14-08-2025, 01:39 AM
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Agli subah, Maa ne mujhe uthaya, uski awaaz naram par tani hui, “Raj, beta, uthne ka waqt hai.” Woh pehle se taiyaar thi, hari cotton saree neatly pehni hui, maathe pe sindoor chamakta hua, choodiyaan khanakti hui jab usne apna pallu adjust kiya, par woh alag lag rahi thi, khush nahi.
Uski aankhein bhari, laal-rimmed, kal raat wala glow nahi jo maine dekha tha jab usne Mukesh ko chuma, chehra tight, hont patle se dabaye hue, jaise koi chhupa sharam leke chal rahi ho.Uski harkatein dheemi, sambhal ke, jaise har kadam dard de raha ho, aur mujhe pata tha yeh Mukesh ki brutal chudai ki wajah se tha, uski gaand ka ched stretch aur dardbhara, uska gunaah ab surface pe aa raha tha, use ek anjaan si banata hua, woh khush Maa nahi jo hill station trip pe bhajan gaati thi ya meri rakhi muskurate hue bandhti thi.
Flat shant tha, subah ki roshni pardo se chhanti hui, kal raat ke biryani masala ki khushboo abhi bhi thi, uske tani hui demeanor ke saath clash karti hui. “Subah, Maa,” maine kaha, jamhaai lete hue, mattress pe baithkar, aankhein ragadte hue. “Tu thik hai? Tu thaki hui lag rahi hai.”
“Subah, beta,” Maa ne jawab diya, awaaz zabardasti, ek chhoti si muskaan dete hue jab woh bistar ke kinare baithi, thoda sa wince karti hui. “Main thik hoon, bas achhi neend nahi aayi. Humein jaldi jana hai, thik hai?” “Itni jaldi kyun?” maine poocha, apni purani Star Wars T-shirt pehente hue, uski jaldi se confused. “Kya Mukesh humare saath aa raha hai? Usne kaha tha main apni lightsaber moves se achha Jedi hoon.”
“Nahi, Raj, woh abhi so raha hai, woh thaka hua hai,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz flat, dheere se khadi hoti hui, meri aankhon se bachti hui. “Chalo bas taiyaar ho jao aur chupke se nikalte hain.” “Usko bye bolne ke liye kyun nahi uthaya? Tumne kaha tha woh humara achha dost hai,” maine poocha, jooton ke lace bandhte hue, dimag tezi se chalta hua. “Woh tera dost hai, na? Woh jaanna chahega hum ja rahe hain.”
“Humein use disturb karne ki zaroorat nahi, beta,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz vague, apna purse pakadte hue. “Woh thaka hua hai, aur humein ghar jana hai, bas.” “Par kyun, Maa?” maine dabaya, khada hokar, kuch galat lagne laga. “Kya uske saath kuch hua?” “Kuch nahi, Raj,” usne kaha, awaaz thodi tez, phir naram hoti hui. “Bas… chalo, thik hai? Baad mein baat karenge.” Uski vague jawab mujhe frustrate kar rahe the, par maine uska peechha kiya, uske chehre pe gunaah ki chhaya, uski usual warmth gayab, ek nervous edge se badal gayi jo mujhe curious bana rahi thi. Mujhe nahi pata tha unke beech kya hua aur Maa aise kyun behave kar rahi thi.
Hum paas ke hotel tak chale, subah ka suraj garam, sadak vendors ke chillane aur rickshaw ke horn se zinda, dosa talne ki khushboo dhool ke saath milti hui.Jab hum chale, Maa ki moti gaand hili jab woh chalti thi, uski saree uske curves pe chipki hui, harkat captivating, aur mujhe yakeen nahi hua uski gaand kal raat itni buri tarah chodi gayi thi, Mukesh ka lund uske gaand ke ched ko stretch karta hua, use loose aur dardbhara chhodta hua jab woh maze mein moan karti thi. Woh sambhal ke chalti thi, har kadam jaan bujhkar, jaise har sway dard deta ho, choodiyaan dheere se khanakti hui, chehra discomfort se tight.
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Hotel pe, ek chhota sa jagah plastic chairs aur creaky ceiling fan ke saath, hum breakfast ke liye baithe, par Maa ko baithne mein takleef ho rahi thi, jab woh kursi pe dheere se baithi, haath table ko pakadte hue, jism stiff. Mujhe pata tha kyun, kyunki uski gaand barbaad ho chuki thi, Mukesh ki kal raat ki relentless gaand chudai ne use baithne mein dard diya, uski cheekhein, “Aaaahhh uuhhh,” meri yaad mein taaza, mujhe andar se muskurata hua, uske gunaah ka thrill abhi bhi mazboot.“Maa, tu aise kyun baith rahi hai?” maine poocha, dosa kaatkar, coconut chutney ka teekha swad meri jeebh pe, use uncomfortably shift karte dekha.
“Bas thoda dard hai, beta,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz strained, phir se wince karti hui jab usne adjust kiya. “Maine shayad galat soya, kuch kheench gaya hoga.” “Bura lagta hai, Maa,” maine kaha, use gaur se dekhte hue, uska chehra peela. “Tu sure hai bas galat sona hai?” “Haan, Raj,” usne kaha, zabardasti muskurati hui, meri aankhon se bachti hui. “Chinta mat kar, main thik ho jaungi, bas apna breakfast kha.”
Uski vague jawab mujhe curious bana rahe the, par maine nahi dabaya, hotel ka shor—plates ki khankhana, baatein—shanti ko bhar raha tha. Maa guilty lag rahi thi, chehra sharam se bhari, aankhein idhar udhar jati hui jaise darr tha koi uske dil ke raaz dekh lega. Mujhe nahi pata tha itni achhi subah mein woh aise kyun behave kar rahi thi.Main samajh sakta tha woh kal raat ke baare mein soch rahi thi, Mukesh ka lund uske gaand ke ched mein, uske moans, uska samarpan, ab uspe ek bhari patthar ki tarah wazan daal raha tha, usse lag raha tha shayad usne galat kiya, maa ke role ka uski ban gayi randi se clash ho raha tha.
