Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

USB drive meri jeb mein bhari laga, jaise koi raaz jal raha ho, jab main ghar ki taraf chala, dhool bhari sadkon par, suraj neeche dhal raha tha, lambi chhaya daal raha tha, galiyon mein sabzi wale aam ke bare mein chillate hue, aur rickshaw horn bajate hue guzar rahe the. Par mera dimaag Mukesh ke gande shabdon par atka tha, uski awaaz goonj rahi thi, Mom ke jangli cheekhon ke bare mein, “Aaaahhh uuhhh, Mukesh, aur gehre!” jo usne mujhe video mein dikhaya tha.Mera dil dhadka, us USB drive ko Mom ko dene ke khayal se, taki woh dekhe aur Mukesh use blackmail kare, woh video jo usne chupke se banaya tha, use apne gande duniya mein wapas khichne ke liye. Mom ka uske jaal mein phasna, uska jism uske asar se nishaan laga hua, yeh soch kar mera lund meri shorts mein hilne laga, mera jawan dimaag us paap ke liye tars raha tha, jo ganda excitement Mukesh ne mere andar gehre daal diya tha, mujhe use sach karne ke liye uksa raha tha.


Main ghar pahuncha, neela darwaza kholte hue uski cheekh sunai di, courtyard mein chameli ke phoolon ki meethi khushboo shaam ki dhool bhari garmi ko kaat rahi thi. Maine darwaza khatkhata, meri ungliyan lakdi par zor se lagi, awaaz shant hawa mein tez thi, par koi jawab nahi aaya.Shanti bhari thi, sirf padosi ke radio se ek halki si gaana ki awaaz deewar ke upar se aa rahi thi. Maine phir khatkhata, aur zor se, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, meri ungliyan darwaze ke frame par pasine se geeli thi, par abhi bhi koi nahi aaya. Maine jeb mein haath dala, mera haath kaanp raha tha jab maine spare chaabi nikali, dhaat meri twacha par thandi thi, pasine se chikni.Maine chaabi ko taale mein dala, click ki awaaz tez thi, jaise mujhe andar ke raaz ke bare mein chetavni de rahi ho, aur darwaza khola, andhere hallway mein kadam rakha. 


Ghar mein agarbatti aur pakaye hue chawal ki khushboo thi, par ek aur awaaz thi—ek halki si siskari, “Ooh… aaahhh…” Mom ke bedroom se aa rahi thi, dheemi aur zarurat se bhari, meri pet mein excitement ka jhatka de rahi thi, mera lund meri shorts mein hilne laga.Maine darwaza dhire se band kiya, mere sneakers tile floor par halke the, thandi tiles bahar ki garm hawa ke mukable mein thi. Mere kaan us awaaz ko phir sunne ke liye taras rahe the, aur woh tez hui, ek siskariyon ki ladi, “Ooh… haan… aur gehre…” hallway mein goonj rahi thi, kacchi aur bhukhi, deewaron se takra rahi thi. Yeh awaaz ne mera dil tezi se dhadkaya, mera dimaag soch raha tha kya usse aisi siskari karwa raha tha, kya woh kisi private pal mein khoi hui thi.


Yeh awaaz mujhe us raat ki yaad dilayi jab maine uske darwaze ke peeche se suna, “Mukesh, meri gaand chod!” uski awaaz jangli aur bechain, jaise use kuch chahiye jo uske paas nahi tha. Hallway andhera tha, Mom ke kamre se halki roshni mujhe kheech rahi thi, meri curiosity har kadam ke saath aur jalne lagi. Main dhire chala, mere kadam sambhal ke, mera backpack kandhon par bhari, USB drive aur Mukesh ke gifts wala black bag andar, unke raaz se mujhe neeche kheech raha tha.Mom ke bedroom darwaze se ek halki peeli roshni nikal rahi thi, thoda sa khula, floor par ek patli roshni ki lakeer, jaise mujhe kheech rahi ho. Siskariyan aur tez hui, “Aaaahhh… haan…” har ek mere jism mein sihran bhej rahi thi, mera lund meri shorts mein dard kar raha tha jab main darwaze tak pahuncha, meri saans tezi se chhoti, mera dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki laga shayad yeh mujhe de de.


