti rehti ho. Tumhari ungliyan pehle se jaanghon ke beech hain, hai na?

Mummy: …

Uncle Vivek: Accha. Wahan rakho. Socho main usse kitna mota hoon jiski tum aadi ho. Socho main kitna gehra jaunga. Socho tumhari chuchiyaan kaise uchhalengi jab main sakhti se hilna shuru karunga.

Mummy: Yeh galat hai.

Uncle Vivek: To tumhara haath abhi bhi kyun hil raha hai? Tum abhi bhi phone par kyun ho? Tum mujhe unhi cheezon ka bayan karne kyun deti ho jinke baare mein kehti ho nahi chahti?

Mummy: Mujhe nahi pata.

Uncle Vivek: Pata hai. Tum akeli ho. Bhookhi ho. Aur har baar jab main tumhari chut ki baat karta hoon tum use dhadakte mehsoos karti ho. Yahi wajah hai ki tum theek se call nahi kaat paati. Yahi wajah hai ki jab main wapas call karta hoon to uthati ho.

Mummy: Mere pati…

Uncle Vivek: Tumhare pati yahan nahi hain. Main hoon. Aur inhi dino mein se kisi din, unke wapas aane se pehle, main tumhe lunga. Poori tarah. Ab koi khel nahi. Ab koi phone call nahi. Sirf tum mere neeche, woh naram chuchiyaan mere haathon mein, tumhari geeli chut har inch leti hui jab tum awaaz na nikalne ki koshish karogi.

(Mummy ab phir se bed par jhuk rahi thin, saaf horny thin, unki jhuki posture se unki badi moti gaand dikh rahi thi, main dekh sakta tha unki chut geeli ho rahi thi. Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha tha meri Mummy aisa behave kar rahi hain)








Mummy: Tum mujhse aise baat nahi kar sakte.

Uncle Vivek: Kar sakta hoon. Aur tum sunti rehti ho. Yeh mujhe sab bata deta hai jo jaanna zaroori hai.

Mummy: Mujhe jaana chahiye.

Uncle Vivek: To jaao. Lekin haath wahi chhodna. Jo shuru kiya hai use khatm karna, soch kar kitni jaldi main tumhari ungliyon ki jagah kuch bahut bada rakhne wala hoon.

Mummy: Vivek—

Uncle Vivek: Main ab ijazat nahi maang raha, Shobha ji. Main bata raha hoon kya hone wala hai. Inhi dino mein se kisi din, tumhare bewakoof pati ke ghar aane se pehle, main tumhe sakhti se chodunga. Aur jis tarah tum abhi saans le rahi ho… tumhara ek hissa pehle se jaanta hai tum mujhe nahi rokogi.

(Unki saans itni tez ho gayi thi ki main deewar ke paar se saaf sun sakta tha. Unhone call kaata. Unhone turant nahi kaata. Woh kuch second aur line par rahi, kuch na kehti, sirf tez saans leti, jaise shabd andar gehra baith gaye hon aur chhodne se inkaar kar rahe hon.)

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[Mehtab_]

CHAPTER 11



Agli subah ghar mein abhi bhi pichhli raat ka shaant tanaav tha.


Mummy compound ke bahar jhaadu laga rahi thin, usi bhatke hue andaaz mein, unke haath counter ke kinare par zyada der tikte, aankhein kabhi-kabhi us corridor ki taraf bhatakti jo bathroom ki taraf jaata tha.

Maine kam kaha. Mujhe pehle se pata tha kya aane wala hai.







Das baje ke thoda baad mera mobile baja. Uncle ka naam screen par chamka. Main patli balcony par nikla aur uthaya.

“Beta,” unhone kaha, awaaz geehri aur sthir, shabdon ke beech cigarette kheenchne ki awaaz. “Tumhare Papa kal shaam wapas aa rahe hain. Aaj raat hi ek saaf mauka hai jo hamare paas hai.”

Main railing se tik gaya. “Tum plan bataane call kar rahe ho.”

“Main yeh bataane call kar raha hoon ki aaj raat main pehla kadam uthane wala hoon. Ab unke vicharon ke baithne ka intezar nahi. Panty, bathroom, phone call, woh beej pehle se zameen mein hain. Aaj raat main unhe paani dunga.”