Uska phone baar baar bajta raha, Mukesh ka naam screen pe flash karta hua, par woh har baar hang up karti thi, uski ungliyaan kaamp rahi thi, hont tight, ringing uske gunaah ki yaad dilata hua, uska jawab na dena uski achanak usse reject karne ko dikhata tha. Hotel ka fan charkhata raha, coffee aur idli ki khushboo bhari, par Maa ki tension isse kaat rahi thi, uska gunaah har nervous nazar mein saaf.“Maa, Mukesh itna kyun call kar raha hai?” maine poocha, mango juice peete hue, use phir hang up karte dekha, uska haath kaamp raha tha. “Yeh important nahi, beta,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz shaky, phone face-down rakhte hue. “Bas kuch baatein jo woh karna chahta hai, tujhe chinta karne ki zaroorat nahi.” “Par uska jawab kyun nahi deti?
Subah bhi humne usse baat nahi ki, kya tujhe nahi lagta tujhe reply karna chahiye?” maine dabaya, confused, meri innocence mujhe curious bana rahi thi. “Kya woh tujhse naraaz hai ya kuch?” “Nahi, Raj, aisa nahi hai,” usne kaha, awaaz vague, aankhein uske untouched dosa pe. “Woh bas… zyada call kar raha hai, main baad mein dekh lungi.” “Usne kya kiya, Maa?” maine poocha, aage jhukte hue, uska discomfort mehsoos karta hua. “Kya usne tujhe gussa dilaya?” “Raj, bas kar itne sawal,” usne kaha, awaaz mazboot, phir naram. “Woh achha aadmi nahi hai, beta, par main abhi explain nahi kar sakti, thik hai?
Bas chhod de.” “Woh achha kyun nahi hai, Maa?” maine poocha, na samajhte hue, mera dimag Mukesh ki muskaan ko yaad karta hua jab usne mujhe “achha Jedi” kaha tha. “Woh mere liye achha tha, usmein achanak kya galat ho gaya?” “Woh achha nahi hai, Raj,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz tez, phir naram. “Woh aise kaam karta hai jo logon ke saath thik nahi jate, jo galat hain, par tu abhi chhota hai samajhne ke liye, toh please, bas chhod de.”Mujhe samajh nahi aaya, par maine haan mein sir hilaya, uske shabd accept karte hue, bhale hi woh mujhe confuse kar rahe the.
Mujhe Maa aur Mukesh ki chudai dekhna pasand aa raha tha kal raat, mujhe lag raha tha yeh galat nahi, uski gaand ka hilna, uske moans ka thrill, par ab yeh ajeeb laga—uski achanak nafrat uske saath meri excitement se clash kar rahi thi, mujhe sawal utha rahi thi ki maine isse kyun pasand kiya jab woh ab use nahi chahti thi. Kuch galat tha.Uska chehra regret dikhata tha, jism tense, jaise woh kal raat ko mita dena chahti thi, par mujhe nahi samajh aaya kya badal gaya, usne ab usse nafrat kyun ki jab usne uske liye itna zor se moan kiya tha,
“Aaaahhh uuhhh.” Hum ghar pahunche, hamara chhota sa ghar jismein aangan mein aam ka ped tha, hawa jasmine aur dhool ki khushboo se bhari. Papa kaam pe the, unka scooter gaya hua tha, aur main soch raha tha Maa der se aane ka kya bahaana degi, uski saree crumpled, chehra gunaah se bhara.Ghar shant tha, living room mein purana sofa aur framed family photos ke saath khali laga bina Maa ke usual baaton ke, uski sewing basket untouched. Dopahar mein, main bahar khel raha tha, football kheench raha tha, suraj meri gardan pe garam, jab main andar aaya aur Maa ko living room mein nahi dekha jahan woh aam taur pe TV dekhti ya silai karti thi.
Curious, main hall mein chala, meri sneakers tile pe squeak karti hui, aur uske bedroom se dheemi siskiyon ki awaaz sunayi di, darwaza locked, awaaz dheemi par saaf. Meri curiosity jal uthi, dil tezi se dhadakta hua, sochta hua ki woh kyun ro rahi thi, Mukesh ne kya kiya ki woh aisi ho gayi, uski cheekhon ki yaad uske aansuon ke saath mil rahi thi, mujhe uneasy kar rahi thi, mera thrill confusion mein badal raha tha.Maine kaan darwaze pe lagaya, Maa ko phone pe sunayi diya, awaaz tooti hui, clearly Mukesh se baat kar rahi thi, par mujhe uski awaaz nahi sunayi di kyunki Maa usse phone pe baat kar rahi thi.
“Nahi, Mukesh, yeh khatam hai, main yeh aur nahi kar sakti,” Maa ne kaha, siskiyaan leti hui. “Mera parivaar mera sab kuch hai, Arun, Raj, woh meri zindagi hain, main aise unka bharosa nahi tod sakti.”“Tune mujhe bura insaan bana diya, Mukesh, ek buri maa,” woh royi, awaaz kacchi. “Agar Raj ya Arun ko pata chala, sab kuch barbaad ho jayega, woh mujhe kabhi pehle jaisa nahi dekhenge, main unhe hamesha ke liye kho doongi.”
“Tune mere sab ched ek randi ki tarah use kiye, main randi nahi banna chahti, main maa aur patni hoon, Mukesh, mera jism badal gaya,” usne kaha, awaaz kaamp rahi thi.“Yeh galti thi, mujhe laga yeh achha lagta hai, par yeh galat hai, maine tujhe mujhe hadd se zyada dhakelne diya, mujhe isse rokna chahiye tha.” Phir woh chup rahi, uski baat sunti hui, phir jawab diya, “Mujhe nafrat thi kaise tune mujhe treat kiya, Mukesh, jaise main bas tere maze ke liye thi, main teri nahi hoon, main apne pati ki hoon, tera nahi,” usne kaha, awaaz chadhti hui. “Mujhe achhe sanskaar diye gaye the, apne pati ka sammaan karne, apne bete se pyar karne, ek respectable aurat hone ke, aise gande kaam karne ke nahi.”
