Adultery Meri Maa Ke Chhupe Raaz

[Mahendra_]

vinay ankal aur main sofe par baithe the. vah beech-beech mein maan kee taraf dekhate rahate the, unakee nazar unakee khoobasoorat gaand par tikee rahatee thee. meree maan kee gaand bahut achchhee shep mein thee.

mainne dekha ki khaana banaate samay unakee gaand kitanee bharee huee, mulaayam aur seksee lag rahee thee, aur main vinay ke ling ko usakee paint ke andar hilate hue dekh sakata tha.



vinay ankal ka ling usakee paint ke neeche itana bada lag raha tha, mujhe yakeen hee nahin ho raha tha ki usane us ling ko meree maan kee choot aur munh mein phit kar liya hai.

mere lie yah spasht tha ki vah meree maan ke lie vaakee bhookhe the aur vah aaj raat unhen zaroor chodenge.

yah jaanakar mujhe ek ajeeb see santushti mahasoos huee. yah garv aur is bhaavana ka mishran tha ki shaayad, bas shaayad, meree maan kuchh khushee kee hakadaar theen. lekin main is baare mein nishchit nahin tha kyonki meree maan kee shaadee mere pitaajee se huee thee.

aakhirakaar, khaana pakaane kee aakarshak aavaazen band ho gaeen, aur meree maan bhaap se bhare chaaval aur chikan se bhara ek bada katora lekar kamare mein chalee gaeen.

maan: (muskuraate hue) sab log, khaana taiyaar hai! mainne aapakee pasandeeda cheez bana lee hai.

usane katoree kophee tebal par rakh dee, aur mainne bhaap ko hava mein uthate dekha, jo chamelee ke chaaval kee khushaboo ko mere nathunon mein le ja rahee thee. mainne vinay ankal kee taraph dekha aur unake utsaah ko rokane kee koshish kee, aur mainne paaya ki mere saamane jo drshy saamane aa raha tha, use dekhakar main muskura raha tha.

jab ham khaane ke lie baithe, to main yah dekhe bina nahin rah saka ki meree maan kis tarah meree maan aur vinay ankal kee paartanar hone ke beech jhool rahee thee.

jab mainne dekha ki vinay tebal ke doosaree taraph se chanchal aur sharaaratee lag raha tha, to mera dil tezee se dhadak raha tha, aur mujhe aashchary hua ki usane bina kisee hichakichaahat ke mujhe vaapas aankh maaree. yah rishta nirvivaad tha, aur mujhe unake lie khushee aur bechainee ka ek ajeeb mishran mahasoos hua.

bhale hee mujhe pahale se hee pata tha ki meree maan ka vinay ankal ke saath gupt sambandh hai, phir bhee mujhe yakeen nahin tha ki mujhe ise sveekaar karana chaahie kyonki meree maan mere pita se jhooth bol rahee thee.

vinay ankal: (karee ka ek nivaala lete hue) vaah, yah to laajavaab hai! meena, tum vaakee khaana banaana jaanatee ho.

maan: (sharamaate hue) oh, yah to kuchh bhee nahin hai. bas ek saadhaaran resipee hai jo main saalon se bana rahee hoon.

main: (baatacheet mein shaamil hote hue) yah sabase badhiya hai, maan! kasam se, har baar jab tum ise banaatee ho to yah aur bhee badhiya ho jaata hai.

maan: (muskuraate hue) shukriya, beta. yah mere lie bahut maayane rakhata hai.

jaise-jaise ham khaana khaate rahe, main apanee utsukata ko badhane se nahin rok paee. mainne apanee maan kee taraph dekha, jo muskura rahee theen aur taareephon ka aanand le rahee theen, aur kaha, “tumhen pata hai, vinay ankal tumhaaree khoobasooratee aur tumhaare khaana pakaane kee vajah se tumhen vaakee pasand karate hain.”

aashchary se unaka jabada khula rah gaya, aur unhonne vinay ankal kee taraph dekha, jinhonne sahamati mein sir hilaaya.

vinay ankal: (muskuraate hue) main sach kah raha hoon. meena, tumhaara khaana bahut svaadisht hai, aur aaj raat tum kitanee achchhee dikh rahee ho, yah to bataane kee zaroorat hee nahin.

