07-08-2025, 02:27 AM
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Jab main resort ke kamre ke thoda khule darwaze ke peeche chhupa khada tha, mera jism abhi bhi us tez maze se kamp raha tha jo mujhmein ubal raha tha, mera cum mere haath pe baha, dil mein bhari gunaah ka bojh tha, par yeh ehsaas itna zabardast tha ki meri aankhein Maa aur Mukesh se hat nahi saki, unke paseene se bhare jism bistar pe ek doosre ke bagal mein letay hue, unki saansein tezi se chal rahi thi unke joshile climax ke baad.
Naram lamp ke chhaye unki chamakti khaal pe gir rahe the, samundar ki dheemi laheron ki awaaz khidki se aati hui, unki bhari saanson ke saath milti hui, hawa unke gande affair ki garmi se bhari thi.
Mujhe pata tha Maa buri hai, uska Papa ke saath dhokha uske bure shabdon se poora ho gaya jo Papa ke marne ki baat karte the, mujhe ek tez talwaar ki tarah kaat rahe the, phir bhi woh meri Maa thi, jo mujhe raat ko chadar odhaati thi, aur main use pyar karta tha dard ke bawajood, mera dil Papa ke liye wafadaari aur Maa ki Mukesh ke saath khushi ke ajeeb kashish ke beech phata hua tha.
“Yeh doosri baar aaj raat aur bhi behtar thi, Mukesh, tune isse itna achha kiya,” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz naram aur taareef se bhari, uska haath uske seene pe dheere se rakha jab woh uski aankhon mein dekhi, uska chehra aisi khushi se chamakta hua jo maine kabhi Papa ke saath nahi dekha.
“Tu mere jism ko zinda kar deta hai, har chhuan, har dhakka, jaise tu jaanta hai mujhe kya chahiye, tu itna mazboot, itna perfect hai, ab main tere bina rehne ki soch nahi sakti.”Mukesh ki gandi muskaan uske chehre pe phail gayi, aankhein santushti se chamakti hui, uska haath uske baalon ko dheere se sehlaata hua jab usne jawab diya,
“Rekha, tu meri perfect aurat hai, mera lund aise ride karke, ek saath jhadna, jaise humare jism ek doosre ke liye bane hain, aur mujhe pasand hai kaise tu mujhe poori tarah se deti hai.” Woh paas jhuka, uske hont uske maathe ko chhute hue, aur bola, “Tu hi meri soch mein rehti hai, har din, har raat, aur main chahta hoon tu bolti rahe, mujhe bata kitna tu isse pyar karti hai.”
Maa muskurayi, uska jism uske saath dheela pada hua, uski ungliyaan uske seene pe dheere se gol circle banati hui, aur usne kaha, uski awaaz feeling se garam, “Mukesh, tu kitna romantic hai, mujhe aise pakadta hai, jaise main duniya ki akeli aurat hoon, aur humara yeh chhupa hua affair, yeh manaa pyar, itna exciting hai, mera dil har baar tere saath tezi se dhadakta hai.”
Woh ruki, uski aankhein naram hui, aur poocha, “Kya tu chahta hai mera pati mar jaye, Mukesh? Mujhe bata, tu kya sochta hai, mujhe sab sunna hai, har wajah jo tere paas hai.”Mukesh ki aankhein andhere se bhar gayi, uski muskaan gandi aur thandi ho gayi jab usne jawab diya, awaaz mazboot aur sardi se bhari,
“Haan, Rekha, main chahta hoon woh mar jaye, main nahi chahta woh tujhe chhuye, tujhe apna kahe, kyunki tu meri hai, aur woh itna kamzor, itna boring hai ki tujh jaisi aurat ko deserve nahi karta, jise ek asli mard chahiye jo tujhe sahi se chode.” Woh paas jhuka, awaaz dheemi par sakht siski mein, “Main chahta hoon woh chala jaye taaki hum khulle mein ek saath ho sakein, aur chhup chhup ke nahi, bas tu aur main, ek doosre ke liye jeete hue, har raat bina darr ke chodte hue.”
Maa hasi, ek halki, bekhauf awaaz jo mujhe shock kar gayi, uski hansi kamre ki khamoshi mein tez lagi jab usne jawab diya, “Oh, Mukesh, tu kitna bura hai, aise bolta hai, uske marne ki baat sirf mere liye, yeh sunna kitna thrilling hai ki tu mujhe poora apna chahta hai.” Uski hansi mere seene mein jali, mera gussa bhadak utha uspe ki woh isse mazak samajh rahi thi, Papa ke marne ki baat, woh mard jo humare liye der tak kaam karta tha,
jo use chupke se pyar karta tha, aur main wahan khada raha, mera haath cum se chipchipa, dil dhokhe se bhari, uske chamakte chehre se nazar nahi hata saka.“Main chahti hoon mera pati jee na sake, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, ab uski awaaz serious, aankhein uspe jami hui, uske shabd mujhe phir kaat rahe the, uske dhokhe ka dard aur gehra. “Woh tere muqable mein kuch nahi, woh mera dil tezi se nahi dhadkata,
mere jism ko zinda nahi karta jaise tu karta hai, aur main azaad hona chahti hoon taaki teri ho sakoon, bina gunaah ke, bina chhupaye, bas hum hamesha ke liye.”Mukesh ki muskaan aur badi ho gayi, uska haath uske chehre ko dheere se pakadta hua jab usne kaha, “Rekha, mujhe yeh sunna pasand hai, tu meri aurat hai, aur main tujhe poora apna chahta hoon, koi aur nahi, khaas kar woh nahi.” Usne uske hont dheere se chume, phir poocha, “Kya tu Holi ke us din se mere baare mein soch rahi thi, jab hum colors mein dance kar rahe the, humare haath chhute the?
Mujhe bata, tere dimag mein kya kya aaya mere baare mein, har chhoti si soch.”Maa ka chehra naram hua, aankhein yaadon se chamakti hui jab usne jawab diya, awaaz feeling se bhari, “Mukesh, main Holi ke baad se tujhe sochne se ruk nahi saki, kaise teri aankhein meri aankhon se mili, tere haath meri kamar ko chhute hue jab hum dance kar rahe the, colors hum par lage hue, aur main teri chhuan ke baare mein sochti rahi, sochti thi kaisa hoga tujhe paas hona, tera jism mere jism ke saath.” Woh ruki, uski ungliyaan uske seene pe kasti hui, aur boli,
“Mujhe pata tha yeh galat hai, par mera jism tujhe chahta tha, main har raat tere sapne dekhti thi, mera dil tezi se dhadakta, meri khaal gudgudati, tujhe har cheez se zyada chahti thi.”Unke hont ek gehre, dheere kiss mein mile, Maa ke haath uske chehre ko pakde hue, uski jeebh uski jeebh ke saath sarti hui, unke jism ek doosre ke paas, uske stan uske seene ke saath naram, unki saansein garam hawa mein milti hui.
