Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

[PakizaRand]

Bahut badhiya update

[Armando]

Fascinating and seductive writing

[Aparna Saha]

Hot and sexy update ?

[The Enforcer]

Super sexy and seductive writing

[Blackheart]

bahut hi majedaar, lazzatdar aur chatpata update hai yah yaar
bahut bahut maja agaya padhke, bahut achi writings!

[Mahendra_]

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[Mehtab_]

Usne khidki ki kundi itna kasa ki dhatu chatak gayi. 


Yahi awaz ek pareshan stree karti hai jab samajh aaye bahar wala purush dopahar jalaane ko taiyar hai bas use dwar se nikalne ke liye. 

“Tum nahi karoge.” 

“Aazmao. Pichhli raat teen ghante chhoda. Saabun ki batti se nahi darta.” 

Woh naak se saans leti khadi rahi. Chehre par us patni ka poora hisab dikha jo vyabhichar kar chuki ho aur ab praman mitana chahe. Agar chekhti to pita aate. 

Agar ankaan karti to khatkhatata. Agar bahar jaati to use aangan se apne haathon dhakel sakti aur snaan khatam hone se pehle laut aati. Isliye striyan us cheez ki taraf kadam rakhti hain jise qasam khaati hain nahi chahti. 

Hamesha isliye nahi ki bhookh ho. Kabhi isliye ki bhookh ho chuki, aur ab gandagi sambhalni hai. 

“Agar niklun to do aur chale jao. Chhuna nahi. Pichhli raat ki baat nahi. Aisi muskaan nahi.” 

“Aao.” 

Khidki band ki, hatheliyan pallu par ponchin, rasoi se peeche nikal gayi. Main us raaste par gaya jahan purani jaali aangan dekhti hai. Pita abhi snaan kar rahe the. 

Samay saaf karne ko theek se kahunga. Hamare ghar mein yatra ke baad snaan lamba vidhi hai. Balti bharte hain. Haath se pani jaachte hain. 

Baal do baar dhote hain kyunki rel ki dhool khopdi par baithti hai. Khud se baat karte hain. Chhoti krtrim chauki lete hain. 

Garam-nal tik-tik karta rehta hai. Dwar andar se sata rehta hai. Woh shor parda hai. Matlab Vivek ke paas minat the, ghante nahi, par usse zyada minat jitne ek savdhan purush ko chahiye nahi hone chahiye. 

Peechha aangan ujala aur mamuli tha. Dhulai ki dor. Dhatu ke bartan. Dhoop se udii baithak wali krtrim kursi. 

Mitti par geele nishan jahan kisi ne balti ka pani phenka tha. Neel-harit sadi mein nikli, blauz kasi, nitamb bhaari, kalaiyon par kangan, aur pehle hi kadam par pachtati dikhi. 

“Dikhao aur jao.” 

Vivek bagal ke raste se aaya jaise yahin rehta ho. Bina lajja oopar-neeche dekha. 

“Gusse mein bhi aise khadi ho. Chhati bahar. Mota nitamb sadi thaame jaise kapda bhaagyashali ho.” 

“Mat dekho. Dekhe jaane nahi aayi. Kya laya?” 

“Ek minat.” 

“Nahi. Abhi. Nikli sirf isliye ki tumhe bhagaoon. Samajh aaya? Kuch shuru karne nahi nikli. Nikli kyunki tum woh pareshani ho jo stree vinay se maange to chalti nahi.” 

“Vinay se nahi maanga. Kaanch se phunkara.” 

“Aur tez phunkarungi. Pati snaangrih mein hain. Agar naam lein to rasoi se jawab dena hai, tumhare pairon se nahi. Woh cheez do.” 

“Pehle mere liye kuch karna hoga.” 

Woh sach-sach hansi, chhoti aur kathor. 

“Yahi to. Jaanti thi kuch chahiye. Purush khidki par aisi muskaan nahi rakhta jo pichhli raat kiya uske baad jab tak dusra tukda na chahe. Main dukan nahi. Doosri vastu ke liye wapas nahi aate.” 

“Chhoti si baat hai.” 

“Pichhli raat bhi tumhare munh mein chhoti si baat thi. Phir peeth ke bal thi. Phir apne palang par ghutnon par. Phir jagte hue gale mein tumhara swad tha. Peechhe aangan mein koi chhoti si baat nahi karungi.” 

