14-12-2025, 12:57 AM
Usne Ammi ko mirror ke saamne se hataya aur ek jhatke mein unhein apni baahon mein utha liya. Ammi ke munh se ek halki si, khushi bhari cheekh nikli-"Ahhh! Vishal!" Unhone girne ke darr se fauran apni dono nangi baahein Vishal ke gale mein daal di aur usse chipak gayin.
Unka nanga, gora seena (chest) Vishal ke coat ke rough kapde se ragad khaya. Unke bhaari breasts Vishal ke seene par dab gaye, aur unke 'Ivory' lehenge ka ghera hawa mein lehra gaya.
Main almari ki jhirri se dekh raha tha kaise wo unhein lekar bed ki taraf badha, lekin mahaul mein ab sirf hawas nahi, ek ajeeb si shararat bhi thi.
"Oof!" Vishal ne chalte hue mazaak mein bhaari saans li. "Yaar…Badi bhaari ho tum toh, Aisha... lagta hai sasuraal ka khaana-peena kuch zyada hi lag raha hai jism ko."
Ammi ne sharam aur hansi ke maare apna maatha Vishal ke kandhe par maar diya. Unhone halke se uske seene par mukka maara.
"Chup karo badmaash!" Ammi ne nakhre se kaha, unki aankhein masti mein naach rahi theen. "Main moti nahi hoon... Tum itne strong ho fir bhi uthaya nahi jaata?"
Vishal ruka nahi, wo unhein lekar chalta raha aur shaitani muskurahat ke saath bola, "Kitna strong hu... yeh toh abhi do minute mein bed par pata chal jayega jaaneman. Waise maine 'moti' kab kaha? Maine toh kaha 'bhari' hui ho..."
Usne unhein thoda sa hawa mein uchhaal kar wapas pakda (adjusted her grip), jisse Ammi ke nange breasts hile aur unke munh se 'Haaye!' nikal gaya.
"...aur wo bhi bilkul sahi jaghon se bhari hui ho," Vishal ne unke seene ki taraf dekhte hue aankh maari.
Ammi khilkhila kar hans padi. Wo hansi ek bharpoor aurat ki thi. Unhone apni naak Vishal ki naak se ragad di.
"Bade besharam ho gaye ho..."
"Tumhara asar toh hoga hi," Vishal ne jawab diya.
Vishal bed ke paas pahuncha aur usne bade hi wild tareeke se Ammi ko naram gadde par patak diya.
Ammi bed par girin, aur unka bhaari lehenga unke charon taraf kisi safed baadalon ki tarah phail gaya. Unke baal, jo juda mein the, ab thode khul gaye aur takiye par bikhar gaye.
Aur wo nazaara... wo mere dimaag ki nasse phadne ke liye kaafi tha. Ammi wahaan leti hui theen-kamar se neeche dulhan ki tarah saji hui, lekin kamar se upar bilkul Nangi.
Letne ki wajah se unke gore, bhare hue breasts thode side mein dhalak gaye the (sloped sideways), par unka size aur shape abhi bhi utna hi perfect aur tempting lag raha tha. Unka sapaat pet aur wo gehri nabhi (navel) ceiling ki taraf point kar rahi thi. Wo bed par leti hui kisi greek devi ki murti lag rahi theen, jo sirf bhog ke liye bani ho.
Vishal ne Ammi ko letane ke baad ek pal bhi barbaad nahi kiya. Uski aankhon mein hawas ki aag dhadak rahi thi.
Usne foran apne kurte ka daaman pakda aur ek jhatke mein use sarr se upar kheencha……. Phirrppp…… Kurta hawa mein lehrata hua zameen par ja gira. Uske neeche usne ek safed banyan (vest) pehni thi, par uska sabr ab khatam ho chuka tha. Usne use bhi gale se pakad kar phaadne waale andaaz mein utaara aur phenk diya.
Ab Vishal kamar se upar bilkul nanga mere saamne khada tha.
Main almari ki jhirri se dekh kar dang reh gaya. Uska jism... wo kisi aam aadmi jaisa nahi tha.
Uska seena (chest) chouda aur patthar jaisa sakht tha, jis par kaale, ghane baal (hair) the jo ek pattern mein neeche uski navel tak ja rahe the. Paseene mein bheega hua uska seena chamak raha tha. Jab usne apne haath hilaye, toh uske biceps kisi football ki tarah akad kar ubhar aaye. Uski veins (nassein) uske muscular haathon par saaf dikh rahi theen.
