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

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 5


Maa ne pehli baar papa ke boss, Mr. Davendra, ki awaaz suni."







“Prisha,” Papa ne kaha, apna cup neeche rakhte hue, “Davendra is baare mein serious hai. Woh hume ek achha din bahar ghumane le jana chahta hai. Shaayad dinner ya kuch fancy.”


Mummy palti, haath mein lakdi ka chamcha, chudiyan dheeme se khanakti hui. “Fancy, huh? Theek hai, shayad main usse thappad nahi maarungi, kyunki woh mere mehnati pati ke liye itna generous hai.” Unhone ek mazaakiya muskurahat di, aankhen sharaarat se chamakti hui.


Papa zordaar hase, apni chai almost gira di. “Oh, ab tum usse aasani se chhod rahi ho? Kal toh bas ‘Main docks pe jaake usse dimag ka ek tukda doongi!’”


Main bhi hansa, apna paratha nigalte hue atak gaya. “Mummy, tum sach mein Papa ke boss ko thappad maarogi?”


Unhone chamcha mujh pe hilaya, sakht banne ka naatak karte hue. “Jai, mujhe tempt mat karo! Lekin agar woh hume bahar le ja raha hai, toh main achhi banungi. Shayad bas usse ek chhoti si lecture doongi ke mere Kishore ko zyada kaam na de.”


Papa ne sar hilaya, abhi bhi hanste hue. “Tum mushkil ho, Prisha. Lekin Davendra achha aadmi hai. Sakht hai, lekin dil ka bhi hai. Tum dekhogi jab usse milogi.”


Main aage jhuka, curious. “Woh kaisa hai, Papa? Tum uske baare mein baat karte ho, lekin main uski tasveer nahi bana sakta.”


Papa ne thodi der socha, apni daadi ragadte hue. “Woh lamba, chauda, awaaz aisi ke jahaz ko theek se dock karne pe majboor kar de. Lekin nishpaksh hai. Jab main achha kaam karta hoon toh hamesha haath milata hai. Tumhe pasand aayega, Jai.”


Mummy ne beech mein kaha, stove pe paratha palatte hue. “Jab tak woh tumhe der tak nahi rakhta, mujhe bhi pasand aayega. Ab, kaise jagah ke baare mein soch rahe ho woh hume le jayega? Kahin music wali? Ya shayad ek bada restaurant?”


Papa ke jawab dene se pehle, unka phone baj utha, table pe zordaar ghoomta hua. Unhone screen dekhi, aankhen badi ho gayi. “Yeh Davendra hai.” Unhone ek ungli uthayi, hume chup rehne ka ishara kiya. “Shh, mujhe yeh lena hai.”


Mummy, jo abhi biryani check karne kitchen gayi thi, daud ke wapas aayi, unki saree sarsarati hui, chehre pe curiosity aur excitement ka mix. Woh mere paas wali kursi pe baith gayi, sunne ke liye kareeb jhuki. Papa ne call speaker pe daal diya, phone ko dhyaan se rakha.


“Davendra sir, good morning,” Papa ne kaha, unki awaaz respectful lekin garma-garam.
“Kishore!” phone se ek awaaz aayi, karkash aur gehri, jaise toofan mein bajri goonj rahi ho. 


Yeh kamre mein bhari, mazboot aur hukum dene wali, aisi awaaz jo tumhe seedha baithne pe majboor kare. “Main bas tumhare baare mein soch raha tha. Woh pichhla shipment? Behadam. Tum mujhe upar walon ke saamne achha dikha rahe ho, dost.”


Papa ka chehra chamak utha, ek garv bhari muskurahat phaili. “Shukriya, sir. Bas apna kaam kar raha hoon.”
Maine Mummy ke saath ek nazar exchange ki. 


Yeh pehli baar thi jab humne Mr. Davendra ki awaaz suni, aur yeh intense thi—karkash jaise sandpaper, gehri jaise samundar jisme Papa kaam karte hain. Yeh sirf zordaar nahi thi; isme wazan tha, authority, jaise har shabd dhyaan mangta ho.


Maine turant Mummy ka reaction dekha jab woh Davendra ki awaaz phone pe sun rahi thi.
Woh thodi si kaanpi, bas kandhon mein ek halka sa kampan, unki ungliyan table ke kinare pe zor se pakad gayi. 


Unki aankhen badi ho gayi, hont thoda sa khule, jaise awaaz ne unme ek chingaari bheji ho. Yeh halka tha, lekin maine dekha—unki saans tezi se chali, gaal thodi si laal ho gaye unke natural glow ke neeche.
Davendra ki awaaz itni gehri thi, Papa ki awaaz se bhi zyada gehri.


