Adultery Ammi aur uncle

[lucky222]

Mera dimaag sunn ho gaya tha.
Haath ab bhi kaanp rahe the, lekin ab sirf ghabrahat se nahi... gusse aur ek ajeeb si ghinn se. Har lafz, har emoji... "black pehno"... "til hai"... "Dupatta..”.. mere kaano mein hathodon ki tarah baj raha tha.

Maine jaldi se phone ko waapis charging par lagaya, screen ko lock karke andhera kar diya. Bilkul waisa hi, jaisa unhone chhoda tha.

Main tezi se palat kar apne bistar par let gaya aur chaadar ko apne upar kheench liya, peeth unki taraf kar ke. Aankhein zor se band kar leen, jaise main soya hua tha, jaise maine kuch nahi dekha. Par ab neend aur sukoon meri zindagi se koso door jaa chuke the.

Tabhi... shower ki awaaz band ho gayi.Ekdum khamoshi chha gayi.Kuch pal baad washroom ke Darwaze ke khulne ki  'click' awaaz aayi.Main saans roke leta raha. Mujhe unke qadmon ki narm awaaz aayi. Phir kamre mein unke perfume, sabun aur shampoo ki mili-juli mehak phail gayi. Wahi mehak jo bachpan se mujhe duniya ki sabse mehfooz jagah lagti thi. Aaj... aaj uss mehak mein mujhe dhoke ki ek ajeeb si chubhan mehsoos ho rahi thi.

Ammi aaine ke saamne khadi ho gayin.Unki peeth meri taraf thi. Woh bilkul safed, mote royein waale terrycloth ke bathrobe mein lipti theen. Belt kamar par dheela sa bandha tha, bas ek naam ki girah. Kapda unke geele jism se chipak gaya tha, khaas kar unke kandhon ke ubhaar aur kamar ke halkhe se curve par, jisse unke jism ka saancha saaf nazar aa raha tha.
Kamre ki halki roshni unki geeli twacha par pad rahi thi, jo abhi bhi garam paani se gulaabi ho rahi thi.Lekin meri nazar unke kaale, geele baalon par theher gayi thi, jo unhone ek taraf kiye hue the. Paani ki moti-moti boondein unke baalon ke siron se tapak rahi theen. Ek boond unki gardan ke nape mein ek pal ke liye theherti aur phir unki spine ki lakeer par ek chamakdaar rasta banati hui, bathrobe ke kapde mein chali jaati.
Yeh manzar itna gharelu tha, itna jaana-pehchaa... lekin aaj, Vishal ke shabdon ke baad, yeh duniya ka sabse gair, sabse bechain kar dene waala manzar lag raha tha.
Fir unhone almari kholi aur hangers ko apne hathon se khiskane lagi jaise kuch dhund rahi ho.
Mera dil doob raha tha. Main bas dua kar raha tha... 'Please...Ammi…. maroon suit... please woh maroon suit nikaalna...'

Ammi ne ek hanger nikala.Us par ek joda latak raha tha aur woh kala tha.Ek chamakdaar, gehra kaala suit.

Unhone uss kaale suit ko ek pal ke liye apne bathrobe ke upar hi apne jism ke saamne laga kar dekha. Aaine mein unka aks... ek aisi aurat ka tha jise main nahi jaanta tha.

Unke honthon par wahi raaz bhari muskurahat ab aur gehri ho gayi.
Yeh faisla ho chuka tha. Woh yeh uss 'Vishal' ke liye pehen rahi theen.

Ammi palati aur suit ko apne haath mein liye, waapis washroom ki taraf chali gayin. Darwaza unke peeche band hua aur halki si 'click' ki awaaz ne unke iraade par mohar laga di.

Maine apni aankhein sakhti se band kar leen. Mera khoon jo kuch der pehle khaul raha tha, ab bilkul thanda pad gaya tha. Barf ki tarah. Shaam ki party ab ek jashn nahi, ek saza banne wali thi.

Kamre mein phir wahi khamoshi chha gayi. Lekin is baar yeh khamoshi chubhne waali thi. Har second ek ghante jaisa lag raha tha. Main bas unke baahar aane ka intezaar kar raha tha.

