Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

Main jaldi se ghar ke peeche ki taraf dauda, shower ki awaaz ke peeche, meri chappal polished farsh par thap-thap kar rahi thi. Hallway andhera tha, sirf ek lantern deewar par jhilmila raha tha. 

Tab maine unhe dekha—Mummy bathroom ke darwaze par khadi thi, unka sharir sthir, jaise woh andar jo ho raha hai use sun rahi thi.

Main ruk gaya, unke peeche kuch kadam door, hallway ki parchhai mein chhupa. Woh Mukesh ke nahaane ki awaaz kyun sun rahi thi? 

Unki peeli saree unke gol-mol sharir par chipki hui thi, unke bade stan blouse ke khilaaf dab rahe the aur unki bhaari gaand ubhar kar dikhai de rahi thi, underwear ki outline unki gaand ke poore, gol shape ko dikhati thi.

Woh aage jhuki, apna kaan lakdi ke darwaze par lagaya, unka chehra teevra, jaise woh kisi raaz mein phansi hui thi. Unke baal ek kandhe par gire hue the, aur unki ungliyan saree ke kinaare ko kaske pakdi hui thi. Mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki woh kya kar rahi thi. 

Mummy kabhi chupke se aisa nahi karti thi, kabhi nahi.
Main dheere se aage badha, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, dhyan rakhte hue ki farsh na chhike. Shower ka pani sthir roop se chhalk raha tha, lekin ek aur awaaz aayi aur woh thi Mukesh ka karahna, dheemi aur karkash, jaise woh dard mein ho ya kuch aur jo main samajh nahi saka.

Maine khud se poocha ki Mummy uske karahne ko kyun sun rahi thi. Kya woh zakhmi tha? Woh darwaza kyun nahi khatkhatati ya use kyun nahi bula rahi thi? Main aur paas gaya, lagbhag darwaze tak, abhi bhi Mummy ke peeche, jo nahi jaanti thi ki main wahan hoon.

Karahna aur teez ho gaya, aur maine Mukesh ki awaaz suni, darwaze ke through dheemi lekin saaf, uska naam pukarta hua, “Raani… Raani…” Main soch raha tha ki woh uska jawab kyun nahi de rahi.
Kya woh darr gayi thi? Tab mujhe samajh aaya—woh usse baat nahi kar raha tha; woh khud se baat kar raha tha, bathroom mein akela.

Mukesh (khud se): “Raani, oh, main tujhe itna bura chahna chahta hoon. Tere stan, woh itne perfect hain, itne bade aur gol. Main unhe chhoone, apne haathon mein mehsus karne ke baare mein sochna band nahi kar sakta.”

Mujhe yeh gande shabd ka asli matlab nahi pata tha, lekin woh galat, gande lage, jaise bade logon ko aisa nahi kehna chahiye. Maine Mummy ki taraf dekha, aur unki aankhein badi ho gayi, unka right haath unke muh par gaya jaise woh hairaan thi.

Lekin phir, unke hoth thodi si muskurahat mein badle, sirf ek pal ke liye, phir unka chehra wapas hairani mein badal gaya. Mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki yeh kya ho raha tha ya woh kyun muskurayi.

Kya woh yeh sun kar khush thi? Kya woh darr rahi thi? Woh wahan kyun khadi thi, sun rahi thi? Mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, mera seena uljhan se kasa hua. Mukesh ki awaaz chalu rahi, dheemi aur teevra.

Mukesh (khud se): “Main plan banane wala hoon, Raani, main ek din teri chut chahunga. Main tujhe tere pati, Aarav, se door le jaunga. Woh teri jaisi aurat ke layak nahi, jaise main hoon.”

Mummy ki aankhein aur badi ho gayi, unka haath abhi bhi muh par tha, unki saans throat mein atak gayi. Woh hairaan lag rahi thi, unka sharir akad gaya, lekin woh dheemi si muskurahat phir se chamki, jaise woh khud ko rok na saki.

Mujhe nahi pata tha ki woh aise kyun react kar rahi thi, ek pal muskurati aur doosre pal hairaan. Mukesh ke shabd kharab the, jaise woh Papa ko chot pahunchana chahta tha ya Mummy ko le jana chahta tha.

Isse mera pet ghum gaya, aur main unka baazu pakad kar unhe darwaze se door khinchne chahta tha. Shower ka pani chalta raha, lekin ek aur awaaz aayi, ek gandi awaaz, jaise koi tezi se kuch geela ragad raha ho ya koi muth maar raha ho.