“Main Raj ke liye best maa banna chahti hoon, Mukesh, mujhe chhod de, dobara call mat kar,” woh royi, awaaz desperate. “Mujhe sanskaaron ke saath bada kiya gaya tha, parivaar ko pehle rakha, pavitra rehna, aur maine sab kuch tujh ke liye phenk diya, main is sharam ke saath nahi jee sakti.” “Mera parivaar nahi toot sakta, Mukesh, main aisa nahi hone doongi,” usne kaha, awaaz aansuon ke bawajood mazboot.
“Ek shaadi-shuda aurat ko pata hota hai cheating galat hai jab uska dil tootne lagta hai, aur mera dil ab toot raha hai, jab main apne bete ka bharosa, apne pati ka pyar chhupta hua dekhti hoon, jab mujhe ehsaas hota hai maine khud ko kho diya.” “Main jhooth nahi bolungi, mujhe tujhse sex karna pasand tha aur maine enjoy kiya, par ab yeh khatam hai please, main apne purane tareeke mein apne parivaar ke saath wapas jana chahti hoon, tujhse nahi, tu mere liye ajnabi hai.”“Nahi, Mukesh, mujhe akela chhod de,” usne kaha, awaaz toot rahi thi.
“Nahi, main khatam hoon, dobara call mat kar, main yeh nahi kar sakti.” Usne phone kaat diya, uski cheekhein aur tez ho gayi, darwaze ke aar se chubhti hui, mera seena tight kar rahi thi. Mujhe bura laga, dil bhari, samajh aaya woh apne gunaah ki wajah se ro rahi thi, Papa ke saath dhokha, uski sharam Mukesh se apne muh, chut aur meethi gaand chudwane ke liye, uska jism hamesha ke liye marked, uska pavitra maa ka role toot gaya.Ab mujhe samajh aaya ki us subah, jab usne mujhe jaldi se Mukesh ke flat se nikala, uska chehra tense, kadam tez, saree jaldi se daali hui, choodiyaan khanakti hui jab usne purse pakda, aankhein bedroom se bachti hui jahan usne “Aaaahhh uuhhh” moan kiya tha.
Use der se ehsaas hua usne kya kiya, uski gaand loose, uski aatma dhokhe se bhari, der kyunki uska jism badal chuka tha, uska parivaar khatre mein.Yeh ajeeb tha—usne kal raat sex ko pasand kiya, uske moans tez, gaand hilti hui, par ab usne usse nafrat ki, uska achanak badlaav mujhe confuse kar raha tha, mera unki chudai ka thrill ab galat lag raha tha jab usne use reject kiya. Maine darwaza khatkhata, awaaz naram, “Maa, tu kyun ro rahi hai?” Meri curiosity jal rahi thi, mera dimag uski cheekhon ko replay karta hua, uske aansu ek mystery, mera dil uske gunaah ko pasand karne aur uske dard ko dekhne ke beech phansa hua.
Maa ne darwaza khola, chehra aansuon se geela, aankhein laal, saree crumpled, aur mujhe zor se gale lagaya, meri kandhe pe siskiyaan leti hui, jism kaamp raha tha. “Oh, Raj, beta,” woh royi, awaaz tooti hui. Usne mujhe living room mein le gayi, sofa pe baithayi, baithne mein takleef hui, uski gaand dard karti thi, aur main andar se muskuraya, jaanta hua yeh Mukesh ke lund ne uski gaand barbaad kar di thi.
Woh aur zor se royi, “Main buri maa rahi, Raj, tujhpe chillayi, teri baat nahi suni, waisi nahi rahi jaisi honi chahiye, mujhe maaf kar.”“Thik hai, Maa,” maine kaha, uske haath pe thapki dete hue, awaaz naram. “Tu abhi bhi meri Maa hai, main tujhse pyar karta hoon.” Mujhe pata tha woh randi thi, uske ched Mukesh ne use kiye, uski gaand aur muh uske lund se marked, ek sach jo woh mita nahi sakti, meri aankhon mein uski pavitra tasveer toot gayi, uske aansu uske dhokhe ko chhupa nahi sakte the.
“Papa ko mat batana main kisi ke saath thi, Raj,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz dheemi, aansu pochti hui. “Yeh important hai, beta, hamare parivaar ke khushi ke liye.”“Tu kiske saath thi, Maa? Mujhe samajh nahi aaya,” maine poocha, confused, meri innocence mujhe push karti hui. “Kya Mukesh ke saath?” “Kisi ke saath nahi, Raj,” usne kaha, awaaz vague, aankhein farsh pe. “Bas… Papa ko mat batana, thik hai? Ghar mein cheezein mushkil ho jayengi.” “Mukesh ne kya kiya, Maa?” maine dabaya, aage jhukte hue, uska dard mehsoos karta hua. “Tu itni udaas kyun hai?” “Raj, please,” usne kaha, awaaz tez, phir naram.
“Woh achha aadmi nahi hai, par main abhi explain nahi kar sakti, bas mujhpe bharosa kar, Papa ko mat batana.” “Thik hai, Maa,” maine kaha, use gale lagate hue, awaaz naram. “Main nahi bataunga, mat ro.” Maine use tasalli di, par mujhe uska raaz pata tha, uske ched doosre mard ne chode, uske aansu isse nahi badal sakte, mera thrill uske gunaah se clash kar raha tha. Us sham, Papa ghar aaye, shirt kaam se crumpled, engine oil ki khushboo, chehra thaka hua par khush.“Rekha, kal raat tu der se kyun aayi?” usne poocha, apna bag rakhte hue, awaaz curious. “Main ruk gayi thi, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz kaamp rahi thi, aankhein aansuon se bhar rahi thi.