Kuch minute baad... darwaza phir se khula.Maine apni palkon ko phir se ek lakeer jitna khola.

Ammi baahar nikleen.Aur ek pal ke liye, meri saans ruk gayi.Bathrobe jaa chuka tha. Ab unke jism par ek gehra shaahi kaala sharara suit tha.

Yeh narm, mulayam, high-quality chiffon tha. Ek aisa kapda jo paani ki tarah behta tha aur hawa ki har hararat par lehraata tha. Kameez lamba tha.Aur unke jism par bilkul hi perfect lag raha tha, na bahut dheela ,na bahut hi tight.

Kameez unke seene par se phisalti hui, kamar ke paas se guzarti aur phir unke kulhon par ek narm, behte hue parde ki tarah girti thi.

Uss chiffon kameez ke andar unke seene ka manzar jaise ek bilkul saaf aur bebaak elaan tha. Unke seene ka ubhar bahut prominent lag raha tha. Woh round the. Bilkul saaf, sakht golaai mein, jaise kisi ne sangtaraashi ki ho. Aur woh bhare-bhare aur mazboot lag rahe the. Unmein narmi ya dheele pan ka koi ehsaas nahi tha.

Aur unka kameez uss sakht, gol shakal par kisi rang ki tarah chipak gaya tha. Khaas kar unke ubhaar ke sabse oonche hisse par, chiffon bilkul kass kar baitha tha.Aur wahan se, kameez aazaadi se neeche girti thi. Yeh unke jism se phisalti hui, unke kulhon se guzarti aur seedhi neeche... unke ghutnon se bhi neeche... unki pindliyon ke beech (mid-calf level) tak jaati thi.

Uska gala ooncha aur band tha, ek 'traditional high-neck', jo poori tarah se bhaari, sunehre zardozi ke kaam se lada hua tha. Yeh bhaari kaam uss halke chiffon par ek ajeeb wazan daal raha tha, usse unke collarbones par bilkul thehraaye hue tha. Peeth bilkul band aur saada thi.

