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

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 13

"Mujhe pasand nahi ki Devendra meri maa ko kaise control kar raha hai."

Main dustbin ka bhari plastic dhakkan poora upar kiya aur dheere dheere bahar nikla, ek taang pehle, phir doosri. Ghutne sakht ho gaye the, peeth dard kar rahi thi, poora jism chipchipa aur ghinn laga raha tha. Raat ki thandi hawa thappad ki tarah lagi.


Kuch second wahi khada raha, tez saans lete hue, samajhne ki koshish mein ki main hoon kahan. Washroom ke peeche wala path sunsaan tha, door se party ka music aur samundar ki halki lehron ki awaaz aa rahi thi.

Maine jhatke se khud ko saaf karna shuru kiya, shirt par, shorts par, baahon par zor zor se thapthapaya.


Chhote chhote phal ke chhilke aur geele tissue ungliyon se chipke hue the. Dahi aur sadte aam ki badboo poore mein samayi hui thi. Maine haath ghaas par ragde, palm tree ke tand par ragde, jo bhi mila us par ragda.


Apne aanchal par thook kar muh ponchhne ki koshish ki. Main paagal lag raha tha, lekin parwah nahi thi. Bas itna normal dikhna tha ki party mein wapas ja sakun.


Ab plan saaf tha. Dad ko dhoondhunga, ek taraf le jaunga, bolunga bahut tabiyat kharab hai, pet dard bhi dikha dunga. Unse minnat karunga ki abhi villa wapas chalen. Mom hamesha dad ki baat maanti hai.


Chahe unka mood kuch bhi ho, agar dad bol dein “Prisha, chal rahe hain,” to woh purse uthayengi aur bina sawal kiye aa jayengi. Yeh hi ek tareeka tha jo aage jo hone wala tha usko rok sakta tha.


Main tez tez chal pada roshni wali taraf jahan party ab bhi chal rahi thi. Jooton se pathrilee sadak par gusse wali awaaz aa rahi thi. Chalte hue dimag sabse buri jagah ja raha tha.

Doston se suni kahaniyan, internet ki baatein, shaadiyon mein kanphusi mein suni gossip yaad aa rahi thi.
Achhe ghar ki auraten, izzatdar biwiyan, maaen, jo ek office trip ya ek party mein gayi aur sab badal gaya.

Ek drink zyada, ek dance kareeb, ek “dosti ka” lift ghar tak, aur phir raat ko chupke nikalna, pati se jhooth bolna, secret messages, hotel mein milna.


college ke senior ki biwi yaad aayi jise sab seedhi sadhi samajhte the, baad mein poori colony ko pata chala do saal se pati ke boss ke saath so rahi thi.


Cousin ke bhabhi yaad aayi jo pati aur chhote chhote bacchon ko chhod kar ek ameer businessman ke saath bhaag gayi thi, woh bhi isi tarah ke resort mein mili thi. Wahi peeli roshni, wahi samundar ki hawa, wahi jhooth.


Poora jism thanda pad gaya. Mom aaj raat wahi raasta chal rahi thi. Ek washroom mein kiss, ek gayab panty, ek secret cottage, aur kal woh alag insaan hongi. Main yeh hone nahi de sakta.


Itna khoya hua tha ki ek waiter se takraate takraate bacha jo thandi berry drinks ki tray le kar ja raha tha. Woh ekdum ruka.
“Arrey bhai, careful!” usne tray balance karte hue kaha.


Phir mujhe achhe se dekha aur aankhen badi ho gayi.
“Ek minute… yellow sari wali lady… killer figure wali… woh teri mom hai na?”


Muh khula hi reh gaya haan bolne ko, lekin ruk gaya. Agar haan bola to woh samajh jayega jo woh soch raha hai woh meri maa ke baare mein hai. Kabhi uska muh nahi dekh paunga.


“Nahi… bas family friend,” maine jhooth bola, zameen ki taraf dekhte hue.
Woh hasa, ek percent bhi vishwas nahi kiya.


“Family friend? Lucky family yaar. Woh aurat to poori aag hai. Sari kaise chipki hui hai… boobs jaise kood rahe hain, woh gaand apni hi taal par hilti hai. Aadhe aadmi yahan bhookhe kutton ki tarah dekh rahe hain.”


Chehra jal gaya. Mutthiyan band ho gayi. Lekin zabardasti shaant raha. Usse pata nahi thi meri mom hai. Maarunga to sab kharab ho jayega.
Usne baat jaari rakhi, maza lete hue.


“Aisi auraten? Shadi-shuda, bade bade assets, kapde do number chhote? Sab loyal ban’ti hain, ek sweet-talker mila aur pati minute mein bhool gaye.”


Chup nahi reh saka. “Aisa kyun bol rahe ho?”


Woh kandhe uchaala. “Har hafte dekhta hun bhai. Badi kamar, bada seena, low blouse, yahi log hamesha ‘private tour’ ke liye gayab ho jaati hain. Naam kya hai uska waise?”


