Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

[Wasifahim]

Awasome update

[Lavoni]

ekdum garma garam aur bahut bahut mast update

[Dhakaiya Mastan]

Ekdum mast aur dhamaka update

[Phallus]

zabardast, mast aur ekdom dhamaka update! bahut khoob, bahut acha laga padhke.

[doctor ali b]

awsome

[LENNY]

Really mind-bowing writings! Just awesome and fantastic descriptions!

[Tasnova]

bahut khoob, ekdum mast aur lajawab update!

[Mehtab_]

Dosto, is hisse mein gifs aur tasveerein nahi hain kyunki maine poora scene intercom connection se suna. Isliye jo hua use apne dimag mein bana sakte ho. 






  

Mummy: Tum aa gaye. 

  

Uncle: Haan. Maine tumhare bete se kaha tha aaj raat akelapan mehsoos ho raha hai. Unhone kaha tumhe meri baat karna sach mein pasand hai. 

  

Mummy: Kya? Yeh un dinon tumhari har cheez ka bahana ban gaya hai. 

  

Uncle: Yeh bahana nahi hai. Kabhi-kabhi ghar bahut shaant lagta hai. 

  

Mummy: To radio kharid lo. Raat ko akeli aurat ke paas mat aao. 

  

(Thodi khamoshi hui. Phir intercom chiraya aur mar gaya. Line poori tarah dead ho gayi. Mera pet sitak gaya. Main utha, receiver check kiya, hilaya, jo extra batteries laaya tha woh badlein. Kuch nahi. 

  

Ab barish theek se shuru ho chuki thi, tez, aur connection mein kuch fail ho gaya. Mainne lagbhag das minute frequency theek karte, kamre mein ghoomte, motel ki chhoti balcony par nikal kar bhi try kiya jahan signal thoda tez tha. Aakhir mein static saaf hua aur unki awaazein wapas aayi. Tab tak woh pehle se baith chuke the.) 

  

Uncle: Chai acchi mahak rahi hai. 

  

Mummy: Sirf chai hai. Kuch khaas nahi. 

  

(Main unhe kitchen jaate soch sakta tha. Woh apni aam satin sone wali dress pehne hue thin—woh naram, thodi chamakdaar jo aam raaton ko pehnti hain. Mainne socha tha jab unhe pata hai woh aa rahe hain to kuch zyada dhaki hui pehenengi. Nahi pehni. Shayad kapdon se zyada doosre vichar unke dimag mein jagah le chuke the.) 

  

Uncle: Phir bhi, jo main khud ke liye banata hoon usse behtar mahakti hai. 

  

Mummy: Woh koi ooncha standard nahi. 

  

Uncle: Sach. Baithiye, Shobha ji. Aise khadi ho jaise bhagne ko taiyar ho. 

  

Mummy: Main zyada der nahi baithne wali. Piyo aur chale jaao. 

  

Uncle: Jaisa tumhari marzi. Lekin chai sach mein acchi hai. Tum hamesha zyada logon se tez banati ho. 

  

Mummy: Mujhe chai ki taarif nahi chahiye. 

  

Uncle: Main sirf woh keh raha hoon jo sach hai. 

  

Mummy: Tum kai cheezein kehte ho jo tumhare hisaab se sach hain. Us raat phone par tumne kaha tha inhi dino mein se kisi din mere pati ke wapas aane se pehle tum mujhe chodoge. Mujhe woh pasand nahi aaya. 

  

Uncle: (shaant hanssi) Tumhe exact shabd yaad hain. “Chodna” shabd bhi? Hehehe, tumhari yaad acchi hai. 

  

Mummy: Bilkul yaad hai. Woh besharam tha. 

  

Uncle: Woh imandaar tha. Farq hai. 

  

Mummy: Jo marzi kaho. Mujhe pasand nahi aaya. Shaadi-shuda aurat se aadmi ko aise nahi bolna chahiye. 

  

Uncle: Aur phir bhi uske kehne ke baad tum yahan khadi mujhe chai pila rahi ho. 

  

Mummy: Main chai isliye pila rahi hoon kyunki mujhme ghar-grihasthi ka swabhav hai. Tumhare shabdon ki wajah se nahi. 

  

Uncle: Tumhara beta ab yahan nahi hai. Sirf hum hain. Thodi der baat kyun na kar lein. 

  

Mummy: Isse kuch nahi badalta. Aur maine kaha hai zyada baat nahi karni. 

  

Uncle: Tumhare pati un dinon kahan hain? Abhi bhi safar par? 

  

Mummy: Haan. Woh kuch din mein wapas aayenge. 