Woh mere Papa se kahin zyada taqatwar, tagda aur mardana lag raha tha. Ek asli 'Alpha Male' jo kisi ko bhi daba sakta tha.
Ammi neeche leti hui upar dekh rahi theen. Unki nashiili aankhein Vishal ke us bhaari-bharkam, hairy chest par fisal rahi theen.
"Uff..." Ammi ne madhosh hokar kaha, unki awaaz mein ek admiration thi. "Yeh body... yeh muscles... Vishal, tum toh kisi jungli saand (bull) ki tarah lag rahe ho. Itne sakht kaise ho?"
Vishal ne garv se apna seena phulaya aur apne biceps par haath phera, apni taqat ka numaiysh karte hue.
"Tujhe achha laga nai?" usne shaitani hansi ke saath kaha. " Gym Trainer rah chuka hun main jaanu."
Ammi ne halke se honth kaate, wo uski mardangi dekh kar pighal rahi theen.
Vishal ab rukne waala nahi tha. Wo bed ke kinare khada hua, Ammi ke pairon ke paas.Usne apne salwar ka naada (drawstring) pakda.Ek jhatka... aur naada khul gaya.
Uski aankhon mein ek challenge tha. Bina koi sharam kiye, usne salwar aur uske andar pehna hua underwear... dono ko ek saath pakda.
Ammi ki saansein atak gayin, unki aankhein neeche uske haathon par fixed theen.
Vishal ne ek hi movement mein…..Shuuuppp…..dono kapdon ko neeche kheench diya.
Salwar aur underwear uske pairon mein gir gaye.
Aur wahaan... bed ke kinare... meri maa ke saamne... Vishal poori tarah se Nanga khada tha.
Uss pal kamre ki hawa mein sirf hawas aur darr ki mili-juli mehak thi.
Ammi, jo bed par leti hui theen, unki nazrein Vishal ke lund par atak gayin jo ab unke saamne poori shaan se tana hua th.Unki aankhein, jo pehle nashiili theen, ab hairat se phail gayi theen.
Uska lund kisi sadharan insaan ka nahi lag raha tha. Wo behad mota aur lamba tha, poori taqat se 90-degree par tana hua. Uspar ubhari hui moti, neeli nassein (veins) saaf chamak rahi theen, jaise wo gusse mein phatne waala ho.
Lekin jis cheez ne mujhe sabse zyada chaunka diya, wo uska 'Top' tha.
Mujhe, aur jitne bhi mardon ko main jaanta tha (mere Papa samet), hum sabka 'khatna' (circumcision) ho chuka tha. Humara 'supada' (glans) hamesha khula aur exposed rehta tha.
Par Vishal ka alag tha.
Uske auzaar ke aage skin ki ek extra layer thi-ek 'Foreskin'-jisne uske 'head' ko poori tarah dhak rakha tha, jaise koi hood ho. Wo skin tanaav ki wajah se bilkul tight thi, lekin wo wahaan thi.
Tabhi mere dimaag mein light jali-Vishal 'Uncut' tha.
Uska wo 'band' aur 'dhaka hua' auzaar dekh kar mujhe ek ajeeb sa jhatka laga. Wo mere waale se bilkul alag, aur kahin zyada jungli (wild) aur natural lag raha tha. Uski banawat mein ek aisa kacchapan tha jo mujhe bohot ajeeb aur intimidating laga.
Unhone ek lambi, sisakti hui saans li aur be-khayali mein apni zabaan se apne sookhte hue honthon ko geela kiya. Unke chehre par ek aisi bhookh thi jaise wo sadiyon se pyaasi hon.
"Ohhhh god..." Ammi ke munh se dabi hui awaaz nikli. Unki nazar uske tanaav-bhare, mote laude par thi jo gusse mein laal lag raha tha aur jiski nassein (veins) saaf ubhari hui theen.
"Vishal..." Ammi ne kaanpti awaaz mein kaha, unki nazrein abhi bhi wahin chipki theen. "Tum... tum insaan ho ya janwar? Ise dekho toh... yeh toh kisi lohe ki rod ki tarah akad gaya hai. Ise kaise bardasht karungi main? Yeh toh meri jaan nikaal dega aaj."