“Karogi. Kyunki nikli. Kyunki abhi thappar nahi maara. Kyunki aankhein patloon par girti hain jab sochti ho main kapdon ki dor dekh raha hoon.” 

“Aankhein jahan chahein dekhen. Dekhna ijazat nahi. Tumhare saath sambandh nahi chahti, Vivek. Yeh shabd suno jab tak chipke. Sambandh. Aaj raat ank pad dungi. Logon se kahungi satate ho. Mandir mein khadi hokar Bhagwan se jhoot bolungi usse pehle ki is vivah ko tumhara khel-maidaan banne dun.” 

“Pehle hi yoni chhodne di. Pati ke palang par karahi. Bhool ke aas-paas taangein lapeti aur ab chahti ho dopahar mein bhool vinamra bane.” 

“Yaad mat dilao.” 

“Kyun? Isliye ki geela karti hai ya isliye ki imandaar karti hai?” 

“Isliye ki pati us deewar ke peeche khud dho rahe hain, aur tum aise baat jaise un striyon mein se hoon jinko paise dete ho. Nahi hoon. Is ghar mein pakati hoon. Is ghar mein putra pala. Mitti par tumhare liye nahi jhukungi kyunki tumne faisla kiya pichhli raat ek dwar hai jisse baar-baar ghusa jaaye.” 

Woh kareeb aaya. Muskaan rahi. Sur komal nahi hua. 

“Ghutnon par.” 

“Nahi.” 

“Kaha ghutnon par. Munh chahiye. Abhi chahiye. Phir jo laya milta hai aur main nikalta hoon usse pehle unhe angochha mile.” 

“Din-ujale munh nahi lagane wali. Paagal ho? Chhaten hain. Dwar hai. Snaangrih mein purush hai jo sochta hai main patni hoon.” 

“Woh jo sochna chahe soch le. Tumhara munh pehle se jaanta hai woh kya hai.” 

Usne rasoi ki taraf peeche hatne ki koshish ki. Usne dono haath kandhon par rakh diye. Thappar nahi. Mazboot neeche ka dabav, jaise purush stree ko tab hilata hai jab faisla ho chuka ho baat khatam. Pehle kandhe jaate hain. Agar ghutne dar se pehle se kamzor hon to mukadte hain. Uske mukad gaye. 








Woh kasii mitti par kapde aur saans ki awaz ke saath baithi. Sadi nitambon ke aas-paas faili. 

Chehra uski peti ki oonchai par aaya. Ek jhumka jhoola. Hatheliyan hawa mein ruki jaise jaanghen dhakelengi, phir sirf ruki rahi. 

“Haath hatao. Jhukne ki sahmati nahi di.” 

“Jhuk rahi ho. Sahmati baad mein aa jaye.” 

“Yeh zabardasti hai.” 

“Yeh jaldbazi hai. Woh snaan kar rahe hain. Mandir-baat ke liye samay nahi.” 

Dabav samjhaata hoon taaki koi rahasya na samjhe. Jo purush jokhim ki jagah munh ka kaam chahe, kavita ka wait nahi karta. Kandhon par bojh isliye kyunki khadi-bahar se munh-oonchai tak sabse chhota rasta yahi hai. 

Chekh sakti thi. Cheekh pita ko geele-nange nikaalti us drishya par jo ek nazar mein vivah khatam kar deta. 

Yahi kathor phanda tha. Khamoshi ghar khada rakhti. Khamoshi use ghutnon par bhi chhodti. 

“Yeh nahi chahti,” usne kaha, mitti dekhti, phir uski kari, phir pher li. “Tumhara sambandh nahi chahti. Tumhara uphaar nahi chahti. Dhoop mein woh vastu nahi dekhna. Uthaao.” 

“Pichhli raat kaha nahi chahti jab us par sawari kar rahi thi. Kaha nahi chahti jab jakad rahi thi. Kaha nahi chahti jab jeebh par veerya tha. Tumhara na der se aane ki aadat rakhta hai.” 

“Tum ghrinit ho.” 

“Tum vivahit ho aur ghutnon par. Gaaliyon ka sauda baad mein, pehle kholo.” 

Usne sirf kari kholi. 

Patloon nahi utari. Yeh vivaran maayne rakhta hai aur seedhi bhasha mein kahunga. Agar pati phootkar nikle aur purush ki patloon jaanghon par ho, duniya mein koi kahaani nahi bachi jo kisi ko bachaaye. 