  

Uncle: Kuch din is ghar ke itna shaant rehne ke liye lamba waqt hai. 

  

Mummy: Main shaanti ki aadi hoon. 

  

Uncle: Kya? Tum darwaze ko aise dekhti rehti ho jaise kisi ke andar aane aur is baat se bachane ka intezar ho. 

  

Mummy: Main intezar kar rahi hoon tum chai khatm karo aur jaao. 

  

Uncle: Tumne apne liye nahi daali. 

  

Mummy: Mujhe chai nahi chahiye. 

  

Uncle: Jab banati ho to hamesha peeti ho. Aaj raat kyun nahi? 

  

Mummy: Kyunki mood nahi hai. 

  

Uncle: Ya kyunki baithne ka matlab hoga mere saath usi kamre mein zyada der rehna. 

  

Mummy: Tum khud ko bahut samajhte ho. 

  

Uncle: Shayad. Barish suno. Aur tez ho gayi hai. 

  

Mummy: To? 

  

Uncle: Aisi barish se poori duniya chhoti lagti hai. Sadkein khali. Khidkiyan band. Log andar rehte hain. Yeh un cheezon ke liye accha waqt hai jo niji rehni chahiye. 

  

Mummy: Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tumhara matlab. 

  

Uncle: Aa raha hai. Barish wali raatein shaant raatein hoti hain. Shaant raaton mein woh aurat jo bahut soch rahi hoti hai aakhir mein usse ladna band karti hai jo uska shareer pehle se chahta hai. 

  

Mummy: Tum phir bakwas kar rahe ho. 

  

Uncle: Main usi cheez ki baat kar raha hoon jo phone par kahi thi. Inhi dino mein se kisi din—shayad aisi hi raat—main baat karna band karunga aur woh karunga jo hum dono jaante hain aane wala hai. 

  

Mummy: Kuch nahi aane wala. 

  

Uncle: Tumhari awaaz darwaza kholte waqt se naram hai. Yeh pehle se bata raha hai kuch hil chuka hai. 

  

Mummy: Main thaki hui hoon. Bas itna. 

  

Uncle: Thaki auratein itni seedhi nahi khadi rehti jab aadmi unhe chodne ki baat kare. Woh ya to kamra chhod deti hain ya ruk kar sunti hain. Tum abhi yahan ho. 

  

Mummy: Apni chai piyo, Vivek ji. Barish jaldi nahi rukegi. Badhne se pehle chale jaao. 

  

Uncle: Ya main thodi der aur ruk sakta hoon. Chai abhi garam hai. Aur barish wahi keh rahi hai jo main keh raha hoon. Kuch raatein un lakiron ko paar karne ke liye bani hoti hain jo din ki roshni nahi maanti. 

  

(Main motel ke bed par baitha sun raha tha, receiver kaan se sataaye, aur andhere mein muskuraya. Woh abhi bhi virodh kar rahi thin, doori banaye rakhne ki koshish, lekin darwaze wali sakhti pehle se patli ho chuki thi. Barish girti rahi, sthir aur bhaari, aur abhi tak kisi ne mulaqat khatm nahi ki.) 

 

Barish aur tez ho gayi. Line par karkarahat shuru hui, phir lambe-lambe palon tak sirf shor reh gaya. Lagbhag paanch minute tak mujhe sirf tutati hui line ka safed shor aur yatri-niwas ki khidki par barish ki thap-thap sunai di. 

Maine tarang theek ki, yantra ko sarkaya, chhajje ke aur kareeb bhi gaya. Aakhir line saaf hui. 

Jab awaazein wapas aayin to woh ab baithak mein nahi thin. Woh rasoi mein thin. 

Mummy: Baithak mein wapas chale jao. 

Uncle: Main sirf dekhne aaya tha ki tumhein kisi cheez mein sahara chahiye ya nahi. 

Mummy: Mujhe sahara nahi chahiye. Chai taiyar ho chuki hai. Tum baith jao. 

Uncle: Rasoi zyada garam hai. Aur yahan roshni bhi behtar hai. 

Mummy: Itne kareeb khade hone ki yeh wajah nahi banti. 

Uncle: Main itna kareeb nahi hoon. 

Mummy: Tum kaafi kareeb ho. Kripya jao aur baitho. 

Uncle: Ek pal. Tumhari slati poshak is roshni mein alag dikhti hai. 

Mummy: Shuru mat karo. 

Uncle: Main sirf nazar daal raha hoon. Reshmi kapda har chhoti harkat ko pakad leta hai. Jab tum taak ki taraf haath badhati ho to woh tumhari kamar se chipak jaata hai aur phir phisak jaata hai. Bina dekhe rehna kathin hai. 

