Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

Jab Maa ne bedroom ka darwaza band kiya, main almari mein chhupa hua, jadwat khada raha, mera dil hathaude ki tarah dhadak raha tha. Mukesh abhi bhi kamre mein tha, muskurata hua apne kapde samet raha tha, dheemi roshni mein chhaya ki tarah pichhle darwaze ki or khisak raha tha. Main intezar karta raha, meri pant meri tangon ke gird thi, mera hath meri bighdi hui uttejna ke saboot se chipchipa tha.
Ghar mein sannata tha, sirf baithak se patton ke halke sarasarane ki awaz aati thi jahan Papa baithe the. Main hamesha ke liye chhup nahi sakta tha—Mukesh ke bhagne se mujhe ek chhoti si khidki mili. Maine apni pant kheench kar upar ki, ek purani shirt jo almari ke kone mein thunsi hui thi uspar hath saaf kiya, aur dheere se bahar nikla, mere nange pair carpet par bilkul khamosh the. Bedroom ka darwaza thoda sa khula tha, itna ki main bina koi awaz kiye nikal saku.


Main hallway mein tip-toe karta hua, deewar se chipak kar chala, aur baithak ke adhe khule darwaze ke peechhe khud ko position kiya, jahan se main jhank kar dekh saka. Wahan se mujhe sofa ka saaf nazara tha jahan Papa baithe the, ek magazine palat rahe the, aur Maa aati hui, ek patle towel mein lapeti hui, uski twacha pasine aur uske vishwasghat ke baaki tukdon se chamak rahi thi.


Maa baithak mein kadam rakha, uska mota pichhwada towel ke neeche hil raha tha, kapda uske curves par aisa chipka tha jaise paint kiya gaya ho. Uske baal jangli, chudai ke baad ke bikhre hue the, bina kangi ke uljhe hue, aur uska chehra guilt aur zabardasti shanti ke mishran se laal tha.







“Hi, Anil,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaz mein zabardasti ka aam-sa lagaav tha, jaise usne abhi kuch der pehle Mukesh ke ling ko apni gand mein gehra nahi daala tha. Woh darwaze ke paas ruk gayi, towel ko ghabrahat se adjust karti hui, pasine aur veerya ki halki si khushboo shayad usse chipki hui thi, lekin Papa abhi itne door the ki notice na kar sake.


Papa ne apni magazine se nazar uthayi, ek purani car wali magazine jo woh beyadabi se palat rahe the. Unki aankhein tang hui jab unhone Maa ko dekha, magazine ko apni god mein rakhte hue. “Rekha? Itna time kyun laga? Aur yeh towel kyun? Tumne kaha tha tum bas safai kar rahi thi... woh kya tha?” Unki awaaz teekhi thi, shak se bhari, unki bhaween ek saath jud rahi thi jab unhone Maa ko sar se paer tak dekha. Towel mushkil se unki jaanghon tak dhaank raha tha, unke bhaari stann uske upar wale hisse ke khilaf jor laga rahe the, aur pasine ki boondein unke gardan se neeche tapak rahi thi, lamp ke naram roshni mein chamak rahi thi.


Maa ne apna wazan ek taraf se doosri taraf kiya, towel ke kinaare ko kas ke pakadte hue jaise woh uska jeevan sahara ho. “Oh, yeh? Main... main thodi gandi ho gayi thi, tum jaante ho, jo main kar rahi thi. Woh porn video ne mujhe uttejit kar diya, aur mujhe jaldi se safai karni padi. Shower lena zyada jhanjhat tha, toh maine bas wipe kiya aur yeh pakad liya.” Usne zabardasti muskuraya, lekin uski aankhein Papa ke nazar se bachti hui door dekhi. Main dekh sakta tha uski taangein thodi si kaanp rahi thi, abhi bhi Mukesh ke bereham thokne se asantulit, uski gand shayad abhi bhi dheeli aur towel ke neeche tapak rahi thi.