Kiss aur bhookhi ho gayi, Mukesh ke haath uski peeth pe ghumte hue, use aur kaske kheenchte hue, unke hont josh se ek saath hilte hue, geele aur passionate, lamp unke uljhe jismon ki lambi chhaya daal raha tha, samundar ki naram awaaz unki qareebi ke liye door ka background. Woh itna lamba kiss karte rahe, Maa ke haath uske baalon mein uljhe, unka connection duniya ko band karta hua, ek kacche intimacy ka pal jo mere dil ko uske dhokhe ke bojh se dard deta tha.“Mera gift kya hua, Rekha?”
Mukesh ne poocha, kiss se peeche hata, uski awaaz utsaah se bhari, aankhein uski aankhon mein tezi se dekhti hui. “Kya tu aaj raat mujhe de rahi hai, meri perfect aurat?”“Aaj raat nahi, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz jhijhak se bhari, uska haath uski baah ko dheere se sehlaata hua. “Yeh yahan karna zyada bada hai, main abhi taiyaar nahi hoon.”
“Kyun nahi, Rekha?” usne poocha, awaaz dabav se bhari, uska haath uski kamar ko dabata hua. “Tu mujhe kuch special promise kar rahi thi, main intezaar kar raha hoon, mujhe bata kyun rok rahi hai.”“Yeh badi baat hai, Mukesh,” usne kaha, awaaz naram par mazboot, aankhein thodi chinta dikhati hui. “Mujhe waqt chahiye ise perfect karne ke liye, aur hum yahan resort mein nahi kar sakte, Raj ke itne paas hote hue risky hai.”
“Chhod na, Rekha, mujhe aur intezaar mat karwa,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz dabav se bhari, uska haath uski jaangh pe sarka. “Mujhe woh gift chahiye, tujhe pata hai main kitna chahta hoon, mujhe yakeen dila tu degi.”“Main wada karti hoon, Mukesh, jab hum ghar jayenge, main tujhe doongi,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz shant karti hui, haath uske seene pe rakha. “Ise waqt lagega, hum turant nahi mil sakte, par main ise special karungi, sirf tere liye, kasam se.”“Tu mujhe zyada der intezaar mat karwana,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz abhi bhi utsaah se bhari, aankhein uspe jami hui.
“Mujhe jaldi chahiye, Rekha, main tujh par bharosa kar raha hoon.”Mujhe ek mayoosi ki leher mehsoos hui, mera dil doob gaya kyunki mujhe abhi bhi nahi pata tha woh gift kya hai, mera dimag sawalon se bhar gaya ki Maa kya plan kar rahi thi, kya cheez use itna nervous kar rahi thi, Mukesh kya itna bura chahta tha ki woh baar baar pooch raha tha.
Mujhe pata tha woh use ghar pe degi, kyunki hum agle hafte Papa ke wapas aane ke baad ghar ja rahe the, aur main tab pata kar lunga, meri curiosity jal rahi thi, mujhe alert rakhti thi bhale hi unke gande kaam dekhne ka gunaah mere seene pe aur bhari ho raha tha.“Main nahi chahta tera pati tujhe chhuye jab woh wapas aaye, Rekha,”
Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz mazboot, uska haath use paas kheenchta hua, aankhein teevra. “Woh tere jism ko deserve nahi karta, na is tarah ke baad jab maine tujhe aise liya hai.”Maa hasi, uski hansi halki aur playful, haath uski baah ko chhoota hua jab usne poocha, “Oh, Mukesh, tu usse itna jealous kyun hai? Bata, kyun woh mujhe nahi chhuye?”“Tu meri hai, Rekha,” usne kaha, awaaz serious, pakad kasti hui.
“Tera jism, tera dil, sab mera hai, aur main nahi chahta woh tere paas aaye, pretend kare ki woh tera mard hai jab main hoon jo tujhe zinda mehsoos karata hai.”“Chinta mat kar, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz confident, muskaan badi. “Main use sex nahi karne doongi, main use door rakhoongi, mera jism ab sirf tera hai, tu hi akela hai jo mujhe samajhta hai.”“Hum kaise chudenge jab woh ghar pe hoga, Rekha?”
Mukesh ne poocha, awaaz curious, haath uski peeth pe sarka. “Woh ghar mein hoga, hum yahan ki tarah chhup ke nahi kar sakte.”“Humein careful rehna hoga, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz sambhali hui, aankhein thodi si chhoti. “Hum thodi der tak nahi mil sakte, uske ghar mein hote hue, yeh risky hai, Raj kuch dekh sakta hai, aur main apne family ko khona nahi chahti.”
“Par mujhe teri zaroorat hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz minnat se bhari, haath uspe kasta hua. “Hum koi rasta nikal sakte hain, raat ko chhup ke milna, kahin shant jagah pe, main tujhe chod bina nahi reh sakta.”“Yeh mushkil hai, Mukesh,” usne kaha, awaaz chinta se bhari, ungliyaan uske seene pe trace karti hui. “Main tujhe bahut chahti hoon, par jab woh ghar pe hai, hum risk nahi le sakte, humein intezaar karna hoga jab tak woh dobara kaam pe nahi jata.”
“Yeh bahut lamba hai, Rekha,” usne kaha, awaaz frustrated, aankhein uski aankhon mein talaash karti hui. “Mujhe tera jism chahiye, teri cheekhein, hum koi rasta nikal lenge, shayad jab woh so raha hoga, main tere paas aaunga.”“Dekhenge, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz naram, haath uski baah pe rakha. “Main koi rasta nikalungi, par humein bahut careful rehna hoga, main sab kuch nahi khona chahti, bhale hi main tujhe har cheez se zyada chahti hoon.”