Auratien aisi awaaz pe kyun kaanpti hain? Maine socha. Davendra jaisi awaaz sirf sound nahi thi—yeh taakat thi, kacchi aur mardana, hawa mein goonjti hui jaise dhol ki thap.


Shaayad yeh auraton ko taakat, suraksha, ya kuch purana yaad dilati thi, andar gehre feelings jagati thi bina unhe pata chale kyun. Mummy ke liye, shayad yeh bas ek surprise thi, iski intensity ne unhe off guard pakda.


Woh Papa ke liye wafadar thi, koi shak nahi, lekin aisi awaaz kisi ko bhi rukne pe majboor kar sakti thi, jaise ek jhatke wali hawa. Maine ise jhatak diya, apne aap se kaha yeh normal hai—bas ek reaction, kuch zyada nahi. Mummy thi Mummy, adamya.


Call pe wapas, Davendra bolta raha. “Kishore, tumne yeh promotion kamaaya hai, aur main tumhare parivaar ke saath celebrate karna chahta hoon. Kahan jana chahoge? Dinner? Ek din ka trip? Bolo, aur ho gaya.”


Papa hairaan dikhayi diye, sar khujate hue. “Uh, sir, yeh bahut meherbani hai. Main… abhi nahi jaanta. Kya main apni biwi se pooch sakta hoon?”


Davendra ki hansi speaker se goonji, gehri aur karkash. “Bilkul! Ek smart aadmi hamesha apni biwi se poochta hai. Waqt lo, lekin jaldi batao.”


Papa ne Mummy ki taraf dekha, bhaun uthayi, chupke se jawab mangte hue. Mummy ne jhapki, off guard pakdi gayi, hont soch mein bandh kiye. Unhone sar halka sa hilaya, jaise koi idea nahi tha. Papa ne meri taraf dekha, ummeed se. “Jai? Koi idea?”


Maine kandhe uchkaye, utna hi khoya hua. “Uh, shayad ek restaurant? Pata nahi, Papa.”


Mummy Papa ke kareeb khisak aayi, unki saree unke baah ko chhooti, aur jhuk kar dheeme se kaha taaki Davendra na sune. Unki saans unke kaan pe naram thi, awaaz dheemi taaki private rahe.


Woh nahi chahti thi ke boss soche woh faisla sambhaal rahi hai, chahe woh aksar hamare parivaar ke plans ko chalati thi. Unki kareebi dhyaan se thi, almost sharmaati hui, jaise phone pe gehri awaaz ne unhe chhupna chahta tha, khud pe dhyaan nahi khichna.


Unhone kuch kaha, aur Papa ka chehra chamak gaya, sar hilaya. Woh phone ki taraf palte. “Sir, ek achha trip kaisa rahega? Mere parivaar ko achha khana, music pasand hai, aur yeh ek achhi family night ke liye jagah hai.”


Davendra ki awaaz pasandigi se goonji. “Achha choice, Kishore. Kal shaam, main ek trip chununga aur tumhare parivaar ko surprise karoonga, shaam 7 baje. Main ek private plane book karoonga. Apni biwi aur bete ko lao—main unse milne ka intezaar kar raha hoon.”


“Shukriya, sir,” Papa ne kaha, unki awaaz shukragyata se garma-garam. “Yeh hamare liye bahut matlab rakhta hai.”
“Kamaaya hai, dost. Kal milte hain.” Call ek click ke saath khatam hua.


Jaise hi phone chup hua, Mummy aur Papa khushi se uchhal pade. Mummy ne Papa ke gale mein baahen daal di, unki saree lehrati, chudiyan zordaar khanakti hui. “Kishore! Ek fancy trip! Tum shandaar ho!”
Papa hansa, unhe kareeb kheenchte hue. “Hum shandaar hain, Prisha. Tum is parivaar ko jod ke rakhti ho.”


Main bhi kood pada, khud ko rok nahi saka, dono ko ek bade gale mein pakad liya. “Yeh awesome hone wala hai! Ek real restaurant!”


Papa ne Mummy ke maathe pe chuma, phir honton pe, ek jaldi lekin pyaara chumma. Woh sharma gayi, unka haath mazaak mein thapthapayi. “Kishore, Jai ke saamne nahi!”


Mummy meri taraf palti, abhi bhi chamakti hui. “Tumhare papa ne itni mehnat ki, Jai. Yeh promotion, yeh dinner—sab unki wajah se hai.”


Main muskuraaya. “Haan, Papa ab boss hain! Lekin, uh, hum taiyaari kaise karenge? Davendra ne kaha kal. Kya pehne? Kya kare?”