us raat meree maan ne poora neela blauj aur haree sari pahanee huee thee. unake stan vaakee bahut bade the, isalie vinay ankal unhen har samay ghoor rahe the.





meree maan aur bhee zyaada sharama gaee, unake gaalon par garmee phail gaee aur vah hakalaate hue bolee, “oh, ruko! tum mujhe sharminda kar rahe ho!” usane usakee taraf dekha, aur ek pal ke lie, aisa laga jaise ve phir se bachche ho gae hain, duniya kee paravaah kie bina ek-doosare ko pyaar bharee nazaron se dekh rahe hain.

vinay usake kareeb jhuka aur dheere se usake baalon ko peechhe kiya, aur us komal sparsh ne use puraanee yaadon mein kho diya, phir bhee ajeeb. mainne apane pita ke alaava kisee ko aisa karate nahin dekha tha, aur us pal mein mujhe ek ajeeb tanaav mahasoos hua. meree maan ne unhen sanket dene ke lie thoda sa hilaaya ki main abhee bhee vahaan hoon, aur jab mainne unakee chanchal baatacheet dekhee to mera dil tezee se dhadakane laga.

pooree sthiti par meree shuruaatee ghrna ke baavajood, mujhe khushee kee chingaaree mahasoos huee ki ve ek saath kitane khush lag rahe the. main ise nakaar nahin sakata tha - mujhe apanee maan ke is chanchal paksh ko phir se ubharate hue dekhana achchha laga, bhale hee andar se kuchh phusaphusa raha tha ki yah kisee tarah se galat lag raha hai.

jab hamane apana khaana khatm kiya, to main apanee kursee par peechhe kee or jhuk gaya, mere pet mein khaana jam raha tha, ek ajeeb see uttejana ke saath bhaareepan bhee tha. mujhe neend aa rahee thee aur meree palaken jhuk rahee theen aur mainne apana man bana liya.



main: (khinchaav) achchha, mujhe lagata hai ki ab main sone ja raha hoon. mujhe bahut neend aa rahee hai.

vinay ankal ne apanee plet se oopar dekha, unake chehare par muskaan thee. yahee vah samay tha jisaka ve intajaar kar rahe the.

vinay ankal: (sir hilaate hue) achchha vichaar hai, dost. tumhaare lie yah bahut lamba din raha.

meree maan ne oopar dekha, unake maathe par chinta kee lakeeren theen.

maan: (dheere se) tum sach mein nahin chaahatee ki main andar aakar tumhaara bistar lagaoon? isamen zyaada samay nahin lagega.

main: (sir hilaate hue) nahin, koee baat nahin, maan. main khud kar sakata hoon. tumhen meree chinta karane kee zaroorat nahin hai.

vah krtagyataapoorvak muskuraee, aur main usake chehare par raahat kee lahar dekh sakata tha.

maan: achchha, itana zimmedaar hone ke lie dhanyavaad. shubh raatri, priy. achchhee neend lo.

main: (muskuraate hue) shubh raatri, maan.

jab main jaane ke lie muda, to mainne apane peechhe vinay ankal kee garmajoshee bharee aavaaz sunee.

vinay ankal: shubh raatri, chaimp!

mainne javaab diya "shubh raatri ankal, mauj karo"

jab main raat ko apane kamare kee or ja raha tha, to mujhe ek ajeeb see bijalee see sanasanee mahasoos huee. raat kee ghatanaon aur meree maan aur vinay ankal ke agale baidamintan khel ke utsaah ke saath mera dil tezee se dhadak raha tha. lambe samay mein pahalee baar, mujhe laga ki hamaare ghar mein kuchh khaas hone vaala hai. yah bhaavanaon ka ek ajeeb mishran tha, lekin jaise hee main let gaya, raat kee bhaaree garmee ne mujhe gher liya, aur mainne paaya ki main so raha hoon, is baare mein sapane dekh raha hoon ki jeevan kitana jatil aur sundar ho sakata hai.






