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

[Joker44]

Rajat ne apni dulhaniya, apni Reeti ko apni baahon mein kheench liya tha. Uske haath uski kamar ke charo taraf the, aur Reeti ka halka sa thartharata hua sharir usse mehsoos ho raha tha.
Rajat ne apni aankhon se uska chehra dekha — woh sharm se laal thi, aankhen neeche jhuki hui, aur uski saans tez chal rahi thi. Uske gale mein jo mangalsutra jhool raha tha, woh har heartbeat ke saath hil raha tha — jaise har dhaad mein uska naam le raha ho.
Dheere se, bohot sambhal kar, Rajat ne apne haathon se uska chehra pakda, aur apna maatha uske maatha se takraya.
Donon ki saansen ek doosre mein ghulne lagi thi.
Aur phir, usne apne hothon ko uske hothon se mila diya — ek halka, halka sa pehla kiss.
Bas ek choona tha, jaise koi pavitra kasam lene jaa raha ho.
Reeti ki aankhen band ho gayi, usne apne haathon se Rajat ke sherwani ka kona kaske pakad liya.
Aur phir Rajat ne dubara, is baar thoda aur gehra, apne hothon ko uske hothon pe rakh diya —
Pehla smooch — slow, deep, full of unspoken pyaar aur saalon ka intezaar.
Reeti ka sharir uski baahon mein pighalne laga. Uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha.
Uski moistened lips ne Rajat ko ek aisi daawat di jo woh kab se sapno mein mehsoos kar raha tha.
Rajat ne kiss ko aur gehra kiya — apni ungliyon se uski kamar ko pakadte hue, uska sharir apne se aur kareeb kheechte hue.
Uski chaal intense thi, passionate thi — jaise woh Reeti ko apni rooh mein basa lena chahta ho.
Par tabhi — jab Rajat ka haath uske nighty ke andar slip karne laga, jab kiss itna intense ho gaya ki dono apni saans tak bhoolne lage —
Reeti ne apna haath Rajat ke seene pe rakhkar use thoda dhakka diya.
Uski aankhon mein sharm, darr aur pyaar ka perfect blend tha.
"Rajat…" usne halki si awaz mein kaha, saans lete hue,
"Thoda ruk jao..."
Rajat ek pal ke liye ruka. Uski aankhon mein pyaar tha, respect tha.
Usne kuch nahi bola. Sirf apna maatha Reeti ke maatha se lagakar, uski aankhon mein utar gaya.
Dono ki saansein tez thi. Hawaa mein ek aisi garmi thi jo bas rishte banaane ko tayyar thi.
Rajat ne apna haath uske baalon mein daala, halka sa stroke kiya, aur bas itna kaha:
"Main hamesha tumhari marzi ka intezaar karunga, Reeti. Hamesha."
Reeti ke hothon pe ek halka sa muskaan tha — ek dulhan ka, jo apni raat ke sapne ko aage khud tai karna chahti thi.





Room mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha, jaise waqt thoda tham gaya ho.
Candles ki roshni mein Reeti ka chehra aur bhi roshan lag raha tha, lekin uski aankhon mein ab ek alag si kasak thi.
Usne halka sa apna dupatta sambhala, ek white robe apne nighty ke upar pehni, aur chhupte chhupte balcony ki taraf dekha.
Bahar ka aasmaan khula hua tha, aur beech mein poora full moon chamak raha tha — jaise saari duniya ka raaz us chand mein chhupa ho.
Reeti kuch pal tak chup rahi. Phir dheere se Rajat ki taraf mud kar usne kaha,
"Rajat…"
Rajat, jo abhi tak use pyaar se, curiosity ke saath dekh raha tha, seedha ho kar baith gaya.
"Kya hua, Reeti?"
Uski awaaz mein pyaar tha, thoda concern bhi.
Reeti ne gehri saans li, aankhen jhuka li.