“Kuch nahi, bas thodi der ho gayi, chinta mat kar.” “Kya baat hai, Rekha?” Papa ne poocha, uske bagal mein sofa pe baithte hue, haath uske kandhe pe. “Tu kyun ro rahi hai? Bata kya hua.”“Kuch nahi, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, siskiyaan leti hui, chehra pochti hui. “Main bas chahti hoon hamara parivaar mazboot rahe, main tujhe ya Raj ko kabhi dard nahi doongi.” “Dard dene ki baat kyun?” Papa ne poocha, confused, bhaun chipak gayi. “Rekha, kya ho raha hai? Tu mujhe dara rahi hai.” “Main hamare parivaar se pyar karti hoon, Arun,” Maa royi, awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main chahti hoon hum saath rahen, main tujhe kabhi dhokha nahi doongi, kasam se.” “Dhokha? Rekha, tu aisa kyun bol rahi hai?” Papa ne poocha, awaaz chinta se bhari, uske aansu pochta hua. “Kya baat hai jo tujhe aise behave karne pe majboor kar rahi hai?”“Main thik hoon, Arun,” usne kaha, awaaz vague, aansu girte hue. “Main bas… tujhse pyar karti hoon, main chahti hoon hum khush rahen, bas.” Agar Papa ko pata hota Maa ne kya kiya—uski gaand Mukesh ne chodi, uske moans, uska muh uske gande lund pe—woh use gale nahi lagata, uski cheekhon ko nahi sunta, use dhakka deta, dil uske dhokhe se toot jata, bharosa chhinn-bhinn.
Papa dil ka saaf, mehnati tha, yakeen karta tha Maa uski pyari patni hai, par woh ek pretender thi, pavitra jaisi ro rahi thi jabki apne randi kaam chhupa rahi thi, uska jism doosre mard se marked, uske aansu uske raaz ko chhupane ka mask.“Bata, Rekha,” Papa ne dabaya, awaaz naram par mazboot. “Kya baat hai, tu aisi kyun hai?” “Kuch nahi, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, dodge karti hui, awaaz kamzor. “Main chahti hoon hum romantic date pe jayein, tu, main, Raj, jaise hamara hill station trip, yaad hai?” “Date?” Papa ne poocha, hairaan, aankhein badi. “Tu ro rahi hai aur date ki baat kar rahi hai, Rekha, kya ho raha hai?”
“Bata mujhe tu mujhse pyar karta hai, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, aur zor se roti hui, uska haath pakadte hue. “Mujhe sunna hai, please.” “Main tujhse pyar karta hoon, Rekha,” Papa ne kaha, awaaz confused par naram. “Par tu itni ajeeb kyun behave kar rahi hai?” “Main bhi tujhse pyar karti hoon, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, aansu behte hue. “Main tujhe kabhi dhokha nahi doongi, tu mera sab kuch hai, hamara parivaar meri zindagi hai.” Main andar se hasa, uske yeh kehte hue ki woh kabhi dhokha nahi degi, jaanta hua uske ched Mukesh ne use kiye, uski gaand loose, uska muh ganda, uske shabd jhooth.
Papa confused the, chehra chinta dikhata hua, soch raha tha woh itni emotional kyun thi, uska bharosa uske gunaah ke liye andha. Us raat, Maa Papa ke saath sex chahti thi, awaaz naram jab usne use bedroom mein khincha, darwaza aadha khula. Main chhupkar hall mein dekha, par unka sex dull tha, dheemi harkatein, Maa ke “Aaaahhh uuhhh” jaise moans nahi jo Mukesh ke saath the.
Mera lund sakht nahi hua, dil tezi se nahi dhadka, yeh kaam Mukesh ke gaand chudai, uske jism ke wild hilne ke muqable mein boring tha. Main chahta tha woh Mukesh ke saath wapas jaye, randi ki tarah chudi jaye, uski gaand hilti hui, cheekhein tez, Papa ke naram chhuan se thrill khatam. Mujhe laga main bura ban raha hoon, gande kaam ki chahat, chahta tha Maa phir se Mukesh ki randi bane, mera dimag twisted, innocence khatam hoti hui.Baad mein, Papa ne doggystyle maanga, woh chahta tha Maa jhukkar chude, awaaz utsaah se bhari, “Rekha, chalo aise karte hain, bahut din ho gaye jab maine teri chut chodi jab tu jhuki hui thi, mujhe apni patni ki badi gaand is position mein dekhna pasand hai.”
Maa tense ho gayi, chehra peela, “Nahi, Arun, main thak gayi hoon, main ab jhuk nahi sakti.” Woh jhagde, Papa ki awaaz chadhi, “Kyun nahi, Rekha? Bas hum dono hain, kya problem hai?”Maa ne jhatka diya, “Maine kaha nahi, Arun, main nahi kar sakti, main thak gayi hoon, bas mujhe upar aakar chod, main doggystyle mein nahi jhuk sakti.” Mujhe pata tha kyun—use darr tha Papa uski loose gaand dekh lega agar woh doggystyle mein jhuki, uski gaand Mukesh ne stretch ki thi, uske dhokhe ka saboot us position mein saaf, uska jism uske raaz ko betray karta hua.Agar woh doggystyle mein jhuk jati, uski gaand ka ched khula hota kyunki woh loose thi, toh Papa sochta ki uski gaand itni loose kyun hai jabki usne kabhi uski gaand nahi chodi.Papa ne aah bhari, “Mujhe maaf kar, Rekha, main tujhe push nahi karna chahiye tha.” Usne use peeth pe letakar choda, kaam tez, das minute se bhi kam, koi passion nahi, bas chupke se grunts, phir woh so gaye, bistar mushkil se charkhata hua, kamra andhera, hawa Maa ke chhupe gunaah se bhari.