“Ek aur baar chudai karte hain, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz utsaah se bhari, use apne upar kheenchta hua, haath uski kamar ko guide karte hue. “Abhi, ek aur round, mujhe teri zaroorat hai.”“Haan, Mukesh, chalo karte hain,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz excited, jism uske upar chadhne ke liye hilta hua, aankhein chahat se chamakti hui.Jab Mukesh ka lund uski chut mein sarka, Maa ke moans wapas aaye, tez aur desperate,
“Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, kitna achha hai!” uska jism uske upar hilta hua, bistar unke rhythm ke saath charkhata hua, uski badi gaand uchalti hui, stan hilte hue, kamra unki garmi se bhar gaya. Main aur nahi dekhna chahta tha, mera jism do baar jhadne se thaka hua, dil Maa pe gusse se bhari kyunki usne apni shaadi ko tootne diya, uski hansi Papa ke marne ke baare mein mere dimag mein goonj rahi thi, mujhe beemaar aur dhokha diya hua mehsoos karati thi. Main darwaze se door hata, unke
“aaaahhh uuhhh” moans dheeme hote gaye jab main apne kamre ki taraf chala, meri taangein bhari, dimag sawalon se chakkar kha raha tha ki Maa Papa ko kyun marna chahti thi, kyun woh us mard ke baare mein itni buri baatein bol sakti thi jo hum dono se pyar karta tha. Bistar pe let kar, maine takiya apne sir pe kheench liya, sochta hua ki woh itni beraham kaise ho sakti hai,
uska Mukesh ke saath khushnuma chehra mere dimag mein chamakta hua, uska dhokha itna saaf, par main itna thaka hua tha ki aur soch nahi saka, aur neend mujhe le gayi, samundar ki naram awaaz aakhri cheez jo maine suni.Agli subah, resort ki khidkiyon se suraj ki roshni aayi, hawa mein namak aur phoolon ki khushboo, aur Maa, Mukesh, aur main apne bags pack kar rahe the ghar wapas jaane ke liye, suitcases darwaze ke paas line mein, samundar ki awaaz din ki roshni mein dheemi.
Aaj, Maa aur main Papa se milne ki taiyaari kar rahe the, jo agle hafte wapas aa rahe the, par Maa pehle hi shahar wapas jaane ka plan kar rahi thi, uska chehra aisi khushi se chamakta hua jo mujhe pata tha Mukesh ke saath sex se aayi thi, Papa se milne se nahi. Usne ek bright red saree pehni thi,
Mukesh ne khareedi thi, kapda uske curves ko kaske pakadta hua, uske stan low-cut blouse ke khilaaf dab rahe the, uski badi gaand har kadam ke saath hilti hui, uski choodiyaan har harkat ke saath khanakti hui, uski perfume hawa mein tez thi.gizz 1“Raj, mera pyara beta, hum jaldi Papa se milne ja rahe hain, kya tu excited nahi hai?”
Maa ne kaha, mujh par koodti hui ek badi muskaan ke saath, uski baahen mujhe gale lagati hui, uski saree thodi si sarkati hui uski cleavage dikhati hui.“Haan, Maa,” maine kaha, awaaz flat, mushkil se react karta hua kyunki mujhe pata tha ab woh kaisi aurat thi, ek randi jo Papa ke marne ki baat karti thi, uski khushi meri aankhon mein jhoothi thi.
“Kya hua, Raj?” usne poocha, uski muskaan dheemi hoti hui, aankhein chhoti hokar mere chehre ko dekhti hui. “Tu itna chup hai, beta, kuch pareshan kar raha hai? Bata mujhe, please.”“Kuch nahi, Maa, bas neend aa rahi hai,” maine kaha, ek chhoti si muskaan zabardasti banate hue, dil gusse se bhari, use nahi batana chahta tha ki maine use Mukesh ke saath dekha, uske Papa ke baare mein beraham shabd sune.
“Thik hai, beta, jaa Mukesh ko hello bol, woh breakfast kha raha hai,” usne kaha, table ki taraf ishara karta hua jahan Mukesh baitha tha, pizza kha raha tha jo humne order kiya tha, uski muskaan badi jab usne mujhe haath hilaya.“Hey, Raj, mera achha Jedi!” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz khushnuma, humare Star Wars games ka zikr karta hua, uska haath pizza slice pakde hue, sauce uski ungliyon pe.
“Aa baith, mujhe apne lightsaber moves ke baare mein bata!” “Hey, Mukesh,” maine kaha, khush hone ka natak karta hua, awaaz mein tanav, dono ke liye andar ka gussa jal raha tha, unke Papa ke marne ke shabd mere dimag mein goonjte hue, mera seena kasta hua.Main Maa ko waisi Maa ke roop mein nahi dekh raha tha, woh jo mujhe kahaniyan padhti thi ya ghar ke mandir mein puja karti thi, balki ek randi ke roop mein, uski red saree, Mukesh ka tohfa, uske stan aur badi gaand se chipki hui, uske curves ko aise dikhati hui jo galat, napak, gunaahgar laga.
Main yakeen nahi kar saka yeh wahi Maa thi jiske saath main chalta tha, uski hansi aur chamak us aurat se itni alag jo main jaanta tha, aur maine faisla kiya ki woh ek randi hai, chahe woh mujh pe gussa kare, mera dil ek din use batane pe set tha ki maine use Mukesh ke saath dekha, uske Papa ke dhokhe ke shabd sune.Hum us shaam ghar pahunch gaye,
Nani ke ghar nahi ruke kyunki unhe pata tha hum wapas ja rahe the, aur Mukesh apne ghar ruk gaya taaki shak na ho, Maa aur mujhe flat mein akela chhod diya. Us raat, Maa Mukesh se phone pe baat kar rahi thi, awaaz dheemi, uska haath uski nightgown ke neeche hilta hua jab woh masturbate kar rahi thi, usse gandi baatein karti hui, “Mmm uuhhh, Mukesh, kaash tu yahan hota,”
Papa ko check karne ke liye ek call bhi nahi kiya. Main gusse mein tha, mera dil jal raha tha ki woh Papa ko ignore kar rahi thi, Mukesh ke liye uska pyar itna saaf, uska dhokha har pal aur bura hota ja raha tha.Agla hafta, hum Papa se bus stop pe mile, unka chehra peela aur beemaar, aankhein thaki hui, kandhe jhuke hue jab woh apna bhari bag uthaye hue, thake hue aur budhe lag rahe the jitna maine yaad kiya tha.
