01-04-2025, 02:15 AM
Vinay Uncle ne meri Mom ko ghutno ke bal kar diya aur ab woh bistar pe jhuki hui thi. Vinay Uncle ki saansein tez ho gayi, unke haath Mom ki moti kamar pe kas gaye. Woh kareeb aaye, unki awaaz ek dheemi phusphusaahat mein badal gayi.
“Meena, kasam se, mujhe tere pati se jalan ho rahi hai. Woh har din iske saath kaise uthta hai? Yeh teri badi gaand—yeh toh ek khazana hai. Itni moti, itni perfect. Main ise ghanton tak dekh sakta hoon.”
Mom ka shareer ek pal ke liye akad gaya, unki saans ruk gayi jaise woh uske shabdon ko samajh rahi ho. Unke haathon ne chaadar ko zor se pakda, kapda unki ungliyon ke neeche sikud gaya, aur ek kaanpti hansi unke hothon se nikli, jismein ghabrahat jhalak rahi thi.
“Vinay, shhh! Itna zor se mat bol,” unhone Vinay ko kaha, unki awaaz kaanp rahi thi. Unhone apna sir thoda sa ghumaya aur mujhe darwaaze pe khada dekha, main wahi khada raha, Mom ko dekhta raha—jo ek achchi aurat thi—jhuki hui, aur ek aadmi jo mera Dad nahi tha, unke peeche unka gaand chaatne wala tha.
“Kabir wahi khada hai, humein dekh raha hai. Yeh tu mujhe kya karwa raha hai, Vinay?”
Vinay Uncle ki aankhein meri taraf uthi, ek dheemi, shaitaani hansi unke chehre pe phail gayi. “Oh, woh yahaan hai, hai na? Achcha hai. Kabir ko dekhne de. Woh itna samajhdaar hai ki yeh sab samajh sake.” Unka hansna dheema aur karkash tha, unki nazar phir Mom ki badi gaand pe chali gayi, jaise ek bhookha aadmi ise nihaarta ho. Mom ki gaand do bade, mote golon ki tarah thi, itni moti ki yeh wajah se pare lagti thi.
“Meena, mujhe ek baat bol—kya main… iski khushboo le sakta hoon? Ya shayad ise chaat sakta hoon? Woh chhota sa meetha spot wahi?” Unka angutha unke gaand ke aaspaas ghuma, use thoda upar khiska kar unki kaanpti gaand ko aur dikha diya.
Mom ka chehra laal ho gaya, unki saans atak gayi jab woh hilne lagi, woh bade-bade gaand ke gole hilte hue dikhayi diye. Pehle toh unki awaaz nahi nikli, unki aankhein meri taraf uthi, sharminda bhar gayi.
“Vinay, ruk ja,” unhone dheeme se kaha, shabd mushkil se sunai diye. “Kabir ke saamne nahi. Main… main yeh nahi bol sakti.”
Main aage badha, mere jooton ki awaaz ne sannata toda. “Mom, use jo karna hai karne do. Theek hai. Mujhe koi problem nahi.”
Unka sir meri taraf jhatke se ghuma, unka muh vishwas nahi kar paane wali haalat mein khul gaya. “Kabir! Tu kya bol raha hai? Tu kitna sharaarti hai—tu wahi khada hoke mujhe yeh kaise bol sakta hai?”
Unki awaaz toot gayi, ek ghabraayi hansi nikal padi jab unhone apna chehra takiye mein chhupa liya, apni kaanpti saansein chhupaane ki koshish ki. Woh Vinay ki taraf thodi si jhuki, unka sundar chehra sharm se laal ho gaya.
Vinay Uncle ki hansi aur badi ho gayi, unki aankhein shaitaani se chamak uthi. “Dekha? Kabir bhi mera saath de raha hai. Chalo, Meena, ab sharmao mat. Kar sakta hoon na?” Unka lehja mazakiya tha, jaise use uksa rahe ho, unke haath neeche sarak gaye, unki hadd tak jaane ki koshish kar rahe the.