Unki awaaz mein darr kam aur ek gandi si excitement zyada thi. Woh challenge kar rahi theen, par saath hi us taqat ke aage samarpan (surrender) karne ke liye bechain theen.
Vishal ne apne daayein haath (right hand) se apne uss mote, tanaav-bhare lund ko pakad liya.
Usne dheere-dheere apna haath upar-neeche (stroke) karna shuru kiya. Uski 'foreskin' uske 'head' ke upar glide kar rahi thi-kabhi use dhakti, kabhi expose karti. Yeh movement dekhna mere liye behad ajeeb aur hypnotizing tha.
Vishal ne Ammi ki aankhon mein dekhte hue, ek mocking (mazaak udane waali) smile ke saath poocha, "Sach batao Aisha... kya tumhare shauhar ke paas aisa kuch hai? Ya wo bechara abhi bhi un purane, thande auzaaron se kaam chala raha hai?"
Ammi ne bed par lete-lete ek ghrina (disgust) bhari hansi hasi. Unki aankhein Vishal ke haath ki movement par tiki hui theen.
"Wo?" Ammi ne nakli taras khate hue kaha. "Arre uske paas toh jo hai, wo aadha waqt sota rehta hai. Aur jab jagta bhi hai... toh tumhare is 'janwar' ke saamne toh wo bas ek bachkana khilona (toy) lagta hai. Usmein na toh dum hai, na hi ye... garmi."
Yeh sunkar mujhe laga kisi ne mere dil par khanjar chala diya ho. Meri Ammi mere Papa ki mardangi ka mazaak uda rahi theen, wo bhi apne lover ke saamne.
Lekin agla jhatka isse bhi bada tha.
Vishal ne apne stroke ki speed thodi badhayi. Uski foreskin uske 'head' ke upar tezi se glide kar rahi thi. Usne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath Ammi ki aankhon mein dekha aur achanak poocha:
"Aur wo tumhara 'honhaar' beta? Wo toh dikhne mein shareef lagta hai. Kya usmein koi aag hai? Ya wo bhi apne baap ki tarah bas ek thanda putla hai?"
Mera saans atak gaya. Main almari ke andhere mein, apni maa ke jawab ka intezaar karne laga. Mujhe laga shayad wo kaheingi ki main acha hoon, ya shareef hoon.
Lekin Ammi ne bed par lete-lete ek zor ki, mazaak udaane waali hansi hasi. Unki nazrein Vishal ke hilte hue auzaar par hi chipki theen, jaise unhein duniya ki kisi aur cheez ki parwah hi na ho.
"Sahil?" Ammi ne ek ghrina (disgust) bhare tone mein kaha. "Arre woh? woh bilkul 'bhola' aur 'masoom' hai... Aur thoda sa Bevaqoof bhi "
Yeh sunkar mujhe laga kisi ne mere gaal par thappad maar diya ho.
Ammi ne baat jaari rakhi, unki awaaz mein mere liye koi izzat nahi thi.
"Wo toh ek number ka 'Buddhu' hai. Use duniyadaari ki koi samajh nahi hai. Abhi bhi apni khayali duniya mein rehta hai. Use toh ladkiyon se baat karne mein bhi paseene chhoot te hain. Mujhe nahi lagta use 'Passion' ya 'Sex' ke bare mein pata bhi ho?"
Unhone Vishal ko ek nashiili, seductive look diya aur kaha, " Sach bataun to uski bachkani harkaton se main thodi pareshan bhi hun… Mujhe toh kabhi-kabhi shaq hota hai ki wo kabhi kisi aurat ko khush kar bhi payega ya nahi."
Yeh sunte hi mera dimaag sunn pad gaya.
Meri Ammi...... wo mujhe 'Stupid' aur 'Namard' maan rahi theen?
Unhone mere character, meri samajh, aur meri mardaangi... sabka mazaak uda diya tha, wo bhi us nange aadmi ke saamne jiske saath wo sone ja rahi theen.
Yeh sunte hi mere andar kuch toot gaya.
Gussa... ek tez, jala dene waala gussa mere seene mein ubalne laga. Yeh wo gussa nahi tha jo kisi galati par aata hai, yeh wo gussa tha jo Zillat se paida hota hai.