“Papa!” maine kaha, unhe gale lagane ke liye daudta hua, mera dil unke liye dard se bhara, jaanta hua Maa ka dhokha unke peeche.“Rekha, Raj, mera parivaar!” Papa ne kaha, awaaz kamzor par garam, unki baahen humein gale lagati hui, unka bag zameen pe thap se gira. “Maine tum dono ko bahut miss kiya, ghar aana achha hai.”“Oh, Arun, humne bhi tujhe miss kiya,”
Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz mujhe jhoothi lagi, muskaan zyada chamakti hui jab usne unhe gale lagaya, uski red saree suraj ki roshni mein chamakti hui, choodiyaan khanakti hui.“Yeh lamba trip tha, Papa,” maine kaha, awaaz dheemi, dil bhari jab maine unka thaka hua chehra dekha, jaanta hua Maa ab unse pyar nahi karti.“Main thik hoon, Raj, bas thodi aaram ki zaroorat hai,”
Papa ne kaha, mere baal bikherta hua, muskaan halki par pyari. “Rekha, tu badli hui lagti hai, itni sundar, jaise chamak rahi ho, kuch alag hai.”“Badli hui, Arun?” Maa ne poocha, halke se hasti hui, awaaz playful, aankhein unki aankhon se bachti hui. “Kya matlab? Main wahi aurat hoon, shayad yeh nayi saree hai.”“Tu zyada khush lagti hai, Rekha, chamakti hui,”
Papa ne kaha, awaaz naram, aankhein uske chehre ko talaash karti hui. “Tujhe aise dekhna achha hai, itne time baad.”“Oh, Arun, main wahi hoon,” Maa ne kaha, hansi aur tez, haath uski baah ko chhuta hua, par mujhe pata tha woh jhooth bol rahi thi, uski chamak Mukesh ke chhuan se thi, Papa ke pyar se nahi, uska dhokha uski jhoothi muskaan ke peeche chhupa hua.
Mujhe pata tha Maa jhooth bol rahi thi, uski khushnuma awaaz aur chamakti muskaan ek mask thi, uska dil Mukesh ke saath, uska jism usko diya hua, uske Papa ke marne ke shabd saboot the ki woh ab woh aurat nahi thi jisse Papa ne shaadi ki thi. Agle kuch hafton mein, Maa Mukesh se chhup ke baat karti rahi, Papa ke ghar mein hone ke bawajood, uska phone hamesha haath mein, raat ke dheere dheere siskiyaan, uske
“mmm uuhhh” moans dheeme jab woh sochti thi main so raha hoon, khud ko chhuti hui jab woh usse baat karti thi. Ek shaam, Papa ne notice kiya, sofa pe baitha hua, awaaz curious jab usne uske tez tez type karte hue dekha.“Rekha, tu aaj kal hamesha is phone pe lagi rehti hai,” Papa ne kaha, awaaz naram par confused, aankhein uspe jab woh tezi se type kar rahi thi. “Kaun tujhe itna busy rakhta hai har waqt?”
Maa jami hui, aankhein badi, haath text ke beech mein ruk gaya, chehre pe ek jhalak darr ke baad usne zabardasti muskaan banayi, awaaz zyada khushnuma, “Oh, Arun, bas kuch dost hain, tu jaanta hai, catch up kar rahi hoon, kuch khaas nahi.”“Dost, huh?” Papa ne kaha, awaaz abhi bhi naram, bhaun thodi si chadhati hui. “Tu is phone se chipki rehti hai, Rekha, maine pehle kabhi aisa nahi dekha.”
“Chinta mat kar, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, halke se hasti hui, haath hawa mein hilata hua, aankhein uski aankhon se bachti hui. “Bas chatting, doston se baat, tu jaanta hai kaise hota hai.”Maine Maa ko Mukesh se baat karte suna baad mein, uski awaaz shock se bhari jab use pata chala ki woh paas mein shift ho gaya tha, apna purana ghar chhod kar sirf uske paas hone ke liye, uska plan phir se milne ka saaf uski siskiyon mein,
“Mukesh, tu yahan shift ho gaya? Itna paas!” Mujhe pata tha Mukesh mera parivaar todna chahta tha, uske Papa ke marne ke shabd mere dimag mein goonjte hue, uski Maa ko poora apna banane ki chahat use itna paas le aayi, uska ganda plan humein barbaad karne ka aur mazboot ho raha tha. Maa shock mein thi, uski awaaz kamp rahi thi jab woh usse baat karti thi,
“Mukesh, yeh risky hai, kya agar kisi ne tujhe dekh liya?” uski chinta saaf thi bhale hi uske phone sex ke dheeme moans mein.Maa ummeed karti rahi ki Papa dobara kaam pe jaye, uske sawal uske liye baar baar aate, pehle dheeme, phir direct, uska bechaini saaf dikhti thi. Ek shaam, Papa ke ghar aane ke chaar din baad, woh unke saath living room mein baithi, uski red saree chamakti hui, phone cushion ke neeche chhupa, ungliyaan nervous hokar hilti hui.
“Arun, kaam kaisa chal raha hai aaj kal?” Maa ne poocha, awaaz casual, aankhein apni ungliyon pe, uski nazar se bachti hui. “Koi trips jaldi aa rahe hain, ya tu thodi der ghar pe hai?”“Kaam thik hai, Rekha,” Papa ne kaha, awaaz thaki hui, aankhein TV pe, haath lap pe rakhe hue. “Tu kyun pooch rahi hai? Main abhi wapas aaya hoon, abhi yahin hoon.”
“Oh, bas aise hi soch rahi thi,” usne kaha, muskaan zabardasti, awaaz zyada halki. “Tu hamesha itna busy rehta hai, maine socha shayad tu phir travel karega.”“Rekha, tune yeh chaar din mein chaar baar poocha,” Papa ne kaha, awaaz confused, aankhein uski taraf mudi, thodi chhoti hui. “Kya chal raha hai? Tu baar baar kyun pooch rahi hai main kab jaunga?”
“Main bas pooch rahi hoon, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, hasti hui, awaaz tez aur nervous, haath aur zyada hilte hue. “Koi wajah nahi, bas schedule ke baare mein curious thi, bas.”“Kya tu mujhe yahan nahi chahti, Rekha?” Papa ne poocha, awaaz naram par dard se bhari, aankhein uske chehre ko talaash karti hui, haath sofa pe kaste hue. “Tu pehle mujhe ghar rehne ko kehti thi, ab pooch rahi hai kab jaunga, kya badal gaya?”
“Oh, Arun, aisi baat nahi,” Maa ne kaha, hansi aur tez, haath uski baah ko chhuta hua, aankhein abhi bhi uski nazar se bachti hui. Woh jhuki, usne achanak use kiss kiya, hont uske honton pe dabaye, haath uske chehre pe, uski red saree sarkati hui cleavage dikhati hui, uska kiss saaf tha ki woh topic badalna chahti thi, apni asli feelings chhupane ke liye.