mera man abhee bhee pahale kee tarah hee utsaahit tha. tabhee, mainne apanee maan ke bedaroom ke daravaaze ke band hone kee dheemee aavaaz sunee. main turant samajh gaya ki vinay ankal aur meree maan donon hee andar aa gae hain, aur mere andar utsukata kee lahar daud gaee. haalaanki mujhe pata tha ki mujhe so jaana chaahie, phir bhee mujhe yah dekhane kee zaroorat mahasoos huee ki ve kya kar rahe hain.

kambal ko door dhakelate hue, mainne apane pairon ko bistar ke kinaare par lataka diya. jaise hee main apanee maan ke bedaroom kee or badha, mera dil tezee se dhadakane laga. daravaaza thoda khula tha, aur meree utsukata khushee mein badal gaee. usane daravaaza pooree tarah se band nahin kiya tha, shaayad use laga ki main subah tak gaharee neend mein so jaoonga. mere chehare par halkee muskaan aa gaee jab mainne socha ki kaise vinay ankal ne hamesha mujhe jeevan ko apanaane aur chhote-chhote romaanch par jaane ke lie protsaahit kiya tha.

main ek pal ke lie sthir khada raha, mera dil tezee se dhadak raha tha, phir mainne daravaaze kee sankaree daraar se jhaanka. andar ke laimp kee halkee roshanee daalaan mein garmee bikher rahee thee, jo khidakee ke paas khadee meree maan ko roshan kar rahee thee. meree saanse tham see gaee jab mainne dekha ki usane saatan kee laal dres pahanee huee thee jo vinay ankal ne us shaam usake lie khareedee thee. kapade kee halkee roshanee mein chamak rahee thee, jisase usaka phigar sabhee sahee jagahon par ubhar kar aa raha tha.









dres ne usake karvs ko khoobasooratee se ubhaara, usake stanon aur ghutanon ko dikhaaya. saatan ne zyaada kuchh nahin dhaka tha, aur main dekh sakata tha ki yah usake silhoot ko kaise ubhaar raha tha, jisase use aisee khoobasooratee mil rahee thee jo mainne pahale kabhee nahin dekhee thee. apanee maan ko aatmavishvaas se chamakate hue dekhakar mere andar khushee kee lahar daud gaee. yah usaka ek aisa paksh tha jo chhipa hua tha, aur ise dekhana khaas laga.

"vaah, tum kamaal kee lag rahee ho," vinay ankal ne kaha, unakee aavaaz garmajoshee se bharee huee thee. main unakee aankhon mein prashansa dekh sakata tha jab ve use dekh rahe the.

meree maan muskuraee, usake gaal gulaabee ho gae. "sach mein? mujhe yakeen nahin tha ki yah mujh par soot karega, lekin tumane mere lie sabase achchha chuna" usane javaab diya, usakee aavaaz halkee aur anishchitata se bharee huee thee.

"beshak yah tum par soot karata hai! yah bilkul sahee hai. tum bahut khoobasoorat lag rahee ho,” vinay ne usakee prashansa karane ke lie usake kareeb aate hue kaha.

un donon ko saath mein dekhana kisee philmee pal kee jhalak paane jaisa tha, jo aakarshan aur anakahe sneh se bhara hua tha. usakee hansee meree or bah rahee thee, halkee aur sankraamak, mujhe ek apratyaashit khushee mein lapet rahee thee. main dekh sakata tha ki vah kitanee khush thee, aur yah jaanakar ki vah muskura rahee thee, mujhe garmajoshee se bhar diya.

main thoda jhuk gaya, unake sahaj sambandh se mohit ho gaya. vinay ne apana haath badhaaya, dheere se usake kaan ke peechhe baalon kee ek dheelee lat ko tikaaya. unake beech kee nikatata nirvivaad thee, aur jab main vahaan khada tha, to mera dil is bhaavana se tezee se dhadak raha tha ki kuchh khaas khil raha hai. meree maan bahut deeptimaan lag rahee thee, us shaanadaar poshaak ko pahane hue aur ek aisee roshanee utsarjit karate hue jo vinay ko usake kareeb kheench rahee thee.