Aasteenein (sleeves) bhi usi sheer chiffon ki theen.Woh unki baazuon par ek kaale dhuen ki parat ki tarah lipti theen, jisse unki gori rangat halki si jhalak rahi thi.Aasteenon ka kinaara, unki kalaaiyon par, gale ki tarah hi, bhaari sunehre kaam ke 'cuffs' mein khatm hota tha.
Aur unke sharara bottom ka neechla hissa kameez ke neeche se nazar aa raha tha. Yeh ek intehaai chauda aur bhaari gher tha.Usmein kai paratein (layers) theen, jo usse ek wazan aur lehar de rahi theen.
Aur bilkul neeche, uss poore gher ke daaman (hemline) par, wahi sunehra kaam kiya gaya tha-ek moti, chamakdaar patti (border) jo unke har qadam par chamak uthti thi.
Woh aaine ke saamne stool par baith gayi. Aur Unhone apna zewaron ka dibba khola.
Pehle unhone sone ki patlu naazuk choodiyan uthaayin. Unhone apne haath ko thoda upar uthaya-wahi haath jin par kal ki mehndi ka gehra, siyahi-maa'il (ink-like) laal rang ab bhi racha hua tha. Unhone uss sheer, kaali aasteen ko, jo sunehre cuff par khatm hoti thi, thoda sa peeche sarkaya. Unki gori, narm kalaai nazar aane lagi.
Khann...Khann…
Ek-ek karke, unhone do choodiyon ko apni kalaai par chadhaya. Sona uss mehndi lagi, gori twacha (skin) par ajeeb tarah se chamak raha tha. Sheeshe mein unki nigahein apne haath par hi tiki theen. Har 'khanak' ki awaaz uss khamosh kamre mein ek elaan ki tarah goonj rahi thi. Yeh meri Ammi ki choodiyon ki awaaz thi... lekin aaj yeh mujhe kisi bedi ki awaaz lag rahi thi.
Choodiyan pehen kar, unhone aasteen ko waapis theek kiya. Sona uss sunehre cuff ke neeche chhup gaya. Aisa hi ritual unhone dusre hath mein bhi dohraya.
Phir woh aaine ke qareeb jhukeen. Unhone apne geele baalon ko, jo ab tak thode sookh gaye the, apne mehndi-rache haathon mein sameta. Unhone usse maroda... sakhti se, ek-dum tight... aur unhe oopar utha kar, apne sar ke peechhe ek saaf-suthra, ooncha jooda (bun) bana diya.
Jooda bana kar, unhone waapis dibbe mein haath daala aur ek sone ka haar nikaala. Wahi nafees sa haar jo Abbu ne unhe diya tha. Unhone use apne band, sunehre kaam waale gale ke theek neeche pehna. Sone ki patli si lakeer uss bhaari, sunehre kaam ke neeche alag se chamak rahi thi.
Fir Unhone apni mehndi-rachi ungliyon se ek teh kiye hue kaale kapde ko uthaya. Narm, be-jaan sa chiffon. Jab unhone use khola, toh woh ek kaale baadal ki tarah unke haathon mein phail gaya. Unhone use hawa mein uthaya... aur phir, bilkul ehtiyaat se, use apne sar par, baalon ke jooday ke oopar, daal liya.
Phir unhone aaine mein apni aankhon mein dekhte hue, kapde ke ek sirey ko apni thodi (chin) ke neeche laaya. Unki harkat mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha. Jaise yeh unke jism ka, unki fitrat ka ek hissa ho.
Unhone kapde ko kheencha... zyaada nahi, bas itna ke woh unke chehre ke har naqsh (feature) ke gird kas jaaye.
Pehle unhone use apne maathe (forehead) ki lakeer par bithaaya, apne baalon ki jadhon (roots) ko uss kaale saaye ke neeche dafan karte hue.
Phir kapda unke gaalon (cheeks) se sarakta hua neeche aaya, unki gori, narm khaal (skin) ko dhaanpta hua.
Unki gardan, jo ek pal pehle uss sone ke haar ke neeche be parda thi, ab poori tarah uss kaale hi-jab mein chhup chuki thi.
Unka jooda... unke baal... unki gardan ki nazaakat... sab kuch. Sab uss ek kaale kapde ke parde ke peechhe gum ho gaya. Aisa lag raha tha jaise aaine mein unka chehra, unke jism se alag ho gaya ho.
Fir Unhone doosra sira laa kar usey pehle waale par rakha, aur phir apne zewaron ke dibbe se ek choti si, chamakti hui pin nikaali. Apni thodi ke bilkul neeche, jahaan dono sirey mil rahe the, unhone pin ko kapde ki tehon (layers) mein ghusa diya.
Ek halki si 'click' ki awaaz aayi. Ek taale (lock) ki awaaz.
Ab aaine mein jo aurat thi, uska chehra ek kaale frame mein qaid (imprisoned) tha. Sar se... gardan tak, woh ek paak-saaf, ba-parda aurat ban chuki theen. Ek aisi aurat jise koi gair-mard bura na keh sake.
Lekin uss parde ke theek neeche... wahi chiffon ki kaali kameez thi. Wahi jism ke waazeh (clear) naqsh. Wahi gunaah. Yeh parda ek dhoka tha. Ek jhooth.
Fir Unhone makeup bag se lipstick nikaali. Ek gehra, maheen (muted berry) rang. Unhone use ghuma kar khola. Unki laal-rangeen ungliyan uss sone ki lipstick case par ajeeb lag rahi theen.
Aaine ke bilkul qareeb jaakar, unhone apne honthon ko halka sa khola. Aur bilkul ehtiyaat se, jaise koi fankaar (artist) ho, unhone uss rang ko apne honthon par bhara. Pehle oopri honth... phir nichla.
Rang bohot gehra tha. Unki gori rangat aur kaale veil ke beech, woh do gehre, rangeen honth... ek waada lag rahe the.
Unhone apne honthon ko ek-doosre par dabaaya. Ek halki si, 'smack' ki awaaz aayi.
Taiyaari... mukammal ho chuki thi.
Aur main ek kaayar ki tarah sone ka natak karta raha.Kuch der baad woh uthi aur mere bistar ke paas aayi. Unke perfume ki mehak aur bhi gehri ho gayi.

"Uth," unki aawaaz aayi. Narm, bilkul hamesha jaisi. "Kab tak sota rahega? Shaam ho gayi hai. Dawat ke liye taiyaar nahi hona?"