Main almari ke andhere mein kaanpne laga-darr se nahi, balki krodh se. Meri mutthiyan itni zor se band ho gayin ki mere nakhun meri hatheli ki khaal mein gad gaye, par mujhe dard mehsoos nahi hua.
Meri maa…… wo ek nange, hawas ke maare aadmi ke saamne meri mardaangi ka mazaak uda rahi thi? Sirf isliye taaki wo uss aadmi ki ego ko massage kar sake? Sirf isliye taaki wo usse aur zor se chud sake?
"Main 'Bevaqoof' hoon?" maine mann hi mann cheekh kar kaha. "Main 'Masoom' hoon? Ammi, agar main masoom hota toh aaj yahaan almari mein chup kar tumhari yeh ghinouni kartoot nahi dekh raha hota!"
Mujhe unpar itni zor se ghin aayi ki main bata nahi sakta. Unhone meri izzat, meri shakhsiyat ko us Vishal ke pairon mein kuchal diya tha. Unhone mujhe 'Namard' karaar de diya tha taaki wo Vishal ke 'lund' ki taareef kar sakein.
Mera khoon khaul raha tha. Mera mann kiya ki main Vishal ke uss khade lund ko tod doon aur Ammi ke chehre par thook doon.
Lekin main bebas tha. Main wahaan ek chuhe ki tarah chupa hua tha, aur yahi baat mere gusse ko aur badha rahi thi. Unki kahi hui har baat sach sabit ho rahi thi-main wakaayi kuch nahi kar pa raha tha.
Meri aankhein gusse se laal ho gayin. Aansu aa rahe the, par dukh ke nahi, nafrat ke.
Aaj pehli baar... mujhe apni maa se Nafrat mehsoos hui. Ek aisi nafrat jo mere dil mein hamesha ke liye baithne waali thi.
Vishal ne Ammi ki baat sunkar ek vijayi (victorious) hansi hasi. Use maza aa raha tha.
Usne apne stroke ko aur tez kar diya aur Ammi ki taraf badha...
Vishal ne ek laparwah andaaz mein haath jhatka, jaise usne mere aur Papa ke wajood ko makkhi ki tarah uda diya ho.
"Chhodo un logon ko..." Vishal ne gurrate hue kaha. "Unki baat karke mood kharaab nahi karte. Abhi yahaan sirf main hoon... aur tum ho."
Unka nanga, gora seena (chest) Vishal ke coat ke rough kapde se ragad khaya. Unke bhaari breasts Vishal ke seene par dab gaye, aur unke 'Ivory' lehenge ka ghera hawa mein lehra gaya.
Main almari ki jhirri se dekh raha tha kaise wo unhein lekar bed ki taraf badha, lekin mahaul mein ab sirf hawas nahi, ek ajeeb si shararat bhi thi.
"Oof!" Vishal ne chalte hue mazaak mein bhaari saans li. "Yaar…Badi bhaari ho tum toh, Aisha... lagta hai sasuraal ka khaana-peena kuch zyada hi lag raha hai jism ko."
Ammi ne sharam aur hansi ke maare apna maatha Vishal ke kandhe par maar diya. Unhone halke se uske seene par mukka maara.
"Chup karo badmaash!" Ammi ne nakhre se kaha, unki aankhein masti mein naach rahi theen. "Main moti nahi hoon... Tum itne strong ho fir bhi uthaya nahi jaata?"
Vishal ruka nahi, wo unhein lekar chalta raha aur shaitani muskurahat ke saath bola, "Kitna strong hu... yeh toh abhi do minute mein bed par pata chal jayega jaaneman. Waise maine 'moti' kab kaha? Maine toh kaha 'bhari' hui ho..."
Usne unhein thoda sa hawa mein uchhaal kar wapas pakda (adjusted her grip), jisse Ammi ke nange breasts hile aur unke munh se 'Haaye!' nikal gaya.
"...aur wo bhi bilkul sahi jaghon se bhari hui ho," Vishal ne unke seene ki taraf dekhte hue aankh maari.
Ammi khilkhila kar hans padi. Wo hansi ek bharpoor aurat ki thi. Unhone apni naak Vishal ki naak se ragad di.
"Bade besharam ho gaye ho..."
"Tumhara asar toh hoga hi," Vishal ne jawab diya.