Mummy: To dekhna band karo. Yeh sirf sone ki poshak hai. Kuch vishesh nahi. 

Dosto, mujhe woh slati sone wali poshak saaf yaad hai jo Mummy pehenti hain. Isliye ki tum log man mein banao na, yahan usi sone wali poshak mein unka roop hai. Yeh chhavi maine chaar din pehle li thi. Raat ko woh ise pehenna bahut pasand karti hain. 







Uncle: Tum par yeh saadhaaran nahi dikhti. Jab tum ghumti ho to yeh tumhari chhatiyon par kaise baithti hai… naram, bhari, patle feeton se mushkil se sambhali hui. Koi purush andha ho tabhi ise na dekhe. 

Mummy: Tum meri rasoi mein raat ko aisi baatein kar rahe ho. Yahi kaafi wajah hai ki tum mujhe lubhana band karo. 

Uncle: Main wahi bol raha hoon jo dikh raha hai. 

Mummy: To kam bolo aur baith jao. 

Uncle: Mere saath baitho to main baith jaaunga. Yahan khade-khade us poshak mein tumhari harkatein dekhna vinay banaye rakhna kathin kar raha hai. 

Mummy: Vinay kabhi tumhari taakat nahi rahi. 

Uncle: Sach. Visheshkar jab tum aisi cheez pehne ho jo har saans par tumhare shareer ka theek aakaar dikha deti hai. 

Mummy: Doosre kamre mein wapas jao, Vivek ji. Main sach keh rahi hoon. 

Uncle: Aur agar main na jaaun? 

Mummy: To main tumse kahungi ki theek se raho. 

Uncle: Tum keh sakti ho. Lekin tum dwar ki taraf nahi hili ho. Tum abhi bhi haath mein pyala liye wahan khadi sun rahi ho. 

Mummy: Main intezaar kar rahi hoon ki tum woh karo jo maine kaha. 

Uncle: Yeh poshak tum par sach mein bahut lubhaavni hai, Shobha ji. Jitna tum sweekaar karna chahti ho usse zyada. Jab bhi tum chalti ho reshmi kapda tumhare peeche se aise sarakta hai jaise use dekha jaane ke liye hi banaaya gaya ho. 

Mummy: Mere vastron ki baat band karo. 

Uncle: Main tab band karunga jab tum wahan khadi ho kar mujhe dekhne dena band karogi. 

Thodi chup rahi, phir harkat ki awaaz—pair sarakna, ek naram dhamaki jaise koi jaldi peeche hata ho, uske baad ek chhoti tez saans jo unki thi. Ek chauki khisaki. 

Kapda kisi cheez se ragda. Ek pal aisa laga jaise halki thees ho, jaisi tab hoti hai jab ek vyakti nikalna chahe aur doosra poori tarah kinara na kare. 

Phir karkarahat wapas aayi, pehle se tez. Line poori toot gayi. Mere haath ke yantra mein sirf barish aur khaali shor bacha. 

Main yatri-niwas ke kamre mein use takta baitha raha, line ke wapas aane ka intezaar karta raha, lekin is baar woh nahi aayi. 

Baithak wali line barish ke neeche patli pad gayi. Paani lohe ke chhajje aur khidkiyon par itna pada ki wahan ki awaazein gudgudi ho gayin, isliye maine shayan-kaksh wale yantra par ungli feri. 

Maine woh wahan isliye lagaya tha kyunki ghar ki har larai aakhir us galiyaare se hokar ek dwar band karti thi. Kuch pal safed shor ke baad line pakad mein aa gayi. Pehle takhti boli, phir kapda, phir unki awaaz. 

Woh ise chhota rakhne ki koshish kar rahi thin. Woh khuli awaaz nahi thi jo haar maan le. Ek andar dabi karah, ant mein kaati hui, jaisi koi tab nikaalta hai jab deewaaron ko pata na chale. 

Karkarahat uchi hui. 

“—yahan nahi ho sakte. Yeh hamara kamra hai. Unka kamra.” 

“Yeh ek kamra hai jisme palang hai, Shobha.” 

Phir barish, yantra par uski lambi leep. Jab line saafi to maine suna sukha sarsarahat—kandhe se pallu sarkaaya jaana, phir choli ke kaanton par naram kheench. 

“Main saaf ghar rakhti hoon,” unhone kaha, awaaz neechi aur tez. “Shaam ko deep jalaati hoon. Jab upvaas banana chahiye tab banati hoon. Main yeh nahi karti.” 