Mom thodi der tak jhijhaki, unka shareer unke haathon ke neeche kaanp raha tha. Phir, ek chhoti si han—jo itni dheemi thi ki maine mushkil se dekha—unhone haan keh diya. “Theek hai,” unhone dheeme se kaha, awaaz nazuk thi. “Par… ise ajeeb mat bana.”
Vinay ko aur kuch nahi chahiye tha. Woh neeche jhuke, unka chehra Mom ki nangi badi gaand ke bilkul upar tha, unki garam saans unke gaand pe pad rahi thi. Unhone dheere se shuru kiya, apni naak ko unke gaand ke beech ke gehre hisse mein dabaya, gehri saans lete hue.
“Bhagwan, Meena,” unhone kaha, unki awaaz bhaari ho gayi. “Teri gaand ki khushboo yahaan swarg jaisi lagti hai.” Phir unki jeebh baahar nikli, pehle thodi si, unke gaand ke chhote se kinaare ko dheere se chaata.
Mom ne ek saans bhari, unka shareer aage ki taraf jhuka. Unki ungliyan chaadar ko nochne lagi, use kaske pakad liya jab woh hilne lagi, unki gaand har hilne se kaanpti hui.
Yeh dekhne layak thi—woh moti, bhaari gaand ke gole Vinay ke chhune se hil rahe the, unka bada size har harkat ko bada kar deta tha. Unki jaanghein kaanpti thi, aur ek dheemi si siski unke muh se nikli, jo takiye mein dab gayi.
Main darwaaze ke sahare khada ho gaya, curiousity meri ajeeb si feeling se upar thi. “Mom, kaisa lag raha hai?” maine poochha, apni awaaz halki aur mazakiya rakhi.
Unhone apna sir thoda uthaya, mujhe ghabraayi nazron se ghoora, unke gaal laal aur paseene se chamak rahe the. “Kabir, tu chhota shaitaan—tujhe kya lagta hai kaisa lag raha hai? Yeh… yeh bahut zyada hai. Main seedha soch bhi nahi sakti. Apne kamre mein jaa, aaaahhhh.”
Unki awaaz saans se bhari thi, sharm aur ek majboor maza ke beech mein thi. “Tu isse mazaa le raha hai, na? Mujhe aise dekh kar, Kabir?”
Vinay hans pade, thodi der ke liye peeche hatkar saans li. “Woh galat nahi hai, Meena. Dekh tujhe—aisi hil rahi hai, itni badi gaand ke saath? Yeh dekhne layak tamasha hai.”
Woh phir se lage, unki jeebh ab zyada confidence ke saath ghum rahi thi, unke gaand pe dheere-dheere chaat rahe the.
Mom ke kamar ne jhatka diya, ek dabbi si cheekh nikal padi jise woh rok nahi saki. “Vinay, oh Bhagwan—dheere kar,” unhone bheekh maangi, unki awaaz toot rahi thi.
“Tu apni zubaan se mujhe maar daalega.” Unki gaand sikud gayi, moti chhati hilne lagi jab woh apne aap ko sambhaalne ki koshish kar rahi thi, par koi faida nahi—har chaat use ek gehre ehsaas mein le jaa raha tha.
Main apna sir thoda jhukaya, halki si hansi ke saath. “Tu sach mein ismein kho gayi hai, na, Mom? Maine nahi socha tha tu use itna aage jaane degi.”
Unhone mujhe ek nazar maari, aadhi pareshaani, aadha behoshi mein. “Kabir, ruk ja! Tu ise aur bura bana raha hai. Main pehle hi sharm se mar rahi hoon, aur tu… use aur uksa raha hai!” Unke shabd ek cheekh mein badal gaye jab Vinay ki jeebh zor se lagi, unke haathon ne unki gaand ko aur chauda kiya taaki unka gaand tak zyada pahunch sake.
Vinay phir se peeche hata, apna muh haath ke peeche se ponchha, unki aankhein shaitaani se chamak rahi thi. “Meena, tera swaad maine socha se bhi behtar hai. Tera pati ek kismatwala hai—main usse iske liye lad bhi sakta hoon.” Unhone unki gaand pe ek mazakiya thappad maara, unhe hilte hue dekha aur santusht hansi di. “Kabir, use bol ki sharmaane ki koi wajah nahi. Yeh ek kala hai.”
