Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

Us shaam, Dadee ne apne bag pack kiye aur Dada ke saath chali gayi, jo apni purani car mein unhe do mahine ke honeymoon ke liye lene aaye the. Aangan khali laga jab unki car dhool bhari gali mein gayab ho gayi, sirf mujhe aur Mummy ko Dadee ke ghar mein chhod kar.

Gaon shant tha, sirf jhinguron ki awaaz aur lanterns ki halki roshni thi. Mummy apne kamre mein thi, unki peeli saree abhi bhi unke gol-mol sharir ko kaske pakde hui thi, unke bade stan aur bhaari gaand saree ke through bahut ujaagar the.

Main verandah par baitha, abhi bhi soch raha tha ki kal raat Mukesh ke ghar se wapas aane ke baad Mummy kitni ajeeb lag rahi thi, unka chehra door-door sa jaise woh seedha nahi soch rahi thi. Yeh mujhe pareshan kar raha tha, lekin mujhe nahi pata tha kyun.

Mummy bahar aayi, apni saree theek karte hue. “Raaj, hum Mukesh ji ke ghar ja rahe hain,” unhone kaha, unki awaaz dheemi lekin sthir. “Maine wada kiya tha ki unki kuch kaam mein madad karungi. Mere saath chal, theek hai?”

“Theek hai, Mummy,” maine kaha, apni khilone wali car uthate hue. “Yeh zyada waqt lega? Main baad mein khelna chahta hoon.”
“Zyada waqt nahi lega, Raaj,” unhone kaha. “Hum jaldi wapas aa jayenge. Bas mere paas rehna.”

Maine unhe tayar hote dekha, aur yeh ajeeb laga. Mummy laal lipstick laga rahi thi, jo woh sirf bade events jaise shadi ya tyohaar ke liye karti thi. Woh chhote sheeshe ke saamne khadi thi, apni saree ko kamar ke paas kasti hui, yeh dhyan dete hue ki yeh unki gol-mol gaand ko kaske pakde, kapda uske gol shape par chipka hua.

Unhone apna blouse thoda neeche kheencha taki unki cleavage zyada dikhe, unke bade stan kapde ke khilaaf dab rahe the. Unhone apne baal bhi dhyan se saware, unhe kandhon par girne diya, aur gale par thodi si itr lagayi.

Mujhe laga ki woh yeh sab Mukesh ke ghar kaam ke liye kyun kar rahi hai. Woh kabhi chhote kaam ke liye makeup ya apni sabse achhi saree nahi pehenti thi. Aisa laga jaise woh dhyan chahti thi, lekin mujhe samajh nahi aaya kyun.

“Mummy, aap lipstick aur achhi saree kyun pehen rahi hain?” maine poocha. “Kya hum kisi event mein ja rahe hain? Aap yeh sirf parties ke liye karti hain.”
Mummy muskurayi, lekin yeh asli nahi laga, jaise woh kuch chhupa rahi thi.

“Nahi, Raaj, koi event nahi hai,” unhone kaha. “Bas aaj dil kiya achha dikhne ka. Kuch khaas nahi, chinta mat kar.” Unki awaaz jaldi thi, jaise woh nahi chahti thi ki main aur poochhoon kyunki main baccha hoon aur woh nahi chahti thi ki mujhe kuch pata chale.

Maine sar hilaya, lekin yeh ajeeb laga. Hum gaon ki galiyon se Mukesh ke ghar ki taraf chale, shaam ka mausam thanda aur dhool bhara tha. Mummy ki saree swish-swish karti thi jab woh chalti thi, unki bhaari gaand hilti hui, kapda uske gol shape ko dikhata tha.

Woh nervous lag rahi thi, unke haath saree ke kinaare se khel rahe the, unki aankhein idhar-udhar dekhti hui jaise woh asahaj thi. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki woh aisi kyun thi. Woh aisi asahaj kabhi nahi hoti thi.