“Tum yeh kar rahi ho.” 

“Main yahan khadi hoon kyunki tum aise chaabi le kar ghusey jo tumhari nahi thi. Yeh waisi baat nahi hai.” 

Unka vaakya poora hone se pehle ek chumban lag gaya. Pehle bhookha nahi tha. 

Dheema, jaanchta hua, geeli awaaz toofaan ke paar bhi saaf. Unhone uske munh mein ek chauki hui awaaz nikali, phir ek aur chhoti, jaise pehli nikal gayi ho aur doosri ko woh pakadna chahti hon. 

Karkarahat. 

“—woh band karo. Mere honth......” 

“To band kar do.” 

Unhone nahi kiya. Agli chumban gehre lagi, daanton ki halki takkar, unki saans usse takraati hui. Kapda ulajha. Kangan lakdi se takraya. 

“Main is parivaar ke liye bees saal rasona karti rahi,” unhone phusphusaya, lagbhag apne aap se. “Har rishtedaar ki nazar jheli. Kabhi kisi ko bolne ka kaaran nahi diya. Kya tum samajhte ho kisi naari ko iski keemat kya padti hai?” 

“Main samajhta hoon tum kaamp rahi ho.” 

“Woh krodh hai.” 

“Nahi. Krodh aisa nahi sunai deta.” 

Unke munh se ek aur dheemi karah nikal gayi, jald daba di gayi. Barish us khaali jagah ko bhar gayi. 

Mujhe pata tha yeh shayan-kaksh hai kyunki awaaz dehleez se sakht thi: almari ka dwar jo kabhi milkar band nahi hota, chhat ke pankhe ki tedhi kundi par tik-tik, khidki se teesri takhti ki khaas chinchinahat. 

Main in awaazon ko deewaaron ke paar sunte bada hua tha. Yeh baithak ki awaazein nahi thin. 

“Vivek, meri taraf dekho. Main kisi ki patni hoon. Kal woh isi dwar par apna thaila rakhenge. Mujhe us thaila ko dekhna padega.” 

“Kal, kal hai.” 

“Yeh bachche ka uttar hai.” 

Usne ek baar hansa, yantra ke kareeb. “Aisi raat par poori gali andhi hai. Suno ise. Us rasthe par koi nahi aa raha.” 

Barish itni bhari thi ki do imaaraton paar main bhi use daanton mein mehsoos karta tha. Usne use aadhar diya aur unhein bahaana diya, aur woh dono ka istemaal kar rahi thin. 

Phir sarsarahat—sadi, saya, subah se atyant sambhaal kar bandhe kapde ko bekaraar dhakka. Gale par chumban. Unhone aise saans kheenchy jaise jal gayi hon. 

“Mujhe veshya ki tarah mat chhoo” 

“Nahi chhoonga.” 

“Chhooge. Ek baar shuru kiya to rukna nahi aata tumhein.” 

“To mujhe koi sach baat batao,” usne kaha. “Mandir wali bhasha nahi. Achhi-patni wala bhaashan nahi. Batao dwar khulte hi tumne cheekha kyun nahi.” 

Chup. Barish. Line ke kinare ko karkarahat kutar rahi thi. 

“Mujhe laga woh the,” unhone aakhir kaha. “Ek pal laga mera beta jaldi laut aaya. Phir tum the, aur meri awaaz chali gayi.” 

“Yeh poori baat nahi hai.” 

“Jo milna hai wahi hai.” 

Jab uske haath unhein mile to unhone phir karaha, aur unhein apni hi awaaz se ghrina hui. Woh ghrina mujhe is baat se sunai di ki unhone use kitni jaldi kaat diya, kaise use shikayat bana diya. 

“Mere ghutne ab pehle jaise nahi rahe. Aise mat kheenchho. Yeh farsh thanda hai.” 

“To palang par.” 

“Kripya Vivek ” 

 

[Intruder]

Blockbuster and marvelous writing ✍️

[Sk rehan]

Sex jab karega akdom details main image dena maja ay ja ye ga

[Bumchod]

Very much interesting and seductive writing.

[Rajun]

Very nice and exciting update.

[Jamsbond]

Stunning and beautiful writing ✍️. Great going buddy.

[Peeping Tom]

Awesome,amazing and beautiful update ❤️. Thanks for writing.

[doctor ali b]

BOHAT ZABARDAST WRITTING MAZA AAGAYA BAS ABHI UPDATES ME CHUDAI B START KERO BAGHI NA HO JAYE RANDI

[Mehtab_]

Adhik chumma. Ab aur geela. Awaz pakadne wale yantra ne woh chhota, asahay shor pakda jo usne kiya jab uska munh uske honthon se hata aur phir wapas aaya. 