Main hans pada, apne baazu cross kiye. “Mom, woh sahi hai. Tu aise behave kar rahi hai jaise yeh koi bada raaz hai. Ab relax kar.”
Unhone ek siski bhari, apna chehra phir takiye mein dabaya. “Tum dono namumkin ho. Aise milke mujhpe chadh rahe ho—tu kaisa beta hai, Kabir? Aur Vinay, tu bilkul besharam hai. Pura besharam.”
Par unki awaaz mein ab ek halki si masti thi, ghabrahat ke beech maza ubhar raha tha.
Vinay kareeb aaya, unke kaan ke paas apne hoth rakhe aur itna zor se bola ki mujhe bhi sunayi diya. “Besharam? Shayad. Par tujhe yeh pasand hai, na? Mere is moti, sundar gaand ki pooja karne de raha hai jab tera beta dekh raha hai? Bol ki nahi.”
Mom kaanp gayi, unka shareer unke ehsaas ko dhoka de raha tha jab woh phir se hili. “Main… main kya bolun,” unhone haklaya, unki awaaz dheemi thi. “Tum dono gande ho. Gande aur bure.” Par woh peeche nahi hati, unhone use rokne ko nahi kaha.
Main thoda aage badha, curiousity mujhe kheench rahi thi. “Mom, tu ab ladne ki koshish bhi nahi kar rahi. Ab kaisa lag raha hai? Behtar?”
Unhone meri taraf thodi si aankh uthayi, unki aankhein sharm aur maza ke saath chamak rahi thi. “Yeh… bahut zyada hai, theek hai? Khush ho ab? Mera apna beta, mujhse poochhta hai jab—oh!”
Unke shabd ek tez cheekh mein ruk gaye jab Vinay ki jeebh ne ek naya rhythm pakda, dheema aur mazakiya, har reaction ko baahar nikaal raha tha.
Vinay unki skin ke khilaaf hans pada, vibration se woh hil gayi. “Teri Mom ek halat hai, Kabir. Dekh ise—chaadar ko aise pakad rahi hai jaise zindagi ispe depend karti ho. Main aage badhun, Meena? Ya ruk jaun?”
“Rukna mat,” woh bina soche bol padi, phir apne muh pe haath rakh diya, apne shabdon se ghabra gayi. “Matlab—nahi, ruko, maine yeh nahi kaha! Ya… oh Bhagwan, jo karna hai kar, Vinay. Main soch nahi sakti ab.”
Main muskuraya, bistar ke khambe pe sahara liya. “Dekha, Mom? Tu theek hai iske saath. Ab maan le.”
Unhone mujhe ghoora, par yeh kamzor tha, unka irada toot chuka tha. “Tu sabse bura hai, Kabir. Bilkul bura. Use uksane mein—tere saath kya galat hai?”
Unke shabd tez the par muskaan ke saath, unki awaaz ab mazakiya thi, yeh ajeeb si baat mein ulajh gayi thi.
Vinay ke haath unki gaand pe ghume, moti chhati ko masalte hue jab unhone phir chaata, is baar dheeme, har inch ka maza lete hue. “Meena, tu mujhe maar daal rahi hai,” unhone chaatne ke beech kaha. “Yeh gaand bahut zyada hai. Bahut hi zyada. Main isse kabhi nahi bhoolunga.”
Mom ka shareer kaanp gaya, unki saansein chhoti aur tez ho gayi. “Vinay, tu pagal hai,” unhone mushkil se kaha, unki awaaz kaanpti hui. “Aur Kabir—mujhe aise mat dekh! Yeh pehle hi bura hai bina tere muskuraye.”
Main kandhe uchaala, befikar. “Kya? Yeh meri galti nahi ki tu ek tamasha dikha rahi hai. Ab kaisa lag raha hai, Mom? Tu bilkul pighal rahi hai.”
Unhone ek kaanpti hansi chhodi, unke haath chaadar ko aur kas liya. “Yeh lag raha hai… jaise main apna dimaag kho rahi hoon, theek hai? Khush? Tum dono mujhe pagal kar rahe ho.” Unki kamar thodi si hili, ek anjaane samarpan mein, unki gaand Vinay ke rukne na dene wale dhyan se kaanpti rahi.