Agli subah, Maa ne mujhe uthaya, uski awaaz naram par tani hui, “Raj, beta, uthne ka waqt hai.” Woh pehle se taiyaar thi, hari cotton saree neatly pehni hui, maathe pe sindoor chamakta hua, choodiyaan khanakti hui jab usne apna pallu adjust kiya, par woh alag lag rahi thi, khush nahi.
Uski aankhein bhari, laal-rimmed, kal raat wala glow nahi jo maine dekha tha jab usne Mukesh ko chuma, chehra tight, hont patle se dabaye hue, jaise koi chhupa sharam leke chal rahi ho.Uski harkatein dheemi, sambhal ke, jaise har kadam dard de raha ho, aur mujhe pata tha yeh Mukesh ki brutal chudai ki wajah se tha, uski gaand ka ched stretch aur dardbhara, uska gunaah ab surface pe aa raha tha, use ek anjaan si banata hua, woh khush Maa nahi jo hill station trip pe bhajan gaati thi ya meri rakhi muskurate hue bandhti thi.
Flat shant tha, subah ki roshni pardo se chhanti hui, kal raat ke biryani masala ki khushboo abhi bhi thi, uske tani hui demeanor ke saath clash karti hui. “Subah, Maa,” maine kaha, jamhaai lete hue, mattress pe baithkar, aankhein ragadte hue. “Tu thik hai? Tu thaki hui lag rahi hai.”
“Subah, beta,” Maa ne jawab diya, awaaz zabardasti, ek chhoti si muskaan dete hue jab woh bistar ke kinare baithi, thoda sa wince karti hui. “Main thik hoon, bas achhi neend nahi aayi. Humein jaldi jana hai, thik hai?” “Itni jaldi kyun?” maine poocha, apni purani Star Wars T-shirt pehente hue, uski jaldi se confused. “Kya Mukesh humare saath aa raha hai? Usne kaha tha main apni lightsaber moves se achha Jedi hoon.”
“Nahi, Raj, woh abhi so raha hai, woh thaka hua hai,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz flat, dheere se khadi hoti hui, meri aankhon se bachti hui. “Chalo bas taiyaar ho jao aur chupke se nikalte hain.” “Usko bye bolne ke liye kyun nahi uthaya? Tumne kaha tha woh humara achha dost hai,” maine poocha, jooton ke lace bandhte hue, dimag tezi se chalta hua. “Woh tera dost hai, na? Woh jaanna chahega hum ja rahe hain.”
“Humein use disturb karne ki zaroorat nahi, beta,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz vague, apna purse pakadte hue. “Woh thaka hua hai, aur humein ghar jana hai, bas.” “Par kyun, Maa?” maine dabaya, khada hokar, kuch galat lagne laga. “Kya uske saath kuch hua?” “Kuch nahi, Raj,” usne kaha, awaaz thodi tez, phir naram hoti hui. “Bas… chalo, thik hai? Baad mein baat karenge.” Uski vague jawab mujhe frustrate kar rahe the, par maine uska peechha kiya, uske chehre pe gunaah ki chhaya, uski usual warmth gayab, ek nervous edge se badal gayi jo mujhe curious bana rahi thi. Mujhe nahi pata tha unke beech kya hua aur Maa aise kyun behave kar rahi thi.
Hum paas ke hotel tak chale, subah ka suraj garam, sadak vendors ke chillane aur rickshaw ke horn se zinda, dosa talne ki khushboo dhool ke saath milti hui.Jab hum chale, Maa ki moti gaand hili jab woh chalti thi, uski saree uske curves pe chipki hui, harkat captivating, aur mujhe yakeen nahi hua uski gaand kal raat itni buri tarah chodi gayi thi, Mukesh ka lund uske gaand ke ched ko stretch karta hua, use loose aur dardbhara chhodta hua jab woh maze mein moan karti thi. Woh sambhal ke chalti thi, har kadam jaan bujhkar, jaise har sway dard deta ho, choodiyaan dheere se khanakti hui, chehra discomfort se tight.
Hotel pe, ek chhota sa jagah plastic chairs aur creaky ceiling fan ke saath, hum breakfast ke liye baithe, par Maa ko baithne mein takleef ho rahi thi, jab woh kursi pe dheere se baithi, haath table ko pakadte hue, jism stiff. Mujhe pata tha kyun, kyunki uski gaand barbaad ho chuki thi, Mukesh ki kal raat ki relentless gaand chudai ne use baithne mein dard diya, uski cheekhein, “Aaaahhh uuhhh,” meri yaad mein taaza, mujhe andar se muskurata hua, uske gunaah ka thrill abhi bhi mazboot.“Maa, tu aise kyun baith rahi hai?” maine poocha, dosa kaatkar, coconut chutney ka teekha swad meri jeebh pe, use uncomfortably shift karte dekha.
“Bas thoda dard hai, beta,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz strained, phir se wince karti hui jab usne adjust kiya. “Maine shayad galat soya, kuch kheench gaya hoga.” “Bura lagta hai, Maa,” maine kaha, use gaur se dekhte hue, uska chehra peela. “Tu sure hai bas galat sona hai?” “Haan, Raj,” usne kaha, zabardasti muskurati hui, meri aankhon se bachti hui. “Chinta mat kar, main thik ho jaungi, bas apna breakfast kha.”
Uski vague jawab mujhe curious bana rahe the, par maine nahi dabaya, hotel ka shor—plates ki khankhana, baatein—shanti ko bhar raha tha. Maa guilty lag rahi thi, chehra sharam se bhari, aankhein idhar udhar jati hui jaise darr tha koi uske dil ke raaz dekh lega. Mujhe nahi pata tha itni achhi subah mein woh aise kyun behave kar rahi thi.Main samajh sakta tha woh kal raat ke baare mein soch rahi thi, Mukesh ka lund uske gaand ke ched mein, uske moans, uska samarpan, ab uspe ek bhari patthar ki tarah wazan daal raha tha, usse lag raha tha shayad usne galat kiya, maa ke role ka uski ban gayi randi se clash ho raha tha.