“Mummy, kya hum Mukesh ji ke ghar mein soyenge?” maine poocha.
Woh thodi ruki, unke kadam dheeme hue. “Shayad, Raaj,” unhone dheeme se kaha. “Yeh kaam kitna waqt lega, us par nirbhar hai. Dekhte hain, theek hai?”

Maine bhaunhe chadhayi. Mummy ka kisi doosre aadmi ke ghar sona normal nahi tha. Woh aisa kabhi nahi karti thi, khaas kar jab Papa door the. Woh hamesha sambhal kar rehti thi, kehti thi ki doosre mardon ke saath zyada kareeb hona theek nahi. Unka “shayad” kehna mere pet mein ajeeb sa laga, jaise kuch galat hai. Mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki woh aisa kyun bhi soch rahi thi.

Hum Mukesh ke ghar pahunche, aur main hairaan tha ki yeh kitna sundar aur bada tha. Isme ek ooncha gate tha, genda ke phoolon wala ek saaf baagh, aur nakqashi wale khambhon wala bada verandah.

Deewaarein safed rangi hui thi, aur ghar Dadee ke ghar se kahi zyada shandaar laga. Mummy ne darwaza khatkhataya, aur Mukesh ne darwaza khola, sirf ek towel kamar par lapete hue.

Uska balon wala seena dikhai de raha tha, aur uska sharir bada aur majboot tha, chaudi kandhe aur moti baahon ke saath. Mummy ki aankhein hairani se badi ho gayi, aur woh jaldi se neeche dekhi, unke gaal laal ho gaye.

“Namaste, Mukesh ji,” Mummy ne kaha, unki awaaz kamp rahi thi. “Main kaam mein madad karne aayi hoon. Maaf kijiye agar hum jaldi aa gaye.”
“Namaste, Mukesh ji!” maine kaha. “Aapka ghar kitna bada hai!”

Mukesh muskuraya, uski nazar Mummy par. “Namaste, Raani aur mere chhote Raaj! Meri pyari Raani, maafi ki koi zarurat nahi, tum bilkul time par ho. Andar aao, main bas nahaane ja raha tha.” Uski awaaz gehri thi, aur woh side hua.

Mummy ka chehra abhi bhi laal tha, aur woh bol padi, “Oh, hum baad mein aa sakte hain, Mukesh ji. Mujhe nahi pata tha aap… tayar nahi hain. Hum aapko disturb nahi karna chahte.”

“Nahi, nahi, koi baat nahi,” Mukesh ne kaha, uska lehja mulayam. “Main bas bathroom ja raha tha. Tum yahan ho, toh please andar aao.” Usne haath badhaya aur dheeme se Mummy ka haath pakda, uski ungliyan wahan ruki.

Mummy ruk gayi, phir usne use ek aisi nazar di jaise koi film mein hoti hai, unki aankhein ek pal ke liye naram aur romantic, jaise woh khud ko rok na saki. Mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki woh use aise kyun dekhi.

Woh aage badhi, lekin darwaza chhota tha, aur jab woh andar gayi, unke bade stan uske kandhon se chhoo gaye. “Maaf kijiye,” unhone jaldi se kaha, unki awaaz dheemi, unke gaal phir se laal ho gaye.

Mukesh ki nazar unhe dekhti rahi, unki bhaari gaand par ghoorti hui jab woh andar chali, saree uske poore shape par chipki hui. “Raani, tum aaj bahut sundar lag rahi ho,” usne kaha, uski awaaz garam. “Yeh saree tum par bilkul perfect hai. Bahut kam auratein tum jaisi shandaar dikhti hain.”

Mummy sharma ke neeche dekhi, unki ungliyan saree ke kinaare se khel rahi thi. “Shukriya, Mukesh ji, lekin main itni khaas nahi hoon,” unhone kaha. “Zyada mard mujhe aisi baatein nahi kehte. Waise, aapka ghar sach mein bahut sundar hai.”

Mukesh muskura diya, uski nazar abhi bhi un par. “Shukriya, Raani, lekin bade ghar ka kya fayda jab tum jaisi sundar patni nahi hai? Kabhi-kabhi yeh khali lagta hai. Main kismat wala hoon ki tum yahan meri madad karne aayi.”