Agar ling kari se nikaala ho to wapas dhakela jaaye, kari kheenchii jaaye, aur ek pal tasveer do logon ki baat jaisi lage. Yeh kapde utarne ka kayar roop hai. 

Yahi roop peechhe aangan mein chalta hai. Bhuri patloon oopar rahi. 

Neeli kamiz kaafi ghusii rahi. Sirf woh mota, saanwala ling dopahar mein nikal aaya, pehle se bhaari, pehle se uske munh ke kareeb. 

Usne chehra itna pheraa ki baal gaal par gir gaye. Phir usne chumma shuru kiya. Kisi kaaran maa ne chumte hue uska sir thaam liya. Ek pal uljhan hui maa kyun thaam rahi hai jab woh chum raha hai. 








Phir chumma band kiya aur ling munh mein dhakelne laga. 

“Hatao. Yahan nahi dekh rahi. Dhoop us par hai. Yeh nirlajj hai.” 

“Bhaap wale snaangrih mein dekha. Tab dekha jab main oopar tha. Tab dekha jab nigalne ke baad kholne ko kaha. Ab andhapan ka natak mat karo.” 

“Ank laga dungi. Tumhe barbaad karungi usse pehle tum mujhe karo. Pati se kahungi ekstra chaabi se zabardasti ghuse.” 

“Aur main kahunga jab us bade nitamb par thappar maara to kaisi suni. Dono jal sakte hain. Ya do minat mein yeh niptao aur main nikalun.” 

Vichaar chehre par likhe the chahe bole nahi. Lagbhag suchi suni: Woh bahar hai. Main neeche hoon. Kaatun to chillaayega. Chekhun to pati aayenge. 

Khadi hoon to phir pakdega. Jaldi karun to shayad chala jaye. 

Nafrat hai. Chaabi se nafrat. Putra se nafrat us hisse ke liye jo abhi khud se nahi maana. 

Pichhli raat ka swad abhi hai. Ghutne dard karte hain. Yeh sadi iske liye bahut ujali hai. Khidki kabhi nahi kholni chahiye thi. 

Phir choos rahi thi. 

Chalit-chitra ke katav jaisa ek saath nahi. Pehle haath aaya kyunki ghutnon par stree ko santulan kahi rakhna padta hai. 

Patloon ke through jaangh pakdi. 

Phir ling ko us tarah dekha jaise koi us samasya ko dekhe jo ek baar suljha chuki ho aur phir kabhi na suljhaane ki ummeed rakhti ho. Phir munh lagaya. 

Peechha aangan ne shayankaksh se bura dikhaya. Shayankaksh mein barish thi, andhera, pankha. 

Yahan baal par dhoop thi, honth ke kone ki geelapan par dhoop, us moti dhal par dhoop jab kasi neel-harit kapde mein edi par baithi. 

Dopahar-bhojan ki patni, rasoi ke masale ki halki gandh abhi, honthon ke beech doosre purush ka ling jab pati satae snaangrih ke peeche shareer se rel ki dhool ragar rahe hon. 

Uske sir mein, agar aankhon ke baithne se shabd rakhun, prem nahi tha. 

Munh se nuksaan-niyantran tha. Kathor karo. Kareeb lao. Mat karaho. 

Nishan mat chhodo. Thook blauz par us jagah na gire jahan pita dekhein. Ginti karo. Seho. Khatam karo. 

Yeh baat ki pita snaan kar rahe the ise komal tarike se nahi, kathor tarike se aur kaamuk banati thi. Ek dwar door pati nirdosh, nange, gun-guna rahe the. Sochte the patni ghar mein patni ban rahi hai. 

Sochte the peechha aangan bartan aur sookhte kapdon ka hai. Ulte aangan uska munh wahi ling kaam kar raha tha jo pichhli raat yoni mein tha. Dono drishya ek deewar baantte the. Yahi poora kaamuk yantra hai. 

Na mombatti. Na sangeet. Ek saath nal chalta aur kari khuli. 

“Jeebh lagao,” Vivek ne kaha, awaz neeche, maangti, lagbhag oob is vishwas se. “Shir ke neeche. Pichhli raat kiya tha jab jaldi samapt karwana tha. Phir karo.” 

Jawab nahi diya. Choosa. Awaz geeli, chhoti, nirlajj thi mamuli aangan ke shor ke khilaf: ek kauwa, door koi du-chakra, dor par dhule kapde se tapkan. 








“Aisi chup mat ho jao jaise khamoshi wafadar bana de. Pati seena sahla rahe hain aur tum mujhe chamka rahi ho. Aaj is ghar ka yahi sach hai.” 

