Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

[obsessed]

What an excellent, exciting and enticing story it is! Just awesome and amazing writings!

[Ron007]

Danshu, dhamadar, dhamaka aur ekdum fataka writings!

[Lavoni]

Chamatkar aur umda update

[Sheuli Akter]

Kamaal hai yaar, ekdum kamaal ka update.

[doctor ali b]

zabardast

[MaaBeti]

Bahut badhiya, zabardast aur jhakkas update

[Avneet]

Nice story

[Mehtab_]

Main kaan ke yantra lagaye ling mal raha tha. Kamra chhota tha. Apni saans sun sakta tha. 


“Main— main chal raha hoon. Sidhiyan. Barish. Itna hi.” 

“Tum haanf rahe ho.” 

“Jaldi chala. Maine kaha ghar par nahi hoon.” 

“Maine ghar ki taar-rekha par bulaya. Phir unke chalte doorbhash par. Abhi bhi kuch nahi. Woh theek hain?” 

Doosri rekha par, us kaan se jo pita par nahi tha, Maa ne ek kachcha aahhhh chhoda jab Vivek ne kamar neeche kheench li. 

Maine nigala. 

“Unhe achha samay bit raha hai,” maine kaha, phir suna yeh kaise baitha aur zabardasti vyakhya kheenchi taaki asli tasveer na nikal jaye. 

“Matlab— thaki hui thin. Kaha jaldi soengi. Ghar shant hai. Barish tez hai. Shayad doorbhash chup kar diya. Kal subah milana. Uthaengi jab… jab khuli hon.” 

“Tumne achha samay kaha.” 

“Matlab jab main nikla to pareshan nahi thin. Jane ko kaha. Itna hi kaha.” 

“Tumhari awaz ajeeb hai.” 

“Sambandh. Barish. Unhe bataunga tumne bulaya. Kal. Aaj raat baar-baar mat bajana. Unhe lagega tumhe kuch ho gaya.” 

Woh ek pal chup rahe. 

“Theek hai. Kal. Is thand mein bahar lambe mat rehna.” 

“Nahi rahunga.” 

Maine kaat diya aur turant hatheli ki edi ling par aur zor se dabayi kyunki uski awaz unki baat ke liye ruki nahi thi. 

Yahi kathor hissa seedha: ek kaan mein pita se baat, doosre mein maa ko Chacha se chhode jaate suna, aur shareer ne is milaan ko indhan samjha. 

Haanfta isliye tha ki sahla raha tha, sidhiyon se nahi. Unhe “achha” samay isliye kaha kyunki sach yeh tha ki aisa samay bit raha tha jo vivahit stree ko saat aahvan uthana bhula de. 

Ise neend aur khamoshi ka libas pehnaya taaki yeh na kehna pade: woh Vivek par baithi hai, jaanghen uski jaanghon se thapak rahi hain, aur abhi bhi nahi maanti use achha lag raha. 

Shayankaksh mein baatchit komal nahi hui. 

“Woh kampan kiska tha?” Vivek ne poocha. Uska doorbhash fars h ke kapde mein kahin gunj raha tha. “Phir wahi?” 

“Unki baat mat karo jab tum— aahhhh—jab tum mere andar ho.” 

“Main uski patni ke andar hoon. Uska naam pehle se kamre mein hai.” 

“Maine nahi uthaya. Yeh tumhare liye kaafi hona chahiye. Uuuhhhhhh—ise vijay-chinh mat banao.” 

“Yeh vijay-chinh hai. Achhi stree pati ko nazarandaaz karti hai kyunki yoni vyast hai.” 

“Chup raho. Aahhhh—main koi vijay-chinh nahi.” 

“Phir ek ki tarah sawari mat karo.” 







Usne dheema karne ki koshish ki. Main ne koshish suni: thapon ke beech lamba antar. Phir uske haathon ne kamar par antar phir band kar diya. Woh tez karahi, apni hi awaz ke aakaar se mayus. 

“Aahhhh—maine kaha itna tez nahi.” 

“Tumhara shareer usi pal tez ho jata hai jab main chhodta hoon. Main sirf tumse mil raha hoon.” 

“Tum nahi mil rahe. Tum kheench rahe ho.” 

“Main woh dikha raha hoon jo tumne shuru kiya. Tum upar baith gayi. Yahi anavaran hai. Shant maa wala natak is kon par nahi bachta.” 

“Main abhi bhi maa hoon. Uuuhhhhhh—woh mat chheeno.” 

“Main tumhara patni-charitra nahi chheen raha. Woh jhoot chheen raha hoon ki tum geeli nahi hoti.” 

“Veshyayon se behtar,” usne phir kaha, lagbhag khud se, jaise tulna itni achhi lagi ho ki chhodni na ho. “Woh uchhal naqli karti hain. Tum uchhal chhupati ho aur phir bhi imandaar nikal aati hai.” 

“Maine kaha mat tulo. Aahhhh—unse behtar nahi banna chahti. Ise khatam chahti hoon.” 

“Agar khatam chahti to uthkar khadi ho jaati. Abhi us par baithi ho. Yahi akela parikshan maayne rakhta hai.” 

Main yatri-griha ke palang par pada raha, mutthi chalti, kaan ke yantra us parikshan se bhare. Maanti nahi thi. Chup rehne ko kehti. Veshyayon ke bagal na rakhne ko kehti. 

Kehti yeh vivah ka shayankaksh hai. 

Aur apna bojh us par girati rahi, jaangh se jaangh, geeli aur tez, kyunki sambhog itna meetha ho chuka tha ki dimaag ka vivahit hissa ab gaadi nahi chala raha tha. 

Jangli hissa chala raha tha. Pavitra hissa usi pal haar raha tha, kavita ki tarah nahi, us stree ki tarah jo abhi bhadra dikhna chahti ho jab uska apna taal use pakad le. 