“kya tum sach mein vah poshaak pahanana chaahate ho?” usane chanchalata se poochha, usakee or dekhate hue, usake vyavahaar mein aatm-chetana aur khushee ka mishran ubhar raha tha. “mera matalab hai, yah bahut kuchh nahin dhakata hai, hai na?”

vinay muskuraaya, usakee aankhen chamak rahee theen. “yahee to ise khaas banaata hai! tum ise itanee khoobasooratee se pahanatee ho. yah dikhaata hai ki tum kitanee adbhut ho.”

mera dil garv se phool gaya, aur mainne bhaavanaon ka mishran mahasoos kiya, utsaah aur vismay ka mishran. main apanee maan ko mujhe itanee garmajoshee se gale lagaate hue dekhakar khush tha. vah khushee ke pal ka anubhav kar rahee thee, aur main bas yahee chaahata tha ki main use pyaar aur hansee ke saath gale lagaoon. mera man abhee bhee pahale kee tarah utsaah se gulajaar tha. phir, mainne apanee maan ke bedaroom ke daravaaje ke band hone kee halkee klik sunee. mujhe turant pata chal gaya ki vinay ankal aur meree maan donon andar aa gae hain, aur mere andar jigyaasa kee lahar daud gaee. haalaanki mujhe pata tha ki mujhe so jaana chaahie, mujhe yah dekhane kee zaroorat mahasoos huee ki ve kya kar rahe hain.





vinay: “tum us dres mein bilkul shaanadaar lag rahee ho. yah tumhen har jagah achchhee tarah se gale lagaatee hai; yah vaastav mein tumhaaree sundarata ko ujaagar karatee hai.”

maan: “oh, vinay, chalo. tum bas yahee kah rahe ho.”

vinay: “nahin, main sach kah raha hoon! mujhe is saatan mein tumhaare karv bahut pasand hain. tumhaare stan bahut sundar hain, aur tumhaaree badee gaand kitanee pyaaree hai, isaka to kahana hee kya. tumhaara har ang aatmavishvaas se bhara hua hai.”

maan: (sharamaate hue) “ab tum sirf bevakoofee kar rahe ho. chaapaloosee se tumhen kuchh nahin milega.”

vinay: “oh sach mein? lekin main kaise na karoon? mujhe tumhaara har (‘mota’) ang pasand hai! tumhaare mulaayam gaal, tumhaare pyaare koolhe… yah sab bahut badhiya hai.”

maan: (mazaak mein use thappad maaratee hai) “vinay! tum aisee baaten nahin kah sakate. main abhee bhee ek shaadeeshuda aurat hoon!”

vinay: (muskuraate hue) “aur thodee prashansa mein kya buraee hai? mujhe mat batao ki tumhen vah dhyaan pasand nahin hai jo main hamesha tumhen deta hoon. isake alaava, kaun kahata hai ki ham thodee mastee nahin kar sakate?”

maan: “jab kabeer vahaan tha, tab tumhen mere baal nahin banaane chaahie the. agar usane tumhen dekh liya hota to kya hota?”

vinay: “kyon? kya tumhen dar hai ki use kuchh shak ho jaega? mujhe lagata hai isaka matalab hai ki main tumhen khaas mahasoos karaane mein bahut achchha hoon.”

maan: “aisa nahin hai! bas… tum jaanatee ho ki log kaise ho sakate hain. lekin main use koee aaidiya nahin dena chaahatee. tum jaanatee ho ki vah kaisa ho sakata hai.”

vinay: “mera vishvaas karo, use koee aaidiya nahin hoga. isake alaava, main bas yah sunishchit karoonga ki use lage ki tum duniya kee sabase khoobasoorat mahila ho. main dekhata hoon ki jab ham is tarah mastee karate hain to tum kaise chamakatee ho.”

maan: “mujhe vishvaas nahin ho raha hai ki tum mere kamare mein ho jabaki tumhen apane parivaar ke saath hona chaahie, aur mere pati bhee baahar hain. tum sach mein mere shareer ke bhookhe ho”

vinay: “haan meree jaan, main tumhaare saath yahaan samay bitaana pasand karoonga. tum yahaan se jaana asambhav bana detee ho. itanee khoobasoorat mahila ke saath kaun yahaan nahin rahana chaahega?”

maan: (ghabaraahat se hansatee hai) “tumhaare paas gambheer hona mushkil banaane ka ek tareeka hai, hai na?”

vinay: “bilkul! sundarata kee saraahana kie bina jeevan bahut chhota hai. aur tum ek utkrsht krti ho!”