Darwaza thoda sa khula tha, jisse main jhaank saka, aur jo maine dekha usne meri aankhein chhoti kar di, mera lund meri shorts mein itna sakht ho gaya ki dard hua, yeh nazara mere dimaag mein jal gaya. Mom pet ke bal leti hui thi, bilkul nangi, uska jism bistar par faila hua, chadaron mein uljha hua, jaise koi jang lad rahi ho.




     





Kamra ek bikhra hua tha, uski purani safai se bilkul alag. Panties—laal, kaala, lacy, aur saadha—har jagah bikhre hue, kuch kursi par latke, kuch bistar ke paas mudhe hue, uski purani aadaton ke bilkul ulat. 


Dost, jab Mom Mukesh se nahi mili thi, woh itni saaf suthri thi, apni sarees dhyan se fold karti, apni chudiyan dabbe mein tarteeb se rakhti, har roz jhadoo lagati, uska kamra lavender aur shanti ki khushboo se bhara hota.Woh jab main ghar aata, dal bana rahi hoti ya kitab padh rahi hoti, uski muskaan garm, uski awaaz naram, mere collegework ke bare mein puchti, ghar ko ghar jaisa banati. Ab kamra pasine aur ek teekhi, musky khushboo se bhara tha, jaise uske jism ki garmi, hawa uske paap se bhari, Mukesh ka asar us par itna saaf dikhta tha ki meri pet mein excitement se murch aayi.Uska asar uski safai wali zindagi ko bikhra hua bana diya tha, uska dimaag porn aur chahat ke duniya mein phasa hua, aur main bhi usmein kheechta ja raha tha. Uska laptop bistar par khula tha, awaaz tez thi, ek aurat ki cheekh, “Oh, meri chut chod!” 


Screen par ek aurat peeth ke bal leti thi, taangein faili hui, ek aadmi uski chut ko zor zor se thok raha tha, uski siskariyan kamre mein bhar rahi thi, tez aur bechain.Mom ka chehra laal tha, uski aankhein laptop ke screen par chipki hui, uske honton par halki si muskaan jab woh apni chut ko takiye par ragad rahi thi, jo uski janghon ke beech tha, uski kamar dheemi, zarurat bhari goltakiyaan mein ghoom rahi thi, takiya uske pussy juices se gila, dheemi roshni mein chamak raha tha. Uski badi gaand left-right hil rahi thi, moti gaand ke cheeks har dhakke ke saath thar thar rahe the, uski siskariyan porn ke saath mil rahi thi, “Ooh… haan…”Woh masturbate kar rahi thi, uska jism takiye par zor se dab raha tha, bistar uske wazan ke neeche dhire se cheekh raha tha, uski harkatein bhukhi, jaise woh kuch chah rahi ho jo us tak nahi pahunch raha. Woh thodi doggystyle mein jhuki. Uski gaand badi, gol, aur dheeli thi, gaand ka chhed thoda khula, uske aaspaas ki twacha naram aur khinchi hui, Mukesh ke kaam ka saaf nishaan.


Mukesh se pehle, uski gaand tight, mazboot thi, hamesha sarees ke neeche chhupi, koi ishara nahi ki woh kabhi chhui thi, band aur untouched. Ab, yeh alag thi, uska gaand ka chhed thoda khula, rim dheela aur kaanpta hua jab woh hili, iska saboot ki Mukesh ne uske saath kya kiya. Mujhe pata tha uska gaand ka chhed dheela tha uske dekhne se, chauda aur naram, jaise woh band nahi ho sakta tha, uske lund ka nishaan.Jab woh takiye par ragdi, uski gaand tight hui aur dheeli hui, aur ek zor ka fart hawa mein toot pada, “BRRRRRRR!” phir ek aur, “Brrrp!” tez aur gila, kamre mein goonjta hua. Fart teekhe the, uske khule chhed mein phansi hawa ki wajah se, uske ragadne se bahar dhakel diya, jaise Mukesh ne kaha tha: “Uska gaand ka chhed mere lund se itna dheela hai, hawa bas nikal jati hai.”


