Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

        

"Yeh adhyay Mukesh ke Priya ke saath sambhog karne, usse record karne, aur video meri maa ko bhejne ke baare mein hai taaki meri maa ko jalan ho.




Agla hafta, Mukesh ka plan waise hi aage badha jaise usne waada kiya tha. Ek dopahar mujhe uska text aaya: "Video ban gaya. Mere ghar aakar USB le ja." Mera dil tezi se dhadka, uttejana aur ghabrahat ka mishran. Maine Maa ko kaha ki main ek dost ke ghar padhne ja raha hoon, aur kyunki Papa kaam par the, kisi ne sawal nahi kiya. 


Maine apni cycle li aur Mukesh ke apartment ki or chala, jo shehar ke kinare ek chhota, toota-phoota flat tha, jahan deewaron par paint ukhad rahi thi aur hallway mein curry ki halki si badboo thi. Maine darwaza khatkhataya, aur usne darwaza khola, badi si muskurahat ke saath, sirf ek t-shirt aur shorts mein, baal bikhre hue jaise woh abhi bistar se utha ho.


“Hey, Raj, andar aa,” Mukesh ne kaha, ek taraf hatate hue, uski awaaz garv se bhari hui. “Tumhe yeh pasand aayega. Jis aurat ke saath maine video banayi? Woh ekdum wild thi.”
Main andar chala gaya, darwaza band karta hua, meri aankhein uske bikhre hue living room par gayi—coffee table par khaali takeout containers, sofa par ek laptop chamak raha tha. “Woh kaun thi, Mukesh? Koi random aurat?” Maine poocha, apni awaaz aam-sa rakhte hue lekin curious, mera ling uske kaam ke bare mein sochkar pehle hi hilne laga tha.


Mukesh sofa par dhadam se baith gaya, mere bagal wali jagah ko thapthapate hue. “Random nahi, dost. Uska naam Priya hai, kuch galiyon door rehti hai. Shaadi-shuda, lekin uska pati hamesha kaam par hota hai, toh woh bore ho jati hai. Maine use market mein mila, baat shuru ki, aur woh video banane ke liye yahan aane ko taiyaar ho gayi. Uska pichhwada teri maa jaisa mota nahi hai, lekin tight hai, aur uski yoni? Shuru se hi bheegi hui thi. Dekhna hai?”
Main baith gaya, aage jhukte hue, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. 


“Haan, dikhao. Lekin tumhe yakeen hai yeh video Maa ko jalan dilayega? Agar woh gussa ho gayi aur tumhe chhod diya toh?” Maine dheemi awaaz mein poocha, uske vishwas ko test karte hue.


Mukesh muskuraya, laptop uthaya aur video file khola. “Koi chance nahi, Raj. Teri maa mere ling ke liye pagal hai. Uski gand aur yoni ab meri hai—woh mujhe kisi ke saath share nahi karegi. Yeh video? Ise uske andar aag laga degi, woh mujhe rakhne ke liye bheek mangegi. Chalo dekhte hain, tumhe pata chal jayega kyun.”


“Thik hai, mujhe vishwas dilao,” maine kaha, peechhe baithte hue, meri aankhein screen par tiki hui jab usne play dabaya. “Dikhao tumne kya kiya.”
Video shuru hua, awaaz dheemi lekin laptop ke speakers se saaf thi. Shuru mein Mukesh Priya ke peechhe tha uske bistar par, woh Mukesh ke upar thi, dheere siskiyaan le rahi thi jab woh apna ling uski yoni mein dala, uske hath uski kamar par jakde hue. 


“Yeh dekho,” Mukesh ne screen ki or ishara karte hue kaha. “Uski yoni itni geeli thi, mujhe use garam karne ki zaroorat hi nahi padi. Seedha andar gaya, aur woh do second mein mera naam chilla rahi thi.”