Uska phone baar baar bajta raha, Mukesh ka naam screen pe flash karta hua, par woh har baar hang up karti thi, uski ungliyaan kaamp rahi thi, hont tight, ringing uske gunaah ki yaad dilata hua, uska jawab na dena uski achanak usse reject karne ko dikhata tha. Hotel ka fan charkhata raha, coffee aur idli ki khushboo bhari, par Maa ki tension isse kaat rahi thi, uska gunaah har nervous nazar mein saaf.“Maa, Mukesh itna kyun call kar raha hai?” maine poocha, mango juice peete hue, use phir hang up karte dekha, uska haath kaamp raha tha. “Yeh important nahi, beta,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz shaky, phone face-down rakhte hue. “Bas kuch baatein jo woh karna chahta hai, tujhe chinta karne ki zaroorat nahi.” “Par uska jawab kyun nahi deti?
Subah bhi humne usse baat nahi ki, kya tujhe nahi lagta tujhe reply karna chahiye?” maine dabaya, confused, meri innocence mujhe curious bana rahi thi. “Kya woh tujhse naraaz hai ya kuch?” “Nahi, Raj, aisa nahi hai,” usne kaha, awaaz vague, aankhein uske untouched dosa pe. “Woh bas… zyada call kar raha hai, main baad mein dekh lungi.” “Usne kya kiya, Maa?” maine poocha, aage jhukte hue, uska discomfort mehsoos karta hua. “Kya usne tujhe gussa dilaya?” “Raj, bas kar itne sawal,” usne kaha, awaaz mazboot, phir naram. “Woh achha aadmi nahi hai, beta, par main abhi explain nahi kar sakti, thik hai?
Bas chhod de.” “Woh achha kyun nahi hai, Maa?” maine poocha, na samajhte hue, mera dimag Mukesh ki muskaan ko yaad karta hua jab usne mujhe “achha Jedi” kaha tha. “Woh mere liye achha tha, usmein achanak kya galat ho gaya?” “Woh achha nahi hai, Raj,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz tez, phir naram. “Woh aise kaam karta hai jo logon ke saath thik nahi jate, jo galat hain, par tu abhi chhota hai samajhne ke liye, toh please, bas chhod de.”Mujhe samajh nahi aaya, par maine haan mein sir hilaya, uske shabd accept karte hue, bhale hi woh mujhe confuse kar rahe the.
Mujhe Maa aur Mukesh ki chudai dekhna pasand aa raha tha kal raat, mujhe lag raha tha yeh galat nahi, uski gaand ka hilna, uske moans ka thrill, par ab yeh ajeeb laga—uski achanak nafrat uske saath meri excitement se clash kar rahi thi, mujhe sawal utha rahi thi ki maine isse kyun pasand kiya jab woh ab use nahi chahti thi. Kuch galat tha.Uska chehra regret dikhata tha, jism tense, jaise woh kal raat ko mita dena chahti thi, par mujhe nahi samajh aaya kya badal gaya, usne ab usse nafrat kyun ki jab usne uske liye itna zor se moan kiya tha,
“Aaaahhh uuhhh.” Hum ghar pahunche, hamara chhota sa ghar jismein aangan mein aam ka ped tha, hawa jasmine aur dhool ki khushboo se bhari. Papa kaam pe the, unka scooter gaya hua tha, aur main soch raha tha Maa der se aane ka kya bahaana degi, uski saree crumpled, chehra gunaah se bhara.Ghar shant tha, living room mein purana sofa aur framed family photos ke saath khali laga bina Maa ke usual baaton ke, uski sewing basket untouched. Dopahar mein, main bahar khel raha tha, football kheench raha tha, suraj meri gardan pe garam, jab main andar aaya aur Maa ko living room mein nahi dekha jahan woh aam taur pe TV dekhti ya silai karti thi.
Curious, main hall mein chala, meri sneakers tile pe squeak karti hui, aur uske bedroom se dheemi siskiyon ki awaaz sunayi di, darwaza locked, awaaz dheemi par saaf. Meri curiosity jal uthi, dil tezi se dhadakta hua, sochta hua ki woh kyun ro rahi thi, Mukesh ne kya kiya ki woh aisi ho gayi, uski cheekhon ki yaad uske aansuon ke saath mil rahi thi, mujhe uneasy kar rahi thi, mera thrill confusion mein badal raha tha.Maine kaan darwaze pe lagaya, Maa ko phone pe sunayi diya, awaaz tooti hui, clearly Mukesh se baat kar rahi thi, par mujhe uski awaaz nahi sunayi di kyunki Maa usse phone pe baat kar rahi thi.
“Nahi, Mukesh, yeh khatam hai, main yeh aur nahi kar sakti,” Maa ne kaha, siskiyaan leti hui. “Mera parivaar mera sab kuch hai, Arun, Raj, woh meri zindagi hain, main aise unka bharosa nahi tod sakti.”“Tune mujhe bura insaan bana diya, Mukesh, ek buri maa,” woh royi, awaaz kacchi. “Agar Raj ya Arun ko pata chala, sab kuch barbaad ho jayega, woh mujhe kabhi pehle jaisa nahi dekhenge, main unhe hamesha ke liye kho doongi.”
“Tune mere sab ched ek randi ki tarah use kiye, main randi nahi banna chahti, main maa aur patni hoon, Mukesh, mera jism badal gaya,” usne kaha, awaaz kaamp rahi thi.“Yeh galti thi, mujhe laga yeh achha lagta hai, par yeh galat hai, maine tujhe mujhe hadd se zyada dhakelne diya, mujhe isse rokna chahiye tha.” Phir woh chup rahi, uski baat sunti hui, phir jawab diya, “Mujhe nafrat thi kaise tune mujhe treat kiya, Mukesh, jaise main bas tere maze ke liye thi, main teri nahi hoon, main apne pati ki hoon, tera nahi,” usne kaha, awaaz chadhti hui. “Mujhe achhe sanskaar diye gaye the, apne pati ka sammaan karne, apne bete se pyar karne, ek respectable aurat hone ke, aise gande kaam karne ke nahi.”