“Kaise?”

Unhone dheere saans chhodi. “Main tumhari Mummy ko chodne wala hoon, unhe apni randi banaunga aur unhe maza aayega. Apni zindagi mein pehli baar, woh apne pati ke alawa kisi doosre aadmi ke saath soyengi.”

Main ek pal chup raha. “Tum bahut pakke lag rahe ho.”

“Hoon. Pocho kyun.”

“Itna vishwas kyun hai?”

Doosri taraf naram hanssi aayi, lagbhag pyaar si. “Kyunki maine us doosri call par unhe suna, beta. Unki saans ka har badlav suna. Jab geeli awaazein shuru hui to unki awaaz kaise patli hui. Aur main jaanta hoon aurat kaisi lagti hai jab uska shareer uske muh se jhagda kar raha ho. Tumhari Mummy abhi bhi shabdon se nahi keh rahi hain, lekin unka shareer pehle se kuch aur kehne laga hai. Yahi wajah hai main itna pakka hoon.”

Maine nigala. “Aur bhi hai. Mujhe tumhe kuch bataana hai.”

“Kaho.”

“Us doosri call ke dauran… main unke darwaze ke bahar khada tha. Gap kaafi tha. Maine unhe dekha.”

Unki awaaz tez ho gayi. “Unhe kya karte dekha?”

“Woh tumhe sunte hue apne aap ko chhune lagi thin. Ek haath phone par, doosra saree ke neeche. Unhone rokne ki koshish ki, phir nahi roki. Unki ungliyan usi rhythm mein hil rahi thin jo awaazein tum nikal rahe the, woh apni chut chhu rahi thin. Unhone kabhi call nahi kaati. Bas sunti rahi aur chhuti rahi.”

Kai second tak khamoshi faili. Jab Uncle phir bole to unki awaaz moti, geehri thi. “Tum pakke ho?”

“Maine kapde ke neeche harkat dekhi. Woh chhoti awaazein suni jo phone nahi pakad paya. Woh itni geeli thin ki unki ungliyon ki apni naram, geeli awaazein nikal rahi thin. Woh dheemi awaaz mein tumhara naam leti rahi jaise khud ko rokna chahti hon aur haar rahi hon.”

“Beta…” Unhone lambi saans chhodi. “Tumne sach mein apni Mummy ko yeh karte dekha jab main line par tha.”

“Haan.”

“Aur tum wahan khade dekhte rahe.”

“Haan.”

Phir ek lamba rukav. “Mainne asal mein yahi socha tha. Socha tha woh itni naraz hongi ki phone patak dengi aur naraz hi rahengi. Nahi socha tha woh apne hi haath ke liye taangein kholengi jab meri awaaz sun rahi hongi. Yeh sab kuch ka tapman badal deta hai.”

“Woh poora waqt isse lad rahi thin. Chehra laal, aankhein band, khali haath bedsheet itni sakhti se pakde ki knuckles safed ho gaye. Lekin unhone nahi roka.”

“Bilkul nahi rokta.” Uncle ki awaaz mein geehri santushti thi. “Jab aurat woh dekh leti hai jo bathroom mein dekha aur woh mahak le leti hai jo apni hi panty par thi, shareer apne faisle lene lagta hai. Dimag jitna chillaye. Shareer pehle vote de chuka hota hai.”

Hum ek pal line par chup rahe, dono wahi tasveer ulat-pulat karte.

“Ek aur baat karni chahiye,” maine kaha.

“Kya?”

“Jab tum nahi hote to woh tumhare baare mein kaise poochti hain. Chhote sawal. Kya tumne theek se khaya. Kyun akele rehte ho. Phir khud ko pakad leti hain aur topic badal deti hain. Pichhle hafte unhone tumhari ek shirt istri ki jo galti se yahan reh gayi thi aur itni savdhaani se fold ki jaise baad ke liye rakh rahi hon.”

Uncle ne pehchan ki geehri awaaz nikaali. “Woh pehle se fantasy ke aadhe andar hain. Bas muh se abhi maana nahi. Yeh kaam ka hai. Aaj raat main unhe pehle shareer se manwaunga. Shabdon ka baad mein aana hai.”