Mujhe pata tha yeh saboot tha ki woh Papa ko ab nahi chahti, uska kiss ek jhooth tha Mukesh ke liye apni chahat chhupane ke liye, uska dil us mard se door jo usne shaadi kiya, uske kaam dikhate hue ki woh ek randi thi jo uske marne ki baat karti thi.
Naram lamp ke chhaye unki chamakti khaal pe gir rahe the, samundar ki dheemi laheron ki awaaz khidki se aati hui, unki bhari saanson ke saath milti hui, hawa unke gande affair ki garmi se bhari thi.
Mujhe pata tha Maa buri hai, uska Papa ke saath dhokha uske bure shabdon se poora ho gaya jo Papa ke marne ki baat karte the, mujhe ek tez talwaar ki tarah kaat rahe the, phir bhi woh meri Maa thi, jo mujhe raat ko chadar odhaati thi, aur main use pyar karta tha dard ke bawajood, mera dil Papa ke liye wafadaari aur Maa ki Mukesh ke saath khushi ke ajeeb kashish ke beech phata hua tha.
“Yeh doosri baar aaj raat aur bhi behtar thi, Mukesh, tune isse itna achha kiya,” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz naram aur taareef se bhari, uska haath uske seene pe dheere se rakha jab woh uski aankhon mein dekhi, uska chehra aisi khushi se chamakta hua jo maine kabhi Papa ke saath nahi dekha.
“Tu mere jism ko zinda kar deta hai, har chhuan, har dhakka, jaise tu jaanta hai mujhe kya chahiye, tu itna mazboot, itna perfect hai, ab main tere bina rehne ki soch nahi sakti.”Mukesh ki gandi muskaan uske chehre pe phail gayi, aankhein santushti se chamakti hui, uska haath uske baalon ko dheere se sehlaata hua jab usne jawab diya,
“Rekha, tu meri perfect aurat hai, mera lund aise ride karke, ek saath jhadna, jaise humare jism ek doosre ke liye bane hain, aur mujhe pasand hai kaise tu mujhe poori tarah se deti hai.” Woh paas jhuka, uske hont uske maathe ko chhute hue, aur bola, “Tu hi meri soch mein rehti hai, har din, har raat, aur main chahta hoon tu bolti rahe, mujhe bata kitna tu isse pyar karti hai.”
Maa muskurayi, uska jism uske saath dheela pada hua, uski ungliyaan uske seene pe dheere se gol circle banati hui, aur usne kaha, uski awaaz feeling se garam, “Mukesh, tu kitna romantic hai, mujhe aise pakadta hai, jaise main duniya ki akeli aurat hoon, aur humara yeh chhupa hua affair, yeh manaa pyar, itna exciting hai, mera dil har baar tere saath tezi se dhadakta hai.”
Woh ruki, uski aankhein naram hui, aur poocha, “Kya tu chahta hai mera pati mar jaye, Mukesh? Mujhe bata, tu kya sochta hai, mujhe sab sunna hai, har wajah jo tere paas hai.”Mukesh ki aankhein andhere se bhar gayi, uski muskaan gandi aur thandi ho gayi jab usne jawab diya, awaaz mazboot aur sardi se bhari,
“Haan, Rekha, main chahta hoon woh mar jaye, main nahi chahta woh tujhe chhuye, tujhe apna kahe, kyunki tu meri hai, aur woh itna kamzor, itna boring hai ki tujh jaisi aurat ko deserve nahi karta, jise ek asli mard chahiye jo tujhe sahi se chode.” Woh paas jhuka, awaaz dheemi par sakht siski mein, “Main chahta hoon woh chala jaye taaki hum khulle mein ek saath ho sakein, aur chhup chhup ke nahi, bas tu aur main, ek doosre ke liye jeete hue, har raat bina darr ke chodte hue.”
Maa hasi, ek halki, bekhauf awaaz jo mujhe shock kar gayi, uski hansi kamre ki khamoshi mein tez lagi jab usne jawab diya, “Oh, Mukesh, tu kitna bura hai, aise bolta hai, uske marne ki baat sirf mere liye, yeh sunna kitna thrilling hai ki tu mujhe poora apna chahta hai.” Uski hansi mere seene mein jali, mera gussa bhadak utha uspe ki woh isse mazak samajh rahi thi, Papa ke marne ki baat, woh mard jo humare liye der tak kaam karta tha,
jo use chupke se pyar karta tha, aur main wahan khada raha, mera haath cum se chipchipa, dil dhokhe se bhari, uske chamakte chehre se nazar nahi hata saka.“Main chahti hoon mera pati jee na sake, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, ab uski awaaz serious, aankhein uspe jami hui, uske shabd mujhe phir kaat rahe the, uske dhokhe ka dard aur gehra. “Woh tere muqable mein kuch nahi, woh mera dil tezi se nahi dhadkata,
mere jism ko zinda nahi karta jaise tu karta hai, aur main azaad hona chahti hoon taaki teri ho sakoon, bina gunaah ke, bina chhupaye, bas hum hamesha ke liye.”Mukesh ki muskaan aur badi ho gayi, uska haath uske chehre ko dheere se pakadta hua jab usne kaha, “Rekha, mujhe yeh sunna pasand hai, tu meri aurat hai, aur main tujhe poora apna chahta hoon, koi aur nahi, khaas kar woh nahi.” Usne uske hont dheere se chume, phir poocha, “Kya tu Holi ke us din se mere baare mein soch rahi thi, jab hum colors mein dance kar rahe the, humare haath chhute the?
Mujhe bata, tere dimag mein kya kya aaya mere baare mein, har chhoti si soch.”Maa ka chehra naram hua, aankhein yaadon se chamakti hui jab usne jawab diya, awaaz feeling se bhari, “Mukesh, main Holi ke baad se tujhe sochne se ruk nahi saki, kaise teri aankhein meri aankhon se mili, tere haath meri kamar ko chhute hue jab hum dance kar rahe the, colors hum par lage hue, aur main teri chhuan ke baare mein sochti rahi, sochti thi kaisa hoga tujhe paas hona, tera jism mere jism ke saath.” Woh ruki, uski ungliyaan uske seene pe kasti hui, aur boli,
“Mujhe pata tha yeh galat hai, par mera jism tujhe chahta tha, main har raat tere sapne dekhti thi, mera dil tezi se dhadakta, meri khaal gudgudati, tujhe har cheez se zyada chahti thi.”Unke hont ek gehre, dheere kiss mein mile, Maa ke haath uske chehre ko pakde hue, uski jeebh uski jeebh ke saath sarti hui, unke jism ek doosre ke paas, uske stan uske seene ke saath naram, unki saansein garam hawa mein milti hui.