Itna hataayi ki phusphusa sake, thook shabdon se juda. 

“Itni tez bolo to ruk jaungi. Snaangrih koi doosra nagar nahi.” 

“Phir dheeme aur gehra chooso. Mujhe gaya chahti ho. Yahi rasta hai.” 

Phir neeche gayi. Kangan ek baar patloon se chhanke. Awaz par jaam hui, ghar ki taraf suni, phir us stree ki tarah jaari rahi jo chura rahi ho. 

Woh bolta raha kyunki shabd pasand hain jaise kuch purushon ko kamar par haath. 

“Niji kulta. Yahi padvi. Mitra nahi. Prem-katha nahi. Jab ghar mein hon to peeche aao. Jab rel par hon to aage kholo. Main is par palaunga aur tum deepak jalti rahogi aur unki kamiz mojhogi. Vaakya pasand karne ki zaroorat nahi. Is munh ki suchi chahiye.” 

“Tumhari suchi par kabhi nahi aaungi.” 

“Abhi usi par ho.” 

Ruk gayi. 

Ek pal laga aakhir vivah chuna. Itni jaldi uthi ki ghutnon ne mitti par do nishan chhode. Vivek ka ling hawa mein jhoola, usse geela. 

Us dwar tak gayi jo rasoi-taraf se peechhe aangan kholta hai, purani silli wala lakdi ka. 

Band kiya. Silli andar sarkaayi. 

Phir mitti paar wapas aayi, latkte kapdon ko ek nazar dekha jaise report kar denge, aur usi jagah jhuki aur use phir munh mein liya. 

Yeh kram ajeeb tab tak hai jab tak samjhaao. Jo stree kaam khatam chahe, dwar se ghar mein jaati hai aur wahi rehti hai. Jo stree aangan-taraf se dwar silli karti hai, nahi bhaag rahi. 

Woh khule aasman mein ek chhota niji kaksh bana rahi hai. Bina kahe keh rahi hai, yeh niptaungi par niptate hue nahi dikhungi. Silli ke baad jhukna pehle jhukne se bura hai. 

Pehla chot kaha ja sakta hai. Doosra faisla hai. Usne pati aur honthon ki tasveer ke beech lakdi ka tukda rakhkar kuch minat aur choosne ka chuna. 

Vivek ne turant samjha. Kyun na samajhta. 

“Yahi to hai. Imandaar wali. Unhe bahar rakho. Mujhe andar. Yahi tarika vivahit kulta samasya suljhati hai.” 

Choosti rahi aur chup rahi. Khamoshi aakhiri ijjat thi aur patli ijjat thi. 








“Oopar dekho. Aankhein chahiye. Mitti ki puja mat karo. Jo kar rahi ho uski karo.” 

Pehle nahi dekha. Phir dekha, gusse se, aankhein chamakti, munh khicha, aur nazar prem nahi thi. Us stree ki thi jo jaanti ho kuch mein kadam rakh diya jo sadi se nahi dhulega. 

Ek aur kaamuk baat hui jo kisi ne nahi maangi aur jo wahan khada hota to sab dekhta. Usne munh ke saath neeche mutthi bhi usi taal mein lagani shuru ki. 

Ungliyon ka sakht chhalla. Geela sarak. Yahi tarika purush ko jaldi giraane ka jab swad ya samay seha na jaaye. Uske liye pradarshan nahi. Use khali karna chahti thi. 

Aur baat: thook ikattha hua aur munh ke kone se blauz ke neeche kate stan ke oopar-swell par bahaa. Shayankaksh mein yeh parchaai hoti. Peechhe aangan mein bhuri chamdi par chamakti rekha thi. 

Kalai ke peeche se der se poncha, aur kalai ne lepan chhoda. Phir bhi choosti rahi. 

“Achha,” usne dabakar kaha. “Yahi gala jiske liye dhairya diya. Ise rakhwaunga. Kari ki awaz aise yaad karwaunga jaise mandir ki ghanti. Ek pavitra. Ek meri.” 

“Inhe mat tulo.” 

Shabd uske aas-paas dabe, murkh aur geele nikal. Usne saans ke neeche hansa. 

“Phir dopahar-bhojan ki sadi mein mat jhuko.” 

Itna dooba tha munh, silli aur latkte kapde dekhne mein ki snaangrih dhyan nahi aaya. 