Mummy ke gaal aur laal ho gaye, aur unhone jaldi se baat badli. “Toh, Mukesh ji, aapko kis cheez mein madad chahiye?” unhone poocha. “Main jab aap kahoge tab shuru kar sakti hoon. Bas bataye kya karna hai.”

“Oh, bas kitchen mein thodi safai aur vyavastha,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski nazar un par jami hui. “Shayad shelves mein thodi madad, woh bahut avyavasthit hain. Tum jaldi kar dogi, mujhe yakeen hai.” Woh ghoorta raha, uski nazar bhookhi, unke stanon se unki gol-mol gaand tak jati hui.

“Raaj, mere ghar mein swagat hai!” Mukesh ne mujhse kaha. “Tum yahan maza karoge, main wada karta hoon. Mujhe pata hai tumhe vanilla pasand hai, toh fridge mein hai—jao le lo!”

“Sach mein? Shukriya, Mukesh ji!” maine kaha, utsaahit. “Kya main ghar dekh sakta hoon? Aapka ghar kitna cool hai!”
“Bilkul, Raaj, jitna chahe ghoom lo,” usne kaha. “Dekhne ke liye bahut kuch hai. Apne aap ko ghar samjho.”

Mukesh nahaane ke liye bathroom chala gaya, aur Mummy ne kitchen mein kaam shuru kiya, shelves ko vyavasthit karte hue. Main fridge tak dauda, ek vanilla ice cream li, aur ghar mein ghoomne laga, apni khilone wali car haath mein.

Ghar bada tha, polished farsh aur rang-birange parde the. Main ice cream kha raha tha, living room se guzra, phir ek hallway mili jo ek bedroom tak jati thi. Mujhe pata tha yeh uska bedroom tha. Jigyasa mein, maine darwaza khola.

Bedroom mein ajeeb si badboo thi, jaise kuch khatta aur musky, lagbhag jaise veerya. Yeh ganda laga, baaki saaf ghar ke mukable. Bed avyavasthit tha, chaddar silvaton mein, aur maine us par ek safed cheez dekhi jo veerya jaisi lagi, chipchipi aur gandi.

Mera pet ghin se bhar gaya. Desk par, maine nangi auraton ki tasveerein dekhi, kuch magazine se faadi hui, aur porn magazines ka ek dher jinke cover bold the.
Kamra ganda laga, jaise yeh raaz chhupata ho. Maine idhar-udhar dekha, aur gandi cheezein mili: silvaton wale tissue jisme wahi safed cheez thi, ek lotion ki bottle, aur ek pillow ke neeche chhupi ek aurat ki underwear jo Mummy ki nahi thi.

Isse mujhe laga ki Mukesh ek pervert hai, jo akela mein ajeeb kaam karta hai. Uska kamra aisa kyun tha? Yeh theek nahi tha.
Main wahan lagbhag bees minute raha, meri ice cream haath mein pighal rahi thi, har nayi khoj ke saath aur asahaj hota gaya. Badboo, tasveerein, veerya jaisi daag—sab mujhe wahan se bhagane ke liye kaafi tha.

Maine faisla kiya ki Mummy ko dhoondhoon aur kahoo ki humein jana chahiye. Main aise gande aadmi ke ghar nahi rehna chahta tha, aur bilkul nahi chahta tha ki Mummy yahan soye, jaise unhone pehle “shayad” kaha tha.

Yeh unke liye normal nahi tha, aur mujhe darr laga.
Main bahar nikla, Mummy ko dhoondhne laga, ghar ka har kona dekha. Main living room, kitchen, verandah, aur baagh se guzra, lekin woh wahan nahi thi.

Mera dil tezi se dhadakne laga. Woh kahan thi? Maine pukara, “Mummy? Mummy, aap kahan ho?” lekin koi jawab nahi aaya. Main ghar ke peeche ki taraf dauda, bathroom ke paas, aur ruk gaya, jo dekha usse hairaan aur main hairaan tha!