Papa sofa par peechhe jhuke, apne haathon ko cross karte hue, magazine ab bhool chuki thi. “Gandi? Tum itni paseena kyun ho rahi ho, Rekha? Tumhara chehra laal hai, aur tum bhaari saans le rahi ho. Tum wahan sach mein kya kar rahi thi? Yeh bas video dekhne ki baat nahi thi. Aur din ke waqt porn kyun dekh rahi ho jab main ghar mein hoon?” Unke sawal teekhe aur tez aaye, unki awaaz har sawal ke saath oonchi hoti gayi, unki ungliyaan armrest par ghabrahat se thapthapa rahi thi. 


Woh aise lag rahe the jaise woh kuch samajh rahe hain jo woh maan nahi chahte the, unka jabda bechaini se sakht tha.
Maa ne mushkil se nigla, uska gala saaf dikhayi de raha tha. Woh nazdeek aayi, cheezon ko suljhaane ki koshish mein. “Anil, please, yeh sharmindagi ki baat hai. Main... main apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi, thik hai? Isliye main paseena ho rahi hoon. Woh video ne mujhe uttejit kar diya, aur main khud ko rok nahi saki. Mujhe thodi rahat chahiye thi. Tum jaante ho, kabhi kabhi aisa ho jata hai.” 


Uski awaaz “apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi” par toot gayi, jaise jhooth ek wazan ho jo woh mushkil se utha saki, uske gaal aur tez jalne lage. Usne towel ko aur kas ke kheencha, lekin isse sirf uske curves aur ubhar gaye, uska mota pichhwada towel ke neeche se thoda sa jhank raha tha, uski haali ki gayi chudai ka chupke sa saboot.


Papa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, hairani aur asuвидha ka mishran unke chehre par tha. “Apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi? Isse itna paseena kaise aata hai, Rekha? Yeh baat jach nahi rahi. Tum bheegee hui ho, aur tum... alag lag rahi ho. Kya ho raha hai? Sach batao.” Unki awaaz mazboot thi lekin kaanpti hui, jaise woh jawab se darr rahe hon. Woh aage jhuke, magazine unki god se sofa par sarak gaya, unki nazar Maa par tiki hui thi.
Maa ne jhijhaki, uski ungliyaan towel ke kinaare ko marod rahi thi. 


“Anil, main... main sach mein usmein doob gayi thi, thik hai? Main apni ungliyon se, apni yoni ko chhoo rahi thi, aur yeh teevra tha. Shayad maine apne aap ko zyada hi uttejit kar liya. Sorry, mera irada tumhe pareshan karna nahi tha.” Uski awaaz har shabd ke saath aur patli hoti gayi. Usne zameen ki or dekha, phir wapas Papa ki or, uski aankhein unhe chhodne ki guzarish kar rahi thi.


Papa ne teori chadhai, unki nazar Maa ki paseene se bheegee twacha par tiki hui thi. “Tumhari yoni? Tum keh rahi ho tum bas apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi, aur isliye tum aisi ho? Rekha, maine tumhe kabhi aise uttejit nahi dekha. Aur yeh porn—ab kyun? Tum pehle kabhi ismein dilchaspi nahi dikhaati thi. Yeh tum jaisa nahi hai.” Unki awaaz shak se bhari thi, unki aankhein Maa ke chehre par kahani mein daraar dhoondh rahi thi.


Woh sofa par hil gaye, unke hath ab kas kar jod liye, unki badhti bechaini ko dikhate hue. Maa ne ek gehri saans li, nazdeek aati hui, uske nange pair carpet par naram the. Woh ab itni nazdeek thi ki main uske haathon mein halka sa kaanpna dekh sakta tha, towel uski bheegee twacha se chipak raha tha. “Anil, main bas... khoj rahi thi, thik hai? Mujhe kuch chahiye tha, aur tum vyast the.


Main tumhe pareshan nahi karna chahti thi. Main abhi bhi tumhari patni hoon, bas... thodi zyada doob gayi.” Woh aage jhuki, uska towel thoda dheela hua, uske stann ka zyada hissa dikhayi deta hua, jaise woh mood badalne ki koshish kar rahi ho. Ek bold harkat mein, usne sofa se magazine uthayi aur zameen par phenk di, patte coffee table ke paas zameen par girte hue tez awaaz kiye.
“Hey!” Papa ne hairani se kaha, unki aankhein magazine ke girne par thi. “Tum kya kar rahi ho, Rekha?”