Kiss aur bhookhi ho gayi, Mukesh ke haath uski peeth pe ghumte hue, use aur kaske kheenchte hue, unke hont josh se ek saath hilte hue, geele aur passionate, lamp unke uljhe jismon ki lambi chhaya daal raha tha, samundar ki naram awaaz unki qareebi ke liye door ka background. Woh itna lamba kiss karte rahe, Maa ke haath uske baalon mein uljhe, unka connection duniya ko band karta hua, ek kacche intimacy ka pal jo mere dil ko uske dhokhe ke bojh se dard deta tha.“Mera gift kya hua, Rekha?”
Mukesh ne poocha, kiss se peeche hata, uski awaaz utsaah se bhari, aankhein uski aankhon mein tezi se dekhti hui. “Kya tu aaj raat mujhe de rahi hai, meri perfect aurat?”“Aaj raat nahi, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz jhijhak se bhari, uska haath uski baah ko dheere se sehlaata hua. “Yeh yahan karna zyada bada hai, main abhi taiyaar nahi hoon.”
“Kyun nahi, Rekha?” usne poocha, awaaz dabav se bhari, uska haath uski kamar ko dabata hua. “Tu mujhe kuch special promise kar rahi thi, main intezaar kar raha hoon, mujhe bata kyun rok rahi hai.”“Yeh badi baat hai, Mukesh,” usne kaha, awaaz naram par mazboot, aankhein thodi chinta dikhati hui. “Mujhe waqt chahiye ise perfect karne ke liye, aur hum yahan resort mein nahi kar sakte, Raj ke itne paas hote hue risky hai.”
“Chhod na, Rekha, mujhe aur intezaar mat karwa,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz dabav se bhari, uska haath uski jaangh pe sarka. “Mujhe woh gift chahiye, tujhe pata hai main kitna chahta hoon, mujhe yakeen dila tu degi.”“Main wada karti hoon, Mukesh, jab hum ghar jayenge, main tujhe doongi,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz shant karti hui, haath uske seene pe rakha. “Ise waqt lagega, hum turant nahi mil sakte, par main ise special karungi, sirf tere liye, kasam se.”“Tu mujhe zyada der intezaar mat karwana,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz abhi bhi utsaah se bhari, aankhein uspe jami hui.
“Mujhe jaldi chahiye, Rekha, main tujh par bharosa kar raha hoon.”Mujhe ek mayoosi ki leher mehsoos hui, mera dil doob gaya kyunki mujhe abhi bhi nahi pata tha woh gift kya hai, mera dimag sawalon se bhar gaya ki Maa kya plan kar rahi thi, kya cheez use itna nervous kar rahi thi, Mukesh kya itna bura chahta tha ki woh baar baar pooch raha tha.
Mujhe pata tha woh use ghar pe degi, kyunki hum agle hafte Papa ke wapas aane ke baad ghar ja rahe the, aur main tab pata kar lunga, meri curiosity jal rahi thi, mujhe alert rakhti thi bhale hi unke gande kaam dekhne ka gunaah mere seene pe aur bhari ho raha tha.“Main nahi chahta tera pati tujhe chhuye jab woh wapas aaye, Rekha,”
Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz mazboot, uska haath use paas kheenchta hua, aankhein teevra. “Woh tere jism ko deserve nahi karta, na is tarah ke baad jab maine tujhe aise liya hai.”Maa hasi, uski hansi halki aur playful, haath uski baah ko chhoota hua jab usne poocha, “Oh, Mukesh, tu usse itna jealous kyun hai? Bata, kyun woh mujhe nahi chhuye?”“Tu meri hai, Rekha,” usne kaha, awaaz serious, pakad kasti hui.
“Tera jism, tera dil, sab mera hai, aur main nahi chahta woh tere paas aaye, pretend kare ki woh tera mard hai jab main hoon jo tujhe zinda mehsoos karata hai.”“Chinta mat kar, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz confident, muskaan badi. “Main use sex nahi karne doongi, main use door rakhoongi, mera jism ab sirf tera hai, tu hi akela hai jo mujhe samajhta hai.”“Hum kaise chudenge jab woh ghar pe hoga, Rekha?”
Mukesh ne poocha, awaaz curious, haath uski peeth pe sarka. “Woh ghar mein hoga, hum yahan ki tarah chhup ke nahi kar sakte.”“Humein careful rehna hoga, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz sambhali hui, aankhein thodi si chhoti. “Hum thodi der tak nahi mil sakte, uske ghar mein hote hue, yeh risky hai, Raj kuch dekh sakta hai, aur main apne family ko khona nahi chahti.”
“Par mujhe teri zaroorat hai, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz minnat se bhari, haath uspe kasta hua. “Hum koi rasta nikal sakte hain, raat ko chhup ke milna, kahin shant jagah pe, main tujhe chod bina nahi reh sakta.”“Yeh mushkil hai, Mukesh,” usne kaha, awaaz chinta se bhari, ungliyaan uske seene pe trace karti hui. “Main tujhe bahut chahti hoon, par jab woh ghar pe hai, hum risk nahi le sakte, humein intezaar karna hoga jab tak woh dobara kaam pe nahi jata.”
“Yeh bahut lamba hai, Rekha,” usne kaha, awaaz frustrated, aankhein uski aankhon mein talaash karti hui. “Mujhe tera jism chahiye, teri cheekhein, hum koi rasta nikal lenge, shayad jab woh so raha hoga, main tere paas aaunga.”“Dekhenge, Mukesh,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz naram, haath uski baah pe rakha. “Main koi rasta nikalungi, par humein bahut careful rehna hoga, main sab kuch nahi khona chahti, bhale hi main tujhe har cheez se zyada chahti hoon.”
