Adultery Mere papa ke boss ko meri mummy ki badi gaand pasand hai.

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Woh hamesha mazak karte hain jo ek doosre ko chidhaate hain, lekin hansi mein khatam hote hain. Mummy bolti hain, “Kishore, tumhara khana bahut teekha hai!” aur Papa muskura ke kehte hain, “Prisha, yeh teekha hai jaise mera tumse pyaar!” Mummy aankhen ghumaati hain, gusse ka naatak karti hain, lekin unki muskurahat hamesha dikhaati hai ke unhe yeh pasand hai. Papa bhi mazak mein bolte hain, “Tumhari teyori bhi doosron ki muskurahat se zyada sundar hai!” Aise hi chalta rehta hai, ek doosre ko peeche chhodne ki koshish, jab tak koi ek has na pade.




Ek shaam, main Papa ke saath baithak mein tha. Papa apne kaam ke kagaz sambhaal rahe the, Coastal Horizon Logistics ke liye, ek shipping company. Unki desk kagazon se dhaki thi, aur woh tezi se likh rahe the, cargo list aur jahazon ke schedule check karte hue. Unka chehra gambheer tha, sab kuch sahi karne pe dhyaan diya hua. Main sofa pe baitha tha, ek ladki se baat kar raha tha jisse main kuch din pehle mila tha. Hum flirty, teekhe messages bhej rahe the, aur main apna phone neeche rakhe tha taaki Papa meri muskurahat na dekh lein.


Mummy baithak mein aayi, unke lambe baal lehrate hue aur laal dress unke ghumav ko gale lagaati hui. Unhe Papa ka dhyaan pasand hai, lekin aaj Papa itne vyast the ke unhone unhe dekha nahi. Woh table ke paas khadi hui, haath kamar pe rakhe, unhe kaam karte dekhti rahi. Thodi der baad unhone baat ki.









“Kishore, tumhara kaam kabhi khatam kyun nahi hota?” unhone poocha, awaaz mein mazaak lekin thodi si naraazgi.
Papa likhte rahe, upar nahi dekha. “Prisha, yeh jahaz apne aap nahi chalte. Mujhe deadlines poori karni hain.”
Mummy ne muh banaya aur thoda aur kareeb aayi. “Hamesha deadlines! Tum in kagazon se kabhi nahi thakte?” Woh jhuki, Papa ke pen thik karne ka naatak kiya, lekin unhe idhar-udhar kar ke chhedne lagi.


“Prisha, bas karo,” Papa ne kaha, thodi si muskurahat ke saath upar dekhte hue. “Mujhe woh pens chahiye.”
Mummy muskuraayi, ek kagaz utha ke hilaaya. “Yeh kya hai? Ek aur jahaz masalon se bhara? Ek raat ke liye bina tumhare nahi chal sakta?” Unhone kagaz se apne aap ko pankha kiya, aankhen sharaarat se chamakti hui.


Main phone se upar dekha aur hans pada. Mummy itni koshish kar rahi thi Papa ka dhyaan khichne ki. Woh aur kareeb aayi, Papa ke kandhe pe haath rakha, phir “galti se” ek kitaab table se gira di. “Oops!” unhone kaha, hansi ke saath.
“Prisha, tum toh samundar ka toofan ho,” Papa ne kaha, sar hilaate hue lekin muskuraate hue. Unhone kitaab ke liye haath badhaya, lekin Mummy ne pehle utha li aur zoor se band kar di.


“Ab aur kitaab nahi!” unhone kaha. “Kishore, tum apni biwi ko nahi dekh rahe!” Isse pehle ke Papa kuch bolte, woh unki god mein baith gayi, apne haath unke gale mein daal diya. “Mujhe meethi baatein bolo, warna main kaam nahi karne doongi.”
Papa ki aankhen badi ho gayi, aur woh hans pade. “Prisha, tum namumkin ho! Ek minute do, kaam khatam kar loon.”
“Koi chance nahi,” Mummy ne kaha, aur zor se pakad liya. “Meethi baatein, abhi!”