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Main dekhta raha, meri saans ruk gayi, mera hath meri god mein hil raha tha jab Priya ka pichhwada har dhakke ke saath hilta tha, uske stann neeche jhoom rahe the. Video mein Mukesh ne use palta, use peeth ke bal lita kar uski taangein chawdi kiye, aur missionary mein thokna shuru kiya, uske andkosh uske pichhwade se takrate hue. “Yaar, Mukesh, tum toh maar daal rahe ho,” maine taareef bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Jis tarah tum uski yoni ko kheench rahe ho, jaise tum uske maalik ho. Aur tum camera ki or muskurate hue, jaise tumhe pata hai Maa yeh dekhegi.”


“Haan, maine yakeen kiya ki camera mein seedha dekhoon,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski muskurahat chawdi hoti hui jab usne video ko pause kiya ek close-up par jahan uska ling Priya ki yoni se nikal raha tha, uske ras se chamak raha tha. “Yeh dekh—main uski gand mein badal gaya, bas uski yoni ke geelepan ka istemaal karke. Usne ise pro ki tarah liya, dost.”


Screen par, Priya ab jhuki hui thi, uska pichhwada Mukesh ki or tha aur usne apna ling Priya ki gand mein dala, pehle dheere, uska chehra dard aur anand ke mishran se bighad raha tha jab woh apne aap ko gehre daal raha tha. Usne tezi se dhakke shuru kiye, uski taangein uske kandhon par, uski yoni upar se abhi bhi tapak rahi thi.









“Yaar, Mukesh, yeh teevra hai,” maine kaha, aage jhukte hue, mera ling meri pant mein sakht hota hua. “Uski gand itni tight hai, aur tum use bas barbaad kar rahe ho. Jis tarah woh siskiyaan le rahi hai, chadar pakad rahi hai—tumne use poori tarah se apne kabze mein kar liya hai. Tum ek legend ho.”
Mukesh hasa, uski aankhein mere aur screen ke beech mein jhool rahi thi. 


“Maine kaha tha na, dost. Maine use ek ghante tak choda—yoni, gand, aur usne baad mein mera ling bhi choosa. Teri maa yeh dekhegi, woh apni yoni ragdeg, jalan ke maare, yeh sabit karna chahegi ki woh isse behtar hai.”


Humne baki video dekhi, lagbhag 20 minute ka kacha, paseene se bhara sex—usne uski yoni chaati, usne uske ling ko gehre gale tak choosa, aur ek hissa jahan usne uske pichhwade ko laal hone tak thappad maare jabki usne use peechhe se thoka. “Dost, jis tarah tum uske stann pakadte ho jab uski gand chod rahe ho, jaise tum uske har inch par haq jama rahe ho,” maine sachmuch impressed hokar kaha. “Koi hairani nahi ki Maa tumse thakti nahi. Tum chodte ho jaise yeh tumhara kaam hai.”


Mukesh ne USB nikaala, ek chhota kaala stick jismein marker se “For Rekha” likha tha, aur mujhe diya. “Le, yeh aaj raat use de dena. Aise behave karo jaise yeh koi badi baat nahi hai, lekin uske chehre ko dekho. Use pata chal jayega yeh mujhse hai, aur yeh use pagal kar dega.”


Maine use jeb mein daala, sar hilate hue. “Samajh gaya. Yeh plan kaam karega, Mukesh. Mujhe mehsoos ho raha hai. Baad mein milte hain.”
Us raat, dinner ke baad, ghar shant tha. Papa sofa par the, ek car magazine palat rahe the, jabki Maa kitchen mein bartan dho rahi thi. Maine intezar kiya jab tak woh akeli thi, phir andar gaya, USB pakadte hue. “Hey, Maa, yeh tumhare liye hai,” maine apni awaaz ekdam saamanya rakhte hue kaha, jaise yeh koi random cheez ho.


Maa ruk gayi, uske hath ek plate par the, sabun counter par tapak raha tha. Uski aankhein USB par tiki, thodi si tang hui. “Raj, yeh kya hai? Tumhe yeh kahan se mila?” usne dheemi awaaz mein poocha, shak aur curiosity ka mishran, jaise use pehle se pata tha yeh kisse hai.
Maine kandha uchkaya, cool banate hue. “Mukesh ne diya, kaha ki tumhe de doon. Yeh nahi bataya ismein kya hai.”