Uski chut fresh aur perfect dikhi, hont tight aur geele, takiye par ragadne se chamakte hue, uski siskariyan ab aur tez, uska jism zarurat se kaanp raha tha, takiya uske neeche gila. Maine Mukesh se pehle use kabhi porn dekhte nahi dekha, kabhi aise nahi pakda, aisi gandi khushi mein khoi hui. Woh pehle shalीन thi, uski shaamein dal banane ya chhote mandir par prarthna mein beetati thi, uska kamra hamesha saaf, uski zindagi tarteeb aur dhyan se bhari.Mukesh ka asar usmein kuch jagaya, use yeh gandagi chahne ke liye majboor kiya, uski safai wali zindagi ab bikhri hui uske wajah se. Porn dekhna uska nishaan tha, use us khushi se bandha jo usne diya, uska jism uske kiye hue ka addict, uska dimaag usi gandi duniya mein kho gaya jismein usne mujhe bhi kheech liya, aur main aur gehre doob raha tha, is thrill ko pyar kar raha tha.Maine nahi chahta tha ki use pata chale main dekh raha hoon, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha jab main peeche hata, mere sneakers thandi tiles par chup the. Maine darwaza zor se khatkhata, taki woh ghabra jaye, phir deewar ke peeche chhup gaya, meri saans roki hui, hallway ka andhera mujhe lapet raha tha. “Mom!” maine pukara, meri awaaz kaanpti par tez, “Main ghar aa gaya!”


“Ruko, Raj!” usne chillaya, uski awaaz ghabrayi hui, bistar tezi se cheekha jab woh jaldi hili, awaaz shant ghar mein tez thi. “Andar mat aana, beta! Ek minute ruk!” “Theek hai, Mom,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, dikhawa karte hue ki maine use nahi dekha, mera dil dhadak raha tha jab uske jism ka nazara mere dimaag mein ruka. Maine suna, kapda khisakta hua, laptop zor se band hua ek tez snap ke saath, takiya floor par dhire se gira, uske pair tiles par tezi se chalne ki awaaz jab woh jaldi se dhakne lagi.Uski saansein tezi se chhoti aur ghabrayi hui thi, towel uthane ki awaaz shanti mein tez, jaise woh apne kaam chhupane ke liye bechain ho. Ek pal baad, woh bahar aayi, ek towel uske jism par kas ke lapeta hua, uske baal bikhre, pasine se geele maathe par chipke, uska chehra laal. 



Woh hallway mein khadi thi, uski aankhein chhoti, chinta aur ghabrahat ka mishran, uske haath towel ko kas ke pakde hue, jaise yeh uska ekmatra dhal ho, uska seena tezi se utar-chadh raha tha.“Raj, tu andar kaise aaya?” usne pucha, uski awaaz tez par bechain, andhere hallway mein khadi, uske kamre ki roshni uske chehre par chhaya daal rahi thi. “Maine bahut khatkhata, Mom,” maine kaha, apne pairon ki taraf dekhte hue, masoom ban ke, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha jab main deewar ke paas khada tha, uske kamre ki halki khushboo hawa mein. “Maine darwaza itni baar bajaya, par koi jawab nahi diya, to maine spare chaabi se khola.”Usne mujhe gale lagaya, uske haath kas ke, towel meri gaal par khurdura, uska jism uski kisi bhi harkat se garm. “Mujhe maaf kar, beta,” usne kaha, uski awaaz naram par zabardasti, peeche hat ke mujhe dekha, uski aankhein meri aankhon mein dhoond rahi thi. “Main apne kamre mein thi, kuch mein uljhi hui. Darwaza bilkul nahi suna. Mujhe bura laga ki tujhe bahar intezaar karna pada.”


“Theek hai, Mom,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, jaan ke woh sach chhupa rahi thi, hallway ki thandi hawa meri twacha ko chhoo rahi thi. “Main bas soch raha tha kyun nahi jawab diya. Ghar itna shant tha, mujhe chinta hui.” “Maine tujhe chinta nahi deni chahi,” usne kaha, uski aankhein doosri taraf, uske haath towel par aur kas gaye, uska chehra abhi bhi uski jaldi se laal. “Main bas… aaram kar rahi thi, apne khayalon mein khoi hui, samajh raha hai? Kabhi kabhi itna ulajh jati hoon, mujhe kuch sunai nahi deta.”“Tu kya soch rahi thi?” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, curious ban ke, uske paas khada, uske kamre ki halki musky khushboo abhi bhi hawa mein. “Aisa laga tu kuch awaazein kar rahi thi, jaise tu kisi kaam mein band thi.” Uska chehra aur laal ho gaya, uski aankhein chhoti, uske haath towel par thodi kaanp rahi thi jab woh thoda peeche hati.