Garam-nal ki tik band. Balti ki awaz band. Pita ka be-sur gun-gunana band. 

“Shobha?” 

Pita ki awaz andar se aayi, mamuli, thodi chirchiri us tarah jaise purush ko angochha na mile. 

“Shobha, kahan gayi? Yeh angochha kursi par nahi. Kya doosre kamre le gayi?” 

Woh jaam hui, woh abhi jeebh par tha. Aankhein itni jaldi phailin ki dard laga. 

Vivek ne baal mein haath diya, naram nahi, peeche jhatakkar shor na kare. 

Pita ke kadam ghar se guzre. Rasoi. Phir raasta. Phir peechhe aangan ka dwar. 

Dastak vinamra nahi thi. Pati ki thi jo sochta hai ghar khulega. 

“Shobha. Yeh dwar us taraf se kyun sata hai? Bahar ho kya? Dwar ke saath kya kar rahi ho?” 

Phir bulaya, kareeb. 

“Shobha. Jawab do. Main yahan chhoti jannghia mein pani liye khada hoon. Kholo.” 

Jaali se uska chehra dekha. 

Dahshat koi kavita-shabd nahi. Yeh doosre purush se bhara munh hai aur ek silli ke us paar pati. Yeh neel-harit blauz par thook hai aur kari jo silli sarakne jitne samay mein bhadra nahi ban sakti. 

Yeh woh stree hai jo Vivek ko gaya chahti thi, jo sirf bhagane nikli thi, jisne munh ka kaam chhupane dwar sataaya, aur ab samajhi chhupna aur pakde jaana kabhi ek hi aakaar hote hain. 

Haath uski jaanghon par the. Ghutne mitti mein the. Pati uska naam lete rahe jaise dopahar abhi nirdosh ho. 

 

[Wilson.]

Kya likha hai kuch bhi samajh rhi aa rha hai...

[Farz@123]

Ekdum mast

[Kacchi Kali]

Ekdum super hot update

[Raghu]

Wow bro, superb.... too erotic an update it is!

[Runa Laila.]

yaar aap ki lekhni ka kia kehna. Koyi jawaab hi nahin. Kamaal hai kamaal. Itni hot, itna sexy, itna erotic k mere paas shabd nahin hai k main kia kahun. Bhut bhut hi maja aya yaar

[3XXX]

Bhut hi majedaar aur lajatdaar update hai ye. Samaan khada k khada reh gaya akhir tak.

[Raj_Rohan]

Story is awesome. There is no words to appreciate this type of authors.

But one more request, "it will be nice if mom learns smoking".
Smoking in one hand and sucking in one hand.

Please consider my request.

[Mehtab_]

Dastak ke baad uski khamoshi khali nahi thi. Woh sandesh thi. Ruko. Nikaalo. Jao usse pehle yeh dwar antim-sanskaar ban jaye. 


Woh ghutnon par rahi, woh abhi munh mein tha, aur hilna band kiya, jaise stambhata hi Vivek ko samjha de khel khatam. 

Woh jaana nahi chahta tha. 

Ek haath baal mein rakhe neeche se bola, awaz aangan jitni chhoti, mere tanav jitni nahi. 

“Isliye mat ruko ki unhone khatkhataya. Woh lakdi ke us paar hain. Lakdi nahi dekhti. Jo shuru kiya poora karo.” 

Usne itna hataaya ki shabd ban sakein, adhar honth par thook chamakta. 








“Woh mujhe bula rahe hain. Matlab tum jao. Matlab yeh khatam. Main yahan tumhe bhagane nikli thi, mitti mein khuli patloon ke saath marne nahi.” 

“Yahan aayi aur phir dwar sataaya. Woh silli us stree ka kaam nahi jo mujhe gaya chahe. Woh silli us stree ka kaam hai jo do minat aur chahe.” 

“Woh do minat khatam. Unhe suno. Yeh mera pati mera naam aise le raha hai jaise ghar abhi unka ho.” 

Andar se pita ki awaz phir aayi, ab dwar ke kareeb, geeli aur chirchiri. 

“Shobha, main yahan chhoti jannghia mein khada hoon. Yeh us taraf se kyun sataaya? Dopahar mein peechhe aangan mein kya kar rahi ho?” 

Usne nigala, is baar veerya nahi, sirf dar, aur awaz dwar ki taraf phenkne ki koshish ki bina Vivek ke ling se aankh hataye. 

“Aa rahi hoon. Kundi atki hai. Ek minat do. Barish ke baad gandh aayi to peepon ke kareeb naali dekh rahi thi.” 








