Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

Us shaam, gaon Holi ki taiyariyon mein vyast tha. Log aangan mein rang aur pichkari tayar kar rahe the. Mummy ne Dadi ki kitchen mein madad ki, unki saree unke bade stan aur gaand ko kaske pakde hui thi. Mukesh ek mithai ki tokri lekar ghar aaya. 

Dadi ne use “Mukesh bhai” kaha aur swagat kiya, toh woh koi jaan-pehchaan wala tha. Lekin uski nazar Mummy par thi, khaas kar unki badi gaand par, jab woh idhar-udhar chalti thi.

Panty ki line saree ke through saaf dikh rahi thi, aur woh baar-baar ghoor raha tha. Main kone mein khada apni khilone wali car pakde dekh raha tha. “Raani, tum is saree mein bahut achhi lag rahi ho,” Mukesh ne muskurakar kaha. 

Mummy sharma gayi aur boli, “Shukriya, Mukesh ji,” phir woh kitchen mein chali gayi. Uski nazar unki gaand par lagi rahi jab woh chal kar gayi, aur main soch raha tha ki woh itna kyun ghoor raha hai. Kya woh sach mein unhe jaanta tha, ya kuch aur baat thi?

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Us raat, Mukesh apne ghar wapas chala gaya, jo gaon mein kuch kilometer door tha. Jhingur bol rahe the, aur Dadi ke verandah par lanterns dheemi roshni de rahe the jahaan main baitha tha. Mummy aur Dadi kitchen mein bartan dho rahe the, unki awaaz khuli khidki se aa rahi thi.

Mummy ki neeli saree unke gol-mol sharir ko kaske pakdi hui thi, unke bade stan blouse ke khilaaf dab rahe the, aur unki bhaari gaand har kadam par hil rahi thi. Panty ki line saaf dikh rahi thi, jo unki gaand ke poore, gol shape ko aur ujaagar kar rahi thi jab woh chalti thi.


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“Ma, yeh Mukesh kaun hai?” Mummy ne Dadi se poocha, ek plate saaf karte hue, unki awaaz mein jaan-ne ki ichha thi.

Dadi hans padi. “Mukesh purana parivaar ka dost hai, Raani. Woh paas hi rehta hai aur gaon ke tyohaar jaise Holi mein hamesha madad karta hai. Woh ek accha aadmi hai, bas aajkal thoda akela hai.”

“Kya woh shadi-shuda hai?” Mummy ne dheeme se poocha, jaise mujhe sunna nahi chahti thi.
“Tha, lekin ab nahi,” Dadi ne kaha. “Kuch saal pehle uski talaq ho gayi, aur uske bacche apni maa ke saath doosre sheher mein rehte hain. Woh ab akela hai, bechara.”

“Oh, mujhe nahi pata tha,” Mummy ne kaha. “Bas jaan-na chahti thi. Woh kaafi accha lagta hai, shayad.”
Mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki Mummy ko Mukesh ki shadi ke baare mein kyun parwah thi. Kya woh bas shishtachar dikhati thi? Main kal ke Holi ke liye itna utsaahit tha ki zyada socha nahi, aur apni car se khelta raha, rang aur pani ke gubbare sochta hua.

Agli subah, gaon Holi ki taiyariyon se gungunane laga. Dadi ke aangan mein bachche pani ke gubbare bhar rahe the aur bade log baltiyon mein rang mila rahe the. Main bistar se kood pada, khelne ke liye utsaahit.

Mummy uth chuki thi, unhone Dadi ke di hui ek safed saree pehni thi Holi ke liye. Yeh saree unke sharir par chipki hui thi, unke bade stan blouse ke khilaaf dab rahe the aur unki poori, gol-mol gaand har kadam par hil rahi thi. Panty ki line unki gaand ke gol shape ko dikhati thi, jo use aur ujaagar kar rahi thi aur paas ke logon ki nazar kheench rahi thi.