Maine kaatkar seedha ling par wapas gaya. 

Haath mein koi viram nahi tha. Pita ki awaz abhi sir mein thi aur Maa ki awaz kaan ke yantra mein, aur dono milkar mujhe naram nahi, aur zor se sahlaate the. 

Yeh seedhi baat hai. Main yatri-griha ke palang par tha, patloon khuli, mutthi geeli, apne ghar ko aise sunta jaise koi ganda chalit-chitra jiski keemat di ho. 

Prasaran par woh abhi upar thi aur gehraai par chekhne lagi. 

“Aahhhh—bahut ooncha lag raha hai—Vivek—uuuhhhhhh—jab aage aaun to kamar neeche mat kheencho—” 

“Yahi jagah hai,” usne kaha. “Isliye tum tez ho.” 

“Tez hoon kyunki bahut zyada hai. Aahhhh—pet bhara lagta hai. Haath hatao.” 

“Haath hataun to bhi tum us par girti ho. Maine teen baar dekha.” 

“Chup raho. Uuuhhhhhh—bas samapt karo. Main tum par bahut der se hoon.” 

Phir sawari mein ek alag awaz mili. Thap nahi. Ek chhoti, geeli ghumti awaz, aur uski awaz aise badli jo yoni se nahi thi. 

Yahi tarika tha jisse main jaana uski beech wali ungli uske gude ke aas-paas mal rahi thi. 

Seedha kahunga. Jab purush stree ke neeche ho aur woh uchal rahi ho, haath aksar kamar ya nitamb par hote hain. Agar ek ungli gaal se hatkar dono gaalon ke beech ke sakht chhed ko ghumne lage, do baat hoti hain. 

Ek: karahna teekha aur zyada chakit ho jata hai, kyunki woh chhed chhue jaane ka aadi nahi. Do: woh jagah ka naam leti hai. Usne liya. 

“Aahhhh—wahan se ungli hatao. Vivek. Wahan nahi. Uuuhhhhhh—woh tumhare liye nahi.” 

“Andar nahi daal raha. Sirf bahar mal raha hoon. Naram. Garam. Band jaise tumne kabhi kisi ko kholne nahi diya.” 

Main yatri-griha mein hans pada. Awaz kathor nikli. 

Hansa kyunki meri bhadra maa, jo band snaangrih ke darwazon par daantti thi, Vivek par baithi use keh rahi thi gude se ungli hatao. 

Hansi chot thi. Uski bhi thi jo itna aage nikal chuka ho ki nirdosh dikhana bacha na ho. 

“Naram lagti hai,” usne kaha. “Tumhara guda usse naram hai jo main ek vivahit stree ka sochta. Raste mein baal nahi. Sirf sakht chamdi. Har baar jab baithti ho yeh meri ungli ko wapas dhakelti hai.” 

“Iski baat mat karo. Aahhhh—hatao. Maine yeh nahi diya.” 

“Yoni bhi nahi di thi. Phir bhi mere paas hai.” 

“Woh alag hai. Uuuhhhhhh—peeche maila hai. Wahan ungli mat rakho.” 

“Maila woh shabd hai jo log tab istemal karte hain jab dar ho naya ehsaas pasand aa jaye. Main sirf ghumata hoon. Mehsoos ho raha hai?” 

“Ho raha hai. Aahhhh—mehsoos nahi karna chahti. Hatao.” 

Usne ungli andar dhakelne ki koshish ki. 

Gayi nahi. 

Maine use karahte suna aur use uchalte, phir usne nitamb ki baat khulkar kahi. 

“Tumhara nitamb bahut bada hai. Gaal haath dhak lete hain. Chhed mil jata hai lekin jab dabata hoon, sakht chhed ungli ko bagal fenk deta hai. Ruko.” 

“Uske liye nahi rukungi. Aahhhh—Vivek, main gambhir hoon. Andar nahi.” 

“Andar ja hi nahi raha. Yeh gaal raste mein hain. Bhaari. Yahi hota hai baithne, pakane aur poori peeth par sadi bandhne ke varshon se. Dekhne mein sunder. Us ungli ke liye bura jo pravesh chahe.” 

“Phir koshish band karo. Uuuhhhhhh—aage ling istemal karo aur samapt karo. Ek raat ke liye itna paap kaafi hai.” 

Woh chahti thi woh jaldi gire. Yeh hissa aasan hai. Agar gire, raat ka ant ho. Khadi ho, dhoye, dikha sake kamra phir sirf kamra hai. Woh aur anand chahta tha. 

Yeh bhi aasan hai. Jo purush vivahit stree ka intezaar kar chuka ho, pehli lambe chudai das minat mein nahi khatam karni chahta. 

Woh kheenchta hai. Sthiti badalta hai. Ungli wahan rakhta hai jahan usne na kaha taaki woh shareer mein rahe aur sirf patni bankar tair na jaye. 

“Jab chaahun gir sakta hoon,” usne kaha. “Chun raha hoon na girun. Tumhari yoni abhi choos rahi hai. Jaldi ke ek chhoot par kyun barbaad karun?” 

“Kyunki maine maanga. Aahhhh—kyunki taangein kaanp rahi hain. Kyunki yeh kal samjhane se aage nikal chuka hai.” 

“Kal is palang par nahi hai.” 

Usne use khada kiya. 

Maine suna gadda unka bojh khoya, uske pair fars h par lage, uska karahna khadi hansphun ban gaya. 

Jab mota ling nikalta hai, ek geeli awaz aati hai, phir stree ki awaz ek pal khali padti hai kyunki khichav chala jata hai. Phir usne use hilaaya. 

“Deewar ki taraf.” 