Maa ne turant jawab nahi diya. Iske bajaye, woh unke paas aayi, unki god mein chadhkar, dheere aur jaanbujhkar unpar baith gayi, uska towel uski moti jaanghon tak chadh gaya. Uska mota pichhwada unki tangon par baith gaya, towel mushkil se uski yoni ko dhaank raha tha, uska jism pehle ke encounter se garam tha. “Mujhe dekho, Anil,” usne dheere aur chhedti hui awaaz mein kaha, use lubhane ki koshish karti hui. “Main yahin hoon, aur main tumhe abhi chahti hoon. Is bakwas magazine ko bhool jao.” Uske hath unke kandhon par the, unki ungliyaan unki gardan ko chhoo rahi thi, uske stann patle towel ke zariye unke seene se dab rahe the.


Papa ke chehre par uljhan aur na-dilchaspi ka bhaav tha. “Rekha, yeh waqt nahi hai. Tum ajeeb harakat kar rahi ho—pehle porn, ab yeh? Tummein kya ho gaya hai?” Unke hath uske bagal mein hi rahe, use chhooe bina, uska jism uske wazan ke neeche sakht tha. Unhe nahi pata tha ki woh abhi Mukesh se chudai karke aayi thi, uski gand abhi bhi doosre aadmi ke veerya se tapak rahi thi, uski yoni Mukesh ke kathor thokne se sooji hui thi.


Uski ashudhata poori thi—uska jism vishwasghat ka bartan tha, uski twacha Mukesh ke chhoone, uske veerya, uski khushboo se daghi hui thi. Woh ab woh wafadar patni nahi thi jo khana banati thi ya woh pyaar karne wali maa jo mujhe bachpan mein sulati thi. Woh jhoothi thi, dhokhebaaz, uski neeti Mukesh ke ling ke samne haar gayi thi, uski taiyari hamare parivaarik photo ko ganda karne ki, uski gand se seedha Mukesh ka ling choosne ki, aur Papa ke anjaan rehne par uske saath hansne ki. Woh napasand thi, uske kaam ek aisa daag the jo koi bhi meethi baatein nahi dho sakti thi.


Maa aur nazdeek jhuki, uski saans unke kaan ke paas garam thi. “Anil, main bas tumse nazdeek hone ki koshish kar rahi hoon. Kya tum mujhe nahi chahte?” Uski awaaz lubhavni thi, lekin usmein ek bechaini si chhupi thi, jaise woh sach ko chhupane ke liye lad rahi ho.


Papa ne aah bhari, unke hath halke se uske kamar par rakhe, lekin unka chhoona jhijhak wala tha. “Rekha, maine tumhe pehle bhi is tarah ki cheezon ke bare mein chetavni di thi. Porn dekhna, doob jana—yeh tum nahi ho. Main nahi chahta ki tum apni neeti kisi saste thrill ke liye kho do. Tum meri patni ho, hamare bete ki maa. Hamare paas ek parivaar hai jise sambhalna hai.” Unki awaaz sakht thi, lekin usmein ek guzarish thi, ek ummeed ki woh abhi bhi wohi aurat hai jisse unhone shaadi ki thi.


Maa ka chehra sakht hua, lekin usne apni awaaz naram rakhi, chhedti hui. “Anil, main jaanti hoon, main jaanti hoon. Main bas pal mein beh gayi, bas itni si baat hai. Yeh main nahi hoon. Main abhi bhi tumhari Rekha hoon, tumhare liye yahin hoon.” Uski ungliyaan unke seene par gol-gol ghoom rahi thi, use lubhane ki koshish mein, lekin uske shabd mujhe khaali lage, yeh jaante hue ki usne abhi kya kiya tha.


Papa ne sar hilaaya, unki aankhein door thi. “Yeh sirf aaj ki baat nahi hai, Rekha. Tum... thodi alag ho gayi ho aajkal. Chhup-chhup ke. Main nahi chahta ki tum kisi aisi shakhsiyat ban jao jise main pehchanta nahi. Waada karo ki yeh porn wali cheez band ho jayegi. Na chhupa-chhupi, na yeh... jo bhi hai.” Unki awaaz mazboot thi, unke hath uske kamar par thodi si kas gaye, lekin unki aankhon mein ek darr tha, use kho dene ka darr.