Kamra garam ho gaya, hawa mein chhupi si tanaav bhaari ho gayi. Vinay ke haath unhe zor se pakde, unki ungliyan unki naram, moti gaand mein dhansi jab unhone apni jeebh ko dheeme, gol chakkar mein chalaya unke gaand pe.
Mom ki siskiyaan tez ho gayi, kam dabbi hui, unka shareer har guzarne ke saath kaanpta raha. Chaadar unke neeche ek sikudi hui halat mein thi, unke khud pe kaboo kho dene ka saboot.
“Vinay, tu bahut zyada hai,” unhone saans li, unki awaaz kacchi thi. “Main… main isse aur nahi le sakti.”
Woh thoda peeche hata, unke hoth chamak rahe the, aur ek hansi di. “Bahut zyada? Meena, maine toh abhi shuru kiya hai. Yeh gaand ghanton ke layak hai, minute nahi.” Unhone meri taraf dekha, aankh maari. “Kabir, bol use ki woh isse zyada takatwar hai. Woh yeh jhel sakti hai.”
“Mom, tu isse zyada takatwar hai,” maine wahi bola, muskurate hue. “Chal, tu achcha kar rahi hai.”
Unhone ek siski ke saath hansi, apne behoshi ke beech. “Achcha? Main ek halat hoon, Kabir! Aur tu—tu iske har pal ka mazaa le raha hai, na?”
“Shayad,” maine maana, use hilte hue dekha. “Ab kaisa lag raha hai? Tu bahut kaanp rahi hai.”
“Yeh… yeh teevra hai, beta,” unhone confess kiya, unki awaaz toot rahi thi jab Vinay phir laga, unki jeebh rukne wali nahi thi. “Bahut teevra. Mujhe nahi pata main aur kitna—” Unke shabd ek tez cheekh mein ruk gaye, unka shareer jhuka jab ehsaas ne use daboch liya.
Vinay hans pada, unke haath unki gaand ko aur chauda kiya. “Bas yahi, Meena. Chhod de. Tu aise perfect hai.” Unki awaaz ek dheemi gurrhat thi, santushti se bhari, jab woh apne kaam mein doob gaya, har kaanp, har saans ko baahar nikaal raha tha.
“Meena, kasam se, mujhe tere pati se jalan ho rahi hai. Woh har din iske saath kaise uthta hai? Yeh teri badi gaand—yeh toh ek khazana hai. Itni moti, itni perfect. Main ise ghanton tak dekh sakta hoon.”
Mom ka shareer ek pal ke liye akad gaya, unki saans ruk gayi jaise woh uske shabdon ko samajh rahi ho. Unke haathon ne chaadar ko zor se pakda, kapda unki ungliyon ke neeche sikud gaya, aur ek kaanpti hansi unke hothon se nikli, jismein ghabrahat jhalak rahi thi.
“Vinay, shhh! Itna zor se mat bol,” unhone Vinay ko kaha, unki awaaz kaanp rahi thi. Unhone apna sir thoda sa ghumaya aur mujhe darwaaze pe khada dekha, main wahi khada raha, Mom ko dekhta raha—jo ek achchi aurat thi—jhuki hui, aur ek aadmi jo mera Dad nahi tha, unke peeche unka gaand chaatne wala tha.
“Kabir wahi khada hai, humein dekh raha hai. Yeh tu mujhe kya karwa raha hai, Vinay?”
Vinay Uncle ki aankhein meri taraf uthi, ek dheemi, shaitaani hansi unke chehre pe phail gayi. “Oh, woh yahaan hai, hai na? Achcha hai. Kabir ko dekhne de. Woh itna samajhdaar hai ki yeh sab samajh sake.” Unka hansna dheema aur karkash tha, unki nazar phir Mom ki badi gaand pe chali gayi, jaise ek bhookha aadmi ise nihaarta ho. Mom ki gaand do bade, mote golon ki tarah thi, itni moti ki yeh wajah se pare lagti thi.
“Meena, mujhe ek baat bol—kya main… iski khushboo le sakta hoon? Ya shayad ise chaat sakta hoon? Woh chhota sa meetha spot wahi?” Unka angutha unke gaand ke aaspaas ghuma, use thoda upar khiska kar unki kaanpti gaand ko aur dikha diya.