“Kyun. Uuuhhhhhh—mushkil se khadi hoon.” 

“Kyunki tumhe seedha chahta hoon. Haath deewar par. Nitamb bahar.” 

Main jaanta tha deewar ki taraf hai chahe dikha nahi. Vyakhya seedhi hai. Shayankaksh ka yantra almari ke kareeb tha, jo khidki wali deewar par hai, dwar wali nahi. Jab boli, awaz aise unchi jaise kandhe par maari ho, chhoti aur kareeb. Uski awaz peeche se aayi. 

Pankha uske munh ke saamne tik-tik karta, palang ke oopar nahi. Yeh kamre ki awazen thin jinme main pala. Unhone naksha bataya. 

Phir dhakel phir shuru hui, tez. 

Peeche se khade hona alag yantra hai. Woh taangen istemal kar sakta hai. Nitamb pakadkar de mar sakta hai. Isliye tez, kathor taal suna—thap-thap-thap—chamdi par chamdi, gadda nigalne ko nahi. 

Tez chhod raha tha kyunki palang se utarke taza tha aur kyunki deewar stree ko kam nikaas deti hai. Ya to wapas dhakel sakti hai ya ghutne taan sake. 

Main jaanta tha use maza aa raha kyunki usne wapas dhakela. 








Jo stree sirf khatam chahti hai, nitamb mar jaate hain aur wait karti hai. Jo kuch nikal rahi hoti hai, dhakel se milti hai. Main ne uska nitamb usme wapas thapakte suna, sirf lena nahi. 

Vivek ne bhi yahi wajah se jaana, aur ek aur: woh aur geeli ho gayi. Yeh suna jaata hai. Machmach tez ho jaati hai. Sarak aasan. Sookhi stree chipchipi, rokne wali awaz karti hai. Woh sookhi nahi thi. 

“Tumhe yeh achha lag raha hai,” usne kaha. 

“Nahi. Aahhhh—khadi isliye hoon ki tumne yahan khada kiya.” 

“Tum us par peeche aa rahi ho. Yahi pasand hai. Tumhari yoni ne palak jhapkai. Yeh bhi pasand hai.” 

“Chup raho. Uuuhhhhhh—ghutne chale jayenge.” 

“Phir taan lo. Chahta hoon har dhakel mehsoos karo jab us deewar ko dekho jise bees varsh se ghoor rahi ho.” 

Ek pal main ne chumme sune. 

Ek halka nahi. Dhakelon ke beech geele munh ki awazen. Yahi se jaana peeche se chhodte hue woh bhi chum rahi thi. Agar sirf woh chumta, ek-tarfa lepan sunta aur woh munh pherne ki koshish. 

Jo suna do munh the, uska karahna uske munh mein jata, phir nikalta. 

Log khade sambhog mein tab chumte hain jab yoni ka ehsaas chehra murkh kar de. Abhi maanti nahi thi. Chumme ne uski jagah maan liya. 

“Koi lajja nahi,” usne uske khilaf kaha. “Tumhara pati rel par hai ya yaan par ya jahan bhi ho, tumhe bula raha hai, aur tum mere ling par karah rahi ho meri jeebh munh mein liye.” 

“Aahhhh—chumte hue yeh mat kaho.” 

“Aur bura kahunga. Tumne is ghar mein ekstra chaabi wale purush ko aane diya aur ab tumhari apni jaangh se tapak raha hai. Achhi patni dwar par chekhti. Tum palang par chekhi.” 

“Maine jaane ko kaha tha. Uuuhhhhhh—” 

“Munh se kaha. Yoni ne rok liya. Is kamre mein lajja bachi nahi siway us ke jo tumhe aur geela karti hai.” 

“Mere paas lajja hai. Isliye khatam chahti hoon.” 

“Jo lajja wapas chumti hai, lajja nahi. Woh bhookh hai jo sir mein sadi pehne ho.” 

Woh hukum deta raha jab dhakelta raha. 

“Haath deewar par oonche karo. Kamaan banao. Yeh nitamb mat chhupao. Jab gehra jaye mera naam kaho. Unka nahi. Mera.” 

“Vivek—aahhhh—Vivek— yeh sthiti nahi thaam pati—” 

“Thaamo. Meethi yoni. Meethi jaise bachaakar rakhhi gayi phir atipak gayi. Mehsoos karta hoon tum jakadti ho jab ganda kehta hoon. Phir karo.” 

“Jaan-bujhkar nahi jakad rahi.” 

“Jaan-bujhkar hi. Jab karahna rokne ki koshish karti ho deewaren kas jaati hain. Yahi nishani hai.” 

Lagbhag do ghante ho chuke the. Jaanta tha doorbhash ki ghadi se aur isliye ki barish ne irada nahi badla. Ek ghar mein pehli raat do ghante chhodna lambe hote hain. 

Maanspeshi thakte hain. Yoni geeli rehti hai agar uska man ho. Uski geeli rahi. Yeh kavita nahi. Yeh snehan hai jo sookhta nahi jab dimaag abhi vivad kare. 

“Phir jakad rahi ho,” usne kaha. “Mere ling ke aas-paas sakht chhalle jaise doohna chahti ho.” 








“Nahi. Aahhhh—shareer tab karta hai jab tum bahut gehra jaate ho. Yeh pratikriya hai.” 

“Khud se jhoot bolti ho. Pratikriya do ghante taal nahi rakhti. Anand rakhta hai.” 

Woh jakad seedha yeh batati thi ki anand le rahi thi: jo yoni ho raha se nafrat kare, kas kar dardnak tarah band ho jaati hai aur stree khisakne ki koshish karti hai. 

Jo aur chahe, dhakel ke saath pakadti aur chhodti hai, jaise mutthi jo jaane na dena chahe. 