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Mujhe nahi pata tha ki Mummy aise kyun kapde pehen rahi thi, unke sharir ke mahatvapurna hisse itne dikhai de rahe the.
“Raaj, yeh rang aangan mein le jao!” Mummy ne bulaya, mujhe laal aur neele rang ka tray dete hue. “Dhyan se, girana nahi, theek hai? Aaj hum bahut maza karenge!” Unke stan hil rahe the jab woh jhuki, unki bhaari gaand hili, panty ki line unki gaand ke gathav ko aur dikhati thi.

Maine tray pakda aur bahar daud gaya, utsaahit. Aangan mein Dadi chillakar nirdesh de rahi thi, unke haath gulaabi rang se range hue the. Mummy ne taiyari mein madad ki, unki saree pani ke chhinte se geeli ho gayi, jo unke gol-mol sharir par chipak gayi.

Unke bade stan hil rahe the, aur unki bhaari gaand har kadam par uchhal rahi thi, underwear ki outline uske poore shape ko aur dikhati thi. Main rang fenkne mein itna vyast tha ki zyada dhyan nahi diya, lekin maine dekha ki log unhe ghoor rahe the.


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Dopahar tak, Holi poore josh mein thi. Rang—laal, neela, hara, peela—har jagah ud rahe the, chehron aur kapdon par lagaaye ja rahe the. Main doosre bacchon ke saath daudta raha, pani ke gubbare phenkta aur ek doosre par rang malta.

Mummy has rahi thi, unki saree ab indradhanush jaisi ho gayi thi, geeli aur unke bade stan aur gol-mol gaand par chipki hui. Unke stan hil rahe the jab woh Dadi aur doosri auraton ke saath nachi, unki bhaari gaand uchhalti hui, kasa hua kapda uske gol gathav ko dikhata tha.
Maine Mukesh ko ek ped ke paas khada dekha, woh dekh raha tha.

Mukesh bhi tyohaar mana raha tha, rangon se dhaka hua, lekin uski nazar Mummy par hi thi. Woh zyada rang nahi phenk raha tha ya nach raha tha; bas ghoor raha tha.

Mummy ne dhyan nahi diya, woh hasne aur hilne mein vyast thi. Unke bade stan hil rahe the, aur unki ujaagar gaand jab woh nachi toh aur bhi dikhai di, saree uske shape ko aur dikhati thi. Mukesh ki nazar teevra thi, jaise woh bhukha ho, uski aankhein unki uchhalti gaand par jami hui thi. Woh utsaahit, shayad bechain, lag raha tha unhe dekhte hue.

Mujhe peshab karna tha, toh main paas ke jhadi ke paas daud gaya. Maine jaldi se kaam kiya aur wapas aaya. Jo maine dekha, woh mujhe uljhan mein daal gaya.
Mummy Mukesh ke saath aangan mein nach rahi thi, dhol ki taal par hilte hue. Mummy kabhi bhi mardon ko chhoone nahi deti thi, naach ke liye bhi nahi, kyunki Papa door the.

Woh hamesha kehti thi ki yeh theek nahi hai. Lekin ab Mukesh ke haath unki gol-mol gaand par the, uske bhaari gathav ko pakde hue jab woh nach rahe the. Kabhi-kabhi, uske haath neeche sarak jaate, unke chut ke area ke paas chhoote hue.

Mummy ka chehra asahaj lag raha tha, unki muskurahat gayab ho rahi thi, lekin woh nachte rahi, shayad kyunki Holi thi.
Mujhe zyada bura nahi laga—sab log kareeb se nach rahe the, aur yeh tyohaar tha.

Lekin uske haath unki bhaari gaand par, use dabate hue, mujhe ajeeb laga. Woh use kyun chhoone de rahi thi? Naach chalta raha, rang udte rahe. Mummy ki saree geeli thi, unke bade stan aur gol gaand ko aur dikhati hui, kapda uske poore shape par chipka hua tha.

Mukesh baar-baar dekhta raha, uske haath kabhi-kabhi naachte waqt unhe chhoo rahe the. Main aur rang phenkta raha, lekin unhe dekhta raha, uljhan mein.