Mom ka chehra laal ho gaya, unki saans atak gayi jab woh hilne lagi, woh bade-bade gaand ke gole hilte hue dikhayi diye. Pehle toh unki awaaz nahi nikli, unki aankhein meri taraf uthi, sharminda bhar gayi.
“Vinay, ruk ja,” unhone dheeme se kaha, shabd mushkil se sunai diye. “Kabir ke saamne nahi. Main… main yeh nahi bol sakti.”
Main aage badha, mere jooton ki awaaz ne sannata toda. “Mom, use jo karna hai karne do. Theek hai. Mujhe koi problem nahi.”
Unka sir meri taraf jhatke se ghuma, unka muh vishwas nahi kar paane wali haalat mein khul gaya. “Kabir! Tu kya bol raha hai? Tu kitna sharaarti hai—tu wahi khada hoke mujhe yeh kaise bol sakta hai?”
Unki awaaz toot gayi, ek ghabraayi hansi nikal padi jab unhone apna chehra takiye mein chhupa liya, apni kaanpti saansein chhupaane ki koshish ki. Woh Vinay ki taraf thodi si jhuki, unka sundar chehra sharm se laal ho gaya.
Vinay Uncle ki hansi aur badi ho gayi, unki aankhein shaitaani se chamak uthi. “Dekha? Kabir bhi mera saath de raha hai. Chalo, Meena, ab sharmao mat. Kar sakta hoon na?” Unka lehja mazakiya tha, jaise use uksa rahe ho, unke haath neeche sarak gaye, unki hadd tak jaane ki koshish kar rahe the.
Mom thodi der tak jhijhaki, unka shareer unke haathon ke neeche kaanp raha tha. Phir, ek chhoti si han—jo itni dheemi thi ki maine mushkil se dekha—unhone haan keh diya. “Theek hai,” unhone dheeme se kaha, awaaz nazuk thi. “Par… ise ajeeb mat bana.”
Vinay ko aur kuch nahi chahiye tha. Woh neeche jhuke, unka chehra Mom ki nangi badi gaand ke bilkul upar tha, unki garam saans unke gaand pe pad rahi thi. Unhone dheere se shuru kiya, apni naak ko unke gaand ke beech ke gehre hisse mein dabaya, gehri saans lete hue.
“Bhagwan, Meena,” unhone kaha, unki awaaz bhaari ho gayi. “Teri gaand ki khushboo yahaan swarg jaisi lagti hai.” Phir unki jeebh baahar nikli, pehle thodi si, unke gaand ke chhote se kinaare ko dheere se chaata.
Mom ne ek saans bhari, unka shareer aage ki taraf jhuka. Unki ungliyan chaadar ko nochne lagi, use kaske pakad liya jab woh hilne lagi, unki gaand har hilne se kaanpti hui.
Yeh dekhne layak thi—woh moti, bhaari gaand ke gole Vinay ke chhune se hil rahe the, unka bada size har harkat ko bada kar deta tha. Unki jaanghein kaanpti thi, aur ek dheemi si siski unke muh se nikli, jo takiye mein dab gayi.
Main darwaaze ke sahare khada ho gaya, curiousity meri ajeeb si feeling se upar thi. “Mom, kaisa lag raha hai?” maine poochha, apni awaaz halki aur mazakiya rakhi.
Unhone apna sir thoda uthaya, mujhe ghabraayi nazron se ghoora, unke gaal laal aur paseene se chamak rahe the. “Kabir, tu chhota shaitaan—tujhe kya lagta hai kaisa lag raha hai? Yeh… yeh bahut zyada hai. Main seedha soch bhi nahi sakti. Apne kamre mein jaa, aaaahhhh.”
Unki awaaz saans se bhari thi, sharm aur ek majboor maza ke beech mein thi. “Tu isse mazaa le raha hai, na? Mujhe aise dekh kar, Kabir?”
Vinay hans pade, thodi der ke liye peeche hatkar saans li. “Woh galat nahi hai, Meena. Dekh tujhe—aisi hil rahi hai, itni badi gaand ke saath? Yeh dekhne layak tamasha hai.”