Uski pakad rahi thi. Usne pratikriya kaha. Usne jhoot kaha. Maine wahi kaha jo usne, kyunki peeche khichte geela kheenchaav sun sakta tha. 

Kabhi nahi socha tha Maa itni jaldi is tarah ke sambhog se prem kar baithengi doosre purush ke vishal ling ko andar liye. Prem kathor shabd hai. Matlab uske shareer ne khiche jaane ka swad seekh liya aur thooka nahi. 

Pita ne kabhi aise nahi chhoda. Bina zyada andaze ke kah sakta hoon kyun. Woh aise purush hain jo thakkar aate hain, shanti chahte hain, sambhog ko chhota vivah-kartavya samajhte hain. Ganda nahi bolte. 

Doosre ghante stree ko deewar se lagaaye khada nahi rakhte. Itna lamba karahne nahi dete ki karahna aadat ban jaye. Stree poora vivah thodi jakdi reh sakti hai agar koi us jakdan ko kabhi na chhode. 

Vivek woh kaam kar raha tha. Mujhe us par tedha garv hua, us putra ka garv jisne chaabiyan de di thin aur ab parinaam sun raha tha. Yeh beemar garv hai. Phir bhi hua. 

“Khadi nahi reh pati,” usne kaha. “Aahhhh—jaanghen khatam. Pair sunn. Chhodo to gir jaungi.” 

“Phir mere ling par giro. Fars h par mat giro.” 

“Thak gayi hoon, Vivek. Uuuhhhhhh—peeth kas gayi. Deewar se kalaiyan dard karti hain. Samapt karo.” 

“Thakaan bhi jakadti hai. Ek aur sthiti wait kar sakta hoon.” 








Maine pyaliyan girti sunin. 

Bagal ki mez ki koi cheez—pani ki pyali, shayad woh chhoti dhatu-katori jo palang ke kareeb rakhti—kinare se utri aur kaisi par phooti. 

Dhamaka barish ke neeche bhi teekha tha. Woh dar se aur dhakel se ek saath chekhi. 

“Aahhhh—pyali—rehne do—dekhne mat ruko—nahi, wait, matlab aur gandagi mat failao—uuuhhhhhh—Vivek, kripya, padosi samjhenge koi ghus aaya—” 

“Barish pyali se tez hai. Koi nahi aata.” 

“Kripya dheeme. Binti hai. Taangein khatam. Kamra ganda. Kal subah pati ko tooti pyali samjhani hogi.” 

“Yeh samjhana ki itni zor se chhodi gayi ki pyali giri. Yahi sachcha path hai.” 

“Woh path nahi likhungi. Aahhhh—bas giro. Samapt karke jao oooohhh uuhhhhhh” 

Usne kehna shuru kiya ki girna chahta hai. 

Purush yeh tab kehte hain jab kareeb hon aur tab bhi jab stree ko kaam ki ghabrahat deni ho. Ghabrahat yoni kasati hai. Dono istemal kiye. 

“Tumhe bharunga.” 

“Mat. Aahhhh—andar mat girna. Nikaalo. Gambhir hoon. Yeh jokhim nahi le sakti.” 

“Tumhara garbhashay jokhim-baat nahi sun raha.” 

“Vivek—uuuhhhhhh—andar nahi. Dhoungi. Prarthana karungi. Jo chaho karungi. Andar nahi.” 

“Tum ‘andar nahi’ aise karah rahi ho jaise doosri striyan ‘aur gehra’ karahteen.” 

“Woh nahi karah rahi. Cheta rahi hoon. Aahhhh—jab giro to nikaal lena.” 

Ek aur baat hui, jo suchi mein nahi thi: usne nitamb ke aas se haath ghumaakar do ungliyon se yoni-shikhar malna shuru kiya jab khade-khade chhodta raha. Yeh aam chaal hai aur iska saaf uddeshya. Ling andar lagta hai. 








Ungliyan bahar bindu par lagti hain. Saath milkar stree ko dono alag cheezon se tez karwaati hain. 

Maine uski awaz aahhhh ki ladi mein toot-te suni jise kaat nahi saki. Nafrat thi ki kaat nahi saki. Yahi anand tha jis par hastakshar nahi karti. 

“Munh kholo,” usne baad mein kaha, abhi peetta. “Jeebh par girna chahta hoon.” 

“Nahi. Nahi choosungi. Munh mein nahi lungi. Aahhhh—yeh bahut zyada hai.” 

“Phir yoni mein girunga. Fars h par kheenchkar barbaad nahi karunga. Yeh bhaar tumhare andar ya jeebh par ka hai. Chuno.” 

“Yeh nyayi chunav nahi.” 

“Yahi akela chunav hai. Ghanton se andar hoon. Angochhe par veerya nahi barbaad karunga.” 

Usne chirchira shor kiya. Mohak nahi. Chirchira jaise us stree ka jiske paas saaf vikalp khatam. 

“Theek. Uuuhhhhhh—theek. Andar nahi. Main— main munh istemal karungi. Munh mein bhar dena, par sir mat dhakelna. Aur karte hue veshyayon ki baat mat karna.” 

“Phir ghum jao.” 

Antarik yantra—prasaran—mar gaya. 

Static, phir kuch nahi. Main yatri-griha ke palang par itni jaldi uth baitha ki pet kas gaya. Chhoti, kaamuk gusse se bhar gaya. 

Phir kareeb tha. Uski haar ki awaz chahta tha. Awaz khona aisa laga jaise kisi ne antim drishya se pehle chalit-chitra bujha diya ho. 

Jo saste bina-taar tantra ke saath karte ho wahi kiya. Doorbhash ki rekhaen dekhin. Upkaran band-khola. Thaile mein grahak-peti ki bagal thapki. 

Yatri-griha ki khidki tak gaya jaise deewar se door honese doosri gali ka sanket sudhre. 