“Ek aur baar chudai karte hain, Rekha,” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz utsaah se bhari, use apne upar kheenchta hua, haath uski kamar ko guide karte hue. “Abhi, ek aur round, mujhe teri zaroorat hai.”“Haan, Mukesh, chalo karte hain,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz excited, jism uske upar chadhne ke liye hilta hua, aankhein chahat se chamakti hui.Jab Mukesh ka lund uski chut mein sarka, Maa ke moans wapas aaye, tez aur desperate,
“Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, kitna achha hai!” uska jism uske upar hilta hua, bistar unke rhythm ke saath charkhata hua, uski badi gaand uchalti hui, stan hilte hue, kamra unki garmi se bhar gaya. Main aur nahi dekhna chahta tha, mera jism do baar jhadne se thaka hua, dil Maa pe gusse se bhari kyunki usne apni shaadi ko tootne diya, uski hansi Papa ke marne ke baare mein mere dimag mein goonj rahi thi, mujhe beemaar aur dhokha diya hua mehsoos karati thi. Main darwaze se door hata, unke
“aaaahhh uuhhh” moans dheeme hote gaye jab main apne kamre ki taraf chala, meri taangein bhari, dimag sawalon se chakkar kha raha tha ki Maa Papa ko kyun marna chahti thi, kyun woh us mard ke baare mein itni buri baatein bol sakti thi jo hum dono se pyar karta tha. Bistar pe let kar, maine takiya apne sir pe kheench liya, sochta hua ki woh itni beraham kaise ho sakti hai,
uska Mukesh ke saath khushnuma chehra mere dimag mein chamakta hua, uska dhokha itna saaf, par main itna thaka hua tha ki aur soch nahi saka, aur neend mujhe le gayi, samundar ki naram awaaz aakhri cheez jo maine suni.Agli subah, resort ki khidkiyon se suraj ki roshni aayi, hawa mein namak aur phoolon ki khushboo, aur Maa, Mukesh, aur main apne bags pack kar rahe the ghar wapas jaane ke liye, suitcases darwaze ke paas line mein, samundar ki awaaz din ki roshni mein dheemi.
Aaj, Maa aur main Papa se milne ki taiyaari kar rahe the, jo agle hafte wapas aa rahe the, par Maa pehle hi shahar wapas jaane ka plan kar rahi thi, uska chehra aisi khushi se chamakta hua jo mujhe pata tha Mukesh ke saath sex se aayi thi, Papa se milne se nahi. Usne ek bright red saree pehni thi,
Mukesh ne khareedi thi, kapda uske curves ko kaske pakadta hua, uske stan low-cut blouse ke khilaaf dab rahe the, uski badi gaand har kadam ke saath hilti hui, uski choodiyaan har harkat ke saath khanakti hui, uski perfume hawa mein tez thi.gizz 1“Raj, mera pyara beta, hum jaldi Papa se milne ja rahe hain, kya tu excited nahi hai?”
Maa ne kaha, mujh par koodti hui ek badi muskaan ke saath, uski baahen mujhe gale lagati hui, uski saree thodi si sarkati hui uski cleavage dikhati hui.“Haan, Maa,” maine kaha, awaaz flat, mushkil se react karta hua kyunki mujhe pata tha ab woh kaisi aurat thi, ek randi jo Papa ke marne ki baat karti thi, uski khushi meri aankhon mein jhoothi thi.
“Kya hua, Raj?” usne poocha, uski muskaan dheemi hoti hui, aankhein chhoti hokar mere chehre ko dekhti hui. “Tu itna chup hai, beta, kuch pareshan kar raha hai? Bata mujhe, please.”“Kuch nahi, Maa, bas neend aa rahi hai,” maine kaha, ek chhoti si muskaan zabardasti banate hue, dil gusse se bhari, use nahi batana chahta tha ki maine use Mukesh ke saath dekha, uske Papa ke baare mein beraham shabd sune.
“Thik hai, beta, jaa Mukesh ko hello bol, woh breakfast kha raha hai,” usne kaha, table ki taraf ishara karta hua jahan Mukesh baitha tha, pizza kha raha tha jo humne order kiya tha, uski muskaan badi jab usne mujhe haath hilaya.“Hey, Raj, mera achha Jedi!” Mukesh ne kaha, awaaz khushnuma, humare Star Wars games ka zikr karta hua, uska haath pizza slice pakde hue, sauce uski ungliyon pe.
“Aa baith, mujhe apne lightsaber moves ke baare mein bata!” “Hey, Mukesh,” maine kaha, khush hone ka natak karta hua, awaaz mein tanav, dono ke liye andar ka gussa jal raha tha, unke Papa ke marne ke shabd mere dimag mein goonjte hue, mera seena kasta hua.Main Maa ko waisi Maa ke roop mein nahi dekh raha tha, woh jo mujhe kahaniyan padhti thi ya ghar ke mandir mein puja karti thi, balki ek randi ke roop mein, uski red saree, Mukesh ka tohfa, uske stan aur badi gaand se chipki hui, uske curves ko aise dikhati hui jo galat, napak, gunaahgar laga.
Main yakeen nahi kar saka yeh wahi Maa thi jiske saath main chalta tha, uski hansi aur chamak us aurat se itni alag jo main jaanta tha, aur maine faisla kiya ki woh ek randi hai, chahe woh mujh pe gussa kare, mera dil ek din use batane pe set tha ki maine use Mukesh ke saath dekha, uske Papa ke dhokhe ke shabd sune.Hum us shaam ghar pahunch gaye,
Nani ke ghar nahi ruke kyunki unhe pata tha hum wapas ja rahe the, aur Mukesh apne ghar ruk gaya taaki shak na ho, Maa aur mujhe flat mein akela chhod diya. Us raat, Maa Mukesh se phone pe baat kar rahi thi, awaaz dheemi, uska haath uski nightgown ke neeche hilta hua jab woh masturbate kar rahi thi, usse gandi baatein karti hui, “Mmm uuhhh, Mukesh, kaash tu yahan hota,”
Papa ko check karne ke liye ek call bhi nahi kiya. Main gusse mein tha, mera dil jal raha tha ki woh Papa ko ignore kar rahi thi, Mukesh ke liye uska pyar itna saaf, uska dhokha har pal aur bura hota ja raha tha.Agla hafta, hum Papa se bus stop pe mile, unka chehra peela aur beemaar, aankhein thaki hui, kandhe jhuke hue jab woh apna bhari bag uthaye hue, thake hue aur budhe lag rahe the jitna maine yaad kiya tha.