“Kaun si naali? Jab main snaan karta hoon tum kabhi naali nahi dekhti. Dwar kholo.” 

“Kapdon ki dor bhi ek taraf giri hai. Wapas laga rahi hoon. Abhi kholun to sab gir padega. Ruko.” 

Vivek us jhoot par aise muskuraya jaise usne uske liye bandhkar diya ho. 

*“Dekho. Munh mein mera swad liye unse baat kar sakti ho. Yeh kala hai. Ab wapas rakho aur jo minat kharida barbaad mat karo,” Chacha ne kaha. 

“Minat isliye kharida ki woh vastu hatao aur bagal ki deewar paar nikal jao.” 

“Geela aur adhoora ling leke kahin nahi chadhunga. Tumne munh se shuru kiya. Munh se khatam karogi.” 

Main abhi jaali par tha, pani ki peep aur latkti kamizon ke peeche chhupa, aur yakeen nahi hua woh phir us par gayi. 

Gayi. 

Jaane ko kehne ke baad, pati ki awaz sunne ke baad, phir aage jhuki aur Vivek ka ling munh mein liya. Shir par chhota vinamra chumma nahi. Shir liya phir dandi ka aur hissa, aur haath neeche wapas aaya jaise shareer ne kaam seekh liya ho aur bhoolna na chahe. 








Chakit tha kyunki maa ki himmat dwar de marne aur chekhne jaisi honi chahiye. Uski himmat ghutnon par rehkar do purushon ko ek saath sambhalne jaisi thi, ek bahane se, ek jeebh se. 

Woh chot seedha mere jaghan mein utri. Dar aur kaam ek hi jagah baithe. Ling patloon ke khilaf itna kathor hua ki dard hua, kyunki jokhim itni kareeb thi ki silli ke us paar pita ki saans sun sakta tha. 

“Woh awaz kya hai?” pita ne achanak poocha. “Kisi se baat kar rahi ho? Geeli lagti hai. Kya bahar koi nal khula hai?” 

Prashn aaya tab woh munh mein tha. Uske aas-paas jawab dene ki koshish ki aur pehli koshish sirf dabi gandagi thi. 

Aadhi ungal hataaya, itna ki mamuli awaz bane, itna nahi ki dwar kanch hota to nirdosh dikhe. 

“Pani hai. Naali par lota daala. Nal khans raha hai. Yahi awaz hai.” 

“Nal jaisi nahi lagti.” 

“Phir main geela kapda dor se kheench rahi hoon. Pichhli raat se sab bhaari hai. Wahin ruko. Geeli tahmad mein mat niklo, phisal jaoge.” 

Vivek phusphusaya, prasann. 

“Choosne ki awaz ka dosh nal par daal diya. Maine un striyon ko paise diye jo itni jaldi jhoot nahi bol sakteen.” 

Usne oopar ghur kar dekha aur phir bhi nahi uthi. Ulte woh kiya jisse dopahar mere sir mein chhabiwali ho gayi, itni saaf ki aankh band karun to abhi dikhe. 

Usne munh ke kaam ko us saja ki tarah nahi liya jo seh rahi ho. Munh aur khola aur gehra liya, jab tak honth us mutthi se na mile jo neeche lapeti thi. Gaal khokhle hue. 

Thook patli rekha mein kone se thoodi tak baha phir neel-harit blauz ke neeche gale tak. Dhoop kale baal par baithi aur dandi ki geeli chamak par har baar jab peeche hati. 

Bhaari stan har aage jhukav par blauz ke andar hile. Bada nitamb ediyon par baitha, sadi kasii, wahi nitamb jo barish mein thappar kha chuka tha ab din-ujale mitti par khada. 

Poora ling ek taal mein choos rahi thi, chugti nahi. 

Aisa choosna batata hai stree “karungi taaki tum jao” se nikalkar “mera munh ab yeh jaanta hai” mein aa chuki. Gale ko dheela hona padta hai. 








Jabde ko aakaar sweekar karna padta hai. Jeebh ko neeche wale hisse par jaan-bujhkar kaam karna padta hai. Jo har pal se nafrat kare, daant kareeb rakhti hai, honth kasii, samay chhota. 

Usne kaam ke liye khud ko khol diya. Isliye anand dikha chahe aankhein gusse mein rahi. Gussa bhaunhon mein tha. Anand, ya kam-se-kam kaam ke saamne haar, gehraai mein thi. 