Kapda fars h par phusphusaya. Ek kundi. Pankha tik-tik kar raha tha. 

“Tum wahan khadi hokar har wada dohra sakti ho jo tumne kabhi kiya,” usne uske khilaf kaha. “Main phir bhi tumhe is barish ke din theek se chhodunga. Itna dheere ki tum sun sako. Itna gehrai tak ki tum yeh natak band kar do ki sirf yeh tufan hi tumhe geela kar raha hai.” 

“Mujhse un auraton jaisi baat mat karo jinko tum pehle paise dekar lete the.” 

“Main tumhe paise nahi de raha.” 

“Yeh koi prashansa nahi hai.” 

Adha vaakya kat gaya. Jab wapas aaya tab woh abhi bhi bol rahi thi, apne shareer aur uske beech neki ki deewar khadi karne ki koshish kar rahi thi. 

“Phir dono uthana.” 

“Tum asambhav ho.” 

“Tumne yeh phone par bhi kaha tha.” 

Is baar lamba karahna, jitna chahata tha usse kam awaz mein, barish khidki par dastak dete hue uske gale se nikal aaya. Usne use saans banaya, phir shabd. 

“Agar tum yeh karoge, to iska zikr mat karna. Na usse. Na mazak mein. Kabhi nahi. Main apne ghar ko koi kahaani nahi banne dungi.” 

“Yeh pehle se hi kahaani hai,” usne kaha. “Tum sirf aakhiri ho jo yeh dikhane ki koshish kar rahi ho ki tum isme nahi ho.” 

Khadkadahat, gadda bojh le raha tha, chamdi ki naram hairani bhari awaz. Usne kaha uski kurti silwat pad jayegi. Usne kaha deepak band hi rehna chahiye. 

Usne kaha padosi uski chaal pehchante hain aur jaan jayenge agar woh badal gayi. Inme se koi rok nahi tha. 

Sab uski koshish thi ki woh us aurat jaisi na dikhe jo isi kamre mein ho rahi cheez ko bilkul chahati thi, jab barish baaki gali ko mita rahi thi. 

Main andhere mein baitha tha, kaan mein yeh prasaran leke, aur static aane-jane diya, aur har toot ke peeche bhi main use sun sakta tha: vaakyon mein pavitra, gale mein asahay, aur itni sakhti se saath nahi de rahi thi ki woh pehli baat ko doosri par vishwas kara sake. 

Shayankaksh ka prasaran uski saans ke beech mein mar gaya. Ek pal ke liye socha ghar jaakar uske darwaze ki purani daar mein aankh lagaun jaise aur raaton mein kiya tha. Soch seedhi aur kathor thi, aur lag raha tha ki ab bachi hui akeli imandaar upkaran yahi hai. 

Bees minat baad shayankaksh ka yantra khanskar wapas jaga. Main nahi hila. Sirf awaz itni badhai ki sarsarahat sir mein bhar gayi. 

Do-teen minat tak sirf static tha, geele oon jaisa ghana. Uske peeche, dheeme, pankha apne tedhe kaante par tik-tik kar raha tha. Phir static patla hua, aur main ne use suna. 

Woh phir karah rahi thi, lekin ab aakriti alag thi. Pehle wali nigali hui awaz nahi. Yeh neeche se aa rahi thi, tooti hui, jaise muh band rakhna chahti ho lekin shareer woh shishtachar nahi manne de raha. 

Uske neeche geela, sthir taal tha, yantra ke bahut kareeb, khade rehne ke liye bahut antarang. Main jaanta tha ki woh use choos raha hai kyunki barish us naramapan ko chhupa nahi sakti thi, rukaav, wapas aana, gale mein woh chhoti asahay atak har baar jab woh ek pal zyada ruka. Main jaanta tha dono nange hain kyunki sarakne par kuch nahi phusphusaya. 

Na sadi. Na ghaghra. Sirf chamdi chadar ke khilaf aur geele munh ki halki chipchipahat. 

Pehle uski awaz aayi, isme aalsi. 

“Tumhara chehra chup ho gaya hai aur baaki jagah shor. Haath se mat dhakna; main tumhare shalinta ke natak ka poora mausam wait kar chuka hoon.” 

Usne kaanpti hui saans kheenchi. 

“Yeh koi natak nahi hai, Vivek. Yeh tarika hai jis se main is ghar mein rahi hoon bina ise kalaank banaye.” 

Static ne rekha chatkar wapas thook di. 