Main aankhein malte hue bistar par baith gaya aur unki aur dekha. Yeh meri Ammi nahi theen, Aisha theen.

Woh muskurai aur kaha " Chal, jaldi se uth aur taiyaar ho ja. Main zara neeche Saima ke paas jaa rahi hoon, dekhti hoon kuch kaam hai ya nahi."

"Theek hai," main bed se utarte hue bola.

"Suno," unhone kaha.

Main ruka aur unki taraf dekha.

"Main... theek lag rahi hoon?" Unhone thoda sa ghoomte hue, apne suit ko dekhte hue poocha.

Mera dil kiya main unhe bata doon ki main sab jaanta hoon. Ki yeh sawal mere liye nahi, uss Vishal ke liye hai.

"Haan," maine bina kisi jazbaat ke kaha.

"Theek lag rahi hain."

Mera jawab sun kar unke chehre par ek pal ki maayoosi aayi, jaise woh kisi aur tareef ki ummeed kar rahi theen, lekin unhone fauran khud ko sambhaal liya.
"Achha, jaldi aana," woh keh kar kamre ke darwaze ki taraf mudi.

Main unhe jaate hue dekhta raha. Phir, darwaze tak pahunchne se aain pehle, woh rukeen. Unhone apna phone uthaya, jo ab tak poora charge ho chuka tha.

Main wahin khada raha.Unhone phone ko apne saamne kiya. Screen unke chehre ko roshan kar rahi thi.
Aur apne honthon ko halka sa daba kar ek angle banaya... aur wahi raaz bhari muskurahat unke chehre par aa gayi.

Click.

Unhone selfie le li thi.Woh screen par kuch type karne lageen. Ek pal ke liye rukeen, muskurayi, aur 'send' daba diya.

Mera shak ab yakeen mein badal chuka tha. Unhone apna waada poora kar diya tha.

“Aisha…kahan ho…” neeche se kisi rishtedar ki awaaz aayi.

"Bus aayi…..," unhone phone ko clutch mein daalte hue, bina meri taraf dekhe kaha, aur kamre se nikal gayin.

Main wahin khada raha. Mere kaano mein party ka neeche se aata halka shor nahi, balki Vishal ke messages goonj rahe the: "Black peheniye." "Kaash main dekh paata."
Aur ab... usne dekh liya tha.

Mera gala sookh raha tha. Maine dressing table par rakhe paani ke glass ko uthaya aur ek hi saans mein poora pee gaya. Phir maine aaine mein khud ko dekha. Wahi aaina jismein Ammi ne abhi apna aks dekha tha. Mujhe apni aankhon mein gusse ke badle ek ajeeb si thakavat aur bechargi dikhayi di.'Taiyaar ho jao,' unhone kaha tha.Haan Main taiyaar hounga.

Main ab is party ko miss nahi kar sakta tha. Main ab sirf ek beta nahi tha jo shaadi mein aaya hai. Main ek gawah ban gaya tha. Ek jaasoos.

Maine robot ki tarah almari kholi aur apna kurta nikaala. Main jaldi-jaldi taiyaar hua. Har kapda jo main pehen raha tha, mujhe kaanton ki tarah chubh raha tha. Mera dimaag bas ek hi cheez soch raha tha... unhone 'send' daba diya tha.

Usne ab woh tasveer dekh li hogi. Woh ab kya keh raha hoga? Kya Ammi neeche party mein bhi usse baat karengi?

Main kamre se nikla aur seedhiyon ki taraf badha. Jaise-jaise main neeche utar raha tha, music tez hota jaa raha tha. Lawn ko lighton se sajaya gaya tha. Logon ka ek bada hujoom tha-rishtedaar, dost, sabhi hans-bol rahe the.

Meri aankhein bheed ko cheerte hue sirf ek shakhs ko dhoondh rahi theen.Aur woh mujhe foran dikh gayin.Woh lawn ke ek kone mein Saima aur kuch doosri aurton ke saath khadi theen. Unke haath mein ek juice ka glass tha. Aur woh hans rahi theen. Khilkhila kar. Woh kaala suit bheed mein alag hi chamak raha tha, bilkul waisa hi jaisa Vishal ne imagine kiya hoga.