Adultery Nayi Shuruaat - Meri Sweet Maa Bani Meri Bhai Ki Dulhan

[Joker44]

Angan mein ek naya rang chhaya hua tha — haldi ka peela, phoolon ki khushboo, dholak ki thaap, aur har taraf se aati hansi ki awaaz. Ghar ke bade aur chhote sab ikattha hue the — shaadi ke paanch din baad mehndi ka rang ab Haldi ke rang mein rangne ja raha tha.
Reeti, ek off-white cotton saree mein, bina makeup ke, sirf halke phoolon ka haar pehne baithi thi — ekdam natural, par uske chehre pe woh dulhan wala chamak alag hi level ka tha.
Sabse pehle Naina aayi, uske gaalon pe haldi lagayi aur cheekhi,
“Dulhaniya ko glow chahiye toh pehli haldi meri!”
Rohan ne bola,
“Main toh sirf isse peele banane aaya hoon, glowing toh waise hi lag rahi hai.”
Tabhi sab log zara side ho gaye, aur aage badhe Rajat ke pita — Reeti ke pehle pati, aur ab uske sasur.
Unke haath mein haldi thi… aur aankhon mein thoda sa bhaav — ek ajeeb si shanti, jisme purani yaadon ki ret bhi thi, aur naye rishton ki neev bhi.
Woh dheere se jhukke Reeti ke mathay par haldi lagate hain…
Aur us pal mein Reeti ki saans andar hi atak jaati hai.
Uske man mein ek tsunami si chal rahi thi —
“Jis haath ne mujhe pehli baar suhagan banaya tha… aaj wohi haath mujhe apne bete ki dulhan bana rahe hain.”
Uski aankhon mein halke aansu aa gaye. Par woh aansu dard ke nahi the — sweeter grief ke the, ek cycle complete hone ka sukoon tha.
Rajat ke pita ne uska haath pakda, ek pyaar bhari 



muskaan ke saath kaha,
“Beti ban ke aayi thi, ab bahu banke ruk ja. Ghar ab poora lagta hai.”
Us pal mein… Garima chali gayi thi. Reeti reh gayi thi.
Usne aankh jhuka kar haan mein sir hila diya… aur mann mein bas ek hi thought tha:
“Pyaar wahi hai… par roop badal gaya hai. Pehle pati tha… ab pita ban gaya. Aur iss naye roop mein bhi, uski dua mere saath hai.”
Tabhi Rajat aaya, halka sa haldi uske cheeks par lagata hai, aankhon mein teasing sparkle.
“Itna emotional mat ho, dulhaniya. Tumhare aansu mujhe jealous kar rahe hain. Haldi main bhi lagata hoon, lekin... pyaar se.”
Reeti hans padi, aankhen ab bhi bhari thi, par usme ab sirf sukoon tha.




Shaam dhal rahi thi. Sangeet ki lights lag chuki thi, terrace pe speakers test ho rahe the, aur andar kitchen se pakode aur masala chai ki khushboo aa rahi thi. Sab log shor-sharabe mein busy the — lekin ghar ke ek kone mein, angan ke neem ke ped ke neeche, Reeti aur Rajat ke pita baithkar ek alag hi rahasya aur maryada se bhari baat kar rahe the.
Reeti simple salwar suit mein thi, baalon mein phool lage the, aankhon mein shaadi ke aage ka sapna... aur thoda sa sankoch.
Rajat ke pita — ab tak shaant aur pyaar se bhare rahe the, lekin aaj unka chehra thoda adhikar bhara tha. Aankhon mein woh gehraai thi, jo sirf ek pita aur guru ke milan se aati hai.
Unhone sidha kaha:
“Kal shaadi hai. Ek janm pura hoga, ek naya janm shuru.”
Reeti ne chup chaap sir jhukaya. Aankhon mein respect, par dil mein kuch aur bhi.
“Main tumse ek baat kehne aaya hoon — jo sirf sasur nahi, iss ghar ka mukhiya hone ke naate keh raha hoon.”
Reeti ne unki taraf dekha. Aankhen ab thodi moist ho gayi thi.
“Ab tum is ghar ki bahu ban rahi ho. Rajat ki patni. Tumne apna jeevan uske saath jod liya hai. Par us rishte ka ek aur pehlu hota hai — vansh.”
Vansh. Yeh shabd Reeti ke dil mein direct ja laga.
“Main chahta hoon ke tum dono ke beech se ek nayi peedhi aaye. Ek pota. Ek naya uttaradhikari. Hamare vansh ka deepak. Samjhi tum?”
Reeti ne aankhen jhuka di. Haath lapet liye. Kuch kehna tha… par zubaan band thi.
“Tum ab Garima nahi ho. Tum meri bahu ho. Ab tumne patni banne ka faisla kiya hai… to us pati ke bachche ko jan dena tumhara dharm hai. Tumhara farz.”
Reeti ne ek gehri saans li. Dil mein toofan tha—main uske bete ki maa thi... ab uske potey ki maa banne wali hoon?
Lekin samay, sanskaar, aur ek naya roop sab kuch keh chuke the.
She slowly nodded.
“Haan, Baba. Main samajh gayi.”
Pita ji ne uska haath pakda, aur pehli baar thoda pyaar se jhukkar uske mathay pe haath rakha.
“Khush reh, beti. Yeh rishte sirf samjhaute se nahi… aashirvad se bante hain. Aur aashirvad tabhi milta hai jab farz nibhaya jaaye.”
Reeti ki aankhon se aansu chhalak gaye. Par unme koi virodh nahi tha.
Sirf ek nayi pehchaan thi—Garima se Reeti tak ka safar, aur ab… maa banne ka naya vachan.