“Tumhara kalaank is palang par khula pada hai,” usne kaha. “Tumhari jaanghen kaanp rahi hain jaise kisi aise munh ka intezaar kar rahi hon jo jaldi nahi kar raha.” 

“Yeh kaanp rahi hain kyunki tum sochne nahi dete. Agar tum ek minat ke liye bhi ruk jao to main yaad kar sakti hoon ki mujhe kaun hona chahiye.” 

Usne uske khilaf ek gehra shor kiya jo yantra ne bahut saaf pakda. 

“Yaad baad mein kar lena. Abhi yeh tumhara woh akela imandaar hissa hai jise chhoone ki ijazat mili hai.” 

Woh takiye mein karahi, phir uske through shabd dhakelne lagi. 

“Aaahhh oohhh Aise mat bolo jaise tumhe koi sach mil gaya jo main Bhagwan se chhupa rahi thi. Tumhe ek kamzor raat mili, ek band gali aur ek aurat jiska beta agle kamre mein nahi hai.” 

“Tumhare bete ne mujhe chaabi di,” usne kaha, aur chadar phusphusayi jab woh aur neeche baith gaya. “Isliye agla kamra utna khali hai jitna tum maanna nahi chahti, aur tumhare shareer ne pehle hi bhashan ke khilaf mat de diya.” 

Barish khidki par dastak de rahi thi. Uski agli awaz patli thi, khud se gusse jaisi. 

“Agar tum apna munh wahan rakhe rahe to main ek bhadri vyakti ki tarah nahi bol paungi. Yeh ijazat nahi hai. Yeh tab hota hai jab tum kisi ke saath nirlajj kaam karte ho jo itne samay se aise achhoota raha ho.” 

“Phir yeh natak band karo ki itna samay kisi durghatna se hai. Main tumhari yoni par munh rakhna chahta hoon us dopahar se jab tum us bhaap mein khadi hokar dekhti rahi.” 

Ek aur geela chumma, aur neeche. Woh hansphuli jaise hawa ka tapman badal gaya ho. 

“Tum us din ko raseed ki tarah istemal nahi kar sakte. Main isliye gayi thi kyunki tumne toliya manga tha, isliye nahi ki maine yeh pesh kiya.” 

“Tum itni der ruki ki sab dekh liya,” usne kaha. “Jo aurat sirf darwaza chahti, use darwaza tumse jaldi mil jata.” 

Usne jawab dene ki koshish ki aur jawab karahne mein toot gaya. 

“Meri taangein isliye nimantran nahi ban jaati ki khul gayin. Tumne unhe dhakela. Main abhi bhi kisi ki patni hoon barish ki raat mein, koi cheez nahi jo tumne yaad se manga ho. aahhhhhhh” 








“Tumhara swad aisa hai jaise tum hukum milne ke baare mein sochti rahi ho. Mujhe batao ki us varta ke baad ek bhi raat aisi nahi gayi jab yeh tasveer tumhari aankhon ke peeche na baithi ho.” 

Static chamka, mar gaya. 

“Main tumhe apni raatein rakhne ko nahi dungi,” usne phusphusaya. “Andhere mein jo socha woh mere aur andhere ke beech hai. Woh tumhara isliye nahi ho jata ki tumne ab apna munh mujh par rakh diya. aaahhh ooohhhhhh” 

“Woh us pal se mera ho gaya jab tumne doosra chumma lamba hone diya. Tumhari yoni pehle se hi mujhe us bhasha mein jawab de rahi hai jo seekhne mein tumhara munh bahut ghamandi hai.” 

Usne ek asahay shor kiya aur phir vaakya phir mil gaye. 

“Iska naam aise mat lo. Tum aise bolte ho jaise haat mein phal bayan kar rahe ho. Is darwaze ke us paar meri ek zindagi hai aaahhhh ooohhhhhhh” 

“Main woh bayan kar raha hoon jise main mahinon se khana chahta hoon,” usne kaha, aur imandari mein koi narmi nahi bachi thi. “Har baar jab tum dhag par jhukti, har baar jab pallu khisakta, main sochta tumhe peeth ke bal litakar apna samay lene ka.” 

Pankha tik-tik karta raha. Barish ghar ki dararon ko bhar rahi thi. 

“Mahine ek sweekarokti hain, ashirwad nahi. Tyoharon aur sadharan Mangalwaron se hoti hui ek vivahit stree ko chahna aaj ki raat ko pavitra nahi bana deta.” 

“Maine kabhi pavitra nahi manga. Maine tumhe khuli manga, aur tum ho.” 

Woh phir karahi, is baar lambe samay tak, awaz agle shabdon mein bahne lagi unhe mitane ke bajay. 