"Mujhe tumse kuch zaroori baat karni hai… aisi baat jo main kabhi kisi se keh nahi paayi."
Rajat thoda tense ho gaya. Lekin usne kuch nahi bola, sirf aankhon se use samjhaaya ke woh sunne ko tayyar hai.
Reeti ne apne robe ko thoda aur kas ke lapeta, jaise apni vulnerability ko chhupane ki koshish kar rahi ho.
Uski awaaz thodi kaanp rahi thi.
"Main jo dikhti hoon… main bas wahi nahi hoon, Rajat. Main ek raaz leke chal rahi hoon. Tumhare saath is nayi zindagi ki shuruaat karne se pehle, mujhe yeh batana zaroori lagta hai."
Rajat ka chehra serious ho gaya. Uska dil tez dhadakne laga tha, par woh shaant raha, sirf uski aankhon mein ek gahan intzaar tha.
Reeti ne dheere se bolna shuru kiya:
"Tumne mujhe kabhi poora sach nahi pucha, aur main kabhi bata nahi paayi... lekin main... main kabhi ek doosri zindagi jee chuki hoon."
Rajat ki aankhon mein sawalon ka samundar tha, par usne ab bhi kuch nahi bola.
Sirf uske liye apna sabr jamaa kar raha tha.
Reeti ke aankhon se ek aansu tapak gaya, lekin usne apni himmat nahi todi.
"Main woh ladki nahi hoon jo bas is janam mein bani hoon. Mujhe ek vardaan mila tha... ek vardaan ki main phir se jeevit ho sakun… ek nayi zindagi mein. Aur iss naye jeevan mein mujhe tumse milna tha."
Rajat ki saans atki, par usne sirf apni ungliyon ko kas ke joda.
Reeti ne aankhen band ki, aur phir sabse bada raaz chhoda:
"Pichle janam mein... main tumhari maa thi, Rajat. Garima."
Poore kamre mein ek pal ke liye dead silence chh gaya.
Shehnai ki awaaz door se aa rahi thi, lekin yahan... sirf do dilon ka toofan tha.
Reeti ne apni aankhen kholi — poori sachchai, poora dard, poora pyaar leke.
"Main wahi hoon jisne tumhe janam diya tha. Aur jab mujhe ek nayi zindagi mili... main tumse door nahi ja paayi. Jab tum mujhe mile, mujhe kuch samajh nahi aaya... main bas tumse judti chali gayi. Pehle darr lagta tha. Phir samajh mein aaya, main sirf tumhara pyaar chahti hoon. Tumhara saath chahti hoon."
Rajat chup tha.
Sirf baithkar uski aankhon mein dekh raha tha.
Aankhon mein kuch tha — shock bhi, ghoonj bhi, aur ek gehri kasak bhi.
Reeti ka gala ruk gaya, lekin usne apni baat poori ki:
"Main jaanti hoon... yeh sunkar tum mujhe alag nazar se dekhoge. Shayad door chale jaoge. Shayad kabhi pyaar nahi kar paoge. Par main apna sach lekar chalna nahi chahti thi. Mujhe apna jeevan poora tarike se tumhare saath jeena hai… bina jhooth ke."
Uski aankhen bhar aayi thi.
Woh bas wahan khadi thi, apni saari vulnerability ke saath, apne Rajat ke saamne.
Apni poori rooh khol kar.
Aur Rajat…?
Woh bas dekh raha tha…
Chup… gehri soch mein… aur apne dil ke sabse anjaane, sabse gehre raaste par chalte hue.

Rajat chup tha.
Woh bas Reeti ke shabdon ko sun raha tha jaise har lafz uske dil mein seedha chhup raha ho.
Uska chehra safed pad gaya tha, aankhen shock mein thodi badi ho gayi thi.
Usne dheere se, almost whisper karte hue pucha:
"Mujhe sab sach mein batao, Reeti... sab kuch... kaise hua?"