Uska chehra laal ho gaya, uski ungliyaan plate par aur kasi. “Mukesh? Usne tujhe mere liye kuch kyun diya? Usne kya kaha, Raj? Mujhe exact bata.” Uski awaaz teekhi thi, uski aankhein baithak ki or jhanki jahan Papa baithe the, anjaan.


“Bas kaha ki yeh tumhare liye hai, aur kuch nahi,” maine jawab diya, USB aage badhate hue. “Maine socha tumhe pata hoga iske bare mein.”
Uske aur kuch bolne se pehle, Papa ki awaaz baithak se aayi. “Raj, yeh USB kya hai? Kis kaam ka hai?” Woh curious lekin thoda annoyed lage, jaise unhe random tech par bharosa nahi tha.


Maa ne jaldi se jawab diya, uski awaaz shahad jaisi naram. “Oh, Anil, koi badi baat nahi hai. Bas ek padosi ke parivaarik event ki purani photos hain. Raj ko unke bete ne diya.”
Papa ne magazine se nazar uthayi, teori chadhaate hue. “Photos? Kisse? Hamein padosi USB dete nahi hain, Rekha.”
Woh hansi, halki aur aasani se, baithak ki or badhti hui unhe shant karne ke liye. “Tumhe yaad hai woh parivaar jo gali ke aage rehte the, jo chale gaye?


 Unke bete ke paas ek tyohaar ki kuch tasveerein thi jismein hum sab gaye the. Raj usse mila, bas itni si baat hai. Main baad mein check karungi, dekhungi yeh safe hai.”
Papa ne gurraaya, ek page palat te hue. “Ajeeb lagta hai. Bas yeh computer mein kharab na kare.”


“Bilkul, Anil,” Maa ne kaha, uski muskurahat kasi lekin vishwas dilane wali. Woh meri or mudi, USB ko jaldi se mere hath se cheen liya, ek kaanpti harkat ke saath, use apne apron ki jeb mein daal diya jaise yeh ek raaz ho jise woh expose nahi kar sakti thi. “Raj, in bartan mein meri madad karo,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mazboot, mujhe kitchen ke aur andar kheenchte hue, Papa se door.


Jab hum Papa ki sunne ki range se bahar the, usne mera baazu pakda, uski pakad kasi, uski aankhein teekhi. “Raj, meri baat suno,” usne fusfusaaya, uski awaaz dheemi aur jaldi. “Mukesh ya is USB ka zikr kabhi apne papa ke samne mat karna. Waada karo.”
Maine sar hilaya, lekin thoda virodh kiya. “Thik hai, Maa, main kuch nahi kahunga. Lekin yeh itni badi baat kyun hai? Yeh bas ek USB hai. Papa ko kyun nahi pata chalna chahiye?”


Uska chehra sakht ho gaya, uske honth ek patli line mein dab gaye. “Sawal mat karo, Raj. Yeh bado ki baat hai, cheezon ke bare mein jo tumhe chinta karne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Bas yeh hamare beech rakho, apne papa ke liye, parivaar ke liye.”
“Thik hai, samajh gaya,” maine kaha, baat chhod di, lekin mujhe exact pata tha kyun—woh apne gande raaz chhupa rahi thi, uski gand shayad abhi bhi Mukesh ke ling se dheeli thi, uska vishwasghat Papa ke tasavvur se bhi zyada gehra tha.



Us raat, lagbhag 2 baje subah, ghar ekdum shant tha, Papa ke kharraate unke bedroom se goonj rahe the. Main so nahi saka, mera dimaag Maa aur us USB ke vicharon se bhar gaya tha. Main neeche paani ke liye chala gaya, nange pair, jab mujhe dheemi kadmon ki awaaz sunayi di, yeh Maa thi, apne patle nightgown mein bistar se nikal rahi thi, laptop uske baazu ke neeche dabaya hua. Uska baal bikhar gaya tha, uska chehra curious aur kuch gahre bhaav se kasa hua tha, jaise woh Mukesh ke bheje hue ko dekhne ke liye bechain thi. Main hallway ki deewar ke peechhe chhup gaya, jhankte hue jab woh guest room ki or gayi, darwaza dheere se band karke.