Maa ne sar hilaya, uski muskurahat zabardasti lekin vishwas dilane wali thi. “Main waada karti hoon, Anil. Na porn, na chhupa-chhupi. Main tumhari hoon, thik hai? Sirf tumhari.” Woh aage jhuki, uske honth unke gaal ko chhoo gaye. “Main tumhe dikhati hoon.”
Papa ka chehra thoda naram hua, ek chhoti si muskurahat ubhri. “Thik hai, Rekha. Main tum par bharosa karta hoon. Aise hi rakho.” Unhone haath badhaya, uske chehre ko naram se chhooa, unka angutha uske gaal par phira.


Maa ne sar jhukaya, uski awaaz fusfusaahat mein badal gayi. “Mujhe chumo, Anil. Please.” Woh aage jhuki, uske honth unke honthon se mile, aur maine dekha, mera pet ghin se bhar gaya. Woh Mukesh ke gande hukm ka palan kar rahi thi, Papa ko usi muh se chum rahi thi jisne abhi Mukesh ke ling ko choosa tha, jo uski gand se seedha aaya tha. Chumban gehra tha, poore paanch minute tak chala, unke honth jude hue, jeebhein dheere aur geele naach mein uljhi hui thi.





Maa ki jeebh, Mukesh ke ling aur uski apni gand ke musky, kadwe swaad se dhaki hui, Papa ki jeebh se mil gayi, uski gandagi unpar laga di. Uske honth bhukhepan se hile, uske hath unke chehre ko pakde hue, unhe aur gehre chumban mein kheench rahe the, jabki Papa ne jawab diya, anjaan us vishwasghat ke swaad se jo woh chakh rahe the.


Main shock mein tha, mera ling abhi bhi meri pant mein adha sakht tha, lekin mera dimaag ghin se bhar gaya—Papa Mukesh ke ling ka swaad chakh rahe the, Maa ki gand ka baaki hissa, aur unhe koi idea nahi tha. Is gandagi ne meri twacha ko rula diya, uska muh jhooth ka ganda gadda tha, har jeebh ke ghoomne se Papa ko ganda kar raha tha.


Papa ne achanak peechhe kheench liya, unke hath Maa ko naram se dhakel rahe the, chumban todte hue. Unka chehra thoda sa bighda, unki bhaween teori chadh gayi. “Rekha, ruko... tumhara muh, iska swaad... alag hai. Jaise kuch galat ho.” Unki awaaz jhijhak wali, uljhi hui thi, jab unhone apne honth apne hath ke peechhe se saaf kiye.


Maa jam gayi, uski aankhein ek kshan ke liye chawdi hui, phir usne khud ko sambhala, zabardasti hansi. “Alag? Anil, tum kya baat kar rahe ho? Yeh bas main hoon.” Usne sar jhukaya, masoom bante hue, lekin main uski aankhon mein ghabrahat dekh sakta tha. “Alag ka kya matlab hai?”
Papa ne teori chadhai, unki jeebh jaise swaad phir se chakhne ke liye bahar nikli. “Pata nahi, yeh... kadwa hai, shayad? Jaise kuch theek nahi hai. Tumne kuch ajeeb khaya hai, ya...?” Woh ruk gaye, unki aankhein tang hui jab unhone uske chehre ka jaayza liya.


Maa ki hansi ab ghabrahat bhari thi, uske hath towel ke saath khel rahe the. “Oh, Anil, chhodo na. Shayad maine kuch purani coffee pi li hogi ya kuch. Tum jaante ho meri saans kabhi kabhi aisi ho jati hai. Kuch ajeeb nahi hai, waada karti hoon.” Woh aage jhuki, uski awaaz phir se chhedti hui. “Tum khyaali cheezon ke bare mein soch rahe ho. Phir se try karna chahte ho?”