Reeti ne apni aankhen neeche jhuka li, ek gehri saans li jaise puri taakat ikatthi kar rahi ho. Phir dheere dheere, sab kuch kehna shuru kiya.
"Ek saal pehle ki baat hai, Rajat..."
"Main apne gaav ke mandir gayi thi, baba ke saath. Wahan ek sant aaye the… kuch alag the, kuch pavitra. Unhone mujhe dekha aur kaha ki main apna jeevan ek baar phir jee sakti hoon. Unhone mujhe aashirvaad diya... aur main wapas ek solah saal ki ladki ban gayi."
Rajat ab bhi uski aankhon mein dekh raha tha, saans sambhalte hue.
"Uske baad..." Reeti ki awaaz thodi kaanp gayi,
"Tumhare pita ji ne... mujhe Naina ke saath sheher bhej diya. Ki main apni naye jeevan ki shuruaat karun, door raahun purani yaadon se. Main college mein admission le liya, naye naam ke saath—Reeti bankar."
Rajat ka gala sukh gaya tha. Usne kuch bolne ki koshish ki, par awaz nahi nikli.
Reeti ne aankhen band karke kahani aage badhai.
"Phir tum wapas aaye... USA se. Mujhe dekha... aur tumhe mujhse pyaar ho gaya."
Usne thoda thahar kar Rajat ki aankhon mein dekha, aansuon se bhari hui aankhon se.
"Main pehle darte rahi, Rajat. Main har din apne aapko rokti thi, har raat apne dil ko samjhati thi.
Par tumhara pyaar... tumhara saath... main ro nahi paayi. Main bhi gir gayi... tumhaare pyaar mein."
Rajat ab bhi chup tha, uske haath apne lap pe kas kar pakde hue.
"Main dar gayi thi... tum mujhe chhod doge jab sach pata chalega. Tum mujhe nafrat karoge. Isliye chup rahi… isliye tumse kuch nahi kaha."
Uske aansu ab behne lage the.
"Phir jab sab kuch samajh mein aaya... maine aur Naina ne... tumhare papa ko bataya.
Woh bohot gusse mein the... gusse se kaamp rahe the.
Par phir... jab unhone dekha hum dono ki aankhon mein sirf pyaar hai... hum dono ka dard... unhone humein maaf kiya.
Aur unhone humein aashirvaad diya.
Isi liye aaj... hum shaadi ke bandhan mein bandhe hain."
Reeti thak gayi thi.
Uski awaaz tooti si thi.
Woh ab sirf khadi thi — apne sach, apne dar aur apne pyaar ke saath — apne Rajat ke saamne.
Rajat kuch nahi bol raha tha.
Bas dekh raha tha... jaise samajhne ki koshish kar raha ho ki yeh sab kaise mumkin hai.
Uski aankhon mein khud ek aansoon aa gaya tha.
Room mein sirf un dono ke beech ki khamoshi thi — aur ek full moon ki thandi roshni jo unke beech pad rahi thi jaise khud chand bhi shaahid ban gaya ho.

Rajat ka mann us waqt ek toofan se guzra raha tha.
Woh bas chup tha, aankhon mein aansuon ke saath, apne aap se ladta hua.
Uske dil mein ek ke baad ek pal flash ho rahe the — maa ke saath bitaye hue bachpan ke din, uski hasi, uska haath pakadna, uski lullabies... sab kuch.
Aur phir usne socha —
“Maine toh suna tha ki Maa... Garima maa... kumbh ke mele mein kho gayi thi... sabne kaha tha ki woh nahi rahi...
maine toh antim sanskar tak mein bhag liya tha...
yeh sab... kahin koi mazaak toh nahi hai na?"
Uski aankhon mein ek dard tha — nafrat ka nahi, pyaar ka bhi nahi — ek haadsa jaisa, jaise uska pura bachpan wapas uth kar saamne aa gaya ho.
Woh phir se woh chhota Rajat ban gaya tha jo apni maa ko dhoondh raha tha.