maan: “bas mujhase vaada karo ki agalee baar jab kabeer aasapaas hoga to tum mere baalon ko is tarah brash nahin karoge.”

vinay: (muskuraate hue) “koee vaada nahin, lekin main ise gupt rakhane kee koshish karoonga… kam se kam jab tak vah aasapaas hai.”

maan: “tum asambhav ho!”

vinay: “aur tumhen yah pasand hai. chalo is pal ka aanand len bina is baat kee chinta kie ki doosare kya sochate hain. tum poshit mahasoos karane ke hakadaar ho.”

maan: (aah bharate hue, muskuraate hue) “tum hamesha jaanate ho ki mera man kaise shaant karana hai, hai na? bas… saavadhaan raho. main apanee zindagee se takaraana nahin chaahata.”

vinay: “zindagee apratyaashit kshanon se bharee honee chaahie. main tumhaare saath bitae gae palon ko aur bhee behatar banaane ke lie yahaan hoon.”






daravaaje par khade hokar, mainne kamare mein pravesh karane ke baare mein socha, lekin mujhe pata tha ki yah sahee samay nahin tha. vinay ankal ne mujhe tabhee andar aane ke lie kaha tha jab ve use chod rahe the. mainne daravaaja thoda khola aur andar jhaanka, yah jaanane ke lie utsuk tha ki ve aage kya karane vaale hain.

mainne dekha ki vinay ne maan kee badee gaand ko dheere se pakada, usakee ungaliyaan usakee seksee motee gaand ke chaaron or lipatee huee theen. chaunk kar, usane jaldee se usake haathon ko door dhakel diya.









“tumane mere haathon ko door kyon dhakela?” vinay ne poochha, usakee aavaaz mein aashchary ka sanket tha.

maan, jinake gaal thode gulaabee ho gae the, ne sharmeelee aavaaz mein javaab diya, “meree gaand tumhaaree nahin hai.”

vinay ne chanchalata se ek bhaun uthaee, “aur phir yah kisakee hai?”

maan ne javaab diya, “yah mere pati kee hai.”

vinay ne muskuraate hue kaha, “lekin main bhee tumhaara pati hoon.” is sharaaratee ishaare par, vah neeche jhuka aur usake honthon ko chooma, ek maasoom ishaara jisane usake chehare par chamak la dee.

meree maan ne bhee vinay ankal ka sir pakad liya aur unhen choom liya.

maan ko khush dekhakar mera dil khush ho gaya; unakee muskaan chamak rahee thee, aur main unhen is pal mein dekhakar khush hue bina nahin rah saka.

phir, vinay ka dhyaan bhatak gaya aur usane jaldee se apanee pataloon utaar dee. “chalo, shuroo karate hain!” usane aagrah kiya.

maan, jo abhee bhee thodee sharmeelee thee, ne usase aagrah kiya, “dheere se jao aur ek minat ruko!”

“kyon?” vinay muskuraaya, usakee aankhon mein ek sharaaratee chamak thee.

maan paas kee shelph kee or chalee gaee, kuchh uthaane kee taiyaaree kar rahee thee. jaise hee vah shelph kee or chalee, mainne dekha ki usakee badee gaand thodee hil rahee thee. vinay, usake peechhe khada tha, usakee harakaton ko dekh raha tha, usakee aankhen usakee badee gaand par tikee theen jo bahut khoobasooratee se hil rahee thee. yah komalata aur pratyaasha ke mishran se bhara ek kshan tha, jisane kamare ke maahaul ko aur bhee antarang bana diya.

meree maan ne aage badhakar shelph se tel kee ek chhotee botal nikaalee, jisaka gilaas roshanee mein chamak raha tha. vah vinay kee or mudee, usake hothon par sharmeelee muskaan thee. “kya tum jaanate ho ki yah tel kis kaam ka hai?” usane poochha, usakee aavaaz phusaphusaahat se thodee hee oopar thee.

vinay ne utsukata se apana sir khujalaaya. “nahin, mujhe nahin pata. yah kis kaam ka hai?” usane javaab diya, aur kareeb jhuk gaya, usakee aankhon mein jigyaasa saaf jhalak rahee thee.

meree maan ne tab use bataaya ki yah tel ………. ke lie hai.