Papa jhijhake, unka chehra anishchit tha. “Pata nahi, Rekha. Yeh bas... ajeeb hai. Maine pehle kabhi yeh notice nahi kiya.” Woh uski or dekhte rahe, ek jawab dhoondhte hue, unka bharosa hichkicha raha tha lekin toota nahi.
Maa ne use sochne ka waqt nahi diya. Woh aage jhuki, use phir se chuma, is baar aur zor se, uske honth unke honthon par kas kar dabaye, uski jeebh unke muh mein ghus gayi. Chumban aggressive tha, uske hath unke kandhon ko kas kar pakde hue, uska jism unke shak ko dabane ke liye dab raha tha.


 Woh gandi thi, uska muh Mukesh ke veerya aur uski gand ke musky swaad ka bartan tha, har pal ke sampark se Papa ko ganda kar raha tha.
Uska vishwasghat poora tha—uski gand se seedha ling choosna, phir apne pati ko chumna jaise kuch hua hi nahi, uski yoni aur gand abhi bhi Mukesh ke chudai se kachi thi. Woh koi patni nahi thi, koi maa nahi, bas ek nafs aur jhooth ka putla, uska jism us parivaar ka mazak jo woh raksha karne ka dawa karti thi.


Papa phir se peechhe hate, lekin is baar naram se, unke hath uske bazoon par the. “Rekha, main tumse pyar karta hoon, yeh tum jaanti ho. Main nahi chahta ki tum kisi aisi cheez ban jao jo tum nahi ho. Tum meri patni ho, meri saathi. Is... jo bhi hai, use tumhe badalne na do.” Unki awaaz sacchi thi, lagbhag guzarish karti hui, unki aankhein uspar tiki hui thi.


Maa ne sar hilaya, uska chehra naram hua, lekin mujhe pata tha yeh ek naatak tha. “Main jaanti hoon, Anil. Main bhi tumse pyar karti hoon. Main nahi badal rahi, waada karti hoon. Main abhi bhi yahin hoon, tumhari.” Uski awaaz ab sthir thi, uske jhooth practice se chamak rahe the, uska hath unke gaal ko sehla raha tha jaise dhoke ko seal kar raha ho.


Main apni chhupne ki jagah se chupke se hasa, mera hath abhi bhi mere ling par tha, vishwas nahi ho raha tha. Papa itne bevakoof the, uski meethi baaton par vishwas kar rahe the jabki uska muh abhi bhi Mukesh ke ling ke swaad se bhara tha, uski gand uske thokne se dheeli thi. Unka bharosa pathar tha, unka pyar unhe sach se andha kar raha tha. Woh ek rakshas thi, aur woh ek bevakoof, uske jhooth ko khana maankar kha rahe the.


Agle din, mera phone meri jeb mein baj utha jab main apne kamre mein tha, dopahar ka sooraj pardoon se chhan raha tha. Maine use nikala aur screen par Mukesh ka naam dekha. Mera dil tezi se dhadka, uttejana aur darr ka mishran, yeh jaante hue ki woh kal ke bare mein baat karna chahega. Maine jawab diya, apni awaaz dheemi rakhi taaki Maa aur Papa, neeche kitchen mein, na sun sake.
“Hey, Mukesh,” maine dheere se kaha, apna darwaza band karte hue. “Kya baat hai?”


“Raj, mere dost!” Mukesh ki awaaz ghamandi thi, santushti se bhari hui. “Bas chill kar raha hoon, kal ke high par abhi bhi sawar hoon. Teri maa, yaar, woh kuch aur hi hai. Ab tak ka sabse best pichhwada, bina shak.”
Maine khud ke bawajood muskuraya, mera ling yaad se phadak utha. “Haan? Kyun? Kya khaas tha usmein?” Maine apni awaaz curious rakhi, khelte hue, haalanki mujhe har gandi detail pata thi.


Mukesh hasa, dheemi aur gandi awaaz mein. “Uski gand, Raj. Pehle itni tight, phir mere thokne ke baad itni dheeli. Aur uski siskiyaan, zyada ke liye bheek mangti hui? Yaar, woh iske liye pagal hai. Mera ling abhi bhi uski gand ki khushboo se bhara hai, dost. Woh musky, paseene wali khushboo—jaise woh abhi bhi mujh par hai.”