Phir woh kiya jiska yakeen nahi hua. 

Kari pakdi aur neeche kheench di. Cheer chauda khula. Patloon, pehli kheenchaav se pehle se dhili, kamar se khisaki. Pair hilaye to ghutnon tak giri, phir takhnon tak. 

Achanak woh neeli kamiz aur joote wala purush tha, patloon siki hui, poori dopahar mein ling bahar, aur meri maa dopahar-bhojan ki sadi mein ghutnon par sab le rahi thi. Yakeen nahi hua woh stree meri maa ho. 

Maa kamiz mojhti hai aur bhojan poochhti hai. Is stree ne peechhe aangan mein pati ke satae dwar ke peeche naali poochhte hue purush ke kapde aur utaare. 

Vivek ne mujhe dekha. 

Main zyada jhuk gaya tha. Do latkte angochhon ke beech uska chehra mila. Ek pal munh sachchi hairani mein khula, natak nahi. 

Usne yojana nahi banayi thi main maa ke munh ki chudai dekhunga. Phir samjha main kaun hoon, aur hairani us gandi niji mazak mein badli jo chaabiyon se ban raha tha. Aankh maari. 

Maine wapas maari. 

Maari kyunki apraadh mein pehle se tha. Chaabi dekar maa chhodne ki chhutthi di thi. Yatri-griha mein suna tha. Is aangan mein galat ghar ke rakshak-kukkur jaisa khada tha. Aankh hi woh bhasha bachi thi jo shor na kare. 

Woh bhi usse chakit dikha, anand lete hue bhi. Dikha us tarike se jaise neeche use dekha phir mujhe, jaise kahe, nahi socha tha khatkhatate hue itna aage jayegi. 

Phir usne woh kiya jisne hum dono ko chakit kiya. 

Chooste hue uska haath liya aur apne sir ke peeche rakh diya. Thappar nahi. Sthapna. 

Bina bole keh rahi thi, yahan thaamo. Jo stree nikaas chahe, purush ko khopdi ki mutthi nahi deti. 

Jo kaam niptane ka faisla kar chuki ho deti hai. Vivek ki bhaunhen uthin. Mera pet gir gaya. Usne us aangan mein taal uske haath mein de diya jo kisi bhi pal phat sakta tha. 








Pita ki awaz ne disha badli. 

“Beta? Kamre mein ho? Idhar aao.” 

Mujhe bula rahe the. Main abhi peechhe aangan mein chhupa tha, maa Vivek ko choos rahi thi mere kandhe se das kadam. 

Pehli baar jawab nahi diya. Munh chala nahi. Phir bulaya, andar ke raaste ke kareeb. 

“Tumse keh raha hoon. Aao. Zaroorat hai.” 

Daudha. 

Satae dwar se nahi. Woh atmahatya hoti. Lamba rasta liya, bagal ke path se, pani-tagaar ke bagal ki patli katar se, doosre dwar se rasoi mein, asteen se chehra ponchhta jaise garmi hi akeli pareshani ho. 

Dil itna peet raha tha ki kaan mein suna. Raaste mein ruka aur us ladke jaisa dikhne ki koshish ki jo palang par tha. 

“Yahan hoon. Doosre kamre mein tha.” 

“Do baar bulaya. Jawab kyun nahi diya?” 

“Kaan ke yantra lage the. Laga Maa se baat ho rahi hai.” 

Woh geeli tahmad mein khade the, kandhon par abhi pani, chirchiraahat maathe par baithi. 

“Woh kahan hain? Peechhe aangan mein kya kar rahi hain? Yeh dwar us taraf se sata hai aur naaliyan suna rahi hain.” 

“Shayad dor sach-sach giri ho. Pichhli raat barish bhaari thi. Ghar ganda lage to aisi ho jaati hain.” 

“Subah se ajeeb hain. Theek se nahi khaya. Der se jawab diya. Kamre mein phate kapde chhode. Ab apne hi aangan se baahar rakh rahi hain. Tumhe naali jaisa lagta hai?” 

“Neend nahi aayi. Kaha soona ghar satata hai. Shayad sirf thaki hain aur ek saath bahut chhote kaam kar rahi hain.” 

Uttar patla tha aur main jaanta tha. Woh bhi. Mujhe aisi nazar se dekha jaise chehre par koi dag ho jiska naam na aa raha ho. 

“Angochha lao. Kursi wala nahi hai. Unhone sarkaaya hoga.” 