Papa wapas baithe, Mummy ko apni god mein kheench liya, unki badi gaand unke khilaaf aram se baithi. “Achha sawal, Jai. Yeh ek fancy trip hai, woh hume surprise karenge, toh hum achhe kapde pehnenge. Prisha, tumhare paas ek million saree hain—kuch shandaar chuno.”


Mummy hansi, unke baal uchalte hue. “Ek million? Oh, Kishore, main kuch dhoond loongi. Lekin tum? Woh purana suit nahi chalega. Hume tumhare liye nayi shirt chahiye, shayad ek tie.”


Maine sar hilaya. “Haan, Papa, tumhe sharp dikhna hai. Aur main? Mere paas toh fancy kapde bhi nahi!”
Papa hansa. “Hum kuch kar lenge. Shayad kal udaan se pehle ek jaldi shopping trip. Prisha, koi idea kahan?”


Mummy ne apni thodi pe thapthapaya, sochte hue. “Woh dukaan bazaar ke paas—Verma’s. Wahan achhe kapde hain, zyada mehenge nahi. Jai, tumhe ek achha kurta chahiye. Aur Kishore, ek proper shirt. Hum aaj chalte hain.”


Maine aah bhari, bazaar ke chaos ko yaad karke. “Aaj? Mummy, hum aaj hi wahan gaye the, tumhe woh bazaar hamesha kyun chahiye?!”


Unhone ek bhaun uthayi, mazaakiya lekin sakht. “Jai, yeh tumhare papa ke bade din ke liye hai. Tum Mr. Davendra ke saamne achhe dikhna chahte ho, na? Waise bhi, main tumhare pasandida aam khareed doongi.”


Papa hansa, unka haath dabate hue. “Usne tumhe pakad liya, Jai. Chalo, jaldi karenge. Andar-bahar, phir kal ke liye taiyaar.”
Baatcheet chali, khushi aur plans se bhari, jab tak humne Verma’s jana tay kiya.


Papa ke boss se milne ka, fancy jagah pe khane ka khayal ek sapne jaisa laga. Hamara parivaar ruk nahi sakta tha, pyaar aur is naye adhyay se bandha hua.


Baad mein, jab Mummy biryani khatam karne kitchen wapas gayi, main sofa pe baitha, Davendra ke call ke dauraan Mummy ke kampan ke baare mein soch raha tha. Unhone aisa kyun react kiya? Davendra ki awaaz itni karkash, itni gehri thi, jaise deewaren hila sakti ho.


Yeh sirf zordaar nahi thi—isme taakat thi, ek mazbooti jo seene mein lagti thi. Auraton ke liye, shayad yeh suraksha jaisa laga, ek leader ki awaaz, andar kuch jagati hui bina matlab ke.


Shayad Mummy ne ek chingaari mehsoos ki, pyaar nahi, bas ek insaani reaction us tarah ki taakat pe. Woh Papa ki biwi thi, koi shak nahi, lekin aisi awaaz kisi ko bhi rukne pe majboor kar sakti thi.


Maine ise jhatak diya, apne aap se kaha yeh kuch nahi—bas ek normal cheez, jaise zordaar awaaz pe uchhalna. Mummy thi Mummy, wafadar aur mazboot.


Agli subah, main Mummy ko jagane unke kamre mein gaya. Papa abhi nahi uthe the, shayad khushi se thake hue. Maine Mummy ko pet ke bal sote dekha, unki bhoori saree unke jism pe uljhi hui, silk unke sharir pe doosri twacha ki tarah chipki hui.











Is position ne unki badi gaand ko aur bada dikhaya, saree uske poore, gol aakar ko outline karti hui, ghumav kapde ke neeche pahadon ki tarah ubharte hue. Yeh nazar na hatana namumkin tha—bold, numaya, almost pura bistar gher liya.


Maine koshish ki na dekhu, unke chehre pe dhyaan diya, jo sote mein shant tha, unke lambe baal takiye pe bikhre hue. Kyun bacha? Kyunki woh meri mummy thi, aur ghoorna galat laga, beizzati jaisa, chahe unki sundarta na mani jaye. Maine nazar zameen pe kar di, sar hila ke khayal saaf kiya.



“Mummy,” maine dheeme se kaha, unke kandhe pe thapthapate hue. “Utho. Hume bazaar kapde ke liye jana hai.”
Woh hili, neend mein jhapakte hue, awaaz sust. “Jai? Itni jaldi? Kitna time hua?”


“Subah hai, lekin aapne kaha hume udaan se pehle shopping karni hai. Chalo, utho.”
Unhone jamhaai li, baith gayi, saree thodi si sarak gayi jisse blouse zyada dikha. 


“Theek hai, theek hai, beta. Ek minute do taiyaar hone ke liye. Tum aaj jaldi mein ho.”
“Haan, bada din hai. Der nahi honi chahiye.”