“Tum ab bhi aise lag rahe ho jaise intezar nahi ho raha.”

“Nahi ho raha. Doosri call khatm hone ke baad se iske soch mein sakht hoon. Unhe us bathroom ki bhaap mein khade dekhta rehta hoon, aankhein chaudi, mere lund ko aise ghoorte jaise nazar hataana chahti hon lekin nahi hata pa rahi. Unki saans ka atakna sunta hoon jab maine kaha unke pati ke aane se pehle unhe chodunga. Aaj raat main woh wada unke andar rakhunga. Main tumhare ghar chalunga, unhe dhoondunga, aur woh lunga jiska Holi se intezar kar raha hoon.”

Mera muh sukha laga. “Shuru kaise karoge?”

“Unhe deewar banane ka time nahi dunga. Woh sochenge se pehle ghar ke andar ho jaunga. Unhe sitting room ya kitchen mein paunga. Ijazat nahi maangunga. Haath un par usi tarah rakhunga jaisa us din se chahta hoon jab woh safed saree unke hips par hilti dekhi.”

Maine sar hilaya chahe woh dekh nahi sakte the. “Tumhe andar aane ka rasta chahiye hoga.”

“Haan. Spare keys.”

Main andar gaya, hallway cabinet ke chhote drawer se nikaala jahan Mummy extra set rakhti thin. Simple metal ring par do chabiyan. Samne ka darwaza aur peeche ka. Mainne unhe hatheli par tola, phir balcony wapas aaya.

“Yeh tumhe de raha hoon,” maine kaha. “Dono. Samne aur peeche. Aaj raat jab chaaho andar aa sakte ho. Na dastak. Na unke darwaza kholne ka intezar.”

Uncle ki awaaz mein kuch manzoori si naram ho gayi. “Tum pakke ho?”

“Haan. Main chahta hoon yeh ho. Us dopahar se chahta hoon jab maine unhe setup kiya ki tumhari panty chehre se sataaye hue andar aayein. Har raat chahta hoon jab bed par leta sochta hoon tum unke oopar ho. Keys aakhri practical kadam hain.”

“Dopahar ko mere paas le aana. Gate ke paas gay ke pot ke neeche chhod dena jaise chhote the tab cheezein chhodte the. Main uthunga. Koi nahi dekhega.”

“Kar dunga.”

“Accha. Kyunki jab woh keys mere haath mein hongi, bas raat bachi hogi.”

Hum timing ke baare mein thodi aur baat kiye—main kab nikalunga, woh kab aayenge, kitni der rukne ka irada hai. Phir call khatm hua.

Us raat maine Mummy ko call kiya aur kaha main motel mein raat bitane wala hoon.

Main: Mummy, main hoon.

Mummy: Beta? Itni der call kyun kar rahe ho? Aur tum aa nahi rahe? Tum kahan ho?

Main: Mummy itni chinta mat karo, maine motel book kar liya kyunki ghar jaldi nahi pahunch sakta tha. Sab theek hai. Bas kuch bataana tha.

Mummy: Kya?

Main: Uncle Vivek aaj raat chai ke liye aane wale hain.

Mummy: (rukav) Kya? Kyun?

Main: Unhone kaha ghar par thoda bechain mehsoos ho raha hai. Maine kaha thodi der ke liye aa sakte hain.

Mummy: Nahi. Mujhe nahi lagta yeh accha idea hai.

Main: Kyun nahi? Sirf chai hai.

Mummy: Kyunki main ghar mein akeli hoon. Tumhare Papa yahan nahi hain. Mujhe raat ko kisi aadmi ko bulane mein aaram nahi.






Main: Woh ajanabi nahi hain, Mummy. Woh hamare padosi hain. Tum unse kai baar baat kar chuki ho.

Mummy: Phir bhi… mujhe situation par bharosa nahi. Akeli aurat ko raat ko aise aadmiyon ke liye darwaza nahi kholna chahiye.