Usne uski jaangh ke andar ke hisse ko itni zor se chuma ki main sun saka. 

“Phir keemat chukao. Tumhari yoni aise naram hai jo upadeshon se mel nahi khati. Yeh tumhare ghamand ke likhe jaane se lambi der se taiyar hai.” 

“Aaahhh oohhhhh Taiyar woh shabd hai jo purush tab istemal karte hain jab unhe stree ko dosh mein saajhedar banana ho. Maine tumhe is palang par nahi bulaya.ah ah ah aoohhhhhh” 








Antarik yantra phir kat gaya, barish itni bhari thi. Main jaanta tha maa sach mein kisi aur purush ke avaidh munh ka anand le rahi thi jo uska pati nahi hai. 

Main us mrit sarsarahat ke saath lambe dhundhle daur tak raha, pehli baar se zyada krodhit kyunki ab mere sir mein ek awaz thi jise main utar nahi sakta tha. Jab sambandh wapas aaya to uski awaz ke saath nahi aaya. 

Woh geeli, tooti hui hawa ke saath wapas aaya. 

Ubkaai. Shabd nahi. Bhasha jaisi aakriti wala karahna nahi. Gale mein ek ghana, taalmaya sangharsh, yantra ke kareeb, jaise uska munh bhara ho aur barish ka isse koi lena-dena na ho. 

Meri pehli soch thi ki use takiye mein munh niche kar diya gaya ho aur saaf saans na mil rahi ho. Doosri soch thi ki usne uska munh dhak liya ho. Dono theek nahi baithi. 

Awaz mein geela kheenchaav tha, andar jaate hue gala atakna aur bahar aate hue chhota atakna, phir bhi main tasveer ko tikka nahi saka. Main ne use bolte nahi suna. Woh anupasthiti tufan se tez thi. 

Sirf woh bol raha tha. 

“Bas yahi. Bilkul aise. Tumhe mere liye natak nahi karna; tum isme pehle se hi usse behtar ho jitna tum hona chahti ho.” 

Ubkaai ne use jawab diya. Ek chhoti, gala-ghuti awaz. Phir ek aur. 

“Dheere. Tum ise vivad ki tarah lene ki koshish karti rehti ho. Apna munh usi tarah istemal karo jaise us doorbhash varta par saans istemal ki thi.” 

Main itna jhuka ki kaan ka yantra dard karne laga, uski koi shabd, ek na, ek naam, kuch bhi dhoondhta jo awaz ki aakriti samjha sake. Kuch nahi aaya siway us doobe hue gale ke kaam aur honthon ki halki geelapan ke. 

“Achha,” usne kaha, aur usme prashansa thi jisse mera pet palat gaya. “Tum aisi stree dikhti ho jisne yeh kabhi nahi kiya aur aisi stree jo isi pal iske liye bani ho. Isi par raho.” 

Ek gala-ghutne wali awaz, lambi. Yantra phata. Barish dastak de rahi thi jaise kamre mein ghusna chahti ho. 

Main abhi bhi nahi jaanta tha ki kya sun raha hoon. Main jaanta tha woh nahi bol rahi. Main jaanta tha woh prasann hai. Main jaanta tha awaz kisi ke us vastu ke aas-paas kaam karne ki thi jo vaakyon ke liye jagah nahi chhodti. 

Mera man takiye tak, uske haath tak, uski apni mutthi tak pahuncha, aur koi andaza tikka nahi. Rekha kathor, antarang aur adhoori rahi. 

“Aaram se,” usne phusphusaya. “Tum le sakti ho. Tum le rahi ho. Jab tum iske aakaar se ladna band karogi, tum bilkul utni achhi sunogi jitna main socha tha aisi raat par.” 

Woh phir ubki, aur barish baaki par chha gayi. 

Antarik yantra jitni der main chahta tha usse zyada mara raha. Barish yatri-griha ki khidki par dastak de rahi thi. Main chakra ghumata raha, intezaar karta. Phir static phootkar wapas aaya—karkasha, asaman—aur uske saath uski awaz. 

Woh khans rahi thi. Sadharan khansi nahi. Geeli. Gale mein atki. Waisi awaz jo insaan tab karta hai jab kuch munh mein bahut andar ho aur shareer use bahar dhakelne ki koshish kare. 

Maa: Ruko… ruko— 

Vivek: Naak se saans lo. Bas yahi. 

Maa: Yeh… bahut zyada hai. 

Vivek: Tum pehle hi aadha le chuki ho. Tumne iska swad liya. Tumne mehsoos kiya yeh jeebh par kaise baithta hai. Ab main baaki chahta hoon. 