Vishal bed ke paas pahuncha aur usne bade hi wild tareeke se Ammi ko naram gadde par patak diya.
Ammi bed par girin, aur unka bhaari lehenga unke charon taraf kisi safed baadalon ki tarah phail gaya. Unke baal, jo juda mein the, ab thode khul gaye aur takiye par bikhar gaye.
Aur wo nazaara... wo mere dimaag ki nasse phadne ke liye kaafi tha. Ammi wahaan leti hui theen-kamar se neeche dulhan ki tarah saji hui, lekin kamar se upar bilkul Nangi.
Letne ki wajah se unke gore, bhare hue breasts thode side mein dhalak gaye the (sloped sideways), par unka size aur shape abhi bhi utna hi perfect aur tempting lag raha tha. Unka sapaat pet aur wo gehri nabhi (navel) ceiling ki taraf point kar rahi thi. Wo bed par leti hui kisi greek devi ki murti lag rahi theen, jo sirf bhog ke liye bani ho.
Vishal ne Ammi ko letane ke baad ek pal bhi barbaad nahi kiya. Uski aankhon mein hawas ki aag dhadak rahi thi.
Usne foran apne kurte ka daaman pakda aur ek jhatke mein use sarr se upar kheencha……. Phirrppp…… Kurta hawa mein lehrata hua zameen par ja gira. Uske neeche usne ek safed banyan (vest) pehni thi, par uska sabr ab khatam ho chuka tha. Usne use bhi gale se pakad kar phaadne waale andaaz mein utaara aur phenk diya.
Ab Vishal kamar se upar bilkul nanga mere saamne khada tha.
Main almari ki jhirri se dekh kar dang reh gaya. Uska jism... wo kisi aam aadmi jaisa nahi tha.
Uska seena (chest) chouda aur patthar jaisa sakht tha, jis par kaale, ghane baal (hair) the jo ek pattern mein neeche uski navel tak ja rahe the. Paseene mein bheega hua uska seena chamak raha tha. Jab usne apne haath hilaye, toh uske biceps kisi football ki tarah akad kar ubhar aaye. Uski veins (nassein) uske muscular haathon par saaf dikh rahi theen.
Woh mere Papa se kahin zyada taqatwar, tagda aur mardana lag raha tha. Ek asli 'Alpha Male' jo kisi ko bhi daba sakta tha.
Ammi neeche leti hui upar dekh rahi theen. Unki nashiili aankhein Vishal ke us bhaari-bharkam, hairy chest par fisal rahi theen.
"Uff..." Ammi ne madhosh hokar kaha, unki awaaz mein ek admiration thi. "Yeh body... yeh muscles... Vishal, tum toh kisi jungli saand (bull) ki tarah lag rahe ho. Itne sakht kaise ho?"
Vishal ne garv se apna seena phulaya aur apne biceps par haath phera, apni taqat ka numaiysh karte hue.
"Tujhe achha laga nai?" usne shaitani hansi ke saath kaha. " Gym Trainer rah chuka hun main jaanu."
Ammi ne halke se honth kaate, wo uski mardangi dekh kar pighal rahi theen.
Vishal ab rukne waala nahi tha. Wo bed ke kinare khada hua, Ammi ke pairon ke paas.Usne apne salwar ka naada (drawstring) pakda.Ek jhatka... aur naada khul gaya.
Uski aankhon mein ek challenge tha. Bina koi sharam kiye, usne salwar aur uske andar pehna hua underwear... dono ko ek saath pakda.
Ammi ki saansein atak gayin, unki aankhein neeche uske haathon par fixed theen.
Vishal ne ek hi movement mein…..Shuuuppp…..dono kapdon ko neeche kheench diya.
Salwar aur underwear uske pairon mein gir gaye.
Aur wahaan... bed ke kinare... meri maa ke saamne... Vishal poori tarah se Nanga khada tha.
Uss pal kamre ki hawa mein sirf hawas aur darr ki mili-juli mehak thi.
Ammi, jo bed par leti hui theen, unki nazrein Vishal ke lund par atak gayin jo ab unke saamne poori shaan se tana hua th.Unki aankhein, jo pehle nashiili theen, ab hairat se phail gayi theen.