Gaav ka angan shaam tak ek dreamland ban chuka tha. Chhat pe latakti fairy lights, stage ke upar backdrop mein “Rajat weds Reeti” ke fresh flower wale letters, aur floor pe rang birangi chataiyan jahan log baithe taaliyon aur taano ke liye ready the.
Aur phir… Reeti aayi.
Usne pehna tha ek deep maroon lehenga, mirror work blouse, aur sheer dupatta jo uske kandhe se leke kamar tak gracefully latak raha tha. Baal loose curls mein the, jisme chhoti chhoti jasmine flowers lage hue the. Makeup minimal tha — lekin aankhon mein kajal, lips pe soft plum shade, aur gajab ka confidence.
Sasural ka har banda uski taraf dekh raha tha — kisi ke liye dulhan, kisi ke liye chhupi sansani, kisi ke liye bas ek nazar na hatne waali tasveer.
Aur sabse zyada… Rajat.
Woh ek corner mein sherwani pehne khada tha, lekin uski aankhon mein mehmaanon ka dhyaan nahi, sirf Reeti ka obsession tha.
“Yeh ladki… meri hone wali hai,” usne mann mein socha, “aur aaj toh har angle se bijli lag rahi hai.”
Tabhi music chalu hua — tabla, dhol, aur ek remix of “Morni Banke”.
Naina ne stage liya, Rohan ke saath ek super-fun dance kiya — comic, thumkas, aur thoda naach-gaana.
Fir host announce karta hai:
“Aur ab aati hain hamari dulhaniya… Reeti!”
Crowd whistles, claps, dhol intensifies.
Reeti stage pe aayi — ek dum bold, graceful, seductive, jaise uske har step mein story ho. Usne start kiya ek slow beat pe — Lat Lag Gayee — hips sway, eyes flirt, smile playful. Har aankh us par tiki thi.
Rajat literally leaned forward, jaise screen ke kareeb aane ki aadat ho. Har baar uska dupatta udta, woh andar se hil jaata.
Reeti ne ek pal ke liye aankhen Rajat se milayi, wink kiya, aur thoda extra thumka diya — bas uske liye.
Saas, nanand, chachiyan — sab taali bajaa rahi thi.
Lekin Rajat ke liye yeh performance sirf dance nahi tha — yeh ek invite tha.
“Main tumhari hoon… aur yeh mere jism ki rehearsal hai, sirf tumhare liye.”
Dance khatam hone ke baad, sab log stage pe chadh gaye — photo session, cake, aur “Baraati Welcome” wala flash mob.
Reeti stage ke ek kone mein aayi, saans le rahi thi, aur tabhi Rajat aaya peeche se.
“Tu sirf nachti nahi… tu sabka dil le gayi aaj.”
Reeti ne aankh maar ke kaha,
“Bas… kal se tere surname ke saath dance karungi.”
Rajat ne uska haath pakda — halka sa squeeze diya, aur bola:
“Bas ek raat aur, phir main tujhe har pal apne kadam se milane wala hoon.”