Main sofa pe itna zor se hans raha tha, mera phone bhool gaya. Mummy ki ziddi sharaarat bahut mazedaar thi, aur Papa ka naatak ka gussa aur bhi mazedaar. Papa ne aah bhari lekin haar maan li, unki awaaz naram ho gayi. “Theek hai, meri pyari. Tum meri subah ka ujaala ho, raat ka taara. Tumhari muskurahat har mushkil din ko keemti banati hai, aur tumhara dil mere kaam ke samundar se bhi bada hai.”


Mummy ke gaal gulabi ho gaye, aur woh muskuraayi. “Yeh toh achha hai, lekin itna kaam kyun lately? Tum hamesha in kagazon mein phanse rehte ho.”
Papa peeche jhuke, abhi bhi unhe pakde hue. “Company ko zyada shares mile hain, Prisha. Zyada jahaz, zyada cargo, zyada kaam. Mr. Davendra hume bade load sambhalne ke liye dabaav daal raha hai.”


Mummy ne teyori banayi. “Mr. Davendra? Woh tumhe itna kaam kyun deta hai? Kya woh sochta hai tum machine ho? Agar main usse miloon, toh ek thappad doongi mere pati ka waqt churane ke liye!”
Papa hans pade. “Woh bas apna kaam kar raha hai, pyar. Usse mujh pe bharosa hai kyunki main isme achha hoon. Zyada shares ka matlab humare liye bhi zyada paisa.”


Mummy ne sar tedha kiya. “Lekin kyun tum? Koi aur nahi mil sakta kagazon ka dher lagane ke liye? Mujhe mera Kishore ghar pe chahiye, raat bhar kagazon mein nahi phansa hua.”
Papa muskuraaye, unka haath dabate hue. “Mr. Davendra jaanta hai main yeh sambhal sakta hoon. Woh kehta hai docks ko smooth chalane mein main sabse achha hoon. Lekin wada karta hoon, Prisha, main usse baat karoonga thoda dheela karne ke liye.”


Mummy ne hmph kiya lekin muskuraayi. “Tumhe karna bhi chahiye, warna main khud docks pe jaake usse kahoongi mere pati ko zyada kaam dena band karo!”
Woh saath mein hans pade, unki awaazein garma-garam aur khushnuma. Papa ne sar hilaya. “Tum usse toofan se bhi zyada dara dogi, Prisha.” Phir unhone kaha, “Zara paani la do, pyar? Gala sookh gaya yeh sab baatein karte karte.”


Mummy ne jaldi se unhe chuma aur khadi ho gayi. “Sirf isliye ke tumne meethi baatein ki,” unhone chheda. Jab woh kitchen ki taraf chali, unki badi gaand har kadam ke saath lehraati thi, laal dress uske poore, gol aakar ko dikhati hui. Woh aise hilti thi jaise uska apna taal ho, atmvishwas aur shalint. Papa ki aankhen unhe dekhti rahi, aur woh zyada door jati isse pehle, unhone unki gaand pe ek mazaakiya thappad maara.






“Aah!” Mummy ne chilla ke kaha, palat ke unka haath maara. “Kishore, sharam karo!” unhone kaha, lekin woh hans rahi thi, aankhen chamakti hui.


Main apne phone pe dhyaan dene ki koshish karta raha, lekin Mummy ki badi gaand ko na dekhna mushkil tha. Yeh sirf iska size nahi tha—yeh uska hilna tha, bold aur nazar andaaz karna namumkin, jaise unke jaadu ka ek hissa. Yeh mujhe Papa ki kahaaniyon ki yaad dilata tha ke kaise unki chal unki nazar mein aayi thi saalon pehle, unke pyaar ka ek mazaakiya hissa. Hamara ghar unki chhed-chhad, unke pyaar, aur Mummy ki yaadgaar maujoodgi se bhara tha