(Rekha phati, kuch pal ke liye gayab hui, phir kamzor wapas aayi, jaise barish sanket ko chaba rahi ho. Lagta tha maa ne apna raatri vastr phir pehan liya) 

Maa: Tum mujhe isme kyun badal rahe ho? 

Vivek: Main tumhe kuch nahi bana raha. Main sirf woh nikal raha hoon jo tum pehle se chhupa rahi thi. Woh stree jo doorbhash par ruki rahi. Woh stree jisne mere bolte hue apne aap ko chhua. Woh stree jo aaj raat resham pehankar darwaza kholi. 

Maa: Main shayankaksh iske liye nahi aayi thi. 

Vivek: Phir bhi tum palang par mere bade ling ko choos rahi ho. Khidkiyon par barish. Chai thandi ho gayi. Das minat pehle mera munh tumhari yoni par tha aur ab tumhara munh mujh par hai. Yeh koi durghatna nahi hai, Shobha ji. 

Maa: Yeh bada hai… 

Vivek: Main jaanta hoon. Isliye tumhari awaz aisi hai. Ise aur dheere lo. Tum pehle aadhe ko pehle hi sama chuki ho. Aasan hisse par mat ruko. 

(Sanket mein ek aur giravat. Jab wapas aaya woh tez saans le rahi thi, aur uski saans ke neeche ek geeli, sarakti awaz thi.) 

Maa: Main poora nahi le sakti. 

Vivek: Tum le sakti ho. Tum sirf yeh maanna nahi chahti ki tum chahti ho. Khud dekho. Apne hi shayankaksh mein baithi ho mere ling ko munh mein liye hue jab tumhare pati ki tasveerein kuch kadam door latki hain. 

Vivek: Phir humein kahin aur chale jana chahiye. Tumhare bete ke kamre mein. 

Maa: Haan. Bas… mera nahi. 

Vivek: Nahi. Main tumhe ladke ke palang par nahi chhodunga jaise humein asbab se kuch chhupana ho. Agar tumhara gale mein mera ling chahiye, to yahin karogi. Ya us kamre mein logi jahan tum patni ki tarah soti ho. Woh tasveerein dekh sakti hain. Mujhe parvah nahi. 

(Woh chup ho gayi. Sirf barish aur uske munh ki geeli awaz bachi. Main grahak ko kaan par aur zor se dabaya.) 

Maa: Tum gande ho. 

Vivek: Aur tum abhi bhi choos rahi ho. Yeh batata hai hum dono mein kaun jhoot bol raha hai. 








Ubkaai phir shuru hui—is baar tez, kachchi, jaise woh bahut aage chali gayi ho aur uska gala uske aas-paas band ho gaya ho. Mujhe ek kaan ka yantra hatana pada. Woh bahut kareeb, bahut geela, bahut saaf tha. Main abhi bhi unke shareeron ki sahi sthiti nahi jaanta tha. 

Mere paas sirf awaz thi. Mujhe tasveer chahiye thi. Main dekhna chahta tha uska munh uske aas-paas kaisa khicha hua dikhta, uske stan kaise latakte jab woh aur lene ki koshish karti, uske haath uski jaanghon par kaise rakhe the. Chahne se aur bura ho raha tha. 

Vivek: Aaram se. Poori tarah mat hatao. Wahin raho. 

Maa: Mujhe hawa chahiye— 

Vivek: Phir hawa lo aur wapas aao. Tum rekha paar kar chuki ho. Ab rukna sirf natak hai. 

Static ne unhe phir nigal liya. Jab rekha wapas aayi main ne sirf use suna—gehre karahne, uske munh ka geela kheenchaav, chhote asahay shor jo woh koshishon ke beech karti. 

Mera apna ling sirf usi se dardnak tarah se kathor ho gaya tha. Koi chhavi nahi. Koi chalit-chitra nahi. Sirf barish, uska gala, aur yeh gyan ki woh karti rahi chahe uski awaz kehti rahi ki woh yeh nahi banna chahti. 

Maa: Main aisi nahi hoon. 

Vivek: Yahi tum ho jab tumhare palang par koi aisa nahi baitha jo madad kare. Jaari rakho. Poora. Aadha nahi. 

Ubkaai ek baar phir uthi, phir antarik yantra static mein phatkar mar gaya. Main yatri-griha ke kamre mein baitha raha ek kaan ka yantra abhi bhi lagaye, ling patloon ke khilaf kathor, sirf barish sunte, aur rekha ke wapas aane ka intezaar karte. 

 

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