Maine lagbhag “Prisha” bol diya, ruk gaya. “Rina,” jhooth bola.
Usne sar hilaya. “Rina type sabse aasaan hoti hain. Trust me.”


Phir aur kareeb aaya, awaaz dheemi ki.
“Aaj raat hi kitne ameer log uske baare mein pooch rahe the. Ek aadmi ne poora private cottage book kar diya sirf uske liye. Bola ‘yellow sari wali, bada sab kuch’. Triple paisa diya no disturbance ke liye.”


Dil tez dhadakne laga. “Kaun?”
Usne socha. “Naam tha Da… Davi… kuch.”
“Davindra?” meri awaaz kaanp gayi.


Usne ungliyan bajayi.
“Haan! Davindra sir. Bade boss. Cottage 808 book kiya, private area wala, bade glass windows samundar ki taraf. Manager se bola 11:30 ke baad koi staff na jaaye. Extra tip bhi diya secret rakhne ko.”


Laga zameen dono pairon ke neeche se gayab ho gayi.
“Cottage 808?” maine dohraya.


“Haan haan. Romantic package, gulab ki pankhuriyan, champagne, sab kuch. Teri ‘family friend’ ko zindagi ki raat milne wali hai.”
Phir mera chehra dekha aur dheere hasa.


“Ruko… woh teri mom hi hai na? Maine tum dono ko pehle saath dekha tha. Jhooth mat bolo.”
Usne aur ek shabd bolta usse pehle maine tray se ek berry drink uthaya aur poora uski shirt par udaal diya. Laal juice uski safed uniform par khoon ki tarah beh gaya.


Woh peeche peeche chillaya jab main tez tez chal diya.
“Madarchod! Bewakoof! Saala haramzada! Problem kya hai tera?!”


Peechhe muda nahi. Kaano mein gussa gunj raha tha. Bheed mein dhakke khaate hue aage badha, logon se takrata gaya bina dekhe. Ek lady ne daanta, “Arrey dikhayi nahi deta?”


Ek uncle bole, “Aajkal ke ladkon mein tameez hi nahi.” Kisi aur ne kaha, “Dekho yeh ladka, kachre ki badboo aa rahi hai.” Parwah nahi thi. Bas dad ko dhoondhna tha.


Main party area mein pahuncha. Mom dad ke bagal mein khadi thi, meethi muskaan, ek haath unki baanh par, perfect biwi. Lipstick taza, sari perfect, lekin mujhe neeche ka sach pata tha.


Seedhe unke paas gaya.

Mom ne mujhe dekha aur chamak kar muskurayi. “Jai beta! Itni der kahan tha? Main fikr kar rahi thi—”
Maine poora ignore kiya aur dad ko dekha.


“Dad, abhi ke abhi chalte hain.”






Dad ne hairani se palta. “Kya hua beta? Itna gussa kyun?”
“Tabiyat bahut kharab hai. Villa wapas jaana hai. Abhi.”


Mom ne narmi se meri baanh chhui. “Jai, kya hua? Chehra poora laal hai.”
Maine baanh jhatke se chhuda li jaise jal gayi ho. “Mujhse baat mat karo.”


Dad ne tyrhi bhau. “Jai, tameez se. Maa se aise baat nahi karte.”
“Maine kaha ghar chalna hai dad. Unko bolo. Woh to aapki hamesha maanti hain.”


Mom ko thes lagi aur confused dikhi. “Beta, aise kyun baat kar raha hai? Kuch hua kya?”
Main dad ko hi ghoor raha tha, aankhen jal rahi thi. Saath hi bheed mein Davendra ka chehra dhoondh raha tha. Agar dikha to pata nahi kya kar dunga.


Dad ne notice kiya. “Aise kyun idhar udhar dekh raha hai? Kisko dhoondh raha hai?”
“Kisi ko nahi,” main jaldi bola. “Bas… please dad.”


Mom ne phir koshish ki. “Jai, kam se kam paani to pi lo. Behosh ho jaayega.”
Dad ne kandhe par haath rakha. “Beta, shaant ho ja. Party to khatam hone wali hai waise bhi. Lekin Davindra sir ka intezar karna padega. Unko dhanyavad kiye bina nahi ja sakte.”


Jaise hi dad ne uska naam liya, khoon mein aag lag gayi.
Mom ne dheeme se kaha, “Haan Jai. Thodi der aur. Yahi humare saath khada reh.”


Maine uski taraf muda, aankhon mein nafrat bhari. Usne dekha aur thoda peeche hat gayi.
Phir usne waiter ko paani ke liye bulaya.


Mera pet dhas gaya jab maine dekha kaun hai; wahi waiter jiski shirt par maine juice udaala tha. Shirt ab bhi geeli aur laal daag wali. Usne mujhe gusse se dekha, phir mom ko dekha aur gandi jaan pahchaan wali smile di.


Mom ko kuch pata nahi chala. Usne tray se glass liya.
“Lo beta, yeh pi lo. Theek lagega.”