Maine socha woh wait nahi kar sakti thi. Main dheere se nazdeek gaya, darwaze par kaan lagaya, phir use thoda sa khola taki andar dekh saku bina notice kiye. Guest room mein ek chhote se lamp ki roshni thi nightstand par, jo deewaron par chhayaein daal rahi thi. Maa ne laptop bistar par rakha, chadarein istemaal na hone se silvaton se bhari thi, aur charger plug kiya, cord outlet tak ja raha tha. 


Usne laptop chalu kiya, screen ka neela glow uske chehre ko roshan kar raha tha jab woh cross-legged baithi, uska nightgown uski jaanghon tak chadh gaya. Usne USB daala, uski ungliyaan thodi si kaanp rahi thi, aur folders ke zariye navigate kiya, uski aankhein screen par teekhi nazar se dekh rahi thi. Maine apne angle se file names dekh sakte the—random numbers aur dates, lekin ek naam alag tha: “For Rekha.” Usne use click kiya, aur video khul gaya.



Screen Mukesh aur Priya se bhar gaya, uska bistar charkh raha tha jab woh use peechhe se chod raha tha, uski siskiyaan awaaz dheemi hone ke bawajood tez thi. Maa ki aankhein chawdi ho gayi, uska muh khul gaya, uska chehra gussa aur shock ke mishran se bighad gaya. 


Mujhe pata tha woh gussa thi—uski jabdi kasi, uske hath muththi mein band, uski saans ruk gayi jab usne Mukesh ke ling ko Priya ki yoni mein jate hue dekha, uske hath uske pichhwade ko pakde hue. Woh camera mein muskuraya, woh ghamandi muskurahat jo kehti thi ki use pata tha Maa yeh dekhegi, uski aankhein screen ke zariye uska mazak uda rahi thi. Maa ke honth kaanp rahe the, uske gaal laal ho gaye, lekin uski aankhein video se hat nahi saki.



Mukesh ne Priya ki yoni ko thoka, nikal kar camera ko uska geelapan dikhaya, phir uski gand mein chala gaya, uski cheekh nikal gayi. Usne use kathor choda, uske pichhwade ke gaal hil rahe the, uske hath uske pichhwade ko laal hone tak thappad maar rahe the. Maa ka hath uski jaanghon par gaya, pehle dheere ragadte hue, uski ungliyaan uske nightgown ke kinaare par phirti hui. Usne koi chaddi nahi pehni thi, uski yoni dikhayi di jab kapda upar sarka, aur uska hath neeche gaya, uske bhagankur ko chhoota.


   




Main shock mein tha, mera ling khud ke bawajood sakht ho raha tha, uski ungliyon aur dildo ko uski yoni ke gird dekhte hue, uski saans bhaari ho rahi thi jab Mukesh screen par Priya ko chod raha tha, uska ling uske chhedon ke beech badalta hua, uski muskurahat kabhi dheemi nahi padi.


Maa ki ungliyaan tezi se hili, uski yoni mein ghusti hui, uske ras dheemi roshni mein chamak rahe the. Usne Mukesh ke diye hue dildo ko bhi istemaal kiya, jo usne kuch mahine pehle diya tha. Usne dildo ko apni yoni ke gird ragadna shuru kiya. Woh Mukesh ke liye apne aap ko ragad rahi thi, us aadmi ke liye jisne use ek randi bana diya tha, Papa ko waada karne ke bawajood ki woh porn dekhna aur apne aap ko chhoona band kar degi. 