“Main Raj ke liye best maa banna chahti hoon, Mukesh, mujhe chhod de, dobara call mat kar,” woh royi, awaaz desperate. “Mujhe sanskaaron ke saath bada kiya gaya tha, parivaar ko pehle rakha, pavitra rehna, aur maine sab kuch tujh ke liye phenk diya, main is sharam ke saath nahi jee sakti.” “Mera parivaar nahi toot sakta, Mukesh, main aisa nahi hone doongi,” usne kaha, awaaz aansuon ke bawajood mazboot.
“Ek shaadi-shuda aurat ko pata hota hai cheating galat hai jab uska dil tootne lagta hai, aur mera dil ab toot raha hai, jab main apne bete ka bharosa, apne pati ka pyar chhupta hua dekhti hoon, jab mujhe ehsaas hota hai maine khud ko kho diya.” “Main jhooth nahi bolungi, mujhe tujhse sex karna pasand tha aur maine enjoy kiya, par ab yeh khatam hai please, main apne purane tareeke mein apne parivaar ke saath wapas jana chahti hoon, tujhse nahi, tu mere liye ajnabi hai.”“Nahi, Mukesh, mujhe akela chhod de,” usne kaha, awaaz toot rahi thi.
“Nahi, main khatam hoon, dobara call mat kar, main yeh nahi kar sakti.” Usne phone kaat diya, uski cheekhein aur tez ho gayi, darwaze ke aar se chubhti hui, mera seena tight kar rahi thi. Mujhe bura laga, dil bhari, samajh aaya woh apne gunaah ki wajah se ro rahi thi, Papa ke saath dhokha, uski sharam Mukesh se apne muh, chut aur meethi gaand chudwane ke liye, uska jism hamesha ke liye marked, uska pavitra maa ka role toot gaya.Ab mujhe samajh aaya ki us subah, jab usne mujhe jaldi se Mukesh ke flat se nikala, uska chehra tense, kadam tez, saree jaldi se daali hui, choodiyaan khanakti hui jab usne purse pakda, aankhein bedroom se bachti hui jahan usne “Aaaahhh uuhhh” moan kiya tha.
Use der se ehsaas hua usne kya kiya, uski gaand loose, uski aatma dhokhe se bhari, der kyunki uska jism badal chuka tha, uska parivaar khatre mein.Yeh ajeeb tha—usne kal raat sex ko pasand kiya, uske moans tez, gaand hilti hui, par ab usne usse nafrat ki, uska achanak badlaav mujhe confuse kar raha tha, mera unki chudai ka thrill ab galat lag raha tha jab usne use reject kiya. Maine darwaza khatkhata, awaaz naram, “Maa, tu kyun ro rahi hai?” Meri curiosity jal rahi thi, mera dimag uski cheekhon ko replay karta hua, uske aansu ek mystery, mera dil uske gunaah ko pasand karne aur uske dard ko dekhne ke beech phansa hua.
Maa ne darwaza khola, chehra aansuon se geela, aankhein laal, saree crumpled, aur mujhe zor se gale lagaya, meri kandhe pe siskiyaan leti hui, jism kaamp raha tha. “Oh, Raj, beta,” woh royi, awaaz tooti hui. Usne mujhe living room mein le gayi, sofa pe baithayi, baithne mein takleef hui, uski gaand dard karti thi, aur main andar se muskuraya, jaanta hua yeh Mukesh ke lund ne uski gaand barbaad kar di thi.
Woh aur zor se royi, “Main buri maa rahi, Raj, tujhpe chillayi, teri baat nahi suni, waisi nahi rahi jaisi honi chahiye, mujhe maaf kar.”“Thik hai, Maa,” maine kaha, uske haath pe thapki dete hue, awaaz naram. “Tu abhi bhi meri Maa hai, main tujhse pyar karta hoon.” Mujhe pata tha woh randi thi, uske ched Mukesh ne use kiye, uski gaand aur muh uske lund se marked, ek sach jo woh mita nahi sakti, meri aankhon mein uski pavitra tasveer toot gayi, uske aansu uske dhokhe ko chhupa nahi sakte the.
“Papa ko mat batana main kisi ke saath thi, Raj,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz dheemi, aansu pochti hui. “Yeh important hai, beta, hamare parivaar ke khushi ke liye.”“Tu kiske saath thi, Maa? Mujhe samajh nahi aaya,” maine poocha, confused, meri innocence mujhe push karti hui. “Kya Mukesh ke saath?” “Kisi ke saath nahi, Raj,” usne kaha, awaaz vague, aankhein farsh pe. “Bas… Papa ko mat batana, thik hai? Ghar mein cheezein mushkil ho jayengi.” “Mukesh ne kya kiya, Maa?” maine dabaya, aage jhukte hue, uska dard mehsoos karta hua. “Tu itni udaas kyun hai?” “Raj, please,” usne kaha, awaaz tez, phir naram.
“Woh achha aadmi nahi hai, par main abhi explain nahi kar sakti, bas mujhpe bharosa kar, Papa ko mat batana.” “Thik hai, Maa,” maine kaha, use gale lagate hue, awaaz naram. “Main nahi bataunga, mat ro.” Maine use tasalli di, par mujhe uska raaz pata tha, uske ched doosre mard ne chode, uske aansu isse nahi badal sakte, mera thrill uske gunaah se clash kar raha tha. Us sham, Papa ghar aaye, shirt kaam se crumpled, engine oil ki khushboo, chehra thaka hua par khush.“Rekha, kal raat tu der se kyun aayi?” usne poocha, apna bag rakhte hue, awaaz curious. “Main ruk gayi thi, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, awaaz kaamp rahi thi, aankhein aansuon se bhar rahi thi.