Uska lund kisi sadharan insaan ka nahi lag raha tha. Wo behad mota aur lamba tha, poori taqat se 90-degree par tana hua. Uspar ubhari hui moti, neeli nassein (veins) saaf chamak rahi theen, jaise wo gusse mein phatne waala ho.
Lekin jis cheez ne mujhe sabse zyada chaunka diya, wo uska 'Top' tha.
Mujhe, aur jitne bhi mardon ko main jaanta tha (mere Papa samet), hum sabka 'khatna' (circumcision) ho chuka tha. Humara 'supada' (glans) hamesha khula aur exposed rehta tha.
Par Vishal ka alag tha.
Uske auzaar ke aage skin ki ek extra layer thi-ek 'Foreskin'-jisne uske 'head' ko poori tarah dhak rakha tha, jaise koi hood ho. Wo skin tanaav ki wajah se bilkul tight thi, lekin wo wahaan thi.
Tabhi mere dimaag mein light jali-Vishal 'Uncut' tha.
Uska wo 'band' aur 'dhaka hua' auzaar dekh kar mujhe ek ajeeb sa jhatka laga. Wo mere waale se bilkul alag, aur kahin zyada jungli (wild) aur natural lag raha tha. Uski banawat mein ek aisa kacchapan tha jo mujhe bohot ajeeb aur intimidating laga.
Unhone ek lambi, sisakti hui saans li aur be-khayali mein apni zabaan se apne sookhte hue honthon ko geela kiya. Unke chehre par ek aisi bhookh thi jaise wo sadiyon se pyaasi hon.
"Ohhhh god..." Ammi ke munh se dabi hui awaaz nikli. Unki nazar uske tanaav-bhare, mote laude par thi jo gusse mein laal lag raha tha aur jiski nassein (veins) saaf ubhari hui theen.
"Vishal..." Ammi ne kaanpti awaaz mein kaha, unki nazrein abhi bhi wahin chipki theen. "Tum... tum insaan ho ya janwar? Ise dekho toh... yeh toh kisi lohe ki rod ki tarah akad gaya hai. Ise kaise bardasht karungi main? Yeh toh meri jaan nikaal dega aaj."
Unki awaaz mein darr kam aur ek gandi si excitement zyada thi. Woh challenge kar rahi theen, par saath hi us taqat ke aage samarpan (surrender) karne ke liye bechain theen.
Vishal ne apne daayein haath (right hand) se apne uss mote, tanaav-bhare lund ko pakad liya.
Usne dheere-dheere apna haath upar-neeche (stroke) karna shuru kiya. Uski 'foreskin' uske 'head' ke upar glide kar rahi thi-kabhi use dhakti, kabhi expose karti. Yeh movement dekhna mere liye behad ajeeb aur hypnotizing tha.
Vishal ne Ammi ki aankhon mein dekhte hue, ek mocking (mazaak udane waali) smile ke saath poocha, "Sach batao Aisha... kya tumhare shauhar ke paas aisa kuch hai? Ya wo bechara abhi bhi un purane, thande auzaaron se kaam chala raha hai?"
Ammi ne bed par lete-lete ek ghrina (disgust) bhari hansi hasi. Unki aankhein Vishal ke haath ki movement par tiki hui theen.
"Wo?" Ammi ne nakli taras khate hue kaha. "Arre uske paas toh jo hai, wo aadha waqt sota rehta hai. Aur jab jagta bhi hai... toh tumhare is 'janwar' ke saamne toh wo bas ek bachkana khilona (toy) lagta hai. Usmein na toh dum hai, na hi ye... garmi."
Yeh sunkar mujhe laga kisi ne mere dil par khanjar chala diya ho. Meri Ammi mere Papa ki mardangi ka mazaak uda rahi theen, wo bhi apne lover ke saamne.
Lekin agla jhatka isse bhi bada tha.
Vishal ne apne stroke ki speed thodi badhayi. Uski foreskin uske 'head' ke upar tezi se glide kar rahi thi. Usne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath Ammi ki aankhon mein dekha aur achanak poocha:
"Aur wo tumhara 'honhaar' beta? Wo toh dikhne mein shareef lagta hai. Kya usmein koi aag hai? Ya wo bhi apne baap ki tarah bas ek thanda putla hai?"
Mera saans atak gaya. Main almari ke andhere mein, apni maa ke jawab ka intezaar karne laga. Mujhe laga shayad wo kaheingi ki main acha hoon, ya shareef hoon.