Uska pakhand ghinona tha—uski yoni usi aadmi ke liye geeli thi jisne use hamare parivaarik photo par veerya tapkane ke liye majboor kiya, jisne uski gand chodi jab Papa anjaan baithe the. Woh koi maa nahi thi, koi patni nahi, bas ek bechain randi, uska jism uske kasmon ko dhoka de raha tha jab woh Mukesh ke vishwasghat ke liye apne aap ko chhoo rahi thi.


Achanak, Maa khadi ho gayi, uska nightgown zameen par gir gaya, use poori tarah nanga chhod diya, uska mota pichhwada aur bhaari stann lamp ki roshni mein nange the. Main jam gaya, sochta hua ki usne mujhe dekh liya, mera dil dhadak raha tha jab woh darwaze ki or chali. Lekin woh mere liye nahi aa rahi thi—usne upar haath badhaya, darwaza ek dheemi click ke saath lock kiya, yakeen karte hue ki agar Papa jaag gaye toh use pakad nahi payenge. 



Uski savdhani uski gandagi ko aur gehra kar rahi thi, uski zaroorat apne randi wale vyavhaar ko us pati se chhupane ki jo hallway ke aage so raha tha.
Woh bistar par wapas baithi, dildo ko apni yoni mein ghusati hui, dildo ko ab tezi se andar-bahar karti hui jab Mukesh video mein Priya ki gand chod raha tha, uska ling uske ras se geela tha. “Mukesh, tum harami,” Maa ne dheemi lekin teekhi awaaz mein kaha.


“Tumhe lagta hai tum mere saath aisa kar sakte ho? Mujhe is... randi mein badal sakte ho?” Uske shabd gussa aur nafs ka mishran the, uski yoni bistar ko bheega rahi thi jab woh use gaali de rahi thi. “Main tumhari randi hoon, Mukesh, aur mujhe isse nafrat hai. Tumne mujhe barbaad kar diya, mujhe tumhare ling ke liye tarasne ke liye majboor kiya jab Anil wahan hi hai.”


Laptop screen par Mukesh ki muskurahat uska mazak uda rahi thi, uski aankhein camera par tiki hui thi jab usne nikal kar apna veerya Priya ke pichhwade par chhod diya, safed ropes uski twacha par tapak rahe the. Maa ki ungliyaan uske bhagankur par tezi se kaam kar rahi thi, uski siskiyaan tez ho rahi thi, aur phir woh cheekhi, uska jism kaanp utha jab woh charam par pahunchi, uske ras bistar par chhidak gaye, chadaron ko ek geele, gande puddle mein bheega diya.


Main hairan tha—yeh koi ittefaq nahi tha; Maa ne bhi apne yoni ke ras bistar par chhode usi pal jab Mukesh ne video mein kiya, uska jism uske vishwasghat se sync ho gaya. Woh peechhe giri, tezi se haanfte hue, nangi, chhat ki or dekhti hui, uska seena ubharta chala gaya, uska chehra sharam aur taras ka mishran tha jab uska pati bagal ke kamre mein kharrate maar raha tha. Woh khoi hui lag rahi thi, jaise woh apne andar kuch gehre cheez se joojh rahi ho, uske vichar Mukesh se bhar gaye the.


Phir, usne nightstand se apna phone uthaya, uske hath abhi bhi kaanp rahe the, aur ek number dial kiya. Mujhe nahi pata tha woh kise call kar rahi thi jab tak maine uski awaaz nahi suni, dheemi lekin raat ke sannate mein saaf, late hour ke wajah se amplified. “Rekha? Kya baat hai! Raat ke 2 baj rahe hain. Kya hua?” Mukesh ki awaaz ghamandi thi, jaise use is call ki ummeed thi.


Maa ki awaaz teekhi, gusse wali thi. “Tumne yeh video mujhe kyun bheja, Mukesh? Kisi aur aurat ko chodkar aur mere muh par ragadna? Tummein kya kharabi hai?”
Main aur nazdeek chala gaya, darwaze ke jhiri par kaan lagaya, uljha hua. Maa gussa thi, lekin uska hath wapas uski yoni par tha, dheere ragadte hue jab woh baat kar rahi thi, uske ras abhi bhi tapak rahe the. 