Maine mushkil se nigla, mera gala tight tha. “Woh kaisi khushboo hai, exact mein? Matlab, kaisa hai?” Maine poocha, aadha curious, aadha ghinaya hua, mera dimaag Maa ke us parivaarik photo par tapakte veerya ke tasavvur par chala gaya.
“Yeh kacha hai, dost,” Mukesh ne taareef bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Jaise paseena aur sex, thodi si kadwahat, thodi si meethas. Uski gand mein yeh... prakritik khushboo hai, samajhta hai? Mann karta hai doob jao aur uska swaad lo. Maine kal wahan chaata, aur yaar, yeh jannat thi.”



Main asuвидha se hil gaya, mera hath meri kachchhe par phira. “Yaar, yeh teevra hai. Lekin main yeh kehta hoon, mujhe kal jab tum uski gand chaat rahe the tab yeh ganda nahi laga. Matlab, main shock mein tha, lekin mujhe utni ghin nahi aayi jitni maine sochi thi. Phir bhi, mujhe nahi lagta main kabhi kisi aurat ki gand ki khushboo soongh sakta hoon. Yeh thoda... ganda lagta hai.”


Mukesh zor se hasa, mazaak udate hue. “Ganda? Nah, Raj, ek aurat ki gand anmol hai, dost. Yeh ek raaz hai, yeh tight, chhupi hui jagah jo sirf uski hai. Teri maa ka pichhwada? Perfect—naram, mota gaal, woh sukda hua chhed jo bas chaatne ke liye bheek mangta hai. Tum chook rahe ho agar tum isse darr rahe ho.”


Main jhijhaka, mera dimaag is vichar se joojh raha tha. “Pata nahi, dost. Main samajhta hoon yeh tumhare liye hot hai, lekin swaad? Mujhe nahi lagta main isse sambhal sakta. Jaise, kya agar yeh zyada ho gaya?”
“Darr mat, Raj,” Mukesh ne apni awaaz mein vishwas se kaha. “Teri maa ki gand ka swaad bilkul sex jaisa tha—musky, thoda tangy, lekin itna sachcha. Tum bas dheere shuru karo, uske gaal chumo, rim ko chhedo. Teri maa ki gand itni responsive thi, jab maine chaata toh woh kaanp uthi. Tum bas uski khushboo lo, use apna lene do. Trust me, tumhe yeh pasand aayega. Waada karo tum ek din isse try karoge, Raj. Tumhe pachtawa nahi hoga.”


Maine khud ko sar hilaya, uski baat samajh mein aane lagi. “Thik hai, dost. Main waada karta hoon main try karunga. Mujhe samajh aane laga hai ki tum ismein itne doob kyun ho.” Uska junoon vishwas dilane wala tha, meri ghin ko curiosity mein badal raha tha, mujhe sochne par majboor kar raha tha ki kisi aurat ka swaad lena kaisa hoga.


“Yaar, yeh baat hai,” Mukesh ne taareef bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Tumhe yeh pasand aayega. Aur teri maa ki gand? Main use phir se chahta hoon, dost. Main us tight, tapakte chhed ke liye taras raha hoon.”


Maine hasa, mera dimaag kal ke pagalpan par chala gaya. “Maa ki baat kar rahe ho, tumhe vishwas nahi hoga usne tumhare jaane ke baad kya kiya. Usne Papa ko chuma, dost, seedhe muh par, jaise tumne use kaha tha. Uske honth abhi bhi tumhare ling ke choosne se geele the, jo uski gand se seedha aaya tha.”


Mukesh ki awaaz shock se oonchi ho gayi. “Kya baat hai! Usne sach mein kiya? Anil ko mere veerya aur uski gand ke swaad wale muh se chuma? Yeh toh pagalpan hai, Raj!”


“Haan, mujhe bhi vishwas nahi hua,” maine dheemi, uttejit awaaz mein kaha. “Maine hallway se dekha, aur woh poori tarah se doob gayi, jeebh aur sab kuch, jaise paanch minute tak. Papa ko koi idea nahi tha ki woh tumhare ling aur uski gand ka swaad chakh rahe the.”
Mukesh zor se hasa, awaaz kachi aur khush thi. “Anil ekdum bevakoof hai. Anjaan, mere veerya ko uske honthon se chakh raha hai jaise kuch hai hi nahi. Tera baap ek idiot hai, dost, use aise khelne de raha hai.”