“Papa!” maine kaha, unhe gale lagane ke liye daudta hua, mera dil unke liye dard se bhara, jaanta hua Maa ka dhokha unke peeche.“Rekha, Raj, mera parivaar!” Papa ne kaha, awaaz kamzor par garam, unki baahen humein gale lagati hui, unka bag zameen pe thap se gira. “Maine tum dono ko bahut miss kiya, ghar aana achha hai.”“Oh, Arun, humne bhi tujhe miss kiya,”
Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz mujhe jhoothi lagi, muskaan zyada chamakti hui jab usne unhe gale lagaya, uski red saree suraj ki roshni mein chamakti hui, choodiyaan khanakti hui.“Yeh lamba trip tha, Papa,” maine kaha, awaaz dheemi, dil bhari jab maine unka thaka hua chehra dekha, jaanta hua Maa ab unse pyar nahi karti.“Main thik hoon, Raj, bas thodi aaram ki zaroorat hai,”
Papa ne kaha, mere baal bikherta hua, muskaan halki par pyari. “Rekha, tu badli hui lagti hai, itni sundar, jaise chamak rahi ho, kuch alag hai.”“Badli hui, Arun?” Maa ne poocha, halke se hasti hui, awaaz playful, aankhein unki aankhon se bachti hui. “Kya matlab? Main wahi aurat hoon, shayad yeh nayi saree hai.”“Tu zyada khush lagti hai, Rekha, chamakti hui,”
Papa ne kaha, awaaz naram, aankhein uske chehre ko talaash karti hui. “Tujhe aise dekhna achha hai, itne time baad.”“Oh, Arun, main wahi hoon,” Maa ne kaha, hansi aur tez, haath uski baah ko chhuta hua, par mujhe pata tha woh jhooth bol rahi thi, uski chamak Mukesh ke chhuan se thi, Papa ke pyar se nahi, uska dhokha uski jhoothi muskaan ke peeche chhupa hua.
Mujhe pata tha Maa jhooth bol rahi thi, uski khushnuma awaaz aur chamakti muskaan ek mask thi, uska dil Mukesh ke saath, uska jism usko diya hua, uske Papa ke marne ke shabd saboot the ki woh ab woh aurat nahi thi jisse Papa ne shaadi ki thi. Agle kuch hafton mein, Maa Mukesh se chhup ke baat karti rahi, Papa ke ghar mein hone ke bawajood, uska phone hamesha haath mein, raat ke dheere dheere siskiyaan, uske
“mmm uuhhh” moans dheeme jab woh sochti thi main so raha hoon, khud ko chhuti hui jab woh usse baat karti thi. Ek shaam, Papa ne notice kiya, sofa pe baitha hua, awaaz curious jab usne uske tez tez type karte hue dekha.“Rekha, tu aaj kal hamesha is phone pe lagi rehti hai,” Papa ne kaha, awaaz naram par confused, aankhein uspe jab woh tezi se type kar rahi thi. “Kaun tujhe itna busy rakhta hai har waqt?”
Maa jami hui, aankhein badi, haath text ke beech mein ruk gaya, chehre pe ek jhalak darr ke baad usne zabardasti muskaan banayi, awaaz zyada khushnuma, “Oh, Arun, bas kuch dost hain, tu jaanta hai, catch up kar rahi hoon, kuch khaas nahi.”“Dost, huh?” Papa ne kaha, awaaz abhi bhi naram, bhaun thodi si chadhati hui. “Tu is phone se chipki rehti hai, Rekha, maine pehle kabhi aisa nahi dekha.”
“Chinta mat kar, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, halke se hasti hui, haath hawa mein hilata hua, aankhein uski aankhon se bachti hui. “Bas chatting, doston se baat, tu jaanta hai kaise hota hai.”Maine Maa ko Mukesh se baat karte suna baad mein, uski awaaz shock se bhari jab use pata chala ki woh paas mein shift ho gaya tha, apna purana ghar chhod kar sirf uske paas hone ke liye, uska plan phir se milne ka saaf uski siskiyon mein,
“Mukesh, tu yahan shift ho gaya? Itna paas!” Mujhe pata tha Mukesh mera parivaar todna chahta tha, uske Papa ke marne ke shabd mere dimag mein goonjte hue, uski Maa ko poora apna banane ki chahat use itna paas le aayi, uska ganda plan humein barbaad karne ka aur mazboot ho raha tha. Maa shock mein thi, uski awaaz kamp rahi thi jab woh usse baat karti thi,
“Mukesh, yeh risky hai, kya agar kisi ne tujhe dekh liya?” uski chinta saaf thi bhale hi uske phone sex ke dheeme moans mein.Maa ummeed karti rahi ki Papa dobara kaam pe jaye, uske sawal uske liye baar baar aate, pehle dheeme, phir direct, uska bechaini saaf dikhti thi. Ek shaam, Papa ke ghar aane ke chaar din baad, woh unke saath living room mein baithi, uski red saree chamakti hui, phone cushion ke neeche chhupa, ungliyaan nervous hokar hilti hui.
“Arun, kaam kaisa chal raha hai aaj kal?” Maa ne poocha, awaaz casual, aankhein apni ungliyon pe, uski nazar se bachti hui. “Koi trips jaldi aa rahe hain, ya tu thodi der ghar pe hai?”“Kaam thik hai, Rekha,” Papa ne kaha, awaaz thaki hui, aankhein TV pe, haath lap pe rakhe hue. “Tu kyun pooch rahi hai? Main abhi wapas aaya hoon, abhi yahin hoon.”
“Oh, bas aise hi soch rahi thi,” usne kaha, muskaan zabardasti, awaaz zyada halki. “Tu hamesha itna busy rehta hai, maine socha shayad tu phir travel karega.”“Rekha, tune yeh chaar din mein chaar baar poocha,” Papa ne kaha, awaaz confused, aankhein uski taraf mudi, thodi chhoti hui. “Kya chal raha hai? Tu baar baar kyun pooch rahi hai main kab jaunga?”
“Main bas pooch rahi hoon, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, hasti hui, awaaz tez aur nervous, haath aur zyada hilte hue. “Koi wajah nahi, bas schedule ke baare mein curious thi, bas.”“Kya tu mujhe yahan nahi chahti, Rekha?” Papa ne poocha, awaaz naram par dard se bhari, aankhein uske chehre ko talaash karti hui, haath sofa pe kaste hue. “Tu pehle mujhe ghar rehne ko kehti thi, ab pooch rahi hai kab jaunga, kya badal gaya?”
“Oh, Arun, aisi baat nahi,” Maa ne kaha, hansi aur tez, haath uski baah ko chhuta hua, aankhein abhi bhi uski nazar se bachti hui. Woh jhuki, usne achanak use kiss kiya, hont uske honton pe dabaye, haath uske chehre pe, uski red saree sarkati hui cleavage dikhati hui, uska kiss saaf tha ki woh topic badalna chahti thi, apni asli feelings chhupane ke liye.
Mujhe pata tha yeh saboot tha ki woh Papa ko ab nahi chahti, uska kiss ek jhooth tha Mukesh ke liye apni chahat chhupane ke liye, uska dil us mard se door jo usne shaadi kiya, uske kaam dikhate hue ki woh ek randi thi jo uske marne ki baat karti thi.
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