Mukesh ki awaaz akeli uski yoni ko geela kar rahi thi, uska jism uske gusse ko dhoka de raha tha. “Chalo na, Rekha,” Mukesh ne taane wali awaaz mein kaha. “Tum mujhe miss kar rahi ho, na? Bet lagao tum abhi apni yoni chhoo rahi ho, soch rahi ho ki yeh mera ling hota.”


“Nahi!” Maa ne teekhe se kaha, uski awaaz itni tez thi ki main darr gaya ki Papa sun lenge. “Main woh nahi kar rahi. Main gussa hoon, Mukesh. Tumhe lagta hai tum kisi aur ko chod sakte ho aur mujhe saboot bhej sakte ho? Main tumhari khelona nahi hoon. 


Mujhe akela chhod do, sun rahe ho?”
Mukesh hasa, dheemi aur gandi awaaz mein. “Oh, tum meri khelona hi ho, Rekha. Tumhari yoni ab kaisa mehsoos kar rahi hai? Geeli? Bet lagao tumhari gand bhi kaanp rahi hai, mere ling ke liye taras rahi hai jo use kheenchta tha.”


Maa ki ungliyaan ruk gayi, phir tezi se hili, uski saans kaanpti hui. “Bas karo, Mukesh. Main... main waisi nahi hoon,” usne kaha, lekin uski awaaz hichkichayi, uska hath uske shabdon ko dhoka de raha tha jab woh apne bhagankur ko ragad rahi thi.
“Jhooth mat bolo,” Mukesh ne mazboot awaaz mein kaha. “Tumne woh video dekha, na? Tumhe uttejit kar diya. Tumhari yoni ab kya kar rahi hai? Batao mujhe.”


Maa ne jhijhaki, uska chehra aur gehre laal ho gaya. “Thik hai,” usne fusfusaaya, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Main apne aap ko chhoo rahi hoon, thik hai? Main tumhe miss kar rahi hoon, Mukesh. Mujhe isse nafrat hai, lekin kar rahi hoon. Tumne us aurat ko kyun choda? Main nahi chahti tum kisi aur ke saath raho.”


Main shock mein tha, mera hath meri pant ke andar mere ling par chala gaya, dheere se sehlate hue. Mukesh ka plan kaam kar gaya—Maa jal rahi thi, pehle se hi uske liye bheek mang rahi thi, uska gussa bechaini mein pighal gaya. Woh sach mein use khelna jaanta tha, uske jazbaat ko is tarah modta tha ki woh uski ho jati thi. “Yaar, Rekha,” Mukesh ne hairani se kaha. “Tum yeh maan rahi ho? Tum mujhe apne liye hi chahti ho, na?”


“Haan,” Maa ne dheemi, haari hui awaaz mein kaha. “Main ek randi hoon, Mukesh. Main hamesha tumhare ling ke bare mein sochti hoon, chahe Anil bagal mein so raha ho. Main gandi hoon, lekin ruk nahi sakti. Main nahi chahti tum kisi aur ko chodo.”
Mukesh ki awaaz aur gandi ho gayi, use aur dabate hue. “Tumhari yoni ab kya kar rahi hai, Rekha? Tum use ungliyon se chhoo rahi ho, mere ling ke bare mein soch rahi ho jo tumhari gand mein tha? Batao kitni geeli ho.”


Maa ne dheere se siskari li, uski ungliyaan uski yoni mein ghusti hui, uske ras bistar par tapak rahe the. “Main itni geeli hoon, Mukesh. Meri yoni bheeg chuki hai, tumhe mujhe chodte hue sochkar. Main ek randi hoon, apne aap ko chhooti hui jab Anil so raha hai. Mujhe nafrat hai jo tumne mujhe banaya hai.”