Maine muskuraya, sar hilate hue. “Haan, woh bilkul andha hai. Usne porn wali baat par uske jhooth ko nigal liya, vishwas kiya jab usne kaha woh ruk jayegi. Use koi pata nahi ki woh ab tumhari randi hai, hamare parivaarik photo par tumhara veerya tapka rahi hai.”
“Ghatia,” Mukesh ne nafrat bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Lekin jaanta hai, Raj? Mere paas ek plan hai. Kuch aisa jo uske dimaag ko poora hila dega, use mere liye bheek mangne par majboor kar dega.”


Mera dil tezi se dhadka, uske plan hamesha ek bighda hua thrill hote the. “Kya plan hai, dost? Tere ideas hamesha zabardast hote hain. Bata mujhe.”
Mukesh ki awaaz dheemi, sazishi ho gayi. “Main ek doosri aurat ko chodunga, uski video banaunga, aur teri maa ko bhej doonga. Use jaln karvaunga, use dikhaunga ki mujhe uski zaroorat nahi hai. Woh ghutne par aayegi, mere ling ke liye bheek mangegi, kuch bhi karne ko taiyaar hogi mujhe rakhne ke liye.”


Main aage jhuka, phone ko kas kar pakadte hue. “Tumhe lagta hai yeh kaam karega? Agar woh gussa ho gayi aur tumhe chhod diya? Matlab, woh pehle hi Papa ke itne nazdeek hone ke bawajood sab kuch risk kar rahi hai. Agar woh palat gayi toh?”
“Nah, Raj, mujhe auraton ka pata hai,” Mukesh ne apni awaaz mein poora vishwas rakhte hue kaha. “Teri maa mere liye pagal hai. Uski yoni mere ling ke bare mein sochte hi geeli ho jati hai. Woh kahi nahi jaayegi. Woh video dekhegi aur pagal ho jayegi, yeh sabit karna chahegi ki woh us doosri ladki se behtar hai.”


“Lekin jaln kyun karvaani hai?” Maine curious hokar poocha. “Agar woh pehle se hi tumhari hai, toh use aise kyun dabana?”
“Kyunki main use bechain chahta hoon,” Mukesh ne teekhi awaaz mein kaha. “Main chahta hoon woh ghutne par ho, mera ling choosne ke liye bheek mange, mujhe phir se uski gand chodne de. Jaln use bhukha banati hai, use poori tarah se mera banati hai. Woh mujhe khone se rokne ke liye kuch bhi karegi.”


Maine sar hilaya, uski chaturai samajhte hue. “Yaar, yeh chatur hai. Woh shayad roye, phir tumhare ghar aaye, jo bhi tum chaho karne ko taiyaar. Lekin agar woh Papa ko sab kuch batane ka faisla kar le toh? Tumhe wapas lene ke liye?”


“Woh nahi karegi,” Mukesh ne yakeen se kaha. “Woh bahut gehre tak doob chuki hai. Usne Anil ko mere veerya wale honthon se chuma, hamare parivaarik photo par mera veerya tapkaya. Woh apni shaadi ko khatre mein nahi daalegi. Woh mujhe rakhne ke liye ladegi, aur mere paas woh hogi jahan main use chahta hoon.”


“Damn,” maine impressed hokar kaha, mera dimaag tezi se chalta hua. “Tumne yeh sab soch liya hai. Woh video dekhkar poori tarah toot jayegi.”
“Bilcul,” Mukesh ne jeet bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Woh mujhe phone karegi, apni gand phir se failane ke liye bheek mangegi. Aur main use iske liye kaam karne doonga, use sabit karne doonga ki woh meri randi hai. Tu saath hai, Raj? Dekhna chahta hai yeh kaise hota hai?”


“Hell yeah,” maine uttejit hokar kaha. “Main saath hoon. Mujhe bata jab tumhare paas woh video ho. Main dekhna chahta hoon uska tootna.”
Mukesh hasa, awaaz gahri aur vaade se bhari. “Pakka, dost. Yeh mazedaar hone wala hai.”