Shaadi ke sirf ek din baaki tha. Mandap tayar tha, flowers ki khushboo hawa mein thi, aur mehmaan poore gaav ko roshan kar rahe the. Ghar ke andar sab tayyariyon mein lage the—lekin ek corner mein, ek behti nadi si chup chhupi thi, ek sach jo sirf kuch dilon tak seemit tha.
Naina, Rajat ke pita, aur Reeti ek chhoti si baithak mein baithe the—ek zaroori, dard bhari baat karte hue.
Rajat ke pita (gambheer awaaz mein):
“Reeti, kal tumhari shaadi hai… aur jaise rasmon mein hota hai, dulhan ke ghar ke log hone chahiye. Hum jaante hain tumhara asli sach… jaante hain tumhara apna parivaar nahi hai…”
Unhone ek gehri nazar daali Reeti par—jo sirf samajhne wale dekh sakte the.
Apne hi bete ke saath apni hi nayi zindagi shuru karne ja rahi ho… aur duniya ke liye bas ek nayi kahaani banani pad rahi hai.
Naina (pyaar se):
“Humne kuch log arrange kiye hain jo tumhare parivar ke roop mein aayenge. Maa, chacha, cousins jaise. Sab formalities ke liye. Hum sab samajhte hain kitna alag hai tumhara safar…”
Reeti ne aankhen jhuka li.
Dil ke andar ek tsunami chal rahi thi—
"Main apne hi bete ki dulhan ban rahi hoon... aur duniya ke samne apni asli pehchaan chhupa rahi hoon."
Rohan bhi saamne baitha tha, serious expression ke saath.
“Shaadi ka sabse pavitra pal hota hai kanyadaan ka… aur hum tumhara kanyadaan karenge. Main aur Naina.”
Naina ne uska haath thama:
“Tu sirf dulhan nahi, meri chhoti behen bhi hai, meri beti bhi. Jab tu mandap chalegi, toh sirf ek rasm nahi hogi… ek poora janm naya hoga.”
Reeti ki aankhon se aansu tapak gaye.
Uska dil cheekh raha tha:
“Maine ise janam diya tha… ab main usi ko pati sweekar kar rahi hoon.
Rajat mera beta tha… ab mera pati banne ja raha hai.”
Par uske chehre pe ek narmi thi—ek suikar.
Naye janm ka, naye rishte ka.
Rajat ke pita ne aage badhkar uske sir pe haath rakha, ek ashirvad ke saath kaha:
“Beti, tumhara har kadam ab sirf tumhara nahi, hamare ghar ke vansh ka hai. Tumhara farz hai, aur tumhara haq bhi.”
Reeti ne aankhen band karke sir haan mein jhukaya.
And us raat… ek nayi kahaani likhi ja chuki thi—
Jahan ek maa apni godh se nikal kar apne hi bachpan ke sapne mein dulhan banne ja rahi thi.

Subah ki pehli kiran ke saath hi ghar ka mahaul badal gaya tha. Har taraf ek shaadi ka sukoon bhara excitement tha—phoolon ki khushboo, chhat pe bajta shehnai ka music, aur angan mein rangoli ka rang.
Aur ek kamre mein, sabse khaas tayyari ho rahi thi — Reeti ka bridal transformation.
Reeti ek white silk robe mein dressing table ke samne baithi thi, aankhon mein kajal lag raha tha, lips pe halka sa gulabi tint, aur hair stylist uske baalon mein soft curls aur fresh gajra laga rahi thi. Mirror mein apne reflection ko dekhte hue, uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha.
Aaj woh sirf Rajat ki Reeti nahi thi—
Aaj woh Rajat ki dulhaniya ban rahi thi.
Tabhi Naina kamre mein dhoom machate hue aayi, haath mein ek beautifully wrapped small box ke saath.
Naina (mischievous smile ke saath):
“Special wedding gift, dulhaniya ke liye! Aur yeh sirf tu aur main jaante hain!”
Reeti ne thoda confuse hokar gift khola…
Aur jaise hi box open hua, uska chehra laal ho gaya!
Ek lacey white panty thi, aur uspe golden embroidery mein likha tha:
“Rajat Ki Dulhaniya”
Reeti ka muh khul gaya.
“Didi!! Tum pagal ho kya?”
Woh haste hue apna muh dono haathon se chhupane lagi, pura face blush mein rang gaya.
Naina (laugh ke lootte hue):
“Arey shaadi mein sab safe gifts dete hain, toh thoda tadka zaruri hai! Aur tu soche, jab Rajat yeh dekhega… kya reaction hoga uska!”
Phir usne aankh maarkar add kiya,
“First night ka dress rehearsal hai!”
Reeti thoda narazgi aur zyada sharam ke beech fans gayi thi.
“Main toh pehen hi nahi paungi yeh!”
Naina:
“Dekhte hain shaam tak teri himmat banti hai ya nahi.”
Aur phir dono behne hansi se laut gayi.