Snaangrih ke kareeb almari ki taraf daudha. Haath kaanp rahe the. Kaanpan samjhaata hoon taaki rahasya na rahe. 

Abhi kathor tha. Abhi-abhi dekha maa ne ling jad tak liya jab pita nal poochh rahe the. 

Shareer neeti ka wait nahi karta. Rakt ungliyon mein nahi, ling mein tha. Angochhe khisake. Ek pakda, wapas aaya, aise diya jaise bojh zyada ho. 

Liya phir theek se dekha. 

“Aise kyun dikh rahe ho? Jaise kuch ajeeb dekh liya ho. Munh khula hai. Haath tikhe nahi.” 

“Daudha. Itna hi. Tagaar ke kareeb fars h geela hai. Lagbhag phisla.” 

“Tum aur tumhari maa dono aise chal rahe ho jaise is ghar mein pret ho. Woh prashnon par uchalti hain. Tum angochha late kaanpte ho. Do din ki yatra karke aaya hoon to do log milte nahi aankh se.” 

Angochhe se baal ponchhte rahe, baat karte, siddhant jodte kyunki asli tasveer nahi thi. 

“Jab main ladka tha dadi kehti thin bhaari barish mein soona ghar ashant cheezon ko bulaata hai. Shayad bakwas ho. Par tumhe dekho. Unhe dekho. Aaj in kamron mein kuch ulat hai. Chamdi par mehsoos ho raha hai.” 

Andar se hansa, hasya se nahi, us garmi se jo vyakti ko beemar kare. 

Sir mein unhe asli pret kaha. Tumhari patni aaj dopahar kulta hai. Peechhe aangan mein ghutnon par doosre purush ka ling munh mein liye hai. 

Pichhli raat tumhare palang par nigala. Dwar sataaya taaki na dikhe. Pret barish mein nahi. Pret Vivek ki kari aur uska gala hai. 

Kuch nahi kaha. Kaha, 

“Barish ne sabko susta diya. Ek pal mein kholengi. Angochha lagaao. Geela khade raho to sardi pakadegi.” 

Gardan par angochha liye shayankaksh ki taraf mue. 

Tab hum dono ne suna. 

Peechhe aangan se, lakdi aur hawa ke through, Vivek ki awaz phusphusahat se bahar phooti. 

“Aaahhhh.” 

Phir, lambe, asahay. 








“Aaahhhh.” 

Turant jaana Chacha Vivek uske munh mein gir chuka. 

Jaana kyunki yahi karahna pichhli raat yatri-griha ke prasaran par suna tha, wahi seene-gehri awaz jab shareer jakda aur bhaar nikla. Purush yeh shor naali ke khansne se nahi karta. 

Yeh shor tab karta hai jab munh ant tak us par rahe. Doosra karahna atirikt tha, jo tab aata hai jab pehli lahar pehle se jeebh par ho aur baaki abhi nikal raha ho. 

Pita chalna band kiye. 

Sir peechhe aangan ke dwar ki taraf phera jaise lakdi ne khud baat ki ho. 

“Yeh kya tha?” 

Aise dikhe jaise ghar ne woh awaz ki ho jiski ijazat nahi. Bhaunhen milin. 

Munh khula aur khula raha. Dwar ki taraf ek kadam liya, angochha doosre haath se latka. 

“Suna?” mujhse poocha. 

Hichkichaaya. Hichkichahat lambi pad gayi. Us viram mein unke vivah aur mere bhed ke beech chuna. 

“Kya suna?” 

“Woh awaz. Jaise purush ki. Peechhe aangan se aayi. Aise mat dekho jaise main pagal hoon. Jaanta hoon kya suna.” 

“Lagta hai agle aangan ka koi. Deewar paar se aksar bulate hain. Ya vaani-peti. Padosi dopahar-bhojan ke baad tez bajaate hain.” 

Manne wale nahi dikhe. Silli ko aise ghoora jaise ghurane se kanch ban jaye. 

“Shobha?” bulaya. “Shobha, tumhare saath bahar kaun hai?” 

Koi uttar nahi. 

Dwar ke kareeb aaye. Dikha nahi. Lakdi purani, rangi, andhi. Hathili rakhi, abhi dhakka nahi, sirf chhua, jaise purush jaanche kamra jeevit hai ya nahi. 

“Shobha, tumse keh raha hoon. Jawab do. Maine purush ki awaz suni.” 

 

[Farz@123]

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