Wait kiya, saans ke neeche gaali deta, mutthi abhi ling par jaise murkh sochta ho pakde rakhne se raat na khatam hogi. 

Lagbhag paanch minat baad rekha phir jakdi. 

Is baar thap nahi suni. 

Choosna suna. 

Vishal, geeli, saaf munh ki awazen. Vinamra chumma nahi. Honthon ka ling ke aas-paas ghana kheenchaav, thook, ek ubkaai jo chhupane ki koshish, uske oopar uski saans, kabhi-kabhi daba karahna jab jeebh par kaanpta. 

Do ghante ki chudai us cheez par khatam hui jise qasam khaayi thi nahi karegi, aur kaan ke yantra usse bhar gaye jab main kiraye ke palang par baitha aur phir sahlaane laga apni maa ki awaz par jo dekh rahi thi veerya yoni mein na gire. 






 

[Olivia.]

Garam aur masaladar update

[Intruder]

Too much hot and spicy update.

[Fantastic Four]

Really thrilling and sizzling writings!

[मासूम माँ]

Lajawab, awesome aur chamatkar update

[Smalldick]

Lovely, lusty, spicy and superb writings!

[The King of Devils]

What a high-quality writing skill! You are really a brilliant and genius writer. Hats off! Please keep writing.

[doctor ali b]

zabardast update bohat gajab

[Dhakaiya Mastan]

Excellent and extremely erotic update

[doctor ali b]

update kab aaye ga bahi

[chrisgale159]

Bro how to make those gif with ai which ai ahve you used can you tell me

[Mehtab_]

Pehle awaz mein mehsoos hua, taal mein baad mein: woh chahti thi woh jaldi samapt kare. 


Do ghante ke sambhog ke baad munh ka kaam prem nahi. Yeh stree hai jo niyantran karna chahti hai veerya kahan jaye. Agar munh mein gire to yoni mein na gire. Yahi uska sauda tha. Isliye tez ki. 

Suna choosna chhota aur kasaa hota gaya, kam savdhan, zyada kaam jaisa. Munh-se-chudai mein ek aur kaamuk baat hoti hai aur seedha kahunga. Jab stree thaki ho aur phir bhi “saaf ant” chahti ho, neeche haath rakhti hai aur shir par munh ek saath. 

Mutthi ki geeli dhakel aur honth milkar sirf honthon se jaldi giraate hain. 

Woh dohra shor suna: sarrak, chamdi, sarrak. Woh mutthi se dhakelti choosti rahi. Ise “khatam karna” kehti. Phir bhi ganda suna. 

Phir woh karaha. 

Purush ka girne wala karahna stree ke karahne jaisa nahi. Neeche se aata hai. Seene mein atakta hai. 








Suna woh jakda, suna uske munh ki geeli mohar us par rahi, suna bhaar ka ghana nigalne-sa aarambh jab veerya us jeebh par pada jo wahan nahi chahti thi. 

“Aah—lo—Shobha—mat hatao—” 

Usne uske aas-paas gala-ghuta shor kiya. Shabd nahi. Bhare munh ki awaz. 

“Yahi. Poora. Andar rakho. Raat bhar andar rehne ke baad fars h par mat barbaad karo.” 

Usne ling munh se nikaala. 

Geeli phat suna, phir woh bolne ki koshish veerya jeebh par baithe. Spasht nahi tha. Ghana, bigada, aadhe shabd, aadha thook. 

“Mmnh—Vivek—mat— maine kaha— nnnh—mere—” 

“Mat thookna.” Awaz ab karari thi, baad-awaz. “Himmat na karna thookne ki. Thaame raho. Dekhna chahta hoon jo wada kiya woh rakha.” 

“Maine— mmph—yeh wada nahi—” 

“Munh chuna taaki yoni na bharun. To nigalo. Yahi keemat hai.” 

Phir meethe shabd, jo chaal purush tab chalate hain jab ant ki kathor cheez bina nal tak daude karwani ho. 

“Aaram se. Naak se saans. Bhali. Sirf main hoon. Kathin hissa ho chuka. Neeche bhej do. Bas. Socho mat. Pi lo.” 

Mere sir mein chhaviyan seedhi aur gandi thin. Maa apne shayankaksh mein ghutnon par ya kamar se jhuki, munh Vivek se bhara, barish abhi chhat par, kahin peeche parivaar ki tasveer, pita ke anuttarit aahvan chup doorbhash par dher. 

Soicha: thookegi. Soicha: agar nigal li to raat us tarah poori ho jo saabun nahi mitaata. 

Soicha un chaabiyon ki jo paudhe ke gamle ke neeche chhodi thin. Soicha yatri-griha mein apni mutthi apne ling par aur yeh ki chakit hone ka adhikar nahi. 

Usne sab nigal liya. 

Jaana kyunki geeli baat-awaz bhare munh se gale ki awaz ban gayi. 

Veerya nigalna koi rahasya nahi. Ghutan sunte ho. Baad mein hansphun, kyunki namak aur ghanatva ek pal gala band karte hain. Woh hansphi. Phir ek chhoti khansi, lajjit. 

“Dikhao,” usne kaha. “Munh kholo.” 

“Vivek—” 

“Munh kholo. Dekhna chahta hoon gaya. Vishwas nahi ek vivahit stree snaangrih daudkar nal mein na thooke.” 








Main us hukum ke kaan ke yantra mein rehte hue gir gaya. 

Kaaran uljha nahi. Choosne ke dauran ling mal raha tha. Jab usne kaha munh kholo yeh sabit karne ko veerya nigal liya, dimaag ne aakhiri kundi daba di. 

Apne pet aur yatri-griha ki chadar par gira, kamar uchalti, daant takiye mein taaki us kamre mein na chillaun jo mera nahi. 