Main hairan tha, tezi se sehlate hue, mera dimaag bhaag raha tha. Maa khud ke khilaf gande shabd bol rahi thi, khud ko randi keh rahi thi, Papa ke prati uski wafadari khatam ho chuki thi, uska jism Mukesh ke shabdon ka maalik ban gaya tha. “Ab mujhe apne kuch videos bhejo, Rekha meri randi,” Mukesh ne hukm diya. “Abhi, Rekha. Mujhe woh yoni aur pichhwada dikhao.”


“Kaisa video?” Maa ne kaanpti lekin curious awaaz mein poocha, uski ungliyaan abhi bhi uske bhagankur par kaam kar rahi thi.
“Tumhe pata hai kaisa,” Mukesh ne kaha. “Apni yoni failao, mujhe woh mota pichhwada dikhao. Sabit karo ki tum meri randi ho.”


Maa ne zara bhi jhijhak nahi ki. Usne apna phone lamp ke khilaf rakha, angle set kiya, aur apni taangein failayi, apni geeli yoni ki photos kheench li, uski ungliyaan honthon ko failati hui, phir mudkar apna mota pichhwada dikhaya, uski gand abhi bhi unke pichhle chudai se dheeli thi.










Usne photos bheji, uski saans ragadti hui, aur main Mukesh ki taareef sun sakta tha. “Yaar, Rekha, yeh perfect hai. Kabhi mat sochna main tumhe chhod raha hoon. Lekin tum mere liye kuch karne wali ho.”
“Kya?” Maa ne bechain awaaz mein poocha, uska hath wapas uski yoni par.


“Main tumhe us harami pati Anil ke paas chodna chahta hoon,” Mukesh ne hukm bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Tumhare ghar mein, jab woh wahan ho, so raha ho ya nahi. Yahi deal hai.”
Maa jam gayi, uska hath ruk gaya. “Nahi, Mukesh, yeh bahut risky hai. Hum pehle ki tarah hotel mein mil sakte hain. Anil yahan bahut nazdeek hai, main nahi kar sakti—”


“Koi hotel nahi,” Mukesh ne uski baat kaat di, uski awaaz sakht. “Tum mere tareeke se karo, warna main tumse done hoon, Rekha. Mujhe koi aur yoni mil jayegi chodne ke liye.”


Maa ki saans ruk gayi, uski awaaz mein ghabrahat thi. “Please, Mukesh, mujhe chhod mat do. Main karungi, thik hai? Mujhe parwah nahi agar Anil ko pata chal jaye. Mujhe tum chahiye.” Uske shabd haar ke the, uska jism kaanp raha tha jab usne apni yoni ko aur tezi se ragda.
“Wahi meri achhi randi,” Mukesh ne taareef bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Kal raat, main aa raha hoon. Anil ke drink mein kuch sleeping pills daal do taaki woh behosh rahe.”


Maa ne jhijhaki, uska chehra toot gaya. “Mere paas koi pills nahi hain, Mukesh. Main bas aise nahi—”
“Main Raj ko bhej doonga,” Mukesh ne kaha. “Woh tumhe de dega, koi sawal nahi puchega.”


“Nahi!” Maa ne kaha, uski awaaz oonchi ho gayi. “Raj ko iske bare mein nahi pata chalna chahiye. Please, Mukesh, use ismein mat ghasito.”
“Chinta mat karo,” Mukesh ne use shant karte hue kaha. “Use kuch nahi pata chalega. Main use kahunga yeh kisi aur cheez ke liye hai. Tum bas kal taiyaar raho.”


Main hairan tha, mera ling phadak raha tha jab main sehla raha tha, Mukesh ka plan bilkul perfect chal raha tha. Maa poori tarah uske jaadoo mein thi, uske ling se mohit, Papa ko behosh karne ko taiyaar sirf phir se chudne ke liye. Unhone plan banaya—kal midnight ko, Mukesh pichhle darwaze se ghusega, Maa Papa ko behosh kar degi, aur woh bedroom mein chodenge, Papa ke kharraton se kuch kadam door. Mujhe vishwas nahi ho raha tha ki woh kitna gir chuki thi, Mukesh ne use is bechain, gandi randi mein badal diya tha, uske Papa ke waade sirf jhooth the.





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