 “Tujhe awaazein sunai di?” usne pucha, uski awaaz dheemi, ghabrayi hui, hallway ki chhaya usse tanavpurna dikha rahi thi. “Main bas… idhar udhar hil rahi thi, shayad apne aap se baat kar rahi thi. Yeh koi badi baat nahi, Raj, bas bewakoofana baatein.”“Mujhe laga maine tujhe siskari suni,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, naram rakhte hue, usse uncomfortable hote dekha. “Aisa laga tu kuch private kar rahi thi, jaise kisi cheez mein khoi hui.” “Nahi, aisa nahi tha,” usne jaldi kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti, uski aankhein zameen par, uski ungliyan towel ko aur kas ke pakdi. “Main thak gayi thi, shayad aadhi soyi hui, thodi si sapne mein. Kabhi kabhi main awaazein karti hoon jab soch mein doob jati hoon, purane yaadon ke bare mein, bahut purani baatein.”“Kaise yaadein?” maine pucha, meri awaaz naram, khada raha, hallway ki dheemi roshni uske chehre ko aur naram dikha rahi thi, aur kamzor. 


“Tu aajkal alag lag rahi hai, Mom, jaise kuch tujhe pareshan kar raha ho.” Usne ek saans chhodi, uske kandhe neeche gire, uski awaaz dheemi aur bhari jab woh deewar ke sahare jhuki. “Mujhe ajeeb lag raha hai, Raj,” usne kaha, uske shabd dheeme, uski aankhein zameen par, uske haath towel ke kinaare se khel rahe the. “Jaise main khud nahi hoon kabhi kabhi, jaise mera dimaag wahan jata hai jahan nahi jana chahiye, wahan jo mujhe zinda feel karata hai par galat, jaise main us shakhs ko dhokha de rahi hoon jo main honi chahiye.”“Yeh bhari lagta hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, usse dhyan se dekha, hallway ki shanti uske shabdon ko aur bada rahi thi. “Kya tujhe khud se alag feel karata hai?”


“Ise shabdon mein dalna mushkil hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz aur dheemi, uski aankhein abhi bhi neeche, uski ungliyan towel ke kinaare ko mod rahi thi. “Kabhi kabhi main un baaton ke bare mein sochti hoon jo main karti thi, jin logon ko jaanti thi, aur yeh mujhe ab se door kheechta hai, jaise main ek sapne mein phasi hoon jisse jag nahi sakti.”“Chalo sitting room chalte hain,” usne kaha, uski awaaz tez, baat badalte hue, uska haath mujhe uske bedroom darwaze se door kheech raha tha, jise usne ek jhatke se taala laga diya, click ki awaaz shant ghar mein tez thi. “Main yahan khade khade baat nahi karna chahti.”“Tune apna kamra kyun band kiya?” maine pucha, meri awaaz naram, uske peeche sitting room ki taraf chala, floor mere sneakers ke neeche thanda, hawa purane phoolon aur dhool ki khushboo se bhari. “Mera kamra bikhra hua hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz tezi se, peeche band darwaze ki taraf dekha, uska towel thoda sark gaya, uske jism ka curve dikha raha tha. “Main itni vyast thi, mujhe safai ka time nahi mila. 