Gira kyunki maa ki aakhiri bhadra chhavi prasaran par mar gayi. Yahi saaf kyun. 

Suna munh khola. 

Hawa. Honth khulne ki chhoti geeli awaz. Shabdon ka vivad nahi, sirf ghutan ke baad aagya-palan. 

“Khali,” usne kaha. “Achha. Sab liya. Kaho sab liya.” 

“Liya. Aah—munh tumhara swad hai. Is vaakya se nafrat hai.” 

“Munh sach ka swad hai. Baith jao pehle ghutne jayen.” 

Woh palang par haanfata soya. 

Yahi karte hain do ghante plus ek viram. Shareer tanav giraata hai, phephde pakadne ki koshish. 

Gadda uska bojh leta suna, ek bhaari saans, phir ek aur, pankha us purush par tik-tik karta jisne doosre purush ki patni istemal ki aur ek minat ke liye baat band ki. 

Maa snaangrih gayi. 

Kadam. Kaisi. Nal. Lamba snaan nahi. Munh ki chhoti dhuai, shayad chehra. Phir kadam, shayankaksh wapas. Maine snaangrih ka bina-taar sambandh khola. 








Nal khulne aur ubkaai ki alag awazen saaf thin. Padh saka maa munh dho rahi thi taaki man se munh ki ashuddhata dho de. 

Par vastav mein khud se jhoot bol rahi thi, Chacha Vivek ka veerya nahi dho sakti thi jo abhi nigala. Baad mein shayankaksh wapas gayi aur Chacha Vivek ko abhi nanga palang par haanfata paya. 

“Yahan so nahi sakte,” usne kaha. Awaz bhaari thi. “Utho. Atithi-griha jao. Agar subah beta aaye aur is palang par paaye to koi kahaani nahi. Agar pati jaldi aaye to jeevan nahi.” 

“Barish—” 

“Barish koi gawah nahi jise nyayalay bula sakun. Jao. Peeche se jao. Jo uthane se zyada diya woh de chuki.” 

Usne chuma. Suna. Ab naram, bhookha nahi. Us purush ka chumma jo leke ja raha jo lene aaya tha. 

Phir aage-ya-peeche ka dwar, rasoi-taraf ke risav par bhi dheema, aur woh gaya. 

Palang ki raah usne gaali di. Apne shabd, thake, niji. Khud se baat shuru ki..... 

“Kutta. Chaabi-chor. Tum, mere bete ki madad se. Mere ghar ko naali bana diya. Dwar par chekhna chahiye tha. Doorbhash phenkna chahiye tha. Nigal liya. Kaun si stree nigalti hai. Bhagwan. Kaun si stree.” 

Snaan nahi kiya. 

Jaana kyunki lamba fuhara-sar-sar nahi, na balti-aur-lota wala taal jo hamare ghar mein hamesha hota. Uske gandh mein let gayi. Paseena. Sambhog. Saans par veerya ki khatti-meethi. 

Yoni ki geelapan jo jaanghon par sookh chuki. Patni-chadar par purush-gandh. 

Sone se pehle dho daalne ki parvah nahi. Yeh kavita nahi. 








Yeh thakaan plus woh shareer jo rekha paar kar chuka tha aur do baje saabun se natak karne ki shakti nahi rakhta tha. 

Barish chalti rahi. Main yatri-griha mein prasaran dheeme khula chhodkar so gaya aur der se jaga. 

Agle din uthkar kamra nirdosh dikhaya. Abhi pet ke bal so rahi thi. 








Subah jagte-jagte bhi kamre mein sambhog aur chudai ki gandh thi. 

Us pavitra kaksh mein pichhli raat jo hua itna apavitra tha ki baat bhi nahi karni chahti thi. 

Subah uthna kathin laga kyunki thaki thi, ghrina thi. Phir snaan karke shayankaksh sajane lagi. 

Yeh kaam khaas hai. Saaf dikhti chadar utari, ya palat di. Tooti pyali uthayi. 

Khidki kholi taaki paseene aur sambhog ki gandh nikal jaye. Fars h ke kapde mojhe. 

Palang us tarah banaya jaise patni banati hai: kase kone, takiye lade, vivah phir asbab jaisa. 

Lambe chudai ke baad kamre ka ek roop hota hai—tedha deepak, dagda kapda, gaddhe mein daar jo do shareer kahe. 

Usne woh roop mita diya. Isliye nahi ki pavitra mehsoos kiya. Isliye ki pita aa rahe the aur main aa raha tha aur praman ek bhasha hai jo abhi tez bolti thi. 

Main gyarah aaya. 

Gyarah isliye aaya kyunki yatri-griha ka snaan chahiye tha aur chehra us ladke jaisa chahiye tha jo mitra ke yahan soya ho, uska nahi jisne maa ko veerya nigalte suna ho. 

Gyarah isliye bhi aaya kyunki din-ujale mein ghar se guzarti dekhna tha raat shareer par tiki hai ya nahi. 

Woh shayankaksh mein khud se baat karti. Main dehleez ki daar mein khada raha jaise doorbhash-wali raat, aur suna. Use pata nahi tha. 



“Pati ke palang par purush ko munh istemal karne diya. Bees varsh is ghar mein deepak jalaya aur pichhli raat deewar par karahi. Apne hi ghar ko maila kiya. Unka ghar nahi. Tumhara. Inhi kamron mein pakati ho. Inhi kamron mein beta pala. Aur doosre purush par baithi jaise naam hi na ho. Khud se kaha sirf khatam kar rahi hoon. Us par peeche gayi. Chuma. Nigal liya.” 

Main sunta raha, woh khud ko daantti rahi. 