Yeh pani se bhi zyada teez thi, ek rhythmic, chipchipi awaaz, jaise koi mard apna lund ragad raha ho muth maarte waqt. Mummy ka chehra badal gaya—woh samajh gayi thi kya ho raha hai, unki aankhein thodi si chhoti ho gayi, lekin woh hili nahi, unka kaan abhi bhi darwaze par laga tha.

Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki Mummy aise chupke se kisi doosre aadmi ke nahaane ki awaaz sunengi jab woh uska naam le raha ho. Kya unme kuch galat tha? Ya main kuch samajh nahi raha tha?

Mukesh (khud se): “Raani, mujhe teri badi moti gaand pasand hai. Maine Holi ke dauraan teri saree ke upar uski narmi mehsus ki, itni garam aur poori. Main teri gaand ki boo soonghna chahta hoon, bas iske baare mein sochne se main pagal ho raha hoon.”

Mujhe pata tha uska “gaand” se kya matlab tha, aur isse mujhe bimar sa laga, mera dil itni tezi se dhadak raha tha ki laga woh phat jayega. Kya woh sach mein meri Mummy ki gaand ke baare mein baat kar raha tha?

Uski baatein itni saaf, itni gandi thi, unki badi gaand ki taareef karte hue jaise woh uska malik ban jana chahta ho. 

Maine Mummy ki taraf dekha, aur woh hasne ki koshish kar rahi thi, unke hoth hil rahe the jab woh apna kaan darwaze se aur kareeb lagayi, unka chehra hairani aur mazaak ka mishran. Woh aise kyun muskurayi? Iska koi matlab nahi tha.

Mukesh muth maar raha tha jab woh yeh sab shabd khud se keh raha tha jab usse pata tha ki meri Mummy uske ghar mein hai. 

Mujhe pata tha woh jaan-bujhkar aisa kar raha tha taki Mummy use sun sake.

Mukesh (khud se): “Raani, main jaanta hoon teri gaand ki boo achhi hai, main usme apna lund daal dena chahta hoon. Main use pakadna chahta hoon, use chauda karna chahta hoon, aur use zor se chahna chahta hoon. Main usse apna banaunga, Raani, teri gaand ke saath aise kaam karunga jo tu sapne mein bhi nahi soch sakti.”

Jab Mummy ne suna ki Mukesh unki gaand chahne wala hai, unhone peeche haath badhaya aur apni gaand ko chhua, unki ungliyan saree par jahan yeh uske gol-mol shape par chipki thi, wahan se guzri.
Mujhe nahi pata tha ki woh aisa kyun kar rahi thi—kya woh nervous thi? 

Darti thi? Sharminda thi? Unka haath ek pal ke liye ruka, phir saree ke upar unke chut ke area par gaya, dheeme se dabaya jab woh sunti rahi, unka kaan abhi bhi darwaze par.

Main abhi bhi unke peeche tha, aur unhe nahi pata tha ki main wahan hoon, unki har harkat dekh raha tha. Mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki yeh kya ho raha tha. 

Woh apne aap ko aise kyun chhoo rahi thi? Woh ek saath muskurayi aur hairaan kyun thi? Mera dimaag chakkar kha raha tha, aur mujhe darr laga, Mukesh ke gande shabdon aur Mummy ke ajeeb vyavhaar se uljhan mein.

Mukesh (khud se): “Raani, teri gaand perfect hai, main use apne dimaag se nikaal nahi sakta. Main usme khud ko dafna dena chahta hoon, use apne khilaaf mehsus karna chahta hoon. Main tujhe ek din paa lunga, tujhe poora, aur yeh wajah ke laayak hoga.”

Mummy ka haath unke chut ke area par ruka, unki ungliyan thodi si kaanpti hui, unka chehra abhi bhi woh hairani aur dheemi, chamakti muskurahat ka mishran dikha raha tha. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki yeh kya ho raha tha.

Mera dil dhadakta raha, aur mujhe darr aur uljhan ka mishran mehsus hua. Mukesh ke shabd itne gande the, aur Mummy apne aap ko itna alag dikhati thi, darwaze ke paas chupke se sunti hui aise.

Main unhe pukarna chahta tha, kehna chahta tha ki humein jana chahiye, lekin main sthir tha, mere pair farsh par chipke hue. Tab, kuch bahut hairaan karne wala hua