Uske baad make-up artist ne final touch diya—
Heavy maroon and gold bridal lehenga pehnaaya gaya, jisme mirror work aur intricate zari design tha.
Neck pe heavy kundan set, haath mein chooda aur kaleere, kamarbandh tight hua…
Aur jab poora look ready hua, toh khud Reeti bhi apni aankhon par yakin nahi kar paayi.
Mirror ke samne woh khadi thi—
ek sundar, sophisticated, aur pure dulhaniya jise dekh kar chand bhi sharma jaaye.
Tabhi peeche se Naina aayi, aur whisper kiya:
“Bas ab tu dulhaniya ready hai… apne Rajat ko deewana karne ke liye.”
Reeti ke lips pe ek soft, nervous smile thi… aur aankhon mein woh sapna, jo ab kuch ghanton mein poora hone ja raha tha.




Dhoop dheere dheere mandap ke phoolon ko chhoo rahi thi.
Angan mein safed aur laal kapdon ka canopy lag chuka tha, chaaron taraf marigold aur mogra ki malaayein latak rahi thi, aur havan kund ke aas-paas pandit apne mantra aur samagri arrange kar rahe the.
Shaadi ka mahaul apni full vibe pe tha — shehnai ki madhur dhun, mehmaanon ka halka chatter, aur sabke chehron pe excitement.
Aur ek kone mein...
Rajat, dulha banne wala ladka — apni sherwani mein tight bandhkar — ek hi saans mein khada tha.
Nervous. Excited. Terrified. Happy. Sab emotions ek saath.
Apni paghdi ko adjust karte karte woh apne aap se bol raha tha:
“Yaar, ab bas kuch hi ghante mein meri shaadi hone wali hai... woh meri hogi... poori tarah...!”
Tabhi peeche se Rajat ke pita aaye—shaant, garv se bhare hue, lekin andar se woh bhi kuch ajeeb se ehsaas mein the.
Unhone Rajat ko ek baar pair se sir tak dekha — aur thoda sa muskuraye.
Phir ek haath uske kandhe pe rakha aur kaha:
"Beta... aaj ke baad tumhari zindagi ka naya adhyay shuru hone ja raha hai."
Rajat thoda blush karte hue haan mein sir hilaaya.
Lekin pita ji rukhe nahi… woh thoda aage jhuke, aur halke se serious tone mein bole:
"Shaadi ke raat... jab tum aur Reeti akele honge... yaad rakhna, dulhan ko samajhna zaroori hai. Darr, sharam sab normal hai. Tumhara pyaar aur patience sab kuch aasan kar dega."
Rajat ka chehra ek second mein deep pink ho gaya.
“Papa! Yeh sab aap seriously mujhe abhi batayenge?”
Woh thoda hansa bhi, thoda sharma gaya.
Pita ji ne haske bola:
“Haan! Aur ek baat aur... sab kuch pyar aur sukoon se karna. Dulhan ko apna banana hai, jeetna nahi.”
Unhone Rajat ko ek warm hug diya—ek ashirvaad, ek guidance, aur ek apne bachpan ke dost jaise tapki.
Rajat, ab zyada blush karta hua, apne papa ke kandhe se laga raha.
Aankhon mein thoda sharm, thoda excitement, aur ek weird si muskurahat.

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Magar pita ji ke mann mein ek aur soch ghoom rahi thi:
"Main apne hi bete ko uski dulhan se raat bitane ke tips de raha hoon...
Aur woh dulhan... kabhi meri apni patni thi... Garima... meri Garima."
Andar hi andar ek ajeeb si halchal thi —
Duniya ke samne woh apna farz nibha rahe the…
Par apne dil ke andar ek raaz daba rahe the.