“Bhadra stree chadar jala deti. Tumne mojhi. Saaf sadi aur gandi yaad leke ghum rahi ho. Lajja ko ghutne taan dene chahiye the. Ulte ghutne khule. Agar gali ne suna to chehra nahi bachega. Agar unhone suna to ghar nahi bachega. Aur phir bhi shareer aakaar yaad rakhta hai. Yahi sabse bura. Paap nahi. Yaad. Tum maa ho. Maa ki tarah chalo. Almari ke saamne khade mat raho jaise haath ke kapde pichhli raat dho denge.” 



Mutthi mein dheeme hans pada. 

Hansa kyunki aalochana ulti disha mein nirlajj thi: gandi tathyon ko poore vaakyon mein gina rahi thi jab blauzen mojh rahi thi. 

Jo stree raat sach-sach mitaana chahe, use khulkar dohraati nahi. Khud ko daant rahi thi aur daant mein har tukda phir chhu rahi thi. 

Jab chali to dekha. 

Neel-harit blauz un bhaari stanon par neeche baithi. Sadi us bade nitamb ko aise jakde jaise kapda us shareer ko jakde jisme bojh ho. Pichhli raat us nitamb par thappar pade the. Chamdi thappar ko garmi ki tarah yaad rakhti hai, phir halki komalta jab baithti ya saya kasata hai. 

Thodi savdhani se chali, ghayal nahi, bas jaanti hui. 

Pallu do baar chhati par kheencha, jo tab karti hai jab dekhi jaati mehsoos ho, chahe nazar sirf uske sir mein ho. Snaangrih ke dwar par ruki aur munh chhua, ek chhoti ponchh, jaise swad abhi bhi ho. 








Yahi chhoti baaten thin jo dikhati thin Vivek ki chudai pasand aa sakti thi chahe gaali deti rahe. 

Jo sirf sehti hai apna munh baar-baar nahi dekhti. Jo sirf sehti hai aise nahi chalti jaise sadi nitambon par achanak bahut imandaar ho. 

Us ghante use maa ki tarah nahi dekha. 

Maa woh hai jo poochhe khaya ya nahi. Saamne wali ek kaamuk deh thi saaf ghar mein, ek raat uthaye hue jo pita ki nahi. 

Jab ek stree ko doosre purush ka veerya nigalte sun lo, maa shabd us par waisa nahi baithta. Yeh kathor hai. Mere sir mein yahi hua. 

Ghar sadharan dikha. 

Isliye koi mail ka naam nahi le sakta tha. Gandh gayi. Pyali gayi. Palang saaf. Rasoi mamuli. 

Deepak apni jagah. Agar paap ka roop hota, use apni khamoshi mein band kar chuki thi. 

Pita dopahar aaye. 

Unka swagat paath-pustak ki patni jaisa kiya. Thaila liya. Rel poochi. 

Kaha barish bhaari thi. Kaha main bahar raha aur der subah lautaa. 

Awaz barabar. Chehra bhojan-mez wala: maujood, thoda thaka, phata nahi. 

Main unke baithte hue andar aaya, to hum teen phir wahi aakaar bane. Putra. Pita. Maa. Dhatu ki thaliyan. 

Chawal. Tarkari. Deewar par panjika ke devata. Agar pichhli raat apraadh-sthal thi, din-ujale ne rang pher diya. 

Unhone khaya. 

Woh udas dikhi. 








Udas aur kshama-yaachak ek nahi. Udas aankhon mein thi aur us tarike mein jaise muh mein bhojan daalti bina swad liye. 

Niwalon ke beech gaal haath par tikati. Roti ka tukda toda aur khana bhool gayi. 

Uttar der se deti, jaise prashn ko pehle pichhli raat se guzarna pade. 

Yeh us sir ke chinh hain jo vicharon se bhara ho. Jo stree deewar, tootti pyali, ek munh-bhar jo nahi lena chahiye tha, dohra rahi ho, dopahar-bhojan par nahi chamkti. 

“Tum chup ho,” pita ne kaha. “Baithne se do poore vaakya nahi kahe. Kya hai?” 

“Barish. Neend achhi nahi. Ghar soona laga.” 

“Soona kaise? Ladka mitra ke yahan tha. Itna hi.” 

“Jaanti hoon. Phir bhi kamre chup hon to achha nahi lagta. Khao. Rel ka bhojan kabhi kaafi nahi.” 

“Kuch hua kya?” 

“Kya hota? Tala lage. Sone chali gayi.” 

Unhone chabaya, use dekhte. 

“Sochi-samjhi dikhti ho. Sirf thaki nahi. Sochi-samjhi.” 

“Peeche khidki ke kareeb risav soch rahi thi. Aur tumhara rakt-chaap. Aur doodh kaafi hai ya nahi. Jab neend na aaye sir koodta hai.” 

“Bahut kood.” 

“Ghar mein stree hoon. Mera sir ek suchi hai.” 

Phir unhone woh kaha jisse mez par pet thanda ho gaya. 

“Kapde badalne gaya. Kursi par phati angiya thi, aur snaan ke kareeb fars h par antarvastra. Kab se aise chhodti ho? Kapda fars h par ho to sabko daantti ho.” 

Woh der tak jaam nahi hui. Jab sach asambhav ho to murkh uttar dene mein tez hai. Yaad hai Chacha Vivek ne pichhli raat angiya aur antarvastra phaadhe the chhodne se pehle. 

“Kaanta tuta. Kaha tha woh blauz kheenchti hai. Chirri aur phenk di. Antarvastra dhulai ke the. Subah jaldbazi mein chhante thi kyunki tumhare aane se pehle kamra achha chahiye tha. Yatra ke baad gandagi mein ghusna na ho.” 

“Kaante se phatna aur aise phatna ek nahi. Khicha hua laga.” 