"Reeti..." usne kanpati awaaz mein kaha,
"Yeh sab... kaise maan loon main? Kaise bharosa karun ki tu hi... tu hi meri maa Garima hai?"
Reeti ne uski aankhon mein dekha — woh aankhen jo itni baar maa ko dhoond chuki thi.
Uska dil phat raha tha Rajat ka dard dekhkar.
Phir Reeti ne ek gahri saans li, apne robe ko thoda tight kiya, aur seedha uske saamne khadi ho gayi.
Uska chehra shaant tha, aankhon mein aashirvaad jaisa noor.
Usne apni aankhen band ki…
Aur mann mein woh vardaan yaad kiya jo usse diya gaya tha — ki poornima ki raat, agar woh chahe, toh ek raat ke liye apne purane roop mein laut sakti hai.
Usne mann mein ek aakhri baar Rajat ke liye prarthana ki,
“Bhagwan, mujhe apne bete ko sach dikhane do…”
Phir, uski body halki si chamak uthi.
Jaise chaand ki roshni us par concentrate ho gayi ho.
Uska chehra dheere dheere badalne laga —
Jawani ka komal pan gaya,
aur uski jhalak mein woh Garima aa gayi — woh Garima jise Rajat ne bachpan mein dekha tha.
Uske baal ab neatly tied the, aankhon mein wahi maa wala pyaar, woh hi muskaan jisme sansaar chhup jata tha.
Uska roop ab ek 48 saal ki shant, sundar aur pavitra maa ka tha —
Garima.
Rajat ne jaise hi yeh dekha —
Woh ek kadam peeche hata.
Uski aankhon mein bhar aaye aansu neeche tapak gaye.
"Maa..."
Uske muh se bas yahi nikal paaya.
Woh hil gaya tha.
Woh toot gaya tha.
Aur woh wapas bachpan mein chala gaya tha — jab woh maa ke god mein sota tha.
Garima — yaani abhi ke roop mein Reeti — ne apne haath phaila diye,
aur ek maa ki tarah usse bula liya.
Rajat jhuk gaya, poore sharir se kaanpta hua,
aur maa ke pairon ko pakad liya,
bache ki tarah ro pad gaya.
Room mein sirf dono ki saansen thi, dono ke aansu, aur chandni ki roshni jo un par shaanti barsa rahi thi.



Garima — jo ab bhi apne asli roop mein, apni maa ke roop mein khadi thi — Rajat ke kandhon ko pakad kar uski aankhon mein jhaank rahi thi.
Chandni un dono ke chehron par padh rahi thi, aur kamre mein ek sukoon bhari, pavitra khamoshi thi.
Reeti, halka sa muskurate hue, thodi halki awaaz mein boli,
"Rajat... ab jab tumhe sab kuch pata chal gaya hai... main tumse ek sawal poochhna chahti hoon."
Rajat, ab shaant, apne dard ko pee chuka tha, usne halka sa sir jhukaya,
"Poocho, Reeti..."
Reeti thodi der ruki, jaise shabdon ko dhoond rahi ho.
Phir usne seedha aur sacchai bhare swar mein pucha,
"Tum mujhse kya chaahte ho, Rajat? Main kaun hoon tumhaare liye... Garima? Reeti? Dono? Ya kuch aur?"
Rajat thodi der chup raha.
Uske chehre par gehra sankoch tha, aankhon mein ek samundar bhar ka pyaar.
Usne apne haath Reeti ke haathon pe rakhe, apne dil se bolte hue kaha:
"Main tujhe kisi roop mein nahi chahta, Reeti.
Na Garima hokar, na Reeti hokar.
Main tujhe... teri rooh se pyaar karta hoon."
Uska gala halka sa bhar aaya, lekin woh ruka nahi.
"Main tere chehre, teri umar, tere naam se nahi juda hoon.
Main tujhse juda hoon kyunki tu meri saansein hai.