Yeh sharminda karne wala hai, Raj, mere kapde har jagah bikhre hue hain.”“Tera kamra pehle itna saaf hota tha,” maine kaha, sofa par baithte hue, cushions mere neeche naram. “Tu hamesha sab kuch jagah par rakhti thi. Kya badal gaya?” “Main bas thak gayi hoon, beta,” usne kaha, uski awaaz naram, mere samne baithi, uska towel abhi bhi kas ke bandha. “Zindagi aajkal bhari hai, tere papa hamesha kaam mein, aur main ghar sambhalne ki koshish mein. Main cheezon ko chhod deti hoon, aur bikhraav jama ho jata hai pehle se pehle.”“Yeh sirf kamra nahi hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, aage jhukte hue, juice ka glass mere haath mein thanda. “Tu alag lag rahi hai, Mom, jaise tu pehle jaisi khush nahi hai.” Usne mujhe dekha, uski aankhein naram, uske haath god mein, uski awaaz dheemi. “Main khush hone ki koshish kar rahi hoon, Raj,” usne kaha, uske shabd sambhal ke, jaise kuch chhupa rahi ho. 


“Kabhi kabhi main apne dimaag mein kho jati hoon, un baaton ke bare mein sochti hoon jo nahi sochna chahiye, jo mujhe zinda feel karati hain par guilty, jaise main tujhe aur tere papa ko fail kar rahi hoon.”“Kya tujhe guilty feel karata hai?” maine pucha, meri awaaz naram, usse apni jagah par uncomfortable hote dekha, towel thoda aur sarka. “Tujhe bura feel nahi karna chahiye, Mom.” “Baat badal lete hain,” usne kaha, uski awaaz tez, khadi hokar kitchen se mere liye aam ka juice lene gayi, uske kadam tiles par tezi se. Woh wapas aayi, mujhe glass diya, uske haath kaanpte hue, uski aankhein mujhe dhyan se dekh rahi thi. “Tu kuch excited lag raha hai, Raj. Kya chal raha hai? college ka kuch?”

“Nahi, college nahi,” maine kaha, juice ka ek sip lete hue, meetha swad mere muh mein bhara, kamre ki shanti hamari awaazon ko aur bada rahi thi. “Main college ke bare mein ab nahi sochta. 


Mera dimaag kisi aur cheez par hai, kuch bada.” “Tu college ke bare mein kyun nahi sochta?” usne pucha, uski awaaz chintit, phir se baithi, uska towel thoda sarka, uski aankhein meri aankhon mein dhoond rahi thi. “Tu pehle apni classes se pyar karta tha, hamesha apne projects aur doston ke bare mein batata tha.”“Main focus nahi kar pa raha,” maine kaha, meri awaaz dheemi, glass table par rakhte hue, halki si clink kamre mein tez. “Mera dimaag doosri cheezon se bhara hai, jo homework se zyada important lagta hai, jo main sochna band nahi kar sakta.” “Kaise cheezein?” usne pucha, uski awaaz naram, aage jhukte hue, uski aankhein curious par ghabrayi hui, towel uske seene par kas ke.“Mujhe darr hai tu gussa hogi,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, baat ko dhire se shuru karte hue, USB drive ka wazan meri jeb mein bhari. “Yeh kisi ke bare mein hai jisse maine aaj dekha, jo tere bare mein baat kiya.” 


“Tune kise dekha?” usne pucha, uski awaaz dheemi, uske haath towel par aur kas gaye, uska chehra tanavpurna, kamre ki shanti uske shabdon ko aur tez kar rahi thi.“Maine Mukesh ko dekha,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, uske chehre ke badalte hue dekha, uski aankhein chhoti, uska muh thoda khula, juice ka glass table par bhool gaya. “Yeh ek ittefaq tha, Mom. Woh market ke paas apni car mein tha, aur usne mujhe bulaya.” Uske haath kaanp gaye, uska chehra safed, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di. “Mukesh?” usne kaha, uski aankhein meri aankhon mein dhoond rahi thi, naam hawa mein bhari tha. “Woh wahan kya kar raha tha, bas apni car mein baitha hua?”“Woh shayad kisi ka intezaar kar raha tha,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, sofa par peeche jhukte hue, cushions dhire se cheekhe. “Usne mujhe chalte hue dekha aur bulaya, kaha ki woh tere bare mein baat karna chahta hai, ki pehle kaise tha.” “Usne mere bare mein kya kaha?” usne pucha, uski awaaz kaanpti, aage jhuki, uski aankhein chinta se bhar gayi, towel thoda sarka, uska kandha dikha.