Woh phir se lage, unki jeebh ab zyada confidence ke saath ghum rahi thi, unke gaand pe dheere-dheere chaat rahe the.
Mom ke kamar ne jhatka diya, ek dabbi si cheekh nikal padi jise woh rok nahi saki. “Vinay, oh Bhagwan—dheere kar,” unhone bheekh maangi, unki awaaz toot rahi thi.
“Tu apni zubaan se mujhe maar daalega.” Unki gaand sikud gayi, moti chhati hilne lagi jab woh apne aap ko sambhaalne ki koshish kar rahi thi, par koi faida nahi—har chaat use ek gehre ehsaas mein le jaa raha tha.
Main apna sir thoda jhukaya, halki si hansi ke saath. “Tu sach mein ismein kho gayi hai, na, Mom? Maine nahi socha tha tu use itna aage jaane degi.”
Unhone mujhe ek nazar maari, aadhi pareshaani, aadha behoshi mein. “Kabir, ruk ja! Tu ise aur bura bana raha hai. Main pehle hi sharm se mar rahi hoon, aur tu… use aur uksa raha hai!” Unke shabd ek cheekh mein badal gaye jab Vinay ki jeebh zor se lagi, unke haathon ne unki gaand ko aur chauda kiya taaki unka gaand tak zyada pahunch sake.
Vinay phir se peeche hata, apna muh haath ke peeche se ponchha, unki aankhein shaitaani se chamak rahi thi. “Meena, tera swaad maine socha se bhi behtar hai. Tera pati ek kismatwala hai—main usse iske liye lad bhi sakta hoon.” Unhone unki gaand pe ek mazakiya thappad maara, unhe hilte hue dekha aur santusht hansi di. “Kabir, use bol ki sharmaane ki koi wajah nahi. Yeh ek kala hai.”
Main hans pada, apne baazu cross kiye. “Mom, woh sahi hai. Tu aise behave kar rahi hai jaise yeh koi bada raaz hai. Ab relax kar.”
Unhone ek siski bhari, apna chehra phir takiye mein dabaya. “Tum dono namumkin ho. Aise milke mujhpe chadh rahe ho—tu kaisa beta hai, Kabir? Aur Vinay, tu bilkul besharam hai. Pura besharam.”
Par unki awaaz mein ab ek halki si masti thi, ghabrahat ke beech maza ubhar raha tha.
Vinay kareeb aaya, unke kaan ke paas apne hoth rakhe aur itna zor se bola ki mujhe bhi sunayi diya. “Besharam? Shayad. Par tujhe yeh pasand hai, na? Mere is moti, sundar gaand ki pooja karne de raha hai jab tera beta dekh raha hai? Bol ki nahi.”
Mom kaanp gayi, unka shareer unke ehsaas ko dhoka de raha tha jab woh phir se hili. “Main… main kya bolun,” unhone haklaya, unki awaaz dheemi thi. “Tum dono gande ho. Gande aur bure.” Par woh peeche nahi hati, unhone use rokne ko nahi kaha.
Main thoda aage badha, curiousity mujhe kheench rahi thi. “Mom, tu ab ladne ki koshish bhi nahi kar rahi. Ab kaisa lag raha hai? Behtar?”
Unhone meri taraf thodi si aankh uthayi, unki aankhein sharm aur maza ke saath chamak rahi thi. “Yeh… bahut zyada hai, theek hai? Khush ho ab? Mera apna beta, mujhse poochhta hai jab—oh!”
Unke shabd ek tez cheekh mein ruk gaye jab Vinay ki jeebh ne ek naya rhythm pakda, dheema aur mazakiya, har reaction ko baahar nikaal raha tha.
Vinay unki skin ke khilaaf hans pada, vibration se woh hil gayi. “Teri Mom ek halat hai, Kabir. Dekh ise—chaadar ko aise pakad rahi hai jaise zindagi ispe depend karti ho. Main aage badhun, Meena? Ya ruk jaun?”