Waiter ki smile aur badi ho gayi. Ab usse pakka pata tha. “Yellow sari wali hot aurat” meri maa hai. Haath kaanp rahe the jab maine glass liya. Waiter mujhe aise dekha jaise usne koi ganda khel jeet liya ho.


Maine palta aur tez tez door chal diya, chehra sharam aur gusse se jal raha tha. Yeh meri zindagi ka sabse bura din tha. Door ek bench par baith gaya, paani ek hi ghoont mein pi gaya, saans lene ki koshish ki.


Haath itne kaanp rahe the ki thoda paani shirt par gir gaya.
Sabse zyada gussa kisse karun, mom se ya Davindra se? Mom se ki woh ek ajnabi ban gayi? Ya Davindra se ki usne mom ko yeh bana diya?


Phir upar dekha aur kuch aisa dikha ki khoon jam gaya.
Davindra mom aur dad ke paas aa gaya tha, perfect gentleman ki muskaan ke saath. Itni door se sunai nahi de raha tha, lekin honth padh sakta tha.


Usne dad se kuch kaha, namaste kiya, phir resort building ki taraf ishara kiya aur painting dikhane ka ishara kiya.
Dad khushi se sar hilaye aur mom ki peeth thapthapayi.


Mom sharmai lekin muskurayi aur sar hilaya.
Mujhe bilkul pata tha kya ho raha hai.


Davindra dad se permission maang raha tha mom ko “khaas paintings dikhane” ya “private cottages dekhane”. Dad, bharosa karte hue aur fakhr karte hue, haan bol rahe the.


Woh cottage 808 ja rahe the.






Main yeh hone nahi de sakta.
Mujhe yaad aaya waiter ko exact room pata tha.


Main bench se utha aur usko dhoondhne daud pada.
Woh bar ke paas tha, ab bhi shirt ponchh raha tha, dusre waiter se has has kar baat kar raha tha.
Pahunchte hi saans phooli hui thi.


“Sorry pehle ke liye,” maine jaldi kaha. “Drink ke liye. Sach mein sorry.”


Usne aankhen sanki kar dekha. “Ab sorry bol raha hai? Dimag mein gaaliyan dene ke baad?”
“Gusse mein tha. Please. Mujhe teri madad chahiye.”


Usne baahen band ki. “Main kyun madad karun?”
Maine gehri saans li. “Kyunki… yellow sari wali… woh meri mom hai.”


Uski aankhen badi ho gayi. Sach mein shock.
“Teri mom? Jo abhi Davindra sir se cottage 808 mein chudne wali hai?”


Laga thappad pada ho. “Aise mat bol uske baare mein.”
Woh hasa, lekin ab dheere. “Bhai teri mom itni hot hai ki rand jaisi lagti hai. Lekin pehle jhooth bola isliye.”


“Please,” maine minnat ki. “Rokne mein madad kar.”
Usne ek second socha, phir saans bhari.
“Theek hai. Kya chahiye?”


“Mujhe unke aane se pehle cottage 808 mein ghusna hai.”
Usne bhau uthayi. “Chabi chahiye?”
“Haan.”


Usne charon taraf dekha, phir dheeme se bola.
“Housekeeping office kitchen ke peeche. Night supervisor ke paas spare chabiyan dusri drawer mein. Naam Manoj. Bolo Raj ne bheja hai aur cottage ki chabi kho gayi. 500 rupaye do to zyada sawal nahi karega.”


Maine tez se sar hilaya. “Thank you.”
Staff area ki taraf daud pada.


Raste mein dekha mom aur Davindra resort ki seedhiyon ki taraf ja rahe the, mom ki baanh uske haath mein, dad khushi se haath hila rahe the.







Maine service lift se eighth floor liya.
Darwaza khula to hallway mein aage hi dono dikhe.


Abhi mujhe nahi dekha tha. Mom ki badi gaand har kadam par hil rahi thi, yellow sari zor se chipki hui. Khud par gaali di ki notice kar raha hun, lekin rok nahi pa raha tha.


Maine intezar kiya jab tak corner mud gaye, phir daud pada.







Room 808 mil gaya. Corridor sunsaan. Left right dekha, dil dhadak raha tha dhol ki tarah, phir chabi daali. Lock khula. Darwaza khola, andar ghus gaya, dheere se band kar diya.






Kamra bada aur romantic tha, halki roshni, bistar par gulab ki pankhuriyan, automatic soft music baj raha tha. Dekhne ka time nahi tha. Ek bada almari mila, jaldi andar ghus gaya, band kiya aur dua ki jis mom se gussa hun woh khole na.


Dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki darr tha jab woh aayenge to sun lenge.
Lekin main andar tha.


Aur main kuch bhi karne ko taiyar tha unko rokne ke liye.


Phir almari mein kariban 5 minute chup raha, phir darwaza khulne ki awaaz aayi aur mujhe pata chal gaya meri mom aur woh bewakoof Davendra aa gaye hain.