Main: Woh “aise aadmi” nahi hain. Woh Uncle Vivek hain. Tum unke saath nashta kar chuki ho. Baat kar chuki ho.

Mummy: Woh alag tha. Tum yahan the. Ab tum nahi ho.

Main: Main sirf raat ke liye motel mein hoon. Door nahi hai.

Mummy: Mujhe phir bhi pasand nahi. Unmein kuch aisa hai jo bechain karta hai.

Main: Kaise bechain?

Mummy: Pata nahi. Bas… ek ehsaas. Theek se samjha nahi sakti.

Main: Tum zyada soch rahi ho. Woh acche insaan hain. Akele rehte hain, apne mein rehte hain, aur jab bhi aaye hamesha samman se rahe.

Mummy: Samman ho ya na ho, main akeli hoon. Koi jokhim nahi lena chahti.

Main: Kaun sa jokhim? Woh chai ke liye aa rahe hain, raat guzarne nahi.

Mummy: Log ghar ke andar aane ke baad apna irada badal sakte hain.

Main: Nahi badlenge. Maine saaf kaha hai sirf chhoti si mulaqat hogi. Unhone maan liya.

Mummy: Unhe aana hi kyun hai?

Main: Unhone kaha aajkal akelapan mehsoos hota hai. Bas thodi sangat aur halki baat chahiye. Bas itna.

Mummy: To tumse baat karein.

Main: Main motel mein hoon, Mummy. Abhi wapas nahi aa sakta. Aur tum dono bade ho, baat karna jaante ho.

Mummy: To kal subah aa jaao, tab aayein jab tum yahan ho.

Main: Der ho chuki hai. Woh ek-do ghante mein aane wale the. Ab cancel karna ajeeb hoga.

Mummy: Ajeeb hone do. Mujhe aaram nahi.

Main: Tum isko bada bana rahi ho. Woh adhe-umar ke aadmi hain jo do ghar door rehte hain. Unhe sirf chai aur baat chahiye.

Mummy: Sochti rehti hoon ghar kitna shaant hoga. Aur koi nahi hai.

Main: Yahi to accha hai. Poori shaam akeli nahi baithogi. Thodi sangat khamoshi se behtar hai.

Mummy: Mujhe khamoshi se koi dikkat nahi.









Main: Tum aisa kehti ho, lekin jab ghar bahut raaton tak zyada shaant rehta hai to tum bhi bechain ho jaati ho.



Mummy: Woh alag hai.



Main: Kya? Papa ke jaane ke baad se zyada tar shaamein tum akeli ho. Padosi ki ek chhoti si mulaqat khatarnak nahi.



Mummy: Mujhe phir bhi bechaini hai.



Main: Theek se batao kyun. Kis cheez ka darr hai?



Mummy: Kuch khaas nahi. Bas… raat ko ghar mein kisi aadmi ke saath akeli hone ka khayal pasand nahi. Bas itna.



Main: Pehle bhi unke saath akeli rahi ho jab main kuch minute ke liye bahar gaya. Kuch nahi hua.



Mummy: Woh chhote pal the. Yeh alag hai. Woh chai ke liye baithenge.



Main: Aur phir chale jayenge. Maine unhe pehle se saaf kaha hai ki raat nahi rukenge. Unhone samajh liya. (Maine unse jhoot bola)



Mummy: Tumne unhe yeh kaha?



Main: Haan. Unhone kaha sirf thodi baat chahiye aur baad mein apne ghar wapas chale jayenge.



Mummy: Phir bhi…



Main: Mummy, tum bahut zyada chinta kar rahi ho. Woh theek insaan hain. Kabhi awaaz nahi uthayi, kabhi rudeness nahi ki, kabhi koi asli masla nahi banaya.



Mummy: Mujhe nahi pata.



Main: Kya nahi pata? Tumne unka behave dekha hai. Shaant, thode akele, aur shistachar wale. Bas itna.



Mummy: Akele aadmi kabhi-kabhi chai se zyada chahte hain.



Main: Tum soch rahi ho. Unhone chai aur baat maangi. Aur kuch nahi.



Mummy: Tum aaj raat ghar kyun nahi aa sakte?