“Usne kaha ki woh tujhe bahut yaad karta hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, kamre ki dheemi roshni uske chehre ko aur naram dikha rahi thi. “Usne kaha ki woh roj tere bare mein sochta hai, kaise tum dono haste the aur maza karte the, jaise tu khush thi.” “Woh mujhe kyun yaad karta hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz dheemi, uske haath fidget kar rahe the, uski aankhein zameen par, hamare beech shanti bhari thi.“Usne kaha ki tu uske liye khaas thi,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, black bag ka wazan mere backpack mein kheech raha tha. “Usne kaha ki tune use khushi di, kisi aur se zyada, jaise tu hasti thi aur uske saath waqt bitati thi.” Uska chehra laal ho gaya, uski aankhein doosri taraf, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di.


 “Usne aisa kyun kaha?” usne kaha, uske haath towel par kaanpte hue, uski saans tezi se. “Usne koi specific baat kahi ki humne kaise waqt bitaya?”“Usne details mein nahi bataya,” maine jhooth kaha, meri awaaz naram, sofa cheekha jab main hila, hawa garm thi. “Usne bas kaha ki tum dono ne maza kiya, jaise tu uske saath azaad thi, papa ke saath jaisa nahi.” “Usne tere papa ke bare mein aisa kyun kaha?” usne pucha, uski awaaz tez, uski aankhein meri aankhon se mili, gussa aur darr ka mishran, uske haath towel par aur kas gaye. “Usne kaha papa bahut serious hain,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, usse dhyan se dekha. “Usne kaha ki tujhe us jaisa koi chahiye jo tujhe zinda feel karaye, teri muskaan wapas laye.”


“Yeh sach nahi hai,” usne kaha, uski awaaz tez, khadi hui. “Main tere papa ke saath hoon kyunki main unse pyar karti hoon. Mukesh ko aise baat karne ka koi haq nahi.” “Par woh bahut udaas laga, Mom,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, aage jhukte hue, juice ka glass table par pasina chhod raha tha. “Usne kaha ki woh tere bare mein sochna band nahi kar sakta, kaise tum dono khush the, jaise yeh uske liye sab kuch tha.”“Woh itna kyun care karta hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz dheemi, phir se baithi. “Usne kaha ki tu hi use khushi deti hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, backpack zameen par bhari. “Usne kaha ki usne tujhe ek gift diya hai, dikhane ke liye ki woh tujhe yaad karta hai.” “Kaisa gift?” usne pucha, uski awaaz curious.


“Yeh ek bag mein hai,” maine kaha, apne backpack mein haath daalte hue, mere haath kaanp rahe the jab maine black bag nikala, uska wazan raaz se bhara. “Usne kaha yeh tere liye khaas hai.” Usne bag liya, uske haath kaanpte hue jab usne khola, uski aankhein chhoti jab usne panties, dildo, lingerie, aur butt-plug dekha, kapda dhire se khisak raha tha.






]Uska chehra shocked tha, uske gaal laal, uski saans tezi se jab usne lacy dress ko chhua, uski ungliyan naram kapde par thehri, kamra shant tha siwaye uski saanson ke. “Usne yeh cheezein kyun di?” usne pucha, uski awaaz dheemi, uski aankhein bag par, excitement aur darr ka mishran uske chehre par, uske haath thoda kaanpte hue.“Usne kaha yeh tujhe achha feel karayenge, is bag mein kya hai, Mom?” maine pucha, meri awaaz sthir, bag table par rakhte hue, dildo ki halki si awaaz shanti ko tod rahi thi. 


“Nahi, tujhe iske bare mein nahi jaanna chahiye,” usne jawab diya. “Usne kaha yeh tujhe uske saath bitaye maza ke yaad dilayenge, kaise tu azaad aur khush thi.”Uske haath kaanp gaye, uski aankhein dildo par, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di. “Yeh uski yaad kyun dilayenge?” usne kaha, uski ungliyan lingerie par chal rahi thi, uska chehra laal, towel thoda aur sarka. “Yeh… private cheezein hain, Raj. Yeh galat hai ki usne yeh bheja, socha ki main yeh chahti hoon.”“Usne kaha tu inhe pasand karegi,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, usse dhyan se dekha, kamre ki garmi uske chehre ko chamka rahi thi. “Usne kaha yeh us waqt ke liye hain jo tumne saath bitaya, jo tujhe muskurane ke pal thay.” 