Us raat, Dadi ke ghar mein laddoo aur curry ki khushboo thi. Mummy ne ek laal saree badli, abhi bhi kasi hui, unke bade stan aur poori gaand ubhar kar dikhai de rahi thi.

Underwear ki outline unki gaand ke gol shape ko dikhati thi jab woh chalti thi, thodi si uchhal ke saath. Main verandah par baitha laddoo kha raha tha jab Dadi ne Mummy ko bulaya.

“Raani, tum aaj raat ka khana bana rahi ho, na?” Dadi ne poocha, apni saree par haath saaf karte hue. “Sabke liye kuch swadisht banana. Aur Mukesh ke liye bhi extra banana mat bhoolna.”

“Haan, Ma, main daal aur roti bana rahi hoon,” Mummy ne kaha. “Sabke liye kaafi banaungi. Mukesh ko shayad pasand aayega, mujhe lagta hai.” Unki muskurahat thodi banavati lag rahi thi.

“Achha, Mukesh ke liye extra banana,” Dadi ne kaha. “Woh akela hai, uske liye koi khana nahi banata. Tum uski madad kar rahi ho, Raani, yeh acchi baat hai.”
“Theek hai, Ma, main karungi,” Mummy ne kaha. “Koi pareshani nahi. Main dhyan rakhungi ki uske liye kaafi khana ho.” Unhone sar hilaaya aur kitchen mein chali gayi.

Dadi ne Mukesh ko phone kiya. “Mukesh bhai, aaj raat khane ke liye aao,” unhone kaha. “Raani kuch bahut accha bana rahi hai. Tumhe pasand aayega, mujhe yakeen hai.”

Maine Mukesh ki awaaz phone par suni, woh shant tha. “Behen, pareshan hone ki zarurat nahi,” usne kaha. “Bas Raani ko khana lekar mere ghar bhej do. Yeh door nahi hai, aur main uske laane ki qadar karunga.”

Dadi hans padi. “Theek hai, Mukesh bhai, main usse bataungi,” unhone kaha. “Woh khana banane ke baad le aayegi. Tum apna khyal rakho.”
Mujhe nahi pata tha ki Mukesh kyun chahta tha ki Mummy khana laye. Woh yahan kyun nahi aaya? Woh saara din Holi mein tha.

Mummy ne daal aur roti ek steel ke dabbe mein band kiya, unki laal saree unke bade stan aur gol-mol gaand ko kaske pakdi hui thi, kapda uske poore shape ko dikhata tha. “Raaj, main jaldi wapas aaungi,” unhone kaha, apni saree theek karte hue. “Dadi ke paas rehna. Idhar-udhar mat bhatakna, theek hai?” Unki gaand hili jab woh bahar nikli.


Maine sar hilaaya, lekin mujhe asahaj laga. Mukesh ko unhe apne ghar kyun bulana tha? Gaon andhera tha, sirf lanterns ki roshni thi. Mummy Mukesh ke ghar chali gayi, unki bhaari gaand hilti hui, saree uske gathav ko aur dikhati thi. Main verandah par baitha apni car ghumata raha, lekin Mukesh ke baare mein sochta raha.

Woh Mummy ki gaand ko kyun ghoorta tha? Naach ke dauraan usne unki gaand kyun chhui? Mujhe Mummy par bharosa tha, lekin yeh ajeeb laga.
Jab Mummy Mukesh ke ghar se wapas aayi, woh normal nahi lag rahi thi. Woh khush chehre ke saath gayi thi, unki laal saree unke bade stan aur gol-mol gaand ko kaske pakde hui thi, underwear ki outline uske poore shape ko dikhati thi.

Lekin ab unki saree silvaton se bhari thi, aur unki aankhein door-door si lag rahi thi, jaise woh seedha nahi soch rahi thi. Main soch raha tha ki woh aisi kyun lag rahi thi, verandah par apni car ke saath baitha, Mukesh ke ghar mein kya hua, yeh sochkar uljhan mein.