Chahe tu meri maa bani, ya meri dulhan,
Main tujhe tab bhi chahta tha, aur main tujhe hamesha chaahunga."
Reeti ke aankhon se aansu behne lage —
lekin is baar woh dard ke nahi the,
woh sukoon aur pyaar ke the.
Rajat ne apne haathon se uske aansu pochhe,
aur dheere se muskurakar bola,
"Mujhe tumse hi pyaar hai, Reeti.
Tere rooh se, tere hone se.
Aur ab main apni zindagi ka har pal tere saath jeena chahta hoon."
Us pal mein, jaise poori duniya chup ho gayi thi.
Na zamana tha, na samaj tha, na koi dooshit soch thi.
Sirf ek ladka aur ek ladki the — ek dusre ko apne sabse gehre roop mein sweekar karte hue.
Phir Reeti ne apni aankhen band ki, apne labon pe ek halka sa muskaan laayi,
aur mann mein socha,
"Aaj main poori ho gayi... Rajat ke pyaar mein."
Shall I now continue into how Reeti slowly returns to her youthful form again, ready to start their real wedding night — but now with their souls completely bare and bound forever?




Reeti ne halka sa apna dupatta thoda aur kas ke lapeta, uski aankhon mein ab ek sharmaa hua, halka dar bhara tha.
Usne dheere se kaha,
"Rajat… main sirf poornima ki raat ko Garima ban sakti hoon... aur aaj wahi din tha."
Uska gala ruk gaya, par woh apne shabdon mein himmat jamaa kar ke boli:
"Main chahti thi tumhe sach dikhana, isliye maine apna asal roop dikhaya...
Par ab jab sab keh diya... ab main wapas apni Reeti ban jaungi…
aur tum jaise chaaho, main tumhaari patni ban jaungi."
Usne aankhen jhuka li, aur sharm se halka sa muskurayi —
ek dulhan jaisi, apne pati ke hukum ka intezaar karti hui.
Par tab Rajat ne kuch aisa kaha jo Reeti — ya Garima — dono ne socha bhi nahi tha.
Rajat ne aage badhkar, apne dono haathon se Garima ka chehra pakda, uski aankhon mein sidha jhaanka, aur dheere, par adig awaaz mein bola:
"Nahi, Reeti..."
"Aaj mujhe Reeti nahi chahiye..."
"Aaj mujhe Garima chahiye."
Reeti — ya Garima — ek pal ke liye jaise jam gayi.
Uske chehre ka rang safed pad gaya, aankhon mein shock ka ek gehra sa saaya.
"Rajat…" usne almost whisper kiya, saans rok kar,
"Is roop mein… main tumhari maa hoon."
Rajat ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si pyaas thi — par us pyaas ke andar sirf hawas nahi tha — usme pyaar tha, saalon ka adhoora jazba tha, ek bandhan tha jo har naam, har rishta, har maryada se pare tha.
Usne apna matha Garima ke mathay se lagaya, uski saans uske hothon ko chhoo rahi thi.
Aur usne bas itna kaha:
"Main hamesha tumse pyaar karta tha, Maa...
Tumhaari god mein sote hue bhi…
Tumhari khushboo mein...
Tumhari aankhon ke pyaar mein...
Main kabhi alag nahi ho paya."
Garima ka sharir kaanp gaya.
Uske andar ka maa ka ehsaas, patni ka ehsaas, aur ek aurat ka swabhimaan — sab kuch ek saath hil gaya.
Par uski aankhon mein koi nafrat nahi thi.
Sirf ek gehra, dard bhara, sukoon bhara surrender tha.
Rajat ne apni haathon se uska dupatta dheere se khiskaaya, uski aankhon mein aankhon daal ke kaha:
"Main tujhe pura chahta hoon, Maa... Garima… meri Garima."
Garima ke mann mein ek pal ke liye ladaai hui — maa hone ka farz, patni hone ka adhikar, aur aurat hone ka apna pyaar.