“Woh kaunse pal ke bare mein bol raha hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz kaanpti, uski aankhein meri aankhon se mili, bag abhi bhi uski god mein. “Usne koi specific baat kahi ki humne kya kiya?” “Usne bilkul nahi bataya,” maine jhooth kaha, meri awaaz sthir, sofa cheekha jab main peeche jhuka.“Usne bas kaha ki tu uske saath alag thi, jaise tu khud thi, sirf mom ya wife nahi.” Woh chup ho gayi, uski aankhein zameen par, uske haath bag par, uski saans dheemi, jaise woh khayalon mein khoi hui, kamre ki shanti hawa mein bhari thi. 


“Tujhe usse baat nahi karni chahiye, Raj,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, shanti ko todte hue, uski aankhein meri aankhon se mili. “Woh ab hamari zindagi ka hissa nahi hai. Use yeh cheezein nahi bhejni chahiye.”

“Par woh tujhe sach mein dekhna chahta hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, usse dhire se dabaya. “Usne kaha ki use teri zarurat hai, Mom, sab se zyada, jaise tu hi ekmatra cheez hai jo matter karti hai.” “Use meri zarurat kyun hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz naram, uski aankhein meri aankhon mein dhoond rahi thi, uske haath bag par kas gaye, kapda dhire se khisak raha tha.“Usne kaha ki tu hi use khushi deti hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, kamre ki dheemi roshni uske chehre par chhaya daal rahi thi. “Usne kaha ki woh tujhe phir se muskurana chahta hai, jaise pehle, jab tum saath thay.” “Tu in gifts se khush lag rahi hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz playful, usse test karte hue, juice ka glass table par pasina chhod raha tha. 


“Tu jab inhe dekha toh muskurayi, Mom.” “Main khush nahi hoon,” usne kaha, uski awaaz tez, uska chehra laal, dildo ko bag mein wapas daalte hue, awaaz shant kamre mein tez thi. “Yeh cheezein… ajeeb hain, Raj. Mujhe nahi pata kyun usne yeh bheja, aur yeh mujhe uncomfortable karta hai, jaise woh mujhe wapas kisi cheez mein kheech raha hai jo maine chhod diya.”“Par tu excited lag rahi thi,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, usse aur dabaya, usse uncomfortable hote dekha. “Aisa laga tu bag kholne mein khush thi, jaise yeh tere liye kuch matlab rakhta ho.” “Bas kar, Raj,” usne kaha, uski awaaz tez, uski aankhein band hui, bag ko jhatke se band karte hue, kapda khisak gaya. “Mujhe yeh pasand nahi hain. 


Main apne parivaar ko jodne ki koshish kar rahi hoon, uske ya uske gifts ke bare mein nahi sochna.”“Mujhe maaf kar, Mom,” maine kaha, masoom ban ke, meri awaaz sthir, kamre ki shanti hamari awaazon ko goonj rahi thi. “Maine bas socha tu inhe pasand karegi. Ek aur cheez hai jo usne bheja.” “Woh aur kya hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz tezi se, uski aankhein phir se chamki, aage jhuki, uske haath utsuk, towel thoda sarka.Maine USB drive nikala, mere haath sthir, usse utha ke, chhota kaala stick roshni mein chamka. “Yeh hai,” maine kaha, uske chehre ko dekha, kamre ki shanti mere shabdon ko aur bada rahi thi. “Ismein kya hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz confused, USB ko dekhte hue, uski ungliyan dhire se aage badhi, bag abhi bhi uski god mein. “Yeh ek video hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, uske haath mein dete hue, drive uske haath mein thanda. 


“Mukesh ne kaha ise laptop par dekhna.” “Woh mujhe video kyun dekhna chahta hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz kaanpti, drive ko kas ke pakde hue. “Usne kaha yeh tujhe uski yaad dilayega,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, sofa cheekha jab main hila. “Usne kaha yeh dekhna tere liye zaroori hai.” “Yeh zaroori kyun hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz dheemi, uski aankhein chhoti, uske haath drive par kaanpte hue, bag dhire se khisak raha tha