“Purana dhaga. Sasta. Phenk dungi. Mere antarvastra sipahi ki tarah mat jaancho. Sem khhao.” 

“Nahi jaanch raha. Poochh raha hoon shayankaksh kyun aisa laga jaise kapde ladkar pehne.” 

“Kyunki der se uthi aur beta gyarah aaya aur palang banana tha. Yahi poora natak. Chai chahiye ya angiya ka nyayalay?” 

Woh lagbhag muskuraye, thake, ashankit. 

“Chai. Snaan ke baad. Rel ki gandh hai.” 

Snaan ko gaye. 

Ghar us fuhare-si khamoshi mein gir gaya. Main apne kamre mein tha, dwar zirak. 

Tab khidki par dastak hui. Agla dwar nahi. Raaste wali bagal ki khidki, jise log tab istemal karte hain jab gali ko faatak par na dikhana ho. 

Dekhne gayi, pehle se chirchi, pehle se badbadaati kaanch par chor ki tarah kaun thapthapata hai. 

Phir uski saans atki. Krodh aur chot ek saath. Dekhne ki zaroorat nahi thi kaanch ke us paar ka chehra jaanne ko. 

Chacha Vivek wahan the, hamare aangan mein. 

Din-ujala. Pita snaangrih mein. Putra ghar mein. Aur pichhli raat wala purush kaanch par, jaise raat ko samajh nahi aaya use barish mein rehna tha. 

Maa: Tumhe yahan nahi hona chahiye. Woh subah laut aaye. 

Vivek: Jaanta hoon. Wait kiya jab tak pani suna. 

Maa: Isse behtar nahi, aur bura. Jao. 

Vivek: Pichhli raat ke baad bhi aise baat jaise faatak par ajnabi hoon. 








Khidki se use dekha aur ek pal palak bhi nahi jhapkai. Kaanch par pichhli raat ki barish ka halka lepan abhi tha. 

Peeche ghar dopahar ka mamuli kaam kar raha tha: rasoi mein thaliyan, snaangrih mein nal, mera dwar aadha band. 

Saamne woh purush tha jiska veerya kuch hi ghante pehle nigala tha, din-ujale khada jaise raat ne wapas aane ki ijazat di ho. 

Khidki itni hi kholi ki baat ho, itni nahi ki haath ghus aaye. 

“Hato. Sun rahe ho? Abhi hato. Mera pati is ghar mein hai.” 

Vivek muskuraya. Ghabraya hua nahi. Us purush ki muskaan jo pehle se andar rah chuka ho aur use vishwas na ho khidki ka tala kuch maayne rakhta hai. 

“Sun raha hoon. Pichhli raat veshya jaisi karahte bhi suna. Munh se bahut kuch kaha usse pehle use aur kaam mein lagaya.” 

“Yahan woh baat shuru karne ki himmat na karna. Padosi kapde ke liye nikal aaye to yeh taraf dikhe. Beta ghar par hai. Pati snaan kar rahe hain. Dhoop mein tumhara chehra nahi dekhna. Pichhli raat band adhyay thi. Agle din vivahit stree ki khidki par doodh laane wale ki tarah mat khatkhatana.” 

“Doodh nahi laya. Aaya kyunki us neel-harit sadi mein dekhna tha. Chhati par kasi. Pati ke saath bhojan ke liye pehni, hai na?” 

“Pati ke saath khane ko kya pehna tumhara kaam nahi. Jao.” 

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“Khidki aur kholo. Cheer se baat karta murkh lagta hoon.” 

“Khade hokar hi murkh lagte ho. Agar purush ki awaz suni to gardan par saabun liye nikalenge phir kya kahun? Yeh gali ka mitra hai jisne palang par itna chhoda ki pyali giri? Yahi vaakya riyaz karna hai?” 

“Ghutnon par usse bure vaakya riyaz kar chuki. Peechhe aangan mein aao.” 

“Nahi.” 

“Kuch dena hai.” 

“Tumse kuch nahi chahiye. Doorii chahiye. Chaabi bhool jao. Mera munh bhool jao. Apne ghar wapas chalo aur wahan raho jab tak apne sir mein phir ijjatdar stree na ban jaun.” 

Usne kandha deewar se lagaya, abhi muskurata, poori tarah befikr, jaise pita ka snaan ek mazak ho jiska anand lene ki ijazat ho. 

“Ijjatdar striyan nigalti nahi. Khidki par us nazar ke saath bhi nahi aatin. Gussa isliye hai ki aa gaya. Gussa isliye bhi ki ek hissa jaanta tha aaunga.” 

“Aisi koi baat nahi jaanti thi. Atithi-griha sone ko kaha. Kaha beta aa sakta hai. Kaha pati aa sakte hain. Dono hue. Woh yahan hain. Ladka yahan hai. Tum hi ek murkh ho jo gaya nahi raha.” 

“Peechhe aangan aao to baad mein gaya rahunga. Tees pal. Jeb mein ek chhoti cheez. Phir bagal se nikalta hoon, koi nahi dekhta.” 

“Agar jeb mein hai to jeb mein hi raho. Main ghar se nikal kar peepon ke peeche sasti stree ki tarah milne nahi jaungi.” 

“Phir phir khatkhatata hoon. Tez. Shayad naam loon. Shobha. Shobha. Snaangrih sun lega.” 

Maa do baar sochne ko chhoot gayi, peeche snaangrih dekhti rahi jahan pita snaan kar rahe the. Phir Chacha Vivek ko dekha, phir aakhir bahar kadam rakha. Agle prakarana mein jaano peechhe aangan mein maa aur Chacha Vivek ne kya kiya. 

Aur kya “uphaar” dene ka irada tha? Kya sachcha uphaar tha? 

 

[Wilson.]

Nice story

How to make this kind of small clip please tell