Par jab Rajat ne uske kandhe par apne hothon se ek halki si kiss rakhi,
jab usne apni aankhon mein woh bina sharton ka pyaar dekha —
tab uski saari deewarein toot gayi.
Garima ne aankhen band ki, apne dil ki awaz suni —
aur bas ek halka sa sir jhukaaya, jaise keh rahi ho:
"Main tumhari hoon, Rajat... jaisi tum chaho, jis roop mein chaho."
Room mein ab sirf chand ki roshni thi, aur ek aise pyaar ka astitva jo duniya ke saare bandhanon ko tod chuka tha.
Rajat apni maa — apni patni — apni sabse gehri chah ko
aaj pehli baar
pura karne ja raha tha.




Rajat ne apne haathon se Garima ka robe dheere se khiskaaya, jaise kisi pavitra moorti ka parda hata raha ho.
Robe bed pe halka sa gir gaya, aur ab Garima sirf apni soft satin nighty mein uske samne khadi thi.
Nighty ka kapda itna halka tha ki woh uske sharir ke har curve ko ubhar raha tha.
Uski kamar ka naram jhukav, uske hips ka soft spread, aur sabse zyada — uski chaati jahan nighty ka v-neck thoda sa khisak gaya tha —
wahan se cleavage ki gehri lakeer dikhti thi.
Aur uss hile hue kapde ke beech se ek chhota sa chamakta hua mangalsutra — uski dhadakti saanson ke saath hile ja raha tha.
Woh mangalsutra, jo ab is naye rishta ka sabse gehra pramaan tha —
jisme ek maa, ek patni aur ek nayi dulhan ka sangam tha.
Garima apni jagah pe ekdum shaant thi, lekin uska sharir thoda thoda kaanp raha tha.
Uski aankhon mein sharam thi, kasak thi... aur ek gehra struggle.
Rajat ka nazar uski body ke har kone par ja rahi thi.
Uske aankhon mein ek hunger tha, ek thirst thi jo saalon se chhupi thi —
aur ab khud uske apne control ke bahar ja rahi thi.
Uska lund dheere dheere apni poori sakhti se ubhar aaya tha, sherwani ke neeche clearly tight ho raha tha.
Woh apni saans rok ke Garima ko dekh raha tha, jaise har inch, har curve ko aankhon se chakh lena chahta ho.
Garima ki aankhen ek pal ke liye neeche giri, aur woh dekh gayi —
uska beta, ab uska pati, apni poori ichchha ke saath uske liye tayyar tha.
Uska mann ek hi pal mein toofan ban gaya.
“Yeh galat hai… main uski maa thi… maine use janam diya tha…”
“Par woh mujhe apni patni sweekar kar chuka hai… usne meri rooh se pyaar kiya hai, mere naam se nahi…”
Garima ke mann mein ek doosri awaaz ghoonji:
“Woh mujhe Reeti ke roop mein bhi chaahta tha… aur ab Garima ke roop mein bhi…
Usne mujhe meri poori sachchai ke saath sweekar kiya hai…
Woh meri izzat kar raha hai, meri atma ka prem kar raha hai…”
Uski aankhon se ek aansu nikal kar gaal pe gira —
par is baar koi guilt nahi tha.
Sirf ek gehra pyaar tha.
Aur ek gehri suikarata thi.
Woh apne aap ko rok nahi paayi.
Woh nahi keh paayi "Nahi."
Kyuki ab uske aur Rajat ke beech sirf rishte nahi rahe the —
ab dono ki roohen ek doosre mein ghul chuki thi.
Garima ne aankhen band ki,
apne hothon pe ek halka sa smile laayi —
aur ek baar phir apna dupatta neeche gira diya, jaise apne aap ko puri tarah Rajat ke hawale kar diya ho.
Aur Rajat...?
Uski aankhon mein ek deewanapan tha — ek jazba jo sirf ek shabd keh raha tha:
"Meri Garima."