Main: Motel booking pehle se paid hai. Aur mujhe subah jaldi kareeb kaam khatm karna hai. Yahan rukna aasaan hai.



Mummy: Yeh kamzor wajah lagti hai.



Main: Yeh practical hai. Kal dopahar tak wapas aa jaunga.



Mummy: Mujhe phir bhi yeh zaroori nahi lagta.



Main: Sirf thodi der ke liye. Unhe akelapan hai, tum akeli ho, thodi sangat kisi ko nuksan nahi degi.



Mummy: Maine kaha main akeli theek rahungi.



Main: Pata hai theek rahogi. Lekin iska matlab yeh nahi ki padosi ki saadi si mulaqat mana kar do jiske paas baat karne ko aur koi nahi.



Mummy: …



Main: Sirf chai, Mummy. Woh thodi der baithenge, aam baatein karenge, phir chale jayenge. Maine pehle se kaha hai woh wahan nahi soyenge.



Mummy: Tum yeh baar-baar dohraate ho.



Main: Kyunki yahi hissa tumhe sabse zyada chinta de raha hai. Woh raat nahi rukenge. Maine pakka kar diya hai.



Mummy: Aur agar woh zyada der rukne ki koshish karein?



Main: Nahi karenge. Unhe pata hai kal main poochunga mulaqat kaisi rahi. Woh koi masla nahi banayenge.



Mummy: Tum un par bahut bharosa karti ho.



Main: Haan. Unhone kabhi aisi wajah nahi di ki na karun.



Mummy: Kash tum yahan hote.



Main: Pata hai. Lekin main door nahi hoon. Aur tum theek rahogi.



Mummy: Mujhe abhi bhi himmat nahi ho rahi.



Main: Samajhta hoon. Lekin sirf chai hai. Aur kuch nahi. Woh akele hain aur thodi der baat karna chahte hain. Tum poori raat akeli nahi baithogi.



Mummy: Maine pehle hi kaha main akeli theek hoon.



Main: Aur maine sun liya. Lekin yeh behtar hai. Ek chhoti mulaqat. Aam baat. Phir woh chale jaayein.



Mummy: …



Main: Please, Mummy. Sirf is baar. Woh pehle se sochte hain aa rahe hain. Ab bina sahi wajah cancel karna ajeeb lagega.



Mummy: Tumhe pehle mujhse pooche bina nahi kehna chahiye tha.



Main: Pata hai. Kehna chahiye tha. Ab pooch raha hoon.



Mummy: (lambi khamoshi) …Theek hai.



Main: Unhe aane dogi?



Mummy: Sirf chai ke liye. Aur sirf thodi der. Baad mein unhe chale jana hoga.



Main: Jayenge. Maine pehle se saaf kar diya hai.



Mummy: Aur tum kal bina der kiye ghar aaoge.



Main: Aaunga. Dopahar tak latest.



Mummy: Theek. Unhe bata dena aa sakte hain.



Main: Shukriya, Mummy. Theek hoga. Dekhogi.



Mummy: Umeed hai.



Main: Hoga. Sirf chai aur thodi baat. Aur kuch nahi.



Mummy: …Theek. Shubh ratri, beta.



Main: Shubh ratri, Mummy.



Jab main khud motel pahuncha to gali se system check kiya. Naram static, phir Mummy ka sitting room mein kursi hilane ki awaaz, glass ki halki khanak. Perfect.



Maine volume badha diya.



Kuch second tak sirf unke tiles par kadmon ki awaaz thi. Phir Mummy ki awaaz, hairani se bhari, ghar ke andar se.



Phir dastak hui.



Mummy: Kaun hai?



Uncle Vivek: Shobha ji. Main hoon.



(Maine darwaza khulte suna. Unki awaaz pehle se thandi thi.)

[Mohitafree]

Jabardast update, bas next update ka wait hai or yeh story or bhi interesting ho rahi hai dhere dhere

[Kasif]

Very nice update. Excellent and exciting writing. Fantastic narrations.

[UshaUrmi]

Fantastic and fascinating writing ✍️

[Wasifahim]

Awasome update

[Antman86]

Awesome story ❤❤❤❤

[KGB]

Outstanding and fabulous update ❤️