“Rukna mat,” woh bina soche bol padi, phir apne muh pe haath rakh diya, apne shabdon se ghabra gayi. “Matlab—nahi, ruko, maine yeh nahi kaha! Ya… oh Bhagwan, jo karna hai kar, Vinay. Main soch nahi sakti ab.”
Main muskuraya, bistar ke khambe pe sahara liya. “Dekha, Mom? Tu theek hai iske saath. Ab maan le.”
Unhone mujhe ghoora, par yeh kamzor tha, unka irada toot chuka tha. “Tu sabse bura hai, Kabir. Bilkul bura. Use uksane mein—tere saath kya galat hai?”
Unke shabd tez the par muskaan ke saath, unki awaaz ab mazakiya thi, yeh ajeeb si baat mein ulajh gayi thi.
Vinay ke haath unki gaand pe ghume, moti chhati ko masalte hue jab unhone phir chaata, is baar dheeme, har inch ka maza lete hue. “Meena, tu mujhe maar daal rahi hai,” unhone chaatne ke beech kaha. “Yeh gaand bahut zyada hai. Bahut hi zyada. Main isse kabhi nahi bhoolunga.”
Mom ka shareer kaanp gaya, unki saansein chhoti aur tez ho gayi. “Vinay, tu pagal hai,” unhone mushkil se kaha, unki awaaz kaanpti hui. “Aur Kabir—mujhe aise mat dekh! Yeh pehle hi bura hai bina tere muskuraye.”
Main kandhe uchaala, befikar. “Kya? Yeh meri galti nahi ki tu ek tamasha dikha rahi hai. Ab kaisa lag raha hai, Mom? Tu bilkul pighal rahi hai.”
Unhone ek kaanpti hansi chhodi, unke haath chaadar ko aur kas liya. “Yeh lag raha hai… jaise main apna dimaag kho rahi hoon, theek hai? Khush? Tum dono mujhe pagal kar rahe ho.” Unki kamar thodi si hili, ek anjaane samarpan mein, unki gaand Vinay ke rukne na dene wale dhyan se kaanpti rahi.
Kamra garam ho gaya, hawa mein chhupi si tanaav bhaari ho gayi. Vinay ke haath unhe zor se pakde, unki ungliyan unki naram, moti gaand mein dhansi jab unhone apni jeebh ko dheeme, gol chakkar mein chalaya unke gaand pe.
Mom ki siskiyaan tez ho gayi, kam dabbi hui, unka shareer har guzarne ke saath kaanpta raha. Chaadar unke neeche ek sikudi hui halat mein thi, unke khud pe kaboo kho dene ka saboot.
“Vinay, tu bahut zyada hai,” unhone saans li, unki awaaz kacchi thi. “Main… main isse aur nahi le sakti.”
Woh thoda peeche hata, unke hoth chamak rahe the, aur ek hansi di. “Bahut zyada? Meena, maine toh abhi shuru kiya hai. Yeh gaand ghanton ke layak hai, minute nahi.” Unhone meri taraf dekha, aankh maari. “Kabir, bol use ki woh isse zyada takatwar hai. Woh yeh jhel sakti hai.”
“Mom, tu isse zyada takatwar hai,” maine wahi bola, muskurate hue. “Chal, tu achcha kar rahi hai.”
Unhone ek siski ke saath hansi, apne behoshi ke beech. “Achcha? Main ek halat hoon, Kabir! Aur tu—tu iske har pal ka mazaa le raha hai, na?”
“Shayad,” maine maana, use hilte hue dekha. “Ab kaisa lag raha hai? Tu bahut kaanp rahi hai.”
“Yeh… yeh teevra hai, beta,” unhone confess kiya, unki awaaz toot rahi thi jab Vinay phir laga, unki jeebh rukne wali nahi thi. “Bahut teevra. Mujhe nahi pata main aur kitna—” Unke shabd ek tez cheekh mein ruk gaye, unka shareer jhuka jab ehsaas ne use daboch liya.
Vinay hans pada, unke haath unki gaand ko aur chauda kiya. “Bas yahi, Meena. Chhod de. Tu aise perfect hai.” Unki awaaz ek dheemi gurrhat thi, santushti se bhari, jab woh apne kaam mein doob gaya, har kaanp, har saans ko baahar nikaal raha tha.
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