“Kuch nahi, bas thodi der ho gayi, chinta mat kar.” “Kya baat hai, Rekha?” Papa ne poocha, uske bagal mein sofa pe baithte hue, haath uske kandhe pe. “Tu kyun ro rahi hai? Bata kya hua.”“Kuch nahi, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, siskiyaan leti hui, chehra pochti hui. “Main bas chahti hoon hamara parivaar mazboot rahe, main tujhe ya Raj ko kabhi dard nahi doongi.” “Dard dene ki baat kyun?” Papa ne poocha, confused, bhaun chipak gayi. “Rekha, kya ho raha hai? Tu mujhe dara rahi hai.” “Main hamare parivaar se pyar karti hoon, Arun,” Maa royi, awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main chahti hoon hum saath rahen, main tujhe kabhi dhokha nahi doongi, kasam se.” “Dhokha? Rekha, tu aisa kyun bol rahi hai?” Papa ne poocha, awaaz chinta se bhari, uske aansu pochta hua. “Kya baat hai jo tujhe aise behave karne pe majboor kar rahi hai?”“Main thik hoon, Arun,” usne kaha, awaaz vague, aansu girte hue. “Main bas… tujhse pyar karti hoon, main chahti hoon hum khush rahen, bas.” Agar Papa ko pata hota Maa ne kya kiya—uski gaand Mukesh ne chodi, uske moans, uska muh uske gande lund pe—woh use gale nahi lagata, uski cheekhon ko nahi sunta, use dhakka deta, dil uske dhokhe se toot jata, bharosa chhinn-bhinn.
Papa dil ka saaf, mehnati tha, yakeen karta tha Maa uski pyari patni hai, par woh ek pretender thi, pavitra jaisi ro rahi thi jabki apne randi kaam chhupa rahi thi, uska jism doosre mard se marked, uske aansu uske raaz ko chhupane ka mask.“Bata, Rekha,” Papa ne dabaya, awaaz naram par mazboot. “Kya baat hai, tu aisi kyun hai?” “Kuch nahi, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, dodge karti hui, awaaz kamzor. “Main chahti hoon hum romantic date pe jayein, tu, main, Raj, jaise hamara hill station trip, yaad hai?” “Date?” Papa ne poocha, hairaan, aankhein badi. “Tu ro rahi hai aur date ki baat kar rahi hai, Rekha, kya ho raha hai?”
“Bata mujhe tu mujhse pyar karta hai, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, aur zor se roti hui, uska haath pakadte hue. “Mujhe sunna hai, please.” “Main tujhse pyar karta hoon, Rekha,” Papa ne kaha, awaaz confused par naram. “Par tu itni ajeeb kyun behave kar rahi hai?” “Main bhi tujhse pyar karti hoon, Arun,” Maa ne kaha, aansu behte hue. “Main tujhe kabhi dhokha nahi doongi, tu mera sab kuch hai, hamara parivaar meri zindagi hai.” Main andar se hasa, uske yeh kehte hue ki woh kabhi dhokha nahi degi, jaanta hua uske ched Mukesh ne use kiye, uski gaand loose, uska muh ganda, uske shabd jhooth.
Papa confused the, chehra chinta dikhata hua, soch raha tha woh itni emotional kyun thi, uska bharosa uske gunaah ke liye andha. Us raat, Maa Papa ke saath sex chahti thi, awaaz naram jab usne use bedroom mein khincha, darwaza aadha khula. Main chhupkar hall mein dekha, par unka sex dull tha, dheemi harkatein, Maa ke “Aaaahhh uuhhh” jaise moans nahi jo Mukesh ke saath the.
Mera lund sakht nahi hua, dil tezi se nahi dhadka, yeh kaam Mukesh ke gaand chudai, uske jism ke wild hilne ke muqable mein boring tha. Main chahta tha woh Mukesh ke saath wapas jaye, randi ki tarah chudi jaye, uski gaand hilti hui, cheekhein tez, Papa ke naram chhuan se thrill khatam. Mujhe laga main bura ban raha hoon, gande kaam ki chahat, chahta tha Maa phir se Mukesh ki randi bane, mera dimag twisted, innocence khatam hoti hui.Baad mein, Papa ne doggystyle maanga, woh chahta tha Maa jhukkar chude, awaaz utsaah se bhari, “Rekha, chalo aise karte hain, bahut din ho gaye jab maine teri chut chodi jab tu jhuki hui thi, mujhe apni patni ki badi gaand is position mein dekhna pasand hai.”
Maa tense ho gayi, chehra peela, “Nahi, Arun, main thak gayi hoon, main ab jhuk nahi sakti.” Woh jhagde, Papa ki awaaz chadhi, “Kyun nahi, Rekha? Bas hum dono hain, kya problem hai?”Maa ne jhatka diya, “Maine kaha nahi, Arun, main nahi kar sakti, main thak gayi hoon, bas mujhe upar aakar chod, main doggystyle mein nahi jhuk sakti.” Mujhe pata tha kyun—use darr tha Papa uski loose gaand dekh lega agar woh doggystyle mein jhuki, uski gaand Mukesh ne stretch ki thi, uske dhokhe ka saboot us position mein saaf, uska jism uske raaz ko betray karta hua.Agar woh doggystyle mein jhuk jati, uski gaand ka ched khula hota kyunki woh loose thi, toh Papa sochta ki uski gaand itni loose kyun hai jabki usne kabhi uski gaand nahi chodi.Papa ne aah bhari, “Mujhe maaf kar, Rekha, main tujhe push nahi karna chahiye tha.” Usne use peeth pe letakar choda, kaam tez, das minute se bhi kam, koi passion nahi, bas chupke se grunts, phir woh so gaye, bistar mushkil se charkhata hua, kamra andhera, hawa Maa ke chhupe gunaah se bhari.
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