Lekin Ammi ne bed par lete-lete ek zor ki, mazaak udaane waali hansi hasi. Unki nazrein Vishal ke hilte hue auzaar par hi chipki theen, jaise unhein duniya ki kisi aur cheez ki parwah hi na ho.
"Sahil?" Ammi ne ek ghrina (disgust) bhare tone mein kaha. "Arre woh? woh bilkul 'bhola' aur 'masoom' hai... Aur thoda sa Bevaqoof bhi "
Yeh sunkar mujhe laga kisi ne mere gaal par thappad maar diya ho.
Ammi ne baat jaari rakhi, unki awaaz mein mere liye koi izzat nahi thi.
"Wo toh ek number ka 'Buddhu' hai. Use duniyadaari ki koi samajh nahi hai. Abhi bhi apni khayali duniya mein rehta hai. Use toh ladkiyon se baat karne mein bhi paseene chhoot te hain. Mujhe nahi lagta use 'Passion' ya 'Sex' ke bare mein pata bhi ho?"
Unhone Vishal ko ek nashiili, seductive look diya aur kaha, " Sach bataun to uski bachkani harkaton se main thodi pareshan bhi hun… Mujhe toh kabhi-kabhi shaq hota hai ki wo kabhi kisi aurat ko khush kar bhi payega ya nahi."
Yeh sunte hi mera dimaag sunn pad gaya.
Meri Ammi...... wo mujhe 'Stupid' aur 'Namard' maan rahi theen?
Unhone mere character, meri samajh, aur meri mardaangi... sabka mazaak uda diya tha, wo bhi us nange aadmi ke saamne jiske saath wo sone ja rahi theen.
Yeh sunte hi mere andar kuch toot gaya.
Gussa... ek tez, jala dene waala gussa mere seene mein ubalne laga. Yeh wo gussa nahi tha jo kisi galati par aata hai, yeh wo gussa tha jo Zillat se paida hota hai.
Main almari ke andhere mein kaanpne laga-darr se nahi, balki krodh se. Meri mutthiyan itni zor se band ho gayin ki mere nakhun meri hatheli ki khaal mein gad gaye, par mujhe dard mehsoos nahi hua.
Meri maa…… wo ek nange, hawas ke maare aadmi ke saamne meri mardaangi ka mazaak uda rahi thi? Sirf isliye taaki wo uss aadmi ki ego ko massage kar sake? Sirf isliye taaki wo usse aur zor se chud sake?
"Main 'Bevaqoof' hoon?" maine mann hi mann cheekh kar kaha. "Main 'Masoom' hoon? Ammi, agar main masoom hota toh aaj yahaan almari mein chup kar tumhari yeh ghinouni kartoot nahi dekh raha hota!"
Mujhe unpar itni zor se ghin aayi ki main bata nahi sakta. Unhone meri izzat, meri shakhsiyat ko us Vishal ke pairon mein kuchal diya tha. Unhone mujhe 'Namard' karaar de diya tha taaki wo Vishal ke 'lund' ki taareef kar sakein.
Mera khoon khaul raha tha. Mera mann kiya ki main Vishal ke uss khade lund ko tod doon aur Ammi ke chehre par thook doon.
Lekin main bebas tha. Main wahaan ek chuhe ki tarah chupa hua tha, aur yahi baat mere gusse ko aur badha rahi thi. Unki kahi hui har baat sach sabit ho rahi thi-main wakaayi kuch nahi kar pa raha tha.
Meri aankhein gusse se laal ho gayin. Aansu aa rahe the, par dukh ke nahi, nafrat ke.
Aaj pehli baar... mujhe apni maa se Nafrat mehsoos hui. Ek aisi nafrat jo mere dil mein hamesha ke liye baithne waali thi.
Vishal ne Ammi ki baat sunkar ek vijayi (victorious) hansi hasi. Use maza aa raha tha.
Usne apne stroke ko aur tez kar diya aur Ammi ki taraf badha...
Vishal ne ek laparwah andaaz mein haath jhatka, jaise usne mere aur Papa ke wajood ko makkhi ki tarah uda diya ho.
"Chhodo un logon ko..." Vishal ne gurrate hue kaha. "Unki baat karke mood kharaab nahi karte. Abhi yahaan sirf main hoon... aur tum ho."
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